Self Pleasures
Title: Mitsu The Espeon
Chapter Title: Self Pleasures
Characters:
Genres: Other
Rating: XXX
Warnings:
Summary: Okie, here is my Espeon character, a cute male named Mitsu. Here he's going to have some fun with himself in the first chapter, and maybe later it will include someone else... *winks* You'll have to find out by reading though. Espeon(M) Solo Masturbation.
Some say having a trainer is a good thing, you get to go adventuring together, getting stronger and more experienced, gaining glory and fame among those who see you win, and sympathy and encouragement from those who see you lose. Well, me and my trainer have felt all of that, though there are some things that aren't told of, such as the bond that develops between pokemon and trainer, the deep set trust and caring for the other. Sometimes...even love. Love...what a wonderful feeling, while at the same time the most horrendous curse one can have bestowed upon them.
Why is love bad you ask? Love, admittedly, is one of the best things that can happen to someone, but, what happens when the one you love does not know it, nor can understand when you try to express it. Not to mention the barrier of species? A pokemon that loves his trainer, beyond the boundaries of simple friendship...it's laughable...at least it was, until I fell in love with Jake, my trainer.
Yes, I've fallen in love with the one living thing that has cared for me when I was down, ill, or injured. I've given him my all, and then some. We've been through some hard times, and we've been through some prosperous ones, but no matter the situation, we always came out winners, no matter if we lost the fight. I was his first pokemon, and his last. When we got to a point, we stopped, and Jake released all of his pokemon, except for me, his only friend throughout the entire journey.
You could say he and I retired, and used our prize earnings in the tournament to buy a small home, and just live out the rest of our days there. Well, I myself have had my share of relationships with Jake's other pokemon, the best one yet was with a Vaporeon that he caught. I loved that Vaporeon, but alas...he escaped, saying he had yet to explore the whole world. I wanted to go with him, so bad, but...I couldn't abandon my trainer, so I stayed.
Now we, me and Jake, live in a small house just outside of Goldenrod, his and my hometown. We take up the occasional challenge, but normally it's short lived, since due to my set of skills, I either win, or lose. I am not in the just made it, or just lost category, I can take on almost any pokemon, except those who are resistant to my attacks. But no matter, the challenges have recently come to a stop, and now we just live out the rest of our lives in each others company, though myself...I have my secret confession to my trainer that I dare not speak for fear of the reaction.
Today was just like yesterday...and the day before that...and so on, we got up, and started off with a full fledged breakfast, followed by training, which is where my story begins. Yes, even though we're retired, we both still train to keep our strength up and our bodies healthy. For now, I'm lifting rocks of various sizes with my mind, first starting with one around the size of my body, then gradually getting bigger, until they're almost the size of a minivan. Jake is off sparring with a sandbag, his hands wrapped in medical tape, along with his feet. He's still fairly young, only around my age, which is eighteen, though he, amazingly, looks a lot younger than he actually is. However, I'm going just by what I know of humans, which is very little even though I spent nearly six years alongside one.
My heart starts thumping now whenever I look at him, my eyes roaming his fit and sleek form, with a perfectly tanned body. The rock I was holding comes to a crash landing as my concentration wavers, sending debris up everywhere and making Jake jump and hide behind the sandbag. I too jump in surprise, ducking with my forepaws covering my head out of reactionary thought.
After some of the dust clears, I look over to see the rock resting off kilter, a large dent in the backyard now where it used to be flat ground. I wince slightly, knowing Jake liked to keep his backyard in pristine order, and this was anything but pristine. "Mitsu, what happened?!"
His footsteps approach and I look up at him apologetically, trying my best not to blush faintly, as I notice his gym shorts were riding rather...tightly, pronouncing what lay under them... "Espeon...espe."
He sighs and kneels down to my level, scratching my favorite spot, that of above the gem in my forehead. I lick his hand before looking at where the new ditch is in his backyard. He looks as well and groans "Aw man! There goes my garden..."
