Day 9 - Bisexual/Oviposition - Pokemon

Cory ducked his way up the mountain, feeling only slightly guilty.

The trainer bug had missed him, long ago. It was hard to imagine that was possible sometimes, considering that the media only seemed interested in trainers and gym leaders, but it really happened to the majority of people. Being a gym leader involved having community connections on top of being a good battler. It was very often a popularity contest. The kind of job that set you up for a lifetime of work even if you somehow lost your position. It wasn’t a job that required any kind of special skills, but it looked great on a resume and you only got it with people’s general approval - which perhaps implied some level of skill. Being a trainer, one actively pursuing champion status, looked a lot less good on a resume. And it was thankless, beyond so. You made peace with camping, overpaying for food and hotels in places where you knew nobody. Scraping by on very little money. You only did it out of lack of any other career path or a true, deranged passion for what you did.

That wasn’t to say the Pokemon bug had missed him, that was nearly impossible. Most people grew up with a Growlithe or a Meowth around the house. Perhaps a psychic or a fighting type to help with the chores. People farmed Miltank milk, unfertilized eggs of various stripes, and used their Pokemon for all kinds of menial and practical labor. Cory’s parents had kept Magikarp and Feebass in a backyard pond. They’d had a Herdier for at least as long as they’d had the grass-type garden. You couldn’t not grow up around Pokemon, and you couldn’t not form an affection to at least one of them if you did. Affection turned into owning a couple, and then battling tended to be the only thing to do on a slow weekend…

Maybe if he’d grown up in a bigger city, Cory would have been more pressured by his friends into leaving home to continually throw his little team of personal friends into the threshing machine that was badge chasing. But Agate Town was so small and so out of the way it didn’t even get Gym Circuit traffic. If you wound up there, you were either lost or on your way to visit the Cerebii shrine. Just about everybody who lived there - the handfull of them that were under sixty, at least - were there because they were born there and had either inherited or were set to inherit a home there. Usually the exact same home that had been in your family for at least a hundred years up to that point. It had facilities, the Cerebii shrine ensured that plenty of the elderly came there every year to make their wishes, bringing abundant extra money with them. But while it wasn’t the kind of town where you had to pump your own water, it was the kind where you had to make your own fun. And everybody had cliqued up young and usually didn’t shift allegiances.

Quite frankly, Cory hated it there, but he didn’t hate it so virulently that he would leave. At least, not without a better offer on the table. Whenever he did inherit his parents’ house, he doubted he’d be able to sell it for much. All he could really hope was that some lost, attractive trainer wandered into town and decided either to invite him back home or settled down there. One of the small benefits of being alone with his thoughts a lot was that he’d come to realize he didn’t matter what gender of trainer it was.

Perhaps that was beating around the bush. If he was going to put a finer point on it, he was **** to fuck anything that wasn’t either his hand or something he’d have to launder. He had honestly no idea if he’d get cold feet trying to settle down with another guy once the… desperation… passed, but he was willing to try, at least.

Of course, some people fucked Pokemon.

That he hadn’t and for a long time hadn’t planned on it came down more to his choices. He’d rather jump off a cliff than try to stick his dick in Socks, his Herdier. Not that he expected Socks would have been thrilled by the proposition either. His other Pokemon were the least wimpy Feebas and Magikarp he’d been able to pick out of his pond - also not happening. And last but certainly least, a stray Weedle he’d found out one day. He wasn’t even sure if that was logistically possible, at least not without entering some unpleasant hypothetical territory.

But, one day, Jeremy - the same Jeremy who never seemed to leave his house, who had even fewer skills with a Pokemon than he did with women, and who had personally sold a large chunk of family property just to ensure that the town (but mainly he) would have internet - had shown up with a Gardevoir. Nobody, not Cory and not anybody he knew, had any question what the fucker was doing with it. The only question was where he’d gotten one.

Apparently, there was a spring nearby where they migrated during whatever counted as ‘breeding’ season for them. And apparently none of them had known this.

Of course, everybody assumed Jeremy was spewing bullshit, he usually was. There were definitely springs in the area, but none of them had ever heard of one that attracted breeding Pokemon. One questioned why breeding Pokemon would have even been drawn to a spring. Another small problem with his story was that, so far as Cory or anybody had ever seen, there weren’t male Gardevoirs.

