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Picnic
-by XD4000
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Taylor surveyed the snug forest clearing, basking in its tranquility and privacy. The trainer gave a nod as he reached for the only Pokeball on his belt. 

He sighed. “Okay, this should be a perfect spot. C’mon out, Blaze!”

Taylor hit the center button on the Pokeball. With an audible click, the Pokémon inside the device was released and took shape before its trainer. As the flash of red data cleared, a Meowscarada yawned as his feet touched down on the grassy floor. The Pokémon stretched, then, upon noticing the intent look from his trainer, flashed him a sleepy smile.

“Good morning, master,” Blaze said through another yawn. “Do we require more training today?”

Being Taylor’s first ever Pokémon, the trainer never questioned how he could understand Blaze so well. No other Pokémon seemed to speak anything discernable to Taylor, but with Blaze, his cries sounded like plain English.

“It’s a different kind of training,” Taylor said. “Not battle training.”

The Meowscarada cocked his head. “Oh? What kind of training should we do then, master?”

That was the part Taylor found himself struggling to say. He took another deep breath, trying to stave off his feelings of foolishness.

“Well, Blaze. You know how I’ve been trying to find a Miltank to add to the team?”

Blaze nodded. “Oh, yes. I’m sure they’d make a great addition to our squad, master.”

“Yeah, they would, and guess what! I finally found someone who will trade one to me. It’s just that…what they want in return is…well…”

The Meowscarada put a large paw on Taylor’s chest. “Master! Your heart is beating extra fast now. And your face looks red all of a sudden! Are you feeling okay?”

Taylor brushed his partner’s paw away. “I’m fine! I’m just trying to say that the guy only wanted to trade his Miltank for a…a Sprigatito.”

“Oh. Is that all, master?” Blaze asked.

“Blaze, don’t you get it? I don’t have a Sprigatito. There’s only one way for me to conceivably get one…and that’s…” 

Taylor’s words caught in his throat again. He cursed his inexperience and nervousness, but Blaze didn’t carry the same trepidations.

“For me to breed and make an egg for you?” Blaze asked plainly.

“Yes,” Taylor squeaked out.

Blaze chuckled. “But master, I’m not a female. See?”

Taylor did not need to see. Reminders about Blaze’s generously sized sheath and the thick member that lay dormant within were presented to Taylor almost daily, whether it be an unintentional flashing during battle techniques or in less conspicuous acts (such as when Blaze, if he was too lazy to go into his Pokeball, would snuggle up next to his trainer as if he was still a kitten). Taylor thought a Pokemon who wore a mask would be more conscious about not revealing themselves like that. Blaze, however, didn’t seem to agree as he presented himself to his trainer like he was showing off a freshly caught fish, which didn’t help make Taylor feel any less flustered.

“I know, Blaze! I know!” Taylor hurriedly said. “But I think I found a way for us to make it work.”

“Us?” Blaze paused on that curious choice of words, but he shrugged it off. “What can we do then, master?”

Taylor smiled .“I’ll show you in just a sec. Don’t look, okay?”

The cat’s cock pulsed at the idea of a surprise. The talk of breeding and eggs had already woken up the Pokémon quite well, and the way his trainer went on only intrigued him further.

“I won’t look, master. I promise.”

Blaze put both his paws over his eyes and sat down on the grass. Taylor then got to work: he set up his picnic table and laid out a gathering of assorted ingredients. Curiously, no meat was present. Instead, only a few roots and a dozen tiny spice bottles were laid out along gingham tablecloth. Beyond that were two pieces of thick cut bread from which Taylor would begin his work.

He glanced back to his phone to make sure he had the right measurements in mind. Taylor hadn’t used this recipe website before, but the pages and pages of glowing reviews for it were enough to at least pique his interest. As he followed the recipe closely and  prepared the sandwich, he came across the only ingredient he dreaded: colloquially termed “Sprigatito Essence”, it was basically Blaze’s fur grounded up and tossed with salt. He looked away as he added the large amount of essence across the face of the bread and closed the sandwich. 

