Absol's Heat Part 1

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#1 of Pokémon: A Pacifist's Survival Guide Side Stories

This is part one of an omake based on my Quest hosted on fiction.live, featuring an Abra who recently escaped his master only to find himself captured by a much more controlling mistress.

Generally I try to keep the omakes as self-contained as possible, but for more context, you can read the quest at https://fiction.live/stories/Pok-mon-A-Pacifist-s-Survival-Guide/dr9XmMxhwDHZ6jNnm/home


You are Abra--and, well, you probably know the story. You ran from your trainer, escaping through your ingenious cunning, and came all the way down to the forest to find Pokémon who shared your drive, purpose, and purity. To build a place Pokémon could call home--That was your hope, at least.

You found a small cave on your journey up the mountain, tiredness from your long journey hitting you like a boulder. Sitting by the edge of the cave, you held the rest of the apple you took from some human's stand: pristine, with a perfect red gloss over it. You munched on it, hungry, tired, ready for a long nap.

It seemed peaceful, the afternoon signing off the day with a wavering yellow-orange light shining from the horizon. Your time in the forest was simple, and would be relaxing if not for the exhaustion from teleporting through the forest.

You hadn't sensed the warning signs. All too obvious in hindsight, as your natural predator came up from the cave and crept towards you.

You'd never have thought to check the cave, as there wasn't any feeling of real danger--your senses were hardly ever wrong, and perhaps you had been distracted by your apple, which was terribly too tasty for your own sake.

It made a sharp, sudden attack. The creature bit--from your hand--a chunk of the apple. You shifted your head sideways, yet felt yourself paralyzed at the same moment. It rushed you again, claws pushing you back, and you only saw a glimpse if their red eyes as you were tossed into the cave.

Your head hit the ground with a thump, and you went dizzy. Your body was limp, your mind raced as your eyes opened again. The Pokémon dragged you further in, your only light was its own eyes, glowing with a sinister foreboding.

Some more minutes passed as you were unable to move. You spotted the Pokémon's features, and determined it was an Absol. Her face hard on you, and you weren't sure of her intentions. Perhaps it was waiting for friends, or her own pups to devour you alive--though you'd think they'd wake up at your explosive entrance.

No, it didn't have pups, or friends. It was you and her.

Your body was acting strange, first you thought it was only the paralysis--it hit your nose first, but became more intoxicating, and she seemed to wait...It wasn't just the smell, but the taste in your mouth, and a feeling of heat that rose, not just in your face, but your groin.

All over your body, you felt the sudden rut of a male around a bitch in heat.

It seemed at that moment you could move, if only slightly. Your neck craned to meet her face. She had apparently waited for your attention, because as soon as you looked, she pushed you again, this time on your groin, as it grew to her apparent heat. "Let me go, please. I'm--I'm not who you're looking for," you licked your lips, your animalistic arousal failing your words.

The dark type Pokémon grinned. She had the signature scythe-like horn that cocked from the side of her head to the top. She had white fur and a puffy mane that brushed against your chest. Her maw bore large teeth that could chop you in half, and you prayed for your cock's safety, along with any other part of your body, but you hoped she would be merciful.

"You dear, innocent boy," she feigned pity, "all caught up in your daydreaming, you should have been more careful. You're exactly what I'm looking for. A toy, a plaything, and this--" she pressed on your cock harder, squeezing the shaft between the edges of her claws, letting it slide in-between her white-furred paws, "is going to be all you are to me, however long I keep you for. And I'm not particularly nice when I get bored by my toys."

She leaned her head down, licking your shaft, putting it in-between her mouth, licking it, then pushing it down her throat deeply, until her teeth struck your base, and you shuddered in an odd sense of pleasure. She looked up to see your reaction, and then her head tilted. "It's sufficient, I suppose. I'm not going to be picky, when the first boy that comes here is such a meek and cute specimen. I'd rather not get bloody, if that can be helped."

She moved her mouth again to your knot, pressing it up and down, the roof of her maw rubbing against it. She swayed her mouth and tongue in unison, squeezing it by the tip. Each movement felt like it was going to break you, and your cock swelled with pressure, your knot exploding in her mouth.

