In the wilds of Hoenn, night slowly descended. Before the stars came out, the small group of Pokemon Trainers decided to set up camp. With tents pitched and dinner eaten, the group of four called it a night. Ash, who was about the only competitive Pokemon trainer in the group fell fast asleep within minutes of crawling into his sleeping bag, going off to dream about battles and new Pokemon to befriend. Brock, a Pokemon Breeder and former Gym Leader soon followed suit, but his dreams were filled with young women... who still refused to even so much as go out with him.
May, now fourteen years old. the only girl within the group and the resident Coordinator, a Trainer who took part in the various Pokemon Contests that littered Hoenn and beyond, had apparently fallen asleep as well; her sleeping bag was occupied with her motionless form.
All that was left was Max, the youngest of the group at the tender age of seven, who remained awake. He sat near the smoldering remains of the camp fire, eyes fixated upon the two tents that had been set up; he was watching, waiting for any movement that would mean that any of them had awakened. But Max could see none; Ash snored slightly, Brock mumbled about girls and, most importantly, his older sister looked placid and peaceful as she slept. It was something she never was when she was awake, Max mused to himself.
The stars began to come out; the Moon was full. Poking the fire a few times to keep it going for a while longer, he took his chance. Rising to his feet, he slowly crept away from the camp, retreating into the wilds of Hoenn. Using the Moonlight as a guide to ensure he made as little noise as physically possible, the young boy soon found himself far enough out of range of the camp. With a sigh, Max broke into a full blown run, putting an ever increasing distance between himself and the other three; the further he went, he knew, the more privacy he would have.
He ran as far as his legs could take him, as far as his body could go before, finally, giving out from his exertion. He collapsed near a large tree and, panting, he crawled to it, then placed his back against the mighty trunk. Wiping some sweat from his brow, Max took a quick look around; there was nobody at all within his field of vision. Feeling safe at last, the young boy slowly eased a hand into his right pocket, only to pull it out moments later...
In his hand he clutched a piece of fabric; it was white. Carefully, he grabbed it with his other hand and stretched it before his eyes; it was a pair of panties with a Skitty design on the front. He couldn't help but smirk at the idea of a Skitty on the crotch... or the fact that it was once worn by his sister. Savoring the thought for a moment, he suddenly thrust it against his face, ensuring the crotch was right at his nose.
Max inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his sister; and soon he was pitching a tent of his own, below his waist. He released the panties with one hand and brought it down to his shorts, where he undid a button, then pulled down his zipper. Licking his lips, he thrust his hand into his shorts and, with a little fishing, he brought out his penis.
It wasn't exactly giant or anything, but it was impressive for his age; it was a good four inches. He shivered as his hardness met the cold air, and quickly he covered it with the Skitty panties, then wrapped the small piece of fabric around his manhood. With a moan, the young boy slowly caressed himself through the panties, the thought that he was touching something with his penis that was in contact with his sisters crotch not too long ago made him writhe in pleasure.
He leaned back against the tree trunk as, slowly, he began to move his hands on his shaft, dragging the panties with them; he was jerking himself off with his older sisters used underwear. His toes curled in his shoes, he bit his bottom lip as if to stifle his moans, despite being all alone in the wild.
But he wasn't alone; eyes were watching him. Eyes that fixated on the object around his penis.
Max tried as best he could, but it was all but impossible for him to not make noises as he pleasured himself with his sisters panties. His mind raced back to that night, two years ago, and to the thoughts that he had since then; the lewd ideas that were born of a sexual desire that smoldered for so long. He gasped as a shudder passed through his entire body; he was going to orgasm soon, he was going to soil May's panties with his fluids...
"You filthy little boy!"
A voice called to him, a voice that he knew all too well. His eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated as he looked at the source of the voice. His body shook, hands began to sweat; the fear that he would be caught had finally come to pass... he had been caught by his sister. He could see her standing before him, not more than ten feet away; clad in a white undershirt and panties.
At any other time, he might have enjoyed the sight of his fourteen year old sister so under dressed, but right now? He was terrified; more so when she began to walk toward him. He whimpered and then panicked, trying to back away from her; but of course he was up against a tree.
He managed to get to his feet, but before he could run she was there, her arms on either side of his head. He didn't dare look up at her, he didn't want to see the look of shame and disgust in her eyes at what he was doing.
"You're a sick little pervert, you know that?"
May's question only made Max clench his eyes shut; he realized that now, he was truly screwed. His sister found out about what he did, and soon she would have him talking about all the other things he did. Turning pale, Max's short life flashed before his eyes as his body trembled; his life was all over. Any moment now, it would all collapse around him. He only hoped his sister would have some mercy and not tell their father...
"I asked you a question, Max. Now answer!"
Max recoiled at her yell and whimpered again; his bladder felt like it may just empty itself at any second. He didn't know if could have gotten the courage to answer her, but he cried out in shock as, suddenly, May grabbed hold of his chin and lifted his face up. The young, terrified boy slowly opened his eyes and looked at his older sister.
Tears began to well up as he considered begging her for mercy, for compassion. He'd swear to never do it again, he'd swear to be her slave; anything to keep this from their mother and father!
"M-May... I... pl-please..."
He began, but May jerked his head up by the chin to shut him up.
"Tell me you're a pervert."
May commanded in a stern tone, and Max swallowed hard;
"I... I'm a p-pervert... a filthy pervert!"
Max cried out as tears rolled down his cheeks; he knew that this was only the start of it all. But instead of harming him, something strange happened; May gently wiped away the tears of her little brother and then leaned forward, their faces weren't even an inch apart. She stared into his eyes, Max began to blush; there was something about it that made feel at ease, or maybe the pervert in him simply was turned on by being so close to her. But something even more unexpected happened...
May pressed her lips against his own, and kissed her little brother. His eyes went wide, then closed as she deepened the kiss between them, her lips pressing harder against his own. Leaning forward, May pinned Max to the tree, forcing her large, heavy breasts against his small frame, causing his penis to stir from its fear induced coma.
But his penis only grew harder when she slipped a hand down his small body, then took hold of manhood, causing him to gasp. Seizing the moment, May drove her tongue into her little brothers mouth, lapping at his own as, slowly, she began to caress his hardness. Max could feel her warmth through the panties still wrapped around his penis; it was the single most amazing thing he had ever experienced in his entire life.
It was so good, in-fact, that he almost thought this to be a dream, rather than reality. But either way, it didn't matter; something he wanted so badly was happening, and if it happened to be a dream, all he would do is end up with moist underwear in the morning. Max, then, in a quick burst of thought and action blindly reached out and found his sisters sides. For a moment he wanted to go for her breasts, but there was another set of cleavage he wanted to enjoy; his hands slid down her sides and found their way to her panty covered bottom.
To May's surprise, he almost instantly clamped onto her cheeks, giving them a firm, hard squeeze. Gasping into her little brothers mouth as her tongue expertly explored every nook, cranny and crevasse it would reach, May rewarded Max's bravery by moving her hand faster on his small shaft. This caused a shudder to pass through his entire body and his knees to feel weak; it was then that the two of them realized that he had just orgasmed, soiling May's Skitty panties with his fluids. But even though he had just released a load his penis remained as hard as ever, and May's hand just kept moving, pleasuring his shaft as he fondled her buttocks with all the vigor born of youth, and all the clumsiness that came with inexperience.
But May grew weary of all of this; she wanted something more from her dear brother; she wanted to taste his cock. And so, May released her brother from the kiss they shared and, dragging her breasts along his small frame, she got down on her knees. Max's eyes opened and looked down, only to be met by May's eyes; he could see the lust in them, the desire.
He swallowed hard as May looked downward and, suddenly, tugged at his shorts and underwear, yanking them down his body before pulling them away from him, throwing them to the side; all that was left were his shoes and her Skitty panties. The panties didn't last long after that; May peeled the small fabric from his shaft and, looking up to make sure Max was watching, licked some of his fluids from the material. She moaned at his taste, and then threw the panties aside as well; she had to have the real thing in her mouth.
Flashing him a smile, she lowered her head and, slowly, she placed her lips against the tip of his penis. Kissing it softly, she parted them and, quickly, took every single inch of him into her mouth. Max gasped and moaned; the warmth and moisture was more than he could have ever imagined. It only got better for the boy, though, when May slowly began to bob her head, tongue lapping at his shaft. Max cried out in pure bliss as, after only a few moments inside, he came in her mouth, giving her what she wanted the most. She moaned, feeling his hot juices strike the room of her mouth and splash on her tongue, but she didn't let up on him.
If anything, she only sped up her pleasuring of his small penis, which still remained hard despite having cum twice in such a short period of time. Max's knees felt so very weak; if not for his sister being right there, ensuring that he wouldn't.
As May's head bobbed faster and faster on his shaft, she took hold of his testicles with one hand, and gently, she massaged and caressed them. Max felt like he was going mad; his entire frame trembled, shuddered and shivered all at once. Max swore to whatever deity that would listen that this couldn't get better, but May was about to prove him wrong.
She pulled her head away from his shaft, only to lower it to his testicles and, gently, took one into her mouth. Softly she sucked upon the one in her mouth, teasing the skin of his scrotum with her tongue as she continued to caress the other with a hand. Her other hand went to his shaft, slowly jerking him off.
For the third time in only a few minutes Max came, covering his older sisters hand. She only kept jerking his shaft, covering it with his fluids; he still remained as hard as ever. May was utterly surprised by his ability to stay hard; surely it must have been due to his youth. But that thought quickly passed, for after all the longer he could stay hard, the more fun she could have with her cute little brother.
She decided to give him a little treat, though; something she knew he'd love. May pulled her head and hands away from his cock and balls, giving Max a moment to rest and to focus on her. His eyes almost instantly fixated on his older sister once more; and he got an eye full when she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing to him for the first time in a long time her bare breasts.
They had grown several times in size since he last saw them; they were even more amazing than he remembered. May looked up at her little brother with a smile on her lips, then gave him a wink before throwing her shirt aside and then grabbing her breasts. She lifted them up for him to get a better look at; they were easily the size of muskmelons, if not larger... they were an amazing sight to behold.
And they felt even better when May leaned forward and wrapped them around Max's young penis, fully engulfing it in her heavenly valley. Max moaned in bliss and May giggled before she moved her breasts in a slow up and down motion, pleasuring him with her glorious mammaries and lubricating them with the result of his previous orgasm.
The young boy dug his finger nails into the tree bark, pushing his back against it to give him support as she gradually increased her speed, her breasts making wet, lewd noises as they moved on him.
