In Need Of A Loving Home
Hey! 2vdog finally back with another story. I'm so sorry that this took so long to put out, but long story short I accidentally gave myself a concussion. Even after I recovered, words became a lot more difficult to think of, I began hating a lot of the stories that I wrote, deleting them during proof reading sessions. I'm trying to stop doing that though, even though I am putting the stories through a lot heavier of an editing process now. Either way, I'm back, and although I can't guarantee a consistent flow of stories, I can say that I will be working on them as hard as I can. Anyways, I think it's about time to get to the story...
Quick warning first; this story had adult content in it, involving a Pokémon cub and a human. So if anything in that last sentence seems like something that you wouldn't be into; I encourage you to turn back now. For those of you who stayed, it's time to get the story. So, without further a due... A Loving Home
This was easily one of the worst storms I've ever had to suffer through. It was so cold, that even under my thick winter jacket, the chilling weather still managed to nip away at me until I was entirely numb and barely able to force myself to walk forward. My poor hands and face (which were uncovered and completely at the mercy of old man winter), had turned an awful shade of light blue, and had become raw and painful to the touch, refusing to move altogether. The snow was pelting down so hard that it might as well have been hail, and the wind was whipping around faster than a Skitty hopped up on sugar. I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to last outside; my knees were on the verge of simply refusing to bend anymore, and the never-ending snow banks on either side of me were beginning to look cozier and cozier. I needed to get home, out of the cold, out of the snow, and in front of a nice warm fire. Salvation was only a few more blocks away; I just had to tough it out for a little longer.
Fate must not have been smiling down on me though; because even though I was shuffling along at a Slugma's pace, something still found its way underneath me, getting caught in between my feet and sending me plummeting down towards the hard, icy sidewalk. The storm had taken away most of the feeling in my body, so I didn't really feel the collision as much as I kind of experienced it. I heard the sickening thud of my body slamming against the sleet-covered sidewalk, the snow doing little to nothing to cushion my fall. I felt myself bounce; loosing contact with the hard sidewalk for only a moment before finding it again with another awful thud. I also saw a familiar crimson liquid flowing freely from my hand, dying the snow beneath it a gruesome dark red. I was bleeding from something; perhaps a broken bottle, or a chunk of random metal.
For a moment; I contemplated how soft and cushy the snow was. It couldn't have been that bad, just drifting off to sleep; no feeling, no pain. I let my eyelids droop... yes, sleep would be good...
"Char"
I heard a voice coming from behind me; sounding almost as exhausted as I felt, and somehow even weaker. It sounded scared and sad, like a child a long way from home. I didn't bother opening my eyes though. I had just hit my head pretty hard, and I had no idea how much blood I was losing from my hand. I was probably just imagining things. Yes... it was easier just to ignore it.
"Char"
But there it was again; this time sounding even worse than before. Whatever was making those noises (provided it wasn't just my imagination) was clearly getting weaker. It was dying. Fake or not; I couldn't ride out my last few minutes listening to a Pokémon suffer. I opened my eyes, which was much more difficult than I thought it would be. There was nothing in front of me though, except my hand was beginning to look progressively worse, the dark red blood nicely accented by my pale blue, frostbitten skin. I tried turning my head so I could look behind me, only to have a shot of hot pain run up my neck. I had hit the ground pretty hard; could I have gotten whiplash? It hurt like hell to move my neck, so I guess so.
I tried again at moving my neck, going faster in hopes of getting the pain done in one shot. The agony was unimaginable: I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out, just silence and a bit of spittle. Still, I managed it. And after a few seconds of silent screaming; I calmed down enough to get a look around. The first thing that I noticed was a cardboard box: overturned with snow spilling out. That must have been what tripped me up earlier. I also noticed a broken bottle, so I guess that solved the mystery of what cut my hand. What I didn't notice, at least not at first, was a red bundle of flesh, sprawled out and mostly buried in snow in front of the box. It was a Charmander.
When I did notice it, I panicked a bit. I rushed to get up; only to have immediate pain shoot through my entire body. I fell back down, another scream tearing through my throat, but this one was very much real, drowned out by the whistling of the wind. Why the hell did I decide to just give up for a while. If I had gotten up faster, maybe I would have been okay. I looked back at the Charmander; its eyes were closed and the fire on the tip of its tail was almost out. It let out another pitiful "char". I sighed; everything was aching, but I couldn't just let the poor Charmander die. I tried again at getting up.
