VGS2's notes: If you haven't read *cough* my *cough* other fic, Questing For Respect, yet... the context of this scene is that Buneary and her friends ran into a spot of bother with a big, bastard golem ghost.
A fight ensued, of course, and now we get to see what happened with Yamask and Snorlax, after the bunny was ejected from the scene! Rejoice! :D
Story Two: The Ghosts' Feud
(Best to read this after QFR's chapter 4 (The Giant Problem))
Flying high in the air, Yamask charged a Will-O-Wisp and hurled flaming orbs at Golurk with a cry. They hit him in the arm, leaving small red marks.
However, they were ignored, like all the others Yamask had thrown at him. Instead, the giant went in for a wide swing at Snorlax, knocking him off to the side.
Yamask clenched his fists in annoyance. Had that guy even been burnt properly!? Aghhh, he was getting nowhere! He just wanted to get in on the fight to help keep everyone safe... but was there anything he could even do?
He looked off to the small island he'd been on several minutes ago. Because of that gust trap, Buneary had been sent sailing away, faster than he could tell where she had gone. Corsola was still missing in action, too.
Damn, this sucked! He wanted to go and save the girls… but if he did that, Snorlax would be left to fend Golurk off all by himself!
He clenched his head out of stress. Just great… No matter what he did, this wasn't going to end well, was it?
He let out a huff and pumped both of his fists to psyche himself up. No, h-he could do this! He just had to believe!
While Snorlax lunged forwards for a punch, Yamask wondered what he could do to help. While glancing about, he noticed something brown and wooden in the water, bobbing along with the waves created by the battle.
His eyes lit up happily. Aha! The confuse wand from earlier! He made a beeline for it, flying down as fast as he possibly could. When close enough, he grabbed it. Its jagged edges looked pretty worn down, so it was definitely on its last legs.
He shrugged and flew closer to the battle. When close - but not too close, like last time - he pointed the wand at Golurk and yelled, "S-Second time's the charm!"
A yellow, jagged beam of light shot out from the wand and struck Golurk, just as he delivered an uppercut to Snorlax's face. The wand splintered into pieces, after.
Yamask held his breath and watched, hoping for something good to happen. Anything good to happen.
The giant ghost stayed in place. After a pause, fire covered his entire body and he charged in Snorlax's direction for a shoulder barge.
Yamask looked on in dismay. Oh, well, crap! This guy was unstoppable! Stronger than any outlaw or wild pokémon Yamask had met since joining this guild.
He gritted his teeth and watched Snorlax for his reaction. Instead of dodging, the bear just stood in place, paws together at his side to charge another Focus Blast.
Oh no, what was he thinking!? That wouldn't work on a ghost-type!
Just as Golurk was about to smash into him, Snorlax stopped charging the ball of energy in his paws and grabbed it, instead. He threw it as a chaotic, orange and black swirling orb, which slammed into Golurk, knocking him flat on his back.
Yamask gasped in awe. "Wooow, awesome, Snorlax!" he called out.
Snorlax let out a big breath and smiled at him. "Thanks!" he called back. "That was a linked move, if you're wondering!"
Yamask tilted his head. "A… huh?"
"I'll tell you later! Right now, I don't think he's-"
Golurk transformed into the cannon-like shape he used for blasting out attacks. It wasn't aimed at Snorlax, however. "I warned you to stop being annoying," Golurk said in his deep, monotonous voice. The end of his body started glowing in Yamask's direction. "Get lost."
Yamask felt all his blood drain from his face at once. Oh… no.
"Ohhh, no, Golurk, don't you-" Snorlax started.
Golurk fired off an extremely bright ball of energy. It was so bright, Yamask had to shield his stinging eyes. Aghh, was this Flash Cannon!?
He got ready to dodge to the side. When he went to do it, though, he... just didn't want to. It was like something in his brain was making him stop. Was it Golurk's pure fighting energy? An ability, maybe?
He held his hands up to protect his face. He yelped in fright at an overhead explosion. Looking up with a squint, he saw a huge dent in the ceiling. Bright sparkles lingered in the air around it.
Yamask stared at it, confused at how the giant had missed. Shrugging, he wiped sweat off his face and grinned. Well, he had no idea why that had worked out, but he wasn't going to complain!
Squinting because his vision hadn't entirely recovered, he looked back at his attacker. He saw Golurk shudder and fire another bright shot upwards at nothing in particular. It went into the air and fell back down, crashing into the big ghost. He grunted loudly in pain and collapsed into his normal form.
Yamask's eyes lit up. Yes! Golurk was confused! This was his big chance!
He flew towards him, getting ready to use the strongest Astonish he could muster. A flaming bone came flying in from nowhere and painfully slammed into his face. He sailed into the water.
Trying not to inhale any water, Yamask held his nose in pain. Ow, ow… What the heck!?
He came up to the surface and floated in the air above it. Coughing out water, he looked all around the place to see what was going on. Golurk was slowly getting up, looking like he wasn't doing too great. Snorlax was staring up at the wall in shock.
The bear's look of shock shifted into what looked like a tired one. "Oh… you're here too, huh, Marowisp?" he called up to the wall, sounding displeased.
Raising an eyebrow, Yamask looked up, following his gaze. On an overhang in the wall, he saw some reptile that looked like a marowak, but black. He had a bag over his shoulder, a dark-blue badge on his chest, and a ribbon filled with differently colored patches tied to his arm. A fickle ribbon, maybe?
The odd marowak... or 'marowisp' reached up and grabbed the bone as it came back to him, spinning. The bone's green flames dispersed. "Heh, so… teaching 'em how to fight two on one, eh, tubby?" he sneered. "And here I thought good little explorers were s'posed to be fighting fair!"
"I didn't want to fight in the first place…" Snorlax sighed.
"Y-Yeah!" Yamask added. "And he's way too strong for just one of us, so it's totally fair!"
Marowisp chuckled dryly. "That so, greenhorn? With fatso, there, the slayer of big time legends?" he sassed.
