The Golduck Standard!

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            “Psyduck?!”

            Misty instantly recoiled, covering her breasts and vagina in her awkward position.  She’d been hoping, with Tracey and Ash gone on some quick photo romp, that she’d have a chance alone to purge some more carnal appetites.  But Psyduck seemed determined to interrupt her most basic of needs.  It had emerged from its Pokéball of its own volition and toddled to the open bathroom to discover its master engaging in some stress-relieving foreplay before a bath.

            “Psy-yi-yi,” babbled the duck Pokémon, its dimwitted gaze upon her.

            For a moment, Misty doubted it could process what it was witnessing.  Then the telltale shade of pink crossed its beak, its eyes turning to naughty arcs, and it recited its name like a perverse chortle.  Immediately, Misty’s foot kicked out to its face.

            “Get out and back into your Pokéball and stay there!” she commanded, and Psyduck went wailing to spherical safety.

            Misty stood at the bathroom doorway, huffing and clutching a towel hastily to her nubile body.  “Why did it have to be Psyduck?” she panted, her explosive outrage exhausting.  Darn, she was just about ready to climax too, after coddling her young pussy and feeling bold enough with her time to really get into fantasy.  Psyduck had walked in on her when she’d gone down; ass up, cheek on the cold floor so that her hands could strum over her heated pussy.  She liked this position, but it felt so embarrassingly revealing unless she was coaxed to the right temperature.  And she wasn’t ready for Ash – her confidant fuck-buddy – to take her like a Growlithe bitch.  Just face-to-face for now, rutting like proper primates.

            In such times of reckless heat, she even considered cluing Tracey into their relationship, though she wasn’t sure how Ash would respond to sharing.

            She could roll her eyes.

            As if every Nurse Joy didn’t want to give a full physical and every Officer Jenny didn’t investigate for an Ekans smuggled in his trousers.  A bunch of horny inbreds.  Ash wasn’t even that special, Misty harrumphed.  Not big – yet…

            Fondly, though, at the risk of sounding sentimental, she thought it fit her nicely and did a good job pumping inside her.

            Her fingers absently touched her quim.  Still wet.  Not soaking, but…

            “Argh!”  She pivoted, throwing the towel on the floor and assuming position.  “Now I have to start all over!”

            She didn’t get to where she wanted, but the orgasm was settling; it at least gave her the abundant shame in the afterglow that verified a worthwhile orgasm.  She dunked the whole towel in a bucket of water to hide the spot she had made herself on it, and then climbed into the bath, stretching her arms overhead and saying this was just what she needed.

ccc Kinnow Islands ccc

            She had a chance again.  Traversing the Orange Islands was a bit of a chore, but she didn’t mind sacrificing moments of masturbation to enjoy riding across the sea, spotting vibrant Pokémon that wandered from other regions to these islets.  She met another water Pokémon fanatic – Marina – and formed a friendship, though she envied a capable Psyduck when her own was on the piddling side of puny.  But Marina, having seen Misty’s Psyduck, giggled to herself and said that her Psyduck’s behavior meant something special, and that she should treat it nicely.

            What did that even mean?  Ha!  And Misty was the picturesque portrait of proper Poké-pampering!

            … in her own vain opinion…

            Anyway, shuffling aside the idea of indulging her absentminded Psyduck, Misty was far more intrigued to try out the ‘toy’ that Marina felt comfortable sharing with her.  “I’d say it’s a specialty for water Pokémon enthusiasts such as us,” Marina whispered playfully behind a cupped hand, giggling at the boys standing to the side with confusion.  From her hidden hand, she passed the younger trainer a very special, phallic item.

            Misty obtained the Tentacool Drill!

            A mechanized dildo in the shape of a Tentacool’s tentacle, one that Misty found with basic examination flopped and wobbled and did all sorts of maneuvers.  She at first almost refused out of embarrassment, but Marina insisted with a wink.  “C’mon, I know water Pokémon trainers are most adventurous and get the most wet.  Enjoy what a Pokémon can do for you.”

            So Misty did.  She got undressed, small but pliant breasts exposed with peachy pink nipples hard at the tips – sensitive enough that she shuddered when her fingertips ghosted over them – and wiggled her spreading hips out of her provocatively-short shorts.  Ash had made a few comments about how high they rode before, sitting especially close behind her on Lapras’s back, using Tracey’s Pokémon photo distraction with Pikachu to reach around and prod a finger up the hem of her shorts.  She’d scold him softly for acting like such a kiddy pervert on full display, but opened her legs, giving him some more room to poke at the meat of her heated pussy through her panties.  Sometimes she wore underwear, but for instances like this, she’d sometime neglect to; this time, he was feeling her through saturated white cotton while the surfing Lapras looked behind with intelligence in her eyes.  No big deal; Lapras were known to be smart, and Misty chose not to make a big deal of it when she caught the transport Pokémon at night, craning her long neck to lick delicately at Ash’s genitalia until he held the large head steady and used Hydro Pump over her wide, plump tongue.  As he slumped with a tired thanks on the beach, Lapras consumed the human seed with a Poké-smile.

