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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Pocket_Monsters_|_Pokemon_(Main_Video_Game_Series), Pocket_Monsters_|
      Pokemon_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Original_Pokemon_Trainer/Multiple_Characters
  Character:
      Original_Character, Fushigidane_|_Bulbasaur, Fushigisou_|_Ivysaur,
      Fushigibana_|_Venusaur, Hitokage_|_Charmander, Lizardo_|_Charmeleon,
      Lizardon_|_Charizard, Zenigame_|_Squirtle, Kameil_|_Wartortle, Kamex_|
      Blastoise, Caterpie_|_Caterpie
  Additional Tags:
      Anthology, Underage_Sex, Feral_Pokémon, Masturbation, 69_(Sex_Position),
      Cunnilingus, Fluff_and_Smut, Vines, Pokephilia, Vaginal_Sex, Rape,
      Tentacle_Rape, Object_Insertion, Blood, Torture, Whipping, Choking, Non-
      Consensual_Bondage, Slavery, Auction, Voyeurism, Masks, Sibling_Incest,
      Implied/Referenced_Incest, Molestation, Anal_Sex, Forced_Orgasm, Forced
      Masturbation, Sexual_Abuse, Child_Abuse, Past_Child_Abuse, Verbal_Abuse,
      Prostitution, Blow_Jobs, Vaginal_Fisting, Face-Sitting, Femdom, Collars,
      Leashes, Webcam/Video_Chat_Sex, Shameless_Smut, Smut, Gratuitous_Smut,
      Human/Pokemon_Relationship(s), Hurt/Comfort, Wall_Sex, Size_Difference,
      Large_Cock, Ocean_Sex, Roughness, Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Bugs_&
      Insects, Sensory_Deprivation, Immobility, Mummification
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-19 Updated: 2017-03-21 Chapters: 10/? Words: 16262
****** The Pokédex ******
by simplescribe
Summary
     An anthology collection of short stories, featuring smutty situations
     with Pokémon in order of Pokedex number.
     Work tags are for all the short stories; I will put story specific
     tags in the summaries of each chapter.
     All Pokémon are feral, not anthro, and based on the games, not the
     anime.
Notes
     http://simple-scribe.tumblr.com
See the end of the work for more notes
***** 001: Bulbasaur *****
Chapter Summary
     Female Bulbasaur / Male Human - vanilla
     ----
     Underage, Marsturbation, 69, Cunnilingus, Vines
Donny pulled at his boots, tugging them off with some difficulty where he sat
on a stump, beside the little fire he'd managed to coax after several wasted
matches. This whole Pokémon Adventure thing was harder than he'd first
anticipated. He set his boots and socks near the fire so they could dry out,
holding his bare toes out towards the flickering heat.
His Bulbasar lay huddled a way's away, glaring at the tiny fire with narrowed
eyes. Looks like she's still made about our battle earlier, Donny thought in
dismay. His best friend, Sarah, had chosen the Charmander, right after he had
picked Bulbasaur, of course, and demanded a battle, before he'd barely had a
chance to introduce himself to the little creature. He'd reluctantly agreed,
not wanting to be teased by her again for being too soft. It had been a nerve-
wracking experience, watching the little lizard's arms rake bloody furrows in
his new partner's skin. She had done well despite all that, ferociously
throwing herself head first at the Charmander, pummelling him with her thick
skull. The pair were rolling around on the floor, tangled and tussling, when
the Charmander's tail had rested against Bulbasaur's back for a moment too
long, and wisps of black smoke began curling up to the ceiling. Donny had
rushed forward then, forfeiting the battle as he pulled Bulbasaur away and
brushed at her blackened bud with his sleeve. Bulbasaur had barely made a sound
during the whole ordeal, but since emerging from the Pokécentre completely
healed, she hadn't looked at Donny- not for the whole day. He let her follow
beside him, out of her Pokéball, but he didn't make her fight again that day.
Now she was staring at him from the dark, her eyes reflective and glinting back
a ruddy orange light. Donny cursed himself for getting off to such a bad start
with his starter, but hoped that tomorrow he would get a chance to make it up
to her. With a sigh, he mumbled a goodnight to the little Bulbasaur, and lay
down on his sleeping bag.
It was summer, so the air was warm and humid even in the dead of night. Donny
slept atop his sleeping bag with an airy blanket, stripped of his jeans and
tshirt, relishing the slight breeze on his sweaty skin. He stared up at the
stars for a time, listening to the wind, but sleep did not take him. The more
he lay there, the more he remembered the pained expression on his Bulbasar's
face when he'd snatched her away from the flame... With a sigh, Donny reached
down instinctively into his boxers, grabbing at his limp cock, needing a
distraction from his own mind. The sensation was pleasant, and he began to
slowly stroke himself, feeling his cock swell and grow, precum leaking from the
tip.
His breath hitched, pace increasing, making soft shuffling noises amongst his
bedding as he jerked off. He thought about Sarah and her Charmander, the little
male lizard pumping furiously into Sarah's pussy as she bent over, moaning and
dripping... A quiet shuffle startled Donny out of his fantasy, and he looked
over to the side, coming face to face with his Bulbasaur as she crept closer,
out of the dark. Her head was tilted curiously to one side, confused by his
behaviour. Donny froze, hand still grasping his cock beneath the blanket,
staring over at the Pokémon.
After a minute of staring, he hesitantly gave another stroke. "Do you know what
this is?" he whispered. He knew what people did with Pokémon. He'd walked in on
his mom and her Vulpix by accident one day when he was six. After that, his
parents had sat him down and explained how common it was to have sex with one's
Pokémon, but that it wasn't talked about openly in society. Donny licked his
lips, mind racing with the possibilities now that he had his own Pokémon.
Bulbasar nodded her head slowly, not breaking eye contact. Then, she turned her
head to where his cock was poking up beneath the blanket. Donny saw the vine
slide forward from the shadows, it's little nub tip so similar to his own young
cock. With slight hesitation, Bulbasaur reached out and brushed him lightly
through the fabric. Donny shivered. It was the first time anyone besides him
has ever touched his dick. It throbbed in response, hungry for more, and he
motioned his Bulbasaur to come over to him. She looked nervous, so he
whispered, "You don't have to." and she hesitated again, thinking. After a
moment, however, she came forward, vines extended but hovering uncertainly just
an inch away from touching his body. The two stared awkwardly at one another
until Bulbasaur gave a resolute little nod of her head, and brushed more
confidently at Donny's cock, lightly trailing the edge of one vine up and down
the shaft.
Excited, still not quite believing it, Donny moved the sheet aside to bare
himself to the cold night air. He held his cock in one hand still, beginning to
stroke lightly again while his Pokemon watched. Bulbasaur's mouth hung open a
little, eyes wide and full of curious interest. Donny's breathing began to
deepen a little as he increased his pace, but he soon stopped himself, not
wanting whatever was happening to end. He motioned Bulbasaur over to him, and
she came forward. Donny sat up, propped on one elbow, and reached his arms out
to the tiny Pokemon. Bulbasaur gave a suprised little squeak when the boy
lifted her up without warning, turning her about so she was facing his cock
before setting her down gently on his chest. She was a warm, soft little weight
pressing down lightly on him. From this position, she could stare fully at
Donny's erect cock, and he was face to face with her glistening little mound.
It was the same colour as the rest of her body, but raised slightly, looking
plump and swollen with heat, juices trickling out and down one hind leg.
Donny's mouth parted and he felt his mouth water- his cock twitched in
appreciation too. His hands moved forward before he could think, fingertips
delicately probing at the soft flesh. Bulbasaur squeaked, and her vines curled
around his hand, slowing his movements, but not pushing him away.
After giving her a moment to relax, Donny pressed forward again. His fingers
pulled at the small lips, revealing a purplish-green blush inside. The idea
came to him quite suddenly, and he lifted his Pokemon again with one hand on
each side of her pudgy torso, moving her back until his tongue could reach out
and swipe her pussy, one long wet line from bottom to top. Bulbasaur croaked in
pleasure, shuddering, and Donny was lost in the taste and feel of it. She
tastes like honeydew and cucumbers, he thought distantly, before allowing his
tongue to explore her more thoroughly. Being able to lift her made it easy, he
didn't have to crane his neck as he plunged his tongue into her opening, then
backed out to run over her tiny protruding clit. Bulbasaur's tiny-toed feet
scratched and clawed at the air as she writhed in Donny's hands, such cute
vocalizations coming from her wide mouth. The boy lapped at his Pokemon for
some time before she finally went rigid, then shuddered, her little cunt
squeezing mightily around his tongue as he reached it deep inside her, slick
sweet liquid pouring out and slopping over his chin.
The pair lay panting, chests heaving in unison, beside the dying fire. They
remained that way, heartbeats in sync, until Bulbasaur roused herself,
remembering her trainer's need. Donny's cock was still rigid despite the cold
air, and he twitched when Bulbasaur wrapped her vines around it, encasing it in
a peculiar sort of cool warmth. He tensed at the feeling of strength in his
Pokemon's vines, but she just wiggled her toes cutely at him, and he tried to
relax. She began to massage his cock, twisting and undulating her vines in a
circular motion up and down the shaft. Donny shivered, the sensation strange
and new but not entirely unpleasant. He could feel himself getting close to the
edge, even just from this, the thought of what he was doing, the taste of his
Pokemon's cum in his mouth, all of it almost enough to send him over. Then,
without warning, Bulbasaur reached forward and licked the tip of Donny's cock
with her rough tongue, and he came, hot spurts jetting onto his Pokemon's
surprised face. He came hard, bucking forward until he saw star bursts behind
his eyes, then relaxed, peering down at his Bulbasaur in a warm haze. She
blinked back at him, a content look on her face, and Donny knew that everything
was going to be alright.
***** 002: Ivysaur *****
Chapter Summary
     Female Ivysaur / Female Human - vanilla
     -------
     Cunnilingus, Vaginal Penetration, Fluffy Smut
It was dark and quiet in the small house, soft sounds from the forest outside
the only noise. Rachel was stretching on the floor of her bedroom, exhausted
after a busy day of farming. She lived in the Johto region, about an hour's
walk from Goldenrod, and made good money selling rare out-of-region berries at
the local markets. Rachel had been born in Kanto, but her family moved to
Goldenrod when she was 14, and she'd gone along with them. Her starter had been
Bulbasaur, as she'd always been drawn to nature and plants, but she'd never
been much for battling, so Bulbasaur had grown slowly. A few schoolyard battles
now and then her only experience with fighting, Rachel had never gone out on a
Pokémon adventure like you saw in the movies- it just wasn't as common in the
big cities. Only a few of her classmates had chosen to leave. Bulbasaur had
evolved for her just a few months after graduation, and her new Ivysaur had
inspired Rachel to buy a little plot of land outside of town with her school
savings.
