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Make A Wish: Hilda's Erotic Pokemon Journey	By : Faceless0 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 27753 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon nor do I make any money from writing this

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NOTE: I touched up this chapter a bit. It's probably not worth re-reading but future readers should appreciate the changes. If there are still any typos, errors, or funky sentences, pleas let me know.
Chapter Pairings: Hilda/Charmander(Futa)

Hilda awoke to the sound of a series of screeches from her alarm clock. It was eight in the morning and she was still lying stretched out underneath her computer desk as a result of last night's intense activity. She sluggishly peeled herself off the floor and fumbled over to her alarm, which she swatted to the ground, causing it to cease. She stood in the middle of her room for a moment and collected herself while attempting to remember why she had set the alarm to sound off so early. It took only a second for her to remember and a bright smile crept upon her face. Today was her sixteenth birthday! And not only that; today she would receive her first pokemon!
It was not a great exaggeration to say that every child's dream in Kanto was to grow up and go adventuring with their own pokemon, and Hilda was no exception. She had yearned for this day since her mother took her to see her first pokemon battle eleven years ago, and now the time to receive one had finally come. First she had to get herself ready though, and that meant showering off the sweat and cum that still stuck to her body from her heated roleplaying session. She entered the bathroom in a daydream, still fantasizing about futa pikachus and lustful trainers as she undressed in front of the large vanity mirror presiding over the sink. She removed her shirt and examined herself in the mirror, gasping in surprise as to what was discovered.
Her B-cup breasts were no longer and were now replaced with huge EE orbs that hung alluringly from her chest. Hilda watched the mirror as she cupped the attractive tits and jiggled them around to see if her reflection would follow suite. It did.
"How the hell did this happen?" she thought to herself. "Could this be a growth spurt? No that's ridiculous. They couldn't grow that fast overnight."
As she continued to look over herself, Hilda noticed her hips had widened too. She turned sideways, her reflection revealing a shapely, bubble butt. She stood in awe, mesmerized by the aesthetic goddess that lied before her eyes, still refusing to believe that it was her.
"Mom!" cried Hilda, with no response. "Mom!" she called out again.
Hilda heard her mother's footsteps patter towards the bathroom.
"What is it dear? Do you need some toilet paper?" said Miss White.
"Mom, I'm naked but I want you to check something out. Come in."
Hilda's mom opened the door to the bathroom and took a step inside. It was apparent that they shared the same blood. The two had matching blue eyes, flowing chestnut hair, and their facial features were nearly identical, although Miss White was noticeably more mature looking. As Hilda was about to speak, the words froze in her mouth when she realized her mother now possessed an even bigger bust than Hilda's and large, waspish hips. Wearing only a very low cut, white t-shirt and a tiny pair of lace panties, Hilda couldn't prevent herself from ogling her mother in a silent stupor.
"Hilda? Are you okay?" said Miss White.
The words jostled Hilda from her trance and she averted her eyes to floor as embarrassment flushed her cheeks.
"What the hell is going on?" thought Hilda.
"Oh ummm…I just wanted to see if you noticed anything different about my body."
Miss White scanned over her daughter's form carefully, oblivious to Hilda's discomfort.
"No, everything looks normal to me. Is there anything wrong?" said Miss White.
"You don't think I've gotten…bigger?"
"I don't think so. I think you're in great shape, dear."
"I mean my breasts…and my butt. They don't seem, um, different to you?"
Hilda's mother giggled.
"Honey, don't tell me your getting self-conscious all of a sudden. You've got the White family genes, other women would kill to look like you. In fact you look so yummy, sometimes I have to hold back from eating you up myself," responded Miss White.
Hilda's face turned a deeper shade of crimson as intruding visualizations of her mother 'eating her up' seized her thoughts.
"She's your mother! She's your mother! She's your mother! She's your mother!" Hilda silently chanted to herself.
"Thanks mom. I'm going to take a shower now. Bye," said Hilda, who hastily stepped in the tub and shut the shower curtain behind her.
"You're welcome, silly thing. And happy birthday miss sixteen-year-old! I have a surprise waiting for you downstairs, so don't take too long in there."
Miss White stepped out and shut the bathroom door.
