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An Experiment in Breeding

Chapter 4: Cold Loving

For Limemas

By Draconicon

After her experience with Toxicroak, the scientists put Carly on a 48-hour detox session. That meant over twelve hours in the med-bay, attended to by various members of the medical staff, regular doses of Antidote in and out of her body, and being scanned regularly by their equipment. She was half-sure that they didn't need to take her temperature by regularly ramming a thermometer up her ass, but she didn't have any way to stop them. Besides, the poison still coursing through her body made it feel better than it should have.

After that, she was returned to her cell, on watch for 36 hours to make sure that all the poison had been flushed from her body, that her pussy wasn't going to poison her next partner. It should have been a good rest for the Totodile, a chance for her to collect herself, to stop thinking of breeding for a day or so.

Instead, it turned into a torture session.

While the hyper-sensitivity from the poison eventually wore off somewhere around hour number twenty, she still had over a day where she still suffered from her perpetual heat. The Totodile was groaning, moaning, panting as the poison wore off and her limbs started working again, the temptation to give in to a full self-abuse session almost overwhelming.

She held out for hours twenty-one to twenty-four, managing to sit on her hands without fingering herself, without pushing herself to one orgasm after another, but it was raw torture. Her body begged to be grabbed, manhandled, used, and she knew that she was dripping more than usual. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, all her blood rushing down there and making it puffier and more inflamed and more obvious than ever before.

The need to be fucked had never been this bad, not since she had first been brought here. The only thing that rivaled it was the moment when Toxicroak had actually filled her pussy with his poison tongue, and even then...

Carly rolled her head back, panting as the hours continued to pass. Her hands started to run up and down her thighs, squeezing them, rubbing them, stroking them. She couldn't bring herself to touch her pussy yet, but she stroked her legs, found the sensitive spots in her thighs. The soft rubs were not anywhere near good enough to give her the pleasure she needed to go over the edge, but it was a distraction, at least.

But that wasn't enough. The hours continued to tick by, and her hands rolled under her legs, rubbing along her ass, then up to her pussy, and then back down again. Her scales were shiny and wet with her own juices, making her reflect the light off the ceiling towards the cameras. She knew they were watching, and she had gone past not-caring.

Oh fuck...oh fuck...

Almost as if guided by some unknown urge, she walked around the room. Well, more hobbled, considering her debilitating arousal. She felt around the walls, feeling for the little indents that meant that a camera was there. Every time she found one, she turned, pressing her hips, ass, pussy back against it. She pressed down on the glass, making sure that the camera had a perfect view of her insides, of the place where cock was going to be.

Look, stare, enjoy.

She even humped against the camera, showing off just how horny she had become, giving anyone on the other side a show that they wouldn't soon forget. She couldn't help it. The need...

Her urges were so strong, now, stronger than she had ever heard of any Pokémon's mating needs being. She didn't just want to be fucked. She wanted to be touched, to show off, to be a good little breeding whore so that she could get more cock, more cum, more eggs. The urge to breed was overpowering her, the long time between her last cock and her new one driving her up the walls.

I need it...I need it...

Carly was going mad. She needed to be put into her place again, her heat drowning out all thought. The urge to see another Pokémon cock, the urge to feel her pussy spread open again, the need to have her heat quenched had utterly obliterated all thought of decency, all thought of resistance. She would do anything to get it. Anything to feel them inside of her again.

And so the show went on, and the Totodile put on ever more debauched acts for the camera, hoping to tease someone to come down and be with her.

She fucked herself on her fist for the camera to see, punching into her pussy to show that she could take any big cock that they wanted to give her. Fingers spread wide, she forced it open, making it clear that she could take anything that was bigger than her, and flared her gape for them to see until it started to close again.

She used her tail as a dildo, almost breaking it to get the tip inside of her pussy, and then fucked herself on it with rolls of her hips. The cameras tracked her the whole time, and she forced it deeper, fucked herself harder to try and show off just how bad she needed this.

In, out, in, out, her tail went, and she moaned every time that she felt one of the ridges tickling at her inner walls. She wanted to feel them rutting her, wanted to feel something bigger, warmer, hotter fucking at her and pulling her insides around. She wanted to feel her pussy lips spread wide.

God, she wanted cum. Arceus above, she wanted to feel the cooling feeling of cum on her heat, to take her mind off of the need to breed, the need to fuck, the need to suck, the need to rut.

Just fuck me. Just fuck me and use me and...

Carly was drowning in her need, and she couldn't stop.

Almost a day later, the door opened. The half-mad Pokémon looked up, seeing the human waiting for her, and she moaned for him. She crawled across the floor, her eyes half-closed, her gaze dropping down to the human's crotch.

