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Mating season blues	By : supernova222 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 9277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-mating season blues
- 1
Tara walked through the rough woodland trail of the south-west terrain of the Kanto region. The teenage pokemon trainer had never felt such a mixture of being on top of the world and at rock bottom. For her positives, she had just turned 17; making her a legal adult in Kanto and older than many of the other trainers she knew. That didn’t count for much though, as she’d only been on the road about a year, having waited a lot longer to leave home then most trainers. Also, her beloved starter pokemon, Charmander, had just evolved into Charmeleon. However, she was still down in the dumps, scuffing her feet as she walked the dirt path.
Despite how much she has tried to train her pokemon team, she lost her most recent battle at the local town gym, and in a quite humiliating way as well. Her Likitung wouldn’t stop trying to lick its opponent in inappropriate ways, her Dragonite kept getting distracted by a mural of another of its kind on the wall and her Charmeleon started licking its junk when it thought it had won, allowing it to be blindsided by a weak little Tentacool.
“Aaaaeh, it couldn’t have been a Gyarados or a Blastoise; no, it had to be that puny little squid” she groaned aloud.
Responding to her frustration, her loyal and affectionate companion, Raichu, hopped up onto her shoulder to nuzzle her cheek, attempting to console her; her collar of fake pearls jingled as she moved. A typical pokemon team was meant to only be of 6, thus they only had so many balls, but she’d heard of trainer sidestepping the rule by having one or more free roaming pokemon with them. She so far only extended that privilege to her lovable, huggable little electric buddy. But even its static little kisses that made her hair stand up could not alleviate her shame. She would not even be able to have a proper rematch for two weeks as the gym leader was going on vacation for a “booze cruise”.
Far worse though was the degrading humiliation she’d subjected herself to that very morning. After leaving her hotel early she’d been walking along the forests edge, looking for the start of the trail. While she was stopped and sitting amongst the trees for a rest, she suddenly found herself in the shadow of a silent, but startlingly handsome, man. He wore standard trainer gear and cloths; his eyes were hidden behind thick, dark as night, sunglasses. His features were rugged and defined; probably one of the most attractive men she’d ever seen. From the look of him, he was certainly older; 19 or possibly 20 even.
She’d asked who he was or what he wanted but still he said nothing; only staring down intently at her with his obscured eyes. She felt herself weaken and swoon in his intensity, as if he instantly had this passionate power over her. She stood up, pressing herself to him, hoping for sweet nothings or even a kiss. Instead, his strong hands caressed her bare waist before taking hold and firmly, but not aggressively, turned her around and slightly bending her so she was braced against the tree she’d just been sitting against. Her breaths were sharp and shaky and she was nervous at this sudden mysterious boy and how she was just uncontrollably giving into his direction and advances.
Her nails dug into the bark slightly in a mix of arousal and nervousness as his hands began to roam over her. They started with one messaging her inner thigh while the other roamed up her bare stomach and under her open jacket and began to fondle her breasts through her tight shirt. Her nipples were already hard with excitement and she twitched and gasped with every brush of his fingers over them. The other hand came up to meet it and soon her shirt was pulled up to grant them better access to frivolously message her small, in her mind at least, breasts. She suddenly felt a thick warm object pressed hard against her rear. Giving into this dreamy, steamy scene strait out of a smutty adult novel, she let herself go, embracing it.
“I…I know what you want” she managed to get out lowly.
She slowly reached down and undid the button of her shorts and reached back to pull the back of them and her leggings down. She pulled them slowly to rest at the bottom of her butt cheeks, exposing only her holes. She firmly rubbed her hands in a waxing motion over own butt cheeks, almost brandishing them for him; even grasping and spreading them, giving her suitor a good look at her clearly desired orifices before reaching back to brace against the tree again, waiting anxiously. She felt the long, hot, sticky, fleshy cock pressed against the bare skin of her stubbly taint, its full length pushing against both her now very wet pussy and asshole. It shifted and grinded against her slightly, as if attempting to choose which hole it wanted more. Her sexual desire was so overwhelming now that she truly didn’t care which he chose to use; as long as it was soon inside her.
Her breath was heavy and fast and she was anxious now, ready and waiting for him to take her. She felt his body press against her back, and she readied for him, and turned to meet him in kiss over her shoulder as he prepared to enter her. That’s when the horror and realization hit her; his sun glasses had slid down, revealing two small black dots for eyes. He wasn’t a hot guy!