His attention returns to me and I can feel his anger "What happened Mitsu? That wasn't even a very big rock for you...hmm." He puts his palm to my forehead "Are you getting sick?"
I shake my head "Eon." My tail flicks and I lift the rock back up, letting Jake assess the damage done. He walks over to the ditch and, unfortunately, bends over, accentuating his rear end to me. My mind slips and the rock falls an inch before I catch it, fear of hurting, and possibly killing Jake strengthening my hold on it.
I close my eyes, trying to shut out the attractive figure bending over in front of me, but that only serves to worsen the problem, my mind goes to thinking about this man without clothes on, like I've seen in the shower with him. I give a cry and release the stone, but yank Jake out of the way before it crashes down on his head. Luckily my reaction is fast enough, and he falls back with a yell of surprise, the stone smashing to the ground where his head used to be, this time actually crumbling into smaller stones.
A startled Jake looks back at me and gets up "Ok, that's it, we're taking you to a Pokecenter. That almost killed me!" I wince at the thought and sigh, nodding slowly, knowing I wouldn't be able to argue with him. Out comes my pokeball and in I go, the familiar black nothingness helping to calm my mind a little bit, hopefully enough that I can get this problem out of my head.
A short trip later I'm let out of my pokeball and onto the smooth surface of the Goldenrod pokemon center's counter, looking up at the friendly, but slightly concerned face of Nurse Joy as my trainer explains the problem to her. "That is very disturbing Jake, we'll take a look at Mitsu now. You can wait in the lobby if you want, or we'll call you once we're done."
I look back at my trainer as he nods and strokes my head and gives me a quick hug "Seeya later buddy, do as Nurse Joy says." I nod and rub my head against his "Espeon." He smiles and walks out, waving.
After my trainer was out of sight, I turn back to the Nurse as she starts petting my head, scratching softly at the base of my ears "So, something is disrupting your mental energies huh?" I shake my head and sigh, wishing she could understand my language, it would be so much easier that way.
She tilts her head "No? Then what is it?" I bite my lip, wondering how I could tell her I was distracted. An idea comes to me, and I use the pen stowed in her blouse to write on a piece of paper 'Distractions'.
"Distractions?" she looks at me funny, as if surprised I could write coherently, let alone use words so big in the human language. I nod in response to her query, handing, or more like floating the pen back to her, which she puts back in her blouse pocket. She leans back against the wall, a pensive look on her face while her index finger of the left hand taps against her bottom lip "Hmm...well, not much I can really say that will help at all...what's distracting you? Is it just general distractions?"
I shake my head and she hrmms "Is it anything specific..?" I nod slowly "Like what?" I bite my bottom lip again and hesitate before borrowing her pen again and writing right under 'Distractions', 'Jake'. She blinks and looks at me curiously "What about Jake? Is something wrong with him?"
I shake my head again and write under my newly written word 'L' I was about to write love, but stop, wondering what the consequences of doing so would be. "L?" I blink and look at the Nurse Joy, who is even more puzzled than before. I sigh quietly and give the pen back to her after writing 'I need to be alone.'
Nurse Joy doesn't say anything, but the rustling of fabric tells me that she had crossed her arms over her ample chest while she watches me hop down from the counter and pad out of the Pokemon Center quietly, with my ears drooping the barest amount, along with my tail. I know Jake will be looking for me, but I decide to head off on my own, trotting down to the small park and finding a secluded spot that I had marked as my own, preferring it when things get a little...hard, like they are now. I usually come to this place to do one thing, and that is to relieve myself, though not by urinating...
A soft gasp escapes my lips as my pronged tail bends neatly to stroke my virgin tailhole, not having had anything but my tongue inside of it before. The fine but soft bristles play havoc on my senses while one prong strokes my furless tailhole, while the other starts rubbing my furry sack, rolling the twin, and very full orbs around one at a time, never to hard, but firm enough to be felt. This feeling causes my head to tilt back and a very soft, but needy moan to sound out from my open mouth.
