Misty woke to the sun warming her skin and the sand beneath her. Sitting up she yawned and stretched her arms above her head, her soft noises making a few of the sleeping Pokemon surrounding her stir as well. Quietly, she tied a towel around herself and walked down to the water to attempt to rinse the sticky residue off.

Dropping the towel at the edge of the sea, she began to wade into the cool water, appreciating the soothing that it provided to her recently very well used muscles. She saw Tentacruel gliding closer through the waves. Once she was waist deep she felt his tentacles gently running along her skin, helping to rub away the dried remnants of the previous night's couplings.

With a sigh, she allowed her body to relax and dip into the water, letting Tentacruel hold and caress her as floated in the waves, lazily running her hands along her flesh to clean it. Satisfied that she was at least cleaner, she reached a hand to one of the tentacles that was holding her and began to lightly stroke it. Right on cue, Tentacruel began inching several other tentacles further up her legs and applying more firm strokes to her skin.

Grasping her thighs at the very top, he pressed and tied them together with one tentacle and pushed them up against her stomach, encouraging her back to arch and open her to him. Teasingly, he pressed a long thick tentacle between her legs to rub along her slit and graze her clit. Misty groaned and did her best to grind against him, wanting more pressure, but instead, he slowly slid back and forth, just grazing and teasing at her lips, appreciating the slickness that gathered there, so much smoother than the water around them. Other tentacles worked their way around her, pulling and suctioning at her nipples, rubbing her breasts, clasping at her hips.

Finally, once Misty was writhing in his grasp, he pulled back just enough to catch her opening and ever so slowly began to press inside of her, glorying in the additional tightness from her clenched legs. Leisurely, he pressed his way in, slowly filling her and retreating only to slowly enter her again. Massaging her from the inside.

"Oh god, that is so good," Misty sighed, feeling as though her worries were all being slowly fucked right out of her. This was better than any deep tissue massage that she could ever recall having. It had to have been half an hour of him stroking and plunging into her, while the tension within her slowly built up to a thunderous peak. As if out of nowhere, on a particularly deep caress of him inside her, she cried out and tensed around him, grinding down as if begging him to keep going. But she could form the words to ask.

He knew though and began to thrust more forcefully, prolonging her peak until her spasming muscles pulled him along too and she was once more flooded with spurt after spurt of hot cum. Once he softened and slipped out of her, he gently washed away the fluids that had escaped and carried her back to shore, gently placing her on the sand.

Brock hummed to himself, cheerful and happy to be out in the fresh coastal air as he purposefully strode down the path towards the meeting point he had discussed with Misty. He had made great time and was pretty surprised when nothing held him up along the trails to get her aside from a few uppity Pidgey.

It was nearly noon when he started to hear the waves crashing upon the rocks that must only be around the next bend. But as he approached the heavily overgrown bend in the path, an odd noise gave him pause and he slowed his stride.

Gasps.

A woman. Gasping. Groaning.

Was she in trouble?

Slowly, he moved to peak out towards the beach, careful to remain hidden behind the shrubs and beach roses.

All he could see from his angle was red hair bobbing up and down on the other side of a rocky outcropping to the left. But that had to be Misty! Nothing more was visible, so slowly, he crept through the brush to the left, doing his best to remain quiet and hidden. If she was being attacked, the best option would be to catch the assailant by surprise.

15 feet off the path and he finally had a clear view, but… not of what he expected to see.

Before him, was Misty. Nude. Straddling the lap of a Machoke while a Machamp fondled her breasts with one set of hands while lifting and bouncing her up and down on the Machoke's veiny, blue member.

And Misty was enjoying it, if the moaning and mumbled expletives of encouragement were any indication.

Brock stood frozen and dumbstruck for several beats, taking in the lascivious scene before him, feeling his own excitement build. Reaching down, as if in a daze, he began to rub himself through his pants in time with the movements before him. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down.

So entranced was he, that he didn't see either of the two entities watching him.

One a Ditto, in the tree above him who had been excitedly watching the show upon the beach for the last day, waiting for a good opportunity to join. As the threesome on the sand reached its fever pitch, Ditto crawled through the branches, getting several trees away before descending and morphing into a near spitting image of the human male that had approached. Now he just needed to bide his time.

