Pokemon Sword and Sheath

After enjoying their morning with Bianca, the cousins parted ways with the blonde slut and made their way west for Driftveil City. The huge metal bridge let them off on a small island that was raised slightly above the shallow waters. Sitting in the centre of the flat land was a large statue of gold and bronze.

“What is this place?” Rosa asked, cocking her head to one side, her brow furrowing as she stared at the statue.

“Just a tourist trap,” Hilda replied nonchalantly. “The real city is beyond the next bridge.”

The pear-shaped former champion began to walk on, leaving her cousin behind for a moment. Her denim micro-shorts were struggling to stay up on her triple-extra-wide hips, her huge pale cheeks wobbling wildly as her thunderous thighs brushed together. Rosa folded behind a moment later, her huge tits closing the gap between her and her cousin. Despite them being several feet away from one another, Hilda’s massive ass and Rosa’s gargantuan tits were almost touching. Many of the tourists who had come to observe the statue were now twisting their heads, looking over at the new attraction(s) that were shamelessly flaunting their impressive assets as they made their way across the oddly flat and oddly circular island, heading for another bridge that connected to the city proper. Hilda sneered, staring up at the huge skyscrapers jutting up into the sky. Huge billows of black smoke filling the air upset Rosa as well.

“What is this place?” Rosa asked.

“A mining town,” Hilda replied. “Plus a huge dock. Responsible for moving cargo through all of the western shores of Unova. Well … everywhere but your area.”

“Typical,” Rosa scoffed.

“I know, I know,” Hilda chuckled. “Mainlanders.”

As the cousins began to climb up onto the flat bridge that led to Driftveil City proper, they were taken by the sight before them.

“Whoa!” Hilda exclaimed, putting her hand up, pressing into Rosa’s gargantuan breasts, squishing them against her fingers.

Before them was a member of Team Plasma, dressed in their full tactical gear and a balaclava pulled up over their mouth. A beret on their head, with blonde hair spilling out from under it.

Across from them was a person that Rosa knew from the news, and Hilda knew from firsthand encounters, who was also a member of Team Plasma. The Old Team Plasma.

A huge, sand blue gambeson with a hood was on their torso, covered by a white, sleeveless apron that covered their body down to the odd-looking “space boots” of a colour matching the gambeson and their gloves. She was shorter than the Plasma Grunt in the military gear, with red hair spilling out from under her hood.

“C’mon,” The new grunt threw his arms up in a frustrated gesture. “Let’s have fun stealing Pokémon together, like we did before! Jaiden, I know you. You hate trainers.”

The woman in the old uniform shook her head meekly. “I can’t. I learned the hard way that stealing from others is wrong, Lloyd.”

“Oh, don’t give me that Buffolant shit!” Lloyd shook his head, exclaiming the words loudly. “It’s too late to start acting like a righteous bitch now!”

The new grunt threw his hands forward, slamming them both into the old grunt’s chest. The old grunt, Jaiden, let out a gasp as she was thrown from her feet, hitting the bridge hard on her back, making the entire metal frame shudder.

“That bastard!” Rosa growled, reaching for a Pokéball.

“Wait!” Hilda declared, grabbing Rosa’s wrist. “I want to see this play out.”

“Why?!” Rosa snapped, pulling her arm away from Hilda’s grasp, making her huge tits jiggle wildly at the motion. “That’s Team Plasma! Old Team Plasma, too! The one you stopped!”

“Exactly,” Hilda replied. “Why are they wearing that?”

Their attention turned back to the two grunts as the one still standing continued.

“People don’t understand our just cause!” The new grunt, Lloyd, sneered, looking down at the woman on the ground. “Don’t they call you a villain plotting world domination all the same?! Even though you quit Team Plasma, you’re still a leper to society. So you might as well come back to us, come back to me, and go back to being a criminal. Stealing Pokémon and taking over the damn world! All those assholes who were shit to us? Who abandoned us? They’ll be grovelling at our feet and saying how great we are!”

Tears began to well up in the old grunt’s eyes; she stared up at the man lording over her with a mixture of anguish and fear on her face.

“I … can’t …” The words choked her for a moment. “My Lord N … would be so sad. I can’t do that to him.”

N Rosa thought, eyes opening wide. Her head turned quickly to assess her cousin. Hilda’s eyes were wide as well, the whites of them visible all the way around. The letter, the name, it had hit her like a strike from a Sawk.

Lloyd laughed. “N?!” He shook his head. “Team Plasma’s ‘King’, what a fucking joke?! You believe in that shit, Jaiden?! He’s nothing more than a traitor to the cause! He disappeared somewhere and abandoned us when we needed him.”

Hilda let a whimper, the words striking her hard.

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!

The hard footfalls made the entire bridge shake rather violently. Rosa’s tits began to wobble in her top, and Hilda’s ass cheeks were moving like they were in an earthquake. 

“HEY!” A familiar voice roared. Rosa looked over her shoulder. Hilda was still too stunned by the grunt’s words to move.

Barrelling down the bridge was Hugh, a look of pure rage on his face.

The new grunt rose back to a full posture, turning to face the incoming man. It was only now that he took notice that Hilda and Rosa were standing rather close. Hugh sprinted past them both, leaping off his feet and throwing his gloved hands out. The bluenette pulled Lloyd to the ground, their bodies rolling over three times before ending with Lloyd on top. Hugh raised a hand, throwing a hard punch and striking Lloyd clean across the face.