Cock...

It was so much more than just a word, now. It was the urgent need for something bigger, better, and more wonderful than anything else in the world. The cooling feeling of seed in her womb, even if it didn't come from a Pokémon, would be better than the torment that she had felt for so long. She would give herself to anyone, anything with a dick right at that moment if it meant that her heat would be cooled.

Her eyes were still half-closed when the human reached down and grabbed her by the tail. Carly yelped as she was suddenly lifted off the ground, her pussy exposed, her tail held way off to the side as the human carried her out of the room.

"Good fuck, you reek."

The scent of heat was stronger than usual, that was true, but that was because they had left her alone for so long. Carly moaned, thrusting her hips towards the human, unable to think about what she was doing, unable to feel shame. The heat was too strong.

You are falling...

The voice in her head was smug as could be, and there was something about it that felt...wrong. Not part of her, something from...outside?

She didn't understand it, but she didn't have to. She agreed with it. She was falling so far and so fast, and there didn't seem to be anything that could be done to slow it down, let alone stop it. And there was a big part of her that was well past caring about her own dignity. As long as she got the dick and seed and eggs that she needed, it would be enough for her.

The poison had done a number on her body, and she knew that, too. She wasn't stupid enough to believe that this was all something that was coming from her, that all the need was natural. No, this was down to a lot of drug-like effects that had been done to her, a long-term change that had been wreaked on her by the Toxicroak and his poison tongue, his poison cum, and everything else that he had flooded her body with.

But that didn't stop the feeling from being there in the first place. He had done it to her, but that didn't make it any less real.

More...more...

She could feel her juices running down her body as she was carried from her room to the next chamber, and her mind was running wild as she tried to imagine what she was going to be paired with this time. It was going to be a big guy, she bet. She would imagine that it would be one of the Pokémon that would open her up, that would make her feel it for days afterwards. That was what she hoped, at least.

Big things were hot.

The human was becoming less and less interesting, she realized, and there was part of her that was a little bit scared about that. She wasn't...she wasn't supposed to...

There was so much fog in her head, some much heat that burned where thinking was supposed to be. She didn't know what to do, and she didn't know how she was supposed to exist with this sort of heat between her legs. She needed relief, and there was only one way to get something like that.

The human finally came to a halt, looking down at her. Carly looked back up through slitted eyes, a smile that was as sultry as it was heat-drunk on her snout. She rolled her head around, flexing her pussy, half-begging the human to take a turn with it, even if he wouldn't be as good as a Pokémon.

He didn't take the invitation. Instead, he opened the door and tossed her inside, and as soon as he did, things started to change.

First off, the temperature dropped. A lot. The heat that had been in the corridor dropped to just below freezing in the other room, and Carly gasped for breath as she fell and hit the floor. Her pussy hit the cold metal, and half of her juices frosted over right then and there.

"AH!"

She shouted, jumping back to her feet, her toes going half-numb on contact with the cold floor. She wrapped her arms tight around herself, the stubby little things barely enough to cross her chest, and the trainer shook his head.

"Well, this is what you get. This one's not even mine, so you better treat him right. The investor expects a good breeding."

Investor? What the hell did that mean?

Oh, good. She could think again. That meant that she was actually going to hate what was going to happen instead of love it. The heat was being held slightly at bay by the sheer cold around her, and...

Well, fuck.

Shivering enough that her teeth were chattering, Carly watched as the pokeball flew through the air. Her urge to have someone big and buff and strong enough to rip her open was gone, replaced with the hope for something smaller, more gentle, something that would not treat her mean.

The ball opened, the energy came free...and her hopes were dashed.

Looming over her was a blue-furred Ninetales, the blue so light that it was almost white. There was a frosty aura around it, an austere pride in the way that it sat and looked down at her, and Carly knew that this was going to really, really, really hurt.

The heat was almost gone, with only an ache left behind in her belly that she could deal with much more easily than she could have the rest of the pain that she'd been containing. She kept shivering as the door closed behind the departing trainer, leaving her and the Alolan Ninetales alone.

The way that the other Pokémon stared down at her was beyond judgmental. He had this look in his eyes that said that he knew that he was bigger, that he was stronger, that he was better. He had this glance of superiority, this sense of entitlement that oozed from him.

And he was vain, vain enough to take one of his tails and stroke a foreclaw through them, examining them with as much interest as he'd given her.

"What...what do you want?" she managed to ask through chattering teeth.

"Well, I am told that I should want you...but I suppose that will have to be something that I oblige the humans with."

"You...what?"

