12-22-2006, 04:01 PM
Vaporeon, of course, just had to pipe himself up from the sidelines, suddenly ignoring his contracted disease or needed flight to fresh water. He hadn't watched a battle in a long while, though he preferred contests and such, but he could at least make his commentary, soft trills echoing almost annoyingly in the ears of the two competitors, the obnoxiously overbearing comments of a self-proclaimed battle and contest expert. He had enough experience, at least.
"She's a Dark-type. Don't you know any Fighting-type attacks? You won't get anywhere with just Water and Normal stuff."
"You're an Umbreon. Don't just dodge. You're built to take attacks. Can't you even do Moonlight yet? Take the attacks, heal with Moonlight, then knock her down when she's fatigued. Running around is for a Jolteon..."
"Who trained you? A cripped Magikarp? Or just a dumb one?"
He completely forgot about his primal need to breed...and then breed some more, nostalgic about his commentary on proper battling etiquette. Sure, he was abandoned...that didn't mean he couldn't be a smartass!
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Milty's breath got slightly heavy, just seeing the domineering female take her own trainer in broad daylight. And, by the likes of it, she didn't look like she'd be sharing, the poor Miltank's chest already bulging with the presence of her bust (As if she'd need one, having an utter. Probably an adaptation, since males were breast-loving pervs) In an act of female-in-heat desperation, she could at least try to appease both of the copulating creatures, dipping down between Arcanine's hindlegs...long, pink tongue wrapping around a portion of the unfortunate male's cock, sliding it in circles around his shaft and the broiling heat of the fiery dog's sexlips!
"She's a Dark-type. Don't you know any Fighting-type attacks? You won't get anywhere with just Water and Normal stuff."
"You're an Umbreon. Don't just dodge. You're built to take attacks. Can't you even do Moonlight yet? Take the attacks, heal with Moonlight, then knock her down when she's fatigued. Running around is for a Jolteon..."
"Who trained you? A cripped Magikarp? Or just a dumb one?"
He completely forgot about his primal need to breed...and then breed some more, nostalgic about his commentary on proper battling etiquette. Sure, he was abandoned...that didn't mean he couldn't be a smartass!
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Milty's breath got slightly heavy, just seeing the domineering female take her own trainer in broad daylight. And, by the likes of it, she didn't look like she'd be sharing, the poor Miltank's chest already bulging with the presence of her bust (As if she'd need one, having an utter. Probably an adaptation, since males were breast-loving pervs) In an act of female-in-heat desperation, she could at least try to appease both of the copulating creatures, dipping down between Arcanine's hindlegs...long, pink tongue wrapping around a portion of the unfortunate male's cock, sliding it in circles around his shaft and the broiling heat of the fiery dog's sexlips!