A Snowstorm with Tundra
Harriet was never fond of the cold. She would avoid going outside in the Winter whenever possible, and often spent most of her days in her room, sitting at the desk and staring at a computer screen until her eyes hurt.
It was for this reason that it was rather unfortunate that she lived on the edge of Snowpoint City, where the seasons didn't matter and it was always Winter. She shivered against the bitter temperature as she walked through the gently falling snow toward the small cave a short walk behind her house carrying the hefty bag of Pokémon Food that threatened to slip from her grip, a side effect of the cold nipping at her bare fingers.
Her mother had asked her to feed Tundra for the day while she was out. Harriet's mother just so happened to be an official Trainer at the Snowpoint Gym. She worked pretty closely with Candice, though Harriet had never met her herself. So today, she was taking a moment out of her busy day of doing nothing in the warm to feed the lumbering Abomasnow that Harriet and her family had adopted.
She arrived at the small opening, kneeling down to the red plastic bucket that sat at the cave's entrance, filled to the brim with snow. With a lazy sigh, Harriet set down her parcel of Pokémon grub and emptied the bucket of its icy contents, before refilling it with the monster food.
"Tundra," she called as she walked deeper into the dark environment. Her voice echoed around, rebounding off the walls into her own ears. It took a moment before she heard the familiar low rumble of a growl as the large, frosty mass of the icy Pokémon soon came into view, his intimidating size increasing as he moved closer from the depths of the cave. Lilac eyes glowed from his vast silhouette making for a rather terrifying sight to anyone that didn't know the creature's true character.
Harriet set down the food bucket in front of her, stepping back and shivering to herself as she blew into her hands to try and warm them, before shoving them into her puffy coat's pockets. The Abomasnow gratefully reached for his feast and began to shovel handfuls of the brown processed food into his shaggy-fur covered maw. He grumbled happily as he ate. Harriet cursed to herself as she watched the Pokémon eat. She was trying not to think of the cold, but she could only regret having not put on more before coming out. She had only grabbed her coat, Fur boots and fluffy Spoink bobble hat. She regretted being so languorous, and swore to wear more - particularly over her legs - before coming outside ever again.
"Glad you like it, Tundra," she said, though it was mostly to herself. She highly doubted that the Pokémon even knew she was there, as he was obviously far more interested in the meal that he was so focused on finishing. Tundra licked his huge jade paw, savouring the flavour he adored so much and satisfied at least for now, though Harriet considered he would soon be hungry again in just a few hours. Harriet considered just how similar they both were; spending all their time deep in their nest and only emerging for food.
"I wish I was an Abomasnow," she laughed to herself, turning to look at the white outside as the falling ice billowed around at an increasing rate. "That way I'd never be cold. The only thing I'd have to fear would be heat." She imagined for a moment the idea of herself as an Abomasnow, shuffling around in the snow, completely unphased by the crippling chill. She was suddenly jolted from her humorous daydream by a very low sounding grumble from Tundra. She whirred to face him, seeing him staring out stoically, his lilac eyes focused on the sky.
"what's wrong, Tundra?" Harriet asked, taking a step towards the Pokémon in worry. She looked back out of the opening, a sudden pang of fear as she saw the incoming wave of whirring white as it moved rapidly across the horizon. A snowstorm was moving in, and moving very fast at that. Had they forecast a snowstorm? Harriet couldn't recall. Knowing that the Ice type would be fine in his literal own element, Harriet quickly grabbed up the bag of Pokémon food and darted out of the cave, hurriedly shuffling through the trees in a mad dash to get back home and inside before the storm blew through and trapped her in it. Wearing so little, she'd surely freeze, or at the very least, suffer severe frostbite on most of her body. But the weather was moving faster than she ever could, and it was still quite the trek before safety. She gasped, feeling the sudden freezing temperature slam into her as icy wind whipped her from all directions. She was cold before, but now, she realised just how warm the day had been. The wind that slashed at her was colder than she had ever felt, and the ice stung her bare skin. She let out a wail as she felt her feet swept from under her, and she landed flat on her back the Pokémon food scattering everywhere. Harriet tried to get to her feet, but the wind and sleet hounded her and made sure she made no progress. She tried desperately to cover her head, balling up in the fetal position, there was nothing else she could do. She tried desperately, as her last stand, to hold on to consciousness, but the overwhelming cold was too much, and slowly, her vision blurred, her mind hazed, and everything went dark.
Harriet awoke. It was dark, and she could hear the wind howling like a Houndoom as it wailed against something solid. Whatever that something was, she wasn't sure, but she knew that she was inside, and she hoped she was away from harm.
