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**The Daycare Man

~~5~~ **

Didn’t expect to be hearing from me again so soon, now did you? Well, not hearing, but reading, I suppose. Doesn’t matter. I’m back with more… of course I am. I always am. I always have another Pokemon to bang… one after another… after anoth- you know what? I’m actually feeling pretty disgusted with myself right now. I don’t know why, but the feeling just came over me all at once. Although me currently hating myself doesn’t prohibit me from writing, so I shall continue.

Everything’s been a real drag as of late. And that’s coming from me, the guy who lives in an isolated town in the middle of a valley. Business has been very, very slow. No reason for it to be so, but these things are in a constant state of flux. I do more or less nothing during the days that can be considered busy. Take that amount of doing nothing all day, and then double it; now that’s what I’ve been doing the past three or four days.

However, it gives me plenty of time to write this. Why do I write about what I’ve done? Why do flying-types fly? Because they can. So I write this shit down because I can; I can’t find any reasoning behind doing it. Sooner or later, someone who actually knows me is going to somehow come upon one of these, and then the water will really start to boil. That’s then, and this is now, though. I’m doing this again because I did it again, and you surely know what I mean by it. I had sex with another Pokemon. Wow, putting that down here is starting to sound kind of repetitive, isn’t it? Can’t state the fact any more blatantly, much as I would like to.

So, I can tell you what happened. It wasn’t quite the same this time as previous ones, and I believe you’ll be able to see why fairly easily.

Around five days ago, must have been Thursday (or maybe Friday, I don’t know), is when this occurred. That was also the day that I can tack down as marking the beginning of this slump in business. I was, as per the usual, at my desk in the corner by the door. I was doodling absentmindedly, a favorite pastime of absolutely everyone who has nothing more worthwhile to do, when the door opened. Mid-afternoon sunlight sparked in my eyes, causing me to wince a little. In the temporary moment of sun-blindness, I heard someone step inside, and then the door was shut behind them.

The first thing I noticed was the guy’s height; there was a lot of it. Much taller than me, in fact. Whoever this was, he definitely wasn’t the usual young-adult trainers we get around here. Rather broad face, with plenty of stubble visible around the lower face. Not that I would have said anything about it at the time, but he also looked quite haggard; visible hollows under the eyes, skin a little paler than might be natural. But who he was didn’t matter; the fact that he had a Pokeball gripped in one hand told me he was here as a source of business for me.

I was the first to say hello. The guy responded likewise; he even sounded tired. It wasn’t any of my business, of course, but I assumed he may have spent too many sleepless nights training. I have heard that strengthening one’s Pokemon through training can actually become addictive, especially if there is something on the line. What mattered was that he was bringing business, and that I would gladly accept. It’s my job anyways…

There’s no need to detail our brief exchange. He asked about fees, and I told him the prices. He asked if I could take a Pokemon for two days, and I said of course I could. A Buizel, specifically, he said. Well, that was no problem, I said. The trainer paid on the spot, handed the Pokeball over without prompting, and walked out without a look back. And I was alone in the room again.

A Buizel wouldn’t be a problem. Though it’s a water-type, and lives naturally in water, it doesn’t necessarily have to for survival. I didn’t and still don’t have much prior experience with them, but that’s fine; it’s commonly known that smaller Pokemon are generally easier to care for. Besides, I must say that Buizels have a certain appeal to the eye; not something explainable, but they are just pleasant to look at. I’m sure you can understand that.

“Well then, let’s have a look at this one,” I thought. The sphere vibrated in my hand as I popped it open. The accompanying flash of red light faded, and I beheld a Buizel in all its glory… which was not much, to be truthful. It was an undersized one, to be sure; maybe an inch under two feet. It sounds a bit mean to say it, but this Buizel was actually a shrimp in every sense of the word. It was standing upright as it had come out of its ball, and it maintained the position still. I could easily read the defiant expression on its face as well; not wanting to be here was at the front of the Pokemon’s mind.

She was female; I could tell by the slight cream-colored edges of the single spot plastered on her back. Male Buizels have two of those marks, females have one. See, it’s always useful to keep these little facts lying around somewhere. Like I said, she had a bit of appeal to the eye; a sleek, brown-furred body that was evidently built for travel through water. One blue fin on each forearm for navigating in said water, as well. Oh, and of course, her most defining feature (of any Buizel, too); the large yellow tube around her neck. I think it’s a flotation device, but don’t quote me on that one.

Her fur was what my mind’s eye focused on directly. It wasn’t long, or thick, but instead a smooth, light coat around over her entire body. Surely you haven’t forgotten my… interesting… sort of fetish? I could only imagine how that beautiful coat would look under water; sleek and shiny. I would have loved to lay my hands on her right then and there, but like I said before, restraining myself was something I was finding easier to do these days. Employing that very ability, I allowed the Buizel back into her Pokeball, which I then set down on the corner of the desk; She would stay in there for a bit, until I summoned the energy to take her out back.