Hilda eventually cleared her head of the lewd reveries she formed of her mother, although she couldn't quite shake off the dirtiness she felt for actually thinking about her in that way.
"It's not my fault, right? I mean, I didn't make my mom go and become absurdly fucking hot all of a sudden! Even a celibate monk would a pop a boner if they saw her, and I'm far from a saint," thought Hilda.
As the brunette finished showering and began dressing herself, her thoughts returned to the strange increase in proportions her, and evidently her mom, suffered overnight. To her surprise, Hilda's wardrobe still fit her new form, as if they had been tailored to her new body while she was sleeping. It was all very surreal to Hilda and she couldn't wrap her head around what had happened, although she couldn't say she wasn't growing to appreciate her new figure. She would catch her hands thoughtlessly playing with her new knockers or fondling her voluptuous backside as she dressed.
Hilda completed her getup and made her way downstairs decked out in a pair of denim booty shorts, her trusty white and pink cap, and a black vest covering a tight, white tank top that barely contained her bouncy mounds. Her mother was waiting for her, modestly clothed much to Hilda's relief, and ready to serve her breakfast. She had prepared a pitcher of fresh squeezed orange juice and a stack of banana pancakes, with sixteen small lit candles poked in them. Hilda momentarily forgot about the peculiar happenings of the morning as her mother sang her happy birthday, causing the teenager to blush again, and gave her a peck on the cheek while sliding a small, festively wrapped package onto her lap. She tore open the gift, revealing a brand new Xtranseiver. Hilda hopped out of her chair and hugged her mother.
"Thank you so much, mom! These things are the coolest! It must have been super expensive. I promise I'll take good care of it," said Hilda.
"You deserve it, honey. You're about to leave home and I wanted to make sure we could keep in touch. These are the new models and it even allows you to video chat! I bought one for myself too so make sure you call me whenever you want to."
Hilda began to loosen her embrace, but her mom still clung to her tightly. Her mother was now tearing up on her shoulder.
"I'm going to miss you so much, Hilda. It seems like you were a baby just yesterday and now look at you, all grown up with a killer rack and an amazing ass-"
"Mom!" interrupted Hilda.
"Oh, I'm just teasing you, dear - your ass is actually beyond amazing. Kidding, kidding! Anyway, I want to let you know that I love you and I'm so proud of the woman you've become and are still becoming."
Miss White continued her sobbing before eventually releasing her daughter and wiped away the tears from her eyes.
"Jeez mom, I'm not leaving Pallet right this second. Besides, I'll make sure I call you every day after I go, okay. You won't even notice I left."
Hilda finished her meal and gave her mother another quick hug before departing.
The walk to the Professor's lab was strange. Pallet was a small town and Hilda knew just about everyone who lived there, yet she saw a multitude of people she had never met before. What was odd about it was she couldn't say that they looked completely unfamiliar either. She swore she had seen some of them before but she couldn't remember where. Also peculiar was that everyone she saw was a woman, and they all looked gorgeous! The strangers that she saw were all attractive and the people she recognized appeared as if they had each gone through a personal makeover, some even gaining noticeably larger busts, hips, or hind-quarters, just like Hilda and her mother had. It was like she woke up and stepped into some shallow, perverted teenager's wet dream, and as mystified as Hilda was by it all, she was really enjoying all the eye-candy. She took mental notes of everyone who was good-looking enough for her to consider having sex with, and by the time she reached the foot of Professor Oak's lab she concluded that she would probably be more than okay with fucking every single person that she saw.
"Maybe this is what happens when you turn sixteen? Your hormones kick into overdrive and everyone suddenly looks extremely fuckable. Or maybe all my sexual fantasizing is starting to mess with my perception. Whatever it is that's happening is freaking bizarre," thought Hilda.
After Hilda knocked on one of the red laboratory doors, a woman's voice immediately answered it.
"Coming!" it said.
Within a moment the door swung open. A tall, tan woman, around five foot ten, with short, styled grey hair stood before Hilda. She sported a white lab coat and though she was probably in her forties or fifties, she wore her age very well and kept herself in great shape.
"Hi there, I'm Hilda and I'm looking for Professor Oak."
The woman looked quizzically at Hilda.
