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The Things I Have To Face

I knew there was something going on as the girls changed their eyes, in a sense, right at me. (Not again.) I Thought knowing full well that this morning could cause problems. Taking my first step out, I could feel the few females outside tense. Closing the door behind me, my heart raced from calm and prepared to mad man on the run.

I grasp my towel tighter onto my talons. Seeing the looks of the females has confirmed my first guess. (I'm about to be swarmed.) Taking a few of my steps, off the front porch and onto the sidewalk, the girls stay where they were. Their eyes pierced through, imagining me naked. The cold chill on my neck could tell me that.

Walking my own merry way, I could feel the atmosphere go cold on me as the eyes of these hormone listening girls. My face was worried; I sweated a few on my own feathers. (Just walk, Blazer. Just walk.) I thought to myself as I paced myself with my own heart. Continuing through, I could hear heavy padding pacing faster than I can. I was afraid to look at the arriving mass, remembering how Lock had sneaked up on me yesterday.

(That can't happen again. Can it?) I was speculating, passing the first block without me noticing it. Soon enough, the padding feet stopped and I was surprised to hear it stop right behind me. (It couldn't be.) I thought. (It can't be this easy for a coincidence to happen.) I speculated. I continue to walk, seeing the dorm building in my sights. I was ready to fight for my approval but was cut short by the laughing that sounded off to my side. The laugh was full heartedly and booming, like Lock's. With that in mind I stopped abruptly, realizing that I may have jinxed myself.

Scared to look behind me, in fear I might have summoned, "Lock" the rock She-Golem. I was not about to make a mistake. Without even a warning, the bodily mass hugged me. Her rocky arms grappled me over my mid section and trapping my arms like before. "Lock! Let go!" I retorted as I struggle in her grasp. I try to wiggle my body away from her but it was not enough. Without me to notice I was about to say a bad word when I shut my own mouth by the sudden touch that was far down.

Lock's hand had slipped down and inside my shorts, and groping at my manhood. I instantaneously panicked but I was still in control. "LOCK! What are you doing?!" I shouted as I struggle in her bear hug. "*Shush*" She started to whisper in the side of my head. "Just let me do this" She pleaded but in my perspective, with her horn pointing that dangerously close by, it looked like a threat. I was frozen in place and in the open.

I could feel that other eyes had come to stare at me. None of those eyes left me as if they're trying to imagine themselves doing it here than Lock. "Lock..." I trailed as my maleness had started to rise and stiffen from her constant groping. "... I hope this doesn't go to Whattube..." I said to Lock, as she continues to rub my lower section with vigor. "Please Blazer, I want this. I want to be with you." She said as she took hold of my cock. "But I can't..." She started crying on my shoulder, her grip was away from me.

I was frozen once more, not by her hugging me but her letting me go. I look back at her, her eyes were crying, her face all sad and her own body was shaking. I wanted to grasp her but she walked pass me before I could act. "...Lock..." I trailed as I saw her leaving me in her dust, headed towards the dorm such as I was. (I have got to put myself together.) I explained to myself, ignoring the events that had occurred.

I once again, continue my walk towards the dorm and surprisingly no other female went hormone stampede on me. Walking to the glass doors of the dorm I found myself staring at the front desk was not Lorna but some entirely new Pokémon. The worst part was, it was also a psychic, and she was a Xatu. Normally I would have panicked but then I approached the counter away from my notice.

"How can I help you?" She started to ask me. Her voice was soft but my senses lead me to have a sinking feeling she just might do the same thing as Lorna. I turn my head away from her for a second.

"I was meaning to ask if I could see Ms. Vanity if she is around?" I said scratching the side of my head, embarrassed that another psychic was on the front desk. (Then again, Lorna wasn't much of a better company.) I thought suddenly remembering her in my thoughts.

