Out of His League
A birthday present for my dear Cronocrusher. I hope folks like pokemon stories, cause I've churned out a lot this winter, so for a while we're just going to be dropping pokefic for a bit. This is not an equalistverse story, so no TF in this one.
Summary: Micah was warned by the natives of this island that the Alpha Blaziken known as Pyre was not to be trifled with. Micah still tries to capture her, and in the process inadvertently ends up captured himself.
The locals had warned Micah that the alpha blaziken Pyre could not be defeated by just any trainer, but Micah had thought with a team of water types he might overwhelm the stubborn avian. He’d been very wrong, and now found himself backed into a corner of Pyre’s seaside cave, where he’d been waiting to ambush her. Micah reached for his final pokeball, his trusty Zura was a salazzle he never intended to use but brought along with him everywhere for good luck.
Micah threw Zura out in front of the towering blaziken, bolting for the cave mouth as he yelled, “Gas this place, girl!”
The salazzle chittered and expelled a massive plume of gas into the cave. Micah covered his mouth, trying to keep the pheromonal fog from entering too much of his lungs. It shouldn’t affect either him or Pyre that much, but the fog itself would give him a chance to—
He yelped when a set of claws snatched the collar of his jacket and flung him across the cave. He went flying straight into Zura, who somehow managed to brace herself and catch him. Still, being bigger than her, the two went rolling across the cave floor, but she did break his fall.
Groaning, wind knocked out of him, Micah sucked in a lungful of the tainted cave air, coughing a little as he rolled onto all fours, hearing Zura hiss at the approaching Pyre whose talons click-click-clicked across the stone floor. Zura made a sound like she readied to hock a loogie before spitting a poison gunk shot at Pyre, but she smacked the offending substance away with a fist before lunging forward with a flying knee that struck Zura square in the snout. The salazzle went flying past with a shriek, Micah reaching out to her as she flew past, crying out, “Zura!”
She slammed into the cave wall and fell limp before Micah balled her to keep her safe. When he turned to face Pyre again, Micah did the first thing he thought of and bowed prostrate, face to the cave floor. He said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I’ll never bother you again.”
Pyre clucked her beak and placed a taloned foot on his back, pressing Micah’s knees hard into the stone. Pyre raised her beak and shrieked her conquest, the noise echoing in the cave so loudly it made Micah’s ears ring. He was terrified she would kill him. The locals warned him. She was the uncontested guardian of this island, and he was an interloper, utterly at her mercy.
And to top it off, Zura’s pheromones still lingered and choked the still air of the cave, which had Micah rock hard in his pants. He really didn’t want to die with an erection. Would it still be there when rigor mortis set in? Would that be how his body was found?
Pyre took her foot off him, and Micah whimpered, “Please… I’m so sorry. I’ll do anything to just walk away and never come back.”
He heard the nares on her beak flare and exhale smoke. Pyre clicked her beak again and knelt down. Micah was not prepared for her to wrap one arm around his waist and pick him up like a sack of pokefeed. She tossed him over her shoulder, and only then did Micah get a sense of their size difference. A normal blaziken would be smaller than him, but he only came up to her neck, and she was bigger in every way than him. His face fell into the soft cream feathers that swept over her chest, catching a scent of burnt cedar from her. It embarrassed him that being carried like this had his erection pressing up against his shoulderblade, grinding against it with each step as she walked them both out of the cave.
Micah could not believe he saw sunlight, as Pyre carried him out onto the beach. She dumped him on his back in the sand, and, thinking he was free, tried to scramble to his feet only for Pyre to squat over him and hold him down with a firm, clawed hand planted over his chest. She could crush his ribs in the palm of her hand, and Micah stopped squirming when Pyre squawked down at him. He froze as smoke rose from her nares, and the heat of her body made the mild winter here feel like a summer day.
It was only then, face no longer buried in her chest and outside of the rank odor of the cave, that he smelled her arousal: anise and cinnamon, sweet yet bright like mulled wine. She clucked at him and removed her hand, staring down, and Micah understood he was not free yet. Though he did not realize what, exactly, she had in mind until she fell to her knees, straddling him. He watched, wide-eyed, as she reached down and slid two fingers along her fattened, swollen labia, the fine feathers growing around it not enough to obscure the puffy slit or hide its dripping arousal.
