Story Notes:
I'm writing here as a challenge to myself to see if I can...A)Handle writing these kinds of things.B)Work out of my element to improve my skills.C)Provide more generation 5 content for the fics section.
Chapter 1
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She had had enough, more than enough really. The constant screaming between them, the smell of alcohol on his breath, the look of empty indifference in her eyes. It was enough to drive a less patient person to murder. There were moments when she eyed the steak knives in the kitchen drawer a little too long however and that was just the first sign. But it was enough now, she couldn't fight, so the only choice left to her was flight. In the quiet of the night when she had iced down her eyes and sobbed herself unconscious into a pillow, and he had succumbed to his bitter ale and slumped into his aged favorite seat she ran for all she was worth.
She didn't know how far she'd get on her meager earnings as a shop clerk after school and her limited knowledge of anything outside her town, but she swallowed her pride, her shame, her fear, and her pain, all in one gulp, and made a moonlight break for the town limits, never once looking back. He was a monster, she was crying doll with no soul left. Nothing to leave behind there but some very old plush dolls.
The first night wasn't easy, forced to find shelter from the rain under an overpass, no use running at night in a storm as thick as this, libel to end up road kill. As she slowly curled into a ball to drift off into sleep, she wondered how children a full eight years younger than her could do this. She remembered what they were usually given when the left home, along with the loving parting affections of their parents. She'd go without either for now.
The warmth of morning came along with the sounds of a massive truck horn, a favor or a prank from the trucker, either way she was roused and hungry. The now warm food stuffs from the small plastic containers she had put in her bag did wonders for her stomach, doing nothing for her taste buds however. But this was her life now, time to venture forth into the world and see what she can make of it.
A long walk became decidedly longer as the road winded, twisted, and turned, and the heat of the afternoon sun began bearing down on her. This was an odd spring, with winter like nights and summer like days. Made her wardrobe choices all the more difficult to pin down. She watched her shadow contort and changed as she strolled to keep her mind off the sweat on her brow and the thirst in her mouth. 'Should have taken more than one bottle of water' she thinks to her self, desperately trying to massage more salvia out of her tongue line a sponge. Finally however a sign of civilization, a sign of hope in an otherwise awful start to a journey. The long winding road had finally lead her to Black City, its massive towering skyscrapers like so many black monoliths standing stark against the white mountain backdrop behind them. She ran the rest of the way and didn't regret a second of it.
Unexpected it the word she used first and foremost. So many stories danced in her mind about this city constantly being built, destroyed, and rebuilt at the whims of mysterious hands, seemingly over night. But what she found beyond the outer layer of massive skyscrapers was, for all intents and purposes, a ghost town. Half finished buildings like patients in the midst of open heart surgery. A population that was maybe in the low hundreds if at all. A long lingering fog that carried with it an air of mystery, greed, corruption, and almost all the darkest parts of the human heart with it. The whole thing made her shudder as she entered a restaurant.
All three patrons turned to face the bell as the door opened before shifting in their seats, returning to their meals and news papers. The aged, sore-backed counter waitress errantly washing a coffee pot however kept her eyes closed and her face serene. It was an odd almost infectious sort of calm as the young lady took a seat at the counter.
"Excuse me... Could I get something to drink?" she spoke up, her voice clearly dry.
The counter waitress said nothing, opened a single eye to get a look at her new customer and with a smooth movement filled a glass with tap water and placed it in front of the young lady. "On the house."
She does her best not to gulp it down all it once. Failing miserably she guzzles it down in what could be considered the most childlike way possible, some of it spilling past the corners of her lips, no worries of staining her already sweat soaked clothes.
"Young lady you look like you've been run through a wringer."
"What's a wringer?" she asked without thinking.
"Caveman version of a dryer. Never got'em totally dry so y'still had to hang'em on a clothesline."
"Dry?" she looked down at her self to see just how bad it's gotten. "Oh." She shrank slightly embarrassed.
"You can clean yourself up at a Pokemon Center, most of the kids passing through town only ever come her for that anyway."
"Oh I don't have a Trainer Card... Parents never wanted me to get one. All those free classes and pfft. Noth-" She quickly realized she was sharing far too much personal information with a perfect stranger.
The counter waitress smiled sweetly. "Name's Alex. On account my folks had to come up with it on the spot and it's a decent unisex name."
"Diana. I never got a reason for it, but it's mine and I don't mind keeping it."
"Y'hungry kiddo? Albert back there makes a mean roast chicken platter."
"How much?"
"Ooh right to the point. Sixteen."
Quickly doing some mental math, Diana nods with a small smile on her face. Seems that's Alex smile was also quite infectious.
Customers breezed in and out; hours fell like dominoes, not that the shadows cast by the black towers of the city let you keep all that much track of the day anyway. In that time Alex and Diana talked, when there were no customers, Diana talked about her mother and father. Albert talked at length about the time he broke his father's jaw at his own wedding. Alex lost her parents in a car crash at twenty. It was easy talking to these two; Diana was amazed she hadn't been so embittered toward adults that this couldn't happen. But here she was, talking to them as equals who could understand her plight. In time the talk turned and she was given her work hours for the next day as the diner's new waitress. It was going to be a small paycheck, but Diana didn't she'd have that much to spend on anyway. She was wrong of course.
