Gender: Male Age: 23 Location: In Your Mind
|Introduction: Adam works at a Pokemon daycare, but he's doing more than tending to the Pokemon.|
*This story was originally written by megadeth425*
Funny how the best week of my life was also the worst. It didn't transition from one to the other drastically, but instead the two went hand in hand. And honestly, I'd say the terrible parts of the week went into making it all the better when Friday rolled around, ushered in with the sound of the radio playing louder than it had any reason to. I knew that Thin Lizzy wasn't quite enough to wake me up unless it was as loud as a concert. I guess therein lied my first, and primary, complaint. A heavy sleeper like me, let alone one so used to being up all night and sleeping through to the afternoon had to adapt to waking up so damn early. The sun wasn't even out yet, and the blinking numbers on the clock/radio told me that I was waking up at the time that only a week before, I had gone to sleep at. If not for the "best week" thing, I wouldn't have bothered getting up.
It had been my first week working at the daycare center in Solaceon. The old couple than ran the place--and it was always an old couple--expanded their operation and decided to instead hire someone to help out with things. Being good with Pokemon and them being family friends, I landed the job without any competition. My first week had been rather gruelling, but worth it. I did pretty much everything physical, including feeding time. They seemed to warm up to me rather fast, especially given I was a total stranger and, admittedly, had never been around so many damn Pokemon. Considering how many of them were raised for fighting, for the most part they seemed rather tame around me, not that I was complaining.
I grumbled as I turned the volume to its lowest and flicked the switch to turn the alarm off. I stumbled out of bed and made my way down the hall to the bathroom. The rest of the house remained totally silent, nobody else even remotely insane enough to want to be up this early. When the light went on, I looked like death warmed over, grunting at myself before stepping out of my boxers and into the shower. The hot water helped get my attention and shake some of the urges to sleep, at least enough for me to get through the day like a functioning human being. My muscles ached a little, remnants from the days before, and the heat did wonders for them. The soap, pearly white when I lathered up the facecloth, mingled with brown and black by the time it circled the drain, taking with it all the dirt and sweat. I would have showered before going to sleep the night before, like the previous three, but by that point I had lost all will to do anything beyond sleep.
My hair felt about fifty percent lighter, too, as I washed all the sweat and dirt out of it. I guess that was one thing about my hippie mane I couldn't avoid; no matter how much conditioner I slapped onto my head, it was going never going to be shiny and soft by the end of the day.
With all of that done, I cut the water, stepped out, and started towelling off. The asshole in the mirror was replaced with someone a little friendlier now; his green eyes were less glazed over and squinted, his long brown hair was infinitely better-looking, albeit wet, and he looked like he had a little more life in him than the other guy. He seemed better suited for work, so I decided to take him along.
By the time I was on my way to the door, the sun was still a fair length of time from arrival. My mom's Delcatty blocked the doorway, her way of saying she needed more food. Naturally, upon going to the kitchen, I saw her bowl was a paltry three quarters full, and I would have been a terrible person not to give royalty a full bowl to eat from. Sometimes, I wondered why mom put up with her snooty attitude.
With her fed, I was finally out the door. Sunlight was a luxury my walk to work didn't get by simple virtue of them waking up at dawn. Still, it wasn't all that terrible, especially since the walk was so short; ten minutes, tops. Before I knew it, I was there.
I unlocked the side door that led me straight to the yard, not wanting to wake the old couple who lived out of the house they handled operations from. When I got there, I was totally unsurprised to find Bayleef there.
Bayleef was born in the daycare, one of the egg Pokemon a trainer didn't want. Problem was, nobody wanted to adopt the Chikorita, so she became one of the Pokemon the owners just sort of let run around. The owners were nice, but they didn't interact much with the Pokemon, so she never really had any human contact. Until I came, that was. She quickly grew attached to me, and whenever I went on break, she'd generally sit next to me. She was probably the first friend I made at the place, faster than the other abandoned Pokemon.
I squatted next to her as I closed and locked the gate door behind me. "You didn't stay up all night, did you?" I scratched the back of her neck softly.
