#pokemon smut fic

[newtabfics]

Can I get a Grusha from Pokemon s/v with a tomboyish electric type user with lots of energy, like the complete opposite of him and make them have the secks yes please thank

I--Omg yes. No. That would be perfect for him too. Omg.

He could never keep up with her. It's how he always found himself under her, watching her bounce eagerly as she moaned lewdly.

It's not like he minded though. He was just grateful he could be like this with her, watching her pleasure himself on his cock and mewling his name.

Grusha's body moved quickly, pinning Y/N down and kissing her roughly as he began to pump quickly into her. "You had your fun, my chu," He groaned.

"Ah c'mon. Don't make that lewd on me, pervert," She whimpered as he slammed into her.

Grusha smirked and kissed her as he pumped harder into her. "I'm going to make you go into a Thundershock."

[phantompanties]

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Volo x Fem!Reader

Summary: this is an excerpt from chapter 26 of my long slow burn Legends Arceus fic called "I Got Sent Back In Time And All I Got Was This Lousy Arc Phone". At this point in the story it's during the reader's banishment from Jubilife Village, and currently her mental state is suffering due to the danger and betrayal she's faced thus far. Volo is not a good person and this whole thing isn't out of love, but out of hunger for power. A narcissistic god complex power fantasy. It nearly borders on noncon so if that's not your thing, please don't read and be safe. Its on brand for this blog so I thought id post it :3

Tags: male masturbation, power fantasy, excerpt of a bigger fic, blowjob, dacryphilia, corruption kink, none of this actually happens its just a sick bastard's fantasy, noncon if you squint, volo is a BASTARD a BAD PERSON an EVIL LITTLE WEASEL

Now that everyone had retired for the night, Volo was actually glad Adaman offered you his tent. If you were sleeping in his tent, he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop himself from acting on his impulses.

He remembered the other night when you fell asleep crying, desperately trying to keep quiet so as not to rouse his attention. Your mental state was so vulnerable… and Volo enjoyed it. He felt like a Glameow toying with a defenceless little Pichu before devouring it. The best part? The little Pichu had no idea she was being toyed with. If he was being honest, he grew to love how sweetly naive you were. At first, he found you to just be dumb, thinking that your recklessly rushing into danger for the sake of the Galaxy Team was you having a stupid death wish. But as you grew more and more scarred and broken, latching onto any stranger who showed you positive attention, he found it intoxicating the way he swayed you to his whim. Even though he was sure Arceus must have warned you not to associate with him if what you told him about being led astray was anything to go off of, you ignored it, choosing to leap into his arms when the world fell into ruin. Volo knew that he had you wrapped around his finger, and it was a high he couldn’t get enough of. If Adaman hadn’t been here to suggest you sleep in his tent that night, Volo would have had great difficulty holding himself back. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to do what he wanted to do, oh no. The way your big sweet eyes gazed up at him like he was some kind of saviour made him crazy, like he wanted to tear you apart and devour you whole. It was the fact that if he acted, it would ruin his credibility amongst the insects that swarmed you two. Adaman was clearly protective of you, even going so far as to declare you his honourary sister. Despite his teasing a few nights prior, Volo knew Adaman held trust in him not to harm you. If he weren’t here, Volo would have pounced. Volo saw the way you flushed whenever he’d smile at you, how flustered you’d get when he called you his favourite customer. Surely you felt something for him, even if it was the slightest infatuation.

Volo couldn’t help his mind from racing as he tossed and turned in his bedroll. The more he thought of your innocent watery eyes, the more uncomfortable he felt in his trousers. He groaned, pushing the covers off of him. When he sat up, what caught his eye was the mannequin in the corner dressed in his latest project. It was very nearly complete, only needing hemming on the pants and the golden fabric details to be sewn to the white toga itself. Volo had slaved away at this particular project for years, only able to work on it between visits to the retreat. It was an outfit based on the depictions of clothes ancient Celestica priests would wear way back before the genocide. Volo let his mind wander to when he’d finally don the outfit at the Temple of Sinnoh, where he’d use the power of the Seer of Time and The Seer of Space to overthrow Arceus. You’d be there, of course. He wants you to be there to witness his ascension. He wondered then if you’d oppose him or worship him at his feet. Certainly, you’d worship him, right? You were going against Arceus’s will by choosing him after all. Oh, how delicious would it be to take you at Arceus’s altar? Forcing the detestable god to watch as he taints its strongest soldier right in front of its eyes?

