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POKEMON KINK MEME!!

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POKEMON KINK MEME!

Never seen a kink meme before? It's simple.
Anonymously post a ship or a character, and a kink.
And other anons will write for you!

If you're having trouble deciding what you're looking for or can't decide on a kink, go ahead and give the list of kinks a look over.

Also PLEASE if you make a request, try to fill another, kink memes die so young with only prompts and no fills :(
And feel free to fill any prompts that have already been filled.

Have fun!! If this really gets going I'll try to make an index.

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Red x Missingno, ANYTHING...

AND I WILL, PROMISE. I'm just in the middle of something at the moment, but I'll do this for you!

>Brawly/Bruno
>>Brusingly rough fight for dominance, ends with Bruno submitting to [Author!Anon's choice of sex act].

Your choice of characters.

Something that would result in this: http://pokanon-meme.dreamwidth.org/256.html?thread=10496#cmt10496

I regret absolutely nothing.

Kind of thinking of Flint and Volkner here, maybe?

Flint/Volkner would be amazing. :D

I respectfully request some Clay love. I don't mind with whom, as long as it's serious and not cracky, and not non-con. (Except child characters please, unless they're aged up.)

I don't really have a kink, I just want to see one of my favorite characters get some love. Please?

A researcher or dedicated trainer decides to crack the mystery of the Pokémon Day Care once and for all, transforms themself into a Pokémon, and has an accomplice check them into the Day Care with one of their Pokémon. FULL CONTACT ANTHROPOLOGY ENSUES.

Bill would be the obvious choice here --- and an excellent one --- but there are all sorts of people I can imagine doing this. Everyone loves solving mysteries! Looker would be hilarious. Would Cynthia provide interesting egg moves??

~~why do I want this (please help)~~ <3

Dawn/Crystal/May/Touko

The girls-in-shorts trio tease Dawn for wearing a skirt all the time, but secretly they like the easy access it gives them...

I don't know why you want it, but I want it too.

Seconding hard for Cynthia.

"Mrmph. Now I know ya been told all this before."

"..."

"Ain't nothin' new."

"..."

"Ya know I can't be comin' back, I'm on vacation. That serious? Mrmph... Well, I reckon--" A hand over his hand lowered his phone. He didn't need to look over and certainly didn't need to be told yet again that they were here to 'calmly enjoy the solitude'. "I'll call ya in a few." He grumbled a while longer under his breath about how he had important things to do, that he didn't have time to be sitting in a cave with some old actor, that he was cold, and wasn't even sure why he'd been invited.

"You overwork yourself." A soft response to the stream of frustration. Clay paused, something more than startled by the quieter man's sudden forwardness. "I apologize. I have been concerned for quite some time."

"What? Nah. Been workin' this pace my whole life. Not overworkin' when it's my usual pace."

"I'm aware of how you work and the tension it causes you. I can see it in your face and--"

"An' the cave?"

"Is there something wrong with it?"

"'Sides how chilly it is?" Sarcasm. Annoyed sarcasm.

"..."

"The reception's pretty darn bad," he muttered, almost chuckling.

"I assumed that would be a positive."

He squinted at Brycen wondering if they were having the same conversation. Sarcasm aside, he doubted he came off as anything similar to the gym leader so often caught in meditation. Time was money and he wasn't sure about the former actor, but he knew he sure didn't have the cash to kick around to be meditating in the back of some cave. There was work to be done. "This was fun 'n all those pleasantries, but I have quite a bit of work to be gettin' back to." The stout man stood up, rolling his shoulders before he tipped his hat to his fellow gym leader. "Thanks for yer concern, Brycen."

"You should stay."

The Ice-type leader did not usually have enough sway over him that he'd listen to the request, but curiosity got the better of him. He sat closer than he had been in an attempt to get a better look at Brycen's face beneath the mask. It was difficult enough to read reactions in the lighting of the cave. "Any reason yer so darn concerned?"

"As I've mentioned, I've noticed your tension."

