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Afi's trainer days were long behind her. In her early twenties she'd wandered the region, catching powerful pokemon and taking on as many comers as possible. She'd never made it to the League, but she'd acquired nearly all the badges she could, and she was proud of her hard work.

But "professional pokemon trainer" wasn't as viable a career choice as the vids made it out to be. Eventually life caught up with her in the form of a young daughter, and she had to settle.

Afi was in her late thirties now, and her daughter Jo was thirteen and attending a very prestigious private school that took her away from home for months at a time. Most of Afi's pokemon had been traded away to battlers who could give them the exciting life they craved or given to breeders to help continue their lines. But the pokemon that Afi kept with her was her oldest and dearest friend:

Orphys the Goodra.

Orphys was a tall and powerful specimen, mighty despite having not seriously battled in well over a year. He'd been Afi's primary battler back in her journeying days, and even now she still had a close bond with him. The thought of trading him away was unthinkable. He was content to lounge about the countryside villa where they lived; wandering through the nearby fields, chasing bug pokemon away from the gardens, that sort of thing. He helped out around the house, too, even if his species's penchant for slime sometimes made his assistance pyrrhic at best.

But he usually had a handle on that, which is why the day that he suddenly didn't, Afi grew worried.

She woke up early to a low bellow, a long and drawn-out sound of animalistic need. Recognizing the voice as Orphys, she wandered out in her pajamas to see him swaying in the dawn light. His body had kicked into overdrive, producing huge volumes of slime, an incredible amount. The liquid was pearlescent and viscous, running down him in rivulets, and was bright in color.

Afi knew what the problem was immediately: heat. Male Goodra went into heat about once a year or so, being consumed by the need to breed and producing slime that was said to have an aphrodisiac quality. It wasn't clockwork, however; Orphys's time had passed a few months ago and she'd chalked it up to him getting older. But it seemed his heat had only delayed and was all the stronger for it.

"Orphys?" she called out. Her pokemon glanced over his shoulder, his eyes vivid with such a tableau of vivid needful want that Afi felt bad for him.

Normally, it was considered prudent to avoid pokemon in heat unless you were a particularly knowledgeable breeder; this was especially true for pokemon whose mating cycle caused them to produce aphrodisiacs, like Goodra, the Salandit line, and most Bug- and Grass-type pokemon. There were whispered tales of well-meaning trainers who approached a desperate-looking pokemon, found their mind swimming, and 'woke' a few days later with their pokemon still passionately rutting them.

Afi knew this, of course, and had she not just woken up, she would have been more cautious. But as it was, she wandered over to Orphys to lay a comforting hand on his flank.

The moment her skin touched his electric blue slime, everything changed.

She felt the arousal spark in her fingertips and race through her body, making her cheek blush and her pussy slick. The effect was almost instantaneous. She hadn't been so suddenly, pointlessly horny since her teen years!

Blinking, trying to deal with the sudden wave of arousal, Afi stood there for a moment, feeling her skin prickle, her pussy get more and more worked up, her nipples harden. Orphys stared down at her. He would wait for her to make the next move.

Afi knew what was happening. Her Goodra's heat was affecting her. She had a choice--step away, maybe chase the feelings off with a cold shower, then contact a local breeder to help Orphys get his urges squared away. She could do that--but she chose not to.

Instead, she reached up to cradle his chin.

The dragon sank against her, murmuring, and as his slime-coated skin slipped against hers, she shuddered as the arousal built. Quivering, any reservations cast aside, Afi locked eyes with her oldest and dearest partner. Then, standing on her tiptoes, she reached up, cupped his chin in her hands, and pulled his mouth down to hers.

They made out passionately, the sluglike drake moaning into her mouth as his massive tongue probed her, rubbing against the roof of her mouth and tracing along her gums.

More of the electric-thrill slime trickled into her mouth, and the touch of it on her tongue almost sapped the strength from her knees. Desperate and horny, she gulped it down.

The effect was immediate. Arousal exploded through her entire being, chasing away any doubts, any reservations, any hint of anything that wasn't her body's desperate need to get fucked right then and there. She lost track of self, she lost track of time, and when her whirling mind finally calmed down, she could tell from the light that hours had passed.

She was lying on her back in the dirt, her pajamas ripped off; Orphys was pinning and fucking her without abandon.

