﻿Author: J.C. Solis
A Frog who Took it Too Far

    Sariah was in her pajamas, with Razor cuddled right next to her. They were both watching porn from Sariah's laptop, a typical human pair doing it in a missionary position. The two have been "researching" different positions and means of foreplay to try out during their sex sessions, with very interesting and definitely delightful results.
    
    But in truth, the heavy stamina duo weren't romping as much as before. The sex was great, but both--especially Sariah--felt there needed to be more romance and non-sexual activity between them. The two spent more time cuddling and doing outdoor activities that weren't sexual. To Sariah, it felt nice to form a normal relationship; going for long walks, battling with Camilla and Jason, and even going to the poke-parks.
    
    With Spring now finally cutting winter to a close, the flowers bloomed into vast meadows, and with it a new season of fun and excitement. And love...
    
    Sariah and Razor woke up the following morning, feeling so contentful, rested and... sticky?
    
    And so was their bedsheets, and more damning, their crotches.
    
    "Damn, what the hell did we do last night? I don't remember a thing!" said Razor.
    
    "All I remember is that we were watching porn, and then we were acting like as though we were pornstars," recalled Sariah. "*sigh* I guess I need to buy new bedsheets... again. Let's take a shower and wipe wipe ourselves clean. I feel gross with my crotch like this. "
    
    "You're right. Let's shower. We can then move on with our day afterwards."
    
    "BUT just showering," stated Sariah. "Nothing else."
    
    "Of course! Gre heh heh."
    
    And after the serious shower, they dried themselves with towels and Sariah put on her clothes; the usual black and grey blouse and skirt, a red fedora with a green pendant attached to it, and a tote bag, as well as some white sneakers. The two had breakfast, and then they were out the door. 
    
    "Where do you wan to go?" said Razor as Sariah looked the house.
    
    "Let's got to the Poke-park," suggested Sariah. "It's been a long while since we've both been there."
    
    "The Poke-park?" said Razor. "Why?"
    
    "Oh come on, Razor. It's been so long since we've last been there. I jut want to breathe in the fresh air and just unwind."
    
    "If you say so," grumbled Razor, still a bit apprehensive about going. 
    
    The two headed to the Poke-park that was across the street, and it was already full of people and pokemon. There were children and small pokemon on the swing sets and on the jungle gym, with either parents or Nanny Pokemon watching over the youngsters as they all went and buzzed all over the park.
    
    Razor and Sariah sat on top of a large rock with a horn in its front, and got a good view of everything that was happening. The air was crisp, the children were all playing, and today was starting to look like a good day in general.
    
    "Aaah, today is beautiful day, isn't it, Razor?" said Sariah happily as she stretched her arms out.
    
    "I guess," said Razor as he too stretched out his arms. "Honestly, I just want to go back home. I'd rather be doing... certain other things."
    
    "Razor," commented Sariah, "We promised each other that we'd try something different today. We can't romp all the time. We need time to relax and unwind and do things that are more, you know... wholesome."
    
    "Whatever," said Razor as he stretched his arms and wrapped his right arm around Sariah. "There's nothing fun to do around this boring place. The Poke-park is for little human kids and young pokemon, not a fully grown adult Greninja like me."
    
    "I remember you and I loved to play here at the Poke-park when you were just a Froakie and I was a little girl," noted Sariah.
    
    "But that was back then. Now I want to try more... adult activities," he said in a sultry voice. "How about we head to the bushes behind us. We can-"
    
    "-Keep your poke-cock from poking out, Razor," silenced Sariah. "I thought we agreed to try... you know... more ordinary activities."
    
    "Boooriiiing," said Razor.
    
    "How about you push me on the swings, then? At least we can do something that will take our minds off of sex for a while."
    
    "Fine," said the ninja frog as he stretched his arms. "I was tired from sitting on this hard-ass rock, anyways."
    
    "I'm a Pokemon, Dumbass!" said the rock the two were sitting on. 
    
    Low and behold, the rock shook to reveal it to be a rhyhorn. "Sorry," said Sariah as she and Razor hopped off the pokemon's back. "We didn't mean to sit on top of you."
    
    "It's alright, bub. It happens," said the Rhyhorn understandingly as it looked at Sariah. "And next time, watch out before you use a pokemon as a bench," glared the Rhyhorn at Razor before it walked away.
    
