The Best Job, part 1
THE BEST JOB
(Female morphic Raichu / Machine. Female morphic Flaaffy / Male nonmorphic Dragonite. Various others (suggested).)
Sari yawned and stretched, blinking blearily at the buzzing alarm clock, trying to focus on its digital readout. 19:45. Ah yes, night shift. No wonder she was having trouble waking up. This job really disrupted her sleep schedule. Luckily, it was only three nights each week.
Scratching herself in a decidedly un-ladylike place, she rose to her feet and left the rumpled bed behind, heading for the bathroom, where she dealt with her toiletries and took a short and cold shower, taking only a few moments to run some soap through her long blonde hair. Fifteen minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, looking surprisingly refreshed as she quickly slipped into her clothes. Glancing at the alarm clock, she found it glowing a reassuring 20:11 and decided she had enough time to get herself a quick (and very late) breakfast of a bowl of Oreos in chocolate milk and three cups of coffee before diving into her coat, out of her house, and into her car.
Mr. Carlsson had been a security guard for only a little while at the Nutrucon Power Company, but he was already sure it was the best job he ever had, and would ever have. Let all those intellectuals rule countries and run corporations. They would never get to see what he gets to see on -this- job. Poor guys! Carefully, the Growlithe-morph adjusted his uniform, particularly his groin-area, and glanced down at the two Unown merged the cloth of his suit, providing additional protection in the highly-unlikely case of a security problem.
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As he looked up, Carlsson was treated to one of his favorite sights. One of the facility's employees parked her car in the reserved lots. He could see her through the large glass doors as the Raichu stepped out of the car, and walked over to the door, fishing and fumbling around for her security card before running it through the door's reader.
The glass slid aside almost soundlessly as Mr. Carlsson rose to his feet and put on his 'impassive guard face', stepping towards the Raichu, although he already knew the cheerful and somewhat-sloppy Sari Helemdal since she had worked here for a little while, now. "Identification, please."
With a smile, the Raichu reached into her pocket and pulled out the company identification card, showing her passphoto and some small amount of additional data. Mr. Carlsson scraped his voice so he'd sound deeper and more masculine, and said, "Number three, eh? Alright. Match the number."
This was the moment he'd been waiting for, and he already felt a stirring in his loins as the Raichu reached up to the neck of her shirt. Slowly, she pulled down the neckline, stretching it far enough so that the now-nearly-drooling guard could see the numbers 03 tattood on the Raichu's breast. Was there just a tiny hint of nipple he could see there?
"Y-*squeak!*.", came from Mr. Carlsson's throat as his voice chose that very moment to jump, causing the insides of his ears to flush deep crimson in embaressment. He scraped his throat and tried again, "You may pass. Leave your file on my desk, here."
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Sari smiled friendily at the guard as she laid the file down, and walked into the next section of the building, one where only females were allowed. She wondered how long it would take for poor Carlsson to find the nude photos she had hidden in her file for him.
The air felt slightly moist in the changing room, mostly due to the showers which were commonly used after a shift. The Raichu ran her fingers through her fur as she slipped out of her clothes and put her other belongings in her locker, which closed with an audible 'click'. Naked as the day she was born, she stepped out of the changing room, and deeper into the complex, entering the room where she would stay much of her day... or rather, night.
Large, massive towers of batteries, easily as high as she was and twice as wide, stood side-by-side, storing electricity for emergency usage, until a backup, like Sari herself, would kick in. Currently, all was calm. A quiet electrical buzz reached her ear, and in the distance, she could hear the consumer of all this power: The cooling pumps for the main reactor.
Those beasties were the cause of all this caution. With backups all over, the pumps constantly pushed scores of cubic metres of water through the main reactor, keeping it from overheating. If power to it ever stopped, the reactor would overheat swiftly and cause catastrophic failure.
Of course, that's what Sari and the others were for. The batteries could offer a fair level of power for a while, but it required a blast of power far in excess of the batteries' capacities to kick-start the emergency generators for the pumps. Once the emergency generators were active, they could keep those great pumps going until the problem is either fixed or, with more serious problems, the reactor got cooled down and deactivated safely.
The scents of sweat, sex, and ozone grew stronger as Sari stepped into the room she would be spending most of this night in, the room containing the Current Harvester Unit (CHU). It wasn't a very complex place, with créme-white walls and ceiling, and white, rubbery floor tiles. The only things of noticeable mention were the lockers stacked one atop the other in one of the walls, and the electricity-collection-machine.
Currently occupied, the machine was a monster worth a stare or two. Deep crimson padding formed a seat for an unknown Raichu's rump, back, and shoulders, forming a bowl-like seat that culminated in a head-rest at the very top. Two braces supported and held that female's legs spread open at a fairly comfortable-but-exposing distance, unveiling her shaven feminine folds. Two vibrators entered the occupant's body, a slim, lightly-ridged length entering her tailhole whilst one with a slightly thicker girth entered her vagina. An oddly-articulated robotic arm stood nearby, the strange metallic material that it was made of glistening darkly, although it's only purpose was to ensure, with the spout at it's end, that the female in the machine was at all times properly lubricated and thusly, not too uncomfortable.
Sari couldn't see the occupant's face due to the overhanging monitor that took care of entertainment needs during the long hours of a shift, and Sari knew that the young woman didn't know of her presence, either, so she quietly scraped her throat and announced, "Hello, I'm Sari. I'm here to take that comfortable spot you've been keeping warm for me. It's my shift now.".
She tried to keep from a giggle as she heard the female in the machine sigh, and watched her fingers play across the buttons on one of the armrests of the machine, giving the machine the signal to stop and let her go. Carefully, the machine retracted it's vibrators, deactivated them, and folded the television screen back, the bonds around the young woman's arms and legs clicking open only then. With a soft groan, the unknown Raichu sat op and ran her hand through her mussed hair, "Ah, thanks. I'll head for home and bed, then. Oh, my name is Verine."
Verine blinked her slightly-bleary eyes, and got off of the machine, reaching down to screw the two vibrators that had been in her for the past few hours from the sockets in the machine, unveiling the glistening coppery tip of the slimmer anal dildo. That tip, Sari knew, was used to draw electricity from the Raichu's spine.