"We're all tense. Heck, I could betcha Elesa is even more stressed than me, but yer not takin' her up to some frozen cave."

"..."

"Haven't really seen ya buddy-buddy with anyone."

"You interest me. Something about... Regardless, I can't imagine this line of questioning could make you any more relaxed."

"Why's that? Might find out somethin' I don't like? What's 'interest' mean to ya anyhow?" After a long pause, staring at an unreadable expression, somthing clicked with Clay that he was amazed hadn't sooner. "That sort..." An affirmative nod. "Ain't that something."

"I did not plan on acting on it."

"Shame."

As they stared each other down in the silence, Clay's phone rang again.

Green/Daisy

Incest is probably enough of a kink on its own, but if you wantto incorporate them trying not to get caught, that's good too.

You have no idea how happy I am that this is being filled. ouo And it's so cute! Thank you!

Three days after he'd left Fuchsia, Red finally arrived on Cinnabar Island.

Since he'd just beaten Koga and gotten his sixth badge, it didn't make sense to him to take any other route to Cinnabar. He'd been horribly wrong, though- the route was teeming with Tentacool that clung to Blastoise as they surfed and then there was the not-so-small matter of Seafoam Islands. The underground cave system was sprawling and dangerous and it had taken him far longer than he'd liked to make any progress through it. Still, he was sure he'd glimpsed Articuno in there, icy wings glittering.

By the time he'd actually arrived on Cinnabar, it was late. Both he and Blastoise were tired from the journey. Getting his Volcano Badge would have to wait until the morning, at least, so that they could sleep and be at their best. Red located the Pokémon Center on the tiny island and then set about the quiet routine of winding down for the evening- he handed his Pokémon in to the nurse for a check up. He had a meal of curry and rice, but no one ever seemed to make the curry spicy enough for his taste. He got his Pokémon back and prepared for the battle in the morning. And lastly, he checked into a small room in the Pokémon Center.

A few hours later, Red exited the Center again, this time carrying only a towel with him and wearing swimming shorts. He made his way down the beach to the shore. For a few moments, he was motionless, taking in the scene.

The waves lapped at the shore, pulling sand and sediment back and forth. Red listened quietly to the rumbling of the waves crashing. As he looked around, he wasn't too surprised to learn he was the only one out on the beach that evening. It was almost ten, after all, and pitch dark. When Red looked out to sea, he almost couldn't tell where the sea ended and sky began- only the presence of stars gave it away.

Setting his towel down on the beach, he headed towards the waves. The water would clear his mind, he knew, and a swim would probably calm him. Not because he was nervous. No, it was because he wasn't. He was fully aware of his own capabilities as a Trainer and his Pokémon's great strength.
He was a brilliant Trainer; some had even said he was a prodigy for his abilities and others had heralded him a saint for bringing down Team Rocket. But he knew he was powerful and that was the problem. There was nothing worse than getting arrogant, because overconfidence could easily be his downfall. That was Green's problem and it was the exact reason he kept beating his rival.

Red took a few steps into the water. It was freezing, much colder than he'd anticipated and he took him a deep breath out of surprise. He hadn't gotten very far in- the water was only up to his ankles- but something caught his eye and made him stop. Not too far away, there seemed to be something floating in the water. He couldn't quite make out what it was- it wasn't a Pokémon though, that he was pretty sure of.

Taking a few steps back out of the water, he went to investigate, his curiosity piqued. As he got closer, he started to think that leaving the water had been a good idea. Whatever it was, it looked unpleasant and at first, Red thought it was an oil slick. In the light that came off the street lights behind him, it seemed sleek and iridescent like oil. It was only when Red looked a bit closer that he started to notice the details.

Whatever this black mass was, there was something strange about it and Red realised that he'd thought of the word 'eldritch' to describe it. Sure, it was glossy where it caught the light, but the reflections seemed far too square. The edges of the black mass dissolved into the water, but the closer Red looked, the more it seemed as if it broke away into squares. He didn't like to look too closely at it, because he thought he could make out shapes bubbling in it, rising and bursting like water on the boil. If he concentrated too hard on the shapes, he could see things in them- ancient shapes that reminded him of the skeletons he saw in the Pewter Museum.