“It’s a fucking Ditto!” she screamed in her mind
She twisted her upper body to look down at the cock pressed against her nethers; rather than open pants, the shapeshifting pokemon had simply materialized one straight through the front of its illusionary pants. Screaming, she shoved the perverted imposter away and commanded raichu, who’d been observing with interest and suspicion from a branch above, to electrocute it.
Amid the shocks, the human guise rippled and drooped until melting away as the ditto returned to its small, pink, blob-like normal form. She was quick to redress herself and take off back down the road with raichu, not looking back at the affectionate pokemon gelatin. She was so disgusted; she’d never thought of pokemon that way; well, not often at least. She knew well there were many that were; human/pokemon sexuality was a never spoken of but clearly an existent phenomenon. And many trainers had heard the dark, twisted stories of Jynx owners.
She remembered a few weeks back when she had to stay in a cheap hotel for a night. In her room she’d found one of those trashy magazines someone’d left behind, full of gorgeous female models posing with pokemon, their perfect nude bodies almost wrapped around the various creatures. She’d be lying is she said looking through it didn’t turn her on; in reality she’d spent the whole night touching herself to it.
Such attraction to a mysterious older man; she couldn’t believe she’d almost made the same mistake as her mother. Before leaving on her training journey, her mother had admitted the truth that the man tara knew as, and loved, like a father was in fact her stepfather. Her true father was a perverted drifter her mother had encountered in her teens on her own trainer journey. While traveling with her sister, they were enjoying the beach in their bathing suits when an older man approached them, clearly attracted to the younger girls in their skimpy bikinis. He claimed to be a pokemon professor and wished to ask the obvious trainers some questions.
He attempted to play up the part, though they’d both found his lie mostly transparent when not but a few minutes later, they were both braced against the back of a snack stand as the stranger fingered and tongued their respective holes. Her sister had the wits to not let the man go too far with her, but her mom did not have that clarity at the time, holding in moans as her fucked her small body. The middle aged man mercilessly rammed her tight pussy until emptying into her and quickly leaving. 9 months later, tara was born when her mother returned to her hometown where, thankfully, her childhood sweetheart still loved her enough to want to be with her and raise tara as his own.
As she ran, tara was still utterly horrified and full of self-loathing at what she’d almost let happen; falling so blindly to lust and temptation, likely only because it had been so long since she’d had a boyfriend. Her last boyfriend had been back before she’d left as a trainer. She did have the occasional fling or amorous encounter with other trainers on the road; a typical practice for the trade; a part of her wondered if such “practices” would gain the attention of gym leaders and get her more badges. She hated the idea of whoring herself out, but she had heard of gym leaders giving badges out for far less.
“Maybe it’s just because it’s the start of spring…” she thought to herself.
“The loooove season” she added mockingly.
Now as she walked through the woods, she noticed some other pokemon seemed just as wildly affectionate as well. Multiple pairings of Venomoths fluttered about each other in some sort of mating dance and a clueless Farfetch’d was attempting to “initiate” itself with a large, semi-interested looking Fearow on a branch above. She remembered her youthful ignorance to the fact that pokemon could and often did mate between the different species. The reality suddenly struck her that it was indeed the height of mating season for them, and these would likely be the most tame and less odd sights she would see. Pokemon could be very unpredictable at this time, and she wouldn’t be surprised if she saw rare breeds in the woods. The allure of mating season could compel many different types of pokemon to migrate to areas with other pokemon types they desired.
After half a day of walking, and far more of embarrassment, she was rather drained and ready for a rest. She fortunately happened upon a small, peaceful looking clearing a bit off the trail, the edge of which sat next to the river. Perfectly content, she smiled at raichu and decided to release her other pokemon to enjoy this break time before some training. There was of course her fiery-tempered starter, a Charmeleon; his evolution seemed to be like puberty as he was a lot more moody now. There was also her big and loyal male Dragonite, a rambunctious Nidorina, a friendly and playful male Sandslash, the oddball male Lickitung and her female Rhyhorn, a loner; hopefully she was close to evolution, and a better attitude.
She spent some time playing with and encouraging her pokemon team, as she’d always been taught to. While they were as friendly and loving towards her as ever, she could still notice a tension in them; a restlessness. She wondered, even slightly worried, if they too might be affected by the mating season. Those thoughts were quickly pushed aside as a twinge of natural urge made her legs twist and her body contort slightly; in all the fun, she’d forgotten how bad she’d had to pee before stopping. Not feeling comfortable doing it so close to her team or risk any other people happening by, she figured it best to go a little distance away into the woods.
