Pink Pokemon

Pink Pokemon

-- based on Pokemon Pink Version (Red Hack) by MB Hacks
Disclaimer: I don\'t own Pokemon or any relating characters.
If you\'re under age, don\'t read this :)

I had really had enough of Pallet Town.

It was always the same thing every day, my entire life. And three houses didn\'t really make up an entire town, anyway. My biggest fear was that our family tree would soon become a family bush and we\'d all have to marry our cousins. They were all jerks; especially my \"rival\" Sally, the blonde-haired blue-eyed bitch from hell. She looked down on me because I was hispanic, but I could never convince her grandpa that. Professor Oak... what a nut job.

So that was it. I emptied my computer and left home. All there was in my PC was a potion... they said it was for pokemon but I\'m sure it would\'ve worked just as fine on me if I got attacked. Like I cared, anyway. The first step I took into the grass, though, the problems started.

\"BRRRR!\" I spun my head in time to see a brown and tan blur fly past my head and hit me square on the cheek. I yelled and clutched my hurt face. The damn pidgey had cut me. I watched it as it circled high above me, then swooped down again. I crossed my arms in front of my face, but it wasn\'t aiming for there.

\"Oof!\" I hit the ground on my back, the pidgey tackling me down with its talons which were groping at my chest. My cheeks went bright red at that; if I have to say one thing about my body, it is that I do have a decent rack. I\'m not too chubby or anything, but I am solidly built and I *do* have a decent pair of boobs, and I wasn\'t going to let that bird scratch them up. That, and I could already feel my nipples hardening against the rough talons that pinned me down. The pidgey crowed and flapped its wings, rocking itself over my already stimulated nipples and making them even harder. I gritted my teeth in embarassment.

\"Stop that!\" I barked, supporting myself on my elbows. The pidgey fell off my chest, but landed between my thighs. As turned-on as I was, feeling the pressure of a warm body down there, pokemon or not, was really starting to get me hot. I squirmed uncomfortably, the pidgey began humping at me. \"Hey! What the fuck?!\" I punched the bird off, its sharp beak scratching at my fingerless glove. Groping was one thing, but humping? Not from a pokemon, thank-you.

I stood up, cheeks still flushed, and kicked the offending pidgey away. Little twigs had caught themselves in my black curly hair, shoulder length as it was, and I tried to pick them out as I went to take another step into the long grass--

\"Pink, wait!\"

\"!\" I really hated it when people I didn\'t know that well called me Pink. That was *my* nickname that only my *friends* could call me. What friends? Oh, yeah... just my Mom, then.

\"It\'s not safe in the long grass, wild pokemon could attack you, young lady, and you know better than to provoke them,\" Professor Oak explained patronisingly.

As horny as I was from the pidgey encounter, looking at that old man only reminded me of the time he made me play doctor with him. I shook my head, \"What?\"

\"Come with me,\" he said simply. I followed him, willing my legs to stop shaking. I\'m sure this was just lab work or something... lab work not involving me stripping down on one of his work benches as he felt up my \"incredible breasts\".

We walked to his lab and inside there was, guess who, Sally-the-bitch. Where I was well-built, she was anorexic. Twiggy little cow, and with an almost entierly flat chest. Anything poking outwards on that dress was either inflatable or jell.

\"Hurry up, Gramps! I\'ve been waiting for hours!\" Sally moaned impatiently. She saw me and her eyes narrowed, \"What is this? A charity function?\"

\"Now, now, Sally. I have something for the both of you...\"

If he said a double-ended dildo, I would have killed him where he stood.

\"Pink, why don\'t you choose your pokemon first?\"

\"Eh?\" I replied, a little shocked. A pokemon? Finally! I could escape from Pallet Town without being mollested by the first pokemon that found me!

\"What?! What about me?\" Sally shrilled. As Oak was dealling with his grandaughter, I was busy looking at the three pokeballs. Fire, water or grass? Squirtle was cute, but he didn\'t look determined enough to be the one for me. But Charmander? I looked over his stats carefully. Fiery, I liked that. I picked up the pokeball.

\"Do you want to give a nickname for Charmander?\"

\"Ferveo,\" I smirked. Latin for \'boiling hot\', nice.

\"What a gay name,\" Sally laughed, \"That charmander is going to be ass-ed by every pokemon it fights! I choose the squirtle, but *I*\'m not going to nickname *mine*.\"

Sally picked up her pokeball and spun to face me. \"Come on Pink, let\'s see how good you battle.\" she hurled the ball at me and the blue tortoise appeared.

