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An Experiment in Breeding

Chapter 3: Poisoned Flow

For Limemas

By Draconicon

Carly shivered in the middle of her room. The cell was nothing compared to the breeding chambers that she had been taken to so far, nothing more than walls and cameras, but the shivering had nothing to do with fear. Or at least, nothing to do with fear of torture in the cell.

She looked at the cell door again, biting her scaly lips, the Totodile looking down at the floor again as she hugged herself. She rocked forward and back, her tail making it easy for her to treat the ground as a rocking chair as she tried to hold herself together.

It was nearly impossible. Her body was on fire, and her pussy was straining to get attention again. In the egg-laying room, she'd started fingering herself in front of the various scientists there, showing off her need in a way that she had never done before. The very fact that she'd been that eager to get off, to show off, even though she hadn't entirely been in heat while the eggs were in her...

The Totodile closed her eyes, shaking her head as she rocked back and forth, back and forth. She was not that sort of slut. She was not the sort of person, or Pokémon, that would do something like that willingly. She wasn't the sort of person that needed sex that badly that she would advertise it to others like that. She wasn't...she wasn't...

If she could have cried, she might have right then. As it was, it was all she could do to whimper.

Particularly as the heat was coming back...

Her cheeks burned hotter as she felt the need come from more than just the residual arousal from laying eggs. The fertility was burning through her once more, the urge to take another cock inside of her and lay them for the purposes of others almost overpowering her already. The need to fuck, the need to breed, the need to lay was something that she had never imagined this strongly before. She wanted to be pushed down, to be held there until she was completely pregnant, so that the eggs were nearly bursting her belly.

Arceus, it was painful to think about, but it was the only thing that was on her mind now that she was egg-less again. She needed...required cock...

Her insides were constantly clamping down, trying to find something that wasn't there. Her inner walls milked the air, trying to make it seed her, fill her, breed her. There was no cock for her, and the idea of using her fingers was the most unsatisfying thing that she had ever considered.

Whatever was left of her modesty in her mind was fighting a losing battle against the needs of her body. The juices running from her pussy down her ass was not making it easier as she sat in a puddle of her own want and need.

Need...need to hold together...

Much as she hated it, Carly knew that fighting the heat for much longer would do something to her. The more she resisted, the more that the world seemed to take against her. Her pussy was...was connected to her brain, it felt like, like it was the part that was taking over in how she was able to think. Sex was all that was important to her, now, the only thing that mattered now that she had been infected with...this...

She was panting for breath, her legs slowly spreading, and she was only aware of it once she felt a puff of cool air between them. She gasped, her eyes opening again, and she looked down to see that she'd spread her legs as far as they could go, showing off to the cameras in the wall across from her.

A part of her wanted to close them again, to hide some bit of her indignity, but that wouldn't get her bred. That wouldn't give her the cock that she needed.

So, she spread her legs a bit more, her hands running down her tiny tummy to her pussy. She could only just reach it, but she still managed to shove a claw inside, to force her pussy lips apart so that the cameras could see her inner walls. The Totodile couldn't believe that she had fallen so far, but...

But she had. And there was no getting around that.

Just give in a little...let it get better...

It was like any addiction, right? There was no way that she could just quit cold turkey. She had to let it down easily. A little bit of work here and there, a little bit of service so that she could get enough of what she needed to think clearly, and then try and reduce it a bit more, and then a bit more still, so that she didn't have to worry about needing it at all.

Just hold out...give a little...get a little...

She thrust her hips forward, showing off for the camera a bit more. She swore that she could hear them twisting and turning, zooming in towards her sex.

Show off...

The idea didn't even entirely feel like hers, but she couldn't help herself. Just like she had with the audience in the egg-laying labs, she rubbed her fingers across her pussy, the bumps of her claws making it better than human fingers would have done. She bit her lip, gasping softly, thrusting her hips towards the camera again as her fingers slid inside of her.

Ah...ah...

She moaned under her breath, biting her lips again, her cheeks burning with aroused shame. The idea that she was going so far as to masturbate for the cameras, that this was giving her such pleasure, would have been beyond wrong only a few short minutes ago. Now, she couldn't help herself. She needed it.

She required it.

One thrust, two, three fingers inside of her, pumping her pussy hard. She splashed back down into her own juices every time that she pulled her hips back from her hand, gasping at the cold water against her ass. Well, cold slime, at this point. It clung to her and left strings between her scales and the floor of the room, reminding everyone just how heated she was, how needy she was.