As my tail continues to work its wonders, my nose twitches with the detection of my musk, the source being my steadily swelling sheath, clearly showing my arousal. It escalates further when one of my furry prongs wraps gently around my full sack and gives it a gentle squeeze, this making my body, my hips especially, to give a shiver, the strength of my musk increasing while my sheath continues to swell.
A warmth on my belly is felt as the arrival of my member beginning to peek its way out, is heralded by a warm burst of pre, which soaks the underside of my belly, and the ground just below my chest, which is beginning to heave as I pant softly. While I slowly lower my head, my tail lowers its attentions as well, further slipping down so that the top prong plays with my aching sack, while the other begins to stroke my swollen sheath, further coaxing out my pink and smooth member. Another soft moan comes from me as this all increases my pleasure, another few drops of pre lining my belly and the ground below me.
My hips give a soft buck, the force of it letting more of my throbbing member slip free of its protective sheath, allowing more to be stroked by my soft tail prong end. I quicken the stroking on my member while I rock my hips back and forth on instinct alone. What a sight this must be, to see a male Espeon with his tail doing things it was not originally designed to do. That thought is cut off as another inch of my member is let free, and my tail goes over a sensitive spot, a loud moan making my mouth open again and my eyes to close.
With my member fully exposed, I give up the treatment on my sack for a better one, wrapping both prongs firmly around my shaft and beginning to stroke them back and forth. Another moan sounds off from my open mouth as I buck and pant a little louder and faster, pre drooling like a faucet out of my throbbing meat. I begin to get faster with my stroking, feeling my Espeon seed beginning to broil in my full ball sack.
Thoughts of Jake flash through my head, further arousing me and causing my moans to increase in volume from my imagination producing the feeling equivalent to a hard member moving in and out of my tailhole, or at least what I think it would feel like. My vision starts to blur as my lust builds, along with my pleasure, climax I know is close, so I start squeezing my member tighter with my tail and moving it faster.
A final squeeze and my head tilts back further, back arching as I give a cry and cum. My body freezes visually, but inside it's anything but still, my tailhole clenches and flexes as my thick Espeon seed is sprayed forcefully onto the grassy ground beneath me, the potent liquid coming out in long, plentiful ropes as my balls empty themselves to the self pleasure. I rock my hips a little, my tails acting like a climaxing body would on their own, clenching and flexing just like my tailhole, milking the remainder of my cum out of my climaxing body.
A few minutes of orgasmic bliss and it's over, leaving my body drained and my mind numbed. This unfortunately is the most vulnerable time for Espeons, as our minds are taken away from psychic ability and put strictly on instinct. Luckily for me, no one was around to hear my loud moaning and cries of pleasure, and I slump to the ground by my lonesome, landing in a panting and sweating heap on my side. Cum still oozes from my worked shaft, though it is only a bare trickle, enough to keep the afterglow alive, giving me a limited amount of satisfaction as I lay there, murring quietly to myself.
Even that begins to fade as I relax, regaining my lost breath from moaning and other sounds of pleasure. I let my body rest for a few minutes before staggering into a sitting position and bending in half with a hind leg raised, my soft pink tongue stroking against my sated member, cleaning it of the cum and pre cum that was covering it. A shiver resounds throughout my body each time my tongue hits a sensitive spot, sending a small shock of pleasure into my brain, now making me thankful I didn't have a knot.
The now shrinking member begins slipping back into its protective sheath, and I give it a farewell lick before standing up and looking at the small puddle of cum that lay in the center of my little clearing. I dip the tip of my paw in the liquid and bring it to my mouth, sniffing it curiously and murring again at the strong smell of myself before taking a soft lick, taste testing my own seed. The salty and musky taste is enjoyable, and I clean my paw off, giving soft murrs of approval at my own taste. With my cleaning done, I trot off back towards the Pokecenter, knowing Jake would be looking for me by now.
