Hot Nights

“Living in the Ohio region isn’t so bad,” you tell yourself. The area gets overlooked a lot, and the name wasn’t exactly striking, but you think it has its own charm. When you moved west from Unova to become a trainer it wasn’t your first choice, but the budget of a new trainer wasn’t exactly generous. You looked outside the window of your small apartment, seated in the middle of nowhere, musing about how you at least wouldn’t see the back of a Poké Mart counter anytime soon. You couldn’t help but wish the place had more floorspace, though it was more than needed for you and your single Pokémon.

Speaking of the devil, you could see a nose worming out of the blankets in the bed. Soon your swestoat had rolled out of her blanket pile and made the short walk to the window you were absent mindedly staring out of. She looked cute with matted fur in the morning sun. Man, was she already sweaty from sleeping? You probably should have gotten use to this by now, but the fact she could muster up a sweat even from getting up got a chuckle out of you.

You still remember when she was a sweasel, even then she was always working harder than necessary, a little dynamo. It wasn’t until you got a check-up at the nearest Poké Center you even found out she was considered large for a sweasel. She had already shot up to nearly four feet as a swestoat, a bit of a change from previously fitting in your hands but it proved useful against other trainers. Soon though, a rustling rouses you from your thoughts. Swestoat is digging through your old clothes, yet again. She only started doing this after she evolved, maybe she wants to make a nest out of them or something? “Come on,” you say as you drag her face from the bin, now looking away sheepishly. You sling on your backpack and she recognizes this as time to go, rushing out the door as you open it.

Today you didn’t have much plans, just walking along the fields and training against the wildlife a bit. Wormtoes and shoecoons commonly came out of the ditches around here, much to the joy of your swestoat as she flame wheeled them just as fast back into the tall grass. Maybe some swestoats preferred shooting fire, but yours really seemed to really prefer getting physical. Days like this you hardly had to command her, simply just walk along the seemingly endless farm fields on this dusty dirt road. After burning countless feet the sun was high in the sky and you noticed your faithful pokémon was more than drenched in sweat, so you felt now was the right time for lunch.

Shimmering with sweat she noticed you lowering your backpack and immediately ran back to greet you. Before you can even set the bag down she is already running right into your awkwardly crouched chest, nuzzling you and quickly soaking your shirt. You love her but damn, you would almost think she was purposefully using your shirt to dry off. She was always excited for lunch, though her affection for it was getting as physical as her attacks. She’s grabbing onto your side as you take out her favorite, moomoo milk protein shakes, top trainers recommended a diet like this for a growing swestoat. As you contemplate the training diet you’ve been working on, swestoat nuzzles a little too low startling you. You almost drop the bottles as you quickly shift your legs to avoid the unbecoming grip your pokémon almost makes.

Raising a bottle to her she quickly raises her head and thankfully moves to accept it. Your grateful to have a pokémon like her, but she has been a bit overbearing lately. Looking up at her she has barely gotten the cap off and is already guzzling the contents down. You sip your own bottle, the thick concoction makes drinking more than even a third of the bottle difficult. Meanwhile swestoat has already emptied her container, gasping for air after chugging the entire thing. You were lucky these shakes were cheap, because she seems to drink through them like water. Makes sense such an active pokémon would eat like this, although you kind of wish she wouldn’t eat like a guzzlord.

Reaching for her discarded bottle, before you can even turn around, she has already snatched your unfinished drink. If you didn’t know better, she even smirked at you before immediately downing the remnants of your lunch. You weren’t planning on finishing it, but you can’t help but chide her, “Oh come on, that one was mine!” Despite your complaints she finishes it with ease, though she looks a little sorry about it afterwards rubbing the back of her head. “It’s fine, let’s head back,” you call out as she follows behind, diligently tossing the empty bottle back into your backpack. Huh? For some reason you didn’t think she was smart enough to do something like that without any prompting, maybe you don’t give your pokémon enough credit?

The walk back towards your small but cozy place is mostly uneventful, kicking rocks while swestoat bounds beside you picking off the occasional weenee, until you spot a large shape on the horizon. Oh no, not this faggot again. In the distance you can already make out your closest neighbor’s rotund figure and rather large fedora. This asshole took the trainer code way too seriously, when you moved in you so much as looked at him and he was already sending his pokémon against your new sweasel despite the obvious level difference. You’re pretty sure this guy has been going out of his way to cross paths with you after you refused to pay him for tenderizing your pokémon.

