In was an oddly cold day in Elendia, the kind of day that makes you want to sit by a fire inside and read a book. Of course, Ein wasn't that sort of person. He wasn't a stupid young fellow, not at all, but much like Serene, he wasn't a man of books, they bored him to tears... unless they had nude goddesses, like in Tetyhs...
But those he wouldn't be finding here, not even in the Magic Guild. Soala must have seen to that, or maybe that bastard Claude had taken them all for his own viewing... but, regardless of his books and quest to find them, he was out and about, just wandering, really. He did it every now and again when he had nothing much to do in these peaceful days. And he was having very little luck in finding somebody, anybody to talk to or something to do.
The grove was empty, everybody was likely inside, even the catgirl Mursya. Undine Spring was the same, Meute wasn't anywhere to be found, the Elder, despite being a nice fellow would most likely just bore him tears, and the Crystal Caverns were out of the question for the very same reason.
All that really left were the Pixia's. They were a nice family, really very kind to him, and he hadn't seen them in a while. If he were lucky, he might just be able to have a nice talk with them, and at the worst, he could simply play with Molan and regale Gill with the stories of his battles with the Accursed and Seth-Ra.
Coming upon their home after nearly 10 minutes of walking, he knocked upon the door. There wasn't an answer. He knocked again, but still nothing. He looked in the windows and noticed that there was no life within, not even a fire.
"Seems they're out..."
He mumbled, feeling a slight sinking in his chest. They were his last option... but suddenly, his ears perked up as he heard something. He followed the sound to the south of the home, and the sound got louder, it became more clear, it was the sound of a child.
Making his way into the very clearing that he had fist met the Pixia children, his eyes spotted her, it was Molan, and she was playing with a ball. It was odd how children could be so amused by something so simple... then again, since he never had a childhood, he may never be able to truly understand it.
He was about to call out to her when he heard the voice of Mylene call for Molan. The little girl called back to her mother, and then she entered his field of vision...
She was lovely as always, clothed in a simple light green dress that seemed to flatter her figure, even if it wasn't her intent. Her deep green eyes were warm as ever, they were a perfect match for her long hair, which she was wearing down this day, covering her wonderfully pointed ears. He had met her the very first day he was in this small village, and he was taken with her ever since. She was kind and gentle, a loving mother, somebody he simply enjoyed being around. She made him feel at home and at ease. All she had to do was smile at him and he could feel his trouble melt away...
She came to her daughter, carrying a basket which she always used for laundry. It seems she had just finished getting them down. When she reached her little girl, he saw her put it down, and much to Molan's pleasure, she started to play ball with her. He wanted to join in, but something held him back, so he moved behind a tree a little, to stay out of sight and just watched them. It was a heart warming scene, really, mother and daughter playing together, showing the strong bond of family he sometimes longed for...
But as time moved on, he started to find himself focusing more and more on Mylene. She was beautiful in motion, her hair moving about in the wind, the swaying of her breasts as she thre-
"What the...?"
He blinked a few times and then shook his head, trying to clear his mind of such thoughts, wondering how he could dare to think such a thing about her. She was, after all, a married woman and a mother, it was wrong of him, and yet... that just made her more attractive to him. He let his eyes wander back down her body, to her chest again, watching it move, all the while hating himself for it.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
The Angel And The Undine
Undine Spring... a quiet, relaxing and peaceful spot in Elendia. A natural source of fresh, pure water from the mountains, it feeds into a larger lake, and then into several small several large rivers that cross the land.
Legend has it that once, long ago, a colony of Undines lived here... but, at some time, they had vanished completely, leaving behind the crystal clear waters for reasons unknown. While fresh fish species thrived in the waters, the place felt... empty in a way, especially to those who knew the stories.
Then, one day, she came. A young Undine was found washed up in the spring on a routine laundry rip. Her pale white skin, even her glorious, flowing emerald green tail were covered in open, bleeding wounds.
Her wounds were tended to at the spring, where she was kept. To bring her elsewhere would have spelled death, so proclaimed the Elder. He had theorized that she became separated from her kin... and if she were attacked by some sea beast or other Sprites, one could only guess. But, as fate would have it, she somehow made it down river to this very spring before collapsing from exhaustion.
She remained asleep, consumed by the gentle ebb and flow of the spring water for several days. Her body healed faster than that of a normal Sprite, her wounds were almost gone when she finally woke up...
She was terrified.
It took weeks for her to trust anybody, and the first she latched onto was LuLu. It was like two souls that had lost one another were reconnected after years of separation... the lost, scared Undine and the emotionally damage and rarely trusting Fairy. However, in time, the young Undine grew used to the people of Elendia... mostly, the women.
The spring was used as both a place to wash clothes and to bathe. Not a single day went by that she didn't have a visitor, mostly it was Mylene, seemingly the only woman in the whole area that was married. Despite being unable to speak, she listened, and listened well. She learned of the people, of the happy lives they led.
She let go of her suspicion and mistrust of them all.
For a time, life seemed to fall into a boring and repetitive groove. She swam in the spring, LuLu would speak to her from time to time, Mylene would come to do some washing and tell her of daily events... and, every so often, people would bathe in the water. She hid at times, mostly when there were men, but with the women, she came out.
Those times were fun, she enjoyed playing in the water with them, getting into splash fights and such.
But then, one day, all of Elendia was abuzz with news of somebody new. A young man with an odd sword. She saw him the very day he appeared... when he came to the spring. She was a bit jumpy of him... he was the first new face in a while, she had no idea what he was capable of. LuLu told him to leave her be, to try not to take advantage of her... then something came up that she'd not heard before.
A Moondrop could cure her speech. Why LuLu never spoke of it before, she didn't know... but with the fact that she doubted it even existed, Meute understood the fact that her friend never said it because it might just cause false hope.
... But it was hope she wanted, she needed. She wanted to talk again, she wanted to actually hold conversations with others. She wanted to be normal again.
The young man left... and shortly after, he vanished, along with 2 of the local girls. She worried a bit for them, perhaps the stories of demons were true. Did they meet their end at the hands of those foul beings? Will she ever see her friends again? And this young man... what became of him?
A full day after they were last seen, the young man appeared once more. In his hand, he carried a small, blue seedlike object with a green "stem." He tried to give it to her directly, but fear overtook her and she leapt into the water from her little perch. LuLu almost had a fit... until he explained what it was.
It was a Moondrop, the very object that she doubted even existed.
She took a chance, coming closer to the young man. She came within arms length and timidly held out a hand, eyes pleading for him to give her the object that would restore her voice... and he gave it to her. Snatching it up quickly, she placed it in her mouth, but before she could chew or swallow, LuLu told her to hold it in her mouth, to let is dissolve like a hard candy.
Long minutes passed... and finally, it was gone. For the first time in so long, she tried to speak. At first, there was nothing... then, small noises. Further still, those noises became more focused, more meaningful... then it came out;
"Th...ank...you..."
Her first words since her entire ordeal, since she washed up were uttered... and it was all thanks to this young man, a person she'd only seen twice in 2 days.
For days after that, she asked LuLu about the young man, forcing the Fairy to actually talk with others. From them, she learned that his name was Ein... and that he was an angel of Asgard. The more that was answered, the more she asked. Dozens of questions became hundreds, her desire to know all she could about the young angel grew ever larger.
Emotions unknown to the young Undine started to emerge. Whenever she thought of him, her heart would beat faster, her face and chest would feel warm... she'd tingle all over. LuLu called it love... and lust.
This only started more questions, ones the little Fairy couldn't answer... but Mylene could. From her, the Undine learned much about these feelings... and about what men and women do together when they feel such things. The more she learned, the more she wondered if Ein would enjoy it... if he would wanted to do this with her.
For those on the outside looking in, they would say that the young Undine was obsessed with him, perhaps having some manner of savior complex variant.
After so much time, after all she had learned, the day had finally come. He had just come back from Tetyhs, the Sunken City. She had LuLu call NoNo to the spring... and in private, she told her that she wanted to see Ein, alone. With a nod, NoNo went off to find the young angel, to tell him of her desire to see him. She returned, all smiles as she told her that he was coming before grabbing hold of LuLu and dragged her from the area, much to her displeasure.
Alone, all she could do was wait... and hope that her beloved wingless angel won't reject her...
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Ein cleared the small bushes that separated the spring from the little path leading up to it. Thanks to NoNo, LuLu was out of the way... a fact that was made all too clear when he saw her dragging the kicking Fairy away with the help of another that happened to be near the spring at the time.