End of Chapter 1 (Yay. Now for 2...)
Chapter Title: Self Pleasures
Characters:
Genres: Other
Rating: XXX
Warnings:
Summary: Okie, here is my Espeon character, a cute male named Mitsu. Here he's going to have some fun with himself in the first chapter, and maybe later it will include someone else... *winks* You'll have to find out by reading though. Espeon(M) Solo Masturbation.
Some say having a trainer is a good thing, you get to go adventuring together, getting stronger and more experienced, gaining glory and fame among those who see you win, and sympathy and encouragement from those who see you lose. Well, me and my trainer have felt all of that, though there are some things that aren't told of, such as the bond that develops between pokemon and trainer, the deep set trust and caring for the other. Sometimes...even love. Love...what a wonderful feeling, while at the same time the most horrendous curse one can have bestowed upon them.
Why is love bad you ask? Love, admittedly, is one of the best things that can happen to someone, but, what happens when the one you love does not know it, nor can understand when you try to express it. Not to mention the barrier of species? A pokemon that loves his trainer, beyond the boundaries of simple friendship...it's laughable...at least it was, until I fell in love with Jake, my trainer.
Yes, I've fallen in love with the one living thing that has cared for me when I was down, ill, or injured. I've given him my all, and then some. We've been through some hard times, and we've been through some prosperous ones, but no matter the situation, we always came out winners, no matter if we lost the fight. I was his first pokemon, and his last. When we got to a point, we stopped, and Jake released all of his pokemon, except for me, his only friend throughout the entire journey.
You could say he and I retired, and used our prize earnings in the tournament to buy a small home, and just live out the rest of our days there. Well, I myself have had my share of relationships with Jake's other pokemon, the best one yet was with a Vaporeon that he caught. I loved that Vaporeon, but alas...he escaped, saying he had yet to explore the whole world. I wanted to go with him, so bad, but...I couldn't abandon my trainer, so I stayed.
Now we, me and Jake, live in a small house just outside of Goldenrod, his and my hometown. We take up the occasional challenge, but normally it's short lived, since due to my set of skills, I either win, or lose. I am not in the just made it, or just lost category, I can take on almost any pokemon, except those who are resistant to my attacks. But no matter, the challenges have recently come to a stop, and now we just live out the rest of our lives in each others company, though myself...I have my secret confession to my trainer that I dare not speak for fear of the reaction.
Today was just like yesterday...and the day before that...and so on, we got up, and started off with a full fledged breakfast, followed by training, which is where my story begins. Yes, even though we're retired, we both still train to keep our strength up and our bodies healthy. For now, I'm lifting rocks of various sizes with my mind, first starting with one around the size of my body, then gradually getting bigger, until they're almost the size of a minivan. Jake is off sparring with a sandbag, his hands wrapped in medical tape, along with his feet. He's still fairly young, only around my age, which is eighteen, though he, amazingly, looks a lot younger than he actually is. However, I'm going just by what I know of humans, which is very little even though I spent nearly six years alongside one.
My heart starts thumping now whenever I look at him, my eyes roaming his fit and sleek form, with a perfectly tanned body. The rock I was holding comes to a crash landing as my concentration wavers, sending debris up everywhere and making Jake jump and hide behind the sandbag. I too jump in surprise, ducking with my forepaws covering my head out of reactionary thought.
After some of the dust clears, I look over to see the rock resting off kilter, a large dent in the backyard now where it used to be flat ground. I wince slightly, knowing Jake liked to keep his backyard in pristine order, and this was anything but pristine. "Mitsu, what happened?!"
His footsteps approach and I look up at him apologetically, trying my best not to blush faintly, as I notice his gym shorts were riding rather...tightly, pronouncing what lay under them... "Espeon...espe."
He sighs and kneels down to my level, scratching my favorite spot, that of above the gem in my forehead. I lick his hand before looking at where the new ditch is in his backyard. He looks as well and groans "Aw man! There goes my garden..."
