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Fleshlights. A quick and easy way to sate your appetite for pleasure, and for some a kink to indulge in. But today we’re not looking at the regular silicone brands you can find in the Pokemart! Today’s episode is all about the art of the living fleshlight.

Since the dawn of time, Pokemon and Humans have ‘blown off steam’ together with no ill consequence, strengthening the bonds between them. When travel between regions became more popular however, certain Pokemon became endangered – they were being caught and bred for the prostitution market. This led to the Bidoof and many other species losing their natural predators, and becoming pests in their own ecosystem.

Thankfully, the live-pokemon Fleshlight brought a solution for both these problems – offering a warm and happy ending to many customers while keeping down the Bidoof populations. As a final touch, a percentage of every purchase goes to the E-E-P-P foundation. (( End-Exotic-Pokemon-Prostitution ))

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The fleshlights begin as freshly caught Bidoof being carted into the first decontamination chamber of the facility. High pressure nozzles spray the cages to ensure that any possible lice, ticks, and other skin parasites are killed. Outside of the cages, workers visually inspect the Pokemon for any external wounds and sickness, and remove any too-damaged POkemon.

After the initial decontamination, the Pokemon are separated into one of four separate categories by worker Machokes. The workers check for gender and then toss the Pokemon down the correct chute; male or female. Both have their own specific production lines in this factory.
The males are manufactured into cheaper fleshlights, with only one opening in the front and a rudimentary self-cleaning system closing them up on the other side. The females are more expensive, as they allow for more and easier modification options when compared to the males. Certain brands offer as many as four holes to a female fleshlight!

The chutes lead to an airtight container, where the fleshlights are kept until the numbing agent in the air kicks in.
A wide-lens camera surveys the process, and gives a sign to continue production once all of the fleshlights have ceased moving. The gas also serves as an anaesthetic for the Pokemon to make their journey as comfortable as possible.

After the numbing agent has been administered, the spray-chamber is opened and the fleshlights are tipped onto a conveyor belt. A slight shaking of the machine ensures that no pile-ups form on the way down, and robotic arms with rubber grippers slot the fleshlights into custom made trays that hold them secure for the next part of their journey.
As a railway moves the trays along, industrial syringes inject a mixture of vaccines and sterilisation fluids. This ensures that none of the fleshlights will be able to lay eggs, even if they are used by a Pokemon or human in the same egg group.

After the injections, the fleshlights are moved onto the cutter. In the cutter machine, sharp blades remove a part of the Pokemon’s limbs. Small stubs are left in to make sure that the Pokemon fits securely inside of the decorative husk that will be put on at the end of the process.
Immediately after the limbs being cut, the fleshlights are exposed to Pokecentre healing technology, which seamlessly closes the wounds without returning the original limbs. The cut limbs tumble onto a conveyor that leads to a small offshoot of the factory. It will be packaged, frozen, and transported to a factory that makes Pokemon food, so nothing goes to waste.

After the limb removal, the fleshlights are visually inspected by workers to ensure that all the wounds healed correctly, and that there are no unsightly scars, lumps, or open wounds on any of the Bidoof. Any flawed products are taken off the production line and tossed in with the excess limbs for recycling.

After the inspection, it’s time for the Fleshlights to get those soft warm entrances that make them sell so well.
Lines of Machamp workers move quickly to remove all the teeth inside of the fleshlight using a set of pliers. Their extra pair of arm and type advantage make them a perfect fit for this task. Afterwards, they spray a diluted potion inside of the mouth to make sure the gums heal smooth and plump. Some factories prefer to insert a silicone lining into their fleshlights for easier cleaning, but this brand prizes itself on selling the full experience of a living fleshlight.

Next, workers insert the feeding and breathing tubes into the fleshlights. The feeding tube goes through the right nostril, and into the stomach. The left nostril gets fitted with a breathing tube to ensure that no rough handling will be able to put a damper on the customer’s fun.
They add caps onto the tubes to ensure they stay in place, and fit a plastic replica of the pokemon’s nose on top of it. This protects the tubes, while also hiding them from view for the user. The machines needed to feed and/or aerate your fleshlight comes included with your purchase, and can be attached or detached at the user’s leisure.

The workers test the feeding tube by pumping the fleshlight full of specialised feeding fluid. This guarantees that the fleshlights stay alive and fresh on the store shelves for weeks, with no external care needed.

