A tired young man climbed the stairs to his apartment, each step heavy with fatigue. His shoulders ached from another endless day at the office.
The 9-to-5 grind had worn him down. His old dreams of becoming big felt like a joke now.
He was just an average salaryman, waking up to the same alarm every morning, commuting in packed trains, returning home exhausted.
He turned the key and pushed open the door. A smile spread across my face.
"Finally home," I muttered under my breath, the words slipping out like a sigh of relief.
I kicked off my shoes in the entryway. The weight of the day lifted a little.
This place was my escape. My tiny sanctuary from the corporate world.
I headed straight to my bedroom and flipped on the light. The walls were covered in Pokémon posters. Vibrant anime scenes. Game art of epic battles.
Shelves overflowed with figures and toys. A collection built over years.
But on the bed lay the real treasures. My custom Pokémon dolls.
I had ordered them from SpiritDemon on X, and a few others from different sites.
They were sprawled out like loyal companions. A soft, fluffy Eevee sex doll with her inviting curves, perky breasts, and small and tight pink entrance begging for attention.
A sleek Snivy coiled teasingly, her scaly body textured for maximum pleasure, with a warm slit ready to squeeze.
And several others…
But today my eyes locked on the Espeon doll. She had arrived fresh this morning, brand new and untouched. Her psychic gem forehead gleamed under the light.
The silicone body looked impossibly smooth and no stains yet, no signs of use.
She looked perfect, almost alive, her curves sculpted with seductive precision. Narrow waist flaring into inviting hips, and that tight entrance waiting just for me.
I loosened my tie as I walked over. Work clothes felt like chains.
I yanked the tie off and tossed it aside. Then I unbuttoned my shirt. It slid to the floor.
Next came the pants. I unbuckled the belt. Zipped down. Stepped out and kicked them into a heap.
Now in just my boxers, I felt free.
I picked up the Espeon doll. Brand new, she still carried that faint factory scent mixed with the subtle silicone warmth.
I turned her over in my hands, admiring the smooth curves, the way her body felt almost lifelike under my fingers.
I reached for the lube bottle on the nightstand, squeezed a generous amount onto my palm, and slowly coated her entrance.
My fingers circled the tight opening, spreading the slick gel evenly, making sure every fold and ridge glistened. She was ready now, slippery and welcoming for a smooth first entry.
Her pink entrance shone fresh from the lube, tight and untouched, warm from my touch and inviting like a real lover waiting for her first time.
"You look so wet…" I whispered to the doll.
I sat on the bed. Slid my boxers down and off.
My 8 inch long cock hardened instantly at the sight of her perfect form. I added another quick squirt of lube for good measure, stroking myself a few times to spread it.
Then I pressed the swollen tip against Espeon's tight hole.
It gripped me perfectly right away, soft rippling with every inch I sank in.
I thrust in slowly at first. Feeling every ridge and silky fold inside her virgin-tight channel.
I positioned her carefully on her back in the center of the bed.
I spread her legs wide in a natural V, bending her knees so her soft thighs pressed against my hips and sides as I knelt between them. This angled her lower body perfectly for deep access without stressing the joints.
Her arms lay limp at her sides, palms up, fingers curled naturally. Her head rested tilted back on the pillow, ears flopped softly.
Deeper now.
My hips bucked harder.
I imagined Espeon coming alive beneath me, her familiar cry echoing softly in my mind like a melodic purr mixed with a swift, elegant chime "Espeee~♡… onn…" drawn out and seductive, vibrating through her body.
Her tail swaying more noticeably now with my thrusts, brushing lightly against my thigh each time I drove in.
"Why can't you be real..." I groaned aloud between heavy strokes, leaning down to kiss her gem forehead, then her soft silicone lips in a hungry, desperate press.
"I'd fuck you for hours. Explore every inch of your sexy body. Suck on those perky nipples, rub your clit until you tremble, watch your gem glow bright as you moan and squirt all over my cock."
Harder thrusts.
My breath came in ragged gasps. Nngh... ugh... Office stress melted away completely. Replaced by raw visions of dominating her.
Pounding her, slapping her plush ass, filling her again and again until cum leaked out around my shaft.
I loved Pokémon more than anything. Childhood games, animes, posters, cards. It was always my escape.
"If only I could live in that world," I panted, hips slamming faster. "Become a trainer. Battle legends. Form bonds. Intimate ones, if fate allowed."
No more dolls. Just endless adventure and pure love…
Exhaustion mixed with building pleasure. I climaxed hard. Spilling deep inside the doll with a low, guttural groan, flooding her fresh insides with thick ropes of cum.
I collapsed back onto the bed. Still holding her close against my chest. My mind drifted in the afterglow.
"If wishes came true..." I murmured, eyes slowly closing. "Please. Let me wake up in the Pokémon world."
My eyelids grew heavy. Sleep finally pulled me under.