It had been another hard day in the fields, and now Rachel was enjoying the
feel of the hot water sluicing off the dust and dirt from her body. Ivysaur
hummed appreciatively from her spot on the bathroom floor, soaking in the
moisture from the steamy air. When the water began to cool, Rachel turned it
off and stepped out, reaching for a towel, which Ivysaur supplied with a vine.
She dried off, unconcerned of her nakedness in front of her Pokémon, and then
used the damp towel to gently wipe dust from Ivysaur's fronds and body. She
found herself smiling at the bright colour of Ivy's bud, and she imagined the
day, far in the future, that Ivysaur would evolve. She wouldn't fit in this
bathroom anymore, Rachel thought absently as she eyed the small space, but gave
herself a little shake. That's a long time away.
It wasn't long before she was crawling into bed, relishing the cool feel of her
airy sheets against clean skin. Ivysaur used her vines to lift herself into the
small bed beside Rachel's- a simple construction of wood with a pillow stuffed
inside. Ivy turned once, twice, and settled down with a barely audible sigh.
The moon shone in through the window, illuminating the room with its near-full
glow. Rachel sighed, turning, feeling the tense knots in her back with one
hand. "Ivy..." she whined, and her Pokemon's eye slid open with a reflective
glint. "Please? Tomorrow I'll take you into the city to get one." She motioned
at her sore back, and Ivy let out a good natured sigh before hopping onto the
bed. Her vines reached out confidently and began to knead Rachel's back and
shoulders, knowing exactly where to press. Rachel let out some interesting
groans, but as time ticked by, she began to feel immensely better. Her body
floated on a cloud, and she nearly fell asleep right there, but opened her eyes
again as Ivy began to withdraw her vines and creep to bed.
"Come here." she whispered, voice low, and the tone of it froze Ivy in her
tracks. The Pokémon looked back, eyes filling with heat. This was not the first
time her human's voice had sounded this way. She turned back, clawed feet
moving rhythmically forward, to where Rachel waited with her arms outstretched.
In a practiced movement, Ivy's delicate vines grasped the thin sheet that
covered Rachel's nakedness and pulled it down, revealing her bare skin to the
cool night air with a small gasp. Rachel took a moment to squirm before
grabbing a pillow to hug and shyly spreading her legs. Her pussy glinted in the
moonlight, warm and slick with wetness. Ivysaur grinned silently to herself,
running the nub of her vine along the edge of her trainer's cunt. Rachel just
whimpered, shivering with anticipation, until Ivy came forward and licked a
slow, rough line from ass to stomach with her tongue. Her wide mouth fit
perfectly between her trainer's legs, large tongue able to cover her entire sex
in one lick.
Licking slowly, Ivy fell into a rhythm, encouraged by the breathy moans
emanating from farther up the bed. She could tell from the desperate rocking of
her human's hips that she wanted something more, though, and so she positioned
one vine right at the mouth of Rachel's opening. The human cried out at the
feel of it, hips angling downwards in an attempt to get closer, so Ivy didn't
tease any more, instead plunging her vine inside, twisting it around, feeling
the smooth flesh of her trainer's pussy. Ivy's vine slid in and out, quickly,
just how Rachel liked it, a large wet spot quickly forming on the bedsheets.
The world reduced to the sound of insects and wind, distant, the quick pants of
her trainer, the lewd slick friction of her Pokémon's vine pumping in and out
of her soaked cunt. Rachel was curling inwards, legs raised and held trembling
on either side of Ivy's broad head, her body tensed like a bowstring as the
final drops were added, until she burst, overflowing, and cried out in a hoarse
whisper. Tension flowed from her body as the waves pulled her under, carrying
her away on a tide of serene pleasure. Ivy held herself still, knowing any more
would be too much for her beloved owner, waiting, soaking in the light of
pleasure that radiated so strongly from the human.
After some time, Rachel's eyes fluttered open and looked down the length of her
naked body. Ivy was lifting the airy blanket up with deft vines and laid it
gently atop her human's form. Rachel sighed, suddenly exhausted, and her final
thought before sleep was of the beauty of her Pokemon's serene face as she
settled in to sleep in bed beside her.
***** 003: Venusaur *****
Chapter Summary
     Male Venusaur / Female Human - PokéDom
     ------
     Rape, Bondage, Choking, Blood, Huge Insertion, Whipping, Torture,
     Slavery, Voyeurism, Vines, Masks.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll take your seats in the viewing area, the show
will begin shortly..."
Men and women of all variety milled about the dark room, clothed in expensive
suits and beautiful dresses, each face hidden by a dazzling array of Venetian
masks. Some half, some full, blacks and golds and reds and whites, delicately
interlocking lace and burnished dark leather. They came in pairs, down carpeted
steps and through wood-panelled, low lit rooms, to seat themselves in fine
silk-lined chairs, encircled around a large glass window. The same window was
mirrored six times, circling high above the front and sides of a central stage,
each room filled to the brim with similarly dressed, mysterious patrons. A
cool, feminine voice came over the speakers once more, just as the warm gas
lamps began to dim.
"Please take your seats, the show is about to begin..."
The stage was dark, but stage lights blazed on all at once, illuminating the
scene like a television turning on, but this was no recording. In the middle of
a drab, concrete room, a woman was bound to a large wooden X, hand and foot,
with dark leather straps. They were twisted painfully tight and nailed into the
wood, the pressure visibly discolouring her hands even from this distance. The
light seemed to suprise the woman as much as anyone, her mass of dark curly
hair waving around with the frantic motions of her head. From here, she seemed
so small, a toy, but you could still see the quick rise and fall of her chest-
the perfect balance between distance and intimacy.
Suddenly, something huge moved behind her. You realized for the first time that
the room extends far beyond the edge of bright light. Some dark shape moved
there, revealing itself slowly. Bumpy, mottled blue-green skin, huge dark
leaves rustling against one another. Long, blunted claws glistening in the
harsh light. A wide face, opening wide to reveal sparse teeth, huge tongue.
Bulging, heavy-lidded eyes. Two vines slithered enticingly in practiced circles
on either side as the beast revealed itself fully, standing magestic and
terrible behind the woman. Surely she heard it's movements, for her struggles
increased in their urgency, arms twisting in sickening ways as she fought
against her impossible bindings. However, she could not see the monster, even
if it did move in front of her, as a complex-looking blindfold wrapped tightly
around her head, a delicate bit of silver chain reflecting across black fabric.
The giant Pokemon stayed crouching behind the wooden X, instead moving it's
thick vines towards the woman on either side, brushing against her arms
lightly, causing her to flinch and cry out- not that you could hear anything
besides the soft chamber music that played through hidden speakers in each
viewing room. The Venusaur continued to feather his vines across the woman's
limbs, cheek, breast. She flinched less and less until he brushed across her
hard pink nipple, and everyone watched the shudder that the rough motion
produced in the woman. The large vines curled, so gently, swirling around the
woman's long neck, her scream hardly having begun before a quick squeeze cut
her breath short. The audience watched, transfixed, as her face darkened, limbs
jerking spasmodically in their vain attempts to thwart the creature. Then, just
before it seemed she was about to go limp, the Venusaur relaxed his grip,
mottled purple bruises already forming on her pale thrust. His second vine
threaded deliberately down the woman's long stomach and in between her legs.
There, the bulbous end of the vine seemed so much larger, so impossible, but
the Pokémon continued, heedless, forcing it upwards, until the vine crushed
inwards with a visible bolt of shock through the woman's body. They paused
there, connected, as the woman regained full consciousness. Heavy breathing and
soft moans could be heard now over the chamber music, as the patrons, in twos
and threes and more, began to enjoy themselves more thoroughly.
A scream so visceral one could almost imaging hearing it through the soundproof
glass tore from the throat of the woman as she came back into her predicament.
Crimson blood coursed down her legs, contrasting with the deep green of the
Venusaur's vegetation, the pale white of her skin. The Pokémon wore a patient
look, eyes heavy and impassive as they followed the motions of something the
patrons couldn't see. Looking a little closer, you noticed a human dressed in
all black, standing outside of the stage lights, directing the Venusaur.
A sharp flick of the man's wrist, and the Venusaur's vine shuddered,
withdrawing, pulling the woman along to strain against her tethers, though she
had stopped struggling. Then, it was free, allowing more blood to spill out and
stain the dark wood and concrete floor. The woman's eyelids were heavy, head
lolling forward limply. Sweat plastered her dark curls to her white skin. The
Venusaur began it's vine dance once more, swirling the bloody appendage in
mirrored circles, lifting it high into the air. All at once, the vines flashed
downward, almost too fast to see. The green blurr hardly looked like it even
touched the woman, but she flinched terribly, body reflexively curling in on
itself, for what little it was able. A dark purple welt rose up quickly from
her delicate skin, mirroring the X that bound her.
The vines flashed out again, again, until the woman threw her head back and
screamed, silent to all the uncaring onlookers. The only indication of the
noise inside the chamber was a slight twitch of the Venusaur's ear, a tiny
tremor in the glass of the viewports. Soft moans broke the fog of chamber
music, crescendos of pleasure at the night's climax. All too soon, the woman
was nearly spent. Thick purplish bruises covering most of her flesh, blooming
in beautiful fractal patterns. Blood trickled a little in places struck hard
enough to split, collecting in widening circles at the foot of the cross.
Someone started clapping quietly near you, more joining in the polite
celebration, while others cried out in ecstasy as they came. The flash of light
from a Pokémon exiting it's Pokeball stopped much of the noise, everyone
holding their collective breath at what might be revealed. Diminutive, a tiny
pink Pokemon stood centre stage, it's round body and dark brown ears barely
recognizable if not for the contrast of colour between it and the grey floor.
The little star shaped Cleffa closed it's eyes in serene concentration,
clasping it's hands together and beginning to sway lightly back and forth. It's
head tilted skyward rapturously just as sparks began to form and drift in a
swirl up towards the tall ceiling. The audience held their breath, wondering
what would happen, the laboured rise and fall of the woman's chest seeming to
be the only movement. Then, the glittering sparks reformed, descending in
ripples around the bound woman's body. Bruises receded, blood staunched,
breathing eased. Gasps of surprise rang out from the onlookers as the woman's
skin nearly returned to creamy perfection, now decorated in lines by tacky
drying blood.
