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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 didn’t know what she was even doing here in the Great Marsh. Sure, she was on vacation in Sinnoh, but that didn’t mean she had to go get suckered in by every big tourist attraction in the region. At least the entrance fee of five hundred Pokédollars was not extortive or exploitative; a very fair price, actually, that made Daphne wonder how the train was maintained. Perhaps the local Pokémon League subsidized it? The black haired woman was aware that similar safari zones were perceived favourably by the vast majority of trainers. And she got it, honestly.

It was good to have a preserve where Pokémon could have a guaranteed habitat without the threat of human expansion, and some were so endangered they could only be found in safari zones. It’s just that Daphne had never really been one for catching a large number of Pokémon, or even just collecting rare ones. It sounded a little harsh, but even when she was a child she had only really cared about strong Pokémon. What were all those little bug catchers thinking their swarms of fodder could do against even the weakest of her master squad? It wasn’t enough for Daphne that a Pokémon be strong, it also had to have potential to get even better with training.

Training is how she made her fortune. After she completed the Kalos Gym Challenge and got her name out there, Daphne began to write books and be featured on television programs to talk about the special training methods she had developed to best take advantage of a Pokémon’s hidden talents. Despite her youth, she was already highly respected for her contributions to the battling scene. Her fans had then become a bit problematic, so she had been encouraged by her manager to take a vacation somewhere far away. And so she ended up in Sinnoh.

Pastoria City was probably her favorite place in the whole region. The weather was a lot more like what she was used to, though still a little chilly but in a pleasant way. It reminded her somewhat of the area north of Lumiose. But the people were always talking about the Great Marsh and how proud they all were of it, so Daphne didn’t have much of a choice but to go and see what all the hype was about. After getting her shoe stuck in the mud for the fifth time, the magic was starting to lose her.

It’s not even like the environment was particularly beautiful to behold or pleasant to walk through, either. Daphne wasn’t necessarily a city girl, but she definitely preferred her roads paved and her trees trimmed. Getting dirt all over her clothes and twigs in her hair was not the trainer’s idea of a fun time. Having to leave her Pokémon at the reception area wasn’t helping her mood any. Sure, the local wildlife was familiar with humans and wouldn’t attack, but Daphne had been travelling with her team for so long now that the absence of the comfortable weight of their Pokéballs on her belt was making her irritable.

The damn Hoothoots just wouldn’t shut up, and under the unnatural darkness of the thick canopy of the marsh, an eerie sense of unease began to grow within Daphne. Maybe she should just leave. Clearly she wasn’t going to find any of that peace her manager had been speaking of here. Maybe it was time to take a trip west to Sandgem Town and rent a little cabin on the shore front. That sounds like a much better time. She regretted not going to Alola, now; that bikini she bought was just gathering dust in her hotel room.

A tug on the hem of her overcoat brought her out of her musings of fit beach bodies bronzed by the sun. Looking down, the trainer saw two large eyes staring up at her from a mass of writhing blue vines. A Tangela. The poor thing, its kind were so easily displaced by human activity that now this was the only place in the entire region they could be found. Daphne thought that was a real shame. Perhaps she should go into Pokémon conservation and do some good with her new found influence.

The master trainer crouched down slightly so her blue eyes were level with Tangela’s own and brought a hand up to rub the top of its amorphous form. The Vine Pokemon sent a few more exploratory tendrils to scope her out, and Daphne let it wrap loosely around her arm.

“Hey there, little guy,” she said, though the Pokémon was only two feet shorter than her, and much wider around. Still, Tangela was a Pokémon she had a soft spot for because she had found them to be very cute when she was young, even if they didn’t live up to her competitive standards. “You want some food?”

She went to get some bait from her bag but found she could not move her arms. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the Tangela had wrapped her up tighter than she had realized.

“Ah, hey! Let go!”

Daphne pulled back, but her half crouched stance was not particularly balanced and she tipped over, falling onto her back. Tangela wasted no time, coiling his tentacles around her limbs and lifting her into the air with unnatural strength. The powerful grip at her wrist and calves forced the black haired girl spread eagle, headless to her struggles. She opened her mouth to yell, but probing tendril found the cavity to be very inviting and wasted no time in worming its way in, making Daphne’s eyes shoot open as she felt it inch down her throat.

