Little Muscle Girl
Male human and female machop make some sweet lovin.
This is in response to the fact that I find the idea of female of the machop evolution line to actually be sexy. No, I will NOT add breasts to them, that ruins my personal enjoyment of them.
Basic disclaimer: I don't claim to own any of the characters, just the writing it's self. This story contains consensual sex between a human and a fictional creature called a pokemon. I'm not forcing you to read this, so if you don't like it, turn away.
This will mostly be about the sex, but as usual, will contain romantic fluff as that's what I like in my stories. It also won't be my most detailed work since I'm recovering from writers block. Anyway, enjoy!
Little Muscle Girl.
The life of a pokemon trainer is not easy. Granted, it brings fame and fortune to those who are successful, but not everyone can do so.
Dave is one such person who learned this.
Aspiring to be a trainer, he applied, got a pokemon, and started his quest, but it wasn't long before he found that he wasn't cut out for it.
His pokemon rebelled rather frequently, he was not fortunate with successfully capturing many new ones, and his progress ground to a halt before he could really even challenge the first gym as he was flattened by even the most simple of trainers.
Dave threw in the towel and returned to having a simple life, leaving the few pokemon he had caught and even his starter with the professor whom he had conversed with and set up simple housing in Oreburgh City.
Here he soon got a job working the mines, though that suited him just fine. Dave was a little rugged, not very tall, but well built and sporting a fairly natural cut muscle definition. He kept his black hair very short and grew in a short goatee and sideburns that ran in line with it.
He was one of the few miners who didn't have a pokemon assistant. With the mining, it was common to have either a rock type pokemon or a strong fighting type like a machoke to assist you in the cases of heavy lifting or a cave in, but not everyone was skilled enough to own such a pokemon. Regardless, all the mining workers carried a few empty poke balls just in case they encountered a hostile pokemon.
Dave was no different in carrying poke balls with him, even having spent some extra money on importing the expensive but highly effective Dusk balls from overseas, but he personally liked a challenge of strength. He wasn't overly bulky in muscle, but he was a thick individual and he often liked embarrassing some of the other workers by hefting a rock or moving heavy ore that many relegated to a pokemon.
However, one day that seemed like any other changed his life for the better.
The sky was fairly cloudy, casting a softer temperature on the city which was pleasing for the workers. Dave had shown up as usual in his dusty work jeans and white T shirt, slipping his work gloves on and miners helmet and making sure his poke ball belt was secure and loaded before he walked into the caves. However, no sooner had he shown up then did a rumble roll through the mine.
Workers and pokemon scrambled out of the dark as part of the mine collapsed and shortly thereafter, the foreman called everyone out for an emergency role call.
After the tense few minutes it was found that everyone, pokemon included, had evaded the fate of being crushed, but Dave spoke up and requested to inspect the cave in to see a possible cause.
There were mixed replies but the foreman knew Dave was stubborn and also the most qualified to inspect said cave in since he often was the one who set up the braces for the tunnels.
Dave wasted no time in traveling through the dusty chambers, wearing a mask over his mouth and nose as he moved deeper, the light on his helmet illuminating his way and the clouds of dust. It didn't take him long to reach the cave in, and despite the noise, it was not as bad as he'd expected since it crumbling only set them back about a day, and who knows, perhaps the shifted soil would expose some missed gems and fossils?
Dave, however, froze when he heard a pained grunt. His first thought was that a worker hadn't been called during role call and was in fact buried.
However, what he found was something he didn't expect.
A machop was among the debris; the lower half buried and a rather nasty smack on the back of it's head that was swelling. It looked up slowly from the ground to look at Dave, blood running from it's nose and mouth, but it glared back defiantly as it clawed very weakly at the soil, it's powerful hands digging trenches, but not proving strong enough to pull it's body free. Dave didn't bother getting help as the sight of this injured machop was too much for him and he couldn't let it die such a horrible death.
Throwing his own safety to the wind, he began hefting the rocks that had tumbled onto the machop, slowly freeing it. One rock at a time, each one seemingly heavier than the last until he lifted a rock that had to have been no less than two hundred pounds, dropping it aside and seeing the lower half of the machop. Although scratched up and bruised, it didn't look like anything was broken.
It defiantly pressed its palms into the ground and moved its legs, slowly standing up. Dave reached in to help it, but when he touched its chest, it turned to glare at him, making him pause a moment before he frowned in returned and reached again, but as soon as he actually touched it, its eyes rolled back as exhaustion set in and it collapsed.
Worried at first that it may have died, he grabbed one of the dusk balls on his belt and tossed it at her. Fortunately, it wasn't repelled by a trainer ID tag and it locked shut with little fuss. Picking up the ball he hurried out of the cave, the image of that face, defiant yet scared with blood running down it was burned into his mind as he raced out of the cave.
