Adam works at a Pokemon daycare, but he's doing more than tending to the Pokemon.
To say going to work Monday was going to be strange was an understatement. Saturday was spent watching Pokemon and humans doing the deed, and Sunday only made it worse. I started exploring, joining forums, meeting people who, it seemed, were a lot like me. And all this time, I didn't even know it. I talked at great length to one girl in particular named Tabitha, a Pokemon Ranger with an Infernape. She said she and a few of her fellow Rangers had pretty much turned the job into "meet random wild Pokemon and fuck them", which made me feel so much better; I wasn't the only one seriously in violation of job rules. We talked for hours about pokephilia, and having befriended someone normal who shared my fetish-as opposed to Ted "Theodore" Logan-went great ways in helping me accept it. Well, accepting it when there wasn't porn in front of me, since the porn shut my brain off altogether.
I woke up groggier than normal that day, since I had stayed up longer than I should have, talking to Tabitha. By the time I reached work, I wanted very much to go back to bed, moreso than I had Friday, amazingly.
Bayleef wasn't waiting at the gate for me, probably sleeping. I locked the gate and turned around to see Umbreon and Espeon playing again, like they had on Friday. Problem was, it was different now. As Umbreon chased after her sister, all I could see was the mental image of the two siblings, paws on my legs, licking my dick together while I reached around them and fingerfucked their dripping slits. Their adorable eyes just focued hungrily on my cock as it twitched, spurting my cum all over their adorable-
My pants grew tighter as I averted my gaze and continued down the path, shoving the lovely little fantasy out of my head, at least for the time being. I continued on down the path, keeping my eyes planted firmly on the path, counting the stones as I passed, trying very hard to keep my mind focused. It was going to be a very difficult day if I was already perving out. When I arrived at the food storage, Heather was sitting around, stirring her half-empty cup of coffee idly.
"Hey," I said, dropping my bag in the corner and pulling up the other chair. "You work the weekend night shifts, too?"
"Yeah," she grumbled, looking worse than I did in the morning. She did the same work I did, but without the exposure to sunlight. "At least until Grandpa finds someone else to work nights. I can't do this much, I need to have a life."
I chuckled a little as we continued to make some more small talk before she went on her way. I took a quick glance at her as she walked by-usually an ass like that, contained so tightly in jeans, would have me drooling, but it didn't do as much for me that time as it had previously. I guess if human ass no longer held as much interest for me, I was a full-blown pokephiliac. Farewell, Heather's ass, I hardly knew ye.
"Calm down, guys," I said, cutting open the bag of Pokemon food beside me while a a bunch of Pokemon, including a Pidgey, a Sentret, and a Cubone, hounded me to go faster. I grabbed the bag from the base, tipping it into the almost comically oversized food bowl. The contents spilled out slowly at first, but by the time I had it upside-down, the food rushed out of the bag, and within a minute, I had it empty. Of course, fifty seconds before then, they were fighting over the food already, shoving each other out of the way playfully. The younger Pokemon were fed first just because of their impatience; the older Pokemon were experienced and could go a few minutes longer without food. Soon, the other bowls were full and everyone was happy.
There were about fifteen to twenty-five Pokemon at any given time entrusted to the daycare. Sometimes trainers just had them there a couple hours, sometimes a day or two. In addition to seven Pokemon who had hatched from eggs their trainers didn't want and became permanent residents until they were adopted, Bayleef included, there were currently twenty-seven Pokemon I was tasked with taking care of. And for the most part, I was handling it quite well. A Machoke who had been there for a few weeks was willing to help me out with carrying the food, which gave me some time to sit around and do relative nothing.
I found that around male Pokemon, or a mixed batch, I was much more able to control my brain. When I was relatively alone with a female or two, however... Let's just say Machoke's presence was a blessing. Through the course of the day I had, in my head, fucked a Pidgeot, a Sneasel, and an Ampharos, in addition to more time with the Umbreon and Espeon twins, and they were all glorious. I avoided Bayleef like the fucking plague, as much as I knew it would make her sad, just because I didn't want to start imagining myself doing anything to her. Tabitha told me that the pussies of grass types tended to taste-
2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17...
