To Get Caught Ch.2
 
 
As hard to believe as it was, not every single thing that lives in a world of Pokemon is a Pokemon. As far as scientists have been able to determine, bacteria and viruses often weren’t, and there were even strains of fungi that were neither sapient or sentient. There was even algae that did nothing except be plant matter, and, well, everyone always points at human beings…though, perhaps, for not very good reasons.
 
 
Certainly, all Pokemon are capable of harnessing supernal powers of some kind, and human beings oft live their whole lives with no claim to anything but their intelligence. Then again Pokemon who learn to talk often lose their other abilities, and training can render human beings capable of harnessing Psychic and Fighting Auras, so maybe that is just a trade off.
 
 
The fact that human beings couldn’t be captured by Pokeballs might, itself, be enough to qualify a difference. Pokeballs, however, were man-made objects and that might imply deliberate reason for not being able to capture humans. Maybe then, we should go back to biological basics: Reproduction didn’t lie, and so that could be used to tell different types of beings apart. And here, there seemed to be a clear demarcation that could be pointed at, for Pokemon laid eggs and human beings gave life birth.
 
 
Difference spotted and case closed, then? Surely such a wide biological berth explained an inherent insurmountable difference? Well, it would be….if Pokemon and human beings couldn’t cross-breed.
 
 
In a shrouded part of the forest, near their home but not really navigable save by stepping off the normal roads, was a mound with a dip at its side. It was the sort of place that a Pokemon could, and had, made into a home by digging deeper into it, but today it merely served a temporary role for the forbidden couple there.
 
 
Anywhere near where civilization was, going off the beaten path was not a problem. Nonetheless, overwhelming weakness was still not something wise to show in it. Not unless you had a personal understanding of the Pokemon in it.
 
 
And Mightyena did.
 
 
As far as he could tell, there were no other Pokemon nearby.
 
 
Long years of putting his claims to the surrounding territory had left a trail of nervous Pokemon that had come to understand something about Dark Types; they needed victims. And the forest provided those as much as it provided anything else. So they left them alone.
 
 
This was one of his favorite spots, and he was more than glad he could share it with his mate. That’s not to say things were going perfectly. This whole thing could have happened in the night rather than in the middle of the day. But the shade was strong and the forest floor was cold.
 
 
Good place as any for his children to come into the world.
 
 
“Oohmp, hng!” Marta choked as Mightyena thrust into her mouth. The 40 year old human mother was on all fours, naked as the day she was born. Her clothes were nearby, but they had been discarded with hurry and a lack of thought.
 
 
The brown haired ex-trainer had a stomach that almost touched the floor and was moving back and forth as Mithgtyena slapped his knot into the human’s lips. His turgid length was enough to choke her, yes, but he timed himself so that she would have ample time to breathe in between thrusts. It would, after all, be bad if she blacked out NOW.
 
 
Truth be told, it would have been better to not have sex at all. But just like Dark Type Pokemon as Mightyena needed victims…so too did some people, apparently, NEED to be victims.
 
 
“HMPH!” Marta gasped into his cock as her pussy started to part. The floor beneath her had long been made wet with a combination of her sexual juices and amniotic fluid, and the air was heavy with sexual musk.
 
 
“Mightyena,” the Dark Pokemon decided and sunk his claws into the mother of his children’s ass.
 
 
Marta screamed into his cock as he broke through her skin, but he did this so that he could have the leverage necessary to spread her ass wide. Every little bit of help went a long way, after all.
 
 
And Marta? She did not stop sucking.
 
 
No, not even when a furry head breached through her pussy and started to slowly slide out of her cunt.
 
 
“Mightyena!” the Pokemon declared as he started smashing the mouth of his mate faster, deciding that coming sooner would be better than later. He practically indulged his bitch’s every whim, but face fucking her through the whole birth was just a line too far!
 
 
“HMMMmmmm,” not that Marta cared as she orgasmed, making a Poochyena the same shade of fur as his father slide down in a rain of pussy juices.
 