            So in this way, Ash could very well be ahead of Misty as a trainer.  He’d already taken physical affinity with a water Pokémon while she was there, on a towel on the floor of another bathroom, rutting a mockery of Tentacool sex while recollecting his Poké-perversions.  Getting close, she howled, “I want a Pokémon to fuck meee~!!”

            “Psy?”

            The sudden, grating voice startled her so bad that she clenched too hard with her internal muscles, making the undulating dildo that was currently massaging her cervix shoot from her quim.  “Psyduck?!  Again?!  I told you-uh…”  She trailed off by her own befuddlement.

            Psyduck was indeed there, but in a different manner than before; that is, it was not standing there in dumb aplomb.  It certainly looked stupid, but from between its stubby duck feet dangled a pink little thing that she almost identified as some newborn Weedle that had snuck in; before she could have a heart attack at being cornered naked by a bug Pokémon, she realized that her Psyduck was sporting what could be considered… an erection.

            “Psyduck,” she said without the usual disappointment, drawing back a little, “what do you think—”

            Of its own accord, Psyduck used Tackle… or Take Down, as it fumbled and brought injury to itself as it flopped over her.  “Ow!” she shouted underneath it, not really hurt, but certainly inconvenienced by its stupidity.  “Psyduck, cut it out!  Get back in your Poké—oh!”  She thrilled suddenly at the sensation of something entering her flared slot.  Not anything big or even substantial; even calling it ‘hard’ was a stretch, though it did poke firmly to the juicy lips of her quim.  Psyduck’s penis hitched at her entrance, the bulk of Psyduck’s body keeping her thin thighs from slamming shut in refusal; they did leap to do just that, but her knees bounced off its girth.

            Misty glowered nervously at the feeling of it intruding in her body.  She could smack its head and scold it over and over.  “Nngh!”  She flinched, head ducking slightly as it made it successfully to her vagina, past her folds, deeper.

            “Psy!” it sighed jubilantly.

            Misty felt it.  Thinner than when Ash fingered her on Lapras’s back, hardly firm at all, but deeper; much deeper, even if she didn’t have a deep quim to start with.  It felt like a thick ribbon unfurling within her, following the design of her insides before bunching up against her cervix, unable to even put pressure against it.  Misty panted, expectation in her eyes as she looked to where her frustrating Pokémon joined with her.  A little up above her mound – squished against Psyduck’s roundness – she could feel where it ended, a few inches beneath her navel.  Further than what she had estimated it could reach when it was waddling and brandishing its tiny penis at first.  A corkscrew cock; she remembered learning a bit out of perverted fascination whenever Pokémon mating came up.  Some Pokémon had their Pokésex regularly with regularly functioning manners and genitalia, but Psyducks were an odd breed in that the males rutted too frequently because of their own idiocy and a need to relieve headaches, and the females, always saying they had a headache, decided to avoid sex by making labyrinth-like vaginas.  To screw around this, Psyducks grew a corkscrew phallus!  Psyduck Tales!  Whoo-ooo♪

            Now the corkscrew was embedded in its trainer, but it was more her anxiety and anticipation that caused Misty to pant and break out in perspiration.  Her duckbilled idiot was one whom she never considered in her fantasies.  Even Staryu and Starmie had made it in once or twice, imaging herself grinding against their arms while sensual Water Guns were splashed across her face and chest.

            She seethed when Psyduck bumped her, its low weight rocking her entire body, bunching its flexible erection against her cervical wall with dedication.  It gave a suppressed chortle or something like that; perhaps a Pokémoan.

            And again, just as she was about to reprimand her Pokémon, she remembered Marina advising her to treat Psyduck nicely.  What exactly did she mean when she said Psyduck’s behavior meant something special?  Did this count as treating Psyduck nicely?  Well, far as she knew, when she refused Ash access to her privates when he was swinging around his boyhood, he sure seemed down in the dumps and grumpy as a Rhyhorn until she finally conceded.

            Misty pursed up her face, an angry red passing over the bridge of her nose as she made her decision.  “Well, I guess it’s okay,” she muttered with fuming frustration.  “Just be quick about—”

            No time for that.  Psyduck already threw its head back, bill opened wide to the ceiling, blaring its name, its weak fingers gripping at the taut flesh of her thighs.

            “Uh!”  Misty was speechless at this behavior.  It didn’t even thrust a second time!  It couldn’t possibly be…!