"I never slayed them alone, now, come on. Donphan was always-" Snorlax argued before stopping. He cringed awkwardly. "Er… and I don't 'slay' them, either."
"Why are you interrupting my battle, Vile Marowisp?" Golurk said, getting to his feet. He was standing in an odd way, as if it was a struggle. "This is my fight. Get your own."
"What, and miss out on all the fun?" Marowisp said. He leapt off his perch and went straight for Yamask, bone club burning.
Yamask gasped and dodged. The attack missed, but while sailing past, Marowisp twirled around and threw the bone like a boomerang.
It hit Yamask in the stomach and kept going past him. While he gripped his stomach in pain, the bone returned and slammed into his back, knocking him forwards.
Marowisp's bone flew back into his hand. He twirled around and slammed it into Yamask as he came close. The pain was intense enough for him to scream.
He crashed against solid ground. Groaning, he slowly pushed himself up. He noticed weird purple flames burning against his body. They were ghostly, and he could feel them attacking his very soul, weakening him. Oww...
Wait. Ghostly? As in, ghost-type? Oh… that would explain why he felt like death. … Literally? Um, sort of...
Marowisp landed a fair distance away from him, on the flat end of one of the stalactites that had fallen earlier, which was protruding out of the water. "How's that?" he asked. He couldn't see it behind the reptile's skull helmet, but Yamask could just feel the cocky smirk emanating behind it. "Shame you didn't faint, but I'm gonna change that right now…!"
"You don't… scare me," Yamask mumbled, finding himself unable to fly anymore. Honestly, he was amazed he was still conscious...
"Feeling's mutual!" Marowisp threw his ignited bone.
It flew towards Yamask, but it didn't get far before Snorlax jumped in and blocked the shot with his body, sending waves rippling in the water. He grunted lightly in pain, but otherwise seemed to ignore it. "Alright, that's enough, Marowisp!" he said sternly. "No more terrorizing our guild members! I know you still hate us because you never got to go on that expedition to the PokéPark with everyone… but Yamask didn't do anything to you, so knock it off!"
"Agreed," Golurk added from nearby. "Our battle was underway. You do your task of hunting for the client's dough seed on the first few floors, and stay out of my affairs."
Yamask couldn't see him because of Snorlax, but he could hear Marowisp dismissively click his tongue. "Always killing my fun, both of ya," the reptile snarked. Some shuffling through a bag could be heard from him, followed by a noisy, high-pitched flash of gray light.
Snorlax's normally soft, green fur changed into dull gray rock. Golurk's black, earthy skin went the exact same way. Both pokémon didn't move a muscle.
Yamask's eyes widened. Had that… been an orb?
From the front of Snorlax, a loud shatter from the orb confirmed the ghost's suspicions. He saw the reptile jump onto the bear's head to sneer down at Yamask.
"So… how's about we fix that thing about you not bein' scared of me?" he growled.
Yamask gulped. He took a breath and frowned up at what he decided was pretty much an outlaw at this point. "N-No… way!" he shouted. He hoped the warble in his voice hadn't been too noticeable.
The reptile's bone ignited. "Heh… suit yourse-"
A harsh jet of boiling water slammed into him, shooting out from the lake.
Knocked onto his butt, Marowisp spastically grabbed at his face and body. His bone went out with a sizzle. "Ow! What the fu-!?"
Another jet of water shot out, knocking him off Snorlax's head and out of sight with a splash.
"Screw off, you frigging bastard!" someone yelled from the water.
Yamask gasped. He recognized that voice! "Octillery! You're here?" he cried out, looking out at the lake.
The octopus burst out of the water and landed next to him. "You're damn right I'm here! The Hell's been goin' on?!" he demanded angrily.
Yamask flinched. Jeez, he could be so loud… "W-We had this fight with Golurk, and then his… 'friend' came in and started messing with me! He's been a… pest, since!" he said in-between pained grunts.
Octillery looked around. He frowned in shock, likely taking in the sights of the statues, and all the cave damage. "Yeesh, that buneary babe wasn't kidding, huh? The frick kinda fight was goin' on here!?"
Yamask looked at him in surprise. So he'd met Buneary, huh? "You… You can say that again, yeah!" He gripped his side in pain.
Octillery clicked his tongue. "How're you even awake? Here." He reached into his bag and pulled out an oran berry. "Legenddamn it, I came to this cave to get more frigging supplies without giving money to those stupid, swindlin' sneasels…" He tossed the berry to Yamask, who grabbed it, "and everyone's stealing my berries! You'd better be grateful, or I'll kill you!"
Yamask smiled sheepishly. "Oh, y-yeah, thanks! I am, I am!" He bit down on the berry and immediately started to feel refreshed. Not perfect, but way better than before! The weird ghostly fires from that bone attack were still surrounding him, but he tried not to worry too much. "Er… what's up with the sneasels, though? I think they're nice."
"Chargin' money for stuff you can find in dungeons!? I'd rather friggin' kill myself than give them any pokébucks!"
"Here!" Marowisp yelled, ramming into him headfirst with a fiery tackle. The octopus was sent flying away, crashing through a cave wall. "Hope that helped with the dying part!" the reptile shouted after him, letting the fires around his body burn out.
Yamask's blood went cold. Oh, Palkia, no! He should've known that this guy wouldn't have been stopped that easily! And what was with that power!?
He briefly noticed that the scarf around Marowisp's arm was faintly glimmering, though it faded soon after. Ohhhh, so that was how. Fickle scarves made a move go super powered every once in a while. Especially when the person wearing it never used the same move twice. His team leader used that all the time.
Well, if that was the case… how had Marowisp not seriously injured himself with that move, then? It had looked like… Flare Crash, or Heat Blitz, or whatever it was called! Did he have an ability that protected him, or something!?
… Wait. An ability?
Marowisp turned around and looked at Yamask. His eyes told the ghost that he'd forgotten he was there. "Oh, right. Still gotta make you faint," he said. He cockily walked over.
Yamask almost attacked him on instinct, but stayed put, instead, in an attempt to look more helpless and injured than he really was.
