Loyalty, Love, and Lust / Pokemon Fezandipiti x Human Trainer
Hazel's new Pokemon Fezandipiti is a lot to manage, and as Christmas time approaches she decides to give Fezandipiti a small kiss under the mistletoe. Fezandipiti responds in kind with his own style of affection; rough sex.
The 'Loyal' Three was a moniker that Hazel believed less and less with every passing day. Ever since she saved the wounded Fezandipiti, she's been stuck dealing with the demanding Pokemon. At first, he was nothing more than a quiet, hurt Pokemon that she recognized from her town's statues and was eager to save. Each day he recovered, the Pokemon grew more demanding, trying to be pampered like some spoiled rich brat, and Hazel feared she was becoming more and more like a maid. It had been a few months now, and Fezandipiti had become the largest piece of the puzzle that was her life, a demanding, needy drama queen. She didn't hate Fezandipiti, in fact quite the opposite- but he was quite the character to deal with every day. What's even more annoying is the damn scent . Ever since he got better, Fezandipiti has been marking her house up and down by rubbing against the walls and objects in it, making sure everything smells like his regal self, a sickeningly sweet perfume he seemed to naturally produce on account of the toxic chain.
Hazel sighed, looking out the window across the town. A thick turtleneck sweater kept her warm in these winter months, as well as a scarf whenever it got really cold- tonight would call for it if it kept snowing outside. Fezandipiti rested on his throne (Hazel's pillow), quietly preening himself like he always did, keeping up his immaculate feathers and appearance. An uneventful day trapped inside, the heavy snow keeping things at a standstill, Hazel glanced over at her pile of holiday decorations that have long awaited. The option fell in front of her; do nothing, or get up and decorate?
Her boredom too immense to keep it up, she got up and grabbed her decorations, applying the requisite holiday cheer all over her little home. Ornaments on the tree, a wreath on her front door, some simple little colored strands in the windows... And a little piece of mistletoe that she found at the bottom of the box. It's not like she has anyone to kiss, but she figured she may at least put it out just in case she got lucky one night. Hazel nailed it above the doorframe between the kitchen and her bedroom, catching the attention of His Royal Highness.
Fezandipiti quietly hopped off of their bed, soft claws clinking against the wood floor as he examined the new piece of home decor. A simple, curious coo escaped his beak, and he looked up at Hazel. She hopped off the chair she was on, and stood in front of the 4'0" tall Pokemon with a small smile.
"What, never seen mistletoe before? Here, lemme show you."
Hazel leaned down, planting a small kiss onto the tip of his purple beak.
"It's mistletoe; See, when two people-"
Fezandipiti pulled back in utter indignation, a look of disbelief to be suddenly kissed, let alone touched by his trainer was enough to set him off, starting to let out coos of annoyance. Hazel chuckled and brushed it off, standing back to full height and shaking her head with a smile, leaving the Pokemon to stew. Fezandipiti calmed down, watching his trainer with an intense gaze Hazel wouldn't have recognized. Analyzing her, inspecting her very being, gauging something about her. Now that all the decorations were up, Hazel figured she could probably get started on dinner. If anything, she's become a much better cook recently, Fezandipiti won't accept anything other than the best.
"Fezandipiti! Food's ready!"
She yelled out, picking up his plate and setting it on the dining room table. He came out of the doorway with uncharacteristic silence. Hazel raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment on it, taking a seat across from him. The two ate in complete silence; not that Fezandipiti was one to talk, but things felt too rigid for Hazel, like there was a tension in the air and she didn't know why. Did she offend Fezandipiti's honor without realizing it? Did the kiss earlier freak him out? She quirked her nose and kept eating, trying to figure out the best way to approach her tense beast. Dinner passed uneventfully, with Fezandipiti walking towards the door back to his bed. In front of the doorway, he paused, looking at the mistletoe. Hazel watched with curiosity, before he suddenly turned around and straightened up, shooting a glare at Hazel.
Hazel felt a shiver run up her back, frozen in place by a sudden rush of emotion she couldn't place. Fezandipiti kept glaring, releasing a held breath, before spreading his wings out with a sudden flash of purple. Hazel felt wind rush over her body, raising her hand briefly to cover her eyes- she felt humidity in the air, it was much denser than it was a moment ago, a pressure weighing down on her. When she looked back, Fezandipiti was still there, wings extended out and shaking them, a pink mist surrounding him. Confusion gripped her, and she stood, approaching Fezandipiti to confront him.
