# The Great War of Plaisir - Chapter Zero

Author: Runewuff
Tags: Female, Fight, Human, Jolteon, Male, Nerf, Plot Development, Pokemon, War

Introduction

Writing "practice sketch"  
The Great War of Plaisir - Chapter Zero - AKA Teaser  
by Runewuff

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Original Story © [Dark Violet](https://dark-violet.sofurry.com/)  
Neon Staccato the Jolteon © [Coldstone](https://www.furaffinity.net/user/coldstone)  
Café Plaisir © [PaliBakufun](https://www.furaffinity.net/user/PaliBakufun)  
Pokémon © Nintendo/Game Freak   
  

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His knees were going to regret this.

He 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.

The 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.  
  
And it stank - like floor cleaner and pokémon butt - smell of a pokémon center.  
  
He 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.  
  
How'd it come to this?  
  
Now 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.   
  
Who was this Sam guy and did he actually have any military experience?  
  
...and where was that damned woman?  
  
The redhead he was _stationed_ with - more military lingo - had gone off to the vending machines  to grab them a couple cokes - or whatever they had around here - he wasn't particular at this point. ...or so she said.  
  
She _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 -  
  
"Pfff!" he snorted. She probably found one and forgot about him.  
  
Thirsty, 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.  
  
Because Sam said so.  
  
"Bet'cha Sam's a Call of Duty-playing little twink," he said to no one in particular.  
  
"Weyll, THIS Call-a-Duty playing little twink," answered a female Texan accent _behind_ him, "bet's you're a beer-breathed raedneck!"  
  
Motors whirred.  
  
"SHIT!" he ducked down, a burst of darts _blap-blap-blapping_ so he _felt_ them impact the furniture!  
  
He 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.  
  
"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.  
  
Her darts did not miss. _Pop-pop_ they sailed in his red light and struck his t-shirt.  
  
"Gotcha!"

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[The Great War of Plaisir - Prologue](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1222199)

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Zeq3GjMn