When he reached the surface to let everyone know of the issue, after he told them of the damage, he said that he found and rescued an badly injured machop and that he needed to take it to the pokemon center. Some of the other workers griped that he had a job to do, but they were soon hushed by their pokemon brashly snarling at them for being so insensitive. At that reaction, the foreman excused Dave for the rest of the day, telling him to get it back into health before he returned.
With that, he headed to the pokemon center.
Dave paced the entire time the nurses were taking care of the pokemon. He had told them what had happened to it and set to making sure it was healthy right away.
It felt like an eternity but the nurse finally returned with the ball in her hands. Dave made friends with the nurse shortly after moving into the town, though in an amusing twist, she turned into a sort of natural caretaker of his, often making sure his well being was looked out for when she didn't have her hands full taking care of sick or injured pokemon.
"How is it? Is it okay?" he asked, sounding a bit more worried than he wanted.
"Well, SHE is fine. She's lucky her body is so strong, even so, it was still a lucky break you dug her out." she said, a little snippy with the gender correction.
"It wasn't easy... I hope she doesn't run into anymore trouble like that..." he said as he reached for the ball, but the nurse pulled it away from him.
"I know what you're thinking and no way." she said with a glare. Dave looked dumbfounded at her. "I know you're planning on releasing her right back into those mines and I can't allow that. You know that it only takes one slipped rock to crush someone to death and she nearly experienced that this day. Heck, when she was on the table and we were getting her vitals read, she took every opportunity to grab and throw things in a panic thinking she was still in that cave. One of my assistants had his shoulder dislocated." she continued.
"I hope he..." Dave trailed off.
"It's fine, part of the hazards of being a pokemon EMT. He'll recover. But do you want to know what calmed her down?" Dave just blinked before the nurse pointed at a small window in the building. "She could see you though that window, pacing and waiting. As soon as she knew you were waiting for her and hoping for her to be well, she calmed down. You do know the poke ball isn't really a capture device, don't you?"
"You mean it isn't?" he asked before the nurse rolled her eyes.
"So many ignorant people... The poke ball lock function won't engage if the pokemon REALLY doesn't want to be caught, it doesn't matter how weak they are. But upon them being caught, it opens up a bonding with the person who caught them. Both human and pokemon start to understand one another. She KNOWS you." she said.
"But... in the cave... she kinda looked like she wanted to kick my ass." he said, rubbing the back of his head.
"You said you lifted a bunch of heavy rocks off of her. Machop and the evolutions pride themselves on being very strong, as I'm sure you can tell with the machokes running about in the mine hefting boulders like toys and making shows of it. She is no different and in the cave there, she was forced to watch as you did a feat of strength that she couldn't do, and then offered to help her. If you were a prideful macho man and you couldn't lift a set of barbells, then someone else walks along and lifts those same barbells that you couldn't, then offered to assist you, your pride would probably be pretty battered. However, what I saw in that room showed that she is bonding to you. Now, you're gonna take good care of her." she said, handing to ball towards him.
"But, you know I'm not a trainer anymore. I told you that shortly after I moved in here." he said.
"So? It's still legal for you to own one or two pokemon as pets, or more properly, partners." she said, roughly grabbing his wrist and putting the ball in his hand. "Now, you go and take her home. I'm gonna talk to the foreman and tell him you are not coming to work for a week so you can get your new partner accustomed to life in her new home, got it? And if I so much as see you go in the direction of those mines before that week is up, I'll call the rangers on you!" she said with a snap, making Dave wince and nod before he turned to walk out and head home.
It was odd... all he could think about as he cupped the ball and looked at it in his hand was that... if felt RIGHT to be there... like... it... SHE... belonged with him...
The housing process was simple as Dave had a single floor home with minimal items in it; bedroom with a bed, dresser, lamp, and closet, living room with a couch and TV and table, and one extra bedroom that was just part of the home that he hadn't done anything with.
Upon returning home, Dave shut the door behind him and opened her ball. In a small flash of light, she landed on her feet and shook herself off before she looked around. She was nicely fit as opposed to when he had initially found her, though part of his mind registered that she kinda looked like a kid... at least in stature. Her grey blue skin reminded him of some kind of stone and as she slowly walked around his living room, looking at the odd objects, he could see that she didn't quite move like a human either, though her wagging tail added to that. She reached the couch and touched the soft material, giving the spongy seat cushion a little squeeze as her red eyes examined it. Evidently she'd not seen many human things. A stray thought passed his mind that she could perhaps be the offspring of a couple of the machoke that regularly worked the mines. They notoriously would do things on their own and have ample sets of time to themselves... It only made sense that all that showing off would get the attention of a few females that weren't identified by their human.
"Enjoying the place so far?" he asked as he took his gloves and hat off, setting them on a table near the front door before he knelt down and began undoing his boots. She looked up from the couch and stared at him with a look that was rather uncertain. Like she wanted to say something, but also like she wanted to ignore him.