She couldn't help but push for more, slapping her hand down against her pussy, abusing it. It was no cock, but at least it spread her open, at least it made her feel a bit better. The pleasure that was building was going to take the edge off of the worst of her cravings, at least, which would make it so that she could think a little more clearly.

That had to be something, right? That had to be something that she could use to make it better.

In and out, in and out, her little toes curling as she fucked herself with her entire hand at this point. Her pussy kept tightening up a bit after the ruts that she had, but the egg-laying always seemed to open it up again. There was some tightening after that, but slowly, her body was starting to show signs of the constant use that it was being put through.

What if some of the males don't like a loose Totodile? she wondered.

The thought that she might not get cock sent a shiver down her spine, and it was a completely unacceptable worry. She had to stay good. Had to stay attractive. Had to stay alluring to make sure that she kept getting what she needed. If she stopped looking hot and sexy, then they would stop fucking her, and that would mean...

She shivered, trying to hold back from cumming too quickly, knowing that a fast orgasm would only make the deep need worse. Sliding two fingers from her insides, she rubbed her outer lips, tapping them, rubbing them, stroking them, spreading her juices around like it was some sort of lube.

Stay tight. Stay tight, look sexy, look good...

The slightly conscious part of her mind, the part that didn't want to get fucked and only saw it as a necessary evil right at the moment, recoiled from her thoughts. The fact that she was trying to think of a way to stay attractive was repulsive. They should have been trying to find a way to get out, not a way to get fucked.

But priorities were priorities. She needed this...

She required this.

She was just about to start fisting herself again when the door opened. One of the human trainers appeared, curling his fingers to draw her out of the cell. It took everything that Carly had to pull her fingers free of her pussy, and she whimpered through clenched jaws as she realized that all she'd done was pump up her need for whatever Pokémon she was going to be breeding with this time.

She groaned as she was led down the hallways, finding herself stared at once more. She was drooling her juices more constantly, more thickly than any other time that she had been allowed out of her room, and she knew that had to be something that the scientists noticed. They noticed everything else, after all.

Eventually, the trainer brought her to a different room, one that was filled with a hazy purple mist. One sniff of it left her gasping for breath, her eyes wide.

Poison...

She was going to get bred by a Poison-type this time, and that meant that she was going to be in deep trouble. It was going to rut her hard, and probably leave her half-infected with various bits of seed and poison and worse. She would need more than a bed to recover in at the end of this.

She didn't want to go in, but the trainer made her, pushing her from behind until she had crossed the threshold. She blushed worse as she looked back, seeing that he already had a pokeball in hand, and bit her lips.

"Hope you're ready for this, girl. This one's gonna be a bit rough for you."

As if the room itself wasn't. Every breath was already making her weaker and weaker, leaving her dizzy after just a few seconds of standing in the middle of the room. She shuddered as she tried to keep her focus, but the sickly-sweet taste of the air around her was making her feel somewhere between dizzy and a bit sick.

The pokeball flew through the air, her partner taking form in the middle of the room. The place was empty save for the haze, and the creature that popped out seemed to fit that, in its own way.

It was a Toxicroak, something that she hadn't seen for a long time. The frog-like Pokémon stood out in the purple haze, the red on its throat almost like a target, or a threatening eye. It was both drawing the attention for one to laugh at the creature, while at the same time warning everyone that it was dangerous, toxic, a poison to those that would come too close to it.

The door shut, and she was left behind. Carly gulped, trying not to think about the fact that those claws could rip her apart in seconds, that she could end up being marked by them for the rest of her life. She knew that they dripped with poison, deadly poison, but she didn't know what else a Toxicroak could do.

The Pokémon looked down at her, and the Poison-type smirked slightly. He cocked his head to the side, showing a few teeth as he chuckled.

"Well, well, well. A little Water-type, just for me."

"I'm not...you aren't getting me...just to yourself," she said, bouncing between responses. "I've already been had."

"Not by someone like me, heh. You'll be...quite accommodating, I'm sure."

"I don't want this."

"Your pussy does. That's enough."

"You..."

She knew that fighting wasn't going to work. She hadn't been able to fight off the Zangoose, and the Golduck had been able to overpower her with ease. There'd been no way for her to hold herself free and safe from them, no way for her to hold onto her dignity or anything else. The pleasure had overwhelmed her every time, and she had no doubt that this would be the exact same.

That, plus the fact that her heat was burning, her pussy clenching in time to her breaths of the poison. Was there something in the mist that was making it worse? She wouldn't have been surprised if there were. It would be in keeping with the way that this lab seemed to be run.

She managed to take a step back as the Toxicroak approached her, his cock already starting to rise out between his legs. She watched it swell just as his throat did the same, his shaft rising up by more than a few inches. The Golduck had been the biggest she had taken so far, but this guy...

