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Disclaimer: All characters in this story are the property of their original owners. The Character Misty Cerulean is property of the author. The author is in no way associated with Nintendo, Gamefreak, etc. This story is in no way meant as copyright infringement.
Chapter 2
Charmander could tell that the new "addition" to the household was hiding something; he could feel it in his bones. Charmander followed Quilava into his room. "I know you're hiding something", Charmander said smugly. Quill yelped and spun around. "What are you doing here", he shouted. "Shhhh, there's no need to raise our voices. Lets talk like civilized Pokemon why don't we." Charmander patted Quill on the shoulder. "I saw the way you were eying Misty, and I know how you feel about her." "You do", Quill asked apprehensively. "Of course, it was obvious the moment you first walked in the door." "Really", Quill asked. "Yes." "You're not going to tell her are you?" "No, of course not. What kind of friend would I be if I did that?" "Of course I will want in something in return." "What", Quill asked his voice filled with fear. That was what Charmander hated about Quill, he was always so weak, so terrified. It sickened him. "I want you to give me some fun, make me feel like a man." Quill gulped. "You don't mean..." "Oh yes, I mean exactly what you think." Charmander slowly walked towards him with a malicious glint in his eyes.
***
Quill couldn't help but notice the Charmander's enormous member emerging from it's fleshy sheath or the evil look that he wore. "Please Charmander, anything but this", Quill mewled. "Ah ah ah, you're not going to back out are you? It's been so long since I mated last." Quill took a step back and hit the wall. He pressed himself against it. "Turn around and show me that tight little Quilava ass", Charmander murmured. He leaped forward and grabbed Quill forcing him to the ground. Quill howled as Charmander drove his fleshy rod deep into the soft tissues of his anus. "Come now, we're only started", Charmander whispered in his ear. He pulled back and thrust again before settling into a softer grinding motion. Tears poured down Quill's cheeks; he felt as though he was being ripped to shreds. "Stop that crying", Charmander shouted and slapped him across the face. Quill whimpered and continued to sob. Quill looked down and saw his own member being to emerge and become erect. He hated the thought but he knew that this was stimulating him as much as it was Charmander. Charmander buried his face in the soft fur on Quill's neck and murred. Quill felt an odd tightness beginning in his stomach, he assumed that this was what it felt like to near a climax. He only hoped that Charmander was nearing his as well. Charmander began to thrust harder, he loosed an animal like growl of pleasure. Finally Charmander drove himself deep into Quill and shot stream after stream of his cum into the poor Quilava. At the same time Quill hit his climax and shot his own load onto the smooth scales of Charmander's stomach. He gasped at the pure power of his own orgasm. "There now that wasn't so bad was it", Charmander asked as he pulled out. A small ribbon of ejaculate glistened on the tip of Charmander's dick and then fell. "Quill shuddered and managed to choke out,"Why would you do that to me", between sobs. He seemed to ponder it for a second before answering,"We all need to release the pent up pressure sometime." He smiled. "If you ever want to try that again, you know who to ask." He walked out of the room leaving Quill to clean up their mess and ponder over his cryptic statement.
Quill knew without a doubt that the worst part of this ordeal was that it had been his first time. That bastard Charmander had stolen his virginity and for what, to keep a silly little secret? Quill clenched his fists savoring the pain as his claws dug into the pads on his paws. He would have his revenge on Charmander; all he had to do was wait. Quill shook his head. There was no time for anger, and besides he couldn't risk Misty learning about his secret. Still Quill couldn't help but feel violated by the whole thing. He slunk into the bathroom and ran some hot water into the sink. After testing it with his paw, Quill dipped a wash rag into the water and began to scrub at the matted fur on his stomach and around his small anus. It was still a little tender, but he managed to remove most of the cum. He rung the wash cloth out, dipped it into the sink again, and gave his entire body a once over, making sure to smooth his fur. When Quill was sure that he had removed every trace of Charmander's slime from him, he opened the drain in the sink and left the bathroom. In the kitchen Quill grabbed a small notepad and wrote "Going out, be back in an hour"; he tore the sheet off and placed it on the refrigerator with a magnet. He was looking forward to a night on the town and a chance to release some of his anxiety. Quill pushed the kitchen door open and stepped out into the night.
***
Quill had been trolling around the Pokemon Center for hours now and still had not found any good looking female Pokemon. The intercom on the wall crackled to life and a recording of Nurse Joy's voice announced in loud clear syllables,"The Pokemon Center will be closing in 30 minutes. All trainers who plan to stay overnight must check in with Nurse Joy at the reception desk. All others please exit the building. The emergency room will stay open all night and is staffed by a Chansey at all times."
