SORRY POSTED THIS TO WRONG ACCOUNT AT FIRST
anyway story by riiko i made some quick doodles to accompany
hi res :
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In a Flash
Hours. In mere hours, there would be a veritable bloodbath in Tao Village. The thought hung with PK, filling her with more anxiety than she could ever remember experiencing. To think that they would be spilling blood in the very place where she lived peacefully as a leader in her own time. In this time, that didn’t matter. Survival mattered.
The colorful poncho adorning PK’s body swayed as she stepped forth. Even though it wasn’t long enough to trip over, she found herself watching her steps. She was still getting used to having a flowing article of clothing on. It was necessary, though… and it didn’t look too bad on her, at least.
Surely many of the Pokemon who would be aiding PK were confused, concerned, perhaps even scared. More so than her, even. She knew the purpose quite well, for all of her worries in actually confronting the attacking Zoroark. The existence of almost everyone around her depended on the survival of one Pokemon, and she couldn’t help but check up on her one last time before the fighting broke out.
The wooden door creaked open with a single, easy push. Worksmonship in these days didn’t include sturdy hinges like in her time, she thought. Immediately, she spotted the wounded Celebi lying upon one of several beds in the room meant for treating the ill. The usual caretakers were out, preparing for battle after having done all they could to make their patient comfortable. However, PK’s attention turned slightly left to the one other conscious person in the room. He was kneeling next to the Celebi, and his feather-adorned head alertly turned to the source of the creak.
“Oh… hi, Miss PK.” The young Sneasel didn’t bother getting up, still wearing his forlorn expression from the night prior. “Jasmine’s still the same as ever. I thought you’d be getting ready outside…”
It’s true, she probably should have been doing a bit more of that. Yet, PK found herself wanting to visit this room. Perhaps, in a way, to remind herself what it’s all going to be for. To see the reality of Jasmine’s condition. PK stepped forward and between Jasmine’s bed and another, seating herself on the adjacent one with a sigh. “Rhodes…” she began, bringing her gaze to the young Sneasel kneeling nearby, “… are you going to be okay?” The boy’s well-being mattered to her too. Everyone would see death that night, but he had already seen it in one of their own. It wasn’t fair, she thought. He’s just a kid.
“I’m sure I’ll be okay later, Miss PK…” Rhodes responded, looking down and thoughtfully pressing his pointed fingers together. He was never the best liar, and a mildly frustrated shake of his head later showed that he was aware of it. “… I can’t believe everything was so bad in the past.”
There wasn’t much else PK could reply to that with, except… “We’re all pretty surprised at that… I mean, look at what I have to do just so we have a chance to make it,” she said, gesturing down at herself and the unique poncho upon her body. Its purpose, in this case, was to be a weapon, and everyone knew that. She was expected to help everyone kill, if not do some of the killing herself. Thinking about it made anxiety well up within her. If not for a sudden wrapping of arms around her, she might have remained that way until the battle took place.
“Thank you.”
It was simple. It was sweet. A hug, and gratitude. Yet, it hit PK surprisingly hard. No one else around seemed to care that much about what she was doing. Pokemon who had lived in her village, some for their entire lives, didn’t appreciate her like a little former thief from the woods did. She almost felt like she could cry… but another feeling took her over. Her arms wrapped around Rhodes in kind, and she could feel a sort of bright warmth, filling and emanating from her into the room like a light with her as the source.
Suddenly, she couldn’t help but notice what an odd interest she took in Rhodes. He was… attractive. More accurately, his personality, and his gratitude to her. He made her feel radiant.
“Why are you glowing, Miss PK?” the young Sneasel asked.
PK couldn’t find the need to be concerned with that. In the back of her mind, she remembered the poncho causing such things before… along with some other detail briefly mentioned by GK. She couldn’t recall that part. She only knew that right now, she wanted to pull Rhodes back onto the bed with her. So she did, keeping her hug upon him and falling backwards.
