A/N: A realistic(?) twist on the moemon genre

Prepare yourself for kinky, obscene, raunchy sex done in ways above and beyond human capabilities. If you're not into:

A. straight, hetero, gay, lesbian, xenophilia, furry, homo, slash, bestiality, animalistic porn or

B. dark storyline with deaths, cussing, mental breakdowns, torture(both sexual and not), philosophical nonsense and conspiracies

Leave now and never come back!

...But if what I say interests you, then by all means,

Read ON!

ATTN: TO ALL PEOPLE WHO COME IN HERE HOPING TO FIND QUICK AND EASY FAP MATERIAL!

CONGRATULATIONS! YOU'VE HIT A GOLDMINE, SINCE THERE IS A SAUCY LEMON SCENE RIGHT IN THE FIRST CHAPTER! THOUGH ONCE YOU'RE DONE CLIMAXING, AND FIND YOURSELF EXHAUSTED FROM THE POST-MASTURBATORY ACTIVITY, FEEL FREE TO READ THE REST OF THE STORY AS YOU WAIT FOR YOUR WEARINESS TO WEAR OFF!

I have realism and lemons! Who else can offer you both huh? HUH?!

xxx

Moemon, are a type of creatures found in the Islands Nations, an independent nation the size of Brazil that consists of several islands surrounded by a natural cage made of tall mountain ranges. Moemon are unique animals for a number of reasons.

They are a number of species of creatures that all look almost human. They are all capable of superhuman feats (breathe fire, generate lightning, manipulate air pressure, super strength, cum fifteen times in a row, etc etc). And they all have the odd distinction of becoming attached to humans that manage to make them orgasm.

I can't really say I've 'mastered' the science of it, but some physiological (as well as psychological) impulse seems to make a Moemon see whomever gets it to orgasm as their master. People who capture (ie: fuck/get fucked by) Moemon for a living are called Trainers.

Though it's a little more complicated than that. Trainers are split into loads of kinds,

There are coordinators, people who train moemon for performances and entertainment.

Then there are breeders, people who take care, train, and tame moemon to sell or for other trainers.

Then there are the most common kind, fighters. The kind of trainer who pits moemon against each other in grueling and (oftentimes) bloody battles.

But of course, you need a license to own a moemon at all.

First of all, moemon are dangerous and that's why you need a license to train them. But even after you get a license, you're only allowed to catch and own a select number and species of moemon. Anyway, the qualifications to have a license are simple enough though, you just need to have graduated high school.

I myself graduated very recently. But to be on the safe side, I took a course at a summer program to study being a trainer. The whole thing felt vaguely similar to math camp, but instead of math geeks, you got moemon geeks.

It makes sense though, if you really think about it. Getting a license was like getting a have-sex-for-free card, no one wants to study for it. They just go for it.

Summer was ending and with it, the program. A small graduation ceremony was held, everyone who took the course was being called one by one and being given their licenses.

My name was called.

I climbed up to the podium and received the little rectangular piece of plastic that was every bit as important as my life. To me, it was more than just a get-sex-for-free card.

I've always liked moemon. I thought they were cool, everything about them I mean. It's hard to put into words exactly why I like them. They caught my attention when I was a kid, and they still have it now. You could say I'm a moemon maniac.

To be completely honest, I didn't really learn much from the course. There was nothing I didn't already know, I thought that was gonna be the case right from the start. I knew I wasn't gonna learn anything, but I took the course anyway.

Why?

Because one of the things you get when you finish the program... Is a moemon.

No need to risk my life in the wilderness or spend months worth of allowance at a store. Just take a stupid program for a month and get a moemon. I couldn't even believe how easy it was!

So after the graduation ceremony, I went back to my room (cabin). And I wasn't the least bit surprised to find a small spherical object that was painted red over half of it's hemisphere and white on the other half, on my bed. These little things were called moeballs. With the advances of modern technology, we have found a way to (safely) compress mass and stuff them into smaller, more compact capsules.

I didn't even need to open the ball to know what was in it.

Way during the start of the course, everyone had to take something similar to an IQ test, a personality test, and an aptitude test. And after we took those tests we were offered fifty different species of moemon to be given to us bases on our answers.

I took the list and picked a moemon. I picked a species called "Turtwigs"

A grass-type moemon that was capable of evolution into an obscenely powerful 'Torterra'.

Speaking of 'types' and 'evolutions', those were another very cool thing about moemon.

