Isodor Plateau
A female trainer gets lost in the wilderness on the way to the next gym, and is attacked by a gang of wild Pokémon...
Foreword:
Hi guys... I've been lurking for a long, long time, but recently a friend asked me to make her an erotic story and since I like how it turned out, I thought I'd share it with you. It's a story about a Pokemon trainer getting lost in the wilderness, and things don't end well for her - or they do, depending on what you're into ;P
I'd love to hear some feedback on this, so thank you very much if you leave a comment! Now without further ado, on with the story...
As the sun began to set over the Isodor Plateau, Lacey began to feel like she may have taken a wrong turn. Flipping up the dusty lid of her pokégear, she tried to compare the topographical map to the barren red wasteland that stretched out before her.
"Hmm. It was supposed to be just over that last ridge..." she mused, drawing a fingertip across the slightly faded screen. On the gear, a tiny dot blinked to represent Diaretti Town, home of several mining communities and the Fighting/Rock type gym that she'd been on her way to beat. Diaretti was on the northeast ridge of the Isodor Plateau, which stretched roughly 100 miles in each direction and was shaped roughly like a fat oval. She'd come from the south tip of the plateau - Twinleaf Village and the Ancient Forest gym, stocking up on provisions before climbing the moderately high mountain that marked the beginning of the endless red desert and the trek northward to Diaretti.
Peering around, Lacey saw nothing but large outcroppings of rock and slowly advancing shadow, made even more red by the setting sun. Two things were imminently clear: firstly, that her compass was busted and would be no good to her any longer and secondly that she'd have to spend yet another night out in the dust and wind and cold of Isodor Plateau.
"On the plus side, I brought lots of rations," she muttered to herself as she pulled the wide brim of her hat down further over her eyes and began to stalk towards the nearest rock wall. As the night winds advanced, having the shelter of an arroyo or a small cliff or two wouldn't hurt, plus it would keep the fire lasting longer... provided she could find fuel for it. Fortunately, she managed just fine, collecting branches from several scrawny plants that had somehow sprung up in the rocky ground before finally giving up life a few short weeks later. "Well you've done a fine job for me anyway!" she told them in a conciliatory voice as she stacked the sticks in the now-familiar fire-pit fashion. "Right. Come out, Chickpea!"
The Torchic blinked in the evening light, and sneezed as the red dust tickled his sensitive nostrils. As her partner and first Pokémon, Chickpea was prone to spending long periods of time outside of his pokéball with her, but the desert on the plateau had proved too irritating to him to keep him out for long. Once he'd completed his task at lighting the fire, she'd return him to rest in her ball pouch, along with her other Pokémon. The tiny bird huffed at his current situation and peeped out a tiny lick of flame to set her kindling alight. With the fire now crackling and his job done, he hopped onto her knee for a quick petting and feeding and then retreated gratefully to his ball.
The light faded quickly as Lacey completed the other tasks required to set up the camp. Her camp-site was inside one of the narrow arroyos that ran through the plateau, a ditch roughly 15 feet deep and 18 feet wide. The wind still whistled down into the depression a little, but it was greatly reduced and her small tent and lean-to provided adequate cover from the dust and other things that blew around in the wilderness. It was certainly better than the location that she'd slept in two nights ago - a freezing cold section of the plateau that seemed to consist of nothing but rocks and flat land. Remembering that night caused her to shiver, and she stoked the fire up for a little more warmth.
Lacey shook her compass and sighed in annoyance. Dust had somehow gotten inside of it, which explained why the needle no longer turned and instead had remained pointing at some false north. She'd have to find her bearings tomorrow and hope that the Pokégear map would assist in the location of important land marks. That decided, she stood, brushing the fine layer of dust that had collected on her lap away, and retreated to the tent, kicking off her boots at the entrance.
The inside of her temporary abode was fairly cosy - she couldn't quite stand to her full height in it, but it was tall enough to allow her to set up a mirror and a small bathing station. This once again was a job for her Pokemon, so she retrieved the Pokéballs of Chickpea and Desmond - her Seel. As they were used to doing now, Desmond filled her bathing container with his Water Gun and Chickpea began to gently heat it. The smell of dissolving bath salts encouraged her as Lacey stripped off her dusty shirt, hat, and pants and heaped them in a corner of the tent. She paused to admire herself in the mirror then, observing the red streaks across her body where the dust had met and stuck to exposed flesh, and the smooth white skin where her clothes had protected her. Chickpea chirped indignantly, interrupting her reverie to let her know that he and Desmond were finished. She returned them both to the ball pouch and placed it over with her other gear. It didn't take her long to shed the rest of her sweaty underclothes and immerse herself in the tiny fold-up bathtub.
