Plowing Pokemon Beauties (Kate Upton, Katy Pery, Hayden Panettiere)

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Plowing Pokemon Beauties (And They’re Celebs For Some Reason IDK ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) (Kate Upton, Katy Perry, Hayden Panettiere)

Have you ever wondered what happens when you beat a cute female trainer in a Pokemon battle…and they can’t pay? What if they are also a celebrity? Why did I write this? Why do we park on a driveway but drive on a parkway? Why do we train for a run but run for a train? Why do we bake cookies but cook bacon? Why do we prick our fingers but finger our pricks? Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like? Where is God when I’m scared?

While replaying my old Pokemon games, I naturally began thinking about which celebrities would fit Ken Sugomori's sprites. All characters are over 18. The middle story has rough content.

tags: reluctance, big breasts, impregnation, titfuck, aniliction, oral, anal, doggystyle, obsession, hatefucking



Pokemon Gen I - Red/Blue/Yellow (Kate Upton)

“My makeup!” Kate Upton wails as her level 21 Oddish eats a Fire Blast to the face, OHKO’ing it (98-116, 127.2 - 150.6%). A shockwave of flame smashes across the woodland glade, blanketing Route 13 in smoke.

As the carnage clears, Miss Upton glares at you—her fists are clenched, and her scowling face is all screwed-up-pretty. She looks pissed. Tough, Kate.

You stride toward her, unzipping between steps. Your fat hose of a prick flops out. It plunges halfway to your knees in a massive parabolic sweep, then slowly rises—thickening in a vein-knotted pillar. Blood rolls down your length, causing it to jerk upward in heavy pulses, swaying from side to side as you walk.

Kate looks aghast at the size of your erection.

Too bad she’s lost the battle, and a deal’s a deal.

“Fine,” Kate shrugs, glaring at your raging cock. Down tilts her head. Her hat’s brim steals your view of her eyes, her nose…everything above her pink lips, which swoop into a smile. It’s half-convincing. “I’ll strip for you. As we agreed.”

Kate peels off her chic three-piece derby ensemble in pieces. Pissed or not, she’s a pro and plays her fiddle well. Stripping in slow motion, teasing, toying, spacing out big reveals, dragging the moments out like hot spiced bubblegum. She’s a model, a skin-storyteller, winding tension around certain acts—Will she? Won’t she?—then resolving them into a satisfactory narrative arc. She strips, smiling in that paradoxical model way—practiced yet naive, reluctant yet eager, whore yet virgin, doing this for the millionth time and yet only the once, only for you.

Then—and this is slightly tacky—she arches her back, hisses out a pornwhore moan, and tears open her overloaded shirt.

Button after button pops free. Gaps burst in her shirt—the double-knit Ponte fabric is tortured into wide-screaming mouths by the obscene amounts of flesh trying to surge through the holes. The shirt groans beneath the gallons of pale meat straining and swelling in the cracks, gasping for the light. Luscious hills and mountains and crevices lie inside that shirt. A whole new world of skin—acres of famous, fuckable celebrity flesh, groped a million times and yet only the once. Only by you.

Snap. The last button slips. Kate grips her shirt’s trailing ends and pulls them wide apart, like stage curtains. Her headlights are blinding. She slings the ponte shirt on the ground. Seconds later, her white balconette bra whiplashes after it. She stands topless before you, her breasts bobbling. Not quite naked. Still has her hat, still has her smile. Somehow it’s better that you can’t see her eyes. She lets you to imagine their invitation.

You move onto her, touching her, claiming her. Filling your fingers and mouth with massive handfuls of her. She writhes and twists, arching her hips against you, dragging you into an embrace.

The hat is cast aside. You share heat, locking lips, locking bodies at hip and lip. Kate’s heavy breasts balloon against your chest. Aroused nipples throb and itch like scars. Your hand pulls the small of her back against your hips, and she curves prettily. So much energy. You can’t tell if this is still an act, but she seems actually excited. You keep losing your grip on her pneumatic body; her limbs wriggle constantly, her skin bears a glacial sheen of sweat. She’s tall and rangy for such a heavy-titted woman. Everywhere in her sexy heartbreaker body, muscle flares and twitches. In her hips, in her lower back, in the thigh she has folded around yours, kicking a sharp point of heel back against your harmstring. She seems to be all woven sinew and coiled power. Like a human horse.

Kissing and tongue-warring and bathing her mouth in your spit, your erection just dragged a wet line along her thigh. Kate pulls back her head, smirking in playful disapproval. The day seems hotter yet colder. The sun scorches more fiercely, the wind pierces deeper. Extremes becoming more so.

Your fingers touch her thigh. Wander up. Wander in. Her aroused sex blasts heat against your fingers, guiding them toward her sucking core.

Pushing through her fleshy pubis, you navigate her velvet-soft folds, tracing out her clitoral hood and the corpora cavernosa beneath it. Your fingers encounter token resistance and then loop inside her cunt, piercing her vaginal vestibule. Wet and pink. Wet and pink. Her fucktunnel writhes, surging around your fingers. It feels like a hungry mouth, trying to slurp up your entire goddamn hand. Her clit throbs excitedly against your palm, an athlete’s ticker. You play with it, masturbating her, pumping first one and then two fingers into her lust-quivering snatch. Slurp splurt sklurrkkk! Groans surge in her chest as you fingerfuck her twat. Whispers of excitement thrums through the wobbling breasts braced against your chest.

