Training Isn't Just for Moemon Ch. 4
Calling out a Zigzagoon, I could see the woman's bright red cheeks peering shyly from the wide brim of her hat. In a way, she kind of reminded me of May, but if she were far more timid. "I'm C-cindy," she stammered.
"Vulpus," I replied. "It's a pleasure, Cindy. I promise, I won't let Clotho hurt your Zigzagoon too badly, okay?"
"O-okay," she smiled sheepishly. It immediately seemed to lift a weight from her shoulders. I had to admit, it was always sad that some trainers went all out with their Moemon. I never enjoyed the thought of killing them unless I absolutely had to. "Go, Zigzagoon! Tackle!"
She lanced forward towards Clotho in a blur, and again the cocooned Moemon found itself on its back. The Zigzagoon draped itself on top of Clotho, a smug grin on her face. I had to admit, I was getting sick of watching Moemon do nothing but tackle my own to the ground. Didn't they have any sort of creativity in their techniques? "Clotho, show it why you should ask before hugging strangers," I commented.
The Zigzagoon looked up at me confused, mirroring its owner until Clotho drove her tiny barbed fists upward into its stomach, injecting it with the potent venom. It let out a shrill cry, leaping off in surprise as Clotho stood up, dusting herself off. "Bad," she lectured the now woozy Zigzagoon. "No touching."
"Zigzagoon, what's wrong?" Cindy asked. "Are you okay?"
"Sick," she replied weakly.
"Sick?"
I sighed. This girl didn't know much about Moemon it seemed. "My Clotho is able to shoot poisonous barbs. I've seen your tackle strategy dozens of times now. All it does is leave your Moemon vulnerable to a counter attack. Speaking of which, Clotho, let her have it."
Clotho nodded, raising her small hands as her barbs began to fire in a volley at Zigzagoon. She moved quickly, her speed allowing her to dodge my Silcoon's attacks as she made a serpentine path towards her. "Zigzagoon, use Silcoon's rags to bind her hands. Make sure she can't use her barbs!"
It let out a bark to show it understood, diving beneath the steady stream of needles before grasping one of the silken tendrils that hung from her wrists and binding her with them. Clotho let out a cry of surprise as she was brought to the ground, her face in the dirt and her rear up in the air. She was about to be defeated.
"Clotho, find a way to get out of those clothes! You're making yourself vulnerable!" I called to her, causing all parties present to look at me in shock. "It's not like that," I snapped. "I'm just trying to give her advice."
Clotho's eyes seemed to shine as the rags became thicker and thicker. They wrapped around her, hardening their texture to shield her from the now repetitive attacks of the Zigzagoon. "Master," she cried out from inside.
This had gone on long enough, I had to put a stop to this. "Don't worry Clotho, I'll send out Toasty and he'll…" my words faded away as the back of her cocoon began to crack open. Seeing a weak point, Cindy's Moemon leapt into the air, intending to crash down on her spine.
She seemed as shocked as I was by the incredibly violent maneuver, but before the Zigzagoon could strike the coup de grace, two brilliant wings flashed outwards from the crack, sending it flailing to the ground.
The shell began to fall apart as the wings spread, and Clotho fluttered into the air, her eyes bright and fierce. She was alive, and she'd evolved again! Already? "Master, I can handle this," she promised. "There is no need for you to call in reinforcements." Apparently, she'd also become far more vocal as well. "I don't appreciate you trying to kill me," she informed the racoon girl. "Maybe I should pay you back."
"No, wait!" Cindy cried, just as Clotho released two beams of crimson energy from her brilliant wings. This time, Zigzagoon wasn't fast enough to dodge, and it found itself quickly losing energy as Clotho absorbed it from her body.
It was the same move that Tiana's Shroomish had used on me. This was insane! I'd never seen any of my pokemon use a move like this before. How had Clotho become so powerful under my nose?
"Please," Cindy begged me. "Make her stop! Don't let her kill Zigzagoon!"
Hearing her please, Clotho's wings ceased to glow with their bright energy, causing the girl to collapse to the ground in a heap, breathing heavily. Floating closer to the two of us, she moved between me and Cindy. "Train your Moemon to behave better, or next time I may not be so kind," she uttered menacingly.
