Pokephilic Breeding Thread 6: Frustrations

Pokephilic Breeding Thread 6: Frustrations
Tags: Pokephilia, 'Ficticious NonFiction', Non-Story Format

[Video start]
[Edit is a hard cut in, this camera had been filming a while before this clip began]
[Camera is placed on the floor, looking up. It’s at the end of a living room, with a full view of a couch]
Pippa sits watching something on the TV, dressed only in a t-shirt four sizes too big. Argus lays with his head in her lap, she’s gently stroking his head. He’s imposing for a Luxray, easily bigger than Pippa, and over one an a half times her weight.
His tail flicks as he looks up at Pippa, who doesn’t look away from the TV. She’s clearly bored.
He nuzzles his face up her shirt and into her groin, where she instantly shoves him away and folds her legs.
	“For… what, the eighth time now? I’m watching the show,” she says, making certain to look away so he can’t see the half-smirk on her face.
	“Ray?” he says, his voice a deep rumble that shakes the camera.
	“You heard me.”
He cocks his head, but lays it back down.
This lasts all of a few seconds before he tries nuzzling her again.
Pippa stands up, “I said no.”
Argus frowns, his eyes light yellow as he looks her up and down.
	“Lux?” there’s an electric crackle in his voice this time.
Pippa starts cleaning up the small table to the side of the couch, “What? You think just because I’m a breeder means you get to have me whenever? How disrespectful!” Her tone is overwrought, she does a poor job of suppressing her smirk, so she keeps her back to him.
Argus sits up, his chest puffing out.
	“Ux!” he barks.
	“I’m a strong independent woman Argus. I get to say no. You’re just being entitled now.”
	“Ray!” the camera violently rattles as he raises his voice.
	“’Not the deal’?” she faces him, “Honey, you’ve gotta learn to go without sometime…”
Argus’s tail wavers. He looks her up and down again.
	“Luxray.”
	“Oh, I like that. ‘Whatever you want’. I always knew you were a model husband!”
She kisses him on the snout before walking out of frame.
[A fridge door opens]
	“Luxray?” he says, the growl light this time.
	“I don’t care that you’re frustrated. I’m not in the mood.”
[Fridge door shuts]
	“… Ray?”
	“That’s nice you think I’m pretty, still not in the mood.”
Pippa rounds the couch, placing an unopened can on the table. Before she can sit at her spot, Argus slaps down a massive paw on the cushion.
	“Ray…”
	“Talk about it? Sorry Argus, that sounds like a you problem and something that I’m not going to deal with right now.”
	“Lux…” a sinister edge comes to his voice.
	“Oh big man here thinks he can tell me what to do. Do you ever think with anything other than your dick?”
	“Lux! Lux, lux, lux!”
	“Disrespecting you?” Pippa has to momentarily hide her face in her hand, “where on earth did you think I had to respect you?”
Argus looks her up and down once more, clearly confused and angry.
As Pippa turns to sit down, Argus snaps. He rears up and bites down on Pippa’s hair.
	“Hey wait-”
He stands, pulling her back onto the couch, before pushing forward, pressing her face into the armrest.
Pippa winds up clambering to all fours, “The hell are-”
He slides the shirt up with one paw, running it around her body and over her flat chest. He flexes his pads over her exposed nipple, gripping onto it as best as he can, squeezing it. His other forepaw grips into her shoulder, claws extend, digging into the shirt.
His phallus extending from its sheath, threads of precum run from tip to fur. It takes a moment for it to reach its full size, up to the lowest of his ribs. Its spines extend as he flexes it, trying to get the blood flowing and the bone to sit right.
It’s plainly visible on the camera that rivulets of pussy moisture are running down her legs.
	“Argus, what do you think you’re-” a hand snaps to her mouth as he enters her. It’s not gentle.
As soon as the tip breaches her threshold, he grits his teeth and yanks back on her hair as he ploughs into her - the hand over her mouth the only reason her teeth don’t meet the armrest.
	“LUXRAY!” he growls as he pounds into her. His eyes light as sparks of electricity run over his fur, standing it on end.
Her skin goosebumps and hair stands on end as more and more static gathers.
The speed and power of his thrusts cause the couch to whine and creak meanwhile Pippa’s body is yanked so taut, and impaled so deep, she can’t foster enough air in her lungs to make any noise outside a strained squeak. The electricity flowing to her from Argus tightening her muscles further still.
It doesn’t take Argus long to come close to climax - more electricity builds.
Pippa meanwhile has dug her fingers into the armrest, knuckles white and trembling.
A couple moments later, Argus ploughs as deep as he physically can into her and holds it there, the electricity across his body discharging into Pippa.
She convulses for less than a second as her body compensates for the shock, her body rendered so tight she can’t even breathe. It’s not the Argus isn’t trying to thrust, it’s that the electricity has caused Pippa’s body to clamp down so tightly he can’t move inside her.
She lets out a crackling sound as her eyes roll back, the shock rendering it so she can feel every tiny detail of his member, every hook buried into her pussyflesh.
It takes a moment for their bodies to relax, and another after for the shuddering to cease.
Pippa tries to move out from under him, but Argus tightens his grip. Instead, he pushes her down into the couch so that she lies flat, lays on top of her without even pulling out and almost immediately falls asleep.
Pippa prods him a couple of times, and when he proves unresponsive, she smiles, scratches behind his ear, and returns her attention back to the TV.
[There’s brief fadeout on the clip]
[The light is different, time has passed]
Argus blinks back awake to see Pippa under him. He gets up, in a panic, causing Pippa to look over her shoulder.
	“Lux…”
She rolls over, his cum still leaking out of her pussy, “Hey sweetie, are you okay?”
	“Lux… ray…” concern falls on his face.
	“Oh… honey, you thought I was…” Pippa looks horrified, “Sweetie I… Oh my god, Argus, honey, calm down.”
	“Ray!”
	“Argus! It’s alright. This one’s on me, I’m sorry!”
	“Ray?”
She reaches up and strokes his face, “You know I like that whole, proud warrior, alpha male who gets his way and gets shit done side of you. You know that I’m attracted to that!”
	“Lux…”
	“No, no, you didn’t lose your temper and rape me- okay, that’s literally exactly what you just did-”
