Pocket Monster University

Yang's POV

“Ben? Ben, come on, wake up! This isn’t funny!”

Wasn’t this just like a guy? I finally mustered up the courage I needed to talk to him again, and what do I find? He’s passed out naked in our bedroom. Faye had told me as much, that after Yuna’s transformation, Sabrina had locked his mind away for some kind of emergency training.

I just didn’t think he needed to be kept busy all the time, did he? A cup full of cold water, a slap to the face, and nothing. Even a punch to the gut hadn’t been enough to get him to wake up! Several, even. The first one I’d been worried about hurting him and held back, but even when I really let him have it, the most I got was a mild gasp.

It was almost creepy how durable his body had become in the few days since that first spar.

“Hurry up and finish, would ya? I wanna talk to you again…” I said as I sat next to him, legs pulled up to my chest. “Especially about the… y’know?”

“I went and saw the nurse. They said there was something funny about me. Normally, a Trainer doesn’t spend much time in the 90s of corruption. Either she’ll keep giving in and transform, or the urges will pass and her Corruption will go back down.” I took out my phone and checked my Stats for the hundredth time today.

“Ninety-eight percent.” I let out a big, unsightly sigh. Good thing Ben was asleep right now. I wouldn’t want him to see me like this. Come to think of it, he sure was easy to talk to in his current state, wasn’t he? “Tried a cold shower, tried exercise, every little thing I could think of, but it’s not going down. And… and I think I know why too.”

I laid down, put my head on his chest. His skin felt nice and cool, like a fresh breeze. The firm muscles moved with the slow rhythm of his breathing, and I felt myself calming down.

“I don’t want it to go down.” It was the first time I’d admitted it to anyone, myself included. It felt… good to say it out loud. “I never really wanted to be a Trainer in the first place. Taking care of pokegirls, breaking their wills… the whole thing kind of makes my stomach feel queasy.”

“When I came here, I thought I’d be a Hunter. You know, travel the world in search of wild pokegirls. It’s like being a superhero, right? And having these superpowers is super cool too.” I put my palm on his stomach, fingers tracing over his drool-worthy six-pack. Flames ignited on my fingertips, but his skin stayed nice and cool all the same. “But it wasn’t till I came here that I realized how silly that was. It’s not like Trainers are the ones that take down the wild pokegirls.”

I’d gotten that wakeup call in Professor Maylene’s Fighting Gym. A Trainer fighting pokegirls was the option of last resort. In a battle, it was expected that the team the Trainer had brought with him would do all the fighting for them instead, and if they weren’t enough, the proper answer was to run away, not step in. It made a weird sense… pokegirls outnumbered Trainers fifty to one at least. But the idea of having to sit on the sidelines while others were risking their lives for my sake? I hated it.

“I don’t think I’d make a good Trainer anyways. I like being friendly. And women are nice, but I tried some domination over at the daycare and… oof. It is just not for me. So last night, when we were… ah…” When he was absolutely fucking my brains out. “...making love. I knew what was happening. I felt it. And I wanted it. The idea of being your pokegirl, keeping you safe, helping other people… it felt so right. And I could feel myself ready to change.”

I let out a long sigh, then turned over, resting my shoulder blades on his chest now as I stared up at the ceiling. “There was just one thing wrong with it. I know it’s what I want, but I don’t know about you. I think… I think you want me as a girlfriend. Which is, gosh… super sweet. You’re a real nice guy, y’know? Uh, not in a bad way. Just like… you’re kind of like… a rock? Not in a bad way! Rocks are great! I mean… uh…”

Thank goodness he was out like a light and didn’t have to listen to this word salad.

“This place is absolutely crazy. I’ve seen like three fights in the gyms where girls were screaming their heads off like they wanted to murder each other. This one girl was telling off a guy, then she went to her knees and started sucking him off. I saw one girl riding a cart, and two other girls were pulling it, and they were dressed like… and everyone else, they were just pretending that these things aren’t even happening. I don’t wanna judge, but I feel like I’m the only sane person in an asylum sometimes. But you… you’re not looking away from all this insanity.”

“You see it all with fresh eyes, take it all in, and then keep going. Nothing seems to faze you. I really like that about you. It makes me feel safe.” I flipped over again, letting my chest rest on his as I gazed at his sleeping face. He had a nice face, even if the gentle features were at odds with the nice muscles on the rest of him.

