Chapter 20 - Fainted: Pangoro

Author’s Note:
Vital Throw is a bad move. That is all.

Current Party:
Zip the Magnezone. Continent the Mudsdale. Bahamut the Salamence. Ribbon the Sylveon. Trill the Golisopod.

Po the Pangoro, knocked out by Blissey during the Totem Ribombee fight. 

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Abby couldn’t move, the weight on her was just too much. It crushed her down into the grass, immobilizing her no matter how hard she tried to struggle. Her arms were pinned out on either side of her head, and her legs just couldn’t get enough leverage to try and push that weight off her. It bore down harder the more she struggled, a softness concentrated on her back that spilled over her slim form. Her tits were being crushed underneath her body, compressed by her ribs so hard that it felt like tears would come to her eyes. She was utterly helpless, trapped, and unable to do more than twitch her fingers.

“Paaaan,” Po growled in her ear, sharp teeth nipping hard and making Abby jerk. But pinned beneath his body as she was, there was no escape. She groaned as her Pokemon continued to bite and nibble at her ear, sharp teeth working down to tug gently at the lobe as she squirmed and gasped.  

His breath was hot as it washed over her, coming in deep, panting rasps. It left the side of her face feeling hot and damp as the big Pokemon panted, growling his lust right into her ear in a way that sent shivers racing down her spine. He was playing with her now, enjoying the way she shifted and squirmed beneath his weight, the way she was helpless under his bulk as he pinned her down, heavy stomach squishing against the small of her back. And more than that, he enjoyed the way she rubbed against him with every helpless little struggle. The fat spike of his dick was jammed down between Abby’s thick thighs, rubbing against her slit with every movement she made. Her thighs smothered it in sweet friction, even as her leaky mound lavished it with warm cunt honey.

It was torture. Sweat and pleasurable, but torture nonetheless. 

“H-hurry up,” she whimpered. But while Pangoro growled, his cock throbbing at her plea, he didn’t oblige. His hips continued to work in long, slow motions, sawing up and down the length of her slit, coating himself in her honey to the point of dripping, while simultaneously hanging thick loops of pre across her lips. There was no hurry to his motions, no urgency. She could feel the tension in his muscles as he held her down, but he kept it out of his hips.

Thrust, and then a long, slow grind that made her whimper and tense her arms as he drew himself back. Thrust, his weight coming down hard, pushing her into the grass as his belly squished against her back, soft against her arched spine. Thrust, her toes curled and her fingers clawed at the grass, her muscles trying to tense and twitch but locked into stillness by the weight and strength that lay upon her. 

“Po!” It was half a command, half a moan, and completely ignored by the bulky Pokemon as he continued to slowly grind against his trainer. There was probably a lesson here about patience or something, but the Pangoro had long since stopped trying to teach his trainer about anything that wasn’t being a prime piece of fuckmeat. 

His cock was slathered in her foamy, desperate arousal, the dusty black length dripping as he sawed back and forth in firm motions. The thick, barrel shaft parting her lips as he pressed against her, squishing her puffy labia as he left her trembling. She needed something, anything! Her body was trembling with all the pent-up lust, and she couldn't express it! His weight kept her pinned, his paws held down her arms, and his legs twined with hers. Her muscles ached with all the unexpected, horny need of a bitch in heat, but she couldn't do anything. Couldn't kick, couldn't squirms, couldn't relieve her own aching lust. Her whole body was trapped motionless except for her twitching, clenching pussy. It was sheer torture, and her whimpering, pleading cries did nothing to speed up Po's slow, lazy enjoyment.

"Please," she babbled, tears of frustration running down her cheeks as she strained uselessly against his weight. "Please, please, please, please!"

How long had they been like this? How long had he been torturing her? She couldn't tell, minutes felt like hours, and time had slipped away from her into a blur of teasing pleasure.

"Poooooooo," her voice was a twisted, warbling cry. It felt like her brain was melting and running out her ears, leaking away on a tide of pussy juices. 

"Pan?" The big Pokemon rumbled in her ear and mercifully stopped moving. She could feel his heartbeat through his cock, the fat log twitching and nudging her pussy with each pulse of blood. Her cunt was a gushing, leaky mess, his slow thrusts stirring up her arousal and his own leaking pre into a foamy, clinging goo that coated them both and filled the air with the potent reek of sex.

"Fuck me. Please, " Abby whimpered. With a huff, the big Pokemon shook his head and started his slow, teasing thrusts again.

"Noooooo," Abby’s voice was a pathetic, broken whine that made Po's ears twitch in annoyance. But he stopped moving, looking down at her. He wanted something specific, and until that cock-broken little brain figured it out his trainer wasn't going to get what she so desperately needed.

