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Pokemon: Ultra Slut Nuzlocke Edition	By : JoanieBirb Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 47042 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Entirely unaware that her mother was quite possibly engaged in the creation of a sibling for her on the kitchen floor, Althea started to wander around outside. The sun had, thankfully, started to go down and the heat had begun to drop to comfortable levels but all of this outside stuff was … bleh.
Not her style, that’s for sure. Given the chance, she’d rather be in her room with the lights off and her copy of Lucy Lickitung’s Lesbian Lovers playing on her laptop.
Sadly, she was instead outside - okay, knowing where the local shop is was a good idea, and she’d found that pretty quickly, but the house door had been locked and her mother hadn’t answered her knocking, so she’d gone back, bought herself a drink and started to wander.
There were some nice views, she had to admit, such as the blonde cutie in the shabby house on the beach who apparently liked to lie around reading in her room naked, with seemingly no idea that her windows let people up here overlooking the beach watch pretty easily.
Either that or she did know and just liked being watched.
Still, a glimpse of small boobs and an admittedly quite nice ass wasn’t enough to occupy Althea for long, and she wandered off again after a little while.
She knew better than to go too far off the road, you didn’t get to reach her age without learning that but, as she leaned over a wooden fence to watch the sea, she was made abruptly aware that at least one of the local pokemon didn’t follow the usual rules. Pokemon were meant to stay in the caves, long grass and trees, and humans stayed in the wide open areas, but the furry thing that had jumped up onto her back was several feet away from the nearest patch of grass.
And, rather more importantly to Althea, the impact of its body colliding with her back had caused her feet to slip on the grass beneath her feet, dropping her down to her knees. She took hold of the fence to try and pull herself back to her feet but quickly stopped as the pokemon on her back hissed threateningly in her ear.
Whatever it was, it had sharp claws that dug painfully in her shoulders and, rather more worryingly, clawed at her shorts until the cloth gave way and was ripped aside. While she was happy that she wouldn’t end up as one of those stories of a kid killed by angry pokemon, the sharp, point thing that started to enthusiastically stab at her now-bare ass made it clear that she was in an entirely different sort of peril.
The pain as the pokemon’s cock finally found and forced its way into her butthole made Althea whimper, gripping the fence tightly.
So, was this it? Was this her fate? To be dragged off by a wild pokemon, to be turned into a living fleshlight for possible dozens of creatures? Was she going to be repeatedly bred and … and why wasn’t she being violated any more?
With an odd little bit of disappointment, Althea pushed her even more perverted than usual thoughts aside and looked back over her shoulder.
The pokemon that had been about to take her ass, a long, brown and yellow furry thing quite unfamiliar to the girl, hissed as it slunk away from a second pokemon, a round and rather cute brown and green bird.
After her would-be rapist had left, the bird fluttered over to land on the fence and coo concernedly at her.
“O-oh. You … saved me,” Althea said, both faintly dazed from the whole experience and just slightly disappointed that her virginity was still intact.
At least that pokemon hadn’t been like the boys in school - far more interested in her mother than in her, the bastards - but still, after nineteen years she wanted that damn cherry to get popped already.
“Thanks,” She said, patting the bird pokemon on what she had thought was its stomach until it gave an awkward hoot of surprise and she felt a little hard point poke into her palm. It didn’t, she note, pull away from her, though.
“I should give you a little reward for saving me,” she purred, smiling at the nervous, shy way the pokemon shifted as she started to stroke the base of what she was increasingly sure was his cock. Her other hand stroked the back of the round pokemon, incidentally, holding it in place as its cock emerged from between his feathers.
It was, obviously, not even remotely similar to a human cock - at least the pictures that Althea had seen of human dicks, since this was the first male of any species she’d actually gotten a good look at in person - a short triangular wedge of sensitive-looking pink flesh that widened out quite dramatically over its short length.
Meeting the pokemon’s eyes, she lightly trailed a finger up the lower corner of his cock, feeling a rather delicious if odd sensation as he shivered under her touch and stopped struggling, although the pokemon’s wing still tried to cover his sex.