The Venusaur and Cleffa inclined their heads in a polite bow, returning to
their Pokeballs in a flash. The woman's voice came on over the speaker system
as the bound one regained consciousness, looking around in terror and
disbelief.
"Bidding for this beautiful toy starts at 100k. Do we hear 100k?"
***** 004: Charmander *****
Chapter Summary
     Male Charmander / Male Human - psub
     ------
     Rape, underage, implied incest, abuse, molestation, anal.
"Okay, you boys get ready for bed." Mom's voice was stern but kind, one eyebrow
quirking upwards at the audible groan from my older brother.
"But we just got to the boss." He complained loudly, shooting me a
conspiratorial glance and a smirk. I just sunk further into my seat on the
couch, trying to disappear.
"Well you know, Josh has a big day tomorrow. My little boy is starting his
Pokemon adventure!" Mom beamed widely, overcome with emotion until she had to
come over and embrace me, and then my brother. "You're gonna do great sweetie.
You have an awesome partner." She inclined her head towards the Pokéball
resting in my lap. I'd gone earlier that day to choose my starter- Charmander,
of course- and I would be setting out first thing tomorrow morning. Mom
straightened up again and began shooing in earnest. Caleb, my older brother,
made some quip about not remembering such fussing when he went on his adventure
six years ago. He had also chosen a Charmander, which was now a Charizard, and
gotten a respectable number of badges before returning home. Now he lived with
us again, and visited a neighbor to learn carpentry- a useful trade in a
village as small as ours.
Caleb grabbed me from behind in a half-hug, using his other fist to mess up my
hair. "C'mon bro, let's do what Mom says. Gotta get you all ready for your big
adventure!!" He was teasing and being sarcastic, of course, but nonetheless he
pulled me off the couch and towards our shared bedroom.
Mom sighed audibly after a moment of silence and poked her head around the
corner. "Hey, boys, Jessie just texted me. Her babysitter quit on her and she
needs someone to watch the girls tonight cause she's out of town. I'm going to
fly over there and stay the night, but I'll be back first thing to see you
off!" She started busying herself with packing an overnight bag, downloading
some Pokemon from the PC.
Caleb called after her, "Don't worry mum! I'll make sure he gets a good rest
for tomorrow!" And then proceeded to noogie me viciously, painfully hard now
that Mom was distracted. I could feel my stomach sinking into my feet, a chill
sweat breaking across my skin. It's okay, I thought, not believing my own
words, Just one more night, then you're leaving forever. Caleb reached over at
that moment and grabbed my nipple, hard, twisting it painfully until I let out
a yip. Mom walked into the hall just as Caleb's arm retreated to his side, and
she gave us a puzzled look.
"What was that?" she asked quizzically.
"Josh just bumped his elbow into the wall." Caleb supplied smoothly. "Ever the
klutz!" My brother's smile was as pearly white as ever, and Mom relaxed easily,
giving us some final details before leaving out the front door. It locked
behind her with an audible click, and then we were alone. I was hunched in on
myself, one arm gripping the other wardingly while Caleb regarded me with
steely eyes. Then, without warning, he grabbed me in a headlock and we made our
way, stumbling, to the bedroom. "Last night here for awhile, eh champ?" Caleb
growled with good humour. "Better make it count, dontcha think?"
The room was dark and musty, clothing, papers, and other assorted items
littered the floor in between the two twin beds that took up most of the room.
Caleb deposited me on my bed and turned around to begin rummaging underneath
his own. He spun around excitedly with a magazine in hand. I just drew my legs
up to my face and stared sullenly at him. "Oh my god." he said, looking me in
the face, "Would you wipe that fucking look off your face. You look like I just
killed your Poochyena." His face grew dark, and I knew better than to push him,
so I moved closer to him, trying to blank my face.
"What's that?" I asked mildly, looking at the book in his hands. It was hard to
make out in the darkened room, the only light came from the crack in the door,
and the moon through the translucent curtains. Caleb's smirk came back at my
question, and he plopped down beside me on the bed, turning the glossy paper
towards the moonlight.
The pages were filled with shiny, full-colour images of naked women and
Pokémon. Busty, tanned girls in bikinis lining up to straddle the point of a
Staryu. A willowy girl getting railed by a Mega-Lucario. Dark skinned women
kneeling before a giant Machamp, slobbering over his giant member. Caleb
continued to flip through the book, pausing once to fight with a stuck page. He
gave me a knowing look out of the corner of his eye, as we flipped to a page
where a muscular, oily man was balls-deep inside a beautiful, dark-red
Charmeleon. I blushed, looking away, and Caleb chuckled darkly. I shifted
uncomfortably, trying to arrange my skinny legs in such a way as to hide my
growing erection.
Caleb reached across suddenly, making a grab for the bulge in my pants. "I
thought you'd like this." He whispered in my ear as I pulled away, but I only
found the wall, frozen, with no where to go. I tried to push him away with my
forearm, but his hand was insistent and easily pushed past me to grip my dick
painfully hard.
"No!" I squeaked, "I'm not... I told you I'm not doing this anymore. You said
it was the last time." I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, and I turned
away to blink them furiously away.
"Oh fuck." Caleb said, annoyed. "Jesus, now you're gonna throw that in my face?
This is the last night I'm gonna see you for, what, how many years?" He pulled
away, anger radiating in waves from his body. "I suppose you don't give a shit
though. Bet you can't wait to get out of here." He was twisting the magazine
back and forth in his hands. I felt terrible, like always. Even after
everything, Caleb was my brother. I knew he had a hard time with girls, and he
wasn't much of a Pokémon trainer... I uncurled mysef from the corner and
reached a hand towards him.
In a flash, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me forward to unbalance me. I fell, of
course,all the way to the floor. He was on me in a moment, wrenching my arms
back and together, cinching them with a belt that he'd picked up off the floor
somewhere. "Stop!!" I squealed, panic rising in time with Caleb's anger. The
older boy was panting, not with exertion, but rage. I was trying to stay still
and not escalade the situation any more than it already was. "Okay, okay..." I
breathed, "Okay, fine, I'm sorry. We can do stuff." I felt ill to say it.
"No." He bit off the word, looming above me with clenched fists. "No, fuck you.
You don't want to, so fine." He rushed forward, causing me to cringe in on
myself. His strong hands grabbed me roughly all over as he roughly patted me,
searching. His hand struck the metal hardness of my new Pokéball, and our eyes
met in the darkness. He grinned, stuffing a hand into my pocket while I tried
to roll over and get away, but he'd already closed a fist around the shrunken
Pokéball. He withdrew, straightening, holding the ball between finger and thumb
and letting it glimmer in the moonlight.
The flash of light from Charmander's emergence was almost blinding, both boys
blinking until their eyes adjusted. Charmander's tail cast long shadows around
the messy room, tinging the room red in stark contrast to the moon's blue. The
little lizard just looked confused, cocking it's head sideways as it looked
from me, to Caleb, and back. Caleb was looking down at me, hands on his hips.
"Tell it not to hurt me." he snarled, glaring.
"What?" I said without thinking.
Caleb squatted down to where I was lying in the filth of our room. I turned my
head sideways to look at him, maybe talk him down, and he slapped me sharply
across the face. Reeling, I missed his first words.
"...not to hurt me! Now!"
I wiggled around so I could look at Charmander, voice cracking. "Charmander, I
order you to not hurt my brother." The creature just smiled, little baby teeth
barely poking out of it's pink gums, blue eyes sparkling. Caleb just grunted
something and stood up, moving towards Charmander and picking it up. He sat
down on his bed, the Pokémon in his lap. I flipped onto my side so I could see
better. Caleb had Charmander sitting on one knee like a little kid, but his
eyes were on me.
"I can't believe you hadn't thought of doing this before you even got him." he
said, half to himself. Caleb began rubbing Charmander's smooth belly, the
Pokémon starting out unsure but quickly moving to contentment from the rhythmic
stroking. Caleb's hand moved lower and lower, until he was almost cupping
Charmander's bottom. He trailed one finger delicately across the little fold of
skin running vertically low on Charmander's belly. A small tremor ran through
the Pokemon's body, one clawed hand moving up to the creature's mouth to stifle
a moan. Caleb's finger probed deeper past the soft scales, until Charmander let
out an audible squeak. I tensed at the sound, arms straining at the looped
belt, with little success. Some dark red thing was slipping out from
Charmander's slit, growing larger before my eyes, until it was fully erect,
protruding forward with visible steam in the cool air. "Oh!" Caleb said, "It's
a boy. Congratulations." He grinned down at me, but I just narrowed my eyes in
rebellion, widening his smile.
After a few moments of cooling, Caleb reached a tentative hand out to grasp
Charmander's cock around the base. He hissed softly, hand spasming, before
settling in a loose grip. Charmander crooned a little, kicking outwards with
his feet, but Caleb snaked an arm around his middle and held firm. Meanwhile,
his hand began a slow progression up the small length of the Pokemon's cock,
already slick with fluid, and more leaking from the tip. Shivering, Charmander
began panting, small noises coming at regular intervals from the back of his
throat while my brother increased the speed. I wiggled uncomfortably, cock
bulging against my jeans, confusing memories of when that had been me mixing
together with that shameful moment. "Char!" A pure cry, rumbling at the end
while my Pokemon shuddered and orgasmed, steaming white strands of cum shooting
forward to land near my face.
"Yeah..." Caleb breathed heavily, "He liked that." His hands were already at
his waist, the sound of his zipper tearing through the room. Caleb scooped up
my Charmander, grabbing him under the arms and lifting him up with one arm
while his other hand fumbled to free his bulging erection.
"No!" I said quickly, trying to get up.
"You wanna take his place?" Caleb growled. I remembered the pain, and shame,
and embarrassment, and sank back down to the floor, face burning. I turned
away, face buried in the carpet, as Caleb scoffed, dick out in the open now,
working it slowly with one hand while Charmander cocked his head in confusion.
I couldn't watch. I listened instead, body rigid with shame and rage, as
Caleb's breath hitched. Shuffling of cloth. Charmander's confused squeak,
increasing to a cry of panic. My head whipped back around, eyes glaring hotly,
while I witnessed my Pokemon's pain. Caleb had lifted the tiny thing with both
hands and was in the process of spearing him with his gargantuan member.
Charmander's clawed feet were wiggling vainly while Caleb pushed him down onto
his cock. The tip of Caleb's cock slid ineffectually off Charmander's smooth
scales a few times before finally catching, pressing open the Pokémon's tight
hole. Caleb threw his head back with a heartfelt groan before forcing
Charmander down heavily, the thick tip of his cock trembling before popping
it's way inside. Charmander screeched, the high pitched sound reverberating
horribly in their room, before Caleb adjusted his grip and clamped a hand over
the creature's mouth. Tears stung my eyes as I remembered the same hand
frantically covering my own mouth.