"You are certainly not up to the standards that I would normally grace with an egg from me, but then again, I am not working with the average female here, am I?"

He was so up himself that it was almost painful to hear him talk, and she had been with three Pokémon already that had been far more actively abusive. She wanted to glare at him, but...

But there was something about him...

Her eyes flitted across the feral's body. This was the first time that she had been with a Pokémon that didn't have a hint of a bipedal nature. Golduck and Toxicroak, in particular, had been surprisingly humanoid in the way that they worked, and she had been thankful for that. It had lessened the sting of being rutted, being bred by a Pokémon. But this...this should have been the most intimidating so far. The feral Ninetales should have made her feel disgusted.

Instead, she felt almost charmed by his appearance, at the beauty of his coat, at the way that he moved when he deigned to do more than shift his tails around. There was an elegance there, and Carly surprised herself as she started to wonder what his dick looked like.

Like a dog's? Maybe with a sheath and a hardened shaft, with something that...

She realized what she was doing, and her eyes went wide. Fighting the urge to slap herself, she took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. Arceus, but that was easier in the cold than it had been anywhere else.

"What's different about me?"

"Why, the fact that your body allows the father's genes to come through rather than the mother's, of course," he said, licking a forepaw slowly. "After all, I am beautiful, am I not?"

"You are," she said, not able to argue that.

"Then it is my duty and my obligation to carry that beauty into the next generation, to grace this world with more of my line, up to my standards. The beauty of my line should not stop with me."

The arrogance. The sheer, blinding arrogance was beyond gag-worthy, but was there anything that she could actually do about it/ Not really. Not when he was already strutting towards her, on all fours rather than merely sitting.

She stumbled backwards, and finally got a chance to look under him. He was huge, and hung, too. That sheath was big enough to make her feel like a human would underneath a horse. If she took that in her, she'd need more than a potion to tighten herself back up.

But at the same time...

She bit her lip as she felt almost charmed by him, how he walked forward, how he wrapped his tails around her in a fence of sorts to keep her from moving away. He spread his hind legs, showing off his sheath, his balls, the little blue tip of his cock that was only then starting to slide out.

"Well?" he asked.

"Well, what?"

"Aren't you going to get started?"

"But...but you..."

"I am above you, Totodile. In power, in beauty, and in grace. It is your obligation to make sure that you are bred, not my duty to see to your pleasure."

"..."

"Of course, we can always wait for the humans to come back, allow them to see to it themselves."

She didn't like that idea. The last time that they had been unhappy with her...well, best not.

Carly took a deep breath, moving between the big Ninetale's legs. She was colder than ever when she was pressed near him, his fur like smooth ice, soft, but with that chill to it that made it clear that there was never going to be any comfort down there. She bit her lips, trying to ignore the shivers running through her body as she pressed her short claws to the other Pokémon's sheath.

It was thick and heavy, alright, and a few strokes was enough to pull out enough cock to match the Toxicroak from the day before yesterday. It was just as clear that there was much more down there, more cock, more throbbing shaft, more to take inside of her if she dared to pull it out.

One glance at the Ninetales over her told her that she didn't have a choice. If she didn't give him the chance to breed her, then he would make sure that she regretted it.

So, she worked his sheath with her hands, something that she hadn't needed to do for any of her other partners. The proud, icy Pokémon didn't look at her while she worked, either, keeping his eyes on the distant wall. Almost like he was some sort of ruler that was merely allowing her to play with him, rather than someone that would take her for what she was.

All the others had instigated it. This one was making her do it herself, and the feeling was...so different. She had to confront her own urges that were bubbling up, and couldn't blame them all on the heat.

For example, when she looked at his cock, and realized that she had a hunger for it. That she wanted to...to taste it...

She blushed as she realized that she wanted to do more than just lay back and let herself get rutted. Somewhere deep down inside, little Carly wanted to ride that dick, wanted to push it inside of herself, to feel that knot at the base hammering at her insides. The thought of going that far, of allowing this...this thing to fill her willingly...

_What the hell is wrong with me?

Nothing._

The other voice came, and this time she knew that it wasn't her. She didn't respond to herself that way, and she didn't think that way. There was a psychic out there that was watching her, she realized, and that was almost worse than anything else that was going on.

Finally, the thick cock was completely freed, and the Ninetales shuffled about a bit, pushing his cock up towards her body. A single nudge was enough to knock her off her feet, and she fell back on her rump.

"What are you doing?"

"Hmmph. I was expecting better service from a breeder. Apparently, your abilities far exceed your experience. Were it not for my superior breeding, I imagine that our egg would be nearly worthless."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence..."