            She felt it landing on her insides, warm fluid dripping onto the back of her vagina, a weaker burst than its Water Gun.  The Pokésemen trickled inside her, pooling and sliding wet across her clenching insides.  With so little to clench around, though, it was like there was nothing at all inside.

            Psyduck staggered back, finished and tired.  It fumbled backward, dropping on its ass while its penis recoiled.  Misty, after the tragically brief experience, rose up from her elbows to loom over her thrust-out pelvis.  Psyduck’s antics of babbling and struggling to roll over went ignored as Misty explored her inseminated folds.  She made an unpleasant look to its seed when it welled up and began to dribble out of her.  The warm and watery fluid spilled, making her asshole clench when the stream poured over it.  Hardly any of its release stayed inside of her because of its consistency, though she could feel the little bit sloshing at the pocket at her cervix.  With no little amount of embarrassment, she separated the lips of her sex and exposed the deeper collection of cum.

            A growl built in her throat before she swung a fist in front of her.  “Grr, Psyduck!  That was way too quick!  And now you made a mess and…!  Grr!  Just get back to your Pokéball!”

            “Psy, Psy,” Psyduck called back to her, already one step ahead, waddling out of the bathroom like a disinterested husband, scratching its rump as it went to go sleep on the bed.

            It was like she had to have the headache whenever Psyduck did something about its own.

ccc Next Day ccc

            Misty and Tracey and Ash were enjoying a day on the beach, a good chance for their Pokémon to frolic, though Misty watched with irritation as Psyduck snored on Lapras’s back, fully sated like its performance last night was anything but disappointing.  Misty frowned more.  “I can’t believe that was the first Pokémon I had sex with,” she grumbled into her knees, pulling them against her chest.

            “Hey, Misty!”

            She turned, hardly interested as Ash came walking over, disengaged from Pikachu, who was playing babysitter for Togepi.

            “Since Tracey’s busy sketching all the Pokémon playing,” he said enthusiastically, “how about we fool around for a little bit?  There’s some bushes over there we can go behind!”  He pointed.  “It’s been a while, after all.”

            Maybe for him…

            Misty heaved a heavy sigh.  “Sure, I’ll be there in a minute.”  Ash, for all his abrasion to her personality, was good for this.  He’d probably make a good official boyfriend when he matured a bit.  His sexual consistency, at least, was a good thing.

            So Ash hurried off, telling her not to take long.  Already, he was unfastening his pants, bringing them down partway in enthused expectation.  It did pique Misty’s arousal.  She’d tell Togepi to behave herself, and then go behind in open seclusion and let her friend use her…

            “Gah!  Psyduck!”  She watched in slow motion as her bumbling duck Pokémon rolled off Lapras’s saddle and into the water, taking with it her bag – It had snuck the bag with it for the Pokésnacks she had.

            Lapras cooed worriedly, but could not dive down after them, not with little Togepi onboard.  Pikachu cried out frantically, waving to Misty.

            Tracey, having seen the incident, immediately sat up.  “My existence means nothing!” he shouted frantically, quickly flipping the page of his notebook to start drawing this tragedy.

            Though Psyduck was a nuisance at the best of times, Misty just couldn’t let it and her satchel of Pokéballs go like that!  Without thinking, she rushed into the water and dove to save her Pokémon.  It was deep here, the salt water stung her eyes.  Far above, she could hear voices of the Pokémon clamoring and Tracey shouting out to her, “I’m a failure as a trainer and a human being!”

            Nestled in a crevice at the ocean floor was her red back.  Next to it, also stuck in a crevice by its webbed toes, Psyduck continued to sleep, its brain not having caught up to its own peril.

            That Psyduck…! Misty thought vengefully.  She coughed, losing a burst of air to bubbles, but stove onward.  The Pokéballs would keep the other Pokémon safe – though as water Pokémon – they were in no real danger.  So she saved Psyduck first.  She unstuck its toe, and it began to rise to the surface like a slow balloon.  Hopefully it’d get a breath of air before realizing it was in trouble.  She went for her sack next, but found it had become more stubbornly stuck in the sharp rocks by the shifting currents.  Misty pulled and pulled, but her strength was fast waning and her air was depleted.  Her worry had gotten the better of her.  She should have taken another breath before trying.  Now it was too late to get to the surface.

            She began to black out, eyes going to the shimmering sun at the ocean’s surface, where Psyduck had hopefully made it.

            That was when she saw a figure gliding through the water, propelling like a torpedo with strong arms and webbed hands pulling itself through the currents.  Just who was it, Misty wondered before everything went dark.

