Breaking Down is Hard to Do
Characters (c) DarthArdios/Dragonskey
Pokémon (c) Nintendo/The Pokémon Company/Game Freak
 
"Got it Luca?" Devon asked, turning on the camera with a hand-held remote. The Lucario growled an affirmative, following his trainer's movements with the handheld video camera as he paced back and forth for a few moments to compose himself and think about what he was going to say. Finally, Devon sighed, brushed his shirt down, and stared into the camera.
"Hello Felicia," Devon stated flatly, crossing his arms as he said his soon-to-be-EX girlfriend's name, "It has recently come to my attention that you've been cheating on me... for TWO. FUCKING. YEARS. I've got to hand it to you though, you did a GREAT job hiding it. The CIA could learn a few things from you, you unscrupulous-" Devon paused to take a deep breath, calming himself, and continued. "Anyway, I've been thinking long and hard about how to break up with you, and I thought, 'What better way to end our relationship than with what brought us together in the first place: our Pokémon.'" The camera panned wide, revealing a moody looking Aggron (whose arms were crossed in unintentional mimicry of his trainer), a somewhat fidgety Scolipede, an eager looking Venusaur, a sleepy-looking Dragonite resting against the fridge, and finally a bored looking Mudsdale pawing absentmindedly at the tile floor. "As you can see, my entire main team is here, with Luca 'monning' the camera." Off-camera, Aggron growled loudly at the pun and Luca put a paw to his face and shook his head. On-camera however Mudsdale rolled his eyes as Scolipede let out a small chirp that was its equivalent of stifled laughter. Venusaur shook itself slightly before letting out a low rumble, signaling Devon to continue. Moving the handheld remote to his pocket, Devon withdrew from the same pocket a small black, yellow and white sphere and pressed the button in the center, causing the ball to expand to its full size as Devon continued.
 
"Recognize this?" he asked, twirling the Ultra Ball on the end of one of his fingers like a professional basketball player, "The first Pokémon we caught together. I thought about releasing it, but considering what I'm about to do to the rest of your team..." he gestured to a row of Pokéballs arranged neatly on the table, and regarded the ball fondly for a moment before tossing it unceremoniously over his shoulder. "I figured it'd serve better as a grim reminder to not rip someone's heart out and use it as a bungee cord." He turned his attention fully to the table, placing both palms on it and leaning over to ponder the row of red-and-white Pokéballs, before grabbing one seemingly at random and pressing the button at the center, sending out the Pokémon inside in a flash of red light. The released Cincinno yawned loudly as it stretched, looking simultaneously pleased and confused at the large Pokémon arrayed around it, smiling as its brown eyes fell on its trainer's boyfriend, moving towards him. As the small furry Pokémon approached, Devon simply smiled. "Venusaur, Stun Spore." A shocked look crossed the Cincinno's face as behind it, Venusaur exhaled a small cloud of shimmering orange dust, overtaking the much smaller Pokémon, which collapsed as the paralysis kicked in.
 
Devon faced the camera again, a stern look on his face. "As retribution for breaking my heart, I’m going to return the favor." He stooped to pick up the paralyzed Cincinno, lifting it by the scruff of the neck as Devon gestured off camera, Aggron growling happily as it stepped forward. "Let what's about to happen serve as a... 'taste' of what's to come. Aggron, have you made your decision?" The Steel-type rolled its eyes at his trainer's continued poor taste in puns and nodded, licking his lips as he bent over and opened his mouth, his tongue slightly stuck out. Devon affectionately put his free hand on the Steel-type's tongue, Aggron closing his eyes in pleasure as Devon rubbed small circles in the pink muscle. Shortly, Devon withdrew his hand, wiping his saliva-covered hand on the now slightly struggling Normal-type's fur as Aggron opened its mouth wider. Devon held out the squirming Normal-type, who began to growl as Aggron sniffed it, turning into a full-fledged whine as the much larger Steel-type dragged its tongue up across its tiny body. "You going to keep playing with your food Aggron?" Devon asked, "I mean any other instance and it'd be a huge turn on for me, as the seven of us know, but given that the camera's battery life is kind of shit we kind of need to move this along." A disappointed look crossed Aggron's eyes, though it acquiesced, opening its mouth wide again and leaning forward until the Normal-type was fully within it's wide open maw. The Cincinno cried out once more time before Aggron closed its mouth, sealing the whining Pokémon, as well as most of his trainer's forearm, in his mouth with only the struggling Normal-type's twitching tail remaining outside the Steel-type's mouth.
 
