Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

Pokemon ElectricYellow	By : microconj Category: Pokemon > General Views: 17678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor its characters and I make no profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
I don't own pokemon, and this isn't based on any real life persons. Any resemblance to any living, dead, or otherwise person is fictional and entirely made up by you, the reader. I don't make any profit from this story.

Warning: This is a story for adults. Whatever that means in your region/country, obey it. Or face the wrath of the Magikarp! (Yeah, I didn't think it was that bad at first, but it's the only pokemon I can catch now.)

Chapter Warnings: Okay, a little bit of everything here, and it's the longest chapter so far. Hetero bestiality/pokephilia, nudity, lesbian/yuri and straight human sex, anal, and female-on-female domination. There's also some waff in it, but not until later at the end.

AN: Hi, ppl, are you here for smut? I know I flaked out last time, but this has over ten pages of it, so be horny, my lovely internet. There is a recap in the first few pages, so, if you didn't do the assigned reading, you won't be in trouble.

I admit, Yellow is a dignified 'HO', but she still gets off nearly every chapter, and this is one of them.

If you notice I call Andrea and Oliver, 'Bug trainers', it's because they aren't 'Bug catchers'. They don't go around whining when they lose, (Andrea would rather dominate the winners), and they don't use Butterfree nets. They are Hot!, and those wimps just... aren't.

Second Warning: Because I love your innocence and childlike qualities, be 18, or risk tumbling yourself down a bad rabbit hole that hasn't been washed of people's sins since Alice waz here (the first time the bitch fell, not the newer ones).

Pokemon Electric Yellow

Chapter 7: Working the bugs out

Or: Getting kinky with it

            "Alright, Caterpie, do it! Finish it up with a Tackle." The bug catcher yelled to the green pokemon, unaware Pikachu wasn't remotely close to 'finished'. The bug type launched itself into the air, straight to the yellow mouse pokemon, but Pikachu dodged easily and a Thunder Wave rippled out of him, paralyzing the green bug. The Caterpie barely had enough time to turn towards Pikachu, before it jolted and a few sparks crackled from its body.

            "Alright, Pikachu... Finish this kid off with a Thunder Shock." Yellow said, almost bored with how easy this was. Pikachu bent inward, clutching his paws tightly, and built his power up. His cheeks sparked, as he yelled a second later and let the attack go. The bright ball of lightning sped across the ground, threatening to end abruptly if it ever crashed into the dirt. It hit the Caterpie and knocked it back, sending it rolling three times where it stopped at the base of a tree. The pokemon's eyes were closed and rolling in their sockets.

            "No! Caterpie!" The bug catcher yelled as he ran to it. He fell to his knees, scraping them, and cradled the bug gently. "Hey, you're going to be fine. Who's my big, bad bug?" He said, as he held the Caterpie up. It had recovered from the knockout, but was still bleary eyed and woozy, although a little happier, now that it was with its trainer. The kid, Ian, held up his pokeball and returned it, the red beam swallowing up the bug type. "I guess you won." He said sadly, as if Yellow just said he'd never amount to anything.

            The bug catcher was wearing the outfit that all these kids seemed to be wearing; Loose fitting shorts made of thin material, a thin, white tank top that let them deal with the heat of the forest, and a wide-brimmed hat that kept the sun out of their faces. Some of them wore backpacks, but most of them had a fanny pack around their waist. And all of them had a net strapped to their back, as if at any moment they could reach up and wield it like a sword. Ian looked a little younger than the other five she'd battled already, maybe 13 years old. He was shorter than the rest, and was probably told countless times by them that he'd fail. She felt a little sorry for him.

            When he challenged her, she thought he was either going to cry, attempt to forfeit right before Pikachu struck the final blow, or reject any advice she had on battling when she beat him. He was just so loud when he demanded the battle, like he knew he'd win with his bug, and Yellow wanted to shove his face in the dirt. Even though this was an outcome she hadn't thought of, she admired and respected him for building up his pokemon and for treating it nice. One of the other bug catchers had kicked his Metapod when it was literally down, and she told Pikachu to shock him. He had done it with glee.

            She looked at Ian, determining he was worth the compliment, and said, "Hey, don't get too upset. You kept Pikachu on his toes the whole time." He beamed and she inwardly smiled. She figured a little white lie wouldn't hurt, especially when technically Pikachu battles on his toes all the time, but Pikachu knew the difference and looked offended. She glanced to him and parted her lips, slipping her tongue out to lick her top lip slowly. Pikachu got the message; if he shut up and took one for the team, she'd take one from him.

            "Thanks, I guess I am pretty good. Maybe with a little practice, I'll beat you?" He said, looking at Pikachu as if he were some small hill he had to climb. Pikachu grumbled, willing to let the comment slide, but Yellow disagreed.

            "I don't think you can ever handle Pikachu, Ian. He's too good." As if to emphasize that point, Pikachu's cheek glands gave a few sparks. "But if you do good, keep treating your pokemon like friends, and maybe catch some pokemon not of this forest, you'd be able to beat dozens of trainers." She praised him, looking down to him like a little brother you can't help but root for. She knew that's how Garret's older sister, Daisy, used to look at him, when he was still in Pallet.

            "Yeah, I saw some trainers earlier who went to the Safari Zone and caught these great bug pokemon. They were so dangerous looking." He said, livening up, as he talked about the new pokemon. "One was green and didn't have hands, and the other had these two giant spikes on its head. They knocked out Caterpie in seconds. Watch out for them." He turned around and walked away, pulling his net off his back and beginning a sting of weird noises, like he was calling for bug types.

            Yellow looked down to Pikachu, who looked ready for that promise from earlier to be fulfilled. "You know we can't do that now, but in a half hour, we'll get to it." She reached her arm down, so he could jump to her shoulder. She still hadn't put any panties on under her skirt, and the constant breeze, combined with the rise in temperature going on since morning, all aroused her. It felt like someone teasing her, and she was as impatient as Pikachu to get some alone time.

            Both the sixteen year old and the yellow pokemon had a lot to think about though, with how much had happened since they started their journey. Three days in and Yellow already had a list of small crises. Fleeing a storm of Spearow, becoming pokephiles, and fighting a swarm of Beedrill were all the highlights. It was a dangerous thing, life as a trainer. Yellow had a feeling it was like school though. 'It will dominate and overwhelm me immediately, but once I live it enough, I'll find my way around.'

            It helped they met friends along the way too. They met Ian, who Yellow thought was sweet, but didn't think she'd like traveling with a kid who was like a little brother. The other bug catchers were all mean and mad at the world for looking down on bug types. Ian wasn't the only friend though. They now had the phone numbers of two people who were both pokephiles.

            Sammy was a seductress dressed in blue for her lifelong mate Kingston, the Nidoking, and she also loved her Nidoran�Š, Missy. Yellow knew she was going to call them, as soon as the video phone in the Pewter City Pokecenter was available. The couple was charming and caring, with a streak of lust and exhibitionism that Yellow admired, but she would always remember Sammy, because she introduced Yellow and Pikachu to pokephilia and bi-sexuality. Now Yellow wouldn't ever be able to forget her.

