Series of short one shots based upon my findings on a few sites, about some pokemon fans. And how they are way .... way too messed up about some things. So if you are easily offended by rape, sex, violence, gore, etc of the ilk turn back now. If you venture ahead, know that these fics are based on poorly and crudely written out works I've found, and read, off of these places. And most I laughed at, others I wtf'd at. And yet others made me even wonder if the person knew what sex, violence, or worse, emotions, are, can be or would be to another thing or creature.
These 'short stories' will be NC-17/R/XXX/WHATEVER. YOU ARE WARNED. So if you read, find your little mind blown, or worse, are under age. It is not my fault. It is your own and your parents fault for not making sure you don't read trash like this.
This one shot was based on the fact I found three fics, two pure pokemon one humanpokemon, that had the subject of rape or the female not giving consent. Then later on being all 'we want secks now'. Which disgusts me frankly.
Rating: R for Inuendo to sex, rape, beastiality
You know, it happens every night.
I know the farmer isn't the one doing it. The farmer is nice and kind and most of all a lady. She cares for us deeply, and doesn't know about the harm we're having done to us. And if we could speak, we would tell her. And she would do something.
Nor is it the woman's child, he's too young. Too innocent. Doesn't smell like the one that visits us. That touches us. That claims we like what he does to us, and we don't. We can't protect ourselves you see, we aren't agressive. I would never dream of hurting a human, let alone a pokemon, in such a mannor as I know others would. I want to defend myself.
Really, I do.
“Maaa,” one of my sisters softly says, her ears pricking before flattening against her skull, and it allows me to know that it's Rain, she always had the best hearing out of our little Mareep flock. ‘He's coming, he's coming,’ she whispered in a hoarse voice, tail tucking between her legs as she absolutely shuddered in fright.
Then the rest of us heard the footsteps, and as quietly as we could, the seven of us huddled at the farthest end of our pen to the door that the monster would enter through. We had learned long ago, or atleast a few months ago, to be quiet. He hurt us when we wern't, and our bravest sister, who fought, had been killed before our very eyes, and somehow had made them think it was one of the dog pokemon that was supposed to guard us.
It wasn't long after that the door opened, and was shut, and he entered our pen. His pants, a human form of protection from the elements I learned later on, already dropping and he advanced on us. Large hands already reaching down as with quick strides he was upon us. Cowering in fear we were helpless to do anything but maa weakly and attempt to wiggle out of his grasp.
Shutting my eyes and folding my ears against my skull, I try to drown out the distressed and pained grunts of my sisters as he repeatedly violates them, leaving them dropped wherever they lay. And I was the last. I felt myself half picked up, half dragged. Turned around and my tail was lifted.
Nooo, please, please not again, I think to myself, but my prayer goes un answered as I feel him at a place he shouldn't be, then swiftly, forcefully, he enters me and if I could cry like humans could, the tears would be rolling down my muzzle from the pain. I struggle weakly, trying to pull away but it's not to be as he grips me around my middle, pulling me away from himself before harshly forcing me back onto himself, burrying himself deep within me, and it hurts. There is no pleasure in this for me, all there is is pain, and he mistakes my out of breath pants and groans as something to be taken as a good sign.
Please, please Ho Oh, save me, save us, please, I baa weakly as the pace of being brought back and forth increases, and I know what's coming. Why can't he just go away and leave us be? My thoughts are interupted though as I'm all but slammed onto him, and his hands squeeze me to were I'd be strangled if it wasn't for my wool. Then a searing, burning, painfull sensation fills me and it orintates from between my hind legs, to where the other pain is bearing down on me.
And I'm discarded as if a used bit of leaf, left on the floor to recover. And it happens nearly every night. And he's never caught. And I just wish there was someone to protect us, someone that could understand us. I do not like trying to learn how to live with this ... but I'll think about it tomorrow night ... so tired now. And I hate remembering during the day...
These 'short stories' will be NC-17/R/XXX/WHATEVER. YOU ARE WARNED. So if you read, find your little mind blown, or worse, are under age. It is not my fault. It is your own and your parents fault for not making sure you don't read trash like this.
This one shot was based on the fact I found three fics, two pure pokemon one humanpokemon, that had the subject of rape or the female not giving consent. Then later on being all 'we want secks now'. Which disgusts me frankly.
Rating: R for Inuendo to sex, rape, beastiality
Reality one: No means No means No, no matter how many times IT happens.
You know, it happens every night.
I know the farmer isn't the one doing it. The farmer is nice and kind and most of all a lady. She cares for us deeply, and doesn't know about the harm we're having done to us. And if we could speak, we would tell her. And she would do something.
Nor is it the woman's child, he's too young. Too innocent. Doesn't smell like the one that visits us. That touches us. That claims we like what he does to us, and we don't. We can't protect ourselves you see, we aren't agressive. I would never dream of hurting a human, let alone a pokemon, in such a mannor as I know others would. I want to defend myself.
Really, I do.
“Maaa,” one of my sisters softly says, her ears pricking before flattening against her skull, and it allows me to know that it's Rain, she always had the best hearing out of our little Mareep flock. ‘He's coming, he's coming,’ she whispered in a hoarse voice, tail tucking between her legs as she absolutely shuddered in fright.
Then the rest of us heard the footsteps, and as quietly as we could, the seven of us huddled at the farthest end of our pen to the door that the monster would enter through. We had learned long ago, or atleast a few months ago, to be quiet. He hurt us when we wern't, and our bravest sister, who fought, had been killed before our very eyes, and somehow had made them think it was one of the dog pokemon that was supposed to guard us.
It wasn't long after that the door opened, and was shut, and he entered our pen. His pants, a human form of protection from the elements I learned later on, already dropping and he advanced on us. Large hands already reaching down as with quick strides he was upon us. Cowering in fear we were helpless to do anything but maa weakly and attempt to wiggle out of his grasp.
Shutting my eyes and folding my ears against my skull, I try to drown out the distressed and pained grunts of my sisters as he repeatedly violates them, leaving them dropped wherever they lay. And I was the last. I felt myself half picked up, half dragged. Turned around and my tail was lifted.
Nooo, please, please not again, I think to myself, but my prayer goes un answered as I feel him at a place he shouldn't be, then swiftly, forcefully, he enters me and if I could cry like humans could, the tears would be rolling down my muzzle from the pain. I struggle weakly, trying to pull away but it's not to be as he grips me around my middle, pulling me away from himself before harshly forcing me back onto himself, burrying himself deep within me, and it hurts. There is no pleasure in this for me, all there is is pain, and he mistakes my out of breath pants and groans as something to be taken as a good sign.
Please, please Ho Oh, save me, save us, please, I baa weakly as the pace of being brought back and forth increases, and I know what's coming. Why can't he just go away and leave us be? My thoughts are interupted though as I'm all but slammed onto him, and his hands squeeze me to were I'd be strangled if it wasn't for my wool. Then a searing, burning, painfull sensation fills me and it orintates from between my hind legs, to where the other pain is bearing down on me.
And I'm discarded as if a used bit of leaf, left on the floor to recover. And it happens nearly every night. And he's never caught. And I just wish there was someone to protect us, someone that could understand us. I do not like trying to learn how to live with this ... but I'll think about it tomorrow night ... so tired now. And I hate remembering during the day...
