The Reason
#1 of Machinations of a Trainer
Ah, my first serious story on AGNPH. I was pet-sitting for my sister while she was away, and instead of getting on her computer to sate my pron appetite, I made some of my own with the help of my Pokemon Emerald game.
This story involves sex between man and Pokemon. Don't like it, tough nuggets, here it is. Too young for this sort of thing? Get off the Internet, you don't belong.
The players in this little production of mine are Katherine, a sassy absol and her trainer, the first-person subject of this story.
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I sat awake in my tent, staring up through the transparent roof into the night sky. Various insects and other denizens of the dark chirped and croaked around me, a slim blue plastic tarp separating me from them.
Katherine, my absol, slept beside me. She was curled into a fetal position, making her resemble a furry yin-yang. Her white-furred chest rose and fell with each breath, exiting her lungs each time with a quiet sigh.
It hadn't been long ago that I had caught her, having been asked to subdue a "Pokemon that brought with it havoc and devastation to the town," but only found an absol defending herself from the disaster-causing teams Aqua and Magma.
When I found her, I tried to convince her to come with me or the teams would take her by force. When she refused, I had to capture her to prevent her abilities from being misused.
She wasn't too happy with that ordeal, and for the longest time she fought with me every step of my journey. I even tried a soothe bell, only to find it uncomfortably stashed in my shoe.
One day it all changed. After a difficult gym battle she became to have a small amount of respect for me. I wasn't sure why, so I just chocked it up to the badge.
To my amazement, she began actually speaking to me. I don't know how she learned my language, but she uses it as a double-edged sword. While she was able to convey what was on her mind at any time, it usually served to frustrate me and my other Pokemon.
Thinking back to those times, I placed my hand on her soft side, smiling as she squirmed and rolled onto her back, her stomach full and a little squishy from the large portions of dinner she ate.
She deserved what she devoured, though. She fought hard, seeming to be at her happiest when she was taking down a much larger opponent. I admired her for that, not sure whether or not she cared.
I gave her an appreciative scratching, taking a significant amount of joy in seeing her leg kick. I thought to myself that if I had done this earlier, before she warmed up to us, I would have been torn to shreds by now.
I took a moment to take in the scenery. The coziness of the tent, the warm, fluffy fur of my companion, the ambiance of the night, the whole thing appealed to me. There was even a pleasant, ginger smell permeating in the tent. Everything had a primal, earthy feel to it. I guess I could say it gave me a trainer's high.
This is why I left, this rush for adventure. Homesickness was the last thing on my mind.
That increasingly wonderful smell became intoxicating. I laid back, letting the moment wash over me. My right hand began subconsciously kneading Kat's warm chest as my other rested on my thigh. I closed my eyes and my mind began to wander to thoughts of one of my recent battles.
I had defeated swimmer girl today. She seemed to be slightly younger than me, but she wore this sexy, tight fitting one-piece swimsuit and had her hair in two looped ponytails. She was always glistening with beads of water, giving her a shimmering look. Her breasts were voluptuous for her age, making her look like one of the sultry seductresses straight from the girlie magazine in my backpack.
My left hand migrated to my crotch to treat a growing erection, freeing it from the cloth prison my boxers created. My hand began moving along my shaft as I imagined her glistening arm moving a single thumb underneath those skimpy shoulder straps and pulling that tight-fitting suit slowly over her large breasts, the wet rubber lingering just above her nipple before jerking from it's hold, slingshotting her mounds upward in a playful bounce as she let out a low moan.
The temperature in the tent had increased, and I removed my pants and boxers, letting the sleeping bag's texture add to the wild environment I placed myself in and letting the warmth in the plastic shelter serve as my blanket.
This brief lapse in my fantasy allowed me to realize the smell had gotten much stronger, and the heat was coming from Katherine. Her breathing had become shallow, almost whimpering with each breath, and her body was akin to a furry radiator. Her legs twitched every few moments, sometimes in spasms.
I grabbed her chest gently and shook her awake, worried about her health. She looked like she was under the course of a large fever. She quickly awakened, still panting, but at a slower rate than before. To my astonishment, she looked at me with rage in her eyes.
She yelled, almost screaming, "Why did you have to wake me up!?"
I instinctively drew my hands to my face to block any retaliative strikes. "You didn't look so good, Kat. I thought you needed some help."
"Hah, you have no idea," Kat looked away, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She shook her head. "I was having a good dream."
"You looked like you were suffering." I continued to try to justify what I believed to have been the right course of action.
She sighed, "Yeah, and now I still am, thanks to you."
The absol stayed quiet in a state of thought. I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to anger her any more. The unnatural quiet was getting to me, though, and I decided someone had to say something.
