Unusual

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"..." Speach
'...' Thought

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Dark skies rumbled overhead as Aine slowly made her way home. The clouds above promised to unleash themselves upon the earth below with each thunderous bellow, a warning most people were taking to heart. Throughout the village of Oaklyn people and pokegirls were preparing for the rain. Windows were shuttered, clothes pulled from their lines, carts hurriedly covered up or put away. Outside the village proper, farmers too pulled their livestock into their barns and put equipment away, caught flat footed by the sudden summer storm.

Aine paid no mind to either the skies above or the people around, trudging down a worn dirt road she knew as well as her mother’s face. None of those around her noticed her solemn countenance, or even her presence, as preoccupied as they were with the oncoming rain, which suited Aine since she was too preoccupied to care.

Small side paths led to small houses, old and well built. Most people in Oaklyn had lived there their entire lives, as had their parents, and those before them. Things were built to last, and very little ever changed. Knee-high white stones marked the road on one side every hundred feet; they had been placed there before the days of Sukebe, and would be there for ages to come.

A small boy watched Aine’s slow progression down the country road from the old, weather worn porch of a house that had housed generations of his ancestors. His little brown eyes followed her form as she went past, curious as children always are. A small Mousewife stepped out the front door and called to the boy, who quickly abandoned his vigil and leapt to his feet, running inside to dinner. The pokegirl stared after Aine a moment before turning back and shutting the door.

Aine saw none of this. Never once throughout her homeward trek had her eyes left the small red and white sphere in her hand. All her thought was centered on it, and nothing could distract her from it.

'I don’t know what to do,' She thought to herself. 'This could all end so badly. I should probably bury this thing here and now.' Aine’s feet slowed to a crawl as she contemplated that idea. Small droplets of rain began to darken her green shirt, but she hardly noticed.

'I can’t do that. I just can’t. Mother and Father might understand. Grandfather won’t like it, but he should respect my decision…' Aine’s feet came to a complete stop at that. Decision. When had she decided anything? Looking up, she could see her home not far in the distance. A moderately sized farmhouse at the top of a hill, with two brown barns adjacent, green fields that would soon be grown full of hay stretching out beyond it. An oak tree whispered to her as she stood underneath it, whispered home and safety and warmth, everything she had always known this land to be.

How could she have decided to leave it, her refuge, her sanctuary? But she knew she had, and the depth of that decision tore at her heart.

Her feet once again moved forward, bringing her home for what could be the last time in a very long time. Rain began to fall in earnest now, splattering the road and churning it to mud. Aine’s pace did not quicken. She needed more time to think, to organize her thoughts for what was sure to become an argument once she got home. Her mind turned back to earlier in the day, reviewing what had so radically affected her life. She needed to find the right words to explain, and she knew that started with how she should tell her story.


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Landon was following her again. She could feel his eyes stroking up and down her backside. Her mother had always called it ‘Visual Groping.’ Aine thought it deserved a more unpleasant title, at least where Jack Landon was concerned.

Landon was tamer, though not much of one. He never really left the area like most other tamers did, just drifted through the neighboring villages, picking up whatever local girl had thresholded in between visits. Aine was unsure if he had ever even caught a feral, but she felt no desire to ask. Physically, he was a muscularly thick fellow, freckled and hairy. His face could be called handsome, except it was always either leering or sneering, depending on who he was looking at. Right now it was leering at her, and it made Aine’s skin crawl.

Heavy footsteps on gravel announced Landon’s approach. “Good morning sweetie,” he greeted her, sliding up beside her with all the grace of a slug. “Out for a bit of shopin’?”

Aine kept her head down, sorting through the cart of apples Mr. McLeay and his Ponytaur had brought into market. Market was held every day in Oaklyn, as there were no true shops in the village other than a single general store. If you needed something, you had to be at the village circle before noon to browse the carts. The set up was perfectly fine most times, except that it made it very difficult to avoid people that you did not necessarily want to run in to.