And we're good. I had taken to counting off prime numbers in my head when I had to get the stuff out of my head, just because math and memories of learning math were the least sexy things I could think of on the fly. Which was good, because the last thing I wanted to think about as licking Bayleef's minty-sweet cunt and-
19, 23, 29, 31...
With everyone fed, I went off to handle my hour-long desk shift. Elaine greeted me as I came, passing me her newspaper as I sat down and did virtually nothing for a solid hour. No slacker-ery types came by with Pokemon in heat for me to watch, and by extension nobody came. It was an hour of silence as I just sat by and read the paper. Elite four challenge in a few weeks, reports of muggers in Veilstone, public outrage over ferry costs to Canalave... it was all totally inconsequential to everything my brain had running through it. On the bright side, no stories about arrests being made over Pokephilia rings or anything. Which was good; it meant the insanely terrible but rather funny timing was still just a literary device, not real. If life were a movie, there'd probably be someone arrested for having sex with Pokemon in some other daycare.
When my hour was up, I handed Elaine the newspaper back and went on my way to have my lunch. In peace. Far removed from any Pokemon who could give me impure thoughts. And, much to my luck, I did. I closed the door, sat down, and ate lunch. Exciting, ain't it? I focused on the food, kept my mind off Pokemon, and when I was done, I got up, threw out my garbage, and noticed the garbage bag was pretty well full. I picked it out of the bin, wrapped up the top in a knot, and brought it around back.
And that's where the boring parts ended. Behind the food storage/break room, Ampharos lay huddled against the wall. I was trying to swear off the impure thoughts, but the problem here was that she wasn't being all wholesome anyway. She her her legs spread and her tail pumped in and out of her pussy while she made soft, adorable sounds.
"Are you okay?" I asked, approaching her, trying hard to cover up the fact I had a very pronounced bulge and with it the fact I wanted nothing more than to drop down in front of her and help her out with that.
"Amph! Ampharos!" she looked very happy to see me, pulling her tail out of her vagina as I neared her.
"Do you need any help with something? Food? Water?" I had dug my own grave by acknowledging her and grabbing her attention. I had no idea what I was saying, only hope that I could avoid problems, albeit really great problems that made me feel on top of the world.
"Pharos," she said, pointing to her pussy. I was afraid of that.
Then, the mental image of the Lopunny video from the weekend came rushing back. Manhandled by eight humans at once and loving every second of it. It was just as much a pleasure trip for her as it was for them. I think I realized at that point something that, frankly, should have been apparent all along. The Pokemon enjoyed it, too. The Pokemon wanted it just as much as we did. Every video I so eagerly masturbated to showed a trainer and their Pokemon in a relationship that just went beyond the normal relationship most have. It was bonding and mutual satisfaction. Even in talking to Tabitha, I think, I missed that part. I mean, for the second time if a week, a Pokemon was coming onto me. Was it really me taking advantage of them and all that jazz if they were the ones demanding it from me?
So I decided then and there that yes, I was a Pokephiliac, and I was going to act on that. No more shoving the thoughts out of my head, loving the stuff when it's right in front of me and being ashamed of it when the porn isn't there. And my first act as an out-and-proud Pokephiliac? Go down on this Ampharos.
I dropped down in front of her, just as I had wanted to, and took a long lick up her pussy. She shook a little, cooing as my tongue came back down again. Her pussy tasted sweet, nothing spectacular, but nothing particularly foul. Back up again, my tongue staying at the top this time to pay some attention to her clitoris, making her back arch and her chest push forward a little. One of her small hands found its way to my head, keeping it in place. Not that I had any intention of leaving her pussy unattended to. My tongue continued to lash at her clitoris as my hand crept over. I slid one finger into her and hooked it, pumping it in and out like her tail previously was.
She responded even better to that, gasping bits of her name again and again while I tried to make sense of exactly what she wanted. I seemed to be doing a good job as her breath grew more ragged and she started bucking her hips just slightly against my face. I began to suck on her clitoris as I slipped a second and third finger in as she fucked my face a bit more emphatically each time I brought something new to the table.