After a few moments of savoring his trainer's taste, Aggron pulled back, allowing Devon's hand to pass through his lips as the Cincinno began to struggle in earnest as the paralysis finally began to wear off in full. Aggron rolled the Normal-type around in his mouth, the struggles of live prey turning the Steel-type on. "Oh, come on really Aggron?" Devon asked as a pink pillar of flesh began to grow from between the Steel-type's legs. Aggron gave his equivalent of "the Bird" to Devon as he slowly slurped the Normal-type's tail into his mouth, opening it wide one last time for the camera as it rolled the Cincinno to the back of its mouth. After a few seconds, the Cincinno cried out for a final time as Aggron swallowed, the crying Normal-type sinking from view in the back of Aggron's mouth, barely making a bulge as it went down the Steel-type's throat. Aggron let out a sigh of relief, his tongue lolling out as Cincinno finally fell into its waiting stomach, his arms coming to rest on his belly as the Normal-type inside thrashed about to try and get the Steel-type to expel it though to no avail. Devon opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted as Aggron burped, Cincinno’s struggles only causing Aggron to expel what little air remained in its stomach. Shooting the now fully erect Steel-type a glare, until Aggron looked at him expectantly. "Go watch TV or something," said Devon, eyeing the Aggron's shaft with amusement, "I'll help you deal with that when we get home." Aggron, looking disappointed, resigned to the couch. Not even ten seconds later a sickening crack interrupting Devon's next attempt to speak as the couch broke in half as the Steel-type's massive bulk proved too much for it. 'Thank god the floor's reinforced,' Devon thought as Aggron groaned loudly, consigning himself to the floor. "Alright," Devon sighed, grabbing another Pokéball from the table, "Who's next?" To his surprise, Scolipede stepped forward, the bug type never having previously shown interest in this sort of thing. Devon shrugged and pressed the button on this new ball, releasing the Pokémon inside. Felicia's Steenee regarded her trainer's boyfriend with disdain, the Grass-type never having liked Devon. Of course, the feeling was mutual. Devon didn't even give the smaller grass-type a chance to respond before signaling Venusaur, who exhaled another shimmering cloud before the Steenee went limp, the smaller Grass-type glaring angrily at Devon as he picked her up.
 
"Alright Scolipede," Devon continued, holding the Steenee at arm’s length, "What's your decision?" Without wasting any time, the tauric bug-type Pokémon stepped forward, jaws agape, and like Aggron before it, engulfed its prey (as well as most of its trainer's arm) in one go. Devon had to brace himself as the Scolipede moved forward as it swallowed. The bug-type's throat rippled strongly around Devon's hand and the Steenee he held, creating a bulge just below the Bug-type's skull, which proceeded to move down as Scolipede moved its jaws forward over its trainer's arm until it had Devon's entire arm in its body, the large bulge that was the struggling Steenee now a full third of the way down its throat. Devon couldn't help but laugh at the Bug-type's unique display of affection, placing his free hand just below the bulge in Scolipede's throat and releasing the struggling Steenee, his hand following its descent as far down as he could with his reach limited by Scolipede still having his other arm mostly down its throat until finally the bulge disappeared into its lower body, where the Bug-type's grumbling stomach eagerly awaited its live meal. Devon rubbed his free hand along the front of the large Bug-type's neck for a time, smiling as he watched Scolipede's eyes close in pleasure. Finally, he felt Scolipede swallow several more times, trying to draw the last of its trainer's flavor from his arm before finally relaxing the muscles in its throat, letting Devon draw his arm from the Scolipede's maw. Before his hand could clear the Bug-type's lips though, he felt Scolipede's tongue wrap around his wrist one last time in a show of affection as the two locked gazes, and finally managed to remove his hand from the Bug-type's mouth.
 
