Michael had decent life. Ever since he'd been born, he'd had a natural talent with plants, and subsequently grass types; it was a gift.
There wasn't a plant he couldn't grow, or a grass type he couldn't care for. As a result, he'd built himself a rather successful flower shop; growing flowers and other plants up to three times their normal size and even taking care of a trainer's grass type like a daycare on occasion. Doing so was easy with the few acres of land he'd managed to buy.
Most were baffled that Michael was able to live so comfortably selling flowers, but when your the very best at what you do, things tend to work out for you. All in all, things were good. Though, there was one thing that caused him a fair bit of trouble.
Michael was out in the garden, sorting through the many massive flowers he'd grown. He'd actually wound up growing triple what he'd needed to, and was feeling proud; especially considering the extra pay it would earn. He began pruning the flowers to make sure they stayed in top condition, when he heard the high pitched buzz from the house, telling him that tea had been made.
Michael smiled, 'may as well enjoy a cup of tea while I work'. He thought to himself as he got up and walked inside. Ge wasn't sure which of his pokemon had made the pot of tea, but he'd be sure to thank them later.
Michael poured himself a cup of tea and went back out to the garden to finish up the days work.
The tea was delicious Michael thought, quickly draining the cup and going back to work. Only moments after he finished the cup, Michael began feeling an odd tingling going from his neck to his toes. He dropped to the ground, landing on his back, and realizing that he couldn't move.
Michael was confused as to have had happened, until he saw his Roserade sauntering over.
All of Michael's grass types were much taller than natural, as his natural talent had let him raise them to the best possible health. Added to the fact that Michael himself was a relatively short man, and his pokemon all towered above him. Standing together with her, Michael was level with Roserade's chest.
Most people saw this and believed that only good could come of this, but they didn't know about Michael's pokemon's favorite pass time: making Michael their sex slave. With their size and power, and Michael's natural inability to do anything that would displease his pokemon, there wasn't really anything Michael could do but let them take him. It wouldn't be so bad, if not for the ways in which they liked taking him.
Roserade for example had learned to make all kinds of poisonous nectars in her breasts the same way a normal woman would hold milk, hence Roserade's large chest. Ever since she'd learned to do this, she'd had a fetish for drugging Michael before fucking him. Sometimes it was simple, like using sleep powder and fucking him in his sleep. Other times, like now, she would use complicated poisons to paralyze him and fuck him while he was helpless.
Unfortunately, more than once her poisons had had negative side effects, making him sick, making him stay paralyzed longer than he was supposed to, one even gave him a seizure. What's worse, whenever Michael told Roserade about this, she didn't seem to care; sometimes even getting aroused by the fact that her poisons had endangered Michael.
Roserade grinned down at her immobilized trainer, quickly undoing his pants to free his cock, made extremely hard by the poison. Roserade stood above Michael and dropped down, taking Michael to the base all at once. Michael probably would've been more than glad about this, if he could actually feel anything other than a bit of pain from how hard he was. Other than that, he didn't feel any pleasure, likely a way if making sure he cum until Roserade wad done.
Roserade locked her legs under Michael's waist, bouncing herself hard on his cock, moaning loudly. Michael was forced to sit and watch her cum repeatedly, unable to even move.
Roserade began massaging her chest with her rose hands, causing poisonous nectar to leak out, as though lactating. After four fourth climax, Roserade could feel Michael's body twitching more and more as the drug began to wear off. At the rate Roserade was bucking her hips, Michael would start to feel it and cum in only a few minutes. He'd likely be able to cum a few more times, which would give Roserade enough time to satisfy herself, but that wouldn't work for Roserade.
Thinking fast, Roserade leaned down, enveloping Michael's head in her breasts. Michael instinctively began sucking on her nipples, believing that if he did, Roserade would let him cum. Quite the opposite actually, as sucking on Roserade's tits caused Michael to drink more of the poison, making him go numb once again.
Roserade kept it going for another two hours, allowing her to cum ten more times. She would've been happy with five, but she figured since he was still paralyzed and would be for awhile, why not? After the first hour, Roserade shifted, impaling her ass and riding even harder than before.
After she was finished, Roserade got up, fixed Michael's clothes, and went back inside, leaving Michael paralyzed on the ground. Michael tried in vain to get up or to even move for half an hour before giving up and just letting himself black out.
When Michael woke up, after breathing a sigh of relief that his arms and legs still worked properly, quickly stroked himself, desperate to cum. After he'd finished, Michael went into the house, making a mental note to always, ALWAYS, check the tea.