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Here we finally got the backstory to Proto. Been wanting that done for a while.
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Beneath him a guard walked the perimeter, flashlight in hand, but the guard was looking down, not up. A quick sweep of the warehouse itself turned up another vulnerability to one that could fly: the high windows, used for ventilation, were not difficult to nudge open. The Dragonair slipped silently into the building interior, careful to leave the window open just a crack in case he needed to escape quickly.\n\nThe warehouse was dark save for the silvery moonlight filtering in from the upper windows, but it was enough to see what he was doing. There were boxes everywhere, plain brown cardboard with a description of their contents stamped onto the side. He’d have to rip one open to get to their contents, but there were no guards here. Apparently they trusted their security enough to only post them outside at night.\n\nHe flitted through the cardboard corridors like a Pichu in a candy store, squinting to read the prints on each box as he passed by. The boxes included the names of all kinds of different pokemon; there was such variety that choosing seemed an impossible task.\n\nBut then he saw it. A metal crate, laid down in the far corner of the warehouse, illuminated by a shaft of moonlight as if he were destined to find it. While the plain boxes were stacked high, this one was alone. Large red letters were emblazoned on top. PROTOTYPE.\n\nThe metal crate had latches, and although they were difficult to open, it proved to be less messy than ripping into cardboard boxes would have been. When the lid finally popped up, the Dragonair surveyed his prize. A latex suit, lying neatly in a styrofoam indentation, its colors and design reminiscent of a Garchomp. The material practically glistened in the moonlight. This was it. This was the one.\n\nIf opening the latches had proved difficult, slipping into the suit was even more so. Without the benefit of hands or paws, the Dragonair tried to slide his serpentine body into it, but it fell down slack around him; clearly, he needed to be situated more snugly into the thing before it would activate. His brow furrowed in concentration as he gripped one arm with his tail and tried to coil his entire body into the suit. The slick material was smooth against his scales, and it resisted him at first, but he was determined, and at last he managed to fill the thing out.\n\nWhen at last the Dragonair tucked the end of his tail into the latex suit, it reacted - and quickly. It seemed to spring to life of its own accord, the hood snapping up over his head and tightening around him. A moment of panic gripped him, and he instinctively fought against the suit as it constricted skin-tight. His vision blurred and his body tingled, and suddenly his body didn’t feel like his body anymore. He felt larger and heavier. The writhing struggles of his serpentine body ceased, because his body was no longer serpentine at all. Instead, his arms and legs thrashed about for several moments before he stopped in surprise.\n\nArms and legs! He had arms and legs!\n\nThis was a new experience for him. He held one arm up in front of his face and inspected the limb with wonder. Sure enough, it was the arm of a Garchomp: a faded blue arm with a long fin that ended in one large, white claw. It felt like it belonged to him - only it couldn’t have. This was the effect of the suit. It had no skin, no scales, but had instead the silky smooth sheen of latex. It bunched up with smooth little folds when he flexed his arm, and moonlight bounced off of it, making his whole arm - no, his whole body - shimmer as he studied it.\n\nHe climbed out of the metal crate and stood on wobbly legs. This also was a completely new experience for him. As a Dragonair, he did not stand, he flew. Now his balance seemed precarious, and he nearly toppled over when he leaned forward to try to get a better look at his lower body. He reeled, then found his footing and breathed a sigh of relief.\n\nArms and legs were not the only thing new to this body, he saw with delight. Between his legs hung a long, thick penis and two balls. The mere sight of them sent a spark of pleasure through his body, and the shaft came to life, rising up into a stiff erection even as he watched. This part of him, too, was latex; smooth folds straightened out until the hard-on glimmered tantalizingly in the moonlight, fully erect.\n\nThe head of his newly-gained cock was covered with something - a foreskin, a part Dragonairs were not graced with. Reaching down, he ran a claw along his shaft, and shivered in surprise as the foreskin peeled back ever so slightly, revealing the soft pink of his sex within. This part, the uncovered head of his cock, was not latex, but was instead fully flesh. He could feel it intensely, feel the smooth latex of his foreskin rub against it. He’d imagined it often, but it felt much, much better than he’d thought it would.\n\nSo great was the pleasure of this new latex body that he thought he might indulge himself with his new plaything. Surely a little rubbing wouldn’t damage it, and he’d clean up whatever… mess… he ended up making. He rubbed his latex arm up and down his shaft with slow motions. Masturbation had never felt so easy, he thought to himself.\n\nQuicker and quicker he stroked himself. The sensation was incredibly; the latex foreskin dragged back and forth against the sensitive head of his cock. Soon his breath was coming in long gasps, and he hunched forward. His hips - he’d never had hips before - began to thrust forward instinctively each time he stroked himself. The thick, hard shaft of his member glistened in the moonlight, silvery rays bouncing off its shiny latex surface. He watched it eagerly and wondered what it would taste like. As a Dragonair, he would often twist his body around to suck his own cock; it was the easiest way to get himself off. Now he began to wonder if his new body was flexible enough.\n\nHe didn’t get the chance to find out. His cock swelled up larger as he stroked it, and a bolt of blissful ecstasy shot through his entire body almost without warning. His balls contracted - he could feel them! - and his arm was a blur, rubbing up and down his entire length. A moan escaped his lips as a surge of cum blasted out of his cock, splattering against a stack of cardboard boxes in front of him. Latex legs wobbled beneath him as he shamelessly milked his new cock, shooting huge spurts of sticky white seed everywhere.\n\nHis orgasm had barely subsided when he heard something that made him freeze up. There was a clatter from the other side of the warehouse, the distinct sound of metal on metal, and then a hinge groaning as a door slid open. A shaft of light pierced through the darkness. “Who’s in here?” a voice shouted.\n\nPanic and fear welled up inside of him. The security guard must have heard something. Had he made a sound? He had no idea; he’d been much too focused on pleasuring himself, something he should not have done. He had to escape quickly. Back to his own Dragonair scales then. Then it was just a quick flight back through the window; the suit he would leave behind.\n\nBut his feelings of dread only intensified when he began to search for the seam. Latex claws slid against his shiny chest. Surely it was right in the front, made for easy removal. Or was it in the back? Was he trapped in this suit until he could find someone to help him out of it? He tried to reach behind him, his claws searching frantically for the damnable seam. He found nothing.\n\nAnd then he was out of time. A flashlight shone down through the corridor of boxes, blinding him. It was followed by the shout of the guard. He couldn’t fly, he could only run, and so run is what he did. It felt awkward at first, and he still wasn’t used to having legs. But the motions came to him quickly, and he found himself racing through the dark maze of the warehouse faster than he’d thought possible. He’d have thought that being grounded would slow him, but this new body of his was swift and powerful. Adrenaline thundered in his ears as he deftly outmaneuvered the guard and found his way through the opened warehouse door.