“Stop!” The old grunt, Jaiden, pleaded, stumbling up to her knees.

“Hugh!” Rosa cried. She broke into a sprint, rushing forward as her huge tits wobbled and bounced in her baseball tee, riding up with every step as underboob began to show.

Hugh threw another punch, striking Lloyd across the face again. His hands grabbed at the vest, pulling the grunt up slightly and then slamming him down onto the bridge.

“Start talking, you piece of shit!” Hugh roared.

Lloyd let out a groan of pain; his balaclava slipped, showing off a gash on his face from where Hugh had struck him, which was now bleeding quite badly.

“Where do you keep your stolen Pokémon?!” Hugh growled, picking up Lloyd slightly and slamming him down on the bridge again.

“Hugh, stop!” Rosa roared, rushing up behind Hugh. Her huge tits pressed into his back, despite her still standing a foot or so away. She reached forward, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You need to calm down!”

Lloyd lifted his foot, planting his steel-toed boot clean into Rosa’s diaphragm. The top-heavy slut let out a wheeze of pain as all of the air was forced from her lungs. Her hands retracted from Hugh, grabbing at her bruised ribs. She stumbled backwards, collapsing onto her plump ass.

“Rosie!” Hugh exclaimed, twisting his head around. The blunette let out a gagging noise as Lloyd’s hand leapt up, striking him in the throat. Caught off guard, Hugh was tossed from the grunt, thrown off by Lloyd as he scrambled to his feet.

“I’d love to make you all pay for that, but I was told not to cause trouble!” Lloyd declared, reaching into one of the pockets on his utility belt. A small black pellet was in his fingers, which he threw down. It erupted into a puff of smoke.

“F-fuck,” Hugh coughed, clutching his windpipe. “D-don’t you run from me!”

He got to his feet, taking a single step forward. He paused for a moment, looking back at Rosa on the ground, writhing in pain.

“You okay?” Hilda asked, offering a hand to Jaiden. The old grunt looked up, a moment of concern on her face as she realised who she was speaking to.

“Y-you’re …” Jaiden’s voice trailed off.

“Yeah, I am,” Hilda nodded. “Are you okay?”

Jaiden looked at Hilda’s open hand, then accepted it, being pulled to her feet. “I’m okay, thank you.

“Who was that? Ex-boyfriend?” Hilda asked, gesturing with her chin over to the cloud where Lloyd had been moments prior.

“Yup,” Jaiden nodded. “We joined Team Plasma together a few years back. Thought we were doing something right. When everything fell apart, he kept going. I stayed behind. I still believe in Lord N. I believe in saving Pokémon. He follows Ghetsis.”

“Ghetsis,” Hilda repeated. “That’s right, the Shadow Triad helped him escape, didn’t they?” Hilda shook her head, placing her hands on her triple-extra-wide hips. “How could I have forgotten that so easily?”

“You!” Hugh roared, getting Hilda and Jaiden’s attention. He was approaching with Rosa. “You know where that scumbag went?”

“Maybe,” Jaiden replied. “I’m not sure. But, being so exposed isn’t best for me. Please, come back to our safe house in the city. I know some people who can explain it all better to you.”

“Explain what?” Rosa asked, raising a curious eyebrow.

“How Ghetsis plans to take over the world,” Hilda replied.

“Who?” Rosa asked.

“Yeah, I’m with Big Tits over here,” Hugh gestured with a thumb, accidentally poking at Rosa’s aforementioned chest. “No idea what that name means.”

Hilda sighed, “It’s time I told you both the full story of how Hilbert and I defeated Team Plasma all those years ago.”

Hugh and Rosa exchanged a confused look.

Jaiden led the trio through the city of Driftveil up to a large mansion on a hill. Hilda had seen it before. She’d been inside it before.

“I thought this place was seized after Team Plasma was disbanded?” Hilda questioned as they moved up the steps.

“Allegedly disbanded,” Jaiden corrected the pear-shaped former champion. “And, it was … and then bought at auction by an anonymous buyer, who happened to be sympathetic to our righteous cause.”

“Right, the righteous cause of breaking into people's houses and stealing their Pokémon,” Hugh rolled his eyes. “I’m not falling for your lies.”

Jaiden pressed her lips together. “What you believe about the oppression and capture of Pokémon is whatever you desire.”

“Is this sympathetic benefactor a member of Team Plasma?” Hilda asked.

“Technically, he is a former member, much like me,” Jaiden replied.

“People really aren’t gonna care to make a differentiation when you still dress like that,” Rosa noted. The quartet was walking up a dirt path now, the large brownstone in the distance.

“This uniform meant something to those of us who believed in Lord N,” Jaiden said, picking at her apron to stare at the shield crest on the front of it.

“N?” Rosa repeated the name in confusion. “That guy with Zekrom?”

“Zekrom?” Hugh exclaimed in surprise. “What the hell are you talking about, Rosie?”

“Both of you shut up,” Hilda snapped. “Let’s just see what these Plasma grunts have to say for themselves.” 

“Ex Plasma grunts,” Jaiden insisted.

“You shut up too, I kicked your organisation's ass back when I was just a rookie trainer. You really wanna take me on now when I’m champion calibre?”

Jaiden put her hands up. “I am not a fighter. I don’t believe in using Pokémon for bloodsport.”