Volo palmed the bulge straining his smallclothes, imagining just how he’d ruin you up there on the peak of Mt. Coronet. He imagined your innocent watery eyes gazing up at him from the floor as he fished his cock from his trousers, spitting into his palm to lubricate it. Would you know just what to do, or would you have to be guided like the servant of divinity you were? Fuck, the thought of him guiding you as you used your mouth on him made him twitch. He imagined himself gripping your hair, forcing his cock into your mouth. Would you gag? He hoped so. He wanted you to struggle to take him as he used you for his pleasure. He fisted his cock, imagining himself fucking your mouth while tears helplessly poured from your eyes and spit dribbled down your chin as you tried so desperately to please him, the man who will become your new god. Arceus will weep as it witnesses Volo breaking its chosen hero, and Volo will laugh in its face. In his mind, your throat bulged every time Volo thrusted into your mouth. He remembered how pitiful you looked the day he found you sobbing by the riverbank, and by Arceus did he wish that he could make you look that way. He caressed his balls with his other hand as his hips thrust into his fist.

“Take it, (y/n)...” he mumbles. “Worship me at my altar while Arceus watches… know who you will belong to…!”

When he came close, he imagined himself releasing deep into your throat, not pulling out until he was spent. It was the next thought that sent him over the edge. You’d pull off him, trying desperately to catch your breath with your pink tongue hanging out of your mouth. “Th-thank you… Lord Volo…” you’d pant, wiping the spit that dribbled from your mouth. Volo grunted, biting his hand to muffle the sound of pure ecstasy as he came into his fist.

When Volo came down from his high, breathing heavily, he shuddered in delight as he found he quite enjoyed where his mind went.

Oh yes, faller of the rift… Arceus’s chosen one… Volo will break you.

[championleonsslut]

Leon treats his beloved girl to a slow, sensual session of cunnilingus, with some body worship preceding it to make her feel loved, how's about it? uwu

I’VE RETURNED! Sorry, I was just feeling really unmotivated to work on this blog at all. This is a great request tho! (I want Leon to eat me out so bad)

“This one’s all about you, love.”

Contains: pussy eating, female reader :3

You were exhausted. Your work had kept you busy, and frankly tired you out. Leon, being observant, noticed this and decided to do something about it.

While it was still in the early hours of the morning, Leon snuggled up against you in bed, leaving soft kisses on your neck and cheek.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” He purred.

You giggled, “Yes Leon. Nearly every day.”

“It’s true. You’re like a goddess.” He smiled against your neck.

Your cheeks heated up, as a gasp left you when Leon gently placed his hand on your cunt.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are, love.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

He flipped you over onto your stomach, and gently pulled down your shorts and panties. They were tossed aside, as he left gentle kisses and nibbles on your thighs.

“Absolutely stunning…” He murmured, running his hand up your leg.

You squealed when his tongue flicked your clit. Leon was always very attentive to you and your pleasure during sex. Honestly, he found your orgasms hotter than his. Especially since it was harder to bring you to yours.

His tongue traced circles around your clit, as your head fell back against the pillows. Wetness leaked from your cunt, as the little bundle of nerves trembled.

He was going slow, wanting to draw it out for you. Plus, he wanted to savor and take his time with you. Your moans were music to his ears.

Your toes curled with every lick and slurp, as he devoured you.

“Leon…” You murmured, “Fuck. So good…”

Leon responded with a slurping noise, clearly enjoying having his face buried in your cunt.

He always gave special attention to your clit, and made sure both of you came at least a few times during your sessions. It was safe to say other people probably wouldn’t do that.

He paused his assault on your clit, to lap at your soaking cunt. He wanted to get a quick taste of you before making you cum.

