The best way to make some quick cash
Allison tapped her chin in thought. For the first time in forever, Nintendo had announced a new IP for their current, underperforming console. A quirky little title where you play as anthropomorphised Inkay with the goal of covering the arena in ink. It sounded silly, but in the current society of super-serious FPS gameplay and hyper realistic graphics, silly sounded just about right.
Despite its popularity, Allison had never owned a Nintendo console. Her only experience with one was playing on her neighbor's Gamecube from back when she was a toddler in Littleroot town. Even so, a Wii U sounded like a fun kind of console, if slightly clunky; motion and touch controls had always been a novelty in her opinion, one which shouldn't be shamelessly forced on a system that didn't need it.
But the brand new console cost a dear sum. Far more pocket money than she had saved up. When she proposed the idea to her father, he dismissed it completely. "You asked me for a new Laptop last month. And a new tablet the month before." he had said, not bothering to look up from writing on a pad of paper. Obviously she wouldn't be getting anything from him.
And that was completely fair. Truth be told, Allison had always been spoiled by her father, ever since his divorce. It wasn't often he said no, so when he did she dare not press further.
So Allison confronted the dilemma alone. How could she make that much money fast? She could get a job obviously, that seemed like the most straightforward answer, but having never worked a day in her life in the past and overall not wanting to, it was a last resort decision.
Allison tutted, flopping onto her bed and flipping open her laptop. With nowhere else to start, she might as well try a simple search.
"Make money fast"
Unsurprisingly the links were unhelpful. A bunch were obvious scams, not worth her time, while others were equally undesirable solutions like the previously rejected 'get a job'. Out of options and with no instant solution, Allison opened a few links, lazily glossing over them to see if she could piece together any tips. One link led to a conversation on a forum that she had never seen before. Most of the images were blocked off for her, telling her to join the forum if she wanted to see them. She had no desire to deal with the chore of signing up, but as she was about to move on to the next tab the current discussion caught her eye.
'Championsilvie says: I hear that porn pays well for women. Not so much for dudes though.'
Allison scoffed. As if she could work in porn. Sounded like a hassle. She was far too socially inept to talk to guys, let alone fuck them for money and people's entertainment.
'Oran_Oran says: I guess that's because only guys watch porn lol. But yeah girls make crazy money from any kind of porn. I heard this one lady from Sinnoh became a millionaire overnight from just having fucked a Herdier on camera!'
'KantoIsTrash says: No way, that's got to be a myth. No way she made that kind of money that fast.'
'Oran_Oran says: I don't know man, there are weirdos out there that'd pay for some crazy shit.'
'Championsilvie says: It makes sense. Think about how large the market is for vanilla porn. Anyone can waltz in and fuck a guy and make a buck. But bestiality is a super niche market. What self respecting girl could fuck a Pokémon and show her face afterwards? I wouldn't be surprised if she's STILL making money from that same video because there's no more like it.'
Allison frowned. That couldn't be true, could it? Could having sex with a Pokémon really bring in that kind of money? It sounded too good to be true. Biting her lip, Allison began to research, but a sudden shout from her father halted her progress.
"Alli, baby, can you come and feed the Pokémon?" he called up to her, "I've got to drop some papers off at work."
Allison slapped her laptop shut, getting up and smoothing out her plaid skirt. She hung out of her doorway on one foot, peering her head over the banister to speak to her father face to face. She watched as he tried to simultaneously slip on shoes and fix a tie.
"Will you be gone for long? Should I make dinner?" she said, bringing her feet together and resting her arms on the railing for a more comfortable stance.
"No, no, just about an hour or so. But from tomorrow I'll be going back and forth all week so you'll be by yourself for a few days. Think you can handle that?"
"I'm not five anymore dad, I can handle it."
"Good. I'll be sure to stock the fridge tonight," he smiled at her, grabbing a coat and his bag from the floor. "Back soon, love you." and he was out the door. Allison waved her fingers gently. "Love you" she mumbled to herself, and started down the stairs towards the playroom. A week alone was nothing unusual, and she still had to share it with her father's Pokémon. A placid old Granbull, as old as she was. He spent most of his days laying in his bed, getting up every now and again to plod over to someone and sit on their lap, despite his cumbersome size. Allison and her father would sometimes gather on the sofa to watch a show, and the old Granbull would take that opportunity to clumsily clamber up and sit awkwardly between them, his knobbly knees and elbows uncomfortably digging into their thighs. It wasn't the most interesting Pokémon, but even Allison had to admit that the creature's wrinkled and saggy face was endless fun to play with.
