Pokemon Love - Flygon (Preview)
This was base on a little rp me and my friend did a while ago, of my human OC (aka Brandon) and a Flygon doing what else? Hope you like this little preview, and yes I will be able to do any sort of rp and make it into a story if anyone would like to.
The newly eighteen year old human Pokémon had both eyes closed, his black hair long and pushed slightly back as he held one hand over his eyes, the other hanging off the sofa where he laid. His right foot held up by the arm of the brown leather sofa, while his other foot planted firmly on the ground. He wore his same old blue sweater, which was opened to show a white shirt underneath, his sleeves of the sweater was a deep black like the night, the cuffs white. His skin was a tan shade, from all the time he would spend outside training or just walking around with his one Pokémon he owned and wanted to own. His blue pants were ripped around the cuffs a bit from years or ware and tear, the once rich navy blue now a light worn one. The home he stayed use to belong to his mother, but after she left for a job somewhere across the seas which did not allow Pokémon to stay, Brandon decided to stay; for he didn't want to see Flygon alone. The two had always been together, since Brandon was old enough to train; his female Flygon had always been by his side. In fact he'd been by Pokémon so much, that he could somewhat understand what they would say; but Brandon would teach his Flygon English, even though it couldn't speak quite as well as a human would, it would be able to get it's meaning out ether way. The blip of Brandon computer caused the teen green eyes to open up and turn on his side, seeing that he had a message from his mother. He sighed and opened to read it, telling him that she got the job and found a home, in fact she was making so much money, and that she paid Brandon's rent for up to a year! He wrote her back, telling her how much he loved how she did that for him. She again wrote back asking why he didn't want to come, saying that if they ever did come back he could always get another Pokémon, Brandon told her that he cared for Flygon too much to let her go, even though in truth; the Flygon didn't want to be let go by Brandon.
Saying his goodbyes and letting his love known to his mother, Brandon sighed off, as the door to the house opened. A large green like dragon Pokémon made its way in. where the eyes were, red lines were seen covering the eyes on the inside, Brandon would joke with it saying that it had bug eyes, and it would only slap him with its wing; standing close to seven feet, while Brandon only six foot two, the Pokémon easily towered over him with ease. Wings tucked back behind it back, and its fan like tail swaying as it walked.
"Hey there Saira," Brandon called out as the Pokémon made its way in closing the door behind it. "Did you enjoy your fly?"
"Fun," speaking with a female like voice, as she smiled lightly her tail wagging a bit behind her. Even though she at time spoke in a simple like answer, Brandon could still know what she was talking about. "Who on computer?"
"Oh that was my mother," he answered. "She just emailed me, saying that she paid the rent up to a year for us."
"Nice of her," she answered as Brandon nodded lightly.
"Yeah it was," he sighed and went back to lying on his back. Saira tilted her head to the side as she watched Brandon. She had never seen him so drained before, and she never seen him home so early when he was always out with his girlfriend.
"Where mate?" asked Saira going over to his side as Brandon shook his head lightly.
"She's not my mate," he answered as he turned on his side as she only tilted her head and nudged his shoulder.
"Why no mate?"
"Because she cheated on my with my best friend, best human friend I mean." Saira blinked and became saddened by this, crawling up on the sofa and laying facing Brandon, she hugged Brandon and nuzzle his neck and face.
"You find mate one day," she told him. "She makes you happy and has eggs." Brandon laughed and rubbed her snout and neck. No matter what, Saira always made him happy in the simplest ways possible; this was one of the reasons he could tell her anything.
They stayed there together, hugging each other and rubbing, when Brandon felt something start to happen. Pushing the Pokémon away slightly he got up and turned away from her.
