AN: Geez, I'm not sure what I'm doing or why I'm doing this. I hope people are reading and enjoying, I guess? I took the time to actually plot out (not that there is much plot to this) the story and see where I want it to go. Assuming I don't give up, I'm thinking there will be 9 chapters total? Please leave comments, they're literally the only reason I haven't given up on this lol.

After packing up camp with the help of Alakazam and Hypno, Misty decided that a stop in town was needed to replenish her food supplies. Having no set plan yet for where or when she was going to meet Brock, she had just been heading East towards the coast so that she could enjoy some beach time. The closest stores were in Lavender Town, so that was where she decided to head. Knowing that she had an arsenal of strong Pokemon on her team, she knew going through the Rock Tunnel on Route 10 wouldn't be a problem.

Or that was what she thought, until she found herself mildly…okay very turned around in a long, dark, narrow tunnel with a large figure blocking almost the entire passage. Holding her torch up high, she was able to just make out the rounded greenish mound that was efficiently obstructing the way.

She set down her bag, and with some effort, she was able to stick her torch into a crag in the wall, so she could try and climb over the obstacle, but as she clambered up one slightly hairy side, the thing began to shift and shadows began closing in on each side.

With a shriek of fear, she closed her eyes and covered her head as she found herself being lifted up. Immediately, she began to struggle and worked her way out of the grip holding her captive.

Back on solid ground, she backed away slowly, only to find herself walking right back into second form, slightly smaller, but no less scary in the dark cave. With a second shriek of shock, she spun around to face the new assailant, finding a pink tinged, turtle-like figure walking towards her, tongue lolling out of its head.

Misty rushed back to her belongings to try to pick up her torch once more and dig for a Pokeball that could help her. Before she could get into the bag though, the approaching Lickitung had grabbed her from behind and thanks to the protuberance prodding into her back, she quickly realized what was happening. She dropped her bag, knowing she wouldn't be able to get what she was reaching for with only one hand.

The Lickitung behind her thrust his excitement against her and she could immediately tell that it was quite large. Meanwhile his overlong tongue began running over her breasts, bringing her nipples to stiff peaks, before heading south to squeeze under her waistband and seek out her juices, which even she could already smell in the air.

As the overlong tongue reached its destination and began stroking at her soft, sensitive flesh, Misty could no longer hold back her gasp of shocked pleasure.

It was then that the original obstacle brought itself back to Misty's attention. Now that her eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness, she was able to see that, in front of her lay a Snorlax who was staring at her intently and she could tell that he was interested in the goings on as well as his own excitement was visible and incredibly intimidating at approximately the length of her leg and thickness of her thigh.

Without warning, the Lickitung lifted her up while continuing to eat her out, and began walking her towards the Snorlax. Once within Snorlax's grabbing distance once more, the Lickitung, released its grip on her and turned his attention to removing her clothing. First her top, then her shorts and panties. Leaving her bared to more intense explorations of his tongue, which lapped at her clit, making her legs shake as he brought her to the edge of orgasm. Right as she was about to come, he pushed his long, thick tongue into her tight channel, filling her with one long deep thrust that pushed her right over into a screeching orgasm before falling limp against the body behind her.

Misty felt like she was floating, but in fact, she was being lifted by a combination of Snorlax's hand and Lickitung's tongue. It wasn't until she felt something very large between her legs that she realized what was happening. Snorlax now held her with both hands while Lickitung continued to strum at her clit and she was poised, sitting right on top for the head of Snorlax's monstrous cock.

Misty began squirming, trying to get down. There is no way THAT will fit. It will kill me! She thought as she struggled to get free. But all her movements served to do was spread her juices along the head, lubricating it up unintentionally. The moisture, heat, and friction had also managed to urge Snorlax on. He began bouncing Misty on the head of his cock, gradually working the thick spongy tip of it's head into her tight channel all while Lickitung licked at her clit, forcing the terrified woman into another orgasm around the head of the gargantuan cock attempting to penetrating her.

