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Everyone had that one relaxation thing that sometimes they would just live for. For Nate, it was slipping into the water to relax. There was nothing that soothed his aching muscles better than a quiet rest in a pond or river. Especially on a hot day, like what he was experiencing now - the sun beating down overhead, making him soak with sweat, feel uncomfortable and dirty, and just want a break from everything.

So a nice, shaded pond like he had just came across was pretty much a godsend, and there was no way he was staying out.

With a content sigh, Nate slipped into the water, letting the coolness of it flush his skin of sweat and grime and almost soak into his body, relaxing his weary muscles. With no one around, he eschewed any modesty, stripping down naked and laying his clothes out to dry after washing them clean. His bag was sitting next to a tree, his Pokémon resting comfortably inside their balls, having their own bit of relaxation time. He’d offered to let them out to join them, but they seemed to enjoy the comfort of their balls a lot more.

The pond was the perfect depth, just enough that he could easily sink in up to his neck without trouble. His eyes closed and his mind just faded into restful oblivion, almost falling asleep entirely in his relaxation. Nothing mattered, no need to worry about the previous battles, or the upcoming ones, or any of the issues with traveling or anything...just the pond and the silence and the way the fatigue was just being leached from him…

He didn’t know how long it was that he stayed there, but he was roused out of his torpor by a rustling behind his head. Normally rustling didn’t bother him much, but he was still on his own in the wild, he had to be somewhat mindful of Pokémon out there. So he opened his eyes and turned around...to nothing.

Nothing being no Pokémon. And no bag. And no clothes.

...What the fuck?

Quickly Nate scrambled out of the water and looked around. His eyes weren’t deceiving him, everything was gone. No sign of who had done it, either...no, that wasn’t true, he peered at the ground, there were fresh Pokémon tracks all around where his stuff had been laying around. Which meant that they were probably scattered all over the place...his face reddened as he realized his plight, he was going to have to wander around naked until he found something to wear...if he ran into anyone, that would be super embarrassing.

But there wasn’t anything he could do, so he had to start walking. It was tough, he wasn’t used to walking barefoot around a forest like this and so he really had to watch his step. And every sound made him startled, now he truly felt vulnerable. Nate didn’t usually go anywhere without his Pokémon ready to protect him, and he was terrified of coming across a wild Pokémon that might be too much for him to run from or fight off. He could handle a Pidgey or a Spearow, even a Rattata or a Sneasel...but anything bigger, and he’d be in big trouble. So far in his life he’d had three or four instances he could remember where he’d been on his own, all after his own Pokémon had gotten knocked out in the wrong place, and he’d been lucky so far…

But not this time.

A deep growl from right in front of him made him jump. At his first glance, Nate had dismissed it as nothing but a large boulder...but it turned out to be no such thing, as it rose in front of him, eyes turning right on him. Holy shit...a wild Venusaur. No way.

The huge Pokémon started to approach him, its deep rumbling growls becoming aggressive. Nate’s mind yelled at him to run, but his legs were frozen...and before they started to actually kick into gear, a vine lashed out and knocked him to the ground. He started to scramble, but the vine caught his ankle and pulled him closer to the Venusaur, nothing he gripped could halt that pull or give him the purchase to break free.

It was only then that Nate noticed a strong, bittersweet scent in the air...something that he couldn’t place, but disturbed him all the same. It had to be coming from the Venusaur, but he didn’t know what it was, only that it made some part of him very anxious. And that anxiety kicked up about seventeen notches when his eyes caught something jutting out underneath the Venusaur’s legs, just as the beast was starting to tread over him. It was long, it was dripping, and it was unquestionably the source of the scent, as his nose told him quite loudly when he got pushed underneath. The shape of it was utterly foreign, with a huge bulb right underneath the pointed tip and a smoother, thinner shaft afterwards until thickening out near the base.

Shit...it’s a he, and he’s horny. It’s that time of year...and I haven’t seen any Venusaur females around. No wonder he was so aggressive...but that means…!

Now Nate really wanted to get away. But fear kept him paralyzed. His body refused his commands as the Venusaur stepped over him, broad tongue licking up his chest, leaving behind a dark trail...the Pokémon was slow, but those vines had Nate on edge, he knew if he tried to escape he’d probably be captured again, and maybe more forcefully this time. Pissing off such a big creature when he was naked seemed like a very bad idea...but staying put seemed like a worse one, with an enormous cock nearing his much too inexperienced ass.

Yet, staying put was all he had, because his body still failed to kick into gear until the Venusaur’s big foot was on him, pushing his shoulders down and making him rock up a bit. He shuddered as he felt the pointed tip of the cock poke up against his rear, giving him purchase to push in harder. Nate grimaced as he felt the Venusaur push, the huge bulge at the tip trying to pressure his hole into yielding for him. Resisting at this point was futile; he wasn’t going to get out of this, not without the Venusaur getting his way...he grabbed the Venusaur’s neck, hanging on for dear life and hoping it wouldn’t be as bad as he feared.