	“Luxray…”
	“Let me finish! It’s what I wanted you to do!”
	“Ray?”
	“You’ve been down in the dumps lately, feeling useless and sorry for yourself. I wanted that strong alpha male back.”
He looks away from her, ashamed.
	“Do I have to slap it back into you?”
He glances up at her.
	“Argus. Listen. I’m not one of those prissy demanding bitches who wants a man who they can wrap around their little finger. If I wanted that I’d have married a Kalosian Furret.”
	“Luxray… Ray.”
	“… I’m… sorry, I shouldn’t have…” she hugs him, “I’m sorry.”
There’s a brief silence.
	“Been a bit of a rift between us since we got settled into this breeding gig, we let it grow and here we are.”
Argus examines her but doesn’t speak.
	“I… was stupid and selfish. Here I am, best job ever, having the time of my life and getting paid through the nose for it… and I did it at the expense of you. You miss our trainer days don’t you? Where you provided for me out on the road? The endless adventure?”
He nods.
	“I’ve pulled the rug of your role as husband out from under you, didn’t I? You don’t provide for me and protect me anymore…”
He nods faster.
	“And as a result I’ve been… neglecting my end of the bargain.”
She looks to the floor.
	“… Ray…”
Pippa smirks, reaching down and grabbing his flaccid member, gently biting her bottom lip.
He cocks his head.
	“I’ve been neglecting my wifely duties, now seems a good a time as any to make up for that.”
	“Ray-”
Satisfied at its regained hardness, she digs her fingers into his fur and slides him inside, “What do I mean? How about, you fuck the answer of that out of me?”
Argus starts, each thrust careful, tentative.
	“I thought I made my boundaries - or lack thereof - clear, back when we were young enough to be stupid about this.”
Argus doesn’t speak, but stares at her intently as she rocks her hips to the gentle rhythm forming.
	“I’m going to reiterate them then, the way I see my wifely duties. I get the whole girl power crap and whatnot but we lost something good y’know-” she pauses as a moan forces itself from her lips, her eyes hooding as she grinds for a moment, before settling back into the rhythm, “We’ve decided that a healthy society has to come at the price of a man’s duties as husband - and I don’t like that. I’m attracted to strong men, or rather…” she runs a hand over his face, “The strong man who used tooth and claw to protect me, the strong man who kept me fed and warm, the strong man who was always there, and always will be no matter how hard the floor of my life falls from under me. The strong man…” she leans forward, biting her lip, “who just grabbed me by the hair and took what was rightfully his!”
Her eyes hood again as Argus licks the back of her neck, gently ‘biting’ it, running the tips of his razor sharp teeth lightly over her delicate flesh.
	“So, how’s about it, I am yours, unquestioningly, yours. It’s been nagging at me, you keep waiting your turn like a good boy scout when you’re clearly ‘frustrated’ and I’m fucking some other pokemon. The Argus I married would have ripped him off and taken me right there and then. The Argus I married had balls.”
Argus slows down a for a moment, his face contorting in worry. Pippa grinds on him, not letting him stop. She grabs him by the snout, “Here’s the new deal. Wherever. Whenever. Yours. I’m asleep? So what. Yours. I’m with another pokemon? So what. Yours. I’m doing something important? It can wait. Yours. You. First. Always.”
	“Ray-”
	“That’s the good nature I’ve been abusing, the good nature I’ve been neglecting. No more. I want to have your kittens one day, we need our shit sorted if we’re going to do that.”
	“Lux?”
	“Wifely duties sweetie,” Pippa’s face freezes as she shudders, a small orgasm tracing its way up her body.
	“Luxray-”
	“Oh, you need to stop watching those TV shows. Everything is bad and gives you cancer and is unacceptable and immoral and… Our bedroom - not theirs. As your wife…” She leans right into his ear, “I say fuck those moral arbiters. If I want to be used as your fucktoy, your cum receptacle, then that’s MY decision. If you want a blowjob with breakfast, you grab me by the hair and make me choke on that gorgeous lion cock of yours,” she wraps her legs around him and grinds faster, “if you want to fuck my arse dry, you don’t even need to give me warning, just force it in and use me!”
The grinding increases in tempo, Argus, more relaxed, accelerates with her, “There’s nothing I think about more than you inside me sweetie, none of my memories more fond than when I lost my virginity to you. You were gentle then, but oh, how I fantasised about you just losing your temper, tearing my tent open and taking your fill of my pussy no matter how much I cried, screamed or fought.”
She kisses him on the lips. Before long, Argus opens his mouth a little wider, and Pippa buries her face between his teeth, head bobbing as she sucks on his tongue. She runs her tongue along the hairs of his, savouring the texture.
His body starts tensing up, and he pulls back as not to accidentally bite her.
	“Does that all excite you, honey? That I’ve given you full permission… that I… want to be your unconditional fucktoy?”
	“Ray…”
	“Oh, not just that what then-”
His fur charges with static again as he rears his head up, “Luxray…” he mumbles.
Pippa tightens her grip with her legs, pulling him in deep as she plants her face into his pelt.
Her body locks up with static once more, but this time she manages to let out a wild scream, almost entirely muffled by his fur.
She pulls her face away, laughing, “The thought of being a daddy is more exciting than having a personal sexual servant?”
He nods.
She cuddles into him, “Alright I’ll… listen to what you need form me to make that work.”
He licks her cheek, “Luxray…”
	“The upholstery? Oh… off you get…”
Argus climbs off as Pippa rises, off the couch, cum leaking down her legs in strings. She wipes a handful of leaked cum off the couch and looks at Argus, “That’s a lot…”
	“Ray…”
	“I can tell you were frustrated…” in a flash, she scoops the handful into her mouth and swallows.
	“Lux!”
	“Filthy?” she walk towards him, hips swaying, “So you don’t want me to clean your cock hooks with the walls of my throat?”
Argus pauses.
She smirks, “After we clean the couch, I’ll grab the paper towels, the stain remover’s over the other side…”
	“Luxray?”
	“Yeah, shower sounds like a good idea. I’m still cleaning you with my tongue, shower or not…”
[Clip ends here]

