Training Isn't Just for Moemon: Platinum Star Ch. 4
AN: Finally things are starting to heat up. It's honestly kind of funny. I used to play for a few hours before writing a chapter, and then alternating that way. But so far, it's been write a chapter, play five minutes, write another one, play five more minutes. I've only just passed Jubilife on my playthrough, so I'm definitely doing more writing than playing. Not that I mind, of course. Without further ado, chapter four, ladies and gentlemen. Don't worry, lemony goodness will be inbound soon.
Natalie and I faced off against one another. "Go, Bidoof!" she cried. As the tawny girl appeared from her pokeball, I had to resist smirking. A Bidoof? Easy fight.
But I caught myself. This was a test of my ability to take things seriously. Weak or not, I couldn't afford to let my guard down. It wasn't just about how strong the moemon was, but the trainer behind it too.
"Go, Theodora."
The cricket-like girl appeared, clacking her harmonic antennae together excitedly. She'd done a little bit of training, enough for us to practice her first real special move. But I'd hold on to that for when we needed it.
"Bidoof, tackle her! Don't let her attacks gain momentum."
"Theodora, bide your time. Let him waste his energy."
Sure enough, the Bidoof slammed hard into my Kricketot, causing her to slide back in the loose dirt.
"Hold," I instructed her.
"While observation may help you solve a puzzle, it still won't save your moemon," Natalie lectured. "You have to attack if you want to win! Hit her again!"
Once more the Bidoof slammed her head straight into Theodora's stomach, but this time, she over extended herself.
"Now, Theodora!"
All the energy she'd absorbed from the vibrations of his attack had charged up in my bug's body. Channeling those vibrations back out, she amplified them like an electric guitar, blasting the Bidoof back with twice the power of her combined attacks.
She flew back hard, only saved by Natalie catching her midair. "Not bad. But not good enough." She dropped her Bidood back to the ground, and like that the fight continued. "That strategy won't work again. Bidoof, growl!"
The buck-toothed girl let out an adorable growling noise, that threw me off guard. It was so cute, it was kind of hard to find motivation to hit her as hard. I'm sure Theodora felt the same way.
But more importantly, she wouldn't be able to absorb as much energy, and if the Bidoof continued to lower her attack, she'd be a sitting duck. Best to finish this off quick.
"Theo, the special move. Just like we rehearsed. Struggle Bug!"
She charged forward towards Natalie's moemon, resisting the effects of its growling by shutting her eyes tight. This time the vibrations she absorbed were her own, flitting her antennae faster and faster.
With a burst of buzzing harmonics, the concussive waves burst from her body, sending the grass flat down away from her and leaving painful slices on the Bidoof.
"Crap! Bidoof, shut her down. Don't let her charge up. Tackle!"
This time, my Kricketot didn't have time to absorb the blow. She struck her hard, and for a moment, I heard the sound of her shell cracking. This was bad. If Natalie realized…
"She's open now. Keep up the assault and don't let her get her footing."
And that's when the true beat down began. The Bidoof struck Theo again and again, never letting her get the momentum she needed to counter attack.
Just when I thought all hope was lost, however, a bright light burst from Theodora. Both Natalie and I were in shock as she began to grow in size. Her simple coat flourished into a crimson dress as her antennae stretched out into long pig red pigtails. A dark cloak appeared around her neck, adding an elegant flair to her attire. Finally, two conductors' batons appeared in her hands.
"My turn," she chided, flashing a smirk. With a flourish, she flicked her wrists, inflicting deep gashes on the Bidoof. It was as if she were conducting the sounds of nature itself to strike like sharp claws into her flesh. "Now, experience my sonata: Fury Cutter!"
With a series of swift and rapid movements, the Bidoof found itself being torn apart. Unable to stand up to the assault, Natalie quickly recalled her back to her pokeball.
"Incredible," Natalie gasped, moving to examine the new moemon standing before her. "Your Kricketot evolved into a Kricketune. She's so beautiful, too! And those moves. I've never even seen anything like them before."
"I learned from the best," Theodora explained, shooting me an affectionate grin. "He trained me well."
"I can see that," Natalie agreed. As the trainer approached me, she placed a wad of cash in my hand. "As thanks for the battle," she explained. "You passed my test, for certain. I'm sorry I ever doubted you."
"No apologies needed. You helped me, too. I was starting to doubt myself. But if Theodora is telling the truth, and it was my training that helped her to evolve...Well, then I'm not going to give up on her. Or myself."
