Nile's Big Day
Funny thing about transformation processes. The transformed folk aren't always happy with the results. Though, that is understandable when some get to be a fluffy dragon that can breath fire, and others end up as a blob of purple goo that everyone knows is almost worthless at combat.
Nine months ago aliens came to Earth. Not to conquer it, but to abduct pokemon for their newest theme park planet. It came as a shock for them to learn that Earth didn't have any pokemon. So, with much annoyance and grumbling, an R&D budget big enough to buy several smaller moons, and almost starting a gray goo apocalypse, they managed to create the next best thing... Of course, not all the brand new pokemon thought that the change from human was an improvement, but you can't please everybody.
Nile's Big Day
The outside voices had been drifting into Nile's ball all day, but a word suddenly caught his attention. "...breed him. How much were you thinking? Ten thousand-"
An unidentified voice cut in, across his trainer's voice. "You've got to be kidding me. We're not talking about a dragonite here! This is a buizel, and he doesn't even have a ribbon to his name, as I clearly saw earlier. You must have meant two-thousand, because I'm looking to borrow him, probably for no more than an hour, not buy him outright. The only one I can think of who's stupid enough to pay that price is that girl from last week who bought that 'wild' charmander without bothering to fireproof the house first and almost burned down the town.
Lara looked back, showing a face of outraged indignation, or at least the face she thought gave that effect, though in fact it made her look more like a baby pidgey, begging for a worm. "What are you talking about? He won first place in a smartness contest just two weeks ago. Besides, he's the best looking water pokemon I've ever seen. His services are worth at least eight thousand poke, though for you I'd be willing to settle for seven-thousand."
"Seven thousand? I think you must have misheard. I want to breed him to one of my females. Not all of them. That might be a more sane price, if I had five or six females instead. Something more like five-thousand poke is in order. He may be good looking, but that's why I'm willing to consider giving you anything at all. If I wanted a free breeding for my jolteon, I could just stake her out on the street corner.
Nile perked up, having been dozing on the floor and ran into the observation room in his pokeball, looking up through the domed ceiling at his trainer's chest and the other trainer walking beside her, his face frozen in shock. He couldn't believe it. In the past few months he'd gotten used to his new body, used to being treated like an animal, and even fighting for Lara, but for her to breed him? Cross him with a jolteon? He didn't like the sound of that at all, though his head swelled with pride at the implied compliment.
"How about six-thousand?" she asked. "Also, where do you want to do it? I hear there's a pretty reputable daycare in the north part of town. They shouldn't have any trouble, and I hear it's usually best to get this sort of thing done by professionals." She started heading that way, looking behind herself, checking to see if he was still following before continuing.
Nile strained his ears, trying to pick up every last scrap of the conversation, trying to decide what they'd do if he refused
"Hmm. How about fifty-five-hundred? That's more than reasonable... or are you planning to be the one paying the breeding fee they charge?" Daren questioned, a note of challenge in his voice.
"Fifty-five hundred? Well, at least I can't complain that I'm going cheap. Daycare? Hmm... I wonder how tight the security is... He said there was a breeding fee, and that implies this is a regular service they have practice doing, and that's bad news for me. Come on Nile, think. How can you get out of this?"
The buizel looked out of the observation room, trying to gauge his position. He didn't know where the day care was, but what he could see suggested to him that they were already on the outskirts of the town. The buildings weren't exactly thick here, which suggested he probably didn't have much more time until they arrived.
He wracked his brains wondering what kind of things they could do to force him to breed. Lara might not be the perfect trainer, but after comparing her to the others, he felt very lucky to have been picked by her. Unlike many others, she had never forced him into the higher, more dangerous levels of battles where serious damage was far too common. He just hoped that she'd be lenient here too.
Lara rolled her eyes at that "offer". "Oh no, Daren. The one who requests it pays it, and I happen to know they charge 600 poke, even for smaller pokemon." She paused, thinking for a moment. "I guess you could convince me to go with fifty-five-hundred if you treat me to lunch while they're at it. I bet my orange cutie will be thrilled when I tell him he can finally have that new bed he's been asking for."
Daren considered her offer for a moment, then finally gave a firm nod of his head. "Done." He said, giving a nod, then reached into his pocket. "Here's my card," he said, handing it to her. "May this be fun and profitable for both of us."
