My fellow Arthenians,
You'll never guess what just happened. I actually wrote an entire, somewhat lengthy chapter that's all character development and no smut instead of the other way around! Holy shit!
I really do need your honest opinions on that, though: do you guys like it when I set aside the time to write an actual storyline, or do you prefer it just being good old fashioned filthy mindless smut? Please comment or PM me.
Disclaimer: It's literally been months since I've written anything other than a text message. And I mean literally anything other than a text message, even in school. So if you are triggered by Rusty/shitty writing? This is your cue to leave.
Wish me luck; I'll need it.
The door opened.
Joy's frantic fumble for Zoroark's Pokeball was somewhat successful, but minimally helpful. It likely wouldn't have taken a rocket scientist to look at the red laser that spurted from the orb in the nurse's hand and made contact with the rapidly disappearing Dark type Pokemon to know that he had just been returned; It also didn't take a rocket scientist to know exactly what young adults might do behind closed doors when their clothes are strewn lazily across the room. Because of this, Nurse Joy was terrified by the concept of the door opening. No matter who or what it was that had broken her naughty little sanctuary of an examination room, it was going to be a bad thing and require an explanation... An explanation that Joy didn't have ready. She could have sworn that she had locked the door to the exam room. Why wouldn't she want some privacy when she's doing lewd things with a trainer's Pokemon? But that's exactly it, she realized almost as quickly as the first thought had surfaced in her mind. When she came into the room, she was in the middle of releasing Zoroark from his Pokeball, and because she was so focused on the massive Ghost Dragon in front of her, locking the door had been the last thing on her mind.
The desperate scramble to reach for Zoroark's Pokeball had resulted in her on all fours atop the exam table facing away from the door, one hand raised off of the surface slightly that held the Pokeball. The red light disappeared, signaling that the rugged furry creature had been successfully returned, which was Joy's cue for improvisation. What the hell could she possibly say to communicate why she was half naked on the exam table with a Pokemon?
"I can expl-" she began hurriedly, while simultaneously turning her upper body around to identify her intruder. She stopped, however, when she saw that it was the Gardevoir that she had previously instructed to show the blonde from before to her room; her personal favorite Pokemon, and her confidante. It was only a natural occurrence for a trainer to become attached to the feeling Pokemon, and over the years Joy and her Gardevoir had become best friends, sisters even.
And it was this sister figure, with a few locks of her emerald colored hair having dropped lazily down over one of her eyes, who looked at her with what was first surprise, and then shortly thereafter a small smirk- was that amusement? Well well well, came the anticipated, sultry sound of the Gardevoir's voice in her head, what have we here? Relieving a little bit of stress after treating that Zoroark, are we? The Psychic stepped into the exam room, pausing after doing so and deciding it might be a good idea to reinstate the privacy that she had eliminated by opening the door. Her focus was then redirected to the pink-haired young woman in front of her who seemed to have misplaced her clothing. The Pokemon's smirk remained as she folded her arms together under her bust, staring judgingly at the nurse, who was still recovering from a brief wave of short, quick breaths as a result of her panic.
"What the hell is that look for," interrogated the supposed professional sharply, a bit of the teenage sass that she had never fully gotten rid of surfacing. This only seemed to amuse her company even more, however, and resulted in Nurse Joy huffing in irritation, putting Zoroark's Pokeball down on the exam table and moving toward the rolling chair at which she had previously hurled her dress. A pink blush had risen to the cheeks of the girl with hair that matched as she picked up and pulled over her head her pink garment. It wasn't embarrassing for the Gardevoir to see her in her bra and panties; rather, it was the fact that she had been caught doing something that she shouldn't. And while the Psychic type had many years ago sworn not to read her mind without permission, the Pokemon was all to aware of what had gone on anyway.
Deftly sidestepping the question, the mint beauty moved over toward the exam table, resting her hand on it with her eyes on the Pokeball that sat atop it. You smell strongly of sex, and you're positively oozing an aura of guilt. Based on the way she said it it was only jokingly accusatory, but nevertheless it was accurate. Piercing eyes looked up from the white and red sphere to the silently dressing female just in time to make eye contact, and then for the nurse to look quickly away as she adjusted her dress. Somehow I always knew that you would turn out to be a Pokephile, came an all too casual comment from the Gardevoir, a soft sigh included which gave an air of mock disappointment to her words, which were followed shortly thereafter with a grin.
