This series is intended to be six parts long, reflecting the maximum number of Pokemon a trainer can carry. This is part 5.
Be warned, this chapter and all subsequent chapters contain hardcore Pokemon on human action, if you don't like that, then please go elsewhere. Your pointlessly negative comments are not needed, just let people enjoy whatever turns them on.
As always, constructive feedback is very much welcome.
The Making of a PokeSlut - Chapter 5
TYRANTRUM
After my encounter with the giant Beedrill, I was helped back to the guest cabin and collapsed into bed. I was absolutely exhausted so sleep came quickly.
The next morning I was visited by a local veterinarian for a medical check-up. He explained that he often worked with the apiary and helped them to hatch and raise young Beedrill. It was his first time working with a human host, but he theorised that the process should more or less be the same.
"You're a vet?" I asked.
"That's right."
"So what? I'm basically a farm animal now? Great." I replied sarcastically. I had gone from simply being used to sate Pokemon lust to full-on breeding stock.
"No need to worry Cassie. I've done this many times before in the lab, now instead of an incubation chamber, we have you!" He beamed at me, clearly enjoying this new experience.
"It normally takes around 24 hours for a small batch to incubate to term, but given the rather extreme size of the egg load you received yesterday, I imagine it will probably take around twice as long."
"Will it hurt?" I asked cautiously, this was never something I could ever have ever imagined experiencing.
"It shouldn't no, the eggs were able to go in no problem and their outer layer will still be coated in the same lubricating slime that was used to ease their insertion."
"That's a relief."
"I imagine so, especially that first egg, what a whopper!"
"Yeah, thanks..."
He proceeded to spend some time checking me over, my vitals, blood pressure, heart rate etc. and concluded that I was in fine health.
"You should be absolutely fine, I recommend rest and relaxation for the next couple of days. You'll know when it's time to give birth to the eggs."
"The farm is allowing you to stay here for the duration, so you have complete comfort and security and they can keep an eye on their investment."
"Thank you".
He packed up his gear and made to leave.
"Oh Doc?" I called out, realizing I needed to ask him something rather important.
"What is it?"
"In the future, If I were to...well..." God this was embarrassing, how do I even ask? How many more time was I planning on getting filled with eggs? My asshole was twitching just thinking about it.
"I might need to do this again. More than once." I grimaced.
"How...often are you planning on letting this Pokemon impregnate you with her eggs?" He smirked.
"Quite...often. Probably." For fuck sake, talking about this was making me horny now. I uncrossed and crossed my legs over the other way, hoping it wasn't too apparent. Houndoom's ears pricked up and he sniffed the air, watching me more closely from where he lay in the corner of the room.
"Will I have to wait two days every time? That could get quite...inconvenient."
"Ah I see. No, you won't have to wait. When the eggs are initially laid into the host they are dormant. The need time to incubate to hatch correctly and birth live young. However, you could err...manually expel the eggs at any point before that and they will still be inert. In fact, if that were to happen they will simply dissolve away after a short time. Pokemon eggs are weird. Your best bet would be to simply flush them away."
"Ok good. That will save me a lot of time."
"Yep, you can get filled to the brim with eggs whenever the fancy strikes you!"
He left me alone after that, no doubt having a good chuckle with some of the other farmhands about the egg slut.
I waddled myself into the en-suite bathroom and took a look at myself in the mirror. My belly was absolutely huge, I looked like I was 9 months pregnant with an elephant. It was irregularly bumpy, unlike a normal pregnancy. I was so packed full of eggs that you could see the shape of them from the outside.
I went back to bed to lay down. Even small movements were tiring. I felt so heavy. There was a knock on the door.
"It's me Cassie" came the Professors voice. "Can I come in?"
"Sure". I called out.
He came in and sat down in an armchair next to the bed, ruffling Houndoom on the head as he did so.
"Is everything OK? How was your check-up?"
"I'm fine Prof, relax. I'm gonna stay here for a couple days until the eggs are ready. What about you?"
"I'm going to head back to the lab today. Much to do in locating our next target. I have arranged everything with Bob, payment will be made upon delivery of the eggs and they will bring you back to Olivine with the next batch of honey."
"Awesome."
