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Goodra

You never liked the sound of cicadas, even if it meant the arrival of your favorite season, summer. They were just too loud and they never seemed to shut up, even after the sun went down, they still railed away with their annoying chirping or whatever they did to produce that ear grating sound. Besides the sound of those ungodly insects, today was one of those days where it was too hot to go outside, and too muggy to wear anything but your underwear, even if you were usually a modest person. With the AC's on full blast, the house that you and your Pokemon, Goodra, were in, it was somewhat bearable.

Remnants of your twelfth birthday lay scattered on the floor and on kitchen counters. A mountain of dishes that your mother was working on lay in the sink, their coating of ice cream cake dangerously close to attracting flies.

You were watching TV with Goodra in the living room, some show about a person in a mech suit fighting either monsters, aliens, or both. Goodra had to sit on a small tarp, as the slime that coated the Pokemon's soft, supple skin would occasionally cause people to fall if they walked over it.

After a particularly nasty battle on the TV was over, your mother walked into the doorway and smiled. Both you and Goodra were leaning against each other while watching TV, and she thought that it was adorable. She remembered the day that both you and her went to the Pokemon Adoption Center in the Kalos region to finally meet Goodra. She had been going back and forth with the adoption center for a few months, but nothing seemed to compare to actually seeing the Goodra in person. Goodra was very tall, the adoption records stated that it was 6'6", and weighed about three hundred and thirty pounds (1.98 m and 149 kg for my metric friends). It was a male Goodra, and thusly had brighter splotches of green on his head and tail, and was a bit more protective of his trainer. He had taken to your family quite well, and even though the slime was a bit of a problem in the middle of the night if Goodra wasn't in his Pokeball, it was nothing that a swiffer couldn't take care of.

"I need to run to the store, wanna come with me?" Your mom asked.

"Huh?" You turned around and raised your eyebrows.

"I'm going to the store."

"Oh, okay." You said, turning back to the TV.

"Take good care of him, Goodra." She said, sighing.

"Goodra!" Goodra said enthusiastically. He got up and ran over to your mom, and before she could do anything, he embraced her in a bear hug, covering her front in slime.

Your mother yelped in frustration, and tried to push Goodra off of her, but it was to no avail. If it was one thing that always made people hesitant of visiting you, it was a hug from Goodra.

"Call this beast off of me!" You heard your mother say.

"Goodra, come back here..." You said, not taking your eyes off of the TV.

You heard the sticky peeling sounds of Goodra letting go of your mom, and a deep sigh of frustration and understanding. She knew that Goodra's were huggers, but the amount of laundry she had to do was tiring at best, and she didn't even wash your clothing. She had given up on that a week or two into inviting Goodra into her home. Like she did almost three or four times a day, she went into her room, and you could hear her changing into dry clothing. Goodra returned to where he was sitting on the tarp, and you leaned back onto his slimey shoulder.

You didn't mind the slime, in fact, it gave off an odor that wasn't the worst when the slime dried, so a lot of the time you could just go for a walk in your slimey clothing and it would be dry when you came back. Sure, you got odd looks from people you walked across from, but you were twelve years old, and didn't much care what people thought of your personal appearance.

Your mother came back into the living room, cautiously.

"All right, barring any more slimy hugs, I'll be back in an hour or two. You have the whole house to yourself, so don't go destroying anything." She said, eyeing Goodra nervously.

"Allright, I'll see you later." You said, eyes still glued to the TV.

"Gooodra!" Goodra said, turning around and smiling.

"No! Stay!" Your mother said, turning and rushing away.

You heard Goodra giggle as he looked back to the TV, and he laid his head on your own. You reached up and gave him a few pets as you heard your mother leaving, and smiled.

"C'mon Goodra!" You said, pushing his head off of yours and getting up.

"Goo?" He purred, looking at you.

"Get up, ya sack of slime!" You joked, trying to pull him up by his hands before slipping and landing on your rear.

Goodra got up of his own accord, and you walked him over to the couch and pushed him onto the corner. He frowned at the assault, but you just smiled as you climbed on top of him. You nestled on his stomach, tucking your legs behind one of his and inside the couch cushions.

"Goodra?" Goodra asked, rubbing one of your arms.

"I just wanted to cuddle with you." You said, looking back up.

Goodra's belly was very warm, and you could feel his heart thumping somewhere inside his body. The slime that coated his skin made it a bit of a challenge for you to stay on, but eventually he grabbed you from under your arms and pulled you close, keeping you from sliding off of him. The show was winding down; the mech suited heroin had defeated all of the aliens and monsters, and it was now some lovey dovey romantic scene. The heroin was kissing one of the monsters in the rain, for whatever reason, surrounded by the bodies of the creatures that she had slain.

Your twelve year old brain went quickly to what would happen if they continued kissing; sex. It was a new and exciting concept you barely knew of. Most of what you knew about sex was from rumors told to you by your friends, and the experiences of one afternoon once you had come home from school.

You needed to pee as soon as you came home from school, and threw your backpack down and rushed to the restroom. Your pants came flying down around your ankles, and you let loose the pressure in your bladder into the toilet, and it felt very good. Afterwards, you sat on the toilet, and you got the odd feeling that something was new down there. You looked down, and for the first time, it seemed as if you noticed your smaller member slowly growing. Panic gripped you, and you tried to push it back down, but it only grew bigger a lot quicker. What was worse, is that it had felt good, too. You still didn't know why, but you took a bottle of liquid soap from the sink, and squirted a few dollops of the soap on your hand, and it caused you to shiver when you added a few squirts of the cold soap on your now hard member. With the soap thoroughly coating both your hand and your member, you began to stroke it. It didn't really feel like anything for a long time, and you wanted to stop maybe halfway though, but something caused you to keep going. You weren't sure what, but you obeyed it, and continued to keep rubbing yourself. And just as soon as it started, it was over. You didn't feel like you needed to pee, or anything, it just felt extremely good. You didn't know what had happened, and you cleaned up quickly, wiping the soap off of your tender thing off quickly and throwing the towel you used in the bin.