They stayed, frozen like that, for a few moments before Caleb opened his eyes
wide enough to notice I was watching. He gave the most evil grin that made my
blood boil, before using the leverage of his hand clamping shut Charmander's
mouth and his grip under the Pokémon's arms to push down, the length of his
cock sliding slowly inside Charmander's body. I could've sworn I saw a tiny
dent poking out from Charmander's stomach once it was fully buried. The Pokémon
was still making small, pained noises behind Caleb's hand, it's tiny chest
rising and falling in shallow, panicked breaths.
"Yeah, fuck yeah..." Caleb was whispering, I could tell he was about ready to
blow just from the power trip he was on. I tried to control my breathing, calm
my rage, so as to not encourage him any more. I just wanted it to be over.
You're leaving tomorrow, I reminded myself over and over. Caleb grunted low in
his throat and began moving out and in just a little, basically wiggling at the
tight apex of his thrust. Charmander shuddered and squealed at the slightest
movement, but my brother continued on uncaringly, jiggling the little creature
on his dick like some perverted sex toy. I knew what was coming from experience
when his rhythm began to falter, vibrating through his whole body until he let
out a lengthy moan, eyes shutting tightly as he pumped his load deep inside my
Pokémon. In a rare act of mercy, he removed his cock from Charmander with a wet
slurping sound, depositing the Pokemon on the floor before laying back on his
bed to enjoy the last waves of his orgasm. Charmander lay unmoving, eyes
distant as pinkish cum leaked out of his ass, and I saw myself in him as the
tears spilled over.
It was awhile before Caleb got up and let me out of my belt-binding. I recalled
Charmander to his Pokeball without speaking. I knew how this went. Caleb went
to the bathroom, cleaned up, and was snoring loudly before I had fully made up
my mind. Pokeball in hand, I packed a bag and slipped out the front door
silently, ready to begin my Pokémon adventure, and never returned.
***** 005: Charmeleon *****
Chapter Summary
     Male Charmeleon / Male Trainer - psub
     -----
     Prostitution, forced, blowjob, anal sex.
Bells jingled, announcing the arrival of another customer. It was a man- as was
most common- dressed business-casual, working a dark hat nervously between his
shaking hands. He was peering around the place like a cop might leap out at any
moment and cuff him, but the woman behind the desk just smiled warmly and
relayed a gentle greeting, to which the man responded in kind, allowing for
some sense of normalcy to return to him. He walked brisquely up to the counter
then, with new found confidence, and announced, "I'd, uh, like to purchase an
hour." with only a slight tremor in his voice. The woman adopted a patient,
motherly look.
"First time, hun?" she asked.
He looked a little miffed to be found out so easily, but had the grace to let
it go. "Y-Yeah."
"What's your name, honey?"
The man stiffened, obviously searching for an alias. "Scott." He offered
lamely.
The woman pulled a pink binder from beneath the counter, a sly smile playing
across her lips. "Here's our catalogue, Scott." She opened the binder, high-
gloss photographs of hundreds of Pokémon filling the pages. They easily had all
the Pokemon now native to Unova since the big migration, and even a wide
selection of rare, off-region Pokemon. Scott leaned forward with interest, eyes
widening at the lewd photographs. Each Pokémon was pictured both tastefully,
surrounded by dark silk, various legs and other appendages spread wide to show
off both male and female genetalia. Then, to the side of each picture, another
photograph showing the same Pokémon covered in cum, holes wide, faces flushed.
Scott pulled back in embarrassment after seeing one Pokémon, an Ampharos, three
off-camera men thrusting into all her holes at once, cum already glittering
across her smooth skin. Flipping the page, a strange, off-colour Raichu stared
cutely out at him, icy blue eyes and round ears looking bizarre, totally unlike
any Raichu Scott had seen before.
"That's Malu, our Alolan Raichu." The woman's voice startled the man, "Isn't
she cute?"
"I was, uh," said the man, "Looking for male Pokemon, actually."
The woman looked playfully surprised. "Okay, honey." She withdrew the pink
binder, and produced a dark blue one. Scott's eyes roamed with interest over
the contents, until he tentatively picked up the book, leafing through it more
quickly. He stopped on a page near the end, trembling, before holding it out to
the woman.
"T-This one?" His voice still shook, finger pointing to a dark red Charmeleon
with a thick, horn-like cock. Tiny fleshy ridges decorated the underside, near
the tip. His moneyshot photo showed the Pokémon kneeling, thick strands of cum
covering his reptilian snout, lips parted seductively to reveal a forked tongue
that lapped eagerly at the white liquid. The woman saw his choice and smiled
appreciatively, collecting the binder from the man and tucking it away. Then,
she turned to her PC and typed a little, the Pokéball transfer machine whirring
to life. A flash of light, and a dusty red Pokéball appeared, sitting in the
dull electric light, while the pair took care of payment and other formalities.
Then, she handed the ball over to the nervous man, giving him a wink before
pointing to the foggy glass door to their right and producing a set of keys
with an obnoxious feathery heart keychain attached.
"Down that hall, number 7." She purred, handing the keys over to him. "We'll
call you on the phone when your time is up." She finished sweetly, and went
back to her magazine.
Scott gulped and pocketed the Pokéball, shouldering his way through the door
and into the hall. The carpet was dark red, a slightly different red covering
the walls, while the doors were black, chipped golden numbers hanging crookedly
from each one. Scott counted his way to number 7, and put the key in the lock,
turning it with a clunk. The room inside was dark, but when he flicked on the
lights, Scott was confronted with a largely normal-looking hotel room. It was
all beige and teal and navy blue, a small bathroom available beside the
entryway. Scott took off his shoes and coat, sitting down heavily on the edge
of the queen-sized bed. It squeaked metalically, and Scott let out a deep sigh,
spinning the Pokéball in one hand. He tossed it into the air, like flipping a
coin, summoning the monster within.
The Charmeleon blinked awake, glancing around the room with a bored
indifference. He scratched the side of his face with one back foot, tail
aflame, swaying back and forth slowly. Scott was sitting on the edge of the bed
with excited anticipation, motioning the Pokémon over with a wave. Charmeleon
stomped forward, eyes narrowed suspiciously at the man, but did not hesitate.
He wiggled his way in between the man's legs, wrapping his arms around the
man's waist, seductively turning one eye up towards Scott's face.
Scott was tense, but soon relaxed into the creature's embrace, sighing
contentedly. Then, with sudden force, he pushed the Pokémon away, confusing the
beast. Charmeleon just watched warily from the ground as the man stood and
fumbled with his pants, removing them and folding them neatly on the dresser
beside the bed. He turned back to the Pokémon, naked besides a form-fitting t-
shirt, working himself up and down with one furiously quick wrist. He reached
down, grasping the Charmeleon and wrenching him to his feet by his horn, the
bony scale-covered protrusion that would one day branch into the twin horns of
a Charizard.
Scott thrust his soft cock towards Charmeleon's face- the Pokémon was still
disoriented and didn't immediately open his maw. In response, Scott shook the
Pokémon roughly by his horn, jarring the creature, and pressed insistently
against the beast's lips, which quickly obliged. Groaning, Scott pushed the
length of himself into the beast's mouth and down his serpentine throat,
forcing him to straighten out to avoid the uncomfortable pressure. A steady
gurgling filled the room as the man began to pump in and out, in and out, using
the horn for easy leverage as he loomed above the crouching Charmeleon. Saliva
dripped out from the corners of the Pokémon's mouth, trailing to the floor as
he closed his eyes in silent concentration. Slowly, the Charmeleon's eyes
closed as he focused completely on the human's pleasure, letting his throat be
nothing more than a fuck-toy.
After awhile of this, Scott pushed the Pokémon back to the floor and walked
over to his coat, extracting a condom from an inner pocket. He tore the foil
package open and slid it into place with one practiced motion, striding back to
where Charmeleon lay waiting, unsure how the human wished for him to act. Scott
just nudged at the 'mon's back flank with one foot, cocking his head to one
side, hand sliding up and down his cock languidly. He looked like he wanted to
say something, then thought better of it, instead falling upon the unwitting
creature in a flash. The human's oppressive weight bore down on the smaller
Pokémon, pinning him easily while his hips frantically searched for the
Charmeleon's slut-hole. Upon finding it, the man shook forward violently,
impatient, over-eager and frustrated, working his way into the hole with
painful stabbing quickness. Charmeleon let out a hissing cry, his well-trained
mind enjoying the delicious ache of it, body reflexively arching upwards to
better accommodate cock.
The man thrust downward, legs straddling the smaller beast as he hunched above,
forearms framing the creature's face on either side. His shaggy, dark hair hung
down lank and sweaty, animalistic grunts coming from the back of his throat as
he thrust over and over into the beast. Charmeleon kept his fiery tail expertly
to one side, dark eye rolling back in his head to stare up at the human who was
fucking him. Hot breath panted out from his parted maw, forked tongue slipping
purposefully between blunted teeth. Scott hadn't fully appreciated the
Pokémon's tongue before, he'd been too deeply buried in his throat. Watching,
panting, he saw Charmeleon flick out his forked tongue once more, twisting the
thin tines together in a corkscrew motion, then untwisting them and flicking
them up and down, alternatively. The simple thought of the slippery flesh
twisting around the head of his cock undid him, freezing him mid-thrust as he
poured hot cum deep inside Charmeleon's ass. His eyes shut tight, and he
clutched at the thick, meaty haunches of the 'mon while he shook out his
blinding orgasm, lights dancing behind his eyes.
Panting, the man leaned back, softening cock slipping out of the Pokémon's ass
with a wet gurgle. Charmeleon lay still, waiting for instruction, but Scott
just withdrew him into his Pokéball without a word, giving an embarrassed
glance to no one in particular. Hurrying to the bathroom, he cleaned up and
dressed in record time. "Shit, fuck, shit..." was all he could whisper under
his breath. "Fuck, you did it again, you did it again...!"
Within minutes, he'd gathered his things and headed out the hall, handing the
ball back to the confused clerk, who looked stunned, and began to explain that
there was still twenty minutes left, only to empty air.
***** 006: Charizard *****
Chapter Summary
     Female Charizard / Female Human - pDom
     -----
     Fluff, fisting, captive, distant past AU.
