Capturing a trainer


The little kitten trudged down a quiet, lonely path between sunlit trees. Birds and bugs chirped and buzzed all around, yet despite the beautiful day, the kid sported a scowl on his ginger muzzle. The ten-year-old feline trainer was on his way home, after a failed attempt to catch more Pokémon for his nascent career. The grumpy boy tightened the straps of his backpack and hastened his pace, too lost on thought to notice a faint rustling from a distant dark shape between the trees. 


The ginger kitten kicked a pinecone out of the way, the hard rubber of his shoes thumping against the pebbled road with each heavy step. He stared down at the ground, mumbling incoherently whilst walking. 


The humanoid shadow slipped closer, stalking its way into the dusky spaces between trees, its dark, clawed hands twitching eagerly with barely-suppressed desire. 


When the child approached a bend in the path, the figure stepped unto the light right behind the boy, and revealed itself as a voluptuous female salazzle sporting a mischievous smile. Despite her larger size, the salazzle stalked the oblivious kitten and managed to remain completely silent. 


Nonetheless, the kitten felt something… odd in the air. The fur on his tail stood up and his ears tensed in alert as his instincts warned that he was being watched. Noticing this, the salazzle hid behind a tree, right as the kitten turned around to look behind him. Not seeing anything, the boy shrugged off his feelings, grabbed his fluffy tail and started to pet it, acting as if this happened every day.


“Damn tail,” he mumbled, stroking the bristled fur to try and get it to lay back down again. 


For a moment, the salazzle feared she might have been spotted, but the feline boy soon returned to walking. Returning to her silent chase, the reptilian Pokémon pondered how she would carry out her planned deed. Should she just kidnap the kitten? Or try to play nice first? Deciding on the latter, the salazzle went behind the kitten and gave a small, playful tug to his fluffy tail.


The ginger cat stopped walking, frozen in fear. He slowly turned around and looked up at the salazzle, before bouncing away and falling back in shock on his hands and back. 

"What's wrong little kitten, did I scare you?" The salazzle chuckled, showing her tongue teasingly at the small boy, her paws resting on her large hips. 


"Wh-a-at?! Y-you can talk?!" The cat boy scuttled away a bit and looked up at the female Pokémon, blushing slightly at her naked body. He found his eyes wandering to the salazzle’s large dark breasts, crowned by juicy purple nipples, matching perfectly with the markings all over her body. Swallowing, the boy looked down at her soft belly, shapely hips and female sex tucked between two meaty thighs, before realizing what he was doing and forcing his eyes back up, feeling lightheaded and tingly from the strange sensations coursing through his young body and his little heart hammering against his chest.


"H-how can you talk?" he stammered.


The salazzle could see the fear in the boy’s eyes and smell it in his nervous scent. She savored them both, eyed him curiously and saw a young ginger cat with a backpack, dark shorts, long socks and a little bit of baby fat clinging on to his arms, cheeks and pudgy belly. She felt herself getting aroused when she noticed the boy eyeing her shapely body; even whilst scared, a boy will be a boy.  


"A lot of us can talk, we just choose not to,” she said casually.  She took another deep breath to smell the kitten’s fear and hesitation and it turned her on more. Oh, it was so cute when her boys were scared of her…


“Oh. Really?” The feline boy looked away, thinking of the few Pokémon he had caught so far. He reconsidered his life choices for a second or two, then looked back up at the salazzle. “Ok, that makes sense, I guess. So then why come up and scare me?'' He tried to fake a smile and ended up showing a trembling confused smirk; a fruitless attempt to hide how scared he truly was. 


The salazzle chuckled at this. "I don't know, you're cute is all. Very cute.” She bowed down to get closer to the boy, and to smell his lingering fear. Her tail moved slowly behind her in excitement.


Trying not to look at her breasts, the kitten blushed hotter, his tail fluffing up behind him as he slowly tried to back up, still more afraid than anything else from the salazzle’s tremendous figure. His ears burned hot pink and his shy, nervous eyes looked down. 


