So, hi everybody. This is my first time writing a fanfiction. So be gentle with it. Please be warned that this is a story of rape, dark themes, drug abuse, murder, and violent abuse: sexual, physical, and mental. So if you are disturbed by the dark imagery (or bad writing) then go ahead and press that magical button in the corner that takes you back a page. Go ahead, I won't be offended. I don't own Barefoot Contessa (it is briefly mentioned) and I don't own Pokémon, so all characters and locations go to them, wish I did though.
Chains by Water, Key of Fire
I am a 23-year-old Charizard, my name is Char. My parents died 13 years ago, my mother was a Charizard and my father was a Haxorus. He had started a multimillion dollar business in the Unova region, when it expanded into Kanto he meet my mother and had me. I will not go into any more detail as their names and histories are not important to this story. But a little background on me is. At ten, this scrawny, lonely, weak little Charmander had been put into his first orphanage, and then pretty much ran away from it, they only cared about getting the money I would inherent at 25.
My second orphanage is where I meet him. He was a 13-year-old Wartortle, named Michael, and I can't help but say it. I feel in love at first sight, and apparently the feelings were mutual. He was kind, strong, and he would protect me from the other water types in the foster home, many of whom had tried to extinguish my tail flame. Anyway he eventually began to court me with his honeyed words; I should have noticed then that he was not my prince charming.
So I sit here staring at the television screen, watching a rerun of Gothi's Contessa it is one of those episodes where she is cooking a dish for her mate Reuniclus, its name was Jake or Jerry, something like that. For a long moment I look upon the two, wondering what it must be like to have a mate that actually loves you, to care and protect you, and that actually cares about your needs. Because I don't. Michael is a controlling and abusive mate. It started after he convinced me to run away with him, being 15 I was impulsive and believed that he really did care for me. Like I had said I thought he was my knight in shining armor, we used to lie in his bed at the orphanage, he would talk about all the stuff we would do together. He would purr into my ear about going around the world, seeing the cities of Unova my father would talk about, the beauty contests in the Hoenn, and see Celestic City in Sinnoh. He made it sound so wonderful, that I couldn't help but believe him. At 15 I had moved into a apartment building my 18-year-old Wartortle soon-to-be mate. He paid for the apartment with money from his auto-shop job. He works with two other water types: a Samurott and Empoleon, a Nidoking, and his boss Magnezone. In actuality the auto-shop is a front for drugs, and I suspect other illegal activities, Michael never really told me more than that. And when I turned 21 he used money from my father's company to buy us a house, I suspect he does other things with the money but the banks and lawyers keep him from the money when I am not there, or at least they do but when I turn 25 he can take as much of it as he wants. It is five o'clock now, I know Michael will be home soon, home to abuse his mate some more. So now you are asking yourself 'Why would a powerful Charizard subject himself to being a Blastoise'? Well the answer is simple even though he abuses me so; I am still hopelessly in love with the monster. I curl myself into a ball, as I see lights flash past the closed blinds, but no car pulls in, it must have been one of the neighbors. I laugh at myself, its five, everybody comes home at five, they are all in their homes, and none of them ever see what Michael does. I am glad for that, they would all think that he was raping me, but he isn't the bruises are just because he likes for me to know that I am his bitch. More lights flash by, and finally a car pulls in, Michael is home.
I get on the floor, because he doesn't want his bitch to dirty the sofa. I hear him open the front door. And then he slams it shut, I know that I won't be walking pain-free for a few weeks. "Hey there baby, man I have had a rough day today. But you know exactly what papa wants don't cha'?" he laughs, and I nod.
"Well good, cause this gun needs some good mouth cleaning." He sneers as he rubs his crotch. He flops down on the sofa I was just sitting in just moments ago. "Well? Get to it bitch!"
I swallow thickly as I move to nuzzle his crotch. His musk is so strong it makes my eyes water and hard to breathe. After a minute of nuzzling Michael puts his hand on the back of my head, symbolizing that he wants me to stop playing with him. "Bitch, I have had a hard day at work. If my cannon isn't in your fag muzzle now then there isn't going to be no lube for you tonight!" his threat hits home as I unsheathed his 6 inch Blastoise meat. The musk emanating from the phallus is immense, it was like he hadn't washed it for weeks, and knowing him I wouldn't be surprised. He would do anything to make others know that I belonged to him. But I can't complain I need to have some mobility to clean the house tomorrow, so down the hatch. I don't even get his tip in, in fact I just opened my mouth, when Michael shoved himself hilt deep into my mouth. It takes all of my willpower not to vomit or even gag it taste putrid. He really hasn't cleaned his shaft I can still taste his acidic piss on the tip and things better left unsaid on him. "Oooooh yeaaaaa. This is what papa needed! Suck me good bitch. Don't waste a single drop!"
I start to move my tongue along the slimy shaft; I can't bob my head with his hand there on my head. He has a sour and bitter taste, and he is thick as well, making this a very painful venture. At least I know I am doing something right he starts to throb in my muzzle. I try to cover as much of his dick with saliva as possible, but being a fire type; I don't have much to begin with. "AHAHA! Someone is very eager for some ass pounding tonight aren't you? You're such a little whore!" he laughs loudly. "Well, get ready whore cause here it comes the down payment!" I feel him expand in my muzzle as the first jets of his slimy, acidic, and bitter sperm rocket their way into the back of my throat. "Oh, yea baby. Swallow everything on your plate. Yea, that's right."
Even though I gave him a blowjob just this morning he manages to shot seven loads of jizz into my muzzle, all of which I swallowed or I would face a very furious mate. I stand, and turn, leaning over that living rooms tail and shifted my tail away from my well-abused hole. "Oh yea. Someone is very eager tonight. Did you ready yourself for a good pounding tonight? Of course you did, you have some intelligence don't you?" he laughs.
I feel his weight on top of me and his pokéhood at my entrance. In one thrust he is balls deep, pushing hard to get as much of himself into me as possible. I gasp the pain is intense, the saliva isn't effective and I had forgotten to stretch myself prior to his arrival. He pulls out agonizingly slow, "Damn. Broke ya again." He laughs, thrusting back in this time with my blood as lubricant. He picks up a rapid pace, going to town on my ass without care for my pleasure, it doesn't matter the last time I got off was before I left the orphanage. He thrust his shaft mercilessly into me all I can do is pray to Arceus that he finishes quickly. In a second Michael changes his angle and my head slams into the table, with a loud thud. "My, my Char you need to be more careful! I don't need the cops poking around again." I give a whimper in response. One of the biggest mistakes I could make, "What the fuck was that? You think that just because you got money you can talk down at me," he presses one of his arms on my neck, "Hmph. I think you need a nap to learn your place!'
I feel myself begin to black out from the abuse to my ass and his arm on my neck. The last things I remember before blacking out. The feel of his cum entering my ass, his roar of completion as he cums, and the tears flowing endlessly down my cheeks.
So how was it for my first time? So please read, review, and give constructive criticism, no flames please! And if people like it I will continue cause of course Char needs a happy ending, or does he?