It was definitely a strain...the enormity of that bulb was a lot more than what he’d feared, slowly stretching him wider and wider, beyond anything he could’ve imagined. His teeth clenched, and despite his misgivings, he raised himself up just a little bit more, trying to relax himself so that he didn’t get torn open. The Venusaur was grunting and drooling a bit trying to get himself inside, pushing harder and straining enough that Nate was starting to worry...but the he felt the thing start to slide in deeper and faster, the thickest part surpassed and the push getting it well into his body. The strain wasn’t exactly going down, just getting pressed in deeper than it was before...he could feel the pressure inside him, the throb of the cock as it passed into his depths, the heat of it radiating through him. And Nate could do little but quiver and breathe, trying to ease the strain in what little ways he could, and hope that it didn’t get to be too much for him.

Thankfully, the Venusaur didn’t try to get himself all the way inside - that might have been too much for Nate. He stopped about halfway in, and then just started to rock back and forth steadily, pushing and pulling his knob around inside Nate, grunting and groaning in what sounded like pleasure, though Nate didn’t exactly know Venusaur sounds of pleasure all that well. The squirts of thick fluid were another sign, though, he was getting filled up pretty quickly just from the ample amounts of precum being smeared around his bowels...at least they were making the thrusts a bit smoother, but that only meant the strain was getting harder to fight against.

But despite all this, Nate was feeling a heat rise up in him, a flush in his face and a stiffening in his groin. It was like the Venusaur was making him horny in spite of everything...which might have been true, they were Poison-types and he had heard rumors about their chemicals and pheromones having effects on a wide variety of creatures. He couldn’t imagine enjoying this otherwise, other testimonials to the contrary...but he didn’t mind that so much, it at least took a little of the edge off of being stretched out to hell and pounded deep inside his body. And it wasn’t like there was anyone around to be embarrassed about…

Strained moans started to escape his body as he clung tighter to the Venusaur, giving himself up fully to the deep rutting. Considering it wasn’t up to him, his slightly addled head figured he might as well make is easier on himself...and even then, trying to relax himself didn’t yield that much more leeway. The Venusaur maybe pushed a bit deeper, but that thick knob at the end of his cock was finding it harder to move around, and his thrusts were getting shorter and jerkier. They were still more than enough to wage war on Nate’s pleasure buttons, keeping him hard and dribbling himself, his cockhead rubbing against the rough scaly hide of the beast for extra stimulation. It wasn’t that long before he was on the verge of release…

And the Venusaur was nearly there, too. His knot had swelled to the point where he wasn’t actually moving inside Nate so much as moving Nate with him, rocking him back and forth while the immense pressure kept him stationary. It was so much, Nate couldn’t help but squirm around a bit, unknowingly doing just what he had to to finish the Venusaur off...he beat the creature by just a little bit, throwing his head back and moaning out breathlessly as he shot onto the scaly monster’s underside, clenching and twisting with what little motion he had.

The only warning he got was a very low, guttural groaning growl...and then he felt it, a thick glob of seed pulsing HARD into his body. It was hot, hotter than he expected, and so sticky, it felt like it plastered against his insides and stuck fast. And there was way more to stick than he could have predicted...sure, the heavy sack should have been an indication, Venusaurs only swelled up like that when trying to breed, but it still felt more like he was emptying a body’s worth rather than just the product of his balls. And with that knot keeping anything from going back out, it was all getting trapped inside...his moans got a bit louder as he felt his gut start to swell from the load, pushing out and making him look and feel quite bloated. And yet, it didn’t seem to diminish his arousal any...he kept right on shooting until he had nothing left, falling short of the Pokémon by a good bit but emptying more than he could remember emptying before…

Suddenly the Venusaur started to shift. One of his legs crooked under Nate and carried him up with him, the human letting out a little yelp as he tried to adjust. He still hold himself close to the creature, trying not to move much and make things uncomfortable with that huge log in his body...he could hear the reptile make strange sounds, he was still shooting into Nate but his demeanor had changed noticeably, he had gotten a lot calmer and stiller…

Oh, fuck me. He’s asleep.

Nate grimaced at the realization. If these guys fell asleep while still shooting, he wasn’t going anywhere for a while...he tried to relax, his own fatigue was considerable as well, though he was sure it would be hard to sleep with his gut bulging like it was. Yet, somehow, he felt it start to overcome him, and finally he drifted off, still feeling pulses of semen adding to the mass within his body and stretching him further…

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Even in Nate’s dreams, there was no escape. Maybe it was all that was on his mind for a reason, but his dreams featured heavy doses of Venusaur sex. The insane stretch, the rocking rut, the bursts of thick fluid that stuck to his insides...the only difference was that he was even less restrained while asleep, wildly rocking back and reveling in the pleasure, almost mindless in his eager submission. Much different from his waking state, though he wasn’t in much of a state to realize it…

Part of the reason might have been that things were still happening while he was out. He woke up once, with darkness overhead, and not just the night sky - he was being pounded again, that cock having worked itself even deeper into him. Before it had been maybe halfway, now it had breached nearly two-thirds of its length into his bowels. A visceral stretch even tougher than before, but it wasn’t like he was getting out of it...he fell back asleep shortly after the Venusaur released and rolled over again, and after another orgasm of his own. And the amount of his seed coating the Pokémon’s belly and the size and pressure in his rounded gut suggested that that wasn’t just his second…

Nate awoke once more, after yet more single-focus dreams, to the feeling of being dragged around on the ground. Debris scraped against his back, slightly painfully at certain moments, as he was moved around underneath the Venusaur. The creature was pushing him around at first, getting his back scratched up and the pressure in his body even fiercer...then the motions changed, he started to feel him jerk around a bit, pushing him harshly forward and backward. The Venusaur’s grunts were becoming a bit more strained as he did this, and his motions more sharp and impulsive.

