[b][u][center]An Experiment in Breeding Prologue For Limemas By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Carl should have known that going into the Viridian Forest without his Pokémon was a bad idea. Everyone said that the bugs there were pretty harmless, but it was an open secret that Team Rocket tended to operate in the area. They were always on the watch for more schemes to pull, and it was only a matter of time before they started preying on people instead of other Pokémon. That said, nobody had been molested on the route between Viridian and Pewter City for months, so it was assumed that it was safe enough. He had left his Pokémon at home in the care of his family, and the young adult went for a walk in the shade of the trees. It was a calm place, filled with the soft flap-flaps of Butterfrees, with the occasional hum of a Beedrill, and with the grunting, spitting sounds that always came from the Metapods and Kakuna that lined the paths. The little wormy ones were always out of sight, more silent than their cocooning evolutions, and they didn’t cause any problems for him as he walked along. He enjoyed the cool shade, a welcome relief from the heat of the day outside the forest, but it was the solitude that really got to him. Carl had been stuck in the city for too long, and it was good to be out of it, out in the quiet, being alone again. Alone, away from his family, his Pokémon, and everything else that might start asking awkward questions if they realized what he preferred to do on his own. [i]Heh, getting some ‘fun’ was always hard when I was traveling,[/i] he remembered, leaning against a tree as he looked up and down the path. [i]Even if there wasn’t any other trainers around, the Pokémon always wanted to be out and about…they always wanted to know why I smelled different…[/i] Different. Heh. More like turned on. Carl had been more than a bit of a horndog on his journeys when he was a teenager, and he wasn’t much different as an adult. Without a partner to enjoy, he had ended up using his hand more often than he liked, and with his family the way they were, it wasn’t the first time that he’d had to sneak out to get a little private time with his hand. The forest was perfect for that. It was filled with hiding places, and there were plenty of ways to keep an eye on the path so that you didn’t get surprised. Everyone else would be making too much noise to hide, and he’d be able to stop and get his pants back on if he had to. Carl sat down against the tree, pulling himself just a bit off the path so that he wasn’t immediately visible, and dragged his zipper down. The feeling of the cool air on his cock was a welcome change to the heat in his pants, and he sighed as he started jerking off. The feeling of his fingers wrapped around his cock was just what he needed. He’d been in a rut lately, his Pokémon not winning any fights. Not losing any, either, but not winning, their power plateaued and not growing any further since fighting in Celadon City. Carl kept telling himself that it was just a temporary setback, that he just needed to find a way to train his team up to their full potential, but considering the lack of luck he’d had with that… Well, it was hard to feel good about himself lately. That, and the lack of girlfriends meant that he didn’t have any real social time, nor any real relief from all the pent-up frustration that he kept getting. He groaned as he leaned his head back against the tree-trunk, savoring the feeling of his tight grip on his cock. Pre-cum was already flowing, and he could feel his orgasm building up already. It was going to be a big one. Carl grabbed for his balls, humping into his hand as the Beedrills hummed overhead and the Butterfrees moved from tree to tree, carrying pollen and distributing different powders as they went. He swore some of those powders were probably making him hornier. They seemed to do just about everything else to other Pokémon. He was right on the verge of blowing his load when he heard something in the distance. Well, heard was not quite the wrong word. It was more like ‘felt,’ or ‘sensed.’ It wasn’t loud enough to be a sound, but it was…something. He paused, his hand sliding off his cock but not quite going to the point of pulling his zipper back up. He was dripping like mad, after all, and the last thing that he needed was to stain his pants. Slowly getting to his feet, he poked his head around the tree trunk – [i]Hello.[/i] And found himself face to face with a Pokémon that every trainer had heard of, but few had faced. Soft pink with a hint of purple, the cat-like Pokémon stood there, the tube running out of the back of its head and into its spine making it clear just what it was. It was…it was… Mewtwo. Carl fell flat on his ass, staring up at the legendary creature that floated over him. It was bigger than he expected, a little taller than he was, and its arms were crossed over a slight chest that had no muscle. Not that it needed it. He had heard that this legendary Psychic was powerful enough to handle all of the Elite Four and their Pokémon at the same time. It was strong enough to rip a building out of the ground and throw it around the world. It was… It was invincible. “What…what do you want? Why the hell are you here?” [i]I’m looking for a…subject,[/i] the Mewtwo thought at him. [i]And perhaps you might be just the one I need.