"Dance like a Beautifly, sting like a Beedrill."

The story continues. Just so you guys know, (Name) is whoever you want them to be. Imagine them as any character of your choice, and insert them whenever you see "(Name)". Their genders, sexuality and pretty much every other features are whatever your imagination decides.

Luanastar does not own Pokemon.

You follow Barry outside, coming onto a grassy expanse that seemed to stretch out for eternity. There were white markings along the grass to depict a 400 metre track. Barry took you over to the very centre of the track, where there was a lone mat, decorated with brown, orange and green leaves. Your heart began to beat faster, as Barry beckoned for you to step on the mat across from him. Shakily, you went and stood across from him. Despite his small height for a Blaziken and extremely friendly persona, Barry looked as threatening as a prison inmate.

"Okay, (Name)! You're going to take part in a minor exercise to test your composure and general ability in a battle." explained Barry. You noticed that he still had a hoodie on, yet you recalled that the Blaziken took off his hoodie when battling the Luxray. Hopefully, he wasn't implying anything about your battling capability. "I think you did miss the last tryouts for the rest of the year, but that's okay; this is why we're here now!"

"Right, right. So uh… Do I need to battle you?" you asked cautiously. The fire type's gesture wasn't a very clear one.

"Uh… sort of? I'm not allowed to touch you. The objective is to land a hit on me." told Barry, finally taking his hoodie off. "No pressure though, (Name). I'm not very fast, to be honest."

You took that reassurance message with a grain of salt; you've seen the Blaziken in action, and it certainly strained your eyes trying to catch up with him.

"Uhm, okay. I'll try my best."

Barry bowed, wishing you the best of luck, before he spoke: "I know you'll do fine. Whenever you're ready, (Name)."

You weren't too sure how or where to start. Hopefully, you could impress the Blaziken with your skills. You lunged forward, attempting to make some physical contact with Barry. However, you could only swat at the air, as Barry was then behind you.

"Wh-What?!" you yelped in disbelief, as you fell flat on the floor. "How? But that doesn't even make any sense at all!"

Barry looked left and right, before shrugging his shoulders. "Come on, (Name)! You can't give up now!"

Shaking your head, you propped yourself up again, before trying to land a hit on the quick Blaziken. Once again, the fire type moved to a position away from your attack, leaving you to awkwardly stumble to where Barry previously was. You pouted, realising that this was about to be ten times harder than you had first imagined.

Up in the hall of origins, Giratina sat on their beanbag, making full use of the internet connection from… Somewhere. Of course, it was being used to spectate a minor training spar between a Blaziken and a (Species). Arceus peered through the door, seeing the ghostly dragon relax while on the job.

"Giratina! What are you doing!?" shouted the divine llama. Because, you know, that's basically what it is. "I've given you my role for a particular reason, you know!"

Giratina only waved a yellow claw at Arceus, much to the normal type's frustration. "Uh, ya dude, ya. I've got it all under control, ya? Like, trust me ya?"

Albeit skeptical, Arceus shook his head, intending to leave Giratina alone. "Don't screw anything up. I'm gonna go for a manicu- Uh, a council meeting, so I entrust you with my responsibilities."

"Ya dude, you're golden. You can trust me." replied Giratina, waiting until Arceus had left the room. "Now, this is getting silly. I wanna see this (Name) dude kick some ass."

It was about five minutes of futile attacks courtesy of yourself, before you noticed that the sky began to grow a little dark. Raindrops slowly began to fall as you found yourself getting faster with your attacks. You could hear the Blaziken pant more and more as he tried to avoid your lightening-fast offences. Meanwhile, you had no clue what was going on. You could only feel your stamina getting deplete more and more.

Suddenly, you thrust your head forward, and you hit something quite tough, similar to what you felt earlier this morning when you were rushing to school.

"OW!" helplessly yelped Barry, as you hit him in the stomach with forces you had no idea you had within you.

