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Lost in the Forest	By : amnimal Category: Pokemon > General Views: 46102 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: It's been a long time since I worked on this story. Candi? What was I thinking with that name? Embarrassing.

Candi sighed. She'd put it off long enough. The teen sat up in the tub, then groped a hand underwater between her legs. Finding the chain, she pulled the plug and let all the water drain out.
Standing up and drying herself with a white, soft towel, she felt incredibly relaxed, and cleaner than she had in days. After trekking around in the wilderness the past couple weeks, it felt nice to be back in civilization. Washing in a stream or lake was fine, it got you clean... but there was nothing like a real, modern bath. She hated to end it.
Candi left the bathroom, wrapping her towel around her sexy form as she did. Now that she had a bath, it was time for the second thing on her agenda: eating some food that didn't come from a can.
She glanced out her hotel window to see how dark the sky over the Saffron skyline was, then checked the time on her PokeGear. It was 8. A little late, but whatever, at least she'd miss the dinner rush.
The young trainer got dressed. However, one article of clothing she left behind: Her ball belt. When she was in a big city, she rarely brought her Pokemon around with her. Partially because of a lack of wild Pokemon and trainers itching for battle, but mostly because of the thrill it gave her to wander around at night with no way to protect herself.
Candi left her Poke Balls on her bed, then left.
...............
Candi had done research beforehand, and had picked a restaurant in the heart of the worst, most dangerous part of Saffron. The cabbie who drove her there asked if she wanted him to wait for her, but she told him she was planning to walk home. He warned her it was a bad neighborhood, but she simply paid him and sent him on his way.
Dinner was pretty good, not too greasy or anything. She left a pretty good tip, and began her walk home.
As she walked past darkened alleys and suspicious looking loiterers, the teen allowed her imagination to run wild. Every shadow had an attacker in it, a predator, about to get her. And she would have no way to defend herself. Whatever they had planned for her, whatever their whims were, she would have to abide by them.
She was getting pretty turned on. Alas, turned on was about the most she ever expected from these strolls, the world was really a lot safer than the news gave it credit for. The most that ever happened to her was being mugged for 15P back in Ecruteak. When she'd left the restaurant, she'd entertained the recurring 'Maybe I'll get lucky' thought, but with each passing block that seemed increasingly unlikely.
"Guess I'm not getting laid until I get back out in the wild." she muttered to herself. Oh well, she preferred Pokemon anyway. Humans were okay if they were rough enough, but... they rarely were.
Speaking of Pokemon, she just happened to see one down an alley she was passing. The alley was dark and she couldn't quite make out what type it was as it rooted through dumpsters for food. It ripped open plastic trash bags and devoured anything rotten enough to eat.
The force with which it pillaged the containers turned Candi on. 'I'd like him to rip into me that way.' she hungrily thought.
But Candi couldn't fuck a Pokemon in the city, where people could discover her... right? She looked around. There were a few people in the vicinity, but they didn't seem too concerned with her. Besides, anyone seeing her follow a Pokemon into a dark alley would logically assume she was going to try to capture it, not fuck it. The act of having sex with Pokemon was not something a normal person would ever imagine.
The girl made up her mind. She turned and headed down the alley. The creature glanced at her as she approached. It was about half her height, and seemed scared by her approach.
"Hey, don't be afraid, pal. I'm not gonna try to catch you." she said in a soothing voice. It didn't work. The Pokemon immediately dropped the piece of trash it was holding and slipped away, into an open manhole nearby.
Candi cursed. Just her luck. She didn't stop to consider what she should do next, she'd made up her mind and was going to follow through with her plan no matter what. Grabbing the rungs on the ladder built into the manhole's inner wall, she climbed down.
It was dark in the sewer, too dark to see. Candi's hand instinctively went to her waist to call out her Ampharos, but of course there was nothing there.
"Dammit." she said. Her voice echoed shallowly on the walls around her. She didn't have her backpack with her survival gear either. She could hear running water, but it sounded far away. This must have been some kind of maintenance tunnel.
There was also a smell, sharp and disgusting. But strangely, it wasn't the smell of sewage, it was the smell of garbage and pollution.