            At the beach, Tracey paced.  He’d finished his drawing and a quick self portrait of his sadness and now had nothing to do but worry.  He looked anxiously at Merrill, who was waiting for him to order it to save Misty.  It hadn’t crossed his mind, and he looked helplessly at his Johto Region Pokémon.  “copy-chan forgot I sketched Pokémon, thinking I took Poképictures like Todd.”

            Pikachu and the other Pokémon nodded, sharing his worry for Misty.

ccc At a secluded part of the beach ccc

            Someone was doing CPR on her.  Not rough, but she was coming to with a pair of hands on her chest.  Her eyes steadily blinked open, first seeing the blue sky overhead, and then the savior pumping her chest to get the water out of her lungs.  Well, it needn’t do that anymore; she was awake and breathing fine.

            “What…?”  She blinked, recognizing the appearance of the one heaving at her tender breasts.  She exclaimed, drawing back a moment from the surprise.  That sleek head and spiky tuft, those red eyes and forehead jewel, a body of precision and power, webbed hands and duck feet, a pointed tale, and just the most beautiful blue plumage!  “You’re…!”  She pointed, her eyes dazzled by this creature.  “Are-Are you…?!”  Was this Psyduck?!  Evolved by a need to save his trainer?!  “A Golduck!”

            At once, Golduck posed pompously, flexing and showing its physique in adequate detail.

            Misty fawned excitedly, kicking a leg up behind her, swooning against her clasped hands.  “A Golduck!  A Golduck of my very own!”  She threw her hands around it in a loving embrace to the blue swimmer Pokémon.  “I knew you wouldn’t stay a dumb duck forever!  And you evolved just to save me!  I love you, Golduck!”  She laughed merrily, jostling the lustrous Pokémon in her joy.  Golduck just peered at her, watching from the corner of its eye.

            She pulled back, now excited, pumping her fist.  “Alright!  I can’t wait to show the others!  Even Marina!  I can win, now that I have a Golduck!”

            The Golduck just continued eyeing her, its stance slacking, its manner totally aloof with its stare intent on her body.  A ponderous rumble came from its throat; a grumbly “Gool…”

            Misty was unaware of its rapt interest and the way it padded after her intently when she wandered to one side of the rocky shoal, and then the other, trying to find a familiar landmark that could clue her in to how far she’d been swept.  She stood on her tiptoes, leaning with a hand shading her blue eyes as they searched.  “We must have gone pretty far,” she murmured, and then turned to Golduck; for the first time noticing how closely it was shadowing her.  Its head tilted – “Gol.” – and stared.  She gave a small start and laughed.  The intensity was new for her, when normally her Psyduck had the most vacant expression of stupidity.  These eyes were clairvoyant, as if it could see into her.  “I-I guess I could have you scout for Ash…”  She rethought it.  Ash was probably in the bushes, anxiously stroking his dick, trying not to lose his erection’s momentum.  Better search for Tracey and the other Pokémon instead.

            “Hm.”  Misty suddenly cupped her chin in thought, recollecting what had happened before being rescued.  She looked to Golduck, it unmoving and curiously focused.  “Golduck, why did you bring me here?  You should have just taken me back up to the beach with Tracey…”

            “Gol,” it answered briefly.  Then it went back to silent observation.

            The intimacy was bringing a tingle to Misty.  It wasn’t very different than when she thought a handsome man was eyeing her.  With a bit of considering, she thought that Golduck was an attractive Pokémon – for a duck type – with a lean body and vibrant plumage.

            “Well,” she chuckled nervously, “let me get all my stuff together.”  She paced carefully to where her items were soaked and strewn out carelessly on the rock.  As expected, the snacks she had carried for her Pokémon were all gobbled up.  She decided not to be mad.  Golduck earned them, for saving her and evolving into such a brilliant specimen of Golduck!

            But when she turned, she saw that Golduck was still tracking her, almost trancelike, its head turning as if to examine her.  Yes, that was exactly it!  When she knelt, she glanced over her shoulder and saw those red eyes gleaming her up and down, checking her with its beak in its wide hand, making observant gargling noises like he was appraising her.

            “H-Hey, Golduck, what’s wrong?”

            It quacked and stepped forward, flat feet slapping the rock.  It went into her personal space with such audacity that she had to pull back.  “Gol!”  And then it flashed a thumbs-up and a wink.  Pretty suave for a former bumbler; Misty’s cheeks reddened, though she wasn’t sure why.

            “Wh-What?”

            “Gol!”  Now it went even closer, beyond the boundaries of her space to nuzzle its face against her chest.  Seemingly affectionate like any sort of dedicated pet to its owner, if not for the happiness evident when it jumbled its beak against her firm hills with a pleasured “Golduck!”