"Hey, Fezandipiti what's up? You're gonna make the entire house reek of your perfume-"
Lightheadedness slammed into her like a hammer, nearly making her trip. Did she get up too fast? Hazel grasped her head, getting even closer to her Pokemon, breathing heavily. Each breath was slow, inhaling that heavy mist. The miasma around them was clearly the same scent Fezandipiti liked to mark his territory with, but much more concentrated. It smelled like a sickeningly sweet berry, but with it so intense, she could also get a twinge of sweat- Made sense, he had to produce it somehow. She stopped in front of him, looking down.
"S-Stop that, it's making me dizzy-"
Closer now, she could see his sparkling feathers, glinting off the light, shining like diamonds. The feathers were clearly slick on the edges, but Hazel was struck by just how nice it began to smell. Her eyelids fluttered briefly, watching Fezandipiti's strangely perverse dance, all while her legs drew her ever closer. Fezandipiti was using Attract. She recognized the move from a battle they had in the past against a wild Pokemon on a walk. Hazel didn't even try to resist, the thought never even crossed her mind. When her eyes opened again, she was on her knees.
Hazel gulped, looking up at Fezandipiti, who folded his wings. His expression was firm, unlike the smug one he normally wore, Fezandipiti was resolved to do something. Hazel's heart was racing and she didn't know why, she knew something was about to happen but not what or why, only that she wanted it. Needed it. She pressed her thighs together, slowly grinding them against one another, finally noticing just how hot she was down there. Fezandipiti stepped forward, looming over her and pressing against her chest with his own. His feathers were so soft.
Fezandipiti's mouth opened, parting wide, his tongue rolling out of his mouth. Hazel stared, the world vanishing around her. The miasma had only grown thicker, preventing her escape- not physically, but Hazel felt chained to Fezandipiti somehow; she wasn't able to back away. The tongue hung above her face, Fezandipiti holding it in place only an inch away, waiting for Hazel. Her heart thrummed in her chest, each beat splitting her mind again and again. What was she doing? What was she supposed to do? Questions pounded in her brain, the answer feeling so obvious but so foreign. Her heart beat again, and Hazel opened her mouth.
A single purple drop, a cocktail of spit and poison, rolled down Fezandipiti's tongue and fell into Hazel's mouth. It splashed against her tongue, burning on impact and making Hazel wince. As soon as she tried to move, one of Fezandipiti's wings wrapped around her back and pulled her tightly against him, pushing her chin up against his soft chest. His feathers were soft, but she could feel trapped poisons inside, caught in his delicate plumage. It was dangerous to be this close, she knew. Her mouth never closed. A second drop of the vile concoction dripped into her mouth, this time tasting just like the miasma smelled, but with a bit more peach. She swallowed it dutifully, her womb starting to crackle with sudden sharp pleasures. Her thighs tightened against each other, and she let more of her tongue out, begging for another. Hazel caught Fezandipiti's eyes, and she noticed just how beautiful they were. She saw his intensity, and most of all, his lust.
A third drip of poison. This one tasted the best. She needed more, more of him, more of this poison; she knew it was corrupting her in a way she couldn't imagine, but that thought made her excited. When she swallowed it down, she felt a wet spot in her pants from her growing arousal. The miasma that surrounded her, this poison, she knew what it was; pheromones. Meant to draw her in and make her aroused, but she could never have possibly imagined the gnawing need that shackled her to Fezandipiti.
When her mouth opened back up for more, Fezandipiti smirked and leaned down to slide his tongue into her mouth. His tongue was just as heavenly, and his beak opened up to try and kiss her. Fezandipiti explored her mouth with no hesitation, pressing their tongues against each other as Hazel went limp against him, smiling happily. Her eyes were growing slightly hazy and unfocused, her entire being content with being used by her Pokemon.
Something poked against her chest. It caught her by surprise, her eyes finally refocusing after minutes of deep kissing. Her mind started to return, questions about what she's doing being pushed back down in exchange for ones wondering how best to help out her new lover. Fezandipiti pulled his beak away, remnants of poison edged saliva strings connecting their tongues. Hazel was left panting, staring up at him, the light catching his eyes. He was so pretty. She knew he was, he's always had such nice feathers, but for once she couldn't stop thinking about just how attractive he looked. Fezandipiti turned, starting to walk to the dimly lit bed behind him. Hazel felt the invisible leash tug, pulling her on her hands and knees along with him into the bedroom.
The lights in the room were off, with only the gray light from the snowy expanse outside peeking in through the cracked curtains. Hazel crawled up onto the bed, her eyes locked onto Fezandipiti's gorgeous tailfeathers. When he stopped, Hazel awkwardly froze, waiting for his next action. He turned, facing her, and once again flapping his wings out to spread more miasma around them. Hazel watched, trembling with desire on watching his provocative display, before he suddenly wrapped his wings around her head. The world went dark.
