You decided not to fight the Pokemon. You didn't feel like it, didn't even feel worthy of sending out an opponent to fight him. The one thing you had wanted to do all your life, you had realized, was challenge the Elite Four and become the champion of the Pokemon League. You had thrown that away and for what reason?
The elbow that smashed into your chest made you feel numb, but not much different from how you already felt inside. The impact of it sent you to the ground, but as your body crumpled, you didn't feel much. It was such a devistatingly stupid decision not to challenge them...
Greninja kicked you in the stomach, which did knock the air out of you, but you were so caught up in your own self pity that you barely noticed. The Pokemon looked down, the fire in his eyes slowly going away.
What was wrong with this human? He had Pokeballs on his belt, but he let himself be beaten up. Greninja shrugged and walked over to the tent, where the food and whatnot must surely be. After pulling the backpack out, Greninja rifled around through it as the human squirmed on the ground. Clothing, more Pokeballs, some… Lewd magazines, and aha!
Greninja pulled out a small container that was filled to the brim with all sorts of human food. It was cold, for sure, but it was still food. He sat down next to the trainer on a log and began to eat it.
The trainer slowly sat up, glumly looking at Greninja. The Pokemon menacingly said its name, but the trainer didn't respond. Didn't even flinch.
"You're hungry, huh?" He asked.
Greninja frowned, but nodded as he scooped another piece of food into his mouth. The trainer smiled weakly.
"Not much there, my dude."
"Greninja…" He called, scowling. Why wouldn't he shut up?
"I was going to challenge the Elite Four, and have dinner at the hotel there. But… I dunno, I guess I decided against that." Greninja cocked his head as he ate another bite of the food. He didn't much care about the story of this human, but… Well, Greninja was lonely, so why not? The trainer scooted beside him, leaning back on the log. "Don't know why. It's not like I couldn't have beaten them."
"Gren?"
"Y-yeah. Whatever that means." The trainer said. He shivered slightly, but continued to speak. "It was like, my whole life, you know? I've been on the road for so long to even stand a chance against them, but…" He brought his knees up to his chest, and laid his head on them. "I don't know anymore. Like, what's my goal now, you know?"
"Inja." Greninja shook his head as he finished off the food. He looked down, frowning, and handed the container back to the trainer.
"O-oh. All done?" The trainer asked, taking it back. It seemed like he didn't even care that Greninja had eaten all of his food. He tossed it back into the tent without the slightest hesitation and leaned forward on his knees. "Sorry I didn't have more food. You gonna leave me now?"
Greninja shrugged, his face blank.
You sigh, nodding again as you turn your face back to your knees. There was a loud, thundering rumble and you began to laugh. Just your luck that it would begin to rain now. You look up, but to your confusion, you don't see any clouds in the red and orange of the setting sky.
"Huh." You said, looking around. "Not a cloud in sight, but…"
You look over at Greninja, who was holding his stomach and blushing. Oh… That came from him.
"You still hungry?" You asked, smiling.
"Greninja!" The Pokemon said, nodding.
"Ah, I'm sorry." You said, looking back to your tent. "You ate all my food though. If you wanna go hunt something big down, I'll cook it for you, but as it is… You're out of luck."
When you turned to the Pokemon, you were surprised to see that it was gone.
Whatever.
You crawled into your tent, zipping it closed behind you and fell down onto your sleeping bag. It wouldn't be easy to go to sleep tonight, not with those voices in your head, but you still tried your hardest.
. . .
Just as you were falling asleep, something unzipped your tent. You look back, a bit surprised. It was Greninja, holding a rather dead looking Magikarp in his hands.
"Gren!" He said, pushing the Pokemon towards you.
"O-oh. I thought you weren't coming back, but…" You got up, taking an axe and a firestarter out of your backpack. "Guess I was wrong. As usual."
Greninja sat down on the log, his catch on his lap as you went about getting a fire ready for him. It was an easy process to do; find wood, kindling, all that good stuff, set it up properly, then light it on fire. The firestarter you had guaranteed a blazing fire, which was why you got it more often than other products.
After a few minutes, there was a fire going.
