Alexi
The Religion section is now a joke
Summery: When Ryan is rejected by his long-time crush, he has no idea what he will do. Then, he meets a girl who turns his world upside-down. MATURE: CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT
Unbound
It was a bright afternoon in Violet City. The warm sun shined down on the town. Children played happily in yards and along the roads. Pokemon trainers walked too and fro, taking in the sights, readying themselves for a battle with the gym leader. Monks gathered in front of the Sprout Tower, as they did everyday. It was the perfect day.
Except for Ryan. He sat on a bench with his head in his hands, sighing solemnly. He had confessed his feelings to Amanda, the girl he had liked for several years now, and she had just rejected him. Her excuse?
“I don’t like fat guys.”
Ryan, who tipped the scales at just over two hundred pounds, felt like he had just had his heart ripped out and stomped on. Too add insult to injury, Amanda had skipped over to her apparent boyfriend of the week, another muscle head jerk. Ryan had seen, time after time, Amanda get used or cheated on by those bastards, but she went right back to them. He had thought she would have liked a boy who would actually cared for her.
Turned out she only wanted someone to look good with.
Sighing heavily, Ryan ran a hand through his thick black hair. He had fallen in love with Amanda the day he met her when they were both twelve - over seven years ago. Back then, he had been an arrogant wannabe trainer armed with only a totodile. He had been battling and winning, and she had challenged him to a little friendly match. Her pokemon of choice was a cyndaquil.
She kicked his ass.
Since that day, he admired her, watched her from afar as she grew from a cute preteen to a sexy teenager with C-cups and a heavenly round ass. She had always been nice to him as they grew up. He thought she had felt the same towards him as he did her, but he was horribly mistaken.
Ryan stood up slowly and dug his hands deep into the pockets of his well-worn jeans. He stared down at his gut as he walked, wishing he had the muscles to attract Amanda. Perhaps he should start working out. His mother often fussed over his weight, saying he’d have a heart attack by age forty, but he had never cared before. Maybe if he slimmed down and muscled up, he’d be able to show Amanda that he could look good, but also be the nice, caring boyfriend she deserved.
Before he knew it, Ryan found himself in front of the Sprout Tower. After he lost to Amanda when he was twelve, he came here to train his totodile for a rematch. The rematch never happened, however, as after his pokemon had evolved, Amanda had lost all interest in training pokemon, and just kept her cyndaquil as a pet.
Looking up at the three-story building, Ryan decided to go in for a while. Inside, it was quiet, a place for Ryan to clear his head. A couple monks stood by a sliding glass door at the opposite end of the room, which opened up into a large garden that had very recently been added. From where he stood, Ryan could see about half a dozen bellsprout sitting in the sun, enjoying the warm day.
Ryan walked over to the oscillating pillar in the centre of the room, the pillar that gave the tower strength. The back and forth movements calmed Ryan’s raging emotions. Many monks said they would gaze at the pillar when they meditated, to get themselves in the right state of mind.
But Ryan wasn’t a monk, and at the moment, didn’t feel like meditating. He walked around the pillar to the glass door on the other side and looked out at the bellsprout. His own croconaw was at home, helping his mother, as it usually did these days. Ryan had lost interest in pokemon training soon after Amanda had.
But, as he gazed outside, his gaze settled on the most shocking sight he had ever known. It was a girl, but at the same time, it was a bellsprout. She was tall, probably close to Ryan’s height of six feet, and curvy. Her skin was a pale green, her hands were leaves, as was her hair, and her toes tapered off into roots. She had thick pink lips, captivating green eyes and a graceful way of moving as she walked about the garden. Her sizable breasts bulged out from her tight-fitting brown shirt, and a pair of knee-length brown shorts hugged her curvy hips. She wasn’t thin, but she wasn’t exactly fat, and her form pleased the eye.
One of the monks walked over to her and began to talk with her, and her full lips curved into the prettiest smile he had ever seen. Despite her alien appearance, Ryan found himself very aroused, and he thanked any available deity that his pants were baggy enough to hide his boner.
