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Pokmon Sword Sheath	By : Scrying Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Down Out
- 1
“Rosa!” The motherly voice called up the stairs in a sharp tone, “Will you come downstairs already?! You’re going to miss Hilda’s match!”
“I’ll be down in a minute, Mom!” The 19-year-old called back from behind the shut door of her room.
Mrs. Whitley shook her head, retreating away from the staircase That girl…

Up in her room, Rosa Whitley rolled her eyes in annoyance. You’re gonna miss Hilda’s match… I don’t see why I have to sit and stare at that idiot box every time Hilda has to defend her title. Besides…it’s not nearly as entertaining as this is.
She licked her lips, leaning forward towards the edge of her bed. Rosa’s massive breasts pressed into the side of the mattress well before her head was even close to reaching its destination. To call Rosa “busty” was proof that most words failed to properly convey the true nature of things. Rosa’s chest was several magnitudes larger than her head. Each breast was perky and bouncy, seeming to defy gravity with the power of Rosa’s youth. They contrasted nicely against her small back and svelte shoulders. It turned her three-quarter sleeve baseball t-shirt into a crop top. Her gargantuan chest meant that her breasts often sat on her thighs when she sat down, despite keeping her overtaxed spine upright. Her breasts were squished into the white top with sky blue sleeves, with a healthy amount of under boob spilling out and even more overflowing from the stretched out collar of the shirt. On the front of the shirt was a Pokéball logo, all red, which, due to stretching, was more of a Poké-oval.
The brunette’s extremely top-heavy appearance was truly an optical illusion, especially when it came to her lower half. Her hips were curvy, but not enough to contrast with her breasts enough to earn her the status of “hourglass”. Each of her ass cheeks were large enough, but still seemed comparatively flat when put up against breasts that were so much larger that they entered rooms a few seconds before the rest of her. Her thicc enough thighs and big (but not massive) ass were poured into a pair of yoga pants, making her ass look that much more shapely. Covering her crotch was a pair of frilly yellow short-shorts (which did absolutely nothing to cover her ass cheeks, as they turned the item into effectively a glorified thong).
Rosa pushed herself further down towards the floor, compressing her gargantuan chest against the bed frame, making it creak. Her pouty lips puckered as she planted a passionate kiss against the slightly cool member before her.
“Sn-Sni,” Her first form starter winced, his half-hard cock bucking slightly against his trainer’s lips. The watery pre-seed spilt from the surprisingly massive member of the Grass Snake Pokémon, which was tall enough to reach up to somewhere around the middle of Rosa’s thigh. The runny liquid dribbled out, falling between the split in Rosa’s massive chest, lubricating the brunette’s favourite place to holster Snivy’s seven-inch member. She could feel Snivy’s lifeblood coursing through the xylem and phloem tubes that sat just under the surface of the waxy skin that covered Snivy’s penis. The sweet scent of Snivy’s arousal was making Rosa’s head spin, a damp spot spreading in her pants.
Arceus this cock drives me wild Rosa thought as she let her tongue fall from behind her lips, licking her starter’s now fully erect between from tip to base. She looked up at the Grass Snake with eyes glazed over with lust, white hearts of desire burning bright in her black pupils. Her nipples were rigid on her massive chest, threatening to tear the already extremely strained top her tits were barely restrained in.
I’ll miss every match of my stupid cousin’s if it means getting to get my favourite meal Rosa thought, as she planted a soft kiss on Snivy’s tip. Her tongue darted out from behind her teeth quickly, lapping up the water pre-seed from Snivy’s slit, letting the alluring taste roll through her mouth. She let out a soft, sensual moan, knowing she had to stay quiet with her mother and all their company downstairs. The Grass Snake was trying to be quiet as well, the soft thin leaf-like appendages that made up his stubby hands curled inwards, his big round eyes snapping shut as Rosa’s mouth sealed around his dick. It took a lot of lube to allow Rosa to properly swallow Snivy’s dick, the waxy skin tending to catch against her tongue. After years of practice, however, Rosa had learned how to keep the saliva in her mouth flowing, keeping Snivy’s cock properly lubricated as she bobbed her head up and down the shaft. The extremely busty slut hollowed out her cheeks as she effortlessly deep throat the grass type, eyes rolling back in her head as the fresh taste that his member always bore hit her tongue. She could feel the texture of his skin slowing her down as she secreted more saliva to not give herself a friction burn.
“Snivy,” The Pokémon moaned, large eyes snapping shut. Rosa pulled herself from the tip of the dick, several thick strands of saliva connecting her pouty lips to her starter’s cock. Large globs of saliva had fallen down onto Rosa’s bust, leaving a huge glistening puddle of spittle alongside dark stains on her shirt, turning the white parts see-through.
“Shhhh,” Rosa hissed out, the saliva that was connecting the two severing as her hand moved in front of her mouth, now covered her digits, “My mom is probably about t-“
“Rosa!” Her mother called in a far less caring tone than before, “Rosa Whitley, you come downstairs right now, the match is about to start!”
“I’ve got it on my Xtransceiver!” Rosa called back. A white lie, knowing for a fact her mother didn’t know enough about the device to call her bluff - as the Xtransceiver could not stream the match due to the pay-wall it was behind.
“You’re gonna watch it on that small screen? We’ve got snacks down here,” Her mother replied, annoyed by her daughter’s answers.