You didn't know who to ask about what had happened, because of how embarrassing you percieved the experience to be, so you didn't tell anyone, not even your friends at school.

Your friends, however, seemed to be much more knowledgeable in the subject of sex. How, you didn't know, but they seemed to know all of the terms and whatnot about the experience. Oral sex. Anal. Ejaculation. Cum. Cock.

All sorts of terms, but one felt right to describe what had happened to you in the bathroom that day. Masturbation.

When you asked a friend what that was, he made a motion with his hand, the same motion you had done to yourself in the bathroom with the soap.

Now, you seemed to have a problem growing in your underwear. You looked down from the two individuals kissing, and saw a small rod in your underwear making a tent.

Uh oh...

"Goodra, I have to go to the bathroom, can you let me go?" You said, looking up at the Pokemon, who's eyes were locked on the TV. You poked his belly.

"Goodra?" He said, shaking his head and looking down.

He let you go, and you slid down to his legs, and got up. You were covered in slime at this point, but it didn't matter. You walked calmly past Goodra and into the restroom. You slid and locked the door before pulling your underwear down around your ankles and kicking them off. They made a wet splat against the wall as they landed, and you giggled at the mess it had made on the wall.

Mom was going to be mad if you didn't clean it up.

But that didn't matter now.

You looked down and saw your member, still hard. Small hairs were growing around where it connected to your waist, and that kinda scared you. Why was hair growing there? After a moment of thought, you shrugged, and sat down on the toilet, a towel and the liquid soap close by. Once a lot of the soap had been put on, you sighed in pleasure as you began to masturbate yourself again.

This was the only way you knew how to fix the problem you had, but it still made you nervous to do this. What would someone say if they caught you? The panic made you feel more excited, however, and you began to stroke your rock hard member even quicker. You began to imagine the heroin and the monster kissing each other, with the monster doing what you were doing in front of the heroin.

Just then, there was a knock on the restroom door.

You froze, panic actually gripping your chest and forcing you into silence.

"Goodra?" You heard a voice from the other side of the door call.

"I'm just...ah... going to the restroom!" You called, feeling your member growing soft.

"Goodra?" Goodra called again.

"Shoo! Go back to the couch!" You said, getting up. "I'm just... uh... using the toilet!"

You didn't hear footsteps pattering away, but it didn't matter now. Your member had shrunk down, and you didn't feel like masturbating anymore. You took the towel and wiped the soap off and washed your hands. After pulling your slimy underwear back up to your waist, you unlocked the door and slid it open.

Surely enough, Goodra was standing there, waiting for you.

"What?" You asked.

"Goodra!" Goodra said, pulling you into a bear hug.

You gasped as his warm belly was pressed into you, but hugged him back. More slime came off and coated you, but it was okay, you liked his hugs, even if you had to change and wash your clothing a lot. He let you go after a minute of hugging, and looked down at your slime covered body.

"Goo?" He asked, a broad smile on his face.

"Yeah. Lots of goo." You said, wiping the slime off of your forehead. With the rejection only a twelve year old boy denied of orgasm could have, you took Goodra's slimy paw and walked back into the living room, shoving him onto the couch and carefully getting on top of his large belly.

The show you and Goodra had been watching had ended what seemed like a few minutes ago, which would explain why he went looking for you. Just your luck...

. . .

It had been an intense few minutes of scrubbing the couch with the cleaner. Your mother had come home, and, unfortunately, did not approve of Goodra being on the couch at all, and had made you clean it up. The slime came off rather easily, but it did not like to stay on the rag you were using, so a bucket was required to get most of the mucus off. Goodra seemed to enjoy watching you clean up after him, and was sitting on his tarp looking rather pleased with your efforts.

"I think it looks pretty good, huh?" You looked back at Goodra, who tried to peer over your shoulder at the couch. He nodded, and you smiled, throwing the rag into the slime bucket.

You called for your mother, and she agreed that it looked good, and made you promise to never let Goodra back onto the couch unless the tarp was on it. You did, and she left you two alone in the living room while she began the process of making dinner. Before dinner was ready to eat, however, you wanted to go for a swim.

"Hey, Goodra, wanna go for a swim?" You asked the Pokemon, who was staring outside.

"Goodra!" He said, jumping up and embracing you in yet another exhausting hug.

"Are you finished?" You asked the Pokemon, trying to shove him off of you.

Thankfully, he let go, and you again scraped the slime off of your face as best you could. You bid him to follow you, and walked into your room, sliding the door shut. He sat on the tarp that he called his bed and watched you as you walked over to the small dresser you had. You took out your bathing suit; it was a small, red piece with a floral design. You liked it, and slid your slime caked underwear down to your ankles. You heard Goodra move, but didn't think much of it as you stepped out of them and collected them. You turned, and saw Goodra looking at your groin, a bashful look slimed onto his face. He was smiling, and it made you a bit self-conscious, but living with parents who treated nudity like anything else made you a bit less nervous about his glances. You tossed your underwear into the hamper, and proudly walked back to your bathing suit, your birthday suit on display. So many suits...

You slid the bathing shorts up around your waist and looked back at Goodra, who was blushing and looking you in the eye.

"Ready?" You asked, smirking.