"You're new here, aren't you?" Sari said, as she watched Verine remove the helmet that contained the cheek electrodes, freeing her long, green-dyed hair before cleaning the two probes and storing them in the locker labeled with her name.
"Oh, yes, I am. How did you know?" Verine responded, but Sari merely smiled in response and opened her own locker, drawing out her own attachments.. the vaginal vibrator could've swallowed the one Verine used whole, it was at least twice the girth and four times the volume. A true monster. "Well,", Sari said, "..because only newbies are so timid about the choice of their attachments. I started out that small myself, too."
Sari turned around, only barely holding back laughter when she saw Verine gaping at the massive girth of both anal- and vaginal probe. The girl's mouth was actually, literally hanging open! Sari waved the vibrator back and forth, and finally lost control of her giggles as she saw Verine's eyes following the notable size.
"D-.. Doesn't that hurt?!" Verine managed to get out as Sari's laugh broke her amazement. "I mean... that would tear something!".
Sari laughed again, "Oh yes, new alright. Actually, it's only slightly uncomfortable getting in, but that discomfort is paid for in spades once you settle down enjoy the level of stimulation these can offer. And it gives you something to really squeeze down upon, not like those little ones.". Turning around and bending over to settle the two large probes into their sockets, she was unaware that Verine was checking her out from behind. Or more specifically, that Verine was trying to find out if Sari was as loose as Verine suspected.
When Sari laid down in the machine and reached up to bring the screen down over her, she waved at a for-some-reason intensely-blushing Verine, and placed her arms and legs into their respective bonds. Closing her eyes, she activated the machine, and heard the footfalls of Verine leaving. It was considered rather impolite to stay and watch.
A soft electric whirr sounded as the lubricator arm unfolded, it's moistly-glistening delivery-spout drooling slick fluids across the outer- and inner labia of Sari's feminine sex, cool at first but rapidly warming to a comfortable temperature. Slowly, the tip of the spout teased across Sari's inner folds, sliding into her for several long moments before withdrawing and lowering itself to her tailhole, which it liberally lubricated before finally withdrawing and tucking itself away.
Closing her eyes, Sari exhaled slowly and waited for the expected touch of the two probes, which gently nudged her orifices before driving in with a gentleness that only a carefully calibrated machine could manage, spreading her open with only a minor discomfort. Then the impressively-thick probes lay within her, stretching her, leaving her feeling full. Making sure the cheek-electrodes, also meant for current-harvesting, were properly attached, she finally opened her eyes again, and ran her fingertips across the controls on one of the machine's 'armrests', activating the screen above her.
The primary menu opened, unfolding before her like a tree flowering. For a moment, Sari wished her own computer had such an intuitive and beautiful interface, before giggling at the sheer sillyness of the thought. She couldn't possibly install this machine's operating system on her own computer! Still... Sari's fingers ran along the controls again, which were easily distinguishable by touch alone, sending the screen flicking through various screens. The machine came with a monster-database and direct television feeds for entertainment throughout the long hours. Most of it was pornographic, and the TV-feed was carefully sensored to keep anything 'distasteful' out. Calmly, Sari flicked the cursors through the various catagorized movies, and settled upon an episode of a series that she had been following since she discovered it. Selecting it, she hit play and relaxed as the screen turned black...
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The screen lit up and showed the point where Sari'd left off; a strange prison cell, an interrogation chamber of sorts. A furry, nonmorphic dragonite was it's only occupant, his body tightly clothed by what could only be considered a heavily reinforced straight-jacket. A severe-looking muzzle had been tightened around his snout and his ankles had been chained to the floor, wide apart around the block of stone that was his seat. Large clamps held his wings, those clamps connected to chains that kept them spread out in full display. A set of tailrings around the length kept the additional limb under control and pulled down to the floor. As a final touch, showing that this wasn't just restraining gear for an extremely violent prisoner, the front of the straight-jacket had an opening, big enough to leave the Dragonite's impressively large balls and sheath hanging out.
Sighing softly, the Dragonite wriggled in his bonds, trying half-heartedly to escape his bonds, when the door into the cell opened, allowing a rather scantily-clad police woman into the room. Light shone down upon her, sparking highlights off her unusual leather police uniform: Hip-high black-leather dominatrix boots, black silken gloves, a spiky collar, a leather version of a police cap, a belt supporting a variety of sextoys, and a leather vest that seemed almost entirely incapable of restraining the woman's massive bust. Red nipples peeked out between the tight thin metal chains that, standing taut, desperately tried to keep from bursting under the stress of the great mammaries that stretched out the leather around them.
Ambia smiled, the morphic Flaaffy slowly walking towards the poor Dragonite, her hips and tail swaying. "Well-well, Mister Dwaggie Longtail. Finally we've caught you. Did you really think you could go to the police? My master, Dr. Lustidick, -owns- the police. He is a mighty man, you know. A very mighty man indeed, and he'll become even more powerful when he has the Family Jewels of Ra. Already, he owns the Sapphire Penis and the Emerald Right Testicle.. once he has the Emerald Left Testicle, and unites the three on the holy Statue of Ra on the night of a full moon, -all- of pokemon-kind will become slaves to his cock!"
The policewoman Flaaffy leaned forward, running her hand slowly down the Dragonite's front, "And I, I will become his queen. All we need to do, is find the one remaining part of Ra's Family Jewels, and we know that you had it last. You got it before my master's Pussy Burglars even entered the temple, didn't you? Trying to save pokemonkind from domination... I know you hid it... and I have a way to find out how."
Dwaggie glared at Ambia angrily, suddenly struggling viciously against the jangling chains and tight straight-jacket, seeking to throttle the 'fake' policewoman, hrrowling loudly through the muzzle as he whipped his tail in it's bonds.
"Ahh, but I know you won't tell me, no matter how much I torture you.. but that's alright, because we have another way.", Ambia said, gesturing to her shaven feminine folds, where a ruby glittered, pierced through the nubbin of her clit. "My master gave me Cleopatra's Clit. It is a powerful magical object that allows me to grab a man's memories by taking their seed in me. The more of their seed, the more of their memories I gain. I just need to gain the memory of where you hid the Testicle.". Calmly, she places her hand on Dwaggie's sheath, and squeezed it firmly.
