Life as a pokemon's (May’s Route).

Author's note: The backstory in this route hasn't yet been reviewed by Devious, so probably isn't cannon for the rest of the routes.

The May in this route is openly Bisexual, so expect both straight and lesbian scenes. On a side note, **** really isn't my cup of tea, so expect the characters in this route to be considerably lighter (morally speaking) than Misty's Route. The world is still the same, however, so just because something isn't happening to May, it doesn't mean that it's not happening to someone else.

That being said, I hope you enjoy my take on Pokemon Sex Arena, let me know in the comments if you do! Love and Kisses, H.B.

My face burns crimson as I stand on the stage next to my friends. I sniffle, trying my best to hold back tears. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, but the action had yet to start, and my resolve was already shaking. If only Misty hadn’t… No. I shake my head to clear the thought. This wasn’t her fault. It had been my choice to join my friends in that Arceus-forsaken camp in the middle of nowhere, now it was time to deal with the consequences.

It had been pure chance that the five of us had met up for our annual “Ash is a bit of an indecisive dick so lets meet up and chat shit about him” get-together (Iris’s name, not mine) when the change happened. It had been a lovely evening in our rented cabin, the five of us nursing various drinks as we watched the sunset and enjoyed the last warmth of the day as our pokemon played around our feet.

The change started with Iris’s gible, I remember her squeak of pleasure as his form was shrouded in the bright light that signified evolution. But then it started again, and again, and soon all our pokemon, even those in their final evolutionary stages, were glowing. We watched on in alarm as their forms slowly changed, becoming more and more human-like by the second. Eventually the process finished, the light faded, and we got our first look at their new forms.

All of them were now humanoid, but with features that matched their particular species. Oh, and they were very, very naked. Furred, scaled, and feathered bodies, some ripping with muscle, some plush with feminine curves, surrounded us, naughty bits fully on display. Desperately blushing and not knowing where to look (apart from Iris, of course, who was looking at her dragonite’s sizable member with evident interest) our eyes darted around, until they finally met the eyes of our pokemon. The depth of intelligence there, that spark that says “I am a person, and I will be treated as such” left us all speechless. That only worsened when our pokemon started talking.

That had been a long, tear filled night. We thought it a fluke at first, some strange event caused by the passing whim of some legendary pokemon, but when wild pokemon began wandering out of the woods with bodies that were a close match to our own, we all knew this was no fluke. Our pokemon thanked us for the time we spent together, but now begged us for their freedom. It hurt oh so much, but it was the right thing to do. Dawn went first, but we all soon followed, releasing our pokemon one after the other, then snapping their old pokeballs, as well as any spares we had on us.

The goodbye was inevitable, but that didn’t make it suck any less. Our pokemon were free and wanted nothing more than to explore their new world. We gave them what supplies and clothes we could, then watched, teary eyed, as they left one by one. We had done the right thing by voluntarily letting our pokemon go. Unfortunately, we were in the minority.

For the couple of days we stayed in our cabin, comforting each other about the loss of our longtime companions and friends. Then, on day three, the power went out. Unbeknownst to us, the war had begun.

Some time spent fiddling with various electronic gizmos, and we knew what was happening. We listened to the repeating broadcast as it told us of the uprising. The five of us listened in growing horror as the presenter urged all who listened to stay inside, telling of us of the dangers of “these pokemon in human form” and listing several atrocities already committed against human civilians. We took the advice and hunkered down.

The only contact with the outside world we had over the days we spent hiding was the voice on the radio, a voice that repeatedly told us that ‘the evil pokemon had taken over’. Enough time had passed that a little niggle of doubt was forming, a niggle that was only reinforced every time a pokemon wandered out of the woods near our cabin. I was certain that we had been spotted more than once, but in all the time we spent there, not one pokemon attacked us.

We were almost out of supplies when a group of scavengers for the resistance found us and offered to take us back to their camp. I was a little hesitant at first, but all of us were scared, especially Misty, who spoke the loudest in favour of taking them up on their offer. Not wanting to leave my friends behind, I eventually I followed along, keeping my doubts to myself. The rest, as they say, is history.

My attention returns to the present as the meowth hosting the auction taps his mic a couple of times, ensuring it is working, before he says, "Welcome arena goers and team owners to another auction day and may I say," he pauses, ensuring he has everyone's attention. "This may be the most lucrative **** haul in arena history. Here before you we have acquired five renowned trainers for your choosing. Each formerly an owner of slaves, having **** those slaves to fight for their amusement. Now, each is a ****, and will be **** to fuck for our amusement. Isn't justice ironic?"

A smattering of crude laughter runs through the audience at the meowth's cruel joke. On and on he prattles, hyping up his "wares" as he refers to us, until he finally motions to the side of the stage. At his cue, a line of strong male pokemon marches out, each standing behind one of us. I gulp, trying to **** down my rising panic as a strong looking nidorino stands behind me, looming above me. I try to muffle a gasp as I feel something warm and slimy rest in the crevice of my bubble butt. It doesn’t take a genius to realise that this nidorino is clearly very excited about what’s coming.

"And now folks," the meowth continues. "To show you that I bring only the finest quality to this stage, a demonstration! Let's see the quality of these would be 'pokemon masters' shall we?" He sneers as he says it, shooting a disdainful glance our way.

Firm hands sink into the flesh of my tits as the nidorino behind me reaches around and gropes me. I stifle a moan as he kneads my sensitive breasts, and I hear the meowth as he continues, "As you can see, all individuals possess real breasts. Not an ounce of silicon to be found on this stage!" I shut my eyes tight, trying to deny the pleasure I am feeling. I don’t want this, this doesn’t feel good, so many people are watching…

"As well, each individual is unpierced and untattooed, meaning for the breasts at least, full undiminished sensitivity." The pokemon groping me suddenly grabs my nipples, then pinches. "Mmmmmm!" I cry out, unable to hold back the twinge of pain I feel. Yup, just pain, totally just pain, deeply unpleasant. The others react similarly, all except for Iris, who almost coos in delight. When her nipples are twisted, she lets out an appreciative "Ooooh fuck..."

"Whoa, looks like we got a hot one here folks!" The meowth tells the audience as they snicker and chuckle. "Lets see just how much she likes it!" And with a signal from the meowth, Iris's nipples are twisted and pulled, much to her delight. "Lets see how they all like it!"

"Don’t-" I protest, but my words are cut off as my nipples are twisted. I suck air through my teeth in pain as my nipples are tugged on and my breasts are smacked. A minute or so later, the pokemon relinquish our collective breasts, which are now covered with red welts from the repeated smacks. Our nipples all stand out, erect and sore from the ****.

"And now to see the real goods!" The meowth roars, throwing his arms wide in a grand gesture. "Boys, make 'em spread for us!"