\n\nThe outer wall posed a greater challenge, but it had been built to keep people out, not in. Boxes were stacked outside the warehouse, ready to be loaded into delivery trucks the following morning, and he bounded up them with as much grace as he could manage given his panic. Once he’d reached the top, he lunged forward, his powerful new body easily clearing the wall and the barbed wire and landing him in the grass beyond. Gasping for breath, he rolled to his feet and took off into the night, not knowing where he was going but simply concerned with putting some distance between himself and the guard. He had escaped.\n\nBut he was tired and confused, and unaccustomed to being stuck on the ground. Had he been able to fly, he’d have found his way easily, but down here he quickly found himself lost. The warehouse had been located in the woodlands, and he stumbled aimlessly until his legs failed him and he slumped down against the trunk of a broad tree. Now that he was truly alone he resumed his search for the suit’s seam, but could find nothing. Dejected and exhausted, he finally curled up and drifted off into a fitful sleep.\n\nWhen he awoke, the sun had risen and a new day had come, but he had not changed. His Dragonair body was still gone, replaced by the latex body of a Garchomp. Now that it was daytime he could get a better look at himself, however, and he found the form even more pleasing. He looked so smooth and shiny - the sun reflected off of him even more intensely than the moonlight had.\n\nHe was so absorbed with exploring himself that he hardly noticed the vines creeping around his ankles until they squeezed tight. Then it was too late; surprised, he tried to pull away from them and twist around to identify their source, but two more dropped down from above him and wrapped around his arms. In an instant he was held fast, green tendrils yanking his arms up into the air and keeping his feet firmly planted in the grass. One final vine twined possessively around his torso.\n\n“Just what do we have here?” came a voice from somewhere behind him.\n\nHe pulled at his bonds, but even with the strength of his new body, they felt as strong as steel. Hesitantly, he called out to whoever was behind him. “Hello? Who’s there? I need help.”\n\n“I’ll say,” the voice said, and then the speaker came into view. It was an Ivysaur, a sly grin on his face as he held the Dragonair-turned-Garchomp helplessly in his vines. “Quite an interesting specimen you are.”\n\nWho was this pokemon, and would he help? There was nothing for it but to explain his predicament. “I put on this suit last night, and it turned me into this. But now I can’t find the seam to take it off. Is it on my back? Can you see it?”\n\n“Oh no, no I can’t. You’ve no idea what you’ve stolen, do you?” The Ivysaur walked a slow circle around him, vines twisting as he went. “I know you snuck into the warehouse last night. That’s no normal suit you happened upon. It was a special prototype, still being tested. And I’m afraid that it is quite permanent.”\n\nHis confusion deepened, and he stopped struggling against the vines. “Permanent? It doesn’t come off?”\n\nThe Ivysaur seemed to be delighted with what he was saying. “That’s exactly it. Whatever you were before, this is your new body now. A latex Garchomp. Very very… intriguing…”\n\nThe vines squeezed tighter around his latex body, sinking into the material. It looked as though it should have hurt, but it didn’t. Instead, it felt good. Despite his confusion and fear at the situation he currently found himself in, the Dragonair’s - no, if what he’d been told was true, he wasn’t a Dragonair anymore - the Garchomp’s penis began to harden. It stuck straight out as the Ivysaur teased him, making his arousal obvious.\n\n“Enjoying yourself, are we?” the Ivysaur said, his smile widening and his eyes narrowing deviously.\n\nAnother vine wiggled its way between his legs and poked at his tailhole. He stiffened and let out a gasp, distressed by the strange stimulation, but also aroused. Tied up like this, there was no way he could hide the embarrassment of his hardening cock. It stuck straight out as the Ivysaur titillated him, and again he was struck by the unique sensation. Rubbery and smooth, his latex foreskin seemed to hug the tender head of his penis tightly. He couldn’t help but thrust his pelvis forward slightly.\n\nThe sight of the suspended Garchomp’s hardening cock seemed to amuse the Ivysaur. A stray vine brushed against his latex shaft teasingly. “My, what have you there, Proto?” the Ivysaur said.\n\nProto… the Garchomp liked it. A new form, a new name. The start of a new identity. It appealed to him. Proto could be a good name.\n\nHis thoughts were interrupted when the vine rubbing around his tailhole pushed its way inside. Proto’s head snapped back, a cry escaping his mouth, as the vine began to work in and out of him, in and out. It moved slowly but deeply, and he couldn’t help but quiver each time it tickled his sensitive insides. His cock swelled up even larger, and he felt as though his sensitive fleshy head might burst inside the tight little cocoon of his latex foreskin. He rocked his whole body forward, fucking the air in time with the Ivysaur’s thrusting vine.\n\n“W-wait, hang on,” Proto gasped. His head was swimming with lust, but he tried to hang on to his senses.\n\n“Relax,” the Ivysaur said. “I’m not interested in turning you in for stealing the suit. I just want to play with you a little bit!”\n\nThe vines around his ankles and legs pulled and squeezed at him, and the vine in his ass pushed deeper. Proto’s breathing was heavier now, his chest rising and falling in time with the vine’s thrusting. As the speed and force of the assfucking increased, so did his panting. He didn’t want it to stop.\n\nWhen the Ivysaur wrapped a thin vine around his cock and slowly began to pull back on the latex shaft, Proto thought he might cum right there. His foreskin, so tight, peeled back over the head of his cock, and the Garchomp felt a surge of intense pleasure shoot through his entire body. “Wait, n-no,” he pleaded. “Please k-keep going!”\n\nThe Ivysaur’s face hovered just inches from the tender tip of his cock. He smiled and asked “Like this?” Then he opened his mouth and shoved Proto’s penis into it.\n\nIt was incredible, the feeling of the Ivysaur’s warm mouth closing down around his length at the same time that his foreskin pulled back. Proto pushed his hips forward and desperately tried to hump the Ivysaur’s mouth. The Ivysaur swirled his tongue around Proto’s head, helping to push the foreskin further back, before finally moving his mouth further down and engulfing the entirety of the penis in his mouth. Proto felt the Ivysaur’s lips press against the base of his groin, and felt the tip of his cock pressing against the back of the pokemon’s throat. The vine in his ass pumped hard and fast, pleasuring him from both ends.\n\nJust when he thought it couldn’t get any better, Proto felt something else new. The vines rubbed against his balls, massaging them gently while the Ivysaur sucked him off and fucked his ass simultaneously. It was too much, it was all too much. He bucked his hips forward hard, then pushed back against the vine in his ass. The Ivysaur’s warm, wet mouth and tongue felt so good. He couldn’t hold back any longer. His balls surged, his shaft swelled, and moments later he was cumming.\n\nA huge load of cum shot straight down the Ivysaur’s throat, and he swallowed it down greedily. Then another came, and another. The pokemon furrowed his brow in triumph and sucked the latex penis dry, gulping down each gooey spurt of cum the Garchomp could give him, all the while pounding his bound partner’s ass mercilessly.\n\nWhen Proto’s balls were finally emptied, his body went slack. The Ivysaur pulled his mouth off of the Garchomp’s cock, slowly and deliberately, and licked his lips. He withdrew the vine from Proto’s ass just as slowly, and then at last relaxed the vines holding the spent pokemon’s arms and legs, letting him slump to the ground.\n\n“Good, very satisfying,” the he said with a grin. But the Ivysaur didn’t look completely satisfied yet; his own cock was still rock hard. He eyed Proto. “Now bend over for me, won’t you?”