Rosa’s hand wrapped around Snivy’s shaft, stroking the Pokémon from base to tip slowly, aiming his cock for in between her massive bust, “Yup! I, uhhh, want to take a shower before I come downstairs. It’s gonna be a long match anyway!”
Rosa rolled her eyes as she heard the sound of her mother clicking her tongue against her teeth. “Whatever,” The woman said. Rosa heard the sound of feet shuffling away from the steps.
“Finally, some alone time,” Rosa purred, turning her attention back to Snivy, “Now then…where were we?”
She opened her mouth wide, swallowing the cock without any issue. Her head was a blur as she bobbed up and down Snivy’s cock rapidly.
GAG! RETCH! HUTCH! GLURCK! SUCK!!
Saliva began to fall like rain as Rosa bombarded Snivy’s waxy member with spittle and praise (but mostly spittle). Her soft lips glided back and forth against the stiff member as she plunged down the length, effortlessly taking him completely to the base, holding there for a moment, and retreating until only the tip remained in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around every last inch, feeling the throbbing in Snivy’s xylem and phloem was building up, a clear sign he was enjoying her treatment. Her hands went to her strained top, currently covering what sections of her breasts it could. Her fingers dug holes in between the strained, stretched material and her soft, squishy skin. With a swift and sharp pull, the top flew upward, returning to its original, under-stretched state as her massive back breakers fell free. Each of her nipples were the size of her face, but still appropriately sized for just how big her tits were. Her hands were nothing in comparison to their size as she hefted her huge bust upwards, surrounding the bottom few inches of Snivy’s dick.
“Sn-Sni,” The Grass Snake mewled, shutting his large eyes and gnashing his teeth together.
“That’s right,” Rosa purred as her tongue rolled over the rigid tip, “You love my fat fucking fun bags don’t you?” She groped herself hard, squeezing her gargantuan chest together and making Snivy’s dick completely disappear in between them.
“Snivy!” He mewled. Rosa shuddered as she felt the water spray of proper pre-seed erupted between her tits. Her bust was so big that the cock water never reached the surface, becoming completely trapped between her titanic chest.
“I don't mind if you’re already finished,'' Rosa purred in a sensual tone, licking her soft, pouty lips, “I know these perfect prick pleasers of mine are hard for you to resist. Don’t be afraid to shoot all that delicious grass-type goo right in between them. It’s not like anyone would know. I can go watch Hilda’s stupid match with a load of Poké-spunk between my fat back breakers. Then maybe I’ll actually enjoy it!”
Snivy moaned his name again as he began to thrust in between Rosa’s breasts, slamming his tiny form up into her under boob over and over again. Rosa brought her arms up, using her long appendages to squeeze her tits together, compressing her soft chest around Snivy’s hard cock. She began to pump her tits up and down the waxy skin, helped along by all the lubrication she had drooled out onto the green dick. Her tongue was hanging from her mouth, letting saliva fall like rain in between the valley of her gargantuan back breakers. Rosa inhales sharply through her lips. Her nipples were rigid in her massive mammaries, turned on by the sensation of the moistened, waxy grass-type cock that they were pumping up and down. Her hands had practically disappeared into her soft, squishy skin, almost completely enveloped. A shot of clear, watery pre-cum sprayed from Snivy’s tip, splattering all over Rosa’s busty bosom. Rosa bit her lip as the viscous liquid spread across the endless sea of pale flesh that was her chest. She felt the damp spot in her legs expanding, rubbing her thighs together.
“My tits look so good when you pump your pollen all over my back breakers,” Rosa moaned, letting her tongue hang from her mouth, “Don't I look so pretty with your seed on my skin?” She let out a lured moan, rolling her eyes back in her head as she began to pump her tits faster along Snivy’s shaft. She leaned her head down, white hearts burning bright in her pupils as she swallowed his tip down. The xylem and phloem were throbbing even harder as the girthy shaft filled her throat. Rosa buried her face into her chest, pumping her massive bust around the gargantuan shaft of her starter whilst also giving her head up and down with fervour. She swallowed hard, hollowing out her cheeks around the massive member. She felt the slack from lack of lube on the waxy cock. The dick bucked inside her mouth, another shot of watery pre-seed splattering across Rosa’s tongue. The slutty trainer rolled her eyes back in her head, soaking her shorts completely. Her back arched, pushing her massive chest even harder onto Snivy. The grass type moaned, overwhelmed by the feeling of pleasure.
Cum for me! Cum in my mouth! Rosa thought, lathering the cock. The pink appendage spread against the waxy member. She felt Snivy’s massive member bucking inside of her mouth, the hard member battering against her soft innards.
“Snivy!” Her starter mewled, his eyes snapping shut.
Rosa felt the cock engorge even thicker inside her mouth. The water eruption began, spilling the viscous, clear liquid into Rosa’s mouth, with dozens of soft membrane “seedling pods” roughly the size of a small ball bearing. Rosa’s tongue leapt up, forming a barrier. The watery release flowed down her throat and into her stomach whilst all the tiny pods of proper breeding material were pooled under her tongue. After a moment, Snivy’s release ended. Rosa pulled her mouth from the still hard cock. Her tongue scooped up the seed pods, sealing her lips tight. She began to chew and crush the pods in her mouth, feeling them explode with the potent breeding semen, tiny pin pricks against the soft membrane of her cheeks as the sperm tried to knock up her mouth. Rosa’s tongue scraped through her mouth, drawing the extremely sticky, gum-like cum from her mouth, chewing the testicles taffy and swallowing hard, forcing it into her stomach.
