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Though the thud was faint, Julias' back hitting the tree sent up enough of a tremor into the branches to flush out a lone Pidgey.
"Pidgey! Pidgey!" It cried overhead, casting an indignant glare at Julias and flapping its wings wide. The noise made the young man wince.
"Be quiet, you feathery idiot," he hissed.
"Pidgey!!" it countered, right before swooping down.
While it may have been just a Pidgey, Julias still moved to dodge the attack. However, instead of taking a graceful sideways step as intended, he fell flat on his ass thanks to his own feet slipping out from under him. It did have the necessary effect at least, and all the little bird Pokemon's tiny talons managed to do was knock the cap off Julias' head.
Julias cried out in alarm and pain. And his face blossomed into a vibrant shade of rose that sought to match or even surpass the pink of those coiffed little curls framing his cheeks. He balled his gloved hands into fists and waved them over his head. "Oooh! I have had just about enough of you Flying types today!"
His sulky cry and ineffectual flailing went unchallenged, since, having made its point, the Pidgey departed to find less rattled branches to roost upon.
Julias' brow remained knit and his lower lip continued to jut forth. He lowered his arms and proceeded to rub his wounded posterior. Muttering, he said, "I swear, if I'd had a free Pokeball..." But of course, headquarters was stingy about dolling out such resources.
One hand then drifted to the side of his belt, where he did carry a pair of Pokeballs, though currently occupied and somehow still quite useless to him. "Maybe I'll requisition for something better when I get back, since you two have been no help."
Although, if he considered the circumstances, that wasn't really fair. His Beedrill had given that lousy Bulbasaur a rough time. Had it on the ropes in fact. But then the trainer brat who'd stumbled upon him recalled the thing and sent out a bird wreathed in fire. And not some cutesy Torchic or even a noble Flametalon. No no no. This was a legendary Pokemon, something Julias had only ever seen in fairytales.
It was pretty awesome... until it incinerated his Beedril in one strike. Why he stuck around after that and decided to let his Venonat take a shot he had no idea. That poor thing didn't stand a chance, and Julias swore the kid hadn't even issued a command, the Moltres just looked at the Bug type before it and poof, the battle was over.
Julias remembered yelling something trite at the kid and throwing some money at him (another action he couldn't explain) and then running away.
Which led him to the here and now, sitting in the long grass under a tree and ruminating on just how an eleven year old managed to tame a Pokemon most didn't even believe existed. "I'll bet not even the Leaders have legendaries."
He leaned forward and reached for his cap, showing off some impressive flexibility as he remained seated on the ground while doing so. "The Boss might though, and it's probably something super amazing."
Donning his cap, Julias sighed and leaned back on his hands, tipping his face upward to the dappled sunlight and cool breeze and closing his eyes. How exciting would it be if he managed to get a legendary Pokemon? Something incredible, rare and strong, to bring back and lord over the other Grunts? They'd probably make him a Leader right on the spot.
Or they would take it away from him and use it for the good of all Team Rocket. A pout formed on Julias' face; just as readily as he might imagine capturing a Kyogre or Groudon for himself, he could also see the organization snatching the catch away from him.
Julias drew in a deep breath, and perked up. He'd been preparing to unleash a deep long sigh, but instead found something tickling his nostrils. He breathed in again, slow and deep, lifting his nose daintily to the air.
A sweet scent.
Like razz berries.
Julias inhaled again, and swore the smell was stronger. And the sweetness had an edge to it, like the berries had become too ripe and been burst or crushed. He snorted and coughed, peeking his eyes open. All he could see in front of him was the tall grass, but his ears picked up a nearby rustle. Raising his hand, he pressed it under his nose, trying to block out the aroma.
It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but it was making his head spin.
"Muuuuuk"
An amorphous wave of purple came round the tree behind Julias and oozed under him, miring his hands and legs.
Julias cried out and tried to stand, but found his limbs stuck fast. A shadow fell over him and he craned to see a Muk's face looming just above his head. "What are you doing? Let me go!"
"Muuuuuk" It groaned and slung the equivalent of an arm over Julias' stomach.
"No, idiot! Go, let go!"
The arm merged into the rest of the mass on the other side of Julias and began to spread outwards, coating Julias in more of its oozing self.
"Eek!" Julias yelped as parts of the Muk found breaches in his uniform and began to seep under the fabric and over his skin. Feeling that sticky and creeping sensation, Julias' mind raced, fighting to recall any dangers a Poison type like Muk would have on humans. But just when he needed the information most, he instead realized his school teachers had been right, and he had been too dumb to remember important details!
"St-stop... it..." Julias pleaded, heart hammering as the parts where he was making contact with the Muk began to tingle.
"Muk Muuuuuk" the Pokemon groaned, sending more of its nebulous body under the dark uniform.