In all her excitement and this seemingly great start to the rest of her life, she had neglected to find a place to spend the night. Alex was long gone and wouldn't be back till five in the morning to open up for the breakfast crowd. It was cold and getting colder. She managed to find a few actually open hotels only to be turned away, or not have enough money to actually stay in them. Zipping up her jacket, wishing it were thicker as she pulls her arms into it and wrapping them around herself letting the sleeves hang limp. She's shuddering as the sound hits her ears of a small hoot from a brusque looking man in a dark jacket, surrounded by his friends under a street light, idle motorcycles flanking them.
"Hey cutie! Why don't you come over here, I'll figure out a way to keep you warm!" The rest of his friends laugh heartily and make vague but clearly lewd gestures.
Diana ignores them and keeps moving. When she hears the sound of a motorcycle engine roar to life however she takes off at full speed and ducks into the nearest alleyway. They're all chasing her now, whooping and shouting, laughing and taunting as Diana runs from cross street, to alley way, before finally trying to make her way into a construction site. Squeezing her body through the chained gate, she makes a break for a concrete pipe and crawls inside, panting and sobbing her heart leaps from the adrenaline coursing through her every vein. Her hands slap over her moth when she hears the gate being torn open. She makes an attempt to try and scramble deeper into the pipe. Letting out a massive scream when she comes to realize she's not alone.
"Scra." The small orange body moves, stretching, turning its head left and right to pop its bones as it climbs out of the pipe.
"HEY, SHE'S OVER THERE!" she hears one of the bikers scream. He screams again, not works this time but a very distinctly pained grunt.
"Charlie? Charlie what ha-" another pained grunt accompanied by what can only be the sound of a motorcycle being thrown down a hill.
Before long this sound is repeated ad-nasuem before finally one of them screams "LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" And the sound of panicked footsteps and dragged bodies goes with them.
The small orange body climbs back into the pipe, barely acknowledging Diana's presence as it reclines in the pipe.
"Y- You..."
It barely opens one large eye to look at her
"... Thank you."
It huffs some air and reclines even further.
Exhausted from top to bottom she tucks as much of herself into her jacket as possible and passes out.
For Diana the next morning comes far too soon for her taste as she wakes to the sound of something weighty being lifted. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes and crawls through the pipe toward the sound to see her three foot high champion repeatedly squat lifting a steel girder 5 times its size, a hearty 'Scra' leaving its lips every time. Tossing the girder aside the pokemon starts a sit up routine with almost no pause. After a few dozen sets of that comes a small shadowboxing exercise showcasing it's actually surprising level of skill and agility. Finally relaxing and adjusting its loose skin clothing it jumps at the sound of applause from Diana.
"That was amazing!" she smiled quite widely, all her lessons about pokemon flooding to the forefront, the could understand human speech but not speak it themselves. Except for the occasional psychic type, but those were rare.
The Scrafty ignores her slightly and proceeds to enter into a barbell like work out with some rocks.
Diana can't help but keep staring at this amazing little being work out. She's always been fascinated by pokemon, relishing those days in school when she was actually allowed to interact with the ones the guest trainers and instructors brought in. It was never enough for her. She flashes back for a moment to those stuffed animals of hers back home before finally shaking off the thought and climbing out of the pipe and stretch heartily. Reflexively she looks at her watch and her eyes nearly leap from their sockets as she realizes she was supposed to be at work an hour ago. She takes off running as fast as her legs will carry her before skidding to a halt and turning on her heels. "HEY! You hungry?"
"Scra?"
It took some doing and a little bit of playful goading but Diana had managed to convince the pokemon to follow her to the diner. It sat in the corner of the booth she put it in and pulled its hide made hood over its head, avoiding any and all eye contact. Throughout the day she checked on it, making sure it had a meal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was rather indifferent toward it all, but still ate like a starved man who hadn't seen food in years. Soon it was closing time, a fine day tips and work past her Diana felt rather satisfied, and dare she even think, happy.
"Good work t'day darlin'. Knew I had a knack for hirin', but try not to be late t'morrow okay?"
"It won't happen again, I promise."
"It's alright sweetie, you're new... Say, I been meaning t'ask, what's with that little fellow over there?"
"Oh! Well I made a new friend last night. And I didn't feel like just leaving it alone out there."
"Well he's not causing any trouble. But don't make a habit out of it okay?"
"I won't."
"Also, sweetie... I didn't want to say anything earlier but... You really need to..." as politely as possible, Alex waves her hand in front of her face in a clearing the air style gesture.
"OH!" blushing furiously from embarrassment. "R-right... Sorry."
As she said her goodbyes for the night she had caught Scrafty eyeing her out of the edge of his hood. She had been noticing it all day, and found the small watchful eye somewhat comforting. For reasons she couldn't think of. She walked over to where he sat, leaned her head down onto her arms and tried to look up into the hood.
"Scra?"
"You know, with the tips I made today I can actually afford a room to sleep in tonight. Aaaand I want you to come with me there to."
A sharp scoffing exhale is her answer.
"You really wanna argue with me again?"
"Scrrrrrrr" It removes its hood and hops out of the booth, looking at her over its shoulder, arms crossed.