“Yes, Landon, and I’ll be done and on my way soon, so you can look for your own apples in a moment.”

“I’d be happy to walk with ye, sweetie. I’d hate for ye ta get lonely out here.” He offered his company with an almost sincere smile. Aine could still see the leer in his eyes though, and sweetie, she knew, was just what he called pokegirls, and it only made her more disgusted.

“I’ll be fine, Landon,” she responded. Aine hadn’t quite filled her straw basket full of apples, but she felt staying longer would only encourage the obtrusive man. She thanked McLeay quietly and moved off to the right, away from Landon. Unfortunately, he followed.

“How old would ye be now, sweetie?” he asked, keeping pace next to her.

“One year more than last,” She answered, feeling her teeth clench. She had intended on buying some new work gloves with the money left over from buying apples, but with Landon following, she headed away from the market circle. Work gloves could wait till tomorrow.

“Still no threshold, eh?” He continued conversationally. “Ah, well, I’d still wager ye could use a good taming now and again. Let me know, eh?”

Aine nearly choked at the bluntness of what had come out of the pig’s mouth. “You can be certain, Landon, should I need a taming, you will be the last to know.” They had left the crowded marketplace behind. Country residences were all around, but no one was home.

“Don’t be like that sweetie, none of my ‘girls have ever complained. Just let me show ye, eh?”

Aine more felt than saw the hand coming, and quickly stepped to the side before he could grab her rear.

“Good DAY Landon,” Aine threw over her shoulder as she made her way quickly down a lane that led away from market. Behind her Landon sneered while scratching his chin, eyes still on her ass.

A few minutes later and a few hundred meters away Aine finally slowed down from the furious pace she had been walking. Heat and anger colored her face still, but her breaths became less frenzied as she calmed herself.

'I hate him,' She felt like screaming, screaming for all the world to hear. 'I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!'

But working herself up like that served no useful purpose, so she closed her eyes and breathed in deep, smothering her anger and frustration. She used to have thicker skin to such treatment, but people like Landon were no longer as common as they once were in Oaklyn. His habitually insulting behavior got under her skin even more now than ever before.

There had been a time when most of the young men shared that view of her. Just waiting for her to threshold so they could have her for themselves. Even the elders saw her that way, treated her no differently than any other pokegirl. Worse, even, since she did not act like one.

Her mother always said it was just a natural human response, to dislike what you did not understand.

Her father called it inbreeding bigotry.

A harsh bleating sound alerted Aine to her surroundings. She had completely left the village, and was now following a small dirt path that wound itself through several kattle fields belonging to the O’Leary family. A few of the rough looking animals were following her on the other side of the wooden fence that followed along the path. Hungry for treats, she was sure.

Aine knew this track would just end up taking her the long way round to the O’Leary farm. They were a nice family, their children were a few years older than her and were always friendly, but that was not where she wanted to be. Taking a quick look around to ensure no one was there to be witness, she deftly jumped the aged fence and cut her way through the green field. A few of the kattle scattered, but others kept on her heels, still hoping for feed, or perhaps smelling the apples Aine carried in the basket at her hip.

Aine dropped a few of the apples, but did not stop to watch as they were devoured by the sheep-like creatures. Aine moved on automatic as her mind resumed its previous train of thought. Things were better than they were years ago. When she was younger, everyone expected her to make the transformation into a pokegirl the moment she hit puberty. When she didn’t, everyone just thought, well, she will soon. Years passed and she never did. It made her into a freak. She was already a freak, but not thresholding made it worse. Now she was a permanent freak.

Aine had been born a freak. No one had ever bothered to delude her into thinking she was just like everyone else, or just a very special little person. She was unnatural and she knew it. Aine had been born a hermaphrodite.

