Female Pokemon x Male Human
Pokemon Boxing League.
It isn't something for everyone; there's a lot of blood, sweat and tears that go into training a Pokemon up to the point where it even stands a chance in the qualifying leagues. That's where having a nearly six foot tall Machoke is handy. She was taller than I was, and oftentimes, smarter as well, but if there's one thing Machoke's good at, it's winning fights. She blew past the qualifying leagues, blew past most tiers of competitors, and now that we were in the semi finals, it was just… crazy!
I never had expected to get this far in something like this, it had been a dream, and a wild one at that, but every single fight that I brought Machoke to, she was able to get her opponent to surrender within half a minute! Every time she'd step into the ring, it was a sure win, hell, she'd even beaten her larger, four-armed evolution, Machamp, in the ring not once, but twice!
There was a shuffling in the room I was in. I looked behind me and saw that it was Machoke, she had been sleeping before another big fight and had gotten up. I walked over to her and smiled, putting a hand on her muscular shoulder and smiled.
"Big fight today. I'm sure you'll win."
Machoke said her name, returning my smile and rising to her full height. One hundred and eighty centimeters, a full imperial foot taller than the rest of her kind. When she rose, my hand slipped off of her, as she stood around nineteen centimeters taller than me. It made for some interesting looks, sure; the short guy with the tall Pokemon, but I've heard them all before, and with a Pokemon like Machoke at my side, nobody dared to mock me in front of her.
I grabbed the robe we had gotten for her; in a way, Pokemon Boxing was much like regular human boxing, but much more exciting. Instead of two beefy dudes hashing it out, it could be any kind of fighting-type Pokemon, but that was where the differences ended. We could get sponsors and they'd give us neat gifts like this robe; a beautiful orange robe/hoodie. Granted, it was patched with the many brands that the particular sponsor owned, but we were paid a cool three hundred bucks whenever we made an appearance with it. I helped Machoke put the robe on and we walked out of the dressing room the arena had provided us with for this fight.
As always, my heart was racing with anticipation and nervousness. Each fight brought the potential for a loss, a loss that neither of us wanted, or could afford. Sure, as a twenty-five year old dude, I could always do the Pokemon League Challenge, I have no doubt in my mind that Machoke would easily be able to beat the hell out of 'em all, even if I got weird looks for being a full fifteen years older than most of the regular Pokemon trainers who did the challenge. But the boxing matches were fun, Machoke and I were more recognizable on the streets than even the Pokemon League Champion, and the money? Fifty thousand to the winner of the Pokemon Boxing League, one of those gigantic championship belts, and a guaranteed spot in the limelight of modern entertainment. There could be TV deals, movie cameos, or I could write books about how I raised my Machoke to become the champion that I know she will be.
As visions of grandeur swirled around in my head, I barely realized that, not only had we walked out into the arena, but I had almost walked head-first into the ring. I could barely hold back the blush as I held the rope up for Machoke, and before I climbed up with her, I took a deep, nervous sigh.
This was it. Semi finals. She can do it… I know she could. Her opponent was a Hitmonchan, for crying out loud! They weren't exactly known for being a tough fighter, but still, this particular one did qualify for the semi finals… he'd definitely be a tough fight. Semi finals… semi finals…
It was a mantra I had often repeated to myself once we had won the quarter-final. When all was said and done, when her robe was thrown on the ground and he fists taped up, when the Hitmonchan was ready and in his pose, I knew it was time. I gave Machoke a pat on her muscular shoulders and she was on her way. The announcer shouted our names over the intercom, then the names of our competitors, and just like that, the bell rang twice with a loud ding.
Immediately Machoke swung at Hitmonchan's chest, he narrowly dodged her. He ducked past the blow and was able to get two good hits on her side before she brought her elbow down on him, sending him crashing to the ground. Machoke was just about to crush him beneath her foot when he rolled out of the way… Did I forget to mention that there weren't many rules in terms of fighting? Almost anything went.