The fleshlights are then put down a downwards sloping chute with their snout facing forward and belly down. A machine catches the Pokemon’s face, and measures the space between the Pokemon’s gums with a steel rod. The pressure around the rod must be perfect; not too tight, and not too loose.
Once the pressure is just right, the machine slots a bolt in place so that the jaws become fixed in the ultimate position to do their job. The measuring rod retracts, and sprays a glistening fluid into the mouth to ensure that the gums stay wet, appealing, and soft – even throughout shipping and handling.

A trapdoor drops the fleshlight into a container. This is the final stage before packaging, and a most vital part of the production.
Workers flip the fleshlights onto the back, and search for the urethra of the Pokemon. A lubricated and sterilised catheter is forced all the way down to the urinary tract until the bladder is breached. They are installed to prevent the products from unwanted urinating after purchase, and the outer ends of the catheters are sealed with water-tight locks. The key comes packaged with the fleshlight, and many of these products will not be able to urinate until after they’ve been bought.

After the installation of the catheters, the product line is split in two. One line will become anally-penetratable toys, and the other will be easily cleaned and eco-friendly, but not safely penetratable in their anal cavity.

For the anally-penetrable line, the Pokemon are laid sideways on a conveyor. Lubricant-coated rods penetrate their anuses, and begin to inflate it as the conveyor progresses. This process ensures that the product is supple enough to be used rigorously without ripping, while also measuring the tightness of the Pokemon’s sphincters. Any fleshlights deemed too loose are taken off the line to be progressed into an oral- or vaginally penetrable fleshlight.

After the measurements are taken, a surgical machine interacts with the fleshlight’s digestive tract, closing it off just after the tips of the inflatable rods. A colostomy is added to the product to catch the pokemon’s waste in an easily cleaned bag.
Finally, a second rod inserts an antibacterial gel into the newly created fleshy sleeve to kill of any harmful critters that may have remained. After application it will remain inside of the fleshlight and serve as lubricant for the first use after purchasing.

As before, Pokecentre technology as before is used to ensure that all surgical wounds are healed before the next phase starts, so that production rate is kept high. Any anal tears that form are immediately healed to plump tightness, and the colostomy is guaranteed to be sterile and effective.
These fleshlights are a breeze to clean – the tube from the stoma automatically closes when a bag is taken of, and the bag can be safely disposed of in any common trashcan. Almost any Pokemart worth its money has them for sale, and they slot safely into the decorative case of your fleshlight.

Now for the non-penetrable variety.

For this kind of fleshlight, the Pokemon skip the stretching rods, and are immediately inserted with a stop. This stop is coated with a special secret recipe, that permanently fuses the edges of plug to the Pokemon’s anal ring. The plug itself contains a ring that automatically keeps any waste contained in the digestive tract.
When the pressure builds up high enough, a small LED light begins to blink. A small suction machine can be attached to suck out the waste, though it isn’t included in the purchase and most owners prefer to simply open the ring and ‘drain’ their fleshlight. A quick, well-aimed blast with a garden hose is enough to clean off any residue of the waste.

One all of the Fleshlights have been fitted, the assembly lines come back together for packaging. To fit the many tastes of the region, artists have made a variety shells to house the fleshlight. From Aipom to Zangoose, nobody has to see a Bidoof during a moment of pleasure and relaxation!
These silicone shells come pre-made, and are crafted by artists to accurately present the more desirable exotic Pokemon in the Prostitution trade. For this batch, the fleshlights are inserted into a gardevoir-shaped shell.

The fleshlights end up on a conveyor, and a camera-operated spinner ensures that every fleshlight is oriented in the right way to be packaged. One by one, they are lined up to the silicone sleeves and the outer packaging. After being squeezed into their new home, mechanical pushers put them into the clear boxes that will serve as shelf-packaging.
On a nearby conveyor, workers fill up lids of the packaging with all the necessary equipment to take care of your fleshlight, and use it to close off the packages. The lid contains the catheter and stoma keys, a baggie full of tube-fit food, a few replacement anal sleeves, and a free bottle of spray-lube!

Finally, a roller applies a big sticker with the brand name on the top and to the sides, and a mechanic arm puts the opague bottom of the container in place.
The processed Pokemon are now ready to be shipped to stores worldwide- showing off their penetrabe holes through the clear plastic of their packaging. All you need is a handful of Pokedollars, and you too can enjoy all the pleasures of a Pokemon’s warm body.

So what are you waiting out? Find that Gardevoir-themed fleshlight, or that risky Smoochum-look, and give yourself a break!
It just goes to show – helping the environment doesn’t have to go at the cost of human enjoyment!

