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The Rape of Misty	By : TimedWatcher Category: Pokemon > Het - Male/Female Views: 18327 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Standing on your deck, you stared beyond your yard and into the treeline. With warm drink in hand, you sipped your tea. Some much needed caffeine energizing your early morning after what you did last night.
The scenic view was interrupted however, as a familiar head of firey orange hair crested from below the sloping hill side; the problematic footing not even slowing her for a second.
You didn't panic. You could probably throw her back down where she emerged from if you wanted, but you played it casual instead. As you retreated into your home, she was on your heels, as you heard her quickly run up the steps like she were chasing you, before she started assaulting your door; vibrations of which traveled through you as you had thrown your weight against it, as if she could actually smash it down. "Open up, mister! Or you're gonna be in big trouble!"
Your fingers tapped the knob.
You cracked it open, looking at her through the crack you created. "How did you know where I lived?"
"When we first came into town, I saw you standing outside your home." Damn. She was an observant one, and you thought the cover of night would at least protect you.
You opened it the rest of the way, giving her wide berth to step inside, despite how tiny she really was. All the abuse and trauma was visible physically, but not mentally. "What brings you here? Besides the obvious." You asked while closing the door.
Her tough girl facade broke, as if waiting for you two to be alone from the world to let her feelings be known. "Ash rejected me..." Her voice frayed as she explained. She sniffled, a finger near her eye. "BECAUSE OF YOU!" She snapped at you, her face hot, as she threw up her hand and pointed accusingly at you. "You ruined me, so you have to take responsibility!" A surprising amount of spunk from someone so young.
"And... and..." Misty quickly reverted back to tears. "You're the only one I can turn to... I'm so far away from home..."
You sat your cup down on the table in front of your couch, while at the same time grabbing your house keys. "Well you caught me at a bad time, because I have to go to work."
You tried to bypass her. "Wait!" Misty ran in front of you, blocking your path. "Are you gonna let me stay here or not? I think we should discuss this first."
"I don't have much of a choice... besides, you look dead tired." You raised your hand her way, which she was tentative about accepting. Like you were a hot stove, she closed her eyes and pressed down. Her wrist and palm felt like nothing as you lead her to the couch, sitting her down by her shoulders. "Get some sleep." Misty descended slowly to her side, kicking off her shoes and bringing up her slender legs in a sort of fetal position.
Misty listened to your exit, the keys clacking the lock shut, as she used clasped hands underneath her head as a makeshift pillow to sleep; her bare legs sometimes shivered, either from the sub room temperature chill or the lashings on her skin, reminding her of what you did, but it was still better than being outside sleeping on the grass or dirt in that lumpy old bag. It took her awhile to adjust to the new setting, but she eventually dozed off.
Misty napped away well into the afternoon, tired from everything that had transpired last night.
She awoke later with a startle, thinking for a moment she had been kidnapped, but remembered she wanted to be there.
At least she was sure she did.
You were still nowhere in sight.
She sat for awhile, uneasy about exploring your home without you there to guide her. She listened to strange noises that erupted from all over, and watched how shadows cast in your home.
Misty held her grumbling tummy, knowing she just couldn't sit there all day.
Standing up, Misty kept one hand wrapped around her other, which was held like a fist in front of her chest; afraid of knocking something over or even just touching things. She walked through your home like it was all made of glass, before coming upon the kitchen counter. On it were the vegetables you laid out for your dinner that night, and on the stove top were your pots and pans. "I guess this is okay to touch..." She kinda wished you were there to clarify, as she reached for the smaller pot and began measuring out a single portion of vegetable soup for herself.
As she held a knife over a single carrot on your cutting board, a thought sprung to mind, and she turned it into two carrots. Misty then took the small pot and put it back, lifting the much bigger pot with shaky hands, before she dropped it into the sink with a bang and ran some water.
She had trouble with the gaslit stove, scared of the blue lights that came on and the noise it made as it started, but once they didn't leap out and try to hurt her, she placed the pot on top, then returned to her vegetable chopping duties.