“Fucking delicious,” She sighed in satisfaction. She rose to her feet, her huge tits jiggling wildly. Her hands went to her pants and shorts starting to pull them down, “Now, my pussy is hungry too. Feel like trying to knock me up for the millionth time? Maybe you'll succeed!”
“Rosa!” Her mother's voice shouted from downstairs in a frantic tone.
“What?!” Rosa shouted back.
“Are you okay?” Her mother replied.
“Yeah, why?” Rosa asked, confusion coating her words.
“You weren't watching the match, were you!” Her mother snapped.
“I … I was just about to turn it back on,” Rosa replied. Her brow furrowed, further perplexed by her mother’s tone, “What’s wrong?”
“Hilda lost!” Her mother replied, “She's not the champion anymore.”
“The match just started?!” Rosa dashed over to her computer, opening the laptop and pounding in her password.
“It was a blowout! Iris swept her team!”
Rosa didn't hear the words, opening social media. Video after video of her cousin's Emboar being tossed down by an Excadrill with a defeating Drill Run.
Rosa put a hand over her mouth, eyes wide in surprise.
A blowout?! Rosa thought There's no way…

“Hilda,” the soft voice called gently up the stairs, hesitantly waiting for a reply. None came.
“Hilda, dear,” The voice of her mother repeated, “Your food’s here.”
The door to the room upstairs opened, but no light was cast out into the hallway. Emerging from the oft-locked chamber was not Hilda Blackburn, but her Simisage. The Thorn Monkey came down the stairs to where her mother stood at the bottom, moving past the concerned woman to the front door. The delivery man handed off the large brown bag of “Kantonian” food (truthfully, Unovan food that was marketed as being authentic Kantonian food). He pressed a few buttons on his Xtransceiver - marking the delivery as completed. The Simisage scampered back across the room, holding the back in both hands as he lumbered back and forth towards the stairs.
As the grass type reached for the railing to ascend back to the room on the second floor, a hand went out, stopping him.
“Simisage,” Hilda’s mother said softly, “Be a dear and tell my daughter I’d like her to come out of her room at some point this week.”
“Isage,” The Pokémon nodded his head with a grunt. Hilda’s mother dropped her hand, letting the Thorn Monkey scamper up the stairs and disappear into the room, shutting the door with his tail.
She let out a sigh, worry filling her heart.
Inside Hilda’s room, Simisage crossed the sea of empty food containers and paper bags that covered the messy room. Massive blackout curtains covered the windows to keep the room dark, despite it being before sunset in Nuvema Town. The Thorn Monkey moved over to the edge of the bed, as he had gotten used to doing in the many weeks that they had been staying at Hilda’s childhood home. The former champion had returned following her blowout loss to Iris, having not even gone back to her apartment in Lacunosa Town.
She was now lying face down on the bed in her room, as she spent most of her days at this point. Her brown hair was a bit matte, having not showered in two days. Her head was buried in her thin arms, hiding it from the world. On her nightstand was her baseball hat, along with several cans of cheap beer that she had also ordered on her Xtransceiver, which was currently strapped to her dainty wrist.
A pair of frilly pink sleep shorts was on the former champion’s body, the only bit of clothing she was wearing. Her bare back was technically covered by the spread of hair that covered her, but it was still easy to see she was topless. Not that it mattered, Hilda’s breasts were no more than buds that had never flowered on her chest. If she wore too many layers, one could mistake her for a boy from the waist up. Of course, from the waist down, there was no mistaking her. Hilda’s hips were several times wider than her shoulder blades, often necessitating the pear-shaped trainer to turn sideways to enter a room. Of course, the shelf-like, triple-extra-wide hips were necessary. Elsewise, Hilda’s colossal ass wouldn’t be supported properly. Each cheek was a significant portion of the former champion's body weight. Even now, wallowing in her bed, rotting away as she had been doing since she lost, Simisage’s eyes were drawn to the massive cheeks, which were stretching the aforementioned sleep shorts to their limit. The frilly and thin material was stretched taut across the sea of skin that was her massive cheeks. Despite moving very little in the moment, Hilda’s gargantuan ass was shaking in such an enticing way to the Thorn Monkey. He could hardly keep his eyes off it as it jiggled.
And it wasn’t the only part of Hilda’s body that seemed to be a perpetual motion machine. Her extremely plump thighs - which were also necessary to support the titanic set of cheeks on Hilda’s backside, also seemed to always be shaking just a bit. Laying on the bed in a pathetic repose, Hilda’s massive ass drew the eyes. The grass type drew himself from the trance long enough to place the food on the edge of the bed for his trainer.
The shift in weight on the bed made Hilda’s ass shake even more. She lifted her head, revealing a tired look with bags under her eyes.
“Thanks, Simisage,” Hilda said in a raspy voice, hoarse from crying. The Thorn Monkey nodded before turning into ethereal red energy, returning to his pokéball, sitting on the floor.
Hilda inhaled, pushing herself up and shifting onto her massive ass, sitting up on her bed. She looked around her near-pitch black room, scanning the sea of garbage that had collected on the floor. She looked away, not wanting to deal with it now. She pulled the bag of food to her, ripping the top open, free of the staples that sealed the bag. Inside was enough food to feed four people. All for her.
She began to unpack the containers, laying the plastics and paper boxes out on her nightstand. She pushed aside the empties and other garbage that were sitting on it to make room. She paused for a moment, staring at her hat.
