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Chapter 1
In the middle of a clearing at the base of Mt. Coronet, Will was busy training his pokemon for their upcoming gym battle in Snowpoint city. As the evening approached, those rays of the sun that could still reach over the mountain cast long shadows as Will's sandslash and nidoking faced off.
"Go Sandslash, use rollout! Nidoking, counter it with iron tail!" With a cry, the sandslash tightly rolled itself into a ball, and spun towards the nidoking. The nidoking's tail glowed white and took on sheen like metal as he swung it at the approaching sandslash.
The two attacks colliding with a crash, sending the sandslash flying back into a tree, and forcing the nidoking to spin on the spot. The sandslash uncurled itself and stood up, relatively unharmed from both impacts, thanks to its hardened scales. The nidoking took a step to balance itself from the slight dizzy spell, but also remained unharmed.
"That was great you two. I think that'll be enough training for now. Return." Twin beams of red light recalled the two pokemon back into their respective pokeballs. Securing them on his belt, will headed to their campsite, situated a little farther from the mountain.
As he made his way, a flash of movement and light caught the corner of his eye. Turning to find the source, nothing in the background of the nearby grass, trees and looming mountain immediately jumped out as the cause. Looking about carefully, he dismissed it as a tree's branch blocking the sun for a moment. He turned back to his walk, as another flash was seen, this one seen more clearly.
He turned again, this time seeing a pokemon standing there. Positioned just outside of the nearest copse of trees stood a ponyta. Ponyta weren't uncommon in these parts of Sinnoh, but this particular ponyta was odd. Its mane and tail, normally the color of a bright flame, were a sharp blue, giving off an eerie glow in the fading light of the sun as evening turned to dusk. It was one of the most beautiful pokemon Will had ever seen, and he knew immediately that he had to catch it. Reaching for his pokeballs, he pulled out sandslash's ball and a spare.
"Go Sandslash, use swift!" Following a beam of white light, sandslash appeared and immediately shot out a stream of spinning stars. The ponyta dodged the attack in a flowing movement, which took Will's breath away.
"Sandslash use dig!" The sandslash tore into the ground with his sharp claws, as a fire spin shot past where it stood moments ago. Although its fur was a sharp blue, the fire was still a blazing red, and very hot.
Sandslash erupted from the ground, only to the miss the ponyta as it jumped into the air, hanging there for a few moments, its mane and tail making it glow, before coming back down and delivering a powerful stomp attack to the sandslash's back. Protected against the worst of injuries by its hard scales, the sandslash countered with a slash attack to the ponyta's exposed flanks, on command from Will.
The ponyta's legs weakened for a second, before it straightened and sprung away from the sandslash, shooting another fire spin. Sandslash dove underground again. This time coming up farther to the side of ponyta.
"Sandslash, hypnosis!" Will's sandslash was unique in knowing this technique. Its eyes began to glow an eerie color, and watching it, the ponyta became sleeping, its eyelids drooping. Without a moment's hesitation Will threw his spare pokeball.
The ball arced through the air, hitting the ponyta in the head. Shooting out a beam of light, the ponyta was pulled into it. It landed on the ground, light blinking and wobbling as the ponyta fought it and the hypnosis. Will held his breath until finally the ball settled, the light stopped flashing with a satisfied ding. Will rushed over and scooped up the pokeball containing his new ponyta. He recalled his sandslash with thanks, and hurried back to camp.
Will's camp consisted of his sleeping bag unrolled on the ground, sitting next to, was his backpack. He had made a fire pit with the help of his sandslash, and currently keeping the fire going was his magmar. He thanked magmar for his work and returned him to his pokeball. He pulled out the pokeball containing his newly captured shining ponyta. On his way back he had remembered something professor Oak had mentioned. There was a chance, albeit incredibly slim, that a pokemon could be born with a slight difference in color or appearance. They were known as shining pokemon, but they were so rare that no one, not even professor Oak, knew what the variation in appearance meant to the pokemon.
