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A New Partnership - part 7I didn't follow Grovyle right away, as I was still slightly worried.
(Such cold eyes...)
I looked up, surprised to see Togetic. It was then I realised I had been standing in the dining room longer than I thought.
"I'm sorry!" I said hastily. "I'll leave right away!"
"Oh no!" Togetic said, shaking her head. "I just wanted to ask you to do me a favour."
"Yes. You see, I'm supposed to bring this to Grovyle's room..." She showed me an apple, just big enough for one pokémon. "...but I really need to check the storages right now."
"Do you want me to check the storages for you?" I asked, relieved and delighted Togetic asked for my help.
"No, I would like you to bring this to Grovyle's room." She gestured at the apple and I nodded.
"All right! Leave it to me!" I answered cheerfully. I took the apple and hopped off, soon lost in thought.
(This apple must be for her, whoever she is. Would she be Grovyle's room mate? Wait! Where is his room?)
I spun around.
A New Partnership - part 6I didn't spare my partner another glance. It felt like a cold hand had closed around my heart. I stopped at the entrance of the corridor that led to the rooms of the guild members.
(Monty... doesn't have the right to know.)
I shook my head.
(I need some fresh air.)
Monty was still in the dining room when I climbed up to the highest floor of the guild. The only floor above the ground.
The sky was dark blue, littered with stars. I stared at them, surrounded by the sounds of the night and the torches burning behind me.
"Ah," I said softly to myself. "How long has it been since we watched the stars together? Will we ever be able to do it again, I wonder?"
"You shouldn't be out this late."
Without turning around, I answered: "Isn't it the same for you, guild master?"
Red eyes lit up in the darkness.
"Team Mudvyle seems to be doing well."
I didn't reply. ( I haven't searched since I met Monty...)
"Let us go inside," Ninetales said before disappearing into the guild. I followed without
Betrayed BloodEvery morning, Bandersnatch escorted me to the fields and every evening, he would take me back to the camp of his pack. Every time, his pack mates would stop in their tracks to watch us leave and arrive again. Their eyes were red and were glimmering with arrogance, hatred and joy, like those of Bandersnatch. I ignored their insults and their snarls. Despite the fact I was their prisoner, I kept my head high. Despite the fact I was deeply ashamed, I didn't spare them a second glance. Despite the fact I had no chance of escaping, I walked with proud strides, imagining my enemies to grovel at my feet, bloodied and begging for mercy. Mercy they wouldn't get. I didn't expect my pack to save me. In my opinion, they should let me live in shame between the rotten spirits that we called our rivals. I knew they wouldn't give me up that easily, as I was their treasure. Their fighting beauty. They would save me like they would save anyone, just to prove their minds were clean from the cruel though
Boundless BandersnatchHer eyes were like the sky. An never-ending blue, tinted with sadness, sweet, sweet sadness. Her fur, silky and soft, carried the color of a starless night. Blacker and more beautiful than the shadow side of the moon. Even the three small scars on her muzzle, forming like a triangle, couldn't affect her beauty. And she was ours. We had snatched her away, right from under the noses of our rivals. The thought of the expressions that would lie on their faces when they realized we had stolen their treasure was enough to thrill me. I wanted to howl to celebrate our victory and to mock with our enemies. I didn't, however.
She was sitting in the grass, not far from me. Simply looking at the bugs flying from flower to flower. It was my task to watch her. She glanced at me with her gorgeous eyes, reminding me once again she was my prisoner. Her pack mates were endless paw steps away and I was known as the fastest runner around these parts. Every effort to escape would be in vain and she knew it
A New Partnership - part 5Ninetales still wouldn't let us scout new areas, so we simply caught a rampaging Ratata and returned to the guild.
"Oh, Grovyle," Monty said suddenly. "I have a name for our team! Mudvyle!"
I stared at him.
"What?" he asked. "It's a combination of 'Mudkip' and 'Grovyle'. Isn't that awesome?"