It was white with a pink bill and a pink poké-ball embroidered onto the hard material. There was a hole in the back, out of which she often directed all her hair. She turned the item around in her hand a few times, a fresh wave of melancholy starting to drown her as she let her food get cold - she’d eat it either way after all.
Knock knock.
“Hilda,” Her mother’s voice called.
“Yeah?” She answered in a tired tone, looking towards the wooden door that kept her mother out.
“The garbage goes out tomorrow,” Her mother explained, “If ummm … you wanted to clean your room up a bit.”
“Okay, thanks,” Hilda replied without much energy in her voice, turning her attention back to her food.
“You okay, honey?”
“I’m just tired,” Hilda said after a moment.
“Okay,” Her mother stepped away from the door without saying anything else.
Silence fell in Hilda’s room once again. She pulled the lid off one of the containers, using the chopsticks that were included to start eating the food. The taste filled her mouth, which felt muted as she mindlessly consumed the massive meal she had gotten for herself. Every bite was a moment of escape, keeping that match from her mind. Staining sauces and crumbs fell from her pouty lips onto her pudgy stomach and flat chest. She barely cared, only raising her hand to brush it aside twice. She was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, her thicc, pillowy thighs folded over one another.
She cracked a beer can open to wash everything down. Slowly, but surely, Hilda ate the entirety of all the food she had ordered. Down to the “Kantonian Jelly Doughnuts”, dessert on top of everything. A burp escaped her lips as she haphazardly placed her empties and the containers back into the bag, balancing precariously on the edge of her nightstand. She lay down again, this time on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Silence fell, encroaching on the former champion from all around. Her arms were spread wide to either side of her body.
“AND BEARTIC GOES DOWN! THE CHAMPION’S ACE IN THE HOLE TAKEN OUT WITH A SINGLE BLOW FROM IRIS’ EXCADRILL!”
Her grip on the sheets tightened, her face contorting into an expression of anguish. Her eyes were wincing hard, trying to make the darkness surrounding her even darker.
“THIS BEAST HAS RUN THROUGH HALF OF THE CHAMPION’S TEAM! THE DRAGON MASTER OF OPELUCID CITY CLEARLY CAME TO THIS FIGHT TO WIN! MEANWHILE, OUR CHAMPION HAS YET TO DO ANY REAL DAMAGE TO IRIS’ TEAM!”
Hilda’s breathing began to grow more rapid, and the skin on her knuckles pulled taut from how tightly she was gripping the sheets. She felt like she was out of breath suddenly.
“IT’S A CLEAN SWEEP! THE DRAGON MASTER IRIS HAS SHUT OUT CHAMPION HILDA! SIX-NOTHING! HILDA BLACKBURN HAS BEEN DETHRONED AS THE CHAMPION OF UNOVA!”
She sat up rapidly in her bed, a cold sweat coating her exposed skin. She couldn’t catch her breath, her chest heaving as her lungs filled, trying to calm her pounding heart. She reached over to the bedside nightstand, knocking over the bag of food and sending her baseball hat to the floor. She pulled open the drawer, several pokéballs rattling around inside. She grabbed one, expanding it to full size and tossing it across her room.
Flames illuminated the room as her starter emerged from the ball. The Mega Fire Pig let out a roar as he flexed his barrel-like arms. “EMBOAR!” He exclaimed, emerging from his ball for the first time in days. His boastful declaration stopped as he spotted his trainer, clearly in distress. The fire type kicked his way through the debris that covered the floor over to her. Hilda leapt out of bed, wrapping her arms around her start, pushing her practically nude body close to his, feeling his naturally high body heat against her clammy skin. Emboar’s massive hand wrapped around her. They were nearly the same height; Hilda was only five inches taller than him. She held him tightly, putting her head on his.
“Emboar,” He said hesitantly.
“I know … I know,” Hilda replied, her breathing starting to slow. The flames around his neck licked at her skin, drying the sweat on her chest. She pulled back, swallowing down the last of her emotions, “I just … I need to stop thinking about it, right?”
Her starter nodded, agreeing with her assessment of her current mental state. An exhausted smile crossed her lips as a naughty idea formed in her head.
“Okay, then I need you to erase every thought from my head. Can you do that?” Hilda asked.
Emboar nodded again. Hilda licked her lips, feeling her core clench in excitement. “Good.”
She turned around, facing the bed she had just been lying on. Emboar stepped back as Hilda reached down to the hem of her pyjama shorts. She wrapped her lithe fingers around the soft material, slowly peeling them from her triple-extra-wide, shelf-like hips. Emboar inhaled, his flames growing bright as his arousal grew. Hilda bent herself over to a ninety degree angle, pushing her heart shaped ass out towards the Mega Fire Pig. Her two massive cheeks now sat higher in the air than her head thanks to the sheer volume that made up the absolute industrial bakery that was Hilda Blackburn’s massive ass.
From underneath his furs, Emboar’s cannon of a cock emerged. The corkscrew-shaped member protruded from the barrel-chested fire type’s body, jutting out like the bowsprit of a ship. Emboar placed his hand upon Hilda’s small back, the width of his splayed claws being wider than her snatched waist. He pressed down on her, pinning her to the bed she was bent over. Hilda drew in a sharp breath, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum, the anticipation making her feel something, the only thing she could feel nowadays. The fully engorged cock was roughly as thick as Hilda’s gargantuan thighs, and therefore wider than her waist at its thinnest. Her starter grunted as he pushed his corkscrew tip in between her endless ass cheeks, pushing them apart as he searched for her favourite hole. A sharp inhale from Hilda informed Emboar that his corkscrew cock had indeed pressed up against her asshole.
