Well Laid Plans - Sunflora
#2 of Well Laid Plans
The journey of a young man completing an incredibly explicit to-do list.
I pushed open the door to my apartment and entered, attempting to be quiet. My A Bathing Primeape backpack in one hand, and my keys in the other, firmly holding them together to avoid any jingling and jangling. I was expecting Spinda to be napping when I arrived, but unfortunately, she was awake and patiently awaiting my return. She was shoved into the corner of my grey sectional couch, her head resting on it's arm. "Spindaaaa?" she said, only partially excited to see me. The days of her rushing to the front door to greet me ended a long time before we moved into my first apartment. "Hey beautiful," I replied, closing the door behind me and tossing my keys on a hook nearby. Spinda quickly hopped off of the couch and began making her way over to me. Over the years, Spinda had become more and more mature, in the same way I have, but on a much longer timetable. As I mentioned previously, Pokémon age slightly faster than humans, so while I was a scant 6 years older than her, the relative age gap was nearly 30 years. Over the years, Spinda had calmed down and was more sure of her footing. 10 years ago, she would have barely been able to make it off of the couch without taking a spill, but now, she hopped off without so much as a tumble. Her walking was graceful and careful, and I only caught her stumbling a handful of times a month Unless of course, she recently achieved orgasm, in which case she felt just like her old self, stumbling and bumbling around until her legs recovered. Spinda walked over and held her hands out for a hug. I crouched down and gave her what she wanted. I wrapped my arms around her and stood up, lifting her up, squeezing her tight. "Guess what?" I said into the swirly ear near my face. "Spinda?" she replied. "I have another Pokémon," I said, now holding her near arms length, and she frowned. I frowned as well, and continued, "Don't take it that way, I'm not keeping her. I'm just going to evolve her and fuck her." Spinda frowned harder. She was not receptive to the new information. This was unsurprising. Spinda was territorial. It was a little while before she grew accustomed to this lifestyle, but she would come around in time. In that moment though, she wriggled free of my grasp and fell to the ground, stumbling slightly on impact. She caught her self and traipsed over to the couch to pout, her little arms crossed. I didn't have time for it, so I simply grabbed my backpack and made my way to my spare bedroom. My apartment was sizable. I opted for the two bed/one-point-five bath option, knowing that the spare room would be nearly empty. All I had in that room was a free-standing clothes rack with some spare clothes hanging from it, as well a nightstand with a lamp on it. I wasted no time preparing. I was already hard. I pulled three things out of my bag; the red and white Pokéball, a blue plastic capsule that rattled with a soft series of thuds, and a small object wrapped in brown paper. I pressed the button on the Pokéball and out came Sunkern. She had barely five seconds to react to the change in environment before I began unwrapping the paper package. Inside the package was a sun shaped piece of stone, faintly glowing with the red light, much like the glow of the morning sun. I shoved it into Sunkern's face and watched the wonder of evolution. Or at least, I watched a small portion of it. I've seen hundreds of evolutions on video before. They turn white and then they look different. Crazy. Instead, I turned around and snatched up the blue plastic capsule and popped the top off. A logo on the side said 'HeatX'. Guess what that is. Yep, you guessed it. Expensive. Once I turned back to Sunkern, she was no longer the same floating yellow and black seed. She was now a Sunflora. She resembled a humanoid sunflower, with hands that mirrored leaves, and her body a light shade of green. She had grown in size, now standing at a statuesque two feet tall, and her face was now shaped like a sunflower. Her eyes were squinting, surprised by the sudden evolution. She had a slight smile on her face, and it grew to a full sized grin once she saw me. "Sunflora-flora," she