“HRGH! HRRRRGH! GLURK!”

A wet choking sound escaped from her between her lips as she lost control of her gag reflex, being unable to bite through the vine filling up her mouth and throat. Not that Tangela was content to leave it at that. Grasping blue feelers rose up from its body which quickly slipped under the frayed hem of Daphne’s jeans or through the sleeves of her turtleneck to rub sinfully against her porcelain skin. More and more of Tangela’s arms slid under her clothing, wrapping around the straps of her bra and the waistband of her panties. With a simple flex, all the tentacles stretched, pushing her garments beyond their limits and sending the torn remains to the marsh floor. She was left shivering in the cold Sinnoh air wearing only knee socks and high tops.

Tears began pooling in the corners of Daphne’s eyes as she could do nothing to stop Tangela from encircling each of her C cup breasts in a tentacle, her strength nowhere near enough to fight back against the grass type Pokémon. Her assailant began to play with her body, squeezing and pulling on her boobs, vines making a pilgrimage from all parts of her body to flick her nipples before returning to caressing soft and pliant flesh. There was nothing to distract her from the very real experience being forced upon her. In any other circumstance, perhaps it would even be enjoyable for Daphne, her whole body massaged and worshipped while she just lay back in relaxation. But the trainer had not chosen this, did not want it, and could barely breathe around the appendage in her throat.

A bit of drool seeped out her mouth, the feeling of which as it dribbled down her chin only made Daphne feel more defiled. As if to rub it in, she felt something nudge her cheek before a second tentacle shoved itself into her mouth, the two alternating their slow thrusts down her gullet. Her jaw stretched open wide, could only let out choked groans and wet gurgles as her previously virgin throat was desecrated by a double deep throating of a mud-dwelling Pokémon’s seemingly unending tentacles. But her nightmare had just started as Tangela began to investigate the cleft of her legs, vines climbing up the inside of her thighs. One went high, rubbing at her navel before curling over itself to prod her clit. Two came in from the sides to teasingly peel back the petals of her labia before squishing them closed only to repeat the process. A forth tendril crept up from below, slipping between her spread lips and grinding its length up and down her womanhood as its fellows hotdogged the pink flesh around it.

Daphne was now sobbing full force, the tracks of her tears clearly painted on her face by her mascara, a bottle of which cost her several times more than the entrance fee to the Grand Marsh. It was clear Tangela was not going to stop anytime soon, and it had just scratched the surface of the depravity. There was no act too forbidden for what care does a Pokémon have for human decency. The master trainer had resigned herself to her captor’s machinations. Her team was back at the reception desk and her body, though toned, was only fit enough to look good not to fight off monsters. There was little she could do but give in to the madness and hope she survived with her psyche, if not her purity, intact.

Because Tangela had no intentions of letting her leave without first sampling her. The third thing to ever penetrate her and the first to enter her virgin pussy was unsurprisingly the tentacle that had been lubing itself up with the wetness forced out of Daphne through persistent ministrations. It forced its way hard and deep, spearing straight past her hymen to press against her cervix, its girth clearly visible as a lump on the black haired girl’s flat stomach. She screamed out her anguish, the sound muffled to less than a whimper by the twin vines ravaging her throat. The physical pain was secondary to the mental distress she was facing, as her situation had just gotten alarmingly real.

The blue tendril rammed itself against the entrance to her womb a couple of times, as if incredulous that it had been denied access. The two in her mouth stopped their alternating rhythm and began to thrust together, bulging out Daphne’s throat obscenely as her esophagus was stretched to the limit. In a show of great dexterity, a few of Tangela’s tentacles crawled down her body to her feet and began to slip her shoes and socks off. Not even her soles were left untarnished, small tendrils entangling themselves in her toes.

