Drama
Drama
Pokemon City. A sprawling metropolis whose size was cloaked by its environment so well that not one human on their planet had yet discovered them. Its residents were gratified by this ignorance; it was one of the few places where pokemon could live free of the constant fear of capture and exploitation that many humans practiced. There were, it was well known, a few who called themselves trainers who truly considered themselves friends of pokemon and acted in that way, but they were only the exception to the rule.
Vaporeon was oblivious to this fact as she walked home from classes. Pokemon City was structured much like human cities, including the establishment of a school system and government. Vaporeon was, as pokemon figured it, in the fifth form of the third period. Humans would have called her a college freshman, and pokemon recognized her as a proud member of Rescue Team Xenos. Her mind was specifically on her last class of the day, and the reason why she had been so late returning home despite her mother's constant warnings against walking alone at night.
Her professor in her elective drama class had decreed that they would spend the semester learning about various human plays. While pokemon had playwrights and actors of their own, when it came to literature, humans were by far the more profligate species. The most recent play they had explored had been 'the Tempest,' and Vaporeon's tail still kinked when she recalled the words "Let your indulgence set me free," the last line of the play, being spoken by the actor who was portraying Prospero.
Because she was wrapped in her own thoughts, she didn't notice until too late that she'd gone far past her usual route and had passed beyond the well-lit streets of her neighborhood. She was in a rough part of the city, where she would rarely dream of going even in daylight. She started to look nervously to one side, stopping next to an alley to get her bearings.
It was the wrong decision. A purple hand appeared out of the shadows and grabbed her by the neck. Moments later, the body attached to the hand came into view.
"Hello, little Vaporeon," the ghostly figure cooed at her. Vaporeon, struggling in his ectoplasmic grip, caught sight of his large red eyes. A Gengar. She mewled in terror as her worst nightmares began to unfold in his gaze, until mercifully, he blinked.
"None of that," he growled. "If I knock you out, I won't enjoy your delicious screams." He began to drag her towards an alley, one poisonous arm over her mouth, effectively gagging her. Vaporeon let her gaze dart around the street, desperately hoping to see someone coming, anyone at all, who might save her. Unfortunately, most people were safely at home by now, and those who weren't wouldn't be taking the streets until morning. Gengar had chosen the perfect time for his attack.
"Now then," Gengar began, his earlier good humor returning, "let's see what I've won, shall we?"
The ghost spoke in an accent, much like the one her professor used when reading a play. It sounded stuffy and formal even then, but Gengar made it sound like someone very important speaking to a pet. Vaporeon felt her paws leave the ground as her tail was flipped upward, bringing first her tail hole and then her pussy into the view of her assailant. Gengar exhaled slowly as he examined his captive.
"Beautiful," he hissed. Embarassed, Vaporeon writhed in his grip, trying desperately to cover herself with her paws. Strange... she never felt naked on the street, but Gengar's breath on her most private area seemed to go straight to her nerves. It brought home just how fully she was in his power.
Suddenly, it wasn't just his breath. Gengar stuck out his tongue and covered the area from her belly to her tail easily. The fleshy appendage flexed around Vaporeon's body, and she shivered as she felt it on her groin. His tongue seemed as flexible and dexterous as a hand, caressing her everywhere at once.
"You'll like this," Gengar predicted, glee in his voice. "But don't think you're the only one who's going to get pleasure from this."
Vaporeon wondered what he meant, but only for a moment. After that, a stiff purple shaft came from somewhere below Gengar's waist and hung inches from her muzzle. She flinched at the sight of it, but Gengar's hands twisted her back to face it.
"Lick it," he ordered.
Tearfully, Vaporeon stuck out her tongue and touched the end of his cock. It tasted dry, and cold, quite unlike her experiences with other pokemon. Gengar growled under his breath at the first tentative touch and pinched her leg. As she opened her mouth to shout, he pushed her head down onto the shaft, filling her mouth with his length.
She tried to bite, but met only air. Gengar chuckled, the motion sending ripples down his tongue and drawing an unwilling moan from Vaporeon.
"Not a chance, love," he murmured. "You can't hurt me, I'm a ghost. But you can make me feel good... and you'd better, if you want to leave this alley alive." Those last words were delivered coldly, without a hint of humor or mercy in them. Vaporeon shuddered. A computer might sound more emotional than that.
Tears forming in her eyes in shame, she began to suck. Despite all she could do, her body responded to Gengar's attentions, and she felt betrayed by the biological reaction. She hoped that Gengar wouldn't notice, but in vain.
"I think you're beginning to enjoy this," Gengar murmured, his tone regaining its affable nature.
Vaporeon shook her head in denial. Her body might be enjoying it, but she had never felt so helpless in all her life. Her front paws were aching from dangling downward, and the blood rushing to her head made her see spots in her vision. Still, she sucked as though her life depended on it. It did, after all, as Gengar would no doubt inform her again if she stopped. His ghostly essence brushed irritatingly at the inside of her mouth; like the rest of his body, Gengar's shaft was covered in a fine purple mist that clung to anything it touched.