    The two went over to the swing sets, with children already swinging and pushed by their pokemon. One was a a little girl being pushed slowly by a Blissey, an older boy was being pushed by a Gengar, and the last one was a younger girl who was being pushed by a Gardevoir.
    
    There was one swing remaining, and Sariah quickly sat on it very giddily. "Come on! Push me, Razor!"
    
    "Can that swing withstand your weight?" jeered Razor.
    
    "What're you trying to say, hmm!?" with Sariah giving Razor the stink eye.
    
    "Oh, nothing. Just that this swing is for children, and may not be safe for adults to swing on, gre heh heh,"
    
    "Just push me, Froggy," growled Sariah. 
    
    And so, Razor pushed Sariah forwards, and whenever she came back to him, he pushed her harder. After a few more pushes, Sariah was happily giggling as she tried to use her own weight to swing on it to even higher. At the peak of the last swing, she let go of the swing and was launched high into the air, did a little somersault, and landed on two feet.
    
    The children who were on the swings were overjoyed at what they saw. "Wow! I wanna do that!" said one child.
    
    "Me too!"
    
    "Don't try to do what I just did, kids," said Sariah with a wink and smile. "You could get  seriously hurt by doing this."
    
    "I agree," said Razor. "Don't try this at home, kids."
    
    "Oh my," said the Blissey. "That was quite the acrobatics!"
    
    "Show off," said the Gengar. 
    
    "Isn't your trainer a bit too old to be swinging on a swing set?" chided the Gardevoir.
    
    Razor could only slap his head. "That's what I was saying."
    
    Sariah blushed a bit from the three opinions, and was sort of embarrassed by what the Gardevoir said. "I'm guessing you don't want to try to use the swing?"
    
    "No way, for Arceus' sakes! Let's just get out of here and go somewhere else." Said the greninja as he went for the park's exit. So Sariah and Razor left the poke-park with the good-byes of the children following them out, and went toward the town's main boulevard.
    
    Pineside Boulevard was where most of the restaurants, bars and social lounges of town were at. People and Pokemon strolled around the sidewalk as bikers passed by on the bicycle lane, which was safely away from the main car lanes.
    
    Many trainers strolled on the streets, and many were itching for battling: Martial Arts Fighters and their fighting types, Mystics and Hex Maniacs with their ghost, psychic and dark types, Hikers and Mountaineers with their rock and ground types, to Ace Trainers who had great skill in battle with their varied pokemon.
    
    The two passed by many shops and high-rise condos and apartments, but one store in particular caught Razor's attention.
    
    "Hey. Check out that store, Sariah," he said, pointing it to his trainer to look at. A large neon sign that said 'Zazzy and Co.'s Intimate Pleasure Shop' was hung in front of a shaded black window, the shop itself being the town's only and highly successful sex shop.
    
    "That place?" said Sariah. "I see it quite often on my way to school or work."
    
    "Let's go inside," said a curious Razor.
    
    Sariah blushed heavily. "There?" she said hesitantly. "Even though I pass by that place often, I never grew the nerve to take even a peak inside. Only very perverted folks enter and come out with their toys and stuff."
    
    "Well, we aren't necessarily innocent folk ourselves, My dear Sweet and Perverted Trainer," he said as he hugged her from behind.
    
    *Giggle* "Fine then, you pervy, silly froggy," she said as she hugged his head. "Let's go inside."
    
    The two went across the street, watching for cyclists and cars as they crossed. But Sariah was a bit nervous at entering the place. Sariah and Razor were far from being innocent, but this place seemed to Sariah like a place that was too flamboyant--and too kinky--for her tastes. Razor went and opened the door, and being the Gentleman Frog he was, allowed Sariah to be the first to step in and take the first look.
    
    Right off the bat-
    
    "*Squawk* Customers, Zazzy! Customers! *Squawk*" said a Chatot on a purch atop of Sariah's head.
    
    "Yipe!!!" Sariah cringed, having been taken by surprise by the bird pokemon. 
    
    An ebony skinned, curvy and buxom lady, who appeared to be wearing a multi-colored latex catsuit and mask, walked out to the front to greet the two.
    
    "Well, hello there, you two," she said in a sultry and voluptuous voice. "Just coming to gawk at our... fabulous wares? Did the sign outside catch your attention, hmm?"
    
    "Umm... maybe," Sariah blushed. "My name is Sariah, and this is my partner, Razor."
    
    "Gre. Grenin." 'Nice to meet you,' said Razor.
    
