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Trainer Daphne Gets Bred	By : Spurge_Laurel Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 20936 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Daphne had heard a lot about the Old Chateau hidden deep within Sinnoh’s Eterna Forest. Supposedly it was the most haunted place in the world that was not a cemetery. After the disappointment of the “scary” house on Route 14 back in Kalos, the eager trainer was ready for something a bit more hardcore. Especially if she wanted to be ready to face off against Fantina in Hearthome. There was no better way to get good at battling ghost Pokémon than to practice, just like everything else.

Sinnoh was very different to Kalos, as Daphne discovered. Most obviously it was far colder than all but the area around Snowbelle City. The black haired girl shivered at the thought of having to go to Snowpoint City. She might just quit the Sinnoh challenge after six badges. Eterna was pretty central in the Sinnoh region and already Daphne had to pull out her warmest trench coat dress, leggings, and boots. She would have to buy new clothes if she wanted to go even further north, but all the fashions in Sinnoh were so lame. She wouldn’t be caught dead out of the house in some of the things she’s seen people here wear.

Right off the bat, this dilapidated manor was a whole lot creepier than the stupid house on Route 14. The swamps of Kalos were a tad more intimidating than Eterna Forest, but the chilly air and thick canopy that barely let any light touch the ground definitely created the right sort of atmosphere. Daphne was getting excited. Best part was that since the Old Chateau was abandoned, there would be no one inside demanding a tip from her. She knew she didn’t have to pay them whenever they asked, but Daphne always felt like a bitch if she didn’t tip at least a little bit. Her parents taught her to always be kind to the help. That’s how you stay ahead, as her father always said.

Daphne pushed open the double doors, impressed at how well the high quality wood has held up even without maintenance. The red color, distinctive to mahogany, was also quite fetching against the black walls of the villa. She was greeted by a quite stylish entry hall, though the decor was egregious out of style. Two staircases boxed in a door on the ground floor directly across from the entrance, which Daphne assumed led to the grand dining hall where the old owners would entertain guests. The stairs themselves were rather disappointing, completely straight and the banisters covered in dust. Clearly no one had cleaned her for years.

She walked towards the right hand staircase, intent on exploring the second level. She had seen several banquet halls in Kalos and she wasn’t expecting the one her to impress. When she put her foot on the first step, it creaked loudly and a chill ran down Daphne’s spine. Did it suddenly just get a whole lot colder? The blue eyed girl hugged herself, rubbing her upper arms to try and generate some heat. She thought she saw movement in the corner of her eye, but when she turned there was nothing there. Feeling distinctly unnerved, but enjoying the fear in a twisted way, Daphne climbed the stairs, wanting to go deeper into the manor. Each step creaked as she put her weight on it, and some she could actually feel the boards snap slightly. She’d have to take the other staircase down.

At the top of the staircase was a door, and there was also one to her left directly above the door to the dining chamber as well as one opposite the other staircase. Daphne figured she may as well start with the room before her and walked in, eyes scanning her surroundings since she was sure she was being watched. She ended up rather happy with her decision when she realized she had found the library. Several bookshelves occupied the room, each stacked neatly with a wide array of books. It was evident that these books were all quite old from their faded covers and peeling colours, but when Daphne took one off a shelf and cracked it open, the pages didn’t crumble to dust which was a good sign.

The trained wondered just how much knowledge had been left here, forgotten and left to rot. She’d have to look through all these books, there might be some worth taking. Not like anyone would miss one of these old volumes anyways. As she browsed the shelves, a little black book on the floor caught her attention. It looked like someone’s journal, and as Daphne picked it up she realized she used to keep one pretty similar to it. She moved the band holding it shut to the side and opened to a random page. Blank. She flipped through all the pages and they were all similarly blank. Except for one.

On it was a short and poorly scrawled note. Daphne could barely make out the letters. "Som...hing so pecu...r shou... make off ...ith the mot..." was her best attempt at a translation. A meaningless statement. Daphne shook her head in disappointment and dropped the book, kicking up a small cloud of dust. She turned back to the bookshelves but something was in her way.