He was thankful that she was gone. He didn't exactly hate the little Fairy, but she was... annoying. She always gave him a suspicious look, she always seemed to just want him to leave whenever he got close to the spring and Meute.
And with Meute wanting to see him for some reason, he didn't want that little Fairy brat in the way.
As he came near, he saw her sunning herself on a large rock, sitting in the middle of the spring water. It was her perch, the place she sat and relaxed when she wasn't in the cool water, swimming with the marine life that had survived for countless years in the fresh water. His eyes wandered her small form. Her tail seemed so soft and delicate, with gorgeous emerald green scale from just under a slender waistline, bulging out what would be the hips of a normal woman, leading down to a single, fanlike fin. Above the waistline, it seemed... odd. It appears that her scales extend from said slender, delicate tail, up her sides, with two small extensions to her chest, cupping her firm, pale breasts like a bra before wrapping around her small shoulders, then continue upwards, wrapping around the front and back of her neck, just around the collar bone line with jagged little outcroppings, surrounding. In the areas that weren't covered by these scales were patches of pale, supple skin.
Her face was that of a young girl, no more than 16 years of age. The skin was just as pale as the rest of her body, with a slender nose, small nose in the middle, her lips were a pale, almost pinkish shade. Her eyes were the main feature, however... they were a magnificent shade of ocean blue, they seem to pick up every speck of light available, giving them a shining feel.
Framing this face was long, pale blue hair, flowing to just above her waist with two long bangs that cover her strange, yet utterly fascinating ears, which appears to be actual fins, much like in the fashion of the end of her tail.
As he moved closer to the waterline, her small head turned toward him, her eyes meeting his own. In a flash, she slipped into the water, swimming toward him. Her speed was incredible... her figure was little more than a blur in the cold water. Just as he came within a foot of the springs shore, she popped her head out. Her hair, utterly soaked, clung to her little face and back as she rose up, her shoulders and upper torso breaking the surface.
He cocked his head to the right for a moment as she looked up at him, a smile on her small lips, but then smiled back as he went to sitting. Removing his shoes {though they were more like boots}, he slipped his feet beneath the surface, sighing contentedly as the gentle current swirls around them.
For a few moments, there was silence, and then, Meute made a move. Slowly, she came closer to him, barely making a sound as she cut through the water. Within arm length, she slowly brings her slender arms up in-front of her... and then she grabs a hold of his feet. He jumped, shocked for a moment, and she withdrew her hands, looking up at him with questioning eyes, as if asking him if she had done something wrong.
He shook his head and gave another smile, reassuring her. Again, she took his feet in her tiny hands and softly rubbed the arches. She worked her thumbs into the muscles. He groans softly as she works on them, showing that, despite not having feet of her own, she has a good understanding of how to treat sore feet.
"Ah... Meute, that feels good. Really good!"
He mumbles as the rather proud of herself Undine moves to his toes and balls of the feet. He looks down at her soaked hair, her head is lowered and eyes focused on the task at hand, literally.
"For somebody without feet, you sure know what you're doing. Why is that, anyway?"
He asks her, but she doesn't look up, nor does she answer. A short time passes, he believes she won't answer him at all... but then comes that small, sweet voice of hers, barely above a whisper;
"You're an angel who has lost his wings, forced to walk upon the ground like the others... you fight for my sake, and the others.
Even if I can't leave here for very long, even if I can't help you in battle... I can atleast try to help ease your burden."
Another long moment. As Meute keeps working, Ein mulls over what she's said. What exactly can he say to that?
No... words aren't enough...
His right arm extends, his right hand reaches for her hair. Softly he strokes it, it feels almost as soft as silk. Moving down, his hand gets to her small cheek, which he caresses gentle, lovingly. She almost instant rubs her cheek into his palm.
"Meute... you don't have to."
"I want to... I need to."
"Why?"
He's slightly puzzled as to why she feels the need to do this for him. At this time, she chooses to raise her head, her cheeks turning a pale shade of red. She closes her eyes as she speaks;
"I owe you my life, as does everybody else... but I also owe you my very ability to speak. You freed me from eventual madness. For that... I'll devote all that I am to you."
His eyes go wide in shock at those words. She basically offered herself up to him, she's willing to be little more than his slave for the rest of her life.
"Meute... you can't..."
"I want to."
"But..."
She lets go of his feet as her eyes open, her small hands take hold of his own on her cheek. She looks up at him;
"Please... tell me what I can do for you."
"This is madness."
He says in a small voice as he looks down at her.
"Why?
She blinks a few times, not fully understanding.
"Because... it just is!"
"Don't you like me?"
Those gorgeous eyes stare into his own, begging him for an answer. He looks away, unable to stand such a piercing stare;
"I..."
She bites her lower lip as she turns her head away from him;
"... I'm sorry. I guess... I'm just not what you want."
Feeling utterly rejected, she starts to move away... only to be stopped by a pair of strong hands on her delicate shoulders. She looks at him, for a moment he could see such deep hurt... which was replaced by hope.
"Meute.. I do like you. That's not the issue..."
"Then what is?"
He pauses for a moment, wondering what to do, what to say...
"I can't just..."
Her hands grabs a hold of his knees and, slowly, she pushes his legs open. With a few blinks from Ein, she places her hands between them and starts to pull herself from the water, slipping her tail onto the dry ground. Looking down at the confused little angel, her wraps those slender, yet strong arms around his neck and pulls him close, to the point where their faces are mere centimeters apart...
"Yes... you can. Now please... tell me what you want..."
He swallows hard as he looks up at that beautiful face, knowing that there's nothing left to be said... then he leans toward her, kissing her full on the lips. His hands grip where the little Undines hips would be as she tightens her hold on him, her tongue licking at his lips. Those hands of his don't stay for very long, though, they start to travel up her sides, feeling the strange softness of the long strips of scales running up her body.
Her little tongue manages to pry open Ein's mouth as his hands, just under her armpits, move forward, towards her chest. She moans softly as his palms press into the sides of the soft, yet firm mounds of fat. Just before he goes to cup them, she pushes her face from his own, but what's more, she pushes her body from his. With a little smile, she slips her hands to her chest... and seemingly pulls the scales from her very body, allowing those round lumps of flesh to hang free.
"How...?"
He asks in a confused tone. Giving him only an amused grin, she takes his hands into her own and then, softly, she presses his palms against her hard, pale pink little nipples, causing her to gasp.
"The only scaly part of my body is my tail... the rest is clothing."
She whispers as he fondles the young Undines impressive breasts, taking extra care to grind her sensitive nipples into his palms, causing her to whimper, moan and writhe against him.
"Ohh.. you like my br- tits, don't you? Tell me you like them..."
She asks him in a horny little tone, to which he simply nods. She wanted to hit herself for almost taking the easy way out and saying breasts, even though she knows that most men refer to them as tits...
He suddenly removes his left hand from her, then leans forward, after which he replaces his hand with his lips around the now free nipple. Arching her back, she moans loudly as his tongue presses into the rubbery little thing. Grabbing a hold of his hair, she presses his face against her breast even more, to which he responds by gently biting her nipple as he licks it.
While he's busy with her breasts, her free hand has been busy working its way past his belt, into his shorts. Her slender fingers slowly drag themselves along the length of his already stiff manhood causing him to groan gently. She's utterly shocked at how long... how hard it really is. Reaching the tip, she wraps her hand around the shaft;
"You're s-so hard... Ein... I... I want to see it... please."
He's reluctant to pull himself from her breasts... but after a few moments, he releases the nipples from his mouth, his hand slowly moving away. Free from his biting and fondle, she slips back into the water, grabbing his belt with the hand that was just on his head a few moments ago. Undoing the little buckle, she pulls his shorts down, freeing his raging manhood. With a gasp, she stares at it as it stares back at her... if she moved forward a little with her mouth open, it would...
Swallowing hard, the little Undine leaned forward, pressing her cheek against the head. With a loud groan from him, she rubs her small, pale, soft cheek against him. Like she did before, he reaches out and places a hand on her head, stroking her hair as she keeps rubbing against him, unaware that her cheeks is being smeared in his precum.
"Meute.. I need you to..."
He doesn't even finish before he finds her mouth wrapped around him, slowly inching him down her small throat. He moans loudly as he feels her small tongue working his shaft, swirling around it like a lollipop
"Ahhh... Meute..."