I sank back into the chair and pulled the piece of scrap paper towards me again. I started scribbling absentmindedly with the chipped pencil that is always kept in the top drawer. The room was once again silent except for the faint scratching sounds of the graphite against the paper. I let my mind roam as I busied my hands with the crude drawing. Foremost in my thoughts was the newly-acquainted Buizel; not actually very newly-acquainted, but I hoped I could get around to fixing that later… wait. What did I mean by that? Why would I ask myself a question I already knew the answer to; my perverted thought process was already fantasizing about how she must be between her legs. The idea was shelved far back within my cluttered head, but I sensed it all the same.

And how could I not have been instantly attracted to her, with such an amazing coat? Reminding myself I had been through these exact same cognitions before, I invested a little bit more focus towards my doodle. I was a bit shocked by it; it was a light sketch, albeit a crude one from someone who obviously isn’t artistically gifted, of a Buizel. Between the Pokemon’s legs was the unmistakable shape of a small vagina. I knew that had I had any coloring utensils, it would have been a light shade of pink. So you see, I was certainly playing that Pokemon over in my mind even before I had seen what she really had between those legs. And see it I did.

That illustration was a little disconcerting, to be honest; I wanted the Pokemon (hell, any Pokemon) so much that she was invading not only my thoughts, but my actions. My eyes flicked to the Pokeball sitting at the corner of the desk. No, I wouldn’t do anything rash, now; that would be a dumb move. Not knowing then what I do now, I understand that it was not concern for myself that kept me from letting the Buizel out for the second time; nor was it concern for her. It was more of a worry of what that giant would do if he ever found out I had done something to his Pokemon. Really, when someone leaves a Pokemon at a daycare, any daycare, they probably aren’t expecting to return and find it fucked silly (I mean by a human; other Pokemon are a different, more acceptable matter).

So, due to this, I kept my eyes off of the Pokeball for the next few minutes. Like all good things that one knows they would enjoy, however, my eyes kept making their way back over to it. She was in my thoughts, and I certainly did not want her in my sight; that would make the situation all the worse. Was there a solution? Yes, in fact, there was. I didn’t leave the building, because I still had the responsibility of staying near the others out back, but I did take a nap. Yes, I slept; for several hours in fact. What can I say? Not only did the afternoon sunlight warrant a little snooze, it effectively removed the Pokemon from my mind.

I awoke to the first dimming of the sun behind the rockier slopes of the valley. By that, I estimated it was about 4:30 in the afternoon. I checked the clock on the wall; 4:45, actually. It was getting on towards night; the sun would be out of sight soon, and another day would be gone with it. Not that these days held any importance to them.

I blinked sleepily, and then rolled my head forward to rest my chin on the desk; I didn’t feel like getting up at all. I was just beginning to ruminate on what I could root up for a meal when I spied the outline of the Pokeball; it was darker around its edges in the lessening light. What popped into my head on the tail of my previous thought was that a Buizel would make a nice meal. No, not in that way! That’s disgusting. I mean sexually. She would be satisfying. Ugh, why do I always think about such sick things…

I needed to let the Pokemon out anyways; my experience with the Delacatty had reaffirmed the understanding that leaving Pokemon inside their balls overnight wasn’t a good thing to do. So I would let her loose, then; from there I could close the place up a little earlier than usual, because I felt like it, and leave. Probably end going home and then right to bed anyways, after all.

Or… I could have some fun with the beautiful little creature inside that Pokeball…

I think you know which option I chose.

I still insist that it was her amazing coat of fur which drew me more firmly into the act; if she hadn’t had such a nice one, I probably wouldn’t have done such things with her. I won’t deny that the fact that she was in heat didn’t push me all the more firmly into my final decision. I knew it as soon as I got a closer look between the Pokemon’s legs. Yes, I had her out of her ball minutes later, and was kneeling on the floor in front of her.

She was standing a little awkwardly, not quite knowing what she was supposed to do. The defiant expression was still on her face as strongly as before. The Buizel didn’t really have anything to do; it was all on my part right about then. I hadn’t put my hands on any part of her sleek body as of yet, but I knew it wouldn’t be long until that started as well. I was actually quivering with anticipation; the Pokemon really was a sight to behold. I get the feeling that I hold an appreciation for Pokemon’s bodies (especially the females) that not many other people possess. I wonder why that might be. That was sarcasm, what I just said. Writing doesn’t convey sarcasm very well. Anyways…

Like I said, she was in heat; it was extremely obvious. I didn’t recognize it because of my previous sex sessions with other Pokemon, but rather because I had learned how to see it a long, long time ago. It comes with my job, as well. With my knees on the floor, I was reduced to being only a smidge over her height. She only had to angle her eyes slightly for them to reach mine; and she did, in fact, have her eyes locked directly on mine. I stared back, not in the least intimidated. Maybe that might work on smaller Pokemon, but certainly not me.