May couldn't help but stare at her little brothers reactions; they were so cute. But then he was a cute boy.... she had her eye on Max for a while now, ever since she noticed his growing focus on her, nearly a year and a half prior. His theft of her Skitty panties wasn't the first one; he'd done it numerous times in the past. She had even watched him from time to time using them, wrapping them around his cute little penis and pleasuring himself, trying not to moan...
It got her so wet watching him sniff them, watching him play with himself.... getting off on her used panties and their smell. But she simply couldn't risk doing anything when she was home; if they were ever caught by their father, it would have been all over. That's why she was so happy when she began this journey, so glad that her dear little brother came along. Finally, she could do what she wanted...
Just then, Max cried out in pleasure once more as he came between May's large breasts. She could feel his warmth spread between them, but she wanted something else. Letting go of her breasts, she took hold of his spasming penis with both hands and began a rapid jerking motion, milking him for all that he was work while aiming the tip at her face.
May moaned loudly as strand after strand found its way on her cheeks, on her nose, some hitting her lips. She couldn't help but lick it off of them while she milked her precious little brother until he could give no more.
Finally, for the first time since this all started, Max went limp; he panted heavily, his eyes seemed to be glassy when she looked up at him. She realized then that her little brother was spent for the moment; even at such a young age, he couldn't keep it up forever.
"You did so well, Max. I'm proud of you, my dear little brother."
May spoke as she rose to her feet and hugged him tightly, burying his face between her large breasts. She stroked his hair softly and smiled as she looked down at him; tonight was going to be the start of something wonderful and amazing between them.
Surely they would both enjoy this journey to its fullest from now on.
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Sunday, August 15, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
An Adventure In Sexuality: May Style (Brendan Chapter)
At the tender age of five years old, young Max had no idea as to what his sister, May, did at night. Being twelve years old, she was capable of staying up much later than he could ever comprehend. But at the same time, he simply had no desire to know. After all, he regarded his older sister in the same way as all girls; they were stupid, icky and had some kind of odd disease that was simply named cooties. The young child had no idea, then, that one night everything would change for him, that his view of her, and girls in general, would change so radically.
Max had risen from a deep sleep, his body telling him that he needed to use the bathroom. In the darkness that filled his home so late at night he could have sworn that he heard noises coming from somewhere; but at the time all he cared for was the toilet. It was not until after its use, when he was a little more awake that he found himself curious about those noises that, now, he could hear clearly. With bravery that betrayed his age, and putting the concept that every little noise in the darkness could be contributed to a Boogeyman who wanted to eat him, Max moved deeper into the darkness, intent on finding its source.
His search led him to his sisters bedroom, the source of the sounds came from beyond her closed door. Slowly, he pressed his ear against the barrier between himself and the noises; it was a dull squeak. Confused, Max pondered as to what it could be, then he recalled that his own bed made sounds like that at times as he tossed and turned. But there was something else, something that mixed it the base sound.
Pressing his ear against the door harder he focused his mind, trying to make them out; they were gasps, grunts and a deep, animalistic moaning. It sounded much like a night, several years before, when he went to his parents room in the middle of the night due to a nightmare. The memories came flooding back; he knew he had come across something that he shouldn't have heard or seen back then, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember it fully. With a mix of curiosity and fear that he could be caught and scolded for invading his sisters privacy, the young boy swallowed hard as his hands reached out for the door knob. Perhaps by destiny or laziness, there were no locks on any bedroom door in the house; he had easy access, but the fear of being punished made him hesitate.
Finally, mustering up the same courage he showed by venturing into the darkness, he slowly and carefully turned the knob, then pushed the door open just enough for him to see the inside. There, illuminated by the pale light of a small reading lamp, Max saw his twelve year old sister May on her back as she lay upon her bed, clothing strewn about the floor. Her tiny hands were curled into fists, fingers clenching her bedspread as if for dear life as her back arched upwards, her apple sized breasts proudly thrust into the air. A young man of the same age as his sister was there, between her legs; Max could see the boy thrusting his pelvis toward his sister, her breasts wobbled in time with his movements.
His mind surged with the images that were flooding his eyes, but he realized within moments whom this boy was; Brendan, one of their neighbors. The concept that the two of them would be together so late at night was odd; May never did seem to spend much time with him, so far as Max knew, anyway. But it seemingly turned out that they did enjoy each others company, which was evident by the fact that they did enjoy spending some time together, given the fact that May's legs were locked around his waist tightly, refusing to release the young man from their grip as he thrust into her with vigor.
Too shocked to say a word and too scared of being found out to move, Max could only watch the two of them fornicate. His young, innocent eyes were transfixed upon the trembling, nude form of his sister as she was assaulted by Brendan's phallus, his ears were filled with her moans and gasps as Brendan grunted like some raging beast. The unified sexual organs of the young lovers made lewd, wet squishing noises as they came together and moved apart.
The sight, the smells were so much for the young boy to take in, much less understand. His body trembled, his knees felt weak; he knew he had to leave, but he simply could not. The scene stirred something within his body, something animalistic; his eyes wouldn't rip themselves away from his sisters body, they followed her breasts as they shook, his ears focused only on her cries of bliss as her lover moved with increased speed. Her small, delicate hands threatened to pull the spread from her mattress as her toes curled, her legs tightening around Brendan's waist.
Max swallowed hard as he heard his sister say something, there were words that he'd never heard of, but it seemed to elicit a reaction from her lover; he moved even faster into her, grunting harder. He was less a man than an animal at this point. Her cries grew louder, so loud that Max's ears rang; and then, she nearly screamed as her body locked up, her hands pulling up the sheet that they clung to. She told her lover to do something over and over, words he never heard before, words that just seemed filthy, despite not knowing what they were.
It was moments after this that Brendan threw her legs off of his waist, pulling his phallus from her small frame. Max's eyes went wide when he finally saw it; it was so big compared to his own. But what really shocked him was when something came from Brendan's penis; it was thick and white. At first Max though he was urinating on his sisters body, but as she moaned and mewled, and as it clung to her breasts and stomach, Max knew that it wasn't a bodily fluid that he knew. The torrent of fluid seemed to go on forever, his sisters body was covered before it finally ended, before he fell forward onto May's body, panting.
The young boy, unsure as to what he had just seen, his eyes no longer transfixed, mind no longer clouded by the vision of his sister in the act of sexual ecstasy managed to move. His small feet moved him backwards, his knees still felt weak; it was all he could do to not fall and reveal himself. As he retreated into the darkness, he heard them whispering things, words of praise and contentment. When he finally managed to get enough strength in his knees, Max turned and fled to his room, relaxing only when he firmly inside and safe behind his door.
As he laid upon his bed, his mind racked itself, trying to make sense of it all. But it couldn't; he had no words to describe it, no means to comprehend the act he just witnessed. Most troubling of all, though, was the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off of his sister's body, off of he bouncing breasts. He had always seen her as a stupid, icky girl... but now? He didn't know; he was so confused. He sighed, he realized that tonight he would be unable to sleep...
It wouldn't be the last night that he lost sleep over his sister.
Max had risen from a deep sleep, his body telling him that he needed to use the bathroom. In the darkness that filled his home so late at night he could have sworn that he heard noises coming from somewhere; but at the time all he cared for was the toilet. It was not until after its use, when he was a little more awake that he found himself curious about those noises that, now, he could hear clearly. With bravery that betrayed his age, and putting the concept that every little noise in the darkness could be contributed to a Boogeyman who wanted to eat him, Max moved deeper into the darkness, intent on finding its source.
His search led him to his sisters bedroom, the source of the sounds came from beyond her closed door. Slowly, he pressed his ear against the barrier between himself and the noises; it was a dull squeak. Confused, Max pondered as to what it could be, then he recalled that his own bed made sounds like that at times as he tossed and turned. But there was something else, something that mixed it the base sound.
Pressing his ear against the door harder he focused his mind, trying to make them out; they were gasps, grunts and a deep, animalistic moaning. It sounded much like a night, several years before, when he went to his parents room in the middle of the night due to a nightmare. The memories came flooding back; he knew he had come across something that he shouldn't have heard or seen back then, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember it fully. With a mix of curiosity and fear that he could be caught and scolded for invading his sisters privacy, the young boy swallowed hard as his hands reached out for the door knob. Perhaps by destiny or laziness, there were no locks on any bedroom door in the house; he had easy access, but the fear of being punished made him hesitate.
Finally, mustering up the same courage he showed by venturing into the darkness, he slowly and carefully turned the knob, then pushed the door open just enough for him to see the inside. There, illuminated by the pale light of a small reading lamp, Max saw his twelve year old sister May on her back as she lay upon her bed, clothing strewn about the floor. Her tiny hands were curled into fists, fingers clenching her bedspread as if for dear life as her back arched upwards, her apple sized breasts proudly thrust into the air. A young man of the same age as his sister was there, between her legs; Max could see the boy thrusting his pelvis toward his sister, her breasts wobbled in time with his movements.
His mind surged with the images that were flooding his eyes, but he realized within moments whom this boy was; Brendan, one of their neighbors. The concept that the two of them would be together so late at night was odd; May never did seem to spend much time with him, so far as Max knew, anyway. But it seemingly turned out that they did enjoy each others company, which was evident by the fact that they did enjoy spending some time together, given the fact that May's legs were locked around his waist tightly, refusing to release the young man from their grip as he thrust into her with vigor.
Too shocked to say a word and too scared of being found out to move, Max could only watch the two of them fornicate. His young, innocent eyes were transfixed upon the trembling, nude form of his sister as she was assaulted by Brendan's phallus, his ears were filled with her moans and gasps as Brendan grunted like some raging beast. The unified sexual organs of the young lovers made lewd, wet squishing noises as they came together and moved apart.
The sight, the smells were so much for the young boy to take in, much less understand. His body trembled, his knees felt weak; he knew he had to leave, but he simply could not. The scene stirred something within his body, something animalistic; his eyes wouldn't rip themselves away from his sisters body, they followed her breasts as they shook, his ears focused only on her cries of bliss as her lover moved with increased speed. Her small, delicate hands threatened to pull the spread from her mattress as her toes curled, her legs tightening around Brendan's waist.
Max swallowed hard as he heard his sister say something, there were words that he'd never heard of, but it seemed to elicit a reaction from her lover; he moved even faster into her, grunting harder. He was less a man than an animal at this point. Her cries grew louder, so loud that Max's ears rang; and then, she nearly screamed as her body locked up, her hands pulling up the sheet that they clung to. She told her lover to do something over and over, words he never heard before, words that just seemed filthy, despite not knowing what they were.
