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Posted 4 years agoPeople who write for commissions have my utmost respect. I’m better off paying people to write my ideas for me, since I can’t get them down on paper myself.
Dead Account lol
Posted 4 years agoSo, I haven't really been posting much here. That much is obvious. Kinda running dry on motivation to complete or continue stories. Real life stuff doesn't help with that at all. Can't guarantee I'll be able to make something decent anytime soon.
100 Favs?
Posted 5 years agoWow, I thought my stories were garbage. You guys actually like them? Jokes aside, thanks for all the favs.
My page looks pretty barren, huh?
Posted 5 years agoI don't really know what to do about that, so I guess I'm kinda stuck with it.
Little Update
Posted 5 years agoUpdated my current submissions to include the stories in the description in case anyone had trouble with .pdf files, and I’ll be doing the same for future submissions.
Really Short Story
Posted 5 years agoThis was just a little story idea I had in mind that really wasn’t worth it’s own submission. I’ll probably put tiny stories like this here.
“Trainer! I require worshipping!”
Already? It didn’t feel that long since dinner, or maybe he’s just making me service him for longer today. I’ve lost track of time long ago. All I ever have time to think about is his ass, considering it’s almost always in my face.
“Trainer!”
Right, right. I have to be quick, or else I face punishment. I made sure to rush to his room, before softly opening the door.
“You were a tad slow, trainer. Be faster next time or else I’ll punish you”
Before me was my Glaceon, laid down on what used to be my bed, his rear pointed towards the door. It’s a position I’m all too familiar with now. But I can’t help but think about how my life got to this point every time I see him lying on my bed like he owned it. Well, he does now, but it wasn’t always like that.
When I found him in the wild he wasn’t different from any Pokémon I’ve ever seen before. Just a wild Glaceon. However, he willingly joined my party, no battle necessary. I thought that was strange for a wild Pokémon, but who was I to turn that down? After joining my team, he fit right into the group, although he never actually battled. He always left it to someone else on the team to battle.
As time went on, things changed in him. He slowly persuaded me into doing things for him, little by little. Younger me didn’t notice his conniving tone enough to realize what he was doing. He always used his sweet voice to give me thanks afterwards, and that was always enough for me to not think about it any more.
Over time, he talked me into doing more and more things for him, like bringing his meals to him, rather than him moving himself. The requests became more and more bold, until it all came to a head one fateful day.
One day, I just came back home from a long, busy day. I was exhausted, and all I wanted was to jump in my bed and take a long nap. I did just that, but that day took a turn.
As I opened the door, I saw Glaceon laying down on my bed. That part was pretty normal, as he had been sleeping in my bed for a while now. However, his body was faced away from me as he looked back. It seemed like he wanted something from the way he looked at me. As it turned out, I was right about that.
“Worship me.”
It was just two little words, but those words would change my life forever. In bewilderment, I simply blurted out, “What?”
“You heard me.”
I did, but the demand hadn’t registered in my head yet. Worship him? Like, kneeling down and all that? That kind of demand felt so out of the blue.
“No, what’s gotten into you?”
He suddenly looked really ticked at being refused.
“I don’t think you quite realize how things are going to work around here from now on. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to show you.”
He slowly raised his rear into the air, and pointed it directly towards me. I stood there like an idiot, confused on what he was doing, and why he was suddenly so rude. I managed to hear him softly grunt before being promptly blown away. From his rear erupted a storm of gas that pelted me in the face.
For being a Glaceon, the massive fart that hit me was hot, and atrocious. A horrific mix of rotten vegetables and meat, along with the general stench of intestinal tract. I was on my knees before I could really comprehend the odor, gagging and retching. The urge to vomit crept up, and it took everything to prevent it.
The blast finally ended at the 30 second mark, and I was left to choke on the thick gas that surrounded me. Glaceon simply stood up and left the room without saying a word, a satisfied grin on his face.
“You better not be staring off into space again!”
I shook my head as I finally came back to the present, Glaceon’s plump ass still before me. I sighed internally, and placed my hands on each cheek, before gliding them across his cool skin. This was all I was good for to him now, a slave to his ass.
“Trainer! I require worshipping!”
Already? It didn’t feel that long since dinner, or maybe he’s just making me service him for longer today. I’ve lost track of time long ago. All I ever have time to think about is his ass, considering it’s almost always in my face.
“Trainer!”
Right, right. I have to be quick, or else I face punishment. I made sure to rush to his room, before softly opening the door.
“You were a tad slow, trainer. Be faster next time or else I’ll punish you”
Before me was my Glaceon, laid down on what used to be my bed, his rear pointed towards the door. It’s a position I’m all too familiar with now. But I can’t help but think about how my life got to this point every time I see him lying on my bed like he owned it. Well, he does now, but it wasn’t always like that.
When I found him in the wild he wasn’t different from any Pokémon I’ve ever seen before. Just a wild Glaceon. However, he willingly joined my party, no battle necessary. I thought that was strange for a wild Pokémon, but who was I to turn that down? After joining my team, he fit right into the group, although he never actually battled. He always left it to someone else on the team to battle.
As time went on, things changed in him. He slowly persuaded me into doing things for him, little by little. Younger me didn’t notice his conniving tone enough to realize what he was doing. He always used his sweet voice to give me thanks afterwards, and that was always enough for me to not think about it any more.
Over time, he talked me into doing more and more things for him, like bringing his meals to him, rather than him moving himself. The requests became more and more bold, until it all came to a head one fateful day.
One day, I just came back home from a long, busy day. I was exhausted, and all I wanted was to jump in my bed and take a long nap. I did just that, but that day took a turn.
As I opened the door, I saw Glaceon laying down on my bed. That part was pretty normal, as he had been sleeping in my bed for a while now. However, his body was faced away from me as he looked back. It seemed like he wanted something from the way he looked at me. As it turned out, I was right about that.
“Worship me.”
It was just two little words, but those words would change my life forever. In bewilderment, I simply blurted out, “What?”
“You heard me.”
I did, but the demand hadn’t registered in my head yet. Worship him? Like, kneeling down and all that? That kind of demand felt so out of the blue.
“No, what’s gotten into you?”
He suddenly looked really ticked at being refused.
“I don’t think you quite realize how things are going to work around here from now on. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to show you.”
He slowly raised his rear into the air, and pointed it directly towards me. I stood there like an idiot, confused on what he was doing, and why he was suddenly so rude. I managed to hear him softly grunt before being promptly blown away. From his rear erupted a storm of gas that pelted me in the face.
For being a Glaceon, the massive fart that hit me was hot, and atrocious. A horrific mix of rotten vegetables and meat, along with the general stench of intestinal tract. I was on my knees before I could really comprehend the odor, gagging and retching. The urge to vomit crept up, and it took everything to prevent it.
The blast finally ended at the 30 second mark, and I was left to choke on the thick gas that surrounded me. Glaceon simply stood up and left the room without saying a word, a satisfied grin on his face.
“You better not be staring off into space again!”
I shook my head as I finally came back to the present, Glaceon’s plump ass still before me. I sighed internally, and placed my hands on each cheek, before gliding them across his cool skin. This was all I was good for to him now, a slave to his ass.
Yep
Posted 5 years agoYeah, I’m a bit of a memer, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me
A Small Message
Posted 5 years agoI’ll be honest, I never expected my stories gain as much attention as they have so far. So, I feel like I need to express my gratitude for all you guys who take the time to give my stories a read. Thank you, and I hope I can continue to provide entertaining stories for y’all.
