Story Notes:
Ah yes I'm pretty excited about this one. I tried to emulate the style of my favorite story here on AGNPH. (Pokemon Lover Studios) But that quickly changed as I turned it into my own style, sort of. In order to acheive this story, I read over my four favorite stories a few times to gather information on how they write n' such. (Those four being #1 Pokemon Lover Studios by Sigmaweapon, #2 Lazuli Island by Matt and Pokegirl, #3 Coordination by Yarid, and #4 The Breeder by Vidmaster. None of which have updated in the past forever, I have a theory behind that though. Sigmaweapon was taking a walk and got hit by a car and died. Matt and Pokegirl, who were driving the car, fled to cuba so they wouldnt get arrested, and now they have no internet. Yarid, who was Sigmaweapon's best friend went to tell the police but Vidmaster killed him and now he's in cuba too so he wont get arrested.)Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
White Eyes
Will awoke the next morning feeling strange, he couldn't quite put his finger on it but it was different from the day before.
What is THIS now? It's completely different from yesterday, but I've felt this before. It feels...good, REALLY good! Am I smiling, Oh my God I am! I'm...Oh my God!
"Oh my God, Grovyle!" Will's sudden outburst jerked Grovyle right out of her sleep and up to her feet in a panic.
"Will what's wrong?!" Looking at Will she noticed he had a huge smile on, it kind of scared her. "Are you...feeling alright?"
Will flipped over the back of the couch and ran around the side. "Quick, throw something at me, I wanna dodge it!" Grovyle gave him a vacant stare. "N-never mind, be right back." He turned to run but tripped over his own pant legs and fell flat on face.
"Will!"
"Damn jeans, these aren't made for running. Grovyle be right back, I'm going to the store, I need more pants!" Will's mouth moved a mile a minute. He ran down the hall and much to the dismay of Grovyle, tripped again.
He was silent for a minute straight and Grovyle was as worried as ever. "...Will?"
"Wait a minute, I already have clothes on!" He ran back down the hallway and through the front door, not even bothering to close it as he left.
"Will wait!" She ran to the door, but by the time she made it, Will was long gone. Hesitantly, she closed the door and sat back on the couch. Grovyle had never been more worried in her life. Will had never acted like this before, he was clearly sick or maybe he had been hit on the head, either way he shouldn't have been out by himself, he could get hurt. As worried as Grovyle was, there was nothing else she could do but sit and wait until Will got back. One agonizing hour later, Will burst through the front door, scaring the crap out of Grovyle.
"Look at these pants, they kick ass!" Will no longer had blue jeans on; in their place were thin black pants with four silver stripes running up each side. His hair was wild instead of slicked back and he wore a white T-shirt with the dress shirt unbuttoned but still on. "Like it? I think I look pretty cool. Now all I need is some sunglasses and I'll be set."
"Will stop! You must be sick, why don't you lie down?"
"What are you talking about, I feel great, I feel awesome! "
"...Y-you can understand me?" Will suddenly came back to his senses.
Shit, I can't let her know yet. Not until I figure out...nah she doesn't like me like that. But at least now I can know for sure without her knowing. Then it's settled, I won't tell her...yet. Now all I need is a clever way to throw her off...GOT IT, damn I'm good.
"Oh what am I stupid?" He smacked himself on the forehead. "I forgot to feed you didn't I? Come on, we'll get you something to eat." He slipped his hands into his pockets and made his way to the kitchen, whistling a happy tune the whole way. Slightly relieved but still worried, Grovyle followed. She reluctantly took her seat at the table and stared at Will as he twirled a large wooden spoon in his hand. "Soooooooooo I'm the mood to cook today. What do you want for breakfast, bacon, eggs, steak, pie, spaghetti, lasagna, popcorn, cake, brownies, candy OH how bout some homemade poffins? It's like desert for breakfast!"
At mention of the word "poffin," Grovyle almost completely forgot about Will's "sickness." She absolutely loved Will's poffins, he usually only cooked them as a special treat or on holidays. She smiled wide and nodded vigorously. Her smile was contagious as Will couldn't help but smile and laugh himself. "Alrighty, poffins it is, now all I need is-" Will was interrupted when the phone rang in the living room.
Almost forgot I had a phone, no one ever calls!
"Grovyle do you mind grabbing a pot while I answer that?"
"You bet!"
Grovyle hopped off of her stool and began rummaging through the cabinet on the floor next to the sink. Will casually strolled into living room, whistling yet again. He had a small black wireless phone, he spun it around his hand before bringing it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Will Serif."
"Thaaat's me, and is this?"
"Salem." Will's smile disappeared almost instantly as he went into thinker mode.
There's no way, no way in hell Salem himself would call ANYONE outside of the club, it's way too much of a risk. That is unless-
"The club has taken the liberty of encrypting your phone line while you were away. Rest assured, this call is secure."
"...Kay, then why-"
"Because I have something to tell you and only you. As secure as this line is, the matter at hand is something we must discuss face to face."
"...Can you-"
"No I cannot read your mind."
"I find that hard to believe."
"We can discuss this when we meet, how soon do you think you'll be able to return to the club?"
"Well right now I'm kinda making poffins for my pokemon but this seems just a little bit more importa-"
"Please, resume what you were doing and come at your leisure. I wouldn't want to inconvenience you or your pokemon."
"Oh...well...thanks, I'll be there when I'm done."
"My gardevoir will escort you once you're here. I'll be waiting." After the click and dial tone, Will hung up and stared into space.
Salem...he sounded so...cool. So calm and calculated, like he had nothing to fear. Almost as if he knew what would happen next and he was always ready for it. He's a little scary actually, and I'm about to meet him...wonder what he looks like. Probably-
"Willllll, I found the pot!" Will sighed and smiled.
I've got more important things to worry about. It's poffin time!
Will got a little overexcited and ended cooking 17 batches of poffins, costing him about an hour and a half. He left a tray of them, as well as some pokechow, out for Grovyle when he left. She seemed so wrapped up in the poffins that she barely noticed him leave, which was a good thing as Will didn't want her questioning where he was going. After all, she didn't know he lost his job and he was leaving a little earlier than he normally would.
The half an hour trip from his house to the club seemed so much shorter the second time around. Could've been the fact that the bouncer recognized him and let him right through, or that the train arrived right as he exited the elevator. Either way, Will smiled the whole time. He made sure to keep his mouth closed as he opened the doors leading into the club. The mist covered him as he walked forward and when he made it to the open area that contained the never-ending orgy, he chuckled to himself as he noticed the amount of eyes on him. There were even more than the previous day, but they didn't scare him this time.
Must be the pants, ladies love the pants. Oh well, guess I just wait for my "escort" now.
Will sat down on a nearby couch which he hoped was clean, of course he just assumed with all the money the club made, they could afford to replace these couches everyday, or at least sanitize them. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable, sure enough, not even a minute later, he was approached. Will couldn't exactly see, but standing in front of him was a tyranitar. She was a little smaller than average, but intimidating nonetheless.
