Story Notes:
Just a little writing I did out of boredom, really. Middle chapter will be short, for my own personal benefit. Just a warning in the event you wish to skip it.
Chapter 1
"Yes! They finally left!" A tall blonde peered out the window, watching as both her parents drove away for their personal vacation. She was so happy; she hardly had any time to herself these days. She was stockier than most girls her age, but still fairly tall. She was built for the profession she was born into: farming. But it didn't necessarily mean that she wasn't pretty. Vanity was her middle name, in all honesty. And it was for that reason, that a local trainer was plotting her demise.
Annabelle was perhaps the snobbiest person you will ever meet. She thought she had all the looks, the best toys, what have you. She thought she could get away with anything. So it was unsurprising that a young trainer, who had been shut down by her one too many times, was planning a little something special.
While Annabelle was struggling into some fitted jeans and a halter top the color of a picnic blanket, the angsty trainer was releasing his ditto into the field. "Ditto, transform!" He commanded, and the small pink blob transformed into a Tauros, and a fine specimen at that. "Now, when Annabelle comes out, you know what to do. Give her something to remember." He nodded and the ditto-made-tauros lumbered into the grasses.
The blonde was just tying her hair back into a pony-tail when she heard unfamiliar snorting from the back pens. She grabbed a shock-rod and headed out back, eyeing the scene suspiciously. And then she saw it, the biggest, most well constructed bull she'd ever seen. She wasn't about to complain, however. As long as it stayed there, it was going to earn her some huge brownie-points with her parents. They'd trust her on her own, and, better yet, they'd leave more often. She chuckled to herself and jumped the fence.
"Well, well, well... Aren't you a glamorous stud." She cooed, resting a hand on the star of its forehead. The bull shook his head and pawed at the ground but didn't attack.
"And so well behaved..." A bellossom walked by as she stepped backwards, falling beneath her foot and releasing Sweet Scent before darting off into the bushes. The sickly sweet, mesmerizing aroma caught her off guard and she inhaled. The effects were dizzying and she soon found herself on the ground, staring straight at the tauros' sack.
To me truthful, she'd never seen one before and the pollen was muddying her thoughts. "I've always wondered..." She giggled, reaching out a hand, fondling the furry phallus gently with her fingers. The Pokémon snorted with pleasure and pawed at the ground, bowing his head and looking around at what she was doing. She smiled and kissed his nose. The sudden movement on the Pokémon's behalf made her hand move slightly higher. She gasped when the bull did, finding her digits gently caressing a growing, pulsing member.
Both in alarm and fascination, she grabbed it. Tauros snorted and pawed harder at the ground beneath him. Annabelle took this as encouragement and proceed to slide her hand up and down, not able to look away as the cock continued to grow, expanding, pulsing, and elongating. She felt herself getting wet, but thought nothing of it. Very suddenly, the bull reared and turned on its hind hooves, thusly freeing his organ from her hand and rushing her back. The girl released a soft 'oof' as the back of her head came in contact with the ground. White stars danced before her eyes but she came to when she felt hot breath on her hips.
Startled, she looked down, alarmed to see the Pokémon tearing at her lip of her jeans with his mouth. It was even more alarming when it managed to unzip them and pull denim and the soft cotton of her panties off with an effortless tug. Finally coming to her senses, she tried to get to her feet but found that her jeans were still wrapped around her ankles. She toppled forward, grabbing onto the top rung of the fence to keep from falling to her hands. She gasped, feeling hot, steamy breath on her lower lips and tried to squirm away but found herself unable to move as a pair of muscle-bound forelegs rested on either side of her waist.
Annabelle began to panic. What had she gotten herself into? Was she truly about to be raped by a lusty Pokémon? This just couldn't be happening. But it was. She knew. And it was made even clearer as the tauros shifted its weight and its huge member rubbed against her lips. A shiver went through her entire form and she tried again to move. An idea occurred to her but she cursed herself. The bull shifted his footing once more. The tazer rod that she'd brought out with her had fallen from her hands at some point. The cock's tip found her entrance at last. This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening. But with one delighted snort, the tauros trust forward.