The second observer watched Brock for several minutes before speaking to him.

Please, do not be startled, Friend-of-our-Misty Mistress. Alakazam walked out from behind a shrub with his hands raised in supplication.

Brock quickly dropped the hand that had been fondling his erection and staggered back, "What the fuck? Who are you?" He hissed.

I'm am here to explain. I belong to your friend Misty, it is destiny. As do you. I can sense that you are feeling a pull to go to her now. To take her. And you must.

"I must what?"

It is not something well known, but there are different types of Pokemon Masters. Those who train in brute strength, some train in ways of the mind, others have an aura about them that draws out the sexual nature of Pokemon they meet. Misty is one such human.

"A Carnal Master?" Brock whispered.

That is one word for it, yes. She has the potential to be one of the strongest, but to achieve that, she also needs a human male to ground her, like an electrical current, she must remain in contact and communion with the land of the humans. Lest, like several before her, at least in the fables, she be lost to lust. You are to be her King, we her harem, together we will strengthen her and ourselves.

"How do you know she wants that? From me, I mean? She's only ever spoken to me as a friend?"

I've seen it, in her mind, replied Alakazam with sage finality.

As Brock took several deep, calming breaths, he tried to wrap his mind around this strange chain of events. He had only ever heard of Carnal Masters because he had done perhaps a little too much research into the sexual arts, having had little long term success with his prior conquests. He didn't really think they existed though. But, if they did. And Misty was one. That would mean this would be forever.

Forever.

With Misty.

His best and oldest friend.

As he pondered, a form to his right strode purposefully out of the shrubbery towards the post-coital trio that was laid out on the sand.

"That looks like me…" murmured Brock.

Indeed it does, Alakazam replied.

Doppelganger Brock confidently walked towards the visibly drowsy Misty, bent down to take her hand and lifted her to her feet, making her gasp in surprise, until she recognized him. Brock couldn't hear what she said, but she wrapped her arms around him in a hug before apparently realizing the state she was in.

Pulling back, she moved as if to cover herself, blushing furiously. But fake Brock coiled and arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him and dipped his head to kiss her and pressed his pelvis against her. Apparently, pressing his erection against her stomach because the real Brock was able to hear the loud moan that came from her.

Fake Brock dipped a hand down her stomach, cupping her womanhood and grinding his palm against her which made her moan and grind against him. Desperately her hands began scrabbling at his clothing, undoing buttons and shoving things off until he was nude too. He quickly lifted her up and encouraged her to wrap her legs around his waist while he guided his dark, throbbing member inside her. Slowly sinking in to her slick heat.

"Oh fuck, oh Brock. You feel so good. I know I should be embarrassed, but sweet Arceus, I've dreamed of this," Misty babbled as fake Brock lifted her up and down on his cock.

Hearing that, Brock finally worked up the courage to show himself. Approaching from behind Misty, he slowly stripped out of his clothes as he got closer, making eye contact and nodding to the fake (he could only assume a Ditto). Gently placing his hands on her hips, he leaned over to whisper in her ear, "I've dreamed about this too, only a little different than this. He's a good imposter, but, I have to warn you, the real thing is a bit bigger."

Misty gasped and turned to the side, her eyes bulging wide in surprise. Shocked to see a second Brock behind her while he one inside her continued to hold her tightly as he made her ride him. "Brock? Oh my goodness! Then who is this? OH!" She gasped as the fake thrust exceptionally hard into her, making her head loll to the side in pleasure.

"Oh don't worry," Brock whispered huskily as he trailed his hands up her body to cradle her breasts, "I'll get my turn soon. Then you can feel the real thing. Would you like that, love?"

"Oh gods, yes," Misty whimpered.

"Fuck I can't wait to feel your sweet pussy gripping me. Maybe we just take turns now? You can get passed back and forth between me and the fake me?"

"Oh yes, yes please, I want you. I want you inside me," Misty babbled, begging for more.

Brock pressed up against her back and make eye contact with Ditto, who nodded and began to pull out as Brock lined up with her entrance. Misty only briefly felt empty before Brock was pressing into her. He hadn't been lying, he was bigger and she felt herself stretching to accommodate his girth as he slowly worked his way deeper.

