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Random Pokeality One Shots	By : nekette Category: Pokemon > General Views: 19166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Random Pokeality One Shots
- 2-Tic Tac Toe Three In A Row
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Yeah, the swearing in the first one was a bit much, sorry. Buut, since I got a review at all, which is totally awesome, I’m going to write the request right now. :D

My lezzy scene skills are even rustier than het, but I can get it done I think.

And I had a major writing block, but I’m still going to do the three requests all in this chapter because I love you guys. And I might throw in a little something something from my personal kinks…

Gardenia’s lips twitched as she stared at the pokeball sitting innocently on her counter, red hair falling messily into her chocolate orbs as a testament to her early morning laziness. “Well now, this’ll be fun.”

Moments later Erika, the Celadon Gym Leader from Kanto, came shuffling blearily into the kitchen located at the back of the Eterna gym. Erika was visiting for a conference in Floaroma Town. “Mmm, I just love grass gyms, the pokemon pollen makes the flowers grow even more beautifully.” A serene smile curled the raven’s pale lips, a simple sleeping yukata encasing her willowy frame in white silk

Gardenia eyed the raven a tad skeptically; she had heard the whispers through the grapevine that Erika had developed a pollen addiction. Rolling her shoulders in a fluid shrug, the Eterna leader turns to the fridge to grab some orange juice to clear the dryness from her mouth.

“My sister sent me a new pokemon from Unova, said the poor thing’s flower was wilting from neglect, so I offered to house her here ‘til she recovers.” Gardenia mentioned off handedly, pouring herself a good sized cup of good old fashioned o.j.

“Oh?” Erika offered, placing a hand over the red and white sphere, “Perhaps we should let her out to enjoy the gardens then.”

Gardenia gave a muffled ‘mhm’ sound as she glugged her juice down thirstily, nothing’s worse than cotton mouth.

With a flash of red light, a three foot seven figure began to take shape, a wide skirt formed, followed swiftly by elongated leaves and finally the drooping flower gracing the Decorative Pokemon’s white and pale green head. Dooor…

“Oh!” Erika exclaimed, swallowing a lump in her throat as her dark eyes take in the graceful sweep of the darker green foliage acting as the petite creature’s appendages.

Redia! The mon exclaimed, her golden eyes brightening at the sight of her female companionship. With a twirl on her unseen feet beneath the skirt, white pollen drifts from her crown like flower, covering the two gym leaders in a light dusting of spores.

That was all it took, a single breath of the pheromone enriched pollen, and the two females’ eyes glazed with lust.

A naughty smile curled the Doredia’s rice white face, her prehensile leaves lifting the tulip shape of her skirt upwards to reveal dainty white legs beneath, higher and higher until the front of her underside was bared for the human’s glassy eyes, the lower leaves curling obediently up and over to hold her dress in place.

Redia! The Decorative Flower repeated, pointing imperiously to the apex of her porcelain thighs.

Erika and Gardenia fell to their knees, intoxicated with lust and the burning desire to taste the graceful mon’s sweet pussy. Each girl crouched by a smooth and toned leg, fingers running reverently over the fleshy leaf like thighs, their glazed eyes locked in a contest of wills to determine who would be graced first. Doredia solved the silent argument by cupping her arm fronds around each girl’s head and bringing them together to her glistening pale pink lips. Wet with anticipation for the attention denied her by her former male trainer. This particular Doredia was strictly lesbian.

Obedient tongues slipped from the moist caverns of their mouths to trace delicate paths across the outer labia, meeting at the tiny pink clitoris to wrestle wetly, moaning at the touch of the others flexing tongue writhing in a sick dance of pleasure. Doredia hummed her appreciation as she pressed the leader’s faces closer together with her green leaves, egging them on.

