Story Notes:
Buizel finds out about adult issues sshortly after puberty hits home.
Prologue
PROLOGUE
It was late autumn and the Kricketots and Kricketunes were humming gently with the breeze. The storm clouds were brewing and a small orange dot was playing in a yard far below them, unaware of their electrical energy that would certainly fry it alive if the lightning were to strike.
A blackened sky and a spot of rain, neither of these things affected Buizel as he jumped joyfully into puddles and slid about in the mud careless and free. His Floatzel father and mother were staring through the window at him, happy to see him having such fun. But it was realy getting rather late, so they called him inside to avoid the approaching storm.
"But I wanna play some more" Buizel whined, approaching his small house's door. His parents shook their heads at him and ushered him inside. He moaned pathetically and moved inside, making sure to splash in one last puddle before he did.
His parents moved to the kitchen, preparing some unknown food that smelled vile for later on that evening, Buizel meanwhile traipsed upstairs to clean the mud from his fur. He walked down the narrow hallway towards, the bathrooom, seeing the faded green paint on it's door. He approached the bathroom, opened, walked through then shut and locked the door swiftly. He decided to take a look in the mirror, moving in front of it.
He was the typical example of a Buizel: rather small in stature; shallow orange fur covered his body except his stomach, chin, eyebrows and two oval shaped patches on his back which were all white; he had dark blue eyes; black arks on his cheeks; a small black nose, a small curved mouth; a yellow floatation ring around his neck; thin blue fins on his arms; two white-tipped orange tail and a set of male genitals. The only thing that seperated him from other Buizels was the small circle patch of red fur on his stomach, which was in the shape of a Kabuto.
He was around 14 years old and had never had a real relationship, although he only reccently went through puberty he was kind of bumbed about it. He flicked his tail around and admired himself from multiple angles.
He sighed at himself eyeing his newly dropped balls, wondering what on earth they were used for. He sighed again and turned on the shower slowly. Water poured heavily from the shower head, warm and wet. He quickly stepped in (already naked, due to being a pokemon) and immediately started rinsing the mud off his fur. He quickly cleaned the top half of his body, that mud was the freshest somehow.Some of the mud had started to solidify so he had to scrub at it to remove it.
He worked his way down until he was upon his genital area. The instant he touched it a shiver went down his spine, an intense pleasure presented itself to him. He wondered why this had happened, he had cleaned his cock before without this happening. Unusual he though, eying his sheath wonderingly. He touched it again and the pleasure rose up him once more. He liked this new pleasure and tried rubbing it with his paw.
Pleasure shot through him again, but this time more violently. He continued rubbing, slowly carressing his shaft and his newly emerged ball sack. A small pinkish light had appeared at the end of his cock, again it coated him in wonderment. He touched the small pink light with his finger. This made more pleasure shoot through him, and made the pink light emerge further from him.
He wanted to know what this thing was for, it seemed to him that everytime he touched it, it gave him pleasure in a way he had not experienced before. He liked this pleasure and decided to see how long it would last. He placed both his hands on it and immediately felt another rush of pleasure. But the pink thing would not grow anymore, so Buizel began to stroke it; trying to coax it out. It worked and the pleasure the stroking gave him was imense, his cock now erected fully to around 4 1/2 inches long (which is big for a Buizel).
He wanted more pleasure, so began stroking it faster. The pleasure was now a continuous rush of energy, forcing him to hump into his hands. He didn't know what was happening, but whatever it was it felt good so he continued. He kept increasing the pace, stroking faster for more pleasure. And then something happened, his rear was tightening and a weird feeling surged through him. He could not stop humping into his hands, now experiencing extrodinary amounts of pleasure coursing through him. He new something had changed but was too preoccupied with the pleasure building up that he didn't care much.
Suddenly, he came. The pleasure of cumming was a definate increase of the initial playing. His ass had tightened and his balls were releasing a thick, white jet of liquid against the wall. It coated the wall in a weird pattern, appearing to shoot randomly all over. The stream stopped and only now did Buizel realize that he was panting heavily and drenced with sweat and the water from the shower. He rinced himelf off a little and then he realised the mess he had made was quite obvious (being on a black wall) and cleaned it off using his water gun and the shower water to do it. He switched the shower off, him and the shower quite clean now.
He wanted to know more about what had happened. He decided that he would not ask his mother as she would just worry, so he decided he would go ask his father, tomorrow while his mother was at work he would slyly ask some of the reverberating questions buzzing round his mind. He unlocked and opened the door exiting into the halway beyond, taking a bucket-load of questions with him.Chapter End Notes:I hope you enjoyed it. Please rate and review. Please send me only CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Thanks for reading the first chapter, there will be more, although there might be a while between chapters. Sorry if some parts lacked anything. Thanks once again. :
It was late autumn and the Kricketots and Kricketunes were humming gently with the breeze. The storm clouds were brewing and a small orange dot was playing in a yard far below them, unaware of their electrical energy that would certainly fry it alive if the lightning were to strike.