He nodded, and got up. The two of you walked out of the air conditioned house and into the back yard. As soon as you got outside, it was like walking into a brick wall of heat and moisture. It was absolutely disgusting outside, but being half-naked helped. Goodra seemed to enjoy the weather, and waddled faster than you walked to the pool. He dove in, hitting the water with a loud, thick splat before swimming down to the bottom of the pool. One thing you had to admit, was that Goodra was a good swimmer, and he could hold his breath a lot longer than you could. You took a running jump into the pool, bringing your knees to your chest and wrapping your wrists around your ankles as you cannonballed into the pool. You hit the warm water with what seemed like an explosion in your ears as your body sunk beneath the refreshing surface, and quickly acclimated to the change in temperature. You opened your eyes and saw a blurry Goodra in front of you, smiling. You smiled back before pushing him away and swimming up to the surface for air. Air rushed into your willing lungs after you had broken the surface, and it had never felt so good. Goodra broke the surface a few seconds later as you wiped the water from your eyes. You swam to a nearby edge, and looked at Goodra, who quickly swam in figure eights and did all sorts of neat tricks underwater. After a few minutes, Goodra became bored of him swimming alone, and pulled you, legs first, into the water. It didn't come as a surprise; this was just something Goodra did with people he swam with. No amount of punishment could stop him, so you went with it as he dragged you down to the bottom of the pool.

Once on the bottom, you looked at him, frowning, and pushed him away. You planted your feet on the gritty pool bed, and powerfully pushed off, flying back to the surface. Even though you did surface, you realized almost immediately that something was missing. You felt it as well; your swimsuit had slipped off of your waist, and was lazily floating back to the surface. You quickly dove to get it, but just before you could, Goodra dashed past you and grabbed it, swimming to the other side of the pool in under a second. It was an impressive feat, considering you were clean on the other side. With anger building in your chest, you swam back to the surface, gulping down air as you swam as fast as you could to the other side to reclaim your suit. Goodra watched you, smiling as you struggled in the water he was so good at maneuvering in. As soon as you got to him, Goodra dodged your lunge for your bathing suit and swam to the other side.

"Goodra!" You firmly said, frowning, "Bring that back, now!"

Goodra looked up from the deep end, a playful grin on his face. He placed the swim suit on the ledge of the pool, and dove down to the middle of the pool. You groaned as you swam back to the deep end, back to your swimming suit. It was waiting for you on the ledge, and you grabbed it, putting it on with one hand and holding onto the ledge with the other. Just before you slid it over your knees, you felt Goodra's hand in between your legs, feeling around. You jumped with surprise, and clenched your legs tightly closed as the Pokemon prodded. Goodra surfaced, giving you a smile, but it wasn't like his ordinary smile. It had an odd look to it, like you had something that he wanted.

You tried to pull your swimming suit back up, but he forced you to stop, and pulled it back down.

"Goodra, stop..." You tried to sternly say, pushing him away. It was awkward trying to pull your swimsuit back up when a huge Pokemon was trying to do the opposite. "Goodra, stop..."

You felt his warm hand cup your shrunken genitalia, and pull on your cock. It felt really good, but anyone who looked outside could see that you were being fondled by a Pokemon. You gave him one last shove, and he obeyed. It felt really good when he touched you, but you were just too nervous. He watched you pull your swimsuit up around your waist, and you got up on the ledge, and tied the suit to yourself tighter this time. Goodra swam between your legs, and planted his head on your waist, smiling and looking up at your eyes. No doubt he could feel you slowly getting hard, and your heart began to pound as Goodra deposited his slime all over your crotch.

"Can you... swim over there?" You uncomfortably said, pointing a bit away from your crotch. Goodra didn't obey, and you frowned at him. At this point, you were completely hard, not that it mattered. Your dick had barely started to grow, and there wasn't too much to get hard. But still, you knew Goodra could feel it on his chin. You pushed him off of your waist, noting how he pushed down on your member as he was pushed off.

You slipped back into the pool, and tried to forget what had just happened, and it seemed as if Goodra was as well. There was a ball that was on the edge of the pool, and you picked it up and threw it to the other side. Before it hit the surface, Goodra caught it, and tossed it back to you.

The two of you began to play some kind of catch in the pool, which lasted until dinner. Your mom called the two of you in for the meal, and a towel was waiting for you at the back door. Something you thought was cool about Goodra, was that he was completely waterproof. The water beaded up and ran down his skin and down onto the ground, and it reminded you of a duck. You, however, were not as fortunate, and had to dry off as best you could before walking inside. The air-conditioned temperature stung your now freezing chest as you walked to your room, and you quickly got inside your room and shut your door. Goodra walked over to the tarp and took his place on it.

You felt very nervous around Goodra, now. He had touched you in a place that only you and your doctors were allowed to touch, and you weren't sure if you should tell your mother, or just see if he would stop on his own. You quickly took your swimsuit off, and dried off with the towel, all the while keeping an eye on Goodra, who was still staring at you and your genitals. Before he could do anything, you slid some underwear on, along with some shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt. You looked back to Goodra, who had seemed to lose interest in your fully clothed body.

"Um... Goodra?" You called, looking over to him. He looked up, smiling. "Why did you... uh... do that? In the pool?"

Goodra got up, and walked over to you. You braced for a slimy hug, but instead, he put a hand on your shoulder. You looked up, and he was smiling at you. Before you knew what he was doing, Goodra planted a firm kiss on your lips. You jumped at the action, at the warmth of his lips, the softness, and the slime he left on your lips. Flabbergasted, you took a step back, and fell on your ass.

"What the fuck?" You whispered, pushing yourself back against the dresser.

Goodra was certainly acting different, and you weren't too sure how to act about it. You got up and tried to forget what had just happened.

. . .

If there was one thing anyone could say about your mother, it was that she was a good cook. The dinner she had made was simple, yet delicious; haddock on a bed of tomatoes, peppers, and onions. Overall it was extremely delicious, and you went back for seconds. By the time dinner was over, however, it was around eight at night, and, since you had school the next day, you were sent to your room to go to bed, along with Goodra.

The blankets offered a warm respite to the cold air that poked at your mostly naked body, and you pulled the covers up to your shoulder as you slowly fell asleep. You were nervous that Goodra might try something, but you trusted him enough to easily fall asleep.

. . .

