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Aly's first day at the Eterna Conservation Center dawns bright and early. She's up before her alarm, excited and nervous to start this new chapter of her life. They'd sent her a uniform shirt already - just a simple tee with the Center's logo on it - and told her to dress comfortably as she could need to trek into the reserve at any time. Throwing on a pair of shorts, her hiking boots, and a hat just in case she ends up spending a lot of time outside, Aly decides it's better to be early rather than late.
The only thing that makes her hesitate is having to leave her own Pokemon team at home. She'll be allowed to bring them to the Center eventually, but every Pokemon they admit has to be tested for training and temperament before it's allowed to interact with the others in the reserve. Aly understands the reasoning, even if she's sad to leave her best friends behind.
The closest apartment Aly had been able to rent is in Eterna City, so she has a forty minute walk to the reserve in Eterna Forest, but she passes the time by slowly eating her breakfast and scoping out places she might like to visit, or clearings that may be home to interesting Pokemon.
The Center, when it comes into view, is much larger than she expected, three stories tall with a basement if some of the windows close to the ground are to be believed. She'd expected something smaller and unobtrusive, but the programs must be much busier than she thought if they need so much space.
Aly psyches herself up before pushing into the garden and to the front door, refusing to let herself turn back. This is a new chapter in her life and she's going to face it head on!
The lobby is small and simple; a counter, a few computers, and a single person watching the door. It's a girl probably still in her teens, but she looks up and welcomes Aly with a smile.
"Oh, you must be Aly," the girl at the counter says. "I'm Margo. Welcome! We've been looking forward to your arrival. We love getting fresh faces!"
"Yes, I'm Aly! Very excited to be here. Also nervous. Very nervous."
Shit. She hadn't meant to say that out loud.
Margo laughs, but it doesn't sound like she's laughing at her. "It's okay, we were all nervous once! Let me go get Gigi, she'll get you started with your apprenticeship paperwork."
"Great! Thank you so much."
She can't keep from bouncing one of her legs as she waits, but it can't be more than five or six minutes before a woman with braided hair opens one of the doors behind the counter.
"Hi, Aly, I'm Gigi. It's so nice to meet you! Come on back and we'll get started on your paperwork."
"It's nice to meet you, too!" she says, stepping behind the counter. Margo waves as she leaves, and Aly feels a little better with everyone being so nice. She follows Gigi down a short hallway and into a well-organized office, taking one of the visitor's chairs when the other woman offers.
"We love getting new apprentices in," Gigi says, pulling a thick packet of papers from a file cabinet. "They always bring such enthusiasm to the role. It really keeps us going!"
"I'm really happy to be here," she says. "Honestly, I was kind of shocked when the offer came through. I don't have any experience with Pokemon conservation, so it was a little weird. But I'm very grateful!"
"Oh, but you took an excellent run at the Championship," the other woman says. "That means you have plenty of experience caring for and training Pokemon! You can learn everything else!"
"Oh," Aly says, accepting the packet of papers. "I hadn't really thought of it like that."
"The best way to care for Pokemon, is to care for Pokemon!" Gigi says enthusiastically. "Now, please go over each section and sign and initial on every dotted line; I've highlighted them just to make sure nothing gets missed. Take as much time as you need, and ask me any questions you have. There's no rush."
"Thank you. I appreciate it."
It takes Aly several hours to carefully go over the apprenticeship agreement. There are standard terms like pay, paid time off, sick leave, and so forth, but there's an entire extra packet just dedicated to a non-disclosure agreement. It explains what she can and can't talk about with anyone outside of the Center, since their methods are copywrited, and the legal ramifications if she breaks the agreement. Altogether, it's a very detailed contact, but she doesn't find anything malicious hidden in the fine print.
"Okay, I'm done," she says.
"Wonderful!" Gigi says. "I'll get this filed this morning, and I'll let Ms Clementine know your ready for the tour."
Aly is a little stumped at that. Clementine Carroway is the owner and proprietor of the Eterna Conservation Center. She assumed she'd be far too busy to show around a new apprentice.
Instead of taking her back to the lobby, Gigi ushers her into some kind of break room, telling her she's welcome to any of the snacks and drinks in the fridge befroe diappearing back to her office. Aly is still a little too nervous to eat anything, but she does her best to distract herself by scrolling through social media feeds on her phone.
It's almost early evening by the time an older woman in a sun dress steps into the room and says,
"You must be Aly! It's so nice to meet you! I'm so sorry to make you wait, but I was stuck out in the reserve dealing with a particularly Tauros-headed Serperior."
She shoots to her feet, shoving her phone in her pocket, and offering her hand. "Yes, ma'am. I am."
"I'm Clementine Carroway. It's so wonderful of you to join us. We just love getting new apprentices in!"
"I'm really happy to be here. Thank you so much for the opportunity."
"Well aren't you the sweetest! How about we do a tour and then I can introduce you to some of our mentors?"
"Sounds great!"
Aly follows closely as Ms Clementine shows her around the building, letting her peek into the offices and labs tasked with taking care of the data, regulations, lisences, and the myriad of other things it takes to comply with local and regional laws, and keep their status as a conservation center, not just a breedingg facility. It's interesting and important, but isn't really up Aly's alley. She preferrs hands-on work over staring at a screen.
"Now, I'm sure this has a been a little bit of a bore," Clementine says as she leads Aly back down to the main floor.
"Oh, no, it's been great!"
"It's okay, dear," she says at a whisper, "I find the paperwork dreadfully boring, too. But! I think now is a perfect time to show you some of the fun parts. A little sneak peak into some more advanced work. How does that sound?"
Aly agrees immediately, happily following along and wondering what Ms Clementine plans on showing her. Do they have a medical station to monitor Pokemon? Will they head out into the reserve? Maybe she'll even get to help out with some of the care-taking duties!
Ms Clementine opens the door to a dark room and ushers her in, closing and locking the door behind them. She flips on a low light, and Aly realizes she isn't in a room, but a long, dim hallway. There are doors and windows on either side of the hall, but each window is curtained, though she can see light filtering out from behind some of them.
"Aly, I'm so excited to show you what you're apprenticeship will entail. Now, this will be something you won't get to for a few months - training and practice to come first after all - but I find it always helps to have something to look forward to."
Ms Clementine leads her past the first few doors to one of the windows with a light behind the curtain. "Now, this might be a little shocking at first, but you'll get used to it in no time." She pulls the curtain to the side, and Aly can't keep from taking two steps back, dread anc shock dropping hard stones into her stomach.
The room itself is rather plain, but suspended from the ceiling is, Aly sees, a woman. She's wearing a blindfold, a red ball gag shoved between her lips, and her arms have been tied behind her back; the rope holding her in place is also tied around her thighs, forcing her into a bent over position. Between that and the spreader bar forcing her legs apart, her pussy is on display, lips parted to show off a blush color.
"Isn't she lovely?" Ms Clementine sighs. "Sadie is one of our star incubators. She's at the advanced level, but I think it might only take another few months for her to reach expert! Oh, Aly, you look positively dreadful. Are you alright?"
"What the fuck?" she barks out without thought. "Why is she - "
"Oh, darling," Ms Clementine says. "Who do you think does the breeding?"
Aly tries to take another step back, to flee back to the lobby and the safety of the others, but Ms Clementine reaches for her, scruffing her by the neck like she's a Liepard's kit. Sharp nails against either side of her neck have Aly frozen, unable to do anything but stumble forward to the window when the older woman pulls her along.
"Now, I know this probably isn't what you expected, but it's important you get the full picture of the process, and the best way to do that is to see it first hand. Besides, this will come in handy when it's time for you to participate!"
