If you had told Kirsty there was an angry Rhyhorn living in Santalune Forest, she might've believed you.
If you had told her there was a very angry Rhyperior living in Santalune Forest scaring away all the trainers and Pokemon, she would've called you crazy and backed away slowly. Yet here she was, running for her life from the thundering footsteps that followed her, dodging tree after tree and trying desperately to move faster than the rampaging Drill Pokemon that tailed her so well. She had dropped her Pokeballs a couple hundred yards back, along with her bag after a tumble over an exposed tree root. There was no way she would be getting those back anytime soon, not that the empty balls or her brand new Froakie could do anything to stop the creature anyway.
Having gained some distance on the creature, she took a sharp left, ducking behind a tree, as the Pokemon charged forward off into the forest again. Now she sacrificed speed for silence, as she quickly and as quietly as she could tiptoed to behind another large tree. She leaned against it in exhaustion, trying to catch her breath. Sweat coated her skin, sticking her soft brown hair to her flushed face. She tried to push it away, but wet with sweat, it proved too stubborn to move. She tried desperately to comprehend the absurdity of the situation that was going on; A Rhyperior - A Pokemon of immense power that doesn't even exist in the wild - was terrorizing quiet little Santalune Forest, an early route for trainers just starting her journey. She had been given her new Pokemon, her Pokedex, and Pokeballs and set off on her own to travel the world. Now, she was lucky to make it out of here unflattened.
The silence of the surrounding environment was barely heard through the blood gushing through her ears. She swallowed, her mouth dry from her constant panting and gasping for air from the most intense work out she had done in her short life. With her heartbeat slowing, she forced herself to take deep, slow breaths. She needed to calm down so she could figure out her whereabouts and how to get away without bumping into the 8 foot tall monster again.
"Okay Kirst, just think. Think, think" she told herself. After all, she only had herself to talk to right now.
With her heart rate rapidly slowing, she became uncomfortably aware of just how sweaty she was. Her thin summer t-shirt had almost gone transparent from just how damp it was and it clung to her pale, ivory body like a second, pastel yellow skin.
Her knees shook unsteadily, grazed and slightly bloodied from her earlier fall, having been unprotected due to her short shorts that made the current hot weather just bearable. She swallowed hard, eventually deciding she didn't know how to cope with the situation. She figured she would just make a mad dash in the direction she had come, The Rhyperior had gone the other way, so the likelihood of running into it again was slim.
"But still a possibility" she muttered. Gathering her courage, and taking a deep breath, she took off, sprinting back the way she had run before.
I just want to go home now... she thought to herself desperately.
Luck was apparently not on her side it would seem. She had adopted the tactic of running from tree to tree to take cover. However, running from one large brown pillar to the next, it is very easy to mistake a Rhyperior's tail for a leaning tree trunk. As soon as she hugged onto the appendage, the Pokemon whirred on its feet. The sudden turn whipped its tail away, sending Kirtsy to the floor before she even had a chance to realise her mistake. The Pokemon bellowed at her, it's enormous, toothy maw inches from her face. In pure terror, Kirsty felt tears well in her eyes. Her lip quivered in defeat. She awaited the feeling to the Pokemon's teeth to sink into her poor face.
It took her a moment to realise that the Pokemon certainly wasn't in the process of eating her. Gently, she opened her eyes. She flinched, when she saw the Pokemon's face again, however, it stood there, lowered to all fours, just staring at her. Granted it long horn was dangerously close, but aside from very heavy breathing, the Pokemon wasn't moving.
Kirsty suddenly remembered that Rhyhorn where herbivores, and the same could be said for its evolutions. The long, sharp teeth, at least those that were visible, were only for show, an intimidation tactic.
It definitely works Kirsty thought to herself. But if the Pokemon wasn't interested in eating her, what did it want? Why was it so angry? So territorial?
The Rhyperior inhaled deeply. It's strong lungs sucking the air so fast that Kirsty's hair was dragged with it toward its nostrils. Luckily, her hair was short enough not to get sucked in. In a sweaty, muddy, bruised heap, the last thing she wanted was to be covered in Pokemon snot too.
The Pokemon began to inhale faster, it was inhaling Kirsty's scent. Kirsty was still too scared to move, but the constant smelling was starting to annoy her more than scare her. Before she could mouth a protest, a huge, pink tongue, wet with thick saliva dabbed at her neck. The sudden sensation made her hair stand on end and she inhaled sharply from the shock. The tongue returned, licking at her neck and face.
"Stop!" Kirsty protested, "Cut that out" but her demands fell on deaf ears. Pinned under the huge creature, Kirsty had no choice but to lay and take it. The Pokemon's tongue bath got progressively messier, until her top was waterlogged and see-through. The sensation of her wet top, rapidly cooling, quickly roused her tiny pert nipples.
