Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Naughty Kitty Theaters ❯ Ep. 2. En-tramp-ment ( Chapter 3 )

Episode 2: `En-tramp-ment.' [re-edited]

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Nor shall I ever will along with any other things here. Too much responsibilities. And this fic is not intended to attempt to make some cash.

Warning: you must be 18 & older to view the contents within. (adult materials)

 

Sorry that it took me this long to put up another episode. I do a have a job as a locksmith. It's not so easy & the hours are murder. But I finally managed to get this on now. I will take requests, but you will have to E-mail me them. I want my reviews to be reviews. Please take this into consideration. Thank you all for reading the first chapter. And to the reviewers (BZLF, CrazyIvan, Eagle, Gilgrissom & Caeser_Pallace7) I am in your debt.

 

 

MAJOR NOTE: Mewtwo's speeches will look like “~This here.~” That way; you can tell who's talking. And this is a total rewrite from the first fiasco I made on this. Sorry!

 

“(this.)” = somebody is thinking.

 

 

And now…………They'll huff & puff, but won't blow your load `til the second date. Here's your fellow whores in training: Mewtwo & Clair.

 

Clair: Thank you & welcome to Naughty Kitty Theater. I'm your co-host: Clair. And Please: ignore that comment. If anyone here is a whore: it's Mewtwo. He's always fucking some broads & dudes left & right. There's at least 20 lemon fics out there. I mean: c'mon people!

 

Mewtwo: ~You'd think that people would have complained about me getting ass (the male X male fics require that I get loaded & won't remember the damn thing) while you got only two scenes…. Back to our scripts….. Thanks to our readers & reviewers to let this show be acknowledged, blah blah-blah bullshit. Not for it's unusual pairing. Nor for the fact that those pairs will be getting' it on…………..forgot what I just said a second ago.~

 

Clair: I would like to make a confession. I…I can't lap dance. Even if my depended on it. ;_;

 

Mewtwo:~ Yeah. That's because your choice of music are not what I call, `groovin to the beat'.~

 

Clair: Oh? What are you trying to hint at?

 

Mewtwo: ~Tech pop? C'mon!~

 

Clair: O-kay then…You tell me one good song to dance at.

 

Mewtwo: ~'Foxy Foxy' by Rob Zombie.~

 

Clair: Hmmm …………….Good call there. Back to our cue cards…we'd hope that you had enjoyed our first show.

 

Mewtwo: ~Whatever….what's on the agenda…..here it is. At NKT, requests are heard and are responded, but there is one important factor that must be known. You can't post it up here as a review. Email the author, it shall be confirmed & acknowledged here on the next episode. And there are no restrictions as to how you want to respond to our programming.

 

Clair: And we must remind you that this is a lemon fan fiction. So if you're under 18, then leave now. Other wise, enjoy.

 

Mewtwo:~ Note that this episode is basically a `bestiality hentai' story. Meaning that a lucky lady will have a good time at the zoo... Not our fault if we fucked up your minds. ~

 

Clair: Stop with your loathing. Remember: Don't hate - Appreciate! ^_^

 

Mewtwo: ~ And now it's time for our next episode dubbed “En-Tramp-ment,” with Katie [Kaede] & Ash's Grovyle: a AU fic. ~ ……[Fic Starts]

 

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Katie stood at the edge of the empty road off of Route 1, and gazed off into the distance. The unforgiving sun baked the landscape and brought out beads of perspiration on her arms and forehead. She had no idea why she continued waiting by the road each afternoon, Ash wasn't coming home. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. The slender, young green haired woman turned to see Grovyle, standing in her shadow. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, and brushed back her long, green hair.

"Come on Gro," she said to the pokemon, "it's too hot today, let's go in the house."

 

(quick flashback)

Katie had given Ash a Treecko for his twenty-second birthday about a year earlier; she noticed how much he had always admired pokemon that belonged to his friends. Whenever he saw people walking them on the street, he would remark, "Someday...I'm gonna get me my own pokemon... one of those someday." She smiled briefly as she remembered the expression of utter delight on Ash's face when she had plopped the small green Treecko into his lap.

 

 

 

Now, it was Ash's twenty-third birthday, and his friend Brock had stopped over with a couple of six-packs to help him celebrate. He offered beers to Ash and Katie, and spotted the Grovyle lying on the soft grassy lawn.

"Hey, you guys got a pokemon! What kind is it?"

"It's a Grovyle. `Kat' gave him to me when it was just a `lil Treecko. Just evolved some weeks ago. I'm gonna train him to kick your ass if you come here when I'm not around!" Ash joked.

"Aww, I wouldn't do that `Ashy knees', Katie's all yours, and she don't even like me! That reminds me, when you guys gonna get married anyway?"

