A/N: Greetings fellow yaoishippers and beautiful people! I am going a little outside of my comfort zone with this story. I am going to be doing a PMD-style Adventure/Romance! Absolutely NO humans in this one! This story was a request from Qualske98, and includes his 'Sona, Qualske the Quilava.
Any comments directly associated with the 'sona need to remain friendly, as it is a 'sona, not a typical pokemon. Any and all fires will be extinguished without hesitation! You have been warned!
Unlike my other works, this one will be much longer than 3 chapters. I ask for patience as far as wanting to see the story completed. I work 40+ hours a week so I am limited in when I am able to upload or update.
Now, without further adieu, here is "PMD: The Alolan Invasion!"
Qualske the Quilava is the property of Quakske98.
Pokemon is a registered trademark of Gamefreak and Nintendo. I own neither of these!
The skies around Melemele Island were tranquil and serene, a pair of Wingull flapping their large wings serving as the only disruption to the calm, almost zen-like atmosphere of the surrounding area. Down on the ground, two Yungoos were searching for a suitable place to build a nest.
Spring had finally arrived on the island and, along with the changing of the leaves, the time was ripe for pokemon of all types and varieties to settle down with a mate and begin the process of procreation anew. This is what was always considered to have been the natural balance. With no sign of the human beings, of which ancient prophecy foretold, the inhabitants of the four islands that encompassed Alola would be able to focus on their day-to-day lives, without fear of the humans and their circular spheres.
For one particular group of pokemon, the return of Spring also meant a return to accepting the many gracious offerings give to them by both the wild pokemon and nature itself. One of these pokemon, with its yellow body, layered with tribal markings of various shapes and sizes, spiked mane of orange fur rising from its scalp and eyes so fierce they could penetrate the surface of the earth itself, had just finished its meditation at the Ruins of Conflict. Though named after a battle which was waged hundreds of years prior, there had been no need for alarm on the peaceful island of Melemele. The gentle lap of the seawater along the eastern shore held no malevolence whatsoever.
These were peaceful times in Alola and, the Spirits willing, it would continue for generations to come...
'The incense is most pleasant today. The Pikipek and Yungoos went above and beyond what I had hoped-'
The Guardian Deity of Melemele Island, known as Tapu Koko, picked up a faint trace of impurity emerging from within the pillar of burning incense. With claws at the ready, as well as a lethal dose of electricity ready to fly, the Spirit Guardian waited for the unseen threat to make the first move.
T-A-A-A-A-A-P-U-U-U-U-U~
"REVEAL YOURSELF, FOUL CREATURE! YOU HAVE ENTERED THE SACRED DOMAIN OF TAPU KOKO!"
T-A-A-A-A-A-P-U-U-U-U-U...D-I-I-I-I-E~
...Sometimes it seems the hand of fate cares little of our world...
It was incredibly warm...
Black fur, touched with the faintest amount of sun, began to stand on end as a most pleasant tingling sensation was originating from his balls.
"Is...Is this another dream?"
The mumbled gibberish of Quilava was overshadowed only by the warm, wet mass of flesh currently washing his sensitive balls with tender, affectionate laps and swirls. Whatever it was producing these amazing vibrations in his ballsack could stay there forever, as far as he was concerned.
"Mmmm~ *chu* Come on, lover boy~ I want to see you fully erect sometime tonight~"
The culprit, a most sinful Glaceon, wiggled his wide, delicious hips side to side while absolutely drenching Quilavas' nuts with his saliva. He had started doing this only two days after they had agreed to share a nest. Glaceon was always the eager one of the pair, disregarding the potentially ruinous consequences his sharing a nest with Quilava, who was the same gender as him, could turn out to be.
In Alola it was established ethical code that a nest, used to house two pokemon and a few of their offspring, was to be shared by only mating partners who comprised one male and one female. Two pokemon sharing the same nest, as well as the same gender, was incredibly taboo and, of caught, would result in banishment from any pokemon village, as well as banishment from any other potential nest.
In essence, those caught committing homosexual acts in Alola were branded as outcasts, shunned from society for the remainder of their days. None that had ever been banished ever managed to change the minds of the Tapus, the Guardian Deities charged with blessing the island they inhabited, and meeting out divine punishment on those who broke the Island code.
Despite knowing this, Glaceon had been dead-set on doing this with Quilava. The aroma of pure masculinity coming off of his childhood best friend, unlike any other scent, made Glaceon weak in the knees. It was the scent of a true alpha male, one that would claim what was rightfully his at any given moment. Glaceon wanted to be his alpha males' bitch, to be mounted and bred like any obedient mate should for their king.