The Blaziken tumbled off the mat, face first in the wet grass. He groaned, clutching his abdomens and turning over onto his back, while you rushed over to his aid.

"Barry! Are you alright, Barry?" you squealed, worried about the Blaziken. Well, of course he wasn't alright, but you know. That's just the conventional question. "I really didn't mean to!"

Barry shook his head, looking rejuvenated already. "No worries, (Name)! I was just sort of winded, that's all. You really landed a critical hit back there. Where did you learn to battle like that?"

First of all, you were surprised that the Blaziken immediately regained his will so quickly. You heard him scream as if he were in the iron Bouffalant. Secondly, you had no idea where all that came from. It was so unbelievable, that you even struggled to make a lie about it.

"I, uhh… Adrenaline?" you mustered. Thankfully, Barry nodded, understanding completely.

"Oh, right. That hormone can certainly do things to you." said Barry, resting on his elbows. "Now, uh… Do you mind?"

Barry made reference to the very intimate position you two were positioned in. A blush formed on both of your faces as you found that you were perched on his firm abdominals. Immediately, you took yourself off him, and tried to act as normal as possible, as if none of that had even happened.

"Thanks." said Barry, getting up on his own two talons. "I do think we should head back to the gymnasium, now. Battler or not, we don't want to get a sickness in the rain."

You smiled, as you followed the Blaziken back to the main gym. You found it slightly adorable, how Barry shook himself dry when you both got inside. Anyway, Barry told you to standby for a good bit, while he went to go and talk with Ms. Easel. After scanning the room, you spotted Lola on the bleachers, performing some basic stretches. You hadn't seen her all day, so it be worthwhile trying to make conversation with her.

"Hi, Lola!" you exclaimed, taking a seat beside the Lopunny. As you came closer to her, though, you could tell by the look on her face, that she was in some serious discomfort. "Is something wrong?"

Lola put a straight leg forward, intending to stretch her hamstring. "Oh, hiya (Name). Mmm, yeah. I must've done a bit too much exercise; I got a cramp in my leg."

A shaking shiver shredded down your spine; you've had fond memories of cramps in various places all over your body. "Oh, that must suck. I hate muscle cramps."

"You're telling me. Hey (Name), can you do me a solid real quick?" questioned Lola, staring at you with her chestnut irises. "I'm gonna lay back on the bench. Just push my leg up in the air for a bit so a can stretch out this damn cramp, m'kay?"

"Uhm, uhm, okay?" you nervously answered. You weren't sure if you were the best person to ask, or if this was the best place to do it.

Nonetheless, Lola did as she had promised, lying on her back and raising her leg straight up in the air, perpendicular to the bench. "Alright," commenced the Lopunny. "Just push my leg forward."

Cautiously, you applied a bit of force to the Lopunny's leg, decreasing the angle subtended between her upper thigh and her abdomen.

"Ohhh… Ughhh, that's the spot, (Name). Just keep pushing, you're doing great." moaned Lola. Thankfully, from this perspective, she couldn't catch a view of your incredibly red face. On the other hand, you could catch a perfect view of her toned hamstrings, calves and glutes. They created an outline through her fur, that told you that her muscles weren't too big, nor were they too small. They were just the supple size for a Lopunny such a herself.

"Hey, uh… (Name)? Hello? Are you gonna push?" said Lola, reminding you of your duty. For now, you forced yourself to keep your eyes fixated… anywhere but where the normal type's emphasised curves laid.

"Of course, right!" you replied, getting a grip on her firm calf, and pushing Lola's leg toward her torso.

"Uggghhh, that's the spot, (Name). Just keep going, m'kay?" Lola moaned, her feet curling in completeness. "My thighs feel like jelly when you do that, it's amazing."

You never knew the limits to Lola's flexibility - her toes were nearly touching her forehead. You were worried that you were about to crush her, and would've stopped if the Lopunny would let you. However, you did get a good view of her backside from here, sending your hormones into a spiralling frenzy.

