Chapter Two is up! Hope everyone is enjoying this! Once again, the rules belong to EspeonofShadows so credits for that go to him/her! (Is EspeonofShadows a girl or a boy? That's going to bug me now LOL.)
BananaMander: Thanks for the review! I almost lost this chapter and the start of chapter three due to a computer malfunction, therefore I no longer have spell-check since Windows fucked up and deleted Microsoft Word, PowerPoint, Excel, you get my point :-) In other words, my computer did fuck up so now I have to wait to get Word back. But nonetheless you wish has been granted! Xx
ANY spelling mistakes are not my fault! My computer is shite!
Chapter Two
Lorne was still snoozing lightly as I awoke the following morning. It was about seven-thirty and pissing down with rain. I loved the rain – it was like a lullaby or a free cold shower. Luckily, however, my umbrella was in my bum bag. I loved my bum bag. It was expensive and had been made with dimension-compressing technology, which meant I could pack the content of my house into it and it would be no heavier. It was also untraceable, making it easy to cart about through air ports and such. When it was X-ray scanned, it showed up with the smallest and least lethal of the items inside it. In this case, it would be Pokeballs, the umbrella and my Pokedex.
"Morning," Lorne mumbled, sitting up. "Great. Rain." He glowered at the window.
"Don't Grass types need rain?" I asked, frowning.
"Yes, but not this much of it," he grumbled, pulling on his shirt and jacket. "I mean, why does it always have to tip it down like this? Please, Kyorge, just spare me!" He yanked on his trainers and ran my hairbrush through his tangled locks.
"You never stop complaining, do you?" I teased.
He smacked me upside my head. "Shut up."
I rubbed where he had hit me. "You are so not a morning Pokémon."
"No," he mumbled, scratching his head. "Where are we heading today?"
"Striaiton City. We're going to face the Gym Leader," I grinned.
He raised a brow. "Wouldn't it be a good idea to catch some more Pokémon first? You don't know what the Gym Leader may have up his sleeve."
I groaned. "I hate the fact you're right." I pulled on my clothes and strapped on my bum bag. "Who do you think we should catch first?"
"Well, since you're straight, a male Pokémon would probably be best. I don't know what the Gym Leader specialise in so perhaps a Normal type such as Lillipup or maybe a Dragon type like Deino or Axew – Dragon types are only weak against other Dragon types and Ice types," he informed me whilst brushing his hair. "When you hang around at the Juniper lab for long enough, you end up learning about type match-ups."
"Right, so we want either a Normal or Dragon type. Got it."
"Although there were three guys from the Striaiton Gym who came to the lab once," Lorne continued. "Cilan, Cress and Chili. They were asking about Pansear, Pansage and Panpour, their leading Pokémon. I think the concept may be that we'll be facing Chili and Pansear – a Fire type that I'm completely hopeless against."
I nodded. "Okay, so we need a Water type," I mused. "How about a Tympole? Then again, Ground types are good against Fire types and so are Rock types, so a Sandile or a Roggenrola would be good, too."
"Correct," he said and handed my hairbrush back to me. "Tympole, Sandile and Roggenrola are good choices. Let's go."
I strapped on my bum bag and smiled. "Yeah, that's a good idea," I smiled and we set off for the day.
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"There it is," I whispered to Lorne a few hours later as we crouched low in the grass, watching a Sandile in the grass. "You're fast, Lorne, so make it strike quickly."
The Sandile we were watching was, of course, male. It was about five-two, an inch shorter than Lorne, and wore a pair of Steampunk goggles over his eyes. He wore a black-and-tan bandana over dark hair the colour of walnut wood. He wore a tan long coat over a red T-shirt with black cargos and a pair of warn Doc Martens-esque boots. His eyes behind the goggles were darkest brown and his skin was golden-tanned. Like Lorne, he wore a knife on his hip, this one more like a machete than a dirk like Lorne's.
Lorne smirked. "I'll kick his ass," he muttered.
"Go, Tackle it," I ordered quietly. "Now!"
The Sandile looked up at my shout and looked a little panicked. "Oh, no!" he yelped and tried to make a run for it but Lorne was too fast.
Lorne barrelled into Sandile hard and twin vines shot out of Lorne's hands, grabbing Sandile before he could escape. "Yes!" he said with a smug tone. "I learned Vine Whip!"
