SHK2: Shrew and Cacnea's Night on the Town
In this world of pokemon, pokemon have two forms of living, one which is their original form, but all pokemon have the ability to become anthropomorphic and organize societies. Unfortunately, they are restricted to such areas as this School of Hard Knocks for troubled pokemon. And so, the story continues...
The Untaming of the Shrew
After School
After school, Cacnea & Sandshrew walk back to Larvis Hall, their dormitory on North Campus of the School of Hard Knocks. Cacnea walks in his usual giddy nature while the scaly shrew shuffles timidly down the road. "We should hit the arcade. That will cheer you out."
"Pikachu is sooo mean!!!! Why did she try to shock him?" was all Sandshrew said.
"Come on, that's all you have talked about. How was your poison lab?"
"Well, I kinda got a rise out of seeing Eevee using Toxic in such a sexy manner. You know she is beautiful, but I don't think she will be into me. You know the whole 'I am such a coward' thing."
"I hear she is in love with another pokemon, some absol that has been lurking lately among the Magmas. Besides, relax... I tell you what. Let's go to The Drunken Clamperl. Let's get massively trashed and forget all our problems. You know you wanna..."
"...we are underage," said Sandshrew. "You know we can't drink and I don't want to show up to Franz's counseling session like wasted. He scares me sometimes as thoughts of awful things come to mind if I ever dare cross him... but he is helping though."
"Aww, you are so funny," retorted Cacnea with some sarcasm. "Come to my room, I will make some fake ID's."
"Ok... wait... isn't alcohol bad for water-holding plant pokemon such as you. You could start wilting as if you have been punctured. You could turn brown. You could...you could..."
"For crying out loud, Windslash! "
"SHHHHH!!! I am not allowed to be called by that name."
"You... are ... so ... frigging...retarded!" Cacnea was about to hit the shrew in the face but looked to see him curled up in a ball. "...you are still going to the bar." Cacnea picked up the shrew and ran quickly to their dorm.
The Drunken Clamperl
In a lot of pokemon-ran institutions these days, pokemon generally assume a humanoid form that resembles their wild form in some respects but have a generally more 'human' look such as bipedal movement and human sexual characteristics (like breasts). The various pokemon attraction areas are often humanoid forms only.
"Hello and welcome to The Drunken Clamperl." Sandshrew looks up at the waitress, a young, beautiful Zangoose, as she led them to a table. "Who's that beauty?"
"That's Menkaure. She is very sexy, I agree, but very lethal. She is almost like a big sister to me, except less annoying and can kick my butt from here to Kanto and back."
But Sandshrew didn't care for the negative details, and focused his attention on her figure as she approached with the menu. The fem was about the average height for a Zangoose with a few distinguishing features. Her eyes are naturally emerald like both in color and the way the light reflected off of them. Her eyes however bore a far off look as though she was trapped in the solitude of her silent suffering. She usually smiles but to the close observer who isn't wrapped up in her stunning beauty could see the truth.
"So many tasty things, huh, Sandshrew?" Windslash was roused from his inner thoughts by his friend. "Come on, loosen up and stop being so emo. We are at a bar and Restaurant so get your beer slash grub on!" Cacnea was trying hard to make his friend feel better. The Zangoose came over to their table. "What do you guys want to drink?"
"Abdul in a bottle," said Cacnea. "Here is my ID."
She looks at th te photo then the information on the card. For a moment, her eyes didn't seem so sad and her face lit up, but not necessarily in favor of the cactus. "Well Dr. Jose, this looks authentic... I see that you have gotten rid of excess lamination and look you got a doctorate despite still finishing your certificate in competitiveness. You have gotten quite good at making fake ID's. Oh my God, how could I have been fooled this time?!?!" She started laughing out loud quickly stopping as the weight of other patrons eyes brought down her briefly obnoxious jovial spirit down.
"Just get me the beer," said the cactus pokemon, a scowl on his face. "You just have to rub it in my face when I screw up in my extracurricular activities."
"It's only natural to mock you at times. You are so cute when you are angry...well most of the time. Anyways, calm down, spiny. Your alcohol will come to you. And now Mr. Sandshrew, what can I do ya for?"