“Right, you just believe in stealing them away from loving homes and little girls,” Hugh hissed. “This is a waste of time, Hilda. There’s nothing these bastards have for us.”

They were outside the manse now, staring up at the multistory building. It was old, with greenery growing all over it, wild and unkempt. Jaiden turned to her companions, putting a hand up.

“Please, wait here. I’ll go get him,” the former Plasma grunt said, taking a few steps away from the group and reaching for the door.

“Him?” Hilda asked, taking a step forward. “Whose him?”

“Our leader,” Jaiden answered. She pressed down on the latch to open the door and slipped inside, closing it quickly behind her.

“I cannot believe we’re doing this right now,” Hugh growled, folding his arms. “The only way this makes sense is if we’re about to raid this hideout.”

“We’re not doing that,” Hilda put a finger up. “We’ve needed answers about what Team Plasma is up to; maybe these former members can provide that.”

“I doubt it,” Hugh sneered. “Besides, she clearly has no regrets about her actions when Team Plasma was first active.”

“Hugh has a point, ‘cuz,” Rosa chimed in. “As much as I hate to admit it.”

Hugh gave a small shake of his head, turning his gaze to Rosa. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

CREAK!!

The trio’s discussion was interrupted as the door to the manse opened. The three turned, all of them reaching for Pokéballs out of instinct. Stepping through the doorway was an elderly man. His silky hair was grey, going white, with a large beard covering his chin but not his cheeks, grown out to where his neck met his chest. He was deceptively thin, given the lithe appearance of his hollowed out cheeks, which one would not assume from the bulky brown robes her had on that made him look rather wide. On his head was a mitre, matching the colour of his wardrobe.

A golden-brown cloth pauldron covered his shoulders, with the old crest of Team Plasma on his chest as a centre piece to the outfit.

“These are them, your eminence,” Jaiden said, gesturing with a gloved hand to the group.

“I see,” The sage nodded, reaching a hand up to stroke his chin. “These are the three you said are interested in Team Plasma, then?”

“Interested is a strong word to use,” Hugh rolled his eyes.

“Don’t you remember me?” Hilda asked, raising a confused eyebrow.

“I do, Hilda Blackburn,” the sage nodded. “But do you remember me?”

“Yeah, you’re one of those freaky sages that N kept around him,” Hilda replied.

“And my name is?” The sage asked with a coy smile.

Hilda’s face dropped as she realised she had no answer to the question. She simply gave a curt cough and looked away.

“Quite right,” He said. “Then allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Sage Rood.”

“Please, I implore you,” Jaiden took a step forward. “I can tell a few of you disapprove of our group, but just listen to what we have to say. Then maybe you can understand us a bit more.”

Hilda and Hugh were both silent on the matter, keeping themselves closed off.

“Okay,” Rosa declared after noticing that neither of her companions would speak. She took a step forward. “What do you have to say?”

“Now, now,” Sage Rood put a hand up, taking a step to the side to block Rosa’s path. “Let’s not get hasty. Before you enter, I’d like for you to show me what kind of people you are. Hilda, I am intimately familiar with…”

“Gross, ‘cuz,” Rosa recoiled, looking at Hilda with disgust.

“He means that metaphorically, Rosa!” Hilda exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration.

“But you two,” Sage Rood continued, ignoring the outburst from the duo. He reached under his robes, shuffling around under the material. Rosa waited on bated breath, half convinced that Hilda was lying and the old man was about to produce a dick for her to suck.

Is it bad that I find old man dick worse than getting gang raped? Rosa reflected for a moment.

To her relief, however, Rood produced a Pokéball.

“In a battle. Does that satisfy your barbaric nature, trainer?” Rood asked, pressing his lips together.

Rosa’s hand dove into her tote bag, removing a ball. “You’re on, old man. Go! Servine!”

Her starter emerged, roaring its name.

“Herdier,” Rood said in a rather calm and casual tone. The normal type emerged, staring down its opponent. Jaiden turned away, clutching her hands to her chest.

“Herdier, use Work Up,” Rood commanded in a soft but stately tone.

“Oh, please, you can’t use that on us!” Rosa declared. She brought a hand up, pressing a thumb into her huge chest as her massive tits bounced wildly. “I practically invented that strategy. Servine, use Mega Drain.”

The start let out a roar as it planted its little tufted feet on the ground. Orbs of light emerged from under Herdier’s hide, flying through the air to Servine. Rosa’s pouty lips pressed together as she studied Herdier.

That barely affected him. I better switch up my strategy Rosa thought. She pulled her Pokéball out, fat tits jiggling as she did so.

“Servine, come back,” She declared, pulling back her starter.

“Herdier, no need to change course. Work Up again,” Rood nodded. The normal type let out a yarp of affirmation, its fur beginning to stand on end.

“Go! Lucario!” Rosa declared. “Use Force Palm!”

“Take Down, Herdier!” Rood ordered.

The normal type lunged forward. Lucario did the same, throwing one of its paws up. The two Pokémon collided, sending a blast of dust flying out from the impact. Herdier was thrown backwards, bouncing off the ground once before rolling over with spirals in its eyes. Jaiden’s hands leapt up, covering her ears.

Damn Rosa thought This guy clearly knows nothing about training.

“Impressive,” Rood nodded, recalling his unconscious Pokémon. Rosa recalled hers as well.

