Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from Pokemon or any Trademarks of Nintendo. This story and OCs belong to me.
A/N: This is my Nidorina drabble. Nothing else to report.
Title of this drabble is: From Fear, to Love.
Greg was never too much of an active guy. Slightly overweight, he'd rather be playing video games (he has every system) or watching TV than actually being outside. Although he liked Pokemon, he never cared too much about owning one...being scared as hell of them with all the news stories of people being attacked or worse by them. Even the documentaries that said that Pokemon and people could live together peacefully didn't convince him that they weren't blood-thirsty monsters who would like nothing more than to pick him apart limb from limb.
Of course, that just made what happened one fall morning all the worse for him. It started out like any other...wake up, dress, use restroom and brush teeth, go down stairs, make breakfast, and then TV. Its then when things started to go down the tube. When he flipped on the idiot box and started flipping through the channels, something on the local news channel that caught his eye. Apparently, the local Professor had an accident at the lab, allowing some of the Pokemon to escape. Among the escapees were an Ursurang, Venusaur, a couple of DoDuos, a Houndoom, a Tauros (who might have started the escape), and a Nidorina. All this happened early morning, an hour before he awoke. The story finished up with a reward offer for sightings and a greater one if delivered alive and without harm.
Greg immediately turned the TV off and leaped up to lock his doors. Once that was done, he peered out the window. He always knew about the professor's pens, having worked there part time as a seasonal thing before, and one of his worse case things was that the Pokemon would escape. He quivered slightly...the Pokemon could be anywhere by now. Slowly, he returned to the TV in order to calm himself. He turned it back on and started flipping...though nothing helped. On one channel was a campy horror flick about an evil Clefairy who kills every owner he gets adopted by. Another was a documentary showing predatory habits of Mightyena...and they had just killed a Stantler. It was all enough to make him white with fear.
Greg decided that maybe some video games would help sooth him...he was mistaken. He had forgotten that he borrowed a game from his friend because it seemed like a good idea at the time. The game? Inherent Evil...a game where the main character has to survive through a mansion of a mad scientist who created a virus that could resurrect dead Pokemon. He immediately got up, ejected the game, and looked to his shelf to put in another. He looked through each of them to find one he hasn't beaten before. None were particularly appealing...
He sighed and returned the game to its case before shutting of the FunStation. Maybe some music was what he needed. Greg reached down to the table for his Pokegear and turned to the radio option. He flipped through the channel settings until he found one he liked. It was playing Pokemon Lullaby. He sighed as the gentle music started playing and he could feel his worries drift away. It wasn't long until he, himself, drifted off to sleep on the couch.
Greg didn't know how long he was asleep, but he was awakened by a rather loud sound coming from his backyard. He grumbled as he turned off his Pokegear. He sat there for a few seconds, thinking he might have imagined the noise until another loud crash came. He closed his eyes and sighed before getting up and walking over to the back door.
"If this is the neighbor's Growlithe again so help me..." Greg thought as he turned the handle and walked out into the yard.
Nothing. Greg didn't see a thing different, besides the grill and a storage bin for lawncare stuff knocked over. He sighed. The Growlithe must have came, wrecked his stuff, then got scared off. He turned back and was about to shut the door until he heard a sudden splash that came from his pool. He quickly threw open the door and marched out to the pool in order to fish out the Growlithe when he froze. It wasn't a Growlithe swimming in the pool...but instead it was a Nidorina. There was a tag on her ear, indicating she belonged to the laboratory.
Greg immediately started to tremble. It was his fear made true since hearing that report...one of the vicious escaped Pokemon had come to his house. The scenarios started playing in his head...he could be poisoned, impaled, bitten to death, mauled...it only added to his current state. The Nidorina noticed him standing there and climbed out of the pool. She had dived into the pool to cool off and when she saw him she thought someone had come to play with her so she started to approach him while giving a cheerful cry. He yelped while he stumbled backwards and, a couple of seconds of crawling backwards later, he turned, got up, and dashed into the house. He didn't even bother, or think of, shutting the door behind him.
Nidorina cocked her head sideways in confusion. She could sense the fear coming from him and she didn't know why he was so afraid. She had never hurt anyone, not even another Pokemon, and so this surprised her a little. She decided to follow him...maybe she could convince him that she was didn't mean any harm. She passed the over turned stuff and went inside the house. Greg was at the phone...he had just managed to get half-way through the number, his shaky hands not helping, when he saw the Nidorina. He tossed the phone down and dashed upstairs to his room before slamming the door behind him.