He wasn't exactly small, but it was the thickness that scared her. A thickness that would leave her so stretched that the eggs would just pop out of her at the end of it, a thickness that would make the next type struggle to take her and enjoy her.

Stay tight, stay good, the needy part of her brain said, and she did her best to ignore it as he pushed her up against the wall. His claws were inches away from her flesh, and she knew that one flick would leave her completely helpless, unable to resist as he had his way with her body, unable to struggle.

Was that what he meant by accommodating?

"Spread your legs," he said.

"What?"

"Spread them...I want to taste..."

"..."

The idea that someone wanted to give her oral was something different, even though she knew that it had to be some sort of trap. The fact that it was offered so freely was just about a guarantee.

Yet, at the same time, she had been without the orgasm that she wanted for so long. She wasn't thinking clearly, she knew, but Carly did as she was asked. She spread her legs, showing off her inner walls, the juices rolling along her flesh inside. She dripped from there to the floor, and she barely felt any shame from it.

That was enough for the Toxicroak. He got down to his knees, his claws so close to her thighs, almost pushing through to poison her. She brought her hands to her face, and she whimpered as she felt his hot breath against her sex.

"Please..."

"Heh...begging, are we? I mean, I knew I was good-looking, but I didn't expect begging."

That wasn't what she meant, and she knew that he knew that. The bulbous-headed Pokémon looked up at her with a smirk that said he knew what she meant. But he was going to make her say it.

"Don't...don't hurt me..."

"I want to make you cum, slut. I want to see you squirting all day long. I want to see just how hard you can cum when you get addicted to my poison..."

And with that, the froggy Pokémon's tongue slipped inside of her.

Carly arched her back, gasping at the sudden penetration. Unlike the rigid feeling of the various dicks that she'd had inside of her, this was something different. Something hot and wet, slimy and filling, while at the same time giving her something that made her want to push back. Her insides were soaked already, but the slime on his tongue somehow made it worse, made it stronger, made it even more pleasurable.

She arched her back against the wall, her own claws digging into the surface. She breathed in more of the poison, her muscles going limp, but she couldn't stop digging in. Her pussy clenched, and she felt the squish of his tongue inside of her.

Poison, she thought, realizing what was going on. He could have scratched her, could have marked her, but no. He was pumping his poison into her pussy right then and there, marking her, weakening her, filling her...

Addicting her...

Sensitizing her...

The Totodile went up on her tiptoes as the next tongue-thrust went deep, her eyes going wide as she felt it hit her womb. Everything from her entrance all the way to her depths was marked with that poison, and -

"AH!"

She screamed as she came from the next thrust, her pussy feeling like it had been under assault for hours rather than mere seconds. The poison...the poison made her so sensitive...it made her feel so good...

Carly slumped forward, having to rest her head on the Toxicroak's neck and shoulders to keep from falling over immediately. One thrust of his tongue, another, each one wiggling and winding through her, wriggling slowly like a creeping worm inside of her body. She moaned for him, gasped for him, and each and every thrust, each and every gasp, weakened her body that much more.

She was so tired, but so horny. She needed him, she needed to be fucked and filled and given more of that venom. She could feel it coursing through her, heating her up, her asshole clenching as much as her pussy was -

"AAAAH!"

Carly screamed again as she felt a finger slide into her asshole, a finger that spread her open just enough for her to feel it and the tongue in her pussy at the same time. Her breath came in short, hot pants, a bit of drool sliding between her teeth and hanging out of her mouth like a well-fucked bitch should look. She couldn't help herself. She needed this. She needed more.

But she was so weak. She couldn't hump against him, couldn't grind her pussy against his tongue. All she could do was wait, let him thrust his tongue against her, let him show that he could play with her as much as he liked without her being able to do a damn thing to stop him.

And he smirked the whole time, grinning up at her as he poisoned her pussy, her clit, her lips. Her asshole clenched hard around his fingers, pulling them in deeper, trying to get sensation from everything. Then, she felt the slightest prick of his claws against her asshole.

"NNNNNNNNNGH!"

Another orgasm, stronger than the first one, this one ripping through her with all the force of a great explosion. She could hardly breathe, her eyes wide open, her body shaking with the force of a seizure as she came and squirted all over his face.

That finally made him stop, made him pull back a bit. His tongue slid out of her, and his body moved out from between her legs.

She promptly collapsed, almost completely paralyzed, unable to move, unable to do anything but stare at the wall on the opposite side of the room. She could hardly breathe, her eyes half-closed as she felt his hands around her ankles.

