THAT SYLVEON
Here comes 2020! Have a happy new year, everyone!
Also, this chapter goes out to an interesting anonymous person, who asked me: "What memory do the original characters recall the most?"
This is chapter 38 right? I'm sort of beginning to lose count. Regardless, this chapter is the first chapter to come out in 2020! Could we get a poggers in the chat? Speaking of poggers, HotRamen made a booming family tree for the entirety of That Glaceon, and I really think you should check it out. It seriously booms. It's in the Discord serv- Oh, what was that? You're not in the discord server? Well, you better DM Luanastar#5525 if you want in. Yeah, after the 4th chapter or so, I did begin to sound a bit desperate. Desperate to meet all you guys, that is!
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Be advised, reference of a lemon ahead, as well as some disturbing scenes. You've been warned.
"We're all gathered here today to witness the purest act of love between two Pokemon, Julley Breon-Solian and Cassidy Blizzards. Judging by your faces, I can tell that you two are more than promising to care for each other, cherish each other and so on. You know the rest." The crowd erupted with laughter as Latias looked down at Cassidy, who had a childish beam on her face. "Cassidy Blizzards, do you take this handsome 'Mon to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
Cassidy didn't have to think at all. She finally was able to say her two favourite words at her own wedding.
"I do."
Latias then shifted her vision to Julley, who was equally as happy. "And Julley Breon-Solian, do you take this 'Mon to be your loving, caring, wedded wife?"
Julley had this question gleefully haunting his dreams for a long time now. Finally, he was able to give it an honest answer.
"I do."
Latias then glanced at a smirking Brendan. "Brendan Bursyamo, may we have the ring?"
Brendan nodded, before winking at Jasmine, who had been taking care of Anais the Eevee and Barry the Torchic for the time being. The Lucario put Anais on the floor, and whispered into her ear. The Eevee then chirped and ran onto the stage into Brendan's arms. Brendan had searched a talon throughout the scruff of her neck, and pulled out a small navy blue box. Julley and Cassidy gasped in surprise when they saw their child come onto the altar to deliver their ring; the latter even let out a tear of joy.
The Blaziken then handed Julley the box, to which the Umbreon had taken the ring out from. The Latias smiled herself as their child scampered off back to Jasmine, before clearing her throat. "Now, may these rings serve as a symbol of your union, and may your days be long on this earth. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
The room was louder than ever, and the time could not have been anymore perfect. Cassidy lunged towards Julley, who was barely able to put the ring on her digit, smashing his lips against her own. They were now unified as one, husband and wife, as they were given a standing ovation by the masses in the area. Yet, no one could be as happy as the newly married couple were as of that millisecond. Happiness flew through the air and up into the sky, lighting it up as the clouds parted to let the sun get a view of the graciously wed duo. Not for one second did either Julley or Cassidy even think to part from their lover, yet as the claps began to die down, Cassidy regretfully pulled away, taking a look at the Umbreon who was now her husband.
"I love you so much, Julley…"
"I love you just as much, Cassidy…"
The crowd wooted and hooted, spuring on the newly weds by chucking flowers and confetti toward the centre stage.
"JELL-O! JELL-O! JELL-O!"
"BLACK DOG, BLACK DOG, BLACK DOG!"
"JULLEY! JULLEY! JULLEY! JULLEY!"
Julley? Julley! I'm screaming at you from within your dream! Why aren't you waking up?
As soon as he heard the riveting voice come from inside him, Julley awoke in a stupor, wildly flapping his fins.
"What the heck?! Don't disturb me when I'm asleep!" he shouted aloud, nearly falling off the seat entirely.
Anais, who just entered the house not too long ago, knitted her eyebrows together aggressively.
"Wow, Dad. Not cool."Shaking her head, Anais sat on the couch and went on her phone. Sitting up properly, Julley glanced at his daughter with the pink matted fur.
"O-Oh! S-Sorry, Anais. I wasn't talking to you." excused the Umbreon, a little awkwardly.
"Uh huh, sure you weren't."