"Mind if I sit down?" Her voice betrayed her size; it was soft but blatantly seductive.
"Not at all." He kept his eyes closed and motioned with his hand for her to sit down to his right. Though he couldn't exactly see her, Will could tell she was fairly large due to the small tremor that shook the couch when she sat down.
"I haven't seen you before."
"I'm kind of new to this place." Will didn't even turn his head to her as he talked.
She chuckled lightly. "Then you'll need someone to...show you the ropes." Will didn't flinch as she dragged a claw from his crotch to his chest to his chin, bringing his face to hers. "Why not open those pretty eyes of yours?"
"Well I would, but I have this...condition you see? This kinda lighting is bad for my eyes."
"Aw poor baby, then hows about we go somewhere-"
"I cant, I'm waiting for someone." Will couldn't see her frown and quickly replace it with a grin.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I helped you pass the time."
He sighed. "Sure why n-" There was no time to finish his sentence as the tyranitar brought her lips to his. Somehow, Will managed to keep his eyes closed, but he doubted he would've seen that coming even with them open. It barely took the tyranitar a second get on top of him. She sat chest to chest with him, her knees resting on the couch so as not to crush him, all without breaking the kiss. She was just starting to get passionate when someone said from behind, "Carmen." She broke this kiss and looked back to see the gardevoir Will had met yesterday.
"I'm a little busy here worker bee, kindly buzz off."
"Salem needs him, get off."
She scoffed. "Now?" The gardevoir folded her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. The way she did it almost made it seem like she had human feet.
The tyranitar groaned loudly. She moved off of him and into her original sitting position. Will sat up, dusted himself off, and straightened his shirt out. "I'll come and find ya later."
"I'll hold you to that, bright eyes."
Will turned to her with his eyes opened and gave her a wink before walking off with the gardevoir. He followed her through the same path as the day before. As Will expected, different couples lined the hallways. There was still a large group of people and pokemon looking through the window in the center of the hall. In place of the man and three zangoose, there was now a woman being mounted by a houndoom there. Will didn't have much time spectate as he followed the gardevoir. They came to the same large circular room as last time but instead of going straight forward, they took a right. For a moment, there seemed to be nothing in the hallway they entered, nothing but a small black square imbedded into the wall. When the gardevoir put her face to it, a white vertical light scanned back and forth across her eye. Only then did the wall at the end of the hallway slide open, revealing an elevator.
During the short ride upwards, Will had a little time to talk with the gardevoir.
"You sure get the whole 'workaholic' thing a lot."
"There's always work to be done, and I'm the main overseer here at the club. If I don't work hard, no one else will." She replied emotionlessly without even turning to will. She really had to try hard not to look into his eyes, lest she get caught in them like the day before and lose valuable work time.
That signature "ding" sound indicated that they had reached their destination.
Will unconsciously stepped out of the elevator as he marveled at the décor. Pristine white carpet covered the floors. The walls, while white, were anything but plain. intricate patterns were carved into them, curved artistic lines that had no rhyme or rhythm and yet they were so beautiful you couldn't look away. It was another circular room; though along its edges where white marble statues of legendary pokemon. Every one of them shot water out of their mouths like fountains. The water didn't go very far, it fell into the pool trailing the edges of the room. The sound of constantly flowing water gave the room a really calming atmosphere, that and the light jazz music coming from seemingly nowhere. It was balanced perfectly with the water, giving the room a more comfortable than calming feeling. Still, Will couldn't help but a little feel nervous. Directly in front of him was a large white desk, behind it a massive window, looking out over the entrance room of the club.
Well there's ONE advantage to a room this white: can't see cum stains.
"You may leave now Tera." The same voice Will heard over the phone was coming from in front of him.
He didn't notice that the gardevoir, Tera, hadn't stepped out of the elevator. "Please don't call me that Master."
"Only if you stop calling me 'Master.'" Tera groaned and rolled her eyes before the elevator door closed.
"Sit down Will." The voice, while it reeked of confidence, was also kind of...kind. Only after the voice spoke did Will notice the two chairs, one in front of the desk and one behind it, both the same style of spinning chair. Though nervous, Will didn't hesitate to make his way across the room and take his seat. When the chair across from him spun around, Will was actually surprised for a moment. The man sitting there had to be younger than him, but not by much; he could only be 21 at the most. He had an average height for his age, about 6 feet high maybe. His long white hair was tied back into a single tail that went halfway down his back. He wore a full white suit and resting on the top of his chair was a long white trench coat. The lenses on his glasses were thin oval shapes but what was behind them made Will do a double take.
His irises, they're white! If not they're really, really, really, REALLY light blue, but I doubt that. Almost like...
"Yours?" The man interrupted his thought.
"Bullshit you cant read my mind."
"I can't."
"Then how-"
"Predicting what you'll say or think based on context, facial expressions, and the words prior-"
"Isn't hard to do." Will interrupted him this time.
"Exactly, see even you can do it if you try."
"Whatever, so it's safe to assume you're Salem."
"I am."
"Then what's this urgent matter you-"
"Do you mind if we talk over a game?" Will raised an eyebrow.
Salem reached down and hit a button, a small square slid open on the top of the desk and up flew a chess board, with all the pieces in place. "As you can imagine, I don't get to meet very many people face to face. It gets quite boring here and I think a friendly game will do us both some good."
"Well sure but...it's been years since I last played. I'm gonna suck."
"You'll do fine." Salem moved his first piece, and locked his hands together in front of his face.
Will shrugged his shoulders and moved a piece. Salem did the same and started talking this time. "So tell me Will, what exactly do you think the club is?"
Will moved a piece. "Well as far as I can tell, it's basically a pokemon brothel, am I wrong?"
"For the most part you're right, but," Salem moved his piece without looking. "there's more underneath."
Will looked straight up at Salem as he moved a piece. "Is that so?"
"The club is...made for pokemon just as much as it's made for humans. In a sense we're an entire society, a whole civilization where everyone can live as equals, cut off from the world and completely self-sufficient."
"You mean these people actually live down here, where?"
Salem chuckled and moved a piece. "Some of them, you haven't had a chance to explore have you? We have apartments, eating establishments, stores, pokemon centers, farms, everything we'll ever need." Will couldn't help but put a skeptical look on his face as he moved another piece.
Farms three miles underground, totally possible.
"No one believes that last one, but trust me when I say artificial sunlight has come a long way."
"Riiiiiight."
"Now I'm sure you have some questions."
"Thousands, we'll start at the top. How has the club-"
"Avoided detection so well?" Salem unlocked one of his hands, moved a chess piece, and opened a drawer in his desk. From it he threw Will a large white binder, neatly stuffed with paper.
"And this is?"
"A list, of everyone who works for the club and its assets."
Will moved a piece and proceeded to flipping through the binder. His eyes widened a little more at each page.