The Elder's face was grave as he looked over the assembled tributes- young men
and women assembled from all the villages that lived within the shadow of the
Mountain. He walked down the line, scrutinizing each beautiful face after the
next. A few members of each gender were dismissed for not being perfect enough-
but they weren't offended, they were relieved. No one wanted to offend the
Dragon, and no one wanted to be chosen by it.
The Elder stopped in front of me, appreciating my lightly curled mahogany hair,
the light dusting of freckles across the bridge of my nose. He paused a moment
to draw a wrinkled hand across my smooth skin, nodding his approval before
moving on down the line. Pretty boys and girls of every variety stood in the
village green, of Stands-at-Dragon's-Feet, the village closest to the home of
the Dragons. My people had lived alongside the Dragons for generations- and
because of our agreement to give tribute once every ten years, the great Dragon
protects us from other monsters who might destroy us, like walking boulders,
poison flowers, or the mind-takers, even the graveyard spirits.
Even now, across the plain, I could see a flicker of dark red moving through
the trees. The little Dragons- offspring of the great Dragon- hunted in packs
all around our villages, and would come to the aid of any human caught in
peril, all throughout the shadow of the Mountain. The flames on their tails
flickered visibly in the darkening light, as older villagers, too old to be
given as tribute, began lighting bonfires and filling braziers all around the
square in preparation for the Dragon's arrival. Flowers, food, and sculptures
were heaped on the long table, more gifts for the Dragon's visit.
Someone called out and pointed up, towards the mountain. Dirty human faces all
turned skyward to view the jets of flame blooming orange from the mountaintop.
The Dragons were announcing themselves, and soon wing beats could be heard over
the wind. The Elders clapped impatiently, and everyone took their places,
tributes lined up neatly in their simple white robes, the rest of the villagers
standing back, kneeling or sitting in the grass. I could see them now, flying
down in lazy circles, their thick tales slicing through the air, large life-
fires burning strong at each's tip.
A few began to alight on the green, landing heavily and shaking the earth. They
were almost as tall as a man, not including the thick tails that wound out
behind them. Proud orange wings stretched and settled comfortably upon their
backs, translucent blue webbing mirroring the darkening sky. Twin horns
decorated each serpentine head that rested upon long necks, glittering rows of
teeth grinning back at our frightened faces. The Dragons grouped up together
some ways away from us tributes, ten in all, pausing to eye our celebration
with critical eyes. Some Dragons would spray a jet of flame, seemingly for fun,
looking slyly out to see our reactions. One Dragon came forward towards the
line, thick clawed feet kicking up dust as he approached.
He walked up and down the line, heat radiating from his orange scales, each
tribute shivering with both relief and cold as he passed them by. After a few
trips, however, the Dragon paused in front of me, twisting his long neck down
to peer into my face with a sky-blue snake's eye.
"Charr...." he rumbled deeply, eye blinking in a deliberate, slow movement. The
Elders took it for what it was- a choosing. I'd been selected, I realized with
numb disbelief. The other tributes were hurrying back to the arms of their
waiting families. Everything felt distant, unreal- I looked with wide eyes at
the shocked faces of my mother and father, clutching one another reflexively as
they witnessed my fate. Then I saw my sister. My sister... I gulped heavily, a
stone settling into my stomach, content with the knowledge that because of my
sacrifice, she would be too old to be selected ten years from now.
Some of the Dragons were busy wolfing down the food from the long table, two
smaller-looking ones locked in a fierce wrestling match over a stack of roast
chickens. I stepped forward boldly, towards the large Dragon who had selected
me. He gave me a bored look, a few sausages sticking haphazardly out of his
maw, then swallowed, growling something to the others. Before I could even
think to ask for time to say my goodbyes to everyone, the Dragon seized me,
powerful wings beating furiously. Wind whipped wildly at my hair, and I cried
out, but when I blinked the dust away, the village green was receding beneath
my feet. My stomach did a few flips as I watched the houses of my people shrink
into specks, frigid air slicing deep into my bones. The Mountain loomed,
impossibly high, and seemed to stretch on forever even as we sped along, tree
and rock a mere blur far below.
The Dragon had plucked me up beneath the shoulders, carrying me like a child as
we flew. After a few minutes of shouting, I finally got through to him about
the cold, and he drew me close to his chest where the Fire was contained. I
could feel the heat of it even at a distance, and I turned stiffly inward,
curling myself into the creature's chest with a relieved sigh. It seemed like
hours we flew like that, and I may have even dozed off a few times, but a
change in wing beat startled me awake, and I looked around in confusion at the
rocky landscape.
Thick mist curled around the jutting spires of white rock, nearly obscuring my
view of the place until the powerful gusts of wings cleared it away, revealing
the Dragons' home. Dozens of full-grown Dragons lazed about on rocky cliffs,
some curled together like twins, others playfully tussling, rolling around in a
blur of wing and tail. The tribute-party alighted in a small clearing, drawing
the attention of others as they laid down armfuls of food and small metal
trinkets. My carrier set me down roughly, so much that I stumbled, rolling
painfully across jagged stone. When I had regained my senses, I looked up and
noticed the huge Dragon sitting on a precipice above the clearing.
She was sitting in a uniquely shaped stone-bowl that rested high above the
clearing where the other Dragons milled about. Her role and status was
immediately obvious, as all around her lay dozens of pale eggs speckled with
large green spots. Then, climbing about her tail and back, were even more
little-lizards- small, paler versions of the dark red adolescents that roamed
in packs around their lands. They all bore the flame-tail of the Dragon, but
had wide, curiously sympathetic eyes that called strongly to my heart. With a
swish of her tail, the mother signaled to her offspring, and the little-lizards
hopped off and scurried away into holes in the rock. The Mother spread her
magestic wings and took off, sweeping down towards me in a frightening display,
whisking me off my feet in a breathless rush and taking me somewhere higher up
the mountain.
It only took a moment, but we'd gone into the thick mist, and I had trouble
getting my bearings. The Mother had set me down and slithered off somewhere. I
tried to follow her, waving my arms ineffectually at the white vapours. She
graciously whipped a wing out and my vision cleared, revealing peculiar low
rock pools filled with steaming water. That was where the mists were coming
from- and why I hadn't been too cold since landing here. The Mother had slid
into one such pool, and was staring at me with dark eyes. I stood awkwardly,
white tribute's robe now plastered embarrassingly close to my body because of
the drenching mist. The Mother held her flame tail high above the water- though
I had a feeling any water that came too near it would become steam- and used it
now to motion me closer. I obeyed, head bowed low, panic settling over me.
Tributes never came back.
The Mother held out her three-fingered hand at me, and I paused. She shook her
head slowly, and made a motion of passing her arms over her head. I cocked my
head, trying to understand, then gathered up my soaked garments and held them
out a little. The Mother nodded. I dipped my head a little, embarrassed, but
after an encouraging snort from the beast before me, I lifted the robe over my
head and deposited it to the side. My naked form was considered very
classically beautiful in the village- wide hips, ample breasts, small rounded
stomach. A mass of soft dark hair covered my sex. The Dragon seemed to be
considering me, then jerked her head sharply, calling me forth again. I
blinked, but obeyed, stepping forward towards the pool. I reached a tentative
hand out to the hot water, but found it to be tolerable, and after a shared
glance with the Mother, I climbed into the pool.
The Mother was swishing around languidly, tail swaying back and forth like some
monsterous fish. I was shivering despite the heat of the pool, starting to
wonder what I'd gotten myself into, when the Mother made another commanding
motion to me. I blinked, having spaced out, my head was swimming with heat- I
think the Dragon was heating the spring even more. She was trying to
communicate something, using her clawed hands to motion to me as she flipped
onto her back, broad wings outstretched in the clear water to prop herself up.
Her thick tail was long enough that much of it was out of the water, sunset
reflecting off her pale scales. The Mother was looking at me curiously, then
dipped her head deliberately towards the base of her tail. Blushing, I eyed the
swollen slit there, blooming wide and pink with need. The Mother just raised an
eyebrow, dipping her head again, and I waded over, cautiously approaching her.
The Mother's slit opened faintly in a small fold at the base of her tail, pale
yellow scales guarding the delicate pink insides. She seemed to be waiting with
growing impatience, so, steeling myself, I reached a hand out to touch the
delicate skin. The scaly folds twitched reflexively at my touch, and I drew my
hand back fearfully, but the Mother was just giving me a bored look, so I moved
forward again. The folds twitched again at my touch, but I pressed forward,
slipping two fingers past the muscled opening, pushing them far into the
liquid-soft skin, fingertips tingling from the acute heat, just on the edge of
pain.
I probed further, eyes cast shyly upwards at the Mother's draconic face, but
she'd closed her eyes and was simply relaxing backwards in the warm pool. I
decided to try another finger, and another, until my hand was fully fit inside
the Dragon's slit. She hardly reacted until my small hand was fit tightly
inside, a little twitching around her closed eyes the only indication she felt
anything. Emboldened, I stood up a little in the water, placing my other hand
on the Mother's broad stomach to give myself some stability, while my hand
sought deeper inside her, testing for a reaction. I felt a twitch reverberate
throughout the Mother's body as my arm sank in nearly to the elbow, fear
striking through me as the Mother lifted her head and let loose a small jet of
fire, but when she looked down on me again with maw parted and heat in her
eyes, the fear dissipated.
I tried moving my arm again, as it had gone almost numb from the heat and
pressure. The inside of her was silky smooth, with small muscled bumps all
over, giving it an interesting mixture of textures. Slick wet liquid coated my
forearm as I worked it forward and back, pumping rhymically like I was washing
laundry. My hand hit the end of her on one thrust, a soft wall of flesh with a
thick, circular object on it. I'd never felt such a thing touching myself, but
perhaps I just hadn't gone deep enough. I reached out a finger to slide around
the circle, and the Mother shuddered, clawed hands opening and closing
reflexively, her eyes still shut in concentration. Curious, I gently stroked
the button more and more, moving my arm around to stimulate her as much as
possible. I could feel her body tensing, recognizing what was happening from my
own experiences. I kept up the pace, increasing it, faster, faster, until I was
nearly vibrating with the strain of it- and the pressure broke. Suddenly, her
flesh clamped down on my arm like a vice. I cried out, but it was drown out by
her joyous jet of flame, and there was nothing I could do but wait with a
pained expression while she spasmed around me. Hot liquid poured fourth,
slicking my arm more than I thought possible, a bit of it spraying out messily
as she contracted with more waves of pleasure.
