Pokemon Sword and Sheath

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

Muwah~!

Muwah~!

A lewd symphony filled the air of Route Six. Not far from the roadside, rather shamelessly for anyone who might walk by to see, two nude women were making out with one another. The first was lying on her back, sporting a pair of colossal tits that were magnitudes larger than her head. They were jiggling and shaking on her chest with every single movement that befell the top-heavy slut’s body. Her pink nipples were erect caps on her soft, bountiful tits. Her decently plump thighs were spread wide, letting the Pokémon that was currently ravishing her have full access to her plump, wet cunt. Her drooling, wet snatch was squeezing tightly around the long, thin cock of the Deerling that was inside of her, the Season Pokémon moaning its name as the knot of its beastly dick kissed against her entrance over and over again. She could feel the blunt tip of the dick, lacking a head, kissing against her cervix over and over again. The Normal/Grass type was smaller than her typical partners, but still larger than the average person.

Her fingers picked at the grass, ripping it up as pleasure washed over her body, turning her skin to gooseflesh. Having spent much of her life cooped up inside a tiny room in a house in a city, the busty slut was finding that being fucked in a field by wild Pokémon was truly one of life’s greatest pleasures. Especially when your lips met those of one you could share the experience with.

The other woman was on all fours. Her body was quite bottom-heavy, with two full moons for ass cheeks that were easily a third of her overall body weight. Her massive, thunderous thighs were wider than her incredibly snatched waist, with gorgeous, sloping hips that gave her bottom half an alluring heart shape. Her enormous ass cheeks rose into the air higher than her head did, which was currently dipped below her thin shoulder line to plant her plump lips against the top-heavy slut’s mouth. Her hands were planted on the ground as well, fingers curling into the rooted dirt as pleasure washed over her body in waves. The aedagus inside of her was scraping against her snug guts as the bug/grass type known as Leavanny rutted into her hard. The Nurturing Pokémon had its thin hooked claws on her shoulders, digging into her soft skin as it pulled her body backwards to make her bend her back. The flaps of its bug-cock were providing a mixture of pleasure and pain, a truly different sensation to the wet sex that the whore was used to. She’d rutted with bug types before, but this was the first time in a while. Like the top-heavy slut, she was completely nude. Hanging between her arms were a small pair of bud-like breasts, nothing compared to the two full blooms on the other whore’s chest.

They had come out to Route Six to get some training done in preparation for an upcoming gym battle. And, a few days ago, when they hadn’t known each other’s secret, they most certainly would have gotten the training done with little to no interruptions and plenty of arguing. But, a few days back, Rosa Whitley and Hilda Blackburn, two cousins, had discovered a mutual love and fetish for Pokémon. Since then, the two had been able to be much more honest with one another, which was quite freeing, but it also came with its drawbacks.

Rosa hadn’t even challenged any Pokémon on the route to a fight before the two whores had stripped down for some new partners. They weren’t even that far from the road. Where they would once both rut in silence and try to hide in shame afterwards, now they were both free and in the open, willing to share their love.

Their kiss broke, with a few strands of saliva still connecting their soft lips. Both of the pale sluts had red faces, blushing from both the sensations of pleasure and the bashfulness of the moment. They locked eyes, staring at each other, drinking in the aroused expression on each other’s faces.

“H-how’s that cock feel up your ass~?” Rosa asked, biting her lip. “You l-look so fu-cking hot when y-ou’re on your knees liiike that~”

The pleasure washed over her body, making itself present and known as moans escaped in between Rosa’s words. Hilda whimpered at the compliment from her cousin, having to agree that she felt the most attractive when there was a massive Pokémon dick inside of her.

“Yoooooouuuuu’ve ne-ver fuuuucked a b-bug type, h-ave you?” Hilda asked. A few strands of drool fell from the bottom-heavy slut’s lips. The thin strands of spittle lowered like mountaineering ropes through the air until they touched down softly on Rosa’s face. The top-heavy slut didn’t flinch as her cousin’s slobber drizzled down onto her face.

“Nooo~” Rosa moaned, shaking her head as she felt Deerling’s knot kiss her cunt extra hard. The blunted tip of the long, thin animalistic dick pounded into her cervix, trying to break through to Rosa’s empty womb. The cock was thin enough not to cause any sort of bulging into Rosa’s skin, which was rare for her partners these days. The shape outlined in Hilda’s skin was a strange one, truly highlighting how different bug types were from other Pokémon.

“Ooooh, you s-should try it afffffter this Lea-Leavanny finishes with meeeeee~!” Hilda moaned, singing the last word. Her eyes snapped shut as a wave of pleasure washed over her body. The Leavanny’s massive, strange cock bucked inside of her, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain as its hardened flaps, which covered the cock pinched and squeezed at her snug guts. A few sharp points had hooked into her hole to keep Leavanny burrowed deep inside of her. The pre-cum that erupted into Hilda’s guts was sticky, clinging to her innards. She could feel what felt like thousands of tiny legs against her guts, like the pre-seed was trying to crawl further into her. She curled her toes so hard they cracked as her skin became fine gooseflesh, covered in bumps. A stiff breeze fluttered through the route, making Hilda mewl as her body was stimulated both inside and out.

“Fuuuuuuck~!” Hilda mewled. She began to bounce back on Leavany, meeting the bug/grass types' thrusts halfway.