From my lowered position, I still couldn’t see any trace of the vagina I knew was hiding between the Buizel’s legs. I wasn’t going to go searching for it yet, either. I could however, see the damp, matted fur around it. Female Pokemon don’t get that wet down there without reason; this was what told me she was in heat. How perfect that was, really; her nature demanded that she be in the mood, and I was as well; the stiffness of my dick told me that. I had a raging hard-on, but at least I can defend having it. Who wouldn’t, presented with such an opportunity? Well, probably a lot of people.

I could see that she knew I was inspecting her in some way or the other; with nothing else to do, she settled for crossing her arms against her light brown chest. My eyes roved over her beautiful fur, and I longed to feel it even more. There wasn’t much of a point in restraining myself; it was already getting towards the end of work hours, so I may as well go for it. That’s what I did. As soon as my mind, however clouded with lust it already was, gave my body permission, my hands were on her. Not one, but both at once. I don’t know why they ended up on the small Pokemon’s shoulders first, but they did.

Her fur was as good as it looked; soft, sleek, and overall pleasant. I ran my hands down her shoulders, skipped over the curve of her crossed arms, and placed them on both sides of her well-curved midsection. The Pokemon let out a mildly irritated yip of “Buizel!”, and unlaced an arm. With it, she pushed one of my hands off her. I pulled the other away before she had a chance to; I could respect her choice not to be touched. I was not yet pulled so far into my desires for her that I would deny her enjoyment. My boner was telling me to do otherwise, but I refused to listen. Pokemon have feelings, and it’s important that humans respect them; that’s a fundamental rule, especially in the daycare business.

So I kept my hands away from her. Instead, I again focused in on her body. She really was wet and matted in her nether regions. All I could think of was how that would make things easier when we got to that point. I wasn’t even considering the idea that she might outright refuse my advances; it seemed she had already done something of the sort, but I disregarded that as having any real significance. I was ready to continue, should the Buizel show any sign of wanting to. And the best part was that I knew she would; she was in heat, for goodness’ sake. It was in the nature of any female in a spot like hers to accept sexual favors. I knew that even as my head grew cloudier with irrational thoughts, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long until I would get back to her smooth, light-brown fur.

I barely managed to another five minutes of restraint; her fur beckoned to me as I sat there in front of her. She didn’t do anything notable, just continued to stare at me distrustfully with bright, amber eyes. I hesitantly raised a hand and moved it a little closer to her; no reaction. With nothing to judge her feelings by, I moved it towards her a tiny bit more. There was no reaction, though I had expected one. My eyes settled on her soft, brown fur again, and that pushed me over the edge of restraint. I lay the one hand on her hip, immediately sensing the cushion of her smooth coat beneath it. The Buizel seemed to give a miniscule squirm, but nothing more. All she did was hold her wary gaze on me.

That was the best all-clear I was going to get. With no hesitation, I laid my other hand on her opposite hip; soft, so very soft! I slid them upwards along her sides, savoring the way the Pokemon’s fur ran around and under my fingers, until I reached her underarms. Strangely enough, she still gave no response. She looked like she was riveted to the floor; absolutely no signs of movement, other than the barely detectable rise and fall of her chest.

It was then that I finally realized she was soaking wet between her legs; even more so than before. My mind put two and two together immediately, even its lust-driven state. What I had just been doing, caressing her body, had been arousing her… she just wasn’t showing it. It seemed like that shouldn’t happen, but then again, she was in heat. So this meant… I could continue?

I answered my own question out loud (though not too loud); “Hell yes!” I scooted closer to the Pokemon, and then really began what I had been waiting to do. My hands moved up and down her sides a few times, pushing the fur there down, and then allowing it to spring lightly back up. From there, I got on to her chest; one hand worked its way around her stomach as the other stroked her shoulders, one after the other. God, it was incredible. You can’t quite understand, I’m sure, but just know this was just as good as sex for me. My cock was rock-hard already; my brain was getting plenty of the pleasured signals that foretold sex.

The beautiful little creature was getting into it too. She had started to loosen up in the spots where my hand was working her shoulders. I even caught her intense stare leave my face for a few seconds, before returning; I really think she was trying not to show her true feelings. Stoical. I like that.

