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.
Ideals Hit Home
Grovyle's on the right track, but it still needs work. Things can always go wrong. I'll need six, no, seven agents. Three on the floor, one in the booth, one to...dammit, I still need more.
Will walked through the club's front door once again, unfazed by the spritz of odorless mist he had become so accustomed to.
One for early preparations, three in the back, another few on standby, just in case, and another outside the door, jeez, this is gonna be hard to coordinate. I may have to-
"Will!" A familiar voice called from behind. "Knew you'd be here today." The blaziken ran up, smiling as she draped her arm over Will's shoulder. Another pokemon soon followed. Every time Will entered the door it was always the same routine. Soon, he had an entourage composed of a blaziken, two zangoose, an absol, and a kangaskhan, all talking at once and regaling Will with stories of their day. Any other time, he would have stopped to listen, but this day, duty called.
"Girls, I'd love to stay, but I can't today. Unless you're looking for volunteer work, I gotta go."
Not a single girl hesitated to volunteer.
"I'm up for some work."
"Me too."
"Sure, why not."
"Anything for you, Will."
Will smiled. It was always good to know he had such a loyal following. "Thanks, I owe you one."
Every girl spoke at the same time, but they were all just variations of, "You owe us more than that." Everyone had good laugh along the way.
13 agents? 3 on the floor, 3 on standby, 1 in the booth, 1 for preparations, 3 in the back 40 for fucking cake and ice cream. Ugh, fuck this, I'm done. Got plenty of time, I'll think about it later. We have a shipment coming today and since it's technically an operation, it's my job to handle it. What's in the shipment? Pokemon of course!
Will and his volunteers - who grew in number along way - sat high on a balcony above a spacious room filled to the brim with various pokemon. The confused pokemon all murmured amongst themselves, unsure of where they were or what was to become of them.
Salem's swampert, Kelly stood next to Will. "Sure brought a lot of volunteers with you. Seems a bit excessive," She said motioning to her own group of workers behind her. They vastly outnumbered Will's.
"They wanted to help. Can't turn down free work can we?"
"I suppose not."
"Let's get started then, mic please."
Will cleared his throat, Kelly tossed him the mic, and he began.
"I'm sorry we kept you all waiting. My name is Will, this is Kelly, and these - " He motioned to all of the volunteer pokemon. " - are you're new friends. Now I'm sure some of you are scared or confused, but we're here to tell you there's no reason to be. I can personally guarantee you're safer here than anywhere else in the world. For those that are still confused, this should clear things up. Kelly."
Kelly pulled a remote from her back. Hitting the button, the room started to rumble. Most pokemon were noticeably panicked, but panic turned to awe as the giant wall behind Will and his volunteers opened. Bright sunlight filled the room as the wall shifted. A city came into view, a sunny day, green grass and meadows, Salem's perfect world.
"I'd like to be the first to welcome you all to the club."
The pokemon broke into cheers and shouts of disbelief. Will had seen it all before. Even pokemon had heard rumors of the club. They could be just as skeptical as humans.
"Settle down, settle down. I know this seems like a big step for some of you, and it may be a little hard to believe, but seeing is believing, and trust me when I say there's plenty to see. Now we wouldn't just throw you into this world without any kind of guidance. It's a big place after all. That's where your new friends come in. Everyone here, myself included, is here to help you. We'll show you ropes, find you a place to stay, and so forth. Pair up and have fun. I guarantee you'll love it here.
Every month or so, Byron's team goes hunting through pokemon orphanages, and this is the result. Pokemon are screened just like humans, because there are rare cases of intolerant pokemon. They help antipokephiliacs and generally make our job here at the club a pain in the ass. But like I said, they're rare. Pokemon tend to be a bit more open minded.
Partnered up, the pokemon began to walk toward the city. Little by little, the room emptied, leaving one pokemon behind, and plenty of volunteers.
"Kelly...what's that?" Will asked as he pointed to the straggler.
"That's a zoroark if I remember correctly. They've just recently been discovered. Astounding really, didn't think we would have one in the club so soon."
"Well it looks to me like she doesn't want to be here."
"Why don't you fix that then?"
"The way you said it makes it seem like we're going to brainwash her."
"Well we could..."
"...You're weird, you know that?"
"Yep."
There were quite a few pokemon gathering around the zoroark, but she seemed to reject them all.
Probably a little scared, we get these all the time.
All eyes turned to Will as he arrived. "What's going on guys?"
"Will, thank goodness you're here. She won't listen to us no matter what we say. I think she's scared."
"I'll handle it. You guys can go."
The pokemon all looked at each other and shrugged. If Will said he could handle it, he could handle it. That was for sure. They all dispersed and left Will to the zoroark, confident he would break her of her shyness.
Will could almost feel her apprehension from a distance. She made every gesture suggesting a timid personality. Shakes, quivers, fidgeting, it was nothing he hadn't seen before.
"I think you already know, but my name's Will. May I ask yours?"
The zoroark would barely look him in the eye, let alone speak.
"Hmm, you're not scared are you? Because if you are, there's no reason to be. We just want to help you."
After a long, awkward silence, Will sighed and removed his glasses. Within seconds, he had the zoroak's full attention.
"Talk." He said bluntly.
Speechless as the zoroark was, she seemed compelled to move her lips. "H-hi."
Will's friendly demeanor returned upon hearing her voice. "Well that's a start. Do you have a name?"
"J-Jasmine."
"That's a beautiful name. Jasmine, I want you to do something for me. Stop shaking, and calm down."
Against her own will, Jasmine stopped shaking, the tense feeling in her body just seeming to melt away. She couldn't place it, but something about Will's presence was calming, like talking to an old friend. It had only been a minute since they met, but she felt she could trust him. "Mr. um, Will, sir."
"No need to be formal. Call me whatever you like, lord knows everyone else does." Will said as he slid his glasses back on.
"Then um, we were traveling for a long time, and there wasn't much food, so could we maybe find something to eat?"
Will smiled, holding out his hand. "Of course we can. Come on."
As Jasmine took his hand, a smile found its way onto her face. Whatever it was Will had done to her, she liked it.
It was a bright day in Eminence, warm as usual. Will had taken Jasmine to one of his favorite restaurants: Open Skies, a one of a kind restaurant with a simple theme: open skies. Open Skies' building was tall, it had to be. Customers couldn't eat inside, there was no room. Instead, they ate on one of the establishment's many balconies. The balconies themselves spiraled up the outside of the building so that no person would feel they had a roof overhead. They also had great food and the prices weren't too high either.
Will always picked a balcony halfway up the building, not too high, not too low. The view over the city was breathtaking as always.
"Jasmine, I take it you're not used to city life."
Still feeling somewhat nervous, she shook her head and said nothing.
"I can understand how out-of-place you must feel, but I can't stress enough how safe you are here. I've seen the shyest people become partiers after some time down here."
Again, Jasmine said nothing. The food hadn't come, so the most they could do was sit in awkward silence. Jasmine refused to make eye contact.
Will sighed. "So...tell me about yourself."
"Like what?"
"Well, where did you used to live?"
"I don't know..."
"You don't know?"
"...In a mansion."
"Okay...with other people?"
"With Master James."
"Did he make you call him that?"
Jasmine nodded.
"What happened to him?"
"Arrested."
"For?"
"Pokephilia."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, he was...bad."
"What was his full name? If you don't mind me asking."
"James Servus."
James Servus, he was number five on our list. High ranking antipokephiliac. Hmph, this happens sometimes, can't be helped.
The food arrived a minute later. Will had ordered a simple burger while the chef chose for Jasmine. After a life of nothing but pokechow, she had no real preferences. It was some kind of soup, the chef's special.
"By the way," The waitress said before leaving. "Missy was looking for you, Will."
"If she comes by again, tell her I'll be on duty all day."
"Can do."
"Thanks, Angel."
Angel winked and walked off, leaving Will and Jasmine to their meals. Once again, things were awkward. Jasmine spent most of the time staring at her bowl.
"Jasmine, I'm going to assume you've never had soup before."
She shook her head.
"Try it, I'm sure you'll like it. Just drink it down."
She stared at her soup for a little while longer before finally deciding to go for it. With no utensils, she had no choice but to stick her tongue inside and taste it that way. It was edible, as she expected, but something felt off.
"Um, Mr...Will, do you have a spoon?"
"...You want a...you can use a spoon?"
"Master James made me. 'Be civilized, or else.' That's what he taught me."