Kirsty had only a small bosom, so for comfort's sake, she would go braless often. She had plenty to time to wear bras when she was older, and when she finally had something to support.
"Are you done yet?" Kirsty snapped, the fear of being chased by the angry breast from earlier was now replaced with frustration. However, this feeling too, was short lived.
All it took was a gentle prodding at her thighs that left her stomach feeling like an empty pit suddenly filled with a thousand fluttering Beautyflies. Her eyes widened, and her mouth hung agape.
"Please tell me that's not..." she breathed.
The Rhyperior shifted itself slightly, raising more onto its hind legs. It was now that Kirsty's sudden fears were confirmed. A huge, fleshy, reddened Rhyperior cock rested in her lap. The shape was long and tube like, with a fat, flat head, slightly pointed toward the bottom, and an enormous base, peeping out the sheath. It was shiny and she could confirm it's dampness from the contact to her legs. Kirsty froze before she began to struggle. She tried to crawl away, but the Rhyperior's response was to growl in annoyance and drag her back. It began to rub its huge rod against her, pressing it into her slightly exposed belly, it's own saliva from before providing enough lubrication. Kirsty squirmed under its grip. She could feel the sheer size of it rub against her young sex, but her shorts gave her some kind of protection.
As it continued to thrust, the huge slab of meat slid past her shirt, now rubbing up her belly and over her small chest. Kirsty squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth, trying to fight the sensations that she didn't want to admit felt good.
The Pokemon was obviously starting to get restless, the hard texture of her denim shorts and her wet top now cold causing discomfort to both the Pokemon and the girl. Growling in frustration, The Rhyperior moved back, just far enough to hook a claw under her top. Kirsty struggled as the Pokemon tried to wrench it free. The tug of war continued, The Rhyperior pulled, while Kirsty held on, but the Pokemon was persistent, and as soon as Kirsty heard a seam rip, she willingly gave up the garment.
With her top half now bare, the Rhyperior turned its attention to his mate's shorts. A tighter fit and a stiffer material prevented the Pokemon from hooking it's huge claw into them and tearing them off. Instead, the Pokemon backed up a bit, on all fours, and it sunk it's teeth into the waist of the shorts instead and started tugging. Kirsty felt her hips forcefully lifted from the grown by the strong Pokemon's jaw.
"Woah, woah alright! Stop!" Kirsty begged, as she quickly hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her shorts and shucked them down. She figured less harm would come to her if she gave up her shorts, or else she feared this enormous herbivore actually would sink it's teeth into her, although accidentally.
Now Kirsty lay before the beast in only her socks and shoes and her partially soaked plain white panties. A blush crept across her face as she realised that she had gotten wet from the Pokemon dry humping her.
Now with a far more pleasurable surface, the Rhyperior took up its position from before. It lined up its shaft and humped into Kirsty's belly once again. The smooth texture of slimy skin on slimy skin allowed the fat cock to messily glide up her body and over her chest, as opposed to bumping the tip into her belly button.
The Pokemon worked away for what felt like hours as Kirsty laid there, trying not to enjoy the feeling of the Pokemon's lumpy shaft rub against her sex through the silky thin cloth of her underwear. But soon the girl gave in and wrapped her arms around the huge purple dick that rubbed against her, and lapped at the dripping, flared tip, when it moved within tongue's length, providing the Pokemon with more contact.
Her efforts were obviously appreciated, as The Drill Pokemon humped against her faster, and rougher, grinding into the girl's still covered sex faster, and rougher. Soon, with every thrust, Kirsty was gently gasping and moaning
As the Pokemon continued to move more and more carelessly, it set itself into an odd angle. The following thrust, instead of gliding up the young girl's body, rammed into her pelvis. Kirsty was snapped from her pleasure with the sudden sharp pain that mingled with the pleasant feeling as the Rhyperior dick slammed against the opening of her vagina. She cried out in a mixture of jolting pain and rippling pleasure, moving both her hands to her most delicate spot. She clutched at her womanhood beneath her favourite panties and shuddered violently, feeling her sopping dampness running down her legs as she orgasmed, hard. But the Pokemon had been struck with an idea. Up until this point, it had been doing it all wrong. It now realised what he really wanted, so much so that the idea of grinding up against the poor girl was all but forgotten. The Rhyperior wanted penetration, and it wanted it badly.
Holding the girl in place with one, huge paw, the Pokemon hooked her silk undies with a claw and pulled. It didn't care that with the sudden force, the damp, pure white triangle of cloth ripped straight off, all it cared for was the pretty, pale pink prize that was now exposed to him.
