Pokémon: Plasma Perils [cliffracer]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

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Name: Tamara Kushnir
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: [Ref 1] [Ref 2] Tamara is a decently tall darkskinned woman, easily identifiable by her bright green eyes and preference for wearing black chokers and small silver earrings. Her hair is long and straight and goes down to her shoulderblades, and she keeps it suprisingly nice despite being a trainer. Tamara likes to wear red leather jackets with low-cut t-shirts underneath, and usually wears white shorts until it gets so cold that she has to switch to black jeans. Tamara has a DD cup chest and good hips, with a great butt to match. She's almost hourglass figure, though she's a little more topheavy. Her underwear is pretty nice, though her t-shirt has issues concealing her lacy bra.
Biography: Tamara is a trainer that comes from Driftveil City in Unova, and lived there for most of her childhood. At 17 she met a Nincada that she became quick friends with, and it couldn't be at a better time. She was starting to get wanderlust being in town all the time, never having an excuse to leave and explore. With Lex at her back, she was finally able to go places she had never been before, deciding to label herself as a Trainer while she was at it. She met her Growlithe at 18 and her Roselia not long after, and was very satisfied with the little team she had put together. Over the next few years they all found the chance to evolve, and she got some decent battle and survival experience under her belt while she was at it. She hasn't pursued the Pokemon League, figuring it not her type of thing, but she likes to help out sometimes when she finds a chance.

As a person Tamara is pretty level-headed, though she tends to get a bit heated from time to time. She's kind towards her Pokemon and tries to be supportive if they have any issues of their own to deal with. She does enjoy letting her Pokemon be outside of their balls, since the only BIG pokemon she has is her Arcanine, and tends to sleep against him for warmth at night. Tamara can be a little mischeivous from time to time if she catches someone eyeing her up, she finds it fun to get people excited, consequences be damned. If she goes a bit too far, she is at least fine with dealing with the problems she causes that way, too.
Team:

Name: Lex
Species: Ninjask
Nature: Impish
Moves: Bug Bite, Agility, Feint Attack, Return


Name: Tybalt (though, she also calls him Tybbs or 'T')
Species: Arcanine
Nature: Jolly
Moves: Odor Sleuth, Flamethrower, Body Slam, Leer


Name: Morrigan
Species: Roserade
Nature: Naughty
Moves: Sweet Scent, Venom Drench, Poison Sting, Razor Leaf
Inventory: 5 Potions, 2 Super Potions, 4 Pokeballs, 3 Pecha Berries, 5 Oran Berries, A jar of Honey, A length of rope.
Kinks: Anthro, feral, gangbangs, dickgirls/futanari, nonstandard genetalia, large penetrations, excessive amounts of cum/minor cumflation, oviposition and egglaying, tentacles, breast expansion, bondage, deepthroating/facefucking
Turn-Offs: Bathroomplay of any kind, guro, vore, pain-play

As a trainer, life was filled with adventure after adventure. With your Pokémon at your side and Unova as your oyster, you had trekked the region for years, battling and exploring, making rivals and friends. Your quest to wander the world and see all there was to see took you everywhere from the deepest caves to the highest mountains. Anything worth exploring, anything new to experience was fair game for you. So, when staying at the Nimbasa Pokémon center, you had heard nearby Lostlorn forest had been undergoing some suspicious changes as of late, you knew where next your party would be headed. To hear the other trainers tell it, strange men had been seen outside the path leading into the forest, shooing people away. When the men finally left, the few brave enough to venture deeper in came upon a huge fence cordoning it off.

That much could be confirmed; you now stood before the tall chain linked fencing that stretched as far as the eye could see in either direction off the dirt road. The gate, just as tall and imposing, is held shut with multiple heavy padlocks. Twice your height and lined with barbed wire, you can't help but wonder who would put such effort into sealing off a forest. Why would they do it? What was going on inside this barrier that was so important? You had to know... But first, you had to decide how you'd get in. Truthfully, it wouldn't stand much of a chance against your Pokémon, but destroying a section would definitely alert whoever put it up to your intrusion. Perhaps there was a gap somewhere? Or maybe you could risk climbing it...