He looked at her body and got a good look at her decent sized boobs which drew his attention immediately. They seemed to fit her athletic figure just perfectly, quite a pawful indeed. "Milk?" he said, entranced. Menkaure's eyes flared and she crush clawed him across the room, knocking him out on the wall. "Humph," she snorted.
"I think that was a little too much, ya know, excessive," said Cacnea.
"Oh, sorry"
"Just get him ice, ok?"
"Watch that tone..."
Sandshrew came to in a couple of minutes after the application of the ice. "That Crush Claw hurts. I am sorry for gawking at your chest, but you are very lovely," said the still dazed shrew with a boldness not seen before. "And get me Sam Adams."
"Okay guys, don't drink too much, and Cacnea, are you here for Mary... cause she is not here." Cacnea looked at her, blushing through his green flesh. "You were never supposed to talk of it." Menkaure merely smiled and got them the two beers.
The Drunken Clamperl- after 10 beers/hour
As minors, they should be more careful of what they do here. Cacnea was entrancing the crowd with his teeter dance making the drunken revelry all the more rowdy. Sandshrew held his legs together, a bright blush on his face as he just barely missed urinating on himself, having consumed too many beers.
"Join in the festivities Sandshrew. You know you wanna!" shouted the Cacnea.
"I am sure aaamm suuure you are having loads just loooooads of fun Cacnea, but I got- I gotta go take a piss," slurred Sandshrew. As a desert creature that didn't need much water coud not possibly hold it any longer. He staggered and bumped into many tables on his way to the bathroom, just barely being able to see things. However it did allow the alcohol to pass through the system quickly due to his sweat pores and his amazing liver.
"Where are the urinals?" said Sandshrew. He looked up and down the strangely floral looking bathroom. Not a single urinal or peeing wall in sight. He really needed to pee. "I will have to settle for a stall..." As he sat in the stall, he noticed a woman's magazine above the tissue. "Oh, crap. I am in the women's bathroom." He rushed to the door only to hear incoming footsteps. "Damn, I gotta hide..." Still somewhat drunk, he meandered his way into the janitor's closet and closed the door just as the bathroom door opened.
The pokemon that entered were the Marowak and Azumarill that were behind the bar earlier. The two were having a conversation on random things, but strange nuances drew Sandshrew into eavesdropping..
"Oh, that Cacnea is so crazy, but so I dunno... offbeat," said the Azumarill.
"I would prefer the cock of that Sandshrew in me," said the Marowak.
"Oh Mary, you and your fetishes. I wonder what your mother would say about what we do?" The marowak looked at the azumarill, hurt and angry. "I am so sorry, Mary. I forget that she is with you through her memories and her skull... let's kiss and make up, mistress."
Mary picked up her big bone and began to stroke the Azumarrill's labia with the smooth end of her bone. The blue mouse moaned and whimpered as she felt herself getting wet and flushing with heat. "Shove it in, shove it real deep," thought the peeking Sandshrew. His dirty wish was granted as Azumarrill gasped and locked Mary into a long kiss, tongues investigating every nook and cranny of the mouth." Azumarrill brought her tail to Mary's wet pussy and felt around for her clit, now hardened. The touch of the tail on her clit was almost too much for Mary to bear. The love making continued as Sandshrew began to get an erection in the janitor's closet and began to stroke himself rapidly, but taking care not to make any noises. He grunted quietly so that it was inaudible in the closet.
The love-making continued for some more time, Azumarrill and Marowak groaning and gasping in pleasure, clits hardened, nipples hard, and the scene was perfect for the peeping shrew. That was until another pokemon entered the room. "Mary??? I thought you were off today?" cried the voice.
"Menkaure! It isn't what it looks like..." cried the embarrassed Marowak.
"I always knew you were bi," said Menkaure with a smirk. But that smirk sooned disappeared as she continued to talk. "And yet, you rope along Cacnea, who is outside still wondering where you are." With that, Menkaure left the room and went back to her rounds.