...And they say pokephiliacs brainwash their pokemon. This is terrible. It's gonna take weeks to months to break her out of these habits. Well past today, that's not my job. We have people for that. You'd be surprised how many pokemon have separation issues even from such abusive trainers and owners. I know a few that have been here for a year or so and still haven't gotten over their anxiety, well, until they met me. Though I try not to do the eye thing too much, feels like I'm the one doing the brainwashing.
Sighing to himself, Will waved down a nearby waitress. "Excuse me, could I get a spoon."
"Sure thing." She handed him one of three spoons in her apron and was on her way.
"Thank you. Here you go, Jasmine."
Will found it interesting to watch as Jasmine fiddled with the spoon. It took both of her hands to position it correctly, but within a few seconds, she had it in one hand, placed in an awkward manner between her three fingers. Weird as it looked, Jasmine could at least use the spoon.
Will smiled as he waited for Jasmine's inevitable reaction. He had brought quite a few pokemon to Open Skies, and so far, they had all reacted the same to the chef's special soup. The look on Jasmine's face was priceless after she took the first sip.
Shock, surprise, a little disbelief, always fun to watch.
The second sip came faster than the first. Even faster was the third. Will could already see, she loved it. She frantically scooped more and more from the bowl. After a short while, the spoon was proving to be useless as it just couldn't hold enough soup.
"Um, Jasmine, you don't have to use the spoon if you don't want to."
Jasmine froze, contemplating what to do next. Everything her master taught her told her to hold on to the spoon. But the soup was so delicious, and Will, she felt compelled to listen to him, again. Whatever was happening to her, she couldn't ignore it.
Jasmine gave in to her urges and chucked the spoon over the balcony. Will smiled again as he watched her grab the bowl and drink it down in a matter of seconds.
The road to recovery starts with a single sip, and a bad pun. Glad she's not too stuck in her old ways.
"Thank you, Master." Jasmine said with a smile and a burp.
Annnnd I spoke too soon.
It took Jasmine some time to realize what she had said. The longer it took, the more embarrassed she felt. "S-sorry, Mr. um...Will." She let out another loud burp before covering her mouth. Had she not had fur, Will was sure he would be able to see blush.
"It's fine. Still hungry?"
"Oh no, I'm fine." Moments after she finished, Jasmine's stomach growled. "Well...maybe a little."
Will couldn't help but chuckle.
After around five bowls of soup, they left Open Skies in search of housing for Jasmine. Will happened to know a few places. He lead Jasmine to a large apartment complex in downtown Eminence. It was an average looking place, but very clean on the inside.
"Well Jasmine, this is it. Put your fingertips here." To the left of every door in the complex was a small black square embedded in the wall. Jasmine had been wondering what they were for.
She placed her fingertips on the square and a white bar scanned them up and down. After a few beeps and blips, the door opened, revealing a small, but cozy studio apartment.
"Wow, Mr. um...Will. This is a really nice place."
"It's yours."
"Huh?"
"This is your apartment now, if you want it that is. You'd be surprised how many pokemon find places outside to sleep. Sometimes it's just more comfortable for them."
"But I don't have any money. How long can I stay?"
"Technically forever. You don't have to pay anything for this place. It's pokemon only, it has a recreation center, a free food court for residents, and if you really wanted, you could stay here for the rest of your life. Some do, some don't. You could always find a job and work your way toward a new place if you really wanted. There are plenty of jobs for pokemon around here, and they all pay well. But until you're comfortable, you should stay here. Explore the city a bit, get to know your way around first."
Everything was happening so fast it made Jasmine's head spin. She felt so worried. The prospect of being alone scared her the most.
"B-but Mr. Will, what if I get lost or mugged or attacked or-"
"It's not going to happen, but if you're really worried, we have people and pokemon willing to stay with you until you're comfortable on your own. They'll be with you every time you leave, and if you need them to, they'll stay here with you."
"...are you one of those people?"
"Well, no. I have lots of other things to take care of. I would if I could, but I have a very important job down here. I could have to leave at a moment's notice."
"Does that mean you could...be here until you're called..."
Some people are naturally very dependent on others. Sometimes you're born with it, sometimes it develops in childhood. Chances are it was her 'master' who forced it on her. Years of having to ask to do anything can do that to a person. She's clingy as it is, and my eyes aren't helping the situation either. Oh well.
Sighing, Will closed the door behind him. "I guess I can stay for a little while longer, but not too long, okay?"
At this, Jasmine smiled. She hadn't realized how much she was shaking until it stopped. However much time she could spend with Will, she would take. "Actually um, I'm feeling a little tired. Could you stay with me until I fall asleep?"
Will nodded and lead Jasmine to her bed. She wasn't sure why, but she felt giddy. Try as she might to maintain a semi-serious look, a big goofy smile kept finding its way onto her face. She had to slightly turn away from Will to avoid him seeing it. Upon reaching the bed, she hid her face behind the covers as she sat down.
"Could you sit behind me, Will?"
"Sure."
Jasmine's smile grew even wider as Will rubbed her head on the way toward the bed. As he removed his shoes and scooted up to the headboard, Jasmine scooted right in between his legs. She felt so comfortable resting her head on his chest, and even better, with her facing forward, he couldn't see her smile.
"Could you also...hold me?"
As Will wrapped his arms around her front, Jasmine had to fight to hold back her giggles. For the first time in years, she could sleep soundly, and she would take advantage of that fact while Will got lost in thought.
10 total. 3 on the floor, 3 on standby, 3 in the back, 1 in the booth. Before the operation even begins, 3 for preparations, 1 human. 1 psychic, 1 ghost. Yes! I think I got it, now for more important matters like 'what will it be today?' Big pokemon? Small pokemon? Nah, big this time, bipedal. Fire pokemon are usually the best mix of both rough and energetic, next to electric ones. Have I tried I magmar yet? I don't think so. Same with charizard. I've seen a few running around here, but which one today? Both? At the same time? Hell yes.
Just thinking about the day's activities had Will excited, a little too excited. As he contemplated his choice of pokemon, he paid no mind to his growing erection, or the fact that it poked Jasmine in the back. She had just closed her eyes when she felt it throb. She jumped at the opportunity.
Will came out of thought as Jasmine released herself from his arms. She turned to face him in something of a formal position, her knees down and her head bowed slightly.
"I can help you."
Needless to say, Will was confused. "Huh?"
"Please let me help you. I'll do whatever you want, Master."
Sudden as Jasmine was, she didn't surprise Will. "I'm not your mast-"
"Don't say that! Please...I...need a master."
"Jasmine...I can't. I mean I can't be with you all the time."
"Then please, just for now, be my master."
"But...I..." Will sighed. "Fuck. What do you want me to do?"
"Whatever you want. I'm yours to use."
That's all well and good, but I don't really want anything besides a root beer, and I don't think a fetch quest is what she had in mind. Then again, what she had in mind technically doesn't matter.
"Master, if you'd like, I can ease your physical tension."
That's what I thought. Sucks I can't use the 'only just met you' excuse. Doesn't really apply when I have sex with pokemon I've only just met all the time. Guess I should play along then, for now.
"Fine." He sighed as he went to undo his pants.
Jasmine was quick to stop him. "Please, Master. Allow me."
Will gave her a stern, almost annoyed look before relenting and moving his hands. Happy that she could please her master, Jasmine undid Will's pants with little effort. She unhooked the flaps and gently pulled the zipper apart, revealing Will's white underwear. Almost desperately, she pulled his pants down and threw them to the side. Will's underwear weren't far behind. Already he was almost fully erect.
I've gotta stop getting myself so excited.
As much as she wanted to admire Will's member, she couldn't keep her master waiting. She placed her hands on Will's thighs as she lowered her lips to his thick piece of meat. It throbbed as she ran her tongue along its tip, always a good sign in Jasmine's book. As she flicked her tongue back and forth across Will's head, he closed he eyes, leaning his head back as he lost himself in the feeling.
Jasmine licked up and down his pole, tickling it with the end of her muzzle. For never having done such a thing before, Jasmine was a natural. Her licks were long, firm, and wet. Her tongue was smooth, unlike many of the pokemon who tried to give Will blowjobs. Jasmine's urge to please was what drove her forward. She would make her master happy or die trying.
After a minute's worth of licks, she finally engulfed Will's member, slowly taking him in to the hilt. Will sighed as she tightened her mouth around him. Already she sucked on him, and loved the feeling of him throbbing in her mouth. The look on Will's face as well as his tiny spurts of pre told Jasmine how well she was doing. The better she did, the better she felt.
Resisting the urge to crack a smile, she began to bob her head, still maintaining the tightness of her mouth. As she drove her head down, she ran her tongue around Will's base. For the first time, she heard an audible gasp. She could see Will's breathing speed up as his chest heaved up and down.