His attention returns to me and I can feel his anger "What happened Mitsu? That wasn't even a very big rock for you...hmm." He puts his palm to my forehead "Are you getting sick?"
I shake my head "Eon." My tail flicks and I lift the rock back up, letting Jake assess the damage done. He walks over to the ditch and, unfortunately, bends over, accentuating his rear end to me. My mind slips and the rock falls an inch before I catch it, fear of hurting, and possibly killing Jake strengthening my hold on it.
I close my eyes, trying to shut out the attractive figure bending over in front of me, but that only serves to worsen the problem, my mind goes to thinking about this man without clothes on, like I've seen in the shower with him. I give a cry and release the stone, but yank Jake out of the way before it crashes down on his head. Luckily my reaction is fast enough, and he falls back with a yell of surprise, the stone smashing to the ground where his head used to be, this time actually crumbling into smaller stones.
A startled Jake looks back at me and gets up "Ok, that's it, we're taking you to a Pokecenter. That almost killed me!" I wince at the thought and sigh, nodding slowly, knowing I wouldn't be able to argue with him. Out comes my pokeball and in I go, the familiar black nothingness helping to calm my mind a little bit, hopefully enough that I can get this problem out of my head.
A short trip later I'm let out of my pokeball and onto the smooth surface of the Goldenrod pokemon center's counter, looking up at the friendly, but slightly concerned face of Nurse Joy as my trainer explains the problem to her. "That is very disturbing Jake, we'll take a look at Mitsu now. You can wait in the lobby if you want, or we'll call you once we're done."
I look back at my trainer as he nods and strokes my head and gives me a quick hug "Seeya later buddy, do as Nurse Joy says." I nod and rub my head against his "Espeon." He smiles and walks out, waving.
After my trainer was out of sight, I turn back to the Nurse as she starts petting my head, scratching softly at the base of my ears "So, something is disrupting your mental energies huh?" I shake my head and sigh, wishing she could understand my language, it would be so much easier that way.
She tilts her head "No? Then what is it?" I bite my lip, wondering how I could tell her I was distracted. An idea comes to me, and I use the pen stowed in her blouse to write on a piece of paper 'Distractions'.
"Distractions?" she looks at me funny, as if surprised I could write coherently, let alone use words so big in the human language. I nod in response to her query, handing, or more like floating the pen back to her, which she puts back in her blouse pocket. She leans back against the wall, a pensive look on her face while her index finger of the left hand taps against her bottom lip "Hmm...well, not much I can really say that will help at all...what's distracting you? Is it just general distractions?"
I shake my head and she hrmms "Is it anything specific..?" I nod slowly "Like what?" I bite my bottom lip again and hesitate before borrowing her pen again and writing right under 'Distractions', 'Jake'. She blinks and looks at me curiously "What about Jake? Is something wrong with him?"
I shake my head again and write under my newly written word 'L' I was about to write love, but stop, wondering what the consequences of doing so would be. "L?" I blink and look at the Nurse Joy, who is even more puzzled than before. I sigh quietly and give the pen back to her after writing 'I need to be alone.'
Nurse Joy doesn't say anything, but the rustling of fabric tells me that she had crossed her arms over her ample chest while she watches me hop down from the counter and pad out of the Pokemon Center quietly, with my ears drooping the barest amount, along with my tail. I know Jake will be looking for me, but I decide to head off on my own, trotting down to the small park and finding a secluded spot that I had marked as my own, preferring it when things get a little...hard, like they are now. I usually come to this place to do one thing, and that is to relieve myself, though not by urinating...
A soft gasp escapes my lips as my pronged tail bends neatly to stroke my virgin tailhole, not having had anything but my tongue inside of it before. The fine but soft bristles play havoc on my senses while one prong strokes my furless tailhole, while the other starts rubbing my furry sack, rolling the twin, and very full orbs around one at a time, never to hard, but firm enough to be felt. This feeling causes my head to tilt back and a very soft, but needy moan to sound out from my open mouth.