You pull fingers out of Kate. Shlick. A strand of juices unspools out with them, swaying and then snapping. Kate moans, swerving her sinuous hips after your hand. Trying to hump your fingers back into her twat even when they’re at your side. More more more.

Desperate bitch.

She breaks the kiss, and beckons you forward, onto a picnic tablecloth flung over the grass.

“Please stay,” she says. “I don’t mind the company…”

She drops back onto the tablecloth, splaying out her legs. Flexing her lewd dripping gash for you. A less implied invitation this time. She wastes no time, and neither will you.

You fall on her.

You swing your legs across, straddling, gripping her stacked body, pinning her beneath your hips. Your thighs lock against hers, like staves on a church. Spurred on by the hands now grasping your shoulders, you aim your cock directly at her cunt, and fire your hips straight down.

Your cock sinks deep inside her body. Lewd wet squelches blossom out as her cunt swallows your prick to the depths.

The pleasure…it’s indescribable. Boiling heat washes over your genitals. You drown cock-first and balls-deep in the delicious suctioning flux of Kate Upton’s exclusive red-carpet pussy.

A trooper, she takes your massive shaft between her splayed legs with a grunt, shuddered out against the sweaty press of your shoulder. You rebound back out, pulling your cock from her sweltering depths.

Spluurrrrkk!

Your cock sucks free, glistening and moist, the wideness of your glans barely trapping your head inside her labia minora. Swiftly, you punch your erection back inside her slurping cunt. She squeals—fingernails dig like pumice chips into your shoulders. You pull your cock out. Then fuck it back in. Pull it out. Fuck it in. For five minutes cunt-spasming minutes. Soon, she’s howling with pleasure.

Once she adjusts, you get rougher. You pump meaty, messy fuck-strokes into her. Her body rattles beneath your demolition-hammer force. Faster. Harder. Meaner. Leavening pleasure with pain. Soon your humps blast into her flesh, gouging her like explosions. The landscape of her luscious body quivers as each bomb blast strikes and detonates.

You make eye contact just once between pummels of your cock.

She’s afraid. Good.

You lean in, snarl down over her, and take the dick-sledgehammering up another notch.

SQUELCH PLAP SCHLORP SKLCH SCHLAPP BLORP SQUISH

Clawing her shoulders, you savagely rut her pussy wide open—a bull too mean and scary to castrate. Your heavy balls crack and slap like gunshots, cannoning against her asshole with meaty SLAP! WHAP! sounds.

“OHMYGAWWWWW—” almost poetic how Kate’s mouth never manages the D in that word as she orgasms.

You slam down into her guts, pounding your cock into her splayed, dripping pussy. Your cock slices and glides through her creaming sex. She’s being carved apart like a turkey. Kate’s thighs quiver and tense, wobbling as you smash heavy pistonlike strokes down into her.

PLUBBBHHK SQLOOOSH SHHRRRLLCKK FLORP GLUPHHHRRK PLOOBSSHHT FRRLOOOGHHHHTTSQUELCH

Lewd, obscene sex-noises explode from your pumping hips. She writhes and twists as she’s torn asunder. Roars ecstatic under your cunt-smashing slamming. Her pussy lips gush. Her other lips bray bliss. The cock scything through her delicious pink tunnel sends a bright spray of cunt juice spewing out of her on the backstroke. Her squirt rises and falls over green grass, like glittering arcs of cursive flung by the pen of your cock.

SQLLLCHHH SPLISH PLOP PLAP PLASSSKK SCHLUPP SHLICK SQLSHH

The forest glade throbs with sex-noises—the slippery, lewd sound of dirty lubricious fucking. Your bodies knot together at the waist, hot and panting, sharing breath, swallowing each other’s spit. Animals in heat. So disgusting. So obscene. Fucking her under the open sun like this, when anyone could walk along Route 13 of Kanto and see this, see you, watch you turn the stacked blonde trainer’s guts inside out, pounding her cunt into sushi with deep, violating thrusts. Gasping, grunting, panting. Squelching, slurping, rutting. Hips surging. Heartbeats thundering. Arms tensing in deathlocks around shoulders. The only law is the moist slippery drumbeat of flesh going slap slap slap against flesh, as you make this pretty young Pokemon trainer your meat.

You fuck her into another howling orgasm, then fuck her back out the other side. You are relentless.

Tendons pop and flex in Kate’s neck as she screams and screams. Her nostrils flare. Her lips are beautiful as they frame shapes of ecstasy. It’s amusing to watch them cry.

Your onslaught drives onward. Feels like you’re digging a hole in the ground through this luscious beauty’s body. Punching your throbbing erection into the spasming squeezing sleeve of her pussy, you wrestle it through her ribbed tubes of squeezing muscle—the pubococcygeus and iliococcygeus coil around your seeking cockhead like camera shutters twisting. She grinds her hips in delicious corkscrew motions. Hard to tell if she’s trying to lock you out, or suck you in deeper. Maybe she’s so lost in her lifelong I-want-to-fuck-you-but-also-you’re-violating-me professional model double-act that the answer’s “both.”

You aggressively punch your dick down, socketing it into her slick whorehole.

SLORP SCHLORP SCHLOP SCHLUPP SQLLLCHHH SCHLAPP

Your ass-muscles clench, ramming your erection deep within. Your cock bucks in its sheath of flesh, a rocket gaining missile-lock on her fertile and completely unprotected womb. Kate’s mouth opens, baring beautiful teeth. She cums explosively. You barely notice. Inside, floodgates are failing. This time, you will not pull out.