I guess I don’t have to stick to conventional rules right now, do I? She pondered.

“Now then, my only other Pokémon,” Rood reflected, looking down at the ball in his hand. “Swoobat.”

He tossed the ball out, summoning the psychic/flying type.

Crap, yeah, Servine and Lucario are both screwed against that thing. But, I don’t need to stick to conventional rules Rosa grinned.

“Jolteon!” She declared, throwing out the electric type. “Quick, use Volt Switch!”

“Imprison, Swoobat, don’t let it escape!” Rood ordered.

A semi-visible box appeared around Jolteon and Swoobat. Rosa let out a laugh.

“Oh, you foolish old man, you really aren’t a trainer, are you?!” She scoffed. Jolteon’s body was surrounded by electricity as it rushed forward, colliding with the Swoobat. The Courting Pokémon let out a wail of pain as Jolteon was summoned back towards Rosa, but was stopped by the Imprison’s power.

“Again, Jolteon, finish it off!” Rosa ordered, throwing her hand forward and making her huge breasts wobble in her chest.

A moment later, the Imprison barrier dropped, just as Rosa had expected. She returned Jolteon to its Pokéball, giving it a sloppy kiss.

Great work She thought.

“Did you enjoy that?” Rood asked. “Besting an opponent with such little experience so easily? Defeating Pokémon who had no choice but to fight a battle they could never win?”

Rosa looked up at the sage, furrowing her brow. “What? You challenged me! I’m not here to play at philosophy, you old geezer. You gonna let us in or not?”

The sage nodded, a curt smile on his lips. “Of course, of course. I just had to test your faith in your ideals. Being former members of Team Plasma, we must deal with a lot. Make sure that we are not just letting anyone off the street inside.”

He turned, walking back towards the door to the manse. He gestured with an arm up in the air, looking over his shoulder at the group.

“Come, I shall answer your questions inside,” Rood ordered. Jaiden followed.

“So … walking into a Team Plasma safehouse,” Hugh scoffed. “That’s what we’re doing now?”

“Rosa just mopped the floor with someone who used to be one of their biggest leaders,” Hilda noted. “I think the three of us can handle this.”

“Let’s just go, I don’t want to waste a trip to the Pokémon Centre over this,” Rosa declared, moving forward. Hilda and Hugh followed.

The manse was just as old inside as it was out. It was filled with people. Maybe less than a dozen. Some still in uniform, some without. They were vastly outnumbered, however, by all of the Pokémon they had.

“So, you’re all Team Plasma?” Hugh asked, looking over at those outside of the uniform. “Stolen Pokémon.”

“Liberated,” Jaiden interjected. “From abusive and neglectful trainers. Now being rehabilitated in our care for release into their natural habitats.”

“A change in our mission, in our doctrine, spurred on by this young woman,” Rood added, pointing directly at Hilda.

The pear-shaped slut sneered. “Don’t act like I told you to do this. You got your asses kicked by me and my brother and had to find some way to justify your disgusting actions.”

“I would agree with you,” Rood replied. “This is an atonement for our misdeeds.”

“Well, at least you feel bad for stealing Pokémon,” Hilda hissed in a mocking tone.

“Quite,” Rood nodded. He turned his attention to Rosa and Hugh. “I am sorry, it's terribly impolite of me not to have asked your names.”

“Hugh,” Hugh said quickly. “And that’s all you’re getting. Years ago, Team Plasma … I mean, you bastards, you lot stole my sister’s Pokémon.”

“Is that so?” Rood nodded, looking down at the floor. “My sincerest apologies.”

Hugh was silent for a moment, his face a dam trying to hold back a storm of pure rage. “Just an apology?” He asked. “You think that’s enough?”

He took a step forward, closing the distance between himself and the sage instantly. 

CRACK!!

The old man was thrown to the floor as Hugh struck him across the face with a closed fist, drawing blood.

“Hugh!” Rosa shouted, leaping forward to grab the man, her huge tits pressing into his back. “Stop!”

Several of the former Plasma grunts leapt to their feet. Some of the Pokémon in the room were tensing up, ready to fight. Hilda grabbed Emboar’s Pokéball, bringing it up as she sized up the crowd of people around them.

“Stop!” Rood called, putting a hand up from the floor. The other hand, held his face, before examining the blood on his fingers.

“Purrloin!” Hugh roared, trying his best to escape Rosa’s grasp. “Where is my sister’s Purrloin, fuck face?!”

“The Pokémon you speak of is not in this place,” Sage Rood said, getting back to his feet slowly. “I imagine it is still being used by Team Plasma now. But you are right. Our apologies will not solve anything. But … you cannot move forward unless you can admit you were wrong and apologise.”

“Oh fuck you, I don’t give a shit about how well you sleep at night,” Hugh growled, his voice more even-tempered now. He pulled himself from Rosa’s grasp, but didn’t strike again. The bluenette turned, heading towards the door. “I’m gonna do what I should have done on that bridge and go track down that asshole in the real Team Plasma or whatever.”

SLAM!

The whole manse shook as Hugh walked out the door.

Sage Rood shook his head. “Team Plasma put trainers like him and many more through hell. The pain I feel in my heart for my actions shall follow me into the Distortion World. How foolish we were.”

He looked up, glancing at Hilda, then Rosa. “As you two can see, there is truly nothing those of us here can do to make things right. The truth is, I wanted to ask you a favour.”

