A Chemical Mishap - A 'Male Reader x Pokémon' Fanfic

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A Chemical Mishap - A 'Male Reader x Pokémon' Fanfic

Post by ConcernedGamer » Mon Jun 24, 2019 1:28 pm

This here is my first mock of a non-crossover Pokémon fanfic, titled A Chemical Mishap, starring you. No, really, this is a 'Male Reader x Pokémon' fanfic, with the narration performing a second-person point of view, putting the reader of the story in the role of the protagonist. I knew of this Reader Protagonist genre for a long while, and first now tried looking into it, finding it just as pointless and disappointing as I expected it would be for me. Maybe someone indulges this over other forms of narration, but I don't see a point to the format, unless we are talking about Choose Your Own Adventure stories, wherein you actually have choice in how the story unfolds. But in a fanfic like this, you are stuck being told who you are, what you do, and what you sense. And I'll hold it in high scrutiny, and play off on that angle too, because I consider immersion to be a story's prime aspect. The fact that this particular fanfic is also nothing but smut featuring bestiality with fantasy animals is kind of important too, but I'm sure that was the least surprising part for anyone. Let's just get to it. Here's Chapter 1.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Reading this fanfic, that is.

That was really all you could say in your defense as hindsight kicked you in the ass and your vision blurred.

Two sentences in and you're already blacking out? Man, you suck at this game.

The Pokemart had begun to carry items called "Max Attract", promising through the use of pheromones to lure Pokemon in rather than draw them away, which you thought would, in theory, let you catch some of the trickier and more gun shy Pokemon out there.

You'd also have thought that they would have tried to change open carry laws for Pokémon trainers before skipping straight to making a 'Max' version of the opposite of a Repel.

And it was a good idea, until you spritzed it in the air and found yourself running away from a horde of Pokemon who charged toward you not like they were curiously seeking out what the smell was, but like they were a Tauros and you were covered head to toe in red.

What you didn't know was that spraying it into the air was the equivalent of using it as a deodorant, letting you be chased far away from the place you did it at.

You're still dizzy and disoriented.

Yeah, thanks for noticing.

They drive you down to the floor, your legs having no hope of carrying you away from the Pokemon in time, and against the horde of creatures rushing toward you, throwing out one of your own to defend you would have been futile.

How bold of the narrator to assume you haven't already Nuzlocked the shit out of them all.

There was no good way to handle it, but it still stands to reason that you fucked up, as slowly your senses return to the forefront and you wonder if you're about to be mauled by a mob of furious wild Pokemon or not.

You also considered wondering how many other hapless Pokémart shoppers this was happening to across the region, but then you remembered that you don't have free will to do so.

You certainly don't seem to be.

In fact, as your vision slowly fills in, the mob standing over you seems to have other things entirely on their mind.

They are debating who is supposed to go first and whether this still counts as a random encounter.

The Sylveon who drove you to the ground stands atop you, her ribbon bow feelers brushing along your thighs. Your bare thighs. Why the ever loving fuck are your thighs bare?

Are you just going to let the author insult your kilt-wearing preferences like that?

You try to ask that, but only a groan manages to leave your lips, as you see a Lucario holding the tattered remains of a pair of jeans, and an Absol has the tattered parts of your boxers in her mouth, biting down on them and leaving you realize you're missing more than just pants.

The tattered remains of your genitals is in a third Pokémon's grasp, because that's what happens when you get your shit tattered instead of undressing.

"What are you doing?" you ask, trying to pull yourself up and swat them away with your hand, but as you start to rise, a feathered foot presses against your chest and shoves you back down to the ground. Up a long, lean leg, your eyes trail to find a Blaziken standing over you, shaking her head and refusing to let you pull yourself from the ground.

Whenever the author is done addressing his lust-transformed, mommy-dom bird fantasy figure's talon-bearing toes as being feathered feet, he'll let you know that the safe-word for this fanfic is 'rape'.

Furry hands brush along our cock,

I mean, sure, you can join in too if you feel like it, author.

making you groan as you look back down to see a Braixen and a Lopunny fondling you.

Which Route is this shit happening on?!

The soft fur covering their hands almost takes, makes you twist and laugh a bit as your cock begins to guiltily rise, and the conflicting sensations and utter nonsense of what's happening do almost nothing to help assure you of the chaos you're suddenly in the midst of. This doesn't make any sense;

Hey, that's my line.

these Pokemon looked like they wanted to drag you to the ground and tear you apart moments ago, but now they're undressing and fondling you? You want to complain, but the feeling of Braixen cupping your balls is a stark reminder of how fucking long it's been.

"What do you want with me?" you ask,

You are kind of slow and dimwitted, thinking the cock-fondling merely accidental to the whole scenario, I'm sure you have noticed.

but you receive no response as a Goodra walks over to you, bending forward over you and spitting onto your cock. The gooey, pink substance splashes onto your skin and for a moment, confusion only makes you panic even harder, fearing you've just been hit by some kind of acid,

Which would be weird, since Goodras can't learn that move.

but there's no burning, no pain, just a... A coolness. Not much, just a tiny bit. It makes you throb, leaving you feeling rigid and aching,

But not much, huh? They could have tickled you with a feather for the same effect, apparently.

and it's only then when you finally understand what's going on in some twisted way, as the Goodra's goo begins to take effect. You've heard about the local Goodra secreting aphrodisiacs during mating season, using them on their partners to prolong sexual stamina and keep each other active through long, intense mating sessions.

It was very convenient that an Old Man wouldn't want you to pass through this particular local area without being force-fed that particular made-up factoid, especially considering that aphrodisiac must be consumed to actually affect someone, but since your dick is somehow a sponge that got that whole 'inflated by redirected blood' thing backwards, it all just comes together so logically. And we might be on Kalos, unless the author doesn't care and only let's his fetish list dictate the rape-roster, but what are the odds of that, honestly?

And you're pretty sure she just marked you for a while to come.

"Oh come the fuck on," you groan, twisting nervously as you watch them all eyeing you excitedly. "It's mating season, isn't it? And you don't want to kill me, you want to--oh Arceus, you can't be serious. I'm a human!"

And so, the Pokémon stopped and the fanfic ended, due to your short glimpse of clarity, as it certainly was never your intent to read this just to get off to a bestiality fantasy.

But they all seem to ignore it as Goodra waddles a few steps forward before she parks herself right down on your lap. You groan as six and a half feet of gooey dragon woman slams herself down right onto your cock.

The accurate Pokédex knowledge being fed to you, as you are being forced to pork the slug dragon as the first during this scene, only made you that much more erect.

She's heavy, but the weight is the least of your concerns as the sensation hits you. The tightness. The warmth.

The Poké-STDs.

The feeling of Goodra's primed and desperate pussy clenching around your cock. You can't help but groan and twist as she envelops your dick. Her pussy is like no other,

Sweet! A shiny!

a certain gooiness to it that adds a bizarre kind of texture, wet like nothing you've felt before.

Don't make me drag out the virgin jokes for this, author, that's too easy.

Goodra bounces feverishly atop you, moaning as gets some surprising force in the heaving thrusts atop you. It's immediate and frantic, which seems only right for a Pokemon in such intense heat, but you can hardly believe your eyes at the pure speed she's getting, almost enough to throw your head out of orientation.

Good thing your pelvis happens to have type-resistance, otherwise you would probably have fainted at this point.

But one thing that isn't completely troubled is the feeling of her greedy pussy clenching down around your cock, leaving you groaning as the pure sensation washes over you. It's more than you were expecting to have to handle, and it's blindingly pleasurable.

Though you are completely paralyzed with this pure sensation that's blindingly pleasurable, you somehow still know what's going on for the rest of it and can act independently of it. Imagine that.

As she works her way up and down your cock with desperate purpose, the other girls gathered around you begin to descend upon you, so eager, so hungry.

They reduced you to a pile of bones in the matter of minutes.

Hands grab at your shirt as Lopunny pushes it up, and lips and hands begin to caress you, showering you in aching, antsy affection.

Look, dude, have your fetishes all you want, but is it really my job to remind you that your wai-furry is supposed to have paws?

You're almost certain these are all female Pokemon,

Because the author sort of assumed you were into that and rigged it so no male-only species were summoned by your magic anti-repel. Imagine the poor sucker in the safari zone stuck with a pack of Tauros.

and they're starting to rub against you now, seeking the warmth and closeness of your touch at any cost and to any degree they can, letting out needy whines and mewls as they beg for you.

