This choice: Cockmistress Liz, the traveling Mienshao merchant • Go Back...Chapter #5Cockmistress Liz by: Smuxray   A soft hum floats among the trees amidst the soft padding of paws on grass. The Mienshao, Elizabeth, walks confidently through the wilderness, dressed in form-fitting pants and a short robe made of thin fabric, which does little to prevent her plump breasts from bouncing with every step- nor to decently conceal the unmentionable bulge she keeps down below. Being a sultry lady with male equipment has certainly led her to some... interesting scenarios in the past. A sizable traveling bag is strapped to the mink anthro's back and her trusty Rapidash tows a cart of merchandise a short distance behind her, evidence of her status as a wandering trader. An ideal guise for covering her tendency to make other Pokémon, wild and anthro alike, disappear...
The Mienshao had recently retired from a job teaching a martial arts dojo and taken to traveling the land as an exotic merchant. The reason for the sudden change of pace was primarily because she, well... ran out of students.
Fifteen. She would never forget that number. She could recall each and every one of their names and faces, too. They were good kids- most of them at least. The day she decided to implement the new policy for handling misbehavior is when everything started to go south... literally.
It was a great idea, really- after she'd watched those teens fighting and sweating and pushing their bodies over and over, she naturally started to develop a bit of an appetite for them. And what better way to get those bullies and delinquents out of her hair than to put them to a much better use, jiggling on her ass? That's how it started, at least. Pretty soon though, she ran out of bad students, and that appetite of hers was only getting worse. What harm could it do to call in one of the cute ones after class and indulge herself?
...And that's how her entire class ended up inside her. Six lucky ones went toward padding her rump and plumping her tits, and nine wound up getting creamed and churned out of her nuts. With the last few she had the bright idea to bag them up in condoms and save them for posterity rather than letting them splatter in the woods, and they became some of her first sales in her new profession. She did have a lot of fun in her dojo-teaching years, but the job simply wasn't... sustainable for her in the long run. Moving from town to town meant she was never around long enough for suspicion to catch up to her regarding any local disappearances.
As it turned out, the Mienshao ended up making a killing off of the various souvenirs she snatched from her prey. Truly, the idea to sell off her used condoms as "exotic bedding" has probably been her best yet. Many of the folks out here sleep in hay, so they'll pay good money for the luxurious, squishy liquid texture her bed-balloons offer. With the things tied off securely, who would doubt that the stuff inside was anything but a "special compound of chemicals engineered by foreign inventors?" The only thing to give it away would be the smell of musk, which gets completely squelched by the resilient rubber. And in the off chance that one of the pillows gets poked with something sharp and ruptures, well... Elizabeth will already be long gone.
Suddenly the Mienshao senses that she's not alone. Her ears twitch and she freezes in place, eyes locked on the foliage to her left. Rapidash haphazardly stops behind her to avoid running straight into her rump. The Mienshao lifts her hands up to her shoulders and carefully unfastens the straps on her backpack, letting it slowly slide down to the ground, which unavoidably creates some rubbing noises. Somebody wants to play? This should be interesting...
Her ears swivel back as the bushes behind her rustle loudly, and out pounces..! | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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