The Dragonite growled loudly, trying to twist himself away from her touch, his expression one of disgust and a bit of fear. He set his jaws grimly moments later, intent on resisting her to the last as her fingers began slowly rubbing up and down the length of the Dragonite's sheath, peeling it back a bit to unveil the crimson tip of the dragonkin's impressive maleness. Murring to herself in delighted pleasure, the police-woman went down on her knees between the Dragonite's, reaching up to her jacket and undoing one of the slim chains holding it together in front. Almost instantly, without the assistance of the fourth, the other three chains sprang loose with gun retort-like sounds, links bending open to the irresistible force of Ambia's mammaries.
Inhaling deeply once, the Flaaffy shuffles a bit closer on her knees, and grabbed the Dragonite's sheath firmly, rubbing it up and down intently while her other hand reached down to grasp one of Dwaggie's balls, the thing almost as big as a small melon. Slowly, she rolls and caresses it, soon giving the other one similar attention. A sharp inhalation from above showed that she was having some effect, the male length firming just a bit within the soft sheath, tip peeking from the opening. It wouldn't go much further than that, though, Dwaggie's forehead creasing with his concentration to keep it down.
Ambia knew a few tricks, though, and leaning forward, placed her lips around the tip of Dwaggie's tapered cock, suckling softly, and grasped his sheath firmly with both hands. Her hair began to spark, little electrical arcs dancing throughout, down her back, and arms, a sudden surge or electricity blasting through the Dragonite's most sensitive flesh.
Letting out a loud moan of pain, Dwaggie felt his sheath tighten, his maleness swelling in response to the shock, which was, despite the pain, stimulating him against his will. Another shock follows, and another, the Dragonite writhing in his bonds as Ambia electrically forced his erection to grow.
Dwaggie Longtail wasn't the only one to get a shock, though, for as Dwaggie's maleness finally reached full flag, Ambia stared down at it in awe. She never saw such a -huge-, hard, throbbing cock! I must've been at least three feet! Swallowing her amazement, she leant forward, and licked up the thick, glistening drop of pre that had formed on the tip, before taking the male length in her mouth again, pressing her body against the massive maleness so it rested between her sizable breasts.
With her lips tightly wrapped around the tip of the Dragonite's maleness, the policewoman began suckling hungrily, forcefully, while the fingers of both of her hands remained wrapped around the base of the massive cock, sending stimulating jolts of currents through the hard flesh. The firm male arousal jumped with every shock, accompanied by loud moans from the Dragonite. Pulling her lips from the cocktip, the flaaffy-morph was greeted with a spurt of prefluid, which she quickly began spreading across the firm length of male flesh, leaving it glistening moistly.
Chains rattled as Dwaggie twisted and struggled against the bonds, trying to open his jaws for a hyperbeam, but the muzzle was strong enough to keep his snout closed and his groans muffled. He swallowed and stared as Ambia stepped back and ran her hands across her generous breasts, the Dragonite struggling to keep back a lustful whine at the sight. He'd always had a weakness for large breasts, which was particularly inconvenient when Ambia leaned forward and pressed her breasts around his cock, slowly rubbing up and down it's slick length as she slowly plied the sensitive flesh, occasionally reaching down to touch his cockbase and shock him again.
Noticing that the dragonite's balls had swollen to the size of baseballs under all this stimulation, she looked up at the Dragonite's face with a lecherous smile, before wrapping her lips around the tip of Dwaggie's male flesh again. Grabbing the base of the hard length, her other arm wrapped itself around her breasts to keep them pressed snugly around the hot spire. Her fleece flickered, little sparks dancing through it as she gathered up a great amount of electricity. Moments later, it -blasted- through the dragonkin's cock, his body bucking in it's bonds like his cock jumped in Ambia's mouth.
Another jolt followed, and another, and another, the Dragonite roaring in agony while he did everything he could to cringe away from the painful, stimulating shocks, but it was obvious to Sari (who was still watching the this movie) that the Dragonite was losing the battle to keep from orgasm. Three more forceful surges followed, one after the other, and then is was too much. With a muffled roar, the Dragonite's balls lifted up and his cock began pulsing in the flaaffy's grip, sending great gushes of seed into her mouth.
Swallowing frantically, Ambia drank the hot and extremely-copious fluids, seed dripping down her chin where it leaked from her mouth. For long, long seconds, the Dragonite's cock pulsed on and on, until finally, his orgasm slowly faded from him. Without taking her mouth from the tip of Dwaggie's cock, the flaaffy policewoman/minion quickly took a sizable cockring from her belt and wrapped it around the base of the Dragonite's maleness to keep him from losing his erection.
Using her fingers, she rubbed the last dregs of Dwaggie's seed from his cock into her mouth, and wiped the white fluid from her chin and cheeks, sucking that in too. Standing up in full, she smiled up at the Dragonite, who was staring at the wall blankly, a single tear trickling down his cheek as if the Dragonite realised, in those last moments, all that he was losing.
"Guess I got all of your mind in that orgasm, hmm? Thank you kindly for divulging the person you gave the Emerald Testicle to.", Ambia said, patting her seed-swollen belly and turning around, leaving the prison cell, leaving the poor, erected Dwaggie just sitting there.
Sari shifted in front of the screen, remembering why she liked this series so much as she felt her feminine moistures trickling down between her rumpcheeks, faintly wishing she'd been the flaaffy actor in this movie. Sari wasn't much of an actor, though, she confessed to herself, settling back a little to watch the rest of the episode.
...after a while, another form appeared at the prison cell doors, a female dragonite, nonmorphic like Dwaggie. Her voice was deep, but feminine despite her attempt at keeping a low volume, "Psst. I'm getting you out of here. I have the key and a potion to help give you your mind back. Everyone in this building just.. up and left, as if going for a massive manhunt for someone.". The lock clicked, and the bars creaked as the prison door opened. A soft gasp escaped the female Dragonite at the moment she saw his massive, erect maleness, and she murred, "Well.. maybe I'll just keep you like this for a while, before I give you your potion. It's been a while..."