Not entirely unusual, even in the current age. A minor defect easily corrected by cosmetic surgery, in most cases. Double gender characteristics happened, Aine knew, often enough that doctors were well equipped to handle the situation should it arise, at least where there were proper hospitals. A penile-like clitoris was the most common form of hermaphroditism, though other less superficial forms existed. Either way, it was just something that was fixed at birth, and that was the end of it.

'Not for me,' Aine thought bitterly.

The family doctor, Dr. Neilson, called her a ‘True Hermaphrodite,’ something that made her hate the old man when she was younger, though now she knew there was no reason to place blame on the old man. Aine had been born with two almost perfectly formed and separate sets of genitalia.

Her feminine aspect was just that, completely feminine. Everything was where it was supposed to be. She even had all the necessary hormones, which had allowed her to develop into a picture of beauty. Smooth skin, a healthy tan from the sun. Umber hair that fell to her shoulders, shadowing a strong, delicate face. She was athletic, perhaps more than most human girls, but she had curves too. Her chest was moderate compared to many pokegirls, but perfectly formed. Her legs were long and ended with a curve anyone would be proud of.

It was her masculine aspect that caused her problems. Like the rest of her, it was well formed, large, even, last time she checked. She was certain that any man that might see her unclothed would be jealous, which Aine found both oddly satisfying and somewhat depressing.

There was actually a defect with her male genitalia, however, that made life more tolerable in her opinion. Her male gonads (balls was a poor description in her opinion) were located on the inside rather than the out. She still produced sperm like any man, but because of her internal heat the sperm was sterile. Aine saw it as less a defect and more a blessing, as she was entirely certain that a scrotum would have been incredibly uncomfortable.

All of this added up to a very confusing childhood and a tumultuous trip through puberty, yet it was not the whole equation to her problem. Her neighbors and relatives had not ostracized her for her gender, though it had certainly not helped. The true reason was far more unique.

Aine lifted her had to her face, tracing the lines of her fingers with her eyes. Normal, healthy, smooth fingers, nothing abnormal about them; likewise for her hand and wrist, and her arm below that. It was only when she looked closer, or rather, brought her hand closer, did she see two faintly glowing circles.

Aine sighed, putting her hand down. She knew what made her so obviously different. No reminders were necessary. Her eyes glowed like neon lights, unnatural crystal blue irises that literally shone in the dark. Her ears, too, drew attention. Long and thin, they reached towards the back of her head. Her hair covered them mostly, but they were still noticeable. Her other aberrations were less noticeable when she wore clothes, just like her gender. Still, small villages meant few secrets.

Her doctor said she was as physically close to being a pokegirl a man could get without being one. This implied, to her parents chagrin, that she was really just a man with a severe case of the pokeboy blood curse. That notion did not sit well with Aine, as she had always considered herself a woman first, man second.

The crunch of leaves underfoot brought Aine back out of her self contemplation. She had reached the far end of the O’Leary’s kattle fields. Young trees surrounded her now, their leaves from last fall still on the ground. The fence marking the end of the field looked much the same as the one on the other side, except now several trees served as posts. Aine hopped this one as well, striding out into the forest with no hesitation.

It was called Breen Oakwood on the maps, though no one who lived near it called it that. It was just Oakwood now, the family Breen having died out long ago. Most of the humans from Oaklyn avoided the woods as they were a haven for wild pokegirls. Aine found herself drawn to them, relaxed by the sounds and smells of the green, verdant trees.

The Honeysuckle vines had taken over since the last time Aine had been in this section of the woods. Small, sweet smelling blooms were everywhere; Aine absently plucked a few as she walked, sucking the nectar from between the petals. There was a small stream not too far from where she was, Aine was sure. It was too small for water based pokegirls, which made it a pleasant spot to rest. Aine never worried about the local ferals attacking her as she always carried a few pokeballs on her belt. It would take any feral found around Oaklyn at least a few seconds to escape, enough time to get away. Even if one did take her by surprise, she felt confident in her ability to survive, as she had a few physical defenses that came with being an almost-pokegirl. Nothing that would make her a threat to any pokegirl in a fight, but enough to improve her chances of getting away safely.