Oh how sweet you were, he lapped at your juices like a starved man.

Your high was slowly getting closer, as Leon paid more and more attention to your clit. You were being quite noisy, as you got closer.

“O-Oh Leon… Mmf! S-So close.”

Leon gave an approving hum, as he continued his work. He didn’t care how sore his body got. He just wanted to see you cum on his face.

You came with a shout, tangling your fingers into his hair and yanking. He happily drank up all your juices, as you groaned.

When he was done, he happily licked his lips, and sat up.

“I think you’ve gotten better at that.” You breathed, giggling.

“Well there’s more where that came from.” He smirked, and leapt down for more.

All that could be heard for the next few hours were your squeals and cries.

[sexysilverstrider]

todays train of thought as i drove to work is my top 3 rivals

1. silver

2. kieran

3. green

like. silver is obvsly there. top 3 fictional boy/man ever. top 3 fav pokemon character. the only thing hes not in is top 3 otome love interests coz hes not in otome but personally i think he should (the closest we get is ignis from cafe enchante please play that game)

kieran is. man. MAN. hes all i want in a pokemon game. i want a rival who was filled with hope but crushed by protag and becomes bitter and cruel and heartless. then i realize hes basically takumi. kieran does get redemption by said protag who corrupted him but the level of development that boy went through 💕💕💕 N may still be my fav but hes technically not a rival and volonis definitely not a rival and i know my love for kieran is gonna stick longer coz i live whatever the fuck is wrong with him 🥺💗

and then green coz his character development from bastard (derogatory) to bastard (affectionate) is so endearing to me lol

[ishtarsinferno]

Call me Ishtar. I am a Canadian male living in the praries. Marin Kitagawa is my goddess.

I'm an aspiring novelist and erotic fanfiction author. I tend to prefer romance or outright smutty debauchery. Whatever I read or write just depends on my mood at the moment.

I accept short fic (ficlet) requests.

Fandoms that I write for

YuGiOh, YuGiOh GX

Danganronpa

My Dress-Up Darling

SPY x FAMILY

Fate/

Digimon

Pokemon

Naruto

Bleach

Persona 3, 4, 5

Fire Emblem

...and more!

My Website | My Archive Of Our Own | My Hentai-Foundry | My Fanfiction.net

[tequila-solar-storm]

Clear Day, Cold Touch (Chapter 2): Smiling Rain

PLEASE READ ALL TAGS BEFORE STARTING! ALL TAGS BELOW CUT!

Fandom: Pokémon

Characters: Amethio, Spinel, Sidian, Friede, Hamber

Ship(s): Spinel/Amethio/Spinel, Friede/Amethio, Mentioned Hamber/Amethio

Platonic Ship(s): -

Content Warning(s): Dubious Consent, Angst, Toxic Relationship(s), Blood, Unsafe Sex

Rating: Explicit

With the ‘assistance’ of his colleagues, Amethio tries to get Friede out of his mind.

In the world he lived in, Amethio only had two things: strength and dignity.

But that strength was a pedestal of glass; easily broken, easily taken. With his ‘strength’ so mercilessly ripped from his grasp, what would Amethio be if not the proud, resilient fool?

Smashing the alarm bells in his head to pieces, Amethio sealed his lips shut and closed his eyes, turning limp once more.

READ HERE ON AO3

Tags

•Chapters are the same story with minor differences

•CH 1 is the problematic version and CH 2 the even more problematic one

•Friede does not show up in person but is mentioned throughout the story

•Hamber only appears near the end

•Dubious Consent

•Amethio consents to sex but not to some of the shit the others pull

•Aged-Up Character(s)

•Ages are Amethio (21) Sidian (22) Spinel (24) Hamber (Grandpa) and Friede (23)

•Angst

•Hurt No Comfort

•Unhealthy Relationships

•Manipulative Relationship

•Sparring

•Friends With Benefits

•Colleagues with Benefits

•Threesome - M/M/M

•Threesome

•Kissing

•Scratching

•Painful Sex

•Size Difference

•Anal Sex

•Barebacking

•Creampie

•Bottom Amethio (Pokemon)