Nidorina sighed and grumbled dejectedly. He wouldn't let her any where close to him. She wasn't about to give up though. Slowly she crawled up the stairs, making sure she didn't slip and suddenly tumble down. Soon she came upon the door he went into. She could hear whimpers coming from inside, due to her acute hearing, and she scratched lightly on the door.
"No! Go away..." a voice called from the other side of the door.
Nidorina huffed. She wasn't about to let a door stop her. With some agility, she stood up on her hind legs and grabbed the doorknob with her front legs. It took a bit of work, since it was kinda awkward holding the knob, but she managed to twist it until the door started to creak open. She let go of the door and nudged her way inside. She steadily crept up to the bed and brought her front paws onto it. At once the shivering lump under the sheets yelled out.
"No...s-stay back! P-please don't hurt me..." Greg whimpered as he shivered.
Nidorina hopped onto the bed and walked over to where the lump was. She then rubbed against the lump gently like how a Meowth would rub up against someone's leg. While she did so, she made gentle coos and soft cries to attempt to calm him down. It seemed to be working as the lump that was Greg soon stopped shivering. He straightened out slightly and, turning over, peered out from under the covers at the blue-ish rabbit like thing smiling, or what so he thought, at him. She peered back and leaped onto him with a happy cry before nuzzling his face.
"Ack, s-stop that! That...tickles...haha...stop," Greg laughed out between her nuzzles and licks.
Once she was finished, Nidorina crawled off of him and looked at him playfully. Greg panted as he got up and looked at her. Maybe she wasn't the bloodthirty monster he thought she was. He reached out and petted her, being careful of the points sticking up on her back. She wasn't feline, but he could have sworn he heard her purr as he continued petting. As he finished, she leaped off the bed and they went back down stairs. They played for the rest of the day and he enjoyed it, despite his fears. Maybe some Pokemon weren't as bad as he thought.
At the end of the day, it was time to go to bed. Nidorina was feeling tired of the day's endeavors, so she immediately jumped onto the couch and curled up to sleep. Greg sighed as he watched her nap. He would have to call the lab to give them back their Nidorina. He grabbed the phone and was about to dial the number when he hesitated. He again looked at her sleeping form and closed his eyes. He hung the phone back onto the wall. He figured the call could wait until the morning. He locked the doors and climbed up the stairs to his room. After his nightly routine, he climbed into bed for the night.
Nidorina woke up half-way through the night. It was hot...almost burning to her as she tossed and turned. She groaned as she knew the cause, which was a burn coming deep from within her core, surging down to between her hind legs. She stared tiredly into the space of the living room. Of all the times she had to pick to suddenly break out from that boring lab, she had to pick during her heat. She rolled over onto her back and stretched. However, it only seemed to make it worse. She rolled back over and crawled down from the couch. She needed something to satisfy her, to fill her full of precious seed...she needed a mate.
Huffing, Nidorina tried to get out but found the doors locked. Of course Greg would lock the doors, it was what any sensible person would do...but it didn't help her cause any. She hopped back onto the couch and curled up once again before trying to go back to sleep. Honestly, though having gone through heat before, she had never actually mated. At least at the lab, there were plenty of Pokemon to mate with her...even if she was a new arrival to the lab, having only been caught by the lab assistants recently. As she thought of the other male Pokemon, both in the wild and in the lab, the burning between her legs worsened.
Nidorina growled and sat up. There was just no sleeping with this...and there was no male Pokemon around. No male anything...wait...she suddenly remembered Greg. She thought of the time they spent playing together today...the way he gently cared for her...she shook her head as the burning intensified. He was human, just like the ones who caught her. There was no way they could...do that. Still...she needed to mate with something, and he was definitely male. Her mind raced with the possibilities...
The more and more Nidorina thought about it, the more her logic failed and soon her body began to think for her. She crawled down from the couch and up the stairs until he reached the door to Greg's room. She opened it like how she did last time and walked inside. The first thing she noticed was him lightly snoring. She hopped onto the bed and quietly cried in her usual way. He didn't budge, so she tried nudging him. He stirred slowly but surely and groaned as he opened his eyes to come face to face with her, the moonlight filtering through his window painting her a pale blue.
"Ungh...its like...three in the morning. Can't you wait?" Greg mumbled, yawning as he propped himself up on his elbow.
