Pokémon Kink Meme pt. 1 [CLOSED FOR PROMPTS, OPEN FOR FILLS]

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the pokémon kink meme I
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What is this I don't even 1/2

[anonymous]

Caterpie and Butterfree would be returning soon, and Metapod was starving. In truth, she was spoiled; Most of her kind did not have the luxury of food in this motionless, almost helpless phase. But Caterpie and Butterfree… They were compassionately helping her get through the wait. Not without a price, not for free, but she was grateful for the regular delivery of leaves and honey, and it was fair that she give them something in return. And the price, really, was something she wanted to give, so it was not really a price at all.

These thoughts passed through Metapod’s mind until she heard the beating of wings, slow and controlled. Her mind went blank and her thoughts fled, and all she could do was feel the anticipation of knowing Butterfree was close. Caterpie couldn’t be far behind, for the pair of males always seemed to arrive together. Soon, soon, she reminded herself. They would be here soon.

Seconds passed, an eternity of seconds, and she cursed her restricted movements, her utter incapability of doing something, anything. She couldn’t even look at them unless they stood before her. All she could offer was a low cry, and Butterfree called back to her, the tone of his voice full of promises.

The sound of suction cups popping across wood indicated Caterpie’s climb towards them, and at the same time, Butterfree’s flapping slowed, and she knew he was landing. The soft sound of his feet making contact with the leaves all around them sent a thrill through her body.

Butterfree flitted before her, slowly, controlled so as not to release any of the poisonious powder covering his wings. He seemed to hover before her, and then fluttered himself forward, his honey-covered legs smearing against the seam in her shell that covered her mouth. The honey viscously slipped through the slit, and she could taste it, rich and wonderful. She closed her eyes and simply enjoyed it, and pondered on the fact that it seemed more delicious every single day. Butterfree gripped the horn on her head, landing on her face and rubbing his legs more insistently against her mouth. She took it gratefully, enjoying it until there was nothing left.

Caterpie was behind her now, and she heard the rustle of leaves being dropped from his mouth. Her senses were fevering, like they always did when the two males were close, making sounds and giving her flavors she had nearly forgotten about before she had met them. The leaves would be consumed later, she decided. She could wait.

2/2

[anonymous]

Butterfree knew it, his psychic powers relatively weak, but strong enough to pick up her emotions of want. He left her face and landed behind her, out of sight, and somehow that made it better, better that she didn’t know what they were doing. Caterpie called questioningly, confused that things were out of order, but Butterfree’s reassurance led them both to position themselves behind her.

Metapod could feel Butterfree’s abdomen and Caterpie’s tail brushing against the circular opening at the end of her body, back to back with the pair. She shuddered, and listened as Caterpie shuffled, and she knew she was mounting Butterfree like he always did. She could picture him, dwarfed between the huge, beautiful wings, grinding against Butterfree, and she wished she could press herself against them.

The claspers of the both of them gripped her suddenly, digging into the shell, but she couldn’t feel it, for her shell was too sturdy and thick to pick up such as small pinch. Butterfree took a step back, moving the two males towards her as one, and then she felt it, felt his cock sliding into her as quickly as he could without poisoning the others. He was thick and hot in her, and she barely had time to adjust before Caterpie thrust in. Within her body the males’ cocks brushed together, and she was so full, stretched and overwhelmed. Catepie and Butterfree thrust forward at the same time, and pleasure shot through her body in a shuddering wave.

It never took much, all three of them quickly overwhelmed and consumed by the sensations of three merged to one, and they not naturally inclined to long mating to begin with. It only took a few thrusts, a few delicious strokes from the males, and then Butterfree and Caterpie were both spilling into her. They quickly overfilled her, flooding her brusa past its limit, and the mixing come from the both of them was forced out in gouts, splattering against their abdomens.

The pair slid out of her simultaneously, both making a little cry as their over-stimulated cocks were slid against each other more firmly. She remained still, like she always did, for there was nothing else she could do, and let them do as they would.

In the corner of her eye, she saw Caterpie moving towards her, mouth stuffed with leaves, and she was moved by his sweetness, his willingness to sacrifice the chance to wallow in the lingering sensation to instead give her everything she need. She was so grateful, so grateful for the both of them, and one day, when she became a Butterfree, she would show them just how much.