Training Isn't Just for Moemon: Electric Boogaloo Ch. 4
By the time we'd managed to reach the end of the forest, we were pretty exhausted. Every few dozen paces, some other kid would pop out of the ground and say we were scaring away all of the bugs. Odd, since we kept discovering more of them to train on. Trixie, as it turns out, was a natural at combat.
She'd simply destroy the bugs with her flames, and the more I watched her, the more beautiful she seemed to become. She was not the only one who noticed either. "She's pretty amazing, huh?" Darwin noted, sitting beside me.
"I'll say. We've been friends for as long as I can remember, but she's never been the sort to need protecting. If Chad was ever messing with us, she'd always be the one to sock him in the nose. I've always wanted to keep her safe...but it seems like the only thing I can do is hide from the back and watch her take care of it all."
"So...you gonna hit that?"
"Sorry?"
"Oh come on. Don't tell me you don't want to. You've been staring at her tail all day."
"That's just because she's standing in front of me!" I protested. "Besides, she doesn't see me like that. We're just friends."
"Well, then I'm going to give it a shot."
I turned my head to glare at him. "No."
"Well, if you're not going to, I don't see any reason why I can't."
"Maybe you didn't hear me clearly. I said, 'No.'"
"So, what, she turned you down, so no one else can have her? Is she just supposed to be lonely the rest of her life on your say-so?"
"Even if she doesn't need me to...I'm still going to protect her. That includes from people like you who only want her for her body."
"As opposed to you?"
"Yes. As opposed to me. I love her, and you could never hope to understand the way I feel about her."
"Couldn't hope to understand what?" Trixie asked behind me, having returned from her training session. My face went pale as Darwin just smirked at me. That tricky son of a bitch. He did all of that on purpose!
"Why pokemon always seem to have clothes," I laughed nervously. "I mean, it's odd isn't it? You're all always wearing the same outfit as the other pokemon of the same kind. I mean, it's not like you're born with them, right?"
"Well...actually, we kind of are," she corrected. "I've had this dress on since I was hatched. I mean, we develop still, but the clothes grow with us. Then, once we're at a certain age, we just...you know...stop. Until we evolve at least, and then our clothes transform with us." She considered it for a moment. "I wonder what our clothes are actually made of. Maybe fur?"
"Smoothe recovery, chief," Darwin whispered in my ear. "Are we about ready to go to the gym now? I'm getting bored! I want to fight something!"
"We've been training all day," I pointed out, ignoring his first statement. "Even still, I don't think we're ready to take on Brock. Besides, Serqet needs more training. I'm curious what her limits are now that she's evolved."
"Well, you know there are trainers we can fight at the gym other than the gym leader, right?" Trixie stated. "Why don't we see how she fares against one of them?"
"Actually, that's not a bad idea," I agreed. "All right. Let's head to Pewter city then. We'll see how it goes there."
When we finally emerged from the forest, it was early afternoon. We still had time before the gym closed, so Trixie and I decided that we'd stop for some food. Darwin's words were still echoing in my head. Was I really so jealous that I'd keep her from being happy?
"Hey, Trixie?" I said softly.
"Hmm?"
"Are you...happy?"
She tilted her head in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, are you happy? I guess I never really thought about it, since you've always been with Mom and me, but I didn't know if you were happy being with us. I mean, it's not like you could have left before, but now that we're out here…"
Trixie's features suddenly became more serious. "What are you trying to say Renard?" she asked nervously.
"Well...I…" Her eyes began to glisten as she covered her face with her hands. She was starting to cry now, and I was scared to death she'd start a scene in the middle of the restaurant. "Hey, hey. Shh. Don't cry, please? If you don't want to stay, that's fine. I just wanted to make sure that…"
"Why would you even ask that?" she sobbed. "Of course I want to stay with you!"
"Okay, okay. I believe you," I urged her. "Please, don't be upset. I don't want you to be upset. It was just a question, honest!"
"Do you not want me around anymore?"
"What?! Of course I do! I was asking because you seemed unhappy lately, so I wanted to just double check and…" I paused for a moment before shaking my head. "Look, just pretend I didn't ask okay? I didn't mean it."
"I'll try," she murmured, her eyes still full of tears.
"Let's umm...just finish eating, then we'll train more, okay? We can talk about this tonight at the pokemon center."