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Tamara stands with her arms crossed as she looks over this gigantic fence in front of her. It was ticking all the checkmarks for an exciting exploration. Guarded by shady men, lots of locks on the gate, barbed wire, not to get started on the size of the fence itself... She wanted in, but with the percieved importance of the area to whoever owns it, she couldn't just have Tybalt melt a hole in the fence and assume there would be no issues for her later down the line. Unfortunately, she had to have a little more nuance about how she got past this fence, which meant working a little harder too. She lets Lex out of his Pokeball, already getting an idea. A Ninjask in a forest like this should be pretty innocuous as a scout, not to mention fast...
"I'm gonna need your eyes, Lex; I want past this fence without cutting myself on the barbed wire. Can you do a quick sweep of the area for me? I need you to bring me to a gap I could fit through, or... maybe a tree with a branch that could let me jump over cleanly."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The cicada Pokémon gives you a few curious chitters as you explain what you need from him, but ultimately nods his head towards you. The sharp, constant buzzing of his wings picks up as he flicks about for a moment before speeding off to the left of the path through the overgrowth. You wait for what seems like forever before your ears pick up the familiar him approaching from the distance. Lex reappears from his journey, clicking his mandibles at you as if to draw your attention, before buzzing back in the direction he came, stopping every so often to allow you to catch up with him.

About five minutes of trekking through the shrubbery that butts up to the fence, you see it; a rather large dent of sorts in the chain link. It looks as if something large had slammed itself into the fence and bent the metallic wiring outwards. Maybe one of the wild Pokémon who wasn't too pleased with their confinement. Regardless, the warped fencing was torn from the ground along its lower parts, giving you a gap to try and crawl through between the grass below and the jagged metal links.

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Team:

Name: Lex
Species: Ninjask
Nature: Impish
Moves: Bug Bite, Agility, Feint Attack, Return


Name: Tybalt (though, she also calls him Tybbs or 'T')
Species: Arcanine
Nature: Jolly
Moves: Odor Sleuth, Flamethrower, Body Slam, Leer


Name: Morrigan
Species: Roserade
Nature: Naughty
Moves: Sweet Scent, Venom Drench, Poison Sting, Razor Leaf

Inventory: 5 Potions, 2 Super Potions, 4 Pokeballs, 3 Pecha Berries, 5 Oran Berries, A jar of Honey, A length of rope.

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It's a tense wait while Lex is off scouting for Tamara. She spends the time watching for the reappearance of any guards, thankful when none show up before Lex gets back to her... with what seems like good news! She smiles to him and follows quickly, glad to get away from that gate before any company shows up. The fact that the spot Lex found was that far away was practically a relief in its own right, being too close to the path they had could have ended up with her being spotted by patrols... if this was that kind of place. Not interested in finding out.

Tamara could only raise her eyebrows when she sees the place Lex found. Seeing a big dent in the chain link like that would be concerning, but she'd understand if a Pokemon really wanted past it and it was in its way. She pats Lex on the head, smiling wide at him. "Good find, Lex! Thank you!" After letting him respond, she returns him to his ball and crawls under that gap, widening and deepening the hole if she ends up needing to.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The Ninjask chitters joyously at your praise before he's once again absorbed by his Pokéball. The gap, you find, is a hard squeeze, but once that's managed with enough finessing and a little bit of soil scooping. As you worm your way to the other side, your hand ends up squishing into a small puddle if some kind of residue. A quick inspection once you're safely within the fence is confusing to say the least.

It's a fluid, rather sticky in texture and.. Well, the milky white color and thick consistency gives you a few less than savoury ideas on what it might be. There's no way that was what it was! It didn't even smell like spunk. It was... Piney, in scent. Must've been some kind of sap. Maybe left by a grass type, like Morrigan.

Unfortunate hand placement aside, you're now within Lostlorn's cordoned off zone. The area around the fence has been recently cleared; stumps and torn foliage line the first few meters directly within. After that, though, it's bushes and trees as far as the eye can see. It's a bit daunting, but as an experienced trainer, you've grown accustomed to spotting out the easiest paths through difficult terrain.

There seems to be a natural dip in the landscape to the northeast, a small decline devoid of the heavier foliage. To the northwest, another path of lesser resistance, though it seems that path was not natural, but forced. Something had recently crushed that area down, leading to a makeshift footpath if you follow its tracks.

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Tamara has to sit on her knees for a spell as she inspects the fluid she accidentally stuck her hand in to. She's glad it wasn't positioned a little worse, having all of this smeared on the rest of her would've been... annoying. Her best guess as to what this stuff could possibly be has her grimacing; if this actually was cum, the fact that it didn't seem to be fresh just made it worse. Frowning and wiping her hand clean in a fresh patch of grass, she stands away from the puddle and surveys the forest. Scouting out the two possible paths she could take, she had an interesting choice to make. Going down the path that seems to have been trampled through would help her survey for any larger Pokemon that could make themselves a threat to her, but running in to one in such a dense forest is less than ideal. Going the other way is more natural and it also means she might end up reconnecting with the path in, which has its own risks.