            The other friends were Cody and his pokemon, Star, an adorable Eevee. The two had been unrequited lovers for a while, and Yellow and Pikachu had helped them over their emotional hurdles. They also survived the Beedrill swarm attack together that almost killed them. Cody had to take Star to the Pokecenter after she was poisoned though, so he told Yellow they'd stay home and catch up later. She intended to call them, before calling Sammy on the video phone.

            A pokemon journey is more than just friends though, and Yellow and Pikachu learned about that enough. A trainer needs to work together with their pokemon to deal with problems, and pokemon are supposed to trust their trainers. However, some don't always feel the trainer's are right or worthy for that trust. For whatever reason he disobeyed her, when Pikachu defied Yellow's order, he'd accidentally made the Beedrill swarm a lot deadlier. After listening to Yellow they'd won, and now Pikachu knew not to question her in the heat of battle.

            As they walked, the electric type kept humming into her ear and licking her cheek, making it that much harder to not pull her clothes off for him. Her legs had a clear trail of her juices running down them and the added wetness made it even harder to concentrate, when the light wind blew across her damp petals, even if that mental power was to make her legs move.

            They only went on for another five minutes, before she was setting her backpack down and pulling her shirt over her head. "Pika!" The yellow mouse pokemon exclaimed, excited about seeing her small C-cup breasts, even if in her bra. Her nipples were tenting the fabric, making two of the Sunflora faces poke out, and he giggled as he rubbed them.

            She was about to moan and unclip her bra, when she heard someone approaching. "Pikachu, quiet." She whispered to him, crouching down behind a tree and pulling her shirt back on. Pikachu joined her, but didn't have the same discipline as her when it came to stopping during tense moments. The tongue lapping at her core drove her up the tree, and soon she had to fight to hear over her barely concealed breaths, which sometimes caught in her throat and threatened to become audible moans.

            "This is a good spot to practice, Oliver." A female voice said to someone, and the sound pierced Yellow's lust-hazed mind. She didn't look around the tree yet, but she could hear they were just on the other side of it.

            "Are you sure, babe? I don't know if Chase and Crush will be able to fight the same on a level street if we practice on unsteady ground." A male's voice this time, presumably Oliver's, but Yellow couldn't care if it was a tree talking, because Pikachu's tongue was now digging deeper into her warm, tight pussy, drinking her nectar. She tried to say something to him, but no thoughts entered her mind, and she was certain if she did open her mouth, moans would be the only things coming out.

            "No, this clearing is pretty flat. I think we'll be fine." The female said with authority.

            Yellow heard them moving some things around, probably setting up their campsite, and then she heard the release of their pokemon.

            "Scyther!"

            "Pinsir!"

            "Okay, boys, we're going to train here today." The female said. Her disembodied voice lowered in volume, as Yellow heard her move somewhere farther away.

            "And try to use the surroundings in the battle. Even if we do this in town, we can always offer this at a Pokecenter off the main road." The male, Oliver, said in the same floating way the girl's voice had. They both seemed to be moving farther, so Yellow turned to her left and looked around the tree she was leaning on and watched their fighting, in case they ended up attacking the tree and hitting her.

            The clearing was small, about the size of a pool, and only the center had clear sunshine flooding in, with the rest darkening in shadows. In the clearing were a fold-up plastic chair, a small wooden stool, and a collapsible cardboard table with a metal framework. She could just barely make out the two pale, white faces in the far end of the shadows. One was a tall male, who was muscular enough to play on a sports team, although she doubted he was on one, since he was here to practice battling. The woman was just as muscular, despite being half a foot shorter than the man, and Yellow had a thought that maybe these two practiced battling with their pokemon. The image alone made more juice for Pikachu.

            The two pokemon in the center of the clearing were unique to the Safari Zone, and Yellow knew these two must've been who Ian was talking about. One was green, standing five feet tall on two legs, and lean looking, as if he could move faster than the eye could follow. He had a pair of cream colored wings on his back, resembling fans, and although they looked like they could Fly, she knew they couldn't. Two giant, curved blades replaced his forearms and hands, and Yellow couldn't imagine how he picked up things. Although he was a bug type, the shape of his head reminded her of a reptile. She heard of Scyther and how they were respected as great swordspersons, able to defeat many foes in duals, and thought he definitely counted.

            The other pokemon was clearly a bug type as well, having a wide, brown, hard carapace with bumps and ridges covering him. His arms were long, thin, and weak-looking, but his legs were short and sturdy, muscular enough to hold his broad body. His mouth was different though; instead of the jaws opening up and down like usual, they moved side to side, and he had sharp, pointed teeth. When she looked at both pokemon next to each other, they were the same height, but that was because of the brown one's giant horns. They were white, each a foot long, and studded with small spikes. As Yellow watched, several times the horns snapped closed on reflex, making a harsh, but dull thud, and she knew he fought others by squeezing those vicious appendages on his helpless prey. She knew he was a Pinsir.

            The two pokemon stretched a bit, flexing muscles and releasing tension, and the Scyther started going into a deadly dance, swinging his arm blades in arcs. The teenager could hear the thin, whistling noise, as the scythes sliced through air. The Pinsir started doing similar exercises with his horns, chopping them closed and snapping them open. He seemed to have total control of the appendages, as she saw how he was able to manipulate them to bend forward and backward, as if he was able to pick up things behind him. Following what must've been a scheduled amount of warm-up time, the two stopped and the woman started talking.

            "In the time of old Kanto, there lived a well-trained samurai." The woman said in a serene voice. It was more than a speaking voice though, as it carried to the far reaches of Yellow's soul, and she knew these people weren't here to practice battling. As she continued talking, the two savage looking bug types took to their rehearsed roles. The Scyther began weaving his blades in simple, yet elegant patterns, as if practicing the art his character was so lethal in and revered for. The Pinsir just stepped back and sat down on the chair, waiting for his cue to jump in.

            "In the heart of Fuchsia city, the birth place of Ninjitsu and Jujitsu, he resided as the leader of a town. Someone they could look up to when needing solace, he was wise and gentle, but at the same time just and vindictive. His people saw no bloodshed as long as he lived there, for no one wanted to invade a town, or commit unspeakable wrongs, with his blade as the repercussion."

            "This peace lasted for years, long enough for people to celebrate him as their hero and leader, the one who vanquished any and all challenges of that peace. It was a quiet and simple time, enjoyed by the town's people both young and old. The days were often filled with the sounds of farming equipment being used to harvest the town's food, as well as the sounds of the many pokemon living on the farms. There was never any doubt in any visitor's mind that this place was something needing preserved. The greetings said by content and blissful inhabitants, and the breathy moans of lovers uttered in the middle of the night, and even the gleeful cries of happy children after their learning was through all declared the town a constant entity, as thriving and vital as the ocean lapping at the banks of the town's southern edge."

            "In addition to the Samurai's responsibilities of watching over the town, he soon married the young sweetheart he had met and courted in his adolescence, only to lose her to a rival so long ago. She was the Leppa of his eye, and after meeting again after so many years of absence, they took to each other like the teenagers they once were, falling over their words and listening to the other's dreams the way only the smitten and in love can."

