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Chapter Fourteen

"Well, I'm glad we made it out of that shit," Corbin smiled, stretching out his arms above his head as we entered Pewter City the following day.

Having waited out Alpha Beedrill's flock all night and making his daughter evolve, the flock escorted us out of the forest via the quickest route they knew – flying. As soon as we touched-down, I released Corbin, Lorne and Blair for a walk, since they deserved it.

"I hate Beedrill," Blair shuddered. "I wish I could've fried them all and we could've had char-grilled Beedrill for dinner."

I made a face. "Ew, Blair, that's just gross."

"He has a point," Lorne grinned. "We're carnivores. Well, most of us, anyway. That's the kind of stuff some of us would have to eat in the wild."

I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Look, guys," I laughed, pointing. "It's a tattoo place! Yes!" I had wanted to get a nice tattoo for a long time now but I had never found a decent place. Pewter City, however, had one place called Indigo Ink where even Gym Leaders and the Elite Four sects from all over the world had their tattoos done – and we were standing just across a quiet road from it. "Let's go!"

"Hang on," Corbin said with a cheeky grin. "Can I get one?"

I raised a brow. "Okay, but as long as I can pick the design."

"Deal, but don't make me get a Butterfree or anything girly." He nudged Lorne. "Want one?"

He shook his head. "No, but I'll readily settle for a set of snakebites on my lower lip."

"That'll look so hot on you," I smirked as we entered. "Especially with those sexy fangs of yours."

"Hey there," said the pretty and pierced receptionist. "What can I do for you, Trainer?"

"I was wondering if you guys tattooed and pierced Pokémon here," I mused.

She grinned. "Of course! Just so long as your Pokémon are consenting and you sign a permission form, everything's peachy."

"Great," I said empathically and released everyone else. "Guys, does anyone want a tattoo or piercing?"

Osian, Blair, Solae, Aydin and Quinn volunteered whereas the rest declined. Everyone else quietly returned to their Pokeballs while my boys got to work on picking out what they wanted done.

"We do custom tattoos, too," the girl said politely.

"Awesome." I reached into my bumbag and pulled out a design I had drawn a few weeks previously. "I want this one."

She nodded. "I'll just take it through to the guys. They'll be doing the tattooing and piercing, since I'm only an apprentice." She disappeared behind the curtain. "Okay, guys, we have a big job. A Trainer and seven Pokémon of hers want tats and jabs. Get prepped and I'll send them through in five."

I turned to Corbin and picked his tattoo – a tribal design that would spiral down his arm from pecs to wrist. Solae chose to have his tongue pierced. Aydin and Osian both wanted a tribal on their right shoulder depicting Entei and Suicune respectively. Blair went all out, wanting an industrial in his ear, an eyebrow bar and a tattoo on his left arm of a heart with three swords piercing it. Quinn chose to have a quote from Hollywood Undead's song 'Rain' (I don't mind, no I don't mind the rain, the simple things and subtleties, they always stay the same; I don't mind and I don't mind, no I don't mind the rain, like a widow's heart, we fall apart but never fade away, never fade away) with black teardrops surrounding it, apparently for his parents, who had adored the rain.

My tattoo was very special. It would be on my left shoulder. The letter N surrounded by teardrops and scrollwork spirals. Three guesses as to who it was for and the reason behind it.

A few hours and six cans of coke later, my tattoo was complete and I was gasping for the toilet. My boys had taken the pain admirably with no more than a few sets of gritted teeth and a bit of swearing. I loved the adrenaline pumping into my system as my body reacted to the needle entering with the ink.

"That wath bwilliant," Solae lisped around his swollen tongue. "I'm dethinetly hathing another one done again."

I grinned. "You are such a sweet masochist," I teased, rolling my shoulders. "C'mon, let's go to the Pokémon Centre. You guys need to rest up ready for the Gym battle tomorrow morning."

TRANSITION

"Christ, that Gym was easy," I grinned at Osian, Lorne and Corbin the following afternoon.

"Easy for you to say," Lorne growled. "That Rhyperior almost killed me!" He was clutching his ribs and wheezing slightly. "I think I have a cracked rib or two."

"You're just winded," Osian smirked. "Trust me, I should know. If you had two cracked ribs, you wouldn't be able to breathe as much as you are right now."

"Nice tutorial," Lorne replied bitterly. "Either way, Corbin's Giga Impact rocked that Tyranitar's world."

"Thanks, man," Corbin grinned. "I've been practising with Blair and I tell you, that Charmander can take a hit."

Speak of the devil, Blair burst from his Pokeball, looking slightly worried. "What's wrong?" I asked, instantly sensing something was up.

"Riley, I…" He swallowed. "I think I'm going to evolve any second and I didn't want to do it in there."

I felt my eyes widen. "That's fantastic!" I grinned, hugging him. "You're strong enough now."

His eyes were rounder than saucers, tears glistening and brightening the dark colour. "I…Riley, I don't know if I want to evolve yet," he whispered, his voice quaking. "I don't know if it'll hurt or feel good or what. I feel sick and shaky and I don't know why but I want to fuck everything within a hundred mile radius."

"You'll be fine," Corbin smiled. "You could have it worse. My species get a virus when we get to evolve into our final forms. Only survivors tough it through. Evolving doesn't hurt much at all unless you've got a psychotic murderer invading your brain at the time and making you beat up your boyfriend."

