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Sandy peered down the cave, squinting into the darkness. Sandy whispered. I covered my crotch, dancing in place as Sandy moved forward. I could tell she needed it bad too — she crossed her legs as she walked, always pressing her thighs together, with her hands balled at her sides. It looked like a human, but also like a ghost. Transparent, with claws for hands and holes where the eyes should be.
All black. I tucked my tail though my legs and waddled forward, holding my meager, flickering fire. It also kind of helped put pressure against my pelvis, but also a bit on my bladder. Sandy took a shaky breath, squirming slightly.
Everything was packed super tight, and he never let anyone else use it. I felt awkward for even having it, except that it was moved here with us, instead of him. I tried to look inside without moving much around, to little avail. Kind of. That one is way too small-] Just then, I heard the sound of liquid pattering against plastic. Sandy squirmed with bliss as she released, giving a shaky sigh into the cavern air.
Like a bucket? Seeing her pee in front of me made the need so much worse, as if I was practically standing next to a toilet myself. She carefully slipped the bottle out of her pants, and slipped a cap on the nearly-overflowing container. I was nearly crying with the effort of holding in my own pee, but after a moment, the wave of desperation died down somewhat, and I was able to focus.
She had done a number on her jeans; the entire crotch was dark nearly to her knees, both on the front and the back. Yet, none had fallen to the floor, and most had gotten in the bottle. I told you I had it. A dark shadow darted past, and I instantly recognized it as the black figure from before. A hiss of urine struck the inside of my tail, and I quickly clamped my paw against myself to prevent more from leaking to the floor.
I whined as I felt my bladder howl in protest, and I looked around, preparing myself for a fight. It was nowhere to be seen, and in its place, an odd, featureless black hole nearly the size of a man. I turned to Sandy, but she was gone. I swallowed as a tremble shook my entire core. Inside the crevasse, no doubt. I leaked just a little bit, then raced inside.
No, I was far past my limit. Whatever limit I thought had previously existed, whatever capacity I thought I had was shattered. I knew I had no time — minutes, seconds — before I burst all over the cavern floor. My eyes watered as I took one more step, jolting my poor bladder just one step further.
It was stuck in a permanent clench around myself, corking my pee-hole as I made my way towards the stalactite. I swallowed, resting at an angle my back against the formation with my feet still barely supporting my weight. It felt nice having the weight somewhat off my bladder, but the pressure was still unimaginable. I have to have a toilet or something!
A…weird one, where you have to lean sideways to use it, or something. Close your eyes, and focus on my voice. You made it up that elevator, but you still really really have to go, right? J-just rush to the end! My eyes were shut, but I could practically hear the splash of the toilet water beneath me.
This was okay. I could just, for a moment, enjoy the blissful flood pouring out of me. I had made it, despite me still standing up, and not actually hearing the pee hit the water. I opened one eye, and noticed my thighs were still smashed together, and I was just freely pissing all over my fur, down to my bottom paws.
I also saw Static, speechless, sporting a massive crimson blush across his muzzle. It lasted nearly a minute before it tapered off, and I sagged against the rock, exhausted. It was unmistakably Ancient, with a ferocity unmatched by any mortal Pokemon. Static leapt in front, shielding me. I rolled my eyes — I was higher level — but I suppose it was more of a protection thing than a macho thing, and I relented.
A being of smoke and bone, it emerged with a roar… To reveal it was slight shorter than static. I blinked. Was this the Ancient? This tiny little grey and gold little caterpillar? The tiny Ancient squeaked. I'd say that the next chapter will be done in two weeks or less, but I'm pretty sure I have the estimation accuracy of a drunken, one-handed archer. Pikachu has always been one of my favorites, but I feel as if female Pikachu are rarely used, especially with omo.
Though, if female Pikachu are overused in Omorashi, please point me in the direction of those stories Keep it up! Around us, the office was nearly destroyed. Cubicle walls were torn down, papers were strewn across the room, and mugs lay shattered across the floor. The Bulbasaur threw another barrage of leaves, which I dodged by coiling around a pillar. She missed the pillar entirely, nearly impaling their boss, who was hiding in the corner. What do you want us to do? Seeing her faults, and her clunky movements.
Behind me, a panel of lights blew, setting the carpet aflame. In one motion, I shifted from Ekans to Bulbasaur, and felt the weight of her power shift into my own. My petals shifted, giving way to a massive purple orb. Sludge Bomb! Outside, the sound of sirens grew. Does Azalea know Sludge Bomb? In midair, she send another wave of leaves which clattered off my sides. The destruction and chaos around us died down, and for once, I only saw her and me.
She dodged to the right, expecting an attack, but I held my own. She sent another volley of leaves, missing me entirely, and impaling the roof above. I held my attack, and feigned left. The Bulbasaur dove right, just as I fired, and I saw the fear in her eyes just as the attack hit, plowing her into the floor.
