"Thanks for the Deino plush, Alder!" An 8 year old N smiled, hugging it close. "This is much better than the one my dad got at the black market!"
N was wearing an elf suit, because it was Christmas and young 20 year old Alder was wearing a poofy Santa costume. He was not fat, he was just fluffy! Alder gave N some laced cookies. However, they were not the druggy kind of kind. They were toxic lint balls that N did not take the time to inspect. Now poisoned, N started to walk and, for once, did not lose any HP. It only took 16 years for programmers to realize what a shitty status condition Poisoned was, but N didn't complain. He was a part of a new generation. The bad generation. At least he wasn't going to have to worry about fainting before getting to a Pokemon Center, that was for sure.
A few moments later, N woke up from his flashback and closed his eyes. "Zorua, fuck..." N ground Zorua's mouth to the gullet, shaking in pleasure. Something about Zorua's warm tongue licking his flesh made N's body twitch wildly.
The Pokemon started choking and rumbling against his master's member, his reflexes trying to swallow it continuously. N's tip leaked a bout of precum into its stomach, sending the Dark-type into a gagging fit, saliva coating N more than moments before.
"You're so hot and cute," N thrust deeply into the small organism, moaning, heart racing. "God I'm gonna blow a load."
And so he blew his load into Zorua's tummy and made Zorua throw up all over the place and this instance made N beat it repulsively "Whoa, whoa! You know dad is the only one who has a fetish for puking Pokemon! Get out!"