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It never ceased to amaze Brad how cute some pokemon were. Eevee, togepi, smoochum, happiny, and his personal favorite, Cherrim. Watching them dance around, flailing their tiny little arms was just so cute. Brad just had to hold one. He didn't have any pokeballs, but he wasn't exactly trying to capture one, he just wanted hug and squeeze it a little.
There were always quite a few Cherrim in the field just outside of town. On a normal day, Brad just watched them play, but other days he would try and nab one. The first time he tried, they all ran away in terror. Their tiny screams were adorable. After a few weeks, once the cherrim realized he wasn't trying to hurt them, it kind of turned in to a game of tag, everyone had fun. As long as he had been trying, Brad had never even touched one of the cherrim, they were a lot faster than they looked, but Brad felt confident this time around. He was going to catch one, he could feel it in his bones.
There they were again, about 11 of them dancing around the meadow. Brad couldn't help but stare at the tiny flower petals fluttering around their waists, they resembled mini skirts flowing in the breeze. He almost got lost in the hypnotic sway of their tiny rumps, but he soon came to his senses. He had a plan. All he had to was wait for one to get too close to the bushes. Sure enough, one did. She bounced right over, completely unaware of Brad's presence. Brad did a little bouncing of his own, the anxiousness set in quick. His vision narrowed as he let her get closer and closer. Everything went out of focus, save for the cherrim. One more step and he would have her for sure.
But not everything goes exactly as planned. She took a step backwards and Brad feared he would lose his chance, so he took it. He leapt into the air, being much louder than necessary. Brad's surprise attack scared the cherrim until she realized who it was. A smile found its way to her face as she sidestepped him, letting him fall face-first onto the ground. Even with dirt in his mouth, Brad was vigilant. He hopped to his feet at lightning speed and gave chase to the cherrim.
The tiny pokemon giggled uncontrollably at Brad's desperate attempt to catch her. She bounced just out of his grasp each time he came near. Every attempt, Brad got a little closer, a graze of her arm here, a touch of her petal there. He was so close he could taste it. With one final dive, Brad grabbed on to her tiny body and held her tight.
The cherrim continued to laugh, even as Brad held her high in the air. "Finally, I finally got one! And now, this is for all the trouble you've caused me!" Brad sat the cherrim on the ground and quickly went to tickling her. Tears began to fall from her eyes as he tickled her without mercy. She could do nothing but flail against his overwhelming strength and tickle prowess. Once finished, Brad stood in triumph, the cherrim below him tickled to exhaustion. She had no breath left to laugh, but she still smiled as cherrim always did.
As he stared at her panting form, Brad couldn't help but let his eyes wander. From the petals around her cheery face to the small skirt of flowers around her waist, and the pudgy little legs that tapered to her tiny feet, everything about the cherrim was cute, especially her pussy which Brad hadn't realized he had been staring at. He made no attempt to banish the dirty thoughts from his mind; he didn't always just watch the cherrim after all. To him, cute translated into sexy.
Brad couldn't help but wonder if male cherrim were just hung, or the one he caught had a bigger pussy than every other cherrim in the world. He had no way of knowing, either way, he was in luck. Brad estimated it could easily fit his thumb, with a little coaxing, maybe a lot more. Of course, he hadn't considered the other half of the problem: getting to cherrim to agree to it. Maybe with a little coaxing...
Brad threw caution to the wind and decided to go for it, even if it was incredibly perverted and most likely illegal. The cherrim had just recovered from her laughing fit and subsequent exhaustion, when a tongue happened to run its way up her slit. She considered the wrongness of the situation, but rational thought disappeared as Brad licked a second time. The cherrim continued to smile. Instead of laughs, soft, squeaky moans escaped her mouth. Brad loved her cute little cries, he wanted to hear more.