Your cock grinds and rasps and then squelches to the bottom of her well-fucked slot with a lewd, glottal slurp.

A heartbeat of silence…then a liquid rumble begins in your crotch.

SCHLOOOOORRRRRKKKKK-GLUUUUURRRRPPP-SPLAAAAATTTT!

Your prick flexes massively, then vomits a disgusting payload of thick white sperm into Kate Upton’s womb. Rapid-fire gushes of cum pulsepulsepulse from your bloated balls, slugging volleys of cum through her pussy-tube with the force of bullets. Her eggs have volunteered as human shields. How nice.

For nearly thirty seconds, you grind your hips against Kate’s pussy, ejaculating into her cervix. Thick slippery ropes spew from your cockhead, deluging her eggs beneath genetic sludge. Her legs jerk around shallow, cunt-chewing strokes of your hips.

GLURCH SPLORP GLORP SPLOOSH SKLURP BLURP SCHLUUURK!

Her womb floods, but your cock keeps spraying until backwash blows out around your locked genitals. You gasp, shiver, then pull out.

SQUUUUEEEEELLLLLCHHHHH-BLOOOORRRPPP-HISSSSSS!

Your enormous flaccid cock tears out of her cunt with a vile sucking noise. It droops, hanging between your legs like an elephant’s trunk, still drooling strands of aftercum.

Kate pants in exhaustion, sweat gleaming on her immense breasts. Her fucked-open gash doesn’t close. Sperm gushes to the ground in sloppy pulses, splattering out to steam on the grass between her legs.

“Dude!” She’s horrified at how much baby batter you just blew into her. “The Breeding Center is on Route 5!”



Pokemon Gen II - Gold & Silver (Katy Perry)

“Are you serious? That’s fucking retarded!”

Katy Perry stomps the ground angrily. The jolt slings her big tits upward—high-impact elastic bra straps catch the oversized flesh cannons, whiplashing them back to her chest before they achieve liftoff. A neon-blue 28I Gymshark means her big balloons are amply supported and protected.

The same cannot be said for her Pokemon, who just got 1v6 swept by your Nasty Plot Alakazam set.

“You overleveling piece of shit!” Katy yells. “How does your Zam even know Nasty Plot? That’s a Gen 4 move!”

The massive-titted trainer makes no effort to care for the six battered and broken Pokemon strewn across the beach of Route 40. Instead, she focuses on you. Chews her lip, scowling like a petulant toddler. She crosses her arms over her huge chest in sullen defiance. Breasts mushroom above and below her laced forearms. She’s in quite a lather.

Ah, but Katy…

We had a deal, did we not? No Pokemon in your balls equals no clothes on you, Katy…

“Fine,” she snarls in an unparalleled not fine voice. Shrugging, radiating a venomous hauteur, she impatiently waves you over—a seductress on a clock. “Like I even care. Come and fuck my tits, or whatever.”

Giving you a nasty stare, she presses the blades of her palms upon the sides of her glitter-spangled bra cups, and drives them inward. You did not realize just how much meat is packed inside the Gymshark until it comes squeezing out, exploding out into the briny beach air. Her tits cascade over the bulging cups like pale froth, a tide that recedes when she pulls her palms back.

You reach forward and grasp handfuls of her lewd bra-bursting jugs. They have the heft and texture of fresh bread dough, offering sweltering resistance. You bury your hands inside their ponderous masses, rolling, sculpting, and kneading obscene amounts of warm mammary meat. You hawk and spit between them. Slapping, sloshing, bouncing, clapping—you make them oscillate like shimmering ocean waves in a fluid simulation. Katy rolls her eyes as her fuckjugs are manhandled.

Darting forward, you force a kiss onto the bitchy, intimidating female trainer’s mouth. Something you believe few challengers have the courage to do. For a second, there is no response. She’s a statue. Have you played the game too far?

Then she jerks. Seizes up. Like an ancient rust-geared automaton reaching the end of its programming. Every muscle in her fleshy body seems to contract by an inch, drawing her tight in sharp lines against you.

She felt something then, deny it though she will.

You lock faces, matching her stare with yours. Gazes crossed like swords, breath at crosswinds, heat and lips warring. She’s stubborn, she’s arrogant, but the muscles of her neck slowly falter before your kiss, like steel heated past structural failure. With Pokemon or without, you’re too strong for her.

Your tongue slashes her lips apart, entering her mouth. It’s over. She’s melting. Coming to pieces in your arms and around your tongue and inside her own mind. A hand snakes back inside her right bra cup. Her nipple is now throbbing and erect—it feels hard enough to etch diamonds. Arousal beats beneath her skin.

You lay a hand on her thigh, fingernails active—questioning nerve endings, not letting go until they divulge answers. A shiver makes her stacked body quake. Good. Break her down. Build her up. Or maybe just leave her broken.

You force yourself deeper between her sweet-tasting lips. Sucking her tongue.

The kiss goes on, becoming wetter and more sensual, until your lips feel arc-welded to hers. Until trails of saliva run races down your chin and into your neck. You can feel the heavy-titted pop chanteuse’s breath, ribboning in short, hot blasts against your skin. Excited. Aroused.

As you pull away, Katy’s pink mouth has relaxed into a slack, compromised arch. She giggles a bit. Every light is like her hair: green. Go.

“Look,” Katy says, giggling. “If you want…I have an idea.”

Her pink lips whisper in her ear. You nod. Calling her bluff, mainly.

After all, you don’t think she’ll do it.

