“Get up! Come on, up and at ‘em!”

The unfamiliar voice jostled Clair out of slumber. Still shaking off her drowsiness, the long, lithe Dragonair yawned.

She was in her nest, coiled protectively around her eggs. She had given up trying to number her clutches—was this her sixth? Seventh? It was impossible to tell. After her transformation and breeding by the elder’s pokemon, she’d been pressed into a new role as a breeder. She’d swollen dutifully with her first clutch, going from an elegant slenderness to a gravid, eggbound shape that had left it difficult for her to even move at times.

The birth had been easy, and afterwards, she’d entertained notions that, her lesson learned, she’d be returned to her old shape. Those dreams had been dashed when the elders had introduced her to an especially frisky Zweilous, and she’d found herself swelling up yet again. By this point, Clair had accepted that she was never going back—and had, in her own way, come to settle in and even enjoy her new role as a draconic broodmother.

“Come on, let’s go,” the voice pressed. Some person was standing at the entrance to the nesting chamber. Female dragons were scattered about in various states of pregnancy (Clair suspected that some of them, like her, had begun their lives as humans) but the person speaking seemed directed at her.

The old Clair would have bristled at being addressed such—but paradoxically, attaining a dragon’s shape had largely cured her of her temper. She gently left her eggs, secure in the knowledge that her little ones would be safe in the care of the other females in the chamber, and slithered out to follow the attendant.

They passed through the sunken halls of the Dragon’s Den, the attendant marching along, the human-turned-pokemon trailing demurely behind. She kept her gaze pinned low to the ground, mostly keeping on the fellow’s heels. The stony floor felt smooth against her belly scales.

Passing along, they finally stopped outside of a place which Clair was, by now, intimately familiar with: the breeding chamber. Her clutch hadn’t even hatched yet—they usually gave her a least that long before knocking her up again.

But she shook her head. It wasn’t her place to question, anymore. Now her job was to breed and birth when ordered. Grunting, the man unlocked the door and ushered her inside. The door slammed shut, leaving her inside with—

Ah. She recognized the person before her. He was as she remembered, an athletic young man with skin tanned bronze and a messy mop of hair. The same pokemon who had swept her team and caused this entire mess was at his side, smirking at her—a powerful, grinning Seviper.

The trainer from Hoenn folded his arms. “When I finally came back again to get the badge I should have earned,” he said, “I was surprised to see a new leader. She gave it to me fair and square… afterwards I asked what had happened to you. They told me about your punishment, and even invited my pokemon, who had been shamed by you, an opportunity to make things right.”

Seviper was no Dragon-type, but it was in the proper egg group. Its tongue slithered out hungrily.

“So it really is you, huh?” he asked, stepping closer to look at her. Clair glanced aside, feeling shame. To think, all she had to have done to avoid all this was control her emotions long enough to give this trainer a badge…

“You don’t seem any different from any others,” he said. “But I guess that’s fitting. My buddy here has permission to knock you up.”

The Seviper’s voice trilled out, an excited, sibilant hiss, and as it wound its way over to her, Clair saw that its slender, ruby-red hemipenes were already thick at attention.

The thought of protesting never even crossed her mind. She was a breeder, now; this was what she did. Her voice trailing out in a low warbling song, Clair uncoiled herself, presenting her slit to the Poison-type.

Its voice still high with excitement, the Seviper wound its way over to her and then around her. Clair was used to the sensation—serpentine pokemon entwined as they mated, and the Seviper was no exception. Soon her smooth opalescent hide was twisted in with its more powerful bulk. Her draconic senses could taste the creature’s arousal in the air, and the pheromones were getting her worked up as well—her need readied itself like a spring slowly beginning to bubble out water, as her well-bred body, already accustomed to bearing dragon eggs, prepared to receive yet another clutch.

The Seviper lowered its head to be close to hers, its voice low and almost purring with triumph, and then it pushed inside.

Although she’d been mated several times to several dragons ever since her transformation, Clair still never quite got used to the sensation of pokemon cock. The initial entrance hardly felt like anything, the way that the Seviper’s two cocks were tapered to such fine points—but as it slid further and further in, its hemipenes spread her open as they widened at the base. Clair’s draconic voice—high and sibilant, almost songlike—filled the breeding chamber with a desperate keen as the sudden presence bit sharply at her. But as the Seviper held in her, watching as she panted desperately, the pain—as always—morphed into a deep, burning pleasure. Her pussy clenched around the Seviper’s dicks, making the snake pokemon almost chuckle in response, and then its body undulated as it began fucking her proper.