"Clotho," I lectured, causing her to flinch in surprise. "You need to be polite," I instructed her. "I know you're powerful, you don't have to prove it by being a bully, understand?"
"Master?"
"Apologize to Cindy."
She hesitated at first, completely stunned by the command she'd been given. "Sorry," she finally surrendered, perching herself on my shoulder. Finished with her wings, they furled around her into a beautiful dress. "I'm just very protective of my Master. The last time we had a battle with a woman, she tried to attack him directly."
"I-I see," Cindy stuttered nervously. "I w-won't hurt him, I p-p-promise."
"There, see? Cindy's our friend. There's no need to be worried about her." Looking to Cindy I smiled. "I think it's safe to say the match is over. How's Zigzagoon? Is she okay?"
"She should be fine," Clotho grumbled under her breath. "I didn't even attack her that hard."
Reaching into my pouch, I offered Cindy a Pecha Berry. "Here, this should make her feel better until you can get to a Moemon Center." Her eyes never leaving Clotho, she hesitantly took it and went to give it to her Moemon.
Returning it to the safety of its pokeball, she returned closer. "Erm...Clotho?" she asked, addressing the butterfly girl on my shoulder. "I just wanted to say, I think you look really pretty. I'm sorry Zigzagoon scared you. I'll talk to her, I promise. I don't want anyone else getting hurt, okay? Please don't be mad at me."
Readjusting her new wings, Clotho nodded. "Okay, I forgive you."
That made Cindy smile brightly before bowing to say farewell. "Hey, before you go. What was all that fortune stuff you were talking about before the match?" I asked.
She turned a bright red. "Oh...yeah. My fortune told me, I'd meet a star-crossed lover here. I thought it was you, but...maybe you're star-crossed with someone else," she giggled nervously.
"Well, if you do ever want to talk again, my data should be in your pokegear, right? Just call me if you need me."
"Oh, okay," she answered.
As she left, I turned to look at Clotho who still had her eyes averted from mine. She wasn't too happy that I'd shouted at her. Without a thought, I reached up to her and scratched the hair on her head, causing her to instantly smile and purr. "Star-crossed lover, huh? Do you believe in that sort of thing, Clotho?"
"You named me after a weaver of fate, right? How can I not?" she playfully answered, nuzzling against me. "All I know is, I love you, Master. Do you love me too?"
"Of course," I laughed. "I love you very much, Clotho. Now let's go to the woods. We have some more training to do, right? Artemis will have to catch up if she wants to be as strong as you are."
Clotho has undergone metamorphosis and evolved into Beautifly!Deciding to allow Clotho to observe, I summoned Artemis from her pokeball. "Hello, Artemis. Are you ready to start your training?" I asked. She looked up at me, then turned to look at the now entrancing Clotho.
Slowly she nodded her head. "Speak when Master speaks to you," Clotho ordered, causing me to give her a sideways glance. "Sorry," she whispered, falling silent again.
"Y-yes. Am r-ready."
"Excellent. We'll start with the basics. Let's take a look around and see if we can find any opponents for you to test yourself against." No sooner had I spoken that I was approached by another trainer, seeking to test out his newly caught Wurmples. He had quite a few of them, as well.
Artemis, as it turns out, lived up to her name sake. She dove and swooped at an unbelievable speed, causing the bug Moemon to immediately go diving for their trainer's pokeball for safety.
Watching her movements was absolutely stunning. It made me wonder how it was that she actually hadn't managed to scoop up Clotho in her first try. The pokedex had mentioned that Taillow's aren't as effective when they are hungry. Maybe it had something to do with her sloppy performance upon our first meeting.
Moving forward, I was approached by a man asking if I'd seen any Shroomish in my travels. Just as I was about to speak, however, another man showed up wearing a blue bandana and a stern look on his face. "Hey! Are you just going to stand around forever?" he asked of the man with me. "I've been waiting for you to fall into my ambush for a freaking twenty minutes! Screw it, I know you're a researcher from Devon! Now hand over your papers and you may get out of this alive!"