Had I been in the Pokemon’s spot, it would have been impossible for me to hold out for long, so I couldn’t hold her at fault when a light moan of “Bui…” escaped her. I stopped; had I heard that right? She just moaned. The Buizel was loving it, and her defiant attitude could not refute that any longer. From the look on her face, she knew she shouldn’t have let that pleasured noise slip; I had just been given the right to take things one step farther.

The fur was incredible and all, but my erection demanded something more. It wanted, I wanted, sexual satisfaction to go along with her nice, smooth coat. I took my hand from the Pokemon’s shoulder and brought it down to her inner leg. I pressed a single finger into her fur down there. What I knew by sight, I could now verify by touch; she was so wet that the fur was becoming heavily matted. That was all good and well. She would be nice and ready for me whenever I decided to start; for I could tell that I was the one making choices here. She was weak-kneed and hot, by the feel of her body; not a fit state for any of her own action.

Instead of bringing my hand out from between her legs, I used the same finger to begin searching a little farther up. This was no overcomplicated treasure-hunt; I found her region of incredible warmth, and prodded it with my finger. She gasped very faintly, and trembled; I actually started to worry that her legs might become to weak to hold her up. Were that to happen, I’d be ready to support her if it meant we could keep moving forward. A course of action was shining clear in my head amidst all the other, jumbled thoughts that could no longer find their place. I would not yet dig into her, but instead stay on the surface. That would really get her going, not that she wasn’t already, and from there, everything would be easy as pie. I cannot describe the immense satisfaction I felt then, knowing that seducing the sexy little thing had been so easy, and that she wanted sexual relief as much as I did. In fact, those thoughts of my hastily-devised plan brought words to my lips, and then out of them; “Let’s do this.”

Finding no need to wait any longer, I began slowly stroking the folds of the Pokemon’s little vagina. I immediately noticed just how hot she was down there; the heat was practically radiating from her insides. She would feel all the better once I got into her, and even that wasn’t far off. I felt her body begin to quake and shiver in earnest as my finger worked its way along the length of her steaming pussy, and then retreated. In an attempt to add a little extra to this, I dug the tiniest way into her with each stroke of the finger; not enough to give her the full experience, but just to the point where she began to pant loudly.

This was good; I felt I could have stayed like this until she came, which might not be long. In fact, I decided I would. Getting the Pokemon off now might help alleviate the intense sensations of her heat, therefore making what we were to do later better. Wow, I was actually kind of overthinking this. “Shut the hell up and finger her!” I mentally reprimanded myself. Pushing all of my focus back to the task at hand, I started to really get into it. The furred creature was warm and smooth on the very outside, so I could only fantasize about what lay within. My digit slid along her lips repeatedly, eliciting breathy moans from deep within her throat. I was sufficiently aroused as well; my massive erection said so. How I wanted to free it and skip straight to the best part…

Not one to slack during a time like this, I put my other hand back into motion; I began stroking her back encouragingly, enjoying the feel of her smooth coat beneath my rough fingers. It was blissful for me, and better for the Buizel; she arched her back to make my hand fit the contour of her spine; she really wanted everything there was to offer in me doing this. The finger gliding along her soaked sex didn’t pause; every stroke allowed me to push it into her a little. She moaned erotically every, and I mean every, time I did this.

I was getting quite warm myself, probably from the blush I knew was rising on my cheeks. Had the Buizel not had fur over both cheeks, I’m certain I would have spied a heavy blush on them as well. The fur was good, though; that was something I simply could not deny. The hand that had been on her back was now on one of her cheeks, stroking it gently. I felt inclined to say something in this sensitive moment between us both. The best I could come up with was a forced whisper of; “God damn, you’re so beautiful…” Good enough, seeing as she couldn’t understand me in the first place. That hardly mattered. What mattered was that her orgasm was rapidly approaching; I could sense it.

The Pokemon’s sultry moans were growing to a new pitch, accompanied by the occasional exhalation of “Buizel… Bui…” I felt her trembling, and instinctively drew her closer to me; she didn’t resist, and it seemed a little awkward that she was still standing in the same spot. That prompted her to get even closer to me. Yes, she did it. Even with the late-afternoon warmth the sun had brought into the room, I felt the warmth of her body grow stronger. I just went ahead and finished the series of movements up, drawing her as close against me as possible. Remember, I was still kind of sitting on my knees awkwardly. It felt good, having her so close. I felt the heaving of her light-brown chest against me, her harsh breathing in my ear. It was erotic, to say the least of it. My erection throbbed desperately. “Time to finish up,” I cooed gently into the Pokemon’s ear.

