Cascoon... I dunno it has no real title

Story by pokephilefantasy on SoFurry

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Another story, another Pokemon. It's from a time when a random generator dictated the Pokemon, so I had to!

Sorry about the formating, but it somehow doesn't allow me to make it look normal towards the end :/ It kept adding abstracts when I added words and spaces and then it kept removing abstracts again so I gave up @@


Once again I find myself opposite to a Pokemon that seems kinda hard to get into. In both a literal and figurative sense. Hidden away in a hardened silk shell of its own making, this Pokemon waits, motionless, as its body undergoes metamorphosis. Cascoon try to avoid confrontation by hiding themselves under leaves, however, when attacked, they opt to stoically endure whatever is thrown at them. 'What doesn't kill me, makes me stronger', as the saying goes, however, they would probably add another part about evening scores once their transformation is complete. Cascoon never forgive and

and Cascoon never forget.

Not seeing any obvious points of entry, I begin exploring the round shell that hides this Pokemon's currently transforming body. People are probably surprised to hear that there's quite a bit of surface to explore on this 2'04" high oval Pokemon. I have no idea if he (or so the Pokedex tells me) sees my touch as an attack, already plotting my eventual downfall, or as unexpected but enjoyable attention, that may even deserve to be rewarded one day. So far, so good. Nothing. The shell seems to form a perfect seal. Well, almost perfect. A lesser man might think about using the two holes this Pokemon just happened to leave open in its otherwise solid armor, arguing that it would not be the first time nature created multi-purposed orifices. Well, just think of the birds cloaca, most mouths, or the dolphins blowhole!

I feel his red eyes fixated on me now and wonder if I might have spoken my last thoughts out loud.... 'Oh I would never! Don't look at me like that' I say, as I slowly turn his eyes away from me. Turning? What if... Flipping the probably annoyed Pokemon over, I move my hand over his underside. 'Gotcha.' Here, near the center of his body, the cocoon slightly gives way to pressure. Carefully testing out the limits, I'm surprised to feel the faintest of movements coming from below. Moving my hands to the edges of this soft area, I also notice a difference in temperature. The insides of his cocoon must be rather hot.

This might just be as good as its going to get, so without further ado, I step out of my jeans and boxers and straddle his body, rubbing my cock against his, if not really soft, at least softer, part of his body. Enjoying the heat and the friction as I slowly dryhump my partner, I try to be mindful not to put too much force into my movements. Though I trust that he can bear the occasional deep jab, after all I've seen these Pokemon take more punishment than I believe to be able to dish out like this. The cocoon at least shows no sign of giving in.Having left quite a bit of precum in my wake, I feel its time to move this meeting towards its final stage. Using one hand to press my hard-on against Cascoon's body, I speed up my movements. Coming closer and closer to release, I notice that, whatever is moving below the surface of Cascoon's shell, has too, increased its pace. quietly hoping its a sign of enjoyment, rather than distress. Finally, release! Thick ropes of sticky semen shot away over the Pokemon's body. The next few splash against his purple cocoon. Slowing down, milking out the last drops of cum, I leave a small puddle on his body. Catching my breath as I step away from him, I circle around his body, assessing my work. Almost nervous about entering Cascoon's field of vision again, I am greeted by... the same angry look he wore since the very beginning, only upside down now. Go figure. Well, almost. His attention seems to be divided now, switching between fixing his gaze on me and squinting to follow a single drop of cum, slowly trickling down between his eyes, towards the ground. Suppressing the urge to laugh out loud, I decide it would be better to find some towels to clean him up, not wanting to give him any more reasons to hold a grudge against me in the future. Then again, this was surprisingly enjoyable. It might just be worth the trouble later.