It was moments after this that Brendan threw her legs off of his waist, pulling his phallus from her small frame. Max's eyes went wide when he finally saw it; it was so big compared to his own. But what really shocked him was when something came from Brendan's penis; it was thick and white. At first Max though he was urinating on his sisters body, but as she moaned and mewled, and as it clung to her breasts and stomach, Max knew that it wasn't a bodily fluid that he knew. The torrent of fluid seemed to go on forever, his sisters body was covered before it finally ended, before he fell forward onto May's body, panting.
The young boy, unsure as to what he had just seen, his eyes no longer transfixed, mind no longer clouded by the vision of his sister in the act of sexual ecstasy managed to move. His small feet moved him backwards, his knees still felt weak; it was all he could do to not fall and reveal himself. As he retreated into the darkness, he heard them whispering things, words of praise and contentment. When he finally managed to get enough strength in his knees, Max turned and fled to his room, relaxing only when he firmly inside and safe behind his door.
As he laid upon his bed, his mind racked itself, trying to make sense of it all. But it couldn't; he had no words to describe it, no means to comprehend the act he just witnessed. Most troubling of all, though, was the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off of his sister's body, off of he bouncing breasts. He had always seen her as a stupid, icky girl... but now? He didn't know; he was so confused. He sighed, he realized that tonight he would be unable to sleep...
It wouldn't be the last night that he lost sleep over his sister.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Because you knew it would happen... May x Dawn porn!
In the wake of her victory, Dawn felt a little guilty; she had just beaten --albeit barely-- the only girl around her age whom she truly idolized. A knot formed in her stomach as she felt that, perhaps, she had just ruined the possible friendship that could have formed. If so, she would be crushed; she had to find out exactly where the two of them now stood.
Without a second thought, Dawn rushed to find May, nearly tripping over her own dress at times. And when she did find her, May was alone, still clad in her dancer outfit, minus the head piece, feeding her Pokemon. Unsure as to what to say, Dawn stood there for what felt like hours, simply watching. The outfit really was amazing, much better than her simple pink dress; she must have put a lot of effort into it. The detail work alone on the top was something that Dawn couldn't hope to do, and the nearly transparent fabric that comprised the dress was something Dawn would have never dared to wear.
Swallowing hard, she knew she had to do something, but as luck would have it May was the first to notice her; rather, her Glaceon did and then alerted May to her presence. When she turned, Dawn expected some malice in the older girls eyes, but there was none; she was greeted with a smile and a wave of a hand.
"Um... hi..."
Dawn finally spoke, feeling awkward; she had no idea what to say, and it showed in her voice. May could sense it and stood, then walked toward her. Wanting to run, Dawn somehow found the ability to stand her ground, and when May reached her, all she did was pat her on the shoulder.
"You did really well today; I didn't expect you to actually win. But then, the whole randomness of these contests are the best part.
I mean, that's the fun of it, you know?"
May's voice was calm and cool, so very reassuring. Dawn was put at ease, but still had to ask;
"So then... you aren't mad...?"
May's smile only grew... and then she broke into a laugh.
"Of course not! I mean, maybe when I was first starting out... but I like to think I've grown since then.
Is that what's wrong? You thought I was mad?"
Dawn could only nod.
"Well, I'm not. Just don't let this go to your head, okay? Just because you beat me doesn't mean you can beat anybody. Take it all in stride and keep getting better."
Dawn nodded once more, a few tears forming in her eyes. She felt like an idiot, a fool to even assume that May would be angry with her. Blinking, May wiped away a few of the tears that began to roll down the younger girls cheeks, before hugging her tightly.
"Hey now, come on..."
May said softly as Dawn returned the hug, holding herself close to the warmth of May's form. She could feel the older girls large breasts pressing against her own developing ones...
"May... I... I'm sorry for being so stupid. For wasting your time like this..."
Dawn mumbled softly.
"You're not..."
"But I am. I... I didn't think you would..."
"Shhh..."
May finally had to tell her, and Dawn swallowed hard. She felt like she had to make it up to May, somehow; make up for her being foolish enough to think that she would be upset, for underestimating her like that. But more, for wasting her time with her stupidity, for having May have to comfort her.
Slowly, Dawn pulled herself away from May, just enough so that they were face to face, and then quickly she leaned in and kissed the older girl on the lips. Shocked, May just stood there, allowing the younger girl to kiss her with force and vigor born of inexperience.
After a few moments, though, and with gentle force May began to try and push Dawn away from her, to end the kiss between them, to try and talk some sense into her, but in the end her actions, combined with Dawn tenacity only caused her to lose her footing and fall backwards. With a thud May fell to the ground and Dawn followed a moment later, landing right on top of her, the large breasts of the older girl breaking her fall.
Stunned, Dawn pulled away from May and looked down at her, cheeks a bright pink in color as she realized just what she had done, and the prone position May was now in. Swallowing hard once more, Dawn decided that this was her chance to do something more than just a kiss.
"Dawn, please... just get off of me and... and we can forget..."
May spoke, her voice trembling. She was so very confused, her head was swimming in thoughts that she wouldn't have even considered before the kiss. But Dawn didn't get off of her, she didn't stop; she merely slipped down May's body, until her face was level with the ample chest of the older girl.
Without a second thought, Dawn pulled May's top up, allowing her large breasts the freedom that they were denied while being constrained by the midriff bearing piece of clothing. Gasping at their size, Dawn swallowed hard for a third time and then licked her lips before placing her small, trembling hands upon them.
With a jerk from May and a gasp of shock, Dawn softly fondled them, squeezing them with gentle force, palm pressing against the hardening nipples of the older, now writhing girl. She mewled softly as Dawn fondled her breasts, a flush covering her upper chest. Moving her hand down May's right breast, Dawn grabbed hold of it and held it high and proud and she leaned forward, then gently licked at the nipple. May moaned loudly, her back arching as the younger one licked at the sensitive, hard little piece of flesh as she fondled the other with increasing force, her palm grinding against the nipple.
"Ah... Dawn..."
May mewled softly between moans as Dawn continued, moans that grew louder once Dawn took the nipple between her lips and sucked while her tongue flicked against it. And as she sucked and licked, Dawn release that breast and slowly ran her fingers down, along the smooth, flawless skin of May's stomach, moving ever further down until she reached the fabric around her waist.
Quickly, then, Dawn shoved her hand between the fabric and May's skin, her fingers moving ever closer to the crotch of the older girl. She mewled, gasped and moaned at the thought of where those fingers would be going in a few moments...
And then they found their way to her crotch, to the panties that were soaked through, to the thin fabric that covered her womanhood. May's hips jerked as Dawn's small fingers traced her wet slit through the clinging fabric, the sucking of her nipple growing in intensity as her tongue lashed against it.
"Ah... ah..."
May mumbled between moans, her mind fogged as Dawn's little fingers slipped under her panties, creeping ever closer to her slit. The moment her finger tips touched her pussy lips, May screamed loudly, the mere touch threatening to send her over the edge.
Slowly, Dawn's fingers ran over May's shaved pussy, tracing her slit, the tips getting sticky with her fluids. Her entire body trembled, her hips jerked with every caress, her moans only growing louder. And then, ever so suddenly Dawn ceased her touching, only to pull the lips open wide with her index and ring fingers.
"Oh God... oh God...!"
May mumbled between gasps and moans as Dawn slowly sank her middle finger between May's quivering, wet pussy lips, her hips jerking with every inch of headway made. Finally, Dawn reached up to her palm, and then slowly she began to pump her finger in and out of May's soaked, slick little long tunnel, and with every thrust she screamed in bliss, her back arching even further, to the point where she could have snapped it in half.
"Ahhhh!"
May cried out with every movement, her hips jerking with every impalement, and her cries only grew louder as Dawn inserted her index finger, and then her ring finger as well. Her pussy juices poured from her ever more defiled hole as the three fingers pounded their way in and out of her, moving with ever increasing speed and force as she loosened up, the pleasure going to her head.
May almost wanted to pass out from it, but she didn't; she couldn't. The pleasure was too great, the feeling too intense; the orgasm that was brewing was much too strong.
She tried to dig her fingers into the hard floor as Dawn stretched her pussy as much as she could, making all manner of lewd, wet noises as she finger fucked the older girl whom she idolized so much. The bottom half of the outfit was ruined now, but neither one cared; the puddle of fluids was a sign of the bliss that Dawn was giving her, a sign of her desire to make May happy.
She tried to tell Dawn that she was about to orgasm, but words failed her, all she could eek out were screams and moans. But even so, Dawn knew; she knew so very well the moments before a screaming orgasm.
She did all that she could to make it the best orgasm that May had ever had, sucking her nipple with all the force she can muster while squeezing and tugging the other, her fingers pounding May's pussy, her arm beginning to ache from the sheer force of it all.
She was on the brink, May could feel herself on the very edge of her orgasm. Her hands balled into fists as her toes curled, every muscle in her body began to tense up as she screamed louder and louder... and then it finally happened.
May screamed loud and long, to the point where her throat was raw and sore as she orgasmed, a torrent of thick fluids erupting from her tunnel of love, forcing Dawn's fingers out of her while her inner muscles spasmed out of control.
Her entire body locked up at that point, her lungs emptied as her mouth remains open in a silent scream as the orgasm ripped through her slender form while Dawn continued to abuse her nipples, as though trying to extent the pure bliss that May was experiencing.
As her orgasm slowly began to lessen, as the majority of it had already torn through her body, May's muscles slowly began to relax. Her juices still poured from her hole as she was able to breathing once more, her hands unballing as her toes uncurled.
And as May came down, Dawn pulled herself from her ample chest and merely watched as she she panted, as she recovered from the best orgasm of her life, a smile on her face.
For even if they wouldn't see each other for a while after this, Dawn knew that May would never forget her... and that no matter what happened, Dawn knew exactly how to make may forgive her.
Without a second thought, Dawn rushed to find May, nearly tripping over her own dress at times. And when she did find her, May was alone, still clad in her dancer outfit, minus the head piece, feeding her Pokemon. Unsure as to what to say, Dawn stood there for what felt like hours, simply watching. The outfit really was amazing, much better than her simple pink dress; she must have put a lot of effort into it. The detail work alone on the top was something that Dawn couldn't hope to do, and the nearly transparent fabric that comprised the dress was something Dawn would have never dared to wear.
Swallowing hard, she knew she had to do something, but as luck would have it May was the first to notice her; rather, her Glaceon did and then alerted May to her presence. When she turned, Dawn expected some malice in the older girls eyes, but there was none; she was greeted with a smile and a wave of a hand.
"Um... hi..."
Dawn finally spoke, feeling awkward; she had no idea what to say, and it showed in her voice. May could sense it and stood, then walked toward her. Wanting to run, Dawn somehow found the ability to stand her ground, and when May reached her, all she did was pat her on the shoulder.
