The Best
The call to use Submission as a finisher struck Sandslash as odd, considering his opponent, but he'd never had a reason to doubt his trainer before, so why start now? The spiked mouse Pokemon took a more solid stance, flexing out his thick arms and preparing for his foe's inevitable attack. He knew how to get the best out of all of his attacks--that's what made him one of the best. That's what made him a champion.
Of course, not all Pokemon fall for the same techniques, even after taking a good beating, and some trainers stick it out for that one long shot and the seeming end of a battle. This Pikachu and his trainer were prime examples. The Pikachu moved like a blur, streaking a Quick Attack across the dusty field, knocking the wind out of Sandslash as skull collided with ribs.
Sandslash wasn't known to back down, either. He didn't even wait to breathe before ensnaring the hapless Pikachu in his powerful arms. Submission was easy this way, just crush them until they squeak. Sandslash was good at that, he was solid and heavy, strong and powerful, and he had quite the weight advantage against the Pikachu just under two thirds his height. It was a no contest, really, and Sandlash's mind wandered in those few moments it could afford, racing away on a different thought as minds tend to do...
Much as Sandslash loved his trainer, he never got much non-combative contact with other Pokemon once he got out of the Daycare Center. His trainer was a smart one, he had deposited him when he was just a baby Sandshrew, and growth and evolution came from nature, from games he played with other Pokemon. He missed that, when he could just be a Pokemon around other Pokemon.
The warm fur of the Pikachu, held against his own soft underside reminded him of another Sandshrew that was in the Center with him, much softer than he was, and a female, in her prime, as far as one could be without evolving. He sired not one, but two eggs with her. It'd been so long since he mated, and the soft, warm fur against him filled him with that natural desire to be with another again, to sew his seed...
Sandslash snapped out of his daze with a concentrated look. He was hot, and out of breath, but not from combat. He couldn't believe what he was thinking for a moment. The Pikachu in his arms was certainly not his species, and for that matter, the Pikachu he was squeezing in his powerful limbs was very much male. Sandslash rolled his eyes at himself, and flexed his muscles, eliciting a squeaking cry from Pikachu, and letting the electric Pokemon slip into unconsciousness's sweet embrace.
With words of congratulation, and a flash of light, Sandslash found himself once again resting inside his Pokeball.
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Sandslash couldn't sleep that night. At the Pokemon Center, his trainer was nice enough to let him out of his Pokeball, and the trainer fondly held Sandslash next to him like a rather large teddy bear. Sandslash was his most loyal Pokemon, so he'd grown quite attached to him. Sandslash, of course, enjoyed being able to sleep beside his trainer, but tonight, he was bothered. That battle plagued him. He could still remember that Pikachu. The way he felt, the way he smelled, it was all right in the forefront of Sandslash's mind. Eventually, Sandslash couldn't stand it any longer, and excused himself from the bed, though his trainer did not object, sleeping soundly.
Sandslash lumbered through the Pokemon Center, thoughtfully. He could almost smell that Pikachu in his nose, still. No, he really could smell that Pikachu. Sandslash put his nose to the ground, curiously. That Pikachu had to have been here, and recently. Well, not surprising, really, given that this was the only nearby Pokemon center. Sandslash shook his head, however. He couldn't believe what he was thinking, for the second time in a day. He was starting to feel warm again, just like before, but he wasn't daydreaming this time, he was thinking clearly about that Pikachu.
Sandslash grumbled a little at himself, and started to wander towards the small Pokemon door into the back field, for Pokemon outside their ball, like him, to head to run or relieve themselves when their trainers were preoccupied. None of that mattered, however, as Sandslash stood frozen as he stared off in front of him. That very same Pikachu had been treated and was now sleeping flat on his back on a rock.
Common sense seemed to completely abandon the Sandslash as he stalked over to the rock, and looked over the Pikachu. Without thinking, Sandslash started to gradually climb onto the low rock, snout pressed into the Pikachu's ear, pink tongue licking at the base. Pikachu only smiled in his sleep at the soothing licks.
