The wind outside howled like a Lycanroc, angry and cutting. The houses in Galar were made for harsh winters, but this was something else entirely.
The lab would be freezing in this kind of weather, Sonia thought, but this cabin is just as toasty as Leon's living room in the middle of summer.
Leon. He wasn't here, accompanying Sonia as her research took her further and further afield. Not that he could have found her, if he even had the thought to ask if she wanted company.
If he even thought to ask what she wanted from him, from them, at all.
Sonia sighed, and Hop, deep into a book on the far side of the room, perked up.
"Huh?" He asked, rubbing his eyes as though he had just woken up from a deep sleep, "wazzat?"
"Nothing," Sonia lied, "just bored."
"Yeah," Hop replied, tossing the book onto the low table between them, "me too. And this book is supposed to be about finding the legendary Pokémon of Hoenn, but its just a bunch of nonsense about catching Wailord and Relicanth, with segments about reading braille by sight! That doesn't even make sense!"
He stretched, his face tight with frustration and the near-pain Sonia was sure he felt as he wrung out muscles that hadn't had their usual use in nearly six days.
"What time is it, anyways?" Hop asked, looking out into the storm. Not that he would have been able to tell, as it was the sort of swirling white-gray murkiness that indicated only that the sun was up, somewhere.
"It's..." Sonia mumbled, reaching out to tap her Rotom phone. It woke up and flung into the air, turning the screen to face her. "...four o'clock."
"That tracks," Hop muttered, looking down at his stomach, "I'm famished."
"You didn't eat lunch?" Sonia asked, before she could stop herself.
"No," Hop replied, "and unless you managed to cook and eat a meal during one of my bathroom breaks, neither did you."
She laughed, even as the joke cut into her. The cabin was more or less one and a half rooms, with the entry hall, kitchen, and sitting room all being one large (really medium, barely) space, with a walled-off bathroom big enough for a toilet, sink, and a bathtub too small for Sonia to fully submerge in. It was a cabin for people who visited this place in the summer, the only season it was hospitable to tourist life.
The one-room cabin would have been nice and cozy if she were sharing it with Leon, but sharing it with his kid brother was becoming downright stifling.
"All right then," Hop said, standing up and stretching again, "my turn tonight."
"Huh?" Sonia asked, suddenly concerned, "What do you mean, your turn?"
"I'm going to get some premade stuff from the train station," he said matter-of-factly, moving to the door and slowly grabbing clothing to layer onto himself.
"You're...it's right fucking freezing out there," she said, looking at the window, where the swirling snow was already noticeably growing darker.
"And?" Hop asked, pulling up a pair of snowpants, "I've got a legendary pokemon with me, not to mention a Corviknight, a Dubwool, and a Snorlax to help me navigate. And you did this yourself the first day of the blizzard, when you realized we might get snowed in."
"Right," she responded, "but how do I know you'll be safe, even with all that? Leon would kill me if you died out there, although if it were him I wouldn't let him wander out the front door to look at it from the outside."
"You'll have to trust me," Hop said with a grin, "I'm not my brother, after all. I know how to find places without getting lost. Plus the alternative is..."
He gestured to the kitchen, where a pile of dishes in the sink had sat for two days as both of them refused to scrub the largest pot free of their last curry experiment.
"Sure," she finally agreed, "how long do you think it will take?"
"Hmm," he said, pondering, "in easy weather, fifteen minutes, tops. But in this? At least an hour."
"Okay," she replied, shaking her head at how mature he sounded, how easy he made it to agree with him, "be safe."
"Will do," he muttered, facing away from her, and then quickly opened the door, jump-stumbled into the snowdrift outside, and yanked the door shut behind him against the wind.
Sonia sat for a minute, then two.
In silence, save for that howling wind.
Alone.
"Hold on," Sonia muttered to herself, suddenly sitting up straight in her chair, "he said an hour."
Sonia lay on the couch, her least-favorite blanket spread across the cushions below her. One of her legs was raised up, the heel hooked over the back of the couch to keep it from falling down. The other leg sprawled off of the couch and to the floor, her foot lost in a pile of the jeans and panties that she hadn't bothered to pull all the way off.