But Daphne could focus little of her attention to the further defilement of her body as the tentacle violating her cunt had bullied her cervix enough to punch its way through and into her baby box. The botanic appendage began to curl on itself, stuffing more and more of its seemingly endless length inside her womb, rounding her out with a bulbous gut that wiggled as her taut skin was pushed and pulled by the tentacle exploring inside. Then, for no discernable reason, Tangela froze. For a moment, Daphne felt a flash of hope that perhaps it had tired of her and would now continue on its way, leaving her to tenderly piece herself back together.

That was not to be and the naive hopes of the tied up girl were quickly dashed by the feeling of a liquid being released inside of her. Soon after, the tentacles playing with her nipples, navel, and toes ejected their load too, spraying Daphne down in a translucent pink fluid. Her stomach started to swell even further, the shape of the vine in her womb being obscured by the sheer amount of what was obviously plant semen pumped into her from two ends. Though the two tentacles in her throat occupied all the room available, and in fact forced her to make more room, they did not make a particularly good seal, and a substantial quantity of Tangela sperm exploded from her lips to splatter across her face and drip down her chin. The mess of her running makeup was only made worse by the introduction of more liquid.

After several long minutes of continuous ejaculation, the tumbleweed doppelgänger seemed to run dry, tentacles slowly slithering out of Daphne’s worn out holes. She was left coughing and sputtering, groaning in soreness when the tentacle dragged itself out of her deflowered pussy. Cum began to trickle out of the loose and twitching hole that desperately tried to regain its lost tightness. Daphne had no more tears to shed. She was simply tired.

Not that Tangela cared.

The two vines that had earlier raped her throat separated, one wrapping itself around her neck and giving a light squeeze, matching the frequency of the two wrapped around her breasts. The other grasped her long black hair, soiled by just a few drops of pink semen, and harshly tugged, pulling her head back so she was looking up at the sky. This meant Daphne couldn’t see when a new tentacle lined itself up with her puckered anus, her only hole as of yet untouched. She could, however, feel when an intrusion as thick as a soda can forced itself into her asshole with no lube.

A scream was ripped from Daphne’s lungs, and she felt like she had just been punched in the gut a hundred times over. She hadn’t thought anything could make her wish to back to having two tentacles down her throat and another in her womb, but when compared to having one up her ass that was basically bliss. The tentacle rammed itself another couple inches forwards, its motion causing a great spurt of cum to rush out of cunt with a wet splurt, which combined with Daphne’s pleads and cries to set the soundtrack to her merciless anal rape.

Tangela shoved its vine in deep, nearly a foot, before releasing another dose of that semi-transparent semen from just that vine. The viscous fluid proved to be serviceable lube, easing further penetration. Some was pushed deeper into Daphne’s body and some was dragged out when Tangela pulled back to thrust further, joining the cum seeping out of her pussy to trail down her thighs. Another few inches and the Pokémon had reached her large intestines, prompting another burst of plant semen to swell out her tummy. A new sensation crept up on Daphne, the feeling of being full. She instinctively tried to shake her head in refusal of the situation, but Tangela’s tight grip on her hair kept her still.

Further and further the tentacle ventured, exploding with sperm every few inches, causing Daphne’s abdomen to widen and widen. Daphne went crossed when the tip entered her stomach, and it showed no signs of stopping. She grit her teeth, but there was no use resisting. A burst of pink cum shot from her mouth, the girl unable to keep it down with her stomach being so violently churned while more kept getting added. It splashed down on her face, and would have gotten in her left eye had she not quickly closed it. With her mobility entirely halted by Tangela, there was no way she could wipe it away, and so she was forced to keep her left eye closed lest she discover what it felt like to get that slime in her eye. As if following the semen it had pushed out, Daphne felt something solid begin to travel up her esophagus.

“No, no, no, no, no. . .”

She trailed off into incoherent mumbles as something caught in her chest. She couldn’t breathe, she could barely think, but she could certainly feel the tentacle inching its way. Her eyes grew wider and wider, and though she could not see it, the shape of the tentacle was once more visible through her flesh as it exited her rotund stomach, pushing out her sternum and jostling the vines that were still kneading her breasts. Daphne felt like she was going to throw up, and she was right in a way as a vast quantity of translucent plant cum erupted from her now silent mouth. As if its presence had been announced by its herald, the tip of Tangela’s tentacle slowly wormed its way up her throat and between her spread lips. The tentacle around her neck pulsed, its contractions making her esophagus massage the tendril within.

