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  1. I believe this was created by Goodbiscuit. https://e621.net/posts/2004582?q=goodbiscuit
  2. Hi everyone! With a bit of Photoshop, I localized Saiya Mesu's Buneary comic. Credits to him, along with all the translators that worked on the project are on the final page.
  3. Sorry for the lack of updates -- life's kicking my ass. Have an apology Buneary!
  4. Nice! Or for other writers, to do commissions based on the suggestions of their clients?
  5. Pfff, no they're not, everyone knows that. Here's the Bulbapedia article siting- ...wait. WAIT. ----- Also, sorry about all the italics. That was a rich-text error on my behalf, and by the time I realized it I couldn't edit it away X3.
  6. Wow, really? I'm so excited for it! Thanks for continuing to make this website and community a reality :). If I may, what payment system are you considering? I know Paypal has an antiquated view on erotic art, and other systems aren't necessarily global. Would we have the artist's link their preferred payment method, or do you have something else in mind?
  7. I realize this will likely be controversial, but I would love if this site had an official place for Omorashi artists to accept commissions. That way, users can find really niche artists that fill their tastes (such as our very skilled Pokemon Omorashi artist Raven Eevee, and our exceptional furry artist Lexpads). Ideally, this would function similarly to the 'Artwork and Doujinshi' section, except with each thread headed by artists looking to create/sell omorashi work. Requests would be done in thread, while payment and specifications could be done through other portals depending on the artist's preference (Paypal/Patreon/Etc). I think this would allow more omorashi art to exist in the world, and help support our very talented artists. What are your thoughts? :3
  8. Oh my gosh! You guys are the most patient people on the planet; thank you for waiting! I couldn't ask for better fans! X3 <3! Previously… Our heroes have been trapped in a dangerous tomb, sacred to the mysterious Unknown, and to mythical Pokemon not yet encountered. Wishing to weaken them further, these creatures banished our companions into different parts of this underground labyrinth, in a mysterious manner similar to Mew-Two, long before. Recalling her previous escapades, Wiggly tetters dangerously close to losing control on the hallowed ground, with Nova and Josh not far behind. ---Sandy--- <I’m not sure!> Nova shifted uncomfortably, balling his hands by his hips. The glow of the cavern flickered from the faint light of his tale, illuminating the haunting stalagmites around us. None of the structures grew from the ceiling, however. Crumbled rock and fractured stone told the only tale we needed about what happened to the once grand stalactites that held fast to the ceiling, all those years ago. I swallowed. <I only a-ask,> Nova gulped, swishing his tale before us to provide a meager light, <Because, before, Josh always said to stick to the left. But, I don’t know if that still holds between teleportation.> <I don’t think-> <And three dimensional space.> He added. I growled. <I doubt it matters; if we’re lost, we’re lost. Better to move in one direction quickly then to stay and die.> <B-but we can’t mark the walls! We’ll have no points of reference, or-> I was going to strangle him. Two minutes, and he was already reciting every single thing that could ever possibly go wrong, and the best practices of every piece of minutia that he had ever read, seen, or studied. All the while I looked him over him just kept talking, scaring himself more and more with each passing word. I fancied the idea of slapping him like in the movies, but I felt as if that would likely lead to the opposite of the desired effect. Plus, Josh would be pissed. <-And we’ll never escape alive!> he finished, nearly in a panic. <You are literally a dragon.> I said, grinding my teeth. <What do you have to be afraid of? You’ve fought legends before, defeated the strongest trainers alive. Why are you so freaking scared?> Nova went silent, staring into the floor as I pressed on, jabbing my finger into his chest. <I’m serious! Whatever is out there is either dead or sleeping, or just Unknown, one of the weakest Pokemon in existence. You have nothing to fear. No reason to be terrified.> Nova turned to the side. <It still feels real to me.> <Then that’s your problem.> I was mad. No, I was pissed. What right did he have, a dragon, to be more afraid then a lost, defenseless girl without a light source? Static I could understand; I loved his spunk if perhaps not his headstrong nature. Mew would have been fine; I could get past his arrogance and see the picture behind it. But Nova? I walked ahead, heedless of the tiny snivels behind me. God. I remember pushing my Pokemon to the breaking point – Wiggly included – training them to be at their best. Never accepting failure, from their teammates, or from within. I have no idea how Josh had the temperance to stand his whiny insecurities for this long, but I would be damned before I would bend for his little act. <Why aren’t you in the front?> I demanded, squinting through darkness in an attempt to gain my footing. Nova stumbled ahead shakily, once again bathing the rock walls with a hint of light. I almost commanded him to actually help – make his tail glow brighter, or use some flame attack for actual use – but I bit my tongue and continued. We walked in silence for some time, with his occasional hiccupping sob as the only thing to break the crunch of gravel underfoot. <…Do you hate me?> He whispered, staring into the cavern with teary eyes. Yes. I shook my head, banishing the thought. <No, I don’t hate you. You just…frustrate me.> <W-why? What am I doing wrong?