You wriggle out of your clothes—either your cock has doubled in size, your boxers have shrunk to a child’s size, or maybe both—with your skin tingling and your mouth dry. She vamps shamelessly, a flirty smile uncoiling upon her face. She sits on the bench rising out of the warm sands, lifts and straightens her legs up onto it, and lies on her back.

Katy sprawls out, her lugubrious neon hair cascading across the bench in an unfurling blue blaze. It has the unnatural chemical hue of a LPG-fed fire. Her fat glitter-dusted breasts roll heavily outward, gravity tugging them partway out into her armpits. She stares up at the clear sky. It’s blue, though less wickedly so than her hair. She has a prankster’s smile—lips that are coiled and poised and puckered and ready to commit sin after sin after sin.

She’s down for anything. Are you?

You approach her on the bench, almost heartsick with lust for the beautiful, stacked Pokemon trainer. You straddle her body until your ass casts a shadow over her head. You glance over your shoulder.

Miss Big Tits has stuck her tongue out, ready for your ass. It looks like a moist pink landing strip.

Then she writes a word in the air with her tongue.

Maybe it’s coward.

Bending your knees and hips, you sit down on her face. A careful squat, like she’s made of porcelain. A few inches before you make contact with her tongue, your nerve fails, and you halt. Pulling back on the squat, your bent legs tremble, muscles on fire.

You glance down. Your cock juts from your hips in a throbbing pink bar, overshadowing the valley of her enormous wobbling tits. You stroke it, then release your member—it slaps against her flesh. Ripples scud across the shimmering, drum-taut surfaces. A drop of precum now glistens on her left breast, with a lone speck of glitter suspended inside—a galaxy of a single wandeirng star.

Sweating, you hear—feel—Katy’s breath under your ass. She giggles, reaching up and tickling your butt-cheeks with her acrylic fingernails. Her amusement registers in pins and needles of sensation, while her breath blows a swift boreal wind against your clenching asshole. Shivers flash across your perineum, race up your corpus cavernosum, and make a lightning rod of your spine.

Then you feel Katy pulling apart your asscheeks like bread dough, ready to plant her tongue as deep as humanly possible up your shitter. Perhaps even deeper than that. Humanity is such a limiting concept.

You’re moving too slow. Katy grasps your buttocks like handles, and pulls your hips down.

You fall. Not far. Your ass loudly faceplants—literally—directly onto Katy’s L’Oreal Paris-reinforced face. Simultaneously, her huge jugs squelch wetly as they swallow your dropping prick.

SPLUUUUURRRRTTTT-SCHLUUUUPPP-SQUUUISSSSHHH!

Your ass pillows out, and Katy plunges her tongue up your rectum. Thick and hot and deep, it unspools to bewildering depths into your spasming shit-chute. Each curve and swipe and spin of the rubbery organ cascades soul-sickening, stomach-churning pleasure through your innermost hollows.

Katy grips your hips, eating you from behind like a watermelon. Your buttocks jiggle and wobble upon the sweaty saddle of her face. You feel a scream scything up inside like the rising of a wind, and quickly catch it in your throat. If you scream, she’s beaten you. Not at Pokemon, but in a more meaningful sense.

Sweat pours down your face. You gasp, locking your teeth like a trapdoor against the intensity. You’re a hollow bag, filled with her heat and her malicious will. Her thick snaking tongue twists, weaving sinistrorse ligatures up inside your ass. It feels like it’s burrowed ten fucking feet deep up inside your guts. As she palms your ass, you grind your asshole into her stabbing, pumping tongue. Your cock throbs slickly as it discharges pre-cum at the bottom of her huge fuck cannons.

Katy is disturbingly good at this maneuver. You wonder how many other trainers she’s entertained in this manner. You wish she’d mentioned this little peccadillo of hers before you kissed her on the lips.

BLUBB SCHLOP SCHLUK! SPLUCK SQRLCH SQISHH! SCHLUPP SCHLICK SLOOOSH!

You can’t see your cock inside the breasts sandwiched against your crotch. It’s visible only via the jiggles that oscillate through her rack each time you flex it at the root. It has been swallowed by those colossally fat udders. It just sank in an instant, plunging into an ocean of wobbling titmeat, like a lost ship James Cameron will explore in seventy years. Your goliath cock lurches somewhere in its hot coffin of flesh, spasming desperately.

GLUUUURRRGLE-PLOOOORRRPPP-SCHLIIIIICK!

You squeeze her massive breasts, messily fucking your cock into those heaving glittery tit-masses. You drag her boobs back on your cock, let them slap against the base of your crotch, and simultaneously fuck your hips forward. Only shallowly—she’s holding your ass steady with a vise of ten fingers and a screw of one tongue. Most of the motion is achieved by her breasts, which you propel back and forth with heavy rolling throws. Titfucking her cleavage while your asshole is devoured, timing the heavy slaps of her breasts around the lashes of her tongue on your prostate…it’s a system. It works.

SPLUUUUURRRRTTTT-SCHLUUUUPPP-SQUUUISSSSHHH-GLUUUURRRGLE-PLOOOORRRPPP-SCHLIIIIICK!

You feel her greasy makeup smearing off on both halves of your sweaty grinding ass—God, how much primer and foundation does this slut have on? It’s like sitting on a bowling ball greased in vaseline.

SNNNNRGHHHK-glllllurp-schhhllllKH! Plllllllllrrrrrrggghhhhhh-sklop! BLLLLOOORRRGGGGLggeghhhhkkhhh! Sqquuuuuueeelllllchhhhhhhsplop!

