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Pokemorph World: Mewtwo’s Breeding Center

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Chapter 1

Commissioned by nonsensoleum

Author’s Note: All characters are copyright © Gamefreak Inc., and are used without permission. The author makes no profit from this work. Additionally, links to information about all characters and creatures encountered in this work can be found at the end, for those desiring to know more about them.

“All right,” Misty finally admitted, frowning as she withdrew one foot from the lightly steaming hotspring. “I admit it, Mallow: this might be the best onsen I’ve ever been to.”

“Told ya!” the green-haired girl exclaimed with a giggle of triumph, only barely restraining herself from a full victory pose, since this would have caused her to lose her grip on the towel wrapped around her torso. As it was, the towel seemed to be straining at all edges to pop free of the brown-skinned island girl’s supple body; of all the girls there, after all, she was the best-endowed.

“Wait,” Lillie, Mallow’s elegant blonde friend said with a challenging tone to her voice, putting her hands on her towel-clad hips as she gave the spiky-haired redhead a slightly pouting glare. “What do you mean ‘might’?”

“She’s a water-type trainer,” laughed Dawn, who, along with the ever-energetic Iris, was the first to doff her towel, tossing it casually onto a nearby bench. “They’re always picky about that sort of thing.” Perhaps wisely, the well-proportioned, dark blue-haired teen waited long enough for the dark purple-haired wild girl to act according to character before she got into the steaming pool of the onsen. Namely, she let Iris go first.

“Cannonball!” squealed the toned little teen, the second youngest of the girls there, as she leapt into the air, tucking her knees up against her nearly flat chest, her tiny black tushie thrust downward before gravity asserted itself, and she plunged into the hotspring with a massive splash. Of the other girls there, only Lillie and Mallow weren’t quite accustomed to Iris’ typical behavior, and of those two, only Lillie didn’t have the reflexes to get out of the way in time.

“Ooh, you!” spluttered the once-elegant blonde, letting her soaked-through towel drop from her long-legged body, exposing all of her fair, flawlessly smooth skin. “I’ll get you for that!”

“Yeah!” cheered Georgia, raising her hands to encourage Lillie in catching her rival, Iris…which, naturally, made her immediately lose her grip on her towel, baring her slim, somewhat boyish figure, and leaving her blushing furiously at being naked when most of the girls around her weren’t. This drew a teasing sneer from Burgundy, though not too serious of one, since, after all, the plum-haired girl wasn’t that much different from crimson-haired Georgia in build: boyish and somewhat small-chested, though her nipples were almost lilac-colored, while Georgia’s were the same bright red hue of her ear-length, pageboy-style hair.

Sensing that Lillie’s intent to cause harm wasn’t especially serious, and doing their best not to draw too much attention to the nudity of their companions (most of them, after all, were quite modest by nature), the other girls continued to chat while unwrapping their towels and laying them aside, before stepping into the onsen themselves, one by one. As they talked, of course, Lillie was busily splashing around, chasing Iris, who only squealed in delight at the game, easily keeping ahead of the less-athletic blonde girl.

“I feel a little bad leaving our pokemon at the daycare,” admitted May, shyly covering her breasts as she sank into the spring. While she wasn’t as small as Misty (and obviously none of them were as small as Iris, who didn’t have much bodyfat thanks to her vigorous lifestyle), she was seated right between Bianca and Mallow, the two best-endowed of the girls there. “I hope none of the other pokemon there are mean to them.”

“I’m sure they’ll be all right,” the ever-polite Serena reassured the brown-haired girl as she sat on one of the flat rocks in the spring, while little blonde Bonnie, the youngest of the girls, sat in the water right between the legs of her sister figure. “Pokemon usually get along with each other, after all.”

“Serena’s right,” Lana explained with a gentle smile. “Pokemon sometimes like to be among their own kind. It lets them relax…just like us, I guess. We just need to get away from…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Lana’s expression grew harried once more as she started after her twin younger sisters, the slightly older blue-haired girl chasing the two buck-naked and equally blue-haired youngsters as they splashed through the water, completely heedless of the numerous signs that said not to do exactly that.