    "Well, nice to see some young and healthy folks come in."
    
    "Zazzy! Show em' the good stuff. *Squawk*" said the Chatot.
    
    "In a moment, my dear sweet Polly," she said to the parrot pokemon. "First let's see if our guests have the mettle to even look at what we offer... let alone purchase some of our wares."
    
    Sariah immediately turned into a bright red cherri berry, all to Razor's laughter. "This shop is nice, Sariah. Are you too innocent or chicken to check out what they have?"
    
    "No. From what I can tell, both of ya'll ain't all that innocent, even with the heavy blushing, Ms. Red Cheeks," said Zazzy.
    
    Sariah and Razor both were startled. "You understand me?" asked Razor.
    
    "Loud and clear, froggy legs," said Zazzy. "I'm guessing I'm not the only one in this town who has perhaps delved into some taboo pokephilia."
    
    "Wow. Your the fifth person we met who are pokephiles. Who was your pokemon partner, may I ask?" said Sariah.
    
    "Me," said a metallic voice as a looming shadow came into the light; a Bisharp with a deadly sharp body came out. "Well, looks like we aren't the only ones who were given Arceus' blessing, then, eh Susanna?"
    
    "Susanna is the name we use when we're at home or having more... formal business to attend to, Axel sugar. While in here, that name don't exist. Here, my name is Zazzy: the Dark Type Lover and Sex Queen of town!"
    
    "Wait. You're name wouldn't happen to be Susanna Blakely, right?" said Sariah excitedly. "THE Susanna Blakely, the eighth and final gym leader before a trainer could enter the Pokemon League?"
    
    "Hush, child," said Susanna, and both Sariah and Razor were still and silenced. "Yeah, that was me. But that was a lifetime ago. I love pokemon, you see, and I still do to this day. And that love, over time, just grew and grew. Wasn't long before I was blowing dark type cock as well as challengers away. But keeping the secret and running a gym grew tiresome. Almost got caught a few times, too. So I decided to resign my position as gym leader.
    
    Nowadays, I'm helping people discover newer and newer heights of pleasure, if not with their pokemon, than with their human partner or spouse. My satisfaction comes when people experience intercourse in ways and in heights never before felt or lived. Now, my pokephiliac lovers, I'll give you a full tour of our shop, and maybe send you home with some new... toys you can play with, and maybe try them out on each other."
    
    "Um..." said Sariah, still highly unsure of what to do. But when she turned around and saw that Razor too had red cheeks, she then made her decision. "Mostly definitely, Ms. Zazzy."
    
    "You heard her, Axel. Let's Zazzify these two up!"
    
    "Believe me, you two, you will not be walking out of this store without purchasing so much as a dildo," said the Dark and Steel type.
    
    And so, Ms. Zazzy and Axel showed the two around the shop, and the two pokephiles were inundated with a bunch of items and outfits. From dildos and vibrators to penis squeezing rings and special warming lubricants, the shop had plenty to offer for a quick orgasm to occur. The outfits too were incredible; some had holes in their crotch area so the male could stick out his rod and the gal can have all holes ready for said rod. 
    
    But upon reaching the latex isle was where the two's curiosity was heavily peaked.
    
    "I see you two oogling at this stuff with approval," said Ms. Zazzy. "May I ask, how long have you two been grinding?"
    
    "Well, ever since the beginning of fall, if I remember correctly," said Sariah.
    
    "And I've been fucking her brains out ever since then," said Razor with a snicker. "But recently, we've been looking for other forms of pleasure besides sex. But when we came across this store, and-"
    
    Razor was stopped mid sentence when his eyes gawked at a special rigging system next to the latex. 
    
    He walked right over to it, and played with the pulleies and wires.
    
    "I see we have someone who likes our more hardcore merchandise," chuckled Zazzy.
    
    "You like it, Razor?" said Sariah, now completely blush free.
    
    "Like it? It's love at first sight!" Razor smiled. 
    
    Sariah looked at it and found it interesting, too. The two had seen some BDSM videos back at home, and the two had discussed them trying it out... but of course, with Razor being the dominant sadist.
    
    But a slight tingle of un-eaze went down Sariah's spine. An old and forgotten memory was surfacing, one that she had hid in the deepest corners of her mind and had long been forgotten.
    
    "I never would've figured that you'd be into BDSM, Razor honey," said Zazzy. "But this mechanism is for the pros. I don't know how you two will handle a -"
    
    "WE'LL TAKE IT!" the two said simultaneously.
    
