AGNPH Stories
 

An Encounter With The Source by penguinmayhem

 
 

Chapter 1


I suppose I ought to feel privileged, or at least very lucky. Sadly, all I can feel right now is the tightest pussy I've ever encountered wrapped securely around my dick like a vacuum cleaner.

"You're welcome."

I wish she'd stop doing that. It's kind of creepy when you're trying to shove your bone into a pretty girl and she keeps replying to your inner monologue. Well who cares about that. I put another inch in her, which takes altogether far too much effort on my part, and struggle not to ejaculate my own brains right out. God, this is good.

"Please don't use my name in vain." With that tone of voice she's got, I can't honestly tell if she's being earnest or just teasing me. The face doesn't help either, since it's not even real and refuses to stay put so I can actually look at it.

But wait a second, just what's going on here? Why am I fucking the tightest cunt in all of creation? And why is she grinding back against me and making those adorable bleating noises like a drunk Mareep? Wow, there's an unpleasant mental image. Anyway, getting back to what I was saying...

"Are you going to talk to yourself all evening or are you going to dump your seed in me already?"

You have no idea what that voice does to me. She's like a perfect combination of your first high school crush and your best friend's insanely hot mom. Sweet, young and innocent, but mature and experienced at the same time. Everything she says is so ingenuous, naive even, and yet every single word is laden with innuendo. And then there's the body.

White from end to end. Not just white like as in person, no this chick is white as snow, literally. From the very tips of the toes she can't quite get right, to the tips of her hair that's longer than she is. She really seems to love that, having long hair.

"My head gets cold like this," she explains, prodding me in the ribs with a finger. It's like being stabbed by an icicle made of magma. Not that anything could dissuade me from this divine pussy, no sir. That thought seems to please her, so she rears up on her hind legs and bucks back against me vigorously, her arms winding around my body possessively while her cunt gets possessive with my already aching and ready-to-burst penis.

I'm sorry, did I just say her hind legs? Yeah, she's not very good at maintaining her composure at all.

"I could drop the facade, if you prefer." Holy shit, it's like she's fucking me in the ear. With her voice. How does that even work? Dammit, I shouldn't be giving her ideas.

Too late. I look her in the eye just for a split second, just by accident, and reality shifts around me. She rewrites the rules to suit her own whims, and right now that involves her tongue worming its way into my head, right into my brain, right in my mind. It's the most horrible, most uncomfortable thing I think I've ever experienced, but holy fuck it feels good. She just reaches right in and starts playing with my neurones, rearranging my consciousness like it's just a toy for her to play with.

I can't stop myself from fucking her. Not that I'd want to, of course. This chick may be the most disturbing, frightening, confusing woman I think I've ever met, and she may in fact be a giant white llama with a crazy metal skirt on, but that doesn't mean she's not the most incredible fuck I've ever experienced. I'm barely halfway in and I think if I stop holding it in, I might just jizz myself to death in this divine twat. She's so damn tight, like a child, a tiny little tunnel of gripping, clenching flesh like a dozen miniature hands all squeezing on my dick all at once, trying to crush it into nothing. It's so supple and smooth, and so incredibly dextrous, just one perfectly-fitted sleeve of muscle like a living fleshy condom that comes to life and gives you a god damned massage when you put it on.

If I'm a bit incoherent, it's because I'm losing my mind banging the creator of everything.

"Flattered."

There's no way any man could take this kind of punishment. I'm going to die. I know, with decisive finality, that I'm going to die. Any moment now I'm going to cum, and she'll milk everything out of me, until there's absolutely nothing left but my dead, hollow corpse. If I had half a brain, I'd get my dick out of this thing right now and run away very fast.

I just can't resist.

"No one ever can," she reassures me, as if apologizing to a misbehaving child. "Just relax and give me what I want. Pour your seed into me, young creature."

Pour? Much more of this and I'm going to be shooting a wad off so hard it could punch through steel. My balls feel like they're going to implode at this rate, and I've got the biggest, most intense orgasm of my life boiling away inside me just waiting to get out. Why am I holding it back? That isn't what guys normally do, right?

"Then don't. Give me everything. Give me all of your precious life."

I've decided it's not worth going in with life after something like this, because really what could ever top this, and it's time to grab the bull by the horns. Or in this case, grab the big white four-legged slut by her silly metal body collar halo thing and give her a damn good shafting.

On the very first attempted thrust, I know I'm not going to survive this.

"Aaaahhn!" The creator of everything, blessed be Her name, looks surprised, as if she wasn't expecting me to ram my dick into her like that because she's been reading my mind this whole time. Lying bitch. Time to wipe that smile off her unreadable face. Does she even have a mouth? Don't think so.

"Oh, that's much better. Fuck me like that! Stop clinging to your mortality and give it to me! Give me your life's fluid!"

She has a very strange way of talking dirty, but I don't care. I'm going to bang this stupid all-powerful bimbo senseless if it kills me, which it will. Every time my hips hit her rear end, it feels like my whole body explodes, and everything else goes with it. I can't stop. Banging my balls on this bitch's mound is just too satisfying. Watching the look on her featureless face, that somehow still manages to look flushed with lustful excitement.

