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Pokemon: The Adventures of Ryan and Kirrie	By : ImMyOwnOC Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 29411 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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The Adventures of Ryan and Kirrie: Meeting
(This is the start of my collaboration between me and FanfictionFan360. Ryan is my OC, Kirrie is his.)
And before anyone mentions it in a review, yes we know that we’re both posting this, and we have gotten the okay to both be allowed to post it.

“So this is the famous Dragonspiral Tower.” Ryan said looking at the huge tower before him. The structure looked every bit as intimidating as it was told to be, and the fact that he was on a thin stone bridge surrounded by water added to unnerve him further.
Resting his hand on his Serperior’s Poke ball, Ryan cautiously entered the tower. He had learned that Dragonspiral was overpopulated with Goletts and intended on catching one. Knowing that the ghosts were also part ground type, using the grass serpent was his best bet on capturing one. Him or his Blastoise, but he didn’t want to overdo it. Attacking them with vines and leafs was better than flooding the entire place.
Entering the tower Ryan was surprised by just how bright the place was. He was expecting looming darkness broken by small amounts of light coming through the windows. But the place seemed unnaturally lit up. When he glanced down he realised what was making the place so bright.
Goletts. Goletts everywhere.
The small golem Pokemon completely dominated everywhere he looked, the rumours certainly weren’t wrong about the large population of them. The Goletts didn’t seem to have noticed him, all doing their own thing with their chest markings shining illuminating the place.
Ryan couldn’t help but grin at their slow clunky movements, making them look like toy robots. It was almost adorable watching them clunk around, but that wasn’t the reason Ryan wanted one. He wanted one for their evolution, the mighty Golurk. Having one would improve his team’s strength greatly, especially against electric types as none of his current team had a true immunity to it.
“Alright then.” Ryan grinned, drawing Serperior’s Poke ball and enlarging it “Let’s catch me a Golett.” He announced, calling out the serpent, throwing the ball into the centre of the golem crowd.
With a cry of his name, Serperior emerged from his ball, his long body winding around the group, making the Goletts look up very alarmed, several of them darting away after seeing the large snake Pokemon. “Use Grass Knot!” Ryan commanded, to which Serperior drew two vines from its collar and slammed them through the ground. The vines re-emerged in the middle of the fleeing crowd, wrapping around the Goletts legs tripping several of them up. It was almost cruel the way none of them were actually fighting back.
Then Serperior was struck in the back of the head with a sneak Shadow Punch attack, hissing in more anger than pain. The grass type slunk its head around to find the largest Golett behind him, arms crossed and eyes glowing red. “Wise guy huh?” Serperior hissed glaring at the golem to which it pumped its fists. “Cocky thing too, this should be easy.” The snake smirked, retracting his vines.
“Leaf Blade!” Ryan ordered, it was the obvious choice on which Golett to catch, and this one wasn’t getting away if he had anything to say about it. The tip of Serperior’s tail became a glowing green sword as he lunged at the Golett. In turn the Golett, ran forward for another Shadow Punch, its fist glowing with dark energy. Winding his body around, Serperior dodged the punch whilst swinging his tail down.
Both Ryan and Serperior’s hearts nearly stopped when the Goletts arm hit the ground. “Oh fuck, what have we done?!” Ryan exclaimed “We’ve crippled the poor thing!” Serperior was in the same state of panic, his crimson eyes wide in shock as his bladed tail slowly dissipated.
Without missing a beat, the Goletts arm hovered in the air and reattached to the Goletts shoulder, who throughout the whole ordeal showed no signs of distress or even pain. “Oh yeah, forgot ghost types could do that.” Ryan sweat dropped as Serperior let out a sigh of relief. “Why do they have to be so creepy?” He added as the reattached arm whirled around in the Goletts socket. “That is one tough little bastard. Another reason to catch this thing. Serperior hit it with a Leaf Tornado!”
Serperior immediately raised his tail, spinning it rapidly in a tight circle as it glowed with green energy, creating a small whirlwind which expanded full of razor edged leafs. The Golett barely had time to move before the cyclone bore down on it, trapping it in its slicing winds. Huddling its arms and legs together, the Golett activated an Iron Defence in an attempt to withstand the onslaught. Unfortunately, Serperior’s greater power and the super effective hits became too much for the golem. As the attack dissipated, it staggered for a couple of seconds before collapsing, unable to fight on. With a triumphant grin, Ryan drew a Pokeball and threw it at the Golett, drawing it into the ball.
One shake, two shakes, three shakes, ping.
“Man that was awesome. I’ve wanted one of these guys for weeks now. Great job Serpreior. ” Ryan smiled as he pet the grass serpents head, and picked up the ball, which teleported out of his hand sending itself to Professor Juniper. “Come on, let’s get out of here, I think we’ve earned ourselves a nice…”
CRASH! BOOM! ROAR!!!
The two stood still as the horrendous noise cut through the tower, the walls literally shaking with the force of the crash, causing cracks to run through the sturdy pillars, and dust to fall down from everywhere. “Okay, I guess that’s why this place is called Dragonspiral.” Ryan chuckled nervously fiddling with his glasses. “I think it’s best to leave whatever is fighting to sort it out amongst themselves and…Serperior where the hell are you going?!” he cried as the serpent swiftly slithered towards the noises “Get back here! That’s an order!” To his surprise, Serperior ignored every word, slithering into the next area. “Oh for the love of Arceus. Serperior, wait up!”