She patted her pockets, then sighed with relief. Fortunately, something had possessed her to pick up a lighter at the restaurant. She lit it and looked around.
It was a long, metal corridor with many side tunnels splitting off of it. The place was pretty dirty and scummy, with grime and rust covering the walls and the floor. There was no sign of what was causing the smell.
She decided to walk and hope she came across the Pokemon. She stuck to the main tunnel so she wouldn't get lost. She did her best not to touch anything; she'd just had a shower, after all. The further into the sewer she hiked, the worse the smell got. She pulled the neck of her shirt up to cover her nose, but it didn't do much against the strong odor.
As much as her surroundings made her want to gag, at the same time her pussy began to dampen, soaking her short shorts and sending streams of moisture down her thighs. It was really turning her on to be in such a disgusting place, surrounded by filth.
Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed a shadow dart down a narrow side corridor.
"Aha!" she whispered, dashing after it. The soles of her sneakers slapped against the moist floor as she broke into a full run.
After about 100 yards, the narrow corridor came to a dead end. There, against the wall, was a Grimer.
So this was where the smell was coming from. Up close, the Pokemon smelled even worse, and its looks were nothing to write home about, either. She felt filthy just being near it. Even if she'd had her Poke Balls with her, she wouldn't try to catch such a repulsive Pokemon.
But at the same time she thought this, she found herself wondering: What COULD she do with one? The thought of her, an attractive human female who'd been hit on by three different guys at dinner, lowering herself so far as to have sex with a puddle of sludge and refuse... If her level of horniness was high before, this fantasy made it mountainous.
But that was all it was, a fantasy. 'Even I've got standards.' she muttered to herself, turning around. It was going to be a long walk back up to the surface world.
She gasped. The tunnel leading back the way she'd come had disappeared, blocked by what seemed to be a massive wall of sludge. Upon closer inspection, she was shocked to see that it was actually a swarm of the sludge Pokemon. She had no idea they formed groups this large.
They didn't look happy to see her there.
"H-hey now." said Candi, taking a step back as the wall of Pokemon advanced towards her. "I wasn't gonna hurt your friend, don't worry..."
Each of the Pokemon was about waist height to her; even if they hadn't possessed any special powers they would still be a very threatening horde. The Grimer hemmed her back, step by step, until her back and butt touched the wall. 'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.' the teen thought.
Suddenly, the Grimer she'd followed shoved against her legs with its slimy little paws. In her shock and disgust, Candi dropped the lighter. It clattered onto the floor and its flame extinguished, plunging the room into darkness.
Candi fell silent. Terror seized her. She couldn't see a thing, there was absolutely no light down here. She could hear movement in the dark, and she turned her head towards the sounds even though there was nothing to see. The echoing disoriented her, leaving her with no idea where the Grimer were. She tried to calm her breathing in order to hear better, but this only fueled her panic.
And then, a loud squelch of movement as the Grimer finally charged her. A dozen pairs of tiny hands slapped moistly onto Candi's body. A shriek of terror pierced forth from her lungs. Any sympathetic ears were far away.
She was hurled roughly to the floor. Smashing against the concrete felt good, but this was no time for fun. This was a potentially deadly situation.
These Pokemon wouldn't eat her; their diet consisted mainly of garbage. But whatever they had planned for her (she had a rough idea), they were extremely toxic, and being in physical contact with them for too long could seriously endanger her health.
The slimy paws roamed over her, ripping off her top, pulling her shorts down her long legs and groping her anywhere they could. So many hands squeezing and manipulating her... She felt like she was being picked apart by vultures.
Her legs were forced open. She tried to get up, but two pairs of hands held her arms firmly, and another Grimer threw his weight onto her chest. She shuddered as she felt the slop that comprised his body ooze over her breasts.
“Please, please stop!” she begged, even though she knew it was no use trying to reason with them.
She felt a moist warmth on her inner thighs and squealed. Something firm, phallic, and dripping with grime slapped against her clean twat. A layer of sludge an inch thick dripped off it in heavy globs. The young trainer cringed. This disgusting beast was going to fuck her!
The Grimer adjusted its position a little, then pushed forward. She almost vomited as the dripping shaft squelched into her. At least she wouldn't have to worry about lubrication.
