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Title: Perverted Pokemon Gym (Pokemon/m, Pokemon/f, MC)
Date of Latest Update to This Story: 12/27/16

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Without further adieu...



"Persian, use bite!" my challenger yelled, flailing her arms as
if to impart to her pokemon the importance of the attack. I
grinned, impressed by the middle-age lady's enthusiasm. Before I
could react, the large cat-pokemon dove forward and attacked my
limping Arcanine. Knowing that the battle was lost, I recalled
Arcanine to his pokeball and signaled the end of the match. The
lights of my cave gym came on and I smiled broadly as I strode
across the field of battle.

"That was excellent," I said, taking the lady's hand and shaking
it. "You clearly have done an superb job in training your Persian
and Graveler and you should be proud of your victory today."
Sliding my hand into my pocket, I pulled out the woman's reward.
Her eyes gleamed and she giggled like a girl a quarter of her
age.

"Thank you so much," she said as I handed her the Shining
Crescent Gym Badge. As was custom in my Gym, I handed the small
metal trinket over with a deep bow.

"My pleasure. Would you care for a cup of tea?" I said, gesturing
to a small alcove off to the side of the main arena where a
steaming pot of tea and some cookies waited. The woman nodded
eagerly and we proceeded toward the treats. As was my custom, I
always took time after any battle to invite my challenger, win or
loose, to have a post-meal snack and discussion. This woman was
no different.

I always enjoyed the post-battle conversation with my
challengers. When they lost, I took the time to go over the
battle and offer helpful suggestions as to ways upon which they
might improve their technique. I'm a Gym Leader, after all,  so
it's my responsibility to guide and educate trainers on the
proper ways to develop their pokemon.  When the trainer won, as
was the case with this trainer, I generally asked them about
their lives and their journey that they (usually) were just
beginning. This woman was different from many of my normal
challengers as she was from Strongwood City, up north, and had
already collected five badges from our region. She'd go far, I
surmised, because she really had talent. As the woman was telling
me about how her teenage children encouraged her, despite being
nearly fifty years old, to go on a pokemon journey and about her
initial reluctance to embrace that long-ago abandoned dream, I
couldn't help but compare how different she was to those who
normally passed through my gym.

You see, most of my challengers are newly minted trainers,
meaning they are generally between 10 and 14 years old.

The Shining Crescent Gym, of which I have been the Gym Leader for
six years, is located west of Tanasian City at the very end of
Route 1. After leaving Tanasian City, Route 1 meanders through
Victory Forest and the Remarre Foothills before cutting it's way
into the Tanagie Mountains and dead-ending at my Gym. Professor
Star, our region's leading expert on Pokemon and the individual
who supplies most of our region's children with their first
pokemon, has her lab right on the outskirts of Tanasian City and
practically next to the beginning of Route 1. As such, and with
Victory Forest, the Remarre Foothills, and the Tangie Mountains
being home to relatively docile and safe pokemon, youngsters
generally accept their first pokemon with Professor Star and then
travel Route 1 to begin their pokemon journey.

The two-week long trip from the Professor to my doorstep is an
unofficial test, the professor and I tend to joke, to see which
children are mature enough to handle the rigors of a pokemon
journey. Most, I'm proud to say, succeed with aplomb. A few are
escorted by one of my pokemon back to the professor with
encouragement to come back in a couple of years.

"And how about you, dear? How did a young handsome man like you
become the Gym Leader all the way out here?" the woman asked with
motherly interest.

"Well," I said, smiling a bit and shrugging, "It's a bit of a
long story."

I told the woman how I started my pokemon journey at age 10, like
many children, and concluded it with a solid win in Teal Town's
Hall of Masters eight years later. Almost immediately after that,
I was presented with a scholarship to study with Professor
Silverleaf on Watchdog Isle but turned that opportunity down to
go back to Lullaby Village, my hometown, to take a well deserved
break. Having been on the road constantly for eight years, and
knowing that Professor Silverleaf would have had me traveling
almost exclusively to collect research material, I wanted to take
some time to rest my bones. Six months later, our region's Gym
Leader Counsel reached out to me and asked if I would accept a
temporary position as acting Gym Leader in nearby Sunnyvale
Village. I accepted and found I enjoyed being a Gym Leader. When
the position opened up at Shining Crescent Gym five months later,
I applied and was hired.

"But this Gym is somewhat... remote, isn't it?" the woman asked
skeptically. I knew what she was getting at. Many were curious as
to how I've lasted six years as this gym's leader as Shining
Crescent was a difficult Gym to staff for two reasons.

First, it was in fact remote and the nearest civilization was two
weeks away. Socialization came in the form of challengers (95% of
which were under the age of fifteen), the phone, and trips to
Tanasian City (which were exceedingly rare as my supplies were
delivered by a Fearow delivery service every Sunday).

The second problem with the Gym was that it lacked prestige. I
was the leader of the "starter gym" who was expected (quite
unofficially) by the Gym Leader Counsel to go easy on my
challengers so as to allow them an opportunity to learn and grow.
With my pokemon and experience, I could crush practically any
challenger who faced me, this woman included, but my pokemon and
I hold back our true power so that the new trainers can get some
much needed confidence. Indeed, two years earlier, another Gym
Leader took ill and I was transferred to her Gym, an exceedingly
busy Gym in the heart of a major metropolitan area, for two weeks
to fill in. I went 76-1 during those hectic fourteen days,
absolutely destroying trainers who remembered beating me two or
three years earlier. The shock on their faces was quite
enjoyable.

"It is." I responded. "But even thought I'm only 25, I really
feel like this place is home. I like the solitude and the
enthusiasm of my challengers. Plus, the back of this cave opens
up to a small hidden valley where my cottage sits next to a
peaceful pool. What more can a man ask for?"

The woman, who was clearly in her "mother" mode, frowned
slightly. "Well, solitude is nice. But don't you get lonely?"

Again, I knew what she was asking. The girlfriend question. "No.
Not really. I'm very content."

And content I was. Very content. More content that I'd ever been
in my life. So content, I planned on dying as this Gym's leader
fifty years in the future. They'd have to kill me to get me to
leave this post and, even then, I might come back to haunt it. Of
course, I couldn't tell this woman why.

But I'll tell you.

You see, my pokemon and I are sick and twisted sex-obsessed
perverts who satisfy our carnal lusts on the nubile flesh of the
boys and girls who come seeking the Shining Crescent Gym Badge.

That's right. You read that correctly. The depravity in this Gym
would shock even Team Rocket were it ever to be exposed.

Which it won't.

After escorting the woman to the entrance of the cave gym and
wishing her well, I meandered back into the depths of the
mountain only to emerge a few minutes later into the sliver of a
valley that was my home.

Yes, I had started my pokemon journey at age 10 like most
children. Unlike most, my first pokemon was not given to me by a
professor but instead had been my friend and playmate for nearly
two years. It was Kadabra, the psychic pokemon who would later
evolve into my best pal Alakazam. Kadabra, it turned out, had
moved into the area just after I turned 8 and, upon seeing me for
the first time, had immediately begun to lust after my cute
pre-teen body. One day, after getting close enough to scan me
with it's psychic abilities, Kadabra was shocked to learn that I
was a horny little shit whose body wanted sex desperately but
whose mind had no knowledge of the subject. Overcome with desire,
Kadabra introduced himself to me and we became immediate friends.
That first night, Kadabra slipped into my bedroom and fucked me
senseless with his long pliant cock, my boygasms rocking my world
and giving me a taste of the delicious and forbidden fruit of the
body. Over those two years of nightly sexual marathons, our bond
grew deep and strong. It wasn't until years later that I learned
Kadabra's psychic sense had show it that I would grow to lust
after kinky sex with adolescents.

