My Mischevious Meowstic
The
Poké
Ball slid from its pouch. A few bounces, before sliding against the
bed post. The seal gleamed bright, shining throughout the room.
Snapping open, the capsule released the creature that was held
within. He was small, barely a two feet tall. But he was such a cute
little fellow. He was blue furred, with many white patches upon his
body. It was on the tips of his ears, the tips of his nubby hands and
feet, and the tips of his split tails. There was even a white patch
of fur around his neck, making it seem like a scarf.
"Meow..."
the Constraint Pokémon announced, as he glared around.
His
green eyes glared around the room he was trapped within. It was dark,
but slightly up-scale. A hotel bedroom, it would appear. Meowstic
walked his way over to the double glass doors, that lead to the hotel
room's balcony. He could see the massive city outside, and realized
he was on a higher floor within this room. His Trainer really did
enjoy her high up rooms. Speaking of his trainer. He
could hear her snoring. He turned over, gazing up to the bed he was
released near. On his tippy-toes, he walked over to her. His green
eyes were gleaming, as he made way for her person. Her slender foot
was tipped off the bed, while her loud, yet womanly, snores echoed
throughout. She would be pissed if she knew his nightly game. How he
freed himself from his Poké Ball, to roam about wherever she rest.
He never strayed too far, but far enough to know get a feel of the
surrounding area. But that's not the worse
of the game.
Ricka
Constant, his beloved trainer. She caught him when he was nothing but
a lonely Espurr, in the fields of Kalos. She trained him to become
the powerful Meowstic you see today. She even game him a name. It was
Miles. He loved her for that, maybe more than she could ever imagine.
But there was no way for him to show her his love, probably because
of his species. She was a human, he was a Pokémon. They were from
too completely opposite, yet completely attached, world.
Miles
climbed on Ricka's bed, to get a better look at her. She was a
beautiful twenty-year-old woman. She stood tall at six foot one
inches, and had such a wonderful body. Long red hair fell from her
head, spilling at and around her body. Despite her snores, she was
resting comfortably in the bed, even though she was joined by
another. Miles had to climb up to her face, in order to be near her. Yet
Ricka never stirred. She was such a heavy sleeper; it would take a
Craniodos to wake her up. He felt wrong for what he was about to do,
oh so very wrong. But how else could he show his master the love she
deserved? He couldn't do it when she was awake, so he could only
do
it when she's asleep. It was wrong, but it was him.
He
moved his face up to her resting one. His nub hand glided along her
smooth and tender cheeks. She reacted, but letting loose this
slumbering moan. Miles' eyes gleamed, as he threatened to open up his
ears. The moan drew him in, even further than before. Now, as he
straddled her chest, his face was only a few centimeters from her
face. Eyes growing half closed, he leaned even closer in. Then his
lips met her lips.
With
the ferocity of a lover, he explored her mouth with his tongue. He
lined her teeth with his tongue, her tongue with his tongue, the
insides of her cheeks, everywhere. He lapped up the saliva within
Ricka's mouth, as if it was the sweetest nectar he ever tasted. He
moaned within her mouth, where he heard another one. This time, it
came from her. Miles
pulled back, slightly terrified by how close he grew. To his surprise
and pleasure, Ricka was still asleep. Her body seemed to react from
his kiss however, as if it knew what he was doing. Miles pulled back,
hooking his nubby hands on the edge of her covers. He pulled them
down, bit by bit, seeing more of her white night-shirt. She only wore
t-shirts to bed and her panties. It made this much easier for him. He
dragged the covers down to the point that her covered chest was
exposed.
He
hated his master for this. Whenever they awoke in the morning, she
would jaunt around in her t-shirt and panties like it was nothing.
Her other Pokémon, his friends and family, never saw anything wrong
with it, but he did. He could barely contain himself when he saw her
like that; he wished he could ravish her then and there. But that's
wrong; he's a Pokémon, she's a human. This is the only way for him
to show his love for her.
