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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, Multi
  Fandom:
      Pocket_Monsters_|_Pokemon_(Main_Video_Game_Series), Pocket_Monsters_|
      Pokemon_-_All_Media_Types, Pocket_Monsters:_Black_&_White_|_Pokemon_Black
      and_White_Versions, Pocket_Monsters:_Black_2_&_White_2_|_Pokemon_Black_2
      &_White_2_Versions, Pocket_Monsters_|_Pokemon_(Anime), Final_Fantasy_VI
  Relationship:
      HIlda/Snivy, Hilda/Anthro_Pokemon, Hilda/Futanari, Other_People/Other
      People, But_Definitely_Hilda/Snivy
  Character:
      Touko_|_Hilda, Tsutaja_|_Snivy, Dr._Araragi_|_Professor_Aurea_Juniper,
      Cheren_(Pokemon), Bianca_(Pokemon), White_(Pokemon), Mukkuru_|_Starly
  Additional Tags:
      Futanari, Girl_Penis, Anthropomorphic_Pokemon, Nuzlocke_Challenge, Porn
      With_Plot, Snivy_has_Tentacles, Teenagers, Sex, Yuri, Futa_on_Female,
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Fluff_and_Smut, Alternate_Universe, Apocalypse,
      Harem, Threesome_-_F/F/F, Anal_Sex, Small_Penis, Monster_Girls,
      Somnophilia, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Happy_Sex, Gangbang, Large_Cock,
      lolicon_(13+), Romance, Action/Adventure
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-29 Updated: 2016-09-12 Chapters: 9/? Words: 34495
****** Smutlocke or: How Hilda Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Pokemon
Futanari Apocalypse ******
by Faceless
Summary
     On the first day of Hilda's pokemon journey, a bizzare happening
     transforms all pokemon into vicious, sex-crazed hermaphrodites. The
     world once known is becoming undone and reality continues to turn on
     its head as more and more drastic changes occur. Hilda must learn to
     thrive in this sexualized and dangerous new world, or risk being
     consumed by it.
     (04/16/2017) Finals have been kicking my ass, and will likely
     continue to do so over the next week. I know I promised an update
     this month, but the chapter I wrote ended up being really shitty and
     so I decided to scrap it and start fresh. I'm about 1,000 words into
     this new chapter and it's looking pretty promising, though. If I can
     handle the execution, I think it's going to be a nice way to kick
     things back off again after such a long hiatus. I'm not sure if I'll
     be able to get it finished by the end of the month, but it won't be
     much longer than that if it does.
Notes
     (02/27/17) EDIT: Take what you read below with a grain of salt. It's
     been four months since I've written an update, so I was obviously
     delusional in thinking I'd be able to abide my commitments to myself.
     With that said, this fic is not dead. Even after all these months,
     the story has been calling to me to do some more work on it. So while
     I'm not sure I can say future updates will be frequent, they are
     coming....
     ~
     So, here we are. After two stabs at smutty futanari centered
     fanfictions starring Hilda within the past three years - both
     abandoned - I'm doing it again. I promise everyone I won't give up
     this time, though. I mean business.
     As far as this fic goes, you can expect lots of futa on female,
     anthro pokemon, and underage stuff (not pre-pubscent, but ages 13+
     will be depicted). Rape/Non-con will also be incorporated, at times.
     Graphic violence will not be intermingled with titillating sex scenes
     and expect, at least, two new chapters a month. This fic also has a
     decent sized plot, but I will ensure that there's some nice smut
     every couple chapters or so, and expect the ratio of smut to be
     increased as things chug along. See the summary for updates on fic
     progress and expect characters from other Nintendo (and Final
     Fantasy) fandoms to make extremely infrequent appearances. They'll be
     tweaked to fit the world and won't ever be much more than side
     characters to dabble with - no prior knowledge of anything beyond the
     pokemon universe will be necessary to appreciate this fic.
     Reference images for the story's characters will be inserted in
     hyperlinks within the text as they're introduced, or you can just
     spoil yourself and check them all out now on my tumblr site Here .
     Please note that reference images (warning, many of them are NSFW)
     are entirely optional things (you don't have to click on them) and
     that they rarely perfectly convey the way a character looks. I just
     find that more people like them than not.
     This fic is also loosely based on a Blaze Black Nuzlocke run I'm
     doing alongside it, hence the name.
     Thanks for reading all that and please feel free to comment, offer
     suggestions, or give constructive feedback concerning anything. I
     love knowing that people are reading and enjoying my work!
***** Intro: POV Lass (Somewhere in Johto, during the onset of The Rapture)
*****
Chapter Notes
     Reference Image for Lass (NSFW): Lass
They stormed our cabin like a torrent of oil – relentless and leaving
corruption in their wake.
At first we thought it was the boys at our campsite playing another one of
their pranks, but the bangs grew more and more violent until panic deluged my
mind and the door exploded open. I only had enough time to discern their forms
before their desperate hands were shredding off my clothes in a cascade of
fierce rips and tears that sung with the assaults on the other girls.
Their bushy striped tails, long ears, and the white circles on the bellies of
their furred, naked forms reminded me of humanized versions of the sentrets I
played with between activities, but the aggression in the way they forced me on
my back and pried open my trembling knees contrasted starkly with the
affections of the friendly pokemon I had come to know. They were female, or so
I thought, and their shapely bodies swarmed me until all I saw when I looked up
were a throng of wanting stares. After their frenzied hands ripped apart the
last strands of my clothes, they briefly paused to leer at my budding curves
and it was then I noticed the cocks rising between their legs – pink, hungry,
and throbbing to life.
Their savagery afforded me no time to place my fears and the shock rendered my
body paralyzed and helpless. My eyes could only widen as they knelt to grind
their cocks against me, battling for my mouth and pussy until my holes were
stuffed full of needy flesh, forcing the others to rub their hot cocks against
my skin.
Their pre jutted out like streams, tainting my skin with trickles of glistening
anticipation. I shuddered into the cock fucking my mouth, trying to temper the
pain of my ravaged virginity, but with every violation my body burned and
burned until my garbled whimpers transformed into moans. An unearthly passion
invaded me and I started to forget why there were tears trickling from my eyes
or why tension had locked my bones into a rigid prison, as every fear and
concern dissipated into pleasure. My frozen lips came to life and reciprocated
the cock pouring so much delicious pre into my throat, eagerly bobbing my head
as I yearned to take more; and my hands searched for shafts to milk, until my
fingers fastened around two needy lengths and worked them from base to tip.
The hermaphrodites rewarded my enthusiasm with renewed fervor, as the cocks
thrusting into my mouth, hands, and pussy increased their already desperate
pace. Although pain still darted through me with each penetration, the mounting
pleasure flooding my veins washed away my hesitations as I shamelessly rocked
my hips into the shaft spearing my cunny. The tumbling moans their savage lust
extracted grew louder and longer, sending vibrations that shimmered around the
skin of the shaft pumping into my mouth; and soon my whole body succumbed to
the overwhelming sensations – the dizzying ecstasy stifling my voice and
gripping my body into a stasis of convulsions and shudders.
The hug of my desecrated pussy tightened around the pounding cock, sending
spasms through my core that descended my hips into a fit of contractions. A
powerful orgasm knifed through my insides, summoning a long, silent scream that
twisted coils around my lungs and triggered each of my nerve-endings to explode
in unison. Lust showered my nubile flesh as a series of cocks erupted and
painted my tits and stomach with hot, thick ropes of cum; and my insides
drowned with searing sticky fluid as their spunk poured down my throat and
overflowed my womb. The lewd taste intoxicated me and tantalized my skin,
coaxing my lids to flutter as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
My muscles had sunk into exhaustion and my senses had been obliterated, and yet
a fire scorched within me that begged for more. I needed to be fucked, to be
violated, to devour their passion and delve deeper into the screams and cries
of vivid carnality that echoed off the walls. And based on the endless
succession of thirsty cocks that continued to fill and refill me with undying
pleasure, my silent prayers would be answered.
In the back of my mind, I knew I was going to be ravished forever.
***** Help! The World's Going Crazy and it's Turning Me On *****
Chapter Summary
     Trigger Warning: This chapter contains brief depictions of rape and
     murder against nameless characters, and attempted rape against an
     important character. This chapter does not contain smut.
     Reference images for the story's characters will be inserted in
     hyperlinks within the story as they're introduced, or you can just
     spoil yourself and check them all out now on my tumblr site Here .
     Please note that reference images are entirely optional things (you
     don't have to click on them) and that they rarely perfectly convey
     the way a character looks, so please don't let them inhibit your
     imagination.
“On three,” said Bianca. “One, two…”
In unison, Bianca, Cheren, and I all shouted three as we crossed the invisible
boundary separating our hometown of Nuvema from Route 1. With our new pokemon
snug in their pokeballs and fresh from a friendly scrimmage which nearly
obliterated my room, we were finally on our journey – the one we had dreamed
about for as long as we’ve known each other. Despite the crisp morning air, my
body burned with so much gusto that the blood simmering in my veins tickled me
from within, and I couldn’t help myself from bouncing up and down on my heels
like I had just caught a dire case of the sillies. In an impulse, I hooked the
necks of my two friends by the creases of my elbows – drawing them into a
forced huddle.
“I can’t believe it guys - this is actually happening! Am I dreaming? Somebody
pinch me!”
“I am pinching you,” said Cheren, his voice weak from the headlock while his
fingers pinched and pulled at my arm.
“H-Hilda…breathing…hard….”
“Ah. Sorry about that!” Bianca and Cheren gasped for air as I released my hold
and laughed at the sight of their red faces. “It didn’t even feel like I was
holding you all that hard – I guess I underestimated my own strength.”
“Like you did an hour ago when you and your snivy turned a pokemon battle into
a demolition zone?” said Cheren, straightening his posture and adjusting his
glasses with a point of his finger.
“Whatever it takes to win. Her name is Lilith, by the way. You should address
the pokemon who whooped your butt properly.” I glanced at Bianca and motioned
to her with my thumb. “Besides, it wasn’t just me. She helped with the mess
too.”
“But I told your mom I was sorry, like, a thousand times! It was so sweet of
her to offer to clean your room like that. My parents would have flipped.”
Bianca recuperated with a deep breath before beaming a grin at me. “This is
super awesome though, isn’t it? We had our first pokemon battle together and
now the professor is going to teach us how to catch pokemon together, too!”
“I don’t see why she insists though – it’s not like it’s rocket science,”
replied Cheren. “You weaken the pokemon and then you throw the ball at it. We
don’t need a pokemon professor to teach us that.”
“You know how she is though. She was so excited about doing this whole
initiation process by the book.” Taking an invisible ball of air in hand, I
demonstrated my fluid throwing motion. “Besides, I want to show off my amazing
skills to the professor. I’ve been practicing my throwing motion for, like,
months leading up to today. I can probably nail a pidgey fifty meters away if I
wanted to: mid-flight.”
“Sure, sure. And rhyhorns can fly,” teased Bianca. “You just want to impress
the professor ‘cause you got the hots for her.”
“Would you knock it off with that already? I’ve never said that.”
“You don’t have too though,” continued Bianca. “I can just tell by the way you
stare at her with that dumb smile of yours.”
“Or how your cheeks turn red whenever she hands you a compliment.” A smirk
crossed Cheren’s face. “Kind of like how they look now.”
I made to speak but the burn sparking my cheeks tingled down into my throat and
stifled my voice. My embarrassment must have been palpable because Bianca and
Cheren each laughed as the sensation continued to render me speechless.
“Jerks,” I finally grumbled.
“Cheer up, Hilda. We’re only teasing.” Bianca strolled over to me and playfully
elbowed my side. “Call it payback for gloating in our faces after that
pokebattle.”
“That’s right,” said Cheren. “Besides, your bloated ego could afford to be
notched down a few pegs.”
“Don’t even start with me. If anyone has an inflated ego, it’s you, Mr. Know-
It-All. You can already land a plane on your forehead. If you crammed any more
information into that thing, it’d grow big enough to handle a whole squadron.”
“At least it’s not filled with hot air – that’s more than I can say about you.”
“You’re just bitter you can’t research your way to victory. Your pokemon had
the type advantage and Lilith still kicked her ass. You can talk all you want
but I still beat you.”
“You got lucky - I made an uncharacteristic error in our last battle. Try me
again and I’ll show you who’s better.”
“Well then what are you waiting for? Let’s go!”
Cheren’s eyes leered at mine as we both reached for our pokeballs, but before
we could commence, Bianca stepped between us and grabbed our wrists.
“Wait! Stop it!”
Despite our fiery and narrowed stares, the power of Bianca’s siren-like shout
put a halt to the ensuing battle and drew our focus to her.
“I swear! You guys turn into five-year-olds when you get all competitive like
this. Now cut it out, okay? I’m your friend, not your babysitter. Professor
Juniper’s waiting for us. You can have your stupid clash of egos after we’re
done seeing her.”
My eyes bore into Cheren’s a few moments longer before I eventually relaxed my
shoulders and returned Lilith’s pokeball to the pink bag strapped over my
shoulder.
“Fine. You’re right - we don’t have time for this now. Besides, Cheren and I
have plenty of opportunities to be at each other’s throats later. Today’s
special - I shouldn’t have gotten so confrontational.” I extended my hand.
“Truce?”
“Truce,” repeated Cheren, taking my hand and giving it a single, firm shake.
“We’re still battling though, after we’re done with the professor. Don’t think
that I’m letting you off the hook.”
I smiled. “Looking forward to it. Now let’s quit jabbering and get moving. I
don’t want Professor Juniper to get worried.”
“Sounds like a plan,” said Bianca as the three of us started walking further
down Route 1, side by side. “And when you get there, you can confess your
undying love for her before you leave on your big, special journey. It’ll be so
touching. I’ll even help you work up the courage.”
“Oh my gosh! Didn’t I tell you to stop? And you better not mention it around
her! Seriously, I think I’d die of embarrassment.”
Bianca giggled. “No promises.”
 
~
 
Following the professor’s instructions, we cut into the nearby woods through a
trail which eventually brought us to a small clearing dotted with tall patches
of grass. Professor_Juniper’s bright white lab coat contrasted with the earthy
colors of our surroundings and made her easy to spot, although she appeared to
be busy inspecting something and didn’t realize we had arrived. She lingered
near one of the grassy patches, hunched over and on her knees.
“Professor?” I called.
With a slight jump of her shoulders, the professor twisted around before
greeting us with a warm smile and a wave.
“There you are, my sparkling young pupils! Did you find this place alright?”
“Easily enough. What’cha lookin’ at?”
Professor Juniper motioned us closer. “Come see for yourself.”
As Bianca, Cheren, and I joined around the professor and stooped our knees to
the grass, we saw that she had been studying a sleeping watchog.
“Oh wow, a watchog,” cooed Bianca. “Are you going to catch it?”
“That was the plan. I was going to use it for our demonstration. When I spotted
it, it had stood awake and alert. It even spit a few seeds at me while I tried
to keep my distance. But something peculiar happened: only a couple of minutes
before you all arrived, it suddenly tired and fell asleep – just like that.”
“That is odd….” Cheren’s fingers fiddled with one of the temples of his glasses
before he spoke again. “Watchogs are notoriously vigilant - they wouldn’t just
fall asleep in the presence of a perceived threat.”
“Right. It’s strange behavior for most pokemon, watchogs especially. It doesn’t
appear to be ill or injured, though.” The professor placed her hand on the
exposed skin of my thigh. “What do you think, Hilda?”
Her gentle touch had my cheeks tingling but I quickly brushed off my
embarrassment and cleared my throat as inconspicuously as I could. “Well, I
don’t really know. I was going to guess it was something it ate, but I can’t
think of anything that would just put it to sleep like that. And there weren’t
any other pokemon nearby that could have performed a sleeping move, right?
Maybe it has that disorder where you fall asleep all the time-“
“Narcolepsy,” interjected Cheren.
“Yeah, that’s it. Can pokemon get that too?”
Juniper paused and appeared to silently consider my guess. “It’s a possibility,
for sure. There’s not enough research done in that field to say one way or the
other, but yes, there have been some cases that suggest pokemon can suffer from
it. Nice deductive skills Hilda! If you weren’t dead set on becoming a trainer,
I would have loved to have made you my apprentice. With a little more practice
and study, you’d make a fine professor someday.”
My face must have turned beat red because I heard the muffles of Bianca
snickering, and even though my attention was fixed on the professor, I could
almost see the smug look Cheren’s face surely wore. As much as I wanted to look
away and bury my head in the earth, the professor’s green eyes stunned me and
all I could do was look back at her with what must have been the most awkward
smile on my lips.
Before one of my friends could rescue me from the uncomfortable silence, a
yellow glow suddenly coated the Watchog’s body and captured everyone’s
attention.
“What’s happening?” asked Bianca. “Is…is it evolving?”
“That can’t be…,” said the professor, her grip on my thigh tightening in
response to the harshening light. “It’s getting brighter.”
My curiosity tried to keep my focus steadied upon the now brilliantly glowing
watchog, but soon I was forced to bring my hands up to cover my eyes. A
strange, steady ring started to tickle my ears and every time I attempted to
peek through the cracks in my fingers, the wild light seared my eyes shut.
Finally the ringing stopped, and as I cautiously drew my lids open once more, I
found that I was not blinded by the otherworldly radiance this time. The force
of the light had distorted my vision, however, and my eyes ached like they had
been glued to the world’s brightest computer screen for days. It took a few
moments for the dull pain to pass and my clarity to return, but when they did,
I gasped at what I discovered.
“What…what is that?” exclaimed Bianca. Although judging by the bewildered
expression twisting each of our faces, she might as well have been speaking for
us all.
In place of the watchog now lied a naked something – woman-like but clearly
inhuman. She had the same figure and form of a woman but fur covered her body
and her face protruded to form a slight snout that, while bestial, did not
detract from her strange attractiveness. Her long, white hair hung wildly, and
furry, pointed ears protruded from underneath the untamed mess of locks. A tail
almost as long as her body stuck out from underneath her, ending with two
yellow stripes and a white tuft of jagged fur at its tip. But despite her
animalistic features, what entranced me the most was the perfection of her
figure – shapely yet taut and athletic, like the idealized bodies of gods and
goddesses old sculptors used to chisel from stone. And as her body demanded my
admiration, my eyes drank more and more of her form until I stumbled upon a
thick, pink protrusion dangling between her legs. Although it didn’t make any
sense, I knew what it was, and its gradual, steady swell captivated my
attention.
“This….” I hesitated, my eyes fixated on the heightening cock. “Is this the
watchog?”
“It must be,” murmured Professor Juniper.
Although none of us spoke of it, each of our attentions were trained on the
pink shaft that continued to rise, until the silence lingered long enough for
my surprise to fade, spurring my eyes to nervously avert from the phallus. It
was difficult though. Even though I didn’t want to keep gawking at it, it was
as if an invisible force constantly tried pulling my focus back to it. I
realized my panties were becoming wet and that my body had flushed with an
uncomfortable, weakening warmth. Looking at the professor and my friends to try
and distract myself, I observed that they were each hypnotized by the shaft
with a similar attentiveness I had experienced, only they weren’t able to tear
their stares away from it like I had. When I thought to describe the look in
their eyes, I blushed.
Their eyes looked hungry.
“Guys? Is everyone okay?”
My words broke their trance and caused them to shift their eyes away. Even
Cheren’s ever poised demeanor was tainted by an implicating blush that made the
others seem innocent in comparison.
“So what’s happening,” I said. “Is this some kind of new evolution? I don’t
understand.”
“It looks like that might be the case after all.” Juniper braved to look at the
watchog once again, inspecting it with a more quizzical gaze. “It has so many
distinct features of the watchog – the pattern of its fur, the tail, the ears –
but on the body of a woman. Or rather….” Juniper paused and swallowed audibly.
“…a hermaphrodite.”
“Yeah,” mumbled Bianca as her eyes crept back to the now totally erect cock,
but a quick glance notified her that she had earned my observation, causing her
abruptly to turn away and jump to her feet. “W-well what do we do now? We’re
not just going to leave her here, right? This has got to be some kind of
important scientific discovery.”
“I suppose we should try to catch it.” Cheren’s voice cracked as he spoke, his
face still burning red and dampening with beads of sweat. “If something like
this can even be caught. Is it even a pokemon, still?”
“I don’t know,” replied Juniper. “But I suppose it’s best to try. Bianca’s
right, this is an important discovery - unprecedented, really.”
“Wait,” I stammered, shooting up from my spot on the floor. “Okay, this is
totally embarrassing to say, but I’m not the only one who feels…y’know, like…I
mean…you guys feel it too, right?”
Though my question couldn’t have been vaguer, the awkward looks and the silence
that followed revealed to me that everyone was aware of what I alluded to. We
were becoming aroused – all of us. It was so painfully obvious, even someone
with my utter lack of sexual experience could tell what was happening. Though I
retained my virginity, I knew what arousal felt like; I experienced it
sometimes in the moments I spent volunteering at the professor’s lab - stealing
lingering glances at her curves and curbing lewd fantasies that would later
resurface in my dreams. This arousal was stronger though, wilder, maybe even
primal, and yet it overcame each of us so suddenly, it couldn’t be natural.
“It’s doing something to us - making us feel all…weird. Don’t you guys think
so, too?”
“Well,” Juniper hesitated as she shuffled through the pocket of her lab coat
and pulled out a pokeball. “You might be right. But that’s all the more reason
to catch it so we can study why it's making us feel this way. It should be
easy, too, with it being asleep like this.”
Still on her knees, Professor Juniper extended her arm and dropped the pokeball
over the naked watchog. It worked. After making contact with the watchog’s
skin, the pokeball hopped up on its own and unhinged as it swallowed its target
in red light. Landing on the empty spot of grass the watchog had been, the ball
began to shake.
