Chapter 2: A Hard Road Ahead

It was a good few hours before Brandy could even move after she'd finally exhausted the wild Joltik. She'd put her all into turning the situation around and now pretty much everything ached. Brandy had always kept herself fit, as a trainer rightly should, but she was feeling she really could have use a better warning about just how much work she was going to need to put in.

Brandy had wrapped herself around the fuzzy furred woman and half dozed as she rested on the Joltik wonderfully soft yellow fur. The fur didn’t cover the Pokémon’s whole body and was more like a mane that went along her shoulders and down her arms to stop at the elbows, the rest all smooth skin that had an exciting tingle to it when Brandy rubbed it with her hands.  The Joltik's four blue eyes didn't seem to actually close, and glowed softly as the Joltik made cute little wheezing sounds while they slept.

Capturing your first Pokémon was the real challenge of any trainer, it took a fairly fresh faced Pokémon to even show interest in a trainer with no partners yet, but even then the trick was to try find one that was curious and work it up some so that it had already burned off some energy before the fucking began. Getting pounced and driven straight into raw sex was about the worst possible situation a trainer with no backup could be in. It was amazing Brandy had come out on top of the encounter really, though she did feel just a little smug she'd done it the hard way.

Even Brandy’s limbs were tired and heavy but that question of just how she’d turned her first encounter round gnawed away at her. She'd always felt warm feelings about Pokémon and had been forever teased while younger for daydreaming about them. Brandy knew her stuff and she felt confident she had at least put in a good showing for an unaided first battle, but it still was odd she'd actually won. She'd planned out to at least take a few attempts before actually having the experinece to win. A potential capture while also popping her cherry? Even in her fantasies she hadn't expected this!

Eventually the question of how she'd pulled this miracle off grew more pressing than the ache in her muscles and she pushed herself up so she could break out her now slightly scuffed Poke-dex and snap a quick picture of the snoozing Joltik. 

*ping!*

 

Brandy snorted as she read the really unoriginal name the Joltik had picked for herself when a researcher had inevitably found her. Sparky. Of course it’d be that for someone who jumped so eagerly into things. Glossing over the movelist she needed to fill out, she came to a suprised stop at the failed capture number, a big fat zero. That meant Brandy was the first trainer Sparky had ever battled! 

Actually that made a lot of sense, despite Sparky getting the jump on her she hadn’t actually managed to exhaust Brandy and eventually got the tables turned on her. That just screamed a Pokémon  who didn’t really have much experience. There weren’t anything like official levels for wild Pokémon but the failed capture rate was usually a good idea of how much trouble it’d be to battle. It wasn't a perfect measure of the Pokémon's experience, researchers who gathered names a nd other details didn’t have to worry about exhausting their partner after all, most of them just got fucked silly and remembed the name afterwards because they’d been shouting it for a few mind melting hours. They didn't get included in the stats, or it'd be worthless, serious capture attempts only. 

Despite Sparky’s clear inexperience Brandy felt she’d stumbled upon a winner anyway, the sex had been amazing and most trainers failed several times before finding their starter. She'd set up a good ambush on Brandy, which meant she had some cunning about her and there was a potential evolution in the future. Sparky was an undeniably hot short stack, what she'd grow into was something that was absolutely going to distract Brandy's thoughts. 

Three moves could be anything really. Agility was both a nice broad fighting and fucking ability and if Brandy was lucky then Sparky's other two moves would also be just as broad. It'd give her a ton of options in battles and with no obvious downsides coming to mind it was a clear choice really. Never pass up your first opportunity to get a partner, it’d make everything from here so much easier.

Brandy only had three binding balls to get her started and as she cracked one open and took out the thin red wires she took particular care to avoid tangling any threads as she drew them out. You had to exhaust a Pokémon pretty thoroughly before you even had a chance of making this work without a messy struggle. Not that the messy struggle route didn't sound like a lot of fun. Brandy had been painfully mediocre when learning knots and binding at school, but with how soundly sleeping the Joltik was Brandy didn’t feel the need to bother doing more than tying the Joltik's wrists together before she straddled Sparky’s legs and leaned in to give the sleeping beauty a lick across the face and a firm fondling of the Joltik’s breasts. A little payback for that lap bruishing ambush!