“A favour?” Rosa asked.

“Yes,” Rood nodded. He gestured to the table to his right. On it was a sleeping Woobat. The Woobat seemed to sense it was being noticed and woke up. The psychic/flying type’s body suddenly shimmered. The illusion shattered, revealing a Zorua. Hilda’s hand went up to her mouth in surprise.

“Can you please look after this Zorua?” He asked.

“Uhhh … my team’s full,” Rosa answered.

“I’ll do it,” Hilda piped up, stepping forward.

“I had a feeling you would,” Rood nodded.

The Zorua sprinted forward to Hilda’s feet. The bottom-heavy whore crouched down, retrieving the Trivku Fox Pokémon. Her arms scooped it up, pulling it up to her. The dark type began to lick at her face.

“If you two would like, you can stay here while you are in town. I assure you, you are in no danger with us,” Rood finished.

Rosa and Hilda looked at one another, each shrugging.

A blonde and pinkette escorted Hilda and Rosa towards the rooms on the upper floors. Both of them were absolute bombshells, busty and thicc with asses and breasts that rivalled Rosa and Hilda’s best assets. Their clothes were tight, practically painted onto their curvaceous figures with skin as smooth and pale as milk glass. They also very clearly knew Hilda.

“This will be your room,” The pinkette said, gesturing to a door and looking at Hilda. “We hope it is to your liking.”

“Thank you, Anthea,” Hilda nodded, moving towards the door, turning sideways to let her massive hips through the narrow way. She paused in the doorway for a moment, holding the frame in her hand. Her other hand held the Zorua. Hilda’s head turned, looking back at her cousin.

“We’ll start training for the gym tomorrow, okay?” Hilda asked.

“Uhhh, sure,” Rosa replied, furrowing her brow.

Hilda only nodded before moving into the room and shutting the door behind her.

“Much weighs on her mind still,” The blonde noted, her hands folded in front of her white micro skirt with a slash of yellow trailing down to her thunderous right thigh. The skirt was doing little to contain her gargantuan PAWG cheeks. Her breasts were also spilling out from all directions in her sky-blue crop top, which had extremely puffy sleeves.

Anthea, the pinkette, had on the micro-skirt as well, though hers had a slash of pink trailing down to her left leg. For a top, she had on a green shawl, hanging loosely over her extremely big breasts, nearly the same size as Rosa’s. Both sluts jiggled and wobbled wildly as they walked, despite how soft and light their footsteps were, making no noise as they moved through the seemingly ever-creaking house.

“It is a shame, after all these years, to see her more in turmoil than before,” Anthea shook her head.

“So, you two knew her before?” Rosa asked. “Back when Team Plasma rose the first time?”

“Briefly,” The blonde answered. “We met during the final push to stop Team Plasma.”

“Just who are you two exactly?” Rosa asked.

The duo exchanged a glance. “Come, we will answer your questions elsewhere, to give Hilda privacy.”

Hilda set her stuff on a table in the room. The Zorua was staring up at her, wide-eyed as it gazed upon its new trainer. She wrung her hands together, feeling her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. She swallowed, trying to push any doubts she might be having away.

“You were his, weren’t you?” Hilda asked. “You’re not just any Zorua?”

The dark type blinked at its new trainer, leaving Hilda uncertain if it had understood her. She crouched down.

“N … you … you belong to N, right?” Her voice was a bit hoarse with desperation. Still, the Tricky Fox Pokémon did not indicate that it had understood her. Hilda’s face shifted for a moment, rolling her lips together as she fought back the sudden surge of emotions she felt.

“N!” She said with a hint of desperation. “Y-you know him, don’t you? He was your friend? H-he was my friend too. More than that, honestly. B-but, you remember what he looked like?”

The Zorua nodded, giving Hilda a bit of relief that the dark type did understand her.

“C-can you show me? What he looked like?” Hilda asked, her eyes wide with a manic desperation. She licked her lips. Her heart was pounding so hard she was certain it might crack a rib. The bottom-heavy whore got to her feet, taking a few steps back to give the Pokémon room to perform its trick.

“Please,” Hilda insisted. “Please, show me.”

The Zorua was surrounded by light. Its form became amorphous. It wasn’t quite the same as evolution, Hilda noted. The subtle blueness of the glow was not there. The form began to grow, reaching up to an impressive height, and it slightly towered over Hilda. She took in a gasp, feeling her skin turning to gooseflesh, not from arousal for once, but from excitement. The glow faded.

“N,” The word was barely a whisper. Hilda felt a lump in her throat. A shaking hand reached out towards him. He was tall and lithe, not a hint of fat on his bones. His long green hair fell down his back, framing a soft face with a tired smile that seemed aged beyond his years. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. A black athletic undershirt was hidden by a cream coloured polo, trailing down to a pair of tan khakis.

“I …” Hilda couldn’t find the words. “I’ve missed you so much. Where did you go?”

N cocked its head to one side, blinking in the same manner it had when it was a Zorua on the floor.

“You and Hilbert,” Hilda whispered the words. “You both left me. I don’t know where either of you are. I can’t … it’s been so hard without you both. Life just isn’t worth living without you two here.”

N blinked again, its face remaining unchanging. Hilda turned away, inhaling sharply as she tried to calm herself. She turned her head back, finding that N was now staring down at her impressive ass cheeks, spilling out of her micro-shorts. She inhaled sharply, making peace with what she was about to ask.