She was doing so well, she could feel it, in more ways than one. Jasmine was growing aroused at her own actions. She found it hard to focus as her breath shuddered. It was almost as if she felt Will's pleasure surging through her body. Her breathing sped up to match his and her slit began to drip.
She gasped as Will did, her body shaking as she struggled to hold herself together. She did her best to keep her pace steady. It was harder than it looked. Still managing to hold her composure, Jasmine slowly increased her speed. Her shuddering was audible as she breathed sharply through her nose.
She twitched as Will twitched, gasped as he gasped. Her hands shook as her jaw began to quiver. She had to resist, but it was a losing battle. She slobbed over Will's pole, holding the moans in her throat as she tried to rush Will to orgasm.
He took so long to get off. Jasmine couldn't believe it. She couldn't let herself cum before him, absolutely not. She could only close her eyes and clench her hands and feet as she desperately tried hold herself back. It didn't work.
Mere moments before Will came, Jasmine lifted her head to moan. Her tongue flew free and drool began to fall from her mouth. Her body trembled violently as she sprayed the bed with her juices. Such a wonderful feeling. It surged throughout her body. Years of masturbation were nothing compared to this amazing orgasm, and she hadn't even been touched. How it happened, why is felt so good, Jasmine didn't care. It felt great, but as it died down, Jasmine knew there was something wrong. Will hadn't cum yet.
He was looking down at her with an incredulous look on his face. Only then did Jasmine fully realize her terrible mistake. "M-Master, I'm sorry." She spoke frantically, desperate for a way to explain herself. "I-I-I, you, I mean I didn't mean...I'm sorry, Master!" She lowered her head like before, only this time bowing all the way down to the bed.
Shit happens. If I've learned anything over these few months, it's that sometimes, you don't cum, not immediately anyway. Gotta make sure the ladies are feeling good first, you know?
"Jasmine, it's fine."
"Are...are you going to punish me?" She asked as she lifted her head slightly.
"No, of course not." Will could see the expression on her face. Disappointment. "What is it?"
"N-nothing, Master. Thank you."
"...you want to be punished, don't you?" Jasmine was silent. Will would have to use his 'authority' a bit. "Answer me, Jasmine."
"Y-yes, Master. I shouldn't have cum without your permission. It was wrong. Please punish me."
Will sighed. He was already going along with her little fantasy. He figured he might as well see it through. "Turn around. On your stomach."
Jasmine complied as quickly possible, hoping and praying that whatever Will was doing would hurt. She closed her eyes as she felt him move around behind her. He moved her hair to the side as he crawled over top her hind end. She felt a poke, a prod, and sharp pain as Will pierced her virgin asshole. Jasmine moaned before she knew it, her tongue once again flying free from her mouth.
It hurt, so bad, but Jasmine loved every second of it. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head from the intense pleasure. It was so unbearable, she almost came instantly, and she would have, had she not promised herself she wouldn't cum before her master.
Suddenly, Will grabbed hold of her muzzle, making sure her mouth was shut while he spoke. "If you cum before I say you can, I'll fuck your ass until it bleeds." That sounded promising. "Understand?"
Jasmine nodded her head, almost unable to contain her excitement.
This ain't exactly my cup of tea, but there are a lot of girls who are in to this sort of thing. Regardless of whether or not you like something, you get good at it if you do it enough, and I do it more than you think.
Though Will had never seen a zoroark to compare Jasmine to, she had quite the ass. It appeared very round and well-shaped as she lay flat on her stomach.
Jasmine did her best to make herself appealing to Will. Though she lay flat, her hind end was somewhat elevated, her knees holding it up as her feet hung in the air. It was uncomfortable, but Jasmine would bear anything for her master, especially when he brought her such pleasure.
Once again, she moaned out as Will withdrew his member. She moaned even louder as he pushed it forward. Will was pleased to find Jasmine's rump was as soft as it looked. Chuckling, he bent down to whisper in her ear. "You've got a pretty nice ass. I can't wait to wreck it." Without warning, Will turned rough. He pinned Jasmine's arms as he pierced her asshole over and over again.
A wide, blissful smile spread across her face as she was consumed by the pleasure. Already her eyes began to roll back in her head as her body started to quiver. What was it about the pain that drove her so wild? She had no idea, nor did she care. Knowing that she pleased her master, the feeling of being used, and the pain, the excruciating pain put her in orgasmic bliss.
It had barely been ten seconds when Will felt the telltale signs of impending orgasm.
DAMN, she's horny.
After one particularly rough slam, he went in to whisper again. "You're not thinking of cumming, are you?" Will asked as he accentuated his 'are' with a rough pound.
"No! No, Master!" Her wide smile, trembles, and heavy pants said otherwise.
"Really now?" Pulling Jasmine's head back by her hair, he gave her rump a few more rough pounds, and just as he thought, she came. She sprayed her own legs in cum as violent shakes wracked her body. Post orgasm, Will very slowly continued to pull in and out of her.
"I'm s-sorry, Master. Y-you're just so amazing." She managed to say through strained breath. "I promise not to-"
"It's too late for that. Ready or not, here I come."
Jasmine had only just come down from her orgasmic high when Will resumed pounding her. The smile never left her face as she was assaulted by an flurry of rough thrusts. Bliss returned. She couldn't help but scream 'Master' as Will brought her to orgasm once again. She had managed to hold on longer, but not by much.
Trapped at the height of pleasure, she could only writhe and moan as she came again and again in rapid succession. Continuous tremors shook her body. The pleasure was mind numbing, almost enough to make her pass out. But she had to hold on, the pleasure was too wonderful, and her master hadn't cum yet.
Orgasms and orgasms later, Will finally came. He hilted himself in Jasmine's ass, moaning as he filled it with cum. He continued to push himself forward, forcing the cum to fly outwards, landing on Jasmine's legs in loud, wet splats.
The last of it fell from her hole as Will removed himself. He was astonished at the extent of Jasmine's orgasms. The bed would never be the same again. The stench of hot, wet arousal was sunk so deep it would smell like sex for the rest of its days. The headboard was also soaked, as well as half of the wall. Will hadn't seen someone cum so much since Kelly.
Cumming like that and not being a water pokemon has got to be some kind of divine gift. It's pretty ridiculous.
"Master." Jasmine sighed.
"How's your butt feeling?"
"It's fine, Master.
"No it's not. Stay here." Jasmine couldn't really move anyway.
Grabbing his pants from the floor, Will pulled a small tube of ointment from his pocket.
What? On average I have sex like four times a day, one of which is guaranteed to include anal. This eases a girl's pain, as well as any burns I might get from fire pokemon. They're pretty excitable.
"Hold still, Jasmine. It'll be over before you know it." Will coated his finger in ointment and gently plunged it into Jasmine's tunnel. She yelped, but soon sighed as the cold paste eased some of her pain.
"Thank you, Master."
Will frowned. "Jasmine, I want you to think about this."
"About what?" From her uncomfortable position, the most Jasmine could do was turn her head slightly.
"About this 'Master' thing. Have you ever once wondered what it would be like to not have a master?"
"But-"
"Shhhh, think about it. Live on your own, do what you want, have no one tell you what to do? To not have to worry about pleasing someone else?"
"No...well maybe...not anymore. But I want to be with you, Master."
Will sighed. "How about this. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have someone answer to you? Have you ever wanted to be the master? Imagine it. 'What can I do for you, Mistress Jasmine? Would you like me to pleasure you, Mistress Jasmine? I love you, Mistress Jasmine.' Wouldn't that be nice?"
"Well...I don't know..."
"Would you like to try it?"
"I couldn't, I'm just not-"
"Answer the question. If you could try it, would you?"
"...yes."
"Then it's settled."
Jasmine looked confused as Will hopped off the bed and moved around to her front. He knelt down in front of her, smiling as he removed his glasses.
"M-Master, what are you doing?"
"Making you Mistress Jasmine."
"But how?"
"Just keep looking forward. And Jasmine, I just want to know, if it turns out this isn't what you want, come find me and I'll undo it. Give it some time, though. You might come to like it."
Forty-five short seconds later, Jasmine fell under Will's spell, and he began the change.
"Be strong, dominant. What you want, you take. Well, within legal limits of course. Nobody tells you how to live. You are a queen. You are Mistress Jasmine, and no one bosses you around. Now sleep. Be strong for me, Jasmine."
After failing to find both a charizard and a magmar, Will decided to call it a day and go home.
Gah, it's like...searching something in your house. You see it over and over again, but when you really need it, it disappears. Guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow for hot, dragon sex.