Ryan ran into the adjacent area just as another crash filled the room. He found Serperior staring in shock at the scene before them, and when Ryan saw it too, his heart nearly stopped for the second time in five minutes.
A Druddigon was obviously on the rampage. Claw marks covered the stone walls, and the ground was littered with small crevices where its heavy feet had stomped down. The rampaging Druddigon itself was facing a pillar with one of its clawed hands dug deep into the stone, sending cracks through the structure. Its tooth filled maw was open, snarling, and breathing heavily, and its burning yellow eyes glared down at its trapped prey;
One of the most petite girls Ryan had ever seen. She stood flush against the pillar, looking up at the Druddigon in utter fear, her little body trembling as the dragon flexed its other hand in front of her. If it got hold of her, it could snap her in half with one squeeze.
Serperior looked to Ryan, silently begging him for a sign of what to do. “We can’t let her get killed.” Ryan said with determination. “Serperior! Hit it with a Frenzy Plant!”
Crying his name, Serperior began to glow with a bright green aura. Thick roots and vines appeared around him, ready to fire at the dragon, when the ceiling gave way just above it. His attack dissipating, Serperior and Ryan watched in awe as an Emboar literally smashed through the ceiling with a powerful Close Combat, striking the Druddigon hard in the head and body. Its hand left the pillar, tearing a large chunk out of it as it staggered back gripping its head in pain. The Emboar beat its chest with its fists, bellowing flames at the Druddigon, further forcing it back. Seconds later, from the same hole, a Sceptile jumped down and promptly attacked with a powerful Dragon Breath on the Druddigon, causing the beast to collapse in pain.
As the Druddigon fell, the girl’s terrified look turned into a wicked smirk. She casually walked up to the dragon, drawing a Pokeball. “Well done guys. That worked perfectly.” She praised her Pokemon, pressing the Pokeball to the Druddigon’s head, drawing it inside. The ball barely shook in her hand before making the affirmative capture sound. With a smile, she shrunk the ball, placed it on her belt, and was about to walk away when her Emboar caught sight of Ryan and Serperior, stomping on the ground, bellowing threateningly shooting flames and smoke out of his mouth and nostrils. Ryan jumped back with fright, whilst Serperior arched his back protectively, hissing at the fire boar.
“Easy there big guy.” The girl soothed the Emboar, gently stroking his forearm. The boar relaxed his stance, but continued to glare at Ryan. “I’m sorry about his behaviour, he has a problem with guys being around me.” She explained to Ryan as he just stared at her.
She was the cutest thing he had ever seen. She barely stood at five feet high, maybe even shorter. Her sleek black hair hung halfway down her neck, shining with the light filtering through the cracks in the room. Her big green eyes sparkled with life, lighting up her small adorable face. Her clothes hung off her small body a little, with the top looking a size too big, and her skirt held up by a small belt where she kept her Pokeballs. Given her petite size, Ryan guessed that she was no older than a teenager, making him feel a little guilty for having an attraction to her, being twenty-one himself.
Little did he know, she was doing the same to him. He stood at a fairly average five foot eight, still putting him at a full head and a bit taller than her. His body was fairly built with lean muscles, noticeable under his black pants and red t-shirt, looking physically able to lift her with one hand. His black hair was unkempt, and his blue eyes drew her in the moment she looked at them.
The Sceptile sniggered as he noticed them staring, and nudged his trainers shoulder to snap her out of it. “Huh what? Oh yeah, I’m Kirrie by the way. Sorry for staring.” She smiled nervously, rubbing the back of her head whilst her Sceptile grinned mischievously, and her Emboar just snorted crossing his arms looking away.
“Arceus even her name is adorable.” Ryan thought before responding. “Nice to meet you Kirrie. I’m Ryan.” He returned, cautiously approaching the girl. Her Emboar watched his every step, his glare hardening as the man drew closer. Serperior slithered after his trainer, glaring in turn at the Emboar. He could tell the fire type was bad news, keeping close to Ryan. When Ryan reached Kirrie, he held his hand out. “Nice to meet you.”
Kirrie smiled, taking his hand to shake it. “Nice to meet you too.” She replied, pleasantly loving the feeling of his slightly rough skin surrounding her tiny hand. The guy was hot and she couldn’t deny it. Ryan had to fight the urge to run his thumb along the back of her hand, as he felt her silky soft skin rub against his.
Emboar rumbled as their handshake lasted longer than normal making, Sceptile and Serperior snickered. “That was a great strategy to catch that Druddigon. Never seen a Sceptile using Dragon Breath before.” Ryan complimented, making the Sceptile beam with pride.
