*Author's Note- Pokemon rape. I think that explains it. I don't condone rape, and you Pokemon shouldn't do it. Also a wise narrative to never go into tall grass without a partner. *


I never thought it would happen. I've ventured out of Ithiel Town before without any problem. I can't even severalize mom about this, I know what she would say. Maybe I should of listened to them to not go out without a Pokemon, but I'm impatient, I haven't experience my starter yet, I just turned 10, but I have to wait until they receive more Snivy's, they have the others, but I really wanted him. The reason why they didn't have him, I heard from Mom, well at least, kinda heard from her.

Bryce and his mom came over because he wanted to point me his starter, Oshawatt. We were up in my room, arguing over whether my Snivy would tucker out his when we heard our moms talking about something in the kitchen and we decided to sneak down and eavesdrop.

"They said that Snivy went crazy, as soon as he was released from his pokeball, he ripped the shirt and bra off the snug female help, pinned her downwardly with is vines and was about to break her when one of the others threw his ball at him, it missed of row and he just ran out and to Route 1. They haven't been able to determine him since."

They kept talking about other thing after that. Me and Bryce tried to envision out what Snivy was going to do to the helper and couldn't anatomy out anything, and then we went back to arguing.

But, anyway.

I got up ripe before dawn, mom was still at rest and I wanted to go and tick out the area around Nuvema. I've done this multiple times, so when I get my Snivy, I will sleep with where to go to check.

*

Mom,

I got up to go to school when Bryce, I'll see you when I get back.

-Love Amy

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I left the distinction on the fridge, grabbed my large number and left. Its dark, but the sun is slowly starting to turn out. There's a assuredness child's play that brings over the sweet perfume of apples from the trees. I take a thick breathing place, inhaling the smell and walking past tense Bryce's house to the start of itinerary 1. I've almost gotten to Accumula township before, and this prison term I plan to get there, I've brought money and programme to shop for my futurity Snivy a little.

Tall grass starts surrounding me as I go deeper into Route 1. I enjoy the sights and sounds around me, some idle Pidoves are starting to wake up and fly out of their nests making their sweet cooing racket as they go. Half way through, I decide to cut through the trees instead of going completely around on the chief route. I find a piffling beaten path that will take up me to the other side of meat, and from there, I will head to Accumula.

Its even darker under the tree cover, and there is some mud which makes a splash phone every time I step into a puddle of it. I see motility off to the incline, a Deerling coming out of her den with her fawn. Its beautiful.

There's a quiet ataraxis in this place, little did I know that it was about to make a drastic turn.

I get closer to breaking through the tree business line when I start hearing a shuffling noise behind me. number 1, I think it's the Deerlings passing game through, but as it gets closer I start to get a petty nervous and bug out to take the air faster.

The noises get closer, close enough to were it feels as if something is breathing down my neck opening. I break into a run, trying to get to Route 1 again. I feel something skirmish against my calves but I keep going. Branches are catching my coat and slowing me down, and what I feel touching my pegleg seems to be doing it unwavering and immobile, actually wrapping around me, but I break out of it. Finally I breath a sigh of relief as I get out of the Tree. I'm breathing heavily and lather is pouring down my rachis. I feel the adrenaline pulsing through me.

I look back and see cipher, light is starting to stream through the trees and everything is peaceful. I laugh at my own paranoia, I haven't done that in twelvemonth. I've walked confidently through there for awhile now and I can't supporter but wonder what got to me. I shrug as a haul my breathing time, adjust my pack and showtime walking through the grass.

The Professor and Mom's warning float through my head. ‘ Don't go into the marvellous skunk, you could get hurt it you don't have a Pokemon with you.'

I smile, they worry over nothing, that's when my understructure catches on something and I trip-up. I fall unconditional on my face and moan. ‘ Ow, ow ow ow oww. Damn.'I flip over and sit up, rubbing my rear, trying to get the infliction to soften. When I try to stand I can't, I look down, my metrical foot is caught in a vine, its twisted around my mortise joint and halfway up my calf.

‘ What the… ?'I reach down and try to undo myself and I can't find the end, I search along it until my hand hits something warm and bumpy. The affair I touched move forward and I see a piffling light-green rostrum appear then the rest of his body, the vines that caught me were coming out of his rear, and they tighten around me as he reveals himself to me.

Snivy looks down at me with that Lake Superior tone that his species seems to have and I stare back up at his green middle. Its very uncommon to have wild dispatcher on Route 1, damn near impossible really, how could he…

Then it clicks, he's my fledgling, the one that went gaga and fled after trying to hurt the assistant.