“Aah!” Daphne shrieked and jumped back in shock. A Haunter floated before her, grinning sinisterly as its disembodied hands flexed. Before she could gather her thoughts, Haunter swung forward with a Shadow Claw, making the trespasser wince as she expected to end up dead within the next few seconds. To her surprise, the attack never hit her, instead passing right by her skin, so close that the flesh of her chest was tickled. She looked down to see her trench coat dress and bra fall to the ground in ribbons.

Outraged, Daphne reached inside her purse for one of her Pokéballs, but the bag was torn off her shoulders with inhuman strength. Two new purple hands grabbed her arms and held them firmly behind her back, leaving her to struggle futilely as Haunter came in for another Shadow Claw. Her black leggings quickly shared the same faith as her dress, leaving the trainer in just her painties, socks, and riding boots.

“Let go of me! What do you think you’re doing?! I said, let go!”

The ghostly duo did not listen to her demands, the Gengar behind her pulling tighter on her arms, making her pull back her shoulders and push her breasts forward right into the hungering gaze of Haunter. The Pokémon opened his mouth wide and took both her tits into his enormous gob at once. His pointed teeth like features dug into her soft breasts, but it was not painful like Daphne had imagined it would be. Then Haunter’s large tongue started to play. First it teased her nipples, wide enough to hit both at the same time, the strange appendage not feeling like anything Daphne had previously experienced. Then it coiled around each breast individually and squeezed, milking her like one would the udders of a Milktank.

Daphne threw her head from side to side, trying to deny the pleasure that was spreading from her chest throughout her body. She didn’t like this. This was wrong. But she couldn’t help the weak gasp that escaped her lips when Haunter squished her breasts together with his tongue so that her sensitive nipples rubbed against each other, and then slid the end of his tongue down the valley of her cleavage in a depraved mockery of a titjob. Gengar cackled in her ear and Daphne’s face went red from embarrassment.It wasn’t her fault that her body naturally reacted to such stimulation.

While the woman was distracted by Haunter’s ministrations of her breasts, his hands had floated down to her waist and started to gently tug down her panties without her notice. She definitely noticed it though when she felt a large finger start to tease her entrance, spreading her lips and rubbing her clit. Daphne was brought crashing down out of her haze, her hopes that this wouldn’t go any further dashed. Haunter kept suckling at the entirety of her bosom while she began to plead, unable to do anymore with Gengar holding her inplace so strongly.

“Please no. Don’t. Stop. I don’t want this, plea-Aaah!”

Daphne didn’t get to finish as one of Haunter’s thick fingers slid inside of her, slipping in easily despite her virgin tightness. She could feel her walls spread around him, and an uncomfortable pressure started to grow at her loins, but it didn’t hurt. Haunter’s finger explored her insides while his tongue had its way with her tits. There was simply too much going on for her to maintain her focus. All these intimate new emotions rushed through her and Daphne didn’t know what to think. Then she felt something rest on her ass, something long and hard, with its base just below her rounded cheeks and the tip poking into the small of her back, dripping some icy liquid that followed the contour of her curves before falling to the floor at her feet.

Gengar cackled once more, and though she had never been in such a situation before, Daphne knew that it was his cock that he was rubbing up against her. She shivered, in part from the cold, not helped by Gengar’s frigid precum, and in part from what she knew was coming next. Haunter had gotten her pussy ready and now Gengar was going to fuck her without mercy. She tried to mentally prepare herself, and was frightened by how large a part of her wasn’t dreading the oncoming penetration.

Haunter pulled his finger out of her womanhood and released her breasts, her chest heaving and coated in a strange, purple saliva. The floating hands then grabbed her legs by the calves and lifted, spreading her into a splits and bending her in half so her feet hung above her head. It was a degrading position, her entire body exposed to the leering Pokémon, and Daphne felt shame and excitement course through her veins in equal measure. She expected Haunter to immediately return to his abuse of her tits, but he surprised her by sinking down so his mouth was level with her cunt and let his big tongue hang out. Then she felt Gengar back off a little, his grip not relaxing, so he could reangle his cock, his tip finding her hole. But it wasn’t the hole Haunter was staring at. The head of Gengar’s penis was pressing up against her puckered anus, lubing her up with its chilly precum.

