Ray sprints towards the gleaming red and white dome of a PokèCenter, as a massive aerial shadow looms over him. A screech of ecstatic and amorous joy rockets down towards him, as the swooping beast dives towards the desperately fleeing Pokèmon Trainer. Ray throws himself into the doors of the Pokèmon clinic right as a pair of talons swoop past him.
Nurse Jade: ...-looks up from counter-...Oh. Hello! Are you and your friends in need of—
Ray: PLEASE HELP THAT SKY DRAGON THING WANTS TO **** MY **** AND *** ALL OVER MY FACE AND JAM HER TONGUE UP MY INNOCENT *** AND BATTER MY PROSTATE UNTIL MY **** AND ***** ARE WITHERED DRY!
...
Nurse Jade: -blinks-
...
Nurse Jade: Do you want me to call someone? The authorities, or...
Ray: THERE'S NO TIME! SHE'S OUT THERE, JUST WAITING TO---
...
-looks up at glass ceiling of PokeCenter-
Louise: -licks the shape of a massive heart into glass of ceiling, points at Ray with a smirk-
Ray: -shouts through glass- AREN'T WE SUPPOSED TO WAIT UNTIL THE THIRD DATE, AT THE VERY LEAST?! A FEW TRIAL RUNS TO SEE WHERE IT GOES?!
Louise: -slides wing-fingers between hips, rotating herself and seating rear-end directly over glass roof-
Ray: What's that mean. Nurse. What is that, what is she doing.
Nurse Jade: Hmm. It's been a while since I've spiced up my bedroom, but I think she's about to-
Louise: -flips up tail-
Ray: AHHHHHH! WHY WOULD YOU, FUCKIN', WHYYY?! -covers eyes, screaming with the horror of nightmares to come-
Nurse Jade: -smirks- Oooh, classic. Got myself a second husband with that one.
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SUPER EFFECTIVE (Fem!Pokemon/Male!Human)
Historia CortaFor every great Pokémon Master, there is a Pokémon Mistress. A collection of one-shots featuring Pokémon enthusiasts that regret teaching their beloved monsters moves such as Constrict, Power Whip, and Double Team.
