This story has hit 100 reviews and 50 favorites so the least I can do is update. I've been doing a lot of college and midterms are over. I also had a lot of writers block and even wrote the beginning of the moedex. I also had to finish this Unown thing in this chapter.
Moemon stories recently have came under attack so I had to look into that, but I think this story is not as much danger as the others since this isn't primary a sex story. Some good news is that there is a Moemon Platinum hack going around in internet alleyways but I don't know anything about actually obtaining such a thing.
Guest: Yes, I'm continuing this story, although not as fast as I hoped.
Samwise: I hope you have read up to this point, although I can't know until you reveiw.
Darkhammer: Well, this is the closest thing this story will have to that.
when: It is literally impossible to give an ETA to a guest account. Also, do you mean Chelsea or miltanks in general? Most of them have the speed but not all of them are Chelsea.
It has been a few day since Michael has been brought into the company of Sheiaral and her guards. Michael would often try to see if there was times when he could avoid the attention of the Latias, but she seemed to have a grasp on his every thought. There was no attempt of escape, as she would give him a judging look if he seriously thought about. There was not much to do accept concede to her every advance. If he was her captive, he was doing the worst job of resisting. He thought about his girls a lot. Even though he enjoyed Sheiaral's company, he really missed his pokemon.
They group seemed to be avoiding something the entire time though; they would suddenly change directions after the dragonites came back from out of sight. There was a war going on and Michael decided it was best to not question his captors. Even if he managed to escape the dragons, he would have to avoid whoever was tracking them.
It was a very foggy day when the guard came back from the search.
"We all surrounded on all sides," the male guard said who name was Larosjar.
"This is no good, we are going to have to intercept one of the groups," Sheiaral.
"What, how big is this group?" Michael said.
"Just four, and they won't stand a chance," Sheiaral said, "It won't get too dangerous."
"Won't that cause a commotion," Michael said.
"We'll have to be quick about it," Larosjar said, "Stay close to Sheiaral"
We started off in a direction that was nearly opposite of the way we were going. Michael couldn't help but wonder who in the world would be chasing them in a group of four. After a couple of minutes walking he just realized it could have been his four pokemon.
Is that even possible that it could be my pokemon? Willaim was here so maybe they there are at least in the same universe. It could also William and his pokemon. Four is the exact number of pokemon I have, and I really want to see them again. If it is Willaim and Ho-Oh, then Sheiral will protect me.
"You can come out now. That teleport skill is a just good enough to be a nuisance for stalking us, but it hasn't hidden you as well as you think," Sheiaral said.
The wind blew and Michael waited expectantly. Sheiaral sudden grabbed him to her side as four figures appeared.
"Sandie," Michael yell before Sheiaral put her hand over his mouth before he could say any more.
Sandie, Chelsea, Ashton, and an unknown pokemon had teleported in.
"Where's Bubbles?" Michael tried to yell but Sheiaral would let him say a word.
"Give us back Michael," Sandie yelled.
"Under who's jurisdiction?," Sheiaral asked, "I know you're all stateless. You can all die here and no one would miss you. You're not in a state to be making any demands."
"So he's officially a prisoner? That's why you won't let him speak," Chelsea said.
"In a manner of speaking. It is what's best for him, even if he doesn't know it right now," Sheiaral said, "he will be my mate. My need and my nation's needs are more important than yours.
"Sheiaral, what you're doing is wrong. He will never be happy if he doesn't choose for himself who he wants to be with."
"And what of you?" ask Sheiaral, "Did he not put you in the same position? Were you not taken away from you old life and placed firmly into his harem? This is just what I am doing for him: showing how happy one can be under a competent lover. What you've gotten was unreplaceable so it's understandable that you are upset, but a superior life awaits him and you are selfishly trying to take that away from him and from me."
Michael observed his pokemon try to rescue him, although he was mystified by the other pokemon united with them. She was clearly a bird pokemon, but her clothing and ethnicity resembled the Native Americans. Her eyes seemed a thousand mile away as if the immediate surroundings did not matter. He felt that her species was obvious, although that insight seemed to escape his mind.
"Sheiaral," said Larosjar, "The Xatu seems to be using her psychic ability. She probably is trying to use a future sight attack."
"Her spiritual presence is quite underwhelming so don't worry too much about it," Sheiaral said.
"My situation and the situation you are putting Michael through right now are entirely different," Chelsea said, "I was not happy in my life before and we were all happy with us. I was lost and indifferent without him, and he's going to be lost and unhappy"
"Are you so unaware of the truths around your time with him?" Sheiaral interrupted, "the time you spent with him was one of constant hardships and danger. There has been a lot of terror and fear in your life. What you experienced was not any sort of lasting happiness and there is no guarantee that your love will endure when the fear is gone. You also speak for others when you do now know their feeling. What of your comrades that share a bed with Michael? The fox here love is for the excitement of sexual contact. She is childish and well likely grow bored of life with any one person. She will likely change in time, but she'll be an entirely different person. And then there's this girl… Ashton… who still feels indifference and isolation even as the mate of Michael. She doesn't feel even the fleeting happiness you so vehemently protect. You also had two harem sisters that met said ends. I can't read much about them but they are no doubt examples of what can happen in any of you party's future."
