My Naughty Florges: Origin (Demo)

"Be aware that using a stone to evolve a pokemon will prevent it from learning any new moves from its previous evolution."

The words from my school instructor echoed from my head as I lay pinned down by the vines formed from my Florges.  In vain I have tried to struggle and cry for mercy as she giggled at my pleas, constantly bouncing upon my dick to no end. Each collision with her hips impales it into her impossibly tight pussy, creating an even larger pool of sweat and sex, yet she continues to giggle at the same pace of her rhythm. It looks like she is enjoying the pleasure, though I believe she is enjoying my humiliation more than any act of copulation. I try to look away from what is happening to me, but her eyes gave me the same sultry look she gave me from the first time she evolved, incapacitating my will to turn away.

The black diamonds that covered her chest are off and now reveal two B-cup breast and (what I presume) one erect bulb on each globe that appears ready to be suckled by any passerby.  She takes note of my gaze, smiles, and loosen the grip of her vines enough for her to pull my face into her chest, with my mouth placed directly onto her left nipple.  I uncontrollably suckle it, having the unique flavor of her spread into my mouth.  It’s almost indescribable, like how the scent of a flower has an incomprehensible scent.  And yet, no fluid escapes, no matter how much I pull into my mouth.  Instead, I was rewarded wit more of this strong scent and more of her giggles, which convinces her to resumes her pace of grinding onto my lower body.  As much as I fear what I am seeing, my body continues to betray my thoughts, as I grunt and grope her lithe body in synch with her giggling.

Her face lowers down to mine, hovering mere millimeters apart.  From here, I can feel her breath on my face, each pant giving off that same unusual, sweet scent.  She presses her body onto mine, her nipples poking and prodding my chest.  Our lips collide once again, quite forceful on her part.  Her tongue invades my taste and puts an even stronger scent into my body.  I can feel it, my will to struggle leaving from each whiff of the scent.  Could it be that she’s using another move on me? Is she planning on making me comfortable or is she just tired of my struggling?  Even if we were close friends, I still could not understand her reasoning for this.  Still, I feel quite shocked that she still has more moves than I knew of after that fateful day…

Suddenly, laughter can be heard from her previous giggles, as she suddenly picks up the pace of our (one-sided, mind you) fucking. I could feel a sense of increased tightness around my dick, and knew that the inevitable is arising.  As I await for my eventual need to release, my thoughts began to ponder about how it came to this. Why has she changed so greatly from the sweet and mischievous Floette that I once had? Where has my innocent pokemon picked up these techniques of sex?  Why was I unable to see any signs of change? Just......why?

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1 year ago...