Medicham smut

Medicham had always known that her trainer looked at her differently now that she'd evolved, but lately she had started to become more and more suspicious of his motives. To tease her was one thing — it was no thanks to him that she'd become so self-conscious of her lips, which, let's just say, were fuller than most — but what he did on that day crossed all sorts of lines. As her trainer slept soundly in his tent, Medicham broke out of her Pokéball and found a place to sit by the river, placing her plump backside down on the prickly riverside shrubbery, and put her head in her hands to think.

It was a league match. Semi-finals. Her trainer, Adam, was up against a particularly tough opponent, and both trainers were down to their last Pokémon. It was on the wire, and the odds didn't look too good for Adam, as he faced off against a Metagross that far outleveled Medicham. His opponent, whose name Medicham had by now forgotten, had smirked, considering the match in his pocket already. A devastating hit from Metagross' Meteor Mash had sent Medicham reeling, thrown back into the grit and dirt of the stadium, but she had hung on, for Adam's sake. Trembling, she had lifted herself from the ground, and formed an 'X' with her arms, indicating to Adam that she was still able to fight.

"It's no use, Medicham. You're hurt." he was saying to her, "We should concede. I don't want anything bad happening to you."

"Cham!" Medicham had insisted. Her blood was boiling. She wanted to fight, and show this cocky Metagross and his trainer the bitter taste of defeat.

"You sure?" Adam asked her, uncertain.

"Cham." She nodded. She was ready.

"Alright then. Let's go all-in. Medicham, use Hi Jump Kick!"

Dashing with blinding speed towards the now-complacent Metagross, who had loosened his guard, Medicham kicked off from the ground, launching herself into the air, eyes closed, visualising her heel crashing into its target with crushing power. It was only when she felt the cold metal against the base of her foot, and heard a telling clang, that she opened her eyes and surveyed the scene before her. Metagross was unconscious, practically embedded into the far wall of the stadium. She couldn't believe it — she had won, despite the odds. A critical hit.

The crowd went wild. "And the winner is… Adam Givings from Slateport City!" the announcer said. She was drained. The world was wavering before her. Everything was kind of a blur. But she did remember one thing. One very important detail. Adam had run up to her and enfolded her in a hug, which wasn't uncommon, but then he had pulled his head back, and before she knew it, his lips were on hers, her trainer sucking and biting on the plus-sized lips he loved to make fun of so much like his life depended on it. The crowd's cheer grew louder. He'd even put his hand around her and squeezed her ass, much to her embarrassment, and she blushed and pulled back, and upon doing so, collapsed from exhaustion.

When she woke she was at the Pokémon center and Adam's concerned face was the first thing she saw. Noticing she was conscious again, he immediately leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the lips. Medicham reddened considerably, looking away. What was this feeling, welling up inside her chest? Was Adam just teasing her as always, or was this something more?

It happened more and more, when she least expected it. She had started to spend more time outside her Pokéball. He kissed her when she was just about to doze off to sleep, and when she woke up. He kissed her after battles, whether they won or lost, without fail. He kissed her in the rain and in the sun, when they hiked up mountains and traversed forests, suddenly turning about and embracing her, no matter who was watching. And secretly, Medicham didn't care who was watching. It felt good for her, too.

Soon, Adam got lewder and lewder. Once, in a secluded spot in a cave, they had been kissing, when Adam stuck his arm around again, as he sometimes did, groping Medicham's big, fleshy ass, his entire palm pressed into its soft, pillowy thickness, squeezing hard. He'd slapped her thighs and her jelly-like thighs and her fat, jiggly ass, which hurt Medicham but also, strangely, felt good. And then he'd made Medicham lick his index finger for some reason. Medicham didn't understand why until she felt his lubricated finger probing around her ass, knocking on the door of her anus, causing her to blush and fidget.

"Cham…!" she demurred.

"It's okay, Medicham." Adam said, and stole her lips again. There was no reasoning with him. His finger prodded Medicham's tightly closed asshole, seeking passage. She eventually conceded, her trainer's finger slipping with a lewd, wet sound into her ass. Zzb. He had inserted it up to the second joint when Medicham moaned in sudden bliss. It felt amazing. Adam upped the ante to two fingers, and then eventually three, practically excavating his favourite Pokemon's ass.