Now there was something that she had thought would improve her standing amongst her neighbors. She had achieved the ultimate symbol of independence that any human girl could hope for: A tamers license. Aine had had one for two years now, since her eighteenth birthday. League confirmation, signed and sealed, proof for anyone to see that Aine was human. Human in every way that counted, at least.

It just seemed as though people forgot that she was a tamer now, that or never really accepted it. She still looked like a pokegirl, which made for a far more potent argument than a league issued pokedex.

'If it looks like a duck…' Aine smiled ruefully at the thought.

To her, that was one very good reason why she still lived at home. A convenient lie was that as the only child of her family, she could not afford to risk her life on a dangerous taming journey. She was needed at home, to keep up the farm, to help with the harvest. She was needed to continue the family line. The truth of the matter was that she was just afraid. Not of the wilderness or the creatures that dwelled in it, but of people, people that would undoubtedly harass and heckle her. Aine had never been to any but two villages besides her own. There were towns, even cities not that many days away, yet she found herself panicking whenever she even considered visiting them.

A feeling of self loathing washed over Aine at that point. 'I wish I had a drink right now.'

That idea brought another one shortly after it. 'Where is that stream?'

She had yet to hear the little trickle and burble sounds that would normally announce the presence of a moving body of water. A quick survey of her surroundings showed several landmarks that she knew were near the stream. A few yards away from her was a large flat faced granite boulder with a fallen log leaning against it. A few carefully balanced steps had her at the top of the rock, providing a better view of the area. What she saw was entirely confusing.

The forest had been wrecked. Completely. It was as though someone had taken the time to maliciously tear all the limbs from the trees, many of them now completely bare. A few of the smaller ones had their tops removed, sliced cleanly off like grass. The mass of timber covered the ground, clogging everything, including, undoubtedly, the stream. It made for a complete mess, and it made no sense. What could have caused such devastation?

A pokegirl, of course, was Aine’s gut reaction. No other force in nature could have stripped all the trees clean in a half-mile long swath of woodland, yet leave the rest of the forest undamaged.

Still, it made no sense. What pokegirl, and why? And why had none of the villagers heard anything? The damage was recent, at least within the past few days, that much she could tell. Yet no one had ever said anything about hearing what had to have sounded like a bomb going off. Battling pokegirls did not necessarily rate comment around the tavern, but this would have been an epic battle, definitely something to gossip about for a few days. True, forest and field stretched between here and the closest farmstead, but someone had to have heard something! The herd tenders, a passing tamer, whoever had actually caused the damage…

A cold chill ran down her spine. Whatever had done this might still be here.

Immediately Aine backed down off the boulder. Before she could retreat, however, her conscience voiced an opinion she could not ignore. What if someone was hurt down there in that mess? Two powerful ferals could have done this, but was it not more likely that some tamer had tried to bite off more than he could chew? Should she not at least take a quick look to make sure?

'No,' she answered herself, 'even if there was a tamer here, either he won and is fine or he didn’t and is busy being digested. No feral would just leave the body after winning!'

Frustration furrowed her brows as she struggled with her conscience. Dead or not, it argued, the tamers family deserved to know, and a wild pokegirl would leave things like pokeballs and pokedexes behind, being inedible and useless to them.

With a resigned breath Aine placed her apple basket on the boulder and stepped out among the debris.

'I really loathe that little shoulder angel.'

Moving between the fallen branches proved to be more challenging than she thought it would be. The broken boughs were sharp at the breaks, warranting careful foot placement. Still, after twenty minutes Aine had managed to cover a large portion of the ruined land. From the other side of where she started she could see that the water was actually still flowing in the streambed, it was just being diverted and dispersed by the wreckage, muffling the sound.

