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She Gets What She Wants
By: Brian W.
Having Poke'mon can be a pain, take Vickie for starters. When we met she was just your plain, garden variety Poochyena; and was suppose to be my first capture. Easy right, like who screws up these.
My name is Ryan, and I had just started my trainer's journey to be a master. Yea right, I knew all too well one just used that excuse of being a trainer to get rich fast; but everyone has to start at step one, catching a Poke'mon.
That is when I came upon her the Poke'mon I would later name Vickie. She had just awaken, a light yawn escaping from her maw and her dead leaf blanket falling away; as I encountered her. She sits up and cocks her head, as a stunning contrast of black and gray before the forest's fall splender; to look at me with her redish-orange eyes. I draw my poke'ball to release my starter. That's when it all went bad, with my legs getting swept out from under me and followed by my head and left elbow colliding to the hard earth.
My starter, a turtwig; had betrayed me with a tackle to my chest and ran off. Professor Birch, who found me; told me that he had to rescue me from a wild Poke'mon and then handed me my mauled and broken poke'ball. I had a concussion, needed stitches for my elbow, and was put on probation for losing my starter.
Three nights later I was rudely and roughly awaken by Vickie the Poochyena who had broken into my bedroom and shredded my tee-shirt I was still wearing in her efforts to wedge herself in between it and my left armpit. This put my arm into an uncomfortable position which I tried to remedy with my free hand and got bit for my trouble sparking a renewed effort to burrow deeper into my shoulder and dislodge it.
I awoke the next morning from my sleep deprived state with a nasty cramp in my shoulder from how it was forced to rest. I must have fallen asleep at some point, because Vickie had changed her sleeping position so her belly was to my armpit instead of her back with her left paw hugging my upper arm like a child hugs a teddy bear and her face just inches from mine.
The bleeding my hand had done from last night's bite had stopped thanks to the blanket, but that failed to remind me of the consequences of trying to adjust my shoulder with Vickie there. So to be able to work out the kinks I had to risk a bit of extra pain, when she grabbed by my hair and tightened her grip on my arm. Somehow I succeeded in relaxing my shoulder only to discover Vickie likes belly rubs.
The excited way she wagged her tail, to the way she turned her belly slightly toward my hand with a pleased growl was evidence she was enjoying this. I thought she would let go or at least relax her grips but no such luck, I had to pry her limb by limb from my person which left scars from her sunk in claws. It was like that a lot as we were rarely apart during my probation though it's not like I didn't try to get away.
The worst time by far was when she latched onto the back of my leg and using her teeth to pinch the muscles behind my knee amost tripping me as I was carrying a load of newly washed clothes. Not only did I have to watch as my laundry fell to the floor, it would also take several minutes of slow prying of limbs and massaging of Poochyena ribs before she released the pinch tail wagging in delight as I stood there. Thank fully the only blood that was let was from a few light scratches that went away in about a week.
When my probation ended three months after my birthday, Vickie was made my new starter and this was the time she was named. It was around this time I had a pair of embarrassingly intertwined firsts. It was the first night off probation that I had my first wet dream complete with the awkward waking in the middle of the night. What I awoke to was a pleased yet surprised Vickie, the feel of slimy fur between us where she chose to play Poke'mon Velcro and got belly of soggy fur instead.
My face had flushed at the situation I was in, then it got worse as a pleased growl and tail wag rose up with in Vickie; and finally with a stretch she evolved still on top of me into a Mighyena. She was none put off by what had just happened and was still more than in the mood to play. It must have taken an hour to free myself from her so I could get cleaned up.
I felt sick and confused by what had happened my father assured me that this was normal after he caught me cleaning up. That was what lead to the dreaded talk with puberty, marriage; I honestly tried to block it out as I washed up. The last thing he said he asked me was if Vickie got out again. I lied saying no. I couldn't have got any more embarrassed than I was, because he bought it saying something about how I would need to break her of that habit to be a trainer. I thought the same thing.
It took a little over a week to finish my preparations to start over my trainer's journey, I did lots of shopping, practicing attacks, failing to teach stay down to Vickie, and reassuring my parents this time will go better than last time.
After an afternoon of travel mostly on bike it was time to make camp for the night. My destination a rocky overhang bird poke'mon visited outside of the next town, was only a few hours off if I walked and an hour if I continued biking but I needed some rest and darkness would arrive long before I would. So I stopped.
