Dreams of A Whore's Daughter

Fatigue overcame Helena. She had spent most of the day travelling through the forest outside. Now hours exploring the house. She had fallen who knew how far. Been cursed with some sort of hexes or trapped souls or something… she still did not understand that. Been sexually harassed by a prankster ghost. Was separated from her own pokemon, Rotom, and on top of all that, was still lost down here.

She opened a door and found what appeared to be a bunk room. Some sort of servants quarters or barracks with rotten and collapsed bunk beds, a cobweb covered table surrounded by broken chairs and an old rusted oven. It was chilly down here, she wished Rotom was with her, they could warm things up by possessing the oven.

Still she made do, stripping the broken bunks of what sheets and blankets she deemed were not too mouth eaten and barricading the door with the solid wooden table. She did not know if that would stop a ghost pokemon, like Misdreavus, from getting in but it was better than nothing. She made a little nest out of the blankets and pillows before pulling out some canned food from her backpack.

It was nicer warmed up but she did not want to risk lighting a fire down here and the old oven looked less than safe. She ate her food and thought about what else to do. She considered trying to make clothing out of the blankets but they were already fraying and merely moving them about caused tears. Helena checked her phone and noticed the battery was only half charged.

She turned the flashlight off, plunging herself into darkness. She needed to preserve that till she found Rotom to charge it. She really should just turn it off. With no signal it was useless to her in getting out of here except for light when moving. She considered once more trying that WiFi network, it was still there, signal strong as it was when Rotom first found it. But who knew what that would do to her phone after what it did to Rotom?

Helena decided to turn her phone off. She took off her shoes, skirt and then her jacket, placing them aside before curling up to go to sleep. **** eluded her at first despite her weariness. Too many questions, worries and troubles plagued her restless mind. Her hair felt wrong being this long and thick. Out of place and not like it actually belonged to her. She wondered where Rotom was right now and… tears filled her eyes. She hoped her pokemon was okay.

With her eyes closed and in pitch blackness, Helena had no way of seeing the mist that crept in under the door. It slowly filled the room. Purple in colour as it steadily surrounded Helena and then overcame her. Filling her lungs as she silently sobbed there. She felt instantly drowsy and lethargic. Within a moment sleep not only overcame her but she was plunged into a deep dream state.

Helena dreamed she was returning home, exactly where she wanted to be, Rotom safely in their pokeball. She breathed a sigh of relief as she pushed open her front door and was greeted by the familiar sight of her home. She had done it. Escaped the old chateau and made it back to Floaroma Town. She smiled as she saw her mother waiting for her at the main table with the TV turned onto the news.

”Honey, you're home!” She exclaimed with a big smile on her face as she stood up. She was already dressed in her pyjama pants with her oversized Roselia shirt and fluffy pink Buneary slip

Purple mist filled the room around them and Helena found herself coughing as she inhaled it. Suddenly, she was opening the door a second time, stepping into the room all over again. This time her mother was not sitting at the table.

Instead, there was a strange man sitting there. He was dressed in a jumpsuit like the workers up at the Fuego Ironwork, only the suit was clearly unzipped and pulled down to his waist exposing his sweat soaked singlet and hairy chest. His hard hat was resting on the table, his hand seemingly down in his lap under the table and the TV was playing porn of a female trainer at the elite four getting double teamed by Flint’s Magmortar and Infernape after losing to them.

Outside of a dream this would be surreality to Helena but like with most dreams in the moment it just made sense. She knew innately this was the fate of those that lost pokemon battles. And broadcasting both the battle and the aftermath was more than normal. It was expected entertainment. The unknown man in her house was also normal, after all her mother was…

“Hey mmmmm… you must be the whore’s daughter. Helena, right? Your mother mentioned you should be home sooooooooon,” He groaned as he leaned back in his chair, the sound of the trainer on TV being filled with burning hot fire pokemon cum in the background. “She’s a little busy rig… right nooooooow. But shouldn't be too much longer! Oh fuck yeah, take it bitch, swollow it all!”

He almost shot up out of his chair as he pushed the hand down in his lap and moaned loudly. Helena heard a gagging, whimpering noise from beyond the man followed by him crying out as his whole body shook. “Fuck your mother is a good fucking whore!” He cried out before collapsing back into the chair.

Helena could see now that in his lap was the head of her mother. Her mouth wrapped tightly around the cock of the man who had just filled her throat with his cum. He released her head and she pulled back. Gasping and breathing heavily as strands of saliva still connected her lips to his. She licked her lips before smiling up at the man sitting before her.

“Mind if we take a break Hun?” She asked and he nodded as he reached down and patted her on the head.

“Sure, greet your kid, too bad she isn't as stacked as you or I would offer double for both of you! Looks like she didn't get your good genes. At least when it comes to those flat tits and her lack of ass!” He laughed loudly, as Helena's mother stood up and stepped past him, his hand slapping her on her thick ass, to face Helena.

His words stung Helena but they did ring true. Even outside the dream, her mother had some decently sized breasts and a rather large backside that was not passed down to Helena. It did not help matters that in this dream her mother was wearing a scandalously short green babydoll nightgown with lacy patterns of Roselia posing in provocative silhouettes and the fabric being particularly transparent, showing off her full breasts. Below, she wore a dark g-string barely thicker than dental floss and her fur lined, thigh high, Lopunny styled, towering, high heeled boots.

“And what time do you call this Honey?” She tutted at Helena, waggling her finger. “You were out very late. I should put you over my lap and spank you till that boney ass of yours is red.” She winked at Helena with a smirk.

“I’d pay to watch that!” The man called as his eyes remained glued to the TV, watching as the failed challenger was repositioned to be fucked next by Flint's Rapidash, that was going to be a hard one to take.

"At least tell me you were getting laid with some pretty lady or handsome man?” Her mother said, giving her a pleading look. "Maybe one of both? Or more?"

“No Mum,” Helena said, shaking her head as her eyes never drifted from the visage of her mother in her work outfit. She felt strange seeing this. Noticing how her mother's make-up was messed up from the rough blow job she had given and the way she held her body to attract the eye to her thrust out breasts or angled hips. It made Helena feel a strange combination of envy for her mother's body and secret lust. “I was walking in the forest and lost track of time.”

“Did you at least run into a Heracross with a big powerful cock to drain or a lustful Lopunny looking to pounce on you?” She asked and Helena shook her head making her mother sigh. “Sometimes I wonder if you are my daughter… Your friends are upstairs in your room waiting for you. Do me a favour and at least let one of them fuck you. Your sexless life is just sad Honey.”

“I'll keep that under advisement mother,” Helena said feeling a little bitter as the dream called her out like this.

“Whore! You still up for taking care of my Machoke? He’s worked hard and I would love to see your ass split open on his muscular cock,” the worker, her mother's client, called from the table.

“Absolutely, remember if you want your Machop serviced as well it's half the price of your Machoke,” She responded turning around to face him and giving Helena a clear look at her large ass as it spilled out from the nightgown, the g-string wedged firmly up between her cheeks. She glanced back over her shoulder at Helena. “Best head upstairs Honey. Unless… well unless you want to help me out at work that is. Earn a little pocket money to go out on the town. Maybe take a trip to Eterna City? Find yourself a hookup there for sure.”

Helena froze. Her mind was still clouded by both the dream logic and the literal dream clouds that both surrounded her and filled her lungs. The purple mist seeping into both her sleeping body and her dream. But she had a moment of strange lucidity, where she could make a choice. Go upstairs and face her friends or stay down here and help her mother with… whoring. Or something else… flee perhaps, try and escape from here and this dream before it was too late.