[/i] “What are you talking about? What the hell are you –” [i]Sleep.[/i] Mewtwo’s eyes glowed purple, and suddenly, the world disappeared. # When Carl opened his eyes, Mewtwo was still there…and was somehow even bigger than before. The idea that the legendary Pokémon might be able to make himself bigger had never crossed his mind, but now that he thought about it, it seemed like something out of a horror story. The shudders running down his spine were all too strong, and yet… Yet, something felt wrong. Like it wasn’t Mewtwo that had grown, but everything else had shrunk… [i]No…not everything,[/i] he realized as the trees and the grass had grown, as well. [i]Just…me…[/i] Carl looked down at himself, his eyes going wider and wider as he didn’t see his familiar t-shirt or jeans or jogging shoes. He didn’t see any clothes…and he didn’t see any pale skin, either. All he saw… All he saw was the blue and yellow patterns of a Totodile’s body. He held up his arms, stubby and short compared to what he’d had before, and he looked at the little claws that adorned his fingers. He still had all five, but they were short, stumpy, barely visible past the crocodile snout that had replaced his face. Looking down, he saw that he had three toes on longer feet, but that wasn’t the big thing. No, the [i]big[/i] thing was what lay between his legs. Nothing. Not even a hint of a cock. There was only a slit, and he knew enough about Pokémon breeding to know what a slit down there meant. Cocks didn’t stay inside with most species. Not when you knew where to look. He whipped his head back up, opened his mouth – [i]I’m not turning you back.[/i] Mewtwo’s simple statement was enough to leave him shaking in his non-existent boots. The idea of being locked down as a Totodile for who knew how long was a terrifying one, and he didn’t know if he would ever be able to turn back without the help of the legendary Pokémon before him. Carl shook his head. He had to try. He opened his mouth again – Only for it to slam shut once more as Mewtwo raised his hand, the Psychic’s power forcing the former human to stay silent. The feeling of pressure on his snout was all the scarier once he realized that it was impossible to fight, and impossible to touch. Even as he rubbed all over his face, he couldn’t find anything like a band or a clasp to pull loose. [i]This is your body now. You will not be returning to your human form.[/i] “Mmmph!” [i]I have left you the ability to understand Pokémon speech. When I allow you to speak again, you will hear it as if you were still speaking as a human, but no humans will understand you. Do you understand me?[/i] He did. He did, and he was terrified at the implications. Had he made some sort of mistake? Was this judgment for him being more interested in his own hand than in training his Pokémon properly? Had he committed some sin that he was being punished for? He didn’t know, and that was the most worrying part of all. Eventually, Mewtwo removed the band around his mouth, and the Totodile managed to speak. “What do you want? Why me?” [i]Because you are a creature that will serve this experiment well.[/i] “What experiment? What are you going to do with me? Isn’t this enough?” [i]No. Now. Be wet.[/i] The sudden heat that bloomed between his legs – his legs, his, not hers, not hers, please not hers – caught him by surprise. Carl doubled over, panting hard as he looked down at the little slit between his stubby legs. It was already getting shiny, wet, fluids starting to run free almost as if he had pissed himself. Yet, the smell…the smell was strong enough that there was no question that it was something much less filthy than that. His cheeks burned as he realized that he was oozing juices at a rate that a human woman would never have done, not even the sluttiest of them. This was impossible, and yet, it was happening to him. He moaned, rolling forward, falling on his front before rolling onto his back. He could feel his juices running down between his legs, rolling from his pussy back to his ass and then dripping around his tail. He arched his back, thrusting his hips in the air before he realized what he was doing, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a hissing cry. [i]That’s the beginning. Yes, you are getting quite…lubricated,[/i] Mewtwo said, his voice almost amused. And it was definitely a masculine voice, deep and resonant. It was hot and heavy, too, something that pushed at Carl’s mind, making it hard for him to think, making him want to listen, instead. [i]Spread your legs further. Show off.