It hung still before her eyes, allowing her to bear witness to the appendage that had debased her so thoroughly there was no way she could ever recover. A human was not meant to go through this, was not meant to have a tentacle crawl its way up their ass and out their mouth, using their body as a toll-free tunnel. Daphne could not tear her gaze away from the vine end, its blue length coated in Tangela’s own pink semen. Then, in a brutal act, Tangela thrusted even more of the tentacle into her ass, until three whole feet had reached the other end and exited her mouth. Daphne’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as the Pokémon began to fuck her through.

When Tangela would pull back, none of the tentacle actually left her body. Instead the length that had escaped her mouth was crammed back into her stomach. Then when Tangela pushed forward, more tentacle was shoved into her backside while the tip shot out her mouth, followed by more and more of the vine as Tangela picked up a punishing rhythm. This forced the expulsion of the cum still lingering in her womb as Daphne’s body ran out of give. The grass type grew excited at witnessing Daphne’s raw fucking potential. There was just one more test left before the Pokémon could be certain she was the one.

The tip, which now extended more than double the trainer’s own height out her mouth, turned back so it was pointed back down at Daphne. The tentacle gripping her hair gave a sharp tug, echoed by the one around her neck, forcing the girl to come to, her eyes focusing immediately on the absurdity before her. Not that she was given any time to even consider what was going to happen to her now as the vine dove straight for her mouth, squeezing its way back in past its own girth and rushing back down her gullet.

It didn’t stop there, retracing its steps through the entirety of her digestive track, its progress inexorable. Daphne’s body distended further, her womb emptying in a desperate attempt to create more room. Her eyes darted around fruitlessly for someone or something to save her, back her skyward facing head only allowed her to see a curious Hoothoot and the bend of the very tentacle using her like a transregional railway. There would be no saviour for her today, and something within Daphne broke as she realized this. Her eyes lost their luster, growing dark and cloudy, as she fell into despair.

With terrible power, Tangela’s vine breached the trainer’s asshole from inside, the tip once more exposed to the fresh air after threading through her body twice over. And for the grand finale, it entered her only hole it had not net defiled. Into her cunt it went, up past her cervix and into her womb to once more spill its pink seed. There was only so much the girl could take. Tangela felt Daphne’s body tense, every muscle clenching, each joint rigid, before she went completely slack. She had fully passed out. But she was still breathing, and her heart still beat. That was enough for Tangela. She had certainly exceeded expectations. Not bothering to remove the tentacle that was inside her three times, the Pokémon shuffled deeper into the marsh, carrying Daphne’s unconscious body.

An indeterminate time later, when Daphne awoke, it was to the relieving feeling of a growing emptiness. Tangela was withdrawing the tentacle lodged inside of her, untying it from gutty-works. The Pokémon also set her down on the ground, disengaging the vines around her limbs, neck, and hair. After so long being suspended in the air, it was difficult for Daphne to explain how comforting having solid ground beneath her was. The trauma she had just experienced seemed so far away, already being dissociated. She carefully watched as Tangela walked away, making no sudden moves in fear that it would make the creature change its mind. If she had just turned around she would have seen why Tangela had brought her here and left in the first place.

Before she could stand, she was once more wrapped up in blue vines and pulled up into the air. Daphne broke down crying, her nightmare was not over after all. In fact, it had just begun. The tentacles turned her around in the air so she could face her assailant. It was none other than Tangrowth, nearly seven hulking feet of nigh endless tentacles to violate her over and over. A rumbling sound emanated from the Pokémon, its writhing mass shaking lightly, as if in laughter. If its underling had been truthful, this girl was quite the impressive specimen. Tangrowth was going to put that to the test.

