Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Pokémon.
Before the inter-school tournament that starts next week, here is a bonus chapter, with looks on the other characters. Let's go…
Neutral P.O.V
Only two days were remaining before the inter-school tournament.
It was the afternoon of Saturday. Little noises could be heard in the school basement. On a closer look inside, it sounded like… Pokémon attacks!
"Aqua Tail, Azumarill!" says a voice. The Magneton takes damage from the attack and falls to the ground.
"Bibarel, Take Down!" says another voice. But Bibarel is blocked by Azumarill.
"Is that all you got, Daniel? Come on, Boris, you can do better! Get serious, both of you!"
"Come on Jimmy, you're working us like slaves, we should get a break." Whines Daniel.
"It's useless! We can't keep up at this intensity." Boris pants.
"Come on! Have some faith! Let's keep going" Jimmy insists.
"Are you even sure that we'll get what we want?" Boris asks.
"Don't worry guys. Soon, very soon, we shall accomplish our goals. So have confidence and resume the practice."
At these words, the boys started battling again…
Skyna's P.O.V
Just two days left. I better step it up. I'll lose to no one, even if I have to go through that lazy bum! As class rep, it's my duty to display Victory High's might. But instead of focusing on that, right now I better focus on this fight…
"Swellow, dodge!" My Pokémon barely dodges a Psybeam attack.
"Did you space out or something?" Bianca asks me.
"N-no, I'm fine. Let's keep going!" I answer.
"Then Musharna, Psybeam again!"
"Dodge again and use Return!" It dodges and plows that pink Pokémon who faints without knowing what hit it.
"Nooo." Bianca looks dejected. "I lost, but you're really strong. Too bad I can't be as strong as you guys."
"Don't say things like that. I'm sure you'll improve in due time."
"Hee hee, thanks for the encouragement, Skyna." She giggles.
Cheren then comes behind Bianca and drags her away.
"EEEEHHH! Cheren what are you doing!?" She shouts flailing her arms around.
"Well, if you want to gain strength, it's not by slacking off giving in to flattery that you'll get it. So it's more training time." He answers unperturbed by her complaints.
"Cheren you JEEEERRRKK!"
They both disappear from the playground, leaving me alone, not knowing what to say about that.
"Damn this Cheren" I hear a voice behind me. "I bet he taps dat ass all the time! I'm jealous!" I turn and see Tyler. Brock was beside him.
"Let's not jump to conclusions." Brock answers to him. "They may be childhood friends, but it's unlikely that they're dating."
"Why you!" I hold back my rage.
"Oh! Boring Chick! Is something wrong?"
"SHUT UP LAZY BUM, I'M SKYNA! GET OUTTA HERE!" At my words of rage, they run away, laughing.
Really, what's wrong with them, geez. I hope my sis who comes to watch me at the tournament won't get to meet that guy. Time to go, I'm beat…
Neutral P.O.V
Evening is coming little by little. In a park situated in the residential area the school was in, Jack is taking a stroll. He walks relaxingly until he reaches a Magikarp-shaped fountain. Collecting his thoughts, he still has enough awareness to send out his Electivire in a split second to block the incoming Shadow Ball. About 15 thugs with shaved heads dressed in leather and chain come out of the shadows. Jack is not impressed.
"Hey! Yer one of the contestants from Victory High fer da tournament, right?" Says one of the thugs appearing to be their leader.
"… What about it?" Jack calmly answers.
"We're da underlings of our powerful first year bosses from Rock academy! We don't liek competition so we're here ta get rid of ya! So our guys have better chance ta win!" He rudely answers.
"Shut up. You want me, come at me." Jack cuts coldly.
"Who do ya tink you are?! Get'im!" The other thugs obey and send out a whole pack of Raticate and Poochyena. They encircle Jack and his Pokémon.
Jack opens his arms: "Take your best shot."
The Raticates try to bite Electivire while Poochyenas attempt to shower it with Shadow Balls. But Electivire dodges quite easily the combined attacks.
"Thunderbolt, now." Half of the delinquents Pokémon are swatted by the attack. "Is that all you got?" Jack says, bored.
Irritated by the provocation, the leader sends out his own Pokémon: Crawdaunt.
"Crawdaunt, use Crabhammer!" It lands a direct hit on Electivire's gut. But no visible damage. The difference in power… Was too great.
"Hmph, time to end this joke of a fight. Electivire, Discharge." He orders, with complete composure. The attack blows away all the Pokémon that were sent.
Electivire walks up to the disarmed thugs and stares at them intensely. Realizing who they were dealing with, the thugs got scared out of their wits. They start running in a panic, yelling gibberish, with tears in their eyes and mucus squirting from their nose. Jack looked indifferent to this and walked away, calling back his Pokémon.
(When I faced those small fries, I felt nothing. It was boring, unsatisfying. I didn't feel any thrill. Unlike the time when I fight strong opponents. Tyler in particular. But it's all about to change, at this tournament; I will feel that thrill again. Patience…)
After that long thinking, Jack goes back to the school grounds.
