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[b][u][center]An Experiment in Breeding

Chapter 5: The Champion’s Slam

For Limemas

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Carly didn’t know what to think as she languished in her cell again. For once, she was almost thankful for her heat, as it meant that the chill from rutting with a Ninetales had something to fight it off, but the feeling of being so needy never entirely faded. She didn’t like that part, but there was no way for her to fight it, no way to get around it. She could only try and outlast it until she was brought out to fuck another Pokémon.

The Totodile didn’t know what she was going to be brought to fuck next, but she knew that it was going to be one more egg that was sliding down her pussy by the end of the day.

Curled up again, she fought the urge to spread her legs and show off for the cameras once more. She could feel the instincts to slut about, to be a good little whore for the humans and their other Pokémon. It was getting drilled into her with each passing session that she was nothing more than a way to get the eggs carried to term, that she was just there to be fucked, and it was getting harder and harder for her to throw that idea out of her mind.

After all, she had been given nothing but fucking as a way to pass the time, and there was no kindness that did not come from the results of being fucked, of being treated for wounds or poison afterward. She could feel the eagerness in her pussy, the heat deep in her womb that begged her to get back to work, to throw herself at another male so that she could feel some kindly touches.

But more than that, she just wanted to feel the joy of being bred again. She wanted to cum, to cum and cum, and cum again, to feel her brains oozing out of her pussy at the end of the day as she was used so hard that she couldn’t think of any of the bad stuff.

Her body was affecting her mind, and before she knew it, she had her hand down between her legs again.

Carly gasped as her finger slipped into her pussy again, rubbing against her clit before sliding into her slick passage. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her mouth hung open as she gasped for more.

“Mmmph…”

She shivered, rolling her hips forward to meet her claws, feeling her mouth hang open more and more, her tongue sliding between her teeth as it lolled out the side of her mouth.

“Ah…ah…”

Humping her fingers, she looked around at the various lenses that dotted the walls of her room. There had to be at least a few scientists watching her, right? There had to be a few that were getting off on seeing her this desperate, this horny, this needy?

What if they were watching her and considering throwing her against the wall and using her themselves?

Oh, god, she hadn’t even thought of that. The idea of a human using her was somehow far more wrong than a Pokémon doing it, despite…despite…

She didn’t even know why it would be ‘despite’ anymore. Being a Totodile right now, she needed to be fucked by something. Even if it was a human, even if it wasn’t able to breed her, maybe that big cock would be enough to get some of the need knocked out of her system. Maybe it could cum deep enough in her body to get rid of some of the fire that burned in her core.

She groaned, rolling onto her belly, thrusting her ass up in the air and curling her tail over her back. There was a camera right behind her, one that was pointed right at her pussy from this angle. She deliberately swayed her hips back and forth, her stubby fingers grinding against her nether lips, showing off just how wet she was. It was running in streams from her, dripping over her fingers and down to the floor.

[i]Fuck me,[/i] her body was saying. [i]Fuck me, anyone. Anyone with a dick, just FUCK ME![/i]

And for all of her dignity, Carly wanted to feel it happen. She knew that it was a result of the heat, knew that it wasn’t entirely her, but she barely cared anymore. What she wanted was dick, cum, thrusting sex, and she would willingly beg for it at this point.

The door finally opened, and one of the humans walked in. She immediately got to her feet, slipping a bit in her juices, and bobbed her head at the black-haired man in a lab coat.

“Alright, looks like you’re ready for the next one. Hope you’re ready for a hard one.”

“Mmmph…”

She moaned, holding up her little hand to be led. The scientist shook his head, gesturing for her to follow him instead.

It was weird, being led through a facility without being in a pokéball. She knew that there was no way for her to get away from her captors, no way for her to find a way out without getting caught and hurt more. Yet, she felt like she should have been trying, looking for some weakness in the security systems, seeing what she could do to make the security teams and the scientists feel sorry for her and make them let her go.

Yet, all she wanted was to keep doing what they said. They were kinder when she did what she was told, and it felt better to just go along with it most of the time.

