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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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Thanks for the kind words everyone, particularly StrangeQuark and Skyro. It's great to hear that people are enjoying my writing, and it really encourages me to get off my butt and start work on the next chapter. As to some of the questions that have been fielded - the big focus of this series is going to be FTrainer/Pokémon, but I may end up straying from that a little. I imagine you'll get some F/F Human/Human stuff once the plot proceeds a little and I get a couple more characters introduced, but don't expect much of it as it'll be harder for me to write something that I haven't got personal experience of to fall back on. Also expect to see some Futa/F stuff in the future, that's a personal kink of mine that will almost definitely be explored. I think I'll stick with 3rd person - from a male perspective, writing a 1st person narrative from a female character is going to be a little awkward, but I may well have a go at it for a oneshot at some point rather than trying to do it for an ongoing series. Still, this one will continue being generally from Amy's point of view. Next week we'll get some plot, and the second member of what is going to be our core cast will be introduced. Again, thanks for the comments, it really makes posting here worth doing when I hear from people who have enjoyed it!

Settling back onto his haunches, Tiberius waited patiently for Amy to catch her breath. Her breasts, glistening with spit and precum, rose and fell as she gasped for air. Kneeling there before the massive Krookodile, soft grass brushing panty-clad rump, she could still scarcely believe the size of the cock that she had forced into her slender throat. As she puffed and panted her Pokémon ran an approving eye across her body, all feminine curves and chestnut curls, tanned skin glowing in the afternoon sun. Proud and majestic his cock towered before her, gleaming with her saliva in the sunlight. A shimmer of apprehension ran through the young trainer as she considered the thought of fucking – no; being fucked by the monstrous member.

Stupid grin still plastered across her face, she was startled from her reverie when the Krookodile reached out and took one of her slim hands with his own. Her fingers looked startlingly small against his taloned paw, but she allowed herself to be drawn to her feet. Planting a soft kiss on his snout, she mounted him daintly, long legs splayed wide as she knelt across his hips. A soft moan escaped from Amy’s lips as she felt his hardness against her belly, huge and hot and filled with animal wildness. She could feel her panties growing damper still as her hands and mouth explored his sandstone torso, skin rough under delicate fingers and plump lips. Soft whimpers and gasps broadcast her need as she writhed against the enormous Pokémon, soft breasts pillowed onto his chest.

When a clawed fist seized her by the hip she rose eagerly, one hand snaking between her legs to pull aside her panties. Shuddering as her clit brushed against its head, Amy mounted the massive cock. Her pussy lips parted slightly as the blunt tip nudged against them, solid and insistent. Apprehension wormed its way through her as once again she was forced to comprehend the sheer scale of the feat she was attempting. Tiberius, however, had no such second thoughts. With a slow, almost lazy thrust, he penetrated his buxom trainer.

Startled from their roost, a flock of Pidove took wing as she cried out, long and loud. Panting with exertion, she collapsed against her Pokémon’s broad torso. She felt filled, more than she ever had in her life, and exceedingly grateful to the Krookodile for giving her a moment to adjust to the immense invasion. Sensation had overwhelmed her to the point that she could barely think, pain and pleasure mingling into pure carnal delight. Groping around blindly with one hand, she found his thick shaft and then moaned as matched sensations of pleasure, fear and disbelief flooded through her when she realised that she had taken less than half of Tiberius’s length.

Steeling herself, Amy adjusted her stance, long legs flexing appealingly as she drew upwards and plunged down again. With each thrust his cock impaled her a little more, and she let the sensations overwhelm her, throwing back her head and crying her pleasure to the sky as she was mercilessly pummelled by her hugely-hung Krookodile. She could feel his claws, tight across her rear, flexing and gripping at her soft ass. The soft cotton of her panties began to shred under his vicious claws, but she didn’t care. At length, she reached her limit, just shy of the base of his cock. Spread across him, her tanned flesh made a stark counterpoint to the paleness of his belly. Laying there against Tiberius’s chest, overstuffed pussy stretched around his girth, she felt complete, content in a way that she never had before.

A loud slap rang out across the clearing, and her head whipped round at the sharp pain across her rump, just in time to see the Pokémon’s hefty tail descend again. The second impact spurred her back into motion. Tits bouncing obscenely, Amy rode the Krookodile with vigour, gasping in delight as he ran his talons across her back, just heavily enough to mark without drawing blood. Rapidly losing herself in pure, primal debauchery, the young trainer’s world rapidly condensed itself into cock and cunt, thrusting and grinding, gasping and moaning. She barely noticed when Tiberius lifted her gently, almost tenderly, to lay her on the grass.