“Do-n’t I have to st-start training soooon?” Rosa asked. “Ffffor my n-next Gym Battle?~ Ooooh fuck right there, right there~ Yessss~!”

Rosa’s head rolled backwards on the grass. Deerling planted its hooves hard into the ground as its hips bucked hard, pounding brutally against Rosa’s plump snatch. Her massive tits were jiggling wildly, rocking back and forth on her chest, making the top-heavy slut shimmy and shake in place on the ground. She could feel the puffy veins that coated the red rocket pressing against her most sensitive spots. Rosa’s eyes closed as her thighs slammed together, trying to trap the Deerling cock as deep inside of her as possible. The Normal/Grass type let out a grunt of its name as its huge dick bcucked again, battering her sensitive, soft snatch with its hard form.

“Fuuuuck~! Use me~!” Rosa moaned. “Make this Poképhile your new stump~! I want this deer dick in my plump pussy every day ~! Pump me full of those yummy seed pods like a good Grass Type~!”

Deerling’s pace picked up, slamming its blunted tip into Rosa’s cervix over and over again. Her plump lips began to part, taking in a bit more of the massive knot with every thrust.

Hilda lifted her head slightly, doing her best not to simply stare at Rosa’s gargantuan tits and to appreciate the way the Deerling was pounding her cousin’s plump pussy.

Damn, I wish this Leavanny had a knot instead of these hooks~ Hilda thought. One of her eyes winced shut, and she gnashed her teeth together as another mixed wave of pleasure and pain washed over her. The dick spit was still writhing around inside of her, clinging to her snug guts. The Leavanny’s hook-like appendages were digging hard into her shoulder blades. The Nuturing Pokémon was not living up to its name as it pulled hard on Hilda’s svelte upper body, pulling her back into a harder bend, making her spine crack. The massive, strangely shaped cock jutted forward in Hilda’s stomach, a bulge forming and retreating over and over again as the Bug/Grass type rutted into her.

“Oooooh~!” Hilda’s pouty lips pressed together in a tight O-shape. Her fingers curled into the rooted dirt, digging some of it up. Her cunt was squeezing tightly around nothing as she drooled between her thunderous thighs. The Leavanny cooed its own name as another sticky spray of cock water erupted inside of Hilda, filling her more clinging pre-cum.

“Deeper~! Pound my womb~!” Rosa moaned. The top-heavy slut’s eyes were shut, her head rolled off to the side as she basked in the waves of pleasure that were drowning her mind. She brought her hands up from the grass around her and groped her huge tits. Deft, small fingers pinched and tweaked her erect nipples, stimulating the second most sensitive part of her body. The rough handling of her tender tits was mixed with the sensations from her twat, sending the bust bitch careening towards her finish.

“I want that cock to kiss my womb~!” Rosa moaned. “Deeper, use me properly~!”

The Deerling grunted as its thin cock bucked inside of her, engorging slightly (though still thinner than Servine was normally) as a shot of watery pre-seed erupted from its slit. Rosa arched her back and pushed her huge tits up into the air. She squeezed them hard, fingers enveloped by her own pale, soft skin, disappearing into the endless sea of soft flesh that was her breasts.

The Normal/Grass type thrust forward, pounding its tip into Rosa’s cervix hard. The busty bitch let out a moan of pleasure, curling her toes hard. The Season Pokémon, currently in its Spring Form, thrust forward again. This time, its cock broke through.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh~!” Rosa screamed so hard that the Pidoves in the trees overhead scattered. Her cunt collapsed around the Deerling’s cock, making the first stage Pokémon bleat out its name, gritting its teeth together. A gushing spray of squirt erupted from between Rosa’s thighs, soaking the ground where she and the Deerling were rutting, turning the dirt to mud. The torrent of squirt washed over her thighs and the Deerling’s hooves. The Normal/Grass type let out a whimper as its cock kissed the innermost wall of Rosa’s now penetrated womb. She gripped her massive tits tightly, squeezing them hard as she came.

“FUUUUUUUUUCK~!” Rosa screamed.

“Shush~” Hilda growled. “W-we’re al-ready riiiiisking so much fuuuuucking these Pokémon right hhheeeeere~”

“I! Can’t Help! It!” Rosa exclaimed. Her entire body was rocking back and forth as Deerling pounded into her, far more confident than it had been just a few moments ago. “This! Cock! Is! A! Maze! Ing!”

Hilda lowered her head, planting a passionate, but sloppy kiss onto Rosa’s mouth.

The only way to shut her up the bottom-heavy bitch reflected.

Rosa melted at her cousin’s touch. Their tongue coiled around one another, embracing as they swapped spit. A few muffled moans filled the air, but nothing compared to the screams that Rosa had been letting out only a moment prior. Hilda’s eyes were open, scanning the route as best she could, looking for signs of approaching strangers. For now, they seemed in the clear. The worry of the pear-shaped whore soon melted away as the pleasure and pain of the bug cock inside of her slowly chipped away at any focus she had.