When close enough, Marowisp lifted his bone and looked down at Yamask. "So… any last words before bedtime, shrimp?"
The ghost tried to think of something really cool to say. "Um… er… no, i-it's your bedtime!" he yelled. He lunged towards Marowisp and shoved his own mask onto the reptile's bony face.
Bandages poured out of the back of the golden mask and wrapped themselves around the surprised villain. In seconds, they loosely covered most of his body.
"W-What the Hell did you even do!?" Marowisp yelled, tugging on some of them.
"Mummy!" Yamask replied. He took his mask back and thrust his hands upwards, unleashing a wailing energy all around himself which took the form of a shrieking face.
Marowisp jumped backwards with a yell, startled by the Astonish. He landed onto his butt while holding his bone up defensively.
Yamask's head was buzzing with excited anticipation as he wondered how to continue. Upon deciding, he charged a Night Shade and fired many dark red rings of energy towards Marowisp. They hit him before he could even tell what was going on, coating him in a constricting aura that made him cry out in pain.
This was it! Time for the coup da grargh, or whatever it was that Stunky had said that one time!
He balled a fist and went in for a regular punch. He hit Marowisp in the gut and tried for another one. The reptile blocked his fist with a bone and lurched forwards, headbutting him.
The ghost tumbled backwards and fell to the ground. Rubbing his head, he looked at Marowisp in horror as the guy slowly got to his feet, letting some loose bandages drop off him.
"You'll… have to try harder than that…" he groaned, letting his bone ignite.
Dread filled Yamask to the brim. Ohhh crap. Panicking, he thrust his arms up for another Astonish.
Marowisp was hit by the spiritual energy. He visibly flinched, but he stood his ground.
Yamask got up and went in for another punch. Marowisp grabbed his face and smashed him into the rocky floor.
He groaned in pain, unable to see for the hand against his flat head, forcing the other side into the floor. He desperately tried to pry the reptile's hand off, but it wouldn't budge, no matter how much he tried. He could feel the purple fires from before still sapping at his strength, making things worse.
Ugh… no… this wasn't how this was supposed to have gone…
"Alright…" Marowisp grunted through deep breaths. He gripped harder, making Yamask cry out. "Now it's time to say goodnight, you little- Grk!?" His weight suddenly left Yamask's face.
Able to see again, he looked at the reptile. He saw him on his back with Buneary standing right on top of his ribs. He looked a bit out of it.
Instant relief washed over Yamask. "B-Buneary! You saved me!" he called out, smiling brightly.
She looked relieved, too, with a bright smile of her own. "Oh, Yamask, I'm glad you're safe!" she chimed, readjusting the small bag of money on her waist.
"That goes double for me!" Corsola sang from somewhere nearby. Looking, Yamask saw her in the water, healthy and waving to him.
Just as happy as she was, he waved back excitedly. "S-Same to you, girls!"
The coral shot him a happy look, making him feel a bit bashful. Afterwards, she looked around in shock. "Good... legends, what the heck happened here!?"
"Well... Golurk, for one thing. Then his friend Marowisp showed up and made a scene. Even froze Snorlax with an orb…" He paused. "... I think they're friends, anyway."
"Yeesh, no kidding they made a scene!"
"Gosh, I hope everyone'll be okay..." Buneary said, catching his attention. She was looking at Snorlax's stone-coated body in worry. Cracks were running along it, so it was looking like he would escape quite soon. "I'm glad it was just an orb that froze them, but…"
Yamask slowly floated upwards again, feeling a little better than before. "I think they'll get by... but I'm a bit worried about Octillery," he replied, pointing at the big hole in the wall.
Buneary stared at it in horror. "O-Octillery's in there!? Like... really inside?"
"Y-Yeah..." Yamask replied, suddenly feeling guilty. Ah, he just realized... he'd wanted to help everyone, but in the end, he'd needed saving himself, by both Octillery and Buneary. The former getting hurt in the process. Wow, he really sucked, didn't he?
"W-What even happened for him to end up in a wall!?" she cried.
"Marowisp's fire barge attack. It-"
"Wahh!" Corsola cried out all of a sudden. Looking, Yamask saw her freaking out while pointing at Buneary. "B-Buneary! Bandages! They're going up you!"
His attention snapped to Buneary. Like she'd said, his Mummy bandages were creeping up Buneary's legs very rapidly, even making their way up her torso.
Buneary gasped and started to squirm around rapidly. "Oh, oh, ohhh, it's awful, what's happening!?" she screamed.
"R-Relax! It's just Mummy!" Yamask said, recognizing the sight. She must've touched one of the bandages wrapped around Marowisp, allowing them to spread to her.
"Y-Your mom? What's she doing to me!?"
Yamask paused. "W-What!?" he yelped. His face warmed as he realized the problem. Oh, he really needed to work on his phrasing. He shook his head. "No, it's my ability! It-"
"Aha!" Marowisp yelled, springing to life. He tripped Buneary up with a sweep of his bone. She crashed to the floor while squealing.
Yamask and Corsola cried her name in distress. Oh no, he still wasn't down!? Had he played dead!?
The reptile dropped his bone, scooped Buneary up and held her against his chest. Faced away from him, her head and arms were locked in place in his grip.
He grinned cockily through his skull helmet. "I'm... I'm not through with you screwballs yet!" he panted, sounding more tired than he was acting. "I'll make sure you all end up unconscious before you know it, trust me!"
Buneary struggled against his hold. "W-Why!? Y-You're an explorer like Golurk, aren't you? So why are you doing this?" she stammered.
He huffed. "Ain't obvious enough, huh? It's 'cos I'm pissed. And I think taking out you little idiots should be enough of a pick me up!"
"Y-You don't have to do that! Please, l-let's talk things out!"
"Yeah, let her go!" Corsola added, jumping onto dry land beside Yamask. When Marowisp shot her a glare, she drew back nervously. "Er... p-please."
"How about no?" Marowisp said with an arrogant chuckle.
Buneary let out a small whine before frowning. "Well... fine, then!" she shouted as the fluff on her ears started glowing brightly. She bent both ears backwards and began trying to punch him on the head with them.