Red stared for a while longer, transfixed by this mysterious entity. It was only when he realised that it was coming towards him that he blinked and managed to look away. Taking a second look at it, he backed away slowly before turning, picking up his towel and leaving the beach. He headed back to the Pokémon Center, realising that it was getting late. Well, he didn't want to swim, anyway.

He slept poorly that night. It took him quite some time to drop off, as his mind kept drifting towards thoughts of his upcoming Gym match. Strategies and combinations raced around his head until he could think of no more and his mind took comfort in that all of them ended with his inevitable victory. Even when he did fall into sleep, it was less than peaceful. He tossed and turned fitfully, his dreams clouded and hazy, as if viewed through an oily film. He awoke in a cold sweat, but couldn't remember anything about the nightmare.

Not one to waste time, Red put the night previously behind him. He dressed hurriedly and had breakfast, before leaving the Pokémon Center with his roster ready to battle. He tried not to look out to sea as he made his way to the Gym, but the temptation was great. Whatever that thing was he saw last night, it wasn't as important as earning the Volcano badge.

It didn't take Red long to locate Cinnabar Gym and it took him almost less time to reach Blaine. His Gym 'puzzle' had consisted of his apprentices blocking the way, each of them armed with their Pokémon and a quizzical question for the challenger. Red knew he didn't need to prove himself to these underlings so he opted for the trivia, but even then, it was easy. They were simple questions, things that any Trainer ought to know or at least be aware of.

Red soon found himself facing Blaine, but like the other Gym Leaders, they were a poor match for him. He'd known what to expect of the Quizmaster, and had sent in Snorlax and Blastoise. Snorlax just seemed to absorb anything that came his way, despite not having any type advantages. Blastoise, on the other hand, made short work of Blaine's Fire-types. Less than an hour after he'd entered the Gym, he exited again, only this time with a shiny red Badge pinned to his jacket, in the shape of a brilliant flame.

They would leave Cinnabar the next day, Red decided. He knew that he'd be allowed into Viridian's Gym now he had the seven others and entrance into Victory Road was so close, he could almost taste it. But he knew haste could be his downfall, too, so they'd take it a little steadier. Besides, it would mean he could try and work out what that sludgy mess he saw in the sea was. Despite being able to concentrate in the Gym, Red found afterwards that he couldn't stop thinking about the strange thing in the water. And it bothered him, because he had no idea why.

It was evening before Red headed down to the beach again. The sun hung low and red in the sky, but at least it was better light to see by. Leaving his Pokémon and his belongings in the Pokémon Center again, he made his way down to the shore in the same manner as the night before. There were a few people here, but they were mostly packing up their belongings to head home, or just taking quiet evening strolls.

Leaving his towel on the sand, he approached the shore once again, keeping his eyes on the sea. The cold water lapped around his ankles and it was then that Red noticed the slick creeping towards him on the incoming tide. In the better light, he could make out the true shape of the mass- it wasn't just a puddle that floated on the waves. To Red, it resembled a block, but it was a messy, backwards L-shape and he could see that it really did seem to dissolve into squares at the edges.

The word pixellated came to Red this time and he couldn't do anything to dissuade it. He could see the eerie, skeletal shapes rising in the mass again. He looked around to see if anyone else could see it, too, but nobody seemed to even notice him, let alone anything near him. He turned his attention back to it and noticed, this time, that it wasn't just solid black. There were patches in it that were grey, inky purple or even rusty orange. He tried to tear his attention from this bizarre puddle, but he couldn't quite manage it, despite taking steps back out of the water.

What do you want from me? What are you? Red asked it with a thought. He wasn't sure it had ears or anything like conventional organs. Somehow, attempting to speak to it with his thoughts seemed to make more sense- it had distracted his attention all day, after all.