"You did really well today; I didn't expect you to actually win. But then, the whole randomness of these contests are the best part.
I mean, that's the fun of it, you know?"
May's voice was calm and cool, so very reassuring. Dawn was put at ease, but still had to ask;
"So then... you aren't mad...?"
May's smile only grew... and then she broke into a laugh.
"Of course not! I mean, maybe when I was first starting out... but I like to think I've grown since then.
Is that what's wrong? You thought I was mad?"
Dawn could only nod.
"Well, I'm not. Just don't let this go to your head, okay? Just because you beat me doesn't mean you can beat anybody. Take it all in stride and keep getting better."
Dawn nodded once more, a few tears forming in her eyes. She felt like an idiot, a fool to even assume that May would be angry with her. Blinking, May wiped away a few of the tears that began to roll down the younger girls cheeks, before hugging her tightly.
"Hey now, come on..."
May said softly as Dawn returned the hug, holding herself close to the warmth of May's form. She could feel the older girls large breasts pressing against her own developing ones...
"May... I... I'm sorry for being so stupid. For wasting your time like this..."
Dawn mumbled softly.
"You're not..."
"But I am. I... I didn't think you would..."
"Shhh..."
May finally had to tell her, and Dawn swallowed hard. She felt like she had to make it up to May, somehow; make up for her being foolish enough to think that she would be upset, for underestimating her like that. But more, for wasting her time with her stupidity, for having May have to comfort her.
Slowly, Dawn pulled herself away from May, just enough so that they were face to face, and then quickly she leaned in and kissed the older girl on the lips. Shocked, May just stood there, allowing the younger girl to kiss her with force and vigor born of inexperience.
After a few moments, though, and with gentle force May began to try and push Dawn away from her, to end the kiss between them, to try and talk some sense into her, but in the end her actions, combined with Dawn tenacity only caused her to lose her footing and fall backwards. With a thud May fell to the ground and Dawn followed a moment later, landing right on top of her, the large breasts of the older girl breaking her fall.
Stunned, Dawn pulled away from May and looked down at her, cheeks a bright pink in color as she realized just what she had done, and the prone position May was now in. Swallowing hard once more, Dawn decided that this was her chance to do something more than just a kiss.
"Dawn, please... just get off of me and... and we can forget..."
May spoke, her voice trembling. She was so very confused, her head was swimming in thoughts that she wouldn't have even considered before the kiss. But Dawn didn't get off of her, she didn't stop; she merely slipped down May's body, until her face was level with the ample chest of the older girl.
Without a second thought, Dawn pulled May's top up, allowing her large breasts the freedom that they were denied while being constrained by the midriff bearing piece of clothing. Gasping at their size, Dawn swallowed hard for a third time and then licked her lips before placing her small, trembling hands upon them.
With a jerk from May and a gasp of shock, Dawn softly fondled them, squeezing them with gentle force, palm pressing against the hardening nipples of the older, now writhing girl. She mewled softly as Dawn fondled her breasts, a flush covering her upper chest. Moving her hand down May's right breast, Dawn grabbed hold of it and held it high and proud and she leaned forward, then gently licked at the nipple. May moaned loudly, her back arching as the younger one licked at the sensitive, hard little piece of flesh as she fondled the other with increasing force, her palm grinding against the nipple.
"Ah... Dawn..."
May mewled softly between moans as Dawn continued, moans that grew louder once Dawn took the nipple between her lips and sucked while her tongue flicked against it. And as she sucked and licked, Dawn release that breast and slowly ran her fingers down, along the smooth, flawless skin of May's stomach, moving ever further down until she reached the fabric around her waist.
Quickly, then, Dawn shoved her hand between the fabric and May's skin, her fingers moving ever closer to the crotch of the older girl. She mewled, gasped and moaned at the thought of where those fingers would be going in a few moments...
And then they found their way to her crotch, to the panties that were soaked through, to the thin fabric that covered her womanhood. May's hips jerked as Dawn's small fingers traced her wet slit through the clinging fabric, the sucking of her nipple growing in intensity as her tongue lashed against it.
"Ah... ah..."
May mumbled between moans, her mind fogged as Dawn's little fingers slipped under her panties, creeping ever closer to her slit. The moment her finger tips touched her pussy lips, May screamed loudly, the mere touch threatening to send her over the edge.
Slowly, Dawn's fingers ran over May's shaved pussy, tracing her slit, the tips getting sticky with her fluids. Her entire body trembled, her hips jerked with every caress, her moans only growing louder. And then, ever so suddenly Dawn ceased her touching, only to pull the lips open wide with her index and ring fingers.
"Oh God... oh God...!"
May mumbled between gasps and moans as Dawn slowly sank her middle finger between May's quivering, wet pussy lips, her hips jerking with every inch of headway made. Finally, Dawn reached up to her palm, and then slowly she began to pump her finger in and out of May's soaked, slick little long tunnel, and with every thrust she screamed in bliss, her back arching even further, to the point where she could have snapped it in half.
"Ahhhh!"
May cried out with every movement, her hips jerking with every impalement, and her cries only grew louder as Dawn inserted her index finger, and then her ring finger as well. Her pussy juices poured from her ever more defiled hole as the three fingers pounded their way in and out of her, moving with ever increasing speed and force as she loosened up, the pleasure going to her head.
May almost wanted to pass out from it, but she didn't; she couldn't. The pleasure was too great, the feeling too intense; the orgasm that was brewing was much too strong.
She tried to dig her fingers into the hard floor as Dawn stretched her pussy as much as she could, making all manner of lewd, wet noises as she finger fucked the older girl whom she idolized so much. The bottom half of the outfit was ruined now, but neither one cared; the puddle of fluids was a sign of the bliss that Dawn was giving her, a sign of her desire to make May happy.
She tried to tell Dawn that she was about to orgasm, but words failed her, all she could eek out were screams and moans. But even so, Dawn knew; she knew so very well the moments before a screaming orgasm.
She did all that she could to make it the best orgasm that May had ever had, sucking her nipple with all the force she can muster while squeezing and tugging the other, her fingers pounding May's pussy, her arm beginning to ache from the sheer force of it all.
She was on the brink, May could feel herself on the very edge of her orgasm. Her hands balled into fists as her toes curled, every muscle in her body began to tense up as she screamed louder and louder... and then it finally happened.
May screamed loud and long, to the point where her throat was raw and sore as she orgasmed, a torrent of thick fluids erupting from her tunnel of love, forcing Dawn's fingers out of her while her inner muscles spasmed out of control.
Her entire body locked up at that point, her lungs emptied as her mouth remains open in a silent scream as the orgasm ripped through her slender form while Dawn continued to abuse her nipples, as though trying to extent the pure bliss that May was experiencing.
As her orgasm slowly began to lessen, as the majority of it had already torn through her body, May's muscles slowly began to relax. Her juices still poured from her hole as she was able to breathing once more, her hands unballing as her toes uncurled.
And as May came down, Dawn pulled herself from her ample chest and merely watched as she she panted, as she recovered from the best orgasm of her life, a smile on her face.
For even if they wouldn't see each other for a while after this, Dawn knew that May would never forget her... and that no matter what happened, Dawn knew exactly how to make may forgive her.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Blazing Passion In The Fire Gym
Seth knew that the Lavaridge Gym was supposed to be devoted to Fire Pokemon, but he didn't expect it to actually be a damned sauna. He was sweating like crazy by the time he managed to get to the Gym Leader, and the fact that it was full of hot steam wasn't helping either. Normally he'd enjoy a good steam, but not when it came coupled with battles against other trainers. It was too hot think and the steam made it hard to see what he was doing, much less what his foe was doing.
His clothing was moist and clinging to his body as he stood before what he assumed was the Gym Leader, the steam and his own sweat getting in his eyes, making it difficult to see. He couldn't make the Leader out, but he could hear his breathing; it seemed that the Leader didn't know Seth was there... or maybe he did know and just wanted to get a psychological edge over his foe.
"So, are you the Gym Leader?"
He asked, trying to wipe the sweat from his eyes to get a better view, but that only seemed to impede his eyes sight even further. The Leader didn't seem to even want to acknowledge that Seth was there, which only served to annoy him. Quickly Seth went into action, snatching up a Poke Ball on his belt and expanding it. Then he the sphere to the ground, causing it to split in half and unleash a torrent of light and energy upon coming within a few inches of the surface below his feet.
"Blow this accursed steam away, Pidgeot."
He commanded the immense bird that materialized from the glorious show as the sphere flew back to his hand, as though it knew exactly where to go. The large bird, which was airborne the very instant it retook solid form flapped its wings with impressive speed and force, whipping up a small tornado that caused the steam to dissipate and allowed Seth to actually see further than his own hand. To his surprise he saw the Gym Leader... and it wasn't a man at all.
"You... you're a teenage girl?!"
He was surprised to say the least; he thought the Lavaridge Gym Leader was an elderly man. That's what his Guide Book said, anyway... perhaps he was sick, or that this was a sudden change. But he wasn't complaining about this turn of events; it's not every day he gets to challenge such a lovely thing to a battle. She was clad in a black, form fitting little shirt that barely went below her breasts and bore the symbol of a flame right between her firm, supple looking mounds and a pair of simple blue jeans that went past her ankles but could barely make it above her hips, a large belt seemingly holding them up and ensuring that her panties weren't exposed. Her long hair was as fiery red as the magma of the volcano on which the town was built, a blue hair band holding it up, making it spill out in multiple directions; perhaps she was trying to make it look like lava exploding from a volcano, to fit the theme.
Seth couldn't help but leer at the young woman, he wasn't exactly used to seeing such girls battling. Most of the women he had battled were either much younger than him or very formal and demure, their bodies clad in far more clothing without giving many subtle hints about their glorious physical forms. She didn't even seem to notice he was there, her eyes were closed as her head moved back and forth, as if nodding. Upon closer inspection --when he was able to tear his eyes from her chest-- he noticed that she was wearing a pair of white earphones which lead to a small device clipped on her belt; she must have been absorbed by the music she was listening to.
His clothing was moist and clinging to his body as he stood before what he assumed was the Gym Leader, the steam and his own sweat getting in his eyes, making it difficult to see. He couldn't make the Leader out, but he could hear his breathing; it seemed that the Leader didn't know Seth was there... or maybe he did know and just wanted to get a psychological edge over his foe.
"So, are you the Gym Leader?"
He asked, trying to wipe the sweat from his eyes to get a better view, but that only seemed to impede his eyes sight even further. The Leader didn't seem to even want to acknowledge that Seth was there, which only served to annoy him. Quickly Seth went into action, snatching up a Poke Ball on his belt and expanding it. Then he the sphere to the ground, causing it to split in half and unleash a torrent of light and energy upon coming within a few inches of the surface below his feet.
