Samurutting
A quick story about a guy and some Samurott. It's not that great, and I see a few major problems with it (which I'll try to address in future stories). But whatever. It was enjoyable to write.
Don't expect much, but hopefully you enjoy it too, despite the flaws.
Alex surveyed the beach through the slots in his visor. He clenched his hands in their thick gauntlets. Bending down, he made sure that his greaves were still tight. Everything was in place. He jumped down to the sand from the rocky cliff, sinking down a few inches. The Pokemon on the beach still weren't paying him heed, but that would change as he got closer.
The walk was fairly short, but exhausting. Alex had trained to wear the armor, but even so, each step his feet sunk into the sand from its weight, and the weight of his pack. He was close now, and the Samurott began clearing a bit of an area, not quite sure what to make of him.
He stopped to gather his breath a bit, then walked in a circle, dragging his foot to create a curve around a small area. Done with that, he sat down, using his oversized pack as a chair of sorts. He knew he was going to have to be here for a while, and looking nonchalant suited his purposes.
Soon enough, the Samurott stopped staring at him, figuring he was, if nothing else, at least not an immediate threat. A fight broke out further down the beach, and a younger male - perhaps even newly evolved - was driven off by an older, larger male. The chaotic barking of the Pokemon filled the air, and the shoreline was crowded with young males looking for an opportunity to steal a territory.
It was one of these that first tried to enter Alex's circle. Alex stood up, braced himself, and then threw himself at the challenger with his shoulder. The Samurott looked shocked for a moment, but quickly got over it, and gave a lunge of his own. The sound of shell scraping on metal caused a few of the onlooking Pokemon to flinch. Alex grabbed his opponent by his thick shoulders, and pushed him back, and gave him a punch for good measure. The young male yelped and retreated, though he'd probably gotten no worse than a few bruises, and a few bites from other males as he worked his way back towards the shore.
The fight actually calmed the other Pokemon down, however. A male defending his territory was something they understood, even if it was an odd, armored, human male. One of Samurott around his circle cautiously started to move back in (the outskirts of his territory rather crowded since they'd made room for him). Alex gave a sharp glance at the intruding Pokemon, but, it was a female, so he let her in. Reassured, two other females entered the circle, and laid out on the sand.
Alex felt his pulse quicken a bit, but he knew it was too soon to try anything. No Samurott wanted a male that hadn't proved himself. Alex spent the rest of the day lounging around, occasionally pulling some food from his pack, and occasionally staring down males eyeing his territory.
It was the next day before there was a serious challenge to his claim. This time and older, battlescarred male. It gave Alex a look that plainly said "I've put up with you here for long enough". He wondered if it was the same male that this patch of beach had originally belonged to.
Alex fended off the first tackle, and kicked out in retaliation. The Samurott reared back, causing the swing to miss, but also giving Alex enough time to regain his footing. The second pass was more serious, and Alex picked himself off the ground. He knew he'd gotten a hit in too though - he has felt his fist connect with something - but he wasn't sure where. A few more attacks, and both fighters were panting with exertion. Alex knew he wouldn't stand a chance in a fair fight, but here on the beach, crowded in by others of their kind, a Samurott wouldn't use any attack that would cause too much collateral if it missed - which was most of their moves.
A few minutes, and many attacks later, the older male limped away. Alex did his best to keep from collapsing. He didn't need another male to sense weakness and come in for an easy victory. He looked over the small patch of sand he'd defended. Another two females had moved to his territory. He smiled, despite his exhaustion.
A few more days, and finally, the challenges ceased. He hadn't expected so much opposition. He'd observed the Samurott for years before making his move, and had never seen a male so thoroughly tested. But, finally, it seemed it was time. One of the females he'd so viciously defended lay on her side, an inviting look in her eyes. He lay down against her, and stripped down. It felt terribly sudden, in a way, but then, when he considered the days leading up to this moment, it wasn't, really.
He was ready, and she was wet, so he slipped inside. Her body temperature was higher than his, and he became aware of the heat that radiated off of her. He began pushing himself back and forth, slipping in and out of her folds. He brought his hand down, as well, and found her clitoris - it was pretty easy, as it was right at her entrance, and he'd felt it pressing against his member as he'd entered.
He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, for a bit, but soon stopped - its angle caused it to rub against his member anyway, and, besides... There was a newcomer. One of the other females, feeling impatient, had laid down next to him. He turned his head and found himself staring at her face, feeling as her hot breath washed over his face. On an impulse, he reached up to her face and brought it towards his, kissing her deeply. She seemed startled for a moment, but then began kissing back, pushing her thick tongue into his mouth. Alex realized he'd paused in his thrusting, and started back up.
He felt that the second Samurott had brought her lower body towards him, and she began to rub herself against his legs. The idea that she was pleasing herself on him was wonderful, and somehow made him aware that his first mate was pressing forward towards him as well, the increased motion causing her inner folds to slide against his length.
Still a third Samurott tried to join in, though the bodies of the others kept her from getting too close. She barked a bit until his arm came free and reached underneath her, and his index and middle finger began pressing up into her body, rubbing her clit. It would have been hard to keep track of, had not the three been doing most of the work for him. The one now nearly underneath him rocking her hips back and forth, the one still kissing him furiously, such that he had to at times pull back, gasping for air, before she found his mouth again, and the one rubbing herself off on his fingers.
Almost without warning, the first of these climaxed, gripping Alex and forcing him deep into her, and clenching down against him, her folds milking him, before she pulled back and rolled away, moaning with pleasure. Alex's member twitched once in the cold air, but the third female had seen her opportunity. Pulling herself off his fingers, she moved to his groin, and promptly slid upon him. She was, if anything, warmer, and wetter, the added lubricant letting him speed up his thrusts.
She managed to roll Alex over, so she was on top of him, and bounced herself up and down. The second female, feeling cheated, reared up and gripped her rival, abandoning Alex's mouth for a time. She growled angrily, but then stopped - her new position had put her crotch at Alex's face, and he pressed his tongue into her slit with as much fervor as she had been pressing her tongue into his mouth.
The weight of the Pokemon kept Alex from moving much, but they took care of the movement for him. The two Samurott held each other for balance, as they bounced up and down, one rubbing herself along Alex's length, while the other pressed herself onto his tongue, as it flicked across her clit.
The attentions of the two were too much for him, and he felt himself climax. He pressed his tongue deeply into the Samurott above him, savoring her slightly salty flavor, as he sprayed cum into the one on his member. A brief moment later, and they too, climaxed, and fell forward a bit, still clutching each other for support.
A bit of cleanup later, and Alex was back to defending his territory. The other Samurott he was guarding seemed disappointed, but were at least willing to wait their turn. And then, a few wonderful weeks later, they were gone. Alex stood in the sand, waves crashing on the shore just a few feet in front of him, watching the last of the Samurott swimming away.
He had brought Pokeballs with him - but he never intended to capture any of them. It seemed... Wrong. And so he had steeled himself for their departure.
They, however, had had different plans. Two of them had ripped open his pack the day before, and forced a pair of Pokeballs into his hands. He stared at the Pokeballs now. And, things seemed... Right.