"That's the spirit," she agreed. "Good luck, Vulpus. I'm sure you'll do great. Don't let either of us down."
With that, I waved farewell to Natalie, and continued onward toward Jubilife, ready for the next challenge.
Unbeknownst to me, that next challenge came quick. Another trainer spotted me, and flagged me down to talk. "Hey, you're new, right?" he asked.
I was hesitant to respond. If he was like Tristan, I didn't want to label myself as an easy mark.
Seemingly following my logic, he held up his hands to show he meant no harm. "It's okay if you are. I'm asking because I wanted someone on my level to practice my new strategy with."
"So you're not looking to kill my moemon?" I questioned.
He shook his head. "Nope. In fact, I'm not going to attack at all."
"How in the world will that work?" I questioned.
"I want to see the defensive power of my moemon. As such, I'd ask you to send one of your weaker pokemon against it, so I can gauge just how well your attacks get through."
I was still suspicious of this guy, but I reached for the pokeball that held Bruh. "Okay. But if this is a trick, I won't hesitate to really let you have it."
"Man, you sure are a suspicious guy," he noted. "My name's Logan by the way."
"Vulpus," I replied. "Let's battle."
"That's what I like to hear! Go, Burmy!"
From his pokeball emerged a small boy wrapped in a cloak of leaves. The only thing visible was his face.
"Go, Bruh."
"Bruh?" he laughed. "You named your moemon, 'Bruh'?"
"Not my most creative name," I admitted. "Bruh, use tackle on his moemon.
"Burmy, protect!"
As my Bidoof slammed his head into Burmy, nothing happened. It was as if all of the force just dissipated instantly. "What the...Bruh, again."
"Keep up protect, Burmy."
The same result once more.
"That's pretty impressive," I said.
"Yeah well, it comes with a downside. It doesn't always work when you use it multiple times in a row."
"Bidoof, hit him again."
"Burmy, protect!"
Just like Logan said, this time the attack went through, sending his moemon hurtling end over end. We repeated this process for a solid fifteen minutes, until finally, his Burmy collapsed beneath his cloak. He'd run out of energy from all of his protects.
"Well, that was definitely an interesting match," I noted.
Logan nodded in agreement. "Yep. I learned a lot. I think it will be useful when up against a more powerful pokemon, but I need to work on preparing something more offensive too, so that I can turn the tables when I need to. Thank you, Vulpus."
"Don't mention it."
With that strange battle out of the way, nothing was left between me and Jubilife City.
As I passed the massive skyscrapers of Jubilife, I couldn't help but feel nostalgic for Unova. This, much more than Twintree and Sandgem was closer to my old home.
Still, the homesickness faded easily when I saw the beautiful Dawn waving at me in the street, a big, warm smile on her face. That smile could melt the coldest heart, I decided.
When I approached her, my eyes ended up drifting to a strange object on the road. It was like a phone booth, but...different. A man wearing a trench coat emerged from it, and upon looking at Dawn and I, ducked behind a light pole.
Following my confused gaze, Dawn watched as he quickly darted across the road before continuing to observe us. I protectively moved between Dawn and the stranger, but tried to put him out of my mind.
"So, I made it," I told her.
"Y-yeah. Good job. I hope you got in some training."
"I did. One of my moemon even evolved."
"That's great! That's just…" She trailed off before having enough of our stalker. "Hey you, get out from behind that light pole. I know you're watching us. What gives?"
The man quickly emerged and shushed her. He looked around frantically, but when no one else seemed to be around, he sighed. "Sorry if I startled you," he said. "My name is...Well, you can just call me The Looker."
"The Looker?" I repeated. "What are you, some kind of secret agent?"
He shushed me this time. "Keep your voice down. Yes, I'm something like that. Look, it'd be a very long explanation, but my investigation has shown that dark forces are at work here in Sinnoh. It'll be best if you keep on your guard."
"Yeah, we are," Dawn stated. "That's why we're talking to you."
"What?! No! I'm one of the good guys! Listen, if you two see me again, and you most likely will, it's incredibly important that you don't speak to me."
"Because you're under cover?" I asked.
He contemplated the question before shaking his head. "On second thought, you should talk to me."
"Wow. You must be really lonely." Dawn sneered at him. "Kind of pathetic, isn't it?"
"No, because if you see anything strange, you should tell me about it so I can handle whatever problems arise. No offense, but the entire universe could be at stake."
I frowned. "You don't think you're being a tad overdramatic?"
"No one ever believes the world is at risk until it actually gets destroyed. Just trust me. Look, to prove it, I'll give you this." He offered me a small wrist watch like device.