She got a few good hits in, earning pained grunts from him. His body suddenly went transparent, making her ears go through ineffectively. She gave a surprised cry and stopped her attack.
Yamask's heart skipped a beat. "Whoa, you're a ghost!?" he yelled at Marowisp.
The reptile huffed in amusement. "Took you long enough to figure that one out, shrimp. Are you deaf, or do ya need a dictionary for what a 'wisp' is?"
Yamask blinked. Well... that explained his name, he guessed. He gritted his teeth in frustration. Damn it! That meant he could make normal-type moves and fighting-type moves useless.
... Wait... but not ghost-type moves! "Buneary, don't panic!" he yelled, charging as big a Night Shade as he could muster.
"What... why? W-What are you doing?" she asked, sounding very worried.
Marowisp let out a surprised breath. "Oh... very clever, squirt. 'Cos she's normal-type, yeah?" he mumbled.
"That's right!" Yamask yelled. He could feel his move getting stronger by the second... and with Marowisp's hands full, this was guaranteed to work!
Buneary looked very confused and concerned. "O-O-Oh brother..." she stammered.
"Wooo~! Go, go, Yamask~!" Corsola sang. He couldn't see her, but he could hear her jumping around. "No idea what you're doing, but you can do iiiiit~!"
"Y-Yeah! Wooo..." Buneary added. Her smile was obviously concerned, but maybe a bit hopeful, too.
He felt a little bashful pride bubble inside. Having two girls cheer for him, of all things…
Psyched up, he grinned as he built up more power. He could feel it bubbling frantically in his hands, just begging to be unleashed. Yeah, there was no way he could lose, now!
Marowisp huffed out a dark chuckle. "Hey, here's a present for ya!" he shouted. He shifted around to hold Buneary with one arm, then brought his other hand up in front of her.
Buneary looked at it with widened eyes. "O-Oh, legends, what are you doi-?" she started.
He rapidly traced the claw on his thumb all around her chest, making her yelp. Not long after, he brought his hand away.
There was sudden movement on her chest, and then whoa!
Two brown, furry lumps were freed from their confines, topped with small pale pink nubs on each end.
Yamask paused as his brain did several double takes. When he realized what he was looking at, he shrieked. His move cancelled out as he completely lost his concentration. "H-Holy frigging Dialga!" he screamed, the blood in his face boiling.
"W-What's going on?" Buneary cried out, looking down. "What did he-!?" Her irises shrank to the size of dots. "... Ah..." Her face went bright red and she started to scream and flail about, accidentally kicking off a few loose bandages at the same time. "Aghhhhhhh, oh, legends, noooo!"
Marowisp laughed. "Oh, whoops! Sorry!" he taunted.
Corsola let out a shocked breath. "W-What the heck, you fiend!" she shouted. She paused and mumbled something, though Yamask couldn't really hear.
The ghost could only stare, barely able to register anything else. Especially since the rabbit's breasts were bouncing around, due to her flailing.
His face heated even further, and he held his golden mask lower down. O-Oh, golly...
"O-Oh, dear, lord..." Corsola mumbled from the side. After a short pause, she nudged Yamask. "H-Hey, don't stare at her, Yamask! Nice as it probably is for you, it's mortifying the poor gal!"
He blinked. He gasped loudly. "O-Oh!" He dropped his mask and covered his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Buneary! I'm not looking! I'm-"
"Hah, good!" Marowisp interrupted.
There was a cry of surprise from Buneary, then Yamask felt something fuzzy smack into him. Grunting, he moved his hands and saw Buneary's face right next to his, with both her paws wrapped around him.
They shared a very awkward and red-faced glance.
"E-Er..." he barely managed before something smacked against her, making her head collide with his. They both squealed in pain.
He tried to get his head together to find out what the heck was going on. Another harsh smack from behind knocked him forwards, sending him crashing to the floor on top of Buneary.
Groaning, Yamask looked up. He saw Marowisp's bone returning to its smirking owner. His scarf was glowing.
"Heh, prudes and perverts..." the reptile remarked as his scarf dimmed, "easy targets, all of ya!"
Yamask frowned at him. Oh, that... son of a bitch...
Noticing that her plump chest was pressing against his wispy skin, he gulped and tried to float away. He flopped to the floor next to her, his energy too drained to make much progress. Ouch...
"Alright..." Marowisp muttered. He surrounded himself in flames. "... ready to get your asses rocked?" He dashed forwards for a full on charge. A few loose bandages fell off him as he moved.
Yamask braced for pain. Th-This was it...!
"No, stop! Stooop!" Corsola shouted, jumping in front of him. She produced a ton of big icy spikes all around herself, like some kind of hedgehog pokémon.
Still charging, Marowisp scoffed. "You wanna faint, too? Well, my pleasure!" he yelled maliciously.
He rammed into her at full force. All of her ice shattered and she was sent sailing through the air, landing with a big splash in the lake.
Yamask and Buneary called out her name. Oh no, this just wasn't Corsola's day, was it?
They quickly looked back towards Marowisp. Yamask expected him to be grinning and bearing down on them. Instead, though, he was hunched over in pain. Ice shards were embedded all over his arm, and he had burn marks covering him, too.
"What... What the Hell...? But... Rock Head...?" the reptile muttered in disbelief.
Yamask's eyes widened. That was an ability, wasn't it? Had Mummy cancelled it? That would explain why this guy looked like hot death right now.
The ghost wondered what he should do while he had the chance. He barely got a second to gather any thoughts together, though, before Buneary came to life, looking determined.
Something at the top of her short fluff gleamed a bright red color as she hopped to her feet. Simultaneously, the bruises and scuff marks covering her body let out harsh sparks, and her limbs glowed a similar shade of red to some object in her fluff.
Covering her chest with both paws, she screamed something in buneary and rushed forwards.
Before Marowisp could notice her, she spun around and connected her foot with his chest. She twisted around and followed up by punching his bony face with an ear.