"Good!" she smiles brightly and rubs its head, noticing that for a few brief moments it leaned into it, before moving away. "Hm."
It's a thankfully uneventful walk to a hotel that allows pokemon, although Diana had to do some creative convincing to explain away why it's not in a pokeball. The room is a few steps above being a closet with a view of absolutely nothing, but a halfway decent bathroom, a just barely soft bed with not too itchy sheets. Diana set's her bag down by the bed, digs out something to sleep in and takes them into the bathroom with her, with Scrafty toddling in behind. "Hey hey!" She nudges him with a leg. "You'll get your turn mister. Haven't you ever heard of ladies first?" He tilts his head to the side inquisitively before she sighs pats him on he head and says "Just sit on the bed and wait for me to come out okay?"
Soon steam fills the air as she sinks into the tub, nostrils just above the waters surface as she simply lets the heat of the water rob the ache from her muscles. It's been a long strange time and it's only been two days since she left home. She scoffingly laughs at the very notion of calling that place home anymore; in fact she's amazed she ever called it that. She raises herself a bit and takes the small soaped washrag and starts scrubbing herself. In her mind the act is symbolic now, washing away her old life and issuing forth the new with a baptism of sorts. It's a new life now, and she can make it whatever she wants. Catching herself eyeing the door, Diana can't help but smile, that little fellow sitting out there didn't just save her from a potential death, he also took away a deep pang of loneliness that had borne on her heart for quite some time now. It's possible however that she's simply latching onto things as a result of years of neglect and that these connections she's feeling are flimsy at best. But she says to herself "What the hell. I might as well take what I can get and make the best out of it. Impulsive actions brought me this far, might as well keep it up!" she claps her hands together loudly as if to signal her newly forged principals and then climbs out of the tub.
The Scrafty was sitting there still rather patiently, doing his best to hide the fact he wasn't eying the door. Diana smiles still drying her hair as she moves to sit behind him and wrap her arms around him in an embrace, resting her chin on his head besides the fringe there as he goes ramrod stiff, the principals of impulsive acts in full effect now. "I knew it. You used to belong to someone didn't you.
Scrafty looks up at her as she smiles down at him. He tries to stare a whole through a wall as she hugs him a little tighter.
"Did you leave them? Or did they leave you?" she rubs her cheek against the top of his head. "It doesn't matter. Either way you're like me." Scrafty looks at her from the corner of his eye. "You loved somebody. Even if it was for a little while you loved them. And then they did something to break you apart... Almost as if they were trying to rip that love right out of you." she's trying not to cry as she eyes an empty spot on the wall. "You wish you could fix it but you never got the chance..." She closes her eyes and holds the pokemon even tighter. "I don't know if you feel the same way I do right this moment. But I'd like it if you could stay with me... Right here... Like this. Even if it's just for one night."
Scrafty doesn't make a sound as he finally relaxes against her, showing no sign of resistance. She was right of course, he was abandoned by a negligent owner, and Black City was the place for abandoned things after all. Hopes, dreams, people, pokemon, you leave them behind her. He could tell how sad she was at the moment and slowly but gently licked her cheek as a sign of affection. She giggled at the feeling.
"I guess I should take that as a yes?"
"Scra." He nods.
Stuffed animals. That's where her mind returned to once the lights were out and the two of them were cuddled together under the blankets. They were all she had. She showered them with the affection she herself was denied, it was the silly little coping mechanism of a child, but it worked for a time. But this wasn't a stuffed animal; this was a living thing that could respond to her actions. His skin was cool and smooth, no doubt cold blooded. Its belly had distinct armor like ridges on it different from the rest. It felt more like the sort of thing a catcher wore to protect his chest; it had some give but far less than the rest of his scaly skin.
"Scraaaaa" a tired, but pleased noise left Scrafty, along with what could only be considered purring.
"Oh you like that, huh?" intrigued, impulsive, and curious, she no longer used her fingers but her whole palm to rub Scrafty's belly. She could feel his tail rubbing up and down against her legs as he wagged it happily. She moved slightly to watch him, he was alive after all, he could respond to her touch and she didn't want to miss a moment. His arms hung limp as she laid him on his back and kept rubbing, eyes closed and tail bouncing on the bed. "You're adorable!" she kindly kissed him on the cheek. "How could anyone ever leave you behind." Without thinking her hand went lower on his body and she felt it, a difference, something unlike the rest of his skin, a dip. His jaw hung open now, a black uniquely shaped tongue hanging out slightly. Impulse and curiosity drove her further, she kept rubbing it with her palm, it was like a crevice in his skin, the texture so much smoother there. The more she rubbed, the more he seemed to enjoy it, leaning in harder, tail moving faster, it made him happy, she couldn't stop smiling and then she felt it. It was a shock to her system, enough to remind her exactly what it was she was doing, what it was she was touching.
He's panting now, drooling, she can see every effect this is having on him but one and she wants to see it, it's an impulsive thought and she doesn't think twice about resisting it. The loose skin pants Scrafty wears move easily out of the way and the flesh beneath springs up to meet the open air. She can't help but stare at what lay there, throbbing and bumpy in texture with small barbs at the base, her eyes traced up the outline of it as if formed a tight 'V' shape. "Wow..." as she rubs her thumb against she hears a sharp exhale leave Scrafty and she lets go, looking to his face. His eyes are half lidded and glazed, drool spilling over the corners of his mouth, an expression of wanton need if there ever was one. She smiles and rubs his cheek with a free hand. "Okay." She says in the sweetest tone she can.