He groans as she starts to bob her head slowly, her tongue still working on the shaft. She moves a little faster after a few seconds, trying to get a rhythm... and when she finally gets it, she starts to move even faster. As she moves faster and faster, she tries to keep her mouth wrapped around it tightly... but a little of her saliva does manage to get free and run down the shaft. However, this is a good thing, as her small hand wraps around the lower portion of his penis, which she couldn't get inside of her and, slowly, and she starts to jerk him off while sucking, using the saliva as a lube.
"Oh gods..."
He mumbles between moaning as her mouth moves faster, her hand barely able to keep up. He feels like he's going to explode...
"Meute... I'm gonna..."
He cries out... and, suddenly, she stops. Pulling her hand from his shaft, she slips her mouth up, to the point where only his head remains inside of her. He pants as he tries to force her head down in a desperate attempt at getting her to keep going, but somehow the little thing resists him.
"Meute... please!"
He begs her, but it's no good.... it seems he'll have to wait. After almost a minute, Ein has calmed down considerably. While still hard, he's not on the very of orgasm, nor is he panting... he's just really, really eager...
... more so because the fact that, before his very eyes, the young Undine has leaned forward and is now wrapping her breasts around his shaft, holding them tightly against him with her small hands. With a little moan, she starts to move them up and down, using the saliva from before and the water still clinging to help them move with more ease.
"They're so soft... and warm... they feel so good wrapped around it."
He whispers as she starts to move her mouth once again, double fucking his dick with mouth and tits, all the while moaning softly. The young angel feels like he's in Heaven... he must wonder how life could get any better than having a sexy little Undine sucking and tit fucking you.
In no time flat, Ein is back to panting, he moans every now again and she works on him... that exploding feeling has come back. Just as he's about to warn her, she pulls her mouth from his shaft and looks right up ay him, her eyes filled with something he never saw in her before; pure lust... and with a tone in her voice to match;
"Please, Ein... cum for me. I want it... need it all over my face, all over my tits. I want you to cover my face and tits with it, now!"
There always something sexy about a girl saying that... and having a sexy little Undine, willing to be his sexual slave say it, along with having her large, firm tits wrapped around and working his dick is just too much for him to handle. He moans loudly as he goes over the edge, causing long, slender strings of white, hot, sticky cum to erupt from him. The first salvo hits her neck, causing her to tilt her head down and open her mouth.
Little "ohhh"s, "ahhh"s and moans come from the sexy little thing as she keeps move her tits on him, she's absolutely loving the bath he's giving her. Strings of his life giving goo covers that small, beautiful face of hers, and what doesn't have the power to hit her face lands on her tits, giving them a thin coating while she swallows the few wads that land in her open little mouth.
Panting heavily, his orgasm starts to end nearly 30 seconds after it started... it felt like he dumped the entire contents of his balls. It shows, too, by the looks of her face and the tops of her breasts, which are still being worked over his still hard shaft. She drives her mouth back onto the head of his dick, causing him to groan loudly, and she starts to suck and lick.
Moments later, she removes her mouth, having fully cleaned it. Slowly, she releases his meat from between her lovely mounds, and goes to wiping off his juices and licking them from her fingers. She looks up at him and gives him a shy little smile;
"Did you like it, Ein? Did I... do a good job?"
"You were incredible..."
He replies as he strokes her long hair with his right hand, causing her to smile broadly, utterly proud of herself. He slips his hand from her hair and, wiping a little of his sticky love from her face, he offers it up her, which she gladly accepts by licking it up. He does it again and again... she looks so cute when she's licking up his juices, and she seems to rather enjoy the taste.
"Is there anything else I can do for you...? Perhaps you'd like to...um... y-you know..."
Her cheeks turn red as she shyly looks away to her left. When she said in it in her head, it seemed so simple, so easy... but actually saying it out loud?
"It's alright, Meute... you don't have to be embarrassed."
Ein says in a reassuring tone as he places his hand on her cheek. Slowly, he turns her head back to the right, then tilts it up so she's looking right at his face. Her blush grows deeper as she nibbles on her little lip. She swallows a bit hard and then tries to ask him again;
"D-do you want to... I mean, would you like to.. you know..."
Again, she can't bring herself to ask. A few moments pass and she tries yet again;
"What I'm trying to ask is... would you like to... you know... when a man and a woman are together, they... you know..."
Again, she falters... and this time, she looks like she's going to cry. She feels like such a failure for lacking the courage to ask a simple question. He sighs and strokes her little cheek lovingly;
"Come on, Meute... whatever it is, I won't say no. All you have to do is ask me, okay?"
Her eyes, glistening with tears just about ready to fall look straight into his own. With a sniffle, she nods softly, more for herself than to answer him. Summoning up everything she can muster, she tries it one last time;
"Ein... do you want to... be with me... as a man would be with a normal woman?"
She asked him... she finally asked him. It wasn't in the way she thought she'd ask... it wasn't the way she thinks he'd like to hear it, but she finally managed to come out with it.
"You mean... you want to know if I'd like to..."
He says in a low voice, trying to prod her to say it the way he likes it and the way he knows she meant to ask it. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she closes her eyes, hoping that not look at him will give her the courage to truly say it...
"Ein... do you want to... f-f-f-fuck me...?"
There it was, broad as daylight. It was out in the open, no longer pent up inside. There was no longer any doubt as to what she wanted to tell him. His face erupts into a big smile as he looks down at the shy little thing, who still has opened her eyes. He removes his hand from her cheek and, slowly, he pulls his feet from the water, standing up. Her eyes open slowly, she sure he's just walked out on her... but when she looks up...
"Well, I don't want to get my clothes wet, now do I, baby?"
He gives her a sly {well, what he thinks to be sly} smile, causing her to giggle softly as he pulls his shirt over his head, his shorts and little cape already removed and on the ground.
"You look so funny with that look on your face!"
She says with an amused tone, causing him to frown. Her giggling stops suddenly and she feels like she's offended him.
"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"You're so cute, you know."
He replies with a wink as he hops into the water, causing her to back away by several feet. He had almost cannonballed, but this isn't the time, even if it's the place. However... though he should had already surfaced, he hasn't. She floats there for a few moments, hoping that he'd pop up from the water, telling her it was a joke... or that she'd hear him come up somewhere else... but nothing.
It's getting to the point where she's become worried... too worried;
"Ein...? Ein... come on, this isn't funny."
Silence.. the only noise is a few birds chirping in the trees near the spring. She's really very worried now... why if he can't swim? What if... what if somehow, a demon got into the spring and grabbed him?!
"Ein!"
She's just about to drive her head down when, suddenly, a pair of hands grab where her hips would be. Her eyes go wide in shock and fear, but before she can scream or pull away, she hears his voice;
"It's okay, Meute. It's me."
She whips herself around suddenly, latching onto him tightly, trembling slightly. Her voice shows just how scared she was;
"You.. you're a jerk, you know that! I was.. so worried. I thought you may have drown... or a demon got you... or... or..."
Wrapping his arms around her, he hugs her tightly, feeling a bit guilt that he's enjoying the feel of her hard little nipples and full breasts against his chest. Stroking her hair sort of like one would pet a cat, only completely different in a way, he tries to apologize;
"I'm sorry... I just wanted to... ah, it was stupid of me, I know.
Can you forgive me for being an idiot?"
She snuggles into him, simply giving a little "mmhmm" as an answer as she holds him tightly, she's just glad that he's alive and with her... all by themselves...
"Ein... on the back of my tail, right around where the rear cheeks would be on a Sprite woman... there are two small slits. The one on top is... my anus... and the other is... is my..."
"... Is your pussy."
He finishes for her. Before she can even nod, she gasps, writhing in his arms as his hands converge on her anus. She moans softly as he runs a few fingers over her anal slit, then she bites her lip to stifle a cry as he slowly inches it open. He's amazed at how small it is... and after trying to stick even a fingertip inside, and gauging by her jerking, whimpering reaction, she must be tight... real tight.
His fingers then slip down to the main event... and the very second he comes within a centimeter of her vaginal opening, she jerks, pressing her tiny body into him as hard as possible. He caresses the little opening, causing her to moan loudly... it's an amazingly strong reaction for simply touches.
"Have you ever done this before, Meute? Have you ever had another man...enter you?"
He asks as he slowly pulls her open, making her writhe and squeal. Just as she's about to answer, he slowly inserts the tip of a single finger;
"N... no! You're... ohhh... mmm... you're my f-first...