Misty daydreamed about your compliments as she broke them down to smaller and smaller chunks, before plopping them in. 'Oh, it was nothing', she'd say to you. Part of her still questioned why she was doing this for someone so mean in the first place, but Misty was already used to this kind of treatment from her sisters. At least you were a cute guy instead of some evil witches.
Speaking of which, she left it to boil for a moment, as she picked up the cup you had been using and brought it over to the sink, tossing the tea bag into the trash.
She could easily see cleaning up after you being part of her daily duty.
She just wished she had an apron, using her arm instead to wipe away the steam that just hit her face as she looked down into it, before she plucked out some spices that she thought looked interesting.
Stepping back into your home, something pleasant to the nose hit you, and you weren't the cause for once. You announced yourself by throwing your keys on your living room table, which got Misty to jump, but her fear turned to not excitement exactly, but anticipation, knowing you were there to enjoy her meal. "Hey! Hi! Uhm... how was your day?"
"The usual." Misty didn't understand what your usual was, so she just smiled and nodded, standing on her tippy toes to reach for a bowl in your cupboard, as she opened the one leading to your other set of cups. "Second one." You told her, as you watched Misty find what she was looking for.
She served it up, handing it off to you. "Careful, it's hot." She warned with care.
You grabbed a spoon before you sat down at your usually lonely kitchen table. Bowl on the mat, you swirled around the bits, waiting for not so many vapors. A floating block of white potato caught your eye, as you took in a heaping of it.
You let the spud melt in your mouth, the juice surrounding it a nice and starchy base. You sucked it down. "That's good. You made that?"
Misty held up the ladle near her face as she looked at you with a wink. "I learned a lot on my journey with Ash. I'm not just some kid, y'know!" She got herself her own portion and joined you.
She more or less played with her food, watching you eat instead. Misty felt a weird buzz in her head over the thought of making you happy - or maybe it was the hunger pangs.
From across the table, Misty smiled at you, and up until that point, you weren't even sure she was capable of that.
Misty propped her face up, elbows on the edges of the place mats, a dreamy look in her eyes. "Am I staying?"
"Huh? Oh." You sat down your spoon, your eyes unfocused. "I'll say you're my daughter from out of town, and you've come to live with me." With a whole day of thinking, that was the best idea you could come up with.
"That wouldn't work."
You crooked your eyebrow at her. "Why not?"
Misty snorted a little in the cutest way a girl could. "Well... y'know..." Her face turned flush red. "Dads don't have sex with their daughters..." Misty rushed out that last part.
The rest of the meal was silent, which was your usual preference.
Afterwards, you introduced her to the rest of the house. On the last leg of your tour, you knocked on each door as you led her down the hall. "That's the bathroom. My room, and right there is the guest bedroom. Never been used, so you can make yourself comfortable." You stood outside your room, and she took position next to hers.
"Well..." She bounced back and forth onto her heels and then the balls of her shoes, hands wrapped behind her back. She tilted her head down and to the left, expecting you to do something.
You did, by going into your room. "Good night."
You sighed, falling into bed; letting gravity do the work on your shoes. Misty had gone from a carnal desire you couldn't stop yourself from fulfilling, to an almost unwanted nuisance. Almost, because you appreciated the dinner she made. It felt like you had to be an adult now, as you'd need to enroll her in school, take her to the doctor or a myriad number of other things you dreaded to even think of.
Frustrated thoughts clouding your head put you to sleep early, but your peaceful slumber was interrupted. It felt like you had to piss at first, but the feeling changed quickly, as you could now feel the warmth and wetness that was trying to swallow your groin. The bed creaked as you looked down to find Misty between your legs with the blanket spread. She had one eye open and the other closed, as she struggled to take you in.
"What are you doing?"
"Shanking yew." Her trying to talk with your cock in her mouth was surprisingly sexy, as silly as she sounded with a stuffed mouth.

If you want to treat Misty with kindness, turn to page 113
If you want to treat Misty with cruelty, turn to page 267
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