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Pokemon Sword and Sheath	By : Scrying Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 2011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the series Pokemon or its characters, and I am not making any profit from this piece of fiction

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
The two cousins were left slack-jawed outside the skyscraper meant to house Rosa’s next gym challenge. Rosa clutched the straps of her tote bag, staring up at the monumental monolith, craning her neck to try and see up to the top. Hilda’s head was pushed forward, looking through her contacts on her Xtransceiver.
“I’ll try and call Clyde,” Hilda explained, “Maybe he knows where Burgh is.”
“Do you think maybe Roxie told him about Team Plasma being back?” Rosa suggested, still staring high into the sky.
Hilda paused, pressing her pouty lips together at the possibility, “I don’t know,” She admitted.
“I do,” Said a voice that sent a cold shiver up Hilda’s spine. The pear-shaped former champion’s eyes opened wide. A strong inhale of air filled her lungs, her entire body froze like she had just been hit with Static. She suddenly felt weak in the knees, and not in the way she enjoyed.
Rosa turned her head toward the voice she had never heard before. Approaching her was a surprisingly familiar face. Like her cousin, Rosa’s expression was one of pure shock.
What’s she doing here? The busty slut wondered.
Iris Rion strolled confidently towards the two dumbfounded women. She was of a contemporary of theirs at the age of twenty-three. Jagged, dark purple bangs covered her forehead, a preview of the never-ending locks that cascaded down her back, even with two massive twin tails poking out of either side of her head. Each of the kinky twin tails was the side of her head, seeming to float up and away from her with the help of massive golden hair clasps covered in runic symbols. The rest of her hair was spread wide, wider than her svelte shoulders and cinched waist, making her body type hard to distinguish from the back. The massive sheet of hair came back together into another golden, runic clasp that hung halfway down an incredibly plump set of thighs, tying off her dark purple hair by bringing it all back together.
The current champion and former champion locked eyes, a grin of satisfaction crossing Iris’ face. The purple-haired woman had a similar build to Hilda’s. Her hips were wide, nearly so wide they pushed passed the width of her hair, supporting what were certainly two gorgeous ass cheeks that seemed to have been assembled separately and attached to Iris’ curvy body. To call her a ‘two-legged centaur’ or a ‘human Zebstrika’ would be an understatement. Her ass rivalled Hilda’s; there was simply no other way to put it. Her chest was impressive enough. A far cry from the backbreaking tits that Rosa possessed, but big enough to be considered busty, unlike Hilda’s nearly flat chest. Those breasts were covered by a cream-coloured tunic that was nearly slipping off both of her thin shoulders. Big, puffy sleeves covered her hands with cuffs coloured pink. A pair of slightly off-white spandex leggings covered her legs, pulling sheerly around her plump thighs. So sheer that the champion was wearing a pink shawl over her ass to prevent flashing strangers her best assets, even with her hair as a full body censor bar. Her outfit came to a close with pink and cream slip-on shoes, cementing a rather brief and coherent colour palette.
Hilda’s heart was racing, as sweat began to run down her face. She brought a hand up, clutching her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Iris placed her hands on her triple-extra-wide hips.
“He ran off towards the Castellia Sewers,” Iris explained, “Bit of a weird place to go first thing in the morning if you ask me, but … who am I to judge?”
Rosa turned her head slightly, sizing up the full-body paralysis her cousin seemed to be under. The busty trainer frowned, not sure what to feel.
This is the woman who took everything from Hilda. She’s so stunned she can’t even talk Rosa thought Which is funny because normally I’m the one who doesn’t get a say when we talk to people like Iris … happened with Alder and Roxie at first ….
Rosa turned her head back, “You saw him go?”
Iris nodded, “He and I were supposed to have a meeting this morning. Ironically about his inconsistent gym hours. Oh, where are my manners?” The champion put a hand out, flashing a fiendish grin. Rosa caught as for a moment, her eyes flicked to Hilda, then back to Rosa, “I’m Iris. Iris Rion. Champion of the Unova League.”
The word was like a dagger through Hilda’s chest, wincing physically at the word. The motion did not go unnoticed by Rosa, who suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. She eyed Iris’ hand for a moment before returning the shake (which of course made her massive tits jiggle).
“Rosa Whitley, I’m … uh… a trainer looking to challenge Burgh,” Rosa explained.
“Right, right,” Iris nodded, “Taking on the Gym Challenge? And I see you’ve picked up quite the travelling companion.”
Iris’ eyes once again settled on Hilda, a self-satisfying smile on her lips. Hilda finally managed to react, simply looking down to block her view of Iris with the brim of her baseball hat.
“She’s my cousin,” Rosa replied, rallying some confidence and standing tall. Her chest pushed out as Rosa gripped her tote bag, “She’s also my coach.”
“I see,” Iris nodded, “How noble of you to work with the youth in your retirement. I really didn’t think you’d come back to the circuits. Maybe back to PokéStar though.”
Hilda lifted her head, a mixture of anguish and rage on her face, “What do you want, Iris? Are you just here to be a bitch?”
Iris put her hands up, “Well, isn’t that a way to greet an old friend! I see you two looking stranded on the side of the road because the gym is closed and I come to help and this is the thanks you’re offering me?”
“What ‘help’ did you want to offer beyond just belittling me?” Hilda asked, putting the word ‘help’ in air quotes and then folding her arms.