Dave kinda chuckled as he finished taking his boots and socks off; he was used to getting that sort of expression from women.
He soon thought of something and called her to follow him, and surprisingly, she did, with that naive curiosity.
He lead her into the bathroom, which was rather clean as Dave disliked coming home to a dirty house, and decided to show her the basics of the toilet.
She had a bit too much interest in flushing it and watching the water swirl down and away before it had a sort of effect on her subliminal part of her brain and Dave soon found that she learned rather quickly as she sat on the seat to relieve herself. He praised her for her good learning and stroked her on the head, to which she smiled, but then slightly looked away. He was unsure why she was still so standoffish, but he assumed it was because she was still a bit upset he showed her up in muscular feats.
Regardless of his happiness with her house training, he noted that her 'relief' smelled rather strong, as if her diet had been pretty poor. As he thought about it, the mines had little to nothing in terms of anything edible and it's a good chance she was malnourished. However, first thing was first; she needed a bath.
He called her over to the tub this time and began running the water before plugging the tub and letting it fill with warm water. She first dipped her hands into it and began drinking from her cupped hands, though when she saw Dave chuckling, she spit it out and looked away from him. He felt bad for embarrassing her and stroked her back, which felt surprisingly strong, and a shiver ran through her body and she shied away from his touch, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.
Dave let out a sigh and patted the water, coaxing her to get into the tub, but she was reluctant, continually grabbing the edge of the tub and looking in, but never pulling herself over it. He thought about just picking her up, but didn't want to risk upsetting her again. So instead, he shrugged and removed his shirt, followed by his pants and underpants before he stepped into the tub and sat down into the steamy water. This action seemed to calm her down and she crawled, albeit ever slowly, into the water. This caused an immediate runoff of fine dirt that had been sitting on her skin and her hide to float away from her. Dave grabbed a sponge and lathered it with some soap and began to reach at her, but again she pulled back from him. With a shrug, Dave began rubbing the sponge on his own body, showing the frothing of bubbles before he squeezed it off in the water, showing his own amount of grime that he got from the tunnel earlier that day. She watched with interest and soon got what he was doing before she held out her hands, reaching for the sponge in an asking manner, but Dave smiled and gently grasped her wrist before he began rubbing it into her palms. She gave an almost disappointed expression, but eventually gave up as he moved the sponge further up her arms. She blinked a few times before she let out a little sigh and moved closer to him before finally sitting, the water coming up to her neck. Considering that the water was getting pretty murky, he decided to pull the plug and let some of it drain as he scrubbed around her now exposed shoulders. She began rolling her head to the side, letting him rub around her neck before he started moving down her chest. This made her eyes flutter open and look down as the water level lowered, exposing more of her body which his hand followed. He noted that she wasn't tense, but her muscles were naturally resistant to the pressure he was putting on them, as if she was always flexing. This was especially apparent when he got to her little belly and noted that it was like a washboard. At this point, he noted that she was watching his movements, her arms to the side and her little legs spread. It took him a moment to notice that when the water had finally drained, it had exposed her groin and privates, which were rather neatly hidden in a simple cleft of muscular flesh. Had it not been wet, he wouldn't have noticed it. He was about to rub it clean when he paused at her pubic bone and noted that, while her head may have been tilted down to look at his hand, her eyes were looking up at his face, an unreadable expression on her face.
She didn't move away, but she didn't coax him to continue. She simply kept looking, and Dave stared back.
A hundred things ran through his mind; was she daring him? Would she attack him if he did it? Did she want him to do it? Did it mean something specific in machop society if he did touch her there? Eventually the pressure got too great and he shifted his hand and ran the sponge down her leg and down to her foot, at which point she stopped looking at his face.
However, he wasn't sure if he was relieved... Or if he just passed something up.
The rest of the bath went a little smoother as he filled the tub back up and finished washing her off. She wanted to try scrubbing him in return, but soon found she couldn't stop playing with his body hair. Be it his moderately hairy chest, his face, or especially his head, she seemed fascinated with it, though it stood to reason since she was bald.
He was also reminded about her strength as she pressed hard on a few places to the point that it bruised, to which she let out her own form of a hissing chuckle, but also seemed to be a little embarrassed by such actions.
However, when she began to move down his own firm belly, he stopped her from getting too low. She seemed to be getting to know how much stronger than him she was, he didn't want her to accidentally get too interested with him down there... she might try to take "it" off. She seemed a little upset at first, but didn't fuss about it.
After the wash up, he gave her a towel, which she didn't know what to do with, until she watched him dry himself off. She began following his movements and soon they both were dry, though she seemed a little more intent on staring at him, whereas before, her eyes were wandering at this and that.
Dave was thinking it was because he was naked and she probably still wanted to 'play' with his 'thing', but another thought crossed his mind.