They walked through cold hallways to the next chamber, and she somehow knew that this one was going to do something to break her further. She still blushed a bit as she walked through the hallways, still blushed as she felt her juices running down her legs. Somehow, she felt like they wanted to break her of that, and this one was going to be the start.

The door opened to the next chamber, and she was nudged through it. Carly looked around, taking in the room, hoping for some sign of what they were going to be doing.

On the walls, plentiful soft pads had been introduced, each metal part of the wall covered with something like what you’d see in a gym, padding that would reduce the force of impact when something hit it. She looked around, finding only one thing that wasn’t padded, and that was a window on the far side.

It was the first time that there’d been a window there, the first time where someone else could obviously look in and observe the proceedings.

[i]Oh fuck…what if they…what if I…[/i]

She knew that they had been watching the other sessions that she’d gone through. They’d all commented about it, talked about it while she had been in the infirmary, recovering, but that was different to having them visible as an audience right from the start. What if they were making comments throughout the whole thing? What if they were wanting to do something to her while she was being rutted?

What if she liked it more?

Carly was so lost in her thoughts that she barely heard the soft ting of the pokéball being opened and the Pokémon inside being released. The Water-type turned around, her eyes going wide as she saw the feathery form of her latest partner.

It was a Hawlucha, a hawk-like Pokémon with green and white fathers, and it seemed to have a pattern around its head like a luchador mask. It stood slightly taller than her, perhaps six to eight inches, and it used every single one of those to loom over her in an intimidating way.

“Heh, you’re my opponent today?” the bird said, hopping from one clawed foot to another. “Man, they’re just finding weaklings lately, aren’t they?”

“I didn’t know we were going to be fighting!”

“You think that you’re going to get the chance to land a blow? HA!”

He charged her, shoving her back against the glass in a sudden, blisteringly-fast blow. She gasped as the air was knocked right out of her lungs, the cool glass pressing right against her ass. The shivering chill was enough to make her pussy clench again, and more than that, she felt like it was spreading her cheeks slightly, exposing her asshole to –

Click.

She heard the click, saw the bit of light that came from the other side of the glass. Oh god. Someone had just turned on the light, and they were staring right at her –

Her cheeks burned hotter than ever, her whimpers growing louder as she wriggled, trying to pull away, but all that accomplished was grinding her ass that much more firmly against the glass. Carly shook her head, trying to shove the fighting bird back, but it didn’t do a damn thing. All she managed was to wriggle and show off that much more.

“Ah…ah…please…”

“Heh, you think that’s going to get me to stop?”

“I just…not there…”

“Why not? They’re going to see, anyway…and besides…don’t you like to show off?”

The reminder of all the times that she had ground against the cameras of her cell came rushing back to her, but that had been in private, not around other Pokémon, and definitely not with the people actually [i]there[/i] to see her. She tried to pull her legs together, but with one feathered wing at her neck and the other between her legs, she didn’t have the freedom to move in the slightest.

Her captor chuckled at her, and then threw her over his shoulder. She spun through the air, yelping as she went, and she barely managed to land on her feet at the far end of the room.

When she looked up, she saw her audience. More and more of the scientists, most of the ones that she’d seen so far packing their way into the other room. Some of them were fondling themselves, while others were being more professional and keeping to taking notes. Even they, however, had their bulges on display.

The Hawlucha chuckled as it turned to face her, the beginning of a cock starting to make an appearance between its legs.

“I think I’m gonna have fun with you.”

“Please…can’t you…can’t we do this…gently?”

“You want my cock? You’re going to fight for it.”

“What…what if I don’t…”

The lie died on her lips. There was no way that anyone would believe that she didn’t want his cock, not with the way that her pussy was clenching down so hard as it was. She groaned under her breath, feeling the warmth and wetness oozing out of her once more, knowing that there was no point in pretending that she was anything other than turned on beyond belief. The Totodile tried to pull herself upright, but her pussy kept begging for her to spread her legs, to show off her need to the fighting bird, to surrender and let this be over so that she could be rutted good and hard.

It made it almost impossible for her to stand upright, let alone actually fight for what she wanted.

The Hawlucha grinned at her, strutting, bouncing from side to side.

“Alright, then. You want me to come to you? I’ll come to you!”