Taking one of Quilavas' orange-and-cream colored testes out from his mouth, Glaceon began stroking up and down the meaty, vein-kissed base of his best friends yummy cock. The boy was just so thick! It was enough to drive Glaceon mad with lust for the tool between those sturdy legs. Finally sensing his morning tongue-bath and cleaning was creating the desired effects, Glaceon took his friends other ball out from his mouth before leaning up to lovingly kiss the darker, bulbous crown. The adorable twitch the lip-lock generated only made Glaceon giggle and sigh with unrestrained lust.
He could outdo any female in the village, scratch that, ANY village! He had a killer ass, big and blue, with just the perfect amount of jiggle to it, and a tailhole so incineratingly hot it would feel like he was melting your dick off.
"Well, someone is happy to see little ol' me~" Glaceons' seductive greeting was only the beginning of Quilavas' crazy morning, the Eeveelution wrapping his sultry, pouty blue lips around his friends throbbing spire of mating meat, probing the narrow openingwith his tongue. The effect was nearly instant. Glaceon body, though cold on the outside, was deceptively warm, though the only ones to ever experience that would be its mate.
Right now, Glaceon had only one pokemon in mind as far as a potential mate was concerned. He was thrashing his cute, yet, toned body to and fro from the amazing mouth of his best friend.
'Mmm~ look at your naughty mate making love to your big dick, Quily~ I wanna see the look on your face when you awaken to see me deepthroating this beast.' Glaceon a thoughts, while technically only known t himself, was almost certainly having an effect on Quilava, his length reaching its full potential at just over six inches in length. Glaceon began slobbering all over Quilavas' cock, his eyes, if they could have formed shapes, would look like pulsating hearts at this point.
Deeper and deeper those sinfully hungry lips went on his friends dick, finally tasting the first batch of his gooey pre. It would be the first of many to be milked from Quilava, as Glaceon began suckling lewdly, and loudly, on the sensitive bundle of nerves located just along the outer edge of the tip. The Eeveelutions reward was an even thicker batch of precum, spurring him on to take the entire mountain of meat down his stretched gullet.
Quilava was panting feverishly loud, his stiff, pulsating mating rod gushing forth more and more precum out like a fountain. It was becoming unbearably difficult to stay asleep, which raised an interesting conundrum for the fire-type. How on earth was a dream feeling this lucid? How could his imagination put him so close to the edge he was thrusting his hips subconsciously?
More than anything else, though, why did it sound like his childhood friend speaking to him? Why was he dreaming of Glaceon in the first place? Quilava, finally, opened his eyes, purple spheres locked onto the most disturbing and, simultaneously, arousing sight he had ever seen.
Glaceon was deep throating him. His childhood friend, with which he was sharing his nest with, was nursing from his cock like some perverted slut...
Arceus above! It felt amazing!
"Mmm~ Good morning, lover boy~"
"G-Glaceon! W-What are you 'A-aahn!' doing?'"
Glaceon ignored his friends weak attempt at protesting, his taste buds on fire right now as he could taste even thicker batches of Quilavas most premium flavor beginning to pour out from the opening of his cock.
'Schlurp!' 'Chu' "Cum for me, baby~ your bitch wants his meal~"
Glaceons words dripped heavily with seduction, as did his actions. Sensing Quilava was about to erupt, he place both of his paws over his best friends ballsack and began kneading the sensitive orbs lovingly.
It was just simply far too much for the young Fire-type to handle, a veritable torrent of his creamy seed being sloshed around Glaceons hungry maw. Wanting to drink directly from the point of release, Glaceon pressed his tongue against the narrow opening to what was quickly turning into a messy pool of spunk and sex.
Quilava just kept coming and coming, how had he stored up so much semen?! How was Glaceon taking it al down like it was second nature? Why did the bulges in the Ice-Types throat turn him on so damn much?!
"Glaceon~ I...I can't...Stop~"
Glaceon was absolutely starving but, with the amount of yummy milk he just gulped down, he probs my wouldn't go hungry for at least a day and a half. An audible gulp signaled the last act of the pairs' morning lovemaking, albeit primarily one-sided.