Rosa turned her head towards her cousin, “Hills, it’s alright.”
“No, no, Rosa,” Iris said, giving her complete attention to the former champion, “It’s alright. After all, I know I can stand up to Hilda.”
For a moment, the comment lingered in the air, hanging with tension like an explosive waiting to go off between the three women. Rosa turned her head slightly to look at Iris, spotting the same self-satisfied grin on her lips.
“I don’t need your help to find Burgh,” Hilda finally said in a measured tone.
“Good,” Iris replied, “Because I’m not offering it. Like I said, I saw him heading towards the Castellia Sewers. Go there or don’t.”
Hilda’s hand came up, grabbing onto Rosa’s arm. Without another word, the two cousins twisted around and began to march back down the street.
“Where are we going?” Rosa asked as she was pushed along by Hilda.
“The sewers,” Hilda replied.
“Gross!” Rosa grunted.

The smell of the sea was strong that morning as Hilda and Rosa stepped down onto the massive, flat, paved wharf that was Thumb Pier.
“There’s a huge entrance up ahead,” Hilda explained, “It’s an emergency bypass that the city can vent flood waters out of into the ocean.”
“And we can just go in it?” Rosa asked in a confused tone.
“Yup, it’s just a giant opening at the end of the pier. People go down there to train because the sewers are infested with Pokémon.”
Ahead of them was the sea and the end of the stubby pier, too short to dock proper ships at. To their right was a large set of stairs, leading down to a lower platform that jutted out awkwardly from the pier’s side, making it even harder to land a ship. Hilda moved towards it, with Rosa following behind.
“Why would Burgh go into the sewers at ten A-M?” Rosa asked as they walked along towards the entrance.
“Maybe what you said about Roxie calling him is true,” Hilda replied, “If Team Plasma is in the city, this is a good place for them to hide and move around without drawing attention to themselves.”
“Or they could just … not wear those outfits?” Rosa asked.
“You don’t understand how organisations like them work,” Hilda answered, “They have to wear the outfits.”
The entrance was a stubby, octagonal entrance. It was barely a third of the width of the pier. Rosa frowned, noting the rather substantial platform that lay in front of it.
Shitty flood system. How much water could even pass through there? She wondered.
Hilda clicked a few buttons on her Xtransceiver, activating the bright flashlight that turned the entire screen white.
“Let’s go,” Hilda stated. Rosa activated her glow as well, following her cousin into the entrance. They were greeted by a large set of stairs descending into the sewers. Rosa was relieved that there was no smell. It was a musty place, but nothing terribly disgusting.
“How are we supposed to find Burgh?” Rosa asked, “Just wander around until we see him?”
“I’m still working that part out,” Hilda admitted, “But we have Pokémon that can help us search.”
They reached the bottom of the steps, shining their lights around to get a sense of their path. A movement nearby in the corner of Rosa’s light made her shriek, leaping backwards.
“Holy shit!” She exclaimed, gnashing her teeth together as her entire body began to shake.
“I told you, people are down here,” Hilda grunted, looking at her cousin with annoyance, “Don’t be so damn jumpy.”
“Hilda? Rosa?” A familiar voice called. Hilda swung around, blinding Hugh. The blunette put a gloved hand up, trying to keep the bright light out of his face.
“Oh, hey Hugh,” Hilda commented, “What are you doing down here?”
“Searching for Team Plasma,” Hugh replied, “I got a tip from some mainlanders that they saw people in body armour slipping into a sewer grate.”
Hilda nodded at the news, “Looks like you were on the money, Rosa.”
“Great,” Rosa said, putting a hand to her titanic tits and trying to catch her breath from the shock she had just received.
“We’re looking for Burgh, the gym leader. We were told he came down here,” Hilda explained. She heard the sounds of footsteps in the distance, making the bottom-heavy former champion swing around, flashing her light all around. The truth was, Hilda was just as off-put as Rosa was, especially after their encounter earlier on Narrow Street. And Iris.
“Hugh, now that you’re here, we should split up. Cover more ground,” Hilda suggested.
Rosa frowned, “What?”
“You two head off that way,” Hilda pointed, “I’ll go with Emboar and search over there. Just like at the ranch.”
“But back at the ranch, we could communicate,” Rosa replied, “The Xtransceivers don’t have reception in here.”
“It’s fine,” Hilda replied in a rather dismissive tone, “You two are strong. You can handle this.”
Before Rosa or Hugh could get another word in, Hilda marched off, reaching down to her belt and taking Emboar’s Pokéball in hand.
“What’s gotten into her?” Hugh wondered aloud.
Rosa shook her head, “We just ran into Iris, so … I think that.”
“The champion?” Hugh asked in surprise, “What’s she doing here?”
Rosa shrugged, “I ‘unno, but she’s the one who told us Burgh was down here.”
With that, the duo set off, with Rosa leading the way using her Xtransceiver’s flashlight. She scanned the damp stone bricks in front of them, watching for any sign of life.
“Hilda said trainers roam around down here,” Rosa explained, “And wild Pokémon too.”
“Seen plenty of both,” Hugh replied, stickling close, “But no sign of a Gym Leader.”
They reached a corner, finding there was a small arched bridge over the waters and a turn-off to further into the tunnels.
“I came from that way,” Hugh explained, pointing down the path. Rosa twisted the decision made and crossed the bridge. Hugh followed. As they reached the other side, they found themselves face-to-face with a Rattata and a Zubat.