Another blurring charge, but this time, she was able to dodge. Barely, but she was able to. She rolled out of the way, managing half of a Double Kick against him before he dodged to the side again. It didn’t seem to do a damn thing, and it left her with one leg high in the air, her pussy open and exposed, the passage of air that came after the Hawlucha’s charge chilling her core.

She gasped, pulling her legs closed, but the sudden exposure had already enticed some of their audience. She could see that one of the humans had unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out. Oh, it was big, alright. Not as big as Ninetales had been, but big enough.

She stared at his bit of exhibitionism for a moment before –

“Hey! Eyes on your opponent!”

SLAM! She was tackled from behind, pinned in place. Carly yelped as she was ground down, her head pinned to the floor, her eyes wide as she was ground on from behind. There was no full-size erection against her ass just yet, but it was growing, getting bigger with each little grind along her rump.

“Heh, that’s it, little slut. You think that you can fight me? You better try, at least; I don’t get hard without at least a bit of fun.”

“Nnngh…but…but I need…”

“You’re not getting it without showing how much you want it…”

That was the hardest part. She had been allowed to just submit in the other experiments, to allow herself to be raped. Now, not only was she having to show off for a live audience, she was having to take this further.

She had to fight for that cock like she actually wanted to be fucked by it…and she honestly wanted it, now.

Just then, Hawlucha rolled off of her, and she realized that he was completely serious. She couldn’t just submit, couldn’t grind back when he had her pinned. He was making her fight to get what she wanted, to submit to those instincts and be a good little breeder looking for a stud. He wanted to have her slam herself down, to make herself slam her hips against his, to try and pin him and get what she wanted…or to go without if she was not strong enough to actually claim him for herself.

[i]This isn’t fucking fair…[/i]

But this was her price to get bred. She had to pay it.

Carly barely even realized that she’d shifted from worrying about getting fucked to wanting to get fucked. She wanted to say that it was just her body begging for it, just the heat that she was going through, but no. The little Totodile had already made the conscious decision that she needed to get fucked, and now, she had to fight for it.

Rolling shakily onto her side, she turned so that her back was to the window again. She knew that there’d be people staring at her ass, scientists that were already perverted getting ever more perverted as they stared at her hindquarters. She couldn’t let that distract her, but there was a part of her that was starting to enjoy them.

As the Hawlucha came her way again, Carly suddenly thrust her head forward, blasting a Water Gun attack past her lips. It hit the big guy right on the nose, pushing him back a few steps, stopping his charge. As he spluttered, shaking and fighting his way through the water, she ran forward, mouth wide open.

She jumped forward in a tackle, but barely missed. The bird had jumped to the air, getting just over her head. However, before she could turn around, he landed on her shoulders, shoving her down to the ground, pinning her with one taloned foot against the back of her head and keeping a good, tight grip on her tail.

“Ha! A good try. Not good enough, but a good try!”

“Mmmph!”

“You want it? You gotta fight for it!”

It was more than just fighting for it, now. He stood on her head and hips, and his toes were pulling on her butt, pulling the cheeks apart and keeping her tail raised for the scientists that were watching behind her. She swore that she could feel their eyes on her asshole, on her pussy, staring at her, wanting her.

It made her wetter than ever.

“Look at that. The display for the crowd. That’s what you want, huh? To be a public slut? To be something that they can stare at? To be someone that I can dominate?”

“Mmmph. Come on. Just…just fuck me…stop talking…”

[i]Don’t stop talking…[/i]

She shivered, knowing where that was coming from, that fantasy of being dominated, humiliated. It was one more extension of what she had been doing in front of the cameras in her own cell, the urge to pull someone else to her, to make them fuck her, to put the responsibility on them rather than on her. She was not a slut – no, she was. She was. She just didn’t want to admit it.

The Totodile felt the eyes, the air on her pussy and her ass, and she struggled to roll to the side, to dislodge her attacker. Yet, the Hawlucha seemed to know every possible move that she might make, rolling along her back and her hips, always managing to keep his grip on her so that she was pinned in place.

“Come on. You can fight better than that. I’d almost think you didn’t want it.”

“Nnnngh! Stop teasing me!”

“Then start showing me that you’re worth fucking!”