Knowing what we wanted, Kadabra and I took great care throughout
our pokemon journey in selecting our companions. After every
successful catch, I would hand the pokeball over to Kadabra and
he would read the pokemon within in order to find out that
pokemon's secret desires. I caught hundreds if not thousands of
pokemon during those years and, after gathering the pokedex
information as instructed, released practically all of them back
into the wild. A very select few, though, became like family due
to our shared perversion.

As our little pack grew, we became predators on the hunt for
human flesh. For years, we traveled the region collecting badges,
having adventures, and satisfying our lusts on boys and girls who
happened to cross our path. I still fondly remember our first
victim, a teenage trainer we met on a deserted beach south of
Firefly City. I was twelve. He was probably fifteen. After
beating him in a match, Alakazam, who had evolved by that point,
used his psychic abilities to manipulate the boy into servicing
us. It was thrilling and wonderful to have power over others and
I knew, as Alakazam fucked the boy from behind while we
passionately sixty-nine'd, that I wanted and needed more of these
feelings. Of course, we were never exposed because the special
psychic ability of Alakazam, the ability to erase the memories of
our victims, let us satisfy our unquenchable lust without fear of
reprisal or sanction. This predatory behavior, I'm sure you'd
guess, led to me seeking the Shining Crescent Gym position. After
all, what better place to be than a remote location visited
routinely by the very victims we stalked for so many years?

Slipping into my little cottage, I turned on my surveillance
system and rubbed my hands together with excitement.
Approximately one day away was a group of kids, four boys and a
girl, who were slowly making their way towards my Gym. I knew
about them because, two weeks prior, Professor Star had phoned me
and asked me to keep an eye out for this little party. Most of
the time, trainers reached me either by themselves or,
occasionally, with a friend. It was rare for a group to be out on
a pokemon adventure because, practically speaking, more trainers
meant more competition. If you and four others were traveling
together and you run across a rare pokemon, which of you is
entitled to capture it? Apparently not understanding this
reality, these children's parents, who were obviously rather
worried about this little adventure, had cajoled their offspring
into forming a band for safety's sake and Professor Star asked
me, as a favor to the parents, to keep a watchful eye. It was
incredibly ironic, I suppose, that they asked the wolf to guard
the chicken coop but who was I to complain?

"Ala - Kazam?" my best friend said next to me as we watched the
children frolic in the glade.

"Oh yes. And there is no one else behind them for at least five
days. We'll have them all to ourselves for some time."

"Ka-Zam!"

....

I took a sip of tea and smiled at the five children before me as
we talked all about pokemon and the adventures that awaited them.
All five had won their challenge and their energy and excitement
was wonderful to behold. They, of course peppered me with a
variety of questions about my own journey and I happily told them
all about the various places I'd seen and people I'd met. I made
sure, of course, to emphasis to the group the value of
self-determination and the ability to stand on one's own two
feet. From what I'd seen, these kids wouldn't have any trouble
with the journey but they needed a boost of confidence and an
adult's blessing to declare themselves ready to strike out on
their own. I made a mental note, though, to reach out to their
respective parents and inform them that their children were
mature enough to attempt the pokemon journey as individuals and
how I believed each would find their own success if allowed to
seek it for themselves.

Daniel was the oldest. At fourteen, his parents had delayed his
journey because he was an only child and seemed on the surface to
be meek and mild. That surface was an illusion, I knew, because
the way he had commanded his Sandshrew in battle had shown me a
boy with a great depth of resolve. Somewhat lanky and thin, his
brown mop of hair continued, despite his repeated attempts at
taming it, to fall over his lovely green eyes. He was cute,
caught somewhere between boyhood and manhood.

Micah was twelve and, despite being two years younger than
Daniel, the clear the leader of the group. Cocky and confident,
his Tauros obeyed him like a well trained soldier and I had a
feeling the boy would grow up to make a huge splash in the
pokemon community. He was attractively arrogant, though, so he'd
need to learn a bit of humility if he was every to truly become
great. That said, the boy's smooth tan skin, heartbreaker looks,
and the twinkle in his ice-blue eyes were sure to attract many
followers as the years progressed.

Then there was Jasper. The first thing the little ebony skinned
eleven-year-old told me when we sat down to tea and cookies was
how annoyed he was at his parents for making him go on the
journey with everybody else and how he really thought he should
have been allowed to go by himself a year earlier. The others
seemed to roll their eyes so I assumed this complaint was normal
for the boy. He kept talking right up until Micah gave him a look
which screamed  "shut up" and Jasper, getting the message, smiled
sheepishly before helping himself to the treats. I got the
feeling from the battle, though, that the boy was sharp as a tack
as his Mankey used exotic combat combinations which were really
quite impressive.

Lily and Lyle were twins and the youngest at ten. They were
clearly in awe of both me and the older boys but that awe didn't
stop them from interrupting, pushing, and criticizing each other
constantly. Their antics were amusing, though, and I could tell
that they loved each other quite a bit. Lily's Nidorina and
Lyle's Nidorino were probably siblings as well because both
pokemon fought with the same deliberate and thoughtful grace.
These two cuties and their pokemon were going to travel together,
if I had to guess, but they seemed to draw strength from each
other and make each other better trainers. That was a good thing,
to, because both looked noticeably younger than their respective
ten years and I could easily sympathize with their parents for
wanting them to travel with older and more responsible
companions.

"Well," I said, getting up from the table and collecting
everyone's pokeballs from the nearby restoration machine nurse
Joy had installed for me years earlier, "You five really
impressed me today. I think you are going to go really far as
trainers!" The kids gave a collective whoop and began packing up.
"Say, would you like to see the valley beyond this cave? It's a
great place to relax for a bit and you might even see some rare
pokemon."

"Yes!" said Micah with enthusiasm. "That would be great, sir!
Thanks!"

"Can we catch them if we see them?" asked Jasper, grinning.

"Sure. If you can battle them successfully, which I'm sure you
all can now that you've proven what capable trainers you are,
you're more than welcome to capture any pokemon you find." With
that, I led the group deeper into the cave and into the small
valley that I called home.

The children ran and skipped in the sunlight, marveling at my
large and impressive looking home as well as the cool refreshing
waters of the mountain pools that collected near the house. For
almost half an hour, I watched from my porch as the children
explored the tiny valley and looked for rare and exotic pokemon.
There were none, of course, and my own pokemon were adept at
staying hidden from the curious children, but I allowed them
their fun. Pulling out my handheld computer, I typed in a few
commands and grinned. Within seconds, all of the camera's in the
valley were active and my Gym's entrance was closed and locked
tight. For the next few days, none would interrupt our activities
and I would get every moment of it recorded.

"Ka-zam? Ala ala ka zam?"

I turned to see my partner in crime. "Yes, you can give everyone
the signal." Alakazam eyes twinkled before he closed them for a
moment and relayed the message. I got up, stretched, and entered
my home. Within seconds, I was seated in my private den with my
pants down around my ankles and my fist on my rapidly swelling
cock. Large screens sat before me, each focused on one of the
kids in my valley. I'd get involved eventually, I knew, but I
tended to let my pokemon have the first day or so. They were,
after all, my closed friends and we had plenty of time for fun.