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The screen faded to black after the end-credits came to an end, the menu tree glowing into existance. Sari's fingers flicked across the controls to look for the next episode, but just as she found it, an ominous crimson icon appeared in the lower right of the screen: a lightning bolt slashed through by an equally scarlet cross. The soothing thump of the pumps came to a shrieking halt, further startling the surprised Raichu.
..but this was what she was here for, and aroused as she was by what she had seen, she knew she was ready. As it was programmed, the machine that had slowly been stimulating her, keeping her on a slow burn, began ramping up to full power, drawing from the great batteries that had been placed there for just such an occasion. The first firm thrust of the dildo into her feminine depths caught Sari off guard for a moment, but moments later, she felt her inner muscles clench willingly, eagerly around the ribbed and sizable probe.
Other devices attached to the machine spurred themselves to motion, the lubricating arm that hung over her groin shifting down to place the tip of it's delivery spout against her clitoral hood, buzzing softly as it sent minor vibrations thrumming through the sensitive flesh and the hidden nubbin underneath. Minor at first, at least, for the vibrating tip, leaking lubricant, seemed to be increasing it's kinetic intensity with every passing second, even as it began to wander, painting trails of slimy lubrication across the Raichu's lower belly and swirls across her widely-spread outer labia.
The anal probe, it's metallic ridges ionising slightly to begin draining electrical current from her tail, swiftly joined the lubricator in it's vibration, sending it's own, firmer thrumm through the young woman's insides. Sari was almost surprised, never actually ever having been needed, a mere precaution that would hopefully pan out now. The main probe in her vagina was now pistoning into her in a steady, but ever increasing rate, producing various wet noises in the process. Blushing intensely, Sari cast her head back against the head-rest and moaned out loud as her lower body was stimulated from at least three angles at once.
With her eyes closed, lower body tightening and clenching around the thrusting dildo, Sari didn't notice two arms unfolding on either side of the device. At least, not until she felt the double touch of something against her breasts. Glancing down, she saw that two robotic arms had splayed their six-fingered, symmetric hands across her chest like a man hungrily grasping her bosom. Each of the fingers was unusual in of itself, rounded-tipped, thick, and with only two joints, at the base and in the middle.
Moments later, the rubbery-tips, which felt like they had been covered in the softest velvet that Sari had ever felt, began vibrating too, softly, very softly, like a slightly-ticklish brush against her furry skin. The sensation intensified, though, as the robotic arms began turning their 'hands', or more specifically, began spinning them like the round brush on an electrical toothbrush, fingertips circling her breasts at ever increasing speed.
Sari clenched her eyes shut, needing to see no more, buried in the sexual power surging through her body due to the machine's constantly-intensifying treatment. Moaning loudly, she felt the vaginal probe begin to spin rapidly during it's thrusts, flinging off a light spray of Sari's fluids every time it partially retracted from her tightly-clenching, rippling sex.
Another moan boiled up from her, suddenly cut off as her breath was taken by a surge of power, a sexual explosion bursting from her body as Sari reached her peak, boiling up from her lower belly and booming up into her skull like an inferno of white lightning that expressed itself with real electricity. The helm around her head hummed as the cheek guard electrodes surged, electricity from her cheek-sacs and tail pouring into the machine through anal probe and electricity-collecting helmet, the air around her suddenly heavy with the scent of ozone.
A distant 'thunk' announced the re-activation of one of the two mighty pumps that kept the reactors cool, but one pump was not enough and the machine was programmed to continue mercilessly until it had what it needed. The lubricator placed it's tip directly against the Raichu's now-fully-swollen clitoris, jamming itself firmly against the nubbin and vibrating intensely, sending a surge of pleasure through Sari's body that burst out of her body in a scream.
A scream that faded to a moan as the machine continued and intensified it's attentions, the whirling 'fingers' on her breasts shifting their grip from circling her breasts to circling her nipples, barely brushing against the sensitive little protrusions with their vibrating tips. Not only that, but the vaginal probe began vibrating too, still spinning and thrusting for a sensation that Sari couldn't even -begin- to describe.
With all that, there was no way that Sari could hold back for more than a few more moments, her moan of orgasm accompanied by a blast of current that she would never have been able to produce consciously.
Drained both physically and emotionally by two orgasms of such magnitude, Sari smiled faintly at the screen above her, not seeing much as she heard the secondary cooling pump engage, the machine stopping so that finally, she could faint, enveloped in the soft darkness of unconsciousness...
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Sari sat at home, showered, in clean clothes, and enjoying her day off as she thought back to the machine's pleasures, calmly reading the slim piece of paper in her hand. The bank statement didn't lie; the bonus she had earned was in no way insignificant. In fact, it would've been several months' worth of pay for, say, that cute doggy-guard at the entrance to the power plant.
...hmmm... now what to do with it?
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Sari was smiling when she sat down in the CHU again, having remembered the intense blush that had glowed through young Carlsson's facial fur as she entered the plant. She could barely wait to get herself properly strapped into the machine, and quickly began scrolling through the movie archive. With great anticipation, she clicked a new and 'special' movie.
A bedroom appeared on the screen, a massive four-post bed standing behind what looked to be a very nervous, and very familiar Growlithe security guard, this time without his uniform. In fact, without anything but his fur. He stared at the camera and stammered, "Is.. is it f-filming yet? Ehm.. W-what do I do? Ehm. I got.. well, ehm... I was just offered this as a one time job, you know.. I've, well, never been in a porn movie before. Do I just begin stroking myself?".
Sari was almost feeling sorry for poor Carlsson. It was she who asked her immediate superior for a special, specific movie with a -very- specific individual in it. It was Sari's bonus that was paying for this, part of it going directly into Carlsson's pockets. The guard never even knew who had suggested him for this role, but as was obvious, he hadn't turned down the money.
The Growlithe guard slowly peeled back his sheath, unveiling the tapered, crimson tip of his maleness, and began slowly stroking, coaxing himself to a nervous half-flag of an erection. His blush was growing worse and worse as his nervousness was preventing him from reaching full arousal, when suddenly, a pinkish-colored, feminine hand reached around his flank, grasping his maleness and helping it swell.
A soft, sensual voice whispered into his ear, warm breath brushing the sensitive skin, "Hello, hon. A little dragonite told me that you know where I can find the Left Emerald Testicle..."
