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Thread: The Train (fezesarecool + sliverdreamer)

He smiled back at her, his eyes taking in her sexy appearance, smilng as he replied to her question, Nothing too great really. I own a small business down in London, buying stuff and seling it on, that sort of thing. He shrugged it off, not really liking to talk about his work that much, as he smiled across at her again, Can I get a name to go with that pretty face of yours? He asked with a cheeky grin at her, trying to work his charms on her to see her reaction.
Thread: The Train (fezesarecool + sliverdreamer)

Sarah smiled to him as he spoke and raised an eyebrow at the rapid change of subject yet she did not question him further on work seen as it was quite clear he did not wish to discuss it too much. She lifted up her hand and offered it across the table to make the introduction proper and so to speak official. My name is Sarah Jones.2 Her silver gaze watched him curiously as she waited to see how he would react. The book she attempted to discreetly turn over as she did so. While he had shown no interest in it before the book was a guilty pleasure of hers and she liked to keep her interest of such to herself. She did not seem to blush at the compliment though a small smile briefly appeared and disappeared along her lips. I suppose a gentleman as yourself should introduce himself properly to.
Thread: TENTAMON! Gotta rape 'em all!  [tent x male/futa] [Hapto x 49_place_holder]

Far off in space, there floats a planet, remarkably similar to ours. On this planet thrives a metropolis, surrounded by a harbor, desert, forests, and crescent mountains, all to the bafflement of local geographers. Not to be outdone by the whimsy of nature, the city has just recently finished the multi-million dollar construction of an immense, multi-lane bridge, stretching across the nearby lake, to accommodate all the thoroughfare between the thriving metropolis, and an adjacent village containing only one house. But it is on this bridge of municipal zeal, that our story begins. Underneath the many crimson and white banners heralding the Great Tentamon Championships 2013.2, stands our... hero, whose trek across the bridge and to the forests beyond has just been interrupted. The interrupter another Tentamon Trainer, gripped with an irresistible urge to battle their Tentamon against those of any other trainer they meet to prove who is the best! Local doctors may have been able to cure this nervous condition, had the advent of Healing Stations not all but destroyed the medical industry. In the meantime, our hero has a battle to attend, against a spiky-black haired and red-clad youth half his age, hurling unfounded insults and now, a Tentaball, flashing to disgorge three, sad-looking tentacles of pink, purple and oozing green, squat in our hero's way. A challenge has been issued, and now it falls to our hero to respond.
Thread: TENTAMON! Gotta rape 'em all!  [tent x male/futa] [Hapto x 49_place_holder]

Billy Mundy was raised that if you wanted something, well, take it. With his mother describing how simply wonderful it was to be a tentamon trainer, Billy's curiosity piped up, and wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps. At first, she refused, saying he wouldn't derive nearly as much joy from it as a female would, which just drove him to go on. There were male trainers, and Billy was sure he could do better than all of them. Now with a lifelong goal and the reluctant support of his mother, he set about on his journey. The whole trainer buisness turned out to be quite a bit of fun, if not a bit demanding. Mother said that Billy must have inherited her talent, whatever that meant. It was all a numbers game to him. Billy saw tools, animals, along the way, not creatures with feelings or intelligence not unlike his own. He was cold and distant, only giving praise if a fight was won. Billy would win, a lot, and that meant his carefully assembled team would win, but he never celebrated with them. Females tended to warm up to their tentamon real quick, leading to strong bonds. The same was not true for male trainers. Now, as time passed and his victories and career shaped him, the kid went from a passionate, wide eyed youth to a sneering, aggressive young adult. He grew up, but not out. No real amounts of fat or muscle. The man tried to keep his brown hair short and neat, while wearing simple clothes such as a pair of blue jeans, white T-shirt, and a hooded jacket simply because. Billy smiled at his opponent. A bit of quick fun, yes, but he had to be getting somewhere before the tournament. That's pretty embaressin'. Bit of advice, you're lookin' at a future champ here. I'll make this quick. With a flick of the wrist, Billy sent out his own combatant. With a flash of light, what could best be described as a giant blue jellyfish appeared, with many appendages ready to put to use. The young man chuckled to himself, already confident he won.
Thread: TENTAMON! Gotta rape 'em all!  [tent x male/futa] [Hapto x 49_place_holder]