Tossing out a pokeball, a fierce looking Poochyena appeared, letting out a low growl as it moved towards the man. "Artemis, go," I ordered, stepping between the two of them. "I won't let you hurt this man."
"Don't interfere kid," he growled. "This isn't any of your business! Team Aqua doesn't show any mercy to the likes of you or your Moemon, so unless you want to throw away your life, I'd recommend backing away while I'm still in a good mood."
Kid?! My eyes flared up as Artemis spread her wings high up above. "I was going to make you the same offer. Too bad you just pissed me off!" I snarled. With a wave of my hand, Artemis spiraled downward, slamming her pointed beak-like weapon into the Poochyena's flesh.
Tearing it out roughly, she immediately fluttered to the ground, dripping blood from her beak. Poochyena seemed completely stunned by the sudden turn of events. She'd managed to get just inches from his heart. A little to the left and it'd be dead.
"You damned brat! That was a dirty trick!"
"You want to talk dirty, you slime?!" I snapped. "You were about to ambush a defenseless man! I don't care who you are or what you want! Once Artemis is done with your Moemon, she's coming after you. And believe me, no one escapes the Goddess of Hunters."
The fierceness in my words made him take a nervous step back. If he ran, that'd be the end of him. I swore it. I would still spare that Poochyena, all he had to do was surrender. But if he ran and abandoned his Moemon...as if to collaborate my thoughts, the grunt turned and ran as fast as he could through the woods, leaving Poochyena terrified for his own life.
That bastard. "Artemis, give him the Prometheus treatment," I instructed her, causing her to once more take flight. She raced through the trees, over the head of Poochyena who had ducked for cover.
After a short while, the man's screams could be heard echoing in the forest, before they suddenly fell short. When she finally returned to me, my Taillow's hands were covered in blood, and I knew it was the last I'd seen of that man.
"Oh my God, you just killed him!" the researcher cried behind me. Turning back to face him, I let out a sigh. "Oh no...please! Don't kill me!"
"Calm down, I'm not killing you. I don't think you understand. That man was after your head. Whatever it was he wanted from you, he was willing to murder you for it. Believe me, the world's better off without him." Moving to the wounded Poochyena's side, I quickly bandaged it up and sprayed it with a potion to make sure it'd stay alive. "Take him to a Moemon center. He didn't deserve this," I stated to the researcher, putting him in his arms.
The man was absolutely stunned by my words, unsure if he should be more shaken by the calmness I felt from having murdered another man, or the fact that I just placed a dying Moemon in his arms and told him to get help.
"Master," Artemis called up, fluttering to my other shoulder. "I found this."
Handing me the paper I scanned it for a moment, looking it over. But this...Team Aqua was up to something in Rustboro, according to the information. "Thank you," I answered to her. "Go find a spring and wash your hands, okay? I don't want you reeking of blood."
"Yes sir," she replied taking flight once more.
"Do you know of anything important in Rustboro?" I asked the man, showing him the letter. "Team Aqua, the group that your attacker belonged to, is planning something there. Do you know anything at all about them?"
He shook his head quickly. "No, I don't. Even still, I need to report this to my boss at Devon. This is most troubling." He began to hurry off before pausing and turning back to look at me. "Out of curiosity, what should I tell the police? Not that I'm ungrateful to you, but if someone finds a body in these woods…"
"Once you drop off the Moemon, go and tell them what happened. Just say that a wild Taillow saw you and attacked him. For all we know, the man may still be alive. The Prometheus treatment just involves tearing off a piece of his liver. They may even be able to save him, but who would believe the word of an admitted murderer over that of a scientific researcher?"
"Oh...okay," he whispered, before stopping once more. "Here, for saving me." Tossing me the Great Ball, I looked down at it in surprise. When I looked up, he was gone.
"Master?"
"Yes Clotho?" I asked, looking to her. "Is something troubling you?"
"Why did you stop me from killing that Zigzagoon, but didn't stop Artemis from killing that other man? Is it because you like her more than me?"
"Of course not," I replied. "Clotho, Moemon do as they're told, right? As far as I'm concerned there aren't 'bad' Moemon, just bad people who make them do the wrong thing. Cindy wasn't a bad person, she just lost control for a moment."