“There! You can look now.”

Blaze popped his head up over the table, finding his place in the grass too comfortable to get up from. 

“Some human food, master?”

“Huh? No, you’re supposed to eat this. See? It says it right…”

Taylor, for some reason, glossed over the crucial detail about who this meal was intended for. The trainer assumed it would be something Blaze would consume followed by eggs appearing magically out of thin air. But that was not the case. Instead, and as Taylor reread over multiple times as he began to sweat bullets, the sandwich was intended to be eaten by the trainer.

“What does it say, master? Is something wrong? You look kind of hot.”

Taylor shuddered at those choice of words. 

“I’m fine!” He blurted out. “It just says that…I’m supposed to eat it.”

“Oh. Oh!” Blaze put a paw over his mouth as he put it all together, though Taylor seemed to be deep in denial. Blaze’s astonishment slowly morphed into mischievous intrigue. A smile formed on his lips as he found a reason to stand up and stroll over to his trainer. 

Taylor didn’t notice Blaze during the moment. The young man was too caught up in worrying what might be the intended outcome of a meal that induces Pokémon fertility. Would it make a female appear for Blaze? Taylor held on to that comforting belief: that something else would somehow step in and let Blaze breed them. No way that it would do anything to Taylor, right? The trainer gave a nervous laugh, trying to assure himself that he was getting worried over nothing.

Then he felt his Meowscarada standing behind him. Standing extra close. He placed one paw on Taylor’s shoulder, and the other held the freshly crafted sandwich before his trainer.

“Go on, master,” Blaze said expectantly. “Don’t you want to eat this? You already went through the trouble of making it. And I very much want to see what it does.”

Taylor dared not indulge Blaze further by glancing up at the Cheshire grin he knew the cat would have. He hated how much shorter he was than his Meowscarada, especially in that moment where he found himself completely in the Pokemon’s clutches. 

“I-I’m not that hungry right now, honest!”

Blaze chuckled as he moved his paw from Taylor’s shoulder to his stomach. “I can feel your belly rumbling, master. Do you really not want to eat what you made?”

Taylor hesitated, only prompting Blaze to tighten his grip around his trainer’s stomach. 

“You were going to make me eat that sandwich, right master?” Blaze said in a low voice. “But now you won’t eat it yourself? I thought you wanted a Sprigatito of your very own.”

“I do! It’s just tha—!”

That was all Blaze needed. He used his paws to keep his trainer in place as he shoved the end of the sandwich into the human’s open mouth. Taylor’s eyes welled up as he tried to spit out the first bite, but once the taste hit his tongue, he paused. For a sandwich of roots and Blaze’s fur, it somehow all came together in a unique and unforeseen sequence of flavor that stunned Taylor to his very core. He savored that single bite, drawing every wonderful chew out as long as possible. As he basked in the heavenly flavor, Taylor leaned back into the comfy wall of fur that was Blaze, and the Meowscarada was more than happy to have his trainer relax against him. 

“There. Did that taste okay, master?”

Taylor waited for the euphoria to pass. He tried to pull any iota of bitterness or distaste from the food, but its perfection defeated him. His hands trembled. His skin ran cold. All he could think about was eating more of that divine sandwich.

“Mast—-“

Taylor cut Blaze off by snatching the sandwich from his paw and jamming as much as he could into his mouth. Breathing became less important than chewing and swallowing. He devoured the entire thing like he hadn’t eaten in days, and when he finally remembered to breathe, his hands were empty, leaving only the scent of the wonderful food to linger and the satisfaction of his full belly.

Taylor heaved a contented sigh. “I gotta say, that was super good,” chirped Taylor. “That really hit the spot! Though I don’t feel any different. I wonder if anything is supposed to happen…Do I look any different?”