The small noises he makes as she rubs him drive her further; she's loving every second of this. The thought that anything she could do could bring these kinds of feelings to another living being overpowering any other detracting thoughts. She rubs as gently as possible, considering what's in her hands she most certainly could hurt him if she wasn't careful. The fluid leaking out of both tips makes the process easier. She moved slightly, lifting him onto her chest, resting his head on her shoulder, a leg on either side of his hip as she reaches down with both hands to rub each of his organs from base to tip. Her senses all felt sharper now for reasons she couldn't explain, the smells of his skin a mixture of old book paper and new car upholstery, how much of that was his skin or the lubricant she couldn't tell or care. She could feel his machine gun like heartbeat through her hands and her chest, but then she could also feel a tingle in her fingers, like the feeling of eating a mint or a sleeping limb, pins and needles, for a moment Diana considered that it was to make the process easier for the girl. And just made it worst. She finally started to acknowledged that coiled bundle of heat sitting just under her stomach and the small of Scrafty's back. It's not the first time she's felt it, she knows what it means. Finally without any real warning Scrafty's muscles tighten, his tail sticks straight out and grey blue fluid jets forth from him, arching in the air and landing on them both. Diana lets go of his hemipenis and hugs him closer, gently kissing his head. Curiosity gets the better of her again as she brings a hand to her face and examines the cool, sticky fluid. It smells almost spicy, tingling wherever it touches and taste... She actually surprised herself there when she put a finger in her mouth without even thinking again, but the taste... Like a paste of bell peppers and jerky. So strange, and exciting.
"Scrrrrra." Scrafty turns over and runs his tongue up from her collar bone to the side of her neck, his teeth running against the skin there.
"Oh... Oh Okay... W-wait wait a second." She had done this before. Her stuffed animals had new purposes and new outlets of affection when puberty took her and reshaped her body. But this isn't a stuffed animal for her to grind away the heat in her, and the painful absence of love, Scrafty was alive, and wanting to take initiative. And she was willing to give him the chance as she slid her shorts and underwear off and let's them drop to the floor. Scrafty moves on top of her, bringing his head down to her crotch and wasting no time he drags his tongue over it. Diana can hardly catch her breath as Scrafty's tongue lashing is rapid, firm, and unyielding. She grunts and moans through her teeth and the back of a finger as she writhes under his treatment, toes desperately grasping at the sheets, a free hand encouragingly rubbing the reptiles back. She was almost sad when it ended but then she saw what was coming next. She moved to better accommodate his body size compared to hers. He was a full two feet shorter than her after all.
He bit her. Not hard but firmly. It wasn't aggressive, but possessive. Instinctual really, it's how Scrafty's worked when it came to this, the male dominates, holding the female in place with hands and teeth. In that moment she was reminded of just how powerful this Scrafty was as he took hold of her hips, that girder before seemed almost weightless in his hands, but there was no fear. If he wanted to hurt her it would be have been more than easy to. But it was more than clear to her, he was doing everything he can to be as gentle as possible. And that had made this all the more wonderful for her. It was a sign of affection as far as she was concerned. He could break her so easily, but he hasn't and he won't.
The feeling was indescribable, it was the first time she felt anything inside her, and she had never been daring enough to do that herself. The flesh resisted the entry; put increased pressure on the single prong Scrafty could get inside. The other was rubbing against the side of the bulging sensitive nub at the crux of her sex, she couldn't stop herself from practically squealing at the sensation, and then he got to work. He grunted against her with every thrust, the barbs at the base poking into the outside of her slit added an unexpected layer, but all of that was nothing compared to the tingle. She had thought she was prepared but inside her, as if aided by her own fluids, the reaction was way sharper, more mind blowing, it even made her ignore the pain of her hymen being torn.
It stopped being a cohesive moment for her, the world blurred; her mind was lost in the sea of sensations. Scrafty was licking her now instead of biting, she rapidly took off her top and her breast bounced free in front of him, lapped by his cool wet tongue. She did everything she could not to scream as she felt not just one orgasm wash over her but several, one after the other after he other before finally she felt Scrafty slam against her hard and pump her full of his seed, the other prong spraying her belly with the tingle inducing solution, all of it finally overwhelming her and causing her to fall back onto the bed, shuddering. There was so much she could feel it spilling out of her and running down to pool onto the bed. They both lay there panting, Scrafty slipping out of her as he slides up her body and rubs his face against her cheek. Diana kisses him tenderly and holds him close before finally passing out.
"So did you have a name before?" It was morning now, though one could only know that by the time on the clock by the bed, there was an hour before she had to be at work so she decided to spend at least the first half of it in bed, cuddling.
"Scra Scra." Scrafty shook his head, tapping his tail on her hip.
"Well. I'm gonna have to give you one then won't I? Would you like to have a name?"
"Scra!" He turned to face her and lick her cheek, she laughed softly at the feeling.
She moved to press her forehead against his. "Would you like to stay with me?"
He licked her face once more, that and his happy expression were all she needed.
