https://archiveofourown.org/works/45541915/chapters/114593347

Here's a story I've been working on lately! It's an on-going, long form story that follows Akari's mysterious arrival in the lands of Hisui. She finds out women in this time are treated quite poorly, and the wild Pokemon are feral monsters that will kill you on sight - or worse. Contains a lot of graphic stuff, so proceed with caution!

A fun roleplay partner I found on omegle. Hope you guys enjoy :)

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Be Milotic.

You are the most beautiful milotic, nay, most beautiful Pokemon in all of Hoenn, bar none. Pokemon and people alike took pause whenever they locked eyes with your own, so perfect and stunning that even the legends themselves would find themselves stalled being your very presence. Your movements were swift and elegant, be it upon sea or land, none could hope to match your footwork. Not that you needed or wanted feet for such a thing, your coils did more than enough to make up for your lack of them. A linoone and floatzel may be faster, but not even they could hope to match your elegant when you performed for your trainer. A dragonair may attempt to match your grace with their own, but even they faltered soon enough given time, dragon type or not. Out of all the contests and battles you have entered, you have prided yourself in the fact you have yet to lose even one ever since you evolved.

It wasn't easy to get to this point, making a febass look beautiful and stunning, but somehow your trainer managed to help you get to this point. He alone who saw you for what you are, he alone who saw what you could be, he alone who took such painstaking efforts to ensure you would get to this point, all so he could see you rise to be the best you can be in return.

Gods. You loved your trainer. Out of all the humans and mons who would have discarded you for being a runt of a feebas, Brandon took exception and saw potential that not even you thought possible. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine you would rise up and become the very few febass to not only evolve to become a milotic, but become the absolute best out there. Yet you did, and it was all thanks to him. You had no shame in admitting as much, for without him, you would have ended up as some mon's meal, another mere statistic in the cruel, barbaric world you once inhabited. Truly, you found yourself hard pressed to imagine a life better than the one you had now. About the only thing that could make it better would be if you woke up one day to find Brandon to become a handsome milotic himself, coiled around you with those bound muscles of loving coils and-

... Oh dear. You were getting ahead of yourself. You shook your head, sighing as you took a look at Brandon napping against your form. You gave him a short nuzzle, cooing as you rubbed up against his soft skin and hair before pulling back and resting your head against his chest. Really, it didn't do for a civilized mon as yourself to fantasize like that. Brandon was absolutely perfect the way he was, and it was just plain selfish of you to demand anything more of him after he gave so much to you so freely, all on top of the other mons he had his team. Your team. Not all of them were as beautiful as yourself, no. But they had their own charm and elan in their own way. Not that much of a surprise, since they are Brandon's Pokemon, much like you belonged to him, as he did to you.

You shivered, tightening your coils just a bit tighter around his form as you felt his hand draw across your scales. Gods above, his hands were just wonderful. You didn't know why his hands in particular were so great, but something about them just made you feel safe. Wanted. Loved. So gentle with his touch, so comforting with his warmth, really they were an argument all on their own why Brandon was fine the way he was as a human. True, if he were a Milotic, he would make a superior mate. A father.

You paused. Then again, who is to say he wouldn't make a superior father as a human anyway? Of course he damn well could be, he already raised you with all the love and care that not even your own parents could provide, or rather lack thereof as they ditched you and many of your other siblings out to the wastes to fend for yourself without warning. You were after all just another useless febass back then, yet another number who was surely destined to be devoured by the many predators of the sea. You winced, your memories pulling back as visions of your siblings being torn apart right before you eyes flashed hot against your face. A whimper left your throat as you nuzzled up further against Brandon, pushing against his fingers as he continued to brush against your snout and behind your horn.

What you did to deserve Brandon, you would never know. And frankly, you didn't care. Just being with him was enough. For he belonged to you. And woe to any mon that dared to even think of coming to take Brandon from you. Your team may share in his presence, but you made it clear enough to even his starter that Brandon was yours. It was only by his unending generosity that you allowed Brandon to grace his presence with the others. It was only fair after all, even if you found yourself staring daggers at some of the other females on the team.

Oh you saw it in their eyes. Their own selfish greed and ambition, wanting to take Brandon all for themselves, to whisk him away out of your protective reach. As if those inferiors knew what was best to care for their human. Your human. Darkrai take them, like hell they knew what's best for your dearest Brandon. The last time some mon was stupid enough to even try and harm your human, you made sure that they paid the price in the fullest extent. Of course, Brandon did not know about it. He didn't even need to of course. After all, you were sure he would object to you breaking the every bone in that mightyena's body piece by bloody piece as you ripped and tore into it, before eventually forcing that worthless fiend down into your gullet.

It was a rather disgusting meal to be honest You were aware that some fetishized your species, some crass humans or even mons in particular. Let it be known that you personally did not enjoy it. You did it to make a point to both yourself and whatever stupid mons that happened to be watching, in this particular case his packmates. In any case, you ensured that the mon in question suffered much before the end. Of course you were at least civil enough to make sure they were dead and in easy to swallow pieces before you were done with them, but the stench of foul washed fur and the unfortunate taste of what you knew to be fecal matter ensured you would never repeat such a stunt again. It was all you could do to hold your resolve as you forced that disgusting thing in, to not vomit in absolute disgust at such horrid barbarism. The very act tarnishing you in a way you don't think you'll ever be fully rid of. But that was fine. It was all in a good effort to ensure that Brandon would stay safe, and to show anything that even thought about harming him the consequences of such actions.