* * *
By the time they had reached the day care, Nile had worked himself almost to the point of panic. The poor guy was pacing around the inside of his ball, looking for anything that might get him out of this mess. The worst of the 'mess' in his view was, surprisingly, not so much that his body had been rented out to the first person to ask. It wasn't that it would involve sex with a complete stranger, and it wasn't even that others might be watching. The real problem was that the recipient of his 'services' would be of entirely the wrong sex, regardless of species or any other potential surprises.
Unfortunately he found the same answer as thousands of pokemon before him, which was that escaping from a pocket dimension was, even in the best of cases, very difficult. Without the aid of state-of-the-art equipment --and an entire team of researchers to operate said equipment-- it was damn near impossible. And, while technically both of those might have been made to fit inside, Lara had curiously neglected to include either of them, inconsiderate trainer that she was.
The doors to the daycare slid open with a soft hiss to reveal a brightly lit room, the back wall of which was dominated by a officious looking man wearing a dark blue shirt who held out his hand in greeting. "Hello, my name is Jeff. May I help you?" he asked in a cheerful voice.
"Yes you can," Nile's trainer said, giving a warm smile. "I'm here to breed my buizel, registered as Lara's Fluffy with his jolteon," she said, pointing at Daren.
Daren's voice took on the slightly bored voice of someone repeating a litany. "I have my jolteon registered as Daren's Jazmin. I have made sure to keep her separated from males during this heat, and the stud fee has been agreed at fifty-five-hundred." He turned to Lara, a quizzical look on his face. "How experienced is your buizel with this?"
"Hmm..." Her face twisted and her eyes closed as she thought the question over, and her face changed into one of mild concern. "This my Fluffy's first time. He's pretty sexually repressed, and I'm pretty sure he's still a virgin, so he's probably going to need some careful handling."
At the last bit Daren's face changed, turning into a slight frown. "Hmm... I'd better head in back and get Jaz strapped in. She can be a bit.. umm... dominant, so I want to make sure she's secure before leaving here. Will you take care of the paper-work for me?"
"Dominant?" Nile moaned. "Not good. Not good at all." He took a couple of deep breaths, clearing his mind and thinking about the ways he could get out of this. "I could always just try to tell her... If I just refuse that might be enough." He took another quick glance around his pokeball, looking for any misplaced stargates, wormholes, or dimensional physicists.
Lara's face clouded a bit more. "Strapped in? I'd really rather not have my cutie take her unless she's willing. He's my little snuggy wuggy , but he's rather innocent, if you know what I mean. He hasn't tried to hit-on females, or even hump my leg in hopes of getting attention," she explained, emphasizing the last word. "I'd rather not risk stunting his sexual growth with an unwilling female."
Daren gave a bark of laughter. "Unwilling-" He shook, trying to control his laughter. "The problem is that she's far too willing. In fact, when the last male wasn't living up to her satisfaction, she raped him. She was still going strong after the fourth time and about to start on round five when I finally recalled her. She'll be fine, but I'm not sure if I want to risk letting her be near any smaller males while she's in heat, unless she's securely locked in a breeding frame."
Nile whimpered, drawing in on himself. "She's raped a male before?! Oh, this just gets better and better. What kind of psycho-bitch jolteon does this trainer have? As if being forced to hump a female wasn't bad enough, I might get sperm-jacked by the female equivalent of the Scarborough rapist! Think, Nile, think. There's got to be a way out!"
Lara pursed her lips, considering the problem for a moment. "I guess if she's willing there won't be any problems," she said, thinking out loud. "Yes. That should work." She turned back to the counter. "As I was saying, he's been a bit repressed. I'd been planning to broaden his horizons for a while, and I want to make sure he enjoys his first time. You'll make sure to gentle with my orange creamy, won't you?" she asked as she handed over the pokeball. Nile's perspective changed as the man at the desk took his pokeball, massive fingers seeming to close around the observation room.
"Don't worry," Jeff said, smiling as he placed the ball in his pocket, which had the effect of blocking most of Nile's view. "We have lots of practice. If he really is a virgin it might take longer, but we'll get him sorted out."
Nile shuddered. As much as he did like his trainer, he absolutely despised that name. 'Fluffy' was so... so... undignified... ugh. Worst of all, after only a short while of being called by that name, he even caught himself using that name once or twice. It was slightly better than the other things she called him of course, but- No! He just had to hope that with enough focus, he'd never truly adopt the name. "I wish I knew how they handled this situation... there just has to be some way out of this!"
