Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Luck ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

Luck

 

Chapter Five

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We were waiting in the Pokecenter, or whatever it was that the girl called it. She was pacing back and forth, every few seconds looking up at the clock and at the light over the door.

 

Hours passed. The girl was still pacing, Satsuma had fallen asleep in her chair, curled up in a ball, and I had contented myself with feigning sleep. I stayed awake in case I was needed, but pretended to be asleep so that any attackers would think I wouldn't be a problem.

 

The light over the door finally went out, and the girl stopped dead in her tracks. I looked up, catching the scent of the nurse and the bug. The door slid open, revealing the woman with the weird scent and pink hair carrying one of those pokeballs.

 

“Is she…,” the girl started hopefully.

 

“Your Buttitsfree will be just fine. You will need to take better care of her, though. Buzzbreasts are particularly dangerous this time of year,” Pink Hair said with a reassuring smile. The girl thanked her profusely, more than enough in my opinion. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Satsuma's ears twitch. She stood up and stretched then prowled over to me.

 

“Master, I need to be Tamed soon,” she said. Tamed. That sounded like it was something someone told me before, and Satsuma acted like that was important, but what the hell was it? No one had bothered to explain it to me, as if it was something I already knew, or if it was the most obvious thing in this world.

 

“Master?”

 

Oh, right. Satsuma's still talking to me. She continued to stare at me for a moment before fidgeting, rocking back and forth slightly while she stood. She seemed to grow tired of my lack of response and grabbed my arm, forcibly dragging me to one of the nearby rooms.

 

She closed door the second we were both inside, spun around, and pressed her lips to mine in a kiss.

 

I'll admit that I have very limited experience with mating procedures, of this world or any others. However, I do know that kissing with this force indicated a very strong urge to mate. She wrapped her arms around my neck while licking my lips and pushing in her tongue. I was startled, but she seemed to know what she was doing. But I'm not one to be submissive in anything, especially anything that involved physicality.

 

In other words, I don't lose.

 

My hands, which had been hanging limply at my sides, reached forward. My left rested on the small of her back and pulled her closer, while my right applied pressure to her left side. Her hand snaked down between us and fumbled with my belt while I reached behind her and fondled her ass through her tight shorts. She moaned into my mouth, and a musky scent filled the air.

 

I could feel her hands—a padded palm with soft, smooth skin—when they brushed my skin. While her hand on my belt succeeded in unfastening it, her other hand was pulling my jacket off.

 

I broke our battle of the tongues, first only because I needed to breathe. Secondly because I was as intent on removing her clothes as she was mine. I slid my hands under her shirt, quickly pulling it up and over her head to be greeted by her generous breasts. She blocked my view momentarily by pulling my shirt over my head.

 

I pushed her onto the bed in the room and leaped on by her. Running one hand along her thigh and the other massaging her breast, feeling the short and soft fur, I could see a distinct wet spot in her denim shorts and smell her arousal.

 

She looked at me with lust-filled, cat-like eyes. Her hands unfastened my pants and pulled them roughly down as far as she could. I threw them off the rest of the way and continued to maul her breasts. She moaned and put her hands on my head, pushing it into her bosom. I got her message and took one of her nipples in my muzzle, sucking forcefully. She let out a gasp when I gave her a sharp bite and pulled me closer. I stimulated her other mammary with one hand and used the other to rip her shorts to shreds.

 

“Master, please…. Tame me,” she groaned, shuddering as I switched to her other teat. One of her hands snaked down and wrapped around my cock, gently stroking it. She guided me into her womanhood, wrapping her legs around my waist and her tail around one of my legs. I pushed in, gently parting her lower lips and eliciting a gasp from Satsuma. I looked at her face and saw her biting her lip, eyes shut tight.

 

“M…Master…” she said as I slid in. Soon I was in completely, with Satsuma scratching my bare back and pulling on my hair. I built up a steady, powerful rhythm while massaging one breast, petting her back, and nibbling on the juncture between her neck and shoulder. She kept moaning, gasping every now and then when I hit a sensitive spot.

 

“Master…go faster…” she groaned between strokes. I obliged, increasing the speed and force of my rhythm, and was rewarded with an increase in pitch of her howls. I could feel the hot wetness of her womanhood and the soft fur on her back. I released my grip on her neck and crashed my mouth against hers, causing a sharp inhalation of surprise. She broke the rough kiss and ordered me to move faster. I was nearing my limit as I felt a pressure rising inside me.

 

She started panting, and I could feel her pulse as I nipped her neck again, this time drawing blood. Satsuma tugged on my hair again when I increased my speed drastically, and let out a small scream when I reached down and tweaked her clitoris.

 

The pressure I felt earlier grew exponentially. I knew I was getting close to my end. Pounding away at a frantic pace, the scent of our mating filling my nose, I finally reached my limit and injected my seed.

 

“MASTERRRRRR!!!” Satsuma screamed while her body stiffened, riding out her own climax. For a moment, I felt something brushing against my mind, like a feeling that I was being connected to something else. I collapsed beside her, our arms wrapped around each other while we recovered our strength. She quietly purred and hugged me tightly.

