Berry Thief
A male Charmander with an attitude problem gets an attitiude adjustment from a female Bulbasaur...
Charmander had never been the most submissive pokemon. When he was told to do something, you could bet he'd do the opposite. That little personality trait was why his trainer ended up releasing him back into the wild.
Not that he cared. In Charmander's mind, his trainer had only held him back. Besides, returning to the wild had it's advantages, like how he was better trained and higher leveled than pretty much everyone he ran into. No holding back anymore, he pounded his foes into the ground... usually. To be safe, he stayed in areas where only plant and bug types hung around.
However, being back in the wild had disadvantages... for example, Charmander wasn't very good at finding food. Foraging was a skill he had never learned, and he was starting to miss the food from the pokemart. That's when Charmander saw a Berry Farm. Berries often had properties that could alter a pokemon's status... they were also delicious! Checking to make sure no one was watching, charmander quickly broke out a part of the fence and helped himself.
Meanwhile, a young female Bulbasaur was walking nearby. She was on her way to find a nice sunny spot to take in siome sun light when she noticed Charmander crawling out a newly made hole in a fence. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was doing.
"Did you bust a hole in that fence?!?"
Charmander turned and saw the female. Well, only an idiot would actually answer her. Charmander sprinted away as fast as his legs could carry him, claws filled with berries.
"Get back here!" Bulbasaur called out as she chased the Charmander.
Charmander realised she wasn't giving up and ran faster.
Bulbasaur, however, was the faster of the two and managed to tackle the fire type. Pinning Carmander as best she could, she tried to talk sense into him.
"Just admit you stole the berries!"
Charmander continued to struggle, and finally wiggled free. Jumping to his feet, Charmander stuffed the berries he'd been carrying into his mouth and quickly chewed and swallowed them.
"What berries? Sorry, I don't have any berries to give back!"
Bulbasaur growled, angered by the fire type.
"You can't just take what you want! Those humans grew those!" Bulbasaur said.
Charmander grinned, then took an aggressive stance, his tail swaying behind him in a way that told the Bulbasaur that he was enjoying himself.
"You wanna fight me over it?"
Bulbasaur nodded and readied herself, causing Charmander to laugh. He made a show of snorting flames from his nostrils in an effort to intimidate her.
"I'm a fire type, you silly little leafhead! I'll burn you to a crisp! I have a type advantage!"
It was Bulbasaur who smiled this time. "I have a type advantage too."
"Oh, really?"
"I'm female and you're male!" With that, Bulbasaur charged in a tackle attack.
Charmander was suprised by the female making the aggressive move, having truly expected her to run away. However, he was leveled high enough to dodged the attack, and even managed to swipe her with a scratch attack. Bulbasaur winced but otherwise ignored the minor damage and extended her vine whips. Charmander nearly laughed at the idea of her using plant attacks, since he would be strong against them. However, he underestimated the strength behind the attack, and the vicious vine whip knocked him on his back. Annoyed, Charmander started to get up and planned on using his fire attacks to burn this annoying female, but paused as he felt something slither up his thigh...
Charmander lookd down in time to see one of the female's vines crawl up between his legs, and jumped when it wrapped itself around his malehood! A humorous suprised sound, somewhere between a gasp and a squawk, flew out of his mouth as the vine tightened around the neck of his scrotum, pulling his marbles to the bottom of his bag. The male attempted to remove the vine strangling his eggs, only to shout in surprise as Bulbasaur started to drag the male towards her by his babymakers.
Charmander quickly dug both his front claws into the ground in an attempt to keep the female from dragging him closer, which worked but he quickly regretted it. His body stopped and put all the strain directly on his straining orbs which were beginning to stretch further from his body than he had though was possible. A part of his mind wanted to pull away from the female, but doing so would put further stress on his stretched out sac. It was like a really cruel game of 'tug of war'. Slowly his body was dragged toward the grinning female, and any resistance renewed the fire type's fear of his balls being ripped off.
Bulbasaur giggled at the expression on the males face as she drug him closer. The pain in his balls distracted him enough that he failed to notice when he was in range of Bulbasaurs next attack. He recieved no warning before being dusted with paralyze powder, and suddenly his body became rigid, frozen in his current spread eagled, claws dug into the dirt position. Charmander realized that the battle was not going his way and started to beg for forgiveness.
"P-please... I'm s...sorry!"
"I'm sure you are. But, I'm not done with you until you replace the berries you stole."
"I don't... have... any ber...berries to give..."
Bulbasaur's smile was desceptively sweet and soothing. She approached the paralyzed Charmander, stepping between his wide spread legs and looked down at his eggs which were squeezed to the botom of his sac by the stranglehold of her vines which she had not let up on in the slightest, perfectly outlined by the thinly stretched scrotum.
