TDM ~ Chapter Four
Story by Thecursednoodle on SoFurry
Part four of The Daycare Man
**The Daycare Man
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If you’ve made it to this point, I’m obligated to give you a little congratulation. Unfortunately, it’s not the type of congratulation you want. What are you gonna do, go around bragging to your friends that you read these? Yeah, sure. More importantly, though, I have to ask this question; assuming you are still reading these (which you must be right now, of course), why? Why the hell are you? What prompts you to want to see these writings about what I’ve done? You know what… forget it. That’s not the main point here. The fact that I banged another Pokemon probably isn’t the main point either, but I could care less right now.
I really don’t feel like writing another essay on my ‘degrading sanity’, or whatever the hell you want to call it. Plenty of that can be found in my previous writings; so if you want to read some of that, this isn’t the place. However, if your perverted self wants to hear about my antics with yet another Pokemon, by all means, stay.
So… I know what you came here to read about. I’ll give it to you straight.
To cut right to the chase, this happened around two weeks after that night spent with the Delcatty. Contrary to what one might assume, that night had all but faded from my mind. It kept wedging itself into my everyday thoughts like a crowbar prying open a door. It was (usually) an annoyance I could tolerate. The only times it got bad was when I was really horny; then, it became a sort of mental longing for the Delcatty. I understood that I wouldn’t be graced with her presence ever again, but that didn’t stop me from continuing to want it.
Now, one might ask; “If you wanted sexual relief that badly, why didn’t you just fuck another Pokemon you had at the time?” The answer should be obvious to anyone who gained the simplest understanding of my mindset from reading these. I take care of Pokemon. It’s my job, after all. I don’t, nor will I ever, treat them as sex toys. Pokemon are more than that. What I’ve done thus far, I’ve only done because of the conditions on which it happened. So basically, no, I wasn’t going to just go grab one from out back and bang it.
It had been another typical day. ‘Typical’ here is used in every sense of the word; sunny, quiet, and with absolutely nothing of interest happening. I stuck to the daily routine of caring for the Pokemon in the back enclosure, which didn’t require much effort on my part. I had been sitting behind my desk for four hours straight; something I enjoy doing when nothing interesting decides to occur. I spend most days that way, really. I guess this job isn’t all it’s cut out to be, but that’s a little off-topic.
The sun had been reflecting itself through the front window for some time, and the room was becoming hotter than hell. I could feel sweat beginning to form between my shoulder blades as I sat slumped in my chair. “I should probably close the curtains,” was what presented itself in my head. However, in my usual fashion, I didn’t want to do anything requiring effort, especially actually getting up. The clock on the opposite wall told me that I needed to put out some food for the Pokemon in about fifteen minutes, anyways. Now, this presented what was likely the most difficult decision I’d faced all day; should I just get up now and go feed the little guys out back, or just sit here for another few minutes.
I get it, they’re both boring options that nobody wants to hear about. Just bear with me, alright? Following some minutes of careful consideration, I decided to stay where I was for a bit longer; no surprise there. I let my back slide even lower into the chair’s back. The rest of me moved down with it, and the warmest point of sunlight focused itself right on my face. I was sweating lightly, but that didn’t mean the warmth didn’t feel mildly pleasant. Before I knew it, all my sitting around had caught up with me, and my eyelids had begun to feel heavier. “Agh, not now… I don’t have time for a nap,” I mumbled. How could I even be tired after doing nothing? Of course I couldn’t let myself fall asleep… it had certainly caused problems before…
I slowly returned to consciousness after an indefinite amount of time. The gradual cycle of waking up was broken when my fuzzy mind finally became aware that I had, in fact, fallen asleep; and after telling myself not to. My first instinct was to look aver at the window; it still seemed to be afternoon, at least. Realizing I had a clock for a reason, I switched focus to that. Behind the glare of the midday sun plastered across the glass, I could make out that it was 2:19. I had slept for over two hours then. My completely rested body had somehow managed to get even more rest.
I started gathering my thoughts together into a more coherent state. There was a reason I hadn’t wanted to fall asleep in the first place, wasn’t there? After a few moments, me making a note of feeding the Pokemon popped into being. “Shit, I was supposed to put food out two hours ago?!” The empty room offered me no answer to that, but I didn’t need one. I had allowed myself to fall asleep and shirk the simplest of jobs!
Forgetting to feed the Pokemon for a few hours may not sound that bad, but trust me, it can quickly become so. Basically, some Pokemon can have quite the temper when they get hungry. Also, me missing their feeding didn’t happen normally, so all of my long-term guests were used to very regular feedings. Either way, it was something that had to be done.