It heard him, though, and it understood. As the tide rolled in, Red took a step back in horror as the creature started to rise up out of the water. It didn't take any particular shape at first, but it glistened in the light of the sunset, shifting unpleasantly, shapes still bubbling under the surface. Eventually, it seemed to settle in a mound-like shape; ten foot tall, completely opaque and it seemed almost gelatinous.

Red stared, partially in horror and partially in awe. His mind had kept drifting back to it all day, but now, it had his complete attention. He started to ask his questions again, in his mind, when the mass in front of him started to do something. A tear in the middle of it started to open up and it was only after it was open that Red recognised it as a mouth.

Fearing the worst, Red hurried backwards up the beach to where he had dropped his towel, but he turned his attention back to the mass, its mouth still open. He half-expected it to follow him, but it remained where it was. Instead, it waited a moment before it started to sing.

Red had never heard anything quite like it. The creature's song had an unearthly quality to it. It was as if it was singing with several voices at the same time, all at different pitches. One of them was very high and started off with four distinctive tones, three the same; dink dink dunk dink. One of the voices, Red noticed, wasn't so much heard as felt- it was as if it was echoing in his head and in his chest cavity. He put his head in his hands, trying to block the tone out. He could deal with listening to the song, but this was painful!

Red dared to look back at the creature and it ceased its song, but the last tone reverberated around in his head for quite a while. He watched as the bubbling mass sunk back into the water, leaving him with just the memory of an unnatural tone and the beginnings of a migraine. Grabbing his towel, he bolted back up the beach and into the Pokémon Center.

Unlike the night before, Red slept deeply. He barely moved, and he dreamt of unnatural creatures and a song he could only remember four notes of.

In the morning, Red didn't hesitate to leave Cinnabar. He had to get away from here, away from the creature. He sent out Charizard and flew, as fast it would allow him, onwards to Viridian City. He didn't bother to prepare too much. He knew he could face whatever the Gym threw at him.

It was something of a surprise to say the least, to face Giovanni once again. Red had no idea that the Rocket boss was also a Gym Leader, but somehow, it completed the puzzle. Giovanni taunted him, smug that this time, he would win. Red had other ideas, though. Sending out Blastoise and Venusaur, Giovanni's Ground-types seemed no threat, even when he used moves like Earthquake and Fissure. For Ground-type Pokémon, Red noticed, they didn't know very many Ground-type moves. Defeated, Giovanni handed over Red's eighth and final badge- a majestic green leaf.

Exiting the Gym, Red found himself gazing south, in the direction he imagined Cinnabar must be. It was sudden and irresistible, but he found humming the four notes of the ethereal tone from the creature's song. His mind wandered as he headed to the Pokémon Center- what would that creature feel like to touch? Would it be greasy, or smooth like silk? Would his hand sink into it, or would it have a proper surface?

By the time the nurse returned with his healed team, Red had to excuse himself. Hurrying to the bathroom in the Center, he hoped no one would notice how hard he was, or if they did, they'd just assume it was because the nurse was cute. He locked himself in one of the stalls, feeling ridiculous.

Of all the reasons to be pleasuring himself, thinking of some slippery creature that he saw floating in the sea had to be one of the worst. He couldn't help it, though. He kept imagining what it would feel like against his skin, against his dick, smooth and sleek and porous. He moaned as he climaxed, coming hard and gasping for breath.

Eventually, he composed himself enough to clean himself up, wash his hands and splash cold water on his face, feeling foolish for what happened. Damn. That thing had gotten into his head badly. He emerged from the bathroom rather sheepishly and thankfully, most of the people in the foyer were different from the ones who saw him dash in.

Well, whatever. Red vowed that it would be forgotten now and he'd put it out of his mind. He had Victory Road to contend with, now, and the League Challenge at the Indigo Plateau. He didn't worry too much about preparing too much- he knew he'd be fine.