There was a bit more discussion as Lara paid, none of which was interesting to anyone but a breeder, and then more time spent staring at the sides of Jeff's pocket and the dull ceiling. Occasionally the view was interrupted with a doorway, and finally the giant hand closed around the the pokeball again. When Nile's line of sight was clear again he greeted with a view of a large fenced yard with lots of smaller kennels, each of which had a roof.
Inside the one he and his handler occupied was a very grumpy jolteon who was strapped over a frame, designed to prevent movement while still leaving her body fully accessible. Each of her legs was strapped to a corner, almost completely immobilizing her, and, due to her lack of tail, leaving her sex exposed for everyone to see. It was swollen bright red, the petals spread by her heat. She was panting, and occasionally squirming in discomfort, frustrated by the lack of stimulation. In addition, a solid metal collar was attached to her neck with a thick grounded cable, explaining why she wasn't already throwing off sparks of frustration.
Jeff threw Nile's pokeball, showing off both his practiced aim and bad sense of humor when orange pokemon appeared with his nose less than two inches away from Jazmin's sex, the arousing smell of her heat filling his nostrils with his first breath.
Nile froze for a moment, confused at the strange view before embarrassed recognition lit his face. His eyes widened as he realized how close he was to the jolteon's snatch, and he started backpedaling almost immediately, tripping on his tails in his haste and landing on his rump.
He tried to apologize, but the lust inducing haze from her scent and his own flustered feelings worked against him, turning his words into an almost unintelligible jumble of pokespeak. "OhgoodnessI'msosorryaboutthatmiss. Ijustummfellandohdear." He took deep breaths whilst leaning backwards, trying to get as far away from the bound jolteon as possible, not quite able to take his eyes off of her.
At the first hint of a male in the pen, Jazmin's hopes for relief had skyrocketed, only to be summarily dashed as the stuttering halfwit waded through some sort of apology. Great. Another one of those. As if she cared about niceties at a time like this! Her ears went back and a hint of a growl leaked into her voice. "Look, I don't care who you are, but don't dick around. You think we're here to play nice? Just get over here and fuck me you idiot! Stop acting like some eunuch and do it! It feels like someone's lit a fire back there and it's burning me up!"
Jeff waited, giving both of them time and hoping they'd manage it by themselves. Most of the time, when presented with a bound female who was eager, it only took a few seconds for the male to get to it, but this looked it was probably going to take a while. It was easy to see the jolteon was coming on far too strong. He'd seen wide-eyed males like this before, and being that aggressive almost never worked very well. Well, he amended, it was almost never the right approach for the female if she was bound up that tight. If she had been free, she probably would have managed to resolve everything by now, considering the type advantage. He sighed. Why did so many trainers always insist on making things harder instead of letting nature just take care of these things? On the other hand, that would mostly remove the need for him, so maybe it was just as well they didn't.
Jazmin switched tactics and gave her rump a squeeze, causing her swollen vulva to contract, seeming to wink at Nile. The action also served to tease herself more, fanning the flames inside of her and aggravating that horrible burning itch. "Look, we both want it," she tried, almost pleading. "They haven't let me get off for almost a week, and since I've been in heat, he's made sure to keep me segregated!" she growled, spitting the last word as if it was some vile curse. "Please, just get on with it, and don't worry about me being tied up. It's not like you'll be forcing yourself on me, believe me!"
Nile's nose wrinkled as her scent was accentuated by her movement, and he tried his best not to look disgusted. He wasn't sure whether to take the strong or the meek approach to this. "Uhh... I'm sure you're a very nice fem, really. You're just... not my type." He winced as her rump swayed, and he gulped back a complaint. Much as he tried, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her sex, first with it being shoved his his face, and now the scent was certainly working away at his mind. He could feel his body getting ready, even against his mind's foremost wishes. "If you could just umm... control yourself for a while, I'm sure we'd both find much more... uhh, appropriate mates."
"Oh great," she griped, rolling her eyes. "Of all the males to have, I've got to get stuck with a shy virgin. Even that rapist of a houndour with two braincells would have been better, even if it did take me days to get the taste of his grimy paws out of my mouth. Yuck! Listen. It's not very hard, and I can see you've already got a hard-on. Just jump up on my back, and shove your dick in me," she ordered, her ears starting to go back a bit further as she bared her teeth at him. "Trust me, even an idiot like you can manage it."
