Chapter 2 - Trial MVP: Magnemite

Author's Notes:
That wasn't as hard as I was worried it was going to be. I had plenty of potions, and Magnemite could tank both the Totem and it's little helper without much trouble. I paralyzed them both, focused down the helper, and then was able to chip the Totem Gumshoos without a whole lot of stress. I'm sure it'll get much harder from here, but let me celebrate when I can. I can almost guarantee this isn't going to be a common occurrence.


Current Party:
Hawk the Rowlett. Zip the Magnemite. Garth the Meowth. Webby the Spinarak. Revenant the Gastly. Expenses the Yungoos.

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Abby sighed happily as she poked at the fire, twigs and sticks crackling as the flames slowly ate them, the fire filling the little clearing with warmth and light. It was hard to get used to Alola, the days were scorching and the nights were frigid. But an excuse to build a fire was always welcome, and something was comforting about the flickering fire when you were this far out from the city. It drove the darkness away and made her feel less alone.

“Course, I’m not alone. Not as long as I have you guys,” Abigail cheerfully asked her seat. Beneath her, Zip, her Magnemite, gave a happy little buzz of agreement, the vibration tingling her well-padded rump as she perched on the top of his body.

Camping gear could be so expensive, and it was either heavy and cumbersome, or lightweight and compact to the point of uselessness. So why bother carrying it around when she had a cheerful little perch at her beck and call. The steel ball of Zip’s body wasn’t the broadest seat in the world, but as long as she was careful to balance herself, it was plenty comfortable. And despite their small size, Zip was plenty strong enough to float in the air without so much of a hint of effort.

And besides, Zip had all sorts of ‘extras’ that a shitty camp chair could never hope to match.

That happy buzz filled the clearing again, and Abby let out a happy little noise to go with it, her toes curling for a moment as her seat vibrated beneath her. It wasn’t just the vibrating her little Zip could provide that was coaxing a dumb grin to creep across her face, but also the fact that the Magnemite’s top screw was currently buried somewhere very warm and very tender, and that could feel the vibrations much stronger than her thick butt could.

“Oh, Zip, you’re doing great, sweetie,” Abby groaned as the diminutive Magnemite gave her another buzz. The stick she’d been using to poke at the fire dropping from her suddenly tingling hands as her back was forced to arch and she grabbed wildly for the magnets on either side of her seat, steadying herself against them as she panted happily, a dopey smile twisting her painted lips. It took her three tries to pick her poking stick back up, every time she tried Zip gave a little buzz and her fingers went all tingly and numb and all she could do was hang on until they were done teasing her.

Reaching down, she gave Zip’s body a loving rub, just settling down and letting them take care of her, the small Pokemon happily buzzing and vibrating, seemingly delighting in coaxing little moans and gasps from their trainer. The mingled sound of them filling the clearing as Abby enjoyed her reward for a day well spent. But she couldn’t go forever, not even with Zip taking it slow, and within twenty minutes of gentle care, she felt the edge starting to creep up on her, warmth flushing her face as the buzz and tweak of his screw built pleasure up inside her.

“O-okay, sweetie,” she said, voice breathy and threatening to catch in her throat. “Let’s… let’s go with a bang, okay?”

Zip buzzed in agreement, and Abby took a deep breath in preparation. She still wasn’t ready when she felt the snap inside of her, the little flash of electricity from Zip’s screw that made her see white for a moment and nearly pitch forward off her seat. Faint little flashes of blue electricity played across the dark, plush lips of Abby’s cunt as Zip turned on the voltage, letting sparks crawl across her velvet walls. It wasn’t anything near the voltage he delivered in battle, but it was enough to make Abigail nearly scream as her muscles clenched and warm pleasure rushed through her. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it wasn’t completely pleasant. It was a mixed-up feeling inside her like nothing else she’d ever felt, and she loved every moment of it.

Sounding half-drunk from pleasure, she heaped all the moaning praise she could manage onto her little vibrator, urging him on as sparks danced and cracked - the sound of each little flick of electricity matching that off the sticks as they popped in the fire. But Abby didn’t give a damn about the fire now, just holding onto Zip with both hands as he gave her one last jolt - a little flash of static right across her shy little clit that made her scream so loud her throat felt sore as she fell backward off her seat and onto the soft grass. Panting for breath as she stared up at the sky, the constellations eclipsed by the stars that lazily pinwheeled across her vision.

Dinner could wait, maybe she’d go for round two tonight.