Not stopping, she carried on with a flurry of many powerful punches and kicks, going so fast it was almost like time was being sped up. The reptile took the full brunt of the attack, apparently unable to turn transparent and avoid it, despite his typing.
Yamask watched on in total awe. Holy... moly, that was so cool! Who knew that she had something like this up her scarf?
While staring at her, amazed, he noticed that she'd accidentally let go of her breasts. Despite that, she carried on with all limbs, apparently getting too into her attack to notice, or care. Though... he could faintly make out a big cringe on her bright red face, so maybe she did notice and care.
The ghost's face heated as he watched them flop around as they pleased. He realized he was staring and forced himself to look away. Ughhh, no, no... he didn't want to be like his teammates. If they were here, he just knew there would be cheering. From his team's leader, at least. Buneary was sweet and kind, so she didn't deserve that!
Instead of focusing on her, he decided to check Corsola, to see if she was okay. Unfortunately, she was unconscious in the water, fainted.
He frowned, annoyed that he had no way of helping her. She had her Regenerator ability, at least, but still…
His eyes widened as something occurred to him. Wait. Octillery! He'd had an treasure bag on him, hadn't he? Not to mention, he'd probably fainted, himself.
Mustering up his strength, he floated over the one-sided fight, towards the wall Octillery had been launched into. When he got to it, he peered inside its giant crack and saw the octopus crumpled inside, looking completely dazed.
Sighing lightly, Yamask reached through the crack and into Octillery's bag. He found an oran berry, but those didn't help with unconscious pokémon, who wouldn't be able to eat them. Maybe if he were awake, it would be alright… but they still tended to have really delayed effects for people who were weakened from feeling faint.
He brightened up when he spotted a couple of tiny reviver seeds inside. Not quite as effective as the regular ones, but they would do nicely! Smiling, he grabbed one and crushed it to scatter the particles onto Octillery.
The octopus' body glowed brightly for a moment. He stirred and, seconds later, his eyes snapped open. "W-What happened!?" he yelled.
Yamask squealed in surprise. Taking a deep breath, he tried to smile again. "Y-You were, um… knocked out. By Marowisp," he explained.
The octopus' face lit up in pure rage. "Oh, I remember! That punk attacked me from behind! The little shit kept taunting while I was passin' out, too, wasn't he!?"
Yamask gulped. Uh oh… "O-Oh. I guess he's gonna get it then, huh?"
"You bet your shadowy ass! I'm gonna kill him dead!" Octillery lunged out of the hole, brushing past Yamask who barely got out of the way.
He watched him go towards the action. Buneary had stopped attacking, and was now covering herself up with her paws while panting heavily. She seemed a bit dizzy, so he wondered if she'd worn herself out. Thankfully, though, all of the bandages on her had fallen off during her attack, so that was good.
Corsola was still floating in the water. She seemed to be coming to, though. Maybe she would be alright with an oran berry and some rest?
Marowisp was collapsed against the floor a fair distance away, out of commission. However, he wasn't unconscious. He looked like he was reaching into his bag again.
A breath caught in Yamask's throat when he saw a reviver seed come out. A normal one. "W-Watch out, he's got-!" he started.
Octillery landed next to Marowisp, smacked it out of his hand and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. "The Hell's wrong with you!? Messin' with my friggin' guildmates!" he yelled in his face.
Marowisp huffed arrogantly. "Nothing, last I checked. Just lookin' out for my partner," he replied. His tired tone told Yamask that he was barely managing to stay awake.
"What're you talkin' 'bout? 'Lookin' out for your dumb partner'?"
"Heh… you're all complainin' about me, but the one thing I saw was you guys, hurtin' my partner. Gangin' up on him… hittin' him while he's down…"
"Um… he attacked Mr. Snorlax first, though…" Buneary muttered.
"Yeah!" Yamask agreed. He floated over to where he'd dropped his mask earlier and picked it up. "And the jerk didn't stop, even when we told him to!"
Marowisp clicked his tongue. "Well, whatever… that's not my problem, is it?" he replied. "I was just…" He huffed, "… helping a friend."
"That's…" Yamask blinked and frowned. "But… you petrified Golurk! Some friend you are!" He pointed at Golurk, who was still frozen in place, next to Snorlax. The bear's statue was a lot more cracked than his, hinting that he was getting close to freeing himself.
Marowisp's eyes lit up with a grin. "… Savin' him from himself, I guess. Same saving you'll need, when I can move, again…"
"Why are you so… mean?" Buneary asked with a sad frown. Her sadness was contagious, because Yamask couldn't help but feel bad, too.
"Sad we couldn't all just skip through the flower fields, together? Too bad, toots."
Buneary sighed dejectedly.
"'Ey, who gave you the right to be a such a prick?" Octillery shouted. He pointed at Buneary. "She was just-" He spluttered and stared at her with wide eyes. "W-What the-!? Why are your boobs out, woman!?"
Buneary shrieked and held her breasts even closer to herself while going red again. "I-I can't help it! I'm… I-It's hard for me to hide them away, again…" she mumbled shamefully.
Octillery shook his head in disbelief. "But… why'd you even get 'em out in the first place?"
"Marowisp did it to distract everyone!" Yamask shouted, pointing at the reptile. "He was holding her, so I was gonna attack, but then…" He held his mask to his own chest and then spread his arms outwards. "Woosh!"
Octillery growled, sounding utterly enraged. "What!? Really!?"
"Umm… mmhmm…" Buneary mumbled, seeming more embarrassed by the second. Realizing why, Yamask felt a little awkward for doing his impression of what Marowisp had done to her. Whoops...
"You pervert!" Octillery yelled, getting in Marowisp's face again. His angry, diluted pupils were sort of terrifying. "What've you got to say for your stupid self!?"
"… They were pretty tiny," Marowisp replied nonchalantly.
Buneary whined and looked down at her cleavage in what looked like dismay.
"What the fu- How dare you!?" Octillery started. He gave Marowisp an angry shake. "Stop chattin' shit! They're hu-" He paused and glanced at Buneary, pulling an unsure face. "… They're… They're not tiny, you ass!"