“Wow,” Rosa hissed, “Kanto Pokémon? On the mainland?”
“I think some foreign trainers must have released them down here,” Hugh replied, “Rich kids in their high rises who got their pets and then let them go.”
Rosa shook her head, “Well, at least we can get our teams warmed up for those Plasma grunts.”
Rosa fished her hand into her tote bag, pulling out a Pokéball. Her wrist flicked, sending it up into the air. A bright white light illuminated the area as the shape of her starter formed, landing on the ground.
“Snivy!” The grass type growled its own name, leering at the duo in front of them. Hugh tossed his own Pokéball out, a second light shining brightly, lighting up the desolate tunnel.
“Go! Pginite!” Hugh declared. The middle stage of the fire type appeared, roaring as it stood proud on its hind legs. A spout of flames escaped its snout.
“Whoa!” Rosa exclaimed with a surprised look on her face. She hadn’t seen Hugh’s starter Pokémon since they were younger when he had taken it as a Tepig. The Rattata and Zubat weren’t running.
“Okay, Snivy, use Vine Whip!” Rosa declared, throwing her arm out in a dramatic fashion, making her massive chest jiggle and sway wildly as if something had moved each tit independently.
The Grass Snake Pokémon leapt into the air, summoning two vine tendrils from the yellow crest on its neck. Both of the long green vines slammed down, whipping the Rattata across the face, and sending the normal type flying backwards from the force of the impact.
“Flame Charge, Pignite!” Hugh ordered, pointing at the Zubat. The Fire Pig Pokémon grunted its own name as it dashed forward, dipping its barely-existent shoulder as flames erupted from points all across its skin. The fire type leapt up into the air, slamming into the Zubat from below. The poison/flying type let out a whimper as it hit the ground, defeated.
“You want it?” Hugh asked, looking at Rosa.
“No way!” Rosa replied in a shocked tone.
No way that thing has a big cock, it’d never be able to fly Rosa thought, though she dared not speak such a statement out loud.
“Okay,” Hugh shrugged, “Now, Pignite, Arm Thrust!”
Pignite twisted around, looking at the Rattata. It lunged forward, driving its arm into the normal type for Super Effective damage. The Mouse Pokémon squealed in pain as it was tossed from the walkway they were on down into an empty canal below.
“Nice work,” Rosa nodded to Hugh.
“Same to you, never really thought you’d ever become a trainer,” Hugh admitted.
Rosa pouted, “What’s that supposed to mean?” Her hands went to her narrow hips, glaring up at her best friend.
“I just mean like … you know. When we got our starters, you didn’t seem … interested in leaving Aspertia,” Hugh replied, realising he may have overstepped. His face was turning red. Pignite and Snivy drew close, listening to their trainers’ conversation, “I mean, you just randomly start your journey? It’s been four years since we got our starters, why now? Your cousin got hers and left right away.”
Rosa glared up at Hugh, reminded of their height difference, “Oh, so now I have to do exactly what she does? So I wasn’t some hotshot super rookie who took down the Champion in my first seven months of owning a Pokémon!”
Hugh put his gloved hands up, “Rosie, c’mon I-”
“Don’t call me ‘Rosie’!” Rosa growled, “You know I hate that nickname!”
Hugh took a deep breath, “Rosa. I didn’t mean to insult you. But I don’t think you’re mad at me … at least … not just me.”
Rosa continued to glare for a moment before relenting, her face softening. “It’s Hilda. Sometimes it feels like we’re best friends, like we were when we were little. Others, it feels like I might as well be in a Pokéball myself. We’ve bonded plenty over sex, but that is the only thing we have in common. She’s just so … militant about what I have to do. I never left on a journey because I didn’t know what type of trainer I wanted to be. I didn’t want to just live on the road, surviving on tournament money and doing circuits forever. Hilda’s the champion, she’s got endorsements, brand deals, a home in fucking Undella Town!”
She let out a sigh, gesturing wide with the last statement and letting her arms drop to her sides, “I’m not gonna be good enough for any of that. I’ll be another washed-out trainer who doesn’t make it passed the first round of the finals.”
A bright light filled the tunnel. Hugh and Rosa winced, putting their hands up to block the source of the light.
Another trainer?! Rosa thought, gnashing her teeth together Did Pasma get the drop on us?!
She spread her lithe fingers apart enough to get a peek at the light’s origin. Pignite was shielding its eyes as well. An amorphous, shifting shape stood next to it, where her Snivy had been. It grew into a long, slender form before the glowing finally died down.
“SERVINE!” The Grass Snake Pokémon roared its own name.
“Arceus Alive …” Rosa whispered, her eyes wide and round, like white dinner plates, practically glowing in the dark.
Hugh grinned, “I guess Sni- … Servine, doesn’t think you’re as bad at this whole ‘trainer’ thing as you thought. And hey, you’re still down here, searching for Team Plasma. You could have left it to just me and Hilda. Don’t doubt yourself, Rosa, you are a real trainer.”
He reached up, putting a hand on her shoulder. Rosa blushed, looking away with a bashful expression.
“Thanks,” She said softly, putting her hands behind her back.
I just wish Hilda would see it that way A doubtful thought entered her head.
“C’mon, let’s keep looking,” Hugh said, stepping away from Rosa and moving further down the tunnel.
