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Plasma's Bride	By : Temerity Category: Pokemon > General Views: 7930 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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This is my first shot at righting any sort of erotic fiction, so I'd love some constructive criticism. This is the first chapter of an ongoing narrative I have planned - this chapter is quite tame, spending about half the length establishing setting and doing a bit of work introducing Amy, who will be our eyes and ears for this tale (You may notice that I have a tendency toward the verbose!) You can expect a lot of Male Pokemon x Female Trainer from me, as that's what I generally enjoy reading, but I may branch out once I become I bit more comfortable in the genre (And by genre, I of course mean smut.)

The scream tore through the cavern, echoing off walls and delicate crystal formations until Amy was surrounded by the cacophony. Flattening herself against the rough stone wall, she drew Tiberius deeper into the shadows. He growled softly in the back of his throat before she hushed him with a soft touch to the tip of his snout. Low as it was, the noise flitted after the scream, bouncing and twirling across the chamber. Chargestone did funny things with sound; one minute a whisper would be echoing across caverns the size of cathedrals and the next you’d be wrapped in dead silence, wondering if maybe you’d taken a wrong turn at that last chamber, wondering if you might ever see the sun again.

Heart pounding in her chest, Amy groped blindly for her companion, his skin painted pitch black by the queer blue light. At the first touch of the Krookodile’s rough hide her pulse slowed. Tiberius felt like warm sandstone and made her think of days spent sunbathing by Undella bay, of stealing kisses with Daniel on the moonlit beach. Tiberius made her think of home. It was a sad reminder, but it firmed her resolve. She was a soldier now, fighting for a cause. If there was a disturbance in the caves, her comrades were relying on her to discover its nature.

She took stock of her surroundings; the chamber she was currently cowering at the end of was long, low and wide. An enormous crystal pillar dominated the room, its glow casting an eerie spider’s web through the forest of stalagmites that encircled it. To her left it sloped down steeply into darkness, bright pinpricks against the black speaking of shards of crystal buried in distant walls. Besides the way she had just come, and the dubious depths down the nigh-impassable slope there looked to be only one other entrance, a yawning abyss of a doorway at the far end of the cave.

Tucking an errant lock of chestnut hair back into her hood, she began to carefully pick her way across the upper ridge. Behind her came the sound of a cement mixer filled with fine china Tiberius’s attempt at stealth resulted in the destruction of a waist high piece crystal. Swearing fondly at the poor oaf as he, mystified, looked carefully behind him for the source of the noise, Amy unsnapped his Pokéball from her belt and saved him the trouble. She had almost reached the central pillar when another scream froze her in her tracks, nearly driving her back to her wall. Making that next step seemed like the hardest thing she had done in her life, but she forced herself onward, keeping to the shadows and wincing every time she sent a lose rock careen down the slope, spraying clattering echoes like sawdust until they lost themselves in the darkness.

It was the third scream that drew Amy’s attention to the fissure, or she might have crept right past it. Barely wide enough to squeeze into sideways and low enough that the roof brushed the top of her head, it sloped gently downwards at right angles to the entrance she had been making for but was certainly the source of the screams. Amy quickly adjusted her uniform– her own had been torn when Clay had taken offense to a Team Plasma demonstration in Driftveil and turned up with a pack of his mine workers in tow to chase them off and the tunic she had borrowed was uncomfortably tight across her bust. Inching her way down the crevasse, the echoes quickly died down and without the ricocheting screams bombarding her, the sounds from below immediately became very clear.

Beneath the screaming, which was really more of a squealing now that she listened to it properly, the fissure was filled by a masculine grunting, far deeper than any man’s voice had right to be. It seemed that her disturbance was rather less major than she had initially imagined, though from the sounds of her moans and squeals his companion was experiencing a rather large disturbance, repeatedly and with relish. Frankly, Amy was a little jealous. She hadn’t seen Daniel since the night she told him of her intention to join Team Plasma. That was eight weeks ago, and they had been long, lonely weeks. Without Tiberius to curl up alongside at night it might even have led her to abandon the dream entirely. Abruptly, Amy’s fissure ended and she found herself in a small stone chamber. After the darkness of the crevasse, the crystal in the roof was dazzling. The soft blue glow filled the room, and the spectacle it revealed took Amy’s breath away.

She had heard tales of trainers being intimate with their Pokémon before, of course – a similar scandal was the reason behind the previous Nimbasa Gym leader’s early retirement, and once at school one of her friends had snuck in a magazine that featured a spread of a rather shapely young lady getting quite forcefully spread by a rather well-endowed Arcanine. She had swiped the magazine from her brother’s room while he was out and they all sniggered over it during the lunch break until they were discovered and confined to an incredibly awkward and uncomfortable detention period with their wrinkled harridan of a math teacher.