 
But another furry snout, the same color as Marta’s hair and her son’s, started to slide out of the pussy now.
 
 
Just in time for Speedy to slam his cock as far into Marta’s throat as it would go-
 
 
“Mightyena!” he roared as he pumped his animal seed down his mate’s stomach.
 
 
-and made her shutter again, triggering a second orgasm as their second child also slid down to join its brother.
 
 
Marta slumped forward as Mithgyena pulled his cock out, two umbilical cords going up her pussy as it started to push out one more brown-furred Pokemon.
 
 
A bubble of semen burst from the nose of the otherwise dignified mother of one, as she did her best to swallow the steaming semen in her mouth. She groaned and clenched her teeth as the third child went out of her cunt and then shuttered in yet another orgasm as this one plopped out next to its other siblings.
 
 
One more to go.
 
 
“Mightyena,” Speedy ordered her, if only because that was what she expected of him.
 
 
“I-I am trying~” Marta coughed as she breathed in again, “Just wait a moment longer.”
 
 
“I am almost done~”
 
 
Clenching her teeth again, the human milf clenched her stomach and teeth again and a dark fur breached her pussy lips again.
 
 
“Mightyena,” the dark-type Pokemon huffed with satisfaction as he bent over to give his mate a lick in the face.
 
 
“Ohhh, thaaaank yoooou sooo MUCH!” Marta tried to coo but ended up screaming as the last of their pups slid out into the world. This one, too, was accompanied by her last orgasm as it was triggered by its birth, the pussy juices lubing it up as it came out.
 
 
The mother then slumped into the forest floor, breathing hard and drooling out semen and saliva as the whole thing had almost made her faint.
 
 
And yet, it had not taken more than 15 minutes.
 
 
The puppies, as expected, started to cry, so Mightyena stepped up to snip their umbilical cords with his mouth. A proper mother would have done that herself, of course, but he couldn’t exactly blame his mate for being so helpless when that was one of the things that he liked about her.
 
 
But then, something happened.
 
 
A baby cried.
 
 
….a human baby.
 
 
Marta’s eyes widened just as Speedy looked at their fourth pup. Or what should have been their fourth pup.
 
 
Except it wasn’t.
 
 
What he had mistaken as fur was instead hair, and eyes that were completely red stared at him as the human baby cried for Mightyena’s mate. The eyes were the same eyes as his, and, yep.
 
 
The scent was his.
 
 
This child was, somehow, his son.
 
 
“M-master,” Marta cried as she rushed to pull the babe into her arms. The Poochyena puppies cried for the same treatment, and the human mother grabbed them all, “This is a baby. A human baby.”
 
 
“....our baby,” She looked at him in wonder, “What are we going to do?”
 
 
And with that….Mightyena groaned and sighed as he stared into the sky.
 
 
Because of course, THIS would happen to him.
 
 
Well, the first thing he did was snip their cords and the second? “Mightyena.”
 
 
“Yes, I mean, obviously, this one,” Marta said as she looked at her other children with sadness, “This one has to be the one we keep.”
 
 
Sighing, Mightyena put his dark, devious mind to work.
 
 
And not 15 minutes later, he appeared before his old trainer, the husband of the woman he had just bred.
 
 
“Ah, I was wondering where you-is that a baby?” Thomas glanced at him from watching the tv, only to get his whole attention within seconds, “How-who-where did you get it from?”
 
 
Gently putting his son down, the Speedy went ahead with the simplest of explanations, “Mightyena.”
 
 
“That’s your son?” Thomas frowned, “You-that can happen?”
 
 
“Mightyena,” Speedy confirmed.
 
 
Then, after nodding to himself, he added, “Mightyena.”
 
 
“...you-” Thomas couldn’t believe what his old started and oldest friend asked of him, “You want me to raise him?”
 
 
“Mightyena,” Speedy confirmed.
 
 
“You-you understand that a human child is harder to raise than a Pokemon?” Thomas frowned, “I don’t mean to turn you down, old pal, but this is a lot.”
 
 
“Mightyena,” Speedy called one of his old favors in.
 