With that, I dug my finger straight into her depths, pushing as far into her heated snatch as possible. Unfortunately, her cervix impeded my progress; I could have reached a little deeper, had it not been there. I sound like I’m trying to disregard basic anatomy, so nevermind that. And I sure as hell didn’t stop there; I wiggled it around inside her as much as possible, disregarding her safety in that one, overwhelming moment. That drove her over the edge more violently than I had ever seen in a Pokemon; the Buizel’s orgasm hit her in one massive, smashing wave that reduced her to a squealing, moaning mess. Muscles tensed, twitched, and shivered, as her voice, so cute before, reached a high pitch of pleasure. Her twitching pussy let loose with a flood of female ejaculate, which ran down my wrist before beginning to drip onto the floor.

Just seconds later, she went completely limp, and I tightened my hold on her to keep her from collapsing. Drawing her close against me, I experienced a surge of affection not seen since I made love with the Delcatty. This… this was something else entirely. It sounds ridiculously cheesy to say this, but right about then, my entire love for Pokemon was put into perspective. I didn’t love them in a way that allowed me to use them for myself, but in one that let me… share my enjoyment with them. I don’t know what else to say, it was just such an incredible moment. I held her exhausted, used body close, and brought my cheek down to rest lightly against hers. Even I was breathing heavily. Amazing. Simply amazing.

She was ready to go again only a few minutes later. I had since settled down into a more comfortable sitting position, resting her head against my shoulder. I would have been content with another several minutes of resting there with her in silence, but she certainly wouldn’t. All at once, the Pokemon had her head upright, and was staring at me eagerly, albeit with a trace of lingering exhaustion. Was being in heat allowing her to recover so quickly? I couldn’t say; all I knew was that previous Pokemon had never been ready to keep moving within such a small timeframe.

I wasn’t going to shrug off her eager advances, though. She placed a paw on my chest and whined lightly, simply asking for more. Not entirely sure of what to do next, I considered the situation; we could keep toying around together, or proceed straight to the real sex. My dick was demanding the latter, and for once I gave in to that demand. I was hot, impeded by my desire to take the Buizel, and probably smelling of her ejaculate. Two out of those three things could be taken care of later; the last one was for now, then.

So then, I would fuck her here and now… but in what way? Position was an important thing, I had learned by then. I had also learned that it’s always fun to try something new. A certain something popped into my mind at that thought. Quickly building on that idea, I decided upon how to do this; it would require a little effort from her, but nothing she couldn’t handle.

I gathered her a little tighter in my arms, and then moved her away from me. Offering a second to get her bearings, I then placed her upright onto the floor, where she stood waiting. I again took note of the filthy state of her inner legs; some cleaning would be essential later. For now, we were fine. Now then, to try and figure out this position I had planned…

The Buizel wouldn’t understand what I wanted, so I would have to guide her into doing the right thing. I pushed a hand under each or her arms, and lifted her by a fraction; I turned her to face away from me. She was curious about what was happening, that was for sure. She’d figure it out soon enough. Upon setting her back down, her head immediately turned to try and get a glimpse of me. With one hand on her cheek, I gently nudged it back; the Pokemon would only hurt her neck if she were to stare at me the whole time. I guided a hand onto her stomach, and one onto her back to match it; with this positioning, I began applying a little pressure on her back, while loosening the one on her chest. If you don’t understand what’s happening, I was basically trying to coax her into lying down on her stomach. Which she did, thank goodness.

The furred creature was thoroughly perplexed by now; I inferred that she was also a little nervous, being in such a vulnerable position on the ground. My one hand came off her back, while the one on her stomach began to apply pressure there. Acting accordingly, just as I’d hoped, she started to rise up onto all fours. I spotted her upper back arching, and put my free hand there to stop it; it was just the haunches that I wanted up. I still can’t believe how easily she complied; then again, I suppose me having gotten her off let her invest some more faith in my ideals.

We were almost done with this over-complicated operation. Her upper body was pressed against the floor, and her haunches were presented in the air. I removed the hand from her upper back, hesitated to see if she would try and rise, and then relaxed. Yes, you’ve hopefully guessed it by now; I had just worked this incredibly compliant Buizel into the ‘from behind’ position… or at least that’s what I tend to call it. I don’t know what it’s known as elsewhere.

Maybe you’re thinking; “That’s cruel to the Pokemon, having her positioned in a way she doesn’t want to be!” Now listen here, she showed no sign of not wanting to be like that, didn’t she? And, well, after all… she was in heat, and certainly deserved to be bred like it, eh? That was exactly what I planned to do.

Getting my clothes off took a few short seconds, and then I was on both knees behind her. Here I could see what was hidden before; a pink, smooth, inviting little pussy. I spied the miniscule pearl of her clitoris, but had no use for it. What she was about to get was better than some foreplay, and boy was she going to get it; I was as hard as I’d ever been, and completely ready to go ahead. It occurred to me then that I hadn’t given her insides much opportunity to accommodate me; all the fingering had been exterior, excluding the last few seconds. But it was too late to go back now. I won’t deny that it turned me on incredibly to see her straight up presenting her rear, like a bitch ready to be bred. God, what am I writing? That sounds awful, but it’s how I felt.