            “Hey!” yipped the orange-haired Gym Leader, looking around for any possible passersby or fishers coming out to dangle their lure.  Golduck continued to nuzzle, murmuring ecstasy and fully pressing its head between the budding bosom.

            Misty attempted to gain some manner of control of the situation, holding herself back at arms’ length, as there was no way her skinny form could push Golduck’s surefooted frame back even an inch.  In fact, if it was so inclined…  She didn’t want to venture to those dangerous possibilities of her new Golduck rebelling.  Or did she?  She shook fantasy from her head and tried bartering.  “Now, Golduck!  Behave yourself!”  She looked sternly at it, and it just stared back at her.  It was almost haunting how well Golduck seemed to perceive her, with reckless patience.

            “Golduck,” it said simply.

            Misty pulled back hesitantly, arms drawn to her front, again checking their surroundings.  No sight nor sound of anyone within earshot.  But that didn’t make her instantly comfortable!  What if some Pokémon rose out of the water, or Ash and Tracey raced from the tropical forest at a moment’s notice?!

            Golduck was confident, though.  Confident or it didn’t care in the slightest.  Its interest was in her.

            It waited.

            Misty shook under the pressure.  It couldn’t be ignored that the spot between her legs had gone damp with arousal since waking up.  Psyduck always had an issue with listening to her, but Golduck seemed more transfixed.

            “Well,” she said with uncertainty.  Her wet shirt was presenting a pair of stiff points.  She gestated, teetering on edge of reason, trying to find some way to justify it one way or the other.  Of course, there was reason to lean toward Golduck getting its way, as it aligned with her current desire.  She perked up, though her acting was flawed.  “I guess you’re just trying to make up for last night, aren’t you?”  She leaned toward Golduck expectantly.

            “Golduck” was its answer.  No gesture, no nod or any sort of indication to help translate its name.

            “Wow,” she fawned dreamily.  “Golduck does care about me.”  She threw her arms around its head, pillowing its face between her little breasts as she nuzzled its fluffy cranium.  It smelled like the sea; salty and crisp and adventurous, rather than the stagnant puddle Psyduck smelled like.  “Oh,” she whispered, “I guess… if we’re quick…”

            “Golduck!”  The Pokémon needn’t anymore encouragement than that!  At once, its flipper-like fingers grasped at her top, motioning very much like the CPR given earlier.

            Probably not CPR at all, she realized.

            But scrutiny was sidelined by the issue put forth between Golduck’s legs when it put a gap between itself and her.  Probably to brandish for her, show her what was in store now that she was committed.  She glanced out of impulse and was surprised to see an upgrade to what was inside her last night.  Her heart throbbed and her breath hitched.  It was bulky, emerged from between the water-resistant feathers.  It was a member of greater scale than she had since tried; an Onix to Ekans.  It was plumped up nice and full, arched from the pelvis – the testes nestled internally, but prominent against the base from engorged readiness to mate – a fat curve with distinct ridges lining the underside.  There was no distinctive bulge at the end like the head of Ash’s cock; just a tapered tip with a bloated dimple where stuff was to be expelled from.

            “Wow,” Misty blurted, dazzled.  If it was meant to impress her, consider her impressed!  Golduck just continued to get better and better!

            “Golduck!”  It thrust itself toward her, now taking bolder claim to her body with its three-fingered, webbed hands clinging to her breasts; audacious, possessive, kneading them and rubbing the pert nipples with its pads.

            Misty’s breath heaved some more, heat rapidly spreading through her.  Her pussy was already starting to flex and squeeze, desiring something within her to clutch.  “Now, let’s not be too hasty,” she wheezed, trying to gain some kind of control of the situation.  But Golduck had been patient for her long enough.  Its intelligence had greatly improved and figured to remove her suspenders from her shoulders before shoving up her short top.  Her breasts were pretty small, but gave an honest heave when exposed; a generous display of pliancy and vigor to attract mammalian attention.  Golduck was attracted enough, warbling excitedly as it began to peck and nip at the perky hills, its red and pointed tongue swirling dexterously across the risen peaks of her nipples.  She cooed at the feel.  Ash liked sucking them too, but his was the manner of a boy thirsting for his mom’s breast, not this provocative teasing that made Misty feel like a stand-in.

            “Ah!” she sharply exclaimed as the duck’s strong hands grabbed at her, pulling possessively so that she could not wriggle away so easily.  It looked up at her briefly with mild regard, but its tongue remained busy.  It wasn’t a smooth tongue; somewhat rough, rasping against her tender and sensitive skin.  Her nipples felt good and hard, hard enough that she wanted to massage them herself, give a little treat by kneading them gently and the ways she liked.

