Get ready guys, this was the violent ass reverse rape painful to read story that I mentioned. I planned on writing more of Wtow but I had writer's block and this seemed more fun at the time.
Ready your cheeks, my friends, and click away now if you aren't into mutilating bdsm.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Alright, alright. It's not actually that bad. If you're into a little BDSM, this story is hot as hell. I actually enjoyed reading this, and I tried my best in making a good plot too… Up to you, I guess. Also my first time writing third person. Regardless, here it is:
"Shut up…. I'm trying to sleep."
A figure fidgeted in his bed, groaning and cursing at the constant barking coming from the outside. His dirty black hair was a mess with his sheets scattered across the floor. Sweat trickled from his neck as the scorching temperature made sleep only more desirable. The only thing stopping him from doing so was the shrill barks coming from outside.
"I SAID SHUT UP!" He yelled, slamming his fist into his pillow as if it would accomplish anything. "Arceus, where's your owner? Talk about badly trained. Man, I hate this shithole." He whined. As the creature barked again, annoyance took over fatigue as he decided to get up and shut the dog up. Honestly he didn't know what he wanted to do, but he at least was going to tell his neighbors to control their dog better.
Without changing his nightwear, he groggily headed outside into the dimly lit garden filled with chromatic colours, now greyed out by the lack of light. He placed a foot on the pebble pathway, moving towards his neighbor's house, where the source of irritating barking came from.
"Can't a guy get some sleep…"
As he got nearer to the source of sound, he fidgeted in his pocket, fumbling for a light source as he picked up a flashlight. With it, he turned it on, revealing the dog in question. A small rockruff, coated with blood and scratches, yelping and whining a sonorous note. It was stuck in a small drain which ran from the house, cringing in pain and staring back at the boy with fearful eyes.
"Holy shit… what happened? Are you okay?" He asked, now filled with empathy. Step by step, he approached the rockruff, which tried to run away but failed to do so by the drain which entrapped it.
"It's okay… I'm not going to hurt you… I just want to help." He reassured despite it not helping. Once he was in arm's length, he turned his palms face up, putting the flashlight away and showing it that he meant no harm. The rockruff looked at him, and he slowly reached his palms out to it. Ignoring it's growls, he pushed forth until he touched its mane. As he tried to lift it up, it suddenly lashed at his hands angrily, causing his blood to splatter and cringe in pain.
"Ow! Ow, ow! Fucking hell…" Quickly, he lifted up the rockruff, using the short amount of G-force to prevent being bitten. Once he set it down, it stared back at him with apologizing eyes, realizing he only meant to save her.
"Dickhead!" He yelled, clutching his throbbing hand. "Ruff, rockruff…" The rockruff spoke, almost sadly. It slowly tried to approach, but he was tired of it's shit.
"Fuck off!" He yelled, raising his foot as if ready to kick. Seeing this, the rockruff became fearful and ran into the bushes, which so happened to be in his house. "Stupid bitch…"
He slowly went back inside, hastily rummaging through his supplies until he obtained some antiseptic. He then inspected his wounds; bite marks across his palm as far as the eye could see. Quickly, he turned on the tap, wincing as the water slid across his aching wounds. Once the blood was washed away, he bit his lip, tensing his muscles for the worse as he poured the antiseptic cream all over.
"Aaaaah!" He yelled, the pain intensifying as his wounds were cleaned. He bit his lip harder to prevent screaming, causing a bit of blood to trickle from his lips. Once he was done, he groggily reached for his phone, dialing his local doctor.
"Hello! Hey! I got bitten by a wild rockruff, am I to get injections now?" He asked, pausing for a response. His face drooped as he sighed, hearing the reply he dreaded.
"Alright then. Name? Oh, I'm Nate Zaypher. No, that's with a P H. Alright. Yes. No, ten o'clock works for me. Okay then. Yeah, I know right? I'm surprised that they even live around here, that's the first rockruff I've even seen… Okay. See you tomorrow, bye." With that, Nate retracted the phone from his ear, sighing in frustration and heading up to his bed. Getting shots was always a pain in the ass for him, especially when he felt like shit. The time was still three in the morning, meaning he had seven hours to freshen up. Nate quickly went back to his room and slammed his exhausted body onto the bed, taking a well deserved nap.
BRRRRRRRR! BZZZZZZZZZT!
The annoying sound of an alarm interfered with Nate's sleep. With a groan, he turned off the alarm and got out of bed. Despite his tiredness, he managed to find himself ready to leave and at his front door. When he stepped outside, he heard a lot of rustling. Assuming it was a spearow, he ignored it until he heard some weird crunching noises. Though he ignored it, curiosity soon got the better of him as he slowly approached the bush. In it was the same rockruff that attacked him, and it jumped to the side with fright as they both startled each other.
"ROCK!"
"Dickhead!"
He slowly looked back, to see that it was chewing his precious berries. It appeared to have healed its wounds, likely because it gobbled a lot of fruit.
"No, dickhead, don't eat my plants!" He quickly reached for it as it swiftly ran away into another bush.
"Dickhead, go away! Damnit!" Nate started getting frustrated chasing after the rockruff as it kept running away, starting to enjoy this little game of hide and seek.
"Ruff!" It cried, almost tauntingly. Nate, now pissed off, did a dive for the unsuspecting pokemon, catching it as it yelped. "Got your dumbass." He told it, lifting it up but putting a berry in its mouth as to make sure it wouldn't lash out at his fingers again.
