Cheren's Holiday Thing - By Wrex
Cheren’s Holiday thing
Though he had been to many Christmas parties in the past, none of them had been quite as big as the one he was attending tonight. It was in the lavish mansion of the former champion of the Johto league, Lance. Everyone from his roommates to gym leaders, to even a couple of elite 4 members was attending. The guests were engaged in a wide variety of activities, everything from Eating to dancing, even karaoke (Which Ethan was currently doing a horrible job at). Even Lance himself was getting drunk. The former champ was sitting by the bar, letting out loud burst of laughter, and consequentially getting smacked upside the head by his cousin, Clair, who was sitting right next to him. Cheren paid particular attention to the dance floor, where two promiscuously dressed gym leaders from Unova, Kamitsure and Fuuro, were…well for the most part grinding against each other.
He adjusted his glasses as a smirk spread in the corner of his mouth. “The levels of alcohol in the eggnog must have lowered their inhibitions” he muttered to himself.
He set his gaze to the other side of the room and inspected the couches and chairs set near the wide screen TV. A blond haired gym leader from the Sinnoh region, Volkner as he remembered, was laying down with a petite brunette female gym leader in his arms. “Is that…jasmine?” Lyra had told him about her once, an adorable gym leader from the Johto region that specialized in steel type pokemon. Both of them were resting, eyes closed and smiles on both of their faces. His smirk turned into a grin, even Cheren couldn’t resist the sheer cuteness of that scene.
He flipped his pokegear out of his back pocket, pressed the camera button, and took a snapshot of the scene. “Lyra’s gonna love this. I suppose the magnetic relationship between steel and electricity is applicable to romance as well.”
“That’s a pretty keen observation there kid, never though of it that way!”
Cheren practically jumped and took a quick glance over his shoulder,
“Flint of the elite 4!? Wait you…you know them?” Cheren asked
“Of course I do. The blond one with the spiky hair has been my best but for….man how many years has it been? And the Brunette with those pigtails in her hair that kinda look like wings….well she’s his girl friend.”
“Really? Aren’t Johto and Sinnoh really far away from each other?”
“Oh they find a way to make it work, dude practically built a vehicle for long distance travels an-
Flint’s eyes immediately locked on a young lady walking by. She had red hair similar to his, and an outfit that did a fine job at exposing her midriff.
“Hold that thought kid, I got some business to take care of.”
Within a split second he darted over towards the woman.
“Wehehehelll Flannery, isn’t this a pleasant surprise.”
The boy adjusted his glasses again,
“Heheh…even elite 4 member’s aren’t resistant to the charm of the female figure”
Cheren resumed attention to the party. He might’ve heard a chuckle followed by a slap, but that wasn’t his concern now. For now all he was concerned with was taking a sip from his soda, scooping out the sights, and playing it cool.
Just then he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Guess whooooooo~”
He spun around, and saw a fairly tall, beautiful woman with long purple hair. She was wearing a modest black dress, though it seemed ruffled, the left strap almost slipping of her shoulder. One thing that stood out the most was the large red blush across her face and her half lidded eyes.
“Makomo!? Wha- Who”
“I got an invite along with Araragi” she chirped
He could smell the liquor on her breath.
…You’re drunk, aren’t you”
“Wha…. me?”
“Don’t even try to hide it.”
She cackled
“You’re under-estima, misinter- er…you got that all wrong shorty , I’m not that much of a light weight!”
He sighed
“Well I suppose it’s to be expected at an event such as this…You can almost smell the booze-”
“Hold that though cutie, I have something planned for ya”
She grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him to the hallway. After finally fin She stopped right under a doorway with mistle toe hung over it.
“Makomo!? What the hell is this all about?”
“A present” she sighed, trailing her fingers across his chest with her left hand and cupping his check with her right “You look really…REALLY cute tonight…. cute enough to taste”
This was so unlike her. Normally she was a shy, polite girl, always invested in her studies and assisting her mentor (and possible love interest he hypothesised), Professor Araragi. They had met a couple of times, shortly after Cheren became a pokemon trainer. He was even one of first trainers to test out her “Dream link” system that broadcasted the dreams of sleeping pokemon.
