Snek Sis
A Non-Vore Serperior Greentext by Anon
(Will eventually be added to AO3, but I need to get an invite. . .)
Post 1
"Welp, here we go."
Knock Knock Knock.
The suspense is killing you. You never really told your parents that you ended up going to college after you left.
You tried doing the pokemon trainer thing, but it just didn't work out.
You had hoped that your starter would mellow out, but he was just an asshole to the core.
That 1st pokemon you caught ended up fucking him and they both ran off leaving you defenseless in the forest.
That pack of Mightyena almost killed you before you got to the city.
After a couple weeks hoping they would come back, you realized they didn't plan on ever returning.
You were pretty pissed about it.
It was such a blow that you decided to just give up on pokemon and pursue a career.
You worked your ass off and got your Master's and now you are back home to show your parents your accomplishment.
The sound of the door unlocking snapped you from your reminiscing.
"Anon, is that you? Oh my God! Give your mama a hug!"
Mom was a sort of on again off again trainer when you were growing up, never bothering to catch more pokemon because she was too busy being a mom, but that didn't stop her for going out and battling and training her one and only Pokemon while you were at school.
She had the sweetest little Snivy that kinda grew up with you.
She evolved when you got to middle school and evolved again just before you left.
You always liked grass types.
"So, Anon, how many badges do you have? It's been years since we last saw you! Oh, we should have a battle! I want to see what kind of pokemon you ended up training!"
"Yeah, about that. I kinda gave up being a trainer. My pokemon abandoned me out in the forest and I. . ."
"WHAT!"
A loud voice that you recognize as your Mom's pokemon booms out from inside.
You've never heard her yell so loud.
You always thought of her as your unofficial big sister since your mom had her before you.
"Big" sister was more if a joke, though, she was always very petite.
"Hey, sis, it good to see..."
"H-Holy shit, is that you, sis?"
As she appeared from behind you mom, you realize that she was fucking huge now!
All Serperior are kinda big for snakes, but she was always pretty small for her kind.
You were always at least a head taller than her unless she reared up to scold you as the "big sister".
"What the hell do you mean they abandoned you?"
"Uhh uhh I. . ."
She started to leave the house to come outside, she just kept on coming, foot after foot of body.
When she finally fully exited the house, and got into a relaxed position in the yard, to look down at you, you realized just how big she had become.
"Well? Are you going to explain what happened?"
You realize that you had just been staring at her for a minute or two.
"O-oh yeah. They sort of got out of their balls and hooked up and ran off while I was asleep in the tent. I woke up the next day and they were gone."
You give a half hearted chuckle.
"I kinda just went back into the nearest town and waited to see if they would come back to our hotel room and they never did."
"What fucking assholes!"
The sentiment was echoed by your mom, now back in the doorway after letting your sister out.
"So did you ever get any other pokemon after they left?"
You just shake your head, no.
"Honestly, after that, I realized that I wasn't really cut out for being a trainer. I can't really command respect and battles always sort of stressed me out."
Your mom, ever the pokemaniac looked pretty upset.
"You could always try being a Coordinator or maybe a breeder. You shouldn't give up on pokemon entirely just because your first pokemon were no good."
You sister, however took the opportunity to wrap herself around you.
"Oh, Anon, I'm sorry that they did that to you. If I ever see that bastard, I'm going to bite him for treating you like that. . .
She nuzzles into you. She really has gotten huge now. She would definitely be considered an alpha pokemon by now.
"Thanks, sis. I appreciate that you still care about me. You're so big now, what has mom been feeding you, whole fucking Tauros?"
She pulls her head off of your chest and a ting of a blush appears on her face.
"Haha! Yeah she sure has gotten big. You wouldn't belive how much she eats. I pretty pay the same for food as when you used to live here, probably more, actually"
Her blush deepens and she starts to flick her tongue.
She always did those tongue flicks when she was embarrassed or nervous, kinda of like a self soothing method, you guessed.
"Oh leave her alone, Mom, she can't help growing when you insist on battling every day with only one Pokémon."
Mom just shrugs.
"I guess. Hey, you should see how strong she is now! She can crush an oil drum like a soda can! Do you want to take her out to battle some trainers for old time's sake?"
Your very Big sister perks up at that and her blush fades, but doesn't leave entirely.
"Yeah! We should totally go hang out, just the two of us! It's been so long since I've seen you. We've got a lot of catching up to do!"
Her coils around you get just a tiny bit tighter as she presses her face into yours.
She has such big beautiful red eyes. Now it's your turn to blush. She just softly looks into your eyes with a little smile on her cute face as she waits for your response.
"Sure, that sounds like fun."
Her little smile becomes a big one and and she does a happy little "eee" noise as she unwraps herself from you and starts to head inside.
"Let me just get some things before we go!"
You hear your mom start laughing again.
"She really missed you, ya know. After you left, she was so bored that I had to take her out battling or she would tear up the house."
That gets a laugh out of you.
"I bet should could actually tear up the house too. She is so big now! What happened? I used to be able to pick her up and carry her on my shoulder."
Mom just smirks at you.
"Well, like you said, she's my only pokemon and we battled every day. Snake pokemon tend to get bigger as they level up. You would know that if you hadn't given up being a trainer, you knucklehead."
You take off your pack and pull out your Diploma.
"I'm a knucklehead, am I?"
Mom's face lights up.
Anon! How in the world did you go to school? What is it in? Do you have a job lined up? Blah blah blah. . .