\n\nProto was too worn out to argue. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to argue anymore. Instead, he lay down on his belly and submissively raised his latex tail up in the air. Keeping his eyes locked on Proto the whole time, the Ivysaur slowly circled around behind him. The vines wrapped around his arms, legs torso tightened up again when the Ivysaur mounted him. Proto felt the pokemon’s cock poking at his tailhole. The latex entrance was small and tight, but inside he was still warm and soft. The Ivysaur hissed and grabbed into Proto’s tail, squeezing the rubbery appendage with all of his might as he forced his cock inside.\n\nProto lay there, giddy with excitement, his body tensing up on its own when the stranger penetrated him. Everything felt so new to him. The feeling of presenting his rear end with his tail up in the air; the feeling of bracing himself on his arms and legs while face down on the ground. This new body may have been the best thing that had ever happened to him. And his latex skin felt so good when it bunched up in little ripples around his joints. He shivered with pleasure and raised his ass higher against the Ivysaur.\n\n“Enjoying yourself now, huh?” the Ivysaur said. “Then I won’t have to go easy!”\n\nThe vines snaking around his body tightened up again, and the Ivysaur began to pound Proto’s ass with all his might. Proto squeezed his eyes shut and arched his back. The Ivysaur was well hung, and his thick shaft stretched him out quite a bit. The feel of his cock slamming deeper and harder had his own member hardening again after only a few thrusts. It pressed against the ground, and Proto began to hump forward as best he could each time the Ivysaur fucked into him.\n\nTrue to his word, the Ivysaur certainly didn’t go easy on Proto, but his new, latex body could handle it. Finally, the Ivysaur’s thrusts became erratic, and he drove his dick all the way in to the hilt. Proto felt the thick shaft bulge in his ass, and then the sudden release of thick, gooey cum. The warmth spread through him as the Ivysaur pumped a hot load deep into his tailhole. Proto rubbed his dick between his belly and the ground beneath him, the latex foreskin tight and constricting around his ultra-sensitive cockhead, until he too spasmed and came.\n\n“Not bad for a guy in a new body,” the Ivysaur grunted after his orgasm had faded. He pulled his shrinking cock out of Proto’s tailhole and dismounted.\n\nThe vines relaxed and withdrew completely, leaving the Garchomp completely free at last. Proto rolled over and sat up, somewhat embarrassed about the mess of cum leaking from his behind, but still enjoying the afterglow of his own orgasm as well. Pleasure won out, and he smiled timidly.\n\nThe Ivysaur replied with a sly smile of his own. “Well, since you’ve been so cooperative, I guess I’ll help you out. That latex suit of yours is one of a kind… but there’s someone else near here who’s got something similar. Maybe you’d like to go give him a visit.”\n\nThat sounded like a good idea. The suit might not be able to come off - and by now, he wasn’t sure he wanted it to come off - but it might be helpful to meet someone who’d had similar experiences. “Where can I find him?” Proto asked.\n\n“He’s not far,” the Ivysaur said, and then began to describe a trail through the woodlands. Along the way, he assured Proto, was a particular Cubone who had happened upon one of the older model suits and tried it on. “He spends a lot of his time as a Snivy now, so look for that. You’ll know when you see him - he’ll be latex, just like you.”\n\nAnd with that, the Ivysaur was gone, waving goodbye with his vines and trotting off into the underbrush as though nothing had ever happened. Proto was left sitting there all alone, the sun shining off of his smooth latex skin.\n\nHe found the path easily enough, and began following it deeper into the woodlands. While he traveled, he practiced walking and running. It still felt like a novel experience for him, but he got the hang of it quickly. Speckles of light reflected off of him as it filtered through the leaves above him. Proto had never felt so good before. He felt truly alive.\n\nBut the path stretched on and on, and Proto saw no one, until he began to wonder if the tricky Ivysaur hadn’t lied to him. He might have turned around, but without the ability to fly he was still lost regardless, and so he kept moving forward. Finally something caught his attention - a glint from the corner of his eye. Proto stopped and peered through the trees until he saw the flash again. Something, or someone, was there. The figure turned, and their smooth skin lit up in the sunlight. There was no doubt; it was latex.\n\nThe Snivy jumped in surprise as Proto’s approach. He’d been reclining against a tree stump, but the sudden appearance of a Garchomp caused him to leap to his feet. “Who’s there!” he shouted.\n\nProto stopped and held out his taloned arms. “I didn’t mean to bother you, I’m sorry! But I was told maybe you could help.”\n\nThis seemed to catch the Snivy off guard. His large eyes narrowed, and he leaned in to get a better look at Proto. A look of understanding flashed across his face a moment later. “Ah! That body of yours,” he said. “You’ve got a suit too!”\n\nThe awkwardness between them faded, and the Snivy approached him eagerly. Proto stood still, allowing the pokemon to inspect his body. It was a thorough enough investigation that he felt his cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment.\n\n“This one looks good,” the Snivy was gushing. “It looks really good! You’ve got a top quality suit here. I’m impressed. Do you like it? How long have you had it? And how can I help?”\n\nProto tried to keep up with the excitable Snivy. “Well, I like it a lot so far… I think! I haven’t had it long, just since last night. And, ah, I was just wondering if you could tell me a little bit more about them… and if you’ve ever heard of one that maybe didn’t come off?”\n\nThis last part drew the Snivy’s full attention. “It doesn’t come off?” he asked. “Where did you get this suit?”\n\n“Ahh, well,” Proto said, his embarrassment increasing. “The company that makes them has a warehouse not far from here. I was just curious… I wanted to try one on. So I snuck in. And now I’ve been told it doesn’t come off.”\n\nThe Snivy was nodding his head, apparently unperturbed at the admission of breaking and entering. “Normally they do. Mine does. But it sounds like you’ve got yourself on something special. Do you know how the suits work? There’s a little bit of magic involved; slip one on and it melds with you. Peel it off again and you’re back to normal like nothing ever happened.”\n\nHe spoke quickly, as though he were very excited to be explaining it all. Proto nodded his head and tried to keep up.\n\n“But they’ve been trying to design something new! A suit that’s completely safe, but that renders the transformation permanent. You must have happened upon the prototype. How does it feel?”\n\nProto tapped his latex talons together nervously. “It feels good. Really good, I guess. I like it a lot!”\n\nThe Snivy smiled. “It can be fun, swapping into another body, can’t it? Although I suppose yours is more permanent than mine. But if you enjoy it, that’s all that matters. Would you mind if I ask why you wanted to try the suit on in the first place?”\n\nHe was certainly blunt. Proto wondered how much he was comfortable revealing. “I’d never walked on the ground before, or had arms,” he said, holding his finned arms out like they were proof of his claims. Then he looked away from the Snivy. “Also, um, I wondered what it was like to have a… you know, a penis. On the outside, I mean.”\n\nThe Snivy leaned in towards Proto. “And I take it you’ve had some fun with it then.”\n\n“Y-yes,” Proto said, flustered. He decided to turn the conversation around. “What about you? The person I met before said you’re a Cubone. Why do you like to wear your Snivy suit?”\n\n“Well, this body can do things that my other one can’t,” the Snivy said. “If you really want to know, I don’t mind showing you what I mean…”\n\nThe Snivy took a step back, and Proto took a good look at him. Besides the fact that his shiny body was latex, there were some other things they had in common. Namely, he had a large penis on the outside, and like Proto’s, it had a tight foreskin wrapped around its head. As Proto watched, the Snivy’s dick began to raise, until it stood fully erect, its shaft smooth save for a few spots where the latex had bunched up in little ruffles.