In the frot which followed, the Sandshrew always shot long before his large friend.īut today, things were different. Most dull afternoons when the Kadabra and Slowpoke were still ineffectually humping away, the Nidoking would snuffle around the Sandshrew's small, vaguely spherical body until he wound up clumsily rimming the mouse. That the sex was gay had no meaning to them. The Nidoking asserted himself on top of the Sandshrew, and the dusty little rodent didn't much mind his position after he and the Nidoking had gotten each other to squirt a few times. In lieu of having dexterous enough hands to masturbate with, they settled for grinding, frotting their tapering, swollen cocks together as if sword fighting. They both knew what sex was and they liked it. It started off simply, though under no innocent pretenses. While the Kadabra and Slowpoke went at it over and over with no eggs to show for it but having an excellent time nevertheless, the Sandshrew and the Nidoking were left alone and unsupervised in Michelle's basement, which was a minor Pokemon habitat.Īnd they, of course, decided to fuck too. She had a Nidoking and a female Kadabra, where he had a Sandshrew and a Slowpoke, both males. For two weeks now, Brandon and his friend Michelle had been trying to breed their Pokemon.