I felt her mind slip into unconsciousness, and turned to Travis, satisfied. Beside her, a confident Blissey strolled, arms crossed. Chase and Kevin obeyed, along with their boss, whose clothes were covered in discarded leaves. Travis took a step backwards, then, realizing there was only one police officer, pointed his finger at the Blissey. I obeyed, instantly taking the form of the egg shaped blob inches from my face.
He winced, elbowing the glass and shattering it against his arm. I obeyed, feeling the venom begin to course through my body. Travis dove through and I followed, transforming into a Pigeotto under him, and taking into the sky. Beneath us, I could hear sirens, and the policewoman barking orders, commanding us to land.
All I felt was ill, as the poison throbbed in my gut. Travis dug through his bag, desperate to find an antidote. I curved over a building, flying away from the horizon. My eyelids felt heavy, and every flap of my wings felt as if weights had been glued to each feather. Travis cursed, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. We need to be above the skyline! Despite myself, I felt my wings obey, lifting us above the clouds.
My muscles burned, and despite being in the thermal, I felt as if I was falling. My head fell, and even keeping my wings level was too much. I felt the speed against my wings, and I used it to swoop upwards, gaining an even higher altitude with every pump of my wings.
Travis grinned, cheering with victory as we soared every higher into the clouds. We did it! We had escaped yes, but escaped what? Our home? Our lives? With our last revive gone, we had barely anything to our names. We were wanted criminals with nothing. His arms caught the breeze, with his fingertips trailing against the clouds. His thighs held against me, the only thing preventing him from careening down to his death. He felt…nice.
Slowly he opened his eyes, taking in the sights. The city stared up from below, lights winking into existence as the sun grazed the valley and gave way to night. I giggled. Other way, then. I laughed in turn, titling my wings, and taking even further into the skies. I was scared. But he was happy. And for that, I would fly across the world. Her normal, boisterous demeanor was replaced by tremors as she stood, dusting herself off. She was coated in leaves that had embedded themselves inside her, some half an inch deep.
Mabel regained her composure, and narrowed her eyes. Stressed, certainly, but not nearly as panicked as I thought I would be. I lost my job, both literally and physically as the building was nearly destroyed, and I was nearly murdered by my high school rival that was still out there probably trying to murder me. But oddly enough, I felt normal, with a vague craving for Sinnoh food. I wonder if this is what shock feels like.
Kevin bit his lip, treading on the ground as if it were broken glass. Another light fixture fell, sending a spray of sparks into the air. We were about ten feet from the door, with the officer yelling at us to get outside. Without anyone else to bounce ideas off of. I had never really felt lonely before, or as if I had needed another. I felt content to simply be me, learn all I needed to on my own, and the quiet companionship of my code was all I needed to thrive. It would explain his weekly invitations out, talking to me after hours, and keeping track of all the comings and goings in my life.
A friend that I could not see for a year, and catch up with in a day. Perhaps that was why Abby felt such a need to visit so often, or why Volt became so sad when I left her with Abby for business trips. The flame neared out feet, and the smoke clouded against the broken, fractured ceiling. My treat? And we left, just as the building collapsed. Next week.
Okay, Yeah, tonight. It had been a crazy week. On Tuesday, I got fired and destroyed my entire work building. On Thursday, I had my first interview at Web Plus, a computer repair place. On Friday, he called back, wanting a second interview. On Saturday night, after giving Volt a plethora of excuses and pushback, we finally settled on Sunday being our date night. I was willing to try something new, with her.
Merely a distraction; background noise as enjoyed chicken stir-fry with too much soy sauce, and each other. Feelings like these would develop on their own, I was almost sure, and for now, I was content to let them. A soft Merlot in my hand, coupled with the cuddles and occasional nips from Volt when I stopped petting her — this was heaven. She groaned as my nails drew circles around her ears, and trailed across her scalp.
She loved it, and writhed against my chest as my hands traced down her head. I continued back up, careful to avoid her neck. I traced my way up and down twice more, stopping just before each time. She tugged one of my hands to her chest, and I could feel her tiny heart pounding.
There was so much energy there, and I could feel it; nervous, excited, pulsing. I had never touched it before, knowing its history. The helplessness she felt as those kids held her down, and burned her with the spatula. She was just beginning to trust humans again; to be able to speak freely with Abby without shaking, and to be able to walk around in public without begging for respite.
Would this set her back? Remind her of the pain that she experienced those years ago? She gave me a silent nod. I grazed her burn lightly with my thumb, and watched her wince. I widened my grip, closing her entire neck within my hand. She stifled a moan, and I felt her passionate trembles flow from her body into mine. I never wanted it to end. She then pushed my hand away from her, grinding her burn on my hand once more, and jumped onto my chest.
I fell back, laying sideways across the couch, with Volt lying against my chest. I felt her muzzle against my nose, and her small tongue tracing my lips. My hand crept against her back, teasing the base of her tail as her paws explored my chest, and rubbed against my neck. She gave a startled chirp as my fingers traced up her tail, admiring the change of texture between brown and yellow fur.