[/i] He didn’t have a choice. His need was rising too fast for him to do anything else. His eyes rolled back in his head, his legs spreading slowly. The stubby limbs were so…so short, but they still were enough to hide his sex if he was careful. Not that he could be, now. The orders… He whimpered, his body refusing to hide itself, too eager to show off at the orders of the Mewtwo. His legs parted all the way, his slit doing a bit of the same. Some of the pink-blue tissue inside could be seen, and more and more fluids rolled out, wet and plentiful and thick and slimy. It was tempting to reach down, to touch himself, to see just how messy it was, but he was able to avoid that, at least. Carl groaned, the urge to fill himself becoming stronger and stronger. His inner walls were clenching down hard, pushing against each other, giving some semblance of stimulation. It was never enough, though. Not nearly enough to get him off. [i]Oh god, don’t want to cum, don’t want to cum…[/i] [i]You don’t have a choice.[/i] Mewtwo’s eyes glowed again, and this time, the Psychic’s gesture was followed by a large, invisible pressure between the Totodile’s legs. The feeling of something pressing against him, something vaguely phallic, was almost enough to push him over the edge. Carl screamed, a squirt of pussy juice shooting from just under his clit and falling on the grass in front of him. He lifted his head, looking down between his legs, his eyeballs about to bug out of their sockets as he saw the pressure on his sex. There was nothing there, not even a stick, but it felt like there was a cock pushing against him, and his nethers reflected that, his lower lips starting to bend inwards. “No, no please…I don’t…I don’t want…” [i]You want cock.[/i] And just like that, the slap across his brain sent images of all sorts of Pokémon cock through his mind. He saw them, smelled them, even, and he couldn’t help but feel a craving even though his fantasies had always been about females before. Carl closed his eyes tightly, trying to summon the mental images that he’d always jerked off to in the past. The playboy pictures of female trainers showing off on the beach, big boobs and hot asses shaking as they walked around. He forced himself to remember the pornos that he watched, remembering the girls that had offered their pussies to some Pokémon, even seeing one girl that had gotten on all fours for an Arcanine. It had been hot just that morning, but now…now, those pictures in his head almost seemed to be on the verge of drying him out, leaving him with nothing for lubrication down there. His resolve slipped, and suddenly, that mental image of a trainer with her Arcanine shifted, moving his view from her pussy to that knotted cock. That cock, that thick shaft, so big and fat that it would split him right in two if it were anywhere near him… Yet, he wanted it. He wanted it in him so bad that it hurt, and he moaned under his breath as he thrust his hips forward on instinct – “NNNNGH!” Only to feel that psychic pressure slide inside of him, opening him up. As soon as his pussy was properly opened, he felt the waterfall of juices inside come running out, drenching the forest floor in slime and slickness. His pleasure jumped up, his eyes going wide, his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as his tail hung limp under him. [i]Oh fuck, oh fuck…[/i] The psychic shaft never went more than a few inches in and out of him, never enough to go far enough to break the virginal barrier deeper inside, but it was still enough to rile him up. Carl couldn’t think straight, all of his energy going to trying not to cum. Yet, that invisible shaft was driving him mad, pushing him right to the edge of his endurance, making it impossible for him to do anything but thrust his hips back against it. His thoughts bent more and more towards the insanely sexual, unable to think of anything that didn’t involve him getting rutted like a beast in heat. In and out, in and out that psychic rod went, pushing him further and further towards orgasm. He held out for a minute, two, three, but that was as far as his endurance could take him. He was sweating, soaked from head to toe, and his claws sunk deep into the earth to try and hold onto some semblance of reality. It wasn’t enough. “AAAAAAAAAAGH!” He screamed at the top of his lungs as he was pushed over the edge, the pleasure of that thick fake cock inside of him making him almost black out. The sense of pleasure rolled on into a second orgasm, then a third, each one accompanied by a squirt of juices so strong, to thick, that it was like a water gun attack shooting into the distance. His pussy clenched again and again, even after the psychic rod went away, leaving him shaking and whimpering, gasping and moaning as he tried to collect himself. Mewtwo floated down to stand in front of him, lifting one foot and resting a toe on the Totodile’s clit. Carl whimpered. [i]You are no longer male.[/i] “Mmmph…please…” [i]You are no longer male,[/i] the Mewtwo said, eyes flashing. The pressure on his mind pushed at the identity that he tried to hold onto. Memories of holding a dick to piss, memories of grinding against his own fingers, thoughts of fucking instead of being fucked: all of them disappeared, purged from his head, leaving behind nothing but the pleasure that had come from being ‘fucked’ by the Pokémon’s psychic shaft. As he laid there, panting, whimpering, the pleasure of the Mewtwo’s touch started to grow, making him wet again, slimy and drenched down between his legs at a level that was impossible for anything to actually hold for long. He whimpered, biting his lips as he…as she fought the urge to hump up against it. [i]You are in heat.