"You're so delicious, Quily~ I might have you for breakfast every morning~"
Quilava was not amused, despite having copious amounts of sweat running down his body. The fact that his best friend, his childhood friend, had done this to him while he was sleeping made it so much worse than if it had been done in a spur-of-the-moment type deal. Quilava was not gay, at least, he never thought he was. It was true he had an attraction to the Glaceon between his legs, but it was more of a brotherly attraction. To say he wasn't enjoying the stimulation his friends mouth and tongue provided his sensitive sick, however, would be a bold-faced lie.
Truth be told, he had only agreed to let Glaceon into his nest because there were no female Quilava on Melemele Island. Well, that and it was his childhood friend, of course.
This changed everything, however. If any of the village elders or, Arceus forbid, the Tapu himself see the horribly taboo things that had happened this morning, both him and Glaceon would be outcasts. It was a prospect that did not entertain the fire-type and, though the pleasure had been amazing, he had to nip this in the bud...NOW.
"Glaceon...what the hell was that all about? Don't you realize the trouble we could get into if others spot us doing that? First of all, it isn't natural, for two males to share a nest together! I was only able to get you in because the village elders werent aware of you actually being on the island at all. Secondly, we're best friends! We're not mates, if that is what you are thinking, Glaceon!"
"Oh, spare me the coy little act you sexy piece of crumpet, that was the best blowjob you've ever had and you know it. You would be hard-pressed to find any female that could do a better job sucking cock than yours truly~"
Quilava shook his head vigorously, his black fur starting to mat from the excess ejaculate he spilled out into Glaceons mouth. He had to clean himself off of the evidence before anyone was the wiser. Unfortunately, as a fire-type, he couldn't just go to the nearby lake and jump in. Such a venture would have, literally, been suicidal for a fire-type. Without any way to gather water on his own, Quilava was forced to ask Glaceon for help.
"Hey, Glaceon? I need you to do something for me."
Glaceon, apparently thinking of something COMPLETELY different, pounced ontop of his best friend, blue tail wagging excitedly. Thinking his best friend was in the mood for sloppy seconds, Glaceon began smacking his chops and giggling playfully. Quilava, on the other hand, had business that needed tending to and, with a horny Glaceon standing in his way, he made his request as simple as possible for his friend.
"WOULD YOU STOP TRYING TO FUCK ME, GLACEON? I NEED WATER FROM THE LAKE!"
Quilava was unique in many regards, none moreso than the one currently growling at the Eeveelution. While most Quilava spouted red flames from their scalp and back area, he had flames which changed hue based on his current emotions. Most of the time he released purple flames, the same color as his eyes, and they indicated his emotions to be relatively stable. During times of incredible stress or, more specifically, boiling anger, the flames took on a much more sinister shade of black to match his fur. Quilava tried his hardest to avoid ever allowing his anger to control his actions. He absolutely hated what it made him become. More than anything else, though, was the fear that he might end up hurting Glaceon because of a particularly violent swing of emotions.
The very brief outburst, though meant to get his point across, caused black smoke to rise from Quilavas body. The flames of his rage, cloaked in the same sinister shade as his fur, served not only as intimidation but, in some cases, a boost in his combat capabilities. Sensing the imminent danger radiating from his best friend, Glaceon made a hasty retreat to the nearby lake, hoping to return and find Quilava settled down.
Glaceon, to his credit, truly loved his best friend, far more than any friend should, though. While the deepest and most perverse of his desires had culminated the first time he ever saw the Fire-type in an aroused state, Glaceon had incredibly strong feelings for his best friend. He couldnt help it that he happened to be the same gender as him, it was a choice his own body made for him. It was a choice, even now, as he pulled some dry leaves off of a nearby plant, he had no regrets making. There was only one potential pokemon he saw as a suitable life-mate and that was Quilava. Not only did the Fire-type have dominance over him in a power-struggle, he also had the most gorgeous pair of eyes the Eeveelution had ever seen. Purple, while not his favorite color, matched the final cry of the sunset, just before the darkness engulfed it. It was an incredibly romantic color, something he had always hoped his best friend would also become- incredibly romnatic.
After ten more minutes of gathering enough leaves to suit the task at-hand, Glaceon used his frosty breath to combine them into a makeshift bowl. With the hard part finished, he carefully gathered some of the lake water into the bowl, occasionally reapplying ice to the bowl to keep it from melting too quickly. With around half of the bowl filled, Glaceon used his frost breath to create a 'handle', which was attached to either side of the bowl itself. With his work finished, Glaceon took the makeshift basket and made his way back to his the way back, as had been the case many times in the past, his thoughts would return to the Fire-type.
'I can't believe Quily raised his voice at me like that! If he wasn't my best friend, didn't have such a developed body, or those gorgeous eyes...his incredible strength...his incredible scent...'