"Does it shoot lasers or something?"
"No. This will keep track of the people that you battle with. Someone nearby is giving off negative ripples in the space-time continuum. If you fight them, this will let me know and we'll be able to track down the source of the disturbance."
My head was spinning. Space-time? Ripples? Before I could consider it further, Dawn looped her arm around mine and started to tug me away from. "Thank you," she offered. "We'll definitely keep an eye out for any suspicious characters."
"Good, good. Don't forget."
"We won't," she promised before turning away from the guy and whispering, "Freaking nutjob. C'mon, Vulpus. If I remember correctly, I owe you a lesson at the pokemon center."
In an instant, my mind ceased to be concerned with the man who'd been stalking us, and focused instead on the dark haired beauty beside me. "You do?"
She gave me a flirty wink. "Don't tell me you forgot. Do you not want to show your senpai how much you're willing to learn?"
"Y-yes, ma'am," I stammered, letting her lead me into a room.
As soon as the door was closed, I slid my hand through her silky hair and pressed my lips to hers, causing her to give a gasp of surprise. She pressed her hands on my chest to push me away. "What are you doing?" she gasped.
My face went pale. "What? Were we not...I'm so sorry. I completely misread the situation. I thought…"
Her expression twisted into a playful smirk as she grabbed my shirt and pulled herself against my body. "If you're going to kiss me, you're supposed to bring me to you, stupid. Now, try again."
I nodded, this time, I wrapped an arm around her waist, and gripped her hair before roughly pulling her in for a kiss. She gave a soft groan, sucking on my bottom lip as she draped her arms around my neck.
After a few moments, she rested her head against me with a sigh. "That's much better," she whispered. "You're not a bad kisser."
"You're not so bad yourself."
She giggled. "I've had some practice. Now let's see how well you can round the bases, hmm?"
Well, having already made it to first, my hand rose to get to second, but Dawn grabbed it and stopped me. Her eyes had a mischievous gleam in them.
"Is that really the best you can do? I thought you actually wanted this."
"I do."
"Then quit being a little bitch and prove it."
Her challenge to my manhood stoked the fires of my ego, and letting my baser instincts take over, I shoved her down onto the bed, tearing her v-neck dress lower, and causing the buttons to scatter in the room.
Her eyes widened, surprised by my new aggressiveness as I kicked off my shoes, and began to maul her throat. When my hand snaked between her thighs, I made an interesting discovery.
I found that her panties had already begun to be soaked through. Now it was my turn to tease her. "Some senpai you are. How are you going to teach me control when you can't even keep your panties dry?"
"Ha. That's rich coming from an amateur like you," she panted into my ear. "If you think you're doing good, just remember you're not even halfway. I still have all my clothes on."
"I can fix that."
The lacy thong she was wearing was easy enough to move aside. I nibbled on her neck, two long fingers slowly sliding into her moist folds. The gentle movements I used to pump in and out of her didn't seem to brink her any sort of satisfaction. I sped up, using my thumb to stimulate her clit.
She moaned her gratitude. "Still...clothed…"
"Yeah, yeah. Keep your shirt on," I joked. It earned me a heavenly half-giggle before she continued to sing songs of pleasure.
My other hand slid around her lithe body, seeking the zipper for her dress, and upon its discovery, I began to unwrap the gift I'd anticipated for so long.
With her dress now loose on her body, I paused my affections to work it off of her. Again, she stopped me with a wink, and stood from the bed. God, she just wouldn't stop torturing me.
"Would you like me to take it off fast or slow?" she purred.
Somehow, I doubted indecision was the best course of action. I hesitated to say fast, because I wanted to enjoy the show she put on. But at the same time, I greatly desired to see what had been previously hidden.
"Do it slow," I instructed. "But don't torture me too much."
Dawn gave me the sexiest pout I'd ever seen, but turned her back to me to sensually wiggle out of the dress. "You don't like it when I tease you?" she questioned, giving me a glance over her shoulder. "I thought I was being cute."
My heart skipped a beat as her lacy undergarments came into view. As she reached for her stockings, I quickly snagged her wrist. Surprised, she stopped and waited for an explanation. "Leave them on," I half-instructed, half-pleaded.
It was apparent from expression that she was amused, and so she consented, instead going to shrug off her bra revealing the most beautiful milk-white orbs I'd ever seen, with shiny pink nubs, just begging to be attacked.
As she hooked her fingers into her panties, I couldn't help myself, I grabbed her and roughly tossed her against the wall. Dawn gave a gasp, but instead of fear there was a look of excitement in her eyes.