Pursing her lips as she decides, she chooses to go northwest. Knowledge of the area's Pokemon should make things easier in the long run, she's hoping.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Onwards you push, deciding to follow the broken in trail of whatever came through here before. The landscape itself is rather easy to traverse without the foliage up under your feet, a few tree limps here or there impeding your progress but overall a simple hike. You do note that every so often, one of the trees you pass by seems to be scarred up by something. Lines are slashed into the bark, as if something had purposefully marked them. Plenty of Pokémon did that, so it was somewhat hard to narrow down what exactly you were trailing, but it was a good sign that you were within its scope of territory.

A few more minutes of trekking leads you to a clearing of sorts, where the brush thins out and the trees begin to grow more spacious. The sun piercing the canopy allows for grass to sprout up and grow freely. A few wild flowers even sway gently in the breeze that caresses the landscape. It's quite idealic and pretty; the perfect place for Pokémon to grass. You needed only look a bit further and you were sure you'd come across something.

Or... It, come across you.

You barely have time to spin around and face it once you hear it's cry; cloven hooves built to stride through the forest without a sound giving it an advantage of terrain. By the time you can see it, the beast is upon you, slamming its body into your chest and sending you toppling over. From the ground, you've an opportunity to see it properly, and thank the stars it hit you shoulder first instead of head on.

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Tamara takes good note of the markings she saw on the trees, but without any definitive evidence of what Pokemon was making them, she knew about as much as she did before; that it was big. It was comforting to know that it wouldn't be sneaking up on her, if its territory is stomped through and marked so thoroughly. The clearing was practically the best place she could be in this Pokemon's territory.

She thought, before the ambush. The unexpected tackle sends her first sliding, then rolling through the grass. As she deals with having the wind knocked out of her she gets a look at her assailant, hand going to the Pokeballs at her belt. She didn't have a Pokedex like she heard a couple trainers had, so she had to work with her experience dealing with Pokemon only. From the bush-like thing on its head, part-antler and part-foliage, she figured it was probably Grass-type. She remembers the puddle of probably-cum she found earlier and its odd properties- there was a possibility that this Pokemon was its source, which concerns her some.

Still, she needs to protect herself. She tosses the middle ball on her belt to even the field with her Arcanine, not standing yet. "We've got a situation, Tybalt! Stare him down!" Now that she's told Tybalt to Leer she's getting off the ground, hoping she'll have the cover she needs.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The presence of your ferocious beast seems to do little to dissuade the Sawsbuck, whose aggression is not particularly weakened by your Arcanine's withering gaze, even if it's defensive posture slackens in response to the glare in favor of a more aggressive stance. It scratches the forest floor with a large hoofs, kicking up dirt as it looks to charge Tybalt, who has put himself between you and the grass type out of instinct. It launches itself forwards, galloping towards your Arcanine before rearing back on its hind legs and kicking out at the side of your gallant canid.

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Sawsbuck uses Jump Kick; roll of 55
Arcanine avoidance; roll of 45

It connects with his back leg, causing him to jerk to the side from the impact. From behind him, you have a suspicion confirmed. With the buck on his hind legs, you can see it plain as day; a hard, curved and to your embarrassment, big pink shaft stands proudly between its legs. You knew Pokémon obviously mated to have eggs but... Well, you'd never seen a Pokémon cock before! Maybe this was why it seemed so aggressive? Caught in a rut with no mate to be seen.

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Tamara is on her feet as Tybalt takes the hit.
""Tybalt! Are you--"

She trails off at the sight of the large pink thing hanging between the Sawsbuck's legs. She's seen a couple of human dicks before, but she never thought she'd see what a Pokemon's looked like... She wasn't even sure they had them! The fact that it was as big as it is doesn't help matters at all. She's getting distracted, though; she wants to calm this thing down, but it's acting way too aggressive to risk that without catching it.

""Alright! Tybalt, hit it with a Flamethrower! We're gonna tire it out!"