Giving his happy looking Bug-type a quick pat on the head, Devon turned around to face the table again, Scolipede rubbing its head against his shoulder as he did so. "Moving on now. Dragon- oh. Seriously?" Devon groaned as the camera began to pick up a low rumble, the now sleeping Dragonite's snoring becoming audible as it slumped over, before Devon felt a thud as the Dragonite's collapse resonated through the floor, the sleeping Dragon-type not even reacting to the impact. "Well since that lovable idiot's asleep, which of you two would like to go next? Venusaur? Mudsdale?" The two Pokémon looked at each other for a moment before Venusaur jerked its head towards Devon, and Mudsdale nodded his thanks before stepping forward. "Mudsdale it is then. What's your choice buddy?" Mudsdale's brow furrowed slightly, thinking about it for a moment before whinnying and turning around, bringing his ample rear into view, the massive ass being over half again as wide as Devon's shoulders. "That's kind of surprising buddy," said Devon, giving the horse Pokémon’s rear a squeeze as Mudsdale flagged his tail, giving a good view of the crinkled leather star of the Ground-type's anus, "but it's your choice and I'm happy to support it." Seemingly mesmerized by the sight before him, Devon ran a finger experimentally over the horse Pokémon’s anus, earning him another whinny as well as Mudsdale shifting its weight from one hoof to the other as its softball-sized balls twitched slightly, the horse Pokémon’s large shaft growing visible from between its hind legs. Taking it one step further, Devon inserted, one, two, and then four fingers before balling his hand into a fist and applying slight pressure to Mudsdale's hole, smirking as it passed through the muscular ring with almost no resistance. Mudsdale whinnied again, his anus visibly clamping down on his trainer's forearm as Devon slowly pistoned his forearm in and out for a few moments before finally withdrawing his hand and picking up a third Pokéball from the table, releasing the Pokémon inside. Unlike the previous two Pokémon, the Eevee contained within took one look around at the larger Pokémon arrayed around it and bolted towards the hallway, only for Venusaur to ensnare it in vines before giving the struggling Normal-type a somewhat smaller dose of its Stun Spore, allowing Devon to pick up the twitching Pokémon with ease. "Kids, don't try this at home," said Devon, smiling sadistically as without warning, he shoved the whining Eevee head first into Mudsdale's anus, the horse Pokémon pushing back hard at the sudden large intrusion and before long, Eevee as well as Devon's arm up to the shoulder were encased in Ground-type equine ass. Unlike with Scolipede however, Devon found it a lot harder to resist the rippling inner walls of Mudsdale's intestines. HIs arm was quickly coated with the equine's inner juices, and the lower dose of Stun Spore meant the Eevee in his hands had started struggling almost seconds after being fully engulfed, causing Devon's slime-slicked grip to loosen enough for the Normal-type to slide almost effortlessly out of his hands and begin its journey through the Ground-type equine's intestinal track. "Man, you're really loving this buddy," said Devon to Mudsdale, the equine's whinnies growing louder as it started backing up again, forcing Devon up against the wall with no way to resist the ton-weighing horse.
 
Giving up trying to push the Ground-type's ass way from him, Devon sighed and began to twist his encased arm against the stallion's innards, his elbow almost perfectly positioned to massage the horse's prostate. Feeling the clenching around his arm increase sharply in tempo as well as intensity, Devon knew his Pokémon was close to orgasm. Looking over to Aggron, who Devon knew would likely have a problem with this given Devon's hesitation to help him get off earlier, and was surprised at what he saw. Now at the end of the couch, Aggron was lying flat on his back, his tongue lolling out the visible side of his mouth and the Steel-type's eyes half-lidded in pleasure as Devon watched Scolipede moving its head up and down, effortlessly taking the entirety of Aggron's shaft down its throat. Almost simultaneously, Mudsdale and Aggron couldn't hold back any more, with Devon feeling the Ground-type's balls twitch against his hip as the horse Pokémon blew its load at the same time a low crying could be heard from within Mudsdale's stomach as the Eevee, mouth no longer blocked by the intestinal walls, finally arrived in its stomach, spraying the Ground-type's cum at high pressure against the floor and splattering Devon's bare feet as well as its own hooves in creamy white spunk. Meanwhile, Devon saw several large bulges pass down the Bug-type's throat as Scolipede managed to take the full of Aggron's release with no trouble, causing the Bug-type's lower body to bulge out as its stomach filled with the Steel-type's jizz. Devon could also barely make out the struggles of Steenee, who had apparently managed to not drown in the onslaught of cum, causing the Scolipede's stomach to wobble vigorously, causing even the Bug-type to get erect quickly. Aggron noticed the latter and to Devon's surprise, rolled over and raised his tail, which was the only invitation Scolipede needed to plunge its shaft deep into Aggron's sizable rear, the attention to his hole causing Aggron to groan in pleasure.
 
'Thank Arceus I'm not going to have to clean this up,' thought Devon as he looked down at the Ground-type's mess as Mudsdale finally pulled away, his hand being released from the Ground-type's anus with an audible pop. "Venusaur, you're up next since 'Sleeping Beauty' here, " he gestured to the snoring Dragonite, who'd rolled onto its back and was now snoring with its mouth open, "Could sleep through a hurricane. If he's not up by the time I'm done with you then I'll have to get creative." Venusaur eagerly stepped forward, eyeing the remaining two balls on the table hungrily, before swinging around to reveal his own sizable ass to his trainer, wagging his nub of a tail expectantly. "Yeah, I kind of figured you'd go with that," said Devon, about to press the button on the fourth ball before Venusaur growled. Surprised, Devon looked up to see Venusaur's vines coming to rest on either side of the Grass-type's anus, slowly moving inwards until they pressed through the green ring before pulling wide, giving Devon a good view of the grass type's pink innards.
 