He called forth the ponyta, who had awoken at some point inside the pokeball and now stood before him in all its beauty. Once again the sight took Will's breath away. Now that dusk had fallen to night, the ponyta was only lit by the flames of the fire, and its own unique blue fur. It took him a couple minutes before Will remembered why he had called the ponyta out. He went into his bag and out from one of its many pockets he pulled a super potion. The slash attack his sandslash had delivered to the ponyta's side had swollen.
He slowly approached the ponyta with the potion, not wanting to startle it, but it just stood there watching him in all its regal beauty. He ran his hand gently along its side to keep from startling it. It just seemed like he had to treat it gently, like fine china. Too much pressure and it'd disappear. He sprayed the super potion on the bruise, and the ponyta merely shifted a hoof at the sting, but made no other moves, only turning its head slightly so it could keep him in view.
After only seconds, the bruise had already begun to shrink. Will continued to pet the ponyta's side, before going back to his backpack and putting the empty super potion bottle away. He turned back to the ponyta, still watching him.
"Would you like to go back into your pokeball, or stay out here tonight?" He asked it, already guessing the answer.
With a quick "Pony!" it lowered itself to its knees beside the fire pit and lowered its head to rest on the warmed ground.
Will shook his head with a laugh as he got himself ready for bed. This consisted all of taking off his shoes and pants before getting into his sleeping bag. Before he dozed off, he noticed that the ponyta was still watching him.
Will's dreams were confusing to say the least. It mostly consisted of splashes of red and blue waves over taking each other, with a low hum in the background. As it went on, the red waves turned to a dark orange, being pushed farther back by the blue waves. It changed again into a lighter orange, before all that was left were the blue waves. Having watched this seemingly useless contest of color; Will began to feel hot. As if he was slowly walking into an oven at full blast. Finally the heat became too much in his dream, and he woke up, sweating buckets into his, now sodden, sleeping bag.
A quick look around re-orientated Will and showed him the cause of the sudden heat wave. He was sitting up in his sleeping bag in his camp. The fire had gone out, and in the search more heat, the shiny ponyta had moved over and lain down next to Will. His sudden shift had caused it to shift slightly and give a soft cry in its sleep.
Will lay down again, pulling his sleeping bag up, and turned to face the ponyta's back. He brought his left hand over and slowly stroked its side. The ponyta made a contented noise under its breath as it continued to sleep.
The motion of the petting, and the beating of the ponyta's heart so close to him, calmed Will down and he began to doze off again, still petting the ponyta, his hand moving subconsciously lower on its body. As his breath slowed to that of a sleeper, a sudden gust of cold wind shocked him awake again.
The ponyta had awoken and stood up, the wind having passed beneath its legs. It was looking at will with a fire in its eyes to rival that of the blue flames of its mane. Will sat up in his sleeping bag, wondering what had gotten into the ponyta, and if he would ever get back to sleep. The ponyta turned around to face away from him, and that was when he saw it.
This shiny ponyta was female. He could see her pussy lips were swollen and parted slightly, a bit of juices dripping out. Will looked down at his left hand, and saw similar juices on a couple of his fingers. In his half sleep, his hand had travelled back over the ponyta's rump and played with her pussy.
With a sharp neigh and a shake of her rump, Will quickly put two and two together and brought his hand back up to her pussy. He gently rubbed the outer lips, as a bit more of her juices flowed out. He scooped up some of the juices, and brought them to his mouth. It tasted incredibly sweet and was still warm. Will used his fingers to spread the lips apart, releasing more of her sweet nectar. He used his tongue to collect the escaped juice before plunging it into the ponyta's moist pussy. His cock had since hardened and was making a noticeable tent in his underwear.
Slated by her juices, Will stood and took off his shirt and underwear, his cock springing up in its excitement. The ponyta whinnied in excitement as she felt Will place his hands on her hips. With a lust filled lunge, Will hilted his cock, in one shot, inside the shiny ponyta's hot, tight and moist pussy. Will groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure, while ponyta neighed in pure pleasure. Her pussy became hotter and hotter the farther in he pushed, nearly scalding the head of his penis, but it all added to the intense pleasure rising in him. As he began to move with some semblance of a rhythm, Will had to fight the tightening of the ponyta's pussy around his cock, trying to hold it in place. The deluge of her juices helped him by lubricating the hot tunnel.
