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Pokemon Sword Sheath	By : Scrying Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 1409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“HEY!” The shrill voice caught the attention of the two cousins, both of them turning their heads lazily in the direction of the shout.
Standing across from them on Route 20 was a young man around their age, dressed in an orange sleeveless shirt and a pair of black shorts. A matching orange cap was twisted around backwards on his head. In his right hand, brandished towards the dup, was a Pokéball.
In the middle of the dirt road, the three bodies stood. A small breeze passed through the area as Rosa and Hilda both stared at the young man, not a word spoken between them. Both stared down the Pokéball for a moment. The young man dropped his stance, letting out a groan.
“Are you two new to this?” He groaned.
“Does he not know who I am?” Hilda asked in a quiet tone, turning towards Rosa.
“What do you want?” Rosa asked, ignoring her cousin’s comment.
“Oh my Arceus,” Hilda hung her head, putting it into her hands.
The young man’s face was now completely in shock at the question. He stood up straight, jaw slack in surprise, “I-... I’m challenging you to a Pokémon battle! A-are you two not trainers or something?”
“We are,” Hilda let out an exasperated sigh, placing her hands on her triple-extra wide, shelf-like hips, “Forgive tits-for-brains here, she’s new.”
“Well, then I’ll crush you,” The young man grinned, shifting his attention to the bottom-heavy former champion.
“Doubt that,” Hilda replied with a bored look on her face, “Listen… My cousin needs experience in actual battles. You should spar with her.”
“Hell no,” The young man declared, “I’m not looking to be anyone’s first time.”
Hilda rolled her eyes, clicking her tongue against her teeth. Rosa looked back and forth between her older (shorter) cousin and the young man. Her hand was on her tote bag, gripping the straps tightly and pushing it up against her gargantuan bust, “I… I can try. How hard could it be?”
“Your Snivy has no battle experience,” Hilda replied.
“I can do it, Hilda,” Rosa insisted, her voice suddenly more stern.
The former champion put her hands up, “Alright, alright, take care of it then.”
Hilda stepped backwards, moving out from behind Rosa’s view. The young man stepped up, a grin on his face as he studied Rosa’s busty body. The top heavy whore began to fish around in her bag for Snivy’s ball. While she did that, Hilda stood behind her and out of sight from Rosa, got the trainer’s attention. The bottom heavy slut made a series of lewd gestures, flashing the young man her massive ass, swallowing up her thong-like jean shorts. No words were exchanged - not wanting to let Rosa in on what was happening - but the message was clear.
“Throw the match and I’ll suck your dick.”
The young man’s cock slammed against the inside of his black shorts, rigid with desire. He licked his lips, feeling his heart pounding in his chest like a wardrum. His grip on his Pokéball tightened with resolve. Never more determined in his life to lose.
“Alright!” Rosa declared, pulling out Snivy’s Pokéball confidently, “Let’s do this!”
She tossed it forward, summoning her starter.
“Go! Patrat!” The young man declared. The normal-type Scout Pokémon emerged, staring down the grass starter. “Use Leer!”
The normal type narrowed its gaze, unnerving Snivy.
“Ignore it, Snivy! Use… uhhh … Tackle?” Rosa declared. To her surprise, her starter did just that, hitting Patrat hard, knocking it off its feet.
“Good job! Follow it up with another Tackle!” Rosa ordered. Another direct hit. Patrat was down, unconscious. The young man returned the normal type to the ball.
“Good fight,” He nodded, eyes shifting over to Hilda with a grin on his face. Hilda nodded, keeping a neutral expression on her face, hands crossed in front of her flat chest.
“Thanks!” Rosa declared, returning Snivy to his ball as well, “I … I think you pay me now, right?”
“Yeah,” He nodded. His hand fished into his pocket, pulling out a loose wad of PokéYen, “Eighty sound like enough?”
“Totally,” Rosa replied, plucking the money from his hand.
“Good work,” Hilda stated, “But your Snivy is still weak.” Rosa frowned at the words. “Go up the road and get into ten fights and win. Either trainers or wild Pokémon. I’ll catch up in a minute.”
Rosa grunted, “What? Why?”
“Because I’m your trainer, now do what I tell you,” Hilda replied sternly. Rosa moaned, but moved off as Hilda ordered. The former champion and the young man both watched as Rosa shuffled up the road, waiting a moment for her to disappear.
“Good battle, right?” He grinned at her.
Hilda sighed, “I’m realising that she probably would have had that. But … At least I’m getting some fun out of this. What’s your name?”