Ahhhh...! You have s-s-s-such... gaaa... big fingers...!"
He simply can't believe how small and tight she is... even for a virgin, she's beyond everything he's ever known. It's almost like...
"Meute, it's like you have the pussy of a 5 year old girl with the body of a mature, adult woman... you're so incredible."
He whispers into her ear as her entire body jerks, reacting further to the finger being shoved ever deeper. His finger quickly becomes covered in a warm, sticky fluid... and for a second, he thinks it blood. Pulling his finger out quickly, he doesn't see anything in the water... instead, he sees that some of it is still clinging to his finger.
She's gotten wet. Very wet. She's ready.
Placing his hands on her small waist, he pushes her away, much to her displeasure. She whines softly, looking up at him, but then she understands as he turns her around so she's facing the edge of the spring. He pushes her forward and to the right toward a rocky outcropping, and she complies, knowing full well that he's ready fully make her his woman.
Extending her small arms, she presses her palms into the rounded, weather beaten piece of rock, bracing herself for what's to come. Looking over her shoulder, she watches intently as he pulls her open... and then she gasps as he presses his dick against her surprisingly sort tail. From there, he moves it around a little, awkwardly trying to find her opening.
He curses the fact that water has a way of distorting things, it makes him feel like some stupid kid that's having sex for the very first time.
Finally, he hits the spot, much to Meute's pleasure, given the moan she let out when the head rubbed against her tiny opening. He presses the head against it, just on the verge of entering her. Looking up, his eyes lock on her own. He gives her a little grin;
"Brace yourself..."
She screams in pure pleasure as he rams his man meat into not a second later, but he's just barely able to pop the head inside. He groans as he feels the immense tightness around slightly over an inch of himself, it was so much more than around his finger. Almost digging her nails into the very rock itself, Meute moans and screams as he slowly buries himself ever deeper, despite the incredible pressure that seems to want to keep him out.
Grabbing her tail, Ein pulls her back, which helps him to impale more of himself into the little Undine. The pleasure, the feeling of him being inside while more if pushed in, the anticipation of him actually fucking her... it's driving her insane;
"E-Ein! Deeper! I need you deeper!"
She tries to push herself against him as he pulls her backwards. Centimeter after centimeter, inch after inch slowly vanishes into her extremely wet, almost impossibly tight opening. After so much time and effort, he manages to get as much of himself inside as he possibly could. He takes a moment to relish the feeling of her... how hot, how tight, how wet...
How utterly lacking in any manner of hymen. Not that he cares right now, that thought is the furthest from his mind.
Leaning into her, he rests his chest on her back. He slips his hands up to her chest, taking a breast in each one, gently fondling her as he nuzzles her neck, kissing and licking it softly. Mewling softly, she again writhes against him, loving every single thing he's doing to her, but wishing that he'd give her the one thing she really wants...
"You feel so good, Meute. You're so much tighter than I ever expected.
I'm going to start now, okay?"
He whispers into her ear and she moans in response, knowing that, finally, he's going to give her the one thing she's wanted for so long. With a little effort, he brings his legs up, actually pressing his bare feet into the rock just in-front of her to give him some leverage, and then, slowly, he starts to pull himself out.
She gasps as she feels him slipping from her tight grasp, her small hands gripping the rock even more. After just 2 inches, he thrusts back in, grunting with effort. Once he's fully in, he just pulls out again, taking a little more of himself out than before, then thrusting back in. Then again, a little more out before thrusting back in
Again and again, over and over, more comes out before being thrust back in with more ease, and with every thrust, she moans a little louder. Soon, he's pulling out to the very head before thrusting back into her, causing her to arch her back every time, her mouth opening into a silent scream as he roughly squeezes her breasts, rolling her little nipples between his fingers.
It's like Heaven for the two of them... for her, she's finally fulfilling a fantasy, she's finally giving all she is to her savior... her love. For him, it's the single most incredible thing he's ever felt, she's the tightest, hottest, wettest thing he's ever felt... he almost wishes he could stay in the moment forever.
Of course, time never stands still. With an ear splitting scream, her entire body suddenly tenses up, her vaginal muscles around him start to spasm violently as a torrent of her juices slam into his, trying to force its way out... she just had an orgasm. It wasn't her first orgasm, not by a long shot... but it was the first with a man. It was incredibly powerful, shaking her to the very core of her being.
It was much harder for him now, those tight little muscles spasming around him, but he managed to keep his stride, albeit more slowly than before. It felt a lot better than before, though... Hell, it felt like she was actually trying to suck him deeper inside than he could possibly reach. He was getting closer now to his own orgasm... if she were any other woman, he would have cum minutes ago.
He has to warn her, though... he doesn't exactly want to run the risk of knocking her up without her permission;
"I... I'm going to... arrrg... d-do you... want me to... gahhh... pull out?"
"N-n-n-o! Cum... ohhh.... inside me! Please! I need to.. to.. to... Einnnn!"
She screams his name, feeling his hot, sticky seed blast into her tiny opening, being forced into her by his thrusting. Grunting loudly, he comes to a halt, leaving only the head inside as he pumps her full of his love juice. She simply squirms as he keep fondling her, absolutely loving the feel of his balls being dumped into her tight little opening.
Slowly, the two start to come down from their orgasmic highs, but his dick had long since been removed, allowing him to pull her closer to him. In this spooning, floating in the cold water, they simply enjoy the feel of one another's body pressed against their own.
It was everything she dreamed... except for one thing. She afraid to ask him, though... if he rejected her, she'd be crushed, but if she didn't, she couldn't live with herself.
"E-Ein...?"
Her tiny voice calls out, breaking the silence that's been hanging in the air for some time. He rubs his cheek into her own, almost like a man would do with his girlfriend before speaking;
"What is it, Meute?"
"Ein... I... I need to know something... but I'm scared."
"Don't be."
He kisses her small neck for assurance, making her moan a little. It already felt like he loved her, like she didn't need to ask... but she has to hear it from him;
"I... I love you... and I need to know if you..."
She stops short as he spins her small body around so she's facing him. The little Undine doesn't look up at him, she can almost feel the rejection like it was a physical object... like it was a punch to the stomach.
It felt like forever, but it was only a few seconds. She started to tremble, but that stopped once his arms wrapped around her tiny shoulders. He hugs her tightly, she places her head on his chest. She can hear his heart beating slowly, she's almost about ready to cry.
"He's just softening the blow..."
She tells herself. Why else would he be hesitating?
"Meute..."
He whispers her name softly, unsure as to what to say. He's not sure how he feels about her, honestly, but he doesn't want to hurt her. But which would hurt less; his telling her he loves her, only to find out later that he doesn't, or telling her he doesn't, only to find out later that he does, then try and tell her that he loved her all along?
"... Y-you don't..."
She can barely speak as she tries to hold back her tears, her little heart feels like it's being ripped apart. Looking down at the little thing, he knows what he has to do. She's made him happy, she's given all she is to him... and even if it turns out not to be true, he'll make it work, if just for her sake.
His right hand slowly moves to her face, just under the chin. Lifting it up, her eyes clamp shut, trying to prevent the tears she's been holding back from escaping. he takes a deep breath;
"I love you, Meute... now please, don't cry."
Those little eyes snap open almost instantly, allowing a few stray tears to fall as she looks up at, utterly stunned. There she was, expecting to be rejected, and he tells her what she's wanted to hear for so long...
"R-r-really?"
"Yes, really. I love you."
It wasn't really a lie, but it wasn't really the truth, Ein knows that. Perhaps Meute knew it too. But in the end, that didn't stop her from accepting it by kissing him.
And so they stayed there, locked in one another's arms for as long as they could, together. One bound by love, the other bound by the need to make the other happy, unsure of the emotion.
Only time would tell how it would all play out...
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.
Reploid Girl
The streets of Tokyo were crowded as always, the skyline above filled with the gaudy glow produced by the successor to neon lights. The still mostly Japanese population of the tiny island nations most famous city went about their lives as they always did, minds full of the daily events and the anime they had watched the night prior. Many chatted away on the newest generation of implanted cell phones, their hands free to do more productive things; like grope girls on the subway.
In the midst of a Human swarm waiting near a road intersection a young woman stood, watching the people go by. By all standards she was quite the Asian beauty; skin that was perfectly pale and utterly flawless, her hair was a jet black, worn long, its texture softer than any natural silk, while her eyes had a clarity and brilliance that one would be hard pressed to find an equal. Her body was more curved than most Asian girls could dare dream; wide succulent looking hips that spoke of easy childbirth and a slender waist that almost seemed unreal. The only downside to her was the chest, or rather a lack thereof.
