AN: Not sure how I feel about this, some parts felt, admittedly forced. Holds the record for least amount of memes/puns! Go, read, enjoy. Remember no minors!
This morning, I was gifted with square imprints on my face, their marks a leftover from falling asleep on my keyboard. I attempted to rub away the indents, but they stubbornly resisted, remaining on my face despite my best efforts. Sighing, I walked to the bathroom and twisted the handle in the shower. The water that spewed out of the tap smelt rusty, and had a dirty brown-red tinge to it. Lamenting my worn pipes, I shut the water off, and used the sink to freshen my face. The pattern of blocks had almost disappeared, and the redness of the area had faded. I couldn't help but rub my eyes once more, still tired from yesterday's adventure.
My stomach growled for a moment, right as Gin tapped on the bathroom door. If I was hungry, I could be certain that he was starving. I opened the door to empty space; Gin had already sprinted towards the kitchen and I could hear him rustling through the cabinets, searching for an easy meal. His claws darted through the various boxes and bags, their surfaces crinkling and rustling as he pawed at them. Finally, he found a bag of Pokéblocks and clamped them between his two talons.
The package of pink Pokéblocks smelt almost unbearably sweet, even more so when I opened the bag of them. Although sweet, the berries were still very rough, and Gin could only eat a few of them before being sated. I closed the bag and rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying to get the sickeningly sweet scent out of my mind. Already I was beginning to get a stomachache from it; how Gin could down so many of those, let alone one, was a mystery to me.
I took a seat, right there on the chair as my stomach growled once more. Gin may have been fed to satisfaction, but I doubted I could last till lunch with just a few small blocks. A box of breakfast bars blatantly sat in the cupboard the Pokéblocks had come from; I grabbed three, two for now and one for the road. Standing up and peeling open the first package, I began to rummage for my pack, tossing the empty wrapper into the garbage can while I stuffed the entirety of the oaty-granola bar into my mouth. I hardly tasted food, opting to swallow it before I choked to death on a grainy meal. Finally, I found what I was searching for in my bag, a local town map detailing all the hot spots for training.
There was a list at the bottom, separating the different spots by what they trained, be it Attack, Special Attack, Defense, Special Defense, or Speed. I skimmed the areas underneath Attack for a brief moment, and then, closing my eyes, chose one at random. It was a park, not too far from here, about 15 minutes if we walked, but that was something that I wasn't planning on doing. I rolled the map up and stuffed it into my back pocket. With the final act of throwing my backpack onto my back and kicking open the door, Gin and I set off to the park where, hopefully, we would be able to get a good day's worth of training in.
But, before we even began to leave, I had to start Gin's training, climbing onto his taunt back as if I was a Slaking clinging to his mother during the wee ages of his youth. With one hand grasping around his neck and under his arm and the other free to direct, he sprinted off; the wind whipping daggers into my eyes from the speed. The trees near us began to blur, multitudes of green shades flashing in my peripheral vision, and the forms of trainers whizzed by too, so fast it was impossible to even make eye contact. I squinted a bit, trying to decipher the signpost ahead: "Trainer Tips! No stealing Pokémon from other tr-"was all I was able to read before it too flashed past, a bit too close to comfort.
I tried to yell my instructions to Gin, but the wind ripped my voice from me; the air slicing down my throat as if trying to pop my lungs. Giving up, I tapped him on the nose with my free hand, pointing out a fork in the road. Despite me clearly pointing to the right, Gin had dashed off to the left towards an opening in the wall of trees that marked a forest. I leaned back on him, like pulling the reins in on a Ponyta, but that only served to make him stumble for a moment, then spin into a somersault, crashing both of us into a robust oak tree.
There was no time for bemoaning injuries, because immediately after our crash, an angry Heracross appeared, and it looked quite cross at our disturbance to its home. I rolled backwards a safe distance, lamenting the empty loop where my bat should have been. Had I stopped to think about it for more than a few seconds, I would have realized that I left it leaning against my desk at home, but there was no time for such reminiscing. Gin was still unconscious from his tuck'n'roll, and I was nearly defenseless to the Bug/Fighting type Pokémon. Nearly.