"L-let me gooo !"Another vine shoots out and roll around my back talk silencing me. He walks close and I see something pink and long emerging from the grim half of his body.

I remember finding one of Daddy's books in the bathroom a few twelvemonth ago when he left it once, and I promised not to say Mom if he told me what it was. He said it was called porn, and then I had him explicate what everything was. The knock thing emerging from Snivy was his penis…or cock as dad accidentally called it once.

His cock is long, almost as long as he is tall, and its fat. Its glitter in the brightness, and I see something white start to ooze from the tip as he starts stroking it while staring at me. I start to struggle, trying to scream around my gag.

"Sniv…"He murmurs as his stroking goes faster, another vine emerges and starts ripping off my dress, in seconds he has me completely naked, the vine in my mouthpiece loosens and ties my hands above my head word, while the one that stripped me takes me other leg and stretches it out revealing my pussy to him.

"Get off me ! Snivy, please let me go ! Get the fuck off me !"

He doesn't listen, and seems to get off to my words. He strokes faster, and his eyes start to shut."Sni, sni, sni, SNIVYYYY !"He screams just when his cock erupts sending his cum across my body.

It splashes across my belly and pectus, it has a minty, Basil like olfactory modality to it, in a different consideration, I might enjoy the smell.

He looks at me through heavy lidded eye, still stroking his hard cock. My throat hurts with all the yelling, then I see two Sir Thomas More vines emerge, but they look different from the others. The steer are broad then the rest of the vine, and are a bass green, and I see slits at the top.

One slithers onto the ground coming toward me, I try to shin, but his other vines tighten as he glowers at me. I feel it start to agitate against my ass and I scream again, instantly its muffled by the former oddly shaped vine going into my mouth and down my throat and cutting off my oxygen and it starts sliding itself in and out, allowing me to have a bit of air every now and then.

The one on my ass starts pressing forward as Snivy walks towards me. He smiles as he positions his cock around my pussy's entrance. The vine pops into my audibly just as Snivy enters my pussy.

Tears are streaming down my face as he stretches out both hollow and break through my virginal membrane. I can find pedigree running from my ass and pussy. My sassing is tight around the one in my sass as it shoves itself in and out. saliva starts pooling and running down the side of my mouth and into my hair because it has no where else to go, whenever I swallow, Snivy gets a glad look and the vine starts to pulse slightly.

Snivy fucks me hard, pistoning his prick and vines furiously out of me, I try to contend, but the fix movement I'm given seems to get him off even more. Another set of vines comes from his back and slithers out and wraps themselves around my small tit. For 10, I have a fair set, but they are still little, an A cup.

The vines start massaging my pap, making them punishing and making me clench around his putz and the vine in my ass. I'm starting to palpate good, and I am so ashamed of the pleasance. I don't want this happening, but my body can't aid but respond to his devices.

Then the one in my mouthpiece starts pumping harder and harder and I feel it pulsing, making my throat expand momentarily each time. Snivy smiles wickedly at me before it shoots off.

Its cum goes directly down my throat, he's making sure I eat some, before pulling back and letting me taste. It tastes like it smells, but it feels dissimilar, like short seeds…or spores. What is this… ?

As the vine pulls away and goes back into his back, I start feeling light headed as I cough and splutter now that the obstacle in my throat is gone. My spine starts to tingle, and the farther down the wiz goes it spreads to other areas. My boob start to feel medium and tingly too, and the vines massaging them and pulling on the nipple feel extremely good now.

I start to moan, and I don't know why, its like I don't have any ascendancy over my body. ‘ The spores…what sort are they ?'

The prickling goes farther down into my renal pelvis, my pussy and clit kickoff feeling like they are vibrating and my ass feels courteous and wide. Snivy smiles at me as my grammatical construction goes from that of fear to lust.

My lingua lolls from my sass and my optic start to roll as a pillock grin gets plastered to my face. ‘ No, I don't want this ! conflict back !'I shout, but my physical structure doesn't listen and continues reacting the claim diametric. I feel my pussy getting wet, its practically pouring out of me now.

I can't understand Snivy's nomenclature, but by the smell he's giving me he's probably saying something along the cable of,"That's right hand, accept it you lilliputian slut."

My body reacts thus, it starts fucking him back, the vines on my wrists and ankle tighten to limit my movement more.

Snivy is fucking me vigorously, my kitty and ass clenching and liquid state spurting out of me every time he makes me cum. It covers him, coating his ok scurf and making them shimmer. I try to make my body fight, but I have no ascendance over it, the spores seem to be controlling me now, and I can only wait until they die off.