It was just like the Daycare Center, thought Sandslash, climbing to poise above the Pikachu, hotly licking his ear, and then his cheek-sac. Sandslash was feeling warm all over--he wanted this Pikachu. Thought be damned, instinct told Sandslash he wanted this Pikachu.
But the tongue on his cheek-sac woke Pikachu up.
The awakening seemed peaceful at
first, until Pikachu's eyes started to focus. The electric Pokemon's eyes opened wider than he thought possible, staring at the Pokemon poised over him, a ground type, with huge claws, very large, and very... male.
Sandslash had yet to realize the glistening pink emerged between his legs. Sandslash was obviously male, but the half-emerged rod only seemed to be a testament to that fact. Sandslash could only stare back at Pikachu then, unsure of what to do, stunned, staring right back into the other mouse's eyes. Sandslash barely noticed when Pikachu took a glance directly at his groin.
It was only a hunch, just a gut feeling that Sandslash had, and had he not acted on it immediately, it would have been gone. But where others may have hesitated, he acted.
Sandslash made his first movement quickly, as if Pikachu might flee if Sandslash's intentions weren't clear. In one movement, Sandlash pinned the 'chu to the rock with the flat sides of his claws, and pushed himself down Pikachu's length, burying his snout against softly furred sheath and the equally soft orbs that rested snugly beneath it. Pikachu squeaked, a mixed sound of protest, fear, and perhaps, something else.
The smell of Pikachu was so much stronger there, and that smell, and that soft fur, even softer down along Pikachu's most tender of places, what what drove Sandslash on, not even sure what he was doing. The force of his snout was firm, enough to pin Pikachu by itself, so Sandslash brought his claws to the sides of Pikachu's hips, balancing himself. He began to lick firmly, tongue pressing hard against soft fur and the flesh underneath. Pikachu squealed a shrill sound, but Sandslash spotted what the Pikachu's body said. A tiny tapering length of glistening pinkness was starting to show itself. Pikachu's body wanted more.
Sandslash licked again and again, harder and harder, Pikachu squirming under him as that tiny tip began to emerge and swell, revealing a thick length. When Sandslash turned his attention to that, licking the glistening moisture from it, Pikachu stopped squirming, taking in a sharp breath. He liked that. He really liked that.
Things only got better for Pikachu from then, Sandslash's lusty instincts driving him to take the entire thick length into his long snout, tongue licking off that delicious moisture as Pikachu rewarded him with dribbles of tangy precum. The taste drove Sandslash mad, squeezing and milking the firm pinkness in his mouth, only wanting more and more of that taste that he had smelled, that drove him to sleeplessness.
Pikachu couldn't hold out for long, the Sandslash's strength in his tongue alone driving his tender flesh to that fine line between extreme pleasure and pain. The electric Pokemon gasped for breath for all his little body could manage, before suddenly convulsing wildly, sending out a loud crash of thunder and lightning from his electric sacs.
Fortunately, Sandslash was unaffected by electricity, but he was not ready for the burst of salty, sticky fluid that filled his mouth as the Pikachu orgasmed. The Sandslash nearly gagged, but resisted, though he dribbled messily over Pikachu, greedily swallowing what he could, that wonderful taste of Pikachu. That was enough for him to have his fill, however, leaving Pikachu's spent member as he withdrew. Sandslash had another need to fill, though. His own rod had grown to easily twice the length and girth of Pikachu's at its prime, and his balls were very full from years of unuse, large orbs ready, tucked against his fur. Pikachu panted, dazedly. Sandslash decided he would claim this Pikachu rightly as one of his mates. However, without having proper female equipment, Pikachu would prove difficult, thought Sandslash, before he realized how utterly wrong that thought was.