"You should be ecstatic to be allowed to breed with one of my caliber. The fact that you are even allowed to touch me, rather than having your hands removed for being such a low-quality Pokémon, should fill you with joy. And yet, you hesitate."

"..."

The Ninetales sighed.

"I suppose I will have to take a more active hand. A pity. I was anticipating the pleasure of a proper breeder, and instead, I must be the one to take action."

"What do you mean?"

"And yet more of the amateur hour."

His tails darted out, seizing her by the ankles. Just like that, she was flipped head over heels, spun around until she was on her belly. It didn't end there, either; more of the tails reached for her, pulling her back against him, rubbing her back against his belly, and she could feel the throbbing, tapered tip of his cock running up her ass cheeks.

"If you will make me wait, then I will just do the job myself."

"Wait, wait, I didn't mean - I can take care of you, I promise, just don't - AH!"

She gasped, her breath almost punched out of her. Not by the length of cock inside of her, but rather by the way that the tip was so goddamn cold.

Ice...it's...it's ice...

She had been begging for something to cool her off, and it seemed that fate had decided to be funny about it. The slender, tapered tip inside of her was like an icicle, one that was just smooth enough to keep moving without damaging her, chilling her inner flesh in a way that nothing else had ever done before.

Oh Arceus...

The cold went straight through her, chilling her down to the bone, right into her pussy and then further still, forcing her to feel the chill in a way that even the freezing room hadn't done.

Even the cold tails were nothing compared to that. Even as her chest and stomach were frozen, her own juices turning into a hard, armored layer around her scales, she could feel that frozen dick moving further into her body. Each slow pull of the tails dragged her down more and more, feeling her inner walls freezing in place, her muscles squeezing tight around that cold dick. If it wasn't for the fact that they were starting to go a little numb, she was sure that they would have been cramping from the cold.

It certainly seemed to entice the Ninetales, though, as he used his tails to drag her up and down his cock like a toy, like a fleshlight. She huffed and puffed every time that he forced her down onto his cock, and she could feel it bulging her out more and more as he went deeper and deeper.

Fuck...fuck...fuck...

Her entire body was essentially paralyzed, frozen from the inside out, and she couldn't even try and squirm to make it better. All she could do was hang there, immobilized as that fat dick plunged into her again and again.

The cold made it so that she could only feel the pressure of him inside, but he was so big that was more than enough. The cold got rid of the pain, which meant that the pleasure of the pressure was that much stronger. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she finally felt his knot against her pussy lips, her toes attempting to curl but fading with the ice that froze them in place.

"There...you've taken the whole thing. I suppose that is credible, considering your small size. I expected more screaming."

He would have gotten that, too, if it wasn't for the fact that she was Frozen. Not just frozen, but Frozen, his body inflicting the ailment on her just as Toxicroak had inflicted her with Poison. She could breathe, but that was about it.

Breathe...and drip. An ever-increasing icicle was growing from her clit, her juices rolling from her and then freezing against her nethers, making it look like she had an ice dick that dangled from her crotch.

Carly couldn't believe that she was going through with this, but there was no choice...and she...she was starting to...

Enjoy it.

Her cheeks burned as the Ninetales went back to rutting her, bouncing her along his cock with his tails. Every now and then, the austere creature would hunch his hips, almost like he was testing the waters for knotting her, but by and large, he stood stern and beautiful, letting his tails do all the work.

She could feel every inch of his width and his length, and could feel the tip of his cock punching against her womb every time. None of the others had come so close to opening her up like that, and the numbness that came from his cold nature meant that it was not painful. It was just...intense, a rubbing that was...oh so deep...

Carly gasped for air as the thrusting sped up, that tapered tip on the verge of slamming right into her womb every time that he rammed his knot against her pussy lips. The feeling of something that big shouldn't have felt good, but the combination of numbness to pain and the pleasure and pressure being so strong...

Ah...ah...ah...

She thought her moans as she couldn't speak them, the icicle dangling from her clit pulling and rubbing on that with every thrust. She could feel the swaying, the thrusting, the twitching and teasing down there. Every move made her want to cum, and every near orgasm made her drip all the more, making the icicle bigger and longer than it already was.

The Ninetales was starting to grunt, his icy exterior starting to shatter a little as he got closer and closer to his own orgasm. He was humping her more, those soft balls bouncing forward and slapping off of her when he couldn't resist grinding and thrusting against her. The feeling of them was a hint of warmth against the cold, and she savored it every time that she felt it happen.

More, more, more, his speed picking up, his tails pulling her back. She could barely breathe, the water that formed her and powered her slowing down. It was so hard to focus, her body starting to fade to tingles.

