Autobiography of a Poképhiliac

By Sift Aspen

Chapter 1

I guess I should explain how I got here to begin with. My name is Sift. I am now eighteen years old and fully independent, but this all started when I was twelve. It's amazing how much can happen in six years. I grew up with my older cousin, Gary, and my aunt. I didn't spend a lot of time at home because when I did, Gary did strange things to me. Perhaps it started with him. He was always obsessed with Pokémon, but not in the same way I was. He was also a huge computer nerd, whereas I preferred to spend my time outside. He was always documenting the monsters and writing down everything he could about them. I liked to see them in the wild, in their natural habitats, and I was probably the only person in town who didn't like to capture them. I thought it was wrong. But I'm getting on a soapbox here- I'm here to tell you my story and hopefully convince some people that the taboo isn't as strange as they think. I am a Poképhiliac, and it all started with a curious little rock Pokémon.

I woke up late that morning. It was a normal day. The sun shone brightly through my window. Gary was deep asleep in the bed on the other side of the room. I didn't want to risk waking him, so I slipped out as quietly as possible and ran outside. I eased my morning hunger with some nanab berries that grew near the house. I remember seeing strange holes in the dirt and following them into the tall grass without thinking. When I realized there was green up to my head, it was too late. I couldn't figure out which way was back to the path, and I heard shuffling all around. I knew the Pidgey and Rattata were plentiful in this area, and my mind raced with images of people coming back with scrapes and cuts bleeding from undefended brushes with those Pokémon. But the Pokémon that popped out of the grass in front of me wasn't either of these. In fact, it looked quite harmless. But it attacked me. And as a result, it became my best friend very quickly.

-end of journal entry-

Sift was a frail-looking young man. He had amber hair and matching eyes, and light freckles peppered on skin stubbornly pale despite the time he spent outside. He had a gangly walk, as though his long legs didn't fit his body. He walked into the grass, zoned out with sleepiness he'd yet to shake off. He finished his last nanab berry and tossed the peel behind him, startling something there. Sift let out a little scream in response and curled up, eyes scanning the grass with intensity. His mind raced with thoughts of terrifying Pokémon and stories of attacks. He didn't have any Pokémon, since he was against capturing them, and he'd wandered defenselessly into the tall grass. Sift knew the danger, despite his proximity to town, and started trying to creep back to the path. Unknowingly, he was walking further into the grass. Every blade that touched him freaked him out, and his breath hitched shallow and short. When a small blue rock rolled out in front of him, he screamed like a girl and fell back. He started to calm, thinking it was just a rock, when a yellow limb slithered out of a hole in the rock. He had never seen this type of Pokémon before. More yellow worms crawled out until it nearly resembled a Turtwig. It cocked its Ekans-like head at Sift, almost looking cute. Sift crept closer with a hand out. He screamed again when the Pokémon shot a limb out and wrapped it around his wrist. The Pokémon made a weird noise in response.

"Shuuuuckle. Shh-shh-shuckle."

"Shuckle?" Sift asked.

"Shuuuckle!" The Shuckle decided Sift was not a threat and could easily be defeated. It shot another limb out and wrapped it around Sift's other wrist, then yanked him forward powerfully. Sift yelped as he hit the dirt on his chest in front of the rock Pokémon. Shuckle suddenly moved faster than any Pokémon he'd seen and jumped onto his back. Sift tried to scream, but found his mouth wrapped up with another long, yellow limb. He started to think the worst- that he would be attacked, or killed, that he would die out here in the grass, right next to town, suffocated by a rock with legs. He felt more of the yellow limbs stretching across his back. One shot around his neck and circled it, but didn't squeeze. His eyes watered with fear as he tried to pull away. The limbs on his wrists forced them together and one wrapped around them both to keep them together. The Shuckle was working quickly to disable Sift and make him faint, like he was used to doing in battle with humans. He had to make the human faint before he could attack with his own Pokémon.

"Shuckllllle," he said triumphantly as he wrapped another limb around Sift's thighs and forced him to his knees. Sift squirmed, face and knees on the ground with his arms held up above his head. He managed to turn his head to the side and peek at the Shuckle, eyes wide and afraid. The Shuckle recognized this look and tilted his head again. Shuckle shook his head, refusing to be Charmed by a human, and worked faster. Sift couldn't keep count of how many limbs the Pokémon had as they poured into his clothes. Several slid through the sleeve of his t-shirt and made lazy circles on his chest, and another two slipped under the waistband of his shorts, resting on his hips. He started to think of the things Gary made him do and shivered with fear. The small Pokémon was heavy on his back, and the limb wrapped around his mouth forced its way past his lips. He cringed, but it didn't taste bad. It smelled and tasted like sweet wine, calming Sift a little as it squirmed in his mouth. It was better than what Gary put in his mouth, for sure. He gave it a little suck and a lick, tasting it more, trying to figure out why it was so good. Shuckle watched as the human tried to attack him back and forced the limb down his throat. Sift gagged but didn't bite down, afraid if he hurt the Pokémon it would hurt him back. So far, it hadn't really done any harm.