The scent of Ampharos's pussy was all I needed to keep myself going; so sweet and fragrant. The sounds she made only served to make it all the more arousing. Had I not been lying on my stomach, I probably would have masturbated, since my penis was certainly screaming to be released from the cramped space. Still, I persevered, my free hand running along her white stomach, my fingertips tickled by the fur.
One of the videos from the weekend came to mind, the Mareep one. Fitting, considering the evolution tree. If anything, I found, Ampharos was the more attractive of the two, and I couldn't wait to get her in my lap and re-enact the video. Except this time, it'd be a whole universe better than just jerking off.
My strategy in getting her off was simple; whenever Ampharos reacted particularly well to something, I kept doing it. I worked my fingers where she reacted most, eventually settling on what I assumed to be her g-spot given the way she frantically humped by face when I started paying it exclusive attention. My other hand continued its roaming until it found itself in a different place than when I was with Lopunny.
She let out a surprised squeal as a finger slowly worked its way into her ass. Her frantic humping began to work even more in her favour as I moved the fingers in both holes with the same rhythm, accented by her motions. Her tail began to sway back and forth, burshing against my shoulder as it jerked back and forth, my middle finger pounding her tail hole.
Another moan, this one louder and higher-pitched than any of the others, told me she was near. Her body trembled a little before going totally stiff. I moved my fingers away and brought my mouth down to catch every last drop of her lovely juices as the came. I certainly got everything, and when I looked up at her at long laste, the taste of her still fresh on my lips, she looked satisfied, but the look in her eyes told me she wasn't done with me yet. Just the way I wanted it.
I sat down next to her and pulled her close as my hands pulled out my penis. Her pussy was soaking wet, so I just followed the wet spot, and with my arms wrapped around her, it slid into her hole. I moaned as the feeling hit me again, so much better than the whole masturbation thing I did all weekend. Just as wet as Lopunny's, her cunt gripped it just as hard, too.
"Ampha..." she whimpered, my dick buried inside her, as she began to move up and down. In the wake of her orgasm, her pussy was still drenched, and very quickly my crotch was wet with her juices, my penis slick as it disappeared again and again inside her folds.
She began to nuzzle against my neck as she moved, burying her face from my sight and kissing me softly. My hands found their way to her hips, helping her along her rhythm. "Yes, Ampharos," I moaned in response, "Faster."
"Aros,"she responded before responding again, this time with her hips. I moaned, my finger turning to its original spot inside of her ass. She cooed as it slid again into her rear, pulling her head from my neck and surprising me with a kiss.
I had never kissed a Pokemon before, and it was certainly quite the first. Our mouths weren't totally compatible, but enough for it not to be outright awkward. The shape made for a different experience, but pressed against the sea of passion neither of us cared how clumsy the kiss was, we just needed to do it. All that mattered was that her tongue was against mine, our lips pressed together with some degree of grace. We passed that test, so by my standards, it was a perfectly fine kiss.
The kiss, the tightness, the lingering taste of her pussy, and likely the fact it beat out masturbation, which had tided me over all weekend, all culminated into the irresistable feeling that I wouldn't have much longer left. I kept up the assault on her rear with my finger while our kiss continued. Her body pressed so tightly against mine, seemingly joined at the crotch and mouth like some mismatched hybrid, felt so warm. The soft sounds she made into my mouth as she bounced in my lap carried an allure I couldn't explain. Much easier to explain the throbbing vice that so tightly held my dick inside her. It grew a bit tigther and a bit wetter as the feeling crept up on me, warning me that she was close, too.
Maybe it was her first time with a human. Or, possibly, her first time, period; I didn't know her story. But so desperately in heat and with our very cores screaming for mutual release, she was quickly losing her bearings as well.
That's when it struck. I was sort of surprised, even long afterward, that it had even happened. I began to feel a slight electrical tinge to the sensations she granted me. Then 'slight' became a bit more. Ampharos was an electric type, and while I vaguely remembered Tabitha saying something about different types and species of Pokemon having different traits, I couldn't quite remember what she said. She most certainly did not mention an electric vagina, though.
