Anonymous Forest
Over the new year of 2016, Dark Violet and October Flixard joined up to write a series of short stories for a charitable cause.
Here we delve past the surface into an array of adult works to tantalise and tickle more than just your fancy.
Welcome to the Adult Anthology.
Here, we have a story for node6! A Typhlosion decides that a wander into a rather particular forest is in order. What happens inside... will probably not surprise you. And while it doesn't surprise him either, he's just filled with a foreboding sense of trepidation...
Enjoy :3
Pokémon (c) Game Freak/Nintendo
Anonymous Forest
For node6
You just... don't realise how dark the night can get, sometimes. In cities, in towns, darkness always has a dim glow. Even the most secluded of alleyways has enough ambient light to see by. But out here, in the forest, with stratus clouds and the tree's canopy blocking out any stars...
This wasn't just darkness. This was the absolute absence of light.
Zunder took a deep breath, and the fires on his back sprung to life. The flames flickered in the cold night air. Its light managed to illuminate the nearest tree trunks - but beyond that were just deep voids. The Typhlosion stared into the shadows. Maybe... this hadn't been a good idea...
He stepped forwards again. He reached out to grab a branch - it felt warm under his paw, scaly. He darted his hand back, looking up in shock - staring right into two deep, red eyes.
Zunder gasped, almost losing his footing as he backpedalled against another tree. The fire on his back flared. In front of him, a Serperior slipped into view, curling down from the canopy above.
"Oh... I do apologise." The Serperior said, smiling at him. Zunder continued to breath heavily, staring back. "I didn't mean to frighten you. Are you okay...?"
The Serperior was large for his species, enough to wind his tail around a branch and hang down to look at him - three, maybe four metres at the longest. Across one of his slanted red eyes was a unique marking; a streak of yellow that seemed to meld with the rest of his scales.
Zunder chuckled, flexing his paws worriedly. "Hi..." He said after a while. "Sorry about grabbing you, I..."
"Oh, don't worry about that." The Serperior replied, tossing his head dismissively. "I've had far worse. I expect you may know what I mean."
Zunder opened his mouth, then frowned briefly. "Er... pardon?"
The Serperior nodded his head towards Zunder's lower half. "I know why you're here."
Zunder looked down, blushed, and looked back up again sheepishly. His sheath was bulging, plump, shaft already partly in view past the pale cream fur. It glistened in what light from his fire that reached it.
It had been that way for a while. He couldn't help it. He'd heard of the forest, of the Pokémon that lived there. Of what it was used for. The temptation had been too great. The need has been to great...
"Hey, don't worry. It's nothing to be afraid of." The Serperior replied in a kind tone.
Zunder scratched his wrist, swallowing. "Do I need to do anything? Like, get to know you, maybe do something for you? I should probably know your name..."
The Serperior slithered closer, the tree branch creaking. "I make it a point not to swap names. It is the Anonymous Forest, after all..." he said, and smiled. "Now... I hope you enjoy males..."
Zunder nodded. His lips curled into a slight smile. He did.... His shaft twitched in response.
The Serperior nodded, and moved closer. Again, the branches creaked, and Zunder briefly thought about what would happen if they cracked. The shape was looming closer as the Serperior wound his way over branches and past trees, before...
Zunder swallowed. Before him, the two large shafts of the Serperior hung down from the snake's underside, sticking out from that slit. They bulged as he watched, growing even larger before his eyes. Along the length were a series of fleshy barbs and nubs, growing larger as he slid his eyes from the slightly tapering tip down to the base. It seemed like the slit they were coming from was straining to hold them, they were so big. He ogled them, panting.
They were... huge...
"Take all the time you need" The Serperior said. "I underst..."
Zunder was already on them. His paws grasped one of them - it was hot, wet, slippery. He felt it throb with the snake's heartbeat. Even with both paws around it, he wasn't even close to getting the ends of his digits touching. He rubbed his paws over the barbs, feeling each one. They were firm, but not painful. Sudden thoughts, images flashed through his mind.
What would it be like to have them inside me...?
He gripped the shaft in his paws harder, squeezing it experimentally. He licked his lips, giving a gentle gasp, watching both cocks jerked and moved. He'd never thought the snake would be this big, but here he was... and two shafts, as well. He shuddered at what lay before him.
"Someone's enjoying themselves..." The Serperior said, curling down above him. Zunder nodded, smiling to himself, a blush showing in his ears. "Well go on then" the snake continued, smiling at him. "Squeeze a bit harder. Give a nice firm rub. See what happens..."
Zunder obliged. The shafts squirmed, throbbing some more. Above him, the snake hissed and coiled himself around another branch.
"Ahhh... eager, aren't you..." the Serperior said distantly. "Mmm... you are horny..."
Zunder hadn't considered his own horniness. He could feel his shaft, fully erect, but why look at it... That would mean looking away from the Serperior, after all...
He squeezed the shafts, bringing one closer. He could smell them, that deep, grassy muskiness... His paws were getting faster, and a whine escaped his muzzle as he clutched it, feeling every last bit of that pink, wet flesh.
The Serperior gasped above him. Zunder kept going, part of him still unable believe this was happening. An hour ago, he'd been debating whether or not to travel here, and now... and now...
The shaft in his paws jerked. He held it tightly, rubbing down right to the base, squeezing as he did. He thought of little but the length, and he brought it closer to him, the tip jerking just by his muzzle. He needed to know how it tasted... but dare he...
Above him, a branch cracked, and the Serperior hissed in delight - Zunder felt it jolt in his paws in a familiar way. Before he could think about it, he'd thrown his head forwards, sliding the tip past his lips, just as a sudden rope of cum splashed from the end. He closed his eyes, the taste of the seed filling his mind. Another rope was shot into his mouth, and he gulped it down quickly, feeling it begin to dribble from his lips. Above him, the Serperior was gasping, and another branch cracked.