The human took a step away and turned in a circle for Blaze. Blaze always loved to watch his trainer show off for him, but as he scanned down Taylor’s figure for anything out of the ordinary, his gaze stopped at his feet, or rather, where they should have been. Taylor’s shoes and socks alike had vanished into thin air, and in their place were two cute forest green paws.

“Uhh, master?”

Taylor stretched his arms as he looked back. “Yeah? You see anything?”

As Taylor finished his stretch, two triangular cat ears suddenly appeared atop his head.

Blaze watched with bewilderment and awe, too shocked to warn his trainer. He watched as bits of green began to pop up all over Taylor’s face and neck. Yet as Taylor looked back to Blaze, the human only seemed to notice that the Meowscarada had somehow gotten even taller than him! And so did the trees? 

Taylor finally realized he had unknowingly shrunk a foot in height. 

“What’s happening to me?!” Taylor shrieked as he finally noticed the entire lower half of his body was now covered in different shades of green fur. Whatever magic had Taylor in its grasp wasted no time transforming him, for that fur of his shot up his legs in a matter of seconds, and the more Taylor panicked, the faster the effects seemed to spread. 

He flinched as each new whisker sprouted out around his budding snout. Every digit on his new paws felt round and exposed as they appeared. With no clothing left, Taylor was left in only the body he now possessed: that of a fertile Floragato. Taylor manically ran his paws up and down his body searching for any sort of garment or trace of humanity, but he found none. 

And then the breeze hit Taylor’s legs…informing him of another rather sudden change he, or rather, she, had just become painfully aware of. 

“What happened to my body?! I’m a girl!!!” 

Her voice fell quiet as she heard what she sounded like now. If she didn’t know better, she would have assumed there was a female Floragato somewhere around. And she really wished that it wasn’t her.

She had to test it for herself.

Taylor doubled over as she pressed a paw between her legs. In her frantic testing for any sign of her old manhood, she unknowingly stimulated herself quite intensely. Her spine shivered as she moaned to herself, forced to bite her lip to stave off any more embarrassing noises. She pulled her paw away slowly, though it only served to draw out the immense pleasure. She could feel her juices in her palm, and the aroma that rose from it confirmed just how potent that recipe really was.

Then Taylor heard Blaze begin to giggle, no doubt amused by the outcome of the situation. 

“Wow, master, you make quite the short stack!”

Taylor couldn’t control her blushing. She scoffed and tried to deny Blaze’s unwelcome teasing, but then she noticed just how wide her hips had gotten since her transformation. How soft her body felt, and so much for a potential mate to hold and love. She couldn’t deny it: her body felt strangely incredible. Even her new pussy seemed to feel oddly comfortable, though its twinges and pulses of pleasure begged for Taylor’s attention. Taylor did all she could to pull herself out of the admiration of her own body and rebuff Blaze.

“Don’t say that you dork! I am your trainer, remember?! S-so stop getting horny!”

Blaze stuck out his tongue as his cock grew to attention. “Sorry, master, but you can’t blame me. This is what you wanted, right? Now I can help you make a Sprigatito egg! Hehe, and I can finally have some good fun with you.”

Before Taylor could reply, she felt Blaze’s paw clap fiercely off her thick ass. And it turned her the fuck on. Still, she tried her absolute hardest to not give into her screaming desires to throw her body at Blaze. 

“D-don’t, Blaze!” Taylor said, backing away from the lusty cat as she rubbed her backside. She tried her best to speak with the old authority her voice held as a human, but to absolutely no avail.

The Meowscarada snickered as he approached her, priming his cock with his paw. “Oh, say my name again please, master. I love the way you say it now.”

“I- bu—! Stop talking like thaaaaahhh— B-Blaze…”

“There, just like that, master,” he cooed. 

Too flustered to track Blaze’s quick movements, Taylor soon found herself in that Meowscarada’s arms again, though with both his paws firmly planted over her breasts. He squeezed the Floragato’s nipples between his digits, drawing such cute moans from his old trainer. Taylor fell into that submissive role so easily as she buried her face in her partner’s arms. 