Her face pressed firmly into the slick feathers, forcing a gasp from Hazel- her sharp breath was met with the same addictive scent as before, but straight from the source. Fezandipiti felt her tongue pressing against his feathers, and that his 'trainer' was already at his command. Hazel haplessly lapped at his feathers, huffing his crotch desperately. Each inhale she felt her womb scream at her, but she couldn't pull her face away long enough to beg him to fuck her. She was, however, greeted with a compromise. Now that she was here, she felt the thing that once prodded against her stomach now on her cheek, and she immediately began to run her tongue over the wet tip.
Fezandipiti shuddered, a pleasurable tingle running up his spine as he thrust it forward, grinding it against her mouth and letting her coax it out. It was the first flavor that tasted as good, if not better than his poison saliva, and Hazel couldn't have even prayed for such a treat. The wings that pulled on her so tightly were doing more than keeping her face against his cock- they trapped that corroding mist with her, letting it build up and grow stronger. Hazel didn't notice that it was starting to make her whimper with need, she was too busy running her tongue up against the tip.
His cock came out slowly, teasing Hazel and forcing her to wait for the entire thing before he allowed her to properly take it in her mouth. At full length it was 8 inches, far larger than she would have thought for a bird smaller than her. Tapered tip that quickly widened into a fat and squishy base. She ran her tongue down the soft base, rubbing her cheekbone up against it while trying to make sure she got every inch of its built up sweaty taste down. Despite its softness on the outside, it was clearly completely erect and throbbing with pleasure. Fezandipiti made a trill dramatic bird coo, snickering at just how much his new pet loves his cock.
Fezandipiti did however feel a twinge of heat in his own chest, something he's noticed there for a while now whenever he looked upon his trainer- but this time it was stronger. He felt it tighten inside of him, and shook his head, trying to ignore it. For now, he unfurled the wings and looked down at her. Hazel looked back up, her eyes practically gleaming with hearts in them, hazy and completely obsessed. Her face was wet with precum and poison, and she was breathing heavily with her face buried into hs dick feathers. That feeling returned redoubled, and he blushed. It couldn't be, no; He couldn't actually have feelings for this annoying, loud mouthed- As the thought crossed his mind, she pulled her face back, and wrapped her arms up around his stomach, clutching his feathers tightly, and looking up at him.
" I need you in me. "
Finally free of the prison of poison she could speak for a brief moment, before pushing her face back into the toxic fluff. That tightness gripped him harder.
Fuck, was the only word that came to mind, as he shook all of his feathers and pushed his foot against her, slamming her down onto the bed. Hazel gasped loudly, grinding her still clothed legs together and smiling wide. His sharp, well manicured talons slashed elegantly, her clothes ruined. However, her body was finally on display. Pale skin due to a severe lack of sunlight, thicker hips than her tight pants would give off, and a moderate rack. Fezandipity drew his talons across her soft skin, dragging it over her breasts and neck. She quietly wrapped her hands in the bedding and tugged, trying to ground herself in the situation while he toyed with his prey, craning her neck while the claw pressed into it. Fezandipiti once again flapped his wings out, spreading that miasma around them, before lunging.
Despite his smaller stature, his strength as a Pokemon was much more than hers, and she felt it the moment his wings kept her shoulders truly pinned down. He was on top of her, pressing his light weight against her frame and immediately slapping his dick up against her entrance, and he felt the heat radiating off of it. He clearly had driven her mad with lust with just how wet she already was down here. He pushed the tip against it immediately, slick with saliva and pushed inside. Hazel felt her lower half light up with crackles of fireworks, long overdue pleasure taking her.
She committed it to memory, his cock. Her little overloaded brain made sure of it, as he pushed inside she made sure to remember every detail of its long, girthy mass. She loved the plushness around the thickest parts giving it a good amount to squeeze before its real erect part. It was so thick. Her fingers and toys were nothing compared to it, the heat and thickness being the two things that caught her the most. Another inch pushed into her. She wished time would slow down so that she could appreciate his entire length, but she was afforded no such luxury. Time was as brutally quick as it always has been, and while she tried to fathom what was already in her, Fezandipiti's hips slammed down, shattering her thoughts.
An ear piercing scream tore through the room, her hands moving down to grasp her lover's sides. Her thighs already felt like they were giving out on her, and as she moved her face forward to try and get a look at how much was in her, feathers wrapped over her shoulders and he pushed his beak against her mouth. Before the two of them shared a sinful, sensual exchange. This kiss was a feral decree of dominance over her. Fezandipiti's tongue slid into her open mouth and coated her tongue in yet more poison, feeding it to her. He wants her to get addicted to it, because he's already addicted to her. Their kiss wasn't enough to muffle Hazel when he pulled back for his second thrust, followed by the third.