Gesturing for your swestoat to walk close by, you prepare to walk past him. It made you feel like an autismo but you went out of your way to keep your eyes low, no need to make any trouble. Before you can fully pass you hear swestoat let out an uncharacteristic growl, startling you a little bit. You nudge her a bit to keep moving as you hear behind you, “Stay away kid, a real trainer is walking by.” Fuck him. I’m fucking twenty. Screw this guy. Despite the obvious provocation you make sure to keep moving, you would hate seeing your only pokémon faint again, not to mention how far you would have to rush to reach the nearest Poké Center.

The sun was already setting over the horizon as you closed the door to your apartment. Swestoat still looked a bit upset since your encounter with your neighbor. You felt bad for her, reaching down and running your hand along the length of her back, running through her soft orange fur, absolutely soaked in warm sweat. She always like to be pet, her expression immediately softened as a result. She wiggled a bit under your fingers and arched her back, maybe she was a little too into petting.

Looking at the clock you stopped and mentioned, “We should probably get to bed early, we’ll be going into town tomorrow.” While your swestoat looked disappointed to stop the petting, she seemed to understand and jumped onto the bed. Perhaps some would find it weird you let your pokémon onto your bed, but she really enjoyed it and the heating has always been shit here. Laying down into bed you were reminded your swestoat truly was better than any portable heater, the bed already becoming nice and comfy, if a bit damp.

It had been a few hours, and yet you still couldn’t fall asleep. The bed may have been nice with your companion warming it, but you were still thinking about that asshole neighbor. The dim red light of your alarm clock barely illuminated your single room apartment, stacks of boxes and books you planned to unpack but didn’t have the room for still sitting in the corners. Looking to your side you saw swestoat cuddled right into your side, it was cute as hell so you made no effort to dissuade her from doing this. Man, when you really get up there as a trainer, that guy is going down. Imagine flashing all eight badges before his stunned face only to mega evolve your musweat right before him. But before you can figure out another elaborate scenario to beat him, your attention is caught by a loud groaning from your pokémon’s stomach. Was she already hungry again? Her face scrunched in discomfort and he could feel her sweat a little harder. Oh, wait you know what this was.

As if on cue the sound of a muffled trumpet rang out from next to you, your swestoat’s face relaxing beside you with a soft sigh. You’ve known about her little problem for a long time, perhaps it was the training diet, but she seemed to have “issues” at night. It was adorable when she was a little sweasal, but these nightly outbursts got less endearing when she became so much larger. Though she looked happy, it was your turn to sweat as the atmosphere underneath the blankets became unreasonably warm. You often slept through it, but if you were ever awake at his hour it was hard to ignore. Lifting the blanket off yourself you realized your mistake too late, now the trapped gas cloud escaped the confines of your sheets and assaulted your nose. You could have sworn a skunktank had gotten into your room, but you endured the smell with a quiet groan. Fanning the fumes away, you slumped back into the bed, ready to sleep.

Swestoat’s stomach seems to disagree though, because as soon as you relax back into place, she releases a horridly wet blast against you. It sounded like a drowning farfetch’d, but you knew from experience this was purely from all the collected sweat. Despite your initial disgust, the warm vibrations feel good on a primal level you would never admit. Wait… Oh Arceus why? You groggily realize you’re half-mast as a direct result of that steamy burst. You know this area has a reputation for it, but you are not a Poké-fucker damnit! Rolling onto your other side, you endure the fallout of your bed guest and eventually manage to finally fall asleep.

Your eyes open as furry arms shake you lightly. “Huh, what?” you groggily mutter as you see your pokémon excitedly waking you up. Memories of last night come rushing back as you can still smell remnants of expired moomoo milk in the air. You do your best to shake it out of your head as your pokémon excitedly hops out of bed. You realize she probably wasn’t even aware of her own digestion problem given it seemed to only happen in her sleep, but that’s more than enough thinking about this subject. Getting your jacket and boots from their lazily made pile when you discarded them yesterday, you watch her eagerly do little jumping jacks by the door. She really does get excited to go to town, probably the biggest excitement she has in your relatively quiet life. Dressed kind of lazily you boot open the door and swestoat excitedly prances outside, doing circles around your bike. You certainly didn’t have the money for a car, so for now you ride your bike to get around. Your companion used to ride around in the basket as a sweasal, but now far too big she hops on the back of the seat with you.