"Bay," she cooed, rubbing her head against my arm. I remained there for a moment before patting her on the head.
"I've got to get ready for work, girl. I'll come see you when I get some time, okay?"
"Bay," she grumbled as I made my way down the small cobblestone path that led to the food storage. It was a rather large building for its purpose, resting on the opposite end of the de facto ranch from the house. As such, it had all the various things workers would need if they were working in that part. It wasn't a whole lot, considering the only field workers were me and Heather, a girl who handled the night shift, and someone who worked the weekends. Predictably, Heather was sitting in the break room waiting for me so she could go home. I saw her off with a quick greeting and farewell. It'd be a long day.
I was working the front desk for a short time that afternoon. Elaine and Robert were having lunch, as were the Pokemon, so I was on desk duty until they came back. It wasn't that exciting, all things considered, and it was only a few minutes before I was off to have lunch of my own that a trainer walked in.
"Hi, I'm here to leave my Lopunny," he said quickly and with ragged breath, probably fresh from a long bike ride.
"Trainer ID?" I asked.
We went through all the steps, he let her out to say goodbye, put her back in, handed me the Pokeball, and went on his merry way. I put it in my pocket until I could go back outside, at which point I'd release the Lopunny and eat lunch.
It was only about fifteen minutes later that Elaine came back.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Adam. Bob and I got side-tracked eating lunch."
"It's alright," I said, pushing aside the newspaper I had killed time with.
"Here," she said, handing me a plastic bag. "There's some leftover lasagne in there to make up for the wait."
"Thanks," I said, making my way past her and on my way to the break room.
The expansion was rather recent, and we hadn't quite filled out all the space yet. It was a gradual thing, but for the time being the Pokemon had even more space to themselves than usual, and all the long-termers--Pokemon who were in for several weeks--were eager to take advantage of it. An Umbreon and Espeon, sisters who were left together, almost knocked me over as they ran past me, laughing the whole time. With a wider area, the flying-types seemed to just be lapping the place, revelling in the expanded airspace.
All this energy and happiness... it made me feel good to be here, to have gotten the job. It was more than enough to make the labour worth it, to make me not regret getting up before any sane person would, to not regret the aching and the caked-on dirt. It was just as much a matter of giving them affection and attention as it was keeping them fed with some Pokemon.
At long last, I reached the break room, got my lunch out of the fridge, and sat down. As I opened up the lasagna, I heard a clattering sound as something fell out of my pocket. I leaned over the side of the chair and saw a pokeball. I had forgotten to let Lopunny out. I reached down and let the Pokemon out. "Sorry for leaving you in there so long, I got side-tracked. Go outside and play."
"Lopun," she said, shaking her head. Before I knew what was going on, she had hopped onto the table, bent over in front of me, and motioned to her rear. "Punny!" she demanded, and it took me a few seconds to understand what she was doing.
She leaned down a little more and I got a face full of the Pokemon's vagina, soaking wet as she continued to point to it and repeat her name. I averted my gaze. What the hell was she doing? And why did she expect me to--
What exactly did her trainer do that she now wanted from me?
I grabbed the chair and put my other hand on the table, sliding myself and my food a few feet down, getting Lopunny out of my direct line of sight, before trying to pretend she wasn't there by staring directly at my food and just eating. It did little to stop her, though. She crawled along the table, getting directly in front of me, moving as sensually as she could. Her hips swayed seductively in front of me, lust underlining her sexual grace as her tongue ran along her lips. She approached me, her vagina practically dripping onto the table. She looked like a human--a brown-furred human who just happened to be coming onto me, and I had to say, she looked pretty damn sexy with--
No! No, bad thoughts! Bad, terrible, wrong thoughts!
I decided lunch could wait, getting up from my chair and getting ready to just leave. That was a mistake, as I forgot that Pokemon, even when you have almost two feet of height more than they do, tend to be a whole hell of a lot strong. She tackled me, sending me to the ground with her on top of her, her soft white fur brushing against me in the process. She pinned me down, which told me her trainer had conditioned her for this kind of strength, and that maybe he was refusing just like I was. I could do nothing as she brought her face less than an inch from mine, licking her lips. "Lopun," she said in such a sultry, seductive voice I was almost convinced she hadn't said it.