“You’re in charge, you keep everyone in line, OK?” she smiled to raichu
The electric mouse nodded to her with smile, though as she scooted away into the brush, raichu’s smile faltered
“Have fun!” she shouted back to them
Unseen by the human trainer, an auditee; a very rare and special pokemon, followed her unseen. The legendary and ever curious and mischievous Mew had been loitering in the area, drawn by the sexual aura the many other pokemon were exuding. It made sure to watch tara with interest but also ensure nothing happened to her, briefly using it powers to drive off an antagonistic Scyther that tried to attack her.
Tara was left in utter shock, and admittedly arousal, at the many debaucherous natural sights her eyes met as she walked. Every inch of the woods was filled with the frenzy of various groups of wildly copulating pokemon. The first sight she was “treated” to was that of three massive kangaskhan engaged. One amorous looking female was bent over and being rammed from behind by a quit enthusiastically younger male, while another male was thrusting his thick, rigged cock down her throat, though to the human’s eyes, she did not seem to mind it. Through a break in the trees and across the river she could see the sight of a large orgy of dozens of Clefairy and Clefables. She did pause to snap a picture of that with her pokedex; seeing the normally sweet and cheerful fairy types in a reckless sexual frenzy was quite a shocking sight. There was also a diminutive Abra, lying on its back, pinned beneath the great weight of an amorous looking Nidoqueen, who was riding the little creatures cock, not caring how much she seemed to be possibly crushing him. Tara wasn’t sure the little guy’s psychic abilities could lift the horny beast off him even if he wanted to.
Another shocking pairing she found was a burly and ripped Machamp that had an impressive looking Arcanine mounted; his four muscly arms held the furry pokemon tight as he thrust into it hard with an equally toned looking cock. He dripped waterfalls of sweat as each deep thrust caused Arcanine to bark out in pleasure, belching flames that scorched the ground around it. There was also a large looking Tauros, which had its long bovine cock buried in a yipping Ninetails that it currently had pinned below it. Many areas of the foxlike pokemons fur were crusted, having already been covered in previous streaks of cum. Tauros cried out and its hips bucked as it apparently climaxed in its fellow fire type, before starting to thrust again it a new stride. A shiver went through tara’s body as the dark, lust filled eyes of the Ninetails met her own, as if somehow becoming her to join. Perhaps deep down somewhere, it was a forbidden desire for her to, but she shook it away and left. Still following her, floating above and watching all the same pleasurable sights as her was the curious Mew. The mythical pokemon could easily register the humans arousal with the pokemons mating activities.
All these sights were a reminder to her that mating was not only a matter of reproduction, but of sexual release, even among pokemon. That was no more evident than in the sight of young male Eevee whose poor ass was being stretched and crammed by the cocks of both a mature male Flareon and Vaporeon. Of course, from the opposite natures of their elements, steam emanated from their tightly pressed cocks and the whole they thrust in and out ofin an alternating rhythm. The Eevee would likely be crying out in pleasure or pain were its head not planted in the lap of the Jolteon that sat in front of it, its cock sparking as it was thrust in and out of the smaller male’s mouth. She wondered if being raped or used sexually by their larger counterparts was typical in the life of Eevee’s; her own mind quickly coming to the conclusion it was.
“It’s like a potluck of primal sexuality out here” she gawked
She finally found what looked like a secluded spot, one thankfully free of fornicating pokemon who might be hostile to the interruption. There was only a large black boulder which she thought would do good to hide her as she relieved herself. She quickly pulled her shorts, leggings and panties down and slid down to squat with her back against the boulder for support. It seemed to feel odd, almost soft, but that thought went right out of her head as she sighed loudly with relief as she finally peed. She could suddenly make out the close sound of groaning or some sort, likely another mating pokemon close by. The truth of the matter was that her hiding boulder was the body of very large, sleeping Snorlax. From above, mew could clearly make out the large comatose creature. Though asleep, it too was effected by the season, as its large, semi-erect cock hung from its pelvis, with tara’s head unknowingly only about two feet from it. Its gaping anus also oozed copious amounts of mixed seed from multiple sources. Sleeping Snorlax’s were often taken advantage of by other lustful pokemon in a variety of ways, even outside of mating season. The peeping Mew laughed to itself at the humans unintentional situation.