"Keep your mouth open and lick," Gengar grunted as he approached his peak. Vaporeon did as she was commanded, opening her muzzle and lapping dutifully at his cock. Gengar grunted once more, and came. The green fluid coated her face and splashed into her mouth. She restrained the impulse to spit it out. She suspected he would not be happy about that.
When the last of his gooey green seed had spewed into her open mouth, Gengar set her down, facing away from him. He held tightly onto her tail to keep her from running away.
"Now for the main event," he told her.
Vaporeon stiffened as she felt something prod insistently at her sex. She began to panic. Surely this Gengar didn't mean to...
With one thrust, Gengar buried himself inside her warmth, and she felt the strange sensation of being speared by an extremely solid cloud. She let out a cry of shock as he touched parts of her that (and she winced, even during her humiliation, at the cliche) that she didn't even know she had.
"Solid pokemon feel so strange," Gengar commented. "Squeezing sort of feeling, you know?" His suave accent seemed to have dissipated, leaving behind a much less exotic-sounding voice. He began to pump into her, moving in and out at a steady pace which excited Vaporeon even as the penetration upset her. His tongue caressed her ear-fins, and she shivered at the unexpected intimacy.
Intimacy! She retreated inward, ignoring the sensations from her groin with effort. Somehow, though, his tongue on her ears seemed even more offensive than sex. She wondered briefly why that was, taking refuge in cold logical consideration to avoid thinking about what was happening to her. Vaporeon decided that it was the context. A Vaporeon's fins, both ears and tail, were extremely sensitive organs, used to propel them through the water and sense the changes in current. To lick them was a romantic gesture, while rape... certainly wasn't. The mixture of the two made her sick in a way that the rape itself didn't.
She suddenly realized that Gengar had sped up, and focusing on her thoughts became harder and harder as he continued. Eventually, the pounding in her pussy finally overwhelmed Vaporeon, and with resignation, she surrendered to the feelings welling up from her nether regions, filling her with a pre-orgasmic warmth that she recognized.
Gengar gave one final grunt as he let loose within her. What felt like gallons of his ephemeral seed spilled into her womb. The final degradation sent her over the edge, and she barked in bestial lust as she came hard.
Vaporeon lay panting, paws and tail limp with exertion, as Gengar leaned against a wall and smoked a cigarette, apparently unconcerned about her escape.
"So," her rescue team partner said, as he noticed her reviving. "Same time tomorrow, then?"
"Sorry, Gar, I'm off classes tomorrow. Next Friday?"
"Sure thing, Vap." He smiled at her. "I do so enjoy our little dramas."
Pokemon City. A sprawling metropolis whose size was cloaked by its environment so well that not one human on their planet had yet discovered them. Its residents were gratified by this ignorance; it was one of the few places where pokemon could live free of the constant fear of capture and exploitation that many humans practiced. There were, it was well known, a few who called themselves trainers who truly considered themselves friends of pokemon and acted in that way, but they were only the exception to the rule.
Vaporeon was oblivious to this fact as she walked home from classes. Pokemon City was structured much like human cities, including the establishment of a school system and government. Vaporeon was, as pokemon figured it, in the fifth form of the third period. Humans would have called her a college freshman, and pokemon recognized her as a proud member of Rescue Team Xenos. Her mind was specifically on her last class of the day, and the reason why she had been so late returning home despite her mother's constant warnings against walking alone at night.
Her professor in her elective drama class had decreed that they would spend the semester learning about various human plays. While pokemon had playwrights and actors of their own, when it came to literature, humans were by far the more profligate species. The most recent play they had explored had been 'the Tempest,' and Vaporeon's tail still kinked when she recalled the words "Let your indulgence set me free," the last line of the play, being spoken by the actor who was portraying Prospero.
Because she was wrapped in her own thoughts, she didn't notice until too late that she'd gone far past her usual route and had passed beyond the well-lit streets of her neighborhood. She was in a rough part of the city, where she would rarely dream of going even in daylight. She started to look nervously to one side, stopping next to an alley to get her bearings.
It was the wrong decision. A purple hand appeared out of the shadows and grabbed her by the neck. Moments later, the body attached to the hand came into view.
"Hello, little Vaporeon," the ghostly figure cooed at her. Vaporeon, struggling in his ectoplasmic grip, caught sight of his large red eyes. A Gengar. She mewled in terror as her worst nightmares began to unfold in his gaze, until mercifully, he blinked.
"None of that," he growled. "If I knock you out, I won't enjoy your delicious screams." He began to drag her towards an alley, one poisonous arm over her mouth, effectively gagging her. Vaporeon let her gaze dart around the street, desperately hoping to see someone coming, anyone at all, who might save her. Unfortunately, most people were safely at home by now, and those who weren't wouldn't be taking the streets until morning. Gengar had chosen the perfect time for his attack.
"Now then," Gengar began, his earlier good humor returning, "let's see what I've won, shall we?"
The ghost spoke in an accent, much like the one her professor used when reading a play. It sounded stuffy and formal even then, but Gengar made it sound like someone very important speaking to a pet. Vaporeon felt her paws leave the ground as her tail was flipped upward, bringing first her tail hole and then her pussy into the view of her assailant. Gengar exhaled slowly as he examined his captive.