She turned around, still lying on my gut, her hands digging into my shorts and boxers. I was totally powerless to stop her, her fur now to tickling my crotch area, as she pulled my penis out. "No!" I was shouting. "Stop it, Lopunny. This is wro-ah!"
I was literally rendered speechless in a second flat. I wanted to talk, but I found myself totally unable to as she seemed to take all of my penis into her mouth at once, diving right into something that felt too good considering she was a Pokemon and I was most certainly not.
Her tongue slithered around my shaft as she bobbed her head along the entire length, her teeth just barely grazing it. I was quickly losing my composure as the rational parts of my brain that told me it was wrong and terrible and wrong and illegal and wrong and amoral were all drowned out by the resounding screams of "Yes!" coming from my libido, that jerk. He was loud enough to seriously overpower everything except the primal desire to cum in this Pokemon's mouth.
So I gave in. What else could I do? She had me pinned and was giving me a blowjob so great I was almost paralyzed with pleasure. Maybe my lusty side had a point for once, and it's not like I could stop it. So I lay back and enjoyed the ride.
Or at least I would have, had she not stopped her blowjob to shout at me. "Pun!" she snapped, giving her hips a shake. She must have been in heat, which would have explained why she was so horny, and she needed satisfaction. I gladly reached forward to play with her, if only to get the blowjob train moving again. And indeed, her mouth wrapped around my dick as I obliged.
My fingers slowly slipped into her folds, and almost instantly they were soaked with her pussy juices. A little deeper they slipped into her tight hole, her bushy little tail moving gleefully as I began to pump my fingers in and out, working a steady rhythm in her. It almost felt like her pussy was responding to my presence, tightening and shifting slightly in response, pulsating, but it must have been my imagination.
As I worked her steadily, almost mechanically, I began to thrust--just slightly--upward, into her mouth. She responded to me fingering her by cooing sweetly into my groin, a perfect complement to the heavenly lip service she paid me. I could feel her tongue moving faster inside her mouth around my shaft, sending long waves of pleasure through me.
I probably would have closed my eyes and just basked in the pleasure if not her the hypnotic swaying of her hips, side to side, keeping my attention planted firmly on her. Or, well, parts of her.
It was going great, up until out of nowhere she pulled away from me completely. I was about to ask what the deal was; I hadn't cum yet, and neither had she. Key word: about. Before I knew what was going on, she had straddled me, this time facing toward me, pressing the tip of my cock against her dripping entrance. She remained there a moment; a long, agonizing moment, her hips swaying a little, grinding my head against her puffy labia, a fragile build-up driving me mad. I wanted release, wanted to fill her up with my flesh and then with my cum, to make her scream. I didn't want to play, didn't want any of that. If I was going to give in to such a terrible thing, then I wanted my money's worth.
Then, and again with such blinding speed I wasn't even aware it happened for a moment, she had slid down my cock, burying it all the way into her. I outright shouted as I felt her divinely tight pussy constricting me, keeping me secure in place. My breathing was heavy as she pressed her soft hands against my chest, moving her shapely backside up, then back down again. Slowly she built up her rhythm, something rising inside me as she went, increasing with her speed. Her pussy devouring my cock over and over was one of the greatest feelings I had ever had; such a tight little hole swallowing my entire shaft, much to my amazement.
I don't know why I did what I did, but as she reached top speed, I brought my hand to her mouth. The fingers shone in the bright light of the room with her juices glistening on them. I was sort of surprised when she so gracefully accepted them, taking one finger into her mouth and licking her own juices clean off my finger. Though "licking" didn't quite encompass it.
As Lopunny rode me hard, she treated my finger like she had my penis only a moment ago, sucking on it eagerly, her tongue swirling around it. It was odd, something I had never thought of being a turn-on, but as she basically fellated my finger, I found myself very quickly seeing the appeal. It brought a strange level of pleasure, an odd sensation, to accentuate the great sex she was giving me, and when she had sucked all the flavour, so to speak, out of one finger, she moved on to the other.