The Hitmonchan impressed me by getting up the same way actors did in those old school karate movies; fists behind his head that he pushed up on, swinging his feet out, the momentum carried him into a squat. He used his posture to lunge at Machoke, and there was a loud thump as his fist connected her chin; Machoke was sent stumbling back, but I wasn't worried, I knew what this was. She allowed herself to be pummeled upon, the Hitmonchan assaulted her to the point where any other Pokemon would collapse. His hits and kicks were of blinding speed, my eyes could barely follow them.
After one last hard punch, Machoke swung with her left arm, the Hitmonchan easily avoided the feint; her right hook came flying into his chest, making the Pokemon collapse onto the ground, sucking in air with wheezes and grunts. Machoke was on him in a second, her speed was something to be admired as well. She held him down and the counter started up; one bell, two…
The third one was about to sound when Hitmonchan pulled himself from her grip. I was absolutely stunned; nobody before him was able to escape from her, had the Hitmonchan's trainer watched our videos? I looked over at the smug son of a bitch, and sure enough, his eyes were alight with fire, his smile was broad and fierce. He had…
I didn't actually have a plan after this, to be honest. I didn't know how Machoke could take him down, the Pokemon had gotten past the one thing we did well. Even now he was on top of her, his legs around her neck, slowly choking her as he pummeled her head. My heart dropped when I saw Machoke collapse to a knee, another two firm blows brought her down, only able to support herself with a clenched fist as she tried in vain to get the Hitmonchan off of her.
I thought it was over for sure. I watched in dismay and… for the first time since we started this boxing competition, sadness. Seeing Machoke beat up other Pokemon didn't make me feel as bad, but when the table was flipped… well, I realized just how much I actually cared for her.
As much as the Hitmonchan pummeled and punched, however, nothing was bringing her down. I was just about to call it when she finally turned the tide. Machoke grabbed the Hitmonchan's entire face in her hand and wrenched him off of her. It wasn't easy; the frightful cries of the Pokemon seemed to only make him punch harder, but Machoke was well past the point of registering the pain for them to have any effect. She held the thrashing Pokemon up like he was a sack of potatoes, and he might as well have been, his punches were inches away from connecting with any part of Machoke's body.
Machoke yelled her name as she brought Hitmonchan down onto the arena's floor and she quickly pinned him down with a knee. The timer began again; one bell, two… three! At the sound of the third bell, the already deafening roar of the crowd became almost intolerable, but I couldn't even make sense of it. All I could do was run up to Machoke and pull her, or, rather, be pulled into the hardest hug I had ever been pulled into. She was sweaty and bruised, but it wasn't anything a shower and a few potions couldn't fix, and it certainly didn't matter to me.
Just like it had been when we came to the ring, getting back to the dressing room was nothing but a blur. Most of what I could remember consisted of people smacking me and Machoke on the back, high fives and other such congratulations. It was when I finally shut the door to the room that everything suddenly came crashing down on me. We had won. She had won…
I couldn't hold back my excitement nor my glee, I ran up to Machoke and nearly flew onto her; it was like she didn't even feel me running into her, she just hugged back, holding me in the air. We had done it… the semi finals. Done. Finished.
"You did it." I looked up at her eyes, her beautiful red eyes.
She didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded as she usually did. When the hug went on for a bit longer than it normally should have, I nervously chuckled and tried to pull myself from her buff arms. She could easily snap me in two if she got too excited, but what happened next legitimately surprised me.
Machoke craned her neck and pressed her lips against mine, pulling me into a… well, a rather awesome kiss. Nothing invasive, but it wasn't a peck on the cheek either. When she pulled away of course I looked into her eyes; I saw desire, want. How long had Machoke felt this way about me? A-about us?
"P-put me down?" At this point she was in control. I was the Pokemon master, sure, but I was also wrapped in her arms. She knew it, I knew it, she could have me if she wanted to, but, thankfully, I was put down.
