A/N:
Well, here we are with the eleventh chapter! Definitely was an... interesting chapter to write, to say the least. Still coming to terms with the fact that I'm writing lemons; hopefully I'll get more used to these kinds of scenes. Now, an important thing that I feel that I should mention: Michael does have five girls, and that will leave room for a lot of lemon material. But always know that the lemons will come after the plot for my stories. Action/plot first, sex second.
I don't own Pokémon or any of the products in this story; all I own is my characters and the plot. Do I even need to include this obvious disclaimer at the beginning of each chapter?
If you are enjoying the improved quality of this story, then you can thank Archangel2462 for being an awesome beta. He has contributed great effort to reading through this entire story and pointing out the dozens of grammatical mistakes in it.
Also, thanks to Umari Moon for peer reviewing the lemon scene, for giving me great advice for the lemons to come, and for being a great pal in general.
"…" - Spoken dialogue
Italics - Michael's thoughts
'Italics' - Telepathic dialogue
/\/\/\ - Lemon Scene
"If at some point you don't ask yourself, 'What have I gotten myself into?' then you're not doing it right.
-Roland Gau
Ch. 11 - Dragon Riding
The shrill cry of the alarm made the two of them jolt awake, wondering what had happened to their previously peaceful world. Using her telekinesis, Alaina slammed the clock into the wall, causing it to quiet down. Upon collecting their thoughts, and remembering that they had somewhere to be, they removed the covers. Still connected from the night before, Alaina reluctantly slipped off of him, removing herself from his now flaccid member.
They showered together, helping one another remove the evidence of their lovemaking the night before. The latias was all smiles throughout the process, wrapping her arms around him, and all in all making the process difficult, albeit in a loving way. They had to repress the desire to have a quick morning romp; there wasn't enough time, and they had somewhere to be within the hour.
Once he had gathered the girls, he approached Zeke's door. Before he could knock, the zoroark walked out. "Nice to see you're awake on time," Michael said.
"I was awake the second I heard you hit the wall so hard," Zeke snapped. "Seriously, what the hell was that for?"
"Sorry," Alaina mumbled, "that was my fault."
.....
Rules were rules, and the girls had to go in their balls unless called out to battle. The black skies were gradually becoming lighter, but the large stadium lights were still needed. The stands were hardly occupied - very few people wanted to come watch at such an hour. But nevertheless, the interior was active, having each of its four battlefields occupied.
Their opponent looked to be around thirteen years old. He absentmindedly tapped a ball at his side in anticipation for the upcoming match. Upon looking up at the screen portraying their battle, Michael noticed that his opponent had, in fact, only one pokémon. Next to each candidate's name was six slots, each showing the main type of the pokémon. His was grass. Alright then, Elise it is.
"Alright battlers," the referee said, "I want a good, clean match. Are you both ready to start?"
"Yes," they both said.
"Then head to each side of the field and begin." They nodded; shaking hands, they each made their way to their own side. Michael looked up at the screen. Each trainer had their name on one half - the side corresponding to their position on the field. His name was to the right, and he had been selected to send out his pokémon first. He pulled out the luxury ball, clicking the central button on it and releasing Elise. The glaceon looked back at him and smiled. At the other end, Chris looked down nervously, but released his own pokémon.
Barely over a foot tall, a turtwig materialized before them. Elise looked back at Michael questioningly. "Umm… he's not very…"
"I know," Michael responded quietly, "just tone it down a little, okay?"
"I will." She faced her foe, lowering her front as though ready to pounce. Elise had, by far, the least diverse moveset of all the girls, knowing ice shard, ice beam, frost breath, barrier, mirror coat, shadow ball, and, of course, her powerful blizzard. But where she lacked variety, she made up in her control over her attacks. That, as well as the type difference between her and her opponent, made it obvious who the winner would be. However, simply winning would not be enough - they had to score well, too. Michael, though, was confident that the girls could cut it.
"Turtwig, use razor leaf!" Chris shouted, interrupting him from his thoughts. The small turtle sent a barrage of green towards the glaceon.
