Story Notes:
The chapters in this story are in no way connected to each other, except for the fact that they are all inspired by song lyrics from "There's a river in the valley made of melting snow", by Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra & Tra-La-La Band, formerly The Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra and Tra-La-La Band, formerly A Silver Mt. Zion (ASMZ) and, at one point, The Silver Mountain Reveries. There will be 36 chapters, with none of them having more than 2000 words. Each will have its own topic, according to the individual titles. Each will have different characters and a different setting, in order to show just how many topics this song deals with. Speaking of which, in case you'd like to listen to it, you can find it on YouTube. I recommend this song; I've been listening to it for about three years now, and it just never gets old. There are so many things that come to my mind when listening to it, so now I'm trying to write them all down. Since the chapters are going to be really short, I think I'll be able to put a new one online every two days or so, depending on how much time I have. I know there are other projects I should be working on, but now I suddenly had this idea and I'd really like to see how it turns out. It's a bit hard to write stories that are so very short and still meaningful, but luckily they don't have to stand on their own, as they are mostly ways to interprete the song they are based on. Well, I hope I'll be able to update as often and as quickly as I am planning to, and I hope you'll enjoy reading and listening to "There's a river in the valley made of melting snow".
...your hips on mine make a choir...
PLEASE NOTE: I do not own Pokémon, and I have to say that I'm kind of proud of it, because the idea of capturing animal-like creatures to make them fight each other is pretty sick, actually. Be this as it may, every species of Pokémon referred to in the following text and everything else that is a part of the Pokémon franchise is the property of their rightful owner, however, the actual story belongs to me. The title belongs to Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra & Tra-La-La Band/ The Silver Mountain Reveries. No copyright infringement is intended.
WARNING: This chapter contains sexual intercourse between one female Flygon and one male Zangoose. If this bothers you in some way, then you might not want to keep on reading. I am not responsible for any kinds of mental damages that this story may or may not cause.
Thank you.
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Have you never heard that there's a river in the valley made of melting snow...?
...your hips on mine make a choir...
It was a warm, sunny day. However, neither Yangard nor Aylin minded that, as they were protected by a gentle, cool shadow cast by the big tree that was standing right behind them. Even if the tree had not been there, they probably would not even have noticed how warm it had become. The Zangoose was sitting in the Flygon's lap, his arms wrapped around her body and his cheek resting on her chest. She, in turn, was tightly holding him embraced, as if she was never going to let go of him again.
Both of them had their eyes closed. Whenever there was a suspicious sound to be heard, the rustling of leaves or a voice in the distance, they would both look up for a moment, just to make sure that nothing dangerous was around, and then close their eyes again. There were probably other Pokémon in the area. There was probably someone somewhere, who expected them to do something. There was probably a world outside from what they could feel as they were just sitting and holding each other.
Neither Aylin nor Yangard cared.
The sun slowly wandered across the sky, and the shadow of their tree went somewhere else. The two Pokémon did not notice any of this. Time passed, and the evening came. Both the ground and the air cooled off, but none of that mattered to the Zangoose and the Flygon. They could still feel each other's warmth. The day ended, and darkness took possession of the world. However, Aylin and Yangard still had their eyes closed, and all they needed was the light they gave to one another.
Eventually, they fell asleep.
The next day began, and they awoke again. Both of them opened their eyes and looked at each other for a long moment, broad, warm smiles standing on their faces. Aylin then leaned back and stuck one of her front paws through a large crack in the big tree's trunk. As she pulled it back out again, she was holding a juicy, red apple. Yangard and Aylin used the trunk to store their food. The crack did not go very deep into the trunk, so the tree was still alive and growing.
The Flygon gave the apple to Yangard, who let go of her in order to take it. He then used his sharp claws to cut it into eight pieces, of which each seemed to have the exact same size. Aylin opened her mouth and the Zangoose carefully placed one of the apple slices inside. She chewed a few times and swallowed, then watched as Yangard ate one of the pieces, too.
