Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel it in her ears; the dull thumping and thudding of her own adrenaline-fueled body. Was it out of fear? Maybe a little. Most of it, however, was unbridled excitement.

Mia liked to consider herself a good trainer; she was compassionate, had a lot of drive and motivation, and 6 gym badges under her belt. She was the type to stick to a dedicated team and couldn't bear the thought of leaving her Pokémon behind in a box or a daycare to fend for themselves. To that end, she was strong, but...picky. 5 Pokéballs swung from her utility belt, each home to a cherished Pokémon that she loved dearly...and each of them far too strong for her level of expertise, purely because of her unwillingness to be apart from them. That empty 6th slot, however, was probably the most agonising choice she'd ever had to make. She'd gone days without picking out a Pokémon, because she could never truly resonate with one.

That is, until now.

Across the murky cavern, where she could barely see a thing, a light shone down from a crack above directly onto a small pond, barely larger than a swimming pool. That wasn't what the feline girl was interested in, however; her eyes were fixated on a tall, almost 7-foot Pokémon; the third evolution in its line, Goodra. From her knowledge, and her Pokédex, they were often a mixture of male or female, with a completely split deviation, but both looked the same regardless; they looked like something akin to a slug standing on two legs, with a viscous gooey green slime dripping from them with long tendrils acting as hair. The main thing Mia knew, however, was that they were strong, durable, and reliable...and she wanted one for herself.

She slowly moved from the rock she was hiding behind, adjusting her denim shorts and pulling down her orange shirt to make sure it covered her tawny brown midriff, as it often rode up. Her thin feline tail flicked behind her as she rolled her shoulders and tugged her jacket further over her, avoiding a shiver that ran through her from the mild chill the cavern had, thanks to its lack of sunlight; the only thing illuminating her movements was the little crack of light above, with no fluorescent Pokémon nearby to illuminate the way. She brushed her light brown hair back to get it out of her eyes before gingerly holding an empty Pokéball in her right fist, before moving out into the open. The Goodra didn't notice her-- it had its back to her, but Mia had every intention of announcing herself. Like the other 5 Pokémon before her, even her very first, she fully intended on befriending the Dragon type and offering it to be her friend, as opposed to beating it to submission; she was simply that compassionate.

"H...Hello!" She called out, and the Goodra immediately turned, pinning her with its inquisitive green eyes. She took in its face, those green dots that marked either side of its eyes, the pinkish tones of its head paired with the darker, shiny underside...cute. It was cute. Surprisingly, it wasn't aggressive, and simply stared at her; perhaps it was confident in its own power. Mia awkwardly twisted on the spot, her 15-year-old frame trembling with excitement, before she raked a hand through her punk-style hair, all of it swung to one side, with only her brown ear splitting through it. Did she look presentable? Was she messy? She had never felt so put on the spot.

"Hah...you're so pretty," She put on the charm first but faltered when the Goodra simply cocked its head to the side. "U-Uh, I mean, do you want to be friends?"

Mia's nervousness put the Goodra off a little, but the fact it wasn't immediately backing away was a good sign. The young feline brought the Pokéball out from behind her back where she'd been hiding it, and cradled it with two hands, holding it up to the Goodra to attempt to convey what she meant. The slime creature looked from her to the ball and back again, and its blank expression was difficult to decipher. Mia wondered if he hadn't tried hard enough-- her 4th Pokémon, an Arcanine, had been a little difficult at first but had warmed up to her over a couple of hours...perhaps she was too cocky.

The brown feline watched with tentative blue eyes as the Goodra stepped forwards, and a glint of delight sparked in her eyes when it started to approach, reaching out a slimy hand. She saw that it had something akin to mitten-like hands with an opposable thumb, but she watched with wonder as that semi-circle-shaped main hand slowly split apart to reveal gooey, slimy digits, with strands of that substance threaded between them. Hope glimmered in her eyes at the thought it might take her hand.

