(Intersex on female [I think it border lines on rough but...] )
Sunlight dances on the rooftop, the heavy storm of yesterday leaves deep puddles streaming over leaves and under branches into the drain. The usual chirping of birds is drowned by the crack of pavement while a Trumbeak's glowing beak narrowly misses a smiling Eevee. I've been training Queen and my Rattata a lot recently… I think I'll release them before heading out for good. Ava presses send on a message then looks up. "One last tackle and he'll fall!"
"Veevee." Char whispers with a stark grin, readying his hind legs to pounce the wary bird. "Come out Sandra!" Her soft voice beams with experience and doubt, recalling her Trumbeak to call out a Sandygast. Her white hair flows in the strong breeze, pairing beautifully with Sandra's stray sand as both catch the sunlight.
Wow…. Ava adjusts her jacket then knocks her head back, sporting a faint smile of confidence. "Char! Come back." The coral haired trainer shuffles around in her duffle bag before finally drawing a cherish ball, "Come out, Swaws!" The small Swadloon says its species in a slow foreboding tone as it stares into the cold and empty Sandygast's eyes.
The white haired trainer adjusts her blue heirband with a light giggle. "So you met my sister Mars huh?"
"That was her name?" Ava pulls her coral hair behind her shoulders. Swaws relieve a few short chirps at the mention of Mars. I was too horny to pay attention, I think I almost lost that match… ohhhh that is a problem; if I move how will I fix my cum issue? Hm. The two trainers stand in silence, Sandra relaxes while Swaws prepares. "Yeah, she was really close with her pokem- BITE!"
Swaws leaps towards the pile of sand and chomps her glowing fangs into Sandra. The white haired trainer laughs, her eyes gleaming with excitement "Haha, best way you could sneak it in huh?! Use Shadow Ball!"
Sandra spins into herself channeling her ghostly energy into a single ball. I can sense your doubt… and it's not fair. Ava's sunburst eyes dim ever so faintly. "Your pokemon and you are strong, Novae, but I just don't feel like losing yet." Her voice echoed a bit of sorrow behind her confidence.
Swaws tanks the shadow ball as she starts another charge towards her opponent. "Haha, yeah. I guess this fight is nearing its close." Novae replies with a nervous chuckle, her own eyes dim as she looks down. And with a final chomp Sandra goes down, and Novae just recalls her. "You did well."
Ava recalls Swaws after kneeling down to pet her for a bit. "When your Rockruff levels up, switch the Leer for Odor Sleuth, it'll set up for your other pokemon or force your opponent to switch out. Apart from that, I don't know what else to tell you apart from trying to stay at a higher level than your opponent." Ava turns waving a peace sign as she slowly walks off, leaving the rooftops sullen atmosphere behind.
Maybe I just had a personality disorder back then, but I don't know if that ever was ME. The coral haired girl carries herself out of the elevator, her sunburst eyes hazy as she mindlessly strolled through the lobby.
A squeaky ""WEEEEE!!" squeals through the hall over the click-clat of wheels on the tiled floor until…. Crash. The joyful rider crashes into Ava."Owie powie kazowie, Lowie! That hurt!"
The Receptionist stares wide eyed at the accident that happened right beside him. "M-Ms. Blakeory! What on earth-, you better hope this street rat doesn't sue you! How many times must we remind you to not use the trolleys in such a barbaric manner!"
Ava's hands wander the small frail body. "Did a sweatshop worker just crash into me?" Her hands stop at the lower hips and she easily plucks the girl off.
The girl laughs with a wide cheeky smile. "And I thought I had a sense of humor!" The girl's shoulder length black hair practically forces Ava to look at black her sly eyes. The girl straddles Ava before pushing herself off of the partially dazed intersex trainer. "But for real, sorry for crashing into you like that! It was an accident..." Ms. Blakeory quickly scans Ava. "Really!"
The receptionist groans while pinching his temples. "Ms.Blakeory! Quit wasting time with this hooligan and hurry to your helicopter! The next storm to attack this city will continue for quite the while!"