Unfortunately for tara, another mischievous pokemon came upon her as well in this secluded place, one far more accustomed to harassing humans. As the last steams of pee splattered on the ground below her, from the same spot, the head of a grinning Gengar emerged in its transparent form. Ghost pokemon were known to be both troublesome and perverted, but none more than this type. It looked up with dirty glee at her exposed pussy mere inches above it, with her pee passing through its intangible form. As she finished but before she could shift or attempt to stand and pull up her garments, Gengar extended its dark aura over her. She found her mind clouded and her body weaken to the point where she couldn’t stand, remaining as she was; her lower body bare and her back rested against the oblivious Snorlax.
She felt her mind overcome with dark, perverse thoughts as her body heated up and begin to tingle. This was in no small part due to the intangible Gengar, whose hands subtly caressed her tender breasts and whose long, massive tongue had extended like a tentacle to lap greedily at her exposed and now wanting privates. Her body quaked, feeling as if she were touching herself yet her arms still laid limply on her knees. It felt to her like all the sexual desires of her life had built up and coalesced into this moment. Her mind began to drift, looking back in a haze to all the sexual encounters of her life.
She could now recall her first exposure to sexuality in her youth. When she was around 8 years old she was over visiting her aunt and her much older cousin for a day. Her cousin was actually the same age she was now and had returned from a years long bout of travel and training. After playing around all morning, tara had been lain down for a nap around noon. She woke up for some reason and wondered where everyone was. She heard muffled noises upstairs and looked through the cracked doorway of a darkened room. What she found was the sight of her cousin, stripped down to her bra, thong and sneakers. She was kneeling on the floor between the forms of two of her own pokemon team; Hitmonchan and Nidoking. She was currently, and clearly willingly, rigorously pleasuring the two, alternating between sucking and jacking off each ones cocks. Loud obscene slurping sounds and light moans escaped her cousins filled mouth; cum already covered her face and streams of it and drool sputtered out the corners of her mouth, dangled and dripping from her face and chin.
She worried if this might be wrong and should she tell her aunt, at which point she heard the sound of her aunt moaning from the same room. Tara looked to see that her aunt sat slouched in an arm chair in the back corner of the room, her sun dress hiked up to her midsection. Her form was slightly obscured, as her daughters skilled Persian was reared partway up the chair and thrusting its barbed, feline cock in and out of her. The aunt held the large cat, which affectionately lapped at her neck as it rocked against her; her spread and bent legs, still wearing her expensive-looking high heels, quaked and shook all the while.
The memory faded amidst the blurred echo of her relatives’ moans and she envisioned her own first sexual awakening years later. Her close friend had loaned her his Beedrill to help stand up to a bully. A local older girl and her nasty Arbok had been harassing her and other neighborhood kids. She managed to use Beedrill and won a battle with the bully. Her and her friend ran off, exited and on such a high from the victory that passion and recklessness overtook them. Tara, without notice or prompt, had pulled him to a hidden place, dropped to her knees and began sucking him off. That began the start of her first and only real relationship, it only ending a month before she left home for that very reason.
She reminisced of an encounter with the vile pokemon of her neighbor. He was a heavyset boy she’d known since childhood; somewhat awkward and weird and he’d had an obvious crush on her for years. She recalled how one day when she was in her yard sunbathing, her neighbors Muk had got in and snuck up on her. Either by her neighbor’s suggestion, or his affections simply rubbing off on the pokemon blob, it overtook her and proceeded to aggressively grope and touch her very inappropriately. She could not struggle against its goopy body and it enveloped around her; she briefly worried it might just eat her. It’s naughty intrusion went on for some time and she admitted she started to like it, though upon hearing his owner calling for him, it quickly abandoned her and fled back to his house; it even waved bye to her like nothing. She never spoke of that to anyone but whenever she saw her neighbor and his Muk, she could see it grinning at her perversely.
Through the haze of sexual reawakening in her mind, she could barely feel her body being overwhelmed with continuous climaxes, both mentally from her memories and physically as Gengar continued to lap and suckle at her holes and grapple her breasts. Aside from her occasional physical rendezvous with other trainers, and before her embarrassing misjudgment that morning, her last sexual escapade was a few months back. While on her journey, she stopped and visited her aunt at her house. Her cousin had since moved out and married a pokemon breeder; not shocking to tara given what she’d seen as a kid. Her brief stay was only a few days and not very eventful, save the Mr. Mime her aunt had to help around the house. Said pokemon seemed friendly enough, but showed a perverted side as whenever it had the chance it would get quite handsy with her. From grabbing her ass during many unsolicited hugs, coming up from behind and playing with her breasts when her aunt wasn’t around and sitting next to her during meals so as to caress her inner thigh or even try to get its bulbous fingers in her shorts. Luckily she left without incident and forgot the situation, but wondered if her aunt had to deal with the same.