 
“I suppose…I suppose we can at least try,” the family men said as he looked at naked but sleeping baby, “Say, who is his mother by the wa-”
 
 
“Honey!” Marta chose that moment to come into the house. She was in her clothes again, though they were wet around her crotch. They had leaves sticking out of them and were thoroughly wrinkled.
 
 
But more then that? Her stomach was flat.
 
 
“Guess what? I just miscarried!” she happily chirped as she walked into the house.
 
 
Internally, Mightyena groaned.
 
 
—----------------------------
 
 
It was 7 months now and, somehow, Thomas still didn’t suspect a thing.
 
 
The human child that shared the same facial arrangement as Marta and Johnny was mothered thoroughly by the former even as it was welcomed with open arms by the latter. Even Thomas seemed to be relieved that Martha was going along with it so thoroughly, despite what should be obvious.
 
 
But then, human beings could be very stupid.
 
 
Being 10 months pregnant herself, Arcanine would be lying if she said that she didn’t like them that way.
 
 
By this point, everyone knew that she was pregnant, but neither of her boy’s parents knew who it was despite the fact that she routinely slept with her boy.
 
 
“A-Arcanine, please, are you sure?” the still 18-year-old trainer moaned as he thrust into her triangular pussy, grabbing her by her wide hips and making his cute human dick disappear into her nethers.
 
 
“Arcanine,” she huffed with annoyance as she spread her legs a little more, her tits so bloated with milk that her nipples touched the floor.
 
 
“Sorry!” Johnny cried out as he smashed his hips into her ass, “But I worry for our children!”
 
 
They were fucking in his room though, to be honest, it could be better characterized as their den now.
 
 
“Arcanine,” she cut him off and, just for measure, added, “Arcanine!”
 
 
“O-oh, Ok, sorry mommy!” The young trainer cried as his thrusts got more ferocious and his torso started digging more into her ass.
 
 
“Aaarcanine,” she allowed herself to moan now that she had properly admonished her boy.
 
 
Just because she was about to give birth was absolutely no reason for him to not make good on his mating responsibilities.
 
 
I-I am coming Arcanine!” Johnny moaned as he pressed himself against her rear, wedging himself into her ass. His head barely cleared the tops of her cheeks and stood next to her wagging tail, as he spurted ounce after ounce of his virile spunk.
 
 
The deal the Pokemon of the house had made still stood despite being on shaky legs. The realization that they could end up making human babies had shaken the foundation of their assumptions, but unlike the overworked Dark-Type Pokemon, the rest of their pact had been, well, excited by it.
 
 
Oh, Candle the Zorua thought she might be able to overturn Thomas' marriage if she could but give him a more proper “heir” than Marta had, as if Johnny wasn’t one. She assumed she only had to thread through the relationship paths that Speedy was constantly forced to make, but in this she was stupid because she incorrectly surmised that was also the end goal of the Mightyena.
 
 
Unlike her, Speedy didn’t want to steal Marta from Thomas. No, having their relationship be in any way legitimate, brought to light, was not something that excited either the asshole or Arcanine’s old trainer. Their relationship worked precisely because it was a transgression every time they sneaked around like the devious bastard he was.
 
 
Arcanine, however? None of that mattered to her for she had already made up her mind.
 
 
And with that thought, she felt her cervix dilate as a flood of her amniotic fluids bathed her chosen young man.
 
 
“Arcanine!” Johnny gasped as he pulled his cock out of her cunt and stared at her with wide eyes.
 
 
“Arcanine,” she ordered him and her trainer swallowed before nodding. She felt her puppies stir her stomach and she presented her snatch to son of her trainer once more.
 
 
His hands pushed against her pussy, making her moan once again as his fingers went inside.
 
 
“Aaaaarc,” she moaned more when his hand pushed at her cunt, getting wet until, suddenly, they disappeared up her vagina.
 
 
“NINE!” she groaned as his arms followed after, her uterus deliciously opening up as the first of their children started to come out.
 