[/i] The second command hit her just as hard as the first, and faster, too. She whimpered, biting her lips as the heat rose from between her legs to her belly, filling a womb that she hadn’t had only a few minutes ago with the same heat and the same urges as the rest of her body. She needed seed, needed to be fucked, needed to be filled… And there was no getting rid of it. Even when she tried to think of girls, of at least lesbian sex, it was like her mind was pushed away from it. It was like, well, like that old uncle that thought gay stuff was bad. There was no allowing it in his head, since it wasn’t breeding. Whimpering, Carl tried to pull away, but Mewtwo only lifted her up into the air, holding her with his power. The little Water type looked its captor in the eyes, shivering. [i]You are part of the experiment. And you will stay for it. There will be no attempts to escape, no sudden attempts to fight. Do you understand?[/i] There was no pressure with that command. Carl didn’t know why, but she knew that it was not going to be a mercy extended twice. She was being told that if she did try and escape, if she did try and fight, then it would not go well for her. If she tried, then her body would be controlled, her mind taken, and she’d be made to do it regardless of what she wanted. Slowly, she nodded. [i]Yes, I thought you would. Now, let’s take you back to headquarters…sleep.[/i] Mewtwo’s eyes flashed again, and she was out like a light. # Carl, or, she supposed, Carly, woke up in the middle of a small cell. For a human, it would have been impossible to live in, but for her? For someone that was no bigger than a tiny Pokémon? It was something like a zoo enclosure, one without the usual accessories, but not impossible to live in or impossible to take some comfort from. She got to her feet, wobbling as she did, feeling her juices still running from her pussy. She felt the temptation to touch herself once more, the heat building back up from her core down to her sex, but she managed to hold off the worst of it for the moment. The cell had almost nothing to it, just plain gray walls with a single screen on the far side of it. There was a door that was almost disguised, and she imagined that, to human eyes, it would have been harder to see. For her, there was a feeling of water around the edges, some sort of humidity on the other side, and it made it easier to tell where it was. Carly shook her head. It was not a good idea to start getting too attached to her new body, or to explore it too closely. She needed to focus on figuring out what was happening, and why they needed some new experimental subject. No sooner had she berated herself about it than the little panel by the door – the little screen – turned on. A human scientist looked back at her, adjusting his glasses. “Subject Carly. Are you prepared for your first test?” The Totodile looked back blankly, putting as much sarcasm and lack of understanding into the look as she could. The scientist looked back for a moment, then rubbed the back of his head. “Great, nobody told her about what was going on…” [i]No, nobody did…you…fuck…[/i] She could feel her juices rolling down her legs, and the pleasure and intensity of the need down there was getting worse by the second. She could hardly stand anymore, and the feeling of emptiness was nearly driving her mad. Shifting from one foot to another, she watched as the scientist gathered his thoughts. “According to our scans – god, why am I telling a Pokémon this? Guys? Guys? Why am I telling her this? She’s a Pokémon. She can’t understand me.” There was something about orders from the boss, and the scientist sighed and continued. “According to our scans and tests, you’re a rare sub-type of Totodile that can interbreed with any sort of Pokémon out there.” [i]…What?[/i] “We are going to have you breed with as many different types as possible, using those studies to improve our understanding of Pokémon genetics. In the past, such studies have found that the eggs and offspring are somewhat substandard compared to the others out there, but there is hope that you might be able to do something…more.” [i]Oh fuck…oh fuck…[/i] The idea of getting bred was only appealing for one reason, and that was because she was in heat and it might soothe that feeling a bit. But she knew better than to think that it would be a pleasant process. She didn’t even know if she would be able to fit most of the different species out there, considering how tiny she was. That said, she doubted that the scientists would be giving her the opportunity to be able to find out. She looked at the screen, the scientist shaking his head at her. “You’re probably just a dumb slut, so I bet most of this is going over your head. However, with you being able to crossbreed with any type, it means that there is a possibility of breeding some of the strongest Pokémon, as well as the rarest ones, back into a proper existence in the wild. As well as giving us the chance to build up our ranks with sufficiently strong Pokémon soldiers.” She shivered. That couldn’t be the only thing that Mewtwo wanted. He had been adamant about this being something that she needed to help with, that she’d be suited for. There was more