> I took a deep breath, somewhat quelling my anger. <We’re just different, Nova. When I was young, I was alone. If I had hesitated, or doubted myself, I wouldn’t be here today. I would’ve been digested long ago by the creatures you can destroy with a breath.> Nova stopped. I realized we had reached the high of this incline, which was blockaded with massive boulders and jagged rocks. <Do you…envy me?> <No!> I scoffed. Nova wiped his eyes, and gave me a careful gaze. I frowned, staring at the boulders, and digested the question. <Perhaps.> I faltered. <I’ve always felt weak, like this. I love being human – don’t get me wrong – but having your power to back you up, your fire, the ability to soar…> Nova gave a sad smile, and prodded a pebble with his foot. <I’d give anything to have your confidence.> Maybe that was it then. Maybe none of us were complete. <I can smash these rocks, but I’m worried it’ll just trigger another rockslide.> Nova said with a frown. <Luckily, with this incline, I can just glide us back down to our original location pretty quick, and we can just choose a different path. If, you know, you’re alright with that.> <Sure.> I nodded, standing behind him. He knelt to the floor, and I awkwardly waddled onto his back, trying to use his wings as leverage. He shifted – nearly knocking me off – then repositioned himself back on all fours, giving a flustered giggle. <Have you done this before?> I chuckled, attempting to gain some sort of balance before we took off. <Yes…ish? Skarr always felt, um, concerned when I suggested the idea of flying with Josh-> <Can’t imagine why.> I grinned. <Well, at the time, it was more of a them activity, you know? And, I suppose, I didn’t want to…take that away.> <That’s thoughtful of you.> Nova smiled. It felt good to see it, as if a small weight was lifted. <Hey, Nova,> I swallowed. <I’m…sorry for making you cry.> <Sorry for frustrating you.> He smirked, wagging his fire-tipped tail behind him. <Ready?> I nodded, and we were off instantly, jolting my poor bladder hard as we took to the air. My groin rather quickly reminded me of the two-liter I had polished off earlier with Wiggly, and I clenched my thighs around Nova, awkwardly hoping he wouldn’t notice. What is it about soda that doesn’t give you any warning? If he did notice, he was polite enough not to respond. His own desperation seemingly forgotten – likely more mental than physical – as we glided down the slope. What would’ve been a dangerous uphill glide made a rather smooth decent, and at my prodding, we continued downward, into the earth. The cavern floor eventually smoothed out and shrunk, and after a moment, Nova landed, furling his wings. Around us, different white crystals danced around the shadows cast by Nova’s flame. Nova swallowed, staring down a crevasse in the cavern’s floor, and into a pool of water below. His eyes traced the water to its source – a small spring – and with it, a different path far deeper into the cavern. Nova’s paw traced it’s way past his stomach and onto his groin, lightly squeezing himself before resuming its place at his side. He blushed when he saw that I had noticed, then flushed more vibrantly as his hand returned. <I…really have to go.> <Tell me about it.> I swallowed. <D-do you mind if I hold myself? I know it’s childish, but-> <I won’t tell if you won’t.> I swallowed, rubbing the front of my jeans. My bladder was already shooting warning pulses down my urethra, and I swallowed, wondering if it would be better to simply let go into the stream below, and deal with whatever repercussions may come, or to hold it, and hope to make it out without angering whatever monstrosity lurked below. <Ready?> Nova asked, offering his hand in assistance in traversing the crevasse. I accepted, and journeyed deeper into the hollowed earth. ---Josh--- [They are but objects, Josh. Trinkets and baubles; nothing more.] [I had everything, Mew!] I shrieked. It was true. Sleeping bags, potions, food rations, multiple water bottles, changes of clothes, every rational thing a trainer could need, and many, many completely superfluous items as well. And now, it was gone. My precious backpack. The ghost of the weight still lingered on my back, a haunting negative energy. No Pokeballs, no revives, no full restores. Mew hovered by my side, coiling his tail around my wrist. [Items, Josh. Such things can be recovered.] I clutched tuffs of my hair as I scrambled, desperately looking for my pack. [How are we going to catch any ancient without Pokeballs, Mew!?] [Your friend Ethan found shoes to be an effective deterrent.] Mew smirked. [I’m serious!] Mew gave a musical laugh, then instantly went ridged, pink fur standing ridged. I turned, following his stare to a stagnant pool of water a few yards away. Mew floated above the offending liquid, giving small chirps above. [This isn’t right. This isn’t normal.] [What’s gotten into you, Mew?] [Refraction!] He barked, continuing his small, echoing chirps. [Liquid refracts sound. Always at an angle, and always both absorbing and reflecting some of the original sound.] [And this does it differently?] [This reflects nothing.] Mew shivered, shrinking away from the offending liquid. I walked closer, and spoke near the watery black. Sure enough, though I could hear my own voice, the cavernous echo was strongly reduced. [So, is it deeper than normal? Is it different than regular water?] [It’s different than regular matter.] I reached for my rope, instantly feeling wrenching loss. My pack…! “Whatever.” I grimaced, removing my jacket, and coiling it around. I did the same with my shirt, knotting them in a poor excuse for actual equipment, then started with my belt. [Why Josh!] Mew blushed, placing an overexerted paw over his mouth. [Can you psychic this together or something?] I growled, face flushing as I struggled with my jeans. [Not without a pre-existing adhesive.] [Can you…then…transform into me, and use my/your clothes to help?] [Transformations such as those would utilize what you