“I need thiissssssss knot inside meeeee~!” Rosa sang. Her hands went from her gargantuan, backbreaking tits, down to her plump, pale thighs. Lithe, thin digits squeezed against her kissable, soft skin, sinking into her squishy, gooseflesh form. Rosa pulled her legs apart, offering the first-stage Pokémon more of herself. The Season Pokémon jumped at the opportunity, or rather, rutted, pounding hard into the top-heavy slut’s cunt. The knot kissed her plump twat over and over again. Her entire mound was covered in arousal at this point. She felt the long, thin cock of her lover buck again inside of her, battering her soft innards and lighting up her most sensitive spots.

“Oooooooh~!” Rosa moaned, pressing her soft lips together in an O-shape as a wave of pleasure washed over her body. She could feel more and more of the knot entering her with every thrust. Rosa began to grind her hips up against her current lover, encouraging the Normal/Grass type to fuck her deeper. The Deerling bleated out its name, hooves replanted into the ground as it tried to stand firm.

“Haaah~! Haaaah~! Hooooooh~!” Rosa moaned and mewled with high-pitched, pathetic wheezes of pleasure. Her huge tits jiggled back and forth on her chest as her entire body became nothing more than a sex sleeve for the Deerling dick. Every thrust was deliberate, stimulating Rosa’s overtaxed cunt from every possible angle. Her tongue was sticking out of her mouth at this point. Eyes watering as rheumy liquids streaked her face, which was red with arousal. Glassy eyes, bright with lust, were looking off in two different directions. Rosa curled her toes hard in the grass as another orgasm was building quickly.

“De-erling~” The Season Pokémon groaned as a shot of watery dick spit erupted from its incredibly thin tip. Its snout tensed up, eyes snapping shut as it tried to remain focused on the pleasure and not on its finish. The Normal/Grass type’s hips buckled, shunting its full length into Rosa, knot included.

“YESSSSSSS~!” Rosa sang as her cunt was stretched wide by the knot, finally dipping into her. Her hands gripped her thighs tightly, several of her knuckles cracking as the digits curled. Her toes matched the energy as she arched her back, her entire body seeming to contract in response to the sensation of pure ecstasy that was now washing over her. A haphazard, choppy squirt spray gushed out of Rosa’s plump-enough thighs. Her entire lower half was writhing and thrashing, convulsing hard as she lost control of her nervous system. Rosa’s eyes rolled deep into the back of her head. Her tits were jiggling and wobbling on her svelte chest, erect nipples swaying in the air. 

The already muddy ground around Rosa and the Deerling became even more like a bog and marsh. The Normal/Grass type felt its hind legs beginning to sink into the ground, prompting it to readjust its stance. A difficult task to accomplish as Rosa’s spasming snatch as gripping its cock tightly like a vise, refusing to let it go. The Season Pokémon was trying its best to stay focused and maintain its presence within her. But, being that it was only a first-stage Pokémon, that proved to be too much.

With a coo of its own name, the Deerling’s cock erupted into Rosa. The top-heavy slut didn’t even realise she was being filled with cum at first, far too mind-broken from her finish to sense as the watery cum and seed pods began to fill her womb. It was only when the familiar texture of the pods began to scrape against the inside of her uterus that the busty bitch finally had enough wits about her to understand what was going on.

“Ooooooh~” Rosa mewled. “Yesssshhh~! Fill me~! Fill me Poké-onahole~ Beat up this breeding stump of a pussy~! Pump me full~! All of it~! All of that yummy cock snot~! Look at how my belly is swelling with all that nut sludge~! I can feel all your fertile seeds piling up inside me~! I know what cums next and it’ll be me when they buuuurst~!”

Deerling groaned as the last of its spray filled Rosa. The knotted, thin cock was already completely soft when the blunted tip was removed from Rosa’s twat. The clearish, off-white liquid that wasn’t quite typical cum was now leaking from Rosa’s well-used cunt. The scent of sex hung thick in the air.

Rosa’s tired arms let go of her thighs, letting her body relax on the ground. She was drenched in sweat, glistening with a mixture of that and a general afterglow. Her hand went to the swollen belly. It was a fraction of its normal size after a proper fucking from her entire team, even her Servine. But the busty bitch was certain that Deerling had put everything it had into her.

Draining balls, no matter how much or little they produce Rosa thought as her fingers traced along the surface of her belly That’s what good trainers do

BURST! POP!

Rosa’s thicc thighs slammed together as she sat up. The seed pods in her belly began to pop, seeding sprays of thick cum (the real breeding material of grass-type ejaculation), spreading in her already packed womb. Rosa’s hands clutched her belly, her fat tits resting on top of the bulging stomach. Her still overstimulated pussy was sending sensations of pleasure as the pods erupted in her belly like popping corn.

“Ooooooooooh~!” Rosa moaned. It had been a while since grass-type cum had properly burst inside of her. She was addicted to the taste and had, for months now, had Servine finish in her mouth so that she could chew the pods into a paste before they erupted.

“Ahhhhh~!” Rosa screamed as she came again, squirting out another pathetic spray into the grass. She fell onto her back again, holding her belly as it grew more and more due to how much compacted seed was spilling from the bursting pods. Her belly was bouncing wildly, and the skin rippled as some stronger eruptions than others hit the underside of her distended skin.

I love grass types~ Rosa thought as a few haggard moans escaped her lips.

Hilda’s teeth were gnashed together. Her eyes were staring straight ahead, so wide that the white sclera could be seen all the way around. Her arms were tensed, elbows bent, and hands balled up into fists. Her massive ass cheeks continued to deafen all around, calling out like a siren.