His claws gripped her back tighter, turning Hilda from a pinned slut into a proper fleshlight in that moment, a sex toy in his hands. He thrust forward. Hilda’s head turned, screaming into her mattress. Her thicc thighs went limp as she slumped into her bed. The uniquely shaped cock scraping against her guts as Emboar cored himself into her, reshaping Hilda’s innards as he ruthlessly pounded into her the way she liked it. She gripped the sheets tightly, the skin on her knuckles pulled taut from how tightly her fists were clenched. Her massive clap wagon was jiggling and rippling and smacking together hard from the force of the impacts that Emboar was laying into her.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
The noise was damn near deafening as Emboar ploughed into the endless pale field that was Hilda Blackburn’s gargantuan, industrial bakery of an ass. The former champion bit down on her sheets, eyes rolling back into her head as every vicious thrust from her starter cleansed her mind of the dark clouds that seemed to permanently occupy her every thought. Her cunt squirted and squirted, the arousal evaporating as Emboar’s body temperature continued to rise, having already been quite hot to start with. Hilda was trying her best to keep quiet, but at the same time, was losing her mind over how hard Emboar was laying into her.
He r-really is go-gonna e-erase every thought! Hilda thought. Her hand came up, covering her mouth as she tried to keep the moan that was bubbling up her throat from escaping. The Mega Fire Pig grunted as his corkscrew cock bucked inside of Hilda. The former champion let her moan out, eyes rolling off in two different directions as her gargantuan ass and bottom heavy bottom half were lifted off the bed by the movement of her starter’s cock. Her torso was being reshaped from the inside out, the imprint of his cock under skin writhing around inside of her with every brutal thrust he laid into her. His claws pressed into Hilda’s sensitive and soft skin hard, pushing her further into the bedframe, which was now creaking and shaking wildly.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Hilda’s face was flush with arousal as another whorish moan broke against her hand. Spittle was leaking from between her fingers as black hearts burned themselves into her brown pupils. She began to shake and gyrate her ass, just a little bit. The fire type couldn’t help but note it was far from the enthusiasm she normally had when throwing her ass in a circle for him, but it was more movement than he had gotten out of her in weeks, so he was fine with it. Her massive cheeks were a hypnotic pattern, drawing Emboar in. His corkscrew cock bucked inside of her again, firing off another shot of seed deep into her guts. Another moan escaped Hilda’s lips, pressed deep into her palm. Her face was beet-red now.
She felt his tip erupt inside of her, just a little bit. Superheated pre-seed sprayed into her guts, like hot water cleansing her innards. Hilda’s toes curled so hard they cracked as the heat permeated through her body, burning her troubles away. Her hand was shaking as her body began to turn cold to compensate for the heat that was now burning away at her guts. Emboar was only thrusting hard, slam fucking himself against her. In that moment, if she was capable of comprehensible thought, Hilda would have been thankful that her ass was as big as it was. She would have been thankful for effectively being a two-legged centaur. She would have been thankful for having such a pillowy, soft, squishy butt, that could absorb the Heat Crash-like impacts she was currently absorbing with every thrust. Emboar hilted himself into her every time, his thrusts growing more and more sporadic with each pass. The Mega Fire Pig grunted his name, his tusks gnashing together as he felt pleasure cascading over his own body.
Another shot of pre-cum boiled inside of Hilda’s guts, singing her from the inside out. Tears were now streaming down her face, the heat making her stomach sour as she fucked herself against him purely on instinct. Her mind had been completely purged. The two black hearts in her eyes were shining bright, despite being black, projecting themselves across the room.
Emboar’s cock bucked once again, lifting the bottom heavy whore up off the bed entirely for a second before she slammed back down. Hilda’s cunt contracted hard around nothing as a torrent of squirt erupted. Her room was filled with steam as her arousal gushed from between her pillowy thighs and splattered against Emboar’s furs, instantly vaporising. The bed creaked and groaned, the wood bowing in the frame, trying its best not to snap. Hilda’s pathetic moans filled the room, her tongue falling from her slack jaw.
“F-fuck,” She moaned, body shaking, “F-uck. Oh, Arceus, right there.”
Hilda arched her back, her ass looking monumental in comparison to her snatched waist. Her massive, pale cheeks were a sea of motion, drawing Emboar in with their hypnotic pattern.
CREAK! PLAP! CREAK! GROAN! PLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! PLAP! CREAK! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! CREAK!
The former champion’s mind was completely blank, only able to moan and mewl in pleasure like the brain dead fuck doll her starter always turned her into. His massive, girthy member cored her out, his corkscrew cock scraping up against the most sensitive spots of Hilda’s guts. A shot of burning hot pre-seed burned through Hilda’s body, raising her internal temperature, causing a shivering rush across her skin. She was completely fucked stupid, eyes rolled hard into the back of her head, cheeks flush with arousal as her tongue hung from her pouty lips.
The Mega Fire Pig grunted as he felt his orgasm growing in his balls; he was finding it harder and harder to resist his innate urge to finish.
“D-do it,” Hilda moaned, “C-cum inside me~!”