She spread her nether lips, letting him see her fiery red walls clench before she finally lowered her hips. That pussy ground into his face, slick arousal coating his nose, jaw, cheeks. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed him deeper into her. Mouth to mouth, kissing her cunny, she cooed and Micah understood what she wanted, understood he had little choice in the matter, and began to eat her out.
His tongue pushed reluctantly into her pussy, tastebuds drenched in the warming, intoxicating nectar of her cunt. Micah shuddered beneath her and moaned, kissing deeper and shoving his tongue far as he could inside her, feeling her walls clench down a little. His nose pressed right against her clit, unable to take a breath as she smothered him with her sex. Micah did not care right away, just trying his best to please her, his own member throbbing in his jeans, leaking pre into his boxers.
Micah felt his chest ache a little for breath, but the tight grip on his head kept him from moving himself, so he swirled his tongue around those walls, staining his palate in that taste, the warmth of her swallowed juices spreading through his throat and core, down into his belly. He began to break out into a sweat all over. He moaned and lifted his arm, barely able to reach around her big, muscular thighs to rub his fingers into her labia, getting them slick with her excess arousal before he wrapped finger and thumb around her button.
Pyre squawked and bucked her hips. The grip on the back of his head relaxed just a moment, and Micah wrenched his face backwards to take a ragged breath, head spinning with the scent and flavor of her. Suddenly all the danger he’d been in didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was delving his face back in that hypnotic cunt. His tongue buried back inside, her walls greeting him with a squeeze of his muscle as Pyre cooed again. She released his head and leaned backwards on her hands, shoving her pussy down into his face. It allowed Micah the chance to grab the occasional breath between tonguing her vent and stroking her clit.
Micah knew those that fucked their pokemon, but he’d never before had a sexual encounter with one (despite Zura’s best efforts to seduce him). He followed every law about pokemon ownership, but right now he was the one who felt owned. Utterly at her mercy, the back of his head digging into the sand as she rode his face harder, hips quivering as a sharp moan fell from her beak. A rush of her femme fluids followed, Micah choking on it as it gushed into the back of his throat. She ground her hips down into his face, helping him stroke her clit more as she came. Each tight convulsion around his tongue met with another flood of cum, her sloppy grinding smearing her fluids all over his face and staining him with the scent of her inner walls. Micah groaned weakly, his own shaft still aching in his pants as Pyre slowly stopped her gyrating, gasping and panting. One final convulsion squeezed out a final jet of cum into his mouth before, legs shaking, she stood up on her knees.
For a moment she stared down at him, head cocked, studying him while Micah just gazed back up at her, panting, in a complete daze. She clucked her beak and seemed to make a decision. She got off him, walked a few steps away before getting on all fours. She lifted her tail, spread her legs, and called to him over her shoulder. Her still dripping, winking cunny completely exposed.
For a moment, there was only the sound of the waves rolling up the shore as Micah processed what she wanted, unable to believe it. Unable to believe just how badly he wanted to be inside her. Sex had never felt so pressing or important as it did now. He needed to fuck her.
He sat up, already throwing off his sand-covered jacket and shirt, getting on his feet before he kicked first shoes, then jeans, and boxers off. His cock, all eight solid inches of it, sprung up and slapped his navel. Pyre made a pleased coo and hiked her rear higher, wagging her muscular butt back and forth as if Micah needed any enticing. He came up behind her, finding Pyre to be so big that even when on all fours Micah still needed to stand to be level with her pussy, which worked perfectly, emboldening Micah as his hands grabbed fistfuls of that round, firm, feathery ass and spread her.
Her cunt winked again as he pressed his tip to her entrance, as if beckoning Micah to enter her. He pushed his hips forward and gasped as that snug, wet, heat enveloped his shaft. Her cunt swallowed up his cock until he bottomed out inside her, his dark pubes coming flush with her mound and getting drenched in the sticky fluids there. She moaned and clenched her cervical floor, vent crushing his cock with that soft, silky interior. Micah groaned and tried hard not to pop. The human girls he’d been with couldn’t compare, none were this absolute sauna of sex. Any that could get so tight around his dick could never take the whole length.
