A first from my desk, an M rated piece of literature. If you are under 18 I strongly sugest closeing this document, stepping away from your computer, and going outside.
Subject 1: Introduction and a frosty begining
You might know me by name. You might know me by title. You probably dont know me though. Allow myself to introduce...myself. I am M. Or rather M the 8th. My ancestor, a strange man, built our familys home on top of a mountain that was said to be the cork that held legendarys from the world. He was M the first. Of course his name wasnt M. He called himself that so that in the future, his decendants and eventual guardians would not be indistinguished, should legendaries come to this sacred place. They would only be recognised by title, not by name. His real name was Ezio Grigori. Many weeks ago, I found a collection of his journals in a cave in the sand region of the island inside the mountain. I know that sounds farfetched but trust me on this. His journals were detailed writings and research onto the physical aspects of pokemon. The more I read though, I learned and the more I realised that these writings were a little...too deep and too detailed to be done from an average trainers standpoint.
I know understand why my ancestors journals brag about many suitors but few loves. At first I though he was just a horndog, but now I understand. He was a pokephiliac. The fiendish man whom had spent a good percent of my and my fathers and his fathers before lives createing a false veil of guardianship when infact he was just a pervert. I wanted to express my rage but I was cut off by one tiny problem. I found the journals of his son and the son of that one. Further searching of the tomes of the caves led me to find books that got newer and newer as they went on. M the first to M the sixth. All there and all getting more and more pictures, more research, and even more dirty. Aparently kinkyness was achieved through generations, but that's a whole 'nother story. But even now, I am still disturbed by the find of the works of my father M the seventh. A man with a fetish for restrained pokemon. I never knew and I am glad I never did, but that was then and this is now.
The final book I found was blank and placed right after my fathers. Could he...No. He couldnt of had to want to continue this dirty tradition. Brushing dust off the front of the notebook I saw a golden VIII etched straight into the front. Ok so mabey he did. But where to start? The journals had many pictures of Gardeviors and Lopunnies. I had also known that they were the most sought after, possibly because of their human shape. Well dad...You want me to continue your research? I will but I wont contune your obsession with the bipedal playboy creatures that the masses have adored. I'm reaching to find what I think is beauty.
In a few days, I had started to catalog various rituals of the areas. Blaze, Gardevior and the bastard child my science had created for them, Roken (which was short for pyrokenisis) were watching the lake, while Swampert and his lopunny bride danced on the water surface. Newt, my sceptile, was watching from the rocks on the side of the lake, twirling a lillypad he had found in his hand. All this and the sun was just now starting to rise. Gengar, Weavile, and their bastard child, Mirabelle (as it was a miracle that she could be born in the first place.) were seteling in for the night...or day. Noctournals, schedual conflict: such confusion. But I knew where to start. Weavile had offered anything as compensate for the child I had her make. And I do mean anything.
I planned out my moves carefuly. I decided to wait untill it was Electrivire's night watch. He always watched over the baby pokemon unless he heard something. Knowing the only guard around would be incapasitated by his own careless love, I made my move towards the forest. Such a thick resiliance of trees and yet so much room to move about, perfect. I had talked to Weavile that I wanted to speak with her about battle strategies for an upcomeing tournament. Of course that was bullshit. She agreed to meet me at the forest center. Now the center of the forest is a mass of trees in a circle, too thick to see through but the center flat grass layered with the most beautiful flowers. Notes of my ancestors claim that it was where Shaymin would breed before they discovered they could fly from special flowers. So an acient sexing ground? Perfect.
I looked out from the middle of the clearing and there she was. The weavile who my father had given to me when it was a sneasel. I had raised her from such a young age and saw her blossem into a fine woman...er...evolved pokemon. Its so taboo and yet I can't help but lust for her. I call for her, but no words come out. Your wrong father. I cant become like you or my ancestors. I'm terrified of consequence. What if she says no? What if she tells everybody else about this? They would reject me, throw me aside? And then a burning thought strikes me, as if my family from years of old told me the awnsers. I was the only human on a 50 mile high stone pillar on an island surrounded by creatures that would follow my every word. I might as well be a pimp. I called out again, causeing my first victim to turn her head and jump into the clearing with me. She smiled at me with a sweet smile one would never expect from one of her species. Confidence and insanity fogged my vision and made me ignore the sweetness that eminated from her. I kneeled down to look her in the eyes and struck with immediate speed. She was fast, of course she was. But she was frail under my size. I had her pinned to the ground. Nothing she could do but squirm and stare into the empty shell of the master she once had.