"You do want me around, don't you Renard? I'm only doing this for you."
"What? What does that mean?"
"I umm...I didn't want to have to fight or anything. I was happy just being with you. I know you want to see your dad, that's why I'm training so hard."
"Trixie, you don't have to do that. If you don't want to fight, you should have said so. I don't mind just bringing you with me. Let the other pokemon fight. That's not why I keep you around."
"Why do you keep me around?"
"Because I love you, obviously!" Her cheeks turned scarlet from my sudden declaration, and now I was feeling flustered. "I mean, we're best friends! You're practically my sister. We're family, so I'm not going to just keep you around because I think you'll be useful."
For a moment, she didn't say anything and then she gave a playful snort.
"What? What's so funny?" I demanded.
"Nothing," she giggled. "You just really scared me for a moment there. I thought you were talking about releasing me into the wild."
"What?! No way!"
"Yeah. I thought you were trying to get rid of me!"
"I told you before I wouldn't do that."
"I know but people change their minds, right?"
"Not about that, I wouldn't. It'd be like you changing your mind about last night."
The laughter stopped then. She bit her lip. "Well...it could happen," she admitted sheepishly. "Maybe it'll just take me more convincing is all."
"Really? I thought you said it was just a game."
"I told you before I didn't mean that, Renard. Why are you still hanging onto that?"
"It really hurt me," I explained. "Among other things…"
"Well, whatever those 'other things' are, you don't have to worry about them. Just ignore everything I said last night. From now on, we look to the future, okay? No more dwelling on the past, this conversation included."
"Deal," I agreed in relief.
After we finished eating, we visited the gym, only to find that it was practically empty. On top of a rock, a man sat, hands in his lap and eyes closed in meditation. I could only assume he was Brock, given that he was placed at a higher position than the one other member.
Walking up to the boy, I cleared my throat. "Excuse me, would you be willing to…"
"Hmmph. You want to challenge this gym?" he scoffed. "Don't make me laugh."
"Well, actually…"
"You're still ten thousand light years from facing Brock!" With that, he drew his pokeball and readied himself for battle. Looked like I was getting the fight I wanted anyway. "Go, Geodude!"
The man in dark gray robes and with two braids in his hair stood there, ready to fight. Well if that's how he wanted to fight, I could do that. "Go, Serqet!"
The kakuna landed on the ground smartly, her stinger twitching in anticipation. "Geodude, Tackle!"
"Serqet, Poison sting!"
Geodude grabbed her and hoisted her into the air. She stung at him wildly, trying her best to defend herself, but her stinger wasn't sharp enough to be able to penetrate his thick gray hide. When he slammed her down, she winced, but got back up.
"Geodude, again!"
Once more, he knocked her off of her feet, this time slamming her against the wall before backing away, leaving her in a crumpled heap. Her hoop skirt was bent up, and she had a bit of blood oozing from her lip. "Get up, Serqet! Stand your ground and wait for command!"
She nodded, obediently getting back to her feet and preparing herself. "Moron! You're just going to make her stand there? Geodude, crush her like the insect she is!"
"Steady," I murmured. "Hold on, just a bit more…" Geodude was fully charging her. I could see her bracing herself for pain before I called out. "Now! Serqet, use Harden!" Her eyes shined fiercely as she suddenly erupted in chitinous plates that protected her like a thick wall of armor.
Geodude slammed into her, hitting her into the wall, but her armor held. Yes! Now he'd just wear himself out and then…CRACK! I watched in shock as her shell began to form hairline fractures in it. Oh no. "Again!" CRACK! "Again!" CRACK! The Geodude wasn't even slowing down. He was just demolishing her. I had to put a stop to this!
"Darwin, go!" I cried, calling him out. "Use low kick!"
"Right!" The mankey rushed forward. Geodude managed to turn just in time to see him hurl himself into the air to throw a drop kick into his shins and topple him over. "Hooha! You want to fight, fight me!"
"Geodude, tackle!"
"Darwin, finish him off! Karate Chop!"
Bringing his hand down as hard as he could, his strike hit Geodude right on his thick helmet. There was a resounding crack as the enemy pokemon froze. Like two pieces of a watermelon, his helmet fell from his head, a small amount of blood trickling down his forehead before he collapsed unconscious.
