Drowzy Woods
A drowzee finds another female trainer wandering his woods, and makes her his.
The drowsy looked up fom his hiding spot. A pale-skinned trainer approached. Drowsy was in luck- this trainer was a female. She had long purple hair tied up behind her head in a ponytail, and a red running jacket with a white stripe going down the middle of the front. Her legs were less modestly dressed- she had a small pair of tight shorts, a small gap of flesh high up on her thigh, and then black socks that went down all the way to her shoes.
Her eyes darted around the path. It was possible she knew the area was dangerous, or maybe she was just extremely alert. Either way, he would need a distraction so he could work with her. He looked at her feet. She paid much attention to her surroundings, but not much to where she stepped. With a mischievous grin plastered on his face, the drowsy raised his hand and twisted his fingers. A branch between her feet rose up between her feet at just the right angle.
Her surprise was total. She threw her arms out behind her, trying to throw her weight backward so she wouldn't fall. For a moment, she teetered on the edge of her balance... and then she fell forward into a pile of wet leaves.
Now was his opportunity. He twisted his fingers again, and the pokeballs fell off her belt and rolled under the leaves next to her. She sputtered and pulled her face from the wet leaves and brushed her face off, looking down at her body for any bugs. After a few irritated moments, she decided none climbed onto her, and she calmed down. She kept walking down the trail, picking leaves out of her hair and off her jacket as she went.
It waited until she was far enough away, then it started to follow. He didn't want to risk starting his engagement within earshot. Besides, she was walking the direction he needed her to. Might as well let her do the work for him.
Thirty minutes passed. Finally, she encountered the wall of thorns near his home. She shook her head and dropped her hand to her hip, no doubt looking to grab one of her pokeballs. When her hand felt only air, though, her skin turned white and clammy. She looked at her hip to confirm what she already knew- her pokeballs were gone.
"Arcanine?!" she yelled. There was no response- her pokemon were several kilometers behind her, hidden under a pile of leaves. Perhaps the moisture would seep into them soon, damaging the lock mechanisms and letting them out of their pokeballs. Perhaps in a few minutes, they would begin tracking their trainer to find out where she went. They would arrive far too late.
Drowsy stepped out from the woods, focusing. She heard its feet crunching on the leaves, and she smiled. "Arcanine, there you are-"
She stopped smiling as she saw the drowsy. It stared into her eyes and released its psychic energy. She couldn't keep her eyes open, and her legs wouldn't stay up beneath her. She collapsed, her consciousness fading into the darkness of sleep- and try as she might to scream for help, only a murmer escaped her plump lips.
Drowsy slung her body over its shoulders. He was so short that her feet dragged on the ground, but he was stout, and did this many times before. He walked toward the thorn wall, pulled open a door into a secret passage, and pulled it tight shut behind him. Every twenty steps, he unloaded another potent dose of psychic energy into her to keep her from waking.
After ten minutes of walking, he was underground. He walked through two more secret doors- one of wood, and one of stone. Now the only light came from the strange crystals lining the cave's walls. Finally, he was home. He rounded the last corner and walked into the main chamber.
Several other male drowsy looked up at him. Wicked grins plastered all their faces as they saw what their companion brought home. They helped him lay her out on a large slab of rock, then tied her up in their favorite position.
After too long in the darkness of sleep, her mind crawled back toward the light of consciousness. This time, there was no psychic energy to bombard her into sleep again. Her eyes opened.
At first, she was not sure what she was looking at. Everything was lit in a dim blue light, and there were figures surrounding her. She tried to move, but discovered to her horror that she could not- while she was asleep, they pulled her ankles behind her head, tied them together, and tied her hands behind her back and thighs. Her tight shorts were pulled even tighter against her pussy, and she felt exposed.
Then she saw what the figures were.
Evil drowsy surrounded her, their dicks swinging long and thick between their stout legs. She tried to scream, but her body did not respond. She was allowed to be awake, and she was allowed to feel- but they disabled most of her muscles, including her ability to scream.
The one who carried her into the chamber had first rights. He slid his finger down the line in the middle of her shorts, rubbing the nub at the top as he passed. He was content to wait a little longer- it made the reward that much sweeter. He trailed his finger again, making her squirm beneath his touch. He did it again, and again, and again. Then he rubbed that line in the middle of her shorts, and he felt dampness.