Her hopes were dashed, however, when it instead struck out its hand, swiping fiercely from the right to the left, knocking the Pokéball from her hands. It clattered across the rocks, each sharp clack of metal against stone bouncing around the cave's expansive acoustics. Mia took a step back and realised that the Goodra had hit her hands, too; it hadn't hurt, not even a little, but her hands were covered in that weird slime. She realised quickly how slippery it was, threading through her fingers and making it difficult for her fingertips to hold purchase against her thumb.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I--" Mia intended to back off and maybe give her some time before coming back, but the Goodra seemed to have something else in mind. It dropped its head down until it was roughly eye level with her-- a difficult feat, considering she was at least a good 2 feet shorter-- sniffing the air around her as if to take in her scent...she hadn't read anything of Goodras doing that before.

To Mia's surprise, the Goodra opened its mouth, which had been nothing but a flat slit, and a long, slimy tongue stuck out, pressing to the girl's brown fur, right on her cheek. The Pokémon slathered that prehensile tongue all the way up to her ear and down back towards her other cheek, covering her face with that sticky slime. Mia half-laughed and half-recoiled, putting her hands out to try and push the Goodra's head away-- she quickly found its face to be just as slippy as her hands, moreso with the two of them connected.

At first, she hadn't noticed how warm she suddenly felt, how hot her face was and how heavy her body felt, but as the Goodra trailed its mouth lower and dragged its tongue around her lips and tried to push away with more purchase, she found herself to be peculiarly weak, her palms failing to find purchase on the Pokémon's face and her cheeks growing flushed.

"H-Hey..." She mumbled and pushed harder, but her arms shook with the exertion, and she couldn't put out her full strength. The Goodra seemed to realise this, because it continued its assault of its tongue, pushing it further against her mouth-- against Mia's better judgement, and even at that moment she couldn't understand why she did it, she opened her mouth and half-willingly let the tongue inside. The Goodra sloppily kissed her and made a peculiar trilling noise that sounded happy and excited. Part of Mia was glad it was so happy, but she also felt uncomfortable, and violated.

The tongue plunged further than she was expecting and pushes its way down towards her throat. Panicked swelled within her as it slid further and she reached up to push against the Goodra's face, but the touch to its cheeks only served to entice the Pokémon more. The tongue slid further and squirmed around her own tongue, trying to tuck underneath before sliding back up and pushing forcibly down towards her throat and beyond. She felt her flesh stretch and bulge to fit and her eyes instinctively watered, but she surprisingly didn't gag or strain, instead only letting out a muffled cry. She couldn't even tell how long the tongue slid down into her, but she ultimately didn't have much time to think about it, for the Dragon type had other ideas.

She felt a weight on her chest as the Goodra pushed her with its slimy hands and her legs gave out from under her despite her resistance, causing her to tumble backwards. To her surprise, a pressure on her back stopped her from falling hard, and she had to wonder if the Pokémon had aided her-- ultimately, she couldn't be sure, mostly on account of her senses feeling overloaded. Not only did she feel hot, but there was an incredible, almost scary tingling that spread across her body, making her feel both on edge and fidgety, though she hadn't the strength to move. More than that, however, she felt...incredibly, unfathomably horny. She was 15, old enough to know what being turned on felt like, but this was a whole other level than what she was used to. Her body ached for some semblance of a touch, and her loins felt like they were on fire with heat.

It was at that moment that she started to pay a little more attention to what the Goodra was doing, and she was sort of glad she did. Her vision was a little blurry with the heavy feeling of that unbearable arousal, but she could easily see the Goodra plying her clothes with sticky, gooey hands, trying to peel them apart with each pluck and prod, but it seemed to be getting frustrated at how difficult that was; her shorts were tight, and her shirt form-fitting, for ease of movement. It eventually got too annoying for it to gently try to pick her clothes off, and without its expression shifting even a little, it pulled much harder. For a moment it dragged Mia's weak body along with her clothes, but another hand pushed her body down and provided enough tension for her clothes to tear-- first her shirt, and mostly just the front, and then eventually the shorts, which were more difficult to tear than the former, but eventually came away. What was left was her exposed form, from chin to knee; though the remnants of her T-Shirt clung to her shoulders, her small black bra that cupped her budding teen breasts and her matching black panties were revealed to the perverted Pokémon. Mia was conscious enough to realise she was naked, and the thought terrified her as the Goodra drew closer.

