The Rhyperior in Santalune Forest
If you had told Kirsty there was an angry Rhyhorn living in Santalune Forest, she might've believed you.
If you had told her there was a - very - angry Rhyperior living in Santalune Forest scaring away all the trainers and Pokémon, she would've called you crazy and backed away slowly. Yet here she was, running for her life from the thundering footsteps that followed her, dodging tree after tree and trying desperately to move faster than the rampaging Drill Pokémon that tailed her. She had dropped her Bag a couple hundred yards back after a tumble over an exposed tree root. Inside it were her supplies and Pokéballs but there was no way she would be getting them back anytime soon - not that the empty balls, nor her brand new Froakie could do much of anything to stop the creature anyway.
Having gained some distance on the creature, she took a sharp left, flinging herself behind a tree. The Pokémon charged forward off into the forest again, unable to repeat her nimbleness. Not allowing herself a moment to breathe, she sacrificed speed for stealth and quietly as she could tiptoed to behind another large tree. She leaned against it in exhaustion, trying desperately to quietly catch her breath. Sweat coated her skin, sticking her soft brown hair to her flushed face. She tried to sweep it away, but wet with sweat, it proved too stubborn to move. She tried to comprehend the absurdity of the situation; A Rhyperior - A Pokémon of immense power not even recorded in wilderness in the Kalos region - was terrorizing quiet little Santalune Forest, an early route for trainers just starting their journey. Not even hours ago she had been given her new Pokémon, her Pokédex, and Pokéballs and set off on her own to travel the world. Now, she was lucky to make it out of here unflattened.
She could barely hear the eerie silence of the surrounding environment through the blood gushing through her ears. She swallowed, her mouth dry from her constant panting and gasping for air. With her heartbeat steadily slowing from her quick reprieve, she forced herself to take deep, slow breaths. She needed to calm down so she could figure out her whereabouts and how to get away without bumping into the eight foot tall monster again.
"Okay Kirst, just think. Think, think" she told herself. After all, she only had herself to talk to right now.
Now in a moment of quiet, she became uncomfortably aware of just how sticky she had become. Her thin summer t-shirt had almost gone transparent from just how damp from sweat it was and it clung to her pale, ivory body like a second, pastel yellow skin.
Her knees shook unsteadily, grazed and bloodied from her earlier fall. Her short shorts that made the current hot weather just bearable were useless in protecting the skin of her knees. She swallowed hard, her mind everything but how to figure out her whereabouts. She figured she would just make a mad dash in the direction she had come, The Rhyperior had gone the other way after all, and she wanted to put as much distance between them as possible.
Gathering her courage, and taking one last deep breath, she took off, sprinting back the way she had run before.
I just want to go home now... she thought to herself.
Luck was apparently not on her side it would seem. She had adopted the tactic of running from tree to tree to take cover. However, running from one large brown pillar to the next, she was unable to discern the leathery hide of a Rhyperior's tail from a leaning tree trunk. As soon as she hugged onto the appendage for support, the Pokémon whirred on its feet. The sudden turn ripped its tail from her grasp, sending Kirtsy sprawling headfirst to the floor. The Pokémon bellowed at her, it's enormous, toothy maw and sharp, spinning drill horn inches from her face. Tears welled in her eyes and her lip quivered in defeat. She awaited the feeling to the Pokémon's teeth to sink into her poor face.
It took her a second to realise that she wasn't dead. Hesitantly, she opened her eyes and flinched when she saw the Pokémon's face again. It stood there, lowered to all fours, just staring intently at her. Its long horn was still dangerously close, but aside from very heavy breathing, the Pokémon wasn't moving.
Kirsty remembered that neither Rhyperior nor its relatives were even remotely carnivorous. The Pokémon were typically thought to be relatively gentle most times - though exceptionally easy to anger - and subsisted on a steady diet of fruits and tree bark. While Rhyhorn were noteworthy for their lack of intelligence among Pokémon, its evolutions were more like minded with species like Sawsbuck, Girafarig, Bouffalant and Copperarjah, even forming grazing herds with them. The sharp teeth, at least those that were visible, were only for show - an intimidation tactic.
It definitely works, Kirsty thought to herself. But if the Pokémon wasn't interested in eating her, what did it want? Why was it so angry? So territorial?
