Diary of an innocent cub
Hello, I am finally here with a new story. This would have been out much sooner, but I managed to accidently destroy my laptop. Basically I was finishing up a huge project, sipping on some tea because I was parched from a sleepless night of working on it. You can probably see where this is going, but I pretty much bumped the cup of tea with my mouse and it spilt all over my computer. The computer instantly powered off, but I just saved so I figured it was okay. I grabbed some paper towels and cleaned up the mess, but when I tried to power it on it didn't work. So I flipped the laptop upside-down to check if the battery was wet, and far more tea than I should have had in my cup poured into my lap. Three weeks later the burns were healed for the most part and the laptop still wasn't working, so I resorted to drastic measures. I bought a brand new laptop. It's not half bad though, it even came with a free copy of Microsoft office so I can upgrade from the knock off I was using. (Though my wallet's going to be softly weeping until my next paycheck) Anyways now that were finished with my problems, let's move on to the story. Let me begin by saying that this story is written a bit differently, the perspective flipping from first and third person through the main character's journal. Secondly this story contains adult scenes along with instances of cub, so if you're under the legal age or aren't a fan of cub, then you probably shouldn't read any farther. Now without further a due... Dear Dirty Diary!
Tuesday, June 7th, 2011
Happy birthday to me! That's right, I'm now finally twelve years old! I would have written about this sooner, but some of my relatives came over unexpectedly and mum insisted I remain in the living room until they were gone. Not that I minded though, all of the Pokémon who came over were nice enough and they also brought more presents. (Granted, it was mostly chew toys and other things that I would have loved if I was five.) That doesn't matter though, the reason I'm so happy is because of the gift mum and dad got for me. They got me the thing I've been begging for all year, some freedom. Basically they sat me down after I had gone through the presents, and gave me a whole speech about growing up and being more responsible. Then mum told me that because I was becoming more mature, I didn't need them to follow me around everywhere when I go outside! I'm finally a free Zigzagoon! Anyways I'm going outside now to enjoy my new freedom; I'll try to write again tomorrow!
Zigzagoon kicked his leather bound journal under his makeshift bedding, making sure it was well hidden from the prying eyes of his parents before dashing out of his room and through the door to the outside world. He burst through the door, pausing for a moment to appreciate the new perspective. The cool spring air running through his jagged fur, the grass tickling his sensitive paws, everything simply felt so much better without his parents nipping at his heels. Taking one last breath of the fresh outdoor air, Zigzagoon let out a contempt sigh before dashing into the forest. Zigzagoon closed his eyes for a moment so he could pay more attention to every other sense; the wind that was now whipping past his figure and whistling in his ears, the sweet smell of the morning dew still clinging to the grass. With a content sigh he opened his eyes and picked up his speed, swiftly going from a casual run into an all-out sprint. If Zigzagoon's parents saw what he was doing they'd have a heart attack, partly because he was running far faster than they usually allowed and also because he was swiftly exiting their territory.
Zigzagoon was having far too much fun to notice though, picking up more and more speed to celebrate his freedom. His face was slammed with brand new scents the moment he left his own territory, still sprinting as fast as he could manage while his little heart went into an overexcited overdrive. There were a lot more trees in whoever's territory this was, Zigzagoon having to hop to the side to avoid the new obstacles coming at him at lightning speed. Perhaps it was all this dodging that distracted Zigzagoon, or perhaps he was simply too caught up in all the new freedom he had. Either way, if he was paying attention he may have notice the yellow blur enter his vision for a split second. Perhaps he would have had time to jump out of the way, instead of colliding with the figure head on.
Nonetheless, Both Zigzagoon and the yellow figure ended up cartwheeling forward, both screaming in fright as they prayed they would eventually come to a soft landing. When they finally did stop, the landing was far from soft. Zigzagoon pulled his bruised body up with great effort; his pride seriously injured, but not too worse for wear besides that. Then reality hit him almost as hard as he had the yellow blur, which was nowhere to be found. Where could the figure have gone? Zigzagoon's curiosity was swiftly answered when he backed up and noticed a Pichu literally indented into the dirt beneath him, its eyes closed and body limp. Zigzagoon freaked out. Did he just kill a Pokémon?