Her rapid fire questions carry on without you being able to answer before she can ask another.
Mom was always an excitable person, especially when it concerned her kid or her Pokemon.
"I'm ready!"
As she emerges from the house, you see she is wearing a (choice) scarf around her neck and has a small bag tucked into the branching leaves that sprout from her neck. She's also got a messenger style bag held in her tail that she offers you as she slinks by.
"You can leave your bag here. Take this one. It's got all the battle supplies we will need, you know, Potions, ethers, water bottles, lube. . ."
You double take at that last one.
"I'm kidding! Come on, let's go!
Post 2
”Dude that is so fucking cheap!”
“Ha! Sucks to be you. Hand over that cash!”
You didn’t know that Sis had the contrary ability.
Another victory for you and your big sis. Here you thought being a Pokemon trainer was hard.
All you need is a pokemon twice as strong as the local gym leader’s ace and the knowledge that mom was a total scumbag trainer!
”Hey, Anon. I’m a little tired, think we can have a break? I’m a little overheated after that last fight.”
She doesn’t really look like she can’t go for a few more battles, but you relent.
“Sure, Sis, Leaf storm is a pretty strong move. I’m sure that can take a lot out of you when we use it so much.”
She just kinda pouts at you.
”Well normally, I do more than just spam my strongest move at people. . .”
She moves closer, booping her nose into yours and tickling your neck with a tongue flick.
That tickly feeling makes you shudder.
“Quit that! You know I hate the way that feels.”
You really do hate that, but the worst is when she. . .
”I thought you hated it when I did that to your ear. It's been so long that I must have forgotten.”
She used to do that when she made you carry her on your shoulders. She always liked being annoying when mom wasn’t looking.
“You’re just lucky I'm not carrying you. . .”
She suddenly beams in nostalgia.
”Oh yeah! You used to carry me home when I got tired from our “walks”.
She actually did air quotes with her tiny little arms.
“Ha! I forgot you had those!
”What, arms? I’ve always had arms. How can you forget that?”
Oh that face.
You were always more of the mental prankster compared to your sister’s more physical style.
“Well it has been a while. Hey, do you want to get something to eat? My treat!”
A mischievous smirk appears on her face.
”Oh, Anon, what would mom think when she heard that you took me on a date?”
She wraps herself around you and flicks her tongue at you again, threatening to tickle you with it again
“Jeez forget it then. . .”
”Oh come on, Anon, you know I'm just teasing you. It's not like I went and. . .”
She suddenly does it. Her tongue goes right into your ear and you cringe hard before it retreats back into her mouth.
“Ugh, quit it!”
She starts giggling with that weird hissy laugh that snake pokemon tend to have.
You are not going to have her treat you like that so you try to push her neck off of your shoulder.
It doesn’t budge. . .
”Oh, Anon, I really missed you, you know. You were always so fun to tease.
She nuzzles you before unwrapping herself from you and moving to your side.
”So where do you want to go eat? I wouldn’t mind getting some steak bites from that weird Galarian guy with the food truck. He's usually parked at the gas station over at. . .”
It's like she didn’t even realize what happened.
You pushed her hard. The difference in strength freaks you out.
Pokemon are always stronger than humans, but she used to be small enough that you could easily push her off of you.
Not anymore. . .
“U-uh, yeah sure. We can go wherever you want to.
She holds out one of her little arms out to you and smiles warmly at you.
You just blankly stare at it.
”Well? You can’t really carry me anymore so we gotta at least hold hand. Especially if you’re gonna take me out on a date.”
“It's not a date, Sis. We’re just grabbing a bite to eat. Quit being weird.”
You start to walk away before feeling a thick vine wrap around your wrist that literally flings you back to her side.
”Hold my hand, Anon,” she says flatly
The vine pulls your hand to hers and you begrudgingly take hold of it as she stares daggers at you.
”Was that so hard?”
Just like that, Her usual happy way of being seems to flick back on and she is happily slithering beside you, hand in hand.
Eventually you reach the food truck, and place your order, having not let go of her hand the entire way to avoid pissing her off.
You did get a few weird looks along the way, but you were more concerned with the way she looked at you before.
It was almost like a mask slipped off of her and was returned as soon as she got what she wanted.
“Creepy. . .”
She turns her head and looks at you and smiles warmly at you.
”What's creepy? I know that guy is from Galar, but they aren’t all gonna stab you, Anon. Don’t be racist. . .”
That comment got a chuckle out of you.
“That dude’s not from Galar, he's browner than a piece of. . .”
”Order up!”
The dude glares at you as he places the order on the counter.
“Remind me to not order from here again. . .”
Her only response is a little giggle.
You guess she can still be kind of cute sometimes.
You take your one food box and she sends her vines out to pick up her four.
The two of you find your way to the park not too far from there and sit at one of the picnic tables.
Naturally she just curls up on the ground close to where you sat on the bench.
”I really like these things. He always gives me extra. I think he is scared of me”
She does her little hissy giggle again before looking over to your food.
“Just a steak sandwich. I’m not super hungry.”
Her tongue flicks at your food.
”Oh, I haven’t tried the sandwiches. Can I have a bite?”
Really?
“You have 4 boxes of food and you are trying to get my sandwich too?”
You defiantly take a bite out of your sandwich.
”Oh come on! Please! Just a bite!”
“Eat your own food!”
”Gimmie!”
She lurches forward and takes, not only your entire sandwich, but your whole arm up to your elbow into her mouth.
