A/N: Yes, this is the remake of An Inner Truth...no, Cyndan is no longer alive. This is a different Cyndan. Got it? Good. By the way, in case you like to assume, this is not in the universe of High School Daze. Got it now? Even better. Enjoy.
This is a story to work on my writing skills, so please, don't just be like "Awesome work man I can't wait for more", or be like "dude u suk 4 writin pokeman". Then again, I can't stop you. Telling me what you think is acceptable, but just not the above. Really, it doesn't tell me anything...
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"Quilava, attack the Bellosom with a Flame Wheel! Dewott, use your Razor Shell on the Jynx!"
The young blonde panted, wiping the grown-out hair from his eyes, mindful of the set of glasses he wore. His first real battle had been tough on him so far, and his opponent wasn't about to give up anytime soon. He shivered, not of cold or fear, but of anxiety.
Cyndan was a student trainer, one of many who strove to obtain their Trainer's License and to defeat the Elite Four. If they really wanted, they could seek the permission of their tutor to challenge Red, who dwelt hundreds of miles away upon Mt. Silver of Kanto. However, every journey started with a single step; and this was his.
As he watched his two Pokemon strike his opponent's, he couldn't help but smile. He was so proud of the two, both of them raised from eggs that he had received from his father. His Quilava was his first Pokemon, who had only been a Cyndiquil until only a few days ago. He was of the timid sort, and as he was demonstrating in his fighting, preferred to stay back and attack from afar.
His Dewott was nearly the polar opposite. With an adamant personality, he loved to fight, especially in close quarters. When he was still an Oshawott, he was always getting into fights of all sorts. It was from this that he had evolved so quickly, Cyndan presumed.
"It's a critical hit!" a man standing on the edge of the arena shouted out, jarring the student from his thoughts. "Jynx is in a critical state of health! The tension has risen!"
Cyndan smiled. "Good job, Dewott! Keep it up and use your Focus Energy!" Looking over at his other Pokemon, he winced. The Quilava was charging at the grass-type in front of him, curled in a ball and rolling in a ball of flame. However, a hazy green field was enveloping his opponent, which could mean only one thing.
"QUILAVA! ABORT, ABORT! IT'S USING SLEEP POWDER!"
The worried trainer began to sweat, clenching his fists with the growing tension. As his Dewott to the right began to stand still, harnessing its inner, orange energy, his other weasel-like Pokemon began to skid to a halt. As the turf beneath him began to fly, the fire went out, and his speed slowed dramatically. Was it just him, or did that flower smirk?
As the fire-type ground to a halt, his body unraveled into the powder.
All it took was a whiff, and the Quilava fell straight to the ground, snoring gently. "Quilava has fallen asleep! He is now unable to battle!" the ref commentated. "Will Bellosom manage to defeat Dewott while it's down?"
"DEW!" Cyndan turned, surprised, as the blue otter-like Pokemon tensed, leaning back in a fighting pose.
"I can win this! I just need to make sure I avoid any grass-type moves they throw my way!" Swallowing, he pointed at the Jynx. "Finish it off with Tackle!"
Nodding, the Dewott rushed at the exotic dancing Pokemon, leaping at it with arms outstretched. Only then did both of them notice a yellow glow on its fist. "NO!" Cyndan thought, his eyes widening with shock and anguish.
Swinging its fist back, the Jynx threw its Thunder Punch, connecting with Dewott square in the jaw.
Staggering, the now hopeless trainer nearly fell to his knees, looking over at his helpless, sleeping Quilava. His only hope lay with it, but being asleep, it was all but crushed.
"One hit KO!" the referee exclaimed, only making the student's situation worse. "Dewott is unable to battle!"
As a single tear fell to the ground, Cyndan looked up, pulling a red and white capsule from his waist. Sighing, he pushed the small button. The unconscious Pokemon vanished in a film of red light, which seemed to dissipate quickly into the Pokeball.
Glancing at his remaining Pokemon, he hardened his gaze, standing up straight. "This is for my Trainer's License! Without it, I'm nothing!" he thought. " I can't give up now!" Brushing his bangs off to the side, he narrowed his eyes, cupping his hands in front of his mouth. "QUILAVA! WAKE UP! YOU'RE IN A BATTLE!"