"All set. Lemme see the fish, I'll get it ready." You said, holding out your hands.
Greninja frowned, but handed you the Magikarp anyway. Since you had been on the road for so long, you had learned a lot of skills you never thought you would have, such as skinning and processing Pokemon, filleting something like a Magikarp, or even stomaching PokeKibble.
After there were two absolutely beautiful fillets from the Magikarp, you placed them in a pan, seasoned them generously with a mix you made of dried, powdered lemon zest, salt, pepper, red pepper flakes, and garlic powder. Maybe you could become a spice peddler, sell your spices to far off regions instead of becoming a Pokemon Champion? Who knows.
Once the fish were seasoned, you placed some oil in the pan, and then put the pan above the flames. Now it was a waiting game.
"Greninja?" He asked, scooching close to you.
"Huh? O-oh, yeah, just cooking them. Don't really feel like sushi right now." You said, shrugging. "It'll be done in a bit."
He nodded, but stayed close to you. Whether it was for warmth, or food security, you weren't sure, but you enjoyed the physical company of someone other than your own Pokemon. You looked over at him and grimaced slightly.
He had a rather human looking member out in the wind for all to see, but…
You couldn't pull your eyes away from it.
Usually, gay shit disgusted you. There was nothing wrong with homosexuals, just… what they did. It grossed you out.
'Nasty…' You thought, looking back to the pan. Try as you might, however…
It just looked so… so oddly… cute?
The cream colored shaft, the small pink tip… You imagined that there was a ball sack just beneath it that was just as adorable as well. Two wonderful, squishy… you wanted him to sit on your face, have each one fall into your eye sockets… What would that feel like? To be T-bagged?
You shivered, looking back to the fish. You didn't roll that way, there was absolutely no way! There was something stiff between your legs and the color drained from your face.
N-no…
How…? How were you getting stiff from just a glance? You slap yourself, which caused Greninja to look over, but he quickly returns his attention to the food. Good.
You're not interested in him. You never were...
But why did you feel this way then?
All your life, you've despised what happened between two men in a bedroom. Any gay stuff made you nauseous, it had been since you were a little kid. You had come from what you assumed was a loving family, but when you were about seven years old, your parents suddenly divorced.
You didn't know why, hell, you were too young to understand it better then what you were told. Apparently, your dad had never loved your mom. Later on in life, you found out that he only stayed with her for the tax benefits, but at the time, you believed that you had something to do with why your mom was replaced with another dad.
The new stepdad, Henry, wasn't a disgusting, vile man. He was in shape for his age and had a pretty impressive beard and when he came to live with you and your dad, well… He hadn't come alone. He had showered you with gifts, clothing, the likes, even your very first Pokemon, Growlithe. Almost anything you wanted. But he wasn't your mother.
It all had come to a breaking point when, at eleven years old, you walked in on the two of them fucking each other. You had a question about something that had just happened in the bathroom, but when you saw them, everything seemed to go away, replaced with a disgust and overall hatred of both of your fathers. Something about seeing two important figures in your life, especially your biological father, with a cock rammed so far up his ass he couldn't do anything but groan like a little school girl, disgusted you.
It hadn't been too long after that that you asked to live with your mother, and it hadn't ended well with your fathers.
Flash forward to now and, even though with those memories still lingering around in your mind, you couldn't stop thinking about this Pokemon's cock. You turned the fish over and were happy to see a wonderfully golden sear on them. Greninja began to almost drool at the large fillets.
Wasn't this different, though?
Greninja wasn't human. He was a Pokemon and a Pokemon with a very cute cock at that. Your eyes drifted down to it and you sighed softly. How can this be? What's becoming of you?
"I'm just… so alone." You glumly said.
"Gren?" He asked, looking over.
"E-eh?" You meet his gaze. "O-oh. Just talk-talking to myself."
He didn't say anything, he just looked back to the fish. You glance down at him again and your eyes gloss over green with envy. So smooth, so thick looking…
"H-hey, Greninja?" You asked, looking up.
"Greninja?"
