Daycare Stories

Chapter 1

In the pokemon daycare, trainers leave their pokemon for a variety of reasons. Whether it’s to have them get stronger, or to breed more, there’s always something that happens to the pokemon behind the scenes. These are their stories.

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“Don’t worry, Meowth. I’m leaving you here for a little while, but I will come back. And while you’re here, you’ll become stronger,” my trainer said, as I was placed into the daycare.

I watched as he walked away, and then looked around the pokemon daycare. It was a large grassy field, dotted with a few trees and lakes, and surrounded by a fence. I could see Mauville City a few feet away, where my trainer recently won a badge.

I noticed a few others at the daycare. There was a female Pidgeotto, with her traditional brown and white feathers, and red feathers on her head. She watched as a male Spearow practiced his attacks on a few inanimate objects. As I looked around more, I saw a female Pikachu, her yellow fur shining brightly, as she talked to a female Torchic. A male Treecko and a female Bulbasaur were sparring with each other in one corner, the Bulbasaur having a clear advantage. Last, I saw a Spinnarak sleeping in a web it made at another corner.

Not interested in socializing, I watched the road, waiting for my trainer to return. I heard flapping wings behind me, and took a look to see that the Pidgeotto I saw earlier coming over to sit next to me. She straightened a couple of her brown feathers and got herself more comfortable before she spoke.

“Hi there,” she said. “You look a little lonely.”

“I guess I am, a bit,” I said, still watching the road.

“So, why are you here?” she asked.

“Huh?” I asked. Her question confused me, since I knew next to nothing about the daycare. “Well, according to my trainer, he wanted me to become stronger.”

“So he left you for training reasons. That’s not as common as it once was, but it still happens. Most of the pokemon here are left for breeding reasons, like the Treecko and Bulbasaur over there.” she replied, pointing with a wing.

I took a look at the pokemon that were sparring just moments before. They were talking and looking into each others eyes. I noticed the Treecko reaching out with one of his hands to rub the Bulbasaur’s head. She let him do so, and seemed to enjoy it, even giving him an affectionate lick as he did so.

“They’ve been here for a few days now, but this is the first time I’ve seen them show any feelings towards one another. Their trainer will be happy,” the Pidgeotto informed me.

“So, what about you?” I asked, curious about her. “Why were you left here?”

I saw her blink a bit at my question, as she turned away from me. Curious about why she reacted this way, I walked around her. I noticed that her wings were folded around her, and her eyes were closed. As I watched, she brought one wing up to rub away some tears.

Was she crying?

“I’m sorry if…” I started, before she stopped me with a wing.

“It’s just that what you said brought back some painful memories,” she replied, then took a breath before starting. “I was a Pidgey at the time. My trainer left me and a Spearow here, hoping we’d have some children. But she didn’t know that we have no interest in each other past battle partners. We learned a few days later that she was killed by an angry Stantler in the Safari Zone.”

“I had no idea…” I said, sorry I brought the subject up.

“The old couple felt pity for us, and decided to keep us as their own pokemon. The League accepted the transfer, and we officially became their pokemon. The Spearow still has no interest in me, and I don’t either. But as I grow older, I’ve thought more and more about the fact that I’d like to have the responsibility of raising a child,” she finished.

I just sat there, listening to her sad tale. I didn’t want to think about what I would do if something happened to my trainer. What made it even worse for her was that she wasn’t there to protect her trainer when she needed her most.

“So you never had a child?” I asked. “The time when you’re in season must be torture, since you probably never mated.”

“Not quite,” she said, as I noticed a strange look in her eye. “When I am in season, I do get the chance to mate. It’s just that it’s always been with an incompatible pokemon, so all it does is relieve my heat.”

Then she unfolded her wings and turned to face me. I saw her perform a strange dance that I never seen a Pidgeotto do, as she flapped her wings, blowing the surrounding air towards me. I sniffed the air, smelling a strange, yet familiar smell. The pieces came together in my head, as I realized she’s in heat.

The smell made me aroused, as I stepped forward, with a low purr and growl, informing her of my willingness to mate. Though it wasn’t needed, as my qu8ickly hardening member was doing all the talking. She responded with a chirp and motioned me closer with a wing, a lustful look in her eye.

I came closer, and then suddenly pounced, my front paws holding her wings down. She pretended to struggle in my grasp, as I used my back paws to spread her legs. I gave her beak a kiss, as I shoved my hardened member into her bird cunt. She began to moan, as I meowed, as we came together in the most intimate of ways.

“Uhhn…your barbs…oooh…feel…so good,” Pidgeotto moaned. “Harder…faster”

I did as she asked me, my thrusts becoming harder and harder, our moans coming out louder and louder. We lost ourselves in the pleasure, and didn‘t notice we had an audience. The ones that heard us just watched as we mated. Most of them relieved themselves with their paws, wings, or whatnot, while the Treecko and Bulbasaur had their own fun together. Soon, a familiar feeling washed over me.

“I…I’m going…” was all I could get out, as I squirted my cum inside her body.

“Me toooooooo!” she screamed, as she cummed herself, her juices mixing with mine.

I pulled out, and she winced a bit, as my barbs scraped her vagina. I rolled off of her, and she slowly stood. I just laid there, as we both caught our breath. Soon, I was able to get on all fours.

“That was great. Thank you,” she said, bending down to kiss me as best she could with a beak.

I smiled and walked off to get cleaned up, as she flew to another part of the daycare. As I passed by the female Pikachu, I caught a piece of her conversation.

“Yeah, can you believe that? My father left to get food and never returned. I can barely believe that Meowth would just up and leave my mother and two brothers. Sparkler, one of my brothers, took it well. But my other brother, Electro, didn’t eat for almost a week afterwards. He also believed he would someday return.”

I stopped dead, as those two names hit a piece of my memory, a memory I haven’t thought of in a long time. I had a young female Raichu as my first mate, and we had two sons and a daughter. The female Pikachu just named off the names we gave both the sons. And since she called them brothers, the only one she could be is…

“Anita?” I whispered.

To be continued…