PokeGirls (GD): Bonding Grave (LEMON) [Episode 94658]

by Red Priest of the 17th Order

Sitting on the bed in only his boxers, Ranma contemplated his situation as he looked down at the PokéBall in his hand. He could only wonder what he was going to do with another pokégirl, although he had a pretty good idea on what he HAD to do.

After putting the G-Splice into her PokéBall, Ranma had felt pretty good from what Jetta told him. Granted, he was still shocked by what had gone on, but he had won his first PokéBattle, and he didn’t lose any of his girls. And then they were back on the road, arriving late that night to a place where Ranma could learn how to be a ‘proper’ Tamer in peace. The quiet little town of Greenpeace.

The Greenpeace PokéCenter had been VERY understanding and compliant when he got there. He put his pokégirls back into their balls and put them all through a machine for a process called the ‘Healing Cycle’. The process took no more than a couple of seconds, but the NurseJoy assured Ranma that his pokégirls were back to top condition.

After getting a decent meal for his dinner, Ranma knew it was time to do what Jetta had told him as they made their way to Greenpeace. It was time to ‘Bond’ the small pokégirl he had won from Séance Leer.

Tossing the ball, Ranma listened as there was an audible ‘pop’ sound as a light came out of the ball. The small Cheetit-like pokégirl was looking very sullen. “Hey,” Ranma tried, “What’s wrong, little one?”

Sighing, the little pokégirl just looked at Ranma as he sat in his boxers. “Let’s get this over with. Go ahead and tame me.”

Blinking his eyes, Ranma wasn’t sure what to make of the girls actions. “You okay?” He asked honestly

“Should I be?” The pokégirl asked as she stared at her new owner. “You’re just going to use me and abuse me. Why should I be okay?” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter, I’m just a sex-pet after all.”

Shaking his head, Ranma said, “No you’re not.”

The girl got slightly depressed when Ranma said that. “Yeah right,” she mumbled. “You’re just like the last two Tamers I had. They just screwed me on occasion, using my abilities to help them out somewhat, then tossed me away because I was the last pokégirl they used and I lost.”

Ranma stared. He knew that was the case with Séance, but it happened once before? “They... They did what!?” He asked in disbelief.

The semi-Cheetit shrugged. “Why else am I with you then? My first tamer, Tirant, used me to battle against Séance Leer and lost, giving me up because I couldn’t stand up to that Sorceress of his. Now I’m with you because I lost to your Cheetit.”

Not liking what he was hearing, Ranma frown. “So you just got left behind?”

The pokégirl nodded to Ranma’s answer. “Yep. I quit caring shortly after Tirant proved to me that he didn’t really care for me.” She shrugged. “Why bother caring? You’re all alone in the world anyway.”

Shaking his head, Ranma stated firmly, “You don’t have to be.”

Not wanting to hear that, the pokégirl just sighed. “Let’s just get this over with. Then I can be back in my ball and stop being outside where people will just abuse me.”

Ranma stared at the pokégirl, not believing she’d speak like her situation was natural. “You really think I’m just gonna abuse you?”

Looking down at her feet, the pokégirl answered, “Why not? I’m just a, a thing without any feelings or thoughts for myself. I don’t deserve to have privileges such as someone who cares for me and is kind.

Shaking his head, Ranma firmly stated, “You’re wrong.”

The pokégirl gave Ranma a flat stare. There was neither hope nor happiness in her eyes.

Ranma looked into her eyes. “You’re not a bad person, and you’re talking to me right now. You’re obviously a feeling person.”

“So?” the semi-Cheetit questioned. “I talk all the time. I’m still surprised that you haven’t disciplined me yet for talking back to you. I’m surprised that you don’t have a whip, a chain or something else out right now. With Ranma just gawking at her, the G-Splice continued. “So just get it over with. Tame me, then put me back into my ball for a long while.”

It was then the pokégirl sighed and slumped forward onto the bed, preparing herself for a quick taming and then being back into her ball until she got into a fight and then another tamer who would do the same to her.

Shaking his head, Ranma sighed in disbelief. He placed a comforting hand on Grave's back and rubbed her shoulders. “What’s your name?”

The pokégirl rolled her shoulders as she felt Ranma do that. “Grave Digger.”