You felt kind of lame riding your bike with your pokémon gripping your back like you were speeding on a motorcycle, but it’s not like there were many around to judge. The only thing around for miles other than the little complex you lived at was now mostly barren fields and a few trees already changing color. Feeling the early fall breeze as you gain speed pedaling, you’re reminded you probably brought too thin of a jacket for the chill. Lucky for you however you feel strangely warm in the face of this chilly wind, looking back you realize your swestoat has tightened her grip on your back, keeping the cold out of your bones. Maybe she was just trying to keep her balance with the bumps, but you felt happy with this little moment. The moment didn’t last long however.

Looking up you realize too late a familiar face is passing by. Without even thinking about it you’ve already locked eyes with your neighbor, and he quickly smirks in response. You thought of speeding up to get past, but your plan was dashed quickly as that fat bastard blocked your path. Skidding to a stop he looks at you dead on, “It’s about time I get that money you owe me.” You try to keep calm, but seeing him tip his fedora and take on a pose he probably thinks is immensely intimidating gets your blood boiling. Swestoat seems to agree with you as she starts to growl from behind you. “Ha, why don’t you and your little girlfriend face me like a real trainer?” he proclaimed, pushing his words through his dorito-dust encrusted beard. Man, fuck this guy, if anyone fucks pokémon its this neckbeard.

You know what, you and swestoat have been training, screw avoiding this guy. Your pokémon seems to agree without even saying anything, hopping surprisingly gracefully off the bike to your side. “You know what? Yeah, I think I will take that challenge!” you yelled, perhaps a bit louder than you intended. “Ah, so the coward does have a spine!” your neighbor returned as he rummaged through his jet-black fanny bag with one hand and tilted his glasses with the other. In a moment his fingerless gloves returned with a premier ball spotted with orange fingerprints, “Go Fluffurry!” Oh, wow. You guess the memory of your sweasal being defeated overshadowed how nonthreatening his pokémon really looks. It’s not even evolved into a firesona yet? Especially next to your larger than average swestoat you’re beginning to wonder why you even felt afraid of this guy.

Before you can think how to start your opponent bellows, “Leafe blade, now!” A blade of grass spurts from the furry pokémon’s hand and narrowly misses the already clearly pissed swestoat. He may not look strong, but you can’t take any chances, no way you’re losing to this guy again. “Folded over a thousand times, no one can handle my blade!” he boasts at the top of his lungs, the threat heard by no one but the weenees off the road while you concentrate. “Flame wheel!” you shouted and swestoat does a flaming cartwheel right into your opponent, sending them flying back. “Lucky shot!” he yells. As fluffury regains its composure and distances itself he continues, “Use cotton guard!” You look onward as the opposing pokémon seems to grow far fluffier, practically a ball of hair now you wonder what good this will do him.

It doesn’t matter how much hair it has, you’ll burn right through, “Flame wheel him again swestoat!” you call out. Swestoat rolls right out, but to your shock she practically bounces of the floof of your opponent. “Come back in a hundred years when you can handle me!” taunts the douche across from you. Soon the fluffury is marching towards your pokémon while you start to panic. You really only taught your swestoat physical moves, what the hell can you do now? Before you can think of what to do, it looks like swestoat has a plan and charges towards them. “No, fire wheel won’t work!” you say half to yourself as swestoat charges. Though instead of doing a flaming charge she simply tackles her opponent to the ground, pinning down its legs with her arms, facing the opposite way of the now downed foe. While you try to desperately think of a way to take advantage of this unplanned maneuver, a loud gurgling interrupts your train of thought. What could that possibly be, some large wild pokémon interrupting your battle? No, a quick look around confirms nothing in the surrounding fields.

With a loud slapping noise from a coating sweat, your head swivels to see your pokémon SLAM her rear end into the fluffury’s face. Oh no… You think you’ve figured out her plan. Before anyone can really react the sound of hundreds of bubbles bursting practically detonates out around the otherwise silent road. Though it must have been really muffled by the astounding fur of your enemy, it was so loud you couldn’t help but cringe. Your face must have turned red as the rumbling cacophony went on for what felt like an eternity, though realistically around ten seconds straight, the fluffury falling limp only halfway through. You are absolutely stunned, you are still trying to process exactly what happened when your thoughts are interrupted by a loud “FUCK!”