I was too entangled with my thoughts that I suddenly heard the Xatu's voice in my head. [You know, it's not nice to think dirty of people when they themselves are not here.] She mentally talked to me, surprising me in the process. My body shook as I looked at her eyes, seeing the emotionless like look at me. Looking at her eyes I was somehow frozen, not a word I could make, my mouth frozen shut and my mind can't think as her distant and emotionless eyes continue to look at me.

We were there, frozen, looking at one another, waiting on something. The silence in the front desk was deafening but the many clangs and bells ringing from the gym close by had caused us to react unevenly to the lookdown. Her eyes were deep but then she was a Xatu, they are always deep and distant. I could feel cold sweat trickle down on me as her uncaring eyes look on.

I thought I would lose to her in this game of silence when she suddenly answered. "Ms. Vanity is out on one of her errands. You can talk to Ms. Natasha if you might want something else from this dorm." She said, plainly and uncaring, typical Xatu. "I see..." I looked at the stairway as if it would be another go upstairs, "... Where's Lorna anyway?" I asked with the same uncaring tone at her to find out her reaction, sadly, she just out talked me. "Lorna finished her shift about an hour ago; I'm here for until 9 PM." She answered. Her tone kept that uncaring tone. Before I could ask once more a form came down the stairway screaming, "Sam! Where is Vanity?!"

(I know that voice anywhere) I thought, looking at the form in the stairway. There, the only Pokémon that did not like me, clad on her usual attire, stood fixed angrily at me, Natasha. "Oh... It's you..." She said as we looked at each other, ready to strike one another. "I suppose you will talk to Ms. Natasha then?" Sam said, as I recently heard her name. "That would be just fine." I said to Sam even though I kept my head still for the stare down with Natasha.

"You would like to talk to me? I'll like to see you try persuading me." Natasha said, insulting me with her actions. She turn her head away, bumped her hip at nothing marking her look annoying and mighty. Without anything else dragging me, I walked a distance away from Natasha. Once again, I found myself in this hallway. Seeing Natasha go to the end of the hall, I followed her, passing by Vanity's office and there I see Natasha enter the last door. I arrived to the door moments later and I knocked on the door. (I should just be polite.) I wondered. "You can get in, simpleton, I left it open!" She screamed the door. (On second thought, I won't.) After hearing how she shouted she doesn't like me.

I turn the knob and enter the office, the typical office but my main focus today was to convince, persuade, threaten or even break Natasha to allow me to use their gym. Closing the door behind me as I do so I see her eyes were glaring and so were mine as I walked to a nearby chair, directly faced at Natasha seated behind her chair. Taking a seat, I lean back some as we are now alone from the outside to hear any of what we say or do.

"Ok, get this straight to your brain male. No more formalities, I don't care what you do or say but I will never allow you to be in our gym." She started as she made her condition. "Fine, I guess you really are just too proud!" I shouted back as our argument began. "What do you mean too proud? Are you deaf or just plain dead weight" She retorted. "You are just one bitch in denial who can't accept the fact that every guy that wanted you just went up and left." I fought back. "What the Hell do you know about me and my life? All those men I dated, I ever had feelings left me for much more slutty girls than me." She started to get angry. "Really, then I suppose you were the one that broke up the relationship in the first place" I answered back, trying to pry her with anything I could come up with. "What makes you think that I was the one that made my relationships end?" She was frowning at me greatly disapproving what I suggested. "Oh, I don't know maybe because you want to control things your way!" I shouted and at her sudden surprise had me to find ways to uncover her denial and finally get somewhere. I continued, "I bet you wanted everything so perfect that the guys are forced to be doing the things they don't do." I see her beak open a bit, her stunned look was priceless. "You wanted the "perfect" male but you should know that there is never a perfect guy, girl or thing in this world. You have to find the male that complements your attitude, hobbies, interests, dislikes and everything about you. There are no short cuts and that is what you experienced, the consequences of forcing someone to be your dream guy. You are supposed to accept the person as is, not as your personal clay doll. No one is ever perfect." I shouted out and her paused expression had me worried but then, this was Natasha that we were talking about.