He was huge, his cock massive even for his species, so big and so thick that Afi almost couldn't believe that she even managed to fit it inside of her. He grunted and thrust in again and she moaned as he pressed even deeper into her, his hugeness driving her wild. She was vaguely aware of a wet mixture pooling around her loins; a mix of her own fluids with Orphys's cum and slime. They'd clearly been going for a while, both of them cumming at least once.

More thought was driven from her mind as Orphys pushed in even farther, hilting inside of her. A raw moan ripped its way out of Afi's voice as she felt the tip of his cock press against the back of her womb. She was as stuffed as she could possibly be, so full it almost felt unreal; she reached up, wrapping her arms around his massive bulk, trying desperately to pull him close. On some level, she was aware of a lingering taste in her mouth: Orphys's slime. She'd gulped down more than just that first handful.

"Come on," Afi whispered, her voice ragged. Around them, the grass in the field outside her villa swayed in the breeze. It was tall, hiding them from view (though their nearest neighbors were a fair distance away) and keeping them clandestine. "Fuck me, Orphys, please."

Even amidst the heat-consumed look on her pokemon's face, Afi could see that he was still there, and he looked happy--happier than she'd ever seen him. Had he pined after her for years, but never acted on it? A star-crossed pokemon, looking wistfully at his trainer? Well, now was his big opportunity.

And he wasn't going to let it pass him by.

He started slamming into her with ferocity, going as fast as possible, his cock squeezing and spreading her as wide as she could conceivably go, snaking out and slamming back in. Afi's voice rose into a high staccato burst of intermittent gasps--"oh, fuck, I, aaaaaaaahngh"--until there were no words left to be said. She devolved into incoherence and Orphys matched her, the Goodra babbling nonsense in the way that pokemon did, his voice impressively deep and rumbling.

Arcing his hips over hers, gradually swinging back his trainer's legs so that her hips were raised off the ground and her legs draped over his bulk, Orphys slammed even lower, the position and gravity combining to help him slam even deeper. He surged all the way into her in one massive go, penetrating as deep as he could, and Afi arched her back, her voice rising high and sharp. The sound was cut off as Orphys leaned in, his mouth touching hers and probing as deep as he could with his tongue in concert with his cock plumbing her pussy.

A little over a minute after, and Orphys shuddered, gasping, and flooded his trainer with cum.

Afi moaned into the Goodra's mouth as she felt her womb fill. His cum was viscous, not unlike the slime which had started this whole mess; it easily filled her inner recesses and left her reeling from the sensation of fullness.

In the aftermath, the two of them held together, both panting. But then Afi felt Orphys's cock start to swell inside of her, and some of the vivid slime dripped down onto her skin, leaving her shuddering with sudden, intense bliss. Oh yes... they were far from done.

---

The two of them fucked again the next day, and the day after that. Orphys was absolutely consumed by heat, and the electric thrill of his slime--to say nothing of the sheer bliss of getting rutted by such a massive specimen--was more than enough to overcome any hesitations on Afi's end. To think she ever could have had reservations about this. To think that it had taken until her late thirties to actually try fucking her pokemon! And with Jo's absence there was nothing to stop the two of them from banging like Buneary day in, day out, again and again and again until Orphys's heat finally faded.

When his fire faded, so too did their lovemaking calm--but not abate entirely. Somehow, Afi had crossed the line from a woman who trained pokemon to a woman who fucked them. And the transition left her feeling amused, sometimes. And that would have been that.

Except that poor Afi didn't fully understand just how fertile male Goodra were during heat.

It wasn't entirely her fault. The Goodra line was rare, and mostly prized for battle; other behaviors, including their reproductive qualities, were poorly understood. It was far from common knowledge that a male Goodra in heat could not only impregnate pokemon outside of his egg group, he could impregnate almost anything with a womb, humans included. Very few people knew this.

But Afi found out soon enough.

It started oddly. Waking up feeling icky, a weird heavy feeling in her gut that didn't go away, a bloated sensation here and there. She assumed many things--she was staying up too late, she had an unhealthy diet, she was working herself too hard. The thought that she was pregnant never crossed her mind. After all, her only lover in more than a year had been Orphys, and everyone knew that Goodra and humans weren't compatible!

Right?

