Delphox’s Dilemma#1


Lighting flashed & thunder roared as a scared Braixen blindly staggered her way through the Swamplands of route 14. Tired, hungry, & soaked to the bone by the pounding rain, Braixen was scared, lost, & feeling hopeless. 
Abandoned by her trainer for being too weak after losing to a wild Toxicroak, Braixen was quickly forced off the dry path & into the swamp when a wild Muk attacked her while hunting for prey. Quickly becoming lost, Braixen tried to find her way back to safety but unwittingly went deeper in.
Completely lost in the darkness of the storm, Braixen tried to find shelter to wait out the storm but around every corner & in every dry spot was another Mon looking for an easy meal. Hurt & terrified, Braixen had unknowingly made her way into the heart of the swamp where the fearsome alpha predator Goodra made his layer. Moments later Braixen stumbled & fell on the rim of a large pit in the ground. Trying to pick herself up, Braixen slipped on the wet grass & found herself sliding down the muddy embankment & towards the bottom of the pit.
Landing in a dirty heap, Braixen, her fur caked in mud, tried to climb out of the pit but the muddy walls were too steep & too slick for her to make any headway. Now effectively trapped in the pit, Braixen turned to face her surroundings, hoping to find a dry spot to escape the rain.  As luck would have it, on the far wall if the pit appeared to a deep indent. Hurrying over to it, Braixen was shocked when she saw that what she had taken to be an indent in the wall was a tunnel sloping downwards. Tired, cold, & wet Braixen was out of fucks to give &, throwing caution to the wind, headed down the tunnel to escape the storm. Making her way down the tunnel, Braixen was surprised to find that the walls were lined with sunstones to provide illumination in the pitch blackness.
Walking about 50ft from the opening; Braixen found herself standing in a circular chamber, lit up with more sunstones, with a large pile of straw in the center. Recognizing this as a pokemon den, Braixen quickly turned to leave not wanting an encounter with the dens inhabitant, but it was too late. Turning around Braixen found herself facing the stomach of a massive Goodra bull. How he had gotten there Braixen did not know, she was almost positive that she was alone in the pit & the tunnel was too narrow for a mon his side to hide it. Thinking he must have entered the pit after her, Braixen backed up slowly, growling like a cornered animal. She was of course bluffing, she was clearly in the Goodra’s den & she stood no chance. The Goodra just smirked & stepped towards her. Continuing to growl, Braixen reached for her stick but before she could grab it, Goodra grabbed her, moving faster than she thought possible.
His grasp like iron, Braixen found herself unable to even struggle as the Goodra sized her up & down. The slime pooling off his body mixed with her mud-soaked fur, causing it to cake & clump like a mangy animal. Accepting her fate, Braxien prepared for the end, believing she was about to be eaten. Unfortunately for her, what happened next was arguably worse. Tossing Braixen to the ground Goodra mounted her, his dragon dick stretching her tight pussy past its limits. Crying out in pain as she was penetrated, Braxien mouth was instantly stuffed full as Goodra jammed one of its tentacles down her throat. Trying with all her might to pull out the tentacle, Braixen was horrified as the stuck-fast tentacle began to heat up & stiffen. Her eyes now firmly locked on the semi-transparent tentacle, Braixen watched in fear as green sludge began filling the tentacle before pouring out the tip & into her stomach. Hot as lava & sitting like a rock in her gut, Braixen would have been grateful not to be tasting it, if she was not horrified at her situation.
Between the tentacle & the slop, Braixen nearly forgot about the massive dick stitching out her inexperienced pussy, until Goodra began to thrust. Flipping her over, Goodra held up her legs as he thrust his dick into her rapidly spoiling womanhood over & over again. Fucking her with reckless abandon, Goodra buried himself in her up to the hilt before pulling out to just the tip before slamming back in, each thrust passing Braxien’s cervix & entering her womb, his goo coating her crotch. Now sobbing, Braixen kept trying to pull out the tentacle as it continued to spew hot slop into her stomach. Unable to escape Braixen dreaded what this monster or a mon had in store for her.