"I gotta get out of here before someone discovers me," thought sandshrew. Outside the door, he heard a trash can tip over. "Go get the broom out of the closet ," said Mary. Sandshrew panicked, looking for something to hide behind but it was too late as Azumarrill opened the closet and saw his member still erect (it had prevented him for rolling up and being able to hide.)
"Well, well, we had a spy. What should we do to him, Mary?"
"I will take care of him myself." With that, Sandshrew felt a sharp pain in his head as he was knocked out.
Back outside
Outside, Menkaure watched Cacnea, and wondered why he lived his life this way.
She had known him through his trainer about two years ago in the Mossdeep City Rocket Training Center. Menkaure's trainer was a blonde who was quite cruel to pokemon other than her own. It was her hope back then that despite the money, her trainer Cassidy would quit Team Rocket and move on in her life from this juvenile crime syndicate life. At the same time, she liked the intense way her trainer trained her. One day, two other rockets came to Mossdeep looking for another loan. One of them was a red-head by the name of Jessie and she came with a flamboyant James and an incredibly talkative Meowth. She remembered the arguments that escalated into a full-fledged battle between her and my trainer, Cassidy. Her memories began to flood her mind.
"Hey little lady, you look like you got some story to tell... o spit it out already. You always got some interesting story to tell." One of the patrons she was attending took notice of her sad disposition as usual and every so often, she found herself telling the story to patrons sober enough to realize that something was bothering her but too inebriated to truly care and so she would tell the story.
"...of course, my trainer was ready to destroy anything in her path. What I didn't expect was a Seviper. I mean, I disposed of it easily, but that was probably the worst mistake of my life. Two weeks later, the embarrassed Jessie sought revenge against my trainer assaulting Cassidy on the beach in the middle of a storm. The surge pulled them out to sea where they drowned. All of their pokeballs were smashed and we were set free..."
Zangoose's memories became so fresh in her memory, bringing back shudders of what happened after that.
"I went back to this school to help Mary with her pub, The Drunken Clamperl. I had been here last when I struggled with my ability to balance on my feet due to a previous incident involving Seviper. Anyway, so I found myself back here. My little Jose has a much scarier tale, because his life is wasting away and he doesn't know it. You see, he was James's pokemon. But after hearing about Jessie's death, James went into a depression he was doomed never to come out of. James wasted away in a matter of months, due to severe illness. His three pokemon, Meowth, Cacnea, and Chimecho were left without a master and a place to go. Chimecho eventually recovered, but Meowth and Cacnea went into a depression of their own. Giovanni sent them here to cope with their emotions while training. I haven't seen Meowth in a while, but he showed this same kind of false happiness that Cacnea shows all the time." The drunkards are listening intently, failing to notice the dry tear she sheds looking at the same Cacnea drowning herself in the usual debauchery... and we are both stuck in the Rocket business with some jerk boss who doesn't know about my berry-making job here."
She went on and on for a good thirty minutes before she realized that all the drunkards' interests were elsewhere.
In some backroom...
Sanshrew woke up from his blackout and saw his erection was still going strong, even after being out for ten minutes. He tried to get up, but noticed he was harnessed down to the sofa... "the sofa!!! What's going on" thought Sandshrew. "Damn these ropes..." Mar then strolled into the room strutting sexily trying to make Sandshrew more comfortable in his predicament, but Sandshrew only turned away in disgust.
"You know what, fuck the foreplay!!!" said the Marowak. "You have no choice here, anyway." She then lowered her needy cunt on his fully erect member and started the piston like motions, moving her body up and down on his member. Sandshrew could only try to stifle his pleasure that slowly engulfed his body. This continued for another minute or so of Sandshrew trying desperately to ignore the feeling of pleasure as he watched the bouncing boobs and looked at her facial expression of pleasure until the tightening of her vagina ended his resolve. Sandshrew's instinct took control and he began bucking his hips in unison with her humps. Eventually, he broke the bonds and began to take control, forcing his member deeper into her uterus eventually reaching it and raising her to new heights of pleasure. The shrew's balls began to retract into his body. "Oohhh, I am gonna blow."
