Not every Pokephile falls for their Starter. Sometimes, it's the Pokémon you capture and train along your journey that you develop the greatest bond with. Such was the case with me and Queenie.
My Pokémon journey started at age 10, with a male Mudkip named Frogger. Frogger is brave and tough, a steadfast and loyal friend, but not what anyone would call "dating material". If anything, being completely honest, he can be a bit of a dumbass. Still, he leveled up quick, he became strong, and he helped me win many a battle.
I captured several Pokémon along my journey, but none have proven to be as significant to me as Queenie. I found her as a young Nidoran, starving and rummaging through garbage. I considered throwing out one of my newer Pokémon out to get some experience, but when she collapsed out of what I thought to be exhaustion, I felt compelled to help her. Fortunately, a PokeCenter was only a short hike away, and I carried her in my arms all the way to the front office.
Initially, I was of the mind just to leave her at the Center and the nurses set her free, as I was about to leave the following morning, I found the little Nidoran at the door, fully healed and tail wagging, evidently waiting to come along with me. Talking with the Nurse Joy, I learned that her stats were actually pretty good, and that once she fully evolved, she would be a truly formidable fighter. With all this in mind, I gave her a Pokeball, and gave her a name, and she became my newest teammate.
Queenie stood out from the rest of my team. Some Pokémon like to fight, and some Pokémon like to perform in pageants. Queenie could fight (and indeed, it didn't take long for her to win enough battles to evolve into a Nidorina), but she was much more enthusiastic about performing. She couldn't talk, but through pantomime and gestures she conveyed that she really wanted to participate in them. She liked wearing bows, she liked being beautified, she liked being pampered and being the center of attention.
Now keep in mind, I was still only twelve years old at the time. I was still under the impression that pageants were for girls and gays, and that no self-respecting trainer would be caught dead doing them. But she would beg and whine and stare up at me with those big, pretty red eyes, and after a few weeks of her holding my leg like a desperate koala, I relented and decided to try out a pageant, at least to get it out of her system. I took her to a PokeSalon to get her scales cleaned, her claws and horns trimmed and evened, touched up with some makeup. The workers even gave her a big pink bow, which she put above her left ear.
We practiced a couple of times, and truthfully I didn't know what to expect. As a Nidorina, Queenie had worked on this dance. There was a lot of swaying and twirling, tailwagging and gyrating, and she would shoot me this seductive look that she used when she Attracted a Pokémon. I'd later learn that this was a mating dance, modified with seductive, tantric undertones to make it more like a belly dance. But being so young and naïve, I had no idea of this, and just thought it was a silly dance she made up. Still, I took her to the pageant in La Sedona, hoping that she'd leave it alone once we lost.
Only we didn't lose.
We got third place on our first try, as rookies. The agility, grace and poise she displayed with her performance was so great that even with hardly any practice and no experience, Queenie had beaten other, more known performers. I don't know who was more surprised by this - the judges, the other contestants, or me. One thing's for sure: Nothing fuels interest in a new hobby or sidehustle like discovering you're really good at it. So, with that in mind (and the small cash prize in my pocket), I started taking the whole pageant thing seriously.
Since that first pageant, we'd spend an hour or so every day working on her routines (alongside her normal battle training), signing up for any competition whenever we entered a new town. Battling was obviously still my primary focus, as the rest of my team was focused on that, but over time, the shows became Queenie's focus. When she fought, it was with a grace and agility that few could match. When she performed, it was easy to think she'd been doing this for years, she looked so natural at it. And when she posed or danced for judges, it wasn't hard to think she was the most beautiful 'Mon in the world.
Of course, Queenie wasn't the only one benefitting from the pageants. The coordinator scene's pretty heavily dominated by girls and women (and to a lesser extent, gay dudes). As a boy of thirteen-going-on-fourteen, I realized the huge opportunity this presented me. Again, my little Nidorina came in clutch, as she decided to make herself my wingman, helping me out in my romantic pursuits. She'd often help me with breaking the ice with a pretty lady, helping me pick out more "open-minded" girls, and covering for me whenever I found myself going far. I can honestly say my Pokémon helped me get laid more than once, and unlike some Pokephiles, I am still just as interested in human pussy as I am Poke-Poon.