Not expecting that kind of sass from his first born, Julley got up from the couch with a bit of a slump. Working his chops, the first thing he noticed when he got up was that his daughter was also in the room with him. That's a good start. Yet, the second thing he noticed was the fact that before he slept, there were 2 letters of his own and 2 others belonging to Cassidy on the table. Now, one of them had disappeared. In specific, the letter that was written in beautiful cursive.
Aha! Hook, line, and stinker! Let's go get that bastard.
Arceus… That's my wife…
I know, sorry. I just kinda got lost in the moment.
Yeah, clearly.
Julley turned his attention to the Sylveon perched on the black leather. "Hey Anais? Have you seen your mother come through recently?"
The floundering fairy ceased smiling at her portable device to look up at her father. "Sorry, Dad. I only just came in."
"Darn… Maybe she's upstairs." mused the Umbreon to himself, but still not ending the conversation with his first born. In fact, he took an interest into how absorbed she was on her phone. "By the way, where'd you come from? Did you go somewhere after school?"
"Mhmm… I met up with a friend."
"Ah, right. Make sure you're on top of your studies, and all." warned Julley. He wasn't even worried. It just came about via instinct.
"No problem."
In an awkward attempt to get to his daughter a little more, Julley tried peering over to see Anais' phone screen. "So, what are you doing on your phone? Texting Lola?"
Quickly, Anais brought her phone to her chest. "Um, no! I was just researching a bit of Martin Luther Kingler Jr for the upcoming history test."
Walking out of the room, and past his son who was mindlessly running back and forth in the hallways, Julley ventured upstairs to his own personal quarters. He had the hopes of finding the love of his life in there.
Trotting past the bathroom doors, and Anais' room of course, he opened the entrance to himself and Cassidy's room. The chamber breathed an icy current toward Julley's face indicating the presence of a freezing female once before. Darkness shrouded his room like a veil. Once the light was turned on, Julley's heart dropped to find not even a single soul in the bedroom. Not only that, but he couldn't seem to find the letter he was familiar with anywhere in here either.
"Uuhhh… OW OW!" whinnied Brendan, completely immobilized by the Machamp's grip. Mark only loosened his grip when he saw a small orb fall out of Brendan's waist pocket. He let the near lifeless Blaziken fall limply off his thigh as he picked up the orb and examined it closely.
"Hmm... A mega evolution stone, huh? I knew you would have something up your sleeve."
Mega Evolution?! That's what it was? All of this time, Brendan thought it was just some myth that was passed around by the elderly. It was no wonder why he felt so captivated by it. Maybe, this could be his trump card out of here.
"Well, I just can't give you a chance, can I?" Mark remarked, as he dropped the orb to the ground, and crushed it into thousands of scattered pieces, just as was Brendan's only hope of turning the tides. "That'd be too easy."
"Aww, damn!" wailed Brendan, barely feeling his limbs now.
Mark looked down at the pathetic excuse for the 'best fighter' in the region of Hoenn, made an example of and he hadn't even broken a sweat.
"Duh. How else am I gonna get my revenge?" he chuckled, but Brendan didn't find this funny at all. Even if, he hadn't the will to laugh due to his extended skeleton.
"You want revenge? Kill me now, hotshot! See where that'll get you! " sneered Brendan. He felt so exhausted. There was nothing he could do now. No Abby to step in and save his feathery behind. No mega evolutions to help, either. He was on his own.
"Kill? Who said anything about killing you just yet? I have to play with my toy first, if you know what I mean." cackled Mark, picking the Blaziken up again by his arm. The blood from Brendan's face drained. He was a fighter, but was never going to be prepared for any type of torture that Mark had yet to give him.
"In fact..." Mark licked his lips. "I think you'd make a great substitute for Bonnie..."
Okay, now Brendan was legitimately scared. He was properly scared. Afraid. Petrified. Terrified. You name it.
"W-W-Wait…!"
Mark didn't listen to that empty threat. Instead, he grabbed each of Brendan's limbs with four of his arms, ensuring a zero percent chance of ever escaping. He then wrapped one arm around his legs, whilst his free hand went to exploring all of Brendan's muscular curves.
