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- >Your friend was generally a nice person
- >They were an adept trainer, friendly with their Pokemon, good at what they did, generally kind to people
- >Most of the time, you were happy to call them a friend
- >Right now?
- >Not so much
- >They'd practically suckered you into this one
- >You were told that while Weavile in general would be a dangerous species to have around, this particular Weavile was downright passive (lie #1)
- >You were told that Weavile would need little more care than some food and water (lie #2)
- >You were told you'd hardly notice she was there (lie #3)
- >And you were told it would only be for a week anyway (lie #4)
- >In reverse order, then:
- >Your friend's flight had been delayed by a blizzard that actually destroyed some of the planes; he's been busy helping out with his Typhlosion
- >Weavile may not have been attention-hungry, but she bounced off the fucking walls
- >Your electricity bills were spiking sharply from all the time she spent sitting outside your fridge, just because the early-spring (read: a few degrees shy of freezing) weather wasn't cold enough for her
- >And you had more than a few scratches from her "play" fighting
- >You were counting the days until your friend got back at this point
- >You'd say things couldn't get much worse, but you knew that would just taunt Murphy
- >Apparently, even thinking it could call down Murphy's wrath
- >On the morning of the tenth day since your friend told you he'd pick up Weavile in a week, you rolled yourself out of bed and nearly slipped on a patch of ice on the floor
- >What a wonderful start to the day
- >You walked downstairs, narrowly avoiding two more patches of black ice
- >What the fuck was with her today?
- >You opened the fridge, half-expecting to see that she'd crammed herself in there
- >From the looks of it, she might have, but she wasn't there any more
- >Now that you thought about it, it was kinda weird that she hadn't shown up by now
- >Usually, she was insisting that you get the can opener right now, with use of her claws for emphasis
- >Not that she couldn't have opened the cans herself, she just didn't like to get her claws dirty
- >Well, you should probably find her at some point
- >After you finished the most relaxing breakfast you'd eaten in ten days, you decided that you should probably go look for Weavile
- >An hour later, you finally stood and wandered off in search of her
- >Two hours later, you were feeling somewhat perplexed
- >She was never this quiet, and she never missed a chance to bother you for food if she thought she could get away with it
- >Well, the last place you hadn't checked was the attic
- >She did go up there sometimes, just for the cold air
- >You'd given up on getting the attic door shut, so maybe...
- >Sure enough, you nearly slipped on yet another patch of black ice under the attic
- >The attic trapdoor was shut, too, meaning that she might have just gotten stuck up there somehow
- >While it would serve her right, you didn't want her to starve before your friend could come get her - he was still your friend, after all
- >With a sigh, you pulled out the stepladder and set it up under the trapdoor
- >You climbed up and shoved the trapdoor open, letting it land behind you with a heavy thud
- >No little red-and-grey ball of sharp bits came flying at you
- >But there was a strange, vaguely organic smell that reminded you of her
- >...you'd better check and see she wasn't hurt up here
- >But if she'd pissed on the floor you were going to toss her off the roof
- >Grumbling to yourself, you pulled yourself through the trapdoor, taking a look around at all the things you'd stored up here
- >Box of Christmas decorations, Grandpa's old sea chest, box of kiddy clothing, Weavile on the ceiling, ancient drafting table, hangers filled with tablecloths...
- >Wait
- >You do a double-take in exactly the same moment as Weavile launches herself at you
- >You land hard on your back, and she lands on your chest
- >Swearing loudly, you move to get up
- >Weavile lays one razor-sharp claw across your throat, and you freeze
- >She's never done that before
- >Now that you look at her, there are some differences
- >Her mammary glands appear to have swollen up a little under her fur
- >She's breathing heavier than usual, even more than she usually is after she attacks you
- >She feels warmer than normal where she kneels on your chest
- >Her crest, usually dull red and pressed together, is particularly bright
- >Most tellingly, you can feel your shirt slowly start to dampen under her
- >...Oh no
- >You remember doing some research on Weavile back when you first agreed to look after her
- >One of the sites you visited had something on the mating habits of wild Weavile
- >During the mating season, both males and females will lure their chosen mates from their packs and assault them, practically raping their unfortunate victims
- >It's possible to turn the tables on a Weavile in a mating heat by physically overpowering it, but given their sharp claws this can be difficult
- >The site warned that since Weavile tend to pick the strongest and largest mates they can find, Weavile intending to mate with Trainers during heat is not uncommon
- >Trainers are cautioned to watch for signs of heat, including unusually vibrant crests and patches of dangerous hidden ice (traps that may incapacitate the Weavile's mate), and to never pursue a Weavile in heat into an isolated place
- >Of course, it's only NOW that you remember
- >Weavile brings you back to reality with a quick slash at your pants
- >You instinctively shiver as the razor-sharp claws narrowly miss your junk, but slice through denim and cloth like tissue paper
- >A few more slashes quickly reveals your cock, and Weavile purrs - or growls - low in her throat when she sees it revealed
- >She slides down your body, keeping one claw pressed to your skin and drawing a tear in your shirt
- >Dammit, you kind of liked that shirt
- >You're brought out of your frozen reverie by a strangely pleasurable sensation
- >Weavile is slowly licking along your shaft, rapidly bringing you to full erection
- >The fine tips of her claws are beating out a gentle tattoo on your surrounding skin
- >The chill, the very real danger, and the licking is actually starting to get you hard
- >You begin to wonder if your friend set you up for this
- >So you'd looked at some Pokemon porn once, so what
- >Everyone had that one shameful jack-off session to Gardevoir (maybe Machoke for girls), and, well, Braixen isn't TOO far off that, right?