"You need look no further. I am Professor Oak. And I've known you since you were a little child, Hilda. Are you trying to pull my leg?"
"What?" replied Hilda. "No, maybe you're mistaken. I'm looking for the owner of this lab. Are you his sister, possibly? He kind of looks like you except he's a he."
"He? His? Is this some kind of new slang you children are using? Hilda, I'm sorry I don't follow you. If this was supposed to be a joke it flew well over my head."
Suddenly something clicked inside Hilda's brain. All the strangers she saw along the way here were not really strangers. They were female versions of the men who lived in the village. She knew they looked familiar but she couldn't put her finger on why until now.
"So this IS Professor Oak then?" Hilda thought. "Do men even exist here now? Today is just getting weirder by the minute…could I be going insane?"
Hilda thought it best to keep her mouth shut about everything, at least for now. It appeared that it would be fruitless if she spoke anyway; nobody but her seemed to think there was anything unusual happening. If she was losing her sanity, her mind picked a funny way of going about it. What with transforming the whole population into a legion of beautiful women. She couldn't say she felt very different either and if this was all a hallucination, it was extremely vivid.
Hilda laughed nervously.
"Sorry Professor Oak. I guess I'm just anxious about getting my pokemon. I didn't mean to confuse you," lied Hilda.
"That's understandable. A lot of kids get anxiety before they arrive here. You're coming of age and some big changes are ahead of you."
Professor Oak placed a friendly hand along Hilda's back and gently guided her inside.
"Now come, let's get you your pokemon."
Inside, the lab looked the same as it had the night before except all the windows were wide open and now there were two pokeballs resting along the steel table in the center of the room. Each ball was decorated with a small emblem over the button used to activate it: one a green leaf, the other an orange and yellow flame.
"Originally I had three pokemon to select from but another girl got here fifteen minutes ago and snatched up the squirtle for herself," said Professor Oak.
"That's alright. As long as charmander and bulbasaur are still available, I'm happy. I'm still undecided over which one I'll pick," said Hilda. "By the way, who was the other girl? Was it Rosa?"
"Yes, that was her name."
"I figured. It's her sixteenth birthday today too."
"Oh, that's right. Happy birthday!"
"Thanks. We were actually going to walk here together but she was worried I would oversleep. Where is Rosa anyway? She didn't leave already, did she?"
"Oh no, she's still here. She's just getting acquainted with her squirtle in one of the spare bedrooms."
"Oh? That's weird."
"Not really. It's encouraged that new trainer's spend some intimate time alone with their new pokemon, that way they can begin to develop a close relationship with one another straightaway. The most important quality of a successful trainer is that she's able to create deep bonds with each of her pokemon. You should've already known this."
The suggestive way Professor Oak uttered the word intimate perked Hilda's curiosity for a moment before she shrugged it off.
Professor Oak had led Hilda in front of the table with the two pokeballs and positioned herself so that she stood behind the two shiny red and white spheres. She placed her hands against the table's surface and leaned her body slightly over it, shooting Hilda a playful smirk before she spoke.
"So, are you ready to choose your first pokemon?" said the professor.
"Yes! I made my decision, I'm going to go with Charmander!" exclaimed Hilda.
"Wait, don't you at least want to see them first before you choose?"
"Not particularly, a charmander's a charmander right? They all pretty much look the same, don't they?"
"Hilda, maybe your understanding of pokemon is just extremely limited, but it's common knowledge that each species of pokemon can vary drastically from one another. Sure, most charmander have the same orange and yellow skin, but there can be differences in height, hair color, eye color, facial features, body type, and so on."
This was news to Hilda. She had never seen a charmander that wasn't nearly identical to the rest of their species, much less one with hair. She was willing to be proved wrong though. Today was full of surprises and this just seemed like it was going to be another addition to the pile. She snickered to herself as she tried to envision how ridiculous a little charmander would look like with cascading blonde hair.
"Okay, fine then. Show them to me," said Hilda.