said. Probably asking me what was going on. I did not reply, and instead dumped a dose of HeatX into the palm of my hand. HeatX were dark blue, Pokéblock-shaped objects, and if you haven't guessed, they induce most Pokémon into a state of heavy heat. They are commonly used on breeding farms, and it's a pain to get them through civilian means, but thanks to the wonderful world of the internet, I managed to special order a bottle of them. There were only twelve in the bottle, and it was horrendously expensive, but I wasn't concerned about cost. I was concerned, then, about handing Sunflora one of the blocks. She studied it for a moment, her large mouth forming the shape of an 'o', and she reached out, leaving her leaf shaped hand in front of, and slightly below, mine. I imagined that it must be difficult for her to pick it out of my hand, so I turned it and let it fall into hers. I got a closer look at her hand, and I actually sort of spaced out on it. Even though it resembled a leaf, it was still flesh and bone. A velvety coat of green fur covered her body, and I imagined that if I grabbed it, it would feel almost as soft as Spinda. As these thoughts traveled through my head, Sunflora whimsically tossed the HeatX into her mouth and chewed. My eyes fixated on her. Pokémon are nothing if not expressive, and a bevy of changes rushed through her face in the next few seconds. First, she seemed confused, as if she had never eaten before. Then, a flash of disgust. I don't blame her, HeatX probably isn't formulated to be tasty. It's there to make Pokémon make babies. Then, her face fell flat, but not in a way that I would associate with sadness, but more like her brain was working out a complex mathematical proof. I glanced down at the bottle still in my hand and mentally noted the directions. "Wait 30-60 seconds for the drug to take effect." About forty seconds later, it looked as though the instructions were spot-on. Sunflora wobbled on her feet and her face flushed a slightly darker shade of beige. My cock was fighting against the inside of my work pants. Sunflora looked at me and sternly said, "Sunflora." It was all the direction I needed. I undid my belt and threw my pants down, my dick swinging free, bouncing up and down after my waistband caught it. It was firm and throbbing. I looked down at Sunflora and studied her, as she studied my length. I'm not sure exactly what she was expecting, but she probably had not seen a human penis. I think she managed to put two and two together though, because she quickly shuffled over to me. Sadly, much like Spinda, Sunflora was ever-so-slightly too short to service my cock while we were both standing. I mentally noted to get a Pokémon that was. Just a little bit below three feet would be perfect. I decided to make life easier for her and I fell to my knees, absentmindedly pushing my pants off of my ankles. Sunflora immediately moved closer, and wrapped one of her leaves -- er -- hands? She wrapped one of her hands around my cock. I was thrilled to discover that her hand could flex all of the way around, and her fur was exactly as soft as I'd imagined. She looked up at me and smiled. She was sexy as sin. She wanted to fuck, but it seemed like she wanted to have some other fun first. My cock was throbbing in her hand. Every time my heartbeat would make it throb, she would squeeze back. It was soft and smooth, but it gripped tightly, and she started stroking up and down the length. It felt almost as good as pussy. It was divine. "Holy shit," I uttered as I let my butt fall backwards onto my heels. Sunflora moved closer again, her chest brushing up against the tip of my member, and she put her other hand up and under my balls, creating a makeshift cradle for them. To this day, I'll never understand how Pokémon are pre-loaded with sexual acts at birth. Throughout all of the texts and documentations I've looked over, the only nebulous answer scientists have come to is that sex is in their evolutionary D.N.A. Our ancestors were apparently fucking them with wild abandon, and it led to them instinctively handling human genitalia with aplomb. Obviously, this is not taught in elementary school. Either way, Sunflora was giving me my first legitimate handjob, and I thought I was going