A Night With Nickit

Intro

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...

She hasn't felt relief in months.

No - longer than that. An eternity. Last time she was close to getting her grubby paws on a mate, her lackluster seducing tactics drove every male Nickit within a five-kilometer radius away. In the Pokémon world, she's unattractive. Nickits aren't just smart enough to know how to weasel out of blatant robbery; they've got some high standards when it comes to mating.

That leaves her in a pit of despair. No Nick, no dick.

So, as any remotely civilized Pokémon would do, Nickit considers humans to be her next best option at getting some much needed relief. She'll have some trouble doing so, yeah, but it'll be real worth it if she lands a human mate.

Humans have to be packing. She can only what she's seen on a Nickit pales in comparison to what's in a human's briefs.

Man, imagine the loads they can blow. The taste. How hot it feels as it goes spilling over her tongue-

She stops and shakes her head. Can't be daydreaming. It's time to find a mate, and what better way to do that than use her best skills to her advantage? Doing what she does best is sure to net her some fresh, angry human schlong.

She sets off from her sorry little den she stitched together behind a gathering of berry bushes and heads for the only manmade road she's ever seen. When she sets eyes on it, she just can't fathom why humans would make a road built of totally black dirt that somehow manages to form cracks here and there, yet it feels incredibly solid on her paws.

On this road on which those loud metal boxes blow past into the distance, there is a certain familiar sight to Nickit. Sitting on the edge of the road is a funny-looking tent shielding a bunch of boxes from the gaze of the sun. Within these boxes, an abundance of fruit sprouting out like a rainbow with all their crisp, shiny colors. Nickit, with just a distant stare, can tell they're all perfectly ripe. Ripe for the picking.

No one's around. She rubs her paws together and darts for the roadside fruit stand, ducking out of the beams of sun and into the block of shade. She takes as many as she can possibly hold, a mountain of juicy fruit threatening to spill over her arms. The whole time, she's grinning from ear to ear. She may be doing this for some pleasure - because surely humans deal with thieves by dicking them down - but these fruits look beyond delicious. She won't go hungry for a few weeks!

She finishes her fruit heist and starts walking back to her den, holding that fill of fruit tight to her chest.

Little does she know, someone was watching from across the road.

...

When she comes back to the fruit stand later in the night to see if she can swipe up some more food, lo and behold, the tent and fruit boxes are still waiting for her paws to go fishing through them.

No one's around.

Or so she thinks...

As she's digging through the boxes, a human jumps out from the darkness of night and seizes her body in their arms. For a second, Nickit forgets this was part of the plan. She starts squirming.

"Oh, no you don't! Little thief!"

She's quickly subdued, no match for a human's strength.

...

Nickit finds herself bound to a tree in the woods, a little ways away from the manmade road of black dirt out there. Moonlight trickling down through the canopy illuminates the human standing before her: a skinny, weak-looking man with his arms crossed over his chest and his glasses tilted on the bridge of his nose.

He doesn't look too attractive... eh, but what does it matter? He's sure to have a dick.

Nickit tries to move toward him, but she is literally tied to the tree. She swishes her tail around, glancing over her shoulder to gauge the damage. There it is. Chains connecting her to the tree. She touches her paw to her neck, feeling cold steel clasping her throat.

Wait - why did this guy have chains at the ready? Nickit was expecting ropes at the very least, but actual chains?

She grins. Double kinky.

"Oh, you think this is funny? I could just beat you to a pulp for stealing my stuff... but I don't feel like getting my hands dirty tonight. So I'll let someone else decide what happens to you."

The man turns around.

"Over here, kid!"

Into the moonlight steps another male human, this one much more appealing to the eye than Mr. Skin and Bones over there.

"Now that you work for me, you gotta learn how to deal with thieves like this. A fruit stand's easy to handle, but it's also easy for these little pricks to come up and swipe the produce. I typically like showing thieves some pain... but I want this to be your practice with robbery."

The more attractive male simply nods. "Sure thing. So, do you put chains on people often, or...?"

"Helps to keep 'em still. Rope is unreliable. Anyway, that ain't the point. Deal with this Nickit. I don't care what you do, just make sure she's too horrified to come back. I gotta go pack everything up."

The skinny man turns and leaves. His fruit stand employee is left there with the bound Nickit, and just from a glance it's clear to see he isn't exactly on board with tying thieves up. Especially not Pokémon. A Pokémon doesn't know right from wrong most of the time; they just eat and survive.

The human sighs, starts unchaining the Nickit.

"Alright, he's gone. Don't let him see you again. He'll probably deal with you himself next time, and trust me, you don't want that. He's a nut."

Once she's unbound, the Nickit starts wagging her tail. She's forgotten completely about why she got tied up in the first place. Instead, all she can think about is how good this human smells. Sweet - just like his personality, it seems.

He steps back, the unclipped chains hanging from his palms.

"Go on."

Nickit wags her tail faster, her eyes twinkling.

"You're free. Go ahead and dip. Shoo."

Nickit doesn't move.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

This human probably has a huge cock.

Nickit turns around, faces the tree, and embraces it in a tight hold. In this position, she arches her back to put her rear on full display. Carefully, she lifts her tail, revealing underneath her wonderful treasures.

A small pink pucker.

And squishy white lips that appear to have not been serviced in quite some time telling from how they are constantly painted with a sticky leakage.

A series of metallic clinks sound through the woods when the chains collapse from the human's hand.

"Are you asking me to..."

He smiles nervously.

"What am I saying? Of course that's what you want."

Nickit wiggles her butt, throwing a salaciously needy smile his way.

Punishment, she thinks. Punishment, too, can be ripe for the picking.

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