"Participate! You're out of your fucking - "
Aly is shoved into the window, glass cold and hard against her face. She can feel Ms Clementine at her back, breath hot in her ear.
"Now, Aly, do remember that you've already signed your paperwork. You're under contract, dear. I even set up this demonstration special, just for you. Please, pay attention."
Ms Clementine keeps her pinned to the window with one hand, and fiddles with something with the other. After a moment - a long moment of staring at this poor woman strung up from the ceiling with the most intimate parts of her open and...and silky slick...and on display like she's some cut of meat - a door Aly hadn't noticed unlatches and swings open. The woman obviously hears it happen, perking up and showing signs of life for the first time, but she doesn't struggle or try to twist to face the noise, settling back down quickly.
"Sadie is just so talented," Ms Clementine is saying as a hulking shadow trudges towards the door, "I thought I'd set up a treat for her for this demonstration. Two Pidgies with one stone!"
Aly can't keep from gasping when a Slaking, massive even for the species, lumbers into the room. It's knuckles drag against the ground as it looks around. It doesn't seem to notice Sadie at first, but that quickly changes, perking up with it's nose in the air like it's caught the scent of something enticing. She watches in horror as it approaches her, smaller than it by a third and vulnerable without a way to escape from what's coming, and shoves it's nose between Sadie's legs. The woman starts, but doesn't put up any more protest, even as a short, thick tongue lolls out to lave against the back of her thighs.
"We use a bottled version of Sweet Scent to entice our breeding stock," Ms Clementine says casually. "It encourages the Pokemon to relax and approach the incubators. Getting them interested is usually the most difficult part."
She barely notices the comment, instead horrified and transfixed as the Slaking tries to get closer to Sadie, but isn't very successful as she isn't fastened to the ground in any way, leaving her free to swing from the ropes around her wrists, arms, and chest. The Slaking's fur bristles in frustration and it seems like he makes a noise, though she can't ear anything through the window. It tries again, bristles further, then stomps it's foot down on the spreader bar between Sadie's legs, pulling the rope taut and keeping her in place.
It's shoves it's nose further against her pussy and it's hips give an aborted thrust and that's when Aly finally takes note of the thing's cock. It's enormous, easily hanging to the Pokemon's knees; the thin tip doesn't distract from the way it tapers at the base, as thick as Aly's wrist. It's bright red, thrusting out from the Slaking's pelvis, but so heavy it droops towards the floor.
After a moment longer between Sadie's thighs, the Slaking stands, one massive hand wrapping around her waist, the other around the back of her neck, pushing her down to open up her pussy further. Aly stops breathing when it thrusts against the other woman, missing twice before the thick tip catches on her hole.
To her dismay - unexpected, yet unsurprising as this is a Pokemon, a beast, not a human man to be reasoned with - Slaking shoves it's cock into Sadie without pause, thrusting forward until no room is left between them. Immediately, it begins humping forward, uncaring of the pussy it's fucking into, driven by instinct to fuck and breed.
"Oh, good," Ms Clementine says when a soft, pink mist is shaken from the Slaking's fur. "We encourage all our clients to teach their Pokemon the move Attract before sending them to us for breeding. It really helps smooth the way and knock out those nerves."
"You're fucking insane," Aly says, but her eyes can't leave the thick red shaft spearing into Sadie over and over.
"Oh, Aly, that's nonsense," she dismisses. "This is valuable work, and it isn't as if the incubators don't enjoy themselves. Here, have a listen."
She fiddles with something out of view and suddenly the hall is filled with guttural grunts and the wet slurping of an oversized cock fucking into soft, moist flesh. The Slaking is loud, growling out it's own satisfaction, but even over its noise and through the ball gag, Aly can hear Sadie gasping and moaning, and not in pain. Every few gasps a vowel escapes, a word cut off by the rubber between her lips.
"See?" Ms Clementine says. "She's very much enjoying herself. And Slaking is being such a courteous partner!"
Aly wouldn't call being fucked by a Pokemon anything like 'courteous', but she and Ms Clementine obviously have drastically different world views. However, before she can argue, the Slaking roars out, hands clamped down on Sadie's neck and waist, dragging her back firmly on it's cock as it stills, gives a few more pumps of it's hips, and sits down, fat cock sliding out of her, a thick stream of off-white cum following.
"A very successful first breeding!" Ms Clementine celebrates. "Our policy is at least three rounds, just to make sure the breeding sticks, but Sadie is so fertile, I have no doubt it will have already taken. Still, this is a treat for her good work, so I'll let her go as many rounds as she and Slaking can stand."
She pulls Aly away from the window, cutting the speaker next to the door and sliding the curtain closed. She still has a hand firmly on her neck, and doesn't seem willing to let go.
"Now, that really was just the fun part of the process, but do you have any questions?"
Aly can't help but stare at the older woman. Questions? Does she have questions? She was just forced to watch a Pokemon shove it's...thick red cock into a woman's slick pussy, fuck her while they both...moaned, until she was so full of cum that it started leaking down her...No! The only question Aly has is if she gets to leave!
"Can I leave?" she asks hopefully.
"Oh, darling," Ms Clementine laughs, "of course not. You're under contract, remember? You're apprenticeship is twelve months long, you couldn't possibly leave now! Besides, you've just witnessed a proprietary process, I can't risk you telling my competitors about my business model."
"I won't tell anyone, I swear!" she tries to bargain.
"No need to swear to it, Aly, dear. I believe you'll keep it to yourself. But just in case, we'll take our standard precautions."
"Which are?" she asks reluctantly.
"Quite fun!" Clementine says and shoves something under her nose.
The last thing Aly knows is the harsh crack of her knees hitting the ground.
***
Aly comes to slumped in the visitor's chair of an office. She doesn't recognize it as Gigi's, so she isn't sure where she is, or how long she's been unconscience. There's something stiff around her neck, and when she reaches for it, she realizes her hands have been cuffed from wrist to elbow, holding her arms together in an awkward stretch that pulls at her shoulders. She tries to pull at the restraints, but is tied too tight to get any real leverage.
Moving on from her arms, Aly tries to stand from the chair, and realizes her ankles have also been tied together; the rope is probably long enough for her to tip toe around, but she doubts there's enough length for her to take a full step. She has no choice but to sit back down.
It doesn't take long for the door to swing open and admit Clementine, another woman following close behind.
"Oh, wonderful, you're awake," she says. "Aly this is Cherri, she's one of our lead conservationists. Cherri, this is our new apprentice, Aly!"
"It's wonderful to meet you, Aly!" Cherri says enthusiastically, paying no mind to the restraints keeping her in place. "We just love getting new apprentices!"
"What's going on?" Aly demands.
"What do you mean?" Clementine asks. "You're here for your apprenticeship. We did a tour this morning. Are you feeling alright?"
"You showed me a…the Pokemon was," she wretches, but keeps from puking. "And then you knocked me out and now I'm tied up in some office! What do you mean what do I mean? What the fuck is going on?"
"Oh, this is only your first day," she says brightly. "It's alright, sometimes it takes a bit to settle in. We won't hold it against you!"
"You let that Pokemon fuck a woman!"
"I thought I'd give you something to look forward to," Clementine says reasonably. "I appologise if you found it intimidating. It's okay! You'll get used to it in no time!"
No the fuck she won't.
"And what is this?" Aly demands, trying to fit her fingers under the black strip around her neck.
"A tracking collar!" Clementine says. "We use them to keep track of the Pokemon sent to us and, sometimes, apprentices. Don't worry, it's waterproof!"
"But why am I wearing it?!"
"So we can keep track of you, Aly, dear," she says reasonably. "We can't just have you wandering off. What if you were to get lost in the reserve?"
