Melissa and I made out on the bed for a while before she stood and walked over to the door, locking it. A lusty smile on her face, she sauntered over to the bed once more, slowly discarding her clothing as she approached. By the time she made it to the bed, she was completely naked, her breasts begging for attention. But before I could make a move on the magnificent mammaries, she pushed me on the bed, fire in her eyes. She tore off my shirt, rendering the garment henceforth useless. I was a bit shocked and slightly turned on by the dominance display, but hell if I was gonna complain.
She smiled and stroked my chest lovingly before slowly and sensually sliding her body down mine, her bust rubbing my abdomen and her hands fishing my stiff cock from my shorts. Taking my raging erection in her hands, she slowly stroked my cock, her loving caress and skill making me groan. Giving the head a flick, she was rewarded with a small dollop of pre-cum which she eagerly lapped up like a kitten with milk. Trilling in happiness, she took the head of my cock in her mouth. I stared down at the orange haired beauty and marveled at her skill.
She was so wound up in her task she didn't notice me staring. Sucking gently on the sensitive head, she slowly took more of me into her maw. I placed my hands on her head and gently pushed down on her head, but she could only get five or six inches down before she started gagging, making me let up on the pressure so she could breath around my dick.
She didn't even apologize, she just made up for it and then some with her tongue and sucking skills. She didn't need to take me all the way down, she just needed to keep on doing what she's doing and I would be blowing my load in no time.
And sure enough, that familiar stirring in my loins had me warning her of the impending flood. Melissa didn't even skip a beat, her face continuing to bob on my prick. I grabbed the top of her head tightly as the first rush of seed filled her mouth. Try as she might, she couldn't swallow it all before the next jet came loose, overflowing her mouth making cum spill out onto her tits. But she continued to swallow as much of my spunk as she could. By the end of my orgasm, her boobs were covered in cum and she had my seed dribbling from her mouth.
She pulled off of my dick and panted slightly. Smiling up at me she stood up and straddled my waist. She ground her pussy on my stomach for a second before raising herself up and lining her pussy up with my simply smiled and noticed me trying hard not to just spear myself into her. I grabbed her hips as she slammed down, but she didn't hit her pussy.
The scream that emitted from her mouth almost made my ears bleed. My cock had slipped at the last minute and snuck it's way into her tight ass. It felt incredibly good, but I couldn't focus on that when she was in such pain. But as fate would have it, she began to move her hips gently, working her anus around my cock. Her face was no longer contorted in pain, but with pleasure.
"Ooohhh, Arceus that feels good. They told me my first anal would hurt for a while. But this feels fucking amazing!" So I just took a gym leader's anal cherry. Neat. Wait till Tim hears about this. She rocked her hips on my pelvis, getting used to my large cock in her ass. But soon she was lifting herself up and dropping down slowly on my shaft, her inner walls squeezing me tightly. I could hear rain on the ceiling but thought nothing of it. That is, until a loud clap of thunder rang through the center and my poor dick was nearly crushed as her asshole clenched unnaturally tight.
She dropped her body onto mine and held me close like a scared child with a cock in her ass. To make matters worse, the power went out, leaving us with no light. "Fucking hell Arceus, why?" she sobbed into my shoulder.
"What's wrong? Scared of a little thunder and the dark?"
"Maybe..." she cried softly. I thrust up into her gently to take her mind off of her fears. My efforts were rewarded with a small moan. Rolling her onto her back I began to slowly saw my tool in and out of her ass, kissing her all the while. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I began to build up speed and I was soon pounding her ass for all I was worth. And she was loving every minute of it. She wasn't even paying attention to the thunder anymore.
"Oh Arceus Izzy! I'm cumming!" Right on cue, her asshole clenched my shaft and milked my cock for it's cream. And boy did it work. Her pussy spasmed under my, spraying girl-cum everywhere while I pumped my sperm into her rectum.
Once both of us were done, we panted and lay there smiling. No words were spoken. No words were necessary. Both of us fell asleep like that. Holding each other and basking in the afterglow of sweet anal sex.
Izzy's Journey Through Unova: Scene 2
I awoke with a grin on my face. I looked over at the sexy, orange haired gym leader in my bed who was sleeping peacefully. Grinning, I left her a quick note letting her know where I went, quietly and quickly dressing and leaving.
I felt bad for the way I talked to Grant and I felt the need to fix the way things ended between us. I looked all around Striaton City and couldn't find him anywhere.
Groaning in frustration, I shoved my hands roughly in my pocket and shivered in the cold autumn air. Walking like that, I wandered for a bit longer. Just as I was about to give up on the search, I heard the sounds of a battle going on. And giving one set of commands was... I perked my ears to listen.
Grant!