Tingles of pleasure, she realized, as she knew that her orgasm was coming closer and closer. His cold nature kept her tight, but that knot wanted in. It needed to get in.

And she had to...had to do it.

With a grunt, she forced a bit of water from her mouth, just enough to melt the worst of the ice around her chest and neck. It allowed her head to bend down, and she spat water at her crotch. It was almost hot compared to the room around her, and it melted the worst of the ice around her pussy lips -

POP!

And it was just enough to allow the knot to slam forward, pushing her open, entering her right then and there.

Carly's eyes went wide, her womb popped open at the same time that her pussy lips had been. The thickness of that knot, the depth of that tip, the way that it forced her to feel things that she had never felt before...

It was too much, and she came. She arched her back against the Ninetale's belly, a wordless, soundless scream of pleasure ripped from her guts. She wanted to make it louder, but there was no air, only chill.

The pulsing feeling in her stomach drowned what was left of her heat with ice and cold, and she slumped forward as the Ninetales pulled her off his knot a second later. The sound of that 'pop' almost made her wince, but not as much as when he leaned over her after she'd been laid on the ground.

"What..."

"You will bear my egg. I am ensuring that no other can mess with that."

He breathed, and the ice beam that came from his lips froze her pussy shut. Carly would have screamed - in pleasure? Pain? Both? - if she had the air for it, but she didn't. Instead, she fainted, dropping out of the world and fading into the darkness.

She woke up in the med-bay again, and her clit was still adorned by the giant hood ornament of an icicle cock, though it had at least been shrinking in the time that she had been unconscious. That was something. It was no longer the giant weight pushing down at her crotch that could end up hurting her.

She groaned under her breath, lifting her head. The scientists were all conspicuously busy, working on the different terminals around her, while there was a feeling of...warmth...on her body. Carly raised her head, trying to look down at herself.

The answer was easily found. There was a splatter of off-white across her belly. One of them had jerked off on her while she'd been knocked out.

She wanted to be angry. She wanted to be downright furious, for that matter, thinking about how the scientists had already abused her enough. They were putting her through experiment after experiment, and she had yet to come through one of them with her body completely intact. The Golduck had messed with her body and head, the Zangoose had taken her virginity. Toxicroak had nearly killed her, and if she didn't have some form of frostbite from that rut with the Ninetales, she would be amazed.

Yet, despite that, there was a part of the little Totodile that did feel...oddly flattered. Like, she was still attractive enough to even get humans to want to breed her. Not all Pokémon could say that...

Carly shivered, knowing that a thought like that was wrong, that it was the first step towards a full corruption of everything that she had once been, but it was hard not to feel good about it. There was something in her, something that had been completely changed by her experiences. Not just with Toxicroak's poison, though that had been a good part of it, but also by everything that had happened here so far.

Every breeding took a bit more of what she had been and replaced it with the urge to be a good little breeder. Zangoose's matter-of-factness about it all, Golduck's insistence about his strength putting her in her place, Toxicroak's indulgence with her, Ninetales pushing her down and just putting his 'greater' seed in her, regardless of how it would affect her body and what it would do...

All of them pushed some different aspect of the breeder's role into her mind, and it was almost impossible for her to remember that this wasn't her. The Totodile was getting into it more than she should, and she...

She didn't know what to do.

Sink and enjoy...

That voice again. She blushed as she felt a slow swell of arousal through her body, the fluids of her sex slowly pouring out of her, melting away the residual bits of ice that had formed after she'd fallen unconscious. The plug that had held all of Ninetales's seed inside of her was slowly rolling around in her depths, gradually breaking down. It was like a plug that was slowly on its way out.

Finally, it did come out, flopping onto the sheets under her. Some of the doctors turned at that, probably wondering if she'd laid an egg, but then they turned away again, realizing it was just the ice.

She huffed and puffed under her breath, running her hand along her belly. It had swollen to a large size with this one, and she knew that this egg was probably going to be the biggest one yet. No surprise, considering who had fathered it, but she still was both looking forward to and not looking forward to the stretch that'd come with pushing it out.

I can't believe I'm okay with this...

And yet, she was. She had become more and more used to the debauchery of being a breeder, and while some part of her was fighting to get out of it, the rest of her was...well, at least okay with being a breeder until she would be allowed to leave. The feeling of the egg in her was almost soothing...

And it really shouldn't have been, but it was.

Whatever had changed her was still changing her. Whatever had turned her into a breeder was making sure that she didn't want to leave. She had to remember what had been done. She had to remember that this wasn't her whole life. She didn't know what else it could have been, anymore, but...

But she had to remember...

She had to.

The End