Okay... yeah I know, I'm late. I only posted like 5 days late *ahem*.
I had a reason though, I'm sorry. I had some issues with my friend regarding a club activity. I won't really go in depth here, but basically he and I are running for prez and he kinda just betrayed me in the interview which he self-invited himself into. Like I said, I'm not going to say much about it. I've also went through some trouble with some of my grades and other life factors which is inevitable. So sorry guys, but I managed to pull through with this one.
But if anyone is worried (hehe I hope), I'm getting much better actually, so please don't worry about me. This shit all happened in the span of one week, but I'm doing better, so hopefully I might upload faster.
I'm sorry if this chapter doesn't meet or exceed your expections, but I was pretty depressed over the span of writing this chapter. I promise the next chapter will be better. (I hope, fingers crossed)
My eyes opened in the sun. I was still adjusting to the light as the sun shined me. Lizelle was in front of me sleeping. My arms were around her waist. I allowed my face to bury itself in her neck. I took a whiff of her scent and sighed in content.
Maybe a couple of more minutes... I thought, as I lazily looked at the clock. I gently rubbed the fur of Lizelle's stomach and arm.
"Are you awake?" I heard Lizelle say.
"Yes," I whispered, kissing her neck. She moaned a little and turned around to hug me. I hooked in her leg towards me.
"Good morning," I whispered. She smiled at me and pushed her head towards my neck. I gently rubbed her ears, earning a happy yip from her. "I hope you do realize we have class in about an hour?"
"It's too early to talk about that..." Lizelle complained.
"I agree..." I sighed, gently rubbing her thighs.
"Last night was fun," she told me, looking up at me.
"You think so?" I asked, blushing. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on my lips. Soon, the mere innocent kiss became a passionate and aggressive one.
Lemon Warning***
"A quick one in the morning won't be a problem would it?" she asked, pushing her paws against mine. I was about declining the offer, but the glint in her eyes told me otherwise. She caressed my face and grinded herself against my lower region.
"Lizelle..." I whispered as I felt her furry entrance against my hardening member. She responded by grabbing my hand and leading it to her lower lips. I blushed a little as I felt her slippery lips against my bare fingers. Lizelle kissed me and pushed my fingers into her. I gently rubbed her pleasure button, making her gasp into my mouth. I slid my tongue into her mouth and wrestled a little bit with her tongue. She grinned a little and pushed me back against the bed.
I moaned as she teased my tip with her tongue. She watched as I groaned in pleasure as she gently licked my rod.
"Fuck, Lizelle... why do you have to bully me like this?" I asked. She giggled and covered my face with her ears.
"You have such embarrassing reactions, it's pleasurable to watch," she said, slightly sadistically. I felt her push her chest against mine. "Don't you like being tortured?"
"Not really..." I said. "I only like it when you do it,"
She giggled and grabbed the base of my dick, making me gasp in surprise.
"I like it when you say things like that," Lizelle said, pumping her paws.
I clenched my feet and hands at the pleasure that was overloading my mind. To make things worse, she started to mix in physical handjob with occasional licks to make me moan even more. I glanced down at her muscular figure. She teasingly waved her ass in the air while sucking. As she taste the familiar salty substance leaking out, she proceeded to sit on top of me, peering at me with a very malicious smile. Lizelle rubbed her furry entrance against my dick first, making me agitated and heightening my pleasure. With one swift motion, she impaled herself upon my rod. She moaned as her flower swallowed my dick fully. She began to move up and down, making me clench my jaw at the euphoric feeling.
"Harder!" she yelled. I put my hands on her hips, helping her move downwards faster. Her sex was drooling her nectar as she moaned in pleasure.
She moaned and gasped as her orgasm came. I felt something building up within myself as well.
"Fuck!" she cursed, buckling as her orgasm washed over her. Her insides clenched against me horribly, making me coax her insides with my seed. She fell over in fatigue and I hugged her. We stayed that way for quite a while.
After we both recovered from our orgasm, I looked at the clock.
Oh fuck, we are late.
Lemon Ending***
It turns out that mating in the morning was definitely not the best thing to do. When we were finished, we had exactly ten minutes to get to class. This did not include getting dressed, eating breakfast, or preparing our work for the lecture.
"Hurry!" I said, as Lizelle frantically put on some makeup and crammed her stuff in her bag.
"Let me at least put on these jeans on," Lizelle complained.
"Why? To make your butt look bigger?" I asked, waiting.
"You know you like it," she said, following me. I quickly got the elevator to stop and we both rushed downstairs. We ran across the empty campus and rushed into the building. I glanced at the time on my phone. It dully flashed 10:42.
Crap, we are seven minutes late... The professor must have already started... I thought nervously.