"That should keep you nice and pliant. Heh. I thought that you might have a little resistance, but I guess my charm and good looks got to you in the end."

She could barely understand him, her body completely unable to move, her brain halfway to shutdown. All she knew was that her body was begging for more cock, more pleasure, more everything, and he had the dick to give it to her.

He put her down on her back, straddling her a bit as his cock slid against her pussy. The fact that it was so thick now meant nothing to her. She had been stretched, opened by his tongue, and that poison made her common sense take a vacation. All that mattered was that she could be bred now, filled to the brim and used again and again and again.

She couldn't wait.

He pushed in lazily, grinding down on her. The way that he held her waist with one hand and her legs with the other made it clear that he didn't even see her as a partner, just as a way to get off that felt a bit better than his hand. And even then, she felt like he would have used his hand if it wasn't so easy to use her.

She panted, uncaring about how he looked at her. All that mattered was that dick. Her tongue hung out the side of her mouth, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks burning like someone that was on a drug trip. Who cared about the consequences anymore? All that mattered was that she was here, getting fucked, bred, used, filled over and over and over again. She moaned softly as he lazily slid in again, as his cock ground against her pussy, as his tip found his way all the way down to her womb.

It was good. It was great. It was wonderful.

She moaned for him again and again, his lazy thrusts always too weak to get a person off normally, but the way that he worked himself all the way down to her womb, the way that his poison had prepared her, every thrust felt like the gateway to her greatest orgasm. She moaned at the top of her lungs, eagerly arching her back...

Or at least, that's what she thought she did. In reality, she could barely twitch, and her moans were little more than weak grunts as the Toxicroak took her. Her asshole twitched for his cock, too, wanting to feel something back there, but she had no such luck.

All that she got was cock in her pussy, and in her poison-addled mind, that was all she needed.

Carly was aware of her body shaking, trembling, shivering, and she knew that she was slowly giving up the ghost. She was sliding further and further down in health, the poison affecting her body and mind in equal measure. She was completely limp, unable to move, unable to thrust back. She was nothing more than a fleshlight in the Toxicroak's grip, one that was slowly losing his interest.

He'd thrown her legs to the side, now, and they flopped about like some doll rather than a living Pokémon. She tried to moan and beg, but her lips refused to move, almost numb. The only thing that had any sensation was her ass and her pussy, and both of those were so oversensitive that any shift, any movement at all, made her cum.

Squirt, squirt, squirt. She was floating on the edge of consciousness, her squirting pussy the only thing that drove back the poison enough for her to stay conscious, the only thing that kept her from completely fading from the moment. She panted for breath, her eyes rolling back in her head, her body spasming with pleasure.

Cum...cum in me...please...

That part of her brain that had been protesting had been smothered by the poison, leaving only the cum addict, the egg-layer, the breeding bitch that the company wanted. The breeding slut needed that dick...needed...

Cum...

Finally, the Toxicroak gave her what she needed. Three lazy thrusts later, he came in her, and that was enough to set her off again. She squirted again, marking him with her juices, and he pulled out of her with a groan.

"Well, that was more effort than it was worth," he grunted, stretching his arms over his head. "Still, always fun to see a bitch break. Looks like you're going to be recovering for hours, heh."

She didn't say anything in return. She couldn't say anything. She was completely, totally out of it, and there was no way that she was coming back anytime soon.

The door opened quickly after that, the Toxicroak pulled back into his pokeball, and her dragged out of it. The clean air outside of the chamber did something to wake her up a little, but she was still completely paralyzed, unable to move, unable to do anything that wasn't just flop out and let cum ooze out of her.

"That one might have been a mistake," the trainer that carried her said. "Jesus fuck, are you even still alive?"

Carly couldn't quite nod, but she could click her teeth a few times. That was enough for the trainer, and they hurried off to the med-bay.

She woke up later with a swollen gut, as usual, and her body was straining with the effort to contain the egg inside of her. The feeling of pressure in there was getting to be all too familiar, and she would have sighed if it didn't feel as good as it did.

An Antidote was hung over her bed, spraying her bit by bit. That must have been what made her feel a little better, at least, taking some of the toxins out of her body and making it so that she could feel normal again.

He could have killed me...

She'd known that a Poison-type would be dangerous, but she'd never thought that it would be that bad. Nor that it would feel that good to come that close to sliding away for good.

Her pussy clenched weakly, and not just from the impending labor pains that would be coming before long. No, that was entirely down to the fact that it remembered how good it had been to be filled with that poisonous tongue, how it felt to be drugged and so out of it, so...helpless.