“Excuse me,” Ryan called to a nearby monk, and pointed out to the mysterious girl in the yard. “Who is that?”
“Ah,” the monk said, following Ryan’s gaze to the girl. “That is Veena.”
“What is she?” Ryan breathed, watching as Veena walked with some bellsprout at her feet.
“A survivor of a tragic scientific atrocity,” the monk answered, making Ryan tear his eyes away from Veena to him.
“What do you mean?” Ryan asked, his curiosity peaking.
“A few years back, a group of scientists kidnapped several people from around the world and tried to fuse them with pokemon.” The monk’s voice hardened with disgust as he spoke. “Many died quickly after the process, and those that survived were subject to horrible experiments. Veena and a few others escaped and ran out into the world to survive.” He paused, sighed, and when he spoke again, his voice was filled with sympathy. “Veena came here when people shunned her away, knowing of this place, which reveres bellsprout so. She felt she would belong here, if she could belong anywhere.”
“So there’s others like her?” Ryan asked, looking back out at the girl.
“There have been,” the monk answered, rubbing his hands together as if they hurt. “But I don’t know whether any live today. Many have been hunted and murdered for what they are. Veena lost her one and only friend to a group of people who feared what she is.”
“That’s so horrible,” Ryan said, feeling guilty for boner in his pants.
“It is,” the monk agreed. “Quite tragic. But Veena has found happiness and safety here.”
“A happy ending for her,” Ryan said, more to himself than to the monk beside him.
“Yes, for the most part.” The monk rubbed his hands again. “Although she says she gets very lonely for human companionship. We monks would love to spend all day with her, but our rituals take up most of our time. Speaking of which, afternoon prayer starts soon.” The monk turned to Ryan and put a hand on his shoulder. “Not too many visitors come here, although they are welcome. Those who do come are frightened by Veena’s appearance. You are the first one who hasn’t reacted in fear.”
Ryan turned to the monk. “I’m not, sir,” Ryan said, meeting the monk’s grey eyes. “I mean, it’s not like what happened to her is her fault, and she looks too nice to hurt anyone.” Ryan felt like his words sounded a lot more stupid spoken aloud.
But the monk smiled anyway. “Go and talk to her if you like.” Then the monk’s arm dropped from Ryan’s shoulder and he walked over towards the staircase on the left.
Ryan looked back outside, and saw the girl sitting alone under a tree. Her eyes were downcast, and her leafy hands were folded in her lap. She looked as lonely as the monk said she was. Taking a deep breath, Ryan slid the door open and stepped out into the garden.
Coming from the dim tower, Ryan had to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight until they adjusted. Veena looked up at him, her beautiful green eyes capturing him. As he approached her, his gaze did not leave hers. Butterfree invaded his belly, and his palms became clammy.
He stopped a few feet in front of her, his knees threatening to give. He always got nervous around girls, especially those he found attractive. He remembered he had nearly fainted once when he had asked to Amanda if he could walk her home. Now he felt like he was about to do the same, and this time he had a raging boner in his pants.
“H-hello,” he stammered, trying to sound less nervous than he was, and failing miserably.
Veena, however, smiled her beautiful smile. “Hello. Who are you?”
Her voice was soft and feminine, quite different from Amanda’s loud, almost obnoxious voice. “My name’s Ryan,” he answered, returning Veena’s smile. “May I sit with you?”
“Yes, of course.” Veena’s eyes never left Ryan as he settled down by her under the cool shade of the tree. “My name’s Veena.”
“Nice to meet you, Veena,” Ryan said. His eyes raked over her chest, and he realized how obvious he was being. He blushed and looked down at his hands.
“So, I hear you, uh, live here.” Ryan felt like he was the worst conservationist in the universe at that moment.
“I do,” Veena answered. When he looked back up at her, Ryan noticed Veena’s eyes were on his groin. She looked up and met his eyes again, then smirked. “You like me, don’t you?” she asked, scooting a bit closer to him. Taken by surprise, Ryan stammered, unable to form words. She put her leafy hand on his lips to quiet him.