What...the...fuck. The club owns the heads of least 10 different banks. Whole construction companies, law firms, POLICE STATIONS! They own 70% percent of the police force, as well as the second in command and their hiring manager here in the city. Breweries, demolition companies, foreign train companies, film and production companies, factories, they even have numerous people in the Federal Reserve. Government officials, entire franchise heads, judges, lawyers, and even celebrities go here, so many pokephiliacs. This explains a whole hell of a lot. With all this, Salem could construct a hundred clubs if he felt like it, and with all those cops working for the club, there's a 70% chance that if you're caught in the act of pokephilia, you'll be let off. If Salem technically owns all of these companies himself, that means most of the income comes straight to him, combine that with the monopoly he holds on pokemon porn and he's probably the richest man in existence.
"I've struck many deals." Salem began as he moved a piece. "The people who own these businesses gladly give control over their companies or at least a large share to get free admittance to the club."
"Speaking of that-"
"Yes there is club fee. $5000 a month, $10,000 for 3, or $30,000 a year." Salem moved another piece without looking at the board.
"Figures." Will closed the book, placed it on the desk, and moved his piece. "So how many entran-"
"42, a 43rd is under construction."
"trances are there to the club." Will decided to finish anyway. "How many poke-"
"1535 pokemon at this facility."
"......Razzle-"
"Frazzle."
Cock sucking motherfucker.
"Alright, we've been dodging this for awhile now, what important thing can you only tell me face to face?" Will moved another piece. "Check." He said, indicating Salem's king was in danger.
"There's something else I've been dodging as well." Salem moved his king out of check. "Only 5 people in the world know the club's true purpose."
"And what exactly is the club's true purpose?"
"To create a new world, a world of complete equality."
This is sounding familiar. I could swear I've heard that somewhere...oh right, EVERY ANIME, MOVIE, AND VIDEOGAME VILLAIN EVER! Sigh, if that's the case then he'll probably kill me if I don't cooperate. That's great, that's just fucking great.
"From the look on your face, you're seeing me as some kind of villain. You can back out now if you wish, but rest assured, I only do what is absolutely necessary in order to achieve my dream."
Will scoffed. "Alright then, what is 'absolutely necessary' to complete this dream of yours?"
"Step one: Create an example of the new world in seclusion, use it to recruit mass amounts of followers."
"The club."
"Step two: Kill two birds with one stone. Demoralize small anti-pokephilia groups by eliminating the heads of larger ones.
"And there's where I see an issue. Killing someone to achieve your dream is not something I wanna be a part of. Check." Will put Salem's king in danger again.
"Our methods are strictly non-violent; your former boss could attest to that."
"That was you?"
Salem nodded and brought his king out of check. "The ole switcharoo of a sex-crazed pokemon in heat never fails. Add to that the fact that a few policemen and a news crew just happen to overhear the two and you have a flawless operation. He was the third this month."
"Okay, One: Thank you, I hated that guy. Two: What's the next part of the plan?"
"Well that's where you come in. You see, I've gone through a lot to get the plan to where it is now. I knew there would be many unforeseen problems and I thought I would be ready to deal with them, but I wasn't and I'm still not. I've had far too many close calls and I would like to avoid those in the future, that's why I need you. I need you to think for me, think ahead, catch these problems before they happen and solve our current problems."
"Whoa, slow down you're giving me way too much credit."
"Am I? I've been watching you for a long time now and you're much smarter than you put on."
"I am not. Checkmate." Will had unconsciously moved a piece and won the game. "...That proves nothing."
"You're a Thinker, Will Serif, why not work for me and get paid doing what you do best?"
"Well...I don't know if I can solve your problems or not, I mean I've never had t-"
"Try, remember, you can back out at anytime. Now I'm sure you have a lot of questions-"
Salem kept talking, but his voice faded into nothing as Will got lost in thought.
Risks and benefits. With everything he owns, I have no doubt Salem could and WOULD protect me. After all, he apparently sees me as important so he wouldn't let me get arrested or killed. He seems nice enough and he isn't cutthroat in his tactics. To a certain extent, he does everything by the book and I think he'll follow through with that to the end. If I accept this, it would solve my unemployment problem instantly and as high up the ladder as I would be, aka somewhere close to Salem, I'd probably get free admittance to the club. Also if Salem pulls this off, I could say I was part of a revolution, the birth of a new world. Now there's something to put on your resume. No matter how hard I think, I can't find any major risks, whenever that's the case there's always something that I've overlooked. There has to be some kind of downside to this, I just don't know what it is....I think it's time to stop thinking. Sometimes you just gotta leap before you look, risk be damned, I'll deal with it when it comes.
"I'll do it." Will interrupted Salem mid sentence. "So what'll you have me do?"
Salem paused for a second. "No need to rush into things, are you absolutely sure you wa-"
"Positive."
Salem smiled a little wider. "Then let me be the first to welcome you," He reached his hand over the chess board. "to The Club."
Will put a smile on a shook his hand. Salem reached under his desk a pulled an expensive looking cell phone out. "This is yours, it's the only line directly to me and it's the only way I'll contact you from now on, Sil."
Will took the phone. "Sil?"
"That'll be your name from now on, down here in the club and over the phone. Now you should probably get home, I'm sure your grovyle is missing you."
Will didn't even feel like asking how he knew about Grovyle. He shrugged his shoulders and pocketed the phone. "Guess I'll be seeing ya." He got up, slipped his hands into his pockets, and made for the elevator which opened up as if it expected him. "By the way-"
"Yes you're allowed to bring your own pokemon here."
Will chuckled and stepped into elevator. "Later, wish me luck, hope I don't raped on the way out."
"You making it out of this facility without having sex is about as likely as the sun not rising tomorrow."
Will gave him a funny look as the elevator door closed. He rode it down ground level and walked down the hall toward the large circular room.
Salem must off his rocker, what makes him think I can solve all of the club's problems? I mean I'm smart but DAMN isn't there someone better suited to this job then me? Don't people go to college for this sort of thing? I'm an art major not a businessman. Sigh, oh well, I accepted it; we'll just see how it turns out. I can always back out whenever WHERE'S THE DAMN EXIT IN THE PLACE!?
Will, through deductive reasoning, assumed he only had to turn left since he turned right the last time. Unfortunately the door opened up into an area with a large pool. While it was interesting, it wasn't what he was looking for. Now all of the doors looked the same, he stood in the center of the circular room, spinning around and desperately looking for an exit sign.
"Who the fuck designed this place?! There's nothing but doors, not even an exit sign!"
"Fancy meeting you here." A familiar voice echoed from one of the halls. Will turned a silver eye to his left to see the tyranitar from earlier.
"Likewise, Carmen was it?" He was still a little annoyed from the whole "lost" situation but he tried not to show it.
She nodded. "There used to be exit signs, but a few of the girls took em down. They let men get lost, track em through the maze, and then...you know. It's like a game."
What a sick sadistic 'game'.
"But I wouldn't do such a thing, it's shameful."
"Does that mean you're gonna lead me out of here?"
"Mhmm."
"Then lead the w-"
"On one condition."
Tyranitar: #12 on my always-wanted-to-bang list.