He held the cherrim's chubby legs in hand as he placed firm licks up and down her slit. Using his thumbs, he massaged the insides of her sensitive thighs. The thin, oily substance she leaked smelled of flowers and tasted sweet like berries. Brad couldn't get enough of it, he experimented with ways to get more. Sticking the tip of his tongue inside, he wiggled it up and down, causing the cherrim to cry out as a miniature gush of her cum fell on Brad's tongue. His method worked, but it wasn't quite enough, he needed more.
Using his two thumbs, Brad rubbed around the edges of her delicate pussy. Her legs twitched in response. Brad took it a little a further, lightly pinching the edges of her lips and squeezing them in between his fingers. He was rewarded by another rush of juices and a loud moan. Brad quite enjoyed the feeling of her skin between his fingers, and by the looks of it, so did the cherrim. It looked as if he found her weakness. Brad continued lapping at her cunt, pushing his tongue deeper inside at each lick. The cherrim was quickly approaching her peak. She couldn't take much more.
Brad lost himself to the sweet taste of the cherrim's lubricant. He soon dug his tongue all the way inside of her in a desperate attempt to gain more of the rich liquid. Inadvertently, he rushed the cherrim closer to climax with every movement. Before long, she couldn't hold it anymore. She screamed as a large rush of her juices splashed Brad's face. Her entire body trembled as her orgasm hit with more force than she had ever felt. Brad was completely unprepared. He had no choice but to let the remainder of the cherrim's slick cum fall to the ground as he reeled back for air.
After her orgasm, the cherrim still leaked a small but steady amount of fluids. To Brad, she was just as cute as ever. Her flushed cheeks and dribbling little cunt only added to the cuteness. Just watching cherrim play was usually enough to turn Brad on, but the thought of doing what he was about to do, really got him going.
The cherrim hadn't recovered when Brad decided to stick a finger in her hole. Not expecting the random bit of pleasure, the cherrim gasped, looking at Brad with a quizzical expression.
"Shh, just relax."
Though a little reluctant, the cherrim took his word for it, after all, everything he does seems to feel good in some way. She had no doubt that whatever he was about to do would be no different, and she was right, for the most part.
Brad didn't wait long before sticking a second finger into the cherrim, causing her to sound her cute little moan once again. Her tiny tunnel gripped his fingers for dear life. It was to be expected, and Brad was prepared. He let her loosen again before sinking a third finger inside, nearly stretching the cherrim to her limit. It impressed Brad just how far the cherrim could go. A little more and he would be able to fit. The thought excited him. As he held his fingers in place, his other hand undid his pants. He sighed in as he freed his erection from its underwear prison. It was getting cramped in there. With the cherrim's head titled back, she couldn't see Brad pull his member from his pants. But in no time, she would certainly figure it out.
Brad removed his hands from her newly stretched pussy and positioned his tip and her entrance. It was at times like these he considered himself lucky to be a little smaller than average. He pushed in slowly, groaning as the cherrim's tight cunt squeezed him from all sides. His loosening trick hadn't worked at all. The cherrim gripped him almost to the point of pain, but he couldn't stop, he was so close. Doing his best to ignore it, he pushed deeper. He had almost bottomed out, just an inch or two more.
It disappointed Brad when he reached the cherrim's limit a mere inch before he hilted her. That small bit of disappointment aside, he was inside a cherrim, and that was all that mattered. The only thing left to do was wait for her to adjust, easier said than done.
The pain was dull so the cherrim could handle it. It may have hurt, but she could feel the underlying pleasure begin to take over. Over time, she loosened. Little by little, her cunt relinquished its grip on Brad's member. A little overexcited, he tried to speed up the process, wiggling back and forth, causing them both a mild amount of pleasure. The pleasure only increased as the cherrim loosened enough for Brad to move.
The cherrim moaned as he pulled out. As wet as she was, it was still a tight trip, but a satisfying one. The heavy friction between the two of them created a feeling like no other. Brad's relatively large member stretched the cherrim's insides, rubbing against every inch of her super sensitive walls.