•Top Spinel (Pokemon)

•Top Sidian (Pokemon)

•Not Beta Read

•No beta we die like the pacing in Horizons

•Written before Horizons episode 62

•Pocket Monsters | Pokemon Horizons: The Series

•Tags from this point on apply only to Chapter 2

•Mentioned Amethio/Hamber

•Which naturally means mentioned old/young teacher/student etc

•Unsafe Sex

•Bloodplay

•Anal Tearing

•Anal Bleeding

•Knifeplay

•Choking

•Non-Consensual Choking

•Stabbing

•Non-Consensual Stabbing

[daegudrama]

Chapter 2 coming soon

Title: Route 613

Pairing: Reader/Namjoon, Reader/Yoongi, Reader/Vmin

Summary: Reader wants to be the very best Pokémon trainer there ever was. Her first stop in that journey is Paldea University home to a myriad of higher education. Still working to get over her ex boyfriend, Yoongi, reader forms new connections while making a few questionable decisions along the way. Each battle bringing her closer to the glory she's always dreamed of. Will she succeed in becoming champion or will outside forces stop her from achieving her goal?

Word Count: 8.4k

Drop Date: 11.26.23 at 10am pst

[wistyxx]

Pokefics woop woop

Dumping the Pokemon fics I've finished so far here toooooo. Idk man Pokemon isn't even my main fandom but it's the easiest for me to finish fics for so all my pieces that are closest to being finished are pretty much all Pokemon related (￣_,￣ )

Maybe Since Forever is Hop x Gloria (my main ship is Bede x Gloria tbh but the fic I'm writing with them is taking me longer lol)

Through Melting Snow is Grusha x Juliana

[wp100]

this tweet is so weird like fanfiction isn't real. who cares if something isn't realistic. it might be "realistic" to some people. not everyone's experiences are universal.

Write whatever the fuck you want, regardless of experience, yknow, unless it's something actually really serious, like mental health. some things require research before writing or portraying

edit: and might i add that fic writers and artists are pouring their hearts into the fics and art you read/look at for FREE? We post our work for free and people say stuff like this. Saying stuff like this doesn't help, just feels unnecessary, and a tad mean

[gothamcatboy]

i hate when fandoms just see a dark haired man and autopilotly call him a dom top, CANT THEY SEE HOW BREEDABLE HE IS ?!?!?

[newtabfics]

ONLY IF YOU ARE COOL WRITING THIS. IF NOT JUST DELETE BUT LIKE DARK FIC STUFF???? Hear me out, Volo, right? Psychopath right? Yandere????👀👀👀Cuz like...what if instead of a battle he uses Giratina to somehow brain wash Y/N into being his worshipper but then he gets too caught up in that gorilla grip to care about destroying the world and it works out because he'd become obsessed with Y/N

Ok but like what if shes into it too👀

She felt as though she were a stranger looking through her eyes as she choked on his cock. It wasnt a matter of hating this. In fact, before the battle began she would have happily been in this position.

"Look at you. Some chosen hero. You...fuck...look wonderful swallowing me down. I always knew you would. I cant wait to fuck you even more senseless than you already are." His head rolled back as he gripped her hair, forcing her to deep throat him before pulling back. "Present yourself for me."

Volo watched with pride as she stripped down and bent over a wrecked pillar, practically displaying her soaked cunt for him.

She was practically crying out inside, begging for him to stop teasing and to just fuck her already. Instead he rubbed the fat head of his cock along her folds, relishing in how she twitched and rocked back.

"Be honest. How much do you hate me?"

"I dont," she whined. "I need it. I need to serve your cock. I wamt to worship you, please."

[championleonsslut]

I got a good one for you: Leon's GF ties Leon up to a chair and touches and teases him all over then tortures him by masturbating in front of him, going on and on about how amazing it feels and how she's imagining him! 😈

HELL YEAH! Would love me some tormented Leon. This request may have just given me a new kink ngl

“It feels just like you!”