Q&A

Jarred: New week, new questions.
Pippa: Argus wanted to tag along to see what the fuss was.
Argus (As translated by Pippa): [What’s this now?]

>How do pokemon react to pokephiliacs? Or another pokemon is into humans? Or is it broken up like how human opinions vary by region?
Jarred: How long’s a piece of string?
Pippa: Pokemon tend not to find it taboo, that’s more a human thing - but lacking a taboo is not the same as having a preference for. Many pokemon simply aren’t interested. Some others are only interested insofar as ‘any hole’s a goal’.
Jarred: I’ve found that for pokemon into humans however, reactions range from pariah (usually among clades that were abandoned or otherwise mistreated) to novel curiosity (because the other pokemon don’t understand but are trying to).
Pippa: It’s largely broken up by environment, urban pokemon tend to be openly receptive to the idea - essentially even if they’re not overtly interested, they’ll give it a try. Meanwhile the more remote the environment, the more disinclined they are.
Argus: [If I may - My reaction was at first of apathy at the concept… but my opinion softened as Pippa demonstrated hardness of personality. The person matters more than the meat they are encased in…]
Pippa: Saying that, he still prefers skinny chicks.
Argus: [That which hinders should be shed!]

>Are daycare centres really as lurid as rumours would imply?
Pippa: Yes… and no. The institution itself is perfectly kid friendly…
Jarred: But a lot of sexual tension builds up between pokemon travelling together, and when you drop them off at day care, they get a room to themselves without you there.