Even as her tummy slowly started to round, showing off, even then as she tugged down shirts whose hems no longer fit, Afi still thought that she was just putting on stress weight. And that feeling inside of her--like a heavy something, or somethings, knocking against each other--was probably just her body growing old.

It wasn't until she woke up groggy and slightly queasy one morning, rubbing the curve of her tummy that was just poking out underneath her pajama top, showing a tiny stripe of skin with a small dot of a navel; it wasn't until Orphys came over to her, leaning down and nuzzling her belly, happy and cooing, acting curiously obsessed with her tummy--not Afi herself, but her tummy, her rounding tummy, heavy with something unknown; it wasn't until she realized Orphys was acting exactly like an excited daddy-to-be that Afi's breath caught.

"No fucking way," she whispered.

She conjured up an excuse to go to the local mart that day and bought a pregnancy test as covertly as possible in the self-checkout line.

That evening she stared at the test, the blue line clearly reading positive, with incredulity. She stared down at her tummy again, rounding so softly that almost no one would have suspected. Orphys hugged her, babbling nonsense and acting as affectionate as ever.

She had gone from training pokemon to fucking them to bearing their children.

Well, fuck.

Her initial apprehensions quickly morphed into resolution. She had carried Jo with grace, and what little she knew of pokemon pregnancies suggested this would be far easier. It was--mostly, anyway.

She quickly realized that she was carrying multiples, and since pokemon eggs grew faster than human babies, Afi ballooned in size--and fast. Within a month she looked into her second trimester. Within two, she looked like a woman nearing the end of her third.

Impossibly, she kept growing for two more months.

Moving about the house quickly became a chore, with Afi grunting and groaning under the weight. Orphys followed her with a paternal worry, concerned for his mate and their offspring both. More than once, Afi had to shoo her pokemon away with a good-natured wave. "I'm not an invalid," she said. "I'll be fine."

She stopped going into town, having food and groceries delivered in order to stop prying neighbors from gossiping about her sudden state or her increasingly massive growth. She increasingly found herself lounging around for hours at a time, her breaths heavy, her womb absolutely packed with eggs, rubbing her taut belly with half-lidded eyes.

Orphys was always a tremendous help during these moments, taking it upon himself to clean the house (as best he could without sliming up the place, anyway) and comfort and fawn over his trainer.

A few weeks before Afi's projected due date, summer came--and with it, Jo's return.

Afi had not told her daughter of her condition, at first because she didn't know how to approach the conversation and then because she became increasingly embarrassed about not telling her. So on the day her daughter came home, Afi stood there in all her gravid glory and tried not to wince when her daughter walked into the house and stopped dead.

"Hi, Jo!" Afi said, a bit too energetically.

"Hi... mom..." Jo replied, staring unrepentantly at her mother's massiveness. Afi could see her daughter undergoing mental gymnastics--not only trying to figure out why her mother hadn't told her, but also trying to figure out the timeline. She had left not even six months ago, and her mother hadn't even been showing then... and now, she looked ready to pop with quadruplets.

As the awkward silence stretched on, Afi waddled over and gave her daughter a side-hug. "It's good to have you back!"

"Mmhmm..."

As the days wore on, they moved back into their normal mother/daughter relationship, bantering and joking and having fun together, but regardless of how casual Jo might have acted, Afi occasionally spied her staring at her huge tummy when the girl didn't think her mother was looking. Jo was cogent, too, of the newly affectionate way that Orphys was acting towards his trainer, the way he acted protective and fawned over her belly in particular.

She's a smart girl, Afi thought. She has to have figured it out. But if so, Jo said nothing.

Well, she'll speak when she has the mind to. Afi shook her head and turned back to rubbing her tight belly. Before long, a paw dripping slime met her skin. She tried not to moan as Orphys mirrored her rubbing, his touch confident, applying slight pressure against her belly's unyieldingness. She turned her gaze to him and he glanced back at her and before she even knew it, he bent down and his mouth touched hers. Her sensation of worry melted away as his tongue probed hers, swapping saliva and slime, one paw of his caressing her cheek, the other continuing to stroke her belly and the eggs within.

She was happy to be his mate.

---

And before long, birthing day had arrived.