The shocks ran through me again, growing more intense and frenetic as we climbed to the peak, bodies heaving in perfect unison. I came first, my cock twitching just a split second before she clenched down on me, a shock running through my body that accentuated the orgasm like I never thought possible. I shot my cum into her, another thick and plentiful load, like the one I had deposited into Lopunny. I didn't know where they came from or why they only happened during sex, not during my frantic weekend masturbation, but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. The orgasm was incredible, and we rode it out going full force, slowing down once the feelings subsided.
She sat in my lap still, even as my penis began to soften inside her. We kissed a little more before I finally told her I had to work-and I did. The garbage bag was still nearby.
"Are you feeling better?" I asked.
"Ros!" she replied, smiling at me.
"Good. If you're horny in a few hours, maybe I can skip supper?"
She gave me another smile and nodded before setting off, back to where the other Pokemon were. She was satisfied and didn't have to scurry off to play with herself, so now she could play with the others.
I hoped she wouldn't tell them about what just happened, though. In hindsight, I probably should have told her not to.
For those who didn't get the reference, the Tabitha referenced is from my and Goombario Jr's "My Life as a Pokemon Ranger" fic. If you're on a site other than AFF, it's under his profile and you should go read it because it's awesome and full of lesbians and pokephilia. Actually, I wrote this pretty much on the premise of being a gender-flipped version of Ranger with only one lead character, and obviously no accompanying yaoi.
Anon and fireheart15: It's not a request-based fic, at least at the moment, as I have plot lined out and with it several more chapters planned, but I can say that out of Bayleef and Arcanine, one of the two is getting some loving soon.
The next day, I was down in food storage, preparing for lunch. The Machoke who helped me out yesterday was picked up by his trainer, so it was all down to me again. As a result, I didn't have the extra twenty minutes I saved from hauling bags back and forth, which meant twenty minutes I couldn't spend with Ampharos, who had indeed come during my supper break for more and more hot, intense sex, and seemed rather intent on coming back during my lunch break again. My finger had seemed to work wonders, since she seemed very much to want anal the night before, but we couldn't quite accommodate the time, given her electric blowjobs making me come back for seconds.
Tabby confirmed the whole by-species and -type traits thing, and that electric Pokemon tended to do that. Then came stories of her friend's Pikachu and all the insane things she had done with him. Including some stuff with her Infernape at the same time. Dammit, I had to find and marry this girl someday. And then we'd only have sex with our Pokemon. Or would, but for the fact she had two girlfriends already.
Strangely, actually, fucking Ampharos and giving in to it all actually sort of pulled me back to my old preferences a little; Heather's ass once again held some appeal to me. I could gladly work out something where I handled attractions to both varieties of girl; maybe at the same time, if I meet the right girl.
I turned around, rather surprised, to see Bayleef standing there, a scowl on her face. She wanted something, it was painfully obvious what, and I didn't seem to have a choice but to give it to her. She was so sweet, and I was the only human she was all that close to, so throwing some kindness her way wouldn't hurt, would it?
"I'll give it to you on one condition," I said, kneeling in front of her, scratching the back of her neck like I always did, a little something I learned from mom's Delcatty. When she wasn't being an uppity princess, I mean. It worked just as well on Bayleef, her head nuzzling against my chest. As I pulled my hand away, she looked back at my face, hoping with every damn fibre of her being I'd say yes. She needed this, and to be honest, I wanted to give it to her. "If you promise not to tell any of the other Pokemon about this."
"Bay," she said, nodding her head in agreement.
"Alright, here you go." I reached my hand back a little, grabbing a handful of food from an open bag nearby, and putting it in front of her.
Eagerly she ate the food out of my mouth, hungry enough to just scarf it right down.
"Okay girl, you got the food. Now go play around."
"Bayleef," she smiled, giving my face an appreciative lick before running off. On her way out, I caught a glimpse of her slit and--
No. I may have accepted my fetish and even begun indulging it rather enthusiastically, already scouting out possible partners for when Ampharos was picked up, but there's no way in hell I'd go with Bayleef. I'd grown attached to her, but had no intention, even in my fantasies of that kind of attachment.
Just as I finished filling all the food bowls, a voice came over the speaker system we had set up. "Adam, the Ampharos's trainer is here to pick her up." Elaine's voice rang through the entire yard.