"But you have a nice, large set of berries right here! I'll just take these, and we'll call it even, okay?"
Bulbasaur almost laughed when Charmander made that face, that look of terror that males only had when their silly little nuts were at stake. She ignored his attempts to talk his way out of punishment as she absent-mindedly placed her right front foot on top of his balls and slowly putting more and more weight on them. The male's body was fully-paralyzed, his limbs barely managing to twitch as she beared down on his spheres, the little organs distorting, squishing around the female's toes in a way that reminded her of those bubbles on bubblewrap. The similarity betwen a male's two prized posessions and something she popped for amusement sent her into another fit of giggles. However, it seemed she was not heavy enough to crush the Charmander's babymaker's underfoot. No matter how much she leaned forward or how hard she ground her foot down into them, they wouldn't burst.
"Wow. These berries are tougher than the ones I'm used to. Usually they would have popped by now. Don't worry though, I've never met berries I couldn't squish before."
Charmander groaned as the female mutilated his malehood. His body was paralyzed, so all he could do was watch as the female attempted to turn his dangling fruit into pulp. The male was suprised when the plant type stepped off his gonads. The he felt her vines tighten even further than they had been.
"Maybe this would be easier if I plucked these berries first? What do you think?... Yeah, I think so too."
Aparrently, the female had tired of trying to crush his balls and was now attempting to use her vines to simply pull them off! She braced her front paws on his spread thighs, and began to pull with her vines, leaning back to put her weight to use, putting as much stress on the contents of his pouch as possible. Bulbasaur leaned as far back as she could, pulling on Charmander's babymakers as hard as she possibly could, and realised that they simply refused to come off. Bulbasaur ended her pulling, although her vine's grip remained as tight as ever.
Charmander was glad the female was finally giving up, he could see his swollen nuts from his frozen position, and they were a disturbing shade of dark purple. Whether that was from the beating's they'd suffered or lack of blood flow, he wasn't sure. In fact, he was scared to find he couldn't feel them as much anymore.
"Well, I tried popping them beneath my feet and I've tried plucking them, but your stubborn berries just won't give. Hmmm... oh, I got it. I'll burst them the way anyone burst berries. I'll chew them up!"
Charmander tried to move, but it just wasn't meant to be. The female used her vines to place the darkening orbs on her tounge and sucked the fire types maleness into her mouth. The female sucked on his spuds for amoment, looking up at charmander from between his legs, smiling around the pouch in her mouth.
For his part, Charmander found he actually enjoyed the treatment. A female sucking on his jewels was suprisingly erotic, considering what she said she would do to them. Despite himself, the male became quite excited, and wished she would continue. He was suprised to find his penis wasn't as paralzed as the rest of him, but quickly became as rigid.
Charmaner could feel an orgasm building, the females warm tounge and hot breath bathing his cooling nuts, her gentle sucking motions pulling them into her mouth. And then she bit down.
A high pitched squeal was the only sound he could make as the female brought her teeth down on his balls. The molars pressing on either side of his babymakers, distorting their contents, the pressure increasing. Charmander was suprised to find that the pain was dulled somewhat, likely because of the cut off circulation. But he fully felt the building pressure, become more and more intense...
and then it dissappeared in two audible 'POP's, followed by a sickly 'SQUELCH' and 'SQUISH'.
The female's smile widened considerably, and a look Charmander could only compare to glee or childish excitement spread over her face. The female chewed on the mush that once been his malehood with deliberate slowness.
Bulbasaur enjoyed the texture of the jelly that once been the fire type's maleness. She chewed on the contents of his pouch, and made sure not single solid chunk was left, nothing but paste. She was also delighted that the male didn't faint but watched her as she ruined him, paralyzed in that spot. Finally, she decided enough was enough and spat out his goo filled basket. She giggled at the sight of it, dark purple and sloshing around with everymoment like a partially filled water balloon. She prodded it with her foot and enjoyed the way it squished between her toes.
"Well, I finally got those berries. They sure were tough, weren't they? I bet they bred a lot of females, huh? Well, I hope so! After all, a neuter like you won't be breeding any girls anymore! Not with a pouch full of mush like this!"
As if to prove her point, the female used her vine's to lift his bag, and batted at it with her front paw causing it to slosh. She squeezed the sac a few times, showing that nothing but liquid remained of his once proud malehood.
"By the way, when I unwrap my vines from your sac, they'll also let go of your cords, and you'll regain all feeling from them and pass out. Bye!"
Bulbasaur let go, retracting her vines. Charmander looked like a Golem had suddenly dropped on top of him and collapsed unconcious before he could even scream. With one last laugh, Bulbasaur turned to leave but decided to swing By that Berry Farm before she left. She was now craving berries for some reason. Besides... the local berry farmers were glad to give out free berries to anyone who asked nicely.