Katia's Adventure, ch. 2
Story by FestivalGrey on SoFurry
A continuation of the previous one! This is also based off of the comic "wandering is a terrible sin" by my friend honeyhardcandy on FurAffinity, with the thumbnail also made by them. Unlike part 1, which is more or less a pure adaptation of the original comic, this is an expansion in which I explored what might come... after. >:3c
How long had she spent here in the jungle? She no longer knew. It all bled together, like a sweet and hazy dream…
Master had been true to its word, caring for her in the morning. She had fruit and berries and nuts to eat, and a gentle stream to bathe in, and more nectar to drink. Always, always the nectar, dribbling down and cupped in Master’s fronds, or sweetly suckled from Master’s tongue. The nectar’s spice made her whole body electric, sent the sweet lavender aroma pulsing even heavier through her brain, and left her wet and whining.
And Master was always more than happy to sate…
How Master enjoyed exploring her, and how she enjoyed being explored; Master’s vines and tongue probed into her, satiating the burn that gnawed at her depths, and Katia was happy to arch her back and send her moans caterwauling through the jungle air. Master liked it when she moaned and praised her for it, rewarding her with more sweet nectar and with long, lazy, luxurious fucks, the vines slowly grinding in and out of her pussy while she nestled sleepily in its fronds.
The days had bled into weeks, and Katia did not care how long she spent in Master’s care, because Master’s care and Master’s touch were all she needed…
And then, one morning, something weird had happened. There had been a curious weight in her tummy—not uncomfortable but unfamiliar. She frowned at it, sometimes poking at her stomach in between sessions where she exulted in Master’s attentions, and she found herself ravenous, hungry for more fruit and nuts than before. She had found her movements sluggish in general since joining with Master, but now she found herself even more languid, snoozing throughout the day.
She figured the feeling would go away but it didn’t, and as it settled into Katia her belly started to grow and Master looked at her with undisguised delight and tenderness, and one day Katia woke, cradled in their vines, and realized out of the blue that she was carrying Master’s child.
She cradled her still-modest belly in wonder, idly brushing her hands along it, and the vines surrounding her had shifted and Master’s enormous, familiar face had come to her out of the dark.
Are you happy, my little pet? Master had told her, the words driving at her through scents and sensations. Its slick tendrils coiled delicately around her thighs, making her squirm. This is an honor bestowed to no human or pokemon before… the honor of being the mate to the lord of the jungle.
“Mas… ter…” Katia said, looking up at the one who cared for her with bliss. “I’m so… happy…”
As am I, pet. More vines approached her slick and needy pussy. Let me show you how happy I make you.
And Master’s attentions left her moaning through the night.
As days rushed past like water in a stream, Master’s pet watched her belly grow, and before long she felt the new life squirming within. Sometimes she was left a writhing, whimpering mess as the activity of her young stoked her inner fire to such a degree that even Master couldn’t sate it, and the great Carnivine was content to hoist their breeder in the air, dangling her loosely from vines as she turned over on herself, sobbing with need that couldn’t be sated.
Katia was taking in more and more fruit and nuts, and especially more nectar; she gulped it down several times a day, and sometimes the sheer amount Master pushed on her left her feeling even heavier than her offspring did. She didn’t mind, however, as the nectar always brought a woozy delightedness that persisted long after its consumption.
As the day approached, her breasts began to swell and ache, as she knew they would, and one day they began to dribble liquid—and she gasped in surprise. The liquid wasn’t white but a pale lavender—she was producing new nectar for Master’s child.
Lovely, came Master’s praise, the tip of a great frond gently tickling her tummy. I knew you could do it.
“I’m… I’m so proud to…” she responded.
She perceived the sensation of a chuckle through the scented haze, the lavender flowers more vibrant than ever. I know you are, my little thing. Who are you?
“I am… Master’s pet…” she answered dutifully. It was hard to remember her old name—Katia—sometimes, and on occasion she failed to grasp it for minutes at a time. Because she was Master’s pet, after all: the mate, the breeder, the plaything to the lord of the jungle. Such roles seemed far more important than some arbitrary human appellation.
You are, little pet. You are. And the vines laid her back as Master’s great tongue lapped at her folds and made her sing.
The day arrived, and Master aided her by spraying pollen and filling her with nectar, sending her in such a haze that the act of birth barely registered; when she finally climbed out she was finished, a Carnivine the size of a human child nestled against her body.
Well done, said Master with no small degree of pride, and despite her aching exhaustion, Katia glowed at it. He needs nectar. Dutifully, she gently picked up the little pokemon and raised it to her breast, where it lapped at the pale liquid seeping from her.
The sensation of her baby nursing was like a wave slapping the shore—regular, delicate, and yet strangely powerful in its inexorableness. Katia leaned back with a contented sigh, fluttering on the line between sleep and wakefulness.
Master’s vines curled around her, the lavender flowers smelling sweet and making her mind dance with possibility.
You did well, they told her, and she burned with pride.
“Can I… do it again…?” she managed to get out.
Oh, you will. And not just to me. There are others in the jungle who pay me fealty… their numbers thin, and I have promised to help them. You’ve proven loyal… fertile… you shall aid them on my behalf.
Suddenly the mind of Master’s pet was filled with visions: herself, laying with Passimian, fucked by Toxicroak, pinned and rutted by singing Swellow, and others—so many jungle pokemon. And in each of these visions, her belly always, always swelled dutifully, giving young to them that they might not fade away.
But the visions showed that she always came back to Master, who tended to her gently and who cradled her with affection and care and other, lustier acts. And Katia settled back, anticipatory and excited at what the future would bring, as her pokemon offspring cradled against her—the first, she thought, of many.