I immediately looked away, blushing like never before at her silent, yet explosively loud confession. As much as I wanted to address this, this… whatever the hell this was, I just… couldn't. Grabbing her robe, I nodded to the door.
"Time to go."
Sharing that kiss was just… odd. Pokephilia wasn't the worst thing people did, but it was still something that most people didn't speak of, even if they partook. Personally, I always found the concept exciting and I never thought I'd be able to go through with it. If anyone found out, the rumors and lies would explode, we'd more than likely lose this wrestling contract, and there might be a legal battle if I piss off the right judge or cop.
We made a rather rushed escape from the arena. As much as I wanted to claim it was to beat the traffic or the lines, I knew that it was mostly because all I wanted to do was take a hot shower and go to… bed… Shit. It had completely slipped my mind that we both slept one king sized bed. It had been cheaper by five or so bucks and well… I hadn't known that Machoke felt this way about me until literally five minutes ago.
When we finally pulled up to the hotel I put the car in park and just stared out the windshield. I didn't say anything, hell, what could I say? Machoke definitely felt my silence and I could tell that the lack of a response was tearing her up, but this was completely new territory for me. I'd never been with a Pokemon and I don't really know if I want to. Machoke is… well, she's cute, but… she's not a human.
"C'mon." Was all I could offer.
The hotel smelled of fabric, that stink that permeates most hotel rooms. When we got in the room I suddenly became very self-conscious about… well, everything. As weird as it sounds, I had a difficult time even taking my socks off in front of her. I left my clothing on, grabbing what I wore to bed and went into the bathroom, shutting and, for the first time ever, locking the door behind me. Even if she could rip the door from its hinges, it offered some sense of security for my frazzled mind.
In the bathroom, it was much easier to disrobe. My sweat-stained clothing was bundled up and put in the sink and I took a long, hard look at myself. Curly brown hair, scrawny build, the bluest eyes you'd ever seen, and a fair, clear shade of skin to top it all off. I don't know why a Pokemon like Machoke would want me, but… well, if she was open to it, would it be so bad? After all, whenever I thought about what was beneath her skimpy outfit I usually became pretty stiff…
N...no, I wasn't seriously thinking about this, right? I can't be, it… it's wrong. The more I thought about it, however, the more I realized just what a lonely road it has been so far. Unlike most children, I didn't run off to become the very best, I stayed in school, I graduated college, hell I was set to run a business with a friend when I realized that there was money to be made in Pokemon Wrestling. I anticipated the lack of money on the road, but well… physical comfort? Not that. Last time I was with someone had been my girlfriend in college, we had a small fling that we ended once we both graduated, but that was…years ago.
Nowadays it was like I was fifteen all over again; constantly horny and able to sexualize almost anything. It was almost impressive, which was why I was scared about being with Machoke. What if something happened and she hurt me, or I hurt her? My… Our livelihood depended on her ability to pummel the shit out of other Pokemon, not make love to me.
It was at this point that I realized I had been standing in front of the shower watching the water swirl down the drain for what must have been five minutes. I stepped in and almost immediately got goosebumps from the warm water, but all the shower offered me was another chance to think about what had happened. As much as I tried to think about anything else, the kiss was all that preoccupied my mind. It had felt pretty good, after all…
I turned the water off, clean as a whistle, and dried off without dwelling on anything else. I couldn't, I wouldn't take advantage of her. Once I left the room, I tossed the clothing into the corner and looked at Machoke; she was asleep on her side, grabbing one of the pillows, her legs spread wide. She never used the blankets, and when she slept like this… when I could see the outline of her groin through her tight outfit… it was a lot to handle, especially today. The thought of wacking off real quick in the bathroom crossed my mind, but I fought that urge and just crawled into bed, careful as not to disturb her.
There was no sleep that night. When the alarm began to go off, it was hard to believe that seven or so hours had already gone by, seven hours of just laying there, listening to Machoke breathe, mumble under her breath, and shift around. I had watched her face as she slept, was it creepy, sure, but it did help me in deciding something rather life changing.
