[Jun. Poll] UNITE: Gen 2 vs Gen 9

(1)

A practice match was taking place in the UNITE Battle Stadium, which had been opened up for the Pokémon competitors. The Gen 2 and Gen 9 starters, who had recently gathered, had begun a 3-on-3 match to determine which team was superior.

Although the match was closely contested, Gen 9 fell just short of the required points, and Gen 2 emerged victorious.

They had also placed a bet on the outcome of the match. The Gen 2 males returned to the locker room for Round 2 looking excited, while the Gen 9 males looked dejected.

(2)

The terms of the bet were that the winning team could do whatever they wanted with the losing team. In a sexual sense, of course.

Inside the closed-off locker room, the air was thick with the heat and exhilaration of the game. Even the locker room—designed to accommodate large Pokémon—felt cramped enough that, with six people inside, they could feel each other’s breath.

Feraligatr couldn’t contain his excitement; he pushed Skeledirge down and was about to get right down to business. Skeledirge tried to resist slightly, but was pinned down on his back. He could only sense Feraligatr’s breath—which gradually moved downward from the tip of his chin—through sound and the sensation on his skin, and he shivered at the ticklish feeling.

Meganium ran the vines extending from its body over Quaquaval’s beautiful feathers. As if enjoying Quaquaval’s attempts to feign calm, it touched him all over, searching for his sensitive spots. Then it guided the vines toward its intended target—the groin of Quaquaval’s sturdy legs.

Meanwhile, Typhlosion was aimlessly rummaging through the locker, biding his time. He wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about this wager, but deep down, he was thrilled by this rare opportunity for sex. However, he lacked the courage to be as bold as the others in touching his rival.

Meowscarada, however, was enjoying Typhlosion’s reaction. He teased Typhlosion with casual words and gestures, relishing the moment when his restraint would finally snap. And when Meowscarada whispered in his ear and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, flames finally erupted from Typhlosion’s body.

(3)

Feraligatr thrust his hard, curved crocodile penis into Skeledirge, reveling in the pleasure. With each thrust of the thick knot at its base, Skeledirge’s anus was repeatedly forced open and then contracted. Skeledirge writhed in response to the overwhelming stimulation, but the larger Feraligatr’s massive frame prevented him from escaping the pleasure. Then, when Feraligatr’s large hand grasped Skeledirge’s penis—which had been left untouched until then—Skeledirge’s vision went completely white as he ejaculated.

Quaquaval’s slender, twisted penis wrapped itself around Meganium’s long, thick penis, and he rubbed their joined penises together with vines.

Meganium bound Quaquaval and seated him on his lap, observing him as he gasped in pleasure. Quaquaval’s twisted penis caught on the vines with every up-and-down movement, sending waves of intense pleasure through his body and making him jerk with each jolt. By controlling just one point, even the most beautiful or powerful opponent could be brought to their knees in an instant. Facing the now completely disheveled dancer, Meganium’s excitement reached its peak.

Typhlosion thrust his hips frantically, determined not to be outdone by Meowscarada’s tight interior. Meowscarada tried to maintain a composed demeanor, but with every stroke and every deep thrust, his voice and expression grew increasingly lewd and uncontrolled. The sight ignited the dominant desire that had been brewing within Typhlosion.

An even more intense wave of pleasure surged through Typhlosion, and a hot, white fluid gushed out from within him and flowed out. Yet, without pausing, he continued to grind his sensitized penis deep inside Meowscarada. He poured his desire into the act relentlessly, utterly disregarding the physical limits of either himself or Meowscarada.

(4)

Some time passed, and the intense heat and noise in the locker room subsided. The locker room was filled with the smell of semen and sex, and the Gen 9 Starters lay sprawled across the floor. Exhausted, they lacked the strength to tend to their abused penises and anuses, or even to wipe away the semen that had been ejaculated onto them.

In contrast, the Gen 2s were becoming more energetic despite having ejaculated several times. Their penises were still fully erect, and they were ready to start the next round immediately.

However, the Gen 9s weren’t about to just take it lying down. They waited for a moment when the Gen 2s let their guard down and launched their counterattack.

(5)

As Meowscarada snapped its fingers, puffs of smoke erupted around the Gen 2s' crotches. Immediately afterward, their exposed penises were enveloped by something elastic, and they were suddenly struck by an intense wave of pleasure, as if struck by lightning.