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Bidoof was moving as if in a dream. Something was carrying her along, letting her hover an inch above the ground, following the Bidoof in front of her. Everything felt soft and warm, pleasant. Like a pleasant glide, she followed the trail in front of her, wondering where it was taking her.

“B’duff…” She murmured, trying to ask the Bidoof that was flying in front of her. It had no fur. She couldn’t quite remember why – dreams were weird like that sometimes. By the time she woke up again, she’d probably forget she had dreamed anything at all.

Huh…She never realised how pink Bidoof were, under all of their fur…

There was a loud sound approaching – unpleasant and unsettling, but before Bidoof had any chance of figuring out what it could be, she had already arrived there. She stopped hovering for a moment as the Bidoof in front of her went into a funny little tunnel. The whining loud sound deepened for a second, the cloying smell of blood reached her nose, and four pink and red things rolled by on a little metal slide – heading someplace down below. A soft glow flashed, and she could see the skin of the Bidoof in front of her heal and pucker over where their limbs had been.

She stared. Oh. She was having a nightmare then? Strange – she didn’t feel all that afraid. Everything was still fuzzy and warm and soft, and she was floating-…..

She was in the tunnel now too, and again the whining descended. Flat and loud spinning plates went down on either side of her body, beyond where she could see, and she felt a little pinch where her front and back legs connected to her torso. Another flash, and a feeling of static prickled around her shoulders and hip. If she tilted her head, she could see four more pink things tumbling down the chute – just as with the Bidoof before her.

There was a tingle of discomfort as they disappeared into the dark depths below, leaving a smear of dark crimson red on the metal slide. She wanted to wake up now, but the dream continued.

She was carried along – she could feel the flat and hard hand of whoever was carrying her – into a room of Machamps, all wearing masks and goggles and gloves. Their hands turned her over, and upside down, and rubbed at the private spots between her legs. She didn’t feel warm anymore – she felt uncomfortable. When was she going to wake up?
The Machamp holding her put her under his lower arm, and used the other hand to pry her jaw further open. In his second pair of hands, he held something metal that looked a little bit like the pincers of a Krabby. It went into her mouth, and a few moments later it came out with a weird white thing in between the pinchers. The machamp continued to take white things out of her mouth, and Bidoof felt a sense of impending horror starting to coil inside of her stomach.

Was the Machamp pulling out … her teeth?

As if the Machamp had heard her thoughts, it set aside the pinch-thing, and sprayed a bitter liquid inside of her mouth. She wrinkled her snout at the awful taste, and tried to squirm away as the Machamp rubbed the horrible stuff all over the inside of her mouth. She bit, but as always in a dream, it did nothing, and the machamp simply pulled out his fingers and put her down on her back.
Bidoof squirmed, and tried to will herself awake. Normally she woke up as soon as she realised she was dreaming- but this nightmare was clinging on with both claws.

“...duff… b’duff.” She slurred.

The Machamp returned, their hands full of tubes and hoses, and Bidoof only had a moment to wonder what those could possibly be for before the machoke began to feed one of the tubes through her nose. She yelped and tried to struggle away, but her limbs weren’t responding, and her body was being held down tightly by the Machoke’s lower two arms.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the tube scrape the flesh inside of her nose, and then as it descended into her breathing tube. She choked, for a moment completely without the ability to breathe, and then it breached into her lungs. The tube itched where it had been inserted, and her throat was sore where the plastic had scraped past the sensitive walls of her bronchi. She couldn’t seem to get in enough air – it felt like she had to suck in every breath through a straw!

Oh Arceus. Why wasn’t she waking up. Why wasn’t she waking up? This couldn’t be real, it couldn’t be real!

The Machamp was not done yet. A second tube was already being forced down Bidoof’s other nostril, and she vomited as the tube was nonchalantly passed by her gag reflex. There was something big and bulky on the end of the tube, making the progress slower. She could hear her own breathing, frantic and loud through the small tube.
The second tube reached the end of her oesophagus, and she could feel the tight ring to her stomach being forced open by the unforgiving plastic. She flailed her limbs as best as she could – still unable to feel them – and tried to force the horrible tube back out of her stomach as best as she could. A moment later, she felt something swell up inside of her stomach, and she realised what had been on the end of the tube. A little balloon. The tube was not coming out.

