The life of PokeSexuals

Kage (Greninja) and Kazama (Male)

This chapter will show I also accept requests for different periods of time. Such as Ancient China, Greece, Egypt, etc. Think about that when sending in requests :)

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A lone shadow could barely been seen as it moved through the tree line with expert ease.

The shadow belonged to a female Greninja, currently on top of a tile rooftop from a Japanese castle. Down on the street she could see men and women in kimonos, celebrating a small but happy day for them: the birth of their prince. The dirt streets were busy with Tauros carrying large carriages filled with food for the people, the everyday citizens.

As she adjusted her long tongue she and her kind had wrapped around her neck like a scarf, she couldn't help but look down at it all with some melancholy. She closed her eyes, and upon opening them all her doubts were gone.

Her target was the prince this people loved, the boy that on his birthday asked his parents, the emperor, to grant their people great meals for them to party along them. As paper lanterns and couples walked back home, she knew her time to strike would come as soon as the moon had reached its peak on the sky. Her eyes narrowed at the large towers guarding the castle, and the soldiers, both humans and Pokémon, moved according to schedule without leaving room for even a small Rattatta to pass through.

Even then the amphibian water-type didn't bat an eye. She watched a samurai, a man dressed in red armor with his swords resting on his hip, talking energetically with another guard, a female Mienshao, who used the sleeve-like parts of her arms to hide her grin and avoid laughing out loud at the man's jokes as he showed more than a little deal of affection for the fighting-type.

"So this Scyther and I made a bet about who could cut the more watermelons. Yeah... I'll have to clean the toilets for a bit, but I've seen him practicing way harder than before. Guess I did scare him for a moment."

The Mienshao laughed and without subtlety rubbed her hand up his armored arm.

The Greninja rolled her eyes and put her hands together, flipping through signs before summoning forth a water shuriken. After the samurai was forced to cut the first, he and the Mienshao weren't ready for the second which cut into his armor and sent him back. She gasped and rushed to his side, sighing in relief at seeing no blood. He groaned and looked at her, and his eyes widened when seeing the blue kunoichi's form before him and his fellow soldier. The Mienshao rushed to attack, but was too late. The Greninja had already rushed and kicked her on one side of the head, knocking her out. The samurai, enraged, tried to dash at her. But due to the lack of air in his lungs after the strike that broke his armor, he was left wide open for the female frog to jump up and deliver a solid chop to one side of his neck, taking him out.

Swiftly after that, the Greninja jumped to the ceiling and started to crawl over the tiles, hiding herself in the shadows as she looked for the young prince.

It didn't take her long, for she had to look for one of the bigger rooms.

And there he was, sleeping in his bed.

His features were rather foxy. Understandable since his father, the emperor, had married a Zoroark. Like his father, he had Japanese features, but a far tinier body than most kids his age. He was supposedly fourteen, yet looked no older than eight. His hair, like his mother, was black but had a red tuff that stood up in a small top-knot ponytail, showing her bloodline in him.

His round face with slightly sharp features made him adorable.

It almost pained her to have to kill him.

Almost.

She jumped down, her hands summoning a pair of water swords, single-edged blades like those of a katana and just as sharp. In this one strike, he would... wake up, stand up in a flash, and slam his right palm right into her flat and fit chest!

"Gre!" she croaked in mild pain and mostly shock.

The boy, currently in a white kimono with a loose black sash that didn't help to fully close his robe, stared at her with narrowed green eyes, "Who are you? Who sent you? And most importantly, what made you think my mother and father wouldn't teach me self-defense? My father may be the emperor, but he married a kunoichi."

She put her webbed thumb to her mouth, flicked some drool that escaped her lips from the strike, and took her pose, ready to fight.

"Fine, have it your way." He said and rushed at her.