He looked up at Shuckle again, met with narrow, angry, beady eyes. Sift thought if he stayed still, like with Gary, it would get bored after a while and leave him alone. Shuckle shot down and bit him on the ear, but with no teeth, it felt like a tender kiss that sent tingles down Sift's entire right side. He moaned in response, surprised by the feeling, and Shuckle felt a little more triumphant. He felt like he had gained an advantage on the human. He kept a firm hold on the human's ear and started sliding the limb in and out of his mouth. The limbs near Sift's hips started to move too, making firm circles on his pelvic bones. One on Sift's chest brushed over a soft nipple, and it quickly hardened. Sift moaned again, jerking in response. Shuckle took this as a weak attempt to Struggle, and he tightened his holds all over Sift. The limbs on his chest attacked what Shuckle thought were weak spots, forming tight, squeezing circles over his nipples. Sift moaned again, louder, and heat rushed down to his groin. He started to panic, feeling weird that a Pokémon was turning him on. Shuckle ran a few more limbs down into Sift's pants, and he hissed when he felt Sift's hot member growing and twitching in the briefs. Shuckle thought Sift was trying to fight back with his own growing limb and quickly wrapped two of his yellow limbs around Sift's manhood. Sift cried out again, his cock twitching in the Pokémon's hold. He started to leak on himself and his hips jerked into the tight hold. Shuckle coiled the limbs tightly around his cock to keep it still, and then to get more access, the spare limbs burst through Sift's shorts and briefs, tearing them to shreds that fell to the ground. Sift shivered as the cool morning air hit his bare ass. He whimpered, still licking at the sweet limb in his mouth.

Shuckle shivered as well at the feeling of Sift sucking and licking on one of his limbs. A slightly thicker limb rose from the base of Shuckle's shell as he started to get aroused as well. This limb had a flared, spongey tip slightly bluish in color and Shuckle started rubbing it against Sift's back. One limb circled Sift's navel, and the two on his cock kept wriggling and coiling. Sift started thrusting his hips as much as the Shuckle's grip would allow. He wanted badly to wrap his own hand around his cock and jerk himself off, but he couldn't move any of his own limbs. Shuckle shifted down Sift's back until his thicker limb was nestled between Sift's warm, supple ass cheeks. Sift gave a fearful whimper as the Shuckle started grinding its member against him. A large part of him was terrified, especially knowing where this might be going, but part of him was curious. The Pokémon had yet to hurt him, and he definitely wanted to keep feeling good. Was it really going to mate him? What if it hurt like when Gary did it? He moaned again as the tip started to press against his entrance. Shuckle's head was moist with pre, and it smelled strongly of the fermented berry juice from its shell. The entire six-inch shaft was slick with berry juice, and it tingled where it touched Sift's skin.

Sift craned his head back to watch, cock pulsing as he watched the Shuckle slowly push his member into Sift's waiting ass. It was a stretch with no prep, and it burned so bad Sift pressed his head down into the dirt with a long groan. Once it was fully in, though, the Shuckle kept still. Sift started to want more as he grew used to the thick weight inside him. His cock leaked profusely, and the Shuckle's limbs wiped across his head, making him moan. His ass clenched down on Shuckle's member, and he jerked his hips back at Shuckle. The rock Pokémon responded immediately, drawing back and slamming back into Sift's ass. Sift's mouth opened wide in a loud moan as the Shuckle used all of its limbs to swing back and forth, progressively harder and faster. Sift could feel its cool cock slide past every ridge of his ass and slam back in, right into the perfect spot. He felt an amazing sensation explode through his body, wracking every nerve in him. He tensed up, trying to clamp down tighter on the Pokémon's cock. He sucked harder on the limb in his mouth, starting to see stars as the limb on his neck tightened a little. His cock twitched and pulsed, and the limbs circled around it started to pump him in time with the thrusts. The Shuckle used Lick on Sift's ear over and over, trying to paralyze him. All it did was turn Sift on more, when suddenly, the Shuckle gave one hard slam, burying himself deep in the human's ass. Sift cried out loudly as he felt cool seed rush into his ass, right against his prostate, and he came right after. His orgasm was long, spraying his seed into the ground as the limbs pumped him dry and wiped the seed down his shaft. The Shuckle slowly calmed and released Sift, drawing its limbs all back into its shell. Clearly exhausted, it crawled over to Sift's face as he collapsed on his side.

"Shuckle!" He said victoriously.

"You win," Sift panted, eyes drooping with post-orgasmic high.

"Shuckle." He started to waddle away.

"Wait! Please, don't go!" Sift said suddenly, reaching out. The Shuckle turned, confused. "Look. I don't have any Poke-balls or sprays or anything. I don't believe in capturing Pokémon. But… won't you stay with me? I need someone strong like you to protect me in the grass. Don't you… uh… don't you want to do that again?" He negotiated, not even sure the Pokémon understood. But Shuckle did understand. Kind of. The human wasn't a threat, and he had provided good care. Shuckle shuffled back towards him.

"Shuuuuckle…," he said carefully as he sat up.

"I can feed you and house you and keep you warm. And you can protect me. No Poke-ball," he promised. Shuckle crawled into his bare lap, head tilted, and then nodded.

"Shuckle," he agreed. Sift smiled.

"Oh crap… I have to get back now," he said, groaning as he realized his clothes were ruined.

"Shuckle," the creature said. Sift could swear the Pokémon was laughing at him.

-author's note-

R/R please! I have a lot of chapters planned for this one, so if you have Pokemon you'd like to see, drop me a line! Thanks guys! ^u^