Obviously, this confused the boy. He also shielded his eyes with one of his paws, unable to bear the brightness emanating from the poncho. “Wh-what are you– whoa!” he exclaimed, rolled onto his back with PK now above him.
“Shh… you can’t be surprised at this,” PK asserted knowingly. She didn’t have to pin Rhodes under herself, as he seemed to trust her enough not to move. Instead, she shifted to lay at his side, where she began tickling her fingers down his body, starting at the amber gem upon his chest.
“What do you mean..? What did I do?” Rhodes asked nervously. His dark-furred body twitched as soon as she began touching him that way, accompanied by a gasp. It tickled!
PK scoffed and rolled her eyes, now trailing her palm down Rhodes’s smooth belly. “You really know how to put the moves on a girl…” she said. Did she really just say that? She surprised herself. It felt… wrong, and yet she couldn’t stop.
Furiously, Rhodes shook his head. “I’m not puttin’ moves on any girl! I don’t steal stuff any– h-hahh…” Rhodes interrupted himself, scrunching his eyes shut. PK’s palm had made it between his legs, where it began to intentionally rub and stroke. This put the young Sneasel at a loss for words, as he was no longer sure of what was going on… only how it felt.
Meanwhile, PK was delighted with herself. She simply watched her handiwork unfold, tenderly teasing the boy up until she got to see her first glance at his boyhood. It erected rather eagerly into her grasp, likely due to it being his first time ever. “This isn’t about stealing… just rewarding you for good behavior,” PK whispered to Rhodes, giving him the first few masturbatory tugs he’s probably ever felt in his life.
The unique sensations brought Rhodes to momentarily grit his teeth and arch upward, lifting his hips from the bed in a single thrust. “M-Miss PK… I… th-that’s not supposed to be out in front of anyone…” he innocently reminded her, despite the fact that his body was so quickly giving in to these new pleasures.
“Does it look like I care?” PK asked rhetorically. She kept on violating Rhodes’s innocence, stroke after stroke, reveling in his little breaths and twitches. However, something then caught her eye, and brought her mind back around. Jasmine, though unconscious, was still in the room with them. How shameful was it to do this in front of her? … How shameful was it to do this at all? As she came to this realization, the room began to darken, as did her clothing.
“Oh… oh god!” PK exclaimed, quickly releasing Rhodes from her grip and sitting up, horrified. How could she do something like that? “I’m so sorry Rhodes… I can’t believe I was talking to you that way, and… touching you… god, ugh!” she exclaimed, though in a whisper now that she was conscious of the sleeping Pokemon in the room. This didn’t stop her from smacking her fists against her upper legs in frustration, though.
It took Rhodes a moment to realize it had all suddenly stopped before he sat up again beside PK at the side of the bed. He was obviously confused… but also obviously still in the moment, as a peek at his lap might show.
This caused PK to panic, and attempt to pull her poncho around Rhodes to drape over his hips. “I… uh, I’ll do this ‘til it goes back down, and uh… I-I’ll understand if you don’t want to talk again after that,” she explained, still horrified and disgusted with herself.
Anxiously, Rhodes tapped his thin fingers together, taking a moment before glancing up at PK. “What were you doing, Miss PK?” he asked curiously. That bump under the poncho covering his lap was still very noticeable.
What could she do? What could she say?! Frantically, PK placed her own palms on her cheeks, trying to hide the fiery blush she knew was building within them. “It’s… it’s something adults do when they really like each other. You wouldn’t understand, because you’re too young for it, and…”
It was the same lecture anyone would think to give a kid, but when PK looked over to Rhodes and saw him break eye contact after what she’d just said, she found herself trailing off. After all he’d been through, maybe calling attention to his age wasn’t the most respectful thing to do. The average kid wouldn’t have survived to be sitting next to her right now. She had to be honest with him.
With a sigh, PK tried again. “It’s… supposed to be fun, and feel really nice, but you can’t do it when you’re younger, because… ugh. Listen, Rhodes,” she interrupted herself again, feeling too awkward, “This probably isn’t something I should talk about.”