The Rhyperior inhaled deeply. It's strong lungs sucking the air so fast that Kirsty's hair was dragged with it toward its nostrils. Luckily, her hair was short enough not to get sucked in. In a sweaty, muddy, bruised heap, the last thing she wanted was to be covered in Pokémon snot too.
The Pokémon inhaled faster, moving from Kirsty's neck, to her armpits, her stomach and groin - it was inhaling Kirsty's scent. Kirsty was still too terrified to move, but the thorough investigation was starting to annoy her more than scare her. Before she could mouth a protest, a huge, pink tongue, wet with thick saliva dabbed at her neck. The sudden sensation made her hair stand on end and she inhaled sharply from the shock. The tongue returned, licking at her neck and face.
"Stop!" Kirsty protested, "Cut that out" but her demands fell on deaf ears. Pinned under the huge creature, Kirsty had no choice but to lay and accept it. The Pokémon's tongue bath got progressively sloppier, until her top was waterlogged and see-through once more. The sensation of her wet top, rapidly cooling, quickly roused her tiny pert nipples.
Kirsty had only a small bosom, so for comfort's sake, she would often go braless. She had plenty of time to wear bras when she was older, and when she finally had something to support.
"Are you done yet?" Kirsty snapped, the fear of being chased by the angry breast from earlier was now replaced with frustration. However, this feeling too, was short lived.
All it took was a gentle prodding at her thighs that left her stomach feeling like an empty pit suddenly filled with a thousand fluttering Beautifly. Her eyes widened, and her mouth hung agape.
"Please tell me that's not..." she breathed.
The Rhyperior shifted itself slightly, rising onto its hind legs. It was now that Kirsty's sudden worries were confirmed. A huge, fleshy, reddened Rhyperior cock rested in her lap. The shape was long and tube-like, with a fat, flat head, slightly pointed toward the bottom, and an enormous base, peeping out the sheath. It was shiny and she could confirm it's dampness from the contact to her legs. Kirsty froze before she began to struggle. She tried to crawl away, but the Rhyperior's response was to simply drag her back. It began to rub its huge rod against her slightly exposed belly, it's own saliva from before providing enough lubrication. Kirsty squirmed under its grip. She could feel the sheer size of it rub against her young sex but refused to think about what effects it might be having on her.
As it continued to thrust, the huge slab of meat slid past her shirt, now rubbing up her belly and over her small chest. Kirsty squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth, trying to fight the sensations that she didn't want to admit felt good.
The Pokémon was obviously starting to get restless, the hard texture of her denim shorts and her wet top now cold causing discomfort to both the Pokémon and the girl. Growling in frustration, The Rhyperior moved back, just far enough to hook a claw under her top. Kirsty struggled as the Pokémon tried to wrench it free. The tug of war continued. The Rhyperior pulled, while Kirsty held on, but the Pokémon was persistent, and as soon as Kirsty heard a seam rip, she willingly gave up the garment.
With her top half now bare, the Rhyperior turned its attention to his mate's shorts. A tighter fit and a stiffer material prevented the Pokémon from hooking it's huge claw into them and tearing them off. Instead, the Pokémon backed up a bit, on all fours, and it sunk its teeth into the waist of the shorts instead and started tugging. Kirsty felt her hips forcefully lifted from the ground by the strong Pokémon's jaw.
"Whoa, whoa alright! Stop!" Kirsty begged, as she quickly hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her shorts and shucked them down. She figured less harm would come to her if she gave up her shorts willingly, or else she feared this enormous herbivore might actually sink it's teeth into her accidentally.
Now Kirsty lay before the beast in only her socks and shoes and her partially soaked plain white panties. A blush crept across her face as she realised that she had gotten wet from the Pokémon dry humping her.
Now with a far more pleasurable surface, the Rhyperior took up its position from before. It lined up its shaft and humped into Kirsty's belly once again. The smooth texture of slimy skin on slimy skin allowed the fat cock to messily glide up her body and over her chest, as opposed to bumping the tip into her belly button.