"I don't think they started yet..." Lizelle said, peaking through the door. She gently opened it and the professor looked at us.
"Please go to hurry up and take your seats, I'm just fixing the problem with the monitor," she explained. I sighed in relief and we both hurried to get a seat. The students didn't really mind our lateness since they could care less.
"That was dangerous!" I said, elbowing Lizelle as she was taking her things out.
"I'm sorry!" she said, apologetically. "You know me. Plus, I think my season is coming."
"Season?" I asked, confused. She stopped and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"You've dated me for two years and you haven't heard me mention anything about our season?" she asked.
"Like a mating season?" I asked, blushing a little.
"Duh," Lizelle said, grabbing her binder. "All pokemon experience their mating season. Why do you think that I exhausted your tiny sac during last winter?"
"Hey!" I said, making sure that other people didn't hear. Two zoroarks turned around and giggled. "Jesus, Lizelle stop exposing me in public,"
She laughed a little bit and rested against me. Her ears hugged my sides comfortably.
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
"You should be," I huffed, rubbing her fur affectionately.
"I am," she said.
"I highly doubt it," I said, crossing my arms. She pouted to which I pinched her cheeks with both my hands.
"Owwww," she said, as I pulled both her cheeks.
"That'll teach you to hold your tongue in public," I said, stretching her cheeks. She nodded and I released her.
"Aggressive," she commented, rubbing her cheeks. "Not that I don't like that though,"
"Whatever," I said when the professor finally fixed her damn projector.
After the lecture, I wandered to my next class.
"I'll see you soon," I said, kissing Lizelle. She winked and disappeared amongst the crowd. I sighed.
She's a handful... I thought as I headed to my next class. I hope Anna doesn't get mad at me for staying over at somebody else's place... fook, I got art next. I'm probably going to drop that elective just to change into a free period... Didn't the deadline to change classes already pass? Hm, I'll go check today or something...
I swung around the corner and headed into the studio.
"Morning, Ms, Carmel," I said, heading over to my seat. I wonder if that Chancley would show up. She was actually a really good artist. I mindlessly sat next to a gardevoir. I need to get more sleep tonight, to make up for last night...
"Yo," somebody snapped in front of my face. I flinched to come face to face with Emily. "Can you move your shit over,"
I looked down to see that I did take up some of her space.
"Oh, sorry about that," I said, scowling a little bit after recovering from my shock. Emily didn't say anything and returned to her phone by sliding her headphones back on. I shrugged my feelings off and decided to take my things out.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I have class here," Emily said, without lifting her eyes from her phone.
"Oh," I said, awkwardly. I decided to wait until the teacher had begun to teach.
Throughout the whole class, I was feeling very awkward. Emily was silently fuming beside me, which made things even worse. I tried my best to ignore her presence, but eventually, I found that I needed a material that we both needed to share.
"Hey, can I get that white blender," I asked, which was lying on the opposite side of her arm.
"I still need it," she said.
I sighed mentally, but she said, "I'll give it to you in a second."
"How are you doing?" I asked, looking at her project. My jaws dropped at the sight of her base, which looked stunning.
"That looks amazing," I said, hesitantly.
"I don't need your opinion," she said, handing me the white chalk. "Here,"
I reached for the chalk and our hand touched for a very brief moment. I retraced my arm quickly with my desired object. I glanced at Emily to see her frowning.
Oh crap, I totally did not mean to do that, I thought. Ew ew ew ew...
I quickly finished my project and put it on the rack to dry. The bell rang and I quickly left the classroom without looking back.
Oh my god, why did I do that? I did not do that on purpose. God, I hate her so much, what the hell? I can't believe I did that. I wonder what she is thinking. I saw her frowning, so I guess she was feeling the same way as me. She's such a bitch. I thought, panicking. Why am I even panicking? I didn't even do anything wrong. Why am I even thinking like this? I already established that I hated her. God, why did she even come here to this school? Why?! Stop. Calm down. Calm down... breath in and breathe out. Her hands were kind of soft. FUCK!
I sighed desperately and bumped into a dragonite. His soft stomach cushioned the impact a little bit.
"Oh! Sorry," I said, snapping back into my senses.
"It's okay," he said, stepping aside. I walked past him and headed back into my dorm.
Crap crap crap, what's going on with me?! I thought, opening my computer. Maybe I can focus if I start to do my work. I logged into my account to look at my assignments. I had to submit a string of code for computer science. I had an essay for history, a worksheet for English, a packet of calculus. Oh hell no, I should do my essay. But... I thought, looking at my math packet. My hand reached for stack paper.
I started to complete my work, but I found myself dazing off. I slammed the desk in frustration. I quickly opened up a browser (incognito of course) a typed up "How to tell if a gardevoir is reading your mind."
I scanned the page and read all the comments to the question.