"Ruff, rockruff rock rock ruff!" It cried, muffled by the berry. Nate ignored until he reached outside and set it down.
"Go!" He ordered as the rockruff looked at him with pleading eyes. He ignored it and headed for his motorbike since it was nearing ten. However, once he turned back, he realized the rockruff made a sprint for his bush again. With a groan, Nate turned back and plucked the rockruf out of the bush. He then pointed to his garden, drawing an imaginary X for it to see.
"Bad!" He explained, looking at the rockruff for confirmation. It just barked again and shot him a slightly dumb smile. He sighed, frustrated, and decided to keep it locked up, or something, otherwise he'd have no more berries left.
"Fine. You can stay here until we find your owner, if you even have one. You can eat my rowap berries, fuck that bitter taste." He told it, slowly putting it down into a little pen he made for a potential pool. Once it was in it, he plucked some rowap for it and freshly fallen leaves. When he saw that it was happily rolling around in the leaves, he decided to leave it.
"Don't escape, okay?" He asked, backing away until he reached his motorbike, heading off for his injections. All he got was a reply of "Ruff!" which to him meant 'Okay!'
Unknown to him, she was not covered in her own blood that night.
--time skip--
The rockruff rolled around in the leaves, eating and tossing berries and their skins. She never had this kind of freedom before. Picking up a branch, she begun to think about everything that lead up to this. Her abuse, her escape, and now this place.
What was she feeling? She couldn't quite put her finger on it. When that boy was playing tag with her, when he picked her up... something stirred within her. He saved her life...
The rockruff begun tearing up the leaves. 'What...is this...' She thought, completely uneasy at the new feeling she experienced. All she knew was hatred, pain, anger. This new emotion... It overpowered her. She wanted to see the boy who saved her life. She needed to be with him.
"Alright, take it easy Mr. Zaypher." The doctor told him, checking his wounds.
"Yeah, I will." Nate reassured. The doctor, however, sported a look of concern.
"You know, rockruffs aren't remotely native here." He told Nate.
"I know, I was surprised to see one. It probably belongs to a trainer."
"What trainer would get their pokemon to be so violent? That rockruff bit to kill, I can tell by how your wounds are aligned. If you were quadruped, that would have been your jugular vein; without it, you'll die instantly."
"Whoa..."
"We also found traces of other species blood in your wounds, transferred from the rockruff. We couldn't identify which, but it has killed others."
"Wow...maybe it was out of self defence?"
"If that was so, it would have bled, but it didn't."
"Well, maybe it was defending territory?"
"We hope so, because that thing is deadly. I advise you to be cautious. If you see it, bring it to us. We will put it to sleep." The doctor advised. Despite what he was saying, Nate couldn't help but remember the fearful face of the poor rockruff stuck in the drain. He quickly stood up.
"That rockruff was going to die, doc. If I didn't help it, it would have. It had been cut, there was blood all over it. I don't see a killer in that!" He spat, before sitting down.
"Sorry. I just...it was fighting for survival, and now you want to put it down?"
"Mr. Zaypher, with all due respect, that rockruff is dangerous. Stay away from it and report it to-"
"No, it isn't! Doc, I saw it struggling. It was in pain; it was hurt! I'm going to keep it." Nate decided. "I'm going to keep it and I'm not going to let you sickos kill it just because it bit another pokemon before." Nate added aggressively. Though he didn't care too much for it, he felt horrible and would never forgive himself if he got it killed. The doctor sighed. "Fine, do as you will, but don't say we didn't warn you."
"I will, thank you very much."
On the ride home, Nate was thinking about what to do with the rockruff. Different ideas flew through his head. He planned on making 'missing rockruff' posters, but was unsure of whether to even give it back. After all, if what the doctor said was true, the trainer would be one fucked up bitch.
Nate approached his familiar garden, parked his motorbike and headed to his backyard. He hesitated for a moment but slowly reached the indent, finding the rockruff playing with the berries, rolling it back and forth and enjoying the breeze. Nate's doubt was quickly washed away. Surely something this friendly was not a dangerous murderer, right?
"Hello!" Nate greeted, startling the rockruff slightly. It quickly ran up and jumped into his outstretched arms, enjoying as she received her affection and back rubs for the first time in her life. Nate too, enjoyed the eager rockruff that seemed to be very friendly. "Haha, there's no way you're a…"
The rockruff pounced on him, rubbing her face and entire body into his own affectionately. 'God damn, he's like a drug. I want more of him; his scent, his body…' She thought, hugging him tightly.
"Whoa! Easy there!" He exclaimed with a chuckle, tearing her grip off him and placing her to the floor. She pouted, earning a laugh from him.
"Alright, you need a name. Let's see…" Nate paused for a second, pondering a good name. "Wait, are you a girl?" He suddenly asked. She nodded her head slowly. "Oh, okay then. How about Vixen? That doesn't fit you now, but when you evolve, it will suit you just nice."
She agreed with a 'ruff!'
"Alright Vixen! I welcome you to my household."
Yeah, it's long, because it's an introduction. Normally my chapters are only 3-4k words long. There won't be lemons for a while because I plan on making many characters develop. Do you think I should only have a Lycanroc and let her keep Nate to herself, or have Nate keep multiple pokemon that share him? I think I might just go with the former for now, unless you have other suggestions. Regardless, Akartoshi OUT!