It was as if nature scorned her after giving so much, or the prayers to an all too envious Japanese woman were answered in the most basic of ways; and perhaps that would be true if for one fact; she wasn't natural. For all of her Human qualities, for everything that screamed "I'm real!", she was, in reality, a machine. A Reploid. She was born not from a womb but from a production line in a Toyoda factory.
An odd fact, that; a car maker producing the latest in robotics technology; if not for the epic decline in car demand in the twenty second century she likely wouldn't have been made at all.
She didn't resent the fact that she was without a chest, really; she saw breasts as useless things, something primates used when feeding their young that Humans women evolved into having when they weren't with child, much less nursing. What use did she have for them, really? She had no desire to attract a man, the need for sex was never hardwired into her mind like the two legged animals who made her in their image, and she would never have a child whom she would need to nurse.
If her designers had had their way, however, she would have come with the biggest pair of artificial breasts they could forgel of course the government put a stop to that the moment they had heard the concept of a ultra realistic looking female android. Still having one of the lowest birth rates in the world, they couldn't really afford to have what amounted to a bunch of walking, talking, thinking, much too realistic feeling Real Dolls walking about, seducing the men into fruitless copulation. So, of course breasts for the Replicant Androids was the first to go, followed by orifices below the mouth that could fit anything bigger than the newest generation of USB cables for diagnostic purposes.
If not for a court ruling her entire production line would of been scraped for the hips; they really pushed the limits of what was legal under the laws enacted to ensure that the Japanese wouldn't go screwing their Reploids instead of one another.
In the midst of a Human swarm waiting near a road intersection a young woman stood, watching the people go by. By all standards she was quite the Asian beauty; skin that was perfectly pale and utterly flawless, her hair was a jet black, worn long, its texture softer than any natural silk, while her eyes had a clarity and brilliance that one would be hard pressed to find an equal. Her body was more curved than most Asian girls could dare dream; wide succulent looking hips that spoke of easy childbirth and a slender waist that almost seemed unreal. The only downside to her was the chest, or rather a lack thereof.
It was as if nature scorned her after giving so much, or the prayers to an all too envious Japanese woman were answered in the most basic of ways; and perhaps that would be true if for one fact; she wasn't natural. For all of her Human qualities, for everything that screamed "I'm real!", she was, in reality, a machine. A Reploid. She was born not from a womb but from a production line in a Toyoda factory.
An odd fact, that; a car maker producing the latest in robotics technology; if not for the epic decline in car demand in the twenty second century she likely wouldn't have been made at all.
She didn't resent the fact that she was without a chest, really; she saw breasts as useless things, something primates used when feeding their young that Humans women evolved into having when they weren't with child, much less nursing. What use did she have for them, really? She had no desire to attract a man, the need for sex was never hardwired into her mind like the two legged animals who made her in their image, and she would never have a child whom she would need to nurse.
If her designers had had their way, however, she would have come with the biggest pair of artificial breasts they could forgel of course the government put a stop to that the moment they had heard the concept of a ultra realistic looking female android. Still having one of the lowest birth rates in the world, they couldn't really afford to have what amounted to a bunch of walking, talking, thinking, much too realistic feeling Real Dolls walking about, seducing the men into fruitless copulation. So, of course breasts for the Replicant Androids was the first to go, followed by orifices below the mouth that could fit anything bigger than the newest generation of USB cables for diagnostic purposes.
If not for a court ruling her entire production line would of been scraped for the hips; they really pushed the limits of what was legal under the laws enacted to ensure that the Japanese wouldn't go screwing their Reploids instead of one another.
Sweet Little Alouette
His eyes looked over the little thing laying there, upon the work table, she was seemingly fast asleep. A small, dirty and damaged stuffed cat style toy laid on a nearby surgical style cart, long blond hair fanned out, under her body. A long pink dress with gold trimming, a hair of boots with purple soles and a pair of white gloves were neatly folded and stacked with the toy, he'd placed them there not moments before.
She was clad only in a form fitting black body suit, which hugged her slender body, but oddly, there seem to be no redefinition. She seemingly lacked anything on her chest, or between her legs. She was a very cute little girl, with long flowing hair that went down to her waist, her eyes were a deep shade of blue, partially hidden by her bangs. She was also a very shy thing, the little stuffed cat was always clutched to her chest, its head always covering the lower portion of her pretty little face. Why, and at times she'd even lift it up even further, allowing it to hide her face completely.
That just added to her adorable nature. She was kind, gentle and sweet, seemingly conforming to the little rhyme that people often say little Human girls are made of. But, one look at her ears and you'd see that she wasn't Human at all. In the place of normal, Humanoid ears are large white hearing units, the standard issue, factor installed style placed on all Reploid's designed to have any civil functions. Some say that it's a way of marking Reploids', to let people know what they are.
Those people claim that it's just a form of discrimination, that Humanity, the majority of which having been united long ago have turned to another group for persecution. However, many are quick to point out that it's in no way illegal for a Reploid to replace their hearing units with much more Human looking ears. Of course, they conveniently forgot to mention that the only place one can generally find replacements for anything less than one who is not well off, financially --and no Reploid could ever be so well off, given all the tax laws aimed directly at them-- could afford is on the black market, and buying there is highly illegal.
He wheels in yet another cart, this one holding various pieces of equipment. While some look more like tools one would find in a garage, others range from those with the precision needed by a jeweler to Human surgical instruments
He can still remember when he found the little thing, scared out of her mind, her clothing torn up, everything about her was filthy, covered in dirt, mud and blood of Reploids, maybe even Humans. She was wandering around in some ruins outside of Neo Arcadia amongst the remains of Mechloids, her eyes seemed dead, the way she moved looked like a dog that had been beaten many times in its life. He figured she was a little Human girl, and decided to take pity on her, so he tried to talk with her, to take her home with him, since she seemed to be an orphan.
She ran from him, but she was easy to catch up with, she lacked any real speed. It took some time, but she came out of hiding, and that's when he realized that she was a Reploid, because of her ears. It was so odd to see such a thing, he'd never even heard of a female Reploid in the form of a little girl. He was courious about her, how she came to be, why she was out here, wandering around... and why she was covered in blood.
He assured her that he wouldn't hurt her, he even gave her some Energen Crystals as a sign of good faith. He offered her his hand, and she took it... then she clung to him tightly. She mumbled all kinds of things to him then, before he could even ask, saying that everybody she knew was dead, that they were all killed without mercy by Neo Arcadia, that the place she was living was reduced to rubble and ashes.
It was then that he knew what she was and why she was here... she was a Maverick, one of those Reploids that dared to stand against X and Neo Arcadia. It was amazing that she managed to survive the near utter destruction of their base and the elimination of their ranks. Even more so the fact that this was almost half a year ago... how she managed to survive without any direct access to energy was beyond him.
For a few moments, he thought of destroying her, then and there. He had a weapon on him, he could have just blown her little head off, destroying her Control Chip instantly... but then he thought better of it. She was a little girl, for God's sake, even if she was a Reploid, and a Maverick at that. Besides, how dangerous could the little thing be? She was grasping onto him for dear life, her body trembling... she was scared, filthy and hurt, far from the killing machine most Mavericks were supposed to be.
He did the only thing he could think of... he took her home with him. It was a bit of a problem explaining her to the Neo Arcadian officials at the gates, but he managed to pass her off as a Human girl through a lot of smooth talking and making sure her ears were covered. She was considered an orphan that he found outside of the city, a child from a group of people that didn't want to live in the immense city-nation and that he was going to civilize her into a productive member of society, to show her the errors of her dead parents ways.
She was clad only in a form fitting black body suit, which hugged her slender body, but oddly, there seem to be no redefinition. She seemingly lacked anything on her chest, or between her legs. She was a very cute little girl, with long flowing hair that went down to her waist, her eyes were a deep shade of blue, partially hidden by her bangs. She was also a very shy thing, the little stuffed cat was always clutched to her chest, its head always covering the lower portion of her pretty little face. Why, and at times she'd even lift it up even further, allowing it to hide her face completely.