I felt her breath against my face as she looked up. She blushed, giving me a daring grin, before looking back down. I increased my pressure, rubbing against it, and watched her arch her back and squeal. Suddenly, I felt her everywhere. Biting my lip, my ear, nibbling down my neck, while her paws tore off my shirt and flung it beside the sofa. I rubbed the small of her back, pressing her against my chest as our tongues danced, and I felt her trembling breathing against my own. I rubbed just above her tail, causing tiny, adorable moans of pleasure to escape from her lips, increasing in intensity as I increased the pressure.
She grinded against me, her paws balled against my bare chest as her moans began to peak in intensity. Her eyes clenched closed as her head hit my chest, and her legs trembled without her control. Suddenly, her eyes shot open, and her thighs clenched around my torso. After a few moments they relaxed, and she collapsed against my chest, breathing heavily. Every part of her face was red, and she covered her mouth with her paws in horror.
For some reason, part of my right leg felt damp. I stared back, still not quite sure of what happened. She shivered hesitantly, but allowed it. I held in my inner grimace, and held her, with a stationary hand on her back. Most of it got on my jeans anyway. She had never wet herself at night before, except for that strange incident. I attributed it to the fermented berries, but they had never had that effect on her before.
She squirmed with pleasure, even more so when she had no room to maneuver. I gripped her side, and she chirped with pleasure, her tiny frame gripped with once more with her high-pitched moans. I broke the kiss, and suggested me move to the bedroom, with towels. She agreed enthusiastically. And as it turned out, that was a wise decision. Volt adored being restrained, and I thoroughly enjoyed teasing her, keeping her on her very thin line between desperation and ecstasy.
I never thought I could love another like I did her, but each time she chirped my name, from breathless exhilaration to quiet companionship, I felt my heart yearn to be hers all over again. Travis used Cut. It's super effective! Thanks for your patience! This one in particular. My head pounded, likely from the rude awakening, and I shielded my eyes from the onslaught of light.
From my waist up I was nude, wearing only my boxers. I hazily remembered taking my clothes off in the middle of the night — too hot, I think — and it was a choice I was rapidly learning to regret. I told you about my lesbian thoughts; how could you not tell me about something this important!?
What are we going to tell Mom? Kevin was bewildered, Abby was irate, and Volt was heartbroken. This was a mess. I rubbed my face, clearing my head. Sleeping around in the same house as a Pikachu you know has feelings towards you? I sighed, contented at least I was at least less…attentive now, and stood up.
Volt cradled the doorframe, unsure of whether to walk in or leave, and elected instead to simply shut her eyes, trembling. I gestured to Volt. You can stay with Kevin if you want and get the details from him, but right now, this is more important, okay? Volt stood in place, her eyes scanning every part of the room but me, unsure of what to do, or what to feel. Gently, I patted the side of the bed. She slowly walked forward, bounding the last few steps, and leapt onto the purple comforter.
Her foot slipped just as she landed, but I managed to catch her paw and help her up the rest of the way. She snuggled by my side, her eyes distant and untrusting. She wiped her eyes with a paw, and stood up on my bed. I leaned back in thought. She murmured quietly. In a romantic way? I smiled despite myself. Like, romantically together.
And at best… I could think of worse things to wake up to then those beautiful, sparkling seafoam eyes. Guess what? Chase and I are going on a date! Can you teach me how to kiss? Thankfully, we had Monday off for the Day of Concord, a celebration of the 34th year of peace between Pokemon and Humans. We choose to celebrate it cramming for Tuesday, stuffing our website with all the bells and whistles we had forgotten on the previous days, and making sure it was just as polished and perfect as the original.
Well, minus the faulty code. With a mixture of guilt, pride, and dread, Kevin and I stepped into the foreboding archways of the Jervus Tax Group entrance. We were early — naturally — and we quickly snuck to my cubicle, where we powered my desktop on and slid in the thumbdrive. I peeked up from my cubicle, and cursed. Wait, which Mable? His Ekens followed, swaying back and forth as it squeezed though the entrance.
Give them a sob story about your sneezing Bulbasaur needing an eye replacement therapy or something! Mable was in her fifties, with gray and white hair in a strong, tightly-knit bun. Kevin blocked their path, sporting an enormous grin. Chase, she missed it. Travis followed, significantly more suspicious. And I replaced files on the network faster than anyone had ever before, and since.
Three minutes ago. Travis stared blankly at the screen, his nose almost grazing the bluish light, pouring over the details. Your infrastructure was terrible. Your naming convention was abysmal. We updated this quite some time ago, but she may have had the wrong file?
Travis shrugged, eyeing a camera by my cubicle before throwing on his coat. See you around, faggot. Despite everything though, I still felt a pit of guilt in my chest from Travis. I still owed him an apology. Get da Hardcore.
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