Chapter 9 - Fainted: Ariados and Salandit

Author's Notes:
Weirdly enough, Ariados is actually less creepy to me than Spinarak is. I don't know how the hell that works, but I don't literally shiver in revulsion every time I see him. Which made this chapter miles more enjoyable to write. 

Also, Dragon Rage is broken as hell at low levels. Dragon Rage sees your stat buffs, Dragon Rage just doesn't care. 

Current Party:
Zip the Magnemite. Ribbon the Sylveon. Continent the Mudbray. Bahamut the Bagon.

Queen the Salandit and Webby the Ariados - knocked out in Lush Jungle by Totem Lurantis.

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Abby let out a muffled groan as Queen mashed her jaws against the trainer’s mouth, an awkward kiss that felt teeth scraping against Abby’s dark skin. For a moment the young woman tried to hold her breath, but in the end, there was no point, and opened her lips in surrender, letting Queen breath a thick plume of purple-pink smoke into her mouth. The poisonous, pheromone laden fog poured down into her lungs, tingling and burning in a way that made Abby’s whole body feel burning hot. She groaned, coils of smoke spiraling from her nose and lips, drifting upward into the night to be slowly blown away by the Alolan wind.

But the poison was already in her, far from deadly, but no less effective. Her blood felt like it was practically boiling, her whole body burning hot. And she could feel it burning in her very core, a blazing furnace centered on her needy, achingly empty womb.

“H-holy hell,” she breathed, her voice shaking as Queen grinned down at her, the little lizard blowing another wash of poisoned smoke into her trainer’s face. “N-no wonder the boys all... all like you so much.”

Abby let her head loll back, feeling dizzy as the poison pheromones raged through her body. Tingling warmth washed back and forth through her, her cunt feeling like it was on fire, steaming in the cool, night air. She could feel the throbbing emptiness of her womb demanding to be filled. To be washed in hot, sticky jizz until she was a bloated, drooling mess. Her dilated pupils stared up into the night sky, and all she could see were constellations forming the shape of dicks.

“Salandit! Sal, Saaaaaaal~” Queen purred up on her shoulder, the little thing smugly proud of how much she could affect her trainer.

Her words were a signal, and the second member of tonight’s fun stalked forward, pointed legs digging little divots into the soft grass. Webby had grown quite a bit in his evolution, but strangely enough, it endeared him more to his trainer. He no longer looked like a spider to her eyes, his legs moved with fluid purpose rather than wild skittering. His eyes were too big and expressive - and too few - to unnerve her. Something about him just…. Didn’t trigger her phobia. A fact she was eternally grateful for.

Because he’d grown in more ways than one. Purple and yellow, his cock hung beneath his body, looking almost like another leg to Abby’s lust-glazed eyes. Impressively sized and glistening with a thin coating of purple poison just as harmless as the stuff she was breathing, an aphrodisiac poison designed to bring a mate into sleepy, pleasure-filled compliance. Even more dripped from his tip, a poisoned spike ready to be driven into his prey.

“Oooooooooh, fuuuuck,” Abby groaned, spreading her legs for Webby, welcoming him in as he pressed himself against her body, pinning her back to a tree. On Abby’s shoulder, Queen gives a little growl of approval, puffing smoke out for both Webby and Abby to breathe. Webby chitters happily, barely affected, but Abby can only groan, trying to voice the almost unbearable heat and lust that’s building up inside her. She’s a boiling cauldron, a pot with the lid pressed down tight. Pressure building and building until she just can’t take it anymore.

“Please,” she groans, rolling her hips against Webby and ruining his aim as he tries to drive forward. His cock sliding along her thigh, leaving a trail of burning heat that feels so good it’s painful.

“I need this,” she pants, her voice thick with lust and the poison. “I need this, Webby. I need… fuck… I need you to fuck me. Please. Please~”

Her voice is desperate, pleading with her Pokemon who’s only too happy to oblige. But the pressure inside her is building, lust and heat raging inside her until she can barely think, her brain lost to a pink fog as Queen forces her into another kiss, another blast of poison smoke shotgunned straight into her lungs. And then she can't think at all, her mind nothing but a hazy whirlwind of pink heat and dicks. Her mind washed in desperate thoughts of getting fucked, getting bred, getting dominated. She wants her whole team on her, wants to feel them taking her all at once. Wants to feel them fighting over her, over her body, over who gets to stuff her so full of cum that she’s leaking.

So lost to the haze of poison lust, she can’t even feel anything that’s happening to her. The sheer sensation coming from her overstimulated body too overwhelming for her addled brain to process. A blinding, drowning white noise of pleasure and pain that leaves her gasping and moaning without hearing her voice. She can’t properly feel anything until purple-white cum is pumping into her womb, painting her pink walls with the sheer tide that’s being delivered. Pleasurable, sedative-laced poison seeping into her deepest reaches, finally easing some of the heat, some of the desperate, mind breaking need. Blinking hazily, Abby stares up at her Pokemon. Webby clicking his mandibles at her in concern, Queen still perched on her shoulder, arms crossed sulkily and with her mouth webbed shut.

“Mmmm fine,” Abby manages, though her head still feels thick and her heart is still racing in her chest. She still feels painfully hot, her tingling cunt so sensitive that even the slight motion of Webby starting to withdraw enough to make her cry out and hug him so tightly he has to go still.

A few minutes pass like that, with Abby just clutching him close, waiting for at least some of the painful over-sensitivity to pass. And when it finally does she smiles up at him, eyes still dilated and slightly glassy, her face still flushed red as she pants for breath.

“T-think… think I’m going to need another dose or two,” she tells him, an addled smile on her face. “And… and maybe another few after that. J-just to be safe.”