Unfortunately for Marowak, Sandshrew's primordial mind was already planning on a way to repay her for that bondage. Sandshrew pulled out before he cummed and allowed himself to relax for 15 seconds before overpowering Mary and flipping her on her stomach. Without any consideration for her, he roughly inserted his cock into her ass, stretching her so much that her pleasure was totally replaced with pain. "Please, stop, Sandshrew. It hurts," she said with tears in her eyes, but the unleashed Sandshrew paid no heed. He roughly rammed with a quickening pace as he began to growl loudly. Sandshrew then pulled out and shot cum all over her face, then pistol-whipped her. He sat down and waited for his member to retract.
The cloudiness in his mind finally dissipated. He saw Marowak face down, crying as her butt is in the air. Her butt cheeks were red with the forceful entry. "I...I... I...am, sorry, so sorry, so..." He rose to his feet and stumbled away out of the room. He rolled back into that fetal position and rolled his way through the crowds, leaving a trail of tears as he realized what he had done...
Menkaure followed the trail of tears over to where Sandshrew was, in a corner, crying his eyes out. "Let me take you guys home, I have seen enough. But first, I have to find Cacnea." It didn't take long as Cacnea was seated on the other side of the room, staring outside the window morose, unaware of a very small brown patch under his flower crown. "Let's go home, Menkaure."
Menkaure took them back to Larvis Hall, and took away their fake ID's as well as Cacnea's fake ID supplies. "If I ever see the two of you in that bar again, I am going to kick both of your asses!"She slammed the door shut and quietly whimpered as she left the building.
Postscript
"I take it that you need to discuss something, shrew?"
"Yes, Mister I mean Doctor Franz. I did some awful things last night that I can't settle in my heart... I harmed another person and I allowed myself to curl into the fetal position." Sandshrew watched the glasses-wearing Hypno scratch down some notes on his clipboard then set it to the side.
"Now tell me... what do you think I should do? This isn't a new issue and drinking alcohol with that medication could have been disastrous..."
"I dunno... a different medication?"
"No, no... I have a better idea." Sandshrew started feeling drowsy... everything around him was turning dark. "Phobia sequencing... I can make you face your own fears and maybe it will help you."
The Untaming of the Shrew
After School
After school, Cacnea & Sandshrew walk back to Larvis Hall, their dormitory on North Campus of the School of Hard Knocks. Cacnea walks in his usual giddy nature while the scaly shrew shuffles timidly down the road. "We should hit the arcade. That will cheer you out."
"Pikachu is sooo mean!!!! Why did she try to shock him?" was all Sandshrew said.
"Come on, that's all you have talked about. How was your poison lab?"
"Well, I kinda got a rise out of seeing Eevee using Toxic in such a sexy manner. You know she is beautiful, but I don't think she will be into me. You know the whole 'I am such a coward' thing."
"I hear she is in love with another pokemon, some absol that has been lurking lately among the Magmas. Besides, relax... I tell you what. Let's go to The Drunken Clamperl. Let's get massively trashed and forget all our problems. You know you wanna..."
"...we are underage," said Sandshrew. "You know we can't drink and I don't want to show up to Franz's counseling session like wasted. He scares me sometimes as thoughts of awful things come to mind if I ever dare cross him... but he is helping though."
"Aww, you are so funny," retorted Cacnea with some sarcasm. "Come to my room, I will make some fake ID's."
"Ok... wait... isn't alcohol bad for water-holding plant pokemon such as you. You could start wilting as if you have been punctured. You could turn brown. You could...you could..."
"For crying out loud, Windslash! "
"SHHHHH!!! I am not allowed to be called by that name."
"You... are ... so ... frigging...retarded!" Cacnea was about to hit the shrew in the face but looked to see him curled up in a ball. "...you are still going to the bar." Cacnea picked up the shrew and ran quickly to their dorm.
The Drunken Clamperl
In a lot of pokemon-ran institutions these days, pokemon generally assume a humanoid form that resembles their wild form in some respects but have a generally more 'human' look such as bipedal movement and human sexual characteristics (like breasts). The various pokemon attraction areas are often humanoid forms only.