Lorne nodded in agreement, his lower lip slightly swollen still from the new spikes going through each side in line with his fangs. "Evolving is like taking a giant dump when you're constipated and it finally comes out. It's like a relief beyond measure."

I cringed. "What a charming analogy, Lorne." I turned back to Blair. "Trust them. Trust me. Blair, nothing bad is going to happen to you."

He smiled sadly. "Why are you so kind?" he murmured as the familiar light of evolution burned beneath his skin.

"Because I believe in giving everyone, people and Pokémon, a fair chance," I replied as the light completely engulfed him.

"I knew that would happen soon enough."

As Blair evolved, I turned to find Lance standing just behind Lorne wearing a smile. "Hey, gorgeous," I grinned, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning back to Blair just as the light faded away.

He had grown at least four inches, making him around five-eleven, maybe six feet tall. His hair was longer and pulled back into a loose ponytail with two long, thick strands framing his face. His big eyes had become a slightly more amber shade and his clothes had changed to a cream waistcoat, a reddish-orange shirt, jeans of the same colour and white trainers. His knives were longer and his expression was no longer worried.

"See?" I smiled. "I told you it wouldn't be so bad."

He sighed and gave me a big smile. "Thank you for being with me," he murmured. "Can I go back into my Pokeball? I'm feeling kinda tired."

I nodded and allowed him and my boys to return to their resting before turning to Lance. "Hi," I murmured, slightly shy.

He smiled and cupped my cheek. "Hi yourself," he said softly. "I couldn't help but think about you while I was away."

I raised a brow. "Exactly what were you thinking about in regards to me?"

"The way your ass looks as you walk. How your breasts bounce when I fuck you," he purred. "The way you moan my name in that deliciously sexy way of yours."

Moisture pooled between my legs immediately. Damn him and his sexy voice! "Then how about we don't both with getting a room?" I teased, grabbing his collar and laying a hot, slow kiss against his mouth.

He cupped my ass and stroked before we parted. "Follow me," he breathed and led me by the hand to an alley between two packed cafes.

"Back alley fuck," I mused. "Kinky."

"Or just impatient," he replied in a husky murmur as he shoved me back against the wall, pinning me with his hard body.

"You're damn right about that," I growled, zipping down the front of his jumpsuit until it pooled around his lean hips. His much-missed cock was already mostly hard, curving up to touch his ribbed abdomen, a small pearl beginning at the tip. "Mmm, looks like you really have missed me."

He grinned wolfishly and playfully rubbed me between my legs through my shorts, his fingers tracing off at my clit to make me moan in anticipation. "Holy shit, I can already feel how wet you are through your shorts," he muttered, almost ripping the material trying to get to my pussy. One long finger stroked my vibrating clit, the tip coated in my leaking honey.

"Fuck the foreplay," I snapped, stroking his hard cock petulantly with a childish pout. Considering my hair was in a pair of bunches, I may have looked like the victim of a would-be paedophile, considering the short shorts under a plaid schoolgirl skirt and the shirt tied into a knot to flash my abdomen. Yep, naughty schoolgirl-look complete with heels and stockings with suspenders. "Why not just shove your big, hard dick in my tight little pussy, huh?"

He gave me that sexy grin again, grabbing my thighs and lifting until my cunt was level with his cock. He taunted me by rubbing his cock against my slit, my answering moan to his satisfaction. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk," he purred darkly, shunting into my wanting cunt. "You're going to have to wear this outfit again."

I groaned as his cock it that sweet spot inside me, my entire body melting with pleasure. "I'll do anything as long as you fuck me right here right now," I said in a strangled voice, grinding my hips against him as he stilled mischievously.

"Then you get your wish," he purred, grabbing my ass and shoving himself into me, much harder and deeper than I had accomplished whilst grinding against him.

A sound between a groan and a hiss issued from my mouth at the sweet pleasure-pain of his girth and length. He must have taken it as a good sign because he did it harder and faster, practically hammering my G-spot into submission. His hands flexed against my ass as I shouted my desire, then chose to muffle my voice against his shoulder by biting him. Obviously, that was something he liked, judging by the way he increased his pace and made me cream on his cock, muting my loud moan by biting him harder and whimpering. He still didn't let up, even though I could tell my cunt was almost strangling his cock from my impending orgasm. He held me up with one hand, his other going to my crotch and rubbing my clit mercilessly. Again, I silenced my scream by biting him on the joint between his shoulder and neck, drawing a small amount of blood from the taste of it on my tongue.

"Keep that up and I won't be able to stop," he got out through gritted teeth, amping up his speed and ferocity as I continued to cum long and hard.

I moaned in protest. "I want…I want you to come for me. I want you to fill my pussy with hot, thick cream until it leaks out of me," I groaned, feeling my third orgasm even though I had just come.

He stopped, giving me a boyish yet demonic smile. "Then what you want has to wait," he growled, withdrawing from my cunt and zipping his jumpsuit back up as I landed on the floor with a thump…on my ass, might I add. It was just lucky that there was a bad of Goodwill clothes underneath me.

"That's fucking mean!" I snapped, jumping to my feet and righting my shorts.

He smirked. "No, just extremely unpleasant for you. I can go without cumming but you, my little cock-hungry schoolgirl, are going to have to be punished for being so damn greedy."

I pouted. "What's this, the head teacher after school act?" At his raised eyebrow, I sighed. "Fine, we'll continue with my, ahem, detention later."