- >And you'd cleared your history anyway
- >And besides, Weavile is a hell of a step away from a humanlike Pokemon like that
- >...but between your rapidly stiffening cock and your subtle awareness that Weavile is actually beautiful, you're having trouble justifying yourself
- >Evidently, you're hard enough for her
- >You can feel her moving, even if you don't dare look too closely, as she crawls up between your legs
- >Then you gasp in pleasure as she impales herself on you in a single drop
- >God, she's tight, and small to boot - you can feel the head of your dick practically brushing her cervix
- >There's a little bit of chill in there, but rather than killing your erection, it's actually pleasant
- >You look up in time to see her throw back her head and yowl, a throaty yell that makes clear just how much she's enjoying this
- >Then she starts to ride you
- >She's not gentle, not in the slightest
- >If she weren't so small, you'd fear for the integrity of your pelvis
- >She's bouncing her whole body up and down, claws forgotten by her sides, eyes half-closed in pleasure
- >If you look closely, you can even see the bulge your dick is making in her smooth belly
- >Half-forgetting yourself, you reach up to massage her small breasts
- >She scratches you
- >She actually scratches you, lashing out to mark three red lines across your chest
- >She hisses too, a snarling, spitting noise that makes you lie back down before you can really process what just happened
- >When you're lying still again, her hackles finally go down, and she slowly starts to ride you again
- >But you're pissed now
- >Another memory comes to mind, from the same site - apparently, if a Weavile selects another Weavile as a mate, the target will sometimes overpower the initiator and more or less rape them back
- >In that case, the subsequent roles of the initiator and the victim will invert, with the initiator becoming subservient to the "victim"
- >If she's going to play "natural," then you can too
- >Without warning, you surge upright, grabbing her wrists and bearing her down under you
- >She snarls and tries to slash at you again, but you have the advantages of surprise and pure mass, trapping her arms at her sides
- >She snaps at your face, but you don't allow yourself to flinch back
- >Instead, you snarl right back at her before - for lack of better options - bashing your head into hers
- >She's stunned for a second, head wobbling dizzily
- >When she recovers, your teeth are bared at her throat
- >Turnabout is fair fucking play
- >A change comes over her, then
- >She looks away from you, appearing unwilling to meet your eyes
- >She stops struggling, lying meek and still under you
- >...Could it really be that easy?
- >Regardless, you're way too horny to stop just because you've won
- >You pull back from her neck cautiously, but there's no reaction other than for her to tuck her head down gingerly
- >Alright then
- >Time for a little bit of vengeance
- >Now it's you who's fucking her roughly
- >You slam into her hard, bottoming out each time, making the small bulge in her torso leap as you bury your cock in her repeatedly
- >Her pussy is amazing for it - the subtle chill seems to numb your cock just a little, simultaneously letting you last longer and preventing you from hurting yourself driving into her too hard
- >She screams and writhes under you, but doesn't seem too eager to actually try to pull away from your grip
- >And, from what you can hear, she's enjoying this as much as you are
- >As you get close to your climax, you make the mistake
- >You release one of her arms, intending to rub her breasts
- >In an instant, she's moving again, freed arm flashing up towards your face
- >You recoil back and up, pushing yourself into a seated position, but she follows you
- >You can't move quickly enough to recapture her arm; instead, you close your fingers around her neck at the same time that the tips of her claws touch the hollow of your throat
- >It's a Mexican standoff
- >You stop moving in fear, a part of you frustrated that you got so close only to fuck up at the last instant
- >Weavile snarls in frustration and, tucking her legs into yours, slams her body against you
- >You pull back a little, surprised, bringing her neck with you
- >Tiny beads of blood appear around your throat
- >At this point, you've run out of fucks to give except literal ones
- >This bitch has tormented you, nearly raped you, attacked you, and tried to metaphorically backstab you
- >You're going to fill her up with your cum if it kills you
- >You push up into her again, and are rewarded with that throaty purr of pleasure
- >Your grip loosens slightly around her throat, but rather than try to pull away, she moves her claws a few inches to point at your collarbone instead
- >Encouraged, you thrust again
- >Weavile pushes herself into you and against you, her small breasts rubbing up against your body
- >Your arm moves to wrap around her, and her claws are thrown across your back
- >You're not sure if you're still fighting anymore
- >In the next minute, she comes
- >Her head goes back, her eyes close, and she yowls straight into your chest
- >Her pussy clamps and ripples around your cock, trying to milk it dry
- >Her claws rake across your back as she grips you as tight as she can, leaving red furrows down your sides
- >It's all too much for you, and you give a groaning snarl of pleasure, crushing her to you as you explode inside of her
- >The two of you stay that way for some time, your cock still embedded in her dripping pussy, neither of you willing to move
- >At last, she pushes herself away from you
- >Your cock falls out of her with a quiet popping sound, and she gasps a little as she feels it go
- >Clearly unable to really walk straight,she totters her way over to the only small window in your attic and curls up beneath it
- >Meanwhile, you make your own wobbly way down to the bathroom
- >You should probably put some hydrogen peroxide or something on those cuts
- >By the time your friend comes back, you and Weavile have established a kind of relationship where you still hate each other
- >Except now you fuck each other, or fight each other, or both simultaneously
- >It's kinda hard to tell
- >He smirks a little when you answer the door with a bright red gash still present on your cheek (she's got a corresponding bruise on her left ribs, the little minx)
- >Your face goes white, but he just laughs and twists to show you a pale white scar on his left shoulderblade
- >Her sister was a feisty one too, he says
- >Taking care of one is a full-time job, so he's glad you took on hers
- >Especially with her heat coming on, that would've been near impossible
- >Wait, what?
- >Oh, he says, and if you need help installing a cooling unit, he knows a guy who knows a guy
- >You stand speechless in your front door as he walks away whistling
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