She had had enough, more than enough really. The constant screaming between them, the smell of alcohol on his breath, the look of empty indifference in her eyes. It was enough to drive a less patient person to murder. There were moments when she eyed the steak knives in the kitchen drawer a little too long however and that was just the first sign. But it was enough now, she couldn't fight, so the only choice left to her was flight. In the quiet of the night when she had iced down her eyes and sobbed herself unconscious into a pillow, and he had succumbed to his bitter ale and slumped into his aged favorite seat she ran for all she was worth.
She didn't know how far she'd get on her meager earnings as a shop clerk after school and her limited knowledge of anything outside her town, but she swallowed her pride, her shame, her fear, and her pain, all in one gulp, and made a moonlight break for the town limits, never once looking back. He was a monster, she was crying doll with no soul left. Nothing to leave behind there but some very old plush dolls.
The first night wasn't easy, forced to find shelter from the rain under an overpass, no use running at night in a storm as thick as this, libel to end up road kill. As she slowly curled into a ball to drift off into sleep, she wondered how children a full eight years younger than her could do this. She remembered what they were usually given when the left home, along with the loving parting affections of their parents. She'd go without either for now.
The warmth of morning came along with the sounds of a massive truck horn, a favor or a prank from the trucker, either way she was roused and hungry. The now warm food stuffs from the small plastic containers she had put in her bag did wonders for her stomach, doing nothing for her taste buds however. But this was her life now, time to venture forth into the world and see what she can make of it.
A long walk became decidedly longer as the road winded, twisted, and turned, and the heat of the afternoon sun began bearing down on her. This was an odd spring, with winter like nights and summer like days. Made her wardrobe choices all the more difficult to pin down. She watched her shadow contort and changed as she strolled to keep her mind off the sweat on her brow and the thirst in her mouth. 'Should have taken more than one bottle of water' she thinks to her self, desperately trying to massage more salvia out of her tongue line a sponge. Finally however a sign of civilization, a sign of hope in an otherwise awful start to a journey. The long winding road had finally lead her to Black City, its massive towering skyscrapers like so many black monoliths standing stark against the white mountain backdrop behind them. She ran the rest of the way and didn't regret a second of it.
Unexpected it the word she used first and foremost. So many stories danced in her mind about this city constantly being built, destroyed, and rebuilt at the whims of mysterious hands, seemingly over night. But what she found beyond the outer layer of massive skyscrapers was, for all intents and purposes, a ghost town. Half finished buildings like patients in the midst of open heart surgery. A population that was maybe in the low hundreds if at all. A long lingering fog that carried with it an air of mystery, greed, corruption, and almost all the darkest parts of the human heart with it. The whole thing made her shudder as she entered a restaurant.
All three patrons turned to face the bell as the door opened before shifting in their seats, returning to their meals and news papers. The aged, sore-backed counter waitress errantly washing a coffee pot however kept her eyes closed and her face serene. It was an odd almost infectious sort of calm as the young lady took a seat at the counter.
"Excuse me... Could I get something to drink?" she spoke up, her voice clearly dry.
The counter waitress said nothing, opened a single eye to get a look at her new customer and with a smooth movement filled a glass with tap water and placed it in front of the young lady. "On the house."
She does her best not to gulp it down all it once. Failing miserably she guzzles it down in what could be considered the most childlike way possible, some of it spilling past the corners of her lips, no worries of staining her already sweat soaked clothes.
"Young lady you look like you've been run through a wringer."
"What's a wringer?" she asked without thinking.
"Caveman version of a dryer. Never got'em totally dry so y'still had to hang'em on a clothesline."
"Dry?" she looked down at her self to see just how bad it's gotten. "Oh." She shrank slightly embarrassed.
"You can clean yourself up at a Pokemon Center, most of the kids passing through town only ever come her for that anyway."
"Oh I don't have a Trainer Card... Parents never wanted me to get one. All those free classes and pfft. Noth-" She quickly realized she was sharing far too much personal information with a perfect stranger.
The counter waitress smiled sweetly. "Name's Alex. On account my folks had to come up with it on the spot and it's a decent unisex name."
"Diana. I never got a reason for it, but it's mine and I don't mind keeping it."
"Y'hungry kiddo? Albert back there makes a mean roast chicken platter."
"How much?"
"Ooh right to the point. Sixteen."
Quickly doing some mental math, Diana nods with a small smile on her face. Seems that's Alex smile was also quite infectious.
Customers breezed in and out; hours fell like dominoes, not that the shadows cast by the black towers of the city let you keep all that much track of the day anyway. In that time Alex and Diana talked, when there were no customers, Diana talked about her mother and father. Albert talked at length about the time he broke his father's jaw at his own wedding. Alex lost her parents in a car crash at twenty. It was easy talking to these two; Diana was amazed she hadn't been so embittered toward adults that this couldn't happen. But here she was, talking to them as equals who could understand her plight. In time the talk turned and she was given her work hours for the next day as the diner's new waitress. It was going to be a small paycheck, but Diana didn't she'd have that much to spend on anyway. She was wrong of course.