"Why… Why are you out like that?" You asked, pointing to his member. Greninja looked down at his member and shrugged, his gaze returning to the fish. You couldn't pull your gaze away from him, though.
The pressure in your head, or your pants, didn't go away. For whatever reason, you found this male Pokemon extremely attractive. The more you looked, the more you fell in love with his slender cock.
Suddenly, the pan was taken from your hand. The movement snapped you out of your transe, but it wasn't over. You looked over at Greninja, who had placed the pan beside him on the ground. He was looking back at you, an odd little expression on his face. You heard him move his legs.
Looking down, you saw his member slightly twitching.
You look back up at him and then back at his member a couple of times before gulping. What were you doing? Another dude? Seriously? He watched as you got on your knees, pushing his legs apart a bit more.
He was slowly getting harder and harder as you lean on his thighs and look at him. You stopped questioning why you were doing this and reached down, touching his length gently. Greninja tensed slightly, but not for long. The more you felt his soft, quivering length, the more you came to grips with what you were doing. He didn't smell bad, he wasn't forcing himself upon you and it wasn't like this was even something he wanted; this was all you.
You grasp his cock in your hand, realizing just how similar yours and his are. When you began to jerk him off, it felt as if you were jerking your own cock off, but not getting anything out of it. The Pokemon seemed to enjoy you, however, because a slight groan escaped him. Once you got it completely hard, you stopped and looked at what you had just done. A fully erect Pokemon was sitting directly in front of you, avidly awaiting your next move. You look up and see his eyes wide with expectation. Who were you to disappoint?
You look back at his cock once more before taking it in your hands. It was a lot smaller than your own, easily able to fit inside your hand with only the tip poking out of your grasp. With the exception of the color and the size of it, his length was exactly like your own.
Greninja began to moan under his breath as you jerked him off like you had done to yourself a million times before. You couldn't say that you didn't like hearing what he had to think of your handjob.
What did it taste like, though?
Before any thoughts against that one could rise against what you felt, you give the underside of the tip of his cock a small lick, raising your eyebrows afterwards. This was not only the lowest you believed you've ever been, but the nastiest as well. Another cock on your tongue… Absolutely disgusting.
And you loved it.
Greninja cried out in surprise once you went back for seconds, and thirds, even fourths and fifths as you worked your tongue over every single inch of his cock. Every vein, every bulge, every unique aspect of his tip was something you traced with your tongue. You began to jerk him off and looked down at those wonderful balls of his. They were a bit bigger than you thought, but only by a bit. You reached out, and touched them.
Amazing.
No hair anywhere on them, which was something you personally strived for with your own ball sack. It wasn't as wrinkly as yours, either. Each testicle sat comfortably inside its sack, yet it was loose and warm, so... So warm. You leaned down, giving it a small lick after a slight smell. It just smelled like anything else on him; nothing gross, nothing like how you imagined he would smell. His ball sack fit wonderfully in your mouth and you could hardly resist sucking on them.
You laid down on the grass, beckoning for him to get up. The Pokemon obeyed, his cock bouncing as he quickly rose to his feet. You positioned his balls over your head and pushed on the insides of his knees. Greninja got the message, squatting down until his wet ball sack rested on your face. You smiled, pulling him down a bit more until that fantasy you thought would never happen, happened. Each one of his balls drifted down onto your closed eyes and stayed there.
You stayed in that position, which would have been humiliating for some, for asking long as you desired. It was wonderful. His balls, while wet, were warm and soon your entire face matched the temperature of the most sensitive part of him. You decided to give him a bit of a reward and told him to sit down on the log again once you were finished with him.
Greninja obeyed and you shuttered at the lack of heat on your eyes. After wiping away your saliva, you got back on your knees and got back in front of Greninja. With your fantasy fulfilled, you give him another lick.
A small spurt of precum dotted on the tip of his cock, slightly grossing you out. Something inside was telling you that this was wrong, that you shouldn't be doing this, that it was wrong, or immoral, but fuck that voice.
You lapped that little bead of preucm off of him, rolling it around in your mouth afterwards in an attempt to find out how he tasted. Greninja shuttered, grabbing his length and beginning to stroke himself off. You quickly grab his arm, placing it on the log.