Dammit. With Ampharos gone, I'd lose my lunchtime fling, and I doubted I'd have the luck required to find another girl in heat hanging out in the back. And I didn't have to take desk duty because Robert was out of town and Elaine said she'd just eat lunch at the desk, so no contrived situation like with Lopunny. I had a double-length lunch break, but what's the use in having such a long break if I don't have a girl to fuck while I take it?
Two hours would have made for a lot of sex. I could have had had a few rounds in each hole, at the very least. Instead, I reluctantly made my way over to Ampharos, grabbing the Pokeball from my belt that had a little "Am" on it, and without even letting myself look at her as she bent over to try and convince me to grab a quickie before I sent her off, returned her to her ball.
I made my way quickly over to the front, making my way through the open door and handing the girl who stood in front her Pokeball. She smiled, handed Elaine the money, and left. I didn't bother staying around beyond that, making my way back outside. I had nothing to do, but had paced my meals out rather well, so I didn't want to go and eat an hour earlier and throw everything off schedule. I decided to just sit.
Bayleef, lucky for me, was gone, probably having gone for a nap after feeding. It meant I could fantasize without risking her falling into my field of vision. Eleven females under my care, and rather quickly my mind found its target.
Since becoming active on a couple forums dedicated to the fetish, I found that one of the most popular female Pokemon was Gardevoir. Every male and lesbian trainer seemed to count catching a female Ralts or Kirlia as a godsend because of the final result--Gardevoir's earlier forms also had a fairly dedicated following, though not quite as big. Videos with Gardevoir tended to rake in much more views and adulation, and a fair number of trainers first got involved in pokephilia because of their Gardevoir; she made a great bridge since she was so close to a human. One such trainer I read about got involved with his Gardevoir, then moved on to Lopunny and the like, and before long was in a loving relationship with his Eevee.
The mental images were easy to come up, given the prevalence of Gardevoir porn; I could imagine her easily as I did unspeakable things to her voluptuous body. She seemed particularly endowed by the standards of Gardevoir, and I longed to see her wrap those soft, luscious breasts around my dick, to feel her hot breath against me, her lithe legs wrapped around my waist, the taste of her pussy on my lips, her beautiful form bent over a table while I...
"Hey boy, do you wanna score?"
I was thrown violently out of my daydreams as a voice seemed to come...from absolutely nowhere. It's not that the words were said, spoken from one direction or another and received by my ears. No, instead the words just sort of happened in my mind. One moment, I was imagining myself fucking Gardevoir over the break room table, the next a soft, sweet voice had appeared in my head. I looked around, trying to figure out what was going on.
I was met with some light laughter. "Calm down. I'm communicating psychically with you. We Gardevoir can do that."
Oh, crap. "Were you reading my thoughts?" I asked in my thoughts, real worried about what was to come here. If she had seen all those images and was disgusted by them, she could easily blab to Elaine, and next thing I know, out of a job and possibly looking at legal trouble.
"Yes. And calm down, I'm not running to Elaine and Robert with this. Actually, I must say, you have me rather intrigued. You've got some pretty vivid images in your head, and I'm flattered you'd think of me in that way. What do you say we go indulge some of those fantasies?"
I didn't even answer. I don't think I really had to. I was about to make a mad dash for the break room, have all my fantasies come true, but before I could, I found myself already there.
"Teleported," she smiled as I smiled around confused. I was sitting in the chair, the Gardevoir on her knees in front of me, smiling. "See, my trainer's a girl. And we have fun, but it's not the same. You, on the other hand..." she opened my pants, pulling out my dick and licking her lips, "Are most certainly not. How to start things off, though..."
Her finger circled my dick for the longest time, unbearably tracing around it, the soft green skin brushing against the head at all times as she smiled, her mental voice laughing playfully the whole time. My dick ached for release, and she damn well knew it, but she kept me unsatisfied, playing around. Her soft red eyes stared up at me with mocking derision tinged with lust. Her tongue ran along her lips again, her face so close that her tongue just missed my dick, her hot breath sending a shiver up my spine.