We all looked on in raptness as the ball struggled to confine the watchog, but
with a jolting noise it popped back open, unleashing a stream of light that
soon shaped itself into the outline of its failed capture. It dropped
harmlessly to the side and, in its wake, left the watchog standing on her feet
– red and yellow eyes wide open and leering at the professor.
The sight of the watchog awake and alert stunned each of us and the intensity
of her stare caused Professor Juniper to take a couple frightened steps back as
she reached for another pokeball in her pocket.
“Professor! Watch out!”
As I shouted my warning, the watchog lunged at Professor Juniper, pinning her
to the ground with a hard thud that jostled her neck. With feral strength, she
forced the professor’s lab coat over her head and tore the white shirt she wore
underneath into tatters.
Stunning horror possessed the professor’s face as the watchog wrenched her bra
straight off her chest, exposing her breasts which her assailant’s furred
fingers greedily dug into. I knew I needed to act fast but the display
enraptured me to such a degree that I could only gawk as the watchog continued
to molest the professor – her twitching cock grinding against the professor’s
thighs while she mauled her breasts. The lustful heat that had built within me
from before now engulfed my entire body with intensity and forced my breaths to
grow damper and heavier. The initial fear that had surged through me waned in
respect of the powerful lust, and now instead of wanting to save the professor,
thoughts of abandoning my inhibitions and joining her invaded my mind. I
desired to be the one getting ravaged - to be railed and fucked from behind
until my body collapsed in exhaustion. And although the scene in front of me
demanded my attention, from the corners of my eyes I saw Bianca and Cheren in a
similar state of inertia. It seemed like they, too, were possessed by the same
immoral want.
The rip of the professor’s skirt interrupted my trance and restored some of my
sanity. I saw the watchog toss away the tattered article and aggressively pull
down the professor’s panties as she lined her shaft for penetration. The lust
still beckoned me to submit, but reality set in and my better judgment squashed
its pleas of submission.
“Lilith! Use vine whip!”
It happened so fast, I didn’t even feel my hand reach into my bag. I palmed
Lilith’s pokeball and launched it at the watchog’s head. It hit its target,
bouncing off the side of her cheek and commanding her attention away from the
professor and unto me. With a spray of light, the ball opened and conjured my
pokemon, who immediately walloped the same cheek I had hit, only with a
powerful vine strike that knocked the watchog off the professor’s body.
I had been so consumed with saving the professor, it was only after the attack
that I noticed something had changed: Lilith had transformed as well.
She had grown to about my height, with smooth green skin that covered her arms
and the backside of her body, aside from a thin yellow strip which stretched
from the center of her neck, down to her long, leaf shaped tail. She wore no
clothes and openly bore her perky breasts, which were colored in a creamy
yellow skin that enveloped the entirety of her two legs, as well as the front
side of her upper body and face. Besides her tail and the two wispy yellow
leaves that jutted from the sides of her neck like a makeshift collar, Lilith’s
features were mostly that of a human; although her eyes glimmered red and a
pale green coated her long hair. And unlike the watchog, she didn’t possess any
‘extra’ genitalia – only a vaginal slit.
“Lilith?” I exclaimed.
Her eyes glanced over to me as she nodded before quickly returning her
attention to the watchog rising back to her feet. Vicious anger replaced the
predatory desire that had only just tainted her gaze, and the watchog glared so
intently at Lilith that she neglected the naked body of the professor crawling
to safety. She bent her knees and gnarled her teeth as she made to retaliate,
but Lilith remained undeterred – meeting her aggressor with cool focus.
“Go Callu! Use water gun!”
“Blaze! Tackle attack!”
Cheren and Bianca each cast their pokeballs as the watchog initiated her
assault, unleashing their pokemon and countering her in a joint effort. Callu
and Blaze had also transformed – both into hermaphrodites – and the two pokemon
joined Lilith’s side in preparation for another attack.
The watchog snarled at the three pokemon but did not move from her place,
keeping her eyes shifting from combatant to combatant until her attention
returned to the professor, who had reached her lab coat and frantically dug
through its pockets. Rushing away, the watchog dodged and endured a trifecta
attack of water, grass, and fire as she readied to snatch the professor from
off the ground and make an escape.
“Abigail! Swift attack – now!”
Revealing a pokeball from the confines of the lab coat, Juniper summoned her,
now changed, minccino. The watchog advanced only steps away from where Abigail
appeared, and she barely had enough time to raise her hands before being
barreled to the ground. A cry pierced through the air as the watchog bit her
sharp teeth into the side of Abigail’s neck, but a dazzling blast of energy
erupted from the minccino's resisting hands and pummeled against the underside
of the watchog. With a pathetic mewl, the watchog weakened her jaw as Abigail
pushed her off and returned to her feet – tinges of blood intermingling with
grey fur from the bite marks she received.
Prying another pokeball from her lab coat, Professor Juniper lobbed it at the
downed watchog, and within a few audible wobbles it made the familiar clicking
noise of a successful capture.
With the threat of the watchog quelled, the bevy of changes that seemed to be
twisting reality on its head began to sink in. Gradually my eyes lingered over
the professor and her nakedness as thoughts of what could have happened crossed
my mind, and then at Abigail. I never witnessed a pokemon bleed before today,
but even though her body had drastically changed to resemble something closer
to human, the sight was no less unsettling.
I noted Bianca break from her stupor, shaking her head slightly as she rushed
over to Abigail.
“Are you okay? Hold on, I’ve got a potion in my bag.” Bianca shuffled through
her green satchel before pulling out a sleek looking spray bottle. “I’ve never
seen it used on a wound like this, but it should work. Just hold still.”
Abigail murmured as Bianca applied the spray, wincing slightly at the sting it
caused. But after a thorough wiping from a toilette Bianca also extracted, the
bleeding finally stopped.
“There, all better.”
After brushing a curious finger over the former spot of the wound and feeling
that she no longer bled, Abigail smiled at Bianca before scampering over to the
professor. More than a full head shorter than her, Abigail wrapped Juniper in a
tight hug and nuzzled her large ears against the professor's breasts. Juniper
blushed as she received her pokemon’s new body with a tinge of anxiety, but
soon surrendered a faint smile and returned the embrace.
The moment between Juniper and Abigail must have inspired the rest of the
pokemon, because they each returned to their respective masters, with Lilith
setting her sights on me and coming to less than an arm’s length from where I
stood. She smiled elusively and her eyes gazed into mine with something akin to
expectation.
“Uh-um….” My mind searched for something good to say but it proved to be an
impossible task. The situation still stupefied me and it didn’t help that my
suddenly attractive pokemon was naked and staring back at me within a hand’s
reach.
“You…you did good, Lilith. Ummm…” I bit my lip before tentatively raising my
hand. “High five?”
Lilith stood statuesque for a couple moments as her gaze narrowed, eventually
rolling her eyes and batting away my hand as she forced me into a hug. I was
too nervous to reciprocate and surrendered to gingerly patting her back. “Okay,
that’s enough for now, I think.”
Rebelling against my weak protests, Lilith clung to me even tighter, and soon I
felt two tendrils creep up the legs of my denim short-shorts. My eyes widened
as I squirmed within the imprisoning embrace and soon I spotted my invaders –
Lilith’s vines which had slithered from hidden slits within the yellow leaf-
like collars that frayed from the sides of her neck.
“Lilith, no,” I hissed. “That’s really enough, now. Stop it.”
My cheeks burned like furnaces as Lilith continued to neglect my demands, her
gaze simply turning up to meet mine as a smug smile formed on her lips. Her
vines had now reached the outsides of my panties and they poked and wiggled
around their fringes before snaking underneath to writhe against my reluctant
wetness.
“Stop. Lilith, stop!”
Summoning my strength, I pushed Lilith away, sending her stumbling backwards
until she landed with her butt against the floor. I felt everyone focus on me
but my attention remained steady on Lilith, who met my stare with shocked eyes.
Gradually her features softened and I thought I saw her lip begin to tremble
before a flash of spite strained her face, making her huff and snap her neck
away from me. A pang of remorse punched my stomach. It was stupid, demeaning
even - Lilith had clearly overstepped my boundaries - but the sight of my angry
pokemon made me feel guilty for spurning her advances.
“I don’t mean to interrupt….” It was Cheren, and if the topsy-turviness of our
situation hadn’t rendered me an emotional mess, I probably would have burst out
laughing at the display I witnessed. Trying his best to maintain his composure
and failing miserably, a visibly flustered Cheren stood with his arms tightly
crossed over his chest as his tepig, Blaze, latched her arms around his neck
and smothered her impressive bust into his side. “But I think we should try to
sort out what to do next, unless any of you have any insights into what the
hell is happening.”
“I haven’t a clue,” said Professor Juniper, who had redressed herself in her
panties and lab coat – the only two articles of clothing that weren’t shredded
to bits. “Trying to theorize a plausible reason for this would be an impossible
task. But one thing’s certain: we should get out of the woods and seek safety.
We won’t know for sure until we collect more evidence, but I think it’s prudent
to believe, for now, that all pokemon have undergone this change. That
watchog…if we encounter any more pokemon like that in the wild….” The professor
averted her eyes. “I wouldn’t forgive myself if I let anything happen to you
three while you’re supposed to be under my care.”
“Yeah, well, at least these guys seem to be on our side,” said Bianca,
squealing and smacking away Callu’s hand as she squeezed one of her breasts.
“Even if they are a bit grabby.”
After Bianca spoke, my eyes happened to wander to Abigail, and I noted her
tense as her posture became perfectly still. Only her large ears moved,
twitching as if tickled by an invisible feather.
“Abigail?” said Professor Juniper. “Do you hear anything?”
Panic struck Abigail’s face and she darted over to the nearest patch of tall
grass - waving for us to follow. The concern crossing the other pokemons’
features told me that they understood the message being conveyed, and before I
could utter a word, Lilith had yanked me by my hand and whisked me over to join
Abigail in the grass. The others followed suit and we all instinctively laid
our bodies flat to the floor, until the brush hid all of us from sight.
We waited in silence, each of us completely still. It didn’t seem like anything
alarming was happening – there were no noises other than the chirping of birds
and the occasional breeze whipping through the trees. I tried to lift my head
up above the waist-high grass to peep at my surroundings, but Lilith’s swift
hand pressed against the back of my neck and forced me to remain still. Another
uneventful minute passed by, but soon I heard the distant padding of footsteps
and the cracks of branches, faint at first, but growing louder and louder until
they surrounded the vicinity. It sounded like a stampede of bodies racing
through the forest, stomping past us in the direction of the trail we had
taken. Although I didn’t dare look, I knew they were pokemon, and there must
have been dozens, if not, hundreds of them. I feared that one would run over
our brush and compromise our position; the relentless trample of feet seemed
endless as I waited with anxiety nauseating my belly. But the stampede slowed
into a trickle and then into silence again. Everyone waited in perfect
stillness for another few minutes to pass before Abigail rose to her feet,
signifying we were safe again.
“Those were all pokemon, weren’t they? Changed ones....” I warily inspected the
clearing. “It sounded like they were heading down the trail.”
“You don’t think…are they going to Nuvema?” asked Bianca.
“We can’t think about that now,” said the professor. “But we should start
heading back, regardless. If Abigail was concerned enough to have us hide from
them, then I think it’s wise to assume they’re dangerous. We need to try and
seek safety – hopefully we’ll find it at Nuvema.”
“Me too….” Bianca lowered her eyes to the earth as the corners of her lips
weighed down. Callu matched Bianca’s troubled expression and started to rub her
back in response, earning her oshawott a weak smile. “Thanks Callu.”
“I think we’re all worried, Bianca,” said Cheren, as he took a step towards the
trail. “But we don’t have time to dwell, we need to get going.”
“Cheren’s right. The longer we’re out here, the longer we’re in danger.” I
walked next to Bianca and combined with Callu’s comforts, gently squeezing her
arm. “And I’m sure everyone at Nuvema is okay. Even if something did happen to
them, they’ll be able to defend themselves. We might be a small town, but we’re
tough!”
Bianca said nothing.
“Come now, everyone. Let’s be purposeful.” The professor and Abigail joined
Cheren in walking towards the trail. “Abigail’s ears will keep us safe.”
A firm hand pushed against the small of my back, leading me away from Bianca’s
side. A turn of my head noted that it belonged to Lilith, and though she
continued to look at me coolly from when I pushed her to the ground, the
concern she demonstrated in keeping me safe coaxed a small smile from me.
“Okay Lilith. I’ll get going now.”
 
~
 
Danger laced the journey back to Nuvema. At Cheren’s suggestion, we navigated
our return through the forest; Cheren thought we would be too vulnerable
walking out in the openness of Route 1 and we agreed. There were numerous
hiding spots within the forest that we were forced to utilize, as Abigail’s
ears alerted us to encroaching pokemon on more than one occasion. But even her
heightened sense of hearing couldn’t keep us completely safe. Sometimes the
warnings came too late and we had to fight.
A group of pidgeys assaulted us, as did a couple of lillipups, and a lone
bidoof. They had all transformed: all naked, all hermaphrodites, and all
possessing an eerie attractiveness. Even in the thick of battle, the
fluctuating arousal that had persisted since our encounter with the watchog
continued to corrupt my thoughts. I did not know how pheromones worked but my
inappropriate, unyielding lust seemed to indicate that these new versions of
pokemon exuded powerful and enchanting secretions. And by the concentrated,
wanting stares I earned with every encounter, it also seemed like the target of
their desires were humans and not others of their kind.
Lilith and the others handled our attackers with relative ease though, and
fortunately none of the combatants proved too vicious. Professor Juniper had
taught me that pokemon usually tempered their attacks with invisible layers of
energy that safeguarded their blows and prevented fatalities – that’s why
pokemon like scythers rarely dismembered other pokemon, despite their razor
sharp blades - and while our opponents assailed us with an unnerving
desperation and aggression, their attacks did not draw blood like the watchog
had done to Abigail.
“We’re close.” Bianca pointed to what looked to be the fringe of the forest. “I
think I see houses past there. We’re home!”
Before Bianca could dash off to the forest’s rim, Abigail’s hand quickly
grabbed her arm and jolted her back.
“Hey!” protested Bianca, but Abigail’s vigorously shaking head warned her not
to proceed heedlessly. Bianca’s lips twisted into an expression of hurt but
ultimately submitted to Abigail’s cautions, and, tentatively, we each
approached the edge of the forest.
As we crept closer, I heard faint cries and screams echo from the direction of
our hometown, intermingled with bestial howls and caws that shivered my bones.
They grew clearer as we approached, and when we came near enough to the
forest’s edge to see past its obstructing trees, the sight before us almost
brought me to my knees.
Countless transformed pokemon swarmed about, chasing frantic humans or ganging
up on rebelling pokemon that were hopelessly protecting the town. Some of them
were merely incapacitated but others died before our eyes, violently and
rapidly dispatched so the assailants could return to pursuing the distraught
owners of those they had just murdered. None of the people we spotted ran for
very long, joining the throngs of others mounted and raped amidst the lifeless
bodies of their unconscious and freshly killed companions. They assaulted the
humans - some of which I recognized - with savagery and wicked desire, fighting
and shoving at each other off as countless needy cocks engulfed their victims,
brutalizing every hole and rubbing against any patch of skin they could
deprave. Accentuating the horrifying scene, a black cloud of harpy-like flying
pokemon twitched and convulsed above the town like vultures, sometimes swooping
down to pluck off prey to join the midair orgy. And what rattled me most
poignantly were the sounds our neighbors made. Their shouts and cries of duress
gradually morphed the longer they were abused, until the air became infected
with a symphony of twisted bliss.
Our once quaint town had descended into a perverse hell.
“Mom,” I whispered. Ransacked with shock and terror, I couldn’t muster any more
words while the atrocity further entranced my unyielding stare.
“No!” Bianca shrieked. “Daddy! Mommy!” Tears welled from Bianca’s eyes as she
made to break for the town in a fit of hysteria. Callu quickly stopped her with
a desperate bear hug from behind her back, but the way Bianca fought and
struggled to tear herself away, she would have likely escaped had Abigail not
joined to lend her strength.
“No!” she shouted again, as she surrendered to her knees in a fit of sobs.
I wanted to cry too, or run, or fight, or lose my sanity; my mom and all the
parents of my friends were undoubtedly being submitted to the depravity we
witnessed. Half the town’s pokemon were likely killed, and, in the back of my
head, the thought occurred that this was only the beginning. Whatever this
change was seemed to affect a substantial amount, if not the entirety of the
pokemon species, and I feared that other terrifying events just like this one
were taking place all over Unova. Suddenly I felt my fists start to clench on
their own as I turned to face the rest of the group.
“We need to save them!” I commanded. “Our friends and family are getting raped,
pokemon are dying, and we’re just standing here watching it all happen. This
isn’t right!”
Bianca glanced at me before she covered her eyes and continued to cry, and
Cheren kept his lost eyes steadied at the ground before his feet. Dismay and
panic encompassed the professor’s face, but she was the only one with enough
resolve to look me in the eye, though she struggled to formulate a reply.
“C’mon! What are we going to do, guys?!” I shouted again.
Professor Juniper moved her lips to speak, but before she could, Lilith
approached me and took my hands in hers. The contempt she regarded me with from
before had been replaced with a look of unshaken neutrality that opposed the
traumatized faces of the others, and she kept her gaze even with mine as she
gently pulled me away from the rim of the forest.
“What?” Like a root in the earth, I stood my ground. “Are you trying to get me
to leave?”
Lilith nodded and continued to try and guide me away.
“I’m not leaving them alone! You can’t be serious - I’m not abandoning my town!
I’m not abandoning my mom!”
“Hilda,” stammered Juniper. “I’m sorry but she’s right. If we try to fight
we’ll just meet the same fate as the rest. We’d be putting the lives of our
pokemon at risk too.” She walked to my side and placed a hand on my shoulder.
“We have to run. It’s the only choice that makes sense.”
“But, professor….” My voice trembled as the repressed droplets finally started
to trickle down my cheeks. “We can’t…it’s not right….”
I sniffed as the stream of tears quelled the flow of my words, until I couldn’t
open my mouth anymore without risking a sob. Lilith’s gentle pull succeeded in
uprooting my feet from the ground as I broke into a fit of hysterics. My eyes
burned with too many tears for me to see, but I felt Lilith’s arms cradle me in
an embrace and my arms latched around her in response. I didn’t know how long
we stayed entwined together with my head crying against her shoulder, but the
firm yank of someone tugging at my shirt eventually tore us away.
“We need to go!” commanded professor Juniper, dragging me further into the
forest. “They’ve spotted us!”
My neck twisted around to look back at the town and I caught a ravenous group
of poochyenas rushing in our direction. Part of me had lost the will to run but
Lilith joined the professor in pulling me away and suddenly I felt my feet
start to move on their own accord. My friends had already been summoned to
action by their pokemon and were running away, but adrenaline must of have been
flooding through me because soon I had passed them with Lilith matching my
stride.
Now all that laid before me were the predatory wilds, which I raced through
with empty determination.
***** Of Talking Pokemon, Cock Vines, and the Blossoms of Love *****
Chapter Summary
     Warning: This chapter will contain happy smut! Yay! And vines going
     in holes. Double yay!
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Somehow we survived the threats of the wilds, at least for the day.
The band of poochyenas was the only attention we drew at the fringe of Nuvema,
and though they eventually chased us down, our group fought back until all five
attackers were pacified and conked out on the ground. In the aftermath of the
attack, Professor Juniper suggested we head for Accumula Town. Accumula
possessed a much higher population and, if they were assaulted like Nuvema was,
they might have been able to withstand a similar outbreak.
Disorientation and exhaustion plagued my mind too much to think and I
mindlessly agreed to her plan, as did Bianca and Cheren. Nuvema and Accumula
were close neighbors and we could have made it there by nightfall had we taken
Route 1. However, traversing the woods had ensured our safety so far, and
though it demanded a slower pace, we chose safety over speed.
As night neared and we started looking for a temporary camp, it had already
been hours since Abigail’s ears even perceived a threat. It seemed like all the
pokemon had left their habitats and the thought crossed that they had all
rushed the cities, hunting for humans to corrupt. The apparent respite should
have rendered me relieved, the haunting scene at Nuvema had descended me into
paranoia and even the melodic chirp of birds made me jump, but all it did was
remind me of Mom and the home I was abandoning to a perverse fate.
With some small hope, I thought I might be able to reach Mom on the new
Xtransceiver she gifted me before I left the house, but my efforts were only
rewarded with the automated message of her voicemail box. The others tried to
contact their loved ones as well, and the professor attempted reaching out to
the police; however, no one had any success. It seemed like my fears were
confirmed: scenes like the one we witnessed in Nuvema were probably occurring
everywhere.
We eventually settled within a small cave near a natural garden of flowers. The
sweet aroma served as a temporary distraction to my troubles and the professor
remarked that it might help hide our scents from potential threats. As darkness
and stars filled the sky, a biting chill blanketed the air, which we endured
without a fire. Though the vicinity appeared vacant of danger, we risked
nothing that might compromise our position – even if the cave could shelter
most of the fire’s rays.
Dining silently with the others on the snacks our parents packed our bags with,
I tried to ignore the desirous glances Lilith seemed to slip me every second,
as well as the guilty arousal that would not go away. I was certain the pokemon
were warding off some kind of lust inducing pheromones now - no sane person
could feel like this after everything that happened today. My desire only
burned stronger until a part of me wanted nothing more than for Lilith to pin
me down and plunder my body with her vines. The urges unsettled me and the
thought occurred to return Lilith to her pokeball and end my torment, but
something stayed my hand, leaving me to stew in the concoction of conflicting
emotions.
After we finished eating, Cheren suggested we take shifts keeping lookout
throughout the night. Tired as I was, I knew slumber wasn’t coming for my
racing mind any time soon and I volunteered to go first. We exchanged a few
empty goodnights before the others disappeared within the pitch blackness of
the cave, leaving Lilith and I alone under the starlight.