Female reader, very nsfw :3

Maybe it was just because you were feeling devious, or maybe because it was just so fun to watch Leon squirm and whine for you. But nonetheless, you had blindfolded your boyfriend, and seated him down in a chair. He could feel you tying him to the chair, but didn’t complain at first.

That was until you took off his blindfold, and he could see the pretty lingerie set you were wearing. He immediately started squirming, only for you to hold him in place.

“Oh no baby… You’re gonna stay right here.” You smirked

Leon let out a whine when you kissed his neck, as your hand went down to fondle his obvious bulge. He wanted so badly to tear off these restraints and fuck you into the mattress. He couldn’t though. You’d tied his hands behind his back.

“Love…!” He cried when you tugged his shorts down, and began gently jerking him off, “I want… To feel you.”

You giggled and shook your head, “No, Leon. Be a good boy and stay still, alright?”

He whimpered when you took the head of his very thick cock in your mouth. The way you ran your tongue over it was making him mad.

You gently licked along it, using your hand to jack off the rest of his length that wasn’t in your mouth.

Leon wanted to plow your little pussy for what you were doing to him. He’d ruin you once you set him free. Oh how you were tormenting him.

He groaned when you popped his cock head out of your mouth, and walked away to go sit on the bed. He got squirmy once again, when he saw you slowly taking off the panties of the pretty lingerie set you were wearing.

“I know just how much you love watching me cum… So why don’t you stay there while I give you a little show?” You teased, as your fingers circled your clit.

Leon groaned and struggled against his restraints, “Please just let me touch you.”

“No. You can sit there and watch though.” You winked, as a soft moan left your lips. You scooped up a vibrator from nearby, and moved your fingers down to your cunt. With the vibrator rubbing against your clit, and your fingers pumping in and out of you, your head fell back with a loud moan.

Leon’s erection twitched at watching you pleasure yourself. He watched how your cunt pulsated around your fingers, as the vibrator buzzed against your clit.

You moaned again as your toes curled, “Oh… You have no idea how good this feels.”

Leon growled, “Better than when I do it?”

You smirked at him, “Maybe.”

You were just teasing him, but it was only egging him on as his jealousy got the best of him. He wanted to be in the place of the vibrator and your fingers. He wanted to pleasure you until you were screaming.

“But I do like imagining it’s you doing it to me.” You giggled, but were cut off by another moan.

Your high was quite close, especially with how much stimulation you were getting. Leon watched as you squirmed and got noisier and noisier.

You gasped and threw your head back as you came, gushing around your fingers. Your body shook as you carefully removed the vibrator and your fingers. You were panting, relaxing in the beautiful post-orgasm glow that Leon found irresistible.

You came over to untie him, which was an immediate mistake. Leon rapidly pounced on you once he was freed, and pinned you to the bed.

You squealed, and spent the next few hours being pounded.

[bitten-button]

Uh oh. I sexualised the old man.

[plot what plot of Hassel. Fuckin,,, remember to first read the tags n shit bro]

Uhm. Hassel <3

[looking4amuro]

Larry hasn't had the greatest day, by any account.

First, he goes and gets professionally trounced by a child.

Secondly, the Treasure Eatery is closing up early, denying him his favourite meal.

And finally, of all the people that had to turn up at his apartment, it had to be her.

In truth, this day could absolutely not get any worse. Or could it?

_______

Getting back into the Tumblr thing- and why not show off some of the stuff I'm posting elsewhere? Enjoy this smutty little thing between everybody's favourite couple, Larry and Geeta of Pokémon SV fame. Do have a quick breeze over the tags, but if raunchy stuff isn't your thing, you can ctrl+f to skip it in the second chapter.

Let me know what you think of it! Still newish to the writing game and all, but it's always a lot of fun.

[tequila-solar-storm]

Clear Day, Cold Touch (Chapter 1): Weeping Sun

PLEASE READ ALL TAGS BEFORE STARTING! ALL TAGS BELOW CUT!

Fandom: Pokémon

Characters: Amethio, Spinel, Sidian, Friede, Hamber

Ship(s): Spinel/Amethio/Spinel, Friede/Amethio

Platonic Ship(s): -

Content Warning(s): Dubious Consent, Angst, Toxic Relationship(s)

Rating: Explicit

With the ‘assistance’ of his colleagues, Amethio tries to get Friede out of his mind.