I wasn’t going to waste any more time standing around, so I moved into action. I edged out from behind the desk and to the door leading out back. While I was passing it, it occurred to me that it would be a good idea to prop the door open a little so I wouldn’t need to use my hands while carrying the food out. I did so, turning the knob and pulling it open a tiny ways; I’d open it with my foot once I had the food. That small task accomplished, I turned and proceeded to the front door.
Stepping outside into the warm afternoon sunlight, I turned my head both directions; the street was deserted. I went around the corner of the Daycare opposite the fenced-in area. I don’t recall mentioning it before, but there is an old corrugated metal shed behind the building where I kept most of the gardening equipment, among other things. One of those other things happened to be Pokemon food. I buy the universal stuff, so almost every Pokemon I care for can eat it.
I hauled open the rusting metal door and peered inside; I had neglected to put a light in there for two years now, which made it bad enough finding anything during the day, and impossible at night. I recognized the lumped shape of the bags stacked in the far corner. Hoping the door would refrain from closing on me, as it sometimes did, I cautiously stepped inside. Even with some sun reaching the inside, most of the shed was still too dark to see.
Being careful to avoid running into the dark masses of assorted objects, I reached the bags of feed and wrapped both arms around the topmost one. My muscles strained as I pulled it from the stack; this shit was heavier than you would believe. (I still wonder what’s even in that food) When the bag lost the last of its support from the others, it nearly slipped from the death grip I put it in. I bent my knees in anticipation of it slipping away, but was able to keep hold of it.
Basically, I hauled that bag all the way back around the building and to the front door, which had swung shut, forcing me to drop the anvil-like weight and open it again. I didn’t bother picking it back up, and instead dragged it the rest of the way into the room. Come to think of it, I probably need a better system when it comes to going all that way for more food when the current bag runs out; I’ll think about it later.
With a final grunt, I released my hold on both corners and let the damned thing fall to the floor. I reached into my jeans’ back pocket to get my pocket knife only to find it not there. Now slightly aggravated, I leaned over the desk and pulled open the drawers; I needed the knife to open the bag. Predictably, I couldn’t find it. I did, however, find a letter opener in the bottommost drawer. I used its sharp edge to make a slit along the top of the bag. Now I needed the bowls I used for the food itself, kept on the makeshift shelf in the enclosure; the shelf which was actually just two stubby boards nailed to the outside wall.
I stepped over the food and made for the back door. That was when I realized it had swung open more since I had left the room; I swear, nothing in the whole damn building ever worked how it was supposed to. I stepped onto the back step and pulled it shut behind me. The plastic bowls were stacked to my right. Two steps later, it occurred to me that a Pokemon could have gotten inside while the door was open. Though the gap wasn’t wide, that wouldn’t have mattered, seeing as how the Daycare takes mostly smaller Pokemon.
I looked around me to check if anything was amiss; only five or six Pokemon were there at the time. All I saw was a pair of Shinx staring at me curiously; all the others were likely hiding in the thick shrubbery along the fence. So there was no way for me to find any escapees, unless I dug through the bushes, which I certainly didn’t care to do. That is, assuming any of them got inside in the first place. How long had I been gone? Probably less than three minutes, after all…
I grabbed the stack of bowls and carried them back inside, again making sure the door shut firmly behind me. Bringing them over to the open bag, I got down on my knees and hauled up one corner of the opening I made. I measured out portions into each of the four bowls, then set the bag back down. Using the roll of packing tape I kept in a drawer, I applied a few haphazard strips to close the opening for later use. I gripped both corners and made my way slowly to the far right corner of the room, furthest from the desk; once there, I slung the bag against the wall. I made a mental note to carry it back to the shed later. For now, I’d put the food out and get on to whatever job came next.
The faint, rough sound of Pokemon feed being pushed around didn’t even register with me until I turned away from the corner and found myself staring directly at a Pokemon with its face buried in one of the bowls. I was hardly surprised, still having harbored the suspicion that one got in while I was gone.
She had a fluffy woolen coat around her neck and head that contrasted greatly with her bright pink body and black-ringed tail. I knew it was a Flaaffy on sight, as they are fairly distinctive. The most noticeable factor was the glassy blue orb fixed to the end of her tail. How did I know it was a she? Well, because her trainer brought her in a few days before, and I could recall the event well enough. Not that I would have needed to remember that to identify the Pokemon’s gender; her half sitting, half bent-over position to get to the food revealed a generous portion of her pinkish sex. And, obviously, that was what my eye caught before any of her other features.
I immediately suppressed the leap of interest I felt at this spectacle; something I was finding easier and easier to do, thank goodness. My eyes focused on the other corner of the room rather than look at the Pokemon’s exposed genitalia. I didn’t move, not yet having figured out what to do. I knew getting closer to her would make the urge to look stronger, but I needed to get the food outside anyways. I took a deep breath, more like a sigh really, and started walking towards her cautiously.