Will's strokes became long hard strokes, and the feeling of it caused the ponyta's front legs to buckle bringing her to her knees, with her ass in the air still taking Will's long thrusts. Will was having trouble trying to keep up the effort. He wanted to slow down, and catch a breath so he didn't blow inside the ponyta's tightening tunnel, but with the increases of juices and the expression on the lust filled pokemon, he didn't think that it would be a wise idea to stop.
Holding it for as long as he could, Will switched from using long hard thrusts, to shorter, quicker thrusts. It didn't look like he had to wait long as the ponyta's breathing shortened and small spurts of flame escaped her panting mouth. The sudden change in rhythm threw the ponyta over the edge, and she cried in orgasm as a small torrent of flame shot from her mouth while, simultaneously, a flood of heated juices pushed past Will's still thrusting penis and splashed against their respective crotches. The tightening of the soft tunnel and the increase in temperature caused Will to lose control and after a couple of spastic thrusts he shot off inside the ponyta's accepting space with a cry to rival hers.
They lay on the ground side by side, shifted away from the mess of combined juices on Will's sleeping bag. He didn't mind since the warm side of ponyta, covered in soft fur, was plenty to keep away the night's chill and prevent the freezing of the sweat on his body from the workout. It wasn't long before he had fallen asleep again and his confusing dreams were replaced with simple and more pleasant ones.
A breeze woke up Will from his sweet dreams. The combination of the breeze and no resistance on either side of him caused him to look around in confusion. Ponyta was no where to be seen. Before panic could set in he looked around until he found her pokeball and opened it. The pokeball was empty. Sometime before he woke up, she had left. That shiny ponyta, so majestic in its rare colors had given Will a magical night before disappearing. He sighed in regret at such a loss, but cheered himself up by remembering their night together.
He set about getting dressed and cleaning up his campsite before leaving the field, hoping someday to see the ponyta again.Chapter End Notes:If you're wondering, the Will in this story is the same Will in 'A new adventure for some.' The pokemon he has are the one's he had before the events of that story
"Go Sandslash, use rollout! Nidoking, counter it with iron tail!" With a cry, the sandslash tightly rolled itself into a ball, and spun towards the nidoking. The nidoking's tail glowed white and took on sheen like metal as he swung it at the approaching sandslash.
The two attacks colliding with a crash, sending the sandslash flying back into a tree, and forcing the nidoking to spin on the spot. The sandslash uncurled itself and stood up, relatively unharmed from both impacts, thanks to its hardened scales. The nidoking took a step to balance itself from the slight dizzy spell, but also remained unharmed.
"That was great you two. I think that'll be enough training for now. Return." Twin beams of red light recalled the two pokemon back into their respective pokeballs. Securing them on his belt, will headed to their campsite, situated a little farther from the mountain.
As he made his way, a flash of movement and light caught the corner of his eye. Turning to find the source, nothing in the background of the nearby grass, trees and looming mountain immediately jumped out as the cause. Looking about carefully, he dismissed it as a tree's branch blocking the sun for a moment. He turned back to his walk, as another flash was seen, this one seen more clearly.
He turned again, this time seeing a pokemon standing there. Positioned just outside of the nearest copse of trees stood a ponyta. Ponyta weren't uncommon in these parts of Sinnoh, but this particular ponyta was odd. Its mane and tail, normally the color of a bright flame, were a sharp blue, giving off an eerie glow in the fading light of the sun as evening turned to dusk. It was one of the most beautiful pokemon Will had ever seen, and he knew immediately that he had to catch it. Reaching for his pokeballs, he pulled out sandslash's ball and a spare.
"Go Sandslash, use swift!" Following a beam of white light, sandslash appeared and immediately shot out a stream of spinning stars. The ponyta dodged the attack in a flowing movement, which took Will's breath away.
"Sandslash use dig!" The sandslash tore into the ground with his sharp claws, as a fire spin shot past where it stood moments ago. Although its fur was a sharp blue, the fire was still a blazing red, and very hot.