Erika slips her tongue from Gardenia’s mouth to bury her face in the open pussy lips of her Grass Type Mistress, nose nuzzling the excited clit as fruity juice smears her face. Sliding her tongue around in broad circles along the neglected inner walls, the closet lesbian moans and dry humps the air. Silk clad arms slide up her Mistress’ legs to caress the plump ass just begging for attention, fondling and squeezing handfuls of soft cheek in time to her nose bumping into the bundle of nerves.

Gardenia sits back on her heels, nuzzling her cheek into the cool flesh of her Mistress’ leaf hand while Erika goes to town, fidgeting impatiently for her turn. Shouldering the other aside a bit roughly, jealously, Gardenia stares in awe at the puffy lips begging for her touch. Moaning, slender fingers slide up to hook themselves around the protective hood to spread the mon’s mons open wider.

Crying out in frustration at being pushed aside, Erika tackles Gardenia to the floor, her yukata coming open to expose her lack of panties. Ramming Gardenia’s head to the floor to stun her, Erika’s nimble fingers pull down the other’s pyjama pants to tangle them at her knees and ankles. Shoving her heel down on the Gardenia’s well shaved pussy, Erika grinds it from side to side to offer the Eterna Leader her own pleasure as she turns to the Doredia’s amused smile.

Wrapping her arms around the delicate waist, Erika levers the grass type up onto the table as she crouches to resume her lavishment of the fruity nectar giving lips, her heel sliding away to be replaced by her toes digging into the slippery flesh of Gardenia’s spread cunt. Surprisingly dominant, Erika crams her twat against Gardenia’s mouth in a clear demand as her own tongue explores the leaf textured vagina.

Doredia moans breathily as she wraps both fronds around Erika’s head, her milky white thighs draping themselves over the Saffron woman’s shoulders. This was better than she’d expected. Humping the raven’s face, heedless of her need to breathe, Doredia squeals and glowly subtly as her red flower regains its vibrant color. Revitalized with each digging reach and wriggle of the pink muscle between her legs.

Gardenia remains stunned on the floor, Erika had slammed her a bit hard to the tile, moaning blearily in pleasure at the odd feeling of being full of something. Too out of it to pleasure Erika properly, the narcoleptic uses the red head’s adorable nose to thrust her clit against.

Shuddering violently, Erika paws frantically at her generous breasts, squeezing and twisting the palmfuls of titflesh from side to side. Her moans vibrated within the formerly dominant flower, teasing her further and further over the edge until, with a scream of her name and another cloud of pollen, the light pink walls shudder and clamp down tightly upon Erika’s tongue. Swallowing the surge of juice greedily, Erika’s skin tingles as the pollen settles. A burning sensation overcame her as her muscles locked up, shoving her throbbing and swollen clit into Gardenia’s nose with a scream, Erika cums all over herself, the tightening and flailing of Gardenia’s muscles indicating that the half conscious Gym Leader had reached her peak as well.

Redia.

Petting Erika’s head, Doredia giggles, gazing down at her handiwork fondly. What a great start to the morning!

The Magnet Train was speeding as usual between Goldenrod and Saffron, the end car mostly empty; a Trainer – the kind they call a Camper – , his Pikachu, an old man snoring on the other end of the car, and a group of school girls completely engrossed in themselves.

The Trainer’s fingers twitched, curling possessively around his Chu’s hips, tugging the mon higher up his lap to rest her back to his chest. Glancing furtively at the gaggle of uniformed teens Joe’s fingers trail towards the mouse’s tummy and lower.

Chuuu…

She whimpered and squirmed a bit, sparks flashing from her cheeks in her embarrassment. Flattening her ears, she stares up at her Trainer’s face, shadowed by the brim of his beige cap. His lips twisted in a leer and she gave another choked whimper, muffling the sound to avoid attracting attention.

“Good girl.” Joe crooned, twisting her in his lap so that her back was to the other bench, partially obscuring the growing bulge under his shorts. With a look, he nods down to the button and zipper holding his teenhood in confinement.