With the skill of one thousand deus ex machina, I assumed a rudimentary fighting pose, my dominant leg supporting me from behind and the other pointed towards the Hercules beetle, I motioned for it to come at me. Immediately it charged, angling its horn as if attempting to skewer me. I bent lower, storing energy in my calves and thighs. It was ten feet away now, eight, six, and four…
Right as it reached my position I released all the potential energy in my legs into kinetic energy, vaulting over the beast using its horn as leverage. The Pokémon crashed into the tree behind me, although crashed isn't the best word. It was more like he completely demolished it with his horn, that and the trees that were growing innocently behind it. It had the misfortune to stop underneath one of the falling oaks, and I edged closer to its prone figure, tapping it with my running shoe to see if it was still alive.
That was a mistake. My prodding must have awoken it from its daze, and with all of its strength, the Pokémon lifted the tree, and tossed it far off into the distance. I took a few furtive steps back, but the Heracross's head swiveled towards me, eyes glowing red. The Pokémon's usual blue exoskeleton was dripping green ooze from many cracks and its horn hung loosely from its forehead, gushing out more of that green fluid. I backed away from the hideous sight; you wouldn't see that on 4kids.
"H-h-h-h-e-r-a-a-a…" it groaned out, taking another step forward. And with that step, and the next, I heard the grisly sound of cracking shell, pieces of the Pokémon's carapace peeling off and revealing mossy-green flesh that oozed a fluid that smelt foul. I continued to walk backwards, watching the beast in case it dashed at me, something that I highly doubted it could do in its state.
I stumbled over a mound of Pokémon. Gin. In the adrenaline rush I had almost forgotten about him. He was still out cold, and the Heracross approached further still. I grabbed his tail, and began to pull him along the ground, but he was stuck in a rut. The Heracross loomed closer still, and despite my tugs on the Garchomp's thick tail, he would not snap out of his daze. The beetle Pokémon collapsed onto its knees just a foot away from the two of us, and I swung my foot out, attempting to kick it in a soft spot. My shoe easily slid into the Pokémon's side, and it cried out, shuddering as the traction on my shoe grated against its spongy flesh.
This scream finally awoke Gin from his pseudo-coma, and he groggily looked around before focusing on the writhing bug Pokémon. About damn time! I thought to myself, before barking out an order to him.
"Gin! Fire Fang!"
He lunged forward towards the semi-attacking Pokémon, mouth abursting with flame. Gin sunk his teeth into the Heracross, smashing through its exoskeleton and spraying its green blood across the forest floor and my pant legs. I gave out a sigh of relief and managed to pull my leg out of the what-seemed-to-be-dead Heracross. For a moment I considered berating Gin for knocking himself out, but considering the fact that he awoke in time to finish off the foe, I let it slide.
As I stood, dusting off my shirt and lamenting over my stained pants, I looked around the clearing we had landed in. We had flown off of the beaten path, lost in innumerable trees. Judging by the tracks left in the ground from Gin's landing, I'd guess they pointed the way out, but I was unable to check this as I was rudely interrupted.
"Wadda we got here Chompy? A lost trainer? He looks kinda roughed up, don't he?" It wasn't hard to recognize the owner of those words, Grig, a formidable trainer ranked high in the Garchomp league. His partner Pokémon, Chompy was a Garchomp much like my own, only a foot taller like most others. He laughed at me for a second before saying, "You had to do that much just for a little bug? Your Garchomp won't never get into Uber Tier!"
My face flashed red for a second, and I glanced around the clearing searching for Grig. His bright orange shirt easily contrasted with the trees, and he jumped down from the perch he was standing on. Chompy emerged from behind the trunk of the tree, standing behind his master. "Haha, what's the matter baby, you mad?"
"No…" I murmured. "I'm not mad… just upset."
With these words and a battle cry, I leapt forward, rearing my fist back for a punch. Grig blinked for a second, and that was all I needed, plowing my fist into his chubby nose and causing a veritable blood explosion from his nostrils. Grig reared back, either in surprise or with the force of my punch, clutching his gushing nose.