It started off small: a simple kiss on the lips. The kiss grew in length and her resistance faded into near nothingness. I jolted back, probably my consience telling me that this was a bad idea. She looked up at me with her violet eyes and flushed cheeks. "Master..." She reached out to me. "is this what you always wanted?" She put her clawed hand against my cheek. How could I lie? I had cared for her since I was young and now she finaly showes her love for me. Now of all times. I had to lie. I had to break this off here. Man up. "I have always cared for you my friend." You sissy.
She jumped me and I fell back. I forgot she was strong. She tore my shirt open with one swing of her claws and began to fondle with my belt. Of course she faced away from me while she made this manuver, leaving her little opening to my eyes. And my fingers of course. Running my hands free, I proceeded to run my hand over her small ass and across her tiny slit. She squeeked and hissed as she finaly removed my pants and underwear. With her claws of course. She wanted to touch me, but complication of her claws make that...difficult. She grabbs at me and axcidently cut me. A small flash of blood and she jumped back, stepping away from me. I, clutching my damaged genitalia, hissed and looked at her with an evil eye. She's horrified and her left claw is slightly red. I grabbed a piece of torn clothing and bandaged myself up. She was weeping and was about to jump away but I grabbed her shoulder and turned her towards me. Tears streamed from her eyes as she looked at me in a combination of sadness and fear. Fear of the unknown. Was I going to yell? Was I going to hurt her? Would I put her back into her pokeball and throw the prizon ball of the side of the damn mountain?
I kissed her again, which repeated the process again. Kissing, squirming, calming, and fondeling. This time I made sure I did all the work. I layed her down into the flowers and moved further down her body. She moved her hand towards my head but decided against it. I later learned why she was confused. The skin of a pokemon is obviously more resistant to everything like fire and electricity but of course they have great resistance to bites and scratches. Humans are not. When she touches Gaspar or Mirabelle, she dosent scratch them. Hell, she holds her baby in her arms and it dosent even flinch at her mothers cold sharp claws.
After hours of fondeling and a few bandages here and there, I finaly mounted my prize. She moaned and groaned through out the whole ordeal yet never once asked me to stop. Lord knows she had full capabilities, as she kept talking to me through the entire course. Her claws had found their way into scratching up my back, but I think that made it slight more...risque. The she said something. "Don't ever leave me." That was the only thing to make me stop. How far had I gone, I shocked myself in realisation. Here I am, incorperating in an illegal and immoral activity, with a pokemon that I lived over ten years of my life with; a married one with children. And now she tells me that she never wants me to leave her alone? I should be frightened. I should be castrated! I should be stopping this and going to a prizon psychiatrist. And yet...
I'm loveing every damned second of it. And we kept going. I remembered she was small but strong, but i couldnt exactly ride her like a human. Thats when the kink started to heighten. I picked her up off the grass and we had sex again...standing up. She howled like a banshee and starteled what must had been thousands of bird pokemon from the trees into the night sky. I feared unwanted attention.
Waves of pleasure surge through both of us as dawn breaks and we finaly fall asleep in the grass. How much time passed...minutes, hours, a day? I didnt care. All I know was that I woke up next to her without a care in the world. Two problems did occour though. Number one was that I remembered that all my clothing was torn to tiny shreeds by my date. But number two?
I saw Blaze and Gliscor stareing at me from one of the trees.
"Ah damn..." I declared, naked in the middle of a grove of tree's with various genital fluids and scraps of clothing littering the flowers, myself, and the sleeping, sexy Weavile next to me. This was the start of what may have been the worst day of my life...but the best week of it too.
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Oh holy crack. Did I write this?
well...uh...not very much sex eh?
No worries. This is a test run and the next chapter will be better(i hope)