“Slow down!” she cried after the twins desperately. “Harper, Sarah, slow down!”

“Yeah,” laughed Misty, lying back against the side of the pool, her small breasts thrust heedlessly upward, delicate pink nipples slightly perked as she leaned back, relaxing her streamlined swimmer’s body in the lightly steaming waters. “That girl really needs some relaxation time.”

“Away from her own kind,” Dawn chipped in, shaking her head as she idly watched the lighter blue-haired girls running through the water, doing her level best (and not being terribly successful) not to stare too much at their adorable little bottoms…or those of Iris and Lillie nearby, as the elegant blonde started to pant heavily, slowing down. During one of her efforts to turn her eyes away, she caught Misty’s, only to have the carrot-topped teen shrug with a reassuring smile at the other girl.

“Away from Ash,” Serena said with a light frown on her normally-cheerful face. Her statement was immediately answered by shared nods all around.

“Who needs boys anyway!” declared little blonde Bonnie loudly, her words answered in their turn by a round of light laughter, before the conversation settled into more pleasant lines. Luckily, Burgundy was kept engaged by Georgia, the two trading snide comments back and forth, which kept Georgia from reigniting her rivalry with Iris, or both of them from sniping at the other girls more openly, which made sure all the girls stayed in relatively peaceful conversation. Except Lana and her sisters, and Lillie chasing Iris, that is.

*

Meanwhile, in a dark place, on an island floating slightly above the level of the sea, a purple-skinned pokemon, who considered himself far more than any other mere pokemon, held up a hand, his potent psychic powers holding a clear image on the viewscreen in front of him of the girls as they bathed, talked, and played in the onsen. Though the overpowering psychic type felt that he was far above even mere humans, all the same, his startlingly thick, vein-reinforced dark purple penis slid free of its nearly invisible slit, and quickly grew stiff and erect at the sight of so much exposed, smooth, unsuspecting girlflesh.

“Perhaps you have no need of boys,” Mewtwo’s voice echoed through the room, the force of his psychic powers making his thoughts more potent than any vocalization ever could be. “But I have need of you. Young, healthy, freshly-ripened breeding stock. The perfect vessels to carry out my master plan for making the master race.”

“Mew!” protested a loud but still somehow adorable voice from somewhere above. “Mew mew, mew!”

Looking upward, Mewtwo almost unconsciously lit up the area around the large clear globe in which his perpetual rival, Mew, was being held, her tiny hands beating against the psychic-dampening containment field. Naturally, capturing Mew had to have been the first step to his greater plans. Knowing the ever-sensitive and ever-nosey little pink psychic type, she would almost certainly have gotten in the way well before Mewtwo could have gotten as far as he had.

“Why shouldn’t carry out my plans?” Mewtwo challenged the little pink pokemon, the faintest of smirks playing across his nearly invisible mouth at the blush his obviously erect state brought to the cheeks of his adorable rival, the mere sight of that immense erection enough to make her stop beating on the containment field. “I’ve already come so far.”

Another viewscreen irised open, the motion drawing Mew’s large eyes…which immediately widened even more as she brought her little hands to her face in shock. There, a scene that had already been ongoing since well before Mewtwo brought it to Mew’s attention continued to play out, the sounds of rampant carnality filling Mewtwo’s command center in the form of loud, feminine moans and squeals, and deep-throated, masculine grunts and bestial growls. There, before the eyes of Mew and Mewtwo, Misty’s three sisters, Daisy, Violet, and Lily, writhed in the coils of an especially large, healthy Tentacruel, its tentacles slick and dripping with their juices as they pistoned in and out of the Sensational Sisters’ visibly pulsing quims, bottoms, and eagerly suckling mouths. The angle of the viewscreen tilted downward slightly, revealing that this was simply the upper floor of a much larger complex. Immediately beneath the tentacle-based foursome, a trio of lean-muscled Blaziken were giving Flannery, the fire gym leader, a thorough gang-bang, her hands gripping the feathery chest of the one below her as it filled her vagina, while the one behind her squeezed her shapely bum in both clawlike hands, pumping his hips with all the force and power he had, even as the one in front of her fed his long, knifelike birdcock into her pretty mouth. Only a short distance away, within easy view of Mew’s horrified gaze, the rock trainer, Olivia, was panting hard, her supple black-skinned body bathed in a sheen of sweat as two immense Rhydons made a sandwich of her, both of them somehow sharing her impossibly-stretched sex at the same time.