As usual, the obnoxious, PTSD inducing beeps that your digital alarm clock shouted at you at six-thirty in the morning threw you into a state of panic, confusion, and sorrow at realizing that you'd have to go to school today. You quickly sat up and pressed the "off" button, and rested your arms on your legs as you contemplated your hatred for school. It took you a second, but you realized that you were without underwear. You had what your friends called "morning wood," and it freaked you out that you were completely nude.

You scrambled in your search for your underwear, and found them under your blanket, free from any slime stains that might of occurred if Goodra pulled them off. You eyed the still-sleeping Pokemon suspiciously as you slid them back up your legs, and hoped that he hadn't been the one to take them off, that they had just somehow slid down your legs in the middle of the night, even though that had never happened to you before.

With a sigh, you pulled on a pair of jeans, a red shirt, white socks, and took the hat you usually wore to school off of the dresser and put it on. You decided to let Goodra sleep in, and carefully slid the door shut.

The monotonous, boring schedule of groggily eating breakfast, putting on your shoes, leaving for the bus, getting on said bus, and looking at the passing buildings and people as you made your way to school flew by, just as it had every day since you could remember.

As you arrived to the school, you began to feel bored already. Your one and only friend took another bus, but you were able to meet up with him at homeroom. The two of you sat next to each other.

"Hey, man, what's up?" You heard your friend, Jaxton, ask.

"Oh, um... not much." You said, looking over at him.

"Well, that sucks." Jaxton said, leaning back in his chair as he rambled on and on about how his weekend went. His family was rather well off, and he had apparently spent the weekend in the mountains with said family. You were jealous of him, but Jaxton's parents were always at work, and you didn't think you could live with so much time spent apart from your mother.

"I have something to tell you, anyway." Jaxton said to you, snapping you back to reality.

"Huh? Oh, what is it?" You stammered.

"It'll wait for now. There are too many people around us." He said, leaning back further in his chair. You thought that he would slide right onto the ground if he leaned back any further,

"Can you at least tell me what it's about?" You said, frowning. It was cliche, but you didn't like surprises.

"You remember my Weavile, right?"

You shrugged. Jaxton seemed disappointed in you, but he shrugged.

"Weavle? My Pokemon?" He said, calling his Weavile by his nickname.

"Oh, yeah, Weavle! You should have said so!" You said, smiling.

"Well, it's about her." Jaxton said, smirking.

It caught you off guard that he knew her sex. He hadn't last time you were over. You wondered all throughout your classes what he was talking about until the bell rang for lunch. The lunch was a substandard, depressing meal, but you didn't care about that. You found, and went over to Jaxton, who was sitting alone, as he usually did until you got there. You sat down next to him and placed your tray down.

"So, what did you want to tell me?" You asked.

"Huh?" Jaxton said, a weird look on his face.

"This morning, in homeroom. You said you had something to tell me about with Weavle." You said, taking a bite out of the sandwich on the tray.

"Oh, yeah..." Jaxton said, blushing. "Well, uh... I fucked her."

You stopped eating and looked at him, surprise all over your face.

"You fucked her?" You loudly said, astonished.

"Fuck man, do you want the whole school to know?!" Jaxton exclaimed, frowning at you.

"Sorry, Jax." You muttered, scooching closer to him. "You fucked Weavle, man?"

"Yeah. It felt fucking great," Jaxton said, a dreamy look on his face. "She was all over my dick, man. She sucked it and everything, and guess what?"

"What?" You asked, a little shocked at how blatant he was.

"She fucking swallowed all of my cum, dude!" He said, giggling. "It felt fucking awesome."

"W-... How did you fuck her, though?" You asked, wanting to beg for the details.

"I just got out of the shower, dried off, went to my room, and she was there on my bed, waiting for me." Jaxton said, smiling at the thought. "She was fingering herself and looking at me, so I just... you know? Fucked her."

Jaxton usually loved to brag about stuff, but for some odd reason, you didn't think he was bragging about this, and it made you feel odd.

"Have you ever fucked your Pokemon? Goodra?" Jaxton asked.

You were taken aback by the question, embarrassed at the question and at yourself for not knowing his Pokemon when he knew yours. You gather your wits and then told him what had happened in the pool yesterday with Goodra.

"Huh. So, did you like it?" He asked, smiling.

"Well, to be honest, I was pretty scared. It was in my pool, and my mom probably could have seen, but..." You took a second to think about what had really happened. "I don't know, man. Kinda felt weird."

"Weird?" Jaxton laughed. "If I were you, I'd jump on the oppertunity to fuck a Goodra. They probably lubricate themselves with all the goo and shit."

"Goodra's a guy, though." You said, weirded out.

"So?" Jaxton said, laughing harder. "Last time I checked, he wasn't a human, and he has an asshole, I assume?"

"I guess so..." You said, imagining Goodra in all sorts of revealing poses. "What if he... You know?"

"What?" Jaxton asked, eyebrows raised in anticipation.

"Well... Gets hard? Or... or fucks me?" Jaxton started to laugh, but you angrily talked through it. "He's a large Pokemon, not like Weavel."

"You have a point..." Jaxton said after he was done laughing. "Well, in that case, you're fucked. Literally."

You sighed, but you had to admit to yourself, you wondered what it would feel like to be fucked by Goodra, or how big his cock was. You finished off your sandwich and returned your tray. As you went back to your seat, you saw that Jaxton had his phone out and was looking at pictures. You sat down and looked over his shoulder.

"What are those?" You asked.

"Weavle." Jaxton said, smiling as he showed you the pictures.

It was indeed Weavle, Jaxton's Pokemon. It was a picture of her on his bed, resting on his pillow with her legs open wide. You could see her spreading the lips of her slit with her clawed fingers, lust in her eyes and a cute little grin. He swiped right on his phone, and there was another photo of Weavle on her knees, sucking a dick. Most of it was in her mouth, but your heart jumped at the realization that Jaxton wasn't lying. The next photo was her face with a few spurts of white liquid on it.