            Golduck’s nimble hands were less reliable when it came to sifting her denim shorts.  The button was too small, the zipper too narrow, for its claws.  It wouldn’t be able to unclothe her without rending some cloth.  But Golduck’s abilities were telekinetic.  Observing the obstacle, it merely flicked its finger for its gem to shine and its eyes to glow blue.  Misty gave another outburst, a rush of excitement and terror from something invisible but tangible unlocking the way to her groin.  “Golduck!” jeered the Pokémon in triumph and shed her shorts before she had any say to the contrary.

            Instinctively in girlish fashion, her thin legs tried to interrupt Golduck’s intrigued viewing, but with an undermining Disable, her Withdraw was unusable.  Her legs unlocked with a whiny yelp, baring all to the invasive blue Pokémon.  Her crotch had little hair, but her femininity was flared and already soaked.  Golduck leaned for a closer look, murmuring softly behind its beak until it raised a hand to her quim.  She tried dissuading it, wanting a moment to calm down, but a minor glance reminded her that its headaches had become a Psychic force for this formidable evolution.

            “Golduck!” it quacked, and then shoved the pad of its middle finger up against her slick entrance.  Soaked and open; the Golduck’s revealed member gave a hardy throb of anticipation and excitement.  “Golduck!” again.

            Misty glanced around anxiously, now that she was stripped waist down with her shirt tucked up over her breasts.  Her butt was exposed to any who might wander from inland.  She wanted to cover it, but Golduck was more of a matter as it caressed her cleft with its finger.  It fiddled a bit with her pubic hair, though Golduck had an understanding of what it meant to probe at the little protuberance of nerve endings.  It patted there to make Misty flinch and coo in delight, softening the tough exterior of hers until she gave a sharper sob of enjoyment.  A sign of her acquiescence; Golduck needn’t more than that to get on the move.

            Misty was halfway to doubled-over in response to Golduck prodding her shy clit when the duck raised back up.  It said its name like she could understand its direction, and then she was manually situated, a bit too arousal-tipsy to really confront it appropriately.  It bent her over, but not in traditional Growlithe-style.  She was pushed onto her hands, but her knees merely bent rather than go to the floor, and Golduck assumed its slacking stance behind her.  With no preamble or warning, it bucked its ducky dick up against her snatch, purposely missing to grind against her wet labia, procuring moisture.

            At the same time, she shivered at the unique shape, the dull but firm flanges running along the underside of the fat cock.  Four backward facing ridges leading to its groin.  The tip, now properly applied, was not much to worry about with a direct way about it.  Misty breathed out hesitatingly.  Maybe she wasn’t entirely ready for Psyduck to amend its failures from last night, and at the same time, she raised her butt expectantly to Golduck.  No doubt this was the proper mating for Golducks, with their leaning, almost gangly posture.  The female had to present by bending over, much like she was now.

            Golduck leaned, gurgling in its throat as it wedged through her puffy pussy lips, a pleasant squelch of separation and corking as it pressed its first ridge into her.  At once, she realized the purpose of those soft spines: female pleasure, reciprocating and dilating her birthing canal for a favorable seeding.  Misty gulped loudly, panting as another pushed in, her walls expanding and clinging to the shaft.  Deep enough now that she could feel the grooves grinding deliberately against her GS-spot (so named because Ash never did anything with it) and heightening her arousal.  The ridges combed against that area until Golduck was pressed in entirely, bringing her ass up against its front and burying itself to the hilt.  It crowed softly, almost purring as it relaxed its shoulders, bustling a little like a bird in primming as this trainer leaked around its shaft.  Her pussy was pulsating, eager for a good and proper thumping.

            After its quick gestating, Golduck bent over her, its slick sternum conforming to her curved back, its hands holding onto the space where her lower belly folded against her thighs.  It then began humping; a good, animalistic and concise rhythm that emptied her only of its lowest ridge while the others sawed at that spot inside her that was tender and wanting.  Misty yelped, one hand coming off the ground to grab at her bending knees.  She tried to hold against Golduck, to lessen the brutality of its hips, but to no avail.  The swimmer body was sure and lean; she’d no power over it but by the obedience of Pokémon to trainer.  It obeyed her and acted in her interests, but Golduck must have felt that fucking her onward and relentless was what she wanted rather than when her mouth cried “Sl-Slow down, Golduck!”

            “Golduck!” it jubilated above her, resting its beak atop her orange head.  It made small noises, like it was locked in on its rhythm, concentrating on its efforts.  The claws turned into her, pricking her skin but not painfully.

            Misty took the hand from her knee to clap over her mouth as she came; messy, wet squirting like she’d no control over her bladder.  Eyes watered over with tears of delight, finding the orgasm that had eluded her since Psyduck first interrupted her much-needed masturbation.  Her legs convulsed, muscles in her thighs flexing erratically, one foot kicking up briefly, all while the indecent puddle grew between Golduck’s flat feet.