“Yeah, this guy is a real pride and joy.” Kirrie smiled, pulling her hand away to run it along the grass types jaw line. “His father was a Salamence, so I like to consider him part Dragon type.” Kirrie explained, scratching Sceptile under the chin making him croon. “I got his egg from a dragon trainer when I was travelling in Hoenn. Little guy scared me half to death when he hatched and fired a Dragon Breath straight at me before he even opened his eyes for the first time. He’s a big boy for three years old, aren’t you?” She cooed, scratching the Sceptile harder making him stamp him foot, crooning louder. “This grumpy lump was the first Pokemon I got.” She added, thumbing to the Emboar. “Don’t mind him. Life just pisses him off.”
Emphasizing her words, Emboar snorted smoke crossing his arms further. “Yeah, I can tell.” Ryan smiled as Sceptile leaned in, seemingly inspecting him with his irregular eyes. “I can see the Salamence in him.” He commented, noticing that the Sceptile’s pupils were the small crimson of a Salamence, instead of the normal jet black of a Sceptile. He reached up and petted the Sceptile, making him croon and nuzzle his head against him. “Friendly isn’t he?”
“A little too friendly sometimes. He forgets his size at the wrong times, especially when I’m trying to sleep. It’s like he thinks he’s a Lillipup for something.” Kirrie smiled sweetly, watching her Sceptile continue to rub his head on Ryan. Emboar on the other hand felt differently on the matter, stomping over and heaving the grass type away. He was easily bored, and the fact that they were in the same dull area indulging in pointless chatter made his blood itch. “Emboar! Behave yourself!” Kirrie scolded him, to which he huffed and rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry about him. He hates just sitting around.”
“Shall we head outside then? It’ll save us the hassle if another Druddigon comes along.” Ryan suggested, which Kirrie quickly agreed to. Serperior and Sceptile happily followed the pair out, whilst Emboar remained in a huff stomping after them.
As they headed outside, the two of them quickly descending into friendly banter, which eventually ended up in the subject of being Pokemon trainers. “You have a Shaymin and a Zoroark?!” Kirrie gasped when Ryan listed his current team. Her green eyes getting even bigger and practically sparkled like diamonds with what seemed to be hero worship. Although it generally creeped him out, Ryan could help but feel a little flattered by the look she gave him.
“Yeah, they were a bitch to find and an even bigger bitch to capture. Shaymin took me a whole three hours, but Zoroark was a whole other story. Do you know how hard it is to catch a Zorua when she constantly changes form? She had me chasing an actual Pidove for a whole damn hour before I realised if wasn’t her. Little vixen was watching the whole time too.” Ryan explained patting Zoroark’s Pokeball, making Kirrie giggle. “It wasn’t funny at the time I assure you. But I guess it’s worth a laugh now.”
Emboar snorted again when he noticed how physically close his trainer was to the annoying man. That, and how friendly Sceptile was being to the Serperior. He was only just able to put up with one annoying grass type and didn’t want to risk having another one around.
“So are they strong?” Kirrie asked as they exited the tower. They both squinted at the sudden glare of light, blocking their eyes with their hands.
“Shaymin and Zoroark? Yeah, I’d say they’re pretty powerful.” Ryan responded modestly. The sound of a Pokeball growing caught his attention, turning around to see Kirrie holding the Pokeball with a wicked smirk on her lips.
“Why don’t you prove it then?” She winked palming the Pokeball. “Your Shaymin or Zoroark against my new Druddigon.” She challenged, releasing the newly caught dragon before pulling out a Max Potion and using it on the Druddigon. Feeling the medication take near instant effect, healing his wounds completely invigorating him. Druddigon tossed his head back with a fierce roar before setting his golden eyes on Ryan.
A little set back by how forward she was, he quickly chose his Pokemon. Druddigon had major resistances against a grass type, so Zoroark was the obvious choice. “Why don’t we make this interesting?” Kirrie suggested as Druddigon flexed his long powerful arms.
“Interesting? How so?” Ryan asked calling out his Zoroark, the dark fox yawned and stretched on release, scratching at her crimson mane, casually glancing around the area. The fox was never truly a fighter, preferring to take life as easy as possible.
“How about if you lose you buy me dinner?” She replied with a wink, sticking her tongue out.
“Dinner? Are you actually flirting with me?”
“Yeah…what of it?” Kirrie cocked her head, seemingly confused by his surprised reaction.
“No offense, but aren’t you a little young?” Ryan responded, trying to make sure he didn’t offend her.
Sceptile sweat dropped and Emboar chuckled cruelly as they saw their trainer’s fist clench. “The idiot’s going to get it now!” the fire pig laughed, crossing his arms, snorting smoke again.
“Why? What did he do?” Serperior asked, slightly worried for his trainer’s wellbeing.
“Just watch.” Emboar grinned, unnerving Serperior even more.
“A little, young?! I’m twenty one for Arceus sake!” Kirrie cried out in frustration. “Why does every guy I meet think I’m just some little kid?! Being small doesn’t make me younger!”
Ryan back stepped a little wondering how he had gotten into this mess. Zoroark pawed at the ground, feeling very awkward with the situation, along with Druddigon, who stood glancing around, swaying his arms wondering what he had been caught into. He really shouldn’t have gone after his new trainer, no matter how much she annoyed him and followed him every time he walked away.
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.” Ryan explained, trying to climb out of the hole he had dug himself into. How could a girl so small be so intimidating?