Having left the bathroom, he stepped into his bedroom for a moment before coming back out in a pair of black briefs, to which the Machop didn't seem disappointed, but still as interested. He was thinking about her for a moment and placed his hands on his hips in thought before she suddenly did the same.
He smirked a moment and lifted his arms up in a little flex and she followed that as well, flexing and showing her own chiseled muscles. He then flexed his arms down low and again she followed him, a smile on her face.
Dave chuckled and kept taking various poses that he could think of, soon making silly 'muscular growls' as he did so, to which she did the same. Soon, Dave had run out of poses, and breath when he was laughing too hard and collapsed back onto the couch. She was laughing too, though not as intense, but she wore a smile on her face as Dave patted the seat next to him and she crawled up next to him.
At that moment, he realized how tired he was and just relaxed into the couch. She continued watching him and moved closer until she was pressed against him. He playfully wrapped an arm around her without thinking, but she hardly reacted. Instead, she simply took the opportunity to start stroking his arm, again being fascinated with the hairs on his arm as she rubbed her surprisingly smooth palms against it.
Dave didn't know how long she was at it, but the feeling was very comforting and soon, he drifted to sleep.
Dave slid into some obscure dreams, most of which were nonsense, while others replayed the events of the day.
He recalled moving the rocks and how tired it made him feel, but also how happy he was that he got her free.
Suddenly his dream muddled and he felt warm and soon it turned erotic as his world melted and he found himself in the embrace of the local Nurse. He wouldn't deny that he had a bit of interest in her, and with how she often would speak with him outside of her profession, he did start to develop a bit of desire towards her. His dream soon had her in the nude, though his mind crafted a modest body just to fill in the gaps his experience lacked. He felt her soft skin against his as she hugged him and pressed her soft bosom to his bare chest as she sat on his lap. Her warmth was what he could feel the most, though soon he felt her soft breasts pressing more incessantly against him as her panty clad groin pressed down into his tight brief covered loins.
Though it was outer rubbing, he could feel himself growing hotly towards an explosive climax and his hands soon gripped her tight butt. Her response was odd as she jumped in his hands and soon let out an odd hissing noise. Regardless, he felt that climax coming and soon felt himself make a throbbing mess in his briefs as she continued pressing against him.
His dream started to fall apart as he felt the mess in reality and knew he needed to clean up, though he enjoyed the last few moments he had with his dream partner... at least until he felt her strong and stubby tail.
Dave slowly came back to reality and was aware he needed to clean himself up, even before he opened his eyes, but he soon found that the weight of his dream partner hadn't vanished... and neither had the body in his hands or the soft pressing in his chest.
He slowly opened his eyes to see his machop looking at him with a slightly puzzled expression, tilting her head side to side as she looked at him. He looked down and noted that the soft "breasts" he felt were in fact her palms. He also noted that his hands were gripping her rump still, though she wasn't breaking his arms in opposition. She even had her crotch pressed firmly against his now messy briefs and he flushed as he let go of her in embarrassment.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I was dreaming and... What are you doing on me?" he asked as an errant thought crossed his mind. She did seem rather fond of him and it would stand to reason that in the wild, the offer of mating wouldn't have as many issues, you either agreed or disagreed for the most part. He also noted that his physique, while not as outwardly apparent, resembled a Machoke with his black briefs, though he was not nearly as muscular as one of them.
Soon, however, his thoughts were cast aside as her stomach let out a low growl and he then looked at the clock, noting that he had been asleep for only a couple of hours, though nightfall was approaching and neither of them had eaten.
"Oh I'm so sorry girl, I'll get us some food." he said, to which she smiled and rather athletically jumped off of his lap, letting him stand and stretch before he blushed a little. "Er... right after I take care of something." he said as he slipped into the bathroom.
He had completely saturated the insides of his briefs with his mess and stripped them off. He apparently especially soaked the front where she was sitting and he felt more than a little embarrassed that he had done so due to a wet dream by her simply sitting on his lap.
More conflicting thoughts challenged him though. She would have OBVIOUSLY felt his errection against her, and his hands gripping her rump... how could she take that as anything else? He soon thought that the moist spot wasn't from him...
He shook his head as he washed himself off quickly and slipped on some light sweatpants before he went into the kitchen to make dinner.
Dinner for him consisted of some cuts of Tauros steak with a berry mixture fruit punch. Many people were against pokemon in their diet, though what most didn't pay attention to was that, ever since the near extinction of Farfetched, reservation laws were in strict placement to prevent the eating of pokemon that were in lower numbers. For this purpose, many farms rose up with many Miltank and Tauros. Miltank produced extremely high quality milk in abundance, and Tauros grew thick muscles that made for prime cuts of meat. While grisly to some that a handful of pokemon were raised strictly for meat, pokemon often did far worse things in the wild to their prey.