After the Zangoose had given four of the apple slices to Aylin and had eaten the other four himself, the Flygon reached inside the tree again and pulled out another apple. The process was repeated, with every single motion being performed very slowly and delicately. All in all, they ate four apples together. Then it seemed to be enough, and Yangard put his arms around Aylin once more and placed his cheek near her shoulder. The Flygon hugged him in return. Both of them closed their eyes and let out a soft, happy sigh.
The morning passed, and the forest lay still. However, Aylin and Yangard were always certain they were hearing something. It might have been each other's heartbeats, or maybe just a low, calm melody, that came from inside and was too vague to be understood. Still, this was more than enough to listen to for both of them. Everything else would have just drowned out this beautiful, soft sound, and so they always kept quiet.
After a while, the sun was standing at its highest point. It seemed to be right above the Zangoose and the Flygon, but this moment, too, went by unnoticed.
The evening came. Yangard and Aylin sat without moving.
Eventually, the night set in. As it slowly became darker, both the Zangoose and the Flygon opened their eyes. Neither the moon nor the stars were visible through the thick canopy right above their heads, but that did not matter to them. All they wanted to look at was each other. All they needed to see was the soft warm glow in the other one's eyes.
Very slowly, their heads moved and they locked lips. They closed their eyes once again as they kissed, listening to the low, beautiful sound deep inside of them, that was now seemingly becoming a bit louder. Aylin grasped the fur on Yangard's back with her front paws as the kiss became deeper and more passionate. Their tongues met inside of the Flygon's mouth, and they instantly began rubbing each other, moving without being controlled by anything other than the true, deep desire to please as much as possible. Yangard was holding Aylin as tightly as he could without hurting her with his long claws. He could feel her tail swaying back and forth excitedly, and his hind legs pressed down on her sides a little while he was rubbing his body along hers, caressing her with his soft fur. Without even noticing it, Aylin spread her hind legs a little further. She was too wound up in kissing the Zangoose, affectionately squeezing his back with her front paws and massaging his tongue with hers in order to pay attention to anything else.
Quite some time went by until their lips parted again. Both of them were breathing a little more heavily than before. They looked deeply into each other's eyes for a moment, talking without saying anything, simply keeping the tender, gentle melody going. Then, Aylin raised her head and gave the Zangoose a slow, sensual lick along his left ear. He purred slightly and kissed her chest in return, to which the Flygon responded with a soft coo. Everything seemed to have gotten warmer, especially in the lower regions of their bodies. Already during the kiss, as Yangard had rubbed himself against her, Aylin had been able to notice that he had gotten an erection. The feeling of his hard penis caressing her lap had further stimulated her own arousal and the more she thought about it, the wetter the area between her legs seemed to become.
Very slowly, she moved one of her front paws from the Zangoose's back in between both of them, and softly pushed it against his chest. Their gazes remained locked as Yangard let her carefully lower him onto the ground. He kept his front paws wrapped around her midsection and his hind legs spread, his hardened penis now standing out in the open. Yangard watched as the Flygon turned her head to get a better view as she positioned her crotch right above his. She then looked back at him and slowly lowered her hindquarters, carefully letting her entrance come in touch with the Zangoose's waiting erection. Yangard could feel how warm and wet she had become, and it made him gasp lowly. Still, he waited patiently for Aylin to get ready.
She gave him a soft lick across his nose and then proceeded to lower her hindquarters onto his. Yangard's hard rod gently spread her walls apart, and they both moaned in unison as it gradually became covered with her juices. The Zangoose pushed his hips upwards a little, and within a short moment, his entire erection had been buried within the Flygon's vagina. They both purred and, for a few seconds, simply enjoyed the feeling of being so very close to one another. Both of them could easily see that the glow in the other one's gaze had become more vigorous, more ardent. Once again their lips met, as they began another deep, passionate kiss, now closing their eyes once more.
