My Life as a Pokemon Ranger (Chapter 14 is here!)

there goes my childhood

a neew one

Hey, this is Joe's writing partner and the other half of the team that brought you this and some of his other stuff. The chapter he posted up there was a solo one from him, and here's the solo chapter I wrote that he forgot to post.
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I waited until mum was asleep. That was my best bet for solitude. Privacy in my house was near-impossible until she was out like a light, luckily a heavy enough sleeper that I could actually live at night and not wake her up. Don't get me wrong, I love her to death, but she can be so restrictive sometimes. I wonder what would happen if she found out I blew so much of my allowance on things she would never approve of. Sure, she saw all the books, comics, video games, movies, and plushes that lined my bookshelves and racks and, in the case of the latter, my bed. But my allowance was more than it probably should have been to keep me up to date on this stuff, so I always had a fair amount of excess. That's where my other stuff came in.

The rest of my allowance went to funding that little nighttime hobby I had started a while back. It wasn't one I admitted liking to a whole lot of people, except some very open-minded friends, and even then I didn't find any who shared in my fetish. My money went to Pokemon-themed sex toys and DVDs featuring trainers--gym leaders, usually--being absolute sluts to anything that could fit in a Pokeball. I had some of the hard to find ones, too. Like the one featuring former Hoenn League champion May, the extended, uncut footage of Cynthia having sex with all 107 Sinnoh-native Pokemon, and the not Pokephilia but incredibly sexy nonetheless Candice/Maylene box set. The last one actually gave me a lot of questions about myself; somehow four full discs of two girls having sex with each other in every conceivable way, using toys I didn't think even possible, was probably my most played of everything I had, even more than "Jasmine and Flannery Star in: Through the Electivire and the Flames", which was nothing short of a work of art. Says something about my sexuality, I guess, though it's never really been an issue.

As much as my mum may be a giant prude, I'm fairly open about sex. Maybe that's why my mum sheltering me so much sent me straight to the back room of the seedy video store, and then the back room of the back room, where they kept the very illegal Pokeality stuff. Even with the Pokemon League seal of approval on the gym leader DVDs, it was still underground stuff, given the laws around it, but it was depressingly easy to find once you had the right connections. By that point, I didn't even need the video store. I found a very legit online site selling the usual nerdy stuff I always buy, but if you know the right page sequence, you can hit the mother lode on DVDs, and when they come with the mountains of comics and stuff I buy anyway, there's no way for mum to every suspect anything. It was the high life, for sure.

I snapped back to attention, afraid I had fallen asleep. I looked at the clock and, yes, I had missed about an hour. Oh well, it ensured mum was asleep. She was a very light sleeper up until you heard the snoring, at which point nothing could shake her, and I could hear the snoring real loud. I grinned as I snuck out of bed, rifling through the back row of my DVDs, where I kept all the good stuff. I was just in a flannel t-shirt, all but two buttons undone, and a pair of panties that had the raised, dripping behind of a Vulpix on the back--my mom was never allowed to see me in those.

"Come on, Jasmine, Light My Fire". The "fire" in the name meant for sure Flannery would be in there at some point. That girl wasn't just slutting it around with Pokemon. I had crossovers of her with every gym leader, and in each of them she managed to convince even reluctant, definitely heterosexual Roxanne into hot, steamy lesbian stuff mixed into the Pokemon sex. Sure, it was all an act and Roxanne loved pussy as much as the other gym leaders, but it was still a great piece.

I eagerly popped it in, decided to start on the first disc, Flannery-less, from what the back said, but I haven't seen this one yet, and I'd like to start fresh. I popped it in, then grabbed a box from under my bed. It wasn't well hidden at all, but my mom was restrictive and suffocating only so far as that she wanted me to be safe. She never checked my room or rifled through my things, so I knew this was safe as long as it wasn't in plain sight. I threw off the lid, and there sat my collection. Even though my friends may not have been into the stuff, they still marveled at my sex toys, because they were still incredible in their design and, in some cases, a lot better than the normal stuff. I decided to start big tonight, in contrast to going through the entire box set, with my Lucario dildo, perfectly shaped and contoured to replicate as accurately as possible with plastic a Lucario's penis.