"Ah-AH, there it is... Ugh, that felt magical, (Name). I reckon I'd be good from now on. Thanks for the help and all." Lola chirped, looking satisfied as you let her leg go. She stood up, seeming active and alive as she bounced up and down. "Damn, (Name). It's as if you're a pro at that. Just between you and me, how well do you think you can massage someone?"

This was a real head scratcher; you had no idea how things evolved into how they are now, and you weren't exactly sure how to feel about it either. "Uhm, I guess I can massage decently?"

Lola smirked and nodded. "Right, and you're coming along to my house later today, right?"

You began to get a little wary of the Lopunny's intentions. "Uhh… Yes, I am? Why?"

Lola simply dismissed your question by shrugging her shoulders. "Oh, oh, no reason. The more the merrier, though, am I right?"

You could only push the thought into the back of your mind, and dip your head. It's not like Lola actually saw you in that kind of light. Well, that's only what you thought.

Giving you a friendly smile, Lola waved you a farewell and traversed over to the pull up bars. Barry still seemed to be talking to Ms. Easel - probably about your performance - so talking to him was a no-go. Raidon was exercising, and it would be better if you didn't interfere. However, at the back of the gym, you spotted two familiar figures: Anais and Nester. They seemed to be bickering about something, as you could tell by their body languages. At this distance, you couldn't hear what the argument was about.

Moments later, Anais stuck her nose up in the air, and stomped away from the Ninetales. You still had yet to uncover that mystery fire-type's character. Anyways, you found that Anais was actually strutting over to you by the bleachers. She angrily threw herself next to you, on the benches.

"UGH! Can you believe that douchebag?" Anais cried, her high pitched exclamation making you cringe. "Everytime we go off to make plans, he's always Sneasel-ing his way out of it!"

You most likely already knew the answer, but it was just so you could be sure: "Anais, you mean Nester Queuenuffs…? Queuenuenue? Uhhh… The Ninetales over there?"

Anais smiled, but she didn't look like she was in the mood to let out a chuckle. "Yeah, him. That pretty-boy thinks he can have anyone in the whole school! Only problem is, everyone swoons over him as well! He only wants a relationship for the sex."

You had a hard time listening while also concentrating on the Ninetales' looks from afar. Anais definitely was right. This dude was crazy handsome.

"Uh, you think so?"

"Duh, (Name). The whole world wants him down their pants only for his good looks, money, and well… The red rocket he's runnin' down South…" explained Anais. It was certainly going to take you a while to adjust to her idiolect.

"O-OH! I understand…" you muttered, a bright blush slapping your cheeks. "Although, it's better that you don't, you know… Fall victim to his… rocket?"

This time, Anais actually let out an audible chuckle. "Haha! Okay (Name), you're actually pretty funny. You know, supposedly, he's already bedded 47 different chicks! Half of them don't even go to this school. No way in the Distortion World am I gonna be number 48. I think I'd be better off going out with someone who actually cares about me, you know? Someone who doesn't just see me as some dumb sex statistic."

"Right, right." you said, making brief eye contact with the Sylveon. "Do you have anyone in mind?"

In the corner of your, you saw that Anais stared at you with her glowing light blue spheres. You didn't let her know that you had noticed, until you turned around. It was then, that she immediately found interest in looking outside the window.

"N-Not really, no…" Anais mumbled, looking a little redder than usual. "Do you?"

This one took a bit of thought and hesitation, before you went with the most safe answer.

"I'm still new here; I haven't quite met anyone that I really like, you know? At least, not yet, you know?"

"Oh. Well, I know you'll find the one. Who knows? They could be right under your nose!" Anais joked, giving you a toothy smile and a wag of her eyebrows.

"Haha! Yeah…"

Oh dear, I'm getting flashbacks back to sixteen years ago.

There was a bit of silence between you and Anais. Before it became awkward, you decided to ask the Sylveon a quick question.