\n\nBut the erection was apparently not the only thing the Snivy wanted to show off. Keeping his eyes locked on Proto, the transformed pokemon lay down on his back with his latex tail curled up beneath him. In this position, his cock and his tailhole sat completely exposed before Proto’s gaze. The lewd display made the Garchomp blush, but the Snivy still wasn’t done. He shot Proto a wink before bending his head forward. The pokemon’s smooth latex belly bunched up as he dexterously curled himself around until he’d managed to bring the tip of his cock up to his own mouth.\n\n“In a Snivy suit, I can do this,” he said to Proto. And then he opened his mouth and bent even further, lower body pushing forward and upper body pushing down, so that the head of his cock slipped directly into his muzzle. He pumped his head up and down, sucking himself off before the flustered and intrigued Garchomp.\n\nThe erotic act taking place in front of him definitely had an effect. Proto felt his own cock beginning to harden, until it stuck up straight in front of him. It pointed towards the Snivy, as if it ached for release. Proto’s eyes drifted down from the cock sliding in and out of the Snivy’s mouth, until he was looking at the tempting sight of the pokemon’s latex tailhole. It looked tight and vulnerable, and Proto had the sudden desire to sink his long, thick length into it.\n\nAlmost as if he could read Proto’s intentions, the Snivy nodded his head. He slid his mouth halfway down his erect cock and held himself there as he wiggled his behind tantalizingly. It was enough of an invitation for Proto. Feeling only slightly self conscious, the Garchomp stepped up to the curled Snivy and hunched over him. The tip of his cock rubbed against the Snivy’s butt. His tailhole looked so small compared to Proto’s think length; but then, if the Snivy’s body was flexible enough to bend the way it was, surely it could stretch to accommodate him. He placed his arms down on either side of the Snivy and thrust forward carefully.\n\nIt was tough going at first, but the smoothness of latex-on-latex helped things considerably. When Proto’s cock finally did slip into the Snivy’s tailhole, he was treated to a very unexpected and particularly intense sensation. The hole clamped down around his thrusting cock, squeezing it tightly and causing Proto’s foreskin to peel back around his extra sensitive head. The feeling of the Snivy’s ass and his own foreskin rubbing against his penis simultaneously was almost indescribable, and he had the sudden urge to ram himself in as hard and as fast as he could. But he held back, prolonging the blissful experience, shivering with pleasure that crackled up from his loins and through his entire body.\n\nWhen he finally did give in to his desire, he’d suck a little more than half of his length into the Snivy. He looked down, then, at the latex pokemon sucking his own cock. The Snivy opened his mouth and gave Proto a view of his wet tongue sliding in a circle around the head of his dick. That was all Proto could take. His dick swelled up with desire, and he rammed the rest of himself into the Snivy all at once.\n\nThe force of the thrust pushed the Snivy’s dick up and deeper into the pokemon’s mouth. His eyes went wide for a moment, but he recovered quickly, and began to vigorously bob his head up and down. Proto began to fuck the Snivy’s ass with hesitant thrusts, pulling himself out a few inches and then pumping back in. Each time he did, he drove the Snivy’s cock deeper into the pokemon’s mouth. His thrusting increased gently, until he was fucking the Snivy’s ass at the same speed at the Snivy was sucking himself. Their bodies soon matched rhythms exactly, so that each time Proto fucked into him, the Snivy lunged downward, deepthroating more and more of his own shiny latex shaft.\n\n“Mmmph,” the Snivy mumbled around the dick that was taking up most of his mouth. The words were lost but the meaning was clear; he urged Proto on, wanting him to go faster and harder.\n\nProto obeyed. He panted and moaned softly as he fucked the Snivy’s tailhole with blissful abandon. The way the Snivy’s insides felt, tight and warm against his smooth latex shaft, and the way his foreskin felt as the motions made it slide back and forth around his head, made him feel as though he were constantly on the edge of orgasm. And yet somehow he found the willpower to keep going.\n\nHe didn’t want this to end. It was an experience he could never have had with his old body. This new one, so shiny and smooth and filled with the promise of endless pleasure; this was the body he’d always wanted, even though he hadn’t known it until today.\n\nThe Snivy began to buck his hips wildly against Proto’s thrusts, and he slammed his muzzle down hard against his cock. Then the latex pokemon stiffened and began to quiver. His eyes took on a dreamy, unfocused look, and Proto peered down at him with open curiosity. He saw the Snivy’s balls jerk slightly; once, twice, and then there was an explosion of cum from the Snivy’s mouth. The sensation of Proto’s cock in his ass and his own cock in his mouth had wrung a powerful orgasm out of him, and he’d swallowed up as much of his own load as he could before it had apparently become too much. The gooey white stuff dripped down his chin and rolled across the bunched up ruffles of his latex tummy.\n\nProto’s attention returned to his own pleasure. While the Snivy sucked down as much of his own salty load as he could, the latex Garchomp resumed fucking him. His breath came in labored gasps, and he felt something powerful rising up in his balls. His cock swelled up in anticipation, and his foreskin squeezed down even tighter around his sensitive head. At last, it was too much. Proto lunged forward, burying himself in the Snivy’s ass up to the hilt, and came.\n\nThe orgasm rocked his entire body, and he could feel each pulse of his cock and balls as he shot thick, hot spurts of cum into his partner. The Snivy moaned, the muscles of his ass contracting tightly around Proto’s length, as if they were trying to trying to milk every last drop. It felt like the most powerful orgasm Proto had ever had. Streaks of pleasure just kept shooting through his body, each one accompanying another thick load of cum rocketing out of him. More and more came, until cum began to leak out of the Snivy’s tailhole, just as it had from his mouth. The Snivy, meanwhile, squirmed and swallowed and shared Proto’s pleasure, although the Garchomp was sure nothing could feel even half as good at the orgasm he was experiencing at that moment.\n\nThey both came down from their climaxes slowly. The Snivy continued to nurse his cock even as it softened in his mouth, and Proto hunched over, trying to catch his breath. Finally, he pulled his cock out of the Snivy’s tailhole and collapsed on the cool grass. Every inch of his body felt hyper-sensitive, and for a time he could barely focus his thoughts. At last, his breathing slowed, and his mind steadied, and he was able to pull himself up into a sitting position. The Snivy was still lying there, eyes closed and body straightened. The sun reflected brightly off of the pokemon’s smooth body, and Proto held his arms up once again to marvel at the fact that they, too, seemed to sparkle like jewels in the light of the day.\n\nWhatever the suit was, it was a part of him now. Permanently. The thought no longer distressed him; instead, he felt happy. What luck to have stumbled onto this one-of-a-kind suit! He’d only wanted to try one on, but now he knew that this was the way he wanted to be forever. He was Proto, the latex Garchomp.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"From the outside, the warehouse’s security looked tight. High walls and barbed wire kept nosy passersby away, and guards patrolled the inside, ready to eject anyone who slipped by them. The warehouse doors were padlocked, with windows that were high off the ground. Yes, strong security indeed. Provided that one could not fly.