Emboar did as he was ordered, hilting himself on the base and letting his orgasm come on. His massive member engorged itself, pumping a gargantuan load of boiling hot nut sludge into Hilda’s guts. The pear-shaped former champion shrieked in pleasure, experiencing another mind-shattering orgasm. She felt her innards burning with the heat of fire-type semen. Hilda’s body was shuddering and thrashing wildly as she was overcome with orgasmic bliss.

“It’s just heartbreaking, sis,” Hilda’s mother said into her Xtransceiver, working to fix herself some dinner, “She barely leaves her room, she just stays up there all day and night, ordering food and doing who-knows-what!”
“Seems our daughters are becoming more and more alike,” Rosa’s mother replied with a sigh, “Rosa stayed in her room the entirety of Hilda’s match! She got her starter over four years ago, and yet she doesn’t go out and do anything. She’s not considering Ranger school, no Coordinator challenges, challenging the league. None of it!”
Hilda’s mother grunted, “Maybe it’s time our daughters helped one another. I think Hilda needs a new goal. She’s too afraid to challenge Iris herself. But … she’d make a fantastic tutor.”
Rosa’s mother did not reply right away. “What are you suggesting?”

“Rosa, dear, can you come down here?”
POP!
“In a second, Mom!” Rosa called back, looking over her shoulder as she stroked Snivy’s cock.
“Now, please,” Her mother insisted.
Rosa grunted in frustration, sensing the undertones of the word that meant this was not up for negotiation.
“Be right down,” The busty Pokéslut replied. She got to her feet and grabbed a sweatshirt, zipping the pastel pink thing up over her exposed tits. She exited her room and went downstairs.
To Rosa’s shock, her mother was not alone in the living room. Standing in their small home was a familiar sight. Hilda Blackburn was dressed in her signature look. A plain, cotton white tank top with a black leather sleeveless vest over top of that. A pink and white baseball hat covering her head, with a high ponytail of silky brown hair spilling out the back, with her face bracketed by a pair of long slut strands running down to her collar bones. A pair of chunky black boots with pink laces covered small feet, with black socks sticking out of them. On her legs were a pair of denim shorts. Of course, thanks to just how massive Rosa’s cousin’s ass was, it was more like a glorified denim thong. Both of her gargantuan pale cheeks, each several magnitudes larger than Hilda’s thin waist, were on complete display, accentuating her thicc thighs and shelf-like, triple extra wide hips. The two cloth pockets jutted out, covering her thicc thighs, extending far longer than her tight bottoms. The shorts plunged down to cover her pussy, before climbing to get upwind of her soft thighs, only drawing further attention to her heart shaped ass and just how much wider her hips were than her waist.
“Hey, ‘cuz,” Rosa greeted Hilda, slowly descending the last few steps. Her eyes glanced over to her mother, who was standing in the living room with a smile on her face. Rosa’s face contorted into a frown. “What’s going on?”
“Your cousin has agreed to come help you train!” Her mother declared.
Hilda turned around, looking her cousin in the eyes, “Hey Rosa,” she said with a wave.
Rosa returned the wave, but her gaze drifted over to her mother, “T-training?”
“Of course!” Her mother declared, “It’s time you properly started your Pokémon journey! And who better to mentor you than the former champion of Unova?!”
Rosa glanced at Hilda, noticing the way her pear-shaped cousin winced at the word ‘former’, something completely unnoticed by her mother. She pursed her lips together.
“I … I don’t really want t-”
“Nonsense, Rosa! You got that Snivy of yours so many years ago now! And it's still a Snivy? I know the West Coast doesn’t have as easy a time connecting to the mainland, but you should still do something. When you were so little, you always wanted to be a trainer, after all,” Her mother declared. She turned around, shuffling passed Hilda towards the kitchen. The two cousins locked eyes, sharing an unspoken exchange of just how uncomfortable they both were.
“Look, see,” Rosa’s mother declared, returning with a massive tote bag, “I already packed for you! Head upstairs and get dressed!”
Rosa let out a sigh, realising she truly did not have a choice in the matter, “Okay.”

Rosa adjusted her visor, which sat on her head. Two long twin tails rain down passed her decently sized but (which seemed flat in comparison to her cousin). Two large buns also adorned her head, doing their best to contain the endless volumes of brown hair the busty Pokéslut possessed. She had on a pair of white sneakers with pink lacing as she was all but pushed out the door by her mother.
“Good luck, you two!” She declared.
SLAM!
Hilda inhaled the brackish air of Aspertia City, she gave a small cough.
Rosa turned and looked at her cousin, only turning her head as there was not enough room between the two to swing her massive tits around, barely contained in her baseball tee.
“So … was this your idea?” Rosa asked.
“Nope,” Hilda replied, “I think our moms are scheming.”
“Great,” Rosa grunted, “You know … I wanted to be a trainer when I was nine. I also wanted to be a firefighter and a long-haul truck driver. People’s dreams change.”
“What do you want to do now?” Hilda asked in a bored tone, she gave the air another sniff. Her hand went to her nose, pinching it as her face twisted up in disgust, “What is the horrid smell?”
“What smell?” Rosa asked, having barely ever left Aspertia City in her nineteen years of life.
Hilda sighed, “Never mind. Listen … I’m not happy about this either. But clearly, our moms want us out of the house. So, how about we catch a boat to the mainland, and we can split up from there?”
“Mainland?” Rosa grunted, “You fuckin’ easties …” She crossed her arms in front of her gargantuan bust, straining the stitching of her top as she compressed her big tits.