"Dammit",Quill swore under his breath. He turned his back on the bright fluorescent lights in the room and exited out into the cold, inky black of the night. Quill knew he couldn't stay there any longer, but he was not ready to go home yet. After a short time wandering the abandoned streets and alleys of Cerulean City, Quill came upon the open door of a small dive bar. The neon sign hung above the door read,"The Pickled Oddish", and a small placard in the window announced that Pokemon were welcome. Quill looked around; was there really anywhere else better to go? He laughed to himself under his breath at the thought as though it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard and stepped in the door.
Immediately he was greeted by a thick fog of cigarette smoke and the sound of raucous voices cheering at some unseen spectacle. A Lucario wearing an old tattered suit stumbled to him and said,"Can you give me some money for a drink?" His breath stank of alcohol and his words were slurred. Quill pushed the drunk aside and walked over to the counter. He sat down between a young female Houndour and an older male Raichu. Quill signaled for the bartender and then turned to the Houndour. "What brings a pretty young women like you to a slum bar like this", he asked. She turned to look at him.
"Did you say something", she asked.
"Yeah",Quill replied,"I was wondering why a self respecting young woman would hang out in a dive."
"I don't have anything better to do. Besides, where else can a Pokemon get a drink", she asked,"What about you?"
"Just a little stir crazy, you know what I mean",Quill said.
"Hey. You wanted something buddy?" Quill looked up into the face of a grizzled old Wigglytuff. An old scar ran under his eye and down his cheek.
"Excuse",he said.
"You wanted me, I'm here. You gonna order something or just stare?"
Quill turned back to the Houndour.
"Would you like something",he asked.
"A Cosmopolitan please",she replied.
Quill turned back to the bartender. "I'd like a Cosmo and a gin and tonic",he told the old Pokemon. The Wigglytuff wrote their order down on a stained notepad that he produced from one of the many pockets on his apron and walked away.
"What are you doing out without a trainer",the Houndour asked.
"I could ask you the same thing",Quill growled. The Houndour flinched at the anger in his voice.
"I'm sorry",she said apologetically,"I hope I didn't upset you."
Quill sighed. "No, you just caught me off guard." She turned to look at him.
"How long have you been living in Cerulean City",she asked.
"My whole life. What about you",he replied.
"I just moved here a few months ago. My trainer said he would meet me here, but he never came. It's awfully lonely living alone."
"Would you like to spend the night with me?"
"It seems wrong to accept an offer like that from a stranger",the Houndour said. It was obvious from the look on her face that she was torn between the two choices. The Wigglytuff chose that moment to set their drinks on the counter in front of them and then walk away. Finally the Houndour made her decision and said,"I'd love to." Quill smiled and picked up his drink.
"Enjoy",he said and took a drink. She did the same.
***
Quill couldn't help but notice the Charmander's enormous member emerging from it's fleshy sheath or the evil look that he wore. "Please Charmander, anything but this", Quill mewled. "Ah ah ah, you're not going to back out are you? It's been so long since I mated last." Quill took a step back and hit the wall. He pressed himself against it. "Turn around and show me that tight little Quilava ass", Charmander murmured. He leaped forward and grabbed Quill forcing him to the ground. Quill howled as Charmander drove his fleshy rod deep into the soft tissues of his anus. "Come now, we're only started", Charmander whispered in his ear. He pulled back and thrust again before settling into a softer grinding motion. Tears poured down Quill's cheeks; he felt as though he was being ripped to shreds. "Stop that crying", Charmander shouted and slapped him across the face. Quill whimpered and continued to sob. Quill looked down and saw his own member being to emerge and become erect. He hated the thought but he knew that this was stimulating him as much as it was Charmander. Charmander buried his face in the soft fur on Quill's neck and murred. Quill felt an odd tightness beginning in his stomach, he assumed that this was what it felt like to near a climax. He only hoped that Charmander was nearing his as well. Charmander began to thrust harder, he loosed an animal like growl of pleasure. Finally Charmander drove himself deep into Quill and shot stream after stream of his cum into the poor Quilava. At the same time Quill hit his climax and shot his own load onto the smooth scales of Charmander's stomach. He gasped at the pure power of his own orgasm. "There now that wasn't so bad was it", Charmander asked as he pulled out. A small ribbon of ejaculate glistened on the tip of Charmander's dick and then fell. "Quill shuddered and managed to choke out,"Why would you do that to me", between sobs. He seemed to ponder it for a second before answering,"We all need to release the pent up pressure sometime." He smiled. "If you ever want to try that again, you know who to ask." He walked out of the room leaving Quill to clean up their mess and ponder over his cryptic statement.