Her pussy pulsed around the cocktip and juices tried to gush from her, pushing the Snorlax to release too. With a firm grip, he held her on the head of his cock as spurt after spurt of cum filled her. FInally done, he released his grip and let her fall against his stomach, where Lickitung picked her up as Snorlax rolled to his side, unblocking the path.

Well, I guess you don't need to play a Pokeflute to move a Snorlax after all, well… I guess I played his Pokeflute though. She thought numbly as Lickitung placed her back on the ground so that she was bent over on her hands and knees to catch her breath.

But she had hardly a moment to herself before Lickitung was behind her. Grabbing her hips, spreading her legs apart and thrusting into her already cum-filled pussy, causing Snorlax's cum to spurt out around the intrusion. As fluid gushed out of her, LIckitung went back to work, using his tongue to play her clit while lapping away at the combined sticky fluids, thankfully, cleaning her up a bit at least while he speared his cock deeper and deeper into her.

After not too long, his tongue pushed her back towards the edge, exhausted, Misty lay face down against the ground as he continued pounding in and out. Finally after a few aggressive licks, Misty was cumming around his cock, milking him with her pulsating muscles, dragging his orgasm out of him too.

She slumped to the ground, passed out.

With a few more pumps and spurts, Lickitung withdrew his limp lock and replaced it with his tongue, firmly blocking his seed from escaping from the sleeping, exhausted woman.

A very sore Misty woke up on the cold dirty floor and was confused to find something foreign and wet pressing between her legs. Looking down, she saw Lickitung, asleep, plugging her with its tongue.

Quietly and as slowly as she could, she gathered her things and dressed, slipping away down the tunnel, past the sleeping Pokemon.

Lickitung wasn't too bad, but Snorlax… I can't do that again. That was too much. It would be best to leave them both here and get out as soon as I can.

It took a while, but eventually Misty stumbled on a small trickle of a creek meandering allong the tunnel and she knew it had to lead out eventually. She followed it slowly, being much more vigilant about watching her surroundings.

The creek wound its way down a steep tunnel and eventually ran into a large cavern filled with a deep pond of water. Grateful to have found some real, usable water, Misty began to set up camp beside the water and filled pots to begin boiling. Once the water was heating, she removed her clothes and went to the edge of the water and gave them a quick wash before going back towards the fire and bending over to lay her clothes out to dry on a clean rock.

As she focused on her clothes, she didn't even hear the creature that came up behind her and gripped her hips with hard, cold hands. While she was caught off guard, at this point, Misty fully understood what was going to happen and her body subconsciously reacted, slickening and lubricating itself to be ready for the impending intruder.

A second set of hands spread her stance wider before one hand wandered up to the crux of her legs and began rubbing and probing to test her receptiveness.

Misty turned to look over her shoulder, where the light of the fire illuminated… a rock. But, looking at the shape and size, she quickly came to the conclusion that it was a Graveler.

The cold fingers balled into a fist and began prodding at her entrance. The cold rock, thankfully lubricated by her own excitement, pushed its way into her and began thrusting, making her gasp as the unforgiving intruder pounded into her soft flesh.

Misty began to cry out in pain at the feeling of the solid object scratching at her insides as the Graveler fisted her more aggressively.

While tears streamed down her face, she was caught completely off guard when the Graveler abruptly pulled out from her.

After several breaths the attentions did not return and she noticed the muffled noises coming from behind her.

Turning to sit on the ground, she saw that the Graveler was being attacked. A Machoke was holding him in a headlock while a Machamp punched him repeatedly. Once the Graveler stopped struggling and slumped to the ground, the two attackers lifted him and threw him into the water where he sank. Like a rock.

With the attacker defeated, the Machoke and Machamp turned back towards Misty and began to slowly approach with their hands raised, palm up. Obviously trying to convey that they meant no harm.

Misty nodded at them, giving the go-ahead to come closer. Machoke stood before her and reached out his hand to help her up, which she took after only a small delay.

"Thank you," she said uncertainly.

Meanwhile, the Machamp had gone to her bag to retrieve a small towel, which he took to the pond to wet. Once he returned to Misty's side, he began gently wiping down her face with the cool cloth, cleaning away the dirt and tears. Once done, he cleaned the cloth again and gave it to Misty with a pointed nod before turning away to give her privacy.