“Pokemon with humans,” Mewtwo said with deceptive calm as he motioned toward the viewscreen, causing it to iris closed once more. “Pokemon genetics are strange and powerful. We are compatible with so many more species than our would-be trainers give us credit.”

Another motioning of that three-fingered hand, and Mew’s face turned, almost involuntarily, to look at another viewscreen, this one fluttering open like an eye. Once again, she was horrified – scandalized! – at the scene that awaited her. This time, the victims were nine little eevees, struggling desperately against clamps holding them firmly in place, bent over a long wooden bench, their tail ends thrust toward the viewscreen, though their faces were often visible, along with their expressions. Expressions that ran the gamut, from fearful to confused to strangely excited. Behind them, an entire pack of thick-bodied, shaggy-furred Mightyenas greedily slurped and suckled on the dainty pink pussies of the helpless little eeveelings, making them cry out in their sweet, high-pitched voices, though their tones ran as much of a range as did their expressions.

“Now,” Mewtwo murmured in Mew’s ear, as he floated next to where she was held captive, “the best part.”

A slight motion of Mewtwo’s hand was all the warning Mew got, before, suddenly, beams of strange energy began to shine down on eight of the nine captive Eevees. One, on the far end, was left untouched, however. Just like that, the eight Eevees cried out even more loudly, their bodies starting to glow brightly as the Mightyenas retreated from the strange light filling the room. All the Mightyenas, that is, except one. A very special sort of Mightyena.

“Mew,” gasped Mew, her eyes flicking up and down the tall, muscular, humanoid figure standing behind the nine eeveelutions that had been newly-formed, her gaze stopping for just a little too long on the huge black cock thrust out from the commanding male’s groin, right above a set of heavy, potent-looking balls.

“Yes,” agreed Mewtwo with a slight nod. “He walks on two legs. Like a human.”

The nine eeveelutions started to cry out in their now rather different voices, as the dominant, alpha Mightyena stepped forward, his huge paws seizing the outthrust bottom of the female on the end, a Glaceon girl, who hissed sharply at the contact – his hands must have felt so hot to her! – while he began to squeeze and fondle and maul her chilly blue buns. Next to her, the Vaporeon of the nine whimpered, her lower lip trembling in trepidation, her neck craned around (being a sinuous sort of Pokemon, and very flexible, she could turn her head quite a bit) to watch as that brutally thick black shaft moved slowly forward, until it found its target. Glaceon cried out, and steam rose from the place where her firm blue cunny met the even more firm cock of the powerful alpha male standing behind her…before her luscious lower lips yielded, and he thrust deep inside!

Before, Mew hadn’t been able to see the eeveelutions very clearly, not with all the Mightyenas in the way. Now, however, she could take a closer look (not for that reason…even though they were awfully cute…), and saw that, like the Mightyena male now roughly pounding that poor Glaceon girl’s buns with all his might (and Mew could feel the orgasms he’d already squeezed out of the helpless female – and he’d just gotten started!) they were anthropomorphic, a beautiful, natural-looking amalgamation of human and pokemon. Even as the viewscreen started to shutter closed, her expression was thoughtful as she considered this new and strange secret Mewtwo had revealed to her…right before she gave a squeak of surprise!