"Oh CRUD!" Ms.Blakeory's eyes grow wide. " I forgot I requested that… hm I haven't even packed yet, hah… Wait, Val will kill me if I'm late again!" She stumbles as she hastily turns the way she came. "What a bother!"
The 'chubby' receptionist looks over his "What are you still doing here you street rat?"
The intersex trainer stumbles to her dazed feet, pushing a strand of her coral pink hair."Yeah,yeah." She dismisses the receptionist, now making her way to the door. She felt so dainty… and seemed smart behind that all.
"wait." An old man halts Ava, holding a book and PokéBall under his armpit. [1]"For finding my granddaughter in Golden Wood Forest."
With a delicate smile Ava retrieves her reward from the man's armpits. "Thank you." Ava uses the item ball and a cane materializes before her.
The cane's polished wooden shaft gleams in the lobby lights and its crutch-like head shines. The head was modeled after a mega Pidgeot with a key stone clutched in its beak. "My old bones can't find use in these anymore, I found a cane to be useful. So when you find it difficult to move, or find yourself in a pickle; use that cane of mine will you?"
Ava puts the book named "Bulbpedia" into her satchel. "That's kind of you but I don't think I'll really need it." Apart from the key stone this cane is useless, if needed I could easily bench press a boulder thanks to… Whatever is in my DNA.
The old man walks away laughing. "I thought that about them key stones!"
The young trainer sighs. "It'd be rude to just leave it." After returning the cane to its ball Ava finally takes her leave.
Ava's gym shoes splash lightly in a puddle, then step out onto the damp concrete. She looks up to relieve the pressure on her neck and spies a tall tanned woman with long blonde hair wearing nothing but a leopard print bikini.
Ava stood across from her, spine rigid, eyes flickering up and down like a hummingbird's wings, never quite settling on Olivia's face. She cut a striking figure in the dim light, her coral-pink hair cascading over one side of her face like a silken waterfall, partially obscuring her expression. Her breathing was shallow, her fingers twitching at her sides like a musician's before a performance. There was a storm brewing in her chest—a concoction of lust and confusion, like water and oil being stirred together to spill over. I just… I just need a distraction.
"How much do you charge?" Ava asked, her voice softer than she intended, barely audible above the distant hum of the city.
Olivia's eyes roved over Ava—taking in the long coral hair, the uncertain posture, the clothes that didn't quite match the confidence she was trying to project. Her gaze was a physical touch, a languid caress that seemed to leave a trail of heat in its wake.
"Ah, sweetheart..." Olivia's smile was syrupy, practiced, and wrapped in the smoke she exhaled. "My rates are… flexible." She leaned forward, elbows pressing into her knees, cleavage pushed up like a weapon. "You seem like the type who wants quality over quantity. Am I right?" She nonchalantly opened her legs, giving Ava a tantalizing view of her bikini bottom. "Just a few quickies and you'll be brain dead by the end of the night."
Ava's thoughts shatter like glass under a hammer. 'quality'. She shifted her weight, feeling her half-hardened cock pulse with a twist of confusion and excitement. This bitch is trying to scam me…
"W-what would a quickie b-be?" Ava stammered. "Like… your mouth? Or… hands?"
Olivia laughed. Cruel. Full-volume. Her breath reeked of menthol, a cold burn that cut through the heavy air. "A quickie means I suck your dick until you cum like the clueless virgin you are. No kissing. No touching. Just me doing the heavy lifting while you whimper."
Smoke hit Ava's face like a slap, a harsh reality check that stung her eyes and brought her back to the present. Why am I still standing here? Ava asked herself. Is this who I am? Just some freak looking for validation in the body of a stranger? A manipulator waiting for a moment to pounce? That's not me…. Is it?
Olivia saw the uncertainty in Ava's eyes; she realized she was looking at a far easier mark than she expected. "$200 for that," Olivia continued, flicking ash to the pavement. "$500 and I let you fuck every hole I got. Raw."
Ava flinched, clutching her chest tight as if to physically hold herself together. She raised her eyes, heat burning under her skin like a fever. "H-how much… would $600 get me?" Reel...