I wasted no time positioning that sucker at my entrance once I had my panties bunched around my ankles, now dripping with anticipation as I awaited what my entire day had worked toward. I watched eagerly as it went through the usual crap; her name, where her gym is, her favorite type, how long she's been doing this, and some downright hilarious attempts at dirty talk from the camera guy that just sounded wrong. Then, once all the cheap stuff was out of the way, the shot jumped--much to my surprise--to what had to be the fastest transition not just to sex in one of these, but to full-on, heavy smut.

She was in the doggy style position, a Scizor pounding her ass furiously, a Lucario beneath her slamming into her pussy, and she slobbered over a Skarmory's long, hard cock like it was nobody's business. It was an abrupt jump right into the porn--quality gang bang porn at that--that was so rare nowadays. Of course, nobody wants to hear me be a Pokemon porn connoisseur.

As soon as the initial shock failed, I went right along, pumping the Lucario replica into my pussy, matching the rhythm of the movie's Lucario perfectly, and it was incredible, making me thrust against the dildo as I pounded myself with it. I only wished it were real, that an actual Lucario were beneath me, and that a Scizor would claim my ass and a Skarmory my mouth. I watched Jasmine whore herself all over the Pokemon cock and could think only envious thoughts, wishing I was there, that I could do anything to even one of those. Oh, the debauchery I could get into with just one Pokemon. I would have cum dripping from all my holes and still be screaming for more. I'd wear just one out between my libido and utter depravity.

Harder the Pokemon fucked the steel-type trainer, and harder I fucked myself. My spare hand unbuttoned my pajama shirt all the way, opening it and exposing my small breasts to the frigid air in my room; I liked it cold, and the feeling it had against my naked body was just a plus. I shrugged out of the shirt so that all I wore were my panties, bunched up around my ankle, watching the DVD earnestly as I thrust a fake, Lucario cock-shaped dildo into me and moaned out the name of a Pokemon who wasn't there.

Okay, yeah, I was kind of a lonely girl.

Apparently the jump cut was at the expense of actual scene length, because long before I was finished, Jasmine pulled away from the three Pokemon, who then got into position and, with a little help from her hands and mouth, unleashed massive loads that coated the gym leader in their sticky white cum. I hated when the money shot came while my end wasn't in sight. I sighed, continuing idly to slide the dildo into me. It adjusted well to my pussy, the contours providing an extra sensation, helped by the rather large girth of it.

The disc continued, but I seemed to be unsatisfied that night. I continued on, plunging that fake Lucario into me, screaming for release that never came. Jasmine got progressively more covered in cum, the goo getting into her hair and all over her breasts by the time the first disc was over. Disc two, hopefully, would fare a little better. For extra assurance, I also switched toys to something that usually got me out of spots like this. It was a long vibrator, even thicker than the Lucario, and shaped like a Gyarados. Not his penis, but like the Pokemon. And it had a vibrate feature on it that could put the real thing's Thrash move to shame. Hopefully, this would get me through.

Disc two started up and didn't even bother with pretense. In fact, it didn't bother with anything. As soon as the menu left, I was greeted by Jasmine being held by a Charizard, struggling about as convincingly as someone could in a porno, while Flannery straddled her thigh and groped her.

"The little steel-type slut's wondering about just how good fire Pokemon can be, Charizard? Well, little girl, I'll have you screaming for more of my Pokemons' steaming hot cocks by the end of the night." As she spoke, her hands kneaded Jasmine's small breasts and she even provocatively grinded her pussy against her milky thigh. "But I'm not only going to have you screaming for cock by the end." She licked up the girl's face before Charizard slammed the brunette onto his cock.

Usually, such insane lesbian overtones were enough, but as I watched, the low hum of the raging Gyarados in my pussy little distraction from the TV, I still found myself unsatisfied. I continued watching, and it was some of the hottest stuff I'd ever seen. The Flannery crossovers were always primo material, with huge Pokemon and huge cocks making girls scream for more cum while Flannery does depraved lesbians acts on them. It's beautiful stuff, and yet as I lay there, letting the vibrator go as I tended to my clitoris with one hand my breasts with another, I seemed frozen in a state where I was feeling pleasure, but not the great release I knew I should have been, and that disappointed me greatly.

I pushed the vibrator further in, leaning back against my plush Snorlax, which was almost as big as me, and watched eagerly the movie, the Gyarados almost bottoming out inside me, and yet doing absolutely nothing to make me feel any closer to my orgasm. I knew something big was brewing, I just couldn't coax the explosion out.

