Reverse Trainer

Pokemon, a magnificent yet intriguing creature. With different type, power, and

species, their life together with us, human in peacefull world. My name is Akari, it's

not long when i became a trainer in my 20s, i already had few of them as my

partner. But i still yearn for more stronger and more reliable partner. So i take my

step to the journey, to find another one to accompany me.

My step brought me and my Pokemon partner across land, city by city, even sea.

However, my luck seems bad. Everytime i meet an interesting pokemon, they always

ended up to someone else hand. A wild pokemon? Got snatched by other trainer. A

trainer who want to release their pokemon? Someone else already made them their

partner before me. "Argh, what a exhausting journey" i muttered under my breath.

I stop on this unknown city, sat on cafe with cup of coffee on hand. While my

pokemon partner rest inside their pokeball. I sigh deeply, maybe i should try

another way. I heard there will be underground pokemon tournament soon. Maybe i

could participate and win strong pokemon as prize. "Hey, didn't see you around

here before, you new ?." the sudden voice make me turn my head. A man sit beside

me. He wear black hoodie and smirk playfully on his lips.

I explain to him what i felt and i've face few days maybe weeks ago. How my luck

seems bad and everything. "Well, that's just bad luck. But i think i can help you" he

said. He lean closer to me, his breath hot against my ear. "There's a special place

where trainers like you can find rare Pokémon. No competition, no bullshit. Just you

and the wild." His smirk deepened, fingers drumming the countertop like he knew

exactly what I was thinking.

"For real, where?" I blurted, leaning in before catching myself. His grin widened—

slow, like oil spreading—and he pulled a crumpled map from his hoodie pocket. The

paper smelled faintly of smoke and something metallic when he unfolded it,

revealing a red X scrawled over dense forest west of the city. "Duskwood Hollow," he

murmured. "Pokémon there don’t play by league rules. Strong ones, too. But

trainers gotta prove they’re worth it." His knuckle tapped a crude drawing of a cave

entrance, the ink smudged from handling.

"Good luck with your journey." he said it while he leave the cafe, his hoodie swaying

slightly as he walked away. I stared at the map, my fingers tracing the jagged lines of

Duskwood Hollow's borders. The paper felt oddly warm, almost pulsing against my

skin like a second heartbeat. My mind raced—what kind of Pokémon lurked in a

place that didn’t follow league rules? Something twisted in my gut, equal parts

excitement and unease.

I follow the map crossing the forest, walking between tree and fight another

pokemon until the map show me that the X mark is a huge cave in front of me. The

cave looks dark and eerie, but my determination is stronger than my fear. I step

inside, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and something faintly electric—like

the moment before a thunderstorm. My fingers brush against the rough cave wall as

I move deeper, the only sound my own breathing and the occasional drip of water

from stalactites.

"Whoa, never know there's this cave before." i muttered under my breath while

slowly walk inside. The deeper i go, the more the air thicken. The cave seems

unnatural, the wall glow faintly purple, pulsing like veins. My footstep echoed as i

walk, until i heard something growling. Before i realize it, the floor beneath me

collapse, sending me tumbling down into darkness.

When i woke up, i realize that i feel deeper to the cave and my backpack stuck on

the cave ceiling, dangling with my stuff inside. "Argh, damn it. My pokeball in there."

i cursed under my breath. I grab my flashlight, glad it can still working and shine it

around. The cave walls shimmered with that same eerie purple glow, casting long

shadows that seemed to twist unnaturally.

Curious get the best of me, as i walking around i found this small lake inside the

cave with drums filled with waste water. The water ripple without any disturbance,

its surface reflecting the pulsing purple light. I kneel down, my fingers dipping into

the liquid—warm, thick, almost syrupy, and it clings to my skin like oil. "What kind of

monster live in this place?" I whisper, but the cave answers with a low, guttural growl

from the shadows behind me.

I made it to jumps away from whatever behind me, it start to show it full form, a

slime like pokeman name Grimer. I scan the pokedex and it show the information,

Born from sludge, these Pokémon now gather in polluted places and increase the

bacteria in their bodies. "Shit, of course it have to be Grimer." i cursed under my

breath while grab my pokeball, only to realize my pokeball still stuck on my dangling

backpack above me. I gritted my teeth—no partner, no backup, just me and this

stinking mass of toxic sludge eyeing me with beady, hungry eyes.