But here she was, coming on to him, staring into his eyes with the intensity of a predator observing its prey.
She licked her lips and swooped in on her target.
Makomo traced his lips and teeth with her tongue before letting out a raspy moan. Cheren, startled by the sudden noise, accidentally gave entrance to Makomo’s tongue, as she eagerly explored every inch of the boy’s mouth, breathing heavily and letting out gasps and pants of lust.
A strange mix of emotions was bubbling inside of the boy’s mind.
On one hand, here was one of the hottest girls he had ever met, kissing him. Her tongue intertwining with his, inching her hand down to his crotch and slowly rubbing until the tent in his jeans became almost painfully evident. Quickly undoing the buttons and zippers until his member, only covered by the thin layer of his boxers, was exposed.
Yet, something about this didn’t feel right.
Her actions seemed to be fuelled by pure lust, forceful and harsh. There was no tenderness, no love. Just the sloppy movements of a girl drunk off her ass.
He pushed and broke away from the kiss, his erection still embarrassingly exposed.
“Makomo, what the fuck is this!? Someone could walk in at any moment.”
She grabbed his collar
“Look you little welp, I need this,…I need to forget about all the stress n’ shit I’ve had to put up with all year. I need release….”
She cupped his stiff tent palm of her free hand, softly rubbing up and down, making him groan in response.
“And you’re just the right outlet that I need.”
All he could do was grunt in response “Hnnng…ugh…Araragi”
“Huh?”
“Araragi…d’don’t you two have a thing with each other.”
She chuckled while she quickened the pace of her hand.
“So you picked up on that huh kid? Well lets just say I have…needs she can’t provide. Variety is the spice of life after all”
“We’re practically right in the open! What if someone walks in?”
“That thrill just adds to the experience kid.”
She lifted the glasses off of his face and resumed kissing, almost biting his lip this time, all while speeding up her hand. She griped at the shaft through his boxers and started to pump her fist up and down his length.
Despite the haze of both pleasure and fear coursing though his mind, Cheren was able to collect himself, and broke free of makomo’s lips and grasp. He backed near the wall slowly and waited a few seconds to catch his breath
“Stop this…..”
“What?”
“Stop this!” he shouted,
She stared at him, bewildered “What….what the fuck? A kid your age would be dying to be in your shoes right now”
“It’s just that….” Cheren stammered
The frustration on her face was becoming apparent, a glint of anger in her eyes.
“What…you’re saying that I’m not good enough for your first time?”
He froze up. Anything he would say now would just drag him in deeper.
She inched closer, reaching out to grab him again, “Trust me, you won’t regret it”
He closed his eyes, mentally bracing himself for what was going to transpire when he hear the clunking of footsteps coming from the near by hallway.
“That’s enough!” said a familiar voice
“It’s obvious that he’s not enjoying this!…So please…stop”
When he opened his eyes he was met with the site of a big white hat and two pigtails.
She stood with arms outstretched, shielding Cheren from Makomo
“L…Lyra?” the boy gasped
She looked back at him and gave him a brief smile before turning around
“What the hell do you think you’re doing to him?” She asked furiously
Makomo just folded her arms and smirked.
“And just who do you think you are, little brat? Interrupting an adults fun like that”
“Aren’t you a little too old for him?” Lyra asked
“He looks mature for his age ….right Cheren?”
“ugh” he groaned.
“Look brat, just get out of the way and I’ll forget all of this.”
“No” she said in the fiercest tone she could muster, which was admittedly not that intimidating.
The girls continued to argue back and forth, Lyra trying her best to remain calm and appeal to Makomo’s logical senses. But then again…she was drunk and very VERY horny. There wasn’t much Lyra could say that could convince her that this was a bad idea.
From Cheren’s side, he was confused. Grateful that Lyra was sticking up for him…but somewhat frustrated at certain…needs that weren’t being tended too.
“I think you should leave” Lyra finally blurted
“Who the hell do you think you are kid?”
Makomo reached out and grabbed Lyra by the collar.
“I’m gonna teach you some manners you little cu-“
“Now that won’t be necessary” came a mature sounding voice from behind all of them.