Carly didn't want to enjoy it, but there was no denying that her body had gotten into it in a painfully embarrassing way. There was no turning back from that sort of pleasure, no getting away from it.

Holy...

She could still remember how it had made everything so sensitive. She'd thought that a Water-type would be strong against poison, diluting the sort of effect that it could have on a body, but no. All the water in her had been poisoned, and she had been saturated with it, knocked down and knocked out from the effects.

One of her hands reached past her belly, rubbing her thighs lightly as she remembered how she could have been completely overwhelmed right at the start. The Toxicroak could have used his poison through his claws, jabbing her in the thighs, or the neck, or anywhere else. It would have been enough to leave her completely defenseless, completely open to whatever he wanted to do to her.

And she...she almost wished that he had done that.

What is wrong with me?

It wasn't even about getting the egg anymore. It was about enjoying what the Pokémon were doing to her, enjoying the rapes that she was being put through. And they were rapes, considering that she had to be deep in heat, or held down, or chased to make her consent to the sort of things that they were doing to her.

...Right?

She didn't want to think about how her body was betraying her, how her pussy was getting more and more perverted, how her body wanted to do the worst, most dangerous things just because it had been fun once.

I almost died.

But it had been so fun, and there had been plenty of people watching to make sure that it didn't happen...

She shivered, and not just because the egg was starting to move.

"Nnnnngh..."

Her groan got the attention of some of the other scientists, some of the workers and researchers moving to her bed and helping her sit up. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough to allow her to get the egg out. She wanted to get that done, to go back to her room, to not be around other people.

Particularly as they were starting to get more handsy.

She blushed as she realized that they weren't just supporting her. One of them ran his hand along her ass, pushing her tail up as a gloved finger came all too close to her asshole. She could feel how puffy and sensitive it was, still. The poison from earlier must have been in effect, still.

The other was bringing a gloved finger right up to her pussy. Not inside of her, but rubbing along the outer lips, teasing her, opening her up. She huffed softly, shaking her head, but the digit was still rubbing there, still threatening to slide inside.

The egg was coming, at least. The egg was coming. When it was out, they would allow her to go back to the cell, and then she'd be able to rest. Sleep. Nap, at least, until the heat woke her up and made her want this again.

How many more? she wondered. How many more partners do they have? How long until this experiment is over?

She didn't know what she wanted the answer to be. Her mind - at least, the sane part - wanted this to be over now. It wanted to have the experiment over and done with, her reward - whatever it was, her mind slipping on the details - handed over and her freedom gained. It wanted this unnatural humiliation over and done with.

The rest of her, on the other hand, craved the experiments more and more. Despite her fear, there was part of her that was getting off on the dangerous, the exotic, the difference between her and the other Pokémon that were found for her to breed. She wanted...she needed...

A finger pressed her open just as the egg started pushing down, and Carly breathed a whimpering sigh of relief. The egg-laying process had saved her from being molested by the scientists.

She gasped as it stretched her again, the Toxicroak egg swelling bigger and bigger inside of her. The feeling of it was something so different, so intense, that she couldn't help but moan. She dripped around it, her inner slimes running along the egg, and almost immediately, she started feeling dizzy.

Poison, she realized. His egg is as poisonous as he is.

But rather than screaming, rather than feeling pain, she felt pleasure as her lower parts were hyper-sensitized. She felt need. She felt hunger. She felt...pleasure.

She moaned louder than ever, the human hands on her hips going from helpful to necessary as she gave in to the need that the poison gave her. She humped her hips against the egg as it slid out, the whoring nature of the breeder taking over.

"What's going on?"

"This is fucking weird. I've never seen a breeder like this."

"Well, she's not doing what she's supposed to. She's breeding eggs of the father, instead of herself."

"Wait, the father - check that egg, right now!"

"What -"

"Check it!"

"...Holy shit, that thing's dripping with Toxic."

"Get me more antidotes. Stat!"

Carly was slipping, and she didn't care. She moaned again and again as the egg smeared her with the various chemicals of the father, her head spinning, her body on fire. She could feel the orgasm coming, the sudden release right on the cusp. The Totodile thrust her hips forward again -

"Got it!"

And someone grabbed the egg. It popped free, and the sudden shift in pressure was everything. The Totodile arched her back, almost falling flat on her back again despite everything, and she came.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Her scream came with a squirt, one that drenched all the doctors on the far end of her bed. They gasped and shouted and complained in turn, shaking their arms around as they were soaked with her juices and the residual Toxic from the egg. Carly didn't care. It didn't matter.

Mostly because she had cummed herself right into unconsciousness.

The End