The Greninja threw a couple of water shurikens at him, and watched with wide eyes as the little boy kicked the first one out of his way with a spinning kick, used the momentum to swat the other with the back of his hand, and kept moving to ram his elbow on her gut. She groaned when her hands managed to catch the boy's limb and kept it from knocking the air off her.

The two glared at each other and jumped back, ready to keep fighting.

This time the boy took a deep breath before using his right leg to propel himself at the water-type.

She caught it, pushed him aside, and forced her palm to his neck for another chop. With her water sword cutting through the wind ready to slice his head- why was she lighter?

And then she found herself tossed on the ground, her back slamming hard against it, after the boy managed to judo-throw her.

The prince jumped at her, straddling her ever slick chest - she was a frog, after all - and pinned her shoulders down with both hands, "Tell me who sent you or else I will question you the old-fashioned way."

She ground her teeth and opened her mouth. The prince gasped upon seeing a small pellet there, purple due to the dangerous venom it had inside. This was a true kunoichi, she wouldn't be taken with a fight, she'd rather take her life than fail her mission.

And that is why, in a moment of simultaneous pure genius and pure stupidity, the boy slammed his lips to hers and snuck his tongue into her mouth. The Greninja's eyes widened when his nimble oral muscle fished out the poisoned pellet and he spat it off, far away from her while a trail of saliva connected their mouths.

Not only was she beaten by a boy that looked far too young to be this good in battle, he had stolen her... her first kiss. She didn't know what was more humiliating, the loss or the fact she kind of liked to feel his much smaller tongue wrestling hers.

The boy was relieved he kept her from committing suicide and looked down to see her cheeks looked slightly red.

"Hmm, I think you liked that." he grinned and slowly fondled her hips, making her quiver, "Like I said... I'll get answers out of you, even if it's the old-fashioned way."

His hand kept going low as he sat on her flat chest, and reached her blue groin, finding moisture that wasn't the slick sheet normal frogs had on their skin.

She tensed up as the feeling of his hands that close to her certain spot was NOT something she had been trained to deal with and squirmed under him as his fingers slowly glided against the moist lips which stood out against her blue skin.

Due to his robe being loose and the fight knocking the belt somewhere, she could see his meaty sword poke as it hardened. She was in a daze, but the sight of the rod in front of her nearly snapped her out of her trance when the sight of the boy's manhood swelled more and more on her chest. The feeling of his warm ball-sack on her moist chest made her shiver, and the sight of the head approaching her tongue-scarf made her gulp. If that wasn't enough, the musky scent and his thumb flicking her very sensible bundle of nerves was certainly not helping her fight this.

"So, care to talk now?" he grinned while teasing and rubbing her moist pussy as though he was a cat playing with a ball of yarn.

She tilted her head defiantly, making him let out a tsk of irritation before a grin spread to his face. He pulled his hand from her folds, held it up for her to see some of her juices, and waited for her response while silently saying she wouldn't get more pleasure unless she talked. Her eyes turned hot, her glare could burn him to the ground were it not for the fact her womanhood was aching for something. Yet, as a proud kunoichi, she wouldn't give in to a brat that looked like he hadn't hit puberty even if the bush of black hair above his tool said otherwise.

And then... he kissed her again!

"Gre! Gren!" she cried as his smaller mouth invaded her larger one, with his lips sucking on her long tongue before he left a trail of kisses on it.

He pulled back and chuckled, "You're a kunoichi, you should know there are clans willing to do everything to get the other to talk." Then he went back to work on her slit, making her arch her back and lift him only a few inches when his index finger and thumb pinched her clitoris, hard. She yelped when he yanked it up, opening her mouth wide and near making him lose his cool.

Truth be told, he was acting more out of instinct and using the knowledge he got from textbooks. He had never done this before, but to have this result was maddening. Her mouth was so inviting he wanted to ram himself all the way in, balls deep. Her quivering womanhood was practically sucking in his fingers the more pressure he added to it. And to see her start to sweat with the light of the moon and his room's wooden lanterns making her skin glimmer made her a desire that was turning him insane.