Because this is not at all about instinctual breeding, but about pleasure. Until it's about breeding again, whenever the author has to mention another excuse for the event transpiring.

At least, that's what you think it is; you're still not fully sure, but the way they they move certainly implies as much.

Because if we address them as anything else than animals without the ability of giving consent, the bestiality angle wouldn't be quite as exquisite.

Sylveon presses down against your shin, her puffy, hot mound dragging wetly along the bony ridge in your leg, while Lopunny grabs your hand and shoves it between her legs, letting out a pleading whine.

What can you except give her what she needs?

Oh, just perfect, you are in the middle of a gang-rape and the author is being apologetic about it.

You can't believe you're actually doing this, but you start to finger her, pressing your digits in deep and rocking them steadily in and out to the vocal delight of the fluffy Pokemon. As you do so, Absol presses kisses into your chest and drags her wet tongue along the skin, her soft fur brushing along your skin as well. Some of the others linger about and simply watch, but one gets incredibly bold, almost as bold as Goodra.

A Machamp is about to give you a handjob like you couldn't even imagine.

Braixen climbs onto your face, pinning it down to the ground and quite forcefully saying something that of course you can't understand, but one thing you can understand is the way her puffy, dripping cunt presses right up to your lips. There's no language barrier to having a girl sit on your face,

I still don't think that give me any bonuses to my Duolingo score.

and as your other hand reaches for you, you find yourself grabbing hold of her perky little butt, pulling her in a little bit as you start to lick up and down her slit.

This is so insane.

Why do I feel like we both are saying the same thing but aren't actually in agreement, author?

It would be easy to dismiss this as a dream that simply wasn't happening, if not for the fact that everything feels so intense, three aching twats in desperate heat holding onto your cock, your fingers, and your tongue, proving too palpable and real for you to shrug off any of it.

Had you lost the sensation of touch, however, shrugging off this entire thing is surely what you would have done.

This is actually happening; you're being mobbed by a horde of horny female Pokemon who want to use you as the means to quell their aching need to breed.

Dude, isn't spelling out the specific fantasy that this entire chapter's premise is based on only going to break the immersion that much more?

And you may be sure that there's no way you can actually breed them yourself, but if they're so desperate for your cum, well...

Well, when the author puts it like that, it's almost sounds like you are supposed to be some closeted Poképheliac and this is just all a giant convenient turn of events.

It has been a while. A long while. This may not be ideal, but it's better than nothing, right?

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Is it me, or do you also get the feeling that the author doesn't want to stop insinuating how pathetic he thinks you are for reading this story in the first place?

Or maybe it is ideal, as the out of this world experience of having your lap ridden hard by a Goodra and feeling all of the bizarre sensations that came from the messy dragon and her sloppy pussy is more than enough to push you quicker and quicker toward orgasm.

That isn't even 'Doesn't matter, had sex' territory. This is leading in for the author presenting a counter-argument against it all and then just saying 'Whatever, you're going to finish real quick because of this freaky shit, which you are totally not into'.

It's almost embarrassing how close you feel already as you throw your focus behind sucking on Braixen's adorable little clit and pumping three digits rapidly in and out of Lopunny's twat.

Yeah. Almost. Sure.

It's so much to take in all at once, and it only gets worse as the Kirlia reaches for your other hand and begins to suck on your fingers, all while Absol continues to kiss you all over, now up to your collarbone as the big, fluffy white feline lies atop you.

Because the one quadruped dog that's present and the sudden appearance of Gardevoir's jailbait stage both find it likely that they can mate through these methods. Is the only reason that the mob of Pokémon wasn't described in full to begin with, because the author knew he'd have to keep stroking and inject more variety when his dick got bored?

She's got you pinned down quite well. You've never been under this much attention from a horde of women before,

Technically they do give you enough attention to swipe left, though.

a dizzying experience as your face and your and your fingers are all bounced on eagerly by desperate Pokemon in heat.

And not a male Pokémon for miles have even considered being drawn to this no doubt smelly orgy of mating pheromone-producing females. I guess they are just stuck back where the Attract was sprayed or something.

Under far too much pressure and stress to handle, you lose control, and there doesn't feel like any shame in that as Goodra howls in delight, the warning signs of your cock twitching within her walls, surprising tight for such a large Pokemon as they greedily cling around your cock. You fire off your load into her, and the feeling of the cum that she has so greedily sought becomes too much for her as she screams in delight, cumming in delight atop your cock. She milks your orgasm out efficiently, leaving you groaning and twisting as you pant into the drooling pussy lips of the equally orgasmic Braixen.

It's a wonder you are even breathing at this point, or can hear what's going on around you while wearing a very unconventional and clingy pelt-cap over your head.

Her pussy tastes sweet, which is a good thing

What were the odds that it wouldn't for this whole-sale furry porn fantasy?

because as she climaxes, she's a gushing mess, spraying her clear nectar onto your lips and your nose, not to mention running freely into your mouth. She rides you hold, yelling and holding tightly onto your head as she keeps you firmly in place no matter how wildly she's riding you.

Come on, author, I'm sure you can mention her grip more than four times in a single sentence.

It's intoxicating, and you feel almost drunk as you swallow all of it.

Congratulations, you're now pregnant. If the author can address these fantasy animals to have orgasms like humans, I might as well join in with my own crypto-biology.

By contrast, the meek whines and the way Lopunny humps your fingers feels almost muted and subtle as she squirts all over your hand.

The three all pull away, seeming a little bit more elated as they purr and shiver, not getting too far away from you, but at least with Braixen off of your face, you get a clear view of the Pokemon involved.

Post-orgasm clarity can make even the worst author realize, that he should probably seed his readers an incentive to not just leave this story in the dust half-way through.

You never really thought yourself much of a Pokephile, but this is by far a Pokephile's dream come true;

Because when you feel an urge to fuck animals, let's stick to those that the author finds to have sexual aesthetic, I guess. Alright, lay it on me, what's on the fap-folio top ten list?

in addition to the Goodra, Braixen, and Lopunny that you just got off are the Absol atop you, the Kirlia sucking on your fingers, the Sylveon humping your leg, and the onlookers Blaziken, Ninetales, and Zoroark. Nine Pokemon, all gorgeous in some strange way you're coming to understand, and all completely consumed with a need for your cock.

A cock, author. If I'm even supposed to indulge this scenario in my mind with a human setting, this is still a case of fate's roulette wheel determining who's a gang of strangers' disposable dildo for the day.

Absol fumbles about as she moves atop you, slipping from her coming-in-from-the-side angle of kissing along your neck to lick her way up to your lips, giving you the kind of sloppy open mouthed kiss that seems to be the only way a Pokemon with her mouth even can kiss.

It's called a muzzle, author. You'd think a person with your taste would know the word.

As she does so, she straightens herself out and slams herself down onto your cock.

I'll just refrain from even trying to visualize how the hell a canine engages in a cowgirl position while smooching you, because I'd not trust common sense to return any time soon.

"Fuck, you're tight!" is the first thing you've yelled in a while now, and it feels like words have finally returned to you.

The author had forgotten that cheesy dialogue was a staple for these kinds of fanfics. Let's get cringey!

Goodra, at six and a half feet, was a surprisingly snug fit for your cock, but the much smaller Absol feels like a dream as her velvety twat stretches out around your cock. She's whining along with you, clearly agreeing with you entirely as she licks along your cheek. "I... Oh, Arceus, I'm in this for the long haul, aren't I? Fuck it, let's do this."

You could use your small reprieve to let out your Pokémon just to make sure you aren't fucked to death, but that would mean too many dicks in the orgy for the author's preferences. I'm also pretty sure by now that they don't exist.

You reach a hand down to hold onto Absol at the base of her tail and start to guide her to fuck you.

She moans in appreciation right up in your face as she rocks herself up and down, holding tightly to you. Each push down brings her soft fur to brush along your body, and it feels exciting to let all of that course delightfully through you. As she does so, she's licking up Braixen's pussy juices off of your face, clearly even more elated by the taste than you are. Why? Who the fuck knows.

Ah, the just-don't-think-about-it school of writing. I have become quite acquainted with it.

You feel all sense of wonder, worry, and even curiosity begin to melt away as you lean into the tailspin of this madness and indulge in the pleasure.

You feel a whole lot of other emotions melt away, too, since the author only bothers to mention you had them in retrospect.