"You don't even have to say it, lead the way."
"Gladly." Without warning, she took Will and flung him over her shoulder like he was a slab of meat. With him resting on his stomach, Carmen proceeded down one of the hallways.
They traveled for a good few minutes, up one flight of stairs and down a few different hallways. It really was a maze, Will got really lost after Carmen took a second turn, but it didn't matter. He had no doubt she'd lead him out eventually. Finally, they came to a hallway with two doors and a dead end. Carmen took the door on the left, labeled "'O' Room 4". It opened up into a dark and rather large room with an absolutely gigantic bed in the center. On the right, there was an equally gigantic window spanning the entire wall. It overlooked what appeared to be a rave down below. All manner of different colored lights spun around the room in typical rave fashion. Will could hear the bass of the techno music as the people and pokemon danced. But as usual, there was more sex than anything. All across the dance floor and on the sidelines they were having sex like no tomorrow.
Sex while you stand up and dance, only in the club.
Before Will could soak in the sight any longer, he was thrown into the very center of the massive square-shaped bed. "Lets get started shall we?" Will sat up to the sight of Carmen crawling on all fours across the bed. The look she was giving him almost made him want to back away, but then he remembered the situation; his slight fear was quickly replaced by a small bit of anticipation after that. He threw his shoes to the side and by the time he looked up, Carmen was over top him, looking right into his eyes. She licked her lips and chuckled lightly as she trailed her fingers down his chest. Her claws hooked his pants on the way down and pulled them all the way off. She dangled them from her claw before throwing them completely off of the bed. Her eyes remained locked with his as she did the same to his underwear. Will already stood halfway erect as she reached her hand around him. After a few light pumps as well as a long drawn-out lick of the tip, she finally broke eye contact and took his cock into her mouth. As a standard for a pokemon of her size, her tongue was large, but unlike Maria's tongue, Carmen's was exceptionally smooth. It didn't feel any better or worse to Will, but it felt new, and it felt good. She was obviously very experienced as made apparent by Will's loud moans and small squirms. She would frequently press her whole tongue to Will's member, and lick with all the force she could muster, causing Will's pre to flow into her mouth. Truth be told, Carmen loved the taste of cum, but something about Will's really turned her on. She unconsciously doubled her efforts in an attempt to get more of the sweet taste. Her head bobbed at high speeds as she took the entire length over and over again. She reached her arms around his waist and held him still while she continued to suck. "C-cumming." Will managed to say as he rested his hands on Carmen's head. Seconds later, his grip on her head tightened and he moaned as he came. Carmen sealed her lips around him as wave after wave of his cum filled her mouth. She trained herself well and managed to swallow every drop. Finally, after his orgasm subsided, Will fell backwards onto the bed, panting lightly.
Carmen lifted her head as she swallowed the last bit. Will, through his slight fatigue, opened his eyes. When his eyes locked with her again she froze in place, seemingly lost in his gaze.
There it is again, what could it be about my eyes that does this?...I'm gonna have to test this. Now's not a bad time to start.
Will barely even blinked as he gazed into the tyranitar's eyes. His aim was just to see what would happen next. Could he hold her there forever, or would it eventually wear off? Only time would tell. Carmen couldn't even process a thought; she could only stare into his eyes. Neither of them moved for a full minute, but then something happened. Carmen suddenly gasped and fell onto her back, almost as if she was hit by a truck. 10 straight seconds of silence and Will got worried. He propped himself up on his arms. "Carmen..." She was still silent. Will cautiously crawled over to her. "Carm-" Suddenly she gasped again and reached her hands in between her legs. The sudden movement caused Will to fall back onto his butt. Carmen was panting heavily as she began to rapidly finger herself. Her tail slammed into the bed numerous times and she was moaning loudly. Her juices flowed from her cunt as she fingered harder and harder. It shot in all directions, soaking the bed around her and sliding down the sides of her tail. The sight made Will hard again; he couldn't bring himself to look away. Then just as suddenly as she started, Carmen stopped. The room was completely silent, aside from the light techno music in the background. Will, from his sitting position, could only see her snout, but that was all he needed to see. He saw it twitch a few times, as if taking in the smells around her. A second later and he could even hear her sniffing. And then he heard something else, something that worried him: The clearly audible sound of Carmen licking her lips. Without warning, she flipped over and pounced Will, putting her face right to his and staring into his eyes again.
"Whoa Carmen, relaaaaaaaax." Will's sentence trailed off as she slowly lowered herself onto him. He wasn't sure if he was really big or if she was really small, either way she felt tighter than he ever could've imagined. After she took him to the hilt, she held his arms down and lifted herself up. Ever so slowly she lowered herself again, moaning quietly on the way down. A slow rhythm was built as she continued to do this, and each time her moans would grow just a little louder. Her cunt was already soaked from arousal, and it leaked more and more as time went on. Now each time she lowered herself, a barely audible slosh could be heard, the sound drove Carmen to go faster and so she did. Unconsciously she moved to the beat of the music in the background, pounding down on Will in perfect rhythm. Will was enjoying himself but he wasn't enjoying the fact that he couldn't move an inch. With his hands held firmly in place by hers, he couldn't do a thing. Every time he would try to match her speed and meet her halfway, she would simply force his body down to the bed. He was completely powerless, all he could do was moan as she sped up, which wasn't too bad once he thought about it. Without warning, Carmen removed her hands from his and put them around his waist. Completely ignoring the beat of the music she began pounding Will as fast as she could. Will's eyes shot open and he grabbed on to her shoulders, desperately trying to get some control back, but it was all in vain. Again, all he could do was hold on and let Carmen do all the work. She was panting hard and fast on Will's face but he barely noticed it. He could only think about the pleasure, and the slight pain in his groin. The pressure was building and Carmen was forcing him in deep. Each time she pounded Will, his member would barely hit the edge of her depths. She was just as close as he was; her pace suddenly became erratic but it was still just as hard. They came simultaneously, with Will buried as far inside of her humanly possible. Carmen roared into Will's face as her insides tightened around him, Will's lower half and the bed were soaked thoroughly. Will threw his head back, arched his back, and groaned as a smooth jet of his cum quickly filled her and began to ooze downwards.
Eventually, Will lowered his body back down to the bed, panting hard. He opened one eye and was shocked to see 400 pounds of tyranitar falling directly on to him. Her lower half still held Will firmly in place, he could only watch as she smothered him in between herself and the bed. It wasn't as bad he thought though. The unusually soft bed absorbed most of the impact and Will managed to turn his head to the side so that he wouldn't suffocate. Still he was slightly uncomfortable.
"Carmen do you mind-" Will stopped when he heard something that worried him slightly. Carmen was snoring. "You gotta be fucking kidding me. CARMEN, WAKE UP!" She stirred slightly but showed no signs of waking. He could barely move his arms, but with the little leeway he had he punched at her hips. Of course, being a tyranitar, her skin was a little tough, she couldn't feel a thing. Will let out an annoyed sigh.