            Yellow listened to the story, the voice and words transporting her back to a long ago time, and the Scyther's actions made her forget she was in the middle of the Viridian Forest, eavesdropping on a rehearsal of a performance put on by people that were probably respected for their craft, while being eaten out by her Pikachu. His tongue was probing her, digging in her tunnel, to the point that she knew the shape of the wet muscle would be engraved on her walls for a week. She couldn't stop the pleasurable torture though, as he was biting her petals warningly whenever she tried to reach down and push him away, and she didn't know how long she could hold her orgasm in.

            "They soon had a daughter that the Samurai and the Lady raised into a healthy, flourishing young woman. Together, the Samurai and the Lady made sure that their daughter knew what to do when the peace would eventually end, whether by mere age, or by something far more sinister. They were confident that she would continue on their legacy, being trained by her father and taught the world's knowledge by her mother. It was one fateful encounter with a traveling stranger that threatened not only the peace of the town, but the lives as well."

            The Pinsir entered the 'stage' then, replacing the Scyther, as he worked a similar routine. He didn't slowly or gently sway in the wind like the green pokemon did, but he used his horns to threaten and terrorize anyone who would've been sitting in the front of the audience. His horns clamped shut and opened fast, startling even Yellow, who was safe behind the tree. He trampled around all over the grass, leaving slight footprints in his wake, and he tossed his head, making a show of his strength, by uprooting small shrubs and scraping grooves into the bark of the trees. The Scyther was off to the side now, sitting at the same chair the Pinsir had used.

            "The Stranger was a savage man, taking what he wanted from the town and never leaving payment or gratitude to the people who worked hard for it. They would've gladly shared with him, but when he started beckoning the women to where he was staying, a few miles away from the town, the people watched him more closely. As expected, when he was through with the women, he put them outside and made them fend for themselves, making them walk home in the cold of night. They always ended up back to their homes afterward, crying from the pain and humiliation he caused them with his actions."

            Yellow could feel the edge looming so close, she could nearly see it. Pikachu had started giving her little shocks, surges directly to her clit that kept her teeth on her lip and her lungs constantly aching for her to moan. The throbbing in her pussy intensified every time she batted her hand down to him, his little teeth nipping her now as pleasurable as his tongue. She knew she was going to cum soon, but she didn't want to face it yet. She wasn't sure how this group would feel about a teenage girl having an orgasm while they performed.

            "It was the morning after one of these nightly trysts that the Samurai finally confronted the Stranger." The woman continued, her voice as regal as before.

            The Samurai got up and walked over to the other man, folding his arms behind his back and bowing to him. The Stranger, in turn, bowed to the Samurai, although only enough to acknowledge and appease the town leader. The Stranger was ducking his head and pawing at invisible things in his hands, as if in the middle of eating when the man decided to talk.

            As he waited for the Stranger to eat, the Samurai sat down next to him, quietly folding his legs for a more comfortable sit. It appeared he was going to meditate, until the man was done with his stolen food and they could talk. When the Stranger was done with his food, he threw the imaginary bowl away, probably aiming for the woman who was sleeping with him that night. He turned to the Samurai and eyed him, deciding what kind of man he was and if he could take him in a fair fight. Having decided, the Stranger opened his mouth to talk.

            Now, unless their trained by people or themselves, pokemon can't usually speak the human language, but when the Pinsir playing the Stranger started talking, Yellow almost lost hold of orgasm. As it was, she could only hold on another moment. Standing in the shadows next to his colleague, the man, Oliver, had started providing the voice for the Pinsir actor.

            "You are the leader of this town, are you not?" His voice was gruffer than earlier, when Yellow heard him talk, and she thought it fit the Pinsir well. It was when the Scyther opened his mouth, that the teenager lost it, her orgasm rushing over her in an intense wave that blotted out everything, turning her vision white and her hearing to nothing.

            Because she'd been holding on for a few minutes and pushing her boundaries, the sensation totally overwhelmed her and she was putty in its clutches. It felt like swirling pools of pleasure and pain were mixing and coursing through her veins, crashing together to form something more consuming than both, and she was drowning in the center of each one. Just as she was filled to the point she was going to break, she felt the pressure leave through the ends of her limbs, escaping any way it could. She lost feeling and couldn't tell if she was leaning on the tree still, or had fallen over, but it felt like she was transported to another place entirely, devoid of reason and sanity. Her heart beat a loud pulse too fast, and it was the first thing she heard when the feeling and sense came back to her body. The second was the woman's voice.

            "Hey, can you hear me, Bitch?"

            She wasn't sure if she heard right, and if she did, she wanted to appear to have a backbone, even when her whole body was limp. "What?" She said, and brief pain twinged her throat, telling her she had just cum way too loudly. She looked up, after realizing she fell to the ground on her knees and was looking at a chunk of moss.

            The woman was standing over her, smirking with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Now that Yellow could see her in the light, she saw the woman was only several years older than her, maybe in her early twenties, and she was cute, although the scowl and anger in her eyes hid it for the most part, morphing it into something sexual. She didn't know if the coquettish look was because of the angry emotion hiding the cuteness, or if she was thinking dirty thoughts. Yellow admitted briefly that she didn't mind if they were dirty thoughts, if they were about her.

            Lavender colored hair flowed in a wavy pattern to her perky B-cup breasts, but Yellow saw a flick of black hair under the lavender bangs and she guessed that was her real hair color. She was muscular enough for Yellow to admit she was a little intimidated by her. She remembered her earlier thought, that these two people trained by battling their pokemon, and she thought this woman could do it and maybe even win in a fair fight.

            She was wearing what Yellow guessed was the girl version of a bug catcher's outfit, and she had to say it didn't look that bad. A black tank top and short, white cotton shorts emphasized her sleek and toned muscles well, and her legs were tanned to a honey color all the way to her white tennis shoes. Probably in spite of the stupid wide-brimmed hats Yellow came to know and loathe, the woman wore a white visor, and it appeared it did the job of keeping the sun out of her eyes. She definitely liked the female version of the bug catcher outfit over the male version.

            She sneered at Yellow, as she said, "I said, 'Can you hear me, Bitch'? 'Cause I think your Pikachu just licked you to oblivion." She giggled and bent low to the teen girl's face. "I just love it when a beautiful girl like you cums, but I hate it when it's not because of me." Her bottom lip jutted out for a second, before she smirked.

            She reached down to Yellow's skirt, where Pikachu was now waiting nervously to see what was going on. The woman grabbed the hem and flipped it up, sighing, as she saw the younger girl's wet and open petals. Yellow knew she had squirted and her face flushed, as she realized the woman could see it all down her thighs and soaked into the ground beneath her. "Oh, so cute! I'm gonna just eat you up."

            "Hey, Andrea, what did you find?" The man came walking into Yellow's field of vision and wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. He was about as old as the woman, and he was taller than Andrea, by half a foot, but she didn't seem unnerved by it. If anything, Yellow saw the sleek woman push into her boyfriend's hard body. He was just as muscular as her, but his body language didn't make it obvious, like her subtly tensing legs and arms. Yellow almost thought Andrea was showing off for her benefit, but there was no need, as she was already enthralled with the older woman.