What the hell was going on? It finally sank in exactly what was going on; I was sitting there, eating my lunch, and next thing I knew, I was lying on the floor, a Lopunny I was tasked with watching riding me while sucking on my middle finger, and I was loving every second of it. It was wrong, it was illegal, and it could cost me my job, but the Lopunny had me by the balls--figuratively and literally--and I could do nothing but enjoy every sinful second of her furry crotch meeting mine, tickling the skin as her hot, slick cunt gave my dick the best treat in the world.
Fuck wrong. Lopunny pussy beats it out every time.
We began to moan in synch as her motions, pleasure building up between us simultaneously. She leaned forward, her small breasts swaying slightly as she rode me even harder, continuing her work on my finger. Every last trace of her juices was gone, but she continued to suck, but I wouldn't dare complain, because it accentuated the proceedings greatly. If I was going to do such a terrible thing, I wanted to go all out with it.
I thrust back against her as our simultaneous shouts and moans and gasps grew louder, more frantic. A deluge of passion swirled around us as her tight pussy grew wetter still in anticipation for the inevitable. My free hand found its way to her hip, holding her steady as I felt my legs weaken; a sure-fire sign it was approaching. She had me beat by a mere second, clenching down so tight I almost screamed as my cock twitched inside her pulsating, dripping cunt, firing off a load of cum thicker and bigger than I ever had before. I felt it drain me as the milky fluid filled her up, her juices soaking my crotch in the process.
When finally we were both spent, she collapsed on top of me, my hand removed from her mouth, stroking her large ears. I knew even after the act that what we had done was wrong, but by that point it didn't seem to matter. I had no regrets, and to be honest, I felt like doing it again.
My weekend felt rather dull, almost as if now that it was here, I had a reason for it not to be.
I had sex with Lopunny twice more that day when supper rolled around. Then came the wonderful challenge of removing the smell of sex that hung so heavily in the air before Heather showed up. Aside from Lopunny, my day was pretty run of the mill, though I had to break up a fight between a new Mankey and a long-termer Primeape.
Even though I didn't have work until Monday, I dropped by anyway to see Bayleef, since I had ignored her the day before. Naturally I wouldn't tell her it was because I was tapping some sweet Lopunny ass; that would be in poor taste, and not the kind of thing I should be announcing where my bosses could be in earshot. When I reached the front of the daycare, however, I was greeted by the trainer from the day before--Lopunny's trainer.
"Oh, hey," he said, flagging me down and sprinting over to me several meters away.
"Hi," I said back, having a fair bit of difficulty looking him in the eye. What do I say to him? "How are you doing? I blew three loads into your Lopunny's cunt last night and she was great, I hope you bring her back sometime because I'd love to try anal"? It would have been terrible, but as my mind focused on the fact this meant no more fun with Lopunny, it was all that my brain wanted to come up with.
"I just wanted to say thanks. I talked to Lopunny before we left, and she told me how you helped her out last night."
He was... thanking me? For fucking his Pokemon. "I'm sorry, what?"
"You don't need to play coy with me, it's alright. I'm cool, man. Honestly, I would have kept her myself, but when she's in heat she wants attention all the time, and I needed a break before my dick started bleeding. She said you were a great lay though, so I think maybe I'll bring one of my other Pokemon by some time for you, just as a thank-you."
Had I woken up someplace radically different from the world I knew? Where was I, in this strange version of reality where Pokemon fucking is a topic of casual conversation and you thank someone for keeping your in-heat Lopunny from--
I was dreaming, wasn't I?
"You okay?" he asked, leaning forward a little and waving his hand in front of me.
"I'm sorry, I just--look, I didn't mean for anything to happen. I didn't know she was in heat, I accidentally brought her Pokeball into the break room when I was having lunch, she forced herself on me, and I sort of lost control. I have no idea what happened, and frankly I'm still sort of groggy and feeling a bit dirty over the whole thing, so please, don't thank me."