But Pyre took him to the base and proved her inner muscles more than a match for his length. She rocked her hips against him, encouraging Micah to begin fucking her, but he needed to steady his breathing just to keep from blowing right away. He managed to hold back the pressure in his pent up cock long enough to slip in and out of her; her glistening walls slid so sweetly along his length as he pulled out, plowing back in to clap his balls wetly against her.
“Oh fuck… oh Arceus,” Micah breathed as he tried to hold back his orgasm, not wanting this incredible experience to end. But her pussy was irresistable, her thirst impatient, any time he tried to slow down she would pick up her pace, thrusting back on his cock. That tension just built in his balls, drawn tight to his scrotum as he pounded her, holding tight fistfuls of feathery butt as he fucked her harder. He knew he couldn’t keep from blowing, so he tried to impart as much violence as possible. He fucked her hard, slamming in rapid thrusts that made Pyre arc her back and moan. He felt her convulse, walls rippling and milking him, and it became all too much for Micah, who bent double over her bigger body with a curse as he came inside her.
His balls jumped and pumped, feeling it flood down his shaft before he erupted in her. His orgasm felt massive, his body quaking against Pyre as she continued to rock her hips against him, vent milking him as rope after rope shot inside this strange blaziken he thought might kill him just twenty minutes before. Now she gushed more against him, drenching his balls as they raised and lowered again and again, flooding that pussy with more cum than Micah had ever produced at once. Thick, gooey wads of semen sprayed deep in her, everything in his body desperate to impregnate a female not even the same species as him.
Panting, shivering, he was not ready for her to keep moving. He gasped, sharp, sensitive shocks arcing from his glans through the rest of his body. With a groan he shoved himself backwards, popping free of her pussy and stumbling over the sand before falling on his rump.
Pyre glanced back at him and squawked angrily, rocking her butt.
“J-just give me a moment. I, hah, need a break,” Micah said as his shaft glistened with their combined fluids, shrinking a little to a half-hard semi. Pyre’s eyes narrowed and smoke shot from her nares in a huff. She got up and marched over to him, as Micah held up his hands and said, “I-I promise I’m not done! Here!” He reached over to his discarded jacket, and from a zipped pocket in the lining produced a small vial of pink liquid. An extract of Zura’s pheromones that he used when wanting to get a male ready to breed a female for him. He held it up to Pyre and said, “See, I can use this.”
She cocked her head then snatched the vial. She uncorked it with her beak and tossed it back while Micah said, “Wait wait!”
But the deed was done. Micah watched her pupils dilate, and realized a new danger presented itself. Fortunately, he had more than one vial in that pocket and quickly produced another, feeling the need to steel himself. He unsealed it and flinched when Pyre lifted her beak in a loud, territorial shriek. Then she knelt down, Micah’s eyes wide with the vial hovering near his lips as Pyre’s beak dipped down to his crotch. Remembering what she wanted from him, Micah downed the extract and tossed the vial next to the one Pyre discarded. He felt its tingling heat pour through him, reaching his guts in a matter of moments while he stared, wide-eyed as Pyre’s nares flared against his hardening shaft. Plumes of warm smoke bellowed out against it as Pyre shuddered.
Something about seeing his musk do this to her had Micah’s rod achingly stiff as she continued to rub her face against it. Her beak opened and her long, narrow tongue darted out, licking the underside of his shaft from base to pre-dripping tip. Both moaned, and Pyre reached between her legs to touch herself as she opened her beak wider and took him in her maw. Her drooling tongue wrapped around his girthy meat and slid down as she bobbed her head, his glans punching into her throat. Micah flopped onto his back with another moan as he felt her throat envelope and constrict around his dick.
The heat of the extract flooded down to his loins with a sharp, burning sensation that had him squirming in the sand. He was not ready for how quickly it made his balls tense before he popped again in her throat. Pyre moaned as she felt his dick twitch and dump seed into her gullet. The alpha blaziken’s maw pulled backwards, tongue wrapped tight and tugging on Micah’s glans as he shot another rope across her tastebuds, getting Pyre to quake and cum herself, her fingers plunging deep into her pussy as she squirted all over sand.