"I know. If I can make you cum enough times tonight, you confess and I show you the pleasures of the body you've probably never felt." he challenged. Luckily he was a rather good liar when it came to making deals.

She narrowed her eyes. The cockiness and gall of this brat!

She opened her mouth and took his large mushroom in, making him hiss. He nearly fell, and knew that'd be bad since she could kill him, so he forced his hands to her head and made sure to keep a steel grip on it.

She was stunned at not only the new found rush of his scent, but the odd taste of his cock inside her mouth. She loosened her muscles, letting him take her as the boy pushed himself in slowly, gently. It surprised her that even if he was taking her this way for answers he put effort in not hurting her, but making her desire him. Her long tongue was forced to lap at every inch of his massive flesh spear, and as the head pushed into her now relaxed throat, she shuddered when his balls tapped her tongue-scarf where she chin should be. Her nose was pressed on his pubes, a small bush of black with red streaks. His scent was overwhelming even before she swallowed his meat into her. The prince felt her shoulders tremble as she did so and pulled back, allowing her to gasp.

His tool was at full mast, and she was taking slow and evened breaths while staring at the trail of saliva connecting her opened maw to his tip. He put a hand back to keep himself from falling, and knitted his eyebrows when it hit something moist. Looking back and down, he let out a brief laugh at the small puddle of love juices coating his floor.

"My, aren't you naughty?" He tried to sound convincingly in control, like he had done this many times before. The blush on his face failed him.

She glared, and in response he moved his hand back to her entrance, making her croak loudly only for him to take her mouth again with his hard member. The frog Pokémon's eyes widened as this time she took him all the way until even his heavily loaded orbs entered her mouth. Her tongue was pressed on the sack filled with rich man-milk ready to shoot out, and in a moment of weakness she lapped at them, a single lick to get more of his odd taste all over her tongue.

The prince moaned as he shot his load. The Greninja felt her throat expand as his thick ropey streams of seed went down, forcing her to swallow many times as he slowly pulled back. As she did, she kept a perfect ring around his length with her lips, making sure none of his creamy shots escaped her until, with an echoing pop, he was out and clean, but with his manhood coated in her saliva.

The kunoichi closed her eyes and then gulped the last drops, panting afterwards along the pleased boy.

They looked into each other's eyes...

"I'm... Kazama..." he started, "You may have known that but..."

She nodded and got up with his permission, both seated on their knees in front of the other. She used a webbed finger to trace imaginary lines on the floor, making a name: Kage.

He snorted, "Cute name."

She glared and this time got on top of him, or would have had he not let her, rolled her so she was once again on her back, and his tip pressed on her slit while their eyes met once again. Large, massive blushes spread on their faces.

"The prisoner shouldn't enjoy this." he teased, probing her entrance yet not doing more than making sucking noises with his tip pressing into her folds, making her pant as his head opened her lower lips yet didn't fully spread them with the lack of his girth inside of her, pounding her womb.

With a mental curse of how the mission could screw itself, the kunoichi wrapped her legs around the much smaller boy's waist and in that once movement removed both her and his virginities.

Both let out their groans as Kazama's girth was buried inside the water-type's pussy, eagerly clenching around it even though this was the first time she had ever had it filled like this.

The toys she used to please herself in those lonely, boring nights had only helped in taking out the pain of the first penetration, but to have Kazama energetically pull back and swiftly slam all of his monstrous length inches into her was unlike any toy could ever achieve. The warmth, the softness, the sound of wet meat slapping together, the feeling of his balls slapping the round and plump behind her kind was known for, and the way he held her hips to pull himself in and out was rocking her mind and body in ways she never thought possible.

"Damn! You're so tight!" he groaned out as he continued to pull back and slam back inside her as his hips moved by instinct due to the amazing jolt of pleasure coarse through his groin.