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

The call was working, attracting dozens of nearby Pokémon to the scene, watching as the two whorish cousins became the living fleshlights for two dual grass-type Pokémon. But, where Rosa had basked in the sensations of pleasure from the Deerling’s knot, Hilda was feeling a bit used than fucked. She’d rutted with plenty of bug types before, being braver than Bianca to try out their less-than-human-like dicks. But Hilda hadn’t lain with one in years and was definitely feeling a bit out of sorts because of it.

The hardened flaps that covered the Bug/Grass type’s dick were scraping up against Hilda’s snug guts in a way that was the true definition of pleasure and pain. Her skin was gooseflesh as her entire body lurched and swayed, fucking herself back onto Leavanny. She only had so much room to play with, unfortunately, due to the hooks on the Bug/Grass type’s cock that were holding it in place deep inside of Hilda’s massive ass. The huge member was making her thin stomach bulge into the strange shape of the cock. If Hilda could have felt her stomach, no doubt she would have touched the hardness of Leavanny’s dicks hovering just under the surface of her soft skin. The blade-like appendages of Leavanny were digging into Hilda’s shoulder hard. Not enough to make her bleed, but enough that her skin would be dented for some time, Hilda was certain.

And despite the discomfort, Hilda was in a state of pure ecstasy.

FUuuuuuuuuck~! The bottom-heavy former champion found herself thinking as sweat rolled down every inch of skin she had.

CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! 

I need this bug cock to keep rearranging my guts~! I want to feel all that creepy-crawling seed making its way up my throat~! The pear-shaped whore’s brain was melting. Her eyes struggled to maintain focus, often becoming blurry, especially as rheumy liquid continued to pour down her face. Drool and slobber decorated Hilda’s chin. She curled her toes, feeling as her contracting cunt with nothing inside of it was getting closer and closer to a finish.

Damn Arceus and Mew both for not giving Bug types balls~! A fat sack pounding against my clit would send me spiralling right now~! Every thought that Hilda could muster in that moment seemed predetermined to be about the cock inside of her. The Nurturing Pokémon (which was not living up to its title, as it continued to treat Hilda like a semi-sentient fleshlight) pounded hard into the bottom-heavy slut, picking up its pace. The scraping layers of strange cock against Hilda’s snug guts sent a wave of sensation rushing up Hilda’s spine. Arousal was coursing through her veins like blood. Leavanny’s pre-cum erupted from its tip again. The strange, crawling mucus coated Hilda’s snug, writhing around inside of her, as if trying to knock up every cell in her body.

“Fuuuuuck~!” Hilda grunted, letting her head drop between her shoulder blades. Leavanny’s hook-arms darted, going from the whore’s thin shoulders down to her forearms. Hilda grunted, flexing what little muscle she had in there against the grip. Her front half fell forward a bit, no longer supported so close to the top, causing her monumental ass to rise into the air. The side of Hilda’s face kissed the dirt lightly as her upper half was pressed into the ground.

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

Leavanny’s pace was brutal, pounding hard into Hilda’s guts. Her massive ass cheeks were like the sea in a storm, rippling wildly, waves rushing across her soft, spankable ass. Pathetic wails of pleasure fell from Hilda’s lips. Her hips began to buck, fucking herself back onto the Leavanny’s cock, making her massive ass cheeks ripple and bounce even more. The Bug/Grass type suddenly found itself on the back foot, trying not to get its thorax crushed by accidentally being enveloped by the colossal cake that was wobbling and shaking right in front of it. A few of the hooks digging into Hilda’s snug guts released, much to Hilda’s relief. But that also gave the pear-shaped whore more room to move. She was sent into a fucking frenzy, pounding herself back against the Leavanny’s crotch with a fervour that only the most depraved and devoted Poképhiles mustered.

“Cum! In! Side! Me!” Hilda demanded.

CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! 

Where the sounds of Hilda’s ass cheeks colliding against one another had attracted more potential lovers before, now it was sending the Pokéon audience that had been watching the whorish cousins mate with beasts scattering back into the woods that surrounded the route. Hilda was in a fuck-drunk state, pounding herself hard onto the Bug/Grass type as if it were her favourite dildo.

“CUM!” She screamed. “PLEASE! FILL ME! FILL MY WORTHLESS HOLES~! MAKE THIS WHORE WORTH SOMETHING ~! MAKE ME FEEL USED~!”

The Nurting Pokémon could not deny Hilda’s demands, lacking the stamina to hold off its finish against the onslaught of pleasure Hilda was bombarding it with. Watery cum filled with seed pods erupted from Leavanny’s strange dick, pumping straight into Hilda’s stomach from the other end. Hilda’s cunt contracted around nothing, spraying a gushing torrent of squirt the same way that Rosa had been pissing out earlier. It washed over the Leavanny’s thin legs and turned the ground around them both to mud.

Hilda collapsed completely as the hooked arms let go of her. She collapsed into the dirt, still spasming as the last few gushing sprays of squirt fell from her plump, wet pussy, staining her legs. Leavanny’s shrunken cock had retreated into its body, hidden by its shell now.

“Aaaahhh~!” A fuck drunk Hilda mewled, her eyes unfocused as she lay in the grass. Like with Rosa, Hilda’s stomach had not bulged to anywhere near its maximum size. But, also like with Rosa, Hilda’s pleasure did not end there as the seed pods in her guts began to burst.