Buneary looked even more dejected. "That's not reassuring…" she mumbled.
Yamask looked at her in pity. Well, she was no Maractus, but still. Tsk. Dumb, immature Marowisp.
"D-… Don't listen to Marowisp, Buneary…" Corsola said between tired pants suddenly. Yamask looked at her and saw her slowly crawling back onto shore. She grinned faintly. "He's just… insecure about his own size, I'll bet."
"Thanks…" Buneary mumbled.
Yamask snorted out a laugh, earning a bigger grin from Corsola. "Um, wh-whoops…" he mumbled, a bit embarrassed.
Marowisp huffed somewhat irritably. "Why don't you come here and check for yourself, you dumb blob? I'll smack you upside the head with it."
"Do you charm all the ladies like that?" Corsola asked, pulling a face.
"All the time."
Octillery growled again. "Alright, that's enough!" he shouted. "It's just one stupid, smartass comment after another from you! If you don't stop soon, I'll… I'll…"
Marowisp frowned, unfazed. "You'll what? Tickle me to death?"
"Ohh, you little-"
Marowisp spoke over him. "If I recall… it took all of you little idiots together to even get me this far. And I've knocked all of you flat on your asses at least once..."
"Aghh, whatever, I don't-!"
"So you know what? Weaklings like you little pipsqueaks should learn to head back to your egg nests, and not try to threaten a professional, like me. I've taken down outlaws eight times your sizes combined. And that's when I was tired and couldn't give a damn. Compared, I bet all you little bastards teaming up wouldn't even be able to take down a baby kangas-"
"Oh, fuck me swimming, just SHUT UP!" Octillery screamed at the top of his lungs, tentacles flailing angrily. "I'm friggin' tired of all your stupid quips and retorts, so shut up! Don't you have anything better to say!? Just shut up!"
Everyone stared. Buneary even took a hop back with a frightened yelp.
Eventually, Marowisp huffed. "Well, aren't you a cranky-"
"NO! Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut UUUUUUUUUUUP!" Octillery continued. "Say one more legendsdamned insult! I dare you! Just frigging say it, and I'll shove that ugly bone up your ugly butt!"
The area fell completely silent. Everyone barely let out as much as a breath while they waited, wondering what was about to happen.
… He kind of felt bad for it, but… honestly, Yamask hoped Marowisp would say something.
His wish was granted. "… Not as ugly as your stupid tube face," the reptile said with a smirk.
Octillery shuddered in rage, and Yamask could swear he saw veins popping on his head. Shrieking in anger, he threw Marowisp to the floor and jumped onto his back. "I warned you! I friggin' warned you!" he yelled, grabbing for Marowisp's bone with one of his tentacles.
"Warned me? The Hell are you-?" Marowisp grunted.
Octillery tore at the scales surrounding the reptile's butt. After a few seconds, Yamask got a good, unwanted view of his cheeks.
The ghost's eyes went wide. The heck was he doing!? His eyes went wider still when Octillery spread Marowisp's cheeks, giving them a good look at his butthole and the back of his balls. Gross…
Yamask scrunched his face up in distaste and briefly looked to his side. He saw a very red look on the girls' faces. He could only imagine what was on their minds right now.
"Th-The fuck's wrong with you!?" Marowisp yelled flusteredly, kicking his feet. "What are you, gay!?"
Octillery didn't answer. Instead, he just shoved the bone right in his ass. Marowisp screamed in a very unflattering way.
"Oh, good legends!" Corsola yelled, covering her mouth in shock.
"M-Marowisp! Oh, Dialga…" Buneary said, sounding horrified.
Yamask swore he nearly peed himself in shock. Holy crap, how horrifying! Thank legends Octillery was on their side…
Once the bone was about a quarter of the way in there, Octillery got off the reptile. "That's what you get, you frigging perverted jerk!" he yelled.
Marowisp let out a very tired groan and just stayed in place. He was definitely done, now. And who could blame him?
… Yamask had to hide a small smile. Well… nasty as that was, he couldn't deny that it was a little bit cathartic.
"Jeez, Octillery, wasn't that a… bit too much?" Corsola asked, looking at the reptile. Her blush seemed to have gotten slightly redder since the last time Yamask had looked.
"… Probably," the octopus replied. He let out a big breath of air, and, for once, looked rather happy. "Oh, but my legend, it felt so satisfying…"
"I guess I can't argue with him…" Corsola mumbled with a small smile.
"Shoving a bone in there is satisfying? That's a… bit worrying to hear," Yamask said with an awkward chuckle.
"Shaddap!" Octillery retorted, somewhat jokingly.
Buneary looked down at the reptile. She seemed a bit concerned. "Um… will he be alright?" she asked.
"He'll be pretty sore for a while, I'd guess…" Corsola replied, "but nothing an oran berry can't fix~ … Probably."
"I hope so…"
Octillery gave her a very weird look. "Eh? But the friggin' jerkoff beat you up, and flashed your boobs. Don't that piss you off?" he asked.
She cringed. "W-Well, you know… it'll definitely teach him a lesson, but he was just doing the same as any wild pokémon, really. Right? Just… being a bit too hyper and picking a fight for the sake of it…"
"Not sure if 'hyper's the word I'd use…" Yamask muttered, rubbing the back of his head.
"Well… y'know, so to speak."
Octillery huffed. "Well… I hate to say it, Buneary, but you're kinda right. I guess." He huffed again and pulled an oran berry out of his bag. He left it next to the unconscious marowisp. "You're lucky Buneary's too nice! If you piss me off again, I'll kill you deader than dead!"
Marowisp didn't respond. Yamask would have almost felt sorry for him… but he didn't.
He glanced at the girls. Corsola was still looking at Marowisp. She was biting her lip, so Yamask assumed that she was cringing at the scene. He didn't blame her, either.
Buneary was giving Octillery an appreciative smile. Yamask couldn't help but match her smile with his own.
Man, he'd only known her since earlier this morning… but he could already tell she was one of the nicest girls he'd met in a while. Maybe a little bit too nice, sometimes, but it was refreshing after some of his guildmates.