Each of Brad's soft thrusts forced the cherrim's juices from her hole, resulting in loud wet sounds emitting from the point of contact. That sound as well as the sound of the cherrim's cute moans, served only to spur Brad on. He held her small body still as he thrust slightly faster, loving the sight of his member disappearing over and over again into the tiny pokemon's hole. He made each thrust as long and drawn out as possible. The look of the cherrim's cunt stretching wide to accommodate him was yet another turn on.
Brad's panting sped up, as did his thrusts. The closer he came to orgasm, the less control he had. Still holding on to the cherrim, he bent over her for leverage. Faster and harder his hips moved as he lost himself to the pleasure. The cherrim was in bliss as well. Every thrust of Brad's member hit her most sensitive area, causing her to moan every other second. She could feel his cock twitching inside of her, signaling his approaching orgasm. She wasn't too far behind. Her tongue hung outside her mouth, showing just how little control she had as she rapidly approached her peak.
Brad thrust as fast as possible, the cherrim's silky juices flying outwards at each pump. Neither of them could think; neither of them could stop, only pleasure and lust filled their minds. Not long after they began, they both came. Brad's cock twitched again as he let loose a small torrent of cum. With no space at all inside of the cherrim, it quickly overflowed, oozing out the sides of her cunt, along with her own, thin juices. His mind clouded with pleasure, Brad continued to thrust, firing even more strands of his wet, sticky goo inside of the cherrim and making more of a mess than necessary. After such a powerful orgasm, Brad could barely hold himself up. The remaining fluids fell to the ground as he removed his member and sat to the side.
Officially, Brad considered his life complete. There were very few ways his situation could get any better. Once he had somewhat recovered from the exhaustion, Brad opened his eyes to the sight of cherrim, a whole group of them. They had surrounded him while he wasn't paying attention. The cherrim he had just finished with, curled into a ball, still smiling as wide as ever. The rest of the cherrim had smiles equally as wide.
"Do you all want to..."
They all nodded vigorously. Brad smiled. Just then, the situation got a whole lot better.
"Who's next?"Chapter End Notes:Read, Review, or Enjoy. Do it or I'll come to your house and sit on your couch, probably fart on it too.
Btw, anyone going to Youmacon? I AM
There were always quite a few Cherrim in the field just outside of town. On a normal day, Brad just watched them play, but other days he would try and nab one. The first time he tried, they all ran away in terror. Their tiny screams were adorable. After a few weeks, once the cherrim realized he wasn't trying to hurt them, it kind of turned in to a game of tag, everyone had fun. As long as he had been trying, Brad had never even touched one of the cherrim, they were a lot faster than they looked, but Brad felt confident this time around. He was going to catch one, he could feel it in his bones.
There they were again, about 11 of them dancing around the meadow. Brad couldn't help but stare at the tiny flower petals fluttering around their waists, they resembled mini skirts flowing in the breeze. He almost got lost in the hypnotic sway of their tiny rumps, but he soon came to his senses. He had a plan. All he had to was wait for one to get too close to the bushes. Sure enough, one did. She bounced right over, completely unaware of Brad's presence. Brad did a little bouncing of his own, the anxiousness set in quick. His vision narrowed as he let her get closer and closer. Everything went out of focus, save for the cherrim. One more step and he would have her for sure.
But not everything goes exactly as planned. She took a step backwards and Brad feared he would lose his chance, so he took it. He leapt into the air, being much louder than necessary. Brad's surprise attack scared the cherrim until she realized who it was. A smile found its way to her face as she sidestepped him, letting him fall face-first onto the ground. Even with dirt in his mouth, Brad was vigilant. He hopped to his feet at lightning speed and gave chase to the cherrim.
The tiny pokemon giggled uncontrollably at Brad's desperate attempt to catch her. She bounced just out of his grasp each time he came near. Every attempt, Brad got a little closer, a graze of her arm here, a touch of her petal there. He was so close he could taste it. With one final dive, Brad grabbed on to her tiny body and held her tight.