She faded from her hallucinogenic memories and found herself in the woods again. Her body felt weak and on fire as she saw the wide radius of wet grass before her, made so by her multiple gushing orgasms. Her mind still hazy, she braced herself against the “boulder” with one hand and began to furiously rub her pussy with the other. For whatever reason, all she wanted now was sexual relief. She wondered if the mating season affected humans too; maybe all the fucking pokemon were putting out a pheromone or aphrodisiac. All she cared about was pleasure, and yet, as she rubbed, nearing yet another explosive orgasm, she felt as if she was being touched also from beneath, something coarse and wet against her anus and the lower part of her pussy, almost like a tongue but larger; she’d experimented with enough other women to know the sensation. Her concerns again faltered as she reached the most sensational, body-shaking, cum-squirting orgasm she could remember ever having. She didn’t know she could squirt so much or so far and began to hardly slap her pussy lips in pleasure as she emptied into the open world.
Her body went limp, almost numb, and she fought the urge to just slump to the ground in the mixed puddle of pee and cum she’d produced. She weakly clutched the boulder to hoist herself halfway to stand up, ignoring the soft fleshy, furry feel of it. Suddenly she was startled by a hiss from behind and she turned to see perched on the “boulder” was the same aggressive Scyther that had attacked her before. Before she could react she heard a strange hiss from below her that sounded like a giggling. From the ground below where she was, she saw a vague shadow blotch rise and take its shape as Gengar. She was surprised and confused by its appearance until it flashed her a large cocky grin then stuck out its tongue, wriggling it suggestively at her. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously until they flashed open and gawked with realization at its insinuation.
Before she could express her horror or disgust at the violation, the gengar took off flying about the clearing, giggling hysterically, before dissipating in puff of smoke as it made contact with the scyther. She was confused about what had happened until noticing the glowing red aura now in the eyes of the scyther; gengar had possessed its body. The scyther made hissing and clicking sounds that she realized was a mimic of the gengars laughter. It began to look about the boulder with interest then hopped down on the side of it and began to do something with its head that tara could not see. Cautiously, she took a few steps closer and to the side and saw that scyther was lapping and eating out the cum-coated ass of snorlax, who tara now shockingly noticed was there the whole time. Hanging above the lapping bug-type was the curved, half-hard cock of the sleeping giant, which was bigger than the humans arm. The sensation caused snorlax to stir slightly, groaning in pleasure; his fat body rippled as he stirred and his large cock began to twitch.
Overwhelmed and unable to process all that had and was going on around her, tara quickly redressed and took off running as fast as she could. In the frenzy of her escape from the strange goings on, she got herself turned around in the woods and was lost. She could hear the weak noise of the river and knew she could follow it back to her team. As she walked this new route she was witness to more sexual pokemon activities, which after the preceding events, she was a bit less comfortable with. There was Hypno, hoisted up on and clutching the rear of a tall Dodrio. One hand held tight to keep it in place as it thrust into “them” while the other hand was held high, swaying its hypnotic lure in front of the birds three heads, keeping them quite and docile while it did its business in them. The small psychic-type tensed as it came in the fire-type, pulling its cock out part way through, leaving half its cum in and letting he rest spurt out and stream onto the ground.
The moment it stopped swinging its pendulum it quickly hopped off and ran away. It took a moment for the three headed bird to come back around and take in its surroundings, seeming confused and disoriented. The two outer heads flipped around to examine and inspect their tender leaking rear while the middle one took note of the nearby observer. It began to stalk forward in an aggressive manner suspecting the human of being its defiler. Tara froze and did not know how to react, knowing she could never outrun the speedy bird. She finally pulled a small baggy of poke-chow from her back pocket and offered them a handful. A thankful fortune, as most of the rest was in her bag back with her team. The three heads pecked it up, first hesitantly then more amiably, writing off the human as friendly. When they were done they drew closer with intrigue; one head examined around her crotch, clearly smelling the presence of another pokemon about it. She tried to swat it away but it was persistent; another prodded her hair with its beak. The third annoyingly kept lightly pecking at her breasts, thinking her semi hardened nipples, currently poking through her shirt, were something eatable. It was times like this she cursed never having cared to wear bras.
