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| Young Chris's dad worked as a Pokemon caretaker just outside Cerulean City. His great-grandfather started this as a hobby when he retired, but wanted to keep himself busy. He was a veteran Pokemon Trainer in his younger days. As he got older and a family to take care of, he could no longer travel the world, but his love for Pokemon never diminished. Finally, after his Pokemon passed away, he started up his own care center, similar to the service Pokemon Centers and Labs now provide. What started as a hobby soon turned into a family business.
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| And business was booming.
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| Chris sat on the fence surrounding the pasture several Pokemon were grazing in. He was only nine years old and didn't have any Pokemon of his own, so he liked to hang out by the pastures and admire the ones they were taking care of. He was currently looking at a Miltank and an Umbreon. They were kept in a pen separated from the other Pokemon, and based on their similar red collars, they belonged to the same Trainer.
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| "Hey dad?" Chris asked as his dad passed by carting a wheelbarrow full of feed. "Why are those two separated from the others? Are they bad Pokemon?"
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| "Those two? No, the owner is trying to breed the two." his father explained. "Miltank is about to become fertile. That's when her milk will be the most nutritious, you know."
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| "I see. And why do they wanna breed Miltank with an Umbreon?"
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| "I don't know. People rarely ever tell me the reasons behind their breeding choices. There should be an egg out there in a few days. If you see one appear, be sure to tell me."
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| "How does an egg appear, dad?" he asked.
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| "Not until you're older to understand, son. Now I gotta go feed the other Pokemon."
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| Chris watched his dad walk off carting the feed, then he hopped off the fence and went back to their house. What does happen during breeding? His dad talked about breeding and that's basically how they make more Pokemon, but the details were never really explained, just that it was "adult stuff" that he was too young to understand. His dad didn't give him enough credit. He was a pretty smart boy, and he was always an A student at school. Luckily, his dad wasn't his only source of information. There was always the Internet!
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| Chris went to his room and, on his computer, entered the address to the Professor Oak research database. If there was anything to be learned about Pokemon - breeding included - it would be from Professor Oak's research database! He searched for Pokemon breeding, and conveniently enough, there was an entire section dedicated to it. Most of the text described stuff that Chris couldn't understand, and he'd be here for a month looking up the various terms, but accompanying the alien grammarye were anatomical pictures of...
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| "Uaahh..." Chris gasped to himself when he saw the pictures of the Pokemon boy parts. They were shaped very differently from his own and in all sorts of colors. He scrolled down further and found the Umbreon one. It was a hot pink with a large bulge the size of his fist at the base. The end also tapered to a point.
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| It was a very strange thing. Why were they shaped like that? Chris wanted to see it for himself in real life. Curiosity got the better of him.
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| There was a sudden knock at his door.
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| "Hey Chris. Your mom and I are heading to town to pick up some things." His dad said from the doorway. "Be a good boy while we're gone."
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| "Okay." Chris replied. He hurried outside to watch them drive off, and then he headed back to the pastures. He slipped through the fence into the pasture that Umbreon and Miltank were lounging around in. Umbreon was curled up in a ball on one end of the pasture, and didn't seem like he had any particular interest in Miltank.
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| "Hey, boy." he said, kneeling down and extending a hand, palm upward, to the Pokemon. "Do you not like the Miltank? Why don't you breed with her?"
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| The Umbreon simply stared at him blankly while Chris slowly moved in and started stroking his back. With trepidation, Chris gently nudged Umbreon onto his side and lifted his hind leg up. Between Umbreon's legs, he could see this strange pouch that was in some way shaped like his boy thing, except it was covered in fur, and it was stumped at the end instead of rounding off. Umbreon continued to stare at him. That was very strange, it looked nothing like the diagram. Did they remove it?
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| Suddenly, something wet and pink started to poke out of the end of the pouch. Chris watched in awe and wonder at the weird alien appendage sprouting from between Umbreon's legs. It suddenly and very rapidly increased in size until it was six, seven, eight inches long at least! Chris's eyes widened in fascination. So this is what the boy stuff of an Umbreon looked like? It was... very weird-looking. It didn't have that strange bulge at the base. Was there something wrong with it?
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| The Umbreon continued to stare at him. Suddenly, his eyes glowed blue, and Chris's body locked up.
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| 'Uaaahhh! I can't move!' he thought. He could barely breathe, let alone speak. The Umbreon pounced on him, and with a swipe of its retractable claws, tore away at Chris's clothes. His glistening dick was dangling right in his face, bouncing slightly with each heart beat.