He pushed deeper, and a sound that had not been disabled escaped her throat- a lusty moan. She gasped and silenced herself, but the drowsy heard all he needed to- and more importantly, so had she. The more she heard herself being turned on by their actions, the more solid the hypnosis would become- and the firmer their grasp on her would be.
He looked at her in the eyes and put his head between her legs. He laid his snout on her belly, and his mouth on her slit. He worked her with his tongue, through her shorts, pressing deep into long strokes. She shivered, but didn't let herself moan. She tried to scream again, focusing on breaking through the psychic walls, but to no effect. Instead, a soft moan escaped her lips.
The drowsy signaled the others. They ripped her jacket and undershirt off, followed quickly by her bra. Tears filled her eyes, and she stopped focusing on not moaning and tried to scream again- only for a horny moan to escape her throat once more. The drowsy between her legs ripped her shorts in half, leaving her soaking panties exposed. A moment later, these were also lying on the scrap heap, awaiting disposal. Save for her shoes and socks, she was completely naked.
She tried to scream. She tried to scream as the one between her legs laid his log of a dick on her slit, sliding backward to find its entry point. She tried to scream as two of them mauled her breasts and flicked her nipples. She tried to scream all the way until one of them turned her head and slid his dick into her mouth, then down her throat. But no screams ever came out- the only thing the dick in her mouth silenced were the ever-growing moans of lust welling up deep inside her body. With her plump lips sealed tight around his dick, and the muscles in her throat trying to swallow the invader inside it, the drowsy whose nuts rested on her cheek signaled the one between her legs.
Then he knocked on her mind. Suddenly, she could see what he could- his enormous girth pressed against the entrance to her pussy, her lips barely split around the tip of his bulbous girth. Her eyes could see only the thigh of the drowsy violating her mouth and throat, but the one between her legs was making sure she could witness him take her. She shut her eyes, but that just made the image all the clearer.
He slid in, slowly, spreading her virgin flesh open around him. Her eyes opened wide, but she could not think. He kept sliding inside her, slowly, painfully, deliciously. When he finally came to a stop, his balls resting against her butt cheeks, she could feel her belly bulging around his dick- she could see it poking up from inside her.
Then he slid out, and she felt everything grow cold and empty. With a sudden force, he slammed his dick back home, mashing his hips against hers and grinding against her clitoris. It felt wrong, like something was coming undone, tingling painfully all along her insides. He pulled out and slammed home again, and again, and again. Each thrust turned more of the pain into something else. Something that made her want him to split her apart on his dick. Something powerful and amazing.
The drowsy in her head finally loosed his load, drumping it straight down her throat. He sighed as she swallowed and sucked, pulling his dick out slowly so her plump lips and sweet tongue could do their work and clean him off. As soon as his dick was clear of her throat, she started moaning again, this time with no effort or energy to stop it. He pulled clear, letting her tongue wash the bottom of his dick's head just before pulling out. Her mouth opened up, and she looked down at the one between her legs, watching him violate her from her perspective and the images he forced her to watch.
He was pounding her now, making her voice come out in short, high pitched cries begging for release. Fem juice splattered on his crotch with every resounding thud of their hips colliding. Her own cries reached her ears three times- once when she cried out, once when the vision forced into her mind let her hear herself from his perspective, and once when it bounced off the cave walls around her, over and over.
With an exhausted groan, the drowsy finally slammed into her, letting it all come out. His dick blasted her insides with rope after rope of semen, squirting it the last few centimeters to let it rest directly on her womb. As he came, he undid the lock on her pussy, finally letting her cum. The energy of a dozen climaxes rolled into one, and her mind whited out as she screamed in pleasure, white spunk and fem-cum splattering out of her and soaking the rock beneath her. As soon as her orgasm ceased roiling through her body, she fell asleep, limp once more, her pussy still contracting around his dick.
He smiled and pulled out. The angle of her hips kept his seed lodged deep insider her, against her womb. He had a feeling she would make a great addition to their collection. Perhaps since she was more experienced, she would be able to help out the other girls in raising their children. But that would come later. Right now, it was the next drowsy's turn to come.
He moved to the side, and one of the drowsy mauling her breasts stepped to the base of the slab. He pressed his dick against her pucker and waited, smiling. Once she was conscious again, they would continue. When the last strain of rebellion was gone and her spirit was crushed, they would bring her, bloated with cum, to the others. But that wouldn't be for a time yet- a long and hard time.