I was finishing the organization of my gear in the tent, stooping over; when she got me again! Having had escaped from her ball for the 4th time today, she pounced on me from behind trapping my arms and nearly driving me into the dirt.
Before I could think 'here we go again', she decided not to wait for me to give her a belly rub and started dragging me across her chest. I was just starting to achieve the leverage I needed to free myself when she pulled me close and stopped the rub down. I started to feel my shirt get damp and warm.
My hand that I got free instinctively went for the spot and wished it had not, because of the familiar slimy fur sensation encountered with a slimy shirt. With a genital nuzzle of my hair she let go, and proceeded to lay spread eagle before staring at me hungrily tail wagging furiously.
I was tempted to step back and grab her ball but was shot a decidedly unfriendly glare and growl which didn't go away until I attempted to remove my wet shirt."Is this what you want?", I asked moving my hands to remove my pants which was met with all the same gestures as I would get when she wanted to play.
Vickie beckoned me with barks and anxious wagging as I closed the distance and crouched over her. Thinking she wanted me to inmate her actions I started to try making the same motions she did with nothing happening, and she began her angry growl again. Then I remembered that she also peed on me while making these motions and so I tried imitating that as well, straining so to copy her process. It took a minute or so for something to start coming out and it, dropped into her fur bringing back the barks and wags.
The closer the drops to her penis or whatever you call it, the more demanding the barks. Something started to build and I wanted to finish this game before I found out what, so I moved as close as I could.
That's when she trapped me. My hands slipped, kicked by her fore paws as she pulled me on top of her in the strongest embrace I had yet felt. Teeth grasped hair, claws dug in as she furiously rocked me into her. Pain shot from sides with the piercing of skin, and from the head by the pulling of hair; all the while my penis was wet and warm. The building reached its peak against my restraint and I gasped.
A pulsing started almost in sync with her rocking and continued a little past when she locked me still with yet another embrace. Releasing my hair she would lick my hair and nuzzle my face over the next several minutes she held me.
My hair and face was covered with slobber and sweet as she finally let go so I could get up and I asked "Was that what you wanted?"
Vickie responded by nuzzling my side with her tail still wagging.
The end.Chapter End Notes:Sorry if it is short or rushed it seemed longer when wrote this out priour to typing. Hope it at lest meets the contest criteria
She Gets What She Wants
By: Brian W.
Having Poke'mon can be a pain, take Vickie for starters. When we met she was just your plain, garden variety Poochyena; and was suppose to be my first capture. Easy right, like who screws up these.
My name is Ryan, and I had just started my trainer's journey to be a master. Yea right, I knew all too well one just used that excuse of being a trainer to get rich fast; but everyone has to start at step one, catching a Poke'mon.
That is when I came upon her the Poke'mon I would later name Vickie. She had just awaken, a light yawn escaping from her maw and her dead leaf blanket falling away; as I encountered her. She sits up and cocks her head, as a stunning contrast of black and gray before the forest's fall splender; to look at me with her redish-orange eyes. I draw my poke'ball to release my starter. That's when it all went bad, with my legs getting swept out from under me and followed by my head and left elbow colliding to the hard earth.
My starter, a turtwig; had betrayed me with a tackle to my chest and ran off. Professor Birch, who found me; told me that he had to rescue me from a wild Poke'mon and then handed me my mauled and broken poke'ball. I had a concussion, needed stitches for my elbow, and was put on probation for losing my starter.
Three nights later I was rudely and roughly awaken by Vickie the Poochyena who had broken into my bedroom and shredded my tee-shirt I was still wearing in her efforts to wedge herself in between it and my left armpit. This put my arm into an uncomfortable position which I tried to remedy with my free hand and got bit for my trouble sparking a renewed effort to burrow deeper into my shoulder and dislodge it.
I awoke the next morning from my sleep deprived state with a nasty cramp in my shoulder from how it was forced to rest. I must have fallen asleep at some point, because Vickie had changed her sleeping position so her belly was to my armpit instead of her back with her left paw hugging my upper arm like a child hugs a teddy bear and her face just inches from mine.
The bleeding my hand had done from last night's bite had stopped thanks to the blanket, but that failed to remind me of the consequences of trying to adjust my shoulder with Vickie there. So to be able to work out the kinks I had to risk a bit of extra pain, when she grabbed by my hair and tightened her grip on my arm. Somehow I succeeded in relaxing my shoulder only to discover Vickie likes belly rubs.
