Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from Pokemon or any Trademarks of Nintendo. This story and OCs belong to me.
A/N: This is my Tropius drabble. I actually rolled this one just after someone posted in the thread demanding pegging...and so this happened. Herpaderp.
Title of this drabble is: A Tropical Treasure.
It was around midday when Ben was just relaxing in his back yard, watching Hilda, his Tropius, float around in the sky around his house. He loved her and he loved watching her. The way she looked as she did flips through the air made his heart do flips as well as he gazed on. He chuckled to himself, thinking that even if he loved her there was no way he could act on it, with her being his pokemon and all.
Of course this presented a dilemma...even if Ben couldn't act on it because of her, that didn't stop him from wanting to and fantasizing. That said, he was horny...with Hilda flying around and his backyard fenced off from prying eyes, he figured it was fine if he jerked it for a little while.
Of course, things rarely go as planned. You see, even though she was flying around Hilda kept an eye on Ben. She loved him as much as he loved her, though she couldn't tell him, and it made her happy every time he'd watch her fly. She was about to do another loop for him when she saw something odd.
Flying a little lower to get a better look, Hilda gasped at what she saw. Ben was fapping his eight-inch meat without a care in the world, glancing from it to the sky to her occasionally. This made her tingle in her most sacred of spots. Her heat had come earlier and she, like most pokemon when this happens, had looked for a mate with little success. Now that she saw him working himself in all his glory, she decided. He would be her mate...
Without warning, Hilda swooped down and landed in front of him. Ben was surprised out of his trance when he heard her, opening his eyes to see her staring at him with a blush. He immediately tried to cover himself, clumsily gripping his shorts and pulling them up. She wouldn't have that though, using a vine to stop him and gently pull his shorts back down. Before he could react at this, she brought her head down and took the whole length of his member into her mouth in one fell swoop.
Any resistance Ben might have had planned disintegrated at this as he felt Hilda's warm tongue wrap around his dick. He placed a hand on her head as her head bobbed up and down on it. This was tons better than fapping and it wasn't long until he blew his load into her mouth. She swallowed every bit of it before she let it go.
Hilda looked at it and was shocked. It was still hard, even though it just gave up his sticky stuff. Of course, she would have been slightly disappointed if it wasn't. She turned around and Ben's eyes went wide. Right there in front of him was her sex, dripping with her arousal from the blowjob.
Ben couldn't believe what he was seeing. Hilda, the one he loved, was presenting to him. She wanted him...and this triggered something in him. No longer did he think he couldn't do it, he COULD do it and he WANTED to.
With a good lurch, Ben brought himself face to genitals with Hilda. At once he went to work, licking and prodding her moist opening with his tongue. She gasped sharply, feeling his fleshy appendage lap at her. He loved her taste, like the fruits she bare, and couldn't get enough of it. Cunnilingus was new to her though and it wasn't long until her orgasm tore through her, making her spray her juices all into his mouth and over his face. He made sure to clean well, slurping at her to get anything he missed.
Panting, Hilda turned her head and looked back to Ben with lust filled eyes. She needed him inside her...she needed him NOW. One look was all he needed to figure that out though. He stood from his lawn chair and gripped her rump, pulling himself up to mount her. With as wet as she was, his dick slid in easily to the hilt. They both gasped the act. She was much tighter than he had thought she was, given her size, and he loved it.
Ben pulled himself out of her and thrusted back in as hard as he could. Hilda moaned loudly at this treatment as he picked up his speed. Soon he was like a human piston, pulling out and slamming back in at breakneck speeds, each pump making a loud, wet slapping noise as his waist and balls collided with her hind quarters.
They were both in a trance fueled by pleasure as wave after wave of it shot through them with every thrust. Hilda couldn't take it anymore. She closed her eyes and arched herself as a strong orgasm took her, making her clench around his member and spray his crotch down with her nectar. Ben couldn't hold it either, blasting his own seed as deep as it could go as her pussy convulsed around him.
At once Ben pulled himself out of her, his member deflating, and flopped back down on the lawn chair. Hilda, however, wasn't satisfied just yet. When he got up to go inside, bending over to pick up his things, a wicked smile formed on her face. She had gotten an idea...
Hilda followed Ben inside until she saw her opportunity as he bent over over the kitchen counter to pick up a beer. She wasted no time, still horny from the romp a few minutes ago, and pinned him against the counter, making sure not to crush him under her weight. She then took her vines and yanked his shorts back down.
Ben, on the other hand, was surprised as hell. He didn't know WHAT she was gonna do and saw fit to struggle just a bit. It was kinda futile though, seeing as how she had him completely pinned.
Hilda grinned and decided to enact phase two. She snaked her vines around and wrapped them around the tops of her hind legs, entangling both vines around each other and shoving them inside her. She moaned slightly as she pumped one of them around inside her, but she had to focus.
All she wanted to do was lube one down. Once that was done, she pulled that one out of her snatch and, leading it around, lined the tip of the vine at Ben's anus.
Ben's surprise turned to panic as he realized what Hilda wanted to do, but he couldn't do anything about it. With one quick thrust, Hilda buried her "member" into his ass. He immediately shuddered, feeling the thick vine enter him, but noticed something odd. He didn't hate it...in fact he felt himself hardening more and more as the vine was pumped in and out of him, each thrust pounding his prostate.
Of course, it wasn't entirely one sided. The way Hilda had the vines set up it was like a crude strap-on. Each thrust agitated the vine she still had buried inside her, making it wiggle and rub her G-Spot every time she bucked.
This went on for a full while, Ben somehow working a hand free to stroke his member in time with her thrusts, grunting and groaning every time her vine hilted itself. It wasn't long until they both came once again. Hilda, unable to take the vine wiggling inside her anymore, cried out as she clenched around it, spewing her juices into the air behind her and all over her vines. Her cries along with the feeling of the vines twitch with her orgasm served to push him over the edge, making him shoot his junk all over the kitchen floor harder than ever thanks to the vine vibrating on his prostate.
Ben was panting as Hilda dismounted from him, untangling and withdrawing her vines. They were thoroughly spent. He just took her head in her hands and gave her a big kiss, which she returned, before walking on into the living room where he collapsed, asleep, on the couch...not even bothering to pull up his shorts. Hilda soon followed and curled up in front of him, soon enjoying her own slumber. Of course, his slumber didn't last long as he suddenly jolted up and slapped his forehead, shouting out loud.
"How in the fuck am I gonna explain this to my wife..."