refer to as clothes as my fur.] I blinked, shivering slightly in my boxers. [So…is it possible?] [As possible as removing your own skin.] […Nevermind.] I grimaced, lowering my makeshift clothing rope into the puddle. I felt no resistance as it entered the pool; no splash, or ripples against the clean, featureless black. After a moment I removed the rope, only to find that the clothes had lost all their color. I touched it, smearing the gray across my fingers. [Fascinating.] Mew murmured, staring at the colorless clothing, and then my now grayish hand. It was cold, almost like ice, and had the consistency a heavy gas, trailing down my hand. There was a hint of something in the way it moved; the lethargy of a memory forgotten, or the reflection of a darkened mirror. I stared at it fascinated in the way it crept up my arm, staining me in the grey. I could taste sorrow in the way it moved; a longing, and an incomprehensible distance as more crept of from the false pool. I could feel Mew grabbing me, screaming something as he attempted to wrench me away from the influence, but I didn’t remember a struggle. I merely remembered feeling at peace, returning to a home that wasn’t, and at last, finding the missing piece to myself that I never realized I lost. Lucidity. I gasped for air in a world of grey. I stood on a world only a few meters across, shaped like a wide swirl of solid, yet shifting matter. Mew’s pink coat shone like a beacon in tis colorless world, his eyes wide and tearful. [Josh! JOSH!] [Where are we?] [We don’t have long; mortals weren’t meant to survive here. Try to hold on, and don’t focus on any details. They aren’t…defined, here.] [Are we in a different world?] [The first world.] Mew shivered. [Our world is beautiful, a sun less than ninety-two million miles away, and a moon that allows the movement of the seas without explosive title waves. A planet that allows life to flourish yet struggle, and a place where water rains from the sky. [Such a place was difficult to craft. You can’t make a place like that on your first try, no. It took…iterations.] I walked, ignoring the discolored rocks, and the fact that the path materialized before us, as if we weren’t floating on a rock in a void of grayish haze. A black haze eclipsed the sky. Mew went ridged, shifting from pink to black, and held me close. The black mist floated lazily by, and after a moment, resumed its traditional black. Mew shifted back to pink. [The Creation is still imperfect. You won’t find Pokemon here; only one would choose to stay in a place such as this. This is his afterlife. His heaven and prison, where he chooses to rest and rebel against the better worlds. The Renegade.] I swallowed, reaching for my Pokeballs, only to once again realize my failing. I grimaced. Why even have a belt if I kept my Pokeballs in the side pouch? Wait, how was I clothed? I swallowed the question in favor of another. [How do we leave?] [There are places where this realm kisses our own. Leaks and disruptions, though I could probably blast a whole through a mirror, or a stationary pool of water.] The black returned, and Mew once again turned gray. It lingered, longer this time, eclipsing the sky in the blackish mist. A chill raced down my core, and I twinged, recalling my rather full bladder. I swallowed, my need increasing with my fear as the charcoal smoke hovered in the sky. The more I stared, the more I could almost make out its features. It was all grey, but there was gold in it as well, like stripes and necklaces adorning a once lost love. The red of wounds earned in battle, but also from within, jutting out from heartbreak and guilt. And black. The doom and death of black. [Josh!] Mew hissed, pulling me from my mind. The mist had left, and my world slowly faded back to some semblance of normality. [He is growing suspicious. The world does not normally form like this unless expected. Come on; we must hurry.] [What is it?] I whispered, still transfixed in with a feeling of loss I had never experienced. [Giratina.] ---Nova--- Something was following us. With one of my paws clutching my groin, I bounced silently against one of the cave walls. Sandy peered down the cave, squinting into the darkness. Sandy whispered. [But you saw it, right?] [Yes I saw it!] Sandy hissed. [Now come on; we need to keep moving in order to get out of here.] [But it could be right over there!] [Or it could be behind us!] Sandy huffed. 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. I’m still not sure what I saw. It looked like a human, but also like a ghost. Transparent, with claws for hands and holes where the eyes should be. And black. 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. [Oh my gosh,] I murmured, doubling over again and pressing a hand against myself. Sandy took a shaky breath, squirming slightly. [No kidding.] She snuck a hand beneath her jeans and gave herself a quick squeeze, then unbuttoned her pants, yet left them zipped. [You don’t have anything on you by chance?] I looked inside Josh’s bag helplessly. 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. [What are we even looking for?] Sandy snatched my bag, quickly riffling through until she found a slightly crumpled 6-ounce water bottle. [Perfect!] [S-Sandy! You’ll spill, and you’ll get us killed!] She already had her pants unzipped, wedging the bottle into herself. [Look, it’s this, or my pants, and I can, you know, aim. Kind of.] [You’re a girl!] I shrieked. [It’ll go everywhere and then we’ll both die!] She wedged the bottle in her pants, cringing as the plastic pushed into her bladder. [If it spills a little, it’ll just get on my pants and dry. Better?] [NO! Because if it spills a lot then we’ll die!] [I’m going to spill a lot regardless!] [Then…I don’t know!] I blushed, flustered at the entire situation. [Maybe we could…find one with a wider lid? 