Electrical Glitch

The fear I tasted from here was so delicious that I moaned out like a banshee, my roar filling the area with nothing but despair! The trees themselves began to shake as if laughing at the poor Pichu before me, and as they trembled with no remorse the wind, which was as cold as the arctic, began to howl around us. This poor soul was perhaps under the care of someone or something much stronger than it. They were both her benefactor AND her guardian, making sure that alllll her doldrums and tantrums were under a stern, watchful eye of both kindness and guidance. However, what I loved so much about this was the fact that it was these types who were so d e f e n s e l e s s. The ones they clung to failed to teach them how to survive and they, in their ignorance, grew so accustomed to the fact that someone so powerful would blanket them with protection.

If only she had known that I was here to fuck her up.

“Ohhhh, don’t you WORRY, baby doll! Why don’t you s m i l e for me…?” I allowed my tongue to practically m e l t out of my own mouth and rest right at our feet. In seconds this tongue had then extended as if I were some ungodly Lovecraftian creature, its stench so foul that it could bring tears to another’s beautiful eyes! This thick and smiley tongue then began to encase itself around the poor Pichu, its tight grip so firm and so unrelenting that it was as if I was attempting to squeeze the very life out of her. Glitch’s taste had also began to strike into me, and upon realizing how pure and fruitful her soul was I shuddered once again! She was perfect, I knew– an absolutely d e l i c i o u s morsel that would make my undead heart t h u m p.

“Dooooon’t you worry,” my voice called in the wind, its haunting chill welcoming itself not into just the Pichu’s ears, but also her mind itself. “I’ll take V E R Y good care of you! You’ll be miiine forever. We’ll play, and laugh, and play, play, play. Doesn’t that sound F U N!? We can keep each other company F O R E V E R~!”

        {/Glitch was indeed under the care of someone bigger than her. However, he’s been training her to protect herself. He’s been teaching her to hunt, to gather, and everything in between. That’s why he trusted Glitch to stay on her own for short periods of time. However, he was always quick to come back. But he wasn’t this time. If anything, she was hoping that the Raichu’s scent would scare the strange Pokémon away. But maybe he couldn’t smell it over his own stench! It smelled so bad it made the tiny Pichu gag. It was so awful, how could anyone live smelling like this? How could a poison type not smell themselves and just immediately want to jump in a lake and scrub all the filth away? From the sides of her fur, the Pichu went to pat at her chest slightly as if to try and help clear her airways of this horrid stench.

          It didn’t help, of course.

          When asked to smile, the tiny chu shook her head. She didn’t want to smile. She didn’t feel like smiling. Glitch was scared. The next thing she knew; she was ensnared. Quickly she began to struggle in the stranger’s hold. Trying to get out, trying to wriggle her tiny body out of it as much as possible. But he was like an Ekans! He was holding her so tight!

          She didn’t want to go. He was scary. She wanted Thor, she wanted all her friends from the forest. Big brown eyes began to water as she lowered her head into her paws and began to sob. She couldn’t move enough to get a Volt Tackle going. And if she used Thunder Wave, there was a chance she’d be stuck in his hold with no way to get out of it. She was out of options! Glitch could get close enough to use Sweet Kiss on him either. Thinking on that, she’d rather not kiss a Pokémon that smells that bad. Maybe asking nicely will get her what she wants. First though, she has to stop crying.}

My tongue seeped out of my mouth and began to slowly rim itself around my entire body. It was slow, it was agonizing, and it was intimate. I left no inch of my body uncoated by my slobber, and with my eyeballs looking upwards I shivered in immense pleasure. My hands had also took their job at caressing my skin and making me feel g o o d, knowing that, as usual, I had just found another easy bit of prey thinking she could dare be a lioness in my presence!

“It… I S…?” I moaned through the pleasure, almost losing sense of my entire being! Nothing resided in my eye except the l u s t for pain and agony, with my body now drifting over towards the smaller Pokemon without me even realizing it! “You’ve got s u ch a nice territory here, baby doll! C’mon. Let me– lemme insideeeeee~! It’s so, so, so, sooooo r u d e to do otherwise! You wouldn’t want to be r u d e…”

I was then close. So close that I was sapping every bit of heat from her body, as if attempting to make her keel over to my will. As our eyes made a direct contact, my finger made sure to tickle under her chin with a sensation so foul that even soldiers would have broke under it. I had her, I did– and she was going to k n o w never to disrespect me a-fucking-GAIN.

“WOULD YOU?”

         “I can’t! Dad isn’t home. I’m not supposed to let anyone inside,”

        {/This Pokémon was like a Grimer. Except not. How was Glitch supposed to describe them? She couldn’t rightly think of a description, and Thor wasn’t here to help her decipher what could be possibly a scary situation. It wasn’t until the scary thing approached that Glitch suddenly felt a chill. Like a Dewgong using Icy Wind! That kind of a chill was bad! Bad bad bad! The tiny Pichu gave a violent shudder as she used her paws to attempt to cover herself as much as possible. Trying to wrap up in her own fur for warmth.

          Where did this cold come from?

          While trying to figure it out, she didn’t even notice the specter coming closer. It wasn’t until he was right up on her, when he made her look at him, that she suddenly knew the real meaning of fear.

          This was worse than the time she accidentally ate the Swablu fluff and invoked the wrath of an angry Altaria. This was...a ‘lost in the dark’ kind of scary. What a scary stranger! Glitch wanted him gone! But...how could she make him leave? Would he go away if she just told him there was nothing there?}

         “Who’re you?” {/The voice is small, but it is made sure to be heard. From the den she crawls out of, the tiny Pichu is gazing up at the intruder. Without Thor here to protect their territory, it’s up to Glitch to hold down the fort for now! And by golly, she’s going to do it! Crawling out from under her nestle of leaves and hay, she stares up at the larger Pokémon. She’s never seen something like him before!

          A quick sniff tells her that he’s a poison type. He has that S T E N C H about him. But other than that...he doesn’t seem to be bad.}

“What!? You’re not Thor!”

{/And as quick as ever, the tiny mouse runs from the Pikachu. Her little legs carrying her as fast as they can take her to hide behind a rock. So she just smelled like Thor, but she wasn’t actually Thor. Glitch made a bad move. A bad bad move. Now she was stuck with some Pikachu she didn’t know, and her guardian not insight. Nor a friend to help her out of this scrape either.}

“Wha...what seasons is it? Is Winter over? Can I come out now without sinking into the snow?” {/Or mistaking it for Swablu fluff, but that was another story, for another time. Still huddled under Thor, she makes way to stand on her own two paws and walk out from under him. She was a big Pichu! She could do this!}