Makomo froze on the spot, her face practically turning white as she slowly turned her head…. meeting the gaze of her superior.
On the outside Araragi seemed calm, her eyes closed with a smile on her face….
Makomo knew what this meant…she was royally fucked.
“Makomo dear…tell me. What exactly were your plans Cheren tonight?”
She gulped, a lump forming in her throat. She tried to respond, tried to formulate an excuse, but the words eluded her.
“I..II wwas j-just”
Araragi opened her eyes, the deep green piercing right into Makomo’s soul, sending a chill through her very being.
Before Makomo could react, Araragi grabbed her by the ear.
“Well I suppose we’ll have to retire for the evening, Makomo and I have a lot of …..discussing to do, right dear?”
“….uh huh” Makomo sobbed
Araragi walked off, dragging Makomo along by the ear.
“You can be sure that I’m going to have to punish you for this…when we get home that is”
Makomo yelped “wait…wait, you don’t mean?”
“Yes…that”
“P-p-pleeeaaase no”
“Oh come now dear, it only hurts the few seconds”
“Please…I don’t think my body can take it”
“Well you’ll just have to adapt” Araragi said, as she smiled again at her captor.
Makomo whimpered as she was dragged out of the front door of the house. If there was one thing for sure, she was going to get that release she desired…. although not quite in the way she planned.
Cheren slumped down until he was sitting against the wall, resting his forehead on his knees.
“…What just happened?” he mumbled
“Here, you dropped these” Lyra said, handing the boy his glasses.
“Thanks…” he replied, reaching out, his hand slightly shaking.
Lyra gripped his hand and brought in close to her cheek.
“You’ve been through a lot tonight…why don’t we rest here a while”
She sat down next to the boy and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close”
“Lyra…I”
She put a finger to his lips.
“Shhhhh.”
She leaned in forward, the boys blush growing more intense with each inch that vanished between them, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
Once again, a torrent of thoughts were crossing though the boys mind, almost wanting to pull away until he realized…This is exactly what Makomo was missing, this tenderness, this warmth. This is what he wanted all along.
They stayed like that for a few moments, her lips resting on his forehead, her embrace, gentle to the touch, a feeling of warmth coursing inside of him, until he finally broke away
“wha…what was that?”
“Look above” She whispered
The boy did as he was told and looked up to find a small clover of mistletoe hanging right from the ceiling above them.
They both chuckled, a warm smile present on both of their faces
“Well…I’m in no rush” the boy finally said “but maybe we should find a couch or something to rest on.”
They both got up and walked into the living room, hand in hand.
~epilogue~
Later that night, the two youths were sitting on the couch right near the karaoke stage, Lyra leaning next to Cheren and resting her head on his shoulder. Both of them looked through the pictures Cheren took on his pokegear.
“I always knew Jasmine had a crush on some gym leader from a far off region…I just didn’t know who” said Lyra.
Cheren adjusted his glasses again
“Hmm…Yeah…Volkner doesn’t strike me as the type that would go for the shy ones”
“Well jasmine can be a pretty determined girl, I know this first hand from the time I battled her. I’m sure if she puts her mind to it, even she can melt that outer shell of his”
“Oh is she now?…Very interesting”
Just then the lights dimmed and techno beats boomed from the speakers as Kamitsure walked on stage and grabbed the mic.
“I wanna catch em like they do in Kanto please”~
“Train em, fight em , raise em, and they’ll always follow me, they love it”~
“TM’s, items, potions alter battles as they’re used”~
“But when they challenge me they almost always loose”~
Ohh oh oh
“I’ll get him shocked, with my Emonga”
“I’ll get gim shocked, with my Emonga”
CAN’T BEAT MY, CAN’T BEAT MY, NO HE CAN’T BEAT MY POKEMON
(He ain’t gonna get no badges)
CAN’T BEAT MY, CAN’T BEAT MY, NO HE CAN’T BEAT MY POKEMON
(He ain’t gonna get no badges)
“Man that lady sure can sing…Didn’t she start out in your home region Cheren?.”