Will was moments away from opening his front door when someone called. "Excuse me, neighbor." There on the opposite side of the fence, Will's neighbor waved to him. Will had never seen the man. With medium-length blonde hair and blue eyes, the first phrase to came to Will's mind was 'pretty-boy.' "I'm sorry to bother you, but you wouldn't happen to have a cup of sugar would you?"
Sounds like something my grandma would ask.
The man couldn't help but feel the same. "Look at me, I sound like an old lady. I know it's really abrupt, but I boiled some water, put on the tea, opened my cupboard and lo and behold, I'm out of sugar."
"I think I have some in the kitchen."
"Thanks, Mr. um..."
"Will." Will smiled and extended his hand. The man gladly shook it.
"Nathan."
"I'll be right back."
As usual, Will was quiet entering his home. The TV was on, and as Will suspected, Grovyle was asleep on the couch. He tiptoed into the kitchen, filled a cup with a sugar, and snuck back outside, being very gentle with the door.
"Thank you. My tea would have been cold by the time I ran to the store. By the way, this kinda seems like an awkward question, but have you been in the neighborhood long?"
"A year or two now."
"Wow, where are my manners? All this time and I've never even gotten to know you. Would you like to come over for tea?"
"Ah, um, maybe later. I have to go feed my pokemon."
"Ah! So you have one too. Let me introduce you to mine. Helen, could you come out here? I have someone I want you to meet."
There was a long silence as Nathan looked toward his house. But soon enough, in a flash of multi-colored light, a pokemon appeared next to Nathan. A kadabra.
A very happy looking kadabra.
"Helen, this is our next door neighbor, Will."
Helen's words echoed in Will's head. Her voice had a mature ring to it. "Nice to meet you, Will." She said as she smiled and bowed halfway.
"Likewise. I'd show you mine, but she's sleeping at the moment."
I hate saying it like that. 'Mine' implies ownership, and I don't like thinking of it that way.
"Then you and Nathan have something in common." Helen's voice rang in Will's head again. "Sorry, your thoughts are very loud. It's hard not to hear them."
"It's okay..."
"What is it we have in common, Helen?"
"Will doesn't like to think of pokemon as pets either."
"Really now? How rare it is to actually meet someone with similar ideals. Treating pokemon so lowly is such abominable behavior. I think of Helen as more of a...roommate."
Helen was still smiling, and as chipper as ever. "Oh really? After twelve years, that's all I am to you?"
"Heh, or a close lady friend." Both Nathan and Helen's smiles turned into chuckles, and from there into laughs. It was surreal. To Will, they almost appeared a happily married couple, but they couldn't act like that all the time. True it wasn't illegal to be close to your pokemon, and technically it wasn't even illegal to kiss them on the lips. It's just that these things draw attention, and attention was the last thing a pokephiliac needed. Regardless, it was refreshing to find a neutral couple, compared to the extremes Will was so used to.
After the two stopped laughing, Will decided to cut their conversation short. "Well it was nice meeting you guys, but I think your tea's getting cold. Maybe we can get together some other time."
"Oh absolutely. We'd love to have to over, wouldn't we, Helen?"
Still smiling wide, Helen nodded. "Anytime."
Though their constant smiles and chipper demeanors made Will smile, he still felt awkward talking to them, and was a little happy to be away from them.
Weirdos.
Still trying to be sneaky, Will was gentle entering his house. But upon closing the door, he found Grovyle behind him, no doubt awakened by the loud neighbors.
"You're home early. Good, follow me."
Acting mode: on.
"You want me to follow you?"
"Cut the crap, I know you can understand me."
Acting mode: off. Critical failure.
Without waiting, Grovyle walked to the kitchen. Defeated, Will followed. Once inside, Grovyle motioned for Will to take a seat as she stood in front of the stove. "What do you want to eat?"
It took Will a moment to register what she said. "...huh?"
"I said, what do you want to eat?" She repeated much slower.
"Why would be cooking for me?"
Grovyle sighed. "Typical you would forget what today is. It's your birthday."
Oh wow, I totally forgot. That happens when you don't have a formal birthday party for a decade. My dad always just walked up and asked, 'What do you want?' That's how I remembered it was my birthday. It was never a huge occasion. I just got a present and we called it good.
"Heh, guess I forgot again, but you know how it is."
"Mhmm, so what do you want?"
"I don't know, pancakes?"
"For dinner? Fine."
"...you're taking the whole 'me lying to you' thing a lot better than I thought you would."
"I got over it months ago." Grovyle didn't bother to look back as she talked. She assembled the items she needed while maintaining a somewhat emotionless voice. "My only question is, 'Why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted it to be a surprise..."
"Well you sure took your sweet time."
"Sorry..."
"It's fine."
For a while afterwards, things were quiet. Will sat bored as he watched Grovyle make pancake's from scratch. She had become quite the cook in the past three months. Will's lessons really paid off. But as he watched her pour the batter, his mind began to wander as it usually did.
Damn Grovyle has a nice ass. A nice size too. Maybe a little small, but I like the shape. Wish I could just bend her over the stove and shove my-
"You want any fruit toppings, Will?"
"Nah."
I'd love to pound it, pound it hard. She may be a little small, but those thighs man. It's like they're getting bigger and bigger every day. She IS a bit of a couch potato after all. It's only natural she'd be a bit weighty.
"How many cakes?"
"Three."
Bet she's tight, really tight. Even tighter than that gardevoir I stuffed a few days ago. I wonder how she likes it. Soft? Or is she into-
"Want anything on the side?"
"Rough sex."
Yeah I bet she does. I bet she'd look good in an apron too. Bent over the stove she'd look...
It took a moment for Will to realize what he had said. Only after it was too late did he notice Grovyle staring at him in shock.
"I...didn't say that out loud, did I?"
Not that Grovyle had to say anything. The look on her face made it clear. Will had a slip of the tongue.
"Y-you know how it. I think about one thing and that leads to another and...I think you're burning the pancakes." He said in a nervous attempt to distract Grovyle.
It wouldn't have worked had she not smelled the smoke herself. She quickly saved the pancake and resumed cooking, feeling a bit more uncomfortable than before. She was fortunate, though, Will's slip-up had given her an idea.
Grovyle rushed to finish the last of his pancakes. Within ten minutes or so, she had made a pleasant little short-stack, all three cakes lined up perfectly just like the picture on box. She even placed a cut of butter on top. Will had to admit, it looked perfect.
As he dug into his pancakes, he couldn't help but feel nervous as Grovyle watched him from the other side of the table. He wouldn't look at her directly, but he could see the look on her face. A smile. A narrowed eyed, mischievous smile. It was off-putting to say the least.
Halfway through his pancakes, Will froze as Grovyle asked him something. "So, you like rough sex?"
Will almost spat out his pancakes at the question. "This is the first time we've ever gotten to speak and this is what you ask?"
"Don't talk with your mouth full. And it's just a curious question. What, too embarrassed to discuss it with me?"
The sarcastic tone in her voice would have pissed Will off had Grovyle not already backed him into a corner. Answering couldn't hurt that much, could it? "Yes." He said as quietly as possible.
"I see. Do you prefer it to regular sex?"
"No." Will sunk lower and lower into his chair at every question.
"Would you say you like tall women or short women?"
"Tall"
"Thick or thin?"
"Thick."
"Bi-pedal or quadrupedal?"
"Alright, I'm done." As fast as he could, Will slid out of his chair and made for the hallway. Halfway there, Grovyle called to him, a sincere, almost hurt tone in her voice.
"Will, you didn't even finish your pancakes. And I went through so much trouble making them too." She sighed. "I'm sorry I'm not a very good cook. I just wanted to do something special for your birthday." She finished off with a very convincing sniffle.
Will knew undeniably that she was faking, but his conscious wouldn't allow him to leave.
Fuck!
Gritting his teeth, he returned to his seat. Despite the tone of her voice, Grovyle's expression hadn't changed. "I was wondering if you could answer that question for me, Will."
"Look, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but it isn't funny."
"You know what else isn't funny? You hiding things from me."
"I'll hide whatever the fuck I want to. My life is none of your business."
"You know, I could understand you getting angry about me diving into your personal life, but these questions are just for fun. I mean I doubt you've ever been with a woman, well, other than your hand."
"Bullshit!" He yelled as he slammed the table. "Just today I..." Will had caught himself too late. Grovyle's smile widened as she watched Will mentally kick himself for being an idiot.
"Just today you what?"
"I'm going..."
He calmly and quietly left the room, doing his best to ignore Grovyle's huge smile. She watched him go, all the way out of the kitchen. She listened to his footsteps as he walked down the hall, past the living room, and out the door. Only then did her smile fade as she felt a tinge of sadness.Chapter End Notes:Read, Review, or Enjoy. Do one while I'm asleep.