The other trainer showed no fear. They never did, no matter how obvious their crushing defeat. After all - it wasn't them who were about to receive the actual beating. The towering blue jellyfree was half translucent, but still cast an ominous shadow over the three, comparatively tiny tentamon stood before it. They were all fairly generic and very low level ones, none standing taller than a foot. Holding onto the ground with a single sucker a few inches across, their bodies tapered upwards to a flanged 'head' of sorts, all three of which were now staring up in horror at their opponent. The oozing, dark green one in particular, with brown spots running up its 'back,' had two spots that looked like round eyes atop its pseudo-head, open wide in disbelief. Oozachoo, the other trainer commander, use ooze. The tentacle didn't take it's 'eyes' off its opponent. A moment later it suddenly shrunk inwards, deflating noticeably as a loud squelch of green ooze splatted from its base, puddling around its shaking, shriveled form.
Thread: TENTAMON! Gotta rape 'em all!  [tent x male/futa] [Hapto x 49_place_holder]

Billy watched as the common tentamon the enemy trainer possessed made the first attack, rather pitifully. It might as well have ticked his behemoth of a tentamon. The young man broke into a chuckle. He had to admit, the tenacity of these rivals trainer never ceased to amaze him. It kept things exciting. I like your determination kid, but you ain't the first one to lose to me with that attitude, and you won't be the last. Physophora? Give 'em a good Slam. Show 'em what a real Tentamon can do. A Jellyfree Tentamon to be specific. It had to visible eyes, or mouth, but the leviathan still uttered a lot rumble in acknowledgment. Used to following orders from Billy, the large creature brought up several of it's many appendages in preparation of an attack. Instantly, they were brought down, aiming to crush the poor runt and render it completely unable to remain conscious, much less battle. You still wanna keep going? I don't mind, but I got places to be, kid. The cocky trainer quipped, leaning and resting against a conveniently located tree.
Thread: TENTAMON! Gotta rape 'em all!  [tent x male/futa] [Hapto x 49_place_holder]

Billy's arm fell straight through the tree, followed by the rest of his body. He then found himself on the ground, impaled by an immaterial tree, which flickered and disappeared, leaving only the hysterical laughter of the other trainer. Amidst laughs and gasps he spluttered See - the power - of my - Psyplop! The short purple tentamon was uncoiling from a position of intense concentration, pink energy crackling around its purple psuedo-head, sweat glistening on its smooth form. It had apparently taken all it had to create the immaterial illusion of the tree. Time and effort perhaps better spent contending with its towering opponent. The Oozachoo lay broken at the other Trainer's feet in a puddle of its own fluids. Though tentamon rarely had bones, this one looked like it had broken a few from Physophora's attack, laying there wincing and whimpering in pain, seemingly unable to even handle its contact with the ground. That was to be expected - all of a Jellyfree's tentacles exuded a very potent venom, causing hypersensitivity with anything they contacted. Very useful for weakening strong opponents to future attacks, but for this little broken creature, the effect was overkill, and thankfully for it, enough to render it quickly unconscious. That didn't seem to be bothering the other trainer - the other male trainer, Billy was now sure, but it was often difficult to tell with the hairstyles and voices of most trainers nowadays. Worst of all, this one was still too busy laughing at the jape played on Billy to realize his biggest mistake. Not that he'd wasted valuable time that could have been spent fruitlessly attacking Physophora, or running away. Not that he'd broken, or at least toe'd the line, of the unwritten law that you did not attack the opposing trainer. No, the other trainer's biggest mistake was laughing at a floored Billy. His mistake, was making this personal.
Thread: TENTAMON! Gotta rape 'em all!  [tent x male/futa] [Hapto x 49_place_holder]