That said, there were plenty of other Pokemon species that seemed to get on just fine with only one gender. It wasn’t like Dittos could do all the work. Either there were female Machamps out there, or the process was just a bit more complicated than they all expected. Nobody had ever successfully mated with a Pokemon - that anybody knew of and not for lack of trying - so perhaps there was some kind of secret.

One that Cory intended to find out, of course. No other ulterior motives.

In the distance now, he could hear running. He quickly picked his pace up, then almost immediately jumped and darted behind the nearest rock. It was beyond his wildest dreams.

A handful of Gardevoir were bathing in the nearby pool, hidden in a cluster of rocks up on the mountainside. The water was an almost soapy white, nearly fully translucent. All around it were volcanic, shaggy rocks like torn bread, porous and jagged without being sharp. They seemed to sweat under Cory’s hand as he craned his neck around a pair of them. It wasn’t more than four Gardevoir, but they were standing in the middle of the spring, water up to their hips. They were on the short side of human height, but with a willowy thinness that made them just as alien as their unique features. Cloud-white skin that was even paler than the milky water around them, green arms and faux-hair. Large alert eyes - among the smartest Pokemon there were and more than close enough to human intelligence to be a legitimate threat if startled, even leaving aside their strong psychic abilities. They had what seemed like a natural, built-in skirt made of a thin, soft skin similar to the webbing between fingers. Flexible, close to paper, but warm to the touch when he’d briefly brushed against Jeremy’s. Compared to the stiff, cartilage-like protrusions from their chests.

They were splashing, playing as if a bunch of stray nymphs in a stream, carefree and exchanging glances with glowing eyes as if their speech was entirely with their minds. Their mouths opened only to make what sounded like giggles, showing distinctly animal teeth despite how humanlike they were.

As they splashed, one of them pulled up her skirt and took a step into one of the deeper parts of the spring, Cory caught a quick glance of pink between her legs before it disappeared under the water.

He started pulling at his pants frantically, trying to look over the rocks as he did. The other Gardevoirs followed the first into the deeper water, settling in with only their heads emerging from the steaming, soupy pool. Their eyes flashed, they let out little chirps and purrs to each other. As Cory had heard it, even with their psychic conversation, they couldn’t really speak to you. They didn’t speak your language. But you could feel what they were thinking, see the shape of it in pictures. He wondered if there were actual words passing between them, or just a vague, cat-like ‘warm’ and ‘wet’ and ‘happy.’

By the time he was undressed, Cory realized he should probably be having second thoughts about this. His cock was already standing at attention, tip red and eager, practically already dripping. Pent-up in a way that almost went beyond description. Perhaps that was why the more logical, warning parts of his brain were having trouble getting through. He was conscious that he should hesitate, but he couldn’t actually **** himself to.

Cory lurched around the rocks, unable to decide if he wanted to try to be sneaky or up-front. It could depend on the Pokemon, but it wasn’t like each species had hard rules outside of the basics. Don’t pull water Pokemon onto land, don’t get cat Pokemon wet… Beyond that, it wasn’t like every Mankey was completely standoffish. Wasn’t like every Psyduck was dumber than a post - just most of them.

Either way, he stepped out into the water. The Gardevoirs turned slowly toward him, not remotely startled, almost more like they were waiting to see if he intended to go through with what he was suggesting. He could see their heads bobbing and their eyes flashing still. They could probably feel what he had on his mind.

Suddenly, he tripped and slipped into a deeper part of the pool, hidden under the glossy surface. Cory managed to keep from yelping or yelling under the water, but only just barely.

When he stood back up, he had to try and try and try to wipe the water from his eyes. He could hear the Gardevoirs chirping and purring in a way that sounded like they were giggling. The water wouldn’t leave his eyes, no matter how much he wiped and how much he blinked. Cory eventually had to stumble his way back toward the rocks. He could feel a sort of third-person view of himself stumbling around in his mind, and somehow that helped him make it back. He quickly wiped his face with his shirt.