Hilda frowned. “What does that mean?”
Rosa shook her head, “Never mind,” She waved her hand. “We clearly can’t head home…wait, don’t you live in Lucanosa? What do you mean your mom kicked you out?”
“Oh …” Hilda’s voice trailed off as her hand left her nose. She looked down at the ground, “I uhhh … have been staying with my mom since the loss.”
Rosa got a bit quiet, only nodding her head slowly, “Right… well… mainland then? What exactly am I supposed to do once we get there?”
“I ‘unno,” Hilda shrugged, “Go have a couple battles, get some cash and rent a room somewhere?”
“You know I have zero battle experience, right?” Rosa replied.
Hilda blinked at her cousin in confusion, “What? You’ve had your Snivy since you were fifteen. I remember Bianca telling me about giving it to you. What do you mean you have no battle experience?”
“I mean, I’m not a trainer!” Rosa replied indignantly, “Not all of us got to live in the same town as the professor and get to be her personal research assistant as a leg up on our journeys.”
Hilda blinked What the hell was that about?
Rosa didn’t say another word, turning on the balls of her feet and marching off down the road. Her massive bust jiggled and bounced, straining the stitching of her shirt as she walked off. Even when she was angry with the world, she couldn’t stop herself from being lewd. Hilda followed suit, in a similar situation as her gargantuan ass swung and shook behind her, cheeks galloping as she sauntered forward, her hips swaying back and forth like the weight in a grandfather clock.
The pear-shaped former champion twisted her head left and right, taking in the sight of the city she had not returned to in years. It was covered in decaying roads and decrepit buildings. The smell continued to brutalise her nostrils, making her lungs feel sour. Her skin felt the rank air against all of her very exposed body. She looked up, finding the skyline was choked by the sight of tall buildings with double-digit floor counts. It was nothing like her sleepy, simple town on the opposite coast of Unova.
They crossed road after road, barely finding any sign of green or plants between Rosa Whitley’s house and the northern gate. Rosa paused, turning on her heels towards her cousin, snapping the former champion out of the horrified trance of urbanism that had set up on her.
“What?” Rosa grunted, placing her hands on her wide-ish hips (nothing compared to Hilda's, though).
Hilda locked eyes with her cousin, face going from concern to confusion, “Wh-what?”
“You look like you're expecting to be jumped by a gang,” Rosa explained in a flat tone, an unamused look on her face. “Seriously, do you even go anywhere that isn't a vacation town anymore?”
Hilda frowned, “Hey, I'm not a fan of this arrangement that's been forced on us either! You don't need to keep swinging at me.”
Rosa turned and gestured towards the gate, pointing to the oddly futuristic-looking tunnel that led out of the city to the route, “You can head northeast to Virbank, can catch a ferry back to the mainland from there.”
“Why do you keep calling it that?” Hilda asked, stepping forward.
“Calling it what?” Rosa turned her head back to Hilda.
“The Mainland. You're making it soon, and like Aspertua and Virbank are on an island.”
Rosa shrugged, “You can get back to your hometown in no time, I'm sure.”
Hilda paused, looking up at the gate. She only had her Emboar with her, but that would be more than enough to get her to Virbank. She looked back at Rosa.
“You're not coming with?” Hilda asked, “You aren't gonna be let back in your house.”
Rosa shrugged again, “I'll figure something out, but I'm not going to run around and fight for money.”
Hilda clicked her tongue against her teeth, “You really don't know how to fight… Do you even have any other Pokémon?”
Rosa shook her head. Hilda reached her hand forward, taking Rosa’s hand and stepping confidently towards the gate.
“C’mon,” She states sternly. Rosa let out a yelp, her massive back breakers nearly spilling from her top as she was dragged forward.
The cousins passed through the gate and out onto Route 19. It was the green that Hilda had desired. High hills and sharp cliffs were densely packed with tall sentinels that reached high into the sky. A wildly different image, contrasting with the grey city they had just left behind. Hilda’s jaw went slack as she took in the gorgeous view. A stiff breeze blew threw the air, whipping across her soft, warm skin, pushing away the dingy feeling of the city she had left behind.
Rosa, who was used to the mundane look of Route 19, pursed her lips in annoyance, placing clenched fists upon her hips “You good, ‘cuz?”
“This is gorgeous. And you wanted to stay in that city?” Hilda asked, staring ahead in awe.
“No roughing it? No annoying trainers? Air conditioning?” Rosa asked, crossing her arms, pushing her massive bust together, straining her shirt, “Yeah, I liked my home.”
“Just … c’mon,” Hilda gestured, moving away from the gate and down the hill into the route’s dirt roads. Her ass cheeks jiggled wildly as she walked, a sea of pale skin rippling and bouncing wildly as she moved, clapping together lightly as her black boots slammed into the dirt.
“Where are you going?” Rosa called.
“Just follow me, tits-for-brains,” Hilda shouted back.
Fucking bitch Rosa though as a sneer covered her face. Nevertheless, she followed her older cousin down the hill into a field of tall grass.
Hilda felt the tips of the grass tickling against her thicc thighs and plump ass, her core clenching, imagining they were the thin digits of a grass type. Rosa caught up, scanning the grass for wild Pokémon. To her left, she watched as some of the grass shuddered, a creature moving unseen in the grass.