He
began to fondle her large breasts. Ricka's bust was large. C-cups, at
the least, low Ds at the most. Most probably never noticed, maybe
because Ricka herself wasn't too keen on her own looks. But Miles
certainly noticed. He loved her pillowy mounds. Whenever she hugged
him close to his chest, he felt so aroused. But here, at night, he
had full and unbridled access to them.
He
kneaded Ricka's large breast with such passion. They were hard and
rough rubs, near painful if she was awake. Her body shook and pull
from the touch, yet she never woke from the touches. Instead, she
began panting within her own dreams. Those pants called out to Miles,
who instead increased his rubbing antics. He noticed Ricka's nipples
poke hard through her shirt; she never wore a bra at night. He poked
them, flicked them, even through the garb. It made him grunt from the
sheer joy of it.
Slowly,
he began to tug on her left breast only, while his other hand began
to treat himself. His penis wasn't particularly large, seeing as his
species wasn't big. But for them, he must have had a good package. At
least, that's what he always believed. Its not like he saw any other
Meowstic cocks in his day.
He
rubbed his penis furiously, jerking it off with a ferocity he had
never owned before. Pants escaped his small mouth, as he massaged his
trainer's tit at the same time. It got longer and even longer, before
finally making it to its end. He was sure his cock was at its hardest
point now, he stopped rubbing his master's breast.
She
was sweating now in her sleep, thanks to his antics. He was so happy
too. Ricka had such a delicate body, even though it was impossible to
wake her up. She still reacted to his touch in the way any lover
should. He was so pleased with this.
He
grabbed the top of Ricka's shirt, pulling it down as time went. First
came her cleavage, and soon after, her entire breasts. They flopped
from the freedom of exposure, as the white t-shirt now sat around her
stomach. He walked up to her large breasts, gazing at them with his
wide green eyes. How her nipples stood tall and erect against it all;
they melted his brain.
He
found his lips teasing one, kissing and nibbling upon it. His small
lips planted gentle kisses around her nipples, drawing closer ever
still Ricka grunted in her rest; surely she felt him. He began biting
on her nipple soon after, his teeth grinding against it. Ricka
groaned in her rest, and actually said a name. Yet she never woke up.
Quite his luck, right?
He
sucked on Ricka's nipple, like a child to his mother. He tried his
hardest to produce something from her, but she was not of that time
yet. He wondered, if Ricka had been lactating, how did her sweet milk
taste? If it was half like her saliva, it was wonderful. But merely
sucking on her skin, taking it into his mouth, and tasting it; this
was good enough. His
cock began to leak. He pulled up in shock, watching as his pre-cum
stained her shirt and skin. He fretted, fearing she would notice his
cum on her when morning came. Using his psychic powers, he pulled the
cum from her shirt, and tossed it to the ground. Gazing down to his
erect penis however, he gained an idea. Slowly, he glided it to
Ricka's breasts, and mushed it between her mountains. His trainer
moved, placing her hands onto her breasts. He couldn't believe his
luck, though he would need a bit more help. Using
more of his psychic powers in a risky manner, he forced her hands to
hold close her breasts on his small cock. She did so, and a smile
crept upon her lips. Miles began to pump his cock into her breasts
quickly now. He squeezed them and pulled on them, while his pelvis
shoved in and out of her as much as he pleased. His hard and coarse
pants echoed out through the air, as he shoved his cock through her
breasts. He felt his limit coming soon, as he cock finally expanded
to become almost too
great. Ricka's tits just felt so good! So soft, so tender; his cock
glided off of them with great ease.
His
eye grew shocked and green, as he came within her breast. His cum
spurted out between her breasts, filling her crevice with white and
steam. He sighed as he fell back, exhausted from the release he just
gave. His cock was still extremely hard, and Ricka was still
sleeping. He tugged on his penis to make it harder once again. It
grew large again, and started leaking some semen once again.
He
looked up to Ricka, still seeing her resting face. She was slightly
tense however, as if she could feel the cum that oozed between her
breast. Some of it lined down her body, and stopped right at her
belly button. Miles groaned, as his hand powerfully shuffled on his
cock. He felt it throbbing soon as well, which made his green eyes
grow wide. As if he had already reached his limit, he expelled even
more cum. He didn't even know his body could contain it all, as he
coated Ricka's large breasts with his seed.
