Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Naughty Kitty Theaters ❯ Ep. 12: Anynoe up fot Doomsday? ( Chapter 14 )

Ep. 12. Anyone up for doomsday?

 

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Pokemon. Tajiri Satoshi & Nintendo do.

 

Warning: plain old sex with a touch of NC. Viewer discretion is advised. Thank you!

 

 

 

 

 

How far you can go with a fist full of quarters at a peep show…..Here's Mewtwo & Clair.

 

Clair: This is it: our last into. It's time for us to move along & go on with our lives. ;_; I'll miss this place. I'll miss you viewers.

 

Most of all: I'll miss you, Mewtwo!

 

Mewtwo: ~ Can the dramatics, woman!. Let's do this & get it over with it. Here's a AU fic of Phoebe & Sidney called “Heal me, feel me.” Roll it! [Fic starts]

 

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Phoebe arrived as usual, right at the start of her shift. She worked as a nurse at a metropolitan hospital. She was in her early twenties; attractive, and well loved by the patients she cared for. Why not? Her light pink nurse outfit accentuated every delicious curves on her body. Someone had started calling her “Nurse Phoebe,” and the title had stuck.

Today, Phoebe checked the board to see if there were any new arrivals in her section. She noticed one room was marked, “Sidney - Transfer.” She asked a nearby doctor about it. He told her that a car had hit the man a while back. He had been in a coma for several weeks now. They had just transferred him from across town because they were running out of beds there.

Having no other pressing business that day yet, Phoebe left the front desk and went to investigate her new patient. On the way she ran into Drake, an old sea captain recovering from a stroke. He greeted her with his usual flirt, “Hey there Nurse Phoebe, will you marry me?” and Phoebe, as usual, retorted with, “Ask me tomorrow, Drake.”

Still smiling from her encounter with Drake, Phoebe entered the new John Doe's room, curious to see her new charge. She pulled back the curtain and gasped. The man looked to be in his early twenties with a tuff of dark red hair right on top of his scalp. Phoebe had gasped because she found him to be incredibly handsome. He was also a mystery, she marveled. No one even knew who he was. Was he a punk rocker? It certainly was an interesting case.

Phoebe continued to stare at him for a while, and then suddenly a wild urge came over her. She felt the need to see what his junk looked like. She knew she would find out anyway because of her sponge bath duties, but this time, she felt like she couldn't wait. Up until that moment, she had been quite professional with all of her other patients, or if anything, she would only kid around, as with the old man, but of course, none of her other patients were as young and handsome as this man.

Her heart started beating a little faster as she went to the door and locked it. She came back to the bed and pulled the curtain behind them, just to be certain. Phoebe pulled down the sheet that was covering her patient and started rubbing her hands together excitedly. All she would have to do was lift up the hospital gown to view the man's twig & giggle berries. Her breathing picked up and she licked her lips in anticipation. Finally, she reached out and slowly lifted away the thin material. Once it was lifted and she got her first peek, she let out a small shriek of delight, for the patient appeared to be quite well endowed. The man-meat wasn't erect, but the tanned nurse certainly knew how to remedy that. She couldn't believe what she was doing. She had thought about such things of course, but she had always managed to dismiss such urges in the past. This patient however was somehow causing her to lose control of herself.

Her lovely hand started reaching for the man's crotch, almost without her telling it to do so. She then touched the penis and moved it so it pointed toward the man's bellybutton. She then proceeded in rubbing the sensitive underside to entice an erection out of her comatose patient. Phoebe couldn't wait to see the man's cock at its finest. And sure enough, in less than a minute, the man had a full hard on, thanks to her loving attention.

She stared at the thick rod in awe. She estimated it to be roughly seven inches in length. Phoebe didn't think she had ever seen an erection that large, and she had treated many patients. She pulled the shaft up, stretching it to its limit, then allowed it to snap back down again, causing her to giggle at the sound the skin made. She felt like a young girl, discovering some of the facts of life for the very first time. The nurse reached out again and began to really stroke the man's cock.