....


I licked my lips as Daniel was ushered into my barn by Clefable
and Wigglytuff, those two seemingly goofy pokemon chattering away
while firmly manhandling the confused and somewhat chagrined boy.
It was their routine, I knew, as both Clefable and Wigglytuff
were incredibly bright but preferred to put on the air of affable
idiot so as to put their opponents and victims at a distinct
disadvantage when they sprung their trap.

"Cel-Fable!" Clefable said as he spun Daniel around several times
in a row.

"Wiggly-Tuff!" responded Wigglytuff as he pulled the boy along,
pointing to various parts of the barn while pocketing Daniel's
pokeballs without the boy noticing.

"Fay-Fable!"

"Tuff Tuff"

"Hey" giggled Daniel, his voice breaking slightly from light alto
to high tenor. "I know it's a barn. I've been in barns before."

"Tuff! Wigglytuff!"

As the boy continued to try figure out where the two silly
pokemon were leading him, he failed to take notice of their
actions. Before he even realized it, the two pokemon had
maneuvered him to the center of the barn and, grabbing the
leather manacles that were hanging from the thick beam above but
had been unnoticed by the boy, snapped them quickly and
efficiently on the boy's wrists.

At that very moment, Alakazam, who had been watching the scene
from the back of the barn, flipped the switch which yanked the
manacles upward and pulled Daniel's arms straight above him.
"Whoa! Hey! Wait!" he said, his voice full of dumb surprise. The
shock paralyzed him for a second which gave the two pokemon
plenty of time to snap two more previously unseen manacles just
below the hem of his shorts before yanking hard on their thick
rope cords and forcibly spreading Daniel's legs wide.

In practically the blink of the eye, Daniel went from totally
free to totally unmovable. Confusion flushed the boy's face and
he began two or three sentences, halting as his brain refused to
process what exactly had just occurred.

It was a scene I'd observed several times before and a position
in which these particular pokemon loved to trap their victims.
The boy's arms were taut, reaching up towards the ceiling and
tightly secured by his bindings. His legs were spread at the
thigh, just above the knee, and his feet, though flat on the
ground, likely supported just enough of his weight to ensure that
his arms did not begin to ache. As the seconds ticked by and the
boy continued to try and find his voice, Clefable, Wigglytuff ,
and Alakazam quickly used small shears to slice through the
fourteen-year-old's clothing. As his tee shirt, shorts, and
boxers fell in ribbons to the floor, Daniel's brain finally
processed enough to register a distinct protest. The nudity
always got them protesting.

"No! Hey! HELP! You can't DO THAT! STOP!" The boy didn't shout,
exactly, but his voice was raised. Panic, I figured, hadn't yet
set in. I knew my pokemon wouldn't give him time.

The boy was hot. Tall and thin, as noted earlier, he nonetheless
had definition in his adolescent musculature which hinted at the
man he would become. Colt-like, his body was obviously maturing
but there was a youthful boyishness about him which hinted that
maturity was still several years away. The skin was flawless,
unmarred and lightly tanned from his time traveling. That tan
ended quite abruptly at his pelvis, where distinct tan-lines
separated creamy brown skin from stark pale flesh. His bottom was
firm and plump while his cock, uncut, hung limply over a rather
hefty set of hairless balls. In fact, the boy had little hair to
speak of. His mop of brown hair on his head, a small tuft above
his prick, and a faint barely visible fuzz on his forearms and
legs were the only signs of body hair that I could see. Even his
beautiful armpits were smooth, the flesh absolutely enticing.

Alakazam, winking at the other two pokemon, looked the boy over
once before sauntering out to the room.

Daniel didn't notice Alakazam leave, though, because Arcane and
Ninetales chose that moment to burst through the back of the barn
in a tornado of fire and movement. The last few party members, it
seemed, had arrived.

"Arc! Arc!"

"Nine-Tales! Nine nine!"

"Wiggly!"

Cle-Fable!"

The pokemon chattered to each other as the starred at the teen,
their eyes roaming over his body with lust. The boy's head
swiveled back and forth, trying to make sense of the situation.
"Please Clefable. Let me down. This isn't right. Hey!" He shouted
in surprise as Wigglytuff, who had slipped behind the boy,
reached around him and began to stroke his small pink nipples.
"No! Don't do that! Hey, STOP!" he yelled, trying desperately to
twist his body away from the pokemon's naughty hands. The
bindings on his wrists and above his knees were to well secured,
though, and Wigglytuff had no difficulty in stroking, pinching,
and twisting the stiff little nubs.

The little tits must have had some sensitivity because the teen's
prick, which had been limp up until that point, started to chub
up noticeably. It thickened, the flesh growing stiff as the
pokemon continued to play with the boy and the other pokemon
wandered around his prone form eagerly. Finally having enough,
Arcanine sat just in front of the teen and leaned it's large
muzzle forward, extending a thick pink tongue to take a long
leisurely lick of the boy's exposed package. From the bottom of
the smooth balls and up along the shaft to the very tip,
Aracnine's soft moist tongue slid sensuously along the growing
flesh and the teen let out a startled cry. "Oh! No! Arcane! Don't
do that! STOP! NO! STOP! WAIT!" Arcane ignored the protests,
licking the cock a second, third, and fourth time. By the time
Arcanine's tongue touched the flesh a fifth time, the boy's
erection stood hard and proud, his purplish head peaking shyly
out of his rapidly retracting foreskin.

"Fuck!" the boy gaped as the tongue grated roughly against the
his cockhead for the first time, the helmet fully exposed. He
shivered, redoubling his efforts to free himself. "Ah! Please!
Arcanine! Stop!" With the boy's four and a half inch cock fully
hard, Arcanine began to rapidly lick the turgid flesh and heavy
ballsack, it's long and agile tongue finding all of the creases
and hidden nooks. Within a matter of moment, the boy's entire
pelvis gleamed brightly with pokemon saliva as his cock bounced
wildly around at the molestation. I estimated the boy to be about
five inches long and moderately thick.

Then the boy moaned. It was a moan of pleasure that rose from
deep in his belly and I could tell from the way his eyes widened
for a split second that the moan surprised him. Because the boy
was fourteen, I'm sure he had already mastered the art of
self-pleasure and probably regularly jerked-off whenever he had a
private moment. But this assault by a soft warm wet pokemon
tongue was probably something he had never considered and I
watched as he shivered in delight. Then Arcane stopped.

Ninetales flipped a nearby switch with his nose and the cords
attached to Daniel's wrists retracted even further, hoisting the
boy upwards and forcing his feet off the ground. A sharp "Ah!"
filled the air as the strain on his arms intensified considerably
and he began to whimper in pain. The pain was short lived,
though, as Wigglytuff and Clefable quickly removed his socks and
shoes before slipping thick leather bands around his shins which
were immediately connected to more support cords. The weight no
longer on his arms, the boy swayed back and forth slowly in his
leather harness.

It looked as if he was praying to some deity in the sky. His arms
outstretched above him, his knees bent as if he was kneeling in
supplication despite the fact that his thighs were spread apart,
and his cock half-hard in front of him, the pokemon began to
chatter amongst themselves at a job well done. The boy began to
protest again, his face flushed with the diminishing arousal from
a moment earlier. My pokemon ignored him, with Arcanine and
Ninetales sniffing eagerly at his exposed feet and Wigglytuff and
Clefable slipping up on both sides of the boy to reach out a hand
and begin tweaking his nipples once more.