Focusing on the movie, I tried to put all thoughts of that out of my mind. Jasmine was still being reamed by Charizard, her pussy dripping with his first load of steamy cum, but now she was leaned forward, Flannery holding a handful of her hair as she forced the girl's mouth to her pussy and demanded she eat her out. Jasmine had no choice but to comply, but Flannery's words weren't encouragement. They were generally just calling her a slut, rhetorical questions about loving flaming cock and how she was being trained to love pussy now. It was all part of the show, all rather entertaining--and much better than anything the camera guy could say--but it wasn't enough, frustratingly.

I screamed as I look frantically in my box, Gyarados thrashing about inside me, for something that could work better. Maybe I needed to satisfy some kink. Anal stimulation? Maybe. Something to suck on? No, generally that didn't do it for me. I needed something new, something fresh.

And there, on the top, seeming to radiate golden light, was a strap on. It wasn't just any strap on though. I bought it when a friend of mine thought about experimenting and bought a bunch of toys. She ended up getting a boyfriend before we could have any fun with the stuff, though, so she gave it to me as a consolation. It was even bigger than Gyarados, and a perfect replica of a Snorlax's cock.

I pulled Gyarados out of my pussy, giving him a kiss and thanking him for trying before pulling the monster strap on out and turning around. It was a hard fit, but in no time at all it was around my stuffed Snorlax, who was now equipped with a cock, and far more than a pillow.

As I lay him down and straddled my plush Pokemon, I knew instantly this was precisely the kind of insane kinky I needed. I moaned and shuddered as slowly the cock slid into me, each inch making me moan louder. I wasn't afraid of waking mum, though, and went wild.

Finally, all of the plastic cock was buried inside me, and I felt so dirty. "Oh, Snorlax," I moaned, and with those words, everything seemed strangely right. I raised my pelvis up a little and brought it back down, moaning as slowly I effectively fucked the Pokemon. I made my own sex doll, and I was treating it like a real Pokemon.

I may have felt lonely, but I also felt dirty and horny and all those wonderful little feelings that make it right anyway.

I no longer payed any attention to the screen, even if it was a sloppy double blow job on a Magmortar where the girls were kissing each other more than they were the cock, because I was in a new kind of heaven. I moved faster and harder, moaning the whole time.

"Fuck me, Snorlax!" The words spilled out of my mouth on instinct, but I didn't regret them. It was nerdy, it was sad, it was all those things. But a skinny girl in glasses fucking a plush Snorlax was, above all else, incredibly hot, and every bone in my bisexual body would have loved to see it. I was just lucky enough to live it.

More dirty talk fell on the plush's deaf ears, but just saying the words seemed like release, regardless of whether anything listened or not. I pressed my hands on his belly for leverage as now I fucked him as hard as I could. It wasn't anywhere as fast as the gym leaders in the DVDs could muster, but they were pros. This was my first time thrusting against something that stayed still. The cock filled me up wonderfully, the strange, ribbed texture of it providing unique sensations that changed when I began to buck against it differently, but each time the result was the same; impassioned moaning.

"Harder! More! Make me cum, Snorlax! I'm your whore!" I was louder than anyone had any right to be while fucking a stuffed animal. But there's where the beauty of it was; I didn't care one bit. Even if my mom woke up and caught me in this act of debauchery, I had come too far to stop, too far to care. I was going to role play with the damn thing, and I was out to have fun.

Finally, with everything swirling around in my head and the cock hammering my pussy hard, I felt the orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn't see it coming, but all at once, I felt the powerful sensations wash over my body. I screamed out something--I'm not even sure what it was anymore--that I was amazed didn't even faze my mom, her snoring continuing through the whole thing, actually. My juices came out rather hard, the wettest orgasm I ever had, and it soaked the entire crotch area and thighs of the plush. He was soaked in my juices, but dammit he earned them.

I lay down on the Snorlax, the cock still buried in me, and I kissed him on the mouth. It was sort of funny; when I pulled the blankets over me, still cuddling the stuffed animal, it looked totally innocent. I mean, I wasn't wearing anything, and there was clearly some plastic sticking out of the stuffed animal that I had lodged in my vagina, but with the blanket on me, it would look just fine.

As I lay there, already beginning to nod off, all I could wonder was if the Charizard cock, which could even fire off heated, fake semen, was mountable.

One thing was certain. I would need a lot more plushes.