Disgusting moist farting noises bubble ceaselessly beneath you—a wet, slick rhythm gurgling from between your hips and her face. You don’t know if it’s coming from your ass or her cock-stuffed tits or both. Grunting, you rake your dribbling cock back out of her chest until most of your length has emerged from the breast-tops, then penetrate it with a sudden thrust. Your head explodes through the bottom of her tits. You see a dent appear in the fabric above the Gymshark’s gore as your prick head thumps against it.

She performs anilingus, your cock churns a slippery path, her cleavage slams back and forth, your ass shakes convulsively. Everything is flux and spasm and heat and disgust and arousal. Fuck post-nut clarity. You have pre-nut clarity. You are revolted at yourself, twice as revolted at her. Yet you notice that you aren’t stopping.

You grunt, quivering. An orgasm is wandering inside you, seeking the exit. Warm flesh smothers your cock as you fuck a gooey trench into it, tugged at by sweat-sticky skin. Little shards of glitter bite and then are washed aside by bubbling floods of pre-cum. You squeeze her boobs hard, smooshing them against your pummeling glans, trying to make yourself cum as fast as possible. This is the worst nightmare you’ve ever ejaculated inside. As much fun as you’re having, you do not want to be stuck here.

Mindless. Brainless. Senseless. Just hammering full-force at Katy’s jiggling flesh mountains, panting for breath, sweat frying on your scalp and rolling down your back into your asscrack and then onto her face. Katy’s flailing tongue just goes whap-whap-whap against your prostate like a drum, until your balls are twitching with imminent and voluminous release.

Shivers roll up your spine. Fireworks ignite, shoot into the sky, burst. Her fat slippery tongue partially disgorges itself, sliding back to the base of your asshole—it sits fat and heavy, trapped inside your shitter by the ribbing of your sphincter ani internus, linea dentata, and M canalis. It’s hot and rubbery and thick. Feels like a massive turd you can’t shit out. Gasping, about to cum, your ass spasms in perverse, disgusted delight.

A warm and itchy glow wanders up through your rectum and bowels, spreading like a flame. Too late to stop. Too intense to restrain. Springboarding across to your prostate gland, bulbourethral gland, and ejaculatory duct, the sensation floods out through your cock.

You’re cumming.

Grunting like an animal—grunting because you’re an animal—you sink deep into shuddering titflesh. Semen sprays out in vast quantities from the bottom of her tits.

GLURCH SPLORP GLORP SPLOOSH SKLURP BLURP SCHLUUURK GLOMP KRLOOSH GLOOSH SPLATCH GLUP SKLURSH!

Your cock spasms, propelling thick ropes of gooey sperm out between her boobs. and more blasts ribbon out against the bottom of her sports bra, piling in glutinous ropes upon the wire-reinforced gore of her neon blue Gymshark. Spunk gathers there, unable to escape, flooding backward over your plunging, ejaculating groin.

With loud gasps, you empty your balls inside her walls of shuddering titflesh. Your ass contracts in crushing spasms and jerks around her tongue. Pulsepulsepulse. Throttling her with the same muscles you shit with. After twenty seconds, her bra cups overflow with your release. There is a rising waterline of spunk rising up inside the cleavage. Finally, it starts bubbling out of her neckline and draining into her collarbones.

You continue jabbing your cock, still cumming, watching your pulpous load pour back into the curves of her neck. Then you pull out, slapping your spent cock on her big wobbling boobs. WHAP SPLAT! Ripples shimmer across their hefty surfaces. Blobs of sperm whiplash out of your trailing glans.

Patning, you stand up. Your dilated rectum noisily unsucks from her face, and she gasps for air like a bellows.

Looking down, you see that the devastation is considerable. Her makeup did not survive its battle with your ass. As her mouth heaves open, you see a hair stuck between your teeth. Disgusting. As you jerk a final slippery strand of cum over her face, you reflect that it could be worse. You might be the last person to kiss Katy Perry on the lips, but at least you’re not the next one to do it.

Between your legs, your cock has swelled to full hardness. You smile. She’s not done. It’s not done. You’re not done.

Rolling the blue-haired singer over, you drag her hindquarters off the bench. She squeals in indignation—though not very loud—as you shove her into a doggystyle position, bent over, ass jutting back for you.

She is limp and compliant as you adjust her; a human doll to be reposed at will. You drag and prop her limbs: knees bent, fat ass thrust back, torso spread face-down on the bench. Her colossal boobs spill out beneath her body, dangling off each side of the bench. Splatters of cum soak into the wood.

She looks so fucking hot like this. So degraded that she has lost any concept of the word no.

You mount her without delay.

You lay your full weight across the prone body of the huge-breasted Pokemon trainer, gripping her blue hair and pulling back her head, rooting and hunting with your hips. Your free hand squeezes her huge, soft fleshbag on its side of her body. You find the nipple again. Still hard.

Your hips blindly thrust, trying to quench your unsated prick inside her cunt. The muscles of your hindquarters are wobbly and watery. Your cock repeatedly jabs the wrong places—her ass, her inner thighs, her hips.

Miss. Miss. Miss. Miss. Hit.

With target lock acquired, you skewer her balls-deep with a lewd squelching noise.

SCHLOOOORRRPPP-GLUUURK-SPLAT!

“UHHH!” Katy gasps, as you yank her head back via a handlebar of hair.