If Machoke wanted it, truely, utterly wanted me, then… then I'd help her out. Believe me, it hadn't been an easy decision - I know I say that with a dick between my legs, but hear me out! Machoke wasn't an idiot, she wasn't some livestock, she was a living, breathing Pokemon with the ability to make her own decisions. She had made one last night when she had kissed me; I hadn't commanded her, I hadn't told her to, she had just… leaned down and did the deed.
She wanted it, it wasn't an instinct or something she was unable to avoid doing, she wanted it. A-and, if that were the case, I don't see why I couldn't help her, hell, it would probably even help what we had if we could use each other to relieve some stress. Machoke turned over, her eyes just barely open, and looked over at me.
"Sorry, I'll get it." With that, I turned the alarm off and sat up.
It was then that the overwhelming tiredness hit me and I knew it was a mistake to stay up all night. I groggily got dressed - in front of Machoke, this newfound revelation seemed to give me some self-confidence - and the two of us made our way to the lobby. After a filling breakfast, it was time to go to the gym. I grabbed a cup of coffee on the way out and took a deep breath as the two of us got in the car.
"L-look, Machoke." I looked into her eyes; she almost seemed embarrassed or something, but I just smiled. "I know you wanted an answer last night, and I certainly didn't give one." She nodded, looking away. "I just… I thought about it when you were sleeping. Me being with you well… it wouldn't be a mistake. I just… don't want to fuck up what we have, alright?"
It's like a weight was lifted off my chest. Machoke looked up and me, a kind smile on her face, and pulled me into a hard, deep hug. No kisses, just hugs. It was enough to skeeve me out a little; I'd lend Machoke a hand - or any other bodily part - but I didn't want to do it where people could see.
"C-C'mon, let's go to the gym." Machoke pulled away, I breathed a deep sigh of relief as I started the car.
The gym was pretty easy to find; it was the building next to the arena. We got out and made our way in, the receptionist knew us by looks alone and buzzed us in. I gave her a curt smile, making a mental note to sign an autograph for her or something on the off chance that we won the finals next week. Next week… a whole seven days to get as fit as we could. At this time of day, the gym was empty. We had been waking up early just so we could be the first ones in, just so we didn't have to deal with Pokemon hogging the machines.
I locked our stuff up and we went to work almost instantly. Well, I say we, but I mean Machoke. I was just the coach, not the fighter, after all. I gave her goals, motivation and support - as much as I could, there was no way I could spot her with the kind of weight she could lift. Most gyms weren't as accommodating as this one was, even calling it a gym was somewhat of an understatement. This was a gym for fighting type Pokemon; the smallest weights here were over a thousand kilograms. The biggest weight they had was a swimming pool sized cube of concrete; it was connected to a gigantic chain, and one could pull on said chain to lift it up. All in all, it was around three-hundred and fourteen thousand kilograms. Needless to say, it was something to work towards.
For Machoke, however, it was a rather simple ordeal; some deep breathing and then a sighing grunt as she pulled on the chain. The concrete would easily give way and rise a couple feet in the air before she let it gently drop to the ground. Too fast and the thing would probably cause an earth-quake.
When we were finally done working out, Machoke was covered in sweat and hell, I was sweaty from just watching this absolute unit at work. By now the gym had a few more guests, each training their own fighting type Pokemon. With normal gyms, there were normally shared locker rooms, but this wasn't like your regular gym. The locker room we entered was more of a locker suite.
There were two rooms; a large main room with lockers, tables, and a T-shaped bench that was near one of the walls. The other room had the shower, the sink and the toilet. I tossed the bag onto the table after I locked the door and turned to Machoke, who was sitting on the bench chugging a gallon of water.
"I'm going to hit the shower, good job out there today." She gave me a thumbs up as she drank from the carton.
I smirked as I went to the shower, soap and towel in hand. Stripping off was easy knowing that, not only had I agreed to do whatever she wanted to, but that I was also not being looked at. I turned the water on and stepped in, closing the curtain behind me and getting right back at it. It felt like just a few minutes ago I had taken a shower, and here I was again, but I wasn't complaining. I loved showers.