“Bidoof!” She screamed – or rather, gargled. Her voicebox clamped shut and twitched around the plastic tube that lead to her lungs, and only a wet gurgle made its way out of her mouth. She sought eye contact with the Machamp as they continued to work with her body, attaching painful little clamps to her nostrils to keep the tubes in place.
She wanted to bash him with a headbutt, scratch him with her claws, but her limbs - …. With a shock she suddenly remembered the earlier parts of her ‘dream’. The little limbs tumbling down a conveyor belt – the flash of healing light that passed over the Bidoof that had been in front of her – the buzzing .

She looked down, already knowing what she would see, and screamed at the sight of her limbs. Her webbed and clawed feet were gone. So were her knees. All that were left were nubby stumps, wiggling pathetically as she flailed them with all her might.

Why? She stared up at the Machamp, begging the Pokemon for an explanation, mercy – ANYTHING. But the Machoke didn’t look at her, and pressed something against her nose. A moment later, she could feel a slightly cold sensation through her throat and into her stomach – filling her up to the brim. What were they doing? She panted and squirmed, her nausea rising as her belly was filled beyond capacity.
The Machamp pulled the thing out of her nose, and she could see a string of brownish goop still clinging to her nose. It smelled like bad food – the kind that her brother had sometimes found in a human dumpster.

Before she could think anything else, she was deposited onto the conveyor belt, belly down right behind another Bidoof. There were hundreds of her species, all on the same belt, all undergoing the same procedure. She sobbed with horror. From the soft huffing and squeaking around her, she figured that the other Bidoof were doing the same.
The next horror was only moments away. One by one, the Pokemon in front of her were pushed onto an odd metal pole, until the machine pressed firmly against their snout, and she could hear them gag from the pressure.

She kept her mouth shut as best as she could, trying not to think about her bare toothless gums, but the metal rod pushed past her lips and gums without any effort, still slick with the spittle of the last Bidoof. She gagged as the metal head of the rod bumped against the back of her throat, and pure reflex had her biting down to fight off the intruder.
Almost as if the machine had been waiting for her to do that, there were two jolts of pain at the sides of her jaw – locking her jaw in place. Her little throat ran ragged with an unheard scream, and even the soothing healing cream that took away the pain couldn’t stop her from crying. The metal rod retracted, and the same disgusting liquid was sprayed into her mouth. It trickled down her throat and made her gag again – but with the balloon and tube in place, nothing could come out.

She was still crying when a metal paddle flipped her onto her back, and she was rolled through another line of Machamps. Without a look, one of the workers pulled her off the line by her fur, and pressed two of his thumbs at her vagina, pulling her skin so taut that she would have screamed if she could have.
Another tube appeared, glistening with lubricant and with a little balloon on the end, just as with the one that had gone down into her stomach. Not another one! Why? Where were they even going to put it?! Did they just want to hurt her? Her answer came quickly enough.

A third hand descended and pushed her clitoris up roughly, exposing her pee hole. A moment later, the tip of the tube began to press against the tiny entrance. It had looked small in the Machamp’s hands, but it felt like they were forcing a tree-stump up the little hole. She screamed as the enormous mass slipped past the taut little entrance and forced itself deeper. She wiggled like a caterpie and hysterically cried her protest as the far-too-big mass of tube and deflated balloon were mercilessly stuffed down her pisser.
It didn’t take long before that same huge mass was poking at the ring that closed off her bladder. Bidoof kept it clenched shut, and sobbed as the balloon forced its way in anyway. She could feel a trickle of pee coming out before the tube and balloon obstructed the exit. She bore down, trying to force the mass out with her piss, but a moment later, the balloon inflated, and all that made it out of her urethra was a single drop that clung to the tube.

The Machamp went in with a pair of blunted scissors, and cut off the tube right outside of her urethra. His second pair of hands grabbed a cap, and pressed it into place at the end – letting Bidoof feel the rub of the plastic tube stretching out her peehole. She gasped for air through her mouth.
The Machamp still wasn’t done. As if Bidoof was a stuffed animal, she was flipped back over onto a working bench, and there was another object trying to force its way into her – this time into her anus. She tightened it out of pure instinct, and sobbed as the cool metal ignored her desperate attempts, and sank in deep. The only blessing was that it was small – nothing bigger than a reed. Outside of the stress of having it forced into her without her consent, it just felt like an odd bowel-movement.