She didn't make any movements as it expanded around the inside of her mouth, which gave slightly as you grew more bulbous by a good inch. She left it there as your seed seeped through her mouth, spilling out back onto your groin.

It took a minute or two for your shaft to shrink down, and she simply let it flop out onto your chest with a wet plop, "Pathetically quick, but it had a fruity aftertaste I've found satisfying. Eat more fruit from now on, and I might at least have a snack every morning," she mused at your disgusted face, "Get ready for round two in five minutes," she demanded, as if you have any control over your own bodily functions.

You simply stayed there for most of your allotted rest. For the first three minutes, your breath steadily stabilized. You huffed as you sat up, and she didn't even look back to check on you. She didn't need to, when it was a simple matter of catching you if you escaped; you were a weak, pathetic creature to her.

"Ready?" she said, not a question, but a warning. She walked up to you, and even with only a few minutes of rest, your shaft sprang back up, the act of betrayal only this time felt a relief, and you waited with bated breath to see what she'd do next.

She stepped her left clawed paw over your shoulder, and then the other, to tower above you. She was a giant of white fur, her chest smelling of nature and heat. It only became stronger as you looked down and caught a glimpse of her dark canine pussy. From her underbelly, you could see rows of small nipples barely visible under her fur as she loomed over you.

She lowered her hind legs, your cock caressing the surface of her stomach, the mix of her own saliva and precum causing it to slip away.

"Use your hands," she simply said, and you moved your hands, holding your cock up, preparing it as she lowered, slower this time, as your cock gets squeezed by her entrance. You feel it touching your hand, and taking it off felt more difficult as you caressed its edge. The dizzying heat must have made you suicidal, but she seemed pleased by the feeling of your grazing hands as she rocked herself up and down your length.

You rubbed her spade around, her slow milking of your cock as your clawed fingers prodded around the pinkish entrance, stimulating the folds around your cock. She stiffened, paw grabbing your arm as her tongue lolled above you, spittle hitting your cheek as she pants. She came.

You stopped, and she moved her front paw to allow you to continue. As long as you kept pleasing her, she left you alone. She might even let you leave, you thought.

You had one arm around her flank, rubbing it as your other hand kept stimulating her. Absol's pace increased slowly, your cock still recovering from your last orgasm, yet the pace only left you wanting more. Your rut began to own your movements, and your body thrusted, albeit shakily, too weak to overpower any of her own movements, but she was pleased by your eagerness.

Her mouth moved to yours, and she opened her muzzle wide, tongue sticking out and into your maw, and you returned the favor by opening it, your mouth and tongue overpowered by her thick, hot tongue that pierced your throat. You nearly choked before she pulled her mouth out, a trail of saliva left down your cheek.

You begun to feel the rising heat of your impending ejaculation, and she caught on quickly, going slower, the pain of the edging almost making you try to take control, even though no circumstance would see you winning over her. You bore the effort of hers to tease you as your arms moved with her flank, and she moved again, finding a rhythm she seemed satisfied with to finish you off with.

Thrusts became harder, going down, as deep as they could, and the slow ebbs and flows became deep and long, nearing the tip of your tapered penis, and back down to the base of your knot.

Your cock hurt with want of her needy pussy. Her rear pushed forward, and for a good second she stopped, before she broke loose with a rapid pace, her pussy tightened, threatening to tear your cock with its suctioning pulls.

She pushed down hard onto your knot when you felt your first burst of seed spilling into her, and the subsequent expanding of your knot that tightened around her perfectly fit spade.

Absol panted, "Fuh, I came," she admitted, "That got me off so hard, I can't believe it. You've become my new favorite toy. I'll be sure to get you trained~"

The inevitable thought was "would she ever let me go?" That thought was quickly dashed as you realized, she wouldn't just let her favorite "toy" go, not easily.

She leaned over your chest, and you were stuck under her as the palpitation of your knot ceased. She laid on top of you, as the cum flowed from her pussy, drizzling down your leg and aftersex stuck between your torso and her fur. She fell asleep.

You'll never see the daylight again, and upon your sexual awakening from the heat-induced beast, you weren't sure you could care.