I wanted to blow my load right there, get some petty revenge on her for playing with me like this by covering her face in my jizz. It'd certainly make that teasing smile, for all its allure, a whole lot hotter. Oh, how satisfying that'd be. But I couldn't. Even as her hand wrapped around my shaft and began to pump, I couldn't.
"Did you put..."
"Yes," she cut me off. "I have a mental block on you that will prevent you from cumming until I have say so. I want it to be the right time." As she put the words into my mind, she wrapped her hot, moist lips around my head, her tongue working the same gentle circles her finger did as she jacked me off. Not the rapid stroking meant to make me cum as soon as possible so we could move on to the good stuff, but the slow-burning, sensual variety of masturbation meant to arouse and satisfy me over time. She could make me cum at any time it seemed.
She winked in acknowledgement at me as the thought crossed my mind, indicating that yeah, she was reading my thoughts the whole time. Great, I didn't have to vocalize anything. I tried to reach forward to put my hand through her hair and shove her head down, just because all the build-up was making me impatient, but I found my arms locked in place.
Her free hand rose up, her index finger raised and chastisingly moving back and forth. Bitch. She was in my head, cutting off my orgasm and paralyzing me, all for the sake of taking advantage of me. The mental laughing, a pseudo-mocking laughter, kept ringing in my head as her head moved a little further down, her lips pressed a little tighter and her tongue finding a bit more space to work with.
"I do this with my trainer all the time, don't worry, I'm just more comfortable in charge at the beginning, then it tends to slowly pass over to her. I'll do the same with you. I think I can make it up to you for taking you off guard like that, though."
"How?" I asked out loud, escaped in tandem with a gasp. For all the orgasms I wasn't having, she really was making me feel great. She worked my dick like an expert, especially since she said her trainer was female. Her hand worked in tandem with the gentle back-and-forth of her head, her tongue dragging sensually to the rhythm she made. That wasn't how she made it up for it all, though, that was just the level of pleasure she granted me throughout.
Words flooded my head. Words that probably wouldn't have meant anything out of context, but within their presented sequence, were some of the filthiest, vile, and erotic things I had ever heard. She flooded my mind with dirty talk in her sweet little voice, tinged with the kinds of orgasmic moans I heard in the videos that sort of annoyed me. But here, implanted directly into my brain and accompanied by incredible lip service, they were some of the sweetest things I'd ever heard, albeit downright dirty and almost embarrassing in any other context.
She went on about my cum slithering down her throat and how her aching pussy was hungry for cock and she wanted me to make her my pokeslut and that she'd worship my penis forever. The words weren't said, instead just hitting me like a brick to the face. They occurred at once, words that if whispered into my ear would have made me require a change of pants all on their own. But with Gardevoir keeping me from orgasming, I could just sit there, frozen, while she kept up the verbal assault on my mind and the physical assault on my manhood.
Her pussy was quivering and dripping, she said. She was in heat and the only solution was for me to shoot my cum deep in her slutty pussy and make her scream for me. She wouldn't be satisfied until she had my cum in all three holes and plastered on her face.
The words kept flooding in, and they just slew me. I wanted to cum so badly now, my balls throbbing and aching as they screamed at the rest of me to stop whatever the hell I was doing and let them empty. And I wanted to, all over her smug face. The dirty talk was just the cherry on a sundae of great foreplay that I knew would bring about an explosive finale.
Then, just when I had given up hope, something slipped away. I got lightheaded and almost lost vision for a second as my loins ached. I thrust forward, but by that point Gardevoir had pulled away. With physical contact broken, so too was her mental block. I screamed out so loud Elaine and Robert likely heard me as my cock erupted, my seed shooting forward and plastering Gardevoir's smiling face with pure white. She moaned, accepting it gratefully. Problem was, she left me no time to sit and enjoy, to bask in the glorious afterglow of an orgasm that left me weaker than any previous ones had. The chair was pulled out enough from the table to leave a lot of room, and she bent over the table, her hand pulling at her dress-type thing and revealing her round, luscious rump and her slit that dripped with delicious pussy juice. She psychically compelled me forward, still holding the reigns even as she presented.
Almost against my will, I slid my rapidly hardening dick into her slick hole. I was being used as a fuck toy by a Gardevoir.