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“And so you’re telling us you’ve never carried before?” The interviewer asked.
“Nope. Never.” Nessa replied.
The interviewer was some forgettable TV personality. Nessa usually enjoyed interviews, but this one just felt below her pay-grade. The searing lights poured out from behind the cameras and she just tried to focus on the beads of sweat forming on her interviewer’s forehead. Anything to not look as bored as she was.
“Now, Nessa, are you aware that a recent study said that female pokemon trainers spend on average around 24% of their careers pregnant?” He said. “Most women who travel on foot don’t even make it to 22 years old without being impregnated by a wild pokemon, not to mention the ones that willingly carry for trained pokemon.”
“Yes, I’m aware of all of this.”
“So how is it then, that a young, worldly trainer like you has never had a run in with a wild male in heat? Is it possible you aren’t as travelled as you say you are?”
“I’m just careful.” Nessa put, bluntly.
“Well I suppose you are!”
The interviewer tried to play up the line like it was a real piece of advice. His eyes darted around to various production assistants for help on what to do next. One of them just shook their head.
“Well, that’s all the time we have! Thank you for joining...”
The typical outro drabble faded out into the back of Nessa’s consciousness. Sure, she liked the spotlight and considered herself a decent publicist, but her heart was in another place. That day, she’d just been thinking about the upcoming trip she had with her team. She was planning on visiting the Kanto region to make a valuable trade.
A week later, the day would come and she landed in the Kanto region.
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Nessa is a day early for her trade deal, so she decides to get some training done while exploring the region. In Viridian Forest, she has several of her team members out drilling attacks. Her Drednaw, Crawdaunt, and Quagsire are all performing well and she decides to take them deeper into the forest.
She read up on the forest beforehand, so she knew there wasn’t much danger in the area. A lot of trainers start their journeys in and around this forest, in fact, so Nessa figures she may have to wander quite a ways off trail to find anything interesting.
After about half an hour of heading off trail, Nessa’s pokemon become impatient and she resigns to let them return to their drills. She leans back on a nearby moss covered log and watches their form.
Suddenly, a rumbling begins shaking the ground around her and her team. The leaves covering the forest floor begin to shift in an unnatural way, as if they’re being willed into motion. Before Nessa can think twice about it, a massive storm of leaves whips into shape and surrounds her entire team. The water types don’t stand a chance and they’re wiped out instantly.
Nessa cries out in surprise and runs over to the knocked out pokemon. She curses under her breath and recalls them into their balls before looking around for their assailant. There’s nothing but the silence of the trees out here.
The only sound Nessa can hear is that of the leaves crunching under her feet from the frantic searching. It’s not long before she can feel a presence watching her from afar. It drives her mad that she can’t figure out what’s out there, but she soon has something much more important to worry about
A vine lifts slowly out of the underbrush and grazes against Nessa’s calf. The gym leader glances down at it and moves her leg away quickly. As she looks down at the ground around her she sees more and more vines creeping out of the leaves. She starts to back away from them in a panic, but it’s not long before she’s surrounded.
I’ve seen how these encounters go on the internet. Nessa thinks. I guess no streak lasts forever…
While Nessa reconciles with her fate, two vines latch around her ankles. Immediately after that, her wrists and waist are taken as well. Nessa tries to look around at each place she is being grabbed, but it’s happening too fast for her to keep up with. The vines lift her well into the air and invert her in one quick swoop.
Nessa’s stomach struggles to find its place in her torso as she finds herself hanging upside down in the lonely forest wilds. The vines writhe against her body while they keep her captive. The full length of each restraint caressing her skin and making her get sensitive goosebumps from head to toe.
A few vines make their way to her legs and wrap around her thighs while moving up and down. Nessa squirms in her prison from the sensations and begins biting her lower lip. She had always figured there was a reason so many trainers were complacent with being bred by pokemon, but she didn’t think she’d come around to enjoying it this quickly.
Nessa’s eyes close as the vines creep further around her and cover her most sensitive areas with constant motion. Her eyes are quickly shot back open, however, when a massive rumble shakes the entire web she’s suspended in. The rumble is quickly followed by more rumbles of increasing intensity.
It is apparent that something is approaching her and sweat begins to form on her brow. She sees a huge mass approaching from the treeline. The mass lumbers further with quaking steps and it’s soon apparent that the visitor is a giant Venusaur. The monstrous beast comes to rest nearby with a final, triumphant quake.
The shaking sends beads of sweat flying off of Nessa to the forest floor. Nessa can see the vines originating from Venusaur’s back, moving rhythmically in tandem with the sensations all across her body. She takes a moment to be glad about the fact that it wasn’t a second, more viscous visitor to come take advantage of her in her trapped state. Venusaur are considered gentle giants and Nessa feels that she could probably expect to leave this forest in one piece.