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Will walked through the club's front door once again, unfazed by the spritz of odorless mist he had become so accustomed to.
One for early preparations, three in the back, another few on standby, just in case, and another outside the door, jeez, this is gonna be hard to coordinate. I may have to-
"Will!" A familiar voice called from behind. "Knew you'd be here today." The blaziken ran up, smiling as she draped her arm over Will's shoulder. Another pokemon soon followed. Every time Will entered the door it was always the same routine. Soon, he had an entourage composed of a blaziken, two zangoose, an absol, and a kangaskhan, all talking at once and regaling Will with stories of their day. Any other time, he would have stopped to listen, but this day, duty called.
"Girls, I'd love to stay, but I can't today. Unless you're looking for volunteer work, I gotta go."
Not a single girl hesitated to volunteer.
"I'm up for some work."
"Me too."
"Sure, why not."
"Anything for you, Will."
Will smiled. It was always good to know he had such a loyal following. "Thanks, I owe you one."
Every girl spoke at the same time, but they were all just variations of, "You owe us more than that." Everyone had good laugh along the way.
13 agents? 3 on the floor, 3 on standby, 1 in the booth, 1 for preparations, 3 in the back 40 for fucking cake and ice cream. Ugh, fuck this, I'm done. Got plenty of time, I'll think about it later. We have a shipment coming today and since it's technically an operation, it's my job to handle it. What's in the shipment? Pokemon of course!
Will and his volunteers - who grew in number along way - sat high on a balcony above a spacious room filled to the brim with various pokemon. The confused pokemon all murmured amongst themselves, unsure of where they were or what was to become of them.
Salem's swampert, Kelly stood next to Will. "Sure brought a lot of volunteers with you. Seems a bit excessive," She said motioning to her own group of workers behind her. They vastly outnumbered Will's.
"They wanted to help. Can't turn down free work can we?"
"I suppose not."
"Let's get started then, mic please."
Will cleared his throat, Kelly tossed him the mic, and he began.
"I'm sorry we kept you all waiting. My name is Will, this is Kelly, and these - " He motioned to all of the volunteer pokemon. " - are you're new friends. Now I'm sure some of you are scared or confused, but we're here to tell you there's no reason to be. I can personally guarantee you're safer here than anywhere else in the world. For those that are still confused, this should clear things up. Kelly."
Kelly pulled a remote from her back. Hitting the button, the room started to rumble. Most pokemon were noticeably panicked, but panic turned to awe as the giant wall behind Will and his volunteers opened. Bright sunlight filled the room as the wall shifted. A city came into view, a sunny day, green grass and meadows, Salem's perfect world.
"I'd like to be the first to welcome you all to the club."
The pokemon broke into cheers and shouts of disbelief. Will had seen it all before. Even pokemon had heard rumors of the club. They could be just as skeptical as humans.
"Settle down, settle down. I know this seems like a big step for some of you, and it may be a little hard to believe, but seeing is believing, and trust me when I say there's plenty to see. Now we wouldn't just throw you into this world without any kind of guidance. It's a big place after all. That's where your new friends come in. Everyone here, myself included, is here to help you. We'll show you ropes, find you a place to stay, and so forth. Pair up and have fun. I guarantee you'll love it here.
Every month or so, Byron's team goes hunting through pokemon orphanages, and this is the result. Pokemon are screened just like humans, because there are rare cases of intolerant pokemon. They help antipokephiliacs and generally make our job here at the club a pain in the ass. But like I said, they're rare. Pokemon tend to be a bit more open minded.
Partnered up, the pokemon began to walk toward the city. Little by little, the room emptied, leaving one pokemon behind, and plenty of volunteers.
"Kelly...what's that?" Will asked as he pointed to the straggler.
"That's a zoroark if I remember correctly. They've just recently been discovered. Astounding really, didn't think we would have one in the club so soon."
"Well it looks to me like she doesn't want to be here."
"Why don't you fix that then?"
"The way you said it makes it seem like we're going to brainwash her."
"Well we could..."
"...You're weird, you know that?"
"Yep."
There were quite a few pokemon gathering around the zoroark, but she seemed to reject them all.
Probably a little scared, we get these all the time.
All eyes turned to Will as he arrived. "What's going on guys?"
"Will, thank goodness you're here. She won't listen to us no matter what we say. I think she's scared."
"I'll handle it. You guys can go."
The pokemon all looked at each other and shrugged. If Will said he could handle it, he could handle it. That was for sure. They all dispersed and left Will to the zoroark, confident he would break her of her shyness.
Will could almost feel her apprehension from a distance. She made every gesture suggesting a timid personality. Shakes, quivers, fidgeting, it was nothing he hadn't seen before.
"I think you already know, but my name's Will. May I ask yours?"
The zoroark would barely look him in the eye, let alone speak.
"Hmm, you're not scared are you? Because if you are, there's no reason to be. We just want to help you."
After a long, awkward silence, Will sighed and removed his glasses. Within seconds, he had the zoroak's full attention.
"Talk." He said bluntly.
Speechless as the zoroark was, she seemed compelled to move her lips. "H-hi."
Will's friendly demeanor returned upon hearing her voice. "Well that's a start. Do you have a name?"
"J-Jasmine."
"That's a beautiful name. Jasmine, I want you to do something for me. Stop shaking, and calm down."
Against her own will, Jasmine stopped shaking, the tense feeling in her body just seeming to melt away. She couldn't place it, but something about Will's presence was calming, like talking to an old friend. It had only been a minute since they met, but she felt she could trust him. "Mr. um, Will, sir."
"No need to be formal. Call me whatever you like, lord knows everyone else does." Will said as he slid his glasses back on.
"Then um, we were traveling for a long time, and there wasn't much food, so could we maybe find something to eat?"
Will smiled, holding out his hand. "Of course we can. Come on."
As Jasmine took his hand, a smile found its way onto her face. Whatever it was Will had done to her, she liked it.
It was a bright day in Eminence, warm as usual. Will had taken Jasmine to one of his favorite restaurants: Open Skies, a one of a kind restaurant with a simple theme: open skies. Open Skies' building was tall, it had to be. Customers couldn't eat inside, there was no room. Instead, they ate on one of the establishment's many balconies. The balconies themselves spiraled up the outside of the building so that no person would feel they had a roof overhead. They also had great food and the prices weren't too high either.
Will always picked a balcony halfway up the building, not too high, not too low. The view over the city was breathtaking as always.
"Jasmine, I take it you're not used to city life."
Still feeling somewhat nervous, she shook her head and said nothing.
"I can understand how out-of-place you must feel, but I can't stress enough how safe you are here. I've seen the shyest people become partiers after some time down here."
Again, Jasmine said nothing. The food hadn't come, so the most they could do was sit in awkward silence. Jasmine refused to make eye contact.
Will sighed. "So...tell me about yourself."
"Like what?"
"Well, where did you used to live?"
"I don't know..."
"You don't know?"
"...In a mansion."
"Okay...with other people?"
"With Master James."
"Did he make you call him that?"
Jasmine nodded.
"What happened to him?"
"Arrested."
"For?"
"Pokephilia."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, he was...bad."
"What was his full name? If you don't mind me asking."
"James Servus."
James Servus, he was number five on our list. High ranking antipokephiliac. Hmph, this happens sometimes, can't be helped.
The food arrived a minute later. Will had ordered a simple burger while the chef chose for Jasmine. After a life of nothing but pokechow, she had no real preferences. It was some kind of soup, the chef's special.
"By the way," The waitress said before leaving. "Missy was looking for you, Will."
"If she comes by again, tell her I'll be on duty all day."
"Can do."
"Thanks, Angel."
Angel winked and walked off, leaving Will and Jasmine to their meals. Once again, things were awkward. Jasmine spent most of the time staring at her bowl.
"Jasmine, I'm going to assume you've never had soup before."
She shook her head.
"Try it, I'm sure you'll like it. Just drink it down."
She stared at her soup for a little while longer before finally deciding to go for it. With no utensils, she had no choice but to stick her tongue inside and taste it that way. It was edible, as she expected, but something felt off.
"Um, Mr...Will, do you have a spoon?"
"...You want a...you can use a spoon?"
"Master James made me. 'Be civilized, or else.' That's what he taught me."
...And they say pokephiliacs brainwash their pokemon. This is terrible. It's gonna take weeks to months to break her out of these habits. Well past today, that's not my job. We have people for that. You'd be surprised how many pokemon have separation issues even from such abusive trainers and owners. I know a few that have been here for a year or so and still haven't gotten over their anxiety, well, until they met me. Though I try not to do the eye thing too much, feels like I'm the one doing the brainwashing.
