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The Dangers of Training

By Felsune

Commissioned Work

Most trainers started their journey when they were young, given a pokemon companion and sent away from home to have a journey. Whether this was because the parent[s] couldn’t afford to keep them at home, or if they were being prepared for something else, it was a journey almost every child took before finding their calling as an adult. Sometimes they had a theme they loved to follow, cherishing a single type of Pokémon, while others sought victory at all costs, caring not what they had, so long as it was able to win.

Because of this, the world was full of all kinds of people and trainers. Some who became gym leaders, showing off their ability to rise to the top of their Pokémon type preference. Or they might take the bond they had formed and become guardians, breeders, guides, teachers, or whatever else could be considered out there. Sometimes they couldn’t move passed the joy of the travel and put no pressure on society by living off the land and only offering challenges for the new pokemon trainer or rivals who also loved the life style.

But there was a final type, the kind that no one wanted to admit existed, but all knew. Criminals who turned their Pokémon to evil, or were turned to evil for some reason, to survive. Those that got good at it, soon formed gangs or organizations. Trying to gain a monopoly on something, just for that ever shiny coin that ran society, no matter the cost to others. But this story isn’t about those that fit a mold, despite how it might seem at first. This story was about a Hex Maniac named Kiki, a thirty three year old woman who had never outgrown her obsession with the ghost type pokemon.

Her first pokemon had been a Haunter, a dangerous creature, and one that had garnered her interests. What had been just a simple interest developed further as she studied the ghost type pokemon, and their cruel existences. Tormented creatures born from sorrow and misery, never knowing where they had truly come from, or at least not often. And yet, despite this, amidst them, there were always those that wanted to spread their misery and suffering. Almost as if on instinct…but not always.

Her first pokemon, a Haunter, never seemed to fit into the mold that he was born to. Despite being a Haunter, he never attempted to kill anyone, to rip the souls from their body, to trick her into dark alleys, he’d never once done anything that she was expecting. At least, not until recently. He’d begun to get moody as she started to take him out hunting for new ghost types to catch. Speaking about her plans to finally start exploring and learning about new pokemon. And it seemed that this was the thing that finally broke the last bit of restraint.

So long as Kiki had been a his personal Hex Maniac, her Haunter had been content and happy. But once that was threatened? His possessive nature came out, and her whole life changed. And this is that story, the tale of why ghosts are so dangerous, even when they seem to be tamed.

The sun was starting to set and Kiki sat at her favorite spot, a little swing seat on her porch, that allowed her to watch the sun set and the moon rise. <Are you really sure you want to do this?> A sigh escaping her lips, looking down and shaking her head. “Yes, Teddy, I’m certain I want to go out! I’ve been around here long enough, and while I love ghost types, I won’t be able to actually do the things I need if I only use ghosts! I can’t win every gym with a ghost after all! Sometimes they will just be type disadvantaged!”

The silence that followed that was filled with a sort of annoyance that she had become accustomed to as of late. <If that’s what you want…then I guess I have no other choice.> Those words sent a shiver through her that had nothing to do with the dropping temperature as the sun finally fully set over the horizon. “What do you me-“ She never finished that sentence as a purple claw clapped over her mouth, feeling far to soft for what it was. A Haunter was made of toxic gasses compressed into a single form. With their claws not attached to anything, they could move both far independently of the head.

And that seemed to be what was happening there, her Haunter, was pressing that soft silky compressed air over her flesh. Sealing her mouth and applying a pressure that was supernatural. <I don’t really like that plan, and you won’t listen to reason.> It was Teddy, speaking into her mind with a voice that was much more slippery and deep than normal. His voice was like oil and slime oozing across her mind, dripping through her, as he spoke. <So I need to make you see reason, my little trainer.>

Reason? It wouldn’t take her long to started feeling it, the poison seeping into her body by the gas in her mouth, working into her lungs. But it wasn’t the kind of poison that made the body cough up blood or skin rot. No, it was simply a heavy gas that made her mind go numb and her body go slack. The last thing she saw before her eyes closed, was the purple black of Haunter’s own eyes as he appeared before her. When n ext she opened her eyes, she was on her bed, her clothes all gone, and her limbs bound, spread Braviary! Any attempt to tug on the bindings would show how taught they were, as Teddy slowly faded into vision in front of her.