"Nice shot, Lorne!" I grinned, jumping out from my hiding place.
Sandile panicked, thrashing against Lorne's Vine Whip. "No! Please don't hurt me!" he cried.
I frowned. "Why would I hurt you, Sandile?" I asked. "Lorne, well done."
He shrugged. "Meh, wasn't hard."
I turned to Sandile. "Hey, do you want to get really strong, Sandile?" I asked him.
He frowned. "Strong? Like my Papa Krookodile?"
"Exactly!" I said, beaming. "Would you like to come with me and Lorne and get really strong?"
He watched me for a moment, then nodded. "I'd like to get strong. Can you promise me I'll always be getting stronger with you?"
"I promise. Lorne's getting stronger every day with me, Sandile, plus you'll get all the tail you want," I said with a wink.
Lorne pouted. "Does that mean I have to share you?"
"Duh," I said. "Sandile, how about it?"
He smiled. "Yeah! I want to get stronger!"
I took out a Pokeball. "Okay, let's go," I mused and cracked the Pokeball against his shoulder.
He went inside the Pokeball willingly and it wobbled in my hand for a moment before shuddering to a stop. "Yes!" I grinned. "I've got myself a Sandile!"
Lorne raised a sardonic brow. "Now, what are you going to call him?" He took out his dagger and examined it with vague interest.
"Hm, I think I'll call him...Corbin. It means 'dark' and since Sandile are Dark types as well as Ground types I think it fits," I said with a nodded. I released Corbin and smiled again. "Right, Sandile, I'm naming you Corbin."
"Corbin...I like it!" he said with a bright smile.
"Pokedex," Lorne prompted.
I took it out and it scanned Corbin.
'Sandile, the Desert Croc Pokémon. Sandile are rather calm Pokémon and enjoy getting strong. Most Krookodile recall their days as a Sandile fondly, describing it as the best part of their battling days. Sandile are very well-loved by Pokémon Fan Clubs all over Unova due to their charismatic and hearty attitudes towards life. Although slow, Sandile had very good defence stats and their attitudes are usually very friendly unless they are snuck up upon from behind. They evolve into Krokorok at level twenty-nine. The tallest recorded Sandile reaching five feet and six inches. Like Snivy, Sandile carry a knife to act as their tail in a sense that was made by their Krookodile parents. The Sandile Corbin knows the moves Mud Slap, Assurance, Thunder Fang and Dig. This Sandile is very calm and collected but may become flustered in battles. He can be quite rough during a bonding process but will treat his Trainer with love and care. He is very strong-willed in battle, despite getting flustered, and will try his hardest to win a battle for his Trainer.'
Corbin smiled. "Do we get to bond now, Trainer?"
"My name is Riley," I told him, "and yeah, I'll bond with you."
Lorne scowled. "What am I? A third wheel?"
I smiled as Corbin huddled against me. "You can join in if you want, Lorne," I murmured as my newly caught Sandile began to kiss my neck. "The more the merrier."
He smirked and darted behind be as Corbin nuzzled my throat. "These are mine," he growled, cupping my breasts firmly and biting my neck lightly.
Corbin growled playfully, his nibbling getting rougher. "I can't wait to fuck you," he growled, capturing my lips in a hot kiss. He grabbed me roughly and smirked at Lorne. "Lay down. I want to double team her."
Lorne raised a brow. "You want her pussy or her ass?"
"Pussy – essential for a bond," he shrugged.
Lorne nodded. "I get her ass," he mused, laying down on the grass and unbuttoning his trousers. His hard cock sprung free.
"Hey," I complained. "At least let me get my lube out." I dug in my bum bag while Corbin unbuttoned my jeans, slipping a hand inside and rubbing my slit provocatively. He nibbled my ear as I closed my hand around the strawberry lubricant. Durex was my best friend when it came to anal and oral. "Let's get started."
Lorne dragged me down and snatched the lube as Corbin knelt before us, already stroking his cock – Sandile weren't famed for being massive but his manhood was a fair size and shape. As Lorne covered his fingers in lube, I avidly sucked Corbin's hard cock, practically gulping it down. Lorne's long fingers ran around the ring of muscle that was my anus before pressing one finger in, making me choke on a gasp around Corbin's member.
The Sandile grabbed two fistfuls of my hair and shunted into my mouth when I caught my breath. "Arceus, that's so fucking good!" he growled between soft groans.