That could only be done with love.

A love Sidian could never give, even if he wanted to. A love Spinel would never comprehend. A love Friede had offered him under that unfeeling, weeping storm.

A love Amethio had rejected himself.

READ HERE ON AO3

Tags

•Chapters are the same story with minor differences

•CH 1 is the problematic version and CH 2 the even more problematic one

•Friede does not show up in person but is mentioned throughout the story

•Hamber only appears near the end

•Dubious Consent

•Amethio consents to sex but not to some of the shit the others pull

•Aged-Up Character(s)

•Ages are Amethio (21) Sidian (22) Spinel (24) Hamber (Grandpa) and Friede (23)

•Angst

•Hurt No Comfort

•Unhealthy Relationships

•Manipulative Relationship

•Sparring

•Friends With Benefits

•Colleagues with Benefits

•Threesome - M/M/M

•Threesome

•Kissing

•Scratching

•Painful Sex

•Size Difference

•Anal Sex

•Barebacking

•Creampie

•Bottom Amethio (Pokemon)

•Top Spinel (Pokemon)

•Top Sidian (Pokemon)

•Not Beta Read

•No beta we die like the pacing in Horizons

•Written before Horizons episode 62

•Pocket Monsters | Pokemon Horizons: The Series

[olddirtybadfic]

if this ship sinks, i won't blame the mermaids for eating my fingers off

I may have blueshipped too close to the vortex. Now I'm spiraling in a whirlpool of horny Gyarados and the submarine really isn't helping matters.

-O-o-O-o-O-

Meowth was a sucker for round things. In his gravid state, James fit the description to a “T.”

He gazed across the bed. James was laid out on his back, the moonlight from the window falling on the rise of his kitten bump. His hair fanned out over the pillow like so much blue silk. A slender hand nestled against his lower belly. A moon-pale, delicate foot poked out from under the sheets.

He let his eyes rest on that foot, with its finely shaped arch and soft toes. James often complained about the appearance of his swollen feet, but Meowth saw things differently. The few harsh angles were softened, emphasizing the smoothness of James’s skin. But maybe he was just so attracted to James, it didn’t matter what his feet looked like.

Meowth remembered the experiment that started this whole thing. They’d been asked by Team Rocket labs to participate in a special breeding experiment to determine if humans and Pokémon could interbreed. Since their team wasn’t exactly bringing in the powerful Pokémon, the higher-ups figured they could at least be useful as test subjects.

The fact that Meowth and James had already started a Pokébestial relationship was merely a bonus.

He let his mind drift back to their first breeding attempt. His Jimmy had been a virgin before the relationship, but he learned quick (at least when it came to sex). Within a few tries, Meowth had him squealing so loud, they probably woke the whole forest. Jessie invested in a comfortable set of earplugs after the first few times.

Meowth could hear the falsetto moan James had let out when he slid into him. He could almost get drunk on the memory of that potent perfume of roses, Victreebel saliva, and human pheromones that made up James’s signature scent. As James rolled his hips, the sides of his entrance caressed Meowth’s dick in a warm, wet embrace.

He remembered how James had gripped the sheets as he plunged deeper. James was panting like he’d pedaled the Magikarp sub around the entire Orange Archipelago. The pheromones radiated from hair as blue and wet as any ocean while Meowth plumbed James’s depths.

“Blast me off, Meowth,” James was moaning. “Blast me sky high so I can fall pregnant back to earth!”

So Meowth just started blasting.

That seemed to send James into orbit. His eyelashes fluttered and he twitched all over like he was getting shocked by Pikachu. Meowth vaguely remembered James biting the back of his fingers, as if he needed to balance the pleasure with pain. Meowth couldn’t be sure that was what was happening, though. He was wrapped up in his own climax as he planted his seed in James.

In that moment, he understood completely why Victreebel always wanted a taste of James. The smells coming off of James were sweeter than any Sweet Scent he’d faced in battle (not that he’d been in many battles; Meowth considered himself a different kind of Pokémon).