This time, I actually managed to get some progress. I pulled myself onto my aching feet, almost growing accustomed to the burning pain I felt everywhere at this point, which despite how it felt, did nothing to warm me up. I brought my hands down to pick up the Charmander, catching another glimpse at my injured hand, which I could now see had a shard of beer bottle embedded in the finger, blood oozing around it. I guess using that hand was out of the question.So I did my best to scoop up the Charmander with my safe hand, which isn't exactly an easy task when all of your fingers are frozen solid and every small movement results in a shot of crippling pain. What the hell did I do to myself? What the hell was I still doing?
After a bit of fighting and a mild, yet somehow soothing burn from the Charmander's tail, I managed to scoop it up and cradle it like a baby, pressing it tightly up to my chest with its flaming tail dangling like my bad arm. Alright, good news: I'm up and moving again and I managed to get the Charmander without falling unconscious from pain and exhaustion. Bad news: That was the easy part. Now I have to carry the Charmander two blocks to my house and keep both me and it alive. The sidewalk was beginning to look like a nice cozy alternative again...
Now I'm not going to go into too much detail about the walk home, since it was really a lot of the same. I found myself almost falling a lot, I felt the urge to give up a lot, the Charmander kept letting out weaker and weaker little "Chars", and after what felt like an eternity of suffering, I finally made it to my house. I'm lucky that I keep my door unlocked, since there was no way on earth that I would have been able to grab and use my keys in this weather, instead, I just did my best to twist the knob with my frozen hand and stumbled inside, falling backwards on the door to close it. I looked down at the Charmander in my arm, my eyes flickering over to its tail, which by some sort of miracle was still alight. Alright, the worst was over now, I could finally focus on getting warm.
Just being in my house and out of the cold was enough to help me de-thaw, but it wasn't doing it nearly fast enough. I turned my gas fireplace on to max and stripped off all my clothes (They were soaking wet and would only make me colder anyways) before throwing myself onto the couch, Charmander resting soundly on my chest. It looked like its fire was beginning to grow again, which reassured me enough to allow myself a few minutes of sleep. I had been through hell after all, I deserved a bit of a rest.
I let my eyelids slowly flutter a few times before finally closing, all the muscles in my body relaxing, and my mind drifting off into slumber. When I woke back up; I couldn't hear the angry whistling of the wind anymore. In fact, everything seemed peaceful in general. I looked out the window to see that the storm was over. It was also dark outside though, so I must have been out for a couple hours at least. Just then, I heard a light moan coming from my chest, followed by a soft "char". I guess that Charmander was waking up too. Now would probably be a good time to talk to the thing. I've never had a Pokémon before, so I wanted to make sure I didn't do anything to upset it.
"Hey Charmander... How're you feeling?"
I asked in the softest voice I could manage. For extra brownie points, I gently placed my hand on the side of the Pokémon's face, scratching softly behind its ear with my thumb, earning a light sigh of approval from the Charmander. I guess it must have been okay, since it didn't sound like it was in pain anymore, and its tail was burning at full capacity again. Just in case, I stopped scratching behind the Charmander's ear and let my hand wander down its body, checking for broken bones or patches of rough fur. The Pokémon gave me some more happy sighs, rubbing its head tenderly against my bare chest. I tried to bring my other hand in to check its opposite side, but I was struck with a bolt of pain when I tried to move it. I had completely forgotten about the shard of broken beer bottle.
Now that I had a better chance to look at it, it seemed pretty bad. The glass was embedded pretty deeply, and blood was still flowing; granted, a lot slower than before. I took in a sharp intake of breath from the pain, and Charmander must have noticed, because it looked up at me with a mixture of confusion and concern. It didn't take long for it to notice that I had hurt my finger, and once it did, the Pokémon reached out for my hand, gently pulling it in until my finger was right in front of it. After that, it gently grabbed the shard of glass between its teeth and pulled, getting it out in one swift movement.
I tried my best not to yell out in pain, but I felt as though I was going to grind my teeth into dust in the process. My eyes were shut tight and my head was thrown back, my teeth clenching together as tight as my jaw would allow. I felt blood begin to flow again, and then I felt my entire finger being enveloped in wet warmth. When I looked back down, I found that the Charmander had my finger in its mouth, and it was suckling gently, just enough to soothe without pulling out any blood. Its eyes were shut tight, and its entire body was tensed up, as if it was expecting to be hit for what it had done. I brought my hand back down to the side of the Charmander's head, continuing to scratch it gently behind the ear. I felt its entire body slowly loosen up on my chest, until eventually the Charmander was letting out light sighs of bliss again.