What had seized their penises—still tingling from the afterglow of their previous climaxes—was a sex toy Meowscarada had created by modifying its "Flower Trick" move. Its performance had already been proven through forced experiments on Quaquaval, Skeledirge, and several others.

Meowscarada instantly conjured toys tailored to each of their sizes and shapes, then tightened vines around them to further amplify the effect.

The Gen 2 starters reached orgasm in the blink of an eye from the sudden, intense pleasure. Taking advantage of that moment, the Gen 9 starters pinned them down.

(6)

Quaquaval used his prized legs to service Typhlosion. His legs possessed both the power to deliver mighty kicks and the dexterity for incredibly delicate, light-footed steps. Typhlosion was instantly captivated by that exquisite balance of strength and finesse. As if in return for the service, he lovingly took Quaquaval’s penis—offered right before his eyes—into his mouth.

Meowscarada was pushing Feraligatr even further over the edge using the sex toy from earlier. The viscous secretions from the "Flower Trick" acted as lubricant, while the toy's resilient protrusions clung tightly to the flesh; squeezing or twisting it unleashed waves of entirely different sensations.

Meowscarada watched with amusement as Feraligatr, his sensitive spots relentlessly stimulated, became dazed and overwhelmed. He mused that if he could condition Feraligatr’s body so it could no longer achieve climax without the toy, he would make for an excellent customer.

Skeledirge loomed over Meganium, whose legs had buckled from a sudden, intense orgasm. Meganium already knew the terror of that crocodilian penis from his experience with Feraligatr. It was rock-hard, with a tip and curvature designed to pinpoint sensitive spots with lethal accuracy—and it even featured a "knot" at the base to ensure it wouldn't easily slip out. It was like a diabolically engineered dildo.

With no way to escape, Meganium could only watch helplessly as that weapon was positioned against his anus. And the moment Skeledirge’s hard penis was thrust into his anus in one go, he looked up at the ceiling and let out a filthy moan.

(7)

Quaquaval’s foot job gave way to a hip-driven assault, which completely shattered Typhlosion’s rationality. Quaquaval’s slender, twisted penis—with short thrusts, its thin tip mercilessly piercing deep inside him, and with long strokes, its twists catching on the inside, sending a ticklish pleasure racing down his spine.

Furthermore, Quaquaval’s leg and hip movements—honed by samba—were powerful and unpredictable, as if he had absolutely no intention of letting Typhlosion get used to it. Every time Quaquaval moved, Typhlosion could do nothing but arch his body and moan beneath him.

Meowscarada made the dazed Feraligatr take his penis into its mouth. It felt exhilarating to look down upon and dominate an opponent of such vastly superior size. However, the fit seemed awkward at first—perhaps due to the sheer disparity between Meowscarada’s modest-sized member and Feraligatr’s cavernous maw.

That thought vanished in an instant, though; the moment his penis was sandwiched between Feraligatr’s thick tongue and the roof of his mouth, an intense wave of pleasure struck Meowscarada, forcing him to double over and lean heavily against Feraligatr’s head. Overwhelmed by that addictive, hot elasticity, Meowscarada cradled Feraligatr’s head and ejaculated right into his mouth.

Thinking about teaching Skeledirge this blowjob technique as well, he pulled out the sex toy that Feraligatr’s penis had been left inserted into.

Skeledirge clung to Meganium’s voluptuous body, twisting his hips back and forth and side to side to probe deep into Meganium’s thick, fleshy interior. Alligators possess a technique of rotating their bodies to tear through their prey’s flesh, but when that axis of rotation is centered on the hips, it transforms into a ferocious sexual technique. As he twisted and gouged inside him, Meganium’s anus tightened with a low moan, producing exquisite pleasure.

Skeledirge devoured his prey as his desire dictated—not out of hunger, but out of lust. And after ejaculating inside him several times, he pulled his penis out. Meganium, whose still-erect penis had been forcibly yanked out, let out a scream-like cry and jerked violently.

(8)

Gen 9 managed to pull off a spectacular come-from-behind victory against Gen 2. It would be a little while yet before the heat of the moment faded and they found themselves having to clean up the semen they had scattered everywhere.

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I’m truly sorry for keeping you waiting for so long. Ideally, I should have cut back on the story and painting, but in the end, I decided not to compromise and finished it.

Since the artwork for the Gen 2 starters was so popular in the past, I created this piece with that series in mind. The Gen 9 Pokémon are also very popular, so it was a lot of fun to combine these two teams in this scenario.

Still, I’ll have to work hard to catch up on the schedule I’ve fallen behind on.