Aly bites back the scream that's been building since she first saw Sadie strung up as an offering. She has to get this off so she can get out! This isn't what she signed up for! She read the paperwork that came with the apprenticeship offer and there was nothing about being used as a living egg incubator for whatever Pokemon wanted to fuck her! Just having to think those words in that order is fucking insane!
"Are you ready for your first day in the field?" Clementine asks as if it were an actual choice. As if Aly hadn't woken up in a strange room, bound and collared like a mischievous Houndour.
"Sure," she says as neutrally as possible, gritting her teeth to keep from yelling.
"Wonderful! I'm going to let Cherri show you the reserve this morning, and perhaps after lunch you can accompany Dahlia in the greenhouses."
"Sounds great."
***
Cherri leads her out of the building, through a garden full of Cherubi and Seedot, and out into the untouched wilderness of the reserve, babbling about the Center's programs and initiatives. Aly shuffles along behind her, desperately looking for an escape route, not that she'd be able to follow through even if she found one.
Fifteen minutes into their trek, heading in a direction Aly can't even begin to fathom, Cherri stops them both short with a soft, "Oh!", before tugging her into a few tall bushes. She has just a moment to wonder what the fuck is going on, but Cherri moves a few branches aside, and they're both able to peek out into a small clearing. In the middle of the clearing is a woman, and Aly's stomach sinks again.
She's face down in the dirt, wrists tied behind her neck, a few loops of rope passing around her throat to keep her on her elbows; her knees are also tied together, another lank of rope also connecting at the neck, presenting her pussy to anyone who happens to wander by. She, like Sadie had been, is blindfolded and gagged.
"This is Sallie," Cherri whispers, hand fisted tight in Aly's hair to keep her from looking away. "She's only a beginner so she can't take anything too impressive yet, but I think she's got potential. Her first brood was for a Sudowoodo, and the eggs were a little small, but all three hatched, and one was a color variation, so we're excited to see her next batch. Ah, look!"
Cherri points to their right and Aly can't miss the set of glowing pink eyes peaking out from under a shrub. Cautiously, a light colored snout slips its way out of the shadows, followed by a red face and tan ruff. Aly feels dread pool in her stomach as a midnight-formed Lycanroc slinks out of the underbrush, attention on Sallie, cock already hard and leaking, knot halfway inflated.
"Oh, good," Cherri says quietly. "We've been trying to get this Lycanroc to mate for weeks. If he likes Sallie then we can get them both into an isolation room to make sure those pups take. Wonderful!"
The Lycanroc is quiet as it approaches the other girl - and she is a girl, barely twenty if not still a teenager - but doesn't seem to care enough to stay that way, cracking several twigs under his paws as he sniffs forward. Sallie startles, pulling at the ropes around her wrists and wiggling, obviously frightened of whatever could be coming for her.
"Uh, what is she doing? She's going to scare him off."
"May - "
Cherri slaps a hand over her mouth. "Shut up! Don't interrupt!"
The Lycanroc slinks close enough to press its nose to Sallie's pussy, causing her to redouble her efforts to squirm away. She's whimpering around the gag, but the Pokemon doesn't seem to care. It looms over the girl, going to all fours over her; its thick cock taps against her cunt twice before shoving forward and stuffing into her hole. Sallie screeches, but the Lycanroc just pushes her harder into the dirt and starts humping, shaft barely reappearing before thrusting back into her.
"Perfect!" Cherri whispers.
"This is fucking disgusting," Aly says a little louder than normal. "You sick fucks tied up some poor girl and - "
The Pokemon startles at the noise, and glances around to find the disturbance. When it can't spot them, hidden in the shrubs as they are, it gives two more hesitant thrusts before pulling out completely and scampering back into the foliage.
"Fuck!" Cherri says, shoving Aly into the dirt. She tries to catch herself, but can't with her hands and elbows tied together. The other woman stomps away, and Aly hears her say, "Sorry for the interruption, Sallie," the other girl whimpers, "but the new apprentice is a piece of work. Seems like you'll have to be out here a little longer before you get a good partner. I'll have someone come check on you in a bit, okay? Good girl."
Cherri stomps back to Aly, yanking her out of the dirt and forcing her to stumble back in the direction of the center, grumbling under her breath about ungrateful apprentices interrupting important work.
Once they've reached the building and Cherri has locked the door behind them with both a key and a pin code, she turns to Aly, hands on both hips, looking severely disappointed.
"I need you to know that what you did wasn't okay," she says like she's speaking to a toddler. "You interrupted a very important process. That Lycanroc has been very skittish and we were so lucky that it seemed to like Sallie. Now it might be several more weeks before we catch sight of it again."
"Good," Aly spits. "I hope every Pokemon in the area disappears so you guys can't do this gross, despicable routine any more. Letting - encouraging Pokemon to breed people is the definition of depravity. It's disgusting. What you did to that girl - "
"First and foremost," Cherri interrupts, "we are a dedicated breeding facility with a phenomenal inter-regional rating. Our methods, even though proprietary, are first rate. Secondly, we didn't do anything to Sallie. She went through the same apprenticeship you agreed to, and decided to stay on with us after. Her work is highly valued and I don't appreciate the way you speak about her or her work."
"You're out of your mind! You tied up some teenager and left her naked in the woods for some random Pokemon to come around and fuck! And she didn't want to be there! You saw that just like I did!"
"Oh, everyone gets nervous every now and then," Cherri dismisses. "Sallie is still adjusting to the role of full time incubator. It can take a bit to settle in. She'll be doing just fine in a month or two."
"So you're just going to kep encouraging Pokemon to rape her while she's tied up and helpless?" Aly demands.
Cherri's eyes narrow. "How dare you use such disgusting language for our good, hard work. You know, I was ready to forgive all the missteps - it's only your second day after all - but I think you might need a different style of teaching."
Aly tries to ask what that means, but Cherri shoves her back into the door. Her head bounces off the metal and she staggers. Cherri shoves something into her face and she smells that same acrid scent that Clementine had forced under her nose, and doesn't remember hitting the floor.
***
Aly wakes on a cold floor with a splitting headache. She's in some kind of dim room, but when she attempts to sit up - a struggle with her hands still tied - a boot plants into her shoulder and presses her back to the floor. The figures of Clementine and Cherri blur into existence when she squints up at them; another woman steps out of the gloom to join them.
"Aly, dear," Clementine says. "I hear you've been misbehaving. Your apprenticeship is off to a very rough start, young lady."
"Get fucked," she croaks.
"See?" Cherri says. "She's been so combative. I don't think visual instruction has been having the impact it needs."
"Well, as much as I hate to reward bad behavior," Clementine says. "I think you're correct, Cherri - speeding up her apprenticeship might be the solution to this behavior problem. You know," she says to Aly, "most apprentices are chomping at the bit to make it this far, but I think some first-hand experience will show you the importance of our work."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" she demands, but the dread pooling in her stomach is answer enough.
"I think it's time for your introduction course," the older woman says, ignoring Aly's question. "And since these things can be a little awkward the first few times, I'll be sure to give you as much privacy as possible."
Cherri and the other woman grab her arms and haul her up, not letting her find her feet before dragging her back into the hall and away from the door to the rest of the facility. She struggles as much as she can as they pull her to one of the last rooms on the right, but when she manages to kick the unnamed woman in the shin, she hears a faint beep right under her ear a bare second before every nerve in her body is flooded with electricity.
Aly's teeth crack together as her body seizes, muscles squeezing so hard she feels like her bones may break. It ends abruptly, leaving her gasping and light-headed on the floor.