    Susanna and Axel were caught off guard by the two's enthusiasm. But, being experts, they knew that the two may be going in way over their heads.
    
    "I like you guys' enthusiasm, Sariah and Razor. But this is no toy," said Axel. "Only really hardcore and strong-hearted people use this type of stuff. And the sense of trust between you two must be really tight and close knit. A dominator or controller can easily go overboard and harm the other, the submissive."
    
    But Sariah took a stand and challenged Axel. "I understand the risks, Mr. Axel. But I've trusted Razor with my body's safety before, and he has yet to harm me intentionally."
    
    Zazzy smiled as she scratched her chin. "Well alright then, you two. We'll sell it to you. I'll also throw in two suits free with this purchase, complementary to buying this rig of, course, hmm hmm. Anything else you two want?"
    
    Razor couldn't believe that this was happening. He now had a BDSM Pulley Rig, and so many ideas flushed around in his head as to what he could do. If he felt any more evil and sinister, he'd let out a cackle. But, looking around the store, he figured there were some extra things that could be... useful.
    
    "I think we can use a few more things," said Razor...
    
    
    
    "I think this is the last bolt and... got it!" said Axel as he finished setting the Pulley Rigging System to the last strut. The sturdy lightweight steel beams were all set. 
    
    Zazzy, now in regular clothes and showing her full face and ebony hair, gave one final inspection before smiling brightly at Sariah and Razor. "I hope you two have a lot of fun with this thing," she said. "But be careful. You could easily choke from the ropes if you're not careful. And try not to start off too hard. This is your guys' first time, after all."
    
    "We'll be careful," said Sariah.
    
    And so, Zazzy and Axel left the house, leaving Sariah alone with Razor. The two looked at each other, and both had a wry smile on their faces.
    
    "What would you like to do now, Razor?" said Sariah.
    
    "Fuck your brains out, that's what I'm gonna do," and then Razor picked up Sariah off the floor, much to Sariah's giggling.
    
    They first went to the bedroom, to get changed into the latex suits that Zazzy had given them on the house. When they were both ready, they went to the guest room of the house, where the Body rig was set up. 
    
    Sariah looked at Razor, and Razor looked at her. "How do I look?" asked Sariah.
    
    Sariah wore black latex body suit and mask, her hair coming out from behind the mask. She was completely wrapped in latex, with only her breasts, crotch and ass exposed. Razor just wore black latex shorts that were surprisingly comfortable, as well as a strip mask that only covered around his frog eye's and was tied around the back of his head.
    
    "My my. You look very enticing, Sariah," said Razor pleasely. "And tempting."
    
    "You too, Razor," replied Sariah. "Oh, I can't wait any longer. Let's use it already."
    
    "Wait a minute," said Razor. "We need to come up with a safe word. That way, I can know when to stop when you really want me to. We've never done anything like this, so let's be cautious about it," he said.
    
    Sariah was taken aback. Razor was usually gung-ho and itching to start whenever it came to sex. But Sariah knew he was right. This was the first time they had tried this type of sex. And though while it was exciting, Sariah still felt a growing anxiety in her heart. She felt the same memory as yesterday, but she still couldn't remember why she felt this way. 
    
    Her subconscious was telling her something, but she coudn't decipher what was the warning.
    
    "How about 'My Lover'?" said Sariah. "That way I can say, 'Stop, My Lover' when I feel that I'm getting too out of it."
    
    "Interesting," said Razor. "I agree. We'll use that as our safe word." Then Razor quickly came up to Sariah and hugged her passionately. "And no matter what, just say those words and I'll stop. The last thing I want is for you to get hurt, and much less, traumatized."
    
    Sariah kissed him on his tongue, and kept kissing for a good while. "I trust you, Froggy."
    
    So Sariah stepped to the riggings and Razor began to tied her up.
    
    He first tied her by her shoulders and mid-section, allowing her abdomen to go off the ground. Then he put a support band at just above her waist to keep her from putting too much stress on her shoulders. Then came the shoulders and finally came the legs. He opened them wide, Sariah's sex openly visible to the Ninja Frog. 
    
    Sariah was face up and body up, which would serve well for wha Razor had planned.
    
    "Let's make things a little more interesting," he said as he went up to Sariah with a blindfold.
    
    "Oh boy." Sariah now grew nervous. 
    