"Uhh... n-no, it's not... not that, I'm just... and don't take this the wrong way... I'm really... not inclined that way." He winced once more, noticing, as if he could ignore it any longer, the rather prominent erection pressing into his stomach, and he did his best to hide it from the human attendant. Nile edged backwards, trying to back away from her, but his path was blocked by the aforementioned attendant's booted foot. "Look, can't we cut a deal or something? I don't want you and-"
Bang!
Nile jumped as power flashed, sparks chasing each-other down the cable into the ground, as Jazmin started to lose hold of any remaining patience she might have had. Electricity crackled, as all the charge was sucked down the path of least resistance, rendering the attack impotent. She swore vilely, explaining all the anatomically impossible things his mother must have done with his many different fathers, and going into great detail about just how many times he must have been dropped on his head. "Listen, you worthless pencil-dicked excuse for a male! You are going to come over here right fucking now and hump me before I really lose my temper! Do you understand? You will do it now!"
Behind Nile, Jeff looked on, with a concerned expression, starting to wonder if Lara might have made a mistake. "Are you incapable?" he asked Nile in a curious voice. "There was that one owner in here last week... He was rather upset when we told him that although his neutered luxray seemed very thrilled to perform, there weren't likely to be many eggs as the result."
Jazmin interjected her agreement on the subject, before moving into a long and very... complete explanation of Nile's supposed habits, before finished off with a painfully graphic description of what she would do to him if he kept ignoring her. Unfortunately for her, the only effect was to cause the target of her desire -or at least her verbal abuse- to try to retreat even farther from her.
"Well," Jeff mused, "there's one way to tell if you are..." Before Nile realized what was happening, Jeff had stooped down, lifting Nile's twin tails and one of his hind legs, exposing his quite intact balls and his very erect shaft, which looked far more eager than he did at the moment. "There goes that theory," Jeff muttered, not sure whether to be grateful or start running through his own rather large repertoire of curse words.
Nile jumped forward, away from Jeff's unexpected touch, only to remember what was in front of him when his nose hit the jolteon's wet snatch, smearing his nose with her juices. She humped backwards at the touch, rubbing it into his fur, and he recoiled once more from the hot skin. He could feel the heat of the area. She truly was desperate for a fuck. He almost took pity on her, but but the thought of how she'd raped a male steeled his resolve. "Look, I'm sorry, but there is no way in this lifetime that I'm going to put my maleness into your bitch-wrinkle, so if you have any idea for how to get this creep to leave me alone, I'm sure your trainer will find you a pokemon who actually likes females!" He had almost given up on the rational approach. The sound she had made when she had pressed herself back onto his snout made it clear that she wasn't exactly looking for an argument.
The attendant eyed the electrical charge occasionally flowing down her collar's cable. "I'll send you through the Sex101 TM first, and see what happens. If nothing else the pictures are amusing," he said, the thought managing to bring half a smile to his face.
Nile was taken slightly aback, worrying for a moment before dismissing the notion. "Sex101? In a TM?" He snickered slightly at the very idea. "You're kidding right?"
It was an insidious thought though, and the more he considered it, the more it wormed its way past his objections. The way these TMs worked was practically possession, and if they really did have something of that kind, he might not be able to... He shook his head, putting aside the notion. "Heh, yeah right... you can't scare me with that. There's no way you could actually force something like that," he blustered, his tone starting to change into a question as once again worry started to take hold. "They don't have TMs like that, right?"
There was a flash of red-light and Nile was transported back into the observation room in his pokeball. Jeff fished a pokedex out of his pocket and plugged it into Nile' ball with a short cable. He started mumbling, navigating through the menus, looking for the program. "Let's see... Quadruped... Basic sex... Intro to sex for..."
There was a soft beep and the air around Nile started to glow red again. "Oh shit. You can't be serious! Please tell me that-" Suddenly he was in the training room, but instead of the normal equipment there was a large shape, about his size, made of black rubber with a very prominent hole in the back. Higher up, sprouting out of the top of the shape was something that, if you were feeling generous, might qualify as a tail.
"This is TM 862, Intro to Sex for Male Quadrupeds."
As was usual, when he appeared in this room, his body had frozen, leaving him unable to move as the TM took over.
"Sex occurs most commonly when the female is in heat, which can usually be recognized by the swelling the the vaginal lips and by the smell of her heat."
To illustrate these points, the faux tail moved to the side, and the smell of a buizel in heat started flooding the room.