Sighing to himself, Will waved down a nearby waitress. "Excuse me, could I get a spoon."
"Sure thing." She handed him one of three spoons in her apron and was on her way.
"Thank you. Here you go, Jasmine."
Will found it interesting to watch as Jasmine fiddled with the spoon. It took both of her hands to position it correctly, but within a few seconds, she had it in one hand, placed in an awkward manner between her three fingers. Weird as it looked, Jasmine could at least use the spoon.
Will smiled as he waited for Jasmine's inevitable reaction. He had brought quite a few pokemon to Open Skies, and so far, they had all reacted the same to the chef's special soup. The look on Jasmine's face was priceless after she took the first sip.
Shock, surprise, a little disbelief, always fun to watch.
The second sip came faster than the first. Even faster was the third. Will could already see, she loved it. She frantically scooped more and more from the bowl. After a short while, the spoon was proving to be useless as it just couldn't hold enough soup.
"Um, Jasmine, you don't have to use the spoon if you don't want to."
Jasmine froze, contemplating what to do next. Everything her master taught her told her to hold on to the spoon. But the soup was so delicious, and Will, she felt compelled to listen to him, again. Whatever was happening to her, she couldn't ignore it.
Jasmine gave in to her urges and chucked the spoon over the balcony. Will smiled again as he watched her grab the bowl and drink it down in a matter of seconds.
The road to recovery starts with a single sip, and a bad pun. Glad she's not too stuck in her old ways.
"Thank you, Master." Jasmine said with a smile and a burp.
Annnnd I spoke too soon.
It took Jasmine some time to realize what she had said. The longer it took, the more embarrassed she felt. "S-sorry, Mr. um...Will." She let out another loud burp before covering her mouth. Had she not had fur, Will was sure he would be able to see blush.
"It's fine. Still hungry?"
"Oh no, I'm fine." Moments after she finished, Jasmine's stomach growled. "Well...maybe a little."
Will couldn't help but chuckle.
After around five bowls of soup, they left Open Skies in search of housing for Jasmine. Will happened to know a few places. He lead Jasmine to a large apartment complex in downtown Eminence. It was an average looking place, but very clean on the inside.
"Well Jasmine, this is it. Put your fingertips here." To the left of every door in the complex was a small black square embedded in the wall. Jasmine had been wondering what they were for.
She placed her fingertips on the square and a white bar scanned them up and down. After a few beeps and blips, the door opened, revealing a small, but cozy studio apartment.
"Wow, Mr. um...Will. This is a really nice place."
"It's yours."
"Huh?"
"This is your apartment now, if you want it that is. You'd be surprised how many pokemon find places outside to sleep. Sometimes it's just more comfortable for them."
"But I don't have any money. How long can I stay?"
"Technically forever. You don't have to pay anything for this place. It's pokemon only, it has a recreation center, a free food court for residents, and if you really wanted, you could stay here for the rest of your life. Some do, some don't. You could always find a job and work your way toward a new place if you really wanted. There are plenty of jobs for pokemon around here, and they all pay well. But until you're comfortable, you should stay here. Explore the city a bit, get to know your way around first."
Everything was happening so fast it made Jasmine's head spin. She felt so worried. The prospect of being alone scared her the most.
"B-but Mr. Will, what if I get lost or mugged or attacked or-"
"It's not going to happen, but if you're really worried, we have people and pokemon willing to stay with you until you're comfortable on your own. They'll be with you every time you leave, and if you need them to, they'll stay here with you."
"...are you one of those people?"
"Well, no. I have lots of other things to take care of. I would if I could, but I have a very important job down here. I could have to leave at a moment's notice."
"Does that mean you could...be here until you're called..."
Some people are naturally very dependent on others. Sometimes you're born with it, sometimes it develops in childhood. Chances are it was her 'master' who forced it on her. Years of having to ask to do anything can do that to a person. She's clingy as it is, and my eyes aren't helping the situation either. Oh well.
Sighing, Will closed the door behind him. "I guess I can stay for a little while longer, but not too long, okay?"
At this, Jasmine smiled. She hadn't realized how much she was shaking until it stopped. However much time she could spend with Will, she would take. "Actually um, I'm feeling a little tired. Could you stay with me until I fall asleep?"
Will nodded and lead Jasmine to her bed. She wasn't sure why, but she felt giddy. Try as she might to maintain a semi-serious look, a big goofy smile kept finding its way onto her face. She had to slightly turn away from Will to avoid him seeing it. Upon reaching the bed, she hid her face behind the covers as she sat down.
"Could you sit behind me, Will?"
"Sure."
Jasmine's smile grew even wider as Will rubbed her head on the way toward the bed. As he removed his shoes and scooted up to the headboard, Jasmine scooted right in between his legs. She felt so comfortable resting her head on his chest, and even better, with her facing forward, he couldn't see her smile.
"Could you also...hold me?"
As Will wrapped his arms around her front, Jasmine had to fight to hold back her giggles. For the first time in years, she could sleep soundly, and she would take advantage of that fact while Will got lost in thought.
10 total. 3 on the floor, 3 on standby, 3 in the back, 1 in the booth. Before the operation even begins, 3 for preparations, 1 human. 1 psychic, 1 ghost. Yes! I think I got it, now for more important matters like 'what will it be today?' Big pokemon? Small pokemon? Nah, big this time, bipedal. Fire pokemon are usually the best mix of both rough and energetic, next to electric ones. Have I tried I magmar yet? I don't think so. Same with charizard. I've seen a few running around here, but which one today? Both? At the same time? Hell yes.
Just thinking about the day's activities had Will excited, a little too excited. As he contemplated his choice of pokemon, he paid no mind to his growing erection, or the fact that it poked Jasmine in the back. She had just closed her eyes when she felt it throb. She jumped at the opportunity.
Will came out of thought as Jasmine released herself from his arms. She turned to face him in something of a formal position, her knees down and her head bowed slightly.
"I can help you."
Needless to say, Will was confused. "Huh?"
"Please let me help you. I'll do whatever you want, Master."
Sudden as Jasmine was, she didn't surprise Will. "I'm not your mast-"
"Don't say that! Please...I...need a master."
"Jasmine...I can't. I mean I can't be with you all the time."
"Then please, just for now, be my master."
"But...I..." Will sighed. "Fuck. What do you want me to do?"
"Whatever you want. I'm yours to use."
That's all well and good, but I don't really want anything besides a root beer, and I don't think a fetch quest is what she had in mind. Then again, what she had in mind technically doesn't matter.
"Master, if you'd like, I can ease your physical tension."
That's what I thought. Sucks I can't use the 'only just met you' excuse. Doesn't really apply when I have sex with pokemon I've only just met all the time. Guess I should play along then, for now.
"Fine." He sighed as he went to undo his pants.
Jasmine was quick to stop him. "Please, Master. Allow me."
Will gave her a stern, almost annoyed look before relenting and moving his hands. Happy that she could please her master, Jasmine undid Will's pants with little effort. She unhooked the flaps and gently pulled the zipper apart, revealing Will's white underwear. Almost desperately, she pulled his pants down and threw them to the side. Will's underwear weren't far behind. Already he was almost fully erect.
I've gotta stop getting myself so excited.
As much as she wanted to admire Will's member, she couldn't keep her master waiting. She placed her hands on Will's thighs as she lowered her lips to his thick piece of meat. It throbbed as she ran her tongue along its tip, always a good sign in Jasmine's book. As she flicked her tongue back and forth across Will's head, he closed he eyes, leaning his head back as he lost himself in the feeling.
Jasmine licked up and down his pole, tickling it with the end of her muzzle. For never having done such a thing before, Jasmine was a natural. Her licks were long, firm, and wet. Her tongue was smooth, unlike many of the pokemon who tried to give Will blowjobs. Jasmine's urge to please was what drove her forward. She would make her master happy or die trying.
After a minute's worth of licks, she finally engulfed Will's member, slowly taking him in to the hilt. Will sighed as she tightened her mouth around him. Already she sucked on him, and loved the feeling of him throbbing in her mouth. The look on Will's face as well as his tiny spurts of pre told Jasmine how well she was doing. The better she did, the better she felt.
Resisting the urge to crack a smile, she began to bob her head, still maintaining the tightness of her mouth. As she drove her head down, she ran her tongue around Will's base. For the first time, she heard an audible gasp. She could see Will's breathing speed up as his chest heaved up and down.