Then all four began to lick him. "OH! OH AHHAHA! NO! STOP! AHH
AHH AHH! STOPP PLEASE!!!!" he squealed as Clefable and Wigglytuff
licked and suckled his sensitive armpits while Ninetales and
Arcanine greedily went to town on his teenage feet. He thrashed
violently at the assault, screaming in protest. The pokemon
ignored him, their tongues rough as they assaulted his exposed
flesh vigorously. "HAHHA NOO! AHHAHA PLEASE STOP UGH
AHAHAHAHA!!!!" I watched as the two canine pokemon slid their
tongues between his toes before taking rapid swipes at his
helpless soles, his feet shivering at the overwhelming sensations
but unable to protect themselves. The other two shoved their
faces in his pits and I could tell from the erections slipping
out of their sheaths that both Clefable and Wigglytuff found the
scent of teenboy intoxicating.

Urine exploded out of Daniel's half-hard prick suddenly, the
liquid arcing away from his writhing body and onto the barn floor
several feet away. My pokemon ignored it but I smirked in
satisfaction. With younger boys and girls, a tickling assault
will often force them to release their bladder but it was
somewhat unusual for a boy Daniel's age, even when being tortured
as he was, to have so little control. I wondered for a moment if
he was sexually mature enough to have a wet orgasm. Time would
tell.

The high-pitched screams ended a few moments later as my pokemon
backed off and Daniel calmed from the assault. All four pokemon
had stiff cocks and both Wigglytuff and Clefable reached down and
began to stroke themselves. Daniel, hanging by the various cords
in his leather shackles, whimpered as he became aware of his
surroundings once more. Ninetales, sensing it was time to give
the boy a thrill, slid gracefully between his legs and right up
to his cute pale ass. Its long snout slid between his crack and
Daniel shivered visibly, the boy turning his head to look over
his should at the new sensation. From my angle, I could see
Ninetales own cock begin to leak translucent pre-cum. Ninetales,
I knew, loved this part more than anything.

"FUCK! WHAT! OH SHIT! AHH! UUGHHH! moaned Daniel suddenly as
Ninetales long black tongue began to circle his virginal entrance
lazily, lapping at the puckered flesh with quick and precise
movements. The tongue darted too and fro, sliding aggressively
over the boypussy and causing Daniel to groan at the wonderfully
unexpected pleasure. His cock responded, chubbing up fast. Within
only a few moments, the boy was hard as a rock and panting
loudly. "UGHH WAIT! STOP! AHH!"  I knew how talented Ninetales
was at rimming and smiled as I watched the emotions play out on
the boy's face. He was disgusted, intrigued, and immeasurably
aroused.

Then the other three pounced once again. Arcanine's tongue found
Daniel's cock and attacked it in rapid and powerful licks.
Clefable and Wigglytuff, each on one of Daniel's sides, used one
hand to pinch and tease a nipple while the other hand slapped the
boy's ass cheeks and pulled, forcing the flesh to part and giving
Ninetales even more room to work with. Daniel went wild,
thrashing again as pleasure coursed through his young body and
overwhelmed him. "UGHHHHHHH! AAAHHHHHH!" he moaned loudly, the
sound mimicking a bitch in heat. Ninetales, the boy's valley now
easily accessible, shoved it's tongue deep into the boy's virgin
cunt and Daniel screamed in ecstasy at the invasion.

Seconds turned to minutes as the assault never let up. Daniel's
pitiful moans became plaintive whines. "OHHHH YEAHHHH YESSS AHHH
FFUUUCCKKKK UAGHHHHHHHH!" he wailed, his body being expertly
manipulated. His shivering was constant, now, and I could tell
that he was on the brink of orgasm. Sweat poured off of the boy,
his muscles straining agains the bondage that had ensnared him.
His pink cock thrummed visibly as Arcanine's tongue lashed
against it and his whole pelvis would spasm forward when
Ninetales's probing tongue thrust deep into his backside.

Just as I was sure the boy was about to pop, the four pokemon
relented in their assault and took a moment to let Daniel cool
down. The reprieve was short lived, however, as they revamped
their efforts a few seconds later and brought him tearing back
toward the point of no return. Then they stopped again. Over and
over again, the expert pokemon forced the boy right to the brink
of climax before halting their efforts and depriving him of sweet
release. It didn't take long for the boy's lust addled brain to
realize the torment.

"PLEASE! UGHHH! NOOOO!! NOO!!!!' he whined as they retreated for
perhaps the seventh time. His body was flushed with need and his
eyes darted between the pokemon with a wild and manic look. The
boy needed to cum. Badly.

"Fable? Fay-fay?" Clefable asked with a grin, hoping the boy
would understand the demand.

"PLEASE!!!! I HAVE TO CUM!!!! PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!!!" Daniel
responded desperately, confirming that he got the message. He
flushed with humiliation at the request but continued to whine
pitifully. Ninetales, Arcanine, Clefable, and Wigglytuff began to
dance around the bound teen, then, singing in joy that they'd
been able to get him to the state where he would beg for release.
That demand for release was what they aimed for with bound
captives and Daniel, like all before him, hadn't disappointed
them.

Then they pounced. One eager tongue attacked the boy's straining
cock like a dying man attacks water while the other eager tongue
jackhammered in and out of the boy's twitching boypussy faster
than the eye could see. The boy shrieked at the sudden assault,
his cock straining even harder as climax was within his reach.
The other two pokemon squeezed his sensitive nipples and pulled
his bottom taunt, giving the pokemon behind the boy ample room to
sodomize him with it's tongue. "AH! the boy squealed, inhaling
sharply. Knowing he was there, the pokemon redoubled their
efforts.

"AAAAHHHHH" the boy screamed, throwing his head back as his cock
erupted a thick wad of pent-up teenage spunk and his body went
daunt from the strain. He jerked once, twice, three times as
spurt after glorious spurt fired full-force from his straining
prick and high into the air. Arcanine continued to lap hungrily
at his balls as drops of cum rained down on his muzzle. "Oh SHIT!
OH GOD!" he screamed, his orgasm continuing relentlessly onward
as Wigglytuff reached down and grasped his throbbing flesh with
one of it's soft hands before pumping the last few shots of
boycum out of the still spurting member.

The boy panted and wept, overwhelmed by the power of his climax
and the sensations running rampant through his body. When it
appeared that his orgasm was starting to wane, the four horny
pokemon slowed their ministrations and backed off. Tapping
another switch, Celfable lowered the bondage equipment slowly to
the ground and Daniel, weak from the sexual torment, crumpled
exhaustedly onto the ground. His pert little bottom up in the
air, he rested bonelessly on his knees and forearms.

His mistake.

Totally unaware of his surroundings, Ninetales approached the
kneeling boy and mounted him quickly. The pokemon's canine cock,
hard as a rock and eager for satisfaction, found the boy's hole
almost immediately and Nineties thrust forward forcefully,
Daniel's wet and pliant boycunt easily able to accept the long
thin member after the thorough and aggressive rimming he had
received earlier. Daniel's shoulders and head snapped up and he
squeaked, more from shock at the sudden invasion than from any
true discomfort, before he let out a long throaty groan.
"OHHHHAHHHAHHHH!"