Sylveon is still grinding on your thigh, and although your face is taken up, other parts of you aren't. Kirlia is done sucking on your fingers now, and she guides your hand down with her as she kneels on the ground, wrapping her thighs around the hand and urging you to fingerfuck her. You do without a shred of hesitation now, briefly looking over to the delicate psychic type with a smile.

You then remembered that as a psychic type, you'd probably be able to fist it without a problem, since it takes half damage from fighting moves.

Looking over to the other side, you see that Goodra has been swarmed by Zoroark and Blaziken, who feverishly eat her pussy out in search of the cum you've pumped into her twat. This is all so surreal, but now it feels completely without shame, as your hips rock up off of the ground and you thrust into Absol's incredibly tight, almost dreamy pussy.

The quality of the pussy has degraded over time, so now the aforementioned dreamy pussy is reduced to 'almost'.

You're into this now in ways that are probably more fucked up than you have the mental faculties at the moment to understand, but fuck it.

Geez, dude, you are only sticking your dick into wild animals that are even less capable of judgement than normally, you're not bearing witness to an eldritch horror.

"Come at me any way you like," you tell the Pokemon,

Alright, Ninetails use Tail Whip, let's get freaky!

groaning as you ease your leg up a little bit to press tighter against Sylveon's puffy twat, hearing the Eeveelution moan in delight as you do so. She seems so happy to be there. They all do.

Up until now, you had a feeling that at least one of them would rather be at the Day Care with a Ditto, but the author was thankfully upfront about the single purpose these bimbos with fur exists in this reality he wrote for you.

You don't know how this eclectic mix has been wandering around without a male to handle their urges for them, but the apparent loss of wild area males is now your amazing, sinful gain.

Dude, if you are going to nonstop point out all the plot holes and passive aggressively kink-shame the intended reader, what am I supposed to do?

Absol doesn't last long on your cock, but with the incredible clenching sensation tight around you, you don't either. She yells something that's probably super impassioned in her language as she cums on your cock, shoving her tongue into your mouth as her inner walls greedily beg you for cum.

For someone who can't even sense or decipher tone nor syllables of animals speaking nothing but bits of their own name, you seem awfully fluent in pussy.

And you give it to her, groaning as you cum deep into her desperate hole, and creampie her too. Sylveon cums seconds later, leaving your leg sticky with all of her juices as she pulls up off of you, hardly seeming satisfied, but then, even Goodra and Absol don't look 'done' and they've even gotten their cum fix. Haven't they?

What the fuck has this become?

You know, I was asking myself that very same question.

Absol pulls off of your cock, your spunk dripping out of her well fucked and loosened up hole as she whines and pulls back, letting another Pokemon take her place. It's then when you realize, startled, that your cock is still hard. Like, rock hard.

I'm holding back all the Harden and String Shot jokes, just so you know.

Goodra's aphrodisiac is still working efficiently to keep you rigid and able to endure it all, turned chemically virile for their own perverted purposes as you await the next Pokemon to come in.

"Oh no, gosh darn, that was not at all what you expected or wanted in this fanfic at all, that must be so unexpected and disappointing because you are definitely not enjoying this, you pervert." That's how you sound, author. Is this part of the kink? What am I missing here?

But one Pokemon doesn't take Absol's place. Four of them do. Kirlia, Braixen, Sylveon, and Lopunny all throw themselves down toward your lap, none of them actually trying to impale themselves on your cock even though they're in heat; they have something else in mind for it.

Because the insatiable urges to copulate, that's also enhanced through chemical trickery, seems to direct them to do the complete opposite of that, of course. Were you just all out of made-up facts on how Pokémon mate, author?

Sylveon's ribbon feels wrap around the base of your cock to secure it in place, slowly stroking like a strange, gossamer-soft handjob,

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as their mouths all sink forward. Four tongues start to lap along your dick, licking at the two layers of sticky nectar now coating it.

Their tongues became immediately solid from touching the hidden layer of Goodra barf underneath, since nothing ever seems to rubs off your junk.

They moan and stare up at you, four sets of eyes all adoring as they bear down with intense attention, leaving you to stare back in turn, enthralled and unable to look away.

At least until Zoroark sits down on your face.

A pair of black-furred thighs press tightly onto either side of your head as the dark type fox secures you in place.

The amount of chafing your face will have managed to get by the end of this story will be immense.

She weighs considerably more than Braixen did, but she keeps the application of her weight smart, applying only enough directly onto your face so that her puffy folds are pressed in tight and you're left with no choice but to start licking as your every inhale fills with her aroma and your every exhale blows against her trembling, drooling entrance.

Simulate the effect by breathing into a wet paper bag.

With none of the Pokemon going for your hands, you're able to reach with both to grab the fox's ass, squeezing it firmly as you take up what seems like your now rightful duty and start to devour her. They've long since won you over, and you can't leave such her in such desperation; she needs to get off so badly, and you can help her so much more than she can help herself, as your tongue drags along her folds back and forth, lapping up the tart nectar that has just the faintest hint of what tastes like black licorice.

Either it's this highly improbable association of dark type flavoring through utterly and completely stupid logic, or you are having a stroke affecting your sense of taste.

It's not the kind of flavour you were expecting to be eating out of a woman, but then, you never thought a woman squeezing your head between her thighs would ever be a Zoroark.

You had expected strawberries. Many people on the Internet does, quite frankly.

The tongues continue to move about, and though you can't see anything with Zoroark's body pressing down tightly, save for a pair of ample breasts that have become more pronounced beneath the fluffy black patch of longer fur on her chest as she fondles herself, but you do remember the rough positions of the Pokemon and their tongues are in some ways easy to figure out.

Especially the barbed, feline one, since it's flaying your dick to shreds.

Kirlia's tongue feels the most like a normal human's as it laps its way up and down your shaft, adoring its length from the underside and finding particular delight in toying with the little seam that serves as a trail for her licks.

I don't think now is the time to extend the lore on how they do circumcisions in the world of Pokémon, author.

Braixen's broad is looser and very canine, dragging sloppily in mostly back and forth motions along your cock, her licks completely all over the place and utterly wild.

And because you have a dick the size of a barn, there is just enough operating room for two more.

Sylveon's tongue feels slightly more feline, not completely sandpapery, but having a bit more texture to it as she comes in from underneath and licks your balls, the strange quality it has working amazingly down at your sac as the skin lavishes in the attention.

Then there's Lopunny, and you're not feeling her tongue, you're feeling her mouth in its entirety as she sloppily throats your cock.

The other three Pokémon are stuffed inside her cheek for any of this to actually happen.

You don't even know how just short of four feet of slender rabbit is able to take your cock down so deep but she is, and it's amazing; you can feel her throat spasming around your cock with each gagging, sputtering noise that Zoroark's thighs aren't able to fully silence, and you can't enough of listening to it as she works you over steadily, the deep and reverent treatment of your cock leaving less and less room for the other girls to work, but they manage just fine as Lopunny's sloppy technique works over the bulk of your cock.

Just one more feet and she'll be halfway there, because your dick is probably as long as that fucking 99 word sentence!! You were just one word away from glory, author, and here I thought you weren't in the business of causing someone blue balls.

This all feels maybe a little bit too decadent for you to handle.

I mean, you were squeamish enough as it was when your parents taught you about the Pidgeys and the Beedrils.

There's so much happening everywhere, so many things to feel and to be taken in by. It's all distinct enough for your senses to pick out one thing or another just fine, but the surprising thing isn't that you can distinguish the four mouths working together to worship your cock and balls, it's the fact there are four mouths worshiping your cock and balls to begin with.

Be amazed by this amazing thing but only because it's amazing and an not because it's amazing.

But they are; four desperate, in heat, adorable female Pokemon have deigned to give you a quadruple blowjob before they even think about turning their attention to having you creampie them.

I must say, this is so immersive what with how the author goes out of his way to tell you, how completely unbelievable that it is that any of this is happening.

And that is a sentence that applies to your existence at this point. It's the weirdest dream you never knew you had coming true.

Any moment now, you'll wake up in a hospital bed, having suffered a long series of delirious hallucinations, during a coma inflicted on you via poisoning by inhaling a shoddy chemical product.

It doesn't need to make sense, it just feels good, and as your tongue laps at Zoroark's clit, staring at the way she touches herself and works her breasts over eagerly, every part of this feels good.

No feeling cold from being naked, a charley horse, not even an itchy asshole, everything is just fucking perfect.