The waves began to slow, and I managed to sneak my hand out in between one. I
backed away shyly, panting, drawn down to sit by the hot spring water. Some
minutes later, the Mother cracked a blue eye at me, and stirred. I watched her
climb out of the pool and shake off, stretching her limbs and wings. Then, she
took off, blowing huge gusts of wind that sprayed water all around. I had
barely climbed out of the water and picked up my white shift before she came
swooping down out of the sky and snatched me up in her claws, illiciting a
disgruntled scream while we raced down the mountain.
When we landed, I tumbled to the ground, shivering and wind-torn from my nude
flight. I clutched the thin soaked fabric to my shivering body, drawing it down
over my head without much thought for my surroundings. When I looked around, we
were near the mouth of a wide cave, stone teeth lining top and bottom of the
opening. It was misty here too, but I could see flickering fire light coming
from inside the cave. Multiple fires, I noticed as I stumbled forth. Leaning on
a large rock, I smiled as the little child-lizards waddled forward from the
cave, calling to me in curious chirps. The Mother moved past me, all the babies
gathering around her, climbing on her. She moved into the cave, beside a large
stone basin in the floor that held a huge reserve of burning coals. Curling up
a little ways away from the heat, her babies all cuddled in close, and I saw
then that she had curled up on a large clutch of green-spotted eggs. Behind
them, tears sprang to my eyes as I spied the cooking fires and sleeping furs of
four older women, each about ten years apart in age.
***** 007: Squirtle *****
Chapter Summary
     Male Squirtle / Female Human - psub
     -----
     Webcam, Voyeurism, Collar & leash, Facesitting.
The screen was blank, grey static fuzz buzzing across it while people gathered
in the chat room and waited. It only took about 5 minutes, and a picture
clicked to life, distorted for a second before it formed into the coherent view
of a simple-looking bedroom. Blue walls, dark blue curtains covering a window.
The camera was sitting on a little desk in one corner of the room, angled
towards the bed, big pillows and a pretty light blue duvet arranged neatly, the
skinny floor lamp beside the camera angled to bathe the area with light. A
little flicker of movement passed by the edge of the screen just before a young
woman came into view, smiling and waving at the camera. Her black hair was cut
short and hung in choppy angles around her face, bangs pinned neatly to one
side. A light blue sliver of something could be seen moving just below the
desk, and the woman bent down to pick it up, straightening to reveal a
Squirtle. His wide mouth was smiling, eyes shiny and bright like his lustrous
brown shell. The girl laughed a little, hugging the Pokémon, before depositing
him on the floor again. She leaned into the camera, pulling up a chair from
somewhere, and began speaking.
"Hi guys!" The chat room flooded with messages.
hey cutie.
what's up gorgeous?
Good to see you again.
hi sexy!!!!
The girl smiled as she read the responses, dark eyes flicking back up to the
camera. "Today we're going to be playing with my recently-hatched Squirtle."
She wagged a playful finger at the camera. "It's his first time, so you guys be
nice, okay!" She turned around, moving farther out of the frame until it could
be seen that she was wearing tight black shorts and a loose-flowing white tank
top, no bra. Her chest was nearly flat, save for small, hand-sized breasts with
perky pink nipples sticking out, peeking around the translucent fabric. The
girl bent down to lift her Squirtle up and onto the bed, where he could be
easily seen by the camera. He was looking around curiously, one hand in his
mouth, while the girl walked out of sight, returning a moment later with a
small dark blue felt collar with an O-ring hanging off the front. She giggled
audibly and cinched the thing around the Squirtle's neck, producing a small
chain leash from somewhere and latching the end to Squirtle's collar. The
little turtle just cocked his head to one side, and the girl rubbed his smooth
head playfully, turning back to shoot a smile at the camera.
Letting the leash drop onto the comforter, she stretched mightily, like a
Persian, and in one smooth motion peeled her tank top off, baring her pale skin
and pink-blushed breasts to the world. Just as quick she had the shorts off,
revealing a delicately rounded pussy, a neatly shaped strip of soft hair
running down the middle. The girl's body was thin, smooth, her ribs visible,
with just the barest touch of roundness at hip and breast. She turned back and
forth a little, giving the audience a good view, before coming back up to the
camera to skim over the chat room. "What should we try first, guys?" she asked,
sending the chat into an explosion of text, responses barely on screen for a
second before they were swept away under a flood of more. The girl just giggled
and read for awhile, shining eyes soaking in the attention, before nodding
knowingly and walking over to the bed where her Pokémon waited.
Excited, the girl bounced onto the bed, hugging her Squirtle just as he was
about to fall onto his back, lifting him up as she shuffled over into the
centre of the bed. Tenderly, she kissed her Pokémon on the forehead, and
lowered him onto the bed, his rounded shell sinking into the fluffy comforter
to where he nearly disappeared. Then, she wiggled her way up, long thin legs
straddling the Pokémon on either side, until her soft cunt was positioned
directly above the Squirtle's head. From what little the camera could see at
this angle, his eyes were open wide and wondering, mouth parted in curious
anticipation. The girl paused a moment to look at the camera, giving a shy wave
to all those watching, then lowered herself slowly towards the creature's
mouth. He seemed to understand instinctually, mouth opening wider at her
approach, until she placed herself within reach, and his curious tongue made
tentative contact with her sensitive flesh. She shivered, pausing at the sudden
sensation, eyes flooding with heat. The pair glanced at each other, frozen in
that moment, until the girl lowered herself more comfortably, settling down
with her Pokémon's head between her legs. She lifted the chain, pulling on it
lightly for show, and grinding her hips forward with need. "Lick me." she
commanded, not bothering to wait before she started grinding into the Pokémon's
small face. His skin was smooth all over, cool mouth wet and toothless, tongue
darting out to lap at her clit with surprising speed. It wasn't long before the
girl's moans were echoing in the small room, the chatroom of watchers having
gone mostly silent as everyone focused on the show before them.
The girl arched backwards, reaching a hand out to balance herself as she
stretched her torso, riding the small creature beneath her. Something rose
behind her- the male Pokémon was responding to his owner's treatment the only
way he knew how- and soon his cock was standing stiffly up behind her, visible
on cam even though most of the turtle was hidden by fluffy sheets. The girl
just giggled when she saw it, shooting a knowing look at the crowd, then
reached thin fingers to delicately brush the tip. His cock was different than
most Pokémon's, the shaft relatively thin, with a bulbous head. The girl
grasped the thick head in one hand, illiciting a low cry from her Pokémon, who
struggled to free his face, with little success. She paused grinding, grabbing
up the chain in her other hand and tugging on it playfully, still not releasing
his sensitive tip. "Continue." she breathed, barely audible to the viewers.
Squirtle paused a moment, trembling in his owner's grasp, before surrendering
and focusing again on licking. The girl moaned, shivering, as he redoubled his
efforts, and started slowly stroking his cock. A light tremor ran through her
body, the pace of her grinding hips increasing in urgency as she rode the
little creatures face, one hand pumping faster on his little cock, until
Squirtle was making muffled noises in the back of his throat. "Yes, yes..." she
whined, grinding viciously into his face while her hand slid feverishly up and
down his cock, thick milky fluid bursting out just a moment before her own
orgasm, which sent her convulsing in on herself, shaking all over while a
primal groan escaped her lips. Red blush broke across her pale face, dark eyes
shut tight, mouth open in a perfect "oh..." as she came hard, spilling slick
fluid into Squirtle's mouth and down both legs.
Her hand shot out to grab the headboard, saving herself from falling. Wiggling
backwards, she freed her Pokémon, who was panting heavily on the bed, little
chest rising up and down, yet unable to move. A little wobbly, she set her feet
down on the floor, and lifted the Squirtle into her lap. He had a dazed sort of
look on his face, eyes unfocused. She turned to the camera and asked, "What
next?"
***** 008: Wartortle *****
Chapter Summary
     Female Wartortle / Male Human - vanilla
     -----
     Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Standing sex, Blowjobs, Size difference, Biting.
Will let out a sigh, quietly closing the door to the room he'd purchased for
the night at the Pokécenter, designed for tired travelling trainers like him.
Wartortle, his starter, stumbled in at his heel, looking exhausted from their
day at the local Gym. Dirt clung heavily to Will's clothes, and he slung his
backpack off one shoulder, setting it down beside the simple floor-bed that had
been rolled out for him.
In one corner, there was a sink with a little stool in front of it, a simple
cup and washcloth laid out for him. He quickly stripped off, stuffing his
soiled clothing into the laundry sack in his pack, and taking out his last
fresh change and setting them on the bed. Wartortle had wandered over to the
sink, stubby hands wrestling with the faucet, until Will strode over, naked,
and turned it on for her. She looked up gratefully, eyes droopy, before turning
back and rinsing her hands in the water. The floor sloped down slightly into
the corner by the sink, where a drain sat. Will bent down and picked up the
cup, filled it with water and poured it over Wartortle's smooth brown shell,
wiping a hand across to buff away the dirt. Wartortle just sank gratefully to
the floor, tail swaying happily.
Suddenly, panic surged in Will. He remembered the battle they'd come from, the
Gym Leader's Magneton seemingly unscathed by his Wartortle's furious attacks.
Her teeth clamped down on the enemy's steel body, barely scratching the smooth
surface as Will watched Wartortle's teeth chip. Electricity surged through
metal, striking Wartortle while all Will could do was watch in horror from the
side. He should've known better than to try and fight it with his starter, but
he had rushed in and all his other Pokémon had fainted. Wartortle's strangled
cries echoed in the Gym, clawing at Will's heart. Somehow, she had found the
strength to pull into her shell, spinning and bouncing around the battleground
with vicious speed, jumping up to slam with deadly precision at the floating
Magneton. When the dust settled, the steel devil was laying flat on the ground,
Wartortle panting heavily some distance away. He'd won a Thunder Badge, but
barely remembered to accept it before rushing off to the Pokémon Center. They'd
taken care of his Pokémon, and he'd rented this room for the night, but the
fear he'd felt when he saw his partner convulsing with pain still clung to his
heart.
She was looking up at him now with her  head cocked, fluffy ears swaying with
the motion- probably because he'd stopped polishing her shell, so lost in
thought was he. Face trembling, he grabbed Wartortle up in his arms, hugging
her painfully tight as she croaked in surprise. She didn't struggle, though,
just hugged him back, the curly fluff of her tail dropping forward to brush his
shoulder affectionately. Before he knew what he was doing, Will drew back and
kissed Wartortle, tongue exploring her mouth. She tasted like rain, and Will
felt her tense with shock, but she quickly melted into him, lips relaxing, her
own tongue cautiously moving forward to snake against his. He moved his hands
up to either side of her face, holding it in place while he probed deeply, the
little Pokémon going up on tip toes to reach.