Katie threw a piece of ice at her guest as she sat next to her dearie & cuddled him. "Next year... maybe June, we're thinking. Don't want to rush into something that is important as love."

"Cool. Then someday soon, you could name a kid after me, maybe."

Ash grinned. "Yeah, then we'll have a future skirt chaser in our hands." Brock mocked a wounded stomach pain, going along with the light humor. "Oww, that hurts…Bet that your Grovyle over here is gonna be a tough guy like me, and not one of those wimpy li'l Caterpies!"

"Ohh, he won't be too tough," Katie chimed in, "And he ain't gonna bite nobody. We're gonna raise him gentle." Brock nodded. "Yeah, I know. Like the Onix my brother Forrest has. He's just a big baby... the kids ride him like a horse."

 

 

Grovyle grew very quickly over the next several months, but he didn't outgrow his friendly, outgoing temperament. The neighborhood kids all knew him, and they would stop to pet him as they walked home from school. The community at Pallet Town was a family friendly & safe town.

 

 

One evening after dinner, Ash was sitting on the floor with Grovyle, watching some recorded pokemon battles from some time ago on the living room TV. Katie was reading some of her books, not one who likes to watch the TV at all time as her lover does, but she can't complain.

"Grovyle's getting to be a big boy, eh?" he observed. "Yeah, Nurse Joy said he was 49 pounds when he was there last time," Katie added.

"No, I mean a macho guy. You know..." Ash pointed to the wood gecko's substantial undercarriage. "Maybe he's gonna make you jealous someday, Ash. And he's fuckish, just like you!"

"I know, he's pretty horny. He tried humpin' my leg the other day."

She closed her book and spoke of the words that make men tremble. "We should have him fixed." Ash scowled at those last words. "No way! That turns him into a pussy. Besides, he'll learn some manners when he gets older."

"You didn't learn any manners, Ash."

"So you're gonna have me fixed too?" An evil grin came to Katie's face. A mental image of him strapped onto a cold steel table, awaiting a fate far worse than death. "Only if I catch you with another woman! Snip-snip!" He clasped his hands over his crotch in mock horror. "Don't hurt him: he's harmless!"

(end flashback)

 

 

 

Katie's mind wandered again….this time: when her life took a turn for the worse…

 

 

[.. Some months later, Ash had called her from work. He was meeting some friends at a bar for a couple of beers, then he would be home. He was late. Maybe a couple of beers turned into a couple too many. Around midnight, a knock came at the front door. Katie got out of bed and opened the door slightly. A deputy sheriff stood outside with his hat in his hands.

"Miss Thompson? I'm afraid I have some very bad news. Your husband has been in a terrible car accident..."

Katie struggled to keep calm. "Is he... all right?" The deputy bowed his head slightly and fumbled with the brim of his hat. "No... I'm sorry..."..]

 

The whole awful scene replayed itself in her mind almost nightly, as if it were a movie that she just couldn't walk away from. The call from him. Waiting for him to come home. The deputy at the door. Identifying the body. The funeral. Even after more than a year, the nightmare was still as vivid as if it had happened yesterday. The doctor had given her some pills...to help her with the anxiety, the deep depression. They did nothing for the emptiness she felt, but they at least let her sleep. She put one of the blue-gray tablets under her tongue and lay down, trying to think of happier times.

As the drug took effect, she laid on her chair, drifting into a fitful state somewhere halfway between asleep and awake. She tried remembering how wonderful it felt when she and her lost lover made love. He was always so gentle yet so satisfying... He would first kiss her softly on the lips, then as they both became more aroused, they would share more and more of the mouth, the tongue. He would gently fondle her subtle, firm breasts, and slowly walk his fingers down her chest, her stomach, across her navel, then...

She could feel herself becoming moist, and cupped her hand over her mound and began massaging her clit, as closely as she could to the way Ash had done for her. As her fingers pressed and circled, she drifted further into a dream. The lover of her memories continued his gentle ministrations as her tongue explored the inner recesses of his mouth, as he did hers. She caressed his growing member and guided it into her, their coupling eased by the combined juices of their arousal. He began with slow, gentle strokes, which gradually increased in both speed and intensity as she tried matching them with her own movements. Faster and faster, as her insides squeezed and pulled at him, and Katie felt a burning shudder building deep within her. The lovers simultaneously exploded into a beautifully intense, gloriously wet and heart-pounding release, though fleeting it seemed to possess more energy than both bodies combined could produce. A mind-numbing, tingling-all-over sort of feeling. She'd had a few other men, but Ash was the only one who had ever made her feel this way.