    "It's okay, Sariah. You can trust me," assured Razor as he tied it to her head, bending down and giving her a reassuring kiss. "Now, the fun can begin."
    
    Sariah soon felt something wet and sticky lap up her clit, and the fact that she was blindfolded made the experience all the more heightened. Suddenly she felt something placed above her clit as the lapping continued. 
    
    Suddenly, Sariah gasped as she felt the item vibrate and cause her even more pleasure.
    
    Razor relished the fact that he was subjecting his will onto his helpless trainer. His tongue did a good job of lapping up Sariah's pheromonal juices, which only heightened his own confidence and drive. The vibrator only continued to allow more to flow, and Razor was getting drunk on a pleasuring high.
    
    But then, before Sariah could relish even further from his pussy play, Razor stopped, much to Sariah's dismay.
    
    She then felt her head lowered by the pullies, and something pheromonal was placed in front of her face. "Maybe, perhaps, you can open that little mouth of yours for me to... give you a drink."
    
    "Of course," said Sariah as she opened her mouth wide, and was soon stuffed with Razor's cock. But, though initially she was gagging, Sariah used her lips and tongue to lick it as it slowly went in and out of her throat. She could already taste the pre-cum that was already coming out of Razor's cock, and the frog semen tasted delicious... well, to her at least.
    
    This would continue on for several minutes, until Razor felt he was ready to explode due her delicate tongue play. "Want me to come in your mouth? I'm getting close."
    
    Sariah could only manage to say "Uh huh" because of her cock gag. 
    
    Razor then pulled out but remained inside Sariah's mouth, and soon a jet of delicious, sticky cum filed Sariah's mouth. She did all she could to swallow it all down her esophagus and into her stomach. From what she remembered from a dirty magazine, cum was very nutritious.
    
    "I only let some of my cum flow into your mouth, Sariah," said Razor with intent. "This next time, I'm going to do a little bit of foreplay. Wouldn't you like that, Sariah my sweet?"
    
    Once again, Sariah answered with a "Uh huh" and waited for what Razor would do next.
    
    Soon, she felt webbed hands touching her boobs, and it felt so-
    
    -Suddenly, Sariah felt the same memory that bothered her coming closer to the light... and from what her memory told her, it was a horrendous one. But she was too turned on to focus on that. She still had a cock to lick. And Razor still had tits to grope and mess with.
    
    Razor then made circular motions with his hands just around Sariah's nipples, which sent even more signals of pleasure to Sariah's brain. It only caused her to lick Razor's cock more thoroughly. The two went at it, with Razor suckling on Sariah's breasts while she has had her throat fucked and with more cum coming in the way for her to drink. She never felt so enthralled into their sex session as before, with her hoping to drink more delicious and sticky white fluid to drink.
    
    Suddenly, she felt the vibrator on her clit, once again overwhelming her other senses. Razor was throat-fucking her, licking and stimulating her tits, all while he extend his arm to put the vibrator not just on her clit, but inserted it to the inside of her pussy as well. Sariah, of course, could only gasp and moan even harder. She felt she couldn't take it any longer, otherwise she'd explode.
    
    But Razor caught on to this, and remove the vibrator and let go of her breast, only to grab Sariah by the head and throat fuck her with a passion. "Here comes the second helping," said Razor in a strained voice.
    
    And once again, Razor exploded into Sariah's mouth, with sperm filled bodily fluid being consumed and went down her throat again. He removed his cock from her mouth, and a slight squirt of semen fell on Sariah's face.
    
    "Oops. That was supposed to go into your mouth," said Razor. He wiped the cum spill from Sariah's face and put the cum on his hand to Sariah's mouth, saying "Open wide", followed by her opening her mouth so that she can lick Razor's hands.
    
    "Delicious," said Sariah. "I'm starting to get addicted to the taste of greninja cum."
    
    "Well, no more for you," said Razor. "Let us change perspective a bit."
    
    Suddenly, Razor grabbed the rig, which had a turning mechanism to turn the rack, along with Sairah, upside-down. And so he swung Sariah so that her mouth and head were pointing downwards, with her pussy and ass high in the air. 
    
    "That's better."
    
    *smack* "Ow!" said Sariah to Razor using a spanking whip. *smack* "Agh."
    
    "You know what, your yelps of pain are a turn-off. I know just the thing to silence that."
    
    He went into the bags they got from the sex store and pulled out a yellow gag. He was was just about to tie it around Sariah's head when she said "Wait, Razor-" but by then the gag covered her mouth, making speech an impossibility.
    