At least it's still early, not like I'm getting out of here without her anyway. Well, at least I learned something today. I learned that my eyes are dangerous, but I need to know more. I need to do some more tests and find out exactly how they work, who they can and can't work on, and for how long. Well it's still early; guess that's what I'll be doing the rest of the day. And now I just have pass the time...99 bottles of beer on the wall-Chapter End Notes:Shinjihiroku is and always will be the worst writer ever, and yet he still has a proofreader. Can you guess who it is? No? Fail, thx catsithx ^.^
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What is THIS now? It's completely different from yesterday, but I've felt this before. It feels...good, REALLY good! Am I smiling, Oh my God I am! I'm...Oh my God!
"Oh my God, Grovyle!" Will's sudden outburst jerked Grovyle right out of her sleep and up to her feet in a panic.
"Will what's wrong?!" Looking at Will she noticed he had a huge smile on, it kind of scared her. "Are you...feeling alright?"
Will flipped over the back of the couch and ran around the side. "Quick, throw something at me, I wanna dodge it!" Grovyle gave him a vacant stare. "N-never mind, be right back." He turned to run but tripped over his own pant legs and fell flat on face.
"Will!"
"Damn jeans, these aren't made for running. Grovyle be right back, I'm going to the store, I need more pants!" Will's mouth moved a mile a minute. He ran down the hall and much to the dismay of Grovyle, tripped again.
He was silent for a minute straight and Grovyle was as worried as ever. "...Will?"
"Wait a minute, I already have clothes on!" He ran back down the hallway and through the front door, not even bothering to close it as he left.
"Will wait!" She ran to the door, but by the time she made it, Will was long gone. Hesitantly, she closed the door and sat back on the couch. Grovyle had never been more worried in her life. Will had never acted like this before, he was clearly sick or maybe he had been hit on the head, either way he shouldn't have been out by himself, he could get hurt. As worried as Grovyle was, there was nothing else she could do but sit and wait until Will got back. One agonizing hour later, Will burst through the front door, scaring the crap out of Grovyle.
"Look at these pants, they kick ass!" Will no longer had blue jeans on; in their place were thin black pants with four silver stripes running up each side. His hair was wild instead of slicked back and he wore a white T-shirt with the dress shirt unbuttoned but still on. "Like it? I think I look pretty cool. Now all I need is some sunglasses and I'll be set."
"Will stop! You must be sick, why don't you lie down?"
"What are you talking about, I feel great, I feel awesome! "
"...Y-you can understand me?" Will suddenly came back to his senses.
Shit, I can't let her know yet. Not until I figure out...nah she doesn't like me like that. But at least now I can know for sure without her knowing. Then it's settled, I won't tell her...yet. Now all I need is a clever way to throw her off...GOT IT, damn I'm good.
"Oh what am I stupid?" He smacked himself on the forehead. "I forgot to feed you didn't I? Come on, we'll get you something to eat." He slipped his hands into his pockets and made his way to the kitchen, whistling a happy tune the whole way. Slightly relieved but still worried, Grovyle followed. She reluctantly took her seat at the table and stared at Will as he twirled a large wooden spoon in his hand. "Soooooooooo I'm the mood to cook today. What do you want for breakfast, bacon, eggs, steak, pie, spaghetti, lasagna, popcorn, cake, brownies, candy OH how bout some homemade poffins? It's like desert for breakfast!"
At mention of the word "poffin," Grovyle almost completely forgot about Will's "sickness." She absolutely loved Will's poffins, he usually only cooked them as a special treat or on holidays. She smiled wide and nodded vigorously. Her smile was contagious as Will couldn't help but smile and laugh himself. "Alrighty, poffins it is, now all I need is-" Will was interrupted when the phone rang in the living room.
Almost forgot I had a phone, no one ever calls!
"Grovyle do you mind grabbing a pot while I answer that?"
"You bet!"
Grovyle hopped off of her stool and began rummaging through the cabinet on the floor next to the sink. Will casually strolled into living room, whistling yet again. He had a small black wireless phone, he spun it around his hand before bringing it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Will Serif."
"Thaaat's me, and is this?"
"Salem." Will's smile disappeared almost instantly as he went into thinker mode.
There's no way, no way in hell Salem himself would call ANYONE outside of the club, it's way too much of a risk. That is unless-
"The club has taken the liberty of encrypting your phone line while you were away. Rest assured, this call is secure."
"...Kay, then why-"
"Because I have something to tell you and only you. As secure as this line is, the matter at hand is something we must discuss face to face."
"...Can you-"
"No I cannot read your mind."
"I find that hard to believe."
"We can discuss this when we meet, how soon do you think you'll be able to return to the club?"
"Well right now I'm kinda making poffins for my pokemon but this seems just a little bit more importa-"
"Please, resume what you were doing and come at your leisure. I wouldn't want to inconvenience you or your pokemon."
"Oh...well...thanks, I'll be there when I'm done."
"My gardevoir will escort you once you're here. I'll be waiting." After the click and dial tone, Will hung up and stared into space.
Salem...he sounded so...cool. So calm and calculated, like he had nothing to fear. Almost as if he knew what would happen next and he was always ready for it. He's a little scary actually, and I'm about to meet him...wonder what he looks like. Probably-
"Willllll, I found the pot!" Will sighed and smiled.
I've got more important things to worry about. It's poffin time!
Will got a little overexcited and ended cooking 17 batches of poffins, costing him about an hour and a half. He left a tray of them, as well as some pokechow, out for Grovyle when he left. She seemed so wrapped up in the poffins that she barely noticed him leave, which was a good thing as Will didn't want her questioning where he was going. After all, she didn't know he lost his job and he was leaving a little earlier than he normally would.
The half an hour trip from his house to the club seemed so much shorter the second time around. Could've been the fact that the bouncer recognized him and let him right through, or that the train arrived right as he exited the elevator. Either way, Will smiled the whole time. He made sure to keep his mouth closed as he opened the doors leading into the club. The mist covered him as he walked forward and when he made it to the open area that contained the never-ending orgy, he chuckled to himself as he noticed the amount of eyes on him. There were even more than the previous day, but they didn't scare him this time.
Must be the pants, ladies love the pants. Oh well, guess I just wait for my "escort" now.
Will sat down on a nearby couch which he hoped was clean, of course he just assumed with all the money the club made, they could afford to replace these couches everyday, or at least sanitize them. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable, sure enough, not even a minute later, he was approached. Will couldn't exactly see, but standing in front of him was a tyranitar. She was a little smaller than average, but intimidating nonetheless.
"Mind if I sit down?" Her voice betrayed her size; it was soft but blatantly seductive.
"Not at all." He kept his eyes closed and motioned with his hand for her to sit down to his right. Though he couldn't exactly see her, Will could tell she was fairly large due to the small tremor that shook the couch when she sat down.
"I haven't seen you before."
"I'm kind of new to this place." Will didn't even turn his head to her as he talked.