How I felt carries no importance though; let’s get on to what I did. I took a little breath to steel myself for some serious pleasure, and lined up with her slippery pink folds. A single, concise thrust was all it took to get me into the Pokemon’s insides, and oh, how blissful they were.

The Buizel squealed delightedly upon my impromptu entrance; now there was a sound I had never heard her species make before! I too, expressed my immense satisfaction through a heavy moan; “Oh god… fuck…” The inside of her pussy fit my cock like a glove. It was hot and tight, just as it should be, and what was more; her thorough lubrication turned that first thrust into a motion that pushed as far into her as possible. I felt the tip of my penis mash against her cervix, and spasmodically pulled back to avoid rough contact. There was no grace period after that either; we began going at it like it was the first sex we’d ever experienced.

She moaned her name lustily as I pumped away at her backside with short, quick strokes. I wanted to keep things neat, but the sensations offered by her tight, gripping insides completely denied that. My movements quickly became more erratic and mistimed. None of that was lost on the Pokemon, though; she moaned with every single thrust, fully submitting to it. Her weak body was pushed forward with every thrust, and then allowed to relax before taking the next one. Her pussy was incredibly slick, providing me the opportunity to push against her fleshy cervix with every thrust, which was what I began to do. There was no holding back from either of us; my concern for the beautiful creature began to melt faster than a chunk of ice on a hot day; why bother when we were both enjoying this so heartily?

With that notion, I increased the pace, allowing her tight walls to mold around my cock, milking it, positively begging to receive my seed. I hadn’t done anything with my hands, and so I found it necessary to take a grip on both sides of the Pokemon’s hips to prevent her from being pushed along the floor by the pounding I was giving her. I’ve had plenty of sex, and enjoyed it, but this… this was something else. We were going at it like there was no tomorrow. It was forceful. Really, truly, rough lovemaking; the kind that saps one’s energy unbelievably quickly. And we were certainly both getting tired. Well, I was, at least. I couldn’t get any vibes or emotions from the mess the Buizel had become. The poor thing looked practically fucked into the floor. She had her rear raised as high as possible to take what I was giving. Her upper body was sprawled flat on the floor, arms lying limply at her sides. Without stopping, I leaned out a bit to try and see her expression. The half of her face I could see amazed me all the further; her eyes were heavy-lidded and half closed, and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth carelessly.

“Good God,” I thought as I continued to pummel her backside, “she’s completely out of it.” I had never seen any Pokemon behave like she was. During my previous encounters, they had all been able to stay alert and react. What was there to say? She was in heat, and being given the best breeding there was to offer; better than some other pathetic male Buizel, that was for sure. Juices were trailing out of her entrance and catching in the fur that surrounded it; that soft, perfectly-toned fur. I dug my fingers into it, feeling every little strand under them.

Aside from the heavy breathing filling the room, there was no other noise. She had ceased her moans and squeals entirely, and I had nothing important to say. The silence was punctuated with the slapping of my hips meeting her rear every time I pushed back in. The heat of her pussy was getting to be too much, and I suddenly realized I would be orgasming soon, very soon. Better make the best of what I had left, then! All my attention was redirected towards the Buizel; fuck, she was beautiful; she really was, even in her current state of being fucked silly.

I couldn’t find anything else to think about other than the sensation of me being inside her. Her cervix was the barrier that told me I had reached my destination with every thrust; from there, I knew to pull out, almost completely, and then head on back in. My knees were sore from being pressed against the floor for so long, but I paid them no heed; I was preparing for the inevitable conclusion to our lovemaking.

It became too much to resist; the intense grip of her insides coupled with the warmth and smoothness of her flesh was the ultimate potpourri of stimulation. As I had so many times before, I felt the gentle, blossoming warmth of imminent orgasm in my hips. I quickened my thrusts, if that was even possible to do by that point. The warmth morphed into the final stage of oncoming orgasm, that curious, ridiculously pleasurable feeling that all the pleasure was radiating from your nerves outward, until it finally reaches skin level, and you ejaculate. Which was what I did.