Miles
once again fell, this time to the floor. He bumped his head against
it and groaned, before standing up. Climbing back onto the bed, he
stared down to Ricka's chest. So much cum; how could he hide it all?
Ricka would surely find it when she wakes up later. He'd need to
spend his share amount of time clearing all of this up.
It
was time to end this before it escalated any further. He had done his
fair share of damage anyway, better to end it now, than for it to
grow even worse. He used he started to use his psychic powers in
order to move the cum, but Ricka moved yet again. She pushed out her
arms and yawned, frightening Miles quite a bit. Then her arms fell
behind her bed, as if she were posing in her rest.
"Fffuuuu..."
he heard her whisper with her resting voice, "So warm..."
No,
she wasn't awake yet. She was still sleeping, just moving in her
rest. Miles let out a breath of relief, as he gazed at his Trainer.
There was something so sexy about his pose, he couldn't help but to
make his member grow strong again. Her lips pursed in an 'O' manner,
as she let a subtle whistle blow through. He began crawling up to
her, as he gazed at her lips. Once more, he gave his trainer a kiss,
tasting her tongue with his own tongue. She moaned into his mouth,
while she unconsciously fought back with her own tongue.
Miles
pulled back, shocked by the ferocity of how his trainer moved. If she
were asleep, did she unconsciously move her tongue like this all the
time? Maybe the aroused state of her body was making her do this,
which was plausible. Well, for him, at least. Maybe because of how
rock-hard his own cock was. He
still could use it; there was so much to do. But what would he do
first? He remembered how soft her lips were before, he wondered how
soft they would be against his cock. He rose his cock, planting it
upon her lips. Feeling her soft lips against his sensitive penis was
mind-numbing. He almost didn't know what to do next. Until Ricka
moved, unconsciously popping his penis' head into her mouth. Miles'
eyes rolled around in his skull, as he felt his dick move into her
moist mouth. Falling over, he grabbed the back of her head, whilst
moving forward with his cock.
He
slid his cock into his trainer's mouth, sliding it along her tongue.
It was still moving within her mouth, which means it constantly slid
across his hardened member. Miles nearly lost his mind from how great
it felt. Her saliva drenched his cock from the base, all the way up
to the top. And, for some reason, he felt a vacuum force take him.
His eyes grew wide as he was taken aback by this. Ricka was actually
sucking on his cock! How amazing could that be!
Miles'
hips began to rock back and forth, almost on their own. He slid his
cock in and out of her mouth, gliding it along her lashing tongue.
His moans were so cute for anyone hearing them. It was like a little
boy was jerking off for the first time, and was steadily coming to an
orgasm. Speaking of orgasm, Miles could feel his coming. He knew it
was wrong to do this, but he wanted so much to cum within her mouth
and throat. But Ricka would surely awaken from the feel of his warm
and hot seed pouring down her. So
the Meowstic quickly sprung up, and released his semen upon her face
instead. He was gasping hard, and so was Ricka. He didn't know if he
had suffocated her with his penis, but he was too busy trying to
catch his own breath. And Ricka still
didn't wake up. How hard did his Trainer sleep? Had some Pokémon
used Hypnosis on her? She was sleeping like he did during a battle
sometimes! He came in her breasts, on her breasts, on her face,
nothing. He fondled her, sucked her nipples, made-out with her, still
nothing. Ricka was harder to wake up than a Snorlax, and that
appeared to be no exaggeration.
Miles'
hard cock was still so great. He needed to relinquish it. But how?
There was only one way, it seems. His green eyes shined great, and
his ears opened up. Suddenly, the blankets that covered Ricka's body,
were tossed to the ground. He gazed down to her half-naked body,
breasts and face covered in so much of his cum. He felt horrible for
this, but how else was he going to show Ricka his love? Yeah.
That's why he was doing this. To show her how much he loved
her. And there was one ultimate way to do this. The manner of his
penis, inside of her vagina. This was going to a stretch for Miles,
even he realized this as he walked toward her legs. He glared at her
panties, seeing they were black and soaked from her wetness. His
actions to her during her rest truly triggered her arousal.
