{"sf1_id":1256150,"sf2_id":"Zeq3GjMn","title":"The Great War of Plaisir - Chapter Zero","author":"Runewuff","words":563,"posted_at":"2017-10-31T06:28:05.000Z","tags":["Female","Fight","Human","Jolteon","Male","Nerf","Plot Development","Pokemon","War"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1256150-the-great-war-of-plaisir-chapter-zero","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Zeq3GjMn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/35/26/3526a474-3ef1-43dd-81e3-1ddd946408b1","description":"Introduction","content":"Writing \"practice sketch\"  \nThe Great War of Plaisir - Chapter Zero - AKA Teaser  \nby Runewuff\n\n* * *\n  \nOriginal Story © [Dark Violet](https://dark-violet.sofurry.com/)  \nNeon Staccato the Jolteon © [Coldstone](https://www.furaffinity.net/user/coldstone)  \nCafé Plaisir © [PaliBakufun](https://www.furaffinity.net/user/PaliBakufun)  \nPokémon © Nintendo/Game Freak   \n  \n\n* * *\n  \n\nHis knees were going to regret this.\n\nHe crouched at an uncomfortable angle behind a bed on its side - instead of being put to some productive use - the smooth barrel of his rifle resting across the varnished side of who-knew-what, peering into a black hallway. Like something out of a horror movie, the faint red light of his gun did not reach the end of that black tunnel - it only made the environment creepier.\n\nThe sounds were not any better - thumping of beds and \"fuck!\"s of the defeated, thumping of darts and \"fuck!\"s of the slain. War and rape. This was not making his dick any less shriveled.  \n  \nAnd it stank - like floor cleaner and pokémon butt - smell of a pokémon center.  \n  \nHe just wanted a piece of pokémon ass. This was the place for it - they said. Especially if you were into cocks - they said. Best damn whorehouse for \"pokéverts\" in the country - they said.  \n  \nHow'd it come to this?  \n  \nNow the furniture was in barricades - because Sam said so - and the lights off - because Sam thought it gave them a _tactical advantage_ or some other military bullshit - and he was _stationed_ here - because Sam had _ordered_ it - more military bull talk.   \n  \nWho was this Sam guy and did he actually have any military experience?  \n  \n...and where was that damned woman?  \n  \nThe redhead he was _stationed_ with - more military lingo - had gone off to the vending machines\u0026nbsp; to grab them a couple cokes - or whatever they had around here - he wasn't particular at this point. ...or so she said.  \n  \nShe _had_ been chatting amicably about a big black arcanine cock - or a big black mightyena one - with a _big_ knot - she was firm about that -  \n  \n\"Pfff!\" he snorted. She probably found one and forgot about him.  \n  \nThirsty, sore, gripping a rifle that didn't feel at all toylike in the horror movie dark. Nothing but war and rape for company. And the pokémon center stink.  \n  \nBecause Sam said so.  \n  \n\"Bet'cha Sam's a Call of Duty-playing little twink,\" he said to no one in particular.  \n  \n\"Weyll, THIS Call-a-Duty playing little twink,\" answered a female Texan accent _behind_ him, \"bet's you're a beer-breathed raedneck!\"  \n  \nMotors whirred.  \n  \n\"SHIT!\" he ducked down, a burst of darts _blap-blap-blapping_ so he _felt_ them impact the furniture!  \n  \nHe rose up, knees firing up twin protests, rifle towards the darkness, and pulled - cheap plastic trigger dug into his finger and ached before it clicked - glow-in-the-dark-green bolts - _tracers!_ - lighting up strobe-light flashes of a little spikeyfur, dark-visored and a worryingly large sci-fi blaster in each paw. Every shot went over the little jolteon's head, and she seemed the color of a ghost.  \n  \n\"DAMN!\" he had expected an enemy soldier to be roughly man-shaped - but pokémon could be four-legged or winged or slither or - anything, really.  \n  \nHer darts did not miss. _Pop-pop_ they sailed in his red light and struck his t-shirt.  \n  \n\"Gotcha!\"\n\n* * *\n[The Great War of Plaisir - Prologue](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1222199)"}