Especially the lurid show the vulpine Pokemon puts on as she rides your face. She's brimming with excitement, and she's putting her all into pushing through all of it and bucking in delight amid all of the sensations bearing down upon her, high on the pleasure she just can't get enough of. It's a marvel to behold and it's only made better by the fact that you're probably getting even more than you're giving.

You are essentially just lying there, about as useful as a half-dead Magikarp that forgot how to use Splash.

"I'm cumming!" you yell out, and even muffled by Zoroark's mound it comes out clearly enough for all four girls to press their faces in close and lap at your head together as they seek the cummy treat.

At this point, I wouldn't put it past the author to try and sell you on the idea that you ejaculate something equivalent to Rare Candy.

When you cum, you cum harder and with more volume than any third load you've ever spilled before. You can't see it to be sure, but you don't have to; you can feel how much is pumping out of your cock, and you didn't even know you had that much cum in your balls.

And yet they'll still refill fast and you'll probably have enough for six more rounds, won't you?

Is this all part of Goodra's effects?

Fuck, I thought you knew, author.

You don't care either way, too busy having your head pulled in as Zoroark climaxes seconds later, yelling and pulling your head in,

One more pull and we are unbirthing territory, be warned!

desperate and urging you to drink down every drop of her tart nectar as she keeps you right there with your kiss pressed into her trembling pussy lips.

As Zoroark pulls off of your face and trembles in delight, you see the mess you've made of the four lovelies who'd given your cock the treat of a lifetime.

Two of them were decapitated by the sheer force, and another lost an eye.

They all lick each others' faces clean of the messy strands of spunk they've been hit with, and you feel disappointed that you didn't get a chance to actually watch them take the facial.

Like a kid visiting a candy aisle for the first time, you want everything and can never be satisfied.

Which is weird thing to say, but at this point you've fucked enough Pokemon that there's little point in denying what's coming up to the surface. It's better to just accept it all and keep rolling with all of this as it comes.

There is a point where you needed to stop and you have clearly passed it but why not keep going and see what happens? You should sooner accept the premise that there's a Pokémon trainer nearby, watching from afar how their prank on you is going.

"Okay, who's next?" you ask, and it's the intimidating Blaziken stepping up next, the strongest of the pack and standing at six feet of statuesque ass kicking. She doesn't climb onto your cock like the others did, grabbing you by the arm and tugging you up to your knees as she slips onto all fours behind you, placing your hands firmly onto her hips before bending over fully. It's clear what she wants and the fact that she is so point-blank and assertive about getting it actually really hot, and you have no problem giving it to her, as something else is maybe even hotter; her pussy.

Funny, I would have thought you'd be able to tell the difference between a vagina and a cloaca, but then again, you are probably only feeling it with your ass since she's behind you and all.

The heat radiating from the desperate hole primed for breeding is simply incredible. There's something about it that you can hardly believe as it wafts off amid all of the dripping nectar covering her feathered mound.

Does the author even know what nectar is at this point? I know calling it juice is not much better, but the licorice bit has me questioning more things than I would like to.

The need she shows and the desperation with which she craves your cock is more obvious than any of the others, and you can't hold out on her. She's made it clear that she wants it rough, and you're more than happy to oblige as you slam your cock into her and discover for yourself that the heat was no trick of the mind; the toasty, velvety twat clenches around your cock excitedly, and it's yet another experience like nothing you've ever felt before.

Every point forward will be the first ever, like nothing ever before, this shit will be so much unlike anything else that it's completely unique, utterly divine, perfection and pleasure immeasurable, and yet I've read such statements a hundred times over from fanfics like this that are a dime a dozen. What does that tell you?

It stood to reason a fire type's pussy would be something amazing to fuck, but this is far past your expectations.

Soon you'll find yourself getting hooked on first-degree dick burns, and down the line it'll be nothing but Slugma and Magmar pussy than can do it for you in the future.

You haven't had to do very much work before now; all of the girls who rode your cock and your face before were all too happy to do the bulk of the work as they dominated you. But here came the most dominant of the entire pack of Pokemon, and she had no intention of doing it all herself, putting you into position to go all out, and you do.

You're still not in a dominant role in this sex scene just because you are left to do the thrusting, but don't tell the author that, I'm sure he's too busy narrating your life to bother.

Your hips wind up for a quick, harsh pace as you hold onto her hips, holding her steady in place as you slam into her toasty twat. She lets out raw, deep noises as you take her, and she can't even hold back for long before she's throwing back against your thrusts and meeting them. Not that you mind in the least; whatever she wants to do if it means she isn't kicking your head off.

Turns out the fear-boner you've had from getting raped by these feral creatures with super powers was there from the beginning, with Goodra merely having hocked a loogie to lube you up.

Goodra kneels beside you and shoves her face into yours, and you don't even flinch as you start to make out with the towering dragon. It's so strange to think that such a powerful creature has your cum inside of her and is so eager to be almost submissive as she presses into you so needily that she doesn't even need to guide your hand over to her pussy, you're already rubbing at her slit, still a bit loose from when you fucked her before, and the trickle of your cum down onto your digits is something you decide to get dirty with as you rub your cum into her clit.

Okay, listen, we are talking about a Goodra here. A Pokémon who I can only tell the author picked because of its slime potential. Goo is literally in its name of the Pokémon you are fingering with genital fluids. She also had two other Pokémon tongue her for all the cum you left in her. How can you even tell which is which?

Kirlia presses up against your other side, kissing your shoulder as she presses against your thigh and starts to hump your leg just like Sylveon did. But you welcome it, loving the feeling of her aching slit drooling down your leg, the complete desperation and need it shows.

I can empathize, since I'm pretty desperate for this chapter to end, too.

The fact that these nine ladies so utterly crave you is starting to go to your head,

Starting? You've been like three steps beyond that for a while now.

as it becomes impossible not to think about the fact that these Pokemon are so close to losing control of their impulses that they're grind up on your leg they think it'll get them something. It's a strange thought to behold, but it leaves you feeling powerful and high on the bubbling thrills of something more twisted than you were ever ready to face when you left the house this morning.

Seriously, the author has made this black-out, pheromone-drunk, date-rape out to be such an implausible affront to nature, that I'm pretty sure Officer Jenny would shoot you on sight.

But that's what makes it so amazing and salvages this strange experiment gone wrong as the faulty Max Attract's effects take a turn for the better.

Calling this an experiment gone wrong is the equivalent of baiting your hook and wondering how you caught fish.

Although, any object that ends with you having a harem of desperate Pokemon in heat all begging you to fuck them hardly seems like it could ever be "faulty". In fact, you'd say that the item worked far, far better than you could have ever hoped.

In fact, it went so well that it hasn't worn off yet, or didn't need to, and it didn't attract more than necessary, only went for those you found attractive, including one of them that could slip you some Poké-viagra to last throughout it all, and just tell me to stop if this is getting you as hard as the author thinks you get from all his constant convenience pandering.

Hammering harshly into the hot cunt of a Blaziken moaning in delight with two more horny Pokemon leaning on your sides, you feel like a king,

Yeah, a Slowking, can you wrap it up already?!

staring forward at all the other Pokemon, the six you're not currently helping out with their heat staring at you in need, even if by now all of them except for Ninetales has been able to enjoy you in some way. But in due time you'll get to her, perhaps even next.

Just casually making it clear that you haven't got Chapter 2 all figured out just yet, author?

The way they're looking at you, and with the confidence and energy you feel from Goodra basically drugging you into being able to go for as long as they need you to, you're ready to do everything you can to help leave all of them fully satisfied and all dripping with your cum.

With each load being larger than the previous, I'm sure.

Both because they deserve to feel the relief they crave, and maybe even more importantly because this feels far too amazing for you to ever want to stop.

We'll talk about your rampant Stockholm Syndrome later.

Blaziken gets faster as she rocks back against you, desperate and burning up with her own need and excitement, driven by purpose and a craving for your cock that seems far more intense than such a powerful creature should be capable of lusting after from a mere human, but with your balls slapping up against her clit and your hands tight on her hips, you feel in control and able to push her further down, to not quite dominate her, but certainly to hold your own. At least until she cums, until her pussy clamps down around your cock and the warmest thing you can ever experienced presses even more desperately into you.

Wait, I'm getting mixed signals here. Did Ninetails just stick something in your butt or not?

It's too much for you to bear, and you groan as you slam forward, your cock erupting deep within the greedy hole. Your cum pumps into her, filling her as she screams in orgasmic, shuddering bliss, head thrown back as she climaxes.