“You cheater, you probably bred a swestoat with poison gas, just to trick me!” Your eyes are still glued on your sweastoat though, watching her peel off the fainted fluffury with a loud squelch from her sweaty behind, the damn thing didn’t stand a chance with the fur trapping that explosion. You could even swear she looked right at you and winked while doing it. It’s getting really hard to forget about last night. In your stupor you barely notice your neighbor retrieve his pokémon and angrily thrust a wad of bills into your hand while leaving. Feeling the weight of the money in your hands you finally realize, you won! Now you’ve even got spending money for town!

As you walk up to your winner, you’re stopped by a bright light. You’ve only seen this once before. Unless it was an intense sun glare, she must be evolving! You watch as her outline seems to get bigger, and bigger. You almost get worried when the ball of light gets even taller than you. Then the glow dies down, and standing where your swestoat was is now a musweat. You’re positively overjoyed, all this hard work is paying off! As you walk closer though it dawns on you, just how tall is this pokémon? You wouldn’t call yourself tall, but this pokémon must have six inches on you, at least! Before you can say anything your musweat eagerly walks to your nearly forgotten bike. Oh, right. We were going to town…

You flip up the bike and your companion eagerly jumps on the back with a squeal of protest from the bike. Looking at her poised and ready to go you realize riding this bike is going to be a whole lot harder now. Squeezing on, you both uncomfortably manage to share the seat, though when you start pedaling the extra weight becomes readily apparent. Barely moving at a goodra’s pace you stop and look up at your blissfully oblivious pokémon. “Uh… I know you like riding with me but… maybe you could run beside me while I bike now?” you propose. With a huff she seems to get what you’re saying and stands beside the bike. Like a coach you start riding your bike while musweat effortlessly keeps pace beside you. While this is definitely faster, you feel some regret having her get off your bike. Looking to your side you eventually notice how she now runs solely on her hind legs, before always sprinting on all fours. You find your eyes drifting downwards with her trickling sweat, down to her voluptuous, very human looking behin… You quickly abandon this train of thought and keep focused on the empty road ahead of you.

Eventually you make it to the small town nearby, almost no one around on the little streets while you slow down to a halt in front of the only Poké Mart. You think you can spot a trainer and his optimisteel walking down the sidewalk further ahead, but you don’t have any reason to look into it more. Looking back at musweat, she is excitedly eyeing the inside of the store through the window. You can’t help but notice she is positively coated in a layer of sweat. Looking closer though you notice none of her sweat seems to drip on the ground. As musweat starts to press her face against the glass, the window starts to fog up and obscure her own view. You finally realize, her own sweat is turning to steam with her heightened body temperature. You only grow more impressed by her intense heat as you approach and can literally feel the warmth emanating off her in the chilly air.

Happy to be warmed up again, you push past her and open the doors so she can stride into the store behind you. To start off you look for the basics, browsing the berries, getting batteries, nothing too special. Musweat on the other hand is captivated by the rows of colorful boxes, often sliding a paw across a row of items and leaving a little trail of sweat. You thought it was cute, but you have to imagine it annoyed the young teenage clerk behind the counter. Thinking about it your whole apartment probably has her musk on it, you must just stop noticing it after a while. While thinking about this it’s only a few minutes before you reach her favorite aisle, the health aisle, teeming with a variety of unique protein shakes. She licks her lips quickly and her eyes dart around the colorful selection. An idea hits you, “Well you’re the one who won us this extra money, so choose whatever you like.” Before you even finish speaking, she has already eagerly grabbed an armful of random boxes and dumped them in the cart. “Okay… Maybe a little less than that?”

Though she pouted about not buying everything, you still came back home with an obscene amount of food. It might have cost a bit more than you won, but damn was it worth it seeing her so happy right now. “Slow down a bit!” you playfully scold while she drinks two vastly different flavored shakes at once. She already drank a whole container of six bottles, and you were starting to hope this was just a celebration and not her new calorie intake. You were in no rush to get to bed and sat on your tiny couch to watch television, musweat eventually leaving her stash of food and laying down with her head in your lap.

Previously she would have mostly fit on your lap, so it was weird having her take up so much more space, but whatever, you both quickly got comfortable. With her laying against you like this you could easily feel that she had developed a bit of a gut, probably a side effect of her recent binge. It was no issue though, you’re sure she would work off whatever she added soon enough. With the couch nice and warm from your companion, you’re content to pet her head and barely register what could be happening on the news. She seems to love the petting though, rolling a bit in place, getting her sweat all across the couch and your clothes. It wasn’t a problem at this point, you were simply too comfy. As the hours ticked by your eyes grew heavy, and before long everything faded out.