You freeze and your eyes go to pinpricks. Adrenaline suddenly surges through your system.
It's warm and wet, but you can feel her teeth. They are like steak knives, both in size and in pointyness.
Her eyes go wide too and she slowly opens her mouth to release your arm and your now spit soaked sandwich.
”S-sorry, Anon. I didn’t mean to bite you. I swear I was trying to just take a corner and. . .”
“I-Its fine, just take it.”
”Anon, I. . .”
You just drop the sandwich onto one of her food boxes and stand up to leave.
”Wait, don’t be mad, I’ll buy you another one. Mom gives me some spending money.”
“I don’t really want anything, it's fine, really.”
That was almost as scary as being chased by those bloodthirsty Mightyena in that forest.
Your heart is pounding in your chest.
It must have shown because she is following you.
”A-Anon, I’m not venomous, you're fine. You don’t need to freak out. Even if I was, you know I wouldn’t hurt you, right?”
You know that she wouldn’t intentionally hurt you, but deep down it still scares you. You were never a fan of large Pokemon. Sis has always been kinda big, but the way she is now. . .
”Anon, look at me!”
You snap out of your stupor and turn to face her.
She has lowered her down to your level and looked pretty upset.
Seeing her this way kinda reminds you of when she was smaller. She always made you feel safe back then. She was your big sister that could shoot beams of pure sunlight into the things that tried to hurt you.
You can’t really stay mad at her. The two of you used to do shit like this all the time as kids. Just because she is big enough to swallow a bicycle, shouldn’t change that.
“It’s okay, sis. It just startled me and I kinda went back to that forest. . .”
Fuck, you shouldn’t have said that.
She looks hurt.
”Seriously, Anon, I’m sorry.”
You put your hand under her chin and raise her head back up.
You wrap your arms around her neck and hug her.
Her breath hitches and she tenses up, but she quickly wraps around you in her version of a hug.
Her face is flushed red when you break the hug.
”Anon, seriously, let me buy you something else to eat. That was kind of shitty of me.”
She takes your wrist into a vine again and flings you to her side once more.
“God damn you’re strong now. . .”
”S-sorry. . .”
“Haha! Just try to control yourself. I hope you don’t act like this with mom. She’s not teenager anymore.”
”Nah, just you.”
She winks at you before suddenly tongue flicking into your ear again
“God damn it! Blegh!”
Post 3
Your lunch was rather uneventful.
She ended up buying you some fries.
You didn’t want to eat “galarian” spit, after all.
She wanted you to hold her hand along the way back home.
You didn’t hesitate this time.
She would glance over to you occasionally.
Despite her being huge now, she really was the same ol’ sis that she has always been.
Looking back, you weren’t really sure why you freaked out so bad.
That wasn’t even the first time you’ve had a part of you in her mouth.
It wasn’t down to your elbow, but even back then, she could fit your whole hand in there.
”Hey, Anon, do you think you will stay home with mom and me and get a job around here?”
Probably not. As nice as this area is, they don’t exactly have many openings for your education.
“Honestly, probably not. I was checking the job listings on the way back here. There's not really any jobs around here that I wouldn’t be massively overqualified for.”
”So you’re gonna leave us again?”
Her expression is neutral, not that you were any good at reading faces, especially snek ones.
“Not until I get a job lined up. You guys are going to have to deal with me mooching off you guys for a bit.”
Your attempt to cheer her up fell flat.
She just forces a smile at you before silently returning her gaze forward.
“Whats wrong, sis?”
She lets go of your hand.
”You’ve been gone for years and when you finally come back, you tell me that you’re going to leave again. I don’t want you to go.”
Her voice is calm and even, but you can tell that it is forced.
”Do you think Mom would let me go with you?”
That was a thought. Mom is a total pokemaniac and loves battling. It was possible, sure, but probably not.
“Maybe. You will probably need to help her catch a new pokemon to satiate her weird battle addiction, though.”
There she is! Back to giggles.
”Yeah, she would sometimes wake me up early in the morning before the sun even came out to make me do stretches so we could go fight the same losers that we fight every day. As if they would ever beat me!”
She’s so cute when she is happy.
Maybe it's just because it’s been a while since you last saw her, but she is interesting to look at.
The way her belly subtly moves as she flows forward. How does that even work?!
That long tongue, when she's not sticking it into your ear canal, is kinda cute too.
The way her leaves sway in the wind and those eyes. They are so deep and red.
She really has become a beautiful girl. . .
”Anon, why are you just smiling at me? Say something!”
“Huh? Wha?”
”You have just been staring at me this whole time. It's making me self conscious. . .”
Her face is flushed. It's kinda funny seeing her like that. Maybe you can tease her back after all the shit she has put you through today.
“Oh I was just thinking about how much you have grown since I last saw you.”
She perks up when she hears that.
”Well yeah, I’ve been fighting every. . .”
“You’re still really cute in spite of your size, you know. Your features are so much more visible now. Everything is bigger! It's kinda weird. Your eyes are so big and pretty, they're like rubies.”
”Anon. I. . .”
You’ve got her now. . .
Nobody is around to see this.
You go in for a hug, wrapping your arms around her and tucking your head into the crease of her neck leaves.
She smells sweet. Grass types almost always have a nice smell, but she smelt like sugar.
She notices you sniffing her neck and tenses, but doesn’t move to stop you.
You start to move your hand, caressing her flank and start nuzzling into her neck.