A sigh of wind brushed past her, rustling the leaves of a small sapling behind her. The sound of it unnerved her, sending a chill up her spine. Glancing behind her, Aine decided it was time to go. It was stupid of her to have stayed so long in an area so recently occupied by one or more dangerous pokegirls. A sudden sense of panic grabbed hold of her heart, making her chest feel like it was being squeezed by a giant, invisible hand. Fast as she could Aine headed back towards the flat faced boulder her apples were sitting on, vaulting over any of the bigger logs that blocked her way instead of going around. A crunch of wood at her back froze Aine in place, crouched low under a branch too high to jump over.

Wide eyes turned back after a moment of fearful hesitation. Her most fervent desire was to look behind herself and see nothing more than a common wild Pidgy, a Catgirl or a Driad. Something easy to handle, anything that would soothe her nerves. What she saw stopped her heart.

'Massive,' was the first conscience thought to enter her mind. 'God' was the second.

A multitude of legs, each one longer than a man was tall and thick around as a thigh. Behind them, an immense oval shaped abdomen, easily larger than a market cart. Where the legs and abdomen met, a second, human abdomen rose upwards, only the size of it matched the inhuman parts, giant and imposing. Long fingers attached to longer arms, strong and shapely. Atop wide shoulders rested a head obscured by a mane of hair, indistinguishable accept for a half opened mouth, where two blade sharp fangs poked out.

Aine never even thought of fleeing, her body simply turned of its own accord and ran. The sound of several tons of death giving chase propelled her faster than she thought possible. It mattered little in the long run, as she still had to leap and duck her way through the tattered tree limbs, while the monster behind her crashed through the barriers as though they were made from cardboard. In no time at all, the nightmarish creature was on top of her. She could see the vile legs to either side of her out of the corners of her eyes.

A puff of wind on her back kicked Aine’s instincts into action as she rolled down and to her left, barely dodging the creatures forward lunge. Desperate for anything that would give her some chance at escape, she pulled one of the red and white pokeballs from her belt and lobbed it at the side of the monster while it still had yet to fully turn in her direction. One human hand slapped the ball out of the air with hope-crushing ease.

Aine just had time to pull herself to her feet when a massive pincer roughly grabbed her arm and yanked her into the air. Pain had no time to register before a second pincer grasped her leg just below her knee, and together they shoved her hard against the ruined trunk of a still standing tree. All breath whooshed out of her lungs, stifling the cry that wanted to rush from her lips. As air found its way back into her lungs, she resolved to keep her mouth shut, to not scream when the end came and die with a modicum of dignity. Nothing about being eaten had ever seemed dignified to her, but she was not about to make it worse by crying out like a Titmouse caught by a Housecat.

An eternity seemed to pass with each beat of her heart. Yet, she felt no sharp pain of teeth piercing her neck, no burn of venom entering her veins. Her eyes had closed on their own when she hit the tree, now she clenched them shut in anticipation. Another eternity passed, and still no fatal blow came. The claws clutching her still held her painfully tight, cutting off blood circulation, but that discomfort and the jagged bark was all she felt.

Perhaps she was already dead, and the end had passed so quickly she had never felt it? She could still feel the bark digging into her back, still felt the ominous presence before her, but maybe she was a ghost, and ghosts felt the same things they felt before they died forever afterwards?

The sudden sound of a nose inhaling not six inches from her face threw Aine’s eyelids open out of shock. Two glowing yellow orbs locked with her crystal blue ones.

Her previous thoughts concerning the identity of the monster that was going to eat her were challenged by what she saw before her.

'I thought Widows were supposed to be ugly…'

Beautiful, sun gold eyes shone out from behind feather white hair. A flawless nose with sculpted lips presented a face almost too perfect to be real. All of it carved from winter grey skin, smoother than any newborn child’s. It was as though some great artist had breathed life into his creation, and now here it stood before her breathing that same warm, sweet smelling breath on her.

Aine’s spellbound revere was broken when the spider-like pokegirl bent her head forward and inhaled deeply by her neck, mane tickling her face.

