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Perils of Paldean Pokémon Breeding	By : Boiled Rose Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 1123 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters depicted in a sexual manner are 18 years of age or older.

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     Ro-totototo.
     Nemona felt her Rotom buzz with a notification. Careful not to draw the attention of Ms. Tyme she slipped her Rotom out and peered at it under her desk. There was a blank text from Penny with a video and a picture attached. Nemona spared a glance to either side and, after ensuring her Rotom was set to silent, tapped the video file.
     She felt an immediate flush as on the screen a recording of Umbreon tugging his cock out of her body began to play. She watched the digitized umbreon dismount her lithe body and begin tugging away, the camera began moving--Penny had insisted that Arven get a close-up--until it was nice and close to her bulging slit. Her pussy still remembered the feeling of quivering around that thick knot as Umbreon inexorably withdrew it from her. Even in its partially deflated state it had still felt so large inside of her that she didn't know how he would ever pull it out, it felt like they'd be locked together with him pumping her full of cum forever. She remembered how she had moaned as it dragged against her walls as he had slowly removed it. On the video she saw her pussy lips bulge obscenely around the girthy knot with each tug. Then, with a pop, Umbreon was finally free. Nemona watched the thick white cream ooze from her stretched cunt on the screen, and marveled at the length of the veiny red organ that had been inside of her.
     The clip ended and she opened the image file. Pale naked flesh suddenly filled her screen. It was a POV shot of Penny's body, made identifiable by the two-toned pubic hair shaved carefully into the shape of an eevee paw above her crotch. Her thighs were spread, and her hand hanged limply above them as though she'd just finished masturbating. A thin strand of her fluids connected her wet fingers to the neat folds of her pussy. 'Can't stop watching our video 🍑 💦' was captioned beneath it.
     The bell rang, and Nemona practically jumped out of her skin. Ears burning, Nemona swiftly stowed her Rotom before anyone could glance over and see what she was looking at as they began rising from their desks. Indeed a few students stole looks in her direction, although that was nothing new that day. It seemed like word of her incident in languages class had started to get around.
     "Alright class, I'll see you all on Monday," Ms. Tyme said over the din of the students beginning to chat and stow away their books. "Try to read up on damage type multipliers, we'll be going over that next week! Enjoy your weekend!"
     The weekend couldn't have come sooner. It was hard enough concentrating in class to begin with, between the unwanted attention from her peers, the looming threat of a poké-pregnancy, Penny's texts, and the dull ache between her legs it had been practically impossible. If her grades were as good as Penny's she would have taken the day off for sure. She stepped out into the hall to find Arven waiting for her. He blushed and waved, but still couldn't seem to make eye contact. She gestured for him to follow, and he fell in step beside her.
     They walked together in the sort of awkward silence only Arven was capable of generating. She tried to think of something to talk about to break the silence, but the typically loquacious girl just couldn't come up with anything. They knew what was on each other's minds, but there was no way to talk about it in the crowded hallways.
     It wasn't until they were in Nemona's dorm room that he blurted out, "So are you pregnant now?"
     "Arven!"
     "Sorry!" He put his hands up apologetically, "I just couldn't stop thinking about it all day! That and... You know. The other stuff from yesterday."
   It was Nemona's turn to blush. She walked over to her mirror and regarded her profile. She hadn't noticed anything too out of the ordinary that morning, but as the day had gone on she couldn't help but feel that her shirt--already tight across the chest--felt a little too snug across her stomach now. With some trepidation she lifted her shirt and inhaled sharply as she saw the slight bulge that had formed in her usually flat stomach. It wasn't a big bump, but there was no mistaking it.
     "I'm pregnant... With a Pokémon," Nemona whispered.
     She'd been turned into a Pokémon breeder. Her unnaturally fertile body was pumping out Pokémon eggs now and Umbreon's little swimmers had knocked her up. Why hadn’t she just listened in class when she’d had the chance? Thoughts were swarming through Nemona's head, and she suddenly needed to sit down. She stumbled back and landed heavily on the edge of her bed.
     Arven sat down next to her. "Are you okay?"
     "I'm not sure," she admitted. "I mean, I guess I have my answer at least, right?" The last day of speculating just how extensive Ditto's changes to her body had been were absolute torture, the prospect of spending years of wondering with no answers in sight was nightmarish. "But the trade-off is I'm growing an eevee inside of me."
     "Well," Arven said, as he placed a hand on her thigh comfortingly, "It could be worse."
     It was such a pathetically vacuous sentiment that Nemona couldn’t help but laugh. "Could be worse!? Lucky me, my first time is with a ditto and now I've been turned into an eevee incubator before I've even slept with a guy, but, hey! At least it wasn't an onix or a dondozo!"
     Arven raised his brow in surprise. "Ditto was your first? I mean... I would have thought... It's just, you're so... Never? Not that there's anything wrong with that! I mean, I haven't either. Like, with a girl, I mean."
     She couldn't help but smile as he stammered awkwardly. "I just never won mi princesa azul. I kind of figured you hadn’t either, the way you looked undressing me yesterday. Was that your first time seeing a girl naked?" She asked.
     "That... That was my first time even being in a girl's room," he admitted sheepishly, eyes looking at the floor.
     "What, really?" Nemona asked incredulously. Arven nodded. "Not even Penny's? Wow, I'm sorry. Watching us go at it like that must have been torture for you."