 

She figured she had come this far, why stop now? After all, her nurse's mind spoke up in her head, it's healthy for a man to have frequent ejaculations.

 

Phoebe grinned; she knew that she could gladly help with that!

She reached out with the other hand so she could massage the man's penis using both of her hands, one above it and one beneath. She slipped his engorged cock head into her mouth briefly for some lubrication, and continued stroking him. Phoebe was sweating slightly from exertion as well as excitement. She had resisted all coma patients up to this point, but she knew that such a magnificent specimen just required attention. And she would do all her nursing duties, even if it got her fired!

Just as she was thinking this, her yummy patient ejaculated in her hands, spraying the gown and his abdomen with shot after shot of fresh semen, as well as dribbling some onto her own delicate fingers. She put the fingers into her mouth and hungrily sucked them clean. “Yum! And it's all for me!” Sidney's spunk tasted rather good, she thought. She quickly removed his soiled hospital gown and used it to clean the cum off his stomach. She then tossed it into the laundry bin. Phoebe figured she may as well give him that sponge bath now. After all, he had been a dirty boy.

 

Phoebe giggled again.

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The next day, she was much bolder. She marched right into the patient's room, quickly revealed his cock, and plunged it into her mouth, all the way in. She breathed loudly through her nose as she felt the massive cock grow and grow in her wet mouth. Phoebe never used her hands once. She took the cock deep, then pulled back and suck hard on the head, trying to stimulate the gland as best she could. She sucked and slurped and impaled her head upon the staff, as if possessed. When his mindless body came in her mouth once again, she locked her lips around his shaft, and drank him down.

The nurse was fixated. Nothing else occupied her mind when she was away from the hospital. She got even wilder with her games. One day she would play with the cock for a whole hour, not letting it come at all. She could never grow tired of such a wonderful toy. She would just watch it grow and shrink, swell and contract, while her life-size boy toy just remained motionless & oblivious.

 

Another day she would put the cock in charge and have it fuck her throat mercilessly until it choked her with its sperm. She placed her hands behind her back when she did this, as if they were tied together there, to further her wicked fantasy.

 

After ten days of the kinky fun she had, Phoebe couldn't take it anymore. There was something she still hadn't done. She hadn't gotten into the saddle herself. The nurse knew it would be risky, but she needed the seven-incher inside of her. God knew she had done just about everything else with her patient's tool.

She approached the comatose man one morning and took his precious cock in her hand. She did so without the slightest bit of hesitation anymore. As usual, she couldn't resist slipping it into her mouth for a quick lube job, but then, hidden safely behind the curtain, Phoebe began to disrobe.

Even though the young man could only have a vague sense that she was even there, Phoebe still got very excited as she was finally going to reveal her body in front of him. She left her little nurse's cap on. Somehow she felt it should stay. But she pulled down her skirt, revealing her bare bald crotch. She hadn't worn any panties that day in preparation for her upcoming ride. She quickly took off her blouse and freed her large breasts so she could play with them when she was bouncing up and down. She was tanned every where. Not too harsh, but a nice bronze tan.

She climbed into her patient's bed and straddled his comatose body. Phoebe decided to ride backwards for better penetration. She wanted to be able to feel every thick inch of the young man's large tool. She turned herself around so that she was mooning the quiet stranger. She stroked his cock, bringing it to its maximum size. Then, at long last, Phoebe slipped his piece into her yearning hole. She kneeled and sighed as his cock disappeared inside her. She had been longing for this filled-up feeling ever since she saw the man's handsome face for the first time, only some days ago.

She rotated her pelvis, grinding it against the hot erection within. Phoebe yanked at her nipples while she continued to bounce. She bit her tongue from making any real loud noises, but that might not work sooner or later. She closed her eyes and raised her chin up, thoroughly enjoying her new heights of ecstasy. She moaned softly.

