Headstrong
This one is a shortie. Wrote it about five months ago, got done with it fairly quickly. I couldn't get Pokemon off of my mind, and I had decided to make it.
Hope you like it! It was fun to write.
Bushes and leaves rustled in the distance. A Hypno, now on high alert, stands deep in the overgrowth of a forest untouched by humans. His ears stuck high in the air, scanning for any signs of movement. Eyes squinted and darting around. Something was near, and he knew it... But did it know that he was there too? If he could get the jump on it, it would improve his chances of coming out on top. Although was it worth the risk of attacking something far more powerful than himself? Without moving a muscle, the yellow pokemon continued to scan the green vegetation around him. The shuffling was getting closer for sure. Adrenaline began to pump through his veins as his fight or flight response kicked in. No more time for waiting, he knew he had to act, and act fast.
In an attempt to begin to run in a random direction, he made a sharp turn. Immediately after, an audible "Thwump" was heard as his presumed stalker made rather hard contact with soft flesh. At first, he felt nothing. Until, a searing hot pain splintered through his entire lower body in a nearly crippling wave. The pendulum he had carried quickly fell to the ground, slipping from his grasp. After what seemed like an eternity, he slumped over backwards into the dirt like a sack of potatoes. His testicles had nearly been pancaked in an impact and slowly began to swell. He cupped both of his hands over his aching groin, eyes clenched shut and teeth grinding as he bore through agony. Though his senses were dulled, he heard a faint cry from a Shieldon- a cry of triumph.
A few more moments passed and he managed to crack an eye open to get a look at the attacker. The Shieldon must have snuck through the tall plant life of the forest, using it as cover, and bludgeoned him, his shield-like head acting as a ram. He was the perfect height, too- lining up with his crotch to a tee. The smaller pokemon approached the groaning pile of Hypno and nudged him a few times to make sure he was properly incapacitated. After he had given minimal response, the Shieldon gave himself a reassuring nod, and trotted happily to the legs of the Hypno.
The Hypno, now partially recovered from the thorough pulping his testicles had received, watched in horror as the Shieldon continued on to bump and scoot his clenched legs apart with relative ease. He then began backing up, his head facing forward, and lining up with the pained groin of the Hypno once again. Noticing what was soon to come, the frantic pokemon began to plead and struggle in vain; but it was too late.
First pawing at the ground, then beginning a dash, Shieldon sprinted toward the genitals that now hung freely in the air. Faster than you'd think, a loud squeal echoed throughout the area, as the nuts of the tortured male were once again mashed against his pelvis. Tears sprung up, body trembling and drool dripping from the mouth. The once oval-shaped berries of the Hypnotist were now flattened to a fraction of their size. Frankly, the assailant was surprised that they were still whole after a direct hit like that. Letting the pain that his brutal crush caused settle in for a bit longer, the Shieldon finally removed his head from Hypno's testes. He fawned with glee over his job well done. The Hypno, now barely conscious, simply writhed in pain and clutched his battered baby makers.
At last Shieldon approached the upper side of his victim. In playful but stern tone, he spoke, "Stay out of my territory. Next time, I won't be as merciful." And with that, he began to casually skip away, back into the trees and grass, and into the unknown.