The feathers muffled the slapping of their hips against each other, leaving the only noise being Hazel's rapturous moaning. Fezandipiti joined her, letting out grunts and coos and the occasional harsh squawks. The world melted away around them, the miasma having corroded everything but them. Their dynamics, Fezandipiti's brattiness, Hazel's playful disdain for it, all of it fell apart, leaving a pair of rutting beasts, claiming each other as their own. Fezandipiti's pace grew to as fast as he could manage to thrust into her, pulling on Hazel's tongue with her break and breathing his poisonous breath into her face. Haze kissed his face, swallowing every drop of venom and breathily demanding more. Their eyes locked again, Fezandipiti saw an opportunity.
It was Hazel's fault, afterall. That's what Fezandipiti believed. She was the one who performed such a lewd act on him first, all he was doing was establishing his dominance over his mate. Using Attract was a good start, and making her beg for his ambrosiac spit made sure she would be coming back for more. But in this moment, he had to truly dominate her. It's what she wanted, and he needed to. Fezandipiti curled his wings, and slammed hard down into her, burying the entire thing inside of her- it was time to Play Rough. Hazel threw her head back, gasping in shock from the solution of pain and pleasure. She already knew that her legs would barely work in the morning, and as tears ran down the side of her face, Hazel understood that their entire dynamic had reversed- he was the trainer now, and she the pet. This idea made her finally climax.
Hazel's back curled forward, and she resisted the wings to suddenly wrap her arms up around Fezandipiti's back and pull him into a tight embrace, crying out. Her pussy tightened, squeezing Fezandipiti's entire length and trying to get him to finish with her. The last semblance of dignity she had left her, and she now belonged wholly to her Pokemon. Fezandipiti didn't cum. He pressed back against her, a nasty plot forming inside of his head and let her ride her climax out. Every few moments he thrust forward again, elevating her sensitivity but never finishing himself. Hazel fell back, confusion clear on her face.
"W-Why did you slow down?"
Fezandipiti shook his head, the sides of his mouth curling up in the best approximation of a grin as he could. The edges of his beak shined when he licked it, opening his mouth up and keeping his tongue hanging out. He thrust again, but only once, sending a shiver through her. She was too sensitive at the moment, but the need was still there. That need that's been there ever since she first welcomed the miasma into her. She felt the ache inside of her womb, heat practically radiating off of it. Hazel needed him to cum inside.
"Please..."
She looked to the side as she spoke, avoiding his inviting gaze. Fezandipiti shook his head.
" Fezandipiti~ "
He repeated back, saying something that she didn't understand, but began to comprehend. The air hung quietly around them, the world waiting for her response. She was still breathing heavy and beyond horny, but she let out a louder question.
"W-What do you want me to do? Beg??"
The grin grew, and he thrust in again, another moan forced out of her. Her head fell back onto the bed, and her hand covered her mouth to try and muffle the noise. When she looked back at Fezandipiti, she saw the miasma swirling behind him, catching in the gray light from outside, making it twinkle. The effects of Attract earlier had already worn off, but the infatuation didn't. When their eyes met again, she felt so small. The world felt cold, but his gasp, his mist, and his body made her so warm. Her mouth hesitantly opened, but she caught the words in her throat, biting her lip.
Fezandipity snickered, moving his tongue forward and letting a drip of poison out that splashed just above where he had been fucking her, landing and splashing out. The purple fluid made her skin grow even more sensitive. His wing moved against it, pressing against where her womb is, before surprising her again with another thrust inside. She held the moan this time, barely, now that she was ready for it. The last barrier was laid out for Hazel; beg, and Fezandipiti will completely claim her. Unlike before, where the pair of them both were caught up in the heat of passion, this was a fully aware, fully conscious Hazel, albeit tired from the raw sex moments ago. She had to make the decision.
"..."
Fezandipiti leaned down, running his tongue between her breasts and pressing onto her womb again, sending sparks through her.
"P... Please f-fuck me."
Fezandipiti shook his head, and made a motion of raising his wing. Louder.
"P-Please fuck me!"
Once again, Fezandipiti shook his head. Louder. More. He wanted her to tell him everything.
"F-Fuck, god, dammit! Fuck me! I need it, I need your cum, please-"
Her words were all true, desperation and lust coating her sentence.
"-I can't, I, Fezandipiti, please, not just now, I'll do anything. I'll let you do it more, I'll let you fuck me whenever you want, cum inside, use me, just please, make me yours!!!"
