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A Superior Serperior	By : Serperior_Queen Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 9402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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- 1-A Superior Serperior
- 1
She’d seen no sign of human life for three days.
Rula glared up through the branches of the forest. The few shards of sunlight that managed to splinter the dense leaves didn’t even dent the chill in the air. Brown needles covered the ground in a thick carpet, and it was impossible to discern any tracks, human or Pokemon, in the scuff of the dead foliage. Yesterday, through the bones of the pine trees, she thought she saw the gaseous purple trail of a Ghastly. Her Houndour by her side, she’d stayed completely still and quiet, the minutes ticking themselves by until, with a little urf!, Houndour decided it was safe to move on.
Now, as she checked her watch for what felt like the hundredth time that day, she muttered the words that had already passed her lips twice.
“We should have followed the stream.”
Houndour rumbled low in his throat. Maybe he thought she was an idiot trainer. At that moment, she sure felt like one. Perhaps she’d die in these skeletal woods, and her adventure would be over before it had even begun. What would happen then? Would she end up a Ghastly? Surely nineteen was too old to become a Phantump. She sighed, and slid down to sit at the bottom of the nearest tree. “If I do become a Ghastly,” she told Houndour as she scratched behind his ear, “promise you won’t try and roast me, ‘kay?”
Houndour gave a small woof, which she took to mean he promised. She felt a smile tug her lips, but it wobbled almost instantly. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. She cleared her throat, and tried to snuff back the sob that threatened to well in her throat. She didn’t want to cry in front of Houndour. She was supposed to be the trainer, the leader, not some silly little girl crying because she was lost.
Her hands tightened into fists. She stood up, wiped the pine needles off her pants, and forced a grin on her face. “Okay. This fucking forest can’t go on forever, can it? Bound to be some shack or cabin around here somewhere. Maybe even a small village. Do you smell anything?”
Houndour put his nose up, sniffed this way and that. After a while, he lowered his head and made a small sound. She lay her hand on his back. “Hey, that’s fine! We just have to pick a direction and walk. Maybe we’ll even find that stream again.” She shifted her backpack a little higher, and a jolt went through her at how light it had become. Food was running out. She swallowed her fear, and took a deep breath. “This way.”
They walked in a straight line for two hours, though it felt more like twenty. Once, a Spearow had hopped from branch to branch above their heads, its cry war-like in ferocity. Only when Houndour had flashed his canines did it decide it had more important things to do than bother lost wanderers.
Just when she had opened her mouth to tell Houndour to take a break, his nose went up in the air. He growled, then chuffed, excited.
“What is it?” She looked around, but saw nothing but trunk after trunk. “You smell something?”
Houndour barked, the sound a sharp echo in the silence. He galloped to the left of her, his paws thumping on the ground. She smiled, a real grin this time, and jogged behind. Finally, some civilization! No more plundering berry bushes, or choking down the dry pap of Pokepuffs!
Her breath huffed out in little gasps, an ache already creeping up the backs of her calves. Already the lack of food was taking its toll. When she got to this village (or shack, or cabin), she wouldn’t tell them she’d gotten lost. It would probably turn out the forest was only a couple of miles each ways, and they’d been walking in circles. Best not to say anything other than she was a hungry traveller who could use a hot meal. No sense letting them think she was an absolute joke of a Pokemon trainer.
As they ran along, she noticed the sky seemed a little brighter. The trees were thinning, slowly but surely. Tufts of grass had worked their way into patches at the base of some of the trees. She thought she heard a Pidgey somewhere just ahead – a Pokemon that preferred fields and deciduous forests rather than empty, dark pine forests.
Ahead, Houndour had stopped. She briefly noted that the trees now proper leaves instead of needles, and the sun was shining through them like they were green tissue paper. She’d forgotten how warm it was in the sun.
She came to a stop beside Houndour. The smile stayed on her face even as her stomach sank a little. A river, maybe four meters wide, with roomy woods beyond. Not civilization. Houndour looked up at her, his tongue lolling out after the exertion. The expression on his face seemed to ask did I do well? She patted the top of his head. “You did it! Way to go, Houndour!”
The grass on the bank seemed a good a place as any for a quick rest. She checked it wasn’t wet, then sat down with a sigh. Across the river, on the pebbled shore, a Poliwag noticed her presence and hopped into the water with a startled little ‘Poli!’ The water was too shallow for it to swim in that part, so it headed downstream, wading in an absurd motion, giving more squeaked ‘Poli!’s with every step.
How peaceful it was here. Shame she didn’t have a clue exactly where she was; this seemed like the perfect place to come for a picnic, fishing, or even just to watch the Pokemon. If she stayed for long enough, there was probably some of the more unusual ones that popped up to use this spot to drink. Her jacket, perfect for the chilly depths of the forest, now became a stifling blanket. She unzipped it, then shrugged it off. There, now she could get some sun on her arms.