 

The cock filled her wetness so well that she didn't even notice the pair of hands at each of her sides. Phoebe sat down hard one last time, thereby pushing herself over the edge. She leaned forward and would have tumbled off if she hadn't been held. Phoebe finally regained her composure and could feel the pool that had collected in her depths.

Then she finally noticed the hands gripping her hips. She didn't remember when she first felt them there. She of course knew what they meant. She slowly turned around and smiled shyly at the now conscious and open-eyed face of the punker. He looked as if he had just seen heaven and was finally back on Earth again. Sidney simply laughed and said,

“Lady, I don't know who the hell you are, but I am VERY pleased to meet you. Talk about friendly services!”

 

Phoebe smile widened and she said, “Then you haven't seen anything yet!”

 

[fic ends]

 

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Clair: Boy, how lucky is Sidney to be apart of a lemon fic. Also, Phoebe is a slut that won't stop quittin'…..if you know what I mean. Wink-wink!

 

Mewtwo: ~ I don't care about that. Not now. Not ever. Get to the next feature. I'm quite anxious to get out of here.~

 

Clair: Fiiiiiiine! Here's the first of the two part finale to the PunishShipper fics. It's stars me & a fellow Poke ranger by the name of Hayate or Spenser. Or whatever the fuck his name is. Here's “Thinking of you.”

 

Good bye there, viewers!!!

 

Mewtwo: ~ Here's the last words you'll hear from me: GOOD RIDDANCE! ~

 

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[Clair's Point of View]

 

Cleaning up my home. All alone, again.

 

It's been a rocky three years. Ever since............

 

Ever since...Mewtwo & I had fight. A terrible fight that did more damage.

 

It was without a doubt the roughest part of my life.

Over the short time, he became the `mon' of the house, helping out with all the chores. Many times, he would be there, holding me when I needed it. I became a woman again, reborn to a whole new world. I felt desired, sexuality oozed through my pores. Yes...it feels good. I guess it was during that time that I began seeing Mewtwo as a man instead of a pokemon. Weird, but it doesn't matter. For something soooo wrong, it feels like the definition of ecstasy.

After he left, I cried almost every night. Not because of what he did, but of the loneliness that had returned. It was over three months before I began to feel the desire for sex again. That's when I began masturbating again. Going back to the den every night, getting myself off with the dragon fang. It lost it's edge in bringing me to a true orgasm. It's not enough though, I do miss the touch of flesh on flesh action. Joining of two souls to merge into one sexual vessel. An entity of pure ecstasy.

 

About three months after the fight, there was a family friend named Spenser, who thought of spending some free time in town. A pokemon ranger in Fione. Don't get me wrong, he is kinda good looking. However, [`call it a women's intuition'] I knew he was ready to jump into bed with me at a moments notice.

Spenser began gently pressing me to go out with him. I knew he wanted me sexually because I would catch him staring at me sometimes with that "look" in his eyes. With all due modesty, I can't really blame him, I am still a good looking woman. As days went by, he became more insistent about dating and I finally agreed to go out with him. I wasn't especially thrilled about going out, but the ever increasing sexual hunger I soo long for, I kind of forced myself to give in. I figured if I let him have his wish and let him fuck me, those depraved cravings would go away... At the time, I blamed it on just being horny. I felt deliciously depraved and guilty at the same time. I finally decided that the only cure was to get laid. Might as well be with Spenser then some random jerk.


First, he took me to a very nice club where we had a great meal and danced. He was a great dinner companion and superb dancer but he still didn't light my fire. I had already planned to let him fuck me that night, but still went through the motions of letting him seduce me. As soon as he began kissing me I had a good idea it wasn't going to work, but I was willing to give it a try. I had never been with any man, but I was desperate...

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[Normal point of view]

 

Her eyes were tightly closed, hands behind his head, back arched, as Clair tried to pull her lover's mouth closer, vainly attempting to get more of her breast into the mouth of the man that . "Ohhh, yes, suck them....suck my titties… suck them hard."