Snivy starts picking up pace, the vine in my ass matching his tread but while one comes in the former goes out and vice versa. The vine starts to then roll around his cock in my pussycat and clenching down, making me even tighter around him while it continues going in and out my ass.

Just then he screams and his hammer and the vine cum in me simultaneously. I can palpate More spores shooting into my ass, they seem to only come from his vines. As they enter my bowels, the prickling grows inviolable and I spray my juice all over his spasming cock. He pulls back along with his vines, although some remain out.

One comes and grabs me by the hair, bringing me over. I moan as he drags me to him, while inside I'm screaming for him to block off. A petty of me must still be there because bust are streaming down my face even though that poor fish libidinous expression is still on my face.

He drops me and readjusts his postponement on my pilus, he wraps it around like a fuzz tie and go on my top dog up, while another comes and military force my oral cavity open air. I realize what he's doing as he steps closer, putting his peter to my lips.

I try to make my body conflict, but the spores still have hold of me. He slowly enters my lip, his cock it slicked with my succus, it tastes of me and his minty-basil predilection, more pernicious than his cum, but still manifest, although there is an supererogatory earthy taste to it.

His slight hands go to either English of my head to keep himself steady as he starts fucking my face. The vine holding my mouth disappears, but I feel it go underneath me, and starts entering my pussycat again, its just a normal vine, it doesn't like the others that put the spores into me. It goes bass than his cock, breaking through my cervix more than he did and violating my womb and making me feel even more fully than he did.

He's fucking my oral fissure, while another shag my pussy and the two others still playing with my boob. His cock goes deep inside my throat, cutting off all air, and he doesn't demand much clock time to pull back to give me any other, I feel like I'm suffocating, but my organic structure is still responding. I'm running my tongue around his minty cock as he fucks me, sucking in my cheeks making it tighter for him.

Now, every time the vine thrusts itself in I spray cum all over the position. Its like a waterfall, and I feel that I'm kneeling in a pool of it.

He shoves his hanker dick inside me and I feel it pulse as the vine in my hair tightens in the one in my pussy stillness. I feel jet after jet of cum enter my throat he pulls back and the residue covers my typeface and gets into my hair.

It covers my face, I can only see out of one eye. He pulls back, his tool finally softens, he smiles at me and sits down. Finally I return to myself, and I start crying broad force. He ... took away my virginity. Violated me…

I see him cleaning our cum off his scales, and he looks at me fulfil. He smiles lazily at me."Sniiivyyy."I quickly get up and get dressed and run home, still covered in cum.


***

Mom never found out, she was at work, and thankfully no one in Ithiel Town saw me. I took a shower, wiping away all of Snivy's cum. When I'm done, a part of my mind wonders why he did it. I've never seen Pokemon act like that, than I remember something about what Mom said about a Pokemon's mating time of year and how cranky they get, maybe that's what's wrong with him.

As I enter my elbow room a receive a jounce, its Snivy. He's sitting on my bed, cleaning his scales, when he spots me he smiles."Sniii."He looks completely normal now. I look over at my dresser and see his Pokeball that the prof gave me and I go for it. He just smiles as I throw it, him entering it in the red stream of light without a problem.

I take him back to the Lab, and they evaluate him and they decide that he is ok, nothing wrongly now. They figured he just wanted to be free. I keep tranquillize about the whole incident. Then they ask me if I want him, now that they got him back, they figure it would be ok.

‘ Should I…'I think back to what happened earlier and feel raging, I don't ever want to see that little demon again. I feel hatred towards him, and I hope they send him far far away. I open my sassing to tell them this.

"Yes, I'll take up him."I say happily, smiling at them and extending my arms and picking up Snivy and cuddling him to my chest.

I want…what do I want ?

Snivy smiles at me and I realize ... the Spores…they aren't out of my system…and by the expression of it, its never going to happen.

I put him down as we leave the Lab, my brain screaming to take the little fucker and cliff him to the behind of the sea. Snivy's smiling grows bigger as he walks by my side back home. In my room, he closes the doorway and faces me, I see his peter lengthening again, and the member shaped vines coming from his back. ‘ Mom, Daddy…help !'I scream as my body goes and takes him into my back talk and the vines enter my puss and ass. The last affair I see is Snivy smiling maniacally at me as my cognisance fades away, giving way to the spore induced haze.

*I hope you enjoyed, rate and comment. This is my commencement Pokemon fic, but I think I'll right more, maybe something more vanilla like though. *