"Thing my not be prefect, we have hit our bumps but that doesn't mean we won't adapt," Chelsea said, "I now I am happy with him and you aren't going to convenience me otherwise. Sandy might not understand love now but she will learn in time. Ashton is shy now but she's not incapable of attachment. Ella was injured but she parted of her own violation since she was with us only for adventure. As for the other girl tragic demise, well, I've made a promise not to die and I intend to keep it."
"It doesn't matter if you intend to keep your promise; you are mortal and liable to die at any time, "Sheiaral said coolly, "You are standing here before four armed dragons with a few pokemon with only their natural attacks to protect. That promise means nothing when the cards are dealt. The basis of your relationship was born on that promise, and now you throw it away so easily. This is why my relationship with Michael will be stronger; it is not based on something so flimsy, but it's based on fulfilling his race's low sexual limit and absolute membership in my boy-harem."
"So, I guess the rumors were true. All the latias are desperate to get pregnant," Chelsea said with a smile, "So I guess you're species hopping, you're hoping to throw enough random seed into your uterus to birth an heir. Is that really the reason your want Michael as a mate; that's a relationship form on a child you'll never get? The science is much better understood in our world."
"Every one of my mates failed, but I love them all still. On the off-chance he does succeed, he will be rewarded with all my spare energy but his happiness is still guaranteed with me. The satisfaction will be too great for him to feel any other way," Sheiaral said.
"He will not be happy. You are taking away his family. No man can be happy without his family," Chelsea said.
"He has not known you for that long a time. You don't know the difference between long lasting emotion and season long romances. I've lived nine whole decades so I know much more about love and family than you do. He will be my family soon enough," Sheiaral said.
"He knows in his heart who his family is, " Chelsea said, "That's why you don't let him speak. If you take away a man's self-determination, you'll never know who he truly loves and he'll never know."
"Michael doesn't know what's best for him," interrupted Sheiaral, "Even if I let him go, he may not even choose you, and at the very least he'll hesitate."
"Yet you still don't want to let him go, even though you say it proves your point," Chelsea said.
"I keep him at my said because it gives me a tactical advantage. What he wants has nothing to do with it."
"You truly are a villain, latias."
"You call me a villain? for promote the happiness of the man you wish to 'save'. You're the one working in short sighted self-interest."
"Latias, you can only see things to benefit you. You will not get a child, yet you use that as a reason to keep Michael at your side."
"That's not the reason," Sheiaral said, "I am attached to this powerless human and know from experience that I love him. I'm capable of loving many types of men. Now, I clearly have the superior forces so Michael stays with me. So know move so before we destroy you."
"You didn't even let Michael speak. You truly are despicable," Chelsea said.
Let me speak please. I must say how much I love them. This is the last time I'll ever get the chance to.
"Do you know how much sex I've had with him already? Do you know how much he enjoyed it? Do you know it doesn't compare with any experience he had with you? Keeping him from speaking was an act of mercy."
But I love her. I love all of them. If only I could say it but I know Sheiaral can read everything about my mind. There's no way.
Chelsea was about to say something, but then appeared to contemplate something. She smiled.
"Everyone, one the ground!" yelled Sheiaral as she sent out a forceful pulse.
Heard two gunshots as the dragon princess held him on the ground.
"There's only two snipers," Sheiaral said.
The three dragon guards jump in front of Sheiaral to protect the her.
"You must escape with your consort," said one of the female dragonite, "We can handle six pokemon, but it be harder to protect you with snipers."
Michael wriggled out his mouth.
"I love you," he yelled.
None of the girl were visible at the angle he was be held at but he had to say it all cost.
Michael saw the ground rush away and the battle the was raging disappeared amongst the trees. He was now flying away from the last of his old life into lifelong servitude to the psychic dragoness. He didn't even bother holding on to Sheiaral in flight.
Suddenly Sheiaral shifted directions as a blue beam appeared nearly straight up from the ground. Michael fell lose and Sheiaral moved to grab him into her very large and soft chest. Sheiaral evaded the blue beam as she regained her flight path, but then another blue beam came in at an angle and sheiaral moved to avoid it.
Two blindlingly bright flashes came indicating that both beams managed to make contact with the dragon and Sheiaral started to fall.
"I'm hit. Hold on tightly to my breast or you won't survive the crash," Sheiaral said.
As ice formed on Sheiaral, Michael look for the source of the beam. Through the trees during the freefall, he said the pokemon that could have been the source.
"Bubbles!" he said.
"Wake up!"
Michael woke up in the voluptuous bosom of Sheiaral. That by itself was not an uncommon occurrence this days, but the pain in his skin an muscles were. It was not a present experience like it normally was.
He pushed himself up and saw that his usually flawlessly beautiful capture took far more damage than he did. Her face was bruise badly along many sections of her skin visible through the badly torn dress.
"Sheiaral, are you okay?"
