IntriguedLover
Ruby Mistress of Desire
- Joined
- Jul 18, 2012
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Pre-story:
This world we live in -- this wonderful world. It's filled with creatures called Pokémon. Trainers from all corners of the world go on adventures to capture and train these creatures. For hundreds of years, Pokémon and humans have lived together in harmony. But as of late, the Pokémon have been evolving into looking more like humans. Certain male Pokémon have been growing taller and growing larger appendages. Females, on the other hand, have been looking like their human counterparts. Breasts fully grown and not to mention other parts of their bodies. This has caused many Pokémon to go into hiding because of what they're wanted for. They're not being used to battle as much anymore, but for the trainer's use instead.
Current story:
http://bbs-p2.acafe.jp/sp/image.php?&pn=2&pid=bihuemcp032001&w=300
I'm not a normal Blaziken. I have a name. Kelly. That's the name I gave myself after I ran away from my previous trainer. He called me Blazikel, but I never liked it, especially when he did what he did to me. He beat me. He made me do unspeakable things. For him. For his friends. It was not right. I was taught telepathy and can speak for my own. But most of the time he kept a rope around my neck. 'To keep me in line,' he would say. I ran away after burning his home to the ground. One fire spin was all it took. I couldn't handle it anymore.
I ran and I ran. I kept running. I'm still running. Far from my home. Or at least what I used to call home. I have no place for my own now. I'm nobody's pet. I'm...I'm my own person. Well, Pokémon. I have now come across a riverbed. I sit upon the grass, feeling it touch my ass. I am wearing human clothes. A tight bikini bottom and a half buttoned shirt. My breasts are quite perky, even perkier than any Gardevoir or Bisharp. I am beautiful. At least I think I am. I look at my reflection in the water. My stomach growls for food. For sustenance. I sniff the air as I stand up. I smell...corn? No, not corn. Something. Something that makes my heart jump. It smells like Pokémon food, but something is different about it. I run along the river's edge, only to find a campfire in the distance. I slow my speed as I near the clearing. I look to the campfire and see a man sitting there. Another trainer? I'm not sure. I try to move closer only to step on a branch, alerting him to my location. I raise my head up, showing my beak, ready to blow fire if I need to in self defense.
Then I see the food, I look to it, focusing on the campfire. It smells so good. "May I have a bite?" I ask, curiously.
This world we live in -- this wonderful world. It's filled with creatures called Pokémon. Trainers from all corners of the world go on adventures to capture and train these creatures. For hundreds of years, Pokémon and humans have lived together in harmony. But as of late, the Pokémon have been evolving into looking more like humans. Certain male Pokémon have been growing taller and growing larger appendages. Females, on the other hand, have been looking like their human counterparts. Breasts fully grown and not to mention other parts of their bodies. This has caused many Pokémon to go into hiding because of what they're wanted for. They're not being used to battle as much anymore, but for the trainer's use instead.
Current story:
http://bbs-p2.acafe.jp/sp/image.php?&pn=2&pid=bihuemcp032001&w=300
I'm not a normal Blaziken. I have a name. Kelly. That's the name I gave myself after I ran away from my previous trainer. He called me Blazikel, but I never liked it, especially when he did what he did to me. He beat me. He made me do unspeakable things. For him. For his friends. It was not right. I was taught telepathy and can speak for my own. But most of the time he kept a rope around my neck. 'To keep me in line,' he would say. I ran away after burning his home to the ground. One fire spin was all it took. I couldn't handle it anymore.
I ran and I ran. I kept running. I'm still running. Far from my home. Or at least what I used to call home. I have no place for my own now. I'm nobody's pet. I'm...I'm my own person. Well, Pokémon. I have now come across a riverbed. I sit upon the grass, feeling it touch my ass. I am wearing human clothes. A tight bikini bottom and a half buttoned shirt. My breasts are quite perky, even perkier than any Gardevoir or Bisharp. I am beautiful. At least I think I am. I look at my reflection in the water. My stomach growls for food. For sustenance. I sniff the air as I stand up. I smell...corn? No, not corn. Something. Something that makes my heart jump. It smells like Pokémon food, but something is different about it. I run along the river's edge, only to find a campfire in the distance. I slow my speed as I near the clearing. I look to the campfire and see a man sitting there. Another trainer? I'm not sure. I try to move closer only to step on a branch, alerting him to my location. I raise my head up, showing my beak, ready to blow fire if I need to in self defense.
Then I see the food, I look to it, focusing on the campfire. It smells so good. "May I have a bite?" I ask, curiously.