Kirsty had also been taken by a similar instinct. Her mind, hazy with lust from the orgasm she had been riding on the brink of for the last hour, could no longer form sentences. She just knew that she wanted this wild Pokemon to take her. Biting her lip in anticipation, Kirsty set her fingers either side of her small, tight opening, and pried it open, revealing to soft, pink flesh inside, a huge contrast to the strained red of an over engorged Rhyperior dick.
The Rhyperior thrust forward, narrowly missing his mark and instead, slamming against and past Kirsty's super sensitive nub. Kirsty cried out her eyes rolling back. The Pokemon lined up again, but this time, had far better aim.
The two incompatible tools lined up, and with force, the preposterously huge Rhyperior dong disappeared into Kirsty. While the match up looked impossible, sufficient lubrication allowed a clear pathway. The Rhyperior roared at the sensation of penetration, and Kirsty shrieked like a Puurloin in heat as she hit her second orgasm. She shuddered again, her muscles clamping down on the intruding object so tightly the Pokemon was unable to move. Kirsty looked down, her orgasm subsided. Her eyes came to rest on the inexcusable bulge that jutted out of her taught belly, and the other half of Rhyperior dick that just wouldn't fit. She revelled in the feeling of the Pokemon's flat head crushing up against her womb, and the feeling of being connected to such a huge Pokemon. She shuddered at the thought, the only word running through her head, - BREED!
The Rhyperior was finally able to move again, It began to thrust, gently at first, growling softly as it did. Despite its gentle hip movements, Kirsty felt every move like a jackhammer slamming into her. Her eyes rolled back, and her tongue lulled from her mouth, as she sloppily drooled over herself, letting out incomprehensible grunts every time the Rhyperior's shaft mashed against her cervix. Her toes pointed and her legs shuddered in constant orgasm as she felt the Pokemon's thrusts become more merciless every second.
Increasing in speed and recklessness, the Rhyperior continued onwards, moving quickly toward its end. Kirsty let out primal moans through every thrust, as she felt her own orgasm speeding toward her like a mach 2 Pidgeot. She had long ago lost count of how many orgasms the beast had given her, but with her mind slowly being destroyed by the numbing pleasure, she couldn't care less. In desperation, she began to slam her hips back into the Ground/Rock type's pelvis as best she could, but she had long ago lost control and every movement like that was harder than the dick inside her. The Rhyperior, however, was working to his own pleasure, slamming progressively more and more of the exposed flesh deeper into the girl's poor body.
The Pokemon was mere thrusts away from its long awaited orgasm. Losing control, its powerful slams began to actually move Kirsty along the ground. She didn't seem to mind, and the Pokemon barely seemed to notice itself. Only was it able to get better leverage as it reached out and grabbed onto the old trunk in front of it, which Kirsty was now being fucked against, thanks to its powerful thrusts.
With nowhere left to go, pinned against the trunk of a tree, and the violent thrusts of the Rhyperior successfully cramming more and more of itself into her, Kirsty felt her umpteenth orgasm hit her like a brick. She howled, arching her back and digging her nails into the ground beneath her as she felt the Rhyperior reach its own sweet release. The Pokemon bellowed, a sound that would echo for miles around as it slammed itself into the girls battered sex. Whether it was the might of the thrust, the angle, or something else, through their orgasms, Rhyperior slammed into the furthest depths of its mate. Kirsty could only scream in ecstasy, feeling a complete fullness words cannot describe.
The Pokemon came, spurting its seed straight into its mate. Kirsty was only able to ride out her last orgasm before she completely blacked out.
When she awoke, Kirsty was laying in a cool and sticky pool of juices. Her head was spinning, her ears were ringing, and she ached all over. Next to her lay the enormous Pokemon, the poor creature completely unconscious itself. Kirsty felt her face flush as she remembered the lewdness of her own carnal desires.
Shakily, she got to her feet. She suddenly remembered the fate of her clothes. Only her flimsy top was still intact. She sighed.
"What a start to your Pokemon Journey" she mumbled to herself, still trying to get the hang of using her tongue again.
As she took another step, she felt something bounce back from her foot. Looking into the grass, she saw the familiar shape of a hand-sized sphere. A Pokeball, she instantly concluded, but the colouration was one she didn't remember all that well. Black and red and gold. It glittered faintly in the light, and overall looked rather fancy. She couldn't quite remember the name of the luxurious ball, but she took it, and after looking it over, turned to the still sleeping Pokemon beside her.
Gently, a hand moved down to her tight opening. The dampness was overwhelming, and that was just from looking at the Pokemon again. A perverse grin spread on her face.
"Well," she said, pulling back before launching the ball at the sleeping form. The Rhyperior was instantly sucked in. Too tuckered out from a battle, it stayed inside the ball. She may have lost Froakie, but the Pokemon she got in return was hardly a step down.
"Gotta catch 'em all, I guess."