She is beet red, but her tension begins to waver. What felt like steel cable a moment ago goes soft under your hand.
”A-anon, what are you. . .”
She hesitates when she sees you looking up into her eyes, half lidded.
You raise your hand up to the back of her head and caress it.
Ooh squishy!
The muscles on her head are quite soft.
”Anon! Somebody is going to see us!”
Oh, she's getting embarrassed, excellent.
“I don’t care. Just let me do this. Please.”
You start to pull her head down to your level and she relents.
Her face is as red as her eyes.
Your heart is racing too.
You begin to move closer to her and she closes her eyes.
aaaand just like that, you let her go, spin on your heel and start walking away.
”Wha? A-Anon?”
“Come on, we’ve been gone for a while. Let's head home.”
She was left there just blinking in confusion before quickly recovering and catching up to you.
”Anon! What the hell was that?”
“What was what?”
Her face is still red and she is now towering over you.
”That was mean, Anon! I thought you were going to. . .”
“Going to what, sis?”
She clams up before quickly passing you and zooming on ahead.
“See you at home, Sis!”
Oh that was good!
It's nice to finally get one up on her.
it's starting to get dark. You hasten your pace and head home.
Post 4
Home sweet home.
As you enter the yard, you notice a small trail of destruction through the garden. Mom’s flowers got squished by a certain snake when she got home and went over the fence instead of just opening the gate.
She must have been pissed.
Oh well. You’ll tell her sorry later.
Your key still works so you open the door and walk in.
Mom is snoring on the couch and you don’t see dad.
You notice that the house has been a bit rearranged since you left.
It used to be pretty normal, but now it seems like the furniture is arranged in trails to ensure that your sister can get around easily.
That's kinda sweet.
”Anon, is that you?”
There's dad! He must have been getting a snack from the kitchen.
“Hey pops. Long time no see.”
He quickly gives you a hug before separating and taking a bite out of his sandwich.
”Did you and your sister get into a fight or something?”
Aww fuck. . .
“Yeah I may have pulled a little prank on her.”
He just shakes his head and sighs.
”Anon, come on. You two aren’t kids anymore. She’s gotten sensitive over the years.”
Here comes the lecture. . .
“I know, Dad, but she bit me and stole my food so I wanted to get back at her for old time’s sake.”
”What did you do to her?”
You hesitate. . .
“Oh, you know. I just teased her a bit.”
He just frowned.
”She was pretty upset when she got home. Whatever you did, I expect you to apologise to her for it.”
Okay, she didn't tell him what happened.
“I know, I know. I didn’t mean to upset her that badly, just embarrass her, you know.”
The two of you just stand there in awkward silence, before Dad decides to break it.
”Well I am going to work on my bike in the garage. Don’t bug me unless the house is on fire.”
After settling down and chilling with your sleeping mom, you decide to work up the courage to go apologize to your sister.
Her room is all the way at the back of the house.
You probably should have knocked before you opened the door.
What you see is your sister laying in her bed, her tail wrapped around her neck, her short arms pulling herself open to allow a vine to enter her single hole.
It's not the 1st time you’ve seen that part of her. She didn’t wear clothes after all, aside from her scarf, but you’ve never seen it all, open.
”Anon?”
Fuck! She noticed you!
You go to close the door, but a vine shoots out and holds it open.
”D-don’t go.”
Fuck fuck fuck
“Sis, I’m sorry, I should have knocked, I. . .”
The vine wraps around your chest and yanks you in.
You find yourself set into her bed, she gently laid you down on the thickest coil of her body.
“S-sis, wait, I. . .”
Her long forked tongue flicks over you a few times.
”Oh, Anon. I forgive you!”
She moves her body onto you and hugs you around your neck with her tiny little arms.
”Hmmm”
Her tongue flicks out and brushes against your face before slinking back in.
“Sis, seriously, I’m sorry. Let me go.”
She lets go and rears up a bit to take her weight off of you.
”Anoooon, why’d you have to go and get me all messed up? Tell you what. Give me that kiss that you teased me with and I’ll let you go.”
Wat?
“Sis. . .”
You try your best to emphasize the word and make clear exactly why this is wrong.
It doesn’t work.
”Anon, come on. Just a little one.”
No! Hell no!
“Absolutely not! HEY MO. . .”
She lurches down and hisses loudly in your face before raising back up and raising her vines up threateningly in the air, one of them having a glisten to it.
Your heart nearly stops.
Her vines begin to swirl and undulate almost like little snakes themselves as she leans in close.
”Anooooon, I’ll give you a choice. Kiss me or. . .”
The wet vine slowly moves to your mouth and positions with the tip less than an inch from your lips.
”You can kiss this instead.”
You can smell her scent on it.
You start to speak, but her other, not soaking wet vine presses to your lips before returning to its rhythmic movements in the air.
There is no way in hell you are going to give her what she wants. . .
The decision is made, you snatch the wet vine and kiss it right on the tip.
Her reaction is strong. The vine is yanked from your grip and her eyes shrink to pinpricks. The bedsheets rustle and you find yourself rolling off of her, landing onto her bed as she squirms away onto the floor by the door.
”Oh my god, Anon! Ewww! What the fuck!? I was kidding!”
What?
“What?”
”Anon! I. . . I. . .”
She looks up at you.
You are pitching quite the indoor tent. . .
You didn’t think it was possible, but her face was redder than when you pranked her.
”A-anon, are you. . .”
”Kids! Dinner is ready, would one of you go get your dad?”