Fully encompassed, cocooned in her cunt, he groaned against her neck, "Fuck your pussy feels like heaven, Misty." To emphasize his words he began thrusting in time with each one. "So. much. better. than. I. dreamed."

He then pulled out of her warmth to allow Ditto entrance. They alternated fucking her for several minutes, each getting close to the edge before retreating.

As Brock held Misty firmly against his chest, listening to her gasps while he kissed her neck and Ditto thrust inside her he asked, "Misty, love?"

"Oh God, Yes Brock?"

"I want to try something."

"Anything. You can do anything you want to me, just let me cum, please," Misty begged breathily.

"What if I want to stretch you?"

"Yes!"

"With two cocks at once."

"Oh fuck, yessss."

Brock looked DItto in the eye and they both nodded.

Ditto pulled out. Brock slammed in, getting thoroughly coated in her slick. He pulled out once more and allowed Ditto one last forceful thrust to bottom out. WIth Ditto buried balls deep in her hot cavern, Brock used his fingers to gently line himself up and press into the already full pussy. With slow, steady thrusts, that left all three moaning at each movement, he worked himself all the way in.

"Oh fuck, I'm so full," Misty moaned as she ground down against the intrusions, forcing pressure against her clit, "You're cocks are ruining me so good. Fuck yes. Please, fuck me, move, please move."

Ditto used both hands on her waist to slowly lift her up on the cocks before sliding her back down while Brock moved his hand to her front to strum deftly at her engorged clit. It only took a few strokes and her inner muscles began tensing, massaging their already strangled cocks.

"Fuck, Misty, you're perfect. I don't think I'll be able to exist outside of you ever again. I want to fuck you. Every. Fucking. Day. I. Want. To Stay. In. Your. Perfect. Little. Cunt. Forever."

"Oh god, Brock. Oh fuck. Yesssssss, oh fuck please yessss. Please fuck me forever. Your cock is so good," Misty babbled and begged as she came around them, cum squirting out around their cocks, dragging their orgasms along with her. They both came, thrusting deep inside her to fill her up.

Misty collapsed against Brock's chest as both the cocks softened and slid from her heat. He gently cradled her against his chest and walked her towards her tent that was nearby. Beside the tent, sat Gengar, Hypno, Machoke, Machamp, and Alakazam, half up on the sand, he saw a Tentacruel resting lazily and watching them. Ditto trailed behind him groggily, back in his gooey form and sat just off to the side of the group.

Gently he laid the drowsy red head upon a blanket, where she smiled up at him.

Well done, Master Brock. With you to ground her, Our mistress will be unstoppable. She will now be fruitful and fertile and able to bear our offspring. Now that she is filled by us all, she will begin excreting our eggs after each orgasm she experiences. Our family will be strong and bountiful.

"Oh, wow, I didn't realize it worked quite like that."

"Neither did I," yawned Misty. "With the amount you all make me cum, I guess there are going to be a lot of children for you all to care for."

Our young, need only be tended to for a short time before they can go off on their own. We will be ready to fill you again very soon. There will be no day where you aren't filled with cocks and cum if we have anything to say about it, Mistress. Alakazam said smugly.

All the Pokemon around him grunted in agreement and grinned.

"I hope so," Misty replied with a devilish smirk as she bit her lip, "I've gotten very used to being filled. In fact, I'm feeling rather empty right now."

Misty winked as she rolled onto her back, spreading her legs to invite in whoever was ready to go.

Gengar was quick to glide over and bury his face and tongue in her weeping womanhood. He was even happier to know that this was going to be a regular view for the rest of his live.

Unsurprisingly, all the others were thinking the same thing.

And they all lived fucktastically ever after.

The End

A/N: This chapter is not at all edited. I wrote it over the course of a few hours because I was tired of having this story incomplete. Even though I know and you know its absolutely batshit crazy. I had initially planned to have like, Mewtwo and Lucario and a couple others but honestly, this needed to end lmao. I didn't not reread what I wrote before, just went with my plot outline from ages ago, which wasn't much to go by other than who was next. There are probably plot holes, inconsistent characterizations, repetition, shit sentence structure and so much more. If you stuck around for this whole nightmare of literary crack and weird (and hopefully kinda hot) sex stuff... thank you and I'm sorry.

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