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Sonia reward story
🕑 Added 2021-04-23 23:35:34 +0000 UTC(For those not familiar, this is a new chapter to my fic I Got Reincarnated In The Pokemon World As a Hypno, Now All I Can Do Is Be An Ugly Hentai Bastard which you can find at https://archiveofourown.org/works/26828419/chapters/65453188 )
I'd been in the Pokemon world all of a few days, and planting an illicit drug crop into the fertile soil up and down Route 20 was the least notable of all the crimes I’d committed. Every beautiful fantasy I ever had of being a Pokemon trainer and having a cool time finding glory and raising a team of Pokemon who could form a second family for me had given way to being a sex pervert who was helping a burnout Mr. Mime and his sex cult. Solana was completely under my hypnotic control, and when I wasn't balls deep inside of her, I was collaborating with Sweet Groove to help his takeover of the area. It was utter fucking madness.
"I need more hands like you around," Sweet Groove said upon my return to his cave again, a perky, bouncing Vulpix beside me.
"Don't worry about it, you helped me out, I'm just glad to pay it back," I said. As insane an ally as he was, he was my ally, and I was happier to have him on my side. I was desperate and panicked in the aftermath of what I'd done, and as bizarre as he was, Sweet Groove really was my best hope of getting out of this. Now, I had everything lined up; I'd established contact to the outside world sort of, and I had my ticket out of here inbound.
Sweet Groove looked at me funny. "No, I mean your hands. We need more Pokemon with hands around here. Hey, do you know any Machamps? Four hands would be a lot. I can pay one in pussy if he wants t--wait. Dude, dude. I have the best idea. What if we get a Machamp who's a chick? Four hands and a pussy. That's the best right there."
"Glad I'm appreciated," I muttered, as he continued off on his radical realization that a Machamp who was also a girl was the solution to all of his problems. My head turned to the side and I noticed Vulpix getting antsy by my side, awaiting validation and looking like she was going to burst if she didn't get some soon. Which was a problem, because Sweet Groove was off on a tangent only winding further down the road.
"One hand to jerk me off, one hand to feed me, and... Huh. And what?"
"One to rule them all and in the darkness bind them?" I asked, expressing pretty blatant contempt by now for this whole deal. My old boss back in the real world was a similar sort of burnout, who was also way too deep into Lord of the Rings. The hippie psychic Pokemon of the Pokemon world may have had no idea what that was, but I was already used to dropping references that left people scratching their heads; at least in this world I had a good excuse. What other, more accessible shit was I supposed to mention?
"Yeah, sure. That sounds wicked." Sweet Groove bought it easily enough. "One hand to jerk me off, one hand to feed me, one hand to rule them all and in the darkness bind them. Takes a bit of a weird turn, but I've had trips kinda like that before. Oh hey, speaking of trips. You two groovy troopers did such a good job that I think you deserve a little treat." He motioned back to the pile of cornn berries in wait. "You can dose up however hard you want on this one, my treat. With those trees planted, we'll be rolling in plenty of the berries soon."
Vulpix let out an eager bark. "We did such a good job, and I'm going to get so full on berries. I'm going to eat until I can see with my taste buds." She pushed her face into my leg and nudged me onward. "Come on, Hypno! You should have some, too." She was insistent, firm, and I found himself stumbling forward at her beckoning. I wasn't looking to eat any of these berries and find out what they did; my contributions were entirely to pay back my debt, and nothing more. But Vulpix was loud, insistent, and had me by the pile in time to watch her dive in and bite some.
I got to at least see what sort of effect they had, as Vulpix moaned loudly, tugging the berries off of their steams and swallowing several down at once. The effects started quickly enough, as her eyes softened and slowly lidded, pupils dilating, breath growing dizzy as her balance began to sway. "Having fun?" I asked. Babysitting someone on a trip wasn't my idea of a good time, but it was a job I'd been assigned so many times that I just went with it; a better time was coming for me.
"Feeling so good," she said, voice slowing down, halting. "And hey... Now that I'm feeling kinda confident, do you wanna..." She gave me a big, silly smile and stumbled her way into turning around. "Come have a ride while I'm eating." She bent forward into the pile of berries, tails going up and her legs spreading, a snug and dripping slit bared before me, and I knew what she was after. I didn't exactly feel like I could resist. I could feel a heat radiating off of her from here. "Hypno, c'mon. Fuck me."