She sighed, holding a dismissive hand up, and said, “It’s fine. You’re lucky you’re cute, otherwise I would have scratched your eyes out by now. Now stop stalling and place your stakes. You buy me dinner if I win, so what do you want if you win?”
“Ok, now I know this girl is definitely flirting with me.” Ryan thought as he tried to think of a bet he could place on the match. “Um….Uh…honestly, I don’t know.”
“Seriously? You can’t think of anything? Well you’re definitely more polite about it than the last few guys I challenged.” She sighed, scratching her head trying to think of a prize for him. “Okay, how about this? You win; I give you a kiss. Cliché, but simple. Sound good?”
Ryan blushed slightly at her suggestion; her lips did look velvety soft and very inviting. “Okay, deal.” He agreed, flinching as Emboar snorted out another cloud of smoke. The fire pig was definitely not pleased with the stakes his trainer was putting out.
“Oh ignore him. He likes to play daddy when I’m around guys.” Kirrie tittered. “Now, let’s start this battle before our Pokemon get too bored.” Ryan nodded in agreement as the battle officially started. “Druddigon, use Dragon Claw!” Kirrie commanded, prompting the dragon to charge forward raising his glowing hand.
“Zoroark, dodge and use Night Slash!” Ryan commanded, in turn spurring the dark fox on. She narrowly ducked under the swinging claw, striking back across his maw with her own glowing claws, causing the Druddigon to stumble, rubbing at the new scratches along his chin before focusing to glare down at the sly fox with angry golden eyes. “Night Daze!” Ryan commanded further, to which Zoroark howled, releasing a wave of dark energy striking the Druddigon before he could get away.
Druddigon growled, reeling from the hit, frantically shaking his head as residue of the dark energy covered his eyes darkening his vision. “Shake it off Druddigon! Fight back with Slash!” Kirrie called out, causing the dragon to flail his claws in the fox’s direction, trying desperately to hit her, the darkness in his eyes cutting off his depth perception near entirely. He felt flames crash against his facial scales as a Flamethrower attack was commanded. The heat scolded his scales, but fortunately the attack wasn’t all that effective and as the flames flickered across his face, it dissipated the darkness clearing his vision, with a toothy grin he struck out with a Slash attack again this time connecting with the Zoroark ending her flying several metres back.
The dark type crashed into the dust, hissing as her face stung from the brunt of the dragons massive claws. She was by no means a pacifist but if she could avoid a fight she would do so. For a freshly caught Pokemon the Druddigon fought like he had years of training. She hissed in anger as the scratches burned prompting her to unleash another powerful Flamethrower straight at the dragon as it rushed forward with a Crunch attack charging through the flames to close his jaws on the Fox’s arm causing her to howl in pain.
Ryan began to worry as he saw how easy his Zoroark was being repelled and thrown around by the Druddigon. “Quick, hit it with a Toxic Zoroark!” He instructed. Ignoring the stabbing pain in her arm, Zoroark opened her mouth, spraying the poisonous attack straight in Druddigon’s face.
Recoiling, Druddigon pawed at his face trying to rub off the putrid spray, but it had already seeped in passed his scales, taking effect. His balance faltered as he felt the poison sap at his energy, and whilst he was preoccupied with the toxin, Zoroark went back on the offensive with several Night Slash’s, knocking the poisoned dragon around before eventually causing it to crash to its knees. Breathing heavily as his vision began to fail, his blood boiled at the thought of losing his first match under his new trainer.
Zoroark sneered when she was sure that she had the battle in the bag. Kirrie was beginning to look really worried as Druddigon tried to rise from his knees but failed. “Ok, this looks like a win.” Ryan said, sounding all too happy about it. The thought of Kirrie’s prize fluttered in his mind, and a little discomfort from stooping down to her height would be worth it to find out how her lips felt and tasted. “Alright Zoroark, finish Druddigon off with one more Night Slash!”
Seeing the fox charge up another attack that would easily defeat her dragon, Kirrie had to quickly think of a move that she hoped Druddigon knew. It was common for them to know such a move, but there were rare cases of them never learning it. As Zoroark darted towards Druddigon, she decided it was worth the chance. “Druddigon, use Revenge!” She cried out. Upon hearing the command Druddigon’s eyes grew wide and his pupils shrank. Calling on all the pain and damage he had taken in the battle, channelling it into his right hand causing it to glow a crimson red.
“You’re done now foxy!” He rumbled as Zoroark reached him, jumping at him aiming straight for his face. In response Druddigon, swung his glowing hand at her, striking her hard in the gut as her claws cut into his face.
Falling in almost slow motion, Zoroarks eyes went wide and blank as the hit wasn’t just super effective. but also a critical hit. Ryan watched in utter disbelief as Zoroark hit the ground and didn’t get up again, her body twitching slightly in unconsciousness. “Zoroark!” Ryan cried out as he ran over to the now unconscious fox. “Zoroark, Zoroark can you hear me?” He asked. She strained to make a small sound, to which Ryan said, “You did great. I’m proud of you.” As he embraced her. Druddigon threw his head back with a strained victory roar before collapsing himself as the Toxic took its full toll. It was too late for Ryan to do anything more. Zoroark passed out first, so Kirrie won the match.
