Dewgong's Breeding Habits
Story by FestivalGrey on SoFurry
A nameless female researcher, upset at her lack of progress in regards to researching Dewgong mating, decides to take matters in her own hands.
Let’s just say it works better than intended.
The last of three pieces written for princessyiris in 2018.
“N-no,” she grunted. Her torso was flat against the snowbank, pinned stomach-side-down. The warm weight of Dewgong above her pressed her down, keeping her totally unable to move. The creature was heavier than it looked; no matter how she scrabbled against the ground, her hands trying to seek purchase to drag herself free, she was well and truly pinned. “Y-you can’t… Please, stop!”
If Dewgong understood her, or cared about what she had to say, he gave no indication. Using his horn, he had torn a small hole for access in her pants, and now the cold seeped through it, biting at her vulnerable pussy. But she could feel his great weight maneuvering on top of her, bringing his insistent hardness lower and lower. It was mating season and this particular Dewgong had been frustrated by a lack of females.
“I know I smell like one, but I’m not!” she protested. She’d wanted to get close to observe their mating habits, but the aggressive Dewgong had prevented her from getting too close. Frustrated that she might possibly miss her chance and blow all of her research opportunities, she’d injected herself with a hormone that was produced by female Dewgong in heat, hoping it would change her smell. Though it had made her feel funny—light headed and with a hot sensation in her loins—it had worked. The males had let her get close.
Too close.
She tensed and squealed as his hot, wet prick suddenly teased the entrance to her pussy. “Please,” she moaned, “I don’t want to mate with a pokemon, I don’t want to, I’m begging you!”
Dewgong gave a low rumble of pleasure.
“Please, just let me g—aaaahhhhnnnngggg! Aahh-ahhn! Fuck, no, noooooooo—hnnnnnngggghhh!” She arched her head and wailed. Without preamble, the Dewgong had shoved himself into her. His massive cock spread her open, making her tremble with unwanted sensitivity. The Ice-type purred, rolling his hips and relishing the way she shuddered as his cock spread around inside of her. The heat from her loins—which had been everpresent ever since she’d injected herself with that stupid hormone—spiked, driving her almost mad with lust. Her heart hammered at what felt like a million beats a second, driven by a mixture of adrenaline, fear, and sheer unadulturated lust.
“I’m a researcher, not s-some pokemon sl-slut—ohhhhhhhh fuck, nn-ngh!” Her protestations were cut off as the Dewgong began rutting her, his massive cock pushing in farther and farther and farther. She keened as his tip pressed against her cervix. “Not there—please n-not there—ahhhhhnnnnn, hnnnngggh!”
Still pinning her, the Dewgong leaned in close, his soft white fur tickling the back of her neck, and he started humping her in earnest. She panicked as she felt the base of his cock swell within her. “Y-you’re knotting already?! No—no, wait, you—”
It was too late. The knot was full, and now it would serve its intended purpose.
Cum flooded into her, making her squeal. She felt it gush through her cervix, filling her womb. The heat in her loins—that stupid hormone!!—spiked, flushing her with pleasure so fierce her eyelids fluttered as she fought to stay conscious. She was vaguely aware that she herself was cumming.
It seemed never ending. Dewgong flooded into her for what seemed minutes on end, and when it was finally done, her womb was taut and stretched. She couldn’t see her own torso due to being pinned, but she ventured with one hand and felt her belly ballooning slightly with his cum. He’d truly filled her up.
The heat in her loins had died down a bit into something more manageable, though it was still present. In the back of her mind—behind the humiliation of being fucked by a pokemon, the rage she felt at Dewgong for forcing himself on her, and the sheer light-headedness of the pleasure his attentions had brought her—she wondered just how she could get rid of it.
But all of that flew out the window when Dewgong, still knotted to her, turned and began dragging himself off—and her with him.
“W-wait!” she protested. “Where… where are you taking me!”
She’d come here to study Dewgong breeding habits—and she’d learned more than she’d ever thought she could.
Male Dewgong took their partners to their dens. They fucked them relentlessly. Mercilessly. There were dozens of positions they forced their females into.
She found this all out firsthand.
Of course, mating season ran its cycle, and he eventually let her go—around the same time the heat in her loins finally went away. She wandered back in a haze, leaving the frozen environment, hoping to put this all behind her. She made it back home, resumed life in the lab, and compiled a report on Dewgong breeding habits. She almost thought she could forget about the whole ordeal.
But then her belly started to swell.
She tried to write it off as nothing. False positives. Weird chemical imbalances from the injection. That sort of thing. But the ultrasound confirmed: she was carrying baby Seel.
Injecting that hormone into her had been more effective than she’d thought.
The others in her lab were more than happy to help her carry her young to term. She was quickly taken off the project (“too close,” they told her) and turned into a subject. She carried them miserably, feeling the little Seel coursing in her womb, and when she finally birthed them, she was swollen and heavy and ready for it to be done.
And then, a few weeks after birth, the heat returned.
She tried to ignore it, but it got worse. And worse. And when her co-workers found out…
Well, after that, she became one of the most prolific members of that laboratory—but not in the role she’d had in mind for herself. Some people just weren’t cut out for being researchers, it seemed; but they were damn excellent at bearing baby pokemon.
And around the fourth or fifth pregnancy, she even started to like it.