Olivia's face lit up in cruel delight, her eyes gleaming like a predator's in the dark. "Oh, sugar, now we're talking." She leaned closer, voice like sandpaper wrapped in honey. "That gets you everything and then some. And no safe words. I want you begging."
Ava didn't hesitate. Her wallet snapped open and shut, the bills folded in her trembling hands like a desperate supplication. Let her take it. Let her think she's in control. Let me pretend this is what I want. Until I figure it out.
"$700," Olivia muttered before swinging her hips as she beckoned. "Follow me, baby." Her heels clicked on the concrete pavement like the ticking of a countdown clock, spearing her way through the crowd of people who looked at her then at Ava who trailed behind, until they reached the Velvet Apartments.
"What are you bringing in today-..." The receptionist stops stale with her sentence; seeing Ava was damn near like seeing a ghost.
"I'll be borrowing room 237 for a bout an hour." Olivia's words were sharp and certain, like a snake striking its prey
The apartment room smelled faintly of lilac and rot—cheap perfume hanging over the mildew in the carpet like a shroud. Olivia leaned against the chipped doorframe, one heel pressing into the floor with lazy confidence. Her blonde curls tumbled over sun-darkened skin, and the cigarette between her fingers glowed like a candle's flame, painting Olivia's smirk in stark relief. Her curves spilled out of her half-zipped dress.
Olivia turned, already slipping one strap off her shoulder. "So, you ready to forget your name, sugar?"
I just want to forget something, anything related to the visions. Ava's eyes lingered on Olivia's chest. The intersex woman yearned to be Erased; Rewritten.
Ava stepped forward without a word and grabbed Olivia by the choker, a sharp yank that made Olivia's breath hitch, just for a second—enough to feel the control slip.
"I was hoping," Ava murmured against her ear, "you'd suck me off first. But since your mouth is too busy talking shit..." She spun Olivia and pinned her against the wall. The motion was rough—clumsy, but intent—and Olivia's breath left her in a whimper and a grin. "I suppose I'll have to use another hole." Ava whispered.
I'm not the customer anymore. I wasn't even a person to her. I was something to her, and I'm something else to others. Something that doesn't know what it is.
Olivia's bikini snapped loose under Ava's fingers, and her gasped protest was met with a low, reverberating kiss to her collarbone. The pressure in the room thickened, the air growing dense and heavy like the moments before a storm. Time didn't feel linear. Each moment stretched and doubled over itself—Ava couldn't tell if she was pushing Olivia down, or falling with her.
What am I doing? Is this dominance, desperation? Am I proving or hiding something? Her hand slipped between Olivia's thighs like a confession. Wet heat, quick inhale.
Ava spoke low, voice breaking into something not-quite-masculine, not-quite-feminine—just distant and indistinctly hers. "I don't need you to tell me how to touch you," she hissed. "I need you to shut up and take it."
Olivia whimpered, face flushed. Her mockery softened into moans, head tilting back as Ava's fingers curled with purpose. Do I look like a man? A woman? A mistake? Or am I simply a mark?
"You wanna talk value?" Ava sneered, pulling her fingers back just long enough to hear Olivia gasp in disappointment. "That mouth of yours isn't worth half what your silence is."
Then she kissed her—deep, claiming, like she could overwrite both their names with teeth and tongue. Olivia melted into the lustful kiss, her body arching into Ava like a drawn bow.
Olivia gasped as she felt Ava's lips on her neck, a moan slipping out as their mouth latched on, sucking hard enough to bruise. Her fingers dove into Ava's hair, gripping tight, pulling—not to escape, but to anchor. She grinded her hips up, hungry for more. Olivia's voice dropped to a breathy whisper. "Fuck... you're playing with fire now, sugar."
Her body arched into them as she threw her head back, groaning. Somewhere in her eyes was that flash of a woman used to control, now curious what it's like to lose it.
Olivia's tone sharpened—daring, coaxing, her dominance shifting into challenge. "So here's what we'll do—I'm gonna let you take charge tonight... but only if you can handle me like the wild animal I am. Think you're man enough for that challenge?"