When I capped the soap and washed it all off, I heard the sound of the curtain slide open. It made me jump slightly, I looked back to see… Machoke. She didn't have her belt or her outfit on, she… she was naked. I looked away for some reason, it just felt weird to look at her… at her groin. Her muscular, smooth groin…
She gently pushed past me and washed off rather quickly. I gotta say, it was fun helping her wash up, I was even able to take a good look at her rear. Chiseled and sculpted, just like the rest of her.
Once she was done washing, Machoke turned around, looking down at me with a kind smile on her face. I gulped as she placed a hand on my shoulder, and my heart raced as she pulled me into her. I was kissed over and over again, she was clearly in control of this, she was good at this, I could barely kiss back. At this point I was painfully aroused, but she didn't seem to notice - or didn't care, I don't know which. All I could tell is that Machoke was absolutely enamored with my mouth, and I was more than okay with that.
We stumbled out of the shower, she was pushy for sure. She pushed me onto the bench and sat beside me, continuing the assault on my mouth. It was then when she decided to give me a bit of control; I was able to kiss her instead of being kissed by her, and I took advantage of what I was given. Each time I went to her mouth it was with meaning, with purpose. I had never been one for kissing, but there was just something about her that drove me absolutely crazy, willing to do anything.
After one last kiss, Machoke pushed me down onto the bench. My legs were on either side of it and I felt like I was about to fall off, but she quickly straddled me, giving me some semblance of stability. She slowly made her way up to my groin and stayed there, lovingly looking into my eyes. My hands were grabbed and placed upon her body; one on her bicep, the other on her pec. Our eyes never left each other as she gently ran my hands over her body.
Something about this somehow got me even harder; I was in pain with how hard my cock was throbbing, but she didn't relent. Machoke grabbed my hands and ran them over her rock hard body; her arms, thighs, her belly and her groin. When I went to try and slip a finger into her slit, she pulled my hand away, grinning, and moved it to her cheek. If there was an emotion stronger than love, I must have been feeling it as she leaned into my hand, rubbing it on her cheek as if it were hers.
My fingers trailed along each ripple of muscle, each iron muscle, we were like this for who knows how long, it had been the most intimate I had ever been with anything, either human or Pokemon. Something about it just wasn't the frantic humping and ejaculation you read about online, each breath brought new adventures feeling around her, each graze of her skin left me tingly, the goosebumps never went away from my own body. While I was touching her, she never looked away from my eyes; it had been the longest time I had ever spent looking into them.
The strangest part was that I didn't mind just looking at her, feeling her, touching her body. Was it sexual? Absolutely, she was still naked, her dampening slit mere centimeters from my own nervously sweaty flesh. But this wasn't just about her slit, wasn't just about what she could do for me, it was just about appreciating her. It wasn't even me that touched her slit first; when Machoke was ready for me, she took my hand and brought it down to her warmth.
When she finally let go, I knew what I had to do: please her. I was only with one other woman, so I went into this activity rather inexperienced, but I knew the basics. Work your way up to two fingers, pay special attention to her clit, but I honestly think that Machoke just got off the most by me even touching her there. Every time my hand went to her, she'd quiver and moan her name softly, and upon leaving she'd go to push me back inside of her, but stopped herself. She knew that this was something I was supposed to do, and she didn't want to interrupt me, even though I wish she would.
I pushed my middle finger deep into her wet, warm slit and could feel my length tense up. Inside of her was just amazing; tight and textured like nothing I had ever felt before. I would push my finger deep inside of her before pulling it towards myself, only to repeat the process as many times as she wanted.
It was after a particularly hard shudder that she finally pushed my hand away. I watched as she moved forward until she was standing directly above my mouth. After one shuddering breath, I nodded, and she lowered her slit onto my mouth. At first, I just felt her warmth against my lips, and I didn't want to do anything. It was something I guess I'd subconsciously wanted for a long time now; to be smothered by her groin.