“No!” Daphne screamed, clenching as hard as she could. She had never seen that her asshole as a sexual place, and was now honestly afraid. She had felt how big Gengar’s dick was when he was grinding it on her. If he stuck that gargantuan rod in her rectum there was no way she could remain unchanged. As if to make things more complicated, Haunter slipped his tongue into her pussy, painlessly passing her hymen and stretching her out before reaching her cervix. Daphne gasped at the feeling, unable to help how her muscles turned into jello. Gengar took advantage of the state Haunter put her in and pushed the head of his cock past her sphincter.

Now being double teamed by two eager ghost Pokémon, there was little Daphne could do but give in. She rested her back against Gengar and let her head rest on his shoulder, just looking up at the ceiling as waves of incredible feelings washed over her. Haunter’s gaseous tongue rapidly found all her weakspots, and had no trouble working them all at once. With extraordinary control, Haunter could make the gas in one small section of his tongue spin rapidly, and he pressed these spinning pockets against her folds to create a mimicry of the act of thrusting without ever taking his tongue out of her warm insides. Haunter just kept working in deeper, her cervix no barrier to him as he tasted her womb.

Meanwhile Gengar was slowly worming his cock into her ass; his wintry precum juxtaposed perfectly with the heat of her anus, bringing her more pleasure from the cool feeling and easing his journey through the tight tunnel. Everytime he got another hefty inch inside of her, Daphne would gasp at the uncomfortable expansion, but her groans quickly turned into moans as she got used to the penetration and the pleasure kept building. Gengar really knew what he was doing, giving her time to adjust, taking his time, his red eyes focused on her slack face and grin taking over most of his body.
Daphne thought she was seeing things when purple patches appeared in the air around them, but then the iconic black sphere of a Gastly formed in each patch and the trainer realized these must be the other denizens of this mansion. She followed them with her eyes as they floated about the room, unable to do much else with her limbs bound and holes treated to such intense perversion. The unevolved Pokémon drifted around, watching the action intently, but seemingly content with their voyeurism. Daphne was glad. She didn’t think so could handle that much more going on. And it was exciting in a way to be watched by the Gastlys, like it somehow made what was happening to her even more taboo. She wasn’t sure why she was now excited by the taboo, but an ignored thought in the dark recesses of her mind asserted she had always been that way.

Gengar’s cock was so deep inside of her by this point that it felt like he had gotten into her intestines and was fucking her stomach from her rear. The cursed Pokémon was surprisingly gentle, however, and seemed to enjoy drawing breathy gasps and drawn out moans from Daphne more than anything else. When he found a particularly sensitive spot of hers he would grind into it, gyrating his hips against her ass, but he always moved on just as the nerves began to get sore as if he could read her discomfort.

But Gengar was only one half of the equation. From her front, Haunter’s tongue continued to chart out the entirety of her uterus while his hands slid up her legs to take off her boots and socks. Still holding her up, the floating Pokémon’s hands began to play with her feet, one clawed finger running down the sole of each foot, causing her toes to curl. When her gaze drifted down towards him and he caught her eyes, Haunter winked at her before triggering her first orgasm not from masturbation in her life. His tongue had found the entrances of her fallopian tubes and split into two, one thing tendril going down each. When the wispy threads of gas found her ovaries and gently tweaked them, Daphne couldn’t hold back. She exploded, gushing all over Haunter’s grinning face, her ass squeezing down so tight on Gengar’s cock that he was stuck even with his own gaseous nature.

Daphne threw her head back, screaming out her pleasure with no regard how debased she now looked. She knew there was no other human in the chateau, and none would come as the residents of Eterna City feared this place. The only ones who could see and hear her were the very Pokémon who reduced her to this state and the watching Gastlys. She no longer felt any shame, she just wanted to be taken to greater and greater heights.