Ava's grip tightened around her choker. man enough. man? no...? Something clenched in Ava's chest. Their fingers slowly withdraw from the wet hole.
Without a word, they tossed her down onto the couch by the throat, answering the challenge. Their tongue traced along Olivia's belly, slow at first, then sharper, tasting skin like defiance.
Ava's fingers hovered over her bikini bottom—hesitating. Then tore. The fabric ripped like a decision made too late.
Olivia gasped as she was exposed, a flush rising to her cheeks. She moved to speak but Ava silenced her, plunging fingers deep into her folds before the words ever formed.
Olivia's moans built as Ava continued, but there was a distant flicker behind their eyes. Like they were acting dominant.
Olivia leaned in again, voice firm, taunting. "Take me. Take control of me. Show me who's boss."
She grinded harder against their hand, her body desperate, but her voice sharp.
Ava watched her twist, hips rolling. Their fingers moved expertly. Does she see?
Their mouth found her breast. They teased, bit, sucked.
Ava spoke low, voice breaking into something not-quite-masculine, not-quite-feminine—just indistinctly hers. "Cum for me, like the slut you are."
Olivia's head snapped back, eyes rolling as she screamed, knuckles white against the couch. The sound she made was pure, messy, real.
Olivia gasped as she feels Ava's lips on her neck, a moan slipping out as their mouth latched on, sucking hard enough to bruise. Her fingers dove into Ava's hair, gripping tight, pulling—not to escape, but to anchor. She grinded her hips up, hungry for more. Olivia's voice dropped to a breathy whisper. "Fuck... you're playing with fire now, sugar."
Her body arched into them as she threw her head back, groaning. Somewhere in her eyes was that flash of a woman used to control, now curious what it's like to lose it.
Olivia's tone sharpened—daring, coaxing, her dominance shifting into challenge. "So here's what we'll do—I'm gonna let you take charge tonight... but only if you can handle me like the wild animal I am. Think you're man enough for that challenge?"
Ava's grip tightened around her choker. The words echoed in their head—man enough. Something clenched in their chest. They don't flinch. They can't afford to.
Without a word, they tossed her down onto the couch by the throat, not just silencing the challenge—but answering it. Their tongue traced along Olivia's belly, slow at first, then sharper, tasting skin like defiance.
Ava's fingers hovered over her panties—hesitated, almost like they were remembering a rule they no longer followed. Then tore. The fabric ripped like a decision made too late.
Olivia gasped as she was exposed, a flush rising to her cheeks. She moved to speak—maybe a protest, maybe a tease—but Ava silenced her, plunging fingers deep into her folds before the words ever formed.
Olivia's moans built as Ava continued, but there was a flicker behind their eyes—like they weren't fully inside themselves. Like control was a performance they were mimicking rather than owning. Still, they pressed on.
Olivia leaned in again, voice firm, taunting. "Take me. Take control of me. Show me who's boss."
She grinded harder against their hand, her body desperate, but her voice sharp—a woman testing the limits of surrender.
Ava watched her twist, hips rolling. Their fingers moved expertly, but something in their chest felt... distant. Mechanical. They wondered if she saw it—this fracture between what they were doing and what they were meant to be.
Their mouth found her breast. They teased, bit, sucked.
Ava spoke low, voice breaking into something not-quite-masculine, not-quite-feminine—just hers. "Cum for me, like the slut you are."
Olivia's head snapped back, eyes rolling as she screamed, knuckles white against the couch. The sound she made was pure, messy, real.
Olivia's breath hitched, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her, raw and unfiltered. She collapsed against the cushions, still twitching, still not done.
Olivia's voice was rough, demanding. "Don't stop… keep going until you've wrung every last drop out of me."
She pulled Ava's head to her chest, rubbing herself shamelessly against them. And still, somewhere behind their dominant facade, Ava could feel it. Its weak.
The stretch was bruoght back memories, all primal invasions that left Olivia gasping, her body struggling to accommodate the former girth spreading her open. She choked on a cry, fists curled around the headboard as her back arched in reflexive recoil.