It try to grab me using it slimy hand but luckily because of it lack of speed, i manage

to dodged it. I keep walking backward, trying to find any way to get my pokeball

back, until i hit the cave wall. Grimer slowly creeping toward me, it movement leave

trail of sticky purple liquid behind. My heart hammered against my ribs—no way

out, nowhere to run—and then the Grimer lunged, its gelatinous body stretching unnaturally toward my face. "Argh, let go!" I gasped as Grimer's gelatinous body slammed into me, its slimy

tendrils wrapping around my waist with shocking strength. The stench of rotting

garbage and chemical waste flooded my nostrils, making my eyes water. I clawed at

its slick surface, but my fingers just sank deeper into its toxic mass—hot, squirming,

alive. The creature gurgled, its body vibrating against mine as it pulled me closer, its

gaping maw dripping with viscous sludge.

The poison on its body didn't do any harm to me, but it start to melting my clothes

away, exposing my skin inch by inch. My shirt dissolved first, the fabric bubbling

away like sugar in hot water, followed by my shorts—leaving me bare against

Grimer’s squelching embrace. Its body pulsed hotter where it touched me, the

sludge thickening into ropes that coiled around my thighs, squeezing with

possessive hunger. I gasped as one slick tendril slid up my inner thigh, the heat of it

making my hips jerk involuntarily.

Grimer shuddered against me, its form rippling as it let out a wet, gurgling moan.

The sound vibrated through its body and into mine, sending an unexpected jolt of

heat straight to my core. My breath hitched—this wasn’t supposed to feel good, but

the way its slime seeped into every crevice, probing and pressing, had my back

arching against the cave wall. "N-Not there—!" I choked out as another tendril found

its way between my legs, the slick pressure unbearable and electric all at once.

Its maw split wider, drooling thick, purple ooze down my chest as it pinned me

harder against the stone. The sludge inside me moved with purpose now, thrusting

in a rhythm that matched the pulsing glow of the cave walls. Every push dragged a

ragged moan from my lips, my nails scraping uselessly against Grimer’s shifting

surface. It was too much—the heat, the friction, the way its body molded against

mine like it wanted to consume me whole—and yet my hips kept rocking, chasing

the filthy pleasure coiling tight in my gut.

The cave echoed with the wet sounds of our bodies, Grimer’s guttural growls

mingling with my whimpers as it fucked me deeper. Then, without warning, its form

convulsed, slime surging thick and hot inside me as it reached its peak. I cried out,

back bowing as my own climax tore through me, my vision whiting out just as the

cave’s purple glow flared blindingly bright. When my senses returned, Grimer was

retreating, its body glistening and satisfied—leaving me slumped against the wall,

dripping and gasping, with a single thought ringing in my head: "What the hell just

happened?".

When i open my eyes, it already evolve into Muk. The slimier, bigger and more

grotesque version of Grimer. It tower above me, dripping toxic sludge onto the cave floor with a wet plop. My legs still trembled from the aftershocks, my skin sticky with

its residue, but Muk didn’t attack—instead, it nudged me gently with a pseudopod,

its beady eyes almost… affectionate? "Oh god, you’re not done with me, are you?" I

muttered, but my voice lacked any real resistance.

Muk’s body quivered, then split open—a gaping, glistening maw forming right at

chest level. Before I could react, it engulfed me up to my waist, its interior hotter and

tighter than before. The pressure was overwhelming, its walls rippling against my

skin like a thousand tongues. I moaned, my hands sinking into its gelatinous mass as

it lifted me off the ground, bouncing me slowly along its length. Every thrust dragged

another whimper from my throat, my toes curling as Muk’s insides pulsed around

me like a living glove. The cave air grew thick with the sound of wet squelches and

my ragged breaths. Muk’s grip tightened, pulling me deeper until my chin brushed

its surface, my entire body cocooned in molten heat. Then—with a shuddering

gurgle—it contracted violently, flooding my senses with the scent of ozone and

decay as it came, its slimy walls convulsing around me. I screamed, my climax hitting

like a thunderbolt, my vision swimming with purple splotches as Muk’s body milked

every last shudder from me.

When it finally released me, I collapsed onto the damp stone, gasping and dripping.