It was still cold. Of course it was. Her body immediately started shuddering in violent shivers, she pulled her arms tighter around herself, and brought her knees higher and let her teeth chatter. That was until she felt a large, heavy and furry object gently drape over her. For the first time since consciousness, she looked up. It took her a second for her eyes to adjust to the scarce light, but they did. The large, thick object was an arm, huge and green. Relief washed over her. She now knew where she was and who she was with.
"Thank you, Tundra," she said weakly. While it wasn't the best blanket in the world, the enormous limb was probably the best thing in the current situation. Harriet couldn't help but smile. She realised the Pokémon probably only helped her because she fed him, but the gesture saved her life. He could have easily just shuffled further into his den so he wouldn't have to make an effort - Arceus knows that she herself probably would have - but Tundra had known she was in trouble, and came to help. She sighed comfortably, balling herself up further under his limb. Harriet figured that she would just have to wait out the storm, then she could get back home. It was still uncomfortable, but after a few moments of getting used to the hard ground and her lumpy makeshift blanket, Harriet drifted off to sleep.
Harriet awoke again a few hours later, though this time something had roused her. It took her a second for her mind to comprehend what was happening, but she felt a warm, slimy object rubbing at her face. Her eyes adjusted to the enormous pink muscle, slick with saliva as it slobbered away at her skin. Harriet quickly pushed herself away, not quite sure how to deal with the situation. She looked up, now able to actually see the whole scene without a tongue flapping inches away from her eye. It was Tundra, and he looked somewhat disappointed she had moved.
"Ew! What are you doing, Tundra?!" Harriet disgustedly babbled, as she tried to wipe away the thick Ice Monster spit, only succeeding in coating her otherwise dry hand with it. Tundra moved toward her again, moving now on his hind legs before dropping back to all fours in order to start lapping at Harriet's skin once more.
"S-stop it, Tundra!" Harriet protested, once again putting distance between herself and the Pokémon, whilst closing distance between the wall and herself. Somewhat annoyed, Tundra reached out this time in order to bring Harriet to himself. He gently wrapped his stubby digits around her waist and lifted her toward his face. Harriet let out a cry as she felt the ground disappear from under her. She wriggled in his grip, but despite the Pokémon's light squeeze, she was unable to escape.
Tundra began to lap at her again, treating her like a giant snow cone. His breath was surprisingly incredibly hot and smelled strongly of pine. Feeling the thick, wet muscle over her skin caused Harriet to fluster. She felt her face growing hot and her core growing hotter. Surprised at herself, she mentally scolded herself for being so improper. She absolutely could not get turned on by a Pokémon, she promised herself, least of all a Pokémon trying to eat her.
After some struggling, she managed to free an arm, and tried to push the Pokémon's face away from hers. Though, of course, this proved pretty difficult. Harriet realised that in order to escape the Frost Tree Pokémon's clasp, she could wriggle out of her coat and slip out, while the Abomasnow still held her. She bit at her sleeve, pulling her arm away, back through into the body of her coat. With that same arm, she helped her other, still trapped arm through its sleeve, before helping her head through. She slipped from her own clothes, landing in an awkward heap on the cold cave floor. Tundra had barely registered what had happened before Harriet started to run. But in the dim cave light, Harriet never saw Tundra's thick, trunk-like tail, and toppled head over heels, crashing to the floor. She tried to push herself up in a daze. The Abomasnow had since lost interest in the empty coat and turned his attention back on her.
"W-what's the big idea anyway?!" she wailed, as Tundra went back to trying to taste his owner. Harriet, now exposed in her plain black padded bra and leggings shivered against the nippy air, one arm wrapped around her chest, the other keeping the Pokémon's mouth away. She felt herself begin to fluster again. She didn't want to let herself think that being molested by a Pokémon felt good. She pushed back harder, but Tundra was persistent, crawling on all fours toward her, all the while pushing her back.
"Tundraaaa!" she cried, feeling the Pokémon's hot, thick tongue run up her chest and neck and across her face, smearing her simple eyeliner and dark blue lipstick and messing up her already scruffy dyed blue hair. In desperation, she kicked at the Pokémon's face, causing Tundra to rear back and grunt in surprise. Her breath heavy, Harriet felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end as the warm saliva ran down her body, a beautiful contrast to the surrounding cold. For a second she gave in, revelling in the feeling of the hot, sap-like spit running down her tummy. Shaking away the thought, she looked down at her developed body. There, wedged snugly in her cleavage she noticed a small, tan lump. Confused, she reached into her bra and retrieved it. Bringing it closer to her face, Harriet realised it was a chunk of Pokémon food. Before she could question what it was doing there, Tundra plucked it from her fingers and popped it into his mouth. He rumbled happily, then turned away and laid down, completely uninterested in everything else.