“Mew!” she exclaimed, reaching down to try and swat away Mewtwo’s hand, which had engulfed her own small and quite delicate pink sex. One finger was actually so bold as to tease against her tailhole! “Mew mew!”

Mewtwo ignored Mew’s protests and ineffectual resistance, his expression deceptively calm as he continued to slowly caress her soft pudenda, which quickly flushed to full visibility against her otherwise uniform pink body.

“You have already seen the start of a new generation,” Mewtwo intoned, one finger slipping smoothly into Mew’s little quim, stroking up against the roof of her inner walls, making her back arch as she gave an involuntary cry of sharp-spiking pleasure. “There were more humans in that first chamber, the finest breeding stock I could easily obtain. Even a few human males, when I could catch them.”

His other hand motioned outward, and long metal tentacles extended from unseen points on the walls; before she knew it, those tentacles had snapped rigid manacles around each of Mew’s limbs, wrists and ankles equally restrained, before she was slowly flipped over onto her tummy. She tried to cover herself with her long, prehensile tail, but a fifth tentacle clamped itself around the base, and roughly hoisted her tail up, laying bare all her secret treasures to Mewtwo’s calculating gaze, despite all her squeals and mews of protest.

“But it’s not enough,” Mewtwo continued, his hand once more caressing Mew’s sex, though more gently this time, not rushing things, not penetrating her again, not yet. “What I have already done is only the beginning. I will soon breed a new generation, a union of humans and pokemon, and my children – and yours – will usher in an age of peace and unity between our species. A unity personified in bodily form.”

Mew dared a look back at Mewtwo, her cheeks deeply flushed in embarrassment and arousal at being so exposed, so vulnerable to the powerful, dominant male. She did her very best not to look down at that almost obscenely large purple penis as she managed to mew out another question.

“Why do I need you?” Mewtwo repeated, arching one of his eye ridges incredulously. “I would have thought it would be obvious. I need someone with whom I can breed more legendaries, of all types. Someone whose body could endure laying eggs strong enough to contain legendary birds, or dogs, or deer, or even true mighties, like Ho-oh, Mew, or even…Mewtwo.”

As he spoke this last, his finger plunged once more into Mew’s tender cunny, this time pumping hard and fast as he worked her tiny sex to a gushing lather. Squealing and squeaking and mewing and even mewling in desperate arousal, Mew could only wriggle against her bonds, knowing that she was well and truly helpless. Helpless to endure the ultimate pleasure.

After a certain point, she wondered if she would still be unwilling.

Smirking ever-so-slightly as Mew gave an especially loud squeal, her juices gushing out onto his hand, Mewtwo motioned with his other hand toward the viewscreen showing the scene of the girls at the onsen, his long, muscular tail giving the slightest commanding flick.

“Take them.”

*

Eventually, it had been Mallow and Bianca that got everyone to settle down, more or less. Coming from a restaurant family, Mallow had casually suggested to the bubbly blonde that they might go and get some refreshments. Within minutes, both busty girls had returned with a cooler full of cans of soda, and a picnic basket stuffed with onigiri. Since running in hot springs was thirsty work, it was only a matter of time before Lillie and Iris buried the axe, and went to grab some sodas, settling down to drink them together and share their rice balls. Even Harper and Sarah reluctantly settled down at the promise of food, one twin on either side of their big sister, though it was obvious to anyone who cared to look that the pair were plotting their next caper already – the onigiri was just brain fuel, as far as they were concerned. All things considered, it was probably just as well that Lana seemed blissfully unaware of what her younger sisters were doing: it would only have spoiled her digestion.

“Ah,” sighed May happily as she leaned back against the edge of the onsen, her breasts only barely beneath the steaming water. “This is the life.”

“You said it,” agreed Misty, doing her best not to look at the brown-haired girl’s breasts with envy. “When was the last time any of us really had a proper vacation? I mean, one where we didn’t have to take care of Ash, or pokemon?”

