seeing that post from zork and the reblog from falinks over there made me think of something wonderful...
I've been called a pretty sleezy guy. I was in the biggest frat in my college years, after all, and all those pledges and parties taught me something. Pokemon can fuck. I remember my first experience with seeing a Pokemon's private bits was when I watched a girl get plowed by the football captain's Lucario.
Everyone was drunk as balls, so the second experience came extremely fast. A guy fucked his Gardevoir in front of everyone. Ever since then, I've admittedly been a bit curious about fucking a Pokemon.
My team was decent. My ego wasn't high enough for me to consider my team powerful and walk into my city's gym and win, but I could beat whatever trainer was on a route pretty fast. My ACE was a Vespiquen. She was alright. Pretty, and intimidating. My other Pokemon were barely half her level. I did catch her when she was level 30. At the time, I could barely command her, so she was one of the rudest Combees I've ever seen.
Now, she's calmer. I think her evolving made her see that I wasn't a threat and was more like a trainer.
I got curious. I wanted to see if maybe she would let me fuck her. I did a little research beforehand and saw that it was basically right in the middle of her species' mating season.
She'd be horny and looking for someone to help, right?
She likes honey, so I got her some as a sort-of courting gift? I don't know if Vespiquen and Combee do that stuff.
I was laying on the couch, a lot more nude than usually, and she was out of her ball. Despite all the experience with women I had leading up this moment, It felt like my nerves were on fire. She was a Pokemon, so it felt different.
She was much more regal than human chicks. Made me worry that even if she did want sex, that I wouldn't be able to perform well.
And that made me realize I had no idea where the fucking hole was on a giant bee lady.
I blinked when I heard a buzz. My eyes refocus and I saw Vespiquen hovering in front of me. She smelled stronger, and much more like honey than usual. She was interested.
When we got it going, as expected, I couldn't fucking find the hole. I didn't want to go sticking my dick in the wrong one, and Arceus, I couldn't tell if the honeycomb bottom part of her was actual holes or just like.. a dress thing. That was also her body.
She buzzed loudly, her large wings fluttering. I could feel her growing restless.
I told her I wasn't that experienced with Pokemon. She buzzed. I told her that I was nervous. She buzzed longer and deeper.
Vespiquen then moved off of me, revealing my boner that had popped while I was trying to find something to finger. She hovered in front of the couch, in front of me again. She shuddered strangely, wings fluttering and spreading out as she buzzed. Then, a large, white, wiggly limb slipped out of the bottom of his abdomen.
I had never actually.. checked any of my Pokemon's gender. I didn't see the point, but I see it, now.
My throat went dry and I scooted back on the couch when Vespiquen tried to reach out and grab my shoulder. I told him that I didn't know that he was a guy. His buzzing was low, eyes narrowed.
The whole time while he was putting me into a position, I was trying to say how I've never took anything before. The way he positioned me felt hard and forceful, but it wasn't. I was letting him.
I told him that he looked big. He let out a long, teasing buzz. My face rubbed into the couch cushion, my bare, entirely unprepared ass was perked up like a whore.
I heard shuffling, then felt something cold and sticky begin to coat the firm flesh of my ass cheeks. I could smell it. Honey. He was lubing me up with honey. I definitely wasn't ready to feel Vespiquen's two-fingered hand trace the rim of my asshole.
It wasn't long until I was huffing and moaning at the feeling of his hand inside me, stretching me out with an ease that almost felt practiced. I could feel the sticky honey coating my walls, could hear the oddly attractive squelch of it moving in and out of my asshole every time Vespiquen moved his fist.
The pull out was slow. Teasingly slow. When Vespiquen's fist popped out with a wet sound, I shuddered. The feeling of something pulling out felt so fucking good. The last bit of squeezing as it reaches the hole again, the removal, the sensitive rim trying to reshape itself and clean away that soft sting that came with each scissor of those two fingers.
I felt my face was all flushed, putting the back of my hand over my mouth and whimpering.
I barely got a second to relax before I felt the thin tip of his penis tickle my anus. The penetration was slow. I knew it was probably so he didn't hurt me with anything sudden or too deep of a thrust, but it just felt tortuous to my aroused brain. My back arched and I tried to bump my hips backwards. A sticky hand landed on my hips and pushed me forward again.
Vespiquen was soon pounding me right into the couch. His ability to hover in place with his wings made him have a lot more control over his thrusts, same with how his large bee abdomen worked. He felt deep inside me. My neglected dick swung between my thighs, dripping pre as I felt him start to speed up.
I moaned wantonly into the cushion, feeling my body rock with every thrust forward.
I'm so fucking glad he's a guy.