 

“Cheetit?” she whispered. I recognized the word as the name of her race, but didn't see why she would bring that up right after mating.

 

“Tit. Cheetit,” she said, speaking only in syllables of her race's name. I figured that she was trying to talk, but could only say her race's name. Probably another of the quirks of pokegirls—something they seem to be full of.

 

“Cheetit tit.” I couldn't tell what the furred girl was saying directly, but I did get a feeling of what she meant.

 

Basically, “You up for more?”

 

Hell yes.

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Two weeks later

 

For the first few days after that first time, Satsuma wasn't able to speak in the normal human language, though she had no trouble understanding it. Since then, I've felt…connected…to her in a way that reminded me of the bond Mana and I shared.

 

Of course, Satsuma has been pulling me to the side every night for “Quality time.”

 

I was sitting at our latest resting point, a campsite that had another tent there. The girl and Satsuma were putting up their tent while the bug was outside with me. Humans confuse me. They say that they want to see the “Great Outdoors,” but take with them all sorts of unnecessary things. All you really need is to have a food supply and means of making fire.

 

The last part was my job. While the girl and Satsuma set up their tent, I dug a shallow pit in the earth, set the firewood in the center, and started the flame.

 

I still remember the first time that they watched me. I had piled the wood; some of it was dry, but some of it was rotting, which experience said burns for a longer period. All I needed was to start it.

 

I made a small nest of fine kindling: little twigs, bits of leaves, and a small amount of shredded bark. I drew one knife and pulled out a firestone, which the girl said was flint. Scraping the firestone across the steel blade made sparks, which landed on the kindling, which began to smoke. Gently blowing on the sparks, a tiny flame flickered to life, which grew into a roaring fire. The whole time the girl and bug were watching my every move, in awe at how I could do that so easily.

 

“He very good,” I heard Satsuma's voice from inside the tent. “Recover fast. Can go for long time.”

 

“Sounds like he is good,” agreed the girl.

 

“What Stefanie thinking?” Satsuma asked.

 

“Nothing, really. I just wonder if he has any blood gifts. It sounds like he might have the Blood Gifts of Endurance and Recovery. It would explain how he's able to walk for so long without having to stop, and why he can be ready to fight even when he's been knocked down repeatedly.”

 

What's a blood gift? I'll have to ask her about it later.

 

“Maybe just strong training?”

 

There we go. Well, closer than the girl was, anyway.

 

“Maybe. But don't you think that he could have the gifts?”

 

“No know. Professor say those two not common. One in sixteen have.”

 

“That is true, but the odds are better than if they were rare or very rare or something like that.”

 

“Besides, he more animal than human anyway.”

 

There, now she's got it. Someone finally figured out that I'm not a human without me having to tell them. Their argument continued, but I focused on a distinct scratching sound that I heard. It was underground, a few feet to my right. Odds are it was one of those pokegirls—just one who digs. I was proven correct as a figure burst from the soil, spreading dirt over the bug and myself.

 

She was somewhat like a rat, but with no fur. Her skin was a light brown, though the bottom half of her face, the front of her neck, her chest, and stomach were all white. She had a short stub of a tail and was regarding me with wild eyes.

 

“Is Sexshrew,” the bug said, fluttering back to the tent. I was tempted to cause pain to the little flying thing. Her sudden movement had caused the Sexshrew or whatever it was to attack, and I was her only target. Her claws raked my arm, tearing yet another hole in the fabric.

 

Deciding that I needed to end this quickly, I grabbed the pokegirl's wrists with one hand and her neck with the other. Just as I was about to throw her back into her hole, a voice shouted, “Pokeball go!”

 

One of those red-and-white spheres hit the Sexshrew, who turned into a red light, and was sucked in. I stared at the thing as it rocked back and forth, a small red light glowing. The rocking stopped and the red light went out, at which the thrower of the ball cheered.

 

“Yeah! I caught a Sexshrew!” the girl shouted, pumping a fist into the air in victory.

 

“But who did the work?” I asked, pointing out that all she did was throw a ball.

 

“But she's still mine,” the girl retorted, picking up the pokeball. She pushed the button on the front and it shrank. Placing it in a pouch on her belt, she continued, “She was caught in my pokeball, so she's mine.”

 

“Listen, I don't give a shit who catches what. I just want you to know that…until you've actually lost someone you care about, you'll never have a victory,” I said, turning around and stalking off to where I was tending the fire. She didn't get the hint that the conversation was over, apparently.

 

“Hey, Kokennin,” she said. “How about this? I'll give you the Sexshrew if you tell me about your life before you came here. Okay?”

 

I considered it for a second. “You stop talking to me, keep the pokegirl and I might tell you if I decide you need to know.”

 

“Okay, then,” she said. She got the hint this time. She walked into her tent, where Satsuma and the bug were ready to sleep. Again, this happened every night. They slept in their tent, while I kept watch outside, finally going into a light sleep after I was sure the area was secure.