I growled deep in my throat out of pure instinct and the inability to find words, or even a moan, to meet the circumstances. Right before the brunt of my orgasm came to fruition, I pulled my hands from her hips and laced them around her upper chest; bringing myself down against her back, I fulfilled the desires of her heat, and completed our messy session with one final, massive thrust. I threw everything I had left into that one movement. I felt my cock slide through her entire passage, meet her cervix, and then, vaguely, a slight sense of passage. That’s right; in that moment, I pushed into the Pokemon so hard that I penetrated her cervix, however little it may have been, and entered the region of her womb. And I’ll be damned, there was the squealing, there was the moaning I had not been hearing the entire time. It was too much for her, my entry into her womb; she came for the second time, twitching and moaning her name. So amused was I with this spectacle, that I hardly noticed my own orgasm, nor the several ropes of semen I felt pass through my dick and into her womb.

And that was it, the end of the whole mess. I had absolutely zero energy left with which to do anything further; before my orgasm had even tapered off fully, I had pulled out and relaxed onto my side, for lack of anywhere better to rest. I propped my head up on one arm as I watched the Pokemon give a final few twitches, ejaculate streaming out of her reddened, used vagina. Her legs finally gave out and she collapsed onto the floor. From my angle, I watched her eyelids droop a few times, and then finally relax to cover her eyes as she fell asleep.

I spent some time there on the floor, resting my overexerted body. There was no urgent need for me to get up; though we were still in business hours, I had closed everything up and locked the door. There would be no unwanted intrusions. I watched the Buizel for a while. I was content to see the rise and fall of her chest as she enjoyed her impromptu nap. To lay there longer would have been nice, but I knew that, as usual, there were things that needed to get done, especially in the way of cleaning up the mess we had made. I promised myself that I would get up and take care of everything in just a few more minutes.

I closed my eyes; it felt good to be able to rest in the quiet darkness. While my body was relaxed and content, though, my mind was far from it. I was actually thinking hard about what had happened. Not so much about us having sex, that I was fine with, but rather how the way in which we had done it. The way I had done it, mostly. It had been vigorous, seemingly bestial, for lack of a better word. Never before had I thought I could act so carelessly with a Pokemon, but in the heat of the moment…

These things won’t worry you, reader, but that can’t be said for me. I experienced quite the inner turmoil over how I acted. While my rational portion of my mind chewed out the wilder part, I kept trying to defend it with the simple excuse of; “It felt good. I just lost myself in what was happening.” That was plausible, though, right? Not just good, it had felt amazing. I believe I mentioned this earlier, but there was something more to this than just the sex. I couldn’t place my finger on it, but it gave me vibes similar to the when I had spent the night with the Delcatty. That had been truly loving sex; as for now, I didn’t consider it that. It had been more like the fulfillment of both our desires; the Buizel’s a little more natural than mine, seeing as how she couldn’t help that she was in heat.

The thinking was beginning to make my head ache; it wouldn’t do to keep it up. Best to focus on other things. There would be plenty of time for it later.

I raised myself a little higher on my arm; time to get up and get a move on. The problem was, I didn’t really want to. No, I don’t mean I wanted to rest there longer. I had caught sight of the Pokemon’s inviting pussy again, exposed to me from her current position. Lust, that age-old companion, reared its ugly head deep within me. No… there was no reason to try anything more with the poor creature, and I wouldn’t. But… even more conflict for me it seemed. I really wanted to do her again, that was the base of the matter. All at once, I felt it would be a good thing to have another round. My rational self protested weakly, and then gave up. I’d keep going, then.

I used my elbows to drag myself the few feet to the Buizel; there, I rose stiffly back onto my knees. I considered her for a moment; sleeping soundly. I really didn’t want to disturb her, but my body was demanding me to. I lightly tapped the fleshy pearl that was the Pokemon’s clitoris; she didn’t even stir. Sleeping deeply, then; all the more reason to let her continue with it. But I couldn’t, and wouldn’t. I… well, I’m not quite sure how to describe this next bit… or if I can even write it down.

What I did next was… shameful, to say the least. Shameful by my standards, so maybe there’s a little leeway there. I don’t want to write about it, but… I started these so that I could do just that. So I will. I’ll give it to you straight, and I won’t be interrupting it with any stupid anecdotes like I typically do. This is hard to stomach for me, but I did it, and it needs to be put down here.

I’ll state everything I did just as it happened; there’s no need to defend a lost cause like myself. There was no ‘transition’ or anything that I felt within me as I stared at the Buizel, and nothing to suggest one either. I was staring at her lovingly… and then I wasn’t; some sort of serious mental turnaround occurred, I suppose. All at once, she wasn’t the sleeping creature with a nice frame and beautiful fur. Instead, she was the bitch of a Pokemon that needed some serious breeding to take care of her heat.

I… grabbed her tail; that’s the worst part of what I did, for me at least. And I pulled it; she couldn’t raise her ass back up while she was sleeping, so I’d just go ahead and do it for her. She woke with a start as soon as the pressure on her tail registered with her. She didn’t make any sound of pain or discomfort, but rather a slight inquisitive noise, as if to ask what I was doing back there.