All that 'free love' about this weird hippie sex commune of misfit Pokemon was consistently a weird and slightly sleazy thing. Sweet Groove not only sold this place as having more girls than guys, but the way he was clearly hooking them in with these berries, which seemed a combination hallucinogen and aphrodisiac. It was morally dubious and exploitative, and I was certain nobody was going to put up with Sweet Groove if not for the fact he had the goods, but on the other hand, I had the now-sole ranger on this route as my hypnotized sex slave, so who the hell was I to judge?
Whether I liked it or not, the perky Pokemon girl gorging herself on psychedelic drugs after our work planting crop for the sex cult she was part of was giving me the only consensual offer for sex I'd received since arriving here. I just kind of had to accept it, given the circumstances.
My oversized cock shoved forward. Vulpix was smaller than the girls I’d been fucking by a lot, a diminutive little Pokemon taking me on and trying to keep up, but she felt so good that I couldn't bring myself to pretend I cared. Her snug pussy yielded to my cock, at least the first few inches of it, and she moaned out for me in joy, head rolling back as I started up on her. "Fuck it, let's go," I groaned and she pushed forward to eat more berries and dose up harder while my thrusts into her fueled her strange decision to take me on fully.
"You're so big!" she squeaked, her tails brushing against my chest as I worked deeper into her. The weirdness of her responses kept me invested and forward, the eagerness building with little sense of direction or clarity. The sounds that Vulpix made were not the sorts of sexual sounds I was used to hearing. They sounded animalistic, almost weirdly unpleasant to me. More like the female cats we had when I was growing up. When they were in heat, the made the most bizarre noises. Like agonized shrieks gargling their way through pleas to get fucked, hoping some male cat would hear it, and I guess break through our windows to come fuck them. You could record the sounds of cats in heat, stick it on a tape, and use it to smoke cult members out of a compound if you really wanted to.
And now, I was drawing those same noises out with my dick.
Somehow, the sounds weren't as off putting as they should have been. They weren't cute little squeaks, but somehow, it appealed to an animal part of my I guess now-animal brain, driving me onward with the signs of her clear enjoyment and an excitement I could keep up with. That was all I needed in this state, all I really registered as a want. Everything was so different for me now, and I felt utterly baffled by it, but my continued thrusts were wearing her down, drawing more of those noises out, and I had a weirdly shameless connection at last to the way I was understanding sex.
Give or take the degree to which she was under the influence of something, this was consensual. I got to consider how I was moving and feeling without getting caught in the weird guilt of raping someone under my hypnotic sway, and without the bizarre way my mind seemed to thrive on that promise. I felt only the pleasure, only the joy of my comically oversized cock fucking Vulpix, unable to fit inside of her fully, but pushing on to use what I could as I bottomed out easily and got to work t hammering away, making her squeal and heave her way through this. It was a valuable learning experience, but the kind of learning experience you can't ever do anything with or put on a resume.
"Yeah, now you're getting into it." Sweet Groove came up from behind me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You're like a son to me, man. Enjoy her."
"Your cock makes high sex even better! You're so big!" Vulpix continued to squeal. It was a delirious mess of pure confusion and weirdness for me, but I didn't feel like I had much choice but to keep falling into this bizarre mess. I just kept pounding on, trying my best to deal with this ferocious plunge into chaos and weirdness where I didn't even fully know what I was doing or how to make sense of it all, but I felt determined to try. *I was on autopilot here, automatic and relentless in the pace I struck, trying my best to deal with this all, and having absolutely no fucking clue what to make of any of it. Vulpix was having a blast, which was nice, at least. A good perk-up to my confidence, I guess. I'd been getting more sex than I was back 'home', but at least for this singular moment, it's consensual.
Her orgasm was loud and shaky, an eruption of chaos and desire bringing her something that felt almost too spectacular to be believed. I didn't try to resist it. I was far past the point of caring now about any of that. Instead, I pumped her full of cum, accepting the insanity my life had become and embracing depths of almost comedic chaos that came from letting loose. Her tiny Vulpix body couldn't handle my load, and I pulled back, hosing down her tails as my cum leaked out of her. The kind of drastic, comical load that would have been a lot for a human to take strained reason as Vulpix shivered and twisted about, burning in an afterglow strong enough for me to decide to just roll with it.
"Right on, right on. You enjoy the berries?" Sweet Groove asked. Vulpix dropped to the floor a twitching mess blown out in joy. She looked like she was only getting further away from sense by the minute. I didn't ever want to know what insanity these things could do to me. I was already in a state fucked up enough for my liking. "What do you think about expanding?"