"O-Oy! Stop doing that!"
Mark smiled as he saw a blush come onto Brendan's face, as his prey squirmed hopelessly under his iron grasp.
"Aww… You're so cute. What a great ass you have, Brendan. It's a shame I'm gonna have to tear it apart." slurred Mark, squeezing the Blaziken's butt harshly, causing him to grimace. "Now, I hope you've prepared, because I'm coming in..." Mark moved closer to Brendan's ear. "Harder than you could ever imagine."
Brendan tried to move his arms and legs, but to no avail. He could only watch as Mark reached to pull down the underwear that sheathed currently 7 inches of his member at half mast - No, 8… Oh dear… 9… Oh no…
Mark witnessed the Blaziken turn a pale white once he caught a glimpse of his large penis, and merely guffawed in sick joy.
"What's wrong Brendan? Never seen something so big before?"
Unable to piece together the proper words, the blaze Pokemon shook his head in denial.
"I don't believe it… This can't be happening… Don't actually do this, Mark…" he croaked, closing his eyes and hoping.
"My Arceus, Brendan. You're actually crying. Just like a little, bitch." spat the Machamp with a broad smirk, grabbing his shaft and gently rubbing it between the exposed cheeks of the Blaziken. "If your tears weren't such a turn-on, I actually would've considered just ending your misery right there and then."
"I'm not crying!" interjected the Blaziken. However, he realised how redundant his claims were as soon as he saw where Mark's eyes were directed. Immediately, Brendan's eyes broadened as he now felt something prodding at his no-no zone. "M-Mark, s-stop!"
Mark's determined face showed no let up in his actions. Instead, it shrieked of iniquitous intent. "Open wide, Brendan. Say, 'aaaa'!"
"W-Wha? Aaaahhh… A-A-A-AHH!" screeched the suffering submissive fire-type under the mercy of the maniacal Machamp, who watched his victim with a smile. Only half-way in, and Mark already felt like his revenge was satisfied.
"Mmm, yeah… Just like that, babe." moaned Mark, staring right into the pained eyes of the fire type that he held within his arms, moving his hips closer to Brendan's buttocks. Now at this time, the Machamp decided to get a little more comfortable with the taboo he committed. Slowly, but carefully, he set the struggling Blaziken on the cold, unforgiving ground, still holding his legs in an anvil position.
Now that they had assumed a different position, it was so much easier for Mark to explore further depths of Brendan's poor cavity.
"Oh yeah… Brendan… Brendan… Brendan!"
"Brendan! Brendan please, wake up!"
Jasmine shook the Blaziken with utmost urgency; he seemed to be reaching out and shuffling about violently in his sleep. In the flash of a second, Brendan woke up in a cold sweat while breathing heavily. He looked left; nothing but a beige wall with a window. He glanced right, and saw his wife, Jasmine Bursyamo, leaning over worriedly, clutching his talon.
"Good Arceus above, Brendan! Don't scare me like that!" she shouted, holding him in a tight embrace.
Brendan out of instinct hugged the Lucario, but had only just properly realised what was going on around him.
"Uhh… Jasmine? Are you alright?"
The Lucario seemed to look at him as if his feathers had turned blue, and he was wearing a pilot jacket. "What? Am I alright? You were the one doing somersaults in your sleep! Did you have a nightmare or something?"
Brendan scratched his head. "Umm… I think so. I-It's not a big deal, anyway. I've got an away match to attend, so I'll be alright, m'kay?"
Despite the fire-type's pleads, his wife knew that it would take more than that to fully convince her. Escaping the embrace, Jasmine focused on Brendan's forehead, placing her paw upon it.
"Oh no you don't. I can tell when you have a fever, and that's definitely it."
"Come on, Jasmine." reasoned the slightly sniffling Blaziken. "You can't keep doing this, I'm not 19 anymore. I can handle a fev-"
"BARRY!" screamed the Lucario, only using 12% percent of her vocal power there. The owner of the name came rushing to the door, peeking his head through.