As a Dragonair, however, he could fly. And although he was not prone to thievery, he was very, very curious. The warehouse, he knew, was stacked high with the company’s special latex suits. They would be left there for months until they were shipped out for sale. It seemed like a great waste to him. Surely there would be no harm if he were to slip in and try one of them on. And he wouldn’t take it with him, he was merely curious.
So he had waited for the cover of night to fly high over the outer walls. Beneath him a guard walked the perimeter, flashlight in hand, but the guard was looking down, not up. A quick sweep of the warehouse itself turned up another vulnerability to one that could fly: the high windows, used for ventilation, were not difficult to nudge open. The Dragonair slipped silently into the building interior, careful to leave the window open just a crack in case he needed to escape quickly.
The warehouse was dark save for the silvery moonlight filtering in from the upper windows, but it was enough to see what he was doing. There were boxes everywhere, plain brown cardboard with a description of their contents stamped onto the side. He’d have to rip one open to get to their contents, but there were no guards here. Apparently they trusted their security enough to only post them outside at night.
He flitted through the cardboard corridors like a Pichu in a candy store, squinting to read the prints on each box as he passed by. The boxes included the names of all kinds of different pokemon; there was such variety that choosing seemed an impossible task.
But then he saw it. A metal crate, laid down in the far corner of the warehouse, illuminated by a shaft of moonlight as if he were destined to find it. While the plain boxes were stacked high, this one was alone. Large red letters were emblazoned on top. PROTOTYPE.
The metal crate had latches, and although they were difficult to open, it proved to be less messy than ripping into cardboard boxes would have been. When the lid finally popped up, the Dragonair surveyed his prize. A latex suit, lying neatly in a styrofoam indentation, its colors and design reminiscent of a Garchomp. The material practically glistened in the moonlight. This was it. This was the one.
If opening the latches had proved difficult, slipping into the suit was even more so. Without the benefit of hands or paws, the Dragonair tried to slide his serpentine body into it, but it fell down slack around him; clearly, he needed to be situated more snugly into the thing before it would activate. His brow furrowed in concentration as he gripped one arm with his tail and tried to coil his entire body into the suit. The slick material was smooth against his scales, and it resisted him at first, but he was determined, and at last he managed to fill the thing out.
When at last the Dragonair tucked the end of his tail into the latex suit, it reacted - and quickly. It seemed to spring to life of its own accord, the hood snapping up over his head and tightening around him. A moment of panic gripped him, and he instinctively fought against the suit as it constricted skin-tight. His vision blurred and his body tingled, and suddenly his body didn’t feel like his body anymore. He felt larger and heavier. The writhing struggles of his serpentine body ceased, because his body was no longer serpentine at all. Instead, his arms and legs thrashed about for several moments before he stopped in surprise.
Arms and legs! He had arms and legs!
This was a new experience for him. He held one arm up in front of his face and inspected the limb with wonder. Sure enough, it was the arm of a Garchomp: a faded blue arm with a long fin that ended in one large, white claw. It felt like it belonged to him - only it couldn’t have. This was the effect of the suit. It had no skin, no scales, but had instead the silky smooth sheen of latex. It bunched up with smooth little folds when he flexed his arm, and moonlight bounced off of it, making his whole arm - no, his whole body - shimmer as he studied it.
He climbed out of the metal crate and stood on wobbly legs. This also was a completely new experience for him. As a Dragonair, he did not stand, he flew. Now his balance seemed precarious, and he nearly toppled over when he leaned forward to try to get a better look at his lower body. He reeled, then found his footing and breathed a sigh of relief.
Arms and legs were not the only thing new to this body, he saw with delight. Between his legs hung a long, thick penis and two balls. The mere sight of them sent a spark of pleasure through his body, and the shaft came to life, rising up into a stiff erection even as he watched. This part of him, too, was latex; smooth folds straightened out until the hard-on glimmered tantalizingly in the moonlight, fully erect.
The head of his newly-gained cock was covered with something - a foreskin, a part Dragonairs were not graced with. Reaching down, he ran a claw along his shaft, and shivered in surprise as the foreskin peeled back ever so slightly, revealing the soft pink of his sex within. This part, the uncovered head of his cock, was not latex, but was instead fully flesh. He could feel it intensely, feel the smooth latex of his foreskin rub against it. He’d imagined it often, but it felt much, much better than he’d thought it would.
So great was the pleasure of this new latex body that he thought he might indulge himself with his new plaything. Surely a little rubbing wouldn’t damage it, and he’d clean up whatever… mess… he ended up making. He rubbed his latex arm up and down his shaft with slow motions. Masturbation had never felt so easy, he thought to himself.
Quicker and quicker he stroked himself. The sensation was incredibly; the latex foreskin dragged back and forth against the sensitive head of his cock. Soon his breath was coming in long gasps, and he hunched forward. His hips - he’d never had hips before - began to thrust forward instinctively each time he stroked himself. The thick, hard shaft of his member glistened in the moonlight, silvery rays bouncing off its shiny latex surface. He watched it eagerly and wondered what it would taste like. As a Dragonair, he would often twist his body around to suck his own cock; it was the easiest way to get himself off. Now he began to wonder if his new body was flexible enough.
He didn’t get the chance to find out. His cock swelled up larger as he stroked it, and a bolt of blissful ecstasy shot through his entire body almost without warning. His balls contracted - he could feel them! - and his arm was a blur, rubbing up and down his entire length. A moan escaped his lips as a surge of cum blasted out of his cock, splattering against a stack of cardboard boxes in front of him. Latex legs wobbled beneath him as he shamelessly milked his new cock, shooting huge spurts of sticky white seed everywhere.
His orgasm had barely subsided when he heard something that made him freeze up. There was a clatter from the other side of the warehouse, the distinct sound of metal on metal, and then a hinge groaning as a door slid open. A shaft of light pierced through the darkness. “Who’s in here?” a voice shouted.
Panic and fear welled up inside of him. The security guard must have heard something. Had he made a sound? He had no idea; he’d been much too focused on pleasuring himself, something he should not have done. He had to escape quickly. Back to his own Dragonair scales then. Then it was just a quick flight back through the window; the suit he would leave behind.
But his feelings of dread only intensified when he began to search for the seam. Latex claws slid against his shiny chest. Surely it was right in the front, made for easy removal. Or was it in the back? Was he trapped in this suit until he could find someone to help him out of it? He tried to reach behind him, his claws searching frantically for the damnable seam. He found nothing.
And then he was out of time. A flashlight shone down through the corridor of boxes, blinding him. It was followed by the shout of the guard. He couldn’t fly, he could only run, and so run is what he did. It felt awkward at first, and he still wasn’t used to having legs. But the motions came to him quickly, and he found himself racing through the dark maze of the warehouse faster than he’d thought possible. He’d have thought that being grounded would slow him, but this new body of his was swift and powerful. Adrenaline thundered in his ears as he deftly outmaneuvered the guard and found his way through the opened warehouse door.