"I'll uh...be right back." He ran toward his bedroom and closed and locked the door, leaning on his door and panted, looking down to see a tent in his pants as his breathing was labour. Somehow the Pokémon had aroused him to the point it was almost painful. What is wrong with me? He asked himself as he shook is head. A few nights ago, he came across a website where trainers and their Pokémon would mate with each other; he even masturbated to a video of a woman in her mid twenty and an Arcanine! He took a huge deep breath, closing his eyes and allowed his member to grow smaller again before opening the door to walk downstairs, he had never thought of Saira as something like they could do that together, but then remembering the Pokémon just went into heat just a few days ago. Granted there were no Flygon's around for miles, and Saira did not want to have an egg for a while, she did have her ways with a few of the males Pokémon around. Many were only small since she was the strongest one around; she even took out an Onix one time with one attack! He was about to go back to the living room to say sorry for leaving like that when he saw something. Saira went bent where he was sitting, her nose pressed on the spot, sniffing in deeply as her body quivered slightly, she even moaned out as she licked at the sofa, shaking more. Brandon use to help a Breeder back when he was sixteen, but quit when one of the males tried to rape him, so he knew the sighs of what was going on. She had smelled his lust and was trying to taste it, and by the way she was shivering and shaking, she was enjoying it.
Gulping slightly, sweat pouring down the side of his neck as he saw her large red tongue wash over the spot over and over again, his hands clutched slightly until he cleared his throat making her look up in surprise.
"Brandon?" she squeaked slightly looking away blushing though her green skin as Brandon smiled slightly and went over and sat by her. "Sorry...not nice of me to lick spot."
"It's alright," he told her touching her neck as she quivered. "It's just your heat right?"
"Heat...mate..." she nodded slightly as Brandon rubbed her neck and back.
"None of the males could help you?" She shook her head slightly as she looked to him.
"They can never help," she told him. "They too small, no love, no release."
"Yeah that must suck huh?" he laughed slightly as she nodded.
"You love me?" she asked tilting her head looking at him.
"You know I do," he rubbed her head more and kissed her snout as she shook her head looking at him harder.
"Love me, mate?" Brandon blinked slightly looking at her as her tail draped around his leg. "You love me, mate?" Brandon only stared right into her eyes, his confusion and worry easily seen as she cocked her head to the side as he sighed, he was already remember the videos of the trainers and their Pokémon, making a small tent in his pants to form, he shook his head; he couldn't and wouldn't do that!
"Saira," he spoke holding her shoulders firmly. "I do love you, believe me when I say that...but if people found out what we did, they might take you away and put me to jail!"
"Keep with us?" she asked, tightening her tail around his leg more causing him to jump slightly. "Brandon my friend, Brandon my crush,"
"Saira..."
"Please...." There was a need in her voice; Brandon knew how baldy her heat was to her, that was one of the reasons he allowed her outside to do what she could to stop her heat from making her go out of control.
His body was responding even more, his penis slowly growing larger in his pants, to the point where it was hurting him. He tried to shift, but when Saira moved to keep her close to him; her paw fell to his bump, causing him to gasp loudly as she looked to him, then down to where her paw was. A small smile on her muzzle was seen as she leaned closer, nuzzling his tent as he groaned, his hands on ether side of the sofa as he clutched the leather to the point it was almost ripping. Brandon had never had sex before, he was going to with his ex, in fact that was one of the reasons why he went there that day, but when he found his now ex best friend, pounding into her on his back; he knew it was not going to happen. And now, there was a Pokémon before him, his Pokémon, that wanted to mate with him, wanted to be his mate; and he didn't want to.
"This...is so...uh...wrong," he tried with all his might to stop her with words, his body no longer doing what he wanted, to push her away. But the Pokémon heard his voice, even though he claimed to want to make her stop, she heard his pled not to stop. Remember when she was younger, the videos he use to watch, and her herself watching them, she remembered that the male liked it when the female would rubbed their members with their hands. Looking down at her claws, she reminded herself that she needed to be careful for she might harm him. Hooking her claws around his pants, she slowly started to drop them, even when his hands went up to pull them up, they didn't have the strength or the will to allow him to.