It wasn't long before the cum subsided - but by the then, it had dripped all down Zunder's front. He stepped back, licking his lips, gasping faintly. "Wow..." he muttered. "I-"
And then a tail was around his front, the green, scaly hide pressing into his fur. He was pulled to the ground, the Serperior slithering around the trunk behind him. His fire sparked, and Zunder felt cold rock on his back indispersed with damp moss. Around him, the smell of sex and the Serperior's musk was strong above the normal smell of the forest.
He gasped as two vines slid around his legs, keeping them apart. He looked down - his shaft was large, fully erect, the conical, pink length nestled in his stomach fur. Behind that, the ends of the vines were poised, before they delved down and...
Zunder gasped. They slid underneath his balls, slipping right to his tailhole, nestled beneath his fur. He tried to say something, but they worked quickly. It seemed that they had secreted some kind of liquid, some natural lubricant - he could feel it working, the vines driving deeper...
The Serperior had brought his tail around. Zunder realised this just as the end was driven against his tailhole. It barely took anything to slide inside, and then-
"Ahhhh!"
He shouted in pleasure as the tail rolled and slid across his prostate in one quick, firm move. He bucked his hips, feeling a wave of pleasure course through him. His shaft throbbed needily.
"Seems you enjoy that..." The Serperior said. He'd half-curled around Zunder, and now his head was right next to the Typhlosion's. "If you wish me to stop, all you need to do is give the word..."
Zunder bit his lip, and shook his head. "Again..."
The Serperior nodded. He presses his tail in again, sending another spasm of pleasure through Zunder, who gasped and bucked his hips. How could he create pleasure with such simple motions? It was... so expertly done, so practiced...
The vines worked his insides, stretching him, the tail pressing in. he could feel the scales, smooth and slippery with the natural lubricant, pressing against him. Each time, they pressed against his prostate, until...
He couldn't hold it in any more. He gasped, his chest rising and falling, and he cried out. So much, such overwhelming pleasure from such expert skills...!
Zunder orgasmed hard, his cock splashing strings of cum across his front. Some landed on his face, and he coughed, smelling it strongly on his muzzle. His mind whirled, and for a moment, the Serperior's motions inside him were amplified. He could feel every motion, every twitch, every last flick against his body. Ohhh... There was so much pleasure... he'd wanted this, needed this. And now, at last, the release...
"Th...thank you..." He muttered. He could rest now...
But when he came down from the pleasure, the Serperior was already working. He felt warmth against his thighs. He felt the vines slip from his tailhole, and the scaly underside of the Serperior winding against his back. "What...?"
"You think we're over?" The Serperior said, smiling. "I was just preparing you, my fiery partner. Keep those legs spread, and tell me if I ever go too roughly..."
Zunder felt one of the Serperior's shafts at his rear. He grasped fruitlessly at the cracks in the rock beneath him, uprooting some of the moss. "They're... too big...!"
The Serperior laughed. "You'll see..." He said with a smile that could be heard, before he thrust into him.
Zunder screwed his eyes shut. Oh, fuck!
He was big. Just... just so big. Zunder couldn't think of any other words to describe it right now. He couldn't concentrate. It was too much to comprehend. His insides were spread further and further, and he writhed as he was penetrated. He could feel every inch of that shaft as it was pressed into him, each bulge of the large, fleshy barbs, and-
And then the _other_one was in too. He gasped again, the fire on his back flaring against the damp rock. The Serperior grunted, and Zunder quivered as both shafts were worked into him. He breathed shakily, his paws flexing, giving a breathless whimper.
"P.... please...!"
He was speaking automatically. He was barely able to control his mouth. Zunder lay back, listening to his words as if he was an observer. His want, his need...
"More... do it..." He muttered, squirming, gasping for breath.
The Serperior was listening. Zunder gasped loudly as both shaft were roughly forced into him, his rear stretching even further. The barbs pressed against his walls, against his prostate again, and when the snake pulled back - oh, how they dragged!
Zunder would remember all of this. Every last moment. His mind was afire with the pleasure, with the feeling of fullness. He felt his belly bulge, distend with the sheer size of both shafts. The forest was filled with their sounds, the lewd squelches and intense gasps of pleasure.
He could feel every last bit of those shafts. He moaned - the sounds filled with intense emotion - every time they were forced into him, and squealed when they were pulled back out. His paws grasped the ground, the Serperior, anything they could as his partner got faster and faster and faster...!
He could feel the bulges at the base of the shaft. Large orbs of flesh, throbbing and wet like the rest of them. Two knots at the end of the large shafts... Zunder needed them inside him.
The Serperior was happy to oblige.
When the moment came, it was like an explosion of delight. The snake wrapped around him, Zunder's legs kept wide apart as both shafts were slammed into him over and over again. It was inevitable that both knots would be forced into him, and oh, during that last great thrust when both were squeezed past his ring, making him yowl and cry out at the feeling...
Zunder's mind filled with nothing but the pure pleasures, delights of instinct and vice. He gasped and whined and pulled at the snake, feeling his body squirm in the feeling. Somewhere in the last conscious recess of his mind, he felt himself orgasm, just as his belly swam with the seed of the Serperior.
He didn't know how long it lasted... how much time he spent around those knots, squeezing them, feeling those shafts pumping him full of the snake's seed...
He just knew...
That is was fantastic.
"Oh, delightful warm boy..." The Serperior said quietly, pressing his head against Zunder's ear. The Typhlosion flexed, gasping at the feeling of the shafts pulsating inside him.
"You're going to have to join me more often."