There was something weird about the water. Cory blinked his eyes as he pulled his shirt away, seeing strands of creamy water connecting the fabric to his face. He worried for a second that it might be a side effect of the spring’s alleged… popularity, but he reminded himself that Pokemon didn’t cum. At least, not like that. Reaching down and wrapping his hand around his cock, Cory gave himself a little squeezing pump. The water was thick and oily as lubricant, either a result of the volcanic stone or some mixture of chemicals in it.

Cory turned around and jumped. The Gardevoir had risen up out of the deep part of the pool and made their way behind him soundlessly. He felt a moment of genuine concern, well aware that - technically - he was in danger. Not just in terms of their psychic power, but also just in terms of them having claws and sharp teeth.

He needn’t have worried. The Garevoir cooed and looked at him quizzically, then one of them splashed him playfully. Cory reached down and splashed back gently. They went back to purring and chirping. A feeling of deep, all-consuming calm passed through Cory that he was well aware wasn’t coming from him. At the same time, he found it hard to argue with.

One of them gave an excited little coo and pointed between Cory’s legs. The one to her right crouched down and brought her face close to it, turning her head one way and then the other, chirping back.

“That’s right,” Cory responded nervously.

A Gardevoir still standing slid open her skirt, revealing a bright pink pussy between her legs, hairless and smooth and slick from both the filmy water and what looked like her own wetness. Cory’s heart practically jumped into his throat. His cock throbbed, prompting more giggling coos and purrs. The Pokemon pointed from her glistening pussy to Cory’s cock, then back again.

“Yup,” Cory nodded eagerly, mimicking her pointing. “That goes in that. Best part is, no pregnancy to worry about.”

If they understood him, they didn’t give an immediate sign. Instead, one of them reached out after a moment and gently grabbed Cory’s cock, gesturing toward a smooth rock on the edge of the springs. Cory swallowed with some difficulty and followed her over. The Gardevoir laid back, then gestured for him to step back. One of the other Gardevoir came in beside him and scooped up a handful of water, letting it drip onto the reclining Pokemon’s pussy, then rubbing it gently with her oily hands. She motioned for Cory to do the same, and he took her place. As he worked, he watched her lips swelling, seeming to open even more. A series of very happy, very excited chirps and purrs coming from their owner.

He couldn’t wait any longer. Cory pulled his hand back and lined his hips up as best he could, but the rock was a bit too low. Instead, he put his hands to either side of her chest and lowered himself over her. He didn’t want to try resting his weight on her, especially not with that stiff thing dead center mass, but he lowered his hips until they were on top of hers, sliding himself into her slowly.

The Gardevoir made pleased sounds, her eyes flashing rapidly in several different colors. Her companions cooed and purred, stroking Cory’s back and rubbing water on his legs and back, pinching and stroking and squeezing his butt. Cory found it hard to care much about that. Gardevoir’s pussy was swallowing him, hotter than the steaming water underneath, slick with all kinds of wetness, and squeezing him tightly. It was hard even to thrust, her soft skin covered in all kinds of ridges and bumps and textures, but gripping hard enough when he tried to pull out that it took more effort than simply pumping back in - or pumping deeper in.

It was bliss, better than he’d even been hoping it would be. Not only finally burying himself in something hot, wet, and receptive, but the other Gardevoir around him continuing to coo and stroke him.

Cory shivered a little at the feeling of hands spreading his butt cheeks, then hot oily water being splashed and smeared and rubbed on his sensitive back door. At the same time, the sense of calm only seemed to deepen. Really, it was like a pleasant massage as he kept grinding and pumping his hips. He didn’t even really mind when a finger slipped in, spreading him out around it. Cory simply kept pumping.

In his dreamy, blissed-out state, he almost didn’t realize the movement out of the corner of his eye. It was hard to look away from the eyes of his partner, alert and human but alien and seemingly too-knowing. When he did finally see what was happening in his peripheral vision, he managed to pull his head away. There was a group of other Gardevoir approaching, maybe ten in total. The other ones in the spring seemed to be calling them over eagerly, and Cory could see that even between their stroking and prodding and fingering of him, they had gone back to splashing and playing. Though now they seemed to be playing a lot more… romantically. Splashing intercut with petting, caressing, teasing.

Then he did a double take.