One user stated, "Gardevoirs have the special abilities to sense how people are feeling around them, which of course also leads to mind reading. They can not pinpoint exact things you are thinking, but if the Pokémon is strong enough, they could predict what you are saying, which makes them seem like they can mind reading."
Yeah, but it doesn't answer my question. I thought, scrolling further.
Another user said, "when a gardevoir is attempting to scout a particular person's feeling, you can visibly tell by how they are focusing. This is only from predictions only- FamiloPeckadilo."
I guess that sort of makes sense... I thought. I changed my question prompt to "Interactions towards your Ex."
"Dealing with your ex is very difficult. Depending on your situation, you are either neutral or hateful towards your Ex. If you are neutral, then you are a very mature human! If your hateful, there might be still problems between both parties. You should try to open up and-."
Yeah, you're funny. I thought, reading the comments. I found a discussion which caught my attention.
"Hey guys, I have feelings for my year-old ex, what should I do?" Anony said.
"Does your ex hate you?" Another user said (Apple_01)
"Pretty much, every time I talk to her, she pushes me off or ignores me," Anony said.
"I hope you aren't bothering her by trying to talk to her or constantly spamming her with DMs." HolUpGiveMeAMoment replies.
"No, of course not. We are partners in lab, and she ignores me in every way possible." Anony said, with a sad emote.
"It may be that she doesn't want you to ruin her public image. Is she/he in a relationship currently?" Apple_01 asks.
"Yes," Anony said. "Now that you say that, she does talk to me privately. But she still is hostile."
"Oh! That's great actually. At least she's not after your throat." HolUpGiveMeAMoment said. "I'm assuming you want to tell her how you feel right? You should actually tell her. I suggest asking her to help you with something before you tell her. I don't know if she will reciprocate or not. But whatever her decision is, you should respect it."
"Of course! But should I really tell her how I feel?" Anony said.
"Yes!" Apple_01 said.
The thread stopped for one day.
"Depends on the person you ask. Is it a Pokémon or human?" A new user said.
"It's a gardevoir," Anony said.
"Oh, that changes the story quite a bit." Apple_01 said.
"Yeah..." HolUpGiveMeAMoment said, with a scared emote.
"Is it bad to date a gardevoir?" Anony asked.
"Quite. Personally seen a relationship myself between a male and a gardevoir." The new user said. "It ended quite badly. As far as I'm concerned, the male counterpart was happy with the relationship, but the gardevoir took it to a whole different level, which the male party didn't want. I don't exactly know what happened between them, but I know for a fact that my friend (male) was forced to mate with the gardevoir, despite the male counterpart wishing not to. Every day, my friend seemed more distant and seemed to get more attached to the gardevoir, which made me want to investigate their relationship. Sadly, I was not able to get anything about their interactions. When I realized they broke up, my friend's body was found in their dorm. He died from what seemed like suicide, but I think it was the gardevoir's doing. I think it's lucky that you were able to break up with a gardevoir and still be alive. I would be very cautious if you want to date the gardevoir again. You might end up like my friend if you mess up."
I reached the bottom of the page, nobody replied to the thread.
Suicide? From dating a gardevoir? I thought. Wait... but that means I'm also lucky that I didn't get murdered as well... oh god...
I clicked to another thread which led me to a gardevian site. A blocker stopped my progress, requiring me to verify that I am of the gardevoir species.
Yeah, fuck you too. I thought, executing a browser extension command. The prompt command quickly killed the wall and allowed me to bypass the security. That was a weak barrier, not going to lie.
The site was filled again with more discussion pages. I read in horror as I saw, "How to get away with killing humans."
I quickly checked the status of my proxy servers and VPN, which ensured my security. My custom made disguised was still doing okay, so my identity, location, or IP won't be leaked. I clicked the link and it brought me to a live video. A gardevoir was skinning a human hand.
What the fuck?! I thought as I strolled into the live feed.
"Show us how what you do with it!" A user commented.
"With pleasure," I heard the gardevoir say on the camera. I watched as she bit a part of it and ate it.
"It takes pretty raw, but it's good." She said, working with a slab of flesh. She brought it over to her dress. "You would want to-."
I clicked off and almost vomited.
What did I just watch? I thought, watching my hands shake as I deleted the sites. Is this how Emily is? Killing humans? There's no way... I can't believe what happens on the internet... oh god, I'm going to vomit again. Emily isn't like that. She can't be like that. I tried to convince myself to calm down. She never acted like this. I don't think she even forced me to mate with her... did she? Did we? Oh god... What if the people online were actually saying the truth... no way...
I blinked and removed all my traces on the internet.
"Why?" I thought, collapsing on my bed. I slowly closed my eyes and lapsed into a slumber at the brink of chaos.