I broke the silence. "Alright, I'm sorry. I didn't know-"
Interrupting me, Katherine turned her head back. "Forget about it, I guess I shouldn't have been so angry," she said calmly. A calm that didn't befit her. I felt pretty bad about it, I liked her better when she was loud and chaotic, not this quiet, disappointed Pokemon that sat before me.
I needed to find out more.
"So, what was the dream about? I mean, if you don't mind telling me."
"Hm? Ah..." she turned her head away from me again and looked towards the ground. She sat for a while, her tail shifting up and down slowly. "It was..."
I thought to myself that this might have not have been the best way to approach the situation. As I opened my mouth to dismiss the issue and put the matter to rest, she began speaking again.
"It... was about my first mating," she let out with a small, embarrassed sigh. "It wasn't that long ago."
"Oh..." I responded with a reserved voice. I could understand why she was apprehensive about telling me, and why she was so angry before. I thought back to my first time. It was under the shade of the trees with the professor's daughter. It was an amazing moment that I would have killed to relive.
Then my mind wandered to what began the act: seeing two wild mightyena mating in a nearby clearing as we were walking down the route together. Watching Pokemon mate was a guilty pleasure of mine, and I jumped at the chance to watch nature in action.
This thought triggered something in my mind. Daring to learn more about about my absol's experience, I egged her on with a simple, "What happened?"
I was surprised when she perked her ears up and looked at me again. "What did you say?"
I brace to get hit and clarify. "Your mating. You want to talk about it? It might make you feel better."
She paused and looked at me. A few seconds later, she smiled. "Sure, why not." She straightened her back, looking upwards into the moonlight, it's shining face being the only illumination for the tent.
"It was a few months ago, and I was going into my first season. I was the strongest female in the route, so I had many strong males fighting for me. Large, muscular Pokemon beating the stuffing out of each other just to have me bear their children. At the time that was the greatest thing I thought I had ever seen."
She continued her reverie. "The winner of this savage tournament was a mightyena. A huge one, almost twice my size. His fur was dark, but had small white diamonds lining his back. A few bits of his fur had been removed and replaced with the wounds from the Pokemon he had to fight his way through to get to me. His fangs were huge, larger than any other mightyena I've ever seen. As he walked up to claim me, I remember my heat burning, calling out to him. When he got close, I remember doing what was expected of me and turned, lifting my tail to show that I accepted him. Oh, did I ever."
I thought back to the two mightyena mating on the day of my first experience. As her story continued, the female in my memory slowly changed into an absol. I could feel my erection slowly returning, having been shocked into submission from the earlier outburst.
"I was waiting for him to take me, and then I felt a huge weight overtaking my back. I fought to get used to it, but found my chest buried into the dirt as his massive form overwhelmed me. I felt helpless, but at the same time I wanted nothing else. I saw both of his arms rest over my shoulder and felt his powerful haunches lower to meet mine...and then..."
I fell backwards as a strong, black-and-white paw struck me across the chest. "And then you woke me up!"
Wincing from the blow, I sat up on my elbows and stared back at her. "I said I was sorry!" What I saw when I looked up, though, was the wet pussy of a horny absol, the ginger smell overwhelming me. Katherine had set her rear end against my face and was looking back at me over her shoulder.
"Sorry's not good enough. It's your fault, so you fix it. Or does the mighty Pokemon master not feel up to this challenge?" I heard her giggle as she emphasised her words by wiggling her hindquarters at me.
"This master is up to any challenge," I said as I brought my face forward and kissed the lower part of her vagina, smiling as I heard a gasp from my Pokemon.
"You...actually...hah!" She let out a moaning cry as my mouth engulfed her hole, swirling my tongue along the inside of her sex. The professor's daughter enjoyed this treatment as well.
I felt her head lay on my naked thigh, my hard-on twitching by her face. She brought two claws from her front left leg and put my shaft in between them, squeezing, releasing a small bubble of precum drooling outward. She lazily stuck out a tongue and I instantly felt it's warmth as she darted it over the head of my penis, licking up the sticky saltiness that it emitted.
I was enjoying the taste of her pussy, although I can't accurately describe it. It had a sweet flavor, but at the same time had a neuter taste that somehow appealed to my senses. I massaged her flank with my hands as I continued my oral treatment, feeling her hot breath on my cock as she got lost in the pleasure, moaning in a sexy, yet cute voice that I didn't know she had.
In a primal need that I still can't explain, I leaned up, grasping her at her sides and forcefully throw her aside. I nearly ripped my shirt off removing it as she stood back up, exposing her wet rump to me.
"Alright, you strong male," she said coyly while she raised her haunches and tail, presenting herself as she described doing to the mightyena earlier. "Take me!"
I lept towards her like a feral beast, planting my right forearm across her back and my left hand guiding my member to her welcoming box. Her front legs quivered and fell under my strength, the change in elevation causing me to lurch forward and penetrate her.