It sniffed and roamed around her front, its mouth trailing from her small tits down to her mound. Mia could barely feel much over that vivid tingling, but the pressure of the Goodra's hands and mouth against her body pierced through the veil of weird hypersensitivity, giving her a brief moment of clarity. Her gaze flicked down and she weakly raised her head to see the slimy Pokémon pushing its face up between her legs, against the mound of her cunt through her panties-- she quickly realised how incredibly wet and moist she was down there, and it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. A dizzying spike of need shot through her abdomen and up her body, but it clashed with a feeling of nausea and unease as her mind reeled from the possibilities. She didn't want to do what it wanted, and its intentions were clear-- however, she was powerless to stop it. Even as she reached out her hands to try and push its head again, her fingers slipped on the larger antennae-like horns, the rounded end of its short snout nudged and bumped against her entrance through the soaked fabric, undeterred by her weak will.

Its grubby hands pulled and yanked at her undergarments, snapping her panties and bra loose and quickly replaced the comfort of fabric with a warm, slimy tongue. It unabashedly penetrated her and she felt another spike of unbearable pleasure shoot through her at the feeling, but it was swiftly drowned out by the violating realisation of what it was doing to her. She squirmed with as much strength as her weak body could muster, but it ultimately only served to make things worse-- her writhing allowed its tongue to wriggle deeper, and she heard those definitive trills of delight as its squirming appendage flicked and probed inside her, tasting every inch. Her body tensed and spasmed from each squelch and thrust of the tongue and she scuffed her paws to the floor, arching her back and trying to protest, but her cries of rejection died in her throat, twisted into weak groans.

She was revolted at herself for liking it, but part of her understood this feeling wasn't entirely hers. Something about the way she felt so incredibly horny felt unnatural and unlike her, but she also couldn't deny that her body felt that way for a reason, and it was difficult to ignore. Even at that moment, as her mind desperately wanted it to stop, another part of her was eager for the Goodra to keep going, almost as if she craved it.

The tongue violated her a little longer, coiling and moving around inside as it tried to find something within her, before it slowly began to pull back. Mia couldn't help but feel a weird sense of emptiness as that thick tongue slid back, making her insides sticky and lubricated as it withdrew completely. She hadn't really had anything inside her before; she wasn't sure if she completely liked it. She looked down just in time to see the Goodra straightening up, and it was at that moment she came face to face with the Pokémon's appendage; it hung at a near 45-degree angle from a fine slit, that had stretched open to reveal and accommodate the sheer girth of the Dragon type's cock. It was exotically shaped and started thicker at the base, tapering down into a wedged tip at the end, and ridges lining the sides of its incredibly sized, 11-inch cock. It twitched up and down at the sight of her naked form, each throbbing surface coated with a sticky substance that might as well have been the same slime that covered its body; Mia couldn't make out most of the details to discern otherwise anyway.

In a matter of moments, the Goodra, which she now understood to be male, was upon her. He squirmed and writhed atop her small teen frame and Mia's already blurry vision was obscured further by its large, slimy frame. A spasm of pain shot through her followed by a feeling of being overwhelmingly stretched, and that sensation pierced through the veil of tingling feelings that spread across her body. The tingle intensified and her mind couldn't help but to pinpoint focus on that penetrating feeling; it hurt, but also felt inexplicably good. Her ears twisted to the sound of eager wet squelching and the sound of slime splattering to the cave floor, before she felt a loose grasp on her legs, forcing them upwards. They bent uncomfortably close to her body and were pinned down by the Goodra's heavy frame, making her unable to move not only her legs, but the rest of her body as well, whilst all the while that stifling, heavy feeling in her loins grew more and more intense, intermingled with spiking discomfort. Her brain eventually put two and two together and she realised the Pokémon had entered her. Her eyes moistened with tears and she let out a weak cry, but couldn't even find the strength to lift her arms more than she already had.