Her sharp, keening voice gradually modulated into a low, lusty moan as the other pokemon’s lovemaking set her pussy aflame with desire. It was like her new, serpentine pussy was made to take reptile dick—the two hemipenes seemed to slot in perfectly, stirring up raw arousal. It set her whole body spinning with desire and Clair almost idly coiled tighter against the Seviper entwined with her. It squeezed back, holding and claiming her with a pressure that didn’t quite hurt, but nevertheless exerted itself fully against her yielding body. She was the Seviper’s bitch to breed, and it was going to hold her tight until she was well and flushed with seed.

The Seviper picked up the pace, sawing into her with a raw, regular rhythm that left her pussy fluttering. Her eyes half-lidded with arousal, her tongue panting from her mouth, Clair gave herself fully to the breeding, knowing that it was best to relish in them as they came.

But a new sensation, one she hadn’t anticipated, suddenly hooked her out of her reverie. The Seviper’s trainer had unbuckled his pants and, cock standing firm and erect, had pushed it into the Dragonair’s open, inviting maw.

Clair could no longer speak, of course, but the confused, muffled sounds she squeezed out around the trainer’s dick couldn’t be taken as anything other than protest.

“Didn’t think I’d be living out these fantasies with a snake,” the trainer said, “but I’m still not complaining.” The Seviper’s body rippled with barely contained laughter, and he hiked his cocks even further into Clair’s waiting pussy. She moaned deeper and was rewarded by the trainer sticking his cock as far back into her throat as he could go.

“C’mon, boy,” the trainer said, ignoring Clair to address the serpent in the room who really mattered. “Let’s dominate her again.”

The two of them began fucking her in concert, pounding her holes without mercy—the Seviper rutting his twin cocks into her without abandon, and the trainer, his pace slightly slower but no less energetic, ramming his cock against her mouth, the tip continually pressing against the back of her throat.

Ever since her transformation, Clair had been resigned to her role as a breeder. Her lot in life was to get pounded by dragons, grow heavy with their eggs, lay and nurture them in her nest, and tend to the resulting Dratini for the first few weeks of their lives. Repeat ad nauseum for the rest of her days. The old her never would have wanted it, but Clair had come to accept it. But this? This was different. The Seviper ruthlessly plundering her deepest recesses, its cocks already lubricated with dribbling pre, while the trainer smirked down at Clair, stuffed her mouth with cock to the point where even she could barely hear the muffled moans surrounding it… despite her training to yield while breeding, she found herself squirming against them. Not that it was any help, of course—the Seviper was stronger than her and wound far too tightly to ever let her go, and the man from Hoenn had his hand pressed thoroughly against the back of her head, keeping Clair thoroughly in place as he plugged into her.

The Poison-type came first, its voice hissing and exultant as it clutched tight against her, trembling; both cocks thickened and pulsed and jetted thin, watery seed into Clair’s womb. She didn’t even bother with the idea that she hadn’t conceived. Whether it was part of her transformation or simply the nature of her new species, it seemed that any cum from a pokemon sharing her egg group was guaranteed to impregnate her, provided she wasn’t already expecting. The Seviper slumped against her, voice low and sighing with pleasure as it coasted down from its orgasm, but it still kept her tight as its master continued to enjoy her. Clair mrrrmphed and gmmphed for a few more minutes until finally, the human cock in her mouth tensed and poured salty, tangy cum into her. “You’d better swallow it,” the trainer warned, slipping his dick free, and Clair followed the orders dutifully.

Only then, finally, did the Seviper let her go. Free of its clutches, the Dragonair slumped against the floor of the breeding chamber, her body achey and exhausted from being used so.

“Well,” the trainer said with a mocking nod in her direction, “that’s that, then. I’d say ‘see you around’ but I don’t think I’ll ever run into you again. By the way, you should be thanking my Seviper for his seed. He’s quite the powerful pokemon… I heard he even brought a Gym Leader to heel.” His mouth twitched. “In more ways than one. Enjoy the kids.”

As the man and his pokemon took their leave, Clair was left reeling from the aftermath of her thorough fucking. Her cunt was sore, but that didn’t stop the low rolls of pleasure emanating through it. Any sense of indignity faded as the minutes passed. She wasn’t a fighter anymore. She wasn’t a person anymore. She was a breeder, and this was just how her days went.

She wondered how long it would take for her to show.