            Yet for this achievement, Golduck didn’t slow in the slightest.  It took to her quim like it took to water: fast, powerful, unstoppable.  “Gol!” it abruptly exclaimed, arching off her back and holding her steady.

            Only a moment for her to figure out what was being done.  Before she’d even finished cresting her delight, her insides were flooded, Golduck’s sperm burbling from its tapered tip in concentrated bursts, swelling the snug pocket at her cervix – and Golduck had done very well to plow in deep to kiss its dimple to her cervical wall to couple and expel its contents directly to her young womb.  Surf charged and churned against the suppled back of her pussy, held back by the swollen expanse of Golduck’s flaring shaft.  Its legs shimmied, its feet sliding over stone a little, and then held Misty firm and steady, grunting deeper in its throat as it soaked Misty to full capacity.

            Misty herself was struggling to stay – in her bent-over position – upright.  Were it not for her Golduck’s steadfast grip, she would have teetered forward.  She still could, her arms lacking the stability she needed.  But her elbows locked; she was secure so long as the bucking duck didn’t let her go.

            And what a silly smile she must have had on her face.  Coming down from a shuddering high was probably like being hoisted by a legendary, seafaring Dragon Pokémon.  Oh, to have a Golduck, a reliable, capable companion, to share with her on this journey…

            “Huh?”  Her wistful daydreaming was interrupted when the hands gripping her thin waist collected her off the ground.  She yelled and ambled awkwardly, picked up like luggage and turned.  Her arms swung and caught on Golduck by instinct, trying to stabilize herself.

            “Golduck!” it said, now pulling her to its sternum, chest-to-chest, intimate, her little tits flattening against its down, skinny legs spanning out around its waist.

            The turn had nearly brought Golduck’s shaft out from between her pussy lips, only the head lingering as Waterfall gushed down from her unblocked channel, making obscene splatters on the rock beneath them.  Some was retained by her engorged walls, sealed to her cervix, sperm filtering into her womb on a fruitless endeavor.

            “G-Golduck, you can put me down,” Misty wavered, hands hooked on its shoulders.  She felt like she’d slide to the mess left beneath them, but Golduck caught her rump, a wide-fingered hand on each cheek.  She shuddered with primal delight.  She couldn’t do anything about it; her hands needed to stay on its shoulders.  Her little asshole was exposed to view, and she could feel the ocean air tickling that private spot; probably could have felt someone’s gaze if they happened by.

            And then she was driven into again, fully, bloated cock squelching back up to her cervix with a Splash from its leftover cum.  She cringed and seethed, her pussy still raw and inflated from her recent orgasm.  But Golduck invaded those semen-slick sides with grace and gusto, like challenging the waves of a frantic sea.  Golduck plunged its cock into her with expertise and precision, huffing in its involuntary way, its beak curled in a slight grimace as it gave the Water-Pokémon trainer what she needed.  This position – to Golduck – was purely about pleasure and performance, no longer acting based solely on instinct.  The humans rutted in varying ways, many not optimal for breeding, and keen Golduck obliged this informality.

            Misty was hoisted effortlessly in its powerful hands.  She clung to its body, her nipples stroked by its water-resistant down, her legs flared and feet flopping as the Pokémon bounced her up and down to its lap.  “Golduck,” she wheezed, a sex-stupid smile crossing her flushed features.  “Golduck, you’re the best!”  She squealed and giggled excitedly as her hunk of a Golduck continued to manipulate her, hitting again and against at the sweet spot inside her, plunging its seed deep.  The chakra gem on its brow flared, stoking Misty’s nerves with a further, more exquisite pulse of ecstasy.  It rushed her to her next orgasm.  Her limbs tightened up, all closing in on Golduck’s torso.  Not it the slightest was it hindered, using its pelvis’s jabs like an onslaught of Fury Attack.

            One thrust!  Two thrusts!  Three!  Four!

            “Gol!” the Pokémon strained, tensing itself, fingertips clawing into her taut rump.  Misty knew right away what was happening.  Instinctively, obediently, she settled down, flaring her hips, groaning as she accepted the shaft against her already-drenched womb.  Golduck heaved and hoed, grasping at Misty’s buttocks tight and yanking their bodies together as it exploded over her insides again.  Its head threw back – “GOL!!” – and all its muscles came together.  Powerful, wet bursts inside her, squirting out around its embedded penis.

            In her waterlogged shoes, Misty’s toes curled as she gave a jubilant cheer for this much-needed stress relief.  Everything in her tensed up, milking Golduck’s load to the fullest and holding with a Constrict, lowering Golduck’s speed.  Almost a full minute before she gave a sigh and closed her eyes contentedly.  Her hands slipped down to Golduck’s chest, head just underneath its beak so that she could nuzzle in, sated and happy that she had such a committed and beautiful Golduck.