The voice of your mom reverberates through the house.
The two of you just stand there, her gaze affixed to your “vine”.
“Uh, sis. . .”
”Wha? O-oh! I’ll go get dad.”
She starts to slink out of the room, but stops and peers back in.
“Y-you can stay here until “that” goes down. Hey, come back later when Mom and Dad go to bed. Don’t say anything to either of them, okay?”
“Y-yeah, I won’t.”
Wordlessly, she leaves and shuts the door behind her.
Post 5 (Sexy time)
What the actual fuck just happened?
That big stupid sexy snake just. . .
Wait, Sexy?
No! Not sexy! She is your sister!
An image of your sister violating herself in the dim light flashed into your head.
Her long serpentine body, forked tongue, and red slitted eyes tell you that she wasn't, not really.
Of course, you always knew that, but you always saw her as your big sister.
You look around her room, noting all the little things she has scattered around.
A couple old plushies, a little coat rack with a few different color scarves hanging from it, and lots of pictures.
Pictures on the walls, pictures on her little desk, and even a little picture frame on the bedside table next to her clock.
Hey, you recognize that one! It's that one picture of the two of you just after she became a Serperior.
She is draped over your shoulders sticking out her tongue with it raised a bit and forked wide, what she always called a “snake smile”.
A frown takes hold of your face.
“Fuck, I really have been an asshole haven't I?”
Your memory of the walk home after lunch flashes through your mind.
You pretended like you were going to kiss her and she didn't stop you.
Why didn't she stop you?
She was always so anti-romance. She always hated Mom's chick flicks and preferred to watch cartoons and league battles on TV with you as kids.
You realize that she really was just trying to play a joke on you, to get you back for the fake out kiss.
You were the one that raised the stakes, getting sexual with her like that.
She was just trying to play along with this new game you were playing with her.
You seriously doubt that she would have actually forced you to kiss her vine after she had it inside of her. . .
Your lips are still wet from the vine.
You wipe your mouth off with your wrist and tentatively sniff it.
It doesn't stink, so you probably didn't just taste the inside of her ass, so that's good.
It smells, kinda nice actually. . .
Your pants are getting uncomfortably tight.
Damn it, you are supposed to be cooling off, not getting hotter.
You try to relax, take a deep breath, and clear your mind.
Eventually, you are able to get your snake back in its cage and emerge from her room. You hear your Mom's voice as you enter the dining room.
”Hey Anon, what took you so long.”
You turn and see everybody is waiting for you with their meals uneaten.
“Oh, I had to use the bathroom. Sorry it took so long.”
You sit down across from your sister and notice her face has gone red again.
She probably thinks you jerked it in her room.
You all eventually get to your meals.
You notice that your sister keeps looking at you when you are looking at her, and averts her gaze when you look at her.
Eventually, you all finish your meal and the various smalltalks among one another.
Fortunately, neither of your parents really noticed the awkward tension between the two of you.
Eventually, it was time for mom and dad to go to bed.
Only after you heard the door to their room click shut did you turn and motion toward your sister to come closer.
”Anon, wait.”
She slithers to your front and looks down at you.
”I'm sorry about what happened back there. It's just that I wanted to get you back for, you know, trying to embarrass me before. I really didn't mean for you to. . .”
Her tongue flicks rapidly.
”I don't want to hurt our relationship by doing something stupid so why don't we just go to bed and pretend that none of this ever happened?”
She's giving you an out. . .
You really should take it, but. . .
“Back when I pretended that I was going to kiss you, why didn't you stop me? I was trying to do a Pepe Le'pew and chase you home, but you just gave in to me.”
Her eyes go wide.
”I-I. . .”
She sputtered for a bit before going silent.
Well this is awkward.
“Do you not see me as family?”
She flinched at your words.
”What are you talking about? Of course I see you as family! This is why I feel so weird about all this!”
You decide to press her.
“If thats true, why didn't you stop me before? Siblings don't usually kiss each other.”
She quickly shushes you.
”Don't say that so loud!”
Anon, stop. Just take the out!
“Maybe we should talk about this in your room?”
You can see the conflict in her eyes.
She turns and silently moves down the hall and you follow closely behind her.
When you are both inside and have the door shut and locked, you both stand at the foot of her bed.
”I really missed you, Anon. I wanted to play with you again. I know I should have, but I couldn't bring myself to stop you. I. . .”
“Would you stop me if I tried it again?”
She recoiled, but quickly settled.
”Y-You don't want to kiss me, Anon, I'm a snake and you're. . .
She lowers herself down to your level.
You can see her body raise and lower with her breaths, their pace quickening.
”H-hurry up before I change my mind.”
There's nothing more to say, is there.
Just like before, you wrap your arms around her and caress her.
Your hands run down her neck to the branching leaves and then find they way back up to her face.
You pull her face to yours and steel yourself.
Her mouth is huge so you aren't really sure where to do it, but you eventually settle on a spot and press your lips to hers.
She let's out a little content coo.
She tries to grab you with her little arms, but can't quite reach you, so she settles for wrapping your waist in vines to pull you closer.
You part your lips and press your tongue to her still closed mouth.
She relents and you hear her sharply inhale and tense up when your tongue runs along her teeth.
Holy fuck, it feels like electricity is running through you from your lips all the way down to your now quite awake dick.
Her tail starts to wrap around your leg as you break the kiss and look into her eyes.
She just looks back at you, panting before taking the initiative and kissing you right back.
