CYOA: A Night Visitor: 1
#1 of CYOA: A Night Visitor.
A raven trainer just caught a strong pokemon in the mountains, after deciding to sleep she goes to rest in her tent. That's when she notices that her new pokemon wants... closer company.
Eliza, an upcoming trainer took a nice trek in the woods looking for one thing. A powerful ally to her team of pokemon, with a lot of poke balls she purposefully tried to find some powerful pokémon; which could be dangerous of course. However, despite all odds, she found it. A powerful and strong pokemon, one that towers over her small body. However with both determination, grit, and a 1,000 PokeYen's worth of poke balls. She caught it, panting and exhausted from the ordeal of dodging it's blows and it's pokemon whittle it's health down. With this she gives a cute yawn by her campfire, reminiscing on the ordeal. Looking to her poke ball that caught the pokemon, then placing the ball on the log she's sitting on. Heading to her tent to retire for the night, noticing her wet clothes she sighs and decide to take most of it off, starting with her winter jacket, to her sweatpants, even her pink panties which grew uncomfortable from the sweat. With that, she now only had her long t-shirt she brought to help with padding. Though lucky for her she bought a heater for her tent, so with her blanket she'll be comfortable.
The night was peaceful for the young raven as she slept for a while, however something strange happened outside. That pokemon must've been too strong for her pokeball. The shell popped open as the pokemon bursted through him, feeling quite riled up from the fight, and the energy of the ball releasing him fills it with intense power. It would smell from the raven's tent a tantalizing scent, foreign, yet familiar in the sense that it was two things. Feminine, and ready, all that filled him with the desire to indulge these wants. Even if their a trainer, perhaps he should show who's the real master her. So he trots to her tent, and opens the tent.
The raven shifts as she hears the sound of a zipper sliding down her tent, filling her thoughts at what is invading her tent. A criminal, one of those crazed men in the woods, a hungry pokemon? She thought these thoughts more and more until she remembered the mirror she had for make-up, she props it up quietly to see who it is.
Pick you pokemon here
A. A mighty and strong Lucario
B. A mysterious and sensual Zoroark
C. An animalistic and possessive Goodra
D. A mischievous and rough Obstagoon
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