\"Go Ferveo!\" I challenged, sending my own out. The battle was close, I was so lucky to have brought that potion with me. Sally kept yelling that I cheated, but for once Oak didn\'t back her up. I was so happy about beating that horrible cow that I picked Ferveo up in my arms and hugged him gleefully.

\"Char!\" it smiled, burrying itself in my clevage. I jumped and held it out, blushing once more.

Sally laughed, \"How rare, it seems that your charmander does go for the more... \"curvacious\" females,\" she smirked, enphasising the word that Oak kept correcting her with whenever she called me fat. I sneered at her as she walked past, my cheeks still glowing hot with anger and humiliation. After Sally left I picked my pokemon back up, I was still happy that I had finally got one.

\"So you\'re Ferveo, are you?\" I smiled. The charmander\'s eyes were still glued to my tits. Figures, I sighed. The movement of my chest with the sigh seemed to excite the charmander, his long pink member slid out of his sheath as he watched me. I panicked and ran out of the lab with my charmander before any of Oak\'s aides saw me with the horny pokemon.

I ran outside and behind a short fence, up to my waist in short grass and flowers, still holding the charmander. I was panting slightly from all the panic, and looked around. No body was around. Sally had probably already gone into the long grass to battle pokemon, but my thoughts were fixed on the charmander I was holding. I let him down on the patch of flowery grass before me. He sat there, \'char char\'ing softly. My eyes were glued to his glistening pink shaft, about as thick as two of my fingers. The charmander shuffled towards me, I stayed still, memerised.

I reached a trembling hand towards his dick, not sure what I was doing. \"C-can I...?\" the charmander moaned, shuffling even closer to me. My fingers connected with the firm rod of flesh, the charmander began making gutteral sounds of pleasure, I kept touching it. I played with it between my hands, not having any idea of what I was doing but too horny to even care. My mind drifted back to the pidgey humping my crotch... I unzipped my fly and touched myself gently through my underwear, the wetness I found there was amazing. The charmander seemed pretty impressed himself. One hand on Ferveo\'s dick, I kept touching myself as well.

I just had to know... I kicked off my shorts and undies and scooted over to charmander. We were well-hidden by the fence, and I couldn\'t hear anyone around us. Dripping wet and too horny to think, I crawled over on my knees to my new pokemon. Charmander was lying back, dick pointing straight in the air. I moved myself over him and pushed downwards, feeling the hot rod sink deep into my fairly-lubed cunt. I groaned and took him all in. He wasn\'t that big, but I was tight enough to feel him well. Virgins never lasted long in such small towns, I didn\'t have even the slightest trace of hymen left. I started thrusting down on the charmander, moaning wantonly. The pokemon was humping me back, wet sounds of our fucking getting louder and louder. I gasped as the charmander reached up and started sucking on one of my rock-hard nipples through my top. My bucking got faster. I felt the orgasm drawing near..

I groaned and came, squeasing the charmander\'s dick between my pussy walls until he came too. He sure spurted out a lot, way more than any of professor Oak\'s aides at least. I sighed contently, looking down to see that I had come a lot on charmander as well. The pokemon pulled out and licked at our loins. I shuddered, but put my pants and undies back on before anyone came to see what all the noise was about.

At last, I was really leaving Pallet Town. The mollesting pidgey tried to have another go at me but Ferveo knocked it out before it could cup too much of a feel, which was good as I didn\'t want to get too horny again, I\'m sure Ferveo can smell it when I\'m wet.

We hadn\'t walked that far when I heard more moaning. Charmander and I waded through the long grass until we found the source. A young girl, probably my age, was lying on her back with her skirt hitched around her waist and her top pushed up enough to show off a pair of impressive tits and nicely hardened nipples being fucked mercilessly by a rattata. I watched the rat\'s little dick as it pistoned out of the girl\'s dripping snatch. She moaned and pinched her nipples harshly, throwing her head side-to-side in rapture. The sight almost wanted me to get down and fuck my charmander again. The moans and the animalistic squeaks from the rattata were getting my pussy wet again. Charmander rubbed against my leg, feeling very warm. Yep, he can smell it.

The girl\'s eyes caught mine and she froze. One more thrust from the rattata and she came, crying out and bucking wildly. The rattata\'s legs were still wrapped around her waist, it was still going strong, thrusting as juice dribbled down their legs.

\"Never mind us,\" I called loudly.

\"No, wait!\" the girl called through cries, her hands smoothing down across the back of the rattata as she tried to push it deeper into her, \"Please!\" she screamed and came again, forming a puddle on the ground with her juices.