"Oh youb asshobe! Chomby, attap!" he groaned out, voice warped from his clogged sinuses. His Garchomp seemed to know what he was saying, and jumped towards me, his claw pointed to cleave into my chest. Gin, foreseeing the attack, had jumped in and blocked with skill. Chompy slashed at Gin's fins once more, this time pushing the smaller Garchomp backwards. I quickly ran out of the battle field, back to where Grig was standing. He had wiped off the majority of the blood I splattered across his face, but a few specks still remained on his cheek.
He ran at me this time, tossing a punch that nicked my side. Despite being just a brief brush, I flinched at the amount of weight being thrown behind it. He turned and pivoted, throwing a second punch at me, this one I wasn't able to block. The full brunt of it hit me right on my solar plexus; I coughed up blood along with the air that was forcibly removed from my chest. The world went white for a moment, but I steadied my breathing and stood back up. The taste of copper lingered in my mouth, and a spat out red saliva. I was ready for him now, and I returned to a loose fighting pose. Before beckoning for him to come towards me, I glanced over at where Gin and Chompy were fighting.
The ground was crumbling and torn from the many Earthquakes the two dragon Pokémon pumped out, and many of the nearby trees were beginning to look as though they were about to join the dirt in upheaval. In the middle of this chaos, two Garchomp exchanged blows; their talons clashed together sending sparks out that flashed out even in the mid-morning sun. If the two reptiles could sweat, I'm sure they would be both drenched, but so far the only thing that coated them was small licks of blood, and dust from the ground. They constantly smashed together for a brief moment to exchange blows, and then leapt apart, as if to take a breath. I shook my head to keep from being memorized by the sight, and returned my attention to my own fight.
Grig had already begun to sprint towards me, his arm cocked for another of his devastating punches. I shifted my weight to the right, hoping he wouldn't catch my bluff. Even my inexperienced eyes could tell he had shifted his aim towards where he thought I was dodging. It was a farce however, and I ducked backwards, grabbing his arm and tripping him into the ground. With a grunt, I pulled his dominant arm up as he tumbled against the dusty dirt, and it gave with a sickening snap. I dropped it in surprise and it fell limply to the ground.
The crack must have echoed loud enough for the two Garchomp to hear, as they had stopped their fighting and were looking over at where Grig lied, groaning out in pain. Chompy rushed towards his injured trainer, and I ran back towards the safety of the trees, calling Gin to follow. The last sounds I heard from the clearing were the dull creaking noises of a tree beginning to fall, and then a loud crunch, followed by a second yelp of pain.
While I hope that Grig was uninjured, I didn't have the heart to return and check on him, he did, after all, try to knock my lights out. It seemed as though we wandered in the forest for hours searching for an exit, and by the time we had escaped its clutches, the mid-afternoon sun hung ominously low. Spying a lone tree off the beaten track we followed, I changed course for the shade. The freshly cut grass, although still sharp, was soft and inviting; both of us snuggled on it, Gin underneath me. His heart thumped in my ear a dull rhythmic pattern that attempted to lull me into sleeping, but I resisted. The sun looked as though it was a comet heading towards the western ground, and I realized how fast time had passed.
I tried to push myself off of Gin, but his arms trapped me, hugging me close to his scaly flesh as if he knew I needed comforting. Still, his hold wouldn't be enough to restrain me, and I wiggled out of his grasp, ripping my shirt in the process. I pulled the rest of the fabric off of me, I'd definitely had to go back home for a change of clothing. Gin had other plans, however, and he tackled me when I began to slip my shoes back on. The ripe scent of grass entered my nostrils; Gin pinned me by sitting on my back.
With surprising dexterity, his tail maneuvered around my legs, binding them as hostages to his will, and he traced lines down the small of my back with his talons. I could envision what the scratch marks were leading down towards, and in a second my hypothesis was confirmed when Gin's claw slipped past the waistband of my pants and rubbed against the end of my tailbone. Despite only having two sharp claws for hands, he was daft at removing my jeans, leaving me pinned down and naked for any wandering trainer to see.