A small shiver ran up his back as he recalled an instance that Rangers had to take care of where a handful of ghost pokemon actively and sadistically hunted down people in an abandoned building. People went in hearing stories of ghosts, and the ghosts were very real. Suffocation, poisoning, some survivors made accounts of how the ghosts would lick friends who had accompany them and they would be forced to watch as their friend flailed and twitched and writhed in pain before the paralytic agent stopped their heart and brain functions. Eventually the Rangers removed the pokemon and had the building demolished.
Compared to that sort of natural malice, the idea of letting a pokemon grow up in a harem of attractive females, able to mate to his hearts content, never battle, and then when he grew old, suffer a quick death... That was positive bliss.
He shook his head and snapped out of his daydream as he continued to serve the food.
For her, a few raw oran and sitrus berries along with a smaller cut of steak for her with a metal bowl with water in it. He still served her food up on a plate, but didn't think she'd use utensils and he didn't want to risk the possibility of her biting a fork in half and getting part of it stuck in her throat. After her portion cooled, he walked into the living room and set the plate down on the floor before he shrugged and did the same for himself, sitting across from her as he began eating. She took to the berries first, and paused when she bit into the first sitrus berry, her eyes half lidding as she obviously enjoyed the flavor of the juices before chewing further and making shorter work of the other berries. When she got to the meat, she seemed puzzled at first. Lifting it and sniffing it.
It didn't take a professor to know most pokemon were omnivores since berries were on the menu for all of them, and with the teeth that machoke would get, he assumed it'd be fair to say they hunted now and again. However, it was unlikely they ever had cooked meat.
She bit into it and, despite it being tough, she easily ripped off a chunk, chewing on it and soon her eyes widened as the seasonings and such caressed her tongue and she began eating more of it rather quickly. Dave was worried he didn't have enough food for her on her plate, but when she had finished the meat and drank down the bowl of water, she let out a rather satisfied belch and just smiled at him.
He chuckled and soon finished his own meal and drink before he took the dishes to the sink and washed them before coming back, finding her on the couch, sucking on her fingers one at a time as she still tasted the seasonings.
Evidently, she was a fan of his cooking.
He looked at the clock and noted the time, as well as the darkness outside and pondered going to bed.
He had spaced where she would sleep. He had thought of putting her in her ball, but it just didn't seem right to do that for some reason. He moved through his house and thought of setting her up on his couch, but that still didn't seem right.
Finally, he just shrugged and called to her into his room. He turned out a few of the lights in his home, made sure the doors and windows were locked, before he returned to his bed. It was queen sized, just bigger than a normal bed and would have enough space for both of them.
He pulled the sheets down and thought about undressing, but the sweatpants were all he was wearing at the moment and he figured they would be a bit better than tight fitting briefs while sharing the bed with his new house guest.
Pondering his sexual dream, he assumed part of it was that he had put his own desires on the back burner for a while during work and was... 'overdue for some personal time'.
Granted he now had a house guest... But he was sure he could take a while in the bathroom alone.
He crawled onto the bed and patted the material next to him, to which she crawled up and sunk into the soft material. The couch may have been soft, but this was softer and she soon plopped onto her belly and rubbed against the soft sheets, making him chuckle. He gently guided her to lay her head on a pillow and pulled the sheets up to his and her neck before he reached over and turned out the bedside lamp.
"Good night... huh... I guess I never did give you a name..." he suddenly thought aloud. "I'll have to think of one..." he said as he could make out her glinting eyes in the darkness. Evidently she could see rather well, which made sense since her species and evolutions often lived in caves.
With a smile he rolled over and sighed as he began to think of a name that would fit her, slowly drifting to sleep.
Dave slept rather soundly, though a few times his sleep was thin enough that he slightly woke up and had control over his thoughts.
During one such moment, he was thinking of what her name should be, and as he did so, the names of mineral stones came flooding through his head. His view changed to a dream where he dug out a blue green stone carved in the shape of a machop, and as he looked at it in his dream, he spoke to himself as if he knew all along.
"Ah, this is Beryl. It translates from an old language and means "precious blue-green color-of-sea-water stone", and it's certainly pretty." he said as he stroked the head of the little statue as if it was alive.
Suddenly, he heard something, and then there was rumbling and the cave around him began collapsing. He could hear other workers running and screaming as rocks and dirt fell and he ran, but soon the roof collapsed on top of him, burying him in soil up to his neck. He felt powerless as he tried to struggle...
The dream finally faded as he returned to reality and flailed a moment, kicking the thick sheets and quilt off of his body.
He sat up and rubbed his face, rubbing the 'sand' from his eyes as he looked at his digital clock, finding the readout to be roughly 4 in the morning. He looked next to himself as he remembered his guest, but he couldn't see her.