She backs off a little, wishing to make some space in case the Sawsbuck tries something bigger.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

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Flamethrower vs Sawsbuck; 10 vs 17, miss
Megahorn vs Tybalt; 74 vs 97, miss

As you call out, Tybalt complies and opens his maw wide. The fire type unleashes a gout of flames that stream towards the angry buck. Proving itself rather nimble, the stag manages to bounce to the left to avoid the searing attack. Lowering its head towards the ground, the beast stamps the dirt once more before charging at Tybalt with intent to gore. Luckily, your canine is well trained and manages to avoid the foliage covered horns by ducking low and shoulder checking the grass type so it stumbles and goes rolling across the dirt just feet from you. As it rolls about to right itself, you're given another close look at its member.

... And you can't help but stare a bit. It's so... Well, large! There was always something a bit thrilling about having a well endowed lover spreading you wide but... This Sawsbuck is practically packing a curved, flared forearm between its legs! It's almost arousing, in an obscene way. You can't help but wonder how having something that size inside you would feel...

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Tamara catches herself staring at this Sawsbuck's cock again, unable to deny any longer that it has her attention. Her curiosity was really starting to get the better of her, and if there was one Sawsbuck acting like this, getting more familiar with this strange behavior would be beneficial if she found more! She was definately not being influenced by her imagination already trying to work out how that thing would feel... Or if it'd fit in the first place. Tybalt was having trouble keeping up with this agitated buck anyways, which ends up being the deciding factor. She withdraws him, setting his ball back in its belt slot. "Change of plans, T! Come on back!"

Addressing the wild Pokemon now, she optimistically says "See? No more roughhousing, right...?" Keeping her eyes trained on the Sawsbuck now that she's removed her sole defense, she unzips and drops her jacket, opening up a better-defined look at her chest. She has her hand on her belt buckle, but she's waiting to see if the Sawsbuck is about to charge again- if so, she'll drop to her knees to hopefully keep from taking another shoulder tackle.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The Sawsbuck rights itself again, chuffing as it looks for a for that is no longer around to face it. Instead, it only sees you, undressing and dropping low to your knees. Perhaps by lowering yourself, it has taken you to have submitted to its aggression and thus, are no longer a challenger to its territory. Regardless, rather than try goring you with its horns, the stag trots towards you confidently. It's eyes seem to drift towards your chest, outline of your bra and ample bosom catching his gaze oddly enough, but you've a hard time noticing that with the huge member swinging to and fro with his gait.

By the time he reaches you, the large grass-type chuffs loudly at you, angling himself so he's partially overtop you. The big, thick, flared deer cock hangs just inches from your face, a long strand of gooey, sap like pre-cum dripping from its tip. Poor guy.. You can see how swollen his big, fur covered balls are from where you kneel. That must be why he was so aggressive... Maybe you could help him out? For his sake, of course. Not because you were curious what this beast cock had to offer. You couldn't leave a Pokémon in duress, right? It'd be untrainerly...

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Tamara, admittedly, was sweating a little as she waited to see if her plan was going to work. Thankfully she seems to have made the right call, and she was on this Sawsbuck's good side... for what that's worth, in this situation. As it approached and appraised her, she realises that she's really going to have to commit to this... not that she has too much of a problem with that, once she's face to face with what the grass pokemon is equipped with. She really couldn't help feel a twang of pity for the thing, not having a mate has pretty clearly taken its toll on him.

She hesitates for a moment while lifting her hand, but takes hold of the Sawsbuck's meat near the middle, gently working it as she lines it up with her lips. She's already getting a little excited from doing this, between the idea of having this kind of opportunity with a Pokemon, and the sap-like fluid now dripping in to her cleavage. "Here goes..." she mumbles as she leans the rest of the way to start with some tonguework, curious to see how it all tastes.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The cock is rock hard in your palm, throbbing greedily as you begin your gentle ministrations. For what it's worth, the Sawsbuck makes a deep rumbling noise you take to mean he enjoys the sensation of your fingers gliding up and down his length. That idea is further reinforced as you lean close and takes your tongue to the grass type's tool. The skin is warm and smooth against your deft appendage, tasting almost earthy in a rather enjoyable manner. As you lap your way towards the large, flared head of his cock you get the first tastes of that rich looking too that had dripped in thick strands between your breasts.

It tastes... Good, oddly enough. The milky white fluid has to it the same musky flavor to it that human cum has, although it's much stronger to your senses, yet instead of being salty like human cum, it tastes not unlike sweet tree sap. It'd be kind of funny, if the situation wasn't so hot. You wondered if Morrigan tasted similar...