<I’ve been respectful and patient with you for many years, decades even, little human. But this is the last time I will let you get away with such foolishness undisciplined.> His claws moving in to begin their work before she could even try to speak, to try and defend herself or give orders. One purple clawed hand wrapping over her mouth, forcing a thick digit into her maw and pressing on her tongue. <I’ve watched your body, and yet never touched…waiting patiently for you to figure it out on your own.> His tone a touch vexed, but more as if this was a child failing a simple task than anything more drastic.

His claw becoming thick and material, stroking over her tongue, letting her swirl that muscle around the digit, almost as if out of habit rather than any concerted effort. With her mouth properly busy and unable to pester him, Teddy went to work on other parts of her, starting his assault on her groin with his tongue. A Haunter’s tongue, like ghastly, could touch the soul of a target, normally to absorb its energy, which is what caused the paralytic effect. But it had…other uses as well, ones she would soon find out as he used one claw to grab her cheek and move it out of the way.

He had already cleansed her, removed any potential for foulness in her, readying her for him. His fat tongue slapping onto her untouched and virgin ring, His slimy muscle tugging and somehow catching at the wrinkles of her muscled sphincter, pulling them smooth and flat before popping off to catch on the next one and repeating the process. His tongue seeming to corkscrew around her ring, leaving a cool and ethereal trail of slimy saliva behind that left her feeling a bit…tingly. His assault growing more aggressive until suddenly he breached her without even opening her rear!

His fat tongue slithering through her flesh and muscle, spreading her spiritual flesh open as he wriggled further and further in. Stretching her without ever moving her flesh, her spirit distorting in a helplessly extreme sensation of pleasure. Spirits could, and often chose to, harm the soul of their victims, but they could also send their soul into a hedonistic spiral of pleasure. Using his toxic nature, he was poisoning her spirit with pleasure, tainting her flesh purple as he corrupted her spirit, temporarily.

It would last, at most, a few hours after he stopped applying it. But that didn’t mean anything for the poor girl as she was left to thrash in her bonds, unable to escape the sensation, as it burrowed into her gut, opening her in ways she couldn’t even comprehend. Then he bent his tongue, following the tract of her colon…and kept going! Her stomach bulging, a soft purplish blue ethereal essence instead of flesh showing, as he started to squeeze his tongue down. Rather than following the path of her intestines, he was now wrapping her womb up in his tongue, leaving only her eggs, resting in the uteral horns, outside of his grip.

And then he squeezed his tongue and laughed, vibrating his tongue further, as her eyes rolled back into her head. Her body arching up, as her cunt spasmed juices leaking and spurting from her urethra as an orgasm unlike anything she could have ever experienced ripped through her. His tongue, cupping her vaginal passage and womb, kept her bed clean as he absorbed her essence into his own, draining her pleasure into himself. He felt her bite down on his claws, unable to penetrate what was not really there, her mouth held open by the gaseous talon. He had done this, in part, as preparation for her first orgasm.

He knew that his human, like the many who had come before, would not be able to handle the first one, as he burned her system out slowly, working to exhaust her. He would not kill her, nor harm her, but he would make her suffer in other ways as punishment. After all, she was his and he would not let her stray so easily. With her teeth kept from meeting, and her tongue given something to play with, he worked to lull her into a state of submissive zoning. Where the brain relaxes higher functions and just indulges, a sense of safety usually following the start. Of course, that didn’t always happen…and he was proof of that.

Hypnosis was not always something that put creatures to sleep. It could also induce such states as the zoning that he was working to put his trainer in now. Trainer…an amusing prospect to consider. For now, the positions would be reversed, and she would understand why he was never one to be trained by a mere humanoid. His toxic essence seeping into her, tainting her body purple where it was infected, starting from her clit and tongue, spreading slowly down her throat and up into her groin. This was also where he was possessing, stealing control of these points to influence their functions.

With her first orgasm wrung from her body, Haunter could focus himself on his own pleasures, and tormenting her, now that her defenses were weakened. It was so useful how climax left mortals in a weakened state afterwords. Now he could let his tongue slide straight down through her passage, and into the next, his toxins purifying her insides by burning away all taints in a flush of heat through her gut and body. Then he would let it re-solidify, allowing her to feel the sudden strain.

His thick tongue expanding her virgin ring, stretching it out to the limit of what the untrained muscle could handle! His saliva leaving her insides, and her outer ring, slimy and slippery with his toxic lubrication. Prying open her colon with a contemptuous ease, letting her feel the slow pinching cramp of her innards being forced to shift for him, her stomach bulging along the line he was forming her gut. Outlining her passage with his ghostly muscle, all the while wearing that twisted smile his kind were known for.