"F-Fuck!" she gasped. "I missed this!"
Her thighs trembled, breath catching as Ava pushed in further—deliberate, unyielding.
"It'll fit—!"
Her words stumbled, torn between panic and something far more dangerous.
Ava didn't respond. Didn't trust their voice to match what their mind was screaming. The rhythm in their body kept moving without permission, like it wasn't theirs anymore. Hands—strongly tightened on Olivia's plush hips, guiding her down, forcing her body to mold around old sensations.
Olivia shuddered beneath the grip, sweat pearling on her brows as her hips rocked forward, chasing more without realizing it.
"Be gentle– Fucker!" she spat, trying to claw back control. "What kind of freak—"
The rest of the sentence broke in her throat as her cunt clenched, fluttering around Ava's cock with helpless need. Her body was already betraying her. Slick. Open. Aching.
Ava's chest heaved, heat crawling up their spine like fire under skin. This isn't how I saw this going. I was supposed to surrender before this point but– I don't know if I want too.
Her body welcomed them like it had been made to—her warmth molding around every inch as if it had always belonged to them. Each thrust made her cry out, her insults gradually fraying into moans she couldn't hide.
"Nnghh—!" Olivia's glare burned over her shoulder, but her voice trembled, her thighs parting wider. "You fucking animal…"
"Mmmph… you're so deep…" she murmured, voice ragged. "Stretching me out…"
When Ava struck that hidden, trembling spot inside her, her whole body buckled forward. She let out a sob that cracked at the edges.
"You're… loving this, aren't you?" Her nails dug into the headboard. "Fucking some slut with your big cock…"
Ava said nothing, only flipped her over and slammed into her harder. Each collision was loud, obscene. Flesh against flesh. Her ass bounced with every thrust, the sound wet and relentless. Her cunt sucked greedily at them.
Olivia's thoughts dissolved into heat. Every part of her was responding—her ruined pride, her aching pussy, her pulsing nipples swaying with every movement. She was going to cum.
"Hnnnnh—Oh god! Oh fuck! You're so deep inside me!" Her mind flooded with static, vision blurring as her orgasm approached like a freight train. Hair stuck to her skin, her body glistening with sweat and lust.
Ava didn't know who they were in that moment. The body moving inside her didn't feel like their own. The hunger taking over didn't feel familiar. They felt hollow and full all at once, like they were watching from behind glass.
Her cunt clenched, rhythmic, her pussy trying to drag every inch deeper. She was soaked—messy—already dripping down her thighs from how thoroughly her body had surrendered.
Cum inside me!" she gasped. "I swear, if you—"
Her words collapsed into a scream.
Ava buried themselves to the hilt, and with a guttural groan, emptied inside her. Heat flooded her core, wave after wave of thick cum spilling into her womb. Olivia's eyes close and fist clenches.
"AAAAAAH! FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" She convulsed, body locking around Ava like a vice. Her scream twisted moans as her climax tore through her, violent and unrelenting. Her entire frame trembled, and her pussy milked them greedily—slick, hot, unstoppable.
Ava stared down at her, chest rising and falling like a stranger's breath. This isn't me . This was or is about something else. Ava doesn't pull out, leaving the tip of her cock still connected to Olivia.
SLAP! Their hand connected with her ass, a sharp crack echoing through the haze. Olivia yelped, still twitching, still dripping from the orgasm that had broken her. "Get up," Ava muttered, their voice flat, uncertain. "You're not done."
She whimpered, eyes half-lidded. "Oww… y-you brute…" Still, her hips tilted backward—offering more.
"You're getting the deluxe experience, asshole…" she muttered, breath ragged Olivia smirked through the wreckage. "Hope you can afford the damage."
Ava continued playing with Olivia's voluptuous form, alternating between lazy, lingering caresses and sharp, purposeful strokes meant to tease her open. Her skin glowed, flushed and sensitive. Every brush, every squeeze, dragged a gasp or twitch from her trembling body.