He expected some form of arrogant gloat from her as he returned Zoroark to her Poke ball. Around half of his losses resulted in him being insulted as a trainer in some way. Instead, she smiled sweetly as she returned her Druddigon, complimented him on how well he had trained his Zoroark and simply asked if he knew a good place to eat after they visited the centre, ignoring Emboars uproar of laughter at the fox’s loss, Serperiors hisses ordering the pig to shut up and Sceptile trying to keep peace between them in obvious vain.
After a trip to Iccirus city’s Pokemon center, the duo found a nice little restaurant to which, as promised, Ryan treated Kirrie to a meal. He had thought she had intended to eat alone and let him carry on to the next part of his travels, but after he had ordered what she wanted, she looked at him confused, asking, “Aren’t you getting anything?”
Ryan took a moment to respond, too hypnotized by her big innocent green eyes. He was still surprised to learn that she was as old as him in the first place. “You want me to join you?” He asked back.
“Well yeah. Did you think I’d let you get away so easily?” She tittered giving him a teasing wink, which made him blush and clear his throat. “You’re fun to be around, so don’t think you’re just walking away. So just order something already.” She instructed before heading off to find them a table, her body bouncing with every feather light step, leaving Ryan a little stunned before he decided what to order.
Not ten minutes later, they were happily munching down their food. It was the first proper meal Ryan had eaten in days, having survived on carefully proportioned rations before he had reached Iccirus city. He watched as Kirrie happily tucked into her food, trying not to take in how cute it was how she swung her legs whilst she ate, her feet just barely touching the floor as she sat. Occasionally, her eyes would meet him, automatically making him look back to his meal in an attempt to hide that fact that he was watching her. “You’re a really nervous guy, you know that right?” She said matter-of-factly as his eyes darted downward again. “I’m not going to rip your head off for looking at me.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just that, we’ve only just met.” Ryan nervously explained. “I’m not the best around new people.”
“Well maybe we should get to know each other then.” She smiled sweetly again. “You know my name is Kirrie. My team is made up of my Emboar, my Sceptile, my Jellicent, my Eevee which I got on my vacation to the Kanto region, my Krookodile and my Druddigon. I was born in Undella town. I couldn’t stand being around all the rich snobs, so I spent most of my time down at the bay where I helped run a nude beach and…” She was cut off by Ryan suddenly choking on his drink. “Whoa are you alright?” She asked, reaching over the table to pat at his back.
Ryan coughed loudly beating at his chest trying to overcome the sudden shock he had suffered “You…you did…what?”
“Worked at a nude beach? Why is that so shocking? Are you not from Unova? Do you not have nude beaches where you’re from?” She kept firing questions at him, not knowing that all that was going on in Ryan’s head was her naked on a beach. Ryan was surprised that his nose wasn’t bleeding by now. as he finally stopped coughing trying his best to hide the thick blush covering his cheeks and nose.
After a couple of minutes, the other restaurant patrons stopped staring at him as he calmed himself down, excusing his reaction. He then answered her questions, explaining that like her he was Unova born, originally from Accumula Town, but had spent the majority of his childhood in Opelucid City, as his father was a dragon Pokemon researcher. He had spent the last eleven years from the age of ten travelling the many regions of the world with Serperior as his starter, picking up many Pokemon along the way, and that his current team was his Serperior, his Blastoise which was a gift from Professor Oak, his Ninetales which he caught in a mansion on Cinnabar Island, his Shaymin which he caught in Sinnoh, his Zoroark from Unova and his Braviary, which was also caught in Unova.
As he continued to talk, he noticed that Kirrie had stopped eating and was now solely focusing on him with her head resting in her hands, looking like a child would when enraptured by one of an elder’s many stories. “Are you not hungry anymore?” Ryan asked, unable to think of anything else to say. He had gotten trapped in her big beautiful green eyes again.
“Meh, it’s not that great.” She shrugged, playing with her fork. “What’s yours like?”
“Mine’s alright. Want to try some?” Ryan replied, placing his fork in his mouth along with the food on it, offering his plate to her. Instead of using her own fork like he had expected though, she put her fork down, reached over and took his out of his mouth, food and all, and popped it into her mouth whilst he stared at her. How many times was this girl going to shock him in one day?
“I should have known you’d order the good stuff for yourself.” Kirrie joked, placing Ryan’s fork back on his plate. She tittered as he continued to stare wide eyed at her. “You’re cute when you blush.” She breathed huskily, sliding her foot out of her shoe and lifting her leg to run her foot up his leg until the tip of her toes ghosted along his groin, sending a static shock through his body.
Ryan backed up his chair a couple of inches, feeling the blood travelling to his manhood. Kirrie just giggled at his reaction, stretching her leg a little further to repeat her action. Ryan was cute and fun to flirt with. The way he reacted to her screamed virgin, but that didn’t put her off of him in anyway. She was attracted to him from the moment she laid eyes on him, and was planning on keeping this up until he relented or turned her away. She wasn’t too bothered either way, hoping to either get a friend out of this or, if she was lucky, something more.