"That's the cumshot!" Jaxton said proudly.

"Wow..." You said, looking at it. Weavles tongue was out and lapping at the cum on her lips. A blush that matched her eyes ran across her face, and the look in her eyes could only be described as satisfied. "You weren't kidding..."

"Nope." Jaxton said, putting the phone away. "Bet your pissed at yourself for wearing shorts, huh?"

"What?" You looked down, and saw that you were rock hard, and your shorts clearly had an indentation from your little erection. You immediately squished your legs together, a cherry red blush exploding on your face. "Ah... um... eheh..."

Jaxton just smirked as he got up to put his tray back, and left you alone with your awkward erection. Fate hocked a loogie into your mouth just then, because the bell to dismiss you rang, and everyone had to leave the cafeteria. You got up, and tried your best to hide your shame, and hoped that nobody saw the fact that you were shuffling like an idiot.

Your erection lasted until the end of the next class, and was thankfully gone before your last class. It wasn't your fault; the pictures Jaxton had taken had really made you hard. The last class seemed to fly by, and even if it hadn't, you were so preoccupied with lustful thoughts that it might as well have. On the bus ride home, all you could think about was how, or if you even were going to, fuck Goodra.

It still scared you of how big he was, and, since he was a male, you wondered if you would have to go to the emergency room if he fucked you. The very thought scares you.

You got off of the bus, and climbed the steps into your house. As you did so, you noticed that your mother wasn't home. She must still be at work, or maybe she was shopping. It caused you to think more about fucking Goodra, almost as if her absense was her concent to fuck him. Your heart pounded as you walked through the door.

"Goodra?" You called.

You kicked off your shoes at the door and placed your backpack on a chair. There was a note on the counter that you picked up. After unfolding it, you could tell it was from your mother.

It read,

Son,

I am going to have to work until late tonight. There is food in the fridge from last night that you could heat up for you and your gooey friend for dinner tonight. Please make sure to do the dishes and sweep the floor before you watch TV all night.

Please don't destroy the house, or I'll make you clean it up.

Love,

Mom

P.S. Don't forget to do your homework!

It must have been a sign, or something. She was gone... all day. You heard Goodra walk behind you, and you turned around to see him smiling down at you. He was a very tall Pokemon...

"Mom's gone all day." You said, holding the note in front of you.

"Goodra!!!" Goodra exclaimed, jumping in the air before hugging you.

"Yeah..." You whisper to yourself as you hug him back.

He let go, and walked into the living room. You went into your bedroom, short for breath because you were so nervous.

Well?

Did you want to fuck Goodra or not?

Hell, you didn't even know how to fuck something. Maybe you could see if he would give you a blowjob? Well, whatever you were going to do, you couldn't do it clothed.

You took off your shirt, still uncertain and nervous. Last chance to turn back...

You slid both your shorts and underwear off in one go, and kicked them towards the shirt you were wearing just a moment ago. The socks around your feet were peeled off and thrown in the small pile of clothing, and you were left alone, and completely nude in your room. Your small cock was slowly pulsing, and growing, and you felt like your heart was about to explode. Sweat ran down your forehead as you walked out of your room and into the living room. Goodra was there, watching TV. He hadn't heard you walk in.

Last chance.

You stood there awkwardly for what seemed like forever in an attempt to make up your mind. Every bone in your body was trembling, and you felt like you were going to throw up. Why were you like this?

Before you could move, Goodra looked at the doorway, as if he knew you were there. When he saw that you were nude, he smiled, and got up.

"Goodra?" He questioned when you flinched.

"I um..." You said, stammering. You hid your genitals behind your hands, a muscle reaction from foreign eyes on them. "Uh..."

You looked up at Goodra, who had his head cocked to one side, looking at you in confusion. You took your hands away from your groin, and gulped.

"I want to fuck you."

"..."

You instantly recoiled at the words. You had no right to ask, none at all! With a heart rate in the two hundreds, you sat down on the couch and began to cry. It was unexpected, but when you said what you had said, it had been so nerve racking that you didn't know what else to do. Goodra dove down and hugged you, calmly muttering his name as he stroked your back. It felt good to have a shoulder to cry into.

About a minute into the sobs, Goodra took you by the chin and lifted your head to up his. He looked down, and you saw his lovely, emerald green eyes. He smiled understandingly, and kissed you.

This kiss was longer than the one you shared in the pool. You personally didn't understand the significance of Goodra kissing you, all you know is that it felt odd, yet somehow wonderful. At one point in the kiss, you felt his tongue poke into your mouth, and you recoiled at the slimy muscle. It was warm, and wet, and felt uncomfortable on your tongue. Goodra seemed to realize that, and withdrew from you.

"Goodra..." He said, smiling.

"That was... fun." You said, smiling. "I liked it."

"Goo!" Goodra said with an open, triumphant smile.

"So, you don't mind if I want to... You know?" You nervously asked.

Goodra shook his head, and smiled.

"So... um... How are we going to do this?" You asked him.

Goodra gives another smile, this one conveying the lust he must feel for you. He slides down your legs, leaving a trail, and settles down on his knees. You gulp in anticipation.

Was this really going to happen? Was it a dream? Goodra was between your young legs, and smiling at you.

He reached out with his hand, pausing just before he touched your flaccid cock. You were frightened at how Goodra looked at your cock, but you weren't going to stop him now. After a second, you felt Goodra's hand wrap gently around your member. It was warm, very warm. He placed it in between his fingers and began to tug on it, looking at you with a smile. It took awhile, but you finally relaxed and let him do whatever he wanted to do to you. The warmth and pressure of his hand felt like nothing you had ever experienced before, and before you knew it, your cock was harder than oak. The natural slime that coated Goodra's hand was transferred to your cock, and his digits easily began to slide up and down your hard member. Goodra really seemed to enjoy this, and reached down with his other hand. You could feel him begin to fondle your balls with his wet fingers, holding one testicle in his fingers and rubbing it for bit before doing the same to the other one. His hands wrapped around the tip of your cock and began to massage it, causing you to squirm on the couch. With his other hand, he resumed masturbating you.

