October adventure 1
#3 of Pokemon smut
I decided to write Very short lewd stories this month that focus around monsters. It's all going to be Pokémon, for reference Dwight as an Eevee has proportions more like that of one of his Eeveelutions. These stories will be Extremely kinky. A lot of it noncon. In any event I was encouraged to share these by a friend.
Day one I call the sirens.
1st The sirens: Dwight Goes for a wonderful walk in the costal village, stopping by the tavern to have a mug of sweet cider before going for a walk on the path overlooking the western beach. Foolishly he ignores the advice of the barkeep and doesn't stay near the town docks, and at first he's glad. A deep and cerebral song reaches his ears, it's dull throbbing is so... sensual and alluring. His ears and eyes droop as his paws unknowingly walk him down the berm onto the soft sand, walking him across the beach to a glowing cave. He's too entranced to notice the scattered bones slight scent of blood that lingers behind the salty sea foam.
In the cavern are three pools, arranged like a clovers leaf, the two flanking him have backup singers their voices complimenting the main vocalist of the three. He's on the edge of his pool at the back, not just leaning on it with forepaws like his brothers he's actually sitting on it, tail hanging in the water, curving up in an attractive matter, lightly splashing, his hinds are crossed, one fore down on the rim, as the other presses against his chest below a pedal necklace with a wave pendant. His nose is up as he sings, the Boy several centuries his younger watching his lithe~ twinkish form from his spot of shuffling paws, trying to dance as finally the idle opens his eyes. Black sclera and the deepest, dark blue pupils. Dwight barely noticed as his legs are uncrossed revealing the prehensile cock. All he has eyes for is Seafoam's beckoning paw, he steps forward salted flesh assaulting his nostril screaming something's wrong as wet plaps sound behind him, the younger sirens close in from behind as their eldest's cock lined up with the boys mouth, the ballad coming to an end just in time for them to use a paw to shove the song drunk boys head down on Seafoam's cocks. A face fucking is just the first humiliation though, and he's mocked as his own sheath grows turgid and needy as slippery, bubbling cum fills his maw and throat.
He barely has time to fight as he's spun around, the submissive duo of Pearl and Wave pin the boy, for Seafoam who mounts the boys, a forepaw shooting between his legs, deep sensual voice mocking and teasing as he draws out the boys erection. All the while Pearl and Wave pull his head back and forth, the incestious sirens not caring that they're drinking down their own brothers cum, more concerningly as they make out with their victim, they debate. Wave wants to eat Dwight, rip him apart and use his pelt for a nice blanket. Pearl wants to let him go, leave him marked and humiliated~ Seafoam's too busy fucking him to care. Luckily Pearl is more persuasive, Dwight's death would be too awkward, the town would get mad, a sailor they could tolerate but if they ate him the townsfolk would fear them too much to trade, so as their brother pumps the Boy full of bubbling slick water-type seed they force his head down, a kiss between the younger twins burying the argument and heated words within. As the adjust, holding the boy dressing, jaw wrenched open so seafoam can clean his cock in Dwight's throat.
That done the twins snicker and giggle. Their prey is thrown on his back, Pearl and Wave mounting his face and ass, taking him from both sides at once, their mercifully smaller cocks not too uncomfortable for the scraped up boy to take while Seafoam lodges his head into Dwight's crotch, sucking from it a second shameful blast of seed while his younger brothers trade, taking turns on the boys throat and ass. They go a few rounds too! Leaving the boys fur coated and scented with siren seed, a score of wicked claws and pearly teeth leaving his coat and skin marred and stinging as he stumbled out of the cave into the moonlight, pained and humiliated, the formerly straight Vee having creamed himself at least... three? F-four? Maybe even five times under the sirens attentions. He's just happy the song doesn't drag him back in as he limps along the shore.