"Oh dear Mew you cannot be serious." He felt the TM move his body, his erection still prominent, twitching mockingly in the face of his mental protest. "Those bastards are freaking sick! Nngh... that scent." He shook his head in a vain attempt to clear it.
"I'm going to make Lara pay for this... somehow." He continued to struggle, trying to resist the TM's control, but failed miserably, barely even able to twitch his tails. "At least it's not that psychotic jolteon..."
His body continued to walk forward, causing his shaft bob in the air with each step.
"The female will usually show acceptance at this point by splaying her legs."
The mockup obliged, "legs" moving outward, body bracing in anticipation of the additional weight.
"At this point you jump on her back."
His body followed the verbal instruction, completely ignoring any input from Nile, the tip of his penis touching the lubricated hole. Just that feel was enough to elicit a small grunt as a jolt of sexual excitement coursed through his body.
"Mmph... I guess... this... this isn't quite so bad.. but... it's just so..."
His hips jerked forward without warning, positioning him better behind the doll, and pressing him deeper into the constricting hole in the process.
"Oooh! Oh Mew... this is embarrassing... Why would she do this to me?!"
Against his will, his body started to hump, slowly and teasingly, giving him enough friction to be pleasurable, but slow enough he wasn't going to finish for a long time.
"It is usually best to start slow, allowing the female to get accustomed to you before speeding up, especially if she is not in heat at the time."
It waited ten seconds, continuing to tease him.
"Eventually you will need to speed up, which will increase the pleasure for both of you."
Nile's hips suddenly started moving faster in response to the non-verbal command, and he tried to jerk back in surprise, but was bound in place, as if in an iron grip. A hiss of pleasure passed his clenched teeth, and a flush of embarrassment covered his face, managing to show up even through his bright orange fur, as his hips continued to jerk awkwardly into the bad excuse for a buizel doll. Knowing that he wasn't likely to last long, his mind turned to thoughts of anything that would keep him from orgasm as a last act of defiance.
His mind went through all the unattractive pokemon he could think of, then to every ugly human he could remember, and finally to the over-sexed jolteon raping him savagely. Nothing worked, and he couldn't help but let small yips and moans of excitement escape him, as he was quickly dragged towards release.
His forepaws, now completely free of the TM's control, gripped the sides of the doll hard, clawing into the material, and holding himself on top of her. His hindpaws curled and relaxed in response to the shockwaves of pleasure which now drowned his rational thought, and he didn't even notice that the TM had started to release some of the control of his pelvis, allowing him to bring himself to orgasm on his own, and only remaining to keep him in position and on target.
With a final feral growl and a moan, he leaned down and instinctively bit at the dolls neck as, with a burst of pleasure, he came, feeling his sticky ejaculate leave him in thick ropes, some of the aftermath running back down and coating his cock and balls with his own essence.
Already feeling slightly ashamed as his senses came back to the fore somewhat, he slumped back, releasing the faux Buizel as the TM once again to control of most of his faculties, and he was forced to watch the hole in the back of the doll as it continued to drip the remnants of his climax onto the floor of the training room.
As he slipped back onto the ground, he didn't even notice that he was covered with more cum than normal, even more forming out of the air, preparing him for the next lesson.
By the time he looked down, his shaft, the surrounding fur, and even the inside of his sheath was drenched, leaving him a sticky mess too. It was drying, and he'd just started to wonder what he should do with it, when he was interrupted by the answer, in the form of the same hated voice.
"What you just experienced was afterglow, usually a state of bliss and relaxation. After you have finished it's important to clean yourself properly to make sure your coat does not become matted, and the inside of your sheath does not stick to your penis, which can be painful."
His body rolled onto its back, ensuring he looked closely at the mess his belly-fur had become.
He tried to tilt his head, but was restricted to only a slight movement. "Clean up? There's no water in here, I don't see how..." He paused a moment, confused, before his eyes started to widen. "Wait, you don't seriously mean...?"
"It is usually best to start with the outer fur, then move inward saving the penis and sheath for last. This is because, immediately after sex, the penis is overly sensitive and almost any touch can be unpleasant."
His head moved down, methodically cleaning his fur of the mixed juices, his own salty cum mixing with "her" erotic taste. Every few licks his body swallowed, slowly working its way towards his sheath.
Surprising even himself, Nile found this exercise tolerable and perhaps even a little enjoyable. As his tongue worked its way around the outer rim of his sheath, he could feel sexual excitement start to get his adrenaline pumping once more. It was not quite enough to make him hard again, but this new activity was certainly... interesting? Thrilling? Hot?