I sighed and shook my head. "Fine," I said, "Whatever you want. How did your former partner even put up with you?"
I smiled, but to my surprise, Monty looked a little somber.
"You don't have to tell me," I added quickly.
"It's okay," he replied, "It's only natural you would like to know. The truth is my partner didn't."
Monty refused to look at me.
"But you were a fine explorer," I said, confused, "Otherwise, they wouldn't have placed you here. Didn't they "
"Exactly. That's why I went away and my partner stayed. Our personalities just didn't fit together. We had fights."
I was completely dumbfounded.
(How could anyone get into a fight with Monty? He's irritat
A New Partnership - part 4I watched Grovyle leave, confused.
(Did I say anything wrong? I only told him about the cries I heard Does that mean he did hear them? But why wouldn't he tell me?)
I shook my head and wanted to search for Bidoof.
I quickly spun around. Grovyle had turned as well.
He hopped past me.
"Let's do this," he grumbled.
Even though he didn't look like he was very happy with his decision, I was.
"All right!" I exclaimed.
Grovyle looked at me before he checked the bulletin boards.
(I think his eyes softened just now,) I thought, (And did I see a smile? A very small smile?)
"I'm starving! I bet Togetic has made something delicious again. Don't you think so, Grovyle?" I said.
We had just returned from our first mission together. I was glad I already had some experience, because Grovyle was fast and strong.
(He would probably have left me if I stayed behind too much )
"Food is just necessary for survival," my partner answered grumpily. "Without food, one becomes weak. I e
Apostate Little GhostWe awoke early. The sun had just begun to rise. We left our cage and waited. The sun slowly rose into the sky. We hated the light.
After the Masters had woken up, the pups were trained. Every time a new one made a single noise, the Cutting Tentacles hit their backs, until we pitied them.
We walked to them. The Masters stepped back. The new ones yapped and whined. We tackled them. We scratched, pushed and crushed them, but never bit. Never barked. Never warned.
When they were too weak to speak, we brought our faces close. "Hush," we said. "Hush." The Masters gave us raisins. We removed our masks and harnesses. We ate, we danced, we sang. The Masters watched. They smacked with their Cutting Tentacles. We didn't listen. Not this time.
I perked my ears. Someone answered our song. But no one heard. I sneaked to the fence. No one saw. An outsider was standing there. No one smelled. She looked at me. No one saw.
Her pelt was white. Like the snow that made me shiver. Her eyes were
Ghosts of OmbraWe crept to the entrance. The windows were dark. The Masters kept sleeping while our nails ticked on the ground. We could hear the footsteps now. A cloud shove before the moon, engulfing us in the shadows.
The group split up behind me, one half going to the left and the other half going to the right. They hid behind the fences and waited. I sneaked up the boulder in the middle of the gate. My harness rattled softly in the wind.
Ten two-legs were approaching the camp. They looked a little like the Masters, but didn't have the same Cutting Tentacles. Their deaf ears didn't hear our paws. Their blind eyes didn't see our silhouettes. I stared at them.
The cloud disappeared and we bathed in the moonlight. The others came closer without making a noise. No growl, snarl or snort escaped our throats. The two-legs stared at our masks. I could see the fear in their eyes.
Ghosts. That's what we were called. The Ghosts of Ombra. We came and faded like the mist.
No sound was made. No face was shown.
Unwanted LoveI breathed heavily. My fingertips slipped a few inches. I helplessly struggled to cling at the ledge, the only thing that kept me from falling into the ravine beneath my feet.
"I don't want to die," I whispered softly. It was true. I still had to discover the meaning of the amulet dangling around my neck. But I couldn't call for help. Idris would be faster than my holy protector. Rabbit would never be there before him.
I cringed when I looked down. The endless depth gaped at me, inviting my sore body hanging above him to join the cool darkness. It was alluring to just let go, not having to worry about Idris or my necklace.
"It looks like you're in trouble."