The spiced stench of her orgasm filled the air as she continued to bob her head, tongue gliding along his shaft, pulling on his glans and draining rope after rope of creamy seed from Micah’s balls. This time when Micah came however, his shaft did not shrink away, but still felt so stiff that it ached, and in a moment of boldness he grabbed the back of her head and shoved Pyre down his shaft. Her beak buried into his crotch as Micah’s cock punched deep enough in her to make the bird gag, throat convulsing deliciously on his cock a moment before she squawked and ripped herself free.
She glared at him, a look that said, “Someone needs to know their place.”
Pyre got up and crawled over Micah, straddling his hips, his shaft rubbing against her sopping pussy. She reached between them and lined him up, rocking backwards down on his cock and swallowing it up again. Micah’s head tilted back in a moan, cut off as she grabbed him by the nape, claws pinching into his skin as she yanked him up into a kiss. Micah’s eyes went wide. She tilted her head so his mouth met perpendicular to her beak, its tip digging into his cheek a little as her tongue filled his mouth. He groaned, eyes rolling back into his skull as she began riding him.
He could taste his musk and cum on her tongue surely as she must have tasted hers on his. Their muscles wrestled with each other, hers so much bigger, grinding tastebuds to tastebuds, flicking along his uvula, tracing along his teeth, exploring every inch of him as her hips rolled forward and back, feathery rump falling against his balls. Micah gave in completely; he wrapped his arms around her to keep himself lips to beak, hips thrusting up into her. Each time he bottomed out in her his cock would twitch and spit thick dollops of cloudy precum. Her cunny would squeeze and a gush of fresh feminine nectar would spill over his drenched hips. The warmth of her body had him pouring sweat, making his scent stronger in her sensitive nares. Her hunger for him as great as his for her.
Their hips mashed against one another, sloppily, drunk on pheromones and each other’s bodies. Micah’s eyes glazed over as he felt the tension in his balls begin to build to bursting again. His loins burned to rut and breed this big, domineering woman on top of him. It only took her slamming down on top of him, her body quaking, before her cunny convulsed again. The tight grip of her snatch along every veiny inch of his engorged member enough to send him right back over the edge. He came inside her again, groaning into her beak as both of them ground their hips against the other. Their loins smashed together as he tried his best to breed her. His balls dumped fresh waves of cum deep in her interior. Enough at this point that, if there were any chance of knocking her up, she would be pregnant with his seed by now.
She broke the kiss, panting as she rested her head beside his in the sand. They both just stared into each other’s eyes a moment, quaking against the other until the ache in Micah’s sex became too much. He grabbed her rear and started rolling his hips, thrusting in and out her pussy again, getting a shaky coo from the blaziken, who sat up on her haunches. She looked dazzling towering over him, his cock still deep inside and splitting her pussy open. Pyre clenched down, grabbed his hand and guided it to her clitoral hood. He understood, and as he began to play with it she began bouncing on his cock again, occasionally slapping down to squawk and shudder and drench Micah in more of her cum.
They went at it again and again, tirelessly, until he came so much inside her that his semen sprayed from between his shaft and her lips whenever she clenched and squirted. By the time they finished, the sun had begun to set. Micah found himself lying on top of her, half-hard, exhausted dick still soaking inside her cunt as the tide rolled in. The waves lapped at their toes.
Micah didn’t know what to say or do. She rubbed a claw gently, affectionately up and down his back. He thought about getting up and leaving, but this close to her warm body, he didn’t want to get up. He didn’t, not until twilight came and he had softened and slipped from her body.
It was Pyre who sat them up. She cupped his face in her hand, studying him a moment before she clucked at him a few times. Micah asked, “Do you want me to go now?”
But instead, she picked him up in her arms, in a bridal carry, as she walked them both back to her cave. Micah, helpless, realized that for the time being he was the one who was captured. Something that should horrify him, but being utterly exhausted from the life-changing sex he just had made it easy to hook his arms around her neck and hug himself close, enjoying her scent as he let her carry him back to her cave, a willing pet to the alpha blaziken who, admittedly, Micah couldn’t deny had won him over.
He would be a part of her flock for as long as she allowed him to be, utterly smitten by this domineering pokemon.