Its member didn't have the same feel as most dicks. It wasn't as rigid. While it was firm, it had more give than a regular cock. It was sort of soft and pliant, like a compacted wad of chewed gum. A truly horrible texture.
When he pulled back to begin his thrusts, he misjudged how slippery his mate had become and slid right out. His member thwapped against the outside of her pussy again.
This time, Candi couldn't feel any slime on it. The urge to vomit returned. He'd just cleaned himself off in her pristine chute.
Already, though, she could feel more slime secreting from it. He found her hole again and returned to her.
The small Pokemon was about five inches in length, not typically big enough to really excite her, but she was getting excited anyway. Something about letting this sludge heap dirty her up was really doing it for her. And heck, she couldn't escape anyway, might as well calm down and enjoy the ride like she usually did.
“Ohhh...” she moaned. “Go ahead, make me filthy... I'm a clean human, bring me down to your level, you sewer dwelling beast...”
She was beginning to feel a bit dizzy. The poison Pokemon's toxic excretions were working their way into her, through the walls of her vagina and the pores of her skin. Who knew what kind of germs and diseases this living biohazard was communicating to her.
Enjoying this was all well and good, but she had to remember the stakes, too. She couldn't let herself get too carried away; she had to keep looking for a chance to escape. If she couldn't... she might die here.
“Oh god, I might die.” she said into the darkness. Her voice was sultry as she said it, and her twat clenched excitedly at the words. The danger was just too juicy.
“Griii! Griii!” moaned the Grimer. She could feel him moving faster and faster, his slimy, acidic body rippling and sliding over her hips. In seconds, he'd be cumming inside her! She was thrilled, but terrified. She'd heard that a Grimer's trail makes ground unable to support life ever again. What would happen if some of his slime touched her womb? Or even worse, got inside it?
With a final thrust and bellow, the monster buried himself as deep into her human love tunnel as he could go. He came in thick, pulpy loads; one after the other.
“Oh yes! POLLUTE me!” the girl screamed, as toxic waste flooded her precious snatch. “That's so good! Ah! I'm gonna-”
She came. Her body trembled in the darkness as pleasure overtook her, her adrenaline and fear only feeding and amplifying the effect of her orgasm. “AAAAAAAHHNNNN!”
Satisfied, the Grimer pulled our of her. Without a second's respite, another one took his place. Before her orgasm had even finished fading, his cock gouged into her, eliciting a renewed moan from her soft, pretty lips.
She could already hear the others queueing up. 'Might as well get comfortable.' she thought.
One by one, the Grimer used the human as a dumping ground for their ejaculate. They dragged her through multiple orgasms, and by the time they were done her mind was immersed in a euphoric fog. To her relief, she hadn't felt any of their sperm enter her womb; maybe they just weren't big enough.
The subterranean air felt colder than before. She put a hand to the back of her forehead. Her temperature was going up. Sickness was already taking hold of her.
“Is... is that it?” she asked them, half-hoping she could leave, half-hoping some of them were ready for round two.
None volunteered, but even so, they did not free her. They kept her pinned, holding their weight steady. She realized they were being still and quiet, as though anticipating something. Her shaky breathing echoed in the dark tunnel; the only sound she could hear. What were they waiting for?
Wait, what was that? She strained her ears to hear. A quiet sound, but with a lot of strength, getting louder. Something moving in the tunnels. Something big.
The suspense wound her nerves tightly as the sound increased, and the thing got closer. She couldn't tell how far away it was. Maybe it was closer than she thought. Maybe it could already see her.
Even more noticeable than the sound, was the odor. If she thought the Grimer smelled bad, this was a hundred times worse. As it got stronger, she gagged and coughed, anything to keep it away from her sensitive lungs.
Fear started cutting away at her arousal. A survival instinct began to kick in. She struggled against the Grimer, but they wouldn't budge. Their slimy bodies secured her like rubber cement.
A loud slap told her that the beast was finally, truly there. She jumped at the sound, or at least, tried to.
The beast's voice announced its presence. “MUUUUUUUKKKKKK!” it bellowed.