Her incredibly tight twat is slippery and warm, slurping you in, pulling you forward. A hot and greedy mouth that lives only to consume. As you grind against her aroused nerve endings, you hear her cry out sharply and feel muscles circumvallate in fluttery ripples around your penis.

Your cock lunges forward. Hits bottom. Pussy juice splatters around your cock. “OOOFFF!”

You begin pummeling Katy’s squirt-sluicing cunt with steady strokes. The beach air fills with obscene moist smacks.

SCHLOOORRRKKKKKKK! SLAP SLAP SLAP!

Your dick is erect but desensitized from your recent orgasm. Like fucking her with a length of rubber hose. You will last and last.

Gripping her hard, you get to work. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen.

Katy bellows as you prong her through a protracted orgasm. Bucking your hips into her, taking vicious sideslamming strokes through her pussy walls, shafting the air with viscid smacks of flesh on flesh, your fat cock hilts itself in her throbbing cunt again and again.

With a grunt she flexes her limber thighs, thudding her big ass against you as you slam her into the bench with blunt, pistoning force. Fucking back, while you’re fucking forward.

You pummel the popslut’s slippery, pulsating cunt, mauling her huge breasts as your devastating thrusts makes them wobble. Her buttocks shimmer, heaving in dirty pleasure around your prick. Katy’s luscious body spasms in orgasm again and again. Her mouth jabbers out a single staccato syllable like a record stuck in a groove—FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK…Each FUCK vibrates from her sternum to her stacked chest, making her nipples quiver. Drops of sweat dance from each one.

Releasing her hair, you grasping her enormous tit-pillows with both hands as they spill out ludicrously on each side of her body. You squeeze her big, soft fleshbags like twin rudder controls on a plane while rutting her bulky hips. She feels so good to squeeze while fucking. She just has so much flesh…

Gripping bulging handfuls of Katy, you crash your crotch into her well-fucked pussy. SPLAT! The lewd, fleshly noise bursts, filling the sex-stinking air of the beach.

“UHUHUHUHUHUHHGGHHH!”

Whiplashing her sexy back, she creams like the slut she is. You see her ejaculate squirt in trails down her thighs, feel it on backsplash yours.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Fucking, ramming, driving, batshit and out of control, you make her cum again and then again, and finally plunge yourself over the precipice.

A wet surge sockets your hips against her pillow-like ass. You spew geyser-thick blasts inside her cunt. Each spurt of cum causes a spike of pain to stab out against your skull. You realize, too late, that you’ve been staring into the sun for pretty much the whole time you’ve been on top of her.

Hilting yourself in her cunt, you root around her fuck-sleeve with your spraying, spasming fuckmeat. You pound out your load in six or eight bursts, then collapse onto her back like a sack of potatoes. With a lewd slurping sound, her slack twat releases your cock to rest against your thigh. A ribbon of white cum splatters out onto the sand between your and her legs.

You hear Katy gurgle, drooling facedown on the bench. You broke her. Damn near fucked her in half.

Scooping up a palmful of her sweaty assmeat, you feel your cock start tingling. You wonder if you have time to pound another load into her slutbox before you depart for Olivine City.

A shrill voice cuts above the waves.

“FAIRY! FAIRY! FAIIIRRRRRRYYYYY!!”

Your Charmander escaped its Pokeball, and is attempting to do something nonconsensual with Katy’s Clefairy.



Pokemon Gen III - Ruby and Sapphire (Hayden Panettiere)

“SLAAAAASHHH!!!”

“THOOOOOORRRRRRNNN!!!”

Your level 42 Sandslash and Hayden’s level 41 Ferrothorn are locked in battle on the rock-strewn Jagged Pass. With EVs invested in HP and Defense, and Atk/SpAtk dumpstatted through the floor, they have hard-walled each other for over half an hour, draining their PP to zero. They are now reduced to using the only move they have left: Struggle.

Sandslash struggles…

Ferrothorn struggles…

Sandslash struggles…

Ferrothorn struggles…

“SLAAAAASHHH!!!”

“THOOOOOORRRRRRNNN!!!”

Another kind of struggle (involving a different sort of PP) is taking place twenty feet away. Hayden Panettiere has you on your back, legs spread in the shale dirt, and she’s sucking your cock.

Her hair falls over her face in a glossy blonde spill. Her moist pink tongue lolls out, striping your dick with saliva like a candy cane. The sensation plunges cold shivers through you as you stare at her beautiful face—it slides up and down, while her hand grips your penis at the base, and her tongue lashes relentlessly from the top down. Muscles tense under her diamond-cut jawline—tension expressed via artful twists and convolutions of her mouth. You watch your rock-hard cock bend and flex as she applies pressure. Applies pleasure. It cascades through you like ice.

You’re not sure what the point of the battle was. Hayden immediately said you could fuck her with no hint of financial transaction.

Frankly, each of these female trainers is sluttier than the last. You’ve gotten used to them being very easy to coax into sex. But this is the first time one has asked you to marry her.

“Think about it,” Hayden says, gripping your cock like a club. She rests it against her inquisitive face, as a schoolgirl might a pencil. “We would be very compatible. I’m a Leo, and you’re a Sagittarius. I can tell by your face. Or maybe you’re a Pisces. Or a Capricorn. Or a Virgo. Or a Cancer. No, wait, I got it. Your birth sign is Aquarius, but you’re a Virgo rising. I’m right, aren’t I? You had that aloof, mysterious look as you came down the path…that hint of tragedy—”

She interrupts your astrological report to give a long, deep suck of your shaft. Your hips surge upward propulsively. It feels like she’s sucking you hollow. Turning you into a human Shedinja.

