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Her name was Rowan. She was twenty-one years old and the prized child and experiment of Dr. Sequoyah and today was the first experiment. Though she looked much like every other human woman, she was infused with the DNA of a Ditto. This didn’t give her any transformative abilities but it made her body receptive to the semen of Pokemon, any Pokemon. Dr. Sequoyah’s hope was that Rowan might successfully breed with Legendary Pokemon and increase their populations.
Like any female Pokemon, she experienced heat cycles. They were incredibly powerful and it was not uncommon for them to last multiple weeks, all of these measures biologically ingrained in her to make her a good breeding candidate. Before they began tracking any godly Pokemon, they would test her with some more common Pokemon. This wasn’t her first heat but this would be her first breeding and at the start of the second week of this cycle, she was aching and desperate.
Rowan was naked in an observation room that was empty except for a breeding bench that she would no doubt make plenty of use of. A small door opened just enough for a Pokeball to release into the chamber a massive Noivern. The hulking Pokemon visibly scented, locking eyes with her. Just smelling a female in heat had the tip of the stud’s length poking from his sheath on his underbelly.
He approached her intently and as she watched him she couldn’t deny she was suddenly having second thoughts.This was going to be her first coupling. Rowan was frozen in place as the massive dragon approached her, looking down on her as his excitement revealed itself. His member was thick and sleek with an almost alien head. His cock was a nearly luminescent teal that stood out starkly against his purple underbelly, with a flared head sporting ridges along the edge.
Noivern was dominant and impatient. The scent of a fertile, ovulating female with no other studs around to challenge him had put him into a breeding frenzy. He would claim this female for his own and make sure there wasn’t a moment she wasn’t rearing his young or mating with him religiously. She wasn’t receptive to him but she wasn’t running from him and that was more than enough invitation for him.
The massive dragon pressed himself into her space, his rigid, leaking cock brushing her bare skin and snapping her back to reality. Rowan shoved at the Noivern as he pressed his snout to her neck, sniffing and licking her heated skin.
“Stop!” If he heard or understood her, he paid her no mind. Her shoves and kicks didn’t seem to bother him as his nose moved down her body, into her chest, and down further still. “Get away from me! I don’t want to mate with you!” Despite being actively monitored by the scientists, her cries did nothing to elicit any pity or aid.
Noivern growled as his mate continued to buffet him with blows as he inspected her but he didn’t stop his conquest. The further down her body he ventured the more overwhelming the scent of her heat became. He found the apex of her thighs and firmly pressed his snout against her dripping folds, taking in all of her scent. Rowan shoved and pulled at his head trying to get the Noivern to stop but there seemed to be nothing she could do to stop him. Noivern was getting irritated by the limited access he had to her damp slit and decided it was time he showed her who was in charge.
He raised himself back up to his full height and as he rose he hooked the claws on his wings under her thighs, lifting her with him. Noivern dropped her on her back onto the breeding bench and pried her thighs apart, hissing loudly with approval at the sight of her drooling sex. His cock jumped as he took in the sight of such a desperate female. This wasn’t the first female he’s claimed, he knows just how badly she needs the relief of him planting his whelps inside of her.
“Stop!! I can’t mate with you! I’m not a Pokemon!” Her words meant nothing to the aroused Noivern. He wouldn’t be satisfied until her belly began to swell with his clutch. She kicked and tried to clamp her legs shut but the massive dragon was strong enough to tear her apart if he so chose. She was at his mercy.
Noivern stuck his head between her thighs again, lapping eagerly at her slit with a rough, forked tongue. He didn’t waste much time, his cock aching with his own need. The scent of a female in estrus was bringing him into his rut, the both of them at the mercy of their uncontrollable need to copulate and reproduce. His head lifted from her sex, looking at her before he climbed on top of her.