The Granbull lay curled in his bed, snoring softly in a slumber. Allison walked over to his food station and filled the bowl with brown nuggets of Pokémon food, each one noisily clattering into the tin bowl. The sound caused the creature's ears to perk, opening his eyes and lazily crawling out of bed, his hulking body stretching and plodding over to Allison, tiny tail wagging slowly. Huge tusk-like fangs easily scooped an enormous mouthful into his maw. Allison pondered as she watched the Pokémon eat, remembering back to the forum topic she had stumbled upon only minutes ago. She bit her lip. This would require more research...
Now, two days later, Allison was starting to have second thoughts as she stared at the webcam that pointed to her from the left, a tiny red light glowing like a blazing fire in her dully lit bedroom. It felt incredibly cold, and her skin bubbled as goosebumps rose to combat the chill. She was naked, save for black socks and a simple black eye mask that helped to hide her features, and her dark brown hair was tied up messily into a loose bun. Allison wore her mother's old lipstick, a mature crimson that starkly contrasted her pristine skin. Her knees would have been trembling if she were standing, but on all fours she was positively still. She swallowed hard, feeling the uncomfortable lump in her throat and shimmied her knees further apart.
Behind her she felt the light vibrations of footsteps. She knew who it was, but still her heart thundered and her belly tightened. She was worried her nervousness was showing on her face, even behind a mask. Perhaps she would have to crop it out in editing. Nervousness wasn't sexy, was it? She swallowed, her mouth uncomfortably dry as the footsteps drew closer. She tried to take a deep, steady breath, but as a pair of huge, lavender paws slammed onto her hips, her breath turned into a hiccupping squeak through her teeth. Her eyes were wide, her palms were sweaty and her trembling pelvis threatened to buckle. Perhaps her thighs were too far apart, she could feel them shuddering now, through anxiety or the added weight of the Pokémon above her she wasn't sure.
After having spent 20 frustrating minutes of trying to get the Pokémon sufficiently aroused, Allison had to admit that it was at least somewhat exciting to her. She had initially been worried about getting herself aroused in order to take him but when the creature insisted on tending to her first and she saw the creature's red rocket slowly extend from its sheath, she found that lubrication wouldn't be a problem at all. Granbull's huge, fat tongue sloppily glided over her sex, pushing between her folds. Allison tried hard not to moan, but failed every time.
Allison reached back through her legs to locate Granbull's tool. A pang flashed through her belly when her soft hand made contact with a rubbery, fleshy protrusion. Her breathing hitched and slowly, she wrapped her trembling fingers around the pole of meat. In response, Granbull bucked his hips forward, sliding in her grasp. Quivering and shaking, Allison led the Pokémon to her centre. She flushed a fiery red at her dampness, gliding the pointed tip of Granbull over her entrance. Steeling her nerves and holding her breath, Allison forced the tip to part her soft and slippery folds.
Granbull slammed his hips forwards violently, the girl's squishy flesh enveloping his cock flipped a primal switch in his mind. Allison cried out, caught off guard. Her body lurched forward, her arm buckling and her chest collided to the carpet, squishing her bare chest to the ground. Granbull had already set off into a rhythm of erratic thrusts, his mind all but lost to the need to breed with the mate below.
"S-slow d-down!" Allison choked out, but Granbull was deaf to her command. He would not be reasoned with. Allison grunted, trying to push herself back up again to better prepare her body for more of the onslaught, but Granbull's incessant hammering kept her from rising. She scraped at the carpet, to pull herself away but the Pokémon's heavy paws had curled around her hips, locking her in place. She tried to lower her pelvis so that she could regain a more comfortable position, but again, she was rooted still, her legs shaking from the strain and from the dick rubbing her g-spot with every movement. Allison was going nowhere. Not right now.
Allison clamped her eyes shut, sucking her lips tightly closed and humming to stop herself from crying out. Granbull was large, and Allison was dainty. Not even five foot, the meter-and-a-half Granbull was almost as tall as she was. But now that her height had been more than halved, she felt utterly miniscule compared to the lilac beast that panted and growled on top of her. Granbull shifted, removing his gripping paws from her hips and placing them into the small of her back. Allison grunted when she felt the full weight of the creature, squashing her cheek and breasts further into the floor. Granbull bucked his hips experimentally from this new angle. Allison gasped, clawing at fistfulls of carpet and curling her toes when she felt Granbull's enormous rod grow bigger, forcing itself deeper inside of her. She fathomed just how much of Granbull's dick had been unable to enter her till now, the curvature of her bottom having prevented it from slotting itself into her completely. Now his pointed tip poked her cervix. It was a little painful, but also something else. She desperately shot a hand between her legs, waving frantically to find the creature's root penetrating her.