"Hello and welcome to The Drunken Clamperl." Sandshrew looks up at the waitress, a young, beautiful Zangoose, as she led them to a table. "Who's that beauty?"
"That's Menkaure. She is very sexy, I agree, but very lethal. She is almost like a big sister to me, except less annoying and can kick my butt from here to Kanto and back."
But Sandshrew didn't care for the negative details, and focused his attention on her figure as she approached with the menu. The fem was about the average height for a Zangoose with a few distinguishing features. Her eyes are naturally emerald like both in color and the way the light reflected off of them. Her eyes however bore a far off look as though she was trapped in the solitude of her silent suffering. She usually smiles but to the close observer who isn't wrapped up in her stunning beauty could see the truth.
"So many tasty things, huh, Sandshrew?" Windslash was roused from his inner thoughts by his friend. "Come on, loosen up and stop being so emo. We are at a bar and Restaurant so get your beer slash grub on!" Cacnea was trying hard to make his friend feel better. The Zangoose came over to their table. "What do you guys want to drink?"
"Abdul in a bottle," said Cacnea. "Here is my ID."
She looks at th te photo then the information on the card. For a moment, her eyes didn't seem so sad and her face lit up, but not necessarily in favor of the cactus. "Well Dr. Jose, this looks authentic... I see that you have gotten rid of excess lamination and look you got a doctorate despite still finishing your certificate in competitiveness. You have gotten quite good at making fake ID's. Oh my God, how could I have been fooled this time?!?!" She started laughing out loud quickly stopping as the weight of other patrons eyes brought down her briefly obnoxious jovial spirit down.
"Just get me the beer," said the cactus pokemon, a scowl on his face. "You just have to rub it in my face when I screw up in my extracurricular activities."
"It's only natural to mock you at times. You are so cute when you are angry...well most of the time. Anyways, calm down, spiny. Your alcohol will come to you. And now Mr. Sandshrew, what can I do ya for?"
He looked at her body and got a good look at her decent sized boobs which drew his attention immediately. They seemed to fit her athletic figure just perfectly, quite a pawful indeed. "Milk?" he said, entranced. Menkaure's eyes flared and she crush clawed him across the room, knocking him out on the wall. "Humph," she snorted.
"I think that was a little too much, ya know, excessive," said Cacnea.
"Oh, sorry"
"Just get him ice, ok?"
"Watch that tone..."
Sandshrew came to in a couple of minutes after the application of the ice. "That Crush Claw hurts. I am sorry for gawking at your chest, but you are very lovely," said the still dazed shrew with a boldness not seen before. "And get me Sam Adams."
"Okay guys, don't drink too much, and Cacnea, are you here for Mary... cause she is not here." Cacnea looked at her, blushing through his green flesh. "You were never supposed to talk of it." Menkaure merely smiled and got them the two beers.
The Drunken Clamperl- after 10 beers/hour
As minors, they should be more careful of what they do here. Cacnea was entrancing the crowd with his teeter dance making the drunken revelry all the more rowdy. Sandshrew held his legs together, a bright blush on his face as he just barely missed urinating on himself, having consumed too many beers.
"Join in the festivities Sandshrew. You know you wanna!" shouted the Cacnea.
"I am sure aaamm suuure you are having loads just loooooads of fun Cacnea, but I got- I gotta go take a piss," slurred Sandshrew. As a desert creature that didn't need much water coud not possibly hold it any longer. He staggered and bumped into many tables on his way to the bathroom, just barely being able to see things. However it did allow the alcohol to pass through the system quickly due to his sweat pores and his amazing liver.
"Where are the urinals?" said Sandshrew. He looked up and down the strangely floral looking bathroom. Not a single urinal or peeing wall in sight. He really needed to pee. "I will have to settle for a stall..." As he sat in the stall, he noticed a woman's magazine above the tissue. "Oh, crap. I am in the women's bathroom." He rushed to the door only to hear incoming footsteps. "Damn, I gotta hide..." Still somewhat drunk, he meandered his way into the janitor's closet and closed the door just as the bathroom door opened.