“I…I really can’t think of one,” Dawn admitted, looking down as she blinked in surprise when this realization came to her. “At least, not since before I first started my pokemon journey.”

“Losers,” chuckled Burgundy, grinning at Georgia as the redhead sat next to her, a grin that Georgia returned as she sipped her well-chilled orange soda.

“You said it,” agreed the redhead, tilting the yellow cap she always insisted on wearing forward as she relaxed, not seeming to realize what a strange contrast she, the battle-crazed tomboy, and the plum-haired girl, elegant and refined, made. Then again, perhaps she did know, and simply didn’t care, because they understood each other on a fundamental level that defied stereotypes. “Get ‘em away from their pokemon for a few hours, and already they feel naked.”

“You’re naked too,” Serena pointed out, bending forward as she held Bonnie’s hands, letting the younger girl kick in the water of the onsen, her supple pink bottom flexing just above the steaming pool as she pumped her legs beneath the surface, where they wouldn’t splash the other girls. “Just for once, why don’t you two try to be nice?”

“Yeah!” chimed in Bonnie, the energetic girl poking her head up to give the snide pair a cheery smile. “Besides, I wouldn’t mind a few pokemon around here. Everything seems more exciting when there’s pokemon to…”

Whatever else the young teen might have been about to say was very abruptly cut off by the sound of a drill whirring loudly from inside the main building of the onsen, where the girls had changed out of their clothes. Immediately, all conversation stopped, and all the girls traded confused looks.

“Do you smell smoke?” asked Bianca, the perpetually lightly-confused expression she normally wore deepening further as concern started to finally edge its way into her consciousness.

“I’ll check it out,” said Dawn, water running down her willowy body and smooth legs as she climbed out of the onsen’s steaming waters.

“I’ll come too,” Misty declared, crawling up onto the wooden deck of the onsen.

Just as the girls, blue- and orange-haired, reached the sliding doors that led to the changing room, they both leaped back with a startled cry as a thick grey horn suddenly tore right through the wood, then started to spin, shredding it in seconds! Great claws seized what remained of the door, and a bit of the wall as well, and tore them aside, revealing who lay within: a hulking rhydon, and a well-muscled charizard, its tail flaming brightly. Except, there was something strange about these pokemon, something Misty and Dawn saw immediately as they looked up from where they’d fallen to escape the debris of the demolished building wall: though both pokemon were normally quite humanlike, these ones were especially so, their pectoral muscles well-defined, their bellies firm like those of human bodybuilders…and their uncircumcised cocks brutally thick, and fully visible, free-hanging, just like those of a human!

“Keep the breeding stock from escaping this way,” the charizard told its stony-skinned companion in perfect human speech, even as it – or rather, he, for he was very male indeed – leapt forward, its heavy-muscled arms wrapping around the waists of Misty and Dawn, easily lifting the two human girls and holding them tightly as it beat its great, blue-limned wings, completely ignoring their squirming in its grasp and futile beating of their small hands against its broad chest. “I shall bear these two little breeders back to the master.”

“Wait, breeders?” Misty gasped out, her eyes wide in horror as they fixed on the halfmast humanlike genitals of the charizard. “No, you can’t possibly…let us go! Let go of…ahhhh!”

As tall and powerfully-built as the mighty orange dragon-man was, the best Misty could manage was to kick him right in his tightly-muscled tummy, her skinny legs too short to reach the more vulnerable parts below. Of course, this had next to no effect, and in moments the mighty creature was in the air, both his prisoners screaming as they were borne off to what would surely be a horrible fate.

Rising from the water with a splash, Lana spread out her arms as though to protect her two younger sisters, glaring at the rocky rhinoman. She suddenly squeaked in shock, however, as she felt a hand slap her harshly right across her bum! Spinning around – but too late! – she was only just in time to see a strangely-formed ambipom, larger than a proper pokemon, and similarly humanlike in what she could glimpse of its sizable genitals, clambering up the side of the wooden wall surrounding the onsen, her sisters squirming in the grip of its hand-tipped tails.