After a certain point, I was almost certain that my finger had stopped bleeding, but it seemed to make the Charmander happy to just suckle on it, so that's what I let it do. In the meantime, I used my free hand to check the Pokémon for injuries, gently stroking its soft fur in the process. I'll admit; it was rather soothing to just sit there, petting the Charmander while it rested on my chest. I began to see why so many people kept Pokémon as house pets.
Eventually, I began to notice a light dampness on my lower chest though, nothing major, but it was right underneath the Charmander, so I figured I'd do it the courtesy of moving it a bit, so it wouldn't get uncomfortable. I hated to interrupt the little one, since it looked like it was really enjoying my finger; I guess it must have been a sort of pacifier for it. The Charmander was really getting into it too, I'm not entirely sure when, but at some point, it had began using its tongue; licking my finger while it was still in its maw. Its tongue was course, but Charmander was gentle enough with it that it wasn't uncomfortable. Anyways; moving it, it shouldn't have been too hard to get the Pokémon to stop for a second; in fact, I could probably just pick it up and shift it off to the side a bit. No need to interrupt it at all.
I slid my one hand underneath the Charmander's side so that my fingers were resting beneath its belly. I felt the Pokémon tense up a bit, and with my good hand pre-occupied, I used the thumb of my bad hand to gently stroke the side of its neck in an attempt to calm it. The Charmander literally shuddered on my chest, pushing its face into my hand as well as it could. I chuckled lightly at how adorable it was being before pulling its body up just enough so that I could move it to the side. Now I'm not sure what sort of wetness I was expecting to find on my chest, but it certainly wasn't what I found.
It was a perfectly clear fluid, no tinge of any color besides that of my chest beneath it. It also had a really wonderful scent to it, intoxicating even. I dabbed my finger in the mystery fluid and brought it up to my nose, giving it a light sniff. It smelt even better up close: Perhaps a little hot, but it smelt more so sweet than anything else. I looked down at Charmander in hopes that it would have any ideas, but the Pokémon had tensed up again, burying its face as deeply into my chest as possible, what little of its face I could see flushed a bright pink.
It took me a moment to realize what I had dipped my fingers in, but when I did my face flushed almost as pink as Charmander's. First thing I realized: Charmander was a female, so I guess I should probably stop referring to her as 'it'. Second thing I realized: The Charmander had enjoyed something over the past while; perhaps a pleasant memory or something. And most importantly: I had just dipped my fingers in the Charmander's involuntary arousal and brought it to my face. There was no way in hell I could imagine her forgiving me for that last one.
I brought my hand down and tried scratching behind her ear again, but it didn't work this time. She stayed just as tensed up as before, refusing to move. I let out a loud sigh; how I managed to turn a nice calm scene into this was beyond me. I brought my other hand to the opposite side of her head, rubbing behind both ears with my thumbs, and even using my fingers to stroke her neck. That earned me a light squeak, but she still refused to budge. Exhausted of options; I leaned my head down and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. I'm not entirely sure if that fixed anything, but she did loosen up, so I guess it was a start.
I stopped scratching her ear with one of my thumbs, instead bringing it down until it was under Charmander's chin, using it to slowly lift her head until her face was right in front of mine. She had tears under her eyes, so I wiped them away with my other thumb, both hands now cradling her head, my fingers still gently stroking her neck. I looked her in the eyes and smiled. I wanted to show her that she wasn't in any trouble, and that everything was going to be alright. After that; she sort of jumped me.
I didn't even know that a Charmander could kiss before that; I figured it was strictly licks and nibbles for them, but god was I wrong. Her lips pushed firmly against mine, knocking me off balance and causing me to fall onto my back. Charmander didn't seem to mind much though; adjusting herself slightly before pushing her lips back against mine. She opened her lips as if to start a French kiss, but her tongue stayed in her mouth. It was as if she was waiting for me to make the first move; and even though it was against my better judgment, I did. I tried to be gentle, softly sneaking my tongue into the warm confines of her mouth, but Charmander had other ideas, and as soon as my tongue was in her territory, she wrapped her tongue around it, pulling it in farther and gently sucking on it like she did my finger.
