Getting Freaky With Snivy
Request was nagging in the back of my head. So I finished it, but FA was down. What's a man to do?
Enjoy a M/M Snivy fic, 100% porn, pretty much. Slight ball-squeezing, but no real busting. Just the threat. Bondage, too. Read tags, dammit.
I slid my hands underneath my Snivy's short, stubby arms, lifting him up against my chest, holding his back to my front. The snake Pokémon wiggled a bit in my grasp, sending vines out to wrap around me, even, but only squeezed at my upper arms. He kicked a bit, confused as to why I had lifted him up at such a bizarre hour of the night.
"Hey, Casper," I said to him with a bedroom voice, "Let's get freaky~!"
If anything, my words made the grass creature worm and struggle some more. It seemed as if he'd rather sleep than play, sadly. I wasn't about to give up that easily, though. With masterful hands, I switched my grasp to be underhanded, between his stunted legs, palm rubbing against his cloacal opening.
"Sniiii!" he cried out indignantly, a bit irked that I'd do such a flagrant fondling after his refusal. As he squirmed, his slitted opening ground itself against my hand, growing a bit wet with arousal. It didn't help his cause that my fingers were tapping at the top of his cloaca, fingering the small nub of his budding erection.
"Oh, I feel something dirty there, Casper... ehehee," I teased with glee, only to have him lift himself out of my grasp with his vine, and toss me right over his green head, landing roughly on the bed. "Is this where you want me?" I continued, sticking out my tongue. I didn't have long to talk, a thick vine wrapped itself around my head and stuffed my mouth, gagging me. As I brought two hands to face to pull away the offending grass-rope, a second budded appendage wrapped itself around both my wrists, and lifted my hands up high and away.
"Sniiivyy..." my Pokémon said somewhat ominously, a glint in his eyes that I hadn't seen before. It was scary, yet exciting. I could hear my heart throb loudly in my ears, pump, pump, pump. Though I was shirtless, I still had a pair of boxer-shorts on, which were quite tented by the time Casper had crawl-pulled himself onto the mattress. "Vee hee hee hee..." sneered the snake.
Locking eyes with my captor, I sent him a feigned scared look, though in truth I was painfully aroused. Just testing the strength of my bindings led the grass Pokémon to tighten them further, smushing together my wrists almost painfully. I tried to enunciate a tease, but with that vine wrapped around my head and in my mouth, I was unable to say anything of the sort. In short, I was completely at my Pokémon's mercy, and I loved every second of it.
In the brief moment I had to test my bondage, Casper had slid himself up atop my bare chest, back turned toward me and tail lifted, displaying his cloaca spread. A firm, ruby-red member jutted up between his legs, just the base of it visible to me, while below it, somewhat concealed by the cream colored folds of scales was his pucker, looking moist and a bit swelled.
My Snivy and I were no ordinary trainer-Pokémon pair. We've been in love since the first battle we had together, and that very night we had our first lovemaking. It's been years since then, Casper choosing to stay unevolved in favor of limbs and a smaller size for me to play "predator" with. Though, even though he was much smaller than me, that didn't stop the grass-type from taking the lead once in a while, say, now, even.
As I thought back, my length twitching inside its clothed prison, Casper slid a third vine down to his rear, spreading open that cloaca a little further, and poking against his entrance, depressing it some. With hardly an effort, that bulging vine-tip sunk itself into that hole, wiggling a bit before pulling right out, wet with a slippery, viscous substance.
I drifted back to last night, where Casper and I had yet another passionate evening. There's no tightness quite like that of a snake a fourth your size, and despite our frequent coitus, he never seemed to lose that special tightness. In fact, I was willing to bet that the very substance on that vine was some of yesterday's "cream".
Again distracted by my devious thoughts, I looked up to see that third vine missing, finding it a moment later as it snaked its way into my boxers and wrapped my cock in a tight embrace. For a moment, it just pulsed all around my member in a milking motion, before leading it up through my (now pre stained) boxers, sticking out like a center mast.
"Is that what you're playing at?" I tried to say, though muffled it only came out as "Iff aaff mfff frrf pffiff af?" Somehow, it seemed as if Casper knew what I said, and gave a smug grin, followed by lifting himself up and over my length, sitting backwards on it. He shivered a bit, transferring the shakes to his vines and myself, before tapping his hole with that drippy cockhead of mine.
The moment my tip touched his hole, a heated flash shot through my body. Oh, how I loved that tight pucker... knowing it ins and out of it intimately. Even with this knowledge however, it still felt strange to be out of control completely, leaving everything up to my Pokémon, having him control me and use me like a toy. I tried to buck up, retain at least some of my dominance, but that smug grass-type had already entwined me with a vine, pinning my body down to the bed, feet, hips and all.
"Do it," I wanted to yell out, beg and scream. I couldn't say a word, though, could not even mumble muffledly to save my life. I gazed into Casper's eyes, silently begging for him to relieve me of my pleasured agony. So hard was I that I was seeing stars from lack of blood to my brain! I wouldn't be able to handle much more of his sick, sick torture.
But, at last, with what felt like a lifetime of agony lifted, the Snivy started to sink down upon me, engulfing my length inside his slickened, stretchy, yet tight bottom. I groaned out, or attempted to, against those vines in my mouth, squeezed my eyes shut and strained my muscles trying to push deeper into the snake. It was no use, he bound me too well, and I was at his mercy as he gradually slid further and further along my member, relaxing and tightening along it. He reached the base, flexing his tail to massage the very bottom of my prick.
He didn't stop there, and lifted himself up halfway, only to slide down and cause those pleasurable sensations to rocket up my spine over and over again. With each of his bounces, I felt sticky-hot fluid dribble down my shaft and wet my boxer-shorts. A tingle wound itself tighter and tighter in my upper groin as my orgasm neared, eyes shut and drool now leaking down my cheeks, unable to swallow with those vines there.
Casper sensed it, and sent a new vine to wrap into my boxers, encircling around my testes. I felt him squeeze ones and shuddered in genuine fear. But, so easily is the body confused, and taking that fear for heightened pleasure, my orgasm drew closer and closer with the gradually increasing squeezes and tugs. I squeezed my eyes tighter shut, almost biting down on that vine as I braced for my nuts to burst.
With a gagged howl, I orgasmed then and there, sending thick ropes of sticky, slimy seed into that snake above who squirmed with pleasure as that heat filled his cold-blooded backside. Thin jets of his own ejaculate squirted out and onto my chest, painting it with a semi-clear varnish. "Aahh... haa... ahh..." I panted, those vines finally away from my mouth, finally able to swallow and wipe my cheeks on my shoulders. My arms and lower-half remained bound, balls extraordinarily sore, though the cause was undeniable. They'd live.
"That was... haa... freaky alright..." I managed to mutter, before passing out.