You think you’re having a dream. You’re stuck in place and the ground seems to rumble around you. What on earth is happening? Focusing your blurry vision in the low light you realize your predicament. After falling asleep it looks like your musweat has shifted, pinning you down with her gut, rear in the air on your lap. You groggily think about going to your actual bed, but the idea is swiftly discarded when you see her peaceful face and decide you shouldn’t wake her up. Leaning back and getting comfortable, you figure getting back to sleep is the best idea, but its hard to get comfortable when her gut is rumbling like a pot of boiling water on top of you. Not really thinking about the implications, you simply relax and close your eyes.

That is until moments later, you hear a soft little grunt before the sound of a starting lawnmower tears through your quiet room. With the heat and force of a hair dryer, gallons of fetid gasses rush past your face as you realize too late what danger you’re in. The smell is indescribable, something akin to a heated compost pile of berries, probably the result of mixing so many flavors. Your eyes even begin to tear up a bit from the blinding heat and malodorous stench, this is not good. Despite your dawning horror, it would seem one piece of you is in disagreement, standing proud against the warm mass currently on top of you. Sweet Arceus this is bad. Quickly looking around the dim room you try to think of a plan, before spotting the glint of eyes looking straight at you.

Oh no. You’ve been found out. This cannot be good. Quickly trying to think of a way to hide your shame, you can’t see any that wouldn’t involving throwing your own pokémon off you. Starting to sweat as much as a musweat your brain is going into overdrive processing this scenario. While you fail to move, musweat instead moves herself for you, releasing your lap but also bringing her face close to yours. “Uh-,” is all you can stammer before she gives you a half-lidded look and forces her mouth on yours. Out of instinct you try to move back, but she’s already on top of you, you couldn’t budge an inch. Her long tongue snakes into your mouth while she wriggles her body across yours, quickly soaking your clothes in a mixture of both your sweat.

“That’s it!” you realize thinking back on how she would so frequently rug against you and rummage through your clothes. “She must have been trying to get her scent on me this whole time,” you think, the implications of this behavior now obvious as she practically grinds against you. You knew musweats were prone to intense behavior when they went into heat, but did she really start this early? Or has she just been hiding it well for a while now? Your body feels impossibly warm as she almost wraps around you, and her tongue as hot as cocoa explores your mouth. She finally releases her mouth after a torturous amount of time with a loud gasp for air, leaving you with the sweet remnants of her shakes to taste. You’re certainly not fighting it anymore, but your mind is so overwhelmed you hardly act at all. This doesn’t faze your musweat though, as she pushes you down into the cushions, deftly removing your pajama pants with only her hind legs. At this point you have no idea what to expect, until she grabs you into another kiss while you can feel her push her ass directly into your crotch. Unable to resist you can feel her release another rumbling monster right against your erection, the warm stimulation almost too much to handle while she softly moaned into your mouth.

Shortly breaking the kiss, she looks at your clueless face with nothing but pure lust, before slowly lowering herself on top of your manhood.  You can only grit your teeth as it feels like your cock is entering a furnace. You think of bucking your hips but she’s holding you too firmly to even try, you can only sink back further into the cushions as she slowly takes you all the way in. Looking down at you she gives a little smirk before quickly rising up and slamming back down. The force is almost too much to handle but you hold on. Now she’s started to repeat this faster, and faster. The wet slapping of your soaked bodies sings a duet with your straining couch as you feel your climax draw nearer and nearer. Lucky for you it looks like she can’t handle her own pace that much longer, and in one last thrust you find yourself shooting load after load into her convulsing tunnel without a second thought. Your mind is nothing but a daze while your musweat moans loudly into your ear, this just doesn’t seem real.

And almost as fast as it started, the action dies down as you both collapse onto the little loveseat. Both her hair and your own was slicked with sweat and matted in every direction, the couch a mess of multiple fluids, and the room still stank to high heaven. Despite this though, you felt content, and it seemed she did as well, curling right up and dozing off right on top of you. Guess you weren’t getting up to the bed after all. Before you can fall asleep though, you see her sleeping face scrunch before releasing another heated hell storm into the already ruined air of your apartment. You can’t stay mad though as her expression softens and she rests deeper on top of you, guess some things never change. Closing your eyes again you have an epiphany. “Damn it, I really am a poke-fucker.”