Lesolan groaned in her sleep. Her dreems were dark, and she showed it in the way she twitched and slid around her bed.

On a particularly violent jerk, she flipped off the side of the bed. Yelping a strangled curse she jumped to her feet, half awake. She couldn't remember what had been so particularly scary about the dream, but a feeling of unnease still haunted her, silently whispering malicious thoughts into her subconscious, accelerating the waking proccess.

With a sigh she ran her hands over her face, scrubbing the feelings away. A headache suddenly arose in the ugly feelings wake, making her press her hands to her temple.

She jerked her hand away from her head. She had felt something. Something that was penetrating her skin. With gentle hands, she checked the bumps on her head again. There they were again, hard, yet soft. She gently squeezed one, but fell over at the intense feeling. It wasn't quite pleasure, but it sure as hell made her squirm in a good way.

As she lay on her back, she reached back to the protrusions, and lightly squeezed them again, this time, both at the same time.

She passed out.

She awoke to something warm and wet stroking her face, and a weight on her chest. The smell of honey and sweet grass was heavy in her nostrils.

She blinked a few times, sorting her swimming vision out, then grunted in disgust. Her bulbasaur was sitting on her boobs, licking her face, smiling happily.

When it saw she was fully awake, it called out excitedly, 'Bulba!'

'UGH!' She said, then sat up, flipping the struggling Poke'Mon off of her with an outstretched arm. 'Disgusting!'

The poor boy whimpered, and nudged her leg with its head, showing its affection. Lesolan, instead of showing any kind of reciprocation, jumped off her bed and ran straight for her mom's room, hoping to ditch her Poke'Mon. She hit the door running, banging it open, to find the room deserted.

'Bulba!' She heard from behind her.

Slowly, she turned around. Her eyes flashed warningly, and her mouth twitched into what couldn't quite be called a wide grin, and suddenly the shadows caught her face just right, making it look like she was a beast from the netherrealms. Her teeth glinted bright white, and for a second, they could have easily been mistaken for elongated fangs.

Without knowing it, Lesolan had used a kind of Glare/Leer-like attack, and her poor Poke'Mon got the full blast of it. Its eyes widened and dilated in fear, and its heart rate raised dramatically. Beads of sweat rolled down his small body, and after a deafeningly silent half minute, he ran back to Lesolan's room as if the Zubat's of Hell were after him.

Lesolan grunted, then followed it at a much more leisurly pace. She entered her room, and saw her cowering Bulbasaur sitting in the center of its cloth made nest, eyes still wide, and mouth slightly agape. It was staring off into space, shivering in fright, and didn't respond when Lesolan laughed uproariously at its appearence.

Once recovering from her less than dignified guffawing, Lesolan stepped over to her Poke'Mon. She pondered it in a contemplative manner, her brow slightly furrowed.Suddenly, on a whim, she poked its face with her big toe. It still didn't move when she almost lost her balance and jabbed its eye by accident. Starting to get worried now, Lesolan leaned over, and grabbed its stubby little ears in her hands.

'Hey,' she said, tugging lightly. 'Wake the fuck up.'

With one final shiver, her Bulbasaur recovered from the traumatizing episode. He refocused on her face, and seeing that not only was she back to normal, but paying attention to him, he called out again, leaning into her hands. With an exasperated sigh, Lesolan let go of the soft ears.

'Thought you had a problem or something...' She muttered, getting back up, secretly glad that he was okay. She didn't want to have to trek the whole way out to the nearest Poke'Mon Center, just because her Poke'Mon was a special case.

As the thought ran through her head, a feeling as if two spikes were driven into her skull, right at the temples, seemed to split her her head in half. With a startled yelp, she fell to the ground, grabbing at the spots. She screamed, and whipped them back off, the pain more incredible than she could have believed possible.

She rolled onto her side and started to drag herself to her desk phone. Her vision swam for a few seconds, and nausia made her stomach fluxuate. She stopped moving and swallowed rapidly, holding down her stomach's contents, feeling as if she would puke at any second.

