Chapter 9
Saturday was so intensely crazy that I honestly expected it to be a dream I'd wake up from at any moment. It started the moment I woke up and got online, starting to chat up Angie and Tabitha, when I found out the two knew each other, and the pictures I had sent to Angie the night before were all forward to her. Then I found out Angie also knew Lopunny's trainer; conveniently, named Bill. I honestly believed for a moment that he may have been Bill S. Preston, Esquire. He had the personality to match, at least.
The result was a crazy four-way conversation between all of us, Bill congratulating me on Meg and telling me how restless Lopunny has been since I left her, proposing I go by his place some time with Meg for a little partner swapping, an idea I wholeheartedly supported. The four of us swapped links to our stuff, shared a few stories, and all in all, it was a great way to spend my morning. Behind me on the bed, Meg was experimenting with her vine whip attack to provide some rather interesting pleasures to herself and Delcatty, something I gladly got some footage of for them. One guy and two bi girls, talking about fucking animals. But by that point, I was so far gone that everything seemed to make sense and didn't seem at all strange to me.
Between all the new pictures I received from them and the stuff I had already gathered--videos included--I was considering buying a new computer, or at least a hard drive, before I ran out of hard drive space. A terabyte would hopefully be enough for me to enjoy every last damn Pokephilia image I so damn wanted.
Another thing I emerged from that conversation with was a 'to do' list; Pokemon that I would, if they were female and in the daycare, attempt to get it on with. Tabitha said it really wasn't hard to even get a wild Pokemon to have sex, and seemingly rare was one that wasn't willing. My list was a fair bit longer than I probably would have been comfortable with had I not had three apparent veterans of Pokephilia telling me it's alright. Having a big list was alright, since it was unlikely I'd encounter every last one of them. Except I worked in a daycare, so it was more likely than they probably realized.
Would it have been admirable for me to finish the list? They said yes, I said yes simply because of all the pussy it'd get me, but it still felt a bit off. I guess I wasn't as far gone as I thought. Whether that was good or not, I'll leave up to people to decide for themselves.
Elaine called well before lunch to tell me a Charmander had hatched and that we could come by to pick him up. As if she knew exactly what the phone call was about, Amy was ready to go the moment I had the phone down, dressed in her jeans and with a massive luggage bag, since I promised to stop off at the Pokemart with her and get the stuff necessary to actually have a Charmander, the same supplies I went out and bought for Meg. I shook my head, asking for a moment to fill up the food bowls and tell the girls we were out. She waited downstairs while I swiftly moved up to tell them to hold off on the sex until we got back. Last thing mom needed was to come home seeing my Pokemon violating hers on the kitchen table.
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Arriving at work during mid-day when I didn't have to work was so satisfying I wanted to come by every Saturday for absolutely no reason, even if it's coming in through the front door.
"Good to see you two," Elaine greeted us at the entrance. "My, Amy, how you've grown."
I left the two to talk and slipped in as quickly as possible. Not sure why, it just seemed a much more comfortable thing than hanging out by the front desk with my little sister while a family friend treated her about half as old as she was. Even if she did act that way sometimes. It was my daily routine by that point, perfectly normal. Even if it wasn't my shift, I'd at least get to visit some of the Pokemon. If the weekend worker was on break--it was almost noon, so he was likely about to go on it--I could maybe even grab some time with the twins. Some sweet Eeveelution pussy would certainly make hauling around my little sister all day a lot more worth it.
As I hit the field, however, a red mass about my height charged me from the side. I had absolutely no time to respond, just only leaning forward into my roll when everything went blank for just a second, but long enough to seriously rattle me. Trying hard to center myself, I felt warm arms around me and no ground at my feet. Or head. Which at least means I saved myself from falling on my head. Hopefully. When finally I came to, I found myself in the arms of a large, red flying type. Mommy Charizard. Maybe she wanted a little something in exchange for taking her kid.
Seconds later, she dropped me off in a clearing just shortly outside of the daycare; barely far enough to be secluded from any roads or the hearing range of anyone resting against the fence. We were pushing the envelope, but with more people walking around than usual, it was a precaution we had to take.
I turned around then, to find the fast-moving Charizard presenting. Her body, even projecting its power, was streamlined and feminine, attractive and calling out to me with allures only the presence of a woman could convey. Her skin was a lighter shade, more orange than the deep red of males. But the biggest declaration of her attraction as she leaned on all fours in front of me, tail raised, were her holes. Her slick, dripping cunt begging for me to just ram my cock in it, while at the base of her tail, her even tighter asshole called out to me just a touch quieter than her pussy.
My moral dilemma was which hole to fuck first on a Charizard.
Mama, this surely is a dream.
I obliged, dropping my pants and moving forward, hand reaching down and taking aim as I took the plunge.
And it was glorious.