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. I could hear the bottle fill, and with it, the crotch of Sandy’s jeans slowly began to darken. [Sandy!] [Whoops!] Sandy gulped, repositioning the water bottle. [Oh my god, it’s nearly full already. Don’t you have anything bigger? Like a bucket?] [If I did we would’ve used it by now!] I whined, holding myself tighter. Seeing her pee in front of me made the need so much worse, as if I was practically standing next to a toilet myself. [Stop, before you spill!] [Trying…!] Sandy winced, though I could still hear the torrent of pee filling the water bottle to the brim. [Sandy!] She grimaced, and her thighs quivered, and the pee stream dripped to a stop. 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. [See? I told you I had it.] She blushed, and admixture of humiliation and confidence. [Did that help?] […Not really.] She winced. 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. Taken. I swallowed as a tremble shook my entire core. Inside the crevasse, no doubt. I leaked just a little bit, then raced inside. ---Wiggly--- I was at my limit. 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. I was completely dry, and I knew as soon as I let go just a little bit, I wouldn’t be able to stop. “Just go, babe.” Static pushed. “There’s no one here. Nothing’s going to get you; you’ll be fine.” “I can’t just go, Static! I’m not an outside Pokemon! I can’t just do something like that!” Static motioned me over to a fallen stalactite, and leaned against the formation. “Come here.” I shakily obeyed, not allowing my paw to leave my groin. It was stuck in a permanent clench around myself, corking my pee-hole as I made my way towards the stalactite. “Here, lean against it like this.” He offered. 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. “Now what?” I whined, holding myself with both paws. “Just pee.” “I can’t pee – haven’t you been paying attention!?” I snapped, stomping my foot. “I can’t go outside, I’m not wild! I have to have a toilet or something!” “Then just pretend you’re at a toilet! A…weird one, where you have to lean sideways to use it, or something.”’ “I can’t just pretend-” Another wave doubled me over, and I could feel my pee just on the edge of my urethra, ready to gush a torrent of liquid. “Here, just try. Close your eyes, and focus on my voice.” Static offered, placing his paws on my own, and gently removing them from my groin. “And stop holding yourself. There. You made it up that elevator, but you still really really have to go, right?” I murmured an agreement, still squirming. “Then, you’re dashing to Sandy’s room! She’s opened the door, and you’re in…” “Static! J-just rush to the end!” I begged. “You rush through the Livingroom to the kitchen, through her bedroom and to the bathroom…” “Static…!” “Rush in, close the door behind you, open the lid, and…!” I felt a stream release itself in apprehension, followed instantly by the pent up gush I had been holding for so long. 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. Actually, I didn’t hear my pee at all. 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. “Oh my god I’m peeing on myself. I can’t, a-ah, I can’t stop it!” Static watched as it continued pouring out of me, drenching my thighs and puddling on the cave floor. It lasted nearly a minute before it tapered off, and I sagged against the rock, exhausted. “I know this is crazy inappropriate,” Static gulped. “But I am super hard right now.” “Noted.” I growled, impervious to my boyfriend’s weird kink. [Who pollutes my sacred ground?] A voice boomed from beyond the hall. 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. The thing’s shadow crossed the wall, more than thirty feet wide and twenty feet tall, illuminated only by the strange glowing blue sigils against the walls. 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. “Bring it on, shrimp!” Static grinned, electrifying his fists and smashing them together in a sea of sparks. 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. Sorry! X3
  9. Heh! 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... X3 Also, expect an update sometime soon with Josh & friends! :3
  10. ---Violet--- “Poison Fang!” <Travis, I don’t-> “Then Gunk Shot!” I cursed as more tiny leaves clunked against my lavender, scaled exterior. <Damnit, Travis, this is just a show! I don’t know any moves unless I transform into something I can see!> <That’s it, Azalea! Keep it up!> Kevin cheered. 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. <Auuugh!> The Bulbsaur cried, rubbing her eyes in frustration before sending another volley of leaves. <What do you suggest, then?> Travis spat, holding a revive uselessly, as if to restore another Pokemon to my aid. <Transforming into that weakling Bulbasaur is suicide. What do you want us to do? Run?> I looked her up and down, assessing her. Seeing her faults, and her clunky movements. Sharper claws, perhaps, and less pudgy… <I can be a better her.> I nodded. <You’re insane!> I grinned a crooked, fanged smile at my trainer. Behind me, a panel of lights blew, setting the carpet aflame. <Give the word, master!> <Fine, do it!> Travis ordered. 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! Unlike Azalea’s attacks, this one struck true, sending the tiny Bulbasaur reeling into one of the side offices, shattering the glass outside. <Yes!> Travis yelled, fist held high. Outside, the sound of sirens grew. Travis’ head spun towards the window as Azalea climbed out of the shattered office, her vines limp, yet still writhing. “Wait! Does Azalea know Sludge Bomb?” The taller human asked, from a distance. “How should I know!? I’ve never fought outside a Daycare before!” I launched another attack at the sniveling Bulbasaur, but she pushed off the ground with her vines, barely dodging the attack. In midair, she send another wave of leaves which clattered off my sides. <Hit her!> Travis hissed, staring outside in panic. 