Kage was a moaning mess as she bucked her hips in rhythm to his, slamming her pelvis against his and feeling the enjoyable tickling sensation of his pubes on her hairless crotch. His hands sunk nicely into her blue flesh, making her moan as his fingers trailed down to her bum, coping a feel of her cheeks and sinking his digits into them. In doing so he lifted her waist off the ground, allowing himself to ram his head all the way into her womb. Kage cried loudly, a croak of bliss and shock when she watched the bulge on her stomach of her womb being filled with his cockhead.

As he pulled back out, she closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck and forced herself to sit on her lap with her behind on his thighs, his hands steadying their pumping, and her smaller lover's face resting beneath her tongue-scarf against her flat, muscular chest. Kazama got a devilish idea mid-panting and trusting, and put his lips on her chest, sucking hard on her skin. The frog kunoichi croaked loudly, holding the prince's head tight against her chest as he nibbled on her skin and sucked hard, making her quiver.

It was with dual cries of utter bliss that they reached their release. Kazama's upward thrusts started to get sloppy as he couldn't hold himself back much longer while Kage's body started to go limp on top of him.

They slammed their groins together, connecting them fully to the hilt until his balls slapped her deliciously soft behind. Kage's walls tightened, crushing his tool until it was kind of painful yet also delightful. Kazama's balls also tightened, shooting his heavy load into her womb, filling her froggy insides up until she saw the bulge where her womb was invaded by his manhood expand some more. His scrotum shuddered at the feeling of her snatch juices dripping on it, falling into the floor.

It was then that both collapsed with Kage once again on her back and the prince on top of her, both a panting mess.

He sighed and remained where he was, "I will... hear your answers... tomorrow morning..."

"Gre..." she nodded and wrapped her arms around her lover, bringing him closer.

The two went to sleep peacefully.

(Next morning)

Fresh sunlight poured in from the open windows and spread across the floor before resting on Kazama's sleeping face.

The boy moaned when feeling an incredible and now familiar feeling wash over him. He watched a pair of blue pointy ears bob up and down as Kage's mouth engulfed his once again hardening member. After spending a full night with it shutting her womanhood and keeping his seed in her womb, she felt he earned a reward for all the fun she had given him. Their eyes locked and his hand went to her head as he sat himself on the bed.

Certainly, the day would start fine and-

"Well done, son!"

Both prince and kunoichi froze at the sight of a man rather short for his age in the regal robes of a shogun, fanning himself with a beautiful Zoroark by his side clutching his arm. Both of the boy's parents didn't seem to notice his terrified face, the blue kunoichi's shock as she almost choked on their son's tool, or the fact that the prince was getting a nice little blowjob.

The emperor kneeled and grinned, his face sharp and showing years of experience in combat, "I see you met Kage. Your mother and I were looking for a proper wife for you, one that could fight at your side! So, lo and behold, we found a tribe of proud Greninjas and Kage was introduced to us. Of course, we had to use disguises for this little marriage..."

The prince aimed an accusatory finger at his father, "You sadistic moron, she tried to kill me!"

The father laughed louder, "Well, if she did, then you didn't earn my throne!"

Kage pulled back, wiped her mouth, and sat on her knees before her future father-in-law, feeling a heavy blush on her face after such a declaration and the way she had been tricked.

The Zoroark sat in front of her, smiling and talking in Poké-speech, "You'll do fine. Trust me, these two men in my life are complete idiots..." the Greninja felt a large drop of sweat roll down the back of her head at such words while the prince, after quickly putting on his robes, put his father on a headlock and started to wrestle the small man.

"Will he turn out like his father?" Kage asked worried.

Her mother-in-law giggled, "No. But they're idiots, the kind that are too dumb to let go of what they love." she leaned her head to the side with a sly grin, "Besides, as dumb as they can be, they are fun when it comes to finding strong women."

Kage chuckled sheepishly, her blush deepening, "Agreed..."

To say the wedding would be weird was an understatement.