Blinking a few types, the groggy Quilava slowly began to wake up, too slow to avoid a heavy Petaldance from the Bellosom. After being pushed back a few feet, he shook his head to wake himself up quicker.
"Student trainer Cyndan has called to his Pokemon! Quilava has woken up!"
"Finally, something good!" the mentioned student thought to himself, pointing at the Jynx. "Quilava, it's nearly down! Use an Ember attack, now!" he commanded, narrowing his eyes in concentration.
"Quil!" The azure and cream Pokemon responded. Raising its rump in the air, it opened its maw, sucking in air. After a brief moment, there was a spark, and a small yet bright flame formed. "LAVA!" With a shout, it blew out the small fireball, which hit the adversary dead center into its chest.
The Jynx clenched its eyes closed, falling to the ground with a loud wail. "It's super-effective!" The referee called out. "Jynx is unable to battle!" As the Pokemon was recalled, Cyndan chuckled. Perfect!
However, the other trainer smirked. "Bellosom, use your Teeter Dance!" she called, laughing.
As the Pokemon responded with a "Bell!" and began to sway, Cyndan groaned. He could only watch as his own remaining Pokemon was slowly hypnotized, watching the flower-like Pokemon sway back and forth across the arena. After a minute had passed, he began to sway himself, teetering along with the exotic dance.
"Quilava! Snap out of it! Use your Ember attack again before it can confuse you anymore!" He called, sweating.
With a small groan, the Quilava stopped its movement. Staggering onto all fours, he began to breathe inwards again. However, as he began to spark the flame, it backfired, creating a loud bang and sending him falling onto his back.
"Quilava has hurt itself in its confusion! It is in critical health!"
"Thank you, Captain Obvious!" Cyndan shouted in sarcastic anger, a tear forming in his eye. "If I lose now," he muttered, "the chances of me being able to retake the test is low...I need to win!" However, inwardly, he had already given up. He knew that there was no recovering from critical health in this situation.
"Bellosom, finish it off with another Petaldance!" his opponent called out, causing her Pokemon to nod and begin twirling. Pink and green leaves and petals began flying everywhere, most of them striking his own Pokemon.
With a quiet groan, the Quilava fell.
"QUILAVA!" Cyndan called, falling to his knees. Sobbing slightly, he was already grabbing the Pokeball off of his belt as the referee called his final verdict.
"Quilava is unable to battle! Teacher Bliven wins!" The ref called, waving a black and white checkered flag.
The blond student couldn't contain his disappointment any longer. Spontaneously, he burst into sobbing, his arms falling to the turf as his instructor approached him.
"Cyndan?" she asked, kneeling down and placing a hand on my heaving shoulder. "Are you alright?"
Sniffling, the trainer wiped a sleeve across his face. "N—No...!" he sobbed. "I lost, and I can't become a trainer anymore! There's no hope as a professor or a breeder, or anything of interest, 'cause I can't afford college, and there's no way I'm becoming a waiter! My life is in shambles!" The distressed student burst into a fresh fit of sobbing.
"But you can always retake the course! It's not all over. All you would need to do is to attend for another three months. And I could even recommend you. You did an excellent job out there, and if you didn't have to win, I would've passed you. Your connection with them is just superb."
Cyndan looked up, wiping the water from his eyes. "I...I guess you're right..." He sniffled. "Would you go with me to reapply tomorrow morning, then?"
The teacher nodded, smiling and tossing her long, brown hair back. "Of course! That's what I'm here for!"
With an intense expression of gratitude on his face, the student nodded. "Thank you! This means so much to me!" He pushed himself off, brushing himself off as he reattached the Pokeball back to its place on his belt. "What time?" he eagerly asked, grinning.
"Six on the dot," she responded. "Mr. Jasmine doesn't have much time after seven, so it needs to be as early as possible. And at the moment..." She quickly glanced at her wrist. "It is past nine o'clock. I'd suggest getting to bed." She smiled. "Better set an alarm! Good night, Cyndan." Striding away, Mrs. Bliven made for the large set of double doors that led out of the stadium in front of the adult dormitories.
Smiling himself, Cyndan turned in the opposite direction, making for the opposite exit.
