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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
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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