You just leaned back, grunting and squeaking in pleasure as you were masturbated by Goodra. It felt extremely good, much better than using soap, for sure. And, what was better, was that Goodra seemed to enjoy playing with your small human cock.

It all felt so alien to you, however. You had only touched yourself like this once or twice before, and had only brought yourself to orgasm once. Goodra's weight on your legs, his hands jerking you off and fondling your balls, it all felt too good. Way too good, in fact.

"Goodra, stop...." You muttered, squirming under the gooey dragons grasp. He looked up and smiled at you, his bright green eyes conveying the lust he felt towards you.

"Goo?" He gurgled, slowly twisting your small cock up and down in his hand.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum..." You moaned, trying your hardest not to.

Goodra stopped, much to your cock's disappointment, and he sat up. He looked so cute, and you kind of felt bad for asking him for something like this. He got off of you, small trails of slime from where he was followed him, and laid down on his tarp. After spreading his legs, he smiled.He wanted you to fuck him now.

It was time.

You got up, your legs quivering, and made your way over to Goodra. He was all smiles as you made your way between him, and attempted to get into a position you thought would work. You shivered as your balls dragged on his slimy skin, and you would have been content with just rubbing yourself on him. Goodra had a small asshole, for such a large Pokemon. It was a fleshy hole that rested between his chubby legs and tail, kind of where you expected to find an asshole. His hole was slightly pulsing, which you found a little weird.

Your erection had gone almost completely flaccid at this point. Chalk it up to the stress or what have you, so instead of fucking right away, you gave his puckered hole a small rub. Goodra took a deep breath as you traced around it, and eventually dipped the finger in. For the first half inch or so, it was very tight, and tried to push your hand out. It was a lot softer and warmer than the outside of the hole, and once you pushed in, it grew warmer, albeit looser. You felt the walls of the warm hole, and were surprised to find them to be quite bumpy and stiff. Every few seconds or so, the hole would squeeze around your finger, in a vain attempt to push it out. You began to imagine the pressure on your cock instead of your finger; how it would feel, how it would milk you. You wondered if you would be able to feel the rigid walls of his asshole or not. The thoughts swirling around in your head got you surprisingly hard.

Well, it was now or never.

Your mother would be back in maybe an hour or two, and you didn't know when you would get an opportunity like this again. You positioned your member over the little hole, both hands holding you up. You looked up at Goodra before jabbing him with your member. He gave a reassuring smile. That was all you needed.

You lowered yourself on the hole, and felt the asshole easily give way. You gasped at the warm wall that surrounded your member. It was just your tip, but as you drove your cock deeper into his flesh, it only grew warmer and so much better. Goodra gave a small cry of gratification as you sank your cock all the way into him, your balls resting against his flesh.

A primal feeling awoke in you, and, even though you would have been fine dying right then and there, your cock surrounded by a warm, soft pit of flesh, you pulled out of him. His asshole made odd sucking sounds as you pulled your cock out of him, and the opening of his asshole pressed against you, like he was forcing your cock out of him. It did, in fact, pop out of him, and you frowned, took it gently in one hand, and pushed it back into him. The warmth of you sliding into him sent tingles down your spine, and again, you lazily drove it into him.

"This feels really good, Goodra..." You murmured out as you laid on the dragon, cock nested in him.

Goodra murmured his name a couple of times as you pulled your waist off of him. You pushed your cock into him again, and when your belly collided with his, you felt an odd bump on your chest. After pulling out of him and looking down, you were pleasantly surprised to see a long, maybe eight inch cock, as pink as a rose and tapered ever so slightly. The base of his odd cock was a lot thicker than the tip, that was for sure.

"Woah..." You said, sitting up. "Is this your cock?"

Goodra looked down and nodded, smiling. He must have been really excited to have you penetrating him, and his growing erection seemed to be proof of that. You moved your hand over to it, holding it just above it.

It was very warm, you could feel the heat even from where your hand was. You looked up at Goodra, who was looking at you with a look you've never seen before on the Pokemon. It looked like he was scared.

"What's wrong? Do you not want me to touch it?" You asked, a glimmer of sadness weighing your voice down.

Goodra didn't respond, he just nervously looked at you. After a few seconds of thought, you wrapped your hand around the base of his warm, slimy cock. You heard him gasp and shudder at your firm grip on his member. The slime, and pressure from your hand, caused said hand to glide up his cock until it slid off of the small tip of his cock. It was kinda fun, so you did it again, but this time, you went back down, giggling as the cock expanded your hand with its girth. Goodra seemed to be squirming under your touch, and it wasn't a minute later when he stopped you from jerking him off. You looked up. He had a thankful expression, but it looked like he wanted you to resume rutting him.

Deciding against what he wanted, you resumed playing with his cock. It was fun, after all. Fucking him had been nice, and all, but you had, for whatever reason, had more fun jerking him off. His cock just felt good in your hand. You swiftly tugged on his shaft, causing him to squirm and protest the movement of your hand on his cock. This just made you jerk him off faster.

You felt two iron-like grips on your arms. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't move. You looked up at Goodra, who was frowning. He demonstrated his freakish strength when he picked you up like nothing, threw your body over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, got up, threw you back on the couch with a whump, and then got between your legs.

"W-what are you doing...?" You asked as he pulled your groin under his legs.

"Goodra!" He stated triumphantly.