Gee. So much regard for her sleeping children.
Shh! The author said we're only allowed to comment during character dialogues!
W-W-W-Wait, really?
Yes! Now shut up before she hears us!
"Y-Yes Mom?" meekly spoke the tired Blaziken. He wasn't really one to nap, but he certainly was glad that the only time he did, it was cut short by a feud among his parents.
Jasmine pointed to a box with a green plus sign on it. It sat on a desk that was right next to two cots containing one raucous Riolu each, that were not awake.
"Grab that box for me. Your father's gonna need an injection."
"I don't need an injection!" Brendan loudly replied. "Thanks for the offer, Jazz, but I oughtta be going to work now. Barry, don't grab the box."
Barry stopped in his tracks. One of the Riolus, specifically the one with the name "Jacie" scribbled onto the side of the cot, peeked their head out to see the commotion firsthand.
"What? Of course you need an injection! Brendan, you're acting like a goofball, and not the cute kind!" scorned the Lucario, holding her struggling husband down. "Hey, you know I'm stronger than you, right? Barry, grab the box."
Confused, Barry followed the instruction, taking more steps toward the objective.
Jasmine now straddled the fidgeting Blaziken, sitting on his pelvis to better hold him down. Meanwhile, Barry had picked up the box, and began to move back to his mother.
"BARRY, NO!" squealed Brendan, trying hard to overcome the powerful Lucario. However, to little avail. Jasmine had already recieved the box, pulling out a syringe with a pink fluid inside of it.
Brendan's eye's dilated once he caught the size of the needle. He was always afraid of situations like these, ever since that once instance when he had dislocated his shoulder as an 18 year-old. His wrist was immobilised by the help of Barry pushind down his left arm toward the bed.
"Stop struggling, babe! It'll be quick, and it's for your own good, alright?"
The verbal support was helpful, but it was quickly brushed away once the needle became closer and closer to his wrist, until it was only a few centimeters away. DefCon 1 was hit, and Brendan was in full panic mode, wriggling up and down to try and get out of his wife and son's tandem grasp.
"Ugh, would you quit being such a baby? It'll only take a couple seconds. I'll leave you alone aft- Oop!"
Jasmine squawked out of seemingly nowhere, releasing her grasp on the Blaziken. Barry was extremely lost. He was wondering why his mother hadn't jabbed the needle down his father's bloodstream already.
"U-Umm… B-Barry? Put this box back where you found it." ordered Jasmine, desperately albeit sloppily putting the needle back into it's container, and shoving it into Barry's chest. "A-A-And, take your sisters to your room for an hour, okay? W-We just need to sort something out."
"Uhh… Okay, Mom."
The first-born was as perplexed as a Spinda on drugs. Although, the message was recieved. He put the medicinal cube in it's original place, picked up both of his little sisters within his arms, and left the room.
Once Jasmine had visually followed the 'Ziken out of the room, she immediately turned to the smirking Blaziken, whom she still straddled, yet the turns seemed to have tabled.
"You're of an evil kind, you know that, right goofball?"
Brendan simply shrugged his shoulders, yet didn't remove the smirk. "Sorry babe. I don't know what you're talking about. All I did was thiss∼"
The Blaziken cheekily flexed his glutes, thrusting forward and grinding against a certain part of Jasmine's pelvis. The frustratedly blushing Lucario quivered, biting her lip to stifle a moan.
"Alright, fine! First, we fuck, then injection, m'kay?"
Brendan threw his hips up again, mocking the fighting and steel type Pokemon. "Mmm… I don't know, I don't feel like having sex right now…"
Instantly, Jasmine's eyes were now the ones to dilate in sheer want and desire.
"Brendan, PLEASE. You can't do that! It's not fair!"
"Then no injection?"
"..."
A large blush was on Mrs. Bursyamo's cheeks. She tried to avoid eye contact with the smug Blaziken, yet it seemed that she'd meet his gaze wherever she'd look.
"F-Fine."
"Booming."
"I hate you."
