Swalot Smooches

(Preemptive WHOOPS about posting my story in the wrong gallery lmao, I'll remove it there and put a link to this post in its place)

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Wrote out a story about a very loyal, touchy-feely Swalot with no sense of personal space! Did it as a little pseudo art-trade with Veruveru2 while we were talkin' on Discord. Here's the pic that inspired it:



This one's a little raunchier than what I've posted on here so far, but I'm glad I shotgunned it out, 'nstead of leaving it as another idea to be forgotten or tacked to a .txt file and forgotten forever.

here's the link if you want to fav it on deviantart (or just read it in a less stretched-out format): https://www.deviantart.com/gooberg/art/Swalot-Smooches-Kissing-Raunchy-Unwilling-941381445

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On your journey through Hoenn, you had faced your fair share of trials--close calls in Petalburg woods against those annoying, status-condition-inflicting Weedles and Shroomish and the gauntlet of fights right afterwards, dealing with Team Aqua's annoying goons, wandering around nearly-blind in Granite Cave just to have some Mawiles gang up on you and whoop your ass...it wasn't exactly easy work being a Pokemon Trainer here. It certainly didn't help that you were a few slots short from a full party. All you had were your Lombre, a Geodude that stuffed himself into your bag, and a Sableye who tried to steal your wallet before you caught it. Hardly what you'd call a battle-ready team.


That's when you met your Gulpin.


She (according to your PokeDex--something about the shorter length of her feather clued it in, apparently) was the first Pokemon you met coming out of Slateport, and oh man, was she tough. Lombre didn't stand a chance; you sent him out, he took a Poison Gas and an Acid Spray, and went down without even finishing Nature Power. And rest didn't fare much better! How could one little blob give your party a run for their money? It really didn't help with your self-esteem...


But then you had an idea. If she's that strong, why not catch her? With Mud-Slap and Yawn, she'd really give Wattson and his glass cannons a run for their money!


So, a few broken Pokeballs and a very grumpy, muck-covered Sableye later, you managed to snag her for yourself. All it took was one trip to the center to heal up your brand new party member, Gulpy, and you were back on Route 110 where you started.


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To say the rest of the way to Slateport was a cakewalk would be an understatement. Gulpy throttled those PokeFans' poor Plusles and Minuns like it was nobody's business! The same went for whatever wild Pokemon was dumb enough to stand in your way. Whenever she wasn't beating the crap out of your opponents, she was either hugging your leg or nuzzling it. Maybe she considered you her 'leader' when you beat her?


Hey, as long as it meant she followed your orders to the T, you weren't going to question it.


But that line of thought turned out to be a bit too hasty. All the hugging and nuzzling got grating fast--the more she fought, the more overbearing she got. All of a sudden, she started climbing up your leg, and doing a little more than just rubbing herself against you; that weird, puckered mouth of hers got busy with the fabric of your sweatpants when you weren't quick enough to pry her off.


You had a feeling she'd be kissing more than just your legs if she got any higher, so you did your best to stop her whenever she could.


*chuuu*


Eugh...'could' being the key word. A chill ran up your spine as she scrambled up your shirt and planted a fat, wet smooch on your chest. The sticky residue they left behind made your skin tingle, and a slight smell wafted up to your nose, even after you yanked her off. Trying to wipe it off only got your handkerchief all raunchy.


By then, you knew better than thinking it'd be easy to take care of her. Still, she was a damn fine team member. If you were just careful with her, everything would be fine, right?


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There's no other way to cut it: Gulpy was your ace in the hole against Wattson. She made his Magneton and Manectric look like timid little Whismurs. And judging by the overjoyed expression she made when she beat his last Pokemon--or was it lecherous? hard to tell with how simple a face she had--she knew exactly how much you owed her.


You grunted as she tackled you, mushing her lips against your shirt. Goosebumps rose on your back and arms. You could feel her sucking hard on the fabric of your shirt, staining it with her spit. That it wasn't audible (yet) was the single silver lining of the situation. If you could even call it that...