Sandslash erupted from the ground, only to the miss the ponyta as it jumped into the air, hanging there for a few moments, its mane and tail making it glow, before coming back down and delivering a powerful stomp attack to the sandslash's back. Protected against the worst of injuries by its hard scales, the sandslash countered with a slash attack to the ponyta's exposed flanks, on command from Will.
The ponyta's legs weakened for a second, before it straightened and sprung away from the sandslash, shooting another fire spin. Sandslash dove underground again. This time coming up farther to the side of ponyta.
"Sandslash, hypnosis!" Will's sandslash was unique in knowing this technique. Its eyes began to glow an eerie color, and watching it, the ponyta became sleeping, its eyelids drooping. Without a moment's hesitation Will threw his spare pokeball.
The ball arced through the air, hitting the ponyta in the head. Shooting out a beam of light, the ponyta was pulled into it. It landed on the ground, light blinking and wobbling as the ponyta fought it and the hypnosis. Will held his breath until finally the ball settled, the light stopped flashing with a satisfied ding. Will rushed over and scooped up the pokeball containing his new ponyta. He recalled his sandslash with thanks, and hurried back to camp.
Will's camp consisted of his sleeping bag unrolled on the ground, sitting next to, was his backpack. He had made a fire pit with the help of his sandslash, and currently keeping the fire going was his magmar. He thanked magmar for his work and returned him to his pokeball. He pulled out the pokeball containing his newly captured shining ponyta. On his way back he had remembered something professor Oak had mentioned. There was a chance, albeit incredibly slim, that a pokemon could be born with a slight difference in color or appearance. They were known as shining pokemon, but they were so rare that no one, not even professor Oak, knew what the variation in appearance meant to the pokemon.
He called forth the ponyta, who had awoken at some point inside the pokeball and now stood before him in all its beauty. Once again the sight took Will's breath away. Now that dusk had fallen to night, the ponyta was only lit by the flames of the fire, and its own unique blue fur. It took him a couple minutes before Will remembered why he had called the ponyta out. He went into his bag and out from one of its many pockets he pulled a super potion. The slash attack his sandslash had delivered to the ponyta's side had swollen.
He slowly approached the ponyta with the potion, not wanting to startle it, but it just stood there watching him in all its regal beauty. He ran his hand gently along its side to keep from startling it. It just seemed like he had to treat it gently, like fine china. Too much pressure and it'd disappear. He sprayed the super potion on the bruise, and the ponyta merely shifted a hoof at the sting, but made no other moves, only turning its head slightly so it could keep him in view.
After only seconds, the bruise had already begun to shrink. Will continued to pet the ponyta's side, before going back to his backpack and putting the empty super potion bottle away. He turned back to the ponyta, still watching him.
"Would you like to go back into your pokeball, or stay out here tonight?" He asked it, already guessing the answer.
With a quick "Pony!" it lowered itself to its knees beside the fire pit and lowered its head to rest on the warmed ground.
Will shook his head with a laugh as he got himself ready for bed. This consisted all of taking off his shoes and pants before getting into his sleeping bag. Before he dozed off, he noticed that the ponyta was still watching him.
Will's dreams were confusing to say the least. It mostly consisted of splashes of red and blue waves over taking each other, with a low hum in the background. As it went on, the red waves turned to a dark orange, being pushed farther back by the blue waves. It changed again into a lighter orange, before all that was left were the blue waves. Having watched this seemingly useless contest of color; Will began to feel hot. As if he was slowly walking into an oven at full blast. Finally the heat became too much in his dream, and he woke up, sweating buckets into his, now sodden, sleeping bag.
A quick look around re-orientated Will and showed him the cause of the sudden heat wave. He was sitting up in his sleeping bag in his camp. The fire had gone out, and in the search more heat, the shiny ponyta had moved over and lain down next to Will. His sudden shift had caused it to shift slightly and give a soft cry in its sleep.
Will lay down again, pulling his sleeping bag up, and turned to face the ponyta's back. He brought his left hand over and slowly stroked its side. The ponyta made a contented noise under its breath as it continued to sleep.