Running in his general direction, I began to recognize the other voice. It sounded like Tim.
I burst through the bushes and found a Pokèmon Battlefield on the ground and Grant's Yamask was out, his purple hair slicked back. He wore black leather on his tall build and a mask, hiding his facial features. Tim's Pansear was out, her curly red hair was blowing in the wind as she dodged the Ghost-Pokèmon, who was standing calmly still as purple energy flew around him.
Whenever his Pansear would get close, he would send one of his purple orbs flying at her, making her start over. She was also wearing down fast. While I watched, I began to think of ways to defeat his strategy. I didn't have time to think of one when Tim's voice cut through my thought process.
"Damn it!" he yelled, returning his Pokèmon to her ball. Grant thanked his Yamask who promptly nodded and without a word, returned to his ball. "Good job man. Hey, Izzy!" he yelled when spotted me.
Grant lowered his head. "Hey man," I started awkwardly. "I came by to say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped on you like that. I was just kinda pissed at my old man." I rubbed the back of my head from embarrassment.
"Yea, but he really does love you. We didn't get much training most of the time because he was talking about you. He was always going on about what a great trainer you would become. So I knew then that I would find you and take you on myself one day," he said, clenching his fist and flashing me a smile. His hair moved wildly in the wind.
I opened up my arms wide. "Come on then, lets see what you got." I moved into position and Grant did the same.
"One on one okay with you?" he hollered.
"That's fine with me." I yelled back.
"He doesn't stand a chance," I heard Tim whisper.
"No no, give him a chance. I'm sure he can do it." I heard another voice that I immediately recognized as Melissa's.
Grant pulled out Yamask, and called him out. He stood calmly still. Pulling out Zeke's pokeball, I threw it up, releasing the Dark type Pokèmon. He came out cracking his knuckles.
Grinning to myself, the battle began. Yamask began the same way I'm assuming he began the first battle, by surrounding himself with balls of shadow and standing still. He stood calmly, waiting for me to make the first move.
I nodded and told Zeke to try using Fury Swipes. He obeyed but the attack failed as a ball of shadow threw him back without the Yamask even making a motion.
I groaned, continually running different outcomes in my mind. "Try Leer!" I suggested. He gave me a quick thumbs up and began to glare at the Yamask threateningly. The Ghost-type staggered a bit, but soon another ball of shadow was thrown at my Pokemon.
"How about Pursuit?" I suggested. Zeke nodded and his fist became alight with dark energy. He moved to attack the Yamask and anticipated the ball that was hurled at him allowing his hit to land. But what little damage it did didn't seem to faze him as he was quickly cast aside, this time by a glowing purple hand. We continued to battle back and forth, and I was beginning to understand my opponent's attack pattern.
I grinned. The strategy clicked in my head. "Zeke! Use your new move!" I yelled at the Zorua. He thought for a moment before grinning.
"You got it Izzy!" he sighed,his face somber once more, and closed his eyes taking a deep breath before snapping his eyes open and disappearing into thin air. I couldn't see, but I could have sworn the Yamask's eyes widened in shock. For once, the Pokemon moved looking around desperately for his opponent.
He found him when his face suddenly jerked to one side and a fist attached to Zeke collided with his face. I could feel the force of that blow from over here. And what a powerful move it was. The Ghost-Pokemon fell to the ground and didn't get back up.
Grant whistled and returned Yamask, telling him he did good. "Damn bro, what was that?"
"Feint Attack," I told him confidently while returning Zeke after thanking him. He gave a small bow and retreated into his ball, most likely to flirt with my new addition to my team. "You know, come to think of it, isn't it kind of pointless to yell out what attack your Pokemon is using? Doesn't it give your opponent the advantage?"
Grant looked up in thought. "You know, you're right. We'll have to come up with a code word for each move so that our opponents won't know."
"Sounds like a plan," I said.
"An interesting concept. Mind if I use that?" Our heads turned to see a figure slumping against a tree. The guy looked to be about 18-19, and wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans with a black jacket and shoes. His hair was black with red streaks through them. His gray eyes appeared to be piercing into my soul.
"And, you know, not to be rude or anything, but who are you?" Melissa asked, her and Tim coming to stand next to Grant and I.
"The name's Mike," he said nonchalantly.
"Mike... what?"
His eyes narrowed. "Just Mike." His tone told us to drop the subject. "By the way, that's a nice Yamask you got there. You got a name for it?"
Grant grinned and said, "Nope. He didn't want one."
"I see. And you listened to him?" He seemed surprised.
"Yes, why wouldn't I?"