For almost an hour we lingered wordlessly together; and although Lilith shared
the same soft patch of grass I sat on, I kept my eyes away from her, not daring
even a glance. She must have suspected that I was ignoring her - I gave her no
attention since we setup camp - and while my gaze stubbornly avoided her naked
form, I sensed her creeping closer to me as the minutes passed.
When her hand began to stroke my thigh, I was not surprised. I had anticipated
something like this since I offered to keep watch, and as her fingers continued
to massage my skin, I kept my body still and unreceptive. My reaction to her
advancements seemed to deter Lilith and her initial enthusiasm waned the longer
she tempted me, until my coldness discouraged her hand back to her side.
“Why not?” said a voice.
I gasped and sprung to my feet, twisting my head this way and that in a manic
search for the voice’s host.
“Me, idiot,” it spoke again.
The voice’s tone was feminine and only a level above a whisper, yet its
enunciations were so sharp and precise that I understood its message with
perfect clarity. It seemed to be becoming from the spot next to me, and after I
recovered from the initial fright, I realized who had been speaking.
“Lilith?”
Lilith nodded. “Yes.”
We exchanged stares for a long moment, her eyes attentive yet relaxed and mine
practically trembling with astonishment. Eventually she reached to grab my hand
and guide me back down to her side.
“Sit,” she commanded.
“You can talk?”
“No.” Lilith squinted and shot me a mocking leer. “Yes, of course.”
“But you didn’t talk before. Why didn’t you say something then?”
“I not - sorry - I didn’t try.”
“I don’t understand. Can all of you talk now? Is it because of the change that
happened?”
Lilith shrugged her shoulders. “I guess.”
My mouth hung slightly agape as my bewilderment forced me speechless once
again.
“Hilda,” said Lilith, jockeying me from my stupor.
“Sorry, my brain just feels like it wants to explode. I don’t know what to feel
or think anymore.”
“I know.”
“Is there a reason why you’re being so curt? You sound like you’re mad or
something – like someone got on your nerves and you want them to buzz off.”
“Yeah, you did.”
“I got on your nerves?! But why? Was it because I pushed you before? But you
were trying to do weird things to me in front of everyone! It’s not-”
Lilith smirked as she rested her hand back on my lap, halting my tumble of
words. “I was joking. Now shut up. You’re too loud.”
“Wait, seriously?” I scrunched my eyes at her and smacked her shoulder. “Jerk.”
“Stupid human.”
“You’re hilarious. I didn’t realize my pokemon was such a smart ass; I should
have stuck with my first choice and picked tepig.”
“Tepig is a dumb rock. You made the best incision.”
“Incision? You meant decision, right?”
“Yes. Talking is a little hard. I understand the words but choosing them –
using them – feels weird. It gives me a headache. I’ll get butter though, I
think.”
“You said butter.”
“Yes.”
“That’s the stuff you spread on toast.”
“No, sorry, I meant better.”
“Ah, that makes a lot more sense.” It took me a few seconds, but I caught
myself smiling for the first time since we helped rescue Professor Juniper. My
head throbbed from trying to make sense of everything, but being teased by
Lilith and watching her struggle to speak – as bizarre as it was – made me
happy for some reason.
“You know, I thought all of the pokemon just turned into mindless sex maniacs,
but I guess there’s more to this change than I thought. Talking to you is
actually kind of cool, and listening to you stumble over your words is pretty
adorable, too.”
“Adorable?” A tinge of red shaded over Lilith’s cheeks as she frowned. “Stop. I
am not adorable. And talking is okay but sex is butter…better.”
I laughed and rubbed a hand against the back of my neck. “Yeah, well, sorry. I
can’t help you there.”
Lilith pouted. “Why not?”
“Because it’s not right.”
“Not right? You’re just scared.”
“Well, yeah, I’m scared. I’ve never even kissed anyone before. And don’t you
think it would be a little messed up if I wanted to, um, do it after everything
that happened today?”
“No,” said Lilith flatly. “It might help you feel better. You want sex too,
yes?”
“Do not,” I stammered, hugging my knees into my chest.
“Bad liar. I feel it.”
“Feel it?”
“Yes. You wanted it all day. Like me. Like everyone now.”
I wanted to deny her – tell her she was wrong – but looking at the proud
certainty in her eyes, I knew she saw right through me. “But-but it’s not my
fault! You and all the other pokemon are doing it to us. I don’t know how but
that’s why.”
“I don’t know either. Before this, I never wanted sex. Now I want sex really,
really, really, really bad. Not like the wild pokemon.” Lilith shuddered. “They
are different and twisted – but still…” Lilith shifted closer to me, until the
sides of our bodies touched. “I want you so much, it hurts.”
“I, uh…I see.” My heart beat faster as Lilith snaked her hand around my waist
and pressed her naked body further into my side.
“Do I make you nervous?”
“No, I’m not nervous! You’re just making me uncomfortable – haven’t you heard
of personal space before?”
“I’m sorry,” said Lilith, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m just getting
you prepared.”
“Prepared for what?”
“For when I take your pussy, tonight.”
“C-cut it out!” I squirmed in Lilith’s clutches but she countered by holding me
tighter - a wicked smirk crossing her lips.
“So adorable. I’m not joking though – I’m very serious.”
“Lilith! That’s enough teasing. Geez, you’re such a weirdo.”
Wearing the same smirk, Lilith locked eyes with me for an uncomfortable dot of
silence before kneeling before me and forcing my bent legs flat to the floor.
“What are you doing?”
With her hands still weighing down against my knees, Lilith leaned closer until
our lips hung a breath away from each other. “We’ll start with kissing.”
“Kissing?! No way! You’re my pokemon – we aren’t supposed to kiss.”
“Relax, Hilda.” Lilith trailed a hand up my body to rest upon the center of my
heaving chest. It lingered there, feeling the pulses of my powerful heartbeat.
“Don’t be scared.”
“But…but I…I’ve never…and everything that happened today-“
Lilith hushed me as she pushed her hand against my chest with a firm yet gentle
force, guiding my back to lie flat against the grass. She straddled my waist as
she brought her fingers to run through the locks of my chestnut hair.
“So pretty,” she whispered.
My cells jittered with anxiety at each touch Lilith’s hands afforded me, and
even had I wanted to, my insides were doing too many somersaults to resist. But
despite my fluster, I didn’t want to move. Every stroke she bestowed coaxed a
silent gasp and tickled enticing surges down my spine. Her attentive red eyes
looked at me with unabashed wanting and her confident smirk teased me with
anticipations of affections yet to come. My eyes widened when they noted her
lips dip towards mine, but otherwise my stillness received her.
“Don’t push me away this time,” she said; her breath more intoxicating than the
scent of the flowers encircling us.
As the rhythmic beat of Lilith’s hot breath enraptured me, the thought occurred
that I had just been trying to suppress a similar fantasy only hours before. I
was supposed to be depressed, shocked, emotionally scarred, and distraught; I
was supposed to be grieving the loss of my mom, who I might never see again; I
was supposed to be quietly crying myself to sleep. But as I experienced the
desire in Lilith’s passionate eyes, the softness of her naked skin, the burn of
her lust...I could only tremble as the baser wants that had been building since
this morning laid siege to my reluctance.
“I…I won’t.”
Lilith formed her lips into an approving smile as she shut her eyes and closed
the space between us with a kiss. Even though I anticipated it, the spark of
our union shot electricity across my lips, soliciting a moan laced with
surprise, reluctance, and bubbling delight. My hands hesitated before I allowed
them to wrap around her slender waist, nails digging into Lilith’s skin as her
kisses grew bolder. With her fingers running through my hair, I felt her vines
slither up the insides of my white tank top, writhing over my stomach and navel
before they penetrated the protection of my bra. They coiled around the tender
flesh of my breasts and, from their tips, seeped a sticky liquid that tingled
flares on the skin they spilled upon.
I withdrew from Lilith’s kisses to ask what the liquid was, but I could only
inhale before her lips were tasting mine again and stealing my breath. Tugging
and squeezing at my breasts, her vines thoroughly slathered my chest with the
strange liquid, coaxing lewd moans to tremble from my throat that built with
the heat filling my core. With a sharp gasp, Lilith stopped her incessant
kisses.
“Do you like it?” asked Lilith.
“It’s a little scary but….” I blushed. “I like it. What is that stuff coming
out of your vines? It feels like my chest is on fire.”
“Good. And I don’t know. It’s something new from the change, I think.”
“Huh, that’s strange. I wonder what…o-oh. I, um, I have a theory. One thing I
noticed is that all the other pokemon seem to have penises now except for you.
Well, maybe...maybe yours are just different.”
“Hmmm…” Lilith wore an inquisitive look before twisting her lips back into
their usual smirk. “Smart human. Maybe you’re correct. Let’s find out.”
Creeping down to my waist, Lilith’s hands began to work at my short-shorts
until she unbuttoned them and pulled them down past my knees - my panties
descending with them.
“Oh wow.” I shivered as a breeze of cold air whipped against the wet folds of
my freshly exposed pussy. “You’re not wasting any time, are you? I thought
maybe we could take it a little slower?”
“Nope,” responded Lilith, whose hands now busied with removing my vest, tank
top, and bra.
“This is my first time though,” I protested as Lilith struggled to unhook my
bra before tossing it casually to the side. “Shouldn’t we at least make out a
bit longer before…before, y’know?”
“So? It’s my first time too. You said you liked it.” One of Lilith’s vines
slithered down between my legs, rubbing against my puffy lips while layering
them with a slick coat of vine juice. “And your pussy wants it.”
“Lilith!” I gasped. The new layer of wetness the vine spread against my naked
cunny sent eruptions through my folds - making my whole body writhe against the
ground. “What is that?! Some kind of aphrodisiac? You’re going to drive me
crazy!”
Between the heat of my lust and the vines’ carnal secretions, my veins filled
with a desirous fervor that drove my cunt to grind shamelessly against the cock
vine still tempting its lips. My hesitations started to slip, one by one, from
my mind as the painful want infused my core like a profound itch desperate to
be scratched. Through winced eyelids, I witnessed Lilith’s smug smile widening
while her stare drank up every twitch of my quivering figure, until my pert
nipples beckoned her fingers to pinch and tug at them.
“What are you doing?” I asked between whimpering moans. “Stop toying with me.”
“Not until I make you bag.”
“Bag?”
“Beg.”
“Oh…oh! Fuck you!”
Lilith giggled as she clamped her fingers tighter around my nipples, eliciting
a squeal. I hated her audacity and her smug superiority; and if the maddening
lust hadn’t reduced my body to a mess of spasms, I might have clocked her in
the jaw. But beyond the spite, a part of me secretly relished the way she
played with me and carelessly brushed aside my hesitancies. She gave me what I
was too ashamed to admit I wanted, and as her second cock vine rose to gloss
its sweet liquid against the crease of my mouth, I felt myself giving in.
Without uttering a word, I established my submission by opening my mouth and
allowing the vine to probe between my lips. The pre it ceaselessly dribbled
tasted like sex, mint, and honey, and electrified my tongue like nothing I had
ever tasted. I needed more and my lips pursed hard around the thickness
invading my mouth as my hand gripped the untended length outside its
boundaries, pumping and sucking as much of Lilith’s tasty nectar as I could.
“Good human,” cooed Lilith, her voice quavering.
From the lusty haze of my vision, I noted her sharp red eyes begin to glaze;
and the pinch of her fingers against my nipples relaxed the longer I slurped up
the juices slipping like a stream from the tip of her cock vine. The sight of
Lilith’s descent into a sensual stupor beset my spine with a wave of
satisfaction, spurring me to take more of her between my lips, until the vine’s
head tickled my tonsils. Between the intense pre drizzling down the back of my
throat and the girth straining my jaw, I almost choked, but eventually I paced
the breaths through my nose and relaxed my throat enough to let the vine slip
in and out of my mouth with relative ease.
“Hilda? What’s happening?”
Besides the vine pistoning in and out of my mouth, it seemed like every part of
Lilith’s body steadily weakened as she struggled to sit straight up from her
position atop my waist. Her breasts swelled with the increasing vigor of her
breathing and her lowering eyelids grew heavier and strained, as if the desire
infusing her body had become painful, somehow. Witnessing Lilith’s steady loss
of control triggered a primal switch inside me. I would have grinned if I
could, but I opted to demonstrate my approval by driving her deeper into her
discomposure; bobbing my head up and down her cock vine with renewed
enthusiasm, until it twitched and clenched between my lips.
“Hilda~!”
A copious blast of cum rocketed down my throat, widening my eyes. My reflexes
worked to push the erupting vine out of my mouth but it rebelled and lodged
itself even deeper, spraying ropes of hot spunk inside me. Futilely, I
attempted to drink down as much of it as I could, but its stream surged like a
fire-hose and soon the seething fluid amassed along my tongue, swelling my
cheeks. I struggled to breathe as Lilith continued to flood me with her orgasm,
almost losing my senses before she mercifully withdrew.
The vine’s removal heralded a deluge of cum that gushed upon my breasts from my
open mouth. I sat up as the thick, white fluid continued to spill down my chin
- coughing and heaving for air while more haphazard shots splattered across my
face from the wicked orgasm. With my hand still clutching the throbbing cock
vine, I redirected its barrage so I could recover, using my other hand to wipe
away the sticky residue that desecrated my face. Gradually, the pulsing throbs
subsided in my grip as both mine and Lilith’s violent breaths started to
soothe.
“Hilda?” Lilith murmured. “What happened?”
“You came,” I said, as another fit of coughs possessed me. “A lot.” Removing
the last bit of cum clinging to my chin with my hand, I groped Lilith’s breasts
and wiped the remnants on her yellow skin.
“That was an orgasm?”
“Yeah. What did you think was going to happen? You said you wanted to test my
theory. I think we can say I was right.”
“Is that much…normal? It was so intense.”
“Why are you asking me? I told you I’ve never done stuff like this before. You
were the one acting so confident; I thought you would know more than I would.”
Gazing at her parted lips and her stunned eyes, I couldn’t help but smirk.
“That was all bravado then, huh? You’re just as naïve and clueless about this
as I am.”
The expression of awe that had dressed Lilith’s eyes flickered away upon my
assertion, making her scoff. “It wasn’t bravado. I just have confidence, unlike
you.”
“All that confidence and you only lasted, like, a minute. I don’t think that
orgasm was normal, but I definitely know one minute is pretty pathetic.”
Lilith glared at me before taking my nipple and twisting it hard between her
fingers.
“Ow, ow, ow! Stop! That freaking hurts!” Fighting through the pain, I reached
for both of Lilith’s nipples and retaliated with the same attack, causing her
to stop and squeal.
“Hilda! Stop! That does hurt – stop! I’m sorry!”
I let Lilith suffer a little longer before releasing her from her torment with
a giggle. “Can’t handle what you can dish out, can you? So my pokemon isn’t
just a smart ass - she’s also a little bitch.”
“You’re…you’re so mean!” Lilith huffed as she attempted to push me away;
however, I wiggled through her resistance and ensnared her in a snug embrace –
edging her back to sit a little further down my thighs.
“I’m just teasing you. Sheesh! You are really adorable.”
“Stop calling me that!” Lilith struggled to relieve herself from my hold, but I
persisted.
“But you are, even with your cock vines and your lust inducing pheromones and
your super cum blasts. I thought you changed, and I guess you did in some ways,
but I just realized something: you’re still the same pokemon I chose from this
morning. I Remember I was so set on going with tepig but then I saw you trying
so hard to play it cool. Your tiny arms were crossed with your neck turned to
the side, wearing that stupid little smug smile, like you were the hottest
pokemon in town and you knew it. It was so ridiculous that I couldn’t stop
myself from giggling – you looked absolutely silly. But then your eyes – your
eyes would keep wandering to me as I tried to decide who to choose. Whenever I
would catch you, you would get all flustered for a second before snapping your
head away, trying to play it off like it never happened. But you kept on doing
it! It must have happened three or four times - it was the cutest thing I ever
saw. You gave me no choice but to pick you.”
Lilith had long stopped her struggles since I started to divulge my first
memory of her, and as I unfastened my arms and broke from my hug, I noted her
pale yellow cheeks had submerged into a deep red.
“Aw, you’re blushing.”
“I want to die."
I laughed. “See, this is why I chose you. When you were coming onto me so hard
and acting all bold, I forgot this side of you. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it
was kind of hot and I honestly really liked it – but this is the pokemon I fell
in love with. Underneath all that silly false superiority and bravado, you’re
just a tender little insecure cutie-boots that wants to be loved.”
“I’m…that’s not….” The already deep blush Lilith wore intensified and, from the
corners of her eyes, I noted trembling droplets starting to dew.
“Lilith.” I reached my hand up to cup and caress her cheek. “Are you crying?”
“N-no.” Her voice trembled as she snapped her neck away and raised a finger to
wipe at her eyes.
“That’s so sweet. I didn’t know you were a mush ball too.”
“Master!” Lilith shook her head. “Hilda, stop!”
“You just called me master! Now you need to stop or else I think I’m going to
die from all this cuteness.”
All Lilith could do to reply was relent an aggravated whimper. Her arms crossed
tightly into her chest, as if they were trying to protect her from further
attacks of embarrassment, and her two front teeth bit down on her bottom lip in
a vain attempt to stay its trembling.
Despite her profound discomfort, I beamed from ear to ear as I watched her
squirm under my gaze; and soon the desire to wrap her vulnerable body up in my
arms became too great and I seceded to the impulse.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I know this probably just makes it worse, but you’re too
precious. I couldn’t help myself.”
Lilith tensed in my embrace, but slowly her body allowed itself to relax. Her
crossed arms unfolded between our bodies and her hands crept down the sides of
my abdomen, eventually entwining behind the small of my back. Atop my shoulder,
she rested her cheek, allowing her lips to press gentle kisses into my neck.
“Master,” she whispered into my skin.
Her unguarded affection tickled my whole body with an enchanting buzz; innocent
yet rekindling my passion for her. Our naked forms united together so
intimately that I could feel the pound of her heartbeat under my skin, and the
kisses she continued to bestow my neck were like cuddles to my soul. I couldn’t
imagine such a pure experience was possible, tonight of all nights, but the
prior fear, shame, and distress were abandoned now as I continued to hold
Lilith in my arms. However, yet another sensation gripped me the longer we
clung to each other – an evolution of the lust I experienced throughout the
day. It inspired me to gently break our embrace and guide Lilith’s chin up so
that her gaze leveled with mine.
“Master?”
I responded with a kiss to her lips, savoring her softness before pulling away.
“Do you still want to continue?” I asked. “I’m up for it. My body is still
burning from that weird vine pre-cum you spilled over my breasts, but that’s
not all. Something feels different now - like it’s not just my body that wants
you, if that makes sense.”
“I….” Lilith hesitated. “I do. And I know what you mean. I feel different now
too.”
“Okay, good.” I smiled. “Be gentle this time though – I almost choked before.”
“I’m sorry, the desire was just so strong I-.”
“No, it’s okay. I liked it and it might be fun to get all aggressive like that
again – but not now. Now I want to play with that nice, tender side of you: the
one that protected me so well in the forest and let me cry in your arms when I
needed to break down. Plus, if you don’t go so fast, maybe you’ll last a little
longer this time.”
“Oh, shut up with that. You were being so nice too.”
“I’m just kidding! I don’t really care, anyway.” I reassured Lilith by stroking
my hands up and down along her hips. “Now scoot off and lie down. My thighs are
sore from you sitting on me for so long – I want to be on top this time.”
Lilith breathed a cute huff. “I should make you earn it.”
“Oh yeah?” I said, leaning my lips into Lilith’s neck. “Well what if I earn it
with a thousand little kisses?”
Pressing my lips into Lilith’s slender neck, I navigated a trail of deliberate
kisses down her collarbone and back up towards the underside of her jawline.
“That-” stuttered Lilith. “That can work.”
An awkward gulp vibrated from her throat as I started tending to the other side
of her neck, before moving up the ridge of her regal jawline to suckle at her
earlobe. The attention her ear received elicited a breathy moan from Lilith’s
lips, beckoning me to increase my affections. I responded by tracing my tongue
to slick along the contours of her ear while alternating between tender nibbles
and kisses. She squeezed me closer to her and I felt her heartbeat escalating
as she leaned backwards, pulling me along until I lied atop her with my knees
resting between her legs. My hands drew to her breasts, cupping the supple
flesh between my fingers and kneading them as gently as my eagerness would
allow, while my lips worked their way back to Lilith’s mouth.
We made out passionately, sending moans shivering down each other’s throats
with every smack of our lips. My tongue slipped into her mouth and joined with
hers, dancing and battling with heightening fervor as I straddled her knee and
ground my pussy against her thigh. It smeared warm beads of lust across her
leg, pleading to be loved with every drip; and when I felt the cool smoothness
of Lilith’s cock vines coiling up my thighs, I nearly came from the
anticipation.
They crept with trepidation, slowly slithering along my skin with far less
confidence than Lilith had demonstrated before. Every inch they traveled made
my insides quiver; and as they drew nearer and nearer to my dripping cunny, my
focus started to slip until just kissing Lilith’s lips demanded all my
concentration. The vines’ arousing pre seeped from their tips once again,
leaving swirling wet trails spiraling up my thighs. The passion they ignited
flared twice as intensely as before, and when I finally felt the tip of
Lilith’s vine grazing against my slit, my body tensed as I unleashed a powerful
shudder down Lilith’s throat.
“Lilith,” I squeaked, breaking away from her lips. A quake of tremors gripped
me, making me bite my lip and arch my back as surges traveled up and down my
spine.
The mere brush of Lilith’s cock vine against my folds had delivered me to
climax.