“Ooooooh~!” Hilda mewled as another stream of squirt, though this one, lacking much of the power her last eruption had had, was pissed from her pussy. It arched through the air and splattered into the dirt. Leavanny and Deerling took a moment to admire their work. Both sweat-stained, swollen whores were lying in the grass, their limbs dead, reeling from pleasure. They departed into the woods, leaving their lovers behind.

“I love grass types~” Rosa moaned.

“Me too, feeling their pods bursting in your belly is like a second orgasm~” Hilda purred.

Rosa was splayed like a Staryu in the grass, limbs extended out in all directions. A pool was forming between her plump enough thighs as seed, and the watery spray from Deerling’s cock continued to flow out of her stuffed womb. Hilda was face down, ass up, her huge cheeks wobbling in the breeze. A thin trail of off-white watery spray was trickling down her thunderous thighs.

“What else is on this Route?” Rosa asked, staring up at the cloudless sky.

“More Bug and Grass types. But up ahead is Chargestone Cave, which has a lot of Electric types to zap your clit while you’re fucking them. There’s some Rock types in there, too. Their cocks are jagged things, like quite literally fucking a stalagmite,” Hilda mused, remembering all of the Pokémon she rutted with across the region during her journey.

“A Rock type sounds fun~” Rosa purred. “I don’t have a Rock type on my team~”

“They are,” Hilda said, licking her lips, pushing her head up to cross her arms under her chin, getting it out of the grass. “We should get on with your training, Clay’s tricky. His ace is an Excadrill, which means he doesn’t have Ground's typical exploitable weaknesses like Water and Grass.”

“Damn,” Rosa sighed.

“But, that does open him up for Fighting type. And Ground can’t affect Flying types. Servine, Lucario, and Sigilyph will be the team for this gym,” Hilda explained, putting up a finger for each of the Pokémon she named. “Which, upside, means we don’t have to train the whole team.”

There was a rustling in the bushes nearby. The top-heavy and bottom-heavy whores both looked over at the noise. To their delight, stepping out onto the side of the Route was a pair of Audino. The wind blew, sending the scent of arousal that was wafting off the two cousins over to the pair of Normal types. They both sniffed the air, as rather human-looking cocks began to emerge from the tufts of fur between their legs.

“We can get to training in a bit,” Rosa said, licking her lips hungrily, sitting up onto her elbows.

“Totally,” Hilda nodded, getting up on all fours. Hilda’s ass began to sway and wobble, sitting higher in the air than her head did as she crawled towards the duo.

“Hey there~” Rosa purred in a soft, submissive tone, licking her lips. She was on her feet, moving slowly towards the two Normal types. “You like human girls?”

The two nude whores disappeared into the bushes, taking another set of new lovers and leaving their effects and clothes on the side of the road.

For over a week straight, this was the cycle that the cousins fell into. Early in the morning, Rosa Whitley and Hilda Blackburn would depart from the Plasma Manse and head out onto Route Six. There, they would stay until the sun went down, draining the balls of every Pokémon with a cock that they could come across. In the evening, they would return to the manse. There, Hilda would split off to be with her new Zorua, which would take the form of N every night. Rosa, meanwhile, would lie with her team alongside Concordia and Anthea, whose bellies grew bigger by the day. They explained to Rosa that Pokémon breeding happened much faster than human reproduction, which excited them, as it meant they could be bred again sooner. Rosa and Hilda seemed to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that their wombs were not compatible with Pokémon seed, as neither of them showed signs of becoming impregnated by any of the dozens of wild Pokémon they took out on the Route.

“So,” Concordia said one night over dinner. Her belly was big, and her hand was on it, rubbing constantly. Her top was stained with two dark spots of milk that seemed to be leaking from her nipples without end. She was dressed in a more maternity-friendly version of her outfit, mostly just to show off her swollen belly. “Shall you two be challenging the gym soon?”

“Oh yeah,” Hilda nodded, scraping her fork against the plate to get the last of her food. “Rosa’s ready.”

Both Rosa and Hilda were sporting big bellies as well, but it was clear from the lack of a crease along their stomachs and the way they sagged instead of being shapely that the two whores were merely cum-stuffed and not pregnant.

“That’s lovely to hear,” Anthea smiled, also rubbing her stomach, all drenched in her own milk. “We will miss those eager Pokémon of yours, of course. Hopefully, Concordia and I will pop out these eggs before you go so that your team may breed us again, Rosa.”

“That’d be nice,” Rosa smiled at them, a bit put off by what her cousin had said.

We’ve battled maybe less than ten Pokémon all week! She can’t seriously think I’m strong enough for Clay off just that. No, trust Hilda, she knows this guy. She’s beaten this guy before Rosa nodded.

Concordia raised a glass. “To Pokémon Cock.”

“Here, here!” Anthea beamed, raising her glass.

Hilda and Rosa quickly joined in.

“To the best kind of cock there is!” Hilda grinned.

“Indeed,” Rosa said, unsure of what to say. The four Poképhiles clinked their glasses together and sipped.