"You want to plant even more?" I asked. My dick just hung awkwardly between my legs while I stood there, Sweet Groove looking me in the eye. Uncomfortably long and straight-on, right in the eye. The unblinking, unflinching gaze of a Mr. Mime was an experience that would forever remain upsettingly etched into my mind.
"Yeah, man. That's not flying too close to the sun, is it? Like that story about the dude with the wings who fucked his mom."
That was patently wrong, but also gave me pause. The Pokemon world could not have had the story of Icarus, could it? Or Oedipus, as it seemed he was thinking. Maybe he was from my world and just way too fucked up to know how to express it. "If you want to, I'm fine going out to do more work." Anything to keep my mind occupied. As nice a distraction as fucking Vulpix was, it didn't help me. I needed to keep busy, ideally away from humans, and wait out the time until we could get my ticket out here to show up. Every night, I returned to the Ranger outpost, fucked Solana a bunch, and read the update emails she received about when scheduling would allow the 'requested backup' to show.
In the meantime, I was killing time, and better to kill time cultivating some weird hippie's drug crop than raping campers, right?
Fucking hell,
"Right on. Maybe you'll meet a hot Machamp chick out there who you can recruit." Sweet Groove couldn't remember things that he said seconds earlier, but apparently his desire to have a female Machamp around was now indelibly etched into his memory.
"If only I should be so lucky."
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Sweet Groove sent me to scope out a good grow location for it. All of the viable spaces where berries could be easily planted, we already had things step, but there was ample space elsewhere that could be put to good use. If I found it, one of the Pokemon better for tilling it would set everything up, I just needed to scout the location first. It was my idea of the right kind of work; it let me stay way the hell off of the path. I got to instead trawl around through bushes and stomp around in tall grass. Not ideal, but it was a nice way to keep feeling out my bizarrely lanky body. Navigating weird, uneven footing forced me to learn my balance, and it helped me stay away from people.
"A good, fertile stretch of soil. Good exposure to sunlight. Away from where trainers might be going..." I repeated over and over to myself the traits I was looking for from a location. There was plenty of forest around, but trying to find that perfect spot became a good way to occupy myself. Glorified busy work that had me out of trouble and out of any concern over what I was up to. That had become the most important thing here. Sweet Groove's cornn berry crop was just a means to an end, and pretending to care about it in the short term would help me hopefully keep my hands clean until I could get out of the forest. Once I was out of the forest, I could get home. That was the plan. It seemed so simple.
"Gran is going to be so happy when I can bring these back to her," came a voice. A human voice. I wasn't sure exactly how I knew it apart from all the Pokemon voices that now sounded like speech to me, but my head turned like it was on a swivel, and my entire body tensed up immediately.
A red-haired girl with a brown jacket and tight pants caught my eye. She was prodding at a tree skittering with bug type Pokemon, as she stuck swabs into holes the Pokemon had bored through it. Her stylish bag sat very precariously over a heavy case lying open on the ground full of vials. Sonia. Not even the right Pokemon game now, which meant that air travel existed here, I guess. Things were getting weirder, but I didn't find it in me to care. She was gorgeous, but maybe more importantly, she was human, and an increasingly hungry urge drew me in toward her with increasing fascination. It felt comical; I saw one pretty girl and almost immediately dropped everything I was doing to begin lurching toward her like a slasher movie killer whose priorities went all askew once he discovered teenagers fucking in a camp cabin.
The girl paid all her attention to the tree, letting me draw closer toward her. My legs moved almost without my intention. I was on my way toward her, moving with purpose and certainty that I knew there wasn't a damn point in fighting. Not as I reached her. My urges were what they were. It was like a misshapen vampire begging for pity about the monster I was, never to be romanticized by anybody as I shuffled my way into my next hit. My arm went up high and my pendulum dropped, positioned in front of the case so that once she turned around, I was going to be right there, waiting for her.
She remained fixated on the tree a bit longer, slipping each swab into its own narrow container to be capped off. "These look so cute," she said, prodding one of the small bug-types skittering around it. There were some Joltik and a couple Venipede around the tree, and she began to slow down as she fawned over them. "I wish I could bring some of you with me home."