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. “Freeze!” I whirled to the door, where a policewoman stood, lowering her foot after kicking in the door. Beside her, a confident Blissey strolled, arms crossed. “Hands in the air, everyone.” The policewoman barked. 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. “Attack!” Instantly, I shot another Sludge Bomb into the pink mass, but she didn’t even flinch. <I love it when the likes of you struggle.> The Blissey grinned, closed the distance between us and grabbing me by the root, and Seismic Tossed me against the table. <Transform into the Blissey!> Travis shouted. I obeyed, instantly taking the form of the egg shaped blob inches from my face. <Wrong move.> Blissey scoffed, smacking me across the face, leaving a deep purple, venomous scar. <Run!> Travis yelped, motioning to a window. 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. “Violet!” Travis commanded, shaking me out of my thoughts. “Transform into Skarmory. You’ll be immune to the poison.” I commanded, my down replacing itself with a mirrored exterior mid-flight, but I still felt just as ill. 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. “Gain altitude!” <I…I don’t have much in me…> “I trusted you, damn it!” I felt his hands against my back, steadying me. “Everything you have. We need to be above the skyline!” <You’ll die…> I whispered, flitting in and out of consciousness. 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’m sorry…> And I fell. --ooo-- Suddenly, I felt fantastic. 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. “The Revive!” He answered, before I even asked. “Couldn’t cure you, so I had to let you faint. We did it!” <We’re free?> Above the clouds, my mind calmed. 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. “We’re free.” I turned to see Travis smiling, his eyes closed. 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. “Let’s take that trip that you always wanted.” Travis nodded, his eyes at peace. <Where will we go?> “South.” He pointed to the left of the setting sun. I giggled. <I think that’s North.> <Fuck that! Other way, then.> He chuckled. I laughed in turn, titling my wings, and taking even further into the skies. I was scared. I didn’t know where we were going, what we would do, or what the future held for us. Things would be harder now, and I didn’t know how far I could go, or how far I would need to fly. But he was happy. And for that, I would fly across the world. ---Chase--- Slowly, I helped Mabel to her feet. 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. “I’ll, um, pay for your…medical…stuff.” Kevin stumbled. Mabel regained her composure, and narrowed her eyes. “You’re fired.” Kevin swallowed. “That’s fair.” “Like hell it is!” I shouted, startling the paramedics as they came through the door. “We defended your practice against-” “Your defense of my practice destroyed it! Can you afford this building’s insurance premiums?” I blinked. “Then you’re fired as well. If see either of you again, I’m calling her specifically!” Mabel pointed to the bewildered police officer as the paramedics carted her away. Oddly enough, I didn’t feel any different. 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. “Hey…thanks for sticking up for me.” “Thanks for saving my life.” Around us, the building burned. 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. At the time, it registered that she was there, but I couldn’t quite make out her words, or what importance she held. “My uncle’s a manager at a computer maintenance place.” Kevin muttered, watching his cubicle burn. “I know you’re more software, but hey, everyone needs a website, right?” “Think he’ll hire me?” Kevin shrugged. “He offered me a place once, but I was too…” Part of the ceiling collapsed by us, causing a billow of dust and smoke to cloud the air. “Dedicated?” I offered. “…All over the place, I think.” Kevin nodded. “I think I would’ve felt stifled there, you know? Without anyone else to bounce ideas off of. I never could’ve done all that coding myself, but with someone to like, guide me, you know?” I nodded, feeling an odd kinship with an emotion I had never quite understood. 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. Seeing Kevin here sparked something different in me; a realization that perhaps the absence of loneliness wasn’t a feeling felt by all. It would explain his weekly invitations out, talking to me after hours, and keeping track of all the comings and goings in my life. I always considered him a friend, certainly, but… A friend that didn’t need constant attention. A friend that I could not see for a year, and catch up with in a day. Perhaps that concept, that ability to let go, wasn’t a trait that others felt as much. 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. To me, I barely felt the time gone, but to others, perhaps… “MOVE YOUR ASSES!” I looked up to see the police woman screeching at us, and fire all around the building. The flame neared out feet, and the smoke clouded against the broken, fractured ceiling. “I’m…feeling Sinnoh. My treat?” I offered. “Sure!” Kevin nodded, a wide smile. And we left, just as the building collapsed. ---ooo--- Postponed. Raincheck. Next week. Tomorrow. 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. Morton, Kevin’s uncle, seemed fairly impressed with my skillset, and willingness to man the counter and other odds and ends while he left to repair networks, computers, and other electronics. On Friday, he called back, wanting a second interview. We discussed salary – less than I was making at Jervus’, but more room for growth, and better benefits – and I accepted. On Saturday night, after giving Volt a plethora of excuses and pushback, we finally settled on Sunday being our date night. I was still mildly unnerved with the idea, but in the end, I suppose growth doesn’t come from remaining comfortable. I was willing to try something new, with her. “I’m just sorry I pushed it back so far.” <I’m not mad.