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A New VillagerA New Villager: a Pokemon story
WARNING: This story contains vore. You have been notified.
In the gloomy, overbearing shadows of the trees throughout a winding forest, a young Quilava races away from the biting rain of a incoming storm, stumbling from his weakened condition and feeling the chill of the rain seep into him. How did the poor creature come to this?
Well the answer can be found about an hour and a half earlier in Snowbelle City. From the doors of Wulfric's gym stepped out a young boy wearing a gray sock cap over short blond hair, his upper body adorned in a red down jacket, and beige jeans and red boots cloaking his lower half. The young teen huffed off down the stairs of the entrance, a premier ball clutched tightly in his right hand. He had just gone up against the Ice-type gym leader with nothing but a gift Quilava and Riolu, hoping that their typing alone would bring him a satisfying first victory in the Pokemon League. His lack of preparation, however, led to his defea
A Gooey Experience *WARNING* This story contains soft vore involving a Pokemon and a human.If you don't like vore, please don't read and complain about it in the comments, thank you.
Splish splash, splish splash, splish splash.... with every step you take you, you make the wet, squelch of water under foot of your boots. It had rained the day before, the first time in who knows how long; leaving the ground and surrounding trees drenched. All the plants that had once been seemingly dead from lack of water now appeared more alive with the satisfaction of their quenched thirst. You looked around at this new life trees and smiled. It was not often that these trees seemed so alive and happ
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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