"What? Did I hit a nerve?" I asked pompously since she was in silence. As the time went on, so did the paused look of Natasha. I waited but something wasn't right, she wasn't answering or even showing any expression. I got worried and looked closely at the form in front of me. But before I could I heard sobbing from my side. (Sobbing...?) I looked to my side and saw nothing but the wall and an empty seat that had happen to be there.

Upon that scene, I wondered if a ghost exists but then I remember that Noctowl's have the skill hypnosis and confusion. Hearing the sobbing continue beside me I focused myself to that direction, turning my seat to the sound coming from the empty chair. "You used confusion on me?" I asked the empty space, expecting it to answer back. The sobbing stopped in that instant as is I found the kill switch for our argument. I stared longer at the empty space and soon, a troubled Natasha spoke.

"I guess you're right." She said. In an instant, the "Natasha" behind the desk soon faded and vanished out of the corner of my eye. Then in an instant I found the real Natasha sobbing, her wings covering her face as her tears flowed down. "I suppose, you are right. I have wanted to find the perfect male when I should have found the male I'm interested in." She admitted right then and there.

Though I was victorious with our small and short debate, my heart ache knowing I caused a woman to cry. (There goes my honor again.) I thought to myself as I stood up and closed the distance between me and the Noctowl. I stood there, looking down at her as she continues to cry her heart out. I could feel myself lower my standards but then she needed a shoulder to reassure her.

Without a second thought, I hugged her crying little form and in an instant, before I could ever react, her wings went up and hugged my body as she shed every tear down on my shoulder. It was worth it to help her and to finally get a proper answer regarding the approval of me working in the gym. Her grip somehow tightens as her tears dampen the shoulder of my shirt. "Now I know this is not an illusion." I said out loud as that caused her to stop crying.

I was frozen on the spot when her form went deeper down on my chest. (What the Heck!) My mind could not register as to what she was doing with me. She stopped sobbing then and started to hold me as tight as she could. At least it wasn't that painful, a fighting type can take more than what she's trying to do. She was there silent and all that. We were there as I waited for her to do something or anything.

Soon enough she faced me from down below, looking up right at my face. I was in shock but not about how fast she recovered but how her eyes has turned love on me was making me doubt her past reaction. "Uh... Natasha, what is with you?" I asked, nervously as the same emotionally, anti-male Noctowl has turned to a girl in love. "What about me?" She asked in return, shocking me once more with the tone of sweet and innocent on it. I was stunned, finding out that my "charms" had caused something like this.

Then I remembered what my dad said, earlier today, girls will practically be going at me because of the family line... The boys have a certain charm.... (Please tell me that it shouldn't work too well.) I thought as I saw once more the loving eyes of Natasha. "Um... you seem... different..." I said, worrying I might make another enemy out of this. "Why, don't you like this handsome? I'm free, available and practically open for you." She lustfully said, as her head rises back to my level.

I thought for sure she would take advantage of this to kiss me out of it but to the extent of my shocked state she leaned over to my shoulder again and whispered. "If you want to be approved, you have got to fuck me." She lustfully said. She backed away from me as she started to unbutton her suit. I was stunned beyond my wildest dreams; a woman who originally hated me now wants to try me as a man and not a plague.

I was stunned, she was stripping right in front of me, she removed the large coat like suit, her small skirt, and she even went as far as to unbutton her white under shirt showing me her red bra. I was at attention to her red bra, more so why they were red, looking further down onto her thighs I also found her panties to be a shade of red and a wet spot was evident.

I wanted to protest why she would do such a thing as I attempt to stand up, away from Natasha's out of character self. But as I did the attempt, her wings were quickly behind my head dragging me back to see her in eye level.