Tara tried to shoo Dodrio away and continue but it seemed to quickly attach itself to her, following loyally as the heads chirped affectionately.
“This is all I need right now” she thought
She finally made it to the river and began to follow it back up, still followed by both Dodrioa and the still unseen Mew. When she did she saw across on the other bank was a loudly mewing Lapras on the edge of the shore. Its noises were due to the large aggressive looking Charizard that furiously humped at its rear. Its upper body clung to the water types shell; its talons dug into the shell as it belched flames into the air in passion. The sight of the opposite element types did slightly reignite her exhilaration; the sight of lapras also made her think she should get one for her team, as she didn’t have a water type on it. As she went along the shore, she also saw a clueless Slowbro, sluggishly humping the air “beside” an annoyed looking female Rattata. Across the river she could also see a mating gathering; a line of male Ivysaurs eagerly waiting for their turn to mount their Venusaur matriarch, who presented her rear for their use.
As tara walked, she thought she saw a glowing form hovered above her but there was nothing when she looked. She was confused but after the day she’d had, she couldn’t rule any weirdness out. That was further illustrated as she passed a bush, only to see another mating pair behind it. A Psyduck, strangely wearing a blue neckerchief was humping away at a purring Balbasaur wearing a yellow handkerchief. Even more, upon seeing her, the psyduck waved like a human and seemed to try and get her attention and to come over. Not wanting be drawn into any more mating drama, she ignored it and hurried away. Dodrio seemed just as perplexed, its eyes lingering on the odd sight and the three heads clicking and chirping amongst themselves, almost as if they were discussing it.
At last she seemed to recognize some small natural landmarks and exhaled with relief that she was almost back. She felt a small jolt in her back and looked back at dodrio, who seemed a bit anxious or nervous; she could sense they were attempting to garner her approval to continue with her.
“You wanna join the #1 team huh, let’s see what the others think” she smiled, holding an arm out which dodrio eagerly slipped under.
As she made her way through the bushes bordering the clearing she thought she could hear some sort of commotion and briefly worried something might be wrong with her pokemon. Coming into the open, she was left stunned at the sight of her beloved pokemon team in the midst of an intense orgy amongst themselves. Clearly her theory that they would also be affected by the mating atmosphere was more than accurate. Small Nidorina was almost encompassed as she was mounted and mercilessly humped by Dragonite. His massive body hunched over and encompassed her as he thrusted away, growling and grunting with each drive of his massive cock. Like all pokemon, Charmeleon’s lust did not care or differentiate male or female as he confidently rammed Sandslash from behind, whose own cock bobbed around, decorating the grass and dirt with its own streams of cum. Even her dear and loyal Raichu was overcome, her face buried in the crotch of Lickitung, furiously sucking his long cock. Lickitung’s massive tongue meanwhile extended out and was lapping and penetrating the entrance of Rhyhorn, who was bellowing with pleasure as she duck her horn into the side of a tree.
Other wild pokemon seemed to be enjoying the sight as well; a Pidgeot watched the goings on from a branch overlooking the clearing and was grinding against the bark in response. Also, partly hidden in a push was young male Cubone who awkwardly messaged its own small cock madly. Overcome and wanting to be involved, Dodrio ran forward to take part with what it considered its new companions. They stalked about energetically trying to see where they could initiate themselves; their kind were both male and female at once, so their decision depended on whether they were in the mood to dominate or be dominated. They could jam their three-cocked genitalia in dragonite’s better sized rear, or force them into nidorina’s gaping, drooling mouth. If they wanted to receive they could wait for dragonite’s cock to free up or present themselves for sandslash to dominate as he himself was being.
Ultimately, they approached the three pokemon grouping and initiated themselves in. Seeing as Raichu’s mouth was occupied, they prodded her free rear and forced two of the three cocks in and began to awkwardly thrust. Its heads were also very willing to take part; one reached over and joined Lickitung’s tongue in pleasure Rhyhorns cunt, the center one joined raichu in servicing Licki’s own cock while the third reached around to prod Licki’s sensitive anus.