My cunny smothered against the vine, suctioning along its thick length and
lathering it with my wetness. Lilith’s cheeks flushed harder as she gawked at
me from underneath my moaning, twitching form; but the pleasure was too great
for me to warrant a care about my lewd display. Carnal sounds continued to
usher from between my lips while I rocked my pussy against the stunned cock
vine, until the sensation passed and I recaptured my breath.
“Fuck,” I breathed. Despite my embarrassment, I couldn’t restrain a giggle upon
appreciating Lilith’s awestruck features.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I answered her with a kiss. “More than okay – you haven’t even done anything
and you’re already driving me crazy. That vine pre, or whatever it is, dials
everything up to level eleven. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
“That’s how I felt when I came before too. Is that normal?”
“I don’t think so. I’ve never messed around with anyone before, but it’s not
like that’s the first orgasm I’ve ever had. They all felt really good, but none
of them were like that.” I thoughtlessly lined my tongue between my lips.
“Do…do you want try putting it in, now?”
“S-sure,” Lilith stuttered. “I’m not going to break your mind if I make you do
that again though, right?”
“I think I’ll be okay. Just do it slowly. The only thing I’ve ever put inside
me like this was a little vibrator I found in my mom’s nightstand, and it
wasn’t as thick as your vines.”
“A vibrator?” repeated Lilith. “I haven’t heard of that word before.”
“Don’t worry about it. I kind of stole it from her before I left the house this
morning. I can just show you what it is another time, maybe.”
“Alright.” Lilith hesitated as her gaze lingered on my face. “I’m going to do
it now, okay?”
“O-okay. Just remember: be gentle.”
Lilith nodded silently as her arms squeezed a little tighter around the back of
my waist. Though Lilith kept to her word, the thickness of the vine’s tip
spreading my folds seemed even more intimidating as it gradually slipped inside
me. The girth of it challenging my pussy felt more than snug, and I winced in
pain once the full thickness worked its way inside.
“Am I hurting you?”
Catching the concern in Lilith’s eyes, I forced a smile. “A little – you’re
pretty thick. Don’t stop though. Just keep on going slow.”
I leaned down and kissed Lilith’s lips, alleviating her worry as she resumed
her gentle plunges into my sex. Pleasure tempered the pain of her size,
allowing me to withstand the discomfort of the vine stretching my pussy until
the feeling became more and more bearable. The streaming pre aided my wetness
in slickening the cock vine, in and out; and its tantalizing effect heightened
with every pump, until the pain completely subsided in place of a scorching,
damp heat. The occasional gasps of pain I murmured twisted into needy moans,
and my hands clawed into Lilith’s shoulders as my hips started to rock in
motion with the penetrations filling me with greater and greater pleasure.
“More,” I whispered. “You can go deeper.”
With my consent, Lilith’s vine pushed further into me, tempting my limits and
stuffing my pussy. Each penetration was like a shot of ecstasy into every one
of my nerve endings, and as Lilith speared deeper, her rhythm increased. Fire
burned beneath my skin, evaporating the sweat that glossed over my body in the
shine of the moonlight. The brisk air had been overtaken by the song of heavy
breaths, smacking lips, and sultry moans; and soon the lust conquered my mind
as well, descending me into an erotic mist with thoughts of only pleasure and
Lilith.
“Lilith,” I whispered, worshiping the name.
The call summoned her other vine to unravel around my leg and explore the rest
of my body, tugging and pulling at my tingling flesh without prejudice. Her
viselike grasp pressed me into her so intimately that our breasts smothered
together, forcing our pert nipples to brush and tease against each other while
lust writhed my body over her form. My fingers lost themselves in the cascading
emerald of her hair as her yearning lips massaged mine, and soon the threat of
another climax roiled within the walls of my thoroughly loved cunny.
Somewhere in the thick haze of passion that secured my mind, a sobering speckle
of disbelief birthed. It was as if all the built up desire overtook my mind so
completely that it banished my consciousness outside my body to take the role
of a specter. I witnessed the one vine pumping in and out of my pussy, the
other groping along my shapely backside, Lilith’s winced eyelids, the curled
toes of our bare feet playing against each other, the way the sweat covering
our bodies sparkled with every motion…and the insanity of it all gently
approached me.
Within the span of sixteen or so hours, the world had undergone a carnal
apocalypse, my dreams of becoming an elite pokemon trainer had been crushed, my
hometown had become overrun with violent, hyper sexualized pokemon, and I was
displaced, moaning underneath the night sky with a cock vine delivering me to
ecstasy as I made love to my beautiful, talking snivy.
I couldn’t hope to process it all, and in a strike of obliterating pleasure,
these thoughts dispersed as I felt myself crash back into my body.
Suddenly I experienced Lilith’s thick vine spasming between my folds, the needy
whimper of her breath, the fluttering eyelids obstructing my vision, her toes
digging against my ankles, the contractions futilely trying to squeeze out the
throbbing cock vine swallowing me into a terrifying orgasm, the silent scream
trapped in my throat, my brain – entertaining an invasive thought that wondered
whether or not this could impregnate me before melting into a puddle of bliss.
My bones quivered as Lilith’s rocket of white, hot cum splattered against my
insides, burning through the aching euphoria that was my pussy walls and
tantalizing the blood in my veins. Within moments, my whole core has been
filled with spunk that drooled out over my peeking clit. My fingers clenched
fistfuls of Lilith’s hair: it must have hurt, but the way her wide eyes looked
back at mine, it was as if she no longer knew pain. I still couldn’t scream so
I kissed her, and suddenly my throat relaxed as the muted cry hummed between
our lips. More and more warmth filled me up and my hips bucked with every new
infusion of Lilith’s seed, loud moans shouting down her throat all the while
until, finally, I felt her slip out and I realized my climax had subsided.
The silence between our gasping breaths lulled my limp body into a lazy calm.
My skin slicked with sweat and dotted with splatters and strands of sticky cum
– once hot and now cooling from the cold night. Lying atop Lilith in a mixture
of various bodily juices felt disgusting in a bizarre, beautiful sort of way;
and I wondered whether or not there was a nearby stream to wash off some of the
residue of our encounter. My fingers had relaxed in the mess of Lilith’s
emerald hair and my head lied against the grass with my lips almost tickling
her ear.

Silent and still, we rested like this until the heat in my body died down,
leaving me to cling tighter to Lilith for warmth. Lilith reciprocated, and with
little space between our naked bodies, I felt shivers snaking underneath her
skin.
“You’re cold,” I whispered.
Lilith turned her neck to meet my gaze, her eyes sober and alert, having lost
their lusty haze.
“I’m fine. Just keep holding me.”
“I can do that.” I leaned forward to kiss her lips and was rewarded with an
additional embrace – her vines curling underneath her arms which were already
secured around my waist.
“Did you like it?” asked Lilith.
“Do you seriously have to ask? I loved it. It was like going on a roller
coaster for the first time. At first I was scared, but now that I actually did
it, I just want to do it again and again and again.”
“Good.” Lilith smirked. “I knew I would get you addicted to me.”
“I see your ego has returned. Y’know, you’re a lot more endearing when you let
your insecurities show.”
“Too bad. You made me embarrass myself once – I’m not letting it happen again.”
“Yeah, whatever.” I poked my tongue out at her. “That just means I’ll have to
work harder to turn you into a mush ball again. I’ve seen the sentimental cutie
hiding underneath. You can’t fool me anymore.”
Lilith sighed but I held my stare and, before long, her lips were curling into
a reluctant smile.
“I hate you,” she said.
“You love me,” I replied, as our lips joined into a tender kiss that lasted as
long as our breaths would allow.
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***** Reflections on the Sex Apocalypse *****
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“Hilda…Hilda, wake up.”
My eyes flickered open to find Bianca looming over me and nudging me awake. It
was still night and Lilith’s sleeping body remained snuggled against my side.
The sight of our naked bodies intimately linked spelled the obvious, but I
probably should have been more embarrassed than I was. The fatigue from the
emotional day and the sex Lilith and I had made it difficult to feel too
concerned under the scrutiny of my friend.
“Sorry, we’re a pretty poor lookout team, huh? Good thing you were awake.” A
yawn slipped from my lips as I gently removed Lilith’s arm from off me and
staggered to my feet.
“Whatever. Could you put some clothes on now?” The chilled tone of Bianca’s
voice reminded me of the cold that had seeped into my bones during my slumber.
“Right. Just give me a second.” Shivers started to plague my body as I slinked
around in search of my clothes. Lilith’s fluids had long solidified and stuck
to my skin, and the realization that I was creeping around naked before my best
friend while caked in saliva, sweat, and cum finally made my cheeks blush with
a more appropriate shade of embarrassment. My attire scaled closer to skimpy
than substantial, but when I finally redressed myself I breathed a sigh of
relief. I was a little warmer and at least I was decent again.
“There. Sorry you had to see that.” I paused and gently kicked the grass under
my feet. “So I guess you know what happened.”
“I was outside the whole time. I could have watched if I wasn’t busy shielding
my eyes.”
“You were? Well, that’s not totally embarrassing or anything. You should have
said something.”
“I didn’t want to interrupt.”
An awkward silence crept between us as my eyes shifted underneath her icy
stare.
“Are you mad? Do you want to talk about something?”
“I’m fine. Go take your snivy and go back to sleep in the cave. It’s two
o’clock – my turn to keep watch.”
“Wait, what were you doing outside? And where’s Callu? Is she sleeping?”
Bianca closed her eyes and took a deep breath before speaking again. “Callu is
inside her pokeball. I couldn’t sleep, so I went outside to spend some time
with you. Then I saw what you and your pokemon were doing.”
“Ah….” Another bout of silence roused between us. “You’re mad at me for doing
that, aren’t you? Don’t lie. I know when you’re mad; we’ve known each other
since we were little. You might be more subtle about it than I am, but it’s
still obvious to me.”
“Don’t worry about it. Just go back to sleep.”
“Bianca, just say what’s bothering you. I’m not going to drop this until you
do.”
“Fine. You want me to be honest? I think it’s really messed up that you had sex
with your pokemon. I don’t care if they look like us. I don’t care if they can
all talk now, or whatever. It’s just wrong. Especially after what happened back
at Nuvema, I can’t believe you did those things with one of them.”
“I mean…” I stalled from the contempt singing from Bianca's eyes. “I don’t
blame you for feeling that way – I can’t really believe I did that after
everything we saw in Nuvema, either. They’re doing something to us though –
playing with our biology, I think. Despite all the horrible things that
happened, I felt so turned on all day. When Lilith came onto me I tried to
resist, at first, but I was only kidding myself. I wanted it just as badly as
she did.”
I waited for a response but earned none. The contempt in her eyes had been
replaced with a distant look and she turned her head away from my direction,
tilting her chin up to search the stars.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” I asked.
Bianca didn’t reply, but eventually her head nodded slightly, although her eyes
still veered away from mine.
“Then you understand why I did it. And look, I know they’ve changed but I don’t
really think they’re all that much different than you might think. Yeah,
they’ve physically transformed and there’s the whole talking thing, but their
personalities are still the same: they’re just sex crazed now, and that’s not
their fault. When I was talking to Lilith, she had the same personality she did
when she was a pokemon. She was arrogant with a false sense of superiority, but
underneath all that she was really endearing and sweet. It matched up with my
perception of her from before, when she was just a regular snivy.”
“So?” said Bianca.
“So, what I’m saying is that they’re not evil or twisted. I don’t know why the
wild ones seem more aggressive. Maybe they’re just feeling the effects of
whatever happened more intensely? But I think that they’re still the same
pokemon from before. Yeah, they’re really attractive now and they’re probably
doing something to us to make us lust after them so hard, but I don’t think
they’re doing it consciously. Besides...connecting with Lilith that way was
really nice. I actually enjoyed it and I think we wouldn’t have gotten so close
if all this didn’t happen.”
“So what?” snapped Bianca, anger refilling her eyes as she glared at me again.
“Are you saying that this is a good thing? That things are better now that our
town is overrun with perverted monsters? That you actually like having sex with
your freaking pokemon?!”
“Settle down! What if the wild ones hear us?”
Bianca huffed and crossed her arms, but when she spoke again, she did so in a
sharp whisper. “Who cares? Sooner or later it’s going to happen to us too, if
not from them then from our own pokemon. You saw what was happening to all
those people back at Nuvema. They were enjoying all that sick stuff that was
being done to them. They’re brainwashing us into sex slaves - the only
difference between our pokemon and the wild ones are that they’re not pinning
us down and doing it by force.”
“Bianca,” I murmured. “What’s gotten into you? I know things are really scary
right now, but I’ve never seen you act this way before. How can you even say
that I like this? I wish it never happened. This was supposed to be the
beginning of our great adventure. I’ve been dreaming about this day since I
knew what a pokemon trainer was and now it’s turned into a living nightmare. I
don’t have a hometown any longer and I might not ever see my mom again…maybe
things will go back to normal someday, but who knows what the fuck is
happening? I hate this just like you do but all I was trying to say was that
something good came out of it. That’s all.”
“Well I think what she did to you wasn’t good at all. You would have never
acted this way before – you were even more nervous about your first time with
someone than I was. If they’re really playing with our biology than how can you
trust them? They kept us safe through the forest, sure, but all they really
care about now is having sex with us. Lilith corrupted you.”
“She did not!” The boom from my voice made Bianca flinch. The outburst even
took me by surprise, and I forced myself to reign in my creeping anger before
allowing myself to speak again. “Look, my emotions are a little all over the
place. I didn’t mean to yell. But you’re wrong – Lilith isn’t corrupting me
like you think she is. She would never hurt me or do anything bad to me. I
think she really cares about me, and so do all our pokemon. Look how they’ve
been protecting us. If they really wanted to, they could have forced us to do
whatever they wanted, but they haven’t. If anything, they’re our greatest hope
in all this insanity.”
Bianca shook her head, but she no longer regarded me with scorn. “Cheren and
the professor were doing the same things that you were.”
“What? You mean…?”
“Yes. That’s the real reason I came out here. I heard them making weird sounds
in the dark. At first I wasn’t sure what was happening. The noises were brief
and kind of hushed. But then Callu….” Bianca shuddered. “Callu started touching
me too. I put two and two together and realized the same thing was probably
happening to Cheren and the professor – only I didn’t give in. It was harder
than I’d like to admit but all I kept thinking about was Nuvema, about mom and
dad…. I wouldn’t let myself be twisted like all those people. So I forced Callu
back in her pokeball and stormed outside – that’s when I saw you...and her.”
It was hypocritical, but the thought of Cheren and the professor having sex
with their pokemon unsettled me. To me, Cheren was the epitome of calm, cool,
and collected, and the professor had been my biggest role model and secret
crush since I was a little girl. To imagine them giving into their baser needs
tainted my perceptions of them, even though I had just done the same thing.
“I guess I kind of understand where you’re coming from, now,” I said,
scrunching my lips and drifting my eyes to the ground. “Trying to picture
Cheren and the professor doing something like that…even though the same thing
happened to me, it’s still hard to believe. It just seems so out of character.”
“Yeah,” said Bianca. “It’s like everyone around me is becoming a different
person. I didn’t know that I could feel more alone after today, but when I
heard what Cheren and the professor were doing…and when I saw you….”
“You must feel like you’re the only one trying to hold on to the way things
were before.”
“Something like that.”
I could barely feel the cold now and as Bianca and I stood before each other, I
turned to run my eyes over the flowers surrounding us. It was eerie the way
they glowed like ghosts under the pale light of the moon – totally different
than how warm and inviting they looked while bathing in the sunlight. They were
blanketed in a shade of mystery now and their sweet aroma was sharpened by the
cold. The fact that they appeared even more beautiful than they did in the
daylight only added to the strange sensation they instilled. How something
could seem so familiar yet so incomprehensible, alluring yet unnerving.
“I guess it’s not so different, though.”
“What?” questioned Bianca.
“I don’t know. Even though things seem like they’re spinning out of control, I
don’t really feel like I’ve become a different person. Some things have become
more intense, like my desire, but I’m still Hilda. I think Lilith is still
Lilith. I’m sure Cheren and the professor are still the same people, too. We’ve
just been thrown into a scenario we’ve never imagined we’d be in before. Things
have changed, but I don’t think you have to worry about us losing ourselves.”
“Maybe you’re right…but it’s kind of hard to believe you right now. Those
people back in Nuvema sure didn’t seem like they were the same as before. I
would never make the noises they made, not while being violated among all those
carcasses.”
“Yeah…” I kind of hated Bianca for bringing me back to that moment, but I did
my best to shake the image out of my head. “But let’s not even think about
that. The point is that our pokemon haven’t done anything to harm us so far,
and I don’t think they ever will. It might seem weird to say, but I enjoyed
making love with Lilith. That doesn’t mean you have to like what I did, but I
hope you can at least respect my decision. One thing I promise you is that I
won’t change too much: we’ll always be best friends, Bianca, no matter what.”
“I’m not sure how much of a decision it was, the way they seem to be
manipulating our attraction.” Bianca smiled weakly. “But I’ll try. Believe it
or not, I feel a little better. I think it’s just good to know that someone
else can see where I’m coming from. I’m sorry if I seemed like I was angry at
you. It’s not really you it’s just…everything.”
“I totally get it. Now come here.” I drew Bianca in and wrapped her in my arms.
“I know things are tough, but we’ll get through this. Just remember, we’re all
on your team.”
“Thanks, Hilda. If I had to stick it out through a pokemon sex apocalypse with
anyone, there’s no one I’d rather want by my side.”
“Hah. I’m not sure how I should feel about that...but thanks.”
“Aww, how sweet," cooed Lilith.
Bianca and I jumped in our embrace, heads twisting around to face the voice’s
host.
“Lilith!” I hissed. “Damn it, you scared the crap out of me. How long have you
been awake?”
Languidly, Lilith removed herself from off the grass and stretched her arms up
towards the stars, standing upright as she did so. “A while: long enough to
hear your friend’s concerns about me. She’s right, you know. I am going to
corrupt you.” Lilith smirked as her eyes wandered up and down Bianca’s body.
“Maybe I’ll corrupt her too. Callu couldn’t do it but I bet I could.”
I punched Lilith in the shoulder. “Knock it off. I know you’re only joking, but
you’re really not helping right now.”
“Joking?” repeated Lilith, enduring the punch without so much as a flinch.
“Who’s joking? The big, bad, naughty pokemon really is going to turn you both
into her mindless sex slaves, what with her intrusive vines, magic pheromones,
and wicked desire.”
Bianca and I returned Lilith’s jests with a pair of cold, unamused stares,
which only succeeded in deepening her smirk.
“Fine, I’ll stop. I just think it’s funny this one is so scared of me.”
“I have a name,” said Bianca. “Now just leave me alone. I was starting to feel
better before it woke up.”
“It,hm? If evil, lecherous monsters like me actually had souls, you would have
hurt my poor feelings. Now I definitely have my sights set on you.”
Before things could escalate, I yanked Lilith by the wrist and pulled her a few
steps away from where Bianca stood. “I apologize on behalf of my jerkpokemon. I
promise she doesn’t mean anything by it. I was going to offer to stay up with
you, but I doubt you’re in the mood now.”
“I’m really not,” replied Bianca.
“Yeah...I understand.” I looked at the pout on Bianca’s lips and felt my own
lips form into a frown. “Sorry that happened. I’ll see you in the morning, I
guess? Just promise me you’ll be safe out here. Shout if anything happens, even
if it’s just a bad feeling.”
“Sure,” said Bianca, turning away from me and crossing her arms.
After a few seconds ticked by, I averted my eyes from Bianca and headed towards
the cave, withdrawing my hand from Lilth as we approached it.
“You really were being a jerk.”
“I was joking. Your friend was the one who took things so seriously.”
“Well, if you were listening to us like you said you were, you would have known
why she felt the way she did. She didn’t have the greatest opinion of you and
the other pokemon, and that was before you had to open up your stupid mouth and
make it worse.”
Lilith stopped before the entrance of the cave. “You’re mad too?”
“That wasn’t obvious?” I asked, turning to face her. “You pissed off my friend
for no good reason. Of course I’m mad at you.”
“But I wasn’t being serious. You know that.”
“Is that supposed to make it any better? You still upset her.”
“Well she needs to get over herself. It’s not easy for us either – we never had
to deal with these urges before. We just had sex and I already want to do it
again. Imagine how Callu feels, shut up in one of those disgusting balls and
punished for acting on desires she can’t control.”
“I understand, but still….” Like they had minds of their own, my eyes started
to wander over the contours of Lilith’s naked figure. “So, you want to do it
again?”
Lilith smiled. “You do too? I thought you were mad at me.”
“I was – I still am, a little. But…” The heat in my body started to rise,
thawing the frost from my bones and coaxing me to take a step closer to Lilith.
“Fuck, I’m a horrible friend for wanting to do this after how angry you made
her. I don’t want to do it in the cave though, in case the others are
sleeping…or awake, for that matter.”
“We can try and be quiet.” Lilith bridged the gap between our bodies, moving
her hands to the sides of my waist. “That might be fun.”
I bit my bottom lip. “Tempting, but no. Is Bianca looking over at us? Let’s
sneak somewhere else.”
“Who cares if she is?” Taking me by the hand, Lilith lead me away from the cave
and towards a nearby growth of sunflowers, their petals wilted slightly and
sleeping under the darkness. “Behind the flowers. Follow me, my little slave.”
“Shut up. You’re terrible.”
“You’re being just as bad.”
She wasn’t wrong, so I kept my mouth shut as Lilith whisked me away behind the
sleeping patch of sunflowers, where she began to undress me once again.
Chapter End Notes
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***** The Starly Trio Attacks! *****
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“Action time, Hilda.”
“Again?” I mumbled, elbowing away the tip of the foot trying to jostle its way
into my side. What was this, the fourth, no, fifth time? “Sleep is important
too, I can’t keep doing it forever.”
“No, not that,” said Lilith, a note of condescension in her voice. “Your
friend’s in danger.”