As his tongue finished cleaning around his sheath, he felt the TM release its control over his head to let him continue on his own. He contemplated refusing, but he knew that if this was at all similar to the other TMs he'd been through, it would just switch to an insultingly slow voice, and force him to continue. Besides which, he had to admit that he was looking forward to licking his own shaft clean.
As he finished with his orbs and the outside of his sheath, he delved into the depths, pressing his muzzle against the protective vent, and used his tongue to lap up any liquids he could find concealed within. Still swallowing every so often and lifting his head away from his sheath to breathe, he did what he considered a good job of cleaning the deepest reaches of his sheath before pulling back with a slurp and an audible gulp. He tried to lick his muzzle clean, suddenly very aware of how messily he'd been eating, before focusing back on his rod, which was softening, despite his growing excitement.
It was beginning to retreat back into his sheath too, and as much as he enjoyed the exercise, he didn't feel like licking that clean all over again. He leaned forward, lapping at the meat a couple of times before engulfing as much as he could in his muzzle, attempting to suckle it clean, while worrying, in the back of his mind, what other tricks the TM might have in store for him, as well as what would happen to him once he completed his training.
Before long his member was hardening once more, the slight oversensitivity he had felt when first starting to suckle on his member fading fast and giving way to renewed, if slightly reduced pleasure. He tried to focus on areas which his tongue could stimulate easily, but that behavior was quickly corrected, when the TM decided it wasn't effective enough, and he was forced into a more methodical approach, cleaning his entire rod without lingering.
After he was done it he licked his lips once more, then turned his head was turned towards the doll again.
"When not in a simulation, licking her clean first would be recommended, as it is polite, and increases the chances she will allow you to breed her again in the future."
"Module complete.
Starting repetition 2 of 2. There will only be two cycles instead of the usual 25 due to lack of male endurance."
"What?! You can't-" He tried to struggle but there was a flash of red light the room was suddenly reset.
"Sex occurs most commonly when the female is in heat, which can usually be recognized by..."
* * *
Nile leaned forward to lap at the used hole of the doll, getting more of his male flavor as well as the exotic taste of the female nectar, but leaving all the fur on his face a sticky mess. When he had finished he gave a sigh, slumping back in exhaustion before his body was once again taken captive, sending him through the rigmarole of cleaning himself of their mixed juices once more.
Outside the currently steamy world of the TM, Jeff had been joined by Steve, the facility's 'security manager in chief', which was a fancy way of saying 'guy in charge of sitting around and not doing much.'
They watched the status screen of Jeff's pokedex, waiting impatiently for the status to change, but finally Steve finally couldn't take it anymore and gave a sigh of boredom. "The little orange bugger's been at it for awhile, eh? What do you think is taking him so long? Do buizels have a knot?"
"Na, but you know virgins can be rather slow in recovering," Jeff responded.
"Well, you would know wouldn't you? In fact- Ah, he's done, finally!"
With a flash of red light the little orange bugger in question reappeared on the floor of the kennel, to be quickly greeted by clapping from Jeff. "Wow, you are a producer aren't you? I've never before seen a pokemon manage to cover that much of their own face in that TM. You look like you blew a rapidash."
Steve snickered at the comment, and Nile blushed red through his rust-colored fur as he realized just how wet and matted his facial fur was. On the other hand, he wondered if the men honestly thought that he would mount her now of all times. He simply lay back, a little tired, but ultimately satisfied. Even the jolteon's heady scent wafting throughout the room was only barely coaxing his erection back to half-mast. He tried to look nonchalant, but he watched Jeff suspiciously out of the corner of his eye, waiting for a reaction.
"He's not going for it. Whaddaya say we just let her free? That'd solve the issue right?" Steve offered.
"Did you hear his trainer talking about that pampered orange furball? She called him her snuggy wuggy, for fuck's sake. He's totally terrified of that little capacitor over there, and I can't quite blame him now. With the way she's acting, he might as well be sticking his dick into a wall-outlet if the ground fails. Hmm... I suppose we could try artificial insemination," Jeff suggested with a sigh, not liking the idea, but not quite willing to break the 'be gentle' rule that had been agreed on. After all, repeat business was a major plus, and one unsatisfied customer could drive off a lot of future customers.