With that, Professor Oak grabbed a pokeball in each of her hands and simultaneously pressed their little buttons to release the creatures inside. The pokeballs popped open and two bright red lasers shot out, forming into silhouettes of the beings inside. The silhouettes materialized in less than a second and suddenly standing in front of Hilda were two pokemorphs. The bulbasaur stood five foot two inches tall, the same height as Hilda, with light turquoise skin and emerald green hair done up into a pair of bouncy pigtails. Her eyes were crimson and she wore a short skirt with a cropped halter top, each made up of dark green leaves. Sparsely dotted along her arms and legs were spots of emerald skin and protruding from her upper back was a large leafy bulb. To her left stood the charmander, who was about three inches taller than the grass-type. She had orange skin except for the long yellow cream colored area that started just above her chest and traveled down her abdomen and ended underneath the underside of her slinky five-foot tail at its tip, where a steady flame burned. Her hair was dark red, short, and pixie-like, with long bangs that nearly touched her green eyes. Around her waist was a black mini-skirt, which her tail poked out from underneath, and hiding her chest was a cropped maroon t-shirt adorning a couple suggestive tears that made patches of flesh visible from her pert C cup breasts.
"Girls, meet Hilda. She'll be choosing one of you today to be her new pokemon," said Oak.
"I hope she has better taste than the last girl who was just here," muttered the charmander, crossing her arms over her chest. "Picking a squirtle over me - the little cunt."
"That's Pyra. Don't mind her, she's still miffed Rosa didn't pick her. This is-," said the professor, before the bulbasaur pounced on Hilda, nearly knocking her to floor.
"Oh my gosh! You're the most delectable human I've ever laid eyes on. I'm Delilah! You should totally pick me! I'll love you forever and make you happy and do whatever you want!"
"Erm, hi," was all Hilda was able to muster.
To her surprise, Hilda wasn't as awestruck as she thought she should have been. Baffling changes had been the norm for today, so she figured she was learning to adjust quickly to all the twists. That's not to say she wasn't shocked, anthromorphic pokemon had definitely came out of leftfield; but all things considered, she was handling everything rather well. In fact, HIlda actually enjoyed all the inexplicable things that were happening. It was like her ideal fantasy world was coming to life before her eyes and she was stoked that there were pokemorphs! Her head just felt like it was ready to implode and the overactive bulbasaur chatting away wasn't helping the matter.
"What do you like to do? What's your favorite pokemon? I bet you like bulbasaurs, you look like you have good taste. Wow! You have huge boobs! They look so soft! Mine are tiny compared to yours. You're so pretty! When you pick me, can you teach me how to be as beautiful as you are? You're gonna pick me right?! Right, right, right?!"
Delilah continued ad nauseam before Pyra sneaked over to her side and slid the tip of her tail underneath the Delilah's skirt.
"YEOW!" exclaimed Delilah. The tail's flame had caught fire to her undergarments. "WATER! NOW!"
The bulbasaur turned and made a beeline to the nearest window, vaulting through it and sprinting to the man-made lake Professor Oak had in her backyard.
"I caught that Pyra, that was totally uncalled for," said Oak.
"I disagree. Delilah would have yapped the poor girl's ears off I didn't step in. She gets to learn to take it down a notch or two - or ten," responded Pyra.
"I'm going to see if she's doing okay. Pyra, if you're still here by the end of the day you're in store for some serious discipline tonight."
Pyra grinned.
"I'm always eager to be disciplined by you, Professor."
Hilda thought Pyra was just being cheeky but then she caught the professor returning Pyra's smirk with a brief coquettish smile of her own before exiting the lab and beginning her search for Delilah.
"Don't think I didn't notice that little exchange. There's something going on between you and the professor, isn't there." said Hilda.
"If by that you mean that we fuck each other on the occasional lonely night, you'd be correct. The professor's not really supposed to be doing that with the pokemon she hands out to you new blood though, so keep that information to yourself." replied Pyra.
"Wow! I wasn't expecting you to be so blunt about it."
"I don't tend to mince my words. By the way, you picking me now or what? I wouldn't mind a longer stay with the professor, but I'd rather go tagging along with a pretty thing like you."
Hilda's face reddened at the compliment. She felt put on the spot, plus things were still a bit overwhelming. She was expecting to be choosing between simpler little creatures who could only repeat their names and would depend on her care, not pokemorphs who were independent, intelligent, flirtatious, and promiscuous. She couldn't deny that she felt attracted to Pyra though. She was bold and spunky, qualities she liked, and Hilda thought she looked really sexy and exotic. She imagined what it would be like to spy on a heated session between Professor Oak and Pyra; to watch a real pokemorph fuck a woman and not have to rely on fantasies for once. The lips of Hilda's snatch began to swell as her mind wandered, and she felt her sex grow warm with need.