Everything Tabby told me about fire-types made perfect sense. She said they were the apex of sensation, and I could see why. You'd think a Pokemon big as a Charizard, especially apparently getting drilled by a Rampardos as frequently as the trainer implied, would be a bit looser than, say, Meg or Ampharos. But she wasn't. She cuddled my cock snugly inside her wet hole, and on top of that was an intense warmth. Not the warmth of a body, but heat, soothing and welcoming, like the distant radiation of a fire on a cold winter morning. It pulled me in deeper, calling out to me and comforting mind and body. Why on earth I would have ignored Tabitha's word was beyond me, since she had been right so many damn times.
A soft moan escaped her lips as I began to thrust slowly, powerfully forcing myself back in, rocking our bodies forward every time like a well-oiled machine. A solid, rough fucking was just what she needed and I have happy to oblige, eager to prove myself worthy of her, hopefully even moreso than Rampardos. Sending her away elated would just make day. If I was lucky, she'd get another egg out with Rampardos's help before leaving, and there'd be an adorable, female Charmander fuck toy for me to take in and care for. If her pussy were any indication...
I shivered as my mind wandered off to all the filthy things I would do that little fire type before realizing all the filthy things I could do to this rather large fire-type, and in fact was doing. My hands found their way to her round, full hips, holding on as I sped up wildly, forcing my dick hard into her each time. In response, her neck curled back and twisted a little as she tried to cope with the pleasure surely surging through her.
My thumb got adventurous, my grasp on one side slipping just a bit more inward as it caressed her tail hole, sending her body twitching randomly. It seemed I found a sensitive spot. Slowly it circled her second entrance, like water slowly spinning down a drain. Her body twitched violently against mine, revealing herself an anal whore. I lamented that I had to leave her divine pussy, but her pleasure was my concern right now, and to be honest, I don't know how much longer I could have resisted.
Slick with her juices, I pulled out of her vagina and repositioned my penis just a bit upward. My teasing finger soon found itself displaced by my penis, sliding slowly and carefully into her tight anal passage that, in response to my intrusion, clenched down, blasting me with heat that ran through my body. It was even stronger than before, spreading even harder and faster through me this time. Every minor ache found itself relieved, melted away by the heat, replaced with the slow-burning flames of passion. Every pleasure point grew alight as the fires reached into my core and back outward, racing through my blood like a drug that made me hunger for more.
Cramming so much into her ass sent her into overdrive. While I was willing to take things slow until she could grow accustomed to it, as I had done with every previous anal adventure, she had taken the reins and decided for me; this girl wasn't taking things slow.
Fine, I'm game. She wants it hard? She'll get it hard.
With as much power and force as I gave her cunt, I pounded Charizard's ass relentlessly, the slick, intensely hot hole convulsing as she clenched and unclenched, alternating between pleasantly tight and a flesh vice. Every thrust felt different as she kept up the erratic pace my motions had no chance or desire to synch up with, since it kept things strangely fresh.
Against me her whole body began to quiver, and with her moving just as much as I did, I let one hand go of her hips and brought it down to where I had neglected. My fingers playing with her vagina while my penis focused on her ass seemed to be the optimal solution, as she hit her orgasm right there. The sleek orange frame trembled against me as fire vomited from her sky-turned maw, dissipating before reaching the line of trees, accented by a loud growl-turned-moan. She froze up partway through, soaking my hand as her ass clenched down tighter than ever before.
My turn to scream. And boy, did I did. Her anus refused to release me as I blew a solid stream of cum directly into her anal cavity, my knees weakening as I leaned against her for support. I brought her hand to my mouth to taste her plain, albeit warmer than usual, pussy juices. Like a warm glass of...something. Her pussy wasn't terrible, but not one I'd go out of my way to sample.
I remained in her ass for the better half of five more minutes as she just cooed in response to my presence up there. I wondered exactly how she got so many eggs if she preferred it up the back door. Unless Rampardos wasn't an anal guy himself. Boy was he missing out.
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We were back into the field before anyone could notice, and I found when I came back the male Machoke walking by and offering a high-five I eagerly took. It seemed all the Pokemon knew about my antics. Maybe I should try to set up something with the long-runners to gauge interest from all the females, since Gardevoir couldn't help me beyond knowing about Umbreon and Espeon. It'd sure as hell help with my list.
I returned to the desk to find Elaine handing the ball to Amy, who immediately let her Charmander out. "Blayze isn't going to stay in his Pokeball."
The Charmander took one look at my sister and smiled. I sure as hell hoped it was a "you seem like a fun person to raise me" sort of smile. It had fucking better have been.
Then I realized her nickname for him, and turned to face her. "You're naming him Blaze?"
"No, Blayze! You have to pronounce the 'y'!"