Pikachu screamed in surprise and pain as Sandslash grabbed the hapless electric Pokemon's hips, and rammed his thick, bulging shaft into the tight hole Pikachu never imagined having anything enter, nearly tearing the poor Pokemon's virgin tailhole as it was so quickly stretched. However, only a third or so of the firm flesh had actually overcome resistance.
Sandslash would not be dissuaded. Pikachu was his. Even male, Sandslash would claim this one as one of his mates. Hooking the claws of his feet against whatever purchase he could find, he pushed harder, his tapering length only stretching Pikachu further as he entered further. Tears of pain flowed from the Pikachu, but he neither pushed away, nor even squirmed. Though the pain, he wanted this, too. He wanted Sandslash to take him. He realized it could only be an honor to be chosen by a Pokemon that could be so magnificent in battle.
The vice-like grip around Sandslash's intrusion gave way only so far, not quite accomadating Sandslash's girth, leaving about a quarter of its overall length. That was enough for Sandslash, however, who pulled nearly all the way out, only to pound himself deep inside again, and again, and again, rocking the Pikachu's body with every movement, squeaks and cries responding from each.
Finally, with one final push, Pikachu's tight hole gave way to the last of Sandslash's length, just in time for Sandslash to do what he had meant to. With a powerful shudder from the spikey ground-type, he had his own climax, flooding the hapless Pikachu with his thick, hot cum, enough to leak out between the Pikachu's hole and Sandslash's shaft. Pikachu made a low, helpless noise, before falling back, unconscious. Sandslash panted heavily, removing himself from the Pikachu, and then leaning over to give the Pikachu a lick on the nose.
With that, Sandslash hobbled back to his trainer's room to sleep.
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Sandslash awoke the next morning alert and awake. He was kind of scruffy from the night before, but the nurse cleaned him up, no questions asked. His trainer even chalked it up to battle wounds he hadn't seen yet. Sandslash was, of course, returned to his Pokeball. As his trainer began to walk away from the Center, Sandslash was filled with fond thoughts, and he wondered if he'd ever see his new mate again. He hadn't had a night like that in a long time, though it was usually a female in that. He would have to admit, though, that Pikachu was wonderful. And he learned, too, that finding a mate can be just like battling. Where others may have hesitated, he acted. That's what made him the best.
Of course, not all Pokemon fall for the same techniques, even after taking a good beating, and some trainers stick it out for that one long shot and the seeming end of a battle. This Pikachu and his trainer were prime examples. The Pikachu moved like a blur, streaking a Quick Attack across the dusty field, knocking the wind out of Sandslash as skull collided with ribs.
Sandslash wasn't known to back down, either. He didn't even wait to breathe before ensnaring the hapless Pikachu in his powerful arms. Submission was easy this way, just crush them until they squeak. Sandslash was good at that, he was solid and heavy, strong and powerful, and he had quite the weight advantage against the Pikachu just under two thirds his height. It was a no contest, really, and Sandlash's mind wandered in those few moments it could afford, racing away on a different thought as minds tend to do...
Much as Sandslash loved his trainer, he never got much non-combative contact with other Pokemon once he got out of the Daycare Center. His trainer was a smart one, he had deposited him when he was just a baby Sandshrew, and growth and evolution came from nature, from games he played with other Pokemon. He missed that, when he could just be a Pokemon around other Pokemon.
The warm fur of the Pikachu, held against his own soft underside reminded him of another Sandshrew that was in the Center with him, much softer than he was, and a female, in her prime, as far as one could be without evolving. He sired not one, but two eggs with her. It'd been so long since he mated, and the soft, warm fur against him filled him with that natural desire to be with another again, to sew his seed...
Sandslash snapped out of his daze with a concentrated look. He was hot, and out of breath, but not from combat. He couldn't believe what he was thinking for a moment. The Pikachu in his arms was certainly not his species, and for that matter, the Pikachu he was squeezing in his powerful limbs was very much male. Sandslash rolled his eyes at himself, and flexed his muscles, eliciting a squeaking cry from Pikachu, and letting the electric Pokemon slip into unconsciousness's sweet embrace.