In all her excitement and this seemingly great start to the rest of her life, she had neglected to find a place to spend the night. Alex was long gone and wouldn't be back till five in the morning to open up for the breakfast crowd. It was cold and getting colder. She managed to find a few actually open hotels only to be turned away, or not have enough money to actually stay in them. Zipping up her jacket, wishing it were thicker as she pulls her arms into it and wrapping them around herself letting the sleeves hang limp. She's shuddering as the sound hits her ears of a small hoot from a brusque looking man in a dark jacket, surrounded by his friends under a street light, idle motorcycles flanking them.
"Hey cutie! Why don't you come over here, I'll figure out a way to keep you warm!" The rest of his friends laugh heartily and make vague but clearly lewd gestures.
Diana ignores them and keeps moving. When she hears the sound of a motorcycle engine roar to life however she takes off at full speed and ducks into the nearest alleyway. They're all chasing her now, whooping and shouting, laughing and taunting as Diana runs from cross street, to alley way, before finally trying to make her way into a construction site. Squeezing her body through the chained gate, she makes a break for a concrete pipe and crawls inside, panting and sobbing her heart leaps from the adrenaline coursing through her every vein. Her hands slap over her moth when she hears the gate being torn open. She makes an attempt to try and scramble deeper into the pipe. Letting out a massive scream when she comes to realize she's not alone.
"Scra." The small orange body moves, stretching, turning its head left and right to pop its bones as it climbs out of the pipe.
"HEY, SHE'S OVER THERE!" she hears one of the bikers scream. He screams again, not works this time but a very distinctly pained grunt.
"Charlie? Charlie what ha-" another pained grunt accompanied by what can only be the sound of a motorcycle being thrown down a hill.
Before long this sound is repeated ad-nasuem before finally one of them screams "LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" And the sound of panicked footsteps and dragged bodies goes with them.
The small orange body climbs back into the pipe, barely acknowledging Diana's presence as it reclines in the pipe.
"Y- You..."
It barely opens one large eye to look at her
"... Thank you."
It huffs some air and reclines even further.
Exhausted from top to bottom she tucks as much of herself into her jacket as possible and passes out.
For Diana the next morning comes far too soon for her taste as she wakes to the sound of something weighty being lifted. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes and crawls through the pipe toward the sound to see her three foot high champion repeatedly squat lifting a steel girder 5 times its size, a hearty 'Scra' leaving its lips every time. Tossing the girder aside the pokemon starts a sit up routine with almost no pause. After a few dozen sets of that comes a small shadowboxing exercise showcasing it's actually surprising level of skill and agility. Finally relaxing and adjusting its loose skin clothing it jumps at the sound of applause from Diana.
"That was amazing!" she smiled quite widely, all her lessons about pokemon flooding to the forefront, the could understand human speech but not speak it themselves. Except for the occasional psychic type, but those were rare.
The Scrafty ignores her slightly and proceeds to enter into a barbell like work out with some rocks.
Diana can't help but keep staring at this amazing little being work out. She's always been fascinated by pokemon, relishing those days in school when she was actually allowed to interact with the ones the guest trainers and instructors brought in. It was never enough for her. She flashes back for a moment to those stuffed animals of hers back home before finally shaking off the thought and climbing out of the pipe and stretch heartily. Reflexively she looks at her watch and her eyes nearly leap from their sockets as she realizes she was supposed to be at work an hour ago. She takes off running as fast as her legs will carry her before skidding to a halt and turning on her heels. "HEY! You hungry?"
"Scra?"
It took some doing and a little bit of playful goading but Diana had managed to convince the pokemon to follow her to the diner. It sat in the corner of the booth she put it in and pulled its hide made hood over its head, avoiding any and all eye contact. Throughout the day she checked on it, making sure it had a meal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was rather indifferent toward it all, but still ate like a starved man who hadn't seen food in years. Soon it was closing time, a fine day tips and work past her Diana felt rather satisfied, and dare she even think, happy.
"Good work t'day darlin'. Knew I had a knack for hirin', but try not to be late t'morrow okay?"
"It won't happen again, I promise."
"It's alright sweetie, you're new... Say, I been meaning t'ask, what's with that little fellow over there?"
"Oh! Well I made a new friend last night. And I didn't feel like just leaving it alone out there."
"Well he's not causing any trouble. But don't make a habit out of it okay?"
"I won't."
"Also, sweetie... I didn't want to say anything earlier but... You really need to..." as politely as possible, Alex waves her hand in front of her face in a clearing the air style gesture.
"OH!" blushing furiously from embarrassment. "R-right... Sorry."
As she said her goodbyes for the night she had caught Scrafty eyeing her out of the edge of his hood. She had been noticing it all day, and found the small watchful eye somewhat comforting. For reasons she couldn't think of. She walked over to where he sat, leaned her head down onto her arms and tried to look up into the hood.
"Scra?"
"You know, with the tips I made today I can actually afford a room to sleep in tonight. Aaaand I want you to come with me there to."
A sharp scoffing exhale is her answer.
"You really wanna argue with me again?"
"Scrrrrrrr" It removes its hood and hops out of the booth, looking at her over its shoulder, arms crossed.
"Good!" she smiles brightly and rubs its head, noticing that for a few brief moments it leaned into it, before moving away. "Hm."