"You want me to release this guy INSIDE you?" Devon asked, wishing he could be surprised at the Venusaur, whose mind was frankly as twisted as his trainer's sometimes. The large grass-type growled an affirmative, spreading his stance a bit as his balls seemed to twitch in anticipation. Unlike the others however, Venusaur's erection remained in check, the Grass-type having a surprising level of self-control. "Alright then, get ready big guy because this isn't going to be like the others." Venusaur growled impatiently, spreading its anus wider. "I get it, I get it!" said Devon, "Geez, you're so needy." Devon sighed, grabbing one of the remaining two Pokéballs from the table, and put a hand on the large Grass-type's ass, Venusaur's vines removing themselves from within it as Devon slowly inserted his arm into the Pokémon’s anus, which to no surprise parted easily, allowing Devon to work his whole arm in without difficulty. Pushing in further, Devon continued to push inwards, eliciting many pleasured growls and whines from the large Grass-type until Devon stopped, his arm buried up to the shoulder in Venusaur's ass. "You ready buddy?" Venusaur didn't respond, instead opting to extend his vines and wrap them around his behind, trapping Devon against it as well as pushing the human's arm as deep as it could go, eliciting further moans from the Grass-type.
 
Getting the hint, Devon began to fumble with the ball in his encased hand, maneuvering it until he could hit the button. "Got it! Here goes!" Pressing the button, Devon felt Venusaur's insides clench down hard as the Grass-type roared in pleasure at the sudden expansion in its lower intestines, knocking Devon over as Venusaur forced itself back and began to grind against the pinned human's body. "Damnit, not again" Devon cursed under his breath. Between Venusaur's massive ass and vines, Devon was completely immobilized, only able to rotate his arm. "Goddamnit, get the hell off you overgrown dino frog!" Venusaur however was too far gone to listen, his inner walls pulsing rhythmically around Devon's arm, a surprising amount of suction threatening to pull the now empty Pokéball from his grip. Minutes of grinding and rippling later, Venusaur roared as its inner walls clamped down hard on Devon's arms, cutting off blood flow temporarily as wave after wave of thick stringy cum erupted from the Grass-type's fully erect cock, spraying the back of the couch with Venusaur's seed. After feeling several twitches from the Grass-type's balls against his chest, Venusaur finally stood up, a wet schlorp issuing from its anus as Devon's arm was released, the Pokémon’s vines retracting into the Grass-type's body as Devon finally stood up, shaking his tingling arm to try and get it to wake up.
 
"With Venusaur finished, that just leaves Sleeping Beauty," Devon mused. True enough, the Dragonite was still fast asleep, though the Dragon-type's massive shaft had begun to peek out of the slit on the Dragonite's lower body, the sight of which gave Devon an idea. "Venusaur, this next one's Electric-type, think you can muster up some Sleep Powder?" The question seemed to shake the Grass-type out of its post-orgasm stupor, and nodded, curious as to what his trainer had planned. Taking the last Pokéball off the table, Devon carefully stepped over the sleeping Dragonite's tail before sitting down, straddling the thick muscular appendage. To Devon's surprise, the action didn't wake the sleeping dragon, and with that serving as the only encouragement he needed, took hold of the Dragonite's growing erection with his free hand. This finally elicited something of a response, as Devon felt the Dragon-type's tail tense up beneath him, the thick muscles beginning to twitch slightly as Devon began to work his hand up and down the shaft. In no time at all, Dragonite's breathing grew quicker as his pleasure mounted, and after a few minutes of working on it, Devon released the shaft as well as the Pokémon contained within the fifth ball.
 
Free of its containment, the Emolga within yawned loudly, looking around in hopes of finding it's trainer. Instead, it saw several Pokémon in varying states of arousal (from its vantage it could see that even Luca had begun to grow erect. Feeling Devon staring at her, Emolga turned to face the human, smiling nervously before making to run like the Steenee before it. This time however, it bumped right into Venusaur's wide face. Chuckling nervously and chittering apologetically, the Electric/Flying-type took several steps back, only for Devon to grab it by the scruff of the neck and lift it off the ground. Struggling angrily, Emolga readied an electric shock but froze when Venusaur opened its maw wide, dwarfing both the sitting human and the tiny Pokémon held in his hand, scaring Emolga to the point it passed out. Confused at the now limp Emolga, Devon simply shrugged. "Better safe than sorry," said Devon, setting the passed out Emolga on the floor next to Dragonite's tail, "Dose it." Venusaur complied, spitting out a small cloud of shimmering silver dust. "Nice job," said Devon, rubbing the Grass-type's large chin as he picked up the now sleeping Emolga, then returned his attention to the Dragonite's shaft. To Devon's surprise, he turned around to lock eyes with the now awake Dragonite, who growled inquisitively, wondering why his trainer was sitting on his tail with his hand on the Dragonite's cock. The dragon's surprised expression changed when he saw the Emolga in his trainer's hand, smiling as he put two and two together.
 