"I love you too, Jazz."
Abby saw with content, her son go at his homework on the table, while she mindlessly watched the television. Her head was lazily rested on a paw as she struggled to remain awake.
"Hey Mom?" piped up the Luxray, putting a pencil to his mouth. "So, I know roughly where this quadratic graph's roots should be around, but my answers by completing the square just don't make sense. Could you help me out..?"
Raidon now actually turned to the Absol, who had seemingly fallen asleep in the span of a couple minutes.
"Come on, Julley." commanded the flirtatious Absol, who put a firm paw at the back of Julley's head to ensure that this time, he would not get away. "Don't you also feel the same way I do? We're perfect for each other." she mewled seductively, tracing a blade at the end of a digit up and down the sides of his neck with care and precision.
As Abby's lips homed in on his, he desperately scrambled for words to get Abby to stop. He couldn't do this to Cassidy. Not even a full 24 hour day yet and he was about to break the commitment that he had promised the Glaceon.
"B-But, I h-have a girlfriend!" pleaded Julley, trying hard to resist the surprisingly strong grasp that Abby had placed on him.
Unfortunately, it would appear that Abby did not listen to him, hence her resumed advances. Julley could only hope and clamp his mouth shut and hope that she would be unable to overcome his defences.
Julley squirmed under the feeling of Abby's lips on his closed muzzle, but continued to keep his mouth sealed. Abby grew frustrated with the Umbreon and parted her lips from his.
"Whe This is the only way for me to express my love." she hissed, trying to pry his mouth open. Did he not make it obvious? His love clearly belonged to Cassidy, but of course, that just had to fly over the Absol's head.
"B-But I love Cassidy! I can't do this to her!" whined Julley as he flailed about, Abby finally opening his mouth to an acceptable degree for a kiss, before she started to close in. Closer and closer, before contact was finally made again, and Abby's lips had touched his own. The physical feeling brought Julley's anxiety to the same level as his shock. Although, the Absol wouldn't stop there.
A flexible organ penetrated the Umbreon's oral barricades, and took to exploring every inch of the insides of his mouth. Julley did all he could muster to try and push the Absol away, but no amount of force could seem to move her any further than an inch. On the other hand, for Abby, the feeling of unwant and infidelity only propelled her to keep going. She exerted herself moreso on the defenseless Umbreon, toppling over onto his back and straddling him like a Zebstrika.
More saliva was transferred from one to the other, yet Julley still kept resisting. Every effort made by the dark type proved futile, just as Abigail had liked it. Carefully, she slid her own paw up Julley's slim forearms, and interwined her claws between his frail paws.
Eventually, Abby had pulled away to get a full-scale view of the damaged Umbreon that was well within her control. A smirk came upon her face, as her deepest wishes had come true.
"Finally… I have you all to myself…
"..."
"I love you, Julley."
"..."
Abby's eyes flapped open groggily, feeling a slight pain in her neck. Her son was still going on at his homework, though much more progress was made this time around. She huffed, glancing left and looking at the wall where a few framed pictures were hung. A Luxray, gazing back into Abby's own with all seriousness induced a sullen sigh.
"Where did it all go wrong..?"
"Huh? Oh! You're awake!" chirped Raidon, turning around with a wide smile. "I did that tricky question from before while you were dozing off, but thanks anyway, Mom."
"Right. Well done."
"Thanks… Um… Mom? Do you..? You seemed to talk in your sleep a lot? What were you dreaming about?"
Abby glared at her son, tensely.
"Mind your own business, Raidon."
Raidon immediately snapped back to working on his mathematics exercise sheet without any words of protest.
"S-Sorry, Mom."
Slowly, a Typhlosion pulled over a red vest over his torso. The garment was a tight fit, perfect for capturing his toned shape and fit. On the front, an emblem of a Groudon on the left pectoral area, as well as a number of sponsors covering the abdomen. The reverse side stated "F. T. Tornupto" in a golden font. He looked around his room, searching for his car keys. It was time for him to get going. He turned to his large bed. Inside, a female Blaziken fought valiantly to keep their eyes open.