With the Dragon type pressed firmly down on top of her, trilling its eagerness to breed her, her nose was filled to the grim with the scent of the Goodra's slime, a peculiar mix of lavender and stone that was neither good nor bad, but not entirely neutral either. As it entered her nostrils, she was met with another intense tingling feeling, and in the back of her mind, she wondered if it were the Pokémon's pheromones. That thought lasted barely a moment before her brain was filled with the sensation of the Goodra sliding deeper, his thick, throbbing dick roughly halfway inside and stretching her teen virgin pussy beyond its natural limits. She cried out again, but it barely even registered her noises of complaint and shoved deeper, trying to sink the entirety of itself into her body. He met some firm, instinctive resistance when it wedged 3 quarters of his cock inside her, and Mia writhed beneath him, uncomfortable yet still pleasured. When that cock pulled back, however, those ridges along his cock delightfully grazed her insides and made her entire body quiver, exacerbating that hot, flustered feeling. Something about the slime was affecting her, of that she was sure...and perhaps that stony, rocky lavender musk made it worse.

It hovered at roughly the halfway mark after pulling back, but barely stayed there for more than a handful of seconds before the Pokémon abruptly thrust down, shoving his cock back into her. She arched her back and gasped, shuddering as she felt her walls stretch further as the cock sunk deeper; it managed another half-inch or so from that thrust alone, spreading her further, before he pulled back around halfway and pushed again. He continued that motion over and over as Mia squirmed with all her might beneath him-- though that was very little-- until his cock could eventually fit inside her, her now deflowered cunt stretched out entirely, to the point where it felt numb, yet stinging with pain.

The Pokémon trilled more and thrust more, slowly picking up an even and rapid pace as his hips bucked and spasmed, driven by the pure, unbridled desire to breed. At the same time, Mia put her hands up to try and push the Pokémon off her, still somehow fighting back despite being so ruthlessly fucked, but her hands didn't even budge the Dragon type, and all it managed to do was give her some kind of slippery, precarious purchase on the creature's heaving body.

"S...Stop..." The word weakly escaped her but fell on deaf ears as the Goodra continued to thrust, its sounds of delight growing more and more fervent. Mia's mind swam with conflicting thoughts and feelings, both good and bad; either side of her loved it and hated it at the same time, and just the mental battle of it made her mind dizzy and her stomach queasy, even without the turgid pistoning of that all-too-huge cock sliding in and out of her. She slowly started to realise how impossible it was to break free, and did her best to just ignore it...but even that proved a futile effort, but the haughty scent of the Pokémon's musk mingled with the incredible and mind-numbing arousal she felt down to her very core-- and speaking of that, she could feel it becoming tighter, heavier, and it was making her inner walls cramp in an awkward yet excruciatingly delightful way; just that feeling along was allowing one side of her mind to win out over the other.

She could feel the Pokémon starting to pick up the pace, humping and slammer harder into her, and is spurred by her clenching inner walls and the tightness of her cunt, though Mia was fairly certain it was for another reason, given her education. She could feel that tightness within her becoming frighteningly uncomfortable, to the point where she felt like something was going to burst inside her. For a moment, all of her senses dulled and focused on two singular things; the first was the squelching, wet, rhythmic sounds of the animal violating her teen body and abusing her cunt, but the other was the searing, tingling pleasure that spread through her loins and up to her stomach, stretching out to every limb and making her let out high-pitched mewls of both pain and passion.

