Corruption of the Innocent
Or
Leavanny on Third Base

This is a story of how I lost my childhood innocence and became corrupted with knowledge of Third Base.

So, there I was, just an innocent kid of barely 12 years old playing baseball with my family’s pokemon. Mostly grass type pokemon. We lived in the country where grass types were abundant.

I was at bat, and my Weepinbell was behind me acting as Catcher. Simisage was pitching. My Leavanny and Ivysaur were working the Infield, while my Grovyle was in the Outfield.
“Come on, Simisage! Fling is hard! I want a fastball!” I called out.
Simisage squealed and tossed it as hard as he could. I hammered that ball as hard as I could. It sailed over Leavanny’s head toward our imaginary foul line.
“Aw man, a foul ball.” I said.
Grovyle rushed over and retrieved the ball. He tossed it to Leavanny, and she tossed it to Simisage.

I readied myself for another pitch. Simisage flung the ball, and I could tell it was coming in fast. I gripped my bat and smashed that baseball with all the force in my arms.
“Oh yeah!” I said as the ball rocketed through the air.
I tossed the bat aside when, to my shock, I saw the baseball fly right into Leavanny’s abdomen. My joy turned to concern. Instead of rushing to First, I went to see if Leavanny was all right.
“Oh my god! Time out, guys. Time out!” I said.
All of us went to Leavanny’s aid. She stood hunched over clutching her body where the baseball had hit her.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
Leavanny smiled a pained smile. She tried to look like she was doing fine… but she couldn’t. She collapsed clutching her abdomen. I would later find out that she had been hit almost directly in her genitals, but at the time I was unaware of this.

Anyway, I knew she needed help. I lived out in the country, far away from most pokemon centers, so I would have to take her back home. 
“Come on, guys. Game’s off. We gotta get Leavanny back.” I said.
Grovyle, Weepinbell, Ivysaur, and Simisage helped lift Leavanny for me. I held Leavanny in my arms and lifted her up on my back. She was surprisingly light for her size.
“Come on, Leavanny. You’re going to be okay.” I said.

Grovyle picked up the baseball bat, the ball, and my backpack. We all rushed home as fast as we could. My other pokemon stayed in the yard while I took Leavanny into the living room and set her down on the sofa. Mom and Dad weren’t around, they were both still at work. I went into the first aid cabinet and got out a large icy-hot patch. I took it out of the package and laid it on Leavanny’s wound. She moaned in pain. She hated icy-hot, but it would keep the swelling down.
“I know it’s uncomfortable but it’s good for you, trust me.” I said.
I sat down next to Leavanny and let her cradle her head on my lap. I gently stroked the side of her face.
“It’s going to be okay, girl. It’s going to be okay.” I said, trying to comfort her.

A few moments later the icy-hot patch turned from icy to hot. Leavanny moaned with even more discomfort than before. She hated the heat just as much as she hated the cold. She groaned and sniveled and grunted. I couldn’t take it much longer. It hurt me to see her like this. Against my better judgment I removed the icy-hot patch. Leavanny sighed a breath of relief. So did I.

I shifted over to get a better look at Leavanny’s abdomen. A small bruise could be seen, but it was otherwise looking a little better. I went to touch it, which in retrospect was a bad idea, considering how tender it was. Leavanny whimpered softly as I touched the warm spot where the icy-hot had been. A clear white liquid escaped from her spinnerets, obviously not her normal webbing. I thought it was a little odd and hoped it wasn’t some kind of vital fluid, like I had hit an important organ or something. Leavanny pushed my hand away.
“Oh, sorry. Yeah, I shouldn’t touch it. It probably hurts.” I said.
I scooted a little closer and held her upper body in my arms. I felt horrible that I had accidentally caused her this much pain. I was the one who had hit the baseball into her, after all. Still, though, sports are sports and you get hurt sometimes. As I held her, Leavanny slowly fell asleep. That was good. A little rest was probably all it took for her to get back in shape.