Her phone, set to put the Rotom to sleep so she could browse alone, was in her left hand, while her right rested on her pussy, one finger trailing absentmindedly up and down along her damp folds.
"Let's see," she muttered, "what am I into today..."
She scrolled through the list of videos, ones she had saved for later on her phone's internal storage, the internet connection here too poor to stream or download anything new. She scrolled past her folder of sapphic selections, her teacher/student content, even the cosplay vid she had shamelessly downloaded when she realized that one of her favorite male actors had dressed up as Leon for the filming.
Nothing drew her attention.
"Come on, come on girl, pick something," she muttered to herself, rubbing herself harder as though she could simply make herself horny for whatever popped up next.
She hit the end of the list, and started scrolling back up.
"Is there fucking anything," she groaned, barely registering half of the titles and thumbnails, "that I can get off to?"
In frustration, she scrolled up rapidly for a few swipes, then tapped a random video.
It started, of course with an advertisement for a site called "BreedingTrainers.poke." She didn't remember downloading this one, but she also didn't remember downloading most of the videos. A majority were ones she had seen, downloaded, and then moved on to another in search of the "perfect" video for the day.
The scene faded in. Sonia was suddenly sure of why she had downloaded it, as the woman in it was a redhead, and built like her. In this video the actress even had a ponytail. The scene opened with her in a bathrobe, swinging open her front door to reveal a young man. Much younger than her. With darker skin, and a relaxed posture, almost like...
She dismissed the thought.
Sonia skipped ahead. The actress was rubbing the boy's crotch.
She skipped ahead again. The actress was making gurgling sounds as the boy fucked her face, his cock disappearing down her throat over and over again.
Another skip. Missionary position.
Skip. Doggy style.
Skip, almost to the end. The woman was laying on the bed, begging the boy to "do this again tomorrow to make sure it works." Sonia didn't see come on her anywhere.
Sonia scrolled back through the video, trying to find the moment the boy came. She found it, with him grunting and groaning, and the woman begging him to "breed her milf pussy." Sonia's own pussy throbbed.
"Huh," Sonia muttered, "guess that's the key today."
She scrolled back a couple of positions, about 15 minutes before the creampie, and settled into a comfortable position.
This would give her enough time to hopefully come at the same time the boy in the video did, clean up, and be back in her chair before Hop returned, so she could pretend nothing had happened. And go back to being bored, stuck in a cabin with the kid brother of her oldest crush.
Sonia had her thumb base-deep in her pussy, her legs folded up and out, and was pushing a fingertip into her asshole and moaning for the boy in the video to breed her when the cabin door suddenly opened.
She froze in shock, and Hop did too as he turned to look at her, his expression invisible behind goggles and a scarf covering his mouth. But he too stood stock-still, staring at Sonia as she stared at him, until the door slammed into the coat rack behind it, making Hop jump before he turned around and pushed the cabin door closed.
A wash of cold air from the briefly-open door hit Sonia.
She nearly fell off the couch as she scrambled in search of her trousers and panties, only to realize she had kicked them off, sending them onto the floor halfway to the kitchen.
Hop pulled off his hood, tore off the scarf, and raised his goggles, and he and Sonia stared at one another, both slack-jawed.
"I..." Sonia started, if only to make a sound, "I'm so...sorry? That you had to see that. I'll...uh..."
"Why?"
Hop's voice was labored, his breath still heaving from trudging through the snow.
"Huh?" Sonia asked, the only noise she could make."
"Why..." Hop said, swallowing to clear his throat, "why are you sorry that I had to see that?"
"I, uh..." Sonia was at a loss.
"Because it was hot as hell." Hop grinned.
Sonia narrowed her eyes in confusion. "Huh?" was yet again all she could muster, though she didn't miss the way Hop's eyes flicked down to her soaked pussy. She instantly dropped her legs and closed them tightly together, slapping a hand down over the top of her pussy and the neatly-trimmed heart of fiery pubic hair, just to be sure.
Sonia moved to stand up, trying to keep herself covered as she did so, feeling her face burning red. She stared at the pile of her bottoms on the floor, closer to Hop than they were to her, and willed herself to stand up and start walking towards them.
A coat landed on top of the pile.