(Female morphic Raichu / Machine. Female morphic Flaaffy / Male nonmorphic Dragonite. Various others (suggested).)
Sari yawned and stretched, blinking blearily at the buzzing alarm clock, trying to focus on its digital readout. 19:45. Ah yes, night shift. No wonder she was having trouble waking up. This job really disrupted her sleep schedule. Luckily, it was only three nights each week.
Scratching herself in a decidedly un-ladylike place, she rose to her feet and left the rumpled bed behind, heading for the bathroom, where she dealt with her toiletries and took a short and cold shower, taking only a few moments to run some soap through her long blonde hair. Fifteen minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, looking surprisingly refreshed as she quickly slipped into her clothes. Glancing at the alarm clock, she found it glowing a reassuring 20:11 and decided she had enough time to get herself a quick (and very late) breakfast of a bowl of Oreos in chocolate milk and three cups of coffee before diving into her coat, out of her house, and into her car.
Mr. Carlsson had been a security guard for only a little while at the Nutrucon Power Company, but he was already sure it was the best job he ever had, and would ever have. Let all those intellectuals rule countries and run corporations. They would never get to see what he gets to see on -this- job. Poor guys! Carefully, the Growlithe-morph adjusted his uniform, particularly his groin-area, and glanced down at the two Unown merged the cloth of his suit, providing additional protection in the highly-unlikely case of a security problem.
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As he looked up, Carlsson was treated to one of his favorite sights. One of the facility's employees parked her car in the reserved lots. He could see her through the large glass doors as the Raichu stepped out of the car, and walked over to the door, fishing and fumbling around for her security card before running it through the door's reader.
The glass slid aside almost soundlessly as Mr. Carlsson rose to his feet and put on his 'impassive guard face', stepping towards the Raichu, although he already knew the cheerful and somewhat-sloppy Sari Helemdal since she had worked here for a little while, now. "Identification, please."
With a smile, the Raichu reached into her pocket and pulled out the company identification card, showing her passphoto and some small amount of additional data. Mr. Carlsson scraped his voice so he'd sound deeper and more masculine, and said, "Number three, eh? Alright. Match the number."
This was the moment he'd been waiting for, and he already felt a stirring in his loins as the Raichu reached up to the neck of her shirt. Slowly, she pulled down the neckline, stretching it far enough so that the now-nearly-drooling guard could see the numbers 03 tattood on the Raichu's breast. Was there just a tiny hint of nipple he could see there?
"Y-*squeak!*.", came from Mr. Carlsson's throat as his voice chose that very moment to jump, causing the insides of his ears to flush deep crimson in embaressment. He scraped his throat and tried again, "You may pass. Leave your file on my desk, here."
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Sari smiled friendily at the guard as she laid the file down, and walked into the next section of the building, one where only females were allowed. She wondered how long it would take for poor Carlsson to find the nude photos she had hidden in her file for him.
The air felt slightly moist in the changing room, mostly due to the showers which were commonly used after a shift. The Raichu ran her fingers through her fur as she slipped out of her clothes and put her other belongings in her locker, which closed with an audible 'click'. Naked as the day she was born, she stepped out of the changing room, and deeper into the complex, entering the room where she would stay much of her day... or rather, night.
Large, massive towers of batteries, easily as high as she was and twice as wide, stood side-by-side, storing electricity for emergency usage, until a backup, like Sari herself, would kick in. Currently, all was calm. A quiet electrical buzz reached her ear, and in the distance, she could hear the consumer of all this power: The cooling pumps for the main reactor.
Those beasties were the cause of all this caution. With backups all over, the pumps constantly pushed scores of cubic metres of water through the main reactor, keeping it from overheating. If power to it ever stopped, the reactor would overheat swiftly and cause catastrophic failure.
Of course, that's what Sari and the others were for. The batteries could offer a fair level of power for a while, but it required a blast of power far in excess of the batteries' capacities to kick-start the emergency generators for the pumps. Once the emergency generators were active, they could keep those great pumps going until the problem is either fixed or, with more serious problems, the reactor got cooled down and deactivated safely.
The scents of sweat, sex, and ozone grew stronger as Sari stepped into the room she would be spending most of this night in, the room containing the Current Harvester Unit (CHU). It wasn't a very complex place, with créme-white walls and ceiling, and white, rubbery floor tiles. The only things of noticeable mention were the lockers stacked one atop the other in one of the walls, and the electricity-collection-machine.
Currently occupied, the machine was a monster worth a stare or two. Deep crimson padding formed a seat for an unknown Raichu's rump, back, and shoulders, forming a bowl-like seat that culminated in a head-rest at the very top. Two braces supported and held that female's legs spread open at a fairly comfortable-but-exposing distance, unveiling her shaven feminine folds. Two vibrators entered the occupant's body, a slim, lightly-ridged length entering her tailhole whilst one with a slightly thicker girth entered her vagina. An oddly-articulated robotic arm stood nearby, the strange metallic material that it was made of glistening darkly, although it's only purpose was to ensure, with the spout at it's end, that the female in the machine was at all times properly lubricated and thusly, not too uncomfortable.
Sari couldn't see the occupant's face due to the overhanging monitor that took care of entertainment needs during the long hours of a shift, and Sari knew that the young woman didn't know of her presence, either, so she quietly scraped her throat and announced, "Hello, I'm Sari. I'm here to take that comfortable spot you've been keeping warm for me. It's my shift now.".
She tried to keep from a giggle as she heard the female in the machine sigh, and watched her fingers play across the buttons on one of the armrests of the machine, giving the machine the signal to stop and let her go. Carefully, the machine retracted it's vibrators, deactivated them, and folded the television screen back, the bonds around the young woman's arms and legs clicking open only then. With a soft groan, the unknown Raichu sat op and ran her hand through her mussed hair, "Ah, thanks. I'll head for home and bed, then. Oh, my name is Verine."
Verine blinked her slightly-bleary eyes, and got off of the machine, reaching down to screw the two vibrators that had been in her for the past few hours from the sockets in the machine, unveiling the glistening coppery tip of the slimmer anal dildo. That tip, Sari knew, was used to draw electricity from the Raichu's spine.