“Well, that’s okay,” Rhodes replied. He wasn’t smiling, but he didn’t appear to be upset, either. “I just think it felt kinda good…”
Great, PK thought. She had to address this now. Stupid poncho. It was all that thing’s fault, right? She didn’t really feel like doing that with Rhodes, did she? “Ugh… um, here’s the thing…” PK began, pausing frequently as she tried to find the right words. She was so lost in a situation like this. “It’s not… you’re not supposed to know about stuff like that yet. It’ll get you in trouble. Alright?”
Rhodes stared up at her blankly for a few moments, and PK felt like she wanted to just die right then and there. It was too much. Fortunately, a nod of understanding from him washed those thoughts away.
“Okay,” Rhodes confirmed, before turning and hugging PK from the side.
She felt her lips curl with embarrassment. It hadn’t gone away at all, and he was shameless in nudging the side of her hip with it when he hugged her. What’s more, she didn’t instinctively react in any sort of way that would remove his youthful maleness from nudging against her under her poncho. It was then she realized the horrible truth.
This made her squirm. It was a guilty pleasure. She could handle it… right? It was just the only close companion she had left, hugging her and rubbing his dick against her, albeit innocently. How couldn’t she handle that?
Very easily, apparently. She damned herself in her mind at first as she slinked her fingers around Rhodes’s length. It was warm and smooth, and she heard him gasp again when she touched it. She couldn’t deny it; it was cute.
Even knowing it was something others wouldn’t like, Rhodes stayed silent and allowed her to continue. In a way, that was more reassuring than anything he could have said, and gave her confidence. She did give a passing glance to Jasmine, but she wasn’t even facing them, and hadn’t been conscious for quite a while. That wouldn’t change unless GK’s expedition with Mike was successful.
PK couldn’t stay mad at herself when she heard his satisfied little noises, shows of his curiosity being sated, among other things. She found herself wondering how far she could take this. Why shouldn’t she, in this time of the past which they may not both return from? There was only one reason she might reconsider it, and given the way he was panting against her cheek, she doubted he wasn’t interested.
Once again, the Kecleon led Rhodes to lay back on the bed. This time, he wasn’t immediately confused. His hips did push upward with need once again, however.
It was adorable, thought PK. The way he didn’t resist his body’s desired movements at all. She found herself simply toying with him for a little bit. Her fingers stopped stroking, instead opting to do things like tease a single fingertip against the very head of his smooth shaft. He was by no means as big as Shroomsworth down there, though to his credit, he still had a bit of growing to do. That said, the way he whined and tensed his boyhood against her finger was a uniquely satisfying thing. She found herself smiling again, though by no means considering any of the ridiculous things she said to him earlier.
She was considering something, though. Once she released Rhodes’s cock entirely from her grasp, he settled down and peered at her curiously, fuzzy chest mildly heaving with panting breaths. PK then climbed over him, straddling over his hips and propping herself up with one hand at his side. The other tenderly grabbed his length by the base, aiming it upward.
“What are you doing now..?” he asked in a breathless whisper.
“Something nobody needs to know about,” PK replied, gazing down from over him. She watched his expression with interest as she lowered herself down, right over Rhodes’s erect dick, and into the dark fuzz of his body. It was all a smooth, steady motion, and though it felt nice, it wasn’t just sliding onto him that was getting her off. It was how he took it. His head tilted back, eyes slammed shut, and he immediately shoved his light-colored paws against his mouth, muffling himself. His hips pushed against hers even when he was hilted, trying to grind further in still.
If PK wasn’t careful, she’d wear the poor boy out immediately, given how heavily he was reacting already. Surely, he wasn’t ready for the kind of ride she wanted to give him, unless she wished to have about 5 seconds of fun. She weighed her options mentally while settled against him, giving him a chance to get used to the feeling of his virgin length being as deep as can be inside a girl’s slit for the very first time.