Go ahead and treat yourself to a super effective joke, you know the one.

Kirlia and Goodra climax too, your hand covered in Goodra's slightly slimy quim while Kirlia is squirting all down your leg. You feel messy and sticky all over from the endless sex and the sweat you're working up, but as Blaziken pulls off of your cock and you're pushed back down onto your back with all nine horny Pokemon staring at one another, wondering whose turn is up next, you quite simply don't care how much of a mess you make; you're not going fucking anywhere.

Mostly because you'll collapse any moment now from dehydration.

Well, that was the first of four chapters, and the sex scene has yet to actually end. While it's difficult to wade through all this filth and breathe new jokes into it, I am determined to see it through. I find it rather surprising though that this scene has about as much to do with Pokémon as it has with an accidental orgy at an ordinary zoo. No special moves. No evolution. I'm even surprised I was able to remember that the genitals in fur coats had names with how they had no spoken dialogue. Maybe the story improves later, but wishing improvement on this trash is not on my list of fucks that I give, quite frankly.

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Re: A Chemical Mishap - A 'Male Reader x Pokémon' Fanfic

Post by GorillaGamer » Tue Jun 25, 2019 12:03 am

Isn't it convenient that on top of all nine Pokemon being incredibly popular in the furry community, are all female, and the self-insert is the only person within the immediate vicinity, they all have the sexual stamina of a stud horse, despite only one participant being affected by the aphrodisiac saliva?

I've had some experience with mocking these 'Reader insert x whatever jizz napkin the writer/requester' faps to, and as you'd expect they're mostly shameless masturbation fodder, trumped only by first-person perspective lemons. Often times I'm left wondering why the writers of these fics don't just search up porn of their favorite characters and crank one out; it'll be a lot less shameless than writing dreck like this.

The mock's looking good so far, but I can tell that this fic will only get sticker as we delve deeper into it.
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Re: A Chemical Mishap - A 'Male Reader x Pokémon' Fanfic

Post by ConcernedGamer » Mon Jul 01, 2019 1:42 pm

GorillaGamer wrote:
Tue Jun 25, 2019 12:03 am
The mock's looking good so far, but I can tell that this fic will only get sticker as we delve deeper into it.
Thank you for the kind words, GorillaGamer. It will indeed get stickier, since the chapter will open up where the previous left off, and end basically where it started. You'll see eventually. Anyway, moving on to my opening banter.

I chose to mock this over others, you know. I had plenty of choices, because there's not a lack of 'Reader x ' fanfics. Most of them, however, barely seem to have gone off the ground from the initial premise, or only flirts with the bestiality angle by making the Pokémon into the Pokégirl humanoid varieties. This fanfic was from a glance one of the more articulated, solidly written ones, if only because it didn't dive into obnoxious script format like some others. While the author is admittedly good at grammar and could probably write something solid if it wasn't soaked in smut, he has recognizable hangups, but its the least of my issues. That was about the most positive I'll ever be about this fanfic. Let's dive back in, shall we? Here's Chapter 2.

"So do you just never get tired?" you ask with a groan as strong hands grab you and guide you back down onto your back.

Will your balls ever run dry? The answer will be identical to the previous question, and for exactly the same reason.

It's Zoroark again, and she seems like she's aggressively eager for more of you as she pushes you into her desired position. It's a sharp whiplash from Blaziken and her desire for you to actually participate for the dark type to once more put you into a place where you feel like a glorified dildo for them to ride.

While it's a surprise to find that half my jokes only seems to have been fodder for the author's intentional objectification of you, I think even a dildo puts up more of a fight than you've been allowed thus far.

And that may in fact be the case as she pins you down and goes for her aggressive riding of your lap with all of the fervor you've come to expect out of the dominant female Pokemon all in a feverish heat.

You get something better than an answer as tight, slick Zoroark pussy envelops your cock, her furry hands running along your chest as she stares at you, eyes lit up with an intense and ravenous kind of delight that seems only increased by the burning need surging within her.

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She sinks her way down slowly, and for a moment you wonder if she's going to take the careful and steady approach to riding you, before she tightens her thighs against the sides of your hips and starts her feverish riding of your cock. It was foolish to think she would have done anything else as she bounces eagerly atop you, moaning and throwing her head back in delight.

I agree, it was foolish to think that with every single detail written in the previous paragraphs, but I'm starting to believe fanfic author's aren't capable of recollecting anything they wrote once they start masturbating.

There's no shame in being wrong, though.

Is it then your god complex that makes you keep calling the reader foolish for not understanding the clues you are telegraphing, author?

Not when it feels so good. Your fingers grip her hips as she rides you hard and fast, your eyes watching the heaving of her breasts adoringly as she works overtime to rut herself senseless atop your dick. The heat has done things to them, left them so desperate and brazen that now they seem all too eager for every last bit of pleasure they can get, and you're more than happy to supply everything they could possibly need as you hold tight onto Zoroark's hips and thrust up into her.

Well, that's funny, it's almost like there's not a point to reading the first chapter to understand that the plot got to this point because of a Trainer's faulty item use.

Braixen and Lopunny crawl over to you from the sides, both putting a knee up on your chest as they lean forward and go for Zoroark's breasts, grabbing the heaving fox tits and starting to suck on them right in front of you.

For a bunch of Pokémon bent on nothing but mating desperately with your cock, they sure seem awfully compliant to not fight over it. Or is this what amounts to an actual Pokémon battle in this author's head?

The moan Zoroark lets out as she moves even more excitedly in response is a marvel to behold, but even better as far as your eyes being drawn goes is the presence of two dripping, puffy cunts stuck out and waving in your face.

Is there ever going to be a vagina in this story that isn't in the middle of having an allergic reaction?

They probably don't mean to, but you can't resist the sight of it, releasing Zoroark's tits and giving both perky butts a nice slap before stuffing a couple fingers into both Pokemon.

Yeah, you know, just like nibbling on Zoroark's tits had nothing to do with an intent to turn you on further, it's all merely accidental and totally in line with their mating instincts.

Almost immediately, they begin to moan and twist against your touch, their hands gripping Zoroark's hips in your stead so that you can focus on getting them off, and that's when everything starts to get into the territory of a well oiled machine.

There's a time and place for everything, and that word choice even Oak would say is not now.

Zoroark grips the backs of their heads and rides your cock faster as the attention she receives intensifies, thrills her with the bliss coming from all directions. They all seem so touch starved and needy that any sexual attention at all is enough to drive them wild, and you are all up in touching them every which way with gusto, fingers pumping rapidly in and out of Lopunny and Braixen's needy twats while you thrust upward into the dominantly bouncing Zoroark in your lap.

You do what you are doing, and you do it a lot, and they like it a lot, because they need it a lot. There. I probably just described ninety percent of this fanfic.

It's all coming together so perfectly for you and all you can think about is how much more you can get out of this as the Pokemon twist about in delight against your touch.

What do you want more? A badge?!

How you're not tired is still kind of a mystery to you. Whatever Goodra hit you with isn't something that probably should have worked on a human as well as it did, but it's turned you into a raw, energetic fucking machine as you thrust up into Zoroark, keen on yet another round and refusing to slow down for anything.

Hey, remember that thing that the author used to excuse the constant ability of copulation? Yeah, let's amp up the impossibility of that even further, that will surely not clog up this well-oiled machine in any way.

This is so crazy and completely beyond anything sensible in the world but fuck if it doesn't feel amazing, and the longer you can ride this wave of absolute bliss, the longer you can savour the way that a day went from wrong to more right than you could have ever imagined a day could go.

How am I supposed to even cast shame on a guy, who obviously gets an erection by just how implausible everything he writes is?

The other girls all stare at the madness going on, and you wonder how they're even cooperating. Nine different Pokemon, not even of the same species, all cooperating in their eager use of your body for their own delight without a single moment's pause.

Humans can't even stop trying to skip a queue at a local mall, what's having these sex-crazed animals so composed?

If their estrus is really so intense,

Oh, someone finally found a different word than heat, did they?

the fact that they aren't competing for you is probably amazing. You think, at least? It's hard to know much about what's going on when you're so clueless and your thoughts are so utterly absorbed by the madness of the way they're riding you too fast for you to care about the technical details that are way out of your area of expertise.