"You're new here, aren't you?" Sari said, as she watched Verine remove the helmet that contained the cheek electrodes, freeing her long, green-dyed hair before cleaning the two probes and storing them in the locker labeled with her name.
"Oh, yes, I am. How did you know?" Verine responded, but Sari merely smiled in response and opened her own locker, drawing out her own attachments.. the vaginal vibrator could've swallowed the one Verine used whole, it was at least twice the girth and four times the volume. A true monster. "Well,", Sari said, "..because only newbies are so timid about the choice of their attachments. I started out that small myself, too."
Sari turned around, only barely holding back laughter when she saw Verine gaping at the massive girth of both anal- and vaginal probe. The girl's mouth was actually, literally hanging open! Sari waved the vibrator back and forth, and finally lost control of her giggles as she saw Verine's eyes following the notable size.
"D-.. Doesn't that hurt?!" Verine managed to get out as Sari's laugh broke her amazement. "I mean... that would tear something!".
Sari laughed again, "Oh yes, new alright. Actually, it's only slightly uncomfortable getting in, but that discomfort is paid for in spades once you settle down enjoy the level of stimulation these can offer. And it gives you something to really squeeze down upon, not like those little ones.". Turning around and bending over to settle the two large probes into their sockets, she was unaware that Verine was checking her out from behind. Or more specifically, that Verine was trying to find out if Sari was as loose as Verine suspected.
When Sari laid down in the machine and reached up to bring the screen down over her, she waved at a for-some-reason intensely-blushing Verine, and placed her arms and legs into their respective bonds. Closing her eyes, she activated the machine, and heard the footfalls of Verine leaving. It was considered rather impolite to stay and watch.
A soft electric whirr sounded as the lubricator arm unfolded, it's moistly-glistening delivery-spout drooling slick fluids across the outer- and inner labia of Sari's feminine sex, cool at first but rapidly warming to a comfortable temperature. Slowly, the tip of the spout teased across Sari's inner folds, sliding into her for several long moments before withdrawing and lowering itself to her tailhole, which it liberally lubricated before finally withdrawing and tucking itself away.
Closing her eyes, Sari exhaled slowly and waited for the expected touch of the two probes, which gently nudged her orifices before driving in with a gentleness that only a carefully calibrated machine could manage, spreading her open with only a minor discomfort. Then the impressively-thick probes lay within her, stretching her, leaving her feeling full. Making sure the cheek-electrodes, also meant for current-harvesting, were properly attached, she finally opened her eyes again, and ran her fingertips across the controls on one of the machine's 'armrests', activating the screen above her.
The primary menu opened, unfolding before her like a tree flowering. For a moment, Sari wished her own computer had such an intuitive and beautiful interface, before giggling at the sheer sillyness of the thought. She couldn't possibly install this machine's operating system on her own computer! Still... Sari's fingers ran along the controls again, which were easily distinguishable by touch alone, sending the screen flicking through various screens. The machine came with a monster-database and direct television feeds for entertainment throughout the long hours. Most of it was pornographic, and the TV-feed was carefully sensored to keep anything 'distasteful' out. Calmly, Sari flicked the cursors through the various catagorized movies, and settled upon an episode of a series that she had been following since she discovered it. Selecting it, she hit play and relaxed as the screen turned black...
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The screen lit up and showed the point where Sari'd left off; a strange prison cell, an interrogation chamber of sorts. A furry, nonmorphic dragonite was it's only occupant, his body tightly clothed by what could only be considered a heavily reinforced straight-jacket. A severe-looking muzzle had been tightened around his snout and his ankles had been chained to the floor, wide apart around the block of stone that was his seat. Large clamps held his wings, those clamps connected to chains that kept them spread out in full display. A set of tailrings around the length kept the additional limb under control and pulled down to the floor. As a final touch, showing that this wasn't just restraining gear for an extremely violent prisoner, the front of the straight-jacket had an opening, big enough to leave the Dragonite's impressively large balls and sheath hanging out.
Sighing softly, the Dragonite wriggled in his bonds, trying half-heartedly to escape his bonds, when the door into the cell opened, allowing a rather scantily-clad police woman into the room. Light shone down upon her, sparking highlights off her unusual leather police uniform: Hip-high black-leather dominatrix boots, black silken gloves, a spiky collar, a leather version of a police cap, a belt supporting a variety of sextoys, and a leather vest that seemed almost entirely incapable of restraining the woman's massive bust. Red nipples peeked out between the tight thin metal chains that, standing taut, desperately tried to keep from bursting under the stress of the great mammaries that stretched out the leather around them.
Ambia smiled, the morphic Flaaffy slowly walking towards the poor Dragonite, her hips and tail swaying. "Well-well, Mister Dwaggie Longtail. Finally we've caught you. Did you really think you could go to the police? My master, Dr. Lustidick, -owns- the police. He is a mighty man, you know. A very mighty man indeed, and he'll become even more powerful when he has the Family Jewels of Ra. Already, he owns the Sapphire Penis and the Emerald Right Testicle.. once he has the Emerald Left Testicle, and unites the three on the holy Statue of Ra on the night of a full moon, -all- of pokemon-kind will become slaves to his cock!"
The policewoman Flaaffy leaned forward, running her hand slowly down the Dragonite's front, "And I, I will become his queen. All we need to do, is find the one remaining part of Ra's Family Jewels, and we know that you had it last. You got it before my master's Pussy Burglars even entered the temple, didn't you? Trying to save pokemonkind from domination... I know you hid it... and I have a way to find out how."
Dwaggie glared at Ambia angrily, suddenly struggling viciously against the jangling chains and tight straight-jacket, seeking to throttle the 'fake' policewoman, hrrowling loudly through the muzzle as he whipped his tail in it's bonds.
"Ahh, but I know you won't tell me, no matter how much I torture you.. but that's alright, because we have another way.", Ambia said, gesturing to her shaven feminine folds, where a ruby glittered, pierced through the nubbin of her clit. "My master gave me Cleopatra's Clit. It is a powerful magical object that allows me to grab a man's memories by taking their seed in me. The more of their seed, the more of their memories I gain. I just need to gain the memory of where you hid the Testicle.". Calmly, she places her hand on Dwaggie's sheath, and squeezed it firmly.