She chuckled lightly. "Then you'll need someone to...show you the ropes." Will didn't flinch as she dragged a claw from his crotch to his chest to his chin, bringing his face to hers. "Why not open those pretty eyes of yours?"
"Well I would, but I have this...condition you see? This kinda lighting is bad for my eyes."
"Aw poor baby, then hows about we go somewhere-"
"I cant, I'm waiting for someone." Will couldn't see her frown and quickly replace it with a grin.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I helped you pass the time."
He sighed. "Sure why n-" There was no time to finish his sentence as the tyranitar brought her lips to his. Somehow, Will managed to keep his eyes closed, but he doubted he would've seen that coming even with them open. It barely took the tyranitar a second get on top of him. She sat chest to chest with him, her knees resting on the couch so as not to crush him, all without breaking the kiss. She was just starting to get passionate when someone said from behind, "Carmen." She broke this kiss and looked back to see the gardevoir Will had met yesterday.
"I'm a little busy here worker bee, kindly buzz off."
"Salem needs him, get off."
She scoffed. "Now?" The gardevoir folded her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. The way she did it almost made it seem like she had human feet.
The tyranitar groaned loudly. She moved off of him and into her original sitting position. Will sat up, dusted himself off, and straightened his shirt out. "I'll come and find ya later."
"I'll hold you to that, bright eyes."
Will turned to her with his eyes opened and gave her a wink before walking off with the gardevoir. He followed her through the same path as the day before. As Will expected, different couples lined the hallways. There was still a large group of people and pokemon looking through the window in the center of the hall. In place of the man and three zangoose, there was now a woman being mounted by a houndoom there. Will didn't have much time spectate as he followed the gardevoir. They came to the same large circular room as last time but instead of going straight forward, they took a right. For a moment, there seemed to be nothing in the hallway they entered, nothing but a small black square imbedded into the wall. When the gardevoir put her face to it, a white vertical light scanned back and forth across her eye. Only then did the wall at the end of the hallway slide open, revealing an elevator.
During the short ride upwards, Will had a little time to talk with the gardevoir.
"You sure get the whole 'workaholic' thing a lot."
"There's always work to be done, and I'm the main overseer here at the club. If I don't work hard, no one else will." She replied emotionlessly without even turning to will. She really had to try hard not to look into his eyes, lest she get caught in them like the day before and lose valuable work time.
That signature "ding" sound indicated that they had reached their destination.
Will unconsciously stepped out of the elevator as he marveled at the décor. Pristine white carpet covered the floors. The walls, while white, were anything but plain. intricate patterns were carved into them, curved artistic lines that had no rhyme or rhythm and yet they were so beautiful you couldn't look away. It was another circular room; though along its edges where white marble statues of legendary pokemon. Every one of them shot water out of their mouths like fountains. The water didn't go very far, it fell into the pool trailing the edges of the room. The sound of constantly flowing water gave the room a really calming atmosphere, that and the light jazz music coming from seemingly nowhere. It was balanced perfectly with the water, giving the room a more comfortable than calming feeling. Still, Will couldn't help but a little feel nervous. Directly in front of him was a large white desk, behind it a massive window, looking out over the entrance room of the club.
Well there's ONE advantage to a room this white: can't see cum stains.
"You may leave now Tera." The same voice Will heard over the phone was coming from in front of him.
He didn't notice that the gardevoir, Tera, hadn't stepped out of the elevator. "Please don't call me that Master."
"Only if you stop calling me 'Master.'" Tera groaned and rolled her eyes before the elevator door closed.
"Sit down Will." The voice, while it reeked of confidence, was also kind of...kind. Only after the voice spoke did Will notice the two chairs, one in front of the desk and one behind it, both the same style of spinning chair. Though nervous, Will didn't hesitate to make his way across the room and take his seat. When the chair across from him spun around, Will was actually surprised for a moment. The man sitting there had to be younger than him, but not by much; he could only be 21 at the most. He had an average height for his age, about 6 feet high maybe. His long white hair was tied back into a single tail that went halfway down his back. He wore a full white suit and resting on the top of his chair was a long white trench coat. The lenses on his glasses were thin oval shapes but what was behind them made Will do a double take.
His irises, they're white! If not they're really, really, really, REALLY light blue, but I doubt that. Almost like...
"Yours?" The man interrupted his thought.
"Bullshit you cant read my mind."
"I can't."
"Then how-"
"Predicting what you'll say or think based on context, facial expressions, and the words prior-"
"Isn't hard to do." Will interrupted him this time.
"Exactly, see even you can do it if you try."
"Whatever, so it's safe to assume you're Salem."
"I am."
"Then what's this urgent matter you-"
"Do you mind if we talk over a game?" Will raised an eyebrow.
Salem reached down and hit a button, a small square slid open on the top of the desk and up flew a chess board, with all the pieces in place. "As you can imagine, I don't get to meet very many people face to face. It gets quite boring here and I think a friendly game will do us both some good."
"Well sure but...it's been years since I last played. I'm gonna suck."
"You'll do fine." Salem moved his first piece, and locked his hands together in front of his face.
Will shrugged his shoulders and moved a piece. Salem did the same and started talking this time. "So tell me Will, what exactly do you think the club is?"
Will moved a piece. "Well as far as I can tell, it's basically a pokemon brothel, am I wrong?"
"For the most part you're right, but," Salem moved his piece without looking. "there's more underneath."
Will looked straight up at Salem as he moved a piece. "Is that so?"
"The club is...made for pokemon just as much as it's made for humans. In a sense we're an entire society, a whole civilization where everyone can live as equals, cut off from the world and completely self-sufficient."
"You mean these people actually live down here, where?"
Salem chuckled and moved a piece. "Some of them, you haven't had a chance to explore have you? We have apartments, eating establishments, stores, pokemon centers, farms, everything we'll ever need." Will couldn't help but put a skeptical look on his face as he moved another piece.
Farms three miles underground, totally possible.
"No one believes that last one, but trust me when I say artificial sunlight has come a long way."
"Riiiiiight."
"Now I'm sure you have some questions."
"Thousands, we'll start at the top. How has the club-"
"Avoided detection so well?" Salem unlocked one of his hands, moved a chess piece, and opened a drawer in his desk. From it he threw Will a large white binder, neatly stuffed with paper.
"And this is?"
"A list, of everyone who works for the club and its assets."
Will moved a piece and proceeded to flipping through the binder. His eyes widened a little more at each page.
What...the...fuck. The club owns the heads of least 10 different banks. Whole construction companies, law firms, POLICE STATIONS! They own 70% percent of the police force, as well as the second in command and their hiring manager here in the city. Breweries, demolition companies, foreign train companies, film and production companies, factories, they even have numerous people in the Federal Reserve. Government officials, entire franchise heads, judges, lawyers, and even celebrities go here, so many pokephiliacs. This explains a whole hell of a lot. With all this, Salem could construct a hundred clubs if he felt like it, and with all those cops working for the club, there's a 70% chance that if you're caught in the act of pokephilia, you'll be let off. If Salem technically owns all of these companies himself, that means most of the income comes straight to him, combine that with the monopoly he holds on pokemon porn and he's probably the richest man in existence.