My attention slowly turned back to Leavanny’s spinnerets. A tiny bit more of that strange clear liquid oozed out. I got a little bit on my fingers to see what it smelled like. It didn’t smell like urine or blood, so that was good. Mom would’ve been mad if Leavanny had peed on the sofa. No, it smelled kinda heavy and salty, like my mom’s laundry. I was intrigued by it. I started feeling around Leavanny’s spinnerets to see where the strange liquid was coming from. As my hands wandered, Leavanny moaned in her sleep. I didn’t sound pained, though. She sounded almost like she was enjoying it.

I played around with Leavanny’s spinnerets for a little while longer until my older brother Nick got home. He had just started college last semester and was taking summer classes to try and graduate quicker. His school was almost an hour’s drive away, so I could definitely see why he wanted to finish it up as fast as he could.
“Hey, Nick!” I said.
He looked at me on the sofa rubbing Leavanny’s spinnerets. He busted up laughing in an instant.
“Dude, do you know what you’re doing?” He said.
“Yeah, when I touch Leavanny’s webby things instead of sticky webs, this clear liquid comes out.” I said.
Nick laughed even more.
“Dude, that’s not any old liquid.” Nick said.
“Really? What is it?” I said.
Nick laughed even more.
“It’s umm… Milk! Yeah, it’s Leavanny milk. Don’t drink it, though. It’s not good for you.” Nick said.
“Milk? Really?” I said.
“Yeah, dude. You’re milking her. Except when you milk a Leavanny it’s not called ‘milking’, it’s called ‘jerking off’.” Nick said.
“So, I’m jerking off Leavanny?” I said.
Nick erupted in even more laughter. I couldn’t tell if he was joking with me or not. Mind you, I was only 12, and quite a sheltered kid. Sure, I knew the mechanics of sex; I had seen Tauros giving to Miltank in fields before. But I had basically no knowledge of female anatomy, much less pokemon’s female anatomy. I had never even seen a real life vagina, and I had no clue what masturbation was, or that sex could be pleasurable. As far as I knew sex was:
1. Humping
2. Pregnancy
3. Babies

Nick laughed a little more.
“Yeah, you’re jerking her all right. Better stop before Mom and Dad get home, though. They wouldn’t want to see you doing that on the sofa. You might make a mess.” Nick said.
“So, milk comes from there? Huh. Never knew.” I said.

I took my hand away from Leavanny’s spinnerets and went back to cradling her head. An awkward grimace was on her face, like she was both happy and uncomfortable both at once. I stayed with her the rest of the day still intrigued by the idea of “Leavanny Milk”, but kept quiet about it.

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The next day I was taking Leavanny with me on a walk to the creek. It was a small creek where local kids hung out. Now that I knew Leavanny could be milked I wanted to show my friends. I walked up to my buddy Greg.
“Hey, Greg. How’s it going?” I said.
“Not bad. Not bad at all.” Greg said.
“So, you’ll never guess what I found out yesterday.” I said.
“What?” Greg asked.
“Leavannies make milk!” I said.
Leavanny nervously quivered.
“But when you milk them, you call it ‘jerking off’, like ‘I am jerking off this Leavanny’.” I said.
I should add that Greg was just as sheltered as I was, so he too had no idea how dirty this was about to get.

I kneeled down next to Leavanny and started rubbing her right between her spinnerets. Leavanny moaned, but she also hid her face, completely humiliated by what was happening. I thought nothing of it. I just assumed she was shy since she had never been “milked” before.
“Whoah! Is that how you do it? Is that how you jerk off a Leavanny?” Greg asked.
“Yeah, you just rub her by her web-making thingies.” I said.
As I said this, a little bit of that clear liquid came out. I pointed to it with my other hand.
“See that stuff? That’s Leavanny milk. You can’t drink it, though.” I said.
“Cool.” Greg said.

I kept on jerking off Leavanny in front of my friend. Other kids came over to take a look. There was a small crowd now. Leavanny was extremely embarrassed. She was squirming and moaning, but she did nothing to stop me. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she was positively mortified, paralyzed with shame.