"But...if she lost control, doesn't that make her bad at being a trainer?"
"Do you think I'm a bad trainer for losing control of Karumi?" I asked, causing her to fall silent. "I know it's hard to understand," I continued. "Believe me, I blame myself quite a bit for what happened to Karumi. But the only way I can stay sane is to promise I'll do better, and to stop people who intentionally put their Moemon in lethal danger, only to turn and abandon them, from doing the same again. I told Artemis to attack that man because he ditched Poochyena. Cindy stayed with her Zigzagoon. See the difference?"
"I think so," she admitted. "Even still, I hope you don't stop paying attention to me and give it all to Artemis. I know she's a lot stronger than I am, even now. She moved so fast in her training, I could never be like that."
"Hey, don't beat yourself up," I whispered to her, pulling her from my shoulder and cradling her in my arms. "All Moemon are different. Artemis is strong and fast, true, but you have your strengths and skills. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I promise you, when we get to Rustboro, you'll see what I mean. Roxanne raises rock-type Moemon, which Artemis is incredibly weak against. As a bug type, so are you. But there are other types of pokemon you're good against that are very strong against Artemis."
"R-really?"
"Really," I promised. "Artemis would have struggled against that Shroomish you stopped from hurting me. I love all of you, so don't think that you can ever be replaced."
"Yes, Master," she replied before giving a yawn. It had begun to grow late, which meant that up ahead, May was probably already waiting for me to get to the city. "Master, I'm sleepy."
"I know," I answered. "I'll put you in your ball for a bit, okay? Get some sleep."
"Good night, Master," she purred, placing a kiss on my cheek before digitizing into her pokeball once more. Once Artemis came back, I gently ruffled her feathers to tell her good work, before setting off again to explore the forest. I'd give it another few minutes before I got to Rustboro. There wasn't any hurry to challenge the gym. It could always wait for a day or two.
Just as I reached the end of the forest's path, however, I suddenly could see, poking out of the dirt, the small face of a Shroomish, staring up at me curiously. Remembering the ferocity of Tiana's I knew it would make a valuable addition to the team.
"Artemis," I whispered. "Do you see the Shroomish there?"
"Yes."
"I want you to swoop down and gently pluck him from the ground. Take him about fifteen feet up and drop him. I don't want him too badly hurt, just dazed enough that I can capture him. Understand?"
Without another word, she took in a flurry of colorful feathers. Before the Shroomish could react, she followed through with my plan, pulling him from the ground as he squealed and struggled before dropping him to the earth with a groan.
Preparing my pokeball, I threw it, able to strike him just so and after a few moments, he too had fallen under the influence of the command matrix. "Do...good?" she struggled.
"Yes, you did perfect," I told her. "Thank you for your help." Reigning in my impulse to name the Shroomish something stupid like Fun Guy, I began to brain storm a good name for him. Shroomish evolved into the kangaroo like Breloom. Maybe I could do something to work with that. Unable to think of anything clever, I finally decided that I'd just call him Wallaby.
Wallaby hops into battle!Species: Shroomish Gender: Male Caught in Pedalburg Forest
Grass Type
Ability: Effect Spore - Leaves Spores on contact
Gentle Nature
Starting Stats: Level 7
HP: 25/25 Sp. Atk: 11 Attack: 11 Sp. Def: 16 Defense: 13 Speed: 11
Moves: Absorb (S), Tackle (T), Stun Spore (S)
After squaring all of my Moemon into their balls, I let out a tired sigh. I'd managed to pick up some flowers for May at a small shop just South of the city, hoping to add a bit of romance to our encounter.
Checking my pokegear, I found that she'd already texted me with a room number at the hotel. The picture she included with it was one that immediately made blood rush to my extremities. She was laying on the bed seductively, her head back and lips pursed slightly. Her blouse was undone just enough that I could see the curves of her silken breasts, pressed together with one arm just for my viewing pleasure.
The naughty minx would definitely be getting it tonight, I decided. Leaving the Moemon Center, I quickly made my way to the room. Placing my ear against the door, I could hear her soft moans. The door was already slightly cracked, showing that her shyness was fading in lieu of her excitement for more of my training.