Rula lay back on the bank. Not a cloud in the sky. A small flock of Taillow, flanked by some larger Swellow, flew over her head and over the tops of trees, no doubt looking for a few dozy Wurmple to eat. Houndour lay beside her, and for a few minutes, there was only the peaceful burble of the river.
“Okay,” she said after a while, the sunlight a blood-red through her closed eyelids, “if we follow the river downstream, the worst we can do is hit the sea. And there’s always human activity on beaches. But if we follow it upstream, then the worst we can do is end up in the mountains. So downstream it is.”
Houndour growled.
She opened her eyes. “What? That’s the best I could come up with –”
Houndour growled again. It was a sound she had never heard him make before – an ugly snarl that seemed ripped from the depths of his throat. She rolled onto her knees and stood up, preparing to back away, but Houndour wasn’t facing her. He was crouched low to the ground, growling at the trees they had come from.
“Is there someone- something in there?” She hated how her words trembled out of her mouth. She took a step closer, peering through the trees, up into the branches. Houndour barked out a quick jet of fire.
One of the branches moved.
She moved back, her eyes wide as something uncoiled itself lazily from the nearest tree and slid itself to the floor. A huge, snake-like Pokemon whose name was just on the edge of her tongue. Red eyes stared, unblinking, haughty, and the sun flashed in a green sheen off its back. A finalist in the League had used one of these last year. She’d watched it all on TV, awed at the grace and speed of such a creature. What had they called it? Not a Seviper, but close. A –
“Serperior.”
Her mouth went dry. A third-form evolution. At least three meters long, and probably ten times the speed of Houndour. In the League, the Serperior’s trainer had ordered a coil attack on his opponent’s Stantler. Even the specialised cameras had only managed to capture a blur before the Serperior had wrapped itself around the other Pokemon and squeezed, and squeezed.
“I’m sorry,” she said over Houndour’s snarls, “if this is your- your territory.”
The Serperior tilted its head, and focused one red eye on Houndour. Rula hissed down, “Houndour, stop! Get behind me, we can just back away—”
A warbling cry mewled from the Serperior. It froze her in her tracks. Oh God, if it attacked them, they wouldn’t stand a chance.
Houndour gave a roar that wouldn’t have sounded out of place coming from a Charizard, and a stream of fire burst from its jaws and raced towards the Serperior. She made a small whimpering noise in the back of her throat. As grateful as she was that Houndour wanted to protect her, attacking a fully-grown serpent probably wasn’t the best way to do it.
The fire abated. Smoke wafted from Houndour’s mouth and nostrils. The Serperior had vanished. Houdour looked around, a growl still rumbling like lava in a volcano. The other Pokemon probably hadn’t taken the direct attack. Maybe they’d scared it off.
She put her hand on Houdour’s neck. “Okay. I think it’s time we headed –”
A flash of emerald green streaked past. She was bowled over, onto the grass. The emerald green and an orange starburst of flame merged to her right, seared the air around her. She cried out, wordless, terrified.
Houndour barked once, then let out a high squeal of pain. She rolled to her knees, hands clutching at the grass to keep herself steady. In front of her, a few meters away, Houndour lay on his side, leaves scattered around him. He whined, low and broken, paws moving slowly in an automatic motion. The Serperior swayed next to it, red eyes glowing.
“No, Houndour!”
She fumbled for the Pokeballs at her belt as the Serperior leapt off the ground, body curled and prepared to slam down. Just in time, the red light shot from the ball and engulfed Houndour. Safe. At least, he was, for now.
The Serperior crashed onto the grass, then gave a low hiss of bewilderment. Its gaze went to her, and she felt fear ball itself in her stomach. She raised her hands in surrender, and pretended to ignore the way they shook. “Y-you won, okay? I give up. I don’t have any more Pokemon for you to fight. You have to let me go now. Please. I’m hungry, and I’m lost.”
The Serperior’s tail flicked like a pissed-off Persian’s. It started swaying again, as though unsure what to do with this foolish human. Rula took a step back. If she could make it into the river, maybe she’d be quick enough to get downstream somewhere to swim away. Could Serperiors swim? Knowing her luck, they probably swam better than a Lapras. But she had to do something.
She willed energy into her tired legs, and prepared to run.
A green blur flew past, then behind her, even before she’d drawn breath.
She felt the Serperior press against her back, and then lunge forward and knock her back onto the ground. It blocked out the sun when it hovered over her, and she found her voice.
“Help! Someone, please, help me!”