As I jerked off Leavanny, Mom’s car rolled by. She must have gotten a glimpse of what I was doing since she pulled over and walked right up to me. She had an outraged look on her face.
“What the hell are you doing?!?” She said.
I smiled and looked her right in the face.
“Relax, Mom. I’m just jerking off Leavanny.” I said.
Just as I said that, a whole lot of that clear liquid splashed from Leavanny’s spinnerets. It was like somebody popped a water balloon inside her. Leavanny moaned an oddly satisfied moan, though she still shamefully hid her face. Her legs trembled and she was loudly panting and gasping for air.

I looked back at Mom. She was so angry her face turned a dark shade of purple.
“GET AWAY FROM LEAVANNY! GET AWAY FROM HER NOW!” She screamed.
Mom rushed toward me and grabbed me by the ear. She dragged me back to the car and threw me in the back seat. Then she grabbed Leavanny and sat her down up front. She sped back home.
“Go to your room, Ronnie! Go to your room now! I never want to see you touching Leavanny ever again!” Mom screamed.
“Jeez.” I said.
It didn’t seem like a serious issue to me at the time. After all, I still thought I was simply milking her like a cow. Either way, I went to my room like Mom told me to and waited around.

Sometime later, after Mom had gotten to comforting Leavanny, she went upstairs to my room.
“What the hell has gotten into you, Ronnie? What the hell made you think you could get away with molesting poor little Leavanny in front of your friends?” Mom said.
“Molesting? What? No! I was jerking her off. You know, milking?” I said.
Mom gave me a weird look.
“You don’t think this is a big deal, do you? Do you?!?” Mom shouted.
“Okay, okay. Let me explain…” I said.
“Oh, I would LOVE to hear you explain this one, Ronnie.” Mom said, sarcastically.
“Okay, so yesterday I found out that when I touch her web-maker things this clear liquid comes out. Nick saw it too and he told me it was Leavanny milk.” I said.
“Uh huh. Right. Leavanny milk. God, I just don’t know what to do with you.” Mom said.
“Let me finish! Okay, so Nick told me that when you milk Leavanny it’s called ‘jerking off’. So, I went to go show my friends how to milk a Leavanny.” I said.
Mom raised her eyebrows.
“Well, that certainly sounds like something Nick would tell you…” Mom said, sighing.
“It’s just milking, right? What’s so bad about that? Tons of pokemon get milked all the time.” I said.

Mom sighed again.
“Listen, Ronnie, you weren’t really milking Leavanny.” She said.
“I wasn’t?” I said, confused.
“No. You know about that time you had that sexy dream and got white stuff all over the bed?” Mom said.
My blood ran cold.
“How did you know about that?” I asked.
“I do your laundry, Ronnie. I know these things.” Mom said.
She patted me on the shoulder.
“Ronnie, what you did to Leavanny was like what you did to the bed.” She said.
“I… I don’t follow.” I said.
“Imagine if someone took you out in front of your friends, pulled down your pants, and rubbed your crotch until white stuff came out. That’s what you just did to Leavanny.” Mom said.
I pictured myself getting molested like that and cringed.
“Oh. Oh my god. That’s what I was doing?” I said.
“Yeah. That’s what you were doing. Now please, Ronnie, please promise me you’ll never do that to Leavanny again.” Mom said.
“Oh, I promise.” I said, with real conviction behind my words.
Honestly, I felt like a monster now that I knew what I had done.
“Is… Is it okay if I go apologize to her? Can I apologize to Leavanny?” I said.
“I think that would be a good idea, yes.” Mom said.

I walked back down to the living room where Leavanny was sitting on the couch, the same couch where I had discovered how to jerk her off the day before. I sat down next to her and she trembled. Her face was one of both fear and joy. Maybe she still liked me? A little bit of that clear liquid escaped her. Maybe she was…turned on?
“Leavanny, I’m sorry I molested you in front of all our friends. I feel bad about it. Really, really bad. I didn’t know what I was doing, honest.” I said.
Leavanny sighed. She nodded her head.
“We… we can still be friends, right?” I said.
Leavanny looked up at me and smiled. She squeaked at me happily. I was forgiven.

…And from that moment on, I knew exactly how to pleasure a woman with my hands, thanks to a baseball injury, my childish innocence, and a little explanation from my mom.

The End.