'Saur! Saur!' Her Bulbasaur called out, worried, but not sure why.

After a few moments, Lesolan resumed her slow crawl to the phone. With each movement, the pain in her head grew, blasting with renewed vigor. With an outstretched hand, she pulled the phone off of its stand. Again, her vision wavered, then refocused, this time spots of distorted coloring seem to twirl in and out of her peripheral. She tried to focus on the number pad in front of her face, and after a few tries, finally managed to dial 911.

'911,' A bored tone said from the speaker. 'State the nature of your emergency...'

Lesolan opened her mouth, but the words wouldn't come out properly. She kept fumbling over her tongue, as if it had swollen. She swallowed one last time, as hard as she could, then gasped out, 'Help!'

'What's happened?' The voice asked urgently, much less bored now. 'Ma'am? Hello? Are you still there?' The words fell upon deaf ears. Lesolan had fainted.

Her Bulbasaur wailed in alarm as its master stopped moving, going completely limp. He licked her face, trying to coax some action from her, but nothing worked.

Three and a half minutes later, two officers broke the door open to the dark and silent house. They followed the sounds of a distressed Poke'Mon to find him still worrying over Lesolan. Her eyes were open, and when one of the officers shined his light into them, they didn't dilate. Another five minutes later, and Lesolan was pushed into the back of an ambulance, her Poke'Mon silently sitting atop her chest, watching her face for any slight movement.

Two days later and Lesolan was home again. Her wrist hurt from signing so many release forms, but other than that she was fine.

'I'm heeeere!' She called into the house, kicking off her shoes, then stripping the socks off.

The house remained silent in answer, a small breeze of air flowing through the windows to escape the door before she shut it.

Slightly aggravated, she pushed the door to her mother's room open, wondering why she hadn't come to see her.

'Mom.' She called from the doorway.

The room was empty.

'Where the fuck are you...?' She asked under her breath.

Giving up the search, she went to her room. She threw the Poke'Ball onto the nest of clothes Bulbasaur had made. He popped out onto the floor near the 'Ball.

'Bulba!' He said happily.

'Yeah, yeah. So you said before...'

She rubbed her hand to her forehead, a minor ache forming again. Again she touched the nubbs, and the strange almost-pleasure spiked through her.

'Argh! What the hell-?'

She stumbled to her closet mirror and inspected the small horns. They were no longer than 3/4ths an inch, and a dull brown, slightly dented in on the top, making it feel as if they were almost curving backwards. When she touched them once more, the feeling flashed stronger. Bent over slightly, she rubbed the right horn with her hand. A dull throb steadily asserted itself in her body, making every heart beat a powerful rush of blood. She fealt excited, pleasured, and exhilerated all at once. Breathing heavily, supporting her upper weight with her left hand on her knee, she hooked her thumb into the small crevice on the back of the horn, and rubbed furiously with her forefinger.

The orgasm caught her completely by surprise.

With a cry she fell forward, pressing up against the cool glass of the mirror, slowly sliding down into a half sitting position before limply flopping to her side contentedly.

She faintly heard her Poke'Mon questioningly bark at her, 'Ba?'

After a few moments, she came back to earth, the feelings subsiding.

Eyes slightly glazed, she kept rubbing her horn. The sensation was still there, but it wouldn't escalate anymore. She huffed frustratedly, then let go of the pleasure inducing nubb. She stayed on the floor for a bit more, just relaxing in the afterglow. It was a strange one, to be sure. She didn't feel cowish like she normally did when she normally performed on herself. After a bit of just laying there, her body started to go into sleep mode. Pleasant thoughts slid her into a half-doze.

A light snuffling pervaded her near-dreams, and a flush of pure pleasure wracked her body as something wrapped its mouth around her left horn. The heat from the tongue seemed scalding, and it burned into her body's core, firing her up again. She moaned as she fully awakened.