The cherrim continued to laugh, even as Brad held her high in the air. "Finally, I finally got one! And now, this is for all the trouble you've caused me!" Brad sat the cherrim on the ground and quickly went to tickling her. Tears began to fall from her eyes as he tickled her without mercy. She could do nothing but flail against his overwhelming strength and tickle prowess. Once finished, Brad stood in triumph, the cherrim below him tickled to exhaustion. She had no breath left to laugh, but she still smiled as cherrim always did.
As he stared at her panting form, Brad couldn't help but let his eyes wander. From the petals around her cheery face to the small skirt of flowers around her waist, and the pudgy little legs that tapered to her tiny feet, everything about the cherrim was cute, especially her pussy which Brad hadn't realized he had been staring at. He made no attempt to banish the dirty thoughts from his mind; he didn't always just watch the cherrim after all. To him, cute translated into sexy.
Brad couldn't help but wonder if male cherrim were just hung, or the one he caught had a bigger pussy than every other cherrim in the world. He had no way of knowing, either way, he was in luck. Brad estimated it could easily fit his thumb, with a little coaxing, maybe a lot more. Of course, he hadn't considered the other half of the problem: getting to cherrim to agree to it. Maybe with a little coaxing...
Brad threw caution to the wind and decided to go for it, even if it was incredibly perverted and most likely illegal. The cherrim had just recovered from her laughing fit and subsequent exhaustion, when a tongue happened to run its way up her slit. She considered the wrongness of the situation, but rational thought disappeared as Brad licked a second time. The cherrim continued to smile. Instead of laughs, soft, squeaky moans escaped her mouth. Brad loved her cute little cries, he wanted to hear more.
He held the cherrim's chubby legs in hand as he placed firm licks up and down her slit. Using his thumbs, he massaged the insides of her sensitive thighs. The thin, oily substance she leaked smelled of flowers and tasted sweet like berries. Brad couldn't get enough of it, he experimented with ways to get more. Sticking the tip of his tongue inside, he wiggled it up and down, causing the cherrim to cry out as a miniature gush of her cum fell on Brad's tongue. His method worked, but it wasn't quite enough, he needed more.
Using his two thumbs, Brad rubbed around the edges of her delicate pussy. Her legs twitched in response. Brad took it a little a further, lightly pinching the edges of her lips and squeezing them in between his fingers. He was rewarded by another rush of juices and a loud moan. Brad quite enjoyed the feeling of her skin between his fingers, and by the looks of it, so did the cherrim. It looked as if he found her weakness. Brad continued lapping at her cunt, pushing his tongue deeper inside at each lick. The cherrim was quickly approaching her peak. She couldn't take much more.
Brad lost himself to the sweet taste of the cherrim's lubricant. He soon dug his tongue all the way inside of her in a desperate attempt to gain more of the rich liquid. Inadvertently, he rushed the cherrim closer to climax with every movement. Before long, she couldn't hold it anymore. She screamed as a large rush of her juices splashed Brad's face. Her entire body trembled as her orgasm hit with more force than she had ever felt. Brad was completely unprepared. He had no choice but to let the remainder of the cherrim's slick cum fall to the ground as he reeled back for air.
After her orgasm, the cherrim still leaked a small but steady amount of fluids. To Brad, she was just as cute as ever. Her flushed cheeks and dribbling little cunt only added to the cuteness. Just watching cherrim play was usually enough to turn Brad on, but the thought of doing what he was about to do, really got him going.
The cherrim hadn't recovered when Brad decided to stick a finger in her hole. Not expecting the random bit of pleasure, the cherrim gasped, looking at Brad with a quizzical expression.
"Shh, just relax."
Though a little reluctant, the cherrim took his word for it, after all, everything he does seems to feel good in some way. She had no doubt that whatever he was about to do would be no different, and she was right, for the most part.