I waited. And waited. She kept adjusting the caps on some of the vials. Kept checking her nails and muttering to herself to see if they were cracked. She was taking her sweet-ass time in getting to any of this, too absent-minded to pay any attention to me eagerly awaiting the turn of her head. She just wasn't budging, and I sat there growing increasingly frustrated through every second of her consistently not just turning around to put everything down. It was drawing this out to an almost miserable degree,
Finally, I cleared my throat. "Look over here," I said. I felt like an idiot. 'Please' was the only thing missing. 'May I rape you, please, ma'am?' As if this wasn't all humiliating enough.
She turned her head toward me, and she briefly had a look of utter shock on her face. Of course she did. "Wh--" Her eyes fell onto the pendulum as it began to sway, and her face relaxed. "Who are you?"
"You don't ask questions," I told her. 'Who are you?"
"Sonia," she said. Her voice was aimless and soft. "My name is Sonia. I'm a researcher."
"What are you doing here?"
"Gran wanted me to look at how bug species adapt to the climate." Her eyes followed the sway of the pendulum, doing nothing to act on this and offering up no resistance what I was doing. Her eyes drifted back and forth to the warming, comforting sway of the coin on a string.
"Open your jacket," I told her. Her jacket gave way, revealing that her green top was in fact a crop top, flaunting a trim belly and making my cock start to harden just from the excitement alone. Long legs. Lean body. Perky tits. She was an appealing sight that my body wasn't particularly prepared to resist. It rose up from between my legs, pushing slowly forward as I continued loom over her in vicious wait. "Is your Gran here?"
"No," she said. "Gran is back home. I'm here alone." My cock twitched and hardened even more, until it pushed against her exposed midsection, pre-cum oozing from the tip. She was alone, off the path, and the only ranger on the route was under my hypnotic control, too.
This was perfect.
"Kiss me," I ordered her, and took that plunge into claiming another victim. With her eyes still utterly blank, Sonia pushed to meet my lips, her focus and attention solely giving in now to everything I asked of her. She was meek, helpless, completely compliant in her advance and the way she conceded all control to me, playing the role of everything I could have hoped to feel. Her mouth was ready and submissive, my tongue shoving into it and imposing my will upon her. Her hands went to my cock, stroking slowly along it. Her blankness was just what I needed to see, as I let her start in on touching me, caressing every inch of my oversized shaft as I fumbled with her jeans. My giant fingers made it difficult to navigate the rather fine button and zipper matters getting in my way, but through my frustration, I got it done.
The clumsy motions of her hands working back and forth along my shaft offered up the sensations I needed. All of them at once, coming on in waves of delight and excitement that I refused to be without. I got her pants open and jammed a finger down her panties, pushing it into her. My past molestations in the wild were hastier affairs, but in a weird way, I was 'well fed' with Solana, and there was no urgency to this. I could take my time with Sonia a bit more and feel out what I was up to, and that meant a chance to grab at her, a chance to feel her up and toy around with a body that felt just grand under my greedy fingers. There wasn't a shred of restraint or sense to any of this, but there didn't need to be.
"Gran warned me that a Hypno might do this one day," she said, matter of fact and completely absent as she worked her hand along my cock, continuing to serve and submit fully to the pressures and attentions that came with this all. There was a certain emptiness to how she existed here.
I stopped groping her and let the pendulum swing before her again. "You always wanted it to happen," I told her. "You've always fantasized about being raped in the wild by a Hypno. Gran warned you, but you fantasized about it. Even when you're done here, you're going to fantasize remembering it. Being a Hypno's slut is your darkest fantasy." I didn’t know why I was loading this damage onto her and leaving her with such a lasting impression, but I couldn't help myself. Sonia was just so pretty, and every vile impulse inside of me begged to ruin her, to deprave and confuse her. Maybe I had more control of myself than she did, but I wasn't much further off from Sonia in terms of control of myself, falling deeper into a haze where all I could do was obey these most base of instincts.
The pressure was on. Hot. Fierce. I felt like I needed to push into this, groping her more firmly. "I always wanted a cock like this to break me in two," she said, and she sounded like she was reciting back a quick grocery list to herself. But it didn't matter.
"Suck on it," I told her.
Sonia hit her knees, settling down into position and taking hold of my dick and bringing it to her lips. Her mouth opened comically wide to get around the head of it, her eyes focused on the steady back and forth of my pendulum continuing to urge her into this state of acceptance and surrender. She was obedient and sturdy, her mouth wrapping snug around my dick and offering up the pleasures that I expected and demanded from her. Her head bobbed with a motion that perfectly matched the sway, her eyes drawing left and right while she moved to service me at what she seemed to believe was the pace I expected.