"I don't care for such rough training methods," Clementine says despondently, "but you can't be allowed to act like a Tinkatuff throwing a tantrum. You know, I didn't expect such trouble from you. Your application made you seem like such a nice, reasonable girl. Behind her back would be best, I think, Dahlia. Thank you."
"There's nothing reasonable about making Pokemon breed people!" Aly grits out as the other two women pull her back to her feet.
"Breeding is the most natural thing in the world!" Dahlia says. "We've been doing it since the beginning of time."
"Every single one of you is out of your mind! I won't do this! I'm not letting a Pokemon fuck me!"
"You lost the privilege to make decisions when you interrupted Sallie's breeding," Cherri says. "You have to learn to work with us if you're going to stay."
"I don't want to stay! Oof!" Her teeth clack together again as she's dropped to the floor. They're in a room identical to the one Sadie had been in, two doors and a window with the curtain pulled closed. Cherri disappears through the door they hadn't come through, and Dahlia pushes her down to yank one of Aly's boots off. "Get off - "
A beep and enough electricity to make her mind go blank.
When she comes to, Aly has been stripped bare, clothes and shoes no where to be seen. She tries to move, get up, get away, but is held fast by the bindings around her torso, thighs and ankles. Her hands have been tied to the small of her back, and her ankles to the back of her thighs. The moment she realizes she's so exposed, she tries to close her legs, but the spreader bar cuffed around her ankles doesn't let her.
Desperate to get out of what she knows is coming, Aly tries to roll onto her front, but a shoe kicks her back over. Cherri is standing over her with some kind of strapping in her hands, looking fed up with the situation.
"Stop wiggling," she demands. "You're not getting out of this so stop fighting us. This is for your own good, and if you'd give it a chance, we know you'll like it." She kneels down and starts buckling the straps across Aly's neck, chest, and hips, fastening them to rings bolted into the ground.
For a moment, Aly thinks she's going to leave her feet free, but that hope dies when she bolts both ends of the spreader bar to the ground as well. Trying for all that she can, Aly can't even twist a quarter inch off the floor.
"You're all fucking insane!" Aly says, feels like she's been repeating since she got to the conservatory.
"You're being rude when we're trying to be nice," Cherri says. "We're trying to share our home and ways with you, why can't you understand that?"
"You let Pokemon FUCK YOU! You let them breed you! What the fuck is wrong with you? How did you think this was a good or right idea?"
"You're so judgemental," Cherri frowns, kneeling to shove a ball gag in Aly's mouth, buckling it behind her head. "I hope this changes your mind."
Without a backward glance, she leaves the room via the door to the hall, closing it behind her. Alone, and finally able to take stock without distraction, Aly can't help but feel exposed and tense. She's been stripped and trussed up to put her pussy on display because a Pokemon is going to fuck her and there's nothing she can do about it.
Oh fuck, a Pokemon is going to fuck her and there's nothing she can do about it.
Aly is getting ready to start screaming when a click comes from the door and Clementine's voice says, "Aly, welcome to the introductory lesson on our proprietary breeding techniques! I know things have been tense since your arrival, but I'm confident you'll enjoy yourself. Now, as most people know, Ditto is a null egg type, and may breed with anything. With our method, our incubators are saturated with Ditto mucus, which allows eggs to either form or mature, depending on the type of Pokemon being bred. Thanks to this, we have a wonderful brood of Ditto that are well trained to assist our incubators in getting ready. They're all very sweet; I promise they'll be gentle with you. As I believe privacy would be best for you in this instance, I'll be back to check on you in a few hours. Have fun!"
A second click and Aly's thoughts start racing. Ditto??? Mucus??? They??? The thought of one Pokemon fucking her is bad enough...the thought of having to fuck more than one leaves her reeling. How do...how do Ditto even fuck??? They're just sentient slime balls???
Distracted as she is, Aly doesn't notice when the other door opens, and isn't knocked out of her thoughts until a cool, gel-like substance slaps against her thigh. She jerks and tries to roll away, but is fastened too well to the floor to do anything more than wiggle her toes. A second blob of gel lands on her foot. She assumes it's a Ditto, but there's no way for her to check.
A third blob touches the inside of her leg and, without warning, that cool gel touch seals itself over her pussy and starts to shove itself inside. Aly screams around the ball gag, yanking at the bindings, but it does nothing other than press bruises into her skin. More and more gel touches her legs and hips and waist, but she can't focus on anything other than the slime stuffing itself into her pussy. It's cold and thick, squirming its way past tight muscle, poking and prodding until it shifts forward, and Aly is screaming for an entirely different reason: not because she has a Pokemon inside of her right now, but because it feels good.
Disgusted with herself, Aly doesn't notice another Ditto slinking across her hips until it plops itself down next to the first and starts squeezing itself in alongside the other. She balks, trying to buck the little fuckers off, but is once again distracted when the creature inside of her pushes up, up, up into the spongy tissue at the crown of her cunt. The second one slips halfway in while she's fighting back - refusing - to let any of this get her off, and the stretch aches, the two of them more solid than she ever assumed Dittos were.
One of the other Dittos slithers past it's brethren until it's sitting just below her bellybutton, opens its mouth, and seals its gummy lips around her clit. Aly bucks, jerks, screams through the ball gag as this creature doubles down on the pressure. She can't keep her muscles from clenching, and that must be a signal to the Ditto stuffed inside her pussy; it shoves itself against that spot of tissue again, harder than it had been, and Aly can't help but be shoved over the edge of the sharpest orgasm she's ever had in her life.
It's difficult to drag in air around the ball gag, but it's not like Aly gets much of a chance anyway. Before she's even had a chance to reconcile that a Pokemon just made her orgasm, another Ditto is attempting to wiggle into her pussy alongside the first two. The pressure this time radiates through her hips, and the whine that slips out of her throat does nothing to discourage the newest trespass. She can still feel the first Ditto squirming around, pushing against anything around it, and the second one lapping against her pussy lips as it attempts to fully join the first. The third apparently sees no problem making himself at home despite there literally not being space.
The Ditto at her clit chomps down again, and Aly cums for a second time, muscles tight, squeezing the Pokemon inside of her. This is apparently too much for the third Ditto attempting to worm its way in; it pulls back, but the relief is only temporary as it leaves her pussy to dribble itself down to her ass. She balks, but can do nothing to stop the cold, jelly slide of a Ditto writhing its way into another hole. Aly expects an uncomfortable stretch, but Ditto are essentially formless, and this one uses that attribute to its advantage, stringing itself into a more noodle-like shape before sliding in. Unfortunately, the stretch comes then as the Ditto forms itself back into a gel-like blob, balling itself up to take up as much space as possible.
Aly can't keep from moaning then screeching as one of the Dittos in her pussy bloats itself, filling her in ways she's struggled to do with toys, and then keeps growing, shoving further up her cunt until a sharp bite informs her that the fucker is railing against her cervix. She tries to kick, to buck, to do anything, but the only thing she has the ability to do is orgasm again. And again. And again. Three Dittos inside her and one sucking on her clit is apparently the magic combination to back-to-back-to-back climaxes.
Aly loses count after twelve, one orgasm blurring into the next until she's nearly numb with it, barely able to give a twitch when one of the Dittos scrapes against abused flesh. Her skin is chafing against the restraints and her hips hurt from being held open for so long. Not that she's sure time even exists.
She isn't sure how long it's been or how many orgasms have been ripped from her or even if the Dittos fucking her are the same ones she started with, but reality and shame wash over Aly when the door to the hall opens and Cherri steps into the room. She's changed out of her field clothes, but she could be wearing nothing but a thong and be more dressed than she is.
The woman walks over to her slowly, eyes taking in every bruise, the dried tear tracks that had formed somewhere around orgasm number fifteen, the trails of slime oozing from her pussy and ass.
