[If you're wondering, yes this is a sequel. Kinda. You see, it's more like a reaction than a continuation. Just read it, you'll understand.]
[The pictures included are a sort of visualization of the story. They will only truly make sense if you read the story, then look at the pictures.]
[This is in english, for two reasons. Partly because the person telling this speaks english, but mainly because this is being written while one of my friends screams about being killed as a healer in Overwatch. I literally don't have the patience to translate this to spanish.]
[Anyway, this gets kinda brutal by my standards. Not sure if this qualifies as BDSM, since it's mainly just a bunch of dominance showcasing.]
[As always, feedback is appreciated! I can't stress this enough. I can't improve if you don't tell me what needs improvement, so tell me!]
[Anyway, enough with these brackets. On to the story.]
[This last bracket exists to tell you there are no more brackets after this point. Proceed without fear of these monsters invading your time on this story.]

This...isn't gonna be easy to talk about. You see, a couple days ago, some friends (one of them was Bulbasaur) and I went out camping. In the middle of the night, I got up and went to...take care of some business. For no reason whatsoever, Bulbasaur comes out of nowhere, in the middle of what I was doing, and grabs my...erm...we'll call it "spout" for now. He said some stuff in spanish, then pinned me on the ground and started urinating in my mouth. For no reason. Yeah, it was one of those nights. The ones you want to forget. But, don't worry, I got him back.

After that..."episode", I (obviously) tried to clean myself up a bit. I mean, walking back into camp smelling like a urinal wouldn't exactly be a conversation anyone would want to have. While I was trying to get rid of that godawful smell, I had plenty of time to decide how I could get even with him. I had a few ideas, one of which was simply beating him up. I eventually decided upon a solution where I could give him a taste of his own medicide. Th-That's a pun...you'll see why when we get to that part.

A couple nights later, I made sure to do my best to mock up the initial scene, things like needing to go, time of day, etc., except this time I took a water bottle with me. I dug one of my claws into the cap, forming a small hole that I would use later. I then, again like last time, started walking into the forest. I even subtly woke up Bulbasaur to encourage him to try his move again, which surprisingly worked.  He followed me out into the forest.  I knew when he would try and make his move, hence the water bottle. I started, literally, watering a tree to coax him over, again trying to make it look natural, which included me putting my wings up around me like a pseudo-wall. And, he fell for it. He tried to do exactly what he did last time, only this time approaching on the right instead of the left, and without saying anything. As soon as his vine was visible, I threw the water bottle into a bush to my left, then grabbed the vine and yanked him into the little area I had made with my wings. I swear, at that moment his heart stopped beating for a few seconds.

I didn't say anything, mainly because what would I say? He doesn't understand english, so body language is the only common ground I have. I looked him dead in the eyes, then unsheathed my..."spout". He, understandably, tried to back away from it. I grabbed his head (the one on his shoulders) and pulled him back towards it. This went on for a minute, until he finally realised he wasn't winning this, and reluctantly opened his mouth. But I didn't even get to put my plan into action before he started...what can only be described as sucking me. His head went back and forth smoothly, his teeth very gently making contact, and it felt strangely satisfying. I kept thinking, what is this guy doing? And why does it feel so good? There's no reason for him to do this... but on and on and on he went. He started moving faster, with something starting to make squishing sounds. I assumed it was just his saliva, since when I looked down thats what was covering my...yeah. His eyes were closed, making him look disgusted with what he was doing. I mean, can you blame him? Anyway, the feeling got more concentrated when he was actually moving, which was becoming more and more frequent. I grabbed his head (again, the one on his shoulders) to make sure he kept doing what he was doing. It felt so good, and I didn't think it would end. My neck started to bend downwards, towards him. I felt something accumulating in my..."area". Something was gonna come out, I just didn't know what. Back and forth, getting faster and faster, the feeling growing greater and great, until;

I threw my head (THE ONE ON MY SHOULDERS) upwards and roared in a fiery pleasure. My right foot stomped the ground twice as...something filled Bulbasaur's mouth in short, sharp bursts. My pelvis area moved slightly forward in rhythm with these bursts. All of this happened involuntary, in the span of 10-15 seconds, leaving me exhaustedly delighted. As I relaxed, I saw something white drip out of Bulbasaur's mouth, falling to the grass, and making a faint splat sound. He swallowed...whatever had filled his mouth in one loud gulp, then started to slide his mouth off my "member". I kept him on, and looked him in the eyes again. He knew I wasn't done, proven mainly by his sharp exhale through his nostrils, which I felt on my...I-im running out of metaphors. I closed my eyes and relaxed, trying to convince myself it was ok to do what I had actually planned to do. If there's one thing I can't do, it's "go" in front of someone, let alone on someone. After what felt like an eternity of awkward silence, I finally coaxed my "spout" to start pouring. Urine began to fill Bulbasaur's mouth.

Bulbasaur almost immediately sliding off my "member", and spitting my urine out onto the grass. I, of course, stopped the stream and grabbed his head (THE ONE-ah, forget it), turned around, pinned him to the tree, and started hosing him down. I aimed for his head, then slowly worked my way down to his hind legs. The sound wasn't much different from going on the dirt, which  I lowered my aim to check my work, like a graffiti artist checking his street-art. He had a faint yellow tint, with urine dripping from his toes. He smelled worse than what he made me smell like, and I had done all that before emptying half of my tank onto him. I dropped him to the ground, where I had readjusted my aim to. I had completely let go of him, but he didn't run. So, I kept covering his body. I had eventually decided to keep my aim focused around his mouth, since he hadn't really tasted any of it yet. A solid thirty seconds passed before my stream began to falter, slowly moving from his head, down his body, and onto the grass in front of me. He stood up, nodded at me, then walked away. I sat down at the base of the tree, still wet from what I had done, and tried to figure out what he did, in terms of that first part. I went to bed, still thinking about it, and even now I'm not sure what he did or why it felt so good. I mean, I wouldn't want to repeat it, since his teeth weren't a great feeling on my "spout", but... i'm really not sure what to make of that.