This
was stupid. He pulled down her panties. He shouldn't be doing this.
His cock began to press against her pussy. She would wake up, surely.
Ricka moaned from the gentle and glancing touch. He rubbed his cock
up and down her slit, lathering it in her juices. It would make it
easier for what he was about to do.
He
grabbed her thighs, and eased his cock into her inviting pussy. His
dick slid in, where it met initial resistance. This was bad, but he
kept pushing. He wasn't trying to force his way through, for fear
that would wake Ricka up. Instead, he just oozed in as easily as, yet
as powerfully, as he could. Before he knew it, his cock was sitting
inside of her pussy, right up to the base. And it felt so grand. He
thought his cock would melt, if such a thing were possibly. And he
dutifully prayed it wasn't. Miles
began moving his hips, back and forth. His hands sat above her pussy,
holding himself in place as he moved his hips slowly. Ricka was
moaning these silent moans with each pump of his hard and throbbing
cock. Yet her eyes never opened to show consciousness. Miles grunted,
as he began thrusting even harder. Ricka's sultry moans picked up in
pace, matching with every thrust. Yet she still
remained silent, even as he was raping
her. No!
Not rape! This is not rape! He was simply making
love
to her! That's not rape, is it!? So what if she was sleeping, and not
able to interact with him, that didn't make it rape. That didn't make
it rape. If she were awake, they'd do the same thing, right? She'd
still allow him to do this to her, right? If that's the case, then
why wasn't she awake?
The
thought of waking up his trainer did cross Miles' mind, but he didn't
do it. Instead, he started to cry softly, while he picked up the pace
of his humping. He violated her pussy as powerfully and as quick as
he pleased, while his hold on her body increased. For the umpteenth
time this night, he found his loins flourishing. He pumped even
harder because of it, reaching as deeply in Ricka as he could with
his rock-hard cock.
"Ah!
Ah! Ah!" Ricka moaned with slumbering lust, coinciding with his
many thrusts.
This
was a much greater feeling that the other two times. Ricka's breasts
and mouth were amazing, but her dripping wet cunt was something else.
He couldn't help but to release his psychic powers, as he unleashed
his load. Ears folding up, he revealed the gleaming lights beneath,
while his own eyes shined. Finally, his cock released all the cum he
had within at that time.
It
overflowed within Ricka's vagina; Miles' cum did. His cock finally
went limp, unable to grow strong after this fourth release. He fell
back from his trainer, landing on his butt. Gazing forward, he saw
his seed leak out from her pussy. Miles eyes closed.
Only
a few moments later, he launched up. He didn't know how much time had
passed since he dozed off, but this couldn't be good. His cum was
still on Ricka's breasts, face, and leaking from her pussy. He needed
to clean all of this up, and quick. Using his psychic powers, he
tossed off the cum that lathered her body. He lifted it all with his
psychic mind, and carried it off into the hotel room bathroom.
Dropping it into the sink, he thought his actions were over. Never
again. That's what he told himself. Never again. He would never allow
himself to succumb to such animalistic urges ever
again! He prayed at least. He loved Ricka, he truly did. He would do
anything
for his master. But he couldn't do that. He could never make love to
her like he wanted too, never awaken and tell her these feelings he
had. It was wrong, an invasion of privacy, and morals.
He
was simply wrong.Miles
used his psychic prowess to move Ricka's shirt back up on her body,
and too place the covers back as well. She reacted pleasantly to the
feel of her blankets, for she stopped her shivering. Afterward, the
Meowstic found his Poké Ball, and returned inside.
... "Shit..."
Ricka groaned, as she gazed at herself in the mirror, "Fuckin'
Miles... Fuckin came in me again..."
her panties were on the floor, still soaked from the other night, "I
can't believe that little bugger... fuckin came in me... he's really
getting ahead of himself..." she opened her pussy, allowing some
the remnants of his cum to leak out, "Raping me at sleep. Should be
lucky I love the feeling. Gotta keep my voice down though... next
time, I might not be so good..."
Ricka
smiled.