It's a thankfully uneventful walk to a hotel that allows pokemon, although Diana had to do some creative convincing to explain away why it's not in a pokeball. The room is a few steps above being a closet with a view of absolutely nothing, but a halfway decent bathroom, a just barely soft bed with not too itchy sheets. Diana set's her bag down by the bed, digs out something to sleep in and takes them into the bathroom with her, with Scrafty toddling in behind. "Hey hey!" She nudges him with a leg. "You'll get your turn mister. Haven't you ever heard of ladies first?" He tilts his head to the side inquisitively before she sighs pats him on he head and says "Just sit on the bed and wait for me to come out okay?"
Soon steam fills the air as she sinks into the tub, nostrils just above the waters surface as she simply lets the heat of the water rob the ache from her muscles. It's been a long strange time and it's only been two days since she left home. She scoffingly laughs at the very notion of calling that place home anymore; in fact she's amazed she ever called it that. She raises herself a bit and takes the small soaped washrag and starts scrubbing herself. In her mind the act is symbolic now, washing away her old life and issuing forth the new with a baptism of sorts. It's a new life now, and she can make it whatever she wants. Catching herself eyeing the door, Diana can't help but smile, that little fellow sitting out there didn't just save her from a potential death, he also took away a deep pang of loneliness that had borne on her heart for quite some time now. It's possible however that she's simply latching onto things as a result of years of neglect and that these connections she's feeling are flimsy at best. But she says to herself "What the hell. I might as well take what I can get and make the best out of it. Impulsive actions brought me this far, might as well keep it up!" she claps her hands together loudly as if to signal her newly forged principals and then climbs out of the tub.
The Scrafty was sitting there still rather patiently, doing his best to hide the fact he wasn't eying the door. Diana smiles still drying her hair as she moves to sit behind him and wrap her arms around him in an embrace, resting her chin on his head besides the fringe there as he goes ramrod stiff, the principals of impulsive acts in full effect now. "I knew it. You used to belong to someone didn't you.
Scrafty looks up at her as she smiles down at him. He tries to stare a whole through a wall as she hugs him a little tighter.
"Did you leave them? Or did they leave you?" she rubs her cheek against the top of his head. "It doesn't matter. Either way you're like me." Scrafty looks at her from the corner of his eye. "You loved somebody. Even if it was for a little while you loved them. And then they did something to break you apart... Almost as if they were trying to rip that love right out of you." she's trying not to cry as she eyes an empty spot on the wall. "You wish you could fix it but you never got the chance..." She closes her eyes and holds the pokemon even tighter. "I don't know if you feel the same way I do right this moment. But I'd like it if you could stay with me... Right here... Like this. Even if it's just for one night."
Scrafty doesn't make a sound as he finally relaxes against her, showing no sign of resistance. She was right of course, he was abandoned by a negligent owner, and Black City was the place for abandoned things after all. Hopes, dreams, people, pokemon, you leave them behind her. He could tell how sad she was at the moment and slowly but gently licked her cheek as a sign of affection. She giggled at the feeling.
"I guess I should take that as a yes?"
"Scra." He nods.
Stuffed animals. That's where her mind returned to once the lights were out and the two of them were cuddled together under the blankets. They were all she had. She showered them with the affection she herself was denied, it was the silly little coping mechanism of a child, but it worked for a time. But this wasn't a stuffed animal; this was a living thing that could respond to her actions. His skin was cool and smooth, no doubt cold blooded. Its belly had distinct armor like ridges on it different from the rest. It felt more like the sort of thing a catcher wore to protect his chest; it had some give but far less than the rest of his scaly skin.
"Scraaaaa" a tired, but pleased noise left Scrafty, along with what could only be considered purring.
"Oh you like that, huh?" intrigued, impulsive, and curious, she no longer used her fingers but her whole palm to rub Scrafty's belly. She could feel his tail rubbing up and down against her legs as he wagged it happily. She moved slightly to watch him, he was alive after all, he could respond to her touch and she didn't want to miss a moment. His arms hung limp as she laid him on his back and kept rubbing, eyes closed and tail bouncing on the bed. "You're adorable!" she kindly kissed him on the cheek. "How could anyone ever leave you behind." Without thinking her hand went lower on his body and she felt it, a difference, something unlike the rest of his skin, a dip. His jaw hung open now, a black uniquely shaped tongue hanging out slightly. Impulse and curiosity drove her further, she kept rubbing it with her palm, it was like a crevice in his skin, the texture so much smoother there. The more she rubbed, the more he seemed to enjoy it, leaning in harder, tail moving faster, it made him happy, she couldn't stop smiling and then she felt it. It was a shock to her system, enough to remind her exactly what it was she was doing, what it was she was touching.
He's panting now, drooling, she can see every effect this is having on him but one and she wants to see it, it's an impulsive thought and she doesn't think twice about resisting it. The loose skin pants Scrafty wears move easily out of the way and the flesh beneath springs up to meet the open air. She can't help but stare at what lay there, throbbing and bumpy in texture with small barbs at the base, her eyes traced up the outline of it as if formed a tight 'V' shape. "Wow..." as she rubs her thumb against she hears a sharp exhale leave Scrafty and she lets go, looking to his face. His eyes are half lidded and glazed, drool spilling over the corners of his mouth, an expression of wanton need if there ever was one. She smiles and rubs his cheek with a free hand. "Okay." She says in the sweetest tone she can.