    Razor was getting bolder, and apparently he forgot Zazzy's warning about being careful not to harm his submissive. 
    
    *smack* And all Sariah could do was grunt her pain. The whip lashes were painful, but not brutal. 
    
    Yet the memory that Sariah had hidden away from her life was now clear, and the memory that came overwhelmed every bit of pleasure she had in her mind. Passion was dismayed. Love became hate. Confidence turned into fear. And her current fantasy with Razor turned into a nightmare... one, she thought, had banished from her mind and left for good.
    
    ...She remembered when she was a child and was molested by her step-father, Jethro...
    
    Sariah went from being completely pleasured to freaked and exasperated. She wanted to tell Razor what she remembered, and tell him that she no longer felt comfortable doing this sex session anymore. But the gag prevented her from telling her. Her arms and legs were restrained, so making movements was all but impossible.
    
    "Let's see about some butt play eh?" said Razor, giving one more whiplash to Sariah's butt. 
    
    Suddenly, she felt something entering her anus, but by how hard it felt, it wasn't Razor's cock. And she also felt a warm sensation coming from the warming lubricant that made it easier to slide it in and out.
    
    Then she felt something entering just the entrance of her vagina but pulled out, and then it went back to entering, but pulled out.
    
    "Oh, I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am, Sariah," said Razor, who then, in one quick and brutal motion, slid his entire ribbed and warmth lubricated cock into her, and reaching the entrance of her womb. Sariah was shocked to feel this, and a massive jolt of vaginal exertion send her mind running wild. But the memory of her childhood trauma twisted the feelings of pleasure she felt.
    
    She no longer wanted Razor's cock inside her. She no longer wanted to be bound and gagged as though she was some play toy--to which she agreed to being when they started off. But Razor, unwittingly blind to his partner's growing anxiety and painful flashbacks, happily pounded her pussy as his hand slid the dildo into her ass. Sariah was now sobbing into her gag. The pain of every moment of that day felt made her feel helpless and lost now that her memory contorted the pleasure and turned it against her. She loved and hated every thrust of Razor's phallus. She wanted to forever be in this pleasure, but that very feeling brought back to memory the man who had his way with her.
    
    She couldn't stand it any longer.
    
    She, with all her might, she tried to rip her hand lose from the grips they were tied to. She finally successfully released her right arm, and removed the gag and blind fold.
    
    "Razor!" sobbed Sariah. "Please, stop!"
    
    "Not until you say the magic words, my sweet," and Razor kept pummeling her.
    
    "I don't remember it!" she said, and it was true. The memory of her step-father Jethro fondling her made all other memories inexistent. "Please, I beg you, Razor. I'm remembering Jethro and his... his..." She couldn't finish as her mind began to fill with euphoria.
    
    "That was a long time ago," said Razor, who was drunk in pleasure. "Jethro is in jail now. And, he is never coming out. The only person you have to fear from is me!"
    
    "Razor... please..." she said as her own pleasure consumed her anxiety, and it wasn't long before she felt an incoming orgasm.
    
    "I can tell you're close, my sweet Sariah," he said to her ear as her lurched forwards. "I'm getting close, too. Let's both cum together!"
    
    "Ra... zor," she could only mumble. Her thoughts and memories were now eclipsed by the height of excitement increasing in her body and mind.
    
    "Here it comes, Sariah! I hope you're ready," said Razor rabidly.
    
    And in a few seconds, the climax came, but right after Sariah finally yelled the words, "Razor, My Lover! STOP!!!"
    
    Sariah and Razor's minds were shot to the sky. Gush after powerful jet gush of pokemon sperm filled Sariah's womb, all while Sariah's vagina contracted, milking Razor's cock for all that it could give. But, surprisingly enough, the climax gave Sariah enough strength to burst her other arm's and her legs' strap to the frame, in turn damaging the frame. Her body collapsed to the floor, with her barely able to think about what to do next.
    
    Razor still felt his cock throbbing as it remained in her vagina, and a warm sense of happiness and love filled his heart. This was THE best sex that he ever had in his life!
    
    "Wow," he said giddily. "That was so awesome and intense! Sariah, I have to say that-"
    
    But Sariah didn't share his sentiments and emotions. She was wailing and sobbing her heart out as soon as she returned to Earth, and Razor was worried heavily.
    