I could have refrained from looking, but that might have led me to walk right into something. So I placed my eyes back on the Flaaffy; she was still eating busily, scooping from the bowl with her stubby, rounded arms. I could tell she was hungry, and knew the others outside were in a similar state.
Her small vagina readily presented itself to me for the second time, but I didn’t avert my gaze. I was in the process of steeling myself against the lustful feelings already beginning to seep in. Having reached the spot where she sat, I bent down on my knees behind her. I could tell she knew I was there, but was too preoccupied to do anything about it; that was, until I slid the bowl away from her stubby arms. She hadn’t been gripping it, so all it took was a gentle nudge to get it out of her reach.
The Flaaffy stared at the spot where the food had been for a few seconds, apparently not realizing what had happened. She certainly wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but not all Pokemon have near-human intelligence; and then there are the ones with greater-than-human intelligence. Weird. Her wooly head turned upwards to try and catch sight of me once she realized I had taken the food. Still standing, I watched her interestedly for a moment.
She gave me a look of dull confusion, and then plopped down fully onto her rear. The sitting position she assumed removed her vagina from my view, and thank goodness for that. Still, though, the thought of it hovered in my mind faintly; the way its shade of pink contrasted so nicely with the skin of the same color around it. And how tight it must be… damn…
“Nope, stop right there.” I mentally chastised myself. It would do me no good to daydream about such things. With a renewed focus on my surroundings, I caught the Flaaffy scooting towards the next bowl of food, which was sitting a few feet away. “Sorry, but you’ll get your meal soon enough,” I said as I stepped around her and snatched it up as well. That warranted a blatant look of annoyance from her, before her cute little eyes fixed themselves on the next bowl. I had that one in my hands too before she was even fully in motion.
With all three portions safely recovered from the thieving Flaaffy, I turned towards the back door. “I’ll come and get you once I the others are fed,” I spoke to the oblivious Pokemon. Oh, and don’t think I’m crazy for doing it. If you’ve ever had a Pokemon of any sort, which I would assume you have, you understand that talking to them becomes a habit… even when they have no idea what you are saying.
With that problem resolved, I took a single step towards the door. The reason for the single one instead of multiple was that a weight had seemingly attached itself to my left leg. I looked down; the Flaaffy stared back up at me innocently, both her arms and legs now wrapped around my lower leg. Met with my gaze, she let out a high-pitched whine of; “Flaaffy!”
“What the hell? Flaaffy, c’mon…” I muttered, already knowing that she wasn’t going to let go until she got what she wanted. Well, what can I say? I wasn’t angry at her; Pokemon can be stubborn and annoying sometimes, but that’s just how it is. The real problem was that I wasn’t going to drag her across the room while she clung there. “Just… get off…” The Pokemon was evidently beyond persuasion with, but that wouldn’t stop me. With the bowls stacked precariously in one hand, I bent to the left with my free arm; as soon as it touched the thick wool on her head, a sharp surge of electricity was passed into it. It wasn’t strong, but it made me recoil a bit. I knew Flaaffys stored electricity in their wool, but I couldn’t tell if that shock had been natural or deliberate. Whichever, it had the desired effect; I recoiled a bit, and didn’t bring my hand back down.
So there I was, stuck with a stubborn Flaaffy clinging to one leg. Mind you, I could have made it outside even with her there, but I wasn’t going to try dragging her around. She looked a little under three feet tall, and didn’t have much body mass judging by the weight on my leg. If I reached down to try and coax her off, I’d most likely get another shock for my efforts. So I had one simple option.
I pulled the topmost bowl off of the stack and, bending with my knees, placed it onto the ground in front of me (almost spilling it in the process). The Pokemon’s arms immediately unwrapped themselves, and then she was bent low over the food, chewing noisily. “I’ll come back in and get her after I finish up outside,” was the general idea behind what I did.
Backpedaling a bit to avoid having to step over her body, I turned my attention back to getting outside. It was then that I noticed her vagina was once again exposed; that alone made me stare a little longer than I should have. It really was such a nice, inviting little thing… no, no. Stop. I pulled my eyes from it and directed my mind elsewhere. Again, it was surprisingly easy. I’d give the other Pokemon their meal and then come back and get this one outside. She had already delayed me enough as it was.
Even as I passed her, my eyes caught the quickest flicker of her sex; then I had moved around her and was proceeding towards the back door. I stepped outside into the welcoming afternoon sunlight. It was always so nice outside around this time of year, and that’s something special, considering that Servin Town is pleasant year-round.
The two Shinx I had seen earlier had since disappeared, and no other Pokemon were visible. I set the two bowls down on the grass near the door, and straightened back up. I whistled one sharp note to get the attention of all the Pokemon I knew were hiding in the shade of the bushes before turning back. I mounted the steps, shut the door behind me, and checked to make sure that the Flaaffy was still eating complacently, which she was (thankfully).
