A/N: Third chapter. A bit more exposition to go through before things get action-y, but I'll reward you guys with lemon at the end as always.
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I arrive back at Jubilife at around 7.00pm and spend a short five minute walk before reaching the dingy apartment building I call my home.
Ignoring everyone else wandering the lobby, I go straight to the third floor and find my room.
Home sweet home.
My two room, one bathroom, one small kitchen sized apartment. I remember having first come here and finding an absolutely depresssing apartment that was nothing but concrete walls. Throughout the three years I've lived here I've done some touching up a bit, but the place still looked pretty poor.
The living room was a rectangular room that would be almost completely empty if not for the radiator at the corner, a single window showing the fire escape, a faded blue rug with a coffee table on top of it, and the bookcase. The bookcase by the way, was jam-packed with all my school books and my own collection of stories. I spent most of my school life on those books.
I grimace a bit when I remember that I plan to donate all those books to the library when I leave. I'll keep my personal favorites though, bring them on my travels I guess.
I release Rocky. I wanted her to see the place she'll be staying at until the end of the month. When my lease ends.
Rocky materializes in front of me. She gathers herself first before realizing that I brought her to a new and foreign place. Like what she did when in the bus, she goes around and examines everything with childish interest.
I understand that she's spent her entire life being kept in a controlled environment, so everything must be pretty new to her.
I look on at her touching this and that, or poking or biting. Occasionally I would stop her when she's about to break something. My intervention in her examinations though, were not taken well.
Often she would take something, swing it around recklessly, then gauge at my reaction. If I freak out, then she starts toying with the object some more with obviously intentional lack of care. She was mischievous and she made me frustrated. It was apparent that my scoldings were not very effective.
At some point did she take one of my favorite books and run towards the bedroom.
The bedroom by the way, was the same size as the living room and the walls were also mostly undecorated cement. But my bedroom had a single-person sized mattress (no bedpost), a cream beanbag, a drawer for my very few clothes, my old school uniforms hanged on nails, and a desk with a black laptop computer on top of it.
Rocky jumps on the mattress and I tackle her down. We both land on the mattress and I manage to take the book off her hands.
"Bad Rocky." I point at her chest. "Bad." I say and I flick her forehead.
"Oww" I say instead, her forehead was surprisingly hard.
She covers her forehead with both her arms and looks at me like I just wronged her. I ignore her antics.
"...You smell bad." I sniff the air. "I smell bad."
Well, I never did get a chance to shower on my last day. Neither did she, assuming she's ever had a shower before.
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I take Rocky by the hand and drag her to the bathroom. I take off my clothes. Then I take off her apron/dress. Then I take off her panties and take off her special bra that ties itself around her shoulders and neck.
Now she was naked. Again. But I'm (kind of) used to it by now so I manage (barely) to stave off an impending erection.
She looks up at me expectantly.
"No, we will not have sex." I say sternly.
She keeps looking up at me expectantly.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, of course she wouldn't understand. One of these days I'll get to training her properly.
I lift her by the armpits and bring her inside the shower with me. My shower was cramped, but it was the type that only had curtains and no doors so the cramped-ness only covered our footing. The twig on her head tickling my chin a little- wait, actually that's more a stalk than a twig, it's flexible.
Anyway, I turn on the shower overhead both of us with warm water.
She was still looking up at me expectantly.
"No Rocky, I'm just gonna wash you. That's all." I warn her with a finger.
She keeps looking at me that way. I try to ignore it.
I reach over to the shampoo I keep inside the soap place, but then I put it back when I realize human shampoo would probably only work by irritating her scalp. I guess it was better to just let the water wash off the dirt from her hair. Besides, I notice that the short brown hair on her head felt prickly and not like hair at all. They were probably also gonna turn into wood-colored stalks like the one in the middle of her head. I think it's growing a leaf too.
As I turn off the shower so I could soap her body, something sent a shiver down my spine.
Rocky just licked my nipple.
"Rocky, what are you-" I stop mid sentence.
One of her hands grab hold of my growing member.
"No, Rocky. I told you-" I freeze mid sentence again.
I felt a shiver go down my spine again because this time she bit my nipple. My entire body feels like it just shuddered uncontrollably. Have I always been this sensitive before?
The familiar sweet and minty smell of her pussy juices travel through the air. The familiar smell brought a sense of arousal to me. My earlier determination to remain abstinent melts away easily.
She's probably gonna rape me again, I thought. There was no remorse in the mental tone though. What was I thinking anyway? we were about to bathe together. I was practically asking for it.
She starts to jack me off with her rough hands and I stifle a moan. She bites down harder on my nipple, and I let the moan be drawn out. I hug her over her shell when my footing was starting to get shaky.
I feel her idle hand move to feel me up. Ignoring how sick it sounds to be 'feeled up' by a girl half my size, I feel her hand slowly coming to my rear. She passes my buttcheeks and forces a finger up my rectum.
My legs go limp. We both fall out of the shower, taking the curtains with us as I fall on her back and Rocky lands on top of me.
It hurt. It hurt a lot. I let out a pathetic whimper as I feel her single rough finger go in and out of my ass like a piston. There was no lube involved, I felt like she was tearing my ass off with each merciless finger thrust.
"S-stop, stop!" I say in a weak whimper. It hurt so much, the pain was insane-
To my surprise, she complies. She stops everything. I look at her face on top of me, her expression was unreadable. Then, she suddenly steps off of me.
