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Pokephilia will save you btw

It is your moral imperative to suck and fuck every single pokemon in your party by the end of the game

fucking your pokemon is hotter if its illegal

the thing about how the general understanding held by society is that pokemon can't consent, which makes it illegal to fuck them, is that if your pokemon comes on to you there's really sort of nothing you can do about it. you can't tell anyone. you have to go to urgent care and pretend those injuries are something else because you can't be honest with the doctor about what happened to you

imagine getting kidnapped and left blindfolded and bound on your knees with your ass in the air and getting bred by dog after dog. all you can do is take every knot and feel your womb swell

its actually so messed up that im not face down ass up with a doggy panting in my ear and a knot twitching inside of me rn....

i need to fuck a dog so bad. i need to feel the fur on ny back, the nails scratching me, drool in my hair, watery hot cum dripping out of me FUCK i need to be knotted i need to be knotted i need to have sex with a dog its all my stupid dogfucking brain thinks about

Pokemon struggling to get laid during their breeding season so it sniffs out some trans girl on her pokemon journey and kidnaps her...

Kiss! That! Feral! You gotta! Kiss the dog, pokemon, whatever. It's important!

I love a pokemon trainer girl who is also one embarrassing defeat away from submitting herself as her rival's new 'pokemon' and she knows it and she's so nervously excited about it~

the ranger organization would never MANDATE that their members provide sexual relief to wild pokemon but there is a strong incentive to solve problems quickly and without needing to ask HQ for additional resources

Disgusting little girls that pretend to be innocent but deep down are filthy depraved cock sluts that ache to be raped and molested make my cock throb.

big sis who finally snaps and rapes you, but it’s not scary or mean or violent, it’s just inescapable. she holds your hips against hers when you try to get away, she pins your arms down and shushes you lovingly when you try to push her off of you, you’re okay, baby sis, you’re safe, i’ve got you, i’ll make you feel better, i’ll make you feel good. her voice is languid, she’s lying to you like you’re stupid. all the while her hands map out every curve and crease like it’s life or death, squeezing even harder at every tiny, terrified reaction she gets out of you. it gets to a point where you can feel the bruises forming underneath her fingers. it hurts, and you can’t get away. she’s like quicksand, pulling you in deeper, breaking you in a way only your big sister ever could <33