Ryan glanced around to see if anyone was looking as Kirrie’s small foot came into contact with his groin again. The girl had been casually flirting with him from the moment they met, but this was a bit much. He had never even had a girl come into this close contact with his groin, let alone himself. He was a traveller, never staying long in one place, and his almost chronic shyness prevented him from getting anywhere with any girl that he got remotely close to, including his old contest rival. “H-hey,” He stuttered, taking hold of her foot. “Could you please s-stop that?”
The small girl giggled at his reaction again, before moaning lightly at how his hands felt on her feet. “Arceus your hands feel good.” she sighed shamelessly, letting her head fall back making Ryan panic a little as people started to stare again. “I’d pay you anything to give me a foot rub with those big strong hands on yours.”
“Don’t do that!” Ryan hissed pushing her foot away. “Do you want to get us kicked out?”
“Oh lighten up.” Kirrie smiled playfully, tapping his nose. “I’m done anyway, so hurry up so we can book a room for the night.”
“Book a room?!” Ryan was bright red now as too many images crashed through his mind. Within the space of half an hour, Kirrie had admitted to being openly naked in public as part of her job, flirted with him excessively, gave him a near foot job, and was now insinuating that they should book a room together. “Why would we need to book a room?” he asked in a quieter tone, having drawn unwanted attention from his outburst.
Kirrie pointed out the window to show that it was now raining quite heavily. “I don’t know about you, but I certainly don’t want to be camping out in that. Personally, I’m running low on money, and it seems you’ve shelled out more than enough for our food. So I think the best and cheapest option is for us to share a room at the Pokemon Center.” She explained, not mentioning for a second the possibility of them going their separate ways. At that moment, Ryan wasn’t too sure that he wanted to walk away from this strange but alluring young woman.
Avoiding the strange looks from the other patrons, the duo collected their things and made a mad dash for the Center, reaching it in just under a minute near soaked to the bone. Kirrie quickly booked them a room whilst Ryan tried his best to dry himself off before going upstairs to their room.
Ryan had no idea how on earth he was going to get to sleep that night, even if they had separate beds. Despite being a complete gentleman in all other circumstances, when Kirrie walked in front of him up the stairs, he just couldn’t take his eyes off of her ass; hypnotized by how it swayed with every step she took. Her short skirt swayed along with her ass, occasionally flittering up to reveal more of her porcelain thighs and on the final step, she bounced up causing her skirt to rise, revealing pure white panties.
“Oh Arceus I’m going to die.” Ryan thought. As he was sure he heard Kirrie giggle, as if knowing he was looking down there, she even purposefully flicked her skirt up at him eliciting another deep blush. “Yep, this girl is going to be the death of me.”
When they entered the room, they were both surprised by one little detail. Yes, the room was spacious yet had a cosy feel to it was freshly furnished and up to date, it had its own bathroom but one thing had Ryan’s heart racing.
There was only one fucking bed.
“It looks like Nurse Joy made a mistake and gave us the key to the wrong room.” Ryan summarized, nervously hoping that that was the reason.
“Actually she didn’t.” Kirrie responded. “This was the room number she told me we were getting. Come on, the bed is big enough for the both of us. Though I warn you, I’m a bit of a restless sleeper.” She said, having no problem with the prospect of sharing a bed with a guy she had basically just met.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to sleep on the couch?” Ryan suggested more for himself than her. There was even less of a chance of him sleeping with Kirrie less than two feet away from him.
“That little thing?” Kirrie pointed to the small two seat-er couch in the corner of the room, Ryan was a giant by normal standards, standing at five foot eight, but he would still have trouble lying down on the furniture. “I’m not having you break your back sleeping on that thing.”
“But...”
“No buts mister, we’re sharing the bed.” She placed her hands on her hips as a sign of finality, leaving Ryan more than a little dumbstruck.
“Uh…ok.” Ryan responded, unable to think up any other excuses. This girl had spent every moment they were around each other baffling him.
Hopping onto the bed, Kirrie kicked off her shoes, sighing as she felt the pressure finally come off of her feet. “That’s so much better.” she sighed, before looking to Ryan with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Now, about that foot rub I mentioned earlier.” She wiggled her toes at him, giving him an innocent pleading look. Ryan sighed and relented, resigning himself to what he was sure to be the most awkward night of his life.
Ryan prayed to Arceus above for the walls to be thick enough to block the noise Kirrie was making as he massaged her soles. She sounded like she was having the best sex of her life by the way she gasped and moaned, her hands grasping at the bed sheets until her knuckles were white. He was thankful that her eyes were closed so she couldn’t see how Cheri berry red his face was and his pants were beginning to tent from her moans. If she opened her eyes now, he would be utterly mortified. He accidently cracked her toes, making her back arch as she gasped in pleasure, in turn making his groin tingle more.
He ended up rubbing her feet for a full forty five minutes before she moved away, thanking him. “I should recommend you to some of my girlfriends.” She complimented, checking the time and how dark it was outside now. “We’ve both have had a rough day; I think we should get ready for bed.” Ryan nodded, trying his best to hide his arousal as she bounced off the bed, her ass and skirt following suit as she went to the bathroom to wash up.
