[ TW for Violence and Sexual Themes ]
That night, I had the drowning dream again...
But this time, it was different. I was standing on the boat next to the figure. And I strangely felt that I was not in control of my own body. I looked around at the boat. The wooden deck and metal railing reminded me of a cruise ship I'd seen on the internet.
I turned my head to see that dark figure beside me. They were much clearer, a masculine form. But still completely shadow black... They turned to me, blowing a puff of smoke from their face. "Zari, you believe in Pokémon rights, don't you? That we should treat them as equals?"
"To an extent, sir." I said, though it was not my own voice. I tried to speak my own, but my mouth wouldn't move an inch. "There are some things Pokémon can do with humans, and others not. Of course, I'm not one of those anti-battle people."
"But you're against Pokélove." Huh? Poké... Love? What did that mean? Was it the term for- "Or are you? You hypocrite."
"H-huh?" My body stepped back. "How am I a hypocrite?"
"Don't think I haven't seen how you are in private with your precious "Gala." My Haunter told me everything..."
"It's... Okay, fine. Maybe a couple times..." With Gala?! I'd never consider that! Who was this person in my body?
"There's the boy I hear at night. Unfortunately, Zari, you're a threat to our plans. Not because of Pokélove but because of... Well, to be honest I just don't like you." He chuckled, suddenly cutting off as I felt my heart sink. "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, throw me overboard?"
"Good idea, Zari. The authorities will suspect nothing of a drowned whistleblower. Even though I'm exempt from the law anyway. Gardevoir, use Telekinesis!" I yelped as I was suddenly lifted into the air by this unseen Gardevoir he mentioned. "Hey, what are you doing? What about my mother? My father? My sister? Do you even care?!"
"Zari, Zari, Zari... They will all be taken care of appropriately, don't worry! I wonder how your family will deal with my vicious grunts. Hm, probably poorly. Gardevoir, use Gravity."
"You can't do this to me!" I was suddenly plunged into the water. So that was how I drowned... But who was this guy? What was he talking about? At this moment, instead of being pulled deeper into the water, I felt a heavy tugging on my legs.
Were they trying to split me in half? I squirmed, opening my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. The tugging continued, and I squirmed. The ocean began to fade around me as I woke...
The first thing I noticed when I began to wake up, is that the strange tugging feeling continued outside of my dream.
The second thing I noticed was that Honi and Gala were not where they were when I went to bed. Two balls lay on the bedstand instead. Had I recalled them in my sleep?
Finally, that tugging feeling was getting really annoying. I threw the covers away and-
"AHH!" There was a lady on me sucking my dick! She jumped in surprise at being caught, though she didn't display the fear I currently had. "WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?!"
She smiled softly, pulling her thick lips away and wiping the saliva from her mouth. "Room service. You didn't put the Do-Not-Disturb sign on your door... My job here is to clean up, and of course wake up our-"
"If you call that waking me up, you have some serious problems!" My heart was beating a billion miles a minute.
"Hm, you're not the first to complain, nor the last. Some people enjoy being woken that way."
"Yes, and some people are clearly completely deranged!" I tried to push her away with my foot, but she just kept smiling warmly. "Just relax!"
I guess being raped in this hotel was considered being 'woken up' and clearly there wasn't much I could do. . . I wasn't about to hit this woman.
It did feel.. Good? No, why was I thinking that! I'd try to look elsewhere, but my eyes simply returned to those juicy lips of hers, my 8 inches of girth sliding in and out of visibility.. Her lipstick was purple, painting purple rings onto my cock.
I almost lunged to push her back onto my cock as she pulled away for a minute. "Since you're obviously enjoying this right now, why don't we turn things up a little?"
From nowhere, she pulled a luxury ball, releasing a Pokémon I wasn't familiar with.. A sort of lizard with pink markings. "Wh-"
"Salazzle, dear." The woman answered, like she'd read my mind. So that was a Salazzle. The name was familiar, at least. "Her name is Euma.. Go on Euma, show our guest how to relax."
"Slaaa~" The Salazzle was almost as kinky as her trainer, as she climbed up onto me, rubbing her body against me. A scent lingered on her body, sweet like berries. And then she blew on my face. A weird pink and swirly smoke that smelled just as sweet as Euma.. This was wrong, so wrong.. Why was she treating me like I was also a Pokémon? But at the same time, I felt like I wanted this, which was also wrong.. But the scent was sweet, alluring, like it was calling me.
I almost didn't feel the tenseness of the lady sucking on me while 'Euma' blew a sweet scent into my face. My body felt hot and sweaty, and I tried to wipe some from my brow, only for more to return. I could see the puffs of pink smoke drifting into my face, and at this point I was inhaling them like they were the last breaths I'd ever take.
It wasn't a few seconds after that I came, my body tensing up as I heard furious gulping from Euna's trainer. The Salazzle was returned to her ball, but that wasn't before she'd winked at me, like she knew I'd be coming back for more.
The lady stood upright, gulping down whatever of my cum was left in her mouth. "Delightful.. Thank you so much, Zari. I'll be seeing you in the future, darling~" And then she left.
I lay there on the bed, exhausted. I shuddered as I coughed, watching a pink cloud float from my mouth.
What a morning..
I was still a little shaken from the great sex I'd just had, so it was time to get some breakfast. Of course, this was after "removing" that staff woman and her pokemon from my room. I couldn't take my mind off them..
Of course, Ragon wasn't just known for being Poké-friendly. They also had one of, if not the best breakfast of any hotel. Custom omelets, egg sandwiches, cereal. You name it, they probably had it.
As I watched the few people in this hotel pick out their breakfast, a certain dish caught my eye. Cinnamon rolls.
I deathly loved cinnamon rolls. I'd probably hit a person just to get one. Okay, maybe not that far, but you get my point.
Author Commentary:
Hello readers. This chapter is stopping here for now. The rest will be finished in a Part 2. This is because my work has refused to save itself multiple times and saved documents of this chapter have been getting corrupted on my computer with no explainable reason. (You'd think these kinds of problems would show up LATER in writing a story...) I'm hoping to get the next part out by tomorrow, but there are no promises. Anyways, thank you people for sticking around and reading.
- SlimyGlob