The scent reminded Meowth that it was now his cue to grab James’s dick and roll it between his paws. Gently, of course—his Jimmy was very sensitive. Just a few swivels were enough to push him over the edge.

Cats excelled at pushing things over the edge.

James’s rocket blasted off spectacularly. The ropes shot out like he’d just deployed a Poké-napping net. By the time he was spent, it looked like a Spinarak shot web across his stomach.

Meowth fell into the spot beside James as both of them basked in the afterglow. Meowth was purring. James was purring. Meowth grabbed James’s hand in his paw. James let out a barely audible sigh.

After they’d calmed down a bit, James had looked down at his stomach. “I made such a mess,” he said in mock remorse.

Meowth had rolled over to watch James clenchingly make his way to the bathroom. He didn’t know why, but he fixated on the pearls of jism rolling down James’s thigh. Probably because they, too, were round. Meowth was always a sucker for round things.

Over the next few weeks, it took them a few more tries, but eventually Meowth knocked James up. And here they were now.

Meowth was brought out of his reverie by a soft yawn. James shifted in his sleep, then opened his eyes and gave Meowth a smoldering half-smile. The half-mast eyelids and pheromone cocktail fanned the two green flames.

His Jimmy was rustled.

-O-o-O-

The heat was rising within James. The urge was upon him again.

James knew he wasn’t really in heat, of course. He was still pregnant, and humans didn’t go into heat, anyway. But as of late, he’d been feeling as though he might start caterwauling if Meowth didn’t stick him right then and there.

Ever since James had entered the latter weeks of his pregnancy, his hormones had been driving him mad. He and Meowth hadn’t copulated since it started and James had discovered quickly that certain desires did not wane, even after they’d served their purpose. His libido was somewhat dampened in the early stages, however. It was hard to get in the mood when one was virtually a vomit fountain.

Fortunately for him, his morning sickness subsided as the gestation wore on. Now his only issue was that he was too sleepy to think about sex.

No…. That wasn’t quite right. James had enjoyed a number of erotic dreams over the past few weeks. They ran the gamut from simple but sweet (James, clapping his buttocks on Meowth’s cock in a sort of anal applause) to stimulating and steamy.

One such fantasy transpired thus. James had washed up, sans raiment, on an unknown shore. The population appeared to consist entirely of tiny talking Meowths. Their Lilliputian leader was a hot air balloonist and announced that he wished to welcome the nude giant. He climbed into a hot air balloon with a phallus affixed to the basket. Just as he was about to dock it in the cave on James’s backside, a tidal wave sprang up from the ocean. James had woken up drenched in sweat. He also needed to change the sheets.

Another saw him as a fiery Moltres, soaring high above the earth. Meowth bounded after him in hot pursuit. James swooped down, flames trailing behind, and landed in a circle of flaming stones. There, he waited and watched as Meowth caught up to him. Meowth marched right into the ring of fire, the words “I am the unburnt,” on his lips. He rode James the Moltres, but not through the sky. James woke from that one feeling very flaming indeed.

Yet another flight of fancy put him in a hall of mirrors in front of a Jack-in-the-Box. Though the reflections were distorted, James could make out that he was sporting pigtails and a clown nose. In place of a crank, the Jack-in-the-Box bore a perfect replica of Meowth’s penis. James instinctively knew to massage the penis on the box. Out popped Meowth, dressed in a harlequin print jester costume. 

At that point in the dream, James’s nipples began to throb; he looked down and saw that they had transformed into bright red orbs, a funhouse mirror image of his clown nose. Meowth seemed intrigued by this; he put his paws on James’s nipples and gently squeezed. Each squeeze produced a honking sound and an arc of milk that Meowth caught in his mouth. James’s nethers were a flower squirting a liquid that was decidedly not seltzer. James awakened from that one with a tent in his pajamas and his teats tender and leaking.

He also had a craving for cream pie and Meowth was the only chef with the recipe.