He closed his eyes, listening to her admission with smug satisfaction that Hazel recognized. He leaned forward, licking up her neck, and pressing against the side of her face.
" Fezandipiti~ "
With pleasure.
His thrusting picked up again, leaving Hazel feeling like she did a good job. Her wrapped her arms back around him, fingers dug into feathers and burying her face into his neck, moaning wildly, now free of every shackle- other than the obvious leash made from poison and lust that entangled her life now. His oversized tool of dominance made her turn into a drooling mess of a whore that overshadowed everything she was up until today. Now, she was Fezandipiti's. Addled with a climax already Hazel lost herself in it, while Fezandipiti revealed in his newfound situation, fucking her hard enough to make the bed creak beneath them- he worried he's snap it, but that wasn't his problem if it did.
Fezandipiti grunted, clenching his beak and curling his neck around Hazel's head, biting her hair in the process as he started to feel his first climax coming, the drive to stuff his new bride overwhelming him. Strings of pre and femcum connected her labia and his feathers, the once muffled noise now a wet slap that reverberated through the room. Talons tore through the bed, passions flaring, Fezandipiti decided to surrender himself too- it was only fair, surrendering to Hazel's need. Fezandipiti came.
A molten rope of seed shot into her, the thick batter filling up her womb in a single burst. Hazel's heat turned into absolute bliss, the world going from non-existent to a dazzling white immediately, all of her wishes coming true. It felt right to let him cum inside, and when she tried to relax, she was pulled back by the second rope. Her stomach bulged out, the tip of the dick briefly trapping all of the cum inside, before it began to torrent back out. Another jet of cum filled her, so dense with seed that her lucky eggs drowned in them. Her brain finally gave out, and she was near passing out, but Fezandipiti kept fucking more cum inside. Her cock was so thick and spreading her so wide that cum barely managed to escape, streaming out in practically pressurized bursts every few seconds.
As a member of the Loyal Three, Fezandipiti was blessed with beauty, but something that
even Hazel wasn't aware that he was blessed with specifically fertility . His scent, his mouth watering rod, and especially his seed were meant to draw in mates and utterly consume them. The first rope had already guaranteed impregnation with multiple eggs, something Hazel wasn't prepared for. Another thrust, another load of ambrosia for her, and another gurgle of cum in her womb. Her knuckles hurt from so much clutching, and she lost feeling in her thighs, Hazel was utterly spent mentally and physically. Fezandipiti finally slowed, but didn't pull out, instead quietly thrusting back into her every 10 seconds, making sure to watch her reactions intently. He briefly considered starting to fuck her in earnest a second time, but decided against it, instead letting the last of his breed-hungry semen out. He rested his head against her chest, and the pair of them slowly closed their eyes.
Both of them passed out, Fezandipiti not expecting to have been as tired as he was, and they slept the rest of the day away. When they woke up, Fezandipiti first, he was on top of Hazel, wings wrapped possessively around her. It took a moment for his tired mind to return, and once the events came back, he quietly watched. Watching her chest rise up and down, he could hear her breathing. It was the first time he felt this way about some human, and despite that, he didn't hate it. He could get used to this... Need for companionship from her. Fezandipiti kept staring at his lover until she awoke, groaning.
"O-Ow..."
She tried to move, but Fezandipiti tightened his grasp around her chest.
"...Oh."
Hazel's face flustered, the thing she had been hoping to have was the best wet dream of her life all becoming reality in an instant.
"I-I, uh..."
She sighed in defeat, looking into his eyes. A smile appeared in the dim moonlight, and she pulled him in for a kiss. She had surrendered, afterall. There was nothing left for her to hide behind- she could try with shame, but she knew denying it would only give Fezandipiti more to use against her later. Instead, she lazily kissed him in the moonlight.
The day was awkward for the pair, but the mood changed quickly, the pair unable to keep themselves away from each other. Fezandipiti's mood had gone from bratty to royalty, treating Hazel like a Queen. A queen who belonged to him, but still a queen. Sex, preening, kissing, and more domination, Hazel had become Fezandipiti's toy, his pet, his .
The day after, Hazel questioned why her stomach was bigger in the mirror, gently feeling it up. When Fezandipiti came forward, pressing his head against the side of it, realization struck her, she reacted with the deepest blush she's ever had, as well as growing aroused from the thought of it. This wasn't going to be the only egg they had, she thought. The way Fezandipiti was acting told her this. Hazel bit her lip, looking down at the Pokemon, and back at her reflection. A shaky smile crept across her face, as the idea of getting impregnated made Hazel horny once again.