Did Serperiors eat people? It seemed unlikely, but you never knew. A couple of years ago, in her city, a man had been found in his apartment, dead for a week and half-digested by his hungry Victreebel. This was why trainers trained their Pokemon before heading off into dark forests. This was why she –
“I suck at being a trainer.” She closed her eyes. Bad last words, but at least no one was around to hear them.
Something wet nudged her cheek.
She cracked one eye open and was staring immediately into those harsh red ones. Rula shrank back as the Serperior licked her again. Tasting. Now she was sure it was going to eat her.
“Please, don’t.”
She held her hands up again, and they rested against the mint-green underside of the Pokemon. Pushing did nothing but make the Serperior growl. Its tongue kept flicking over her face – her nose, her eyes, until it came to her lips. It was a fairly thick tongue, human-width, flat, and very long. It explored over the soft skin of her lips, delicate, and not at all rough. Rula closed her mouth, still trembling. The tongue lapped the seam of her lips, almost as though the Serperior wanted to get inside.
Heat gathered between her legs. Angry tears stung her eyes. No. Dammit, it was going to kill her!
The Serperior made a low humming noise, almost a purr. She shivered in reply. What to do? The tongue still lapped her mouth, and the sensation against the sensitive skin had her body responding in a way that she fought with all her might.
She began to whisper ‘please’ again, but the tongue snuck between her lips and teeth. The heat turned fierce at the junction of her thighs when their tongues slipped against each other. The noise she made was more like a submissive mew than a plea to stop. The Serperior explored her not like a human kissing another human, but like an inquisitive animal trying to find the source of a taste. If she bit down, it could tear her face off in an instant. She stayed perfectly still, although muffled sounds still escaped her throat when their tongues met in her mouth.
When the Serperior finally withdrew from her mouth, she drew in deep, shuddering breaths. How could a simple kiss – not even a kiss, more like a tasting – arouse her? This was a Pokemon, for God’s sake. Yes, it had been a while since she’d last been with anyone else, but that was no excuse to act like – oh.
That wicked tongue found her neck, dragged down her pulse. She swallowed, and it followed the movement by tracing the skin lightly. Heat rushed into her face. Her neck had always been one of those special, sensitive areas, and now the parts between her legs throbbed with anticipation.
“Don’t,” she said, but the Serperior wasn’t paying any attention. It reached the collar of her t-shirt and then stopped, seemingly bewildered by her clothes. It ran its pointed nose down, under her arm, across her breasts, and then to her stomach, where the material rode up slightly. Her teeth gritted together. Please say it wasn’t going to –
A slight touch against her stomach, then the tongue was back with full-force. It dragged against her navel, then poked inside to investigate that. Rula’s fingers clenched in the grass. If someone came along…
But this was the middle of nowhere.
The Serperior nudged down to the waistband of her pants, and then even further down. She whimpered behind her teeth. The tongue pressed between her legs, but she couldn’t feel it, not with the material in the way.
I should have worn shorts, she thought through the haze, oh, God, I should have worn shorts.
An image of that long tongue creeping through the leghole of her shorts moved her legs further apart. Between them, the Serperior had gone back to lapping her stomach. It pressed a little more insistently against her waistband with its tongue, and she was about to reach down to unzip when the tongue slipped down the small gap. It crept down her lower stomach, and into her underwear, through the forest of pubic hair. When it prodded a hair’s breadth away from her clitoris, she clapped a hand over her mouth and gave a harsh moan, her hips moving upwards, urging the Serperior to move just a little bit further. And it did – pushing ever-so-slightly on the hood of her clitoris; enough to send teasing, tantalizing pleasure shooting through, but not enough to come. Not nearly enough.
“Please!” She was begging for an entirely different reason now, and she had a feeling the fucking Serperior knew it. “Oh, God, please, you bastard, please!”
The tongue withdrew.
She growled, as Houndour had done, and looked up to see the Serperior glaring back at her. She quelled under that gaze again. Moving slowly, she pulled one leg up, and tugged off her shoe, then her sock. She did the others, and all the while the Serperior watched, as though waiting for her to make a wrong move. She unzipped her pants, and couldn’t resist pressing two fingers against her swollen clitoris, just to ease some of the pressure. She sighed, and then slid off her pants, hesitated, and then removed her underwear as well.
The Serperior didn’t move. Rula’s breath hissed out of her mouth. She swallowed, and eased her legs a little further apart. If anyone happened to walk by now, she’d be in trouble. She didn’t even want anyone to know she’d offered herself to a Pokemon, let alone have them get an eyeful.
With a painful slowness, the Serperior dipped its head between her legs.