'So... hot...' She panted, putting her left hand over the crotch of her jeans, feeling a slight dampness from the previous excursion. She moaned again as she lightly trailed along the edges of the creases, rubbing her sensitive flesh with the rough material.

With a jerk, she realised her Poke'mon was licking her. The pleasure evaporated in an instant. She jumped up, pushing the Bulbasaur away from her. She rubbed her horn to rid it of the spittle that remained, now cooling, exposed to the air.

She nearly kicked him right there, but stumbled to her bed instead when a minor spange went through her head, chasing the thought. Another thought struck her. Whas the headache a symptom of her bad thoughts? Were they centralized on just her Poke'Mon, or did it expand from there? Was it fatal?

Sitting on her bed, she looked at her Bulbasaur. He had followed her out and was watching her intently, ready to go on the move at a moments notice. He cocked his head to the side, watching something above her head for a moment, then went back to her eyes.

She looked behind her, but nothing was out of the ordinary, so she put it off to him still familiarizing himself with the room. As her head turned back, an ever so slight pressure pressed against here head where the horns were. Without thinking she put her hands up to them again. Her eyes widened like dinner plates.

She ran to the mirror again, her Poke'Mon in tow.

They were Huge!

She gently traced her fingers up the sweeping horns. They jutted out of her head, then jinked upwards, then back , then down, pointing towards her skull. The color was a dark, glossy brown, and it reminded her of rich, dark chocolate. The centers were thinner than the edges, and the bodies stayed the same until the ends. The head ends were only a little bit smaller than the average thickness, but the point ends were like triangles, quickly tapering into rounded points. The corners in the horns were so slightly rounded, taking away any edges that might hurt when touched, or even abrade for that matter.

As she explored the newly formed extensions, a thrill went through her body. Her skin tingled, and the horns actually throbbed in her hands, like blood was coursing through them.

'Whoooo...' She breathed out unsteadily, rocking back and forth a little, the feelings nearly overwhelming.

She sat down, barely avoiding twisting her ankle in the procces. She leaned back, resting her spine against the wall, and unzipped her jeans. She shucked them off, sqirming out of them like a frantic bug escaping its cacoon. Her underwear was still damp, and those too came off quickly, barely catching on her right toes as she spread wide. With a huff she pulled her shirt off too, throwing it to the side without looking. It landed near Bulbasaur, making him jump. He had been tentatively sniffing her underwear when it startled him. Seconds later, after affirming that she didn't do it on purpose, or didn't mean to pursue further, he resumed his inspection of the soft clothing.

Lesolan was completely absorbed with her own actions to notice the barely notable air flowing over her foot. As she stroked long, purposeful caresses along her horn, her other hand was busy with the heated flesh lower upon her anatomy. Her head was tilted forwards and to the side, eyes closed, alowing her to squeeze her breats between her upper parts of her arms. The feeling was exquisite, and drove her wild, something that hadn't happened before. Oh, sure, a small part of her admitted she liked to grope herself, but it never gave her feelings like this before!

She groaned loudly as a sharp splash of pleasure welled up in her horns. She rubbed furiously, trying to bring it to complete fruition. Her fingers worked her nether regions sensitive flesh, too, quickly jerking the sensitive shaft of nerves shaped more or less like a penis. The feelings were so powerful, yet frustratingly teasing, never quite letting her release. Something in the back of her mind made a click as it saw the penis it had never had before, but the moment didn't last longer than a half a second before the near ecstacy blocked it out.

Meanwhile, her Poke'Mon had boldened up when she hadn't responded to his small advances. He had been strutting around, moving his little legs as fast as he could, working his pheromones into the air, his feet softly making sounds in the plush carpet. When he took a moment to rest, he noticed that she still hadn't moved from her position. With a brave step forward, he strutted right up to her furiously working hand. It was wrapped around a thick peice of flesh that he hadn't seen there before. He accepted it without question, though, the smell it was pervading the air with was powerful, and it awed him that his lady mistress had such an extremely potent Attract scent. He leaned forward, nuzzling into it, inhaling it's godly flavor.