“So I want to be your pokegirl. When you wake up, I’m gonna ask if that’s okay, and if it is… then we can…” Then he can fuck me against the wall so hard I plow right through it. He can hammer me into the bed so hard it breaks. We can roll around in the dirt, rutting like wild animals, and the other girls watching can just…

“W-wow… you’re… ah… kind of excited, aren’t you?” I don’t know when I had reached under Ben’s towel and felt his manhood, but it had responded to my touch in seconds, creating a tent pole with the fabric. When I pulled the towel away, I saw that it was standing up rigid, the foreskin peeled back halfway. Glistening.

“I really shouldn’t…”

Shouldn’t be stroking off my unconscious roommate? Yeah. Definitely not. This was rape, wasn’t it? He hadn’t consented. This was something bad girls did. I was a good girl, and the responsible thing to do was cover him back up and give him his privacy.

But it was so hard and big and felt so nice in my hand!

The rest of Ben’s body was cool to the touch, but his cock? It was so warm and toasty, it reminded me of the summer sun. And so thick. I couldn’t even get my fingers completely around it. What had that one commercial said? If an erection lasted for four hours or more, you needed to call a doctor. It must be a serious issue then, right? But poor Ben… he was all alone. And unconscious like this, he had no way to take care of himself, did he? That wasn’t safe at all!

“Ehehe…” I couldn’t believe I was climbing on top of him like this. Or that I was pulling off my spandex shorts and the panties underneath. “This is for your own good, okay? I just… you need some relief, right?”

Sitting on top of him, my mons pubis pushed right against his shaft, it was incredible to me that the entire length had fit inside of me last night. Oh wow… last night…

“I’m going to put it in…” My voice went down to a whisper. “...Master.”

I raised my hips, then reached down to guide his cock to my pussy. Just feeling it press against my vulva felt so good, his precum mixing with my juices. A little wiggling, and he was inside. “Oh fuck! Hahhh…!” He felt even bigger than last night. No, that wasn’t it. Last night, I’d been terrified that he wouldn’t fit. Now, I was remembering that feeling of being stuffed so full, and that made me impatient, forcing his cock inside of me faster than I could handle.

But the pain didn’t last long, and in its place was so much pleasure.

“Master… Master… fuck your slutty pokegirl slave, Master…!” I was bouncing on him, dropping down on him so fast that I’d be worried about hurting him if I didn’t know Ben was so strong and durable. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was steady, so I closed my own eyes and let my imagination wander.

I started rubbing at my clit and in my mind, it was Ben playing with me, driving me even higher. “Yesss… your good girl, Master. Thank you, Master…!”

I squeezed down on my chest so hard that it hurt, pulled at my nipples. “Thank you, Master… I’m so glad you love my titties…!”

I reached my hand back and gave my ass a slap harder than Ben ever would, hard enough my hand was stinging more than my cheek. “Nyaahhh! Yes, Master…! Please punish your naughty slave. She’s been a bad girl… fucking her Master without permission… punish me, punish me…”

Bouncing on his cock, spanking my own ass, toying with my clit, I could feel the orgasm coming on faster than it ever had before. This was so so soooo wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself! Before I finished, I leaned down, my chest pressed against his, and I nuzzled at his neck. “Please… cum inside me, Master… let your slavegirl bring you relief. Please, Master…”

“Your horny slave loves Master so much…” At that moment, I was eternally grateful that he was still unconscious, but also wishing so very strongly that he could hear me. “I love you…!”

As if it were a sign from the heavens, I felt his cock twitch inside of me. I heard him draw in a sharp breath. And when I felt his hot seed pouring right into my womb, I hugged him as tight as I could while I found myself cumming again and again!

It was a hard orgasm, not holding myself back this time. Every part of my body was on fire. First figuratively, then literally. My head was itching, and there was a burn on the small of my lower back, a pressure building up inside of me.

“Hahh… nya!!”

Flaming cat ears perched on top of my head as my old ears burned away. A lashing tail of flame shot out, curled, then snuffed out. There was pain in my fingertips as my nails sharpened and darkened into dangerous claws.

I was a pokegirl.

“Ben… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” What had happened to talking to him about it?! Now, if he kept me, would it be because he really wanted me in his Harem… or because he’d feel guilty? Or worse… he pitied me?

“I didn’t mean to… Ben…?” I hugged his waist tight, his half-hard cock still inside me. “Please, wake up. Please… I need you right now. I messed up. I don’t know what to do now. Ben…?”

“Hey now. Everything is going to be okay. Just relax.”

“Eeep!” I whipped my head around to look at the doorway. “Faye! I wasn’t… um…”

“Relax, I said. I think I can see what’s going on here.” She gave me a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I’ve got a plan. Everything is going to work out. Perfectly.”

…why did I think she was lying?