"Great job, everybody!" she says. "Time for bed now. Let's go!"
Slowly the Dittos slop off of her body, pulling themselves from her holes, leaving behind gobs of mucus and leaving her so achingly empty. Cherri manages a brief look of appreciation when two Dittos crawl out of her pussy, wet and throbbing and hot with abuse.
Once she ushers the Dittos - however many there had been - through the other door to wherever they go when they aren't fucking people, Cherri kneels down next to her.
"You seem well used," she says. "How was it?"
Aly can't answer, can't even manage a grunt for how wrung out she is. She's tired, and numb, and ashamed, and pissy that Pokemon were able to fuck her better than any partner ever has, and furious that it had happened, and doubly so because part of her did enjoy it. Whatever look crosses her face causes Cherri to smirk, and another knot forms in her stomach.
"Clementine is gone home for the night," she says, trailing a finger through the Ditto mucus on her stomach. "Left me in charge of you. Usually, we let people play with the Ditto a few times before introducing them to any of our beginner breeders, but you look like you had so much fun, I wouldn't want to end it. What do you say? Up to a little more learning?"
She can't keep the whine from creeping up her throat, and Cherri grins, all teeth.
"I thought you'd say so. Glad to hear it! So, you relax there for a moment while I go pick up your next partner."
Aly can't protest. She's tired and hurting and resigned to whatever comes next.
***
She doesn't know how long Cherri is gone, but Aly manages to doze off, and is dragged back to the land of the living when the straps holding her to the floor are pulled away. Cherri is removing them, looking as pleased as possible, grin wide and a little too happy. Once the straps are gone, she grabs Aly by the hips and flips her over so her face is smashed into the cold floor, and her pussy is in the air, mucus dripping from both holes and pooling on the floor.
Thinking for just a moment that she might be somewhat free, Cherri instead refastens the strap around her neck, keeping her in place, face down, ass up.
"I had an idea when I went to get you a new partner," she says when Aly is fixated once more. She pulls a bottle of something out of her pocket and sprays it over her ass and pussy; it stings and tingles against her skin, but she can't do anymore to protest than rock her hips. "I was ready to introduce you to one of our smaller breeders - Shellos, or Sliggoo maybe - but you were very rude earlier today, and I think you should make it up to Lycanroc. After all, you're the reason he didn't get to fuck this afternoon. It's your responsibility to fix it."
Aly rocks against the restraints, pulling against the rope around her wrists. Being forced to let multiple Ditto fuck her was bad enough, but a Lycanroc? That's inhumane! It's disgusting!
"Oh, don't hurt yourself," Cherri admonishes. "You know you can't get out of that. Might as well relax and enjoy yourself. I'm sure Lycanroc will be very grateful to you for sating its frustrations." She gives a small, ugly laugh and exits into the hallway.
Aly can't help but tense - a Lycanroc! - and redoubles her struggles anew when the other door opens. She can't twist to see anything, and there are no twigs for the Lycanroc to break, so Aly isn't aware it's even in the room until a hot, thin tongue schleps over her thighs and stuffs itself into her pussy.
Aly cries out and tries to wiggle away despite the collar binding her to the floor and her hands tied behind her back. The Lycanroc doesn't seem to care. It plants one heavy paw on her back to push her chest further down, putting her holes on even more display. The tongue in her writhes and she can't keep from whimpering when a few of it's teeth graze her pussy lips in its attempt to get even closer.
As open and as slick as the Ditto had left her, there's barely any resistance when the Lycanroc shoves its thick cock into her pussy. Aly cries out, tries to pull away, but the Pokemon shoves her down further and growls, claws prickling against her skin as it fucks into her. Its cock is bigger than the Ditto had been, so even though the way is smoothed by the mucus left behind, her pussy still has to stretch to accommodate it.
Despite feeling disgusting and wanting to crawl out of her own skin, Aly can't help the ah-ah-ah punched out of her with every thrust, or the way her clit starts to throb with neglect. The Lycanroc pounds into her, offering no relief, at a pace she finds dizzying, and regardless of this being a Pokemon, and against her wishes altogether, she can't keep her knees from sliding just a little further open, offering the Lycanroc even deeper access to her cunt.
Aly doesn't cum again - and she feels strangely, disgustingly disappointed at that - but the rhythm of the cock in her pussy is steady enough that she can zone out a little, and does so, planning to stay in that trance until this ordeal is over with. Until Lycanroc fucks into her a little harder, pushing against her pussy like he's trying to get even further in.
She doesn't cotton on to what's happening until the moment before Lycanroc forces her pussy to stretch around the knot at the base of his cock. Aly cries out, tries to get away, but there's no where for her to go. The Lycanroc stuffs his knot as far into her cunt as it can, humping forward until it's sure they're tied together, grinding in as far as possible. Beyond the burn of the stretch and horrifying knowledge that she's being knotted and bred by a Pokemon, Aly's blood goes cold when comes the unmistakable feeling of being flooded with cum.
It feels like the Lycanroc is pumping her full for a lifetime, cum hot and heavy in her cunt, no where for it to go as long as they're tied together. As long as they're tied together. How long will they be tied together?
Lycanroc rests its weight against her back, humping and twitching its hips like it thinks it can climb even further into her pussy, like its only goal in life is to make sure that every drop of DNA is used to breed her full.
Aly startles when the speaker clicks on.
"Oh, it looks like you and Lycanroc are having such a good time," Cherri says. "I'm so glad it worked out! Now, I'm sure you know you've been knotted, and I'm sure you know what the purpose of the knot is. Mature Lycanrocs, like our friend here, usually knot their mates for up to an hour, so I'd get comfortable. And don't forget, our policy states there should be at least three successful breedings to make sure it takes! You owe Lycanroc two more rounds, though I'm sure he wouldn't object to a few more, just in case. You just have the best night, Aly. I'll check on you in the morning."
***
The Lycanroc knots her three more times. She thinks. Aly loses consciousness in the middle of the third knot, and wakes again mid-fuck. There could have been more she just doesn't know about.
By the time the Pokemon is done with her, she can't feel her body. She's overworked and fucked raw, skin tight and hot, and she's been stuffed with so much cum she could probably impregnate anyone who looked at her too closely. She'd fallen to her side at some point, unable to stay on her knees, though that hadn't kept the Lycanroc from fucking her again, pussy still stretched wide by the spreader bar between her ankles.
At some point - Aly isn't sure when, or how long she's been in her current predicament - she's hauled to her feet, nearly collapsing to the floor until someone catches her. Her joints hurt, and her pussy is numb, but that doesn't stop the feeling of cum flooding down the inside of her thighs when she's upright.
"Oh, it looks like you had a wonderful night!" Clementine says.
"I think she did great!" Dahlia says from behind her.
"Well let's get the darling girl cleaned up. I'm sure some breakfast will be beneficial before we get back to our lessons."
Aly tries to pull out of Dahlia's grasp, but the weak struggle she's able to conjure doesn't even loosen her grip. She's dragged through the door that doesn't lead to the observation hall, instead being hauled into another hallway, this one lined only with doors that she assumes lead to all the breeding rooms on this side of the building. She can't walk with the spreader bar keeping her feet apart, but Dahlia doesn't seem to have an issue dragging her.
She's dropped in some kind of shallow basin and immediately Dahlia starts to untie her, rubbing at her wrists and hands to encourage blood flow to her numb limbs. Aly braces herself, waiting for the moment she's freed from the spreader bar, but as soon as she gets her foot under her, the tell-tale beep from the tracking collar sounds, and she's dropped back to the floor.