You can remember a random, unprompted fact from strangers about a specific Pokémon's spit that leaves a dick erect without even the intent to investigate said fact, but you can't retain stuff that should probably be Pokémon Biology 101 for this reality to even exist outside the author's narrow masturbation-forged reality - a fap-verse, if you will.

Zoroark moans louder, her hips moving faster and slamming harder down onto you, her dominance a strange kind as she just goes all out and lets the fact she's in control and riding you like you're a sentient sex toy be a simple fact of it all beneath her pursuit of what she really wants; to be bred.

Have we been here before? I feel like we've read this paragraph already.

To have her fill of pleasure and cum as she receives what her body craves more than she possibly hope to bear, so desperate to be filled with cum and impregnated that she's willing to fuck a human to get what she needs. It's a special kind of desperate, but you're too busy reeling from it all and fingerfucking the adorable, squirming Pokemon sucking on her tits to care too much about it.

You don't care and is distracted from it, yet it's the main source of your perverted pleasure that the author keeps bringing up anyway.

You cum first, groaning as you slam up one final time into her, your head rolling back as you give in to another orgasm. This is, what, your fifth in a row now? You've never gone this long or this hard before but it still all seems far from over as you fill her up, make her whine and twist in delight. The first shot of cum hitting her womb, all warm and thick, is enough to drive her over the edge, make her slam down against you one final time as her own orgasm surges through her, and the dominant black fox takes her pleasure eagerly, crying out as her pussy greedily clings to your cock, as if trying to milk you to another orgasm.

Eh, I'm sure you are aware that she's faking it, considering that you'd only know it's an Illusion Fox by reading its actual Pokédex entry.

Zoroark remains on your lap a bit longer and lets the girls keep sucking on her tits as you work them over, until they're both snapping their heads back and whining in delight as they climax against your fingers, twisting about and pressing against your hands as they drip their juices all over your chest, but the sticky gushes of nectar don't even faze you as you withdraw the fingers.

You aren't fazed by the awful case of prune fingers you've gotten at this point either.

Both of the Pokemon moan as they pull back and turn around, the two of them gladly leaning in to grab the hands that had just fingerfucked them to completion. They pull pull the hands off to the sides and start to lick the fingers clean, moaning and staring down at you as the chaos continues, the ever shifting positions and needs of the lusty women leaving you without a break. As they start to suck their own juices off of your digits, Sylveon climbs onto your lap next, moaning as she slams down onto your cock and leaving you with the tightness of a tiny little feline fairy type lying atop you and bouncing eagerly.

Yeah, how are you even supposed to catch a break when the author bumps up the pace threefold, in order to skip straight to putting your dick in something new in the span of a single paragraph this time?

The feeling is totally different than Zoroark's riding of you just seconds earlier.

No, don't tell me. A velvet pussy that's incredibly tight like nothing else ever before, right?

She settles her paws down onto the ground and bucks against you needily, driven by the need to fuck but not as dominant about it, her lighter and smaller body not slamming down against you with quite as much force. There's a sweetness to the way she fucks herself atop your cock, still the greedy and assertive bucking of a Pokemon eager to do all of the work as you're used as a sperm donor, but she's not as aggressive in doing so.

That's the way she's doing it, not how she feels, genius. You have a quadrupedal psychic type bouncing now instead of a bipedal beast of a different size and weight class, and all you can do is paint out how she's only a 9 on the needy scale?

And as a bonus, she even coos and licks along your chest, lapping up Lopunny and Braixen's quim off of your skin as she stares at you with wide, adoring eyes.

Author, no one is using the genitalia slang word quim in modern day to mean female genital fluids. Stop diving so deep in dictionaries that you forget to glance at the addendum that reads that the usage only was applicable in the Victorian era.

The high of being under so much attention all at once from the horny Pokemon is an ego trip like you've never felt before.

Even if ignoring the three or four other times when the author made a point to tell you things were going to your head, so as to boost your sexual fantasy facsimile's confidence, what the hell is even the scale at this point?

Your eyes scan across the other six, all staring and wanting you too, Kirlia even straddling your leg again and starting to rub herself to another orgasm as the desperately horny Pokemon seems so utterly desperate for your cum that you know you're going to have to fuck her next just to try and make her chill the fuck out.

I don't know which use of the word fuck is turning on the author more, and that should not be something I should be in doubt about!

Even the ones you've already seeded seem far from ready to give up, as Zoroark pins the Absol you creampied earlier down and sucks the cum right out of her pussy hungrily, as if the load you just gave her wasn't even close to enough to sate her thirst.

Are we even from the same planet, author? Oh, this Pokémon is in heat, all thoughts it has is that it must mate, so it'll just have a refreshing drink from another Pokémon's sullied orifice. The kink connections you are attempting in your fap-fever haze is self-referentially bunk outside of gimmicks like bimbofication-rays, author. You need to get laid, seriously!

Lopunny starts to bob her head along your fingers, moaning as she stares suggestively at you, trying to hint toward other things she might like to do as she sucks on the digits, moaning and adoring you with her lusty gaze as she works.

Why do I keep finding nothing but wasted opportunities in this trash, with how not-Pokémon this all is? While I don't even see how a button-eyed bunny can communicate all that the author just put out, Baby-Doll Eyes is in its potential move-set for crying out loud.

Braixen takes a moment to catch up and follow suit, the little fox trying to moan louder and draw your attention, all while Sylveon whimpers and licks further and further up, trying to goad you into looking at her instead. All three girls are desperate for your eyes and your focus, wanting the confirmation of how good they're making you feel and probably how much better they are at it than the others.

Oh, I guess I was mistaken. These are all clearly Cam Whore types.

It's a dizzying mess to try and piece together, made no easier by the ways in which they seem primed to compete with one another to get that focus, and you don't have any way to stare at all three of them at once, even if they all look so gorgeous that it would definitely be the best compromise you could get out of this whole mess.

And then the insanity went up another notch to let you go cross-eyed, solving this minute issue.

You guide the two girls on either side of you toward Sylveon, and they move, moaning and following your hangs eagerly, wanting so badly to keep your attention, as you're the only one who can take care of them in this trying time.

Only because the Mass Attract apparently synthesized itself into a genocidal plague for anyone who didn't inhale it a minute after exposure to the air. The paragraphs are echoing already, that's how vastly empty this fanfic's universe is.

They slip into position before you, so needy and ready to do everything, and as you stare down at all of them at once, they light up with excitement, as if not even realizing that you've found a way to look at all of them at once.

Yeah, just keep marveling at how these animals have the awareness and behavior of animals as you fuck them, that sure hasn't gotten old yet.

Or maybe they have realized, but they don't care as long as your eyes are firmly on them like this. It's all they need to see to know that you're giving them the love and affection they crave, a good compromise to keep everyone happy as Braixen and Lopunny continue to beg for your favour while Sylveon moans and whines as she takes your cock.

The three of them all leaning against each other is the hottest sight you've ever seen,

Not even in Scientology do you experience this many enlightening revelations of things you'd never experienced before.

all of them staring at you with deep, burning lust, two mouths wrapped around your fingers and another open wide as Sylveon pants and keeps licking you. Braixen and Lopunny's quim might be pretty much all gone, but she's still showering you with steady affection, if only to keep her adoration obvious, the loving fairy type just bursting with a need to make you feel good and feel loved. And oh how you feel loved, groaning as you start to pump the fingers into the mouths of the eager girls knelt down at your sides.

This author seems to have a pretty fucking cheap definition of love. Love is emotional attachment. Dogs can love you. These Poké-bitches haven't even attained such level, because dogs don't love you through the single interaction and application of carnal desire.

"You're all doing such a good job," you groan, and their faces light up. Braixen and Lopunny aren't doing very much in the grand scheme of things, but it's still enough to help things along, especially with their bright eyes so wide and staring right at you. "Keep it going. I promise, I'm not going to stop until you've all had your fill."

Holy shit, I think the amount of passion from your choice of words could fuel about two - no, three Microsoft Sams.

It's a pretty big promise to make but you feel like you have to make it, like you're bound by a need to deliver now as you try your best to give them everything they so brazenly and desperately seek.

Almost like your will is not your own, and the promise was just as pointless to state in this story as had you spouted a non-sequitur about Good always triumphing over Evil.

How can you in good conscience disappoint them all now? The crooning, needy wrecks almost debilitated by their need to be bred are counting on you and letting them down is simply unthinkable.