Aylin was slowly lifting her hindquarters and then, without any delay, lowering them again to be filled with the Zangoose's stiff, throbbing penis. She wanted to cry out in pleasure each time, but her mouth and her tongue were busy making Yangard feel good, so her blissful moans became translated into forceful, waving motions of her long tail instead. She could feel his tongue rubbing along hers and his warm fur caressing her body all over, combined with the sensation of his erection being pushed into her vagina over and over again. There was simply no way to feel him that would have been more complete, more all-embracing or more beautiful. Nothing was missing. This was a true unification, the physical representation of what both of them had always been feeling so very deep inside of their very souls. It was wondrous, mystical, and more fulfilling that anything else in the world could possibly ever be. However, what made Aylin truly happy was the knowledge that the Zangoose was feeling the same.
Yangard was massaging the Flygon's back, always taking care not to accidentally cut her. He knew how to move and what to do. Her heartbeat told him, the low, beautiful melody told him. It was accompanied by the continuous sounds of Aylin's hips meeting his over and over again, as they were now quickening their pace. The kiss went on, and so did the movement of their hindquarters. The Zangoose felt himself getting closer and closer to the peak of his pleasure, and he knew the same was happening to Aylin. Her entrance seemed to become both wetter and hotter by the second, so Yangard moved his front paws and gently pushed down on the Flygon's hindquarters whenever she would lower them onto his, in order to make sure that his erection went all the way inside each time. He was sensually squeezing her tongue a little with his and pushing his hips up against hers, perfectly matching her rhythm. There was no desire on his mind other than pleasing her. She deserved to be happy, she deserved to feel as good as possible.
Then it happened.
Aylin broke the kiss and reclined her head, letting out a loud, blissful cry, happily noticing somewhere in the back of her head that Yangard joined in. Her heated up walls contracted around the Zangoose's erection, as it began shooting his seed deeply into the Flygon. They were giving each other everything, as they listened to each other's moans of pleasure echoing back from the trees around them. Yangard was tightly holding on to Aylin. Her tail had become stiff, her body had tensed up and she was feeling truly beautiful.
The gentle melody went on as their climax slowly died down. Yangard's penis became limp and slid out of the Flygon's vagina. Aylin felt her muscles relax. They opened their eyes and smiled happily at each other, both of them panting heavily. Aylin then carefully lay down on top of her mate, feeling his front paws caressing her back in an affectionate manner. She gave him a soft lick across his cheek, to which he responded with a kiss on her nose.
They had truly felt each other. It had not been the first time they had done it, but it was and would always be more than just beautiful. Their gazes met, they were looking deeply into each other's eyes again. Tomorrow would be a new day, but they would forever hear the same warm melody. For them, only the other one truly existed. Nothing else was important.
It was true love and thus, it was pure eternity.
(1910 words)
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter End Notes:This ends the seventh chapter. This is the only story that I've uploaded here thus far to have absolutely no dialogue. I wasn't sure if this was going to work, but now I think it has turned out pretty well. If you have anything to say concerning this chapter or the story altogether, please write a review or send an email to [email protected] . Thank you very much for reading, and please be free...
-- Lion vom Silberwal
WARNING: This chapter contains sexual intercourse between one female Flygon and one male Zangoose. If this bothers you in some way, then you might not want to keep on reading. I am not responsible for any kinds of mental damages that this story may or may not cause.
Thank you.
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...your hips on mine make a choir...
It was a warm, sunny day. However, neither Yangard nor Aylin minded that, as they were protected by a gentle, cool shadow cast by the big tree that was standing right behind them. Even if the tree had not been there, they probably would not even have noticed how warm it had become. The Zangoose was sitting in the Flygon's lap, his arms wrapped around her body and his cheek resting on her chest. She, in turn, was tightly holding him embraced, as if she was never going to let go of him again.
Both of them had their eyes closed. Whenever there was a suspicious sound to be heard, the rustling of leaves or a voice in the distance, they would both look up for a moment, just to make sure that nothing dangerous was around, and then close their eyes again. There were probably other Pokémon in the area. There was probably someone somewhere, who expected them to do something. There was probably a world outside from what they could feel as they were just sitting and holding each other.
Neither Aylin nor Yangard cared.