"Blow this accursed steam away, Pidgeot."
He commanded the immense bird that materialized from the glorious show as the sphere flew back to his hand, as though it knew exactly where to go. The large bird, which was airborne the very instant it retook solid form flapped its wings with impressive speed and force, whipping up a small tornado that caused the steam to dissipate and allowed Seth to actually see further than his own hand. To his surprise he saw the Gym Leader... and it wasn't a man at all.
"You... you're a teenage girl?!"
He was surprised to say the least; he thought the Lavaridge Gym Leader was an elderly man. That's what his Guide Book said, anyway... perhaps he was sick, or that this was a sudden change. But he wasn't complaining about this turn of events; it's not every day he gets to challenge such a lovely thing to a battle. She was clad in a black, form fitting little shirt that barely went below her breasts and bore the symbol of a flame right between her firm, supple looking mounds and a pair of simple blue jeans that went past her ankles but could barely make it above her hips, a large belt seemingly holding them up and ensuring that her panties weren't exposed. Her long hair was as fiery red as the magma of the volcano on which the town was built, a blue hair band holding it up, making it spill out in multiple directions; perhaps she was trying to make it look like lava exploding from a volcano, to fit the theme.
Seth couldn't help but leer at the young woman, he wasn't exactly used to seeing such girls battling. Most of the women he had battled were either much younger than him or very formal and demure, their bodies clad in far more clothing without giving many subtle hints about their glorious physical forms. She didn't even seem to notice he was there, her eyes were closed as her head moved back and forth, as if nodding. Upon closer inspection --when he was able to tear his eyes from her chest-- he noticed that she was wearing a pair of white earphones which lead to a small device clipped on her belt; she must have been absorbed by the music she was listening to.
Gardevoir
He wasn't sure why he felt the way that he did, but he knew that he did. It all began when she was a little Kirlia, so small and cute, curling up in his lap on so many lazy day. She squirmed and writhed about on him as he stroked her little red horns; it seemed almost sexual in a way, his playing with one of her most sensitive of areas.But it wasn't!
Well maybe it was, for her atleast. She squirmed so very much, a little too much for it to be perfectly innocent; she wanted him to do it to her so many times over. He indulged her, of course... how could he not give his beloved little Kirlia that which she desired? Looking back at it, this was when he first realized that she could be sexual, or rather sexually excited by anything he could do to her.
But regardless, all of this horn rubbing was never actually sexual for him, it wasn't something that really had an effect on him... on its own, anyway. No, what was sexual for him was all of her squirming and writhing against his lap and thus his crotch. Several times when he would play with her horns, he would grow really very hard, and try as he might, he could never hide it, much less supress the raging monster in his pants.
At first, he thought it so incredibly wrong and disgusting, but with time he came to enjoy her squirming, and paid her back several fold by manhandling her little horns with ever increasing effort. Or rather, that's what he wanted to believe, but in reality he simply pleasured her just so she would rub herself against him with equal vigor. He felt bad every single time after the fact, but he couldn't stop... and she never showed any signs of not liking it.
Sometimes he could have sworn that she was, in actuality squirming and writhing against his crotch with more force than what she have been, given what he was giving her. It was as if she was trying to please him, just as he was trying to please her. But it all changed when she evolved into a Gardevoir; she was so much bigger, so much more... womanly, in Human terms. She was shy around him, she would back away when he tried to touch her.
Perhaps, in a more evolved and mature state, she was disgusted by what he had done to her in the past. He quickly became so very lonely, missing his little Kirlia that seemed to love him so much... she'd been replaced by a Gardevoir that, while more powerful, refused to be near him at all.
She could feel it, she could feel just how lonely he had become since she evolved; his emotions struck deep in her heart, they felt like they would tear it in half. He was her first and only trainer, but more than that he was the only creature that she had known for nearly the whole of her existence; he caught her when she was only a few days out of her egg as a Ralts.
She cared so very much for him, to the point of which any Human would call love if she were one of them. She would give her life for the sake of his, she would do whatever it took to protect him, and if any harm were to befall him, she would do all that was in her power to see to it that any who caused it would suffer.
She wanted him to be so very happy, but she just couldn't bring herself to be near him. She was confused over what he had done to her when she was younger, smaller. It's not that she didn't love it; she felt so very good whenever he played with her in such a way, and in her innocence, she enjoyed getting a reaction out of him. His suspicions were correct, she had squirmed and writhed about on his lap simply to get him horny.
But now that she was capable of complex thought, she had to wonder... was thought wrong? Despite being a Pokemon, she's so close to being Human mentally and emotionally that she could understand and feel the major differences between herself and him. They're two different species, and while she'd built like a Human female... she isn't one. It was wrong, socially and morally to want to be with him, for him to have done those things. But more importantly, what he could do with her in the future, if she gave herself over to him could be far worse than what he did with her then.
She, a Pokemon, was having a crisis of morality. But it wasn't for herself, not at all... she wanted to give herself to him, body, mind, heart and soul. She wanted to be with him so badly, she wanted him to love her, hold her, caress her... and do so much more, things she could barely wrap her mind around but felt in the depths of the carnal instincts that Humans possess.
He was her master, her trainer, her friend, her family; he was, in essence, her entire world, and she wanted him to be everything to her, to do everything with her. But she couldn't, it just wasn't right! He'd be a nearly total outcast of society if anybody found out, he would be the subject of mockery, ridicule and the depths of Human cruelty.
She didn't want him to hurt emotionally, or worse, to actually be hurt physically. As much as it pains her to feel his deep loneliness now, things in the future would be even worse; he could blame her for whatever happens. He'd hate her, so very much, then he'd abandon her all together in the wild somewhere...
She doesn't want to lose him that way
Well maybe it was, for her atleast. She squirmed so very much, a little too much for it to be perfectly innocent; she wanted him to do it to her so many times over. He indulged her, of course... how could he not give his beloved little Kirlia that which she desired? Looking back at it, this was when he first realized that she could be sexual, or rather sexually excited by anything he could do to her.
But regardless, all of this horn rubbing was never actually sexual for him, it wasn't something that really had an effect on him... on its own, anyway. No, what was sexual for him was all of her squirming and writhing against his lap and thus his crotch. Several times when he would play with her horns, he would grow really very hard, and try as he might, he could never hide it, much less supress the raging monster in his pants.
At first, he thought it so incredibly wrong and disgusting, but with time he came to enjoy her squirming, and paid her back several fold by manhandling her little horns with ever increasing effort. Or rather, that's what he wanted to believe, but in reality he simply pleasured her just so she would rub herself against him with equal vigor. He felt bad every single time after the fact, but he couldn't stop... and she never showed any signs of not liking it.
Sometimes he could have sworn that she was, in actuality squirming and writhing against his crotch with more force than what she have been, given what he was giving her. It was as if she was trying to please him, just as he was trying to please her. But it all changed when she evolved into a Gardevoir; she was so much bigger, so much more... womanly, in Human terms. She was shy around him, she would back away when he tried to touch her.
Perhaps, in a more evolved and mature state, she was disgusted by what he had done to her in the past. He quickly became so very lonely, missing his little Kirlia that seemed to love him so much... she'd been replaced by a Gardevoir that, while more powerful, refused to be near him at all.
She could feel it, she could feel just how lonely he had become since she evolved; his emotions struck deep in her heart, they felt like they would tear it in half. He was her first and only trainer, but more than that he was the only creature that she had known for nearly the whole of her existence; he caught her when she was only a few days out of her egg as a Ralts.
She cared so very much for him, to the point of which any Human would call love if she were one of them. She would give her life for the sake of his, she would do whatever it took to protect him, and if any harm were to befall him, she would do all that was in her power to see to it that any who caused it would suffer.
She wanted him to be so very happy, but she just couldn't bring herself to be near him. She was confused over what he had done to her when she was younger, smaller. It's not that she didn't love it; she felt so very good whenever he played with her in such a way, and in her innocence, she enjoyed getting a reaction out of him. His suspicions were correct, she had squirmed and writhed about on his lap simply to get him horny.
But now that she was capable of complex thought, she had to wonder... was thought wrong? Despite being a Pokemon, she's so close to being Human mentally and emotionally that she could understand and feel the major differences between herself and him. They're two different species, and while she'd built like a Human female... she isn't one. It was wrong, socially and morally to want to be with him, for him to have done those things. But more importantly, what he could do with her in the future, if she gave herself over to him could be far worse than what he did with her then.
She, a Pokemon, was having a crisis of morality. But it wasn't for herself, not at all... she wanted to give herself to him, body, mind, heart and soul. She wanted to be with him so badly, she wanted him to love her, hold her, caress her... and do so much more, things she could barely wrap her mind around but felt in the depths of the carnal instincts that Humans possess.
He was her master, her trainer, her friend, her family; he was, in essence, her entire world, and she wanted him to be everything to her, to do everything with her. But she couldn't, it just wasn't right! He'd be a nearly total outcast of society if anybody found out, he would be the subject of mockery, ridicule and the depths of Human cruelty.
She didn't want him to hurt emotionally, or worse, to actually be hurt physically. As much as it pains her to feel his deep loneliness now, things in the future would be even worse; he could blame her for whatever happens. He'd hate her, so very much, then he'd abandon her all together in the wild somewhere...
She doesn't want to lose him that way
Nobody Will Save You
It seemed like just another normal day at the Johto Radio Tower in Goldenrod City. May of the numerous daily broadcasts were going off without any technical problems, there were no crazed fans trying to break into the place looking for autographs and people were mulling about in the cafeteria, just chatting about, eating a late lunch.
Mary was amongst them. Having just finished her most recent show, she had a little time to kill before the next. Having missed breakfast due to being late, she had a hard time concentrating during her broadcast. Despite being a rather small and slender girl, her appetite was vast, resulting in getting several looks from her fellow employees as she passed by on her way to her table, her tray loaded down with much food.
Finally, she sat down and assumed that things would be better in a short while... oh how wrong she was. As she finally got down to eating --and nearly having an orgasm, it was so good to have food in her stomach-- she failed to notice, unlike many of her peers, that several security guards had gone missing. Normally, several could be seen around this time, on their normal coffee break. But they all wrote it off, it had happened before, most likely some fans had gotten a little too rowdy in the visitors center on the first floor.
The time passed by quickly, it seemed, atleast for the slender red head, as it always did when it came to food. So focused on her food, in-fact, that the not so subtle vanishing of several people went completely unnoticed. It wasn't until the loud yelping of an animal that she even though of something other than her meal, and by that time, the room was mostly devoid of life.