“Before we do that,” Rosa called. Hugh turned around, giving Rosa a confused look. Rosa threw herself forward, wrapping her arms around the blunette. Hugh let out a grunt as he fell to the ground. Her massive fun bags impacted his chest, bouncing against him. She kissed his lips before he could offer a protest, giggling as she did so.
“Really?” Hugh asked, “Right here? In the-”
“Don’t say where we are,” Rosa shushed him, putting a hand on his finger, “I don’t want to think about that. Plus, the last time we went up against Plasma, this was an excellent way of making sure your head was in the game.”
Her hand reached back to his crotch, undoing the zipper of his pants. Her hand slipped inside, wrapping around his already hardening, thick member.
“Seems like someone had the same idea,” She purred, stroking his length.
Hugh inhaled, feeling arousal coursing through his veins like blood, “Okay. But only because I think you need this more than I do right now to focus.”
Rosa licked her lips hungrily, “Tell yourself whatever you need to.”
She stood up, grabbing at her frilly yellow shorts and her leggings. With a quick pull, they dropped down to her ankles. Rosa was nude from the waist down as her hands reached between her plump enough thighs, gripping Hugh’s impressively thick cock head.
Barely been a day without it, and I’m already missing this thing inside me Rosa thought, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. The spongy head, bigger than her fist, was kissing her plump pussy lips, slick with arousal, ready to receive. The busty slut began to grind herself up against the tip, jutting up from Hugh’s body like the main mast of a ship. With a bit of help from gravity, Rosa let her body drop, feeling the huge cock penetrate her. She hissed, throwing her head backwards. The top-heavy whore began to sink lower and lower, savouring every inch as it stretched out her tight twat. Hugh grunted, gnashing his teeth together as he felt Rosa’s love tunnel caressing and nearly crushing his cock, pressing her most sensitive spots up against his throbbing, puffy veins.
“Oooooh~” Rosa moaned, biting her lips, eyes shut as her body was racked with pleasure. Hugh’s gloved hands came up, grabbing onto Rosa’s waist. The busty slut shuddered at the touch, her pale skin turning to gooseflesh as his fingers sank into her soft form. His grip was tight, pulling her further down towards his crotch, attempting to sheath his cock completely inside her.
“Deeper,” Rosa moaned as she leaned forward. Her hands reached for the hem of her baseball tee. With a tug, the cottony white material lifted itself from her stomach, stretching to its limit as Rosa’s backbreakers sagged more, being beaten downwards by gravity. Her impressive, perky sweater-Herdiers was nearly touching Hugh’s stomach, despite her back only being at an extremely mild arch. The shirt slipped up passed them, revealing that Rosa as usual wasn’t wearing a bra (no store-bought bras ever fit her anyway, and the online custom ones were painfully expensive). The massive tits hit Hugh’s chest with a dull thud, creating a sheet of flesh, blocking the action at their crotches from his sight. It didn’t matter though; he could certainly feel it. Rosa’s hands struggled to find somewhere to go. Her tits were taking up all the space on Hugh’s chest and she knew the only other place was the walkway she daren’t touch. Instead, her elbows curled upwards, and she arched her back, grinding her crotch down onto Hugh as his massive cock plunged deeper and deeper into her guts.
“Oooooh,” She moaned, her pouty lips puckering into a perfect O-shape. The bulge in her stomach was a perfect one-to-one outline of Hugh’s massive cock, down to the lip of the crown of his cock head, “S-so big.” She moaned. Her eyes were shut, revelling in the pure pleasure she was experiencing. Her entire body convulsed with every thrust, her cunt squeezing lovingly around Hugh’s massive shaft.
“Ahhh~!” She moaned loudly, letting the sound echo throughout the sewers. Hugh’s grip on her hips tightened, starting to take more control. He began to thrust up into her as she came down on him, impacting her halfway. She let out a wheeze as the sudden intrusion of cock forced the air from her lungs. Her massive tits jiggled on his chest. Her erect nipples felt through his athletic wear. Her massive chest rippled with waves of skin from every impact.
“Arceus Alive~!” Rosa mewled, saliva spider-webbing in her mouth, “Huuuuugh~!”
He gritted his teeth, picking up his pace as he continued to pound into Rosa’s sopping wet pussy. Her juices were leaking all over his crotch, only encouraging him on. His cock bucked inside of her, battering her soft innards with its hard form. Rosa’s fingers curled, her nervous system starting to short-circuit as she tried to comprehend the pleasure she was feeling. All her other senses dulled, hiding the fact that they were rutting in a dingy sewer. Her toes curled in her sneakers. Drool was starting to fall from her lips, splattering down onto her exposed tits. She arched her back, bringing the hefty weight of her backbreakers off of Hugh’s chest, letting the man take a full breath again. His gloved hands leapt towards her, taking one of her tits in his grasp.
“Ahhh~!” She squeaked as his dexterous fingers began to pinch and play with her thick nipples, twisting and pinching them the way he knew she liked. She shuddered, her twat tightening up around his cock as her orgasm approached quickly. Hugh sat up slightly, his mouth sealing around her massive chest. He bit her lightly, certain to leave a mark.
"Oh yes~!” She mewled, her face an expression of pure ecstasy, “Yes! Yes, Hugh! Bite my tits! Harder! Mark them!”
Hugh’s mouth shifted, leaving one bite mark behind and quickly impressing another into her pale, sweaty skin. Rosa’s cries of pleasure grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the sewer tunnels.