The laying was relatively easy, but given the sheer amount of eggs that Afi had to lay, she ended up having to squeeze them out for a good long while. She had arranged for Jo to be out of the house when she felt the first contractions coming--then, releasing Ophrys, she slowly and ungainly wriggled out of her clothes. Cradling her massive, egg-laden belly with one arm and using the other to support herself on the wall, Afi made her way towards the bathroom with tottering steps. Halfway there, Orphys--who'd been following her with concern--let loose a basso rumble and swept her up easily in both arms.

With a gasp, Afi found herself reclining against her pokemon's massive bulk, leaning back against his comforting weight. She pouted, and he looked back impishly, all but screaming well, you looked like you needed the help, didn't you? and she rolled her eyes and laid a small kiss on his snout. Further flirting was chased off by a sudden tremor in her womb as another contraction hit, the hardest one yet, and by the time Orphys somehow managed to squeeze himself into the bathroom, she was blushing and panting from the strain, taking her bottom lip in her teeth as she fought the urge to groan.

Orphys touched her down with surprising gentleness into the bathtub, where Afi set her hands on the rim to brace herself as her breaths came hot and heavy. The dragon put a tender paw on her round belly, and she rolled her eyes up at him. "It's--hhnnnnnnnnnngh, oh fuck--" she muttered, her words broken off by another contraction. There was a small splash in the tub as her water broke. "It's your fault I'm like this."

If she'd expected her Goodra to look chastised or apologetic, she'd be disappointed. He met her with a raised eyebrow, and with a shake of her head, she busied herself to the birthing.

Afi hitched her heet high on the tub's rim, near the faucet, and exhaled heavily as she felt one of her eggs settle low inside of her. "Here we go," she muttered to herself. "Here we gfnnnnnghhhrahhhn..."

She devolved into uselessness as the egg pushed into her vaginal canal, the feeling sudden and heavy. For a moment, Afi's entire world seemed to rock and she was cogent of her voice escaping her as a high whine. Her vision blurred, but not enough to chase the sight of Orphys looking down at her with worry.

A contraction hit and she pushed alongside it, moaning as she felt the egg slip deeper into her, spreading her wide. The egg was big, easily about the size of a human baby and wider in circumference; but whether because of the thing's natural smoothness or the layer of slime that slightly coated it, it slipped along with ease. She pushed, and pushed, and before long there was a lavender-shelled egg, glistening with fluids and slightly coated in slime, crowning out of her. Orphys reached down and grasped it and then tugged it out, and Afi's pupils momentarily pinpricked at the sudden sense of emptiness.

But it didn't last too long. Another weight pressed down into her, making her moan as Orphys gingerly plucked up the egg, and she settled in for the long haul.

There were seven in total by the time all was said and done--seven eggs, all pink, all smooth, all waiting with baby Goomy nurtured inside.

As Orphys busied himself taking care of his offspring, Afi leaned back, only half-cogent, her body still occasionally wracking from the aftermath. After so long spent with the eggs inside of her, she almost felt empty.

Eventually, with Orphys's help, she managed to wrangle herself into a sitting position. Wearily switching on the tub, she let the water wash away all the fluids. Its warm caress invigorated her, and she motioned Orphys to bring her the eggs. She held them up against her chest lovingly, blooming with maternal pride. "We did alright, I would say," she murmured. Orphys slapped his tail on the floor in agreement.

Afi shot him a sidelong glance. "You're going to get slime everywhere, Orphys." But the chastisement was half-hearted at best. Glancing down, Afi knew that she didn't have the money to care for all the pokemon--but it wouldn't be hard for her to use her connections to adopt them out to responsible trainers. Goomy, which evolved into powerhouses, would be in healthy demand.

But I think I'll keep one, she thought as the eggs pressed against her. The first one. Give my daughter a pokemon of her own to look after. Yes, it seemed a good idea. Jo wasn't a moron--if she hadn't figured out the nature of her mother's pregnancy already, she certainly would when she got home and found her newly unpregnant mother cradling a stock of Goomy eggs. A trainer's bond with their first pokemon was always strong; how strong would it be if trainer and pokemon were also brother and sister?

They'll go far, Afi thought, pride at herself, at her pokemon, at the little ones in her arms all mixing together inside of her. They will. Orphys leaned over, holding her, and she leaned into the caress.

She wouldn't change this for the world.