Ninetales wasted no time and bred the little bitch with short
fast strokes, jackhammering into the teen without much force The
boy offered no resistance, on his hands and knees and unable to
move with the large pokemon on top of him. His groan turned into
a deep moan, though, as his soft and drooping cock, which was
still dribbling the last bit of cum from his orgasm moments
earlier, suddenly sprang back to life. The boy's pleasurable
whimpers disappeared almost immediately as Clefable stepped in
front of the teen and shoved it's own hard cock into his open
mouth, forcing the boy to accept the tool or choke. Daniel could
barely protest as Celfable fucked his face at jackrabbit speed,
its small slender cock poisoning in and out of the boy's clamped
lips.

Then Clefable pulled out, grasped it's cock, and jerked it three
times before unleashing five powerful spurts of pokecum right
into the startled boy's face. Daniel turned away as the hot goo
hit him only to discover he had turned right into Wigglytuff's
own massive erection. His eyes widened for a split second before
closing as Wigglytuff erupted unexpectedly, the large pokemon
fisting itself while casually waiting it's turn but overcome with
the hot sight of Daniel taking a face full of cum from
Wigglytuff's best friend Clefable. The two pokemon jerked of
rapidly, then, covering the teen's face with their seed.

A loud snort came from Ninetales who thrust forward one last time
and filled the tight asshole with a torrent of hot pokecum. Blast
after blast fired into the teen as Ninetales shook in ecstasy
behind him. Then, with a final snort, the canine pokemon pulled
out and skittered back, watching with a wicked gleam in it's eye
as it's hot seed gushed out of Daniel's slightly swollen pussy.

Daniel let out a sigh as Nineties retreated, the feeling of
emptiness a relief to his tingling asshole. Hot cum poured out of
him and the boy took several deep breaths as his mind tried to
reorient itself. Taking his left hand, the boy attempted to wipe
off some of the pokemon seed covering his face while Nineties,
Clefable, and Wigglytuff settled themselves lazily in front of
the boy.

Then Arcanine stepped forward.

Arcanine's cock, easily twice as long and thick as Ninetale's
member, swayed eagerly underneath him as he licked his lips at
the sight before him. Looking at his conspirators and getting
"Fable-Fay" from Clefable, Arcanine moved forward in one swift
motion and mounted Daniel just as Ninetales had moments before.
His cock slammed Daniel's asshole head on and met only token
resistance, the ring of flesh slick with seed and saliva and
totally unprepared for the power of Arcanine's thrust. Daniel
squealed as the large cock pushed contemptuously past his anal
ring and deep inside of him, filling him so much more completely
than Ninetales had and causing him to let out another long
whimper. His cock remained hard, though, during the entire
process and his whimpers turned to groans of pleasure as
Arcanine's balls finally came to rest against his own hairless
sack. Then Arcanine began to fuck him.

Unlike Ninetales, who used short fast strokes to get off quickly,
Arcanine's philosophy to fucking was to use brutally hard long
strokes to breed his bitch completely, always satisfying the slut
utterly before getting off himself. That philosophy was very
popular with the children Arcane bred and Daniel proved no
exception. Within a few seconds, Daniel was reduced to a drooling
whore whose long wail of pleasure reverberated throughout the
barn. Arcanine's cock, with it's thick bumpy head, ravaged
Daniels prostate savagely while the long thick shaft sawed in and
out of his stretched and twitching hole.

"EEEYYYYYAAAAAAA!!!!!!!" Daniel screamed suddenly as his own cock
erupted without being touched, teenage cum firing across hid body
and onto his own face, neck, and arms. "AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Arcane continued to fuck him mercilessly, unconcerned that Daniel
had collapsed underneath him and instead angling himself so that
he still had total access to Daniel's spasming cunt. Daniel
continued to wail, begging incoherently for the pleasure to end
while Arcanine pounded in and out of him without pause. Clefable
masturbated in time with the brutal fucking while Wigglytuff
pleasured both himself and Ninetales, the three pokemon groaning
with lust as they watched Arcanine sodomize the teen. Half a
minute later, Daniel climaxed again, his whole body spamming from
the anal orgasm ripping through his body and sweeping him toward
unconsciousness.

As the boy passed out, Arcanine let out a triumphant roar and
filled the boy's bottom with its conquering seed while the other
three pokemon erupted in a chorus of satisfied moans and pokecum.

...

Twelve-year-old Micah and eleven-year-old Jasper stalked through
the small clearing toward the large Vileplume that was singing
merrily to itself as it basked in the sun. The soft grassy knoll
had little in the way of cover but the two boys, having seen
Vileplume from a distance, had crept around the meadow and
approached my seemingly unaware pokemon from the rear. They
hoped, I knew, that it was a wild pokemon and were already
sharing grins of excitement at the opportunity before them.
Vileplume knew they were there, of course, but continued to sing
to itself as it enjoyed the sunlight and the deception.

"Vile... Plume... Vile... Plume" it crooned, enticing the two
boys closer and closer to their fate. Twenty feet. Fifteen. Ten.
Five feet between the two pre-teens and the large flower pokemon
and both boys began to reach toward their exposed pokeballs.
Their hands never made it.

"Tangela!" Tangela shouted from behind the boys, startling them
as it's vines shot forward and snagged the pokeballs attached to
each boy's belt. Dumbfounded, the boys turned as one and barely
had a chance to yell in protest before Tangela scurried away with
their pokemon safely ensconced in their balls.

"Hey!" shouted Micah indignantly, his voice a soft boyish alto.

"What! Wait!" admonished Jasper, his voice slightly deeper than
the other boy but just as indignant.

"Vileplume?" said Vileplume merrily, now standing inches behind
the boys and causing them to jump in fright at it's sudden
appearance..

Micah opened his mouth to say something but Vileplume chose that
moment to give a loud "PLUME!" before puffing itself up visibly
and filling the air with a thick haze of violet and maroon
spores. The boys had no chance to react and were engulfed in the
spore cloud, coughing almost immediately as Vileplume's spores
filled their lungs. Micah fell to his knees, coughing
uncontrollably. Jasper still stood, coughing like his slightly
older companion and cursing like a sailor in between his
wheezing.

Within the blink of an eye, though, the spores dissipated and the
coughing fits subsided. Vileplume was gone as well, though I knew
the pokemon would be at the edge of the clearing to observe what
was to happen next. Vileplume had a great aversion to being
"involved" with any other living creature and much preferred to
be a hidden voyeur.

"What the fuck?" said Jasper indignantly. "That fucking pokemon
stole our pokeballs."

Micah gave the younger boy a disapproving look as he stood up
before heaving a sigh. "Yeah," he said. "Kind of strange."

"Well we should go after it. Right?" Jasper cocked his head to
the side, obviously deferring to the twelve-year-old.

"No... I think we should go find the gym leader. He can
probably..." Micah's voice trailed off as his face took on a
spaced out look.

"Micah?" prompted Jasper before he too spaced out.

Then both boys, almost simultaneously, let out a low throaty
groan and began to rock unsteadily on their feet. Despite wearing
baggy cargo shorts and tee-shirts, I could tell as the seconds
passed that the front of each boy's shorts was visibly tenting
while their boyish erections grew steadily underneath.
Vileplume's special spores were taking effect.

"I'm hot..." Jasper said suddenly, his voice flat and without
expression.

"Me too," responded Micah almost mechanically.