Already frozen from earlier fear, Aine remained unmoving, only this time from confusion. Why was the monster smelling her? Did it plan on taking it’s time and devouring her slowly? Did it want to savor its meal? When the feral moved her face lower and brushed her cheeks against her breasts, still breathing deeply, realization dawned.

'She wants sex before dinner. Lovely.'

The pokegirl’s snuffling nose continued its course downward, stopping where Aine’s shirt had been slightly pulled upward by being pressed against the tree. Two humanoid hands came into play, and lifted the shirt further, while the pokegirls face stayed where it was, caressing her stomach with every exhaled breath.

Despite the situation, Aine felt her lower half becoming aroused. Her navel had always been sensitive, and the silky touch of the Widow’s hair was feeling exceptionally good. The contact abruptly disappeared after what felt like hours. Looking down, Aine could see that her erection had gained her captor’s undivided attention.

The two hands that had been holding her shirt up moved down quickly, yanking her pants down to her knees in one jerk. The pain of her belt being pulled roughly down her hips lasted only a moment before her attention was completely distracted by that same warm breath from before washing over her lower extremities.

Scarcely a moment passed before the breath was replaced by a wet tongue licking down her shaft from tip to base. The feeling was completely unique, the tongue being many times larger than anything she was used to. Not that her experiences had been so many that she was expert, but she could easily tell this was an uncommon sensation.

Her analysis of the feeling ceased when a pair of lips wrapped around the head of her organ, sucking down forcefully, sending a jolt of pleasure strait up her spine. Half-erect became full in seconds, filling the pokegirls mouth suddenly and wedging the crown between her fangs.

Aine’s eyes closed again, letting her mind focus completely on the excruciating pleasure of sharp teeth being scraped down the sides of her cock as the pokegirl attempted to swallow her whole. She was dimly aware of one pincer releasing her arm and grasping her other leg. The prickly feeling of blood returning to her left arm went completely unnoticed as the feral wetly bathed everything that had managed to fit in her mouth. That several inches still remained outside despite the size difference between her and the spider gave Aine a small egotistical thrill.

As the feral continued to wetly suck at her dick, hands firmly holding her waist, a memory of something her grandfather had once told her popped into her head: '“If a feral ever grabs you, just do your best to keep up with them and ride it out. If they’re more interested in taming than eating, you might just be able tame the sense into them.”'

'I might just be able to tame this beast…'

The thought of living after the, admittedly pleasurable, violation of her genitalia was over sent a whole new wave of desire through her body, one unrelated to sex.

'Whatever she is, she isn’t a Widow. If that’s true, then maybe…'

Looking down her half naked body Aine could see the pokegirl’s head still working on her member, occasionally pulling back for air before moving back down again in what she assumed was a very persistent attempt at deepthroating her. The movements still felt intensely good, but they were clumsy and unskilled, allowing her enough focus to put thought into practice.

Since her arms were now free, Aine bent forward and groped the large breasts she had been too scared to notice before. As soon as she hand them in her palms, a deep rumbling sound reverberated through both the air and her dick, doubling the pleasure Aine had been feeling. Purring was the last noise she expected to hear from the insect based pokegirl, yet the deep and contented sound was unmistakable. The two hardened bumps of flesh between her fingers helped to confirm Aine’s assumption that the giant appreciated the attention.

Several pleasure filled moments passed by without change, Aine pressed firmly against a tree by two different pairs of arms while the being attached to those arms devoured her penis with all the gusto of a starved man eating a fine pastry.

Eventually, however, Aine felt a familiar tensing in her groin. It had been months since anything sexual had happened to her and the unanticipated blowjob had her reaching her peak far too quickly. Thought was becoming difficult. She panted freely now in short gasps, harmonizing with the sloppy, arousing sounds her captor was making. She thought she should give some kind of warning, but the ability to form words had left her; in any case she doubted she would be understood.