This time, I didn't care what she said, I roughly kissed her my hands working to massage her breasts. Her nipples stood firm at my touch, and with my new targets in sight, I trailed kisses down her throat.
Grazing my teeth against her nipple, I began to suck on her luscious melons. Occasionally moving to the valley of her cleavage to nip at her sensitive skin.
She bit her lip to avoid crying out when I resumed my fingering. I was lost to my desires now, unable to even think of self control or gentleness. Dawn's nails sank into my shirt before she again moved her hands to my chest and pushed me away.
"God damn it, woman," I groaned. "What is it now?"
The beautiful lab assistant placed a hand beneath my chin to give me a soft peck on my lips. "Don't be that way, sweetheart. I'm just giving you a hand for third base. It'll be kind of tough to give me what I want with your clothes on. Don't you think?" She accented the last syllable with a click of her soft pink tongue.
Surrendering to her point, I watched as she began to unbutton my top. It was agonizingly slow. With the way she stared up at me, with her sexy pout and her tits squeezed together, it was obvious she took great pleasure in torturing me.
Still, I let the woman work. She sank to her knees, working my fly open and allowing my slacks to pool around my ankles. I kicked them behind me as she fished into my boxers for my hard member.
"Wow, you're already so hard," she taunted, giving it a few affectionate pumps. "I knew you were a horny bastard, but is this really the effect one little peep show has on you?"
I didn't want to spoil the game we played by informing her that it was only because it was her peep show that I was as hard as I was.
Not waiting for a response, she placed a sweet kiss on my tip, trailing more down my shaft. Her gentle fingers never stopped gliding back and forth while she stared up at me.
Her free hand rested on my hip as she began to torment me more, using her tongue to moisten every inch of sensitive cock. I began to pant like a dog in heat, until I saw the disappointment in her eyes.
What on earth was she wanting from me? I searched for some clue, when I realized that she herself wasn't being pleasured anymore. I stopped her by grabbing her wrists and freeing myself from her grip.
She was light enough that I easily was able to lift her in my arms before tossing her down on the bed. Again, the eagerness returned to her eyes, and so I pounced on her like a hungry mountain lion.
I stared deep into her soul-filled gaze, enjoying their beautiful sapphire hues, and soon, the tip of my member was pressed between her hiked up legs.
Realizing where I was going she quickly grabbed my cheeks and shouted "STOP!" with a surprising intensity.
Taken aback by her sudden reluctance I froze, unsure of how to respond. Once she'd calmed down, she sighed before affectionately cupping my cheek.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I'm not quite ready to go that far with you. Don't worry, I intend to let you finish, but I was hoping for maybe a little bit of…" She trailed off, trying to figure out a coy way of explaining her wants. "Lip service."
Realizing what she meant, I nodded. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be so forceful. I kind of got lost in the moment, you know?"
Dawn giggled. "I'm okay with that. Let's just table that slide into home plate for a different game, okay tiger?"
"Yes, senpai," I replied, giving her an affectionate kiss of my own.
When I trailed down her body, I found her pussy to already be dripping small pearls of femcum, much to my delight. So she was enjoying this as much as I was, at the least.
Placing a kiss on her lower lips, I allowed my tongue to slip inside. I'd never done this before, so I began lapping at it like a dog at first. When that didn't illicit the moans I'd hoped, I pressed deeper, burying myself into her mound.
That was a better response, and so I began to tear it up like I was digging for treasure with the only shovel I had. She tasted incredibly sweet, like strawberries and cream. Did all ladies taste like this? Somehow, I doubted it.
I felt Dawn's hands grip onto my hair, pulling me further against her until I gagged from having my tongue so deep. At the rate she was going, she was going to smother me between her thighs. Though there were worse ways to go, I grabbed her hands and pinned them to her sides, which only seemed to excite her more.
"G-god! I thought you were a virgin," she moaned.
Well, that was a point for me at least. I actually was a virgin. I pressed my tongue upward, finding a small hard nub just at the top and when I touched it, she all but screamed.
I pulled away quickly, thinking I'd hurt her, but she then began to whimper, looking up at me in need. "D-don't stop," she whined. "I'm already so close."
Having gained another new insight into how to pleasure her, I began to work at teasing her. Using gentle movements, I'd press at the nub until she began to squirm and moan, before backing off to search elsewhere.
"I can't tell...if you're really bad at this...or if you're just doing this to torture me."
I confirmed the latter with a playful wink.