Another week of “training” passed before Rosa and Hilda finally made their way to the Driftveil City Gym. Rosa followed behind Hilda cautiously, watching the way her cousin’s gargantuan set of pale full moons wobbled and shook in the glorified denim thong that was her bottoms. It was a mere dark blue censor bar running across a fraction of the surface of the two wobbling clapped wagons. Rosa’s nipples were stiff in her baseball tee, rubbing against the cheap cotton. It was turning her on.

“Clay’s gym is in an active mine. So, be ready for catcalls,” Hilda explained as they pushed through the door and entered the large arena. A receptionist checked them in, offering them both hard hats. The duo found a seat, waiting for their number to be called.

“This is the first gym where we’ve had to wait to battle the leader,” Rosa noted as they sat in the waiting room. It was a large area, like a doctor’s office, with trainers abound, checking on their Pokémon. Many of them, men and women alike, were glancing over at the exceptionally lewd duo over and over again. Many ogling, some glaring. It didn’t faze either of them. Hilda’s gargantuan, plump thighs were threatening to snap the chair that she was sitting in, her soft body spilling out of it in all directions.

“Yeah, the League’s season is in full swing now, nearly a month in,” Hilda noted. “Plus, Clay and I aren’t close like I was with Cheren, Burgh, and Elesa.”

“Oh?” Rosa asked, tilting her head to one side. “Why not?”

“Clay doesn’t approve of how most Elesa and I got all the other Gym Leaders into making pornography. He’s a very … traditional man. Honestly, I think he doesn’t like me because he thinks I’m hot,” Hilda chuckled.

“Well, he’s right about that,” Rosa replied. “But, got it, he’s the fun police.”

“Completely,” Hilda nodded. “But your team is strong. We didn’t spend two long, hard weeks sweating and working to exhaustion for them not to be ready.”

Rosa nodded, reflecting on what she could remember of the last two weeks. It had been so long. So hard. Such a blur. She remembered sweating and fucking and moaning and being filled with cumshot after cumshot.

How much did we train? These last two weeks have been a blur. I think I was sleeping less than two hours a night at one point? I just wanted to maximise my time with Pokémon dick She looked down at the Pokéball in her hand, trying to recall how much of her time over the last two weeks had actually been spent training.

“Rosa Whitely,” The receptionist called over a loudspeaker.

“That’s us!” Hilda declared, peeling herself out of the seat, her body was sinking into the chair, sticking to her huge ass for a moment, coming up with her. Rosa popped up as well, her huge tits jiggling wildly in her top, which was immediately riding it.

The duo made their way over to the large platform lift that dropped down into the mine. A Worker on it whistled as they got on.

“Damn,” He said, “Careful, ma’am, you might cause a cave-in with those clapping machines.”

Hilda rolled her eyes, saying nothing. The worker pulled a lever, and the lift dropped down through a shaft of carved stone. Rosa clutched the Pokéball in her hand tightly, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over her. The set of nerves she felt before every gym battle.

“You’re gonna do great,” Hilda whispered to her cousin, sensing the top-heavy slut’s concern. “Don’t worry.”

The lift came to a stop in a massive, vaulted ceiling cave. Huge pillars of stone went up to the ceiling, holding it up.

“We’re two miles underground!” Called out a voice in a thick Western Unova accent. A massive set of spotlights turned on all around them, like lighting up a baseball stadium. A huge platform, similar in design to the lift the cousins had just taken, was sitting in the middle of the mine. Below, workers and Pokémon were carving up stone, digging up everything they could find. Rosa and Hilda walked across the narrow metal walkway that connected the lift to the battle arena.

Standing on the far side of the platform was a portly man in a cowboy hat, curly brown hair spilling out from under it. His face was lined and aged, resembling leather. His portly body was packed into a brown suit vest seemingly made of some animal hide, sitting atop a red button-up shirt, contrasted by a turquoise tie that matched the colour of his pants, covered by chaps. Sitting at his left side was a pickaxe, a wooden shaft, and black metal picks jutting out from either side.

“Hilda Blackburn,” He greeted her with a flick of a finger against his cap, a grin on his face. “See yer still dressin’ like a wife on her husband’s birthday.”

“Good to see you too, Clay,” Hilda replied, taking the insult in stride. “This is my cousin, Rosa, she’s challenging the gym circuit.

“Well, hell, I’d say I see the family resemblance, but that’s only if you two were standin’ in front of a fun house mirror,” He laughed loudly at his joke, the jovial noise echoing through the chamber.

“Oh wow, he’s …” Rosa’s voice trailed off.

“Yup,” Hilda nodded.

“Now then!” Clay roared, levying the pickaxe at the duo. “If it's a gym battle you want, it's a gym battle you gon’ done git!”

Rosa’s hand dropped into her tote bag, making her massive bust jiggle, a healthy amount of underboob now exposed. The pickaxe struck the ground, the metal point burying into the metal floor. Clay flicked the brim of his hat, a grin on his face.

“Then let’s do this!” He declared. A hand went behind his back, returning a moment later with a Pokéball clutched in his calloused palm.

“C’mon out, Krokorok!” The gym leader declared. In a flash of white, the tall, slender form of the Ground/Dark type formed. Its clawed feet stamped down on the ground. Its arms were up, elbows bent, and sharp claws flexed. The Desert Croc Pokémon roared its own name so loudly that it echoed through the vaulted mineshaft.

