A Teens Secret Life with a Possessive Pokémon in the Bedroom

Chapter 5

The next few days or so involved a lot of settling into the new status quo. Chikorita's presence changed a lot of things, since my room became the permanent resting place for someone who wasn't me, and the insisted on cuddling with me at night. There was a lot of logistical stuff to work out there, as I was both unaccustomed to cuddling all night and unaccustomed to cuddling small things. Her food and water bowls went next to my computer desk, and a few times I caught Purrloin trying to sneak in and steal some. Chikorita's response was a vine around her waist that dropped her outside the doorway and a dry remark. At least, I assumed it was a dry remark. Any Pokemon who enjoyed my company enough to let me take them home had to have been at least a little predisposed for snark.
Mom agreed to the whole thing so long as I took care of her and she didn't get into a fight with Purrloin. Amy took the opportunity to complain that she wanted a Pokemon, that it wasn't fair, that her first few tests of the school year came back with great marks and she deserved a Pokemon.
"Do you think the daycare has any other Pokemon up for adoption?" Mom asked after a couple days of ceaseless complaints and bargaining.
"I don't know," I said with a smile so wide you could pass a truck through it. I lay on my bed with a slice of the cake Elaine baked for my uninjured sister. "I had to jump through a lot of fences to adopt her. Er, hoops. Jump through a lot of hoops." Dammit, Bill was rubbing off on me. "I can ask Elaine, but there's a long waiting list as it is, even if she doesn't want to be picky, and come on. She's nothing but picky."
"He's smiling!" Amy shouted.
"Of course I am. Life is wonderful, and every day we wake up still alive and so grateful for what we have. Why would I not be smiling?" My tone was so deadpan it took every bit of effort not to laugh as colour filled into her face but mom just missed the sarcasm.(i thought I herd amy say “smart ass)”
Mom sighed. "Adam, at least see what you can do. And where did that cake from? I've seen it in the fridge for days."
"Some things are better left unexplained," I chuckled and motioned for her to shut the door. With the barrier of the door to help snuff out Amy's complaints, I turned the television up, pulled her closer to me, and attempted to find some prime time programming that didn't suck.
What surprised me was how calm everything was. I had this picture in my head of constant sex, that with a horny, willing girl in my room at all hours I'd be doing little but sex. Actually, it was one of my biggest concerns-I wasn't sure where I'd fit reading or gaming time into that. In reality, we had sex maybe every night or two. There was plenty of snuggling, and more than one occasion where she curled up on my chest and I read to her, but for the most part, hobby time proceeded as normal.
All in all, though, not much else changed. I was having sex. Woo hoo. Everything else seemed the same, save for the additional thrill of release when I was now doing something morally dubious in having sex with a Pokemon rather than the merely 'icky' act of masturbation. There was always that risk someone would come in and we'd be too caught up in the act to realize. There'd be no chance to pull a blanket over it and feign scratching my thigh when I was face-down eating out my new Pokemon. There'd probably be a lot less awkward silence and pretending it didn't happen, but a lot more questions. It added a strange, sick thrill to things that made me all tingly where it counted.
"I still don't know what to call you," I said as she pulled herself close to me on Thursday. It had been nearly a week since our first time, since I first brought her home, and 'Chikorita' felt stuffy. Especially once she evolved. She needed something short, something sweet and endearing.
"Chi," she sighed, the leaf on her head running slowly along my chest in what had become her typical way of asking me for sex. I found it unendingly adorable, but work was catching up with me, and I was in that middle point where I was tired from working, but hadn't worked enough to get used to it. It was a confusing place to explain, but unfortunately it didn't make me any more energetic.
I groaned, "You didn't have to spend an afternoon chasing down a bunch of over-energetic Eeveelutions."
"Orita," she said, looking me sternly in the eye. There would be no getting out of it, whether I had the energy or not.
Resigning myself to the fate, I pulled her off of me and laid her face-up on my pillow. Her legs opened knowingly as I brought my lips to her belly, teasing her opening with a finger. Each kiss made her squirm a little as they neared her wet honey pot. I could smell the arousal as it filled my nose with each deep breath, driving me onward. No matter how tired I was, it was hard not to be turned on by it. Probably some pheromonal stuff at play.
The base of her leg's skin was incredibly soft and, judging by how she kicked at the air when my fingers rubbed against it, just as sensitive. Not that her labia weren't delicate as flower petals as my tongue parted them in what I unsexily thought of as some strange approximation of pollination. Her nectar waited beneath the fold, her pussy already soaked with it, and it was all mine to enjoy.
My oral experience wasn't too much, and my one previous time with Chikorita was mostly experimentation. I still didn't quite know what worked best, and her methods of communication-writhing and repeating her name-didn't make things easier. I drew my tingling tongue from her vagina and brought it to her small clitoris, a shade of green just different enough to be noticeable if you were looking for it. My finger drew inward from her thigh and replaced my tongue inside of her, lovingly sinking into her and rubbing against the wet walls.
The other hand had, without my knowing, wandered up to her face, curled into a half-fist that she lovingly nuzzled the back of. She was certainly enjoying herself, which would hopefully be enough to get some sleep after we were done. I shivered at the thought of what would happen if she wanted to keep going. Then the realization dawned on me that the whole affair-the arousal of eating her out and the pressure of lying on my belly had made me very hard. It was not what I needed at all, because I was too tired to actually do anything. Hell, I was half-worried I'd fall asleep while going down on Chikorita, which would raise way too many problems to want to fathom during such a happy time.
My body lifted upward a little to try and alleviate the pressure on me and hopefully bring the arousal down when, to my surprise, something pushed outward against the space between the wrist of the arm I brushed her face with. Before I could register what it was, something prodded my waistband and my body clenched up. My eyes drifted upward to see one of the green bead-like thing around her neck replaced by a protruding vine, and the only response I had was to gulp in an ominous, cartoony fashion.(its a vien from a her neck)
"Chi chi Chikorita!" she yelped, red eyes wide open and looking down at me with a deadly mixture of glee, pleasure, and amusement. My own eyes shut tightly as the knowledge of what was soon to come made my stomach drop. Her vine forced its way down my waistband and wrapped tightly around my aching cock, the tip of the vine even brushing off a couple beads of precum before the whole coil shifted downward, tugging me so hard that my midsection dipped forward a little.
It was supposed to be as simple as eating her out, making her happy, and getting a good night's sleep. Thankful as I was that the vine wasn't violating me or anything, it left me feeling a little uneasy; tight as the coil was, I could still feel the vines and the lack of vine in the spiral line all up my shaft. It was as unnatural a hand job as I could imagine, and the way

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