Release
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Title:: Release
File Name: release.txt
Author: Crunchie
Rating: XXX
Size: 14KB
Type: lemon - evil
Action: Misty, MB;
Added: 09-09-99
Read by: Racso
Description: To what lengths will some go for release?
===========================================================================
First off, i'm a lil bit drunk, ... just a lil bit, just teeny lil bit.
and a whole hell of a lotta horny right now, so if this story sux, I'm
sorry. :) Mailny it was written in an attempt to calm me. I didn't know
what else to do except have a drink, and when that didn't work, write.
Um, if you are underage you shouldn't be here but since you are go ahead
an read.I now go take bath and sleep cuz me tired. Feedback on my
halfassed lemon is welcomed...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Misty sat alone in her room trembling, lonely, and cold. She
wanted to go with the Brock and Ash to pit her pokémon against the
others, but she just couldn't function. She could barely make herself
move to see them out. Ash had asked what was wrong, but she surely
couldn't tell him. She made a simple excuse of it being a female problem,
which quickly got both he and Brock to exit. She moaned pitifully and
slid from the chair she was seated on. She hit the wood floor hard, but
not enuff to distract her from her internal torment. She lay back and
cried out, "Waah! Why, why does this happen?!" Hot tears rolled down her
cheeks as she rolled over and began crawling onto a soft rug. She was
horny, so damned horny, and she couldn't satisfy herself... No matter
what she tried, she couldn't find release!
Once on the rug, she began wriggling out of her shorts. They clung
to her left ankle, and she began to masturbate thru her panties. She
rubbed her clit in gentle circular motions, increasing in pressure and
speed slowly. "Dammit!" She cried out in frustration, grabbing her
panties at the crotch and ripping them from her body. She pulled her
shaking fist towards her face and gazed in shock at them. They were the
pretty ones she bought recently. Cute lil white panties with lil starmies
all over them. She thought of the place she had found them. It was in a
small town where they stopped to rest, and she had seen them in a store
where a really nice cute guy worked. She made sure he was the one that
helped her with her purchase, and was thrilled when he blushed modestly.
He didn't yell 'eeew' like some immature guys would have, but instead
just blushed. Why couldn't Ash be like that guy? Fresh tears welled up in
her eyes, and a strangled sob fought to work it's way from her throat.
"Damn..." she flung them across the room angrily, "Dammit, they're
ruined!" She lay there panting, feeling the sunlight shine brutally upon
her face. The sun was especially unforiving today.
She sat up slowly after a few minutes, her mind swirling, and put
her hands back over her clit. She massaged it a bit more, then decided
that wouldn't accomplish anything. She stuck her finger in herself, in
and out, feeling the wetness slide over her finger. She relished this
feeling, then slipped in another finger, then another. She moaned softly,
and lifted herself up a bit with her other arm. As her fingers played
inside her, she kept her thumb busy on her clit. Sweat soaked her top,
and it clung to her body in the most erotic fashion. "Aaaah!" She gasped,
right on the edge, she felt that she was right on the edge, and only if
she could keep goin... but, her other arm gave out and she feel back.
"NO!" She screamed, and spasmed. She had to get there again, she was
losing her mind.
She rocked back and forth for a few minutes trying to figure out
what to do next. Fighting her way out of her top, she wondered
desperately what could she use? As she looked around the room she noticed
things seemed so surreal. She giggled uncontrollably for a moment, then
regained control of herself. 'Maybe I'm crazy,' she thought to herself.
It would certainly explain why this happens at times. This definately
wasn't the first time. But, thankfully, this didn't happen as often as
the other things. The mood swings she could handle, the depression was
nothing, the mania's were nothing, everything else was trifle compared to
this. "I'm not a slut!" She screamed to no one in particular, collapsing
back on the rug. She could almost feel the floor shifting and lurching.
She knew that the room wasn't moving, but yet, she somehow doubted
reality. She felt like she could stick her hand into a fire, and only
pleasure it would bring. Nothing was what it seemed, and everything was
what she thought it should be.
Looking to the ceiling she thought back, back to the other times
this has happened. Even now, those memories were so real. She could
recall the frustrations, the anger, the various attempts to sate herself.