The experienced trainer struggled to cling to air as he fell to the ground, scrambling to stand back on his feet. For a second, he was speechless, trying to form words but failing to express his rage ans surprise. Y-you, you can't be serious. I'm standing here with a freakin' Jellyfree, ready to wipe the floor with you, and you take your time to-, no. I'm done. I quit with this. We're done playing. The confident, smug attitude was replaced with pure anger. Billy stood, staring at the Jellyfree awaiting another command. Physophora? Venom Cannon. He was pulling punches beforehand, having the Jellyfree simply hit the enemy. But this trainer went from a cute annoyance to an infuriating bastard. Now the poor kid's Tentamon were going to pay the price because of it. The Jellyfree floated backwards, extending all of the tentacles outward in a circular pattern as a small, bright neon green crystal materialized in front of him, no larger than six inches. The crystal took the shape of a spike, and was in fact solidified venom from the Jellyfree made weaponized, offering penetrating power and crippling poison. Once charged, the spike was fired, directly at the Psyplop who was doing nothing more than following orders.
Thread: TENTAMON! Gotta rape 'em all!  [tent x male/futa] [Hapto x 49_place_holder]

The Psyplop looked up, just in time to see a crystal spike, nearly the same size as its entire body, impale straight through its 'head.' A moment later the head exploded, pink energy and shards of venom shooting in every direction. The remaining pink tentamon was currently trying to give something like cpr to the unconscious Oozachoo, as both were pelted by psychic arcs and crystalline venom both. Frozen a moment, pin-cushioned by blue spikes, it took a deep breath through its sucker, and screamed. Had it arms it would have been flailing them wildly as it ran on its sucker back and forth. It was difficult to tell whether or not it was deliberate, but a moment later it had flung itself off the side of the bridge. Then there was the trainer. Billy couldn't tell if he was unconscious. Billy could barely tell if he was alive, assured only by the shuddering movement of his chest with each shallow breath. His eyes were open, but they weren't focused on anything, and seemed strangely blank, the cloudy irises colored only by a faint pink glow. Not the worst state he could be in, given that his entire body, from toe to forehead, was splintered with crystals of concentrated venom. As was the front of Physophora. But with a gulping motion all the splinters of crystal harmlessly dissolved back into his form, leaving only one unaccounted for. The one, tiniest splinter, protruding from Billy's right elbow. But right now that one splinter, and its imminent effects, seemed the very least of his concerns. In the distance, coming from the far, city-side of the long bridge, Billy heard the familiar sound of sirens.
Thread: TENTAMON! Gotta rape 'em all!  [tent x male/futa] [Hapto x 49_place_holder]

Billy merely stared at the scene, at the chaos that had just happened. He glared down at the splinter that poked out of his elbow, and the chemicals that flowed from it. The screaming and carnage before him took a few seconds to settle in. Then the shock set in. His blank expression suddenly turned to one of fear, he never meant for it to go this far. The sirens from far away were growing closer, prompting the young man to high tail it and run right there. All he could do was go deeper, deeper into the woods. Not the best idea, but the only option he had. Either that, or face the consequences. No, no, no! That wasn't suppost to happen! He made me, he didn't know what he was asking for! I don't even know his name! Billy was in full blown panic, dead set on escaping the scene of the crime no matter how lost he was about to make himself.
Thread: TENTAMON! Gotta rape 'em all!  [tent x male/futa] [Hapto x 49_place_holder]

The sirens, bridge, and everything else vanished as soon as Billy reached the trees. The logical part of his brain was telling him the facts One, there had been no-one else around. Two, tentamon and the law didn't mix. If someone robbed you, assaulted you, blackmailed you, you went to the police. If the same crime occurred but tentamon were involved in any way, you apparently handled it entirely by yourself, no matter how young you were nor how serious the crime. And three, even if the legal and judicial systems weren't firmly in the pocket of tentamon sports revenues, the other trainer hadn't once used Billy's name, or even showed any sign he had recognized Billy. If he'd be able to recognize anyone at all anymore. His brain offered him these facts, but his heart refused to stop pounding, his legs refused to stop running, his breath felt with painful clarity in his heaving chest right up until he tripped over a root and collapsed with an agonizing thump. As his forgotten tentaball left his hand, a flash of light illuminated the dark, leering trees around him. Then it was dark again, leaving him panting, desperately exhausted, not yet realizing the effects of the splinter of crystal still imbeded in his arm, pushed much deeper by his fall, or sensing his very concerned team of newly appeared tentamon surrounding him.
Thread: TENTAMON! Gotta rape 'em all!  [tent x male/futa] [Hapto x 49_place_holder]