“Lana!” cried out poor Harper as the monkey-like quasi-humanoid perched on top of the wall, turning to face the blue-haired girl below, making Lana blush as it thrust its pelvis suggestively.

“Sis!” Sarah added her own cry to her sister’s, before both girls squealed, the ambipom’s real hands, far too disconcertingly humanlike, engulfed their tiny bald cunnies.

“Such lovely little cuties,” the thing that was almost an ambipom taunted Lana, who was already starting to try to climb the smooth, waterslick surface of the wooden wall. “Aw, don’t be sad – you’ll get to see your sisters again reeeeal soon!”

Laughing, the ambipom dropped over the opposite side of the wall and out of Lana’s sight with a final mocking laugh, her sisters only managing another scream before they too vanished from sight.

“No!” Lana exclaimed, beating a fist against the wall. “I won’t let them take my sisters!”

“We’ll get them back,” said Serena, Bonnie close behind her, holding the older girl’s hand to make sure she wasn’t snatched from surprise like the twins had been. “I promise,” she continued, placing a hand on Lana’s shoulder, “we’ll find where they’ve been taken, and…”

CRASH!

Huge hands tipped with massive ripping claws tore into the high wooden planks surrounding the onsen, then jerked them back with startling ease. Through the gap, a towering nidoking was visible, its body thickly-corded with muscle, its obscenely humanlike (and even more obscenely massive) genitals hanging fully visible between its legs, swollen with raw masculine potency. At the shock of this sudden invasion, Serena and Lana were sent tumbling into the water, while little Bonnie slipped on the stone walkway around the onsen’s edges, sitting down on her pert pink bum quite suddenly. The young teen looked up, wide-eyed with shock and horror, as the purple-skinned pokemorph stepped forward, looming over her with a lecherous leer on its horned face.

“Looks like I’m lucky today,” he chuckled in human speech, reaching toward the cowering blonde cutie with one mighty hand. “You look tighter than a nidoran!”

The heavy paw gripped Bonnie’s head, almost engulfing it with sheer size, and easily pulled her forward onto her knees, her eyes going absolutely huge as she was made to look straight down the barrel of the nidoking’s uncut purple cock.

“No!” squealed the girl suddenly, trying in vain to jerk free of the huge male’s hand, flailing blindly with her hands as she tried to fend him off, to perhaps strike some vulnerable spot. “Get away from me! Let me gmmph!”

Unfortunately for poor Bonnie, quite unlike any human molester, a full-grown nidoking, especially one as powerfully-built as this mighty specimen, didn’t really have any vulnerable spots. Her hands slapping against his fully external sac only managed to make him snort slightly, and even trying to bite down on the thick slab of pokemeat he shoved into her mouth didn’t yield any results. Eventually, Bonnie’s jaw grew tired, and the moment she relaxed her bite, the nidoking rumbled in obvious pleasure as he began the pleasant work of force-feeding the petite human girl on a diet of protein-rich poke-precum. Ignoring her feeble pushing against his groin, the nidoking held Bonnie in place with one hand on her head, slowly pumping his cock forward and back, making sure to choke her for a few moments every time he pushed his penis in, just long enough that she began to grow frantic, squirming and kicking adorably, right before he pulled out again, leaving Bonnie’s cheeks streaked with her tears. His other hand, meanwhile, began to caress her back and sides, stroking over her smooth skin. Eventually he began to squeeze and fondle her adorable little bottom, then worked a single thick digit into her crack, stroking downward, over and around her tiny rosebud, and then lower still, until he was rubbing the poor little teen’s untouched slit. Bonnie began to sob piteously around her meaty mouthful, tears running down her cheeks in rivers, even as her sex grew flushed and wet quite against her will. Though the innocent little virgin didn’t know what was happening, except that she was being touched in places and ways that she’d never experienced before, her body knew exactly what was happening, and began preparing itself for its first act of breeding.