I watched as the boys began to undress, sliding out of tee-shirts
and dropping them to the ground. Micah kicked off his sandals,
exposing his tan bare feet, while Jasper slid his boots off first
before pulling off his dirty-looking socks and tossing them into
a pile. Their pants came next and, for a brief moment, both boys
stood in the clearing clad only in their underwear. I grinned to
see Micah in lily-white underpants while Jasper favored blood red
boxers. Both were tented obscenely.

Then the undergarments fell to the ground and the two pre-teens
stood nude in the sunlight, their immature cockletts taunt and
proud. I savored the sight.

Micah was slightly taller than Jasper, with a more muscular build
that showed his athletic body and boyish muscles. Jasper, on the
other hand, was a slight boy with a lean waifish look. His creamy
black skin was a stark contrast to the sunkist bronze of Micah
and I chuckled when I realized that Micah was tan all over - the
boy must have enjoyed some nude sunbathing when others were not
around! Jasper's little cock was slightly longer, at perhaps four
inches, but Micah's had a noticeable girth that the younger boy
lacked. Micah had just the barest tuft of blond public hair while
Jasper was smooth as could be. They were, without a doubt, lovely
boys.

Small hands found straining cocks and the boys began to
masturbate furiously, standing practically shoulder to shoulder
but focused on the immediacy pulsing from their respective
groins. Curiously, it had been Jasper whose hand had found his
prick first and his motions indicated a practiced easy at self
pleasure. Micah was only a step behind, of course, but seemed to
be drawing inspiration from his young companion; copying the
dexterous movements of the smaller boy. Had Micah never
masturbated before? Jasper bit his lip, his face scrunching up as
his hand flew up and down his member before letting out a low
grunt of satisfaction and a shiver of delight. Micah followed
suit a moment later, his body quaking as the pleasurable pulses
made him weak-kneed. I smirked. Both dry.

Then the two boys collapsed to the ground, their faces flushed
with their well earned orgasms. Hands slowed before stopping
altogether and the preteens sighed in satisfaction. Their little
cocks even began to wilt.

"Huh?" Micah said suddenly, his eyes going wide.

"Oh! Um! Oh!" echoed Jasper all of a sudden, his member twitching
before swelling eagerly. The two boys looked at each other in
surprise as their arousal washed over them once again. This time,
though, the didn't touch themselves.

They touched each other.

Mouths met hungrily as the two boys rolled towards each other,
Jasper sliding his already sweaty body onto Micah while they
kissed passionately. There hormones were out of control, I knew,
and it was entirely likely that the brief moment of lucidity they
just had experienced would be their last for a long while. Boyish
hands groped each other as they ground their hard pricks
together, moaning around each other's tongues. Jasper reached up
and began to twist Micah's nipple aggressively while the older
boy reached between them and tickled Jasper's hairless balls.
"Uh!" Jasper grunted loudly, his head thrown back as his body
spasmed. His climax seemed to send Micah over the edge as well
and their small cocks, still mashed together and thrusting
against each other, quivered in their shared delight.

Jasper swung himself around as his orgasm calmed and slurped
Micah's stiffy down to the root. "Fuck!" growled Micah as the
black boy began to bob his head up and down the horny pole. Not
to be outdone, Micah recovered almost immediately and pushed the
younger boy's hips downward so that Jaspers plump bottom was
right above his head. Then, before Jasper knew what was coming,
Micah wedged his face into the hairless crack and began to rim
his friend wildly. Both boys moaned like whores as they pleasured
each other violently, their bodies rocking back and forth in the
grass while the sun glinted off of their sweaty pre-teen bodies.

With his left hand, Micah, still rimming the other boy, reached
between them and began to jack-off Jasper's painfully hard cock.
Jasper gasped at the intensity of his pleasure, his cock being
teased expertly while the thick tongue behind him lewdly dug into
his virginal boypussy. As the wet invader pushed passed his taunt
ring of flesh and the hand beneath him flew up and down his
boycock, Jasper let out a garbled scream while his third climax
crashed into him.

"OHHH!!!!!" he cried, his mouth leaving Micah's glistening cock
while his body was racked with orgasmic tremors. Micah, for his
part, continued to attack the younger boy's sensitive bits with
eager tongue and hand. Inspiration must have struck Jasper while
he was engulfed in pleasure because the boy, still in the throes
of ecstasy, thrust two fingers in his mouth, coating them
generously with spit, before reaching back behind Micah and
searching for the other boy's pink starfish. Finding it, he
shoved the two digits deep into the virginal territory at the
same time he sucked Micah's stiff cock back into his mouth
eagerly.

"AHHHH SHITTTTT" squealed Micah at the attack, his body arching
upwards as the fingers pounded in and out of him while Jasper's
hot wet mouth worked over his boyhood with abandon. He only
lasted three seconds under that assault before squealing again
and climaxing for the third time, his body flopping underneath
Jasper as if suffering from epileptic seizures. The violent
movement caused Jasper to roll off of him, the younger boy still
feeling the last few moments of his own orgasm before the heat in
his loins redoubled and he pounced upon Micah.

Unable to defend himself, Micah was rolled back onto his
shoulders, his knees almost to his ears, while Jasper mounted him
in one fluid motion. The younger boy fucked Micah like a rabbit,
his pelvis slamming into Micah rapidly as his boycock stole
Micah's virginity. Micah seemed not to mind, however, as his own
arousal increased exponentially and he beat himself off in time
with the pounding, climaxing at the same time that the boy above
him wailed in release.

Micah returned the favor a moment later after forcefully pulling
the younger boy to his knees and mounting the boy like a dog.
Both boys moaned as Micah's throbbing member thrust easily into
Jasper, taking the kid in long powerful strokes that filled the
meadow with a heavy SLAP SLAP SLAP. Micah's hand reached
underneath Jasper and found the boy's straining boycock again,
masturbating the shivering meat in time with his increasingly
frequent thrusts. The pace grew faster and faster, both boys
grunting and snorting as the pleasure built between them.

I looked at the time, wondering if the boy's would achieve climax
number five before time ran out. They didn't.

Only ten minutes had passed since Vileplume's spores had flooded
their systems and increased their arousal beyond the limits of
their self control. The result , as I had just witnessed, was
four amazingly dry boygasms each. However, their energetic and
frantic sexual adventures was only, I knew, a sign that something
else was lurking below the surface. The effect, you might say, of
an unknown cause.

At least, a cause unknown to any who had't seen it before. I had,
many many times, and knew that things were really going to get
interesting after ten minutes. It took exactly ten minutes for
those spores to to their work.

Micah and Jasper gave a pitched yell at approximately the same
time before Micah pulled out of the younger boy and the two
collapsed onto the grass once more. They each grabbed their stiff
cockletts and began to furiously pleasure themselves, their hands
flying over their boy-bones almost faster than the eye could see.
Then, at exactly the same time, the two boys howled in delight as
blasts of thick creamy cum exploded from their immature cocks and
drenched their chests, bellies, and pelvises. They kept cumming
violently, their bodies shaking in orgasmic delight as they
emptied their balls of their newly created spunk. Over and over
again, the boys released their load onto themselves as they
flopped about bonelessly, their hands dropping from their spewing
boyhoods as they lost all motor control to the pleasure tsunami
ripping through them.

That epic climax sealed their fate and I grinned at what I knew
was coming. Like moths to flame, Tangela and Ditto slithered into
the meadow. Toward the boys. Toward their most favorite meal.
"Bon appetit," I whispered.