...It was a long time until Zigzagoon finally returned home, and when he did he simply went straight to his room. He dug under his bedding and bit down on his journal as to pull it out, being mindful not to damage the leather in the process. After throwing the book onto his bed he began writing on it, keeping the corner of his eye trained on the entrance to his room.
Tuesday, June 7th. 2011 part 2
Now I know I don't usually write in this thing more than once a day, but I feel that today is a decent exception. I finally met another Pokémon, well kind of. I guess to meet someone they have to be conscious, but I did see another Pokémon! Basically I was out running and enjoying my new freedom, when a Pichu appeared out of nowhere. I crashed into it and we ended up rolling for around a bazillion feet before we finally stopped. I was fine, but the Pichu made her own crater in the ground. At first I was afraid that I killed her, but luckily that wasn't the case.
I put my paw over its petit chest to check for a heartbeat, I figured that was the best way to know if the Pichu was still living. That's when I noticed something was wrong. Now I don't have much experience with Pokémon, but I know enough to tell girl from boy. And as I was trying to find the Pichu's heartbeat I realized that there were two small lumps over its chest, so apparently the Pichu was a girl. I have to admit though, something about the way those two mounds of soft flesh felt under my paw was surprisingly relaxing, but they were still getting in the way of me finding her heartbeat. I tried to bring my paw close enough to her chest so I could feel her heartbeat, gently pushing my paw down and even attempting to move one of the lumps to the side.
I still couldn't find her damn heartbeat, but she did let out a soft moan after a while. So while I would have liked to have been victorious over the now infuriating lumps on her chest, at least I knew she was alive. Now that I knew she wasn't dead, I got to work checking how bad her injuries were. I was either doing something really wrong or really right though, because the Pichu's small yellow body kept tensing up, and she moaned out a couple more times as my cold nose gently prodded up and down her figure. She didn't seem to have any broken bones, and it looked like besides a few bruises she'd be alright.
Except for one part of her body between her stubby legs where the fur was matted and I could almost make out a fairly decent sized cut. Now mum always warned me about lapping up blood, she said it's what makes perfectly normal Pokémon turn rotten, but I needed to see how bad her injuries were. So I brought my maw down to where her fur was all matted and gave it a long lick, straightening the fur and collecting a tiny portion of the blood on my tongue. Strangely enough, the blood didn't taste half bad. It almost tasted like berries with some sort of subtlety that I couldn't quite figure out. The entire time I was cleaning the cut; the Pichu was wriggling around in her sleep and moaning out consistently. I found myself lapping up as much of the stuff as I could before finally pulling my head away for fear of getting addicted to the blood like mum warned would happen.
Now that the area around the cut was clean, I could get a better view of the thing. It was a decent size relative to her body, and it seemed to be pink and irritated around the edges, although that was probably because of how much I was licking it. What I also saw was that it was still bleeding, but the blood wasn't red. The cut seemed to be oozing out some sort of clear fluid, the kind that couldn't have been blood. I sat down and watched the cut leak out the clear fluid as I let my mind run and tried to figure out what in the world I had been lapping up. Finally I came to a conclusion, going back to memories about when dad talked to me about the birds and the bees. He said something about girls having different parts between their legs, but could the cut actually be...
I brought my nose down between the Pichu's legs, sniffing intently as I tried to figure out if it was true. It was hard to focus though, the cut's scent being almost overpowering as my nose quickly became covered in the juices. Somehow I became almost intoxicated by the small, until it finally possessed me to go deeper; I wanted so badly to shove my cold nose into the strangely welcoming slit, so I did. Let me begin by saying that the scent on the outside was nothing compared to the inside. I felt my legs turn to rubber as I inhaled the new aroma deeply. Unfortunately my nostrils were quickly filled with the same substance as before, me jerking my head back and sneezing violently a few times before finally recovering.
On the up side the interruption brought me back to reality, my mind clearing as I realized that I still needed to help the Pichu. I lapped up the mess that was made between her legs with great contempt before giving her an apologetic kiss on the forehead, how could I have forgotten that she was still injured. I thought back to what my father taught me in case I ever got hurt in the woods, something about a natural healing mixture and another mixture to relieve pain... After running over what I'm pretty sure were the ingredients, I set off to find them all.