Suddenly, she was over the edge. An intense, blinding, mind wiping pleasure erupted through her body as a thick, milky fluid did the same inside the pokegirl’s mouth. The climax continued, pulsing and throbbing, pouring down the pokegirl’s throat and soaking Aine’s thighs in feminine fluids. Only after a minute had passed did the orgasm abate, leaving Aine both exhausted and satisfied, still mostly hard and still mostly inside the feral’s mouth.

The pokegirl made an attempt to move back but was hindered by Aine’s arms still wrapped tightly around the girl’s chest. Quickly she let go before the feral could move more forcefully.

Face to face again, the pokegirl wasted no time and roughly pressed her lips to Aine’s, forcing them apart with an inhumanly strong tongue. She could faintly taste her own cum as the much larger muscle stroked against her own. The kiss lasted a few seconds, and then just as abruptly it ended as Aine was lowered to about neck height on the beast.

The purpose for the change alluded Aine as she tried to figure out if the pokegirl wanted her to bend lower and attend her breasts again or if she was meant to focus directly on the erogenous zones of the neck. When her cock was pressed up against something warm and wet, Aine stopped thinking.

There was nothing she could do to help as the pokegirl insistently pressed her dripping sex, located at the junction of human and spider physiology, onto her member. Her hands went back to the monsters full breasts, absently caressing the nipples, reawakening the thunderous purr.

The head popped inside the surprisingly tight opening, clenching onto Aine with gentle strength. Aine had expected the core of such a large creature to be looser, yet it somehow felt tighter than any other pokegirl she had been with. Half her length slid into the slit in one long motion. The second half was forced in with another push, this time moving more slowly, the tunnel putting up more resistance. The whole event was nothing at all like Aine had expected it would be. The act was more akin to a lover’s tender ministrations then a randy feral’s crude attempt at taming.

In and out a second and third time, each slow and excruciating. When Aine looked up at the statuesque face above her, it seemed as though the feral was lost in her own world; eyes open without seeing, mouth gaping with ragged breaths. She showed no signs of increasing the maddening pace, and Aine did not think she could stand it. As they bumped their pelvises together again, Aine did the one thing she was capable of doing with her hips, lacking the ability to thrust. She ground herself against the pokegirl.

The effect was instant. Low rumble turned to impassioned groan, slack jaw tightened reflexively, vacant eyes squeezed shut.

Then, open again, and those golden jewels were staring deeply into her own. Aine stopped moving, suddenly completely unsure of herself. Those eyes could do anything to her, anything at all, and seemed to promise to do everything.

Movement resumed, and this time it was what she had expected from the beginning. Hard and fast, bruising in strength. The beast’s hands left her waist, leaving behind finger shaped purple marks. They attacked her breasts through her shirt, roughly rubbing them. Aine returned the favor, scratching with her nails as the pistoning continued.

The forest air was filled with a carnal duet, a luminous alto and a sonorous bass, accompanied by a thumping rhythm.

Eons could have passed for all Aine cared. There was no sense of time in the lust filled haze she was sharing with the enormous pokegirl. Nothing mattered but the next plunge into heated flesh. Sexual fluids soaked them both, squelching out from between them to drip on the forest floor.

On impulse Aine took one of the pokegirl’s nipples into her mouth, and bit down. The flesh scarcely gave under the pressure, yet the nipple’s owner must have felt it strongly enough. The tempo increased even more, and she could feel the tunnel spasm wildly around her.

Aine could feel the end coming and fought against it. She knew it was important to last as long as possible, but her pleasure fogged mind could not remember why. She just knew it felt too good to stop.

The pokegirl either did not share Aine’s view or was simply unable to hold off any longer as she degenerated into breathless screams, her core tightening so much it was painful. The pumping continued throughout as the beast struggled to draw out her climax for as long as possible. Aine felt her own release hit her in the pit of her soul, indescribable in intensity. The world was left behind, or she was, or it had never existed, and nothing wrong or bad had ever happened. For that brief moment, she was completely satisfied.