Her hands would have flown to her gut, to try and ease the ache and cramp, but she was stuck, spread out and left so vulnerable to him. Her rising panic fighting against the blanket of fog that lay over her mind from his hypnotic suggestion attack. Dulling the fear response and the adrenaline that would come with it. Soon she would find herself hearing it, the soft sounds of mewling and moaning, so depraved and needy. Only to realize they came from within, emanating from her mouth in a desperate bid to be given more!

Even as his tongue coiled and squeezed over her womb, forcing her ovaries further out to the sides, his toxins forced the electrical nerve endings to fire with a strange pleasure, that could easily become addicting, yet never seemed to reach that true point. Her juices gushing from her, oozing out in slimy waves from the tight passage, and down over her glistening folds, onto his tongue as it writhed into her ruined pucker. Finally…it was time for the proper show.

His shaft, a long and tapered length, slick with his juices, glided into reality above her. Letting her see the ruinous tool that would soon gut her and rearrange her insides. Sliding down to her lips, she couldn’t help it, the smell of the ghostly flesh enticing her in ways she couldn’t explain, her purple lips opening as her eyes remained unfocused, but a smile colored her lips, giving her a sort of hazy pleasured look of someone lost in a dream made real. Her tongue, purplish pink, slipping out to caress the tip, almost shyly, like a lover’s first kiss.

And then it was slipping into her, taking away the initiative from her, as it began to plunder her mouth. Coiling over her tongue, squeezing her smaller muscle, and forcing its slippery length down her throat! Her eyes would open wider, bulging slightly, as her supply of oxygen was cut off, her body heaving as she gagged and wretched. Jerking to push out the obstruction, even as it began to savagely thrust up and down her throat. Her throat slime and saliva mixing with his toxic precum and natural lubricant, making every withdrawal a messy ordeal.

The thick mucus and slime spilling from her lips, down her chin to her throat and chest. And with each bulge of her throat, she was sending it further along her delicate pale flesh. Unable to even pass out, as the Haunter forced a thin tendril of his gas into her lungs, pumping air in and out so she only felt like she was suffocating. And then the first climax. Her clit sparking, her hips arching up, her body straining at the restraints and limits of its own flexibility. Her eyes rolling back, as he slammed her dulled pleasure back into her, mixed with his own, and undiminished, when he pumped his toxic seed into her throat.

Making her gurgle and gag, but unable to spit any up, only allowed any sort of reprieve when it burbled from her purple nose, burning lightly, and searing his scent into her senses. Her belly would grow and grow, until she definitely could be mistaken for several months along with at least twins! A nice bump in her straining stomach, aching as he finished, and sealed the entrance. <No use wasting it…> He casually said, his voice twisting in her mind, caressing her as she sank deeper in. Finally able to slump to the bed, Kiki was desperately glad to be given a chance to recover.

But that wasn’t how punishment worked. He forced his shaft to slowly move down her throat, into her stomach, and then began the process of sending it through her, even as more shadows came up and rolled her over onto her hands and knees. Repositioned, she could now look at her bloated form bulged and twitched, cramps and spasms of pleasure wriggling through her gut, until she felt it against her womb, and knew it was close. Often in the passages through her, it would have seemed like it disappeared, the lack of proper nerves inside leaving only her eyes to let her know why she felt anything at all.

And then it hit her colon, prying it open, and slamming it’s way out, wriggling down, and finally popping out of her only lightly gaping pucker! A shock of sudden release, a tiny orgasm, and then it was back, slamming into her asshole, shifting in shape and changing to grow new things. Long silky barbs to catch and pluck at her insides. Ridges to squeeze and move her juices around, while catching on her ring when popping out. And a knot at the base to let her know when the ‘end’ was touching her.

This fucking was rougher than her oral pilfering, slamming her forward and yanking her back, quickly bruising her poor plumped ring, and grinding her womb into more and more small orgasms. Those barbs only exacerbating the strain on her pucker and teasing her insides to make them even more sensitive. She couldn’t stop it, the screams that he wrung from her, muffled into the pillow as she expelled every ounce of air, and painfully pulled in another breath. She didn’t have much left to give…she couldn’t!