"Uhm, Anais? You know Barry, your cousin, right?" you began, to which Anais nodded. "What do you think of him?"

Anais smiled, which brought upon a smile on your face as well. "Well, don't tell him any of this, because there's a reason why I treat him harshly; I really look up to him, even getting a little envious at times. He's kind, smart, athletic, rich and… peng. I just think that Barry's life is perfect, you know? But, he's so… vacuous, you know? He doesn't realise the benefits of living a life that he has. I'd never want him to take any of it for granted, so I suppose I'm a bit of an asshole towards him."

"Oh, that makes a lot of sense, though. You're a really great cousin to be looking out for him like that." you replied, rubbing your chin a little. "Barry is extremely kind, so I wouldn't want the world's materialistic values to spoil him either."

"Exactly that, (Name)! No one else, besides us of course, seems to realise it, so I take it into my own hands… er, paws, to ensure that he remains this way." boldly claimed Anais, seething with adrenaline.

"Well, I'd say, you're a really good cousin towards Barry. You know, being there to back him up and stuff" you reinstated, watching the Sylveon as she slightly moved closer to you on the bench.

Anais tilted her head at an angle and grinned. "Thanks, (Name). But, sometimes, he can be a little bit.. Ugh, you know?"

"What do you mean?" You asked, not getting what Anais was saying.

"He's just really polite all the time, right? Sometimes, it just really makes me gag. How can someone be so sweet and keep a straight face?" Anais complained, making you chuckle a little.

"Aha, well that's understandable. But, better to be polite than outright rude all the time, huh?"

Anais shrugged at your point, before looking at your left. "Well, speak of the Giratina…"

You shifted your vision to the left as well. Barry was making his way over with his usual smile on his beak. You had the chance to look the Blaziken up and down, just now noticing his turquoise-colored hoodie that covered his torso.

"Hi, (Name)! Oh, and hello Anais." Barry greeted. However, you did notice that his tone became slightly sullen when he mentioned his cousin's name. "I've got some really good news for you also, (Name)."

You wagged your head up and down, as if to gesture for the Blaziken to keep going. "What's that?"

"Well, I was chatting with Ms. Easel about your performance earlier to make the battling team. She watched over the footage of you going at it, and she said that there was no doubt that you're a natural battler!" praised Barry, pulling out a turquoise vest from behind his back. "Welcome to the team, (Name)!"

Barry held out the vest at two corners, so as it unraveled from it's folded position, you could see "(Name) (Surname)" printed on the back in a dew yellow color.

"Wow! I never knew that I'd actually make it!" you cried, hopping off the bench and clutching the vest tightly. "Thank you so much, Barry! But, uhm… What did you mean by footage of us battling? We were out in the open?"

Chuckling, Barry reached inside of his hoodie, fumbling for a bit before pulling out a small device from… wherever he kept it. It was definitely beyond you, that's for sure.

"I had this little GoProbopass concealed by my feathers while we battled. To be honest, Ms. Easel was gobsmacked, and so was I!" laughed Barry, putting the camera back where he found it. Now things began to make sense.

"Wait, so (Name) is gonna be battling with us? Barry, this team is gonna be crazy strong." Anais inputted, playfully giving you a light punch on your back. "I can tell that (Name) is a beast without even needing to see 'em battle!"

"Aha, thank you, Anais." you murmured. Your ego was being fed a lot of compliments, but you were a little anxious whether you'd be able to recreate what you did earlier against Barry.

"Of course. But, remember: Na batalha, estamos o campeões! We'll let our skills do the talking on the mat." suggested Barry, which sounded like music to your ears.

As soon as you put on your vest, with pride of course, the bell rung, and you and your peers were dismissed. You then followed Anais and Barry to the cafeteria, where you could grab something to eat. All of that hardcore training really boosted your appetite.