My erection had returned without me noticing, and I took no notice of its quick reappearance; I just did the obvious thing and pushed it back into her. That was when she squealed, and she didn’t stop there. I skipped the slow pace entirely and moved directly into slamming my hips against her repeatedly. There was no warning for the exhausted Pokemon; my twisted state of mind didn’t find it necessary to give her any. She wanted it, after all; had practically been begging for it before, and now she was acting as if she didn’t? I didn’t care, she would take it like a good little slut. God, I’m sorry, but that’s what I was thinking.

I tightened my grip on her tail, and yanked it back; this counterbalanced her raised hindquarters against my hips, so that she was hanging in the air from the back, pinned by the pressure of me on her. I continued pounding away at her slick, warm pussy, completely disregarding her noises of discomfort. I was back in her tight embrace, and that was all that mattered. I said I fucked her into the ground before; I hadn’t in comparison to what I did to her then. It was rougher and more forceful than I would ever have even considered being to a Pokemon. Now I see it as an awful, unforgivable thing, but then… well, it was bringing me a ridiculous amount of pleasure to see her used in such a way, and by me, of all people.

I really don’t think I can continue writing about this awful thing… I’m actually becoming a little shaky, sitting here at my desk. I mean, it’s against everything I’ve ever considered fundamental in taking care of Pokemon. Yes, having sex with them was the farthest thing from my mind a few months ago, but that came to change. And sex was fine, sex was safe when I was careful with them. This, what I did, was not. A whole new, previously undiscovered portion of myself took over. Maybe it was the strong lust that somehow brought it on, maybe something else; who am I to say?

I literally can’t write about this part much more, so I’m going to skip to the end; my orgasm. The Buizel’s tail still held tightly in one hand, I pushed the other forcefully against her ass, trying to find leverage for a final entrance with which to deliver my cum. Orgasm was rising quickly within me. I gave up trying to brace myself, and instead recalled the way I finished in her the first time, low over her back, and with both arms wrapped around her lovingly. I could certainly do better now, but there was to be no love in it. This little bitch of a female would get the seeding she wanted, no matter how forcefully I ended up doing it. And with that, my orgasm peaked. I didn’t lace my arms across her furred chest though, I… I…

I got one arm around her stomach as planned, and then… then the other was around her neck… her fucking neck! I can’t put this shit down! I’m sorry, it’s just too much to have to relive it, even on paper! And then I… agh, what did I do? I finished up with one, massively forceful push forwards, not as deep as her vagina would go, but as deep as I could; and, being a human, I could go very deep. Her cervix parted unwillingly under the onslaught of my cock, and I got farther into her womb than before. There, I let loose; I definitely came harder than the first time, and that disgusts me. The abused little Pokemon uttered one final squeal of pain before going silent. I pulled out of her, let her drop to the floor, and admired my handiwork; what a pathetic little slut, couldn’t even handle what she had been asking for. There would be no cum leaking out of her tight little snatch since I deposited it so far into her womb.

That was what I thought. And I started coming back to my senses after that. I saw what I had done to her and… I can’t go on. I am very, truthfully sorry, but it’s more than I can handle right now. I’m not the type of person to cry, but I find myself getting a little teary right now. Unbelievable, what I did to that innocent Pokemon… just… unbelievable. Everything started out fine, it was passionate, it was good the first time around, and then…

I’m sure you want to know what happened to the Pokemon; she was fine. No bruises, cuts, or scrapes, thank goodness. She must have been a little on the sore side for the duration of the nest day. Not that I would know; I distanced myself completely from her, instead letting her stay outside with the other Pokemon. No way in hell was I getting anywhere near her. I didn’t, and still don’t, know if she held any of what I did against me, and I really don’t want to. Honestly, though… I’m sure she does. I caused her pain, and a Pokemon, especially one of average intelligence like her, is not apt to forget that. Her trainer picked her up at the promised time two days later. There was a very brief exchange of words between us, and he was gone… and the Buizel with him.

Really… this is the first time I’ve been completely glad to see a Pokemon go, even one I’d made love to. It wasn’t that I disliked her, because she had been lovely, but I was plagued with guilt around her. Even now, I think of what I did, and… well, to put it quite blatantly, I hate myself for it.

I’m ending it here. I’ve had enough writing for now. Oh, I’ll be back, no question about that; and hopefully under better circumstances, too. I… feel such awful guilt over what I did. And you read about it, and you probably enjoyed it. And you know what? I know that you want to hear more, whoever you are. Oh, you’ll never get tired of hearing about me fucking every God damn Pokemon I come across! You know what? I’m sick and done with this shit for quite a while. Fuck you, you sicko.