The Dragonite growled loudly, trying to twist himself away from her touch, his expression one of disgust and a bit of fear. He set his jaws grimly moments later, intent on resisting her to the last as her fingers began slowly rubbing up and down the length of the Dragonite's sheath, peeling it back a bit to unveil the crimson tip of the dragonkin's impressive maleness. Murring to herself in delighted pleasure, the police-woman went down on her knees between the Dragonite's, reaching up to her jacket and undoing one of the slim chains holding it together in front. Almost instantly, without the assistance of the fourth, the other three chains sprang loose with gun retort-like sounds, links bending open to the irresistible force of Ambia's mammaries.
Inhaling deeply once, the Flaaffy shuffles a bit closer on her knees, and grabbed the Dragonite's sheath firmly, rubbing it up and down intently while her other hand reached down to grasp one of Dwaggie's balls, the thing almost as big as a small melon. Slowly, she rolls and caresses it, soon giving the other one similar attention. A sharp inhalation from above showed that she was having some effect, the male length firming just a bit within the soft sheath, tip peeking from the opening. It wouldn't go much further than that, though, Dwaggie's forehead creasing with his concentration to keep it down.
Ambia knew a few tricks, though, and leaning forward, placed her lips around the tip of Dwaggie's tapered cock, suckling softly, and grasped his sheath firmly with both hands. Her hair began to spark, little electrical arcs dancing throughout, down her back, and arms, a sudden surge or electricity blasting through the Dragonite's most sensitive flesh.
Letting out a loud moan of pain, Dwaggie felt his sheath tighten, his maleness swelling in response to the shock, which was, despite the pain, stimulating him against his will. Another shock follows, and another, the Dragonite writhing in his bonds as Ambia electrically forced his erection to grow.
Dwaggie Longtail wasn't the only one to get a shock, though, for as Dwaggie's maleness finally reached full flag, Ambia stared down at it in awe. She never saw such a -huge-, hard, throbbing cock! I must've been at least three feet! Swallowing her amazement, she leant forward, and licked up the thick, glistening drop of pre that had formed on the tip, before taking the male length in her mouth again, pressing her body against the massive maleness so it rested between her sizable breasts.
With her lips tightly wrapped around the tip of the Dragonite's maleness, the policewoman began suckling hungrily, forcefully, while the fingers of both of her hands remained wrapped around the base of the massive cock, sending stimulating jolts of currents through the hard flesh. The firm male arousal jumped with every shock, accompanied by loud moans from the Dragonite. Pulling her lips from the cocktip, the flaaffy-morph was greeted with a spurt of prefluid, which she quickly began spreading across the firm length of male flesh, leaving it glistening moistly.
Chains rattled as Dwaggie twisted and struggled against the bonds, trying to open his jaws for a hyperbeam, but the muzzle was strong enough to keep his snout closed and his groans muffled. He swallowed and stared as Ambia stepped back and ran her hands across her generous breasts, the Dragonite struggling to keep back a lustful whine at the sight. He'd always had a weakness for large breasts, which was particularly inconvenient when Ambia leaned forward and pressed her breasts around his cock, slowly rubbing up and down it's slick length as she slowly plied the sensitive flesh, occasionally reaching down to touch his cockbase and shock him again.
Noticing that the dragonite's balls had swollen to the size of baseballs under all this stimulation, she looked up at the Dragonite's face with a lecherous smile, before wrapping her lips around the tip of Dwaggie's male flesh again. Grabbing the base of the hard length, her other arm wrapped itself around her breasts to keep them pressed snugly around the hot spire. Her fleece flickered, little sparks dancing through it as she gathered up a great amount of electricity. Moments later, it -blasted- through the dragonkin's cock, his body bucking in it's bonds like his cock jumped in Ambia's mouth.
Another jolt followed, and another, and another, the Dragonite roaring in agony while he did everything he could to cringe away from the painful, stimulating shocks, but it was obvious to Sari (who was still watching the this movie) that the Dragonite was losing the battle to keep from orgasm. Three more forceful surges followed, one after the other, and then is was too much. With a muffled roar, the Dragonite's balls lifted up and his cock began pulsing in the flaaffy's grip, sending great gushes of seed into her mouth.
Swallowing frantically, Ambia drank the hot and extremely-copious fluids, seed dripping down her chin where it leaked from her mouth. For long, long seconds, the Dragonite's cock pulsed on and on, until finally, his orgasm slowly faded from him. Without taking her mouth from the tip of Dwaggie's cock, the flaaffy policewoman/minion quickly took a sizable cockring from her belt and wrapped it around the base of the Dragonite's maleness to keep him from losing his erection.
Using her fingers, she rubbed the last dregs of Dwaggie's seed from his cock into her mouth, and wiped the white fluid from her chin and cheeks, sucking that in too. Standing up in full, she smiled up at the Dragonite, who was staring at the wall blankly, a single tear trickling down his cheek as if the Dragonite realised, in those last moments, all that he was losing.
"Guess I got all of your mind in that orgasm, hmm? Thank you kindly for divulging the person you gave the Emerald Testicle to.", Ambia said, patting her seed-swollen belly and turning around, leaving the prison cell, leaving the poor, erected Dwaggie just sitting there.
Sari shifted in front of the screen, remembering why she liked this series so much as she felt her feminine moistures trickling down between her rumpcheeks, faintly wishing she'd been the flaaffy actor in this movie. Sari wasn't much of an actor, though, she confessed to herself, settling back a little to watch the rest of the episode.
...after a while, another form appeared at the prison cell doors, a female dragonite, nonmorphic like Dwaggie. Her voice was deep, but feminine despite her attempt at keeping a low volume, "Psst. I'm getting you out of here. I have the key and a potion to help give you your mind back. Everyone in this building just.. up and left, as if going for a massive manhunt for someone.". The lock clicked, and the bars creaked as the prison door opened. A soft gasp escaped the female Dragonite at the moment she saw his massive, erect maleness, and she murred, "Well.. maybe I'll just keep you like this for a while, before I give you your potion. It's been a while..."