When she came too, she noticed Gengar’s normally fearsome stare had some elements of concern in it. Concern for her. She grinded her ass against him to let him know she was okay and ready for more. Twin smiles spread across their faces. Daphne turned back to Haunter to see him also gazing up at her with an expression she couldn’t read, his face too alien. She flashed her smile at him, and it must have reassured him in some way because she then felt him resume his massage of her deepest parts, causing her to gasp. Gengar also restarted his deliberate infiltration of her guts.

One Gastly floated towards her face, and Daphne wished her arms were free so she could reach out to pet it. In her debauched mind, the floating ball looked so cute. During one of her long moans ripped from her by the combined efforts of Haunter and Gengar, Gastly quickly shoved itself into her mouth, stretching her jaw wide open before slipping down her throat, bulging out her neck as the orb dropped into her stomach. As the last bits of purple gas entered her through her mouth and nose, Daphne took a desperate breath of air and looked down at her belly where the impression of Gastly was just barely noticeable. Though a large Pokémon, since it was just free floating gas and not even that much, Gastly had no problem compressing itself to fit in her stomach.

The trainer was trying to figure out what the ghost intended when she felt it deposit something in her stomach. It then started to journey back up her esophagus, causing her to choke and sputter as Gastly came up her throat and out into the room. Before she could recover, another Gastly took its place, diving down her gullet to plant a small sphere in her stomach. It was on the third such occasion that Daphne realized what was happening. These Gastlys were all females, and they were laying their eggs inside of her. But that meant-!

Another Gastly down the hatch and another egg safely implanted in her stomach, now starting to swell from the sheer number, when Daphne’s fears were realized. Gengar exploded inside of her, his even colder cum surging into rectum with such force that it made its way to her stomach, successfully fertilizing the eggs there. The lewdness of the situation overcame her rational mind and brought her to her own orgasm while Haunter lapped up all her juices. She would have moaned, but the Gastlys did not stop their egg insertion train, extending her orgasm as her stomach filled up from both ends and leaving her breathless.

Daphne’s stomach was slowly expanding, a rounded bump forming due to the combined volume of the Gastly eggs and the Gengar semen that flowed between them. The only sounds she could make were wet gurgles as the Gastlys leaving her stomach dragged some of the cum with them up her throat. Her whole body felt cold, like a giant ice cube set up shop in her insides. But unlike the cold of Sinnoh, this was a good kind of cold. The kind of cold that brought pleasant relief as opposed to a biting chill. Hours passed by as Gastlys from all over the villa came to dump their progeny within her, Gengar never stopping his flood of her intestines to make sure he fertilized them all. Meanwhile, Haunter kept her cumming over and over with his masterful tongue work all around her uterus and on her own eggs. Her eyes went blank and unseeing as the stimulation proved to be too much for her inexperienced mind and body.

The next day saw Daphne back in her hotel room in Eterna City, sitting in the bathtub and staring solemnly down at her bloated abdomen. Once every Gastly had seeded her, Gengar and Haunter had let her go. Not that she had been in the proper state of mind to leave at that point, shaking and shivering on the ground as if having a stroke, still wracked by phantom pleasures and leaking Gengar jizz from her mouth and winking anus. Even though she had been fucked for hours by such a large tongue and cock, her holes did not lose their virgin tightness, perhaps due to the gaseous nature of the Pokémon who had dominated her so completely.

Eventually she had managed to recover, her brain regaining cognitive functions. She found her handbag beside her, thankfully undamaged, and quickly put on her socks and boots. Unfortunately those were the only clothes of hers that were salvageable.Aerodactyl looked at her in concern when she summoned him outside the chateau, but he managed to sneak her back to town and onto the roof of her hotel from where she quickly ran to her room without anyone seeing her.

The Gastly eggs grinded on each other within her, floating in the sperm that slowly trickled out her ass and down her legs, no matter what she did to try and stop it. Daphne wasn’t sure what to do. There was no way she could go out like this. None of her clothes would fit over her baby belly, and everyone in Eterna knew her because she had just defeated Gardenia a few days ago. People don’t just get nine months pregnant and ready to pop in a couple days. If anyone learned of what had happened to her, her career would be over. So how was she going to get those eggs out of her.