The next two weeks felt like a blur to Red. He made his way west towards Victory Road, beating Green in another battle along the way. Green tried so hard, but Red bested him every time. Despite himself, Green was impressed with Red's Espeon and congratulated him on having his Eevee evolve into something unusual. Red quietly accepted the praise and continued his journey.

Victory Road was long and a chore. Strong Trainers- almost as good as Red, no less- were around every corner. It didn't take Red long to blitz through them, but it was a waste of his time and energy. He didn't have to prove himself to them, but some of them were insistent. The cave itself was not without danger. Rocks threatened to fall in on him on many occasions and some areas were impassable without heaving heavy rocks around to plug up chasms in the cave floor. The only high point was that he thought he saw Moltres, fiery wings flickering

He emerged from Victory Road tired and dirty. Upon reaching the Pokémon Center at Indigo, he and his Pokémon rested and prepared to sweep the League. As night fell, he tried to sleep but found his hands and mind wandering. Once again, he imagined what it would be like to come into contact with the creature on the Cinnabar coast. And as before, just imagining it enveloping him was enough to help him get off, trying to come quietly in the silence of the dark.

That really was it- he didn't want to think about that bubbling mass any more, much less get off to it! With renewed determination, he prepared his team the next morning and entered the Elite Four challenge.

Well, it was described as a challenge but by now, it was easy for Red. Lorelei prided herself on her unusual Ice-types, but Charizard melted her resolve and he was such Pikachu had given her something of a shock. Bruno's Fighting-types were mighty, to be sure, but they were a sorry match for Venusaur.

Red faltered only once during his battle and it was with Agatha. Her Gengar reminded him, momentarily, of the creature from Cinnabar and his mind was distracted for just a moment by remembering the song and how it had echoed through his head. His Pokémon, on the other hand, remained focused and Espeon bettered them easily. Red promised himself not to be so careless, though.

Lance was the only Elite to be any kind of genuine threat to him. He'd seen a handful of Dratini, but Dragon-types were rare. He wasn't sure, in all honesty, where their weaknesses lay. And then he remembered that most Pokémon had a common weakness- his team's brute combined strength.

It wasn't too much of a surprise to Red to discover that Green had beaten him to becoming the Champion. He was usually two steps ahead in his journey. He also wasn't too surprised to see him with a fully raised team of his own, with types that mirrored his. But then, things tended to end one way when facing Red in a battle, so it wasn't a surprise when Red beat Green easily and took the title of Champion for his own.

The formalities that followed were a little dull, so Red passed the time remembering the song from Cinnabar. The Professor officially entered Red into the Hall of Fame, praising both him and his grandson on their performances and presenting Red with a smart certificate and a shiny trophy. Red smiled gratefully, knowing that even though it had been easy and come naturally to him, it was still an achievement. Green gave him a congratulatory handshake, though Red could see he was bitter- Green always had to work harder at the things Red could do easily.

By the time everyone had finished congratulating Red, he was ready to leave. He never did so well in crowds of people at the best of times. He briefly stopped off at home to drop off his trophy and see his mother. She beamed and congratulated him on his great success, crying happy tears, before cooking him dinner and encouraging him to stay at home for a while. He simply smiled quietly and didn't argue. He owed her that much, at least.

Night fell, though, and Red felt restless. He kept looking out of his bedroom window towards the coast and towards the distant volcano of Cinnabar, lit softly by a half-moon. Taking Charizard, he left the house and flew south. He planned to confront the creature- ask it what it was once and for all and tell it to leave him alone. Whatever it had done to him to get into his head, he wanted it undoing!

He landed on the beach and recalled Charizard before approaching the water, looking to the waves for the slippery creature. Sure enough, as it had before, it drifted over to greet him, like an eager pet greeting its master. Red noticed it look glossier than ever, although he wasn't sure if he'd just imagined it. In its presence, he couldn't help but start to hum the strange song that it had sung to him before.