Tangela's vines immediately grabbed Jasper under the arms,
lifting the black eleven-year-old effortlessly into the air as
more vines secured his arms, legs, head, and torso. Another few
vines began to search out his recently spilt seed, sliding all
over his glistening body as the membrane-tipped appendages
rapidly consumed all of his still-hot cum. "Huh?" he groaned in
confusion, his mind still addled from his first wet climax and
clouded with growing lust as the spores continued to stoke his
internal fire. His legs were pulled apart and one of Tangela's
vines began to slide eagerly over his smooth ballsack while
another engulfed his now ridged member. "Oh! Ah! OHH!" he groaned
as that vine began to go to town on his cock, the internal fibers
teasing his sensitive crown while many more slid sensuously up
and down his shaft.

"AHHHH" squeaked Micah only a few feet away as Ditto's large
gooey body engulfed him from toes to neck, consuming all of his
first wet emission and leaving only his head exposed to the air.
Even his hands were consumed, the pokemon holding them easily to
the pre-teen's side as it began to work his vulnerable cock with
it's gelatinous form. Ditto's slick jelly-like body was
incredibly talented, I knew, and the the boy's cock would be
feeling all sorts of delightful sensations as Ditto sucked,
masturbated, tickled, and teased him. Micah began to pant as his
legs, like his friends, were forced open and Ditto began to
assault his sensitive anus with it's probing goo. "OHHHHHAHHHHHH"
Micah suddenly gurgled as his asshole was breached and Ditto
began to rhythmically fuck him. "OHHHH AHHHH!!!" he squealed a
moment later as his cock erupted in the second wet climax of his
life, his body quaking as Ditto worked him over and the torrent
of boycum was eagerly consumed by the delighted pokemon. "DITTO!"
Ditto shouted to Tangela.

"Tangela!" Tangela shouted back, accepting the challenge. Both
pokemon loved to see who could get the most out of their captives
and this one-upmanship game was one they had played often. It was
quite a tightrope they had to walk, though. Too much stimulation
and the child would pass out; immediately disqualifying the
offending pokemon. Too little stimulation meant fewer climaxes
and, thus, less cum to consume. The captives, I knew, could
produce ejaculate pretty much indefinitely (a result of Vileplume
force-feeding the captive a powerful cocktail of nutrients and
drugs every two hours or so) and I had, in fact, seen Ditto and
Tangela successful keep their competition going for five days
straight with a pair of ten-year-old twins several years back;
Ditto loosing when it fell behind by doubtle-digit climaxes and
trying to make up the difference with some over-eager stimulation
that caused the exhausted boy to feint (to much gloating by
Tangela). With this in mind and knowing how skilled the two
pokemon were, Micah and Jasper were in for a rather lengthy
ordeal.

"FUCK!" cried Jasper as an orgasm was wrenched out of him, his
spasms partly the result of the climax and partly a result of the
slick vine that had begun pummeling his ass. "OHHHH AHHHHH"
groaned Micah a few moments later, cumming again as his hole was
dilated obscenely by Ditto's thick probing appendage. Then the
two boys squealed loudly and I knew, just from the tone and
pitch, that each pokemon had found, and was about to mercilessly
abuse, their immature and unprotected prostates.

"OH NO AH YE AH NO AH AH AHHH!" Chanted Jasper as Tangela's vine
pounded his magic spot hard and fast, the boy's body shuddering
through another climax as his cocklett was milked by the naughty
vine furiously stroking his aching cock. Micah only groaned
stupidly, drool hanging out of his mouth and his face blank with
euphoria as Ditto forced his cock to erupt repeatedly while the
pokemon's hidden tendrils did who-knows-what to the boy's
no-longer innocent prostate. Both boys writhed, their bodies
spasming unintentionally as they were subjected to the talents of
my pokemon. Five orgasms. Ten orgasms. Screams of pleasure.
Groans of resignation.

Then I lost the count and could only marvel as my two pokemon
forced the boys to cum again and again and again and again.

.....

"I think we should go back into the cave," said Lily confidently
to her brother. "There might be rock pokemon there and we..."

"I doubt it!" responded Lyle argumentatively. "The gym leader
would have cleared the cave out already. Besides, we didn't even
see any pokemon in there on the way into his valley."

"Still worth looking," retorted Lily

"I don't think... Well, ok. Yeah, lets go." Knowing that
Alakazam's gentle psychic prodding had broken through to both
children, I watched as the two ten-year-olds slipped back into
the mountain cave that was my gym. They were, I knew, in for a
surprise.

The gym itself was built so as to take advantage of the natural
tunnels running from the exposed mountain face into the valley,
creating a small network of pathways that tended to be easily
navigable. For only a few minutes, the twins wandered down the
appropriate path before stopping at a large metal door. "What do
you think is in there?" asked Lily.

"The steam room, obviously" responded Lyle, pointing to a small
sign above the door. "Let's take a look. I've always wanted to go
into a steam room!" Grasping the latch, he strained for a brief
moment before the door swung open.

"Come on!" said Lily as she entered, curious as to what lay
beyond. Lyle followed. They didn't notice the door shut behind
them.

Soon, the twins stood in what appeared to be a small locker room,
with several wooden benches and alcoves for clothing and personal
items. Machamp, who was standing in front of one of the alcoves,
glanced over at them and smiled. "Machamp!" he said genially. I
knew this was a rouse, of course, and that Machamp had been
standing there waiting for the twins for some time.

"Um... hello!" said Lyle, glancing first at Machamp before
focusing on the large bamboo wall whose window was fogged with
steam. "Is that a steam room? Can we give it a try?"

"Champ. Mach amp Ma Ma Champ." Machamp responded, slipping
finders into the waistband of his speedo and sliding it down to
the ground. Lily and Lyle blushed as Machamps half-hard member
bounced before him. Picking the speedo up with one of his four
arms, Machamp placed it in the alcove and walked over to the
steam room door totally naked. "Champ. Machamp."

The twins looked at each other. "Do we have to be naked too?"
asked Lily.

"Champ."

Against their ingrained modesty (and thanks to a bit of a push
from Alakazam), the two youngsters began to strip out of their
clothes as Machamp looked on. As was typical for children, they
quickly disrobed and giggled when they both stood naked in front
of the large pokemon. His cock bounced as he took in the sight.

Mine did as well.

The two were certainly a long way from puberty, with slim hips,
flat chests, and hairless pelvic regions. Lyle's little cocklett
and Lily's small mound were the only distinguishing
characteristics below their necks and an observer would have been
hard pressed to tell the difference between brother and sister
without viewing their immature sex organs. The children eyed each
other with little interest before turning to face the steam room
door. Machamp obliged them and opened it. Billowing plumes of
steam roared out of the entrance and children and Pokemon hurried
inside.

Despite the thick steam inside, my specially made camera lenses
remained clear and able to see that the sauna contained several
relaxing pokemon. Hitmonlee and Hitmonchan sat next to each
other, conversing quietly. Mr. Mime lay flat on his back, staring
at the ceiling. Jynx, the only female pokemon in the sauna, and
Alakazam were busy pouring water onto the hot coals. Hypo,
Primeape, Poliwrath, Electabuzz, and Magmar were seated casually
around, staring lustily at the new arrivals. Machamp, after
closing the door, slid past the two children and found himself a
bench.

