Muttering under her breath, Katia stared down at the map. Was she seriously lost?
Grumbling, she pored over the map. The southern jungle wasn’t supposed to be too dangerous, but a human traveling without pokemon—as she was—was expected to walk with a heavy supply of repels, just in case. Her stock should have been more than enough to see her though, but she was running dangerously low…
“I’ll be fine,” the young woman muttered, idly running her fingers through her hair. “It’s not too far… I’ve got to conserve.” Besides, she hadn’t seen any pokemon at all, dangerous or no.
She continued down the pathway (though it was so worn, she admitted, it was more like a game trail) while trying to ascertain her position in the jungle. Within a few minutes, caged in by looming, vine-draped trees, Katia had to admit it to herself: she was good and lost.
Worry started to trace its cruel fingers down her heart, but only momentarily; soon enough the negative feelings were banished by a new sensation: a novel, enticing new scent. The aroma drifted past her nose, piquing her interest and soothing her worries and, strangely, causing her heart rate to skip, her skin to prick, her face to flush…
Idly, barely realizing she was doing it, Katia began tracing the new scent back to its source, leaving the map drifting lazily away on a soft breeze to be swallowed by the jungle.
The growth grew thicker, the heavy greens of the trees and vines contrasted with the pale lavender of surrounding blossoms and petals. The blossoms were becoming more and more common, and as they did so, the curious scent—overwhelmingly sweet, heavy, almost spicy—soared further and further. The smell was omnipresent and Katia couldn’t help but blink slowly. It was so luscious that it was almost hard to think… she felt her cheeks burning, and realized her breathing had gotten slow and heavy. Her core began to ache with a ruinous and luscious need.
Following the scent to its source, she found it. It was a wild Carnivine, but one that was far larger than any she had ever seen. The pokemon’s head alone would have easily dwarfed a human. The creature’s lower tendrils were wrapped tightly around the trunk of a great jungle tree, the vines redolent in the pale lavender blossoms. The creature’s toothed maw split into a grin as it grinned at her almost coyly; one of its fronds curled against its massive head, while the other was cupped low. Within it, a pale pinkish-purple nectar sloshed around. More of the same dripped from the pokemon’s mouth.
In normal circumstances, Katia would have bolted, running for her life from such a massive and frightening creature. Indeed, even now, some part of her was urging caution and escape when confronted with the Carnivine. But the scent… the lovely, overpowering scent was at its strongest here, and she knew that the Carnivine was the source. Stay, it seemed to whisper at her. Stay. We won’t hurt you. We just want to make you feel good…
The Grass-type lowered the frond with the nectar to her lips and, against the warnings from her heart, Katia gently touched her lips to it and took a sip.
The nectar was sweeter than the sweetest juice, like an exotic candy, and she gulped it down eagerly. With every swallow, her heartbeat hammered faster and faster, and she felt her face and her arms and her breasts flush more and more with arousal.
Arousal? She wondered at it but didn’t have long to ponder before the frond tipped slightly upwards, pushing more nectar on her to drink. She lapped it eagerly, barely aware that one of the vines was pushing gently yet firmly on her shoulders. She sank to her knees in deference, not even aware she was doing it, and didn’t bat an eye when that same vine casually plucked her backpack from off of her shoulders, taking it away.
Arousal… the more she drank the hotter and needier she got. She gulped down the nectar, delighting in the taste, reveling in the messages it sent her: Easy now, little one, easy… that’s right, you like it, you love it, you’re here for bliss and satiation and that’s what you will get.
The Carnivine’s vines wrapped around Katia’s legs and torso, holding her firmly enough that she couldn’t slip yet easily enough that it wasn’t painful. Maneuvering her upside down, the creature dangled her overhead, grinning up at her.
It was going to eat her! No! She had to escape! She had to—
Calm, calm, caaaaaaaaaaalm, little pet, the voice within the flowers crooned inside her head. We have no wish to harm you. Why so frightened? Why so tense? Just relax, and let your inhibitions fly away like birds… we’ve got you, little pet, and you’ll never be happier.