to black out. Her hands were working on me like I couldn't believe, the whole of my package completely enveloped in her silky smooth hands. They were enormous, even bigger than my own hands. From her wrist to the tip, they looked nearly as long as she was tall. They stroked and pulled and pushed and grabbed my junk, gently but forcefully. I could tell what she wanted, and I was reaching it at Mach Speed. "Fuck Sunflora," I cautioned, and her smile grew larger. I threw my head back in ecstasy, trying to will my orgasm back into it's vault, and that's exactly when I felt my cock grow cold. I paused, realizing that Sunflora had taken her hands off of me, and before I had a chance to look down and see what she was doing, her hands pressed against my thighs and she took my member into her mouth. I nearly fell over. In a split second, my throbbing penis went from angrily protesting the sudden absence of Sunflora's hands to being buried deep inside her mouth. It was wet, and warm. I made a noise that resembled a squeak and my eyes centered on the top of her head. My sense of touch was correct. My cock was gone, and was replaced with a Sunflora head. I bucked my hips, and she stayed on it. I almost came on the spot, but I wanted to try something. Since Spinda had never been a big fan of sucking my cock, I was a little lost, but my first instinct was to fuck Sunflora's face. Sunflora began pulling her head back, her huge tongue shifting back and forth around the bottom of my cock, her flat lips creating a tight vacuum, but I wasn't going to let her keep control for any longer. I placed my hand on the nape of her neck, grabbed it gently, and pulled it in to my groin, again planting my cock as deep as it could go inside of her mouth. Sunflora gagged, her previously cute, bubbly voice twisted into a guttural growl, and I waited a moment, my chest heaving. I was waiting for her to object to my sudden power move, but she did nothing in response to my cock buried inside of her mouth, my balls resting against her chin. Then, I felt her tongue swirl around my cock, while still inside her mouth, rubbing all around the sides and bottom. My leg started shaking. I took that as a hearty invitation, and I gleefully pulled my hips back, simultaneously pulling her head away from me, and then again slammed my member forward. Again, she gagged, but it was more desperate now, and all inhibitors disappeared from my brain. I began repeating this motion, as quickly as my body would let me, again and again hurling my cock down into her throat. I felt my thighs screaming within seconds, and Sunflora was gagging constantly, her spit running down her face and all over my balls. This did not last long. After what I believe to be a dozen thrusts, I embedded myself in her soft, hot, wet, wanting mouth and felt my cock flex. I felt my cum literally pour out, one deposit at a time, into her mouth, and theoretically straight down her throat. I curled forward, taking my second hand off of the ground behind me, and wrapping both of my arms around the back of her head, not letting her go. Sunflora took it like a champion. I could feel her throat muscles constricting around the head of my cock, almost like she was intentionally teasing every last drop out. Her lower lip was jammed into my balls, and with the last few pulses, I grunted each time, almost angrily, and she gagged again. I wanted to stay there for a week, my spent member resting inside of her mouth, wrapped around her. We were both breathing heavily, and I finally leaned back on my haunches, my cock dragging back out of her mouth. Several thick trails of spit and cum hung from my manhood, flinging all around as it left her mouth. I got another good look at Sunflora's face, right before she passed out. She looked overjoyed, her face set in a satisfied expression and covered in her own spit. "Fun?" I said. I really didn't know what to say. I'd just had one of the best orgasms in my entire life up to that point. It was a miracle I'd gotten anything out in my post-orgasmic bliss. "Sunfl..." Sunflora began to say, and then she keeled over, the evidence of satisfaction leaving her face, and I realized she had passed out. I can't blame her. That must have been tiring. In fact, I joined her.