A moment later, it was as if Giratina had heard her thoughts and decided to punish her. With an insidious hiss, the rod began to expand. The Machamp’s fingers rubbed at her taut and painful ring as it was slowly being stretched wide and wide around the intrusion, and then prodded in what felt like a flat stick alongside of the metal thing.
Bidoof panted, trying to blink the furious tears out of her eyes. Her peehole burned, but her anus downright stung – it had never been stretched this wide in her life. A healthy Bidoof only expelled small round little balls – nothing like the big wide slugs of dung that other Pokemon sometimes left around the woods. She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed through the pain, trying to relax the spasming mucles in her anus. How far were they going to stretch her?! She was going to rip!

Without warning, the intrusion suddenly deflated - and she yelped in pain as her aching ring contracted back as far as it could. The rod was still in her, but where it had first been a snug fit, it now took a few moments before her stretched anus managed to close around it.
The Machamp popped the same flat thing into her hole, alongside of the rod. Bidoof could not care about what he was trying to do – as far as she could tell, everything in this place was meant just to hurt and torment her. There was a moment, a beep, and then the Machamp shook its head. (****)

The burly pokemon worker bent to the side to grab something, and Bidoof struggled to see – despite knowing that it would only be another form of torment. The thing itself looked beyond odd. It was a large cone with a rounded tip and a widely flared base, with some sort of mechanical little door at the end. Odd and foul-smelling liquid dripped off the thing, and Bidoof knew exactly where it was going to go as soon as the Machamp began to aim it at her poor open hole.
It anticipated her struggling – no matter how hard she bucked and twisted with her body, it had her in an ironclad grip, and the tip of that monsterous cone easily slipped into her.

If the pain of the previous rod had been burning, the feeling of the cone rapidly being rammed down her shithole was like stabbing. This time, her ring really did tear, and she sobbed as her traumatised hole twitched and clenched wildly around the slim neck of the cone. How was it ever going to come out? Did they expect her to force it out like she would her droppings? It was as large as a human fist! Oh Arceus, how was she going to poop now?

She sobbed as the Machamp tossed her back onto the assembly line and rolled her stomach-down. Within moments she was on her way again, staring at the abused red ring of the Pokemon before her, and surrounded by the dry raspy cries and sobs of her fellow Bidoof.
The conveyor headed through a strip curtain, and the scents of plastic and packing materials greeted her. There were more Machamps lined up alongside the conveyor, grabbing Bidoofs left and right, and Bidoof prayed with all her might that it would be over soon. She couldn’t take much more.

A large hand closed around the stump of her forearm, and she was pulled off the conveyor belt. She looked at the impassive face of the Machamp worker, even as her lower end was lowered into a tight and colourful costume. It was a Lopunny costume. It’s legs firm and fixed in an open position. At the bottom there were two holes, and Bidoof sobbed as the Machamp pulled and tugged on the costume to make sure that her entrances were both on display.
A moment later, and the head of the costume was headed her way. The Lopunny looked coy and happy – the fake plastic eyes sparkling with mischief and joy. Where it would normally have teeth, there was just a round hole.

“Please don’t do this, please, I can’t live like this-“ Bidoof tried to beg, but her fixed jaw and tubed throat only allowed meaningless gargles to come out.

The head of the costume was pulled over her head, and her world went dark. The Machamp pulled at the costume until it was just right, and a moment later Bidoof could feel the costume tightening against her hairless skin.
She was lifted, moved, flipped – and finally the Machamp set her down. There was the sound of shuffling cardboard above her head, and then a lurch as her box was put onto the conveyor belt. She trembled in her suit, and squirmed uneasily. The Machamp had set her down on the end of her plug, and she could feel every tremble and rumble of the conveyor belt through the cone.

She was lifted again, set down again… And then there was nothing. No invading fingers went into her. No machines buzzing to-to-…. It was over. Bidoof sat, and breathed. It was finally over. Her breathing hitched, and a moment later, she spilled her first tears in the suit that would be her home from here on out.

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Ricky was an adult and a Pokémon trainer. He had been both of those things for years, but he still felt like a naughty kid as he walked into the adult store. He threw a glance at the lady behind the cash register, who threw him a lazy half smile before she looked back down to her magazine. Ricky thanked his lucky stars that she hadn’t asked him if she could help him. He wasn’t sure he could handle that kind of pressure for his first time heading into one of these stores.