"Sorry for making assumptions," Devon apologized as the Dragonite, squirmed back, dragging Devon with him as he moved to lean against the set of counters, allowing him to curve his upper body forward to give him a better view of his trainer, "but given what I've seen you do to Pidgeys around the house I figured this would likely be your decision." The Dragon-type nodded, placing one hand on his trainer's shoulder and the other began to work the Dragon-type's shaft. Devon smiled, moving the Emolga so hung just over the tip of the Dragonite's cock. Pokémon and Trainers' eyes met one last time, and Dragonite moved its hand from its cock to the top of Emolga's head, and together, Devon and the Dragon-type shoved the sleeping Pokémon down the latter's cock. No matter how many times he saw it happen, Devon was always entranced by the act, the Emolga making a large bulge as it traveled slowly down the Dragon-type's cock. When it was halfway in, both released the Pokémon, allowing Dragonite to begin working on its new cockmeal.
 
Devon watched in silent awe, his hands idly coming to rest on either side of the Dragon-type's anus and earning him a growl of pleasure from his loyal partner, beginning to finger it as Dragonite's cock began to pulse, each pulse drawing the Emolga in further with each successive one, until finally, the Emolga's bulge disappeared as it passed from the base of the Dragon-type's shaft into its internal sac, leaving Devon somewhat disappointed that he wouldn't get to see the Emolga's struggles. Panting, Dragonite put its now free hand on its trainer's other shoulder, staring into his eyes intently. As if he understood, Devon stood up, the Dragon-type's arms still on his shoulders as he undid his belt and dropped his pants, revealing his own throbbing member to the larger Pokémon. Smiling, Dragonite moved one hand to his trainer's ass and the other to his own cock before pulling Devon towards him and taking his trainer's member down to the base into his large mouth, his tongue curling under his trainer's sac. Devon moaned in pleasure, Dragonite's tongue giving him an impossible amount of pleasure as he gripped the back of the Dragon-type's head and began to thrust to a limited degree as Dragonite still held him by the ass, the Dragon's sucking growing more powerful as both drew closer to orgasm. Quickly, and simultaneously, both went over the edge, Dragonite spraying his seed in an arc across the room, covering enough distance to get some on Aggron and Scolipede, the latter growling loudly at the disgrace. Dropping to lay flat on its back, Dragonite smiled as Devon withdrew his cock from the dragon's mouth, the Dragon-type licking its lips as his trainer pulled his pants up and sat on its chest, both panting heavily. A low growl drew Devon's attention back to the camera, largely forgotten in the afterglow.
 
Devon cleared his throat awkwardly standing up and stepping over Dragonite to address the camera a final time. "We're through," said Devon to the camera, the unoccupied members of his team moving to array themselves behind their trainer, "Don't bother trying to contact me. I've already cancelled our shared cellphone service and made arrangements to move to another region. You won't find me, no matter how hard you try. Goodbye Felicia." Smiling as he drew remote out of his pocket, Devon flipped the camera "the bird" before turning it off. Everyone in the room, human and Pokémon, breathed a collective sigh of relief.
 
"Thanks for helping me out guys," said Devon as his Pokémon drew closer, Luca having set the video camera on the table next to the now empty Pokéballs. Each Pokémon growled happily in response, rubbing or patting their trainer in affection. The only one who didn't join in the display was Luca, who absently looked down at its unattended cock in disappointment. Almost sensing the Lucario's issue, Devon smiled and squeezed the Fighting/Steel-type's paw. "Don't think I've forgotten about you," said Devon, pulling the Lucario into an awkward hug (not wanting to impale himself on Luca's chest spike), "You and I are going to have some 'alone time' when we get home." Luca's eyes lit up as he returned his trainer's hug, letting out a small bark of happiness as Devon turned to the rest of his team. "Let's go home and get some rest guys. Tomorrow's moving day and I'd like to make sure we didn't miss anything." With that, he returned all but one member of his team to their respective balls, with Dragonite following him outside. Once in the yard, Devon climbed onto his Pokémon’s back, howling with laughter as the Dragon-type kicked off from the ground, eager to see what tomorrow would bring.