All the pokemon were nude, with those who traditionally wore
clothing having shed them outside. They were also obviously
aroused, with pokemon cocks standing universally at nearly full
mast. Lyle and Lilly didn't appear to notice, however, and almost
immediately began to scamper about the room, enjoying the steam
and marveling at the various pokemon before them. Many pairs of
eyes followed them. They tired quickly, though, and eventually
settled themselves on the padded benches to soak in the heat.

It started. One minute, most of the pokemon were still and quiet.
The next, they were conversing with one another in low but genial
voices. Hands began to slip between legs as the various pokemon
with the sauna began to fiddle with themselves. Light touches and
caresses were done with little heed to those around them. The
twins didn't notice at first but the movement eventually drew
their attention. Before long, the children were focused on the
pokemon who were pleasuring themselves, watching in fascination
as cocks were stoked up and down while Jynx teased one finger
deep into her dripping cunt. The pokemon began to masturbate each
other as well, casually and without hurry. They ignored the
children.

"What... what are you doing that for?" Lily asked Primape as she
sat next to him and stared at his obscene cock while he slowly
stroked it up and down.

"Poll Wag. Wag Wag." Polliwog said conversationally, as if the
children would understand what "masturbation" was. They clearly
didn't.

"Jinx. Jynx Jynx." Jynx said before several of the pokemon
chuckled, not altering their pace but ensuring that the curious
children could see every bit of the action they were purposefully
advertising.

"Touching your weiner feels good?" Lyle asked Hypno. Hypno
nodded, reaching out calmly and grasping Lyle's hand before
moving it onto his thick shaft giving the boy an encouraging
look. Lyle understood and began to stroke the pokemon, causing
Hypno to moan. Within the span of a few heartbeats, Lyle was
sitting between Hypno and Electabuzz, masturbating each with his
small hands as they purred and moaned in appreciation. A few feet
away, Lilly was busy jerking off Hitmonchan and Hitmonlee, the
fighter type pokemon equally appreciative.

Before either child could react, Primate and Mr. Mime knelt
before them and began to slowly touch and fondle their immature
sexual organs, with Mr. Mime using his fingertips to gently tease
Lyle's swelling boyhood while Primate eagerly rubbed deeper and
deeper into Lilly's slit. Both children accepted the touching
without alarm, their bodies enjoying the sex-play immediately.
Minutes passed as the pokemon and children explored each other's
privates, with the Pokemon rotating in and out to both give the
children a chance to become familiar with their own sex organs
and to have the opportunity to play with the little cock and
pussy attached to the guests. The boy and girl enjoyed playing
with all the cocks and also were deeply intrigued by Jynx's cunt,
taking great delight in it's hot confines. They also enjoyed
their own masturbatory adventure, with warm fuzzy feelings
emanating from their groins as the experienced pokemon gently
molested them.

Oral sex followed quickly, with the pokemon demonstrating to the
children the joy of blowjobs by licking and suckling each other's
horny members. Initially hesitant, the boy and girl soon found
their own mouths being used by the various pokemon while others
licked and teased the children's hairless and immature bits with
naughty dexterous tongues. Lyle and Lily groaned as their legs
were spread wider and the pokemon repositioned them so that their
tiny virginal bottoms were obscenely displayed. Their groaning
increased as new tongues wormed their way into their tight
assholes.

The pokemon acted with great care, however, not to overstimulate
themselves or the increasingly aroused youngsters. They wanted
the children pliable, certainly, but not spent. For what seemed
like hours, the various pokemon lightly worked over the
ten-year-olds and took great care to seduce the children's bodies
into their most relaxed state. With Alakazam's mental caresses,
the children reacted positively to each new stimulation and
offered no resistance to any of the acts forced upon them.

Lily groaned lightly when Magmar's small cock took her virginity,
the slow penetration ending in one final thrust to burst her
hymen. She was lying on her back on the soft wooden bench, the
pokemon's tongue lapping eagerly at her neck and breasts. She
spread her legs invitingly as fire pokemon began to rock back and
forth into her, the slow sensuous fucking giving her body new and
exciting tingles.

Nearby, Lyle was busy with his own cock buried in Jynx's wet
pussy, the small member plunging as deep as possible. Lyle's hips
bucked wildly into the female pokemon beneath him, trying to find
a rhythm but both too eager and too small to develop a pattern
that would allow him to find true success. The pokemon didn't
mind, though, and relished the feel of the hairless spear sliding
desperately between her legs.

Soon, both children were on their knees, with Hitmonlee and
Hitmonchan bottoming out into their small no-longer-virginal
backdoors. The children groaned as their assholes were gently
fucked, the speed increasing until the youngsters were squealing
in delight. Poliwrath and Primape took advantage of them, then,
by sliding hard cocks deep into willing throats.

Lyle experienced his first orgasm of the day sometime later while
sandwiched between Machamp and Mr. Mime. Machamp, each of his
four arms grasping Lyle's wrists or ankles, was standing in the
middle of the sauna while his thick cock pounded the youngster
energetically, it's long hard flesh sliding roughshod over the
boy's immature prostate. Mr. Mime stood in front of the moaning
boy, one hand busy tweaking the child's hairless ballsack while
his other hand busily masturbated the boy's throbbing little
member.

Lily screamed through her first climax a few moments later,
though the sound was muffled by Jynx's cunt being firmly pressed
upon the girl's open mouth. The combination of Electabuzz
jackhammering Lily's asshole, Alakazam furiously fucking her
little cunny, and Magmar vigorously twisting her nipples sent the
girl into a spasm that resembled the shock of an electric
current, her whole body spasming as the pleasure threatened to
overwhelm her.

Their shared orgasms spurred the pokemon on and they began to
turn what had been a gentle molestation into a vigorous orgy of
sexual depravity. The twins were twisted this way and that, their
bodies contorted to fit pokemon cock in each hole while the
aggressive pokemon began experiencing their own climaxes. With so
many pokemon present and their own stamina and ability to
recuperate, however, the children gained no respite and were
fucked, sucked, rimmed, and plundered over and over for hours.
They enjoyed it, though, as Alakazam continued to soothe their
concerns and increase their libido's through mental psychic
manipulation.

Lily passed out hours later, with Poliwrath drilling her now
loose asshole with it's eager cock and Lyle, her brother, bucking
wildly into her hairless cunt with his boyish member. Not long
after, Electabuzz emitted a sharp electric burst deep inside the
boy, the pokemon's cock sending an electric zap into the
exhausted boy's abused prostate and forcing the boy into a whole
body orgasm than pulled Lyle into darkness as it faded.

...

Days later, the six of us stood outside my gym and said our
goodbyes. The five children had had their memories altered by
Alakazam, of course, and remembered nothing of their true
experiences in my little valley. I smiled at each of them,
remembering fondly how I had fucked each of them at some point
and the hundreds of hours of video stored back on my servers
highlighting every thrust, every moan, and every climax these
five, and all of my pokemon and I, had achieved since their
arrival.

They were each destined to to well in the future, I knew, and I
truly wished each the best. I told them so and offered a few last
tidbits of advice. I had written their respective parents the
night before, telling them how impressive their children were and
encouraging them to give the youngsters a bit more freedom to
travel. I had a feeling that this little group would split up
after getting back to the Professor at Tanasian City and knew
such a split would be best if these children were to achieve
their true potential.

Waiving as they hiked down into the forest below, I put the five
out of my mind and casually walked back into my cave. Before
passing into the darkness, I took a moment to adjust my growing
erection. After all, a thirteen year old boy would be at my gym
the following morning and I had quite the battle, and other
things, planned for him.