“Alright, you’re going back outside where you belong,” I said. Upon hearing me again, she raised her head and stared at me blankly before returning to the food. I walked over to her, bent down, and slid the bowl away. She was grappled to my leg before I even had the bowl off the floor; for a slow-thinking Pokemon, she sure could move fast. The same situation, again…
I didn’t say anything, but instead gave her an intense glare. She looked up at me from her position silently. My only choice was to remove her from my leg, and if it had to be forcefully, well… whether or not it came to force was her choice, really. Anticipating another shock, I placed a hand on her woolen head. I got what I expected, but didn’t remove my hand this time; it wasn’t a strong jolt, and after the initial one, all I got was a light buzzing sensation.
For a moment, I didn’t change my grip for fear of provoking further shocks. That was cowardice, though; not to mention I would have the Flaaffy attached to my leg all day if I didn’t get her off here and now. Knowing that, I formed my open hand into an actual grip. Hoping to coax her into letting go. That was a mistake.
The shock I got this time was much more powerful, enough to start the nerves throughout my hand and wrist tingling madly. Now that one, I could tell, had been deliberate; knowing that only served to irritate me further. All I wanted to do was get this stubborn Pokemon outside to feed her, and she was preventing me from doing so. Again, my hand tightened. Determined not to relinquish my grip on the wool along her head, I failed to realize just how much I had increased it.
Although me holding her wool so tightly couldn’t have caused her any pain, she certainly noticed the change; the next shock was, to put it lightly, a real zapper. “Fuck!”, I shouted as current ran under my skin again. It gave me a real jolt of pain in my hand, and quite a strong buzzing feeling traveled all the way up my arm to the shoulder. To accompany that, the bit of wool pressed against my leg managed to conduct a little electricity through the material of my jeans, and my calf got a fair portion of the shock as well.
Giving me no chance to react accordingly, the little fucker squeezed her eyes shut and gave me another hefty jolt only seconds after the previous one. Pain flared, and I knew this wasn’t just a harmless warning shock anymore; I also knew that she could seriously injure me right now if she really wanted to. I don’t think Flaaffys can store the kind of power it would take to kill a human being, but I didn’t want to find out. The problem was, that second round of electricity had caused the nerves in my hand to become a little less responsive than usual. In other words, I couldn’t unclench my hand, and the Pokemon, not understanding this, would keep zapping me because I wouldn’t let go.
The third hit wasn’t much more than the last, but it was bad enough. I didn’t cry out because I didn’t want anyone around to hear, but I would have given other circumstances. Now, along with the pain in my arm, I’m sorry to say that this particular shock had another profound effect on me. You, reader, should also take note of this; what had been the small tingle in my calf now became a full-on spasm of the muscle, but that wasn’t all. She poured enough power into me to force that tingling feeling all the way into the area of my groin. Annnnnd… here we go.
The buzzing feeling planted itself deep within my groin, causing me to grimace from the unusual sensation; also, the unusual stimulation, for that was exactly what the shock had done. I could feel a massive upswing in my arousal from the tingling set deep under the skin. Maybe if my thoughts hadn’t been latching onto the image of the Flaaffy’s sex for the past few minutes, or even better, if I had never seen her exposed like that at all, I might have been able to resist it. But, as it was, that feeling was too good to be true; it was mildly ineffable, a sort of pleasure coming from the inside out rather than the other way around. And boy, did I fall right into it.
The jumps in my muscles had ceased during the few seconds it took for my arousal to reach a peak. She still clung to me, but had lessened the flow of electricity greatly; the sensation of my nerves being pricked with her discharged power had all but reached its end, but that didn’t matter much by then. My cock had already hardened impressively within the confines of my faded jeans. Of course, with arousal comes the mindset of arousal, and for me that meant the loss of all rational thinking… well, you know what I mean. Getting the Pokemon back outside didn’t matter now; after all, why should she be out there when I wanted her in here? The little vagina I had spied earlier now clearly reflected itself in my mind’s eye, and I knew what I wanted. I wouldn’t have been thinking this way had that stimulation not been so immediate. Please understand I didn’t initiate this, and though she technically did, I understand that she did it unknowingly; the shocks were just a way for her to express her irritation. I wish I could say things stopped there, that I shook off the intense lust closing around me and regained my senses, but I can’t. All I can say is continue at your own discretion.
I still had the bowl in one hand; that’s what I noticed first, and it was a slight bit of rationality peeking through then. I bent and placed it back down in its original spot. She let go, as I knew she would, and went back to munching happily. It was like I saw her with different eyes then, eyes that picked out characteristics such as how soft that wool would be… not as soft as some of the fur I’d seen on these creatures, but still quite good… and the gradual downward curve of her haunches that began under her tail, which I knew led right to her tight little organ.