“Well she did…but it’s amazing how mainstream she’s gotten”
-end
Though he had been to many Christmas parties in the past, none of them had been quite as big as the one he was attending tonight. It was in the lavish mansion of the former champion of the Johto league, Lance. Everyone from his roommates to gym leaders, to even a couple of elite 4 members was attending. The guests were engaged in a wide variety of activities, everything from Eating to dancing, even karaoke (Which Ethan was currently doing a horrible job at). Even Lance himself was getting drunk. The former champ was sitting by the bar, letting out loud burst of laughter, and consequentially getting smacked upside the head by his cousin, Clair, who was sitting right next to him. Cheren paid particular attention to the dance floor, where two promiscuously dressed gym leaders from Unova, Kamitsure and Fuuro, were…well for the most part grinding against each other.
He adjusted his glasses as a smirk spread in the corner of his mouth. “The levels of alcohol in the eggnog must have lowered their inhibitions” he muttered to himself.
He set his gaze to the other side of the room and inspected the couches and chairs set near the wide screen TV. A blond haired gym leader from the Sinnoh region, Volkner as he remembered, was laying down with a petite brunette female gym leader in his arms. “Is that…jasmine?” Lyra had told him about her once, an adorable gym leader from the Johto region that specialized in steel type pokemon. Both of them were resting, eyes closed and smiles on both of their faces. His smirk turned into a grin, even Cheren couldn’t resist the sheer cuteness of that scene.
He flipped his pokegear out of his back pocket, pressed the camera button, and took a snapshot of the scene. “Lyra’s gonna love this. I suppose the magnetic relationship between steel and electricity is applicable to romance as well.”
“That’s a pretty keen observation there kid, never though of it that way!”
Cheren practically jumped and took a quick glance over his shoulder,
“Flint of the elite 4!? Wait you…you know them?” Cheren asked
“Of course I do. The blond one with the spiky hair has been my best but for….man how many years has it been? And the Brunette with those pigtails in her hair that kinda look like wings….well she’s his girl friend.”
“Really? Aren’t Johto and Sinnoh really far away from each other?”
“Oh they find a way to make it work, dude practically built a vehicle for long distance travels an-
Flint’s eyes immediately locked on a young lady walking by. She had red hair similar to his, and an outfit that did a fine job at exposing her midriff.
“Hold that thought kid, I got some business to take care of.”
Within a split second he darted over towards the woman.
“Wehehehelll Flannery, isn’t this a pleasant surprise.”
The boy adjusted his glasses again,
“Heheh…even elite 4 member’s aren’t resistant to the charm of the female figure”
Cheren resumed attention to the party. He might’ve heard a chuckle followed by a slap, but that wasn’t his concern now. For now all he was concerned with was taking a sip from his soda, scooping out the sights, and playing it cool.
Just then he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Guess whooooooo~”
He spun around, and saw a fairly tall, beautiful woman with long purple hair. She was wearing a modest black dress, though it seemed ruffled, the left strap almost slipping of her shoulder. One thing that stood out the most was the large red blush across her face and her half lidded eyes.
“Makomo!? Wha- Who”
“I got an invite along with Araragi” she chirped
He could smell the liquor on her breath.
…You’re drunk, aren’t you”
“Wha…. me?”
“Don’t even try to hide it.”
She cackled
“You’re under-estima, misinter- er…you got that all wrong shorty , I’m not that much of a light weight!”
He sighed
“Well I suppose it’s to be expected at an event such as this…You can almost smell the booze-”
“Hold that though cutie, I have something planned for ya”
She grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him to the hallway. After finally fin She stopped right under a doorway with mistle toe hung over it.
“Makomo!? What the hell is this all about?”
“A present” she sighed, trailing her fingers across his chest with her left hand and cupping his check with her right “You look really…REALLY cute tonight…. cute enough to taste”
This was so unlike her. Normally she was a shy, polite girl, always invested in her studies and assisting her mentor (and possible love interest he hypothesised), Professor Araragi. They had met a couple of times, shortly after Cheren became a pokemon trainer. He was even one of first trainers to test out her “Dream link” system that broadcasted the dreams of sleeping pokemon.