I shot up from our secret spot behind the sunflowers, morning's light stinging
my freshly opened eyes. Help,I heard from the area near the cave. The voice
belonged to Bianca and it rattled with panic.
Springing to my feet, I battered my way through the stocks of sunflowers and
paved a path to where Bianca’s voice rang, the pats of Lilith’s footsteps
following closely behind me. Upon reaching the clearing, we made it in time to
witness Bianca fleeing towards the cave just as a large talon crushed into her
shoulder. A trio of harpies had descended upon her: flying pokemon with snow
white skin, grey and black wings, and bird-like feet forming below the mids of
their thighs. Another human, a young and, by the looks of it, unconscious girl,
was already dangling in the clutches of one, and the remaining two were busy
trying to subdue Bianca’s struggling body long enough for them to lift her off
her feet.
“Bianca!” I shouted, diverting their attention. “Lilith, use leer!”
Two vicious beams of light shot from Lilith’s red eyes, unsettling the pokemon
long enough for Bianca to escape their hold and stumble into the cave. Now
Lilith and I were posed with a different problem: three predatory bird pokemon
who were shaking out of their stupors and flapping their wings in our
direction.
I froze. They were coming fast and my courage was sinking from me quicker than
a ship full of holes. These were flying types - three of them. Lilith was at a
clear disadvantage. My brain worked itself into a nervous debilitation, and as
I panicked, the trio covered most of the distance between us.
On her own initiative, Lilith moved in front of me, guarding my body with her
own. Flashes of green lights blinked from her hands as she flicked her wrists,
shooting two brilliantly glowing leaves at the oncoming attackers. Both hit
their target, one slashing across a pair of eyes and sending their host
crashing to the earth.
The word ‘Nice’slipped through my lips on its own accord when I noted the two
remaining pokemon were shifting their bodies and readying to charge. I beat
them to it, diving into Lilith’s back just before they launched themselves at
her and forcing us against the ground. I felt the tip of a talon’s claw graze
through my hair, but otherwise we avoided the attack.
“I would have taken care of it,” muttered Lilith as we quickly scrambled to our
feet and faced the flying pokemon. They glided over the patch of sunflowers and
circled back in our direction, preparing for another strike.
“You’re welcome,” I said under my breath. “Think you can wrap a vine around
that one’s leg and yank it to the ground? We’ll worry about the one with the
girl last.”
Lilith nodded as a vine wriggled out from underneath each of her yellow
collars. She waited till the pokemon were closer and extended her vines. Her
target attempted to out maneuver them, but momentum was already working against
her and Lilith’s tendrils soon ensnared the ankle of one of her talons, coiling
around tightly as she whipped the pokemon’s body hard against the earth.
Her target lied motionless next to the other downed assailant, who still
writhed against the ground while clutching at the eyes Lilith’s razor leaf had
lashed. Only the pokemon with the girl remained, but despite her encumbrance,
she squared her shoulder at Lilith’s jaw and knocked her over. Lilith retained
consciousness but was slow to rise, and though the attack had unsteadied the
pokemon, she was not shaken enough to cease her flight. Breaking in the
direction opposite the cave and climbing higher through the air, our opponent
attempted to escape.
Without thinking, I ran and lunged for the dangling legs of the knocked out
girl, just managing to clasp my fingers around one of her ankles. My weight
hindered the ascent of the bird pokemon and she furiously flapped her wings as
she battled to break her prey free. The gusts of air her wings shot back were
sharp and powerful, and their force slashed against my face like ethereal
blades. I couldn’t hold on for much longer and I felt my fingers start to pry
loose, digit by digit.
“Ember!”
“Swift attack!”
A small fireball and a barrage of sparkling stars blasted into the back of the
struggling pokemon, forcing her forward and sending the girl and me toppling to
the earth along with her. I heard the desperate footsteps of Cheren, the
professor, and their pokemon pattering behind me, and as soon as my senses
recovered from the fall, I quickly crawled over to the still unconscious girl’s
shoulders to undo her kidnapper’s hold.
My efforts proved unnecessary: the attack and the crash that followed were
enough to unfasten the pokemon’s talons. The bird pokemon groaned and blinked
her eyes as she woozily attempted to rise from her place, but she was quickly
swallowed in a flash of red light and captured in the confines of a pokeball.
“Hilda, are you alright?” The professor rushed over to me and knelt by my side,
with Cheren following closely after her. “Your clothes…nothing happened to you,
did it?”
“My clothes?” I repeated before realization struck.
 I was naked.
Events proceeded so quickly, I completely forgot my clothes were still lying
crumpled somewhere behind the sunflower patch. My cheeks burned as I attempted
to articulate a response, covering my breasts with my hands and pressing my
thighs tightly together.
“I’m fine,” I stammered. “Nothing bad happened. I-I just slept like this.”
“We had a little fun last night,” said Lilith, stealing over to where I knelt
and perching her chin on my shoulder, her arms wrapping around the diameter of
my waist. “From what I understand, Hilda and I weren’t the only ones.”
Much to my embarrassment, Lilith seemed to be having no trouble articulating
herself any longer. Her words seemed to elicit a similar effect from Cheren and
the professor, although unlike me, their red cheeks were intermingled with
perplexed expressions.
I began to wish that Lilith had never learned to speak at all.
“She can talk?” asked Cheren.
“Obviously,” said Lilith, nodding to Blaze. “Why? The tepig hasn’t yet? I guess
that makes sense. She always was a little slow.”
Blaze, who stood next to where Chen knelt, returned Lilith’s remark with a
glare and a pout. She crossed her arms tightly against her buxom chest and I
swore steam fumed out of her slight, swine-like snout. She opened her mouth as
if to speak, but all that drew from Blaze was an unintelligible, throaty
squeak. I might have thought her antics cute, if I wasn’t so embarrassed.
“I rest my case,” said Lilith, crafting a smirk that caused Blaze to fume
literal emissions of fire from her nostrils. For a moment, I thought she was
going to tackle Lilith to the floor, but Cheren quickly placed his hand on her
leg and pacified her rage.
“Don’t let her get under your skin, Blaze. Calm down.” With a final huff, the
fire ceased to breathe from Blaze’s snout, although her eyes remained burnt
into Lilith’s.
“Master…” The unfamiliar voice made me flinch. It sounded high-pitched and
squeaky, and after the group of us turned our heads to determine its source, we
discovered the voice belonged to Abigail.
“Abigail?” whispered the professor. “You too?”
“I think…yes.”
The revelation caused the professor’s lips to part in an expression of
bewilderment. Cheren looked almost as astounded, although Blaze’s existing
annoyance only appeared to heighten at the realization that yet another of her
peers could talk.
“I don’t even know what to say. This is all so surreal,” said the professor.
“I felt the same way when Lilith started speaking to me last night. It makes
your brain hurt, I know, but I got used to it pretty fast.” My eyes drifted to
the unconscious girl lying before my knees. “Maybe we should talk about it
later though. There’s still this girl we need to take care of, and those
pokemon over there will be getting up again before too long.”
The professor nodded her head, although it took her some time to pull her eyes
away from Abigail. “Right. Which reminds me…” Digging into her large pockets,
the professor pulled out a pair of red, rectangular devices, handing them to
Cheren and me before searching through her pockets again for a handful of
minimized pokeballs. “Here. In all the chaos, I forgot to give you these: your
pokedexes and pokeballs. I’m not sure how much use the pokedex will be now, but
the pokeballs obviously still work. I caught this one, so why don’t you both go
over there and catch the other two while Abigail and I see what we can do for
this poor girl? I don’t know if wild pokemon will listen to you after being
caught any longer, or if they’re even safe, but at least we can capture them to
make sure they don’t harm us again.”
I had Cheren hold onto the pokeballs for me while I scampered my naked body
behind the sunflower patch, Lilith teasing me all the while.  After finding my
clothes and dressing myself, I returned to where the two incapacitated pokemon
once lied. Cheren and Blaze lingered in the spot now, and only one of the prior
bird pokemon remained: the one attacked by Lilith’s razor leaf.
Now that she no longer posed a threat, I noted how unimposing she really
looked. She was slender and small, at least a few inches shorter than my
unremarkable height. Her body had curled itself into a fetal position while her
hands still covered her eyes, and the youthfulness of her skin depicted her as
someone no older than I. As I analyzed her, I felt a strong arousal begin to
kindle inside of me, but I shook it off before it could seduce me into a daze.
The alluring auras pokemon exuded didn’t appear to be going away anytime soon.
“You caught the other one, I’m guessing?”
Cheren nodded. “Check this out.” He flipped open his pokedex and pointed it in
the direction of the injured pokemon. I craned my neck over to view the screen,
which materialized a picture of a bird pokemon whose name I had trouble
recollecting. The picture was what it must have looked like prior to the change
and soon the robotic voice of the pokedex broke the silence.
“Starly, the starling pokemon. Because they are weak individually, they form
groups. However, they bicker if the group grows too big. Though small, they
flap their wings with great power.”
“A starly, huh?” I murmured. “It sounds familiar. It seems the pokedexes still
work, after all.”
“Apparently. And starlies are native to the Sinnoh Region, but large amounts
have recently started migrating to Unova. Of course, I wouldn’t have expected
someone like you to know that.”
Before I could reply, Lilith butted into our conversation. “Such a smart boy.
If only all that knowledge could translate into something useful – like
training his woefully inept tepig, for instance.”
Blaze shot a death stare at Lilith and suddenly threw a punch at her, which
Lilith nimbly sidestepped. She would have continued her assault on Lilith if
Cheren and I hadn’t interjected: Cheren gripping his arms around Blaze’s waist
while I stepped in between the two.
“Lilith, that’s enough!”
“Settle down, Blaze!”
With a sharp snort, Blaze wriggled out of Cheren’s grasp and stomped away,
while Lilith merely smiled as she watched her rival storm off in the direction
of the cave.
“Lilith, what the hell? Why do you have to be such an instigator?”
“Please. I was standing up for you. Your friend made a verbal jab at you and I
paid him back in kind. I didn’t force his pokemon to react so brutishly.”
“Well, you didn’t have to demean Blaze while you were at it. Besides, Cheren
was only joking – we poke fun at each other all the time. If you would have let
me talk instead of butting in all of a sudden, you would have realized that.”
Lilith frowned. “What do you take me for? Of course I knew it was a joke. You
should be getting upset at him for not training his pokemon well enough –
attacking me like that.”
I sighed and slapped my palm against my forehead. “What am I going to do with
you? I should have listened to the professor when she warned me that snivies
were hard to train.”
“Really? That’s how you respond? The least you could have done was shown me
some appreciation for trying to be good to you. I could have just said nothing,
or better yet, left you to try and defend against those starlies by yourself.
If this is how I’m going to be treated, maybe that’s what I’ll do the next time
we’re attacked.”
Our eyes bore into each other so intensely that it felt like sparks were
igniting between us. Now I wanted to punch Lilith in the face.
“Stop,” said Cheren, his voice firm, yet subdued. “She’s right. I don’t
appreciate her making fun of Blaze like that, but Blaze shouldn’t have attacked
Lilith, either.” Cheren turned to face Lilith directly and bowed. “I apologize,
for me and on her behalf.”
“Thank you,” said Lilith, relaxing her tensed shoulders slightly. “At least
someone knows how to treat me with respect. Maybe you would have been a more
suitable trainer for me. We snivies are so difficult, after all.”
It shouldn’t have, but Lilith’s snide remark evoked a pang of jealously that
boiled my blood, and I opened my mouth to retaliate before Cheren quickly
interjected.
“You’re welcome. Now let’s put this behind us. There’s still the matter of
Hilda catching this starly.” Cheren reached into the pocket of his blue blazer
and handed me the five minimized balls he had been keeping for me. “Now catch
it while it’s still down.”
“Thanks,” I grumbled, turning away from Lilith as I received the balls. I
trained my focus on the starly and made sure not to so much as glance in
Lilith’s direction. I felt that if I looked at her again, my anger would only
erupt tenfold. However, as I prepared to toss one of the pokeballs, I caught
sight of something slick and purplish in color. It was hard to tell with the
way she guarded her eyes, but it appeared to be blood and it dripped below the
protection of her hands. I stowed away the pokeballs into my pink satchel and
eased my way over to her head, kneeling down next to it.
“She’s hurt,” I said.
“I would certainly hope so. That was kind of the point of me attacking her.”
It took some restraint and a long, deep breath, but I managed to refrain from
snapping back at Lilith. “I meant badly, I think she’s bleeding.”
Gently, I rested my hand on the Starly’s shoulder. Her skin jumped underneath
my touch; otherwise, she remained as she was – curled into a ball with her
hands pressed against her eyes. From my new perspective I could see that she
was, indeed, bleeding. A lot by the looks of it. Dark purple continued to seep
down her cheeks, dripping sideways down her face until the blood tainted the
black hair bunched behind her ear.
“Hey, little thing. My name’s Hilda. Can you move your hands away so I can see
what happened? I want to help. I promise I’m not here to hurt you.”
The starly remained unresponsive, so I gradually started to push her hands
away. She resisted at first, but after some gentle persistence, she reluctantly
peeled her hands from her eyes.
I gasped upon my discovery: a long horizontal gash stretched the width of her
face, tilted sideways and slashing across her left eye. Fresh blood drenched
the entire area, still flowing from the brutal wound. Her uninjured eye
struggled to pry open against the blood that had caked over it, so it settled
to return my mortified stare with a meekly raised half-lid.
“Lilith!” I shouted, searing a glare in her direction. “You did this? On
purpose?!”
The horror and rage that reverberated from my words must have caught her off
guard – her usual sharp tongue pulled no wit and her bottom lip trembled more
noticeably the longer my eyes sank into her.
“Well?!”
“I was just trying to protect you. If I held back on my attack-”
“I don’t care! You could have killed her,” I said, cutting her off. “That would
almost make you as bad as the ones at Nuvema – worse even. You still have the
presence of mind to restrain yourself. Don’t everdo that again!”
The tremble from Lilith’s lip appeared to send tremors through her entire body
as water teared over her eyes. Seeing her so visibly distraught tinged me with
remorse, but it wasn’t enough to pacify my anger. I understood what the
starlies meant to do to me and that Lilith was trying to defend me – that
didn’t give her the right to risk killing them, though.
Without a word, Lilith fled off and I returned my focus to the injured starly,
paying no heed to where she went. Cheren joined my side now and together we
assessed the wound, discussing how best to treat it. Despite my mom packing my
bag with a small first-aid kit, I didn’t know the first thing about treating an
injury as gruesome as this one. Thankfully, Cheren proved more competent than I
in that regard, and soon he was issuing me instructions on how to patch up the
gash. It took some time for the bleeding to stop and applying the disinfectant
made the poor starly mewl in pain more than a few times, but we were finally
able to clean and bandage her to the best of our abilities.
 I considered capturing it once we had finished, but ultimately decided against
it, for now. While it proved difficult to decipher the starly’s thoughts, she
didn’t seem like she had any intention of harming us any longer; and judging by
the way her unbandaged eye rested on me - even after we were finished - I got
the impression that she might have appreciated our help.
“There! You’re all mended up now. Lilith shouldn’t have done that to you, but
you shouldn’t have attacked us either.”
The starly relented a weak cry and then frowned – either because she was
remorseful of her actions or saddened by her inability to produce the sounds
she had once been able to. I wasn’t sure.
“Aren’t you going to capture her?” asked Cheren.
“Maybe later - I think we’re safe with her. Besides, Bianca has that potion in
her bag – it might help this cutie’s wound heal faster if we applied it now.” I
turned back to the starly and offered my hand out to her. “Do you want to come
follow us back to the others? I have more medicine to give you. You just have
to promise me that you’ll be on your best behavior, okay?”
The starly nodded and smiled faintly before extending her winged arm and taking
my hand with the end of her feathery limb, allowing me to pull her back onto
her feet.
“Interesting,” muttered Cheren. “All the wild pokemon we’ve encountered up
until now have come off like mindless savages. I wasn’t sure it was possible
for them to act this way.”
“I’m a bit surprised myself,” I said, braving to withdraw my grasp and stroke
my fingers up and down the length of the starly’s back. “Maybe not as much as
you, though. After getting to know Lilith, I already suspected that the pokemon
kept their former personalities. I think it’s all that lust they have now
that’s making them act so aggressively. The wild ones just seem to be more
affected by it.”
As if to prove my point, the starly’s flaccid cock twitched between her legs
and she groped the tip of her wing over my ass.
“Easy tiger,” I said, reclaiming my grip on her adventurous hand and drawing it
back to my side. “Best behavior, remember?”
“Hmmm…. Maybe that’s the case, or maybe you just have a disarming way with
them. Perhaps I should call you Hilda: The Perverted Pokemon Whisperer.”
I laughed. “I think I’ll pass on the title. Now come on, let’s go check on the
others before our new friend tries to feel me up again.”
The starly, Cheren, and I made our way back inside the cave. We found Bianca
there, joining the professor and Abigail in doting over the body of the still
unconscious girl; and Blaze seemed to have gotten over her foul mood as she was
now scavenging through Cheren’s satchel, pulling out the snacks tucked inside
and gobbling them up. She was the first to note our arrival, and when her eyes
met Cheren’s, she blushed and returned the half eaten apple in her mouth back
to its place. Cheren reacted with a quiet sigh.
“Like children,” I heard him say under his breath.
Twisting my neck this way and that, I searched the cave for Lilith to no avail.
She was not here and a pool of concern began to spread inside me. Was I too
harsh with her? Where did she go? In the meantime, a yelp from Bianca unhinged
me from my train of thought. She was pointing at the starly and recoiling
backwards, towards the wall of the cave.
“What’s itdoing here?” she shouted with her eyes fixed at the bandaged starly,
as if expecting the pokemon to answer on her own behalf. 
“Don’t freak out – she’s not a threat anymore. She was injured really severely.
Cheren and I did the best we could, but I wanted to bring her in to treat her
with that potion you have.”
“Why isn’t it in a pokeball? It just tried to attack us. How do you know it
won’t try something again?”
The starly’s feathered hand began to tremble in my grasp. Bianca’s scrutiny
must have been making her nervous and it didn’t help that all the eyes in the
cave were trained on her, as well. I squeezed her arm and pulled her in a
little closer to my side, giving her as comforting of a glance as I could
muster before confronting Bianca again.
“Look, I know how you must be feeling, but since we patched her up the only
thing she’s been is friendly. It doesn’t seem right to just shove her in a
pokeball if she’s not trying to attack us. We just want to use your potion.”
Bianca narrowed her eyes at me before digging inside her bag and throwing the
potion at my feet. “Fine. There you go.”
A part of me wanted to scream at Bianca but I restrained myself. Despite
learning her thoughts after last night’s conversation, I expected her to be a
little more grateful after saving her, but her hate for pokemon seemed to be
growing with every hour and I doubted yelling at her would resolve that. I
grabbed the potion from off the ground and led the starly to sit against the
nearest wall.
Based on the sharp cry from the starly, the sting of the potion hurt worse than
the disinfectant, but its effects were miraculous. The slash healed before my
eyes, stopping any lingering bleeding and turning the gash’s appearance into
something far less grisly. Her injured eye - which had been sealed shut from
the cut - was able to flutter open now and the pain that strained the starly’s
features gradually dissolved.
“There, now I can see both your pretty brown eyes.” I smiled at her. “We won’t
be needing that bandage now. The gash left a scar but that’s okay. I think it
makes you look pretty cool, actually.”
Rummaging through my bag, I pulled out a small makeup mirror and presented
her reflection, which she curiously gazed at for a few moments before her lips
shaped into a grin. She made a happy noise that sounded like something close to
a cawand draped her wings around me, pulling me into a tight embrace as she
showered kisses along my cheek.
“You’re welcome,” I muttered between fits of giggles. “Now cut it out – that’s
enough with the lip service!”
After the starly finished bestowing her affections, she settled back against
the wall of the cave, her hands (if you could call them that, they looked more
like feathered mittens, with their thumbs being the only discernible digits)
resting on my lap.
“Soooo,” I said before pausing to nibble at my lip.” I was just going to catch
you, but I figure it’s more respectful to ask: Do you want to be a part of my
team? Even though things have changed, I promise to help you get stronger and
to love you and care for you as best I can. What do you say?”
It was weird. It felt more like asking a girl out on a date than trying to gain
an ally, and a pit of nerves formed in my stomach upon the prospect of
rejection. However, I had little time to be anxious because, as soon as the
words left my mouth, the starly eagerly nodded her head up and down and
swallowed me up in another hug.
“Good,” I said, returning the embrace. “I was worried you would say no. Is it
okay if I call you Zephyr? Do you like that name?”
Zephyr cooed in approval as she continued to clutch to me, her hands beginning
to creep down my back until they groped over my ass.
“You have thing for my butt, don’t you?” I whispered.  Breaking from the hug, I
grabbed Zephyr’s hands and pulled them back to her lap, eliciting a
disheartened mewl from her.
“Not now,” I said, hesitating before leaning into her ear and lowering my voice
to a hush. “I know you have urges though. Don’t worry – I’ll take care of those
eventually, too. I promise.”
I slipped my hand between Zephy’s legs and gently squeezed my fingers around
her shaft to show her what I had in mind, making her quiver in pleasure as I
playfully flicked my tongue against her ear. Twenty-four hours ago, I would
have never believed I could be so forward, but the night spent with Lilith had
obviously unlocked a side of myself I never knew. The pokemon were not the only
ones suffering changes, so it seemed.
Quickly rising to my feet before Zephyr could get too excited, I found the eyes
of the professor watching me. Did she see what I was doing? I fidgeted
underneath her stare but soon her lips curled into a warm smile that soothed my
nerves.
“Impressive. I thought the wild ones might be untamable, especially without the
help of a pokeball, but you’ve coaxed her into a happy little puddle of love.”
“It was nothing, really,” I said, blushing while trying to withstand the
professor’s praise. “She’s probably just grateful I helped patch her up.”