"Hey, Bonnie." spoke the Typhlosion to the Blaziken. "I gotta get going, now. Have you seen my car keys? I really can't find them anywhere, man."
"Hmmgmmhn."
Bonnie's eyes fluttered at his husband referring to him as "man" for starters. Next, she groggily tried to roll over to her other side to assume a more comfortable position.
"Golly, Bon; you're such a drag when you're tired like this." snidely but flippantly conceded Tyson, leaving the room temporarily to continue his search. "I'll be back in a sec."
Now that the room was barren and slient, Bonnie yawned, closed her eyes, and looked down the obsecure path where slumber would soon take her.
Two Pokemon loomed over a quivering Combusken. The room was naseuous, damp, and barely illuminated by the smaller Pokemon's fiery exhale. Every second felt like a possibility of simply losing conscienceness and hoping that tomorrow eventually came.
"Hey, Doucouré." uttered a Blaziken, placing her hand on their hip. "She's lookin' fine, today. Glad her mother finally remembered to wash her today."
The Houndoom turned to the larger Blaze Pokemon with a smirk left on his maw. The simple grin made the Combusken shudder like a wobbling stack of blocks threatening to topple over. "Mmhmm… I see what you mean." they gruffed in a lowly bass-oriented tone. "Such a nice back for a little Combusken. Ya think Bonnie'll have juicy tits like her mother?"
A smoke-heavy laugh emitted from the Blaziken. They seemed to reach somewhere, and pulled out a small case of small, thin cylinders that Bonnie had certainly seen before.
"'Course she will. Anyway, hurry up, man. I've got a tourney in a couple hours, and wanna get there on time for once."
Bonnie watched in despair, although silence, as the tall Blaziken she once valued as the closest person to her, lit himself a cigarette to plaec in his mouth. Doucouré, as Bonnie had heard, had set an orange blazing pair of eyes on the vulnerable little girl that whimpered agonizingly.
"You ain't looking to get in on the action, Aurora?" asked the Houndoom, menacingly approaching the helpless minor with an agenda. "As you said, she's fresh. No doubt her pussy'll be open like a kid's store at 9am."
Aurora reluctantly shook his head, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaling a large waft of unhealthy fumes right into the Combusken's face, making her sputter uncontrollably. "Nah, I'm good. Tourney and all, I wanna keep my head in the game today. Maybe when I get back. Arceus… This nicotine really has me runnin' out the door."
"Your loss. Anyways, let's see what position you'll be doing with Uncle Doucouré today." the Houndoom whispered in a deep, bone-chilling voice. "Lie on your back, spread your legs, and don't tell Mommy, got it?"
A tear rolled down her cheek from her eyes, but the Combusken did comply slowly without causing much of a fuss. Quiet cries of embarrassment became the room's new ambience. She closed her eyes, and kept wishing for this all to be over, just like she would every time. There was a grasp on her lowed thigh, indicating the torment had begun.
Thrusting herself forward, Bonnie jetted from the covers, looking left and right. No Blaziken. No Houndoom. Only one Typhlosion, looking like a Deerling in headlights.
"Hey… I found my keys. There were on the table." said Tyson, juggling the car keys about. "By the way, Bonnie, you look knackered. Are you…? Do you…?"
"Boo, just get my meds, okay?"
"G-Gotcha."
Bonnie held her head in her talons, sighing in defeat again. Sleeping was no longer an option. She looked on her dresser - an untouched glass bottle of an alcohol sat alone. Sniffling once more, her head went back to her talons, as she patiently awaited her husband's return.
Sorry if you found that took long. It was much longer than expected, actually; this chapter was supposed to be released last week. It was a compilation of That Glaceon's slightly more memorable events, as well as a couple other unseen footage. Lazy, right? Booming. However, it is exams week after all - I really don't have as much time as I wished. When have I ever lmao. Alas, I'll see what can be done as often as possible, so I can put something nice on the table for release! Check my with the same name, and visit our Discord sever! You'll have yourself a booming time.
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