This dream somehow seemed more real than usual, the feelings of fullness, the caresses, the movements, the wetness... In fact, she began to think in the back of her mind that she had never felt quite so filled before, even when he was here and made love to her. She opened her eyes a little, as she had done many times before and had seen Ash's familiar, smiling face with an expression of utter ecstasy. The grinning face she saw before her now had that very same expression, and while it was a very familiar face, it was NOT Ash!

"GROVYLE!," she screamed. "What are you doing? You are a very bad pokemon!"

She tried pushing Grovyle off of her, but the more she struggled with him, the more tightly he became lodged in her. He was in the midst of getting himself off. She had seen some pokemon mating a few times, and she was aware that they frequently go at it for a considerable amount of time. She had also seen the enormous bulge that Grovyle got sometimes when he sees an attractive pokemon. She decided that the best thing to do was not to panic, but just wait it out and not risk injuring herself or the wood gecko. Both remained tied for over a half hour, and though she told herself that she must not enjoy this, Katie found herself orgasming again and again.

 

They eventually separated, and Grovyle padded off to clean himself. She lay there in the chair, battling conflicting feelings. Everything she had been taught, told her that what had happened just a moment ago was wrong, a mortal sin. But it felt so wonderful! No, she had done nothing wrong, and he was just an animal, driven by instinct and hormones. It was just an accident, a mistake, he doesn't know any better. She had read in the Bible about 'laying with beasts.' By rights, she and her pokemon should both be killed...But the beast had taken it upon himself to do this! Katie considered talking to somebody about it, but decided she would be too embarrassed and ashamed to admit to such an act.

"I guess I'm going to go to Hell, then," she thought.

No, she wouldn't tell anyone; she would simply keep it a secret. After all, Grovyle had probably just taken the opportunity to mount her when she was both aroused by an erotic dream and under the influence of the tranquilizer & he was...he wouldn't try it again, would he? He was a good pokemon most of the time, a very good pokemon...

 

Morning came rather quickly, and Katie got up and took a shower, then fed Grovyle his poke chow and let him outside to stretch for a bit.

 

As he roamed about out in the back yard lawn, she caught herself looking at...no, admiring...his under-parts. She winced and shook her head a little in an effort to put the nasty thought out of her mind.

"I am crazy," she thought to herself. "No, I'm just fuckish, horny. It has been too long since I have had a man."

She simply dismissed the incident as leftover feelings from what had happened the night before. She let Grovyle into the house and left for work. Katie worked in a small but very busy office with one other woman. Sabrina also happened to be one of her best friends. With customers, the phones, and paper work, Katie didn't really have time to think about much else, least of all feeling sorry for herself. But during a short break, she found herself thinking once again about what had happened between her and Grovyle the previous night. The whole incident seemed unreal, almost like a strange dream. She had very mixed emotions about it; the thought of copulating with another species was disgusting and perverted, yet the physical sensations associated with the act were undeniably some of the best and most exciting she had ever experienced. The thought of it brought a smile to her face, though she hoped no one would notice.

"Hey `Kat', you seem very happy today," her friend observed. "Happier than I've seen you in a long time. You got a new boyfriend or something?"

"No, I'm not seeing anyone yet. I was just thinking about a real strange dream I had last night. It was so weird it was kind of funny!"

"What was it about?"

"I dreamed I was making love with Ash, and then he turned into a……a pokemon."

Sabrina made a face. "Eeeww! That's gross! I hope he turned back into a man. You know, I heard about some girls that really did that, with a pokemon, I mean."

"Yeah, me too. They say there's nothin' like it, but it's still pretty crazy, no?"

Sabrina shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat, I guess."

 

She didn't give it much more thought until several weeks later, when she was getting ready for bed. Grovyle had always jumped up onto the bed as he did almost every night, and Katie petted him and talked to him. Grovyle just gave a assuring `Gro grovyle' & laid there. She playfully tickled him, and the pokemon rolled from one side to the other side, and sneezing as he did.

He accidentally swatted her hand, sending it away from his chest and toward his lower belly, her fingertips landing on his ... Katie was a bit shocked at first, and was about to snatch her hand away, but the soft, warm skin of Grovyle's belly felt surprisingly pleasant to the touch. Somehow, the sensation was very familiar; almost like touching her lover in the same area, although somewhat warmer and drier. As she caressed him, she noticed that he had become very still. She thought at first that he might be annoyed, but when she turned around his face told her a different story. He was lying quietly, his head tipped back slightly, his eyes half-closed, and his forearms crossed on his chest. His jaws gaped open a bit, and his tongue hung out sideways.

He looked so silly that she could not help but giggle! He raised his head briefly and gave her a rather indignant look, but laid back down...and very deliberately pushed her hand back down to the area that he wanted her to rub. Katie did not understand why, but she felt a strong desire to continue gently stroking his intimate parts. A slight bulge began to form at the base of his sheath, and then quickly increased in size. She cupped her hand around it, marveling at the odd shape and texture of the unit. A glistening finger of pink appeared from the opening, and a droplet of clear fluid formed at the tip. Katie became aware of a tingling feeling and a warm wetness between her thighs. Her body was preparing itself for a man, but the only male nearby was this pokemon!