     "Well, you are the hottest girl at the academy, so--" His eyes went wide and his face turned three shades deeper crimson as soon as the words slipped out of his mouth.
     Nemona felt her heart begin to race. It wasn’t the same flutter that Rika had given her, more of a sudden surge, and she was suddenly very aware of Arven’s hand on her thigh. She wasn't sure if it was her newly enhanced libido or if something about his chaste shyness just did something to her, but she found her body buzzing with arousal.
     "Say, Arven..." Nemona started, as she pulled her shirt over her head. "Would you mind helping me to get my mind off of things?"
     "Uh, w-what do you mean?" Arven stammered.
     "Well", she took his hand from her thigh and placed it on her chest, "it's not really fair that you only got to watch yesterday. Didn't you want to have a turn?"
     He finally turned to face her properly, taking in her body from top to bottom. He looked like he was about to short circuit, but he managed to nod, and began nervously squeezing her bosom through the thin material of her bralette. Nemona moaned lightly, as a bead of milk formed and stained the material. She placed her hand on the back of Arven's neck, and drew him into a kiss.
     He immediately thrust his tongue eagerly into her mouth, and clumsily explored its confines. Nemona giggled as they kissed, he certainly lacked Ditto's skill or Rika's mystique, but there was a certain charm to his passion as he awkwardly explored her mouth as though she might vanish like a fleeting dream. She pulled away before he could gag her with his tongue, and freed her breasts from the too tight confines of her bralette. Uncertain of what to do, he simply drank in her visage. She felt a little uncomfortable when his eyes lingered on the slight bulge of her stomach.
     "Your body’s so perfect," he whispered, meekly.
     She giggled again and pushed him onto his back. She pulled his tie out of the way and set to unfastening his shirt, working her way down button by button. Once the garment hung loosely open she ran her hand along his chest, firm from his many hikes across the island. Nemona leaned in and planted a line of kisses along his pecs, while her hand moved down to his crotch. She grazed the tips of her fingers along his bulge, and he moaned deeply at the touch. She grasped hold of the throbbing shaft firmly, and ran her thumb around the tip as her lips continued to tease his chest. Clearly unaccustomed to the stimulation, Arven shook his head from side to side. Not wanting to tease the virgin too much and risk pushing him over the edge, Nemona rolled over onto her back.
     Arven swallowed, and crawled between her legs. He hooked his fingers over the hem of her shorts and leggings, Nemona lifted up her pelvis so that he could slide them down towards her ankles. He kneeled in front of her and fumbled with his belt. Nemona felt her heart hammer in her chest. She'd lost her virginity to one Pokémon and had been knocked up by another, but she was finally going to know what it felt like to sleep with another person. Losing patience, she reached forward and undid his belt for him, and whipped it off and tossed it across the room onto her cluttered desk in one desperate motion.
     Arven pushed down his pants, and freed his erection. Compared to Ditto and Umbreon it wasn't exactly the most impressive cock she'd seen. Between that and the embarrassed yet eager look on his face, she couldn't help but let out an, "aww!" Arven winced and looked away, but his cock twitched and a bead of pre formed at its tip. She reached up and grabbed hold of his tie. She pulled him down towards him, and let her lips against his neck give him all the reassurance he needed.
     She felt the warmth of his slight cock radiating against her skin. His breathing ragged, he grabbed hold of his member and guided it towards her... Abdomen. He'd aimed a fair bit too high. She reached down between them and gently moved his hand away. Nemona wrapped her own soft digits around his rigid slender cock. She slid herself upwards on the bed as she repositioned the organ, lining his cockhead up with her glistening cleft, and then--
     Arven grunted, and she felt his cock pulse in her hand. Suddenly a stream of thick white fluid splattered her wrist, and dribbled onto her pelvis. Nemona’s wide eyes blinked. The sudden climax left her speechless. He had... Already? Seriously?
     "I'm sorry!" He gasped, his voice trembling as his cock shriveled in her hand, "I didn't mean to! You were just… and your hand felt so… and--"
     Nemona sighed. There was no helping it. He was a virgin after all. Still a virgin, as it so happened. She let out a long even breath, and tried to calm down her body’s very insistent need for a proper coupling.
     "It's fine," she assured him, hiding her intense sexual frustration from her voice as best she could. She let go of his flaccid member, and wiped her wrist off on the bedsheets. “It’s actually kind of cute. Flattering even, in a way.”
     They cleaned up and got dressed in an awkward silence. Arven promised to check in on her the next day, and Nemona expressed her appreciation for the offer. Soon she found herself alone in her dorm room, just as frustrated and confused as ever. She unclipped Ditto’s Pokéball from her belt, and considered the metallic sphere. The last time she’d had a disappointing liaison Ditto had helped her on both those accounts. The young trainer found herself yearning for the comfort of her shapeshifter’s embrace as much as the release the prolific breeder promised her.
     “Yeah, because that worked out so well last time,” Nemona muttered to no one in particular as she set down the ball amongst the assorted bric-a-brac on her desk.
     She collapsed onto her bed and lay there for some time, trying to maintain the willpower required not to cross the room and release her partner. Nemona called out her Rotom, which whipped out of her pocket to hover above her. Soon, her hands began slipping under her shorts as on the screen a recording of Umbreon tugging his cock out of her body began to play.
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