A blackened sky and a spot of rain, neither of these things affected Buizel as he jumped joyfully into puddles and slid about in the mud careless and free. His Floatzel father and mother were staring through the window at him, happy to see him having such fun. But it was realy getting rather late, so they called him inside to avoid the approaching storm.
"But I wanna play some more" Buizel whined, approaching his small house's door. His parents shook their heads at him and ushered him inside. He moaned pathetically and moved inside, making sure to splash in one last puddle before he did.
His parents moved to the kitchen, preparing some unknown food that smelled vile for later on that evening, Buizel meanwhile traipsed upstairs to clean the mud from his fur. He walked down the narrow hallway towards, the bathrooom, seeing the faded green paint on it's door. He approached the bathroom, opened, walked through then shut and locked the door swiftly. He decided to take a look in the mirror, moving in front of it.
He was the typical example of a Buizel: rather small in stature; shallow orange fur covered his body except his stomach, chin, eyebrows and two oval shaped patches on his back which were all white; he had dark blue eyes; black arks on his cheeks; a small black nose, a small curved mouth; a yellow floatation ring around his neck; thin blue fins on his arms; two white-tipped orange tail and a set of male genitals. The only thing that seperated him from other Buizels was the small circle patch of red fur on his stomach, which was in the shape of a Kabuto.
He was around 14 years old and had never had a real relationship, although he only reccently went through puberty he was kind of bumbed about it. He flicked his tail around and admired himself from multiple angles.
He sighed at himself eyeing his newly dropped balls, wondering what on earth they were used for. He sighed again and turned on the shower slowly. Water poured heavily from the shower head, warm and wet. He quickly stepped in (already naked, due to being a pokemon) and immediately started rinsing the mud off his fur. He quickly cleaned the top half of his body, that mud was the freshest somehow.Some of the mud had started to solidify so he had to scrub at it to remove it.
He worked his way down until he was upon his genital area. The instant he touched it a shiver went down his spine, an intense pleasure presented itself to him. He wondered why this had happened, he had cleaned his cock before without this happening. Unusual he though, eying his sheath wonderingly. He touched it again and the pleasure rose up him once more. He liked this new pleasure and tried rubbing it with his paw.
Pleasure shot through him again, but this time more violently. He continued rubbing, slowly carressing his shaft and his newly emerged ball sack. A small pinkish light had appeared at the end of his cock, again it coated him in wonderment. He touched the small pink light with his finger. This made more pleasure shoot through him, and made the pink light emerge further from him.
He wanted to know what this thing was for, it seemed to him that everytime he touched it, it gave him pleasure in a way he had not experienced before. He liked this pleasure and decided to see how long it would last. He placed both his hands on it and immediately felt another rush of pleasure. But the pink thing would not grow anymore, so Buizel began to stroke it; trying to coax it out. It worked and the pleasure the stroking gave him was imense, his cock now erected fully to around 4 1/2 inches long (which is big for a Buizel).
He wanted more pleasure, so began stroking it faster. The pleasure was now a continuous rush of energy, forcing him to hump into his hands. He didn't know what was happening, but whatever it was it felt good so he continued. He kept increasing the pace, stroking faster for more pleasure. And then something happened, his rear was tightening and a weird feeling surged through him. He could not stop humping into his hands, now experiencing extrodinary amounts of pleasure coursing through him. He new something had changed but was too preoccupied with the pleasure building up that he didn't care much.
Suddenly, he came. The pleasure of cumming was a definate increase of the initial playing. His ass had tightened and his balls were releasing a thick, white jet of liquid against the wall. It coated the wall in a weird pattern, appearing to shoot randomly all over. The stream stopped and only now did Buizel realize that he was panting heavily and drenced with sweat and the water from the shower. He rinced himelf off a little and then he realised the mess he had made was quite obvious (being on a black wall) and cleaned it off using his water gun and the shower water to do it. He switched the shower off, him and the shower quite clean now.
He wanted to know more about what had happened. He decided that he would not ask his mother as she would just worry, so he decided he would go ask his father, tomorrow while his mother was at work he would slyly ask some of the reverberating questions buzzing round his mind. He unlocked and opened the door exiting into the halway beyond, taking a bucket-load of questions with him.Chapter End Notes:I hope you enjoyed it. Please rate and review. Please send me only CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Thanks for reading the first chapter, there will be more, although there might be a while between chapters. Sorry if some parts lacked anything. Thanks once again. :