The Grimer spread her legs wider, to make sure their leader had enough room to work. She was going to get raped again, by the biggest, most disgusting monster of the bunch... Candi's struggling became more and more half-hearted as she was tranquilized by her own arousal.
The Muk splatted his big, heavy cock against her dirtied slit. A quiver of excitement flashed through her. He felt much bigger than the Grimer, much thicker.
He leveled the grimy tip at her entrance, then bucked his way into her in a hard, solid motion.
“OHHHHHH!” she moaned. This cock was definitely more filling.
He fucked her roughly, his massive member opening her again and again. Each time he thrust in, his head beat fiercely against her cervical os. This made her nervous; if he came, his sperm would have no trouble reaching inside there...
Despite this concern, or perhaps because of it, she wrapped her arms and legs around his grimy body in encouragement. “That's it, keep going! Keep fucking me!” she shouted. “TAKE my superior human pussy, you lowly beast! Aaah! Aaah! So good!”
Muk moved even faster and harder, pounding away with full bestial strength, giving no regard to his small, fragile partner's safety. She felt so soft, so clean... not like other Pokemon, certainly not like other Muk. Plus, this creature was intelligent... she could use logic, she could communicate with words other than her name. But even though on some level he realized what a special treat she was, he didn't care; she was just another mate, no more, no less.
“Mukkk! MUKKK!” he shouted, bucking faster than ever.
Candi knew what he was about to do. She couldn't let him! She couldn't let him! But the risk, the threat... when she thought about how permanently she could be damaged, the thrill she received was too much to bear!
“Do it!” she screamed rapturously. “Shoot me full of your toxic cum! Bathe my cradle of life... IN LIQUID DEATH!”
He did it. With a mighty roar, he buried himself as deep into the girl as he would go. The tip of his cock jabbed against her tiny opening, and he let go. An explosion of fluid blasted into her deepest place, pillaging her undefended womb.
It flooded in like a burst dam, beating against her far wall and coursing down her fallopian tubes. She could feel her ovaries wilting as the poison washed over them.
“YES! OH GOD! YES! MAKE ME INFERTILE! RUIN ME FOREVER! MAKE ME PAY FOR THIS MOMENT OF BLISS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!” she screamed. She came hard, writhing with orgasm as her babies were killed in their bed.
The Muk kept cumming and cumming, pumping her pink, innocent quim with load after load of putrid sludge. She couldn't believe how much there was. As the flow slowly tapered to a thin trickle, then cut off all together, he extracted himself from her with a satisfied grunt.
As her orgasm faded, Candi realized she was still clutching the poison Pokemon. Stiffly, she uncoiled herself from him, then let her arms and legs drop limply to the cement floor. She was too exhausted to move.
She heard the Muk back away from her. What would become of her now? Now that they were all satisfied, would they let her return to the world above?
The teen could hear movement, and hurried chattering. It almost sounded as if they were arguing about something. She didn't like that.
Then, she heard and smelled the Muk's approach again, much quicker than before. She felt his big, slimy hands grab her around the upper arms, pinning them to her sides and lifting her up off the ground.
She kicked her legs frantically. She knew what this meant, but it was impossible! He couldn't actually want to... EAT HER! Grimer and Muk only ate trash!
Unless...
Despite the danger, she felt arousal blossom inside her yet again. Unless... that was how they saw her.
A gust of hot, fetid breath on her face told her that a broad mouth had opened.
'That's it.' she thought. 'I may be a human, a TRAINER of lesser creatures such as these, but to them, I'm garbage. They've used me, and now I'm ready for the scrap heap.'
She shook her head quickly, but it was hard to clear her feverish brain. No! She couldn't get turned on by this! Her life could end! She was only 16, she had her whole life ahead of her! Her entire future could be snuffed out like nothing! She had to find a way to escape!
Candi thrashed in the beast's huge hands. She planted a kick in his gelatinous body, which he simply laughed off.
Where could she hit him? Where was he vulnerable? As he brought her closer to his mouth, she realized. His eyes!
Pouring all her strength into her arm, she yanked it free. Before he could wrangle it, she curled her hand into a fist and swung it over her head. Splut. She hit his slimy face. Swing again! Again!
Finally, she hit something that was wet in a different way than the rest of him.
