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Emery lay on her bed, sketch pad open. She’d been aching to doodle all day, but there’d been too much to do until now. Now it was early in the evening, and she had some time to herself to relax. Her pencil scratched back and forth against the page, her mind wandering from topic to topic as she allowed her stream of consciousness to dictate what she was drawing.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she came to a stop. Without having to turn and look, Emery could feel that she was being watched. There was a rustle from the doorway, the sound of something large and heavy trying to move as quietly as it could. The hopeless attempt at stealth made her smile. She knew who it was; it was her companion, Machete, come to check on her.
Knowing that the big Scolipede was checking her out, Emery set down her pencil and stretched. Her back arched, and she pushed her butt up into the air, tempting and inviting beneath the tight fitting shorts that only barely covered the crack of her ass. She knew how she dressed, and she invited the looks that her outfit drew to her body.
The confirmation that her teasing had had the desired effect came when she felt Machete’s pointy nose hook into her shorts and tug them down. Knowing that the game was up already, Emery kept her butt held high up in the air while her pokemon undressed her. Folding her arms beneath her head, she glanced back at last to give Machete a tender, playful smile. She wiggled her hips.
“Can’t you see I’m trying to work?” she teased him.
Tilting his head, he glared back at her with one big, lazy yellow eye. He was undaunted by her faux protests.
With her shorts pulled down far enough to expose both of her holes, Emery flipped over onto her back. She kicked her shorts off and spread her legs wide open for her pokemon mate. “You’re not going to take me right now, are you?” she asked.
Machete’s horns perked up in excitement. He began to climb up onto the bed, his frame heavy enough to make the mattress sag. There was something exciting about his weight and his size, and the fact that, even though he was a total sweetheart, they both knew that he could take control and do as he pleased with her at any time. Sometimes she liked to push him and see just how far she could make him go.
She glanced down below his smooth underside and saw his cock hung down, thick and ready to be used. Just the sight of it sent tingles of pleasure down her spine. Emery had fooled around with a lot of pokemon, and she couldn’t find anything that beat the feeling of a massively oversized dick completely filling her beyond her body’s capacity, except maybe the feeling of that same dick filling her womb with its seed.
“Aren’t you a bad boy!” she cooed to him. She wanted him to be bad, desperately.
Emery was too tempting of a package for anyone to turn down. Her pussy was already glistening with arousal, and her top only barely covered her tits; the bottom of her areolas and the pink of her nipples were already poking out as it was. Machete pulled the rest of the way onto the bed, and she flung her arms to the side to make it obvious just how helpless and vulnerable she was before him.
Tiny little bug feet gripped onto her as Machete crawled on top of her. She reached out to embrace him, her fingers teasing over his chitinous body and pulling him closer. He was so strong, and it felt like he could crush her. She craved his cock.
He was craving her, too. With his long body towering over her, the Scolipede maneuvered the tip of his cock against his trainer’s pussy. The first time they’d done this, it had seemed an impossible fit, but by now they were both very experienced at making things work. Emery slid down a bit further, spread her legs even wider around his bulk, and prepared for him to do his thing.
The first thrust knocked the wind out of her, as it always did. The Scolipede’s cock forced its way deep inside, causing her whole body to shiver and buck at the sudden invasion. Machete must have been particularly horny tonight. As a rule, he was always as gentle as he could be with his trainer; at least at first. But tonight he was like a pokemon possessed. He rammed his full length into Emery in one go, making her gasp, and before she had recovered he’d withdrawn and thrust into her again. His sudden aggression felt dangerous… and exciting. The instinct to protect herself was gone in an instant, and she surrendered herself to the sheer pleasure of it.
“Naughty boy!” Emery whimpered from beneath him. Each thrust forced her legs wide apart, and when his weight was fully laid against her, she could barely breathe. Something pressed against her thigh, and there was a sharp pain, but Emery didn’t mind it; if anything, a bit of pain enhanced her pleasure. So she pushed back against him, squeezing him between her thighs and urging him to keep going.