Dodrio’s three shafted cock was a sight for the shocked tara; it was fortunate they hadn’t decided to exercise their sexual desires on her when they met or she might never have walked the same afterwards. Seeing her dear pokemon all writhing and humping and crying on in ecstasy; among everything else she’d experienced, she was past her breaking point. She could feel that heat and feeling of longing aging rising in her depths. Her hand found her crotch and began to slowly rub as she watched them intently. She suddenly heard a strange noise behind her and turned to see a pokemon; a creature she did not recognize at all. It was small and slightly cat-like with very long tale and who floated effortlessly in the air before her.
It stared back, meeting her perplexed gaze for long seconds and she was almost lost in its big, innocent but wise eyes. It shifted back and forth as it floated, examining her, before its form was encompassed in a bright light. Mew then spoke to tara, being a lendary psychic type; within her head she heard a calm, serene whispered voice, like a child and sounding neither male or female.
“What Pokemon do you most treasure?” it asked
She was confused, believing it to refer to her team, yet her mind wondered to another thought. Fire types had always been her favorite, and growing up, she always wished to be partnered with a Rapidash, the most beautiful and elegant pokemon; its magnificent mane and tail of fire were the most amazing things she’d ever seen. One of her earliest memories, that inspired her to be a trainer, was when there was a parade down the main street of her hometown. The leader of the parade was a gorgeous women riding a majestic and powerful looking Rapidash; when it reared up and cried out with a bust of flame, time seemed to stand still for her and she was in love with that creature. She’d begged her parents for a Ponyta for years so she could live her dream but was told that they didn’t have the means or space for such a pokemon.
She was pulled back to reality as the form of mew brightened and morphed into a new form; that of a magnificent looking Rapidash. It had read her mind, finding how much she truly treasured the pokemon. Stunned and mystified, she reached her hand out, which it leaned forward to meet; her heart skipped a beat as she brushed and rubbed the warm fur of its head and neck. Its head bowed and brushed against the side of her head with affectionate nuzzles. Her head and heart were swimming in this heavenly experience.
She giggled while she rubbed as rapidash began to dot her neck and cheek with little nibbles and suckles until it met her mouth. She went to gasp when the fire horse’s lips were pressed against hers and its playful peckings seemed much more intentional. Its large, extravagant tongue forced its way into her mouth and for the briefest moment, she allowed and enjoyed it before pulling away in shock. Its head bowed, the horses dark eyes looked into hers with drive and intelligence she could only vaguely understand. Before she could try to decipher its intent, she flinched as rapidash reared up over her, its large body hovering above her as its forelegs planted on the tree behind her to hold itself up.
Its size and form astounded her until she flinched at the sight of the pokemons long, fleshy cock, almost completely erect; its length the size of her forearm and its twitching head staring her in the face. The skin of the long cock and balls were as black as a starless night. She was stunned and silent, unable to move or think, her senses were overwhelmed by the sight of it, by the thick organs pungent aroma, which she felt she could both smell and even taste.
“Oh no, please, I can’t…I just can’t…I shouldn’t…” she managed to get out vocally, almost pleadingly
Rapidash whinnied and bucked its hips slightly, causing the long cock to bob in the air and its dripping tip to almost poke her face; its tip oozed small streams of pre-cum that dripped on her leggings. Her eyes were wide, her heart rate accelerating, her breath sharp and fast and her mind racing. Still, everything she’d experienced leading up to this moment, the image of the cock before her, belonging to the pokemon she’d desired and loved the most. Whether by the will of mew or the poor humans trainers senses finally giving way to passion, her resistance and hesitance were shattered in an instant. She fell forward, almost lunged, at the presented cock, taking its whole head in her mouth all at once with such reckless passion as if it were like the lips of a long lost lover.
Its salty, fleshy raw taste was like nothing she’d ever experienced before yet she already found herself addicted to it, sucking, lapping and tasting it frantically, taking as much of its great length down her throat as she could. Content with her participation and weakened from the pleasure she gave it, the feux-rapidash dropped down to stand normal again; its head hanging low and breathing heavy from her activities. She broke from her feast of horse cock to pleasure the object of her desires in others ways, rubbing her face against its great black balls, licking and sucking the skin of their sack and letting them rest on her face, inhaling deeply to savor their vile smell, hoping she could savor it forever. She made depraved sexual noises all the while that any other human would find disturbing as she alternated between attending its delectable balls and jacking off the length of its cock as she took it in her mouth again, feeling more and more of its seed seeping out down her throat.
