chaindecay:


 Of all her uncle’s pokemon, Goodra was the best, and Goodra was the worst.
The best because he was the sweetest, happiest, most playful of them all - most other dragons tended to be a sulky lot, it seemed to Sydney as a child - the most willing to put up with childish antics, letting her clamber all over his gelatin-like body or attempt to climb his neck with the gentle patience of a saint. 
The worst because even days after she’d left the ranch she’d still be struggling to squeeze the last of his thick, viscous goo from inside herself, which gave her a tummyache, and was just embarrassing, really. 
There was no dissuading Goodra once he’d got into his mind that it was time to mate (again, a prominent feature of dragon pokemon). If Sydney tried to playfully push him away her hands would just slip uselessly against the goo, and he’d become bolder and snugglier as she tried to slip away from him, and before long she’d be so slick that her clothes essentially lost themselves. It wouldn’t be until later in life that she’d understand why she so liked the feeling of his big, slimy, sweaty body so much, even though it was sort of gross. Feeling him position himself over her was always both exhilarating and alarming, and before long she’d be crying out and quivering as he stuffed absolutely every oriface of hers with the goo. 
Every thrust sent a wave of the pearly liquid over her thighs and ass, congealing into gel-like clumps that made her shiver when they slowly ran down her legs, and he’d even drip the stuff from his arms and neck as he held her in place beneath him so her back would be coated and her hair would become sticky and gummy. Once Goodra had even kissed her during the act, making her cough and splutter as thick globs got in her nostrils and ran down her chin. 
Once he was finally spent, they’d practically be attached at the hips, the goo slung between them in one sheet from ass to knee. Sometimes it would take the better part of an hour to finally pull away from him as the goo congealed. 
Her uncle would sometimes be concerned for her well-being, afterwards - worried she’d been too scared, or they’d really gone too far this time. But when it was time to leave the ranch she’d always give Goodra an extra snuggle and excitedly ask her uncle when she’d be allowed to come back.

oh god I didn’t even think I was into this

chaindecay:

 Of all her uncle’s pokemon, Goodra was the best, and Goodra was the worst.

The best because he was the sweetest, happiest, most playful of them all - most other dragons tended to be a sulky lot, it seemed to Sydney as a child - the most willing to put up with childish antics, letting her clamber all over his gelatin-like body or attempt to climb his neck with the gentle patience of a saint. 

The worst because even days after she’d left the ranch she’d still be struggling to squeeze the last of his thick, viscous goo from inside herself, which gave her a tummyache, and was just embarrassing, really. 

There was no dissuading Goodra once he’d got into his mind that it was time to mate (again, a prominent feature of dragon pokemon). If Sydney tried to playfully push him away her hands would just slip uselessly against the goo, and he’d become bolder and snugglier as she tried to slip away from him, and before long she’d be so slick that her clothes essentially lost themselves. It wouldn’t be until later in life that she’d understand why she so liked the feeling of his big, slimy, sweaty body so much, even though it was sort of gross. Feeling him position himself over her was always both exhilarating and alarming, and before long she’d be crying out and quivering as he stuffed absolutely every oriface of hers with the goo. 

Every thrust sent a wave of the pearly liquid over her thighs and ass, congealing into gel-like clumps that made her shiver when they slowly ran down her legs, and he’d even drip the stuff from his arms and neck as he held her in place beneath him so her back would be coated and her hair would become sticky and gummy. Once Goodra had even kissed her during the act, making her cough and splutter as thick globs got in her nostrils and ran down her chin. 

Once he was finally spent, they’d practically be attached at the hips, the goo slung between them in one sheet from ass to knee. Sometimes it would take the better part of an hour to finally pull away from him as the goo congealed. 

Her uncle would sometimes be concerned for her well-being, afterwards - worried she’d been too scared, or they’d really gone too far this time. But when it was time to leave the ranch she’d always give Goodra an extra snuggle and excitedly ask her uncle when she’d be allowed to come back.

oh god I didn’t even think I was into this

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littlelovelypokemon:

What happens when you buttslap a Goodra? Well your hand gets stuck of course! Have fun explaining that one to your wife.

littlelovelypokemon:

What happens when you buttslap a Goodra? Well your hand gets stuck of course! Have fun explaining that one to your wife.

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littlelovelypokemon:

Hey, I fucked your waifu! And she mega’d several times!

littlelovelypokemon:

Hey, I fucked your waifu! And she mega’d several times!

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slugbox:

redletterart:

slug im sorry (not really) but like wow she is a bae

WHAT IS HAPPENING

slugbox:

redletterart:

slug im sorry (not really) but like wow she is a bae

WHAT IS HAPPENING

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