Now that the two are face to face, Venusaur feels like it’s time to pick up the pace. His vines begin gripping Nessa more tightly, partially constricting her breathing. Nessa feels the new pressure on her neck and chest and begins to struggle out short, raspy breaths.
New vines begin to tear at her pants, revealing her pussy to the stuffy, forest air. After liberating the woman’s cunt, they play with her folds and tease her clit. Nessa squirms from the pleasure, but her bonds are so tight now that it barely creates any motion at all. She tries to moan, but that too is hardly allowed in this state.
Nessa begins to panic from how little freedom she has and her trouble breathing and Venusaur seems to take notice. A huge flurry of spores fly out from under his enormous flower petals and fill the air. The already stuffy air is filled completely with the sweet scent of the pokemon’s compelling shower of spores.
As the sweet smelling winds make their way into Nessa’s lungs, she begins to relax in her viney prison. Her breathing somehow becomes easier and she feels at ease. It dawns on her that this is likely why many trainers come away from a Venusaur thinking it’s gentle before the spores addle her mind to the point of no return.
The spores make their way into Nessa’s thoughts and after settling into her newfound calmness, she begins to feel hot. Not just normal heat, but a burning sensation localized to her crotch. She uses the now easier time she has breathing to pant furiously. It takes all she has not to outright beg Venusaur to start fucking her raw.
Much to her delight, the vines seem to oblige the request anyways and one shoots into her pussy. It’s thicker than most penises and stretches her walls open when it thrusts. Nessa squeals in delight and slicks the invader with juices completely within seconds. The vine has no trouble pumping in and out of her as deeply as it can. Only a handful of thrusts later and it’s already run out of room.
Nessa’s eyes are rolled back and her mouth is hanging open to let out loud, passionate moans. Venusaur sees this and uses the opportunity to pleasure another of his waiting vines with the trainer’s holes. He crams a second bulging vine into Nessa’s gaping mouth and it immediately shoots down her throat.
The vines constricting Nessa’s neck tighten in pleasure and Nessa chokes and gags on the vine currently thrusting in and out of her mouth without restraint. She feels the thick vine easily occupy her entire throat while she’s choked, giving it a tighter and more pleasurable squeeze.
She knows there’s no way that any air exchange is happening after the vine doesn’t let out of her throat for at least twenty seconds. The spores that made it into her lungs, however, continue to supply her with oxygen, allowing the vines to choke and fuck her as hard and long as they want.
The vines gape the woman from both ends continuously, driving her into a frenzy of pleasure. One smaller vine repeatedly beats against her clitors while its bigger sibling spreads her pussy lips to their max. She can’t find time to panic anymore as she orgasms, once again fruitlessly squirming against the tight constriction covering most of her body.
Tears build up in the corners of Nessa’s eyes and she moans into the vine impatiently fucking her throat. The other one inside her penetrates her cervix. Now having gained access to Nessa’s womb, the vine surges in thickness and begins to thrust even faster.
She can’t even begin to process the pain from the new thickness spreading her walls and opening up her womb before the first egg makes its way up the vine. The bulge of the egg waits at her pussy for a moment before Venusaur tenses the vine and forces it through.
Nessa screams into her oral vine in pleasure and agony and the egg quickly makes its ways through her beaten tunnel. The egg easily slips out of the top of the vine and drops into Nessa’s waiting womb where it comes to a peaceful rest. The peace does not come to Nessa, though, as another egg is already primed at her entrance. This next one makes its way into her just like the first.
The vine finally retreats from the sore trainer’s soaked, gaping hole after laying two eggs inside of her. Nessa wants to feel relief from it, but the vine fucking her throat hasn’t slowed down this entire time. It continues to thrust through her throat and fuck her entire esophagus greedily. Nessa worries that this may be an indication that Venusaur is not yet done with her.
The worry is proven true soon after when a new vine, thick as the last, begins prodding at her cunt anew. The hole is so loosely gaped that the vine doesn’t even need to strain itself to start making its way inside.
After brutally fucking Nessa for just as long as the first one, this new vine doesn’t actually lay any eggs, but instead releases a wave of fluid into her. This plant cum serves to coat the eggs inside. It nurtures the eggs, absorbs shock, bloats up the caretaker even more, and continues to establish the male’s dominance.
Right as Nessa’s resolve begins to crack, the vine fucking her throat cums as well. It floods her stomach with plant jizz and makes her feel incredibly full. Due to the fact that she’s upside down, though, when the vine pulls out, all the cum spills out along with it. Nessa feels depraved for finding pleasure in the sensations of being pumped with such thick, sticky cum and having it wash back out past her lips, disgracefully coating her inverted face.