It felt so good having a man's lips on her neglected bosoms for the first time in nearly while. How her lower body was trashing around searching for something…anything to satiate the hunger her long starved cunt ached for. The only problem was that the man doing the sucking and hearing her encouragement wasn't the one she was really speaking to. Swinging between fantasy & reality in her mind, the cobalt haired gym leader was pretending it was someone else making love to her.

Spenser's hand moved from one of her breasts to her moist depths and began fingering her pussy. Clair tried to clear her perplexed mind and concentrate on him but it didn't do any good. As horny as she was, she began losing the ecstasy of the moment until she began fantasizing again. Just bringing that imaginary lover to mind again created a sudden fire in her loins begging to be extinguished immediately.

"Fuck me, Darling, fuck me now." Clair moaned.

Spenser was panting in her ear. "Oh, Yes, Clair, you are so fucking hot and wet."

"I know, darling, I know. I want you now. I want you to make me cum. I want your beautiful cock in my pussy now." She begged aloud as her toned legs spread wider, not realizing, nor caring who she was talking to.

The combination of someone's cock and her vision rapidly brought the gym leader to that long desired pinnacle….then heavenly release.

"I'm cummmmming....cumming....oh yes yes .....yes...yes....soooo good."

Breathing in short breaths, Clair lay there for awhile, eyes closed. Savoring that dream as long as her mind could grasp, before facing stark reality. She finally gave up and went to the bathroom, with the familiar longing still in her belly and the special ache in her heart, to cleanse the feel of her family friend from my body. Hoping, hoping that she could also cleanse the whole episode from her thoughts as well. The entire incident had came about due to what were thought to be good intentions, but when the cobalt haired woman realized that she had made a mistake it was too late to back out. As she headed back to bed, Clair was wondering how to get rid of Spenser gracefully. The ranger pulled her into his arms and kissed her. That moment, she thought she was going to gag.

"Clair, that was so good. I think we both needed it. I had no idea that you were so hot in the sack."

Clair had to create a charade of some sort. She laid a hand on his cheek and smiled sweetly. "I know. Thank you so much."

"May I spend the night?"

That didn't take by surprise, she figured that he would probably wanted some more sex the next day. "No. As much as I would love it, I don't want the neighbors talking." She lied through her teeth, hoping that he would take the bait & bite.

"I understand."

She got up again and threw on a robe while he dressed, where Clair then walked with him to the front door.

"When can I see you again?" He whispered against her sweet lips as he fondled her left breast. Taking a quick feel before leaving.

`Get your fucking hands off of me and leave.' She screamed in her head, but told him kindly. "I don't know…Call me later in the week."

"I can't wait." He whispered, as he kissed her again.

`I can,' Her mind spoke out loud.

After that was said & done, he left. The gym leader curled up on the couch in the living room and began mulling over her dilemma. For the longest night of her life, Clair finally admitted consciously for the first time that she needed Mewtwo and there was nothing left to do about it. But she still feel the harsh taint of their last argument & the way that he left her just like that….

 

 

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Flashback time; the fight.

 

It was a calm & peaceful morning in the mountain town of Blackthorn City. Unbeknownst to all the residents that dwell here, random acts of taboo acts were being played out in total secrecy for the past month. Everywhere in the city, every nook & cranny, parts of the land were secretly violated by the lusts of dirty nasty sex...

 

By none other than the city's gym leader Clair & clone vagabond Mewtwo.

 

Per the agreement that the blue haired minx had made, the clone had to `work' for his boarding payments. Some help tidying up her gym, fixing & repairing appliances. Not to mention having some intense sparring matches against each other. For the past month, nothing could have gone wrong with the way these two were enjoying. It was a blissful & joyous time for the couple. Even the clone had to admit that it felt good.

 

Unfortunately, today changed that...

 

Right in the middle of the kitchen of the blackthorn gym leader's home, the two were having a quarrel. The topic: Dining out.