Not yet satisfied, she wanted to worship her idol in every way possible, crawling to kneel behind it. Looking with absolute adoration, she did not hesitate to seize and stretch its thick anus with her hands, stimulating its rim with every finger and blowing her hot breath on it. She pressed her mouth to the hole, licking and sucking on it, causing the pokemon to shudder. She stretched her tongue as far into its depths as she could and lapped away in her best impression of a Lickitung. She kissed and licked and sniffed and sucked every inch of it that she could; its smell and taste almost like an aphrodisiac to her. She reluctantly broke from it to return to the cock she now craved, taking a third of it down her throat and sucking vigorously as her hands frantically stroked its length.
Though her craze she could just hear the pokemon’s lustful whimpers and feel its body shaking. Finally its body tensed, it cried out and its hips bucked violently, jabbing the cock further into her head and her eyes watered, feeling her head might just snap off. She felt the cock swell and thicken in her mouth and completely cut off her ability to breath. She felt a warm sticky sensation fill her throat and mouth and even up through her nose and in one gagging, coughing explosion, the cock and its eruption of cum burst out of her mouth. The long, thick twitching, fleshy cock covered her entire head, her torso and legs in constant sprays and webs of thick cum. She coughed and gagged as the gratuitous amount in her mouth spatter out, while also oozing disgustingly from her nose.
Without thinking she pressed her lips to the cocks tip, suckling like a baby at a bottle. She felt robbed an deprived as the pokemon pulled away, backing up from over her to stand before her. Its head reached down and affectionately licked her, while also tasting and cleaning some of its own seed of her face. She took the initiative this time and pressed her lips to its in a carnal, forbidden kiss, willing its tongue to take all her mouth as its own. It broke it, leaving her breathing heavy and wantingly as copious cum and salvia bubbled and dribbled form her lips. It masterfully tugged her shirt up and away, allowing it access as her breasts, which it licked before firmly nibbling on her hard nipples.
She moaned out, the mix of pain and pleasure almost perfect and overwhelming. She pushed its head away and her mind and body finally went over the brink, finally once with the natural carnality all around her. Quickly pulling down her cum covered shorts and legging and her panties down, she turned away and lenged to grab the tree behind her for dear life.
“Go head, I’m ready, I want it, do it, fuck me, fuck me till I die, I want it, I want your cock, destroy me like the animal I am, out it in me, put it in me please!” she cried out frantically, waiting for the massive cock she desired to invade and split her body, yet it did not come.
She breathed, her mind slightly clear again and turned to see the rapidash staring back at her blankly. Mew sought to sate and gift the desires of others, but not see them driven made or reckless by those desires. It did not enjoy seeing tara broken by such lust or to give her the animalistic cravings she now had. He walked up to her, its dark eyes looking into her now confused ones and she almost again heard a soft whisper invade her mind.
“not like this”
Rapidash brushed her face and chin with its snout before pushing her, ushering her away. Confused and stunned, while also increasingly ashamed as her senses returned, she walked where it lead; a small picnic table set near the clearing. She walked to its edge and turned back to meet the fire horse. Its tongue again licked at her face and lips, but in much more slow and passionate way. She rested her bare bottom the edge of the tab el as she hugged the pokemon’s massive head to her chest. She suddenly found herself gently pushed back, her upper body falling atop the length of the table, he legs dangling above the ground.
She saw the briefest look of intensity in the horses eyes as its head dipped down and its large tongue tasted and invaded her very wet and wanting pussy. She cried out as her body shook; never had anything reach so deep in her depths as this quine tongue as it wriggled and flapped within her. Her legs bent and pressed against the sides of its head and she firmly grabbed its single head horn, needing some form of anchor to keep her from shaking violently as what felt like and endless stream of orgasm rocked her body to the point she felt she was actually paralyzed.
Its head rose up again, its tongue hanging out, dripping with a mix if saliva and her own juices. Before she could even respond or think, she suddenly felt the table shake and creak as the horse slowly stepped its front end up, its front legs planted on its surface on each side of her. She saw the massive length of its erect, dripping cock presented to her, hanging over her belly. Without prompt or permission, rapidash began he slowly grind it length against her body; its hot veins against her belly, its oozing head bobbing between her breast and its thick balls ever so firmly slapping the lips of her exhausted pussy.
Finally it reared his hips back and the cock withdrew, only to then press its bulbous head against her much smaller cunt. She looked up at the horse with shock and worry at realizing what was about to happen, it met her with small nod of some reassurance, as if telling her it would be ok.
“F…fucking mating season” she cursed with a whimper as she tightly clutched the edges of the table for dear life, preparing for pain and pleasure of what was to come.
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