 
 
 
“I-I can feel it!” Johnny gasped as his hot hands grabbed something inside of the Arcanine’s cooch.
 
 
And then he pulled.
 
 
“ARCANINE!” the Arcanine orgasmed as Johnny pulled out the first of their five pups, the growlithe whining in the arms of his father.
 
 
“I-it’s a girl,” Johnny gasped as he gingerly put her down on his bed.
 
 
“Arcanine,” she ordered again.
 
 
“Sorry, sorry!” her boy quickly sunk his arms into her vagina again and reached for the next pup that slipped from her uterus into her vagina.
 
 
“Aaaarc,” she moaned again the second progeny was pulled through her reproductive canal, scraping and generating friction all the way. By the time this Growlithe breach her pussy, with Johnny’s hands around it, Arcanine was shuttering again, the second of her orgasms.
 
 
This Growlithe had brownish fur where he would normally have orange-gold, a change of genetics that indicated his human parentage. If nothing else happened, they would be keeping that one, Arcanine decided.
 
 
“Arcanine,” she barked, making her human reach for their third progeny that had slipped from her womb.
 
 
And then had another delicious orgasm as this one, too, was pulled out of her cunt.
 
 
“A-a boy this time,” Johnny muttered as he put a normal-looking Growlithe next to its siblings.
 
 
Fucking Johnny was normally fantastic, the young boy being an obedient partner that stimulated Arcanine in every way that mattered. But this? Nothing was better then this.
 
 
This was the fourth pup and already her knees shook as the stimulus threatened to make her lose her mind!
 
 
And yet-
 
 
“Arcanine!” she ordered: again!
 
 
Johnny sweetly pulled this pup out of her, making her want to roll her eyes into her head as the slooow feeling triggered another body-encompassing orgasm.
 
 
“Another boy!”
 
 
“Arcanine,” she replied, forcing herself to go through the last of this births.
 
 
Johnny pushed his hands through her pussy again-
 
 
“What the-” he briefly paused when he grabbed the last of the progeny.
 
 
-and then slowly pulled it out of her Arcanid vagina, her front legs collapsing under her as only her ass remained in the air.
 
 
By the time this pup breached her cunt, by the time golden-yellow hair showed outside of her vagina, she was giving out a low moan that made the room vibrate as she had her last mind-melting orgasms.
 
 
“Its,” Johnny stared at their child, “It’s-how? Why would-”
 
 
“Aaarca,” Arcanine stopped her boy from panicking by giving him an order.
 
 
“It’s a baby,” Johnny swallowed, coming over from her ass with their pup in his arms.
 
 
She was a human babe with the same shade of golden fur that Arcanine had for hair. She had her father’s eyes, but her facial features were somehow what Arcanine would look like if she were a human. Well, while being mixed with Johnny’s anyway.
 
 
And that decided things.
 
 
“Arcanine,” she seriously told Johnny and he swallowed before he went to her pussy and grabbed to all the Umbilical Cords of their children.
 
 
 
 
Then he pulled them all out at once, making her have to clench her teeth as this was enough to give her sixth orgasm, but holding on for her family.
 
 
Live birth was hilariously inefficient compared to the eggs Pokemon made, but she would be lying if she said that this type of birthing wasn’t the type that she vastly preferred.
 
 
Having licked the progeny of theirs that mattered, and having snipped her umbilical cord at her belly, she gently took her into her jaw-
 
 
“W-what are you doing Arcanine?!” her boy cried as she opened the door, carrying their child out.
 
 
-and took her to display before the rest of the house.
 
 
There, in the living room, Thomas, Marta, Speedy and Candle all stared as Arcanine walked with a babe the same color as her and put her onto the ground.
 
 
“Arcanine!” Johnny rushed behind her, only realizing that he was naked when the eyes of his family fell on him.
 
 
“Arcanine,” the fire canid that was as big as a horse declared, putting a paw around Johnny’s shoulder, and bringing him over under her, “Arcanine, Arcanine!”
 
 
“What?” both Thomas and Marta blurted.
 