I wonder if Hilda can hear her? Hugh wondered for a moment, but quickly dismissed the thought in favour of biting her again.
“Ahhh~!” Rosa squeaked. One of her hands came forward, grabbing onto her other massive mammary. Her dainty hands were a mere fraction of the size of her bust. All the same, she began to grope and squeeze it roughly, kneading the titanic tit like dough. She twisted and pinched at her own nipple, stimulating the second most sensitive part of her body even further.
“Deeper~” She moaned, “I-into my womb! I ne-need your cock in my womb~!”
Hugh’s grip on Rosa’s hips tightened, pressing into her soft skin. His cock head kissed her cervix over and over again, attempting to break through her entry.
“I! Need! It!” Rosa declared, picking up the pace of her bounce. Her massive tits were swaying and lurching with every thrust now, moving wildly in tandem with her body. Hugh’s cock bucked inside of her, engorging itself as a shot of pre-seed spilt into her. Rosa moaned loudly, her core clenching against his throbbing cock as the fresh clear coating covered her. Hugh’s thrusts became sharper as Rosa ceded him more control. He grunted as his cock head bounced off her cervix again, making them both wheeze from the impact.
“Deeper,” She moaned, “Deeper! Deeper! Deeper!”
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Hugh let Rosa’s breast fall from his mouth, a strand of saliva connecting the two for a moment, but snapping as the huge tit fell back against her chest. Hugh felt the impact of the massive mammary against her stomach via his cock as it continued to reshape her guts.
He pulled his legs back, pressing his thighs into Rosa’s butt. He began to thrust harder, burying more of himself into her. Rosa mewled as she was lifted into the air, riding on Hugh. Her legs dangled and hit the walkway at an awkward angle. Her massive tits bounced up and down, leaving her torso behind for a moment before slamming back into her diaphragm and forcing the air from her lungs. Her moans grew louder, filling the entire sewer system.
“Fuck! Me! Hugh! Fuck me!” She wailed with every thrust, the sound of flesh on flesh like a metronome to her serenade of his prowess.
His cock pushed through her cervix, burying itself in her womb. The massive member surged into her, slamming into her innermost wall. Rosa’s eyes opened wide. White hearts burned brightly in her pupils and projected out onto the ceiling above them. She let out a pathetic cry of feminine pleasure. Hugh’s teeth gnashed together, he winced as he felt Rosa’s pussy completely collapse around his cock, crushing against his pulsing, thick veins. A gushing flood of squirt erupted from Rosa’s plump lips as she came hard, shaking and thrashing on Hugh’s cock like it was a live wire coursing inside of her. She arched her back, making her tits spread as the bulge from the blunette’s massive member. Her tongue leapt from her mouth in a silent scream.
Hugh shuddered, his cock firing off another blast of pre-seed, this time painting her uterus in its clear coating.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh Arceus Alive, yes!” Rosa moaned in a haggard, hoarse breath, “Yes! Yes!”
She began to grind her crotch against Hugh’s, riding an incredibly high wave of post-orgasmic bliss. Hugh’s grip on her hips faltered for a moment, letting Rosa shake and thrash her way through her pleasure-fueled seizing. His cock bucked again, battering her still-recovering innards with his massive member. Rosa let out a shriek as her most sensitive spots (now even more sensitive due to her very recent finish) her pummelled and overstimulated by the massive cock of her best friend. Her nipples were rigid on her sweat and spit-soaked chest. Massive globs of slobber were hanging from her chin. She was shaking slightly as Hugh came back to rest, letting his legs spread out again.
Her breathing was haggard, deep, laborious things that filled her lungs best they could between the weight of her tits and the occupation of the cock inside her body.
“Why did you stop?” She asked in a hushed, weakened tone.
“Just waiting to make sure you didn’t pass out,” Hugh replied with a grin.
Rosa lifted her head, letting Hugh see the bright white hearts that were in her brown eyes, “That’s never stopped you before. So considerate now.”
One of Hugh’s hands left Rosa’s waist. It reached up to the back of Rosa’s head, grabbing a fistful of her brown hair. Rather than pull, he pushed. Rosa let out a yelp as she surged forward, finding herself bending in half, feeling Hugh’s massive cock keeping part of her body upright. Hugh came up. Their lips locked together, tongues quickly finding one another. Rosa’s opened eyes of shock quickly fluttered to half-lidded expressions of desire. Her tongue coiled around his. Her hands finally had a task, coming up to caress his face. She could feel his stubble on his well-crafted cheeks. Hugh began to thrust into Rosa again. They were more deliberate, longer strokes, sending intense waves of pleasure washing over her. Their kiss renewed itself, as Rosa’s tongue began to surrender to Hugh’s. Her cunt was drooling on his crotch as he rutted into her, pressing his massive cock as deep inside of her as it would go.
Her moans and mewls broke against Hugh’s mouth. Her entire body shuddered with pleasure as he began to pump his cock in and out of her. Wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure rippling through her form. Her twat tightened around his cock, attempting to milk his load from him. Her body was moving on its own at this point, pumping her form up and down the impressive dick inside of her. Her kisses were frantic, passionate things as she pressed their lips together. Her hands slipped around to the back of her head, grabbing fistfuls of his blue hair. His hands, in turn, were on her breasts, pinching and prodding her rigid, thick nipples, playing with the spot on her body she loved to have touched the most. She shuddered, pressing herself into him, her massive breasts pinning his hands up against his chest.