A y. Great. I guess I shouldn't have expected more from a thirteen year-old who rarely even acted her current age. "Come on; let's go get Blayze some food." I emphasized the 'y' even more than I should have, but I don't think she picked up on it. All the same, I guess. I got something from his mom that certainly made matters even for the day.
The result was a crazy four-way conversation between all of us, Bill congratulating me on Meg and telling me how restless Lopunny has been since I left her, proposing I go by his place some time with Meg for a little partner swapping, an idea I wholeheartedly supported. The four of us swapped links to our stuff, shared a few stories, and all in all, it was a great way to spend my morning. Behind me on the bed, Meg was experimenting with her vine whip attack to provide some rather interesting pleasures to herself and Delcatty, something I gladly got some footage of for them. One guy and two bi girls, talking about fucking animals. But by that point, I was so far gone that everything seemed to make sense and didn't seem at all strange to me.
Between all the new pictures I received from them and the stuff I had already gathered--videos included--I was considering buying a new computer, or at least a hard drive, before I ran out of hard drive space. A terabyte would hopefully be enough for me to enjoy every last damn Pokephilia image I so damn wanted.
Another thing I emerged from that conversation with was a 'to do' list; Pokemon that I would, if they were female and in the daycare, attempt to get it on with. Tabitha said it really wasn't hard to even get a wild Pokemon to have sex, and seemingly rare was one that wasn't willing. My list was a fair bit longer than I probably would have been comfortable with had I not had three apparent veterans of Pokephilia telling me it's alright. Having a big list was alright, since it was unlikely I'd encounter every last one of them. Except I worked in a daycare, so it was more likely than they probably realized.
Would it have been admirable for me to finish the list? They said yes, I said yes simply because of all the pussy it'd get me, but it still felt a bit off. I guess I wasn't as far gone as I thought. Whether that was good or not, I'll leave up to people to decide for themselves.
Elaine called well before lunch to tell me a Charmander had hatched and that we could come by to pick him up. As if she knew exactly what the phone call was about, Amy was ready to go the moment I had the phone down, dressed in her jeans and with a massive luggage bag, since I promised to stop off at the Pokemart with her and get the stuff necessary to actually have a Charmander, the same supplies I went out and bought for Meg. I shook my head, asking for a moment to fill up the food bowls and tell the girls we were out. She waited downstairs while I swiftly moved up to tell them to hold off on the sex until we got back. Last thing mom needed was to come home seeing my Pokemon violating hers on the kitchen table.
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Arriving at work during mid-day when I didn't have to work was so satisfying I wanted to come by every Saturday for absolutely no reason, even if it's coming in through the front door.
"Good to see you two," Elaine greeted us at the entrance. "My, Amy, how you've grown."
I left the two to talk and slipped in as quickly as possible. Not sure why, it just seemed a much more comfortable thing than hanging out by the front desk with my little sister while a family friend treated her about half as old as she was. Even if she did act that way sometimes. It was my daily routine by that point, perfectly normal. Even if it wasn't my shift, I'd at least get to visit some of the Pokemon. If the weekend worker was on break--it was almost noon, so he was likely about to go on it--I could maybe even grab some time with the twins. Some sweet Eeveelution pussy would certainly make hauling around my little sister all day a lot more worth it.
As I hit the field, however, a red mass about my height charged me from the side. I had absolutely no time to respond, just only leaning forward into my roll when everything went blank for just a second, but long enough to seriously rattle me. Trying hard to center myself, I felt warm arms around me and no ground at my feet. Or head. Which at least means I saved myself from falling on my head. Hopefully. When finally I came to, I found myself in the arms of a large, red flying type. Mommy Charizard. Maybe she wanted a little something in exchange for taking her kid.
Seconds later, she dropped me off in a clearing just shortly outside of the daycare; barely far enough to be secluded from any roads or the hearing range of anyone resting against the fence. We were pushing the envelope, but with more people walking around than usual, it was a precaution we had to take.
I turned around then, to find the fast-moving Charizard presenting. Her body, even projecting its power, was streamlined and feminine, attractive and calling out to me with allures only the presence of a woman could convey. Her skin was a lighter shade, more orange than the deep red of males. But the biggest declaration of her attraction as she leaned on all fours in front of me, tail raised, were her holes. Her slick, dripping cunt begging for me to just ram my cock in it, while at the base of her tail, her even tighter asshole called out to me just a touch quieter than her pussy.
My moral dilemma was which hole to fuck first on a Charizard.
Mama, this surely is a dream.
I obliged, dropping my pants and moving forward, hand reaching down and taking aim as I took the plunge.
And it was glorious.
