GOODRA (/d/ version)

I walked completely naked into the deepest part of the cave.

Rainfall Peaks wasn't too far from town, but the locals knew to stay away. Still, it had a reputation as the go-to place for the kids and youngsters to hang out and have sex with each other. Occasionally, you'd hear about someone who was caught fucking their Pokemon in the cave. Even rarer were the ones like me who wanted to fuck the wild Pokemon.

The caves were vast and it wasn't long before I was completely lost. There was a river nearby that ran through the network of underground tunnels, so it always ended up hot and humid. I must have been really deep inside when I met the Goodra, because the air was completely thick with moisture, making it hard to breathe.

Well, I wasn't entirely naked. I had shoes and my Pokegear. Before long, the ground began to get slimy, making it difficult to continue, but I pressed on for my needs. As I went, it got thicker. I figured this was the best way to find a Goodra. The surface of the slime was rather slick, making me feel like I could slip and fall at any time. Despite that, it was less than a quarter inch thick, and I could feel my feet sinking and sticking as I walked.

It felt like I was walking in circles for at least half an hour, still lost, the goo getting thicker still. The passages started to look familiar and then I realized something. I had been following the Goodra all along, and it was leading me in circles to tire me out!

I heard a noise behind me. Instinctively, I whipped my head backwards to look, on guard.

Nothing.

I felt a presence in front of me and I pensively turned around slowly. There stood a massive Goodra, just inches from my face, his warm breath being exhaled onto me and clinging to my naked young body. My cock immediately stiffened, as I was taken aback and fell backwards in surprise.

The slimy floor cushioned my fall, but I sunk into the half-inch goo as it made a horrible squelching noise and practically glued me to the floor. The more I struggled, the stronger it seemed to get as it covered more of my body. Admittedly, it did feel really good on my genitals, but at the time I was too panicked to notice. Goodra seemed amused that I fell and seemed to be sizing me up.

"H-hi, I ... a-aaah...!"

I could barely think or talk, my heart was racing a mile a minute. Why did I even try to talk? It was a Pokemon, it couldn't understand me! I eventually calmed myself enough to notice the Goodra really was massive - down there. His sack was bloated and was easily as wide as one of my arms. His cock looked like it was as thick as my leg, and it looked flaccid. I winced at the thought of how big it could get.

The Goodra noticed I was ... "inspecting" him, and licked his lips as he swayed around slowly, his rump easily larger than my body. I saw his fat asshole, a deep purple compared to the rest of his body. It was puckered and puffy, like a gigantic doughnut, hungry for attention. That was the last thing I saw.

My cock was painfully erect at this point, and the weight of the Goodra's hind easily pinned me to the cave floor. Not that I was having any luck with the slime all over the place, but I was effectively his slave now. My hands and lower body were the only things free from his ass, and my head was placed most unfortunately of all, and with all the thick, slimy folds of skin everywhere, breathing wasn't something I could do, either.

The puckered asshole easily covered my face, the warm dragon hole feeling surprisingly comforting as I struggled below. I could feel it twitch and squeeze my face tightly, as if my head was teasing him. I thought I heard the dragon giggle despite this, but it was probably just my imagination.

I stuck my tongue out.

I don't know why. I just did it. I know that's what I came here to do, to fuck a Pokemon, but this felt ... different. His whole body was covered in thick, warm slime. It tasted ... a little coppery but not bad. I stuck my tongue out a second time, a third. Again. Before long, I worked into a rhythm. I felt his hips slide back and forth, his weight sliding across my body as his fat asshole never left my face. He still didn't let me breathe.

I easily fit my jaw into his hole too, then my forehead. I felt his ring give off an overwhelming amount of pressure. He could have probably crushed me in a moment if he wanted to, but he didn't. I kept working my tongue until my jaw muscles ached. I felt something grab my head from behind and try to push me in deeper, and then pull me back out.

My cock got even slicker, this time from my precum. I still couldn't breathe, and felt like I was about to pass out. I started to struggle even harder, as his hand held me in place. I couldn't move my arms, but I wanted to punch his thick hide, to scream, to do anything to escape. I heard a distant rumble, and felt the pressure break past me before I could realize what was happening.

The Goodra gave me some air to breathe, but it came from him.

It didn't smell like anything, but I was desperate. I greedily inhaled as much as possible, my cock going crazy, not knowing when or if I would be allowed to breathe again. His doughnut crashed against my face again and again as he must have been working his slimy cock. He let go another firm wave of air, and I couldn't take it, as I began to shoot cum hands-free all over his sack.

As my orgasm died down, I tried again to inhale, but was only greeted with the walls of his ring. I wanted to struggle but I couldn't, I was just too tired. Again, at the moment I thought I would pass out, he lifted off of me, the weight of his body off my chest, the awful humidity of the moist caves assaulting my lungs, but I could breathe. I could see and feel strands of thick goo peel apart between my face and his ring.



I spent a few moments gasping and recovering, not sure of what to do next. I was dizzy from the experience, and still couldn't free myself from the goo. I was almost horrified by what happened next.

The Goodra slapped down his huge cock on my chest, smiling. The whole mass must have weighed at least 50 lbs. I looked at the peeled back head and saw his oozing cockhole. It was crawling with small, white, pinky-sized worms!

His cock seemed to bulge and churn of its own accord. I looked closely and could see small bulges circlating along the shaft, within his balls too. He grabbed the base of his cock by both hands, which was thick even for him, and slowly squeezed them all the way to the tip. Hundreds of these worms oozed out as his hole was widened, his cock hungry for more attention.

I felt them wetly land on my body and saw them, felt them spasm and crawl towards the nearest warm hole - my own 6" dick. Attracted by my spent cum, they crawled up my shaft, a few a time, and pried my cockhead open as they began to sink inside me one after another. Nothing had ever been in my cock before, so the pain was excruciating. I felt them go deep inside me, the pain slowly working their way towards my sack.

My attention was divided between the invasive worms and the Goodra's cock which began to slide up and down my body. Occasionally, it would spasm and vomit out more white worms onto my body, which began to seek my cock out.

I managed to catch a glimpse at my sack, despite his hard fucking. It had swollen from being cuppable to being a little larger than a baseball. It was even starting to turn a deep purple, like him. It seemed to be crawling from the inside, as was my shaft. I felt so full. I felt ... that I wanted to hug his cock, suck on it, and give him pleasure; my needs were secondary to his.

As my balls began to get painfully large, the Goodra's pace sped up. It seemed he was out of worms, for now. My cock was a mess. Disappointed, I opened my mouth for him to finish. After a few more powerful thrusts, I felt him orgasm. Only half of his fat mushroom tip could fit into my jaw without breaking or dislocating it, and I felt it strain. I'm surprised it didn't.

Thick, hot ropes splashed deep against my throat as I gagged and struggled to find my composure. I had short, ragged breaths as he scooped me off the ground and curled up around me. It seemed it was nap time, for him. He slid my tired, aching, abused body between his legs, allowing me to sleep between his cheeks, thankfully letting me breathe, but ever close to his powerful ring.

My Pokegear was recording the whole thing, but it soon ran out of battery as the lights dimmed.

And that's how I caught my first Pokemon.
(sometimes he lets me leave the cave)