"Hello? You still there?" said Pyra.
Hilda snapped back to reality, unaware she had spaced out.
"Oh, sorry. Well I was going to pick a charmander and the idea of travelling around with a pokemon who likes to have sex is...intriguing...but I think I'd like to get to know you and Delilah a little more before I make my decision."
Pyra cocked her head and cast Hilda a devious look.
"You can trust me on this one, you already know all you need to about Delilah. She's like a five year old on a permanent sugar rush: energetic, cheery, and annoying. I love her like a sister, but she needs to learn how to shut her trap. I, on the other hand, am a capable fire-type who can take care of herself and bring her opponents to their knees. Also, I know how to serve my master very well on and off the battle field, if you catch my meaning," said Pyra.
Hilda shot a teasing smile back at Pyra.
"Y'know, you're pretty forward for a lab raised pokemon who's probably never set foot outside these grounds. That could get you into trouble someday."
Pyra sauntered over to Hilda, confidently grabbing her by the hands and leaning in next to her face so that Pyra's lips tickled Hilda's ear when she whispered.
“You said you wanted to get to know me better, right? Well then, we shouldn’t waste any time. Follow me,” commanded Pyra, leading Hilda through one of the room’s doors.
As the two walked down the hall Hilda thought she could make out a familiar voice yelp behind one of the doors. 'Rosa?' she thought. She didn't have a chance to investigate with Pyra briskly dragging her along towards an unknown destination. Pyra stopped at a door at the far end of the hallway and popped her head in. She noted a black haired woman with spectacles sleeping on the bed and softly closed the door.
"Occupied," Pyra muttered.
"Where are we going?" asked Hilda.
"Somewhere we won't be bothered," said Hilda, continuing along the hall in search of an empty room.
Hilda was nervous and excited all at once. She was pretty sure she knew what Pyra had in mind, she didn't seem like the kind of creature who would find an empty room just so they could have a chat and share a cup of tea. The way Pyra had looked at her in the lab was like a predator eyeing its prey, and now she was hunting for the room where she would indulge in her feast.
Pyra eventually found a suitable destination and invited Hilda inside before closing the door behind them. It was Professor Oak's study. Layers of wooden bookcases surrounded the room's walls and a large mahogany desk was pushed up against one of the study's windows. In the center was a gold velvet couch standing on an ornate maroon rug.
Hilda had barely a second to take in her surroundings before Pyra pressed her up against the study door and started kissing her mouth. Pyra's hands wasted no time in groping and molesting their way all over Hilda's body: squeezing her sizeable breasts, massaging down her belly, pulling her hips closer, and grabbing her ass. Hilda was still a virgin and had never been the victim of a lover before. She was paralyzed at first, overcome with a deluge of intense emotions, but she adjusted herself quickly. First returning Pyra's kisses, then wrapping her arms around her until eventually Hilda was just as eagerly indulging in her partner's figure and devouring her lips with her own.
Pyra started undressing Hilda now. Flicking off her cap and tearing off her black vest before pulling her white tank top over her head, which forced her huge melons to pour out and jiggle provocatively against her chest. She greedily cupped them in her orange hands, moving them in slow, sensual circles while tenderly pinching her erect pink nipples. Then Pyra removed her own maroon shirt over her head, exposing her more modest but still healthily sized breasts. She leaned in again to kiss Hilda, this time penetrating her mouth with her tongue, while grinding her crotch rhythmically against Hilda so that their cushiony tits pressed up against and massaged each other.
Hilda was enraptured in Pyra's assault; her pussy was getting warmer and warmer by the second, and had started dripping with lust. Pyra's soft breast felt heavenly as they touched and pushed against Hilda's own pair, making her clit grow hard within her shorts. She moaned as Pyra's tongue explored the crevices inside her mouth and danced with Hilda's. The brunette was so consumed with passion that she almost failed to notice the stiffening bulge underneath Pyra's skirt that had been brushing and prodding along her thighs. Hilda instinctively began to reach and feel what it was but stopped when Pyra deflected her hand and pulled her away from the wall. She pushed Hilda into the velvet couch.