Brad didn't wait long before sticking a second finger into the cherrim, causing her to sound her cute little moan once again. Her tiny tunnel gripped his fingers for dear life. It was to be expected, and Brad was prepared. He let her loosen again before sinking a third finger inside, nearly stretching the cherrim to her limit. It impressed Brad just how far the cherrim could go. A little more and he would be able to fit. The thought excited him. As he held his fingers in place, his other hand undid his pants. He sighed in as he freed his erection from its underwear prison. It was getting cramped in there. With the cherrim's head titled back, she couldn't see Brad pull his member from his pants. But in no time, she would certainly figure it out.
Brad removed his hands from her newly stretched pussy and positioned his tip and her entrance. It was at times like these he considered himself lucky to be a little smaller than average. He pushed in slowly, groaning as the cherrim's tight cunt squeezed him from all sides. His loosening trick hadn't worked at all. The cherrim gripped him almost to the point of pain, but he couldn't stop, he was so close. Doing his best to ignore it, he pushed deeper. He had almost bottomed out, just an inch or two more.
It disappointed Brad when he reached the cherrim's limit a mere inch before he hilted her. That small bit of disappointment aside, he was inside a cherrim, and that was all that mattered. The only thing left to do was wait for her to adjust, easier said than done.
The pain was dull so the cherrim could handle it. It may have hurt, but she could feel the underlying pleasure begin to take over. Over time, she loosened. Little by little, her cunt relinquished its grip on Brad's member. A little overexcited, he tried to speed up the process, wiggling back and forth, causing them both a mild amount of pleasure. The pleasure only increased as the cherrim loosened enough for Brad to move.
The cherrim moaned as he pulled out. As wet as she was, it was still a tight trip, but a satisfying one. The heavy friction between the two of them created a feeling like no other. Brad's relatively large member stretched the cherrim's insides, rubbing against every inch of her super sensitive walls.
Each of Brad's soft thrusts forced the cherrim's juices from her hole, resulting in loud wet sounds emitting from the point of contact. That sound as well as the sound of the cherrim's cute moans, served only to spur Brad on. He held her small body still as he thrust slightly faster, loving the sight of his member disappearing over and over again into the tiny pokemon's hole. He made each thrust as long and drawn out as possible. The look of the cherrim's cunt stretching wide to accommodate him was yet another turn on.
Brad's panting sped up, as did his thrusts. The closer he came to orgasm, the less control he had. Still holding on to the cherrim, he bent over her for leverage. Faster and harder his hips moved as he lost himself to the pleasure. The cherrim was in bliss as well. Every thrust of Brad's member hit her most sensitive area, causing her to moan every other second. She could feel his cock twitching inside of her, signaling his approaching orgasm. She wasn't too far behind. Her tongue hung outside her mouth, showing just how little control she had as she rapidly approached her peak.
Brad thrust as fast as possible, the cherrim's silky juices flying outwards at each pump. Neither of them could think; neither of them could stop, only pleasure and lust filled their minds. Not long after they began, they both came. Brad's cock twitched again as he let loose a small torrent of cum. With no space at all inside of the cherrim, it quickly overflowed, oozing out the sides of her cunt, along with her own, thin juices. His mind clouded with pleasure, Brad continued to thrust, firing even more strands of his wet, sticky goo inside of the cherrim and making more of a mess than necessary. After such a powerful orgasm, Brad could barely hold himself up. The remaining fluids fell to the ground as he removed his member and sat to the side.
Officially, Brad considered his life complete. There were very few ways his situation could get any better. Once he had somewhat recovered from the exhaustion, Brad opened his eyes to the sight of cherrim, a whole group of them. They had surrounded him while he wasn't paying attention. The cherrim he had just finished with, curled into a ball, still smiling as wide as ever. The rest of the cherrim had smiles equally as wide.
"Do you all want to..."
They all nodded vigorously. Brad smiled. Just then, the situation got a whole lot better.
"Who's next?"Chapter End Notes:Read, Review, or Enjoy. Do it or I'll come to your house and sit on your couch, probably fart on it too.
Btw, anyone going to Youmacon? I AM