The bed creaked and groaned with the force of Machete’s fucking, but at the moment Emery didn’t care. The whole thing could fall apart for all she cared; all she wanted was to keep feeling the head of his cock slamming against the back of her pussy over and over again, until she couldn’t take it any longer. One of her tits slipped out of her top as it rode up her chest, the nipple stiff with lust. It dragged against the hard chitin of Machete’s underbody, causing another little explosion of pleasure somewhere in the back of her head.
Emery had had plenty of partners, both human and pokemon. Many of them finished inside of her quickly, which she would take as a compliment when she was feeling particularly seductive. None of her other lovers could hold a candle to Machete’s stamina; oftentimes she would climax several times while he was still going strong, his cock pummeling her womb and pushing up against her tummy from inside. With the force and aggression of their coupling tonight, Emery found herself as the one quickly reaching an orgasm. Her toes curled and she shut her eyes, stars of light exploding behind her eyelids and her head spinning at the intense rush of endorphins. Her pussy clamped down around the pokemon’s cock, begging it to release a load inside of her.
But Machete wasn’t ready to do that just yet. Feeling his vulnerable trainer squirming and cumming beneath him, he redoubled his efforts. Each of his strokes took him almost from tip to base, his entire length sliding into the woman’s tight, warm depths. She could feel his shaft pulsating with desire, but he still didn’t cum. The anticipation was almost maddening.
By the time Emery’s first orgasm began to ebb, she was feeling strange. Her skin was burning, and the feel of her bare nipple grinding against Machete’s body was almost too much for her to focus on. She opened her eyes and looked up at her lover, but her vision was blurred. It was getting harder and harder to focus.
“M-Machete…” she gasped, but the rest of the words eluded her. Everything had become too much… but she didn’t want him to stop. Her mouth opened again, but the only thing that came out was a slurred moan.
If she’d intended to urge Machete on even more, it worked. Her moaning and groaning, and her squirming drove the pokemon even further over the edge. The head of the bed banged against the wall, and for a moment the wicked thought that someone may overhear or even discover their lovemaking bloomed before being completely lost in the whirlwind of her mind. Machete was bearing down on her so hard now that her knees were bent almost all the way back towards her head. The pain in her thigh was dull and throbbing, but still present.
Emery’s heart was pounding in her chest. She could almost hear her own pulse thundering in her ears. Her heart skipped a beat, then fluttered faster. Her vision danced. She had never felt anything like this before. Was this love? Was this what it was to give yourself completely to someone else, to feel your being and your very soul entwine with theirs? It had become nearly impossible to focus her thoughts.
“Wreck me, Machete,” she mewled, not even sure if she was saying the words out loud or merely thinking it. “Fucking break me with your love, darling~!”
His thick cock slammed into her stomach, and she felt it flop like she was on a rollercoaster. Her heartbeat was erratic, and around her the entire world spun. Something was definitely wrong now, she knew, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell Machete to stop. They were both so close now, and she wanted them both to cum together more than anything. A powerful tingling sensation spread throughout her entire body, even as her vision began to fade into black, but she fought to hang on as long as she could, until…
The next orgasm that hit her was world-shattering. It made her first climax feel like a brief warmup, mere preparation for the true promises of pleasure and release she was feeling now. At the same time as the explosive waves began to radiate through her body, she felt Machete’s cock plunge hilt deep inside of her and then, finally, explode with enough force that she could *feel* the flood of pokemon cum filling her womb. She threw back her head and cried out with the joy of it, her trembling body accepting every single spurt of his seed. There were no thoughts left; only dizziness and fire, then white… and finally black.
Mounted on top of his human lover, Machete threw back his own head and revelled in the feeling of his human lover beneath him. She felt so soft and so vulnerable, and even though he knew somewhere in his mind that he had gotten far too rough with her, it was hard to hold himself back when she was begging for it. His cock pulsed inside of her as he delivered his entire load into her. They were truly made for each other.