With words of congratulation, and a flash of light, Sandslash found himself once again resting inside his Pokeball.
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Sandslash couldn't sleep that night. At the Pokemon Center, his trainer was nice enough to let him out of his Pokeball, and the trainer fondly held Sandslash next to him like a rather large teddy bear. Sandslash was his most loyal Pokemon, so he'd grown quite attached to him. Sandslash, of course, enjoyed being able to sleep beside his trainer, but tonight, he was bothered. That battle plagued him. He could still remember that Pikachu. The way he felt, the way he smelled, it was all right in the forefront of Sandslash's mind. Eventually, Sandslash couldn't stand it any longer, and excused himself from the bed, though his trainer did not object, sleeping soundly.
Sandslash lumbered through the Pokemon Center, thoughtfully. He could almost smell that Pikachu in his nose, still. No, he really could smell that Pikachu. Sandslash put his nose to the ground, curiously. That Pikachu had to have been here, and recently. Well, not surprising, really, given that this was the only nearby Pokemon center. Sandslash shook his head, however. He couldn't believe what he was thinking, for the second time in a day. He was starting to feel warm again, just like before, but he wasn't daydreaming this time, he was thinking clearly about that Pikachu.
Sandslash grumbled a little at himself, and started to wander towards the small Pokemon door into the back field, for Pokemon outside their ball, like him, to head to run or relieve themselves when their trainers were preoccupied. None of that mattered, however, as Sandslash stood frozen as he stared off in front of him. That very same Pikachu had been treated and was now sleeping flat on his back on a rock.
Common sense seemed to completely abandon the Sandslash as he stalked over to the rock, and looked over the Pikachu. Without thinking, Sandslash started to gradually climb onto the low rock, snout pressed into the Pikachu's ear, pink tongue licking at the base. Pikachu only smiled in his sleep at the soothing licks.
It was just like the Daycare Center, thought Sandslash, climbing to poise above the Pikachu, hotly licking his ear, and then his cheek-sac. Sandslash was feeling warm all over--he wanted this Pikachu. Thought be damned, instinct told Sandslash he wanted this Pikachu.
But the tongue on his cheek-sac woke Pikachu up.
The awakening seemed peaceful at
first, until Pikachu's eyes started to focus. The electric Pokemon's eyes opened wider than he thought possible, staring at the Pokemon poised over him, a ground type, with huge claws, very large, and very... male.
Sandslash had yet to realize the glistening pink emerged between his legs. Sandslash was obviously male, but the half-emerged rod only seemed to be a testament to that fact. Sandslash could only stare back at Pikachu then, unsure of what to do, stunned, staring right back into the other mouse's eyes. Sandslash barely noticed when Pikachu took a glance directly at his groin.
It was only a hunch, just a gut feeling that Sandslash had, and had he not acted on it immediately, it would have been gone. But where others may have hesitated, he acted.
Sandslash made his first movement quickly, as if Pikachu might flee if Sandslash's intentions weren't clear. In one movement, Sandlash pinned the 'chu to the rock with the flat sides of his claws, and pushed himself down Pikachu's length, burying his snout against softly furred sheath and the equally soft orbs that rested snugly beneath it. Pikachu squeaked, a mixed sound of protest, fear, and perhaps, something else.
The smell of Pikachu was so much stronger there, and that smell, and that soft fur, even softer down along Pikachu's most tender of places, what what drove Sandslash on, not even sure what he was doing. The force of his snout was firm, enough to pin Pikachu by itself, so Sandslash brought his claws to the sides of Pikachu's hips, balancing himself. He began to lick firmly, tongue pressing hard against soft fur and the flesh underneath. Pikachu squealed a shrill sound, but Sandslash spotted what the Pikachu's body said. A tiny tapering length of glistening pinkness was starting to show itself. Pikachu's body wanted more.