I tried to keep my hands busy; running them up and down Charmander's sides, continuing to attend to her neck and the area behind her ears, and even her stomach when I could get my hands there. Over time though, my petting traveled farther and farther down her body, until I eventually built up the nerve to try her tail. The response was almost immediate. As soon as my hand began running up her smooth tail, Charmander began switching it up with her kissing, pushing her tongue into my mouth now; trying not to leave a single spot untouched by her surprisingly skilled mouth organ. The farther up I went, the more desperate she seemed to become, until eventually she was grinding her hips against my chest, leaving a rather big and still growing puddle of her arousal in its wake.
I dragged my hand back down her tail, driving her even crazier and causing her to push her hips against me even harder. I didn't waste any time getting my hands to where she needed them most, placing two fingers over her heated sex and rubbing small, slow circles on the outer lips. At this point, Charmander and I were on equal terms when it came to kissing, our two tongues dancing desperately with each other, either of us stopping every once and a while to suckle on the other one's tongue. In terms of release though; Charmander was getting increasingly close, and I couldn't imagine she'd last much longer. Everything seemed to be heating up, and the smell of her arousal was becoming increasingly strong.
In an attempt to push her over the top; I slid a finger into her incredibly damp sex, immediately taken in by the sheer heat of her. She broke the French kiss, a strand of saliva connecting our tongues for just a moment before she threw her head up into the air, spraying white hot fire above her. Meanwhile, her nether regions were convulsing like crazy, holding onto my finger like a velvety soft, squishy vice, and covering it in her juices as she rode out her climax for all it was worth.
Almost a full minute later, Charmander had finished. She was panting heavily, her tongue lolled out and her entire chest rising and sinking. I pulled myself back into a sitting position, putting the Pokémon off to the side for a moment while I caught my breath as well. The final product of her climax trickled down my chest, dripping onto the couch before sinking into the fabric. I looked down at her, she still looked exhausted, but at the same time, she had to have been one of the cutest things I'd ever seen. I leaned down and gave her another gentle kiss like before; this time on the lips.
Once I broke the kiss, Charmander looked up at me, smiling lightly, her chest still heaving ever so slightly. It looked like she was trying to hold eye contact, but her focus kept flickering down. I looked down to see what she was staring at, but it became almost immediately evident. The combination of Charmander's scent, along with the long kiss, and the feeling of being inside Charmander's depths had gotten me aroused. I was about to explain myself to Charmander when she jumped to the occasion again. Within a moment, she was lying between my legs, using her little stubby hands to rub up and down my shaft.
I instinctively bucked my hips forward, arching my back as well. I hope that Charmander didn't mind at all, but if she did, she was doing a pretty good job of hiding it. After a few gentle strokes, Charmander let go, causing my member to bounce back and forth a few times, earning a giggle from her. Once my member had stopped moving, she leaned her head down and gave the very tip a gentle kiss, earning a light groan from me. Hearing that, she decided to take it a step farther, wrapping her lips around the tip and running circles around the head with her rough tongue. It didn't take long before my breathing had gotten heavy. Once again I tried to keep my hands busy, stroking Charmander's sides as gently as I could manage.
After perhaps a minute of Charmander teasing just the head, she finally began slowly sinking her head down my shaft, taking about half before she began pulling herself back up. Let me start by saying that I could never have imagined how warm and wet it'd be in her mouth. It was by far one of the best things I had ever experienced, and the light sucking she was doing, coupled with the tongue work, basically made me putty in her hands. By this point; my hands had wandered back to Charmander's nether regions, my two finger going back to making slow circular motions against her outer lips. After a while, Charmander and I had both picked up the pace substantially. She was taking about two thirds of my member into her mouth every time, rising until just the tip was in her mouth before sinking back down every time. Meanwhile, I was rubbing the outside of her sex with my thumb, while two fingers softly pumped away into her depths and a third gently rubbing her little clit.
Charmander was getting insanely close, and I could feel myself approaching my limits as well. I was just about to hit my climax when Charmander stopped at the very tip of my manhood. She took a deep breath and slowly sunk her head down, going farther and farther, passing where she usually stopped and almost taking the entire thing to the hilt. About nine tenths of the way there though, she had to pull her head up, removing herself from my member entirely and turning to the side, coughing violently. I immediately grabbed for her, rubbing both of her sides with my hands, gently cooing her until she stopped coughing.
Once she did; she looked up at me apologetically, tears welling up in her eyes again. I gave her another kiss on the lips, holding it for a little longer than normal. When I broke it, I made sure to scratch her behind the ears, looking her in the eyes as to tell her: "You did fine."