to this than just breeding rares. There had to be. Carly looked around her cage, trying to figure out what it could be from the blank walls, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. “We’ll call you shortly for your first breeding. Guys, is that enough? Is that enough for this fucking –” The screen went dead, and she was left alone once more. For all the bad news, she didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Carly slumped down, panting hard from the heat coursing through her, finding herself in a puddle in short order. Her hand was desperate to go down between her legs, wanting to touch herself, wanting to bring some pleasure to her sex to relieve the constant burning, but she forced her hand back, forced it to stay at her side. She wasn’t going to give them a free show. At the same time, she wondered how she could be of any help here. There had to be something else going on. Mewtwo wanted something, and it wasn’t just some new eggs or rare Pokémon under his belt. [i]What do you want? Why me?[/i] The urge to finger herself grew even stronger, and the puddle of pussy juice under her wasn’t helping. It was so slimy, so wet, so sensual, and it made her legs and ass feel nearly as sensitive as her pussy did. She wanted to have something in her. Needed to have something in her. Required it. Whimpering, her fingers went down her thigh, up to her crotch. They touched her folds, and she whimpered more, feeling a little squelch just from the light brushing of her fingers against her pussy. [i]Why…why am I so…sensitive?[/i] There was no clear answer. She didn’t know if females were naturally so much more sensitive, if heat was responsible, or if there was something else going on, but whatever it was, it was almost impossible to keep from rubbing herself. Hissing in barely suppressed need, Carly leaned back, her head resting against the wall, her legs spreading on their own accord as she felt the urge to fill herself with something, anything. Her tail might have done the job, if it was a bit more flexible. The tip looked tempting, and the way that it thickened… Just thinking about it was making her drip all the more, and she turned her head to the side, grinding her cheek against the wall. “Mmmph…” They were going to call her for breeding soon, they said. That meant that they’d be giving her something to fuck. Someone to fill her. Maybe enough to get her to get off, maybe some cum to make it so that the heat would fade. That was how it was supposed to work, right? A female got fucked, and then they didn’t have to feel so horny anymore. There was something that she was forgetting, though. Something that had slipped from her mind because of how desperately horny she was. What it was, she didn’t know, but it was getting…oh god, it was getting so hard to think. One of her fingers found her clit, pulling at it, tugging it slightly before reaching further down to her pussy itself. She couldn’t hold back from sliding one finger inside, and that one finger became two, slowly pumping in and out, in and out, in and out. Her hips rose off the ground, strings of her juices attaching her hips, ass, and thighs to the floor, shimmering strings of slimy ooze that wouldn’t stop flowing from her. “Nnngh…mmmph…” A part of her wondered if they had cameras, if they were watching her, spying on her as she satisfied herself. Carly wanted to be upset about that, but there was something in the Totodile that imagined an audience, a group of males that would be willing to fuck her if she just put on a good enough show. [i]Show off…[/i] She didn’t know if it was her thought or something that had been put in her head, something from her old human side or something from the new, horny Totodile mind. It didn’t matter. She started to thrust her hips up against her hand as much as she ground her fingers into herself, slapping her crotch and her hips together. It felt so good, so painfully good, and she could feel another orgasm sneaking up on her. Whether she imagined it or not, she was sure that there were dozens of eyes on her right then and there, and it made her feel…good. Horny. Hot. She whimpered, slapping her hand down between her legs, a third finger sliding into her pussy before – “Nnnnnngh!” Carly came, and she came hard, squirting across the room, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as she huffed and puffed from the sudden burst of pleasure. Her fingers were soaked in an instant, drenched from being in the way of the first squirt, and the rest forced her hand back. Thrust, thrust, thrust went her hips, the explosions of pleasure rippling over her. She couldn’t take it, flopping back against the wall and spasming like a fish out of water. More and more liquid dripped, squirted, and splattered from her, soaking her thighs and the floor and even the wall. She slumped back, huffing and puffing for breath. That…that had to be enough…had to be enough to get attention…she hoped…After all…her pussy was still on fire, and her heat was still running hot. Carly groaned, biting her lips as she tried to push that thought down. She had to hold out, had to…Or she’d never have a chance to be human again. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]