Things went on like this for several years, until I turned seventeen, and we had our pageant in Bell Town. That one made us minor celebrities for a few months, as it was there that Queenie evolved in the middle of her performance, becoming a Nidoqueen before everyone's eyes. One of the previous contestants dropped a moon stone on the stage, and her foot bumped into it, causing her to change. But to everyone watching the performance, she seemed so passionate and enthusiastic that this looked intentional, and impressed the hell out of everyone. So of course we won first place, and made us do several rounds of local news and endorsements. It served as a nice source of income and rest, as we all got used to Queenie's new form.
First off, she was now fully bipedal, and with an increase in height, she was now tall enough to give me a proper hug. It was kind of a bummer that I could no longer hold or carry her, but now we could cuddle and spoon in bed, which I came to appreciate as a fair trade. For another, well... Queenie had boobs. Granted, the Nido line is reptilian, so they weren't exactly breasts, but fuck me if they didn't look and act exactly like them. They looked so soft and supple, contrasting with her more hardened leathery exterior and poisonous spikes. When she would walk or waddle around, they would bounce around just like real ones, and when she danced, my eyes would always find themselves drawn to those jiggling, wiggling orbs. She'd become a shortstack in the best possible way.
What made things interesting is that Queenie noticed my gaze. And worse, rather than being confused or grossed out, she seemed to like the attention. Sometimes she'd use the shower in our hotel room, and time herself to walk out with only a towel around her waist just as I was coming in. Other times, when I was working on homework, she'd come behind me, pressing her chest-lumps against my head and shoulders as she watched me attempt to ignore her. She never took it any further than light teasing, but she was making it clear that she was up for anything if I ever wanted it.
But was I interested in her, in that way? Yes and no. No, in that I wasn't going to get on one knee, take her to the Church of Arceus and have her become my wife. She was my friend, but I still wanted to eventually find a good human woman and have human kids (instead of raising a litter of Nidorans). But yes, in that I was coming to find her and other Pokémon attractive, and if the opportunity presented itself, I wouldn't at all be against having a little fun with her.
And as fate would have it, such an opportunity did present itself. It was the day after my 19th Birthday, and I'd been spending all night enjoying being legally able to drink in Sienta. This blonde with blue eyes caught my eyes. Perfect butt-to-boob ratio, just as little shorter than me, knew who I was, and best of all, was totally feeling me. She and her friends started hanging out with me and my friends, all of us having drinks and talking about this and that. Eventually, some good dance beats started playing, and this girl asks me to come dance with her. I'm liking how things are going, so I agree, and together we make our way to the center of the dance pit. We were grinding all up against each other, our hands all over our bodies, moving together to the beat of the music. She kept pressing her ass against my pants, practically daring me to hotdog her right then and there. And Arceus damn it, I was this close to just asking if she wanted to go to a bathroom or out back for a quickie.
Fortunately, before that happened, she started getting a little winded, and she went back to her friends' table while I went to grab more drinks. Just as I was giving the bartender my order, a giant of a man came marching through the bar, approaching the girl's table. An argument broke out between the girl I was talking to and the man, and I was close enough to pick up her saying, "Dad, I can't believe you're doing this!", and the man saying "Joline, you're fourteen years old! You have no business here, acting like some Arceus-damned whore!"
I blanched, staying still in my seat. Being eighteen meant that I was now an adult, and getting caught up with a minor was a surefire way to end up in prison or a registry. After "Joline" and her dad left, I no longer felt like partying, so I paid my tab and left.
I walked back to my hotel, brooding on the girl. She worked me up something fierce, and my balls ached for release. I thought about just putting on a porn and rubbing one out, but I wanted something more. Masturbation was losing its effect on me. I needed a partner to get off. That thought stuck in my head: A partner. Queenie had shown some interest in me. Would she be up for a quickie?