When the bathroom door closed, Ryan let out a heavy breath that he had been subconsciously holding in. It was time to face the music. He honestly wished he had a Grass type that knew Sleep Powder with him, but unfortunately neither Serperior nor Shaymin had knowledge of the move. “Hey Kirrie, I don’t have pyjamas, so are you ok with me sleeping in my vest and boxers?” He called out.
“Yeah, that’s cool.” She called back as Ryan heard the faucets being turned on. He guessed that she was just washing up before bed, deciding to do so himself when she had left the bathroom. Throwing his shirt and pants onto the chair near the couch, Ryan stood in his black vest and boxers, momentarily wondering which side of the bed to take.
“If I take the side nearest the wall, she may roll over and box me in.” He pondered, not wanting to be trapped between Kirrie and the small gap near the wall. “But if I take the side nearest the door, I could fall out.”
He swiftly decided to risk getting boxed in over falling out as the bathroom door opened. “I’m done Ryan. Your turn.” Kirrie yawned, scratching her hair.
“Ok Kir…” The moment Ryan turned around, he nearly flat out fainted. Kirrie was standing in front of him without a scrap of clothing on her, not even bothering to cover her nudity in any way, her perky double A breasts moving with every breath. He couldn’t help letting his eyes trail lower, noticing she was completely shaven, and even though he had nothing to compare with, he was sure that her pussy was smaller than normal. “Wha…what the…?”
“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I don’t where pyjama’s either.” Kirrie said nonchalantly, walking passed him and crawling onto the bed. Ryan couldn’t help but look and instantly regretted it as his boxers began to strain painfully. Thank Arceus she was bent over, otherwise she would have seen. In now aching arousal from the sight of her small but pert ass and the even better look at her tiny hairless slit, he quickly mumbled something and dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
He turned the cold faucet on full blast, splashing his face, trying to get the ever returning blush to disappear. “Come on man, you can do this.” He told himself, filling the sink with icy water and submerging his face for a couple of seconds to calm himself down. He considered risking a cold shower to fully relieve him of the tension, but that would most likely raise questions from Kirrie.
“What’s taking you so long?” Kirrie called out to him. “I can’t sleep with the faucet running.”
Sighing, Ryan resided to his fate, turning the faucet off and exiting the bathroom, trying his best to mask his stubborn hard on by scratching his leg. Kirrie was sat up on her side of the bed, seemingly knowing that he had chosen his intended side. Her breasts were still exposed as she pulled back the covers on his side, patting the mattress almost alluringly. “Arceus help me.” He mentally begged as he stiffly made his way to his side, climbing in, praying to the creator Pokemon that he would fall asleep quickly.
“Arceus, why have you forsaken me?” Ryan whispered as Kirrie was now sound asleep, cuddling up to his side. Two hours had passed since they had gone to bed, and now he was lying as rigid as his dick as Kirrie mumbled in her sleep, snuggling closer, resting her head on his chest and her hand on his stomach. Maybe he had fallen asleep and Darkrai was fucking with his dreams for its own perverse pleasure. His breath caught as Kirrie’s hand moved lower, near cupping his now agonizing bulge.
He tried to wriggle away, only to find that he didn’t have any bed left. Plus, any space he made between them Kirrie instantly closed the gap, snuggling harder to him, her breasts pressed hard against his side and her face nuzzled to his chest like he was comfier than every pillow on earth. He held his breath, trying his best not to lose it when her tiny hand descended lower, fully cupping his sizable bulge. She sighed in her sleep again, now with a pleased smile on her face as she unconsciously caressed his clothed cock. Her slender leg then curled over his so her thigh was caressing the underside of his arousal, whilst her hand rubbed the bulk of it.
“How is she still fucking asleep?!” Ryan mentally hissed as he felt his loins begin to burn. If he had to endure much more of this, he’d be laying there in embarrassment and sticky pants. “What the hell could she be dreaming about?”
As his cock hardened further, Kirrie finally stopped rubbing, but snuggled up further, actually climbing on top of him in her sleep, ending up so her legs were hung at either side of his hips with her tiny hands gripping at his vest as she simpered in her sleep, actually kissing his chest a few times before nuzzling her face back against it, completely engrossed in what pleasant experience she was dreaming about. She moaned in her sleep as her clit ground against the fabric of the hem of his boxers, beginning to rock in her sleep. After a couple of minutes of enduring her grinding, Ryan started to think he deserved a medal for lasting this long without blowing it in more ways than one.
Kirrie mumbled in her sleep again, shifting down his body until her bare pussy came into contact with his bulge. He hissed as she gasped, rubbing down against it, simpering louder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He mentally growled as he felt her pussy lips being spread by his impressive hardness.
Suddenly, she slid down hard spreading her further as she bolted awake, lifting herself up on her arms, her eyes wide as she saw their situation. Ryan’s heart pounded out of his chest as Kirrie’s eyes looked down, her nether lips still spread around the top of his bulge. “Kirrie…I’m so sorry…you kept moving and…” He didn’t get much more out of his mouth before it was near violently crushed against hers. Kirrie gripped his hair hard kissing him harder rocking her pussy near frantically against his bulge, making him moan into her mouth. She pulled away when they were both desperate for breath, panting heavily. “Kirrie….what are you doing?” Ryan asked between heavy pants for breath.