"Awww... You're blushing. So cute.” The salazzle licked her lips with her long tongue, closed the distance between them and stretched out her paw to gently run her claw against the boy’s fuzzy round cheek.


The cub blushed even harder; she could feel the warmth on his cheeks as he looked away, trying not to be touched by her body. 


She got right up to him, his young, scared scent drawing her in like a magnet. "What's your name, cutie?" she asked, feigning innocence, stroking his cheek with one paw and feeling the kitten tremble under her short claws.


“Uhh, m-my name is J-Jack," the boy sputtered, backing away from the handpaw that was petting him. “What’s yours?” 



"You can call me Sallie" The Pokémon said nonchalantly. Feeling Jack tremble made her feel powerful, and the boy saw a strange hunger creep into her eyes. "Do you think I'm pretty, Jack?" she added, and took the boy’s shoulder to draw him closer to her.  


“N-nice to meet you Sallie. A-and… uhm… I guess? I’m sorry, I don’t know how to answer that." Jack stared into her eyes, feeling his fight or flight response kick in. Sally could see his eyes shift too look around them, trying to find a way out.  


"Owww... You're breaking my heart, Jack,” she replied sarcastically. "So, let me ask you another question. Do you want to come to my liar with me?" Her grin grew, showing off her little fangs. Jack saw that hunger in her eyes flair up. "Do you want to be my little property, and be used by me like a toy?"


"W-what!? No I don’t!" Jack tried to step away from the looming salazzle. 


“Wrong answer, Jackie.” Sallie’s handpaws clamped on the Jack’s shoulders and pulled him close to her face. As the kitten struggled to get free, the salazzle took a deep breath, expanded her chest, and blew out a fine pink mist right into the boy’s face. 


Jack tried to push himself off from Sallie’s grip, but as soon as he breathed in a whiff of the mist, he felt as if he could barely move. The cloying, sweet vapor invaded his senses and sent his young mind reeling. Coughing, he shook his dizzy head, feeling the world spin around him. He struggled weakly against the salazzle, before laying limply in her grip, looking weak and tired as he tried to resist the effect of her powerful pheromones. 


The boy coughed some more. “W-What the heck… Are you…” Summoning his strength, he tried to wave the mist out of his face and pushed weakly against the Pokémon’s arms.  


Sally felt herself getting more and more excited as Jack tried to fight the effects of her pheromones. But she knew that sooner or later the boy would cave in. As Jack tried to push himself away from her grip, Sally forcefully held him against her body, his flustered face resting right under her tantalizing breasts. She grabbed his small head and moved it up, so his confused and nervous eyes would stare up at her again, and gently blew out another puff of rich pheromones.  


Jack instinctively tried to hold his breath and close his eyes. But soon his need to breathe overpowered his resolve. The boy inhaled deeply through his feline muzzle, and this time, he did not cough. Despite himself, he started to enjoy the thick, sweet smell, so rich he could taste it in his mouth. Breathing in Sallie’s pheromones started to feel… nice. So very nice…


The kitten felt to urge to breathe in deeply and succumb to the tantalizing aroma, but his self-preservation instincts still prevented him from doing so. He twisted and pulled a little more, getting weaker by the second. “N-No,” he murmured sleepily, twisting his head as if he could escape from the pink cloud around him. “Let m-me go… Let me… Uhhh…”


He tried to squirm away from Sally’s grip, landing a very weak kick against her stomach that the salazzle barely registered as a tiny nudge. 


Sally knew that sooner or later Jack would have to take another breath. The pink mist of her pheromones still clung around Jack’s feline face, and she breathed out just a little more of her scent just to be sure. “It’s okay, Jackie,” she cooed sweetly, “No need to fight against mommy.”