>Oria spoke briefly about Arceus in the last entry. Do pokemon have any sort of structured faith in him like us humans have, or is it more of a personal 'do what feels right' sort of deal?
Jarred: Uhh… Never asked.
Argus: [Oria is faithful? That is an interesting turn. Perhaps none too surprising, the psychic types often are. They speak at length of enlightenment and intellect. They are just as superstitious as the rest of us.]
Pippa: Hold on, gotta get Argus to slow down…
Argus: [I used to believe that faith was a human concept, that building caves to yell at an invisible friend inside was a human thing. Then I met a Venusaur - a shaman to his evolutionary line. It would seem pokemon are too among the faithful. Often manifestations are unique among evolutionary lines. Some have no use for faith, the Fearow merely has goals. Some have faith in oneself, the Archanine deifies its reflection. The Shinx line knows whereupon its faith is placed, it is in the rhythm of static we feel in the air, the pulse of life that dances in The Unseen (n.b. ‘The Unseen’ is what they call the ability to see Electromagnetism). The Clefairy kneels only before the Moon.]
Jarred: They’re asking about Archeus-
Argus: [Pointless to worship. The Unborn Wander, The Original Flesh, The Pillar of Creation. None of these titles show a relation to the word upon the soil (I think he’s talking about reality here). Respect, sure. Archeus repays respect in kind. But prayer? Archeus is not your personal saviour. Archeus suffers not fools.]

>Why are Jynx such sluts?
Jarred: Theories abound, the one I personally buy into is that because they lack a true male counterpart they face harsher competition for a mate than many other pokemon (if course, this is true for all single-gender pokemon with no counterpart, and all of them ‘advertise’ stronger). Their way of ‘advertising’ is just more obvious to humans due to similarities in sexual characteristics and behaviours. That and they’re not monogomous in the slightest.
Pippa: More pressing question - why aren’t they fairy types?

>Manaphy and Phione's odd family tree comes to mind; are there any similar cases when human/pokemon couplings occur?
Jarred: not quite the the same degree but human/pokemon pairings can create ‘off-gender’ offspring for single gender pokemon. Rare as hell though.
Pippa: Female Hitmonchan are surprisingly pretty and male Lilligant are prettier still.
Argus: [Aberrations are unwelcome in the wild. Such offspring will live harsh lives, but they will be strong]

>If you could clear up one common misconception about pokemon (like nidoqueen being infertile), what would it be?
Jarred: Slowpokes are capable of… not being slow. What I mean is, if you somehow manage to freak one out (which is hard to do admittedly, they’re slow to realise they should be worried), they’ll outrun a Dodrio.
Pippa: There exist male Gardevoir. The line is also not grass type (yes we still get that question).
Argus: [Do not threaten an angry Blissey. I’ve seldom had fights quite that fierce.]

>Thoughts on the Pokerus?
Jarred: What’s there to say? It’s a mutualistic virus. It eats excess blood sugar and excretes steroids.
Pippa: Which is why the immune system kicks it out quickly, and makes reinfection impossible. Ever seen someone overdo it on the steroids? Not a good idea.
Jarred: It affects poke-blooded, but not regular humans.
Argus: [I have not been infected, but I’ve seen others with the fortune. It is power, distilled in happenstance. Use it wisely.]

>Why so much disdain for trainers?
Argus: [Because they are often weak].
Jarred: We… should get some trainers we like on this Q&A sometime…
Pippa: yeah, we don’t actually have a thing against trainers, we’ve just know a lot that are complete knob-jockeys.

>One for Pippa, Ditto in the uterus for pregnancy play? Can it be done?
Pippa: Yes.
>And…
Pippa: It is weird. I don’t know if I like it, but I’m open to giving it another shot.

>How’d you get into the breeding business? More to the point, how did you end up working together?
Jarred: That’s a whole story on its own, we’ll answer that later?
Pippa: The short answer was younger, stupider us never quite got the hang of being properly independent, despite the best efforts of every adult in our lives knowing that would be a problem down the road.
Jarred: We’re…
Pippa: If you say the word ‘independent’, you’re wrong.
Argus: [Do not gaze upon me as if I will be a vanguard of your argument. I side with my mate.]

>Question for Aileen if she’s around…
Pippa: She’s not, she’s helping some Rangers with some issues they’ve had with their Beedrills.
>Well… Aileen's beedrill kids grew up they and just joined into the 'party'. This is supported by Buzzy sounding like she was starting to have as many human traits as she possibly could. If the beedrils started from 0, that'd imply a LOT of inbreeding. Do pokemon just not care about that, or are they more resistant to the negatives?
Pippa: the whole egg/evolution process is a bright flash of light and the Pokémon just ‘magically’ change, right? Yeah, inbreeding doesn’t affect them like with humans or regular animals.
Jarred: I sometimes joke that we are licensed pokemon inbreeders.
Pippa: Not around the customers you don’t…
Argus: [Press the subject my love, give an excuse for us to spar. It has been too long since we traded knuckle and claw.]


Cheers,
Jarred.

XO,
Pippa.

~~~~~
Argus
(Pippa: Tildes remind him of both lightning and his own tail, so he likes them)