Pokemon-on-Girl Pregnant Oneshots

Being the Champion of the Elite Four was an incredibly boring job. Cynthia doubted it could even be called a job at all. All she did was wait. Wait and hope a trainer good enough to beat the Elite Four would walk through the door.

That’s what she was SUPPOSED to be doing, at least. Cynthia had started doing other things to occupy herself long ago.

Today she was giving birth.

Cynthia squatted in the center of the Champion Room’s tiled floor. Her black pants and panties were crumpled on the floor next to her, and her tight black shirt was pulled up under her tits to let her bulging stomach breathe, but she was fully clothed otherwise. Even her heels stayed on.

Her breathing was labored and her balance uneven. She wanted to lie down. But then she would have to let go of the giant, wonderful cock pulsing inside her mouth- and Cynthia wouldn’t give that up for the world.

She was gripping it with both hands, but her fingers still couldn’t reach all the way around it, and she could barely wrap her lips around the head. Sometimes it was hard to believe the thing fit into her pussy.

But I guess that’s why this doesn’t hurt any more, Cynthia thought, her mind drawn to her convulsing vagina. She felt the thing inside of her work its way into her birth canal. She moaned, looking up at the cock’s owner. You’ve stretched me out.

As if in response to her thoughts, the Garchomp let out a low roar. Cynthia stroked his cock gently, sensually, running her thin fingers across its fleshy ridges. Her contractions were coming faster now, pushing at the thing inside her. Its ribbed surface rubbed against her vaginal walls, sending shivers up her spine. It was as if she was being fucked from the inside.

As Cynthia’s pleasure grew, so did the speed of her strokes. She squeezed tighter when moving her hands from the base to the tip, trying to milk out her lover’s delicious cum. Garchomp moaned, his dick twitching. Cynthia felt the egg approach the end of her birth canal and wailed around the pillar of flesh pulsing against her lips.

Her swollen nipples began to tingle. She clumsily reached down with one hand and pulled the front of her shirt up over her breasts. She hadn’t noticed before, but the fabric was soaked through with her own milk- her mammaries had been busy. The liquid began to trickle down her breasts.

The contractions were coming very close together now. Cynthia spread her thighs wide in preparation.

Garchomp roared, and Cynthia felt his cock swell in her hands and mouth. Stroking frantically, the champion closed her eyes and braced herself for her favorite part.

Everything happened almost simultaneously. Garchomp roared, unable to contain himself any longer, and ejaculated. Warm, thick semen flooded down Cynthia’s throat, filling her stomach instantly. Cynthia withdrew. She felt a few pangs of pain followed by an unbelievable pleasure, and her vagina was pushed open to make way for the new pokemon inside her. Garchomp was still coming. Cynthia was aiming his cock like a hose, painting her face, hair, and breasts with his cum. The egg was halfway out. Her eyes rolled back. Her nipples sprayed milk onto her arms. The egg was almost out. Her lover roared again, his orgasm fitfully abating. The egg slid neatly to the floor as the last few shots splattered onto Cynthia’s stomach.

The champion slowly lowered her hands to her knees. She was squatting in such a way that the egg was not actually entirely free- She was too close to the floor, and the smaller end held her vagina open. It was uncomfortable, but something kept her from standing. She couldn’t stand the thought of her pussy being vacant. Unconsciously, she began to push her hips down on the egg, trying to fuck herself with it.

Cynthia’s masturbation was rudely interrupted when she felt two strong sets of claws grip her firmly but tenderly around the waist and lift her effortlessly into the air.

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Garchomp stared into his mate’s eyes, and read her pleading desire. He lowered her toward his still-erect cock, resting it between her limp legs. She smiled and stroked his neck lovingly. He cooed, and leaned his head forward, sliding his tongue between her lips. She accepted it gratefully, letting it fill her mouth. Garchomp began to push her gently but firmly downward. She wailed around his tongue as he penetrated her once more.

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Author's Note: I may extend this chapter later.