Misty gratefully used the cloth to clean the dirt that Graveler had left behind, appreciating the cool, soft material on her tender flesh. Once done, she walked to the edge of the pond, stepping down onto a ledge just a few inches under the surface of the water and sat down. Letting her feet move in the cool dark underground reservoir, she was able to calm herself and use the cloth to clean the rest of her body all while the Machoke and Machamp kept watch for danger.

She felt safe.

Even though she couldn't understand them, she knew that they would not harm her.

Turning to look back towards her sentinels, she said, "I'm going to hop in the water and swim for just a minute."

To which the two nodded.

Misty inched her still nude body into the brisk water, knowing that it would help encourage her body to pump blood faster and hopefully heal her roughened flesh quickly. Gradually, she was able to relax and allowed herself to float on the surface of the water, remaining close to the edge, where her saviors stood watching out for her.

Movement towards the dark side of the cavern had her bob upright, alert to a potential threat. The Machoke and Machamp both rushed towards the water's edge and reached out their hands, lifting her out of the water with ease. Keeping her safe from potential danger.

Machoke went back towards the campsite and grabbed Misty's towel, holding it open and wrapping it around her much smaller form. Their size and height was intimidating as they loomed easily 3 feet taller than her.

"Thank you," Misty sighed gratefully, as she began to dry herself off. Once she was dry, she changed into her pajama shorts and top, making herself decent, more for warmth than modesty. Her company had only seen her nude thus far anyway.

Gathering together enough food from her pack to feed herself and her new friends, Misty set about cooking a curry for dinner. Once the aromatic meal was complete, she gave forks to the Machoke and Machamp so they could all eat out of the pan as well.

"Thank you again. For helping me and protecting me. I'm really grateful," Misty said after a few bites of dinner.

The two nodded and grunted their acknowledgments as they both partook in the meal.

Misty couldn't help finding comfort in the formidably large, stoic presence of the two, knowing that they could easily keep her safe and they had not pressed any unwelcome advantages upon her. If anything, she couldn't help feeling a little miffed at how gentlemanly they were being. Caring for her. Cleaning her. Guarding her. Turning away to grant her privacy.

She had been naked in front of them for goodness sake and their gaze hadn't ever dropped below her eyeline.

Maybe they weren't the type of Pokemon that were looking for that sort of master. They wouldn't be the first. She had, of course, passed by many normal Pokemon that didn't try to ravage her. But still, they had the most human-like form of all the Pokemon she's encountered so far and it did seem like only the more advanced Pokemon evolutionarily or physically had tried to engage in some way.

Maybe they just don't swing my way, Misty thought. Though that didn't stop her pride from feeling stung and making her want to get their attention. Especially now that she was feeling so much better. Surprisingly better, really. I feel like I'm healing and rejuvenating much faster than I used to, she noted, saving that thought for later. Maybe Alakazam will know what's going on.

Now determined, a needy feeling settled between her legs, making her subconsciously rub them together. Causing the scent of her arousal to permeate the air.

It didn't take long for the two companions to sit at attention and look at her. Licking their lips and staring lustfully at her.

Misty stood, stepping in front of them one at a time to take their dirty utensils, putting her excited core just in front of their noses. She then turned and bent to gather the pots from over the fire, sure to spread her legs just slightly and giving them an eyeful of her pert, round ass as she cleaned up. It wasn't very subtle, but it certainly got her point across.

She went to the waterside, kneeling and bending over to clean the dishes, sure to wiggle a bit as she cleaned up, giving the two a show.

When she turned back towards the fire, the two looked away hurriedly and lowered their hands to their laps uncomfortably. Trying to hide their reactions.

Misty returned and put away the dishes before walking close to the fire and the two large figures. "Well, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to turn in for the night," Misty said with an exaggerated yawn, stretching her arms above her head and pushing her chest forward.

The two gulped and clenched their jaws.

"Are you going to stay for the night? Would you both like to rest as well? My blanket is large enough to share," Misty offered breathily.

They nodded once more and stood to follow her towards the blanket.