"Stay and don't move," ordered Pyra.
Pyra walked over to the desk across from where Hilda sat and turned to face her. Pyra's green eyes met Hilda's stare as she seductively undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles so that her black lace panties were revealed. There was something inside them that was causing the front of her underwear to protrude and as Pyra finally pulled her panties off and let them slide down her legs, a semi-erect pink cock popped out from its hiding place.
Hilda gawked over Pyra's shaft, worshipping it with her eyes. It was fat and long, nearly six inches and not yet fully erect, and seemed to breathe as if it were alive, rising and falling, enticing Hilda to tend to it. This was another revelation for Hilda, futa's were only supposed to exist in her perverse imagination. She wouldn't waste any time even thinking about what had happened between yesterday and today that had transformed her world into an erotic wonderland, though. Pyra's tasty looking girl cock demanded her full attention. She began to remove herself from the couch before Pyra disallowed HIlda by holding out the palm of her hand in the air.
"Not yet. Stay right where you. I want you to watch first," said Pyra.
Hilda reluctantly obeyed. Pyra proceeded to spit in her hand and place it over her shaft, stroking it up and down as she lubricated it with her own dribble. It began to stand taller and prouder until it reached nearly seven and a half inches. Pyra released a moan of pleasure as she continued to stimulate her hardening rod by massaging its tender skin, getting off on her teenage admirer who had unconsciously drifted her hand under her shorts and was massaging her sensitive clit.
"Have you ever sucked cock before?" teased Pyra.
"A million times," Hilda said. "In my dreams."
Pyra giggled.
"But never a real one?" asked Pyra.
HIlda shook her head.
"You're a virgin then, yes? Most girls are until they get their first pokemon. That's another reason why they call us starters," said Pyra. "Would you like me to help you lose it, little girl?"
Although she remained silent, the hunger in Hilda's eyes was the only response Pyra needed.
"Come over here and let me give you a lesson in sucking cock."
Hilda began to get up before Pyra interjected again.
"Don't walk. You have to crawl over like a good obedient slut."
Hilda froze for a moment before slowly falling to her hands and knees. She felt a little annoyed: how Pyra teased her and toyed with her. Hilda secretly wished she was confident enough to be the dominant one and order Pyra around. Besides, Pyra couldn't have been as experienced as she let on. She'd probably only ever fucked with the professor and maybe the other starters. Still, she did a good job of playing the part and as pushy as she was, HIlda couldn't say being depraved this way wasn't turning her on. Pyra looked so erotic pleasuring herself and her thick prick was practically screaming for Hilda to pucker her lips around it. She slinked closer to the erect member, arching her back as she crawled on all fours like a well-trained dog, her large apple bottom swaying hypnotically in the air, barely covered by her skimpy shorts. When her face neared mere inches away from Pyra's dick she paused to admire it. It looked even bigger up close and she felt her cheeks begin to flush from the heat that radiated from it.
"Yes, I know I have a pretty cock, now be a good slut and start sucking."
Before Hilda could respond, Pyra had already forced her shaft in between her's lips. Hilda let it relax on her tongue for a second before gradually working her mouth along Pyra's rod, slowly at first, then gradually increasing her pace. She had never imagined she'd be sucking a real dick like this. Hilda loved them but not on boys, and had often resorted to imagining what it would be like to take one from a sexy futa girl, which before today had only been an unattainable fantasy. Now she was enthusiastically massaging a thick cock with her lips from a horny pokemorph, just like the characters she played as on her roleplaying sites, and Hilda's dripping hot cunt made it apparent she was enjoying every second of it.
Pyra's cock tasted spicy and pulsated with heat, causing Hilda's mouth to water and lubricate it with her saliva. Already it started to leak with pre-cum, making it slide effortlessly in and out of her pursed lips. Hilda freed the cock from her mouth with a pop and took a breath of air before positioning her mouth over Pyra's pussy and slowly slid her tongue over her clit and up the base of her shaft until it danced over its mushroom head, gazing lecherously into Pyra's eyes throughout the whole motion.
