ForTheSmut

Flurries of snow brush past your face as your Dragonite soars faster, your right hand holding its neck, the left awkwardly grasping onto the mail bag. You were a girl who worked for Fearow's Mail Company, a rather popular mail service. You had abandoned your dream of becoming champion to gain a stable job and earn income. Lost in your thoughts, you hadn't noticed your Dragonite letting out a roar, to signal that someone was there. You suddenly snap out and hold tightly onto its neck as the person nears, its silhouette getting clearer. Your breaths were harsh and short as you commanded Dragonite to go down. You couldn't let someone kidnap or