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Intended Capture: Caterpie (easiest)
Characters Needed: 3-5k
Actual Characters: 4,684
The Tail of Caterpie
“Hey Ron,” the director called. “Another pokemon just came in. She’s a Caterpie too, so we’ll leave her to you.”
“Awesome,” I replied. I had been waiting for weeks to try out a few techniques.
As a 21 year old, I was new to this line of work, but my director kept telling me that if I kept this up for a few more years, I’d be the Caterpie that every pokemon in the world wanted to be.
I had a few things going for me. I was in pretty good shape from a strict self-imposed diet and exercise plan. Also my longer than average tail was pretty useful for reaching tight spots that guys with shorter ones couldn’t. That wasn’t all though. I had complete control over all of my attacks, which meant that I could build up my String Shot inside me and only let it out at the right moments.
It’s more common than most people realize for guys to not have enough discipline over their bodies. Sometimes this leads to weaker attacks, or, with String Shot in particular, it could mean that they aren’t able keep the sticky white ropes from exploding out.
As I entered her room, I saw the Caterpie my director had mentioned. Her body was the color of the lush green grass of the forest I grew up in. A few Machop carrying cameras had followed me in, and they honed in on her face before travelling slowly down her body. She lay stretched across clean white sheets, and her eyes beckoned me to go forth.
I approached the bed and introduced myself. “I’m Ron, and I’ll be taking good care of you today,” I said.
“Ooh, that’s great. Everyone told me you were the one that I wanted.” She smiled.
“I’ll do my best to live up to your expectations. I should tell you that no girl has ever walked away unsatisfied with my performance though.”
“Well, I’m only 18 and this is the first time I’ve ever been to a place like this, so you might have to help me along.”
“Alright, well how about you take your clothes off first so I can get a better look?”
As she obliged I heard a few soft gasps from the camera Machop. I couldn’t blame them: she was smoking hot.
“Is this good?” she asked uncertainly.
“That’s great,” I answered, running my eyes over her body. “Now how about you get acquainted with my tail? You said that you’ve never been anywhere like this before and I want you to be comfortable. I’ll be using it to probe you quite often.” I laid my tail on the sheets next to her.
“Oooh, this is the biggest one I’ve ever seen,” she said as she ran one of her legs down it.
“Yeah, and it gets even bigger when I’m preparing to use it on a lovely girl like you,” I said.
“Do you mind if I touch it with my mouth?”
“Sure,” I replied. As a Caterpie, I knew how important it was to take in sensory details with our mouths.
As she rubbed her mouth all over my tail, it started to swell and stiffen in anticipation of my need to use it.
“Alright, do you think you’re ready for this?” I asked.
She nodded. “Please be gentle though.”
I dipped the tip of my tail in a pot of silky clear fluid.
“This should make it better,” I said, running my now slippery tail over her body.
“Ooh yes,” she moaned softly. “Don’t stop.”
The cameras zoomed in on my glistening tail as I rubbed it on the Caterpie.
We tried out various different positions so that I could reach every part of her with my bulbous tail. Despite my self-control, I knew that I needed to release my String Shot soon.
“I’m going to cover you with my String Shot now,” I said through gritted teeth as I concentrated.
She sighed contentedly as I shot rope after rope of my sticky white fluid onto her body.
Just then my director walked in. “Great job, Ron,” the Chansey said. “I was worried about this Caterpie here. After hearing that she had been rescued from a forest fire, I wondered if she’d even make it.”
“Thanks boss,” I replied. “I used this technique that I learned a few days ago. First I covered her burns in this slick salve,” I said, indicating the pot of fluid I had covered my tail in. “It helps to soothe the wounds and also prevents the bandages from sticking to the new skin.”
“I see,” Chansey nodded in agreement. “And your String Shot work was impeccable. I’ve never seen a pokemon able to bandage with it was well as you do. I hope you got this all on tape for the nursing academy?” Chansey turned toward the Machop.
“Yep,” they said. “We paid special attention to the application of the salve with his tail. He didn’t miss a single bit of her burned skin.”
“And how are you feeling, miss?” Chansey asked the Caterpie.
“So much better. And Ron was so nice to me too.” She gushed adoringly. “Hey, maybe when I get better, you can come over to my place and I can properly thank you.” She winked.