But here she was, coming on to him, staring into his eyes with the intensity of a predator observing its prey.
She licked her lips and swooped in on her target.
Makomo traced his lips and teeth with her tongue before letting out a raspy moan. Cheren, startled by the sudden noise, accidentally gave entrance to Makomo’s tongue, as she eagerly explored every inch of the boy’s mouth, breathing heavily and letting out gasps and pants of lust.
A strange mix of emotions was bubbling inside of the boy’s mind.
On one hand, here was one of the hottest girls he had ever met, kissing him. Her tongue intertwining with his, inching her hand down to his crotch and slowly rubbing until the tent in his jeans became almost painfully evident. Quickly undoing the buttons and zippers until his member, only covered by the thin layer of his boxers, was exposed.
Yet, something about this didn’t feel right.
Her actions seemed to be fuelled by pure lust, forceful and harsh. There was no tenderness, no love. Just the sloppy movements of a girl drunk off her ass.
He pushed and broke away from the kiss, his erection still embarrassingly exposed.
“Makomo, what the fuck is this!? Someone could walk in at any moment.”
She grabbed his collar
“Look you little welp, I need this,…I need to forget about all the stress n’ shit I’ve had to put up with all year. I need release….”
She cupped his stiff tent palm of her free hand, softly rubbing up and down, making him groan in response.
“And you’re just the right outlet that I need.”
All he could do was grunt in response “Hnnng…ugh…Araragi”
“Huh?”
“Araragi…d’don’t you two have a thing with each other.”
She chuckled while she quickened the pace of her hand.
“So you picked up on that huh kid? Well lets just say I have…needs she can’t provide. Variety is the spice of life after all”
“We’re practically right in the open! What if someone walks in?”
“That thrill just adds to the experience kid.”
She lifted the glasses off of his face and resumed kissing, almost biting his lip this time, all while speeding up her hand. She griped at the shaft through his boxers and started to pump her fist up and down his length.
Despite the haze of both pleasure and fear coursing though his mind, Cheren was able to collect himself, and broke free of makomo’s lips and grasp. He backed near the wall slowly and waited a few seconds to catch his breath
“Stop this…..”
“What?”
“Stop this!” he shouted,
She stared at him, bewildered “What….what the fuck? A kid your age would be dying to be in your shoes right now”
“It’s just that….” Cheren stammered
The frustration on her face was becoming apparent, a glint of anger in her eyes.
“What…you’re saying that I’m not good enough for your first time?”
He froze up. Anything he would say now would just drag him in deeper.
She inched closer, reaching out to grab him again, “Trust me, you won’t regret it”
He closed his eyes, mentally bracing himself for what was going to transpire when he hear the clunking of footsteps coming from the near by hallway.
“That’s enough!” said a familiar voice
“It’s obvious that he’s not enjoying this!…So please…stop”
When he opened his eyes he was met with the site of a big white hat and two pigtails.
She stood with arms outstretched, shielding Cheren from Makomo
“L…Lyra?” the boy gasped
She looked back at him and gave him a brief smile before turning around
“What the hell do you think you’re doing to him?” She asked furiously
Makomo just folded her arms and smirked.
“And just who do you think you are, little brat? Interrupting an adults fun like that”
“Aren’t you a little too old for him?” Lyra asked
“He looks mature for his age ….right Cheren?”
“ugh” he groaned.
“Look brat, just get out of the way and I’ll forget all of this.”
“No” she said in the fiercest tone she could muster, which was admittedly not that intimidating.
The girls continued to argue back and forth, Lyra trying her best to remain calm and appeal to Makomo’s logical senses. But then again…she was drunk and very VERY horny. There wasn’t much Lyra could say that could convince her that this was a bad idea.
From Cheren’s side, he was confused. Grateful that Lyra was sticking up for him…but somewhat frustrated at certain…needs that weren’t being tended too.
“I think you should leave” Lyra finally blurted
“Who the hell do you think you are kid?”
Makomo reached out and grabbed Lyra by the collar.
“I’m gonna teach you some manners you little cu-“
“Now that won’t be necessary” came a mature sounding voice from behind all of them.