In general, moemon have been classified into seventeen different 'types'. I mentioned earlier that moemon were capable of superhuman feats. Moemon were classified into 'types' based on what each species were capable of doing. For example, a moemon who could breathe fire were called fire-types, or a moemon who could manipulate water were called water-types. Grass-types are moemon whose body structure are more similar to plants than animals.

The other types are; ice, electric, ground, rock, steel, bug, flying, ghost, dark, psychic, poison, fighting and dragon.

Now, to 'evolutions'. Another cool thing about moemon are how their bodies develop at breakneck speeds. Say, a moemon could have the appearance of a toddler at some point but will already look like a fully grown adult by two years time. Their accelerated growth can even make significant changes in them both morphologically and physiologically. After reaching a certain age, come moemon can grow wings, a new organ, an extra set of legs, or even a new head! This is what we call evolution.

Oddly enough, their growth slows down tremendously after their final evolution (since some moemon can evolve twice). Afterwards they grow at a speed more similar than humans. Depending on the species some moemon can live up to thirty years at least, but some can reach over one hundred years of age.

...

Ahem. I think I've explained enough. It was now time for me to meet my new moemon.

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It was now the catching half of Moemon training. And never have I been more relieved that the program gives each one of it's member their own private rooms. I quickly go to lock the doors and close the curtains. I take a deep breathe, but realize it wasn't doing anything to help my rapidly speeding heart.

From my experience, I can identify that I am experiencing anxiety.

But nonetheless, I take hold of the moeball. There was a button on the ball where the red and white colors meet. I press the button and throw the moeball forward, at an empty space in my room. I watch with interest and nervousness as the ball seemingly breaks cleanly in two and spills out a red light. The red light somehow had a will of it's own and was now forming a glowing red silhouette of a humanoid figure.

"..."

When the light recedes, the Turtwig appears in place of the silhouette.

The Turtwig was a girl. That much made obvious by how she was now sitting on the wooden floor in front of me, bare naked. I fought the urge to blush and look away, but only find myself continuously staring at the childish slit on her crotch.

I try to distract myself by looking elsewhere.

The first thing I notice was that her hands and feet looked like they were covered in gauntlets made of some unknown brown mineral. I remember reading that a Turtwig's hands and legs were covered in a kind of 'shell' because it shields their fingers from damage and give better friction in slopes.

There was also a shell behind her back. But the shell was small and only covered her back and left her limbs and head vulnerable. Speaking of what the shell covered, it did not cover her front, as I'm staring at her very human like front-body fully equipped with perked little nipples.

Her face was like that of a little girl's, her fair skin a nice contrast to her shining emerald eyes. Her hair was short, spiky, and had wooden color; her hair looked like toothpicks actually.

After having procrastinated by examining every centimeter of her child-like body, I prepare to do the deed.

I kneel down slowly. Even then she was barely my chest height, so I had to bend my back somewhat so that our eyes were level. She stares at me with her beautiful emerald eyes- they looked like they were shining. Just under her was her small mouth,

I gingerly wrap my arms around her neck, shut my eyes tight and touch my lips to hers.

I realize that it was clumsy. It was poor and hardly qualified as a kiss.

Really, I would be more accurate to call it, very stiff contact between both our lips.

I rack my brain for what I'm supposed to do next, and came up with nothing. Lovely.

I try doing something I read in a book once and lightly bit on her lower lip. I feel her twitch slightly in surprise.

I try opening my eyes,

She looks at me with interest. Like she found what I did to be very interesting and needed examination. At that moment, I thought she didn't look like a child at all.

Then, very slowly I felt a small hand squeeze my side. I shrug it off and keep with the kiss.

Still with our lips touching, she moves her body forward until both our bodies were touching.

"W-wha-" I stutter out in surprise, breaking our kiss.

And right then and there, I notice something gleaming in her eye. Her lips curl into a wicked grin that didn't fit her childish stature, the gleam in her eyes suddenly became obvious.

A sadistic gleam.

I couldn't even barely make out what was happening before I was suddenly pushed down the the wooden flooring. Moving fast, the little Turtwig girl had suddenly sat on top of me, right on my stomach. I couldn't react at all, everything was moving so fast I had no idea what to do,

The next thing I know, she was leaning in for a kiss. Everything seemed to stop then, all of a sudden all of my attention was being put into the kiss. I felt something prodding my lips, I figure it was her tongue and thus part my lips.

I was right, it was her tongue.

But what I hadn't expected was for her tongue to shoot forward like a bullet and worm it's way into the back of my throat. I couldn't even let out a surprised yelp, as my voice was muffled by her tongue forcing it's way through my throat.