"Ugh, you bastard," she groaned. I could feel her fingers tensing up in the comforter as she bucked against my face, trying to get herself off on my tongue, but I wasn't having it. "Geez, what are you wanting from me? Do you want me to beg you for it?"
Well, now that she mentioned it. I paused my affections to place a kiss on her clit. "Maybe that's exactly what I want," I purred. I nibbled on her thighs, causing her to give a horny grunt.
"O-okay! F-fine. P-p-please, Master...let me cum?"
Her calling me Master sent another surge of arousal through my body, but it would take more than that to get relief. "You call that begging?" I teased. "My dog begs better than that." I accented my statement with another slow, torturous lick up her slit.
"F-fuck! God damn it, Master, please! Please, please, please let me cum!"
"With a cherry on top?"
"Yes, with a god damned fucking cherry on top, please don't stop. Just let me orgasm...please?" Her last please was so devoid of hope, and full of desperation, that I couldn't help but surrender.
"No need for such a dirty mouth," I taunted. With that, I renewed my oral assault on her body. Licking, slurping, sucking, biting, I used all of the tools at my disposal to ensure that I overloaded her body with bliss.
It wasn't long before I was rewarded for my efforts with an ear-piercing moan and a torrential wave of cum into my mouth. When her hips fell still, I looked up to see her breasts now rising and falling with labored breath.
"So good," she panted. "I'd never have thought…"
She let the sentiment hang in the air as I again climbed her body. "Don't you quit on me now. You promised to let me finish, and I sure as shit am not going to be to using my hand to do it."
"Oh, but…you promised you wouldn't."
"And I won't," I told her, straddling her chest. "There's somewhere else I wanted to go."
Realizing my meaning, she wiggled out of my grasp and placed her hands on either side of her chest. She pressed her tits on either side of my hard shaft and began to slowly slide them up and down. "You little horn dog, you. Do my tits turn you on that much?" she hummed.
"God, yes. Ever since I first saw you, I've been dreaming about them."
She stopped, tilting her head to the side. "Really?"
I nodded. "I'll be honest, I thought you were gorgeous from the moment we first met."
That caused her cheeks to turn bright red as she averted her eyes from me. I'd never seen this shy side of her. "Aw shucks," she murmured. "No one's ever said something so sweet before."
"Well, you deserve it," I told her, stroking her dark raven hair.
That only made her blush brighter. "Damn it, don't get sappy on me now," she said before silencing me with a long suck on my tip.
Like that, the fire in our passion burst forth again. I began to rock my hips, using her tits to pleasure myself. She began to moan into my cock as her tongue swirled around the tip like a well-practiced whore.
"Holy shit," I moaned. "That feels so…"
In that moment, my body lost control. I couldn't even begin to try to stop myself as I came into her mouth. She gave a surprised squeak before shoving me off of her.
Before I could react, she rolled off the bed and spat my load straight into the trash can. "Wow, that was really fast," she noted.
Shame filled me as I sat there naked, my flame extinguished in the blink of an eye.
It wasn't hard for Dawn to notice. Sitting beside me, she rested her head on my shoulder. "Aww, don't be so hard on yourself, cutie. I figured you wouldn't take much to burst." That didn't help at all. "There's no shame in it, Vulpus. You're just inexperienced. Look, having sex is just like training moemon. You've got to build up experience before you go for the gym battle, right?"
"Y-yeah. I suppose that's true."
Dawn smiled and kissed my cheek. "See? There you go."
She stood up from the bed and began to gather her clothes. "Wait, you're not going to stay?" I asked her. "I thought...you know…"
Dawn gave a giggle. "Ah, I see. Sorry, hun, I'm not a cuddle and pillow talk kind of girl."
"Oh."
"You owe me a new dress, by the way. Not that that wasn't incredibly hot, but next time don't rip up my clothes, okay? I don't have the money for that."
"S-sorry. How much do I owe you?"
"Vulpus…"
"Yes?"
"A word of advice. Don't ever ask a girl that after you just finished having sex with her."
I became flustered as she finished dressing in front of me. "Sorry again."
"God, you're just so adorable," she teased. Now fully clothed again, she moved forward and ruffled my hair. "I'm going to go gather some more data. If you're looking for your friend, Barry, I saw him go into the pokemon academy earlier. He's probably still there. I'll catch you later, okay?"
"Yeah...okay."
I was speechless, unable to say anything as Dawn flounced out of the room and back out into the world. I couldn't even begin to fathom how on earth she could process what I was feeling so quickly.
(Game Saved. To be continued…)