He gulped when he noticed something, though. "Buneary, you're, um..." he started awkwardly. He rubbed the back of his head again, not entirely sure how to explain without sounding weird. "... Why are you still not all… covered up, and stuff?"
Still using her arms to cover herself, Buneary looked down at the ground, looking a bit ashamed. "Oh, I-I… I can't…" she mumbled, getting a bit too quiet to hear.
"You can't…?" Corsola asked.
The rabbit's face went red once again. "I can't… do it by myself."
Everyone gave her odd looks.
"The Hell?" Octillery said. "They're your tits, girl, can't you just… stuff 'em away?"
"D-Do you have to phrase it that way?" Buneary asked, pouting with an embarrassed look. "It's because my paws aren't… good at gripping things. So I can't do that very easily at all. Anytime I try, they just… come undone, and…" She shivered, as if remembering something awful. "… So yeah. I had to rely on my brother to help..."
"Yeesh, girl…"
"Oh, well… it's okay! I'll help, if you want!" Yamask said, not wanting Buneary to suffer anymore.
Everyone stared at him like he'd said something wrong.
"… W-What?" he asked, confused.
"Um, Yamask, maybe you should repeat that to yourself," Corsola said with a giggle.
He tilted his head. "What? That I want to help her put-" He choked on air. His entire face started to burn in embarrassment. "No! No, no, no, that's not what I meant! I-I just wanted to…" He scrambled for an explanation.
"You wanted to try messin' with her jugs, right?" Octillery asked with an air of amusement.
Yamask gripped his head with both hands. "Nooo, n-nothing like that!"
Octillery shrugged exaggeratedly with several of his tentacles. "Well, what else is it, then? Just tell us, man!"
"I-I-I… I dunno!"
Corsola let out a loud giggle, surprising him. He shot her a quick glance and saw her looking massively amused. Next to her, even Buneary seemed pretty amused, despite her red face.
He relaxed somewhat, but he was still horribly embarrassed. "… Er… m-maybe I'll… pass on the, um… yeah," he murmured with an awkward chuckle.
"Y-Yeah," Buneary replied. She paused for a short while, as if thinking of something. She looked off to the side in a very demure way. "Um… but, er… I know you like… being helpful, and you're nice, so… I guess I… don't mind, if you're the one doing it."
Yamask blinked. "… H-Huh?"
"Ooh, you hear that, Yamask?" Corsola chimed. "You've gotten express permission to help her pack away~"
"Ain't you lucky?" Octillery said, sounding somewhat amused. "Don't keep fondlin' for too long, though, y'hear me!"
Yamask blinked many more times. Was… he hearing things correctly? He absentmindedly nodded.
Buneary slowly turned towards him, away from the others. She looked around for a short while, took a deep breath and, rather awkwardly, let go of her breasts.
He stared at them as they flopped into a natural position. Uncovered, and openly inviting him to hold them.
"P-Please be quick, though, won't you?" Buneary mumbled shyly, giving him a side glance. "I'll die of embarrassment if anyone sees this…"
He continued to stare at them with wide eyes.
His brain melted. "Oh, I, er, yeah, ummmm… Haha! Oh, well, yeah! No need to die!" he stammered very quickly, stretching a smile that hurt his face. He flew over in Snorlax's direction. "A-A-A-Actually, I'd better go and check up on Snorlax, you know? Yeahhhhh!"
He gripped his mask to his groin for dear life. Ohh, this guild was going to be the death of him.
Buneary covered up again as she watched Yamask fly towards Snorlax's petrified body at near light speeds. Um… actually, he'd flown past Snorlax, seemingly not even noticing.
She whined quietly from embarrassment. "Um… was that the wrong thing to do?" she mumbled.
"With him… maybe," Corsola replied. "To be honest, after that time he accidentally grabbed Whimsicott in a place he shouldn't have… I've never really had a chance to spend any time with him, 'till now."
"Learned more about the little dweeb today than ever, though, huh?" Octillery asked, amused.
"Oh, don't you know it! He's not perverted, but… um, maybe he should be. At least, a little."
Buneary sighed. "Ughh, darn it. I just wanted him to be happy that he helped. I'm so inconsiderate," she said, dejected.
"Maybe he's a bit too happy right now," Corsola joked.
"I don't know about that…"
"Well, his loss, anyway," Octillery muttered. He shrugged and moved over to Buneary. "'Ey, c'mere. If he ain't doin' it, then someone's gotta friggin' take care of your fuzzy ass!"
Buneary squeaked in surprise and held her bosom closer to herself. "W-Wait, wh-what do you-?"
Octillery pried her arms away with his tentacles, revealing herself to him. She got embarrassed immediately.
"Aghh, Octillery!" she squealed.
"Oh, quit whinin'. I've seen smaller!" he replied, letting some of his other tentacles move towards her.
"Th-That's not the point…!" she whined.
"C-C'mon, now, Octillery. I could have helped her. And I'm a girl, so…" Corsola said from behind her sheepishly.
"Oh, stop bein' prudes, and let me get on with it! Jeez…" Octillery retorted. His tentacles pushed Buneary's breasts slightly inwards while keeping them together. He bundled up some fur and began to pull it over her bosom.
He paused to frown intently at her chest, making her self-conscious. "Aghhh, lemmie see… how does friggin' fur work again...?" he mumbled to himself. He gave a drawn out groan. "Freakin' mammals! Say what you want about a magikarp's tits, but at least they friggin' work proper- Ah, wait, no, I get it." He started fumbling with her again.
Buneary ignored her embarrassment to give him a confused look. M-Magikarps? They had…?
… No, he was probably exaggerating. Besides, she had bigger concerns right now.
Octillery fully pulled her bundled fur over her chest until it was totally covered up and concealed. He smoothed it over and let out a breath. "There, it's done," he said, retracting his tentacles and smiling proudly.
She checked her bosom. It was perfectly in place. In fact, he'd done a better job than even her brother had ever managed. "Um… th-thanks…" she mumbled, truly appreciating the help, but still…
"Wow, Octillery!" Corsola said, moving over to stare at the octopus' handiwork. "How'd a boy like you get so good at that?"