"I'm glad you're staying, you have both made me feel much safer than I have in a while," Misty offered as she spread her sleeping bag out and fluffed out her blanket to cover the top.

"Here, I can get in the middle and you can each take a side." With that. Misty got under the blanket patting at either side of her to encourage them to join her. They both lay stiffly on their backs on either side of her and it was only because of the glow from the fire that she was able to make out the tenting under the blanket on either side of her.

"I hope you don't mind, but I prefer not to wear clothes to bed… it makes me feel restricted," Misty said lowly as she began to wriggle out of her shorts and panties followed by her top.

The two stared pointedly at the ceiling but their breathing had turned distinctly ragged.

"Oh, please don't mind me, I'm just going to reach over you and grab my water bottle," Misty said to the Machoke on her right as she leaned over his chest, allowing her breasts to press against him.

A strained groan came from the back of his throat.

Smirking, she whispered, "Sorry, I just can't seem to find where I put my water," as she reached lower, down near his hip and felt her elbow brush against his distinct and very impressive erection. "Oh, is that my water?" she asked innocently as she grasped him around the base and stroked upward as if intending to pick up a bottle.

Machoke groaned desperately and thrust into her grip.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. That wasn't my water bottle at all was it?" she asked innocently and slowly released his member from her grip.

As she was about to pull away, His hand grasped hers, holding it firmly in place.

"You don't mind?" she asked as she deliberately stroked his thick shaft.

He grunted in appreciation and encouraged her movements with his hand over hers.

A small whimpering noise came from behind her, turning her head she saw Machamp had rolled to his side and was intently watching, movement under the blanket told her that he was getting excited as well.

Releasing Machoke, she reached behind her, grabbing Machamps' arm to encourage him to press flush against her back while lifting her thigh to allow his length to slide between her legs.

The warm, moist heat caught him off guard and groaned as he grabbed her hip to hold her tight against him while he shifted his hips in little thrusts. Gradually lubricating himself with her slick so he could leisurely stroke himself and her.

Misty moaned at the feel of the turgid member teasing her entrance and went back to touching Machoke. Gathering the slippery precum from his weeping tip, she stroked him with long, teasing movements, all the while moaning at the feelings Machamp was igniting in her.

Finally, unable to take the teasing. Needing more. She took one of Machamps' hands and moved it to her breast, encouraging to pinch and squeeze and tease at her nipple. Then took one of Machokes' hands and guided it between her legs to rub her clit.

They learned quickly and worked in perfect synchronization as they expertly manipulated her body.

Now a moaning, whimpering mess, but still not quite there Misty begged, "Please, I need more!"

They maintained their pace and pressure, keeping her balanced perfectly on the edge, almost in pain from her need to cum.

Taking matters into her own hands, she shifted her hips, angling her ass backwards and up. It was just enough to catch Machamps' thick head on his forward thrust. Feeling the tight, wet warmth encompassing his cock head made him pause in surprise.

But Misty, determined and unbelievably horny, began pressing backwards slowly, moaning at the feeling of him stretching and filling her. "Oh gods, that feels amazing, please I need more," she whimpered.

Machamp groaned in ecstasy and began pressing forward with small gentle thrusts, gradually filling her from behind.

Not enjoying being left out, Machoke threw down the blanket and shifted down the makeshift bed until he was level with the action and lifted Misty's leg over his shoulder then began licking and rubbing at her clit. Groaning at the taste of her, he lapped insistent long strokes on her clit, and ventured downwards more to taste where she was stretched and joined to Machamp. Soothing the tender, swollen flesh and rubbing at her clit insistently while Machamp fucked her gently. Pushing her right over the edge.

With a cry, she came around Machamps' cock which continued to stroke her while Machoke licked her clean.

"Wow," she sighed as she came back to herself, loving the feeling of Machamp moving inside of her. " Would you two want to switch?" she asked. Not wanting to be rude and only let one of them fuck her.

The two shared a look and grunted to each other before standing and offering her a hand up. Machamp swiftly lifted her by the waist with one set of arms and the pair each held a thigh aloft and apart with one hand. Machamps' free hand reached down to start rubbing her clit and teasing at her slit with gentle caresses of his fingertips while Machoke stroked her chest, rubbing and teasing at her nipples.