When I awoke, Sunflora still laid sleeping. My eyes adjusted to the small amount of light in the spare bedroom, and I noted that it was now night time. I had been asleep for at least an hour, as the sun had just started to set when I blacked out. I rolled over, absentmindedly rubbing my hand on the rough imprint the carpet left on my skin, to study Sunflora. Her chest was slowly rising and falling, and her face was stuck in a peaceful expression. I was surprised, mostly. I knew that Pokémon heat didn't last very long, a day or so at best, but it seemed like hers ran out the second I came down her throat. Maybe she was just sexually satisfied? I looked down and saw the bottle of HeatX on the ground, still open, and grabbed it, feeling the organic blocks shake about inside of it. I read the side, which claimed that states of heat induced by HeatX did not last as long as naturally occurring heats, and nodded slightly. I probably should have known that, considering the massive amount of effort it took to hunt down a dealer for it, but I guess I overlooked it. No problem though, I can't imagine a situation where I'd need more than a few hours. I looked back at Sunflora, inspecting her body. I reached out and pulled her leg away from the other and leaned in to look at her nether regions. Unsurprisingly, her pussy was 'closed', so to speak, her lips covering herself up. While she was in her artificial heat, it was probably marginally opened up and glistening, but now that she was back to normal, it was dry and tightly closed. I put my hand out and pushed aside one of the green lips and was rewarded with a look at her pink inner folds, as well as a small stirring from her sleeping body. As much of a perverted man as I was, I couldn't bring myself to go for a round two while she was sleeping. My manhood was spent, and even playing with a sleeping Pokémon's gorgeous pussy wasn't enough to arouse me, so I stopped, letting her lip snap back into place. It jiggled slightly. I almost passed out again. I didn't, and I stood up, heavily stretching, throwing my arms up into the air, hearing my back creak along with my knees, and left the room. When I got into the living room, I was greeted with a very pout-y Spinda. "What?" I said, walking by her and into the kitchen. I got some water and walked back out. Spinda had not stopped pouting. "Spinda." She said, her arms crossed. She was in the same spot on the couch as she was earlier. Could she have actually just sat there pouting for several hours? I trotted over to the couch and sat down next to her, taking a sip of my water. "Don't worry about it." I replied. "Spinda." "Jealous?" Spinda did not respond to the admittedly rhetorical question. She was jealous, of course. She'd had me to herself for over a decade now, and it was only natural for her to not be a fan of my experimenting. However, that's all it really was. Experiments. To this day, as I write this, Spinda is the best sexual partner I've ever had. All others were amazing, magical, wondrous, exhilarating, but Spinda was the only one that was perfect. I patted Spinda on her head, and I felt some tension leave her body. She looked up at me and conjured up one of her amazing smiles, which I returned. She was only jealous, after all. She'd get over it. Spinda looked down at my lower body while my hand was on her head, and I caught her looking at my tired and soft penis. She then looked up at me and smiled, but this time, it was mischievous, not happy, and her hand went to my package, traveling between my cock and my balls, and she pushed my cock up, slapping it against my stomach. She then started rubbing up and down the length with the back of her hand. It was mere seconds before I felt the familiar discomfort of a fatigued penis refilling with blood, and I decided to give Spinda what she wanted. I twisted towards her and picked her up, bringing her face near mine. "I love you," I said. "Spinda!" she replied, and we kissed.
"How was your evolution party?" said a cutesy voice behind me. It was the next day, and I was at work. I was utterly exhausted, after the fun of the previous night. Spinda pushed me well past my limit, probably to make me regret my hook-up with Sunflora. When we finished, we took a shower together, and went to bed. At the time, Sunflora was still asleep. That morning, I arrived earlier than usual in order to make myself some coffee and relax for a few minutes before Layla arrived. Claire had found me hiding near the front desk, sitting in a chair and putzing around on my PokéNav, and decided to bother me. I wasn't too worried about how to handle lying in the face of my coworkers, but I was still a bit nervous. I decided to avoid picking up my coffee for a moment, though. "It was fascinating, actually. I'd seen videos of it happening, but it's crazy to watch it in person," I lied, spinning around in the office chair to see her. She looked as bubbly as ever. Her eyes went wide at my response. "I know, right!?" she bellowed, throwing her hands up in the air in delight. "It's crazy! And they're so