"Hohoho! I've never seen such a fiesty little Gulpin before--your little lady friend there thrashed me silly, lad! You'd better treat her to somethin' special after this!" the Electric-type gym leader laughed as he handed you the prize money and your shiny new badge, seeming completely undaunted by the fact that his team lost three to one. He coughed under his breath.


"Maybe after a shower, though, seems like her smell's rubbin' off on ya. Heheh!"


You grimaced at that. Luckily, Gulpy seemed too tired to do anything more than rub against you. But that wouldn't last long. You'd have to go to the PokeCenter soon; Not just to heal, but to get a room for the night--you'd spent so much time training that the sun's almost set.


You try not to think about it while you check in, even if Nurse Joy's nose crinkling up made it harder.


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Half an hour later, your team's healed, your body's showered clean, and you're resting on a comfy mattress in one of the personal rooms every center provides for overnight trainers. Though you're still a little worried about Gulpy popping out of her ball and giving you some winning affection, she hadn't done it since you caught her, and honestly, with how utterly pooped you are from trekking on-foot from Slateport to Mauville and training in-between, you can't bring yourself to care too much. With the lights already off, and the nightlight in the corner far too dim to disturb you, you let yourself try to rest.


Your eyelids droop. Then close. And in a few minutes, you're sound asleep...


...


...but then, what has to be hours later, one of your pokeballs opens up in a flash of red light. You groan and rub your eyes. You're not yet conscious enough to realize that your fears had come true.


That stupor stops short when you felt a soft, warm, squishy weight fall down on your lap. A very familiar one, at that. You're almost too scared to look down, but in resigned acceptanced you do anyway, knowing exactly what--or rather, who--is bothering you at this ungodly hour of the morning.


"G-gulpy, c'mon. It's like three in the mo--"


*smooooch*


"--MMPH!"


You're interrupted in the middle of your sentence by a pair of fat, drenched, cushiony, comically puckered lips forcefully intersecting your own. Their dampness spreads across your face, and you can instantly taste the sour, sticky liquid that is Gulpy's spit as a trace amount of it leaks past your slightly open mouth and onto your tongue.


She just kissed you! On the lips!


The pungent scent of her saliva enters your nose, sparing none of your olfactory senses from its dominance of your face. You cringe. You moan in disgust. This can't be happening...


Your hands reach for your Gulpin's body on autopilot, but as you pull her lips away from yours and prepare to toss her clear across the room...


*sssshhhhhhhh...*


A blinding white light envelops the room, and, still on top of you, your newest team member and unwanted admirer grows, stretches, moves with the light. You're forced down from your laying position to a prone one as her once-manageable weight balloons, and you're pinned under her. As the glowing stops, you understand with deep shock and terror in your mind that Gulpy is no longer a little green blob of a Gulpin, but a massive Swalot! She's even taller than you now! And heavier, too...


"Ough," you wheeze, the air in your lungs being crushed out. "H-hey, Gulpy, d'ya mind...g-getting off me?"


At first, you almost think it works; your partner shifts her weight considerably, leaning back and wiggling. But when her heft forces your legs open, and passes hard against your jewels (which were naked save for your underwear and the ultrathin bedsheet), and her face moves back into view, it quickly becomes very, very obvious she wasn't listening to you. Now you're face to face with your newly-evolved Swalot, and even in the dim light, you can see those beady red eyes lidded with incredibly disturbing lust.


A thick, pink tongue slides out of her mouth. It licks all across her thick, supple, terrifying lips, shining them with a new, slimy coat of spit. Spit that you will no doubt become intimately familiar with in the coming moments.


Gulpy pops her mouth a few times. It sprays a little sample of the foul goo that was about to become your world all over your face. Then, satisfied, she lowers herself down, lips even fatter and fuller than before as she puckers up and goes in for the kill.


As for you? You're frozen, too shocked to even move. You can only watch like a Sawsbuck in headlights while your mouth is about to be invaded.