The outer wall posed a greater challenge, but it had been built to keep people out, not in. Boxes were stacked outside the warehouse, ready to be loaded into delivery trucks the following morning, and he bounded up them with as much grace as he could manage given his panic. Once he’d reached the top, he lunged forward, his powerful new body easily clearing the wall and the barbed wire and landing him in the grass beyond. Gasping for breath, he rolled to his feet and took off into the night, not knowing where he was going but simply concerned with putting some distance between himself and the guard. He had escaped.
But he was tired and confused, and unaccustomed to being stuck on the ground. Had he been able to fly, he’d have found his way easily, but down here he quickly found himself lost. The warehouse had been located in the woodlands, and he stumbled aimlessly until his legs failed him and he slumped down against the trunk of a broad tree. Now that he was truly alone he resumed his search for the suit’s seam, but could find nothing. Dejected and exhausted, he finally curled up and drifted off into a fitful sleep.
When he awoke, the sun had risen and a new day had come, but he had not changed. His Dragonair body was still gone, replaced by the latex body of a Garchomp. Now that it was daytime he could get a better look at himself, however, and he found the form even more pleasing. He looked so smooth and shiny - the sun reflected off of him even more intensely than the moonlight had.
He was so absorbed with exploring himself that he hardly noticed the vines creeping around his ankles until they squeezed tight. Then it was too late; surprised, he tried to pull away from them and twist around to identify their source, but two more dropped down from above him and wrapped around his arms. In an instant he was held fast, green tendrils yanking his arms up into the air and keeping his feet firmly planted in the grass. One final vine twined possessively around his torso.
“Just what do we have here?” came a voice from somewhere behind him.
He pulled at his bonds, but even with the strength of his new body, they felt as strong as steel. Hesitantly, he called out to whoever was behind him. “Hello? Who’s there? I need help.”
“I’ll say,” the voice said, and then the speaker came into view. It was an Ivysaur, a sly grin on his face as he held the Dragonair-turned-Garchomp helplessly in his vines. “Quite an interesting specimen you are.”
Who was this pokemon, and would he help? There was nothing for it but to explain his predicament. “I put on this suit last night, and it turned me into this. But now I can’t find the seam to take it off. Is it on my back? Can you see it?”
“Oh no, no I can’t. You’ve no idea what you’ve stolen, do you?” The Ivysaur walked a slow circle around him, vines twisting as he went. “I know you snuck into the warehouse last night. That’s no normal suit you happened upon. It was a special prototype, still being tested. And I’m afraid that it is quite permanent.”
His confusion deepened, and he stopped struggling against the vines. “Permanent? It doesn’t come off?”
The Ivysaur seemed to be delighted with what he was saying. “That’s exactly it. Whatever you were before, this is your new body now. A latex Garchomp. Very very… intriguing…”
The vines squeezed tighter around his latex body, sinking into the material. It looked as though it should have hurt, but it didn’t. Instead, it felt good. Despite his confusion and fear at the situation he currently found himself in, the Dragonair’s - no, if what he’d been told was true, he wasn’t a Dragonair anymore - the Garchomp’s penis began to harden. It stuck straight out as the Ivysaur teased him, making his arousal obvious.
“Enjoying yourself, are we?” the Ivysaur said, his smile widening and his eyes narrowing deviously.
Another vine wiggled its way between his legs and poked at his tailhole. He stiffened and let out a gasp, distressed by the strange stimulation, but also aroused. Tied up like this, there was no way he could hide the embarrassment of his hardening cock. It stuck straight out as the Ivysaur titillated him, and again he was struck by the unique sensation. Rubbery and smooth, his latex foreskin seemed to hug the tender head of his penis tightly. He couldn’t help but thrust his pelvis forward slightly.
The sight of the suspended Garchomp’s hardening cock seemed to amuse the Ivysaur. A stray vine brushed against his latex shaft teasingly. “My, what have you there, Proto?” the Ivysaur said.
Proto… the Garchomp liked it. A new form, a new name. The start of a new identity. It appealed to him. Proto could be a good name.
His thoughts were interrupted when the vine rubbing around his tailhole pushed its way inside. Proto’s head snapped back, a cry escaping his mouth, as the vine began to work in and out of him, in and out. It moved slowly but deeply, and he couldn’t help but quiver each time it tickled his sensitive insides. His cock swelled up even larger, and he felt as though his sensitive fleshy head might burst inside the tight little cocoon of his latex foreskin. He rocked his whole body forward, fucking the air in time with the Ivysaur’s thrusting vine.
“W-wait, hang on,” Proto gasped. His head was swimming with lust, but he tried to hang on to his senses.
“Relax,” the Ivysaur said. “I’m not interested in turning you in for stealing the suit. I just want to play with you a little bit!”
The vines around his ankles and legs pulled and squeezed at him, and the vine in his ass pushed deeper. Proto’s breathing was heavier now, his chest rising and falling in time with the vine’s thrusting. As the speed and force of the assfucking increased, so did his panting. He didn’t want it to stop.
When the Ivysaur wrapped a thin vine around his cock and slowly began to pull back on the latex shaft, Proto thought he might cum right there. His foreskin, so tight, peeled back over the head of his cock, and the Garchomp felt a surge of intense pleasure shoot through his entire body. “Wait, n-no,” he pleaded. “Please k-keep going!”
The Ivysaur’s face hovered just inches from the tender tip of his cock. He smiled and asked “Like this?” Then he opened his mouth and shoved Proto’s penis into it.
It was incredible, the feeling of the Ivysaur’s warm mouth closing down around his length at the same time that his foreskin pulled back. Proto pushed his hips forward and desperately tried to hump the Ivysaur’s mouth. The Ivysaur swirled his tongue around Proto’s head, helping to push the foreskin further back, before finally moving his mouth further down and engulfing the entirety of the penis in his mouth. Proto felt the Ivysaur’s lips press against the base of his groin, and felt the tip of his cock pressing against the back of the pokemon’s throat. The vine in his ass pumped hard and fast, pleasuring him from both ends.
Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, Proto felt something else new. The vines rubbed against his balls, massaging them gently while the Ivysaur sucked him off and fucked his ass simultaneously. It was too much, it was all too much. He bucked his hips forward hard, then pushed back against the vine in his ass. The Ivysaur’s warm, wet mouth and tongue felt so good. He couldn’t hold back any longer. His balls surged, his shaft swelled, and moments later he was cumming.
A huge load of cum shot straight down the Ivysaur’s throat, and he swallowed it down greedily. Then another came, and another. The pokemon furrowed his brow in triumph and sucked the latex penis dry, gulping down each gooey spurt of cum the Garchomp could give him, all the while pounding his bound partner’s ass mercilessly.
When Proto’s balls were finally emptied, his body went slack. The Ivysaur pulled his mouth off of the Garchomp’s cock, slowly and deliberately, and licked his lips. He withdrew the vine from Proto’s ass just as slowly, and then at last relaxed the vines holding the spent pokemon’s arms and legs, letting him slump to the ground.