“Even if that’s the case, I’m still impressed by you – and not just because of
that. You and Lilith handled the attack well. Three on one and Lilith almost
defeated them single handedly. For a new trainer, that’s really exceptional.
You two must already have a strong bond.”
“Yeah….” The scene of Lilith storming away on the verge of tears flashed across
my mind. “Do you know where she is? I haven’t seen her in a while.”
“No. Last I saw, she went off with you.”
Worrisome thoughts took my mind as I regretted ever having yelled at her. She
might have ran away and the thought of her in danger, or worse, gone forever,
sent sickening nerves to eat at my insides. I wanted to dart out of the cave
and scream for her, and I almost did, but an unfamiliar groan gave me pause as
the body of the unconscious girl began to stir.
“She’s waking up,” said the professor, as everyone’s focus turned to her.
The girl had curly blond hair and long bangs that peeked out from under a
peculiar turban made of red, floral patterned scarves. She seemed younger than
me, probably by a couple years, and I watched her as she propped herself on her
elbows and fluttered open her blue eyes. She scanned the room, lingering on
each of our faces, before doing a double take upon glimpsing over Zephyr’s
countenance. The sight of the starly shot her eyes wide open, and she opened
her mouth as if to scream before her body collapsed back to the floor.
“Your starly made her faint," scolded Bianca. "Do you really have to keep it
out like that?”
“Bianca-,” interjected Cheren.
“What is it Cheren?”
“I know this situation is trying all of us-,”
“Yes, it is.”
“But can you get the stick out of your ass?”
The remark stunned me, but it was nothing compared to the disbelief Bianca now
wore. Cheren rarely cursed - even the professor appeared taken back.
“I know she attacked you but the starly is not a threat any longer,” he
continued. “Let it go.”
I expected Bianca to retaliate after recovering from her stupor, but instead
she became visibly upset, getting up and shoving past me as she exited the cave
– tears welling in her eyes.
Cheren rubbed his fingers to his temples and sighed before chasing after her,
Blaze quickly getting up and following behind. Now Bianca was distraught too,
but at least Cheren wasn’t leaving her to herself. That was more than I had
done for Lilith….
“I need to find her,” I said, beginning to turn and make my way out of the
cave.
“Wait,” demanded the professor. “Everyone is just getting upset and leaving me
all at once.”
“Sorry professor, I wasn’t trying to abandon you or anything. It’s just that
Lilith’s gone.”
“You don’t know where she is?”
“No,” I confessed. “We got into a bit of a fight and I yelled at her, then she
ran off. I’m worried.”
“Then here – take Abigail with you while you look for her. She’ll help you find
her and steer you away from danger.”
“But what about you? You’re in this cave all by yourself, then. It’s not fair
that you’re the only one left responsible for that girl.”
“I think I’ll be safe. Besides, Abigail’s not the only pokemon I have. I’m more
worried about you and the others. We were attacked this morning: that might
mean that there are other wild ones nearby. You need to be careful out there.”
“Okay…I promise I’ll be quick. Thanks professor, and sorry about all this.”
“You have nothing to apologize for – tensions are running high for us all.
Believe me, even though it might seem like I’ve done a good job of keeping my
cool, I’m feeling it just as much as each of you. Now go find Lilith. I don’t
think she could have wandered too far. Snivies are notoriously proud - she
probably just got upset and didn’t want anyone else to see her dealing with her
feelings.”
“I hope you’re right,” I said, taking my leave with Abigail and Zephyr at my
side.
***** POV Juniper: Underneath the Lab Coat *****
Chapter Summary
     Trigger Warnings: Non-consensual, Sexual Molestation, Somnophilia
     (kind of), and Lolicon (depends on your definition of lolicon. No one
     is prepubescent, but this chapter still might trigger some people.).
     Also, while not exactly a trigger, I'll just say this: if you have a
     small cock fetish, this chapter will make you really happy. If you
     don't like small dicked futa monster-girls, move along.
     With that, I hope you enjoy this slab of delicious sacrilege!
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     the way a character looks, so please don't let them inhibit your
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The relative quiet of the cave twisted my bones with frustration. Left alone,
only the rhythmic breathing of the sleeping_girl penetrated the air, like wisps
seducing my ears and enticing my eyes to drink her vulnerable form.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have put up such a responsible facade over the past twenty-
four hours. I wanted to be a rock for the others - I couldn’t show weakness.
They might feel even worse about our predicament if they witnessed their mentor
being rattled by all this insanity or giving in to the carnality that tempted
us at every turn. But keeping up my act merely whittled my willpower faster. I
wasn’t even doing a good job of it: try as I did to be quiet, the pleasure
Abigail submitted me to last night was too great to suppress, and the lewd
noises she extracted managed to drive poor Bianca out of the cave.  Cheren
surely heard me as well, and I him: the swapping of spit, the squelches of
Blaze sucking his cock, the paced breaths laced with discomfort and relish
while she took him from behind. Even Hilda knew now and she was the last of the
three whom I wanted to uncover my guilty secret – or ‘not-so secret’, as it
was.
Despite this, I kept appearances. It was easier to pretend it never happened
and, beyond Hilda’s impish snivy, the others seemed just as willing to do the
same. However, now I was no longer sure how wise of a decision that was. Bianca
regarded me with such coldness when she assisted me with the unconscious girl
and it was apparent that I had lost the trust and respect she had once shown
me.
And now I was growing distrustful of myself as I discovered my hand groping
over the small breasts of the sleeping girl.
I was ashamed for thinking her so lovely. So petite and nubile, she must have
stood more than a head below me, and the tightness of her black tube top left
nothing of her lithe figure to my imagination. As I moved my touch from her
breasts to her arm, I experienced the smoothness of her fair skin – tender and
lissome as my fingers trailed from her shoulder to the velvety underside of her
forearm. The more I tended to her, the more enchanted I became, and soon I
imagined stripping her of her boots and the puffy yellow pants she wore, my
desirous curiosity beckoning me to expose every inch of her suppleness. Though
the starlies who almost captured her surely did so to fulfill their sexual
appetites, I found no evidence she had been violated – no torn or desecrated
articles of clothing. Perhaps they were waiting to take her to their den before
they indulged; and perhaps I should be the one to….
Realizing my fingers were tugging at the fringe of her pants, I recoiled and
stood up, removing myself from the girl’s vicinity to the deepest end of the
cave. Shallow as its depths were, it put some distance between us. Her body
still called to me, though, clearly visible as it rested within the morning
light that permeated the arena.
Horrified with my lack of self-control as I was, I couldn’t place the entirety
of the blame on the current crisis. Though my desires had undoubtedly
intensified because of the strange sexuality infusing and transforming the
world as I knew it, inappropriate attractions like the one I experienced now
were not entirely new. They had almost cost me my career when Fennel caught me
bent over my desk with the tongue of one of my pupils burrowed into my pussy.
The frightened girl escaped the room faster than a ninjask lit ablaze and
Fennel was on the verge of notifying her parents before all my crying, pleading
and groveling dissuaded her.
I’m still surprised Fennel and I lasted as long as we did, after that.
Despite the disaster that was our eventual split, I never acted on those wants
again. It was more challenging than I would have cared to admit: being a woman
of some status and fame, I’ve attracted a degree of veneration, especially
among the impressionable teenagers I mentored. Sometimes that veneration
transformed into something more, as it had done with Hilda.
The clumsy attraction of teenagers was always easy for me to spot. I smiled
inwardly whenever I caught Hilda ogling me and when her face would flush after
handing her some innocent compliment. Those compliments eventually lost their
innocence, however, and soon I made a game of making Hilda’s cheeks turn red.
On a few occasions - usually after an intense day of research when my
inhibitions were loosened – I intentionally tried to solicit Hilda’s arousal:
whether it be by way of bending over as I reached for a paper I ‘accidentally’
dropped or touching her thigh with a caress that teetered on the boundaries of
friendly and suggestive, all the while wearing an innocuous smile and an air of
oblivious professionalism.
Maybe it was wrong – toying with Hilda as I did never left me with a clear
conscious and most of my reasons for mentoring her were noble and out of
genuine care. But in those moments when my lust got the better of me, my little
games allowed me to blow off steam that might otherwise threaten to exploit
Hilda’s attraction for me in other, more unethical ways.
But here there was no Hilda to tease, and even if there was, the desire to take
advantage of this defenseless girl proved so discomforting that restraining it
almost drove me to tears. I had to do something fast, else I would engage in an
action I would later regret.
Masturbation wouldn’t suffice – my body demanded the intimacy of another – and
as I anxiously ran my fingers through my hair to spur on my thoughts, the
visage of the starly I had just captured manifested in my head.
Without hesitation, I reached for her pokeball and drew it out of my lab coat,
nearly summoning her on the spot before the last remnants of my caution forced
me to a pause. The others might be back at any moment, and although Hilda had
seemed to succeed in taming her wild starly, who’s to say mine would react in
the same way? Although kept from the public, it was common knowledge among
researchers that pokeballs manipulated the psyches of pokemon. The Silph
Company would never admit to it (I could only imagine the backslash) and while
most pokemon did desire to be trained and loved by a capable trainer, we more
than suspected that pokeballs brainwashed pokemon so that they would better
serve the trainers who caught them, at least to a degree. Perhaps these new
anthropomorphized pokemon would respond to capture the same way; for the most
part, Abigail and the starters seemed to have our best interests at heart. But
they were captured before everything went to hell and it was possible the
pokeball’s mental manipulations would lead to consequences I couldn’t foresee.
An uprising of lust washed through my veins and alleviated me of any second
thoughts. Whatever the outcome might be, I was willing to bare it – trying to
weigh consequences was no longer a possible task in my state. I summoned the
starly and, after a burst of light flashed in the shape of her form, she
materialized before me.
The chaos of her moment of capture had me forget the smallness of her stature.
She appeared slightly shorter than Hilda’s starly, and certainly shorter than
the girl who continued to sleep. Her breasts were perky and modest, adorned by
pleasant pink nipples – hard and begging for fingers to pinch them – and the
curvature of her hips completed a slender hour-glass shape that shortened my
breath. The jet black feathers dressing her wings matched the color of her
long, wispy hair, and her eyes were amber, almost glowing with hunger as they
leered back at me with the same yearning I must have regarded her with. Most
provocative, between her legs rose an adorable, little girl-cock – powder white
like the rest of her skin and beckoning my lips to pucker around it and slurp
it up.
I smiled at her and drew a step closer. She looked so cute and delicate, yet
brimming with base sexuality. And familiar - the cute simplicity of her facial
features reminded of someone…the seduced pupil who Fennel had caught me with a
decade or so ago.
“Sophie,” was her name. “That’s what I’ll call you.”
As we stood gazing at one another, I began to undo the buttons of my lab coat,
one by one, until it drifted to the floor, joined quickly by my panties which I
also slipped off. My encounter with my newly acquired watchog bereft me of most
of my clothes and made undressing a simple matter, a fact appreciated by
Sophie, who wasted no time in taking my breasts in her soft, feathery grasps.
In the smallness of her hands, my large tits seemed even more generous, and as
I watched her tugging, squeezing, and smothering them with eagerness, I cradled
the back of her head and brought her lips to one of my nipples – puffy and
sensitive with arousal.
Unskillful as her affections were, her primal zeal more than compensated. So
forceful and ravenous were her sucks, kisses, and flicks of her tongue, that
she nearly rammed my back into the rock wall behind me as she indulged. Her
little hands continued to get lost massaging my breasts, and the wet slurps,
sucks, and laps of her lusty tongue echoed through the walls of the cavern.
While being forced into the hard wall bruised my shoulder blades, her
aggression excited me to new heights, and I moaned and gasped as I nourished
her sexual appetite.
Withdrawing her lips with a lewd ‘pop’, she repositioned her head and devoured
my other nipple in her mouth. She tended to me with even greater vigor now, and
her lips greedily sucked at my nipple as if she were extracting milk from it.
With the back of her head still cradled by my hands, I started to stroke my
fingers through her hair, which solicited her amber eyes to turn up and meet my
stare, glazed by her unadulterated passion.
“So good,” I cooed. Though her eyes received me with attentiveness and want, my
utterance did not distract her lips from their puckering and slurping, nor did
it deter her hands from their thorough molestations.
“You’re sucking mommy’s tits so nice – what a horny little girl you are.”
Although Sophie seemed unaffected by my role-playing, the fantasy brought me to
a shudder and magnified the pleasure she so readily submitted me to. I craved
more, and drifting my hands to her slender waist, I gently guided her to switch
positions. Now Sophie’s back pressed against the cave’s hard wall and, with
some effort, I withdrew my nipple out of her mouth and knelt before her, until
my gaze leveled with her cute cock.
It twitched under my scrutiny and her eagerness tried to force it inside me,
grabbing each side of my head as she smothered it against my sealed lips. The
heat of its desire tinged like spice and the slippery pre smearing against my
skin almost spellbound me to abandon my game and pucker my mouth around it. But
somehow I managed to resist and stave off Sophie’s attempts by grabbing the
smoothness of her thighs and pressing her firmly against the wall.
“Naughty girl! Is that how you treat your mommy?” I scolded while trying to
battle the smile that threatened to compromise my act. Thinking I was upset,
Sophie mewled apologetically, although her hips still tried to buck themselves
free of my clutches.
“If you want mommy to suck your little cock, you have to say my name. You can
speak, can’t you? Say ‘Mommy’.”
Sophie pouted as she stared at me, frustration shooting from her eyes, but I
maintained my stern demeanor and did not flinch under her disappointment.
Believing I would not back down, she relented another mewl before trying to
move her lips to pronounce the words. A few unintelligible sounds came out, but
she made impressive progress. Uttering her first ‘Ma’ encouraged her and after
a few more attempts, she advanced to ‘Mom’ and finally….
“Mommy.”
My lips curled into a smile and I crept my fingers to stroke and tug at her
shaft.
“Good girl. I knew you could do it. Mommy’s so proud of you.” Her shaft
twitched underneath my caresses, seeping out pre which I used to lubricate my
strokes. “Do you want mommy to suck your horny little cock now? Call me mommy
again, if you do.”
“Mommy,” she cooed, as she rocked her hips against my hand, assisting in
sliding her member through my grasp.
“Very good,” I said, eyes lingering back at her half-lidded gaze as I leaned
forward and puckered my lips over the flare of her head.
In a needy thrust, she slipped the whole of her prick into my mouth, forcing my
lips to kiss her base. It fit so nicely and the entire length of my tongue was
able to roll circles around its heat, slathering it with sticky saliva. With
the assistance of a strap-on, I had given head to Fennel on multiple occasions,
but this was my first time sucking a real cock and my prior experiences paled
in comparison. The way it swelled in my mouth, the tingle of its warmth – it
tasted of raw sexuality, not silicone, and its size made it far easier to
please than the grandiose fake shafts my ex tried to shove into me. Knowing
that with every suck and pucker I grew closer to earning a volley of cum down
my throat, a deeper satisfaction derived from the moans and gasps I extracted
from Sophie, and my fingers slid between my folds as thoughts of tasting her
seed sent stimulations that inflamed my cunny.
As my fingers spread and stroked over my lips and rubbed my peeking nub, my
suckles became wilder and invigorated. My tongue rolled and flickered along the
underside of Sophie’s cock as I slurped noisily away, making sounds that would
make a whore blush. From the ways her legs quavered, Sophie teetered on the
brink of release, and I felt her feathered hands dig into my hair as she
pounded my mouth with violence. Face-fucking me, my head was stopped from its
bobbing as Sophie used my mouth like a pussy, spearing her little cock in and
out between my lips. With her climax so close, I penetrated two fingers between
my folds and began to fuck myself in sync with her thrusts, conjuring the
buzzing sensations careening through my body to vibrate harder and harder.
With a powerful buck, Sophie pressed my lips against the base of her cock as
she unloaded herself into me. Her petite member belied the power of her orgasm
as cum rolled like tides down my throat, sputtering against my tongue. It
tasted briny and erotic: I relished it, and my eyes winced as I lapped my
tongue over her still surging urethra, painting my taste buds with every new
splatter.
As her climax trickled to an ooze, the hands gripping my hair relaxed and I
withdrew her cock from the pleasure of my lips. Slipping my fingers from my
pussy, I knelt upright and drooled a pool of cum onto my breasts, using my
hands to slather my tits with the voluminous, thick liquid, bathing every pore
of my pliable globes with Sophie’s seed.
“What a mess you made,” I purred, cupping my breasts in my hands and leaning
forward as I engulfed the still dribbling cock between my cum glossed breasts.
“You covered all of mommy’s fat breasts with your girl cum. Who knew you could
make such a mess with this itty-bitty little cock of yours?”
I smiled at Sophie as I massaged my breasts up and down her cock, a lust drunk
smile half brought upon by the ridiculous manner of my speech. I sounded worse
than a porn starlet, but I loved every minute of it. Never had I expressed my
sexuality with such shamelessness, and fucking a nubile girl while pretending
her my daughter was a fantasy I had always been too insecure to role-play, even
during the more adulterous years of my life.
While I continued to gaze into Sophie’s hazy eyes as I resuscitated her
softening cock back to life, every now and then I would glance at the blonde
girl. My caution and morality obliterated, in that moment I cared not whether
any of the others discovered me now, and my newly nurtured desire secretly
wished for the girl to suddenly stir awake and catch me in the act. At first I
thought my tainted mind was playing tricks on me, but as I continued to steal
glimpses I noted that her nipples were hardened and poking out against the
confines of her tight tube top. My curiosity roused, I suddenly remembered that
her head, now turned to me, previously faced the opposite direction, and that
her chest did not rise and fall so violently as it did now.
Very curious.
I silently thanked my powers of observation and directed my full attention back
to Sophie. Her jaw was slackened and her knees buckled under the spell of my
titfuck, bending slowly while her back gradually lulled against the stone wall.
Though my breasts swallowed her cock to the point of invisibility, I knew it
had revived as its stoutness pressed firmly against my kneading pillows, easily
working her cock from the natural lube afforded by her own orgasm. Apparently
Sophie recovered quickly, and based on the rising moans and the gentle thrusts
of her hips as I worked along her cock, she would not last much longer.
However, I had other plans and with a final squeeze of my breasts I stood up
and firmly gripped Sophie’s little cock.
“Follow me,” I whispered into her ear.
“Mommy?” murmured Sophie, regarding me with a quizzical expression before
yelping as I tugged her cock in the direction of the sleeping girl.
Leading Sophie by her prick, I walked to the girl’s side and loomed over her,
contemplating my next action. Though she remained relatively still, I noticed a
slight jump in her chest as I approached. Her eyes also strained subtly, as if
they had been open slightly and then shut. Even though she did an admirable job
of hiding it, I knew she was awake; what I wasn’t so sure of was whether or not
she was aroused by the eroticism she had since witnessed.
Her pert nipples still poking hard from underneath her top told me she liked
what she saw, and my lascivious state of mind reasoned that was enough for me -
any residues from my initial reluctance were casually brushed aside. Besides,
she could ‘wake up’ whenever she wanted to. The base prospect of playing with
the girl while she feigned sleep would not allow me to stop, not after catching
her spying on our fun.
“This is the girl you tried to capture, hm? She’s so pretty. What kind of
things would you have done to her if Mommy didn’t find you?”
Sophie’s cock jumped in my hand at these words, her eyes turning from me to
gaze hungrily at the girl’s lithe body. The heaving of her chest had steadily
increased since we sauntered over but, still, she maintained her act.
“Do you think she’s really sleeping?”
Sophie peered over the girl with her keen eyes, noting each motion over body
before turning back to me and shaking her head.
“Say ‘no’. You can do it.”
After some effort, Sophie uttered a shaky, “No.”
“Good girl. I’m not so certain though. Look how still she’s lying. It’s really
only her chest that’s heaving up and down so fast, although her nipples are
peeking hard too. Maybe she’s just having a naughty dream?”
While I spoke, the girl’s cheeks flushed red and I caught faint quivers begin
to rattle her lips. I smiled upon her reaction and walked nearer to her head,
stooping to my knees as I guided Sophie down to rest on the opposite side of
her.
“Look at her lips. They’re so alluring – full and pouty, just like a doll’s. Do
you think it would be wrong of me to steal a kiss while she’s sleeping?” As I
brought my lips closer to the girl’s, I could almost feel the heat emanating
from her rose-colored cheeks, until I finally met her in a long, deep kiss. One
hand slid underneath her head to cradle it, propping it up while my other hand
stroked the tender skin of her cheek. Thinking about the indecency of my
actions only propelled my lewd cravings, conjuring a sultry moan to shudder
down the girl’s elegant neck.
Finally breaking from the kiss, I shimmied forward and rested the back of the
girl’s head on my lap while I brushed aside the bangs poking out from
underneath her red turban. Sophie’s cock practically trembled, eyeing the girl
as her doll-like features beckoned her closer and closer, till her little cock
slid across my thigh to poke at the girl’s cheek, leaving dollops of pre on her
skin. The heaves of her little breasts became faster yet, and the lids of her
eyes began to flicker upon being so wantonly prodded, but whether it was out of
fear, confusion, or depraved lust, she continued to pretend sleeping.
“You want to kiss her too? Here, let Mommy help.” Tilting the girl’s head to
the side, I guided her lips to align with the head of Sophie’s shaft. “She can
kiss you right there.”
With the girl’s lips now pressed against her cockhead, Sophie plunged forward
and forced her length into the girl’s mouth. Her thrusts were eager and
aggressive, paying no heed to gentleness. As she pistoned her cock in and out
of her mouth, I felt the muscles of the girl’s neck tense, and the oxygen
forced through her nose breathed with rapidity and desperation.
“Does she feel good, Sophie?” Sophie didn’t respond, her stare fixed on the in
and out motions of her shaft. “She looks even cuter with your cock in her
mouth, like a little girl sucking on her lolly.”