 
Arcanine budged Johnny with her snout. She needed him to profess their relationship to their family and so, he would.
 
 
“S-she is right,” Johnny flushed and looked at the floor with shame. Luckily, that is where their child laid, still huffing in her sleep. It was hard to be ashamed when this was the product of their actions, so, for once, Arcanine’s boy looked at his family with confidence, “I was the father of Arcanine’s children all along.”
 
 
“Arcanine,” she gave him a lick.
 
 
“I…see,” Thomas seemed lost for words.
 
 
“So…that’s what was happening?” Marta said, looking as shocked as before.
 
 
From the start, Arcanine and Johnny’s relationship was the one that least benefited from being hidden. At first, it had been necessary to progress things this far but now that they had produced something that undeniably needed them to be together? There was no need for further secrecy.
 
 
Arcanine had already won.
 
 
A very put upon Mightyena gave her a flat stare.
 
 
And a very pregnant Zorua gave her a jealous one.
 
 
—-----------------
 
 
The Zorua gruffed as she walked through the house.
 
 
Her trainer’s career had ended because his mother’s Arcanine had told him to stop being a trainer. Just like that, she had taken over his life and all but dictated everything he did! The idiot could at least put up a fight, but no!
 
 
The sheer happiness that he showed while being under the thump of that old dominating fire hag, hmph! And the willingness for his parents to allow it to happen, treating them as if they were married or something. Where was the outrage? Where was the screaming and pleading about not crossing this interspecies taboo? It drove Candle up a wall!
 
 
And yes, that was jealousy speaking, but why shouldn’t she be jealous? Especially with how charged with hormones her pregnant body was.
 
 
At 10 months of pregnancy, Candle was evidently, undeniably pregnant. Being that she had never evolved, Thomas liked her small and she would do anything for him, she basically had to drag her stomach everywhere. The man she loved had even forbidden her from going outside the house as he was worried about the offspring that she lovingly bore him. But now that they weren’t hitting the circuit there were vastly less things to do.
 
 
The blissful times when she could get her man to herself were altogether too short. That, when that asshole Speedy could steal away that bitch whenever he wanted to and her trainer and the Arcanine essentially lived like newlyweds!
 
 
On top of that, there was all the fussy baby rising they were doing.
 
 
Speedy Jr, the name of the human boy Marta had shamelessly whelped for the Mightyena, was already crawling around. Soon, he would learn to speak. Jane, the human Growlithe-colored babe, was quiet most of the time, happy to drain the HUGE tits that the Arcanine had. She looked on with despondent jealousy, wondering if, when it was her turn, it would be like that with her.
 
 
….what did she even do, now?
 
 
Speedy had done nothing to advance his relationships with the hateful bitch her trainer had for a mother and her man had for a wife. At this rate, she and Thomas would have to keep their relationship hidden forever, and that was her version of hell!
 
 
Whenever she complained about it to her co-conspirators, with who she had made a pact with by the way!, they would all huff and tell her to “figure it out”.
 
 
Grrrr, she was being betrayed!
 
 
She would show them! She would show them all! She-
 
 
“There you are,” the low husky voice of the man of the house made Candle shutter as strong hands started running down her back, “Given how gravid you are, you would think it would be easier to find you. You haven’t disobeyed me, have you? You haven’t gone outside the house?”
 
 
The implications of what he would do if she had made her wish that she had disobeyed, but she was content in the knowledge that there was no avoiding what was about to happen, “Zorua!”
 
 
“Good, good,” his hands went down to her tail and started to carefully twirl around it, “It shows you know your place. Still, I had to look for you all the same, pet.”
 
 
“Zorua,” Candle “tried” to defend herself, denying all wrongdoing.
 
 
“I need to fuck, girl,” Thomas growled as he unzipped his pants, “And you weren’t there.”
 
 
His fingers pinched her triangular pussy lips and made her moan as Thomas got knelt on the floor and pushed his turgid cock against her cunt.
 
 
They were in the living room.
 