Stars danced before Annabelle's eyes. The pain was immense, but not unbearable, and not as immense as the cock stroking against her inner walls. Every thrust was pure pleasure. Even the pain faded away to nothingness as she lost herself further and further into the ecstatic abyss. The bull pressed onwards with slow, powerful thrusts, earning pleasurable moans from his mate. Her walls contracted and he bellowed, gaining speed as pleasure took him as well. Both now, human and Pokémon, were relishing in the act. Annabelle even forgot that she was out in the open, not that anyone was around to see her anyways. What she didn't know was that the ditto's trainer was just returning from the Mart with refreshments. He had no idea what he was going to walk in on, but was rather delighted at the spectacle. Annabelle, once the girl of his dreams and long-time pursuit, and the one who had pushed him away every time, as being humiliated. He chuckled and waited for the end to roll around.
The speed was bring both around to orgasm. Annabelle's nails were digging into the wooden support as more and more unbearable pleasure released soft, choked screams from her throat. She was going to go mad if she didn't find release. Every inch of her skin was alive with sensation. The Pokémon was panting heavily and finally hit its top speed. A rumbling bellow escaped his throat as she shot his hot seep into her, triggering her own orgasm. She nearly screamed, spasms wracking her body. Both rested, panting, the Pokémon rocking slowly back and forth, pumping all that was left of his semen into her. Both of their juiced spilled helplessly to the ground. After what seemed like an eternity, the bull pulled out and staggered backwards.
Free of the weight from her backside, the blonde fell to her knees with a light 'slosh' and turned to sit on her ass. She couldn't help but laugh at herself, the situation; anything really.
"That... Was amazing..." She panted and rested back against the fence. Her eyes closed softly so she was blind to the fact that her 'rapist' had transformed back into a ditto in its exhaustion.
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, Annabelle." The male trainer snickered, jumping the fence opposite her, coming to stand beside his Pokémon. "After all, that's all you're ever going to get."
"Dover?" She blinked and hastily rose to her feet, pulling her pants up in the process. He eyed her, amused, as she glowered at him and tried to straighten her appearance. "Just what do you think you're doing here...?"
She looked down at the ditto, sleeping in the grass with a contented smile on its face. "You... Oh, you are going to pay big time. You set this all up!" She went to throw a punch, but was much too exhausted. Her blow fell short and he pushed her back, returning his ditto to his pokeball.
"I'll see ya' round. Or not. I'm not really sure what will happen to you, to be honest." He shrugged and stalked away, leaving the stocky blonde to glare at his backside.
Annabelle was perhaps the snobbiest person you will ever meet. She thought she had all the looks, the best toys, what have you. She thought she could get away with anything. So it was unsurprising that a young trainer, who had been shut down by her one too many times, was planning a little something special.
While Annabelle was struggling into some fitted jeans and a halter top the color of a picnic blanket, the angsty trainer was releasing his ditto into the field. "Ditto, transform!" He commanded, and the small pink blob transformed into a Tauros, and a fine specimen at that. "Now, when Annabelle comes out, you know what to do. Give her something to remember." He nodded and the ditto-made-tauros lumbered into the grasses.
The blonde was just tying her hair back into a pony-tail when she heard unfamiliar snorting from the back pens. She grabbed a shock-rod and headed out back, eyeing the scene suspiciously. And then she saw it, the biggest, most well constructed bull she'd ever seen. She wasn't about to complain, however. As long as it stayed there, it was going to earn her some huge brownie-points with her parents. They'd trust her on her own, and, better yet, they'd leave more often. She chuckled to herself and jumped the fence.
"Well, well, well... Aren't you a glamorous stud." She cooed, resting a hand on the star of its forehead. The bull shook his head and pawed at the ground but didn't attack.
"And so well behaved..." A bellossom walked by as she stepped backwards, falling beneath her foot and releasing Sweet Scent before darting off into the bushes. The sickly sweet, mesmerizing aroma caught her off guard and she inhaled. The effects were dizzying and she soon found herself on the ground, staring straight at the tauros' sack.
To me truthful, she'd never seen one before and the pollen was muddying her thoughts. "I've always wondered..." She giggled, reaching out a hand, fondling the furry phallus gently with her fingers. The Pokémon snorted with pleasure and pawed at the ground, bowing his head and looking around at what she was doing. She smiled and kissed his nose. The sudden movement on the Pokémon's behalf made her hand move slightly higher. She gasped when the bull did, finding her digits gently caressing a growing, pulsing member.
