Ratata, such measly Pokémon, low level, weak, disposable...
I grab a Ratata's tail, wild, but too weak to even fight me, I forcefully bring it home with me. " So, show me your goods" I say forcing it belly up and spreading it's crotch fur, my touch made her wet.
I couldn't resist and dive right into her tongue first, she jolts a bit, her pussy offered no resistance, she was really tight and warm. I grab her back legs thinking it would make her less likely to run away.
Turns out her mind isn't even considering getting away anymore, she rubs my hair. No longer capable of keeping the moans in she lets them fill the room, she looks at me smiling, blushed. No doubt about it, she was enjoying it.
I pull my tongue out and begin rubbing her clit with my fingers. She cums as she pushes her torso forward and grips my shirt moans. She breathes hard, and looks at me, her lips pucker, as much as they can. She was honestly asking me for a kiss, I couldn't resist it. I kiss her, shifting my lips to the side of her front choppers I let our tongues play with each other.
Her paws caressing me, I caress her back as tears fall down my cheeks. Our kiss turns salty. She holds my hands, " Ratata?" she questions. " I should let you go..." I say to be interrupted by her, " Ratatatatatata" she says rubbing her face on my shirt refusing to leave my lap.
" But..." I try to say but she kisses me, her piercing blue eyes crying at me with a smile, her tail wraps around my leg, I pet her black fur. There was no question, she wanted to stay with me, wanting me to be her mate, not just her trainer.
" I not sure I deserve your affection..." I say to her. In the TV table I had a picture resting face down, I go and grab it bringing it to Ratata.
In the photo I was with a purple Ratata, we were hugging, an egg between us. "... she left once the egg hatched despite him not having his right front paw, turns out some Ratata find their mate, disposable. I am not saying you are, but I only got you as a revenge type thing... It's been months years since I last saw my son. I didn't mean to... you know... Make you care for me" I say, she runs away. I sigh.
One week later she comes back bearing a bag and breastfeeding a small two month old Ratata, she puts the cub Ratata on the floor. He was purple, walking on his back legs he had no right front paw, he ran at me, hugging my legs, " son!" I say hugging him. Ratata puts the bag on the floor and smiles at me, the bag leaked a red fluid.
"His mother will want him back though" I say rocking my son to sleep in my arms, Ratata smiles at me, she turns on the TV in the news...
" Today a shocking murder between Ratata happen in the park. Interrupting breastfeeding, a Alolan Ratata violently decapitated Kanto Ratata, still alive at the time, before kidnapping the Kanto Ratata cub. Police will not pursue investigation due to the disposability of Ratatas, as such..." the news says.
I laugh, putting my son on the sofa, I pull out the decapitated Ratata head from the bag, soon both of us begin to laugh.
Two years pass, Kanto Ratata's skull serving as a desk ornament, my son proved to be quite the young lad and, after learning to ride a bike, began to work as a mailman. Unfortunately his new mother proved to be quite infertile, but that only made us have more fun.
Pokemance: Well that took a dark turn... Anyways leave a review below if you want. If you want to raid my DM's with requests for me to kill myself you won't be the first.