“That’s right,” she whispered, stroking back down the pokemon’s length. “Just give in. Give up. Let me take you.” She wasn’t entirely sure why, but she found herself licking her lips at the increasingly submissive look in the pokemon’s eyes. “You - and this -” her finger circled around the moist tip of the bird’s cock. “Belong to me now, don’t they?”
With a quiet, affirmative little chirp, the pokemon let its wing fall away and, suddenly turned on beyond belief, Althea decided to stick her new toy’s cock in the first hole she could get it to, which turned out to be her mouth.
The taste was rich and salty, but also … she wasn’t sure how to describe it, even to herself. It had a very faint taste to it that was almost like the taste of the way that freshly cut grass smelled, or at least that was her best attempt at putting it into words.
Her tongue, rather clumsily given her complete lack of experience, roamed over the pokemon’s cock, taking in its unique taste and shape for a while before she slid her lip back up from the base of it to look up at the pokemon’s face and his wonderfully helpless look of pleasure.
Humming to herself, Althea smiled around the bird’s member at the way his face twisted up in almost painful-looking levels of pleasure, and took it all back into her mouth, now slowly working her mouth up and down along the small pokemon’s short length as her tongue circled, swirled and stroked over his dick, seeking out the spots that caused those cute little sounds of pleasure to grow stronger.
While she pleasured her new pokemon - she hadn’t caught it yet, sure, but they both know that he belonged to her now - her hand was between her thighs, her torn panties pulled aside as she rubbed and fingered herself with all of the enthusiasm and skill of a longterm virgin.
Before she had reached her own climax, though, the pokemon seemed to vibrate in her mouth before something thick and sticky was abruptly shot into the back of her throat, causing Althea to cough and splutter as she removed her mouth from the pokemon’s cock and her hand from her pussy.
By the time Althea had gotten her coughing fit under control and wiped the birdcum off of her lips and chin, she was made very glad that she’d been made to stop when she had. After all, if she hadn’t been delayed, she’d be sat on the pokemon right now, seeing how good that little dick of his felt in her cunny.
Instead, she heard the sounds of someone making their way up the path and had the time to pull her ruined shorts back up from between her ankles before the newcomer spotted her.
“Ah, so that’s where Rowlet went,” the man said. “And you are?” He asked, looking over Althea’s disheveled state in a way that made her blush for some reason.
“Al-althea,” was her stammered reply. “I just moved here, and was looking around - and staying out of the grass! - when this brown and yellow thing jumped on me and -” She gestured with her hands as she tried to explain the situation in a way that didn’t make her look like a pervert, even though she was quite aware that she very definitely was one.
At the mention of the brown and yellow pokemon, though - and the sight of how her shorts fell down, the claw marks made in them standing out clearly - he looked concerned. “That brown and yellow pokemon,” he asked. “Did it …?”
It took a moment for Althea to realise just what he was leaving unsaid in his question and shook her head. Absently, she noted with a small amount of amusement that the Rowlet had apparently fallen asleep very quickly after cumming in her mouth, and was now leaning against the fence as he rested.
“This … Rowlet, you said? He saved me before the other pokemon could … that.” She replied. “Is … is he yours? I don’t mean to be rude but could … could I …” The stress of the last few minutes and the rather conflicted mess of emotions it had caused seemed to be kicking in now, especially the thought of how different the reality of a certain fantasy was and how close she had come to it. Also, it was a bit cooler now, which Althea tried to convince herself was why she was shaking.
For some reason, her voice was enough to wake the sleeping pokemon, who gave a tired little hoot and waddled over to give her a reassuring little nuzzle before he went back to sleep on her lap.
“If you could keep Rowlet?” The man said with a kind smile. “He seems to like you and I think you’ll feel better with a pokemon you can trust around so, yes.” He paused. “Actually, would you be Althea Hawthorn, by any chance? You said you just moved here, and I was asked by her mother to see if I could arrange for her to get a pokemon.”
There had been, Althea was sure, also some comment about it getting her out of the house by her mother, but this news was so good that she didn’t mind in the slightest. Hell, this even made up for when she was seventeen and found the only boy she’d ever gotten to ask her out with his head between her mother’s thighs.
Happily, she cuddled her sleepy new Rowlet up against her chest.
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