“Deeper,” Rosa whispered out in desperation, breaking their kiss only for a moment. Hugh responded without words, groping her massive rack even harder, kneading the huge breasts between his strong fingers. She let out a whimper as he plunged his cock to the base inside of her. She felt his massive length and girth reshaping her guts, melting her from the inside out. Rosa’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt another orgasm approaching. Her toes curled up in her shoes again. Hugh could feel her cunt clenching tightly around his cock, attempting to stop his thrusts and milk him for all he had. His nuts were begging for the release they had been denied already. Hugh picked up his pace, pounding into Rosa with the subtle forcefulness he knew made her melt.
She moaned against his lips, fingers shaking as her body was racked with pleasure. Hugh’s cock bucked again, pressing hard into Rosa’s most sensitive spots. She broke their kiss, strands of thick slobber connecting their lips.
“OH ARCEUS ALIVE!” She wailed pathetically, “DO IT, HUGH! I NEED IT! I NEED YOU TO CUM INSIDE ME!”
Hugh’s hands returned to Rosa’s waist as her tits pressed hard against his chest. Her hands were on his shoulders, looking down at him with an intense look of pure pleasure.
“Ahhh~” She moaned right in his face. His cock stiffened inside of her at the moan. Her massive tits were pressed tightly against his chest, reaching up to his throat. He hilted himself inside of her, letting her experience the fullness of his erection.
“Ahhhh~!” She moaned again, slobber falling from her chin and onto her inflated tits.
“Fuck,” Hugh grunted.
“D-don’t hold back,” Rosa begged, “Do it! Fill me!”
Hugh did as was asked of him, letting his orgasm overwhelm him. Rosa’s head snapped backwards, her tongue leaping from her mouth in a silent scream. Her core collapsed around Hugh’s massive member, squeezing it hard as she came as well. Her stomach swelled wildly as Hugh pumped rope after rope of thick seed into her.
She was writhing like a live wire again, her face flush with arousal. Tears streaked down her face as white hearts hit the ceiling.
I love the feeling of a fat cock cumming inside me Rosa thought in pure joy.

They continued into the maze of the sewers for what felt like hours. It was hard to tell, with their Xtransceivers not getting any signal in the concrete tunnels. It was long enough for Rosa’s stomach to shrink back down, despite the massive load of cock snot Hugh had pumped into her.
“How the hell are we supposed to find Team Plasma down here anyway?” Rosa asked in frustration as they continued along.
“I heard from some people that there’s an ancient set of natural caves that run under the Hadoson River,” Hugh explained, “Goes from Castellia to Driftveil. Would be a big help if you’re trying to move around the region discreetly.”
“And do you have any idea where this passage is?” Rosa asked.
“Nope,” Hugh admitted, “But if we want to find Plasma, that’s where they are.”
“So you’ve been running around the sewers for … what, a day and a half, just looking for a hole in the wall?!” She hissed, keeping her voice down as best she could.
“Hey, I’ve been tracking Team Plasma for four years, I know how they think,” Hugh replied, turning his head to look at her. His head whipped back a second later, putting a hand up, “Did you hear that?”
Rosa shook her head in shock and frustration, “N-no!”
“Shhh,” Hugh hissed, “There’s people up ahead.”
Rosa nodded, turning towards the Pokémon following them and giving them a similar gesture. Servine and Pignite nodded, both of them running silently now. Hugh and Rosa moved towards the end of the tunnel, where it curled off to the right. There was no left access and the walkway they were on came to an end, leaving right as their only option.
“Yeah, so, things didn’t end up working out,” Said a voice, “I’m just trying to get used to being single again.”
“Oh, that’s a shame, I know you really liked him,” Another replied.
Hugh and Rosa crept along the wall, up to the edge where it turned down a corner. The blunette leaned slowly, putting only enough to see around the corner and ducking back. He held up his gloved hand, flashing Rosa two fingers. Rosa nodded. Pignite and Servine moved up, ready for a fight.
Hugh’s hand shifted, bringing up a full set of splayed digits. He curled his thumb. Then his pinky. Ring finger. Middle Finger. Pointer.
Rosa and Hugh leapt around the corner with their Pokémon. Standing before them in all black with balaclavas over their faces were two men of two different skin tones. Their hands went to their belts, grabbing at Pokéballs.
“Hey!” Hugh shouted.
“What do you want?” One of the grunts snapped back; it was hard to tell which one was talking in the dim light with masks over their mouths.
“What are you villains doing down here?” Hugh snapped, anger rising in his voice, “Here to take all these Pokémon in the sewers for yourselves?!”
The two grunts shared a look.
“Ready, Rosa?” Hugh asked.
“I guess so,” Rosa replied.
“Go! Krookodile!”
“Go! Scrafty!”
The two fully evolved Pokémon emerged from the Pokéballs the two Plasma grunts had, filling the area with flashes of light.
Oh shit! Rosa thought, eyes wide with panic at the sight before her. The massive ground/dark type licked its razor-sharp teeth, leering at the two Pokémon before it. The Scrafty grinned maliciously as well.
“Hugh,” Rosa whispered, taking a step back, “We may be in over our head here.”
Hugh nodded, “I know … but we still have to try. Pignite! Arm Thrust!”