It wasn’t until after he’d completely drained himself that post-orgasmic clarity began to set in. He could still feel gentle quivers running through Emery’s body, tenderly squeezing at his spent cock. But when he looked down at her, he saw that she was no longer moving at all, and a sheen of sweat coated her unnaturally pale body.
His first thought made his heart swell with a naughty sense of pride; he’d fucked his beloved trainer unconscious! But on a second examination, he realized that something was wrong. She was breathing heavily, and her skin was much too pale. He let out an inquisitive chirp to try to rouse her, but she did not stir.
It wasn’t until after he’d pulled his softening cock out of her and rolled to the side that he saw what had happened. There, on the inside of Emery’s soft thigh, was an angry red puncture mark. A nervous panic began to spread through the Scolipede. In his haste to take her, one of his spines must have pierced her skin. The whole time they had been making love, he had been delivering a steady dose of poison into her bloodstream, and now she had succumbed to the toxic shock.
He moved as quickly as he could, his small appendages struggling to pull down Emery’s top. Then he scanned the room for her shorts and grabbed them up in his mouth. But even if he hadn’t been moving frantically, the act of actually slipping them back onto her seemed nearly impossible. He managed to get them almost up over her hips, but the act of protecting her modesty was taking too long, and eventually he abandoned the plan.
Instead he went to find her phone on the dresser. He nudged it with his pointy nose and did his best to mimic the movements he’d seen Emery make to unlock the device. It wouldn’t work.
Letting out a cry of frustration, Machete abandoned that plan as well. Gathering up the half-dressed girl in his tiny little arms, he practically knocked the door off of its hinges as he rushed out of the house and into the streets. It was late enough that there was no one around, but he knew exactly what to do now.
What he lacked in dexterity, the quadrupedal bug made up for in speed. He dashed through town towards the local Pokemon Center. The glass door slid open, and there behind the desk was the pink-haired nurse on duty. Her smile froze on her face, however, when Machete loped through the lobby and deposited Emery before her.
“Welcome to… ah, what… o-oh my!”
Machete let out a chirp of distress and tried to indicate the puncture wound on Emery’s thigh.
But despite the strangeness of the scene, the nurse’s medical training kicked into action immediately. Giving Emery a brief physical inspection, she pulled open a nearby cabinet and went straight for an injection of Antidote. Not long after she’d been given the injection, Emery’s breathing began to normalize, and she let out a slight moan.
The nurse looked relieved. “That was close. But I think she’s going to be okay. Is this your trainer?”
Machete nodded.
“I’ll take her into one of the back rooms so that she can rest up,” the nurse said. “Good job bringing her here! You saved her life!”
Her words were meant to be comforting, but they held little weight with Machete. He was the one who had put her in jeopardy in the first place.
With Machete in tow, the nurse carried Emery to an examination room. She laid the unconscious woman out on a padded chair and began to fix her clothes by straightening her top and pulling her shorts all the way up. The nurse’s eyes glanced down between Emery’s legs at one point, where the evidence of their previous lovemaking dripped out of her. For a moment the nurse was silent, but the look on her face told Machete that she was putting together exactly what had happened. When she looked at him, he turned away in embarrassment.
“Make sure the two of you are a little more responsible next time,” the nurse admonished him, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush. “Lucky girl, though.”
And with that the nurse scurried out of the room, leaving the two of them alone.
Machete sat down beside the chair and rested his head on Emery’s lap. They sat there like that until, some time later, Emery finally stirred. She blinked and looked around the room, trying to figure out where she was.
“What happened…? Machete, where are we??” she wondered out loud.
The Scolipede looked at her with guilty eyes. Then he nodded towards her thigh.
Sitting up, Emery inspected herself and found the puncture wound. Suddenly everything made sense… and she began to giggle.
“I guess we got caught,” she said, wrapping her arms around Machete and pulling the flustered pokemon into a big hug. “Oh well, it’s not as if it’s the first time.”
Something inside of her had been awoken, however. Already Emery was craving more. “Ah, but Machete…” she purred. Just the thought of it was making her wet. “Maybe if we’re a bit more careful… could you poison me again next time?”