Epilogue: Daddy's Thoughts On What Happened
Well, it happened. I never thought it would be possible to find a girl who was similar to me and learn to love her. I had always felt that I would be living alone for the rest of my life. Then she came. Ah, her, with her red coat and white stomach. I had always felt that I was overly obsessed with my idea that Pokemon were real but the day I found her alone and dying in the woods was the day that changed my life. I had found someone to shelter and protect. She was an animal, but wonder of wonders, she accepted me! I never thought it would be possible. I had found love, or at least I thought I had.
The next day she told me of her past life and how she had come to be at my doorstep. I had figured that she was different from the rest of her little group, because she had come alone. But, when she told me of someone known as Puixlv, I knew that things were about to go sour. She explained that after a "mating ceremony" in her family she was attacked and fled for her life. That was when she had collapsed in front of my cabin. She seemed afraid of this "head male" and I took care not to mention much of him around her. She seemed to be starting to trust me, but the next day...
She was attacked. We had stepped outside of the cabin and she left to be alone for a minute while I stood guard with my knife. I heard her scream and when I got behind the bush she was alone behind; I saw what must have been Puixlv staring at her and closing in slowly. I attacked him and came out victorious, sending him away only after punishing him for trying to take my girl from me, body and soul. The encounter had left her shocked, tormented and even less trusting of the outdoors or being alone. But, what she still managed to surprise me.
She left me. I didn't know why, but that day I dealt with nothing but the feeling of pain. She just got up and left. Was it due to the fact that I had put her into a Pokéball a few days ago? Or was it because I had confessed to her? I had no idea. The night she left I did nothing but stare at the ceiling, questioning myself as to why. I didn't sleep at all that night. I have to admit, while she was gone, my mind was tormented. If I hadn't held on to the notion that she might come back, then I might have been driven back to the point of madness, or possibly even suicide. The following morning I got up, slowly and un-rested, and went to the window, where I sat, watching, waiting, hoping for her to come back to me. "I wasn't that much of a prick to her was I?" That was the only thing running through my mind that day. Then, about mid-afternoon all my waiting paid off. I saw her walking toward the cabin, through the pouring rain, dragging a head in her mouth. I got up, ran to the door, flung it open, knelled down, and told her "welcome home". I embraced her from the side tightly, but not enough for her to struggle. She was stained with blood, smelled of urine, but I could tell she wanted to come back to me. So I took her into the bathroom like I did every night and cleaned her. She was amazingly submissive to me that time. She even sat on my lap without struggling or attempting to defend herself.
After I had finished and brought her into the bedroom, expecting nothing more then sleep from her when she came out with "Daddy, I was raped." I couldn't believe it. I figured something bad would have happened if she went out alone, but what's past is past and there's nothing I can do to change it. She still offered herself to me though. I knew that what had happened couldn't be reversed but oddly I didn't think about her as a cheapened girl because I couldn't have helped her in that situation.
After only four days, my girl wanted me to have all of her. I'll admit the thought had come to me a few times as we were sleeping together, but I never thought it would really happen. I figured that she wasn't sure of what she wanted, so we went real slow leading up to the greatest expression of love that I had ever given followed by the greatest embrace that we had ever had. She enjoyed it, all the time trying to give me pleasure, but I was too focused on her to receive much. Don't get me wrong, it was divinely pleasurable, but it wasn't for me it was for her. She just needs to feel like she has control over something. That's just fine. I've always considered myself willing to submit.
Now, two weeks later, we are still together and still working with the idea that females are not merely sex toys for males. Although we do go with the double M now and again, and we have our little games, we still haven't gone too far into it. But we're both happy with that. She seems calmer now and doesn't seem to scare as easily. She can head outside without fear now. We're happy and we feel that maybe if the time is ever right, a few kits will bless this little cabin of ours in the woods. But even if that never happens, we'll still be the happiest pair on the planet and in the end, that's all that really matters, and that's all I've ever wanted.
The next day she told me of her past life and how she had come to be at my doorstep. I had figured that she was different from the rest of her little group, because she had come alone. But, when she told me of someone known as Puixlv, I knew that things were about to go sour. She explained that after a "mating ceremony" in her family she was attacked and fled for her life. That was when she had collapsed in front of my cabin. She seemed afraid of this "head male" and I took care not to mention much of him around her. She seemed to be starting to trust me, but the next day...
She was attacked. We had stepped outside of the cabin and she left to be alone for a minute while I stood guard with my knife. I heard her scream and when I got behind the bush she was alone behind; I saw what must have been Puixlv staring at her and closing in slowly. I attacked him and came out victorious, sending him away only after punishing him for trying to take my girl from me, body and soul. The encounter had left her shocked, tormented and even less trusting of the outdoors or being alone. But, what she still managed to surprise me.
She left me. I didn't know why, but that day I dealt with nothing but the feeling of pain. She just got up and left. Was it due to the fact that I had put her into a Pokéball a few days ago? Or was it because I had confessed to her? I had no idea. The night she left I did nothing but stare at the ceiling, questioning myself as to why. I didn't sleep at all that night. I have to admit, while she was gone, my mind was tormented. If I hadn't held on to the notion that she might come back, then I might have been driven back to the point of madness, or possibly even suicide. The following morning I got up, slowly and un-rested, and went to the window, where I sat, watching, waiting, hoping for her to come back to me. "I wasn't that much of a prick to her was I?" That was the only thing running through my mind that day. Then, about mid-afternoon all my waiting paid off. I saw her walking toward the cabin, through the pouring rain, dragging a head in her mouth. I got up, ran to the door, flung it open, knelled down, and told her "welcome home". I embraced her from the side tightly, but not enough for her to struggle. She was stained with blood, smelled of urine, but I could tell she wanted to come back to me. So I took her into the bathroom like I did every night and cleaned her. She was amazingly submissive to me that time. She even sat on my lap without struggling or attempting to defend herself.
After I had finished and brought her into the bedroom, expecting nothing more then sleep from her when she came out with "Daddy, I was raped." I couldn't believe it. I figured something bad would have happened if she went out alone, but what's past is past and there's nothing I can do to change it. She still offered herself to me though. I knew that what had happened couldn't be reversed but oddly I didn't think about her as a cheapened girl because I couldn't have helped her in that situation.
After only four days, my girl wanted me to have all of her. I'll admit the thought had come to me a few times as we were sleeping together, but I never thought it would really happen. I figured that she wasn't sure of what she wanted, so we went real slow leading up to the greatest expression of love that I had ever given followed by the greatest embrace that we had ever had. She enjoyed it, all the time trying to give me pleasure, but I was too focused on her to receive much. Don't get me wrong, it was divinely pleasurable, but it wasn't for me it was for her. She just needs to feel like she has control over something. That's just fine. I've always considered myself willing to submit.
Now, two weeks later, we are still together and still working with the idea that females are not merely sex toys for males. Although we do go with the double M now and again, and we have our little games, we still haven't gone too far into it. But we're both happy with that. She seems calmer now and doesn't seem to scare as easily. She can head outside without fear now. We're happy and we feel that maybe if the time is ever right, a few kits will bless this little cabin of ours in the woods. But even if that never happens, we'll still be the happiest pair on the planet and in the end, that's all that really matters, and that's all I've ever wanted.