"You are going to fuck me if you want to or not. I want to be fucked by you and no one else. Now, if you resist me and my wished, I don't know what I would do to make you fuck me." She coldly said though she was lustfully looking at me. I wanted nothing to do with her but my spine shivered to the newly evolved Natasha, mentally dominant and sex crazed. I nod my head as I avoid her many dangerous glares pointed for me.

"Good. I want you to strip and to take a comfortable position as you sit on my chair." Without another question, all were frozen with fear. As she released her grip on my head, I quickly stood and placed my towel on the chair I sat with the "fake" Natasha. I took off my shirt, losing my sight of what Natasha would be doing. Removing the article off of me, I could feel her lustful eyes stare at my muscled physique. I was sure her eyes were focused on my as that deep and very chilling feeling crept up at me.

Knowing the abilities this woman have I started to take off my short and reveal my clean white boxer shorts. What can I say I like how comfy and roomy they are. Once again she was looking intently at me even when I was facing away from her. I turned around to find Natasha all but in her underwear... Oh the sight. She just tilts her head towards her chair and soon I walked my way there. I knew full well I was stuck to either follow or face psychic influences once more.

As I turned to go around the table she took a hold of my boxers. Normally I would retaliate but considering she was part psychic was enough to freeze me there. Her wing had sneaked inside, under the garter of my shorts scratching my limp but hardening cock. Her feathers weren't the ticklish ones people use but it was soft... oft in the sense of pillow like materials. Her wing moved about in my shorts and her wings had taken a grasp of my hardening dick. In a sudden and surprising moment I was flooded with pleasure through my own body and my dick was poking out of my shorts, in its instantaneous growth. I was staring in disbelief at how that could have happened.

Soon, Natasha moved her wings scratching every feather that touches my leaking cock. The sweet caress and groping had forced my cock to leak pre on Natasha's wing. She took it out and there was a small line of wet spots on her wing. She looked at me with her eyes of lust and passion and pushed me forward to her chair.

Suddenly, she turned me to face her, her head leveled with my crotch, and pulled my shorts down, painfully scratching the underside of my manhood springing it straight at her face. *smack* my dick went at her beak wetting her with a small amount of pre. She closed her eyes when this happened but was stunned to find my cock on how large it was.

She looked up, finding my cock still hard, throbbing and leaking pre on its sharp tip. I was well endowed in the cock department thanks to my father's genes. She looked at my foot long cock as she marveled over it. I on the other talon was pretty shocked to find her staring... my cock throbbed as she looked on. I was about to move when she shoved me away from her, resulting for me to fall into place on her seat, I found right behind me.

I looked back for a second due to reflex about falling down, her body followed mine and she sat with me, her nude form facing me. I looked into her sex drunken eyes, as she looked down at me. She did not say a word, all she showed me is her smile, a smile not of a sadist, not the smile of a lover, not a smile of happiness but a smile of lust, needy passion and sex. I was there; my heart ached knowing that I may not have a choice in the matter.

I wanted to say something to her but her hot body being close to my lap was making my foot long pride stand for all to see, and that would be Natasha. She moved closer to me, moving her head to the side of mine. "I knew you would like my red underwear." She whispered to me as she rubbed her covered breast on my chest and her covered pussy rubbed my aching dick. "Now, you just relax, Blazer, I'll be doing it... my way." She said as she continues to rub her body at me like trying to get my manly smell for her own so she could mark herself not available to some "smells are everything Pokémon."

But there was something odd with her as my cock was getting wet by the constant rubbing of Natasha's body; I was frozen at the time thanks to her terms and conditions. She once more leaned over to me as she took hold of my hard cock, raising her own body as she was about to let me inside of her. "But then, I'm not wearing any underwear..." she said as she slowly moved her body down.

What she said got me thinking... not wearing underwear when she just said she had underwear but the thought still remain in my mind, she used confusion at me. Before I could think any further, she dropped her whole body at me. My cock entered the feathered abyss of pleasure as Natasha impaled herself on my large cock disappearing within her hot love whole as I notice that she no longer had any underwear.