Now on my knees next to her, I placed one hand onto the thick wool on her head and worked it around a little; its beautiful white sheen didn’t give away its plush, slightly woven feel. I pushed my fingers a little deeper into that amazing white tuft, and she paid me no notice. “Good, I’ll just keep going then…,” I mumbled. My digits worked their way through those silky twines as I started to feel a little nostalgia. She reminded me, inexplicably, of the Delcatty. I can’t say for sure why, since she had fur and this Flaaffy had wool, but I recalled it just the same.
And what had I done with the Delcatty? I had… I had fingered her… I had eaten her out… I had made love to her, for fuck’s sake… was that my intent now? My face was very hot, and I was aware that I must be blushing heavily, because the room itself was just beginning to cool as the sun started downwards on its journey across the sky. Also, I was hard as hell. Seemingly acknowledging that fact, my penis gave a hearty throb, and I groaned almost inaudibly. God, I wanted her. I had come to that conclusion in the two minutes since she first shocked me, it seemed. I wanted to have her like I did every other Pokemon I had been blessed enough to share time with intimately.
If she would shy away was no concern to me then; all I knew was that running one hand through her soft woolen coat wasn’t enough anymore. She had to be introduced to how I was feeling if we were to get things underway. With that idea grasped firmly in my mind, I maintained the motion of the hand stroking her head while the other made its way downwards, to a more private spot. I skimmed the smooth pink skin of her belly as I lowered my hand; she stopped eating and turned her head to look at me. I just smiled tenderly back at her as I reached my goal and ran a finger along her vagina.
The effect was not instantaneous like I had expected it to be; actually, she hardly reacted at all. She twitched a little, but held her line of sight on me. Then again, one little rub shouldn’t be expected to get her instantly stimulated, which was exactly why I planned to continue. My finger slid its way back towards me, now firmly pressed against her tiny sex. The Pokemon exhaled heavily this time around. I repeated the same back-and-forth motion one more time, and then, all at once, she was practically panting. And I thought this Flaaffy would be a hard one to get going…
Within twenty seconds, both her vagina and the area around it had started to grow very warm; I couldn’t see it from where I was, but I could definitely feel it. She hadn’t begun getting wet yet, but that would come soon. Getting her to this state had hardly taken any urging at all. To be honest, I was fairly pleased that things had been so easy.
One hand lightly stroked the wool along her head as the other kept up its pleasurable antics between the Pokemon’s legs. I was still stroking along the center of her tight organ, not yet ready to really dive in. Every few strokes, I would feel the warm fleshiness as the lips of her vagina parted slightly; and whenever that happened, she would give a little tremble. I rubbed my digit along her sensitive area for a little while longer, before envisioning a change in plans. I noticed that she was still standing; she looked awkward standing there with nothing to do as I worked her over, if anything. I could certainly help the Pokemon reposition; actually, I was obliged to.
I took the one hand off her head while the other maintained its course along her pussy; this free arm I wrapped around her midsection, under her little arms. From there, I lifted her a few inches off the ground to test her weight; not heavy, maybe thirty pounds. That was good. I simultaneously bent lower on my knees as I put some strength into the arm holding her and lifted her from the floor. She didn’t give any sign of protest to being taken off the ground, so I refrained from releasing her. I warily backed up just a few steps, still crouching, until I felt my back hit the front wood panel of the desk. There, I slid down against it into a sitting position and stretched out my legs.
I could now sit stretched out with the Flaaffy sitting in my lap. I removed my arm from around her, so that she could rest comfortably on my body. Through that entire operation, I hadn’t removed my finger from her pussy, and continued to not do so. This was much better, I could tell immediately; one hand was all it took to reach right around her and continue with what was about to become real fingering. The Pokemon relaxed a little, having realized that I was done moving her, and reclined against my chest. Though I had just taken it away, this prompted me to wrap my other arm around her again, just to be able to hold her closer.
Things went on like that for a while. The beautiful little creature lay back against me, almost wearily, and continued to pant as I stimulated the outermost portion of her sex. If I had looked down just a tad, I could have grabbed a nice view of the organ itself, but I didn’t feel inclined to. It was nice, is all I can say; the room was quite except for her muted exhalations. My dick, still rock-hard even with her sitting unknowingly on top of it, continued to throb; that was something that couldn’t be helped.
“Flaaffy…!”, she moaned (yes, ‘moaned’ is the word for it) as I slid my finger into her insides up to the first knuckle. She had really begun to get wet over the past minute, prompting me to intensify things. I didn’t let up from there, and with each movement into her slick little passage, she whimpered her name softly. I could feel the tight grip of her vagina around my finger every time it was pushed back into her; I wanted so much more, but I felt I could stay content doing what I was for at least a tiny bit longer. By then, I had no qualms about introducing the Flaaffy to such sensations; lust had been my driving force for quite a while. Besides, the pink-skinned creature was loving feeling my digit inside her, no doubt about that.