Fuck...it’s trying to pull out. And not very gently.

His knot didn’t feel fully swollen anymore, but even in its incomplete state it had still been huge, and Nate’s body had probably relaxed and tightened around it. It was going to be hard to get out...and those jerks probably weren’t going to do anything other than hurt him. Gritting his teeth, he did the only thing he could do: he grabbed onto the Venusaur’s legs and pushed, trying to force himself off of that staff. At first he made good progress, loud sucking squelches ringing out as he extracted inch after inch of Venusaur from his rectum...but his pucker stalled at the knot, refusing to stretch under his own order. He tried to push as hard as he could, but it wasn’t letting go. Ugh, come on...you don’t really want to be stuck on this thing forever, do you?

He gathered up his stretch and pushed once more...and this time the Venusaur jerked back with him. He let out a yell as his hole was forcefully opened wide again and a loud pop signaled the extraction. He fell back on the ground a little roughly, groaning; his ass felt weird, that stretch had really done a number on him, he knew it might be a while before he felt normal again.

Slowly he got the energy back to rise up. The Venusaur was foraging, munching on berries and other foliage, seemingly oblivious to him now. It sounded like a good time to make his exit...not exactly a speedy one, his legs were wobbly and he was off-balance with the hefty bulge in his stomach. He didn’t know how many times the Venusaur had gotten to him over the night, but he was distinctly more swollen than he had been when he’d last gone to sleep, and even more than he thought was physically possible. And it was really stubborn, too...there was some leaking out of him, but it was coming slowly, he could feel that what was draining out was quite sticky and viscous. It would probably take some time for it to break down...maybe he needed to give it some help somehow, but he wasn’t sure how. And he winced as he fingered his ass; it felt out of proportion, loose and stretchy, and he wasn’t sure how long it would be before he went back to normal. If he even could...

Somehow he stumbled his way back to the pond he’d been soaking at. He dropped himself in with a splash, his stomach making a rather nice crest when it hit. Immediately the soothing coolness washed over him...and into him, wetness flushing into his rear and loosening up some of the seed that was sticking into him. Not enough to relieve the pressure yet, but maybe if he soaked there for a while...he wasn’t sure how good this was for him in the long run, but maybe for a little while it would help…

He looked around a little bit, hearing quiet rustles that had him a bit on edge...and that was when he noticed his bag and clothes. Piled near a tree, looking disorderly but undamaged. He let out a weak, wry laugh - he’d almost forgotten about them after all that had happened. Well, I guess that’s one problem solved...

There was still another, though: his stubborn erection. He rubbed it a bit under the water, but he didn’t feel like he could really get it going...he’d been stiff since he woke up, it probably should have died down by now. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember being soft since the Venusaur had started humping him...maybe those chemicals were more persistent than he thought.

But it’s not good to have an erection that doesn’t go down...I guess I should try…

His hand didn’t seem to be doing the trick very well. Maybe he was too relaxed in the water, or too tense with the mass in his gut, or whatever...but one thing did seem to do the trick. An unbidden image of Venusaur standing over him, threatening to push in again...the sickly bittersweet scent of his arousal hanging in the air in his memory...as Nate stroked himself to that image, it started to work, started to stir the pleasure…

But he pulled away, trying to cast the thought out. That seemed counterproductive...he wanted to avoid such thoughts. Didn’t he? Now he wondered a bit, his mind didn’t seem all that averse to the preceding events...maybe part of him wanted more?

What is wrong with me? I just got humped by something too big for me...hell, it was rape, though...it’s not like it really knows what rape is, probably. Either way, I shouldn’t be thinking about this...maybe I just need to rest and clean off, and wait out whatever stuff it used to make me horny. That should take care of it, yeah…

Nate sank lower into the water, letting his mind try to rest and sleep come back to him for a little while. Blissfully unaware of what was in store for him...Venusaurs only mated with one partner during their rutting season, and had ways of ensuring that the partner never strayed far. The chemical signals embedding themselves in his mind would ensure that when he woke up, he’d be desperate for more, crawling back to the Venusaur for another round, and another...and since there couldn’t be any eggs to trigger the end of it, it was going to last right through the end of the rutting period. And if he thought he was stretched before, the subtle changes the chemicals were working on his body were going to ensure a proper hilting in the future, and an even greater swelling. It was going to be a long time before he made proper use of those clothes again…