"Fuck Hilda, not bad. Now stop teasing me and let me fuck your pretty little mouth again."
Hilda swallowed Pyra's prick again with pleasure. As she sucked away, Hilda started to ease more and more of Pyra's cock into her mouth until she was able to deep throat its whole length. Pyra couldn't take her eyes off Hilda as she enveloped the entirety of her shaft like a pro, sliding her lips back up to its head before making it disappear inside her again. Pyra's pussy grew moist watching the eager teen feast on her member and her pre-cum leaked like a stream, lapped up happily by Hilda's thirsty tongue.
Hilda felt Pyra twitch inside her oral fuck hole, tickling the back of her throat.
"Nnh…shit! I'm getting close!"
'Already?' Hilda thought. She hadn't even taken off her shorts yet but Pyra was teetering at the point of no return. 'What happened to taking care of my virginity?' Before Hilda could protest Pyra seized the back of her head and violently started pumping away into her mouth. Hilda became dizzy as she was face fucked by Pyra's rock hard member to the point that she was practically gagging on it. Pyra's thrusts were getting quicker still and her dick was burning with heat as she reached the brink of her climax.
Suddenly Pyra's tail squeezed around Hilda's back as she let out a loud cry, spearing her erection as far as she could into Hilda's mouth and unleashing her load. Wave after wave of scorching hot spunk shot into her mouth causing it to build in the back of her throat. With Pyra's shaft choking her and a pool of cum still mounting inside her oral cavern, all Hilda could do was swallow it all. When Pyra finally released her, Hilda gasped ravenously for air, coughing and spitting up bits of sperm as she struggled for her breath. Her partner's tongue was hanging slightly out of her mouth and her eyes were closed as she leaned back, letting her body be supported by the desk behind her.
"Wow, you wore me out. You're a natural cum-slut, Hilda; I wasn't expecting to go so fast. Maybe next time I'll let you take it in your cunt-"
Pyra was shoved backwards, falling with her back along the desk. Hilda quickly followed, hopping on the desk and positioning herself so that her legs straddled Pyra's chest.
"You've got to be kidding me. You talk a big game and then you can't even go more than three minutes with an amateur like me? You're pathetic. Like you could really teach me anything about sucking cock? You can't even last long enough to fuck me properly."
Pyra was stunned. She almost didn't recognize Hilda anymore while she demeaned her this way; it was as if she were suddenly possessed by some vindictive spirit. She grew uncomfortable and shameful from Hilda's verbal onslaught. It was true; she really wasn't the sexually confident persona she pretended to play. In fact, this was the first time she had ever had a blowjob; the only other person she had had sex with was the Professor, but Oak was a hermaphrodite too and she would only use her as a cock sleeve, never giving her prick any attention.
"You don't have anything cheeky to say now, do you?" continued Hilda.
Pyra just looked down in silence, avoiding her gaze.
"Unbelievable, you're not even gonna fight back? You really are pathetic. Why would I ever choose a pokemon like you who can't even please her trainer? Here, let me show you how to treat your master!"
Hilda aggressively pulled off her shorts and panties from her awkward position over the fire-type and then rammed her crotch in Pyra's face. Surprised, Pyra released a gasp that was stifled by the pussy smashed up against her lips and squirmed her face underneath Hilda's honeypot. Hilda started to grind her snatch along Pyra's face, bucking her hips as she used it like a living sex toy. Pyra would try to wriggle and struggle from underneath but Hilda countered by applying more pressure, forcing her to remain still. Abusing Pyra's face like this made her feel dominant and powerful, and she took a sort of twisted satisfaction in watching her partner suffocate on her cunny.
"Stick out your tongue so I can fuck it. It's the least you could do after being such a disappointment."
Pyra submissively obliged and penetrated Hilda's vulva.
A low moan escaped Hilda's mouth. She was really getting off on ordering Pyra around and turning her into her personal fuck puppet. The tongue felt warm and slippery as she rubbed it against her lips, eventually adjusting her motion so that it would tickle her clit with each thrust. Once she got into a good rhythm she leaned her arms back against the surface of the desk and arched her back. Hilda's picturesque EE tits bounced in the air tantalizingly as she bucked her curvy hips into Pyra's face, becoming so lost in the act that she started to moan with each thrust.