“Ahhhh~” Sparky groaned as she rolled her head to try get away from Brandy's tongue. The Joltik stretched her legs out like she’d had taken the greatest nap of her life and then gave an amused little burst of static at the fondling she was getting. “I feel so alive now! Fully charged”

Brandy tugged at the threads, grinning wide as she looked down at the satisfied Joltik. 

“Plenty more where that came from” Brandy said with a little growl in her voice. A strong proposition was absolutely key here. Pokémon only respected strong trainers who could satisfy their needs, she’d proved she could out fuck Sparky now she needed Sparky to believe she could do it again.

“Now?” Sparky said with a little panic in her voice, a gasp ripped from her throat as Brandy rubbed her flat stomach along the Joltik's semi-stiff cock. “I thought you were new at this!”

“I am” Brandy laughed as she nipped at Sparky’s top lip, teasing at it to try make the Joltik’s heart flutter some “Imagine how good I’ll be once I’ve got some practice”

Sparky looked thoughtfully at the red light wires binding her wrist, then to the tall trainer who was stradling her and promising more ground pounding sex later. To her fresh electricity stuffed brain this was a sweet deal indeed and her eager need made the red wires glow and then fade into her skin, a flow of power arcing down them as they retracted back into the pokeball which snapped with a chirpy little tune.

Brandy punched the air in victory, bouncing on Sparky’s legs in excitement. “Yes! You won’t regret it! I’m Brandy! I’m your trainer now, we’re going to do so good at this!” 

“Mm!” Sparky said, lip bit as she felt Brandy bounce and rub against her. Squirming as she tried to get away from her accidental tormentor.  “Not now though! Still sore!”

With a shamed squeak Brandy got off Sparky’s lap, her partner was clearly a little sensitive after the frenzied fuck session they’d both just had. 

“I’ll cook breakfast, what do you eat?” Brandy said, sliding off Sparky so she could go find her camping stove in her pack, her heart shaped ass thoroughly eyed up by the Joltik as she went.

Sparky’s impish giggling at the question was only to be expected. Brandy had kind of set that one up for her.

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So maybe some slight mistakes had been made. While Sparky was more than cheerful to go along with Brandy the Pokémon seemed incredibly keen to mess with her new trainer. All attempts to try tease the missing moves out of Sparky had been met with "What you going to do to me to make me tell?" or teasing words to that effect. It was awfully tempting to call the bluff and press Sparky up against a tree, but Brandy had only just captured her and she couldn't exactly have her leading Brandy into what she wanted so easy.

It was frustrating not to know, but come their next battle they'd have to let some clues slip. It just wasn't worth pushing right now. Brandy didn't want to spoil the high she was on after the quick success of her plan anyway. One forest girl on the belt, now just for one from the Galar mines! She only needed two to go for a battle in her home gym and then she could use the payout from earning a badge to get some real equipment. She just needed someone a bit stronger to pair off with Sparky, maybe a frontline shield? A tanky rock girl would be just perfect, even if what she remembered from her school days of Rock Types was just a bunch of warnings they could be really hard to satisfy. She'd pulled off a surprise win, why not push her luck?

She kept musing on this as she walked with Sparky, who had a bouncing gait to keep up with Brandy’s longer legs, the satisfied Pokémon abuzz with energy after finally getting her first good fuck of her life. They’d cleared the forest and were trekking over the rolling fields of Route 4 when Brandy’s pokédex rang out with another loud ping.  

Confused, Brandy fished it out to wonder why it was warning her. A friend was in range? Of course! Today most of her trainer class had been setting out into the wilds and they’d all swapped friend requests before they’d graduated. She'd completely forgotten about them in all the time off she'd had at home. 

Brandy hadn’t really made the best friends with her class, Trainer class was something you only had for two years and took after getting your basic learning certificates. Small groups of young adults all trying to get a last minute brush up on some of the more advanced details of Trainer life before being unleashed into the wilds. All her best friends from school had picked careers instead and teased her about how of course the thirstiest girl in school for Pokémon would also be the one to go full Trainer track.

Like there was any point to working at a store when you could be out getting laid by gorgeous monstrous beauties! Brandy would never get it. 

Still, if Brandy wanted to pick one woman from her graduating class she’d rather not see as her first Pokédex friend ping it was Maple Haze and so of course, it just had to be her. Top of the class, perfect marks on every test and so stuck up herself it was amazing she could lower herself to percieving the lesser mortals aroun her. She’d lorded it over the rest of the class with how easily things came to her and condescended them constantly that they “Might see her in the tournaments one day”. From the stands of course, because it was unthinkable any of them was even close to Maple’s level. 