The excited way she wagged her tail, to the way she turned her belly slightly toward my hand with a pleased growl was evidence she was enjoying this. I thought she would let go or at least relax her grips but no such luck, I had to pry her limb by limb from my person which left scars from her sunk in claws. It was like that a lot as we were rarely apart during my probation though it's not like I didn't try to get away.
The worst time by far was when she latched onto the back of my leg and using her teeth to pinch the muscles behind my knee amost tripping me as I was carrying a load of newly washed clothes. Not only did I have to watch as my laundry fell to the floor, it would also take several minutes of slow prying of limbs and massaging of Poochyena ribs before she released the pinch tail wagging in delight as I stood there. Thank fully the only blood that was let was from a few light scratches that went away in about a week.
When my probation ended three months after my birthday, Vickie was made my new starter and this was the time she was named. It was around this time I had a pair of embarrassingly intertwined firsts. It was the first night off probation that I had my first wet dream complete with the awkward waking in the middle of the night. What I awoke to was a pleased yet surprised Vickie, the feel of slimy fur between us where she chose to play Poke'mon Velcro and got belly of soggy fur instead.
My face had flushed at the situation I was in, then it got worse as a pleased growl and tail wag rose up with in Vickie; and finally with a stretch she evolved still on top of me into a Mighyena. She was none put off by what had just happened and was still more than in the mood to play. It must have taken an hour to free myself from her so I could get cleaned up.
I felt sick and confused by what had happened my father assured me that this was normal after he caught me cleaning up. That was what lead to the dreaded talk with puberty, marriage; I honestly tried to block it out as I washed up. The last thing he said he asked me was if Vickie got out again. I lied saying no. I couldn't have got any more embarrassed than I was, because he bought it saying something about how I would need to break her of that habit to be a trainer. I thought the same thing.
It took a little over a week to finish my preparations to start over my trainer's journey, I did lots of shopping, practicing attacks, failing to teach stay down to Vickie, and reassuring my parents this time will go better than last time.
After an afternoon of travel mostly on bike it was time to make camp for the night. My destination a rocky overhang bird poke'mon visited outside of the next town, was only a few hours off if I walked and an hour if I continued biking but I needed some rest and darkness would arrive long before I would. So I stopped.
I was finishing the organization of my gear in the tent, stooping over; when she got me again! Having had escaped from her ball for the 4th time today, she pounced on me from behind trapping my arms and nearly driving me into the dirt.
Before I could think 'here we go again', she decided not to wait for me to give her a belly rub and started dragging me across her chest. I was just starting to achieve the leverage I needed to free myself when she pulled me close and stopped the rub down. I started to feel my shirt get damp and warm.
My hand that I got free instinctively went for the spot and wished it had not, because of the familiar slimy fur sensation encountered with a slimy shirt. With a genital nuzzle of my hair she let go, and proceeded to lay spread eagle before staring at me hungrily tail wagging furiously.
I was tempted to step back and grab her ball but was shot a decidedly unfriendly glare and growl which didn't go away until I attempted to remove my wet shirt."Is this what you want?", I asked moving my hands to remove my pants which was met with all the same gestures as I would get when she wanted to play.
Vickie beckoned me with barks and anxious wagging as I closed the distance and crouched over her. Thinking she wanted me to inmate her actions I started to try making the same motions she did with nothing happening, and she began her angry growl again. Then I remembered that she also peed on me while making these motions and so I tried imitating that as well, straining so to copy her process. It took a minute or so for something to start coming out and it, dropped into her fur bringing back the barks and wags.
The closer the drops to her penis or whatever you call it, the more demanding the barks. Something started to build and I wanted to finish this game before I found out what, so I moved as close as I could.
That's when she trapped me. My hands slipped, kicked by her fore paws as she pulled me on top of her in the strongest embrace I had yet felt. Teeth grasped hair, claws dug in as she furiously rocked me into her. Pain shot from sides with the piercing of skin, and from the head by the pulling of hair; all the while my penis was wet and warm. The building reached its peak against my restraint and I gasped.
A pulsing started almost in sync with her rocking and continued a little past when she locked me still with yet another embrace. Releasing my hair she would lick my hair and nuzzle my face over the next several minutes she held me.
My hair and face was covered with slobber and sweet as she finally let go so I could get up and I asked "Was that what you wanted?"
Vickie responded by nuzzling my side with her tail still wagging.
The end.Chapter End Notes:Sorry if it is short or rushed it seemed longer when wrote this out priour to typing. Hope it at lest meets the contest criteria