"Wait," she said, looking at Hop, who was pulling off the bracers of his snow pants while kicking off his suddenly-unlaced boots.
"Wait on what?" He asked, not stopping. "I already grabbed food. One of the locals saw me walking through the storm and took me up to the mayor's house. Apparently they haul a bunch of stuff down from the station on a sled during blizzards, so people don't have to go all the way there to pick up basics."
"Oh," Sonia muttered, "so that explains why you're back so soon."
"And how I got such a great show and invitation," Hop countered, "you know, if you were that horny, you could have just asked."
Sonia clenched her thighs more tightly together. The way he was talking, so confident and knowing...it was...
"Stop," Sonia said firmly, standing up but keeping her crotch covered, "you can't talk to me like this."
"And why not?" Hop countered, extracting himself from his snow pants and pulling off the sweater he was wearing underneath the cold-weather gear. A bag, full of food and other basics, was on the floor nearby.
He tossed the pants and sweater on top of his jacket, further burying Sonia's discarded bottoms.
"Because," Sonia said, searching for an explanation that sounded good enough to push down her own unbidden excitement, "we...I'm your...you're just..."
Hop shrugged.
"Are you horny or not?" He asked.
Sonia stared, mouth agape. Slowly, she nodded.
"So am I," Hop grumbled, "horny enough that I considered downloading some porn on the station wifi, and watching it here with the shower running."
"You...I mean, I'm not gonna..." Sonia searched for an explanation, a deflection.
"Or we could fuck," Hop suggested lazily, unbuttoning his trousers, "and get it out of our systems."
Sonia opened her mouth to say something, but could only gawk, her pussy throbbing when she caught sight of bulge in Hop's knickers.
"Well," he asked, dropping his trousers and stepping out of them, "what do you think?"
She let her hand drop, revealing the shaved heart shape above a pussy that had somehow gotten wetter than when she was masturbating.
Any port in a storm...
The two of them crashed back onto the couch, all hands and lips and moans.
Clothing was flying off of them, strewn haphazardly around the room as the pleasant warmth of the cabin was suddenly unbearable. They shifted and struggled into position, and Sonia found herself under Hop as he pressed himself up between her legs, bending her into nearly the same shape she had been masturbating in.
"Wait," she said, having to arch her head back to escape his attempts to French kiss her, "I don't have condoms, we'll have to use yours."
"Mmph," Hop grunted back, sliding down her body and turning the attention of his lips to Sonia's breasts. Sonia moaned in response, but waited for a proper reply.
"Hop," she said more insistently, "condom."
He groaned, the kind of sound a child makes when asked to clean their room, and scooted his hips closer. Sonia felt him lining himself up with her.
"Stop," she said, trying to pull away, "you have to wear a condom."
"Donwanna," Hop mumbled.
"Hop, I don't care if you've been told it feels worse," Sonia said, suddenly lucid, "I can't risk getting pregnant."
I'm fucking Leon's kid brother, she thought to herself, and he's whining about me making him wrap it up.
Hop lined himself up, and started pushing.
"Hop, seriously, you--ohhhh fuck--you have--ah--to use protection," Sonia moaned, struggling to get the words out through the pleasure of the head of his cock sliding into her, "I'm not on the pill, and I could get pregnant from this."
Hop paused, locking eyes with Sonia. He opened his mouth to speak, and she readied herself for an excuse, a promise to pull out, a half-hearted justification that it wasn't that likely, or-
"Good," Hop said, "that's the plan."
"What the fuck do you--ohhhh Arceus yes."
Her indignation was cut off by the involuntary exclamation of pleasure as he pushed himself into her, her pussy gripping and clenching even as it accepted his cock as though she were made to sheathe it. Her body was merely a scabbard for his sword.
...more like a gun, really, loaded and aimed at a womb she knew was most fertile during...well, pretty much today.
He sank into her, air squirming out of his lungs in a groan as he did so, and shuddered as he bottomed out.
"Fuck, Sonia," he murmured, "how do you like my raw cock?"
"Well, the raw part makes me nervous," she replied, trying to steady her voice, "and I really wish you w-"
She felt his cock twitch.