Just as she stood up to investigate, she suddenly felt... tired. But it wasn't the normal feeling when you eat a big meal, it wasn't a common working too hard and being a little worn out tired. No, this was the kind that one normally feels when they're completely spent, when they've used all their energy, the kind that brings on a deep, deep sleep.
Her eyes grew heavy, as did her small form. She yawned, so very loudly, she felt like she was going to collapse. She tried to fight it, to stay awake, but that only made her even more tired. She turned, with the intent to walk away from her table... but she only made it a few steps before her legs gave out on. She fell to her knees, and her eyes grew so heavy that she couldn't keep them open with all of her will power. Just as they were closing shut, she could see a dark shape, it looked like a person, only much smaller than her. Her last thought was nothing more than a garble when, finally, she slipped into a deep, deep sleep.
Her sleep was deep and black, there was nothing more to it. She felt no dreams, it was as if her mind simply shut down completely when she feel into a near coma. She was unaware of anything that was happening around her, she was completely unaware of her being moved, or the voices of the others around her.
He dragged her along by a slender arm, causing her to whimper as his grip tightened, so she couldn't get away. He was She had a hard time keeping up with him, he seemed to be in a hurry to take her... wherever he was taking her to. She had no idea what he had in mind for her, or why he singled her out when there were so many others who worked in the station. After all, she had no idea why the supposedly broken up Team Rocket would want with the station in the first place, so it was natural that she couldn't dare hope to understand what purpose he could have for her at the moment...
The naive fool.
They turned a corner, and she found herself pulled into a room, a dark room. He stopped, but she found herself being pulled forward, past him, then he let go of her, causing her to nearly trip while moving past him. Regaining her balance, she went to turn, but just then, the lights came on. Instead of turning, she took in the room around her; it was small, containing a table and some chairs. She almost instantly recognized it as small meeting room... in-fact, she's been in here before.
Taking advantage of her distraction, the grunt closed the door, then crept closer to the red head. Before she could take notice of this, he pounced, arms wrapping around her own, hands finding their way to her chest. She gasped and struggled against him as his hands squeezed her breasts, fondling her. Her small hands grabbed his arms and attempted to pull them away, but he was much too strong for her. Then, she attempted to scream for help, which brought about a chuckle from him.
Leaning in close to her, his lips were at the very edge of her ear, she shivered and trembled with every breath he exhaled. He entire body shook as she realized all too quickly that every attempt at getting away from him would be futile, that she was just too small, too weak to break his grip. She was close to losing hope, the only thing keeping it alive was the belief that, soon, somebody would come and save her, somebody would have heard her screams.
"Scream all you want, girl, nobody will come to save you...!"
He said, whispering into her ear, and then, he chuckled again, feeling her body sink slightly into his own, as if she was losing the will to resist. She began to whimper softly, body trembling, her hope fading into near non-existence. She found herself in conflict, half of her wanting to simply give into him to try and enjoy what he was going to do with her, but the other half moan, while the other half wanted to simply get away from him by any means she could, to crawl into a dark hole and hide for the rest of her life.
She was finding herself slipping into trying to enjoy his use of her, his hands were squeezing her breasts so roughly, her nipples, already hard, grinding into both the fabric of her tight shirt and his palms. She wanted to moan, to give herself up, to sink into depravity... but she couldn't At the very least, she had some dignity left, and even if all hope was lost, she could atleast try to maintain her self respect.
"Please... just let me go..."
She asked in a soft tone, voice trembling, hints of despair laced within. He didn't say anything to that, but she knew, deep inside, he was laughing at her, at how pathetic she sounded, at how utterly futile her words were. But, what he did do was squeeze her breasts even harder than before, manhandling her tits without any regard for the pain she may feel. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, it's been so long, so very, very long since she's been treated this way... since her tits have been so deliciously abused by a pair of strong hands.
Before she knew it, her back was arched, pushing her chest outward, as if to give him more to molest and abuse. She didn't know why... okay, she did know, but, she didn't know why it happened, she didn't even think about doing it... she just did. And he took advantage of it, naturally, his palms enclose the whole of her small, supple breasts, squeezing them from all sides, her nipples, suffering from a sort of rub burn from being rubbed so hard against her clothing were so tender and sore.
It was fantastic, the mix of pain and pleasure she was getting from them... it was almost enough to make her want to give in...
Then, his right hand slipped down her chest, away from her breast... and, before she could stop herself, she whined, missing its abuse already. She almost instantly scolded herself, she had to be stronger than this, she had to hold out... she had t-
She suddenly cried out in pleasure, moaning like a cheap slut as two of his fingers sank into her crotch, pressing hard against her panty covered slit, which was just barely hidden under her incredibly tiny, tight little brown skirt. Her entire body trembled, she whimpered, whined and moaned more as his fingers dug ever further, her panties, already soaked just getting ever more moist.
"So, you truly are into this, hmmm?"
He asks, mocking her. She couldn't answer, she couldn't dare to open her mouth, lest another loud moan escape as she tries to deny it, or in the middle of her denial. But, her legs told him all he needed to know, as they began to open, as if trying to invite him in even more. Then, his fingers stopped, but soon after that, they began to move against her, in slow, painfully slow sawing motion, right along her small slit, the fabric of her panties clinging to her mound.
She bit down on her lip again, attempting to muffle her cries of pleasure as his fingers suddenly began to move faster... oh so much faster than before. Her legs trembled, threatening to give out while his fingers dug deep into her, pressing her panties between her lips as his fingers pressed forward, pushing them open. She couldn't help it... she moaned, and moaned loudly as the fabric dragged between them, forced along by his fingers...
But, they all changed when, suddenly, he removed his fingers from between her lips, then grabbed a hold of her panties. Quickly, he ripped them from her body, then threw them aside, leaving her exposed to the room air of the room. She shivered softly, then shuddered, the cool air on her slick, moist little crotch felt good... albeit a little cold.
Soon, however, she forgot about it as he shoved her forward suddenly, her legs hitting the edge of the table in the room. She whimpered as he pushed her forward, bending her over, and then cried out in shock when the hand upon her chest suddenly jerked to the side, ripping off her top. She looked over her shoulder at him, fear in her eyes, wondering what he has in store for her... as if she couldn't guess. And, before she knew it, he wrapped the torn remains of her shirt around her wrists, then tied it, binding her arms behind her back.
Arms bound, panties torn from her body and bend over a table, which, in turn, is causing her tiny little skirt to ride up, further exposing her crotch while exposing her now bare little ass... how could things get any worse? Well, they did, for, moments after the arm binding, he pushed her down, almost to her knees... but the table top she was bend over stopped that. She whined loudly the instant her hard, bare nipples came into contact with it, feeling how cold it was, her breasts squished against it, barely being supported by her legs, which were bending in a horribly uncomfortable way.
Mary was amongst them. Having just finished her most recent show, she had a little time to kill before the next. Having missed breakfast due to being late, she had a hard time concentrating during her broadcast. Despite being a rather small and slender girl, her appetite was vast, resulting in getting several looks from her fellow employees as she passed by on her way to her table, her tray loaded down with much food.
Finally, she sat down and assumed that things would be better in a short while... oh how wrong she was. As she finally got down to eating --and nearly having an orgasm, it was so good to have food in her stomach-- she failed to notice, unlike many of her peers, that several security guards had gone missing. Normally, several could be seen around this time, on their normal coffee break. But they all wrote it off, it had happened before, most likely some fans had gotten a little too rowdy in the visitors center on the first floor.
The time passed by quickly, it seemed, atleast for the slender red head, as it always did when it came to food. So focused on her food, in-fact, that the not so subtle vanishing of several people went completely unnoticed. It wasn't until the loud yelping of an animal that she even though of something other than her meal, and by that time, the room was mostly devoid of life.
Just as she stood up to investigate, she suddenly felt... tired. But it wasn't the normal feeling when you eat a big meal, it wasn't a common working too hard and being a little worn out tired. No, this was the kind that one normally feels when they're completely spent, when they've used all their energy, the kind that brings on a deep, deep sleep.
Her eyes grew heavy, as did her small form. She yawned, so very loudly, she felt like she was going to collapse. She tried to fight it, to stay awake, but that only made her even more tired. She turned, with the intent to walk away from her table... but she only made it a few steps before her legs gave out on. She fell to her knees, and her eyes grew so heavy that she couldn't keep them open with all of her will power. Just as they were closing shut, she could see a dark shape, it looked like a person, only much smaller than her. Her last thought was nothing more than a garble when, finally, she slipped into a deep, deep sleep.
Her sleep was deep and black, there was nothing more to it. She felt no dreams, it was as if her mind simply shut down completely when she feel into a near coma. She was unaware of anything that was happening around her, she was completely unaware of her being moved, or the voices of the others around her.
He dragged her along by a slender arm, causing her to whimper as his grip tightened, so she couldn't get away. He was She had a hard time keeping up with him, he seemed to be in a hurry to take her... wherever he was taking her to. She had no idea what he had in mind for her, or why he singled her out when there were so many others who worked in the station. After all, she had no idea why the supposedly broken up Team Rocket would want with the station in the first place, so it was natural that she couldn't dare hope to understand what purpose he could have for her at the moment...
The naive fool.
They turned a corner, and she found herself pulled into a room, a dark room. He stopped, but she found herself being pulled forward, past him, then he let go of her, causing her to nearly trip while moving past him. Regaining her balance, she went to turn, but just then, the lights came on. Instead of turning, she took in the room around her; it was small, containing a table and some chairs. She almost instantly recognized it as small meeting room... in-fact, she's been in here before.
Taking advantage of her distraction, the grunt closed the door, then crept closer to the red head. Before she could take notice of this, he pounced, arms wrapping around her own, hands finding their way to her chest. She gasped and struggled against him as his hands squeezed her breasts, fondling her. Her small hands grabbed his arms and attempted to pull them away, but he was much too strong for her. Then, she attempted to scream for help, which brought about a chuckle from him.
Leaning in close to her, his lips were at the very edge of her ear, she shivered and trembled with every breath he exhaled. He entire body shook as she realized all too quickly that every attempt at getting away from him would be futile, that she was just too small, too weak to break his grip. She was close to losing hope, the only thing keeping it alive was the belief that, soon, somebody would come and save her, somebody would have heard her screams.
"Scream all you want, girl, nobody will come to save you...!"
He said, whispering into her ear, and then, he chuckled again, feeling her body sink slightly into his own, as if she was losing the will to resist. She began to whimper softly, body trembling, her hope fading into near non-existence. She found herself in conflict, half of her wanting to simply give into him to try and enjoy what he was going to do with her, but the other half moan, while the other half wanted to simply get away from him by any means she could, to crawl into a dark hole and hide for the rest of her life.