"Now if you don't mind I'm going to head back now. It's a long drive and I won't have your lovely company this time. Besides, you clearly need to rest."
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The next two days drifted by in a lazy haze. I spent a good deal of time resting in bed, Houndoom ever faithful by my side. Food was delivered to me and I essentially wanted for nothing. To be honest it made a wonderful break, even if I was weighed down with eggs the whole time. I did make sure to carry my water bottle with me just in case I needed a little pick me-up, filled with 'Smoothie' I told anyone who asked.
I was a bit concerned that my other Pokemon would be getting horny but thankfully the wide open plains of the apiary gave them the opportunity to let off some steam the old fashioned way. It was a joy to watch Zebstrika galloping through the fields, Tentacruel splashing in the river and Beedrill flying around, unburdened from her huge clutch of eggs. It helped to take the edge of their lust as well I think. They never really went down below 50% but I think they also knew on some level that in my current state, I wasn't really able to handle the rough breeding they would normally give me.
Houndoom was the exception of course. He seemed to be extra protective of me, and he would follow me closely the whole time. As had become our norm, I was happy, eager really, to help relieve him whenever he felt like it, regardless of his current lust build up. This meant I usually retired back to my room for a "nap" regularly but actually spent most of those times lovingly sucking Houndoom's cock until he blasted a steaming hot load down my throat. At night, I enjoyed lavishing him with a long, luxurious, very sloppy blowjob with my recently enhanced lips and practised deepthroating skills. I was so fucking horny and absolutely couldn't wait to birth these eggs so he could mount his bitch properly.
Unbeknownst to me, once the Professor had returned to the lab he set about analysing the results of my Beedrill capture. Unfortunately, the computer reported that due to my pregnant status, it would be too dangerous to makes any alterations to my physiology until I had given birth.
"I'll just have to be patient" he thought ruefully.
On the third day, I began to feel a certain rumbling sensation in my gut and knew it was time. The farmhands rushed me over to their medical room where a special birthing pool had been set up. I lowered myself down carefully into the waist deep water and took hold of the conveniently positioned handholds. I settled into a kind of half squat pose, took a firm grip and pushed.
It was not a particularly pleasant experience, though it wasn't what I would call difficult it wasn't exactly...easy either. The first few eggs came alright, the smaller ones, I could feel them as they squeezed out and slowly sank into the warm water. As the eggs got larger though, I had to put more and more effort into getting them out.
After a good hour or so, I was sweating, hunkered over and losing my grip on the hand rails. I was down to the last egg, the biggest, I could feel it. A heavy lead weight in my guts. I pushed and pushed, feeling the egg work its way through me until at last, with a sweet release of pressure, it splashed into the water. I half crawled and half waded to the edge of the pool, Beedrill eggs bobbing along in the water around me. At the edge, I pulled myself out with tired, shaking arms, lay flat on the cool tiles and proceeded to pass out.
Bob was ready and waiting. He quickly ordered a team of workers to begin carefully sieving the eggs out of the water ready for hatching while he and another guy together carried me back over to the guest cabin.
"Holy shit Bob!" the other man declared as they carried me over.
"Have you seen the fucking body on this chick? Talk about perfect."
"I know, I know. What I wouldn't give for 5 minutes alone with those lips, fuck."
"You just know she fucks good too, best sex of your life, no doubt."
The two men were very openly leering and ogling every inch of my naked body as they carried me between them at this point.
"I heard she fucked that Zebstrika she's got up at the old Daley Farm you know"
"Really?"
"Oh yeah, and you've seen the way that Houndoom she's got looks at her. They're always sneaking off together. And what about those smoothies she's always drinking? What do you think that really is?"
"You don't mean..."
"Oh yeah, she's a full on PokeSlut. She's fucking them all the time."
The other man let out a long, low whistle.
"Damn. Lucky them!" They both chuckled.
They opened the cabin door and laid me down gently on the large bed. Houndoom, who had been shut up inside whilst I was birthing the eggs, came bounding over immediately. The other guy reached forward and was about to cop a feel when Houndoom growled low, baring his fangs. They both backed away.
"See what I mean?"
"Fuck it, let's just get out of here." They left quickly, shutting the door behind them.