A resigned sigh passed the rodent’s lips as she reached forward with dexterous paws to slip the button free and pull the shorts open, pulling her Master’s cock from his boxers with a droop to her lightning bolt tail. This was so embarrassing, what if someone saw? Giving a tentative lick to the pole to moisten it, she squirms and stares at him beseechingly.

With a shake of his head, Joe’s hands around his Pikeachu’s hips pull her in and onto himself in one smooth motion. Moaning and leaning his head back to half close his eyes, mouth gaping open in sinful pleasure. He’d always wanted to do this…

Shivering, never taking his eye off the gaggle of girls, he half turns away from them, making it look casual as his arms begin moving, pumping the too tight cunt over his prick with an intensity best left for the bedroom.

Panting and squirming, more sparks leaping from her cheeks, the Pikachu gasps for breath with each thrust into her over stuffed womb. Keeping quiet was so hard! Clenching her eyes shut and fisting her little paws, the creature shoves them into her mouth to gag herself.

Joe shuddered at the sight, swiftly replacing the yellow hands with his own fingers in her muzzle, he adjusts his grip one handed to bounce her harder instead of faster. High pitched moans of her name muffled by his salty tasting skin were mostly drowned out by the noise of the train around them.

Ka… Ka… Kaaa!

Yanking viciously on the mouse’s left ear, Joe slaps her round ass with his other hand, leaving her mouth empty but warning her against making more noise. Smacking her again, he grunts and smirks cruelly, “Quick Attack.”

Trembling with effort not to squeal, Pikachu’s legs begin to twitch as she rearranges herself to Quick Attack his penis, bouncing so fast that the friction began to dry her sopping folds, drawing choked gasps from her sweet mouth.

Joe’s eyes began to roll back in his head as he twitched, balls tightening as he held himself steady on the seat, his cock heating to incredible levels and promising the sweetest of releases when she stopped.

Running one hand over his face and into his hair Joe convulses a bit, feeling as though cum should come rocketing out of him at any second, a prolonged orgasm without the messy ending. It was driving him mad in the best way possible.

Gagging himself with his fist, Joe nods to his little mouse to stop her Quick Attack. And just like that it was over, his seed shot into her womb, electrocuting him mildly, and spurring a second and then a third consecutive orgasm from the boy. Nearly screaming in pleasure, Joe pants heavily into his hand as he rests the other palm on top of Pikachu’s head, petting her fondly.

The resulting surge of electricity from his seed in her womb had fortunately set off her own pleasure, and she shuddered as she sat there panting heavily, ears twitching madly as her tiny toes curl.

A few minutes passed before she lifted herself from her Master’s lap, falling face first into his crotch to lap eagerly at the remains of their liquids staining his member and balls. Suckling on his left ball fondly, Pikachu coos as he scratches behind her ear.

“Good girl.” An arrogant curl lifted his lips as he rubbed behind her ears, his free hand caressing her tail as she cleaned him. After a moment, the yellow mouse curled in on herself to groom herself vigorously of any white smears on her plump thighs.

“Now arriving in Saffron City, please return all Pokemon to their balls and ensure you have your luggage on hand to keep departures running smoothly.”

“Alright Charizard, we need to Fly to Mt. Ember, I heard a rumor about some Sacred Ash being found in a dormant lava spout.” Draping an arm fondly around the fire dragon’s shoulders over his furled wings, Damien reaches up to scratch the warm leathery flesh under the Pokemon’s jaw.

Char.

Huffing in agreement, and arching his neck to offer more access to those itchy spots, the fire lizard wraps his tail around his Trainer’s legs playfully. “C’mon, if we hurry, we can have a picnic at the summit with the guys.” Stepping free of the loosely coiled muscle and bone, Damien swings his leg over the orange hips, hooking himself into place by tucking his feet into Charizard’s thighs and wrapping his arms around the muscled chest of his transport.