The Pokémon worked away for what felt like hours as Kirsty laid there, trying not to enjoy the feeling of the Pokémon's lumpy shaft rub against her sex through the silky thin cloth of her underwear. The smell of the creature's member was intoxicating. So close to her face she couldn't help but take deep breath after deep breath of Rhyperior's powerful pheromones. She watched through heavy-lidded eyes the incredible cockhead just centimeters from her face, oozing thick precum, piston back and forth through the almost unnoticeable valley of her tiny titties. Was her mouth watering? She tried fervently to resist the urge to bring it closer and indulge in that wonderfully powerful odor, but the assault on her senses was too relentless. The girl gave in and wrapped her arms around the huge purple dick that rubbed against her, and lapped at the dripping, flared tip, when it moved within tongue's length, providing the Pokémon with more contact.
Her efforts were obviously appreciated, as The Drill Pokémon humped against her faster, and rougher, grinding into the girl's still covered sex faster, and rougher. Soon, with every thrust, Kirsty was gently gasping and moaning
As the Pokémon continued to move more and more carelessly, it set itself into an odd angle. The following thrust, instead of gliding up the young girl's body, rammed into her pelvis. Kirsty was snapped from her stupor with the sudden dull pain that mutated into a strike of pleasure as the Rhyperior dick slammed against the opening of her vagina. She cried out in a mixture of jolting pain and rippling rapture, moving both her hands to her most delicate spot. She clutched at her womanhood beneath her favourite panties and shuddered violently, feeling her sopping dampness running down her legs as she orgasmed, hard. But the Pokémon had been struck with an idea. Up until this point, it had been doing it all wrong. It now realised what he really wanted, so much so that the idea of grinding up against the poor girl was all but forgotten. It wanted penetration, and it wanted it badly.
Holding the girl in place with one huge paw pressed against Kirsty's shoulder and neck, the Pokémon hooked her silk undies with a claw and pulled. It didn't care that with the sudden force, the damp, pure white triangle of cloth ripped straight off, all it cared for was the pretty, pale pink prize that was now exposed to him.
Kirsty had also been taken by a similar instinct. Her mind, hazy with lust from the orgasm she had just been edging on the brink of for the last hour, could no longer form sentences. She just knew that she wanted this wild Pokémon to take her. Biting her lip in anticipation, Kirsty set her fingers either side of her small, tight opening, and pried it open, revealing to soft, pink flesh inside, a huge contrast to the strained red of an over engorged Rhyperior dick.
Without even moving its paw from her throat, The Rhyperior thrust forward, narrowly missing his mark and instead, slamming against and past Kirsty's super sensitive clit. Kirsty cried out her eyes rolling back as light, breathless orgasm was dragged from her. The Pokémon lined up again, but this time, had far better aim.
The two incompatible tools lined up, and with incredible force, the preposterously huge Rhyperior dong disappeared into Kirsty. While the match up looked impossible, sufficient lubrication allowed a clear pathway. The Rhyperior roared at the sensation of penetration, and Kirsty shrieked like a Puurloin in heat as she hit another, powerful orgasm. She shuddered again, her muscles clamping down on the intruding object so tightly the Pokémon was unable to move. Kirsty looked down past the creature's paw while her orgasm subsided. Her eyes came to rest on the inexcusable bulge that jutted out of her taut belly, and the other half of Rhyperior dick that just wouldn't fit. She revelled in the feeling of the Pokémon's flat cockhead crushing up snugly against her womb, the weighty pressure on her throat that kept her steady, and the feeling of being pinned under and connected to such a huge Pokémon. She shuddered at the thought, the only word running through her head, - BREED!
Uncontent with being denied to move inside its new mate, the Rhyperior bucked its hips with a sudden, powerful movement that wrenched its dick free from Kirsty's rooting convulsions, forcing a breathy grunt from her. It began to thrust now, resetting to a gentle pace to acclimate to her tightness, growling softly as it did. Despite its gentle hip movements, Kirsty felt every move like a jackhammer slamming into her. Her eyes rolled back, and her tongue lolled from her mouth, as she sloppily drooled over herself, letting out incomprehensible grunts every time the Rhyperior's shaft mashed against her cervix. Her toes pointed and her legs shuddered in constant orgasm as she felt the Pokémon's thrusts become more merciless every second.