“Good, very satisfying,” the he said with a grin. But the Ivysaur didn’t look completely satisfied yet; his own cock was still rock hard. He eyed Proto. “Now bend over for me, won’t you?”
Proto was too worn out to argue. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to argue anymore. Instead, he lay down on his belly and submissively raised his latex tail up in the air. Keeping his eyes locked on Proto the whole time, the Ivysaur slowly circled around behind him. The vines wrapped around his arms, legs torso tightened up again when the Ivysaur mounted him. Proto felt the pokemon’s cock poking at his tailhole. The latex entrance was small and tight, but inside he was still warm and soft. The Ivysaur hissed and grabbed into Proto’s tail, squeezing the rubbery appendage with all of his might as he forced his cock inside.
Proto lay there, giddy with excitement, his body tensing up on its own when the stranger penetrated him. Everything felt so new to him. The feeling of presenting his rear end with his tail up in the air; the feeling of bracing himself on his arms and legs while face down on the ground. This new body may have been the best thing that had ever happened to him. And his latex skin felt so good when it bunched up in little ripples around his joints. He shivered with pleasure and raised his ass higher against the Ivysaur.
“Enjoying yourself now, huh?” the Ivysaur said. “Then I won’t have to go easy!”
The vines snaking around his body tightened up again, and the Ivysaur began to pound Proto’s ass with all his might. Proto squeezed his eyes shut and arched his back. The Ivysaur was well hung, and his thick shaft stretched him out quite a bit. The feel of his cock slamming deeper and harder had his own member hardening again after only a few thrusts. It pressed against the ground, and Proto began to hump forward as best he could each time the Ivysaur fucked into him.
True to his word, the Ivysaur certainly didn’t go easy on Proto, but his new, latex body could handle it. Finally, the Ivysaur’s thrusts became erratic, and he drove his dick all the way in to the hilt. Proto felt the thick shaft bulge in his ass, and then the sudden release of thick, gooey cum. The warmth spread through him as the Ivysaur pumped a hot load deep into his tailhole. Proto rubbed his dick between his belly and the ground beneath him, the latex foreskin tight and constricting around his ultra-sensitive cockhead, until he too spasmed and came.
“Not bad for a guy in a new body,” the Ivysaur grunted after his orgasm had faded. He pulled his shrinking cock out of Proto’s tailhole and dismounted.
The vines relaxed and withdrew completely, leaving the Garchomp completely free at last. Proto rolled over and sat up, somewhat embarrassed about the mess of cum leaking from his behind, but still enjoying the afterglow of his own orgasm as well. Pleasure won out, and he smiled timidly.
The Ivysaur replied with a sly smile of his own. “Well, since you’ve been so cooperative, I guess I’ll help you out. That latex suit of yours is one of a kind… but there’s someone else near here who’s got something similar. Maybe you’d like to go give him a visit.”
That sounded like a good idea. The suit might not be able to come off - and by now, he wasn’t sure he wanted it to come off - but it might be helpful to meet someone who’d had similar experiences. “Where can I find him?” Proto asked.
“He’s not far,” the Ivysaur said, and then began to describe a trail through the woodlands. Along the way, he assured Proto, was a particular Cubone who had happened upon one of the older model suits and tried it on. “He spends a lot of his time as a Snivy now, so look for that. You’ll know when you see him - he’ll be latex, just like you.”
And with that, the Ivysaur was gone, waving goodbye with his vines and trotting off into the underbrush as though nothing had ever happened. Proto was left sitting there all alone, the sun shining off of his smooth latex skin.
He found the path easily enough, and began following it deeper into the woodlands. While he traveled, he practiced walking and running. It still felt like a novel experience for him, but he got the hang of it quickly. Speckles of light reflected off of him as it filtered through the leaves above him. Proto had never felt so good before. He felt truly alive.
But the path stretched on and on, and Proto saw no one, until he began to wonder if the tricky Ivysaur hadn’t lied to him. He might have turned around, but without the ability to fly he was still lost regardless, and so he kept moving forward. Finally something caught his attention - a glint from the corner of his eye. Proto stopped and peered through the trees until he saw the flash again. Something, or someone, was there. The figure turned, and their smooth skin lit up in the sunlight. There was no doubt; it was latex.
The Snivy jumped in surprise as Proto’s approach. He’d been reclining against a tree stump, but the sudden appearance of a Garchomp caused him to leap to his feet. “Who’s there!” he shouted.
Proto stopped and held out his taloned arms. “I didn’t mean to bother you, I’m sorry! But I was told maybe you could help.”
This seemed to catch the Snivy off guard. His large eyes narrowed, and he leaned in to get a better look at Proto. A look of understanding flashed across his face a moment later. “Ah! That body of yours,” he said. “You’ve got a suit too!”
The awkwardness between them faded, and the Snivy approached him eagerly. Proto stood still, allowing the pokemon to inspect his body. It was a thorough enough investigation that he felt his cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment.
“This one looks good,” the Snivy was gushing. “It looks really good! You’ve got a top quality suit here. I’m impressed. Do you like it? How long have you had it? And how can I help?”
Proto tried to keep up with the excitable Snivy. “Well, I like it a lot so far… I think! I haven’t had it long, just since last night. And, ah, I was just wondering if you could tell me a little bit more about them… and if you’ve ever heard of one that maybe didn’t come off?”
This last part drew the Snivy’s full attention. “It doesn’t come off?” he asked. “Where did you get this suit?”
“Ahh, well,” Proto said, his embarrassment increasing. “The company that makes them has a warehouse not far from here. I was just curious… I wanted to try one on. So I snuck in. And now I’ve been told it doesn’t come off.”
The Snivy was nodding his head, apparently unperturbed at the admission of breaking and entering. “Normally they do. Mine does. But it sounds like you’ve got yourself on something special. Do you know how the suits work? There’s a little bit of magic involved; slip one on and it melds with you. Peel it off again and you’re back to normal like nothing ever happened.”
He spoke quickly, as though he were very excited to be explaining it all. Proto nodded his head and tried to keep up.
“But they’ve been trying to design something new! A suit that’s completely safe, but that renders the transformation permanent. You must have happened upon the prototype. How does it feel?”
Proto tapped his latex talons together nervously. “It feels good. Really good, I guess. I like it a lot!”
The Snivy smiled. “It can be fun, swapping into another body, can’t it? Although I suppose yours is more permanent than mine. But if you enjoy it, that’s all that matters. Would you mind if I ask why you wanted to try the suit on in the first place?”
He was certainly blunt. Proto wondered how much he was comfortable revealing. “I’d never walked on the ground before, or had arms,” he said, holding his finned arms out like they were proof of his claims. Then he looked away from the Snivy. “Also, um, I wondered what it was like to have a… you know, a penis. On the outside, I mean.”
The Snivy leaned in towards Proto. “And I take it you’ve had some fun with it then.”
“Y-yes,” Proto said, flustered. He decided to turn the conversation around. “What about you? The person I met before said you’re a Cubone. Why do you like to wear your Snivy suit?”