Every squeeze of her swelling breasts only seemed to make Taylor get even more into their sensual act. Just the simple touch of Blaze’s paws on Taylor’s fur was enough to shatter her inhibitions about letting her Pokémon play with her. That, and she remembered what this was all for: that egg. She tried to keep her eyes on that prize, pretending like that was the only goal she had in mind while the male behind her continued to explore her body.

Then Blaze became bold. He came around to Taylor’s front with a hunger in his eyes. The cat got to his knees. As he leaned in and was about to wrap his lips around the Floragato’s chest, he caught sight of her cute face bracing herself for that sweet touch. 

Blaze stopped himself as he met Taylor’s scarlet eyes. Even now, the Meowscarada knew without a doubt this Floragato was still his trainer. Still his master, so he felt compelled to make sure she was still enjoying this as well. 

“Master, are you okay if I…?” 

Blaze didn’t want to finish the sentence. He wanted to leave all the possibilities open, gauging how Taylor would react. Taylor, however, couldn’t meet the cat’s longing gaze. Too smitten by shame, Taylor simply looked to the floor as she gave the smallest of nods to her Meowscarada.

She waited there, standing in the summer breeze for her impromptu mate to take her, but Blaze seemed to be stalling. Or rather, she hadn’t yet seen the excited look the Pokémon now possessed after getting the signal from his trainer; Blaze wore that familiar yet sleepy Cheshire smile. He flashed his wide set of teeth as his mouth watered for Taylor’s body.

Taylor exhaled with such need as that thick tongue of Blaze’s met her nipple. The Meowscarada pulled his trainer in closer, squeezing her plump ass with both paws as he sucked and teased her breasts. Taylor couldn’t control her excited tail swishing. She leaned her body weight on Blaze, her knees threatening to crumble under the mounting ecstasy. Her whiskers stood on end, as did most of her fur as Blaze’s mouth explored the full breadth of her boobs. 

In a flash, Blaze pulled his lips off Taylor’s breasts and instead planted them on the Floragato’s lips. Taylor’s eyes widened at the sudden impact, but soon found herself lost in the kiss. Even kissing back, pressing her lips against Blaze’s and loving the heat radiating from him. She even placed a daring paw around his back, and then the other, embracing the Meowscarada as best as she could as they continued to make out. Taylor would have most likely gone on forever, but it was Blaze who pulled away. He let out a breathy moan, titillating Taylor with warm air cascading down her skin. 

Blaze’s eyes drooped seductively as he spoke. “Was that to your liking, my master? I hope I was gentle enough.”

Again, words failed Taylor as she could only find the strength to give a hazy nod. 

“Heh, I’m glad you like how I handle you, master. Your body is really something else,” Blaze mused as he looked up and down Taylor’s new form again. 

Taylor tried to speak with a trainer’s authority, though she found it impossible now with her odd feelings of attraction for Blaze spinning in her mind.

“C-can we skip the rest of the teasing and do what we need to do to make the egg?”

Blaze chuckled. “Good idea, master. Whenever you’re ready.”

Taylor expected Blaze to take the lead again, so she wasn’t sure how to react when she saw the Meowscarada sit down against a nearby tree and begin running his paw slowly up the length of his emerging knot. 

The Floragato approached the larger male, her eyes locked on that throbbing cock. She picked up the signal, alright. She half-expected Blaze to pull something like this, but she also hoped the cat would be more sympathetic to her situation. Not so, it seemed, for Blaze eyed Taylor with such expectancy and want.

Taylor hesitated as she tried to do the math of their two bodies connecting.

“What should I do?” Taylor sheepishly asked.

“Haven’t you ever been with a female before, master?”

Taylor did not answer. The blushing was all Blaze had to see to get his answer.