            Despite being half a foot taller and obviously strong enough to bend the shorter woman under his will, he seemed to be the one following her command, happily so, and his smile grew when he looked down at Yellow. His face was nice to look at, but it wasn't something special. His nose was appropriately thin for his thin face, angling down at forty-five degrees and ending in a slight point.

            He wore a pair of thin rimmed glasses, that made him look as if he grew up reading and studying hard, until he had a growth spurt and became hot. His eyebrows were two thin lines of brown, and his eyes were a slightly grayish-green color that reminded Yellow of lightly frosted grass at sunrise. His lips were full and she wanted to see what they tasted like, but that would've been bad, because this Andrea was watching intently at how Yellow was staring at her man.

            His attire surprised Yellow. Since he was a male in the Viridian Forest and had a bug type, she assumed he'd be dressed like those whiny wimps from earlier, but he was actually stylish, like his girlfriend, at least with how good he could look in shorts and a tank top. He wore a dark gray tank top, his tan arm muscles showing, making the teen girl want to wrap her hand around them to see if her fingertips would touch, and his shorts were a blue, almost silky-looking material, and his tennis shoes were black. He also wore a visor, but in black, and it was pushed to the side. The same honey-colored tan that was on Andrea's legs was on his own, and his muscles looked like he could hold Yellow up and fuck her standing up for as long as he wanted. The thought sent a burst of arousal to her wet pussy.

            "Look, I found a slut. Can I keep her?" Andrea said mockingly, as if Yellow couldn't hear her. She found she didn't like the thought that this outrageous, cute, and obviously sexy woman could disregard her so easily.

            "I don't know, Andrea, do you think you're up to giving her more orgasms than she can handle, and can you keep her tight body full of cum?" He asked, and Yellow realized they weren't kidding that time. They were really talking about the teenage girl they just met, as if they found a new cum dumpster. For some reason, the thought didn't revolt Yellow.

            "You know we're up to the challenge, Oliver. What do you say? Want to fuck her wet mouth in? I can tell she has a thing for you." Andrea bent down and grasped Yellow's chin in her fingers. "Hey, Slut, what do you say about being my and my boyfriend's cum dump? We'll even let you lick the spoon." She laughed then, and the sound was severe and beautiful at the same time. Still enjoying her joke, Andrea turned and pressed her lips to Oliver's, and the two passionately made out, until Yellow's response made them blink and separate.

            She wasn't sure what made her say it, but the thought of two incredibly hot people, and maybe even their handsome pokemon, totally dominating her for their amusement sent a shiver down her spine that she loved. She also wanted to make this woman proud for some reason. "Yes, I'll be your cum dump." Her voice was so solid and confident, she didn't know who said it at first, because even though her libido had spoken for her, her mind was still a little scared by this woman. She grew more scared when Andrea and Oliver looked at her in a new light and she had to quickly add, "But just for a little while."

            "Pikachu?" The mouse pokemon standing at Yellow's side looked up at her, a question in his eyes, but Yellow disregarded his worried face.

            Andrea started to giggle, apparently thinking she heard wrong, but with one look at Yellow's face, she knew she was serious. "Okay, now that's different." She turned to her boyfriend, who also had a similar look of misgiving, and something in the woman's eyes made him speak up.

            "Well, we had fun that one time with Emily, why not with her?" His gaze slid over to Yellow and she felt her face flush, as she puffed her chest out a little, hoping to entice them more. "What's your name, pet?" He asked and she blushed even darker, trying to remember her name. It was like trying to remember if she left her phone in the pocket of her pair of jeans running in the washing machine.

            "Y-Yellow, sir." She said, and the steel in her voice was gone, replaced by a quavering tremble that made his smile falter.

            "Yellow, you've never done this before." It wasn't a question, but Yellow nodded anyway. "But you want to be our sex slave, a slut who'll do anything her masters' want, even letting them cum in her tight pussy and ass?" This time, Yellow couldn't hold back a moan, as she shivered and her nipples hurt, as they got even harder and rubbed against her bra.

            "Look at her. The Slut's getting off on hearing you talk that way, Oliver. Fuck, I want to try her out." Andrea said her smile shining, as she leered at the brunette. She slid her hand to her waist and slipped her thumbs in her shorts.

            "Wait, do you have a cock?" Yellow asked the woman, not understanding them when they kept saying, 'them' and 'they' would 'fill her with cum'. She wouldn't freak out if she did, but it intrigued her. The thought of a woman, so utterly feminine in every aspect but one, sporting a manly cock in her tiny shorts, sent a jolt of arousal to her lower lips.

            "No, but I do have a pussy that squirts cum all over pretty little faces like yours." Andrea said, maybe a little sadly at first, as if she would like to wield a cock of her own to debase her slut. She pulled her shorts down, showing the sixteen year old her puffy pussy.

            Due to the contrast of the tanned skin of her thighs and waist and the pale skin of her hips and groin, Andrea almost looked like she was untouched down there, or at least more pure, but the dewy moisture told otherwise. She was mostly shaven, except she had groomed two curves out of her black hair above her slit. It took a moment to see them as Pinsir horns, and she giggled when she noticed. Aside from her inner labia slipping out a little, her whole pussy looked tight and red.

            "Hey, Yellow?" Oliver said, and she realized she had been staring at the treat presented before her. Her mouth was salivating and she licked her lips. "You get off on women too. Good to know." He said, as he dipped his hand down to his girlfriend's folds and stuck his finger in deep. He pulled it out, the digit covered in her thick, clear fluid, and held it for Yellow, who took it instantly and swirled her tongue around his fingertip, not stopping until well after the woman's juices were gone.

            "And how do you feel about pokemon cock? We know you'll let them lick you, but what about their dicks?" Andrea asked, pointing to Pikachu, who had had an erection since before Yellow let him slip under her skirt to give her oral. He was standing next to Yellow, clutching her skirt, and he looked nervous.

            Yellow brightened up when she noticed Pikachu was still erect. "I loved it when he fucked me. I came so hard." Pikachu smiled and looked to his feet shyly.

            "Good, suck him, Slut." Andrea said, pointing to Pikachu, as she rubbed her pussy.

            Yellow greedily went to it, her eyes lighting up as she bent over more, already on her knees and now balancing herself on her elbows. She stretched her tongue out and licked it up Pikachu's length. He was covered in saliva in seconds, but Yellow wasn't doing this to cover him. This was a mission Mistress had given her. The thought made her horny all over again, and she could feel the slight breeze in the forest brushing her wet pussy. As she reached her right hand between her legs, she felt a strong hand in her hair.

            "You are not to touch yourself. Do you understand me, Cunt?" Andrea said holding down her head, as Pikachu's three inch member stuck in her mouth. She remembered the thought she had when she was with Sammy, about wishing for a big member, like Kingston's, and she moaned, imagining it was down her throat.

            She could feel the tingling precum entering into her throat and couldn't wait for his cum, already savoring the electric jolts that she'd experience. She moaned on purpose, trying to tell her new mistress she understood, but when Andrea pulled her brunette strands up, hurting Yellow and pulling her off her pokemon's cock, she looked into the dominating woman's face. Andrea was beautiful like this, the features that made her cute accentuated by the arousal and hostility from controlling someone she deemed so unworthy of her time.