She attempted to get up but struggled greatly with that simple task.
Michael looked around. They were an eight of a mile away from the forest. Then Michael remembered that he saw Bubbles in that forest Michael. He started running to the forest when he saw a break in the top of the trees: were Sheiaral carried him down.
"Michael, where are you going?" He heard Sheiaral called out behind him.
She shielded me from the branches and the impact of the ground with her own body. I just can't leave her.
"Michael!" Yelled a voice.
Michael looked up and saw Bubbles outside of the forest. Nothing else mattered at that point. Michael and Bubble ran towards each other, not noticing the loud whistling noise above them.
Michael kept going knowing nothing except the girl in front of him.
A large explosion went off in front of Michael send him flying back. Everything was a blur, even his mind.
Bubbles? We happened to Bubbles? That wasn't a pokemon attack. Was it a mine? Artilly? Bubbles! You can't be gone!
Michael noticed tried to stand up right but fell over again. He couldn't comprehend what his eyes was showing him.
Where's the crater? Where's Bubbles?
He felt a large hand on his shoulder but they weren't big enough to be Sheiaral.
"Michael, get up," Bubbles said.
"Bubbles, you're alive?"
"Yes, I'm alive. That explosion was much closer to you," Bubbles said picking him up and putting him in a fireman's carry. Michael's brain started working again when he realized Bubbles was unharmed. Then he heard the whistling noise again.
Michael and Bubbles looks up and saw a glowing rocket come down from the above.
A pink blast of energy deflected it and they saw the injured latias where the missile was.
"It's the Steel Directorate's soldiers. I can no longer protect you Michael," Sheiaral said.
"Sheiaral, you're badly injured. We just can't leave you," Michael yelled.
"I will be fine. As much as a heir is needed, my people need a leader more. I don't want Michael to die due to my doings, so take your master to safety young feraligatr. Meet up with that miltank; that direction will take you away from the enemy.
"Thank you," said Bubbles who then ran away with Michael over her shoulder.
"Bubbles, do you know where everyone is?" Michael asked.
"No."
"Carol?"
Bubbles stopped in front of Bubbles.
Carol said, "We better keep moving if we don't want to be blow up by that army."
"Bubbles, can you put me down? I've think I regain my senses."
Bubbles put Micheal down. Carol's two furrets came into the clearing.
"The other group is this way," Remus said.
"I'm happy to see that you're all still alive," Michael said, "The attack was pretty nasty."
"Well, that's all in the past now," said Carol, "now let's go reunite you with your girlfriend."
They reenter the forest. The Bubbles was exhausted but still keeping up. Within five minute they meant Michael's other Pokémon
"Chelsea, my gorgeous girlfriend, I never want to lose you again," Michael said before diving in for a sloppy kiss. Chelsea was stunned for a moment but she returned the kiss in a passionate manner grabbing Michael all over.
Sandie was confused and worried by this and asked, "Um, does this mean I am not getting…"
Sandie noticed the death glare from Bubbles.
"…Paided the full amount?" Sandie said figuring it out at the last second.
Chelsea and Michael stopped making out.
"Did you realize our plan?," Chelsea asked, " Our groups were separate but I was able to give the snipers enough time to close in by making the princess talk a lot. Alexis, the Xatu, signaled me when the Furrets got locked on. "
"No wonder you're the leader of your group," Carol said, "You're an inspiration to our species."
"Thank you, but its Alexis's turn to solve everything," Chelsea said.
"Oh right," Alexis said, "but I'm not sure this will work."
"You're not sure how were are suppose travel through dimension?" Chelsea said clearly not amused by what she heard.
"Just let me do this," Alexis said dumping out a same bag which appeared to contain Scramble pieces. They were actually unown printed tiles.
Alexis stared at the tiles.
"Maybe you should flip them so all of them are up," Bubbles suggested
"Okay okay," Alexis said.
Alexis flipped them so that all of the letters were showing. Alexis stare at the tiles some more.
"Maybe we have to spell out something like return or home," Alexis said.
"There's no E's," Michael said before raising his voice and saying, "We have no E's. You have no idea how much harder this make breaking the space -time continuum. E's.
"S, I, O, A, H, T, R, L, P, and W" Bubbles said.
"I'm just going to pray to them," said Sandie, "and hope they come out."
"I only know basic words in alphabet language," said Chelsea, "W isn't that common so it makes thing difficult."
"Uncommon can really narrow it. What do W have to do with returning home," Micheal siad
"It may not even be that type of word," said Bubbles, "But I'm sure I can figure this out. I'm thinking of would with PH.
They stared at the letters for a while.
"We better get going soon," Carol said, "You can solve your thing later."
"Ship," said Bubbles, "Warlot, rotwal, lotraw?"
"W, and… I got it," Michael rearranged the letter.
A familiar light glowed.
"Carol, Furrets, get away," Alexis said.
They did. Everyone who stayed got pulled in.
"I finally did something useful in this godforsaken universe," Michael declared as he was pulled in.
Tin Tower was visible in the distance, but seeing all his pokemon told him he was finally home.