A moment of worry bothered his tired mind and he flipped on his bedside lamp, making him blind for a moment and having to rub his eyes. When they finally adjusted, he found the covers on her side of the bed to be messed up and her to be gone. At first he figured she had just gone to the bathroom, but then he noticed movement over by his dresser and full body mirror.
However, as he looked over there, he noticed a bunch of clothing all over the ground... as well as several upturned wooden shelves and his dresser laying on it's back. Evidently he found the reason he had a dream of a cave in.
He stood up and basically put together that she had gotten curious and had started looking into his dresser in the middle of the night, probably curious about his clothing, and not caring about her strength or cleanliness, disassembled his dresser. He walked silently closer to her in the dim light and was starting to make something out. He could see her standing in front of the mirror, taking some sort of pose, and then looking down at something the floor before taking another pose.
Dave reached to his other bedside lamp and turned it on, illuminating most of the room, though she didn't seem to care, other than blinking her eyes a few times. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled before she took another pose, her hands behind her head and a leg outstretched in front of her. Dave could have sworn the pose looked familiar, but then he knew why when she looked down and then took another familiar pose, the result made him blush.
She had somehow found his stashed adult books, many featuring nicely built ladies in nude poses, though other pages had much more explicit scenes of them with men.
"Beryl... What are you up to?" he asked. She paused in one of her poses and gave him a curious look before he chuckled. "Yes, Beryl, that's your name. It's... of a pretty jewel." he said. She was quiet again and smiled before she grabbed the book, turning one of the pages to another pose, one of the lady leaning towards the camera with her hands on her knees and showing her breasts pressed together. Beryl leaned forward, hands on her knees into the same pose, her chest muscles making a nice cleft, but after she looked at herself in the mirror, she frowned slightly and flexed her pectorals harder, trying to make her chest "look as well built" as the lady in the image before she gave a grunt and grabbed the book again. She turned the page and stared at it for a moment, her eyes going wide before she smiled.
Dave watched her full show, finding it to be both cute and a little odd, but grew a little worried at what she might be looking at now. He didn't have time to say anything as she turned the book around and showed an image of a lady in the nude, but she was straddling some nameless guy's lap, her hands on his chest with a clear view of his dick buried between her legs.
"Beryl? What... are you trying to say?" he asked, though he was starting to think he knew very well what she meant.
She had been "shown up" by his strength, he had helped her, fed her, provided a bed and cleaning, even caressed her body in the tub. The more he thought about it, the more he put together he had basically done everything that a courting male would do for a female, and then some, and it appeared she was trying to find a way to say she approved of him and wanted him.
She looked at the book page and showed it to him again before she dropped it and then stepped closer to him, grasping his sweatpants at the hips and pulling them down. Dave tried to step back, but he stumbled over some of the clothing on the floor and fell on his ass, giving her extra ease in yanking his sweatpants off and leaving him butt naked, sitting on the floor.
He looked back up at her, as he leaned back on his outstretched arms as the muscular pokemon knelt between his spread legs, eyeing his loins. She reached a hand forward and he suddenly tensed as her fingers trailed through his pubic hair, again smiling at the unusual material she didn't have, before they trailed lower and touched his shaft. Dave was spooked at the thoughts racing through his head; would she accidentally hurt him? Would something happen and he'd get arrested? But the thought that troubled him the most was the fact that he didn't have any moral issues in the idea of actually screwing her. In fact, as more thoughts ran through his mind, the more his body approved of the idea and his shaft plumped up near her fingers, growing harder and thicker until it was throbbing in the air with need.
"Beryl..." he said softly and she managed to tear her eyes away from his swollen shaft. "Do you want to mate with me? Am I a good enough male for you?" he asked her, terms that, while in another language, he was rather certain she could understand since most pokemon seemed to understand humans just fine.
Her reply was a small jump into his lap, her hands on his shoulders and her legs around his sides as her face nuzzled into his chest for a moment, her eyes shut as she mumbled and made rapid noises that he could only take as happiness and excitement. He smiled, his heart fluttering slightly as he wrapped his arms around her. He just held her there and she was content to do the same.
For a time.
Soon, he felt a moisture dripping onto his lower belly and he was certain he knew what it was, the idea making him quiver as a spicy scent rolled into the air. She slowly broke the embrace and leaned back, looking into his face as he felt the tip of his throbbing shaft bobbing against the base of her tail. He smiled at her and stroked her head.
"Start slow... this is going to be new for both of us..." he said, though he wasn't completely sure she hadn't done this before. A smile crossed her face as she looked under herself and shifted her hips, rubbing against his shaft for a moment before he reached under her and held himself still for her. Once he did, she soon pressed her rather hot lips to his glans, quivering a moment before she shifted slowly back and forth along his head; hot, slick liquid spilling from her lips in rather generous amounts before his head caught the rim of her love hole and she looked him in the eye.
The expression she gave him was the same as the one she gave him in the tub, only now he knew what it meant.