I moaned as Lorne carefully opened my surrogate hole a finger at a time until he could fit three in there, probing my passage gently. I popped my mouth off Corbin's rigid flesh. "Lorne stop teasing and fuck me!" I whined, desperate for that orgasm that hovered just out of reach.
He smirked and lowered me down onto his cock agonisingly slowly, his hands holding my ass cheeks apart. "You're really tight," he groaned, finally getting the head of himself past the ring.
"Careful," I laughed breathlessly, "that nearly sounded like a compliment."
He yanked me back and held me up so Corbin could enter me from the front, feeding me his dick. The two Pokémon filled me fully, giving me a moment to catch my breath before they started moving. At first, it was sloppy but the two soon found a rhythm, fucking me in tandem as I moaned loudly enough to attract any other Pokémon looking for some action.
"You're so hot and wet your cream is getting on my cock," Lorne hissed in my ear as Corbin bit my nipples hard, making me cry out.
My orgasm had me shattering apart in a matter of minutes, squeezing the two cocks as they both continued to thrust. I noticed that Corbin was gritting his teeth and sweating in an effort not to cum before Lorne, who was like a jackhammer in my ass, pounding away like anal was going out of fashion. A second orgasm flooded me quickly, my pussy clamping down on Lorne and Corbin like a vice.
"Fuck, I'm gonna blow," Corbin growled between bites on my breasts. "Yes!"
Lorne ramped up his speed until I creamed on Corbin's cock one more time, bringing about his climax and Corbin's. The two Pokémon groaned thickly, releasing their sticky seed into my ass and cunt. Talk about bathing in cream – Corbin actually overflowed me with his cum.
"Mmm," I moaned, smiling. "That was awesome."
Corbin nuzzled my breasts. "My Trainer," he mumbled, looking quite tired.
I held up his Pokeball. "I think you're tired. Return," I mused as Lorne stroked my back gently. I looked over my shoulder at him. "You're not like normal Snivy."
He frowned as I deserted his cock and got dressed. He sat up, tucking his cock back into his jeans and zipping them up. "What makes you say that?"
I shrugged. "It's just...my brother Darren has a female Snivy and he says that she only screws him when she wants it and that Snivy-kind are very selfish lovers. You're really unselfish – you held off until both Corbin and I came. Well, I came three times but that's not the point." I pulled on my Trainers and bum bag. "I just don't get why you're so different from other Snivy. I don't know why, but you just seem different."
He avoided my gaze. "I should really tell you...No Trainer has ever picked me. I've been at the lab nearly five years and I've been put up to be chosen at least twice a month in those years. I began to feel quite rejected and then that fucking Tepig shows up and pisses me off further. Oshawott – the one you saw – was a brand new Oshawott. Tepig...the newbies noticed her enthusiasm and got, well, turned-off by it."
I frowned. "But you're such a good-looking Snivy, Lorne. Any of those girls were total idiots for not picking you. Hell, if Tepig had been male, I would've picked her."
"You prefer Fire types," he stated.
"Not necessarily. My Mum had an Emboar and I've adored the Tepig evolution line since. Darren's Snivy...I should call her Serperior really. Darren's Serperior is too up her own ass for her own good. You're not that bad for a Snivy." I pulled on my T-shirt and dragged my brush through my hair for the second time that day. "You're a lot less arrogant and bitchy than Darren's Serperior."
He gave me a considerate look and sighed softly. "When you picked me, I was actually shocked. I really lost my cool. I never expected you to choose me. I thought you'd pick Oshawott like most before."
I ruffled his hair playfully. "I'm glad I picked you though, Lorne. Despite what some people think, I'm a pretty good Trainer. I mentally assess the opponent's strengths and weaknesses so I know which moves and Pokémon to use. For example, if I was facing off against a Hydreigon, I would know that Fighting, Ice, Bug and Dragon types work best and its Ability would be Levitate so Ground type moves are ineffective."
He gave a half-smile and nodded. "I think we should head for Striaiton City before we get too into this heart-to-heart bollocks," he taunted and began walking in the wrong direction.
I laughed. "Lorne, you're going back to Accumula Town that way."
He span on his heel and started walking the right way. "I knew that. I was just testing you."
I didn't say anything but I could see his cheeks burning red. He was so cute when he blushed.