The monster howled in pain and dropped her to the floor. Candi didn't allow herself enough time to be surprised that her gambit had actually worked; she immediately stood.
Her legs wobbled. A wave of dizziness overtook her. Nausea roiled in her stomach. She could barely stand. Illness had almost completely incapacitated her by now.
The girl stumbled, and her sneaker hit something. The skittering sound of something small and plastic echoed around the room.
The lighter!
Candi staggered forward to where she heard it slide, and after a second's fumbling, she scooped it up. She was already running as she clicked it on, footsteps heavy and unbalanced.
Four clicks, five, then, flame! She took in the sight of the tunnel she was running down, then swung it behind her. She gasped.
There were so many. So many more than she'd thought she'd heard. Forty, maybe fifty. And in the middle of them all, looking furious, was the Muk.
And they were surprisingly fast.
She picked up the pace, running as fast as she could down the tunnel. She turned a corner, then another. Could she lose them?
No. Every time she looked back, there they were, pursuing their prey at full speed.
In her fear, she almost ran right by it. A ladder! She grabbed the rung, and her arms felt like noodles. She felt so weak, so sickly. She just wanted to curl up and sleep. But she couldn't. Her desperation pushed her on.
She climbed the ladder as fast as she could. There were tiny beams of light shining down through the holes in the manhole cover. Had she really been down here all night?
When she reached the cover, she pushed on it with all her might. Of course, there was no way she was going to move it.
“Help!” she screamed. “Heelllp!”
The Pokemon reached the bottom of the ladder, and looked up. Could they climb?
They began piling on top of each other. The next worst thing.
“HELP!” she panicked. “PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”
“Huh?! Is somebody down there?!” came a male voice from above.
“I'm in the sewer!” she screamed. “There's Grimer after me, HELP! HELP!”
“Okay! Okay, sure!” the guy replied. A change in his voice told her he was turning to shout away. “Hey, there's a girl trapped down here! Somebody give me a hand!”
The teen heard a scuffling above her, shouts, footsteps, a clink of metal on concrete. They were going to pry the lid. But louder than any of that, she heard the Pokemon's feverish breathing, their guttural growls of hunger. Louder, and getting louder still.
“Hurry! Please hurry!” she shouted.
And then, with a loud clank, the lid was flipped open. The teen had been in the dark for so long, the morning light blinded her. She couldn't see anything, but she could feel hands reaching down, curling under her arms to pull her up.
“You're okay, you're okay!” the voice shouted.
THWAP! Two strong, slimy paws clenched around her calves. She screamed and looked down. The Muk!
“Whoa! Something's got her!” shouted a voice.
“Pull! Pull her up!” shouted another.
They pulled. The rescuers at one end, the Muk at the dark, forbidding other. Candi felt like they were playing tug of war with her tired, aching body.
Chomp! The Muk's mouth closed around her legs.
“Oh!” she cried. To her horror, the sound was equal parts fear and excitement.
“Oh my god, it's trying to eat her!”
Her eyes finally began to adjust to the light. She looked down, and could see that everything from the knees down had disappeared into the hungry monster.
The Muk swallowed and bit again. This time, his sludgy lips closed all the way up to her waist. Her legs, hips, and pussy were completely embraced in sickly warmth.
“Ahhmmm!” she moaned. It felt... good!
“Don't give up! Pull harder!” panicked the man who pried the manhole cover. “One, two, three, PULL! One, two three, PULL!”
Thoughts raced through Candi's diseased, irrational mind. She was being eaten... She was going to die... Her young life was going to end.
But there was no panic. Only a rush.
“It's... it's okay.” whispered Candi hoarsely. Her eyes looked hazy and dead, and a delirious grin cracked her tired face. “Let me go...”
Her voice was lost over the shouting and panic of her rescuers.
“All your might, people!” shouted the guy. “One, two, three... PULL!”
And, with one mighty pull, Candi came free. She slid out of the Muk's throat and hit the pavement with a slimy plop.
Outside. Outside. Alive.
There was a clank and a shout as someone quickly replaced the manhole cover. The guy who discovered her bent over her.
“Oh my god... Kid, are you okay?”
All Candi could offer was a broken smile. “Yeah... I'm fine...”
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