Sandslash licked again and again, harder and harder, Pikachu squirming under him as that tiny tip began to emerge and swell, revealing a thick length. When Sandslash turned his attention to that, licking the glistening moisture from it, Pikachu stopped squirming, taking in a sharp breath. He liked that. He really liked that.
Things only got better for Pikachu from then, Sandslash's lusty instincts driving him to take the entire thick length into his long snout, tongue licking off that delicious moisture as Pikachu rewarded him with dribbles of tangy precum. The taste drove Sandslash mad, squeezing and milking the firm pinkness in his mouth, only wanting more and more of that taste that he had smelled, that drove him to sleeplessness.
Pikachu couldn't hold out for long, the Sandslash's strength in his tongue alone driving his tender flesh to that fine line between extreme pleasure and pain. The electric Pokemon gasped for breath for all his little body could manage, before suddenly convulsing wildly, sending out a loud crash of thunder and lightning from his electric sacs.
Fortunately, Sandslash was unaffected by electricity, but he was not ready for the burst of salty, sticky fluid that filled his mouth as the Pikachu orgasmed. The Sandslash nearly gagged, but resisted, though he dribbled messily over Pikachu, greedily swallowing what he could, that wonderful taste of Pikachu. That was enough for him to have his fill, however, leaving Pikachu's spent member as he withdrew. Sandslash had another need to fill, though. His own rod had grown to easily twice the length and girth of Pikachu's at its prime, and his balls were very full from years of unuse, large orbs ready, tucked against his fur. Pikachu panted, dazedly. Sandslash decided he would claim this Pikachu rightly as one of his mates. However, without having proper female equipment, Pikachu would prove difficult, thought Sandslash, before he realized how utterly wrong that thought was.
Pikachu screamed in surprise and pain as Sandslash grabbed the hapless electric Pokemon's hips, and rammed his thick, bulging shaft into the tight hole Pikachu never imagined having anything enter, nearly tearing the poor Pokemon's virgin tailhole as it was so quickly stretched. However, only a third or so of the firm flesh had actually overcome resistance.
Sandslash would not be dissuaded. Pikachu was his. Even male, Sandslash would claim this one as one of his mates. Hooking the claws of his feet against whatever purchase he could find, he pushed harder, his tapering length only stretching Pikachu further as he entered further. Tears of pain flowed from the Pikachu, but he neither pushed away, nor even squirmed. Though the pain, he wanted this, too. He wanted Sandslash to take him. He realized it could only be an honor to be chosen by a Pokemon that could be so magnificent in battle.
The vice-like grip around Sandslash's intrusion gave way only so far, not quite accomadating Sandslash's girth, leaving about a quarter of its overall length. That was enough for Sandslash, however, who pulled nearly all the way out, only to pound himself deep inside again, and again, and again, rocking the Pikachu's body with every movement, squeaks and cries responding from each.
Finally, with one final push, Pikachu's tight hole gave way to the last of Sandslash's length, just in time for Sandslash to do what he had meant to. With a powerful shudder from the spikey ground-type, he had his own climax, flooding the hapless Pikachu with his thick, hot cum, enough to leak out between the Pikachu's hole and Sandslash's shaft. Pikachu made a low, helpless noise, before falling back, unconscious. Sandslash panted heavily, removing himself from the Pikachu, and then leaning over to give the Pikachu a lick on the nose.
With that, Sandslash hobbled back to his trainer's room to sleep.
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Sandslash awoke the next morning alert and awake. He was kind of scruffy from the night before, but the nurse cleaned him up, no questions asked. His trainer even chalked it up to battle wounds he hadn't seen yet. Sandslash was, of course, returned to his Pokeball. As his trainer began to walk away from the Center, Sandslash was filled with fond thoughts, and he wondered if he'd ever see his new mate again. He hadn't had a night like that in a long time, though it was usually a female in that. He would have to admit, though, that Pikachu was wonderful. And he learned, too, that finding a mate can be just like battling. Where others may have hesitated, he acted. That's what made him the best.