12-20-2006, 02:46 PM
..."Wondrous...a gathering..."
Vaporeon trilled to itself quietly, being sure to hide his voice, and his presence. He slinked away from the clearing that now seemed to be absolutely littered with trainers and Pokemon alike, sleekly muscled form slipping between surrounding trees, shadows of the canopy filtering over him like a soak. He wasn't far from a good, safe, aquatic hiding spot, but he at least wanted to get a good look at the invaders, despite the obvious debilitating effects of that lustful disease, silently thinking to himself through analysis.
It was certainly an odd gathering, Water-type male shading his eyes with a curious look at his maw. Of course, under unnatural influence...he inspected just how attractive each and every member of the party was...
Kabutops...male. Torchic...male. Umbreon...female...a bit meek. Probably uninfected anyway. Dragonai-...well...huh...that's an...odd one. Marshtomp...
He gave a pause, a shiver aching through his skin, pausing to stare intently from the shade. The female looked very lively, at least...thus far, the most exciting of the bunch, setting a murr in his throat, forcing him to shake it off.
He gave a pale huff...simply slinking back farther into the brush, perhaps going against his better judgment in watching rather than fleeing to a nice, cozy lake. It was unsettling, of course, being one of the few Pokemon without a trainer, and so close to those with Pokeballs...
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That saddened wail followed the 'rolling pink ball of doom' throughout her heartbroken escape, knocking down a few small trees and crushing several unfortunate Wurmple and Caterpie along the way. Finally, she settled into a more relaxed state, unrolling and walking about on two legs with a sullen, wanting look on her face.
That is...until she came upon a certain scene, Pokemon and trainer getting quite a bit closer in their intimacy. The hormones hit the poor dairy cow like a brick wall, eyes falling to half-mast with an inquisitive pout on her lips, a blush to her round cheeks. She walked about the lake, lowly murring Miltank, a bit naive to exactly how the activity was working. She was less accustomed to the blowjob, usually dealing with the simple 'bend over and take it' philosophy. Still, seeing the tremendous size of the male human (Which wasn't as odd as it sounded. Like a Blaziken without feathers...or a much less muscular Machoke...both of which she'd rutted with along her way).
The Arcanine seemed to be in charge...which was odd, but not completely illogical, round cow Pokemon chirping out words of Poke-language to the fiery dog. "Wow...is he...is he yers? Where'd ya catch 'em?"
Vaporeon trilled to itself quietly, being sure to hide his voice, and his presence. He slinked away from the clearing that now seemed to be absolutely littered with trainers and Pokemon alike, sleekly muscled form slipping between surrounding trees, shadows of the canopy filtering over him like a soak. He wasn't far from a good, safe, aquatic hiding spot, but he at least wanted to get a good look at the invaders, despite the obvious debilitating effects of that lustful disease, silently thinking to himself through analysis.
It was certainly an odd gathering, Water-type male shading his eyes with a curious look at his maw. Of course, under unnatural influence...he inspected just how attractive each and every member of the party was...
Kabutops...male. Torchic...male. Umbreon...female...a bit meek. Probably uninfected anyway. Dragonai-...well...huh...that's an...odd one. Marshtomp...
He gave a pause, a shiver aching through his skin, pausing to stare intently from the shade. The female looked very lively, at least...thus far, the most exciting of the bunch, setting a murr in his throat, forcing him to shake it off.
He gave a pale huff...simply slinking back farther into the brush, perhaps going against his better judgment in watching rather than fleeing to a nice, cozy lake. It was unsettling, of course, being one of the few Pokemon without a trainer, and so close to those with Pokeballs...
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That saddened wail followed the 'rolling pink ball of doom' throughout her heartbroken escape, knocking down a few small trees and crushing several unfortunate Wurmple and Caterpie along the way. Finally, she settled into a more relaxed state, unrolling and walking about on two legs with a sullen, wanting look on her face.
That is...until she came upon a certain scene, Pokemon and trainer getting quite a bit closer in their intimacy. The hormones hit the poor dairy cow like a brick wall, eyes falling to half-mast with an inquisitive pout on her lips, a blush to her round cheeks. She walked about the lake, lowly murring Miltank, a bit naive to exactly how the activity was working. She was less accustomed to the blowjob, usually dealing with the simple 'bend over and take it' philosophy. Still, seeing the tremendous size of the male human (Which wasn't as odd as it sounded. Like a Blaziken without feathers...or a much less muscular Machoke...both of which she'd rutted with along her way).
The Arcanine seemed to be in charge...which was odd, but not completely illogical, round cow Pokemon chirping out words of Poke-language to the fiery dog. "Wow...is he...is he yers? Where'd ya catch 'em?"