When I finally opened my mouth and got the first real taste of her, I nearly shot a load all over my stomach and her back. It was amazing, absolutely the best thing that had ever been on my tongue before. She tasted like the soap we had used to wash up, I couldn't deny that the whole experience brought me closer to an orgasm than anything else.
She needed more, this I knew. I began to lap at her like nothing else before, her clit, her slit, it all needed my tongue running over it, spreading it out, tasting it more and more. Machoke could barely stifle her groans as I continued to work on her, my tongue ran all around her in tight circles, occasionally dipping back into my mouth to get another taste of her.
Machoke squatted further onto my mouth and began to rub herself back and forth on it. I let myself be used as she did so; her constant moaning and the gentle pressure of her groin on me made my lips make me want to touch myself. This wasn't about me, however; my hands went to her rear, grabbing and holding on as she moved back and forth. Machoke suddenly doubled over and grabbed the bench, I could hear the wood creaking nervously as she grabbed it. I could tell that she was pretty close so I moved up and began to suck on her clit.
This easily threw her over the edge; Machoke screamed her name, the wood splintered in her hands as she easily crushed it, her thighs tightly wrapped around my face, and her entire body shook. I continued sucking and licking her as she experienced her first orgasm with me. Machoke finally let up after a significant amount of time, sighing her name as she got up, her legs shaking. It was the first time I had ever seen her like this, and I loved it. I sat up as she walked over to me, the bench groaned as she sat down. She had sure made a mess of it…
Machoke looked down at me and smiled, leaning over and giving me a small peck on the cheek. She looked down at my throbbing, leaking member and grinned, pulling it in her hand and slowly stroking it. It felt absolutely amazing; her hand was so strong, so alien, I felt like I might cum at any second. Machoke must have realized this, because she let go, letting my member throb in desperation, and got up. I watched as she made her way over to the wall, rising and putting a foot on the bench. She looked over at me, warmly smiling, and beckoned me over.
I almost tripped from how fast I ran over to her, which made the two of us laugh. It turned sexual very quick, however; I grabbed my prick at the base and ran it under her legs, searching for the warmth I knew I'd find. It didn't take long, and I slid into her until my groin pressed against her firm rear. When I slid inside of her I couldn't help but wrap my arms around her shoulder and rest my head on her back.
The thrusting was awesome; the texture grabbed and pulled at my cock as I began to fuck her, almost sucking it in whenever I pulled out. Each thrust in was much easier than trying to get my throbbing erection out, but it was so worth it. My length tingled as I continued to fuck her; this was unlike anything any human could have ever given me. Machoke reached behind, a hand palming my ass and pushing, pushing me deeper inside of her. I continued to do my best, and I could tell that she was enjoying this much more than I ever thought she would have.
The sounds of wet plaps filled the locker room as we continued to fuck each other; it wasn't frantic, rushed, but it sure was quick. Both of us needed each other more than we knew, and if the passionate lovemaking wasn't a reassurance of that fact, then I don't know what would be. Each time I pushed into her it was like something else entirely; I was fucking Machoke, I had actually put my throbbing cock deep inside of her. The taboo of it all hit me like a truck, but I didn't care. She was so freakishly tight and wet, the sounds were nothing short of overwhelming.
I laid my hands on her waist and began to fuck her with meaning. I was close now, I could just tell from how close the pressure in my loins was building up that it would only be mere moments now. Machoke… I'd shoot my load into her wet pussy…
The thought alone caused me to hold her even tighter, clench my eyes tightly shut, and release. I grunted with each rope that I shot into her, thrusting hard, thrusting slow, inside of her. An arm went to her groin, and within seconds Machoke brought herself to her own orgasm with me inside of her. My eyes suddenly snapped wide open as I felt the pressure around my cock; it held me inside of her as pulsating waves of crushing pleasure seemed to lap at me. I slipped out the first chance I got; it was making me quiver, it almost hurt from the amount of bliss I had felt once I was done shooting my load inside of her.