“Go!” Rosa roared, tossing her Pokéball out like a pitcher, her huge tits swaying even more in her shirt, straining the stitching. “Sigilyph!”

Flying is immune to ground, but Dark is immune to Psychic Hilda reflected silently, placing her hands on her triple-extra-wide, sloping hips. Her squishy skin quickly swallowed her dainty digits, as it was already doing with the glorified denim thong that she called shorts In a strange way, this is an even battle.

“Alright, Sigilyph, use Tailwind!” Rosa ordered. The wind whipped around her and her cousin. Their long brown hair began to billow in the breeze. Rosa’s two huge twin tails whipped out past the depth of her busts, whilst Hilda’s slut strands battered at the sides of her face. Clay and Korkorok alike raised an arm to keep dirt from hitting their eyes.

“That flyin’ type o’ yours is all bark, huh!” Clay called. “Krokorok, use Crunch!”

The many fangs in Krokorok’s mouth began to glow. The Ground/Dark type charged forward, quickly closing the distance between itself and Sigilyph. The Avianoid Pokémon began to float higher, attempting to avoid the attack. The Desert Croc Pokémon proved quicker, however, catching the black strands of the Psychic/Flying type’s tail. A series of groans and clicks of pain, along with a distressed whistle, filled the cavern. The whistling was so high-pitched that it prompted Rosa and Hilda to cover their ears, along with some miners below.

“That’s it, Krokorok!” Clay grinned. “Ground that flyin’ type!”

“Sigilyph, stay strong,” Rosa called out. “Use Air Cutter.”

The Psychic/Flying type shifted, staring down at the Krokorok. The Ground/Dark type’s tiny eyes opened wide as it tried to figure out which set of eyes was staring at it, lost in the strange patterns of Sigilyph’s torso. The wind slashed at the Desert Croc Pokémon, causing it to cry out in pain and release Rosa’s Pokémon. Sigilyph quickly retreated, floating backwards over the metal platform by just a few inches.

“Great work,” Rosa grinned. “Now, finish it off with another Air Cutter!”

“Sigilyph!” The Pokémon roared as it began to flap its wings again.

“Garsh darnit!” Clay growled out, “Korkorok, Torment!”

The Ground/Dark type had been laid out by the wind attack and was only just getting to its feet again. It struck an intimidating pose, slamming its foot down onto the metal floor with a loud CLANG! It let out a beastly roar, but it was too late. Sigilyph had already used Air Cutter. The blast of wind struck the Desert Croc Pokémon, blowing it off its feet. It hit the ground with spirals in its eyes.

“Yes!” Rosa pumped a fist as Clay recalled his knocked-out Pokémon.

“Don’t go celebratin’ too much jus’ yet, little lady,” Clay grinned. “That’s only one, and yer Sigilyph ain’t looking too good.”

Rosa recalled Sigilyph into its Pokéball. She put a passionate kiss on the red and white piece of metal and plastic and then pocketed it. She fished around for a moment, looking away from the battlefield.

“Sigilyph isn’t my only Pokémon either!” Rosa declared, grabbing a different Pokéball.

“Go! Sandslash!” Clay called.

A Kanto Pokémon? Hilda wondered.

“Servine! I choose you!” Rosa called. Her hand went up to her chest as she threw, pulling her shirt down as one of her gargantuan breasts nearly spilt out entirely. The two Pokémon hit the field at the same time, glaring at one another.

“Sandslash! Fury Cutter!” He called.

A Bug-type move! Clay’s actually using strategy now? When did he get so smart?! Hilda realised, her jaw dropping in surprise.

“Servine! Leaf Tornado!” Rosa countered.

Like with Korkorok, Sandslash closed the distance between itself and Servine quickly. Its claws glowed a vaguely pale green colour as it uppercut Servine. The Grass starter let out a groan of pleasure as it took the hit straight on. Servine took a few steps back before summoning its counterattack. Suddenly, the Ground type was enveloped by a rush of wind as razor-sharp leaves came spilling from Servine’s body, slicing up the Mouse Pokémon from all angles. Sandslash growled in pain, taking heavy damage. Both Pokémon looked rather beaten up from only a single strike each.

“Quick, Servine, use Mega Drain!” Rosa ordered with a swipe of her hand through the air.

“I see yer game now,” Clay chuckled. “But, I’mma warn you now, little lady. All this stratergizin’ and war of attrition ain’t got nothing on raw power. Sandslash! Fury Cutter!”

Dozens of small yellow dots suddenly lifted from Sandslash’s form. The Ground type let out a whimper as it had its energy drained. Servine’s slash marks were healing as the glowing pollen settled on its waxy skin. Sandslash responded to this by attacking the same point, dealing heavy damage to what had just healed.

If I hadn’t done that, Servine would have gone down! Rosa thought, gnashing her teeth together as she tried to stave off panic He’s right, my plans and set-ups don’t have an answer when his team can just beat mine to a pulp before I get anything done. My Pokémon don’t have the defensive strength for that!

“Servine! Finish it off! Mega Drain!” Rosa ordered.

“Bulldoze, Sandslash!” Clay ordered, throwing an open palm out, fingers splayed.

Both Sandslash and Servine executed their moves. The ground began to shake underneath Servine as it began to draw out the energy from Sandslash. The Grass Snake Pokémon roared in pain as it took heavy blows. Sandslash growled as its strength quickly faltered. More and more glowing yellow dots left its form. Its eyes began to flutter before it finally collapsed forward.