“I... I…” She knew what he wanted, it had become almost an addiction for the huge Pokemon. Ever since the first time she’d begged him to breed her, Po had demanded she keep doing it. Every session would only end when she was crying for him to knock her up, begging him to dump her womb full of virile seed and turn her into a mother. Even for Abby, it was an embarrassing demand, and it usually took a bit of work before she let the baby-crazy bubble up to the surface.

“Pangoro,” he urged, his voice rumbling and unyielding. Prompting her to go on. And to give her that extra bit of motivation, he drew back, letting his fat head nudge against her lips, oozing pre right into her soft little folds - a taste of the flood to come. 

“Okay, okay.” Abby broke, her fragile defiance crumbling like an eggshell, collapsing into splinters under the pressure of her Pokemon’s will. At the end of the day, she was not their master anymore. They may have obeyed her in combat, but outside of it, Abby answered their orders. 

“I… I want you to breed me, Po,” she whispered, her face burning crimson red as she said it. If he didn’t have her pinned, she would have been hiding behind her arms, unable to look the big Pokemon in the face as she said the words. They felt so right coming out of her mouth, so satisfying to both her and Po. It scratched an itch deep inside of her, made her feel the kind of bliss that almost nothing else could. 

Well…. There was one other thing that could make her feel that good. 

Long, thick inches of Pokecock slammed into her cunt and she squealed happily, toes curling and fingers digging at the grass as Po sheathed himself in a single motion, his cock banging off her cervix. The impact made her stomach bulge, digging at the soft grass and loam beneath them, and driving the breath from Abby’s lungs. Which was a shame, because she wasn’t getting any more until she begged for it. Breathless and gasping for air, Abby let out a thready, airless whine. Po was working his hips, grinding his head against her cervix as he stirred his cock inside her, stretching her clenching, shaking walls. 

His rumbled command shook her bones, echoing through her chest as he wordlessly bit at her ear, sharp teeth sending pain lancing up through her. It hurt, but in a dominant and animalistic way that only made the whole thing even hotter. She was being bred by a Pokemon, by an animal. Her cunt spasmed, milking Po, but he resisted, remaining still but for the slow stirring of his hips, waiting for his trainer to regain her voice. He’d have what he wanted, and she wouldn’t get what she needed until he was satisfied. One pathetic plea wasn’t enough, he wanted her to sing for him.

"P-po, please," Abby whispered, twisting her head around to look him in the eye, her own huge and soft and pleading as she stared into his soul. "Give me a whole PC full of eggs."

The slow, gentle pronebone ended in an instant as Po's breeding instincts took over. Broad, strong hips rose up and then slammed down with bruising, punishing force. Abby screamed, her voice a warbling cry as her stomach bulged and all that weight crashed down on top of her. The slap of fur on flesh echoed loudly off the surrounding trees, mingling with Abby’s pathetic, lust-filled cry. The impact crushed her tits into the dirt and compacted her fat ass beneath pounds of bulky muscle and fur.

And then Po was off. Rising up, his weight holding her still before slamming back down. It wasn't so much thrusting as letting gravity take him, his weight beating her into the dirt and grass as he snarled and roared. The spongy head of his cock brutalized her cervix, smearing it with leaky spurts of pre even as he stretched her channel past capacity. The bulge in her stomach was actually digging into the soft ground, gouging out a furrow as he took his pent-up lust and frustration out on his beloved trainer.

"Goro," he snarled into her ear, biting at her shoulder in feral dominance. His teether were sharp, but he managed to keep at least a little control, speckling her skin with little red pricks and marks, rather than savage bite wounds. 

"Do it," Abby gasped. "Do it, do it, do it."

With a snarl, a thunderous rumble that vibrated her chest, Po drove himself home. Crashing against his trainer like a breaking wave, burying her a little further into the dirt as crushed sod and soft earth clung to her skin. Her poor ass was bruised from his weight, but that didn't keep him from roughly grinding against it, zero-inch thrusts that just pushed the poor, smothered girl into the dirt.

She felt his balls twitch against her thighs, felt his cock jerk inside of her. And then she felt the blissful rush she'd been waiting for, the hot pulse of him inside as the first rope of cum was fired against her cervix with splattering force, a finger thick ribbon of pearly white, teeming with billions of determined swimmers. She could feel the deep tingle inside her, feel the heat as Po came again and again. She knew this feeling, and she never got tired of it. Of the building ache as she was filled past capacity, the bubbling slip of cum spurting past the thick, black cork of his cock. And, finally, the little hitch and relief as her cervix surrendered, and with nowhere else to go cum poured straight into her womb as an unstoppable tide.

Abby groaned happily, tongue lolling from her mouth as Po lay atop her, his huge body eclipsing hers as he panted and drooled, thick ropes of saliva dripping from his panting jaws to run down her upturned cheek.

"Think we managed the impossible this time?" She teased, her voice hazy with lust and fatigue.

"Pan. Pan Pangoro Pan."

"You're right. Maybe another round for safety."