Her hole was hot and tight. "UGH!!" I could not say anymore due to the conditions, I sat there as her tightness grips me and tucked us together. Natasha, was in bliss, her tongue was lagging out, eyes of heavenly bliss, her breath hot and needy. She looked at me, looking straight at me as she started to withdraw from me.

From there I felt her pussy go wet like a river as she completely removes my cock out of her body. Using one of her wings she tickled my cock. Oh the horror! I wanted to laugh but knowing her and what we agreed upon forced me to hold on for her. I grip the armchair greatly as she started to descend back down on me. Her hole was more wet and tight. My cock slipped in once more, feeling her desperate and needy love was over me. The pleasure was greater now. She might have been doing something to me but I knew not to expect love and respect from her, but complete lust and well... um... savagery... if you count her following instincts more.

She forces my whole cock back in her. Her tightness is still unbelievable... I was stuck between a she devil from hell and the angelic bliss from heaven. I could never win. She stuck my whole length once more inside of her. This time I saw her belly swell as her body tried to cope with the long object. "Ah!" She cried as looked at me blissfully. "Such a man you turned out to be." She said as she looked at me intently. "You'll make a good father to OUR kids someday." She said in a dreamlike state. I could feel my sweat trickle down more and faster hearing her say such a thing... but then the thought that she was more flying type than psychic type reassured me somewhat.

"Are you ready? I hope you are... I'm sure you'll be happy to know," She leaned closer to me and whispered, "I'm not on any pills. You are going to be my mate now." Slyly she said but as she finished, my world went haywire! She started to bounce on me, oh her tightness taking my length, her muscles tense and constrict as I felt her nether skin rub my equally sensitive skin. She was a box of love and pleasure. I was taken to a place I could never have thought.

I felt her feathers rub onto mine, her silky like texture against my rough and manly feathers. The world silenced around me and the only thing I could see was her and her drunken state. I was pinned down. I was in for the world of sex, something I did not suspect to happen. Her vaginal walls clamped tightly at me, as she returned back down on me. The slapping sound was evident as our lower part was getting wet.

"You are such a wetter!" I told her as I felt my guts tighten and my body loosen to her loving and sex drunken act. Her body clings onto me tighter as I felt wings grip me tighter. My own talons grip the armchair tighter as the waves of pleasure, lust and pent up love wash over my body. The heat of our love making was affecting her office. I felt the chair get warmer all of a sudden as Natasha continues to bounce on my cock. "OH! YES! OH! DEEPER!" She kept saying as she placed her face on my chest. Her breath was hot but I knew it was all me. The chair squeaked and rock as her body tumbling down at me with much force that I could never believe she can muster.

As she continued, my resistance to her charms and lust for my seed to shoot within her steadily dwindles little by little. "AH! AH! AH!" She cried out as our hips collide. The slapping sound was evident that even I was wet. Sweat was dripping down my brow, my beak and my feathers as she continues to take my length in her. Her muscles grip with need as our bodies are one, my cock all but hidden in the color of pink and brown. "SSSHHHTTTT!!" I spoke towards this losing battle.

Throwing my head back as the intensity of her taking my length was getting faster and even harder. I even found out that I was humping back at her. *Slap* *Squelch* *Slap* Our bodies were in a euphoria of lust and need. "OH! OH! SHOOT IN ME!! IN ME!!" She shouted in my feathers as her wings tighten on my chest, as she pleaded with me. *SLAP* went my hand on her ass, she jerked a bit from it. "Beg for it" I told her as my body continued to pound her sweet pussy with my tool.

"Beg for it" I commanded once more. I look at her, even when my face was faced at the ceiling. I see her tongue was out wetting and matting my chest. Her eyes were in a delusional state but she moans and pants as I pound her good. I could feel her muscle tire but beg for more of me and my manly tool to take her.