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In short, huge bitch. Usually this’d be a hard pass, but Brandy had to be the first of their trainer class to actually catch a Pokémon, almost no one did it day one! Brandy’s grades had always been average, she got way too distracted thinking about sexy Pokémon to study properly, but now she’d finally got something to brag about over the stuck up prima-donna! The thought of getting to drive her wild with envy was too good to pass up. 

The ping was off in the countryside's long grass but Brandy had her repels just in case so she grabbed Sparky’s hand to lead her through it, the Joltik hugged in close as they went through the tall grass like a pair of lovers off for a nighttime stroll. It meant Brandy had to do all the work pushing the grass out of the way and from the way Sparky was giggling, that was probably the little minx’s plan. 

After a few minutes of pushing through the tall grass, Brandy heard some loud screams and she sped up, tugging Sparky after her as she rushed to find out just what was going on. It sounded bad from the screams alone but when the pair of them spilled out into a clearing and saw what was there, Brandy’s jaw dropped.

There was a woman standing tall in the clearing, no not just woman, an absolutely gorgeous giant! Close to cresting seven foot tall before you took into account the massive horn rising from her forehead, the black horn spiraled round with glittering lines. She had beautiful pure white skin and long flowing hair that went from light blue to a vivid purple that shimmered in a flowing rainbow as she moved. Long actually didn’t even come close to describing this hair, there was just so much of it! The glittering hair went all the way down to the back of her knees and was a puffy, curly mass that Brandy could have wrapped herself up in as a blanket and had plenty to spare. It would have been a captivating sight, but Brandy’s attention was quickly drawn down lower. 

The towering Pokémon had her hands fixed firmly round the hips of someone Brandy didn’t recognize at first, a trainer stripped bare and skin covered with grass stains from all the rubbing they’d gone through recently. Blonde hair spread out on the ground around her in an absolute tangled mess, her makeup smeared in streaks from exhausted sweat and the mud she'd been ground into. She looked so utterly devastated it took some stunned moments before Brandy's mind clocked just who she was looking at. 

It was Maple Haze! Her prissy former classmate didn’t look so perfect now, eyes rolled back into her head and mouth a perfect O as she screamed her lungs out. And why wouldn’t she be screaming? The Pokémon Maple had gotten caught by had a truly eye watering piece of meat hanging between their legs. Brandy couldn’t see the full size of it because the Pokémon was busy driving it into the disheveled Maple with powerful thrusts of her hips, dragging out ecstatic wails with every audible slap of Maple’s bubbly ass. What Brandy could see of this beautiful giant’s tool though was enough to make her legs quiver, the girth on it was big enough Brandy wouldn’t have been able to get her hands round it if she’d used both at once! Maple was being stretched so wide her hips had to be twice as far apart as they’d started. Six inches of this thick log slick with girlcum were sliding smoothly in and out of the fucked senseless former classmate and from the way Maple was groaning that still more than enough inches still in there to turn every thought Maple had into an orgasmic paste. 

Brandy knew that the mix of human and Pokémon parentage gave every newborn human some of their Poke-mom’s traits. Extra stamina, strength and flexibility was common and her teachers had told them that sex, no matter how seemingly unlikely, was always possible between human and Pokémon. The body would adjust. 

But it just didn’t seem possible here, Maple was so stretched out she should have been split clean in two! Instead she seemed to be taking it but with some truly eye-watering friction, the Pokémon railing her had toned muscle to spare to make sure that wasn't a problem. While Maple didn't seem to be catching any injury from this display, Maple's mind clearly wasn’t dealing well with the brain melting orgasms that were being hammered into her by this glossy haired beast of a poké-woman. She didn't even react to the pair being burst in on, completely lost in her own world of heady pleasures. 

Hands trembling at the display of sheer sexual excess going on in front of her, Brandy got her Pokédex in hand and took a picture of the pair. The flash glared off the Pokémon’s hips which were absolutely soaked by Maple’s squirting pussy. Perhaps ... perhaps she could use Sparky to help Maple get free, maybe even try and capture this giant?

 

*ping!*

Eighty-seven failed attempts?! Six moves? This Mercury lady was an absolute monster! What new trainer in their right mind would even try to capture such an obviously high powered partner! 