“Oh shit, Hilda!” Rosa explained. Her hands went up, grabbing onto Hilda’s svelte shoulders, twisting her cousin around towards the shifting in the grass. The busty girl’s massive back breakers pressed into Hilda’s spine. Hilda eyed the shifting bush, watching as Pokésign shifted lazily. Whatever it was, it hadn't noticed them.
“Perfect!” Hilda declared. She reached up to the straps of her backpack, pulling them off her shoulders and pulling the bag around to her front. The zipper was undone, and she fished around inside. “Call out Snivy.”
Rosa blinked twice in confusion, “What?”
“Call out your Snivy,” Hilda repeated, “You are going to catch whatever that is.”
She produced a shrunken Pokéball. She pressed the button in the middle, expanding the ball to over the size of his palm. She tossed it through the air, over to Rosa. It landed on her massive rock, nestled between her huge tits.
“I've never been in a battle before,” Rosa’s voice was suddenly quite sheepish. Hilda let out a sigh, her arms slumping down her sides.
The grass broke suddenly as a Purloin leapt forward. Its paws pressed into the ground, glaring at the two women. Rosa jumped backwards, her huge chest bouncing wildly, tossing the Pokéball into the air.
“Ooh, not a bad first catch!” Hilda declared.
The pear-shaped former champion took a step back, letting Purloin know their target was the busty one. Rosa’s hand dove into her bag, working frantically to find Snivy’s ball. Her lithe digits pressed against the shell of the Pokéball. Her hand grasped the ball, ripping it out of her bag and sending several other items flying.
“Go! Snivy!” She declared. With a flash of light, the grass starter emerged. The sleepy Grass Snake was yawning as it formed into a solid. The Purloin dashed forward, scratching the grass type across the face.
“Snivy!” He exclaimed, bringing his small, flat arms up towards its huge face.
“Oh shit!” Rosa declared, “Uhh … Scratch?”
The grass type turned and looked at his trainer, perplexed.
“It doesn't know that!” Hilda shouted.
“What does he know then?!” Rosa screeched back.
The Purloin hit Snivy with another scratch, sending the grass starter stumbling backwards.
“Uhhh … Tackle, Snivy!” Rosa shouted, throwing her arm out with the command and making her massive chest jiggle wildly. The Grass Snake rallied, rushing forward and slamming its body into the Devious Pokémon, sending it down to the ground flat on its back.
“Alright, Snivy, someone's getting a b-” Rosa’s face drained of colour as she leapt into the air in victory, her tits bouncing so wildly. that the left one escaped her top. She glanced down at her cousin.
Oh damn, I don't know how much I can say! What if Hilda freaks out?! Rosa thought. Hilda twisted her head, looking up at her cousin. Shit! She knows what I was gonna say!
“It's not over yet, dummy!” Hilda declared, “Throw the Pokéball!”
Oh right! Rosa’s hand went down to her tits, plucking the empty ball from in between them. She bummed the ball as her feet planted themselves back in the dirty road. The red and white container slammed into the body of the Purloin as it got to its feet, suddenly changing into red energy. The dark type was swallowed inside, and the ball shook thrice - catch successful.
“Yes!” Rosa cheered, her exposed tit bouncing.
“Good work,” Hilda grinned, trying not to stare at her cousin’s massive back breakers. Rosa suddenly felt a stiff breeze against her nipple, making her realise she was more nude than she meant to be. She tucked herself away, a bashful look on her face.
“Wow, that was … awesome,” Rosa beamed as she retrieved the ball.
“There's no rush like it,” Hilda replied with a grin, “Uhh… maybe we can stick together a bit longer? I can teach you a few more things?”
Rosa sighed, “Until Virbank. Then we can decide what we’re doing next.”
Hilda nodded, “Okay.”

It was sunset when the two arrived in the next town. Every single trainer they encountered knew who Hilda was on sight, wanting to avoid getting stomped by her. Former champion or not, Hilda had a reputation.
Floccesy Town was in sight, finding no gate guarding the city as they approached from the west.
“The champ before me lives here,” Hilda noted.
“Alder?” Rosa inquired, “That's his name, right?”
“Yeah,” Hilda nodded, “He invited me over a lot. I never went. We can stop in on him, persuade him to let us stay the night. Better than renting rooms at the Pokécenter.”
Rosa nodded, following her pear-shaped cousin through the town. They travelled up the paved roads, passing an old church and a large park where people and Pokénon were playing. They arrived at a mundane-looking home with a battlefield outside.
“This is his place, at least, this was the address he sent me,” Hilda noted.
Rosa followed her cousin up to the front door. Hilda’s knuckles curled together, wrapping around the wooden door four times. They waited. No one came to the door. Hilda knocked again. They waited again.
“I don’t think he’s home, ‘cuz,” Rosa stated.
“Well … shit …” Hilda sighed, “I guess Pokécenter will do for tonight.”
“You looking for Alder?” A voice called.
The two turned their heads to see a woman walking along the dirt path that led out of the town to Route 20.
“Yeah,” Hilda nodded, “You know where he is?”
“He’s out by the Floccesy Ranch,” She explained, pointing north up the route, “I just came from that direction.”
“How far from town is that?” Hilda asked, cocking her head to one side.
“‘Bout twenty minutes?” She shrugged. The woman walked off, done with the conversation.
“Alright, let’s go,” Hilda gestured for Rosa to follow, “We can get there before the sun completely sets.”
Rosa sighed, falling in line, “Okay.”
The busty woman followed her pear-shaped cousin, heading off to Route 20, the sun casting long shadows, accentuating their lewd silhouettes.
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