“Well, this body can do things that my other one can’t,” the Snivy said. “If you really want to know, I don’t mind showing you what I mean…”
The Snivy took a step back, and Proto took a good look at him. Besides the fact that his shiny body was latex, there were some other things they had in common. Namely, he had a large penis on the outside, and like Proto’s, it had a tight foreskin wrapped around its head. As Proto watched, the Snivy’s dick began to raise, until it stood fully erect, its shaft smooth save for a few spots where the latex had bunched up in little ruffles.
But the erection was apparently not the only thing the Snivy wanted to show off. Keeping his eyes locked on Proto, the transformed pokemon lay down on his back with his latex tail curled up beneath him. In this position, his cock and his tailhole sat completely exposed before Proto’s gaze. The lewd display made the Garchomp blush, but the Snivy still wasn’t done. He shot Proto a wink before bending his head forward. The pokemon’s smooth latex belly bunched up as he dexterously curled himself around until he’d managed to bring the tip of his cock up to his own mouth.
“In a Snivy suit, I can do this,” he said to Proto. And then he opened his mouth and bent even further, lower body pushing forward and upper body pushing down, so that the head of his cock slipped directly into his muzzle. He pumped his head up and down, sucking himself off before the flustered and intrigued Garchomp.
The erotic act taking place in front of him definitely had an effect. Proto felt his own cock beginning to harden, until it stuck up straight in front of him. It pointed towards the Snivy, as if it ached for release. Proto’s eyes drifted down from the cock sliding in and out of the Snivy’s mouth, until he was looking at the tempting sight of the pokemon’s latex tailhole. It looked tight and vulnerable, and Proto had the sudden desire to sink his long, thick length into it.
Almost as if he could read Proto’s intentions, the Snivy nodded his head. He slid his mouth halfway down his erect cock and held himself there as he wiggled his behind tantalizingly. It was enough of an invitation for Proto. Feeling only slightly self conscious, the Garchomp stepped up to the curled Snivy and hunched over him. The tip of his cock rubbed against the Snivy’s butt. His tailhole looked so small compared to Proto’s think length; but then, if the Snivy’s body was flexible enough to bend the way it was, surely it could stretch to accommodate him. He placed his arms down on either side of the Snivy and thrust forward carefully.
It was tough going at first, but the smoothness of latex-on-latex helped things considerably. When Proto’s cock finally did slip into the Snivy’s tailhole, he was treated to a very unexpected and particularly intense sensation. The hole clamped down around his thrusting cock, squeezing it tightly and causing Proto’s foreskin to peel back around his extra sensitive head. The feeling of the Snivy’s ass and his own foreskin rubbing against his penis simultaneously was almost indescribable, and he had the sudden urge to ram himself in as hard and as fast as he could. But he held back, prolonging the blissful experience, shivering with pleasure that crackled up from his loins and through his entire body.
When he finally did give in to his desire, he’d suck a little more than half of his length into the Snivy. He looked down, then, at the latex pokemon sucking his own cock. The Snivy opened his mouth and gave Proto a view of his wet tongue sliding in a circle around the head of his dick. That was all Proto could take. His dick swelled up with desire, and he rammed the rest of himself into the Snivy all at once.
The force of the thrust pushed the Snivy’s dick up and deeper into the pokemon’s mouth. His eyes went wide for a moment, but he recovered quickly, and began to vigorously bob his head up and down. Proto began to fuck the Snivy’s ass with hesitant thrusts, pulling himself out a few inches and then pumping back in. Each time he did, he drove the Snivy’s cock deeper into the pokemon’s mouth. His thrusting increased gently, until he was fucking the Snivy’s ass at the same speed at the Snivy was sucking himself. Their bodies soon matched rhythms exactly, so that each time Proto fucked into him, the Snivy lunged downward, deepthroating more and more of his own shiny latex shaft.
“Mmmph,” the Snivy mumbled around the dick that was taking up most of his mouth. The words were lost but the meaning was clear; he urged Proto on, wanting him to go faster and harder.
Proto obeyed. He panted and moaned softly as he fucked the Snivy’s tailhole with blissful abandon. The way the Snivy’s insides felt, tight and warm against his smooth latex shaft, and the way his foreskin felt as the motions made it slide back and forth around his head, made him feel as though he were constantly on the edge of orgasm. And yet somehow he found the willpower to keep going.
He didn’t want this to end. It was an experience he could never have had with his old body. This new one, so shiny and smooth and filled with the promise of endless pleasure; this was the body he’d always wanted, even though he hadn’t known it until today.
The Snivy began to buck his hips wildly against Proto’s thrusts, and he slammed his muzzle down hard against his cock. Then the latex pokemon stiffened and began to quiver. His eyes took on a dreamy, unfocused look, and Proto peered down at him with open curiosity. He saw the Snivy’s balls jerk slightly; once, twice, and then there was an explosion of cum from the Snivy’s mouth. The sensation of Proto’s cock in his ass and his own cock in his mouth had wrung a powerful orgasm out of him, and he’d swallowed up as much of his own load as he could before it had apparently become too much. The gooey white stuff dripped down his chin and rolled across the bunched up ruffles of his latex tummy.
Proto’s attention returned to his own pleasure. While the Snivy sucked down as much of his own salty load as he could, the latex Garchomp resumed fucking him. His breath came in labored gasps, and he felt something powerful rising up in his balls. His cock swelled up in anticipation, and his foreskin squeezed down even tighter around his sensitive head. At last, it was too much. Proto lunged forward, burying himself in the Snivy’s ass up to the hilt, and came.
The orgasm rocked his entire body, and he could feel each pulse of his cock and balls as he shot thick, hot spurts of cum into his partner. The Snivy moaned, the muscles of his ass contracting tightly around Proto’s length, as if they were trying to trying to milk every last drop. It felt like the most powerful orgasm Proto had ever had. Streaks of pleasure just kept shooting through his body, each one accompanying another thick load of cum rocketing out of him. More and more came, until cum began to leak out of the Snivy’s tailhole, just as it had from his mouth. The Snivy, meanwhile, squirmed and swallowed and shared Proto’s pleasure, although the Garchomp was sure nothing could feel even half as good at the orgasm he was experiencing at that moment.
They both came down from their climaxes slowly. The Snivy continued to nurse his cock even as it softened in his mouth, and Proto hunched over, trying to catch his breath. Finally, he pulled his cock out of the Snivy’s tailhole and collapsed on the cool grass. Every inch of his body felt hyper-sensitive, and for a time he could barely focus his thoughts. At last, his breathing slowed, and his mind steadied, and he was able to pull himself up into a sitting position. The Snivy was still lying there, eyes closed and body straightened. The sun reflected brightly off of the pokemon’s smooth body, and Proto held his arms up once again to marvel at the fact that they, too, seemed to sparkle like jewels in the light of the day.
Whatever the suit was, it was a part of him now. Permanently. The thought no longer distressed him; instead, he felt happy. What luck to have stumbled onto this one-of-a-kind suit! He’d only wanted to try one on, but now he knew that this was the way he wanted to be forever. He was Proto, the latex Garchomp.","pools_count":1,"title":"[Story] Proto's origin [Commission by Punjoke] ","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/rtf","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"317","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}
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