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| Suddenly, the Umbreon prodded the tip of his dick against Chris's mouth, and without any resistance from Chris, since he was paralyzed, pushed it right in. Chris couldn't find the ability to scream, but everything in his experession did it for him. The shaft was pushed all the way to the back of his mouth. The taste was spicy and bitter like black licorice, but Chris hated the taste of black licorice. Umbreon wasted no time to face fuck him. His dick rammed into the back of Chris's throat, and he felt a terrible gagging sensation from the pit of his stomach, like it wanted to eject everything he ever ate.
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| Chris's eyes filled up with tears as he could not do anything to help his situation. Whatever breeding was, he didn't want any part of it now, and to make matters worse, his family wouldn't be back for a few hours. There was no one around to save him! What did he do to deserve this?!
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| The Umbreon continued to push his cock deeper into the boy's mouth. The shaft suddenly widened to the point he couldn't force it in anymore. Chris looked down, and there was now that thick ball at the base. How did that get there, not that he actually cared about that right now. The dick was halfway down his throat, and he could feel something splashing down into his stomach. He started to feel very sick, thinking that the Umbreon was peeing into his mouth.
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| The Umbreon pulled out, and Chris coughed heavily, heaving onto the ground and trying to expel whatever Umbreon put in him. The paralysis was starting to wear off, allowing some freedom of movement. As he was kneeling over on the ground, Umbreon moved around behind him and mounted him, grinding his dick against the boy's ass. He suddenly felt the tip of his rod prod against his asshole, and the tapered point allowed it to slip right in. Chris's eyes shot open as he lost his anal virginity. He was able to eke out a scream of shock and pain. His asshole spread wide open for the first time, and the shaft slid in deep. Chris's asshole felt very weird. Getting his sphincter muscle was painful, but a different sensation swelled within the core of his body.
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| For the first time in his young life, Chris's peen perked up between his legs. It tingled with the same weird sensation that was in his butt. Whatever it was, it felt good. Very good. Umbreon slipped all the way up to that bulge at the base of his dick. That's when he stopped his descent into the boy's back door.
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| His weight made Chris fall to the ground, where Umbreon started pounding his dick into his tight hole vigorously. The pain made it feel like he was being torn in half from the asshole, but as it went on, that weird good feeling began to spread to the rest of his body. The pain soon vanished, and Chris felt an electrifying sensation in his dick. It throbbed painfully, begging for his first ever release. Clear sticky fluid oozed from the tip and covered his length and dripped onto the ground. The grass tickled his balls, and his asshole tightened up in response from the stimulus.
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| Umbreon shot its load into his ass, and when it did, Chris's body drowned in ecstacy. Some indescribable sensation washed over him that paralyzed his body, but his brain told him the feeling was very good. It was so wonderful that it seemed to blot out any coherent thought. He splattered his sperm all over the ground under him, but he didn't notice.
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| The jizz inside him made his ass muscles relax, and Umbreon took that opportunity to push further into him. The knot pressed against his asshole tightly, trying to squeeze past the tight muscle. Umbreon was already a very tight fit into Chris, but he made the attempt anyways. Chris could feel his sphincter muscle spreading even further apart, and the knot slowly sunk into him. Suddenly, the sphincter muscle gave way, and Umbreon's knot popped in completely. Chris spasmed on the ground underneath Umbreon, feeling that fantastic sensation surge through him again. He sprayed some more of his young spooge all over the grass. If this is what breeding was, he really liked it, and he didn't want it to stop.
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| Umbreon shot one more wad of its cum into his ass, and time ceased to have meaning for the little boy. He drifted back and forth between consciousness and utter bliss. Whether it was a few minutes or several hours, he was unsure. All he knew was he looked forward to that next wave of ecstacy that enthralled him.
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| At some point, the cycle ended, and Chris woke up to find himself covered in sweat. His butt felt wet and sticky, and his asshole was very sore. The sun was still up, so it couldn't have been that long since he passed out. It actually didn't look like much time had passed at all. He sat up and looked around. Umbreon was not too far from him, curled up in a ball, sleeping. His clothes were in a tattered jumble on the ground. It was going to be very difficult explaining that to his parents.
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| Whatever Umbreon did to him, if it really was breeding, felt very good. Chris looked down at his little boy peen, which was red and felt kind of sore. It was standing up at an angle as opposed to limp like it normally was. Why was it doing that? It started when he began to feel good. Did that have something to do with it?
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| Chris touched his peen, and instantly he felt a ticklish, but good sensation in his dick, causing him to thrust his hips forward. He never knew this about his body! He was told by his mom and dad to never touch himself down there except if he was going to the bathroom or cleaning it. Was this part of breeding? Chris continued to touch himself for several more minutes until he felt that wonderful sensation again. He squirted out a little bit of white goo into his hand that was warm and sticky. Whatever it was, it wasn't pee.
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| Either way, Chris really liked the feeling of getting his boy thing touched, and breeding with the Umbreon. He wanted to do it again, and soon, but for now he'd have to wait. His parents might get home at any minute.
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