"R-rocky?" I ask. Confused to say the least. Yesterday had shown me that she was a total nympho, nothing stops her-
And nothing does.
Because before I could understand squat, I felt both her hand take onto my thigh and she lifts them up. Suddenly, I was in a position where my legs were over my head, Rocky's head was between my legs, and her pussy was suddenly on my face.
I let out a muffled yelp when her treacly juices start soaking my face again. I expected that she wanted me to lick her pussy,
But a shiver goes up my spine before I do anything. Again, I felt something go up my ass. But this one- this one didn't hurt. It was wet, and slimy, and wriggly and- it was her tongue! She was giving me a rimjob with her tongue- her tongue that was long enough to deepthroat me before.
"N-no Rocky stop! T-that's dirty!" I yelped a muffled yelp under her pussy. My arms flail and I struggle to get her off. "S-stop it! Bad Rocky!"
I was aware that one day something- someone was probably gonna fuck my ass. I know that one day I would capture a male moemon and I'd have to do it. But I always thought that I'd have some time to prepare-
I wasn't ready yet.
Physically, it was unsafe. An (ahem) unclean asshole could be potentially dangerous, an infection could occur and both parties could be seriously injured. Usually, a person would have to go through a day or two of cleaning their colons before it was safe to try anal penetration.
A-and mentally I wasn't ready either!
I moan loudly. She just drove her long tongue further down my ass. Her saliva acting as a potent lubricant.
I realize whatever debate I make would be pointless, even if I told her to she wouldn't stop. Even if I were to resist, to explode in a kicking, flailing fury; she would easily overpower me.
I should just enjoy it for now. I'll make her swallow some antibiotics tomorrow.
Her pussy was also right in front of my face. I hug her thighs with my hands and starts working my tongue. I try what worked before and nibble on her clitoris.
I get a reaction from her as she starts bobbing her tongue more frantically. Aside from that, while she keeps one hand holding onto my rear; she uses the other one to start jacking my cock.
The double stimuli was overwhelming, but I tried to hold on as I was.
I up my game and start to pump both my thumbs into her sopping pussy.
Her response to that was to thrash her long tongue inside of me.
I respond to that by biting her clitoris'
She counters by going faster with the handjob.
I refuse to lose and pump my thumbs like a piston.
We were both fighting for domination all of a sudden. I didn't want to be so completely dominated like our first time and she wanted to completely dominate me like our first time. It became a messy competition where we both were fighting for the other to climax first.
Then, I was feeling it. That tingle in my crotch.
And from what I guess she was feeling it too. Her pussy was shivering in that telltale way.
We both manage it one more time. A simultaneous climax as we both scream into the other's crotch. Due to my position, I came hard on my own stomach and she spilled her juices on me too.
Then, everything went into post-sexual exhaustion.
...
In the end, we probably smell even worse now.
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The events of the last day settles easily enough. I dragged her back to the shower, rinse both of us clean of body fluids and then we both flop on the bed naked. After having toweled first of course- no one likes to sleep in a wet bed.
The next day started simple enough. I woke up with Rocky still asleep next to me, I put on some clothes, and then go to the kitchen to make breakfast.
All my life I've always liked to eat. And because of that I know the very basics of cooking. Those skills have been a lifesaver for me ever since I started living alone to attend high school in Jubilife.
Speaking of which, I originally came from Twinleaf town, which is far off into the countryside. But I got a scholarship to a good high school at Jubilife (because of a mathematic competition I took in middle school that caught the attention of someone important) I decided to take the scholarship and so I've been living here ever since..
As I take a slab of frozen sausages from the freezer I pause.
I know fully well where meat comes from. Most of our food comes from the livestock raised in Solaceon, or the fishes raised in Sandgem, or the plantations in Twinleaf. But that can only feed so much of Sinnoh's people.
To begin with, when the Islands Nations was first discovered, the only thing living here were moemon. No other animals, no birds- the sea didn't even contain any fish! Everything was moemon. The Islands Nations were afterall, surrounded by a natural cage made of uninhabitable mountain ranges when it was discovered. There was no sea entrance- you couldn't go under the mountains. The discovery of the Islands Nations itself, was by a billionaire scientist who had access to the best flying machines latest technology had to offer.
Where does meat comes from when the imported livestock just doesn't cut it? The answer is obvious.
Moemon.
Bile rises up my throat at the thought. I've eaten a lot of meat- most of it definitely moemon. And up to now, I never so much as batted an eye. Even when I knew where meat came from, I never brought myself to care.
Straining my ears I heard the faint sound of Rocky tossing in her sleep. That mischievous little Turtwig.
I feel sick.
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...No.
Stop it. I need to calm down. It doesn't matter, it's just a slab of meat. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter okay? It's not Rocky. She's fine, she's right here, she's safe. The meat doesn't matter.
Someone dies everyday. Sometimes moemon, sometimes human. It doesn't matter. What- why should it matter? People- I have to eat. If I can't even handle this, how am I supposed to survive on my journey?
You know what happens in the dangerous outdoors? Death, that's what. So get over it, don't think about it. It's the circle of life, things get eaten so that other things survive. Nature.
Calm down, calm down.
Just suck it up and cook the damn thing.
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A/N: To all of you who haven't been totally repulsed by the sick lemons yet, congratulations. Thank you.
And I'm sorry I may have potentially ruined straight sex for some of you.