"Oh, shut it Rose," came an irritated retort, eliciting a laugh from the accuser. Joy tied her white apron around her again, bringing a hand up to her hair in a fruitless attempt to bring a bit of order back to it. The amused of the two moved toward the angered one, bending slightly at the waist so as to be eye to eye with the other who was about three inches shorter. Two delicate white hands came to Joy's face, pinching her cheeks. I can't help myself, I'm just so happy that my little sis finally lost her virginity, echoed through the nurse's head, followed by a few giggles that came from the Psychic's mouth as opposed to her brain.
The abused cheeks immediately flushed with color, and Nurse Joy's right hand swatted away Rose's hands, which found their way back to the Pokemon's body, resting on her hips. "I'm nine years older than you," she reminded flatly, simultaneously turning away toward the exam table and pocketing Zoroark's Pokeball. She stood there staring at the place where he and she were together not minutes ago.
Silence followed for a few moments, and through a combination of body language and psychic prowess, Rose came to an epiphany. You really didn't have sex with him, did you? A shake of the head; more silence. A frown appeared on the Emerald female's face, and she moved over toward the table, one hand comfortingly finding the shoulder of her companion. Then what's the matter, honey?
The nurse's hands balled into tightly clenched fists, and after a handful more painful moments of silence, the feeling Pokemon got her response. "I took advantage of him, Rose." She turned toward her friend and sister figure, eyes full of chaotic and indiscernible emotion. "He was weak and in pain and couldn't argue with me. And I felt him up... I sucked his dick, Rose. He wasn't comfortable with it, but I made him do it anyway. I lied to him, I deceived him... All because I just couldn't keep my hands to myself. It took less than an hour for me to forsake my profession and lose my faith in my own humanity. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?"
Surprised eyes searched the face of the girl who was seemingly on the verge of tears. Did she have any idea how it felt...? It actually hurt Rose that she could be so nearsighted, so forgetful sometimes. Of course she knew how her trainer felt; every emotion that she experienced, the Pokemon also sensed and experienced, albeit to a slightly lesser degree. Did she take their bond for granted?
That train of thought came to a screeching halt. That wasn't important right now; what was important was consoling her friend. Jess, you don't need to get so worked up over this, she assured, using the nickname that she had given her trainer when she was still but a Kirlia. It's perfectly natural for a girl your age to want to explore your urges; you just happened to have a method of doing so today that you hadn't up until this point. I'm sure that you're just over analyzing, and your little friend enjoyed himself just as much as you did, she continued softly, patting the Pokeball in the nurse's pocket.
It was all Jessica Joy could do to not groan at the maternal tone and message that she had just gotten from a Pokemon who was nine years her junior. She was always acting so much more mature ever since she evolved into the Gardevoir that she knew today. Sometimes it annoyed her, but times like then made her grateful to have such a devoted friend.
"Gross," whined the nurse, who shrugged off her friend's hand and suppressed the urge to smile. "I'm twenty two, Rose, you don't need to go all 'Swellow and the Beedrill' on me." The psychic type giggled in response, stepping toward her and embracing her in a tight hug. "You always know how to make me feel better," she complimented quietly, which caused a pleased hum to come from Rose. They remained in the embrace for a few seconds before pulling away enough to look at one another. "You really think that what I did was okay?"
A vaguely familiar tingling sensation appeared inside of Jess's head, and she frowned at Rose. Well, he didn't look too terribly distressed once he blew his load, she responded, being rather uncharacteristically vulgar in her speech. In fact, if I'm not mistaken he was going to kiss you before I showed up to crash the party. A devilish grin rose to Rose's cheeks.
A moment of realization stuck Nurse Joy and she huffed, gently shoving the Gardevoir in playful irritation. "I told you not to look through my memories unless I say you can!" Rose brought her right hand to her mouth, covering a womanly chuckle. I'm aware of that. Your technique is pretty good for a virgin, by the way.