Humming quietly, the ex-student opened up the door to Hallway 2-B, striding down it before reaching a simple wooden door. Pulling out a small card, he slid it through a special doorknob, one made to open when the correct card was slid through. A green flash, an upbeat jingle, and the door to Room B-16 opened, revealing his dorm.
Taking a Pokeball in either hand from his belt, he depressed the buttons on them, releasing the two Pokemon of his in a flash of red light. "Alright, you two!" he exclaimed. "You guys can rest. You deserve it."
The two mustelid Pokemon smiled at him, both nodding with an affirming "Dew!" and "Quil!" Obediently, they padded over to two small Pokemon beds against the heater. As Quilava curled in his, and Dewott lay down similar to a human in his own bed, they both closed their eyes, soon falling asleep with exhaustion.
Smiling to himself, Cyndan flopped onto his own bed. Sprawled out, he sighed contentedly, closing his eyes. Soon, he had joined his two companions in the realm of slumber.
From the corner of the room, four eyes opened.
I awoke slowly, my eyes fluttering open and dispersing the grime from heavy sleep. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, it read "NIGHT". That's odd...it normally worked...
But at the moment, I didn't really pay it a second thought. Right now, I was wondering what the godly sensation in my nether region was. However, as I swung my head down, I gasped; both of my Pokemon were working on my hardened member.
Dewott was staring at me, straight in the eye, as he slowly pawed at my shaft and dragged his warm, moist tongue across it. Quilava I could barely see, but he was in between my spread legs, his tongue fluttering along my sack and staring at me as well.
What the hell was going on? My entire began to shake, not only with pleasure, but with worry. Last time I had checked, they were both males. Pokemon couldn't be gay, could they?
My question was answered as Quilava began to lick at my rear, making sure to travel along the hole as much as possible. I whimpered; that was NOT something to be touched!
I let out a full yelp as my Dewott took charge, placing his entire muzzle around my member. Slowly lowering himself, his tongue fluttered around my pole, sending pleasure through my body. Quickly, he lapped at my tip, as if he were going for seed that hadn't yet come out. Pre, maybe?
I was about to stop the two of them, but I couldn't seem to force myself up. Not only did it seem physically impossible, but I needed this. After sacrificing three months of abstinence from the normal masturbation of a teen, my body was craving release. And it seemed that my Pokemon duo were determined to do just that.
Soon, however, the pleasure stopped as Dewott released my pole from his maw, a string of saliva connecting the two. Even Quilava had stopped on his rimming, nodding to Dewott. He gave a nod in response, and the two of them switched positions. Quilava lay along my side, grabbing my rod and resuming where Dewott had left off.
Meanwhile, the said otter Pokemon was on his knees between mine, grinning seductively. My eyes widened at the sight of his own throbbing shaft. "NO!" I wanted to tell him, but my lips would not part. As he slowly pressed his tip against my pipe, I released a shudder, now realizing what they had switched for.
Dewott, in one, fluid motion, thrust inside of me. Pain spiked through my rear, and I very nearly screamed. His smile faded, however, as he realized what I was going through. He took a moment to let me adjust to the intrusion, his member throbbing and swelling inside of me. After a few minutes however, he grabbed both of my legs, bracing himself.
Clenching my eyes shut, I braced for the worst. "DEW!" he shouted, rapidly thrusting in and out of my already-sore rear.
To make matters worse, the pleasure that I had at least been enjoying on my member had disappeared. Opening an eye and trying not to stare at the form panting and humping my ass, I couldn't help but moan, not with pleasure, but with annoyance. My Quilava was smiling to himself. He was standing over my shaft, arms keeping him propped up as he slowly lowered himself. He let out a quiet "Quillll...!" as his hole parted easily. How often had he done this?
Almost instantly, though, my man-hood was squeezed with an unearthly tightness, and this time I had to let out a small shout. Smiling wider, the ferret Pokemon pushed himself back up, soon starting a rhythm of sitting and standing.
Luckily enough, this was enough to take my mind off the faggotry going on in the back. I smiled myself, moaning with them. This was so much better than any oral, whether or not it was a nice, hot female giving it.