A few news stories and a couple of dirty pictures in a long-forgotten magazine do not, however, prepare one for the sight of a young trainer and her Conkeldurr in the throes of passion. The Pokémon had his master pinned against the wall and was pounding her relentlessly while she clung on for dear life. Arms thrown tight around his thick neck and long, shapely legs wrapped around him, the slim girl was dwarfed by her burly Pokémon. Grunting with pleasure and exertion, the Conkeldurr shifted his grip from the girl’s hips to her slim waist, forcing her skirt further up her smooth belly. The new position seemed to give him a better angle as almost immediately the girl threw back her head and screamed, long and loud. Strands of her tousled blue hair were plastered across her brow, and the blue light glistened off her skin, damp with sweat. The girl was lovely, eyes closed behind long lashes and plump lips open wide as she screamed her pleasure.

With a start, Amy found herself unconsciously working her hand under her tunic and toward the waistband of her panties. Her breath was becoming heavy and she could feel the confinement of her breasts in the too-tight tunic acutely. Washed in coloured light, the scene in front of her was at once the most vulgar and the most erotic display she’d ever witnessed. Those eight weeks of lonely nights hit her hard, right at that moment, and her hand dove inside her panties at record speed. Until she touched herself, Amy didn’t realise quite how strongly the furiously coupling couple were affected her, but at the lightest brush of her aching and swollen clit a moan leapt unbidden to her lips. Across the chamber from her, the trainer’s eyes snapped open and for a moment they were staring directly at each other, her own blue eyes locked with the trainer’s brown. Then the girl was pushing at her lover’s shoulders, trying to slow his furious assault.

“We have to – OH GOD! You’ve got to – OH! OooOOH! We have to STOooOP!” By then she was beating at her Pokémon’s chest, to little discernable effect. The Conkeldurr took one glance over his shoulder and grunted in annoyance as he saw the Plasma recruit. Amy, for her part, managed to look for all the world like a doe in the headlights, albeit a doe with her tunic hiked up about her waist and one hand furiously working in her soaked panties. Seizing his lover by shoulder and hip, the Pokémon hefted her easily and spun to face Amy, forcing his trainer onto all fours in the fine grey dust that floored the cave. Redoubling his efforts he began slamming into the beleaguered girl at manic pace, eliciting a fresh chain of moans and squeals from her lovely lips.

The trainer made a valiant effort to continue her protest, but the assault rapidly left her beyond speech. Arms trembling, her lips spewed forth a wordless string of whimpering pleasure that put Amy quite well in awe of the brawny Conkeldurr. Now that she was found out, she wasted no time in shifting to a better vantage, one hand still buried in her panties, working her clit with the thumb while her forefinger drove frantically into her soaked pussy. Jolts of pleasure were working their way up her spine at the sight of the lovely trainer, near insensible with sensation. At the first glimpse of the beast’s member she almost came on the spot and immediately added a second finger to her dripping snatch. The Pokémon’s cock was huge, putting any man she’d been with to shame, even the Arcanine she’d seen in the magazine was nothing next to this monster. The girl’s pussy was red and swollen, stretched tight around her lover’s dick. With every thrust she would scream her pleasure to the world, and when he drew back her pussy would cling tight to his cock as if desperate to remain so exquisitely filled.

The staccato beat of flesh on flesh filled the chamber as the Conkeldurr took his pleasure with the beautiful girl. Amy watched with growing reverence as the massive member completely violated the trainer. She added a third finger to her aching pussy, working her clit with her left hand now while she feverishly fucked herself, imagining what it would feel like to be in the girl’s place, completely helpless as a monster-cocked monster had its way with her. Jolts of pleasure began to overwhelm her as the Pokémon began to pick up his pace again, his impending orgasm obvious from his erratic pace and deep, pleasure-filled grunts.

Through half closed eyes, Amy saw the girl’s back arch, limbs twitching and mouth wide in silent release, even wordless sound finally beyond her. She saw the Conkeldurr slam his hips into hers one final time and then hold her in place, one hand forcing her shoulders to the ground, the other keeping her hips raised. His cockstem pulsed visibly as he filled the girl with his load, jet after jet pouring into her until she was full to bursting. She saw him pull free and the cascade of cum pouring from the girl’s gaping pussy, legs still twitching in orgasm. At that, the pleasure swept over her. One hand still buried in her snatch, the other pulled free, groping at one firm breast as she came, her nipple hard against her palm even through bra and tunic. Long and loud she moaned, a rising note that echoed through the caverns above the trio, and with that she collapsed beside the trainer.

They looked into each other’s eyes again at that moment, and each knew that the other would never forget this chance encounter.
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