"Counter it with ice shard," Michael said. Elise formed dozens of small, icy crystals, then launched them straight ahead. The leaves were shredded apart in midair from the sharpness of her ice in a beauteous display of shimmering particles. But this ice shard was noticeably slower than her others - Michael knew her well enough to see that she had held back on the attack. If she had wanted to, she could have sent them with much more force, probably nailing the turtwig in the process. Despite this, though, the remaining shards fell barely short of his location, making the grass-type jump back in fear.
"Don't back down," Chris chastised. "Hit her with a headbutt!" The turtwig ran towards her, trying to deliver upon his trainer's command.
"Elise, hit him with a shadow ball." The glaceon nodded, charging up a violet orb and sending it towards him with a nudge of her head. The attack impacted the charging turtwig, stopping him mid-dash and making him fall limp, sliding a few feet before coming to a halt. The battle hadn't even lasted thirty seconds. The judges looked confusedly at one another.
"Well that wasn't worth missing two hours of sleep," Zeke said, yawning. "I'd barely call that a fight." Michael glared at the zoroark, hoping the kid hadn't heard. Luckily, he hadn't; instead, he was focused on returning his fainted pokémon. "What? I was just telling the truth."
"Just because you can say something doesn't mean you should."
Moments later, all eyes were on the screen, as scores were being displayed under each trainer's name. Under Chris's name, the three numbers appeared - 2.5, 1.8, 2.0. Ouch, Michael thought. Scores like that made it nearly impossible for the young trainer to make it to the elimination rounds, and Chris's downtrodden face made it evident that he knew that. Seconds later, Michael's own scores appeared. Three tens. Woah, shit! A perfect score on our first match? Elise gawked up at the screen, then turned around and sprinted towards him, leaping up into his arms upon meeting him halfway.
"You did it!" Michael said. "You got perfect scores, El!"
"I-I'm so ha-happy!" she yipped, quivering from excitement. Though their competition was far from the best, he was proud of her and how skilled she had become. The beaming ice-type in his arms was the most adorable thing he had ever seen, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss her. But such an action likely wouldn't be very well received in Johto, and they both knew it. So he simply hugged her tightly, to which she nuzzled into his neck.
.....
Michael wouldn't have been able to sleep if he didn't treat the giddy glaceon for her success. Since she had prevailed in her match so well, she was allowed to pick what they would do for the day. That led to where they were now, relaxing on the coast. Michael and Zeke, both with their aviators on, were reclined in a pair of folding chairs, only a few yards away from the foaming sands. Michael was exhausted from the hours spent with the hyperactive glaceon in the shallows, and fought the urge to fall asleep on more than one occasion. Beside him, Veronica was laying face up, dozing and basking in the warmth of the sun. Charlotte sat in his lap, finishing off a hot dog he had bought for her from a nearby vendor. When she was done, she lay back, using the crook of his neck for a pillow. He looked down, seeing a sight besides her beautiful vulpine face that made him grin in amusement.
"You got a little mustard on you, Char," he said.
"Huh? Where?" He dabbed her nose, removing the small yellow spot. "Oh, thank you." She took the tip of his finger into her mouth, sucking on it sultrily.
"Not here," Michael said. After all, they were in public, and there were kids around. The last thing anyone needed to see was him and his braixen getting into the beginning stages of intimacy in the middle of the beach.
"Fine," she said, "but back at the bedroom—."
"You won't be doing anything there, either," Ver said, cutting her off. Apparently she wasn't sleeping after all…
"What do you mean?" Charlotte asked.
"Exactly that - none of the rest of you are to so much as touch him there until I've had mine." Zeke looked over, having to stifle his laughter.
"You aren't the boss of me," the braixen retorted. "I'll do whatever I want with our Michael."
"Not until I've taught him his lesson," Veronica simply stated.
"Huh," Zeke said to Michael, "sounds like BDSM, if ya ask me."
"No," the flygon said, "but he needs to pay for what he did."
"But… that means we won't be able to do anything for… another five whole days! That's not fair!" Veronica rolled on her side, shrugging at the braixen.