The trainer swore as he tripped and fell. Billy was now scrambling to try and get back up as the shard stuck inside of his arm sank deeper. It was beginning to get too intense to simply move anything. He knew the effects of the poison. The trainer slowly brought his arm up to inspect as he laid on the forest floor, trying to pull the crystal out with his free, shaking hand. Now away from the terrible mess he made, Billy was trying to focus on getting himself free of the venom splinter. C'mon, just, a little- damnit! his fingers slipped trying to grip the end, pushing the shard in almost completely. It was then Billy remembered what his left hand was holding earlier. Empty. The trainer struggled to try and turn his head, looking for any of his tentamon. Physophora the Jellyfree, Chorda the Psyflie, or Lemni the Slaimachoo. He didn't always remember the names he gave them, but Billy was left desperate. Listen I, let's forget what happened back there for a moment and help me, okay? I can't be left like this. The poison has to get out. Please?
Thread: TENTAMON! Gotta rape 'em all!  [tent x male/futa] [Hapto x 49_place_holder]

Their reactions were predictably themselves. Chorda, the two inch tall purple Psyflie, stared at a nearby butterfly. Physophora, with the ponderous slowness befitting her immense size, reached up, and began to lower two long blue tentacles towards the venom-splinter, both tentacles drenched with more of the venom. Only Lemni was useful, the gelatinous mass of lime-green cresting protectively before Billy's arm, two stubby 'arms' forming to wave frantically at the approaching blue-tentacles. Through the semi-transparent slime, Billy could make out Lemni's gelatinous eyes and simplified mouth, scolding the envenomed tentacles. And behind them, Physophora, ponderously pulling the limbs back, the giant jellyfree drooping in a sad, low tone of apology. Lemni's eyes and mouth disappeared, and reappeared clearer on the side facing Billy. Lemni's features were bulbous and simplified as ever, the eyes serving no actual purpose but to express his emotions. And right now they were full of concern, and a definite hint of glee at being able to help. Lemni examined the protruding splinter, staring at it constantly as the gelatinous mass of its head swayed one way, stretched upwards, squished so low its eyes plopped above its head, Lemni examining the splinter from every angle. Then, with a considered nod, Lemni bashed his head into Billy's arm. The soft slime parted instantly, swallowing up Billy's skin in a rush of warmth and unbearably strong sensation, the venom making the already sensitive areas of the armpit and the underside of the arm exponentially more sensitive than normal. Billy's arm recoiled from the over-stimulation, but Lemni's mass had already condensed around his arm, holding it snugly in place. A moment later a stab of pain fired in Billy's restrained arm as the splinter slid free and a jet of slime rushed in. But the pain was overshadowed a moment later by an incredibly pleasurable heat, like Billy's skin was itself alight with radiance. He'd felt Lemni heal him before, and it always felt invigoratingly good, like the direct opposite of injury. But with the added effects of Physophora's concentrated venom, it felt very, very good! Edited to retroactively change Physophora's gender to feminine. i
Thread: TENTAMON! Gotta rape 'em all!  [tent x male/futa] [Hapto x 49_place_holder]

No, no no, wait! get back! The approaching Jellyfree prompted him to try to crawl away, knowing what being touched with those poisonous tendrils can do to him. His Psyflie seemed to be purposely avoiding him, something Billy wouldn't normally allow. Only the Slaimachoo, Lemni, his first tentamon, seemed to offer genuine help, keeping Physophora back and examining the wound. That goofy stare Lemni would give Billy always left him unsettled. He would never know what his mother saw in these things, much less why she gave him one. He had to admit, the qualities Lemni offered were next to invaluable. Lemni's healing powers were useful, but they always weirded him out. If he had his own way, Billy wouldn't have to touch any of these things. The regeneration qualities a Slaimachoo offered were too powerful to pass up. It was not often Billy put himself in the care of his overly friendly Slaimachoo, but now was one of those times. The male trainer let out a sigh of relief, glad one of his tentamon were being useful, before gritting his teeth at the pain from having the shard removed. Okay okay, that's enough. You can stop now. Billy tried to say in a calm and friendly voice. In reality, he was quickly becoming concerned with the new sensations he was feeling. Having the two tentamon's power mingle in his bloodstream was leaving him panting. This time, it was for pleasure rather than pain. Billy tried to shove Lemni off with his free arm, hoping he could at least now walk without his right arm hurting from touching the air itself.
Thread: TENTAMON! Gotta rape 'em all!  [tent x male/futa] [Hapto x 49_place_holder]