Once again, you saw that Barry had bagged a table without exactly getting anything to eat, so you decided to grab him some food nonetheless. You felt that being good friends with people you've been with would prove to be beneficial in the long run. Plus, they seemed like extremely nice people.

For no particular reason, while you and Anais queued up in the lunch line, you kept finding yourself glancing back at the Blaziken on his lonesome. Well, that wasn't for much longer, as a Ninetales joined Barry at the table.

"Uh… Anais? Don't look now, but that Nester guy…" you whispered, tapping the Sylveon to get her attention.

Indeed you did, as Anais' eyebrows furrowed instantly upon getting a visual on the Ninetales. Something told you that perhaps notifying Anais was not the best of ideas.

"What the…? Can that dude just piss off already? Why does he need to be hanging around our table?" spoke Anais through gritted teeth. She looked more hostile than a rabid Mightyena off it's leash.

"I get you, Anais. Maybe you could just ask him to leave?" you advised, watching Anais grab her food. "There's no point letting him get you all stressed."

Anais looked like she was about to explode, even making the Voltorb behind you sweat a little. "I know, (Name), I know. But, if you could imagine how many times I've been stood up by him, you wouldn't want to talk to him either."

You huffed, but nodded anyways. You could only wait and see how it will soon unfold. Once you grabbed your crêpes along with some Leppa berry juice and extra salad for Barry, you trekked back to the table that had Nester, sitting menacingly comfortably. From what you could remember, Barry and Nester were good friends, so it was no wonder why Nester would be coming to talk with him.

You sat down next to Barry, and across from Nester. Unfortunately, this meant that Anais had to sit on the same side as Nester. Thankfully, she did so without a fuss, but you saw the massive gap between the two to be a tad bit ridiculous.

Nester looked at you, next Anais, then back to you. He gave you a very toothy smirk, before opening his mouth. "Hey, (Name). What's up?"

His low and gruff, yet seductive voice sent shivers down your spine, and all over your body. You couldn't even find the will to pick up your crêpe anymore.

"I, uh… Uh… I'm f-fine, thank you."

(Name)! Get a hold of yourself! It's only one guy, and he's got you losing your cool!

Well to be fair, I'd definitely be a trembling mess in front of him too. Don't feel bad. Oh, also, I've heard that he's like, at least 9 inches. Now, let's not even get started on his girt-

NOT HELPING!

Nester rested an elbow on the table, giving Anais a cold shoulder, and seeming to give you most of his attention. Half of you wanted this, but the other half was screaming for you to tell him to get the heck out of here for the sake of Anais.

"That's real good to hear, (Name)." the Ninetales spoke, flicking his brows up and down to get you red in your cheeks. Unfortunately, for a peach like yourself, it did work. "Although I can't stop staring at your amazing eyes, I've noticed that you're a bit red there… Are you hot at all?"

"N-N-No, I'm juh-just fine, thank you." you mustered, now putting a shaky hand on your crêpe.

This was when you saw Anais slam her paws on the table. "Okay Nester, are you fucking me right now? Are you seriously trying to flirt with (Name)? How about you do us all a favour and leave?! There's no way that (Name) would even think about going out with you."

Nester put up his paws in his defence. "Anais, I have no idea what you're talking about. Just calm down."

"Calm down?!" screamed Anais, hitting the table so hard that your drink nearly spilled over. "Are you actually broken? How can you say that, when you try to fuck everyone you meet!?"

This is where the Blaziken next to you had to intervene, because things were getting a bit too intense for anyone's liking, especially your own. Anais' derogatory and colorful language was unlike anything you've ever heard before.

"Anais, Anais! Please, calm down!" yelped Barry. However, by the way Anais glared at Nester, you could see that Barry's pleas came in one ear and went out the other.

"Then what, Nester? You treat them as an actual person? Of course not! You go and dump 'em in your trashcan of people who've been your personal cock-sleeve!" yelled Anais, who was getting increasingly louder and louder as her rage built on. "And to think, you tried to do that with me! You're sick! Sick in the your head!"