 
Neither Speedy and Marta nor Arcanine and Johnny were in the house. They had gone to get groceries or something of the sort and had taken their children with them. How Thomas didn’t realize who the mother of the dark-haired red-eyed kid was, given the woman treated him as her own, Candle would never know, but there it was.
 
 
But that meant they were blissfully alone, Thomas and her.
 
 
“Now I am going to fuck,” the older man growled as he spread her vaginal lips and inserted his breeding pole inside, “And you are going to take it.”
 
 
He stretched her wide, making her pant as he stimulated cunt. He made her howl, grabbing her hips and pushing deep until he hit her womb.
 
 
He made her orgasm as he pounded at her cervix, acting out “unconcern” by how it affected their kids. Then again, he wasn’t dragging her pregnant frame to him, but letting her get comfortable as he pounded her cunt.
 
 
 Maybe it would be better if he acted a bit more selfish.
 
 
“Fucking and pushing out more Zoruas,” Thomas grunted as smashed her ass with his hips, “That is all you are good for. No wonder my son couldn’t make it as a trainer.”
 
 
“Zorua!” she again tried to defend herself, as it was too soon for the “give up” phase of their usual sex. And, indeed, her pathetic attempts only drove him to be faster.
 
 
More deliciously violent.
 
 
“That’s why he is the house husband of that big Arcanine now, because he had you to lead his team!” Thomas shot back as the sounds of body slapping against body filled the room.
 
 
“Zoru, ZOR!” Zorua yelled as she felt the pressure of an orgasm coming as her man kept using her like a fuck toy. As if that was the only thing she was good for!
 
 
“Shut up,” Thomas hilted himself into her pussy, stabbing into her womb so hard that she felt something…break, “And take this!”
 
 
Warm semen enveloped her nethers as she, too, felt it…go in her womb.
 
 
“ZORUA!” she moaned outloud, her orgasm keeping her from warning her man as a rush womb water splashed against his hips and wetted the floor.
 
 
“What?” the older man stopped even as his cock kept spurting and filling her up. He looked down at her with wide eyes as the imminent moment of birth arrived.
 
 
Then the sound of the entrance to the house opening reached them.
 
 
“Thomas? Zorua? We are home!” Marta happily announced as four sets of feet and paws touched the floor of their home.
 
 
Thomas sped to pull his pants back on, despite them being moist from Candle’s water breaking, but he did an admirable job of getting presentable as the rest of the family entered the living room.
 
 
“Hoh, hey honey, did you find everything?” Thomas casually asked as Marta and Jonny appeared with groceries in their hands.
 
 
“Watermelons still aren’t on season,” Marta pouted, “And-what is wrong with Zorua?”
 
 
Despite Thomas’ attempt at appearing normal and hiding behind things, Zorua couldn’t do that.
 
 
The orgasm that he had triggered had continued to wreck her body even as their children started to slip out of her womb and go down her reproductive highway.
 
 
She was, in short cumming her brains out while giving birth.
 
 
“Zor-Zo-Zorua!” she yelled as the first one came, a pup with her same coloration, already whining and panting as he left her nether lips.
 
 
“Oh my god, she’s giving birth,” Johnny gasped.
 
 
“R-right, how unexpected,” Thomas coughed.
 
 
And then the second of their pups, one that somehow felt less furry, starting to go down her cooch.
 
 
The whole family watched with wide eyes as a human baby, rather then a Zorua pup, breached and crested out of Candle’s cunt.
 
 
They watched as a girl with the same hair as Thomas, with the same birthmarks on his face, with his same nose and his same everything opened eyes with the same color as his and looked around the room.
 
 
“Zoooorua!” Candle moaned as her orgasm ended and she collapsed on the floor, exhausted.
 
 
This wasn’t ideal. This wasn’t fair.
 
 
Everyone stared at the baby and then at Thomas, FINALLY connecting the dots without having to be told anything.
 
 
Really, this wasn’t how Candle wanted things to go.
 
 
But, as questions began to be asked and the state of the family began to be shaken, Candle realized one thing:
 
 
All of this made for the best sexual experience she’d ever had.