Harriet sat for a moment stupefied. The once warm spittle chilled and she broke out in goosebumps in reaction.
All that for a single piece of food.
"Y-you idiot!" Harriet cawed, hugging her arms close to herself. "You soaked my clothes and undressed me for that?!" she trembled as she got to her feet, retrieving her now discarded coat and used it to mop herself up. Not to mention got me all worked up with no pay off... she thought to herself, ashamed of the stickiness she could feel between her thighs. She sat back down next to the Pokémon, her arms crossed and a frown of disappointment on her face. Before long the sound of a soft rumbling snore filled the cave from behind her.
Harriet slumped to her side on the cave floor, her eyes wide and head swimming with thoughts. She could hear the blood in her ears and the hammering in her chest. She was frustrated, contrite, but also... She squeezed her eyes shut, took a deep breath and tried not to think about anything until she fell asleep once again. But she didn't sleep. She couldn't. And though she tried valiantly to stave off the unremitting thoughts in her mind, her shame inevitably curdled with lust. Her hand moved down, at first to innocently pick at the uncomfortable wetness between her thighs. With her eyes still shut and her hands wandering, Harriet pondered the sensation of the slimy warmth of Tundra's tongue and the helplessness of being held in his strong grip. Harriet's hand moved faster, but before she brought herself to climax, she jolted up, her eyes wide. Her chest heaved while she caught her breath and she looked down at the patch of dampness in her leggings. A wave of mortification, even greater than before crashed down on her and Harriet held her head in her hands. At least she was warmer now. A low rumble above her made her jump and Harriet's stomach sank even more when she saw the wide, lilac eyes of the Abomasnow peering down at her. Harriet scrambled away, laughing nervously as she did. Her face was red hot with embarrassment, practically causing steam to billow off her freckled, makeup-smeared cheeks.
Tundra watched her curiously, his gaze unwavering which only exacerbated the young girl's shame. Her eyes meekly wandered over to the Pokémon, trailing down to his belly and groin. It took her a moment to register what she was looking at but her mouth hung agape when she did. A streak of surprisingly pretty pink sat in contrast to the pure white and jade fur of his tummy.
"Wow" Harriet breathed. The size of the creature's appendage was easily greater than any man's she had seen before, and even in the dim light she could tell it still wasn't fully erect. "I... did this... to you...?" she wondered aloud, feeling incredibly flattered at the gesture, "I c-can't believe you got a semi from watching me jill off..."
A cascade of hazy thoughts echoed in her head, compelling her to reach out and touch it. It looked so very warm, and I am pretty cold... she thought.
The girl tentatively crawled closer, stopping to sit in front of the watching Pokémon's legs. It was a truly imposing sight, as the pink rod practically towered over her face. A nervous smile spread across her blue lips as Harriet struggled to control her breathing. Her warm breath tickled the Pokémon's cock and caused it to twitch and swell. Harriet gulped before she started drooling and timidly gripped the smooth, long shaft in front of her with her cold hands, marvelling at the feeling of the muscle now rapidly stiffening and elongating. Gently, she began to stroke it up and down, encouraging its growth until it pulsed vulgarly with every hammer of Tundra's heartbeat.
The shape was rather peculiar. Thick at the base and thinning toward the top, and the head was decorated with four raised nubs, making it look almost flower-like.
"I'm not too sure of what I'm doing here, but..." she wondered aloud, then continued to stroke, never taking her eyes off the bubblegum-coloured rod that would never fit her hands. She increased her grip to a low rumble of appreciation from Tundra. Harriet began to find a rhythm, pumping her hands faster and slower, up and down the Ice Monster's shaft. She grinned, finding such pleasure in an act she never would have considered before as warm, sticky precum dribbled from the tip of the Abomasnow's cock.
Payback... Harriet thought as she leaned in to gently lap at the tip. The salty flavour of the Pokémon's cum danced across her tongue. Like a domino effect, as soon as she tasted the lewd substance she felt herself get wetter, her cunt squeezing in response and she suddenly felt terribly empty. She blushed a bright red and redoubled her efforts. Overcome with desire, Harriet quickly unclasped her bra, exposing her soft breasts fully to the chilled air. Her nipples hardened instantly in reaction, then she set them either side of the creature's impressive erection. Her breasts were modest in size, large for her age, and yet they had no hope of ever fully concealing the incredible tower of flesh that now jutted out from between them. Harriet lifted her breasts around Tundra's cock, titfucking the creature while she suckled at the tip, leaving dark blue smudges as her lipstick smeared around it. Tundra growled in appreciation as a wad of thick precum spurted across Harriet's face, causing her to gasp.