She was doing so well, she could feel it, in more ways than one. Jasmine was growing aroused at her own actions. She found it hard to focus as her breath shuddered. It was almost as if she felt Will's pleasure surging through her body. Her breathing sped up to match his and her slit began to drip.
She gasped as Will did, her body shaking as she struggled to hold herself together. She did her best to keep her pace steady. It was harder than it looked. Still managing to hold her composure, Jasmine slowly increased her speed. Her shuddering was audible as she breathed sharply through her nose.
She twitched as Will twitched, gasped as he gasped. Her hands shook as her jaw began to quiver. She had to resist, but it was a losing battle. She slobbed over Will's pole, holding the moans in her throat as she tried to rush Will to orgasm.
He took so long to get off. Jasmine couldn't believe it. She couldn't let herself cum before him, absolutely not. She could only close her eyes and clench her hands and feet as she desperately tried hold herself back. It didn't work.
Mere moments before Will came, Jasmine lifted her head to moan. Her tongue flew free and drool began to fall from her mouth. Her body trembled violently as she sprayed the bed with her juices. Such a wonderful feeling. It surged throughout her body. Years of masturbation were nothing compared to this amazing orgasm, and she hadn't even been touched. How it happened, why is felt so good, Jasmine didn't care. It felt great, but as it died down, Jasmine knew there was something wrong. Will hadn't cum yet.
He was looking down at her with an incredulous look on his face. Only then did Jasmine fully realize her terrible mistake. "M-Master, I'm sorry." She spoke frantically, desperate for a way to explain herself. "I-I-I, you, I mean I didn't mean...I'm sorry, Master!" She lowered her head like before, only this time bowing all the way down to the bed.
Shit happens. If I've learned anything over these few months, it's that sometimes, you don't cum, not immediately anyway. Gotta make sure the ladies are feeling good first, you know?
"Jasmine, it's fine."
"Are...are you going to punish me?" She asked as she lifted her head slightly.
"No, of course not." Will could see the expression on her face. Disappointment. "What is it?"
"N-nothing, Master. Thank you."
"...you want to be punished, don't you?" Jasmine was silent. Will would have to use his 'authority' a bit. "Answer me, Jasmine."
"Y-yes, Master. I shouldn't have cum without your permission. It was wrong. Please punish me."
Will sighed. He was already going along with her little fantasy. He figured he might as well see it through. "Turn around. On your stomach."
Jasmine complied as quickly possible, hoping and praying that whatever Will was doing would hurt. She closed her eyes as she felt him move around behind her. He moved her hair to the side as he crawled over top her hind end. She felt a poke, a prod, and sharp pain as Will pierced her virgin asshole. Jasmine moaned before she knew it, her tongue once again flying free from her mouth.
It hurt, so bad, but Jasmine loved every second of it. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head from the intense pleasure. It was so unbearable, she almost came instantly, and she would have, had she not promised herself she wouldn't cum before her master.
Suddenly, Will grabbed hold of her muzzle, making sure her mouth was shut while he spoke. "If you cum before I say you can, I'll fuck your ass until it bleeds." That sounded promising. "Understand?"
Jasmine nodded her head, almost unable to contain her excitement.
This ain't exactly my cup of tea, but there are a lot of girls who are in to this sort of thing. Regardless of whether or not you like something, you get good at it if you do it enough, and I do it more than you think.
Though Will had never seen a zoroark to compare Jasmine to, she had quite the ass. It appeared very round and well-shaped as she lay flat on her stomach.
Jasmine did her best to make herself appealing to Will. Though she lay flat, her hind end was somewhat elevated, her knees holding it up as her feet hung in the air. It was uncomfortable, but Jasmine would bear anything for her master, especially when he brought her such pleasure.
Once again, she moaned out as Will withdrew his member. She moaned even louder as he pushed it forward. Will was pleased to find Jasmine's rump was as soft as it looked. Chuckling, he bent down to whisper in her ear. "You've got a pretty nice ass. I can't wait to wreck it." Without warning, Will turned rough. He pinned Jasmine's arms as he pierced her asshole over and over again.
A wide, blissful smile spread across her face as she was consumed by the pleasure. Already her eyes began to roll back in her head as her body started to quiver. What was it about the pain that drove her so wild? She had no idea, nor did she care. Knowing that she pleased her master, the feeling of being used, and the pain, the excruciating pain put her in orgasmic bliss.
It had barely been ten seconds when Will felt the telltale signs of impending orgasm.
DAMN, she's horny.
After one particularly rough slam, he went in to whisper again. "You're not thinking of cumming, are you?" Will asked as he accentuated his 'are' with a rough pound.
"No! No, Master!" Her wide smile, trembles, and heavy pants said otherwise.
"Really now?" Pulling Jasmine's head back by her hair, he gave her rump a few more rough pounds, and just as he thought, she came. She sprayed her own legs in cum as violent shakes wracked her body. Post orgasm, Will very slowly continued to pull in and out of her.
"I'm s-sorry, Master. Y-you're just so amazing." She managed to say through strained breath. "I promise not to-"
"It's too late for that. Ready or not, here I come."
Jasmine had only just come down from her orgasmic high when Will resumed pounding her. The smile never left her face as she was assaulted by an flurry of rough thrusts. Bliss returned. She couldn't help but scream 'Master' as Will brought her to orgasm once again. She had managed to hold on longer, but not by much.
Trapped at the height of pleasure, she could only writhe and moan as she came again and again in rapid succession. Continuous tremors shook her body. The pleasure was mind numbing, almost enough to make her pass out. But she had to hold on, the pleasure was too wonderful, and her master hadn't cum yet.
Orgasms and orgasms later, Will finally came. He hilted himself in Jasmine's ass, moaning as he filled it with cum. He continued to push himself forward, forcing the cum to fly outwards, landing on Jasmine's legs in loud, wet splats.
The last of it fell from her hole as Will removed himself. He was astonished at the extent of Jasmine's orgasms. The bed would never be the same again. The stench of hot, wet arousal was sunk so deep it would smell like sex for the rest of its days. The headboard was also soaked, as well as half of the wall. Will hadn't seen someone cum so much since Kelly.
Cumming like that and not being a water pokemon has got to be some kind of divine gift. It's pretty ridiculous.
"Master." Jasmine sighed.
"How's your butt feeling?"
"It's fine, Master.
"No it's not. Stay here." Jasmine couldn't really move anyway.
Grabbing his pants from the floor, Will pulled a small tube of ointment from his pocket.
What? On average I have sex like four times a day, one of which is guaranteed to include anal. This eases a girl's pain, as well as any burns I might get from fire pokemon. They're pretty excitable.
"Hold still, Jasmine. It'll be over before you know it." Will coated his finger in ointment and gently plunged it into Jasmine's tunnel. She yelped, but soon sighed as the cold paste eased some of her pain.
"Thank you, Master."
Will frowned. "Jasmine, I want you to think about this."
"About what?" From her uncomfortable position, the most Jasmine could do was turn her head slightly.
"About this 'Master' thing. Have you ever once wondered what it would be like to not have a master?"
"But-"
"Shhhh, think about it. Live on your own, do what you want, have no one tell you what to do? To not have to worry about pleasing someone else?"
"No...well maybe...not anymore. But I want to be with you, Master."
Will sighed. "How about this. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have someone answer to you? Have you ever wanted to be the master? Imagine it. 'What can I do for you, Mistress Jasmine? Would you like me to pleasure you, Mistress Jasmine? I love you, Mistress Jasmine.' Wouldn't that be nice?"
"Well...I don't know..."
"Would you like to try it?"
"I couldn't, I'm just not-"
"Answer the question. If you could try it, would you?"
"...yes."
"Then it's settled."
Jasmine looked confused as Will hopped off the bed and moved around to her front. He knelt down in front of her, smiling as he removed his glasses.
"M-Master, what are you doing?"
"Making you Mistress Jasmine."
"But how?"
"Just keep looking forward. And Jasmine, I just want to know, if it turns out this isn't what you want, come find me and I'll undo it. Give it some time, though. You might come to like it."
Forty-five short seconds later, Jasmine fell under Will's spell, and he began the change.
"Be strong, dominant. What you want, you take. Well, within legal limits of course. Nobody tells you how to live. You are a queen. You are Mistress Jasmine, and no one bosses you around. Now sleep. Be strong for me, Jasmine."
After failing to find both a charizard and a magmar, Will decided to call it a day and go home.
Gah, it's like...searching something in your house. You see it over and over again, but when you really need it, it disappears. Guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow for hot, dragon sex.
Will was moments away from opening his front door when someone called. "Excuse me, neighbor." There on the opposite side of the fence, Will's neighbor waved to him. Will had never seen the man. With medium-length blonde hair and blue eyes, the first phrase to came to Will's mind was 'pretty-boy.' "I'm sorry to bother you, but you wouldn't happen to have a cup of sugar would you?"