Nidorina moaned and licked his face lightly before licking at his lips. Greg opened his mouth to say something else, but didn't get the chance as she suddenly shoved her tongue inside. She explored his mouth and soon he unconsciously kissed back, doing the same to her. When she finally pulled back, he leaned forwards as if missing her tongue, a thin stand of saliva trailing from his lips to hers before dropping off. After the moment had worn off, he shook his head with a surprised look on his face. He...had just frenched a Pokemon...
As Greg thought on it, Nidorina decided to make the next move. She turned and walked a step away, only to stop and put her rump in the air. She cooed to snap him out of his trance. He returned to reality only to stare straight into her rear. He could see it clearly...her slit was a blue-purple and she waved it in front of him as if to hypnotize him. His mind raced...this was wrong, so wrong, but he felt compelled. Maybe it wouldn't be SO wrong just to touch it. Just once...
Slowly, Greg reached out with his other hand. The closer he got to it, the more he could feel the heat coming off of Nidorina...until he lightly touched her slit. She squeaked slightly and shivered as he ran his index finger around the outside. Soon she adjusted to his cool touch and moaned a bit as she leaned into his hand. As he traced a path along the outside, he noticed there was a liquid starting to drip from her. He rubbed where he liquid was flowing and ran it between his thumb and the finger. It was slick, almost like a lubricant. She must be getting aroused. He brought the fingers up to his nose to sniff it. It smelled...interesting. It didn't have a particular scent he could recognize...but he liked it whatever it was.
Greg returned the finger to Nidorina's slit and began to rub it once more. However, he misjudged how much pressure he was using and the finger accidentally slid inside. She gave a loud moan and pushed back, taking the entire finger into her. He gasped at the feel. It was moist and slick, presumably from the liquid, but it was also rough and he could feel it pulsing under his touch. It felt weird...and he began wiggling his finger around. She moaned and rocked a bit with her breathing. He slowly slid his finger out and she gasped. He gave an interested hum and slid it back in. She moaned again and pushed back again.
Thinking he was doing something right, Greg brought his finger back and pumped it back into her over and over again. Nidorina began to squeak a bit with every pump, moaning ocasionally, and she did her best to counter his motions. He slowly slid a second finger inside and sped up his pumps. She panted loudly and he could swear he could hear her heart beating as she moaned. Suddenly, she squeaked loudly and he felt a sudden wetness cover his hand as she gripped his fingers. Once she had relaxed, he withdrew the fingers. He stared at the wet hand and sniffed at it. It was coated with the interesting scent and he wondered...how does it taste? Slowly, he brought a tongue up to his and and gave a quick lick. It was sweet...but he couldn't place the taste. It was the only thing he knew about it...sweet...and after cleaning his hand off (with his tongue) he decided he wanted more.
Greg leaned forwards and gently planted a kiss or two on her lower lips, slurping what was left from earlier. Nidorina squeaked once more at this new contact. He reached out with his tongue and drew it up and down the slit before shoving it in. The taste was good when he licked it up, but it seemed better from the tap. He explored the wet cavity, hearing her moan as he rubbed her rough walls with his fleshy appendage. He licked around just inside the lips too, finding a nub towards the base of the slit. She seemed to squeak when she brushed it with his tongue, so he decided to use his fingers to massage it.
Going back inside, Greg noticed a definite increase in juice since he started on Nidorina's clit. She panted and moaned with his ministrations and soon his tongue managed to brush her g-spot. Once, twice, three times it did and soon she couldn't take it anymore. She squealed loudly once more and sprayed her fluids right into his mouth. He slurped loudly as he didn't let a single drop go to waste. It was amazing...to both of them. The way she tasted, how she reacted...it stirred something in him. He pulled away and looked down at the sudden tent in the sheets. He knew what that was, definitely. He looked back at her to find that she was staring at him with lust filled eyes. He thought about it. What he was about to do was wrong...but he knew he crossed that line long ago when he ate her out. He made up his mind...
Greg pulled down his cover and stripped the underwear from his person, freeing his six inch member from its prison. Nidorina's eyes widened as she saw it...he really was just like a Pokemon where it counts. She focused on it and cried out in impatience, feeling the need to have that inside her. She waved her rump from side to side to draw him to her...as if she really needed to. He grabbed her sides and brought her over to a better position as he sat up and got to his knees. He positioned himself at her entrance and prodded it with the tip of his tool, which was leaking a bit of precum. He took in a deep breath and took the plunge.