I slowly looked up. My muscles screamed in silence. My fingers couldn't hold on any longer. They let go.
A strong hand closed around my arm before I could fall. Idris pulled me on the ledge, grinning.
I fell on my knees when Idris released my arm. I gasped, shocked.
"Are you okay?"
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 1Marisa hesitated, anxious suddenly, before opening the doors. She looked down at the keys in her hand, trying to get past this nervousness, playfully pinching the meat of her fat, flabby belly with the other. She shouldn't be so nervous, she knew this club perfectly, she'd worked here for a good six months, this should be easy.
Only, it wasn't, because what was behind that door was new. It was hers now, and she had plans.
For a second, she just stood there, nervous, but all of those concerns flew away only seconds after opening the door. She just looked, wide-eyed, and excited now. It was better than she'd imagined. Not finished yet, though, it just didn't seem quite done, she couldn't tell why. Eh, she'd figure it out later. She called back out the door, "Come on in here, Gwen, check it out!"
A few seconds later, Gwen came in, bigger than ever, looking positively massive as she playfully dragged the giggling mass of the helpless, struggling former manager of Porker's, Jo
Death Battle: Deadpool vs. RED Team pt. 2
Deadpool was standing around, playing a handheld game console, then looked up and noticed the camera was focused on him. "Oh!" he said in surprise, "We're back? Well, it's about freakin' time! I swear I beat this game a bajillion times by the time you got back to me!"
White: Technically, it was only six.
Yellow: Really? Seemed like a lot more. Guess time really DOES fly when you're having fun.
"So, to anyone who missed the first fight, here's how things are goin' so far..." Deadpool said, cueing a chart.
RED Team: 6 (Soldier, Scout, and Pyro are dead by now)
"Yeah, I killed the guy stupid enough to wear grenades on his bandolier, the loudmouthed kid, and the axe-crazy pyromaniac." Deadpool filled in, "So, c'mon! Bring it! I dare ya-"
Deadpool flew backward. The Demoman had regained consciousness after being clunked in the head by half a baseball and was now brandishing a grenade launcher with a giddy smile on his fac
Death Battle: Deadpool vs. RED Team pt. 1
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all…
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
All was quiet in the RED fortress, its nine resident mercenaries just settling down from yet another conflict with the BLU Team.
But none of them could have been prepared for what was about to happen next…
Intruder alert! An unknown entity has entered the base!
The administrator’s voice rang throughout the entire RED headquarters, earning the attention of every member.
“An unknown enemy is in the base?!” exclaimed a man in a heavy, red coat and an army helmet on his head.
Faster than he usually did before, the Soldier raced to his armory and grabbed his usual weapons: shotgun, rocket launcher, and shovel in that order. As he marched down the stairs, the administrator spoke again.
Protect the base!
Good Ol' Days - TGThings were getting rather tough for Nick Kellins. At the ripe old age of 49, the big fifty was looming over his head. A bad construction injury left him rather immobile and confined to a wheelchair. His four kids had all but abandoned him due to the constant attention he needed; at least that’s what he told himself to ease the pain. Nick’s once thick blonde hair had faded to a dull gray, mostly from stress and the meds he was taking to help with said stress.
He let out a cough as he wheeled himself over to the dining room table which had the mornings newspaper sprawled over it. The old college he had attended was celebrating their recent football championship win and was headlining the news.
“What I wouldn’t do to go back in time and do it all over again…” he sighed while reading over the article.
Nick kept reading while sipping at his mug of fresh brewed coffee. The more he read into the article the more he wished he could be there-- as one of the
~ Unique Human - Izaya Orihara x Reader ~
"Oh, [Name]-chaaan~" The raven-haired informant's voice rang throughout the large room. No answer. A small grin appeared on your face as you heard him get up from his chair and approach the sofa you were currently occupying. Stopping directly in front of you, a pair of crimson eyes bore down at you.
"Hello Izaya-kuuun~" You finally answered, mocking him in a sing-song voice.