Makomo froze on the spot, her face practically turning white as she slowly turned her head…. meeting the gaze of her superior.
On the outside Araragi seemed calm, her eyes closed with a smile on her face….
Makomo knew what this meant…she was royally fucked.
“Makomo dear…tell me. What exactly were your plans Cheren tonight?”
She gulped, a lump forming in her throat. She tried to respond, tried to formulate an excuse, but the words eluded her.
“I..II wwas j-just”
Araragi opened her eyes, the deep green piercing right into Makomo’s soul, sending a chill through her very being.
Before Makomo could react, Araragi grabbed her by the ear.
“Well I suppose we’ll have to retire for the evening, Makomo and I have a lot of …..discussing to do, right dear?”
“….uh huh” Makomo sobbed
Araragi walked off, dragging Makomo along by the ear.
“You can be sure that I’m going to have to punish you for this…when we get home that is”
Makomo yelped “wait…wait, you don’t mean?”
“Yes…that”
“P-p-pleeeaaase no”
“Oh come now dear, it only hurts the few seconds”
“Please…I don’t think my body can take it”
“Well you’ll just have to adapt” Araragi said, as she smiled again at her captor.
Makomo whimpered as she was dragged out of the front door of the house. If there was one thing for sure, she was going to get that release she desired…. although not quite in the way she planned.
Cheren slumped down until he was sitting against the wall, resting his forehead on his knees.
“…What just happened?” he mumbled
“Here, you dropped these” Lyra said, handing the boy his glasses.
“Thanks…” he replied, reaching out, his hand slightly shaking.
Lyra gripped his hand and brought in close to her cheek.
“You’ve been through a lot tonight…why don’t we rest here a while”
She sat down next to the boy and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close”
“Lyra…I”
She put a finger to his lips.
“Shhhhh.”
She leaned in forward, the boys blush growing more intense with each inch that vanished between them, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
Once again, a torrent of thoughts were crossing though the boys mind, almost wanting to pull away until he realized…This is exactly what Makomo was missing, this tenderness, this warmth. This is what he wanted all along.
They stayed like that for a few moments, her lips resting on his forehead, her embrace, gentle to the touch, a feeling of warmth coursing inside of him, until he finally broke away
“wha…what was that?”
“Look above” She whispered
The boy did as he was told and looked up to find a small clover of mistletoe hanging right from the ceiling above them.
They both chuckled, a warm smile present on both of their faces
“Well…I’m in no rush” the boy finally said “but maybe we should find a couch or something to rest on.”
They both got up and walked into the living room, hand in hand.
~epilogue~
Later that night, the two youths were sitting on the couch right near the karaoke stage, Lyra leaning next to Cheren and resting her head on his shoulder. Both of them looked through the pictures Cheren took on his pokegear.
“I always knew Jasmine had a crush on some gym leader from a far off region…I just didn’t know who” said Lyra.
Cheren adjusted his glasses again
“Hmm…Yeah…Volkner doesn’t strike me as the type that would go for the shy ones”
“Well jasmine can be a pretty determined girl, I know this first hand from the time I battled her. I’m sure if she puts her mind to it, even she can melt that outer shell of his”
“Oh is she now?…Very interesting”
Just then the lights dimmed and techno beats boomed from the speakers as Kamitsure walked on stage and grabbed the mic.
“I wanna catch em like they do in Kanto please”~
“Train em, fight em , raise em, and they’ll always follow me, they love it”~
“TM’s, items, potions alter battles as they’re used”~
“But when they challenge me they almost always loose”~
Ohh oh oh
“I’ll get him shocked, with my Emonga”
“I’ll get gim shocked, with my Emonga”
CAN’T BEAT MY, CAN’T BEAT MY, NO HE CAN’T BEAT MY POKEMON
(He ain’t gonna get no badges)
CAN’T BEAT MY, CAN’T BEAT MY, NO HE CAN’T BEAT MY POKEMON
(He ain’t gonna get no badges)
“Man that lady sure can sing…Didn’t she start out in your home region Cheren?.”
“Well she did…but it’s amazing how mainstream she’s gotten”
-end