Before he knew it, Veena’s hand had found its way to the fly of his jeans, and she began to unzip them. She freed his penis and a smirk came upon her thick lips. Ryan didn’t - couldn’t - say a word, and just watched in pure happiness as she took him in her mouth and began to suck. He gripped the grass under him and moaned in pleasure. Her hands caressed his back, slipping under his shirt. Despite looking thin and flimsy, her hands were quite strong, and they ran down his back, effectively massaging him as pure pleasure flooded his body.
As he neared orgasm, vines sprouted out of Veena’s wrists and snaked their way down his pants. He gasped as they slid into his anus and reached his prostate gland. He came, and he moaned as pleasure wracked his body. Veena swallowed every drop that burst out of him.
Veena withdrew her vines slowly, driving him crazy. He gazed at her, longing for her. She smiled at him, her smile so beautiful. “You are amazing,” he breathed
“Thank you,” she said with a cute giggle.
“But why did you do that?” Ryan asked. “I mean, we don’t even know each other.”
“Don’t ask so many questions, cutie.” She touched his cheek, and he blushed. “I like you.”
“You do?” Ryan couldn’t believe his ears, despite the event that had just taken place.
“Of course I do.” She giggled again. “For one thing, you came up to me and talked to me.” Her smile grew. “No one else except for the monks has ever spoken to me since I was morphed.” Her smile faded and she looked down at her hands. “It hurts to think that, just because I look different, no one ever wants to talk to me.”
Ryan watched her for a moment. He couldn’t even imagine the pain she must have endured. He gently reached over and took one of her leafy hands in his. “Veena, I really like you, too.” She looked up at him, her green eyes covered by a fine layer of tears. He lifted his other hand to her cheek, surprised that her skin was so smooth. “You’re the most amazing person I think I’ve ever known.” She smiled at that, then leaned forward and kisses his lips.
To his surprise, he felt himself get hard again. His body longed for hers. He slid his hand down to her waist and pressed her closer to him. She responded by sliding her hands down his chest and stomach to his groin. “Hard again already?” She giggled.
“I want you.” The words were out of Ryan’s mouth before he could stop them, and he blushed deeply. But she simply smiled and pulled him behind the tree.
Before he knew it, she began to unbutton her shirt. Her perky breasts bulged out and made his mouth water. He found himself unable to resist, and he quickly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on her shirt and let it slip off her shoulders.
Her breasts were covered by a tube top which he supposed was to act as a bar for her. He pushed it up and took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suck as he massaged her other breast with his hand. She sighed with pleasure and ran her hands under his shirt.
His other hand travelled to her groin, as he curiously felt around, wondering if she still had all her parts. She let out a quiet moan, whispering, “You know just the perfect place to touch.”
She slid his pants off and stroked his boner that was poking out of his black boxers. He moaned and sucked harder, causing her to moan as well. She slid her shorts off, and looked down at her white panties. There was a small moist spot in the crotch, and, as she raised her hips, he slid off her panties.
She laid back as he straddled her and entered her. They both sighed with pleasure. She was hot and wet and ready for him, and he was willing to give her what she wanted. He pumped into her over and over, and her vines extended from her wrists again and found their way back to his prostate. Together they moaned as he ripped through her.
She came first, and bit into his shoulder to muffle her loud moans. The pulsating of her tight walls drove him crazy, and he soon came inside her, moaning loudly and not caring who heard.
He laid by her after, breathing deeply, gazing at the green beauty beside him. She smiled at him and kissed his cheek. He smiled back at her and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Veena, I think I love you,” Ryan breathed.
“We barely know each other, silly,” she said with a giggle.
“I know, but that doesn’t change anything.” He kissed her lips lightly. “Love at first sight, I guess.”
“Ryan,” she breathed, and felt his cheek. “I think I love you, too.” He smiled at her then, and kissed her deeply, passionately.