            Of course, when one used Rest, that was the best time to continue the bout!  Golduck continued rutting her even when she passed out.

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            Misty awoke dreamily, and probably could have dismissed the memory of Golduck as a dream if she were not so blatantly covered in semen.  She sat up with a start, grimacing at the thick cream splotching her body, especially her labia.  It coursed out of her in gooey rivulets, her body’s convulsions expelling it.

            She flushed profusely.  It was quite an experience, but maybe she needed to have a one-on-one with Golduck; some boundaries so that it didn’t make a habit of fucking her while she was asleep.  She wanted to be fully aware the next time they got frisky.

            Back in its Pokéball.  She brought it up, smiling at the weight inside.  Golduck.  She tossed it, trying to contain her smile and wondering if the sight of her would enamor Golduck again.  The ball split open, unleashing the ray of white light that transformed into…

            “Psyduck.”

            Misty lurched back, baffled at the appearance of the lazy, clumsy idiot of a Pokémon that came out.  “Psyduck?!  What are you doing…?”  She stomped her foot in anger, making cum leap off her leg.  “I-I thought you evolved into Golduck!”

            Holding its head, Psyduck tilted to one side with a confused “Psy?”  Then its dimwitted eyes began to survey her, from top to bottom to top, and then it chortled its name erotically.

            Stiffly, Misty threw her arms around her breasts – a slimy feeling with all that cum over her – and turned her right leg over her left to hide her sopping mound.  Urgently, she looked for her shorts.

            But distracting her were two nearby figures in the obvious throes of rutting.  Not more than eight yards away was Marina, topless and on her knees, fixing her breasts – significantly larger, more buoyant than Misty’s pert pair, and with a pair of light brown nipples, taut and nuzzling into seafoam blue feathers – around a red and erect cock belonging to a familiar Golduck.

            Misty froze in shock, but seeing her awake, Marina cast a glance over and smiled with a high-armed wave.  “Hey, Misty!  You’re awake!  Oh!”  She was impatiently turned back to her current task with a sharp “Gol!”  She measured both breasts evenly against the cock in between them and continued pumping.  By the shine on her lips, Misty could guess there was oral application as well.

            Dumbly, Misty pointed between the two, not knowing what to say or where to start in her questioning.  “But,” she blabbed lowly, “that’s my…”

            Golduck spied her out the corner of its eye.  It regarded her with an assured “Golduck!” with an accompanying wink and thumb-up.

            “No,” Marina half-laughed, dipping her head to swath the leaking tip of Golduck with her tongue.  “This is a wild Golduck.  It likes showing off to girls it wants to fuck.  Mmph!”  Golduck decided that her mouth had more room in her mouth for something other than words.  Marina complied, saving explanations for after Golduck had its fill of her, and vice versa.  She sucked it in deep, hacking and garbling around it in ways to make it crow in pleasant ways that Misty had been unable to accomplish.

            Misty’s body went slack.  “So it’s just a Pokémon version of Brock?”  She sulked, saddened that her stud of a Pokémon was nothing more than a Hypnosis, while the real duck Pokémon she was saddled with was dry-humping her leg.

            Misty may have lost out on a good Golduck, but with friends by her side like Psyduck, she’s certain to have a golden horizon someday!

To Be Continued…

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            It wasn’t very long after the orange-haired girl and the busty blue-haired woman departed from its island, and Golduck was feeling lonely.  Women didn’t show up often here, so it always had to take every chance it could.  But today, something landed on the beach.  Three somethings, actually, which turned out to be two humans and a cat Pokémon, surging up from the surf, drenched and looking ruffed up, complaining about a Pikachu.  Golduck didn’t care about what they were talking about; all it cared about was when the two others were sent off to scout the island, the female stayed behind on the beach, fixing her long crest of red hair and bringing out an Arbok to hang her clothes on its coils while she undressed.  The Arbok obeyed, but watched with fixated interest not unlike Golduck’s peeping eye.  Its tongue flicked.

            “Those twerps,” fussed Jessie, putting her hands to her fists in a motion that made her formidable breasts bounce.  Her nipples were pink at the tips; tight and hard from the recent swim.  Her frame was practically hourglass, with hips flaring.  A crotch of trimmed hair to match her personality rested between her together legs.

            Arbok leaned, hissing and flicking its tongue as it eyed her.

            Golduck shared the interest as she unwittingly paced the beach, complaining about the two dolts in the forest better having found supplies, completely unaware of the interest in her round ass as she marched.

            Golduck winked, gave a thumbs-up to no one, and vaulted excitedly over the rocks it had been observing from behind.

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