Tundra shifted to its feet, pushing Harriet off. At first she thought he was finished, but when he moved behind her and roughly pushed her down Harriet felt a spike of excitement in her chest. Rolling onto all fours, she rubbed herself through her leggings, arching her back inwards and wiggling her ass. Harriet practically purred when she felt the Abomasnow take her hips and rest his shaft in the dip of her buttocks. She eagerly bit her lip, rubbing her fingers more violently into the cleft of her groin. She could feel her own dampness soaking through her remaining clothes, but right now she didn't mind one bit. She had never imagined herself doing this kind of thing with a Pokémon before, but for some reason now it was the only thing she could think about.
Tundra began to thrust, his formidable cock nestled comfortably between her buttocks, rumbling in pleasure. His fat, shaggy nuts bounced with the movement. Harriet groaned, lowering her front to the floor in order to reach both hands to her groin to resume her earlier playing. Her tits squashed against the cold cave floor, though Harriet didn't seem to notice. Diddling herself through her leggings and panties only went so far, however and she quickly slid her thumbs into her waistline, shucked the garments down and carelessly kicked them away, then impatiently dug her fingers back into herself with a loud sigh. Tundra also enjoyed the sudden new sensation of the girl's soft skin on his hot shaft, the dip in her asscheeks slick from her own juices that had soaked through her panties while she masturbated.
The two grinded together awkwardly. Harriet was lost in her own pleasure when she felt a sudden splash of warmth in the small of her back and over her backside. Tundra had delivered another wad of precum which dripped messily from his cockhead.
"Oh fuck, yes" Harriet whispered, loving the feeling of her depravity. The thought that it was her own body that caused Tundra to feel so good pushed her over the edge as she orgasmed. She violently rubbed her clit through it, drawing the orgasm out longer. Tundra growled again, shifting his position. He began to thrust more violently in jackhammer-like strokes. Harriet mumbled incoherently as she continued to cum. Her juices ran down her legs and splattered to the floor in droplets.
She reached behind her to roughly grab a hold of the Abomasnow's dick and then swiftly guided it to her opening. Biting her lip, she rubbed the strange tip against her clit, knowing that in just seconds she would be filled with the Pokémon's turgid cock. The thought alone was almost enough to make her cum again.
But before she could even say go, Tundra thrust awkwardly, ramming his cock forward. The unwieldy and sudden movement completely off-set the original target, and Tundra was soon buried up to the hilt in Harriet's ass with little difficulty. His member was slick with his own cum, allowing safe passage into Harriet's insides.
Harriet Grunted, clawing at the ground in surprise as she felt her gut suddenly filled with the impossible tool. Tundra rumbled in pleasure while Harriet squealed beneath him, the whole thing sending her skittering over the edge. She shuddered against the floor in another orgasm, her quivering cunt squirting a paltry amount of gilrcum that splashed over Tundra's heavy balls that now rested against her clit. Her eyes rolled in her head, her legs shook and her toes pointed. After what seemed like minutes without breathing, Harriet was finally able to take a shallow breath. Tundra had since began thrusting again, setting Harriet off in short groans of fuckdrunk pleasure. Her back arched outward as she orgasmed again. Tucking her head in, had there been enough light to see, Harriet would have noticed the effect it had on her body. There was a great bump in her belly, Tundra's shaft was practically rearranging her insides, making itself apparent with every thrust. Instead, she only felt it pressing against the back wall of her vagina, his torrid cock assaulting all the right spots.
Tundra began to increase his speed, while Harriet, once again able to control her hands, quickly set her fingers to work on her neglected pussy, as she twisted, pinched and abused her sensitive clit.
Tundra's increasing speed was an obvious sign to his orgasm. Harriet wanted to say something to the creature, to call out its name, but her only noise was a gurgling moan as she orgasmed again. Her clenching muscles locked down on Tundra's shaft at the very base, which in turn set the Frost Tree Pokémon off as well. He came inside her, filling her to the brim with just the first spurt. Harriet's hands balled into fists, unable to hold on to anything. The second spurt followed the first, and the third. By the fourth, Harriet's orgasm had finally subsided, and her muscles finally let the Pokémon's poor abused cock go. It slid out, still fully hard and in mid eruption, sending his seed everywhere, cascading down over Harriet's raised rump and lowered shoulders. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, successfully catching another taste of the Pokémon, without even having to work for it. Cum spilled from her ass, coating her empty pussy with a toasty warmth. Her hips slumped to the ground and Harriet gasped for breath, a satisfied smile on her face.
Finally spent, Tundra stumbled backwards and landed in a heap breathing heavily.
"Tundra..." she began, looking the Pokémon in the eyes.
"M-more like... 'Cumdra'..." Harriet couldn't even laugh at her own joke, so exhausted from the fucking all she could do was lay there. The two curled up together, sharing their warmth as the storm outside finally began to subside.