She recalled the time she flipped from her chair while masturbating, and
how she had crawled frantically across the floor and over a small coffee
table to reach a bed, never letting her hand cease it's action. She
injured herself that time, but definately wasn't about to tell everyone
how she had hurt her shoulder and neck. She thought of her small
vibrator, the silver bullet it was called, and how she had hung off her
bed with it held tight to her clit, sliding it up and down ever so often
until she finally did come, and fainted from the force of it. She
remembered her first time with a woman...
Laying in bed, spending the night with this other girl, they were
meant to have a simple sleepover. Serah leaned over while they were
talking about music they liked, and placed her hand gently on Misty's
thigh. "Have you ever had someone touch you there?" She asked. Misty
looked over in shock at her friend. "What??" she stammered, feeling as if
she had stumbled into another world. Serah glanced down, looking up thru
her lashes slyly. "I was watching you earlier," she said, "While you were
in the bath. You kept touching yourself, playing with yourself, and I
don't think you ever got what you wanted..." Misty felt her face burn as
she blushed. Serah was right, she couldn't get to orgasm that time.
Serah's hand suddenly slipped down Misty's pajama pants. "Oh!" she
exclaimed, "No panties! Hm, and a bit wet." She grinned and stroked
Misty's pussy softly. "Such a good kitty deserves special treatment." For
a while she toyed with Misty's breasts, her clit, and the lips of her
vagina. She finally reached behind her and pulled out something small.
Misty stiffened in fear. "Don't worry," Serah said, "It's not big. It's
just a small pen, nothing that'll hurt a good girl." She slipped this
under the covers, and worked Misty's pants down around her knees. Misty
then realized that she had taken hold of this girls breast with one hand,
and was gently caressing it. She gasped softly when she felt the pen
entering her vagina slowly. Small, but definately big enuff to be felt.
Serah brought her to orgasm, discussing the finer points of masturbation
and mutual masturbation as she did so. They then fell asleep tangled in
damp sheets, but very happy and relaxed.
Misty rolled over to face the floor, trying to block out that
memory which only made this lonliness worse. She was alone this time, no
one was here to help her. Perhaps she should have said something to Ash
or Brock. She still had no idea what it was like to be with a man. She
was certain either one of them would have jumped at the chance,
especially that woman chasing Brock. Always lurching after some woman
like his life depended on it. She wondered if he and that Nurse Joy still
saw each other. She was the nice Nurse Joy that saved Pikachu after he
was attacked while walking with Brock. They never solved that mystery.
Misty thought of Nurse Joy's breasts, her smile, and wondered what it
would be like to taste her womanhood.
She shivered as the shaggy rug beneath her tickled and teased her
skin. She grinded herself against it, then figured she should see what
she could do with it. She grabbed up a bit of it and pulled it to her
crotch, rubbing it up and down. It tickled, it teased, both of which were
fine sensations, but neither acheived her goal. She dropped the rug,
which was now soaked in her vaginal fluids. She stood on shaky legs and
staggered to the table in the center of the room. She picked up her
hairbrush, using the handle to rub her clit. She tried sitting on the
chair, but kept sliding off. She crawled clumsily up onto the table,
leaving one foot on the chair for support, and whacked away at her clit.
When this failed, she slipped it slowly into herself. "Agh!" She cried,
quickly removing it. She wasn't used to something of that size yet.
She could feel a bit of a breeze coming from the window. It had be
left slightly open. She pulled her sticky wet hands to her face, and
rubbed her wetness over her skin. The feel and scent was invigorating!
She rolled onto her side and began squeezing her breasts, pinching and
twisting her nipples. "Ah, please, please, something has to release me!"
Her eyes roved the room desperately for any object that looked thin enuff
to keep from hurting her, but long enuff for her to really feel it. She
slid off, her skin squeaking across the table, and made her way to the
kitchen. She picked up a small thin knife, her eyes taking in it's shine.
She thought for a moment, a terrifying moment, that perhaps this would be
the only way. She quickly overcame that thought, and used it instead to
slice a bit at her right forearm. Her skin grew prickly as the pain
sensation took on an almost pleasureable edge. She drug it lightly across
her chest. The blood ran in ever so tiny liquid ribbons over her breasts.
She watched dreamily as some of it swirled and curled around her nipples,
dripping slowly off their tips. Oh yes, now this was a sensation to
remember. She slicked two small sections on either side of her abdomen,
then on her hips. She could feel the warm blood flowing slowly, mixing
with her sweat and other fluids. The cuts burned, but not as much as she
burned inside. She felt like she had a fever, but no way to stop it.