When she comes back to her surroundings, she's being blasted with a water hose, the only saving grace being that the water is warm. Dahlia looks like she's having fun rinsing Lycanroc cum and Ditto mucus from her body, and when she focuses the stream to clean out her pussy, Aly tries to protest and realizes the gag is still between her teeth.
"Oh, hush," Dahlia says. "We need to get you all clean for your next lesson."
Once the other woman has deemed her clean enough, she tosses Aly a rough towel and demands she dry off. Wrapping the towel around her as much as possible, she flinches back when Dahlia reaches for her head.
"I'm only removing the gag," she tsks, then shoves a bottle in her hands. "Drink up! It's a protein shake. You're going to need your strength!"
"You're despicable," Aly croaks, jaw sore from being held open all night. "You're all disgusting. You tied me down and let a Pokemon rape me."
"Oh, dear," Dahlia says condescendingly, patting her on the cheek, "you signed that right away in your apprenticeship paperwork. Now drink that shake before I shove it down your throat."
Aly does so because she knows the other woman is serious.
"Now!" Dahlia says once the shake is gone, clapping her hands in excitement, "we've got a wonderful morning set up for you! But first!" She pulls a pair of soft cuffs from her pocket, and Aly doesn't have a chance to escape before she's being shoved face first into the wall, towel dropping to the floor as her arms are yanked behind her. Instead of cuffing her wrists, Dahlia straps them just above her elbows, bowing her back and thrusting out her chest. "Perfect! You'll need to sit up nice and straight for the next demonstration."
She hauls Aly away from the wall, uncaring when she stumbles, and pulls her back down the hall, through the breeding room she'd been fucked in, and into the observation hallway. Clementine is sitting on a tall stool in front of one of the windows, a second stool beside her.
"Oh, wonderful!" she says. "Doesn't a bath do a girl a world of good? Come sit next to me."
It isn't until Aly is shoved towards the stool that she realizes a fat dildo with a knot has been suction cupped to the seat.
"No!" she says, pulling away, but Dahlia grabs her by the hips and shoves her down. The collar beeps, and she's treated to another shock, not enough to knock her out, but enough to make her helpless as she's dropped onto the chair and the dildo, the fat shaft and thick knot bullying its way into her cunt in one motion. Aly gags, gasping at the stretch and lack of any lubrication, the silicone harsh and dry against her already abused pussy.
She squirms against the intrusion, but Dahlia shoves her against the stool, tying her elbow cuffs to the stool's back before kneeling to restrain her feet to the legs. "Here you go," she says, offering Clementine the ball gag once Aly is secure to the chair. "Just in case. Have a fun lesson, Aly!"
"Did you have a wonderful night, Aly?" Clementine asks. "I know Lycanroc left very pleased."
"Get fucked, you piece of - "
The older woman shoves the ball gag into her mouth, fastening it too tightly to even pretend to be comfortable.
"I think that's enough of that," she says primly. "Now, it's important that you pay attention to this lesson, dear. It won't do to miss it."
Clementine opens the curtain, and Aly is subjected to the site of another woman trussed up in ropes and fastenings. She's bent in half over a bar, wrists and knees tied together to keep her cunt open and waiting; her toes barely brush the floor, but it seems to be enough to keep her from swinging freely. She is, like the other women she's seen, blindfolded and gagged.
"This is Cara. She just came back from her third maternity leave. She carried a wonderful batch of Arbok eggs! She has a little more to learn before she's ready for any of the advance steps, but I think she's settling in well as an intermediate. And here comes out star now!"
The other door in the room swings open, and an Obstagoon lumbers in, attention already fixed on Cara. It wastes no time approaching her, snuffling against her pussy and ass. It doesn't take long for its cock to poke out of its slit, elongating and filling out the longer it sniffs against the cunt it's been offered.
Seeming to lose all patience, the Obstagoon clamps down on the bar Cara is bent over and pulls her to it, humping at her until the tip of its cock catches and it thrusts in fully. It takes a frantic pace, thrusting and grinding and shoving its cock as far in as possible all while it drools down her back.
Aly forces herself to look away. It's like a car wreck, tragic and harrowing, but somehow too captivating to look away from for long. Without the audio from the room, she can almost ignore the ache between her legs and pretend she's just having a weird dream.
"Please pay attention," Clementine says with deep exasperation, yanking Aly's head around by her chin. "This is valuable information. Don't make me use our other training methods." She shows Aly a remote and clicks the top button. Braced for another shock from her collar, she's taken by terrible surprise when the fat cock in her cunt thrusts up once, smacking into the spongy flesh that had been so thoroughly abused by the Ditto that had crawled into her pussy.
Aly screams around the gag, squirming against the seat to try and get a way, but all that does is push the dildo further inside of her, lips spread wide where the knot pulls against her hole with every movement. It's an awful cycle: she tries to get away, but her weight just pushes the silicone cock that much further into her. Rinse and repeat.
"Settle down, settle down," the older woman admonishes. "Look, see how Obstagoon covers Cara's body with his? It's a mating instinct, to protect the one that will carry its eggs. Isn't that sweet?"
Aly can't answer, head yanked back, but she can't look away from the claws being pressed into Cara's hips, the tips sinking in just enough to cause pinpricks of blood to bubble up. The Obstagoon licks them away, pace never faltering. It feels like it goes on forever, far outlasting the Slaking that had fucked Sadie.
Eventually Clementine reaches over to flip the speaker on, and they're inundated with the growling grunts from the Obstagoon, and the pleasured wails of Cara, obviously enjoying herself much more than Aly has so far. Her voice chokes off, and she sees her legs and back go tense, and then Cara is sobbing over an orgasm that looks downright painful. It doesn't stop the Pokemon from fucking her though.
It's several more minutes before the Obstagoon grinds itself as deep into Cara's cunt as possible and hisses out in satisfaction as it pumps her full of cum. When it finally pulls away to let the fluid leak out of her pussy, Aly can't keep her eyes off the Pokemon's cock. It's fat and flared at the head and at least twice as long as it had been when the Obstagoon had started fucking her.
"Just lovely," Clementine says. "Of course, another two rounds are required per policy, and it won't take any time at all to get started. All of our studs receive hormone treatments meant to heighten their mating drives. It makes breeding much easier. It can make some breeds a bit more aggressive during the act, but we have incubators trained specifically for that. What do you think, Aly?"
She can't do anything but glare at the other woman, who takes no note of it at all.
"Oh, how about a treat while those two get ready for the next round?"
She holds up the remote to the dildo stuffed in her pussy and presses a button, but instead of thrusting up like she'd expected, it begins to vibrate enthusiastically, tip shoved up against her g-spot. Aly gasps, writhing in a way she can't help, trying to get away from it, screaming for her body not to give in to the sensations being forced upon her.
"Maybe a bit more," Clementine says thoughtfully.
The silicone cock immediately starts pulsing, short, staccato buzzes at twice the intensity. Aly can't help but squeeze around the dildo, throwing herself into an agonizing orgasm, and one with no relief as the vibrations continue, forcing another climax from her far too quickly to be pleasurable.
The movement stops abruptly, leaving her gasping and reeling; the only thing holding her up is her arms tied to the stool.
"Much better. And just in time!"
The Obstagoon's cock is hard again, if it ever softened to begin with, and without preamble, it shoves the fat head back into Cara's pussy, picking up the same unforgiving tempo as the first fucking. They can still hear the woman panting through the speakers, moaning around the gag in her mouth as the Pokemon rails into her.
"I think a little parallel play is in order," Clementine says, and before Aly can even ponder what the means, the cock in her own pussy starts thrusting, picking up speed until the momentum matches the pace set by the Obstagoon. She wails over her saying, "There. Now you won't feel so left out."