He sighed. “Just do what comes naturally, master. You are technically a Pokémon now. What do you think a needy, desperate, slutty Floragato would do in your position?”

“I-I am not slutty!!”

“I didn’t say you were, master,” Blaze corrected. “I’m just saying you should try to get into the role. It might help a bit~”

Taylor tensed up as Blaze shot her a flirtatious wink.

She wanted to defend herself by saying she didn’t come here to do lewd role play with her battle partner, but after how she just had Blaze’s paws and mouth all over her body, she couldn’t think straight anymore. The alluring musk rising up from Blaze’s cock and fur lit a new fire in Taylor. Her pussy jolted with every passing second as that thick male scent invaded her senses. Despite how sharp the smell was at first, it began to settle in her nose. She finally felt relaxed. Her body felt even more comfortable to her. Sedated, even, as her mind focused on one sole objective: getting her egg.

She tried to keep as much dignity as possible as she climbed atop the Meowscarada. Taylor couldn’t hide how foolish she felt maneuvering her thick backside along Blaze’s legs. She had no idea how to go about any kind of technique. All she could think to do was awkwardly scoot her butt and wiggle her hips in an attempt to grind on her Pokémon. Her spine heaved as she felt that hot shaft of Blaze’s slide across her skin, and Blaze seemed to be enjoying it just as much. 

“Yes, just like that, master,” Blaze said. “Heh, a fitting position considering you’re doing all this for a Miltank.”

Taylor ignored him. The irony surely wasn’t lost on her, but for that moment, she embraced her role as Blaze’s cow girl. The burden of it all truly was on Taylor, as she feared, but she talked herself into liking that outcome; with her on top, she knew she could control the tempo, perhaps backing out if her body ended up not being able to handle it. The last time she merely pressed the lips of her pussy, she nearly sent herself into a tizzy, so she feared how violently the pleasure might affect her once she took the next inevitable step.

She exhaled as she placed her paws on Blaze’s chest. Using the bigger cat as leverage, Taylor lifted up her hips, hovering her soaked lips over Blaze’s groin. She waited for that contact. And as her paws tightened and gripped Blaze’s fur so tightly, that head breached her entrance. Taylor knew drawing it out would only make it all worse. With the two connected as they were, the slutty Floragato dropped her hips, moaning in such passion as she felt the entirety of Blaze’s knot shoot so deep within her. 

Taylor could barely muster a shiver as she tried to regain her composure, though Blaze hardly seemed disturbed. He looked on with sultry intrigue, rubbing his paws up Taylor’s thick thighs. 

“Mmm, you feel so good, master. Don’t stop now. You need your release.”

He slapped her ass again. Taylor cried out as she bucked her hips forward. She huffed, still not used to hearing her battle partner speak in such an intimate manner or getting her thick cheeks worked over by Blaze’s paws, but she knew there would only be more if she didn’t continue. Part of her wanted to reciprocate, but she was fighting her instincts. Of course her mind fluttered with the idea of pressing her lips onto Blaze’s and kissing the lovable cat so deeply as she rode his cock, but she couldn’t bring herself to make it happen. Instead, she focused on finding the strength to raise her shaking hips in the air again before bringing them back down for another charge towards her nearing orgasm. 

In a way, Taylor found familiarity in her rhythmic movement; it’s what she imagined thrusting as a guy would be like, but still she felt in control of the pace. That realization made Taylor’s enjoyment of it all the more vivid as she realized she was the one increasing in speed. Her body begged for more, and Taylor could only think to oblige and drop her hips harder and harder along Blaze. 

Blaze had no objections as he tossed his head back and put his paws on Taylor’s wide hips. Close to bursting himself, Blaze decided to help Taylor get them both along by raising his hips up in time with her own movements, bouncing her even more now. Taylor couldn’t stop moaning. Her eyes stayed barely open, only able to keep focus on the rapturous expression of her Meowscarada. 