As Sophie pumped away, my free hand reached down the length of her body and
snaked underneath the rim of her pants, slipping past the protection of her
panties to fondle over her cunt. It burned with damp warmth and my two fingers
easily slicked between her folds, wet and slippery as they were.
“She’s so wet,” I cooed, leaning closer to the girl’s ear. “She must be having
a terribly lewd dream.”
At those words, the girl was no longer able to keep her body still. While her
eyes remained tightly shut, her back arched with each penetration of my
fingers, and one of her hands grabbed my wrist. Not to stop me, but to push me
further, deeper into her tight pussy. Her lips, once motionless as Sophie took
her mouth, now pursed around the shaft, soliciting approving moans and coos to
drip from her assailer. And soon even her hips began to grind against the
fingers fucking her cunny, rhythmically bucking with every new incursion.
A slave to our violations, I nearly came from watching her descent into
depravity, and with a deep, deliberate stroke along the ceiling of her pussy,
her walls clamped around me as I felt a discharge of girl-cum roil between my
fingers. Sophie pressed the base of her shaft firmly against the girl’s lips as
her body started to jitter while audible moans and crude garbles resounded from
the mouth she stuffed. Both girls came simultaneously while I watched as carnal
waves gripped and spasmed over their youthful figures.
With a dreamy sigh, Sophie receded from the girl’s lips, unleashing a small
gush of cum to spill from her slightly parted mouth. The girl’s orgasm
continued to drive shudders through her body, but once it subsided, I withdrew
my fingers from her snatch, giving a teasing rub to her peeking clit before
removing my hand from her pants. Her grip still clutched at my wrist while
hard, damp breaths beat from her mouth. Carefully freeing my wrist of her hold,
I used my fingers to wipe off some of the sperm that had streamed down her
cheek, scooping it up and cleaning it off with my tongue.
After sucking off all Sophie’s cum from my fingers, I guided the back of the
girl’s head to rest against the floor and shoved Sophie away with a gentle push
of my hand.
“I hope you don’t think you’re finished yet, Sophie. Mommy’s pussy still needs
to be fucked.”
I made a show of straddling the girl’s face, deliberately grinding my pussy
against the bridge of her nose before crawling forward as my fingers took the
edge of her pants and pulled them down over her knees, her panties in tow. I
leaned further, lifting my pussy to hover above the girl’s face while arching
my back and poking out my round, shapely ass. I turned to see how Sophie was
responding to my antics, but the lewd thing already moved behind me and out of
view. I felt the softness of her feathered hands grip my hips while her cock
slid between the crease of my apple bottom, squeezing my cheeks as she rubbed
her hardening length against my rim.
“Do you want to fuck mommy’s ass instead?” I breathed, my voice quavering from
the tingles her cock extracted as it massaged against my hole.
Arching my back deeper, I further accentuated my ass as I pressed firmly
against Sophie’s little prick. My lips loomed above the girl’s exposed pussy
now: puffy, dainty, and glistening with discharge. I burrowed my nose between
her folds, inhaling her intoxicating arousal before replacing it with my tongue
and lapping away. Her hips trembled under me and my erotic affections solicited
her to bend her knees and squeeze my head between her thighs, fixing it in
place while compelling my tongue to snake deeper into her slit. The licks and
rolls of my tongue intensified. I felt the girl’s hot breath beating against my
pussy, which hovered above her mouth as Sophie continued to fondle and tease my
ass.
I breathed a gasp against the girl’s folds as Sophie finally plunged into me,
slipping in by aid of the sweat sheening our bodies and the fresh layer of
saliva still sticking to her cock. Despite its modesty, the arousal that boiled
under my skin made every inch her length plundered feel like a shot of
euphoria. Each thrust sent quivers rattling down my thighs and increased the
pace of my lapping tongue, as if slurping every last dribble of the girl’s
cunny juice would keep me from going insane.
Taking me with escalating aggression, Sophie slapped her waist against my ass
as she hilted me over and over again. The claps of skin colliding with skin
sounded through the area, joining with the slurps of my greedy tongue. The pace
of the girl’s breaths quickened by the second, becoming sharper and more
violent each time I tasted her pussy, and the heat of her damp heaves coaxed my
hand to reach behind me and penetrate her lips. She gasped into my fingers as
they violated her mouth, exploring the slickness of her tongue and running
digits along her gums. The heat of her breath engulfed my skin like humid,
summer air, and soon my saliva soaked fingers exited her and rose to the folds
of my cunny.
Slipping in three fingers to fill my cunt, I sensed myself approaching orgasm –
like scratching nails edging nearer and nearer to an unholy itch. My senses
heightened as everything became more intense and poignant: the tangy taste of
the girl’s pussy, Sophie’s nails digging into my skin, her cock gliding against
my prostate, the fusion of moisture and heat that seethed from my pussy. I
sensed the girl was close too: her thighs clamped harder against the sides of
my head and she started to lift her ass off the ground, pressing her cunny
harder against my mouth in a silent plea for more and more pleasure. We were
going to climax together and the anticipation sent tremors along my skin,
launching me into my longed for release.
The ecstasy I experienced swarmed me with such passion that I collapsed on the
girl’s body, my breasts smothering against her stomach as my shaking knees
struggled to keep upright. Sophie’s strong grip stayed my hips from descending
into a fit of contractions as she slammed into me, filling my ass with a deluge
of hot, sweltering seed. The walls of my cunt gripped my fingers so tightly
that they forced them out, squirting a trickle of discharge that splattered
against the girl’s face. I grew envious of the moans tumbling from her lips:
the violent shakes of her body told me she had reached release as well, but my
own orgasm rendered me speechless, and the girl shoved her pussy hard against
my mouth as if to cement my silence. Despite my euphoric discomfort, my tongue
continued to fuck her spasming pussy with fury, making all manner of ungodly
noises as I delved her deeper into bliss. The orgasm seemed to possess me for
an eternity, tensing my muscles and threatening my consciousness, but in a wash
of mercy it surrendered, delivering me to a calming high that lulled my body to
rest.
As Sophie pulled out, I heard a dull thud and guessed that she had collapsed to
the floor. I had worked her to exhaustion and was surprised at the copious
amount of spunk she managed to unleash, it being her third climax in the span
of minutes. The cum drizzled from my ass to the line of my slit, dribbling onto
the girl’s face and joining with the residues of my orgasm as it dripped from
my inflamed nub. Her thighs relaxed as her legs lied flat against the floor,
allowing me to lazily remove myself from off her body.
Seated on the earth and recovering my breath, I gazed over the bodies of the
two others. Sophie lied with her back propped against the cave wall, taking
deep, long breaths while the girl lied admirably still, breathing at an easing
pace. The remnants of my and Sophie’s orgasms covered her face, yet she did not
wipe them away, and now I questioned whether she had truly succumbed to sleep
or not.
The treacherous haze of my lust started to defog and I immediately began to
feel guilty for what I had done. I had lost control, transformed into an almost
cartoonish entity of eroticism. Playing over the things I had said and the
shamelessness of my actions, I felt embarrassed, then guilty, as I realized
that I had done exactly what I had tried to prevent myself from doing to the
girl. I treated her like a sex-doll, and though she appeared to enjoy the way I
took advantage of her, I knew the unrepentant carnality that seemed to infuse
everyone had likely assisted in her enjoyment.
Standing up, I dressed myself back in my lab coat and panties before kneeling
by the girl again, this time to clean the mess I had left her in. I pulled her
pants back up and, using my sleeve, cleaned the lewd fluids from her face as
gently as I could, my eyes lingering on her sleeping countenance even after I
had finished.
The lids of her eyes fluttered open.
My heart skipped.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“Aurea Juniper.”  The words came purely out of instinct. I had not expected her
to wake up so suddenly, and the innocent look of her bright blue eyes made me
squirm underneath my skin.
“What am I doing here? What happened to those stupid bird brains?”
“Er…”
“Are you okay? You look like someone just installed a furnace in each of your
cheeks.”
“I-I was just surprised. I thought you were knocked out cold.”
The girl took her time responding, studying me while I descended deeper into my
discomfort.
“My name’s Relm,” she said, relieving me from the silence. “You look kind of
familiar. You’re not that big, hot shot professor from Nuvema, are ya?”
“I, well, yes – that would be me.”
“Cool!” The girl smiled, shooting upright in her seat. “Who knew I’d meet a
real-life celebrity with everything so crazy going on? I live in Accumula and I
heard you do mentorships. My grandpa said he’d let me contact you about it in
another year so, when I’d almost be old enough to go on a pokemon journey.”
“I see,” I said with a gulp. “Well, I’m very flattered…wait, you said you were
from Accumula?”
“Mmhm.”
“That’s where we’re headed to!”
“We’re? Whose we’re? You gotta fill me in here – once those bird people swooped
down on me, I kind of conked out.”
I explained everything to Relm, from the watchog to Nuvema to the events of
this morning.
“Don’t be alarmed, but one of the starlies is resting by the wall behind you.
Like I said, we already captured them all, so they won’t pose a danger to you
any longer.”
Relm turned around to spy on Sophie, who now curled herself up against the
floor. Her eyes were half open as she watched us, but even that looked like it
was a struggle for her. Upon seeing her, Relm didn’t respond like she had when
the sight of Hilda’s starly made her pass out. Instead, she regarded Sophie
casually, almost as if she already knew she was there.
“Well, as long as they know to keep their hands off me now, that’s all that
matters,” she said, facing me again. “We got hit pretty hard at Accumula too,
but the town was putting up a good fight, last I remembered. Grandpa, Smeargy,
and I hid in our house during the attack. A lot of the houses were raided, I
think, but Grandpa’s pretty smart – he did some things to keep our house from
getting attacked.”
“Some things?”
“Yep, yep! He’s a magician, so he used magic. I can’t tell you any more than
that though - it’s a secret.”
I nodded, although I had a hard time imagining what a mere stage magician could
do to counter an onslaught of lecherous pokemon.
“He can’t keep using his magic forever though, so soon we had to figure out a
way to escape. We got a radio signal that urged everyone to find a way to the
pokecenter. We were on our way there when those starlies attacked – that’s all
I remember.” Relm paused and drooped her head, slightly. “I hope they’re okay…”
Despite Relm’s obvious concern for her loved ones, I couldn’t help but feel a
renewed sense of hope upon receiving her news. There was a sanctuary for us in
Accumula - now we just had to get there.
“This is great news, and I promise the others and I will get you back home
safely. Don’t you worry.”
“Thanks professor. I don’t know where I would be if you and your friends hadn’t
spotted me. I’m happy I was scooped up by such nice people.”
“R-right,” I stammered, guilt creeping into me again. “Well, it was mostly
Hilda’s and Lilith’s doing. They’re the ones who really saved you – not me.”
“In that case, I need to remember to pay them extra special thanks. But don't
be modest – you helped too! Give yourself some credit.”
“Sure,” I muttered, my voice trailing off. “Relm…”
“Hm?”
“About what happened before you ‘woke up’…. Even if you liked it, it was still
wrong. I could blame it on all the crazy changes that are happening, but I’m
still responsible for my actions. I’m truly sorry.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?” Relm’s cheeks colored with red and the right
corner of her lips started to twitch in a sort of nervous tick. “You’re weird.
How should I know what you’re talking about if I was asleep?”
I said nothing as I watched her shift uncomfortably before my gaze.
The melodic ringtone of my Xtransceiver sang through the cave, startling both
Relm and me before I pushed away my sleeve to see who called.
It was Bianca.
“Oh, awesome! I didn’t know you had one of those. Do you think we could try to
call my grandpa after this?”
An unsettling feeling churned in my stomach upon seeing Bianca’s name on the
screen, and I ignored Relm’s request as I quickly answered.
“Bianca?”
The screen did not show Bianca’s face but a rumbling, unsteady depiction of the
woods, as if the camera’s owner was running through a forest.
“Professor!” I heard Bianca’s voice call. “We need help! They’ve got Cheren!
Hilda won’t answer.”
“Where are you?” I said, shooting to my feet and training a look on Sophie that
immediately called her to attention.
“Just past all the flowers. I’m running to the cave but there are so many.”
A growl sounded through the speaker as the camera stopped its jostling.
“Come quick,” were the last things Bianca said before the screen blipped off.
Chapter End Notes
     Fun fact: there is no other piece of fiction on this site that
     depicts Relm Arrowny in an act of eroticism.
     So yes, I am the only twisted soul on AO3 who wrote Relm smut - while
     she's being molested in her pseudosleep by Professor Juniper and a
     small dicked harpy, no less.
     Oh, fanfiction - you silly thing. I'm sure my ten-year-old self would
     be super proud of me right now.
     ANYWAY! That was actually really fun! Kind of depraved, but also
     really fun!
     If you don't enjoy the addition of characters outside the fandom,
     please let me know and I'll tone it down. Likewise, if you DO like
     it, let me know and I might be inclined to add in some more, every
     now and again. I also realize Relm is a pretty obscure character to
     write about, so expect future characters from other fandoms to
     possess a bit more notoriety.
     I'm going to take a break from writing for a day or two to catch up
     on my studies, but expect me to be busy whipping up the next chapter
     soon. I doubt there's ever going to be a time where I post three new
     chapter on the same day again; regardless, I hope everyone enjoyed
     today's triple whammy (ha! that pun actually wasn't intentional).
     As always, please comment and/or kudos if you've enjoyed. Or if I
     ruined your childhood.
***** Reader Feedback Polls for Smutlocke - No Chapter *****
Chapter Summary
     While I'm taking a couple days to catch up on my studies, I figured
     I'd make some polls for you guys to fiddle with. It's a simple and
     quick way for you to give me some feedback on how things are going so
     far. When I post my next full chapter, I'll also provide a breakdown
     of the polls, debriefing the feedback I received. Looking forward to
     checking out the results!
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***** The Yang in the Yin *****
Chapter Summary
     I'm not going to do trigger warnings any longer unless they're
     concerning triggers not yet introduced from other chapters (and even
     some that haven't been introduced yet, if I don't think they're such
     a big deal.). I feel that they can spoil the story and ruin some
     surprises.
     With that said, this chapter contains some notable triggers, so be
     warned.
My Xtransceiver rang, two times, three times….
I should have stopped everything and picked it up – people didn’t make phone
calls unless they were very important during a pokemon sex apocalypse, I
imagined.
Maybe I would have earlier, when I was still on my knees, moving from tonguing
Lilith’s pussy to bobbing my head up and down along Zephyr’s cock. Or maybe
just after I had gotten onto all fours, with my tongue rolling circles around
Lilith’s nipple as I poked out my ass for Zephyr to plunge. But now with a
shaft reaming me from behind; a cock vine corkscrewing my pussy; and Lilith’s
hands lost in my hair as she pressed me harder into the addicting sweetness of
her honeypot, nothing could have enticed me away from this moment – not while
my body quivered inches away from carnal bliss.
Lust superseded all caution and common sense.
Tracking down Lilith had been easier than I anticipated, Abigail’s ears picking
up the sniffles of her crying minutes after exiting the cave. She hadn’t gone
far, and when we eventually found her, she attempted to run away again. My
stubbornness wouldn’t allow it though, and I grabbed her by the wrist before
she could slink off. We fought: she didn’t listen when I said how worried sick
I was about her or how much I really did care for her, but then, little by
little, she unraveled until she reverted to a blubbering mess, crying into my
shoulder and sobbing promises that she would never run away from me again.
“Mush ball,”I called her.
I sent Abigail back to the professor once I realized things would take a while,
Lilith’s tears unyielding as I continued to comfort her in my arms. Even long
after we exchanged apologies, she wouldn’t cease, and the skintight proximity
of our bodies pressed together for so long stirred inappropriate urges to churn
inside me, growing until I swore I could almost smell her pheromones. I tried
to pull away, but she stuck to me like honey and finally I decided the only way
to stop those ridiculous tears was to cup her cheeks in my hands and kiss her.
It was only supposed to be a kiss, every second we risked being discovered by
predatory pokemon and we needed to return to the others quickly. But one kiss
turned into another, then another, and then Zephyr tried to join which flared
Lilith’s jealousy and almost caused the two of them to come to blows. There
might have been a thousand other solutions to resolve their spat, but the best
idea my arousal riddled mind could come up with was to step in between them,
get on my knees, and start fucking them with my mouth.
It did the trick.
Things proceeded so quickly after that, Zephyr and Lilith’s passion allowed me
no time to properly undress: my shorts and panties bunched around my knees
while my shirt and bra were pulled just above my breasts, Lilith’s free cock
vine squirming, tugging, and squeezing between them. As if some sixth sense
clued my pokemon into my threatening orgasm, their penetrations quaked into
overdrive, ripping into me as deep and as furiously as my limits would allow
and creating a sporadic barrage of squelches, slaps, and slurps that tickled my
ears. My tongue tended to Lilith like a thirsty lioness, greedy and thorough as
it lapped along her slit, exchanging deep penetrations with rapid flickers
against her nub.
As the last ring of my Xtransceiver died in the air, a euphoric tremor ushered
though me, driving a shuddering moan to buzz against the clit puckered between
my lips. Lilith’s hips bucked and convulsed into my mouth as her fingers
clenched fistfuls of my hair and rockets of spunk fired from both her vines,
desecrating my breasts and flooding my cunny up with her baby batter. My holes
clenched and trembled around their eager invaders, summoning a second eruption
of hot splooge to gush into my ass, and for a moment I swore my stomach would
distend from the copious amounts of seed injecting into me.
Riding out my orgasm, I milked both Lilith and Zephyr until their surges of cum
lulled into twin trickles, and as a final pulse of ecstasy snaked through my
bones, I rolled over onto my side, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm and
the sensation of my pokemons’ cum seeping out from inside of me.
“Wow,” whispered Lilith, taking a moment to gather her breath before turning to
me. “If that’s how we’re going to make up, maybe we should fight more often.
I’d rather we not get used to this awful business of sharing you, though.”
Her eyes flicked a leer at Zephyr, who paid Lilith no heed. She was already
lying on the ground behind me, draping a feathery wing over my thighs while she
cuddled against my ass, taking a piece of my soft flesh between her lips as she
tongued and gnawed at it.
“Weirdo,” I teased, reaching behind to run my fingers through Zephy’s hair as
she continued to bestow all manner of bizarre affections to my heart-shaped
bottom. “And I think it’s better if we just skip the fighting and get to the
good part next time. You’ll have to get used to sharing though – Zephyr seems
like she’s becoming pretty attached to me.”
“To your butt, you mean.” Lilith’s eyes looked at Zephyr again with distaste.
“You know, I think she has a nice bottom too, but you don’t see me salivating
all over it like some kind of rabid animal.”
Zephyr responded by moaning into my ass and releasing my cheek with a wet pop
before burying her mouth between my crevice – licking up the residue of her own
seed with her tongue.
I hummed with approval. As weird as it was, Zephyr’s obsession with my ass
turned me on and the way she tended to it with such devoted enthusiasm made it
easy to love. The word repulsive muttered under Lilith’s breath, although there
was little bite to her tone, and the way her eyes lingered on Zephyr’s
activities gave me the impression she was more envious than put off.
“So, who called you?” asked Lilith, finally taking her gaze away from Zephyr
and resting it back onto me.
“Shit! That’s right.” Bringing my wrist to my face to check the Xtransceiver, I
saw that Bianca had called. I tried calling her back but the line was busy,
leaving an unsettling feeling to succumb over me.
“Why didn’t I pick up? What was I thinking?  I can’t believe I couldn’t control
myself.”
“Maybe it wasn’t the soundest decision, but I’m not complaining. Besides,
they’re probably just worried about you after being gone for so long. Abigail
should be getting back now – she’ll be able to let them know you’re alright.”
“But what if something’s wrong…?”
Much to Zephyr’s chagrin, I removed myself from her hold and quickly dressed,
standing up as soon as I had slipped my shorts-shorts back over my bottom.
“Alright, that’s enough of this,” I said, picking my pink bag from off the
floor and slinging it over my shoulder. “We’re heading back – we’ve wasted too
much time.”
Zephyr took her time as she begrudgingly rose to her feet, but a quick whip of
Lilith’s vine against her backside quickly straightened her to attention.
“You heard the woman,” said Lilith, who already stood beside me. “You can
slobber over her bottom later, buttslut.”
Before Lilith could catch the glare Zephyr shot her, my Xtransceiver rang
again, pulling everyone’s attention to it. This time it was the professor, and
I answered within the first ring.
“Professor?”
Her face was positioned a little too closely to the screen, which jiggled as if
she were running.
“”Hilda! You’re alright. Listen, we need you – now!”
“I’m on my way. What’s wrong?”
“Bianca and Cheren are under attack. I’m running there now. Hurry!”
“Running where?”
The screen blipped off.
Anxiety and adrenaline overwhelmed me. A billion tingles of nervous energy
pinged through my veins and my heart pounded with such suddenness and force
that I thought the power of its beat was going to break my ribs. My friends
were in danger and I was too busy fucking my pokemon to help them.
I felt like crying but instead I trained my eyes on Zephyr – there was no time
to hate myself.
“Are you strong enough to fly me back to camp?”
Despite her petite stature, Zephyr confidently nodded her head.
“Take us there, now.” I turned to Lilith and swiped her pokeball from inside my
bag. “I’m sorry but you need to go in the ball. It’s the quickest way.”
Lilith hesitated, a cringe of displeasure flashing over her features, before
shaking it off and nodding – the grave look in her eyes denoting she
acknowledged the urgency of our situation.
With a burst of red light, the pokeball swallowed her inside just as Zephyr
took off from the ground. She made a small circle around the vicinity, building
momentum before swooping down and plucking me up in her talons. They gripped
firmly around my shoulders and I clutched Lilith’s pokeball with even more
security as Zephyr lifted me higher and higher, until my shoes skimmed the tips
of the trees.