The decision was taken out of Daphne’s hands when she felt her whole stomach start to shake. The eggs were wiggling. They were hatching inside of her. Something was coming out. More fluid dribbled from her ass, the white of Gengars cum mixing with a purplish blue liquid. Her paunch grew even larger as the Gastlys escaped their eggs and expanded. Soon she felt like she had to poop, something traveling down her chute, spreading open her tight hole to reveal a small Gastly. Daphne had no time to marvel at her firstborn as more kept coming, some even climbing up her throat to be birthed out her mouth.

The Ghasltys exited her two at a time, with some particularly impatient ones doubling up and spreading her holes wide since they didn’t want to wait their turn. Once out, the little balls of gas floated around the hotel bathroom, playing amongst themselves and watching as Daphne continued to give birth. There was easily two score or three dozen of them, though Daphne lost track after her first orgasm made her miss a few. When they were finally all out, she lay panting in the bathtub, unable to do much more, her body exhausted from such an intense experience humans were not supposed to have.

A Gastly floated down to here, sending her a worried glance. Daphne gave her child a tired smile and raised her hand to pat it on the head. The floating sphere pushed up into her hand, a big grin spreading across Gastly’s face. The rest immediately floated down to, pushing and shoving each other to try and get her attention on them alone. Daphne couldn’t help but laugh. These were her children. And wasn’t that a mind trip. She had never really desired kids before, whiny little poop machines that ate away at their parents’ life force. But her Gastlys were different. They were so cute and eager, and clearly loved her so much. And best of all they were self sufficient.

Daphne knew what the ghosts of the haunted house had done to her. No life could come from unlife. To propagate their species, they needed a living host to bring warmth, otherwise their eggs would remain inert no matter how well fertilized. And though it had started as rape, there was no denying Daphne had enjoyed it. The sex was amazing. Haunter and Gengar could do things to her that no man could ever match. And then being heavy laden with eggs, giving birth to a new generation of Gastlys, there was a sense of fulfilment there that Daphne had never felt when doing anything else. Even when she had defeated Diantha for the title of Kalos Champion.

Having spent most of her childhood moving from place to place and then her adolescence traveling as a Pokémon trainer, Daphne had never set down roots anywhere. But finally, it felt like she had found somewhere she could belong. She grabbed as many of her children as she could in a big hug and whispered shakily, “We’re going home.”

She needed a day to recover, but once she regained her strength Daphne went straight back to Eterna Forest. She made sure to leave at a time of low wind so that her Gastly entourage would not get blown away, the locals whispering to each other as they watched her pass by. That day a new rumor started of the ghost whisperer Pokémon trainer from Kalos.

A heavy knocking sound broke the eerie quiet of the forest, as the woman stood before the heavy mahogany doors, her many children hiding behind her. With a creak, one of the doors slowly opened, revealing no one there. But Daphne knew better. She stepped to the side so the Gastlys were visible and said, “I’m back. Please take good care of me.”

The shadows of the house coalesced into two dark forms, and the grinning visages of Haunter and Gengar became visible. They motioned inside and Daphne stepped in, her own smile unwavering as she asked for a tour of her new home.

And so Daphne became the new lady of the Old Chateau. She moved in, having bought the manor for much less than it was worth as nobody else wanted to live in such a haunted place. Her savings from her victory over the Kalos League were substantial enough to grant her a life of relative comfort even with her retiring so young. At first people were saddened by such a promising trainer leaving the public scene, but they soon moved on to other rising stars and Daphne faded into history.

She did not care what the outside world thought of her, because at her estate Daphne was monarch, matron, and mother all rolled up into one. The ghosts treated her with a reverence, fulfilling every single one of her desires without complaint, and in turn she let them do to her body as they wished.

Even after renovation, no one approached the house, the horror stories surrounding it only getting worse. After all, only a really tortured soul could moan and scream so loudly at all hours of day.
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