With a quick thrust, Greg buried himself into her to the hilt. Nidorina moaned and shuddered at the new intrusion but held her ground. He let loose his breath and took in another quick one before he started his rhythm. He was unprepared at how she'd feel around him, the hot hole rubbing and pulsing around him. She felt how well it filled her and was in bliss with every thrust as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He shifted to grip her slightly better and leaned forward some before speeding up. He was completely unused to this new feeling, the pleasure that jolted through him every time he pulled out and pushed back in, and knew he couldn't last long at this rate.
Greg straightened up a bit and adjusted his position once more before speeding up a bit more. Nidorina began to pant and squeak with every thrust as her vision wandered upwards to the ceiling, his penis managing to find her g-spot as it rubbed around inside. It wasn't much longer until he felt the tight feeling of release build in his balls. He couldn't hold back now. Suddenly he went even faster as he reached his limit, pounding harder and faster into her than ever before. A few seconds later and he groaned loudly as his cock spewed his seed all over the inside of her tunnel. Upon feeling the warm cream splash into her, she arched her back as she came. She was seeing stars as her cunt clenched and pulsed around him, forcing him to cum more.
Soon they had both calmed down and Greg slid his softening member from Nidorina's tender hole. He panted as he flopped down onto the sheets. She was also panting as she crawled over and curled into his side. He wrapped an arm around her as he pulled the sheets over the both of them. As he fell asleep, he couldn't help but be saddened. He would have to call the lab in the morning...
So the next morning came and Greg awoke, feeling the best he had in years. Nidorina was still curled beside him and he sighed. After he had dressed himself and done his routine, he called the lab and waited, watching TV all the while. Nidorina soon joined him in front of the tube and they got caught up in watching a documentary...though it made him laugh when it was on the mating habits of wild Kangaskhan. Soon the doorbell rang and they both looked to it in surprise...though he knew exactly who it was.
Greg got up and answered the door. There was a middle aged man with five-o-clock shadow at the door. He looked to be in a lab uniform. He knew them quite well from his time as a lab assistant. Anyways, he let the man into the house. Thanking him, the man walked inside and lit up upon seeing Nidorina curled up on the couch. It was tagged...it was definitely the lab's alright. The man whistled for her and she responded almost immediately, leaping up and nervously following along behind the man as he walked down the walkway to the street.
Greg sighed as he turned to close the door and decided to take one last look at her. Nidorina also turned back to look at him. The man turned to see her looking at Greg and he looked at Greg to see him looking at her. The man sighed and told her to keep following. Suddenly, she shook her head in defiance and ran back to the house. She leaped into Greg's arms as he knelt down and snuggled into his shirt. There was no way she was gonna leave her mate. Greg returned the hug, also not wanting her to leave him, the one who made him forget his fears. The man walked over to Greg and sighed.
"It looks like she's grown attached to you," the man said, "It took her weeks for her to even adjust to us and yet she seems to have bonded with you seemingly instantly."
"I know...its like I've known her forever," Greg said, Nidorina nodding in agreement.
"I know I'm gonna regret this later," the man sighed, "...but...I can see you two belong with each other."
Greg was confused as the man reached into his pocket and took out some sort of device. It looked like some sort of large hole puncher with a display and number pad. He bent down and worked it over the tag and pulled the trigger, making it clamp over the tag. He then pushed some numbers into the device and something clicked. When the man released the trigger, he pulled the device back...with the tag attached. There was a small hole where the tag used to be and Nidorina shook her head to adjust to it. The man shoved the tag and the device back into his pocket.
"There...now its just your average Nidorina," the man said, "I'll just say the lead came up dry...a crank call."
"I...I don't know what to say," Greg said as he held onto Nidorina tightly.
"Just don't worry about it," The man said.
The two watched the man turn and walk back down the walkway. Suddenly, Greg remembered what the report said...about a reward. Greg called out to the man and he turned back.
"Isn't there supposed to be some sort of reward?" Greg asked.
"I think you've got reward enough right there," The man said smiling, "Take good care of her."
Greg smiled as they watched the man walk out of sight. They then went back in and resumed watching TV. The man was right...Nidorina was his reward, though he didn't think of her as such. He wrapped an arm around her and she snuggled close to him. Definitely a much better reward than anything the lab could give...
End.