Regardless, your quest to enjoy more leads you to flick his cock slit with your tongue, causing the mighty beast to rumble again, bucking himself into your hand and forcing the head against your plump lips. He's been quite passive so far, but the poor guy must want to unload that heavy sack quite badly. Maybe it was time to show him what kind of relief a human could provide...

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If Tamara wasn't in to this already, she was practically enraptured once she's gotten a taste of what the Sawsbuck is equipped with. It was already on top of the list, that first taste of its dripping arousal was sure to secure its spot there. She was regretting her decisions less and less by the second, and even found herself a little eager to get another taste, working her hand along it faster for encouragement. When her teasing spurs it to buck against her face, she grunts, but chuckles at its eagerness. "I hope you're thankful for this!"

Tamara opens her mouth wide, suprised at how far she has to go to have her lips clear its flared tip. It's making her glad she didn't decide to drop lower, even if trying to fit this whole thing in to her sounded like a fun challenge. She takes the head partially in to her mouth, letting her tongue do most of the work as she waits to see how the Pokemon is going to react with finally having a warm hole on him. Blowjobs were normally easy, but here...

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The Sawsbuck pays little mind to your words, though you imagine the way the huge shaft throbs in your hand is proof enough that he's thankful for your ministrations. The thick, sticky pre-cum continues dripping from his tip even as you open your mouth and slide the flared head past your lips. Fat dollops drop into your tongue as you swirl and flick it around the tip of his tool in rhythm with your stroking. It's so.. Fucking big. Just thinking of trying to blow him properly is a challenge. With how thick it was, you'd end up bulging your throat trying to swallow him. Yet.. That's an oddly arousing thought.

Regardless, the grass-type seems quite enthused by your mouth work. He chuffs again, humping his hips forward into you. With your lips already open, nothing stops him from pushing further into you. By the time he's stopped, he's filled your mouth all the way to the start of your throat with throbbing cock meat. The musky, sweet taste of his shaft compels you to milk him for more sticky sap, and looking at what's left, over half his member still goes unserviced, giving you a lot to work with.

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Tamara couldn't help but let her mind wander a little as she gets comfortable with doing foreplay on something of this size. She was worried about her jaw for a moment, but she's proud that she managed it. Still, the thought of trying to fit more in her mouth barely crossed her mind until the Sawsbuck got excited, making her gulp reflexively from the suprise. It snaps her to attention for long enough to process that he's awfully close to deepthroat territory here, but the overall taste and heat of it all are quickly making her too horny to care. She even absentmindedly lets her free hand wander to her shorts and slip underneath, hoping to relieve some of the ache building up from what she's doing. Meanwhile, after a little moment figuring out how best to do it she starts bobbing her head along the thick thing she's occupied with, never letting it clear her tongue while she starts sucking.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Perhaps enthused by the new sensations assailing him, as you doubt any doe has given him the oral treatment you're currently occupied with, the Sawsbuck gifts you with the mercy of not taking every inch if the foot long shaft. It gives you time to get used to it; the sweet, yet musky flavor of his pre on your buds, the heat of the smooth flesh against your tongue, the feeling of having your jaw parted so wide by something so masculine and virile... It's a small wonder you find your folds growing damp as you fish a hand down your shorts to fiddle with yourself. The head twitching against the back of your tongue, as the moments tick by you hear the poor pent up male begin to pant. His gently thrusting begins to becomes more dominant and erratic. It occurs to you he might not last so long under these circumstances.

Which leads to the question; do you let him finish? You weren't exactly a stranger to sucking sweet bliss from a man. You could probably slow down and let him last a while longer. Or perhaps you could be merciful in your own right and relieve him for his gentleness towards you. The curiosity as to what the large, spunk filled sack hanging heavy below his yummy shaft has in store is rather prominent in your must addled mind...

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Tamara really wasn't able to stop herself at this point, this was probably one of the most enjoyable cocksucking experiences she's had, despite the irregular recipient. The thought of drawing this out does cross her mind a couple times, which leads way to a new question. "If I make this last longer and get him tired, can I catch him?" This train of thought was easy to justify- after all, if she just let him walk off once she helped him, she wouldn't be able to figure out if he calmed down afterwards. Without closure, it'd basically just be like she blew a Pokemon for no reason! The only risk she could see was the Sawsbuck getting more aggressive, but it was nothing she couldn't handle... right?

So, she slows down the movements she's taking with her head- going the same overall distance, but focusing a bit more on pleasuring herself more than the Pokemon, now. She can't help herself from a mischeivous muffled giggle, aware that the Sawsbuck would no doubt be confused as to why she's slowing.