Slowly losing himself to the haziness taking over his mind, Jack took another deep breath and exhaled a long, tired sigh. He squirmed weakly for a second or two, before falling back against the salazzle’s larger body, his little handpaws trying to grab at nothing in a final futile attempt to get away, before going completely limp. The last bit of desperation in his eyes slowly faded away into a blank stare, and as his brain was smothered in bliss by each pheromone-filled breath, his muzzle drew a loopy smile that made the cub look high and drunk at the same time. 


The salazzle licked her lips at the delightful sight. No matter how many times she had seen people succumbing to her pheromones, it still managed to get her riled up. "There we go, Jackie", she said, her voice huskier, needier. "Such a good little boy, aren't you?" She scooped him up effortlessly in her arms like a little baby and started walking away from the path, going into the surrounding forest.


In his pheromone-drunk state, Jack nuzzled himself into Sallie’s arms, eyes half-lidded and dreamy. Soon, another sensation, warm and tingly, sprouted from the pit of his stomach and enveloped his young nether regions, and the cub moaned gently as his little erection poked against the salazzle’s arms. 


Sallie carried him further and further away into the forest, occasionally stroking his ginger fur. "Such a good little kitty," she whispered sweetly, enjoying how the boy’s boner rubbed against her arms. "Such a good horny boy for mommy."


"Mmmm…" Jack murmured in return, half dreaming and half awake. Sallie giggled at the cub’s incoherent mumbling.  


They soon approached a small clearing in the woods, sporting a small cabin in its middle, far away from prying eyes and anyone who could save little Jack. 


Sally carried him inside and laid his limp body down on a couch impregnated with her natural scent, and waited.


After a few minutes, Jack started to weakly move on the couch, trying to stand up before falling back down on the soft fabric. He opened his bleary eyes and looked around, barely able to remember anything because of the pheromones in his brain. “Wh…what?” The boy slowly regained consciousness, still barely able to move. “Where… am I?”


"Hello Jackie,” Sallie said with a big smile, “Do you like your new home? You were such a good boy coming here!" Her long lizard tail swayed happily behind her.


“What did you call me?" Jack shook his head, still too weak and dizzy to try and sit up. He caught a tiny whiff of Sallie’s scent coming from the couch and smelled at the fabric unconsciously, smiling as he did so. It smelled nice. “Oh… wow…” The kitten still sounded loopy and half-drunk, as if on an anesthetic. 


Sally grinned when she saw Jack sniffing at the couch; the boy was slowly but surely becoming hooked on her pheromones after his first taste. Soon he would crave nothing more. But for now, Sallie needed to take advantage of the cub’s vulnerable and suggestable mental state in order to take things further. "You're Jackie, my good little boy,” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And I'm your mommy, remember?”


Something seemed weird to Jack, but in his current state, he couldn’t care. "Oh. Okay… mommy.” He laid down, twisting his young, pudgy body to try and wake up from his stupor, all the while looking at the mysterious yet no-longer-scary Pokemon looking over him. He rubbed his half-lidded eyes and shook his head some more. 


"What's wrong, my dear kitty?" Once again, the rhetoric question was sweet and dangerous. Sally knew that Jack was trying to fight against her spell. She enjoyed it, knowing it was all useless.


“I… I feel weird." He would rub his eyes some more, his feline tail slowly waving behind him, rubbing against the couch’s cushions. “Like I’m tired and can’t think right.”


"Shhhh... It's okay dear," she said, gently stroking his ears. "You don't need to think about anything at all. Just be a good little boy with no thoughts. And if you're tired, come rest against mommy's soft chest." Sallie leaned her chest forward in invitation.


"Mmm, okay momma." Jack nuzzled his little head against Sallie’s inviting tits, hugging the large female as best as he could. A soft, gentle purr rose from his throat in contentment.  