Carly barely realized just how much she had changed as he said that. She knew that she never would have risen to that bait before, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was getting that dick, soothing the aching heat inside of her, making it stop hurting.

She suddenly kicked out, using her legs to thrust her hips up, and she swung her tail enough to slap against the Hawlucha. It was enough to get him off her back, and she followed that up with a spinning roll forward, battering his ass with her tail again.

As he squawked, flying across the room in a similar fashion to her, Carly dragged herself back to her feet. It took everything that she had to get upright once more, and she struggled to keep herself from falling over right off the bat. Yet, at the same time, she felt…she felt confident, sexy, powerful.

She wanted to fuck him. She wanted him to fuck her.

Another Water Gun attack juggled the fighter through the air, making him rise, fall, rise, fall all the way to the far wall as she chased after him. His drenched feathers dripped, clinging to him as she chased after him. She didn’t care that she was showing off, that she was playing into the whole thing now. She just wanted to get him pinned, shove him to the ground so that she could get his dick, his cum, his seed inside of her.

The burning was making her quiver, her pussy clenching down on nothing, begging for everything. It wanted to be filled, to be fucked, to be broken in. She was trying to fight to be worthy of it, hoping that if she could take charge, she could avoid being broken down more than she already had.

The Totodile was right on the verge of pinning the Hawlucha to the wall, pushing him all the way there. She eased up on the Water Gun to allow him to fall, so that she could slam him back –

Then he kicked off the wall.

Her eyes went wide as he slammed into her in a rough tackle, knocking her back off her feet, pinning her to the ground. They slid across the floor, the padding suddenly revealing its purpose to keep the bruises from becoming intolerable. She grunted as she bounced twice, her pussy bumping up against the bird’s crotch. He was getting stiffer, but he wasn’t quite hard, not just yet.

They came to a stop before the window, him panting, her groaning. He chuckled a bit.

“Look at that. You have some fight in you after all, huh? But that’s not going to be enough. One trick? That’s not going to get me under you.”

“Nnngh! Why can’t you just fuck me already?!”

“Because you’re not good enough yet.”

“Not good enough?!”

Carly roared, lunging up and biting him on one of the wings pinning her shoulders down. As soon as he squawked from the attack, she thrust her hips to the side, slamming him over to the side and onto his back before following him over. She straddled him, her pussy grinding against his cock, pinning it against his belly, her eyes wild.

“Is this good enough? Huh? Is this fucking good enough?!”

She slid forward, feeling his thick shaft rubbing against her pussy lips, almost enough to spread them wide without even sliding him inside. The Totodile panted hard as she ground against him, as she pulled back, forward, back, forward, each time finding the tip of his cock almost sliding inside of her.

“Is it good enough to pin you, fucker? Is it good enough now? Is it good e-fucking-nough now?!”

With one final thrust, she slammed back, taking half of his cock right then and there. She moaned out loud, arching her back…and realized that she was staring up at the scientists.

They were looking down at her through the window, and she realized that they were all showing bulges, now, and those that were doing more than that were actively stroking themselves, cocks ranging from twice the size of the Hawlucha in her to four times the size on display. She blushed hard as she realized that her spread pussy was easily in view, showing off just how wide she could go, how much she needed it.

And somehow, that exhibitionism only made her wetter.

Gravity dragged her down the fighting bird’s cock, making her tremble as she went down, down, down that thick shaft. She grunted as it worked at her core, grinding into her depths, filling her womb in an almost painful way, but the feeling of pre-cum flowing inside of her, the warmth that came with it and the knowledge that it was going to fill her eggs and get her pregnant again, made it all worth it. Carly shivered again, panting, her tongue starting to hang out as her hips twitched, as her little fingers gripped at the bird’s chest, using him to pull herself up and down, up and down, helping her ride his cock.