Jazmin tried to force her face to stay calm, though her body quivered in anger as she stared at Nile. She spoke softly, so as to let the humans think she'd mostly settled down, but her voice held a very dangerous edge. "If you don't get up here and fuck me right now, when they let me loose, I'll take you so hard that you won't be walking normally for a week, and it'll be months before you can look at an electric female without screaming."
Suddenly not so relaxed, Nile backed away from the jolteon, pressing himself against the furthest wall. He wasn't quite sure what this artificial insemination would entail, but whatever that was, it would get him away from here. He tried his best to show his fear of the female, which didn't require much, if any, acting. It might be embarrassing, but if it got him out of this mess... "Hey, honey, if you were gay, you'd be pretty freakin' mortified too, don't blame this on me!" Nile told the jolteon, trying to mollify her.
Almost as though he understood the words, though in truth Nile's body language would have been easily read by a blindfolded golbat, Jeff came to a decision. "Well, we might as well try it. It's not like we seem to be getting much with just her like this."
Jazmin went ballistic. Electricity coursed down the cable, frying the air around it, as her whole body crackled with power. The sharp tang of ozone filled the air, and she gave a prolonged screech of rage and anguish.
"No! You don't know what it's like!" she screamed at Nile. "It feels like my insides are burning, and you're not going to help me even once this heat? If you don't get over here right now and fuck me, I'm going to make you wish you had never been born! Do you hear me!?"
Both of the humans jumped back from her, then yanked the cowering buizel away from the jolteon and into the building, slamming the door behind them.
Jeff glared at Nile. "Well, you sure have a way with the ladies. I'm going to have to get rubber gloves for the next part, assuming this does work."
Nile looked away, embarrassed by how badly it had gone, the sounds of her anguished cries awakening a small stir or pity, before he managed to squash it. Following Jeff through a door he saw a room that reminded him of a vet's office he had seen, back when he had lived on Earth, and more recently, a horridly embarrassing visit as the pet.
His mind was mostly elsewhere though, wondering how exactly this artificial harvesting process worked. He assumed it would be much the same way it happened with animals back when he was human, but he had never actually seen that happening back on Earth, which left him rather nervous. It was easy to assume nothing could be worse than her while in the same cage, but another entirely to actually be about to find out what new demeaning thing they had in store.
"This is very simple," he said, giving Nile a glare, showing his disgust for an easy job gone so wrong, especially one that paid so little. "You just stand on all fours and let me take care of everything. If you cooperate, this will be over quickly, and if you don't, I'll just take you back outside and let her in here to take over," he warned. "She seems very willing to take care of you herself, even if you don't like the idea." This comment was punctuated with another loud bang from outside as the she in question continued to vent her frustration.
Jeff reached into the mini-fridge and pulled out a can that looked a little like a potion, though the lettering on the label didn't look the same, and sat down beside Nile. "This," he held up the can for explanation, "is like a PP-restore. It returns stamina, and reinvigorates the body, allowing you to perform longer, without losing potency." He grabbed Nile's tails, pulling them up, and, before the surprised pokemon had a chance to react, sprayed directly onto his balls.
Nile's eyes bulged out and he hopped into the air with a yelp, then clutched wildly at his balls in shock. "That's freezing you bastard!" he shouted, then started jerking and twitching as it suddenly felt like dozens of fingers were tickling his balls. "Oh shit! Shit, shit shit!" he shouted as he lay squirming on the floor waiting for the sensation to fade.
Steve looked on with a look of amusement. "Is that normal?" he asked, looking at the writhing figure on the floor.
"Well, every male is different, but the smaller ones seem to react a bit more strongly," Jeff replied, having trouble keeping his face straight as he held up the can for the guard to read: Extra strong sperm count enhancer, for pokemon up to 500kg in weight. "After all, buying a one size fits all makes everything simpler."
Back at ground level, Nile was shocked again, when instead of fading, the sensations got worse. It felt like whatever invisible fingers had been teasing him beforehand had somehow migrated inside of his balls too, providing a sensation unlike any he had previously experienced. Eventually though it finally ended, slowly tapering off to a level that was ignorable. A tentative paw hovered over his tingling and strangely heavy feeling orbs, as if to protect them from further offense. He lay there for a moment, wiping the tears of unwanted mirth out of his eyes and looked up, hoping that there wasn't anything worse in store.