He looked at me funny for a moment, and I took the time to actually get a good look at him. He looked to be wearing clothes 20 years past their existence, some hybrid of surfer and Bill S. Preston Esq. with blond hair almost to his neck, and not all that bright.
"Oh, I get it. You're new to the whole thing. Well it's alright, you're not alone, dude, and you're not in the wrong. Tell you what, if you're curious, just go home and search 'pokephilia' on the internet, and you can decide for yourself how you want things to be. And if you ever want to hit me up or anything, talk to a fellow lover of fine lady Pokemon ass, give me a call. You got my number yesterday when I brought my babe in to the daycare. See you later, dude."
And again, the words took about four times their length to get through my head. I was still shocked and had difficulty believing anything he was saying was actually said. And naturally, by the time I processed the words and had about a hundred questions for him, he was gone. And took Lopunny with him. Great, I was now confused and probably going to stay that way.
I decided to push the entire matter out of my head as I walked in through the front door.
Elaine greeted me quizzically. "It's Saturday, Adam."
"I know. I wanted to drop by and see Bayleef and apologize for not seeing her yesterday, make sure she's not upset."
"The girl took to you for some reason. Heather and the weekend guys didn't get so nearly a warm welcome from her, so while you're there, can you tell her to be a bit more cooperative? Or else we'll lose our weekend workers and you'll have to go seven days a week."
"I'll see what I can do," I said, lifting the part of the shelf-desk-thing that lifted for people to pass--I had never figured out what it was called--and went out to see her.
It took a bit of convincing--and by 'bit', I mean lots--but eventually I got the stubborn Bayleef to cooperate. Turned out she was a staring session away from chasing Jamie right out of his job. I had no idea why she was so cold to him. She followed me all the way to the gate, and I gave her one last scratch on the back of the neck before leaving to start my actual weekend.
Somewhere after supper, I was upstairs, lounging around, when all of a sudden images hit me. Images of the day before, of Lopunny bent over the table softly mewling, her body heaving as I thrust into her again and again. Images of her huddled against the wall while I lay on the floor between her legs, my tongue exploring her inner core and licking up all the sweet juices she had to offer. One minute I was relaxing, sort of mindlessly watching TV, the next I'm inexplicably replaying sex with Lopunny in my head.
Then I remembered Lopunny's trainer, who told me to look up...what was it, pokephilia? Incredible; they even had a damn name for it. That might help me answer of my questions and be done with this whole thing.
I rolled off my bed and went over to the computer and hit the internet. I stared at the word in the little search engine box before hitting "enter" for several minutes, just trying to understand it and come to terms with the fact I had just typed such an absurd word. With a roll of the eyes I hit the key and brought up the search results. I figured the first result would explain things, so I clicked it.
What followed almost floored me. Pictures of various combinations of humans and Pokemon caught in carnal acts plastered the screen. It was what I had done with Lopunny, but multiplied, both guys and girls, and with Pokemon that weren't all as humanoid. One of the biggest eye-catchers was a slender girl on all fours, mounted by a Luxray. In the picture beside her, another much curvier girl tribbed with her Gardevoir, their legs and lips locked.
Needless to say, I clicked onward, my pants tightening considerably as I went through more of the website. It was pretty standard stuff for a website, explaining the fetish and attraction and tons of preachy stuff about social issues I didn't feel like reading--prattling on about changing society's attitudes did nothing for me when I could feel my pants tightening. There was a message board that'd probably answer all of my questions, but all these images assaulting my brain left me disoriented. Like with Lopunny, I left shame and decency at the door, opening my pants and clicking on the "Videos" tab. What followed was one of the strangest points of my life up to that point.
The first video was tame enough; probably for the best, too; nothing too hardcore just yet. It was rather simple; a girl spread out on a bed, a Ratticate lying atop her and just fucking her senseless, his body moving rapidly. Her breasts heaved and bounced each time he thrust into her, moving as rapidly as he was. She didn't have much in the way of words, just making an assortment of sounds, and her voice was actually rather grating. Next video.