And she could tell by the bigger cat’s moans what was imminently in her future. How his paws clamped down on her sides as he shot his hips into the air. Taylor dug her claws into Blaze’s fur, acting on pure reflex as the first wave of her mate’s seed flooded her. She felt like some stuffed thing on display by the way Blaze held there, as if trying to get all who might pass by to see how full of cum Taylor was. How thoroughly she had been bred. 

Blaze gently sat up, holding Taylor in his arms as the two were still locked together.

“There. That should be enough to get you your egg,” Blaze spoke softly into Taylor’s quivering ear. “I hope you enjoyed my body, master.”

“If I don’t have an egg…after all that…” Taylor let out an exhausted giggle, not even wanting to entertain a possibility that she wasn’t pregnant. “Can you pull out of me now? I-I still feel you throbbing in me…”

“Oh! Of course, master. Don’t worry. I got you. Up you go.”

Blaze picked Taylor up under her arms like she was a bloated toy, enjoying how she quivered when he hoisted her off his cock. He laid Taylor gently along the table, careful not to jostle her too much. Taylor just laid still, too spent from it all to do much about the mass forming within her belly. She tried to pretend like the incredible feeling of fullness would pass, but it only magnified. Taylor knew exactly what it was…what was being made in her body. An egg. Her egg. Just like she wanted, she would finally have her Sprigatito.

“How do you feel, master?” Blaze asked as he placed a paw on his trainer’s distended belly. He rubbed it gently, much to Taylor’s immense comfort.

“Fat,” she moaned. “Is this what it’s like to have an egg?”

“I assume so, master. Shouldn’t be too long though till it comes out. And I’ll be here to help you!”

Blaze flashed Taylor a confident smile, though Taylor just groaned at it. Of course the Meowscarada would be in high spirits after he had his fun with Taylor. Blaze didn’t even try to hide how satisfied he was with the whole situation, but it did inspire Taylor to see her Pokémon so happy…though she still didn’t want to be splayed out on a table about to have his egg. She could feel it moving now. Traveling down her body. Resigned, Taylor simply laid back down, bracing herself for delivery.

As the pressure mounted, the Floragato wrapped her ankles around the side of the table. Blaze did what he could to help her along, but Taylor knew the next step was one she would have to take herself. She had seen this exact process a few times before at the local daycare, though it never seemed like such an ordeal when he was a mere spectator. Now the star of the entire show, Taylor wondered if her body would handle it. The egg felt huge within her. Each second felt like an hour as it traveled to its destination, and soon, Taylor gave Blaze an urgent look, letting him know the egg was arriving.

Taylor cried out one last time as the egg crowned and squeezed past her lips, then felt instant relief. She heard a thud below as the basket caught something. Blaze smiled and leaned down.

“You did it, master!” Blaze beamed, holding aloft the glittering green egg like it was a precious diamond. “You gave birth to a healthy Sprigatito egg!”

Taylor moaned in tired excitement. It still felt odd to hear that she made the egg, but in a way, it also felt comfortable to her. She gave a weak smile at the egg as she tried to get up.

“Well, at least we have the egg. Now I just need to figure out how to turn back and we can—“

“But master,” Blaze said, placing a digit on Taylor’s still swollen belly and holding her in place , “what if we come across another human who also needs a Sprigatito? Don’t you think it’s our duty to make as many as we can?”

Taylor gulped. She of course wanted to object, but she found it hard to resist the alluring musk of Blaze’s cock as she saw it getting rock hard again. She couldn’t be sure exactly how long she’d be stuck like this, but the more time she spent as a Pokémon, the harder and harder it became for her to keep her mind off of the suave Meowscarada before her. The more she seemed inclined to follow the larger male’s every suggestion. The idea of turning back into a human soon left her mind.

“I-I guess we can make a few more,” Taylor repeated as she gazed into Blaze’s eyes. “…maybe even try for a shiny?”

Blaze smirked as he imagined the amount of eggs that would take. “Hehe, as you wish, master.”