Ava spoke low. "I can feel the heat rolling off you. You're desperate."
Her mouth trailed along Olivia's throat, collarbone, breasts—biting marks into her as if claiming her inch by inch. One hand rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger while the other drifted lower, knuckles dragging down that slick, throbbing slit. Milking their previous load out.
Ava teased, "Are you ready for round two?"
Olivia arched up, eyes half-lidded and voice breathy. Olivia gasped, "More... give me more…"
Ava grazed her teeth against the slope of Olivia's neck. She shuddered.
Olivia's voice sharpened, control flaring up like a final line drawn in the sand. "Stop teasing me already! Just fuck me like the bitch in heat I am!"
She reached down, grabs Ava's cock and strokes it hard—like a threat.
Olivia's voice was rough, demanding. "C'mon sugar—show me what you've got before I decide you're not worth my time after all."
Ava didn't flinch. Not this time. No second-guessing. No split in her skin. She gripped Olivia's wrists and flipped her, pinning her to the couch beneath her weight. Her gaze was steady. Certain.
Ava growled, "You've got quite the filthy mouth on you, slut... I ought to teach it a lesson."
She crashed her mouth onto Olivia's lips—rough, greedy. Olivia didn't resist. She moaned into the kiss, arching, eyes blazing.
Olivia gasped, "Shut up and get inside me already!"
She grinded up, wanting, daring.
Olivia's voice was rough, demanding. "I don't need your lessons—just fuck me until it hurts."
Ava smiled darkly. She pushed in rough—wet, tight, desperate. Olivia's legs snapped around her, heels bruising her back. Their rhythm built instantly—like they'd been starved for days.
Ava growled, "You like this? Being used?"
Olivia's scream tore through the room. Her walls pulsed around Ava's cock like she was cumming already.
Olivia gasped, "Yes... yes... I've never been used like this before!"
Ava drove into her harder, chasing a pace that tested her limits.
Olivia moaned, "Harder! Faster! Use me like the slutty little whore I am!"
Her nails raked lines down Ava's back—sharp, real, grounding. It hurts soo good!
Ava growled, "That's a good bitch."
She slammed forward, each thrust punctuating the insult like a kiss to her ego.
Ava growled, "I want to feel your cum gush down my cock—drain yourself for me."
Olivia broke. Again. And again. Her moans were ragged now, voice shattered by pleasure.
Olivia gasped, "I'm your bitch now… all yours…"
Olivia demanded, "Cum inside me. Fill me up. I want to feel it drip out when I walk tomorrow."
Ava leaned in and with one final deep thrust, she buried herself to the hilt. The moment locked. Her grip tightened. Her pulse roared. Her doubts didn't rise this time—they drowned in the sensation of Olivia breaking beneath her.
Her climax hit like a wave crashing against stone—thick, pulsing release painting Olivia's insides as she bucked wildly underneath her. Olivia's legs squeezed tighter, body convulsing.
Olivia moaned, "Ahhh—yes... yes… fill me up! Make me your cumdump… leave me ruined."
The rhythm slowed. Ava didn't pull out yet. Her body relaxed slowly, riding the afterglow. Her breathing steadied. Her hands drifted—softer now—along Olivia's waist, her thigh, brushing her cheek.
Olivia's body, sticky and trembling, finally stilled. Her moans quieted to gentle, erratic breaths. Her muscles twitched under Ava's fingers, she didn't want to let go.
Olivia whispered softly, lazily, "...that was... long deserved."
Ava stayed inside her for just a moment longer. Not to prove control. Not to dominate. Just to exist—there, grounded, real.
Ava murmured, "You'll remember this." And for the first time tonight, her voice held no edge. No fracture. Just calm certainty.
Ava combs her fingers through her vibrant coral hair "Now that's what I call a final hurrah!" Her smile beaming as bright as the hall lights. But I should really try and catch my train, just because Chasity let me keep my money doesn't mean I should be careless… She fixes her recently obtained yellow and purple jacket.[2]
[1] He wishes his insurance would let him get a walker already
[2] It was on the floor so it will need a deep clean I think