Ranma nodded his head to that. “Well, Grave, I’m Ranma Saotome.”

A hearing that, Grave nodded her head as well. Okay, so her new master who was just going to toss her away was Ranma Saotome.

As Ranma continued to rub her shoulders with his hands, he gently told her, “I’m not like other Tamers.

Grave rolled her eyes, she had heard that before.

“I’m not going to throw you away, or treat you like a piece of property,” Ranma continued.

Grave blinked her eyes at that. “Hmm?”

Ranma nodded his head. “You heard me.” Ranma’s hand rolled along her spine. “I try to treat my pokégirls as equals,” He smiled and mentally added, “Even when they don’t want me to.”

Shaking her head, Grave sighed, she had heard so much in her life, and none of it pleasant. How could she trust him? She was so tired of empty promises and hollow words. Séance had said that he’d treat her nicer than what Tirant did. He did, but only marginally.

Continuing to massage her back, Ranma sighed at her silence. “All right then... Since you don’t want to listen to me, how about you tell me about yourself? What do you like? Anything you’d like to say about yourself?”

“What... I... Like?” Grave blinked. What did she like? She then began to tear up when she realized something. “I’m... I’m so pathetic!” She cried out as tears fell from her eyes. She slowly curled up into a ball.

With Grave’s actions, Ranma stopped, just surprised by this. He picked up the semi-Cheetit while she was in the fetal position, holding her to him. “Shh... Don’t cry... Please, please don’t cry...”

Grave cried into his shoulder, letting out pain, sorrow, anguish and so much hurt that had been bottled up inside for far too long. “I'm so pathetic,” She sobbed out as she realized that she had no likes, no wants, no desires. All other pokégirls had those, but not her. She was just so pathetic. No wonder everyone left her behind. Grave Digger sobbed all this into Ranma’s shoulder.

Rocking her gently in his arms, Ranma whispered to her. “Shh... You’re not pathetic. You’re not...”

“But I am,” She cried out, “Even Daimons have desires and dreams. But me? I don’t have them. I lost hope and just quit caring, so people don’t like me and get rid of this pathetic girl.”

Ranma sighed. He held her tightly. “I won’t.”

Blinking her eyes, Grave looked at him, tears still falling down her face. “Wha?”

Managing to smile at her Ranma spoke softly. “I promise you, Grave. I’ll do my best to keep you and the other girls safe.”

Staring up at Ranma, Grave sighed. She wanted to believe it, oh gods how she wanted to. But all the years of pain and hurt wouldn’t go away that easily.

Ranma sighed as well. “I know you probably don’t believe me... But please, give me a chance.”

A chill going up her spine, Grave gulped nervously. Giving out her trust meant that she was vulnerable to being hurt again. She shivered, remembering what that bastard Tirant had done to her. She had trusted him, but he betrayed her quickly and thoroughly. She looked at Ranma and nodded slowly.

At Grave’s nod, Ranma managed to smile. “Thank you,” he said honestly, as he lowered his head to kiss Grave on the lips gently.

Blinking her eyes, Grave returned the kiss hesitantly.

Ranma smiled as he felt Grave return the kiss. He kissed her gently a little more, just lip-on-lip contact.

With the pressure of her new master’s lips on hers, Grave trembled as he kissed her. Ironically, it was her VERY first kiss that she had ever received. She had WANTED to kiss her former masters before, but they never let her.

Blinking his eyes, Ranma wondered why Grave was trembling. He decided to hold the kiss a little longer, and react only if she wanted him to.

The little Cheetit trembled some more as the two kissed. It felt so different to her. She was afraid of losing the feeling.

Ranma kept the kiss up a bit longer. About five minutes passed before he broke the kiss with her. “Grave? Did you like?”

Looking up at her master, Grave trembled lightly and pulled Ranma into another gentle kiss, this time, she wrapped her arms around him. The gentleness felt so good.

Letting Grave do what she want, Ranma kissed her back. He was going to let her set the pace for awhile.

The little G-Splice kissed Ranma for another two minutes before breaking the kiss and laying her head in the crook of his neck. Ranma smiled. He brought a hand up to bring it through her hair. “Grave. I do have to Bond you, Jetta told me so... But I’ll do this to your pace.”