"Where is it?"
"What on Earth could you be referring to, Izaya-kun?" You asked, trying to hide a smile from your boyfriend's obviously irritated state.
"My cell phone, [Name]-chan. Where did you put it this time?"
From the very first moment you met him, Izaya took every possible opportunity he had to annoy or tease you in one way or another.
After a month or so of his relentless tactics, you decided to start giving him a taste of his own medicine by getting a certain angry, street sign wielding ex-bartender to catch the informant off-guard.
Claiming you were an 'exceptionally interesting human', you slowly d
Cheryl's Night ClubbingCheryl smiled when she accepted her third drink, a long island iced tea, her favorite, from a lusty young man passing her by, but winced when she sat back down, accutely aware of how close these shorts were coming to non-existance.
Her rump, overfed and under-worked, fattened up through a consistent theme of overindulgence and relaxation, was terrorizing the seams of these soft, fabric boyshort panties she let masquerade as club attire. She could feel her overfed stomach, fat and well-tended, pressing in front of her, sagging down just a bit more than she was okay with.
She clutched the drink to her chest tightly, pressing it between the plump, generous globes of her chest, resting the bottom of the glass on the convenient swell of her soft stomach, shivering a bit as the cold, icy glass came in contact with the exposed area of her cleavage. She set her back against the wall behind the bench, sliding down, slowly, praying the stitches would stay together, until she felt her cheeks maki
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 4And so the girls went, in a slightly different order than they were announced.
Lexi went first, her routine little changed from her older one, Aerosmith blaring, her fat, fleshy body writhing, flab jiggling in time to the sounds of guitar, more gymnastically at the beginning of her set, less so as the songs played on. It was getting difficult by the end, and the reason was clear, it was because of those little pauses she'd take every few seconds, grabbing food from the conveyor belt, working it into her act as smoothly as she could, eating more and more, and letting her fullness be seen by everyone, her belly proudly bulging forward, her hands rubbing across it, massaging it, looking for relief, and finding a bit as she made herself belch, audible even over Steven Tyler's wailing. There was no pause in the act there, she reached immediately to the conveyor belt, looking to fill what space the air had just vacated, cramming a cookie into the space between her breasts, leaning her head c
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 2The girls spent an extra forty minutes in The Cheesecake Factory before they were recovered enough to get back to Marisa's car, both of them groaning in unison as they collapsed backwards into Marisa's Mini Cooper, their combined weight lowering the car dramatically.
They spent the next fifteen minutes scrambling around, trying to find some measure of comfort in the hopelessly cramped space, and failing miserably. Marisa was fine, the car had been altered to fit her, but Gwen was struggling, her thunderous thighs spreading wide under the pressure of her almost perfectly spherical stomach and proud, heavy bosom, too wide for the passenger's seat. She didn't seem able to accept this fact, though, trying everything she could to get the door closed, with all of her massive, fleshy rump contained within the car, repeatedly trying to pull it closed, until Marisa spoke up, “Hey... Gwen? Yeaaaaaaah, maybe you should just get in the back seat?”
Gwen tried a few more times, wincing i
The First One to Die
"I won't let you go any further."
His words cut through the silence. I looked at him with suspicion.
"What do you think?" I asked a nearby subordinate.
"Judging from the tail, head and stripes, this is a Collkubi, believed to be an extinct species. Probably the last one of it's kind. Body is made for jumping and fighting. Can't run very fast due its short legs and long neck. Hunts by jumping from high places and surprising its prey. Kills by biting in the neck of its victim while pinning its nails in the back. Has an incredible stamina and stubbornness. Doesn't give up before it or its opponent dies," he quickly analysed.
I nodded and thought for a second.
"What are you doing here? Our business doesn't concern you," I said.
"I'm just protecting what I have to protect."
"And that might be?"
"My hunting grounds."
It was clear he wasn't going to retreat, whatever I would say.
"In that case, you'll be the first one to die."
"We shall see," he answered.
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