Increasing in speed and recklessness, the Rhyperior continued onwards, moving quickly toward its end. Kirsty let out primal moans through every thrust, as she felt her own orgasm speeding toward her like a mach 2 Pidgeot. She had long ago lost count of how many time the beast had made her cum, but with her mind slowly being broken away by the numbing, thumping pleasure, she couldn't care less. Every one of her orgasms milked the beast's long cock as it pistoned into her. She loved the feeling of her tiny pussy trying earnestly to wring out the potent cum from a monstrous cock that should have been impossible to accept. In desperation, she began to slam her hips into the Rock type's rock hard dick as best she could, then with one hand her pinched and twisted her nipples and with the other she frantically rubbed her swollen clit, eager to cum again. The Rhyperior, however, was working to its own pleasure, slamming progressively more and more of the exposed dickflesh deeper into the girl's poor, abused body.
The Pokémon was mere thrusts away from its long awaited orgasm. Losing control, it shifted its weight and moved to all fours. As it lifted the heavy paw from her, Kirsty suddenly realised that she had been struggling to breathe the entire time and the sudden rush of air to her lungs worked almost like flicking on a switch - instantly she climaxed again with a shrill, desperate grunt. Her legs trembled pathetically against the leathery hips of the beast, which never slowed its pace. Though now she was no longer held down, its powerful slams began to actually move Kirsty along the ground. She didn't seem to mind, giggling in a fuck-drunk haze, and the Pokémon barely seemed to notice itself. Only was it able to get better leverage as it reached out and grabbed onto the old trunk in front of it, which Kirsty was now being fucked against, thanks to its powerful thrusts.
With nowhere left to go, pinned against the trunk of a tree, and the violent thrusts of the Rhyperior successfully cramming more and more of itself into her, Kirsty felt her umpteenth orgasm hit her like a brick. She howled, arching her back and digging her nails into the ground beneath her as she felt the Rhyperior reach its own sweet release. The Pokémon bellowed, a sound that would echo for miles around as it slammed itself into the girls battered sex. Whether it was the might of the thrust, the angle, or something else, through their orgasms, Rhyperior slammed into the furthest depths of its mate. For the first time, Rhyperior hilted its enormous cock into her with a loud thump. Rhyperior felt the intense pressure of Kirsty's quivering cervix around its cock as it speared through it to accomodate more room for its shaft. Each spurt of torrid cum into her already overstuffed womb almost felt like a punch to her gut while she orgasmed harder than she ever had. She squirted, her cum splashing pathetically against the Pokémon's pelvis and her belly. Compared to the torrent of thick, gooey seed she was being pumped full of, it was almost unnoticeable. Kirsty could only shudder and scream in ecstasy, feeling a complete fullness words cannot describe. She was only able to ride out her last orgasm before she completely blacked out.
When she awoke, Kirsty was laying in a cool and sticky pool of juices. Her head was spinning, her ears were ringing, and she ached all over. Next to her lay the enormous Pokémon, the poor creature completely unconscious itself. Kirsty felt her face flush as she remembered the lewdness of her own carnal desires.
Shakily, she got to her feet. She suddenly remembered the fate of her clothes. Only her flimsy top was still intact. She sighed.
"What a start to my Pokémon Journey" she mumbled to herself, still trying to get the hang of using her tongue again.
Time had indeed passed, and the grass was slick with morning dew. She caught her reflection in a small puddle, and noted the beginnings of some bruising around her neck and breasts - the latter her own doing. Her belly warmed and her cunt squeezed at her reflection. It was almost sexy in a way, and the memories it brought back swam in her mind. She replayed the events over and over in seconds. She looked back to the unconscious Rhyperior. Gently, a hand moved down to her tight opening. The dampness was overwhelming, and that was just from looking at the Pokémon again. Her face reddened with a trembling smile.
As she took another step, she felt something bounce back from her foot. Looking into the grass, she saw the familiar shape of a hand-sized sphere. A Pokéball, she instantly concluded, black and red and gold. It glittered faintly in the light, and overall looked rather fancy. She couldn't quite remember the name of the luxurious ball, but she took it, and after looking it over, turned to the still sleeping Pokémon beside her.
"W-well," she said, pressing the ball's button to the belly of the Pokémon's sleeping form. The Rhyperior was instantly sucked in. Too tuckered out from a battle, it stayed inside the ball. She may have lost Froakie, but the Pokémon she got in return was hardly a step down.
"Gotta catch 'em all, I guess."