“Terrell,” He replied, “Friends call me Terry. You?”
“Hilda,” Hilda informed him, “Hilda Blackburn.”
His jaw went slack, “No…”
Hilda reached into the front pocket of her black vest, as the “pockets” on her shorts were just for show. She produced a small wallet and flipped it open, revealing the Trainer I.D. inside.
A wide grin appeared on Terrell’s face. “Well, look at that. The former champion of Unova is gonna suck my cock. I guess losing has its benefits.”
Hilda swallowed her pride at the “former champion” comment. She tucked her stuff away and dropped to a squat. The fold of her legs over themselves further accentuated just how bottom-heavy she was. Her snatched waist wasn’t nearly as wide as either of her titanic thighs, which spread out when pressed against her calves. Terrell let out a sigh of pleasure at the sight, his cock rigid in his pants. The former champion wasted no time, reaching forward and pulling down the hem of his shorts. Freeing itself from behind the cloth was a nine inch cock, quite thick too, like a thin soda can. Hilda’s hand wrapped around the turgid shaft, stroking him from base to tip. The bottom heavy whore wet her lips and leaned forward, sealing her lips around his spongy head. Terrell lifted his shift, keeping it off his cock as Hilda began to bob her head up and down the girthy cock.
His dick was covered in a thick layer of spittle as Hilda wrapped her tongue around the shaft, pressing her pink appendage into his throbbing veins. Terrell hissed as pleasure coursed through his veins like blood. He began to lightly thrust, meeting Hilda’s rapid head movements. The bottom heavy whore was effortlessly deep throating him; pressing her soft lips up against his pubic bone and holding herself there. Her tongue slithered out when she did this, lapping at his nuts. She could practically taste how full they were. Her nipples were rigid on her chest, clear to see as they pushed against the breezy material that her white top was made from. In between her thunderous thighs, a small, damp spot was forming. The taste was making her head swim, as was the smell. Every breath from the former champion was filling her lungs with the scent and musk of the hard cock before her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gorged herself on the meal before her.
“Damn, I see how you became champ,” Terrell commented. His cock bucked inside her mouth, pressing up against the inside of her oral cavity. The cock grew thicker for a moment as a shot of pre-cum squeezed itself from his bulbous tip. The shot of pre-seed slammed into the back of Hilda’s throat, making her gag from the impact before it fell into her stomach. Her hands were now on Terrell’s thighs, holding onto him for stability as she continued to bob her head up and down his cock. She hollowed out her cheeks, coiling her tongue around the cock to lather it in spittle and praise. Small moans of pleasure escaped the former champion’s mouth, muffled by the girthy protrusion around which her lips were sealed. Spittle was running down her chin, mixing with the pre-cum that was leaking from the cock head and being spread by her tongue.
Hilda swallowed hard, constricting her throat around the tip that managed to get all the way down there when she deep-throated him. She held herself there for several seconds. Terrell grunted. His hands came forward. One of them wrapped around Hilda’s ponytail, spilling out the back of her baseball cap. He gave it a hard yank, but Hilda stayed put, holding herself up against his base. Another shot of pre-cum erupted from his tip, spraying itself straight into her stomach. Hilda swallowed diligently, looking up at Terrell with Deerling-like eyes, glazed over with submissive lust.
“Shit,” He grunted, his grip on her ponytail tightening. Hilda felt his nuts contract, dragging up against her chin. A moment later, his cock exploded inside her mouth, sending a massive torrent of cum straight into her stomach. It was far from the endless gallons of burning hot breed seed that her Emboar could pump out. But it was still enough for the former champion to consider it a “full meal”. She swallowed every last drop, not letting any of it spill from her lips as he pissed his load of ball batter straight into the former champion’s stomach. Spittle was hanging from Hilda’s chin as she slowly withdrew herself from the cock head, using her tongue to spit shine the flaccid dick retreating from her mouth. Terrell’s grip on her hair was now quite weak, reeling from what had been a very strong orgasm. The dick tip escaped her lips, connected only by a few strands of saliva.
“C-can I get your Xtransceiver?” Terrell asked, a wide smile on his face.
Hilda chuckled, “No.” She wiped the spittle and pre-seed off her lips with the back of her hand, taking a moment to then suck it off her skin, enjoying the chaser. She got to her feet. “Thanks for dinner.”

They reached the Floccesy Ranch just before sundown. It was a large area, known for raising livestock. Rosa Whitley recalled visiting it once during a school trip when her age was still a single digit. They stared up at the simple banner, strung up between two massive logs of wood.
“This is where Alder is?” Rosa questioned, raising a confused eyebrow.
“He’s an enigma sometimes,” Hilda replied.
The two cousins entered the ranch, finding no security whatsoever. They moved towards the series of large buildings that sat a few dozen yards from the entrance. The fields were fenced in, sitting to the left of the entrance. To the right was the Floccessey River. To their surprise, it seemed as though no one was home. In the distance, they could see some field hands with the many, many Mareep that were raised here for their wool.
“So … any idea how to find Alder?” Rosa asked.
Before she could get an answer, the cousins heard a shout. They both swung their heads around to find a blue-haired man running towards them. He had a high-collared zip-up tracksuit jacket over his lean chest, red and white. Black fingerless gloves covered his hands with a large strap around his waist, holding a fanny pack in place - which was twisted around to be covering his ass. A pair of jogger pants covered his legs. They were blue and skin-tight around his calves, but extremely baggy on his thighs. A pair of red running shoes covered his feet, which were pounding into the dirt as he came rushing over.
Rosa’s face lit up as she waved at the man, “Hugh!” She shouted, jumping up and down in place, making her fat tits jiggle and bounce wildly. He sprinted over, taking the busty slut into a passionate hug (pushing her fat juggs up against his own body tightly). Rosa returned the hug.
“Uhhhh … whose this?” Hilda asked, placing her clenched fists on her shelf-like, curvy hips.
“‘Cuz, this is Hugh, he’s an old friend,” Rosa explained, breaking from the hug, “He left on his journey a few years ago.”
“Oh damn … Y-you’re Hilda Blackburn!” He declared, eyes wide with shock.
Hilda only gave him a curt nod.
“I told you she was my cousin, dummy,” Rosa teased, ruffling her head through his spiky blue hair.
“Oh … yeah,” Hugh nodded, vaguely recalling that information from years ago.
Hilda pursed her lips together, giving a small noise of acknowledgement, “So … Hugh, was it? Weird question, but have you seen Alder the Sage here? The champion before me.”
The bluenette took a moment to think, breaking his hug with Rosa as he put a gloved hand to his chin, stroking it, “Hmmm, no, can’t say that I have. Why?”
“No reason,” Hilda replied, “We should find him, though.”
“H-how about we split up? Cover more ground, if one of us finds him, we can call the other on our Xtransceiver,” Rosa suggested, lifting her wrist and flashing the device.
Hilda nodded, “Okay, sounds good.”
The pear-shaped former champion twisted around on the balls of her feet. Hugh’s jaw dropped as he got an uninterrupted view of Hilda Blackburns’ gargantuan ass cheeks. An industrial bakery of an ass that she seemed to have to drag along behind her, lingering where she had been for a second or two with every step. Each subtle movement made the cheeks jiggle and ripple, a constant sea of motion on her pale skin. Rosa’s eyes flicked down to Hugh’s crotch, watching as a bulge began to form in the baggy area around his thigh. She licked her lips, feeling her twat drooling into her leggings and short-shorts.
“Hey now,” Rosa purred, wrapping her arms around his chest, “Don’t tell me you’ve become an ass man in the time you’ve been gone.”
Hugh chuckled, turning his full attention back to Rosa. His hand came up, brazenly groping her massive back breakers over her shirt. Rosa moaned, her face contorting into an expression of pure pleasure. His gloved hands kneaded the squishy fun bags over her shirt like dough. One of Rosa’s legs kicked up as Hugh manhandled one of the most sensitive spots on her body.
“What? You really I’d give up these fucking sweater herdiers?” He chuckled, “You seem to have grown jealous since I last saw you.”
“W-what could I have to be jealous of?” Rosa cooed in a playful tone, trying to keep the moans from her lips, “My cousin might have an ass like a Grabodor, but she’s as flat as a Gardevoir. I know what you like, Hugh.” Her hand reached out, just as brazenly as he did, grabbing his hardening cock through his clothes and starting to stroke the girthy shaft.
“Let’s go somewhere out of sight,” Hugh gestured with his head towards the barn behind them. He leaned down, planting a passionate kiss upon Rosa’s soft lips. The top-heavy trainer surrendered to Hugh’s pressing tongue, allowing him inside her mouth, flicking about her oral cavity. She moaned, melting against his aggressive touches, feeling the damp spot between her legs spreading. After a moment, their kiss separated. Her head was spinning from the whirlwind kiss she had just been given, a strand of saliva connecting their lips still. Hugh’s hand left her chest, taking hold of her wrist. He led her from the field they were in, over to the yellow barn behind them.
The two slipped inside, finding a large open space and empty kennels. A huge pile of hay was sitting in the back of the room. The duo began making their way towards it, reconnecting their lips as they began to strip their clothes off. Shoes were kicked aside, then gloves and bags. Their kiss broke as Hugh unzipped his jacket, revealing a white wife-beater underneath. He peeled that off. His chest was svelte, with no muscle tone on it whatsoever. He was somehow even paler under the jacket, nearly translucent. His ribs were prominent under his skin, he was underweight. His eyes were wide with delight as Rosa removed her top, making her gargantuan tits jiggle and bounce wildly. The two back breakers, magnitudes larger than her head, seemed to refuse to remain still without the inhibition of the clothing, shaking with every subtle move she made.
They renewed their kiss, pressing their bare chests together. Hugh’s hands curled around Rosa’s back, pulling her as close to him as her fat chest would allow. She had to crane her neck to plant passionate kisses on his mouth. His hands left her back a moment later, pulling at the waistline of her shorts and her leggings. With a few quick tugs, they fell around her slightly curvy, heart-shaped hips. Rosa’s hands quickly dove into his jogging pants, doing the same. Her hands were ready as Hugh’s girthy cock leapt up. He was about the same length as her Snivy, but far thicker. She could barely hold the diameter between her hands with her middle fingertips and thumb tips touching. The puffy veins were as thick as a normal dick, throbbing against her palm.
“I’ve missed you,” Rosa hissed out, addressing Hugh’s cock as much as she was addressing Hugh himself. She began to stroke the thick cock. His hands gripped her heart-shaped hips, fingers curling around her soft skin.
“I missed you too,” He replied, tracing his fingertips across her. His grip suddenly tightened. Rosa gave an enthusiastic yelp as she was picked up off her feet, tossed into the hay pile. She landed softly, giggling with excitement. Hugh pounced on her, bracketing her head with his hands. His cudgel of a cock was between her legs, pressing up against her glistening, sensitive pussy. His lips kissed her neck, sucking on the skin.
“Oooooh,” She moaned, her hands coming up and digging her nails into his back, dragging them across his skin. His cock bucked at the rough handling of his body. It pushed against Rosa’s puffy lips, making the busty slut mewl more.
“In!” She said in a breathy, desperate tone, “In! Please… I c-can’t wait.”
Hugh’s hand grabbed her massive chest, pinching her nipple as he began to grope and knead her massive tit, squeezing the soft, squish fun bag. Rosa moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as the blunette abused the most sensitive part of her body. Rosa squirmed beneath him, kicking her legs out pathetically as pleasure cascaded over her body in waves. His other hand reached down, taking hold of his massive member. Rosa was already shaking, bombarded by the pleasure of Hugh’s mouth on her neck and hand on her tit. She grabbed fistfuls of the hay as she felt her lips being spread wide as Hugh thrust into her.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh yeesssssssssssssssss,” She purred, her body shaking as she felt inch after girthy inch of his cock inside of her. A bulge formed in her lower stomach as he pushed inside of her, stretching her twat to its limit and pushing up against all her most sensitive spots. She could feel his puffy veins throbbing inside of her. The pleasure was already overwhelming her brain, which was drowning in a sea of pleasure. Her toes curled as Hugh slowly pushed himself inside her.
“Ohhhh, I’ve missed you sooooo much,” Rosa moaned. She arched her back, pushing her massive back breakers up into the air, making them somehow look even bigger. Her svelte spine should have snapped from the sheer weight of the tits the tiny thing had to support.
Hugh removed himself from her neck, moving his mouth over to her massive breast. His lips sealed around her pink nipple, tongue flicking at the rigid thing. Rosa’s eyes rolled back in her head as she gnashed her teeth together, lips curling into a wide, fuck-drunk smile. He was now thrusting into her with a decent rhythm, burying a few more inches with every pass. Her cunt tightened around the girthy cock best it could, squeezing and constricting around the cudgel of a cock. Hugh bit down lightly, just the way he knew Rosa liked. The busty slut moaned louder and louder, completely enraptured by the pleasure he was giving her. His hard cock bucked inside of her, battering against her soft innards. Rosa was a shaking mess as Hugh’s bulbous, spongy head kissed her cervix. He retreated and thrust forward again, hitting her cervix hard with his tip. She rocked in place from the force of the impact.
The blunette lifted his head from her tit, saliva connecting his lips to her chest, “Didn’t know you could still keep me out of there.”
Rosa bit her lip, white hearts burning on her brown pupils, “It’s been a while … guess you have to earn cumming inside there.”
His hands went down to her heart-shaped hips. His fingers pressed against the bones just below the skin. He shifted his weight, pushing her into the haystack. His cock retreated a few inches, making Rosa shudder from the sensations. He thrust forward hard, slamming his cock head against her cervix.
“FUCK!” She shouted, her head snapping backwards as her tongue leapt from her lips. Before she could recover, Hugh repeated the action, slamming his cock head into her cervix harder than before. Rosa’s hands leapt up, dancing through the air as her nervous system short-circuited. With a final thrust, Hugh gritted his teeth. His cock head penetrated her cervix, shunting his girthy tip into her womb. Rosa’s cunt collapsed around the gargantuan cock. Her love tunnel gripped his cudgel of a cock as tightly as she could. The busty slut let out a long, mewling moan of pleasure as her orgasm ripped her mind into a thousand pieces. Her cunt let out a few shots of pathetic squirt, haphazardly soaking Hugh’s thighs. The blunette winced, gritting his teeth as he felt Rosa grow tight around his cock. He was unable to resist the feeling of her pussy milking his dick. He erupted inside of her, sending a massive load of ball snot slamming into her innermost wall. Rosa’s moan was long and loud as her stomach began to bloat with gallons upon gallons of ball batter. Her legs thrashed as she was overwhelmed with pleasure. Her tits were jiggling on her chest as her entire body shook. Hugh shuddered, wincing hard as he drained his balls into her. Her stomach grew and grew, though was a far cry from the size of her tits by the time he finished.
Both of them were trying to catch their breath as Hugh rolled off of her. Both were covered in sweat as a thick trail of slimy white nut sludge leaked from between Rosa’s legs into the hay.
“Y-you’re a quick shot now,” Rosa teased.
“C-can you blame me?” Hugh asked, “Been a while … plus… I could never resist that perfect pussy.”
Rosa giggled, “You’re too kind.”
“HEY!”
Both of their heads shot up as their hearts skipped beats. Standing across the barn was a tall, older man in a white button-up, brown work pants, a green apron, and a red bandana over his head.
“Shit!” Hugh declared.
“Hugh!” He shouted, “What the fuck are you doing?!”
“W-who’s that?” Rosa asked, worrying that she already knew the answer.
“That is Travon,” Hugh explained, “He uhh … he owns the ranch.”
“Get up, you’re ruining the hay, girl!” He shouted.
Rosa leapt to her feet, making her fat tits bounce wildly, “S-sorry!”
He shook his head, “Arceus sake, get some clothes on, the both of ya!”
He turned and stormed out of the barn. Rosa and Hugh looked at one another, not another word was exchanged between the two of them.
Outside and dressed again, Hugh and Rosa walked over to Travon, who was tapping his foot, scowling at both of them. His hands crossed in front of his chest. Hugh scratched the back of his head.
“S-sorry, boss. This is … Rosa, she’s uhhh …” His voice trailed off.
“I don’t give a shit who she is,” Travon replied. He sighed, putting his hands up, “We’ll square what you just did later. I came to find you because I need your particular skills, boy. My Herdier is missing. She ain’t come back for dinner. You and fun bags over here, go and find her.”
“Missing?” Hugh asked, a slight stumble in his voice as he swallowed.
“Yeah, you always said you’re a Pokémon tracker, now go find her,” Travon waved his hand, wandering off, grumbling to himself.
Rosa turned her head, finding Hugh standing completely still, a look of grave concern on his face.
“Hey,” She reached out, grabbing his arm, “You good?”
Hugh shook his head, “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Is… has …” Rosa inhaled, “How’s your search been going?”
“Good,” Hugh nodded, keeping further emotions from his voice, “I a-... actually got a job here to follow a lead.”
Rosa nodded, “I didn’t think you’d be so close to home after all these years.”
“I’ve been all over Unova, actually,” Hugh replied, “I also uhhh … needed some money and farmwork is pretty steady this time of year.”
Rosa nodded, “Right. Well, we have Herdier to find.” She brought her hand up, activating her Xtrasnceiver. A few clicks later, and the call was placed. The screen lit up a second
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