cute afterwards, right?" "You know it," I responded, "it was crazy to see." Claire squealed again, causing me to wince. I enjoyed her company, but I was so damn tired. I reached out and grabbed my coffee, willing my hand to keep still. I wouldn't say it was shaking, but it definitely had a small case of the tremors, due to my nervousness. I really didn't like lying to Claire. I could lie to my family and Layla, no problem, but I always felt bad about lying to Claire. "Are you gonna check anymore out?" Claire said, leaning back against the reception desk. I crossed my legs in front of me and took a sip of my coffee. I tried not to overthink her question. She was just genuinely curious. She knew nothing. "Depends on if we get anything cool in," I replied. She smiled, a toothy and cheery one. "We'll see. This is a rich area, so uncommon Pokémon do occasionally show up. Did you have anything in mind?" This was a question I had been expecting. Claire was as curious about the world as I was, and she would love to know what kinds of Pokémon I was interested in. I had two options: either I could reply with a Pokémon on my 'list', or reply with a random one I don't really care about, but I still kind of want to fuck. There was no shortage of those. I decided on the latter approach. At the time, I already had leads on Zebstrika and Absol, and I didn't need to start pushing my luck. I ran through a mental list of Pokémon, and decided on a general answer to help avoid coming off as weird. "I'd like to check one out that's similar to a dog or a cat, just to bring them home for Spinda to play with," I mused. Good job. Totally normal thing to say. Good. Claire smiled and put her hands together, bringing them up to her face and leaning her cheek on them in a mocking motion. "Awhhh! Are you worried that Spinda is getting lonely?" she said, her face blushing slightly. I smiled and nodded at her. "Yeah... She seems so bored when I get home. I sucks only having a few hours to spend with her during the week." "Well alright!" she declared, "I'm pretty sure we already have some Pokémon like that, but I'll check what we have coming in this week and let you know." To this, she added a salute, her hand swiftly flying up to her forehead and her body going straight. Claire was so cute sometimes. "Thanks Claire." "No problems! Talk to you later!" she tittered, and she lifted one leg, spun on the spot, and began goose-stepping away from the front reception. I giggled to myself and saw Layla enter through the front reception with Sam right behind her. I waved at them and stood up. "Mr. Bolina," Layla said flatly, briskly walking past the front desk, her heels click-clacking against the tile floor, "come with me." My heart dropped into my stomach, and I felt my skin tighten. Visibly though, I just nodded and followed her into the nurse's office. As soon as we both arrived, she immediately told me we had a Pokérus outbreak to deal with, and I relaxed. Layla didn't suspect anything, and even if she did, she probably wouldn't have cared. All business.
The next few weeks following my first Pokémon check-out were wholly uneventful. I know whoever reading this would expect me to be constantly hunting my next conquest, while rutting any Pokémon I could get my hands on, but this is not so. Realistically, I had mostly everything I needed in Spinda. I didn't fuck Pokémon because I had some sort of deep-seated urge to do so. I fucked Pokémon almost entirely out of curiosity. Sure, I liked to fuck them, but I wasn't some sort of raving fuck monster. Anyway... I spent most of my free time hunting down the Pokémon on my list and making love to Spinda. At the time, I was incredibly excited, because I had officially made contact with both an owner of a Zebstrika, as well as the owner of an Absol. The Zebstrika owner was a man named Bally. Bally owned a farm near the edge of town, flush with Miltanks, Mareep, etc. etc. Normal farm animals, you get it. However, Bally's ranch was special for two reasons; he owned a small group of Zebstrikas, and more importantly, Bally had a side business 'renting' his farm animals out to curious parties. This was entirely illegal, beyond any grey area. As previously mentioned, you can absolutely fuck your own Pokémon, but Pokémon prostitution was totally not allowed, so I would be committing a grave crime, at least in the eyes of the government. That being said, Bally had been apparently running his fuck farm for well over a decade, with no signs of stopping. What were the odds of me being caught with a Zebstrika by the police, on that specific day? My Absol lead was a bit less defined. I did indeed find a man that regularly posted videos of himself having relations with his female Absol, and he replied to my private messages amicably, but once I revealed that I was willing to pay him for a night in with his Pokémon, he became slightly reserved. He wasn't entirely against the idea, to be fair, but he didn't seem fully receptive to it either. He'd never rented her out before. I felt, at the time, that I was making