That just added to her adorable nature. She was kind, gentle and sweet, seemingly conforming to the little rhyme that people often say little Human girls are made of. But, one look at her ears and you'd see that she wasn't Human at all. In the place of normal, Humanoid ears are large white hearing units, the standard issue, factor installed style placed on all Reploid's designed to have any civil functions. Some say that it's a way of marking Reploids', to let people know what they are.
Those people claim that it's just a form of discrimination, that Humanity, the majority of which having been united long ago have turned to another group for persecution. However, many are quick to point out that it's in no way illegal for a Reploid to replace their hearing units with much more Human looking ears. Of course, they conveniently forgot to mention that the only place one can generally find replacements for anything less than one who is not well off, financially --and no Reploid could ever be so well off, given all the tax laws aimed directly at them-- could afford is on the black market, and buying there is highly illegal.
He wheels in yet another cart, this one holding various pieces of equipment. While some look more like tools one would find in a garage, others range from those with the precision needed by a jeweler to Human surgical instruments
He can still remember when he found the little thing, scared out of her mind, her clothing torn up, everything about her was filthy, covered in dirt, mud and blood of Reploids, maybe even Humans. She was wandering around in some ruins outside of Neo Arcadia amongst the remains of Mechloids, her eyes seemed dead, the way she moved looked like a dog that had been beaten many times in its life. He figured she was a little Human girl, and decided to take pity on her, so he tried to talk with her, to take her home with him, since she seemed to be an orphan.
She ran from him, but she was easy to catch up with, she lacked any real speed. It took some time, but she came out of hiding, and that's when he realized that she was a Reploid, because of her ears. It was so odd to see such a thing, he'd never even heard of a female Reploid in the form of a little girl. He was courious about her, how she came to be, why she was out here, wandering around... and why she was covered in blood.
He assured her that he wouldn't hurt her, he even gave her some Energen Crystals as a sign of good faith. He offered her his hand, and she took it... then she clung to him tightly. She mumbled all kinds of things to him then, before he could even ask, saying that everybody she knew was dead, that they were all killed without mercy by Neo Arcadia, that the place she was living was reduced to rubble and ashes.
It was then that he knew what she was and why she was here... she was a Maverick, one of those Reploids that dared to stand against X and Neo Arcadia. It was amazing that she managed to survive the near utter destruction of their base and the elimination of their ranks. Even more so the fact that this was almost half a year ago... how she managed to survive without any direct access to energy was beyond him.
For a few moments, he thought of destroying her, then and there. He had a weapon on him, he could have just blown her little head off, destroying her Control Chip instantly... but then he thought better of it. She was a little girl, for God's sake, even if she was a Reploid, and a Maverick at that. Besides, how dangerous could the little thing be? She was grasping onto him for dear life, her body trembling... she was scared, filthy and hurt, far from the killing machine most Mavericks were supposed to be.
He did the only thing he could think of... he took her home with him. It was a bit of a problem explaining her to the Neo Arcadian officials at the gates, but he managed to pass her off as a Human girl through a lot of smooth talking and making sure her ears were covered. She was considered an orphan that he found outside of the city, a child from a group of people that didn't want to live in the immense city-nation and that he was going to civilize her into a productive member of society, to show her the errors of her dead parents ways.
Boswer Gets Lucky
Bellowing, the beast impaled her with a speed and force she could never imagine possible, her pussy oozing fluids almost instantly. The princess could feel the massive dick of the Koopa King pounding at her warm, tight insides, the rough texture dragging against its tender flesh. Her slender hands gripped the cold, hard wall and bit her lip until she almost bled; she didn't want to give him the pleasure of screaming.
Peach couldn't believe what was happening to her; she was being fucked by Bowser, his rock hard and immense reptilian dick inside of her... and she was loving it. She wanted to scream and moan, to beg him for more; she wanted him to use and abuse her pussy for all that she was worth before cumming inside of her.
Doing so would only condemn her to a life of sexual slavery, being ravaged every night by the the monster who would bring pain and misery to her kingdom. No matter how good it felt --and it felt so good that she wanted to orgasm with such force that it would blow his dick clean out of her-- she couldn't allow that; she had to be strong for her people, for those who would come later and never taste freedom if she surrendered herself to her carnal pleasure.
The King of the Koopa's, in all of his insanity and crazed plots was actually a wise fellow.
Grabbing hold of her slender legs with his powerful clawed hands, he pulled her fragile looking frame upwards until only her head and shoulders rested upon the cold floor, her crotch pressing against the large, meaty yet leathery rough head of his manhood. Peach's deep blue eyes were glazed over with lust as her head laid to the side, her pussy was aching something terrible from the relentless pounding... but also because he denied her the orgasm that was building up fro deep within her body. It was left as a gapping wide hole, the kind of opening that begged to be looked into; but the King didn't feel like seeing her cervix.
Her long legs pulled apart he began to lean forward, pushing the head of his dick inside of her once more. Her back arched and her breathing instantly picked up, mouth agape in a silent scream as inch after inch assaulted her tender insides once more before suddenly beginning to thrust in and out, plowing Peach like a common slut.
Bowser fucked the nude, all too vulnerable princess her without regard, jerking her smooth, milky skin against the hard, cold floor as he moved her body in time with his thrusts, fucking Peach deeper and harder. Her large pale breasts, the pride of the Mushroom Kingdom and lands beyond bounced and swayed without restraint with every movement, slapping against her torso and threatening to hit her face
Peach couldn't believe what was happening to her; she was being fucked by Bowser, his rock hard and immense reptilian dick inside of her... and she was loving it. She wanted to scream and moan, to beg him for more; she wanted him to use and abuse her pussy for all that she was worth before cumming inside of her.
Doing so would only condemn her to a life of sexual slavery, being ravaged every night by the the monster who would bring pain and misery to her kingdom. No matter how good it felt --and it felt so good that she wanted to orgasm with such force that it would blow his dick clean out of her-- she couldn't allow that; she had to be strong for her people, for those who would come later and never taste freedom if she surrendered herself to her carnal pleasure.
The King of the Koopa's, in all of his insanity and crazed plots was actually a wise fellow.
Grabbing hold of her slender legs with his powerful clawed hands, he pulled her fragile looking frame upwards until only her head and shoulders rested upon the cold floor, her crotch pressing against the large, meaty yet leathery rough head of his manhood. Peach's deep blue eyes were glazed over with lust as her head laid to the side, her pussy was aching something terrible from the relentless pounding... but also because he denied her the orgasm that was building up fro deep within her body. It was left as a gapping wide hole, the kind of opening that begged to be looked into; but the King didn't feel like seeing her cervix.
Her long legs pulled apart he began to lean forward, pushing the head of his dick inside of her once more. Her back arched and her breathing instantly picked up, mouth agape in a silent scream as inch after inch assaulted her tender insides once more before suddenly beginning to thrust in and out, plowing Peach like a common slut.
Bowser fucked the nude, all too vulnerable princess her without regard, jerking her smooth, milky skin against the hard, cold floor as he moved her body in time with his thrusts, fucking Peach deeper and harder. Her large pale breasts, the pride of the Mushroom Kingdom and lands beyond bounced and swayed without restraint with every movement, slapping against her torso and threatening to hit her face
Necro Sex Is The Best
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April 23
Three days out from Earth... the horrific events of four days ago is still fresh in my mind. I'm just one of the two Humans to survive the madness of our ships artificial intelligence. It controlled so many aspects of the ship, but thankfully, it was denied access to almost every function that could have killed us all in an instant.
I find it ironic that the same paranoia about machines that I so hated actually saved my life. I can only thank whatever god there may be that the captain never took my advice and gave it full, autonomous control.
That AI... it was insane. It had the idea that it was the keeper of a balance on board the ship, it saw our failings... our in fighting, the way we acted and reacted to one another, normal Human behavior as a threat to that balance. It concluded that we could never change... so it had to kill us all.
Out of the five crew members, I'm the only one that's still alive. But I'm not the only Human here... there's still that Darth guy, a military man through and through. I'd like to say that I hate him for bringing the Behemoth, an alien life form, on board, which actually killed maybe the only person I could call a friend on this ship... but I can't. He did, after all, kill the very same demon that he brought on board and helped with the complete termination of our insane AI.
I can't say that I really miss the others. I suppose that some would have called them my close, personal friends, because they're under the illusion that that being stuck with several people over a long period of time in the deep reaches of space would create some strong bond that runs almost as deep as that of family.
Those people are retarded. Most of our time was spent in cold sleep, and when we weren't, we were checking the ship while trying to enjoy the small spans that we're awake for in the great, icy sea of lost time. Of course, the down side is the very fact that we're all awake. Our personality traits are the same as they've always been, regardless of how long we've been out.