"I've struck many deals." Salem began as he moved a piece. "The people who own these businesses gladly give control over their companies or at least a large share to get free admittance to the club."
"Speaking of that-"
"Yes there is club fee. $5000 a month, $10,000 for 3, or $30,000 a year." Salem moved another piece without looking at the board.
"Figures." Will closed the book, placed it on the desk, and moved his piece. "So how many entran-"
"42, a 43rd is under construction."
"trances are there to the club." Will decided to finish anyway. "How many poke-"
"1535 pokemon at this facility."
"......Razzle-"
"Frazzle."
Cock sucking motherfucker.
"Alright, we've been dodging this for awhile now, what important thing can you only tell me face to face?" Will moved another piece. "Check." He said, indicating Salem's king was in danger.
"There's something else I've been dodging as well." Salem moved his king out of check. "Only 5 people in the world know the club's true purpose."
"And what exactly is the club's true purpose?"
"To create a new world, a world of complete equality."
This is sounding familiar. I could swear I've heard that somewhere...oh right, EVERY ANIME, MOVIE, AND VIDEOGAME VILLAIN EVER! Sigh, if that's the case then he'll probably kill me if I don't cooperate. That's great, that's just fucking great.
"From the look on your face, you're seeing me as some kind of villain. You can back out now if you wish, but rest assured, I only do what is absolutely necessary in order to achieve my dream."
Will scoffed. "Alright then, what is 'absolutely necessary' to complete this dream of yours?"
"Step one: Create an example of the new world in seclusion, use it to recruit mass amounts of followers."
"The club."
"Step two: Kill two birds with one stone. Demoralize small anti-pokephilia groups by eliminating the heads of larger ones.
"And there's where I see an issue. Killing someone to achieve your dream is not something I wanna be a part of. Check." Will put Salem's king in danger again.
"Our methods are strictly non-violent; your former boss could attest to that."
"That was you?"
Salem nodded and brought his king out of check. "The ole switcharoo of a sex-crazed pokemon in heat never fails. Add to that the fact that a few policemen and a news crew just happen to overhear the two and you have a flawless operation. He was the third this month."
"Okay, One: Thank you, I hated that guy. Two: What's the next part of the plan?"
"Well that's where you come in. You see, I've gone through a lot to get the plan to where it is now. I knew there would be many unforeseen problems and I thought I would be ready to deal with them, but I wasn't and I'm still not. I've had far too many close calls and I would like to avoid those in the future, that's why I need you. I need you to think for me, think ahead, catch these problems before they happen and solve our current problems."
"Whoa, slow down you're giving me way too much credit."
"Am I? I've been watching you for a long time now and you're much smarter than you put on."
"I am not. Checkmate." Will had unconsciously moved a piece and won the game. "...That proves nothing."
"You're a Thinker, Will Serif, why not work for me and get paid doing what you do best?"
"Well...I don't know if I can solve your problems or not, I mean I've never had t-"
"Try, remember, you can back out at anytime. Now I'm sure you have a lot of questions-"
Salem kept talking, but his voice faded into nothing as Will got lost in thought.
Risks and benefits. With everything he owns, I have no doubt Salem could and WOULD protect me. After all, he apparently sees me as important so he wouldn't let me get arrested or killed. He seems nice enough and he isn't cutthroat in his tactics. To a certain extent, he does everything by the book and I think he'll follow through with that to the end. If I accept this, it would solve my unemployment problem instantly and as high up the ladder as I would be, aka somewhere close to Salem, I'd probably get free admittance to the club. Also if Salem pulls this off, I could say I was part of a revolution, the birth of a new world. Now there's something to put on your resume. No matter how hard I think, I can't find any major risks, whenever that's the case there's always something that I've overlooked. There has to be some kind of downside to this, I just don't know what it is....I think it's time to stop thinking. Sometimes you just gotta leap before you look, risk be damned, I'll deal with it when it comes.
"I'll do it." Will interrupted Salem mid sentence. "So what'll you have me do?"
Salem paused for a second. "No need to rush into things, are you absolutely sure you wa-"
"Positive."
Salem smiled a little wider. "Then let me be the first to welcome you," He reached his hand over the chess board. "to The Club."
Will put a smile on a shook his hand. Salem reached under his desk a pulled an expensive looking cell phone out. "This is yours, it's the only line directly to me and it's the only way I'll contact you from now on, Sil."
Will took the phone. "Sil?"
"That'll be your name from now on, down here in the club and over the phone. Now you should probably get home, I'm sure your grovyle is missing you."
Will didn't even feel like asking how he knew about Grovyle. He shrugged his shoulders and pocketed the phone. "Guess I'll be seeing ya." He got up, slipped his hands into his pockets, and made for the elevator which opened up as if it expected him. "By the way-"
"Yes you're allowed to bring your own pokemon here."
Will chuckled and stepped into elevator. "Later, wish me luck, hope I don't raped on the way out."
"You making it out of this facility without having sex is about as likely as the sun not rising tomorrow."
Will gave him a funny look as the elevator door closed. He rode it down ground level and walked down the hall toward the large circular room.
Salem must off his rocker, what makes him think I can solve all of the club's problems? I mean I'm smart but DAMN isn't there someone better suited to this job then me? Don't people go to college for this sort of thing? I'm an art major not a businessman. Sigh, oh well, I accepted it; we'll just see how it turns out. I can always back out whenever WHERE'S THE DAMN EXIT IN THE PLACE!?
Will, through deductive reasoning, assumed he only had to turn left since he turned right the last time. Unfortunately the door opened up into an area with a large pool. While it was interesting, it wasn't what he was looking for. Now all of the doors looked the same, he stood in the center of the circular room, spinning around and desperately looking for an exit sign.
"Who the fuck designed this place?! There's nothing but doors, not even an exit sign!"
"Fancy meeting you here." A familiar voice echoed from one of the halls. Will turned a silver eye to his left to see the tyranitar from earlier.
"Likewise, Carmen was it?" He was still a little annoyed from the whole "lost" situation but he tried not to show it.
She nodded. "There used to be exit signs, but a few of the girls took em down. They let men get lost, track em through the maze, and then...you know. It's like a game."
What a sick sadistic 'game'.
"But I wouldn't do such a thing, it's shameful."
"Does that mean you're gonna lead me out of here?"
"Mhmm."
"Then lead the w-"
"On one condition."
Tyranitar: #12 on my always-wanted-to-bang list.
"You don't even have to say it, lead the way."
"Gladly." Without warning, she took Will and flung him over her shoulder like he was a slab of meat. With him resting on his stomach, Carmen proceeded down one of the hallways.