The bath was bliss after her long hike through the dirt. Gentle scents wafted up from the water where her bath crystals had dissolved, and the warmth spread through her like spring melting the winter snow, erasing all of the chills and aches that she hadn't even realized she'd felt. Softly, she massaged her skin, working out the dirt and the knots in her muscles before closing her eyes and leaning back to just enjoy the bath water. It was a little cramped in that tiny tub, but after her day of trials it may as well have been a luxury spa.
It was dark. This was the thought that spun through Lacey's mind sluggish as she awakened. Awakened? She blinked twice as she slowly re-oriented herself and realized she'd fallen asleep. The water was still faintly warm but there was no light left anywhere, indicating to her that night had truly fallen while she had slept. How long had she been out anyway, an hour? Yawning, Lacey crawled out of the tub and grabbed her towel, vigorously drying off so as to reduce the bite that the night chill had now placed in the air. Faintly, she could see the light from her Pokégear over at the other side of the tent, and in that light she bound her hair back in the towel and carefully crawled forward towards her bag and the rest of her clothes.
She'd just unzipped her bag when she heard a twig snap outside. She froze. Was it a person? A wild Pokémon? A bogeyman? She almost laughed, catching herself thinking of ghost stories at her age. "I'm not a child anymore..." she reminded herself and slid over her bedding towards the tent flap. Cautiously, she peered outside.
Something scrawny and sickly-looking was snuffling around the embers of her campfire. In the dim light of the coals, it took her a minute to realize that it was a Houndour. She let out a sigh of relief, seeing the tiny thing digging for scraps and realizing that it posed no threat. Grabbing a pair of panties from her bag and wrapping her bathrobe around her, she slipped outside of the tent's entrance.
The creature whipped around and bared its fangs at her, growling angrily. "It's ok, little guy, I won't hurt you!" she said quietly, holding up her palms so it could see that she was unarmed. "If you're looking for food, I think I can spare a little." The creature remained cautious, but neither retreated nor advanced on her as she began to rummage in her large pack. Eventually, she produced a small wrapped Pokémon treat, and unwrapped it offering it to him. The Houndour sniffed at the object, but didn't move, seemingly afraid of the tent that she was next to. Glancing back at her tent, Lacey moved slowly forward, treat held out to the Pokémon, until she was right in front of the Houndour. It looked like a runt, kicked out of the pack for being too small and skinny and left to fend for itself. The tiny creature had a nick in its ear as if something had bitten a chunk out of it and she felt sorry for the poor thing. She crouched down and held out the treat again. "Aw, come here little guy. I'll look after you!"
That was when the Houndour's ears suddenly flattened against its skull, and it took off running up the side of the arroyo, yipping the whole time. Lacey blinked and stood up, wondering what she'd done to give the thing such a fright. She turned to retreat back into her tent and gasped. Bogeymen!
"No, not Bogeymen..." her rational mind said to her when it finally managed to catch up to her panicking thoughts, "Just red eyes belonging to a whole bunch of really mean-looking Pokémon." Heart pounding, Lacey tried to crouch again and move slowly, but the red eyes ringing the back end of the arroyo followed her every move. As they stepped closer into the campfire light, the darkness seemed to melt into solid shapes. Stark white bone met midnight-black flesh as the four-legged creatures strode into her field of vision. With a shock she realized that the shapes were Houndoom - a whole pack of them. "Oh Arceus," she breathed, "This will not end well!"
Her mind raced. "Get to the tent. Get to the Pokéballs. Don't let them see you panic, they'll attack." She took a cautious step forward and was rewarded with a threatening growl. "Oh Arceus, they're so close..." she whispered to herself, seeing the sleek black creatures pad around either side of her lean-to. If she didn't move fast, they would soon have her surrounded... and then probably eat her. She lifted her leg to take a step when she heard a sudden loud growl behind her - one of them stood over the campfire, not three feet from her, teeth bared and head down. She ran.