At the shove Lemni instantly recoiled back, his body liquefying and slurping off Billy's arm, leaving it healed if a little wet, with Lemni's head reforming into its usual face. But instead of looking hurt at the shove, Lemni looked - dazed. His eyes were rolling, the splinter of venom floating behind his face, until he shook his head and the splinter squirted free to lodged in a nearby tree. Lemni still looked dazed, his gelatinous 'eyes' refocusing on Billy, the raised areas representing his irises looking much larger that normal - dilated - drugged? Billy was by now feeling the affects of the drug as well, and not just the hypersensitivity in his arm. The venom had reached his bloodstream, his still rushing heart spreading it quickly throughout his body - his unusually self aware body, most especially... his eyes widen at the sight. Whether a direct effect of ingesting the venom, or a bodily response to the unusually pleasurable healing, Billy is very, very hard. And worse, no sooner had he noticed, than the wide-eyed Lemni did as well, and with concern and glee equal to seeing the wound on Billy's arm that Lemni could fix at Billy's command, Lemni flowed to reform looking up between Billy's legs.
Thread: TENTAMON! Gotta rape 'em all!  [tent x male/futa] [Hapto x 49_place_holder]

Billy laid on his side, trying to cope with the venom that was rushing through his body. It felt like he was almost on fire, except of hurting it had a curious tibgling sensation that left him wanting for more. The chemical's effect could besr be seen at the bulge forming in the trainer's jeans. Billy's penis was little more than six inches, but at the moment it grew almost instantly, visible for him and his entire team to see. His panic returned when he say Lemni draw close, not wanting that thing anywhere near his crotch. He brought his foot up to try and shove Lemni away, although the force behins it was weaker than his first push. Billy was repulsed at what the tentacled being was thinking. No! Get off ya hear! I can handle this myself. He almost stuttered the command out, leaving him frightened. Billy knew he had to keep an authoritative air about him, but the poison was leaving him weak.
Thread: TENTAMON! Gotta rape 'em all!  [tent x male/futa] [Hapto x 49_place_holder]

Lemni darted around the foot in fear, his face full of concern. But in doing so, he brought himself right up against Billy's body, the warm mass pressing in between Billy's legs. Lemni seemed to realize this happy accident too, his already flooded eyes dilating more. With acting only fractionally as convincing as Lemni seemed to think it was, Lemni feigning sudden ignorance and utter, wide-eyed innocence of this proximity. Completely accidentally, Lemni innocently pressing in a little closer, Billy feeling the warm pressure through his clothes all the way form his scrotum to his rear, touching every point in between, the venom giving each touch in indicent clarity, making Billy's erection twitch towards Lemni slightly. In his desperation to please, that was all the consent Lemni needed. With a sudden intake of glee, Lemni's head rushed forward, flowing straight through Billy's jeans, the warm liquid flooding and swirling around his bare member within the confines of his clothes, the sensations incredible strong - incredibly strong - just incredible .
Thread: TENTAMON! Gotta rape 'em all!  [tent x male/futa] [Hapto x 49_place_holder]

The Slaimachoo didn't appear to get the message, and dived right into Billy's groin. He tried to crawl backwards to get Lemni off, but the tentamon was now under his clothes. The sensation of the fluid rotating around his erect shaft left him near speechless, causing him to collapse to the ground once more and rendering him near immobile from the sensation. N-no damnit, that's not what I wanted, j-just get off now before I get mad! Lemni! Off, this is terrible! Despite his protests this felt amazing for Billy, though it wouldn't stop him from lying about it. The only problem was his disgust at the idea.