Muk loomed over me, its form shimmering with satisfaction, before turning toward

the cave’s depths—pausing just long enough to glance back, as if waiting. Shakily, I

pushed myself up, my legs barely holding my weight. "Fine," I panted, wiping sludge

from my face. "But next time? We’re finding a fucking bed."

It only groan before form another length and **** it in and out on my mouth,

"Ggrrllk!" I gag as the slimy intrusion fills my throat, the taste of bitter chemicals and

something oddly sweet making my eyes roll back. Muk’s rhythm is relentless, each

thrust deeper than the last, its pseudopod swelling at the base to keep my lips

sealed tight around it. My muffled moans vibrate through its gelatinous flesh as

drool and ooze spill down my chin—I can’t breathe, can’t think, only take it.

Before i realize it, the length pour a huge amount of liquid down to my throat. Not it

seed, but aphrodisiac, "Hgnngh!" i choked, the bitter-sweet liquid flooding my

esophagus, my stomach instantly warming as the aphrodisiac hit my system. My skin

prickled, hypersensitive now—every drip of Muk’s slime against my thighs sending

jolts of pleasure up my spine. It withdrew slowly, leaving me panting and twitching

on the cave floor, my body already begging for more before I could even catch my

breath. Time pass slower than i thought, even i've lost count on how many time this freak

filling me up with both it seed and aphrodisiac. My body no longer obey me, my

mind clouded with lust and my skin coated with it sticky purple juice. My throat sore

from swallowing too much, my hole gaped and leaking it cum. Muk seem never

tired, always ready to pump me full again and again. It didn't let me to take a breath

even slightly, always find a way to tease me when i about to pass out.

After several months have passed, i already felt something move inside my womb,

"Oh god, what have you done to me?" i moan while rubbing my swollen belly. Muk

coiled around me possessively, its body pulsing in sync with the strange kicks

beneath my skin. The cave had become our den, its walls now slick with our

combined fluids, the air thick with the musk of sweat and pheromones.

I arched my back as another contraction rippled through me, Muk’s tendrils

massaging my hips in a grotesque parody of comfort. "F-Fuck, it’s coming—!" I

gasped, nails scraping against the stone as my body convulsed. Pressure built,

unbearable and electric, until with a wet splatter, something slithered out of me—a

writhing mass of purple ooze, already squirming toward its parent. Muk gurgled

approvingly, enveloping the newborn in a viscous embrace.

Exhausted, I collapsed against the cave wall, watching as more of them emerged—

each one larger, hungrier than the last. My body was spent, but Muk wasn’t done. It

loomed over me, its form quivering with renewed hunger, tendrils already snaking

between my trembling thighs. "Again?!" I choked out, but the protest died in my

throat as it pushed inside, my overstimulated nerves lighting up with filthy pleasure.

By dawn, the cave floor was alive with squirming offspring, their tiny pseudopods

probing my limp body as Muk claimed me once more. I barely registered the

sensation anymore—just the heat, the wetness, the endless cycle of filling and being

filled. Somewhere in the haze, I wondered if I’d ever leave. Then Muk’s grip

tightened, and all thought dissolved into primal need.

Days blurred into weeks. My belly swelled grotesquely between cycles, skin

stretched taut over shifting, gelatinous life. Muk’s brood grew bolder, slithering over

me as I lay spent, their tiny mouths latched onto my nipples, draining me dry. I

stopped fighting when they burrowed inside, stopped screaming when their bodies

merged with mine. The pain had long since melted into a dull, throbbing pleasure.

The last time I saw sunlight, it was through a film of purple ooze. Muk had engulfed

me completely, its body molding around mine like a second skin. I felt them then—

dozens of tiny pulses deep inside, growing, feeding, changing me. My vision darkened at the edges, but I smiled. No more hunger. No more loneliness. Just the

wet, endless embrace of the hive.

When the rangers finally breached the cave, they found only a glistening mound of

pulsating sludge. It shuddered as they approached, then split open—revealing a pair

of human eyes, blinking slowly from within the purple depths. One of the rangers

gagged, but the other just sighed, radio crackling to life. "Call the containment unit.

We’ve got another one." The mound rippled in contentment, oozing forward as the

eyes slipped beneath the surface, forever home.