She was finding herself slipping into trying to enjoy his use of her, his hands were squeezing her breasts so roughly, her nipples, already hard, grinding into both the fabric of her tight shirt and his palms. She wanted to moan, to give herself up, to sink into depravity... but she couldn't At the very least, she had some dignity left, and even if all hope was lost, she could atleast try to maintain her self respect.
"Please... just let me go..."
She asked in a soft tone, voice trembling, hints of despair laced within. He didn't say anything to that, but she knew, deep inside, he was laughing at her, at how pathetic she sounded, at how utterly futile her words were. But, what he did do was squeeze her breasts even harder than before, manhandling her tits without any regard for the pain she may feel. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, it's been so long, so very, very long since she's been treated this way... since her tits have been so deliciously abused by a pair of strong hands.
Before she knew it, her back was arched, pushing her chest outward, as if to give him more to molest and abuse. She didn't know why... okay, she did know, but, she didn't know why it happened, she didn't even think about doing it... she just did. And he took advantage of it, naturally, his palms enclose the whole of her small, supple breasts, squeezing them from all sides, her nipples, suffering from a sort of rub burn from being rubbed so hard against her clothing were so tender and sore.
It was fantastic, the mix of pain and pleasure she was getting from them... it was almost enough to make her want to give in...
Then, his right hand slipped down her chest, away from her breast... and, before she could stop herself, she whined, missing its abuse already. She almost instantly scolded herself, she had to be stronger than this, she had to hold out... she had t-
She suddenly cried out in pleasure, moaning like a cheap slut as two of his fingers sank into her crotch, pressing hard against her panty covered slit, which was just barely hidden under her incredibly tiny, tight little brown skirt. Her entire body trembled, she whimpered, whined and moaned more as his fingers dug ever further, her panties, already soaked just getting ever more moist.
"So, you truly are into this, hmmm?"
He asks, mocking her. She couldn't answer, she couldn't dare to open her mouth, lest another loud moan escape as she tries to deny it, or in the middle of her denial. But, her legs told him all he needed to know, as they began to open, as if trying to invite him in even more. Then, his fingers stopped, but soon after that, they began to move against her, in slow, painfully slow sawing motion, right along her small slit, the fabric of her panties clinging to her mound.
She bit down on her lip again, attempting to muffle her cries of pleasure as his fingers suddenly began to move faster... oh so much faster than before. Her legs trembled, threatening to give out while his fingers dug deep into her, pressing her panties between her lips as his fingers pressed forward, pushing them open. She couldn't help it... she moaned, and moaned loudly as the fabric dragged between them, forced along by his fingers...
But, they all changed when, suddenly, he removed his fingers from between her lips, then grabbed a hold of her panties. Quickly, he ripped them from her body, then threw them aside, leaving her exposed to the room air of the room. She shivered softly, then shuddered, the cool air on her slick, moist little crotch felt good... albeit a little cold.
Soon, however, she forgot about it as he shoved her forward suddenly, her legs hitting the edge of the table in the room. She whimpered as he pushed her forward, bending her over, and then cried out in shock when the hand upon her chest suddenly jerked to the side, ripping off her top. She looked over her shoulder at him, fear in her eyes, wondering what he has in store for her... as if she couldn't guess. And, before she knew it, he wrapped the torn remains of her shirt around her wrists, then tied it, binding her arms behind her back.
Arms bound, panties torn from her body and bend over a table, which, in turn, is causing her tiny little skirt to ride up, further exposing her crotch while exposing her now bare little ass... how could things get any worse? Well, they did, for, moments after the arm binding, he pushed her down, almost to her knees... but the table top she was bend over stopped that. She whined loudly the instant her hard, bare nipples came into contact with it, feeling how cold it was, her breasts squished against it, barely being supported by her legs, which were bending in a horribly uncomfortable way.
Alas For The Lass
He was traveling through one of the deeper, darker corners of a forest, full of trees that were easily hundreds of years old. he figured it would be an easy path, few trainers would bother to come here, not when they could crowd around the more well beaten trails and challenge people like a pack of idiots.
It was a nice, relaxing walk for him, his trusty Houndoom at his side to make sure nothing got the jump on them as they walked along. Little patches of sunlight somehow manages to filter through the canopy, making a flashlight, or the flames of his trusty companion unnecessary most of the time.
For a long while, there was mostly silence, save for the normal sounds one might expected in a forest, the rustle of leafs, the sound of furry little animals, and some larger four legged beasts, but nothing artificial. He was starting to really believe he was all along in this place... of course, that's when he heard it; a voice.
It was female... young, too; early to mid teens, easily. He sighed, knowing that, where there was one, there must have been more. He figured that he'd just avoid her, but, for some reason, he found himself heading toward the sound of her voice. he wasn't sure why, really, maybe he was curious, maybe he really wanted to see if there were more around... maybe he just wanted to see if she was cute.
Regardless, he found himself coming across a small clearing, which was odd, considering that this was the first he had seen in the this place, and he'd been there for hours. It was soon clear as to why, though... she had a rather large grass Pokemon with her --which, by his guess it was a Bayleef, which would be the first time he's ever actually seen it in his life-- which was cutting apart various growths while ripping up others. He was curious as to what the Hell she was doing, really, slicing and pulling up plants in a forest? What was the point in that?
"This place will make a great secret base when we're done with it."
He heard a voice, the same as he heard before. He looked to where it came from... and he saw her. She was a cute thing, easily 14 years old, with long, black hair that went down to her shoulders, her eyes were a bright shade of blue. She was clad in a short, very short, barely covering the tops of her thighs pleaded red skirt, a pair of white, ankle length socks, a pair of red dress shoes, and a white dress shirt, which has its top three buttons undone.
Why, if somebody were just tall enough and looked down at her...
He wondered what she meant by secret base... but, of course, he recalled what it meant, some kids decided it would be a good idea to pick out random, far flung areas, clean them out, decorate them and use them as a little hang out, a home away from home, so to speak. It was all the rage with them now, but he never bought into it.
However, since she was make this place her base... that would mean that nobody else should be around for a good distance, easily not within shouting range. So, she's basically all alone, her only defense atleast one Pokemon, which didn't look none too strong to begin with, incapable of getting any help if something bad were to happen to her.
And she's such a cute little thing... why, in another year or so, she should mature into a beautiful young woman. Though, certain areas of her body have already taken those few steps before the rest of her, her waist was slender, hips well pronounced... but her chest, that was the main event. Maybe it was the fact that her shirt was small and tight, maybe it was the lighting, maybe it was the fact that she needed three buttons of said shirt open, but she looked like she could easily fill a bra meant for girls two to three years her own age.
So, we have this cute, well developed and provocatively dressed little thing, all alone in the deep, dark forest, well out of earshot of, well, anybody save for random wild animals, atleast just a single Pokemon to protect her and a lonely teenage male looking over her body, with a Pokemon that could seemingly easily rip apart maybe her only protection.
Sometimes, they make things too easy. If he were an evil bastard, he could destroy her in battle, and with her protector out of the way, have his sick, twisted ways with her. Or, he could be nice and just walk away, leaving her to her own devices. Evil bastard that has forced sex with a sexy young girl... just walk away...
Forced sex... walk away... rape... no rape...
Pfft, like he really has to think about it for more than a second. The choice is pretty clear... and when it all comes down to it, she has only herself to blame for this, what with being so far away from civilization, with so little in the means of protection, wearing such enticing clothing. Why, if he didn't know any better, he'd think she was doing all of this in the hopes that somebody would come across her and force themselves onto her nubile form.
With the decision made, he makes his way through what little of the forest was left between them, stepping into the clearing. His Houndoom growled a bit, as if to announce their presence so he wouldn't have to. He couldn't help but smile at that, if just a little, that loyal beast seemed to understand far more about Humans than science would give it credit for.
Of course, just as he would expect, the girl looked their way, eyes a tad bit wide in shock, she must be wondering what he was doing so far out here. The Pokemon itself stopped the clearing and looked their way, curious as to the source of the growl... perhaps even to assess the threat it could pose to its Trainer. His eyes glanced the girl over once, to see if the closer proximity would reveal anything more about her, but it didn't, she was just as he say while hiding away in the thickness just beyond the clearing.
"What... do you want...?"
She asked, voice shaking a bit. He was bigger than she was, he had a good foot on her, and easily 50 pounds, if not more. His Houndoom, despite being pretty calm and not threatening looked vicious. As if sensing her unease, the Pokemon that belonged to her decided to move closer, while making sure to stand between her and the two of them.
In a split second, he decided on what to say, it would be the perfect way to get her to fight with him, so he could get her Pokemon out of action, to get her alone and unprotected. It's something that she wouldn't refuse, not after all the time and energy she put into it.
"I see you've been clearing this place out, and I heard you mention it would make a good secret base. Well, as it so happens, I too have been looking for a good spot... and this seems just as good as any. Why, it's so far out from the beaten path, nobody would bother to steal it, and this location, a forest undoubtedly has easy access to a wealth of Pokemon just begging to be caught.
Yes indeed, a fine spot... much too good for such a young girl. As such, I shall simply have to take it from you."
The trap has been set, and the bait is alluring... why, she would have to be a genius, or a psychic not jump ever so willingly into it. Naturally, she's neither, for an angry look cross her cute little face. She pointed a finger at him in a dramatic fashion, as if she were about to challenge him, or, more likely, just as a show, because angry people like to point, or something.
"I found this place first! I spent time and energy clearing this place out with my Bayleef, and I'll be damned if I let anybody, let alone an arrogant jerk like you simply walk in here and take it from me!"
Oh, she was angry alright, why, in her rage, she forgot all about her fear of him, the fact that he was bigger than she was, that he had a vicious dog-like beast on his side that spat fire. She looked so cute in her anger, the way she was standing with her arm stretched out, finger pointing at him... she was adorable.
The sheer absurdity of the fact that she was so angry, and yet so adorable at the same time made him laugh, which only served to make her even more angry, as she figured he was laughing at her words, not the way she looked at that very moment. Spurred on by this, she removed a Pokeball from behind her, then tossed it toward him, expanding mid-flight. Just before striking the ground, it reacted, splitting in half, remaining intact just along a small hinge in the back of it. A red mass of light and energy erupted from it, skimming across the ground. Half a second later, this energy collected into a single place, taking the form of a creature as the ball itself shut tight, only to oddly fly back to her hand by some unseen force.