Yes… why was she scared? Surely the Carnivine would have already made its move if it had violent intentions… It had treated her well thus far. There was no need to worry. Katia relaxed, staring down at the Carnivine with heavy, half-lidded eyes. Despite her heavy arousal, she was also strangely drowsy, as if half near sleep; not enough to nod off, but enough for everything to get slow. Processing even simple thoughts was a chore.
Do you want more of the luscious nectar, little thing? She nodded, whining slightly. She did, she did… She wanted it so bad…
The Carnivine’s grin widened, showing off its moist tongue. Then take it straight from the source…
The creature lowered Katia until she was only a few feet above it. Then it reached up with its tongue until it tickled her face.
Dutifully, Katia took the tongue in, whimpering softly around it. Theeeeeeeeere, came the soothing voice from the flowers. There, little pet. Let your master treat you right. The tongue in her mouth wriggled back and forth, almost like the Carnivine was frenching her; Katia’s eyes fluttered with a muffled sigh, letting the creature hold her there and explore her mouth with its tongue. She sucked the juices off of it, the nectar even sharper than before, and sunsparks of delight burst through her body.
A cold touch to her thigh made her shiver, and she blinked, suddenly aware that her shoes were gone, and her pants were being peeled off; more vines were idly taking off her jacket, her shirt and bra, and others still wound themselves sinuously around her body. She shuddered and whined as one of Master’s vines cupped her breast while another snaked around her bare thigh, and two more rubbed themselves on her neck and lower back.
Such a lovely body, came Master’s voice, a lovely body for a lovely pet, and even in the sluggish haze that was her consciousness, Katia felt no small glow of pride: it was a lovely body, and she was happy that Master enjoyed it.
Before long all that was left on her was a (by now thoroughly soaked) pair of pale pink panties. The vines gently set her on the ground and Master slowly withdrew its tongue from Katia’s mouth. Katia almost whined in protest, only for her whine to morph into a high squeal of need as Master wrapped its tongue around her thigh, the wet touch making her skin and spine dance with pleasure and excitement.
My pet seems needy, Master’s voice taunted, and she nodded with as much energy as she could muster. She was so needy… her nethers burned and her skin was flushed. She tried to articulate her desire to Master but found that it was hard, so hard, the words stumbling on her lips.
Is pet having a difficult time? came Master’s voice. She blinked and nodded, awash in the smells and tastes and touches of the jungle. Thinking is hard, Master’s voice came. Let your master take care of it. That sounded like a good idea… Master was good, Master made her feel good. She could rely on Master.
A small vine wormed its way under her panties. Let’s get rid of these, said Master idly, and peeled them off, revealing her flushed and needy pussy. There we are. Oh my… it seems like my dearest pet needs attention. Katia watched in sluggish fascination as three of Master’s vines slowly crept their way up to her. More of Master’s vines, wrapped around her arms, pulled her back, until she arched her spine and stared up at Master’s giant visage; another vine wrapped itself around her torso, just beneath her breasts, holding her in place.
Don’t worry, little human. This will be the happiest moment of your life.
And the vines surged into her.
Katia’s face scrunched up, the sharp bite of sudden penetration present even within her lusty haze. But it soon enough faded away, and she learned to relish every thrust; the tripartite of vines in her pussy never ceased their fierce pace, and soon enough Katia was content to sit there, held tight by Master, and relish in every sensation as it plunged itself into her again and again. Every thrust was like heaven and she was content to sit in heaven and relax and feel Master’s touch on her and over her and in her; every thrust rocked her body and sent her heart hammering faster and faster, and by the end she was not even capable of saying how long she had sat there, getting fucked by Master’s vines, or how many times she had orgasmed.
Finally Master relented, and as the vines loosened, Katia collapsed sleepily on the jungle floor. The Carnivine overhead cradled her in its leaves, and the scent surrounding her seemed to have shifted, now lulling her to sleep.
Rest well, little pet, the smells seemed to croon to her. I shall care for you when you wake. Humans train pokemon but how easy it is, how rewarding, to see the tables turned…
How rewarding indeed, Katia thought, before she fell into a deep and blissful slumber.