Soon, I was even thrusting into the much smaller Quilava, somehow able to completely ignore the Dewott ravaging me. The Pokemon leaned forward, rapidly pumping its cock as it didn't have to bounce nearly as much with me helping as well. It grinned, pawing off faster and faster as its tailpipe grew ever tighter around me, sending me closer to the edge and tighter against Dewott as well.
"QUIIIIIIIIIIILAAAAAAVAAAAAA!" With a loud groan of ecstasy, Quilava blew, his ring gripping my shaft like a vice as his steaming spunk landed across my chest and the sheets. If this was real, it would have been hell to clean up.
As he climaxed, I did the same, moaning out loudly as I exploded inside the fire-type, painting his insides white with my seed. After a few brief moments, Dewott joined us in the afterglow, his cold, watery semen flooding my bowels. Out of my half-closed eye lids, I noticed my stomach bulge a bit. Completely ignoring that, I closed my eyes, sleep coming easily due to my euphoric pleasure.
The only reason that the exhausted teen managed to get up that morning was because of the sun streaming through the blinds and playing across his eyes. Groaning, he sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"What a crazy dream..." he thought, shaking his head to clear it. "It was...so amazing...but so horrible...I'm not gay, not in the slightest!" Sitting with his legs crossed, he blinked his eyes open, looking down.
"Arceus damn it..." he swore upon seeing the mess of white surrounding his crotch on the bed. "I gotta get some pajamas or something...this is getting out of hand..." Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, he stood up, glancing at the clock.
It was eleven twenty-four.
"FUCK!" he yelled, startling his two sleeping Pokemon into wakefulness. Dashing over to his dresser, he threw it open, grabbing a pair of crumpled jeans and boxers. Slamming the shelf back inside, he looked down, stepping into the undergarments. However, he stopped in his tracks, staring wide-eyed at the wet spot now fresh in the clothing. Slowly, he moved his hand to his rear, and upon bringing it back, gaped at the white liquid coating it.
"GAAAAAAAAH!" Flinging his hand, Cyndan dashed into the restroom, and, grabbing fistfuls of toilet paper, mopped up the Pokemon seed. Wincing with the sheer amount of it, he lobbed it into the open toilet, throwing the plunger down to flush it.
Sighing, he walked back into the main room, albeit more calmly. Slowly dressing himself, he looked over at his two Pokemon. "Why guys...just...why?" Not waiting from an answer he wasn't liable to get, he strode over to the door.
Sighing, he reached to turn the handle, and as he turned it, a small paper taped to the door caught his eye. Roughly removing it, his eyes scanned the letter, and as he reached the bottom, his face turned into that of shock before moving into heavy anguish.
To Cyndan Vasquez:
It has come to the staff's attention that you have failed the test to receive your Trainer's License. Normally, we would have accepted a returned application; however, this is not the case with you. A highly esteemed and regarded staff member, Dolores Bliven, was sent to make sure that you were okay, because you were not present at the 6:00 (six o'clock) meeting. What she found was evidence enough for us to expel you for all time onwards, under charges of homosexuality and Pokeality.
The evidence found lies hereinafter:
Ex-student Trainer Cyndan Vasquez, was found lying in bed with his two male Pokemon. All three of them were covered in semen of various qualities, signaling that all three had had a part. Based on the positions, the Quilava on top of Cyndan, who was in front of his Dewott, it can be assumed that the three of them went through homosexual intercourse the previous night. Not only was this evidence enough, but there were also several noise complaints, of which all ended at 2:47 a.m. -Dolores Bliven
End evidence.
Based on this evidence, you have been charged with homosexuality and Pokeality, and have been expelled from the North Unova Trainer School. You will have until noon (12:00) to collect your belongings and leave the school grounds.
Sincerely,
Professor Jasmine
Cyndan clenched his eyes and fist, crumpling the paper. In a rage, he threw it out the window, sobbing.
"Quil?" Cyndan looked down at the light scratching on his leg. His Quilava seemed worried, face pulled into a frown as it gently pawed at his leg. "La, lava?"
"Get away from me!" Cyndan yelled, kicking the fire-type away. The Pokemon hit the floor with a squeal, but Cyndan had no remorse for it. It was all their fault! Because of those two gays, he couldn't be a trainer any more. They had both known that; it was a school of Arceus, after all!