Grovyle looked up and sniffed the air. The bulge in his sheath shrank very quickly, and he rolled over and jumped to his feet. He nuzzled her, and placed a front paw on her shoulder, as he looked at her with a peculiar expression on his face. Katie struggled with her conscience; she knew that what she wanted to do was wrong, but with her animal desires... she desired this animal!

 

 

She had not been thinking clearly the first time she'd coupled with Grovyle, she was in a drug-induced state and he had simply taken advantage of the situation. This time she had taken nothing, nor had she been drinking, but contrary to everything she had ever believed or felt before, she wanted him!

"Oh, what the Hell...I'm already a sinner." she muttered to herself, as she moved over to the big chair and sat down on the edge.

Grovyle got curious as to what his master was about to do. Therefore, he jumped off the bed, trotted over in front of her and stopped a short distance away, as though he was unsure of what was expected of him. She raised her nightgown and spread her legs, and beckoned him to come closer. He lunged forward and pushed his cold, wet nose between her legs, causing her to jump a little. A faint aroma coming from her wet snatch box enticed him to do whatever she needs. The urge to copulate deep within his primal urges brought his placid biscuit up to a hard on.

 

 

Without a thought, he began to lick at her, tentatively at first, then more boldly as he became aroused by the smell and taste of her. His tongue had a rough texture, which served to draw a moan of pleasure from the girl. She grabbed her thighs with both hands to separate them even further. Grovyle continued licking her pussy over and over again, now and then accidentally brushing his tongue over her clit. Katie screamed in delight, then bit on her lip to muffle the sounds, so that nobody would her moans of forbidden delights. In a minute, her pussy was ready; her nether lips were red and separated, and a clear liquid trickled from the slit.

 

 

She gently lifted Grovyle's arms so his paws rested one on either side of her chest while his hind feet remained on the floor. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his sheath, stroking it rapidly as she guided the exposed tip of his penis into her.

He gripped her tightly around her middle with his arms and thrust into her with a speed and intensity that no human male could hope to match. He continued pounding away for several seconds until his unit expanded to the point where it locked him inside of her. At about the same instant, Katie's body was wracked by powerful waves of orgasm, as though it had been building up inside of her for the year or so that she had been alone. Katie wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly against her body as she felt the hot spurts of his juices splashing over her insides. The throbbing bulk of his member stretching her slightly, combined to bring her to climax repeatedly.

For the better part of an hour, the strange couple were locked together in the chair. Eventually, the contractions and the passion of the physical and emotional release between woman and pokemon trailed off. When they finally separated, Katie held him for a very long time, gently stroking him, kissing him on the forehead and muzzle, and talking softly to him. She had never had a human lover who could satisfy her like this, not even Ash. Though she meant no disrespect to his memory, she very much needed this release.

She no longer thought of it as nasty or dirty; it had been wonderful, but she would have to keep it a secret. Such things did happen, but they were only whispered about. Katie had no idea how her family and friends would react, but if Sabrina's reaction to the description of the "dream" was any indication, she didn't want to find out. Perhaps some day she would take another man, maybe even remarry. But she would never forget Ash, of course, and his memory was still much too strong right now to even consider another man. So for the time being, Grovyle would fill the physical part of the role of Katie's lover. And he would do it very well.

 

 

[Fic ends]

 

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Clair: How come the author is sad? Her stories are far too good for her to be all unhappy.

 

Mewtwo: ~That's just it….~

 

Clair: C'mon. Give. What's up with her?

 

Mewtwo: ~Uugggghh. Great: someone who can't distinguish specific genders. The author…….is NOT a her. She………… is a HE. A guy. Someone thought that he is a she. ~

 

Clair: Ouch! I guess having a decent sense of the writing criteria means that he's a fag- oh shit!

 

Mewtwo: ~And now look what you've done. (Good job with the burn.) He'll probably won't make any more fics for a good while. ~

 

Clair: Sorry!!! Please review & cheer our author.

 

Mewtwo: ~I'd suggest not giving a Rattata's ass about it all. And if you want: go make fun of him. For all we know, he has no real social life.~

 

Clair: Shut up! Stupid ass e-mo sit head! Until next time.

 

 

 

The next episode is one that you will never forget. Yes: it's the aftermath from the first episode with the MewtwoxClair pairing. And it's true that `Foxy Foxy' is a good song for strip joints. I went to one in Long Beach that played that song…….no complaints from me! ^_^

 

Miyuutsuu.