At the same time, the Houndoom behind her lunged forward. She stumbled, running in blind terror now, and then found herself jerked back as if by an unseen hand! Twisting her head around, she saw the hem of her bathrobe caught in the Houndoom's teeth. It roared and worried her robe, shaking her around for a moment as the others closed in. The shaking of the creature caused her bathrobe's belt to loosen, spilling her breasts out into the night air but also lessening its hold on her arms. She pulled free, now naked aside from her panties, and dove for the tent entrance. "I made it!" she thought, giddily, before raising her head to stare at the biggest Houndoom yet, its glowing red eyes menacing as it dropped the pack it had been ransacking in her tent and bared its teeth at her.
She backed up and out of the tent, now completely out of hope about getting her Pokéballs, and instead desperately focusing on how to survive the night. She shivered, sitting back on her rump as the Houndoom pack closed a tight circle around her with the enormous one slowly advancing.
It let out a deep low, rumble, and the others backed off a little as it stalked up to her. "N-nice Houndoom...", she stammered, leaning back but not daring to raise her hands lest it take that as a threatening gesture, "Please don't eat me!" The creature snorted, as if it could understand her, and then thrust its snout forward until it was just a few inches from her face. She closed her eyes, flinching from the bite that was yet to come, but instead felt a strange warm sensation on her neck. She blinked them open. The large Houndoom, who from this close she could tell was practically covered in battle scars, appeared to be licking her neck. She tilted her head, confused. "What are you-" began Lacey, but cut it off with a squeak as it turned its muzzle downward and suddenly began to lap at her nipple with its tongue. "W-wait! Stop! That t-tickles!" she protested, still too scared to move but also a little scared of the tingling that it caused in her loins. Doing something like this with a Pokémon was filthy and unthinkable, and she felt like a deviant for even letting it do this much. "Stop!" she said more firmly and pushed its snout away. Bad move.
The creature growled and leapt forward, pushing her back onto the dirt roughly and pinning her forearms down with its powerful legs. She felt her breasts bounce from the landing and noticed that the other Houndoom watched them, almost approvingly. Her nipples were hard, chilled from the night air brushing over the saliva the creature had left on her. Even the breeze felt like a caress now! A slow panic churned her insides into a butterfly cage. Still growling threateningly, the creature lowered itself down onto her chest and set its head between her breasts to stare at her. He was huge, his weight pressing her into the dirt and making breathing difficult. It stared at her as if waiting for something to happen, and she'd just started to wonder what that something was before she felt a tug at her waist.
Looking down, she could see the flanks of two more Houndoom, one on either side of her. They had her panties gripped in their teeth and were pulling, slowly sliding them down her body. "Nuh.. no!" she wheezed, struggling futilely against the weight of the massive scarred beast. Despite her writhing, or perhaps with help from her writhing, her panties slowly slid their way off of her body. She felt the cold air bite as her pussy was slowly exposed, and a warm snout invade its way between her legs the moment that her underwear was free from her body. She gasped and arched, but could not escape as a rough tongue began to slowly lap at her folds, teasing her body into reacting even as she fought to be free.
Her breath was coming in short gasps now, partially from exertion and partially from the heat that began to spread between her legs. She was getting turned on by this! Her stomach clenched sickeningly as she huffed, and the leader Houndoom seemed to notice the change in her body. It stood up and moved off, allowing her to break free of the prying tongue's grasp before it could find its way inside of her. She curled up, trying to protect her body from their inquisitive probing, but received a sharp nip on the shoulder. She squealed and looked up . The Houndoom lifted its head from her to the direction of his two assistants that had stripped her earlier. They'd turned their sides to her, and she could see their large, fully erect cocks dangling between their legs, waiting. "Oh Arceus help me..." she breathed, "They want me to mate with them!"
Lacey knew she had two choices. She could refuse, and be overpowered and probably eaten, or she could accept their demands and mate with them. But deep inside she recoiled at the thought, and desperately searched for another way out. "Ah. That might work." Carefully, without making any quick movements, she got up and crawled towards the two Houndoom. Scar, as she seemed to think of him now, sat patiently watching her. Upon reaching the underlings, she cautiously leaned forward and grasped both of their shafts with her hands, sliding them up and down slowly at first and then gradually getting faster.