It was then that she felt it; a quivering, spasming ache that originated somewhere in the depths of her pelvis and spread out across every inch of her inner walls, causing her wet, teen cunt to clamp down like a vice, milking the Goodra's member each time it entered her. The Pokémon had to slow down to adjust to the sudden tightness, but it seemed to sense what was happening to Mia, and the teen feline knew it too-- dismay spread across her face before quickly twisting into pleasure as she climaxed around the Pokémon's cock, orgasming from its rough violation of her virgin body. She let out a strained cry, her toes curling, his tail straightening into a stiff line and her claws grazing the Goodra's surprisingly resilient scales as her body trembled. She scrunched her eyes shut, predominantly because she couldn't bare to look at the Goodra's purple body, nor its curious expression when examining her 'cum face', whatever it may look like. She writhed around its cock, still humping her more or less buried within her, and she felt the warm wetness of a tongue against her cheek shortly after her body went limp from the orgasm. She recoiled and turned her cheek to the side, but a bliss washed over her as the Goodra started to pick up speed again, encouraged by her 'nut'; she felt numb to the feeling of being violated, mostly on account of the warm glow of pleasure that threatened to seep into her bones.

The Goodra's tongue was relentless, licking and slathering her cheek in goo and spit as it tried to coil around towards her mouth, apparently intelligent enough to know where it was. For a while, Mia tried her best to avoid it, making grunting protests, too weak to move more...but she eventually gave in, her head unable to twist any further to the side. The Pokémon's tongue teased her lips and rubbed around her nose, pushing and prodding to try and get between her teeth. Mia didn't know why, but she eventually parted her lips, allowing that tongue to enter her mouth right as the Goodra let out a sharp, high-pitched noise, rapidly picking up speed.

Mia managed to suck in a single breath, aware enough to remember what he'd done last time, before she felt the tongue slide down along her tongue and back towards her throat again. She arched her back, her stomach pressing to her own legs, as her throat squeezed when the slimy appendage thrust down, wriggling around in an attempt to taste every inch. Her body wanted to swallow and her mouth salivated instinctively from the feeling; it took everything in her to stop that from happening, unsure of how her body would react if she started trying to force herself to swallow and, by extension, begin choking on his tongue. Each pound of the Pokémon's hips, however, made her entire body clench, and her throat did much of the same. She felt the fear of being unable to breathe trickle up her spine as the tongue felt like it was sliding further and further down, but she could feel it getting distinctly thinner after a moment, indicating it had pulled back. She enjoyed the brief reprieve before it pushed down again, stretching the orifice out, before dragging back and coiling around her own tongue, trying to taste her spit. In turn, she was met with a fairly neutral taste of the Goodra's slime and its own spit.

The Dragon type hammered into her for barely a handful of moments longer, its tongue darting around her own with reckless abandon, before it suddenly shoved the entire of itself into her and stopped, its sticky hands tugging her closer to its pelvis. She didn't have to feel what was happening, for she could practically hear it; the wet, gooey, viscous squelching of the Pokémon's cock as it pumped spurt after spurt into her. The realisation dawned on her, but she barely even reacted to the notion, and willingly allowed the Goodra to breed her, shooting seed deep into her body. Her stomach swelled slightly from the volume of it, but the Goodra lacked any sort of knot to keep it all in; it splattered from around the sides of its cock when her stomach could take no more, and the sounds of it hitting the stone reverberated around the acoustics of the cave. Her body tingled from a sudden explosion of heat as its aphrodisiac slime and spit made her more and more arousal, and she squirmed beneath it, her body and cunt rhythmically squeezing that climaxing dick, as if milking it dry.

The Goodra's orgasm faded quickly, though she only knew that because the sounds of its cock emptying into her quietened down into nothing save for the squelch of its pelvis squishing into her, as if relishing the warmth. Her body still craved and yearned for it, continuing to squeeze for a little longer whilst that tongue still roamed her mouth, curiously trailing to the back of her throat and depositing little globs of slime before gliding back. Eventually, the entire Pokémon's body withdraws, shifting from on top of her and sliding back at the same time-- the sickening noise that followed, accentuated by the wet splatters of cum, told Mia all she needed to know about how full she was. Her stomach gurgled from the volume of seed inside her, and all it took was a little clench to cause thick globs of cum to shoot from her pussy, oozing onto the floor.