That was too close Rosa thought.

“Servine, return,” She ordered, recalling her beat-up starter. She held the Pokéball close to her lips. “You did good.” Her pouty lips kissed it.

“Impressive! That’s some strength you got!” Called the gym leader. “Yer definitely a protegé of yer cousin. But, this battle ain’t over yet. No hard feelings, little lady, but I’m extremely stubborn. Go, Excadrill!”

This is it. Ground and Steel type Rosa thought.

“Lucario!” She called. “Let’s end this.”

The two Pokémon entered the battlefield, staring down one another. Clay grinned.

“Excadrill, Bulldoze!”

“Lucario, use Force Palm!” Rosa called.

Lucario charged forward, its palm and padded digits beginning to glow white. As it charged, the wind at its back suddenly faltered. A grin crossed Clay’s face. The ground beneath Lucario began to shake wildly, knocking the Aura Pokémon off balance and sending it crashing to the ground.

Shit! Rosa thought Tailwind stopped!

Lucario howled in pain as it was tossed around by the seismic event, causing the metal platform to creak.

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

Hilda’s gargantuan ass cheeks began to collide together as her thunderous thighs separated. She took a wide stance to stay upright. Rosa’s massive chest was jiggling, threatening to knock the top-heavy slut out as her tits wobbled and slammed into her chin.

The shaking finally ceased as the battered and bruised Lucario got back to its feet.

“Lucario!” Rosa called. The Fighting/Steel type was winded, looking the most beat up she ever had.

“Without speed, yer team can’t compensate! Bulldoze!” Clay ordered. The ground shook again, even more violently than before.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CALP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Lucario hit the ground hard, right off its chin. The Aura Pokémon howled its own name a final time before its eyes became spirals.

Shit! Rosa thought as she recalled Lucario That’s really not good! Sigilyph and Servine are both pretty beat up as well!

“C’mon now,” Clay called with a grin on his face, “Ain’t you got two more?”

If I can get Tailwind up again, I can Mega Drain to get Servine back to good health? No … it’s a Steel type. I’d only get a fraction of what I got off Sandslash! All the same, it’s a better type match than Sigilyph has at all!

“Go Sigilyph!” Rosa roared, throwing the Pokéball like a pitch. The Avianoid Pokéon reemerged with a series of clicking noises. “Quickly, use Tailwind!”

“Rock Slide, Excadrill!” Clay called.

Shit! Rosa thought.

From the distant ceiling, dozens of stones fell. The wind blew, picking up all around the battlefield as the heavy stones slammed into Sigilyph, making the Psychic/Flying type shriek in pain, filling the air with a distorted cry of agony. Once again, hands covered ears from the disturbing noise. The Psychic/Flying type hit the ground, pinned by the rock, all over its unconscious form.

“Lookie there, we’re all tied up,” Clay grinned.

Rosa recalled Sigilyph to her Pokéball, looking down at it for a moment.

I have to rely on Tailwind giving Servine speed She reflected I haven’t even damaged Excadrill yet, though… I don’t have a choice!

She pitched out the Pokéball, summoning her starter. Servine roared its own name as it appeared from a burst of white light.

“Servine …” Rosa paused as something inside her prompted her to change course. “Leech Seed!”

Servine reeled back and spat up a seed. It shot across the field and struck Excadrill in the stomach. Thin roots wrapped around the Subterrene Pokémon’s midsection. Glowing yellow dots, smaller than the ones from Mega Drain, floated across the battlefield, healing Servine a bit.

“That ain’t gon’ work no more!” Clay called. “Crumbs can’t save you now! Excadrill! Bulldoze!”

The ground began to shake. Like Lucario, Servine fell, bouncing against the metallic floor hard. It cried out in pain loudly as it was tossed every which way.

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

Slowly, Servine got back to its feet, helped along by the small amount of recovery that Leech Seed offered.

“Servine! Mega Drain!” Rosa ordered.

More glowing yellow dots drained from Excadrill, who was now starting to look a bit haggard. Servine healed more than before, standing a bit taller.

Clay grunted, clearly starting to feel a bit pressed. “End this, Excadrill, Metal Claw!” He ordered.

The Ground/Steel type rushed forward, closing the distance between the two. Sharp claws, glowing a metallic grey, slashed at Servine, sending the Grass type flying backwards. It bounced off the platform twice. Then, the energy was drained from Excadrill again, restoring some life to Servine.

“Mega Drain!” Rosa called.

Servine got to its feet and let out a roar. The most energy Servine had ever taken filled the air, rushing towards its form.

A Critical Hit! Rosa and Hilda thought at the same time, both of them gasping.

As the last drop of energy left Excadirll, the Subterrene Pokémon collapsed to the ground, spirals in its eyes.

Clay was silent and still for a moment before recalling the Ground/Steel type.

“Well, fair’s fair. Looks like that cousin of yers is a mighty fine teacher,” Clay grinned.

Rosa collapsed to her knees, not caring that her tits were nearly out of her top.

That was too close She reflected I can’t keep relying on set-up moves when I’m going up against opponents who can one-shot my Pokémon

She looked down into her tote bag, staring at the Pokéballs inside.

I wasn’t ready … I need more training before the next gym