 

“I still think that a simple dinner outside is better than staying here. C'mon! You owe me that much!” Clair wanted to go out & enjoy some fun. Mewtwo didn't like that. Being exposed to the public was not good. Nothing good would come out if he were out in the open.

 

“~No. You know that I'm not one who thrives for attention. I want to keep a low profile & I'll not let that go.~”

 

For the cobalt haired gym leader, she wasn't going to give up. Not without a fight.

 

“Not man enough to go out & have some fun? Remember that we've been in public areas & going at it like the world's gonna end? What the hell is wrong with you now? I say: get your purple ass in gear & move on out.”

 

“~No means no.~”

 

Clair shot back with the sentence that will forever be the `bullet.'

 

“What kind of stupid pokemon are you? You act like a human but you're not. Now let's go!”

 

The clone snapped.

 

“~I tell you this! I may be created by humans. But I am not human. I was created to be the most powerful pokemon there ever will be. Yet I was not born one. I did not asked to exists. Tell me, what do you know how I feel? To be nothing more than a tool, whose purpose is to serve blindly until it's no longer needed & thrown away into the slag heap?~”

 

It was all that she could handle. Clair wasted no time in slapping his face hard. The sheer power of her palm left a deep red bruise on his cheek.

 

“Do you think that I give a fuck about that?”

 

Now it was Clair's turn to be shocked. The silent clone no longer held back.

 

In an instant, he returned the favor. Eye for an eye. He slapped her back. The sheer momentum threw her back to the wall. Never had she ever been treated like this. Tears strolled down her bruised cheek, overwhelmed with many emotion. Mewtwo took a good look that the consequences that his action tolled. He made an attempt to consol her. To apologize.

 

“~Clair...I-I'm sor-~”

 

But Clair would not have any of that. She went straight for the back door & opened it.

 

“Get out. Now.” Her finger pointed out the exit.

 

For him to take.

 

But deep down inside of her, she'd hoped that he wouldn't.

 

Without another word, the clone took his leave. This was to be the last time that both would speak or see each other...

 

Two mistakes were make that day...

 

(Flashback over.)

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3 years later….

 

Clair wiped her brow, looking around her half finished bedroom. Feeling rather bored, she decided to spruce up her place & give it a good cleaning. However in the case that task seemed to be a long challenge. A sigh pushed through her lips and came out in a loud sound in the large room.

“I'll never be done cleaning,” she grunted under her breath. She stood up and stretched her weary body. Her tank top shirt strained as her ample breasts pushed against the thin fabric. Clair adjusted her bicycle shorts and looked in the mirror. Her tight black shorts accented her curves and long legs. The tank top she wore cut low to show her cleavage pouring out from the top of the shirt. Her cobalt hair were draping down, in long silky waves down past her breast.

She sighed again and turned back to her room. Unwillingly, she began cleaning again. She had just finished and was about to get out of her cleaning clothes when she heard someone knocking at the door. She rushed down the stairs and stopped short at the back door. “Hold on! I'm on my way-” She opened the door. Clair let out a groan.

 

“You…you're back. Three years later... Mewtwo.”

 

It was Mewtwo, alright. Who else wears a ragged dull brown cloak around themselves during the day? Only Mewtwo would.

“What do you want?” She spat out. Her eyes were flashing with fire in their depths, but Mewtwo just ignored it.

“~I came to talk.~” he replied. His voice...sliding over her like silk, making her shiver. Clair shook her head trying to get his charm out of her head. She kept repeating the incident he had done to her to keep herself mad at him. But that longing still burned. “~Aren't you going to invite me in, please?~” His amethyst eyes, flashing with something new to her through the thick dark covers of the makeshift hood.

 

Desire.

 

Regret.

 

A second chance.

 

[End Part one…]

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And so, the final episode for this season is just around the corner. Near the block where you live. Watching your every move. Waiting for the right moment to strike & rape your computer.

 

Yeah. That's the psychoholic magic that both NKT & AstroJunkies Inc. bring.

 

The last episode will be up before midnight tonight.

 

Miyuutsuu