Aly can't keep quiet even as she bites into the ball gag in her mouth. She's still sore and prickly from being filled by Ditto and mounted by a Lycanroc, but her body doesn't seem to care. She trips into the next orgasm, cunt clenching around the knot in her hole, and then is shoved into the next, another ripping through her after that.
Despite the continued onslaught of thrusting and vibrating and inescapable sensation, that seems to be all Aly's body is currently capable of. Her pussy is hot and chaffed, and even the pounding into the soft, squishy flesh of her g-spot barely registers as she flits in and out of reality. She isn't sure how long she's forced to sit there, barely able to keep her eyes open as the Obstagoon's grunts and Cara's huh-huh-huhs of pleasure fill the hallway.
The cock stops thrusting when the Obstagoon cums in Cara again, and for a moment Aly is able to take a deep breath, relief barely touching her before the vibrations start again. Stop. Start again. The pattern is rough and unpredictable, leaving her shivering around the silicone knot, pussy no longer able to clench at the sensation. By the time the Obstagoon is mounting Cara for a third time, Aly has been subjected to various combinations of thrusting and vibrations; she thinks Clementine might just be pressing random buttons on the remote to see what happens.
All sensation ceases as Cara wails over what must be her third or fourth climax, but the moment the Pokemon shoves itself as far into her as possible, ready to fill her with thick, sticky cum once again, the dildo starts thrusting and vibrating at what must be top speed. With no build up or warning, she's once again kicked over the edge into a painful orgasm, nerves and cunt on fire from overuse and abuse.
Aly comes to with a few rough pats on her cheek.
"Wakey, wakey, sleepy head!" Cherri says too loudly in her ear. She jerks away from the noise, but she's still tied to the chair. "Clementine was called away on business, so I'm here to work with you on your next lesson. I heard last night went very well!"
When the rope tying her to the chair is released, Aly slumps forward, making the cock inside her press against abused flesh. She whines around the gag and tries to get away from it, but has no luck. At least, not until Cherri unties her ankles, wraps an arm around her waist, and yanks her off the knot.
"Oh, I didn't mean to upset you," she says through Aly's wails. "Here, you can have it back."
There's a slick pop as she pulls the dildo off the stool, and another wail as she shoves it all the way back into Aly's cunt. She sobs at the feeling of being filled again, kicking and twisting her hips to try and dislodge the silicone. It doesn't work, of course, knot holding the fat shaft in place even though it's stretched her further than she ever thought she could stretch.
With numb limbs and foggy head, Aly can't protest much as Cherri drags her down the hall and back into the breeding room she'd been fucked in previously. She's dropped to the ground, cock mashing against her insides, floor cold against her face and nipples. Even though this has been the best opportunity given to try and escapes, Aly doesn't have the energy or thought to follow through with a plan.
"I've got a great afternoon planned for you," Cherri says as she rearranges some kind of furniture. "Once of our best breeders has some free time. It's a little beyond our beginner stages, and I know it's only your second day, but I'm sure you'll have plenty of fun, and learn a lot! Doesn't that sound wonderful?"
Cherri drags her over to a thin pad on the floor, a wedge of foam sitting on top. She bullies Aly onto her front and once again straps her neck down before shoving the wedge under her hips to elevate them and put her cunt back on display. Cherri pulls on each of her legs until they're stretched painfully wide, spreading the lips of her pussy almost wide enough for the knotted dildo to slip out. It hurts, and the need to make her cunt even bigger causes fear to wash through her. What kind of Pokemon are they going to set on her that needs so much room for its cock?
"You won't be needing this right now," Cherri says, and shoves the dildo into her hard before pulling it back out again. Before she can try to do anything more than whine, a frigid, gel-like substance is squirted over her ass and open cunt. It's disgustingly slimy, but the temperature is a bit of relief from the dry fucking she'd gotten this morning; after, she coats her ass and thighs in more of the spray she'd used when the Lycanroc had fucked her. "There! All ready. You just have the best fun!"
The door to the observation hall hasn't latched before the other door is opening. Aly doesn't know if it was on purpose, but she's been made to face that door, and her eyes go wide when a Grapploct slithers in, suckered tentacles making a pop-pop-pop noise as it crosses the floor.
It doesn't pretend to be interested in anything other than her, and it isn't thirty seconds from the Grapploct's appearance before Aly has a tentacle shoving its way into her ass. She screams the best she can, but the Pokemon takes no notice, another two tentacles pushing their way into her pussy, pulling it open even wider for a third, thicker tentacle to thrust in, the ridges of its suckers scraping against well-fucked flesh.
The tentacle in her ass shoves further in, further than the Ditto had been, twisting and pushing, a never ending drag of thick, firm meat. The biggest one in Aly's pussy pulls back to shove further in, making her take it inch by inch until the head of it is curled against her cervix. She can't help but choke as it keeps going, writhing its way impossibly deep; one of the smaller tentacles that held her open for its bigger companion squirms against her pussy lips as if looking for something before pushing its way into her cunt as well. It doesn't get far, her hole pushed to it's limit, but the wiggling sensation just inside her entrance causes Aly to shake though an orgasm, muscles clamping down and forcing the tentacles deeper into her.
The Grapploct fucks her ass and pussy for longer than she can keep up with. Aly is no longer numb to the sensations of being used, the feeling of independently moving appendages and the suckers attached to them too strange and alien to ignore, but she wishes that weren't the case when the thickest tentacle in her pussy shoves even further in, thrusting its way through her cervix and into the gummy spaces of her uterus. She screams, but this doesn't deter the Pokemon in the slightest.
Everything stops suddenly, the tentacles freeze but don't retreat, and Aly has half a second to be grateful that the Grapploct isn't trying to climb inside of her like the Ditto had when the tentacle in her cunt grows even thicker. Aly is confused - Grapploct doesn't seem like the kind of Pokemon that would have a knot, but what does she know? - and then quickly horrified when the thickness travels deeper into her pussy, past the tight walls of her cervix and is spit out in her uterus, dense and heavy as it settles among her organs.
An egg, she realizes, this Pokemon just laid an egg inside of her! What the fuck!
It takes everything in her not to puke; it wouldn't have anywhere to go with the ball gag still in her mouth, and choking to death with four tentacles and an egg inside of her would be even more humiliating that getting fucked by a Pokemon to begin with.
It only takes a few more thrusts into her uterus for another egg to squeeze past the rim of her cunt and through her cervix, joining the first, and very quickly after that a third one. The stretch is intense, far beyond anything that's been stuffed into her so far. Aly has the hysterical thought of what will happen if it keeps laying eggs? How many does it have? How many will it try to put in her?
To somewhat of a relief but also dawning horror because Aly is beginning to realize nothing is ever over when she hopes it is, the thick tentacle in her cunt pulls out, leaving her slimy, and slick, and open, cold air against the hot flesh of her pussy making bumps break out across her skin. The tentacle in her ass redoubles its efforts to bruise her insides, but doesn't distract her when several more tentacles start to wrap around her thighs and back, hoisting the Grapploct up to loom over her. She can see it out of the corner of her eye, dreading what's coming, but unable to do anything about it.
Thrusting forward, the thickest tentacle yet, this one rough with ridges and something that pinches, is shoved into her cunt. Aly screams. Unlike the previous tentacles, this one doesn't waste time with slowly working deeper; it forces itself straight past her cervix until the bulbous head is in her womb. Hot, thick cum fills her, uncaring of the limited space available. The skin around her stomach grows tight as her uterus is inflated with the liquid, finally pushing its way past the thick tentacle in her pussy to drip down her thighs.
