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Chapter 13 by Shadow_Cat Shadow_Cat

What's next?

Nothing at all...

You're panic-stricken form is met with only darkness and the muffled pounding of the rain beyond the door. You rest your head back with a sigh, slumping against the wood. After a few steadying breaths, you pull yourself upright.

The hut is moderately sized and can easily fit three or four 'mons comfortably. Its walls are sparsely furnished with various shelves and hangings. You take a few steps into the hobble and let your eyes wander. The roof, while supported by a few center beams, leaks continuously. The runoff, however, seeps through the openings in the plank flooring, which you now realize rests only a foot or two above the ocean's waves.

The residents must have forgone safety to make their homes more pleasing to the eye...

As you shake your head at the ridiculous building location, a smile creases your face. You think of the irony that is you, a pokemon that comes from a village in which more than half of the buildings were hung in the trees, mocking the construction of others. You chuckle at your own thoughts and shrug. The motion reminds you of the stress you've endured from the journey. Your muscles ache and your heart feels like someone is squeezing it with an iron gauntlet.

Silver beams of light emanates from one of the windows and cast their illumination across a simple pile of blankets in the far corner of hut. Without a second thought, you plod your messy feet over to the edge of the inviting bed and collapse into a heap atop it.

With all the aching in your body and the exhaustion in you mind, you almost didn't hear the startled grunt as your body hit the sheets. Almost...

Instinct over rules your fatigue and you plant your hands in the blankets in an attempt to push yourself to your feet. You nearly right yourself before a large white tail smacks you in the chest. Your less than firm balance, coupled with your still slick pawpads, sends you sprawling to the floor, wheezing for air. As you grasp your bruised chest, you get your first look at your foe as it... As SHE, emerges from the pile of cloth.

Her sleek, yet powerful form dwarfs you easily. You can make out two smooth tusks budding from her mouth. A sudden crack of lightning makes her glossy coat shimmer. The light fur of her belly grows fine as it reaches her pert breasts which bounce gently in rhythm with her breathing. Your eyes meet with the female Dewgong's and the pale, thoughtless gaze sobers you. You try as best you can to fight back the pain and the weariness, commanding your legs to rise.

Seeing your movement, the powerful Dewgong charges your prone form with an excited bark. You barely make it you your feet before she plows into your battered form. You feel her muscled arms, toned from years of swimming, wrap around your torso, pinning your limbs in a great hug, just before having your head slammed into the wall. Through all the ensuing pain and sickness, you some how manage to stay conscious.

You regain what's left of your wits after a few moments and open your eyes. At least, you think you do. Darkness closes in from every side. Did the hit to your skull affect your vision?! You discover another problem when you feel your legs dangling in the air above the floor. You try to shake your head to clear the darkness from your eyes only to feel the warmth that surrounds your head increase, accompanied by what sounds like a low chuckle.

Suddenly, the darkness begins to recede and as your eyes adjust to the new light, you are greeted to a mischievous smile peeking out above two large, white mounds. It is then you realize that your face is smooshed between the female's voluptuous breasts. Unable to move, let alone struggle against her grip, you whimper helplessly as the globes descend upon your face once more. Pinned to the wall, locked in the tight embrace, you are **** to endure the lewd violation. The infected seal girl delights in rubbing her tits in your face and squeezing you between them. She growls provocatively as her D-cups bounce wildly whilst taking your head along for the ride. It's not long before her prompting receives a reaction.

You gasp suddenly and the feral pokemon freezes as she feels a slight prodding against her right thigh. She frees you from her 'booby trap' just enough to see her expression. You blush brightly, embarrassed to have let your resistance fall to her perverse attack. You are **** by her lady bits on both sides of your head to stare her in the eyes through all of your shame. She, of course, delights in your submission and returns your pitiful gaze with one of her own. To your dread, it is one of…

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