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Overboard	By : TheFour Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 2729 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zangoose hung out over the back of the boat, the overpoweringly salty air blowing a cool chill through his thick coat. He'd never seen the ocean before, but his trainer wanted to explore an island, and so here they were. He'd snuck away to look out over the churning waters behind them, the boat's engine leaving a trail through the gentle waves, each bump jolting him slightly on his perch.
It would take another two hours at least, and Bradon had locked himself inside, the very sight of their undulating path enough to turn him green. Maybe he should go check, just to make sure his trainer didn't need anythi-
The boat bucked, Zangoose's stomach sailing upwards before the vessel crashed back down against the waves. Zangoose found himself grasping in vain at the sea-slicked metal railing, his claws made for grabbing earth, not unforgiving metal. The sharp ringing of claws against metal made the only sound as he plunged wordlessly towards the frothing sea, too stunned to utter a cry.
Icy water cut through his thick fur, the cold squeezing breath from his lungs. He flailed in panic, trying to right himself in the turbulent waters, a struggle with the ocean pulling him in every direction, and his sodden fur pulling him down.
Coughing, he broke the surface, just long enough to see the boat speeding away towards a distant speck of land. A wave slipped over him, renewing his struggle. Stop! Comeback! He'd never make it back to land, not from this far out. He could barely keep his head above water.
Something struck his leg, a heavy, swift something. Zangoose frantically tried to clear his eyes of the burning salt water, but the inky waves blocked his from seeing even his torso. Again, something slammed against his side, a blunt force that scraped his skin raw where it impacted. And then he saw it, a sharp fin speeding just below the surface, no two of them.
He flailed in vain, and once again one of them struck him, a hard blow to his chest, driving the air from his lungs and sending him tumbling below the waves. It struck again, gentler, precise. Zangoose felt his body rising through the waves, and then above the water. He gasped, choking on the horrid seawater and shivering in the cold.
“What is this, Lamnia? A land creature?”
Zangoose's ground rumbled. “So it seems.”
He looked down. He sat atop the head of a large, scarred Sharpedo, yellow X marred by injuries, some fresh. Another of the pokemon, slightly less marked slowly circled him and his savior.
“Thank you so much,” he gasped between heaving coughs. “For saving me.”
“Save you?” the shark below him asked. The other only grinned, continuing its slow circle around the pair.
“I-” Zangoose faltered, fear crippling his already bedraggled body.
Lamnia circled. “We're hungry little one, and we don't find such easy prey often.”
His words left in a haggard whisper. “Please, I have a trainer, he-”
“Oh, he has a trainer, imagine that.” The shark carrying Zangoose chortled.
“Well, maybe if he can satisfy our hunger, we can let him live. We're not monsters, wouldn't you say, Charina?”
“Perhaps.” The shark bucked, and dumped her passenger once again into the sea.
Zangoose didn't struggle this time. Cold froze his limbs, and fear locked his mind. The boat, Bradon, gone. He struggled to hold his breath, a last defiant act against the vicious ocean, before those teeth tore his body apart. Again a gentle nudge brought him back tot he surface, and he found himself lifted on the Sharpedo's underbelly. The pokemon's skin scraped at Zangoose's with each movement, the tiny cuts burning in the salt water.
He shook lightly. “What do you want with me?”
The ever-circling shark spoke with a grin. “Charina killed her last male – I think she was bored. Regardless, it's hard to find a willing plaything, and even less often a land pokemon. You might just be interesting enough not to eat, if you can give us what we want.”
“And that is?” He nervously glanced along his temporary support, down towards a small slit in the shark's underside. An almost invisible hue of unmistakable arousal.
“Prove yourself man enough, and maybe we'll help you find your precious trainer.” Lamnia moved closer. “And you better not disappoint. Now, what are you waiting for?”
Zangoose froze. He'd never mated with another pokemon before, he'd belonged to Bradon his entire life. His instincts gave him he basics, but... He rocked upon the gentle waves, and took a faltering crawl towards the Sharpedo's presented sex.
“That's it, get to work little one.”
Her scent hit him first. A piercing musk that cut through the salt air, though not entirely dissimilar. He'd been near fertile females in the past, recognized the familiar tightening in his sheath. The scent called to him, melted away his terror. His hands shook as he approached, planting a clawed paw on either side of her, and bringing his face closer.
Sharpedo's sinuous body wriggled below, and he heard a small growl of impatience. Should he just start? Despite the cold, he could feel the tip of his own sex pressing through his soggy fur. Instead, he brought his mouth close, and licked against her puffy lips. Her sharp hide scratched his tongue, but his actions brought a grunt from Charina, and she bucked into his face.
Encouraged, Zangoose continued. Her outer lips pressed tightly together, but he forced his tongue past their protection for a taste of her musky interior. He licked, her inner walls wonderfully soft, and so warm compared to the frigid air around them. His own arousal surged, and he felt the tightness of his sheath. Fear and cold became secondary to the desire to release himself in the Sharpedo.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed the other watching. A very hungry, very predatory look told him that he should not waste time in giving the two Sharpedo what they wanted. Zangoose gave a few more licks at the water-type's natural wetness before shifting positions. He aligned himself with her slit, paws gently spreading the Sharpedo's pussy. He gazed hungrily at the inviting pink folds.
A low growl gave him all the incentive he needed. With one quick thrust, he buried himself in the shark. Tight, crushing heat wrapped around his member, her insides almost painfully tight despite the shark's size.
Charina thrashed slightly beneath him at the penetration, almost throwing him back into the sea, but Zangoose dug his claws in, scratching the Sharpedo's rough hide. He groaned at this, as he sex tightened around him, her insides felt as if their entire purpose was to pull every last drop of seed from his body, and lust made him eager to give her that.
Coerced and frightened, Zangoose groaned in bliss at his first time. He thrust mindlessly into the Sharpedo's unexpectedly hot pussy, internal muscles massaging him expertly. He could already feel a pressure building within him, and feral need to impregnate this female.
In a surge of dominance and mindless lust, he slashed at the shark's brutal hide, clawing six thin lines in an already torn skin. Charina shuddered, and her walls clenched down upon him, the steady stream of fluids seeping into his fur now a torrent. Zangoose gasped. He couldn't continue. With a strangled cry and locking muscles, he forced himself deep into his conquest.
He'd never felt release like this before. Pleasure contracted his muscles, turning him into a soggy writhing heap as he unloaded himself into Charina. Her powerful muscles aided in draining him, pulsing rhythmically his shaft to draw in deeper within. Zangoose collapsed against her, ignoring the scrapes from her skin. He lay, letting her milk his shaft while her powerful scent soaked into his fur. While he panted, Charina floated limply along the water, soundless.
“Not bad, little one.” Lamnia gazed at him with intense eyes. “But you better have more in you.”
Zangoose felt himself going soft, still within Sharpedo's suckling pussy. He eventually pulled out with a wet plop, and his withdrawal apparently signaled the pokemon back to life.
“I find that acceptable, land-dweller. If you can appease my sister, then we shall help you back to your boat.”
Zangoose propped himself up on unsteady hands and looked towards Lamnia, her powerful body wriggling in the waves, eyes fierce.
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