This shouldn’t even be happening, wild Pokémon show absolutely no interest in trainers vastly weaker than them as they just end up frustrated instead of sexually satisfied. You’d have to go out of your way to antagonize them for this to happen and who’d be stupid enough to do that?

Oh. Wait of course. Maple Haze couldn’t possibly fail at anything. Maple Haze could surely have any Pokémon she desired, the strongest of them even! Maple Haze would surely bring back this monstrous Rapidash and rub everyone’s noses in how she caught something this strong without any help from a Partner. 

Brand snorted, right now the only nose being rubbed in anything here was Maple’s as she got ground into the dirt. The Galarian Rapidash, Mercury, was fucking her mind into a gooey mess that might just drip out of her overly inflated head. Perhaps if Maple was lucky some Common Sense would fill the gap. It was at least kind of satisfying to see Maple finally get taken down a peg. And it was hot as hell to see her taking down a truly massive peg. 

Brandy  rubbed her legs together, just watching the power fucking going on here was making her horny. Could she maybe wait for Mercury to exhaust herself on Maple, weaken her some with Sparky and then try to capture her? She looked at her partner hopefully.

Sparky was shaking her head from side to side very vigorously, fur bouncing as her blue eyes blinked in fear rapidly. "What? No no no. Absolutely not. She’d bend me into a pretzel in seconds." Sparky said in a quick rush as she squeezed Maple's arm tight. 

With a sigh Brandy looked back and her heart froze cold. Mercury was staring right at her, a glint of glowing purple in her eyes as she fixed Brandy with a stare so intense Brandy actually stopped breathing out of fear. 

Mercury's horn glowed a vivid purple and there was a sudden flash of night. “Are you next?” called in Brandy's head, a hammer blow of a question beamed into her mind that wiped away all other thoughts.

Should she? While Brandy was certainly wet and ready to get fucked after seeing the scene playing out before her, the recovery from it would take forever! Her plan to clear the gym quickly wouldn’t survive if she wasn’t able to do anything but hobble around bow legged for a week! 

With Sparky hiding behind her, trying not to get noticed by the terrifyingly strong Rapidash, Brandy slowly backed out of the clearing leaving Maple to her fate. Pokémon didn’t fuck women past the point they couldn’t recover, but it was looking real close on this one and that meant Mercury had to almost be done. 

Brandy’s heart aches some. It’d be so good to just let herself lose here, Mercury might be a monster but the noises Maple was making sounded so earnestly satisfied that she must have been fucked into a parallel reality of pure bliss by the Rapidash. To capture such a thing would be …. one day! One day she’d out fuck this monster!

Right now surviving with her hips intact might be best..

Sparky and Brandy edged back into the tall grass, gave each other a shocked look and then began to run like hell. 

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With a sniff, Mercury watched them go. The wide eyed trainer had shown a little promise, any who saw her and still felt they might stand a chance was worth some interest. But no, it wasn't worth persuing. Right now the Trainer had just been a morsel and with luck the next time they met the girl would be a real feast.

Perhaps she would at least have been more sport than this moaning mess under her. The cocky girl who’d dared to challenge her to a race had been fun to fuck for a while, but their mind and body simply couldn’t keep up with their confidence and all she’d done was get Mercury worked up for a real fuck.

“Say my name again, three times” she said, cool and confident to the wrecked mess that she was still pounding away at even though she’d rubbed every nerve in the poor trainer’s pussy to a boiling hot sensitivity. “Three times, and I’m yours”

“M--muhh..muhhhaaaaaah~” is all Maple can manage, before her body tenses and writhes from another orgasm smashing hard into the one she hadn’t even finished having. Mercury knew she wasn't up for it Maple hadn’t been able to string a thought together for a good while now, a whole word was going to be impossible. Three of them? As likely as to tame a Legendary as to even get all those syllables out of this throat raw from ecstatic screaming.

Shame. Mercury truly had hoped this one would be the one to tame her but no. Far too weak for all the confidence she had. Mercury would finish teaching this girl her place in the world and then she’d wait for a trainer worth a damn to come for her. She’d left a trail of mindbroken bodies in her wake, but surely one day she’d meet one who could finally exhaust her. Or at least put up a half-decent fight before inevitably sinking into bliss, just like all the rest. 

Already bored of the girl before her as she rapidly reached her limit, Mercury decided to fantasize about the one who got away a little. Maybe one day they'd meet again and she'd get to see if that flickering flame of potential had grown to something worth snuffing out. 

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