The small noises he makes as she rubs him drive her further; she's loving every second of this. The thought that anything she could do could bring these kinds of feelings to another living being overpowering any other detracting thoughts. She rubs as gently as possible, considering what's in her hands she most certainly could hurt him if she wasn't careful. The fluid leaking out of both tips makes the process easier. She moved slightly, lifting him onto her chest, resting his head on her shoulder, a leg on either side of his hip as she reaches down with both hands to rub each of his organs from base to tip. Her senses all felt sharper now for reasons she couldn't explain, the smells of his skin a mixture of old book paper and new car upholstery, how much of that was his skin or the lubricant she couldn't tell or care. She could feel his machine gun like heartbeat through her hands and her chest, but then she could also feel a tingle in her fingers, like the feeling of eating a mint or a sleeping limb, pins and needles, for a moment Diana considered that it was to make the process easier for the girl. And just made it worst. She finally started to acknowledged that coiled bundle of heat sitting just under her stomach and the small of Scrafty's back. It's not the first time she's felt it, she knows what it means. Finally without any real warning Scrafty's muscles tighten, his tail sticks straight out and grey blue fluid jets forth from him, arching in the air and landing on them both. Diana lets go of his hemipenis and hugs him closer, gently kissing his head. Curiosity gets the better of her again as she brings a hand to her face and examines the cool, sticky fluid. It smells almost spicy, tingling wherever it touches and taste... She actually surprised herself there when she put a finger in her mouth without even thinking again, but the taste... Like a paste of bell peppers and jerky. So strange, and exciting.
"Scrrrrra." Scrafty turns over and runs his tongue up from her collar bone to the side of her neck, his teeth running against the skin there.
"Oh... Oh Okay... W-wait wait a second." She had done this before. Her stuffed animals had new purposes and new outlets of affection when puberty took her and reshaped her body. But this isn't a stuffed animal for her to grind away the heat in her, and the painful absence of love, Scrafty was alive, and wanting to take initiative. And she was willing to give him the chance as she slid her shorts and underwear off and let's them drop to the floor. Scrafty moves on top of her, bringing his head down to her crotch and wasting no time he drags his tongue over it. Diana can hardly catch her breath as Scrafty's tongue lashing is rapid, firm, and unyielding. She grunts and moans through her teeth and the back of a finger as she writhes under his treatment, toes desperately grasping at the sheets, a free hand encouragingly rubbing the reptiles back. She was almost sad when it ended but then she saw what was coming next. She moved to better accommodate his body size compared to hers. He was a full two feet shorter than her after all.
He bit her. Not hard but firmly. It wasn't aggressive, but possessive. Instinctual really, it's how Scrafty's worked when it came to this, the male dominates, holding the female in place with hands and teeth. In that moment she was reminded of just how powerful this Scrafty was as he took hold of her hips, that girder before seemed almost weightless in his hands, but there was no fear. If he wanted to hurt her it would be have been more than easy to. But it was more than clear to her, he was doing everything he can to be as gentle as possible. And that had made this all the more wonderful for her. It was a sign of affection as far as she was concerned. He could break her so easily, but he hasn't and he won't.
The feeling was indescribable, it was the first time she felt anything inside her, and she had never been daring enough to do that herself. The flesh resisted the entry; put increased pressure on the single prong Scrafty could get inside. The other was rubbing against the side of the bulging sensitive nub at the crux of her sex, she couldn't stop herself from practically squealing at the sensation, and then he got to work. He grunted against her with every thrust, the barbs at the base poking into the outside of her slit added an unexpected layer, but all of that was nothing compared to the tingle. She had thought she was prepared but inside her, as if aided by her own fluids, the reaction was way sharper, more mind blowing, it even made her ignore the pain of her hymen being torn.
It stopped being a cohesive moment for her, the world blurred; her mind was lost in the sea of sensations. Scrafty was licking her now instead of biting, she rapidly took off her top and her breast bounced free in front of him, lapped by his cool wet tongue. She did everything she could not to scream as she felt not just one orgasm wash over her but several, one after the other after he other before finally she felt Scrafty slam against her hard and pump her full of his seed, the other prong spraying her belly with the tingle inducing solution, all of it finally overwhelming her and causing her to fall back onto the bed, shuddering. There was so much she could feel it spilling out of her and running down to pool onto the bed. They both lay there panting, Scrafty slipping out of her as he slides up her body and rubs his face against her cheek. Diana kisses him tenderly and holds him close before finally passing out.
"So did you have a name before?" It was morning now, though one could only know that by the time on the clock by the bed, there was an hour before she had to be at work so she decided to spend at least the first half of it in bed, cuddling.
"Scra Scra." Scrafty shook his head, tapping his tail on her hip.
"Well. I'm gonna have to give you one then won't I? Would you like to have a name?"
"Scra!" He turned to face her and lick her cheek, she laughed softly at the feeling.
She moved to press her forehead against his. "Would you like to stay with me?"
He licked her face once more, that and his happy expression were all she needed.
Date:Oct 18 2012 Chapter:Chapter 1
Not mistakes at all, characters where solid, setting was great and the mating scene was good.
Im gonna give it a nine out of ten. Only one point off perfect because it didn't seem to flow very well.
Either way, nice work!
All the best! -Fuzzy.