"I'm glad you like it, Medicham." Adam had said. "Because I love you." And she loved him too.

But didn't all Pokémon love their trainers?

Medicham threw her arms back in frustration and lay down on the cold grass. This was a different kind of love, though, wasn't it? This was the kind of love two souls felt for each other, human or Pokémon, when their relationship was something more than friendship. Erotic love, in other words. She wanted Adam — she knew that for sure — but she didn't know if he wanted her. What if he was just teasing her? What if this was just one of his jokes, like always? It all confused her. Feelings of desire and fear mingled in her panicked little Pokémon heart. She took a deep breath in. She would be brave, as always.

Because there was really only one way to find out.

Adam awakened to a strange sensation of something soft and downy pressing against his face. It took him a few seconds after opening his eyes to figure out what was going on. Medicham had snuck into his tent, and had put her butt on his face as she groped around his crotch, trying to undo his pants, and, succeeding, enveloping his immediately erect dick in the hot, wet passage of her mouth, thrusting past her thick bubblegum lips each time her head bobbed. It didn't take him long to return the favour. Adam brought his hands up and spread her buttocks, dividing the flesh to reveal her glistening vagina and tight, throbbing asshole. He immediately got to work, licking and playing with her holes, but especially with her ass, which he knew she liked. He thrust his tongue into her ass, tasting the salt of her sweat, mixing it around as her muscles convulsed in pleasure.

"Cham..!" she moaned. "Medicham!"

After a while of fingering and licking in and around her ass, Adam turned Medicham over, their red faces now next to each other, kissing.

"You know what comes next, right Medicham? Are you ready?" Medicham nodded.

Medicham turned away from Adam, her ample pink hips pointed towards him. Adam placed his dick, wet with Medicham's saliva, in the groove between her two flesh mounds, rubbing against her asshole. He rubbed his shaft against her like this, twitching in ecstasy, her large, malleable rump totally enveloping his dick and sending waves of pleasure coursing up his spine, pleasure like he'd never experienced before. This totally beat his hand, he thought. Up and down he went, his member squished between Medicham's buttcheeks, feeling the orgasm build up in him, until finally his mind went white and he sprayed his seed all over Medicham's arse and back.

But he wasn't done yet, and Medicham could sense that. Lining the tip of his cock up with Medicham's asshole, he looked at her as if to ask, "is this okay?". Medicham nodded, giving him the green light. The saliva on his dick and inside her asshole was more than enough lubricant to allow the length of his member to slowly, slowly but surely, enter Medicham's insides all the way down to its hilt. Adam grunted, and Medicham never ceased her moans.

"It's so tight…" said Adam.

Tight was an understatement. Medicham's muscles clamped down around Adam's dick like a vice, their rings and grooves rubbing against his shaft, creating a gradated pleasure pattern for his enjoyment alone. This combined with the intense heat of her ass caused Adam to start leaking pre-cum, near orgasm almost as he'd begun. But he would hold on. It was time to make Medicham feel good, he thought, as he pulled almost all the way out of her, and then suddenly thrust in again without warning.

"Cham…! Medicham!"

He lifted his hand and brought it down on her right ass cheek with resounding force. From the liquid that seemed to Ooze out of her pussy every time he did this, Adam concluded that Medicham was a bit of a masochist. He spanked her ass some more, alternating sometimes to grope it, squeezing her hard, and then spanking her again as he continued fucking her from the back, his dick chugging in and out of her twitching, hot asshole like a piston, something mechanical. He was near climax again.

"Medicham… I'm gonna cum…!"

As his loins slapped against her ass one last time, his dick swelled and finally sprayed its load into Medicham's spiralling insides, semen gushing down her innermost passageways. Medicham collapsed into a heap on the floor, world spinning, and when Adam pulled out he fell back, exhausted, still spraying his cum onto Medicham's ass pointing up, and passed out.

Medicham got up and replaced the blanket on her master's sleeping body. Things would never be the same for the two of them again, but whatever the future held, Medicham thought, anxious yet excited, they would face it together.