"Wait," she said, her mind spinning, "is the risk of getting me pregnant specifically hot for you?"
She listened for an answer, only to hear that he had practically stopped breathing, he was so tense.
"And when I tell you you to pull out," she purred, pulling him close to say it into his ear, "and not to breed my defenseless pussy?"
Hop was shuddering against her before she got past the word "breed."
Well well well, Sonia thought to herself, looks like Hop has a kink. I can work with that.
"Oh no," she said with a mocking theatricality, throwing her head from side to side and gently pushing back at Hop, "please don't come inside me, I don't want to get knocked up! I'm too young to be a mommy! Please, anything but that!"
She glanced at Hop.
He was drooling, his face simultaneously tight with focus and vacant with ascendant joy.
"Go ahead," Sonia muttered, "fuck me like you mean it."
The first couple of thrusts were uncomfortable as Hop worked to find an angle, before he lifted Sonia's hips with arms slung under her knees, and began pounding her in earnest.
"Oh--fuck--you--are--so--rough!" Sonia yelped out, having to use the pounding of Hop's thrusts to force each word out of her lungs.
Hop was still shorter than her, and a good bit lighter, but you wouldn't have guessed it from how punishing his pace was, how her whole body jolted with each thrust, as he eagerly worked his whole body with each punishing stroke.
Sonia was torn by pain and pleasure, as his cock rubbed and teased her depths, the shifting of his shaft stretching her folds and the base of his cock pushing against her clit with regularity. The slapping, either of his thighs against her asscheeks, or his balls against the hole between them, echoed around the room.
But his cock--his cock--was something else entirely. Sonia felt it bumping up against something deep inside of her, a sensitive barrier that she would have demanded he avoid...if she wasn't completely sure that announcing he was hitting it would instantly make him aim for it with greater intensity.
Her cervix wasn't supposed to take a cock, not really, but it was clear enough that Hop was going to try anyways, and the sensitive entryway to Sonia's womb was beginning to yield.
"Sonia..." he groaned, "...you feel so good. I can't believe..."
"Can't--believe--what?" She grunted back, as he huffed in breath, trying to get enough oxygen to speak without slowing his pace.
"Believe...that I get...to fuck you...raw."
"Wait, you're going to pull out, right?" Sonia said in a faked panic, but so anxiously that she almost fooled herself.
"Noooo," Hop moaned back, his pace growing uneven.
Sonia felt her own orgasm building, racing towards her like an avalanche.
"Oh please Hop, please don't come inside me," Sonia whined, twisting her legs to wrap them around Hop, making her actual desires clear, "please don't fill up my pussy and turn me into your personal breeding sow."
"Fuck," he groaned, "fffuck...I can't...hold...I'm coming. Oh fuck I'm coming."
He pushed down against her, the head of his cock mashing against her cervix as it struggled to keep him out.
"Oh...you're...oh FUCK!" Sonia moaned--and then screamed--back, unable to keep acting as her own orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy throbbed and clenched, and she felt the tip of Hop's cock slide deeper, deeper than it should have been able to go.
She shuddered and shook, her left leg kicking and bouncing against Hop. She felt his balls clench, and swore she was spread wider by the rush of come down his length.
She didn't feel warmth in her depths, but she felt the first swelling of come travel through his cock and into her, felt her cervix stretch, and knew that his come was spattering against the back of her womb.
Time slowed down as she pictured what was happening. She could practically see it, a thick rope of pale white fluid, spilling into her womb, flooding it, leaving a thin trail from the largest glob back to the head of Hop's cock, barely peeking through her spread-open cervix. The sperm inside shot so deep that they were certain to instantly bear down on any eggs unlucky enough to have left her ovaries.
A second burst, stronger than the first. It seemed to force her open as Hop's cock swelled with the release. Sonia was no stranger to sex, but this felt...different. If Hop had worn a condom, it would already be full, she was sure.
"You're mine," Hop growled, "my cocksleeve, my breeding bitch. I fucking own your womb."
Sonia could only whine and unevenly moan in reply.
A third pump, with Hop grinding and jolting against her, her cervix moved and tugged wider as the full head of his cock popped inside and was held fast, sealing any escape for his come.