Besides, your worst was the best of many a mon, and nothing would ever take that away from you.

And thank Arceus for Brandon's cooking. Really, that "meal" more than ever cemented your spoiled tastes in fine cuisine. Were that you also so capable, yet the fins that adorned your sides were not up to the task. Alas, only good enough to cuddle Brandon and carry him to whatever destination was required.

Hmm... Maybe if you were a human, this would all resolve itself quite nicely. You were quite beautiful even by human standards, and you were sure any human version of yourself would be quite the looker indeed. Now that was a thought to be had. But Brandon would no doubt ensure you stayed in your form, not wanting you to change the way you were just so you could have the chance to be his mate. You sighed, shaking your head as you let your gaze drift to the open waves of the river drifting down stream. Honestly, Brandon ruined all other potential mates by comparison. Sure, there were handsome milotics and dragonairs that wished to court you, but you have been firm in your rejection of them. Besides, their beauty was only surface deep, their foul demeanor becoming readily apparent when you professed your devotion and love to your human. A humanphile they would call you, a foul deviation to nature that should have been better left devoured. At least, that was what some of them dared to profess out in the open. A quick iron tail to the snout was usually enough to silence their complaints. The rest you spared with but an icy gaze, too cowardly to profess their true thoughts of you. All the damned same in any case.

Let them judge you, for you know yourself to be superior to them, and Brandon in turn superior as well.

You loved Brandon, and you know in time he will come to love you more like you did him as well. Your courtships have been subtle, a little gift here, a little physical affection here, a deflection from any progress from inferior mates there, it was all a fine balance to ensure Brandon did not fall into the wrong hands of not only your fellow mon, but those foul human females as well. You glared in nowhere particular, lips pulling back in a grimace at the very thought of those... Parasites daring to leech off of Brandon's good graces.

Gods above, you hated them. They were different to those who would inflict such bodily harm upon Brandon, and arguably even worse. At least with the foul ruffians that would try to bring harm upon him, you could silence them with a hydro pump or hyper beam. But these females, oh no. You couldn't very well tear them to shreds, lest you, your team and trainer suffer the wrath of human law brought down upon your very heads. Simply killing them was out of the question, so you were forced to resort to other tactics to dissuade them, all made so much easier when you communicate with your beloved trainer. To be fair, Brandon was not savvy to their efforts to get into his wallet or prestige by proxy, and was always polite but firm to turn them away whenever such efforts became evident. It was not as if he was not genuine in his plain refusal in stating that he was not interested in a relationship. On one hand, that helped you safeguard him from such vile efforts even more. But on the other?

Well... You would be lying if you said your own heartstrings did not quiver every time you heard those plain words of refusal. A flat denial that he was interested in any relationship beyond the platonic ones....

He really didn't mean that as a whole... Right?

No... Of course he didn't.

You had a chance with him, and no foul wench or bastard would get in the way of you courting your trainer. He would be yours, and no other. All you needed was time, and Brandon would be yours.

Forever.

I walk up to him nervous but excited, it wasn’t my first rodeo but something was certainly off perhaps it was the spores of glimwood tangle or maybe even the trouble bede caused down at sow-on-tide it didn’t matter as nothing could’ve prepaid me for him. I approach him, slowly and before I can speak I blush as he says in a deep yet soothing voice “hey there missy, what can I do for you “ he chuckles with confidence I turn bright red with excitement, embarrassment and lust “I.. I.. umm was wondering if you could give me your balls” I murmur, before I realised what I said I started sweating ferociously like a salazzle in heat. I immediately started stuttering “oh umm I uh didn’t mea...” “shhh” he hushed while forcibly putting his firm strong fingers over my tight sweet lips. He checked me out like a rotom-dex on a new Pokemon, he smiled to himself and finally he whispered “I can give you my balls but we’ll have to go back to my place darling” he winked I blushed as my knees quivered, the rush I felt as he reached out his hand was enough to make me squirt right then and there, but I didn’t , I swiftly took his hand as we discreetly walked back to his place, I never dreamed of this but now it was happening I was about to find out why they called him the ball guy.

The door slowly creaked open as light poured into the room just as his being poured into my heart, in the span of 5 minute he went from a charming mascot to everything I ever dreamed about even now as we enter his spotless scented bedroom I can’t help but quiver. I see the calm gentle spark in his eyes quickly turn to a flame of passion and lust and like that flame I want it to ignite inside me, I want him to catch me and make me his own he will be my master. He says slowly and seductively “Hey beautiful, you ready for this?” I silently stood, I was breathless it might have been nerves or excitement but either way I wasn’t leaving without getting a taste. I was still shaking in my winter boots but I mustered the courage to nod a slow but confident yes, he used extreme speed and lunged at me pinning me down to his silky smooth sheets, he stares at me and works his hands up my dress his hands were careful and intricate bypassing my clothing without causing damage, he took my panties and swiftly removed them, I knew I couldn’t do anything, I was powerless and I loved it.