"G-Gin!" I half-yelled to him, "At least take me somewhere private!" His movements paused for a moment; I could tell he was pensive. And then, grabbing my bag in his jaw and scooping me up off the ground, he pulled me deeper into the forest, a protective barrier of trees blocking any trainer from entering. He dropped my bag unceremoniously on the dirt, and laid me over it, making sure my ass was pointed up in the air. I attempted to roll off, but Gin blocked my movements once more, and this time I felt his slimy member prod against my ass. It seemed thicker than usual, resting between my two cheeks and sliding between them, coating them with precum. For a moment, I felt the tip of his cock poke into me, but it didn't slide too far before getting stuck.
"You're gonna have to loosen me," I muttered to the confused Garchomp whose only method of problem solving was trying once more to thrust into me. He seemed wary of releasing me, despite knowing full well that I wouldn't move to be King of Kanto. Finally, he released his hold on me and slid his nose down my back. His tongue flickered between my cheeks, his mouth heated as if he was about to use Fire Fang. He rested his nose just beneath my tailbone and his tongue began pressing firmly against my shaven rump.
It took him only a moment to find my entrance, and he darted his thick tongue into it, greasing it up with his saliva. His claw-tips bit against my rear now, pulling my cheeks farther apart so he could slip his tongue in deeper, this time it rubbed against my prostate, and I shuddered, spurting a drop of pre onto my bag. His tongue left my ass and for a brief moment I yearned for the warmth to return. Instead, I got a tongue curling around my erection, slipping between it and the heavy material of my backpack. His scaled nose blew heated air against my shaft, and he finally bent it enough to suckle on the entirety.
"Ohh… gods…" I muttered as his tongue flittered around my cock-head like a Venomoth around a light. My toes curled the grass beneath them as he continued to suck, bobbing slightly down my shaft. His maw engulfed the entirety of my member, surrounding it with hot warmth that sent shivers down my back. Just as I began to arch, he stopped, letting an icy wind take the heat from my erection. I whined pitifully at the loss, but it was too late, Gin had already returned to poking at my ass with his precum covered cock.
He bent forward, nipping at my neck as he started a slow thrust; his tapering cock slowly spread apart my walls, the minute spikes of his dick sending a zap of pleasure each time the popped inside of me. He pushed into me twice as far as before, but once again he halted, stuck by the tight clench of my buttocks. I groaned, both from the pain of having a spiked dick inside of me, and from the pleasure of having a spiked dick inside of me. Steeling myself, I pressed backwards, trying to take my Garchomp to the hilt. His breath began to quicken, hot moist exhales wafting over my ear as I slid down further.
His claws wrapped around my torso, pulling me up off my bag and into a reverse-cowgirl position. Gravity aided me on my quest of lust, dragging me down with its power onto the thick meaty rod of Pokémon. He let out a soft, "G-gar…!" as my cheeks pressed against his groin, the entirety of his member housed inside of me. I grinded against him, letting waves of ecstasy surf over me in a whirlpool of pleasure and a waterfall of carnality. The spikes of his dick caressed my prostate, stroking it with each short thrust I made.
I yearned for release, lightly spurting out dollops of pre onto Gin's tail and down my shaft. Gin's pace increased, his hips bucked underneath me, pressing his spiked member into my prostate once more. His cock felt as though it would split me in two, but I loved every second of it. Finally, his knocks on my pleasure point were answered as I clenched around him, spurting out milky cum onto my chest and his tail. Like dominoes, his orgasm quickly followed and he rammed his cock into me, the spikes flaring out and locking it in pace as it began to ooze its juice.
I had a brief moment of stillness, before the first jet of cum whitewashed my inside with its hot 'n sticky paint. Then a second jet of the warm solution burst forth, and a third, fourth, and fifth. While with each spurt of semen getting progressively less, I could feel my ass stretching to accommodate the mass amount of cum. After what seemed to be an agonizingly short minute of ecstasy, Gin groaned, and we rolled over onto our sides.
The spikes on his cock began to deflate, along with the member itself, and it slid out of my slickened ass with a muffled "plop". A small amount of excess cum began to drool out of my hole, but I was content to lie in Gin's arms and ignore it. His muzzle tapped against the back of my neck, rubbing affectionately against the nape of it.