She might have fallen asleep, or fainted, because when she was next aware of her surroundings, she had been lowered to the ground. Her lower body was a mess, as her ejaculate and the pokegirls lubrication had squirted out everywhere, and the musky-sweet smell was making her head spin.

Speaking of her captor, the pokegirl had pressed close up against Aine, basically sitting in her lap, spider legs splayed out around her. She had Aine wrapped in her arms, head resting on her shoulder. She thought the position might be uncomfortable for the giant pokegirl, but saw no point in trying to move her.

As the post coital glow faded, Aine realized that certain problems still needed to be solved. The biggest being, what now? Clearly the pokegirl was not hostile. In fact, Aine was fairly certain they were cuddling. But how would the massive creature react if she tried to get up and return home?

She mulled over her options for a few minutes while the feral seemed to doze. She could try to leave, and seeing as how the spider pokegirl had gotten what she wanted, she might just let her go without a fuss. Or she could wait and see what the pokegirl had in mind, if anything. An alpha bond may have even formed for all Aine knew. She had never had one before, so she had no way of telling if the feral’s snuggling was a byproduct of a bond, or was just what she did every time she found a tamer in the woods and screwed them silly.

A third option came to Aine as she ran her fingers through the pokegirl’s snow colored hair. She still had two pokeballs on her belt. Capturing her captor felt like a very implausible idea to her, wrapped in the arms of something that could undoubtedly use those arms to wring water from boulders. Yet, was that not the perk of surviving a feral taming, to then take the opportunity to gain a new pokegirl?

As her left hand continued to stroke through the feathery hair, her right had reached for where her belt was wrapped around her thighs and found one of the little red and white technological wonders. As silently as possible she detached it from its holster and lifted it to her side. Throwing it from her position seemed impossible, until she remembered the mass of inhuman pokegirl that rested behind the human portion snuggling against her. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the ball at the spider torso. A flash of red blinded her and a strange fizzing sensation passed over her body. In a few seconds she sat alone against a ruined tree in an unnatural clearing with an orange-sized ball resting a few feet before her.

The pokeball remained completely inert, signaling no internal struggle. Aine let go a pensive sigh she had been unconsciously holding in. She had expected the feral to come bursting out, angry and prepared to tear her head off.

Instead, she realized, she had managed to capture the largest, most frightening, most sensually erotic pokegirl she had ever encountered.


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After getting up and retrieving the pokeball, Aine had washed as much of the sexual fluids on her body off in the tiny diverted stream. Her clothes were mostly intact, excusing a few stains. She had no way of telling how long her ordeal had lasted, but by the time she had found her way back out of the forest the sun had been hidden behind dark clouds, and all the kattle that had occupied the field that morning were gone.

Now, with the rain pouring down on her and the scent of sex being hopefully washed away, Aine still had no idea how to explain to her parents how getting basically raped by a feral pokegirl had galvanized her desire to leave home and finally embark on her tamer’s journey. She could not even explain it to herself.

The house lights were on, and Aine could see the outline of someone standing in the window. After a moment the front door opened and she could see her mother standing in the door way. She was still too far away to see her face, but she knew her mother would have the same worried and disappointed look she always had whenever Aine stayed out late or did something unexpectedly foolish. Insanely, Aine could not help but think of the apples she had left behind on top of the boulder in the woods. Her mother would be upset she had forgotten them.

'God, I think she’ll have more to be upset about then apples tonight,' Aine scolded herself for getting side tracked. As she approached the door, Aine put the pokeball containing her new pokegirl back in its spot on her belt.

'Might as well get dry first…'


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Well. So goes the first chapter. In all likelihood I did not put every tag on this story as will be in here, but it should give the generally idea.

Please review if you have the time, as I need the mental boost to continue writing. I also very much appreciate constructive criticism, as I am always looking to improve my writing.

See you all in the next chapter.