Rustling in the Grass Lies a Girl

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"Who goes there?!" shouts out a young boy, no more than eleven.

The grass rustled again, quieter and more distant. The sound circled around the boy, at first staying at least ten meters away from him, but over time, it approached him.

"I-i'm not afraid to b-battle you!" he provoked, and held his partner's pokeball firm. He held it high, pressing the circular button on its front, letting the pokemon contained inside free. He shiveringly ordered, "Mimikyu, u-use Shadow Sneak!"

As his Mimikyu dipped into the shadows, a girl screamed, "Make sure to hold it tight, okay?!" before emerging from the grass in a leap, tackling the boy to the hallowed ground.

Before the boy's Mimikyu could reach him and remove the girl from on top of him, the girl's Haunter clasped it tightly, forcing it to watch its master be deflowered. The boy tried curling up into a fetal position, but the girl shimmied herself up his body, held him down with his wrists above his head with one hand, and used her weight to hold his waist still.

"Get off of me!" he yelled, but she didn't move an inch. Her fingers got caught in his mask's holes, and she slowly pulled it up and away from his face.

She smiled gently, before asking, "What's underneath this mask of yours?" Pushing it away, she saw a beautiful face, unmarked from years of hiding away behind an ivory shield. The only imperfections were salty lines running down from his eyes, but those can be washed away with a simple lick.

Oh she licked his face clean. His tears were delicious, and his skin was so smooth she felt ashamed of herself rubbing her dirty, coarse tongue across it. After giving the boy a good feline cleaning, she turned her head, and commanded, "Haunter, use Venoshock on the Mimikyu! I don't think I can hold down this kid without you."

Elongated purple spikes shot out of the Mimikyu, shaking it to the core. After several agonizing seconds, it dropped to the ground, unconscious, but alive. A hollow, anguished wail rose from the boy, as tears welled up before bursting down his face. He flailed, swinging himself around in the dirt, before Haunter siezed his hands in a cold, tight grip, and yanked them above his head.

The boy spat, "Who are you?"

"Oh, my name is Acerola," Acerola cooed, "But I want to know your name too." Before the boy could speak, Acerola looked at the mask, and saw a name carved on the inside. She said, "Allister, huh? Sounds adorable," while putting fake emphasis in her words.

Allister shouted, "When Mimikyu wakes up, he will kick your ass! Now let go!" He squirmed about, and the jerking of his body made Acerola slip a little. She slid down his length, and sat herself on his penis. It quivered and pulsated, prompting Acerola to rock herself back and forth along the rod.

Allister moaned, not showing his deep pleasure on his face, but Acerola saw right through his facade. Acerola tempted him with a playful, "Oh, are you about to crest?" before intensifying both her rubbing's forcefulness and the magnitude of how far she rubbed herself along him. "I hope you don't," she scoffed, "because we haven't even gotten to the best part!"

With a smug smile on her face, Acerola slowly grinded her grinding down, wiped her brow, and rolled onto her back. She fell on Allister's legs, before repositioning herself just above his large, fluffy socks.