Quill knew without a doubt that the worst part of this ordeal was that it had been his first time. That bastard Charmander had stolen his virginity and for what, to keep a silly little secret? Quill clenched his fists savoring the pain as his claws dug into the pads on his paws. He would have his revenge on Charmander; all he had to do was wait. Quill shook his head. There was no time for anger, and besides he couldn't risk Misty learning about his secret. Still Quill couldn't help but feel violated by the whole thing. He slunk into the bathroom and ran some hot water into the sink. After testing it with his paw, Quill dipped a wash rag into the water and began to scrub at the matted fur on his stomach and around his small anus. It was still a little tender, but he managed to remove most of the cum. He rung the wash cloth out, dipped it into the sink again, and gave his entire body a once over, making sure to smooth his fur. When Quill was sure that he had removed every trace of Charmander's slime from him, he opened the drain in the sink and left the bathroom. In the kitchen Quill grabbed a small notepad and wrote "Going out, be back in an hour"; he tore the sheet off and placed it on the refrigerator with a magnet. He was looking forward to a night on the town and a chance to release some of his anxiety. Quill pushed the kitchen door open and stepped out into the night.
***
Quill had been trolling around the Pokemon Center for hours now and still had not found any good looking female Pokemon. The intercom on the wall crackled to life and a recording of Nurse Joy's voice announced in loud clear syllables,"The Pokemon Center will be closing in 30 minutes. All trainers who plan to stay overnight must check in with Nurse Joy at the reception desk. All others please exit the building. The emergency room will stay open all night and is staffed by a Chansey at all times."
"Dammit",Quill swore under his breath. He turned his back on the bright fluorescent lights in the room and exited out into the cold, inky black of the night. Quill knew he couldn't stay there any longer, but he was not ready to go home yet. After a short time wandering the abandoned streets and alleys of Cerulean City, Quill came upon the open door of a small dive bar. The neon sign hung above the door read,"The Pickled Oddish", and a small placard in the window announced that Pokemon were welcome. Quill looked around; was there really anywhere else better to go? He laughed to himself under his breath at the thought as though it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard and stepped in the door.
Immediately he was greeted by a thick fog of cigarette smoke and the sound of raucous voices cheering at some unseen spectacle. A Lucario wearing an old tattered suit stumbled to him and said,"Can you give me some money for a drink?" His breath stank of alcohol and his words were slurred. Quill pushed the drunk aside and walked over to the counter. He sat down between a young female Houndour and an older male Raichu. Quill signaled for the bartender and then turned to the Houndour. "What brings a pretty young women like you to a slum bar like this", he asked. She turned to look at him.
"Did you say something", she asked.
"Yeah",Quill replied,"I was wondering why a self respecting young woman would hang out in a dive."
"I don't have anything better to do. Besides, where else can a Pokemon get a drink", she asked,"What about you?"
"Just a little stir crazy, you know what I mean",Quill said.
"Hey. You wanted something buddy?" Quill looked up into the face of a grizzled old Wigglytuff. An old scar ran under his eye and down his cheek.
"Excuse",he said.
"You wanted me, I'm here. You gonna order something or just stare?"
Quill turned back to the Houndour.
"Would you like something",he asked.
"A Cosmopolitan please",she replied.
Quill turned back to the bartender. "I'd like a Cosmo and a gin and tonic",he told the old Pokemon. The Wigglytuff wrote their order down on a stained notepad that he produced from one of the many pockets on his apron and walked away.
"What are you doing out without a trainer",the Houndour asked.
"I could ask you the same thing",Quill growled. The Houndour flinched at the anger in his voice.
"I'm sorry",she said apologetically,"I hope I didn't upset you."
Quill sighed. "No, you just caught me off guard." She turned to look at him.
"How long have you been living in Cerulean City",she asked.
"My whole life. What about you",he replied.
"I just moved here a few months ago. My trainer said he would meet me here, but he never came. It's awfully lonely living alone."
"Would you like to spend the night with me?"
"It seems wrong to accept an offer like that from a stranger",the Houndour said. It was obvious from the look on her face that she was torn between the two choices. The Wigglytuff chose that moment to set their drinks on the counter in front of them and then walk away. Finally the Houndour made her decision and said,"I'd love to." Quill smiled and picked up his drink.
"Enjoy",he said and took a drink. She did the same.