Delphfox Dilemma#2


Fourteen hours. FOURTEEN FUCKING HOURS! For fourteen hours Goodra pounded away at Braixen’s pussy. Never stopping, never slowing, Goodra fucked Braixen in every position he could think of. While the fucking still hurt, Braixen no longer had the energy to fight back, her strength completely sapped by the relentless pounding.
Having fainted twice already, Braixen awoke each time to find her body shaking from the gooey dragon’s thrusts; confirming that the horrible events of the last several hours weren’t a nightmare but instead very real. Even her attempts to remove the tentacle had ceased as Braixen no longer had the strength to lift her arms. Speaking of the tentacle Goodra seemed to realize around hour twelve that while Braixen was eating the slop she wasn’t tasting it. Wanting to add to the poor mon’s torture in any way possible, Goodra began to secrete the slop from other pores along the tentacle instead of the just the tip, making sure to fill Braixen’s mouth with it. This caused Breaixen to shake & squirm for the first time in several hours as the slop hit her taste buds. Lava Hot & slimy, the green slop tasted like rancid swamp water & decomposing meat/ vegetation. Made to eat an unending stream of it, Braixen forced herself not to think of what the slop could be; more afraid of the answer than disgusted by the taste.
As hour fifteen set in, Braixen, her tasted buds acclimated to the slops taste, fell still once again (Much to Goodra’s dismay) her mouth filled with rot & the last of her strength gone. This displeased Goodra as he enjoyed Braixen’s struggling/crying & felt like there was no point in fucking her if she was just going to lay there & take it. But Ol’ Goodra was no quitter so he soldiered on, determined to see his task through to the end, even if he did have to slog through mundane boringness to reach his goal. Switching positions once again, Goodra picked Braixen up & began sliding her up & down his dick like a slide whistle. Inside Braixen, Goodra’s barbed dick dug into the walls of her sore2 pussy, slowly but surely scraping away at her inner walls, making more room for Goodras massive dragon dick while his tapered tip continued to push through her cervix, making sure it would no longer fully close. Braixen did not realize it yet, but Goodra’s dick was ruining her pussy, making it nasty & barely unusable for anything other than a Goodra (& Mudesdale as for some reason they have the same dick) carving it out & filling it with slime to soften the tight muscles up, making them soft, flabby & malleable. What Braixen did realize though, was how bloated she was feeling. Ever since Goodra had started pumping slop down her throat she felt it filling her stomach. Sitting there like a massive lump, Braixen felt the slop continue to fill her stomach, higher & higher it went, her stomach becoming bloated & distorted, filling up so full that the slop nearly touched the tentacle that spewed it. Just when Braixen thought she was going to burst, the pressure began to ease. Slowly at first then much more rapidly, Braixen was confused as the tentacle was still spewing but her stomach was emptying. Worried at first that her stomach may have burst, Braixen was confused & dismayed to realize that instead of causing a gory death, the Slop seemed to be filling the rest of her body. Exiting her stomach, the slop was filling every available space inside her body bulging up against her skin, surrounding her muscles & organs, & giving the poor Braixen a swollen bloated appearance, to match her new feeling of fullness.
Continuing to slide Braixen up & down his dick Goodra recounted his good fortune, even if he was growing bored with the young vulpine. Out hunting the night of the storm, he approached his den feeling full & content, so imagine his surprise as he saw a lost Mon fall into his den. Following her down the tunnel, he let her realize just where she was & how much danger she was in before appearing behind her, blocking her escape. Originally he was just going to eat her but after her pathetic attempt to seem intimidating & after grasping her, feeling her soft body & clean scent under the grime & muck, he figured she could serve him better than just a meal. Flipping her back onto her stomach & holding her sides, Goodra began to envision the results of his fucking  just to cut through the monotony. It was times like this he laminated the fact his species took so long to orgasm. Once he was done no one would ever take Braixen for a former trainer pokemon again. She would be tainted, ruined, the swamp permeating her inside & out.  She would be nothing more than another disgusting resident of the swamp, forced to eke out a living in the unforgiving environment Either by hunting & fighting for territory, or by using her ruined "assists" to give other Pokemon a quick release in exchange for a meal or a dry spot to sleep. Goodra was almost positive it would be the latter, just another bitch in the swamp, her smell alone being enough to discourage any trainer from capturing her, despite her species rarity.
Fucking widely this entire time, these thoughts along with the feeling of Braxien’s pussy melting around his dick (Despite her lack of struggling) were enough to send Goodra over the edge. After soldiering on for several hours, Goodra hilted himself as deep as he could go in Braixen’s tight pussy & finally orgasmed. With a mighty roar, Goodra’s spunk shot out of his dragon dick like a fire hydrant. Hot as the tentacle slop, his massive orgasm caused Braixen to once again thrash & squirm as her womb & pussy were filled & scalded by Goodra’s yellowish sticky slime cum. Braixen's stomach once again began to swell as Goodra’s load just kept coming as if attempting to match the several hours of output from the tentacle in just a few minutes. Continuing to pump into Braixen second after second, an army of Goodra’s sperm swam through her love tunnel & through the perfect hole the tip had created in her cervix, right into her womb where three ova swam & played, not a care in the world.
The girls had been warned by the ovaries that day to stay inside, that something was going out outside their little world & they were worried about the girl’s safety. Sadly these three ova had not heeded their warning & snuck out to play in the womb. When the sperm arrived time seemed to stand still, the girls did not move & neither did the sperm. Then the girls attempted to flee, their last mistake. Swimming like their lives depended on it, the girls tried to make it back to the fallopian tubes & to safety but the sperm was faster. Firing their barbs like harpoons, the sperm speared the fleeing ova & reeled them in. Struggling the entire time, the girl’s efforts proved fruitless as they were quickly pulled into the midst of the gooey yellow sperm. For a moment the sperm remained still, then they swarmed. The girls tried their best to fight them off. They were no match. Attacking like piranhas the sperm breached the ova’s outer defenses, filling their bodies with more than a dozen sperm each. Reaching the girl’s DNA, the sperm burrowed into it, changing it & adding themselves to it. A moment later, the filled ova let out screams of pain & alarm as they began to change. The girls felt their bodies begin to mutate, their forms changing as they become new creatures. As their bodies writhed & boiled they absorbed all the sperm inside & surrounding them. Much to the girl's horror, they felt their dreams of becoming powerful & beautiful warrior pokemon melting away. The sperms mutations changed them so they would become nothing more than fat disgusting breeding slobs. With one last cry of anguish, the girls wished so desperately that they had listened to the ovaries before their conscienceless faded & they became attached to the uterine wall.
Finishing up his massive organism, Goodra pulled his sticky dick out of Braixen’s sore pussy with a wet pop, not a single drop of his adhesive-like cum spilling out of the young vulpine. Feeling satisfied, Goodra curled up in his straw nest for a well-deserved nap, his tentacle still firmly lodged in Braixen’s mouth, completely unaware that she had once again passed out.