The pokemon that entered were the Marowak and Azumarill that were behind the bar earlier. The two were having a conversation on random things, but strange nuances drew Sandshrew into eavesdropping..
"Oh, that Cacnea is so crazy, but so I dunno... offbeat," said the Azumarill.
"I would prefer the cock of that Sandshrew in me," said the Marowak.
"Oh Mary, you and your fetishes. I wonder what your mother would say about what we do?" The marowak looked at the azumarill, hurt and angry. "I am so sorry, Mary. I forget that she is with you through her memories and her skull... let's kiss and make up, mistress."
Mary picked up her big bone and began to stroke the Azumarrill's labia with the smooth end of her bone. The blue mouse moaned and whimpered as she felt herself getting wet and flushing with heat. "Shove it in, shove it real deep," thought the peeking Sandshrew. His dirty wish was granted as Azumarrill gasped and locked Mary into a long kiss, tongues investigating every nook and cranny of the mouth." Azumarrill brought her tail to Mary's wet pussy and felt around for her clit, now hardened. The touch of the tail on her clit was almost too much for Mary to bear. The love making continued as Sandshrew began to get an erection in the janitor's closet and began to stroke himself rapidly, but taking care not to make any noises. He grunted quietly so that it was inaudible in the closet.
The love-making continued for some more time, Azumarrill and Marowak groaning and gasping in pleasure, clits hardened, nipples hard, and the scene was perfect for the peeping shrew. That was until another pokemon entered the room. "Mary??? I thought you were off today?" cried the voice.
"Menkaure! It isn't what it looks like..." cried the embarrassed Marowak.
"I always knew you were bi," said Menkaure with a smirk. But that smirk sooned disappeared as she continued to talk. "And yet, you rope along Cacnea, who is outside still wondering where you are." With that, Menkaure left the room and went back to her rounds.
"I gotta get out of here before someone discovers me," thought sandshrew. Outside the door, he heard a trash can tip over. "Go get the broom out of the closet ," said Mary. Sandshrew panicked, looking for something to hide behind but it was too late as Azumarrill opened the closet and saw his member still erect (it had prevented him for rolling up and being able to hide.)
"Well, well, we had a spy. What should we do to him, Mary?"
"I will take care of him myself." With that, Sandshrew felt a sharp pain in his head as he was knocked out.
Back outside
Outside, Menkaure watched Cacnea, and wondered why he lived his life this way.
She had known him through his trainer about two years ago in the Mossdeep City Rocket Training Center. Menkaure's trainer was a blonde who was quite cruel to pokemon other than her own. It was her hope back then that despite the money, her trainer Cassidy would quit Team Rocket and move on in her life from this juvenile crime syndicate life. At the same time, she liked the intense way her trainer trained her. One day, two other rockets came to Mossdeep looking for another loan. One of them was a red-head by the name of Jessie and she came with a flamboyant James and an incredibly talkative Meowth. She remembered the arguments that escalated into a full-fledged battle between her and my trainer, Cassidy. Her memories began to flood her mind.
"Hey little lady, you look like you got some story to tell... o spit it out already. You always got some interesting story to tell." One of the patrons she was attending took notice of her sad disposition as usual and every so often, she found herself telling the story to patrons sober enough to realize that something was bothering her but too inebriated to truly care and so she would tell the story.
"...of course, my trainer was ready to destroy anything in her path. What I didn't expect was a Seviper. I mean, I disposed of it easily, but that was probably the worst mistake of my life. Two weeks later, the embarrassed Jessie sought revenge against my trainer assaulting Cassidy on the beach in the middle of a storm. The surge pulled them out to sea where they drowned. All of their pokeballs were smashed and we were set free..."
Zangoose's memories became so fresh in her memory, bringing back shudders of what happened after that.
