Trail Mix

A/N: First time writing, and a little nervous. Review if you wish to help me out. This might be the only stab I ever make at this, but perhaps there will be more? Also, rape victims are often turned into the culprits. I do not condone any of this, and hope that our society will work on righting this evil.

Summary: Jimmy is trying to tame his thieving sentret, and sleep all at the same time. One shot.

Warnings: Non-con Beast Dom Voy (in fantasies)

Trail Mix - First Bag

Jimmy woke to the feeling of small paws running over his chest. He lay very still, knowing that if he could catch Fluff in the act she might be shamed into acting a little less brazenly. Otherwise, if he accused the small rodent pokemon of stealing their food at night she would look at him with hurt innocence, and demand proof. Jimmy wished that his sister had warned him about that. Warned him that sentret were always hungry, and ready, even, to eat through everyone's supplies. He was just glad that Terrace, his chikorita, ate on the go, rather than the packages of trail mix that both he and Fluff happily consumed. It was less worrying knowing that Fluff's greed only inconvenienced him and her, rather than his starter. Although if Jimmy wanted to catch more, things would become awkward.

Fluff's paws crossed over his body again, probably still searching for the backpack in the crowded tent. Jimmy had hidden it in his sleeping bag, hoping that he would catch the squirrel-like pokemon in the act, this night. He kept his eyes shut, and his breathing even. The soft noise of air coming to the sentret's nose as she sniffed was suddenly loud in the night-time quiet. The paws stood rooted on one spot for a moment, and then Fluff began to pad down his chest. They stopped on top his penis, and Jimmy suddenly wondered why he hadn't notice that the weight distribution of a sentret put all of it on the four small legs. He could feel them very well through the sleeping bag, and it hurt!

It probably wouldn't have hurt quite so much if he hadn't been dreaming about Misty coming out of a pool, dripping wet while he watched, hidden behind something – possibly a giant carrot, it was a dream, it didn't matter. The point at stake was that those kinds of dreams had left a lot of blood in his nether regions, and having four tiny points of extreme pressure on a semi-hard on was not pleasant. Jimmy did not dare groan, though, and Fluff moved on.

She paused to sniff every few seconds, and then moved away, trying to search the corner of the tent by Jimmy's feet. Once he could no longer feel her, Jimmy relaxed, slightly. Well, their food was safe for another night. He fell into a doze, thinking about food, and Whitney was standing at the kitchen table in his family's home. He watched her take, and lick a cucumber all over, even the prickly stem, which not longer had any prickles on it. She lifted her shorts clad bottom into the air, as she leaned over the table, sucking on the cucumber, which was now a banana. The cucumber was pressing into her butt crack, and her shorts were on the floor around her ankles. She was gasping, and Jimmy gasped as he felt something brush against his shaft.

He was awake, now, and only the feeling of weight on his thighs kept him from opening his eyes. The realization that Fluff was there was like a lightning strike to his brain. There was probably a mound growing out of the middle of his sleeping bag, supported by the tent pole of his penis. And his sentret, curious little beast that she was, had decided to investigate. Jimmy could just die from shame.

Instead she continued sniffing, ignoring the mound for now, as it had nothing to do with food. She padded up and down her trainer's still body, trying to locate the backpack. It was around here somewhere. She could faintly smell the antiseptic odor of the spray on potions that Jimmy carried. It was down by his feet, though, and there was no bag next to his sleeping bag.

Fluff made another circuit, passing over the mound, and feeling something resist her as she pushed down on the cloth. Strange. It came back up as soon as her foot left it, hitting her fuzzy tail. Oh well, that didn't matter, as she sniffed down by his feet one more time. There the strong odor of the potions came through the cloth. Fluff stiffened in shock, and then realized that Jimmy must have put the pack in his sleeping bag.

Well this was going to be a tricky operation. But humans slept like the dead. She turned, and padded up Jimmy's body, looking for the opening. True to form, the human was still, and unaware of her progress. She slid into the opening by his neck, and continued down his body, hoping that her claws wouldn't catch on the t-shirt he was wearing. She managed his chest with relative ease, and then noticed a problem. Jimmy wore some kind of funny shorts to bed, and the thing that she had stepped on in the course of her journey was obviously his cock. Unlike normal males, humans apparently had no sheaths to retreat into, and Jimmy must need to pee right now. So he might wake up. Also, beyond the shorts she could see the bare skin of his legs. Which meant that he might feel her claws as she crept down to the food, and that could wake him.