> Volt smiled cutely, with her paws in front of her chest. <You had to leave your job thing, and you were super stressed. I mean, I would rather have you when you’re, like, just you, rather than when you’re thinking about a bunch of stuff at once.> I smiled. “Enjoying the stir-fry?” <Yes~.> Sunday night. After a day of walks in the park and an afternoon at the arcade, we were finally sitting down to the end of the season finale of a show we hadn’t paid attention to since its inception. Merely a distraction; background noise as enjoyed chicken stir-fry with too much soy sauce, and each other. I knew I loved her, but whether it was platonic or the blossom of romance I wasn’t sure. 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. <Mmmm.> Volt purred as I stroked her around her ears. <Do you think Melvin’ll like you?> “Melvin? You mean Morton, Kevin’s Uncle?” Volt nodded. “I think so. We’ll find out tomorrow, but I have a good feeling.” Volt purred quietly for a moment, then sagged lightly against my chest. <You can go harder, if you want.> It was something she had said a thousand times before, but perhaps I never caught its meaning. I wasn’t naive – I knew that, for a while, she had had feelings for me – but it was the difference between a harder massage, and a rough one. For once, I acknowledged she didn’t mean merely more pressure, and I hesitated. “S-Sure; I just don’t want to hurt you.” Volt gave me a smoldering glance. <I’m not fragile.> I obeyed, running my nails against her fur. 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. <Please, more…> She groaned, tugging against my shirt. I continued back up, careful to avoid her neck. I traced my way up and down twice more, stopping just before each time. Volt’s eyes opened. 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. <You can t-touch my mark, if you want.> She panted. 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. I don’t think it was malice they felt – they were young, I think, and it was more of a game to them – but the fear that she still felt lingered even now. 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. “Doesn’t that hurt?” She hissed in affirmation, pressing herself closer to my hand, increasing the pressure. 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. <D-do you remember the night you fell asleep on the couch?> “Yes?” <You held me like this, in your sleep.> She squirmed, a faint flush covering her muzzle. <I loved it. I never wanted it to end.> I held her firmly as she moaned with affirmation as I stroked her burn, brushing against her raw flesh with the tips of my fingers. 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. <H-humans don’t have tails.> She turned and looked at her own, her breath slowing. <I just, I wish mine were smaller.> <I don’t.> I smirked, giving her a light tug. She blushed, giving me a daring grin, before looking back down. <But don’t you want me to be human?> I watched her body tense as I rubbed the base, just as it connected to her back. I increased my pressure, rubbing against it, and watched her arch her back and squeal. <I want you to be you.> I whispered. 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. <No! Nonono!> I recoiled as she grit her teeth, nearly hyperventilating. 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. “Did…did you just…finish?” Volt’s eyes glistened, then large tears dribbled down her cheeks. <I, I didn’t mean…!> I hugged her. I didn’t know what else to do; I was ridiculously inexperienced, and didn’t know if I even had the skill to make someone orgasm, let alone with sheer touch. “It’s okay-” <It wasn’t supposed to, I just couldn’t hold it back...> Volt sniffed, her face a guilty red. “Hey, hey.” I cooed. “It’s alright. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Lighter this time, I continued stroking the base of her ears. She shivered hesitantly, but allowed it. <I…um…> Volt wiped her tears, her face still a deep scarlet. <I also m-might’ve peed a little when I came.> Aaand that was what that wet spot was. I held in my inner grimace, and held her, with a stationary hand on her back. “That’s okay. Most of it got on my jeans anyway. We’ll just grab some paper towels-” All at once, a memory struck me of cleaning the couch after Volt’s incident the other night, wiping away the urine with my equally beet-red companion as I swore not to recite the tale. Wasn’t that the same night I inadvertently touched her mark in my sleep? The night she ‘never wanted to end’? 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. However, if she leaked when she came… “When I fell asleep on the couch,” I sat up, a questioning smirk against my face. “Did you…?” I didn’t think it was possible, but Volt’s face turned an even deeper shade of crimson. “You’re a little perv!” I laughed, turning around and pinning her to the couch. <I didn’t mean to!> She struggled, a grin beginning to form from her mortified blush. <It just happened! You, on me, touching me on my m-mark, I just…> Her eyes widened, and her breathing slowed. <It was everything I wanted-> It was my turn to kiss her. 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. ---ooo--- I won’t bore you with our other first attempts in love; we were inexperienced, and there was more laughter and error than art in our ways. But, as we continued, we learned each other’s bodies, and what we liked, and what we loved. Volt adored being restrained, and I thoroughly enjoyed teasing her, keeping her on her very thin line between desperation and ecstasy. I can’t pin the moment I knew I loved her romantically; it was a blurred line between our first date, and the eternity afterwards of silly moments and memorable adventures. 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. And I couldn’t wait for our adventures to come.