\'Honestly,\' I thought grimmly, \'What is with all this sex today?\'

The rattata slammed into her and stayed in, its red eyes closing slowly as it filled her with its seed. The girl lost her train of thought for another moment, moaning deelpy and gyrating against the rat to get as much seed as possible.

\"Yes?\" I asked loudly.

The girl floundered with her free hand in her bag lying discarded beside her and came up with a package. She tossed it at me, still basking in the afterglow of sex with a pokemon. \"It\'s a parcell for professor Oak. I was supposed to take it to him but got... sidetracked.\"

I sighed in frustration and turned on my heel. Back to Pallet Town. \"Thanks!\" I called over my shoulder. A breathy, \"No problem!\" was all I got in response.

Back at the lab, I couldn\'t find Oak anywhere.

\"Professor Oaaak!\"

\"He\'s gone out. Sally phoned him from Viridian saying she needed help,\" one of the aides told me.

\"Oh great,\" I muttered. He\'d be gone for hours.

\"Buut, I do have something that might interest you,\" the aide grinned. He produced the last pokeball from atop Oak\'s table.

\"Neither of you got this one. Do you want to see what it was?\"

I nodded eagerly, \"Okay!\"

A bulbasaur appeared, growling softly. I nodded appreciatively, knowing my charmander was back in his pokeball.

\"You missed out on quite a catch, I\'m afraid,\" the aide explained, \"Bulbasaur knows vine whip, a grass technique, already! Squirtle and Charmander don\'t develop special attacks until much later.\"

\"Aw,\" I pouted, but I was really glad that I had charmander. His dick made up for any shortcomings at least two times over!

\"Would you like an example?\" the aide asked meekly, glasses twinkling mischeviously. I looked the male aide over warily, \"OK then.\"

\"Bulba!\" the pokemon extended its vines from its bulb, reaching out and shaking my hand. I laughed, it was kinda cute. Another one snaked up my arm and brushed across my boob. I frowned, about to say something.

\"Bulbasaurs are really friendly pokemon. They like to get to know everyone they meet, *ahem*, quite intimitely.\"

I noted the first vine trailing up my short\'s leg, \"How intimitely?\" my question was answered when the vine stroked along my pussy lips through my underwear. My knees became instantly weak and I felt blood rushing to my nether regions, my pussy lips opening willingly as the vine continued to stroke up and down. I felt my legs almost give beneath me as I gasped repeatedly. I felt the aide rush behind me and support me under my arms before I could collapse, gently lowering me onto himself. I felt the heat of his own loins under mine as he sat back with me sitting on his lap. I really didn\'t care though, the bulbasaur\'s ministrations were enough for me to focus on. The aide slid his hands under my top and started cupping and massaging my tits, pinching at the nipples. I was on cloud nine.

I felt the aide unzip my shorts and slide the clothes off my lower half. Then my panties, soaked completely. I gasped like a little whore as I felt bulbasaur\'s vines stroke my naked pussy lips, dipping slightly in. The aide\'s hands dove down behind me and I felt him unzip his own pants. I couldn\'t stop the moans as the aide\'s sizeable member pushed into my wet slit. It was far thicker than charmanders, filling me nicely. He grabbed my hips and pushed his dick into me, right to the hilt, and stopped. I looked down to see bulbasaur\'s vines circling our crotches. The vines, already slick with my juices, rubbed at the joining of our two sexes and pushed themselves into my already filled cunt, sliding up along the aide\'s pole and deep inside me. We both groaned deeply as we began to fuck, the vines feeling around both our moving organs. We were thrusting madly, the aide repeating a mantra of \'yes\'es and \'ooh baby\'s while I spoke the dirtiest things I could ever remember myself saying. I felt one of the vines leave my dripping pussy and draw a line across my nether regions as it made its way towards my ass. It sank in slowly, rubbing at the aide\'s dick and the other vine through the thin layer of flesh seperating my two canals.

\"Harder!\" I cried, shoving myself down as hard as I could on the aide. The bulbasaur watched serenely as the aide shoved me onto the floor in front of him and took me missionary style, the bulbasaur\'s vines still within me. I moaned and contracted around the probing vines and the thick shaft of the aide\'s penis. I slumped, exhausted, forwards. The aide still had my hips in a tight gripped as he rammed his way to completion. We both laid there panting, our juices mixing on the floor in a puddle on the lino. I wondered how long it would be until Professor Oak got back.

To be continued...

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