I started fingering her slippery pussy at a faster pace, pushing my finger deeper into her with each individual movement. Her mildly-lubricated vagina made for easy movement into and back out of it. Just as my forays inside her were nearing the base of my finger, I felt its tip press up against her cervix. The Pokemon squealed with delight at this previously unknown feeling. Her muscles tensed under my arms, and her entire body seemed to tremble for a few seconds. Thinking she had just orgasmed, I pulled my finger out. When I didn’t push it inside again, she turned her head to catch me in the corner of her eye. I wondered why she was staring at me again, and then realized that she hadn’t, in fact, orgasmed.
What I felt must have just been some sort of intense reaction to me reaching her cervix. I wasn’t going to be finished until she had finished, so back in my finger went. Her fleshy interior gripped it as it pushed forwards past both knuckles and pressed firmly against her inner barrier. She released another slight noise of pleasure at that, and then I had pulled it out. Repetition was the name of the game; I didn’t change anything up as my digit dove into her time after time.
Shortly after, I was surprised out of my pattern of motion by the instant and unmistakable approach of the Pokemon’s orgasm. My finger stopped moving, still fully buried in her. From my spot behind the Flaaffy, I saw her legs raise themselves instinctively as she tensed in my grip. With her madly trembling body still supported against me, I formed the end of my finger into a hook shape and began pressing different spots of her slick interior; that brought the little creature over the edge.
Her squeal of ecstasy was music to my ears. Her muscles twitched and jumped as her heated pussy released a small amount of ejaculate onto my hand. Seconds later, she relaxed all over, her legs dropped, and she slackened against me. She slid down into a recline on my chest, limp all over. I cold both hear and feel her exhausted breathing as her chest rose and fell desperately. The removal of my finger from her insides was accompanied by some more of her essence which had failed to get out originally. So, we had finished… or at least finished part of it. I obviously had more in mind than just some fingering…
“If you liked that, you’re gonna love what comes next…”, I cooed to her. Yes, sex was on my mind. I knew she would accept the offer I was going to make physically. But first, she looked like a few minutes of rest would do her wonders. I tensed my arm around her and used an edge of the desk to pull myself up; I was sore form that awkward sitting position. I hauled her limp body up along with me. With no other good places to put the Pokemon down, I decided to just let her sit on the desk for now; she didn’t look too messy, so it would be fine. My jeans, however, were another story. Our position had placed my legs directly under her pussy, and I now had a nicely-sized spot of moisture where her juices had trailed off my hand. I’d leave her to recover for now while I went and changed into something else. I could wash my jeans later.
I eyed the Flaaffy for a moment; from her upright way of sitting, I could see that her sex was red and puffy around the edges from the massive stimulation she had received. Her chest was still puffing, and, though the pink skin made it a little difficult to tell, there might have been a trace of blush on her cheeks. I couldn’t exactly tell from her body language, but it was very likely that I had just provided her with the first real orgasm of her life. That thought reassured me a little, and with that, I opened the door and left.
When I entered the room about ten minutes later, I saw just how much better she looked; almost back to normal, actually. She was sitting on the desk, busily fumbling with a pencil between her legs. Every few seconds, she would lose her grip on it and send it rolling off. Not having fingers must be interesting… well, not really. It would probably be pretty inconvenient, actually. I was wearing my old pair of sweatpants; not the best item in my scant wardrobe, but at least they were free of Pokemon ejaculate.
She gave me a sweet look before returning attention to the pencil. I walked over to her, leaned on the desk’s edge, and nonchalantly inserted a finger between her legs and into her vagina. She squeaked in surprise and returned her gaze to me. Not intending to start again, I removed it from her. As casually as possible, I prodded her tiny pink clitoris; this caused her to squeak again, and a little more pleasurably that time. After a few seconds of massaging her little pink pearl, I took my hand away; that wasn’t what I had come for.
Choosing a place wouldn’t be a problem; I had had one picked out in my mind for some time now. I walked around the desk and sank into the chair. The Flaaffy’s head followed me until I was out of her range of view. I regarded the pink Pokemon in front of me; she was cute, that was undeniable. Even her impractically short arms were pleasing to look at in comparison with her body. The constant companion of mine for a while now, lust, flared up in me. I felt myself beginning to harden already, only from viewing the innocent creature in front of me.
Bringing my arms forward, I put my hands on her back and scooted her around so that she had a clear view of me again. She regarded me sweetly, with a pleased exclamation of “Flaaffy!” I knew there was no denying that pleasant mood she was in. Hell, I even felt a little uplifted myself just from seeing her like this. One hand lay limply on the surface of the desk, and it only brought further amusement when she reached over to it with those stubby arms and prodded it. “What is it? Something you want?” I asked her. Without breaking eye contact with my face, she took her hands away from mine, and then placed one at the top of her vagina. She wanted me to finger her again.