Grunting again, this time in annoyance, the nidoking turned his head, glaring down at Serena, standing there, as naked as Bonnie, and almost as petite, one of the wooden chairs scattered around the onsen’s edge clutched in her hands. She’d broken off one of the chair’s legs on the nidoking’s shoulder, all her strength just enough to get his attention and interrupt his fun, but little else. Just behind Serena, Lana was similarly arming herself with a heavy rock, laid out as decoration, with the full intention of attempting to turn it into a missile. Though he didn’t bother looking in her direction, Iris was also there, grunting cutely as she beat her tiny fists on the hulking male’s belly and ribs, her puny human efforts not even worth his notice. He did turn to look, though, when Iris slammed her entire tiny body against him, throwing all her weight into the bodyslam, but all this really did was make the nidoking finally turn to glance down at her…before he carefully rested one massive foot on top of the feisty wild girl.

“Get ‘em,” he growled, glancing back toward the hole he’d torn in the wooden wall, before continuing to slowly rape the sobbing Bonnie’s face, stretching her lips right to their limits, holding her head with one hand, while the other continued to rub her delicate pink folds, more firmly now than before, until her juices began to flow freely.

Before Serena had a chance to get in a second swing, and before Lana managed even a first, a herd of bellowing tauros came rampaging through the hole in the wall, as humanoid as all the other strange pokemon that had invaded the hot spring, snorting and stomping as they poured around the nidoking. The moment they laid eyes on the smooth naked girls in the onsen, they bellowed together as a group, heavy, humanoid cocks growing horrifyingly stiff at the merest whiff of fresh human pussy!

Serena was the first to be overwhelmed by the lust-crazed herd, crying out as many rough, calloused hands seized her, jerking her to the ground on her back with ease, her frantic struggles only seeming to excite the shaggy-furred males around her even more, making their tri-tails lash vigorously as their pricks began to leak copious precum in their rising eagerness. Lana was just as easily overpowered, and the moment there was no further room around either of the two girls, the tauros that weren’t able to reach them bellowed even more loudly, and began to mill forward in a body, nostrils working as they scented fresh girlflesh…before their eyes fell on the others, and they rushed forward, hands outstretched eagerly.

Screaming in horror at the rush of lust-crazed bulls lumbering toward her, May turned and ran. A moment later, Bianca and Mallow followed suit, their breasts heaving as they put their all into trying to keep ahead of the teeming herd. Lillie, however, was not so lucky, slipping on the slick stone of the walkway, tumbling to all-fours before they were on her, bellowing eagerly at the sight of smooth girlflesh presented to them like a miltank in heat. In their haste to get away, however, the three girls had completely forgotten about the rhydon blocking the exit. Spreading his arms wide, the powerful stony-skinned male reached out, and caught all three in an unbreakable bearhug, pinning their arms to their sides. His thick penis swiftly rose to full erection as the three doomed cuties squirmed fetchingly in his grip, their smooth skins rubbing against his rough hide with each frantic kick as they cried out in fear and desperation, babbling to each other as panic started to take full and complete hold. Panic…and final despair.

Rather than trying the direct route, Georgia ran toward the wall farthest from the charging tauros, Burgundy hot on her tail. By the time the tauros realized what was going on, the last they saw of the two girls was their smooth, coltish bottoms draped over the top of the wooden palisade, before they finished climbing the rest of the way over, and dropped out of sight.

“So long, suckers!” laughed the redhead, pausing just a moment to pull down one eye and stick out her tongue before turning and taking off at a full sprint for the woods near the bath house…only to run smack into Burgundy’s back. “Hey! What gives?”

The plum-haired girl, however, didn’t answer. She only stared straight ahead, her eyes blank. Blinking in surprise, Georgia also turned to look at what had captivated her frenemy…and her own eyes also grew wide, and then lost their expression, her face going slack, while her body relaxed.