“SLAAAAASHHH!!!”

“THOOOOOORRRRRRNNN!!!”

She fellates you relentlessly until you’re almost crawling out of your skin. The pleasure reaches brilliant intensity, and becomes agonising, like stars are birthing beneath your skin.

Hayden lifts her ass up in the air—piking her sweat-dripping haunches high behind her head, waving them from side to side like a cat. She rocks forward, driving her cock-bulldozing mouth over your surging genitals. Gritting your teeth, you feel sperm begin slithering up through your reproductive tract.

You try to hold off cumming.

The less cock Hayden has in her mouth, the more time she has for talking. Something she has done almost continuously since you met.

“—You need to realize that there are patterns in things,” she says, heedless of your gasps. “Deep patterns. Like, right now there are molecules from your true, actualized self circulating in your body. He hasn’t been born. Yet he already exists in you, unformed. We’re all, like, the manifestations of spirits yet to come. Swirls of future potential. Or something. Isn’t that wild to think about?”

Like Katy, she’s good. Worryingly so. Some skills are unfetching for a lady to possess.

Then you roar, clutching handfuls of gravel from the mountainside. Your seed boils up like lava, shooting with propulsive force through your shaft.

Her tongue rolls and bends like a trick-trained dolphin as it folds around your cock. Agony. Pleasure. Sucking too hard, then relenting. Guiding you over a barb-wire tightrope of pleasure and more pleasure. Dragging up cum from your balls.

Hayden lets her head slide down it so she can kiss the side and probably yap some more about astrology. Suddenly, thick arcs and loops of sperm are spewing up and splattering down over her head.

Glorp-FLOSHHH-plap-schlkhhh!

“OhmygodWHATTHEFUCK!” she yells as she’s pelted by white spunk.

Your thick erection flexes in her hand. More jets fire in up parabolic curves, are caught like broken-winged birds by gravity, and are sucked back down to land on her face. Hayden plants her lips over your cum-hosing cock, catching the last three or four ropes you spew out with a single ploughing sweep of her mouth.

Gasping out your orgasm, your blood seems to fizz inside your veins. Stars swirl over the beautiful blonde trainer, occluding her with their lesser light.

She pulls her mouth back over your softening penis until just the tip is puffing out her lips. Your dick resembles a bridge between your sprawled, tumbled bodies.

“So, what do you say?” she says, jerking you back to hardness. “Are we, like, an item? Together forever, and all that jazz? Because I want to start planning our wedding, like, right now. I warn you, I’m gonna Bridezilla out so hard.”

Her eyes are ardent. Totally sincere. It would be almost romantic, if not for the re-erecting penis pressed against one side of her face, and the disgusting slug of cum dribbling down the other.

Hayden keeps babbling. “I mean, obviously you’re gonna say yes. You’re clearly an empathetic, high-value male. A person who is not blind to the cosmic doorways being unlocked by the act of sex. It’s like, we’re healing ourselves when we make love. Aren’t we?”

She stares into your eyes with utter bone-chilling insanity. A stare you cannot match. “Aren’t we?”

You do not reply, which she takes to be a no. “Please!” she hisses, as sperm goes drip from her eyelashes onto the ground. “I’ve been here for the longest time, waiting for the right man to challenge me to a Pokemon battle! I’ve been waiting for you for a lifetime. For Mr Right. I’ve kept myself pure—well, pure-ish—because I knew someday you’d come walking down the path. I’m in my Saturn’s Return already! Come on, isn’t this everything you’ve ever dreamed of?”

Hayden’s mouth, sealed shut with packing tape. That’s what you’re dreaming of.

Your cock is fully hard. You throw her onto the hard gravel, and began pummeling the shit out of her.

Your shaft slams into her pungent, aroused pussy like a length of steel pipe. Obscene wet slamming sounds crash from beneath the wedge of your driving hips as you fuck in…and in…and in.

“UGH! UGH!” Hayden roars as she’s drilled. “FUCK ME!”

Soon, Hayden asks to be on top. She rides you doggystyle, tits bouncing up and down as her hips plunge on your cock. Her fingers tease your shoulders. She grunts and moans, her face transmuting to a slack mask of soul-consuming, rapturous pleasure. She bounces up and down on your cock, her plump jiggly hips pile-driving up and down on your wet, slut-hungry shaft. Her big meaty tits bounce up and down. They jolt hard with vicious whiplashing movements as she rides you.

Her big tits speed up and down, slapping her belly in wide pounding arcs. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Her nipples trace blurred lines of speed across your vision.

You grab her knockers as they flop through space, squeezing fingerprints into her meaty udders. She groans and mewls, sharply arching her back into an acute curve. Once you’ve had enough, you throw her off you. She’s busy telling you about how she’s the descendant of Egyptian pharaohs or something. You flip her around, mount her from behind, and begin swinging cunt-destroying arcs into her snatch.

“SLAAAAASHHH!!!”

“THOOOOOORRRRRRNNN!!!”

You had forgotten about the Pokemon battle happening nearby. The sounds of the Ferrothorn and Sandslash throttling each other to death twist together in a braid of sound with the drumbeat of flesh and the squelch of Hayden’s tight young pussy as you prong her to ecstasy on the mountainside.

Hayden bellows, wriggling her hips beneath your cock. “UHHH. YOU’RE TOTALLY A LEO OR SOMETHING! ONLY THEY FUCK LIKE…LIKE THIIIISSSS! UHHH! UHHHHH!”