"Well then I guess you better switch nights with me so you don't have to wait so long." Charlotte let out a lowly growl, angry that she couldn't have her way. But, waiting two nights was better than waiting five.
"Fine," she she said through clenched teeth. "Michael, in two nights, we're going to have the best sex ever, alright?"
"You all do realize that I am right freaking here," Zeke said. "For the love of Arceus, say that kind of stuff behind closed doors."
"Stay outta this!" Charlotte snapped.
"Well then don't say that shit around me! I mean damn, I'm just here trying to relax, and you all start talking about how you're gonna handle him under the covers!" Charlotte spun to face him, swiftly pulling out her stick and setting it ablaze, and thrust it near the zoroark, making him go silent.
"One more word, Zeke, and I'll turn you into ash." Zeke, acting in his best interests, didn't say another word. When Charlotte had finally turned around, resuming her argument with Veronica, Zeke looked at Michael, giving him an irritated look. Michael simply shook his head, laying back against the chair.
"I think you need to learn who's in charge here," Veronica finally said.
"Definitely not you, lizard!"
"Watch your tone with me, fox!" Veronica replied, sitting up. "Maybe I should throw you into the ocean to teach you some respect."
"Girls, please," Michael said, hoping to deescalate the two of them. Fortunately, it worked, and the two quieted down. "Ver, what's with you? Is something wrong?"
"No," she curtly stated.
"Yes," Charlotte said. "It's that time of the—." Veronica stood up, stomping loudly, and grabbed her, lifting her up by the shoulders.
"Go on!" she roared. "Finish that sentence! I dare you!" So that's why Ver's been on edge lately - she's in heat… Looking around, Michael saw that they had become quite the center of attention, catching glares from all sides.
"Ver…" Michael said, hoping the flygon would calm down. Charlotte murmured something unintelligible.
"What was that?!" Veronica asked.
"I said… maybe, once your heat has gone away, you'll stop acting like such a tyrannical bitch!"
"Oh, that's it!" Veronica yelled.
"Ver, put her down!" The flygon turned to face her trainer.
"You know, that's a great idea!" With that, she hauled back, readying herself to throw the braixen into the water. Michael figured that this had gone too far, and did something that he almost never did - he voluntarily returned her to her ball. Charlotte fell to the ground, too dazed to move and breathing rapidly. He offered her his hand, and she wearily took it, tightly wrapping her arms around him for comfort. Layla and Elise made their way to her.
"Are… you okay?" Elise asked, with her ears lowered.
"Y…y-yes" Charlotte stammered. Michael could feel her heart racing. "S-she's outta control…"
"I know, Char," Michael said. "I know." Though he wouldn't admit it, he was scared for night to come.
.....
Veronica was completely silent throughout dinner, but her ravenous appetite was even larger than normal. Michael knew - they all knew - that she was storing extra energy for her upcoming activities with her trainer. "Damn dude," Zeke said quietly to Michael, "I don't envy you tonight." The flygon grabbed her tray, stood up, and headed back to the buffet. Shit, this is her third trip! With her previous promise, her recent attitude, and the massive amount of food she was downing, it was clear to Michael that he was in for quite a night. He tried to keep his mind occupied by focusing on feeding Elise. She could've eaten her berry salad without assistance by simply eating how most wild pokémon would. Truth be told, she could eat most of her dishes that way, but she always preferred to be fed by Michael. Of course, he enjoyed this - even going so far as to discover what amounts of each berry she wanted each bite.
Veronica finally returned to the table, her tray full once more. Her and Charlotte were on completely opposite sides of the table - as far away from each other as possible. The last thing Michael needed was to have to pay the hotel for cafeteria reconstruction. Although, he thought, nervously eyeing Veronica, we might have to pay them to repair the room… He doubted the flygon was about to take it easy on him, despite the fact that he was so new to this. Finished with her meal, Elise lay back, placing her head in Michael's lap, and looking up at him with a large grin. He rubbed her head, never able to tire of the way her smooth fur felt to his hand. She gently nosed his palm, then gave him a love bite. Laughing inwardly, and knowing that he wouldn't be making use of his left hand at the moment, he picked up his fork with his other, then began with his own meal. With the way things were looking, he'd likely need the energy that night.