“Shut up” Kirrie panted back, kissing at his chest. “and give me that cock.”
“What?!” Ryan gasped as Kirrie darted under the covers. Less than a second later, he felt his boxers getting near violently pulled down and a small cool hand wrap around his aching erection. “Kirrie, wait! Why are you…aaaaahhh!” His question quickly turned into a pleasured cry as he felt her hot little tongue lap at his dick hungrily, getting every inch of it, base to tip, wet with her saliva before swallowing it down.
Kirrie’s mouth was impossibly small, warm and wet as it compressed around his dick. She moaned around his cock, sucking and slurping at it, bobbing her head along his length like a pro. He was an adequate six inches in length, but an impressing two inches in girth, making Kirrie a very happy girl as he filled her tiny mouth completely. She flipped the covers back over her head so she could look up at him with big, innocent eyes whilst she hungrily sucked his cock.
Ryan risked looking down and nearly paid for it, cumming near instantly at the sight. Precum coated her mouth, making her moan louder. She gyrated her head, making sure his cock filled every inch of it as his head massaged the entrance to her throat. One of her hands crept deeper under the covers, whilst the other started to cradle his balls, rolling them gently causing another spurt of precum to shoot down her throat. He was on the very brink now, and he wished his first ever blowjob wasn’t going to finish so soon, but when Kirrie hallowed her cheeks hard, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
He came with a harsh cry, unable to even warn her of his bursting release. His thick, salty cum filled her mouth completely, making her cheeks swell. Kirrie moaned in bliss at the taste and texture of his cum whilst it coated her tongue and the inside of her throat as she swallowed every heavy spurt.
She held him in her mouth for a few moments after the flowing stopped before releasing him slowly from her warm heavenly orifice. Ryan lay panting and sweating as she licked and kissed his cock clean. “Mmmmm, man you’re tasty.” She simpered, licking every inch of him before fully reappearing from under the covers.
Ryan struggled to form words, only to lose any semblance of thought when he saw Kirrie moving to straddle his waist, aiming the head of his still hard cock at her tiny slit. “It’s not going to fucking fit.” He thought as she ground down on the tip having, difficulty penetrating herself on it. She grunted and cursed, trying again and again to get him inside her, before crying in ecstasy when the head of his cock finally pushed into her. “Fuck!” Ryan choked, feeling her impossibly tight cunt squeeze hard on the tip of his dick.
Reaching down to grasp his waist, Kirrie slowly began to force herself all the way down biting, her lip to the point of bleeding, as she was stretched further than ever before. She had had two boyfriends before meeting Ryan, and whilst they were reasonably good in bed, they weren’t as endowed. Her groin and lower abdomen began to bulge from the size of him, and she couldn’t hold back the scream when she fully impaled herself on him. Ryan prayed that the walls were soundproofed or thick enough to contain the shriek of pleasure Kirrie let out as the head of his cock pushed into her womb.
“Oh fuck you’re huge!” Kirrie cried, gyrating her hips feeling him fill every inch of her cunt. “We should have done this as soon as we got back.” Her hips began to move on their own accord as her hands grasped his shoulders. He was sure she looked like a sex demon as she began to dance on his cock. But unfortunately, his long forgotten glasses had fogged up from the perspiration brought on by her goddess-like fellatio skills.
Minutes passed and Kirrie was soon bouncing on his cock like a sex starved woman possessed. The covers were now strewn across the floor, and Ryan had shifted to the middle of the bed, having given up all thoughts of stopping her. He no longer wore his glasses as she had ‘stolen’ them, now donning them herself, adding to her adorably sexy appearance. Her stomach was coiled almost as tight as her throbbing burning pussy.
His dick pulsed inside of her, signalling his second approaching orgasm of the night, and the way Kirrie was panting and sobbing, she was close too. One of her hands was kneading one of her small breasts, whilst the other was frantically working her tiny clit, sending her nerve endings on fire with pleasure. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!!!” She screamed before seizing up completely rigid, soaking Ryan’s groin with her release. He followed suit a second later, firing his burning cum straight into her, causing her orgasm to go on and on.
After was seemed like an eternity, Kirrie finally collapsed onto Ryan’s chest, sobbing from the pleasurable aftershocks, licking and kissing at his collarbone. Still dazed and in relative shock at what had just happened, Ryan just wrapped his hands around her back gently rubbing her as she clung to his front. “Want to explain where that came from?” He asked as her sobs and hiccups quietened down.
Kirrie made a dismissive noise, shaking her head against his neck. “Sleep now, talk morning.” she mumbled before swiftly going limp on him.
“Kirrie? Kirrrie?” After giving her a couple of shakes, Ryan found her completely unconscious, sleeping peacefully against him. Unable to bring himself to move her, he sighed, settling his head back onto the pillow, unsure whether to look forward to the next morning talk or not.
Little did he know, this was the start of something very big between them.
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Pokemon: The Adventures of Ryan and Kirrie