Everything Tabby told me about fire-types made perfect sense. She said they were the apex of sensation, and I could see why. You'd think a Pokemon big as a Charizard, especially apparently getting drilled by a Rampardos as frequently as the trainer implied, would be a bit looser than, say, Meg or Ampharos. But she wasn't. She cuddled my cock snugly inside her wet hole, and on top of that was an intense warmth. Not the warmth of a body, but heat, soothing and welcoming, like the distant radiation of a fire on a cold winter morning. It pulled me in deeper, calling out to me and comforting mind and body. Why on earth I would have ignored Tabitha's word was beyond me, since she had been right so many damn times.
A soft moan escaped her lips as I began to thrust slowly, powerfully forcing myself back in, rocking our bodies forward every time like a well-oiled machine. A solid, rough fucking was just what she needed and I have happy to oblige, eager to prove myself worthy of her, hopefully even moreso than Rampardos. Sending her away elated would just make day. If I was lucky, she'd get another egg out with Rampardos's help before leaving, and there'd be an adorable, female Charmander fuck toy for me to take in and care for. If her pussy were any indication...
I shivered as my mind wandered off to all the filthy things I would do that little fire type before realizing all the filthy things I could do to this rather large fire-type, and in fact was doing. My hands found their way to her round, full hips, holding on as I sped up wildly, forcing my dick hard into her each time. In response, her neck curled back and twisted a little as she tried to cope with the pleasure surely surging through her.
My thumb got adventurous, my grasp on one side slipping just a bit more inward as it caressed her tail hole, sending her body twitching randomly. It seemed I found a sensitive spot. Slowly it circled her second entrance, like water slowly spinning down a drain. Her body twitched violently against mine, revealing herself an anal whore. I lamented that I had to leave her divine pussy, but her pleasure was my concern right now, and to be honest, I don't know how much longer I could have resisted.
Slick with her juices, I pulled out of her vagina and repositioned my penis just a bit upward. My teasing finger soon found itself displaced by my penis, sliding slowly and carefully into her tight anal passage that, in response to my intrusion, clenched down, blasting me with heat that ran through my body. It was even stronger than before, spreading even harder and faster through me this time. Every minor ache found itself relieved, melted away by the heat, replaced with the slow-burning flames of passion. Every pleasure point grew alight as the fires reached into my core and back outward, racing through my blood like a drug that made me hunger for more.
Cramming so much into her ass sent her into overdrive. While I was willing to take things slow until she could grow accustomed to it, as I had done with every previous anal adventure, she had taken the reins and decided for me; this girl wasn't taking things slow.
Fine, I'm game. She wants it hard? She'll get it hard.
With as much power and force as I gave her cunt, I pounded Charizard's ass relentlessly, the slick, intensely hot hole convulsing as she clenched and unclenched, alternating between pleasantly tight and a flesh vice. Every thrust felt different as she kept up the erratic pace my motions had no chance or desire to synch up with, since it kept things strangely fresh.
Against me her whole body began to quiver, and with her moving just as much as I did, I let one hand go of her hips and brought it down to where I had neglected. My fingers playing with her vagina while my penis focused on her ass seemed to be the optimal solution, as she hit her orgasm right there. The sleek orange frame trembled against me as fire vomited from her sky-turned maw, dissipating before reaching the line of trees, accented by a loud growl-turned-moan. She froze up partway through, soaking my hand as her ass clenched down tighter than ever before.
My turn to scream. And boy, did I did. Her anus refused to release me as I blew a solid stream of cum directly into her anal cavity, my knees weakening as I leaned against her for support. I brought her hand to my mouth to taste her plain, albeit warmer than usual, pussy juices. Like a warm glass of...something. Her pussy wasn't terrible, but not one I'd go out of my way to sample.
I remained in her ass for the better half of five more minutes as she just cooed in response to my presence up there. I wondered exactly how she got so many eggs if she preferred it up the back door. Unless Rampardos wasn't an anal guy himself. Boy was he missing out.
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We were back into the field before anyone could notice, and I found when I came back the male Machoke walking by and offering a high-five I eagerly took. It seemed all the Pokemon knew about my antics. Maybe I should try to set up something with the long-runners to gauge interest from all the females, since Gardevoir couldn't help me beyond knowing about Umbreon and Espeon. It'd sure as hell help with my list.
I returned to the desk to find Elaine handing the ball to Amy, who immediately let her Charmander out. "Blayze isn't going to stay in his Pokeball."
The Charmander took one look at my sister and smiled. I sure as hell hoped it was a "you seem like a fun person to raise me" sort of smile. It had fucking better have been.
Then I realized her nickname for him, and turned to face her. "You're naming him Blaze?"
"No, Blayze! You have to pronounce the 'y'!"
A y. Great. I guess I shouldn't have expected more from a thirteen year-old who rarely even acted her current age. "Come on; let's go get Blayze some food." I emphasized the 'y' even more than I should have, but I don't think she picked up on it. All the same, I guess. I got something from his mom that certainly made matters even for the day.