Before you can give her more tongue, she gives you hers!
Oh fuck, the electricity is even stronger now. . .
Her tongue retreats back into her mouth before being thrust back into yours, again, and again.
Every time she does it, your legs go weak.
It's lucky that she's got you in her vines or you would probably fall.
You are suddenly lifted up by her vines, while still getting you mouth explored by her tongue, she quickly loops around onto the bed and sets you onto her coil.
She eventually ends the make out session and hovers over you, panting.
”Anon, that felt reeeeally Good.”
You are about to respond, but are silenced by her tongue flicking into your face.
Before you can protest, you feel her try to unbutton your shirt with her little arms.
“Need any help?”
Her only response is a frustrated grumble before ripping the shirt off of you.
“Hey! That was. . .”
You are silenced by her tongue reentering your mouth.
Despite already being quite intense, the electricity feeling increases as you feel her exploring your bare chest with her vines and hands.
You can't help but moan into her mouth which only seems to embolden her.
Her tail rides up your leg and she begins to grind against your crotch.
It's almost too much.
Suddenly, she breaks the kiss, pulls back, and then flicks her tongue onto your neck, then your chest, then your belly.
She is tasting your bare skin.
Her eyes shift down and she flicks her tongue onto the tent in your pants before looking back up at you.
Her arms reach for your belt and she manages to undo the buckle before taking hold of your waistband.
You reach down and take hold of your waistband.
“Wait a sec, sis, let me get. . .”
Suddenly two more vines sprout from her neck leaves, one wraps around your wrists and yank your arms up, the other is used as a gag to shut you up.
“MMMF”
In a single smooth motion your remaining clothes are pulled down and thrown against the wall.
Anon Jr. Stands tall and proud in front of her.
She is transfixed.
The pace of her tongue flicks rapidly increase with the new scent.
After a few more flicks, she tongue shoots out and catches your dick with the fork, just below the tip before pulling back to her mouth.
You are so close to the edge that you almost blow just from that contact.
Her breathing is fast and you can see her lower body slowly writhing in anticipation.
She waits for a moment before her tongue shoots back out and jabs your dick again, and again, and again.
It's not a lot of stimulation each time, but it just keeps happening.
Your dick is practically drooling with pre.
Your eyes go wide and your body tenses. >One more! Just one more. . .
That last jab doesn't come, instead her lower half wraps around your chest and the vine is removed from your mouth and is dragged down your chest to tease your nipple before getting retracted.
You can feel her body raise and fall with each breath she takes.
Her tongue lazily flicks at your dick, each prong waving up and down with your dick between them, but not actually touching it.
You're barely able to speak between pants.
“Please. I'm so close.”
She just stares at you for a moment before her tail lowers from your chest and drapes from your shoulder, across your public mound, and wraps around one of your legs, keeping them spread nice and wide.
She positions herself so that she is resting on your throbbing dick, pushing it down, sandwiching it between the two of you.
You groan from the contact.
“Don't move! Don't move! Don't move!”
You clench your jaw and go taught.
Just the slightest movement would be all it takes.
She is perfectly still, watching you struggle to hold back your orgasm.
Eventually you get used to the contact and the feeling fades.
”You ready?”
She rests her head on top of yours and slowly eases your arms down.
“Ready for what?”
She lifts up off of your dick, letting it come up before easing the tip into her opening.
“Don't you want to wait a bit? I probably won't last a minute if you do it now.”
She eases it a little deeper, the whole head is inside.
”It's okay, I need this. Don't even think about pulling out.”
You reach down and take hold of her “hips”.
Her cloaca is wide, but not very deep with two paths to choose from.
”Keep it pointed toward my belly.”
You hear a small moan in her throat.
You briefly consider disobeying her, but decide against it.
It's so hard to resist smashing her tail down into your hips and exploding inside her.
You aren't really doing much, just slowly working your length deeper inside her, but she seems to really like it.
Her little arms are squeezing your shoulders tightly.
She's so warm and wet inside. . .
You eventually manage to fully sheath your sword without erupting.
”Oooh. Anon. . .”
You slowly pull out and slap it back in.
Her insides squeeze and make squishy noises as you start to pick up the pace.
Plap. . .plap. . .plap. . .plap. . .
You hear her grunt every time you thrust into her.
You feel your orgasm building again.
“Fuck, I don't think I am going to be able to finish you off if we keep going like this. Do you want to stop for a second?”
Her reply comes in the form of silent writhing and grinding herself into your hips.
You feel her hot breath against your skin as she pants and moans.
You grit your teeth.
What the hell? You've barely don't anything to her.
Fuck it. . .
Plap plap plap plap plap plap plap.
You're totally surrounded by her body.
Even through the smell of your sweat, she smells good.
“Fuuuuuuuuck I-I'm gonna. . .”
You feel a sharp pain in your shoulder and suddenly, she is completely surrounding you and squeezing from all angles.
“Fuck!”
You can feel her insides clenching down on you.
It hurts so good. . .
You're starting to find it difficult to breathe, but you keep going.
Your vision starts to blur.
You gasp for air and slam your hips into her.
You try to sound dignified, but your voice cracks and quivers and you pump into her.
You see stars and it's like your entire body is cumming.
It's like you balls have gone into overdrive, pumping thick ropes as deep as you are physically capable of reaching.
Need air. . .
She's squeezing too hard.
You try to squirm, but she has you locked down.
Everything is going black.