She was feeling the need, the addiction growing. The way that the men on the other side stared at her, how their cocks pointed at her pussy, how they were obviously getting off to her, was almost too much for her to take. The idea that they could see her, see what she really was –

[i]Yes, what you really are…[/i]

There was a strange echo to that thought, a pressure in her brain, and she had to admit that it was the truth. She was no longer ‘not’ a breeder. She might not be the most eager breeder, yet, and she might have moments when she fought it, but she was a breeder through and through now. She was a slut, she was really a slut, and she wanted to be fucked by big cocks. Whether she got pregnant or not – she wanted to, but it was a bonus, really – didn’t matter. She just needed [i]cock.[/i]

Carly rolled her hips again and again against the big dick under her, rutting herself on the Hawlucha. He looked at her from time to time, a bit dizzy, a bit out of it, but he was getting into it, too. He was enjoying himself, pushing his hips up, making sure that they met her pussy again and again. They were both getting closer and closer to climax –

And then he changed the game.

With a sudden buck, he slammed her up and off of his cock. The popping feeling of it leaving her pussy was almost unbearable, but the humiliation of flying through the air, of being so focused on her sex that she hadn’t noticed his counter-attack, was worse. She groaned as she went flying up and over his head, and then came down with a thud right in front of the glass.

Then, he grabbed her. He shoved her right against the glass, the many human cocks on the other side mere inches from her pussy, mere inches from taking her and rutting her. If it hadn’t been for the barrier, she was half-sure that they would have done it anyway, using her despite the fact that it wasn’t part of the experiment.

“Look at that. Look how wet you are. Almost a champion, but distracted by your body. Almost enough to beat me, but too focused on what you need to actually get it done. Look at that. Look at you, whore.”

“Mmmph…”

“This is what you are.”

His cock was between her thighs, the Hawlucha taking his time to explore his dominance, to show off to the humans who was the real star here, who was the real dominant male that could beat anyone else, that could claim what he wanted, that would do what he wished to all that stood before him.

Somehow, that only turned her on further, getting claimed by such a dominant male.

When he slammed in, she finally came. Her pussy squirted hard all over the glass, smearing it with the slime of a Water-type, and it kept coming. Every time he slammed in, he seemed to hit just the right spot to get her over the edge again, and again, and again. One blast, then another, then another, each time making her scream as she squirted, flooding the window, flooding the floor. The pads would have to be replaced with how much she squirted, like a water gun coming from her lower half rather than her upper half.

She moaned, she screamed, she arched her back and thrust her hips against the glass, smearing it more and more as her partner fucked the living daylights out of her. The feeling of his cock, the warmth of it, the intensity of his rutting, was exactly what she needed. She needed him to break her, to use her, to rut her, to turn her into nothing but his little toy.

She gave in. She was the loser, his prize, his belonging, his breeder.

Clenching down, she felt him panting in her ear, felt his cock pulsing in her pussy. The Totodile turned around, her mind twisting, her needs warping as she gave in to the urge to show off, the exhibitionism between them too much for her to deny.

“Use me…break me…rut me…breed me…”

“Mmmph, what do you think I’m doing?”

“Holding back.”

“You think I can’t go harder?!”

“Show me! Show them!”

Carly arched her back as he did just that, picking up the pace more and more. His claw-hands gripped her hips so tightly that she swore he was leaving scratches behind, but she no longer cared. What mattered was how good it felt, how right it was to be in his grip, to feel him thrusting in, showing the humans that she was claimed, that she was strong enough to earn this alpha male.

In and out, in and out, in and out that cock went, thrusting against her inner walls, the head hitting her in just the right angles to send shocks of pleasure through her pussy, right up to her waiting womb. Her clit was flicking in and out of its hood, her asshole clenching on nothing.

[i]Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes![/i]

She was screaming in her own head as her tongue lolled out in a fucked-silly expression. Her legs went limp, no longer able to hold herself up, relying entirely on the strength of her partner. The Hawlucha was pushing her harder than she had ever been pushed before, and she loved it. She needed him, craved him.

His cock was all the way inside of her, his pre-cum flowing like a broken faucet. It was filling her up, almost making her feel like she was with another Water-type from how much there was. She craved it, though, wanted it, and tried to curl her legs back, to wrap herself around him, to show the humans that she had found someone that was worthy of breeding her.

The way that the humans watched, they were loving the show. They were jerking off hard and fast, and some of them splatted their pre-cum up against the window, smearing it in along the slime strands that she’d been oozing that whole time. It didn’t matter that they couldn’t touch her. Some tried to get close to the glass, and she could see their cocks on the other side, grinding up almost as if they could meet her.