“Did you …” Hilda almost didn’t want to speak the words. “Did you ever see him … naked?”

N nodded.

“Show me,” Hilda asked, trying to hold back the obvious desperation in her voice.

N glowed again. This time, the change was far more subtle. The little bulk that the ‘clothes’ provided disappeared. Hilda let out a gasp, covering her mouth with her hand as the now nude N stood before her. His massive cock hung down past his knee cap, still flaccid.

BA-BUMP!

Arousal was coursing through Hilda’s veins like blood now. Her cunt was throbbing between her legs with an aching need. She swallowed, trying to calm herself. Her hand came up to her chest as if trying to close a wound. But the pain was inside, under the skin. The kind that a caring hand couldn’t fix.

“I …” Hilda barely choked out the word. “Please. Can you make it hard?”

N nodded. Its massive cock began to grow even more. Hilda let out a whimper of delight and excitement, her eyes completely affixed to the growing member as it swelled like a normal erection. The thick veins that covered the massive member were throbbing so hard that Hilda was certain she could see the blood coursing through them. Her thighs were soaked in her arousal now, rubbing the thunderous pillows together as she shifted her stance. Her gargantuan ass cheeks wobbled and shook as she moved, jiggling far more than the subtle movement would have required. Hilda’s nipples were stiff on her small breasts under her baggy white shirt. A hesitant hand reached forward, placing her dainty palm on the massive head of N’s cock. The spongy, uncut tip was magnitudes larger than her hand. Even with her splayed fingers, she was barely covering half of the huge dick head’s surface area. Her hand cupped around the incredibly thick shaft. It was warm, as warm as she remembered it being.

“I’ve missed you … so much,” Hilda whimpered. She took a step forward, placing another hand on the massive dick. It began to be pulled upwards, closing the distance between the tip and her mouth. The massive cock was long enough to stretch the entire length of her torso from where it sprouted on N’s crotch. Both of Hilda’s hands held the huge cock as if embracing a long-lost love. She stared down at the huge cock, her face red. Her lips puckered, and she leaned forward. N let out a soft gasp that wasn’t quite human-sounding as Hilda’s pouty lips pressed against the tip.

KISS! SMACK! SMOOCH! KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS! SMOOCH! SMACK! SMOOCH! SMOOCH! SMACK KISS!

Hilda whimpered as she began to kiss and make out with N’s dick like it was her lover’s mouth. Her tongue flicked at his slit, tasting the pre-cum that was leaking from it. She shunted away the memories of what N’s pre-cum actually tasted like, trying to ignore the fact that she could tell from the taste alone that it was coming from a dark type’s dick. She renewed her kiss passionately, parting her lips slightly as she began to swallow some of the extremely bulky head. Her hands slowly began to pump up and down the shaft, pulling back N’s foreskin and spreading some of the saliva drooling out of Hilda’s mouth. Her head began to bob up and down, slowly starting to bend forward to take inch after inch into her mouth. Each movement on N’s cock was an act of worship. Her tongue coiled around the incredibly thick shaft, pressing hard into the puffy veins. She made sure to lather every single square inch of cock meat in spittle and worship as it entered her mouth. Her thighs were completely soaked, with a huge damp spot in her micro-shorts now. Hilda looked up, her brown eyes gazing straight into N’s. There was a hesitation in the eyes, a hint around the edges that reminded Hilda that her partner was merely a Pokémon taking on the form of her most intimate lover. But Hilda refused to listen to that part of her mind.

It’s N She thought It’s him. It’s N

She bobbed her head up and down the shaft more, hoping that by swallowing enough cock her mind would stop nagging her with all the subtle ways that the illusion was not up to snuff. She focused all her efforts on the cock in front of her, plunging and swallowing over a foot of cock girthier than her snatched waistline. Drool bubbled up from her lips, mixing with the Pokémon pre-seed and rolling down the shaft. Hilda’s hands spread the lubricant all over, making sure that there would be nothing stopping her from reaching the base of N’s massive cock. One of her hands left the shaft, reaching down to caress the two huge, swollen testicles in his massive sack. They were perfectly round, roughly the size of baseballs. She could feel the massive load churning inside; they were rumbling in her hand. She began to knead and massage the sack, squeezing it lightly. N let out a small moan that once again had a twinge of an animalistic tone. Hilda ignored it, swallowing more of the cock loudly to drown out the noises that didn’t sound just right.

GULP! GULP! SUCC! SWALLOW! GULP! SCHLURP! SUCC! SUCC! GULP! SUCC! SWALLOW! GULP!

She hollowed out her cheeks as best she could around the gargantuan cock and constricted her throat, letting the full girth clog her windpipe. Her head was a blur as she bobbed up and down the massive dick. Thick strands of slobber were falling from Hilda’s chin, hanging off her mouth like icicles. Some of them swung back and forth as her head worked N’s shaft, splattering into her white top and staining it, leaving the shirt see-through.

It’s him~ Hilda closed her eyes, trying to make the illusion work It’s him~ 

Hilda’s baseball hat lifted off her head, rising high into the air. Hilda felt her huge brown ponytail slipping out of the opening on the back of it, eventually dropping down onto her neck again. A soft but firm hand pressed into her head, fingers curling into her brown hair. Hilda’s face was flushed red as her eyes opened, looking up at N.