"Do it," she whispers in my brain. All four legs push her body back at me with the kind of force that could crush a man. In this case, it just crushes my cock into the suckling, ravenous depths of her unbearably tight, elastic pussy until I finally hit bottom, conveniently the exact length of my dick. "Fire your load in me. Soil the womb that bore you. Fertilize the same pussy that created your entire world. Let my womb drink an eternity of your glorious seed."

Firing off the biggest load of my short life inside Arceus' perfect cunt, I discover what it feels like to experience absolute pleasure...forever.



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I need to cum. I'm going to cum. I can't stop it. But I can't. If I cum, the whole universe will be destroyed.

Wait what?

I don't even know how I got into this situation. To be honest, I can't remember much of anything right now. My memory seems to be disappearing out from under me. That probably has something to do with the unspeakable monstrosity sucking my brains out, both figuratively and literally, right now.

I'm trying desperately to remember what led me to this moment, and how I even ended up in this distorted world in the first place. The monster slurps the thoughts right out of my mind like wet noodles. I can almost see them, like an effervescent purple haze, floating right out of the top of my head and into the creature's terrible dripping maw. I'd scream, but I'm trying too hard to remember anything I can. I'd run, but she's got me well and truly pinned.

Yes, she. I know it's a she because of the unholy flesh slurping on my dick. That superb, frothing, cavernous cunt like an infinite void of ripe, sinful flesh. It hungers for me. I can feel it trying to pull me in, devour me whole, right down to my soul. It wants to kill me, but I'm going to cum first, and then it won't matter what she does with me.

I can't say it's particularly pleasant being pinned beneath a gigantic gold-and-grey centipede, but the longer I spend here, the more I come to enjoy it. I don't want to, my whole body churns with revulsion, but I can't resist this temptation. Her spiderlike limbs, dozens upon dozens of them in rows along her sides, clutching me tightly to her vast, tubular body almost like a child. The powerful undulations of her muscular flesh against my body are somehow thrilling, erotic even.

Her mouth is like something out of a nightmare, a terrible gaping emptiness lined with sharp mandibles and oozing, dripping saliva. I'm forced to stare right down into that abyss as she sucks my whole life right out of my head, and in some twisted way, the sinking finality and the hot wafting of her breath on my face and the prickling of her murderous yet lovingly careful jaws on my face are only making my cock stiffer than it's ever been in my whole life. I think.

I think?

I'm having trouble even remembering any more. My tenth birthday? My friends? My family? Where am I from? What's my name again? How old am I?

I can't cum.

I can't tell you how much I want to, though. I don't think I've ever wanted anything quite so much in my whole life. At least, what I can remember of it. This gargantuan temptress hasn't said a word, but I know exactly what she wants, and the longer I stay here and let her do this to me, the more I want it too.

It's hard to believe. You haven't seen this cunt, but if you had, you wouldn't think it out of place on a monster like her. Right at the end of her caterpillar body, at the very tip of her bulbous, muscle-bound tail, is a second mouth.

At first it looks like nothing, like just a lump of dark flesh with another bony spine of gold. Then they part, a dozen limbs in miniature, like the mouthparts of an overgrown tarantula, their tiny hooked gold claws reaching for your helpless body. A few of them peel the swollen purple flesh apart, and beneath the mound of her massively chubby outer labia is the most disgusting sight you'll ever see.

It's like a mockery of a real vagina, like someone took a proper pussy and corrupted it, twisted it into something bestial and dark. Bruised petals of flesh so deep a blue it's almost black, so much flesh crammed together tightly, packed into itself. Her lower limbs dig the lips of her foul cunt apart, and out they come with a disgusting wet sound, the fleshy walls hanging obscenely dripping with thick, slime-like purple ooze, as if her pussy has been turned inside out. The flesh looks warty, deformed, every inch of those loose and floppy cunt lips covered in folds upon folds of skin.

You'd want it. You'd savour the incredible pungent smell of it burning at your nose like pure, unbridled lust and hatred and sin condensed into a single scent. You'd want to bury your face in that disgusting twat, smother yourself in the quivering flesh and feel her mucous soak you, clinging to your skin like hot boiling tar that sears right into your soul. You might even just dive right into it headfirst, let her pussy pincers sink themselves into your body and shovel you right up into her, let her swallow you whole into her unspeakable depths.

I don't know why I haven't cum yet. I can't believe I've lasted this long. What feels like miles upon miles of cunt meat massaging my dick in ways that I can't even put into words, and her claws cutting into the flesh of my hips as she holds me hungrily to her yearning, foaming vent. She demands my sacrifice. She wants my spunk. I have to empty my balls into this unutterable horror. I have to. I must.

I haven't cum this hard in my entire life. Maybe if I'm very lucky, if I fill her disgusting, irresistible cunt so full that even her gigantic wormlike belly swells with my load, then she might keep me around for a while? Maybe we can do this again someti


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    The Wild-Card!
    Reviewer: Captain_Dragonuv
    Date:Feb 13 2013 Chapter:Chapter 1
    interesting work. could use alil refining, but overal very well put together.

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    Good and Evil
    Used both the devine Arceus and infernal Giratina in the same story