He headed deeper in and glanced around the shelves. With it being a store that catered to both humans and Pokémon, there was a staggering variety of products in each category. The dildo aisle started with half a shelf of dildos that were tinier than Ricky’s finger, and ended with a rubbery monster that was almost as tall as Ricky himself. It could have passed for an eye-catcher if it wasn’t for the sealed packaging and the advertising on it. ‘Wailord, Dodonzo, and Steelix approved’, it said.
He wasn’t looking for any penetrative stuff today though. Most of his Pokémon weren’t into being penetrated, and the ones that were had not shown any significant interest when he’d mentioned buying them toys. Primarina loved romping with Swalot, and Linoone usually just planted herself in the wilderness until one of the wild males had impressed her enough to be allowed to mount her. It was the guys in his team that needed something to blow off steam.

Another aisle, another row of products. Accessories this time – clip- and strap-ons, adjustable lingerie, edible paints, low melting point wax, flavoured condoms …

Ah! There they were! The penetrable toys. He headed over to the toys for average sizes, and started trying to sift through the myriad of choices – only to almost immediately be lost. There were too many to pick from, and all of the different options boasted of their special attributes. Heat-resistant, ultra-durable, extra slippery, extra ribbing, with or without sperm-catcher, treated with pheromones - …!
Yea. He was never going to figure this out on his own. If the store allowed it, he would have just released his Pokémon to let them pick what they liked, but it looked like he would have to … urgh. Ask the cashier.

The woman looked up as he approached. “Find everything alright?”

“Ah, well, not really. I’m looking for a penetrable to sate some of the guys on my team, but I’m having trouble finding what I’m looking for.”

The magazine flipped shut. “Let me see if I can help you out. What pokes will be using it?” The cashier walked past him and to the aisle he’d just come from.

“Mostly my Primeape, Tangrowth, Swalot, and Houndoom. Though Swalot might not use it much – haven’t really asked him.” Ricky said.

“That’s a wide range. Houndoom will need one with heatproofing and knot-compatibility. The Primeape will need a Rubber Ultra Durable at the very least, if not a Super Ultra Durable. Tangrowths like to stuff themselves in places, generally speaking, so I’d get him one of the Super Stretchers or a Widemouth sleeve. Swalot will need something from the Corrosi-safe line, or he’ll melt through the material in a couple uses.”

As she spoke, she stacked the aforementioned products on top of the aisle. Ricky winced as he added up the prices. “Arceus, that’s a lot.”

The cashier snorted. “Wait until I show you the different lubes and soaps you’ll need.”

“Do you have anything more, er… wallet friendly?”

The cashier pursed her lips. “Well… That depends. C’mon, let me show you.”

She walked off, and Ricky followed her past the Pokémon items, to the human-toys part of the store. He fought the urge to ask her if she knew where she was going – she worked here, she’d know better than him.

“Here they are. Most expensive thing to buy outright, but the cheapest when it comes to maintenance.” The cashier said, sounding almost proud of herself. She slapped a hand down on the cardboard box that housed a rounded plastic replica of a Lopunny. “Living fleshlights!”

Ricky blinked. Had he heard that right? “Living fleshlights? As in, there’s a Pokémon in that thing?”

The cashier nodded. “Yep. Some Invasive species was tearing up the habitats of our native Pokémon, and Slikk eezie stepped up. Found a way to effectively eradicate the invasive population while also filling an important niche – pleasing the Poképhiliacs.”

Ricky couldn’t deny the sudden shot of electricity that shot down from the back of his neck to his crotch. “So it’s legal? You can legally fuck Pokémon?”

“Only these ones,” the cashier warned. “It’s why they’re in cases. Rare, endangered, and native Pokémon are still illegal. These ones had a lot of work done on em to fit in, too, so nobody can ‘accidentally’ replace the ‘mon inside with a different one.” She squatted, and lifted one of the boxed onto a nearly aisle with a grunt, before pointing at the information labels on the side. “Fully treated against transmissible diseases, both for humans and Pokémon. De-teethed, de-limbed, given waste-management options, and made completely infertile.”

“Holy Skiddo,” Ricky said as he trailed his eyes down the list of treatments that the Pokémon inside had had. “So you just capture it with the included ball, and then that’s it?”

“Yep! You can take it to the Pokécenter and have it healed up. It reacts to potions, full heals, et cetera. The only expense is in the branded food slurry, but you can easily make that yourself if you have a Bisharp or a blender at home. You don’t need to worry about ripping it up, freezing, or burning it, since you can just pop it into the Pokéball and have it healed.” The cashier said proudly. “Easy to take along with the balls shrinking properties, and self-lubricating to boot. It even comes in several different cases! Kirlia, Ralts, Smoochum, Jynx…”

Ricky was, frankly, already sold. “Do you have a, uh, show model of this thing?”