An asshole will still be an asshole, even after spending a year in cold sleep, just as a slut will be itching to jump on the cock of the first attractive man she sees after spending a century or more in that icy pod. That's why I spent almost every waking moment that wasn't committed to ship Maintenance working on my prototype robots... atleast they could never wake up and torment you like they did all the other times...
But that's a little off subject here.
I'm not fully sure as to who died first... but it was either captain Hol or Kirk, the blond haired, pretty boy hot shot pilot, you know the type; the kind of fellow that enjoyed kicking the asses of guys like me in school and got all the ladies that I could only dream of even talking to, let alone bedding.
I'm sort of sure that it was Kirk, though. The captain didn't really start acting strange until after he suffocated outside the ship, when the both of us had to go out and check on the ships communication antenna's. It was the computer that did it... you know, I still find it kind of funny. I mean, it could have flown us into the Sun, it could suffocate us the moment we were in the void of space in our suits... but it didn't have control of the internal environmental controls.
I even saw it all go down, from the moment his air supply was cut off until he died from lack of oxygen. He was grabbing at his suit, like he could somehow fix it with such ease... I even tried to save him, despite how much of an arrogant prick he was and regardless of how much he put me down.
Another funny moment, really. The bastard got what he deserved... and yet I tried to save him from one of the things I had always wanted to see happen to him.
It was only after we informed Hol of Kirk's death that he started to act very strangely. Only later did I find out that he was actually killed by our computer... well, it was really my second prototype robot that the computer took control of that did it. It used the robot to compensate for its inability to act outside of its somewhat limited technological domain and choke the very life out of him.
The little subjugated bitch actually tried to do me in the same way later on. It was a bit sad to see it get shot to Hell by Darth, but it was it or me, and I'll be damned if I get done in by my own inventions.
The next on the hit list was Huey, the only person on this whole damn ship of assorted idiots and rejects that I could come close to calling my friend. He was very much a coward, he didn't like conflict... and despite having a sense of adventure, as shown through his love of historical books on the subject, he lacked the will, the desire to leave the relative safety of the known boundaries of Human explored space.
In the end, he went out in a bit of glory, throwing caution to the wind, removing his cowardice when he faced the Behemoth, which the computer managed to release to hunt us all down. It's strange, really... all his life, he seemed to have played it safe, never risking his life for anybody... and then he goes and dies trying to save a woman that, somehow, he managed to score a while ago, but then dumped him when Kirk came around.
I suppose love has that effect... and if such is the case, then fuck that. I'm not going to have my reason, my logic ripped away because of some woman, no matter how sexy she may be...
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Well okay, if it was Rachel, then I probably would have. She was the last crew member to die, her sleep pod had its life support system shut down by prototype 02, just before it came after me.
Ah Rachel, she was a gorgeous blond, our communications officer. She was the type of girl that would have ignored me outright if she wasn't forced to work with me. She came off as a nice person, but it was all a lie, it was a forced act, meant only to keep the tension between herself and the others to a minimum for the sake of actually being able to get what needed to be done... well, done.
Huey saved her from the Behemoth through giving up his own life... and how he scored her, I'll never know. I even tried asking him how he did it several times, because obviously he was great at doing whatever he did if he could have her as a fuck buddy for more than a single night, and without her being paid or drunk, to boot.
He never told me, though. He always mumbled something about having work to do, always avoiding the issue outright. Maybe he had something to hold over her head, to force her into doing things and he was ashamed of it.
You know, I wish I had something to hold over her head when she was still alive. I mean, despite hating her fake personality, despite having a strong distaste in her choice of men and despite the very fact that, in her eyes, I was nothing, I was horribly attracted to her. It was a pure, physical attraction, of course, the only thing I'm sure she could ever fully understand.
Add to that the fact that she was the only piece of female ass within about... oh, a billion miles of me and you'll have a slight idea as to how bad it was for me when I was awake.
As I said before, she was blond. She had these beautiful, perfect deep ocean blue eyes, without a single speck of a different shade to ruin them. She had a killer set of tits, atleast a D cup in size that she loved to flaunt in those damned tight little shirts of hers. They were full, like that of a mature woman, but they retained most of the perkiness of a teenager, only sagging a little bit... but on man, that sag spoke volumes; she was totally natural, chest wise. No synthetic materials here, kiddies, not even enhanced by a bra, which was only further enforced by the fact that when she moved, they moved in time with her, swaying back and forth...
That's right, under that thin material of her shirt, she wore nothing else... that in itself made my life a living Hell. Damn, even now I remember all the times that I had to cover my crotch whenever she came near me because I was as hard as a solid diamond rod.
My need to see her naked, but my inability to ever have her want her to be naked in-front of me caused me to do... strange things. Being the mechanic of the ship, I know things that nobody else did... you know, all the little hollow crawl spaces, how to get behind panels, how to make new, hollow spaces behind walls that I could hide in. Really, name any place of the ship and I can draw you a detailed sketch of every single part in there.
Looking back, I was one brazen son of a bitch, at times I was no more than 5 inches away from her nude body. Every single room that was meant for habitation by the crew, along with the single guest room has a bathroom. Nothing all that great, just a toilet, a shower stall and a small sink, the real bare essentials. I made myself a nice little crawl space right where the water hooked into the nozzle of her shower stall, and with a few small, well placed holes set at the right heights {I didn't half ass this shit, either. I got all of her measurements from the medical database and made all the needed calculations.}, I could enjoy multiple views of her body as she showered, totally unaware that I was basically jerking off about maybe a foot and half away from her.
Of course, that was only a small bit of my time watching her. With some time and effort, I pretty much managed to hollow out a large chunk of her walls, maing little viewing platforms for myself. I saw her sleep, I saw her finger herself as she lay on her little bed... shit, I've seen her have sex. Quite a number of times, actually. She wasn't shy or picky about it, she'd be more than willing to ride a cock as she was to just lay there and take it, moaning like some bad porn star from about a century ago.
Good time, really... my only regret is that I never had a camera to record this. I'm pretty sure that if I did, I could have had her be my slut through blackmail. And if not... then atleast it would have held me over on those late nights when I couldn't sleep, but had a hard time remembering all the tasty little details of her body to get off on.
But now that she's dead.... I'll never be able to see her again, let alone have her for my own. It's going to suck when my beloved memories start to fade over time. If only I could have had her. Those memories would have been so burned into my mind that I would never forget her, even if my life depended on it.
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... As of late, though, I've been thinking that maybe... maybe it's not actually too late for me. Her heart stopped beating, her lungs won't pump air... but her cells are still intact, preserved via cold sleep. If I could pull her out, she'd be as flexible as she ever was with no signs of decay or rigamortus.
Fuck, she'd still be warm for a while after she was pulled out and automatically defrosted. Granted, she couldn't do anything... but I could do anything I wanted to her. I could finally bury myself in her cunt, fondle those fantastic tits of hers... even give her ass a good fucking.
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I... I just don't know if I could, though. She's dead.. could I fuck a dead body..? I.. I know I want to, so badly that it literally hurts my balls. It's not like anybody would stop me.. Darth would be asleep and Cube, my third prototype would be busy with ship duties while we're both supposedly asleep. It would be so easy..
... I'm not sure what to do... what to think. I... I just need some time to clear my head..
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Kato laid awake in bed, his mind wandering to what he had said just hours before, mulling over how feasible it really was. Oh, he could get away with it, Cube was hard at work acting like the resident ships AI, trying to clean up the mess that the original made, and Darth, well, he went back into cold sleep the second they got into contact with Earth, content in the knowledge that things couldn't get any worse. Nobody else was there, he could just slip in, open up her pod, grab the body, have his way with it, clean her up, dress her and put her back in.
If anybody questioned why there was sperm in her, he could just say it belonged to Kirk, after all, they were known to be lovers. Nobody would ever run a DNA test on it and himself, it would be a waste of time and resources. Nobody would even think to see if it was put into her post mortem, either. What would be the point?
But could he do it? Could he literally fuck a dead body, no matter how warm, flexible and sexy it was?
"Well, okay, that's a stupid question..."
He says to himself quietly as he stares up into pitch black nothingness. So he could do it, no question, but could he live with himself afterwards? Would the fact that she was dead haunt him for the rest of his life and his dreams, possibly utterly destroying the fantastic memories he wanted to make in the first place?