Drool ran from the sides of her mouth, and she staggered about
trying to find something. Finally she spotted a broom. She grabbed it and
ran back to the table and chair. She held is as she climbed back onto the
table. Again she positioned one foot on the chair, the other on the
table. She lowered herself slowly onto the broom and grinned. Yes, she
thought, I've found what I needed. The handle of the broom wasn't
painted, the wood soaked her juices creating the right amount of
friction. She bobbed slowly up and down, thinking she might get some
splinters, but really not caring. She'd already mutilated herself some,
what harm would a little more do? Faster she went up and down on the
broom, just a lil lower to see how much she could get. She gasped and
flung her head back, the table shaking with her. "Oh, yes!" She screamed,
finally having found her way back up. She felt like she was flying now,
soaring above the rest of the world. She could hear Ash and Brock,
laughing and speaking of Pokémon tournaments. It was like she had
disconnected from her body and followed them. "Gaaaah!" She finally came,
jerking, exploding around the broom. Her legs spasmed, and she was
released in orgasm...
"What the hell?!" Brock exclaimed, when he heard Misty screaming
'oh, yes!'. He released an ashamed and embarassed Ash. Ash buttoned his
jacket to the top to hide the hickeys he had acquired that night. Misty
didn't know how lucky she was to have female trouble. He raced behind
Brock, and they flung the door open.
They found Misty, covered in blood. The chair was overturned, and
the broom had shoved itself up into her. Ash saw the handle, it was
obvious that's what it was, was pressing against her abdomen. He turned
to vomit. Misty cooed softly, her eyes unfocused. "Oh shit, shit!" Brock
yelled, running up to see her. Ash was too busy vomiting to do anything,
so Brock quickly retreived the chair to position Misty. "Don't move," He
warned an already catatonic Misty. "What possesed her..?" Ash questioned
as Brock called for help. Ash had no idea what could lead to such an
action, but Brock knew. Sometimes, some people just need a release...
those people are willing to do about anything for that release.
He could only wonder however, had Misty found her final
release...?
The Official AGNPH Archive
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Title:: Release
File Name: release.txt
Author: Crunchie
Rating: XXX
Size: 14KB
Type: lemon - evil
Action: Misty, MB;
Added: 09-09-99
Read by: Racso
Description: To what lengths will some go for release?
===========================================================================
First off, i'm a lil bit drunk, ... just a lil bit, just teeny lil bit.
and a whole hell of a lotta horny right now, so if this story sux, I'm
sorry. :) Mailny it was written in an attempt to calm me. I didn't know
what else to do except have a drink, and when that didn't work, write.
Um, if you are underage you shouldn't be here but since you are go ahead
an read.I now go take bath and sleep cuz me tired. Feedback on my
halfassed lemon is welcomed...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Misty sat alone in her room trembling, lonely, and cold. She
wanted to go with the Brock and Ash to pit her pokémon against the
others, but she just couldn't function. She could barely make herself
move to see them out. Ash had asked what was wrong, but she surely
couldn't tell him. She made a simple excuse of it being a female problem,
which quickly got both he and Brock to exit. She moaned pitifully and
slid from the chair she was seated on. She hit the wood floor hard, but
not enuff to distract her from her internal torment. She lay back and
cried out, "Waah! Why, why does this happen?!" Hot tears rolled down her
cheeks as she rolled over and began crawling onto a soft rug. She was
horny, so damned horny, and she couldn't satisfy herself... No matter
what she tried, she couldn't find release!
Once on the rug, she began wriggling out of her shorts. They clung
to her left ankle, and she began to masturbate thru her panties. She
rubbed her clit in gentle circular motions, increasing in pressure and
speed slowly. "Dammit!" She cried out in frustration, grabbing her
panties at the crotch and ripping them from her body. She pulled her
shaking fist towards her face and gazed in shock at them. They were the
pretty ones she bought recently. Cute lil white panties with lil starmies
all over them. She thought of the place she had found them. It was in a
small town where they stopped to rest, and she had seen them in a store
where a really nice cute guy worked. She made sure he was the one that
helped her with her purchase, and was thrilled when he blushed modestly.