Sounds like something my grandma would ask.
The man couldn't help but feel the same. "Look at me, I sound like an old lady. I know it's really abrupt, but I boiled some water, put on the tea, opened my cupboard and lo and behold, I'm out of sugar."
"I think I have some in the kitchen."
"Thanks, Mr. um..."
"Will." Will smiled and extended his hand. The man gladly shook it.
"Nathan."
"I'll be right back."
As usual, Will was quiet entering his home. The TV was on, and as Will suspected, Grovyle was asleep on the couch. He tiptoed into the kitchen, filled a cup with a sugar, and snuck back outside, being very gentle with the door.
"Thank you. My tea would have been cold by the time I ran to the store. By the way, this kinda seems like an awkward question, but have you been in the neighborhood long?"
"A year or two now."
"Wow, where are my manners? All this time and I've never even gotten to know you. Would you like to come over for tea?"
"Ah, um, maybe later. I have to go feed my pokemon."
"Ah! So you have one too. Let me introduce you to mine. Helen, could you come out here? I have someone I want you to meet."
There was a long silence as Nathan looked toward his house. But soon enough, in a flash of multi-colored light, a pokemon appeared next to Nathan. A kadabra.
A very happy looking kadabra.
"Helen, this is our next door neighbor, Will."
Helen's words echoed in Will's head. Her voice had a mature ring to it. "Nice to meet you, Will." She said as she smiled and bowed halfway.
"Likewise. I'd show you mine, but she's sleeping at the moment."
I hate saying it like that. 'Mine' implies ownership, and I don't like thinking of it that way.
"Then you and Nathan have something in common." Helen's voice rang in Will's head again. "Sorry, your thoughts are very loud. It's hard not to hear them."
"It's okay..."
"What is it we have in common, Helen?"
"Will doesn't like to think of pokemon as pets either."
"Really now? How rare it is to actually meet someone with similar ideals. Treating pokemon so lowly is such abominable behavior. I think of Helen as more of a...roommate."
Helen was still smiling, and as chipper as ever. "Oh really? After twelve years, that's all I am to you?"
"Heh, or a close lady friend." Both Nathan and Helen's smiles turned into chuckles, and from there into laughs. It was surreal. To Will, they almost appeared a happily married couple, but they couldn't act like that all the time. True it wasn't illegal to be close to your pokemon, and technically it wasn't even illegal to kiss them on the lips. It's just that these things draw attention, and attention was the last thing a pokephiliac needed. Regardless, it was refreshing to find a neutral couple, compared to the extremes Will was so used to.
After the two stopped laughing, Will decided to cut their conversation short. "Well it was nice meeting you guys, but I think your tea's getting cold. Maybe we can get together some other time."
"Oh absolutely. We'd love to have to over, wouldn't we, Helen?"
Still smiling wide, Helen nodded. "Anytime."
Though their constant smiles and chipper demeanors made Will smile, he still felt awkward talking to them, and was a little happy to be away from them.
Weirdos.
Still trying to be sneaky, Will was gentle entering his house. But upon closing the door, he found Grovyle behind him, no doubt awakened by the loud neighbors.
"You're home early. Good, follow me."
Acting mode: on.
"You want me to follow you?"
"Cut the crap, I know you can understand me."
Acting mode: off. Critical failure.
Without waiting, Grovyle walked to the kitchen. Defeated, Will followed. Once inside, Grovyle motioned for Will to take a seat as she stood in front of the stove. "What do you want to eat?"
It took Will a moment to register what she said. "...huh?"
"I said, what do you want to eat?" She repeated much slower.
"Why would be cooking for me?"
Grovyle sighed. "Typical you would forget what today is. It's your birthday."
Oh wow, I totally forgot. That happens when you don't have a formal birthday party for a decade. My dad always just walked up and asked, 'What do you want?' That's how I remembered it was my birthday. It was never a huge occasion. I just got a present and we called it good.
"Heh, guess I forgot again, but you know how it is."
"Mhmm, so what do you want?"
"I don't know, pancakes?"
"For dinner? Fine."
"...you're taking the whole 'me lying to you' thing a lot better than I thought you would."
"I got over it months ago." Grovyle didn't bother to look back as she talked. She assembled the items she needed while maintaining a somewhat emotionless voice. "My only question is, 'Why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted it to be a surprise..."
"Well you sure took your sweet time."
"Sorry..."
"It's fine."
For a while afterwards, things were quiet. Will sat bored as he watched Grovyle make pancake's from scratch. She had become quite the cook in the past three months. Will's lessons really paid off. But as he watched her pour the batter, his mind began to wander as it usually did.
Damn Grovyle has a nice ass. A nice size too. Maybe a little small, but I like the shape. Wish I could just bend her over the stove and shove my-
"You want any fruit toppings, Will?"
"Nah."
I'd love to pound it, pound it hard. She may be a little small, but those thighs man. It's like they're getting bigger and bigger every day. She IS a bit of a couch potato after all. It's only natural she'd be a bit weighty.
"How many cakes?"
"Three."
Bet she's tight, really tight. Even tighter than that gardevoir I stuffed a few days ago. I wonder how she likes it. Soft? Or is she into-
"Want anything on the side?"
"Rough sex."
Yeah I bet she does. I bet she'd look good in an apron too. Bent over the stove she'd look...
It took a moment for Will to realize what he had said. Only after it was too late did he notice Grovyle staring at him in shock.
"I...didn't say that out loud, did I?"
Not that Grovyle had to say anything. The look on her face made it clear. Will had a slip of the tongue.
"Y-you know how it. I think about one thing and that leads to another and...I think you're burning the pancakes." He said in a nervous attempt to distract Grovyle.
It wouldn't have worked had she not smelled the smoke herself. She quickly saved the pancake and resumed cooking, feeling a bit more uncomfortable than before. She was fortunate, though, Will's slip-up had given her an idea.
Grovyle rushed to finish the last of his pancakes. Within ten minutes or so, she had made a pleasant little short-stack, all three cakes lined up perfectly just like the picture on box. She even placed a cut of butter on top. Will had to admit, it looked perfect.
As he dug into his pancakes, he couldn't help but feel nervous as Grovyle watched him from the other side of the table. He wouldn't look at her directly, but he could see the look on her face. A smile. A narrowed eyed, mischievous smile. It was off-putting to say the least.
Halfway through his pancakes, Will froze as Grovyle asked him something. "So, you like rough sex?"
Will almost spat out his pancakes at the question. "This is the first time we've ever gotten to speak and this is what you ask?"
"Don't talk with your mouth full. And it's just a curious question. What, too embarrassed to discuss it with me?"
The sarcastic tone in her voice would have pissed Will off had Grovyle not already backed him into a corner. Answering couldn't hurt that much, could it? "Yes." He said as quietly as possible.
"I see. Do you prefer it to regular sex?"
"No." Will sunk lower and lower into his chair at every question.
"Would you say you like tall women or short women?"
"Tall"
"Thick or thin?"
"Thick."
"Bi-pedal or quadrupedal?"
"Alright, I'm done." As fast as he could, Will slid out of his chair and made for the hallway. Halfway there, Grovyle called to him, a sincere, almost hurt tone in her voice.
"Will, you didn't even finish your pancakes. And I went through so much trouble making them too." She sighed. "I'm sorry I'm not a very good cook. I just wanted to do something special for your birthday." She finished off with a very convincing sniffle.
Will knew undeniably that she was faking, but his conscious wouldn't allow him to leave.
Fuck!
Gritting his teeth, he returned to his seat. Despite the tone of her voice, Grovyle's expression hadn't changed. "I was wondering if you could answer that question for me, Will."
"Look, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but it isn't funny."
"You know what else isn't funny? You hiding things from me."
"I'll hide whatever the fuck I want to. My life is none of your business."
"You know, I could understand you getting angry about me diving into your personal life, but these questions are just for fun. I mean I doubt you've ever been with a woman, well, other than your hand."
"Bullshit!" He yelled as he slammed the table. "Just today I..." Will had caught himself too late. Grovyle's smile widened as she watched Will mentally kick himself for being an idiot.
"Just today you what?"
"I'm going..."
He calmly and quietly left the room, doing his best to ignore Grovyle's huge smile. She watched him go, all the way out of the kitchen. She listened to his footsteps as he walked down the hall, past the living room, and out the door. Only then did her smile fade as she felt a tinge of sadness.Chapter End Notes:Read, Review, or Enjoy. Do one while I'm asleep.
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