Misty didn't bother holding back the sighs and moans as she savored being the center of both their attention. Once she could feel her pussy literally dripping in excitement, Machokes' hand left her breast and he lined his cock up with her entrance, sliding between her lips to coat himself in her juices.

With a slow pressure, he eased himself in, inch by inch, stretching her tight channel to fit him. Easing her body into accepting his intrusion. Once he bottomed out, he stayed within her, panting and holding tightly to her hips as he used little thrusts to bounce his cockhead against the tight ring of her cervix, making her cry out with each thrust.

"Oh god! Oh God! Oh Oh ohhhh ughhhhhhh!" she gasped as she came, squeezing and milking at the cock, still hard and deep inside her.

Machoke pulled out and Machamp thrust into her still quivering pussy, thrusting deep within her for several long strokes before pulling out. Immediately, Machoke filled her again, pounding firmly against her ass as he forcefully filled her. No longer gentle. Now they were in charge. And Misty honestly wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

The two alternated fucking her as they held her aloft between them. She could barely think from the pleasure of all the attention and how full she felt.

Machoke pulled his cock out of her and Machamp replaced it with his fingers, rubbing her clit and coating his fingers thoroughly in her slick. He replaced his fingers with his cock once more, easily sliding into her slick channel. Then he reached around behind her and ran a finger along her backside, teasing at her hole.

Misty tensed.

Gently, he stroked and circled her pucker, spreading her juices to liberally coat her before slowly pushing a fingertip inside.

Machoke stroked her sides and her breasts with his free hand while Machamp stroked her pussy with his cock, encouraging her to relax.

Machamp eased his whole finger in, wiggling it around to stroke her. Loosening her tense muscles. Once he was satisfied and Misty was moaning once more, he removed his finger only to work it back in along with a second digit. She tensed momentarily but was too aroused to stay too tense as he worked her holes, building up pressure inside her once more.

Suddenly Machamps' fingers were gone and so was his cock. But it was replaced with Machokes', who filled her with a single thrust, grunting at the feel of her grip around him.

They switched off once more, Machamp filling her pussy while Machoke retreated. Only, rather than staying idle, his cock began to slide against her pucker, spreading her moisture before he began to press inside.

Her whole body froze once he worked his thick head into her and the two once more began caressing her, encouraging her to relax again.

Machamp stroked her clit and filled her pussy with little thrusts, distracting her while Machoke pushed his way deep inside, grunting and groaning in her ear. Which only helped to excite Misty more.

Once he was fully seated in her ass, Misty was gasping for air as she did her best to relax, having never felt so full. That was until Machamp thrust in and bottomed out in her pussy.

She could cry from the feeling.

So full.

So complete.

So wanted.

Her pussy clenched making the two groan.

"Ok, I'm good now. You can move," Misty said.

They both looked at her unsure if she was being honest.

"Please?" she asked.

Nothing. No movement, just burning stares. Fine, if that's what they want.

"Fuck me. Now," she ordered confidently.

They grunted their ascent and began touching her and thrusting into her tight, warmth with completely different rhythms.

One moment she would be completely full.

Then completely empty.

Then filled only in the front.

Then filled only in the back.

Thrust into from both sides at the same time, making her feel like she was being filled too quickly and would split apart.

Filled in one hole then the other.

Sometimes one would stay firmly deep inside her while the other thrust in and out. Making her feel like she could burst.

All the while they were in complete control, making her cum frequently and repeatedly as they fucked her thoroughly.

After what could have been hours or days, Misty didn't know. Her only reality was the pleasure they gave her, nothing else could possibly matter.

All she knew was that with one final stroke, they both were balls deep inside her, thrusting lightly and she could feel their cocks pressing at her from either side, rubbing against each other inside of her With one final slap of flesh on flesh, all three came together. Misty could feel them filling her with their thick, hot cum deep inside.

Together, they knelt to the floor, keeping their softening cocks nestled inside her and they all lay down together pulling the blanket over themselves and the now sleeping woman.