.....
The next morning, he woke up wishing that he hadn't. Despite his accelerated healing, which had already taken care of his bitten shoulder, he ached all over - the result of his newly mated flygon viciously slamming all three hundred thirty pounds of her weight against him. Speaking of which…
Veronica tightened her grip on him, murmuring something in her sleep. Michael rolled his eyes - he wasn't going anywhere until she woke up as well. "Ver," he said quietly, trying to speed up the process.
"Five more minutes," she mumbled. Ugh, fine… He couldn't deny, though, the fact that her large frame felt amazing pressed up against him.
She uncurled her tail from around his leg and loosened her death-grip hug on him. "Good morning," he said, rubbing the back of her head.
"Morning," she replied, nudging his cheek. She placed her clawed hands on each side of his face, drawing him in for a gentle, sweet kiss. "Last night was… well beyond anything I could've imagined."
"Me too," he said honestly.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"O-of course," he said. "I mean, it was a little bit rough, but it felt great. If you don't mind me asking, though, what happened yesterday? You were definitely in rare form…"
"I'm… sorry. I kind of lost it yesterday… I let my heat get the better of me. Now I did plan to have you take me, but… not like that... My heat came around earlier than I thought. And I was so ready for us to… I just kind of lost it..." she said, looking down with shut eyes. She opened them, however, when he brought their lips back together.
"Don't worry," he said reassuringly, "I can take it."
"And I love you all the more for that." She sat up, stretching her wings out. "It's just… I let my heat cloud out my reason… I was kinda mean… I'm sorry." Michael shook his head.
"I'm not the one you should apologize to - you were fine to me." Her head fell in defeat, her wings drooping.
"You must mean…"
"You weren't exactly very nice to Charlotte yesterday…"
"…I know," she muttered. "I'll go apologize to her." She stood up, motioning for him to follow her. "But first, let's get ourselves cleaned up. I don't think people would like it if we walked outside like this."
.....
Michael and Veronica stepped outside, first heading next door to the rest of the girls. Michael knocked, and soon, Layla opened the door. "We're almost ready to go," the lucario said.
"Alright, I'll go check and see if Zeke's almost ready." He walked over to the zoroark's room. He almost knocked, but stopped himself when he saw a folded note peaking out from under the doorway. Picking it up, he unfolded it and read the sloppy handwriting to himself.
Hey! Congrats on getting laid, man! By the time you read this message, I will likely be catching up on the several hours of sleep I lost last night. You have proven that these walls are not sound proof - ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU REPETITIVELY RAM YOUR DAMN BED INTO THE WALL! Yeah, the only thing that separates your bed from my bed is five inches of sheetrock. With how loud the two of you were, I can easily say that I heard a good 70% of what went on in there.
So please, try and practice your sex just a little bit quieter. And for the love of Arceus, MOVE YOUR BED AWAY FROM THE WALL! You have no idea how terrifying of an experience that was - I buried my head under the pillow, trying to ignore the noises, when suddenly, my bed started SHAKING LIKE A FUCKING EARTHQUAKE! I moved to the other, but the sound was still loud as hell. Anyways, that's why I'm sleeping now…
P.S. When I get up - probably around noon - I'll meet you for lunch. Liking the looks of that cafe across the street. You know, the one with the purple umbrellas up front? Oh, and you're buying - you owe me after the mental pain you put me through last night.
P.P.S. My favorite part was the long, drawn-out roar right at the end ;)
Michael folded the note up and slid it under his door. Hopefully, nobody would see it. It seemed as though he had not thought everything through last night. But then again, how could he have with Veronica being in such a mood? He only wondered how many other people heard. Surely the room below his must have.
As he walked back into the girls' room, he couldn't help but smile at the sight before him. Veronica was hugging Charlotte's smaller frame against her own, her head on top of the fox's, between her ears. Charlotte rolled her eyes, and returned the hug.
A/N:
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