The pokégirl shuddered and hugged onto Ranma tightly. “Just, just hold me please?” She whimpered, hoping that he would, but prepared if he wouldn’t.

Smiling, Ranma nodded his head, and continued to hold the small G-Splice of the Cheetit persuasion in his arms. Grave nuzzled her head against Ranma’s shoulder. She murmured something about never having a friend before. At hearing those words, Ranma smiled more. “Glad to be your friend.”

At those words, Grave pulled back and smiled slightly. “You can tame me.” She looked down somewhat. “If you want to.”

Ranma nodded his head. “Of course I want to. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I’m small, flat-chested, and not beautiful,” Grave stated as if it were the most obvious thing.

Shaking his head, Ranma frowned. “You know, Sheila said the same thing about herself,” He smiled, “But I still care for her anyway.”

Grave shuddered and looked at him, wondering why he put up with her. “Answer something for me.”

Nodding his head, Ranam said, “All right. Ask.”

“Why do you act so, so... So different than any other Tamers I’ve seen?” She shuddered again. “Five Tamers passed me up when they saw me, and it was only because of Tirant’s Alpha Array that he even chose me in the first place. Yet, you accept me with no problems. Why?”

“This is difficult for me to explain...” Ranma started slowly. “I think Jetta would be made at me for telling you without her permission, but...” Ranma sighed. “Grave, believe me when I say that my way of thinking is completely alien on the subject of pokégirls, all right?”

When Grave blinked, not really understanding, Ranma sighed. “Trust me on this. I’m not from around here, and don’t think like the Tamers you’ve seen already.”

Just looking at her new master, Grave nodded slowly. “Um, okay...” She sighed and leaned forward, nuzzling her cheek to his chest, hoping that he didn’t get mad at her.

Ranma sighed in relief. He leaned his heard forward to kiss her forehead. Managing a smile, Ranma whispered. “You really are such a cutie.”

Smiling at the compliment, Grave crawled forward so that she was sitting on his lap. She nuzzled his cheek with her own. True, this wasn’t how pokégirls were supposed to act, but she didn’t care. Like Brianna, she had memories of two lives before she was ‘born’ and in both of them, the Witch and the Cheetit had someone to care for them, and REALLY care for them.

Smiling, Ranma hugged her closely. “Cutie,” he repeated.

Smiling, Grave purred lightly. She then blinked and giggled at that.

Smiling back, Ranma asked, “What’s so funny?"”

“I, I haven’t purred in the longest time,” She sobered up a bit. “It was just something that surprised me so I giggled at it.” Grave then slumped. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop,” she then shook her head. “I’m sorry, it’s just that the other Tamers didn’t like it when I purred.”

At Grave’s explanation, Ranma raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t they?”

Grave shook her head. “I don’t know, they just didn’t like it.”

Frowning a little, Ranma nodded his head before managing a smile for Grave. “Well, I like it.”

When Ranma said that, Grave smiled and PURRED! Really purred! Her whole body vibrated, causing vibrations to hit Ranma’s body as she was still sitting in his lap.

Ranma moaned a little since he could feel the vibrations go right down to his hips, straight to his manhood. It felt good.

Meanwhile, Grave hugged Ranma and continued to purr. “Oh.... G-Grave...” Ranma moaned a little. He looked into Grave’s eyes. “Could... Could you undress?”

Grave blinked and nodded. She got off of Ranma and took off her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it!

Ranma smiled as he watched entranced. She had such petite, but appetizing breasts.

Trying not to appear nervous, Grave then leaned down to drop her pants. When they were at her ankles, she kicked them away, leaving her in a pair of white lacy thong panties.

Looking her over, Ranma smiled. He then stood up at the side of the bed and began to pull down his own boxers.

Grave blushed as she saw Ranma’s piece. “HOLY!” She thought to herself. “He’s HUGE!”

Seeing Grave stare at him down there intently, Ranma couldn’t help but blush. “You like it?”

Grave nodded and licked her lips. “Yeah.”

At Grave’s admittance, Ranma smiled. He moved towards Grave and got on his knees before her. Kissing her stomach, Ranma’s hands slowly pulled down her white panties. Grave cooed while he kissed her stomach. She purred when Ranma’s hand went to her ass and kneaded it.