His mind wandered to Amanda then, and he realized he would not miss her. He had found his girl after all.
Unbound
It was a bright afternoon in Violet City. The warm sun shined down on the town. Children played happily in yards and along the roads. Pokemon trainers walked too and fro, taking in the sights, readying themselves for a battle with the gym leader. Monks gathered in front of the Sprout Tower, as they did everyday. It was the perfect day.
Except for Ryan. He sat on a bench with his head in his hands, sighing solemnly. He had confessed his feelings to Amanda, the girl he had liked for several years now, and she had just rejected him. Her excuse?
“I don’t like fat guys.”
Ryan, who tipped the scales at just over two hundred pounds, felt like he had just had his heart ripped out and stomped on. Too add insult to injury, Amanda had skipped over to her apparent boyfriend of the week, another muscle head jerk. Ryan had seen, time after time, Amanda get used or cheated on by those bastards, but she went right back to them. He had thought she would have liked a boy who would actually cared for her.
Turned out she only wanted someone to look good with.
Sighing heavily, Ryan ran a hand through his thick black hair. He had fallen in love with Amanda the day he met her when they were both twelve - over seven years ago. Back then, he had been an arrogant wannabe trainer armed with only a totodile. He had been battling and winning, and she had challenged him to a little friendly match. Her pokemon of choice was a cyndaquil.
She kicked his ass.
Since that day, he admired her, watched her from afar as she grew from a cute preteen to a sexy teenager with C-cups and a heavenly round ass. She had always been nice to him as they grew up. He thought she had felt the same towards him as he did her, but he was horribly mistaken.
Ryan stood up slowly and dug his hands deep into the pockets of his well-worn jeans. He stared down at his gut as he walked, wishing he had the muscles to attract Amanda. Perhaps he should start working out. His mother often fussed over his weight, saying he’d have a heart attack by age forty, but he had never cared before. Maybe if he slimmed down and muscled up, he’d be able to show Amanda that he could look good, but also be the nice, caring boyfriend she deserved.
Before he knew it, Ryan found himself in front of the Sprout Tower. After he lost to Amanda when he was twelve, he came here to train his totodile for a rematch. The rematch never happened, however, as after his pokemon had evolved, Amanda had lost all interest in training pokemon, and just kept her cyndaquil as a pet.
Looking up at the three-story building, Ryan decided to go in for a while. Inside, it was quiet, a place for Ryan to clear his head. A couple monks stood by a sliding glass door at the opposite end of the room, which opened up into a large garden that had very recently been added. From where he stood, Ryan could see about half a dozen bellsprout sitting in the sun, enjoying the warm day.
Ryan walked over to the oscillating pillar in the centre of the room, the pillar that gave the tower strength. The back and forth movements calmed Ryan’s raging emotions. Many monks said they would gaze at the pillar when they meditated, to get themselves in the right state of mind.
But Ryan wasn’t a monk, and at the moment, didn’t feel like meditating. He walked around the pillar to the glass door on the other side and looked out at the bellsprout. His own croconaw was at home, helping his mother, as it usually did these days. Ryan had lost interest in pokemon training soon after Amanda had.
But, as he gazed outside, his gaze settled on the most shocking sight he had ever known. It was a girl, but at the same time, it was a bellsprout. She was tall, probably close to Ryan’s height of six feet, and curvy. Her skin was a pale green, her hands were leaves, as was her hair, and her toes tapered off into roots. She had thick pink lips, captivating green eyes and a graceful way of moving as she walked about the garden. Her sizable breasts bulged out from her tight-fitting brown shirt, and a pair of knee-length brown shorts hugged her curvy hips. She wasn’t thin, but she wasn’t exactly fat, and her form pleased the eye.
One of the monks walked over to her and began to talk with her, and her full lips curved into the prettiest smile he had ever seen. Despite her alien appearance, Ryan found himself very aroused, and he thanked any available deity that his pants were baggy enough to hide his boner.