I didn't get much time for eye contact though; for not a few seconds after I broke the first kiss, Charmander climbed up my chest, pressing her lips firmly against mine, letting this one linger for far longer than the last. When she broke the kiss, she immediately looked down, a light blush accenting her cheeks once again. I followed her eyes, trailing my sights down until I saw what she was looking at. Her sex was rested perfectly on top of my member, dripping with anticipation, coating my member in her juices. I looked at her as if to ask "Are you sure?", but she dropped herself before I could look her in the eyes.
She completely impaled herself on my entire shaft, no resistance whatsoever. I probably would have made a comment had I not been entirely lost in cloud nine. She was so warm and tight and soft and just perfect in every way. I felt the head of my member press up against her cervix, stopping just before I hilted her. A perfect fit. Charmander looked like she was enjoying herself too: her tongue was lolled out, her eyes were shut tight, and she was letting out a blissful moan. For the longest time, we just stayed like that, enjoying how well we fit together. After a while though, Charmander began lifting herself up. It looked like she was having some trouble; so I put my hands below her arms and helped her most of the way, once my member was only just barely inside of her, she dropped herself, hilting again with a wet slapping noise and a happy "Char!"
Charmander was still enjoying the bliss that came with the first drop, so I did most of the work in picking her up the second time, lifting her up slightly faster, and dropping her. There was another wet slapping sound of out pelvises connecting, and Charmander let out another loud "Char!" I also let out a moan, completely lost in the pleasure of filling the adorable Charmander to the brim with my manhood, lost in her tightness. I pulled her up again, still faster that the last, but not by much. By this point, my member was slick with Charmander's arousal, making it even easier to slide her up and down my length.
By the fifth or sixth time, Charmander hit a climax, her sex wrapping tightly around my member, convulsing as she coated it in even more of her juices, some spilling out and onto the fabric of the couch. I held her tightly against my chest through her climax; not wanting to overwhelm her, but once I was convinced that she had calmed down, and her breathing was back to normal; I continued lifting her up, dropping her with the reward of a louder wet sound than the last, and a louder "Char!" as well.
I lost track of how many times I lifter her up and dropped her after a certain point, but I remember Charmander went through two or three more climaxes before I lost it. I lifter her off my lap and repositioned her onto her hands and knees on the couch, me standing behind her now. She buried her face into one of the pillows, raising her cute rump in the air and lifting her tail out of the way, her sex literally quivering in anticipation for me to continue; which I was happy to do. First though, I got down on one knee and gave her sex a gentle lick, savoring the flavor of her juices. She tasted absolutely amazing, sweet with just a hint of spice. I earned a few moans from Charmander, encouraging me to give her a few more licks before standing myself back up and realigning myself.
I didn't waste too much time after that, sinking myself into her depths once more. Slow at first, so she could get used to the new position, but I swiftly sped up, until Charmander had to push herself back to avoid the entire couch being pushed. I could still hear her moans through the pillow though, so I simply prayed that I wasn't being too rough, and that she was still enjoying herself. I felt her sex tighten around my member for the umpteenth time, and that was it for me. I grabbed Charmander and picked her up so that she was on my lap again, pulling her as close to me as I could while my climax hit.
I felt spurt after spurt of my seed climb up my member, painting her insides a creamy white and eventually overflowing out of her, ending up collecting on the couch with the rest of Charmander's climaxes. I pulled Charmander into a kiss for the last few spurts, guiding her tongue into my mouth and sucking it gently like she did for me earlier. Even after my climax was over though, I continued to hold her tightly, kissing her as deeply as I could manage. Once the kiss had finally broken, we were both panting heavily, I couldn't believe how adorable Charmander looked with her tongue lolled out and panting. I'd have to make note to do this with her more often, but for now; she was tired, and I was too. We fell asleep in each other's arms. And that's how we woke up the next morning...
Thanks for reading! Like I said; words have been difficult lately, and it's been a while since I've done any serious writing; so I'm really sorry if this is awful. Please leave any constructive criticism you've got in the comments, I really want to get back to having as much fun writing as I used to. Again though; thanks form reading, and if you did enjoy; please feel free to like, comment, and rate. Have a wonderful day!
Edit: Oh, quick side note: I know that this was released a few days before the contest was announced, but I'm going to enter this in the 2012 winter story contest! I don't expect anything to really come out of it, but I figured that it might be fun nonetheless.