As Glaceons thoughts drifted further and further into his perverted mind, the surge of blood to a certain body part not withstanding, the Ice-type had soon forgotten why his friend had even sent him to the lake in the first place.
Unbeknownst to the Ice-type, a pair of deceptive, honeyed eyes were watching the Eeveelution with cold, calculated precision...
He would never understand that pokemon, or, at least, he hoped he never would.
Quilava, after several minutes of attempting to cool his temper before he burned his own nest to the ground, closed his eyes and began to take stock. He had woken up to find his friend of almost eighteen years giving him head while he slept. His friend, a Glaceon who, like him, had potential mates on completely different islands, was probably just in need of release...
'If I had to go this long without having a mate of my own I know I would start giving into the temptation.'
Come to think of it, why had he gotten so angry with his friend in the first place? Was it the fear of him becoming an outcast? If that were the case he never would have entertained the notion of letting Glaceon share a nest with him in the first place. Did the fear of breaking tradition, specifically with nest-mates exclusively comprising one male and one female of their species, cause him to lash out at his best friend? Did the fear of being caught with another pokemon of the same gender as him trigger a defensive reaction in Quilavas mind?
'I would be stooping to a level of cowardice unimaginable, throwing Glaceon to the Lycanroc like that!'
Was it the fear of the unknown? That made no sense at all because the future was never preordained. The idea of fretting over events that may not even come to pass wasn't just foolish, but unhealthy for the body. Quilava had always leaned on his parents' concept of living life on a daily basis. What happens in the future is never guaranteed so all pokemon should take each day as they come, sorting things out along the way. This led him to an interesting revelation, though, one Quilava had yet to consider.
Was the future truly uncertain? If pokemon were told to take life one day at a time, did that not entail that the future could be predicted and actions taken in accordance with the needs of others? If steps were taken to increase the likelihood of the future leaning in a particular direction, wouldn't that imply the future to simply be a forcasted reality? The Island Code, as it implied, was based loosely on the laws and ideals of the past. With every new generation of pokemon also came different interpretations of the Code. New experiences and new ideals, if beneficial enough to warrant including it into the Code, could change how pokemon lived their day-to-day lives.
Did that mean the Island Code might be clinging to old philosophy for the sake of tradition? Was tradition so important that it justified potentially stamping on the joy of pokemon like Glaceon and him? He wasn't going to lie- Glaceon was incredibly attractive for a male of his species. It was almost disturbing how closely he resembled a female, cock and balls not withstanding. Did Glaceons' genetic makeup, something which was entirely out of his control, not matter in the language of the Island Code? Did tradition and outdated philosophy overshadow the needs of his best friend? It made zero sense to him! Who would be harmed by two pokemon of the same gender sharing a nest? Quilava could think of one pokemon that would be harmed, not from the act itself but by the refusal of allowing such an act to take place- Glaceon!
The longer the fire-type waged his inner battle, the more obsurd the whole concept of a Code became. Why should pokemon have the power to make the future more beneficial yet, at the same time, be restricted to what they were allowed to do? It was just terribly inefficient and, more importantly, unfair to pokemon who had no chance to pick the circumstances of their birth.
'I need to let Glaceon know what I think about this. If nothing else, I should apol-'
"QUILY~!"
Quilavas' thoughts were cut short by the high-pitched scream of his best friend. There was absolutely no doubt that it was Glaceon just now, as he was the only pokemon to ever call Quilava by his pet-name.
Time seemed to slow down for the fire-type, his irises expanding dramatically, as a massive rush of adrenaline coursed through his body.
His best friend was in danger.
Purple flames shot forth from Quilavas' scalp and back, the amethyst hue they gave off suddenly beginning to shimmer with the brilliance of the midday sun. The flames, seemingly in on the sudden change in what had made Quilava so distraught, began to take on a shape of their own.
Amethyst flames licked at the oxygen-rich air, growing in size drastically. The pigmentation of the fire-types' flames was changing, from their normal, subdued purple to a nearly blinding mix of snowy white and yellow. The final transformation was in the flames themselves, bending and reshaping until they took on the appearance of two beautiful wings. This, combined with the altered pigmentation of the flames which comprised them, added an air of majestic wonder to Quilava.
With his ears keenly focused on the direction the cries of his friend had originated from, Quilava went into a pouncing stance. Seconds later the fire-type, using his wings of flame, along with the desperate need to find Glaceon, leapt several feet above the ground and took flight.