Hilda's virgin honeypot tasted amazing - like sweet eggnog - and Pyra soon was enthusiastically drinking it up, coaxing more juices from it by working her way along the whole of Hilda's lips. The feeling of shame began to subside from her mind as it was again replaced with lust, this time with her priority on pleasing her partner. With her free hands she began to stroke her still limp cock and massage her own clit as she relished in the view of Hilda's bouncy tits from her perspective underneath her form.
As Hilda continued to ride Pyra's face, an orgasm gradually built inside her walls. It might have just been her imagination but Pyra's tongue felt like it was penetrating her deeper and the sensations of it exploring her walls and teasing her clit were so intense that they forced Hilda to scream out with every breath. Her bucking intensified as well, getting to the point where Pyra had to abandon stimulating herself and grip Hilda's thighs into the ground in order to steady her frantic motions. Feeling Hilda was closing in on her climax Pyra focused her efforts solely on her clit, licking away as if she were dying of thirst. Finally Hilda's hips froze and her whole body became overwhelmed with ecstasy, making her thighs quiver uncontrollably.
All Hilda could do was press deeper against the desk with her hands, elongating her arch ever further as wave after wave of her orgasm forced her body to jolt and contract. She was paralyzed with bliss and Pyra's still busy tongue ensured that she would draw out the experience for as long as possible. It was almost too intense. Hilda had never experienced an orgasm like this before - like every cell of her body was exploding with pleasure - and if she could have produced something aside from the senseless moans and cries of euphoria, she might have demanded that Pyra stop. But she couldn't and so she suffered the orgasm to its end, her body convulsing wildly the entire time.
It had only lasted twelve seconds but it felt like an eternity and when the sensation had finally passed Hilda gracelessly removed her muff from Pyra's face and staggered to the couch before collapsing on it.
"Fuck!" Hilda shouted, her voice sounding muffled with her face pressed into the couch. "Fuck your fucking demon tongue for being so fucking good."
Pyra smiled.
"And you were pissed at me for coming quickly? You didn't last much longer, y'know. And I could have kept going if you didn't spazz out just because you had an orgasm."
"Hey! I wasn't the one pretending to be the cocky, confident sex master you were trying to make yourself out to be. I was the virgn! Still am, no thanks to you and your trigger-happy cock."
Pyra laughed at the teenager whose cute rage was no doubt being fed by the lingering sensations of her intense release.
"Okay I'll admit it; I'm not that much more experienced than you actually. In fact, this was the first time I ever had my dick sucked. The professor is a real dominatrix behind that reserved, scholarly façade of hers and she only ever lets me tend to her cock – it's really frustrating."
"The professor is a futa!? And a domintrix!?" exclaimed Hilda.
"Yep. She's really great at it too and some of her confidence has rubbed off on me I guess, but I'm still a virgin like you – well my penis is anyway."
"Interesting…I wonder if the professor in my world was like that too," Hilda wondered aloud. The picture of the male Professor Oak bending over some nubile young trainer with her hands cuffed and mouth gagged made Hilda snigger to herself.
"The professor in your world?" said Pyra.
"Don't worry about it, maybe I'll tell you more once I've wrapped my head around it myself. Now how are you going to make it up to me for disappointing me before?" said Hilda.
"I could take care of that now, if you like? I'm ready to go another round."
Hilda shook her head.
"I'm spent. How about you give me a nice back massage. If you do that, maybe I'll forgive you and let you be my pokemon," said Hilda, who then winked at Pyra. "No promises though."
Pyra pouted her lips before halfheartedly joining Hilda on the large couch and digging her fingers into her back.
"Fine. But I swear if you choose that ditzy bulbasaur over me my demon tongue is going to torment you for the rest of your life!" said Pyra, shoving her face into the side of Hilda's and playfully started licking away at her cheek.
"EEK! No!" screamed Hilda, giggling as she tried to hide her face from Pyra's pestering tongue. "Okay fine, I'll pick you! Now, stop it!"
Pyra ceased her attack and grinned at her new master before happily continuing her massage.

As always, please comment if you enjoyed it and give me feedback. The chapter went on way longer than I expected and I also wrote my first smut scene! YAY!
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