Sonia spasmed as another wave of her own orgasm crashed down, and then felt Hop's balls clench a fourth time, hanging heavily as they were against her. They seemed to be growing bigger as he came, and the fourth spurt felt like an extended flow rather than a quick shot.
Sonia felt a strange pressure in her, above the head of Hop's cock, and didn't understand it until the fifth burst of come was forced into her womb. She felt a fullness, a stretching, and moaned in pleasure as she reached down and touched where she felt his cock locked in her.
"Shit, you're...too..." Hop moaned out, his slack jaw tightening to a grimace as he came again, the force of his orgasm pulsing out into Sonia and increasing the pressure.
Sonia's fingers, gently resting on the skin of her womb, felt the skin underneath push back, driven outward by a womb that was inflating like a water balloon.
"Hop...ough...what did you....do..." Sonia groaned, her legs going limp and her core muscles spasming as the womb beneath them swelled. She swore she could feel the pressure of the come causing the full depth of her reproductive system to stretch and strain, her ovaries themselves surely soaked and drowning in hot, viscous come.
Hop's next words were sighed out as he fucked her, his cock head stuck in place, so all he succeeded in doing was pushing and pulling the ring of Soina's cervix back and forth while pumping her womb full of increasing amounts of come, so much that there was now a visible bump on her abdomen.
"I, ugh...I saw you masturbating through the window," he groaned, visibly in discomfort from balls that were still swelling and pumping more and more come into Sonia with each pulse, "so I took some vitamins meant for helping pokemon breeding..."
"Which...oh fuck I can feel the shape of my tubes..." Sonia whined, "which of your pokemon was the vitamin for?"
"Snorlax...I...I'm coming again. Still? I don't know!" Hop sobbed, humping Sonia in a fight to pull his cock free, even as the swelling of Sonia's womb was making her cervix lock harder in a ring around his cock, holding fast to each additional millimeter he accidentally pushed into her in his effort to pull free.
"Oh," Sonia grunted, the jiggling bulge on her stomach beginning to eclipse her view of Hop's cock entering her, "oh no."
Twenty minutes later, both of their orgasms finally weakened enough for Hop to pull free. Sonia didn't know if she was furious or thankful that the come he had pumped into her was so viscous that it only left a thin trail on the ground as she crawled to the cabin's bathtub. Her distended stomach dragged on the ground the whole way there.
Hop still had enough left in the tank to make her suckle on his half-hard cock while she lay in the tub, swallowing as much come as she dared while pushing on her inflated belly to try and force enough of that come out to allow her to walk.
The two of them fucked at least twice daily for the next three weeks before Hop took the train back to Wyndon for a tournament, and even though Hop didn't dare take pokemon breeding supplements again, it was two days before his orgasmic releases were of a "regular" volume, and a week after that before her swollen abdomen shrank enough for Sonia to wear her regular shirts without her round belly pushing out.
Six months later...
Sonia grunted as she leaned forward, her hands planted firmly on the desk in Hop's bedroom. Her legs shook, and the desk squeaked loudly as she was fucked against it, but she and Hop had done this position enough times that she had confidence that she would be able to remain upright.
"Fuck, Sonia," Hop grunted, his hips slapping against her, "for a breeding sow, you're so fucking tight."
Sonia sighed as his hands roughly kneaded her sensitive, heavy breasts, the eagerness of his touch proof that his words were a compliment more than anything.
"That...ah...be gentle," she moaned back, arching her back as he grabbed her ponytail and pulled for more leverage, "that's what happens when you take a Snorlax virility drug and fuck triplets into me, you dumb kid. There's no more room for your stud cock inside me anymore." It wasn't the truth, but it was a lie that she knew Hop loved.
He merely moaned in appreciation. He loved when she mentioned that--as far as she and her doctors could tell--the first time they fucked he had gotten her pregnant with what appeared to be fraternal triplets, and those were just the pregnancies that took.
"I'm...coming, Sonia," he grunted, and she felt him tense.
"Oh no," she whined in fake panic, "don't come inside me! You'll turn me into a fat breeding sow...your fat breeding sow..."
He chuckled, and let a hand drop, caressing Sonia's swollen belly lovingly as he came, once again, deep inside of her.