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The Snivy slithered over to her sleeping trainer, the nearly-nude boy having thrown off his blankets in a fit of resting restlessness, leaving a pair of tented boxer out in the open. It was spring, and the pollen in the air told the grass-type it was time to mate--but with whom? There were no other Pokémon around who could satisfy her needs, the only male was that trainer of hers whom she was sneaking up on. And there was no doubt that he'd agree to such a thing, even if her cloacal folds throbbed with needy heat.

A pair of vines emerged from her back, slowly approaching the sleeping boy, gently lying on his legs and entwining them with carefulness to not wake him. Constrict. Constrict. Her natural snake-instincts told her this was what she was to do, but why did it feel so strange? Constrict. Constrict. Those gradually tightening vines pulsed past the boy's knees, reaching up through the leg-openings of his boxers, popping out their top. They lifted, tugging downwards, stripping his crotch of covering.

Her lower body ached once more, and the Snivy slipped a small hand down between her legs, giving it a little rub to ease the tension in it. "Sni..." she moaned, lips open just enough to let out that small exhale. Her trainer's solid length penetrated the air, standing almost straight up. It curved toward its owner, and the Snivy continued her sneaky steps closer and closer, walking between those legs on the trainer's futon. She needed to mate. She'd die if she didn't, her body told her. Another pair of vines emerged from her back, curling around the trainer's wrists, constricting their way up his elbows and shoulders, pinning him in this exposed and spread position. He did not wake.

Those vines reached his shoulders, wrapping even slower and gentler around his neck and head, one pushing against his relaxed lips, settling between them, ready to hold the male's head down, should he awake and struggle--a most likely occurrence. A few drops of clear fluid dribbled onto her trainer's sheets, as the Snivy leaned forward and gave a tentative lick to that length before her. It would do, anything would do, and her body writhed, pent up.

The taste was subtle, and with another lick, the Snivy swirled the flavor in her mouth. A twinge of saltiness, mixed in with a bitter-neutralness. It was pleasing to taste. Reaching out with small hands, she wrapped them around that member, pulling it backwards to her lips, giving it a soft kiss on its tip as she opened that maw and sunk her head down on that head. Her trainer stirred, but those vines were prepared. They acted as loose blankets for the hardly-lucid boy, and as the Snivy held her head still, he fell back to sleep. Good.

Slowly, her hands stroked along the shaft, giving the flesh a gentle massage as she drooled out onto the length, cheeks a bit puffy from its size. Her short, thin tongue swiped over the head, slurping up the precum it drooled with pleasure, before realizing in no time at all, she had swallows the length hole, and was letting it throb in the back of her throat. Once more, her lips pulsed and throbbed--not the ones around her trainer's length, but that nether pair. Steadily, steadily, she slipped her head off that member, leaving it soaked in her saliva.

Then, the snake hoisted herself upwards with those vines, using them to carry and hold her over the entrapped trainer, a vine now covering his eyes so he could not see when he awoke. The Snivy lowered, looking down with big, needy eyes, her legs spread and tail swung up. With a small bite to her lip, she reached below, spreading open her cloaca and guiding in her trainer's length. "Snii..." her mouth let escape as that warm length penetrated into her folds. Back arching, head thrown up, her nose caught more of that indoctrinating pollen, driving her mad with lust. Already there was a small bulge in her belly from that thick member, and her folds involuntarily squeezed around it, pulsing with milking heat, needing to be seeded.

Her lower lips secreted a clear, flowery-scented lubricant, aiding the trainer's prick into her tight folds. That outward bulge in her belly continued higher until finally it stopped, having taken the entire length of her trainer into her body. For the moment, her urges were satisfied, but that moment would not last long. She ground herself back and forth on that phallus, panting and moaning out little "Snii"s all the while. Even with her eyes fully closed in bliss, mind lost in an plain of pleasure, she felt her trainer stir and begin to awaken, and constricted her vines around him.

"Mmf?!" the shocked response from the male beneath her came, and he struggled before coming to terms it was useless. There was little in the way of movement he could make, aside from thrusts--yet he was wary enough against that. Blinded and gagged, he lied still as his Pokémon, unknown to him, used his body for her neediness.

Having hilted, the Snivy began to gradually lift herself off and drop back down, using gravity and that natural lubricant to slide that human length into her slit. With a clench, her body shuddered strongly, pulsing around that cock with orgasm. But an orgasm was not what she burned for--just a pleasurable side-effect. Her prey, however, seemed reluctant to give her what she needed; he required coaxing.

A fifth vine merged from her back, sliding down her spine and under her tail, nudging her trainer's full balls before slipping lower, pushing up against the boy's taint. The length inside her twitched hotly, but did not give up its load, unsurprisingly. Continuing her gentle grinds and bounces on it, she guided that whip lower, pressing at the male's own entrance. He gave an indignant grunt, trying to pull away, yet only succeeding in thrusting hard into his Snivy, causing her to moan out loudly, dazed from pleasure.

She prodded again, and received another thrust, tipping her body into another spasm of orgasm, her folds clenching and squeezing around that length. Her bounces grew in speed, sliding that tight, wet female-ness down to the base of her trainer's shaft, it throbbing, close from the constant sensation. "Snii... snii!" she moaned out, and gave a hard clench in herself, squeezing that sensitive cockhead in just the most sensitive places.

Another grunt from her trainer, this one pleasured in nature, as his body thrashed against the restraints and gave in to her milking, shooting hot seed into that Snivy, extinguishing her need--for the time being, at least. He panted, exhausted, unable to struggle any further against those bonds. A sweet, floral scent drifted through to his nose, lulling him to relax. Behind that vine, his eyes drooped once more, and his mouth fell slack, legs and arms limping. Sleep powder.

Stepping herself off her worn out trainer, the Snivy squeezed her legs shut, doing her best to keep that powerful, potent load inside her body, ultimately failing as it oozed out her stretched lips. She unwrapped her bondage from the boy, sliding his boxers back up too, but not before giving his flaccid length a small kiss on its tip, licking up a small bead of cream left over. Then, tugging back the trainer's blankets, she returned to her Pokéball, sated.