Story Notes:
This is my submission for the first Theme Week.I do not own any of the races used in the story; they are copyrighted the Pokemon Company, Square-Enix, and Viacom.Likewise, I don't own Pokemon, and am unassociated with the companies above. No infringement is intended.
Antisharia
I woke up and yawned loudly in my Wrighttown apartment, making sure not to disturb my wife, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed. I then went to the bathroom and got showered and everything, making sure my lesson plan was in its safe place.
My name is Reginald Vine. I am a human, and professor of interplanar law at Wrighttown University. My wife, Milly, was human... However, she was struck in the arm by a Morph Stone, and was now the Miltank sleeping in my bed soundly. That was three years ago, and since Wrighttown had only recently passed laws negating antibestiality statutes with respect to people like myself and my wife, we were three years lonely, despite being hubby and wife.
I grabbed my lesson plan and set out for the university.
I walked into the hall, right on time, and looked at everyone in the class. Twelve humans, three Raichumen, six Viera, five Nu Mou, four Luna's-Avvies, and three Lenny were sitting there, waiting none-too-patiently for my lecture to start. I had a class of goof-offs, and rode herd on them, keeping a wand of Fireball in my podium for whenever they misbehaved.
"Alright, welcome," I said. "Last time we left off, we were talking about interplanar trade agreements."
"Yeah, such as your dick in your wife's pussy!" shouted a Viera. The crowd laughed at her comment. It was no secret I was an Earthling and my wife a Crandonian.
"I haven't been laid for three years, but that's beside the point," I stated. "Now, today we're going to talk about different types of law. Could someone give me an example of a few laws?"
One of the Raichumen shouted, "Sharia!"
"Islamic law, correct," I said. The chalkboard behind me was enchanted to add words whenever I said the word "correct", and added sharia (Islamic law) to the board. "Could someone give me another law?"
"The law of my foot up Mahatma's feathery arse!" came another one, a xenophobe human. The Lenny that was insulted threw what appeared to be a hardback copy of The Homoerotic Adventures of Fox McCloud at the heckler.
"Enough!" I roared, pulling the wand out. "Next off-topic remark gets second-degree burns!"
The class shut up.
"Alright. Now, back on topic..."
"Constitutional law, such as that practiced on the Animal Isles," stated a Luna's-Avvy.
"Constitutional law, correct." The board put "constitution" up.
Just then, a voice with an Arabic accent came over the intercom.
"We have this school hostage. Do not try to escape; you will be shot. This school is ours in the name of Allah!"
The class panicked. The Raichumen were particularly nervous, electricity crackling from their half-human cheeks.
I got to the class phone and dialed out to home. This was certain to wake my dairy-cow of a wife up.
"Hello," came her melodic voice.
"It's Reggie. Turn on the TV and tell me whet you see."
After a few moments, she replied, "You're being held hostage?!"
"Yes," I stated. "By whom, I don't know."
"It says here the school is being occupied by members of the Crandonian Al-Q'aida."
Al-Q'aida had branched out its operations and had subsections on all three planes of the Trinity. The Crandonian one was by far the youngest, three years younger than its Neopian counterpart.
"Thank you. Are the cops en route?"
"The SWAT team is."
"Alright. I need to calm my students down; I'll hopefully see you later. Bye." I hung up and turned to my students. "SIT DOWN!"
The SWAT team arrived, armed with firearms from both Earth and Crandon. The hostage takers, a bunch of young Lucario, Bangaa, and humans, were surprised by the show of force and quickly surrendered after five of their number were killed. The remaining twelve were taken into custody later that day, and I had learned that they had carried out their threat when another class that panicked tried to storm out the front door. Twenty-three of the thirty in that class were dead. The living twelve now faced charges of terrorism, murder, and religious zealotry, a felony offense in Wrighttown.
I staggered through the front door and collapsed onto the bed, taking my shirt and suit off to cool down. Milly was in the kitchen, milking herself into a milk carton. She saw me and dropped the milk.
"Honey!" she said, charging forward and falling onto me. She outweighed me by about two hundred pounds, and got off when I started to choke. "Sorry."
"No, it's alright," I said, taking one of her teats and suckling milk from it. I usually did this to calm down. After I drank my fill, I sat on the bed. She joined me.
"You know, there's something we haven't been able to do until recently," I said.
"What?" she asked.
"Fuck," I stated. I removed my boxers, showing a nice boner.
"But," she stated, "Are you sure this is alright?"
"So long as nobody cares," I said.
Milly got the hint and stood up on all fours, lifting her small tail.
"Just promise me this, Milly. I want a kid."
"You'll get one when I next come into season," she said gratefully.
With that, I approached her backside and gently fingered her clit, causing her to give a surprised moo. I continued to tease her clit while I licked inside her pussy. It tasted a bit tangy, unlike her sweet-tasting milk. She mooed and moaned in equal measure until she came, splashing her fluids all over my face.
"Now for the main course," I said. For the first time in over three years, I gently inserted myself into Milly. Milly was prepared for this and gave a moan, as if encouraging me to continue. I did, gently pushing myself in as she looked around the room, as if looking for a hidden camera. Her pussy seemed to be made for slightly larger cock, so I didn't feel as much. She shifted her weight as I went a bit harder, causing her moans and moos to become louder. She soon climaxed again, her pussy convulsing around my cock. This gave me the friction needed for me to cum with a howl, sending human seed into Miltank soil. I fell back to the bed after my climax, and Milly joined me.
"I forgot how good that felt," she said, kissing me. I gently patted her head and udder.
Fin