ABCs, Alphabet Mini Stories 2025

S – Somnophilia

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In His Sleep

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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The Salazzle raised her head from the long grass, tickling lengths stroking against her chest and neck, up under her chin. Darkness flooded the meadow, though that didn’t bother Fern in the slightest, enjoying the peace there and perfectly capable of seeing in the dark. Her tongue flickered against her lips, her dark-skinned body painted with pink markings, though there was no artistry to her in that manner.

No… Fern was different. She licked her lips as she crept along the ground, slinking through the long grass without even ruffling it, for her presence and passage did not need to be noted in that manner. She moved as if she was one with the world around her and she poked her head out at the Mudsdale sleeping at the foot of the cliff.

It should have been a well-protected spot and the Pokemon had chosen it well. But he was vulnerable in sleep to those with subtler wiles as the Salazzle crept up on him with the tip of her tail curling gently back and forth.

“Mmm… Perfect.”

Again, she licked her lips, the flick of it dragging sensually between them and to the corner of her mouth before disappearing once more. He was fine, an equine-type Pokemon in his prime, all brawn and bulk and muscle with a thick neck and a bristling, chunky mane. And she only needed a taste, desire coursing through her in a manner Fern simply could never refuse.

Ah, but the Salazzle had to be quiet, she had to be peaceful. She had to take every single moment as it came, sliding across the shorter grass in the small clearing at the foot of the cliff until she was curling up around his hooves. The Mudsdale slept on his side with his legs stretched out, which left him beautifully exposed to her. A thick sheath hid his shaft, but the heavy, round balls rested under him, begging her attention.

It would take extremely little for her to coax out the beast of his cock, though the Salazzle slotted herself in carefully between his forelegs and his hind legs, not touching any part of the Mudsdale she didn’t have to. It would not do to have him wake before she was done with him, though her fine claws traced over his sheath gently.

“Unff…”

The Mudsdale, whose name, of course, she could not have known, grunted in his sleep, but he was, thankfully, fare from the world of the waking. That let her tease him a little more, running the smooth side of her curved claws along the velvety span of his sheath, letting him thicken up inside.

It would take more than that to have his shaft out and fully hard, though Fern handled him almost lovingly – though not quite. It was with a tenderness that she ran her claws delicately over his nuts, gently resting under his balls, weighing and holding his sack gently so she could test his reactions. Playing with his balls didn’t seem to elicit as much of a reaction as she had wanted, but his sheath was soft and delicate, drawing her attention.

Her head slithered in quietly, as if she was more snake-like than a reptile-type Pokemon, fire flickering inside her. Yet Fern would not breathe any flames there, not as she lapped over his sheath, tempted by the first swell of his shaft pressing from his sheath.

“Mmm…”

She let out a soft sound of appreciation, but still kept her voice low enough that she would not disturb him. The emerging length of his large cock kept her attention and she curled her tongue around the girth sensually, as if she was drawing him up and hard to his full length with the pull of her tongue alone.

He was exquisite, just as delicious as she had imagined him tasting when she had first scented the Mudsdale from a distance. She fought down the urge to hum contentedly as she drew his cock out and hard, the thick length filling out to show off a medial ring and a flatter tip that was common with his type of Pokemon. That said, the Salazzle had enjoyed all kinds of cocks and his would most certainly not be her last.

The night closed sweetly around her, though it could not possibly shroud Fern entirely from her molestation of the Mudsdale. Her claws traced up the length of his shaft, careful of the sharp points, but his meat was there for her to enjoy.

She lapped around the head of his cock, feeling every curve and dip in the shape of him. Even when she played her tongue luxuriously over the head of his cock, the flat tip, she felt the soft indent there that denoted where his hole was, as small as it was in the grand scheme of things. That was not her focus, however, as she opened her mouth wide and seductively took his firm member into her mouth.

He was even better like that and she swallowed lightly around him as she pressed her head down, taking that length of cock deeper and deeper, teasing into the back of her throat. A gag reflex was not something any Salazzle had to worry about, after all, as she swallowed gently around him, stimulating the length of his dick, even then, with her throat.

Yet she didn’t hold him in her throat for very long at all, instead bobbing her head slowly back and forth, savouring every second she got to spend with the Mudsdale. Her tongue lapped and flicked around him, testing just how much of his cock it could wrap around – but there were limits to everything, even with a Salazzle.

She groaned around him, allowing those subtle vibrations to travel down into his cock and his groin, stimulating him more deeply still. The Mudsdale quivered so very beautifully for her she couldn’t stand it, even in his sleep. There were those light twitches in his flanks, running up and through his hindquarters, everything he held back solely because of his slumber.