“Krookodile! Bulldoze!” The grunt ordered. The tunnel around the duo began to shake and rumble badly as the Intimidation Pokémon lived up to its name. Rosa and Hugh were trying their best to stay standing, as was the other Plasma Grunt.
“Hey, you bastard! Same team!” He shouted.
“Then attack them!” The grunt who owned the Krookodile shouted back.
“Whatever,” He rolled his eyes, “Scrafty! Hi-Jump Kick!”
The Hoodlum Pokémon leapt forward, throwing its covered foot forward. The nub in its baggy ‘pants’ glowed a white and light blue, as energy built up around it. The attack slammed into Servine, blowing the grass type back off its thin feet.
“Servine!” Rosa called, twisting around to watch her newly evolved starter rolling over across the narrow walkway several times before coming to a stop, unconscious.
Pignite rushed forward, laying its arm thrust into the Krookodile’s body. The ground/dark type roared in pain as it took Super Effective damage from the attack.
“Scraft! Torment!”
The Scrafty leapt forward, putting its hands out towards Pignite. The fire/fighting type looked up in shock; it was too late to dodge. The fighting/dark type put its hands on Pignite’s head, letting out a cry. Pignite stumbled backwards.
“Damn it,” Hugh grunted, “Okay, Pignite, Ember on the Scrafty! Rosa, get something else out!”
“Ri-right!” Rosa fumbled through her bag.
Damn it! Riolu only has Counter! Herdier, Magby, and Flaaffy aren’t gonna do a damn thing against that Krookodile! She grabbed at Magby’s Pokéball I don’t have a choice!
She threw the ball, letting the white light wash over everything.
“Magby!” She shouted, “Use Rock Smash!”
The Live Coal Pokémon rushed forward, charging the Krookodile. The Intimidation Pokémon saw it coming, grinning with its toothy maw.
“Crunch,” The grunt ordered.
Magby rushed in, grabbing onto the ground and ripping a chunk of it up. The fire type reached Krookodile, smashing its attack straight into the ground/dark type’s big stomach. Once again, the enemy Pokémon grunted in pain from Super Effective damage. But it wasn’t enough. The Intimidation Pokéon bent over, clutching onto the tiny fire type and lifted it.
“Magby!” Rosa screamed, “Fire Spin!”
The fire type obeyed, sending jets of flames off its body. They bothered the ground/dark type little as its jaw opened, placing Rosa’s Pokémon in its maw. The beast bit down on Magby’s neck and chest.
“MAGBY!” The Live Coal Pokémon hollered in pain.
“MAGBY!” Rosa’s shriek pierced everyone’s ears, her heart pounding wildly, threatening to crack a rib. Tears streamed down Rosa’s face as her fire type went limp in the ground/dark type’s maw. The beast reared back and tossed its snout forward, letting the unconscious form of the badly beaten Magby arc through the air and land at Rosa’s feet, rag dolling and rolling over a few times. Rosa’s legs were weaker, buckling under the crushing weight of what had just happened.
“Ma…” She couldn’t get more than a syllable out of her mouth as a hesitating hand reached towards her Pokémon, “Mabgy?”
There was no reply from the fire type. She was trembling.
“Rosa!” Hugh shouted. The busty slut looked up, finding that her childhood friend was now being backed into a literal corner by the two Pokémon, along with his Pignite. Rosa’s hand went back, digging into her bag, and she retrieved two Pokéballs, tossing them forward. Flaaffy and Herdier emerged in washes of light. Both of them roared their own name, waiting for instruction.
“Stop Team Plasma!” Rosa roared, pulling Magby closer to her impressive chest. Her two beasts rushed forward, preparing attacks for the Krookodile and the Scrafty. Rosa’s gaze went down to Magby, still not moving.
“You’re gonna be okay,” She whimpered as tears ran down her cheeks, “You’re gonna be okay.”
A bolt of electricity rushed past Rosa’s head. She shrieked, pulling Magby closer to herself as she ducked out of the way of the attack. Her head looked up at the chaos. Hugh was leaping to the ground, diving towards her. Pignite had used Arm Thrust into the Krookodile again, whilst Herdier was biting into its tail. Flaaffy was going against Scrafty, trying to strike the fighting/dark type with its electrical blasts.
“This is what a high-level battle looks like,” Hugh grunted as he got up off the ground, “We’re gonna be lucky to make it out of this one.”
He paused, realising that his words were not reaching Rosa. He took in the brutal image of the fire type in her hands.
“Is … is Magby okay?” He asked.
Rosa could only shake her head.
“Flaaffy!” The electric type wailed, drawing their attention upwards again. The Wool Pokémon clutched its chest as it fell over. Scrafty’s fist where it had once stood.
“This fight is over,” growled one of the grunts.
There was another roar, bringing everyone’s attention back to the fight between Krookodile, Herider, and Pignite. The Pokémon of Hugh and Rosa were battered and beaten, but Krookodile was worse, keeling over and hitting the ground, spirals in its eyes. Scrafty sneered at them both.
Pignite exhaled sharply, blowing smoke out its snout. Herdier took a fighting stance, breathing hard.
“This is do or die,” Hugh noted, getting back to his feet, “Rosa, please, I know you’re in a crisis, but if we don’t do something, all of our Pokémon will end up like Magby!”
A white powder began to descend as if it had begun to snow inside the tunnel. The grunts looked up in confusion, trying to discern its origin.
“What the hell …?” One of them asked.
Pignite and Herdier collapsed, as did the Scrafty.