Well, I'm glad you acknowledged the fact that the only thing threatening your fanfic's premise is a single logical thought, author

Sylveon ruts herself silly atop your cock, the needy and moaning fairy type going all out as she seeks nothing but the utmost satisfaction from you. And you're doing your best to give it to her, both of you winding up hotly into the mad descent into pleasure that will leave her feeling what the lucky four others so far have been able to.

Using that vestigial limb that the author put on auto pilot and hasn't mentioned how feels to you for about five paragraphs, leaving it inside a never before felt pussy, which might still be the fucking case.

The look in her eyes screams of desperation and you groan, your fingers withdrawing from the mouths of Braixen and Lopunny as you reach to caress her cheek and scratch behind her ear in adoration, giving her some last little bursts of attention that help drive the adoring Sylveon right over the edge.

Amateur. Head pats would clearly be more orgasm inducing.

She yells as she climaxes atop you, slamming her body down and feverishly humping your body in those final seconds as her pussy spasms around your cock, the bliss of release so blatant across her face as she licks all over in clumsy, messy, feverish strokes as her way of begging you to give her what she needs.

Spaz attacks are such a turn on, of course.

And you do,

What suspense!!

because you need it to, grabbing her butt and pushing her down onto your cock as you go balls deep into her one final time and groan, your cock twitching and erupting within her aching, needy twat. Another orgasm to add to the growing record as you twist in disbelief and amazement at everything happening to you, and the deepest, most abiding sense you have is one of luck.

An orgasm so good you threw yourself into a Jojo pose.

Amid all the many swirling, confusing emotions hitting you from every direction, the one you now cling to most is the sense that you are in way over your head but that you feel too good to know what to do with any of it.

And you know that knowing that feeling that feeling that knowing that - urp, I need a moment.

Sylveon slips off of your lap, and Kirlia looks like she's ready to scramble up your leg and ride you until she's fucked herself silly, but she stops as Ninetales steps forward. The elegant fox Pokemon has held herself back this entire time, yet to touch you or even join in the multi girl oral worship of your cock from earlier.

Is the author telling you this because he assumed you lost track and forgot, or because it's yet another marvel that these bitches are taking their turn?

Just waiting patiently off to the side for her opportunity, and Kirlia seems to defer to the fire type, hanging her head low and shirking back, only to be picked up by Blaziken and pulled up onto her shoulders, seating her up atop her to eat her out as the fox stares longingly at you.

Maybe I should encourage you to look at a bit more fanart of Blaziken instead, author, since you've obviously forgotten that what it has to work with for cunnilingus is a beak!

Maybe she's the leader of this pack? Is this even really a pack and not just a loose affiliation of Pokemon all in the same place and need at the same time?

Is this constant interruption of pointing out the stupid a way for you to edge yourself and the reader, author, or are you in fact getting direct enjoyment from it?

You have no idea and it's hard to figure out much of anything about them with the language barrier converging with the heady chaos of the moment. But what matters is that she's looking at you longingly, the lust having finally become too much for her as she enters the madness now, her turn to step in and add to the growing sense of madness all around you.

The true madness here is the way of the author's repeated word use in his purple prose.

She licks her muzzle walking slowly over you and pressing down into a kiss.

So, you do know the word, author!

You give it to her, fascinated and ready to oblige, to follow suit by surrendering to whatever she so desires from you.

Oh, I wonder, what enigma of a riddle this is. Could it be your dick?

It's a crazy thing to think, but you can't stop thinking it as you lean in and adore her with the slow, steady kiss of someone who is all too ready to give her whatever she wants. There's something about the way she's so politely atop you, stern and intent on getting what she wants, the passion behind the way she kisses you hardly undermining her beauty or elegance.

Yeah, I agree, there's something about it. Something that's about only a single adjective change in those details from sounding like all the other Pokémon you fucked already.

It makes you crave her more, makes you twist as you shudder in the discovery of something different from the sweet need or assertive hunger that all the other Pokemon have assailed you with thus far.

I think we all know where this is heading, since the Pokédex is ignored whenever the author wants. How many thousands of years of curses will your dick get, I wonder.

As she kisses you, her tails slowly descend into your lap, the luscious, orange-tipped yellow tails brushing along your thighs and your waist, so soft and sweet as they tease along your body that you hardly know what to do with yourself but twist excitedly against their adoration.

Let's twist again, like you did last paragraph, doo-wop doo-wop.

It's a sweet feeling that promises so much more, as your hands reach up to slowly caress along her sleek body, and you brace yourself for the love to come.

Anyone reading this has been bracing themselves for quite a while now, I'm sure.

Her tails slip further down, brushing along your cock now, and as she slowly lowers herself down, she isn't near low enough down your body to actually sit onto your cock. Instead, she rests her pussy down onto your stomach, and you can feel the slick, wet hole rubbing along your skin as she nuzzles into your neck and braces herself for what's to come.

Fuck it, everyone's just bracing for sexual impact at this point.

It's not particularly ambiguous and she's throwing signals brighter and louder than you could ever hope to be able to ignore as she teases your cock with her tails all at once. Nine furry, fluffy limbs all taunting you, easing in the promises of something incredible as she starts to lick along your neck, cooing inquisitively.

Why do furries think that every tail in existence is prehensile? Even this franchise grasps the concept.

"Do you want to give me a tailjob?" you ask,

That was made translucently evident three paragraphs ago, try to keep up!!

and the word is so absurd that you shouldn't be asking so plainly, but as you run your fingers along her sides and scratch her cheek, the question feels more like a way to show your approval for it than anything else,

Marvel as the author realizes what pillow talk is all about.

and the cooing Ninetales slowly nods against your neck, licking along it happily as she pushes against you, the noises she makes growing louder and needier as she twists about hotly. The firm press of her incredibly warm body down against yours is incredible,

Yeah, no shit.

and it's a heat that makes you want to get warmer, makes you want to be enveloped in her flames touch.

Boy, do I know of a location perfect for you that people on the Internet recommends you go yiff in.

Her tails wrap around your cock, five of them coiling around different parts of your cock, getting a nice and firm grasp on all of it after a few curls.

You know, I was kidding about the dick size before, but doing the math of this is ridiculous. Let's say 'a few' is at least three, now try and coil a rope around something fifteen times. How long is that? Two feet of dick won't even be enough, because I think we can all agree that a Ninetales doesn't have tails with width below two inches.

Two more tails massage your balls as the last two settle onto your thighs, and as they all start to move in eager synchronicity, the feeling is incredible. You moan beneath her, your head easing back as you feel all nine fluffy limbs coordinated expertly,

Because Archeu's gift to man was to have Pokémon able to know exactly how to please a human male without practice beforehand.

the five stroking up and down while the the other four just cares and rub, the gentle fur at the tips all providing an excellent sensation that's greatly amplified by the way she coos against your neck, remaining warm and soft against your body as she readies herself for more.

The author is turned on by fur tentacles. I wonder if these tail-types ever realize what they are actually into.

You wonder why she isn't riding you right then and there, given the heat radiating off of her dripping pussy as she moves so desperately back and forth, relishing in the closeness and her burning need for affection.

You wonder an awful lot for someone who has had every single one of his rapist at this point go out of their way to do extra up until the consummating act.

She seems so ready to give in to it all right there, mewling and grinding against you.

But since the author thinks he's just as likely to turn you on by throwing you into a ballpit of Furbies, guess how long we are lingering at this.

The longer she holds tightly against your body, the less and less composed she seems, still refined and certain about what she wants and how she'll get it, but letting something more desperate slip through as she starts to lose herself in the pleasure. Holding herself back and simply watching seems now like the way she did her best to keep from letting control slip through her clutches, as now your touch and your warmth ignites the mightiest of needs within her and she doesn't seem like holding back is really much of an option anymore.

Which is why she is holding herself back right now, of course.

The tailjob turns quicker, the fluffy limbs stroking your cock like no hands ever could .

Rug burn isn't something hands can do, I agree there.

It's a strange feeling made only weirder by the fact there's five of them wrapped around the shaft, all moving in perfect sync with one another. It's another little bit of weird in the long standing mess of confusion that continues to drive you wild.

We know!!

The strangest sex you've ever had and it can only get stranger as Ninetales keeps licking you all over, lapping at your neck with an affection that only grows in desperation, deeper and hotter as everything spirals madly out of control. But she presses onward, keeping it going as she shamelessly presses in against you and refuses to slow down. She needs you, but she also needs to rile you up a little more first.

Yeah, sure, she can probably squeeze you into a straightjacket to get a bit more rise out of you, seeing as 'everything spirals madly out of control' already.