  11. Travis used Cut. It's super effective! And before you tell me normal attacks can't be super effective, I'll remind you that they totally can if your ability is Refrigerate, and your heart is full of ice~! ;3 Juggling quite a few things at the moment, (New jobs and moving!) and thus, the story will be delayed a week or two. Not to worry though; the conclusion of Chase & Friends will be back shortly, and then soon, more Josh, Static, and all your pals. Thanks for your patience! <3
  12. ---Chase--- Whether it’s the old-fashioned ring of my grandfather’s handmade clock, to the modern, digital chimes of my cellphone, I’ve always loathed the heralding chimes of the morning. This one in particular. “What the FUCK, Chase!?” My eyes blurred open, and I noticed my sister standing across the room. 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. “Get up, you sack of shit!” Abby raged. “What did you do?” I scooted away from my obviously hostile sibling, careful to extract myself from the equally startled Kevin, and shield my manhood from view, which was just as excitable as I was confused and startled. “Why are there so many people in my room?” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes. “Is this the reason I had to take care of Volt this weekend?” Abby roared. “So you could sleep with Kevin?” Kevin shrunk back, still in a mild sleep induced haze. “Who’s sleeping with me?” “How could you not tell me about this!? I’m your sister. I told you about my lesbian thoughts; how could you not tell me about something this important!? What are we going to tell Mom?” Hanging by the door, Volt sniffled quietly, large tears forming on the side of her eyes. Kevin was bewildered, Abby was irate, and Volt was heartbroken. This was a mess. I rubbed my face, clearing my head. “Abby, you’re reading this wrong-” “And moreso, how could you do this knowing how Volt feels about you!? Sleeping around in the same house as a Pikachu you know has feelings towards you?” [Abby!] Volt chirped a betrayed, heartbroken squeal. “Kevin!” I shouted. “Go code – we have more work to do, and this isn’t your conflict. Abby: You’re wrong, I’m not gay, and I’ll explain later.” “But-” “You’re wrong. It’s too early to explain this; I’ll grab coffee with you after the nightmare of this weekend is settled.” And I dismissed her with a wave of my hand. Kevin scuttled out, but Abby wasn’t as easily persuaded. 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. “Let me take care of this. You can stay with Kevin if you want and get the details from him, but right now, this is more important, okay?” Abby bit her lip. “You better not hurt her.” I gave Abby a glare, and at last, she relented and joined Kevin in the kitchen. 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. I felt somewhat awkward, likely disheveled from sleep and mostly nude, but if Volt didn’t seem to notice. She snuggled by my side, her eyes distant and untrusting. [Did…you sleep with Kevin?] She asked quietly, still curled by my side. “Yes.” I nodded. “Kevin needed a place to sleep, and I didn’t want him using your bed without your permission. Plus, he’s taller, and his feet would probably dangle off the edge.” [But, I mean, did you guys-] “No.” Volt nodded, some of the light returning to her eyes. She wiped her eyes with a paw, and stood up on my bed. [Sorry if I, um, overreacted-] “Pfff. You weren’t the one that overreacted.” Volt chuckled lightly, scooting closer. I leaned back in thought. “I think…life has been a bit rough to him, and he’s in a bit over his head, but in the end, yeah, I like him. He’s a good friend, and a fun person.” [But, like, romantically-] “No.” Volt nodded again, leaning her head against my thigh. “I’m not.” I smiled. [Okay.] For a moment, nothing happened. I leaned against my bed’s headboard, content for a few moments of bliss. Between the blur of work from this week’s coding marathon to Abby’s craziness, nothing was a welcome feeling. [I, um, I didn’t know what Abby meant, by the way.] Volt stammered, ringing her paws. [When she, um, mentioned the thing about me having feelings…] I brushed my hands between her ears, attempting to calm her somewhat. “If you did, I wouldn’t be mad.” [What would you be?] She perked up, staring me in the eyes. [W-what would you do?] “I would just want to talk to you about it, before anything.” Another moment passed, and I rubbed her head calmly. She murmured quietly. “I love you too, Volt.” I nodded. “Do you love me in a romantic way?” A blush crossed her face, and she nodded slowly. [C-could you ever love a Pokemon like that? In a romantic way?] “Honestly, I’m not sure. I’m not sure if I’ve ever loved anyone in a romantic way before. Even with humans, I just…don’t feel attached that way, I guess.” I turned towards her. “Hmm?” Volt nodded sharply, her face a light crimson. I smiled despite myself. [I mean, we can still be friends, but not, like, just friends for that evening. Like, romantically together. Potentially.] Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or maybe it was some desire that had been hiding in my inner thoughts for far too long, but honestly, I wasn’t stressed. Something about this seemed natural, and I felt that if this didn’t take, it wouldn’t be the end of our relationship. At worst, it’s something silly we can joke about for years to come. And at best… I could think of worse things to wake up to then those beautiful, sparkling seafoam eyes. “Sure thing.” And, just as quick, Volt’s eyes grew wide. [Wait! I d-don’t know how to cook, though! And I don’t have any money, so, I don’t know what to do. Maybe this isn’t a good idea, maybe I’m not good enough-] I silenced her with a hug. “How about a walk in the park, a movie with popcorn, and snuggles?” Volt blushed happily. “Awesome. Let’s do that on Thursday, so I have time to finish work stuff, and so I can focus on us, okay?” [Okay!] Volt chirped, scurrying down the hall. [Hey Abby! Guess what? Chase and I are going on a date! We’re going to be snuggling with movies, except it’s going to be sexier, and maybe we’ll kiss at the end! Wait. Can you teach me how to kiss?] ---ooo--- Tuesday. 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. “D-did you fix it?” “You’re hilarious.” I shot Kevin an annoyed glace as I loaded up our hosting platform, and began swapping the old files for the new. “How long will it take?” I swapped the files, and checked the uploading rate. “…Twenty minutes.” A bell rang at the entrance, signaling someone else was in the building. I peeked up from my cubicle, and cursed. “Mable’s here!” “Shit! Wait, which Mable?” “Boss-Mable!” And right behind her, a slimy looking Travis walked in tow, sporting an ill-fitting suit with a red bow tie. His Ekens followed, swaying back and forth as it squeezed though the entrance. “Stall them!” I hissed. “How!?” “I don’t know! Give them a sob story about your sneezing Bulbasaur needing an eye replacement therapy or something!” “…That’s not funny, that’s a serious thing.” “Go!” “Kevin stumbled forward, dashing slightly too quickly towards Mabel. Mable was in her fifties, with gray and white hair in a strong, tightly-knit bun. In truth, she didn’t know anything about web development, but Travis certainly could. Kevin blocked their path, sporting an enormous grin. “Hey, did you see the surprise outside?” “The…the what?” Mable furrowed her brow, turning to look outside. “Oh! Chase, she missed it. Here, come outside and let’s see if you can find it.” Mabel shrugged, letting Kevin lead her right back out the building. Travis followed, significantly more suspicious. And I replaced files on the network faster than anyone had ever before, and since. ---ooo--- “All these files have been replaced, as of…today, actually. Three minutes ago.” “Oh, that’s due to the backup.” I swallowed, trying not to let the beads of sweat dribble down my forehead. “It loads every three days, and makes sure everything is updated in case of an outage. I can show you how it works, if you’d like.” Please say no, please say no… “I’m sure it’s fine, thank you for diligence.” Mable nodded, turning towards her office. Travis stared blankly at the screen, his nose almost grazing the bluish light, pouring over the details. “I don’t…I don’t understand. Your infrastructure was terrible. Your naming convention was abysmal. Your website was piecemealed together by…hope alone, how the hell…” [Eat shit and die, you lunatic!] Kevin thought, grinning ear to ear behind my nemesis. “Sorry to disappoint.” I gulped, shooting a mental jab at Kevin that we were far from safe. “Maybe Mable showed you the old website by mistake? We updated this quite some time ago, but she may have had the wrong file?” Kevin shook his head. “…I guess.” “Need anything before you leave?” Kevin asked, gesturing to the door. Travis shrugged, eyeing a camera by my cubicle before throwing on his coat. “’Suppose not. Your boss has my card; she’ll have an invoice shortly. See you around, faggot.” As far as everything was considered, I wasn’t even upset. I had my website done, my job was safe, Volt was happy, my sister wasn’t pissed at me, and my life was pretty good. Despite everything though, I still felt a pit of guilt in my chest from Travis. I still owed him an apology. It was far overdue, but it was the right thing. “…Travis.” I held the door open for him, and he shot me a suspicious glance. “I just wanted to say, I’m sorry for what I did. We were all little messes in highschool, but it was my choice not to take the highroad. And for that, I’m…honestly sorry.” I felt a small weight lift off my chest. Travis, however, looked mystified. He furrowed his massive eyebrows. “The hell are you talking about?” “The book. Your Spanish book.” Travis’ confused expression turned dark. “…What do you mean?” “I just wanted to say I was sorry for, you know, wrecking it. Drenching it, tearing out all the pages and stuff. I thought you would get in trouble, but I guess I didn’t know how much-” “I got expelled!” Travis shoved me back into the building, his fists balled. “The one thing I didn’t do was the thing that ruined my life! No one believed me! They thought I tore up my book itself, to freaking teach the school a lesson! They thought the book was covered in piss!” I swallowed. “Well, I mean, they weren’t wrong…” Travis grabbed his switchblade, and leveled it at my throat. “You ruined. My. Life.” I took a step back. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Mable on the phone, hopefully with the authorities. Kevin swiped a pokeball off his belt. “Hey man. You’re out of line.” “You serious?” Travis motioned to his Ekans, who gladly stood before him, barring his teeth at Kevin. “I’ll kill your stupid Pokemon, and afterwards, I’ll have Ekans eat the both of you.” I swallowed. [You a better battler than you are a programmer?] [You kidding? My only Pokemon is a near-blind asthmatic.] [Great.] I nodded. [Now, we’re both going to die.]
  13. Noobs :3. Expect story tomorrow NIGHT~. See you guys then!
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