If she was actually signaling that she wanted that, then I had the all-clear to go ahead with the sex I had planned. It would be better than a bit of fingering anyways. Not needing to get up from the chair, I loosened the waistband of my sweatpants and slid them off. Removal of my boxers in a similar way revealed the erection I had under there. “Alright, you cute little thing… let’s do this.” Was what I managed to say; I was really at a loss for words, knowing that amazing sex was about to occur.
Again, a hand went under each of her arms, and I lifted her out of the sitting position. Holding her limp body a few inches off the desk, I moved her towards me until she rested against my chest; there, I let her go. She slumped down a little, and then moved curiously back into a sitting posture, with her back to my stomach. That was the wrong way, though. I swiveled the Pokemon to face me, and then let her relax in my lap again. She was sitting on top of my dick. The pressure down there sent unmistakaeble signals to my brain; “I need relief.” Well, I would get it very soon.
Picking her up again, I raised her as high as possible to allow my cock to spring up, no longer squashed under her. I lowered the pink-skinned creature, trying to visually estimate the small distance between myself and her inviting sex. A shiver ran along my spine as the head of my penis met her warm entrance; “Here we go…”, I thought, for lack of anything else. As my arms moved down even more, I was pushed into the warm embrace of her vagina. Those first few seconds were so blissful, I almost lost my hold as my arms quaked. And it wasn’t just me getting anything out of this; she was moaning her name nonstop, getting louder with every little bit she felt pushed further inside.
Only moments later, my hazy perception took note of there being no more space to lower the Pokemon into; I was fully inside her. And god, how wonderful it was. The warm, slick flesh of her interior gripped my dick tightly. I could sense every slight curve in her internal passage as it massaged me from within. There really is nothing else in this world quite like good sex… and, for me at least, being able to enjoy it with a good Pokemon. And that was exactly what I did.
On instinct, I raised her up a few inches (with little effort) and then allowed her trembling body to slide back down around the bit of me that had been removed. I tried that a few more times, before getting into real movement. Did I consider the Flaaffy’s condition right then? No, I cannot say I did. She had, very surprisingly, taken my girth completely; from that, I could surmise that she would be able to continue taking it. That was what she ended up doing, too.
Every lowering of her onto me was met with an involuntary thrust upwards, pushing my cock fully into her. I was doing all the work, and didn’t mind at all. Two minutes in, I could foresee not being able to maintain the lifting and lowering of the Pokemon, but that was fine; a new position was always available. I worked her over with thrust after thrust, making the little creature squeal with delight. She was wetter than ever before; while this invited faster movement, I tried to keep to the regular pace I had set, though I’m sure she would have been fine with going faster.
Her pussy molded itself around my penis as I entered her at the same rate; now that she was especially slick, there was little trouble fitting my dick into the hole that was clearly not meant to take it (and yet still did). I really couldn’t take a whole lot more after several minutes. My endurance was not as strong as hers, it seemed; for the tiny thing she was, she held up surprisingly well. There was even a trace of composure in the limp, panting creature she had been reduced to. Endurance wasn’t anything I ever saw fit to work on, and still don’t. Why does it matter when I can satisfy every Pokemon I’m with already? Albeit, I’d never had a go with any of the bigger ones…
I was panting as well, both from the heated sex and the constant effort of supporting her weight. She hung limply in my grip, taking it. It’s not like she could have done anything to help out, anyways. I was happy enough that I got to bang the Flaaffy in the first place. The rapid exhaustion of my muscles wouldn’t matter, however; I could feel the first minor heat of an orgasm blossoming under my skin. God damn it, she was just too good! I couldn’t have held on longer if I had really tried to.
“Oh God… fuck… agh…” I moaned incoherently as my arms slackened and dropped her fully onto me; I vaguely felt my tip press against her cervix. My cock throbbed once, then twice, and then shot a rope of cum into her. She moaned her name in ecstasy, and I was sure she must feel my seed being released into her warm insides. My orgasm slipped away like water through a closed fist. That first shot was followed by a few more, weaker ones, before it died off altogether.
And so there we were; quite the couple, I’d say. The Flaaffy, sitting on my lap with my cock fully buried in her, and me, hot, flushed, and panting with exhaustion. Actually, we were both panting; good sex, as usual, had taken quite the toll. She was visibly flushed now, even with the pink shine of her skin. I didn’t pull out. I was already softening, but didn’t quite feel like abandoning that glorious warmth entirely. Now that she had no need for support, I removed my hands and let her fall back against my chest. One hand found its way to the wool on her head, while the other lay limply at my side.
