Pokemon Pornography Story: Pokemon Breeding Center part 1
Crystal was just biking towards Goldenrod, when she noticed a sign hanging outside the Pokemon daycare. It read: “Our business has evolved. We now got enough space to keep 3 Pokemons at the time.” Crystal went through her mental catalogue of Pokemon. Was there any that could need some time there? Then she smiled and went in.
“Why, hello my dear.” Said the old lady who ran the place. “Du you want us to take care of some of your Pokemons?” Crystal nodded and handed her two pokeballs she had been carrying. “Yeah. There’s my lvl. 65 Rhydon, it has gotten kind of arrogant and aggressive lately. Same thing with my lvl. 55 Machamp. They’ve been that way ever since I used them to beat the Elite Four, and I think they could use some peace and quiet, to calm them down.” “That’s fine, dearie… we’ll take good care of them. Do you have someone for the third slot?” Crystal nodded, and went over to the computer in the corner. A few minutes later, she returned with a pokeball. “Here’s a lvl. 5 Eevee… I’m thinking about turning her into a Vaporeon later, but I don’t have any Water Stones. So, maybe she could gain a few levels here, just until I find one.” The old lady nodded. “Certainly. There’s plenty of room in the pen outside. They’ll have fun. Just come back whenever you want them back.” Crystal smiled, nodded, and left.
I looked around curiously when I was released outside. The pen was secure, with high walls preventing escape, while allowing us to watch the people pass by outside. I could sense that many of the bypassers were pokemon trainers, so there would probably be an occasional fight. It was nice to be outside again… I had spend a long time in my pokeball by then, sitting in the storage system, waiting… actually, that was what most of my young life had been spend doing. My first memory was of emerging from an egg, carried by Crystal, my owner. Immediately after, I was put in a pokeball, so I barely had the time to get a good look at the world. She never used me in a fight, but the other five pokemon she was carrying told me bit about the world. I learned that the egg I had emerged from came from this place – the daycare center. That my mother was an Espeon, and that I had three brothers: Flareon, Jolteon and Umbreon. I would one day become a Vaporeon, and the family would be complete.
The two I would be sharing this yard with were both much bigger and much older than I. They were also both male, though the importance of that fact had not yet registered to me. Neither of them seemed to be capable of relaxing. Machamp was furiously attacking the air, launching swift series of jabs with his lower set of arms, while blocking unseen blows with the upper pair. Rhydon was drilling holes in the air with his rotating horn, the ground shaking slightly every time he set his foot down. I, on the other hand, was perfectly content doing nothing, just enjoying the fresh air and sunlight.
A few days later, both of the guys had calmed down some… well, actually, they had just gotten tired of fighting the thin air. It got increasingly obvious that the inactivity was getting to them, but I didn’t care. Communication between us had been on a bare minimum, since they obviously considered themselves to be much better than me. And who were I to argue? Although I had spend some time out of my egg, I had seen nothing of the world, never fought a battle, and I was still only lvl. 5. They hardly noticed me. Until… it was the evening of our third day together. I was thirsty, and went to the pond to get something to drink. I bent forward and lapped up some water, but felt strangely like being watched. I quickly got up, and turned around. A ways behind me, Machamp was sitting starring at me with an expressionless face. Then I noticed a large bulge in his tight shorts. I felt my skin redden under my fur… when I had bent forward, my young slit had been revealed to him, obviously exiting him. I would have to be more careful in the future…
However… I never got a chance to put that plan into motion. That night, I woke up feeling that somebody was near. I jumped to my feet, seeing Machamp standing in front of me. It was a full moon, so I could clearly see that he wasn’t wearing his shorts. What I saw shocked me… he had two pricks, one over the other! I started backing away, but he simply reached out with one of his hands, and took me by the scruff of my neck. I yelped, telling him to release me, but he ignored me as he pulled me in closer. He then put another hand behind my head, and grasped his upper cock with a third. His intentions were clear, and my struggles were in vain. His strength was incredible, pushing against his hand was like pushing against a mountain.
When he pushed the cock into my face, I naturally closed my mouth… but that didn’t deter him in the least. Instead, he just tightened his grip around my neck ever-so-slightly, causing me to yelp in pain. Then he thrust his dick into my open mouth. I followed my instinct, and bit down on the huge thing as hard as I could, receiving a lightning-fast blow to the head as reward. It was obvious that he had used only a fraction of his strength, but it nonetheless made my ears ring. Cowed, I did not try to bit him again. With one hand behind my head, he then started face-fucking me, as I stood passive. His lower cock jabbed unpleasantly at my throat, and his cock tasted a lot like sweat, but I figured I could survive if that was all he wanted. Of course it wasn’t. “Machaaamp.” He said coarsely. That was a pretty clear message. He was not satisfied by me merely allowing him to use my mouth as a fuck-hole, he wanted me to partake actively. Hesitatingly, fearing another blow if I did not comply, I started sucking gently, and running my tongue along the part of his cock that was in my mouth at the time. A grunted command from him soon got me sucking harder, and tonguing faster.
Just when I was getting the hang of it, he decided to take it one step further. His strokes got deeper, penetrating into my throat. It got difficult to breathe, as I started choking on him. Then, without warning, he thrust further forwards than ever before. His dreadful strength drove his cock past my tonsils, and all the way into my virgin throat. My gag reflex went nuts, nearly choking me, but causing him immense pleasure as my throat contracted around his prick. Just as I managed to get my gagging under control, and started breathing through my nose, I felt his cock pulse as he held it deep inside me. I also felt something hot running through my throat, and realized that he was cumming directly into my throat, forcing his slimy wad into my stomach, giving me no chance to spit it out. On the other hand, it also meant that I wouldn’t have to taste it… a small blessing. He kept cumming for two minutes, dropping enough into me to make me feel like I had over-eaten. I was happy when he pulled it out, thinking my ordeal to be over. Ah, the naivete…
Grasping me around the middle with two hands, he simply lifted me from the ground, and turned me 180° before putting me down. Realizing what he intended, I lowered my bushy tail, covering my genitals. A blowjob was one thing, but actual sex… naturally, he didn’t give a damn. All I got out of that gesture was the pain of having my tail yanked brutally upwards. Interestingly enough, it wasn’t until I felt his dicks touching both of my holes that I remembered about his twin dicks. Knowing what he intended, I was paralyzed with fear, fear of the pain I knew would come, the pain I could do nothing to prevent. I found myself thankful that he had allowed me to lubricate his dick first, and that realization chilled me more than anything else.
His first thrust was ultimate, searing pain. Both of my cherries were robbed from me, at the exactly same time… my ass, unaccustomed to any sort of intrusion, protested loudly to the blunt invader that had so suddenly materialized. The hole itself felt like a ring of liquid fire. Simultaneously, his lower dick entered my pussy, unlubricated. I don’t know what he expected, but his oral rape hadn’t exactly made me wet. He didn’t seem to care a lot, and simply pushed on despite the resistance. When the pain of him breaking the physical barrier within my virgin pussy joined that of my first, brutal, anal experience, I could no longer contain it. Not caring whether he’d punish me, I screamed out my agony, wishing feverently that somebody would come and help me.
to be continue…