Four tentacles rose from the rest, three going low and one going high. Of the three lower tentacles, two stopped right before her still gaping, oozing, twitching cunt while the other went around to poke at her abused anus. The higher one, of course, headed straight for her mouth. With synchronicity only possible by all being parts of one creature, the four vines dove in as one, pushing as deep as they could in one thrust and making Daphne’s vision flash white. With two tentacles in her womb and two in her stomach coming in from either end, Tangrowth didn’t bother pumping in and out. At this point, the girl took her victories where she could find them, no matter how small.
But suddenly and with no warning, one of the tentacles in her battered baby box and the one down her throat doubled in girth. Daphne gagged around the growing intrusion, blinking back nonexistent tears her body instinctively tried to make back lacked the resources to do so. The sound of water running through pipes was followed by the feeling of a warm liquid being poured into her stomach and womb, slowly ballooning her back out after her body had just cleansed itself of Tangela’s slime. But this stuff was thicker, and from what little Daphne could see dripping down her thighs, far more opaque. Never a good sign.

Movement drew Daphne’s eyes towards Tangrowth’s main body, though at first she did not understand what she was seeing. Two vines were bulged periodically with spheres that seemed to move down their lengths. It took her a moment to realize that those two vines were the one entrenched in her rectum and the one in her womb that was not flooding her already overflowing uterus with Pokémon jizz. It took her only a second more to realize that those spherical bulges were eggs. Tangrowth was planning on using her as a seed bed!

The once renowned Champion of Kalos was but a shadow of her former self, her will already so thoroughly broken by the degradation Tangela had put her through, that she didn’t even struggle as the eggs grew nearer and nearer, her faith inescapable. The first one reached her reddened pussy lips, easily forcing them wider as it slipped past the girth of the semen tentacle, and coming to nest in the pool within her with a plop. A second egg nestled in her stomach soon after. With the first done, the rest seemed to flow in with vigour, Tangrowth impatient to properly load up the girl with its future progeny.

Space within her started to fill up quick, and eggs were beginning to grind against each other even while they floated within Tangrowth’s dense syrup. Daphne groaned around the vine in her throat, excess semen forcing its way out her ass, cunt, mouth, and even a bit trickling out her nose. Not that that stopped the Pokémon from continuing its discharge. She was special. She could handle it. Tangrowth had never encountered a breeder with so much potential. She would have to be kept safe and secure, where she could never be taken away from Tangrowth until her purpose had been complete.

Daphne’s eyes widened in fear as Tangrowth pulled her closer. Was it going to eat her now? Perhaps those were not eggs it had implanted inside her, and perhaps that was not semen but some kind of neurotoxin? In spite of everything that had happened to her, Daphne did not want to die. Her father, an officer who had seen some of the worst things humans and Pokémon were capable of, always told her that as long as there is life there is hope. Recovery from anything is possible. Anything, but death.

But Tangrowth’s intention had never been to kill her. And as its body opened up and swallowed her whole into the darkness, Daphne realized this. Not that she could do anything about it.

And so Daphne single handedly, though through the use of many holes, brought the Tangela species out of the endangered list. But while the Pokémon became the subject of least concern, a large manhunt was started in search of the peppy, young trainer whose career had been followed by many. Since she was never found, she was assumed to still be alive but the police had no leads and the case went cold. Daphne’s father worked himself to the bone on the case before he was forcibly reassigned, causing him to quit after nearly fifty years of service. Those who considered Daphne a friend hoped that she was somewhere safe and just avoiding her newfound fame, but it was a weak hope for they all knew she basked in the limelight, and would not cut them out of her life without at least a message.

All the while, in the Great Marsh of Sinnoh, hidden within the body of a certain Tangrowth, Daphne sat curled up in the dark. She was given no breaks, no respite, and not even a glimpse of sunlight. Forced to perpetually be filled up with fresh Tangela eggs and sperm, even while she gave birth. Baby Tangela’s crawled their way out of her stuffed holes, little tentacles getting a firm grip on her thighs or face, depending on where they had chosen to exit, before pulling themselves out. They would keep her company for a week, drinking from her lactating breasts, before slipping out of Tangrowth’s form to head their own way. Some particularly adventurous ones would explore their own mating instincts on her, their small vines fitting down her ear canals, nostrils, and urethra.

Muscle atrophy and malnutrition had weakened the once athletic girl to the point that even if the Pokémon let her go she would not be able to survive on her own. And that’s not touching upon her mental state. Her hope was dead.
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