It was a dare. She wanted him to take control. In the tub, she locked eyes with him and remained still to see if he'd take her dare to rub her body. Now, she was daring him to take her.
He reached his arms out silently, grasping her hips. She shivered in response which made her loins clench a moment before they relaxed and he felt himself slip ever so slightly deeper. Then, he started to press her down. Her legs splayed outwards as her eyes widened, but she didn't drop her eyes from his as he slowly sunk deeper and deeper into her, slowly stretching her open as he felt her incredible soft warmth sliding down further and further. She quivered in his hands and at the same time that he felt her warm loins press against his hips, he felt a funny lump against the tip of his shaft, making her squeak a moment before she groaned, her insides giving his length a squeeze as she shivered and warm juices slowly flowed around his shaft and onto his crotch. He held her there for a moment, smiling as he slowly stroked her cheek with a hand, an act finally breaking the staring contest as she pressed her cheek into it before smiling and wagging her tail, a motion that made her insides twitch around his length ever so slightly.
However, Dave soon felt the need to do more than just sit still in her. He trailed his hands down her sides and gently gripped her tight butt before he started to pull her off, an act that made her clench on his shaft a moment before she groaned as he slid her to the tip, then gently pulled her back down, only to slide her back up, then down again, slowly pumping her form up and down into his lap, keeping a rather slow pace.
Beryl's face leaned forward and pressed against his chest as her hands slipped from his shoulders and joined next to her face as her tail lifted into the air, her insides shifting ever so slightly and now letting him grind the tip of his shaft against that lump in the back of her vagina every time he pressed her hips to his. Her warmth slowly oozed around his length ,making his movements slick, but his pace was getting to be too slow for the muscular pokemon, and with a grunt, as he pulled her to the tip of his shaft, her insides became incredibly tight, so tight, Dave couldn't press into her. He let out his own grunt as he felt that grip around the tip of his shaft, but couldn't move and he looked down to see her 'daring' him again. He wasn't sure what she meant as he looked at her for a moment before he tried to push her down again, only to find she'd clench down every time he tried to do so. Eventually this teasing frustrated him and with a grunt of his own, he harshly shoved her down, a wet, slurping sound as she slid down and her hips slapped against his, a loud squeak coming from her.
Dave suddenly thought he had hurt her and looked down, but only found her to be smiling, but trying to give him the 'dare' again. He pulled her up to the tip, and she clenched again, forcing him to slam her down again, earning another squeak and a smile and soon he caught on to the fact that she wanted him to hammer into her. He obliged her with a few more thrusts like this before he chuckled and pulled her up and all the way off his shaft, much to the protesting of her loins as they squeezed on nothing and drooled more juices on his lap, an expression crossing her face of worry, like she'd done something wrong. Dave leaned in and kissed her on the forehead.
"Don't worry, you're fine. We're just gonna switch positions." he said as he stood up and scooped her up under the arms before he lay her down on his bed. She smiled and rolled over onto her hands and knees, lifting her tail high and waggling her hips side to side, showing him the ever so faint pucker of her rump as well as the swollen, wet cleft of her vulva, clenching in anticipation of his return to her. He grasped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed as he stood on the floor, her hips at just the right height as he pressed his hips close and prodded his shaft against her pussy, feeling her clench again as she smiled and looked over her shoulder at him. He had to return her smile as he pressed into her with a wet squelch and a firm slap of his hips against her own toned backside, her hands balling into fists as Dave soon resumed his deep, hard thrusts, only now able to give them to her much more frequently.
Dave watched as she let off little shivers, her muscles quivering under her skin as a sudden tremble tore through her body, a snorting hiss leaving her mouth as her tail raised even higher and her insides gave a firm clench that nearly squeezed him right out of her body before they began pulsing and throbbing, her wet, hot muscles rolling along his shaft in a strong 'milking' motion.
While he was happy he had made her climax, he was a little surprised at how quickly she came. He couldn't have been pounding into her for more than a minute before she climaxed and, as he sat still in her still trembling insides, he had a passing thought that it might just be due to the fact that males probably don't last long either.
He smiled as he slipped free of her and she instantly rolled over onto her back, a glazed look on her face as she slowly ran her hands down her body to her now reddened vulva, but upon rubbing her pussy lips, she seemed a little puzzled, especially when she looked at him and found his shaft still hard. Her eyes looked into his, and he gathered what she was asking.
"Don't worry, you feel fantastic, it just... takes longer for me than it does for a machoke." he said, hoping that was what she was basically asking as he reached and stroked the side of her head. She smiled and gently grasped his wrist, rubbing her face into his palm before letting him go, her breathing still a bit rough. He gently lifted her up under her arms and slid her up onto the bed, resting her head on the pillows as he crawled up after her, her expression a little confused. "Oh I'm not done yet..." he said with a smile, to which she almost looked worried as she looked down between her legs, seeing him still hard, but her reply was to lift and spread her legs.