"Geodude! Grrr. Let's see if you can handle my Sandshrew!"
The small boy that appeared had short yellow hair, with a tiled yellow shell on his back. He looked almost like a pangolin. "Darwin, Karate Chop again!"
"Hiya!" he cried, slamming his hand straight down on the sandshrew. As he did, the sandshrew winced, but quickly grabbed him around the waist.
"Tackle!"
Turning his body, Sandshrew jumped into the air before doing a frog splash on top of my mankey. Darwin let out a groan, rolling onto his feet and shakily preparing to fight. "Darwin, return! Go, Risa!"
With a shrill cry, Risa soared from her pokeball to land before the sandshrew. "Sandshrew, tackle her!"
"Risa, gust!"
Sandshrew grabbed Risa, again attempting to throw her down just as he had to Darwin, but by flapping her wings, she managed to reverse the grab, before launching him towards the ground with the wind pressure.
Sandshrew winced as he stood up again, very hurt, but still alive. He looked to Risa, before his trainer cried out, "Take out his kakuna! She's still vulnerable! Smash her shell!" I took a sharp breath as the Sandshrew quickly bolted towards Serqet in her hard exoshell.
She hadn't budged an inch since the start of the fight and Risa couldn't move fast enough to intervene. "Serqet! Watch out!" I shouted to her, but just as the Sandshrew reached the shell, a long sharp lance thrusted outward from the exoskeleton. The enemy pokemon tried to stop, but it dug deep into his shoulder, using his momentum to embed it further.
He hissed, trying to pull the barb out of him with little success, just as another lance shot from the top of the shell and in a sweep, sliced it clean in two to reveal that Serqet had evolved once again.
She was pretty before, but now she was absolutely gorgeous. Holding her long honey-colored hair in place was a crimson pair of headphones, with two black antennae swept backwards.
Gone was her formal attire, now replaced with a virgin-killer top that was pure white, save a golden collar around her neck. She didn't even bother wearing pants. Now her hips and rear were exposed thanks to a pure white pair of panties, she finished off her ensemble with thigh-high black and yellow stockings and long black gloves over her arms. In either hand, she held her lances and I knew that the tables had turned. "Serqet, Fury Attack!" I commanded
She kicked the Sandshrew hard, ejecting him from her lances before she began jabbing them rapidly at him. His body convulsed as she struck him again and again, avoiding his vital spots, but causing immense pain. After four strikes, she raised her lance high and slammed it down over his head hard enough to send him into a crumpled heap.
"Holy crap!" the boy gasped. "I haven't seen fighting like that in like...a thousand lightyears!"
"What, are you an alien or something?" I asked, returning my moemon while he checked on his.
"What do you mean?"
"Lightyears measures distance, not time."
"That doesn't make any sense. They're called lightyears. You can't measure a distance in years."
"It's the distance that light travels in a year. Hence, a lightyear. Don't you have a space museum in this city? How do you not know this?"
"Doesn't matter," he scoffed. "The point is, you still aren't ready to face Brock." Jerking his thumb over his shoulder at the guy who still sat, eyes closed, on top of the boulder, I frowned.
"We'll see about that. I'll be back tomorrow. When I come back, I'll take that badge, whether you like it or not." With that, I stormed out, Trixie hot on my heels.
"That was amazing!" she cried. "I had no idea you were so talented as a trainer! I knew you could do it!" She threw her arms around me tightly, and kissed my cheek. "Seriously, you're so awesome. Chad's going to be running scared."
"We're not clear yet," I reminded her. "We still have to beat Brock. Did you notice that his eyes were closed the whole time we were there? How weird is that?"
"Maybe he was just napping?"
"OR meditating, or something."
"Either way. It's getting late, we should sleep."
"Yeah, okay," I agreed, returning with her to the pokemon center. As she changed into her pajamas for the night, I thought about it for a moment before telling her, "Hey, I'm going to take a bath. You can go ahead and go to sleep. I'll join you when I'm done, okay?"
"Promise?"
"Promise."
She smiled at me and placed a kiss on my cheek. "Good night, Renard. I hope you sleep well."
"Thanks, Trixie. You, too."