He didn't yell 'eeew' like some immature guys would have, but instead
just blushed. Why couldn't Ash be like that guy? Fresh tears welled up in
her eyes, and a strangled sob fought to work it's way from her throat.
"Damn..." she flung them across the room angrily, "Dammit, they're
ruined!" She lay there panting, feeling the sunlight shine brutally upon
her face. The sun was especially unforiving today.
She sat up slowly after a few minutes, her mind swirling, and put
her hands back over her clit. She massaged it a bit more, then decided
that wouldn't accomplish anything. She stuck her finger in herself, in
and out, feeling the wetness slide over her finger. She relished this
feeling, then slipped in another finger, then another. She moaned softly,
and lifted herself up a bit with her other arm. As her fingers played
inside her, she kept her thumb busy on her clit. Sweat soaked her top,
and it clung to her body in the most erotic fashion. "Aaaah!" She gasped,
right on the edge, she felt that she was right on the edge, and only if
she could keep goin... but, her other arm gave out and she feel back.
"NO!" She screamed, and spasmed. She had to get there again, she was
losing her mind.
She rocked back and forth for a few minutes trying to figure out
what to do next. Fighting her way out of her top, she wondered
desperately what could she use? As she looked around the room she noticed
things seemed so surreal. She giggled uncontrollably for a moment, then
regained control of herself. 'Maybe I'm crazy,' she thought to herself.
It would certainly explain why this happens at times. This definately
wasn't the first time. But, thankfully, this didn't happen as often as
the other things. The mood swings she could handle, the depression was
nothing, the mania's were nothing, everything else was trifle compared to
this. "I'm not a slut!" She screamed to no one in particular, collapsing
back on the rug. She could almost feel the floor shifting and lurching.
She knew that the room wasn't moving, but yet, she somehow doubted
reality. She felt like she could stick her hand into a fire, and only
pleasure it would bring. Nothing was what it seemed, and everything was
what she thought it should be.
Looking to the ceiling she thought back, back to the other times
this has happened. Even now, those memories were so real. She could
recall the frustrations, the anger, the various attempts to sate herself.
She recalled the time she flipped from her chair while masturbating, and
how she had crawled frantically across the floor and over a small coffee
table to reach a bed, never letting her hand cease it's action. She
injured herself that time, but definately wasn't about to tell everyone
how she had hurt her shoulder and neck. She thought of her small
vibrator, the silver bullet it was called, and how she had hung off her
bed with it held tight to her clit, sliding it up and down ever so often
until she finally did come, and fainted from the force of it. She
remembered her first time with a woman...
Laying in bed, spending the night with this other girl, they were
meant to have a simple sleepover. Serah leaned over while they were
talking about music they liked, and placed her hand gently on Misty's
thigh. "Have you ever had someone touch you there?" She asked. Misty
looked over in shock at her friend. "What??" she stammered, feeling as if
she had stumbled into another world. Serah glanced down, looking up thru
her lashes slyly. "I was watching you earlier," she said, "While you were
in the bath. You kept touching yourself, playing with yourself, and I
don't think you ever got what you wanted..." Misty felt her face burn as
she blushed. Serah was right, she couldn't get to orgasm that time.
Serah's hand suddenly slipped down Misty's pajama pants. "Oh!" she
exclaimed, "No panties! Hm, and a bit wet." She grinned and stroked
Misty's pussy softly. "Such a good kitty deserves special treatment." For
a while she toyed with Misty's breasts, her clit, and the lips of her
vagina. She finally reached behind her and pulled out something small.
Misty stiffened in fear. "Don't worry," Serah said, "It's not big. It's
just a small pen, nothing that'll hurt a good girl." She slipped this
under the covers, and worked Misty's pants down around her knees. Misty
then realized that she had taken hold of this girls breast with one hand,
and was gently caressing it. She gasped softly when she felt the pen
entering her vagina slowly. Small, but definately big enuff to be felt.
Serah brought her to orgasm, discussing the finer points of masturbation
and mutual masturbation as she did so. They then fell asleep tangled in
damp sheets, but very happy and relaxed.
Misty rolled over to face the floor, trying to block out that
memory which only made this lonliness worse. She was alone this time, no
one was here to help her. Perhaps she should have said something to Ash
or Brock. She still had no idea what it was like to be with a man. She
was certain either one of them would have jumped at the chance,
especially that woman chasing Brock. Always lurching after some woman
like his life depended on it. She wondered if he and that Nurse Joy still
saw each other. She was the nice Nurse Joy that saved Pikachu after he
was attacked while walking with Brock. They never solved that mystery.