You desperately raise your one free arm and smack her as hard as you can right on the top of her head.
”Ow! Anon what the. . .”
She stopped biting you and realizes what she's doing.
”Oh my god, Anon!”
She quickly loosens herself and you lurch up gasping for air.
”Anon? Are you okay?”
“I think I gots drain bramage.”
Way to ruin the afterglow. . .
Epilogue
“Blelelele. . . Blelelele. . . Blelelele. . .”
You are actively poking the bear, or rather the snake.
She looks over and glares at you.
You decided to go with your mom and sister for their morning training.
You are getting a lot of joy making noises, every time her tongue does that flicking thing.
”So the dude's ace is his Charizard so we are going to need you to use this TM so we can. . .”
Mom holds out the disk for Sis to see and without thinking, her tongue flicks out.
“Blelele. . .“
”Anon, quit!”
She snaps you right on your ass with a vine.
It didn't really hurt, it just made a snapping sound on your shorts.
“Sweet Pea, you know better than to hit your brother.”
You get a shit eating grin.
“Yeah “Sweet Pea” that fucking hurt.”
Mom just sighs.
”Nonny, don't tease your sister. You would be really upset if bla bla bla. . .”
Ugh you hate it when she calls you that.
Sis just smirks at you from behind, while mom goes on and on about being nice to her.
She raises a vine to her face before her tongue shoots out, catching the vine with the fork, her eyes half lidded.
Ever since that night, she had a whole new way to tease you that you didn't really have a counter to.
Oh, God, she's running her tongue up and down the vine. . .
”Anyway, Hon, back to what I was saying. . .”
Mom turns around and sees Sis putting on her little show.
”What are you doing?”
She was so into it, she didn't even notice mom had seen her until just that moment.
”N-Nothing!”
Right about now is when you bust a gut laughing.
“That must taste pretty good, Sis.”
You're barely able to get the words out.
She develops a slight blush.
”Y-you would know.”
Mom, oblivious as ever, just gets back to talking strats with her.
It's a little boring so you end up wandering off.
It's been a few days since you and Sis had your little midnight rendezvous.
After you recovered from her “hug” and the two of you got cleaned up, you may have had a mild panic attack about painting her womb white before remembering that she is a snake.
She thought that was hilarious.
You really didn't want “are humans part of any pokemon egg groups” in your search history so you just let it be.
Then again, Gardevoir, which is basically a cancer patient with psychic powers, can successfully breed with Muk, a gob of shit, so It could be possible. . .
Probably not. Humans aren't Pokemon.
You take a moment to look around.
The park really hasn't changed much since you were a kid.
The same old metal slide that not even fire types dared to use in the summer, 2 “official” pokemon league battle fields, a soccer field, the basketball hoops with no net. . .
There are always at least a few people here.
There's not really a whole lot to do in this town other than train and battle Pokemon.
You see a kid off in the distance doing jumping Jack's with a vulpix hopping beside him splaying and closing its front legs and fan of tails trying to replicate his exercise.
Dawww.
Almost makes you want to try being a trainer again.
It's not meant to be though.
You've never managed to convince a pokemon to respect you, let alone obey your commands.
Hell, even your sister loves to tease and mess with you and she's not even your pokemon.
The thought of your sister coming with you when you eventually leave home crosses your mind.
Once you land a job, you will definitely be able to afford to feed her so that wouldn't be an issue.
It's just. . .
She might kill you.
The memory of your hypoxia induced super orgasm hits you.
The way she squeezed you. . .
The memory makes you shudder..
You kinda want her to squeeze you like that again, even if it's kinda terrifying.
You start to think about her long, wet. . .
You feel something cold and wet bump into your lower leg.
You look down to see what the heck it is and find a Poochyena sniffing you.
Oh, you don't like that. Where there's Poochyena, there are Mightyena and you trust those things about as far as you can throw one.
“Shoo! I don't want to play with you, little guy.”
Sure, the local wild pokemon aren't quite as dangerous as the ones out in the forest, but you still don't really want them touching you like this.
It looks up at you and starts wagging it's tail.
”You smell funny! Hey, you got anything good to eat?”
It's voice is scratchy and kinda hoarse.
Ugh, this is why they say not to feed the wildlife. . .
“No, I don't have any treats. Go find someone else to pester.”
It tilts its head to the side.
”What's pester? Never mind! Do you have any crunchy blocks o-or kibbles? Please!”
It is trying to make goo goo eyes at you, but unfortunately for it, You don't buy it.
“Go away.”
It isn't phased in the slightest.
”Come on! I'm hungry! Please! I'll be your best friend bla bla bla. . .”
See this is what you were talking about, this little shit that you could probably beat in a fight without a pokemon doesn't listen to you. Why would a Pokemon with any battle experience even give you the time of day?
You accidentally mutter “little shit” under your breath.
It's ears perk up.
”Hey!”
Fuck, it's going to bite you now. . .
”You aren't the 1st person that called me that. Is that my name?”
What?
“What do you mean “is that my name”? Didn't your mama ever call you something?”
It just beams a big smile at you and his tail wags even faster.
”Mama called me that too! I haven't seen her in a while, though. Do you know her? She's big and strong and. . .”
It just starts going on and on about its mom being the best pokemon in the whole world.
Wow, what an asshole.
You're an asshole too. . .
“Your name isn't Little Shit.”
It stops yapping and its tail freezes.
”It's not? What is my name, then?”
How the hell are you supposed to know?