Slipping in, I silently closed the door behind me. Her eyes were closed, and as she had been instructed, she was fingering herself. She was moving so slowly, but I could see by her bare glistening flesh that it was done out of need to obey and not because she wished to draw it out. "V-vulpus," she moaned softly. "Please, yes! Right there! It feels wonderful."
She was fantasizing about me as well? The very thought of it had me aroused to an uncomfortable point. I took my time to slip out of my clothes, stroking myself to full hardness silently as I watched her unknowingly put on a show for me. When I was finally ready, I grinned. "Color me impressed."
She let out a surprised cry as she sat up, only to see it was me, causing her heart rate to slowly plummet back down to where it had been. "God damn it! You scared me!"
"Such language," I teased her, moving to slip into the bed beside her. "Sorry I scared you. But you know you don't ever have to be frightened. I'd never let something happen to my personal cum dumpster. These are for you, by the way."
Taking the bouquet I offered, she held them to her nose sniffing them before grinning. Placing them on the nightstand beside her, she pressed her lips against mine in a loving kiss. "Thank you, Master," she purred. "I've been fingering myself like you told me to. I still haven't cum once yet."
"Good girl," I complimented, kissing her throat gently.
"Did you remember to get condoms, Master?" she gasped, running her hand through my hair. "I wanted to get some myself but, I'm afraid I was too shy. Please forgive me."
"It's okay," I whispered. "We have no need of them tonight."
"We don't?" she pouted. "But, I thought…"
I hushed her with another kiss. "You're not ready for that just yet. You still have plenty of training left. First things first, it's time to review what you learned last time." I could sense the disappointment rolling off of her, but I simply ran my fingers down her bare spine. "Don't worry, I promise there will be more to it this time around. Go ahead and begin. Take it as slow as you need to."
"Yes, Master," she murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear before bending over and taking my cock into her mouth. I watched her for a while, stroking her hair to signal when she was doing exceptionally well, and giving small criticisms when she needed them, not that that occurred often. May seemed like a natural the way she was able to push herself deeper and deeper.
"Good cum dumpster," I groaned, leaning my head back against the headboard. "You're doing so well, I'm almost worried you've been practicing on another man." Her eyes went to me, a look of concern in her eyes, but I banished them by guiding her a bit lower onto my shaft. "Don't worry, I don't think you did. I was just teasing you, my pet. Anyway, now for your training."
My hand stroked her hair once more before trailing down her back to move past her rear, and finally run my fingertips over her damp snatch. Giving a pleased moan around my shaft, I teased her pussy, feeling the moistness she'd caused dripping from her.
"I'm going to start fingering you," I explained. "But you have to keep going while I do, understand? No matter how good it feels or how much your body craves release, you will keep still and continue sucking like a good girl."
She let out another moan to show she understood, and so I decided to start her off slowly. The warm-up I'd had her do worked perfectly. As two of my fingers slid inside of her to caress her hot core, she barely even flinched. She'd been working herself long enough that she was already resistant to the oh so gentle touches I was providing.
Her soft lips continued to slowly bob up and down my flesh as I slid in another finger, this time causing her to let out a low groan of excitement and spread her legs a little wider for me. Even still, she seemed to be completely in control.
I had to find a way to shake her. I wanted her to hum prayers into my dick that I'd finally let her experience release. And so, after pumping into her a few more times, I allowed one finger to reach up and press itself against her clit.
This time, I got the reaction I was hoping for. Her back arched as her muffled squeals escaped her throat, only to be replaced by my cock when she realized that she'd paused momentarily. I was impressed by how devoted she was to these studies we had.
Her body's thrashing began to calm after a few moments, her rhythmic breathing returning. She was adjusting quickly it seemed, so when I pulled my hand away, leaving her once more with only two fingers, she gave a disappointed sigh.
It wouldn't last long, however, as I used one of my still moist digits to press into her rectum. At first, the shock caused her to choke down on my cock, her entire body tensing up in resistance.