Jeff pulled open a drawer and rummaged around before pulling out what looked like a cross between a heavy rubber cone and a condom. This was quickly followed by a bottle of what Nile hoped was lube being squirted inside, before the breeder sat down beside Nile. Still recovering from his laughing fit, Nile didn't even put up a protest as his sheath was pulled back, and the cone was wrapped around his length, squeezing it in a wonderfully tight embrace. The other hand started to finger Nile's sensitized balls, causing a murr of pleasure to escape his lips.
It felt wonderful, but that just made it more embarrassing as Jeff proceeded to give a better handjob than Nile had ever managed to give himself. He almost objected on the grounds that he was perfectly capable of continuing himself, but just the thought of Jazmin was enough to kill that idea. Instead he started to hump into the massaging rubber tube, purring loudly and pawing at the ground, he sped up a bit, finding himself strangely eager.
The texture of the cone was smooth and tight, the warming effect of the hand even bringing it to almost the perfect temperature, and he started to yip in pleasure as he splayed out his legs slightly, allowing Jeff better access.
Jeff continued the his attentions, moving faster as Nile seemed to calm down, and he started fingering the pokemon's balls, increasing and decreasing the pressure on his shaft to vary the sensations. "That's it, boy. You're almost there, and I can assure you that this is a lot better than what she'd do, unless you're one of those males that finds electricity stimulating down here." He gave Nile's shaft another squeeze. "That grounding wire doesn't seem to be enough anymore after the way you riled her up."
Nile gave another long groan of pleasure, and his tongue started to hang out. His thrusts became more powerful and his eyes glazed over as he was brought ever closer to his third climax of the day. He began to pant heavily and whine at the pleasure caused by both the rubber cone, and the fingers on his balls.
"Ngh... ahh... I could... get used... ngh... to this..."
His entire body spasmed and he cried out as he ejaculated yet again, rope after rope of viscous white seed squirted into the tubing. He let his fore-legs collapse, his front half falling to the floor, keeping his rump high and his tail raised as the breeder continued to jerk him through his orgasm, small whimpers and whines of ecstasy still emanating from his lips as he emptied himself once again.
Jeff patted him on the head. "That was a good Stud. You like that name more than Fluffy, don't you?" he asked, already draining the liquid out of the cone. "Now, don't forget to clean yourself up," he said in a joking voice as he grabbed Nile's pokeball and pressed the recall button, causing the buizel to vanish in a flash of red light.
* * *
With Nile's ball left on the counter he hadn't been able to see what had happened outside, but the noise was horrendous, and the ceiling lights had flickered twice before the two exhausted men walked back inside.
Steve dropped down in the chair, mumbling about hazard pay, as he fingered what was left of one of his eyebrows. Jeff seemed to have managed to escape with all his hair intact, though his good humor seemed to have fled, and been replaced with its grumpy twin. Jeff grabbed Nile's ball and started walking towards the front desk, the look on his face projecting unhappyness.
When he reached the desk he spoke to Nile one last time. "You know, after all the trouble you caused us, I think I'm going to leave you with a surprise. Just a little something to make sure your trainer realizes the 'help' we've given you." Jeff punched a few buttons on his pokedex, and the printer started to buzz and shake as it slowly extruded a sheet of paper. After it had finally finished printing, Jeff grabbed it and stuck it under Nile's pokeball.
For the next half-hour Nile alternated between trying to crane his neck to see what it looked like and fretting. By the time Lara arrived, he was just glad the anticipation would finally come to an end.
Lara picked up the photo and gave a squeal of joy. "Oh you look so cute and so happy! You must have loved it." She showed the picture to him, letting him finally see it.
It was one of the pseudo-useless TM certificates, created to make it easier for the trainer to justify the exorbitant amount he, or she, had just spent on that ultra-rare splash TM. It showed him, mounting the dummy, but carefully cropped to remove the dummy from view. His body was slightly blurred from the motion as he slammed forward, his eyes rolled up in pleasure, but the worst was his facial fur, which looked very similar to the time he'd fallen face-first into a bowl of moomoo milk.
"This is so wonderful. Daren just asked me if I would partner with him, so you'll be getting to spend lots of time with your lady friend. Doesn't that just sound wonderful?"
Nile might have escaped his fate, but no scream, no matter how loud, can carry across dimensions and out of a pokeball.
Special thanks: Thanks to Nile for allowing me to use his character. His character worked well for this idea, and he was very patient with me when I kept asking all sorts of question in my OCD drive to portray his character exactly right.
Thanks to Mysterydude, for lots of help, proofing, and even more help when I was stuck.
Thanks to Nintendo, for creating the game that inspired this story.