His arm was out, pressing his hand on her head. The illusion was perfect. She let out a whimper, vibrating the cock in her mouth. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, partially from the lack of oxygen in her lungs from how long the massive cock had been blocking her windpipe, and partly from the overwhelming emotions she felt in that moment. Her heart lurched in her chest.

BA-BUMP!

Her entire body felt warm. She relaxed, her throat sliding down the massive cock, gagging slightly as she crossed the halfway mark and then fell against his pubic bone, swallowed to the base. Her tongue pushed out from her pouty lips, lapping at his nustack. Hilda was bent over at a full ninety-degree angle, her ass raised higher into the air than the rest of her body. She held herself there for a few moments, drinking in the sensation of being with him again. N’s cock bucked inside of her throat, battering her soft innards with its hard form. The bulbous head engorged itself as a thick rope of pre-cum erupted from his tip, spraying straight into Hilda’s stomach. Another whimper escaped Hilda’s lips. Her head was a blur, bobbing up and down N’s cock with extreme speed. Her tongue was lathering the cock in thick layers of slobber to help keep it lubricated. N grunted, gnashing his teeth together as he tried to fight off the sensation of pure pleasure coursing through his veins like blood. Hilda’s skilled mouth was overwhelming. She could feel the puffy veins pressed against her throat starting to beat faster and faster.

Already so close? Hilda thought Well, that just means we can move on to something even more exciting~

N’s massive erection bucked again, making Hilda RETCH! One of her eyes rolled back in her head as some pre-seed began to leak out of her nostrils. Rhuemy liquid covered her flushed red face. Her lungs were begging for oxygen, but Hilda ignored their demands, having something far more pressing to take care of at the moment. Her hands leapt up, grabbing onto N’s scrawny legs to help keep her steady.

SUCC~! SUCC~! SUCC~! SCHLURP~! GAG~! CHOKE~! CHOKE~! RETCH~! GAG~! SUCC~! GULP~! GAG~! 

The sounds of Hilda’s oral worship echoed through the room. N let out a groan, clearly trying to fight off the orgasm that he could feel building.

Cum for me~! Hilda thought Cum for me, please~! I need it~!

She plunged forward, swallowing N to the base. Her lips pressed against his crotch as she held herself there for a few moments. Her eyes fluttered shut as she let the full length and girth of N’s cock sit inside her guts. The massive member grew, clogging her throat completely. The monumental shaft flexed, nearly lifting Hilda off her feet. Her eyes opened wide as she felt the entire shaft beginning to shake, like liquid running through a pipe.

YESSSSH~! 

Hilda’s shorts were ruined in an instant. A torrent of squirt erupted from her cunt, spraying straight into the glorified denim censor bar. The arousal that broke through the material splattered hapazardly onto the hardwood floor of the old building. Her stomach began to grow rapidly, filling with rope after rope of thick, jelly-like cum. Her belly grew and grew, making her stained white shirt ride up, moving out of the way of the material. The button on her shorts was strained as they were pushed out of the way as well, making room for the big belly, filled with cum.

His finish finally calmed down, leaving a hard cock speared down Hilda’s throat. The cum-stuffed, bottom-heavy whore began to back off the cock slowly, sucking and swallowing hard at the shaft, making sure to give it the most thorough spit-shining she had ever given a partner. She cleared away all of the dick debris from his finish, making sure not to leave a morsel of cum staining his cock. The spit-shined dick escaped Hilda’s lips with a meaty POP!

Several thick trestles of saliva, mixed with cum, connected her mouth to the shaft still. She could taste several pockets of seed sitting inside her mouth, pressing up against her gums.

“That was amazing~!” The cum drunk Hilda blurted out, accidentally blowing a bubble of ball batter. “And you’re still so hard~! I knew you would be. So how about we reunite your cock with our favourite hole?”

N tilted his head to one side silently, almost shattering the illusion again for a moment. Thankfully, Hilda had already turned away from N to avoid seeing the confusion at her statement. She stood up straight, placing her hands on her triple-extra-wide, sloping hips. She grabbed the hem of her micro-shorts, hooking her thumbs into the thin material, which she could bunch up into the space between her knuckles. With a pull, the strained, soaked material was peeled from her crotch, pulled down over her gargantuan cheeks and away from her soaking wet pussy. Several thin strands of her sticky squirt tried to keep the clothing connected, but snapped as they fell further down her thunderous thighs. Hilda was bent over at a ninety-degree angle again, pushing her two pale full moons and plump pussy out at N. She stepped out of her shorts and stood up tall again, dropping her black best off her svelte shoulders and then peeling her stained white shirt off as well, leaving her only in her socks and sneakers.

The bottom-heavy whore crawled up onto the full-sized bed in the room she had been given. She spread her thunderous thighs wide, arching her back to make her already monumental ass look even bigger.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Hilda began to slam her huge cheeks together as she began to twerk and gyrate her hips. Her massive ass was like a siren’s call, quickly drawing N in. The tree trunk of a cock came to rest against her huge cheeks, enjoying the sensations as they wobbled back and forth against his cock.

“Just like old times~” Hilda purred, biting her lip as she looked over her shoulder at him. “You know I love that cock in my ass. Do it, put that dick back where it belongs~! Put it back in the hole it owns~!”

SPANK!!