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The screen faded to black after the end-credits came to an end, the menu tree glowing into existance. Sari's fingers flicked across the controls to look for the next episode, but just as she found it, an ominous crimson icon appeared in the lower right of the screen: a lightning bolt slashed through by an equally scarlet cross. The soothing thump of the pumps came to a shrieking halt, further startling the surprised Raichu.
..but this was what she was here for, and aroused as she was by what she had seen, she knew she was ready. As it was programmed, the machine that had slowly been stimulating her, keeping her on a slow burn, began ramping up to full power, drawing from the great batteries that had been placed there for just such an occasion. The first firm thrust of the dildo into her feminine depths caught Sari off guard for a moment, but moments later, she felt her inner muscles clench willingly, eagerly around the ribbed and sizable probe.
Other devices attached to the machine spurred themselves to motion, the lubricating arm that hung over her groin shifting down to place the tip of it's delivery spout against her clitoral hood, buzzing softly as it sent minor vibrations thrumming through the sensitive flesh and the hidden nubbin underneath. Minor at first, at least, for the vibrating tip, leaking lubricant, seemed to be increasing it's kinetic intensity with every passing second, even as it began to wander, painting trails of slimy lubrication across the Raichu's lower belly and swirls across her widely-spread outer labia.
The anal probe, it's metallic ridges ionising slightly to begin draining electrical current from her tail, swiftly joined the lubricator in it's vibration, sending it's own, firmer thrumm through the young woman's insides. Sari was almost surprised, never actually ever having been needed, a mere precaution that would hopefully pan out now. The main probe in her vagina was now pistoning into her in a steady, but ever increasing rate, producing various wet noises in the process. Blushing intensely, Sari cast her head back against the head-rest and moaned out loud as her lower body was stimulated from at least three angles at once.
With her eyes closed, lower body tightening and clenching around the thrusting dildo, Sari didn't notice two arms unfolding on either side of the device. At least, not until she felt the double touch of something against her breasts. Glancing down, she saw that two robotic arms had splayed their six-fingered, symmetric hands across her chest like a man hungrily grasping her bosom. Each of the fingers was unusual in of itself, rounded-tipped, thick, and with only two joints, at the base and in the middle.
Moments later, the rubbery-tips, which felt like they had been covered in the softest velvet that Sari had ever felt, began vibrating too, softly, very softly, like a slightly-ticklish brush against her furry skin. The sensation intensified, though, as the robotic arms began turning their 'hands', or more specifically, began spinning them like the round brush on an electrical toothbrush, fingertips circling her breasts at ever increasing speed.
Sari clenched her eyes shut, needing to see no more, buried in the sexual power surging through her body due to the machine's constantly-intensifying treatment. Moaning loudly, she felt the vaginal probe begin to spin rapidly during it's thrusts, flinging off a light spray of Sari's fluids every time it partially retracted from her tightly-clenching, rippling sex.
Another moan boiled up from her, suddenly cut off as her breath was taken by a surge of power, a sexual explosion bursting from her body as Sari reached her peak, boiling up from her lower belly and booming up into her skull like an inferno of white lightning that expressed itself with real electricity. The helm around her head hummed as the cheek guard electrodes surged, electricity from her cheek-sacs and tail pouring into the machine through anal probe and electricity-collecting helmet, the air around her suddenly heavy with the scent of ozone.
A distant 'thunk' announced the re-activation of one of the two mighty pumps that kept the reactors cool, but one pump was not enough and the machine was programmed to continue mercilessly until it had what it needed. The lubricator placed it's tip directly against the Raichu's now-fully-swollen clitoris, jamming itself firmly against the nubbin and vibrating intensely, sending a surge of pleasure through Sari's body that burst out of her body in a scream.
A scream that faded to a moan as the machine continued and intensified it's attentions, the whirling 'fingers' on her breasts shifting their grip from circling her breasts to circling her nipples, barely brushing against the sensitive little protrusions with their vibrating tips. Not only that, but the vaginal probe began vibrating too, still spinning and thrusting for a sensation that Sari couldn't even -begin- to describe.
With all that, there was no way that Sari could hold back for more than a few more moments, her moan of orgasm accompanied by a blast of current that she would never have been able to produce consciously.
Drained both physically and emotionally by two orgasms of such magnitude, Sari smiled faintly at the screen above her, not seeing much as she heard the secondary cooling pump engage, the machine stopping so that finally, she could faint, enveloped in the soft darkness of unconsciousness...
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Sari sat at home, showered, in clean clothes, and enjoying her day off as she thought back to the machine's pleasures, calmly reading the slim piece of paper in her hand. The bank statement didn't lie; the bonus she had earned was in no way insignificant. In fact, it would've been several months' worth of pay for, say, that cute doggy-guard at the entrance to the power plant.
...hmmm... now what to do with it?
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Sari was smiling when she sat down in the CHU again, having remembered the intense blush that had glowed through young Carlsson's facial fur as she entered the plant. She could barely wait to get herself properly strapped into the machine, and quickly began scrolling through the movie archive. With great anticipation, she clicked a new and 'special' movie.
A bedroom appeared on the screen, a massive four-post bed standing behind what looked to be a very nervous, and very familiar Growlithe security guard, this time without his uniform. In fact, without anything but his fur. He stared at the camera and stammered, "Is.. is it f-filming yet? Ehm.. W-what do I do? Ehm. I got.. well, ehm... I was just offered this as a one time job, you know.. I've, well, never been in a porn movie before. Do I just begin stroking myself?".
Sari was almost feeling sorry for poor Carlsson. It was she who asked her immediate superior for a special, specific movie with a -very- specific individual in it. It was Sari's bonus that was paying for this, part of it going directly into Carlsson's pockets. The guard never even knew who had suggested him for this role, but as was obvious, he hadn't turned down the money.
The Growlithe guard slowly peeled back his sheath, unveiling the tapered, crimson tip of his maleness, and began slowly stroking, coaxing himself to a nervous half-flag of an erection. His blush was growing worse and worse as his nervousness was preventing him from reaching full arousal, when suddenly, a pinkish-colored, feminine hand reached around his flank, grasping his maleness and helping it swell.
A soft, sensual voice whispered into his ear, warm breath brushing the sensitive skin, "Hello, hon. A little dragonite told me that you know where I can find the Left Emerald Testicle..."