The sun slowly wandered across the sky, and the shadow of their tree went somewhere else. The two Pokémon did not notice any of this. Time passed, and the evening came. Both the ground and the air cooled off, but none of that mattered to the Zangoose and the Flygon. They could still feel each other's warmth. The day ended, and darkness took possession of the world. However, Aylin and Yangard still had their eyes closed, and all they needed was the light they gave to one another.
Eventually, they fell asleep.
The next day began, and they awoke again. Both of them opened their eyes and looked at each other for a long moment, broad, warm smiles standing on their faces. Aylin then leaned back and stuck one of her front paws through a large crack in the big tree's trunk. As she pulled it back out again, she was holding a juicy, red apple. Yangard and Aylin used the trunk to store their food. The crack did not go very deep into the trunk, so the tree was still alive and growing.
The Flygon gave the apple to Yangard, who let go of her in order to take it. He then used his sharp claws to cut it into eight pieces, of which each seemed to have the exact same size. Aylin opened her mouth and the Zangoose carefully placed one of the apple slices inside. She chewed a few times and swallowed, then watched as Yangard ate one of the pieces, too.
After the Zangoose had given four of the apple slices to Aylin and had eaten the other four himself, the Flygon reached inside the tree again and pulled out another apple. The process was repeated, with every single motion being performed very slowly and delicately. All in all, they ate four apples together. Then it seemed to be enough, and Yangard put his arms around Aylin once more and placed his cheek near her shoulder. The Flygon hugged him in return. Both of them closed their eyes and let out a soft, happy sigh.
The morning passed, and the forest lay still. However, Aylin and Yangard were always certain they were hearing something. It might have been each other's heartbeats, or maybe just a low, calm melody, that came from inside and was too vague to be understood. Still, this was more than enough to listen to for both of them. Everything else would have just drowned out this beautiful, soft sound, and so they always kept quiet.
After a while, the sun was standing at its highest point. It seemed to be right above the Zangoose and the Flygon, but this moment, too, went by unnoticed.
The evening came. Yangard and Aylin sat without moving.
Eventually, the night set in. As it slowly became darker, both the Zangoose and the Flygon opened their eyes. Neither the moon nor the stars were visible through the thick canopy right above their heads, but that did not matter to them. All they wanted to look at was each other. All they needed to see was the soft warm glow in the other one's eyes.
Very slowly, their heads moved and they locked lips. They closed their eyes once again as they kissed, listening to the low, beautiful sound deep inside of them, that was now seemingly becoming a bit louder. Aylin grasped the fur on Yangard's back with her front paws as the kiss became deeper and more passionate. Their tongues met inside of the Flygon's mouth, and they instantly began rubbing each other, moving without being controlled by anything other than the true, deep desire to please as much as possible. Yangard was holding Aylin as tightly as he could without hurting her with his long claws. He could feel her tail swaying back and forth excitedly, and his hind legs pressed down on her sides a little while he was rubbing his body along hers, caressing her with his soft fur. Without even noticing it, Aylin spread her hind legs a little further. She was too wound up in kissing the Zangoose, affectionately squeezing his back with her front paws and massaging his tongue with hers in order to pay attention to anything else.
Quite some time went by until their lips parted again. Both of them were breathing a little more heavily than before. They looked deeply into each other's eyes for a moment, talking without saying anything, simply keeping the tender, gentle melody going. Then, Aylin raised her head and gave the Zangoose a slow, sensual lick along his left ear. He purred slightly and kissed her chest in return, to which the Flygon responded with a soft coo. Everything seemed to have gotten warmer, especially in the lower regions of their bodies. Already during the kiss, as Yangard had rubbed himself against her, Aylin had been able to notice that he had gotten an erection. The feeling of his hard penis caressing her lap had further stimulated her own arousal and the more she thought about it, the wetter the area between her legs seemed to become.