Blushing quite a bit, at what he was about to say, Ranma forced himself to ask, “Grave... How do you want to do this? You want to be on top? Bottom? Or...” He blushed more, remembering the term Jetta used. “Doggy style?”

Grave smiled a bit timedly. “Um, I prefer the phrase ‘kitty style’ to ‘doggy style’.”

Ranma nodded. “So you want it... ‘Kitty style’ then?”

Fidgeting a bit, Grave nodded her head.

Nodding his head, Ranma stood up slowly. “Something wrong?”

“Well, um, could we do it a bit differently?” Grave shyly asked.

Ranma blinked. “How so?”

Blushing, Grave answered, “Um, with you standing up, my back to your front and you slide me up and down with your arms under my legs.”

At Grave’s request, Ranma nodded his head. “Sure.”

Grave smiled and stood up. She turned around and her tail went up into the air.

Seeing Grave’s ass, Ranma nodded his head and kneeled a bit. His hands wet to get between Grave’s legs. Grave wiggled a bit as Ranma did that to her.

Ranma’s hands went behind Grave’s knees as he spread her legs. He was quickly trying to lift her up so she could lay against his front for balance.

As she was lifted up, Grave wrapped her arms behind her and around Ranma’s neck, allowing him to lift her up, resting her back against his chest. Her legs were spread apart to allow him to enter her.

Making sure he had a firm grip, Ranma lifted Grave higher so her back was to his chest. He kissed her cheek gently, and then slowly lowered the G-Splice onto his manhood.

Leaning her head back against Ranma, Grave purred loudly as she felt her master enter her. “Purr, so good.” Her tail wrapped around Ranma’s waist.

Smiling at what Grave did with her tail, Ranma began to bounce Grave up and down on his manhood, making a wet, sloshing sounds.

Grave started to mewl from the sensations as Ranma slipped in and out of her slick slit.

Moaning a little, Ranma bucked his hips up every time he lowered Grave down. He was really enjoying the sensations of her tight twat.

Shivering in pleasure, Grave mewled, her body thrashed from the sensations as she slid up and down on his rod.

As he continued to move up and down into her dripping sex, Ranma smiled. Grave just felt so good.

Mewling, Grave grinded her ass into Ranma as she slid up and down on Ranma’s rod.

Groaning, Ranma shook his head to keep the sensations form overcoming him. With his head turned, he noticed a large, full-length mirror on the wall. Smiling, he began to turn towards it and carefully took a few steps towards it as he continued to bounce Grave, so she could see what was going on.

Grave mewled and blinked as she saw herself being bounced up and down on Ranma’s shaft. The sight turned her on like nothing else and she started to yowl as she approached orgasm VERY quickly.

Smiling at Grave’s reaction, Ranma began to buck her up and down on his rod faster and faster. He didn't know why... But... Perhaps... She might find dirty talk erotic, if she liked the situation the mirror put her in. “You like it, Grave?” Ranma asked as he kissed her ear. “You like watching yourself being loved? I know I do.”

Grave mewled when Ranma did that. “Oh yes. Uhh, OH GODS YES! SO GOOD! MEW! MEW! MEW!!!”

Ranma was then taken aback by the force of the little pokégirl’s orgasm. Her inner-folds clamped down tightly onto his manhood like a vice, trying to milk him for his seed. He didn’t disappoint, as this coaxed his own orgasm to the fore. He came into the petite G-Splice with abandon.

And them it happened. An overcoming, euphoric feeling as a Bond was formed. Ranma was used to what Bonds felt like, ever since the bonds of Sextome’s pokégirls went over to him, but the feeling of creating his own just felt so incredible, beyond mere words.

As Both came down from their sexual high, Ranma stumbled back, managing to sit back onto the bed. Grave continued to breathe heavily as she held onto him, his shaft still inside her tight folds. “Masterrrr...” Grave mewled happily.

Panting, Ranma managed to ask, “Yeah?”

“Love you...” the little Cheetit mewled in thanks.

Managing a smile, Ranma kissed her cheek. “Love you too.”

Grave just purred. It was then she knew that Ranma was going to keep to his word. She had finally found a Tamer who would keep her, and care for her. For the first time in her existence, life was looking up.

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