Mia didn't know what to say, or do, or even think. Her mind reeled with a mixture of emotions and her body still tingled and begged for more, which just made her feel even worse. She shifted, spreading her legs apart and putting a hand to her pussy to try and stem the flow of seed, somehow feeling like she shouldn't be making a mess. All the while, the Goodra stood and watched her, tilting his head this way and that as he observed her actions. Mia's heart pounded in her chest and it was practically all she could hear, but the sound of scuffling pierced through the veil of numbness and brought her attention elsewhere, if only for a moment. In the end, she was glad she looked, for on the right side of the cave's chamber, where a narrow passageway led deeper into an interconnecting series of tunnels dug out by various rock Pokémon, she caught the glint of something purple, and heard the tell-tale trill of another of the Goodra's kind.

Perhaps they'd heard their forced sex, or were drawn by the mixed smells of musk, cum and arousal, but the reason why didn't matter, only that they were there now. They hovered by the cave entrance and looked a little unsure about whether they should approach, but the trilling and squeaking of the Goodra who had just assaulted her seemed to encourage them to approach. Mia's blurry vision picked up 2 other figures, both as tall and as purple as the original Goodra, and she silently surmised they were 'friends' of his. The potential for what might happen made her fur stand on end and a terror shot through her, along with a hot, aching need. Half of her wanted to crawl away and scream, or at least attempt to, but the other half wanted them to ravage her, as she had already just been ravaged. Perhaps fortunately or not, she didn't get a choice in what happened.

The three creatures towering over her soon came down on her, one at a time. The first, though not the original, put its slimy hands on her hips and clumsily flipped her over onto her front, making a peculiar lustful around when her pussy oozed Goodra cum. Those hands curled under her waist and tugged her up onto her knees so that her ass could back up towards the Goodra's body, and she felt the heated mass of another cock lining up between her teen cheeks, warning her of what was to come. At the same time, another of the Goodra moved around to the front and obscured her vision with a mixture of purple scales and a thick, red, throbbing cock. The hefty smell of its dick filled her nostrils with that musky scent that made her body go wild. She whimpered, both out of dismay and desire, as the Goodra decisively lined themselves up, unable to stop them.

"No..." The faintest of complaints escaped her as they bore down upon her, and her mouth was inevitably stuffed with the wedged end of the Pokémon's cock in front of her. The tip speared her open mouth with ease and she found herself disgustingly receptive, willingly opening her mouth to allow that cock to shove along the length of her tongue and down towards the back of her throat, where it plunged even further. The Goodra hummed his approval as its hand smeared slime across her cheeks whilst pulling her down-- at that moment, she became aware of the coarseness of its palms, grating against her cheeks. If she were more 'sober', she might have understood they were made that way so they could grip despite the constant slime, but at that moment she could barely even breathe, let alone think. Her teen mouth was filled with cock, and her nostrils with their heavenly aroma.

Just as she thought the Goodra in front of her might finally ease back after getting a taste of her warm throat, the one behind her caught her by surprise; it shoved and abruptly thrust into her, penetrating the same hole as the very first Pokémon to violate her; the tell-tale squelch and the spasming of her young cunt was all the indication she needed that she'd been speared on both sides, and a groan did its best to escape her mouth, though it had no chance of doing so with the way that cock was so firmly pushed down her throat. The two members might as well have met in the middle, even if it were realistically impossible, and in tandem, the two pulled back, as if in sync. Mia trembled between them, struggling to keep on all fours, but it was clear from their combined noises of delight and the wet, lewd sounds of their cocks pulling back, slickened by fluids, that they didn't care for her well-being.

They started to thrust, and their movements were irregular and not in rhythm with one another; the one in front of her opted for slow and lengthy thrusts that afford Mia the time to take in a deep breath with every withdrawal, whilst the one behind her was content to lapse into short and rapid humps, the squelching of its sloppy seconds bouncing around the cave. Mia couldn't see, but she knew the other Goodra, the first one to fuck her, was probably somewhere nearby, just enjoying the show.

The irregular rhythms made it hard for Mia to focus on one or the other, and the spikes of pleasure that shot through her body with each thrust, either down her throat or deep into her cunt, made her dizzy with pleasure. She could barely think straight, and her heart pounded in her ears, blocking out almost everything but the sound of their stick, viscous thrusts, filled with squelching fluids that spurts and oozed from either orifice. Her pussy quivered, squeezing and clamping as the threat of another orgasm loomed, and her eyes scrunched shut as her throat ached from the forceful and slow thrusts, begging for rest, but also for more.