"More practice than I wanna talk about, sis," Octillery replied.
"… Huh?" Buneary replied.
"S'nothing."
"Ooh, have you had a lady friend before, Octillery?" Corsola asked, grinning.
He huffed. "… A bunch, but it ain't important."
A loud cracking from Snorlax's direction caught everyone's attention. It was clear he was going to escape from his stone prison any second now.
"Oh, thank the stupid legends!" Octillery said. He began to drag himself towards the lake the bear was still inside. "Why was he even frozen to begin with? I'll bet it was that idiot, Marowisp."
Buneary would have answered him, but to be honest, she didn't really know, either. An orb, maybe?
Corsola walked closer to her. "Well, I guess there's our cue to get to Snorlax and finally keep the explorin' ball-a rollin', huh?" she asked.
"Yep!" Buneary replied, eager to put the whole bad experience with Marowisp behind her.
As she walked, a shiver travelled up her spine at a strong realization. A boy of all things had just totally played with her chest, hadn't he?
She stretched her lips into a tight grimace as she struggled to ignore an itchy sensation start up from lower down.
TO BE CONTINUED
IN CHAPTER FIVE OF QUESTING FOR RESPECT!
Finished: 05/07 (July)/2020
Word count: 7,955
VGS2's sexy sausage notes: Y'know, I'd best watch myself, or people will start shipping Buneary with Yamask, instead of the eventual PikaBun. Even ravengal keeps joking that I should ship them, now. Goddamn it… XD
Oh, by the way… I'll be making more chappies for Questing For Comrades whenever the mood strikes me, but if you guys can ever think of an idea for a short story to make for this collection, then feel free to suggest something!
I'll take ideas involving specific characters (the ones you know about, anyway!) or just general ideas that I can throw anyone into.
I won't always be able to go along with ideas given to me, but I'm always happy to hear some suggestions! :P
Character highlights:
Name: Calamity Yamask
Age: 6
Appearance: A bit nerdy looking. His golden mask has a permanent cringe on it.
Fighting style: Disrupter.
Description: A young man who came from Redland Reaches near Post Town. He joined the guild to avoid his family's gold bar obsession.
Personality: Although friendly, he's a bit of an awkward dweeb, often getting overly excited by things and embarrassing himself in the process. Infamously often embarrasses himself by accidentally groping women, or catching them in compromising positions.
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Name: Wallflower Buneary
Age: 6
Appearance: Prefers having her fluff cut rather short, with more sticking out at the top for style. Has smaller than average boobies (much to her chagrin).
Fighting style: All-rounder.
Description: A young lady who came from Wellware Island: A home for orphans rescued by its two founders. She joined the guild to get out from under her popular brother's shadow.
Personality: Very kind and trusting, which makes her easy to befriend, even though these innocent qualities get her into trouble, sometimes. On the flip side, she has various self-trust issues, is easily frightened, rather quick to embarrass, and is secretly very perverted.
Fun mistake/s of the day: #1: 'A fight insured, of course,'
(Nothing like some fight insurance, just to keep a safe peace of mind. Ryu, Terry and Sub-Zero approve!)
#2: 'The giant ghost stayed in place. didn't react. Instead, he just'
(Lol, when one is fixing sentences, strokes are sure to follow eventually.)
#3: 'Golurk fired an extremely bright ball energy at Yamask.'
(Right outta his groin, too...)
#4: 'Aghh, was this Flash Canon?'
(Damn it! I couldn't stop myself in time. XD Naww, this cannon isn't canon.)
#5: 'Yamask's eyes lit up. He was confused!'
(Yamask is confused, somehow! Hooray! :D)
#6: 'The odd marowak reached up and grabbed a bone as it came back to him, spinning'
(Not his bone, but just a bone. Is he some kind of bonemancer, or what?)
#7: 'He leapt off his perch and went straight for Yamask, bone burning.'
(*Cracks up* Hoo boy… XD)
#8: 'The boner flew into Marowisp's hand. He twirled around and slammed it into Yamask as he came close.'
(… Oh dear. D: Who put the E and R keys right next to each other, anyway!?)
#9: "Always killing my fun, both of yam,"
(What a bad vegetable.)
#10: 'From the front Snorlax,'
(But not the back Snorlax.)
#11: "Chargin' money for stuff you can find in dung"
(Oh my God, I suddenly noticed that I forgot a few words and went back to fix things at the worst time possible. XD I wouldn't eat those berries, Octillery.)
#12: 'Two brown, furry lumps were freed from their confides,'
(I'll bet they want to confide in Yamask.)
#13: 'While staring at her, amazed, he noticed that shed'
(Lol, this reminds me of a silly in-joke me and ravengal made about Ignatz, from Fire Emblem: Three Houses. ravengal noted how similar Ignatz was in personality to Yamask, and some guy called Armin, from Attack On Titan. I combined their names together, and now whenever I see Ignatz, I always make some 'Yamin yer shed' joke. Guess it came true. XP)
#14: '"'Ey, who gave you the right to be a such a prick?" Octillery shouted. He pointed at Octillery'
(Sometimes, one has to question their own faults.)
#15: 'Marowak huffed somewhat irritably.'
(Goddamn it, it was bound to happen, eventually. He decided to change species randomly. XD Ah, by the ways, If you're wondering why I gave him this name… well, it's because there's no such thing as an 'Alolan' in this world. Besides, it should've just been a regular evolution, anyway… *Grumble grumble*.)
#16: 'Octillery shrugged exaggeratedly with several of his arms.'
(Imagine an octopus with actual human arms. Sounds like something from a surrealist show!)
#17: 'openingly inviting him to ghold them'
(You're going to use Gravity Hold on her breasts? Sounds like a good time! Gravity Man approves.)
#18: 'A boy of all thing had just totally played with her chest, hadn't he?'
(Sounds oddly pretentious, like a god had just finished groping her.)
Welp, that's me all good, for now! Best of luck in these exam-filled times, and tata for now! c: