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Taboo Fantasies Abound!	By : Seje_For_Days Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 49670 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Once more, smut has to grace us all in the form of pokeporn.
It's my paying job!

Dark Beats Psychic, Psychic Beats Human, Human Beats Pussy-Two girls, one kitchen, one guy, morning wood, persistent arousal, fifteen eggs. What happens in each scene?

I hate waiting on my wood to go down-makes urinating annoying. :P
Enjoy!

Requested by Guest-"Wet Dreams, Rough Illusions"-M Human X F Zoroark/Gardevoir(Dreams, Illusions involved!)
Morning is not for 22-year-old Eric. No, he hates mornings. He may have good breakfast, lunch and dinner when it's served, but waking up everyday was torture on his poor green eyes. He groaned before rising up, feeling his morning wood drag the covers with him.
"Goddammit." he cursed, pulling them off his member of eight solid inches of hardness. His boxers held strong as the tip threatened to come through the flap. Eric then went to his bathroom, tending to his daily routine of shower, face, teeth and 5-O'clock shadow shaving.
Coming out of his bathroom with a hand through his deep brown hair, he was met with the sight of his wife-or whatever you would call a caring Embrace Pokemon with breakfast in her hands.
"Good morning Eric." a voice in his head sounded, the Pokemon smiling at him. He smiled back, slightly, and walked up to her.
"Morning Tricia. Might I say, you've outdone yourself with this tray…" On it lay pancakes, sausage, eggs, toast, syrup, butter, wheat bread, Moomoo Milk, and his daily dose of Asprin. She handed it to him, smiling all the while. It kinda creeped him out, but he paid it no mind as he dug in.
"Is it delicious?"
That was an understatement as he devoured his pancakes. "This is amazing!" He continued glomping it all down; scarfing his bread, turning his sausage into mincemeat, destroying his eggs and swallowing his toast whole. His plate was clear of food in no time and all that lie was the milk and pills.
To his surprise, there were two pills-pink and blue. The blue was definitely his Asprin, so he chucked it into his mouth and drown it with milk. He hesitated on the pink pill.
"Go on, take it." she insisted, still smiling.
"But I don't know what it is…"
"Oh, it's just an Asprin pill, silly."
"Asprin isn't pink, Tricia." Indeed it wasn't.
"Pish-Posh. Besides, I've been experimenting with it and made it more effective at the cost of a slight mental shutdown."
That got his groggy attention. "'Mental shutdown'?"
"Just a precaution to make sure the effects work. Now come on, I wanna know if it works!" She held it out to him, making sure he would see it. Since it was the size of an Asprin, it'd go in just the same. He took it out her hand and popped it into his mouth. Grabbing the milk, he took notice that there was a very sweet flavor to it that the milk didn't get rid of as he chugged it down his throat.
"See? Was that so hard?" Her tone wasn't berating. In fact, it seemed to had gone to a more-
Before he would think on it further, Eric suddenly found himself too tired to function and promptly fell asleep, tray flying out his hand. His brain shut down as stated, turning everything in his body off.
For an unknown amount of time, he lay there, shrouded in the darkness of his subconscious. Only when he felt his heart beat again did he wake up.
And it was nighttime.
"Oh crud…" he muttered. That pill just took away a whole day of routine suffering. Including his job. Tricia wasn't in the room so he decided to get up and go find her. This brought his attention to another dilemma…
He was naked.
"The fuck…?" He looked around, not remembering taking his towel off when he ate breakfast. In fact, that wasn't in the room. Confused, he went to his dresser to pick out something. Nothing resided in the topmost. Nothing in the middle either.
"What's going on here?" This was really getting to him. Was he really gonna embarrass himself by going out nude. He checked the bottommost drawer, sighing in relief that it wasn't empty. But what was inside made him raise an eyebrow.
A skin-tight, black speedo laid inside as if it was freshly washed and dried. Eric can't even remember the last time he thought of an article of clothing like this. Shrugging, he grabbed them and slide them on his body. It wasn't exactly snug-in fact, it kinda disappeared going up from the back-but it would have to do. Even if he had to deal with the fact it made his crotch bulge out.
A light shined when he got the waistband on right, coming from down the hallway. Curious, he followed it, seeing that it emanated from Tricia's room. Guess she was still here. Stepping towards the door felt longer than usual, especially with all the weird pictures of him and the Gardevoir he called his wife.
Hugs, kisses, you would let your mind run wild with whatever image you would dream of. It was there. Some of the scenes caught on camera made him blush a bit. Next to her door, there were two poster with them on it. Both of them had them same thing: Eric on top of her, under the covers with their hips together.
The fact his member did a bit of a jump at the sight helped him put two and two together to see what they were. He knocked on her door firmly, wanting answers. Now.
"Come in~..." The drawl in her voice suggested something else, but he ignored it as he walked in without hesitation.
"Tricia? What's going….on here?" On the bed lay the Gardevoir in question, but her dress was gone. Her body was very skinny without her dress-pale as the white of snow with her green arms being the only differentiation of color. Her horn poked up to hide her face so he had to move closer, ignoring the fact that she was exposing herself.
"Why Eric, don't you remember? It's Friday."
"So? Why would it matter what day it is? I just wanna know why that pill knocked me out for so long." His face meant business but she giggled like it was all a game.
"Don't you remember what we do on Friday nights~?" There was that drawl again.
"No. So enlighten me."
Another giggled threatened to set him off. "We wrestle. All night even~..."
"That's not a good hint."
"I'm aware~...Let me give you a better one~..." With eagerness, she brought a hand down to her crotch, rubbing around there before spreading her legs wide open for him to see. Eric got the message immediately.
"Oh God! I don't do that! Stop it!"
"Don't be l-like that.." Her hand plunged into her vulva, making wet sliding sounds as she fisted herself with abandon.
"I don't care! I'm going back to sleep." Eric turned back to leave, going to the door to open it…
But the knob was gone.
"What the…?"
"Don't leave me hanging E-eric~...We do this every night. You plunging that thick monster into my pussy….Ravaging it….spearing me...flooding me within your tasty seed~..." Her words were having an effect on him alright. It was like a veil had lifted on some parts of previous nights in bed.
All he saw was himself and Tricia going at it like animals in each scene. Sometimes with him on top, others with her being dominate. They even fucked against the wall next to the bed. Don't even get started on all the positions they did.
He stumbled, all the revealed info making his vision spin. "I…d-do that...with you…?" he asked, still facing the door.
"Every Friday night~..." Tricia confirmed. Her masturbating grew with fervor as she went faster, her arm soaked with her arousal. The smell of such got into his nostrils and he bit back a groan as his member strained against the speedo's material.
'Dammit...she made me hard…' He hated getting a hard-on at his age, especially around girls.
"Don't let it feel contained….Just let it out~..." Before he knew it, his thumbs were already hooked under the waistband of his lingerie. They pulled the tight clothing down to his feet, revealing like she described: a monster. 13", more than half longer than his normal size.
"W-what...?" It was bigger than he remembered, bigger than his forearm and definitely thicker. "I can't use this! I'll tear someone apart!"
"I know...Which is why you're gonna use it on me~..." His body went stiff before he started walking back over to Tricia. Eric fought valiantly against his oppressed will, but it did was make his cock visibly jump from the strain. She licked her lips at this and spread her legs to him.
"C-can we not do this...? I don't wanna hurt you..."
"Just trust me, Eric...You'll love this as much as I will~..." Tricia beckoned him to come hither and he came over, crawling on top of her. The wetness of her womanhood dripped onto his tip, making it shine in the dim lighting. She didn't wait as she pushed herself onto him.
Eric cried out, not expecting something so soft and tight trying to wrap itself on his modded member. He buckled a little out of pleasure and got about 1/6 in. Despite the puny penetration, Tricia moaned all the same; maybe she was just as sensitive. Her legs wrapped around him, trapping his as her feet came together. If he knew better, they coulda just formed a noose, but he dropped that idea. It's illogical.
But that wouldn't be the case as the more he slipped in, the harder it was to keep his cock from throbbing. Plus, the fact that her canal was tighter than a ring made it difficult to reach halfway. His member grew veiny as it plunged into her velvet folds, stopping for a breath. He was at her cervix and still had some to go.
"Shove it in my womb Eric~..."
"But-."
"Do it..." Her face meant business as she glared at him from below. Eric gulped before he pushed against her womb, the tiny hole giving way a little too fast. The rest was history as he finally sunk to the hilt...and came on the spot.
"AHHH!" he screamed, feeling what felt like a load being held for years pumped into her vagina. Nothing splattered past his member as he shot rope after rope after rope of semen into her. No doubt her womb was filled to the brim.
"More~..." she moaned, rubbing her belly as she looked a month or so pregnant. As if listening to her, his testes scrunched upwards again and he felt even more cum rush into her. Her belly started bulging for sure yet still nothing came out past his dick. "Give me everything~..."
"But I d-don't-NNNNGH~!" Before he could argue that he was fresh out, his balls unloaded once more, making her belly press against her horn and making her cry out. Of every place that make her squirm when touched, she was too sensitive in her horn. When it was finally done, his balls still felt fine but she looked fit to burst.
"You sure have a lot to give~..." Tricia commented, rubbing her belly.
"Maybe...is it over...?" he asked, hoping this was all some wacky dream he was having. Her chuckle seemed to dash that.
"Sorry Eric, but you're not done until she's satisfied~..." Eric was confused at what she meant until her heard the click-click of claws hitting the wooden floor. Turning around, he saw a sight for sore eyes: a Zoroark. It was obviously female-even without Tricia's comment, the vixen's vulva stood out like a sore thumb-and her breasts seemed to jiggle a lot.
"Who is she...?" he asked.
"A friend...someone who made this all possible...Isn't that right Donna?" The Illusion Vixen nodded, not saying a word. "Now then, why don't you two go get acquainted while I start laying eggs~?" Tricia pulled him out of her, the only thing coming out was the cum stuck to his cock. Otherwise, his seed didn't escape.
Donna in the mean time came up to the bed, laying across his lap like a canine pet. Her rump stuck out as she tucked her legs in. She looked up at him with her soul-piercing eyes, making him feel exposed.
"Well? What're you waiting on?" Tricia asked, looking up from the head of the bed.
"What?"
"She wants you to spank her."
"How was I supposed to know that?" Eric countered, before said Zoroark began rubbing her rump and lightly smacking a cheek at random. A purr resonated through her body. The message musta got cleared because no sooner the man raised his and before it made a rather loud contact with her. She yelped, shuddering on him before scooting back farther. Looks like she liked it.
More-so as Eric continued, smacks growing harsher from insistence from both ladies. Her butt was cherry-red when he stopped to cool his stinging hand down. What he didn't notice was that her vixenhood had dripped all over his legs and made a damp spot that couldn't be missed.
Too bad he didn't see it yet. "Satisfied?"
Donna nodded, rubbing her cheeks against before applying one more to the left one, making the sting greater.
"Now fuck her." Tricia interrupted, laying across the bed with her belly moving around on the inside.
"No. I don't want to." His will seemed firm as he did not move a muscle. Eric expected irritation, anger, disappointment; anything that would make whatever was going on seem more believable.
Tricia's smiling face wasn't expected at all.
"Silly silly human...I said...fuck her..." Like a robot, he started moving Donna around until her crotch was aimed at by his monster cock. His bout of protesting was silenced as he shoved every inch of his engorged cock into the dark vixen. A garbled groan escaped her stoic throat, sounding like she was choking on something she ate. Maybe she had indulged in something before he got there.
Donna made pushing gestures to him and he started his pace. Hard and rough he went, making sure to pleasure her by grabbing her plentiful breasts. Up until now, he didn't even know Pokemon were capable of having such things, even in dreams, but when she lactated moments of groping later he was convinced. Some of what he caught onto his hands were licked by himself and the dark fox as the Gardevoir ahead of them watched. She moaned as her contractions started, the eggs within her beginning to move to their exit.
One pressed against her entrance, being pushed by her powers gently as to not break it and kill the unborn hatchling. It took a few moments before it came out with a pop, a second following after. The third stopped as her pussy was tightening back to normal, meaning she'd need to push again. This process repeated until a clutch of more than a dozen green and white eggs with horns on their crests surrounded them all.
"That's better~..." A clear liquid flowed from her vagina after the last one came out and the flow didn't stop as she turned around and shoved her labia into Donna's face. "Lick me..."
The telltale sounds of someone slurping emanated from that areas as Donna ate out Tricia, eagerly lapping up the Embrace Pokemon's arousal. Her snout was pushed inside gradually by Eric's harsh thrusting, making her nose tickle Tricia's clit.
"Mmmm~..." The Illusion Vixen then found herself being shoved forward, tongue being forced into the psychic's pussy all the way to the hilt. The recipient moaned her loudest of the night, crying out from the top of her lungs as the thick muscle brushed against her g-spot.
Eric meanwhile was having a hard time keeping up with the girls's enthusiasm. Every time they would thrust against each other, Donna would make more gestures and he'd find himself going faster than what he was trying to pull off. Less and less of his cock left her entrance as it was forced into her with increasing power. It would seem there would be no end to their fun.
Yet like everything exciting, there's always a big boom that makes it stop.
"O-oh god, I'm getting close..." Indeed, that titanic pressure in his energetic loins couldn't be mistaken as a pretend orgasm. This would be his last and most intense. Something the bitch under him couldn't wait for as she pushed herself back to meet his thrusts, his balls smacking against her folds. Another garbled yell came out of her, making Eric wonder what's wrong with her voice as she came on his cock. Her walls clamped down on him immediately, preventing him from moving and massaging his shaft at the same time. He was only allowed one leeway-to hilt inside of her-before he started his climax.
The mushroom head of his altered phallus pulsed as it released his essence, sending it deep inside of Donna as she slumped against him. It filled her up quite nicely, making her look like how Tricia was several minutes ago. When both of their orgasms abated, Donn was as pre-determined: about as full as a pregnant woman with more than just triplets in her womb.
"That'll...b-be...all, Eric..." Suddenly, the tired human found his cock being pulled out of the Illusion Vixen and out for the world to look at. It finally went flaccid, shrinking down to his normal size when he was hard. Everything was getting hazy, from Tricia saying something he couldn't hear, to the sight of Donn lying eggs with her vagina pointed towards him. It probably woulda riled him up again if he wasn't so tired...and sleep was always so blissful...

"I can't thank you enough for your help." A Gardevoir on a rundown bed told a figure on the bed with her. Said figure nodded, looking towards the third body with them.
Tricia's face could be seen in the moonlight and she was far from looking as she was. Bruises littered her face, and her hair was covering her left eye, as if hiding some damage in that area. Her smile looked a grimace and there were bandages where her heart was. The figure leaned towards her and Donna was revealed. Except her throat had a wide gash around it that looked very deep...
Eric was no different from them. He had a beard that would make a trucker proud. Stains littered the wife beater he wore and his hair was unkempt.
"If only I didn't have to use such methods to get pleasure..." the Gardevoir commented, rubbing her belly as some eggs rested within her. Suddenly, the human burped, the smell of alcohol reaching their repulsed nostrils.
Donna made some hand signs to Tricia and she sadly nodded. Yes, I know. I couldn't help you get your speech back as he did take it from you...but at least I gave you some form of communication right? But must you really leave? I'm sure that one more night would help bring him bac-"
She was silenced with a claw and said claw disappeared into the darkness with its owner. Tricia sighed as she was left alone again, lost in her ever-growing plight to make Eric hers. She laid by him in a loving embrace, crying silently as dawn approached. Its light shone in the room, glittering around the piles of emptied glass bottles around the bed...

Dark or no?
And don't berate me about the lack of a kitchen. I'm sure you can be content with what I gave.
And sorry about back-to-back Zoroarks. People really like her. Maybe we'll get a new Pokemon in a few months...
Moncheli!
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