“Ahhh~!” Hilda mewled as N’s open palm struck her shaking ass hard, turning her pale cheek a slight red. The bottom-heavy whore felt a wave of pleasure wash over her body from having the most tender part of her attractive form abused just the way she liked.

“Got more in you~” She purred out.

SPANK!!

Her question was quickly answered as N struck her again. His massive cock began to pull back between the valley of ass meat that Hilda had. The massive cock head kissed against her back door. Hilda let out a whimper as she felt the pre-cum drooling from his tip against her asshole.

Please~! She whimpered in her mind Do it~! Put that perfect cock in my ass~! It feels so right when you’re inside me~

N thrust forward, plunging a foot of cock thicker than Hilda’s vespiquen-waist into her snug guts. Hilda’s fingers curled into the bedsheets, white-knuckling them as an ear-piercing shriek of pure ecstasy erupted from her lips. Her cunt contracted hard around nothing, sending a torrent of squirt spraying out from her plump lips across the room, splattering down onto the hardwood, making the people on the floor below wonder if it was raining indoors. The massive cock shunted into her without mercy, plunging deeper and deeper by the second. N let out an animalistic grunt, his hands grabbing hold of Hilda’s sloping, soft hips. His fingers were enveloped by her soft skin, sinking into her plump, plush body. Hilda’s front half collapsed slightly, elbows bending, head moving closer to the bed. Her ass raised higher into the air, trying to draw all of the focus of her partner (which, in fairness, it most certainly had).

“Moooore~!” Hilda moaned. “Deeper, N~! Deper~! I want to feel your fucking nuts pounding against my cunt as you rearrange my guts~!”

N let out another animalistic grunt, gritting his teeth together. The words affected him, as his massive cock bucked inside of Hilda, sending a shot of pre-cum straight into her stomach from the other end. Hilda’s skin was gooseflesh, sensitive to everything around her, her skin burning red hot with desire and lust. She began to shake and gyrate her hips again, twerking her massive full moons against N’s crotch.

CLAP! PLAP! WHAP! STUFF! POUND! CLAP! CLAP! PLAP! WHAP! CLAP! POUND! STUFF! STUFF! PLAP! 

Her sensual moans and mewls filled the air of the room. Her pale stomach was stretched to its limit, already quite full from the full meal that had been pissed into her, now being stuffed again. One of Hilda’s hands retreated to her torso, groping and squeezing the massive belly of ball batter that had been pumped into her earlier. She kneaded the cum-gut, churning the nut sludge already inside her. 

“Ahhh~! Ahhhh~! Ahhhhh~! Ahhhhhh~! Ahhhhhhh~!” She moaned, her body rocking back and forth with N’s deep, tender thrusts. He wasn’t pounding away needlessly into her. Instead, he dipped his hips and dug his cock deep into her guts, letting the bottom-heavy whore savour every inch of cock inside of her. Hilda’s hands spasmed, her nervous system short-circuiting for a moment as a wave of pleasure rolled over her body.

“N~!” She moaned his name. “I’ve missed you so much, N~! Use me, use me like the Fleshlight for your cock I need to be again~! Pound that cock into me with everything you have until I’m just a writhing, cumbloated mess~!”

N continued to say nothing, only offering animalistic grunts. His cock bucked, pressing hard against Hilda’s soft gut. Her tongue fell from her mouth as a wave of pleasure washed over her body. Her twat, despite having no stimulation at all, was aching and squeezing, contracting hard around nothing. Her next orgasm was already soon at hand.

“Cum inside me~!” Hilda moaned out in a fuck drunk tone. “Oh fuck cum inside me, please~ I need to feel that cock snot filling me to the brim. I need to taste it in the back of my throat~”

N’s cock bucked again, sending another thick load of pre-seed into her belly, mixing with what was already there. Hilda’s stamina was fading fast, as was often the case when she lay with N. She was now nothing more than a fat set of cheeks, letting the massive cock ravage her like a sex toy, the way she loved to be used by her partner.

“Cum inside me~!” She moaned again. “Cum inside me~! Cum inside me~!”

SPANK!!

She let out a shrill coo of pleasure, a red palm print on her ass roughly in the shape of N’s hand was raising off her skin, turning redder by the second. N’s thrusts picked up their pace. Hilda knew he was close.

“Yess~! Yess~! Please~! Please~! Use me~! Cum inside me~! Remind my holes who owns them~! I pledged myself to you, N~! Only for you~! I’m yours~! I’m yours~! Let me be yours~!” Her voice was getting higher and higher by the second. “Please~! Please~! I need it~! Blow your load inside me~! Pump my belly full of cock snot~! I need to know my holes can still please you~!”

N’s hips buckled as he rutted into Hilda to the base. His hand shot forward, grabbing Hilda by the back of her head, pushing it into the bed.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH~!” Hilda shrieked as her twat tightened around nothing, sending another torrent of squirt spraying out across the room, raining down onto the floor. The massive cock inside of her pumped out thick rope after thick rope of cum, growing her pinned belly more. Hilda could indeed taste the cum in the back of her throat. The cum of a dark-type Pokémon.

It’s his~! She tried to convince herself It’s his~! It’s His~!

But her brain couldn’t keep up the lie anymore. Her mind was seeing clearly as the Zorua rutted into her one final time, unable to keep up the illusion. Tears began to run from her eyes as Hilda lay on the bed, bloated and immobilised by her belly.

It’s his …