As an extra surprise, the tentacle in her ass squirms just a bit deeper and begins to fill her with cum as well, sticky and thick as it immediately starts to pour further into her body and out of her hole.
The feeling of being so stuffed full has Aly gasping, chest heaving and nipples scraping against the plastic mat under her. A brief moment of incandescent rage flows through her: this Grapploct - a Pokemon - has just fucked her and laid eggs in her and then pumped her full of cum, and she doesn't even get the momentary relief of getting off? Then the feeling fades and is quickly replaced by a deep seated shame, wondering what the fuck is wrong with her that she wants a Pokemon to make her orgasm.
Eventually the Grapploct pulls it's tentacles from her pussy and ass and the excess of cum stuffed into her flows freely from her holes, down her legs, and pools on the floor. She groans at the feeling - wet and clingy and repugnant - and again as it's tentacles pull off of her skin, each sucker leaving behind a circular bruise across her back, ass, and thighs. It pop-pop-pops out of the room, disappearing back the way it had come.
"Well isn't that a surprise!" Cherri says, entering from the observation hall. "Grapploct spent all morning with Missy; we didn't think he had any eggs left!" Another glob of cum slips from her cunt and the other woman laughs. "Now, I know you're tired, but the eggs do mean you have to have one more lesson today. You just aren't ready for your first brood, so they will have to come out, and that's done best with a little...internal stimulation! You just sit back and relax, and I'll get it all set up for you!"
Aly has no idea what that means, but Cherri undoes the strap around the back of her neck and yanks her up off the foam wedge; gravity pulls even more cum from her holes, and the feeling of the eggs shifting inside of her is enough to make her gag.
"Now, now, none of that," she chastises, loosening the cuffs around her elbows. Aly has a single moment of imaginary freedom until her hands are tied in front of her and her arms are hoisted up over her head and affixed to a hook in the ceiling; her feet are left chained in the same spread position, cum now dripping out of her. "Here you go, you can have this back again."
The fat silicone cock is thrust back into her pussy, stopping up the flow of cum. It feels smaller than it had just hours ago now that she's been fucked by something the size of her wrist. It almost feels like it's going to slip out - something she would be thankful for - but before that can happen, Cherri says,
"Oh, we can't have that!"
There's a faint, brief vibration from the cock before the knot begins to expand, locking itself into her cunt, growing nearly as fat as the Grapploct's biggest tentacle. Aly's moan quickly turns into a screech when the cock begins vibrating furiously, tip shoved against the head of her cervix. It takes next to nothing to force her to climax, one leading straight into another. Her legs are shaking as the pace is slowed to a lesser but consistent buzz, interrupted by the occasional thrust. Each punch forward forces out a moan that she's too lost and tired to try and stem.
"That should keep you busy until your next partner is ready," Cherri says. "It might be a bit, so you just sit tight. Oh, one more thing." The thick knot in her pussy swells again, and the shaft starts thrusting faster, and the vibrations speed up until the whole ordeal is punishing. "Perfect! Be back in a bit!"
Aly orgasms three times before Cherri returns, tears leaking uncontrollably down her face.
"Oh, we can't have that," she says, wiping them from her face. "Hypno should be able to help you out. Have fun!"
She disappears into the observation hallway. Aly jerks when two smooth hands land on her hips, and the movement reminds her that the silicone knot is still vibrating inside her pussy. The hands hold her firmly, and she wants to fight harder, she does, but...everything just seems so nice. The buzzing is so relaxing. Aly thinks the lavender mist filling the room is beautiful.
The hot, pointed tip of a cock slides against one of her thighs. It pokes around her cunt, but is blocked by the silicone already inserted. It only takes a moment of further contemplation for the Pokemon - a Hypno if Cherri is to be believed - stuffs its cock into her ass, helped along by the unfathomable amount of cum that the Grapploct had pumped into her. The Hypno's cock isn't as thick or long, but it feels so nice as it adds extra pressure against the dildo's thrusting.
Aly moans when the Pokemon starts humping into her. She's never felt this good in her life, stuffed full in both holes, eggs sloshing in her womb, and being railed within an inch of her sanity. She can't fathom why she ever fought Clementine and Cherri and Dahlia when they were so right. Breeding is so natural and she's so lucky to be able to help these Pokemon continue on.
The hands on her hips tighten and Aly desperately wants to beg or more, for the Hypno to keep fucking her, to stuff her full of slick cum just like the Lycanroc and the Grapploct had done. It would be an honor to be bred by any of the Pokemon at the Center, but something about the Hypno feels extra special, like it chose her on purpose, like it knows she'll be able to carry the best eggs, that they'll be the most magnificent pups.
The silicone knot and the Hypno fuck her through another orgasm, legs and back going tight before her knees turn to jelly. The Hypno must like it as well because it shoves itself as far into her ass as it can manage, pulling her back against it by the hips, and its cock begins to swell, its knot stretching her out and pressing against the fake one in her pussy. She moans again, thrilled at being so full, something toys and partners have never been able to provide her, and now she knows why. She wasn't made for other people. Aly was made for this. To be fucked and bred by any Pokemon willing to let her carry their eggs.
Just the thought of carrying the Hypno's brood has her moaning uncontrollably, doing her best to thrust herself back on its knot, trying to get it to fill her even further. The cum that floods her ass is hot and wonderful, and Aly climaxes again from sheer satisfaction alone.
Far too soon, the Hypno is tugging its cock and knot out of her ass before it's deflated, pulling at the rim of her hole in the most delicious way. Aly moans at the stretch, but sobs at the idea of the Hypno leaving her. She may not be full enough yet! She's supposed to get three rounds!
Despite her whining and wiggling, the Hypno leaves the room, much to Aly's dismay. It doesn't take long for Cherri to rejoin her. Surprisingly, the first thing she does is remove the gag from her mouth, and Aly immediately sobs,
"Make it come back! I get three! Make it fuck me again!"
"Oh, dear," Cherri says, patting her on the head. "That's what we like to hear. Isn't everything wonderful? Hypno did a great job, but now it's time to get those eggs out."
"No!" she protests. "I want to keep them!"
"Not these eggs," she consoles. "You've got a bit more practice to do before you get your first clutch. But be patient, the practice will be so much fun! Now, let's get you sorted."
Cherri reaches down and pulls the still-vibrating and thrusting cock from her pussy. For a moment Aly thinks she's going to set it to the side, but instead she lines it up with her other hole and pushes it into her ass without deflating the knot to a smaller size. The thing pops past the ring of muscle and Aly moans, doing her best to thrust back when only her toes are touching the ground.
"It's okay," Cherri says. "You can keep that for now. Now this might be a little uncomfortable, but it'll feel good. I promise."
Cherri puts a hand on her stomach and slowly starts to push, stroking down to encourage the eggs laid inside of her to move back towards her cervix and cunt. Feeling the eggs move is nauseating, but the thrusting shaft in her ass is a good distraction. More cum than she thought was still in her pussy sloops down her legs, and she moans at the idea of losing it. She needs it! For the eggs!
Once the eggs seem to have descended properly, Cherri pushes harder, slopping out more cum, and Aly groans around the stretch in her cunt as the first one is pushed out of her. It's a strain and a relief as it opens up her cunt further and pushes against the knot in her ass, shifting the angle and making her squeal. It's slimy and soft, and slides down her leg to plop on the floor. The second and third soon follow, Cherri pushing them and the last of the remaining cum from her hole.
It's both a respite and a disappointment to have her cunt empty. She can't wait for it to be filled again. And again. And again. Wants another cock now, something just as big, if not bigger.
"I get more," she pants, "more tomorrow, right? I get to have more?"
"Oh, dear," Cherri laughs, patting her on the cheek. "You don't get a choice."