He smiled at her again as he touched her lips again with his shaft, but this time he slowly slid into her, hugging her around her lower back as he kept her rear lifted. A slow shiver ran through her body, her insides giving a clench, but not nearly as hard as before as he slowly slid into her, then pulled slowly out, soon moving to a slower pace that was more to his pleasure, an act that was apparently alien to her as her body trembled and her eyes kept threatening to roll back into her head every time he sunk into her.
He slid his hands up her back and one hand cradled the back of her head as he kept slowly moving, feeling her warm wet grasp and listening to the small huffs and moans of pleasure from her every time he moved. He soon felt her shudder again, another climax rolling through her, though he got to see her face this time as she grit her teeth for a moment before she closed her eyed and sucked in a silent gasp, more warm moisture escaping around his shaft and soaking both of them as he kept moving and almost as soon as she came down from that climax, she tensed up and seemed to roll right into another one. He had to bite his bottom lip, as not only did her incredible grasping warm insides feel better than he could have ever guessed, but seeing this powerful creature turned to sexual putty in his hands thrilled him and it warmed his heart to know he pleased her so.
He felt himself teeter closer to the edge, but the tipping point was when he felt her own hands slide up his back and pull him down closer to her, her face next to his as she slowly stuck out her tongue and ran a warm lick along his cheek. Not a lick like you would get from a canine. This was a slow lick. This was a tender lick. This was a lick from someone who did not know how to kiss, but knew how to show a tender gesture of affection.
Dave looked into her smiling face and smiled back as he felt that one last wall break and he pressed himself as tightly into her as he could get, feeling the shudder run through his body as his stomach flexed and loins tensed. She felt him tense up and her short legs suddenly gripped at his sides and her fingers slightly dug into his back, not wanting him to go anywhere as she felt his shaft suddenly swell inside of her before throbbing in firm, hard pulses. Thick ropes of hot seed spurting into her deepest reaches, her insides clenching as another climax rippled through her, her body fighting hungrily to draw his seed deep into her body on reflex.
Almost all too soon, the moment of bliss passed for both of them, but they happily looked into each other's faces and smiled as Dave stroked along her head before he reached back and pulled up the covers before turning out the lights, keeping her held tightly to him as she was also reluctant to let go of him as they both soon drifted to sleep.
Three days later, Dave took Beryl to the pokemon center at the request of the nurse. She wanted to get a look at her to see how her body was recovering after the prior checkup as well as catch up on how Dave and her were adjusting together.
"Well... I can say that I really like her company. She learns fast and really is quite stunning." he said, smiling. The nurse smiled back as she held a clipboard with a few notes on it as she talked to Dave in the waiting room with Beryl sitting in a chair next to him, clinging to his arm.
"So I see. You should also be happy to know that she's made a fantastic recovery and has healed nicely. Your diet of a mix of meat and berries is a smart choice and is doing her wonders even in this short time span." she said rather happily, to which Dave and Beryl smiled. "Though I do want to address something."
"What's wrong?" Dave asked, suddenly worried. The nurse looked around for a moment before looking him in the eye.
"Try not to have... intimate encounters with her right before a checkup. While it may help put her in a good mood, she was leaking it all over the exam table." Dave's face grew pale and his throat dry as he sputtered and was going to try and say something, ANYTHING, but a hand from the nurse silenced him. "Oh shush, you really know nothing. Do you want to know why the laws on human and pokemon mating were put in place? Because the authorities were tired of picking up the pieces of humans who tried to rape their pokemon." she said. "Raping a pokemon is basically impossible for a human to do without suffering a severe injury of the pokemon defending it's self. Honestly, just think of a human trying to abuse a Blaziken, a Gardevoir, or especially a Machop." she said. "Not a pretty picture. And before you ask, yes there were a couple of cases of trainers abusing lower evolution forms of their pokemon, but that usually ended with the pokemon snap-evolving and... THOSE messes take days to clean up." she said as Dave just looked on, puzzled.
"W-wait... you mean... it's... okay that she and I...?" he said, still not really willing to spit it out clearly.
"I think it's rather wonderful, besides, look at her, she's downright happy. Not to mention she kept making a habit of smugly showing off that 'you claimed her' while we were examining her. Just be a little careful when she finally evolves and make sure she wears her power saver belt. Machoke can kinda forget how strong they are right after they evolve and I don't want to have to find out she broke 'something' of yours because she got too excited and didn't know how to control herself.". Dave grew pale again, but the nurse chuckled and gently stroked Beryl's cheek. "Hey, you keep this guy out of trouble. He's a sweet person and I know he'll always treat you right."
Beryl smiled and nodded before she re-gripped Dave's arm again, snuggling against it. She liked her human mate and fully intended to keep him.
End.