'Pahh...' He breathed out, the air rushing over Lesolans heated skin.

Her eyes fluttered open just as he reverantly took the tip into his mouth, delicately licking over the head. With a ragged moan, the most powerful orgasm she had ever had blasted through her body like a hurricane. She bucked her hips, forcing a little more of the burning rod into the startled Bulbasaur's mouth. He jerked back, but not so much that the tip left his mouth, and after the first three thrusts, he eased back onto it, suckling on the pink tinged mocha colored skin. After the seventh thrust, Lesolan stopped bucking, her hips lifted off the floor, her back jammed against the wall. A few seconds later she was still full swing in her orgasm. It rippled back and forth through her like an echo, then overlapped itself and recalibrated back to a steady reverbration that pumped with her heart beat.

45 seconds from the time it began, a heavy liquid slashed from the slit in the engorged flesh into the awaiting mouth. It messily coated the insides of the encompassing oriface, filling it up for many seconds, bulging the cheaks before being swallowed down. The Bulbasaur kept licking the tip, sending shocks of stomach flopping pleasure along the hyper-sensitive flesh, eliciting more moans and surges of the thick liquid from his beautiful mistress.

With the insane level of pleasure coursing through her, Lesolan grabbed her little lover and thrust one last time into his mouth. This time a seed surged forth, unknown to them both, and was swallowed along with the copius, viscuous fertilizer.

The level of pleasure literally doubled itself in Lesolan.

She let out a strangled yelp of satifaction, pulled her thouroghly startled Poke'Mon a little more onto her, popping the retreating flesh from its mouth, then promptly fainted.

With a slightly miffed huff, he pulled out of her limp hands and nuzzled her body. With no response, he went back to where the psuedo-penis had been, but it was gone, resting back under the clitoral hood from whence it came. He licked her puffy vaginal lips a few times, taking the taste and rolling it over and over in his mind. Still with no response, he straddled his mistress pelvis, and slowly pressed his engorged member into the hot folds of his goddess. He pulled in a deep breathe, then sunk all the way in, gently rolling his hips in a pleasing manner.

Lesolan's breathing went from heavy to spradic. Her dreams were invaded by a loving entity she couldn't quite make out. It was green, and had blue tips, and radiated love and worship upon her like it was going out of style. She sighed contentedly and squeezed it close, pulling him deeper.

As her heavenly silken folds clamped down on his penis, Bulbasaur licked her stomach, tickling it slightly. He watched mesmarized as her muscles fluxuated like they had a mind of their own. He nuzzled her tummy again, licking the taught belly button, pressing the tip of his tongue in and pulling it out with a miniscule pop. He pressed harder against her, grinding their sexes together, grunting a little. With great care he began to pull out, and gently thrust in, doing his best to drive his mistress wild again. She groaned in her sleep again, and he took this for a good sign. He gradually sped up, until his small testicles were slapping delisciously against her bare skin, bouncing gently. Her vagina was completely soaked now, the aromatic juice splattering with each hump, and slowly trailing down her crevice and over her puckered anus.

With a last hard grind, mashing sheath to nether lips, her Poke'Mon came.The bulb on his back ruffled uneasily, opening slightly to reveal deep red flower petals, still damp and incompletely formed, then closing up again as the first spasm hit. His seed spent across her insides, marking hot green tinged off-white trails. He microthrusted with each jet of under-developed semen, desperately trying to give her all the love he could. A few globs even entered her womb, the spurts so strong.

After a short rest in that position, he pulled out, and curled up in her arms, and started suckling a nipple like an infant.

Still dreaming, Lesolan pulled her Bulbasaur closer, groaning at the new type of pleasure, some thin, sweet milk even slipping into the suckling maw.

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