NononononoNO--


*SMOOOOOOOOCH!*


And just like that, you're once again locking lips with Gulpy--although this time, with your body pressed hard against the bed, with your head perfectly parallel with the ground, there's no way to fight those kissers as they *splat* warmly against your own. A huge splotch of spittle stains your face, its center at ground zero (i.e: your mouth). A stench befitting of a fully evolved Poison-type enters your lungs while you scramble for air that's coming slower than it should.


Already, she's sucking away. You're forced to play along as your lips are moved in tandem with her much larger ones. Moist, lewd noises fill your ears. You hate how, even in what is currently the worst make-out session of your life and probably the first of many, many more like it, you still feel a little twinge of pleasure as your lips are suckled and toyed with.


Then, as soon as it pushed its way into your life, Gulpy's mouth leaves, and you're treated to a respite where you can breath freely through your lips. It turns out to be a mistake, because it lets some of that sticky, sour slime into your mouth and onto your poor, poor taste buds, making you cough and splutter, winded as you are.


But wait. That was way too short. There's no way she's done with you that quic--


Six thick, stubby digits clutch both your sides, and with so much more force than you could reasonably expect from a slime Pokemon, your Swalot hoists you up, pressing a sweeping smooch against you again. This motion has the mortifying effect of thrusting your hips against her soft, gooey mass, eking a pang of pleasure you never wanted in the first place out of your traitorous body. It makes you gasp--and that turns out to be the worst mistake you've made so far, because Gulpy takes the opportunity the moment your mouth opens to deepen the horrible kiss.


Your miserable groans renew tenfold once Gulpy's thick, viscous tongue plies its way through the gap in your lips and immediately starts scouring the insides of your mouth like the world's most enthusiastic cave diver. She hugs you tighter. You can't help but gag as your own wet muscle is made to parlay with hers; she twirls yours around expertly, dancing the mouth ballet with you, mapping out every little nook and cranny of your teeth, tongue, gums, and throat. Sometimes, you're forced to return the favor. As she lovingly, enthusiastically slurps and suckles away at you, the suction of her cheek-staining lips is so strong that you're pulled into her mouth instead. You're led along, an unwilling apprentice to her tongue's masterful leadership. You're graced with the abhorrent knowledge of what the inside of a Swalot's mouth tastes like--sultry, acrid, foul, stale, and most of all utterly sopping fucking WET with spittle.


All the while, that probing muscle of hers provides a steady dripfeed of her saliva to 'satiate' you. The thick, goopy, despicable liquid fills your mouth quicker than ever. Soon, you find yourself trapped in the disgusting dilemma of whether you should drink down her drool so that you won't choke, or just let the stuff overwhelm you so this can come to a merciful end. It's not a real choice, though. Your body will always choose 'live' over 'die', so, naturally, you give up to your instincts and gulp mouthful after mouthful of her sticky, slimy spit so that you may live another day.


What feels like hours pass as all five of your senses are utterly manhandled by the force that is a horny, kiss-happy Swalot, and the horror only grows as she twists her lips against yours, splattering more of her sputum all over your face, to the point where you can't tell what's wet and what's dry. The sparing few moments where your mouth is left slightly less molested are only followed by her puckering her lips and making you look, again, and again, as she starts snogging you once more--and sometimes, even just leaving her mouth open so that her purplish goo drips bit by bit into your mouth, directly onto your tongue, forcing you to experience her otherworldly taste yet again. She openly grinds her body against yours, which is conveniently spread eagle for maximal skin-to-skin contact, coaxing little pangs of pleasure that, once or twice, almost gets you erect in the most mortifying way possible. Your entire body from head to toe is drenched in the sticky, reeking residue of her slime.


This conga line of trauma doesn't seem to be ending soon. The only thing you can think between repulsed sobs, gags, and moans as you're thoroughly frenched and felt up is that you'll be having flashbacks to this moment for the rest of your life--if the rest of your life won't be this already.


That, and you'lll never be able to wash the scent of Swalot off of you ever again.