This was my first time flying, but there were already too many butterflies in
my stomach to make room for more. We dashed through the air with surprising
speed, going faster with every powerful flap of Zephyr’s wings. Soaring above
the treetops, I caught other flying pokemon swooping around, some with humans
dangling from their clutches. I was concerned we would draw unwanted attention,
but Zephyr kept close to the trees and our fast rate of travel ensured that we
would reach our destination before a random adversary could challenge her or
thieve me from her hold.
With so many fears and concerns consuming my mind, it seemed like only a second
had passed before we initiated our descent, Zephyr slowing down as she glided
between the trees of the familiar clearing. A ruckus of sounds came from the
direction opposite the cave – an intermingling of howls, grunts, shouts, and
cracking branches – and it led us past the beds of flowers and beyond the
clearing’s fringe.
A scene of chaos unfolded before us, the area overrun by a swarm of lillipups.
There were, at least, a dozen I could spot, some lying motionless on the grass
but most actively assaulting my friends. The two starlies we had captured
before lied fainted with their wings splayed over the earth, and as my eyes
caught the tips of Abigail’s ears, a lillipup tackled her into a tree trunk,
forcing the back of her head to whip against the hard bark, shattering her
consciousness. The watchog was the only pokemon of ours who I saw standing,
putting up a tenacious fight as she took on three opponents at once, and as my
eyes scanned the area for my friends, I thought I caught a flash of Blaze’s
orange skin a distance away.
Neither Cheren nor the red turbaned girl could be spotted, but as my eyes
desperately darted over the area, I caught the white lab coat of the professor
a stone’s throw south of the watchog. She had stumbled to the ground and Bianca
was at her side, desperately trying to pull her to her feet as a gang of
lillipups encroached on their position. Bianca’s clothes had been tattered and
torn, exposing patches of skin up and down her body, and Callu stood before
her, hunched over with bruises decorating her from head to toe. She leered at
her opponents with menace but her chest heaved with exhaustion, as if a strong
gust of wind could pummel her over at any moment.
“There,” I commanded, pointing to my friends.
With a couple sharp flaps of Zephyr’s wings, we were twisting through the
trees, closing in until we came almost within striking distance.
“Zephyr, get ready to let go of me: you’re going to drop me on top of one of
them.”
“Caw?”
“Just do it,” I commanded. “Now!”
Zephyr’s talons unhinged themselves from my shoulders and I fell through the
air, falling fast as I anticipated my crash landing.
“Lilith!” I shouted stretching out my arm and unleashing the pokeball in
midair.
I collided into my target’s back, driving her face-first to the earth with a
powerful thump, just as Lilith did the same to another. The adrenaline numbed
my pain but the tumble left me woozy. The lillipup I struck writhed underneath
me and it took me a precious second to stagger to my feet. Luckily, it seemed
our attack had taken the band of pokemon by surprise and Lilith capitalized on
their confusion, her vines coiling around a lillipup’s neck and lifting her off
the ground to swing her flailing body around like a club.
She beat a couple of the dog pokemon to the ground before they were able to
collect themselves and strike back, forcing Lilith to launch her victim at the
nearest assailant before three ganged up on her and took her to the ground.
Dark auras of energy exuded from their mouths as they sunk their teeth into
her, causing Lilith to hiss and struggle underneath the pile.
“Zephyr, wing attack!”
Swooping from above, Zephyr dive bombed one of Lilith’s assailants, performing
a sharp twist in midair just before she slashed a wing across her target’s
neck. The wing sparkled with a pale, blue light, creating a blinding flash upon
impact which knocked the lillipup out cold. She managed a second piercing
strike on one of Lilith’s other attackers before the last lunged at Zephyr,
another surge of dark energy flaring from her mouth as she landed a bite attack
on her trapezius. Zephyr cried out and stooped to her knees as she struggled in
vain to fight off the lillipup, her body growing weaker the longer she
suffered.
With Lilith still recovering from her triple assault, I made to lunge at the
Lillipup’s back, but a wicked blast of water beat me to it – Callu’s water gun.
The water attack caused the lillipup to yelp, removing her teeth from Zephyr in
time for Lilith to rise up and yank her by the fur on the back of her head,
taking a glowing razor leaf and slashing it across the lillipup’s neck like a
dagger.
Her limp body fell to the earth with a thud, her neck revealing a burning red
line where the razor leaf had struck, but no blood. A couple of the remaining
lillipups who were still conscious came to their feet but hesitated upon
earning the attention of Lilith’s piercing red eyes, eventually losing courage
as they turned tail and fled. Behind them, I spotted the professor’s watchog
limping towards us, helped along by an equally weary looking Abigail, who must
have recovered from the vicious tackle I witnessed her receive.
No more lillipups threatened us any longer.
“Hilda!” I turned just in time to receive Bianca as she wrapped me up in her
arms. “I was so worried. I thought that they might’ve gotten you too.”
“I thought I was too late. I’m so sorry I didn’t come back sooner.”
“It’s okay. You’re here now.” We held each other in silence for a few untainted
seconds before Bianca gradually withdrew from me. “It’s my fault. All this
wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t being such a brat. Cheren followed me all
the way out here and now he’s…they’ve taken him.”
My heart sank. When I didn’t see Cheren, a part of me suspected something bad
had happened, but hearing that he was gone felt like a claw of ice tearing away
at my intestines.
If I had gotten here sooner, would things be different…?                     
The sight of Bianca on the verge of tears jostled me back to reality and I took
her hand in mine.
“You were dealing with your feelings – it’s okay. I’m responsible for this too.
We’ll find him – I’m sure we can do it.”
“Girls….” A quavering whisper summoned my attention – it sounded so foreign, I
had to turn my head to see that the voice came from the professor. Her gaze
faced away, eyes flitting like marbles in a pinball machine as they examined
the forest. I had never seen an expression like the one she wore before, almost
giddy with fear.
Turning to scan the vicinity myself, I spied the reason why.
We were surrounded. Creeping towards us from all corners of the forest were a
vast array of pokemon, dozens upon dozens edging slowly closer as their
ravenous cocks twitched with every step. The way their heads turned and snapped
at one another let it be known that the source of their caution were the
throngs of other pokemon, not us, yet the threat of other rivals to their
arousal were not enough to quell their approach.
They must have heard the battle and watched from a distance, waiting for the
lillipups and us to exhaust ourselves before feasting on weakened prey. Shadows
flickered over us from a few flying pokemon who circled from above, gradually
descending closer to earth as they wearily eyed the other aerial hunters.
Escape was impossible and even if our whole party were healthy, fighting would
only spell doom.
We were finished.
Bianca’s shaking grip felt like it was crushing all the bones in my hand as our
group tightened together, all of us having spotted the pokemon by now. Abigail
and the professor held hands while her watchog stood the most removed from our
huddle, snarling at the circle of pokemon as her tired body did its best to be
imposing. Callu staggered to Bianca’s side, bringing an arm across her owner’s
body in a display of protection and Zephyr clung to my waist, every molecule of
her tiny body trembling as she buried her head into my chest.
Lilith stood squarely in front of me, slowly turning her head as she analyzed
each enemy, her eyes focused and bearing an unshakeable cool as if she intended
on taking each of them on and succeeding.
Bringing my free hand to run caresses down Zephy’s back I kissed her on the
head before reaching into my bag and pressing a pokeball to her body. A red
light engulfed her and after a few shakes the ball clicked in my hand. I placed
it back in my bag and withdrew Lilith’s ball.
“Your turn,” I said.
Lilith turned around, looking at the ball and then back at me.
“No.”
“It’s not a question. Get in or I’m going to make you do it myself.”
“Don’t be stupid. If I go in, who will be there to protect you?”
“Lilith…I’m not going to risk your life – you’ve seen what some of the pokemon
can do. We’re not getting out of this. Now listen to me.”
Lilith continued to gaze at me and though trickles started to stream down her
cheeks, her eyes remained steady and poised.
“Well? What are you waiting for? I’m not doing it. You’re going to have to make
me.”
I lifted her pokeball, trying to keep the emotions back as I readied to recall
her, but as I stared back into her tearing, proud eyes, my composure started to
slip and I descended into a fit of shakes.
I began to cry.
“It’s not fair,” I said.
Lilith bridged the air between our bodies and wrapped her arms around my waist,
pulling me close as she kissed my lips. My whole body shook in her arms and
Bianca slowly released my hand, allowing me to stroke her cheek until I felt
the touch of her lips withdraw.
“I care for you, you know. And not just because you were my pokemon.”
 “I know, Hilda…. I care for you, too.”
Although my eyes never left Lilith’s, I could hear my friends having similar
exchanges with their pokemon – the sniffles of tears and affectionate hushes
tingeing through the air. Bianca’s sobs were the loudest and most distinct, and
I heard a voice next to me whisper, “It’s okay, Master.”
Callu’s first words.
From my peripheral, I noted the other pokemon creeping dangerously close, and,
one by one, the red returning lights of our pokeballs flashed in the air until,
in a trembling hand, I lifted Lilith’s ball and directed it at her.
“Goodbye,” I whispered.
I pressed the button and in a blink of light she was gone.
The professor, Bianca, and I remained, alone and defenseless. I returned my
hand to hold Bianca’s as the three of us huddled together, facing the hungry
leers of the countless pokemon who approached us. My body filled with a
disgusting heat, an unwilling arousal that enraged me with every cautious step
they took.
“C’mon!” I screamed. “Fucking cowards! Just do it already!”
At first they seemed taken aback by my outburst, but like a domino slowing
falling, it caused one of the pokemon to take a step too quickly, setting off
the whole of them to overwhelm us in a deluge of violent perversion.
My body slammed to the ground, unhinging my grip from Bianca’s as they swarmed
over me. I felt my body being pulled in a thousand different directions as
violent rips pierced through the air from the sea of vicious hands tearing my
clothes into shreds. There were too many of them, and as they battled for the
right to abuse me, their violence boiled until primal desire drove them to
commit unspeakable acts to thin their numbers.
I shut my eyes at their atrocities, horrified in spite of the heightening fire
that burned in body without prejudice. They continued their violence for a
small eternity as I squirmed under the sickening sensations my naked body was
submitted to, and when their brutalities were finally resolved they took me
with vicious relish.
My skin lit ablaze with their need, cocks of various heights and textures
grinding against me and drenching me in their pre. A monstrous shaft speared my
cunt, causing me to cry out in pain as another took advantage of my open mouth
with greed. I clenched my teeth hard around it, causing its owner to howl in
pain and withdraw from me, but as that horrible shaft continued to ravage my
pussy my body suffused with too much primal need to resist the multitude of
needy cocks vying for my mouth, until my sealed lips surrendered and I took one
in.
My fingers clenched the grass around me as I battled to hold onto my rapidly
depleting willpower. I despised how easily my body submitted to their rape, how
much pleasure it felt, how it savored the pain of the prodigious cocks
battering my pussy and brutalizing my throat. Some of the shafts grinding
against my skin already exploded over me, tainting me with their wicked
virility while sacrilegious desire continued to ravish me. Their sperm seethed
against my skin, and it simmered with an unnaturalness that raised my
sensitivity to towering heights. And as the twin cocks plundered my depths and
unleashed two gushing torrents of vile, nauseating cum, their violations
teetered my defiant pleasure over the threshold and submitted my body to fits
of quivering ecstasy.
They afforded me no respite. When one cock tired, another eagerly replaced it,
and the awful orgasms they submitted me to came with cruel rapidity until they
abandoned my body to a perpetual state of climax. My body arched, quavered, and
convulsed, and my lips hummed lasciviously around a cock unleashing yet another
surge into my mouth. My body had long seceded to their carnality and the little
control I had left over my mind felt like a stubborn flame alit on a lone
candle, barely flickering against a barrage of storming gusts. Like a
temptress, the pleasure whispered to me, coaxing me to give in, to lose myself
completely to lust. No more pain, no more anguish, only passion and thoughtless
bliss awaited me, if only I gave in.
It allured me, almost undid me, but before it could snuff out my mind’s last
light, a rush of memories flickered through my mind: my mom’s last tearful hug
before she sent me off on my journey; the expression of joy Zephyr wore when
she discovered her wound had healed; nights spent laughing and having coffee
with the professor after a long day of study; Bianca and Cheren standing beside
me as we took the first step onto Route 1; the tenderness of Lilith’s lips
during our last kiss….
I couldn’t lose myself, I couldn’t become desire’s slave, and so with all my
intention and resolve I fought Pleasure’s relentless call to succumb until I
felt my consciousness start to slip away from the intensity of the struggle.
The carnal sensations of my assailants dulled until a shroud of tranquil
emptiness submersed me. My existence was nothingness except a faint voice,
distant at first, but growing louder and bolder until I heard it with perfect
clarity.
You….
You cannot fail so soon.
Chosen Uniter.
Hero of Destiny.
Now…
I lend you my power
Seek where I slumber
The Harbinger of Truth
The reverberations from the strange voice lingered in my mind, heightening and
encompassing me until they felt like they were possessing my soul.
My eyes shot open but my vision was consumed with an ethereal, white light –
powerful, but not blinding, as if it was shooting out from within me – and
stinging fire rejuvenated my body, infusing me with overwhelming vigor. The
injection of fantastic energy burned the sharpest between my legs, and when the
saturated whiteness left my vision I found that the pokemon were no longer
assailing me. A golden aura exuded from my body and from my groin birthed a
concentration of white light, towering higher as the pokemon knelt around me,
expressions of awe and reverence on their faces.  
I stood up, regarding the pokemon with steady eyes as my insides continued to
blaze, and as my gaze turned downward I discovered the beacon of white light
had dispersed, leaving a proud, jutting cock in its wake.
I inspected my new member without surprise, closing my eyes as I submerged into
the awesome lust it filled me with, before turning my gaze back to my prior
assailers. Slowly, three came before me, dropping to their knees to worship me
with their mouths, eyes glued to mine while they shared my cock and tended to
my pussy. The others patiently watched, and from the corner of my eye I saw
Bianca and Aurea Juniper, naked and staring on with dumbfounded faces as the
three pokemon continued to work my throbbing shaft to climax.
I came quickly and viciously, bathing them in a relentless torrent of cum that
flooded their throats as they took turns pursing their lips around my twitching
head. The experience felt holy and rapturous, sending shimmers of bliss
sparkling underneath my skin, but I made no noise as I watched them take as
much of my load as they could with complete devotion.
After my climax had passed, my cock still remained proudly erect and throbbing
with as much inhuman desire as it had displayed before. I advanced on the
nearest pokemon to my left, placing my hand between her breasts and gently
pushing her to the ground before I mounted her, taking her shaft between my
folds as I started to ride her cock. My fingers reached to wrap around each of
her wrists as I brought her hands to grope at my breasts, bucking my hips in a
heightening rhythm as the pleasure I submitted her to elicited moans and coos
from her lips. With a squeeze of my breasts she gushed into me while I
continued to rock against her, grinding my hips until I took all of her seed.
Like this, we went on, having sex with them one or two or more at a time,
whichever way I wished. I witnessed what occurred and felt the sensations but,
through it all, I experienced a profound detachment, as if some deity or spirit
also inhabited my soul. When I was finished with one, she would watch on with
captivated eyes as I gave and took pleasure from another, until, finally, I
concluded my orgy – my worship.
I stood among them again as they knelt before me, bathed in their seed and
wearing the scent of their adoration. The power that had overcome me began to
wane and the surreal nature of what had just occurred began to register in my
mind. I could not fathom it, but confusion only nestled for a moment before a
tremendous fatigue washed over my body. The penis that had formed became
cloaked in white once again before vanishing in a blink of light.
Exhaustion invaded every atom and my knees buckled under my feet, no longer
able to support the weight of my body, as I fell to the earth and into
unconsciousness.  
 
                                 END OF ACT 1
***** No Chapter - Poll Breakdown - End of Act 1 Thoughts *****
I know this debrief is beastly, so there's a TLDR at the bottom.
 
So we made it through Act 1 of Book 1. Woohoo!
I hope everyone has been enjoying this bizzare adventure, so far. I doubt you
clicked on this story anticipating it to be what it's turned into - a story
driven smut adventure with a big ol' plot - but that's how things turned out.
These first seven chapters have been a real learning experience for me, and
I've since gotten a lot clearer about what I want this story to be and where
it's going.
Before we get into that, though, let's discuss the polls.
Poll #1 What's_your_feelings_on_the_ratio_of_story_to_smut?
62% of you voted for smut, at least, every other chapter, while 36% voted to
keep a familiar pace.
Then there was that one weird person who voted for more story.
I like that person.
With that said, I was actually surprised this wasn't a complete blowout in
favor of more smut. While still in the minority, there are a lot of you who are
good with keeping things the way they've been.
This makes me happy because I probably have as much, if not more, fun writing
the story parts as I do the smut parts. It feels awesome after writing a nice
smut scene, but the process of actually chugging through them can get tedious.
However, it's still very apparent that most of you want more smut than I've
been pushing (understandable considering this story is called Smutlocke), so
from this point forward you can expect more smut (at least every other chapter,
as the poll stated). This might mean there's more gratuitous smut scenes
without much in the way of plot relevance or character development, but I'll
always aim to infuse some significance and context to the scenes. And if I
don't, then I'll just make sure they're super-duper fun and sexy enough to
compensate~
For those of you who are enjoying the story though, don't think that this
decision will compromise that aspect. I'm still set on spinning an interesting
narrative.
Poll #2 Favorite_Character_Poll/What_current_characters_do_you_want_to_see_more
smut_of?
As redundant as it was to include Hilda in there (she's the protagonist so
you're pretty much guaranteed more smut of her, whether you like it or not), I
was still really happy to see that so many of you voted for her. It's kind of
important that you like the main character in a story like this, otherwise
you'd probably hate it.
What I was even more pleased about was the crazy love that Lilith got. I was
not expecting that at all. She's my favorite character to write (so far) and I
was worried that she wouldn't be as well received due to her being an OC. I'm
glad that my anxieties were unfounded (and I'm even more glad so many of you
are enjoying her, too!)
Concerning the other characters, Juniper did some last minute surging to take a
relatively distant third, followed closely behind by Bianca and then Zephyr.
The rest received an inconsequential amount of votes. I was sure Relm wasn't
going to receive any, but she actually got a few towards the end. That happened
after I updated the chapters with easily clickable hyperlinks to reference
images, so I wonder if that had anything to do with it.
Poor Cheren was last.
With that said, if a character who didn't get a lot of votes was your fav,
don't fret. Besides Abigail and Relm (and that might even change), all the
characters listed in the poll will be getting some screen and smut time. I even
have some things in store for Cheren...
 Poll #3 What_kinks_would_you_like_to_see_more_of?
Now this was interesting.
The big winners were group sex, breeding, lolicon, blowjobs, and breastplay,
the popularity of breeding and lolicon being the two biggest surprises for me. 
I really like lolicon, or more so the taboo aspect of younger/older
relationships, so I'm happy to look for more opportunities to provide that.
Breeding, believe it or not, is not something I gave much consideration until
these polls happened, but now that I know that everyone's so wild about it,
expect to see some breeding in future chapters - perhaps in big ways!
A lot of kinks not mentioned also received a lot of love. The popularity of
gender transformations caught my eye, and given the nature of the previous
chapter, you've all got a hint that - yes - gender transformations will be 'a
thing'. 
EDIT: I forgot to mention incest was super popular, too. Which is great,
because I love incest and Hilda is totally fucking her mother at some point
during this fic. Probably multiple times.
2nd EDIT: Hilda's mom has got it going on.
Poll #4 Other_Fandoms_Poll
While I think the majority of people who voted actually desired cameos, there
was a pretty strong minority of those who wanted to keep things within the
fandom. After considering it, I think I'm actually going to abstain from cameos
from here on out, at least as far as they pertain to the main plot. Relm will
just have to be our little redheaded step-child.
However, one idea I did have was to include cameos in more smut centered side
stories. The sex apocalypse is a worldwide thing and there are tons of other
events going on outside of Hilda's adventure.
We'll see what happens. Even if I do end up doing side-stories, they might just
end up centering on characters within the fandom, anyhow. There's lots of
awesome characters in the pokemon world who I'd love to write about. A little
chapter or two devoted to how a character like Flannery or Dawn or Sabrina or
Misty (and so on and so on) is dealing with the sex apocalypse could be fun.
 
Thoughts on the Story so Far
I know this story is really weird and that it might not be everyone's cup of
tea. A lot of people probably just clicked on it because they thought the title
was ridiculous or under the pretense that it would it just be bursting with
smut scene after smut scene. Even those of you who enjoy story and plot might
be weirded out by some of the events that have occurred: Why did Hilda just
suddenly grow a cock? Pokemon are talking and killing each other all of a
sudden? That mysterious voice was so random - I didn't click on this to read
some chosen hero crap! NONE OF THIS MAKES ANY SENSE!
Crazy stuff! And, for better or worse, it might just be the tip of the iceberg.
I'm a weird person and all that weirdness is going to spill over into this
story one way or another.
With that said I'm always open for feedback, so if you have a problem with
something, let me know. I want to hear from you and I want to improve. 
And, of course, words of encouragement are amazing. Like a lot of writers, I'm
pretty insecure about my work, so if you like this crazy hodgepodge of smutty
strangeness, please let me know. I will be thrilled to hear from you.
 
TLDR: There will be smut, at least, every other chapter. I'm super happy so
many people like Lilith. Expect minor characters to get more screen and smut
time. There will be breeding and gender transformations (and pretty much more
of most of the kinks people voted for). I will probably not be including cameos
from other fandoms in the story. I know this fic is really bizzare. Relm is our
redheaded step-child.
Thanks everyone for making it this far. I appreciate all the kudos I've been
receiving and I hope you enjoy what I have in store for you!
P.S I'm going to take a little break from writing this (maybe a week) and get
to work on a Skyla x FutaElesa oneshot I promised someone a year ago. When
that's done, back to work on this!
 
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