You understood what he was doing when he grabbed your freakishly erect cock and sat on it. All of the things you got to enjoy when you were on the top of Goodra were gone; the Pokemon began to rut you instead. Waves of pleasures cascaded up and down your cock as Goodra squeezed it with his asshole, and, even though he weighed a lot, the pressure on your waist seemed to only add to the experience. As he bounced up and down on your cock, his own member was smacking wetly against your chest every time he sank down to your balls. You despretly wasnted to take it into your hands and jerk him off, but the way he was fucking you just felt too good.

You felt an odd pressure slowly building up in your loins. Knowing what it was, you tried to delay it as much as possible, but all of your attempts to block the incoming orgasm failed. Goodra just knew how to fuck you really well.

You threw your head back and moaned loudly as waves of pleasure were spat out of your cock and into Goodra's warm, slimy asshole. He stopped bouncing on your cock and leaned down on you, smiling. He moved his rear back and forth, in an attempt to milk as much cum from you as he could. You threw your arms around his neck as you came, and he gave you a kiss on the neck when he felt your grip weaken. He sat up and smiled triumphantly again.

"Goodra! Goodra!" He said enthusiastically.

"W...What...?" You stammered, slowly gaining awareness.

Goodra had gotten off of you, leaving a coat of slime almost everywhere on you, especially your groin and pulsing genitals. He was craning his neck to look at his rear, which was dripping with a mixture of his own slime and your cum. You propped your body up on the couch with your arms and looked at his expression of delight at his dribbling asshole.

"Did... did I do that?" You asked, a little off put at just how much cum you had apparently shot into him.

Goodra looked over at you and nodded, all while he was smiling his signature smile. You nodded to yourself, and laid back down on the couch, trying to bask in the glow that was burning through your legs. Goodra's weight made itself known on the couch, and you sat up again. He was sitting on the couch, looking down at his pulsing cock with worry. You got up and crawled over to him, leaning on his thigh and looking up at him.

"Why are you so sad? It's just an erection..." You said, pushing it down with a finger and smiling as it hastily returned to its stout position.

"Goodra...." He said, squirming.

He tried to shove you off, but you were having none of it. You didn't think that his cock would ever be able to fit inside you, and, quite frankly, you didn't want Goodra penetrating you, but you figured you could rub it in between your cheeks. It was an odd way of getting Goodra off, and the hetrosexual part of your mind was screaming for you not to do it, but he just looked so sad, you couldn't just leave him like this, especially since he had let you fuck him.

Goodra seemed to think that you wanted him to fuck you, and was trying to push you away from his cock, sliding from one end of the couch to the other, but you kept at it. Eventually, he was cornered, and you had one of his legs pinned under one of your own, and as much as he tried to struggle, he couldn't seem to get free.

"Do you trust me, Goodra?" Your heart pounding from the nervousness.

Goodra shook his head in a resounding no, but after the puppy dog eyes you gave him, he bit his lip, as if lost in thought. Before he could come up with an answer, you sat on his cock, and caused him to shutter. It felt weird, having your asscheeks spread like this, but at least you weren't being penetrated by him.

You assumed that would hurt more.

His cock managed to spread your cheeks apart more as you slid down it, and the thick part of his tapered cock felt good against your small asshole. Goodra wrapped his arms around you and tried to push you off, but you got right back on his cock with a grin and began to quickly move up and down his cock. He was squeaking his name as he tried to shove you off, but whenever he succeeded, you would get right back on the pulsing member and his next shove wouldn't be as hard as the last one. After a few more shoves and remounts, you felt him stop resisting, and began to slide back and forth on his member, enjoying the natural lubricant his cock spewed out. You actually found yourself getting hard again, but you were focused on Goodra. Two wet, fat arms found themselves around your waist, and you found that Goodra had began to use his hips to slide his cock in and out of your cheeks, so you focused on squeezing them as hard as you could. It worked, and you felt Goodra use more force in between his thrusts as he fucked your asscheeks. You felt him stop thrusting, and looked back. He was panting, the sheen of slime that usually coated his face seemed particularly more shiny.

"You okay?" You asked, slowly beginning to move up and down his cock.

"G-goodra..." He said, throwing his head back.

You stopped moving as he recovered. After a minute or so of him panting, you felt arms wrap around you, and turn you around. With your back resting on the couch, Goodra put his cock right above yours with a grin. You had never measured your cock, in fact, you had never even thought about it, but it was obvious that Goodra was much more endowed than you. His cock looked a lot better than yours, in your opinion. A panicked thought ran through your mind; was he going to fuck you?

"Um... Goodra, I don't think.... I don't think it's gonna fit..." You stammered, your heart begins to pound again as he pushed your legs together and got into position.

He just smiled and pished his cock through your legs, and it all suddenly became clear; he wasn't going to fuck your ass, just your legs. You shivered at the contact his cock made as it pushed against your flaccid cock, pulling it forwards before sliding it back. It quickly got you hard, and you laid back and enjoyed it as Goodra fucked you, enjoying the feeling of his cock rubbing against yours. He placed his hands on your legs and began to push them together even tighter, and used them for support as his cock slid in and out of your chubby legs. You felt him begin to stammer in his thrusts, and figured he was close. You didn't know what, if anything, to say, so all you did was squeeze your thighs as he erratically fucked your legs. After three or so powerful thrusts into your legs, you began to become covered in his cum.

White ropes of the liquid shot out of his cock at amazing speeds, and a few of them hit you in the face. Most of the Pokemon's cum pooled up on your belly, but he kept shooting his seed and screaming his name. You began to laugh at the spectacle, of Goodra wildly thrusting in and out of your legs, screaming his name and showering you with his slimy cum.

After he was finished, you felt his grasp on your legs weaken, and he collapsed on your chest. It knocked the breath out of you, and you quickly sucked air into your lungs as Goodra softly cooed his name. Once you felt good, you couldn't help but smile at him. He looked so at peace with himself as he lay in a pool of his own cum. You reached down and began to stroke his long neck, running your fingers along the light green groves that periodically dotted his neck.