That potently sweet scent enveloped Julias as surely as the Muk itself seemed to be intent on doing. Dimly Julias managed to dredge up a couple choice facts about Muk, though he wasn't sure they were true; like weren't Muks supposed to stink and reek of refuse and sewer drippings? And wasn't that because of where they came from? But then of course that couldn't be right, because then this particular Muk shouldn't be here, shouldn't be smelling so good, and shouldn't be having weird effects on his mind and body.
"Where are you... that's not..." Julias slurred, feeling a flush of heat course through him. The Muk had chosen, or surely just stumbled onto, some rather intimate areas to focus its invasion under Julias' clothes.
At his chest Julias could feel muddy globs directly over his nipples. What felt like thick malformed fingers shifted clumsily over both and the sticky substance of the Muk flesh served to tug and pull at the sensitive skin. The toxins in the Muk also provided a tingling, faintly burning sensation, that became especially maddening on the two tender points.
But the situation further down was worse.
For the Muk had also found its way into Julias' trousers and underwear, where it then coalesced over his crotch and undercarriage.
Now, Julias considered himself a healthy young man. Maybe a little slow in the head, but that never gave him too much trouble day to day. Usually... generally... But one didn't need to have a big brain or be a Researcher or Professor to know that the body reacted to certain stimulation, sometimes in ways the mind, or the heart, didn't want it to.
So, it wasn't like he wanted to react to what this Pokemon was doing to him. It was just... how could he not ?
Julias bit his lips against a moan. It was harder to think than usual. Maybe that perfumed smell had turned his mind to mush, or maybe the Muk's touch was making him dumber. Either way, it was so much easier to feel than to worry and sweat the details.
The Muk's ooze was enveloping his dick, currently hard and tenting his trousers. The strange sticky shell it had created shifted over his length with pulsating motions. Poison prickled along this, arguably most principal of Julias' commodities, in a way that wasn't at all painful or even uncomfortable. In fact, he may even call it nice, if not a tad aggravating. It made him want to roll his hips, but the Muk kept him stuck fast, and protested when Julias tried to move.
"Muuuuuk Muk"
A frustrated whimper left Julias' pouting lips. And then those same pink lips abruptly parted, round and open to let out, "Oo~ooh?!"
Practically sitting in the Muk, it should have come as no surprise when there crept some sticky part of the Pokemon right between Julias' lower cheeks. Regardless of where else the Muk was assailing his body, that intimate below remained an unsettling place for contact to ensue. Julias trembled, waiting and waiting... and when the inevitable chemical touch came to his virgin hole, Julias' entire being jumped with such violence the intimate interloper then squeezed every place where Julias was mired in Muk.
"No... too tight!" Julias groaned, feeling like his waist was being hugged by a Bewear. His nipples were caught in the bite of a pair of Trapinches. And his cock was being strangled by a fiesty Ekans. "Please... too much... hurts..."
"Muk" the sludge Pokemon burbled, lessening its hold. There had been some understanding at least, yet Julias remained trapped, while the discomfort vanished. Or at least, the discomfort from that particular reaction. His cock throbbed now from that momentary vice like tightness, and because Muk was still effectively stroking him. He could feel his own pre becoming mixed with Muk's movements, easing the sticky grinding.
His ass hole seemed to throb in a different way. The poison slathered upon it left an itchy torment. Little sounds of embarrassment and frustration kept dropping from Julias' lips, and despite how the Muk had just treated him, he couldn't help but squirm. He could feel himself tighten and flex, desperate for relief. Wishing for... some friction.
"C-come on... already..." Julias mewled, meaning for the Muk to give up whatever it was doing and let him go. Instead though, that seemed to be taken as an invitation.
Julias gasped sharply, his mind momentarily blank. He was not expecting the Muk to press so hard against his twitching hole, or for it to push inward. Deeply inward.
"Ah! Ah!" Speechless, Julias' mouth gaped and his eyes opened wide, staring up at the Muk's face above him. Not believing what was happening... or how good it felt while happening!
The Muk formed some cylindrical appendage to plow its way into Julias' body. And though the shape started out basic, it kept changing according to how Julias reacted. When Julias tightened around the invader, the shape widened to push back or narrowed to slip through and delve deeper. It also rubbed and clung to Julias' insides, pulling itself along while not quite keeping to a straight path as it tested out the pliancy of the canal it was in.
"Oh! No no!" Julias called, bucking when the Muk heaved upward inside him and ground against his prostate. He shuddered and found himself within a hair's breadth of cumming, but Muk squeezed him again. Not so tightly this time, but enough to stave off his climax.
Julias panted and groaned. There was a slippery substance that Muk must have been secreting which was making the Pokemon's phallus travel easier into him. Unlike the previous poison though, it didn't vex Julias, and instead seemed quite soothing.