“I don't know. I'm not your dad. Why are you out here bugging random humans?”
It just sits and looks up at you like you asked something really stupid.
”Because I'm hungry and sometimes hoomans feed me! You didn't make your pokemon attack me when I walked up to you so I thought you were a nice one.”
You can tell that it is thin, even through its dirty, shaggy fur.
You feel a pang of guilt, even though you didn't really do anything to it.
“I'm not a pokemon trainer so I really don't have anything for you. No kibble, no treats, no nothing. Why don't you try asking that boy over there? The one with the Vulpix.”
It looked over to the kid you were pointing at and tucked his ears back.
”He's mean! That Vulpix hurt me real bad the other day. I didn't even do anything to them! See?”
It turns around to show you its back end.
The fur on its butt was singed short and there were small scabbed over bite marks on one of its hind legs.
Oh, that's gotta be painful.
Mom probably has some medicine with her.
“Hey, wait right here. I don't have any food, but I may be able to get something to make you feel better. Now sit and stay put. I'll be right back.”
You turn and trot off to find your mom.
Just before turning down the path, you look over your shoulder and see it, still sitting where you told it to sit.
it actually listened to you. . .
Its tail starts wagging when it notices you looking back.
“poor little thing. . .”
You hurry down the path where you last saw your mom, quickly spotting her tossing shotgun clays for your sister to effortlessly dust with energy balls.
“Hey, Mom! Do you mind if I steal some meds from your bag? I found this little. . .”
”Who's your little friend, Nonny?”
Huh?
There it is panting and looking up at you from your side.
Your expression must have been funny looking because it giggles before explaining itself.
”I thought you wanted me to follow you!”
You can feel a slight breeze coming from its wagging tail.
“What part of stay means follow me?!”
It just keeps wagging and smiles innocently.
”You looked back and I thought that was our secret signal to come, so here I am!”
Face, meet palm.
”Oh my god! It's sooooooo cute!”
Your mom crosses the distance in moments, absolute glee pasted on her face.
”Oh, Anon! I'm so glad you didn't give up on Pokemon! What's his name?”
Oh she thinks you caught it. . .
“No, Mom, I'm not a trainer. I don't carry Pokeballs with me. I just wanted to give it some. . .”
A pokeball is shoved into your face.
”Here! You can have one of mine! Eeee, I'm so excited!”
Man, you wish you could get that excited about anything. She is practically bouncing. . .
“N-no, I just wanted to give it some medicine. It got beat up and. . .”
You hear a small squeak come from the pup, as mom just scooped up a wild pokemon known for biting people.
”Oh, you poor baby! Mama's gonna fix you right up! Show me where it hurts!”
You're honestly surprised it didn't bite her.
She starts nuzzling and kissing its little snoot.
You really hope she is up to date on her rabies vaccine. . .
”Nonny, after I finish taking care of this sweet little boy, you are gonna catch him and I am going to help you train him. You need to have a pokemon with you for when you leave. I don't want my baby roaming around without someone to keep him safe!”
The pup, up at her and grumbles.
”I'm not a boy. Boys are ugly. . .”
Mom just hugs her.
”Oh, you're a little girl? Even better! You're going to be Anon's pretty little Princess, aren't you?”
She likes the attention, her tail is wagging again.
”Oh, Anon, you are so lucky! It is so much fun when you get them young like this. I'm a little jealous. Take the ball already!”
You sigh and take the Pokeball, collapse it down to mini mode, and pocket it.
“I never renewed my trainer card, you know. I think I threw it away years ago.
Mom doesn't even look away from the little pup as she applies a burn heal.
”Trainer cards don't expire. All you have to do is go to a Center and tell them you lost yours and they will print you a new one.”
Your sister, having finished cleaning up the shards of the clays finally shows up.
”What's going on?”
Mom just can't help herself.
”Oh, Sweet Pea! Meet Anon's new Pokemon!”
She glances at you for a second before cooking her head to the side.
”Okaaaaay. So Anon is going to be a trainer again?”
Mom holds the pup out to your sister.
”This is Anon's big sister. Say hi, Princess!”
The pup folds her ears back and her tail tucks between her legs.
”H-Hi there. . .”
Sis, being the big noodle that she is, flicks her tongue at it, causing the pup to yelp and start squirming.
”Oh my sweet little Princess, don't be scared of Sweet Pea, she won't hurt you, will she. . .”
She squeezes her into a hug and glares at your sister, who flinches at the sight.
The little pup snuggles into mom's neck.
”Is Princess my name?”
Mom just smiles at her.
”You should ask your trainer.”
They both look at you, expectantly.
You look at mom, then the puppy, then mom again.
You smile warmly.
“Sure, your name is going to be, Princess.”
You reach out and scratch Little Princess's head.
Your sister, however, doesn't look happy about this whole situation.
”Anon, I thought we were going to. . .”
You look at her and put a finger to your lips in a shush motion and then silently mouth a word to her.
She looks pissed for a second before understanding flashes on her face.
You take out the ball and expand it to ready mode.
“You ready, Princess?”
She nods at you and her tail wags.
You touch her with the ball and she is pulled into it.
It doesn't even shake before locking.
”Anon! I'm so happy for you!”
Mom glomps you in a big hug.
”Hey, Mom, do you think that you would want to train her? You did say that they are the most fun when they are little like this.”
She breaks the hug and pouts at you.
”Anon, I can't train your pokemon for you!”
You glance over at your Sis before smiling at mom.
“How about a trade?”