She continued shouting and pleading for Noivern to stop even as he began thrusting his cock against her belly while he tried to manipulate her into a better position. Rowan struggled against him, trying to climb out from beneath him even as his claws shoved and rotated her, trying to roll her onto her belly. A few minutes of struggling had successfully managed her onto her hands and knees but as he began to climb off of her to adjust his own position, she saw her chance and bolted. Noivern had her before both of her legs had dismounted the bench, his talons securing around her hips even as he bit her neck, hard enough to give her a warning without breaking skin. He was snarling possessively as he ground his dripping cock against her, smearing her with his fluids that stank of his rut. The scent of a male claiming a female for his use.
He guided her back onto the bench, never releasing his grip or his bite. Trembling with fear and arousal, Rowan obediently climbed back onto the bench and waited. There was nothing she could do. No one was coming to help her and she knew better than to expect mercy from this dragon. There was a weight on her back as her whole body was engulfed by Noivern’s wings, his body effectively enshrouding her as he mounted her, his taloned feet straddling her elevated hips. His cock was huge and with the weird flared head, she had no idea if he would even fit inside of her. The weird tip of his length prodded and probed against her thighs as he searched for her opening.
Each missed thrust smeared his musk against her skin, the air thickening with the scent of the mounting Noivern and she found her thoughts disorganized the longer she was exposed to it. Noivern chattered and chirped above her with excitement as he rutted against her, seeking that silky warmth to guide him in. A few tense moments passed and she could hear him getting agitated when, at last, she felt his burning member press against her opening.
There was no further warning or waiting; as soon as he felt her moist opening, he cried out his triumph and slowly began to bury himself into Rowan. He adjusted his bite, latching his jaws firmly around the back of her neck in a breeding hold. Rowan arched her back and cried out loudly as all at once the flared head slipped inside of her. She could feel the ridges dragging against her inner walls as, gradually, Noivern sank more and more of his huge cock inside of her. He was rumbling and growling his enjoyment and suddenly she felt his powerful tail coil around her leg, another hold on his mate to ensure she was under his control before he began breeding her.
Rowan squirmed and whimpered beneath Noivern as he finally seemed to have gone as far as he could but judging by the frustrated whine and shove of his hips, he still had some length to go before bottoming out. He held himself there briefly and she couldn’t help but shudder with relief that he had given her a chance to adjust. It was uncomfortable having something so large inside of her and she struggled to adapt to such a huge invasion.
Whatever mercy he might have been showing her by penetrating her so slowly was quickly abandoned as Noivern began to pull himself out of her. The ridges along the flared head of his cock dragged against her insides and rapidly overwhelmed her with pleasure. Rowan couldn’t stop the loud moan that slipped from her as the dragon drew his hips back. He pulled out as far as he could though the flared tip of his cock kept him firmly locked inside of her. She felt him tug back a bit before he began mercilessly humping her, his weight and powerful bite keeping her firmly in place as he began mating his female.
Rowan was no longer crying out or begging anymore, she had fallen mostly silent--panting loudly--as the huge Noivern laid his claim to her. His mane was soft against her back, a stark contrast to his sharp teeth firmly pressed into her neck. Beneath his tough hide she could feel his muscles rolling and shifting as he thrust into her, his powerful tail nearly constricting her leg. His loud panting breaths and dominant snarls filled her ears even as she began to whimper every few thrusts.
Noivern could feel her body relaxing around him as he mated her and he rumbled his satisfaction. The only thing more enjoyable than claiming a female was the feeling of her accepting him. His thrusts slowly began reaching deeper and deeper. Rowan hadn’t thought it possible but Noivern was soon hilting himself inside of her.
The sound of their bodies colliding filled the chamber with their lewd rhythm. As hard as she had fought him, she was unable to deny her pleasure any longer. Her pathetic whimpers transformed into impassioned moaning, wordlessly encouraging Noivern to breed her. She was lost to her instincts and would do anything to have the powerful dragon fill her with his clutch. This would prove for the scientists an opportunity to see some elusive Pokemon, like Noivern, and their breeding behaviors.
His mate’s moans were all the encouragement he needed to begin mating her thoroughly. Noivern humped into her faster and harder. His hide, splattered with her fluids, slapped loudly against her damp thighs as he savagely pumped his length into her over and over again. The bench creaked beneath the abuse of the dragon’s relentless fucking, Rowan was bucking and moaning beneath him.