"PLEASE! PLEASE! CUM inside of me!" She started to plead, her hold was getting tighter and my own barrier was getting weaker. I could feel the pressure within my body, suppressing my own orgasm. But then something snapped in my head. (What the hell was I thinking?!) I looked in my thoughts as if this wasn't me.

"WAIT!" I shouted, gripping Natasha's shoulders to my talons, stopping her as I look down at her. "Are you trying to manipulate me?" I look down at her pleading eyes which contrasted to my look of annoyance. "You have but this second to explain." I coldly said as I stared down at her.

Instantly, her pleading face turned to a sinister grin. "So you plan to break our agreement?" She said. "This agreement was on fucking not in mind games" I countered; I know we just killed the mood but psychic manipulation was beyond arresting.

"What now? Mr. Incinasius? Leave and lose or stay and be my toy?" She spoke more evil than I remember. "So all that shit you said was all a lie?!" I shook her body some in my rage. As I shook her body she started to laugh so maniacally that my grip went cold.

"Who said it was a lie big boy?" Her voice became deeper and more evil than I know. "Then what are you?" I shuddered to say. "What an observant man... Well all I told you was true... about Natasha at least." Said Natasha? "You sound as if you aren't her?" I speculated as I move her form away from me.

"Of course I'm not her" said the fake Natasha in my grip. I was speechless, what the hell is going on! "Oh, don't worry Mr. Incinasius, all will be revealed in due time." The fake Natasha soon started to turn black in front of me. My hands quiver at the thought of what type of being could and would be this insanely powerful. "Don't worry Blazer." The form in front of me soon melded in my talons and grew.

My body was stuck in place. I was staring at a form larger than me. Before you know it, it started to sprout wings, its neck stretched and a dark sinister flame appears on the tip of its tail. "Don't worry Blazer. You passed my test. The only 3 things to do now is..." She trailed as she looks at me more eagerly than I remember.

"1) Get Natasha's approval, the civilized way rather than what we did." I swore she licked her chops, earning me a sight of her sharp teeth. "2) Get a date with Ms. Vanity... on second thought; get Vanity to like you so much." She told me.

I look at where my talons were gripping to find them holding her hips. I then saw a black claw crept up to my chest trailing down until it reached my crotch. "3) Get laid with her. And I'll see you when you do get to her." Her face soon went up close to me, strangely, it felt like I've seen this before. "My, now you're catching on." She said as the surrounding area started to blur and vanish around me.

The black form stood up and started to walk away, swaying her hips at me. "You pass my test, Big Boy. Can't wait to see it in real action than this pathetic excuse for a fuck" She said. "WAIT!" I tried to get answers. Losing my own thoughts by the fear of her, but by the way she had spoken to me as if she knew me. As I reached and tried to stand up that's when it never made more sense.

There I was instantly sitting on the same seat that I sat on... the other day. I was in Vanity's office. I was practically spooked and weirder than any Halloween prank. I look around me, everything was quiet except for the ticking clock that told me I was right on time. The silence was deafening, everything felt like it was unbelievable. I ended up in Vanity's office rather than Natasha's.

Standing up, I found myself, fully clothed, towel on my shoulder and the sun still in the horizon, marking the morning sun... I was speechless. It was not what I wanted, but at the same time it was what I wanted. As I walked my way to the door, to exit the empty office, my feet making the wood creak and sound. I could have sworn something was behind me as if it was something cold.

Getting my grip on the knob, I was relieved at first but then a sudden thought entered my mind. I turned and faced the desk. I saw the seat was pushed back a bit, away from the desk itself. I stared at it for a while as if there was something wrong, so wrong. But I shrugged it off somehow. My bones still felt chilled and spooked but then I blurted out somehow, without my own knowledge. "Good morning to you and good day." I smiled and left the office. What a weird thing to happen.

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