"I went back to this school to help Mary with her pub, The Drunken Clamperl. I had been here last when I struggled with my ability to balance on my feet due to a previous incident involving Seviper. Anyway, so I found myself back here. My little Jose has a much scarier tale, because his life is wasting away and he doesn't know it. You see, he was James's pokemon. But after hearing about Jessie's death, James went into a depression he was doomed never to come out of. James wasted away in a matter of months, due to severe illness. His three pokemon, Meowth, Cacnea, and Chimecho were left without a master and a place to go. Chimecho eventually recovered, but Meowth and Cacnea went into a depression of their own. Giovanni sent them here to cope with their emotions while training. I haven't seen Meowth in a while, but he showed this same kind of false happiness that Cacnea shows all the time." The drunkards are listening intently, failing to notice the dry tear she sheds looking at the same Cacnea drowning herself in the usual debauchery... and we are both stuck in the Rocket business with some jerk boss who doesn't know about my berry-making job here."
She went on and on for a good thirty minutes before she realized that all the drunkards' interests were elsewhere.
In some backroom...
Sanshrew woke up from his blackout and saw his erection was still going strong, even after being out for ten minutes. He tried to get up, but noticed he was harnessed down to the sofa... "the sofa!!! What's going on" thought Sandshrew. "Damn these ropes..." Mar then strolled into the room strutting sexily trying to make Sandshrew more comfortable in his predicament, but Sandshrew only turned away in disgust.
"You know what, fuck the foreplay!!!" said the Marowak. "You have no choice here, anyway." She then lowered her needy cunt on his fully erect member and started the piston like motions, moving her body up and down on his member. Sandshrew could only try to stifle his pleasure that slowly engulfed his body. This continued for another minute or so of Sandshrew trying desperately to ignore the feeling of pleasure as he watched the bouncing boobs and looked at her facial expression of pleasure until the tightening of her vagina ended his resolve. Sandshrew's instinct took control and he began bucking his hips in unison with her humps. Eventually, he broke the bonds and began to take control, forcing his member deeper into her uterus eventually reaching it and raising her to new heights of pleasure. The shrew's balls began to retract into his body. "Oohhh, I am gonna blow."
Unfortunately for Marowak, Sandshrew's primordial mind was already planning on a way to repay her for that bondage. Sandshrew pulled out before he cummed and allowed himself to relax for 15 seconds before overpowering Mary and flipping her on her stomach. Without any consideration for her, he roughly inserted his cock into her ass, stretching her so much that her pleasure was totally replaced with pain. "Please, stop, Sandshrew. It hurts," she said with tears in her eyes, but the unleashed Sandshrew paid no heed. He roughly rammed with a quickening pace as he began to growl loudly. Sandshrew then pulled out and shot cum all over her face, then pistol-whipped her. He sat down and waited for his member to retract.
The cloudiness in his mind finally dissipated. He saw Marowak face down, crying as her butt is in the air. Her butt cheeks were red with the forceful entry. "I...I... I...am, sorry, so sorry, so..." He rose to his feet and stumbled away out of the room. He rolled back into that fetal position and rolled his way through the crowds, leaving a trail of tears as he realized what he had done...
Menkaure followed the trail of tears over to where Sandshrew was, in a corner, crying his eyes out. "Let me take you guys home, I have seen enough. But first, I have to find Cacnea." It didn't take long as Cacnea was seated on the other side of the room, staring outside the window morose, unaware of a very small brown patch under his flower crown. "Let's go home, Menkaure."
Menkaure took them back to Larvis Hall, and took away their fake ID's as well as Cacnea's fake ID supplies. "If I ever see the two of you in that bar again, I am going to kick both of your asses!"She slammed the door shut and quietly whimpered as she left the building.
Postscript
"I take it that you need to discuss something, shrew?"
"Yes, Mister I mean Doctor Franz. I did some awful things last night that I can't settle in my heart... I harmed another person and I allowed myself to curl into the fetal position." Sandshrew watched the glasses-wearing Hypno scratch down some notes on his clipboard then set it to the side.
"Now tell me... what do you think I should do? This isn't a new issue and drinking alcohol with that medication could have been disastrous..."
"I dunno... a different medication?"
"No, no... I have a better idea." Sandshrew started feeling drowsy... everything around him was turning dark. "Phobia sequencing... I can make you face your own fears and maybe it will help you."