His thrusts began to dissolve into rhythmless, frenzied rutting as he felt his climax rapidly approaching. He latched his claws around his female’s hips, pulling her firmly into him as he thrust deep into her. He shoved and grinded their sexes together until he could feel to head of his cock pressed firmly against the opening of her cervix. Noivern crowed loudly as he came, a shudder running through his cock, followed rapidly by the first watery spurt of cum. He grinded against her as his length throbbed inside of her again and again. Each spasm brought with it another thick gush of his seed pumping directly into her womb, rapidly filling her.
Rowan’s climax washed over her like a tidal wave that had her crying out and moaning loudly, her walls quivering and gripping Noivern’s massive cock, milking him for as much of his cum as he could give. The dragon’s bite released and was followed by the affectionate grooming of his new mate even while his cock continued emptying into her.
It was several minutes before he finished, though he remained hilted inside of her for nearly half an hour before, finally, his flared head softened enough to pull out of her. Noivern sloppily pulled out of her and he was followed by a torrent of cum that leaked from her stretched sex.
Noivern climbed off of her at last. She had hoped that the Noivern would be taken away and that this would be the end of this encounter. Yet, the dragon was still in the room with her, casually grooming his tool as they both recovered. Stiffly Rowan sat up and looked to where she hoped one of the hidden observation windows was.
“A-are we done? I want to go home.” There was a pause before Dr. Sequoyah’s voice came across the intercom.
“Not yet. We will leave you together until your heat ends to maximize the odds of successful fertilization.”
As if on cue, panels in the wall opened to reveal a large bed. Overhead, rafters appeared from one wall and spanned the room, connecting to the wall opposite, likely a comfort for Noivern’s sake. Upon closer inspection it was obvious that the bed was plenty large for both of the room’s occupant’s. Rowan would be locked in this room with Noivern for a week. The thought sent a defeated shudder through her. This was only the first test in what was her explicit purpose for existing: breeding.
The lighting in the room was dimmed, dramatically darkening the chamber but ensuring that the subjects could be observed. Food was delivered through a mechanism in the walls, all of this automation ensuring there was never a chance for either occupant to escape. Noivern happily dug into his meal but Rowan found herself lacking appetite and retreated to the bed to lay down. She drifted off into a light slumber; she was uncertain if she slept for hours or minutes when she was awoken by the feeling of the mattress dipping with the weight of another body.
She was groggy and slightly disoriented, finding it easier to close her eyes and try to go back to sleep as she assumed it was the dragon Pokemon climbing onto the bed. She could feel him moving around the bed and occasionally grooming her or nuzzling her and she was happy enough to ignore him until she felt his weight on top of her again.
Her eyes snapped wide open and she was greeted by the sight of Noivern’s bright teal cock again, rigid and leaking with his excitement. She was on her back and the dragon towered over her for a moment before he lowered himself to all fours, his forehands on his wings settling on either side of her head. His cock settled on her abdomen, slimy and hot against her skin and the scent that wafted from his length clouded her mind once again.
“Stop! I’m not another Pokemon!” She halfheartedly shoved and kicked at Noivern as his hips began to pulse, thrusting his length against her and smearing her with more and more of his fluids. She knew nothing she could say would get him to stop but Rowan couldn’t help trying, hoping he might be satisfied with one coupling. Every smear of his fluids that he spread on her with his member, the thicker the scent of his rut became. He was marking her with his scent, claiming her inside and out so that everyone would know who she belonged to. His musk also made her body hotter and hornier by the second, rapidly deteriorating her resolve.
Satisfied as his female ceased her struggling underneath him, Noivern was finally able to mate her again. His cock prodded and probed against her thighs and against her lower lips, searching for her opening, smearing more of his musk on her all the while. She felt his length slide against her slit and he angled his hips again, his hot breath puffing over her face as he struggled to line himself up properly.