            Yellow felt herself nod and simply say, "I won't touch myself, Mistress." The surge of fluid her pussy squeezed out at the sentence surprised her, and she groaned from the sensation.

            "God, I can't believe we found such a good slut, and in Viridian Forest of all places. And she's not a stupid bug catcher." Andrea said, as she pushed down Yellow's smiling, blushing face to Pikachu's dick again. Her lips wrapped around his hard shaft to again coax his release out, only with more vigor.

            "Yeah, she's really something." She heard Oliver say. She felt Andrea's hand leave her hair, and she inwardly sighed with relief. She didn't like her hair being pulled so hard. The woman was walking behind her now and she was sure she was going to be plugged up by her fingers, or a surprise dildo. That sent another surge of lust through her young body, and she nearly ran her hand to her pussy, before coming to her senses and just clenching her fists.

            "Hey, you don't get to have sex with her holes, Oliver. I'm the only one who gets that delicious cock of yours." Andrea ruled, revealing her softer side, although Yellow had no doubt that the softer side could still ram a rubber cock up her soaking pussy.

            "I know, Mistress, but I will still enjoy watching her get fucked by Chase and Crush. And I am still allowed to bury this delicious cock in her throat, right?" Oliver replied, shedding a little light on their relationship. Apparently, when Yellow wasn't the dominated slut of the month, Oliver was being told how and when to fuck his girlfriend.

            Knowing she was going to get pounded by the Scyther and Pinsir though, her mind went on a short trip to the future, envisioning the hard, green length thrusting into her pussy, while the Pinsir's hard, brown length would fire into her ass and make her groan in mixed pain and pleasure.

            She was just about to release Pikachu and demand to be fucked hard, when she felt his little yellow dick jerk on her tongue and heard him call out, like he was afraid for his life, but they all knew he was afraid of her wet orifice being pulled away from his dick, before he filled it with his cum.

            "Mmm..." She moaned, as she felt the first burst of electric type cum splattering the back of her throat. It shocked her down to her toes and she could feel it joining the arousal at her core to make it stronger. Another shot jetted out of the end of the cock, and she remembered more came out after that, so she went about making room for it. Her throat worked, as she swallowed the slightly bitter and tingling saltiness. Ever since she had given Garret his first blowjob, she liked the taste of cum. It wasn't purely the taste that she liked, but the satisfaction that she made it come forth. Or maybe she just really liked the taste?

            She finished, rubbing her tongue and working her full lips flush against his base to milk him of every last, delicious drop. By the time he was just eking out drips onto her tongue, he had fired several shots and dribbled a few into her mouth. She swallowed one last time, savoring it and licking her lips with a bright smile, as she sat up on her legs. She felt very satisfied and knew she looked like a true slut.

            Pikachu wobbled backward and sat down, hard. She giggled, as several sparks emanated from his cheeks, as he grunted. "My god, you killed him with love, Slut." Andrea walked over and grasped Yellow's chin, getting down on her own knees, and opened her mouth by squeezing her jaw. It hurt, and Yellow would've gladly done it if asked, but she realized that Mistress got off on this, and she wanted her to be happy, so, she wanted this too, for the time being.

            "Did you swallow all his cum, Bitch? Did you take every last drop, like the good cum dumpster you are?" Before Yellow could answer, or before Mistress released Yellow's jaw enough for her to answer, she pressed her mouth to her open mouth, and her wet tongue stretched in and swept every corner clean. If she didn't swallow every drop, which was unlikely, then Andrea just finished the job.

            "Good, Slut. I guess I won't have to spank you." She said, as she got up, although she had a look in her eyes that said she just might anyway. Yellow secretly hoped she would, and it surprised her how she was getting into this. "Now, retrieve your pokeball." When Yellow didn't even hear her at first, as the thought of a pokeball for Pikachu was so foreign it didn't need to be registered, even though she'd just received him in a pokeball three days ago, Andrea bent down again and gripped her chin like earlier, but this time hard, hurting her.

            "I gave my Slut an order and she didn't do it. Do you know how that looks to all these people you're performing for?" She said, waving her other hand over Yellow's head and back. She said it with such seriousness, that Yellow half expected to see a group of horny bug catchers standing behind her, jerking their mediocre lengths to the sight of her humiliation. For some reason, her pussy lubed up even more. Apparently, she'd taken too long to answer a question. There were so many, she was starting to loose track of them. Andrea drew her hand back and slapped the teen's face, making her bite her tongue.

            "Cunt, you disobey me once, but then you stare directly at me and decide not to answer my important question. What if that had been to save my life? What if I had to provide some gunman with the answer on how my lack of control looks to an audience? I'd be dead right now, and it'd be your fault, Whore!" Andrea was starting to get red in the face, and not from arousal or from embarrassment. Her lavender bangs were sweaty, but there was more of that black hair sticking out of the bottom, and Yellow realized the lavender hair down to her B-cups was a wig.

            "Whoa, Andrea, calm down. She's new to this, remember? She doesn't know to answer every little rhetorical question." Oliver said, rubbing Andrea's forearm, causing her to slowly release her crippling hold on Yellow's chin. Immediately, the brunette looked behind her and almost cried, as she saw the tree and the surrounding forest around her. Her Mistress had been joking about the people they were performing for.

            She turned back to the two bug trainers, but they were now kissing passionately again. She bit her lip, as she felt her arousal, which had only increased during the 'interrogation', flood her system. This time, she let it flow into her core and deal her a massive orgasm. All the tingles and pulses counted up and she felt her pussy walls squeeze on nothing, expelling globs of her white cum from her lower lips. Her mouth went slack and her tongue hung out a little, dripping a string of saliva to the forest floor. She closed her eyes as she moaned long, low, and loud.

            When she regained her bearings and her eyelids lifted, she was still next to the two trainers, on her knees, but she didn't see Pikachu. "Wha... where's... where's Pikachu?" She asked in a quiet voice. She looked around, hoping she didn't have to find some old man again to heal him again. She only saw Oliver, a sad and sorry look on his face, and Andrea, a smirk on hers and a happy glow in her eyes. She was tossing a pokeball up and catching it when it came down. "You didn't?" Yellow asked, worried over how Pikachu would react to her when she let him out later.

            She caught the pokeball in her hand and looked down at it, as if she'd just realized it was in her hand. "Oh, my, Pet, it seems I accidentally returned your little mouse. I guess I got tired of waiting for you to do what I asked." She went to Yellow's backpack, which was still sitting on the ground where she left it, and set it in. She zipped it closed and sighed, flashing a devious smile, before straightening up and leaning into Yellow's face. "Now, when I tell my Pinsir and Oliver's Scyther to fuck you as hard... and as long... and as fast... as they can, your little Pikachu won't be able to stop them when they get too rough." She patted the teenager's head and walked behind her, slapping her ass once. It stung, but with how sensitive her body was from her recent orgasm, she bit her lip, as another wave of arousal splashed down.