The hunger that they had for her fed her hunger for fucking, and she clenched down, cumming again.

In and out, in and out, in and out. The Hawlucha was pushing her right to her limits, and she loved it. She screamed for him, begged for more, shrieked for the pleasure of his cock. In and out, in and out, in and out –

And in.

She screamed as he finally bottomed out inside of her, his cock throbbing hard and spitting cum into her depths. She arched her back against him, grinding against the glass one more time, and then she sagged against his chest.

Somehow, he was nice enough to support her, keep her from falling as he kept spurting his seed into her belly. He slowly lowered her to the ground, laying on top of her for a moment or two before pulling his cock out.

It was a slow, messy, slimy affair, and she shivered as she felt it oozing out of her, a creampie that was guaranteed to have knocked her up. She clenched down weakly, and she felt the gush of seed running from her insides to her outsides. She moaned again, panting as she looked over her shoulder at her breeder.

He smiled at her, tapped his beak in respect, and then stepped out of the way.

Soon enough, the humans came to collect her. The Fighting-type was shoved back into his ball, and she was put on a gurney, carried out of the room and wheeled towards the infirmary.

As they hooked her up to the different machines, as usual, she looked up at the different cameras. Most of them were showing recordings of when she had been fucked before, and for the first time, she felt a bit of arousal at the sight of herself getting screwed. There were hundreds of different angles to choose from, and she licked her lips as she looked around the room, trying to find the best ones.

There were old recordings with her and the Zangoose, and that was hot enough, she supposed. The size difference, the way that he had pinned her down and rutted her without so much as a ‘by your leave.’ The way that the Golduck had pinned her to the wall, roughly raping her, using her and then showing her what sort of slut that she could really be if she gave in to the urges. The Toxicroak, the little asshole that had used his poison to make her do things that she had never considered proper or right, but which had felt too good to deny while she was with him. The Ninetales, the way that it had taken over, the way that it had forced her to admit that she was less, that she enjoyed being less…

All of it was there, and all of it was her.

Despite her ‘beating’ in the breeding room, she couldn’t help but reach down, rubbing her pussy, rubbing her clit as she was shown off. Her belly was starting to swell with the new eggs, yes, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was hot, that she was sexy, that she was allowed to be a good…a good slut…

She shivered, some of the heat wearing off, some of the shame-blunting need fading. She started to feel embarrassed at how she had behaved, at how she had given in to their obvious trap, but at the same time…

[i]That was sexy…[/i]

She wasn’t sure if it was her thought or something else, but it was true. That had been sexy. She had been sexy, more to the point, and it had earned her the dicking that she required.

It was hard to tell what to feel about that. She felt like she should have some pride in herself, that she needed to maintain that independence, but at the same time, there was this pressure from the facility to submit, to allow them to do what they wanted. It was hard to tell what was the right message to take from this.

Soon, however, the images and video that rained down on her from the different monitors were all that mattered. She leaned back, idly flicking her clit to the show, and she waited for the egg to finished forming enough to actually be laid. That was all that the doctors cared about, after all. What they’d do with it, she didn’t know, but she looked forward to the next male that would come to her.

She wondered if she would be able to dominate him, next time…

[i]Heh…[/i]

Carly smiled despite herself. It was a dangerous thought to think that. They’d not allowed her to do anything like that so far. But…with that fight with the Hawlucha…she had to admit that it was hard for her to not think about it.

She’d given in, allowed herself to fight for what she wanted. It gave her a sense of pride in what kind of breeder she was.

Maybe she’d even be allowed to keep that.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Carly is being pushed to the limits, trying and failing to keep her sanity as she falls into another heat. However, this fight might be what starts breaking her down for real, giving her something else to focus on, and something else that will guide her down a new path. Whether that path is madness or freedom, however, remains to be seen.

Tags: M/F, Totodile, Hawlucha, fighting, fight, sex, vaginal, exhibitionism, grinding, humiliation, voyeurism, masturbation, human, cum, orgasm, slimy, wet, heat, pregnant, impregnation, goading,