The motion of the petting, and the beating of the ponyta's heart so close to him, calmed Will down and he began to doze off again, still petting the ponyta, his hand moving subconsciously lower on its body. As his breath slowed to that of a sleeper, a sudden gust of cold wind shocked him awake again.
The ponyta had awoken and stood up, the wind having passed beneath its legs. It was looking at will with a fire in its eyes to rival that of the blue flames of its mane. Will sat up in his sleeping bag, wondering what had gotten into the ponyta, and if he would ever get back to sleep. The ponyta turned around to face away from him, and that was when he saw it.
This shiny ponyta was female. He could see her pussy lips were swollen and parted slightly, a bit of juices dripping out. Will looked down at his left hand, and saw similar juices on a couple of his fingers. In his half sleep, his hand had travelled back over the ponyta's rump and played with her pussy.
With a sharp neigh and a shake of her rump, Will quickly put two and two together and brought his hand back up to her pussy. He gently rubbed the outer lips, as a bit more of her juices flowed out. He scooped up some of the juices, and brought them to his mouth. It tasted incredibly sweet and was still warm. Will used his fingers to spread the lips apart, releasing more of her sweet nectar. He used his tongue to collect the escaped juice before plunging it into the ponyta's moist pussy. His cock had since hardened and was making a noticeable tent in his underwear.
Slated by her juices, Will stood and took off his shirt and underwear, his cock springing up in its excitement. The ponyta whinnied in excitement as she felt Will place his hands on her hips. With a lust filled lunge, Will hilted his cock, in one shot, inside the shiny ponyta's hot, tight and moist pussy. Will groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure, while ponyta neighed in pure pleasure. Her pussy became hotter and hotter the farther in he pushed, nearly scalding the head of his penis, but it all added to the intense pleasure rising in him. As he began to move with some semblance of a rhythm, Will had to fight the tightening of the ponyta's pussy around his cock, trying to hold it in place. The deluge of her juices helped him by lubricating the hot tunnel.
Will's strokes became long hard strokes, and the feeling of it caused the ponyta's front legs to buckle bringing her to her knees, with her ass in the air still taking Will's long thrusts. Will was having trouble trying to keep up the effort. He wanted to slow down, and catch a breath so he didn't blow inside the ponyta's tightening tunnel, but with the increases of juices and the expression on the lust filled pokemon, he didn't think that it would be a wise idea to stop.
Holding it for as long as he could, Will switched from using long hard thrusts, to shorter, quicker thrusts. It didn't look like he had to wait long as the ponyta's breathing shortened and small spurts of flame escaped her panting mouth. The sudden change in rhythm threw the ponyta over the edge, and she cried in orgasm as a small torrent of flame shot from her mouth while, simultaneously, a flood of heated juices pushed past Will's still thrusting penis and splashed against their respective crotches. The tightening of the soft tunnel and the increase in temperature caused Will to lose control and after a couple of spastic thrusts he shot off inside the ponyta's accepting space with a cry to rival hers.
They lay on the ground side by side, shifted away from the mess of combined juices on Will's sleeping bag. He didn't mind since the warm side of ponyta, covered in soft fur, was plenty to keep away the night's chill and prevent the freezing of the sweat on his body from the workout. It wasn't long before he had fallen asleep again and his confusing dreams were replaced with simple and more pleasant ones.
A breeze woke up Will from his sweet dreams. The combination of the breeze and no resistance on either side of him caused him to look around in confusion. Ponyta was no where to be seen. Before panic could set in he looked around until he found her pokeball and opened it. The pokeball was empty. Sometime before he woke up, she had left. That shiny ponyta, so majestic in its rare colors had given Will a magical night before disappearing. He sighed in regret at such a loss, but cheered himself up by remembering their night together.
He set about getting dressed and cleaning up his campsite before leaving the field, hoping someday to see the ponyta again.Chapter End Notes:If you're wondering, the Will in this story is the same Will in 'A new adventure for some.' The pokemon he has are the one's he had before the events of that story