Granbull set off once again at a new, frantic pace, slamming inch after inch of cock into Allison's sopping wet box. She choked out a moan, now starting to enjoy the feeling of the ever-expanding foreign body ravishing every nerve in her sensitive little cunt at once.
A flash of red light reminded her of the webcam that stared so intensely at them. That's right, she was doing this for a camera, wasn't she? A pit of anxiety in her gut opened when she recalled just where this video would be heading. Panting heavily, she grabbed at her face, feeling for the mask that hid her identity from the internet, but when her fingers felt only the clamminess of her brow and cheeks, she felt her heart momentarily sink. A quick glance upwards confirmed that her mask sat just in front of her. She fumbled to retrieve it, trying desperately for her fingers to work, but she only succeeded in pushing it further away.
Allison moaned out, covering the beet-red shame on her face with her hands while Granbull fucked into her. The Fairy Pokémon placed a huge paw on the young girl's head keeping her pinned. Tears rolled down her face and Allison sobbed between gasping moans. Through a confusing haze of fucklust and red-hot shame, she tried to distinguish whether the feeling rising in the pit of her stomach was if she was going to be sick from embarrassment or if the great beast rutting with her was going to make her cum. When Granbull howled, hilting his incredible girth inside her, Allison cried out. It was definitely the latter.
Allison shuddered, grunting in climax that shook through her entire body. She tangled her fingers into her hair and clenched her teeth, her toes pointed and her legs thrashed. Her hips bucked wildly into his, their motion combined with her vaginal walls clamping down onto the intrusive dick drove on the beast further, milking it for all of its seed.
Granbull began to orgasm, shooting wad after wad of potent cum deep inside his mate. Allison would have to admit, the sensation of such a hot liquid filling her felt incredibly good. As the bitch and her mate rode out their well-deserved orgasms together, Allison felt a sudden swelling deep within. She gasped, the expanding size of Granbull's member was incredible. She raked at the carpet to try and crawl away, but still she was entrenched to her spot, and the little progress she made was undone when Granbull irritatedly gripped a pawful of her hair and pulled her back under his frame, screwing another couple of inches of his penis inside her. Granbull had started the next phase: Knotting.
Still, Granbull continued to ejaculate, the fat knot corking his liquid deposits inside the poor, whimpering girl. He panted, drool dripping off lulling tongue and pooling onto Allison's back. She groaned, burying her face into the carpet. She should be in pain, she thought, she could see the bulge in her belly for Arceus' sake, yet all she felt was numbing, cunt-squeezing pleasure ripping into her. Despite her best efforts, Allison could not resist the urge to fuck her hips back at the Pokémon, grinding the Fairy type's fat knot into her g-spot. Granbull almost whined at the sensation when the girl's sloppy pussy began to suckle on his engorged prick again. He rolled his hips into her buttox, wiggling his still cumming cock around and around inside her. Allison's fingers flexed as she experienced her second orgasm, her girlcum splashing against Granbull's emptying balls, tensing with each ejaculation.
After what felt like an agonizing lifetime tied together, Granbull's knot began to shrink. Allison, so completely satisfied and in constant state of orgasmic bliss, had since lost control of her hips and thighs, so her body practically dangled from Granbull's loins like some kind of jiggling, mind-broken cock-ornament. With his member slowly retreating, Allison suddenly dropped. Granbull's now free cock splashed thick white seed over her back and round little bottom, apparently still not quite done with his orgasm. The Pokémon yawned lazily, utterly spent, and curled up to clean himself off and sleep. Allison cooed, panting softly and face buried into the crook of her arm, basking in the dark that cooled her sweaty skin. Her tired and aching body began to relax and soon Allison drifted off too, her pussy desperately trying and failing to keep her liquid prize deep inside.
In the dark, the webcam's red light blinked and flickered and, eventually, faded.
Allison paused the video, staring at the digitized image of herself. She bit her lip, her face a deep shade of pink. Her video self stared back at her with lusty eyes and red face, panting and drooling into a puddle on the floor, the black mask no longer on her face. She could just crop the video. It might make the dimensions a bit off, but at least no one would see her face. Allison's finger hovered over the mouse button. Granbull patted into her room and clambered up onto Allison's bed. She looked over at the Pokémon as it sat, panting happily and wagging short tail. Was it that time again already? Allison quickly locked her door, then sitting back on her bed, swallowed and turned back to her laptop, moving the mouse to hover over the 'publish' button.