I kicked of my boots and removed my stockings in the blink of an eye, I undone his fly with my toes, he loved it, he couldn’t get enough of it just like I couldn’t get enough of him, I carefully rubbed his girthy 13 inches with the soles of my feet teasing his pale monster, each Stoke gave a different noise similar to the last with signs pleasure and moans of lust my toes wrapped around the shaft I caught him in a bind as he stutters a and whispers “it’s time”, he stood still silently, I slowed down and the second that happened he thrusted, his appetising cock jammed inside my pussy sending an orgasmic shock throughout my entire body, I screeched at of my lungs in relief “oh fuck me daddy” he pounded 5 times over and other again until I violently shook in pleasure and disbelief, I couldn’t believe a cock could be so delicious I wanted it all to my self, as he kept going at it a pleaded “Baby please let me mount your horse cock until I can take no more” he stopped and did as I asked for one thing in return, he demanded “only if I can explode in your mouth”.

He slowly lied down, I was impatient, I didn’t just want him, I needed him. I sat on pale horse cock and screamed with excitement “ oh yea” and the smack of my pussy against his shaft ruptured my body, he made me feel things I had never felt as his meat was constantly penetrating my womb, the pain was numbed by my primal urges and the love of his monster cock. I was ready to live with him and his cock for the rest of my life this I what I craved a man with meat this satisfying, he pulled me close to him and reluctantly stated “I’m about to bust” I stopped and hopped of his shaft where I kneeled at the bottom of his bed and shoved his cock into my mouth the feeling of it sliding back and forth into my throat as it nearly chocked me made me squirt right then and there, I loved his dick and it was all mine I gagged on it for minutes slowing down as he groaned to make it last longer but I couldn’t help my self, he grabbed the back of hair and yanked me down his shaft where I met his glorious balls, my eyes glanced at him as he shot his full load down my stuffed throat he shouted with pride “oh fuck!”I lied on the floor smiling and panting, he made his bitch and I loved it, I turned to him as begged “please let me do this again” he turned and smiled confidently telling me “my door is always open to you babe”.

Hey all! I’m looking to do a pokemon trainer x trainer or trainer (me) x pokemon (you) - Starter can be changed based on the latter.

It’s been a short time since I’ve started my pokemon journey. Leaving home with only the clothes on my back, my backpack full of supplies and my partner, an Aipom that I had received for my birthday I head out into the wide world. The start of my journey hadn’t gone so well and already I lost my first battle while I was on my way to the next town.

Panting lightly after having run from a lost battle I finally find the nearest Pokémon center and while clutching my fainted Aipom head inside. Once inside I hand my Pokémon over to the nurse and she takes him away to get him rested. Breathing a sigh of relief I lean against the counter and turn to see the rest of the small crowd gathered in the center.

Title says it all. I've looked and looked for a good fanfiction where ash's dream is to be a dragon master. Starter dratini. Pairing clair. Show me some work you've done and I'll pay 50 to 100 bucks per chapter for you to make one. I'm a truck driver. Make good money and have No family so money isnt an issue

Updated my Feral x Trainer Fanfiction! https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13067926/16/Gotta-Kiss-Em-All

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I also started a discord for fans! https://discord.gg/ygx9wAW

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13067926/12/Gotta-Kiss-Em-All

Ani's new internship at a pokemon sanctuary is off to an enriching and educational start.

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Feedback is always appreciated!

I also hope I'm not spamming this sub >.>

Adult Fanfiction

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Feedback is always appreciated.

Adult Fanfiction

Archive of Our Own

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Happy to receive criticism/feedback.

And if you're interested in a less smut-focused story I'm working on, feel free to check out my fanfiction.net profile.

NidoranDuran/Megadeth425 (possibly Goombario Jr) had an old oneshot where Marshal and his Mienshao basically snuck into Caitlin's room and gave her a sleeping Bukkake. Can't find it anywhere, and Wayback Machine doesn't apparently have fanfiction.net backups of the possible profiles. Anybody have it downloaded somewhere?

If you are a writer, how often to you encounter fanart that you find really sexy, and the you get the urge to write a story based off of it shortly afterwards? Have you every written any based off these urges? If so, how many. And have these urges come from any artwork that wasn’t necessarily designed to be erotic in the first place.

And if you don’t write, how often do you linger on an artwork and fantasize about extended scenes and sensations from that single artwork? Have you ever commissioned a writer to make an erotic story based of a drawing? And when a writer already has a great drawing as a cover of the story, would you say it enhanced your experience?

I am looking for fics where the main protagonist has sex with the girls he defeats, whether forcibly or with consent. Does anyone have any suggestions?

Required:

Male protag (though his pokemon can also help with the sex)

Trainer or Rocket member as protag doesn't matter, both works

Preferably has Kanto characters in it (I love myself some Sabrina, seriously, she should be a requirement in this. Also, Erika is nice too.)

Please and thank you!