“What’s happening?!” Shouted the other grunt. Hugh put his arms up, covering his mouth.
“Rosa, don’t breathe it in! It’s Sleep Powder!” Hugh exclaimed. Rosa held her breath, covering her mouth with her hand.
“Very astute,” Said a rather relaxed voice. Emerging from the tunnels behind the Plasma grunts was a tall, slender man with pale skin and bouncy brown hair, dressed in bright greens.
“You two didn’t catch me sneaking passed you earlier,” commented the man to the grunts, “And now all your little tricks to unblock this tunnel have failed. You’re trapped in my city.”
“Let’s get out of here!” A grunt shouted, extending his hand and calling back Scrafty. The other grunt returned his Krookodile.
“No!” Hugh lunged forward, reaching out to stop them. One grunt skidded to a halt, eyes wide as Hugh’s gloved hand grasped onto his wrist. The other leapt up, delivering a kick to the side of Hugh’s head. The blunette slammed into the ground with a hard impact, sliding to the edge of the narrow walkway. The grunts sprinted off into the tunnels, disappearing.
The garishly dressed man shook his head, letting out a sigh, “They run, but all they get from that is tired.”
Hugh struggled back to his feet, “Why … are you … letting them get away?”
The man raised his head, looking at Hugh, “They have nowhere to go; these sewers are their only means of escape. And their buddies at the other end are now in the hands of the authorities. There’s no need to over-exert myself.”
“Exert yourself?” Hugh growled, “You’re … you’re Burgh, right? The Gym Leader of Castelia?”
He nodded, “The one and only. But let’s continue this conversation on the surface. Her Pokémon are in desperate need of medical care.”
Hugh’s face contorted into an expression of rage, “How dare you let Pokémon thieves get away!” He held out a Pokéball, returning Pignite. Before Rosa or Burgh could get another word in, the blunette twisted on her heels, sprinting after Team Plasma.
Burgh shook his head, “Eager for more punishment,” He commented to himself. The Gym Leader stepped forward, examining Herdier and Flaaffy.
“Your Flaaffy’s ribs are broken,” Burgh noted, “This’ll take more than a Full Restore.”
“You there!” Another voice called.
Burgh’s head twisted around, looking back to the tunnel he had emerged from. A blonde scientist in glasses walked out, with a streak of blue hair that jutted from his crown and wrapped freely around his head.
“That was an excellent demonstration of battling. Even against beasts of such a higher level, your Pokémon were able to fight with little command from you,” He commented, staring down Rosa.
The busty trainer finally looked up from her Magby, choking back the emotion in her voice.
“I… what?” She asked, so completely perplexed by the last minute or so of her life.
“You’re astounding. Simply astounding,” The scientist passed between the two, turning and following the only path back into the sewer.
Burh rose to his feet slowly, a look of confusion on his face, “Where did he come from?”
His attention returned to the Pokémon a moment later, examining both the normal and electric type. Worry on his face.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Hilda’s impressive ass cheeks slammed together over and over again as she dashed down the streets of Castellia, sprinting back towards the Pokémon Centre. She rushed inside, the doors barely opening wide enough to accommodate her shelf-like hips. Her head twisted back and forth frantically until she spotted a busty woman with long brown hair and a gay twink in green.
“Rosie!” Hilda shouted, dashing towards them. She wrapped her hands around Rosa in a tight, protective hug. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” Rosa nodded, reaching a hand up weakly, “But … my … Hilda, my team…” Tears began to roll down Rosa’s face again.
“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have bailed on you like that,” Hilda knelt, a look of true anguish on her face.
“E-excuse me, Ms Whitley?” Rosa and Hilda turned their heads to find the head Nurse Joy of the building approaching.
“Yes?” Rosa asked, sitting up straight.
“Your Herdier and Servine are going to be alright, we can release them tonight,” She said in a reassuring tone.
Hilda frowned, looking down at her cousin.
“And … Magby and Flaaffy?” The busty slut barely managed to get the question out, fearing the answer.
“They’ll both need … extended care. Magby, especially, is in critical condition,” The nurse said, trying to word it delicately.
Rosa buried her head in her hands, weeping deeply. Hilda put a reassuring hand on her cousin’s back, patting it twice, then stood.
“Do you know who I am?” Hilda asked.
The Nurse Joy nodded.
“I’m going to call Professor Juniper. These two Pokémon will recover at her research laboratory. It’s just as fine a medical facility as this place and somewhere that they won’t have to worry about hospital space.”
The Nurse Joy nodded, “Just come find me when that’s all been arranged. For now, they’re both out of surgery.”
Rosa’s weeping cries of anguish filled the area.
“Thank you,” Hilda said.
Hilda looked to Burgh, “Thanks for … saving her ass.”
Burgh nodded, “I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner.”
Hilda nodded. Burgh said nothing else. Instead, he turned and left the duo alone. Hilda sat down next to Rosa, taking up both of the unoccupied seats.
“It’s gonna be okay,” Hilda said, rubbing Rosa’s back, “They’re gonna be okay.”
Rosa lifted her head. Pain was in her red, puffy eyes, “You!” She croaked out, “You left me down there. I’m not strong like you, Hilda.”
Hilda choked back her own grief, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think they’d have Pokémon that strong.”
Rosa began to cry again, collapsing into Hilda’s embrace. Hilda held her cousin, rubbing her arm as she tried her best to console her.
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