Trotting a few steps, the fire flying type crouches and leaps upwards to catch himself mid fall with a powerful flap of his teal wings. Roaring with excitement, Charizard lets loose Flamethrower in a show of bravado as he swoops into a sharp dive and a turn to orient himself to the freshly risen sun.

“Let’s Fly!” Damien shouted, a grin tugging his lips at the joy of flight with his starter.

After an hour of steady flight, Charizard glances over his shoulder a few times, checking his Trainer’s attentiveness before chortling lowly and dropping into a vicious dive, only ro pull up sharply and roll in a loop de loop. With a cry, Damien feels himself slipping, only to be caught mere seconds later by the three fingered talons of the Flame Pokemon. “Hey! A little warning next time, man!”

Grumbling and staring at the ocean passing under his feet, Damien starts and twitches at the feeling of the lizard’s back feet on his hips, “Oh come on, man, here?” Rolling his eyes in exasperation, the teen wrinkles his nose as his pants are tugged down to bare his ass. Commando style was all the rage these days, man.

Chuckling in little bursts of embers, Charizard grasps Damien’s thighs with his clawed feet carefully to not scratch the fragile pink flesh. Dry humping the teen to get himself properly inflated, Charizard lowers his head to nuzzle his Trainer’s hair affectionately.

“You know we have no lube…” Damien grumbled a bit, even as his partner’s tail curled in and upwards to caress his penis, the feeling of the warm leathery skin catching against his member sent a shudder through his frame. The dancing warmth of the flame at its tip making him convulse. It burned, yet it didn’t/ Pokemon were such strange creatures, able to control the heat of their flames.

With another thrust of his hips, Charizard sticks the head of his rather massive thirteen inch cock to the puckered hole of Damien’s anus, thrusting only lightly to penetrate the ring of muscles and allow his oozing precum to moisten to passage.

Char!

Apparently a daily routine of theirs, Damien’s ass needed very little preparation before he jerked his hips backwards to spear himself on the airborne rod. Gasping and bucking his hips, Damien groans and begs with his whimpers and panting breaths for his great dragon to give him a great fucking.

In mid air.

It’s a good thing no one could see them now or his liscence would be revoked and his Pokemon taken from him. Stupid government.

Getting back on track with the reaming of Damien’s ass, Charizard growls lowly and thrusts the human into his cock with his feet, tilting his head back as another Flamethrower heats the chilled air.

Grunting in satisfaction at Damien’s squeal of pleasure, Charizard adjusts himself slightly to time his thrusts with each flap of his wings. The extra weight made it harder to glide smoothly.

“Oh gods… Harder.”

Mewling in his Pokemon’s grasp, Damien clutches at his dragon’s wrists, needing something to anchor himself as his lower body is manipulated gratuitously. The fullness of the giant prick was warming his insides more and more with each thrust His stomach began to bulge outwards, outlining the super heated cock invading his insides without any plans of stopping before completion.

With one particular thrust, Damien screams and looses a veritable load of white spooge over the dragon’s orange tail, the convulsive tightening of his sphincter setting the Flame Pokemon off into his own bliss, the squeezing so tight it would take an asexual Steel Type to resist.

Pulling free of his Trainer’s warm rear at the last second, Charizard’s nearly boiling cum goes flying in spurts similar to the stains on his tail, lightly red tinted, it steams when contacting the ocean below.

Zard.

Growling his pleasure, and gently working Damien’s pants back over his hips, Charizard cradles his Trainer to his chest as he begins the last leg of the journey to the partially dormant volcano.

Aaand… Yeah, sorry if this wasn’t the best. I had such a block over writing that I skipped the yuri, wrote the het, started the yaoi, then thought of something to finish the threesome before ending the buttsex somewhat lamely. I’m sorry, I’m still not fully used to writing out my mental ideas, and they end up not as hot. I’ll try to do better still next.

And for those curious, after a bit of breakfast I’ll be starting on another Pallet chapter just to keep myself going. Productivity and all that jazz.
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