Other people began to look over at your table, giving you and your posse unwanted attention. Nester looked as calm as ever, amid all of this drama, still with his paws up.

"Listen, Anais. You're just overreacting. I think you should take some time to chill out." cooly spoke the Ninetales, waving his bangs out of the way of his line of sight.

From what you saw, something like snapped within Anais' mental state, as she just stopped talking all of a sudden. She became a statue with eyes that pierced the Ninetales' skin. On your inside, you were afraid to what the Sylveon was about to do next.

Immediately, Barry stood up and dived over the table, tackling a resistant Anais to the ground.

"BARRÁGAN BURSYAMO! GET OFF ME, OR I SWEAR...!" bellowed Anais, who was being forcefully restrained by the Blaziken. You saw Barry, in the middle of the scuffle, crane his neck to Nester.

"Nester, leave! Go!" shouted the Blaziken, who then resumed holding down the Sylveon.

Meanwhile, Nester shrugged, and pulled his gaze back to your own two eyes. You could feel yourself melting in place. "Oh well. I'll be seeing you very soon, (Name)."

Nester stepped off the bench, walking past you to exit the cafeteria. However, you felt 5 tails caress your backside as he walked past you, inducing a unintentional moan out of you. You could've sworn you heard the Ninetales chuckle after that. You couldn't help but blush out of embarrassment at what had just happened.

When Nester left the cafeteria, you regained your bearings, and switched your attention to the brawling cousins across from you. You got up and strutted over to Anais and Barry, the former showing less will to oppose Barry's forces.

"Anais, I know you're angry, but please listen to me." you said in a soft tone, attempting to calm the raging Sylveon verbally. "He's gone now, and he's not going to hurt you, or anyone else anymore. There's no point being so aggravated anymore."

Finally, Anais stopped moving, sighing in defeat.

"Alright, alright. I overreacted, I'm sorry." huffed Anais. "I was about to kill him, though. You should've let me, Barry, ya buzzkill. Also, stop straddling me, it's weird."

Barry nervously snickered, getting up and helping the Sylveon back on her four paws. You were now under the impression that Anais was back to normal. It was a good thing that you were friends with her.

"Sorry, Anais. But, I don't want anyone getting hurt, whether that be you, Nester, (Name), or anyone else. Please try and avoid Nester from now on, okay?"

You got a warm feeling in your heart as Barry conversed with his cousin; it was the perfect example of a brother-sister relationship, which was absolutely adorable in your eyes. For only a moment, you wondered how well the Blaziken could handle children. Then again, how well could Anais handle a child? So many questions, so little time.

"Yeah, yeah, okay Barry." nonchalantly replied Anais. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom, guys. If I don't catch you before school ends, I'll see you outside the gates for our meet-up, m'kay?"

Both you and Barry nodded in unison, before bidding the Sylveon a brief farewell. Barry then counted two digits on his talons, before turning to you.

"Well (Name), it's only a matter of approximately two minutes before Anais actually finds Nester to beat up on him again. Because, you know, she's not going to the bathroom." explained Barry. You did find it cute how despite what Anais told you earlier today, it was as if Barry was really the one looking out for her. "Sorry, but I'll have to meet up with you later, (Name). By the way, sorry about Anais' and her temper. She's very… passionate."

You laughed heartily, before shaking you head. "Don't worry, Barry, I understand perfectly. I'll see you soon."

Barry left the cafeteria, leaving you on your own.

Well? Those crêpes aren't going to eat themselves.

Yeah, the upload times are potato, aren't they? Sorry about that. Anyway, thanks for reading this chapter. Feel free to leave a review; I'd love to know what you thought of this chapter. Constructive criticism is always appreciated!

Aha! You thought I forgot? Credz! Credz! Credz to DegenerateFluffington for beta-reading this one. Go check out his stories, if you please!

-Luanastar