After a minute of cuddling with Goodra, you felt yourself begin to get hard again. It wasn't your fault, you were a twelve year old boy, and a rather large, slimy Pokemon was resting on your cock. His chest was pushing against your growing member with every breath, and eventually he must have felt it, because he got up with a grin and looked down. Sure enough, your member was standing at attention, gently throbbing as the two of you examined it.

"Do... do you think you could suck on it?" You gulped, looking away from Goodra.

You felt a hand guide your head back to look at him. Goodra was smiling reassuringly, as if trying to tell you that you had nothing to worry about. The two of you were in this together. He slid down to your knees again, for the second time this evening. You felt his hand begin to slide up and down your cock, squishing the tip between his fingers as he played with your member. This must have been revenge for the time when you had jerked him off instead of fucking him.

He stopped pretty quickly, however.

Goodra was nothing if not obedient, it seemed. Your heart was racing as his mouth neared your cock. You felt the heat from his breaths on your moist, throbbing member. Goodra seemed to be teasing you, running a finger up and down your shaft and just breathing on it. For a while, it seemed as if that was all he was going to do. Then, thankfully, you felt a warm, slimy, yet soft tongue slip from the very base of your cock up to the tip of your cock.

"Oh, Arceus..." You said as Goodra's tongue gave you a onceover.

He giggled, and ran his tongue back down your shaft, tracing different lines and veins as he went down your member. You felt unsure of this, but you put your hands on his head. You didn't apply pressure, or shove him down, it just felt right. Goodra seemed to like this, and worked his way back up your fluttering cock. You took a deep breath as you looked down. He was looking at your cock with his smile, and opened his mouth. An explosion of heat and wet was driven down your cock as Goodra sucked the entire member into his mouth. Whatever flaccidity was in your cock up until that point immediately went away. You had the hardest erection you thought you could get, and began to push down on his head with a bit of force now. This felt way too good, and your body wasn't comfortable not doing anything. As you clenched your legs together, it was amazing at how well Goodra was at sucking you off. His tongue swirled around your member as he sucked on it, and he had even taken to fondling your balls with his slimy hands as he made you moan. He wrapped his arms around your waist and began to push your cock into his mouth, going down it as he pushed you into him. This caused you to smack against his face with some force, but he seemed to be enjoying it. Wet smacking sounds filled the room, along with your high pitched moans and Goodra's deep hums of appreciation. Goodra really was an expert on sucking your cock, somehow. He let your waist go, seeming to hope that you would get the message and begin to thrust on your own. You didn't, but he seemed indifferent to your inaction. He wrapped his hand around your cock and began to jerk you off, spending a lot of his time with your tip in his mouth. With his other hand he began to fondle your balls, rubbing each gently before tickling the bottom of the sack and rubbing the self appointed itch away. After a bit of ball fondling, you felt him rub all the way back to your asshole. It felt odd, feeling his hand making its way lazily up into your ass.

"What... oh.... What are yo-you doin ...doing?" You murmured, deep in the throes of both passion and pleasure.

"Goodra!" Goodra said with a mouthful of cock. It was a bit hard to understand him, but he was sucking your cock, not giving a speech.

"GAH!" You yelped as you felt him spread your asshole apart.

A warm, well lubricated hand was pushed into your virgin asshole, officially breaking it in. Goodra continued to suck you off, even when you tried to force his hand out of your asshole. He just pushed harder and took a bit more of your cock in his mouth. You had to admit, it did feel pretty good after the initial wave of pain left your ass. His hand was big, sure, but it was slimy, and easily slid in and out. It honestly felt like you were pooping. You felt his hand press against something that caused shivers to run down your spine. You weren't sure what he was doing, but along with the blowjob, you knew you couldn't take much more of this. It felt as if Goodra was forcing the cum out of you, and you made a mental note of where he was rubbing in your ass for later.

One clench of your legs and asshole later, and you began to cum. Goodra smiled as he sucked the cum out of you, and you were treated to an orgasm like no other. Waves and waves of pleasure, bliss, and lust crashed against you like an ocean as a soft tongue traced where the cum shot out of you, helping it along. You felt him suck on your tip like a child would a lollipop, and it honestly made you shiver in delight.

After a minute, you began to squirm under the tutelage of Goodra's tongue. You pushed him off of your cock, and he thankfully obeyed.

"Fuck, Goodra..." You said, panting.

He crawled up you and laid his head on your slimy chest. It was nice, and you began to rub his head again. He seemed to like that.

"Well, we should probably get up." You said, pushing him off gently. "Look at this mess..."

The couch was indeed a mess. Slime, cum, and other such bodily fluids had made a mess of the couch. Goodra obeyed, and got off of you, laying down on his tarp in the corner of the room. It would have been to easy to fuck him on the tarp, right?

As the TV played some crime drama, you began the long process of cleaning off the couch, all the while feeling eyes on your ass. It took a lot of elbow grease, but eventually the couch looked as good as new, along with the carpet near it.

"I'm going to take a shower...." You said to yourself.

Just before you left the living room, Goodra got up and ran over to you, tackling you in a hug. Again, you sucked in air as he squeezed you, and tried to hug back. Goodra looked down at you and gave you a long, sloppy lick, giggling as he got off of you and returned to his tarp.

"Goodness..." You murmured to yourself as you got up.

It certainly had been a fun evening, and you were sure to tell your friend tomorrow. First, however, there was a lot of stuff to wash off of you, half of which you didn't even know the name of. You were, for sure, going to do this again tonight, however.

The End

Author's Note

Hello. I wanted to apologize for Chapter Three, or Squirtle's chapter. It was extremely low effort, and I may rewrite it in the future. I guess it was because I was writing it on my phone, but from now on, my chapters are going to be a minimum of ten thousand words, no exception.

Anyways, thanks for the kudos and whatnot, and I hope you enjoyed these works so far. I can promise there will be more to cum!

Kadarchy