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It was a steady day of studious training and all the effort that goes in along with it. Her team worked flawlessly in battle and in job, where they’re almost a singular unit in how they operate. However she does have to feed them.
So she spends time whipping up pokepuffs and various other treats. One, however, didn’t seem to be hungry…Her Steelix.
He wasn’t being pestered by her Sigilyph, which is normally what causes issues. However, instead, he seems to be very intently staring off in some distance. An oddity for him.
“…Metallum?” She steps closer, her hand gently placed on his lowered head. “Is there something off today? You don’t usually hesitate upon being given food.”
He doesn’t respond in words she can understand; but he does nudge into her hand. It’s gentle, and she barely moves. It’s worrying, as he’s more brash compared to others. But she does remember that a few things can cause a lack of eating.
Sickness. But his steel shell is shiny and clear, so sickness can’t be an option.
She cleaned him this morning, so that also isn’t it.
There’s really only one thing she can think of that isn’t related to being ill…She reaches down, feeling a deep warmth near a slit on the latter rungs of his body…That confirms it. It’s a rut. “…If we get this fixed, you’ll eat…so, come. Let’s not disturb the others.”
She gets to a spot away from the rest of her team, Gothitelle can take care of everything in her place if needed. So after they’re a distance away, she caresses the metal of his tail, slowly leading her way further up his body…It’s to help comfort him, primarily.
“You need to relax so I can get this settled.” She mumbles, stroking the slit with gentle hands, which does work out the tip out. Unlike a lot of Pokemon, steel types have a…Different genital structure. Some don’t have one at all…
Steelix, however, has a flesh inside with a steel coating, meaning the dick is much the same. It is absurd in its thickness, and Faust could, in no human means, fit any part of it inside her body- as even the tip is larger than her head.
She puts it to her lips, and sucks with small licks. It tastes of pure cold metal. She licks it regardless, time and time again, teasing the slit of his dick until slowly, more and more is pressed out…
The dick is as long as she is tall. Which is to say, immensely intimidating for anyone not her.
She’s gotten her own ways…So she strips, getting the clothes a distance away. Metallum had been staring away, likely embarrassed about how he’s being handled. But there’s really no other way to deal with it, so both accept how this is.
She reaches inside. It’s deeply invasive, and she never expects it to be so soft when she does. She balls her fist with the thought, and Metallum in turn gives a weak aching thrust, swallowing up her arm to the shoulder.
It is odd to say how easy it is to fist a steel type’s genitals, but it works. She unclenches, releases, feels around until she feels the throbbing and hears the groaning, to which she balls up her fist again to earn another thrust.
It is a long, methodical process. She wishes she could help further, but any more physical action would quite literally end her life. So she had to settle with what she could do. However it was far from easy given the size difference…And, species difference. She does feel warm liquid start to leak down her arm and cover her body as it flows out.
Precum. That’s a good sign. She licks up some of the liquid, it’s more akin to liquid metal in flavor than anything humanoid…So there is an unsurprising lack of salt in how it tastes.
Faust, for a few moments, wonders if she can bottle it to extract the iron. She could make a lot of money doing such a thing, getting iron supplements from all of the pure iron and giving it to people and Pokemon alike. Doubly since the cum has a similar flavoring, and likely a much stronger concentration.
She gets back to work. She’ll debate it more later, when she’s not actively arm-deep in her Pokemon’s cock.
She still doesn’t pull it out either, but the stimulation is only causing an endless river of pre and not actually helping push him to an orgasm.
She takes the time to question it…she could possibly grind, but it would be uncomfortable for her. She can’t risk slipping inside of it…Maybe if she sticks in another arm…?
She pulls her out. Metallum seems upset, bucking his genitals forward towards her arm or her face or towards anything really noteworthy to grind against. It’s not an easy option, but…She does lay herself down. It will be deeply uncomfortable for her, but it may help him. So it will be fine. Probably.
She does hope she won’t have to go to the hospital for something like this again. It was hard enough explaining it the first time. “Metallum, on me, now.”
He groans, or a sound similar to it. Very carefully he lines himself up, pressing his length on top of her body instead of in. Because her body is pliant and soft, she can squeeze her legs and use her mouth a little to stimulate his dick into feeling more like a natural hole insertion.
It does seem to be working because she feels the metal shift more.
She’s realized since long ago that Steelix sex, despite all possible logic, is incredibly slow. It is dragging and throbbing but not much force or struggling behind it. That’s the only reason she’s allowed this to happen.
That by itself takes ten minutes, and by that point she’s almost drowning in precum. It’s mussed up her hair, countless amounts have flowed into her mouth, and the rest messes up her previously quite clean body…It helps in the actual glide of being used as a living grinder, so she isn’t mad on that, at least.
She isn’t intending on climaxing from it either, but she may have to after this is done…
Metallum seems to buck faster. Twice-more, thrice-more, and then the heavy, thick-as-can-be cum flows out in an almost endless rush to coat her every inch. It does, from her hair until the overflow pools from her legs and waist onto her feet. When he does pull away, he seems quite nervous that he’s accidentally drowned her in the mess.
She sits up, after a few moments, and clears her face…Popping some of the liquid into her mouth. “…far too strong of an iron taste…I also, cannot feel my legs…”
She needs a shower. Or a bath in the local river. “…Metallum, could you perhaps grab Metagross?”
He nods…And, far calmer now, slithers off.
Faust is incredibly tired. But at least Metallum is better now.