She bit her lip so hard that blood welled. The tongue gave one slow, aching lick against her clitoris, all the way along so that she could feel every slight bump of taste buds. It did it again, and this time she cried out as the tongue rasped down, and the tip played against her hole. “Yes,” she whispered into the air, “there, please, please!”
It took its time. It lapped, circled her sensitive entrance and flicked, lightning-fast until the tip penetrated then withdrew with its motions. She couldn’t stop trembling. If she had been touching herself while it did all that, her orgasm would have come in an instant. God, how she wanted that.
Her hand reached down, fingers rubbing against her own clitoris in a frantic circle. Right there, right there, right there –
Something whooshed through the air and caught her wrist. Her eyes snapped open to see a vine curling around and digging into her flesh. Another shot out from behind Serperior’s head and snagged her other wrist. It forced them both beside her head, and then went back to dragging that supple tongue against her hole.
She wailed then, a noise so loud it sent a flock of Fletchlings scampering for cover. It would drive her mad, all this pent up pleasure with no way to release it. She begged again, but the only answer she received was that tongue sliding gradually inside her.
It thrust deeper and deeper, wriggling as it filled her up. Her hips moved along with it, mindless and unstoppable. She had no control over her own body, not even how her back arched when the Serperior hit her limit and lapped in then back out like a jackhammer, over and over, sliding easier when her slipperiness coated its tongue.
“I can’t- oh, fuck- please, I can’t- can’t take any-”
Her words garbled themselves into gibberish. She strained, begged, sweat beading her brow and running down the sides of her face. She fought against the vines around her wrists. Just let her get a good few seconds to touch herself, just a few, and she’d come, and she could finally calm down.
The Serperior stopped so abruptly it took her a few seconds to realise it had withdrawn. “No,” she whispered. Her thighs shook and the muscles inside her clenched, futilely trying to find what they had been denied. “No… fuck, you can’t – you can’t just st-stop-”
It loomed over her. She couldn’t even begin to guess what it was thinking. She didn’t even care. She just needed that pleasure back, needed to build it between her legs and let it explode through her body.
The Serperior rumbled, so low she felt the vibrations caress every inch of her skin. It moved, rubbed its body slowly against her. She blinked. It did it again, a little more insistently this time. She didn’t understand until she looked down. Against its green colouring, the Serperior’s cock was a vivid pink. It jutted from an opening in the Pokemon’s underside, and looked like no cock she’d seen before, with a thin tip that widened at the middle, and bulbous ridges under the shaft. From the moment she saw it, her body tensed in anticipation. She met the Serperior’s haughty gaze and said “yes.”
It angled itself, awkward, and she rose her hips to meet it halfway. It wasted no time as soon as the tip pierced her— it pushed in, hard, with one thrust, and filled her. Her moan echoed through the trees. Each of those ridges she felt keenly, and kept feeling them as the Serperior thrust itself into her and ground against her clitoris. It mated her, used her like it would a female, and each sensation drove the pleasure higher and higher.
She wrapped her legs around it, and kept it deep inside, even as her hips still rocked with its movements. Need replaced want. She needed to come, she needed it to come. Deep inside, she felt its cock move like the tongue had, wriggling and pushing against parts that made her pant and cry out. The Serperior’s breath came hard along with hers, and both were now straining, their movements animalistic and abandoned.
She felt its cock swell before it filled her; heat running through the shaft and emptying inside her. She tightened her legs around the Serperior, kept it all inside, greedy for every drop. One more thrust, and she pushed herself as far down as she could, vines biting into her wrist and tears spilling down her cheeks as she climaxed with a scream, muscles clenching and releasing as her orgasm ignited every nerve in her body.
She trembled, even as her legs fell back down and that cock withdrew. The pleasure still sang in her veins, and her fingers went back to her clitoris, squeezing what last sensations she could from her orgasm.
Her pants overlapped with the Serperior’s. It seemed fatigued by what had just happened as well. Rula let her hands fall to her sides. They seemed weighted there, like lead, and she couldn’t move a damn muscle. She hadn’t even noticed the vines had vanished.
A rustling beside her, and when she finally managed to move her head up, the Serperior was slithering back into the undergrowth, the leaves on its tail flicking in a dismissive farewell.
She sighed, tried to push down the guilt that was building inside. She wished it would have stayed with her, if only for a little bit, so she had at least one companion who hadn’t fainted. Now she was truly alone.
Rula reached for her clothes after a quick look around to see if anyone had seen them. She felt numb as the Serperior’s come trickled down the inside of her thighs, but the river should take care of that.
When she reached civilization, she’d make sure not to tell them about this.

A/N: This was fun to write. Sorry the ending was so abrupt. I might do some more like this in my spare time. Not sure which Pokemon, but eh, I’ll work that out when I write it. :) Hope you enjoyed reading!
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