Very slowly, she moved one of her front paws from the Zangoose's back in between both of them, and softly pushed it against his chest. Their gazes remained locked as Yangard let her carefully lower him onto the ground. He kept his front paws wrapped around her midsection and his hind legs spread, his hardened penis now standing out in the open. Yangard watched as the Flygon turned her head to get a better view as she positioned her crotch right above his. She then looked back at him and slowly lowered her hindquarters, carefully letting her entrance come in touch with the Zangoose's waiting erection. Yangard could feel how warm and wet she had become, and it made him gasp lowly. Still, he waited patiently for Aylin to get ready.
She gave him a soft lick across his nose and then proceeded to lower her hindquarters onto his. Yangard's hard rod gently spread her walls apart, and they both moaned in unison as it gradually became covered with her juices. The Zangoose pushed his hips upwards a little, and within a short moment, his entire erection had been buried within the Flygon's vagina. They both purred and, for a few seconds, simply enjoyed the feeling of being so very close to one another. Both of them could easily see that the glow in the other one's gaze had become more vigorous, more ardent. Once again their lips met, as they began another deep, passionate kiss, now closing their eyes once more.
Aylin was slowly lifting her hindquarters and then, without any delay, lowering them again to be filled with the Zangoose's stiff, throbbing penis. She wanted to cry out in pleasure each time, but her mouth and her tongue were busy making Yangard feel good, so her blissful moans became translated into forceful, waving motions of her long tail instead. She could feel his tongue rubbing along hers and his warm fur caressing her body all over, combined with the sensation of his erection being pushed into her vagina over and over again. There was simply no way to feel him that would have been more complete, more all-embracing or more beautiful. Nothing was missing. This was a true unification, the physical representation of what both of them had always been feeling so very deep inside of their very souls. It was wondrous, mystical, and more fulfilling that anything else in the world could possibly ever be. However, what made Aylin truly happy was the knowledge that the Zangoose was feeling the same.
Yangard was massaging the Flygon's back, always taking care not to accidentally cut her. He knew how to move and what to do. Her heartbeat told him, the low, beautiful melody told him. It was accompanied by the continuous sounds of Aylin's hips meeting his over and over again, as they were now quickening their pace. The kiss went on, and so did the movement of their hindquarters. The Zangoose felt himself getting closer and closer to the peak of his pleasure, and he knew the same was happening to Aylin. Her entrance seemed to become both wetter and hotter by the second, so Yangard moved his front paws and gently pushed down on the Flygon's hindquarters whenever she would lower them onto his, in order to make sure that his erection went all the way inside each time. He was sensually squeezing her tongue a little with his and pushing his hips up against hers, perfectly matching her rhythm. There was no desire on his mind other than pleasing her. She deserved to be happy, she deserved to feel as good as possible.
Then it happened.
Aylin broke the kiss and reclined her head, letting out a loud, blissful cry, happily noticing somewhere in the back of her head that Yangard joined in. Her heated up walls contracted around the Zangoose's erection, as it began shooting his seed deeply into the Flygon. They were giving each other everything, as they listened to each other's moans of pleasure echoing back from the trees around them. Yangard was tightly holding on to Aylin. Her tail had become stiff, her body had tensed up and she was feeling truly beautiful.
The gentle melody went on as their climax slowly died down. Yangard's penis became limp and slid out of the Flygon's vagina. Aylin felt her muscles relax. They opened their eyes and smiled happily at each other, both of them panting heavily. Aylin then carefully lay down on top of her mate, feeling his front paws caressing her back in an affectionate manner. She gave him a soft lick across his cheek, to which he responded with a kiss on her nose.
They had truly felt each other. It had not been the first time they had done it, but it was and would always be more than just beautiful. Their gazes met, they were looking deeply into each other's eyes again. Tomorrow would be a new day, but they would forever hear the same warm melody. For them, only the other one truly existed. Nothing else was important.
It was true love and thus, it was pure eternity.
(1910 words)
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter End Notes:This ends the seventh chapter. This is the only story that I've uploaded here thus far to have absolutely no dialogue. I wasn't sure if this was going to work, but now I think it has turned out pretty well. If you have anything to say concerning this chapter or the story altogether, please write a review or send an email to [email protected] . Thank you very much for reading, and please be free...
-- Lion vom Silberwal