The camera focused on a female Vulpix getting pounded mercilessly, making insanely adorable and arousing sounds as some lucky bastard pounded her tight hole. Her face seemed frozen in total ecstasy as cock filled her up so totally. I knew, watching the video, that I would never be able to look at any Vulpix the same way again; I'd always see the lust-struck face trapped in rapture, and most likely would want to fill her up and induce the rapture myself.
It got hardcore fast as the next random video almost sent me falling out of my chair in surprise. A pale girl in a black quasi-gothic lolita dress sat in the lap of an Arcanine, his cock presumably filling her tight hole, though I couldn't see anything to tell. What really shook me, though, was that about six Arcanine hung around, and she jacked off two of them by her sides. Third video, and I had already come across gangbang porn involving a girl and Arcanine. I was amazed this stuff existed, that people not only had group sex with Pokemon, but recorded it. And it looked professionally done, like there was a market for this stuff out there. A watermark near the bottom told me that it was, indeed, a sample for something I could buy at the company's website.
As a fourth Arcanine walked over to her, standing up on his hind legs and presenting her his cock, which she gladly began to suck on, I found that I had worked my pants off and was jacking off furiously to the sights before me. Yet again I lost the voice of reason in my head telling me it was wrong and all that jazz. All I knew was that there was a cute girl getting objectified by Pokemon, and it was hot. As soon as the new Arcanine had come, he, er... 'came'. All over her face. Pulling out just in time, he plastered her face, and she could do nothing but moan and smile.
Being a sample, the video faded out there and advertised the website, so I went on to the next one. A girl lay on her stomach, eating out her female Bulbasaur, a Pokemon I had never even thought of having any sex appeal at all. And yet, there she was, looking pretty damn hot as a blush broke through her green skin. She had two vines out, both helping out her trainer. Vine Whip. Used for sex.
What had I gotten into? What was I watching? Why did it turn me on and have me masturbating to it, and what did that say about me? I stopped asking the questions as I watched the Bulbasaur moan and slip the vines into her trainer's pussy, fucking her hard with them, making the girl lick her harder, causing louder moans, my hand going the entire time in response to the erotic sight.
I just kept watching the videos, going on for longer than I could imagine, wanking all the while. No time for shame or right and wrong, I just knew that there was a carnival of sex and debauchery on my screen and I loved every second of it.
A girl kneeling in front of her Rhyperior and wrapped her massive breasts--or at least attempted to--around his even more cock while her tongue lashed at its tip. The adorable, lusty sounds of a Mareep as her trainer held her hips, bouncing her up and down in his lap. A girl so young I wondered if I could get arrested for even watching straddled the face of a Charmander while two Charmeleons manhandled her above the waist, enough of their seed on her face to tell me I was catching the middle of something.
The endless parade of Pokephilia porn had seemingly robbed me of every reservation I had, even the ones I regained in the past twenty-four hours. My head had cleared, but now it was even more muddled as I saw the depths of depravity these people sunk to, and my only thought was "I want in".
What finally did it for me was a Lopunny video. Really, it was the inverse of the Charmeleon and Arcanine videos. It was a female Lopunny--a damn fine one, with a nicer ass and rack than the one I had--being practically stuffed with cock. The video description said it was a strange secret 'club' they belonged to; each week, one of the trainers would bring one of their female Pokemon, and they would just ravage her, fill all of her holes at once for hours on end and leave her totally spent. There must have been eight guys, each taking turns with her. Semen was caked on to her fur.
And she loved every second of it. She complained during the brief second when one left and another filled her back up. Flying on cloud nine while her trainer and his friends just fucked her every which way. At one point, a trainer pulled out of her mouth, shot his load on her face, and she smiled for the camera.
The sight of a Lopunny so thoroughly fucked and drenched with cum. smiling that twisted smile dripping with lust, sent me over the edge. I was totally unprepared, gasping as my cum spilled out onto the floor. I kept stroking through, wanking as the stream came and even a little after. It felt so good, as though it was the admittance of something my penis had been saying for years, that some secret level of pleasure had been waiting for me to come around. I stared at the screen a while longer, watching the rest of the video, before getting something to clean up my cum. And once that was done, I hit the "Next" button and started all over again.
to be continued....
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