"It's hard to find trainers who respect their Pokemon nowadays. That's all. Now, your Zorua is also pretty impressive. But, I've seen better." He put his fingers to his lips and blew a high pitched whistle. As if on cue, a woman in a completely skin tight leather body suit jumped down from the tree. She righted herself, her short black hair with red tips blowing in the wind. She placed her hands on her hips and looked at us. "And who are they?" she said, pointing to us in turn.
"I'm Isaiah, but you can call me Izzy." I said.
"Sup, name's Tim."
"Melissa, pleasure to meet you."
"Grant."
"Ah, nice. This is Arcadia. My sister and first Pokemon. We've been on our journey together since..." His eyes looked distant all of a sudden. "Never mind. Anyways, I would like to challenge you to a battle." he said, pointing at Grant.
"Na-uh, you're facing me first." Melissa cracked her knuckles and pulled out a pokeball. "I'm interested to see what your Zorua can do."
Mike nodded. "Fine by me. But don't complain when I whoop you." he grinned, stepping into the battle square.
Melissa called out her Pokemon and an identical copy of Arcadia emerged from the red beam. Arcadia raised an eyebrow and the other Arcadia followed suit. Then she laughed her imposter laughed as well. A cloud of purple and black energy surrounded the dark type and when it dissipated, she was now a nude human that looked like it bathed in Pepto-Bismo, her form constantly shifting. Her face was solid however and she still retained her sparkling blue eyes. Now it was fake Arcadia's turn to raise an eyebrow. Her form shifted and soon she too was an identical copy of the true Arcadia and from what I could tell, in her true form.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you that using a Ditto is cheating?" Mike asked, a cool expression on his face as he smiled.
A Ditto? I wondered, pulling out my pokedex. I gave the shifting Pokemon a quick scan.
NAME: Ditto
Level: 20
Moves: Transform
Height: Varies
Weight: Varies
Description: Ditto are Pokemon that can constantly change their shape to anything within viewing range. They can be anything, anyone, and especially anypokemon. They do not, however gain levels and match the level and battle attributes of said Pokemon, only their moves and form. They do however, acquire the bedroom prowess of the form they take, including physical endowment.
I looked back up at the battle that was taking place and saw that they were continually shifting back and forth between forms. This continued on for a while before finally Melissa's Pokemon eventually tried to transform and ended up just flailing her bring pink arms, hitting both herself and Arcadia. Mike grinned.
"I'm surprised that the Pokemon of a Gym Leader fell for a trick such as that." he said.
"What's happening to my Pokemon? What did you do?" Melissa asked, scared for her Pokemon.
"Relax. I would never cause any real harm to a Pokemon. Your Ditto just used all of it's PP on Transform. And now it's damaging itself. But get it to a Pokemon center and you'll be fine. But would you like to just concede now?"
Melissa sighed. "Yes." She recalled her Pokemon. "Gotta hand it to you Mike, you're pretty smart."
He grinned. "Yea, but it was mostly Sis. We discuss strategies for each Pokemon we encounter and adjust them accordingly to their strengths and weaknesses." I facepalmed. Why didn't I think of that with my team.
Then something registered in my brain. "Wait, did you just call your Pokemon your sibling?" I asked, intrigued.
He looked at me. "Yes. I have known her from birth. She is like the sister I never had." he walked over to Arcadia and took her hand in his. But it wasn't like two lovers holding hands. It was warm and gentle, like siblings. I nodded. Made sense.
"But wait," Tim said, raising an eyebrow and pointing to the trainer and Pokemon. "Doesn't that kinda make it weird to...you know..."
He got no further as a fist came down on his head and left a lump as a very angry orange-haired Gym Leader gave him a scolding whilst Tim rubbed the back of his head. "You stupid moron! You can't just ask people things like that! So what if they're into incest? Some people like that sort of thing and you have no room to judg-"
"Actually, I don't have sexual relations with my Pokemon."
The four of us looked at him. "Wait, what?" Melissa asked. "You mean,"
"Yep, not once, nor ever." he responded.
"Well, there was that one time..." Arcadia began, a smirk on her face.
"Yes, but we don't talk about that," he said, shooting a glare at the Zorua. She shrugged. He looked over at Grant. "So, about that battle?"
"Sorry dude. My Pokemon's tired out."
"I have an extra Pokemon or two if you want to battle again." I spoke up.
He grinned. "Fine, but on one condition."
"Name it," I said confidently.
"If I win, you give me your Pokemon. If you win, I'll pay quadruple the normal Pokeyèn required for a battle of this challenge rating," he proclaimed, pointing at me.
A/N Well, you guys have been asking and asking. And now, your prayers have been answered. See kids, Satan is real! :) Anywhore, please review and let me know what you think. I still need more gym leaders so keep them coming in! Also, Arceus, whoever you are, keep commenting on my stories and keep up the funny work. I laugh every time
Peace, Love, and Hair Grease,
Lionstar,
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