I let out a muffled scream. But that backfires as it only gave her more room to squeeze her tongue through. Soon, I felt her tongue was reaching somewhere dangerous,

Her tongue kept forcing itself deeper. It hurt a lot, I couldn't breathe, she was suffocating me. I try to push her away with my arms, but was surprised when she her own arms pinned mine to the ground with surprising force. I tried to kick madly, but that was only proving to be a pointless waste of my energy.

I was trapped. I couldn't do anything, I was being suffocated.

But,

This was wrong,

The pain was becoming less intense,

The suffocation was getting less painful,

It came suddenly,

Euphoria.

The pain was receding, and what came after it was a foreign sense of euphoria that was covering me like a veil. Suddenly what earlier felt like suffocation, was an arousing feeling of fullness in my esophagus. Suddenly, I felt a tightness in my pants.

This was all so very wrong, so sick, so disgusting.

But I was getting off on it,

My eyes were rolling back in the feeling, the pain was becoming pleasurable. It hurt but at the same time felt so good.

Then I felt something slip between my trousers. Something small, that something was squirming it's way through my thighs. An just lightly, I felt it brush against my hardening member and let out a pleasured, lust-crazed moan.

All of a sudden, my mind went blank when my body was pulled into an upright position. The sudden jolt of movement brought piercing pain into my throat that was being bent forcefully. My eyes had rolled back so far I was only seeing those flashes of random light, like the ones you get before passing out.

I barely register the sound of something tearing, and feel my lower body suddenly touch the open air. I shout out something feral- primal, like no sound I've ever made before when I feel something rough wrapping around my hardening member. The thing that wrapped my cock felt grainy, like pebbles. On any other occasion I would think that the feeling was painful, but at the moment the term 'painful' felt foreign to me.

Again, where something rough and sharp was moving my cock up and down should've hurt, I felt pleasure from it. Something was jacking me off, something rough and rocky. Almost like I was being possessed, something in me was directing whatever energy I had left into rocking my hips in rhythm with the piston like movement of the rocky object. I feel the jacking go faster, so I go faster. Then the tongue embedded deep inside me was starting to thrash and squirm, again was I assaulted by more pain that turned to pleasure.

The more it hurt, the better it felt.

Everything suddenly moved at into full speed. The piston movement was going at breakneck speeds, the thrashing of her tongue was also going wilder and more powerful.

I could feel it.

That tingling feeling right before you cum,

That earlier primal roar resurfaced when I started rocking my hips even harder. Every muscle in my body contracted for the promised finish-

-A finish that never came. Something suddenly clamped very tightly at the base of my cock, my rising orgasm was stopped dead in it's tracks. My body failed me when the orgasm failed, everything went numb when all my muscles loosed. The tongue also started to squirm out.

It was all done before I came. Everything became a painful, exhausting, torturous blur when I slumped back down and my back hit the wood again. My hardening member was going down, my consciousness was fading. I was about to black out.

But I don't.

A sudden impact crashed into my numbing cock with all the force of a freight train. I feel something similar to the rough, grainy thing wrapping all around my member again.

I let out a pained cry, unabashed and in pain. The sudden force was pushing my body beyond it's limits.

The feeling around my cock was just as rocky, sharp and painful. But this time, it wrapped tighter much, much more tighter.

My pained cry goes up in volumes.

What wrapped around my re-hardening member was also sucking at it. Sucking and squeezing and milking my cock for all it's worth.

I start shouting madly, all the leftover energy I had was being put into my cock. Thrusting automatically despite myself who should not be able to continue.

In the background I hear wicked laughter.

And entwined with it, my own cry. Growing feral and primal once more.

The tingling feeling came back.

My orgasm was coming back, this time harder than before.

I also felt the pussy wrapped around me tremble- vibrate. All of a sudden it tightened all the more, crossing the boundaries of mere pain. The sucking force similarly escalated, now growing into a merciless vacuum force.

I let out one last primal shout.

And it comes,

I feel everything shoot from my member like a cannon. An orgasm far harder than anything before.

My cum is greedily sucked in, by something I don't know what. There was so much of it, it was spilling out. My lower body was getting soaked, not just by my cum. Something else that felt... treacly, like honey.

But I can't even see anymore.

I felt exhausted. I barely even register the feeling of something flopping on me.

I can't even care...

And I black out.

xxx

A/N: WHOO! Rewrote because the first one was shitty as balls. So enjoy this much more improved version of the first chapter!

PS: This story is a result of my long and continuous frustration and disappointments with a-many moemon fanfics. So I decided to do one myself and deconstruct the fuck out of the subgenre.