The two Houndoom whined and stood still, enjoying her ministrations even as her stomach turned at the thought of pleasuring these wild beasts. She dared not let her mind wonder whether the slickness between her thighs was from the creatures' slobber or from her own body... Soon, she picked up the pace, stroking the Houndoom's cocks faster and faster, and feeling the shudders of their bodies as the pleasure increased for them. She leaned forward, really working her arms and trying to imagine that she was back at home with her boyfriend, stroking his length instead of that of two animals. If the Houndoom would stop huffing like dogs, she could almost picture that she was with him...
Suddenly, they both came, almost in unison, the thick white liquid spurting out of their members and all over her hands and the dusty ground. She quickly released them, wiping her hands in the dirt and trying to cleanse their seed off of her. She felt sick at what she'd just done, but also relief... just keep doing this and she'd soon be free! Then she felt the paws around her waist. Time seemed to slow down for Lacey as she turned her head to gaze directly into the eyes of Scar. They seemed to glint maliciously, as though he could understand her thoughts and knew just what she had been trying to avoid. She swallowed, her gaze sliding down her back as far as it would go, and though she couldn't see his massive cock from where she was, she knew where it would be positioned.
"Noooo-OH!" she cried, just as the massive creature thrust forward, spearing her on his length. She was no virgin, but his massive "man"hood stretched her in a way no man had ever done, and her eyes welled at the thought of being the bitch of some wild animal. She tried to choke out another sound, but he thrust forward again hard, hitting her cervix and temporarily knocking the breath out of her lungs. She turned her head to the side, and could see their shadows reflected off of the rocky ground thanks to the campfire coals. There was she, face down and rump up, like some kind of offering to the looming shadow that danced above and behind of hers, her breasts swaying rhythmically as he pumped her stretched pussy hard. She grabbed a fistful of dirt, trying to choke back the tears as he slammed into her again, the slight pain of it ringing with a significant buzz of pleasure too. This time she did not hold back her tears, as she felt her body begin to welcome and accept him, pussy slick with juices and squeezing him tight, betraying her to the creature that was claiming her as his own.
Now that her body was more receptive, Scar picked up his pace, pushing against her faster and deeper, holding her down in the dirt and growling possessively as he hilted himself inside of her. Lacey's back was wet with sweat now, her breath coming in gasps and moans as her body began to shake and arch into his advances regardless of her will. Some of the other Houndoom crawled in on their bellies, genuflecting to their leader as they advanced on Lacey's bouncing nipples, covering them once again with their rough tongues. She couldn't hold back her moans now, her body was beginning to feel like it was charged with lightning and that it would explode out of her in an instant if she didn't keep it under control. She desperately tried to get her mind together, but logic no longer mattered to it anymore. She clenched her fists, screwed her eyes shut and tried to shut out all feeling in her body, but she couldn't. That was about the moment that his knot slipped inside of her.
If she had felt full before, now Lacey was fit to burst. The massive Pokémon's member felt like a cannon inside of her, and when it went off it felt just as violent as a cannon would be. The Pokémon's semen wasn't like a man's at all - it was hotter and tingled like static electricity, filling her with a wonderful sensation to match the dread she felt at being inseminated. At that moment, her mind seemed to entirely desert her, and the tingling swarmed throughout her body like a storm - a storm she could no longer contain. "AAAAH HOLY FUCK AAAAAAAA" she screamed as her nerves all lit up at once, lifting her on a wave of pleasure so immense she could barely breathe. It took almost a full minute for her orgasm to cease, leaving her trembling and unable to move a single muscle, mind completely devoid of anything other than pleasure and the feeling of Scar's cum oozing out of her.
It wasn't until another full minute had passed that Lacey was able to retrieve enough of her mind to recall that she'd just been raped by a wild Pokémon and had received the best orgasm of her life from it. She was too tired to cry now though, too full of semen to move, and too drained to try and pry the Houndoom's still-massive cock from inside of her body. Fortunately for her, he slowly slid out on his own, with a slick pop and a warm, tingling gush of spooge that nearly sent her over the edge again. Scar sniffed at her pussy, whuffed once, and slowly padded off into the night, leaving her alone. "It's... it's over..." Lacey gasped to herself, already trying to banish the memory from her mind even as his semen dripped from her folds. "Just forget it and it can all be a bad dream..." Then the cold hard reality of a nose intruded on the confines of her fantasy, and she raised her head to look back down at her rump. Half a dozen more Houndoom still remained, and as the second one began to mount her, she realized it was going to be a very, very long night to come...