AGNPH Stories
 

Tension Release by jewelwriter

 
 

Tension Release

*Dear Readers,
This is a regular warning to all. The following is a story that can be misleading to anyone that is younger than the allowed age limit. If you do go on responsibility is now with you. So please if you don't desire to read such an event then please hit the Back button or try and head to WWW.Pokemon.com for wholesome pokemon gaming. Thank you. And may the stars protect you.
Signed
Jewelwriter Eli Moonstar
PS: I have to finally type it out another way... but please don't think I'll do this OFTEN.*












Containts: Arthro/Non-arthro, Transformation (near the end.), sexual tension and release, savagery, Rape (sorta).
















"JUST fucking great." Grumbles a Marshtomp. This guy as every right to do so today. Earlier he had a (Pardon the pun) Series of Unfortunate Events. First he almost didn't make it to his job thanks to some ass hogging road and having to have the police Growlithes arrest the perp, taking over 2 hours of work. Another 'incident' happened when one of the pipes that they were using to create to help pump air almost nailed him on the head... TWICE. One of the workers became a serious Jerk by sliping a hot nail in the seat I was about to have during lunch break. Still got the burn to prove it. Then he had to work late for letting out a bit of his anger on the one that did it to him. The final straw was when his pay was sliced in two and half of it was given to the one that did made him stay late in the first place. Sure you can clearly let a Wartortle get away with something but trying to nail a point though a Snorlax is like trying to move one... your most likely to end up smothered to death under the weight it has.

Now our Marshtomp is going though the back alleys, thinking the long way home would help him push is anger out; unaware of what he attracted instead. It's said that certain pokemon can be drawn to others by means of emotion, well this one clearly had ideas for letting out all that anger. With the silence of the night.

Marshtomp blinks after a while, noting someone ahead. 'Great' he thinks, 'someone begging for...scraps.' He didn't expect what he saw but he notes a lovely fem ahead, well for her species, and something about her eyes got him stuck to where he was before he could even budge to escape her. Mean Look... HOW could he have FELL for that? (Well in his current state of mine he didn't think fast enough to evade it.) Now stuck where he was he's at her mercy. Coming into full view of the light we find a long haired female, her eyes lightly tented gold, her necklace; a perfect string of blood-perals; sways around her neck, and her dress was almost as seemless as silk but doesn't hide anything from the eyes of the captured male.
Her eyes glare to him, smiling as she looks over his simple yet nimble water/ground form. He wasn't too bad off, a good size of muscle for his job at construction. And by how she can see it he's a single male, just the ripe, hot, and tasty types that she love to get into. The experience she has will let him release what he feels within.

Now she starts to pet his body, letting his rear fall to the ground as she follows a bit to keep him from running even after lifting the spell from him. His eyes wondered to her touch as he enjoyed the belly rub, but tries to resist her like prey resisting a preditor to not be eaten alive. Her body keeps rubbing him slowly, her other hand soon held his head as she stares into his eyes. Something about her got him quivering, his heart racing in all directions as blood stirs to her touch, finding it's mark as she smirks nose to nose with him. His blush clear as he grew stiff and hard from her hands. Four and a half inches of male pleasure standing like a statue. The fantom female decides to reveal her full self, touching her necklace which made her dress vanish her bouncy D cups easly swing in their prime as she decides to draw him to the brink of need. Her paws soon hold onto his arms, his mind snaping back to a moment too late as she now got him wanting, tormenting him as she rubs her self lightly over his penis.
"L-LET ME GO!" he strugles, his mind and body fully agreeing for once to try and escape her torment to try and relief his problem or hide, but she kept it up, making him moan and pre in dire need of release. But she never gave it to him. His member to tormented to even become 5 inches it still wasn't enough to have her release him. She kept up her punishment, his mind wanting to run from her; to take her; to make her pay. Her body soon starts to be wet seeing him in such frustration, growing wet as she tries to slowly slide a paw to her box.

With all the torment and need, he decided to do something of her momentary distraction. Taking her by the paws he sent her to the walls, she wasn't too far hurt but what was hurting was her hands, held behind her like a criminal as the Marshtomp finally lets her have it, all of it as she screams and wails from the savage ramming, his dick pumping so hard and fast he forgot to control himself from how pissed off he is, releasing the torrent of cum first, fucking her on and on as he shot bullet after bullet of his creation juice into her.

And yet she groans for more, not speaking a word as the lust set in, her vaginal tunnel snagging him at every moment to encourage, to enrage him onward. He grunts and humps on, her body sweating as well as his, the pre and the cum oozing out onto the filth that is the floor as he kept his grip strong and unforgiving, wanting to make her remember not to torment him any longer. The powerful screwing might have lasted for over 48 minutes but it was plenty fo time as he soon finally let it all out... wailing as she groans in pleasure, cumming with him with intense results. Each shot kept coming and coming before she saw a glow on the wall, eyes wide as she knew what was going to happen in that instant. Her body feels the growth in her as she wails, letting out another orgasm as he finally stoped evolving... he's a Swampert now. And from releasing one last burst of powerful semen, he faints. Out cold from such release.
Morning... hand he wonders where the frag is he, looking at himself he asumes he better get home before someone realizes what happened. The sprit that was around wasn't found out. The smirk on the Misdreavus' face clear as she speaks to herself.... "Who else needs to let it out?"
 
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