Seizing her slender waist, the Pokémon began to fuck her in earnest. Shapely legs wrapped around his bulk, toes barely meeting behind his back as the girl moaned and writhed beneath him. Her hand found one breast, groping and squeezing while his teeth found the other, surprisingly gentle as he nibbled and sucked at her rock-hard nipple. With every thrust she was completed, but then he would draw back, a cry of dismay bursting from the girl as her pussy gripped at his swollen cock, desperate to be filled forever.

A slave to the debauchery, Amy surrendered to the waves of pleasure overwhelming her slim body. Groans gave way to gasps as she ran short of breath, then her mouth opened wide in a silent scream of pleasure as her climax overtook her. Back arched, eyes glazed over, legs locked tight behind her lover’s spine, the Plasma grunt went rigid as her orgasm ran its course. Dimly, she was aware of Tiberius increasing his pace, heavy balls crashing against her rear as he hilted himself again and again into the leggy brunette at breakneck pace.

She had barely recovered from her climax when the Pokémon let loose, a pulse from his cock the only warning she received before he began to unload himself within her. Each pulse from his cock sent another bolt of pleasure through the girl as blast after blast of cum poured almost directly into her womb. A second orgasm overwhelmed her, nearly as intense as the first, and her chest heaved enticingly as she gasped for breath.

Eventually Tiberius pulled free, still-hard cock dripping with spent cum and her own juices. Pulling herself somewhat unsteadily into a vague kneeling position, Amy eagerly began to clean off his cock, agile tongue lapping up the creamy concoction. She was almost purring as the mixture filled her mouth, the sharpness of her own juices a not unappealing counterpoint to the tastes of exotic spices in the Krookodile’s cum. Eventually, slowly softening rod licked to gleaming perfection, she rest. Leaning against her Pokémon’s mighty flank, she marvelled at his strength and power.

Lazily, she ran an eye across the clearing, at the savaged remnants of her shirt, at the rest of her outfit kicked wildly aside at some point during their wild mating. A flicker of movement caught her eye, and she found herself staring directly into a pair of stunningly blue eyes. She caught a glimpse of red hair and pale skin under a grey hood, and then the face was gone.

Amy swore.

Rapidly gathering up her clothing, she cleaned herself up as well as possible, wiping the spit and cum from her face with the remains of her shirt. With her tunic pulled over the top, the shredded back didn’t seem immediately obvious, so she donned the rest of her outfit in haste. Finally, Tiberius’s Pokéball lay alone in the grass. After a moment of contemplation, she picked it up and made to hurl it as deeply into the forest as she could. She couldn’t bear the thought of confining something so majestic and powerful. Before she could, a taloned fist caught her wrist, a second plucking the Pokéball from her grasp and offering it back to her. The Krookodile gestured to the ball, then to himself.

“I’m not putting you back in there, Tiberius.” Her voice was soft as she tried to make him understand. “I couldn’t stand you being caged like that, you deserve to be free.”

The Pokémon growled, a low warning sound in the back of his throat. He repeated the motion; to the Pokéball, to himself. Amy felt frustration rising but she stamped it down, made herself think. Tiberius was right; if he didn’t have a Pokéball, people would wonder, would ask questions. If this was going to continue, they had to be as unobtrusive as possible, particularly as they had already been seen. Sadly, she activated the ball. As Tiberius vanished in a flash of light, Amy suddenly felt very lonely.

The solitary walk back to the cabin seemed to take forever, and everywhere she looked someone was spending time with their Pokémon. Deep stabs of jealousy ran through her at the sight. The sun fell as she left the fields behind her, and a cold breeze cut straight through her tunic and the tattered shirt beneath. When she finally reached the Team Plasma hideout, she found the rest of her unit in the kitchen, sharing a meal around the enormous wooden table. The sight of the twins at the far end sent a stab of fear through her. Jaime and Jamie, they were almost perfectly alike aside from gender. With matching red hair, blue eyes, cherubic faces and impish attitudes, she was sure it was one of the two that had seen her. Without any clue as to which, however, she had no desire to spend any more time than necessary near either of them.

Stumbling over her words, Amy mumbled out her report and a quick excuse of feeling ill before she grabbed some food and retreated to her room. Exhausted and overwhelmed, she ate quickly and then collapsed, fully clothed, onto her bed. Her last thought, before sleep overtook her, was that her life had probably been changed irrevocably. Having opened Pandora’s Box, she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to close it again.
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