Glaring, he forcefully removed both of the Pokeballs from his belt, returning his two Pokemon to their respective capsules. "Both of you! Inside, now! You two disgust me! If not for what you did, I could've been a trainer! But no! You guys just had to unleash your raging hormones on me; a straight guy! You better be ashamed!"
Wiping his tears away with a sleeve, he hooked the prisons to his belt, walking back and forth across the room as he packed all of his clothing and various belongings into a rolling briefcase.
Nodding to himself at the finish of the packing, he kicked the door open, too angry to open it normally. Grabbing his case, he stormed out of the room. Turning to the right, he made his way to the elevator, glaring at anyone who gave him a curious stare.
Mashing the "down" button several times, he impatiently waited for the door to open. "Of course it's on the fucking top floor!" After a brief moment, the double door opened with a small ding, and he pulled inside of it. Mashing the close button several times, he jammed the G button as well, now having to wait yet again.
"Finally!" he muttered as the doors opened once again. Pulling his briefcase with him, he strode out of the building with a huff. Ignoring all of the other jubilant students, he made his way south, towards the subway station. But first, he had a stop to make.
A good eight minutes passed before Cyndan stood at the edge of the campus lake, home to many of the school's resident water-type Pokemon. Slowly, the ex-student took a deep breath. Steeling himself for what he was about to do, he slowly detached his Quilava's Pokeball. His right foot took a step back, and the hand holding his Pokemon rose behind and over his head.
Letting out a held-in breath, he chucked the ball as far out as he could into the waters.
With a small amount of regret, and much more satisfaction, he watched as it slowly sank, indicating that it had flooded inside. Frowning, he grabbed the other capsule, going through the same motions to rid himself of the other homosexual Pokemon.
Nodding once to himself, he plodded back up the the road. Grabbing his bag, he continued on his journey.
The lone blue Pokemon stared at the human he had once called a friend, kneeling in front of a large fountain in Arceus' image. His paw clenched; this was definitely him. He recognized the messy blond hair and the lack of Pokeballs on the belt.
The Pokeballs...growling silently, he closed his eyes, remembering what had transpired. He had been thinking to himself, as to why his trainer was being so violent this morning. First he had kicked his husband, and then scolded them moments afterward; it just wasn't like him.
And as he sat upon the log in his home, he had heard a great thundering. Ears perking, he looked up. Painted against the blue sky, the faint outline of the capsule's edge trembled for a few moments.
Then came the flood.
Water poured in heavily, cascading onto the poor Dewott and quickly filling up the entire forest imitation. He struggled for the small circle against the skyline. Pushing it, he could feel himself vaporizing, and in a moment, he had found himself in the campus lake.
Looking around frantically, he searched for his Quilava husband. Not seeing his familiar cream and dark blue form in the murky waters, he scanned the bottom floor instead. Seeing a small spot of bright white against the dull sand, he quickly swam over to it, fumbling around for a moment before jamming in the small button.
The familiar red light formed into his dearest, albeit unconscious. Gasping, Dewott grabbed his mate, pulling him up to the surface as fast as he could possibly swim. Taking a breath of his own, he one-arm-swam over to the shoreline, dragging both of them onto the sandy beach.
"Morty?" he asked quietly, looking over the silent face with worry. "Morty!" He rather roughly shook the limp form back and forth, urging him to wake up. "Morty, Morty, no! Come on, wake up!" As a tear fell from his damp eye, he forcefully slapped his partner, doing everything he could. "Wake up, damn it!" He slapped again.
Sobbing, now, he hugged the quiet form against himself tightly. "Morty...please...please wake up!"
He never did.
One burial later, and a great deal of catching up, he had finally managed to catch his enemy. Wiping the fresh tears from his narrowed eyes, the Dewott approached the trainer, glaring.
"By the light of Arceus...I punish you..." Raising a paw, he gave the teen a strong blow in the crook of his neck, causing him to slump forward, unconscious.
Stepping onto the edge of the fountain, he grabbed the messy hair. "I promised Morty revenge...and I'll have it!" Taking a deep breath, he pushed his ex-trainer's head into the water, holding it under and smiling as he watched the steady stream of bubbles end.
"Tell Giritina that Eusine sent you!"