But as I continued to force my finger inside of her, that resistance turned to excitement, and now her muscles clenched not to repel me, but to pull me further inside. A drop of sweat dripped from her forehead as she slurped more of her saliva from my manhood.
She was absolutely soaked now as I began to pump in and out of both of her holes. She was loving every second of this, as could be seen by the way she desperately swirled her tongue around my shaft. She was trying to make me cum so that I'd do the same for her!
"Not so fast, little slut," I moaned. "I'm not ready to cum yet. You're going to have to slow down if you want me to agree to letting you cum for me." Her troubled moans only served to excite me greatly as she reluctantly did as commanded. "That's better. Now, let's see if I can find something that will really make you squirm."
Her breathing became heavy in anticipation as I slipped my knuckle into her tight asshole, spreading it a little further apart. Meanwhile, in her pussy, my middle finger was able to locate the small nub I was seeking: her g-spot.
Pressing against it sent her into a blissful frenzy as her arms gave out, causing her to sink all the way down onto my cock so that the musky scent of my crotch was now flooding her nostrils.
She took deep breaths, wanting to become drunk from the scent as I continue to torture her by caressing the one spot that would make her do anything I wanted. She let out pitiful moans into my flesh, causing me to move faster and sending her body into uncontrollable spasms as she used all of her will to prevent herself from cumming on my fingers. "I'm sorry, did you have something you wanted to say, cum dumpster? I know you may not want to, but you'll have to take my cock out of your mouth if you want to talk."
With a deep gasp, she pulled from my tip. "Please Master, I'm begging you! Please, let me cum! I'll do anything, I swear! I'll suck you off every night for the rest of my life, just please, please, please, let me cum!"
Now we were talking. "Every night may be a bit excessive," I mused, using my free hand to guide her back onto my cock. It took almost no effort at all for her to switch between panting and sucking the moment my tip brushed along her tongue. "But are you sure you reeeally want to cum?"
She let out a pleading moan of affirmation to say she was sure. I repeated my question again, causing her to give another, even more emphatic moan.
"Well, everyone knows that sluts don't get to cum before their Master does. Be good and get me off, then you have my permission to cum for me."
Immediately, she began bobbing quickly up and down my shaft, taking it as far into her throat as she could before pulling back slurping solely on the sensitive tip. She was repeating the process over and over again as I gave her g-spot a slight pinch that made her double her efforts even more so than she had before.
Now she was cramming my cock down her throat, humming and slurping and sucking desperately as her entire body shook and trembled beneath her. She wouldn't be able to resist for long. Then again, I wasn't either.
My hips raised slightly as my free hand held her into my crotch, a moan escaping both of our lips as I once again pumped load after load down her throat and into her stomach. Immediately after I felt her muscles caress my tip with her swallowing, I felt her body tighten around my fingers, waves of femcum flooding my hand to pool on the sheets beneath her.
Her beautiful blue eyes had rolled back in her head as she experienced the orgasm of a lifetime, until at last she collapsed in a heap, breathing heavily through her nose as I slowly pulled my fingers from her.
Having started to regain herself, she finished cleaning my cock with her tongue before sitting up to cuddle with me. "Hold on," I instructed, causing her to freeze. "One last step," I promised, placing the fingers now drenched with her cum to her lips."
At first, she kept them clamped tightly shut, before I whispered in her ear. "Don't forget, you said you'd do anything to cum. Well, you can start by licking yourself off of your Master's fingers."
She shyly turned a bright red, knowing that I was now the one completely pulling the puppet strings. She had cum so hard, she was still dripping from her pussy as her tongue slowly ran along my fingers. Taking my wrist in her hands, she one by one, lowered her lips down each individual digit, sucking them clean as if they were miniature cocks, eager to taste them.
Reaching the last one, she let out a whorish moan as she finished cleaning it before releasing it from her soft lips. "Great work, my pet," I purred to her, pulling her close. "Though, I'm sorry to say, I lied. I do have one more thing I need from you."
"M-master?" she gasped, as I pulled her close to me, pressing her soft body against mine. Without a word, I tilted her chin up towards me and kissed her passionately.
"You have to lay here beside me for the rest of the night."
Game saved…(To Be Continued)