Back in the present, James felt a flush rise on his face. He was hit by a sudden rush of shame at his loss of mental control, their failure to capture Pikachu, even his dreadful lack of sexual knowledge before the experiment. Meowth practically had to explain sex to him, since his parents hadn’t seen fit to. So many shames; it rhymed with James.

Meowth must have read it on his face. “No, Jimmy,” he said, placing a comforting set of paws on James’s shoulders. “It’s okay. You got needs, too.” Meowth’s voice was gentle, but James could hear undertones of reciprocal rut. The timing was perfect.

“I need you, Meowth. Right now.”

James didn’t need to ask twice. Meowth helped him out of his pajamas—no easy feat, considering how swollen James was at the moment, even with the lubricious luster his lust did muster. Verily, the sweat might have hindered Meowth’s removal of James’s clothing. Waiting only made James more randy. In his delirium, he found himself half whispering, half chanting, “Come, kitty. Come, kitty.”

Meowth chuckled. “We’ll get dere, Jimmy. Don’t getcha panties in a knot.”

“Growlithes have knots,” James thought. “But Meowth has a French tickler dick.” He’d learnt that the first time they coupled. He wondered if Meowth could control each individual nodule, like a Tentacruel and its tentacles. He could never quite remember to ask.

He couldn’t very well ask with Meowth’s lips pressing against his. And as soon as Meowth’s musk wafted into his nose, he forgot completely. The human sense of smell was not as strong as a Meowth’s, but the pregnancy hormones had sharpened James’s nose. Notes of catnip stood out in a scent stream sweeter than that tree sap Victreebel and Heracross loved.

“Like da taste?” Meowth asked, lapping at James’s chin.

“Yes,” James breathed. Baked tuna: James had cooked it for their dinner that evening.

Meowth worked his way down, giving ample attention to James’s nipples. No honking resulted; the only sounds were Meowth’s sucking and James’s low moaning as Meowth’s tongue nodules dandled James's dugs.

“Like the taste?” James drawled.

Meowth grinned. “Your milk’s comin’ in early.”

Meowth moved ever southward, brushing over the great dome that housed their five kittens. James giggled as Meowth rubbed himself all over the sensitive swelling.

“Oh, James, you’re so round.” Meowth swirled his tail around James’s sides. He tongued James’s navel, the nodules tracing the feathery white stretch marks.

James barely heard him. “Goodness gracious….”

“You ain’t seen nuttin’ yet.” Meowth slid himself into James’s crotch. He lifted James’s penis and nudged a feline finger into the orifice beneath. Those kitty beans on his pork sword were getting James nice and marinated.

Meowth noticed instantly. “You’re soaked. Lucky for you, I love dis kinda wet.”

Meowth dove in headfirst. James let out a cry of pleasure as he felt the nodules on his inner walls. He rolled his hips as much as his condition would allow. Meowth gyrated his own hips, causing his penis to stir inside of James like a spoon in cake batter. James kegeled on Meowth’s cock. Would that he had grippers in his nethers; he could massage every node on Meowth’s dick.

Meowth threw his head back, his whiskers fanning around his face. “I’m comin’, Jimmy!” he declared to the stars above. “I think it’s time!” His tail whipped around like a helicopter’s blade.

James was too far-gone to stay quiet. “Fill me with your white tomorrow!” he cried.

Meowth filled James like a cream pastry. James nipped at the back of his forefinger joints. It did little to curb his enthusiasm. He hoped Jessie’s earplugs held up.

But, oh. Oh no. His own cannoli was about to go explody. He’d forgotten to put on protection; he’d have such a mess to clean up and, in his state, he didn’t know if he’d have the energy.

Meowth seemed to notice his mild distress. “Don’t worry, Jimmy. I gotcha.” He pulled out of James and disappeared below the bump.

“Bless him,” James thought, tears misting his eyes. “He’s going to save me the cleanup.” 

Meowth closed his mouth around James’s penis and commenced the fellatio. He was always such a sucker for round things.

-O-o-O-o-O-

*puts on clown nose, walks plank, lands in James and Meowth's sex sweat* TONIGHT WE DINE ON DOVE