Luckily all the things I needed were pretty common, and I was able to return in no less than ten minutes flat. I started by plopping all the ingredients on the ground. Dad usually uses a bowl and a spoon to mix everything, but I needed to work with what I had. I delicately picked up one of the berries I needed and chewed it until it was a fine pulp, letting the incredibly sweet mush sit in my maw as I began creating the healing mixture. I took berry after berry into my maw, not letting a single drop of the sweet concoction escape. I ended up with my mouth filled to the brim with the all-natural goo, the stuff tasting almost sickeningly sweet as it sloshed around in my mouth.
Now dad usually applied this stuff with a spoon, but I still didn't have much in the means of supplies. So I sort of just let the semi-transparent, purple goo leek out of the corners of my mouth and onto the unconscious Pichu, taking care to cover every inch of her with the stuff. Even after her petit body was covered from head to toe, I still had a bit of the stuff left in my mouth. That's when I had a strange idea. I honestly don't know what possessed me to do what I did, but I definitely don't regret doing it. I slowly brought my head down her body, finally stopping at her slit. I pushed my maw back to the tight entrance and sort of just let the rest of the stuff out.
The Pichu moaned and her entire body tensed up as I let all of the remaining gunk flow into her slit, my muzzle finally emptying after what felt like a blissful eternity. I pulled my head back to get the perfect view of what I could only imagine was the best possible end result. The Pichu continued to moan and her body remained tense as the berry mulch slowly oozed out of her slit. While I was watching the awe inspiring show I began to feel something weird... between my hind legs. Now I'm not unaware of how my body works and I've even "relieved myself" several times when I'm in that condition, but this time felt different for some reason.
I cast my swiftly growing situation to the back of my head though; I could resolve it when I got home after all. The Pichu sighed with what I assume was a mixture of relief and content, the last of my healing mixture oozing out of her now empty slit. Part of me wanted to do it again, to fill her up with a second dose, but I knew that I still had work to do. I collected the remaining supplies I had, just enough remaining to make the painkiller stuff I wanted. So I began delicately picking up the rest of the berries between my teeth once again, mashing them up into yet another sweet concoction. This stuff was different though; this stuff was intended to be taken orally. After chewing up the second mulch which was just as if not sweeter than the last, I brought myself over her body. Once again I had to ignore my twitching member as I let her medicine drool from my mouth to hers, but at least I was applying it somewhat professionally this time.
Who am I kidding? I probably spent more time exploring the inside of her mouth with my tongue than I did letting the painkiller leak in there. I ended up spending a good half hour with my eyes closed and our jaws awkwardly interlocked, but she did end up drinking all of the stuff in the end so I guess it wasn't a total waste of time. Anyways after that I just sort of left her, I ran home as fast as I could so I could write this all down. God, mum's going to kill me if she ever reads this. Anyways I have to go for real now, write in you tomorrow! (Maybe)
As soon as Zigzagoon got the last word down, a stream of white goo spattered across the pages. Apparently writing about what he did to the Pichu made him a bit more excited than he was willing to admit. He stared down at the mess he made for a brief moment before he realized that he couldn't just leave a big white splatter on the page, it'd ruin the paper! So with his weak excuse supporting him mentally, Zigzagoon brought his head down and lapped up the salty fluid. It wasn't terrible. In fact it probably would have made the extremely sweet mulches he created earlier a bit more bearable for the unconscious Pichu. An idea for another time perhaps...
Thank you for reading! I'm terribly sorry this wasn't very long; It's partly because of how little time I've had my computer for and by extension how little time I've had to write, and also because I wanted to see what everybody thought of the whole first person idea before I go on with it. If you all like it, then I can begin working on a sequel (And then most likely stop there because I already have one unfinished series on my back.) and if not it can easily end here plot wise. Again I apologize for not putting anything up for a while and hopefully I'll be able to bring out content more consistently again. (Although I'm going to try to write longer and more spaced out stories from now on). So thank you for reading and if you enjoyed this story please feel free to like, comment and rate. Have a wonderful day!