Misty thought of Nurse Joy's breasts, her smile, and wondered what it
would be like to taste her womanhood.
She shivered as the shaggy rug beneath her tickled and teased her
skin. She grinded herself against it, then figured she should see what
she could do with it. She grabbed up a bit of it and pulled it to her
crotch, rubbing it up and down. It tickled, it teased, both of which were
fine sensations, but neither acheived her goal. She dropped the rug,
which was now soaked in her vaginal fluids. She stood on shaky legs and
staggered to the table in the center of the room. She picked up her
hairbrush, using the handle to rub her clit. She tried sitting on the
chair, but kept sliding off. She crawled clumsily up onto the table,
leaving one foot on the chair for support, and whacked away at her clit.
When this failed, she slipped it slowly into herself. "Agh!" She cried,
quickly removing it. She wasn't used to something of that size yet.
She could feel a bit of a breeze coming from the window. It had be
left slightly open. She pulled her sticky wet hands to her face, and
rubbed her wetness over her skin. The feel and scent was invigorating!
She rolled onto her side and began squeezing her breasts, pinching and
twisting her nipples. "Ah, please, please, something has to release me!"
Her eyes roved the room desperately for any object that looked thin enuff
to keep from hurting her, but long enuff for her to really feel it. She
slid off, her skin squeaking across the table, and made her way to the
kitchen. She picked up a small thin knife, her eyes taking in it's shine.
She thought for a moment, a terrifying moment, that perhaps this would be
the only way. She quickly overcame that thought, and used it instead to
slice a bit at her right forearm. Her skin grew prickly as the pain
sensation took on an almost pleasureable edge. She drug it lightly across
her chest. The blood ran in ever so tiny liquid ribbons over her breasts.
She watched dreamily as some of it swirled and curled around her nipples,
dripping slowly off their tips. Oh yes, now this was a sensation to
remember. She slicked two small sections on either side of her abdomen,
then on her hips. She could feel the warm blood flowing slowly, mixing
with her sweat and other fluids. The cuts burned, but not as much as she
burned inside. She felt like she had a fever, but no way to stop it.
Drool ran from the sides of her mouth, and she staggered about
trying to find something. Finally she spotted a broom. She grabbed it and
ran back to the table and chair. She held is as she climbed back onto the
table. Again she positioned one foot on the chair, the other on the
table. She lowered herself slowly onto the broom and grinned. Yes, she
thought, I've found what I needed. The handle of the broom wasn't
painted, the wood soaked her juices creating the right amount of
friction. She bobbed slowly up and down, thinking she might get some
splinters, but really not caring. She'd already mutilated herself some,
what harm would a little more do? Faster she went up and down on the
broom, just a lil lower to see how much she could get. She gasped and
flung her head back, the table shaking with her. "Oh, yes!" She screamed,
finally having found her way back up. She felt like she was flying now,
soaring above the rest of the world. She could hear Ash and Brock,
laughing and speaking of Pokémon tournaments. It was like she had
disconnected from her body and followed them. "Gaaaah!" She finally came,
jerking, exploding around the broom. Her legs spasmed, and she was
released in orgasm...
"What the hell?!" Brock exclaimed, when he heard Misty screaming
'oh, yes!'. He released an ashamed and embarassed Ash. Ash buttoned his
jacket to the top to hide the hickeys he had acquired that night. Misty
didn't know how lucky she was to have female trouble. He raced behind
Brock, and they flung the door open.
They found Misty, covered in blood. The chair was overturned, and
the broom had shoved itself up into her. Ash saw the handle, it was
obvious that's what it was, was pressing against her abdomen. He turned
to vomit. Misty cooed softly, her eyes unfocused. "Oh shit, shit!" Brock
yelled, running up to see her. Ash was too busy vomiting to do anything,
so Brock quickly retreived the chair to position Misty. "Don't move," He
warned an already catatonic Misty. "What possesed her..?" Ash questioned
as Brock called for help. Ash had no idea what could lead to such an
action, but Brock knew. Sometimes, some people just need a release...
those people are willing to do about anything for that release.
He could only wonder however, had Misty found her final
release...?