Cum leaked from her still clenching pussy as I stumbled back against a locker, sliding along it to the ground. Machoke still leaned against the wall, her hand a blur as she rubbed at her groin. I watched on in amazement as she continued, panting heavily as the seconds rolled by. My cock had all but deflated by the time she had finished, putting her head on the wall and panting heavily. She looked over at me, a loving smile on her face, and pushed off. Machoke took a seat beside me, sliding down the lockers like I had done and took my hand in hers.
"That… that was amazing." Was all I could bring myself to say without sounding like a dork. I wanted to praise her, to say that I loved her, but I also was nervous that she might think this was the end goal for adopting her, just to fuck he-
Machoke pulled me into a deep, deep kiss, and any thoughts I had about her thinking this was what she was in my life for went away almost immediately. She loved me, and hell, I think I loved her as well. We began to kiss again, but this time we took our time. It felt like it meant a lot more; after all, we had just had some pretty wild sex. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, and I welcomed the warm, soft intruder as best I knew how.
She was receptive to this, putting a hand around my head and pulling me closer to her. As we kissed, I couldn't help but get aroused again. It had been months since I not only had the time, energy, or the lack of company to be able to wack off. The load I had shot into Machoke, the same load still leaking out of her, had been more than I had ever seen before.
Machoke noticed my arousal almost as soon as I did, and pulled away, our saliva running down and hitting our chins. She grabbed my prick again and stroked it to a full mast, grinning at my squirming. The feeling from the last orgasm had yet to leave my dick, but what she did next made me cry out.
She dove down, instantly enveloping my cock. The scream that left me was crackly, as if I was still in puberty, but try as I might to push her away from me, Machoke was a freakishly strong Pokemon, and nothing would get her away from my cock. I pushed with all my might as she sucked, as she pulled my length deep inside of her maw, but it was of no use. All I could do was squirm under her.
And squirm I did. Every time her tongue flicked up my shaft I clenched, every time that sucking noise left her mouth I groaned, I couldn't help myself. She was just too good. Machoke had sucked whatever flaccidity from my length completely out within seconds, and just continued to work down my cock. I was only around five inches or so, and she was easily able to deep throat it, and whenever she did, man did it feel good.
I put a hand on her head, I figured, if I couldn't get her off of me, then I'd help her out. I began to push, and, surprisingly, found that she didn't resist. She wanted me to fuck her mouth now. As much as I wanted to take my tingling length from her mouth, I couldn't pass this opportunity up, I immediately began to thrust in and out of her warm, almost vacuum like mouth.
Machoke continued to let me use her, but we both knew I wouldn't be able to last long with her like this. My thrusts were frantic, my breathing shallow and quick, we both knew I was close. I began to grunt, I could feel the first rope sucked out of me, that was when Machoke let up.
Opening my eyes, I saw her wrap her hand around my cock and milk the cum from it onto my belly. Her hand was easily able to wrap around most of my length, each time she pulled up her upper-most finger moved against my tip, making me moan, almost squeak in pleasure. Only two or three ropes of cum were able to fly from my member; most had been shot inside of her. Machoke's hard strokes turned slow, soft, until she eventually released my softening length, letting it splat against my groin. She leaned back against the lockers and looked into my eyes, grinning.
"Um… w-wow…" Was all I could stammer out.
I could tell that Machoke wasn't even tired, the fire in her eyes had yet to go out, but she seemed satisfied… for now. I leaned over and pulled her into one last kiss; a simple, quick thing that conveyed the love we felt for each other. After pulling away and leaning into her beefy arms, I chuckled.
"What are we gonna do about the bench?" It was still broken, after all…
Machoke just shrugged, grinning. For now, at least, that bench was the least of my worries. I had a gigantic, super-human Pokemon that loved me, and wanted my cock, and I had the finals to worry about. I wasn't worried about a damn bench.
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