When her tails finally uncoil from around your cock you let out a groan of disappointment, deprived of the softness that you felt more than ready to lose yourself to, but with Ninetales slowly rising up off of you, her sopping wet pussy dripped a bit more onto your stomach in the process as she guides herself slowly back. This is it now;

Finally! I've forgotten the first two Pokémon you fucked and my own name while waiting for this buildup to be over. All Sylveon had to do was to decide to take a seat, for crying out loud.

your heart is pounding, and the closer she gets her pussy to the head of your cock, the more the radiating, intense heat sends shivers of pure delight running through you, the coursing sensation of pure excitement that seems to only grow in pure ferocity as she guides herself down until the pure tip of your pure cock is dragging along her pure slit.

Same-sentence buzz-wording seems such a trite affliction in fanfics. Makes me wonder if these authors ever reread their shit.

It's a sensation that makes her whine like rubbing up against your midsection never could, because she's finally feeling what she's not only craved, but been staring wantingly at this whole time.

She rocks back and forth for a moment against your head, teasing it with the aching, heated entrance to her twat, and your fingers run through her fur again, the moment turning intimate as you grip her steadily and nod slowly.

But it's a total whirlwind of non-stop craziness with an orgy implied in the background, and tapping feet of others patiently impatiently waiting their turn while desperately non-desperate for your cock.

She's so ready for you, so desperate and aching as she presses slowly down, holding herself back from all of the same craziness the other Pokemon threw themselves into, one final little attempt to keep her composure as she sinks onto your cock with all the barely contained excitement of someone trying to pretend they're better than that.

Because of course the author has to sneak a tsundere trait in there somehow.

And you entertain her, wondering if she can actually hold it together as you run your fingers through her fur and keep an eye on her steady descent down. The feeling of her tight, incredibly toasty pussy wrapped slick around your cock is an amazing one, and it's made all the better by the sweet crooning noises of a Pokemon lit up with pure need.

You should be aware that no matter the lack of evidence for it, there are likely multiple in-universe laws being violated right now, more so by the author not considering them in his instances of oxymoronic paradox-euphoria. Until the turnover in 2015, my country had a law on specifically which way you could legally fuck animals. There isn't a society in any reasonable piece fiction that wouldn't have laws including bestiality clauses!

Stuttering pushes down push deeper down toward your lap,

You alright, author? You might be having a stroke, and not the kind I'm already aware that you are having.

taking more and more of your cock into her with each stroke. Your fingers press tighter into her sides as you feel the hot embrace of her body, of her slick twat in such a desperate state. She fights it as much as she can as she moves, holding onto some measure of grace even if she doesn't seem really capable of holding out against it as well as she thinks she can.

Oh, how thrilling. Will she give in to the cock or won't she? It is just so uncertain and there is just so much at stake. The tension at the possible surprise outcome could never have been more flaccid.

The little moans grow louder as the other girls circle to watch, looks torn between excitement and eagerness as they watch the mere presence of lust challenge her. It's helping to paint a picture of these girls as Pokemon who know each other somehow,

Unless I'm somehow in a backstory-rich pack for pointing at this shit and laughing with the rest of the audience reading this; not really.

and are well aware of the fact that Ninetales is fighting against her own urges to try and hold onto a modicum of composure that is simply unrealistic to.

When she gets all the way down onto your cock, she seems to finally lose that last bit of her grip on it as she feels you so deep inside of her. And you are.

A three word statement just as insightful and useful in this story as a 'You Are Here' map sticker on the bottom of a shoe.

Oh Arceus, you feel so deep inside of her warm, sopping wet twat, opening her folds up so wonderfully, and for her it's just too much. As she moves, the speed picks up quickly, and she whines into your chest as she stares at you with burning need, staring longingly at you amid the sudden bucking of her body. She starts to ride you faster, harder, and loses herself with little moans and excited noises, the sounds you have been so eager to hear this whole time.

Because you certainly didn't hear any of those before now. What is nuance even?

Staying still and focusing on adoration with your fingertips through her incredibly soft fur, you let Ninetales go at her own pace, smiling encouragingly at her as she moves atop your cock with a strange mix of desperation and grace, refusing to break down and go all out like Zoroark would, but still opening herself up to something a little more lurid and carnal than seems appropriate. All of her regality straddles a nervous line as she moves, but as her tails all spread out wide and she embraces the pleasure, there's still something about her that's utterly majestic as she rocks atop you, moving steadily and eagerly up and down on your cock. She's losing herself to pleasures too powerful to grasp fully, and she seems to be having the time of her life in doing so.

Okay, took a while, but I think we've found the author's favorite Pokémon. I like his taste. Yeah yeah, so it's a fantasy creature inspired by Japanese folklore kitsunes that he thinks is the sexiest thing, whatever, but I had this bitch on a cool foil card in my youth that could deal 80 damage, totally awesome shit I tell you.

"You feel amazing," you tell her, staring longingly at her as she moves, her pace quickening up further, getting more and more frantic as she starts to let a certain special kind of careless swell up inside of her.

Hopefully the kind of careless that will end with your throat ripped out during the blindingly pure passion.

Her head cranes back as she lets out the sweetest of noises in pure bliss, bucking atop you and riding your cock faster and harder, easing into the same crazed swell as all of the others.

Imagine my surprise!

You have to imagine there's no way a Pokemon in heat can resist this for very long, and that Ninetales must have been holding back a great deal to even keep herself in the place she is now, and now that she's finally losing control that a heavy weight must be lifting off of her as she's able to cut loose and enjoy something carnal and intense.

The sex here is amazing, isn't it amazing that this sex is taking place and that it's amazing? It's amazing that the amazing sex was being resisted by her so amazingly until this amazing point in time for this amazing sex. Amazing indeed.

The only problem with it is that it can't last forever,

Unlike how this damn fanfic feels.

and Ninetales has been denying herself any of the pleasures to help keep herself contained that the other girls have with all their rides on your face and your thigh and your fingers.

I'm expecting a human-shaped indent in the ground at this point. If there's ground anywhere. I don't even think it was ever established if it was day or night!

She's gone in pent up and struggling to hold it all together, and to that end she hasn't taken care of her needs at all, finally unwound by the sudden burst of sensation that comes as she slams herself down onto your cock one last time, letting out a sweet cry of delight as she throws her head back one final time, the bucking of her body finally going out of control a second-to-last time as she moves about hotly, the orgasmic thrills bearing down on her all proving far more than she could think to handle for the umpteenth time. With a needy cry she loses herself, her pussy clenching down around your cock, and it's your end too.

Game over.

You hold tightly onto Ninetales and slam up into her, groaning as you fill her with your cum. Shot after shot of thick, creamy cum floods into her and you feel so amazing as you make the majestic fire type climax seconds before you seed her.

Can you keep straight the sequence of events for just two seconds?

Even if you can't breed her like she needs, it's a privilege you never thought you could have wanted, let alone appreciated like you do now as she lies down hard atop you and gives in to the warmth and closeness for a moment.

Ninetales slowly pulls up off of you, and she seems a whole new creature, smiling and purring softly as she shifts off to the side from your lap, only to nuzzle into your neck, licking her way up it and into a kiss. A kiss you gladly meet as Goodra steps forward and starts to drag her slimy tongue all over your dick.

You do know that Viagra is a health-hazard if going on for too long, right, author? I'm not going all 'Winners do not do drugs' on you, I'm just saying body-enhancers is not a consequence-free tradeoff, and you attribute this plot-excuse to give a thousand-fold body-fluid production and a Wolverine healing factor's worth of hip-endurance.

The tingling sensation of a fresh new coating of her aphrodisiac goo to keep you perked up and energetic makes you twist about wildly as you look around and realize there's still three girls who haven't yet had your cum inside of them. And six others who don't seem like they've had quite enough yet.

"You nine aren't done with me yet are you?" you ask, looking around and seeing them all shaking their heads. "Well then what are we waiting for?"

For the author to learn what a succubus is, so he could change what franchise he pretends this story is taking place in. Seriously, if I was even supposed to be duped into believing these tight connections all this dicking is making, at least the author could have thrown in some evolutions from it, though clichéd as it probably would have been for a fanfic.

Two chapters and the damn sex scene isn't over yet! Two chapters to go. Holy shit.

Well, that was a nice breather, but I'll return to Inside Falls again for now, and use this as backup when I inevitably run out of steam again.

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