Will released her after a long moment, pulling away with a breathless gasp,
dark eyes refocusing on the world. Wartortle stepped towards him, one hand held
out, and the need in her eyes was all the encouragement Will needed. His cock
was already stiff from the kiss, and he rushed forward, overflowing with need,
the need to chase this fear away, to feel his partner, alive, beneath him.
Wartortle stumbled back from him, bumping up against the wall, but he just
grabbed her head, rubbing his thumbs along her fuzzy ears, and guided his cock
to her lips. She opened her mouth graciously, pink tongue sliding out to touch
the tip of his cock, sending a shiver through his body. He slid the length of
himself into her quickly, feverish, and she started making cute little gagging
noises, desperately trying to relax and take it all.
Will pinned Wartortle's head to the wall with his cock, large hands pressing
tightly in on either side of her while he slid in and out of her mouth. When he
glanced down, he saw his Pokémon's face, teary eyed, drool leaking out of her
mouth. Her eyes rolled up to meet his, electric connection snapping between
trainer and Pokémon, building until Will couldn't take it, and withdrew
suddenly, cock pulling free of Wartortle's mouth with a slurp. He lifted his
Pokémon quickly, urgently, pressing her shell to the wall, pinning her against
it with his weight. He leaned down to kiss her, and she turned her head upwards
to meet him, their lips playfully dancing across one another for a moment
before Will's tongue dove deeper, pressing it's way into Wartortle's mouth.
He had her underneath the arms, her legs braced against his torso, and hefted
her up a little more, positioning her right above his stiff cock. Her feet
squirmed involuntarily as she tried to push herself downward, to finally
connect them completely. He paused, however, taking a moment to let that
intense feeling pass between their eyes once more, studying her face as he
pressed forward with his hips, and lowered her down on his cock. Her entrance
was tight, nearly invisible with how it blended into her belly armour, but
there was indeed a little vertical slit near the bottom. He rocked against it,
the soft head of his cock glancing off of it for the most part, but the
stimulation was causing her little slit to swell and drip, until it bloomed
like a flower, red-pink flesh peeking out the edges, glistening. He thrust
again, straight on, and it caught in the flesh, causing Wartortle to make a
stifled little sound. Will's grip on her tightened as he pressed forward,
pushing into her tight hole achingly slow, fighting for every inch until
Wartortle's eyes rolled up into her skull and she made low moans with every
panting breath.
They stayed still for awhile, Wartortle pinned to the wall by her trainer,
Will's cock only about halfway inside. Their chests heaved in unison, Wartortle
cracking one eye to see her trainer looming above her, hair hanging limply
forward, dripping with sweat. He started to shift back, withdrawing slightly,
his Pokémon's tiny clawed fingers reaching out as if to call him back. Soon
enough he drove his cock forward again, sliding easier now against her
sensitive flesh, cock coated with her slick cum. He hit her end about halfway
in, bumping up against it repeatedly, wanting more. It was almost painful, but
not enough to matter- Wartortle would have drawn him in deeper if she had the
ability. She dug little red furrows into Will's pale skin with her claws, mouth
opening to lick his smooth chest hungrily. He was trembling, still pushing
against her with a quick rocking of hips, and Wartortle felt her own orgasm
build suddenly. She bit down on Will's arm as the pleasure overtook her,
lightly enough, but the sensation, coupled with the quick spasming of her cunt,
sent Will over the edge with her, pulsating cock spewing thick strands of cum
inside her. With no where to go, the cum spilled from the edges as he thrust
the last into her, dripping onto the wall and the floor below.
Wartortle released her jaw when she could feel her body again, leaving behind
two toothy indentations and a little bruise on her trainer's arm. She looked up
at him, worried, but found his face slack, his eyes distant, a lopsided smile
quirking up one corner of his mouth. He blinked, noticed her looking at him,
and went in for another kiss, drawing her into his tight embrace.
***** 009: Blastoise *****
Chapter Summary
     Male Blastoise / Male Human - vanilla?
     -----
     Ocean sex, Huge cock, Huge ejaculation, Ass fucking, Blowjobs.
"Yeah! Let's do it!" Graham's voice called loudly across the blue ocean.
White spray spewed from a rolling wave as a dark brown mass rose up from behind
the wave. Clinging on for dear life was a human male, wearing dark swim trunks,
skin evenly toasted from days spend at sea. The broad, flat head of a Blastoise
emerged from the shell, thick arms stretching forward as if flying, as the pair
crested the wave, weightless for an instant before they crashed back into the
sea. The blow jarred the human, but he just laughed loudly, nearly swallowing
seawater. Blastoise swam inland a bit, where the waters calmed, to let his
human compose himself.
When the laughter subsided, the man flipped onto his back, stretching out
easily on Blastoise's large shell. The sun was setting, casting fiery orange
streaks across the clear sky, and Graham sighed in genuine contentment. It was
about four years ago he'd retired to this remote island, having saved up the
funds to build a little home here, with a garden to grow food. He'd made the
choice to leave it all behind and just be out here with his two loves- his
Pokémon, and the sea. Sure, it was a little lonely sometimes, but Graham had
always found the company of Pokémon to be more fulfilling than that of any
human. He shifted around until his face was near Blastoise's where it hung in
the water, and he affectionately scratched at the beast's ears, earning a
contented rumble. "Let's call it a night, okay buddy?" The creature blinked
slowly, nodding.
Graham waded up through the shallows ahead of Blastoise, jogging up to his
beach chair where a towel waited. He rubbed lazily at his dripping hair,
turning back to see Blastoise standing up in the shallows, water streaming off
of him in glistening streams. The beast shook his giant head, sending sprays of
water flying out from the crevasses of his shell. His twin cannons gleamed,
freshly polished, in the orange light. With slow, deliberate steps, the beast
began to walk up the beach, shaking the ground with each heavy step. Graham
finished towelling off with a practiced ease and ran over to meet Blastoise.
His Pokémon looked down at him, a slow smile spreading across his face. The
beast's eyes narrowed mischievously, and Graham could sense what he was
thinking. It was their usual routine to play together after a day of swimming,
and Graham noticed with a wistful smile that his Pokémon's dark red cock was
already peeking out from the slit that contained it, low on Blastoise's body.
The pair had come out here, to this remote place, to get away from prying eyes,
and the stigma of modern society. It had been an easy thing to hide when
Blastoise had been small, but now that he was fully evolved, they didn't always
have the luxury of doing things behind closed doors, or out of earshot. That's
what made their new life so perfect. Blastoise reached out a clawed hand to
grab Graham's wrist and pull him forward, the waves' edges sweeping over his
bare feet. Laughing, he put a hand out on his Pokémon's shell to balance
himself. He could feel the warm, sticky heat of Blastoise's growing cock
worming it's way between their bodies as it grew to it's full size- namely,
huge. Graham had never measured it before, but he thought it must easily be
twelve inches. Maybe he should do that tomorrow...
A clawed hand on his shoulder brought him back to the moment, as his Blastoise
gazed at him expectantly, nostrils flaring, pressing down on him, trying to
drive Graham to his knees. Graham obliged, sinking down into the soft sand,
feeling the steady lap of the warm water over his bare legs. Blastoise's cock
rose up in front of him, dark red and pointed like a dagger, thin at the tip,
growing thicker down to the base. Graham wrapped rough hands around the upper
half of it, massaging up and down with steady pressure, as he knew Blastoise
liked. His tongue flicked out, tasting the precum he'd milked out of it. It was
bitter and salty, and Graham could feel his own cock react to the familiar
taste. It stiffened quickly while he worked his Blastoise, mouth coming down as
far as he could manage over the tip- which wasn't even a third over the entire
length. He could feel himself straining against the fabric of his trunks, until
the pressure was too much, and he withdrew from cocksucking with a wet pop,
standing up in the shallow water and slipping quickly out of his uncomfortable
shorts.
He stood, naked and darkly tanned all over, his small human cock pointing
stiffly up into the air. To be fair, it was actually a respectable length, and
only looked small next to his Pokémon's. Blastoise seemed to smile at him
before falling backwards into the water with a splash. Graham laughed and held
up his hands to block the spray, looking over at his Pokémon afterwards.
Blastoise looked pretty comical, his round body floating easily in the water,
red cock sticking up, short arms and legs paddling a lazy circle. When his head
came back around, he stared at Graham, impatience evident, causing the man to
laugh and slosh forward into the deeper water. Graham jumped the last of the
way, landing on Blastoise's wide belly, scrambling on top of him in a reverse
of how they usually surfed. His leg brushed against the monster's cock,
eliciting a low rumble of annoyance, which Graham made up for with more
sucking. He positioned himself with his feet in the water so he could suck the
tip as well as rub his own cock against Blastoise's length. One hand rubbed up
and down the shaft, the other held his balance. He ran his tongue all over the
soft spongy flesh, flicking it over the tip's hole, plunging it down as if he
might be able to shove his tongue right inside, but it inevitably just slid off
and down the shaft, then back up again. He took it in his mouth again, sucking
hard, loving the feel of it all. His hips moved independently, his tiny human
cock rubbing up and down, up and down, over Blastoise's huge member.
Unable to tease himself any longer, Graham moved down, sinking his legs fully
into the warm water. Blastoise's hole lay a little ways down from the base of
his cock, closer to the underside of his flat tail. Graham pushed at the
entrance with his own cock, pressing into the soft warmth with ease. He slid
inside in one easy motion, sighing contentedly while Blastoise rumbled beneath
him. After a pause, he leaned forward to lick his Pokémon's cock again,
slobbering all over it, his hands gripping the edges of Blastoise's shell to
give him some leverage with which to begin fucking. It was slow, because of the
water, but Blastoise's insides were warm, almost hot, and very slick. Graham
slid slowly in and out, using his grip to slam the last of the way inside each
time, which produced low, quiet moans from low in Blastoise's throat. Getting
an idea, he shifted his grip from the shell edges straight to Blastoise's cock,
grabbing it roughly around the middle with two hands and pulling himself into
another thrust. Blastoise's arms flailed in surprise, mouth opening wide, but
Graham knew he loved intense pressure, and didn't let up. He used his Pokémon's
huge cock like a riding horn, bouncing up and down in the water, the pair of
them making their own waves from the slow fucking.
Graham could feel the edge of his orgasm building, approaching the edge of the
cliff that would send him spurting. He paused deep inside his Pokémon and began
massaging Blastoise's cock, gripping it and rubbing up and down, milking it.