A couple of the incoming Gardevoir, though they looked no different than the others, had what were very clearly penises. Cory almost found the concept silly, but it at least answered the question. They were the ones that had ‘skirts’ that closed more fully around them. Either growing them (which some species of Pokemon could do) or having them hidden until breeding season. As they approached the pond, the male Gardevoir were clearly here for just such a thing. Before they even got in the water, the psychic lights and splashing and general energy of the place was getting some of them hard. And they were pretty impressively endowed for their size. They all seemed bigger than Cory. He honestly wondered, with how tight a female seemed to be, how the males made do. Perhaps things were more elastic than they seemed.

As the males came into the water, they immediately picked up in playing with the females. Splashing, stroking, purring, chirping. The females seemed just as eager as the males. Cory felt the finger sliding out of his ass and glanced over his shoulder to see its owner rushing to a particularly well-endowed male eagerly. The Gardevoir chirped and purred, reaching out like they’d done and taking a handful of the other Gardevoir’s forearm-sized cock. Cory couldn’t help being a little horrified at just how big they seemed to be. He seriously wondered how they hid those things.

Underneath him, Cory’s Gardevoir partner reached her hands out to his cheeks and pulled his face back toward hers. Cory was a little disappointed he wasn’t going to get a great view of the Gardevoir orgy, but after a moment’s thought, he realized he was part of it. Her eyes seemed like infinite, too-smart pools, and he felt the same **** relaxation passing over him as he stared into them. He went back to eagerly thrusting. She closed her legs around his back, cooing in his ear.

Then he felt something else on his back, it snapped him out of her trance fast.

Cory craned his neck around to see the male Gardevoir standing behind him, close enough to be resting the tip of its oversized cock on the small of his back. His female companion was standing beside him, eyes flashing and locked on his, seeming to have her partner in just as much of a relaxed trance as Cory’s had had him. She was stroking the base of his large shaft, splashing water on both it and Cory. There were no balls underneath, but Cory was well aware of the reason for that.

“Hey! Wait!” Cory yelped. “Your eggs are no good there! Not fertile!”

He was being a hypocrite, of course, but the sight of what was between that thing’s legs intimidated him more than a little.

The Gardevoir underneath him grabbed his cheeks again, pulling his face down even closer to hers now - almost bringing their noses together. Cory felt an almost mindless relaxation now, pumping away once more. After all, it would be a stretch, but was he really that worried? And if so, what had he even been worried about?

A moment later, Cory winced and yelped, though it wasn’t enough to punch through the relaxation. The Gardevoir’s cock spread him brutally, even covered in the oily water as completely as it could be and with his hole warmed up. It was like a hot, intense spike. Filling his guts and warming him from the inside. All he could do to get away from it was to bury his hips into the Gardevoir in front of him. Then, his body would want to thrust back in, and he’d find himself pulling back without meaning to, pumping his belly fuller.

It took a little bit for the uncomfortable part to pass, and eventually Cory’s head was pounding. The Gardevoir had started to time its thrusts with his, drawing his large cock nearly all the way out as Cory buried himself, then pumping back in as Cory drew back. The combined sensation was so intense and so blissful that they probably didn’t need the psychic influence - probably.

Cory cried out, burying himself all the way in as he came. His balls clenching and his body full of red-hot bliss. He could feel Gardevoir’s pussy wringing him, actively squeezing and clenching around him seemingly from base to tip and back again in time with the flexings and pumpings of his balls. Like she was trying to milk him. Then the Gardevoir behind him buried itself all the way in, leaning forward and resting its body weight on him as its cock seemed to reach into his actual stomach, waist pressing warmly against his ass. Cory gave another, sharp whine as he felt the base of it swelling, spreading his hole even wider before flowing inside, moving down the length of the Gardevoir’s huge member before leaking out the end. The egg resting heavy in Cory’s belly, feeling like it was the size of an apple.

“Ho-hokay.” Cory mumbled dreamily. Feeling a Gardevoir to either side of him reaching out to stroke him. Glancing around, the others had come to watch, probably drawn by the uniqueness of the show.

He realized his Pokeballs were in his bag around the same time one of the other males had climbed out of the pool and come around in front of him, waving another oversized cock in his face.

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