Like clockwork, new vines rotate into place as the freshly finished ones fall limp on the ground below. The new vines quickly resume Nessa’s mental breakdown as they bring her back to full speed double penetration.
When Nessa regains her focus from zoning out during the assault, she notices the forest is significantly darker than it was before. Hours must have passed.
She looks up at her belly and sees it has become wildly swollen. What must be over a dozen eggs as well as liters of plant cum fill her entire gut and blow it out well beyond any human pregnancy. She lets her head hang in exhaustion and lies there immobile.
There is a moment of peace before she realizes the vines around her are immobile as well. The constricting ones continue to hold her taught and choke her hard, but the penetrating vines are nowhere to be seen.
Nessa directs her lazy gaze to Venusaur who lies dormant on the ground. She opens her mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. With her throat raw and sore from being fucked for what could have been half a day and the vines still closed around her neck, she has no way of making any words.
The tight grasp the vines still have on her doesn’t seem to have much effort behind it anymore, though. With enough wriggling, she manages to loosen the restraints and gain a tiny amount of movement back.
“Hey, lazy.” She says.
Her voice is incredibly raspy. Her neck muscles barely manage to flex and create speech after being used like a fleshlight by such big vines for so long.
“You can’t keep me up here forever. Take me home. I promise I’ll take good care of your eggs.”
Venusaur’s eyes open and slowly look up at Nessa. She’s unsure if he knows what she’s saying or just annoyed that she’s making noise at him. Regardless, Venusaur steadily comes to life. His massive form is already covered in moss and other foliage as if he’s been sitting there for hundreds of years.
Nessa worries about what he might do to her if she’s annoyed him. The leisurely beast makes its way towards his prey until it is positioned directly beneath her. Next, the vines keeping Nessa suspended in the air loosen and drop her. She attempts to scream to no avail, but is cut short anyways when she comes to a safe landing upon Venusaur’s soft flower.
Spores poof up in a huge cloud from her impact, but they don’t seem to have any particular effects other than making Nessa sneeze a few times. She sits upon Venusaur’s comfortable flower for a small while before the monster once again spurs into motion.
As Venusaur begins to walk slowly through the forest, Nessa greets her newfound comfort with a quick nap. She drifts off with ease and is awoken by the familiar feeling of vines slithering across her body. Her eyes snap open, worried Venusaur is looking for another round before she realizes she recognizes where she is. Venusaur has brought her to the entrance of Viridian Forest.
The vines slithering around Nessa grab her by the armpits and hoist her off of the giant flower. She is gingerly placed on the ground where she must overcome the immensity of her overfilled belly on her own for the first time. The vines stick around long enough to keep her steady while her weakened legs adjust to carrying the burdensome new weight.
Satisfied with her adjustment, Venusaur turns around and wanders back into the deep woods. Nessa looks at him as he leaves and wonders how long it’ll be before another trainer happens upon him again. She hopes for their sake that they’ll bring more than just pokemon that are weak to grass.
The forest is empty and chilly. The cool night time wind blows across the ample surface of her huge, exposed belly. It serves to remind Nessa that her pants are missing and she probably looks like hell. Her hair is disastrous, her throat has a huge, black ring of bruises around it, she’s covered in plant cum, and of course her pregnancy is noticeable from a mile away.
She wobbles in the direction of the forest entrance and makes her way to Viridian City. The city isn’t much, but there’s some people out this late that see her and stare with wide eyes at her pathetic appearance. Too proud to ask for help with walking, she slowly makes her way to the PokeCenter to heal her team and maybe get a place to rest. Trainers getting knocked up is a common enough occurrence that many PokeCenters have housing for gratuitously gravid ladies in need of a place to stay for the night.
On the way there, Nessa passes by many onlookers, several of which aren’t even subtle about taking pictures of her. She heard a lot of people like to get themselves off to pictures of women who just came back from being bred by wild pokemon. She was sure she’d never see the end of these pictures for the rest of her career. After all, none of the other female gym leaders saw the end of their embarrassing galleries.
One onlooker was another pregnant trainer who waved at her as she walked by. Nessa weakly waved back and wondered what creatures the other woman had brewing inside of her. After Nessa booked an overnight rest at the PokeCenter with the very kind Nurse Joy, she wondered what the person she was to meet tomorrow for a trade would think of her. She imagined a conversation in her head of the other trainer asking what she’s been up to since she got to Kanto.
“Guess!” she says to her pretend conversation partner.
Nessa laughs out loud to her own joke in the solitude of her own room. She looks fondly at her belly and rubs its sensitive surface before turning in for her very well deserved sleep.