He grunted more loudly and chewed the air, licking his lips, and she froze for a moment. Had she pushed things too far? Was the other Pokemon going to wake up? She was fortunate, however, in that he settled down again, his subconscious mind perhaps putting any manner of mild disturbance due to the stirring of night air around him. There was something of a breeze down there, even at the foot of the cliff, and it licked pleasantly at the Salazzle’s skin as she pressed herself even closer to him.

Her tail lay softly over one of his legs, there in case she needed to be alerted to him moving and waking up, but the Salazzle really had nothing to worry about. He was as out for the count as it was possible for a Mudsdale to be without actually fainting – and that was not something Fern wanted. She wanted him healthy and well, not vulnerable.

Well, there was something to be said about taking advantage of his vulnerability in slumber, of course, but the Salazzle wasn’t thinking about that. She was too busy lapping over the head of his cock and then sinking down once more to bob her head along the length, taking in more and more inches as she did so. Even her body had its limits, however, and her clawed hands skilfully gripped the meat of his length that she could not fit inside her mouth.

Fern could not quite say why she sought sleeping Pokemon in quite that way, seducing and molesting them time after time again, but it was her way. Since she did no harm, the Salazzle was not about to change. Not as his cock throbbed so wonderfully in her mouth, pulsing with life as a thick, creamy drop of pre-cum splattered on to her tongue.

“Mmm…”

She hummed faintly and drank it down, her head tipping back the fraction it was able with his cock still in her mouth. Fern didn’t want to let the Mudsdale go for even a second, becoming greedy in the moment as she swallowed around him, saliva rendering the path of his cock in her maw slick and needy.

Yet she wanted more than that still and there had to be a treat in store for her: the grand finale of using another Pokemon, a potentially willing body, in that way. There was still something seductive in the slumbering rise and fall of his flank, how he stretched out his forelegs lightly and twitched in his sleep, none the wise as to what the Salazzle was doing.

She panted and pulled back, his cock springing free from her mouth in a wet slurp, though Fern didn’t give it a second thought. Her clawed hands ran up and down his cock, the smooth skin pulling along with her for a fraction of a moment, though she did not press too hard. Even then, the Salazzle didn’t want to make him cum too quickly, savouring the moment and the experience she got to drink down for herself.

Her tail curled up softly and scooped under his balls, merely feeling all the weight of the seed inside that was just for her, the Mudsdale none the wiser what was being done to him. In fact, the Pokemon seemed to be having a rather excellent dream as his ears twitched and his eyes roamed beneath softly lowered lids.

Still, it was time for Fern to claim her prize and even she knew she could not drag things out forever, as much as she enjoyed her time with the Mudsdale, letting the moment sink into her. Her tongue flicked playfully over and around the head of his cock, scooping behind the developing flare as it plumped out solely for her pleasure. She could almost feel the rumbling need growing in his body, that feral urge every Pokemon had in them to breed, to release – and to take all that was theirs by right.

He shuddered bodily and she knew she didn’t have much time left, not as she locked her lips around the head of his cock and pressed her lips around him as much as she was able. She didn’t have the flexibility in her mouth that some Pokemon did, but it was enough as her tongue swept and pulled around him, begging him for his seed. It was not in the Mudsdale’s nature, of course, to deny her such a thing as his hind end tensed, knowing what it needed to do even in sleep.

She was ready for it when his cock twitched and throbbed within her mouth, the flare pumped up all the way. He let out a broken, throaty nicker that was muffled with slumber, cock jerking within her mouth as the first throb of cum poured down the length. Her heart sang and she stabilised his cock between both of her clawed hands, cradling him carefully even as she stroked rapidly up and down, wanting every single drop he was willing to give her. Nothing less would do.

Yet it was Fern who got to drink it all down as shot after shot of virile Mudsdale seed splattered into her maw and, when she pressed down deeper again, down her throat. Fern swallowed reflexively, not wanting to waste his unwitting gift to her, streams of seed pouring down her throat. She gulped around him, a trickle of cum drooling from the corner of her lips on one side, but she didn’t care. She had everything she wanted, everything she craved, and there was no way anyone could take that away from her.

Still, the stream of cum had to slow at some point and she lapped his cock tip as it tapered off, the length softening a little in the aftermath. But that was not for Fern to deal with as she laid his length down against his belly and the grass, taking care not to disturb him with a belly full of seed.

“I’ll be back another night,” she promised the unknowing Pokemon, licking off her lips. “And you better have more for me.”

Slipping away into the night, the Salazzle smirked, having got exactly what she’d come for.