As my tail continues to work its wonders, my nose twitches with the detection of my musk, the source being my steadily swelling sheath, clearly showing my arousal. It escalates further when one of my furry prongs wraps gently around my full sack and gives it a gentle squeeze, this making my body, my hips especially, to give a shiver, the strength of my musk increasing while my sheath continues to swell.
A warmth on my belly is felt as the arrival of my member beginning to peek its way out, is heralded by a warm burst of pre, which soaks the underside of my belly, and the ground just below my chest, which is beginning to heave as I pant softly. While I slowly lower my head, my tail lowers its attentions as well, further slipping down so that the top prong plays with my aching sack, while the other begins to stroke my swollen sheath, further coaxing out my pink and smooth member. Another soft moan comes from me as this all increases my pleasure, another few drops of pre lining my belly and the ground below me.
My hips give a soft buck, the force of it letting more of my throbbing member slip free of its protective sheath, allowing more to be stroked by my soft tail prong end. I quicken the stroking on my member while I rock my hips back and forth on instinct alone. What a sight this must be, to see a male Espeon with his tail doing things it was not originally designed to do. That thought is cut off as another inch of my member is let free, and my tail goes over a sensitive spot, a loud moan making my mouth open again and my eyes to close.
With my member fully exposed, I give up the treatment on my sack for a better one, wrapping both prongs firmly around my shaft and beginning to stroke them back and forth. Another moan sounds off from my open mouth as I buck and pant a little louder and faster, pre drooling like a faucet out of my throbbing meat. I begin to get faster with my stroking, feeling my Espeon seed beginning to broil in my full ball sack.
Thoughts of Jake flash through my head, further arousing me and causing my moans to increase in volume from my imagination producing the feeling equivalent to a hard member moving in and out of my tailhole, or at least what I think it would feel like. My vision starts to blur as my lust builds, along with my pleasure, climax I know is close, so I start squeezing my member tighter with my tail and moving it faster.
A final squeeze and my head tilts back further, back arching as I give a cry and cum. My body freezes visually, but inside it's anything but still, my tailhole clenches and flexes as my thick Espeon seed is sprayed forcefully onto the grassy ground beneath me, the potent liquid coming out in long, plentiful ropes as my balls empty themselves to the self pleasure. I rock my hips a little, my tails acting like a climaxing body would on their own, clenching and flexing just like my tailhole, milking the remainder of my cum out of my climaxing body.
A few minutes of orgasmic bliss and it's over, leaving my body drained and my mind numbed. This unfortunately is the most vulnerable time for Espeons, as our minds are taken away from psychic ability and put strictly on instinct. Luckily for me, no one was around to hear my loud moaning and cries of pleasure, and I slump to the ground by my lonesome, landing in a panting and sweating heap on my side. Cum still oozes from my worked shaft, though it is only a bare trickle, enough to keep the afterglow alive, giving me a limited amount of satisfaction as I lay there, murring quietly to myself.
Even that begins to fade as I relax, regaining my lost breath from moaning and other sounds of pleasure. I let my body rest for a few minutes before staggering into a sitting position and bending in half with a hind leg raised, my soft pink tongue stroking against my sated member, cleaning it of the cum and pre cum that was covering it. A shiver resounds throughout my body each time my tongue hits a sensitive spot, sending a small shock of pleasure into my brain, now making me thankful I didn't have a knot.
The now shrinking member begins slipping back into its protective sheath, and I give it a farewell lick before standing up and looking at the small puddle of cum that lay in the center of my little clearing. I dip the tip of my paw in the liquid and bring it to my mouth, sniffing it curiously and murring again at the strong smell of myself before taking a soft lick, taste testing my own seed. The salty and musky taste is enjoyable, and I clean my paw off, giving soft murrs of approval at my own taste. With my cleaning done, I trot off back towards the Pokecenter, knowing Jake would be looking for me by now.
End of Chapter 1 (Yay. Now for 2...)