As she caught it, no more than three seconds after throwing it, the creature became solid and whole. It stood there, all 3' 07" of it, tail wagging in a slow, lazy arc. It mewled at him, ears twitching, eyes blinking... and then, it hissed, fur standing on end as his Houndoom took an aggressive stance, growling in return.
Leave it to a teenage girl to have a Delcatty, and leave it to a dog and cat to have a natural hatred for one another.
So, she has atleast two Pokemon... and, really, neither one of them seems to be a threat. His Houndoom could easily take out her Bayleef, and that Delcatty... well, they're known for being pretty, not powerful. Surely any one of his Pokemon could take it out, but he has a special plan for it.
"So, girl, is that all you have?"
He asks in a mocking tone, hoping to further fan the flames of her anger, and thus get her to answer bluntly. Not that he expects her to be coy enough to hide the fact that she has more Pokemon. It seems to be working... well, the fanning of the flames, because she just seems to grow even more pissed than before.
"They're more than enough to put you in your place!"
She howls, which isn't exactly the answer he expected or wanted, plus the very idea of her howling is a tad bit scary. But, it doesn't unnerve him, not one bit. He simply follows suit and, much like she did, he removes a Pokeball from behind him, detaching it from a specially designed belt attachment to hold Pokeballs in their miniature state. The instant it was in his hand, it expanded several times, then he threw it, hard and fast.
Like her own, it sailed through the air, and once it came close to the soil below, it opened, spewing forth energy and light before sealing shut. As it returned to him, the released materials began to take form, creating another Pokemon. It was tall compared to the others, almost the height of the girl, with what appears to be a long, billowing dress, skin that's white as chalk and green hair, its eyes a bright red, that seemed to glisten with an unnatural light. Its most striking feature, however, was the large, red half circle that was seemingly driven through its midsection.
It was far less than an epic clash... really, it was more like a fly against a cars wind shield. The poor little lass didn't stand much of a chance against his raw power in a two on two battle.
She was slammed hard, against the tall, ancient tree, which was easily 500 years old. The mighty plant stood tall and proud, barely taking note of the young girl who had impacted it, indifferent to the fact that she slumped down, onto her knees, back against its mighty trunk, groaning in pain.
It was a nice, relaxing walk for him, his trusty Houndoom at his side to make sure nothing got the jump on them as they walked along. Little patches of sunlight somehow manages to filter through the canopy, making a flashlight, or the flames of his trusty companion unnecessary most of the time.
For a long while, there was mostly silence, save for the normal sounds one might expected in a forest, the rustle of leafs, the sound of furry little animals, and some larger four legged beasts, but nothing artificial. He was starting to really believe he was all along in this place... of course, that's when he heard it; a voice.
It was female... young, too; early to mid teens, easily. He sighed, knowing that, where there was one, there must have been more. He figured that he'd just avoid her, but, for some reason, he found himself heading toward the sound of her voice. he wasn't sure why, really, maybe he was curious, maybe he really wanted to see if there were more around... maybe he just wanted to see if she was cute.
Regardless, he found himself coming across a small clearing, which was odd, considering that this was the first he had seen in the this place, and he'd been there for hours. It was soon clear as to why, though... she had a rather large grass Pokemon with her --which, by his guess it was a Bayleef, which would be the first time he's ever actually seen it in his life-- which was cutting apart various growths while ripping up others. He was curious as to what the Hell she was doing, really, slicing and pulling up plants in a forest? What was the point in that?
"This place will make a great secret base when we're done with it."
He heard a voice, the same as he heard before. He looked to where it came from... and he saw her. She was a cute thing, easily 14 years old, with long, black hair that went down to her shoulders, her eyes were a bright shade of blue. She was clad in a short, very short, barely covering the tops of her thighs pleaded red skirt, a pair of white, ankle length socks, a pair of red dress shoes, and a white dress shirt, which has its top three buttons undone.
Why, if somebody were just tall enough and looked down at her...
He wondered what she meant by secret base... but, of course, he recalled what it meant, some kids decided it would be a good idea to pick out random, far flung areas, clean them out, decorate them and use them as a little hang out, a home away from home, so to speak. It was all the rage with them now, but he never bought into it.
However, since she was make this place her base... that would mean that nobody else should be around for a good distance, easily not within shouting range. So, she's basically all alone, her only defense atleast one Pokemon, which didn't look none too strong to begin with, incapable of getting any help if something bad were to happen to her.
And she's such a cute little thing... why, in another year or so, she should mature into a beautiful young woman. Though, certain areas of her body have already taken those few steps before the rest of her, her waist was slender, hips well pronounced... but her chest, that was the main event. Maybe it was the fact that her shirt was small and tight, maybe it was the lighting, maybe it was the fact that she needed three buttons of said shirt open, but she looked like she could easily fill a bra meant for girls two to three years her own age.
So, we have this cute, well developed and provocatively dressed little thing, all alone in the deep, dark forest, well out of earshot of, well, anybody save for random wild animals, atleast just a single Pokemon to protect her and a lonely teenage male looking over her body, with a Pokemon that could seemingly easily rip apart maybe her only protection.
Sometimes, they make things too easy. If he were an evil bastard, he could destroy her in battle, and with her protector out of the way, have his sick, twisted ways with her. Or, he could be nice and just walk away, leaving her to her own devices. Evil bastard that has forced sex with a sexy young girl... just walk away...
Forced sex... walk away... rape... no rape...
Pfft, like he really has to think about it for more than a second. The choice is pretty clear... and when it all comes down to it, she has only herself to blame for this, what with being so far away from civilization, with so little in the means of protection, wearing such enticing clothing. Why, if he didn't know any better, he'd think she was doing all of this in the hopes that somebody would come across her and force themselves onto her nubile form.
With the decision made, he makes his way through what little of the forest was left between them, stepping into the clearing. His Houndoom growled a bit, as if to announce their presence so he wouldn't have to. He couldn't help but smile at that, if just a little, that loyal beast seemed to understand far more about Humans than science would give it credit for.
Of course, just as he would expect, the girl looked their way, eyes a tad bit wide in shock, she must be wondering what he was doing so far out here. The Pokemon itself stopped the clearing and looked their way, curious as to the source of the growl... perhaps even to assess the threat it could pose to its Trainer. His eyes glanced the girl over once, to see if the closer proximity would reveal anything more about her, but it didn't, she was just as he say while hiding away in the thickness just beyond the clearing.
"What... do you want...?"
She asked, voice shaking a bit. He was bigger than she was, he had a good foot on her, and easily 50 pounds, if not more. His Houndoom, despite being pretty calm and not threatening looked vicious. As if sensing her unease, the Pokemon that belonged to her decided to move closer, while making sure to stand between her and the two of them.
In a split second, he decided on what to say, it would be the perfect way to get her to fight with him, so he could get her Pokemon out of action, to get her alone and unprotected. It's something that she wouldn't refuse, not after all the time and energy she put into it.
"I see you've been clearing this place out, and I heard you mention it would make a good secret base. Well, as it so happens, I too have been looking for a good spot... and this seems just as good as any. Why, it's so far out from the beaten path, nobody would bother to steal it, and this location, a forest undoubtedly has easy access to a wealth of Pokemon just begging to be caught.
Yes indeed, a fine spot... much too good for such a young girl. As such, I shall simply have to take it from you."
The trap has been set, and the bait is alluring... why, she would have to be a genius, or a psychic not jump ever so willingly into it. Naturally, she's neither, for an angry look cross her cute little face. She pointed a finger at him in a dramatic fashion, as if she were about to challenge him, or, more likely, just as a show, because angry people like to point, or something.
"I found this place first! I spent time and energy clearing this place out with my Bayleef, and I'll be damned if I let anybody, let alone an arrogant jerk like you simply walk in here and take it from me!"
Oh, she was angry alright, why, in her rage, she forgot all about her fear of him, the fact that he was bigger than she was, that he had a vicious dog-like beast on his side that spat fire. She looked so cute in her anger, the way she was standing with her arm stretched out, finger pointing at him... she was adorable.
The sheer absurdity of the fact that she was so angry, and yet so adorable at the same time made him laugh, which only served to make her even more angry, as she figured he was laughing at her words, not the way she looked at that very moment. Spurred on by this, she removed a Pokeball from behind her, then tossed it toward him, expanding mid-flight. Just before striking the ground, it reacted, splitting in half, remaining intact just along a small hinge in the back of it. A red mass of light and energy erupted from it, skimming across the ground. Half a second later, this energy collected into a single place, taking the form of a creature as the ball itself shut tight, only to oddly fly back to her hand by some unseen force.
As she caught it, no more than three seconds after throwing it, the creature became solid and whole. It stood there, all 3' 07" of it, tail wagging in a slow, lazy arc. It mewled at him, ears twitching, eyes blinking... and then, it hissed, fur standing on end as his Houndoom took an aggressive stance, growling in return.
Leave it to a teenage girl to have a Delcatty, and leave it to a dog and cat to have a natural hatred for one another.
So, she has atleast two Pokemon... and, really, neither one of them seems to be a threat. His Houndoom could easily take out her Bayleef, and that Delcatty... well, they're known for being pretty, not powerful. Surely any one of his Pokemon could take it out, but he has a special plan for it.
"So, girl, is that all you have?"
He asks in a mocking tone, hoping to further fan the flames of her anger, and thus get her to answer bluntly. Not that he expects her to be coy enough to hide the fact that she has more Pokemon. It seems to be working... well, the fanning of the flames, because she just seems to grow even more pissed than before.
"They're more than enough to put you in your place!"
She howls, which isn't exactly the answer he expected or wanted, plus the very idea of her howling is a tad bit scary. But, it doesn't unnerve him, not one bit. He simply follows suit and, much like she did, he removes a Pokeball from behind him, detaching it from a specially designed belt attachment to hold Pokeballs in their miniature state. The instant it was in his hand, it expanded several times, then he threw it, hard and fast.
Like her own, it sailed through the air, and once it came close to the soil below, it opened, spewing forth energy and light before sealing shut. As it returned to him, the released materials began to take form, creating another Pokemon. It was tall compared to the others, almost the height of the girl, with what appears to be a long, billowing dress, skin that's white as chalk and green hair, its eyes a bright red, that seemed to glisten with an unnatural light. Its most striking feature, however, was the large, red half circle that was seemingly driven through its midsection.
It was far less than an epic clash... really, it was more like a fly against a cars wind shield. The poor little lass didn't stand much of a chance against his raw power in a two on two battle.
She was slammed hard, against the tall, ancient tree, which was easily 500 years old. The mighty plant stood tall and proud, barely taking note of the young girl who had impacted it, indifferent to the fact that she slumped down, onto her knees, back against its mighty trunk, groaning in pain.
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