But the Muk was in him so deep, grinding and pushing with no discernible rhythm. Julias had no idea when he would find the pleasure heightened, or how far Muk intended to go. It felt like Muk was pushing somewhere under his navel, performing shallow little thrusts to propel itself there. As the actions carried on though, Julias felt like Muk wasn't pulling back as much, and that it was getting bigger at the head of its fake cock.
"Ah... Muk... what... is... ah..." Julias' managed to get enough leverage to rock his hips, pushing into the sleeve Muk made around his cock and trying to encourage Muk to keep moving inside him. His brain was by then too full of a lustful haze to feel embarrassed by his gyrations.
"Mmm... what's this... feeling..." Julias groaned, wishing he had his hands free. His stomach was feeling oddly full and he was compelled to touch it. Muk kept surging inside him, no longer thrusting at all, but instead swelling and sending a bulb-like thickness up through him and into his stomach. He could feel that almost orb-like shape liquify into a syrupy consistency upon reaching its destination and cling to some space within him, just under the skin.
It was a strange, yet incredible feeling.
Julias' head lolled forward, his cap falling off. "Why... are you... making me... so full?" He asked, the words followed by a pleased groan. He could feel his belt sink into his skin, his stomach bloating over the top of it. The dark fabric obfuscated the change pretty well, but Julias still recognized how his trim tummy had domed out and how his top's hem line was creeping upward.
His skin grew tight, and where Muk touched the taut surface more than just toxic tingling sped through him. It was electrified bolts of pleasure, such that in accompaniment to how his cock and nipples and ass felt, his stomach was being transformed into yet another erogenous zone.
"I can't... I can't take... any more..." Julias insisted, as much for how full he felt as for how overwhelmed he was becoming. He tried to tighten around the next swell which promised to deliver still more into him. His lashes fluttered and a cry parted his pink lips when he was spread out in rebuttal. Muk added considerable girth to its member, and in doing so, delivered an even larger dollop for the effort.
That last, considerable deposit though, sent Julias over the edge. His body arched in spite of the Muk's hold. His mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out. Lights flashed before his eyes, and when they cleared, Julias sagged boneless and defeated into the bed of Muk.
The Muk cradled him, sticky but not too unlike the comfort provided by an inflatable cushion. The Muk pulled on Julias' dick, apparently quite eager to draw out every last drop of the man's semen. Julias groaned and whimpered, for it felt too strong on his spent and sensitive member, but as a small mercy, once there was nothing left, the Muk did not press for more. Or worse, seek out the source.
That larger load heralded Muk's end as well. Yet it remained inside Julias just long enough to finish serving the man's cock, before leisurely withdrawing. Sliding easily with that slipperiness, but again not taking a straightforward approach, making Julias gasp and quake as it flexed and pressed, stimulating the already overly stimulated space.
Julias' face burned bright when the Muk exited his body, and his hole tried to clench around the last of its length. The empty sensation made his entrance twitch and flutter, but he was quick to realize that he wasn't so empty after all!
"Ah... ah... haa... wait... you've left..." Julias shuddered, his hole and canal may have felt abandoned, but his stomach still felt packed full.
"Maurice! Maurice, where are you?"
Julias went stock still. Lying prone and staring skyward.
A woman's voice was calling out and the grass that rustled was altogether far too close.
"Maurice!"
"Muuuuuk!"
Julias' heart jumped into his throat.
Under him, the Muk began to move, sliding out from his clothes and sluicing through his fingers and limbs. Julias uttered a soft sound as the mass of Muk disappeared from beneath him and plopped him onto the ground. He clapped his hands over his mouth to ensure no other noise escaped and strained his ears.
"Mu-Muk!"
"Oh Maurice, there you are!" the Madame cried. "You naughty mucky Muk. I turn my back on you for a minute and off you go, searching for berries."
"Muuuuuk"
"Tut tut, you've surely spoiled your dinner now. So it's back into the ball with you. Don't worry, I've freshly sprayed it with your favourite fragrance."
There was the familiar sound of shimmer and whirl that accompanied a Pokemon returning to its spherical home. A mere moment later, it was followed by a gentle humming from the old woman and her shuffling footsteps, both of which softly, and all too slowly, faded away.
"Paaa!" Julias' hands came off his mouth and with an explosive puff as he let out the breath he'd been holding in. As his hammering heart evened itself out, his green eyes searched the sky and the leafy branches encroaching the view.
What the heck had just happened?!
The question echoed in his mind, but not a single answer came bounding back.
"Just don't think about it," he muttered, closing his eyes.
A soft wind blew... The sun blazed down, just the right amount of warmth... His skin tingled... His uniform was sticky and sweaty and clung to his body... The scent of berries hung about him, cloyingly thick. His cock ached from being run out. His ass throbbed with a mixture of remembered use and loneliness. And something heavy settled in the actual pit of his stomach.
No way he wasn't thinking about it.
"Fuck."