Then she felt it, the tip of his cock parting her opening and as he felt the warmth against him his eagerly pushed his hips forward, burying the entirety of his length inside of her. As his hide met her skin, hilting him inside of her, Noivern bent low over her and bit her neck to hold her in place as he began pumping his hips again. He was growling dominantly as he thrust into her, letting her know he would not tolerate anything other than her total submission. For Rowan, overwhelmed by the pheromones in her mate’s musk, she expected nothing less and would happily let the Pokemon dominate her.
The sound of hide slapping against soft skin rhythmically filled the room, accompanied by her panting and his growling. Each thrust seemed to push him even deeper and deeper inside of her, the edges of the flared tip of his cock dragging luxuriously against her insides. He mated her viciously, pounding into her with the sole determination to fill her with his seed. Before long she felt him stutter inside of her, his thrusts pounding into her over and over before he hilted inside of her and held himself there. The dragon pumped her full of his seed again, remaining tied to her for almost an hour. It was long enough that both of them seemed happy to drift to sleep while they waited for his length to soften.
Rowan was awoken again less than an hour later when she felt herself being lifted. Before she could react, Noivern had grabbed her and was pushing off the floor and beating into the air with his massive wings. If her weight bothered him it certainly didn’t show as the dragon Pokemon carried her up to the rafters, his body flipping in the air so that he could grab the strut with his talons. Rowan’s back was held firmly against his belly, his forearms hooked across her waist and gripping her shoulder. Even his tail wrapped around her ankle, one more hold to ensure she wouldn’t fall.
She was upside down, suspended by the ceiling, in the grip of a Pokemon in rut. She could only imagine that this was Noivern’s preferred position and as if to prove her right, she felt his hardening shaft pressing against her. Suspended as they were, Rowan could do nothing to rebuff Noivern’s advances without risking him outright dropping her. Not that she thought he would; he was just as happy to mount an unwilling mate as he was a willing one.
The thick scent of his musk filled the air as he thrust against her again, his moist length smearing her with another layer of his pheromones. With his female helpless against him and a proper mating posture achieved it only took him a few seconds of frenzied thrusting before she felt his cock slip inside of her again. Still stretched from before he slid easily inside of her, burrowing himself to the hilt before he began pounding into her.
Noivern chittered and growled as his jaws latched onto her shoulder hard and she could feel his teeth break skin as he marked his mate. One of his talons released the rafter and grabbed her other thigh, dragging the pointed tips across her skin to mark her there as well. After a few minutes of his repeated scratches and relentless thrusting, he took hold of her thigh in his talon and spread her legs wider to give him better access. This was how Noivern was meant to mate and in proper position his cock buried deeper than it ever had before. Each thrust pressed against her cervix, guaranteeing his access to her womb.
Rowan was moaning and whimpering helplessly as they copulated and when he pushed himself in as deep as he could she felt herself cumming. Her inner walls quivered and gripped Noivern’s cock just as it began pulsing inside of her. It throbbed heavily before the dragon hissed excitedly, a huge spurt of cum pouring into her. He pulsed again, delivering another burst of seed; their suspension guaranteed that all of it dripped down deeper into her, filling her womb and cunt.
Noivern did not let her down from the rafters for the rest of her heat. The longest he would let her rest was a couple of hours before he would grab her and mount her. Sometimes they would remain tied together for hours; sometimes he wouldn’t even pull out before he began breeding her again. There would be no doubt that she would bear his clutch after such regular and sustained mating.
At the end of the week, when the researchers attempted to release both of the chamber’s denizens, Noivern roughly mounted her again and rutted her as he fired an attack at any who tried to enter. Her heat was over but now he was obsessing over her, dominantly fuckng her as he tried to harm anyone that would interrupt them. Though her heat was over, the scientists let Noivern finish with her before they returned him to his Pokeball and entered the room. They helped Rowan down from the rafters, her abdomen, sex, and inner thighs coated with semen.
They didn’t give her a chance to rest before rushing her down the hall to an evaluation room. There they ran some tests and despite having coupled so recently, there was no denying the results. The breeding had been successful, Noivern had planted a clutch of six eggs inside of her.