headway though. He had asked for naked pictures of me, which I provided. He didn't want some sloppy overweight man with a small cock laying pipe on his prized possession. The tentative plan was to record me fucking her and post it on his channel. This made me nervous, but since my face wouldn't be in it, and nobody besides Spinda and Sunflora had seen me naked, it was a pretty safe situation. The other Pokémon on my list were still out of reach. I had yet to find willing owners for any of them. A part of me was considering looking for a certain underground, off the books type of establishment that would sell me time with my preferred Pokémon, but those felt dirty and sketchy to me. I did know of one nearby, but it had a poor reputation on internet circles. All I knew at the time was that I was going to travel to the edge of town in a few days to meet Bally. Work had slowed down slightly. The holidays became something of a madhouse at adoption centers, usually due to hopeful parents 'trying out' Pokémon for the season. Once they realized that little Jimmy doesn't like his new Lillipup, or Skitty, or whatever, they run over to Kitta to dump the poor thing on us. In the summer months, alternatively, the center relaxes a bit. Layla and I are still busy, being doctors, but Claire and her team settle into a daily monotony. Of course, that means that Claire spends quite a bit of her spare time in the doctors office. "So what're y'all doin'?" Claire asked, her butt on the clean white counter-top of my office. Well, not quite an office, more like a cubicle. Or a small closet with a shelf. I didn't look up from what I was doing, which was doing inventory on the medicine we had received that morning. Layla, on the other hand, replied coolly, "We're doing inventory on this morning's shipment." "No sick Pokémon today?" Claire asked. "Not yet," Layla replied. Layla, against her own will, had a soft spot for Claire. Hell, she had a soft spot for me. Layla enjoyed curiosity, and we both had that in spades. If any other person started pelting her with inane questions, she'd probably lock down. "That's good," Claire said, her legs swinging in and out, her heels stopping before they clack against the counter. "Not for my job security," Layla said, flatly. Claire giggled. "Did y'all see what got adopted today?" Claire asked the room. I didn't respond, my eyes fixated on the quantity column of the invoice. I wasn't trying to be rude, I was just making sure everything added up. An incorrect shipment could mean a very sick Pokémon didn't get the treatment they needed. That would fall on my shoulders just as much as Layla's. Layla, who was much more adept at her job, replied, "The Sliggo?" I almost threw up. My physical facilities tanked, hard. My stomach dropped into my crotch, and my heart leaped into my throat. My hand, still holding the ballpoint pen, began to shake, which I willed to stop. How the fuck did I not know there was a Sliggo there? The unevolved form of Goodra, one of my holy grail fucks, was in the same building as I was, and I had no idea. "Yeah!" Claire exclaimed, causing me to flinch. It was true, "He was so cute! I'm not surprised how quickly he got adopted." I looked up towards Claire and breathed a slight sigh of relief. The Sliggo was a male, which means it was essentially worthless to me. Still though, I was a little upset. I hadn't even noticed the Sliggo. If it had been a female, it would still be the same situation; she would have escaped. I had leads on most of my list at the time, except for Goodra and Dragonair. I knew from the moment I wrote the words on my list that Dragonair was going to take some non-legal activities to secure, or at least require me to go north to capture a Dratini. As stated previously, Dragonair are extremely rare and equally doted over. Worse, they are often fast-tracked into evolving into Dragonite, as they are even more valuable and esteemed. I had no clue where the hell I was going to get a Goodra. They weren't native to my area, so I couldn't easily go capture one. Like Dragonair (or Dratini, I suppose), I would need to travel several hours to the south, this time, to where they are native. I would do so if I became desperate, but I preferred not to. I was just angry at myself. An extra X chromosome and I would have let my best shot at a Goodra escape my grasp. I lucked out, but I was still angry. "Goodra are really valuable, don't be so surprised, Claire," Layla replied, and I nodded reflexively in agreement, "would you mind leaving us be? We need to finish our inventory before the office opens." Claire hopped off of the counter, not at all phased by the request. "No problems! See you later guys!" she chirped, skedaddling away from us. I took a deep breath and went back to the inventory sheet. I wasn't happy, but this taught me a lesson. If I really wanted to delve into this lifestyle of Poképhilia, I needed to do it right. I couldn't let desirable Pokémon slip through my grasp so easily. I also decided to fast track my visit to a certain farm at the outskirts of town.