I allowed my tense body to relax; it felt nice to let my muscles loosen after having worked them in such a way. The Flaaffy, aside from some audible breathing, was quiet. She wiggled a little against me and moved her head to the side to rest in the crook of my arm. I continued patting her head lightly as she closed her eyes; she would be asleep soon. Falling asleep was the only thing she would do in such a state of exhaustion, obviously. As for me… I was tired, but not the kind of tired that sleep would dispel… if you can understand that. It seemed fine to stay as I was for a while and let her rest.
As I sat and waited, I found myself able to think clearer now that our lovemaking was over. First, however, I began to feel the uncomfortableness of her tail pressed between us; I slid my hand between our closely-pressed bodies, and nudged it out. The Pokemon, whether consciously or not, wrapped it around to the front of herself. That felt better. Right, back to what I said; I began to think about both recent and past events. I had become inclined to do this ever since the Growlithe. Not that I can place the reason exactly, but I’d say it’s probably just because while my body finds fulfillment in Pokemon, my mind does not. Basically, that I’m still in internal conflict over whether this is ethical or not… yes, I know I’ve written about this sort of thing before, but it’s something that just won’t leave me be. Well, I recall saying I would stop talking about this ‘morality’ or whatever, so I will. You know what? I would love to hear your opinion on it, reader. Well, I think the problem there should be obvious… you probably think I’m insane anyways.
I’m going to go ahead and jump forwards a bit here; what comes next is really just a bunch of me thinking my own private thoughts, which you surely don’t care to hear. How about we go to the part where the Flaaffy started to wake up? Yes, of course there’s more to this story. Well, I’ll continue from there, then…
I felt the small Pokemon stir against me, and knew she was rising out of sleep. I myself had been hovering on the edge of losing consciousness. Keeping my eyes open had become a struggle, so I was glad for the reason to do so now. She lifted her head, turned, and blinked blearily at me. Without warning, I was struck with another bout of insane lust; it was suddenly there, and I sure as hell didn’t know why. She looked so cute resting there on my chest. The desire to have another go with her flooded my brain; it was undeniable.
I must have acted of my own accord, but I hardly noticed doing so. It only took a few seconds before the Pokemon was chest-down on top of the desk; the lower half of her body was hanging in open air, so I gripped her slightly above both feet to support her. Without any qualms, I entered her again. It was just as unexpected for her as it was for me; her shocked squeal said so.
Unfortunately, it is commonly known that the second round tends to not be quite like the first; this held true for us. It was still heavenly, I won’t deny that, but just not as good as before. Her tight interior still gripped me in the same perfect way, but I couldn’t find a reason as to why the sex should be any less satisfying than earlier.
I won’t bore you with the ‘juicy bits’, or whatever. It was similar to before, just a different position. My hips slapped against her hindquarters repeatedly as I took her. The Flaaffy’s pleasured breathing intensified, reaching the point where it again sounded like suppressed moans. We both lost ourselves in the ecstasy of the act. I obeyed my instinct and kept thrusting as she did likewise and continued taking it well.
A second round was a bit too much for the Pokemon, it turned out. While she didn’t orgasm the first time I fucked her, she certainly did the second. I didn’t slow down as she bucked and twitched, whimpered and squealed, and then released a nice bit of ejaculate to further lubricate her well-used vagina. I came in her seconds later; it was just too much. I hadn’t lasted nearly as long as before (but neither had she), and that didn’t bother me at all. It didn’t bother her either, judging by the heaving of her chest and the flush on her cheeks as my cum began to trickle out.
I think my main point here is that it was good sex. The best kind. And… well… another bond formed with a Pokemon I would never see again. It’s pretty sad to think about, which is why I don’t. Usually…
I’ll end it here. While I couldn’t remember who the Flaaffy’s trainer was originally, I figured it out when he came to get the Pokemon. This was around four days after our nice little escapade; I had not initiated any more sexual activity with her. In truth, I didn’t much feel like it. She had actually let me take her back outside after I had cleaned her up. From there, she wandered off to some indefinite place, and I hardly saw her again. That’s the way things go around here.
So yes, that’s all I have to say for now. If you have actually been able to stomach this up until now, I would think you can continue to do so… and will. I returned the Flaaffy to the trainer without so much as a bat of the eye. He left, and she left with him.
Makes me wonder what Pokemon I’m going to end up banging next… you didn’t think this was just going to stop, did you? In fact, by the time this somehow finds you, I’ll probably have fucked another one. But, that’s life… well… no, it really isn’t. You know what I mean.
(And yes, I did end up bringing all the other Pokemon their food)
I fully regret the long gaps between these chapters;
Unfortunately, they are necessary, as finding time to write is often difficult,
But as usual, thanks you for reading,
-Thecursednoodle