The steam curled lazily into the air as warm water filled the wooden tub in the center of the cabin's bathhouse. The lanterns along the walls cast a gentle, golden glow, illuminating the room in a soft haze. At the center of it all, partially submerged in the nearly full bath, was a Vaporeon.
Her name was Naya.
She let out a soft sigh as she sank deeper into the water, her smooth, glossy skin gleaming beneath the surface. Her curves floated with every breath — plump thighs, soft hips, and a supple chest that gently bobbed just below the waterline. Her finned tail flicked lazily behind her, making tiny ripples around her.
"Ahhh…" she whispered, voice like silk. "This is perfect."
The water was her favorite place in the whole world. The warmth, the weightlessness, the way her body could relax and stretch without care. And when she focused, her natural ability kicked in — blending perfectly into the liquid around her, making her translucent, then invisible.
It was a talent she didn't use often, but today… she just wanted to drift. To melt into the water and disappear for a bit.
So she did.
Her soft, shapely body shimmered once, and then — nothing. Her entire form faded into the bathwater like mist in the wind. Only a faint, smooth outline of her body could be felt if someone were close enough… or touching.
Which, unfortunately, someone soon would be.
A few minutes passed, the only sound being the gentle gurgle of water and the faint creak of the door opening.
"Huh," came a familiar voice.
Naya froze.
Her eyes darted toward the sound — even though no one could see her wide-eyed expression.
"Looks empty," said her trainer, Lucas.
Lucas — tall, lean, with just enough tone in his chest to make her thighs clench when he wasn't looking. His messy hair stuck to his forehead, clearly damp from training. A towel was slung around his hips, and he stretched with a tired groan before stepping toward the tub.
"No one's here?" he asked, peering into the steam. "Weird. I thought Naya said she was taking a bath…"
She was. She still was. And now her trainer was about to—
"Guess I'll go ahead and use it."
No, no, no!
Naya tried to rise, to speak, anything — but she had made herself completely invisible, and in doing so, had frozen her voice and form to maintain it. The moment she revealed herself, she'd lose her cover.
She was stuck.
And then the water shifted.
Lucas stepped into the bath with a low sigh, submerging slowly.
And dropped right onto her.
"Whoa—!" he muttered as his knee bumped something solid beneath the water. "What the hell…?"
He sat lower. His back pressed against something soft. His arm slipped between something plush and warm. His thigh slid against a smooth, curvy surface.
Naya's mind went blank.
Her chest — invisible and sensitive — was mashed tightly against his back. Her thighs were pinned under his legs. Her lips were inches from the side of his neck, and his arm had unknowingly wedged between her breasts.
Oh no oh no oh no—
Her thoughts melted. Her body quivered, but she couldn't move. The heat of his skin soaked into hers. Every little twitch of his arm, every shift of his hips, sent sparks dancing through her entire body.
Lucas let out a confused groan, his hand reaching beneath the water.
"Feels like there's… something down here," he muttered. His palm brushed along her inner thigh.
Naya choked silently.
He pressed again — firmer this time. Right against her hip. Then up — right between the curve of her chest.
She was shaking.
She couldn't stop.
Her entire body was lit up, helpless, trapped between his limbs with nowhere to go. Her breathing turned rapid, though soundless. Her thighs trembled beneath the water, every nerve ending overloaded.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to moan. She wanted to grab him and ride his lap until—
But she couldn't move.
Lucas shifted again, sighing. "Weird. Must be some pressure jet under the water…"
Naya's brain shattered.
Minutes passed. She lost all sense of time. Her body felt hot — too hot — like her insides were boiling. Her face would've been crimson if it could be seen. Her toes curled. Her back arched. She was seconds away from passing out from sheer, overwhelming pleasure.
And then, finally…
Lucas stood.
"Well… I guess I'll drain it now."
He stepped out.
The water level began to fall.
Naya's body slowly became visible — starting with the faint shimmer of her chest, her flushed face, the trembling rise and fall of her soaked figure. Her mouth was open slightly, her tongue peeking between parted lips as her eyes glazed over in dazed, blissful exhaustion.
When Lucas turned back around, towel in hand, he froze.
His face drained of color. "N-Naya?!"
She lay there — naked, wet, and broken from pleasure. Her legs twitched. Her chest rose with each unsteady breath. And between gasps, she let out a soft, trembling moan.
"M-Master…" she whimpered, her voice husky and begging. "More…"
Lucas dropped the towel.
"I—I didn't—! I thought you—! You were invisible—!!"
Naya's eyes locked onto him, half-lidded, lips parted in a needy pout.
"I wanna feel that again…" she whispered. "Please…"
Lucas backed into the wall, face redder than the berries in his kitchen.
He didn't know whether to run, faint… or climb back in.
Naya didn't care what he picked.
So long as he touched her again.