"C'mon," he rumbled, "Cum for me, big boy." His hands flew up and down the
shaft, sandpaper palms stimulating the sensitive skin, mouth latching on to the
tip as he felt the telltale twitching that meant Blastoise was close. He
wiggled a bit inside his Pokémon's ass, trying to dig as deep as possible,
until, suddenly, bitter liquid exploded out from Blastoise and into Graham's
mouth. It was a huge amount, instantly leaking out from both sides as he
struggled to gulp mouthful after mouthful. His cum jetted out with surprising
force, the Pokémon's cock twitching spasmodically with the force of his orgasm.
Water sprayed from both of his cannons as he came, something that only happened
when it was a big one. After the third gulp, Graham felt his own orgasm bloom
with inescapable heat throughout his whole body, his small cock spilling it's
seed into Blastoise's ass. He removed his mouth from his Pokémon's cock, one
last halfhearted jet of thick cum splattering across his face, more dripping
out from his mouth to wash away in the tide. Graham lay forward, resting a
sloppy cheek on Blastoise's smooth shelled belly, still buried inside him. The
pair floated there in the growing darkness, perfectly content.
"Yeah..." Graham sighed after awhile, "This is the life."
***** 010: Caterpie *****
Chapter Summary
     Group Caterpie / Female Human pDom
     -----
     Kidnapping, Sensory deprivation, Mummification/immobilization, Large
     insert, Insect swarm, Forced orgasm
Natasha opened her eyes to total darkness. She thought she had known darkness
before- in her bedroom, at night, but this was something else. She couldn't see
anything, not even her hand pressed right up against her face. The darkness was
total, and complete, and made her afraid in ways she couldn't explain.
She was naked and shivering, sitting on a cold metal floor- when she took a
minute to feel around, she found the walls and floor were made of the same
rough metal, thick welded seams running at regular intervals. Nat cautiously
stood up, an inch at a time, holding her arms up wardingly to try and find the
ceiling, but when she had stretched to her full height- which was above
average- she could still not feel the ceiling. She waved her arms
experimentally, feeling nothing but air. Her prison was thin and tall,
apparently. She couldn't walk around much, but she could stretch, so that
was... something. Shivering, she huddled down again, hugging her knees tight to
her chest. Her long wavy hair hung around her body, providing some comfort.
It was terrifying- she couldn't remember how she'd gotten here, even a little.
She remembered her life- her little apartment in the city, her Zigzagoon,
Ziggy, her boyfriend Paul. She remembered going to sleep, alone in her
apartment, and then nothing, until she woke up in this place. Her mind began
racing with thoughts of what might happen to her, or if she would ever see her
family again. Nat didn't know how long she sat there, shivering, naked in the
darkness, before a metallic clunk made her nearly jump out of her skin. Light
bloomed above her, and she squinted up, shielding her eyes from the sudden
blinding radiance. A small square had opened up, far above her, easily twice
her height in distance. She couldn't see anything but a white square, so she
called up.
"Hello?" she yelled, "Please, is anyone there? Please get me out of here!" She
carried on like this for awhile, with no response. A shadow moved through the
light, and her heart leapt with hope. She watched, eyes slightly adjusted,
seeing arms and feet moving above, and a large grey container of some sort. The
person was carrying the container towards the hole, and flipped it, pouring a
rain of small, wiggling green somethings down into the hole with her. She
shrieked a little and moved back to one corner, while the person above dumped
another container, and another, each batch hitting the floor with a dull thump,
a writhing mass angered by the rough treatment. Wide eyed, Nat watched the
green things as the began to squirm around her prison. They were segmented,
with large, dark eyes, and a red horn-thing on the tops of their heads.
Caterpie, Nat thought distantly, shuddering. She wasn't a fan of bug Pokémon.
Before she could draw another breath to scream up at whoever had put her here,
the trap door closed, plunging her once again into total darkness. Panic welled
up in her chest and she screamed, the shrill sound reverberating painfully
around the metal room. She screamed until her voice cracked, devolving into
huge sobs, then screamed again, hoarsely, when something brushed her foot. She
tried to back up farther, but there was no where to go, so she just kicked
ineffectually at the air in front of her.
Now that she had stopped screaming, she noticed the shuffling, clicking noises
of the Caterpies all moving against one another- the sound sent a shiver of
disgust up her spine, the invisibility of everything in the dark making it all
worse somehow. Again, something brushed against her foot, and she screamed a
short, rage filled cry, catching the offending Caterpie with her foot and
hurling it across the room. She heard it hit the wall with a thump and fall to
the floor. Then, the shuffling ceased all at once. Nat held her breath.
Suddenly, they were all over her, sticky feelers touching her skin, gripping
legs crawling up her limbs. She screamed and thrashed, but for every Caterpie
she threw off, another latched on. She felt something cool and sticky touch her
skin, while some Caterpies dropped down of their own accord. When she tried to
thrash again, her arms stopped, straining against some weird tether, she felt
along one arm with the other hand, barely able to reach a spot she could feel
the pull, and her fingers touched upon a strange, silky strand that held taught
against her struggles. The round smooth head of a Caterpie brushed against her
hand and she flinched backwards- more of them had begun climbing up the ropes
made by others. The tickling feet were all over her body now, some brushing
over her most sensitive areas, but when the first one clung to her long hair,
pulling it, she screamed again and tripped backwards, falling to the ground.
She landed heavily on some of the little beasts, arms unable to break her fall
against the pull of their tethers, but not heavily enough, because they
squirmed their way out from underneath her and away into the wriggling crowd.
Their movements seemed to blend with the darkness, as if it were the darkness
itself touching her all over. Immediately, she tried to right herself again,
but the Pokémon were too quick, foaming out more sticky strands to bind her to
the floor. She felt them working their way across her, the writhing mass
eventually settling down as she became unable to struggle.
It was cold on the floor, and she began to shiver- some of the Caterpies
sitting atop her seemed to be shivering themselves, although it was hard to
tell with their constant movements. They crawled across her legs, her belly,
her breasts, back and forth, until one began poking at her crotch. "Hey!!" she
squealed, wondering if they could understand her, "Don't! Get away from there!"
Try as she might, she couldn't move in any significant way, more a tensing of
muscles than actual movement. The Caterpie continued its probing, undeterred,
probably curious about the warmth. Some others were simply laying on her,
trying to absorb her heat. A few even tickled at her armpits, making her
squeal.
Unfortunately, she had not been bound with her legs tightly shut- they were
half-splayed open, in fact, from her less than graceful fall. More Pokémon
gathered between her legs, touching lightly at the delicate lips of her cunt.
They seemed hesitant, whether by some understanding or merely the stark heat
coming from the area, Natasha couldn't say. Finally, a bold one stepped
forward, rubbing it's bulbous head against her soft lips, brushing up against
her like a cat, spreading them apart. She shivered, at once disgusted and
stimulated, her body reacting with damp wetness. More Caterpies came forward,
massaging her, crawling up her sensitive mound, until a moan escaped from her
clenched teeth. If her hands had been free, she would've covered her face in
embarrassment, but as it was, she could only shut her eyes tightly, body
twitching as they continued to rub against her.
One brave Caterpie was tickling at the edges of her opening. She squealed at
the sensation- there was a small something, she guessed it must've turned
around to use it's tail. The back and forth swipes grew closer and closer to
entering her, catching flesh folds a few times before finally diving deep
enough to genuinely go inside. She clenched, trying to stop the invasion, but
the Caterpie simply squirmed backwards, backing it's way inside of her warm
cunt with each wriggle. The creature grew thicker from tail to head, and Nat
could feel that pressure, the bump when it's tail nub hit the end of her, the
swell of it's round head, like a strange ball plugging up her pussy. Completely
inside her now, the stretch of it's large body almost hurt, swelling pressure
radiating pleasure throughout her body. Horrified, she felt another pressing
near the entrance, a second Caterpie having somehow noticed the first's escape
into her warm cavity. It's tail too was now poking around, unbothered by the
first Caterpie already shoved up in there. Before long it had managed to catch
it's tail in her as well, and started backing up. The pressure was
uncomfortable, as Natasha had never messed around with putting much inside of
her besides her boyfriend's cock, and that was of average size- a single
Caterpie was easily twice his length. She let out a ragged scream of rage to
try and scare them off, with little effect. A few Caterpies that had been near
her face gave pause, but the swarm that had engulfed her body didn't seem to
notice at all.
The second Caterpie was squeezed half inside her now, wrestling with the first
for a comfortable position. The wriggling deep inside her pressed on parts she
hadn't known existed, and soon her breath was coming in short gasps, sweat
forming on her brow. She would not cum, she told herself forcefully. She would
not cum. She bit her lip, hoping the pain would help her concentrate. It
didn't.
The metal beneath her had warmed from her skin, the thick blanket of tiny
Pokémon giving back some degree of warmth while they clung to her for the same.
She lay immobile for awhile, the two Caterpies inside of her always moving,
swirling around her insides with their tails, thick round heads spreading her
wider than she thought possible. The swarm had mostly calmed down, save for a
few stragglers who hadn't locked down a warm spot. One such Caterpie began
poking around her pussy again, and she groaned inwardly, unsure how much more
she could take. An orgasm shivered through her whole body, as fragile as a
Spinarak's web, held back only by the force of her will, her embarrassment. The
stray bug's little feet were poking around her tender lips, figuring out the
secret when one of the internal ones poking their heads out. It turned, swiping
at her with it's tail, trying to catch it's way inside, but strayed too low,
catching inside the fold of her ass instead. When the Caterpie tried to swipe
up and couldn't, it began to back up, trying to worm it's way inside- but not
into her cunt. It pushed against her, not making much progress, it's tail
weakly searching back and forth, until finally it landed right on her asshole,
and found purchase. The little rounded tail pressed into her, opening her tight
ass, something she'd never even considered before. The sensation was intense,
pleasurable, and yet wholly different from how her pussy felt. The Caterpie
only made it about halfway in, it's progress slow, before Natasha couldn't hold
it anymore. The pleasure broke like warm water all over her body, and she was
twitching, wave after wave of orgasm flowing over and out of her. She felt the
hot rush of cum spilling out of her cunt, the Caterpie inside fleeing the
sudden flood, leaving her be. She twitched and jerked against her bonds, mind
far away and floating, the shame not setting in for a good thirty seconds.
Then, all at once, she was back on the floor of a metal room, bound by strange
Pokémon, violated for unknown purposes. Her chest heaved, silent tears leaking
down her face, invisible in the dark.
End Notes
     My large collection of smutty short stories. I did them for writing
     practice, hope you enjoy them.
     If you have a specific name, pairing, or kink you want to see for
     later chapters, just leave it in a comment and I'll do what I can. :)
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