            "What do you mean, Mistress? Why would you let them hurt me and be too rough?" She asked, genuinely curious, but also a little scared. The change from Andrea's happy self to her new bad self was troublesome. Yellow didn't know if she could trust them anymore. She heard some sounds, not sure what they were, but she saw Oliver shaking his head and smiling slightly.

            "I can't believe you're gonna film this, Andrea. It's not enough we get the memories of fucking her, but you want to watch her debasement whenever you want?" He walked out of her vision and Yellow had a brief moment of panic, brought on by a barely restrained want to bolt right then and the humiliation she'd feel if the video ever went public. She kept it down though, and held her body still, even as her mind warred with itself.

            She was deciding on either running, or enduring whatever Mistress had in mind, but her choices were taken from her when a long, hard, throbbing cock was drilled into her soaking wet pussy without warning. It didn't get to her cervix on the first try, but she knew it was long enough to eventually go that deep. She attempted to look back, but a feminine hand lunged into the back of her hair then, gripping her head with iron might. "No, Bitch, or I tell Crush to take your ass without lube." Andrea walked around and Yellow gasped, as she saw the older woman was naked.

            When she had admired her Mistress' body earlier, liking the sleek, toned look of her fat-free and chiseled frame, she didn't nearly see enough, because this took it to a whole new level. Without her top on, Andrea looked like a center fold for a weight lifting magazine. Her abdominal muscles rippled with every breath, and her chest was tight, except for her firm and perky B-cup breasts, which stayed high and jiggled with every step, and with two nipples the same tan color as the surrounding skin. Her arms looked even more toned and stronger than before, now that she wasn't hiding the rest of her well sculpted body. Her legs went on and on, and Yellow knew if she gave her oral, she ran the risk of having those long stems wrapping around her neck and squeezing her unconscious during orgasm. The last thing Yellow noticed, was the woman had removed her lavender wig, and her real hair was free. It was black, straight, and cut to chin length all around, except for her bangs, which rested just under her hairline.

            "Oh, Mistress, you're beautiful!" Yellow exclaimed, but cried out when Andrea slapped her lightly. It wasn't enough to hurt, but she whimpered with the embarrassment. "But... Mistress, why?" She was slapped again, and this time it hurt and she groaned. She felt her pussy welling up even more, providing more lube for the long cock in its folds.

            "You talk when I let you talk, Slut!" The black haired woman had to restrain herself from slapping Yellow again, but the teenager saw her hand clench. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Andrea started talking. "Now, you have a Scyther cock in you. Those are long, covered in the same exoskeleton as their body, and they last a long time. I don't know if I want to watch him wreck that pussy, or enjoy him taking your ass for the first time." She said this, as if she were wondering whether she wanted to take a jacket with her on the way out of the house.

            "Mistress-" She was slapped again, and this time she felt a tear come to her eye. When Andrea pulled back to deliver another one, for the fun of it, Oliver's arm was there and holding her wrist.

            "Baby, she doesn't deserve it." He growled in her ear, and Yellow saw the woman's knees shake. Andrea dropped her arm, but she stared at Yellow with a mix of hate and arousal.

            Oliver was standing in front of her now, next to Andrea, and she knew she wanted to be a nudist some day, because everybody looks better naked. His muscles gleamed with the sweat the humid forest air had made, and he looked like he sometimes traveled with his shirt off to tan his body. His chest was built, with little slanted nipples that she wanted to suck on, his abdominals were hard edges to an otherwise sleek board, and his whole torso was a 'V' shape, definitively proving that exercise does a body good. When her gaze dropped between his legs, her eyes gaped. He was a good eight inches long and pretty thick, already hard and solid after seeing Yellow and his girlfriend naked, and she felt a pang of sadness, because her Mistress wasn't going to let him fuck her.

            "What are we going to do with you, Slut? I'm almost tempted to let Chase continue," She looked up to the Scyther at that, and Yellow heard the bug type whimper, as her channel squeezed on him. "But I won't. Chase!" The long, hard Scyther cock finally let up on her sore pussy, and she felt him stand up, and his cock slid between her ass cheeks. She moaned, when the head bumped against her virgin hole. For the three years she and Garret had dated and had sex, she never let him go there. She knew she liked it, as she made him lick her there sometimes, but she never let him push in more than a finger or tongue.

            "Oh, what's this, Bitch? You like it in your ass? Well, then, enjoy a nice, long Scyther screwing. Chase, you know what to do." Andrea crouched down in front of Yellow, giving her an up close view of her wet pussy, and patted her head, as Yellow felt the Scyther cock slide into her sensitive asshole. Mistress caressed her red cheek the entire time he slid in, and she would've moaned just from that, but as it was, she knew she was flying her slut colors high with how his cock made her pant.

            It hurt, but she remembered when she had been at Oak's lab, that one of the female aides said the trick was pushing out, because it lets them in easier at the same time. She felt discomfort, and she knew he was going in too fast by the way her body unconsciously groaned and shook, but she didn't dare risk getting slapped and losing control. She didn't want to clamp down and feel him fighting against her to push it in.

            Finally, she felt his abdomen push against her ass cheeks, and felt his bladed hand drop to her firm backside. She was breathing hard, harder than she had in a long time, and she knew once he got started, she'd be breathing just as hard. The thought flooded her pussy with arousal.

            Andrea got up then, patting Yellow's blushing cheek in affection, and walked behind her. "Alright, Crush, which lube do you want? Rawst berry or Cheri berry?" She assumed they were going to lube up the cock for her pussy, but if Chase had already entered and was able to get enough of her juices for anal, why would the Pinsir need it? She was about to ask, when Oliver bent down to her face.

            "Hey, I'm sorry about most of this being so rough on you, but she loves it, and I can see you do, too." He said it in a caring tone and she was sure he said something important, but the whole sentence was gibberish, as she watched him lightly stroking his cock. It was circumcised and every time his hand reached the top a bead of precum would dot the tip. She felt her tongue leaving her suddenly dry mouth, and she was about to touch the tip to his cock, when she felt a thick body sliding under her from behind.

            Two horns appeared in front of her face, as she watched Crush slide under her. His body was broad, like someone had stepped on him early on and he grew that way. She giggled at that, but when she saw his teeth snap shut inches from her face, her eyes bugged out and she looked between their bodies to distract herself. His cock was aimed at her pussy and Andrea's hand was slowly applying the lube. She never found out which flavor he picked, but she liked that her Mistress was going easier on her. She didn't think she needed it, because she'd had Chase's cock in her, but then, she didn't know how big a Pinsir was.

            His length wasn't too long, but it was thick. He was only long enough for Andrea to wrap one hand around and have the same amount pop out the top, but he was too thick for her fingers to touch, and by a big margin. He looked as thick as Yellow's wrist. She figured he was at least three inches thick, and maybe even more at the base. That wasn't what bugged her about the bug type though. His entire length had the same studded-spike appearance that his long horns had, but these were in his skin and a lot more flexible. As Yellow watched Andrea move her hand up and down the short length, she saw how each bump snapped back and forth, and it seemed to make his dick twitch.