She slipped under the covers as I sat beside her, slipping my pokegear off of my wrist and setting it on the end table beside her. Closing the door to the bathroom behind me, I turned on the water, allowing the large hot-tub like bath to fill. After considering it for a moment, I reached over to my pokeballs and summoned out Serqet.
"Hello, Master," she greeted me with a smile. "Did you need me for something?"
"I was just about to take a bath, and I thought you may want to join me. You've worked really hard today. Two evolutions in one day? That's pretty crazy."
She giggled. "Yeah, I'll say. I started out today just as another weedle, but now...I feel really powerful. I don't know how to explain it." Her hands ran from her neck down to her breasts which she cupped. "I mean, I have much larger breasts now than I did before, but I also have these wings."
I tried desperately to keep my eyes on her face as I just nodded along with what she was saying. Eventually, I settled on turning away from her to turn off the spigot. "Well, if you'd like to take a bath, we can just wear our underwear and…"
I stopped when I heard the sound of her clothes hitting the floor, a soft hum escaping from her lips as she walked behind me. "There's no need to be so shy, Master. It doesn't bother me."
"Well, I mean…"
"Does it bother you, Master?" she asked, pressing her large breasts against my back as she hugged me tightly to her chest. "I'm actually much more comfortable like this. I want to touch you without anything between us, Master." With that, she began to pull away my jacket and I couldn't even bring myself to struggle against it.
When I turned back around to face her, she surprised me by drawing my lips to hers. I sighed softly, unsure of how to react. Trixie was in the very next room. Serqet undid my belt, pulling it from my waist and then working to get me out of my pants.
For reasons I couldn't comprehend, I let her. Maybe it was because Trixie hadn't 'assisted' me previously and it had normally been a daily routine. Perhaps it was because I could still feel the faint rush of bliss that came with watching Daisy swallow my load. Mostly, however, I felt like it was the sickeningly sweet scent that seemed to exude from my beautiful moemon with waspish hips.
After much mental strain, I finally managed to pull away from her intoxicating embrace, averting my eyes from her and climbing into the tub, now completely nude. Her wings flitted irritably behind her, but she just clambered in as well.
However, she would not cease being so active. Instead of sitting in any of the other available seats in the tub, she straddled my hips, my cock pinned between our stomachs as she draped her arms around my neck. "I've also found some other interesting developments, Master. I've been having certain cravings that I haven't had before."
"Cravings?" I questioned, leaning further from her as she continued moving closer to me.
"Mmhm. The moment after the match, Master, when I saw you, I felt something stirring deep within me. Right here…" Taking one of my hands, she brought it to her breast. It didn't feel much like a normal breast though. It felt softer. There seemed to be less fat there and more...I didn't know what. "I don't know why, Master, but I so very badly want you to suck them. It's like an itch, but nothing I do will make it go away."
My mouth fell open to try to formulate some reply, but being absolutely speechless, she instead took that as an invitation. Smiling, she leaned closer to me, pressing her tit between my lips. I began to feel dizzy and light headed as I tried to close my mouth.
By doing so, however, my lips placed pressure on the orb, causing a thick substance to flow from her nipple and onto my tongue. The moment it did, I realized exactly what the difference between her breasts and the others I'd felt was. Hers weren't full of milk. Instead, they were pouring out thick, sweet honey.
I'd never tasted honey so sweet before, but thanks to the grip she had on my hair and her soft pants of encouragement, I began to suck gently. I drew out more of the thick golden liquid, my eyes slowly falling closed so that I could better experience the flavor.
"Mmm, just like that, Master. That's exactly what I needed," she gasped. "Is my honey good, Master?"
I gave her a simple moan of affirmation, slurping it down more and able to feel her breast shrinking as a result. It was something Serqet noticed as well, pulling her breast from my mouth so she could switch me to her other one. I didn't even bother trying to fight it this time. It was too delicious for me to resist, and despite I'd shared a big meal with Trixie, my body was informing me of a new found starvation that only beedrill honey could satisfy.
So ingrained was I in my feeding, that I barely noticed when my cock entered her slippery love canal. As she sank onto me, I could feel her inner muscles massaging my member affectionately. Completely lost to the pleasure now, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer.
She began to hum to me, filling my head with the beautiful sounds as she wiggled and writhed in my lap, giving me the most wonderful sensations throughout my shaft. I wasn't entirely familiar with beedrill anatomy, but little feelers inside of her pussy were scrubbing softly on my cock with every movement that sent a warm tingling sensation throughout my body.