But that was fine by me. Sonia looked so cute on her knees, even if her eyes were all but blank. Her mouth applied a suction too firm for me to want to complain about in the least, and with no grip or physical pulls, she was doing everything she could to satisfy me with a passion much too dizzy for me to want to stop or slow down. My hips began to pump forward, rocking in careful motions to accentuate this pressure and add on to the chaos taking us both. Sonia was mine. As I looked down upon her, I saw someone who was helpless now under my touch, and how was going to give everything I wanted. "You're doing great," I told her. "Just remember that this is your biggest fantasy."
The occasional nod was almost a gesture of concession more than agreement. I didn't know for sure if my orders would last, but I kind of hoped they did. A chaotic desire to see what insanity could play out with that order shook me, and I knew I was slipping further away from decency and reason by the second, but I felt much too good about this all to be able to hold it back. Her mouth was just what my cock needed, slurping it down with motions so pure in their service to my needs. Everything she did was a gesture of surrender, an accepting motion that seemed almost too good to be true. The hot researcher was so utterly unable to stand up for herself and push against things I could continue imposing upon her with impunity, and it all felt a little bit too good to be true.
But there it was, deepening its chaos, every motion and push forward deepening the haze of what I could subject her to. Drool dripped from her lips, and her continued obedience was a sign of danger that she was completely unable to pull back from. I knew I could keep pushing my advantage, knew that with each shove forward, I was making her give up to me just a little bit more. Unrestrained fever and aggression came on without pause, and I was determined to ride it out, watching as this sweet, peppy girl turned into a cock slobbering mess completely removed from reason, divorced form any sense of focus or control. She looked so good like this, so ready to keep giving in while losing every shred of composure, all to the greedy pace I was happy to strike.
"You've always wanted to suck Hypno cock. You've always wanted to have your throat stuffed full of a huge dick just like this. " I drew back, keeping the pendulum going, asking, "Does it taste good?"
"Yes!" she gasped. But for some reason, she sounded like she meant it. A rush of emotion pushed forward out of nowhere, her eyes straightening out and staring up at me. "I love the taste of Hypno cock. I've always wanted to be the rape toy of a big, ugly Pokemon with a giant dick. You're my dream come true!"
So far, everyone had taken the hypnotism differently. Sonia started off empty and blank, but very quickly, the imposition of what I told her she wanted seemed to pulled her in, and now, she was ready for it. I shoved my dick forward again, grabbing her ponytail and ramming down her throat. I took charge on facefucking her, and Sonia was ready for it, embracing this mistreatment and this disrespect. She was ready for it, taking me down her throat and proving a capable mess ready and sturdy and eager to be used as thoroughly as possible, and I didn't want it to stop. I knew it would have to, though; the throbbing of my cock and the excitable shoves forward were all leading in one direction, and I could feel my balls begging to unload all over her.
Not only did I, but as I pulled sharply back, I made sure I was firing off a mess all over her face, all over her top, and up into her orange hair. I fired off the kind of fat load that could only come from my comically oversized dick, and which only a woman completely in the throes of hypnotic coercion could want to enjoy, as she stuck her tongue out and her eyes rolled back for me. She embraced the mess I made of her and moaned out for more, wanton and aimless and totally incapable of controlling herself. "More," she whined. "I love your cum." She licked it all up off of herself, a dizzy-eyed toy shamelessly embracing the pleasures she needed above all else, and there was only pleasure to be found in this sincerely insane situation.
The only reasonable thing to do was go harder.
"Pants off," I told her, and she began to strip her way out of them, pulling them down and slipping onto her back to tug them off. She had them off and was doing the same to her panties when I threw myself on top of her, noticing that she was in prime position to mating press until she couldn't think straight. My body went down against hers, hands guiding her legs up into the air as I clumsily worked my dick into position and then rammed it into her with one succinct, reckless stroke. Safe? No. Sensible? No. But satisfying? Utterly. Her pussy yielded immediately to me, screams of reckless joy ringing out from her lips. Her jerking moans were just what I needed, as I pinned my hard down against hers, pushing her shoulders down and staring her in the eye while I used her.