    "What is wrong, Sariah?" He said as he approached worriedly towards her. "Was it too much for you? Come here and let me-"
    
    "Stay away from me, you monster!!!" Sariah shouted, pulling herself from Razor's inserted cock and crawling away from him.. "I... I told you... I told you so many times to stop. Stay away from me, Jethro!"
    
    "What about that scumbag?" said Razor. "Sariah. It's me, Razor. Your faithful pokemon and lover. Was it too much? We can still return this rig to Zazzy if you want."
    
    "Razor... I... I told you so many times to stop. I remembered Jethro when he tried to... tried to..." and Sariah broke gain into sobs. "Why wouldn't you stop? Why, Razor?"
    
    To Sariah, this BDSM session felt like another rape against her will. Razor didn't know this, but he should've been more careful and thoughtful of Sariah's wishes. 
    
    Razor looked at Sariah sob, and he realized just how much he erred. Axel warned him, and Sariah put her trust in him. But the greninja realized that in his drunk pleasure seeking, he broke that trust.
    
    'Oh by Arceus,' he thought. 'What have I done?' "Sariah?" he said as she sobbed on the floor. "I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you relive that memory with that shit face. I... I know you put your trust in me, that I'd keep you safe. But I didn't see you... see you... hurt." He said that last word with a sob of his own. "Please, Sariah... Forgive me..."
    
    Sariah took one look at Razor and saw the tears shed from his eyes, his hunched over and saddened face, and his hard breathing. She stopped her own crying and crawled on all fours toward him. "Razor?" she said as she got closer. "Razor? Please don't cry." 
    
    "Zazzy warned us, Sariah. She and Axel told us this machine was dangerous," said the greninja in a tone of voice that Sariah had never heard before. "They told me to be careful with you. You put your trust in me, and I shattered it. I put sex between us, and I hurt you."
    
    But Sariah's woes were placated by his words, and when she crawled on all fours and was over to him, she wrapped her arms around him. "I... I forgive you... Froggy," she said as she clenched onto him tight, "my cute, lovable, Froggy." And she planted a kiss right on his forehead.
    
    The two looked at each other's eyes: Razor's sky blue eyes to Sariah's emeralds. 
    
    The two remained on the floor and cuddled, with the drawn out memory from Sariah's childhood finally leaving her mind.
    
    "Perhaps we've been having way too much sex," she said. "I believe we may be going overboard and having too many romps."
    
    "You don't really mean that, do you?" said Razor skeptically.
    
    "Well can I least try to make our relationship more wholesome and less sexual?" chided Sariah. "But that's not the point. We've been together since childhood, and now we evolved and became lovers. I can't imagine life without you Razor."
    
    Razor looked at her with open eyes, but those eyes began to turn mischievous. Immediately, Razor Jumped on top of her and put his tongue against her lips to kiss, and Sariah did just that. It was all felt alike how they originally started having sex together. And the two were embraced in a love hold that only further strengthened their bond.
    
    They then looke at the rig and how badly damaged it was. They knew that they had to call Zazzy and Axel to come and fix this, but neither one felt too enthusiastic about it.
    
    "Boy, was this one wild ride," said Sariah.
    
    "You tell me," he then took a look at the rigging platform, only to find it in ruins. "Do we still have that warranty with the company that make these things?"
    
    "I'm pretty sure we can hire Axel to fix it. Though, to be honest, I've had enough bondage for one day," said Sariah. "And to add even more, let's get out of these freak latex suits. I just want to cuddle in bed right now."
    
    "Just cuddle?"
    
    "Just cuddle. No sex. No foreplay. No whining and complaining. Let's go."
    
    And so, Sariah and Razor striped out of their latex suits and Sariah put on her Pajamas. They went for bed, in the usual spooning position, and covered themselves in fresh, cum free bed sheets. 
    
    In honesty, both of them were scared to tell Zazzy and Axel what had occured today, and Razor would be sure to get the brunt of the berating for being so careless with her. But, at least Sariah found the warranty to get the Bondage-Rig up and running, free of cost.
    
    The following days would be sex-free for the two. They learned to truly value each other's emotions and feelings. In truth, sex was just a fun activity, but True Love is beyond sexual desire. It is emotion of the heart and mind, when emotion and logic combined to form wisdom and knowledge.
    
    Sariah and Razor formed a more wholesome relationship, and although they still romped every now and then, the two were no longer bound just by perverted genital passion, but heartwarming, and always pure, Love...