Seeming delighted, the creature rose up out of the water as before and one of its many voices softly sang along with Red. The voice was a lot clearer this time, so this time Red could identify that it was definitely an artificial-sounding voice. He wondered for a moment if this was what a choir of robots sounded like.

As he looked at the creature's upright shape, he noticed the muted colours in it once again, and the dissolving, pixellated edges. He watched it pulsating gently, as if it were breathing, the oily sheen on it moving in the moonlight. And then he realised, sickening horror rising in the pit of his stomach, that the creature wasn't the only thing upright. He hoped that it hadn't seen, or if it had, it didn't understand what it meant. Hell, Red didn't understand it himself. There was nothing appealing about this creature- if anything, it was quite repulsive- but it still kept arousing him to think about. Unfortunately for Red, the creature had noticed and it knew exactly what it meant. It had been expecting this encounter as the desired result!

Red tried to flee as the creature opened its mouth again, fearing what might happen next. He felt something slippery snake around his middle, something smooth and cold and wet. Turning around, Red saw that the creature had extended what seemed to be a vine or a tendril and it had a tight hold of him. It extended a second and it managed to strip his clothes away with one smooth movement, leaving them in a heap on the sand. A third emerged and picked Red up delicately, as if he were some precious prize. He closed his eyes tightly as the creature opened its mouth wider, depositing Red inside itself.

Carefully, Red opened his eyes. It wasn't as dark as he'd been expecting, just almost. He could only just make out the outline of his hand against the gloom. He found himself in what seemed to be a small pit, but he could recognise that the sides of pit as being organic and made of the bizarre creature itself. So this is what it felt like against him- it was as glossy and slippery as he might've imagined, only he didn't realise it would be cold and he didn't anticipate oozing. Still, he couldn't deny it felt so good.

Half the appeal of the fantasy with this creature had been the mystery and the wondering. Red found that he was still very hard, pre-cum dripping off the end of his dick. He could sense that the creature wanted something, but he wasn't sure it was to harm him. He was pretty confident that if it had wanted to digest him, he wouldn't be conscious right now.

He went to lift his arm, to perhaps sort himself out but he found that it was a struggle. It wasn't so much that he was tied up by the creature's sleek tendrils. Whilst he was, he found instead that his hands and feet were sunk into its sticky body. At first glance, Red almost thought he was melting into the creature, as it seemed like the edges of it were pixellating again his skin.

What exactly do you want from me? he asked it carefully. He wasn't expecting any kind of answer, but he could feel the creature extending a tendril. It sloped around his neck and dove into his ear, penetrating it to whisper its answer, its voice inorganic but deep and breathy. I want your body. I want your shape. You have power and respect. I have nothing. Give it to me.

Red gasped for breath slightly. That's what you're after? You can't. It's mine. You have this body. The creature extended another tendril, this one snaking across his bare stomach until it hovered, tip poised teasingly just above his groin. It tickled the tip of his dick and Red squirmed. It felt as if the creature was laughing. I'm already in your mind, partially. Taking your body... Overcoming your body. It'll be easy.

There was a sudden slithering movement from all around Red and the creature had him completely surrounded. The tendril that had been teasing him had suddenly coiled its way around his dick. Without warning, another penetrated him so suddenly that he cried out in surprise and pain. That just gave the creature another opening and two more slim tendrils slid into Red's mouth, one of them practically making it down his throat.

We don't have to do this if you just give up willingly, the creature purred, tauntingly. But judging how hard you were when I brought you in, I think you'd rather put up a fight.

It didn't need any more prompting. Red writhed as the tendril that was firmly in his rear started thrusting at his insides. He'd've cried out if the ones in his mouth hadn't been fucking his throat. He struggled for breath as the one around his dick slithered up and down the length of his manhood, the movements seeming natural, like the creature had a good idea what it was doing. All the while, the creature was humming its eerie song directly in his ear, so he had no choice but to listen.