            "Do you like that, Crush? Do you want to ram your fat cock in this cum dumpster's filthy pussy? I bet you do. Oh! My big man is already making pre. You dog!" Andrea was talking dirty to her pokemon and Yellow couldn't help but moan as she heard it. Her sounds seemed to inspire the Pinsir, and she felt Mistress aim his cock at her tight hole. "Okay, my handsome bug, you're going to go right in here, so be gentle. We don't want to break the Bitch... too soon." Andrea guided his tip in, and before she let go, he had already inched his hips higher.

            Yellow felt both her holes rapidly filling. When Crush was waiting for penetration, Chase had waited too, watching as his friend got his cock handled for the hole he had already experienced. When the Pinsir's tip had entered the tight vagina, the Scyther had slid his cock head back into her anus, loving how it had tried to close up. "Scyther!" He slammed his cock back into her, provoking a small scream from the brunette.

            "Oh, Slut, look at that. Our boys like you." Mistress said, as she walked in front of Yellow, holding a big blanket and a pillow. She laid the blanket down in front of the group and sat down, holding the pillow in her hands. "How does it feel, Bitch? Do you like them back?" Yellow couldn't respond, as the Scyther's cock had taken her breath and the Pinsir's cock wouldn't give it back. Her mouth was open, silently panting as best as she could without a lung full of air, and her face was scarlet and she didn't think she'd last long before her next orgasm. To say she liked them was an understatement, but she couldn't reply. Andrea answered for her though. "Yeah, I can see by that cock-tamed face, Slut, that you really enjoy them."

            Andrea laid her back down and raised her hips, slowly Krabby-walking her lower body towards Yellow, till her ass was sitting on Crush's face. Yellow smirked when she saw the Pinsir's tongue snake out and lick between the two tan globes. She set about quickly laving her tongue all over the woman's slick pussy, trying things she hoped would work. She'd never done this with a girl and it was purely guess work to find something pleasurable. Mistress moaned as soon as the wet and pink muscle touched to her burning petals though, and when she said, "Oh, Yellow, you know how to do that." Yellow smiled with glee, both at the compliment and the fact her Mistress called her by her real name for the first time.

            As Yellow worked Andrea's lower lips slowly, savoring the sweet and tangy taste of her juices, she felt a thick, hot thing planting itself against her left cheek. She looked and instantly had a human cock shoved into her open mouth. She swirled her tongue around it and sucked on the tip, only to be rewarded with a groan, as Oliver got down on his knees next to his girlfriend. "Slut, you're going to please my boyfriend's cock, until he pulls away, and then you bury your gorgeous tongue in my honey pot. Then you do it all again." She laughed, as she muttered about covering the teenager's face in so much cum, no one would recognize her.

            Yellow slobbered all over the cock in her mouth and she loved the sweat on it. She hummed and Oliver had to pull back instantly, letting Andrea's hips rise to plant her pussy on her lips. Yellow slipped her tongue between the woman's petals and sighed, tasting the nectar of her Mistress. She concluded that when she was being nice to her, Mistress was the best woman she had ever known, but when she was mad and rough, she was only in the top three. It still gave her thrills to be giving her masters' pleasure.

            The added excitement of giving two people on and off oral, while being fucked hard and fast by a long-cocked Scyther and a thick-cocked Pinsir was adding up, and she knew that no matter how much pain there was, she would succumb to the pleasure soon enough. Her own pussy was loud and squelching every time Crush thrust his wrist-wide cock in it, and she could feel her clit being smacked every time he pressed up and Chase pushed down. She felt like she was in heaven, as Andrea's pussy was pulled away from her face, and she was filled with even more cock.

            It was when the Scyther planted himself in as far as he could go and she felt his thick cum fill his shaft till it exploded inside her, that she came, screaming into Andrea's pussy. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed, and she'd already taken a deep breath, so when Mistress came hard too, just from the sound vibrations alone, she was able to catch all her squirting juices on her tongue and face, with most of it running down her cheeks and chin. She smacked her lips with the salty/sweet taste, loving it every time. It was different than a male's cum, sweeter, but with a tanginess that she wasn't unappealing. She swallowed it all, as she felt Chase still filling her asshole up.

            "Oh, god, Mistress, the Scyther is filling my asshole. I love it!" She moaned, dropping her face into the woman's crotch, and she lapped at any liquid she didn't catch. Yellow was surprised when Chase started fucking into her again. It seemed Andrea hadn't been lying, when she said Scyther could go a while. It was a minute after suckling Andrea's clit, that she felt her head being pulled up by her hair and her face was staring at a twitching cock, which was quickly being jerked by a feminine hand.

            She happily obliged her Mistress' order, holding her mouth open and sticking her tongue out. As she touched the tip to his heated skin, she felt his length pulse, telling her he was too close to cumming for to do that. She giggled and darted her tongue back into her mouth, pressing it down as low as she could, and accepted the creamy cum blast that rocketed out of his cock a second later.

            She tried to get it all in her mouth, but it seemed Mistress wanted to paint her up like a slut. Like her Slut. She felt a shot spray up her chin, landing most of it in her mouth. She closed her lips then, swallowing, and felt another shot land on her mouth. She laughed when she opened her mouth again, expecting another shot to land in it, but she received another on her forehead. She giggled and closed her eyes and mouth, knowing what Mistress wanted from her.

            When the cock had stopped giving her a reward, she was covered, with some of it getting in her eye. It didn't hurt too badly, but she didn't open her eye right away. "Mistress, how do I look? Am I pretty enough for the dance?" She asked, opening her uncovered eye and staring at Oliver's still twitching cock. She watched it retreat and Andrea's smiling face entered her vision.

            "Slut, you look good enough to eat." She said, before she bent forward and started lapping up all the cum on her face. As Yellow enjoyed her tongue bath, sticking her own tongue out to touch Andrea's, she felt Mistress rising up and down, and realized that she was riding the Pinsir's face to another orgasm.

            "Mistress, if you cum from Crush's licking, can I have it?" She asked, knowing she was risking another slap, and kind of looking forward to it, but she knew she'd regret not letting her master cum on her face. Her look of total servitude must've made the woman's mind up, or maybe it was that she had slid her hand to toy Mistress's clit while the pokemon's tongue slipped between her lips.

            Immediately, Andrea rose up on all fours and turned around, bending over more, and said, "Go on, Bitch, eat me like the slut you are." She did just that, grabbing the ass cheeks to steady the swaying of her hips. She didn't have to seduce Yellow, but it was the thought that counted. She dug her tongue into the folds, tasting the woman's liquids, and knew she was going to be bi-sexual her whole life.

            She wiggled her face against her pelvis, aware she was covering Andrea in whatever leftover cum she didn't clean up, and the thought just turned her on more. She felt arousal bloom deep in her pussy, as Crush's cock hilted in her and she felt the studs thicken, keeping his length inside her longer. It must've been a survival adaptation, like how canine pokemon have a knot on their penis to keep semen inside.

            She felt a deluge of cum fill her up and she came because of it, her pussy spilling out their mixed fluids, as it got too full and his continuous pumping squeezed it out. The studs rubbed at her walls in a way that hurt so good, reminding her she was a bitch to be taken. At the same time she was screaming with a pussy full of cum, Andrea came in her mouth, thrusting her ass back into Yellow's face and covering her with her juice.