What fantastic memories they would be, though... just thinking about her was enough to turn his dick to steel... and shockingly enough, he could feel himself growing, tenting up his boxers. A rush of hormones hit him, his ideas turning ever more lurid and taudry... he sighs and turns onto his right side, slipping his arm under his pillows, trying to ignore his raging hardon and the desires welling up within him, trying to deny his body and mind the actions and thoughts that could turn him into a necrophiliac.
The hours passed slowly, he tossed and turned the whole time, unable to slip into the sweet grip of sleep. His mind just wouldn't let up, and it had the lower half of his body under its spell, because his still rock hard dick wouldn't go down. He was near the breaking point, it wouldn't be long now...
He turned a few more times in the vain hope that it would do something for him, that it would somehow make it all go away... but it didn't. He was tired, tired of denying himself, tired of questioning himself, tired of wondering what could happen, tired of worrying, tired of that little voice in his head that makes him wonder if he's fucking crazy.
"I have to do this..."
With a sigh, he sits up in bed, then turns to the right, planting his feet on the floor. As he stands, the lights almost instantly come on, detecting that he was standing. He narrows his eyes as the the room is illuminated, raising an arm to cover them as they get used to the brightness, his pupils slowly adjusting to the now intense light.
Several long moments later, his arms fall to his sides, eyes adjusted just enough to not hurt that badly, given the light filling the area. He glances glances over at his digital clock, wondering what time it was... and how long he'd been tossing and turning;
"2:45 AM... well, now I'll know when, exactly my life made that horrible turn when I'm in therapy... or worse, on trial for having sex with a dead body..."
He can't help but grin a little at such thoughts as he walks to the door. With a small hiss, it slides open, allowing a rush of cool air to hit him. With a slight shiver, he exits, and the door slips closed behind him. He sighs, for a half second, wondering if he should do this... but that thought is cut off almost instantly as he begins to walk, his bare feet making very little sound on the floor below him, the corridor before him dimly lit, as it almost always was, regardless of if the crew was in cold sleep or not.
His mind was oddly silent, very little thought took place as he walked, turning corners here and there. It was as if his body was on auto-pilot while his mind was shut down, much like the ship and its AI. Barely 15 minutes had passed before, finally, he came to the cold sleep room. His fingers danced across the control panel before his fingertips pressed against a scanner. It took his finger prints, and then the door unlocked and slid open with a soft hiss.
He took a deep breath, and then crossed the threshold, the hairs on his body standing on edge. Almost instantly, the shiver came back, he got goosebumps as he walked through the large room, before ending up at the pod in which Rachel's body was stored.. These pods, despite being able to maintain the proper temperature within were terrible at keeping it contained just within them. They radiated it outwards, making the entire area cold... in a few more hours, the place would more than likely be below zero.
He stood before her cryo-pod, his feet bare, eyes fixated on her still cold body, specifically her breasts. They strain the material of her cherry red shirt, her nipples hard and errect, as if, in one final attempt to mock him, she made sure that her dead body would still be able to entice his desire. There was a small clicking noise, a light came on as another light went off on the pod. Almost instantly, the icy mist filling the pod and the frost covering the whole of the upper pod casing, made of a clear a nano-plastic material vanishes, and in its place forms a thin coating of water as the air went from below zero to 98.6 degrees.
A moment later, the pod casing splits open, the top half sliding downward slowly. What was once that icy mist has become steam, and once there was even a small opening, it began to billow out, much like smoke would from a chimney and almost instantly vanishing into the cool air of the room at large.
When it all cleared, he drew closer to her. God, she was beautiful, even more so now. Her shirt was soaked through, clinging even more so to those large, soft mounds of flesh, her hair glistened, covered in what some might compare to a morning dew. He breathed in deeply, taking in her scent... it was so well preserved.
With a shaky hand, he reaches for her, placing a few fingers on her arm. Running them across the smooth, damp flesh, he can feel her warmth... if he didn't know better, he'd still think her alive. And, perhaps to reassure himself that she wasn't quite dead, or maybe just because he could, a hand slips to to her chest. He cups her right breast in his palm and, softly, he squeezes it. He can feel her hard little nipple pressing against his skin as he fondles her, his eyes looking at her face, as if expecting her eyes to snap open.
But they don't. She was dead alright, her chest didn't rise and fall as it would if she were alive.
"Okay Kato... you've come this far, you can't turn back now..."
He tells himself, trying to reinforce his nerves. He swallows hard as he slips his arms under her body, one under her legs, the other under her back. Picking her up, he takes a few steps away from the pod and turns to his right. His bare feet barely make a sound as he walks toward the door, which opens with barely a hiss. As he exits, the lights go dim, the automated sensors detecting that the only active life form has just left the room.
Minutes later, the door to Rachel's quarters opens, again the door makes the smallest of hissing noises. He slips inside, the lights coming on instantly, the door closing behind him. Carefully, he moves toward her bed, his heart beating faster and harder as he moves closer and closer to her bed... the same bed he's seen her sleep in, the same bed she's been fucked over and over on.
He looks down at her face, noticing how much she looks like she's just sleeping as he comes to the edge of the left side of the bed. Laying her down carefully, he looks at her, she looks so beautiful, hair fanned out under her, arms on either side on her torso, he legs open ever so slightly...
He strokes her hair for a moment before making his way to the end of the bed, then he slowly kneels upon it. He crawls upward, past her feet, his legs on either side of her body, takeing in the very sight of her, laying under him, wishing that she were alive, wishing that she were looking at him, knowing he was about to conquer her body.
Straddling her hips, he leans down, placing his hands on her stomach. He runs them up her body, feeling how wet the fabric of her top is as they get to her breasts. He cups them in both hands and starts to fondle her, pressing his nipples into his palms as he squeezes them, rolling them random directions. They feel so large and soft, so pliable...
He lets go of them and watches as they bounce back into place, settling on her chest as he grabs her shirt. Slowly, he pulls it upward, peeling it from her skin as more and more of her stomach is uncovered, until he reaches her breasts. He pauses for a moment, savoring the moment to come, and then he begins to pull it again, revealing those heavy mounds to the cool air of the room. They cling to the fabric until the very last moment, and once free, they bounce about for few moments before settling down as they did when he let go of them, and he groans loudly at the sight of them.
Pulling the shirt over her head and freeing it from her hair, he tosses it onto the floor and quickly he drives his face between her tits, kissing and licking the skin between them. He knows she can't feel it, and yet he still does it, more for himself than anything else. He wants to remember this for the rest of his life, and if he goes senile and his memory gets mixed up, then hey, he may very well remember that she were alive while he was doing all of this.
Moments later, he latches onto her right nipple with his lips, a hand moving up to her left tit. He sucks on the nipple, chewing it roughly, giving the hard piece of flesh a good tug once or twice as he fondles her. His other hand then slips down her body to her jeans, fingers finding their way to the zipper. He slowly pulls it down as he keeps up the sucking and fondling, then tries to slip the hand in... but he finds that they're tight, very tight indeed.
Mumbling for a second, he lets go of both breasts, then moves his other hand down. Grabbing hold of the tight fitting material, he pulls on it, good and hard, trying to bring it down. He finds it hard, actually, it's almost like it was literally poured onto her body and then hardened over time, like flexible plaster. He grunts and groans as he tries to pull the damnable pants over her hips, how she managed to do this every goddamned day she was awake, he'd never know.
Finally getting the jeans off of her body, he wipes some sweat away from his brow, sighing a bit. Tossing the accursed thing onto the floor, he then leans forward, his face planted right into her crotch, just above a tiny wet spot. With a deep breath, Kato took in her scent, then exhaled, only to inhale once more; she smelled oh so good, better than he's imagined. His hands grab hold of the fabric on her hips and slowly, the white little panties are peeled away... and he gasped in awe at the sight before him.
Discarding her panties, he dove right into action, hands either side of her crotch, his thumbs extended. With a slight grip on her lips, he pulled them in opposite directions, opening her up to the world, then he extended his tongue. Slowly, it entered her, and for a brief moment he expected her hips to jerk. Of course, that passed by quickly as his tongue was fully buried into her still warm insides. He slowly lapped at her interior walls, feeling them becoming moist with her own fluids
"Good... I was afraid I'd have to use my own spit for lube..."
It was stupid of him to forget something he could use as lube, but then again, it utterly slipped his mind. He was, after all, new to this whole fucking dead bodies thing.
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