Precious Cargo
Story by FestivalGrey on SoFurry
Fresh on a trip to the Sinnoh region, Melony finds an Infernape she adores a great deal. Lovemaking ensues, which leaves the curvaceous leader with a bit more weight to carry than usual… just as she wants.
As she withdrew her last teammate, Melony’s face bloomed into a wide smile and she applauded her opponent. “Sweeping my entire team with one pokemon? Now that’s well-done!”
Her adversary, a pokemon ranger, smirked in response, and his pokemon—a massive, fiery monkey called “Infernape”—preened itself.
“Until my son took over,” Melony continued, “I was a Gym Leader, you know. So I’m not exactly an easy win.”
The ranger nodded in recognition. “You certainly fight like one. If I didn’t have a pokemon perfectly suited to your type, I would have been in trouble.”
“Fighting and fire, eh?” Melony murred, eying the Infernape. He was lean and handsome, his fur an array of colors. His long tail thrashed pleasantly, and warm fire blazed atop his crown. “I’ve heard of these pokemon, but never seen them.”
“Not surprised,” the ranger said. “The Sinnoh League keeps a tight lid on them. They’re our starters, and highly sought-after in the competitive circuit. Extremely rare outside this region, and they want to keep it that way.”
“That so?” Melony said, her voice low. “What a shame.” She continued studying the powerful pokemon before her: he was tall, strong, confident. Anthropomorphic enough to be familiar, but wild enough to be exotic.
She met his eyes, blue like a sapphire sea, and he returned her gaze, smoldering.
Oh, he was interesting.
“Young man,” Melony said, alighting on an idea even as she spoke, “such a good pokemon deserves a… reward, wouldn’t you say?”
The ranger, to his credit, knew exactly what she was driving at. “He’s popular,” he said. “Some might judge, but rangers, we know how it is between people and pokemon.” The Infernape turned to meet his eyes, and he laughed. “All right, buddy.” He turned and pointed. “There’s a clearing in there for privacy. I’ll give you two a bit of time.”
“Appreciated,” Melony purred.
In the clearing, she hummed to herself as she stripped bare. The Infernape watched with undisguised pleasure. The two of them couldn’t have been more different in build: he was tall and lean and hardy, whereas Melony herself was short, plump, curvaceous.
She neatly folded her clothes into a pile and placed them on a rock (no sense in dirtying them up) and then turned to the Infernape.
“So, they don’t want you leaving Sinnoh?” she said coyly, rubbing one hand down her the curve of her hip. Her skin was pale and clean like the ice she commanded. “Wonder what’s so special? Your skill in battle, perhaps?” She strolled closer to him, sashaying, and the Infernape smiled wider at the way her plump hips and generous bosom swayed with every step. “Or perhaps… your lovemaking?”
She was on him now. Standing on her tiptoes, Melony wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him in for a deep kiss. She could tell the activity was foreign to the Infernape, but he was a quick learner, his thick simian tongue probing her mouth and tracing patterns on the back of her teeth.
They broke, both blushing and panting, and Melony felt his growing cock poking at her tummy. She glanced down—it was fully erect and strangely small, no bigger than the average human’s. Not that it mattered. Size only took you so far.
“You battled long and bravely,” she whispered to him. “Now you get your reward. Be a good boy and claim this cunt, won’t you?”
His voice high and trilling, the Infernape complied. Hitching his arms around hers, he hoisted Melony off the ground. She squeaked in surprise—he was so strong!—but wriggled her hips in anticipation as he angled her over his waiting cock. Meeting her gaze with those gorgeous blue eyes, he lowered her down even as he pushed his hips up to meet her.
Her pussy sang as he sunk into her. Melony had taken enough cocks (and birthed enough children) for anything to go in easy, and the Infernape’s relatively small size only made it easier. The result was a smooth, almost frictionless sliding home that let the Infernape hilt instantly without fuss. Melony murred in appreciation, bliss washing over her, and she sunk against his chest. His fur was short and mildly coarse, but also pleasantly warm. His simian arms wrapped around her back, holding her tight as he humped her. Each push sent his cock knocking on the door to her womb, making her gasp with delight: ‘Ahh—ahhn—oh, I-Infernape—” and purr with warmth. It was quick, pleasant, simple lovemaking.