He got your point and you swallowed him.
Salty, yet not as bad as you thought it would be. It had left an odd texture on your tongue, like your tongue was made out of slime, but you couldn't say that you didn't enjoy it.
You grab his length with your thumb and pointer finger, guiding his cock to your mouth. This was it. Everything inside you was demanding you to stop. You could see the disappointment in the eyes of your mother, your friends, hell, even the Pokemon you traveled with. It wasn't too late to stop. Sure, it had been really fucking gay to even consider touching his cock, but… You could stop now. Mawile, one of the Pokemon on your team, was a female! You could fuck her tonight, it would straighten itself out, nature would correct itself!
His member throbbed gently in your touch, which was what convinced you to dive down deep on it. It was only five or so inches in length and he easily fit inside your mouth. You dove down to his pelvis, those odd thoughts going away almost instantly. It fit so right in your mouth, so perfect…
You felt his ball sack with your chin and smirked with his cock still in your mouth. You sealed it inside yourself, sucking upwards. Everything only got better from there.
That slippery feeling his precum left on your tongue came back, was he dripping more into you? It allowed you to slide his cock back down your mouth even easier, which you loved. Being able to feel him inside your mouth instead of just on your tongue was a lot better than you ever would have thought. You realized now just how many wonderful nights you could have spent with a Pokemon that were wasted because of your idiotic thinking.
Greninja began to breathe a bit heavier as you traced wide, lazy circles on the underbelly of his cock with your entire tongue. You never stayed in one particular spot with him, choosing instead to move up and down him as you licked. If you were honest with yourself, the tip was your most favorite thing to suck on. You didn't know how you were so good at this.
It could have been a lot of things. Often, even though the thoughts had disgusted you, you wondered what it would have been like to have your Ditto transform into you and to suck yourself off. These thoughts never were in your mind for long, however, so the real reason why you felt as if you were so good at this was because you had watched a lot of porn in your time. You had seen how a woman would suck a man off and tried your best to emulate that.
Most of the beauties you watched hadn't sucked a Pokemon off, especially someone with a member as small as Greninja's, but you made due and Greninja certainly seemed to appreciate it.
You dove down on his length again, nuzzling his groin as you suckled on his cock, which somehow, had gotten slimier and slimier as this blowjob went on. You used that to your advantage and, after a few more sucks on his throbbing cock, you pulled off of him and took his member in your hand.
Greninja began to pant as you quickly jerked him off, his precum and your own saliva mixing together to form such a wonderful, natural lube. His thighs began to flex a bit and he began to push his cock into your hand as you beat him off. You knew that he was close and you wanted to make this a memorable experience for both him and yourself, so you took his ball sack in your free hand and gently began to massage it in your hand as you bent down and gave small licks to his tip as you wildly jerked him off.
Greninja was lost in a sea of bliss as your tongue traced the bottom of his tip over and over again, while you jerked him off and demanded his cum from his ball sack. He quickly tensed up harder than you had ever felt and you pulled away, jerking him off even faster. He gave a tight, constricted grunt and the first rope of his cum shot up and splattered on his chest. Greninja began to grunt more and more as cum freely flew from his cock, each impressive rope landing on his chest.
You kept jerking him off, even when those ropes turned into poots, poots into dribbles, until you were left with nothing shooting out of him any more. You gave his balls one more slight squeeze and smiled, pulling away from him.
Greninja was panting loudly as you shook the cum from your hand, wiping what you couldn't get off on your shorts. You took the pan of Magikarp and began to heat it up; by this point, it had gotten cold.
Once the fish was warmed again, and Greninja had recovered, the two of you shared a filet of Magikarp. Greninja seemed to enjoy your company a lot more - You didn't have to wonder why - and the meal the two of you shared wasn't half bad. Once you were done, Greninja took you by your wrists and pulled you up. You were expecting him to kiss you, but thankfully, he didn't.
You were led into the tent as the campfire died down and stayed with him for the rest of the night. Your prejudices had gone away by the time the morning sun had risen.
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