Both in alarm and fascination, she grabbed it. Tauros snorted and pawed harder at the ground beneath him. Annabelle took this as encouragement and proceed to slide her hand up and down, not able to look away as the cock continued to grow, expanding, pulsing, and elongating. She felt herself getting wet, but thought nothing of it. Very suddenly, the bull reared and turned on its hind hooves, thusly freeing his organ from her hand and rushing her back. The girl released a soft 'oof' as the back of her head came in contact with the ground. White stars danced before her eyes but she came to when she felt hot breath on her hips.
Startled, she looked down, alarmed to see the Pokémon tearing at her lip of her jeans with his mouth. It was even more alarming when it managed to unzip them and pull denim and the soft cotton of her panties off with an effortless tug. Finally coming to her senses, she tried to get to her feet but found that her jeans were still wrapped around her ankles. She toppled forward, grabbing onto the top rung of the fence to keep from falling to her hands. She gasped, feeling hot, steamy breath on her lower lips and tried to squirm away but found herself unable to move as a pair of muscle-bound forelegs rested on either side of her waist.
Annabelle began to panic. What had she gotten herself into? Was she truly about to be raped by a lusty Pokémon? This just couldn't be happening. But it was. She knew. And it was made even clearer as the tauros shifted its weight and its huge member rubbed against her lips. A shiver went through her entire form and she tried again to move. An idea occurred to her but she cursed herself. The bull shifted his footing once more. The tazer rod that she'd brought out with her had fallen from her hands at some point. The cock's tip found her entrance at last. This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening. But with one delighted snort, the tauros trust forward.
Stars danced before Annabelle's eyes. The pain was immense, but not unbearable, and not as immense as the cock stroking against her inner walls. Every thrust was pure pleasure. Even the pain faded away to nothingness as she lost herself further and further into the ecstatic abyss. The bull pressed onwards with slow, powerful thrusts, earning pleasurable moans from his mate. Her walls contracted and he bellowed, gaining speed as pleasure took him as well. Both now, human and Pokémon, were relishing in the act. Annabelle even forgot that she was out in the open, not that anyone was around to see her anyways. What she didn't know was that the ditto's trainer was just returning from the Mart with refreshments. He had no idea what he was going to walk in on, but was rather delighted at the spectacle. Annabelle, once the girl of his dreams and long-time pursuit, and the one who had pushed him away every time, as being humiliated. He chuckled and waited for the end to roll around.
The speed was bring both around to orgasm. Annabelle's nails were digging into the wooden support as more and more unbearable pleasure released soft, choked screams from her throat. She was going to go mad if she didn't find release. Every inch of her skin was alive with sensation. The Pokémon was panting heavily and finally hit its top speed. A rumbling bellow escaped his throat as she shot his hot seep into her, triggering her own orgasm. She nearly screamed, spasms wracking her body. Both rested, panting, the Pokémon rocking slowly back and forth, pumping all that was left of his semen into her. Both of their juiced spilled helplessly to the ground. After what seemed like an eternity, the bull pulled out and staggered backwards.
Free of the weight from her backside, the blonde fell to her knees with a light 'slosh' and turned to sit on her ass. She couldn't help but laugh at herself, the situation; anything really.
"That... Was amazing..." She panted and rested back against the fence. Her eyes closed softly so she was blind to the fact that her 'rapist' had transformed back into a ditto in its exhaustion.
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, Annabelle." The male trainer snickered, jumping the fence opposite her, coming to stand beside his Pokémon. "After all, that's all you're ever going to get."
"Dover?" She blinked and hastily rose to her feet, pulling her pants up in the process. He eyed her, amused, as she glowered at him and tried to straighten her appearance. "Just what do you think you're doing here...?"
She looked down at the ditto, sleeping in the grass with a contented smile on its face. "You... Oh, you are going to pay big time. You set this all up!" She went to throw a punch, but was much too exhausted. Her blow fell short and he pushed her back, returning his ditto to his pokeball.
"I'll see ya' round. Or not. I'm not really sure what will happen to you, to be honest." He shrugged and stalked away, leaving the stocky blonde to glare at his backside.
Chapter End Notes:
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