Tyler's P.O.V
"Brock, Cheren, it's time to do this. We will infiltrate and discover the secret. But remember, this is about neither delinquency nor perverseness. In the place we're heading lies the dream of any man. It may get dangerous and one or all of us may get caught but with what we might see, there shall be no regret." Brock and Cheren clap at my words.
"I know you kinda forced me into this. But I have to admit, you guys are convincing. It won't be so bad." Cheren declares.
"I haven't done things like this since middle school, I suppose I've calmed down. But doing this… I feel reborn. Are you guys ready to start the mission?" Brock seems unusually excited.
"Totally! So tonight, we will go to the girls' dorm's shower-bath area. Geez, not only they each have showers in their dorm rooms, but also a big area where the whole dorm can bathe unlike us boys. I happened to overhear Whitney talking to Skyna and Bianca about going to the bath later in the evening. It should be in about 10 minutes."
They nod.
"Say guys. You prefer Boobs or Asses?" I ask. "I prefer boobs. I mean, did you see Skyna or Whitney? They got such a nice rack; I just get hooked to it."
"Amen to that." Brock replies.
"And you Cheren. You agree to my sacred words, right? You prefer boobs, right?"
"…"
"Tyler, maybe Cheren is…"
"No, you think? Could it be that you're…"
"… *nods*"
"AN ASS MAN?!" Brock and I shout together in shock.
"It makes sense now that I think of it. Who wouldn't be an ass man when you're childhood friends with Bianca?" I conclude.
"Don't worry. We respect your tastes." Brock says reassuringly.
"… Can we just get going?" Cheren asks, seemingly embarrassed.
"OK, let's go!"
A few moments later, Rhyperior uses Dig and we land in the little cabin that is used to store the stuff to clean the baths next to the big shower-bath area. Only a door is separating us from paradise. We open it slightly, just so we can all see what's inside. Only Whitney, Skyna, and Bianca were there. We were then breath taken. I see Skyna getting out of the shower; she heads to the big bath. The water drops are dripping of her pure white skin. Her pink nipples on her bouncing boobs are in my view, the orange wet hair covering part of it. She gets in the bath. Damn, she's hot! I may find her boring with her sermons but she's got the body, that's for damn sure!
Whitney and Bianca follow her to the bath. Whitney's rack is unable to be jealous of Skyna's and Bianca's ass increases my arousal, I'd tap that… Seriously. On this matter, I wonder how the others are doing. I look down and I see Brock with a dumb smile on his face. And Cheren is drooling behind his glasses. Then, the girls start talking.
"Hmmm, I can't wait till the tournament!" Whitney says, excited.
"I can't wait either. I can finally honor my school and with some luck, teach that lazy bum a lesson!" She replies while turning the bath's heat up.
"*giggle* You always seem to talk about Tyler, could it be that you have a crush on him?" Teases Whitney.
"N-no! How can I like such a rude, slacking jerk? I-I don't…" She says that, completely red and flustered. With a quiet tone. (Wow, she can be cute when she tries.) I thought at that time.
"And what about you, Bianca? What's your relationship with Cheren? You two seem so close." Whitney points with her eyes glowing with light. Cheren suddenly seems piqued with interest.
"We w-we are just childhood friends. That's all. And I'm sure he thinks the same." Bianca answers timidly. Cheren looks serious now.
"Oh come on! I'm sure you'll seduce him easily with these." She grabs her breasts playfully.
"N-no. W-what are you doing?"
"But I think this cute ass is your best asset." She starts groping her ass now. It's quite a sight for us.
"And you, Skyna! Let's check out your Tyler-seducing assets. Mwahahahahahahaha!" Skyna starts backing off.
"But before Whitney reaches her, someone comes out of the showers. When all of us turned in that direction, we realized it was Roxie. What is that bitch doing here?
"Why are you here, Roxie?" Whitney asks.
"I just felt like refreshing myself." She replies coldly.
"I'll say it to you straight; you won't get away with what you've done last time."
"And you'll pay for what you did to the boys… And Tyler." Skyna adds.
"Wh-what are you all talking about?" Bianca asks, unaware of any of the events.
"Whatever. I'm off." She says before showing that sadistic expression I hate so much. "Before the competition starts, I think I'll go taste a damp slimy late-night snack." She says that before she leaves. I didn't know the meaning of those words yet.
"G-good luck Roxie!" Says Bianca as Roxie leaves. It's not her fault, really. She just doesn't know any better.
Finished with their bath, the girls prepare to leave. We should do the same. It's almost Midnight.
Neutral P.O.V
Meanwhile, The Coach is watching the baths from a nearby window. He was patrolling, but got distracted by the view.
(Dayum, dem boobs and dat ass! In mah time, we didn't have such fine girlz! Dayum!) He thought to himself.
As for Tyler and his friends, glad of the magnificence of what they witnessed, Brofisted to each other. And left to their room satisfied. They needed to rest, really…
The inter-school tournament is tomorrow…
Next week, the tournament finally starts. If you enjoyed, stay tuned for more.