Red couldn't've imagined how all-consuming having sex with the Cinnabar creature would be. With his mouth full, he managed to notice that the creature smelt strongly of salt water, mingled with the metallic smell of mechanical parts, somehow. The creature was working its way in as best it knew how, but Red had a strong will. He closed his eyes and tried to block the song out, imagining he was putting up mental defences against a Psychic. He could almost sense the creature screaming to try and get in.

This only spurred the creature to work harder. The tendril thrusting in him seemed to grow thicker and it quickened its pace and Red writhed, the sensation almost unbearable as the creature filled him so absolutely. Red knew he was getting close and that it was going to be intense. His defences were weak and if he wasn't careful, he was sure the creature would get in soon.

His hips bucked as he came, limbs squirming and writhing with orgasm. He could feel the creature breaking into his mind, trying to wheedle its way into his head and his body. He closed his eyes tight, breathing raggedly, putting up blockades against the creature as fast as it tore them down.

He concentrated on how strangely the creature smelt instead of how good the sex had been. He noticed the viscous film all over his skin from the creature, instead of the smoothness of the tendrils that enveloped him. And he concentrated on his own limbs, instead of letting the creature absorb him and dissolve, part by part, until they were just one being with Red's shape but the creature's dark consciousness.

Then suddenly, the creature withdrew its tendrils, pulling out of Red as suddenly as it had entered him and he found he was just grateful to be able to breathe. He didn't dare ask what happened, but he supposed that perhaps, the creature just hadn't been good enough. He gave his limbs an experimental tug and found he was able to free his arms and legs from the sticky form of the creature.

He wondered for a brief moment if it had a name, but he didn't really have time to wonder. Red hit the sand hard as the creature spat him out, almost in distaste. For a second, the phrase missing number danced around his head as he shakily raised his head. He was just in time to see the creature sinking back into the ocean, bubbling indignantly. Red guessed he really had blocked it out.

It was then that he noticed that he was a mess. He looked at himself- he didn't notice at this moment, that his hands and feet looked faintly pixellated around the edges. He did notice, instead, that he was covered in an oily film, sand and his own cum. He did notice that he was bleeding, that he ached and was developing a migraine and he did notice, finally, that he stank of the sea.

Making sure that the creature had completely disappeared, he submerged himself in the sea and managed to at least initially clean away some of the grime that covered him. It was enough until he could get home. Not bothering to get dry, he pulled his clothes back on over his pained body and sent out Charizard, heading home.

His mother asked, concerned, what had happened and why he was so dirty. He gave her a dismissive answer and took a hot shower, washing away the disgusting evidence of everything that had happened. So it was all so that missing number could possess him and take his place, huh? It seemed to Red like a lot of effort to go to. His worries, though, seemed to wash away with the hot water and the residual tinkling of the song in his mind.

Over the next few weeks, Red's behavoir became increasingly strange. He stopped speaking completely, which worried his mother immensely. He barely left Pallet Town and Green was sure he saw him stood in the sea up to his waist for hours at a time, stood stock still. His mother fretted, eager for him to confide in her what could have happened to make him start behaving so strangely.

In a whisper, with a voice that sounded robotic and alien to her, he told her that he had to leave and that he'd be back when he was feeling better. She told him he mustn't- he told her that he had no choice. Taking his Pokémon, he left with very little by the way of goodbye. He headed west, looking for somewhere far away from Cinnabar and as far away from the taunting voice of the creature he'd met.

He found a suitable place. It was on the border of Kanto and Johto and the weather was poor. A cave, almost at the summit of the imposing Mt. Silver. No one would think to look for him, here, so he could get the creature's song out of his head by himself. More importantly, the creature would never find him here.

Red entered the cave. It was wide and flat and opened up nicely so he could shelter from the blizzard that fell so silently outside. Although to Red, the snow appeared to be falling in tidy squares and the cave entrance appeared almost rectangular, as if made of pixels.

But that was alright. That would go, soon enough, he was sure. At least here, he was safe from missing numbers.

Phoebe/Sidney, blindfolds and bondage

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I'M THE ANON SAID THEY WOULD TEE HEE

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