Fluff considered the matter, and decided to risk it because she was hungry. She crept slowly forward, past the tent in the strange shorts that acted as Jimmy's sheath. The sentret was almost ready to crawl down his thigh when the world trembled violently and Jimmy's hands clamped around her.

“You're stealing,” Jimmy said quietly when Fluff squirmed.

With her intent discovered, Fluff went limp. “Maybe?” she squeaked nervously.

In reply Jimmy squashed the sentret against his thigh with one hand, and unzipped the sleeping bag with the other. Fluff looked hopeful as the air opened up around her head. “So, you won't punish me?”

Jimmy hesitated a moment. He had been about to let the sentret go, but the opportunism in her voice stopped that impulse. Without knowing what he did, he wrapped his hands around her body once again. She really wasn't going to stop, was she? She was just going to continue making little thefts as long as she knew she could, and she remained unpunished.

The fur of her wide tail brushed once more against the cotton of his boxers. His penis jerked once more, enjoying the slight pressure. Jimmy suddenly brought the sentret's backside against the underside of his shaft. Through the cloth he could feel the warmth of her small body. Small, but large enough for a growing boy's penis.

He pinned the pokemon against his thigh again, although now her back legs were practically resting on his testicles. His hand fumbled with the buttons on his boxers, and soon his shaft was free, slanting upwards at a merry angle. With both hands Jimmy lifted the sentret, and wrapped her around his warm flesh. It was dark in the tent, and he didn't have the pokemon's night vision, so he felt around her tail for the right hole. Her fluffy body was trembling against his hard penis, but she remained quiet. The steady vibration of her being against Jimmy made precum bead from his head, and get stuck to the fur on her stomach. His fingers, however, found the furry flaps, and drew them open. Pushing a finger in, he found the hole properly, and then he began to push.

Fluff gasped, sliding up his cock as she tried to get away. Suddenly she was over the head, glistening with liquid, and some fluffy fur from her stomach ring. Jimmy's fist pushed the mammal down on his warm flesh, until it was pressing in at her cunt along with Jimmy's finger. Then the finger popped out, and the boy hissed as he forced himself inside her.

The impaling move was swift as his varying fantasies involving the female gym leaders. And far more satisfying. The small mammal was tight around him, and squirming. She kept silent for a few moments longer as the young trainer reveled in the experience of his broken virginity, and the slightly burning warmth of her dry, velvety channel. But the squealing began as soon as he moved her up his penis again. This movement pulled at Jimmy's skin almost unpleasantly, but then Fluff sobbed out some quiet word, and his cock throbbed in recognition. The animal was completely in his power. It was like nothing Jimmy could describe. Even winning battles wasn't this good.

He grunted, pushing her back down, like he had seen in an older boy's porno during an illicit viewing away from parental supervision. Each move felt better than the last, and pistoning the trapped pokemon up and down his flesh got easier each time. He jerked her up and down faster, seeing something shining on his penis as he pulled Fluff off it, and giving strangled cries as the tightness loosened around him. And suddenly the momentum of his hands halted, with his penis buried at the half way point, as far as it would go, and Jimmy felt waves of pure enjoyment wash through him.

His grip slackened, and he fell back, dazed. Had he really done that? Fluff struggled off him, sobbing. Jimmy wanted to call out, he hadn't mean to do that. She's just been teasing his cock all night, and something snapped. He didn't say any of those things though, because in the end, Fluff was just an animal, and animals basically shit, ate and fucked, so she must have been fine with it.

Fluff stumbled out of the tent. She could smell her own blood in the air. Even though Jimmy hadn't pushed her down the full length of his penis, she had still been too small. The normal type crawled for her wallow in the grass that she had made at sunset. Terrace watched her from his stomach a few feet away. She didn't dare look at the more experienced chikorita. It would have been too embarrassing.

After a moment, the stoic grass type said: “Whore. You wanted that.”

Fluff looked up, indignant in her agony. “That's unfair!”

“You could have fought him. He's just human,” the monster reminded his fellow pokemon. “You wanted it.”

Fluff curled up in the grass, shivering. The sickening realization stole over her that Terrace was right. She could have fought Jimmy. He was only human. But he was also her trainer. Perhaps she had wanted to give herself up to that. The rodent pokemon closed her eyes, and tried to dream of normal things, like eating trail mix.