Once her honey had been completely drained, she pulled her breast from his mouth. "How was my honey, Master? Did you enjoy it? If so, I'll make plenty more for you. I swear, I'll only use the sweetest nectar for you, Master."
My only response was a light hiccup to indicate that I'd completely lost all sense of the outside world except for the beautiful striped maiden riding my cock. She began to fuck me, harder and harder. Her lips crashed roughly against mine, her tongue exploring my mouth. I could feel a light sucker on her thin, proboscis like tongue, slipping all over my own so she could drink my saliva directly from the warm surface.
My fingers found her rectum between her soft cheeks, and without a thought, I slipped two inside of her, causing her to let out a cry of surprise into my mouth before attempting to pull away.
I wouldn't have it though. I grabbed her tightly, turning to pin her against the back of the tub much to her shock. Her wings buzzed pitifully as I restrained her, kissing her and thrusting against both of her holes. "M-master, no! N-not there! It's too t-t-tight!" My mind had snapped. Her honey had taken a strange control of me that it'd never had before.
Flipping her over, she let out another whining cry as I began thrusting my cock into her tight rectum. It was even better than her pussy! It was so tight and warm, and the way she clenched around my cock in an attempt to drive it out of her felt amazing.
"Master, not there, please! I can't make more honey if you put your nectar there! Please!" He silenced her with a harsh spank that made her cry out before falling silent, tears in her eyes. I hadn't even noticed she was crying. Some demonic thing took ahold of me, the likes of which I'd never faced, ordering me to take her however I liked. She was mine to use, not the other way around.
I reached around her body, roughly squeezing her now drained and small tits, squeezing and massaging them simply to give myself enjoyment from doing so. Eventually, despite all her protesting, her body fell into lustful moans and she fell still under my assault. The water between her legs became murky and smelled sweetly. She'd managed to cum from the way I was forcing myself into her colon.
"That's right my little slut," a voice that wasn't my own told her. "Accept your Master's cock into your dirty asshole. Remember which of us controls which. I will be allowed to fuck you however I desire to, and nothing you say will stop me. Now I command you to enjoy it and keep cumming like a good slut. I'm going to stuff yours asshole and you're going to be a good girl and leave it there as long as you can. Understand?"
When she didn't reply, I pulled her long golden locks so her ear was next to mine before repeating my question in a hiss. "Y-yes, Master! I'm yours! I'm yours!" she screamed to me. With that, I gave a sigh of relief and came hard into her asshole. As it flooded her orifices, I pulled back, revealing that it was still glistening with a bit of cum.
Turning her over one more time, I shoved my cock into her mouth, causing her eyes to go wide and start struggling again. What was wrong with me? Why was I doing this to her? "Suck it clean, you dirty cunt."
She moaned, obediently slurping my cum mixed with the foul taste of fucking her ass into a loose oblivion. It wasn't until her thin, narrow tongue slipped into my urethra, that I realized the true amazingness I'd stumbled upon. She'd fed me her honey. It was time I fed her some nectar of my own.
Cumming hard, my cock tightened around her proboscis, making it impossible for her to withdraw her tongue as I pumped my baby batter straight into her nectar sacs, swelling her tits even larger than before with my cum.
When I'd released it, she jerked her head away with a cough. "M-master, n-now how am I going to get rid of all this honey? You filled me fuller than I already was!" she looked as if she were about to cry. Pulling her closer to me, I kissed her neck and throat, causing her to melt into my arms.
I gave her an icy whisper. "For now, you're just going to enjoy knowing that your tits are full of my seed, understand. You're going to keep it there, and not even think about milking yourself. Tomorrow, we're going to beat the gym, and the next trainer I see that I fancy, you'll be feeding her your special honey. Understand?"
"Y-yes, Master," she murmured before one last spank made her jump and yelp. I returned her to her pokeball, tilting my head back and enjoying the rest of my bath in bliss. It wasn't long however, before that bliss made way for the icy sting of guilt. I felt terrible for what I'd done. I couldn't bear to face Serqet again.
Because of that, when I finished with my bath, I put on my pajamas, curled up beside the dozing Trixie, and fell fast asleep.