She found that grinding her hips sent some of his fur tickling her clit. The sensation was positively electric, and she instantly went from languid, sleepy bliss to a high trill of wonderment, her pussy fluttering and clenching as she approached orgasm. The stimulation was more than appreciated by the Infernape, who bucked harder in response. She felt his cock throbbing, forecasting his orgasm.
“I bet you’re not allowed to cum in your partners often, are you,” Melony said, breathy with delight. “They’re so insistent on controlling your species.” The Infernape chirred in response, which she took for affirmation.
“Well,” she breathed, “there’s—aaaaaaahh,” she purred as his cock teased the back of her pussy even as his fur brushed against her clit, “there’s n-no one here to stop you now, is there?”
He panted.
“That’s right, my big beautiful boy,” she said, wrapping her arms around him tighter, holding him close. Her fingers threaded through his fur. “Cum in me. Flood me with seed. You know you want to.”
Infernape whined.
“It’s your treat,” she pushed. “Your reward. You’re so good. You deserve it. Cum in me!”
She kissed the base of his ear and he clutched her tight, grunting as his cock pulsed. Melony gasped as she felt his semen—warm, warm, warm!—flood into her, seeping past her cervix to flush her womb. She held him, groaning and trembling, as her own orgasm washed over her in response, her pussy clutching his rod tight and milking it for even more of his hot and precious cum.
When it was all done, the two of them reposed in the glade, both resting and lazy. His cock was still in her—neither of them wanted it out.
“Good boy,” Melony said, idly stroking the pale white fur on his chest. She could still feel his seed in her womb, so warm and delightful. She wanted it in her for as long as possible for what she had planned. “Such a very good boy.”
“All clear. Move forward, please.”
Her indulgent, months-long sabbatical finished, Melony stepped, allowing the agent in the transportation center access to her passport. Nearby, another worker was idly scanning her luggage.
“Everything seems to be in order,” the agent said, a tired smile touching the corners of his mouth. “Anything to declare?”
Melony met his smile. “Nothing.”
“Any cargo that shouldn’t be leaving Sinnoh?”
She replied with a tinkling laugh. “Why, none at all.”
He nodded. “I hope you enjoyed our country, ma’am.”
She took her passport with a smile, retrieved her luggage, and walked over to wait for her airplane. She’d used a bit of her retirement stipend to spring for a very luxurious first-class trip back.
Finding a comfortable seat outside of her terminal, she sat with a sigh, and then gently caressed her plump, round belly with both hands.
She was well known for being curvaceous and big at the best of times. Small wonder the transport authorities hadn’t noticed that there was a little extra curve in her belly, a little extra weight to her step.
“Anything to declare?” she whispered to herself, eyes alight with impishness. “Why, nothing… my pregnancy is my own business, of course.” As if on cue, the life within her—a swiftly-growing baby Chimchar—squirmed inside, making her gasp as the sensation and blush in sudden delight.
Oh yes, Melony was still quite fertile—and more than willing to bear baby pokemon. Taking one fingertip, she traced loose circles over her plump tummy through the fabric of her designer coat, imagining that the sensation was soothing to her new baby.
“That’s right,” she murmured. “Rest, little one.” She had months yet to go and already felt so warm, so maternal towards her new child. It didn’t matter that it was a pokemon; it didn’t matter that she had conceived more or less just to introduce an exciting new species to Galar. This Chimchar was her baby, and she loved it just as much as any of her other children. “I wonder how Gordie’ll take to you, love?”
A distant roar perked her ears. The plane was arriving. She smiled to herself. The plane would spirit them both back to Galar, Melony and the precious cargo she was carrying, and her offspring would prove to be the progenitor of a new line of Chimchar and Monferno and Infernape in Galar, all proud and fiery and beautiful. “Let’s go home, little one,” she said, rising slowly, feeling confident in her gravidity. She held her plump, rounding belly in both hands. They were just about to open the plane to first-class patrons. “Let’s go home.”