Already, Mia could feel her body trembling heavily, both from exertion and from the sudden, incredible orgasm that rushed through her body-- her insides squeezed in a way similar to before, but it was loose and more tired, especially against the massive girth of the Goodra's member, almost entirely inside her. Even amidst her orgasm, the Pokémon didn't slow down, messily using her hole as much as possible whilst pre-cum and slime oozed from her cunt and formed a small puddle. The gagging noises of her throat flexing as she tried to suppress her moans encouraged the one in front of her to speed up just a little, but it kept the breadth of each long hump the same. The two of them made noises of eager anticipation and happiness at her orgasm and continued, as if they were hoping to coax another out of her...or perhaps they wanted to bust just as badly. What worried Mia the most, however, was that she still felt hot and horny, despite climaxing a second time...was it ever going to end?

Suddenly, a wet and salty warmth spread across her tongue as the Goodra pulled back, before he pushed forwards again and her throat bulged as the cock throbbed, all but confirming what was happening; the salty taste of cum on her tongue was honestly enough indication, but the way she felt a warmth shoot down into her stomach cemented it. She strained and made a noise, but neither of the Pokémon could hear it; the one in front of her relished the heat and squeezing of her throat whilst the other was lost in pleasure, its eyes lidded over as he pumped back and forth, its slimy tongue hanging from its mouth. As the one in front of her pushed, it spurted thick ropes of cum down into her stomach, and when it pulled back it trailed globs of the stuff along her tongue, which seeped from her mouth and down her chin, for she was unable to take it all.

Nausea and anxiety mixed within her and her mouth overflowed with cum and slime, but thankfully, the Goodra didn't stick around inside her for long; he eventually pulled back and she turned her head to spit the rest out, her stomach gurgling with how much she already swallowed, her jaw aching from keeping it open so much. With her mouth free, her moans were audible and loud, even as she tried to restrain them. The Goodra behind her let out some kind of oscillating noise that sounded like a giggle, and shame enveloped her. Her pussy was noisy with the sound of the Pokémon's thrusts, fluids readily dripping from her orifice, and her belly hung low with the sheer amount of seed she'd taken into her body. She knew she wouldn't be able to handle much more, but luckily for her, she didn't have to.

The sound of that creature pounding her pussy suddenly grew more grossly wet, but the Goodra continued to hump, its breath coming out in hot and heavy snorts as what Mia assumed to be seed sloshed from her pussy in copious amounts, splattering messily onto the cave floor. She could feel the warmth of that substance against her legs, rapidly cooling thanks to the slightly chilly atmosphere of the cave, and the pleasured sounds of the Dragon type's approval bounced around in her ears, filling her senses. Her cunt, sticky and numb, weakly did its best to squeeze around that climaxing dick, but no amount of pressure was going to make her as tight as before, but her body craved to squeeze and her mind was foggy with the desire for more. She hung her head, her hair falling in strands around her cheeks, as the Goodra pushed completely inside her one final time before abruptly tugging back completely, leaving her with yet another longing sense of emptiness.

Her knees gave out shortly thereafter; it was a miracle that she'd managed to keep on all fours the entire time, fuelled presumably by adrenaline and desire alone. The side of her body hit the stone in a matter of seconds, and the light impact shot a squirt of cum straight from her pussy, arcing across the floor. She raised her head and cast her blurry eyes around the room, moistened with tears, and could make out the shapes of the Goodra; they stood in a little group next to each other, and she could make out the pinkish red shapes of their cocks, reminding her of what violated her body so roughly. She had no idea what they were doing, but she got the distinct impression from the way they stood over her that they were far from done.

Somehow, she wanted them to not be done. She weakly rolled onto her back and spread her legs out to show herself off, willingly offering herself to them...and in a matter of moments, they came down upon her again.