Here's chapter 2! A little later than I hoped (because of finals) but still here nonetheless. Onward!
Espeon of Shadows: Thanks for the complements!
Chapter 2: En Negro (Black Out)
Summer awoke to find herself on the ocean floor, on a circular stone tablet about 10 feet diameter, surrounded by a murky blackness. The only source of light was a dim, yellow glow belonging to a young, cute Moemon with blue hair and a tight blue swimsuit on. The light was coming from an antenna on her head.
She's a Lanturn, thought Summer. That's cute haha… Well I gotta get out of here, she thought, as she tried to swim away. But she was stopped by the fact that her shirt was caught by a boulder on the tablet. The Lanturn swam closer to her.
"Master…" she faintly whispered, as she reached her hand out languidly to Summer's body. Her face took on a light pink hue as she quickly pulled the ranger's mask off and kissed her. Her tongue slipped into Summer's mouth fervently and she started to squeeze her B cup breasts.
Holy shit holy shit holy shit get this girl off me! Summer's mind screamed as the Lanturn groped her stiff nipples (they showed through her soaked top). She frantically attempted to pull off but the girl simply straddled her and reached down to her aroused rosebud, lightly rubbing it.
"Nooooo!" screamed Summer as she woke up from her dream.
She was still in the ocean but she was floating there alone, with her capture Styler nowhere to be found.
Wait, I have to get it now! This sucks! She thought to herself while she swam hurriedly down an immense trench where she suspected her styler had fallen. As she went down, a small Moemon caught her eye a few yards down. She wore a blue and orange dress with fins for sleeves, and she had short blue hair. A Wailmer. And in her mouth was Summer's capture styler!
She tried to inch closer to the Moemon, but the Wailmer bolted as soon as she got any closer than around 5 yards. Summer gave chase, and with a few short bursts of speed, she retrieved her elusive Styler.
She stopped on the ocean floor, standing on a circular slab of rock just like the one in her dream. But before she got the opportunity to really think about it, her styler screeched, " DANGER! DANGER! LARGE OBJECT APPROACHING!" The sea shook, and a vast, metal ship barreled towards her, the raging currents shoving her towards the surface in one violent sweep. Summer was completely caught off guard, as if she got hit with a bat from behind…
The rusty, grey submarine surfaced from under the water, and a metal door slid open. Ten men glided out of the sub, all riding the same hovercrafts and wearing similar clothes to those of the two Moemon hunters Summer and Ben had faced earlier. One man took command of the fleet.
"All right pinchers, let's go!" he bellowed to the formation. "There are no inhabitants on Dolce Island, so you can do whatever you want there, and no one's there to see. Go!"
And with that last word, the malignant group of Pinchers darted off of the Sub into the cobalt horizon…
On the nearly uninhabited forests of Dolce Island, a group of Moemon made up of Pichu, Sunkern, Bulbasaur, and Marill were gathered in a crowd, waiting expectantly. Now, let it be known that the air was solemn and still, and the sky seemed grey and hesitant as if it was waiting for something. The clouds were left in a silent paralysis, on the verge of tears.
But the Moemon overlooked that because they were waiting for another performance by the star of their pack, the Pichu with a ukulele. She had risen to fame with her one single that never seems to get annoying no matter how many times you hear it. She played just as well as usual that day, and at the end, the Moemon were applauding wildly. But then, the group heard a faint noise in the distant waters. They started to panic as a whole when they caught the first glimpse of the Pinchers. They all fled into the bushes, except for the Ukulele Pichu who was slow to run.
A pincher rapidly descended down to the forest floor. Luckily though, Pichu managed to duck into a bush at the very last second.
A group of three pinchers stopped in the clearing where Pichu was performing just twenty seconds ago.
"You two, split up! We need to capture all the Moemon here!" one of them exclaimed as he realized that none of the Moemon were there anymore. They quickly decided different paths, and ravaged the forest in search of Moemon.
The entire party of Moemon was taken captive within a minute or two. As they tried to flee, the poachers simply had to launch their gauntlets and the energy was enough to cripple even the most durable of Bulbasaur. But amongst the chaos, an Ursaring was awakened from her sleep, only to witness a friend of hers being taken by the purple rays of energy. Ursaring leapt out of the woods and faced one of the pinchers.
Wild with undiluted animosity for the Pincher, she charged straight at the his gauntlet, her solid build enough to crush the disgusting piece of metal. She was nearly on top of the Pincher and about to rip him apart, when he got a grip of himself and launched his capture gauntlet's rays at the sudden intruder. She sank to the ground, looking through the world in a grey haze of despair, and disappeared into the gauntlet.
"Well, we haven't found the Moemon that we wanted, but that's valuable information on its own. Let's contact the leader and have him tell us what a good job we did." mumbled a Pincher to himself.
"Z.Z. Flyer Squad, retreat!" He called. The rest of the troop followed.
The Pichu with the Ukulele was the only Moemon left out of her group. TO BE CONTINUED…
Why did Summer overreact so badly to the Lanturn? Just read the next chapter.