Standing there in the space right before the woods, the anthropomorphic ninetales waved his tails slowly in a great fan shape, each tail tipped with gleaming fire. Stepping forward, the gold-furred male gently cupped the chins of the two hapless girls that had fallen into his clutches, meeting their eyes, one by one, with its own gleaming red gaze.

“That’s right,” the wicked kitsune almost purred, its voice soft and seductive. “There’s no need to run anymore. You’re right where you want to be.” His muzzle spread into a smile of purest temptation. “And you will grow to love your new place in life.”

“Yes, master,” said the girls in unison, following along behind the ninetales as he turned and began to walk back into the forest.

Back in the onsen’s enclosure, the nidoking was grunting, baring his sharp teeth with each savage thrust of his hips, his tail lashing vigorously as he held poor Bonnie’s head in both his massive hands. The blonde girl was mostly limp by that point, her tear-streaked face showing the absolute despair that had shattered her normally perky and energetic personality. Only mere minutes before, she’d cum, her inner walls shuddering in powerful contractions, her perfect anal ring clenching tightly as the nidoking had vigorously rubbed her clitoris until she popped her cork. Defeated, Bonnie had stopped trying to resist, and simply looked up at the mighty male submissively, while he looked down admiringly at her small, squeezably heart-shaped tushie, accentuated with its clearly-defined dimples.

Nearby, Serena gasped for air, her face deeply flushed as she struggled weakly against the rough hands tying her wrists behind her back, while others held her upright. Her nipples ached from the cruel suckling the tauros had given her when they’d first caught her, and the strange arousal their hands caused as they caressed her naked body confused her, leaving her unable to muster up her full strength to fight against them…not that it would have mattered, a lone teenage girl against so many burly, big-cocked, bull-headed humanoids.

Lana was faring little better against the brutes that had her, and Lillie kicked and struggled on the ground on one side of the onsen as the tauros lashed her with cruel ropes. The strangely humanlike rhydon had soon handed May, Mallow, and Bianca over to the tauros as well, and even Iris was being tied to a long pole they’d brought from somewhere, then allowed to dangle like a trussed-up deer, her chocolate-skinned bottom and snug, smooth cunny on display as two of the tauros hefted the pole onto their shoulders.

Pushing aside her panic, Serena’s mind was working. For now, she laid aside their humanlike anatomy, as that mystery was too far beyond her at the moment. These different pokemon were working together. While sometimes pokemon of the same type might do things like that, she’d never heard of a nidoking working well with anyone, and certainly not giving orders to a herd of tauros. That meant there had to be someone greater than them calling the shots. The only example of a leader among pokemon that she could think of was when, rarely, a psychic type would dominate less-powerful pokemon, and form them into a group to serve the psychic’s will. Drowzees and kypnos did such things sometimes, or so Serena had heard.

But why did they want human girls? Surely they couldn’t mean to…

Bonnie whined cutely, the sound turned very liquid-sounding as the mighty nidoking bellowed its dominance, flooding the poor little cutie’s mouth with a colossal rush of thick, potent cum.

“Swallow it!” he barked down to the petite blonde. Dutifully, her will broken, Bonnie closed her eyes and did her level best to do just that, her throat working frantically to gulp down every last drop of copious poke-cum. Of course she wasn’t able to manage all of it – even if she’d been an expert cocksucker, rather than a virgin simply doing her best to please her captor, there was just too much of it! All the same, the nidoking seemed to accept Bonnie’s best efforts, eventually letting her head up, allowing the girl to gasp desperately for breath as the nidoking hosed down her tiny breasts and smooth, flat belly with even more cum.

“Not bad for a first-timer,” chuckled the big male, reaching down to lift Bonnie in one big hand, then tossing the limp little teen over one broad shoulder, patting her pert bum affectionately. “Don’t worry, though: where you’re going, you’ll get plenty of practice. Our boss has plans for all of you.”