Trixie laid in bed, a soft smile on her lips as she thought of Renard snuggled up beside her once more. She could still hear him lightly splashing about in the bath, but she just couldn't fall asleep. It wasn't expected the way he asked her if she was happy with him. Their conversation had forced her into asking him directly what she feared, only for her to be informed that, in fact, it was something he feared as well. That, at least, made her very happy.
There's no reason we can't do more, she thought. His mother couldn't possibly know. How would she stop us? If she somehow managed to find out, Renard would know something was wrong if I were to just disappear. It was this reasoning that led Trixie to the decision that tonight would be the night that she broke her Mistress' one rule. She would finally get to taste Renard's seed that she'd seen her Mistress crave so greatly.
That was when his communicator started to ring on the end table. Trixie sat up, looking to the screen curiously to find that it was her Mistress' calling. A chill ran down her spine. She always had said she'd be able to tell if she'd even thought about it...was she telling the truth?
Trixie's heart raced in her chest as she shakily picked it up. "H-hello?"
"Oh, Trixie. Excellent. How is my son doing? Have you beaten the first gym yet?"
"N-no, Mistress. We're still training. I think we're going to contest it tomorrow though."
There was a silent pause, and Trixie feared that it would swiftly be followed by the sound of being torn from the command matrix. "Excellent, please put him on. I wish to speak with him and give him some advice."
"Oh, okay. He's in the bath, let me go get him for you." Trixie brought the communicator with her as she walked to the bathroom. Opening the door, her eyes fell upon Serqet's hips wrapped around his throbbing meat, her tit forced into his mouth, and his eyes glazed over with pleasure as he mindlessly suckled from her.
The Vulpix's cheeks burned from her shock, embarrassment, and hurt. Without a word, she turned from the room, and rushed out of the pokemon center, tears trailing from her eyes. "Trixie? Trixie!" May's voice came from the other line as she collapsed to the side of the building weeping. "Trixie, what has happened?! Speak, I command you!"
The command matrix fluctuated in her mind, compelling her through her broken sobs. "R-r-renard, he was...he was f-f-fucking his b-bee-d-drill," she stammered, before she again broke into harsh tears.
After a moment, May's voice came back again, but this time there was an odd tone to it. "Trixie, can you hear me?"
"Mmhm," she gasped.
"I'm really sorry."
"Wh-what?" she asked, unsure if she'd heard correctly. "What d-did you s-say?"
"I said, 'I'm sorry'. I know that must hurt you immensely." Trixie was absolutely speechless. She'd never heard her Mistress say things like that to her. "I know how you feel about Renard. You love him dearly, I know. That is why I trust you to do what I ask. I too went through a similar event with his father when we'd first met. It nearly killed me and it isn't something I'd wish on anyone."
"R-really?" Trixie asked.
"I want you to listen to me carefully, Trixie. You must not let this get to you, understand. Keep your chin up and stay strong. I will be visiting you soon. I have a gift from Professor Oak for after you beat the first gym. I will handle this issue then."
"N-no! He doesn't know I saw. Pl-please Mistress, he was already upset with me because I turned him down last night. I can't make him angrier with me than he already is."
"Get ahold of yourself, Trixie," May snapped, back to her cold tone. "I know how to remedy this situation. You will not tell Renard of any of this conversation, and come tomorrow, this will all be a thing of the past. You will not be in trouble, and Renard will not know that you've told me this. Understand?"
"Y-yes, Mistress."
"Good. Now go back inside, hang up the communicator, and go to sleep. Renard can speak with me when I arrive tomorrow. Oh, and one more thing..."
"Y-yes?"
"I love my son very much. If you get it in your head that you should pay him back for this slight, rest assured that I would come down on you with the full fury of a protective mother. And from one woman to another, let this go. If you hold it against him, it will only lead you to sorrow. Now, sleep well."
"Yes, ma'am."
With a click, the Vulpix sat there in complete awe. She'd never once thought that her Mistress could have compassion for her. Had she really had the same problems with Renard's father? There was only one way for her to find out for sure. If Trixie were ever going to be able to have Renard to herself, she'd need to find out the truth about what happened between his father and mother. Now, despite what she'd told him, Trixie had a reason to fight.
Game Saved (To Be Continued…)