“Sure! It’s that Kirlia doll around the corner of the aisle.”

Ricky turned the corner, and indeed, there was a Kirlia doll displayed on the far end. Her arms were stiffly spread to the side, and her face made an ‘o’ shape. Her legs were splayed open, showing two holes in the material where a glistening cunt peeked out, and a small plaque on the side proclaimed: “Please use only fingers and/or included dildos when testing product.” Said dildo’s were lying and standing around the doll, attached to the aisle by small chains.

“I would’ve preferred to put this display more front and centre, but there’s certain nutcases in this city that would raise hell. Damned Poké-purists don’t have any clue of the reality of invasive species…” The cashier grumbled.

Ricky didn’t reply. He pushed his fingers into the Kirlia doll’s mouth, and flinched when the thing gargled while a wet tongue slipped over his fingers. He yanked his fingers back out. “Fuck that startled me – don’t know what I expected … so the mouth is fuckable?”

“Yup. Anus too, though that’s a separate line, more expensive. This model is the standard two-hole penetration one. The anus is open so you can apply the waste-sucker, mostly, though I know a guy that likes to pull out the plug and give it enemas.” She walked up beside Ricky, and put her hand in between the Kirlia doll’s legs. “Alright, you know the deal, show me some enthusiasm!”

The Pokémon inside the doll started wiggling inside of the suit – making the doll’s arms and legs move minutely – and it moaned desperately, like a whore in a porno. Ricky couldn’t distinguish which Pokémon was inside of the suit – it all just sounded like wet, sucking moaning. He couldn’t say that it did anything for him.

“Are they all so, err, loud?”

The cashier rolled her eyes. “It’s a Pokémon. We’ve taught this one to moan and drool on command, or she gets a little pinch on her clitty. If you buy a new one it’ll come with a guide on how to train the reactions you want, though honestly any trainer can figure it out without that thing.”

Ricky’s dick twitched with interest from within his pants. “And it can take all my ‘mons?”

“Sure! Might last a little longer between Pokémon centers if you allow them to take turns instead of letting em all gangbang the thing, but that’s up to you. You can still fuck it when it’s fainted, but if you want it to suck, clench down, any of that stuff, it’ll have to be conscious.”

Ricky grabbed one of the Kirlia’s legs, and studied the small vagina on display. He put his fingers on the doll’s exposed clit, and put on a teensy bit of pressure to watch the doll moan and flail like a sex addict. While it was still mid-moan, he pushed his fingers into its throat, and felt it choke on the intrusion. The thought of that sensation on his penis had him halfway stiff in his pants.

He glanced at the price tag. It was more than the other toys combined by a couple thousand pokédollars, but …

“Can you give me a rundown on the maintenance and maintenance costs?” He said. Judging from the smile on the cashier’s face, she knew that he’d already made his choice.

Ten minutes later, he walked out of the store with a large, paper-covered box in his hands, and a huge missing chunk in his funds.

-

Back at his room in the Pokécenter, the box loomed like a monolith on his bed. He had chosen the Lopunny look. It had slightly better proportions than the others, and … well… what teenage boy hadn’t fantasised about fucking a Lopunny?

He opened the box from the top, and lifted out the heavy toy. As he lifted it, he could feel the Pokémon inside wiggle and groan incoherently. Part of him wanted to unzip his pants and just dive right in, but first things first. He put the doll on his bed, and picked up the instruction manual and the included Pokéball. It was a simple nest ball, decorated with stickers of a Lopunny surrounded by pink hearts.

“First, capture and register your new toy… Make sure the casing goes in and out of the Pokéball when you capture and release.” Ricky murmured. The panting doll disappeared into the Pokéball, and appeared a moment later – not looking any worse for wear. “Apply the included gag … Check the box on the side to see when your toy last expelled which waste, and use the date to calculate which step to follow next.”

He checked the date. Three days since it had last been ‘emptied’. According to the steps, you could leave a toy without relief for a maximum of five days before it would start to ‘accrue small tears’ in the guts and bladder of the toy. At the right side of the instructions, a small speech bubble of ‘fun suggestions’ mentioned that withholding the right to pee could be a valuable training tool – but to watch out for violent spraying of urine.

“Yea, that’s not my kink,” Ricky muttered. He reached for the doll’s neck, and grabbed onto the small handhold that went hidden behind the Lopunny’s decorative ears. “Time to get you emptied out.”