"My whole life has been spent waiting for this!" she howled. every motion of her hips up and down felt like a more drastic expression of heat and vigor, a joy that could keep her rocking back and forth in a state of raw sensation. Sonia believed everything about the vulgar lie I imposed upon her, and now she was trapped here, ready to succumb dizzily to the dream I had woven for her. Her legs writhed against me with the most fitful and desperate of spectacles, gasps of pleasure bubbling out from her lips as the peppy girl became a wanton cockslut, at once being raped but wanting it, and not really trying to justify the contradiction.
My hips worked with tireless, stubborn fever to fuck her as hard as I could. I doubted I’d have a chance to do this again, and I was not leaving Sonia without being thoroughly used. I had to make the most of it, grabbing her tits through her clothes, even tugging her shirt up to toy more directly with her. My fingers dug into her skin and the pressures were a chaotic mess only getting hotter and more impressive by the second. Her pussy felt so snug, and as I stretched her out and filled her, the greedy focus became more and more of a feverish wreck by the second. I was ready for it, throwing all sense away for the sake of keeping the pace here.
Sonia's continued shrieks were just what I wanted to her. "I love your cock! Your huge dick is wrecking my pussy!" Her legs pressed against me, panties hanging off of her ankle as my vicious, greedy use of her body only grew rougher. My nuts slapped against her ass as I filled her up, bottoming out each time inside of her with my stubborn, balls deep thrusts. She was my plaything now, every urge and desire inside of me built solely on the fixated idea that what I needed was to use her. Once more, that vile instinct inside of me to have somebody completely submissive and powerless under me became the hazy driving force for everything I did. I wasn't afraid of going all out on her, throwing everything I had into the senseless brutality I knew could make me feel amazing.
Was this a Hypno thing? It had to be; I'd never felt like this any living moment before this insanity began. But how could any Hypno function if this was how they lived? How was this world not just an unhinged hypnosis orgy at all times? There was way too much here that seemed utterly untenable, but as my hips continued their reckless slams down, it just seemed right. The snug embrace of her tight inner walls clenched around my cock and struggling to close back up made for the most amazing sensation. She met me with so much resistance, but none of it mattered. None of it was an obstacle to my greedy and reckless indulgence, sensations raging on hotter as I did everything I could to keep her falling deeper.
Feeling her surrender underneath my every reckless indulgence made for the most perfect and succinct of joys, her every gasp of pleasure coming on messier and harsher. Everything I did was in service of pushing her, staring into her dizzy eyes and trying my best to keep carrying my way through this insanity. The scale of disaster I was dealing in here was utter madness, but as she continued giving in to me, I was ready to keep it up, and to burn her up fully. She was stuck here. She was mine.
"I want you to pump me full of jizz! I'm your whore. I'm your filthy hypnowhore!" Her eyes crossed, and I watched her completely unravel, giving up to the pleasures that she needed most, embracing something absolutely shameless. The hopeless, ferocious greed burning through her was so potent and so messy that it almost felt too insane to be real, but the joy I saw in her eyes almost made me feel right for doing it. For a brief moment, pinning her to the ground and pumping her womb full of Pokemon jizz, I was doing a good thing and making her happy, pushing her to surrender fully. Then reality set back in. That post-nut funk where everything feels kinda sleepy and gross and all you want to do is lie down. I was looking once more at someone ravaged by pleasure and left to twist on the floor in dismay, and that was my cue to just get the fuck out of there.
She looked so happy. So messy and confused and blissed out as I lay upon her. She was done for, and as I drew slowly back, watching my cum ooze out of her pussy, I knew I had once more gone over the line in all the most shameful of ways. "If somehow I'm stuck in this world, I'll see you again. In the meantime, look into other dimensions to see if I can fix this, and fantasize about me fucking you some more." If somehow my fate wasn't to escape this insanity, a girl like Sonia was exactly what I was going to need to soothe my frustrations. But still, as I lumbered away like fucking Bigfoot from my latest victim, all I could hope was that I wasn't too long for this place after all.
As I walked off, I kind of regretted not sticking around. She was probably a more reliable chance at getting home than flagging down Shauntal was. She was a researcher, after all. Maybe she'd have an idea. But realistically, I had stuff to take care of here first, and I still saw Shauntal as my ticket out of here. Maybe I could use her clout to get into touch with better researchers. Maybe I just wanted to pound a goth girl senseless with my funky monsterdick before I went home. Maybe it was both of those things. Whatever the reason, I decided to not bother with any cornn berry grow spot scouting and stumbled back to the ranger outpost to follow up violating Sonia with a trip through Solana's holes again.
Comments
You always have that good humor to mix in with the dark trope. Hopefully this story continues
