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And Your Bird Can Sing
From Wonderland Productions
All right, guys, first sexfic. Ever. I know haters gonna hate, but use common sense, people. No trolling or flaming along the lines of "WELL LEMONS ARE HORRIBLE AND EVIL AND A RAH BAH LAH." Sound fair? Good.
XDXDXDXD
From Wonderland Productions
All right, guys, first sexfic. Ever. I know haters gonna hate, but use common sense, people. No trolling or flaming along the lines of "WELL LEMONS ARE HORRIBLE AND EVIL AND A RAH BAH LAH." Sound fair? Good.
XDXDXDXD
He had been Orre's last hope.
And he had failed.
It was an awful, rotten feeling that sat in Michael's heart: that even after fighting past every Cipher peon he faced, after capturing the ultimate Shadow Pokemon... that he would lose to a Rhydon and a Tauros. He was crushed. All hope the Orre region... no, that the world had had been crushed.
They took his Pokemon first; forced him to watch as, one by one, they were forcibly corrupted, turned into hideous, closed-hearted Shadow Pokemon. Then they tortured him, forced him to tell them everything he knew about the Purification Chamber.
He was there when they raided the HQ Lab and slaughtered everyone there, even Jovi. He was helpless as they rounded up the Lab's Pokemon and removed the Purification Chamber. He watched as they found a way to reverse its effects and turned even more Pokemon into Shadows.
From there, it was child's play to obliterate every point of resistance the Orre region could muster. From Agate Village to Mt. Battle, no one could stop Cipher.
And they spread. Oh, they spread. Across the globe, Cipher took control. They started slowly, then quickly overtook the area when they had made enough Shadow Pokemon. This went on until, at last, there was no resistance at all. Cipher was in charge of the planet.
Yet through all of this, they never killed Michael. Contrariwise, they gave him splendid living quarters and treatment. Verich said that such a worthy adversary like Michael deserved no less. In the blink of an eye, three horrible years had passed.
Michael lay on the bed, daydreaming about times past. Suddenly, his door unlocked and opened. he bolted upright to see Lovrina walking into his room, a small smirk on her face.
She'd cut her hair; it was now shoulder-lemgth and plain rather than the enormous pigtails she'd had when he'd first met her. She still wore a ridiculous amount of makeup, but what surprised Michael the most was her clothing. Lovrina had never been a particularly modest person, but she'd never taken it this far: she was clad in merely her underwear. Michael, teenager though he was, managed to remain composed in the face of this near-naked, buxom female.
"What do you want?" he asked her.
"I have some news I think you'll like," she said, sitting down close to him on the bed. He tried to scoot away, but she pulled him back, bringing them even closer to each other. Michael's neck began to sweat.
"W-what news?" he stammered, trying his hardest to look away from Lovrina's chest.
"Greevil, Aldes, Gorigan... all of the other Cipher leaders are dead," she said. "I'm the only one left."
"And...?" Michael prompted.
"And so that means I'm in charge," said Lovrina, somehow managing to press herself closer against Michael. "That means I get to decide what happens to you. And I've got just the idea."
"W-what would that be?" asked Michael.
"You haven't figured it out yet?" asked Lovrina. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed so that he was lying on the bed, with Lovrina on top of him. "You're going to be my consort. You and I will be rulers of the world." She suddenly planted a deep kiss upon his lips. "I've been waiting for this day for ages," she whispered in a longing voice. "I was attracted to you since we met. that's why I asked you to join Cipher in the first place." Michael considered. Lovrina had matured over the years. She no longer whined constantly and acted like a petulant child. And she was quite attractive. But no! He wouldn't.
"You're insane!" Michael said. "I'd never help Cipher! You killed my family and friends! You corrupted my Pokemon!"
"But that's just it," Lovrina cooed. "You have nothing left. Nothing but the chance to rule alongside me as my lover. You'll have even better quarters than these. You'll have anything you ever want, when you want it. If you agree," she added, "I promise that you'll even get your Pokemon back."
Michael had been held captive, with no friends, family or Pokemon to comfort him, for three years. His will, once as strong and stolid as a rock, had been weathered down to near- nothing.
He fell.
"You win," he said softly. "I'll... be your... consort."
A smile of absolute triumph crossed Lovrina's face. She ripped off the clothes Michael still wore, even after three years. She then went to work on her underwear, removing it quickly and not caring if it got torn. She grabbed Michael's hands and placed them on her bosom.
"How do they feel?" she asked him in a seductive tone.
What use was lying, now? "...Good," Michael admitted.
"I'm glad you like them," said Lovrina, "because I sure as hell am not ever changing them!" She laughed. "For the record," she said, "I'm a fan of foreplay. But this time is special." She rolled her and Michael around so that Michael was on top of her. Letting his instincts guide him, Michael entered her. And they made love.
Michael felt ecstasy in its purest, most raw form, and he loved it. Sweat covered the lovers as the night grew long and their lovemaking reached its climax.
"Sing, my little bird," Lovrina moaned. "Sing."
He released. And oh, how he sang.
He had been Orre's last, greatest hope. Its last chance to rid itself of Cipher forever.
He had failed.
And damn his soul, but he did not care anymore.