“Excuse me,” Ryan called to a nearby monk, and pointed out to the mysterious girl in the yard. “Who is that?”
“Ah,” the monk said, following Ryan’s gaze to the girl. “That is Veena.”
“What is she?” Ryan breathed, watching as Veena walked with some bellsprout at her feet.
“A survivor of a tragic scientific atrocity,” the monk answered, making Ryan tear his eyes away from Veena to him.
“What do you mean?” Ryan asked, his curiosity peaking.
“A few years back, a group of scientists kidnapped several people from around the world and tried to fuse them with pokemon.” The monk’s voice hardened with disgust as he spoke. “Many died quickly after the process, and those that survived were subject to horrible experiments. Veena and a few others escaped and ran out into the world to survive.” He paused, sighed, and when he spoke again, his voice was filled with sympathy. “Veena came here when people shunned her away, knowing of this place, which reveres bellsprout so. She felt she would belong here, if she could belong anywhere.”
“So there’s others like her?” Ryan asked, looking back out at the girl.
“There have been,” the monk answered, rubbing his hands together as if they hurt. “But I don’t know whether any live today. Many have been hunted and murdered for what they are. Veena lost her one and only friend to a group of people who feared what she is.”
“That’s so horrible,” Ryan said, feeling guilty for boner in his pants.
“It is,” the monk agreed. “Quite tragic. But Veena has found happiness and safety here.”
“A happy ending for her,” Ryan said, more to himself than to the monk beside him.
“Yes, for the most part.” The monk rubbed his hands again. “Although she says she gets very lonely for human companionship. We monks would love to spend all day with her, but our rituals take up most of our time. Speaking of which, afternoon prayer starts soon.” The monk turned to Ryan and put a hand on his shoulder. “Not too many visitors come here, although they are welcome. Those who do come are frightened by Veena’s appearance. You are the first one who hasn’t reacted in fear.”
Ryan turned to the monk. “I’m not, sir,” Ryan said, meeting the monk’s grey eyes. “I mean, it’s not like what happened to her is her fault, and she looks too nice to hurt anyone.” Ryan felt like his words sounded a lot more stupid spoken aloud.
But the monk smiled anyway. “Go and talk to her if you like.” Then the monk’s arm dropped from Ryan’s shoulder and he walked over towards the staircase on the left.
Ryan looked back outside, and saw the girl sitting alone under a tree. Her eyes were downcast, and her leafy hands were folded in her lap. She looked as lonely as the monk said she was. Taking a deep breath, Ryan slid the door open and stepped out into the garden.
Coming from the dim tower, Ryan had to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight until they adjusted. Veena looked up at him, her beautiful green eyes capturing him. As he approached her, his gaze did not leave hers. Butterfree invaded his belly, and his palms became clammy.
He stopped a few feet in front of her, his knees threatening to give. He always got nervous around girls, especially those he found attractive. He remembered he had nearly fainted once when he had asked to Amanda if he could walk her home. Now he felt like he was about to do the same, and this time he had a raging boner in his pants.
“H-hello,” he stammered, trying to sound less nervous than he was, and failing miserably.
Veena, however, smiled her beautiful smile. “Hello. Who are you?”
Her voice was soft and feminine, quite different from Amanda’s loud, almost obnoxious voice. “My name’s Ryan,” he answered, returning Veena’s smile. “May I sit with you?”
“Yes, of course.” Veena’s eyes never left Ryan as he settled down by her under the cool shade of the tree. “My name’s Veena.”
“Nice to meet you, Veena,” Ryan said. His eyes raked over her chest, and he realized how obvious he was being. He blushed and looked down at his hands.
“So, I hear you, uh, live here.” Ryan felt like he was the worst conservationist in the universe at that moment.
“I do,” Veena answered. When he looked back up at her, Ryan noticed Veena’s eyes were on his groin. She looked up and met his eyes again, then smirked. “You like me, don’t you?” she asked, scooting a bit closer to him. Taken by surprise, Ryan stammered, unable to form words. She put her leafy hand on his lips to quiet him.