Blush found its way onto Joy's cheeks again and she folded her arms together under her breasts, trying to look as annoyed and unembarrassed as possible. "I told you before, I've been with a guy before, we just never went all the way." Jess did a remarkably good job of keeping her voice steady and not cracking with embarrassment, turning her head to the side in a gesture of 'hmpf', which made Rose smirk and shove her shoulder gently.
At about that time the door to the exam room opened once again, and both of the women turned, seeing none other than the blonde who had brought Zoroark to the Pokemon Centre in the first place. "Hello, it's me, Cassidy. I'm terribly sorry to intrude," she apologized, which was accompanied with a brief bow, "but I wanted to know if you had made any progress with Thor." Her eyes scoured the room, and a look of confusion danced across both Rose's and Joy's faces.
Joy was the first to realize what she was asking. "Oh, your Zoroark. Of course. He umm..." She trailed off, biting her lip nervously. It was against her personal code of ethics to concern a trainer if avoiding doing so is at all a possibility, so she couldn't say that he was still in need of treatment. On the other hand, however, if she told the girl how well the Dark type had recovered, she would no doubt want to see him as soon as possible, in which case he might tell her what Nurse Joy did when she was done treating him. Anxious expectation from Cassidy.
Thor has made a remarkable full recovery, broadcasted Rose to the other two, stepping forward so as to take the attention off of the clearly uncomfortable nurse, but the treatment procedure was very thorough and sucked the energy out of him, she continued, casting Joy a devilish smirk that highlighted the inside joke. Jess's cheeks reddened again. We will still have to keep him overnight, but he is in no danger. Please, try to get some rest. You will get to see him first thing in the morning. Rose donned one of Nurse Joy's trademark 'everything will be alright smiles' when she finished speaking to the two.
"Alright, that is very good to hear. Thank you, Nurse. Thank you, Gardevoir," the blonde-haired girl responded, seemingly reassured. She bowed to both of them and then walked away, her footsteps padding down the hall to and opening and closing the door to her room the only ambient sounds in the Centre.
Rose was surprised by a punch in the arm from Joy, and turned with a grin toward her, an innocent look of 'what?' on her face. "I hate you," she muttered quietly, which got a giggle out of the Pokemon, who gave her another brief hug, then pulled back, hands descending along the nurse's body to her hips.
How could you possibly hate me? I just saved your ass, sounded the silent joke in her head. Rose's fingers dipped into the pockets of her friend's apron, tugging it back and forth playfully in a rather upbeat, bubbly manner that Jess hadn't seen since she was a Kirlia, maybe even a Ralts. She couldn't help but smile and briefly reflect on their younger days. They were an unstoppable team... Well, maybe not in combat, but there was never anyone closer to one another than they were. They spent every waking moment of every day together, always talking and giggling and playing with one another.
She was brought back from her reflective period by the feeling of the Gardevoir's hands leaving her, and refocused to see that she was heading for the door. She stepped outside of it and paused, turning around to face the nurse with a mischievous smirk. Besides, she continued at length, tilting her head to the side a little and raising a Pokeball to draw Joy's attention to it. It was in that moment that Jessica knew where she had seen that look before, and remembered when Rose would adopt such a gleeful, energetic demeanor:
Whenever she was getting into trouble.
Before Joy could even open her mouth, the Psychic type opened the Pokeball (that she had taken from Joy while she was distracted) with a finger and her thumb, simultaneously closing the door. The jagged flash of light that always reminded Joy of lightning manifested the furry, Dark-type hunk that Joy had just gotten done 'treating'.
The door finished closing, but Joy heard Rose's voice in her head anyway as though she were whispering directly into her ear: I bought you a little while longer to play with Loverboy.
The door locked audibly from the outside; Nurse Joy gulped, and then turned to look at a very confused looking Zoroark. The only sound was of Rose walking slowly away down the hall...
Leaving Joy and Thor alone with no way out.
What will happen between the two? Will anything happen between the two? Did you even read this chapter or are you only in it for the lemons? Will I ever stop asking rhetorical questions? Find out next time in the Joyful Nights Saga: Chapter 3.
Arthenians