They traveled for a good few minutes, up one flight of stairs and down a few different hallways. It really was a maze, Will got really lost after Carmen took a second turn, but it didn't matter. He had no doubt she'd lead him out eventually. Finally, they came to a hallway with two doors and a dead end. Carmen took the door on the left, labeled "'O' Room 4". It opened up into a dark and rather large room with an absolutely gigantic bed in the center. On the right, there was an equally gigantic window spanning the entire wall. It overlooked what appeared to be a rave down below. All manner of different colored lights spun around the room in typical rave fashion. Will could hear the bass of the techno music as the people and pokemon danced. But as usual, there was more sex than anything. All across the dance floor and on the sidelines they were having sex like no tomorrow.
Sex while you stand up and dance, only in the club.
Before Will could soak in the sight any longer, he was thrown into the very center of the massive square-shaped bed. "Lets get started shall we?" Will sat up to the sight of Carmen crawling on all fours across the bed. The look she was giving him almost made him want to back away, but then he remembered the situation; his slight fear was quickly replaced by a small bit of anticipation after that. He threw his shoes to the side and by the time he looked up, Carmen was over top him, looking right into his eyes. She licked her lips and chuckled lightly as she trailed her fingers down his chest. Her claws hooked his pants on the way down and pulled them all the way off. She dangled them from her claw before throwing them completely off of the bed. Her eyes remained locked with his as she did the same to his underwear. Will already stood halfway erect as she reached her hand around him. After a few light pumps as well as a long drawn-out lick of the tip, she finally broke eye contact and took his cock into her mouth. As a standard for a pokemon of her size, her tongue was large, but unlike Maria's tongue, Carmen's was exceptionally smooth. It didn't feel any better or worse to Will, but it felt new, and it felt good. She was obviously very experienced as made apparent by Will's loud moans and small squirms. She would frequently press her whole tongue to Will's member, and lick with all the force she could muster, causing Will's pre to flow into her mouth. Truth be told, Carmen loved the taste of cum, but something about Will's really turned her on. She unconsciously doubled her efforts in an attempt to get more of the sweet taste. Her head bobbed at high speeds as she took the entire length over and over again. She reached her arms around his waist and held him still while she continued to suck. "C-cumming." Will managed to say as he rested his hands on Carmen's head. Seconds later, his grip on her head tightened and he moaned as he came. Carmen sealed her lips around him as wave after wave of his cum filled her mouth. She trained herself well and managed to swallow every drop. Finally, after his orgasm subsided, Will fell backwards onto the bed, panting lightly.
Carmen lifted her head as she swallowed the last bit. Will, through his slight fatigue, opened his eyes. When his eyes locked with her again she froze in place, seemingly lost in his gaze.
There it is again, what could it be about my eyes that does this?...I'm gonna have to test this. Now's not a bad time to start.
Will barely even blinked as he gazed into the tyranitar's eyes. His aim was just to see what would happen next. Could he hold her there forever, or would it eventually wear off? Only time would tell. Carmen couldn't even process a thought; she could only stare into his eyes. Neither of them moved for a full minute, but then something happened. Carmen suddenly gasped and fell onto her back, almost as if she was hit by a truck. 10 straight seconds of silence and Will got worried. He propped himself up on his arms. "Carmen..." She was still silent. Will cautiously crawled over to her. "Carm-" Suddenly she gasped again and reached her hands in between her legs. The sudden movement caused Will to fall back onto his butt. Carmen was panting heavily as she began to rapidly finger herself. Her tail slammed into the bed numerous times and she was moaning loudly. Her juices flowed from her cunt as she fingered harder and harder. It shot in all directions, soaking the bed around her and sliding down the sides of her tail. The sight made Will hard again; he couldn't bring himself to look away. Then just as suddenly as she started, Carmen stopped. The room was completely silent, aside from the light techno music in the background. Will, from his sitting position, could only see her snout, but that was all he needed to see. He saw it twitch a few times, as if taking in the smells around her. A second later and he could even hear her sniffing. And then he heard something else, something that worried him: The clearly audible sound of Carmen licking her lips. Without warning, she flipped over and pounced Will, putting her face right to his and staring into his eyes again.
"Whoa Carmen, relaaaaaaaax." Will's sentence trailed off as she slowly lowered herself onto him. He wasn't sure if he was really big or if she was really small, either way she felt tighter than he ever could've imagined. After she took him to the hilt, she held his arms down and lifted herself up. Ever so slowly she lowered herself again, moaning quietly on the way down. A slow rhythm was built as she continued to do this, and each time her moans would grow just a little louder. Her cunt was already soaked from arousal, and it leaked more and more as time went on. Now each time she lowered herself, a barely audible slosh could be heard, the sound drove Carmen to go faster and so she did. Unconsciously she moved to the beat of the music in the background, pounding down on Will in perfect rhythm. Will was enjoying himself but he wasn't enjoying the fact that he couldn't move an inch. With his hands held firmly in place by hers, he couldn't do a thing. Every time he would try to match her speed and meet her halfway, she would simply force his body down to the bed. He was completely powerless, all he could do was moan as she sped up, which wasn't too bad once he thought about it. Without warning, Carmen removed her hands from his and put them around his waist. Completely ignoring the beat of the music she began pounding Will as fast as she could. Will's eyes shot open and he grabbed on to her shoulders, desperately trying to get some control back, but it was all in vain. Again, all he could do was hold on and let Carmen do all the work. She was panting hard and fast on Will's face but he barely noticed it. He could only think about the pleasure, and the slight pain in his groin. The pressure was building and Carmen was forcing him in deep. Each time she pounded Will, his member would barely hit the edge of her depths. She was just as close as he was; her pace suddenly became erratic but it was still just as hard. They came simultaneously, with Will buried as far inside of her humanly possible. Carmen roared into Will's face as her insides tightened around him, Will's lower half and the bed were soaked thoroughly. Will threw his head back, arched his back, and groaned as a smooth jet of his cum quickly filled her and began to ooze downwards.
Eventually, Will lowered his body back down to the bed, panting hard. He opened one eye and was shocked to see 400 pounds of tyranitar falling directly on to him. Her lower half still held Will firmly in place, he could only watch as she smothered him in between herself and the bed. It wasn't as bad he thought though. The unusually soft bed absorbed most of the impact and Will managed to turn his head to the side so that he wouldn't suffocate. Still he was slightly uncomfortable.
"Carmen do you mind-" Will stopped when he heard something that worried him slightly. Carmen was snoring. "You gotta be fucking kidding me. CARMEN, WAKE UP!" She stirred slightly but showed no signs of waking. He could barely move his arms, but with the little leeway he had he punched at her hips. Of course, being a tyranitar, her skin was a little tough, she couldn't feel a thing. Will let out an annoyed sigh.
At least it's still early, not like I'm getting out of here without her anyway. Well, at least I learned something today. I learned that my eyes are dangerous, but I need to know more. I need to do some more tests and find out exactly how they work, who they can and can't work on, and for how long. Well it's still early; guess that's what I'll be doing the rest of the day. And now I just have pass the time...99 bottles of beer on the wall-Chapter End Notes:Shinjihiroku is and always will be the worst writer ever, and yet he still has a proofreader. Can you guess who it is? No? Fail, thx catsithx ^.^
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