With a small heave and a few awkward steps he dragged the toy to the small bathroom on the opposite side of his room, and claimed one of the tub rooms. If there was going to be urine spray, Ricky wanted to be able to rinse it down a drain without having to get on his knees and scrub. He set the doll down in the tub, and hooked its arms and legs up and away from any potential spray before pulling on the urine cap that kept the doll’s piss all locked inside.
The Doll started screaming nearly immediately, and Ricky cursed as its voice echoed in the tiled room, before quickly shoving his free hand into the doll’s mouth. He forgot to apply the damn gag. He glanced around the room for a replacement, and ended up stuffing a handtowel down the doll’s throat.

It still let out muffled screams as he fumbled for the latch of the urine cap, and finally managed to undo the miniscule clip.

To say that piss sprayed would have been to say that a rampaging Gyarados was only ‘a little bit upset’. A hot stream of pressured urine shot from the doll and rattled against the surface of the bath, and Ricky felt the doll convulse in his grip. The screaming had become a long, quiet groan of relief.

“Fuck me, if that’s after three days, I don’t want to see what happens after five,” Ricky mumbled to himself. He took the showerhead, and sprayed the urine down the drain before refitting the urine cap on his doll, and bringing it back to the room. He had originally planned to drain the other end as well, but if that was going to be just as much of an explosive mess, he’d prefer to do it out in the wilderness with Primarina.

He looked at the instruction manual again. Feeding and moisture levels were alright. He’d taken out the towel and put the gag in place… It was ready for use.

He really ought to bring out Tangrowth, Houndour and Primeape. He’d only really gone to the store to get something for them, after all. Primeape were on a hair trigger during their hormonal period, and Tangrowth kept on ruining clothing and items by trying to fit all his tentacles into a gap or hole. This doll was for them, but… it was also a little bit for Ricky.
He wasn’t sure if he’d use it more than once, and maybe the idea of just forcing himself on a sad lump of Pokémon would turn him off halfway through but… he wanted to try it. He rolled the doll to the middle of the bed, and crawled on top of it. The Lopunny’s empty plastic eyes weren’t arousing, but the useless wiggling of her body was. It still had the towel in its mouth, murmuring unintelligibly from behind it.

Not exactly the sexiest sight ... Ricky pulled the towel out of the toy's mouth, and quickly fitted it with the ball gag before it could start screaming again. That was much better.

Ricky undid his pants and pushed his boxers down to let his penis out. Carefully he lowered himself until he was lying almost on top of the Lopunny, pressing the tip of his penis against the tiny slit of the doll. If he pushed up just a little bit, he could feel the silicon-covered urine cap press against him.
He pushed, and slid into a warm, tight grip. He barely had to move – the cunt around his penis was spasming and clenching as if it was a sport, and the writhing of her body underneath him made him think that she was lost in the throes of pleasure, just like he was. He pulled out and thrust back in, feeling the Lopunny’s cervix kiss the tip of his dick.

Old, well-loved fantasies welled up.

Lopunny were strong, agile Pokémon, and a difficult breed to get a hold of! Nobody really knew what made a Buneary evolve – just that they sometimes did, and that the trainers in question were lucky bastards. Long legs for days that just plopped into their laps, nuzzling their cheek and pressing their sweet bodies against their trainer, letting the trainer run his hands all over them. Tracing muscles that could break bones, all the way up to that hidden treasure between powerful, thick thighs-…

He put his right hand on the furred casing of the Lopunny, and rubbed over the tiny, barely-present rubber nipple that was hiding in between the fur. He pressed a kiss onto the Lopunny’s casing, right above the gagged hole. He had the sudden urge to kiss her, before her mouth would be visited by the many cocks of his Pokémon team, but judging from the muffled screams behind the gag, he was better off leaving it in until he was out of the Pokécenter.
The last thing he wanted was angry neighbours busting down his door and catching him like this. Even though he had read up on the legal papers and had found it all legit, it still felt illegal to fuck a Pokémon. The taboo of it only made it better now that he was getting a consequence-free taste of it though. He’d always secretly fantasised about just tossing a Pokéball into his bed, and fucking the brains out of the Pokémon that he had caught just for sex.

He gasped, and his thrusts became erratic as he reached his climax. He groaned, and let his full weight rest on the still-wiggling doll. After a minute or two, he tucked his penis back into his pants, and recalled the doll. He was feeling far too good to get up and get into pyjamas, let alone do clean-up on the doll.

He would ask Primarina to rinse it out with a water pulse tomorrow. And then maybe he'd have one more round before he introduced it to the team.

... Maybe two.