We cried in unison as our mating began, my cock pushing forcefully into her sopping pussy. The sudden entrance pushed out a stream of her lubricant that squirted against my balls and aided in this welcome intruder's progress.
In a matter of seconds, I was pistoning my sex into hers, the impossible warmth surrounding my member from all sides, coating it with her arousal as a cloud of the ginger scent was released with each thrust.
I grunted with each of her cries and moans, keeping my arm fiercely holding her down to exert the dominance I've come to know is essential in this type of mating. I increased my tempo, slamming myself into her and watching as her chest fur slid on the bottom of the tent and her loose hair bounce back and forth.
As my rutting became quicker and more forceful, her moans of pleasure turned into yells and cries, her hind pounding backwards against me, as the slick walls of her cunt met the base of my shaft and dribbled her sexual fluids down over my balls. It seemed that her natural mating instinct was overtaking her mind more and more with each thrust.
I heard her shout over her cries of pleasure, "Ah! Now! I feel..."
Something else clicked inside my head. She had been running this show since the start. It was bad ettiquete for a trainer to allow his Pokemon to control him. As much as it pained me, I stopped and withdrew my member with a wet sliding sound, avoiding her pussy as it tried to re-capture my cock.
This obviously upset her. "Put it back in! I wasn't done ye-" I cut her off by grabbing her by her scruff with my left hand, leaning over her.
"Who is your master, Katherine?" I lowered my face to beside hers, allowing her to see it out of the corner of her eyes, her panting and wide eyes showing how close she was.
She said angrily "This is no time to play ga-" Again, I jerked her scruff backwards, eliciting gasp as she held her head straight back, gritting her teeth. I placed my cock at the base of her pussy, allowing her to press back against it, but not enter it.
She started panting again, saying desperately "Y...you are! Now come on!"
"What?"
"Fuck me!" She cried again, trying to rub herself against me again.
"Pokemon don't tell there masters what to do."
"Alright, alright...master...please..."
"Please what?"
"Please...mate with me!"
Satisfied that I had gained a small amount of control, I obliged by slamming my cock back into it's new home, being greeted with a loud, primal yell and another squirt of her pre. I was relieved, I was afraid she wouldn't have submitted. It was a risk, however, I felt I had to take to increase the trainer-pokemon bond.
I raised my right knee and began rocking back into her, keeping her upper half down and watching her looking up at me with wild passion, drool and tears of satisfaction smearing her black face as the other half of her face grinded the tent floor with each thrust of my sex into hers. Her claws dug deep into the tarp, leaving small holes in the pseudo-floor of the tent as she gritted her teeth.
I felt her body tense and I smiled. Giving a series of powerful thrusts, I pushed her Kat over the edge. The quivering walls of her pussy and her yowling orgasmic cry as she arched her back sent me into a frenzy. With one final plunge, I felt my ass clench itself and my balls spew forth the mixture of doomed future humans into the waiting womb of another species.
Her cunt milked my penis dry of it's seed as we panted in near unison. I leaned my face down and licked her cheek, tasting her furred face as she shut her eyes in pleasure. I slid my tongue over the matted fur of her tear trails and traced the side of her panting mouth, feeling her hot breath mingle with my own. I felt we would have kissed then, if she wasn't still under me.
I finished "cleaning" her face and brought my member out with the sound of wet suction. I rolled to lay beside her, soon feeling her heated body pressed against mine, her drooling snatch against my thigh as her right paw draped over my chest.
We stayed like that for a while, the moonlight accenting the white of her fur and the wetness I had left on her face, her red eyes looking into mine with pure contentment. After a long while, I decided to break the silence again.
"You'll have to finish your story later, Kat."
She replied, grinning, "Sure, master."
I smiled, "You don't have to call me master anymore, you know."
"I dunno, I kinda like it. Just don't let it go to your head, 'Master.'"
We both laughed for a while. Then, with that same sassy voice of hers, she added:
"Before I tell you my story, though, you should tell me what you were thinking about before you woke me up. I don't normally see you without your pants on."
I thought for a little bit, then realized that I should have been embarrassed before this all started. Why I wasn't, I don't know, maybe I trusted her more than I thought I did.
"Sure thing." I wrapped one arm around hers while my other closes the low-ceiling tent's sky-roof. The night had been silenced by our mating, and all I heard was her low breathing as she slipped back into a contented slumber. I kissed her furry forehead and allowed myself to relax, bathing in the new ambiance that I had come to enjoy more than the one before.
"Maybe this is the reason I am a trainer." Was my last thought before I joined my pokemon in a restful sleep.
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So, what did you think? I'm open to comments. If you enjoyed it, then tell me what you liked about it and I'll try to fit some more elements of it into another story. If you didn't, tell me what you think. I might change a little.
Probably not, but hey, constructive criticism is always welcome.
Thank you for playing.
~Z-Byte