"Beautiful," he hissed. Embarassed, Vaporeon writhed in his grip, trying desperately to cover herself with her paws. Strange... she never felt naked on the street, but Gengar's breath on her most private area seemed to go straight to her nerves. It brought home just how fully she was in his power.
Suddenly, it wasn't just his breath. Gengar stuck out his tongue and covered the area from her belly to her tail easily. The fleshy appendage flexed around Vaporeon's body, and she shivered as she felt it on her groin. His tongue seemed as flexible and dexterous as a hand, caressing her everywhere at once.
"You'll like this," Gengar predicted, glee in his voice. "But don't think you're the only one who's going to get pleasure from this."
Vaporeon wondered what he meant, but only for a moment. After that, a stiff purple shaft came from somewhere below Gengar's waist and hung inches from her muzzle. She flinched at the sight of it, but Gengar's hands twisted her back to face it.
"Lick it," he ordered.
Tearfully, Vaporeon stuck out her tongue and touched the end of his cock. It tasted dry, and cold, quite unlike her experiences with other pokemon. Gengar growled under his breath at the first tentative touch and pinched her leg. As she opened her mouth to shout, he pushed her head down onto the shaft, filling her mouth with his length.
She tried to bite, but met only air. Gengar chuckled, the motion sending ripples down his tongue and drawing an unwilling moan from Vaporeon.
"Not a chance, love," he murmured. "You can't hurt me, I'm a ghost. But you can make me feel good... and you'd better, if you want to leave this alley alive." Those last words were delivered coldly, without a hint of humor or mercy in them. Vaporeon shuddered. A computer might sound more emotional than that.
Tears forming in her eyes in shame, she began to suck. Despite all she could do, her body responded to Gengar's attentions, and she felt betrayed by the biological reaction. She hoped that Gengar wouldn't notice, but in vain.
"I think you're beginning to enjoy this," Gengar murmured, his tone regaining its affable nature.
Vaporeon shook her head in denial. Her body might be enjoying it, but she had never felt so helpless in all her life. Her front paws were aching from dangling downward, and the blood rushing to her head made her see spots in her vision. Still, she sucked as though her life depended on it. It did, after all, as Gengar would no doubt inform her again if she stopped. His ghostly essence brushed irritatingly at the inside of her mouth; like the rest of his body, Gengar's shaft was covered in a fine purple mist that clung to anything it touched.
"Keep your mouth open and lick," Gengar grunted as he approached his peak. Vaporeon did as she was commanded, opening her muzzle and lapping dutifully at his cock. Gengar grunted once more, and came. The green fluid coated her face and splashed into her mouth. She restrained the impulse to spit it out. She suspected he would not be happy about that.
When the last of his gooey green seed had spewed into her open mouth, Gengar set her down, facing away from him. He held tightly onto her tail to keep her from running away.
"Now for the main event," he told her.
Vaporeon stiffened as she felt something prod insistently at her sex. She began to panic. Surely this Gengar didn't mean to...
With one thrust, Gengar buried himself inside her warmth, and she felt the strange sensation of being speared by an extremely solid cloud. She let out a cry of shock as he touched parts of her that (and she winced, even during her humiliation, at the cliche) that she didn't even know she had.
"Solid pokemon feel so strange," Gengar commented. "Squeezing sort of feeling, you know?" His suave accent seemed to have dissipated, leaving behind a much less exotic-sounding voice. He began to pump into her, moving in and out at a steady pace which excited Vaporeon even as the penetration upset her. His tongue caressed her ear-fins, and she shivered at the unexpected intimacy.
Intimacy! She retreated inward, ignoring the sensations from her groin with effort. Somehow, though, his tongue on her ears seemed even more offensive than sex. She wondered briefly why that was, taking refuge in cold logical consideration to avoid thinking about what was happening to her. Vaporeon decided that it was the context. A Vaporeon's fins, both ears and tail, were extremely sensitive organs, used to propel them through the water and sense the changes in current. To lick them was a romantic gesture, while rape... certainly wasn't. The mixture of the two made her sick in a way that the rape itself didn't.
She suddenly realized that Gengar had sped up, and focusing on her thoughts became harder and harder as he continued. Eventually, the pounding in her pussy finally overwhelmed Vaporeon, and with resignation, she surrendered to the feelings welling up from her nether regions, filling her with a pre-orgasmic warmth that she recognized.
Gengar gave one final grunt as he let loose within her. What felt like gallons of his ephemeral seed spilled into her womb. The final degradation sent her over the edge, and she barked in bestial lust as she came hard.
Vaporeon lay panting, paws and tail limp with exertion, as Gengar leaned against a wall and smoked a cigarette, apparently unconcerned about her escape.
"So," her rescue team partner said, as he noticed her reviving. "Same time tomorrow, then?"
"Sorry, Gar, I'm off classes tomorrow. Next Friday?"
"Sure thing, Vap." He smiled at her. "I do so enjoy our little dramas."