Before he knew it, Veena’s hand had found its way to the fly of his jeans, and she began to unzip them. She freed his penis and a smirk came upon her thick lips. Ryan didn’t - couldn’t - say a word, and just watched in pure happiness as she took him in her mouth and began to suck. He gripped the grass under him and moaned in pleasure. Her hands caressed his back, slipping under his shirt. Despite looking thin and flimsy, her hands were quite strong, and they ran down his back, effectively massaging him as pure pleasure flooded his body.
As he neared orgasm, vines sprouted out of Veena’s wrists and snaked their way down his pants. He gasped as they slid into his anus and reached his prostate gland. He came, and he moaned as pleasure wracked his body. Veena swallowed every drop that burst out of him.
Veena withdrew her vines slowly, driving him crazy. He gazed at her, longing for her. She smiled at him, her smile so beautiful. “You are amazing,” he breathed
“Thank you,” she said with a cute giggle.
“But why did you do that?” Ryan asked. “I mean, we don’t even know each other.”
“Don’t ask so many questions, cutie.” She touched his cheek, and he blushed. “I like you.”
“You do?” Ryan couldn’t believe his ears, despite the event that had just taken place.
“Of course I do.” She giggled again. “For one thing, you came up to me and talked to me.” Her smile grew. “No one else except for the monks has ever spoken to me since I was morphed.” Her smile faded and she looked down at her hands. “It hurts to think that, just because I look different, no one ever wants to talk to me.”
Ryan watched her for a moment. He couldn’t even imagine the pain she must have endured. He gently reached over and took one of her leafy hands in his. “Veena, I really like you, too.” She looked up at him, her green eyes covered by a fine layer of tears. He lifted his other hand to her cheek, surprised that her skin was so smooth. “You’re the most amazing person I think I’ve ever known.” She smiled at that, then leaned forward and kisses his lips.
To his surprise, he felt himself get hard again. His body longed for hers. He slid his hand down to her waist and pressed her closer to him. She responded by sliding her hands down his chest and stomach to his groin. “Hard again already?” She giggled.
“I want you.” The words were out of Ryan’s mouth before he could stop them, and he blushed deeply. But she simply smiled and pulled him behind the tree.
Before he knew it, she began to unbutton her shirt. Her perky breasts bulged out and made his mouth water. He found himself unable to resist, and he quickly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on her shirt and let it slip off her shoulders.
Her breasts were covered by a tube top which he supposed was to act as a bar for her. He pushed it up and took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suck as he massaged her other breast with his hand. She sighed with pleasure and ran her hands under his shirt.
His other hand travelled to her groin, as he curiously felt around, wondering if she still had all her parts. She let out a quiet moan, whispering, “You know just the perfect place to touch.”
She slid his pants off and stroked his boner that was poking out of his black boxers. He moaned and sucked harder, causing her to moan as well. She slid her shorts off, and looked down at her white panties. There was a small moist spot in the crotch, and, as she raised her hips, he slid off her panties.
She laid back as he straddled her and entered her. They both sighed with pleasure. She was hot and wet and ready for him, and he was willing to give her what she wanted. He pumped into her over and over, and her vines extended from her wrists again and found their way back to his prostate. Together they moaned as he ripped through her.
She came first, and bit into his shoulder to muffle her loud moans. The pulsating of her tight walls drove him crazy, and he soon came inside her, moaning loudly and not caring who heard.
He laid by her after, breathing deeply, gazing at the green beauty beside him. She smiled at him and kissed his cheek. He smiled back at her and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Veena, I think I love you,” Ryan breathed.
“We barely know each other, silly,” she said with a giggle.
“I know, but that doesn’t change anything.” He kissed her lips lightly. “Love at first sight, I guess.”
“Ryan,” she breathed, and felt his cheek. “I think I love you, too.” He smiled at her then, and kissed her deeply, passionately.
His mind wandered to Amanda then, and he realized he would not miss her. He had found his girl after all.
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