'I'm coming, Glaceon! Please be alright!'
What WAS this thing?! Where had it even come from?! It wasn't like any sort of pokemon he had ever seen before. Was it even a pokemon?
The strange creature was swiftly using its thin, membranous arms as stabbing tools, each thrust carrying enough force to puncture the very trees themselves. Its deceptively frail-looking body was also incredibly tall, easily towering over Glaceons' fleeing form. Two long, even thinner antennae were attached to front of its scalp above its two eyes. The protrusions appeared to be at least six feet long. About halfway up, the antennae curved smoothly back down towards the ground.
To Glaceon, however, what truly terrified him was how closely the creatures body resembled that of a human.
Was this a human? No, it couldn't be! It looked too much like an insect to be a full-fledged human. What in the name of Arceus was it, then?
Glaceon was still a good distance from Quilavas nest. He had hoped his best friend would have heard his cry for help yet, the more time that passed, the more Glaceon began to fear he wouldn't ever see Quilava again. This fear was not exasperated when the strange creature swung its dagger-like legs at him, connecting viciously on the ice-types left side. Glaceon howled in pain, the force of the kick shattering at least two of his ribs. More pain followed as his prone form collided with a tree, knocking the air out of Glaceons' lungs and nearly making him lose consciousness.
'Quily...Please...'
The creature stood over Glaceons' unmoving form, its eyes seeming to bore right into the ice-types soul.
"I-I-I-I-M-M-M-M-P-U-R-R-E-E~"
'Please! Quily! Please! Don't let me die!'
Glaceons' eyes shut tightly as the creature lifted one of its thin, incredibly powerful legs up and aimed its spiked heel at Glaceons' face.
"I-I-I-I-M-M-M-M-P-U-R-R-E-E~!"
'QUILY!'
...Sometimes the world we live in becomes subjected to unspeakable tragedy...
"GLACEON~!"
...Sometimes what we hold near and dear in our hearts is taken away, in the blink of an eye...
~"You're so silly, Quily!"~
~"Stop calling me that! It's...its embarrassing..."~
...Sometimes the answers we seek are not the answers we wanted...
~"Come on, Quily~ I want to see you fully erect sometime tonight."~
~"STOP TRYING TO FUCK ME AND GET ME SOME WATER FROM THE LAKE!"~
...Sometimes our role in life is to build others up, at the expense of our own future...
'I'm sorry...Quily...I...I...'
Tears began falling down the ice-types face as he waited for the sting of death to take him. What he received, however, was a rush of warmth, as though the temperature had risen dramatically. Glaceon, willing himself to see what had just happened, felt his heart nearly stop at what he saw infront of him.
...Sometimes fate changes without a moments notice...
Quilava was using the flames on his scalp, their colors alternating chaotically between pitch black and blood red crimson, to block the creatures spiked heel. A feral, almost primordial growl was desperately trying to escape through Quilavas' clenched teeth. Glaceon had never, in all the years he had known the fire-type, ever saw him this angry...
...this ENRAGED!
If looks could kill then the creature standing before Quilava would already have been solid stone before it ever hit the ground. It was simultaneously scary as hell and the most amazing spectacle Glaceon could have ever imagined or dreamt of. His best friend, his, dare he hoped, MATE had come to save him like a pokemon in Escavlier armor.
"I-I-I-I-I-M-M-M-M-M-P-U-R-R-R-E-E~!"
"You...you put your hands, legs, limbs...whatever! You touched someone very dear to me..."
Glaceon felt his heart leap with joy at hearing his best friend defending him in such a poetically romantic way. If he had t been scared out of his mind beforehand he would have jumped Quilavas' bones on the spot.
T-A-A-A-P-U-U-U~...D-I-I-I-I-E~
Quilava was beyond pissed off at this point. Not only was this strange -thing- intruding on the island, it had attempted to end the life of Glaceon. It didn't matter that it spoke of the Tapu, it wouldn't have mattered if it spoke of Arceus himself! When the creature bore its aggression onto Glaceon was when it had made its biggest mistake.
Quilava lowered his head and flexed his wings of fire, preparing to catapult himself into a fiery ball of destruction and incineration.
The strange creature, while clearly not of this world, possessed enough intelligence to know when it was in mortal peril. Sensing it was at an extreme disadvantage the creature jumped back with almost spring-like flexibility. It gave the fire-type an unrecognizable glare before leaping into the air, landing somewhere deep into the Maohala Trail.
...Sometimes we must defy fate in order to forge the future...