But he knew this, and he didn’t seem to be to bothered. He just slammed forward, a claw grabbing her hair and yanking it back, forcing her up for a deep surprise kiss, as Haunter began to force the small knot into her ruined hole. Her eyes bulging, rolling again, wanting to cry out but unable to from the raw pressure of it all. And then, as time seemed to stop, she felt herself hit that widest point on the knot. Either she was going to tear, or she was going to swallow it, there could be no middle ground. And then…time started again, and a wet slurp filled the room as her greedy hole pulled his knot in, letting it inflate and lock inside her.

With her bulging ring showing off how full she was, barely able to contain everything, the first shots were fired into her gut. Splattering the walls and ceiling of her intestines, oozing down and dripping from long ropes into the river forming in the bottom. She could feel it, flowing ever deeper, until it disappeared inside her, a cool tsunami flowing up her gut with all the unyielding force of nature. Unable to escape the way it came in, the only excite was forward and up. Her belly swelling until she felt the bed touching her, her stomach cramping from the enema of seed overwhelming her, gurgling her guts.

And then she could taste it, coughing it up over the pillow, feeling it shooting from her nostrils as more tears leaked from her eyes, staining down her face in black trails of ruined makeup. Or, it would if she had any on! This could only be ichor, intentionally left behind to remind her of who marked her, claimed her, owned her. Soiling her bed with seed before being finally dropped into it. There was only one place left for him to defile, and he would claim it, so that when the seed hardened into eggs, infertile though they were, she would have to spend days or even weeks getting them all out of her holes!

With an almost tender stroke of his claws, he broke her kiss, and moved down to open her legs, leaving Kiki on her side, as he looked at her puffy cunt, and spoiled asshole. He smirked at his handy work, and snapped a claw, cleaning his shaft before rubbing it between her folds. A tired, desperate, mewl came from her lips as she looked down at her already plumped body. Her fogged eyes almost pleading…but whether for him to stop or finish, no one could tell, least of all her. But it likely wouldn’t matter much longer, his barbs tugging her clit, making her body twitch, Haunter made sure Kiki was sloppy and ready.

Then…he slid in. A slow and almost intimate love making, thrusting in slow and shallow strokes, working deeper with each inch, his free claw moving to caress her bloated belly, as if some sort of proud father. Her mind sinking ever deeper to the wet squelches filling the room from her cunt’s slippery excitement. Only to jerk back when she felt him touch her cervix, his tip kissing the entrance with a soft caress…and pushing in.

This should have hurt…it should be agony, every woman said so! But not every woman was the same, and sometimes things that hurt others, felt good. Even Haunter would show surprise as she almost purred with pleasure at his slow assault on her cervix. He had been ready to help her…but he didn’t even need to! Her naturally pink cervix eagerly milked his tip, even as he began to slip forward and strain her open.

Sure that part hurt, but the rest was enough to keep her arching into it, pushing down as if she could get more in her that way. Rocking, her belly swaying, to the beat of his thrusts, the tempo of his defiling assault. And then he was in, his knot squeezing her poor clit, forcing it to bulge out obscenely as his seed began to fill her. She could not take egg with this, since he was not trying to be compatible with her…but she would birth eggs none the less, just as practice. For, hours later, when he pulled out of her, removed all his plugs in her body, and looked down at her cum covered, defiled and bloated body…he felt only pride.

<Sleep well little one, I would wish you a pleasant dream…but I only give nightmares.> And then he was gone, her body sagging, colors returning to normal, as she was left there, mind to fogged with fatigue to even think now that it was no longer suppressed. When the morning came, she was met not with the sight of her room, the previous events a mere dream of horror…but with the pillow sticking to her face, her body aching as if she had run a marathon, and feeling the weight so heavy in her, she would struggle to even crawl down to the kitchen!

But she was no longer the shapeless bulging blob of cum, now she was lumpy with all the eggs forming within her. Growing based on the space available, to form either many small ones, or a few large ones. When she looked outside, it was to the sky dimming again, having slept almost a full twenty four hours. <Don’t worry, I fed you, watered you, and even removed your liquid waste. You won’t produce solid waste for quite a while, so no need to thank me.>

A shiver going through her, recognizing that voice…her Haunter. <And to answer the next question, yess, I will be helping you until you can lay enough of them to move again. Then we can have our conversation again…and see if you’ve learned anything…> Bedridden, pregnant with infertile eggs of another species, she was captive now…to her very own Pokemon. What would the future hold for poor Kiki?