I entered my hotel room, I was buffeted by a wall of hot, humid air. My Nidoqueen was either in or just getting out of the shower. Good, I thought, this'll make things so much easier. I went to the bathroom, and I found her just outside the shower, drying her glistening scales. She noticed me come in, and just like every other time, she gave me a playfully sultry look as she shifted her rear to me, her tail swaying gently. Unlike other times, though, my gaze travelled up and down her body, and I truly got to appreciate just how gorgeous she was. Her thick thighs, her muscular tail, her smooth, shiny skin, her dazzling eyes... and of course her large, D-Cup breasts. She even had two circular scales in the middle of her breasts, perfect analogues for nipples.
Right then and there, I made my decision.
"Damn girl," I declared, "You look sexy as hell tonight, Queenie." The Nidoqueen crooned happily, folding her arms to emphasize her boobs more. Feeling bold, I unzipped my pants, pulling my pants down just enough to let my erection pop out and twitch with need. "What's a guy got to do to get a tittyfuck?"
Her eyes went wide as she looked down at my penis, and then back up at me. She crooned, asking if I was being serious. I nodded, motioning her to follow me. I went back to the bed, taking off my shoes and pants and boxer-briefs. When I took my seat on the bed, Queenie was walking out holding an orange bottle. I looked at the label, and snickered.
"Baby oil?" I said, pulling some pillows behind me, "You've been preparing this for a long time, haven't you?"
She smiled and crooned, popping the lid and squeezed some across her breasts. Closing the bottle and tossing it aside, she made a big show of rubbing it in. Her claws massaged and squeezed her tits, looking so soft and supple and shining in the light. She went deep into her cleavage, circling around her nipple-scales, covering every inch in the smooth oil. Now, she was ready.
She got down on her knees, while sliding my legs aside. She lifted her breasts up, parted them like the Red Sea, and then smushed my cock between them like two soft, warm pillows. Warm, scaly flesh slid against my length, squeezing and massaging and enveloping every inch of me, and my breath caught in my throat. I'd never felt tits this good before - Hell, I've never been with a girl with tits as big as hers' before! Thank Arceus for the baby oil, too: As awesome as her boobs were on their own, the way they slid so easily against my meat was downright heavenly. It truly felt like I was hotdogging a thicc booty, or being ridden. That I was doing this with a Pokemon - MY Pokemon - just added another layer of perverse thrill to the whole thing.
Every now and then she'd press her face into her tits, and I'd feel her tongue circle around my circumcised head. It took every ounce of willpower not to nut then and there whenever she did, the pleasure was so intense.
"Fuuuuuck, Queenie," I swore, leaning back into the pillows, "How'd you get so damn good at this?" She just winked at me, giving a happy croon as she started to bounce faster. Part of me wondered if she practiced with some of the other Pokemon when I wasn't around - Arceus knows they couldn't tell me even if they did. I was so pent up and so horny, I didn't care, and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.
Feeling myself get closer, I held onto my Nidoqueen's head, and started thrusting. I growled with exertion and lust as I pounded her - those large breasts feeling like massive asscheeks, her lips a tight hole I filled again and again. If Queenie had any problems with this, she didn't show it.
"Ah! Queenie!" I gasped, feeling myself hit the point of no return, "Ah! Ah! I'm 'bout ta-! OHHHH!"
Sweet, merciful release overwhelmed me. The first few jets of spunk shot into her mouth, as she pulled away. Queenie held her breasts tight around my flesh, as I emptied my load onto her. Hot streaks of semen landed on her neck, dotting her tits like so many pearls. I bucked into those soft, beautiful mounds several more times, as I rode out my orgasm, before I fell back into the mountain of pillows behind me, tired but satisfied. Queenie licked up a large bead of nut off her breast, showing off all the cum in her mouth, before making a big show of swallowing it all.
Fuck, that was hot.
"You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" I teased, stroking her cheek. She crooned, leaning into my hand. "You wanna go back in the shower with me and clean up?" She nodded quickly.
The rest of the night was spent with the two of us fucking on every surface, in every position we could think of. By the time we fell asleep, the sun was starting to shine, and I got to experience a Nidoqueen in every sense of the word. From then on, we agreed that we'd keep things casual. Queenie didn't mind being my bootie call, so long as she still got her star treatment, and I no longer had to worry about striking out after a night about town.
Not everyone who fucks a Pokemon falls in love with them. Sometimes, we just help each other out with a need we both have...