"Such a good boy, I love it when you purr for me" Sally held the cub’s head between her soft warm breasts and stroked his head, while her other handpaw touched his small body all over his chest and belly. “Now relax… and breaaaathe…”

The salazzle blew a small pheromone puff into Jack’s little muzzle, which twitched at the now-familiar and enticing sweet smell. The boy’s body reacted to the alluring scent and he nuzzled more against Sallie’s breasts, as a little tent grew on his shorts. His mind once more swam in a sea of narcotic, lustful haze. "Mmmmm… purrrr~" Drugged on his scent, the boy wrapped his arms tighter against the salazzle’s wide frame, blushing under his ginger fur from the pleasant sensations of his boycock rubbing against the salazzle’s sides. It didn’t take long for a little dark spot to appear on his shorts, where his precum soaked through the fabric.


"That's right Jackie," Sallie said repeated, stroking the kitten’s glowing ears. "Feels good not to think. You like mommy now, don't you?" As she said this, the handpaw on his belly went down to rub at the little bulge on the kitten’s shorts, teasing him with gentle circular caresses that coaxed a few more drops of pre from his young cock.


"Y-yes… momma…” Jack’s breathing grew shallower, his hug tighter, and he started to pant hotly against the salazzle’s tits. When she pulled her clawed paw away, a tiny bead of clear pre clung to it. 


"Mmmm... good boy." Sally brought her paw to her face and licked it clean with her long, purple reptilian tongue. “And what do you like most about mommy, dearie?" she asked, returning to teasing his dick.


"Y-your smell, i-it’s amazing." Jack spaced out for a moment, his face showing that same loopy, wide smile as he panted harder. “Feels… good, momma. Aahh~”


“That’s it boy,” Sallie hissed in his ear, “Mommy will make you feel good.” She stuck her handpaw under his shorts and fished out his little stiffie, which throbbed between her soft, dark scales. “Mmm… You have a cute dick, Jackie. Mommy will play with it now.” Sallie did just that: her dark handpaws teased at the cub’s sensitive flesh, caressed his little fuzzy orbs, and pulled back and forth at his foreskin to coax more pre from his cock. Jack whimpered needily. “Shhh… relaaaaax…” 


Another puff of intoxicating pheromones washed over the kitten’s face, and a drop of drool spilled from his open lips as he huffed in her sweet scent. “Mmmm… Ahhh…” His moans devolved into needy, lusty purrs, and his small hips thrusted into her soft hands. 


Sally could feel the boy approaching his climax. His boycock grew harder than ever, throbbing in her hand, and his little orbs tucked into his body. “Yes, Jackie. Let go. Let go for mommy.” Seeing that he was so close, Sally rubbed his boycock faster, gently playing with his little balls. "Have some more dearie." She held him close, opened her mouth wide, and blew a nice thick cloud of pheromones in his face.


“Ahhh… Ahh…” The kitten blushed harder, panting, small hips gyrating against that delightful touch. An electrifying ecstasy coursed through the boy as his cock tensed and spasmed. “Aaahhhh~”


Jack took a deep breath and came instantly, his cock spurting out rope after rope of lovely jizz. The pearly droplets splattered all over the salazzle’s breasts, her arms, the couch and the boy’s shorts, who inhaled as much as he could of those addictive pheromones. He seemed barely conscious; his sensitive dick would throb and release another spurt of cum with each lovely breath. "Nmm… Oohh…"


Another moan, another low purr, another string of drool leaking from the kitten’s open maw as he came his little brains out in that narcotic haze. 


"Yesssss...." Sally hissed as the boy’s cum dripped on the floor. "Good boy Jackie... Let it all out." She stroked his head and rubbed the last bit of cum from his balls, enjoying every second of it.


Eventually, the last bit of cum was milked from Jack’s boycock, and the kitten nearly passed out in a pleasure-driven stupor. 


Sallie laid him down on the couch as he lost himself in his afterglow, chuckling in satisfaction. "We will have so much fun together, little Jackie" she whispered, licking his cum off her arms and hands. 


With a final deep breath, Jack passed out on the couch, his whole crotch plastered in cum, his dark shorts still around his ankles. He purred gently as sleep took him away, while the possessive salazzle grinned down at her new boytoy and whispered, “You will never leave here, little Jackie. This is your home now. Forever.”