            "Yeah, take it, Bitch. This is for you and only you, Slut. Aggh!" Mistress groaned low and Yellow's pussy twinged with arousal at the sound. It wasn't until she realized the sound was muffled, that she looked around Andrea's quivering butt and saw her sucking her boyfriend's cock. She felt a stirring in her pussy and wanted to join her, but then Chase planted one of his bladed hands on her head, holding her down more on his trainer's pussy, and the other bladed hand smacked her ass, covering so much more area than Mistress's hand could, and she quivered deep inside.

            "Scyther! Scyther! Ther..." He pumped his long cock into her one last time, unloading a healthy dose of cum in her rectum, and pumped lightly, until he was empty. Yellow's eyes rolled up, as she felt her packed hole become even more so, feeling rivulets of cum slip out the tight embrace, even as he filled her up. She blushed at the feeling of his excess cum dripping down her thighs, and she dipped her head in pleasure, licking Mistress's anus by accident. Once she did though, she continued, digging in farther. The taste wasn't bad, only a little sweaty, but the thought that it was somewhere she shouldn't be licking aroused her so much. By the wiggling of Andrea's butt and the lewd moans she sounded, Yellow could tell she liked it too, and she massaged her ass cheeks and buried her face between them.

            She gasped when Chase pulled his long cock out of her ass, slowly, so she didn't hurt worse, and soon he was completely out, although not without a long groan from her. The brunette had hoped Crush's cock would leave her too, but his studs were still expanded, and she felt like if she raised herself up she'd lose her vagina, and she didn't want that. She didn't want to get up anyway though, and kept tonguing her Mistress's holes.

            After a few minutes, she felt the Pinsir's studs weaken and his cock start going limp. He delicately pulled himself from her hole, earning a small sigh from her, and slid down her body and out between her legs. Yellow stopped her tongue bath to look behind her, and she giggled at the sight, although it aroused her, too. The Scyther was leaning against a tree and the Pinsir was on his hands and knees, apparently too tired to relearn how to walk. She liked how she could bring men to their knees, literally.

            When they saw her staring in lust, eyes wide open and face blushing, they smirked, but couldn't do anything, as they didn't have enough energy to even sleep outside their pokeballs. The two bug pokemon simply walked to their devices and pressed the return button, sighing when the red beam enveloped them. "Did I just see what I think I saw?" Oliver asked, and Yellow turned back to the two bug trainers.

            Andrea was now curled up in her lover's embrace, leaning her head on his shoulder, as he kissed her hair. Oliver was laying back, head on the pillow and one arm behind him to hold him up a little. They both had looks of exhaustion and bliss painted on their faces, and Yellow could only guess she had one too. The small smiles gracing their lips told her they were laughing at their pokemon.

            Now that they were done, and Andrea didn't need to be so bitchy, she seemed like the perfect girlfriend, snuggling into her boyfriend's body and stretching her neck to kiss him every now and then. Yellow was glad she only acted like a mistress during sex, because she didn't think any guy would want to do that their entire time together, unless he signed up for it. That gave her a thought and she sat down in front of and between the two, making sure not be too close to Oliver, so as to not incite the woman's jealousy.

            "So, how do you guys do this normally? I mean, you mentioned one girl, but it sounded like you guys don't do this that often." She asked, lightly playing a finger along Andrea's sweat slick belly. The older woman looked at her in question, and Yellow shrugged. "I mean, how does Oliver let you dominate him?"

            Andrea sighed, smiling and smoothing her hand along her boyfriend's chest, and Oliver laughed, saying, "Yellow, did you have anyone you loved? Was there someone you couldn't go a day without hearing from them, or you'd blow up?"

            Yellow knew she had felt that way about Garret, before he changed and left for his pokemon journey. He'd been a kind, but selfish boy for the last six months they dated, having gotten used to their relationship for a few years already. He wasn't always a jerk either, but some things just work out that way, and you are who life made you. She didn't feel the same way anymore, but she had been in love with him at one point. She nodded, frowning at the happy couple.

            "Oh, it didn't work out." Andrea said, leaning over to her and caressing her cheek. "It's his loss, because you are an adorable, amazing girl." Her gorgeous smile sent Butterfree fluttering in Yellow's stomach and she didn't know how to react, so she just took the compliment. When she met the older woman, she didn't think she'd be nice, but after working her arousal and frustration out, she calmed down and was a great person.

            "I'm sorry to hear that, Yellow. Sometimes, it takes a while for us to find the one we're supposed to be with, but it doesn't take a long time to know they're the one." His words confused her, until she worked them out. He was basically saying, 'You'll know them when you meet them.' She smiled and leaned into them, as she yawned, disregarding the heated glare Andrea gave her.

            "Oh, shut up, Mistress. I'm not going to jump on his cock. I'm just tired. Can't I sleep between you two?" She didn't wait for an answer and crawled her way between their warm bodies, enjoying the way they conformed to her. She had a brief moment of panic at forgetting where her backpack was, but then remembered it was still ten feet away by a bush. Then she remembered something else. "Hey, don't you have a bunch of cameras to get back?"

            Andrea blushed then, and she looked away as she said, "I forgot, and I thought I'd just catch some shut eye, before trying to get up again."

            "And we still have our stage props to get." Oliver said, reminding Yellow of what they did earlier.

            "Yeah, what do you guys do anyway?" She asked, finishing with a yawn that brought tears to her eyes.

            "We're performers on the road. We write and make plays and shows for people. We have a little showcase in each town first thing when we arrive, and people come to watch it. It's a good way to get people on our fan list."

            As Andrea talked about their lives, Yellow couldn't stay awake anymore, her young body only able to run on adrenaline and orgasm steam for so long, before clocking out. The last thing she heard was that Oliver and Andrea dreamt of owning and running a traveling performance company. She closed her eyes and nodded her head one last time, before drooping it into Andrea's shoulder.

As the journey continues...

Author notes: This is another one in the fap folder, I hope. What did you guys think? And what will happen next? Will Yellow don a mask and become 'Zubat Man'? Will she become a reporter and do an interview with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Squirtles? Will she find the Golden Diglett in a bar of Machocolate? With how inspired I've been feeling, I might push another chapter out soon. If not, expect it later.

Andrea and Oliver are ideas I had since I started this story, but they didn't become a dom/sub pair until I started writing them. I also wanted to make Andrea more likeable, so I gave her a personality (You can do that!), and an after sex likableness, and Oliver is the veteran submissive who stands by and helps his Mistress stay in line. They're guest stars, and therefore, not staying in the story. They are however, getting their own side-story, a long oneshot, set in the future, when they have that performance company they wanted. There's more on my profile about it.

Tyler Hill: Thanks for the reviews and the OCs. Casey is definitely going to be in at some point.

Thanks to all my lovely internet, and to anyone I didn't mention, your gift bags are at the door.

silverlining990 is blasting off again... and chapter 8 is coming real soon.
- 6
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Pokemon ElectricYellow