PK couldn’t help herself. He wasn’t the only one who was getting into this, after all. “How does it feel?” she asked coyly, though still in a whisper. Best that Jasmine wasn’t given some… interesting dreams, through what she was hearing.
“… Good…” Rhodes answered from behind his paws. It was a little muffled, but he let up enough that it’d be clear.
That was all she needed to hear. With a mild effort, PK leaned down and clutched Rhodes, rolling over with him one more time. He laid atop her, still buried to the hilt within. She drew her legs up somewhat around his hips, knees pointing to the ceiling and giving him a clear place to press into. Now that she was properly feeling little shame over what she was doing, she felt confident whispering directions to him, “Pull back, then push in.”
Having already been rolled about once, Rhodes didn’t seem fazed by it this time. Still, he was completely new to this, and had only her directions to go on. He propped himself up onto his paws, hovering above PK as he willingly took his first thrust into her. It was gentle and unsure, and clearly made him wince through stimulation, only to shoot her a glance as if to wordlessly ask if he’d done it right.
With a nod of encouragement from PK, it began. Slow, steady thrusts of those dark hips in between her legs. For her, it was a delight. The excitement of teaching him… well, some wouldn’t approve. They’d probably be right to do so. However, they hadn’t been through the things he and she had. They also weren’t there. With the only other Pokemon in the room unconscious, it was just the two of them as far as she was concerned. About eight thrusts in, she pushed her own hips up in similar fashion to how Rhodes had before, gasping aloud. “Little harder…” she whispered, unable to help herself.
Sure enough, he listened. Rhodes’s movements became a bit rougher, though still having no impact when meeting against her. He also still went rather slow. His cringe gave a clue as to why… but how would he even know what that was? Perhaps he was concerned about the feeling of it building within him.
She’d fix that. PK reached her arms out, having to lean up slightly in order to properly grab Rhodes by the hips. Driven by a combination of her own desires and her intent to surprise him, PK pulled Rhodes in and pushed her hips up at the same time, sending that wonderful, contracting feeling through herself.
Of course, this affected Rhodes’s virgin body how one might expect. Quickly, his paws found their way to his mouth again as his very first orgasm tensed through his body in several noticeable jolts.
PK couldn’t be more satisfied watching this. She held him in, delighting in the pulses and tension she was causing him, as well as the muffled whining he so desperately held in. When it was over, he collapsed forward onto her, and she was happy to catch him in a hug of sorts, feeling him slip out of her in the process.
The two of them lay upon the bed panting for a short time. PK knew she couldn’t stay there forever, but in a way, she was happy to have done something the poor kid enjoyed. Goodness knows, he needed something to be happy about. She never shook the worry that something could go wrong when the village was attacked, but at least she could have some peace of mind about Rhodes.
“Here you go, Rhodes…” PK said encouragingly as she attempted to help him roll off of her gently. He was left splayed upon the bed when she sat up, and it looked rather silly. At least he appeared to be decent and unexposed, after all that. “I’ve gotta go get ready for all this… are you gonna be alright with Jasmine?”
The question seemed to bring Rhodes back to reality as he sat up, breathing out a sigh before nodding. “Yeah… um, I feel a little tired though…” he warned.
“Uh..!” PK worried. It might not have been the best idea to exhaust him at such a time. However, she managed to calm herself down as she remembered. “Ah, don’t worry. Some members of the guild will be watching this room. If you need some rest though, you should get it now.”
With an understanding nod, Rhodes let himself fall backwards dramatically, not even bothering to bring the bed’s blankets over himself. While he didn’t fall asleep immediately, it was clear that he didn’t intend to go anywhere for a while.
Amused, PK quietly opened the door and exited the room. Though she didn’t feel she had wronged Rhodes, it was probably best to be tight-lipped about what they’d done together… especially if they did get back to the present. She shuddered to think about anyone finding out there, with so many gossiping busy-bodies around.
Putting her mind at rest on that subject for the time being, PK’s thoughts once again turned to the oncoming threat. She’d have to be focused, if they were to survive.