You shatter her voice with an orgasm, like a plate smashed within your fist. Even when she reassembles it, a crack runs through it to mark what happened.

“…ughh…so anyway, as you can tell, we would be incredibly compatible…OH FUCK, NOT SO ROUGH!”

Again and again, you row your cock into Hayden’s slutbox, throwing your hips against hers, grinding once or twice before pulling back. Drenching, scalding sweat pours from both of you. Her asscheeks are pounded pink as you beat against them like a drum, making her flesh bounce and clap.

You grasp her hefty thighs and pull them apart, allowing you deeper access into her gooey snatch. Her fat cuntlips distend and prolapse slightly like a mouth, glistening with juices as you row back out on the outstroke. Her steady rhythmic moans break into loud screams. Then into orgasm again.

“Ohh…like that…like that…LIKE THAT OH MY GAWWWWD!”

SHLURGE! SCHLURGE! SCHLURGE!

Her pussy walls collapse, throttling your cock. Her thighs on each side of your slam-driving hips tighten with wicked contractions of muscle. Hayden’s big, sweaty tits collapse into her armpits, only to catapult forward with each jarring thrust.

Hayden grunts. You stab your cock into her shaved cunt from behind. Climax. Her back arches deliciously. Her hips surge and froth. Her cunt explodes around the cock drilling it out.

You fuck forward, gripping her hips, dragging her ass up into the air. You physically lift her into the air while ramming her cunt, like you’re fucking a wheelbarrow. Her body is sweat-slippery, and her legs fasten around your waist to hold on. Between them, you have a view of her heavy boulder-like ass cheeks, which jiggle and clap as you fuck her mid-air. Drops of sweat slide from her, spilling onto the gravel.

Sklurp splurk shlurp! The thick, wet sounds of her sloppy cunt being fucked are broken by her screams as you ejaculate. Her heavy breasts sway and jiggle on her chest. She pours herself around you, hips and ass contouring around your thrusting crotch as you rut yourself to oblivion inside her cunt.

“SLAAAAASHHH!!!”

“THOOOOOORRRRRRNNN!!!”

“AAAAAAAHHHH!” She screams, twisting and thrashing on your cock like a landed fish.

Your orgasm is rising up. Going faster and faster, your hips blur with speed. Frothing liquid boils between her thrashing thighs, which cannon off yours with loud and violent smacks. She orgasms with a loud scream. Moments later, you follow suit, violently ejaculating. Your eyes roll back, your balls surge upward, and then you’re planting still more of your seed inside the beautiful Pokemon trainer.

Your balls pulse, your cock leaps like a bucking bronco in her wet spewing cunt, and then cum-ropes shoot out. Your orgasm rattles your bones. Vibrations tear through your body, radiating from the epicenter of your cum-slathered crotches. Groaning, you empty your balls, slugging out shot after shot against her fertile womb walls.

BLEHCHHH-SCHLOORRRFFF! PLOP-SPLURM-GLUUUUUURK

Gripping her hips, you fuck and cum and fuck and cum and fuck and cum until you have nothing more to give. Your cock slackens inside a frothy pocket of sperm, sliding back out to the entrance. You have planted your seed inside yet another beautiful Pokemon trainer.

Her face is glowing with ecstasy. Her eyes twist shut with pleasure, and she murmurs obscenities.

Your muscles are burning, and her body is heavy. Suddenly, you have no more strength. You let her drop to the gravel with a flop, Your cock messily unplugs from her slit, sending a few more shots of aftercum pulsing onto her stomach. You both pant. Engines on empty. Happy to be crash-landing.

But she recovers her voice first—unfortunately.

“So, what do you say? Cosmic astral-buddies?” she grips your hand. “I need to get started planning our wedding. This place has a package deal on matching His and Hers tombstones.”

You pull your hand free of hers, and set off at a run down the Jagged Pass, heading to Lavaridge Town.

Jilted, Hayden screams after you.

“Wait…where are you going? We’re soulmates! You can’t just fuck me and leave me…AAARRRRRGHHHHH!! WHY ARE ALL MEN LIKE THIS?”

Just then, your Sandslash makes contact with one of the Ferrothorn’s metal spikes and collapses, defeated.

Hayden’s yelling goes up another notch as you vanish down the mountainside.

“ALSO, YOU LOST THE MATCH! YOU OWE ME MONEY, YOU LOSER! AT LEAST TAKE YOUR SHITTY ASS POKEMON WITH YOU! COME BAAAACKK!!!”

* * *

You’re on your way. Miles behind you, miles ahead. You stare down the slope of Jagged Pass at the hills beneath and ahead, which consume the landscape like a series of bruised green ripples—like folds on a celestial cloak, darkening as they meet the sky. You see towns and rivers and forests, effaced to bare details and hints by the vast distance before you.

Heavy clouds drift above, carrying notes of salt brine. They seem like they’re hacked from ice, floating suspended in an endless blue. Soft white flags flown by the unseen sea behind the horizon. The future is calling to you. All of Kanto lies ahead. All of Johto. All of Hoenn…

It’s a fine day. Particularly when you have company to share it with. You’re not making much progress at catching Pokemon, to tell the truth. Your quest to become the greatest has had a lot of distractions.

You get out a notebook and take a pen to three more names.

* KATE UPTON * KATY PERRY * HAYDEN PANETTIERE

Tick, tick, tick. Professor Oak thinks you’re completing your Pokédex. But somewhere along the way, the acute mark on the word went missing…

THE END