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Language, content, and violence warning:
Frank slowly started to awaken, snorting frequently.
He felt something moving on his lower body, but in his half-wakened state, he wasn't sure what it was.
Opening his eyes, his vision cleared enough to see Karen sucking his almost-hardened cock, the hot breath of her nostrils a welcome heat on his skin, her naked breasts burning a pattern on his thigh.
A pleasured exhalation escaped his lips as she then engulfed him between her breasts, licking his already slickened tip with every rubbing motion. Skin on skin sent sensation after sensation through them both as she moved around him, squeaking noises coming from her lips as she did so. Frank's mind, in its one-track state, could only muse that she had probably had many a lover intertwined with her, within her, making her writhe underneath them, filling her with a searing flame. Somehow, the thought did not repulse him. Instead, it served to only fuel his lust.
She had begun to suck only his tip now as the titfucking continued, and with his good arm, Frank reached for her and gently tousled her hair. She smiled around him, and that did it. His breathing caught, and she raised her head, a look of gentle seduction on her face as she felt liquid warmth coat her face and breasts.
The smile was infectious. "Thanks for the wake-up call," he told her.
"I thought you could use it," she replied softly as she moved forward to kiss him.
Frank had to admit that the pills that Mewtwo had given him were working wonders. He was still in pain, although the doctors had given him painkillers for that and Karen's stimulation had taken his mind completely off the ache in his collarbone. But Mewtwo's pills, now, those were something different. It was as if he could FEEL himself healing, as if he could FELL the bone knitting itself back together.
As Karen drove him to the mall in downtown Saffron (a large mall, though not as large as that in Celadon), he stared out the window at the city he knew, the city he was sworn to protect. He had seen many movies, some as lifelike as life itself, some only an animated fantasy world. He had seen Ghost In The Shell and Akira many times, often either marveling or cringing at the futuristic visions they presented. When watching Ghost In The Shell, he often found himself captivated by the sheer beauty of the whole, with some things (the haunting score and Major Motoko Kusanagi in particular) shining brighter than the rest. Yet to a degree their worlds were much the same as his own: there were upscale sections of Saffron next to the more squalid areas, and people like him were still needed to keep order, much like in the movies he loved so much.
Now, however, he needed pencils. Specifically, charcoal ones for sketching.
Sometimes, when he had free time, Frank would watch movies and television and then make sketches of some of the characters. Sometimes, he simply drew them as they appeared in a scene. Other times, he'd envision them in his mind's eye and draw, often in various stages of nakedness or eroticism. His sketchbooks were full of nude drawings of Asuka, Rei, Ritsuko, and Misato from Evangelion (often wishing he had more colors than just dreary black) or the Major herself. Interspersed through these might be the occasional drawing of a former lover, one who he might want to have in his book as a reminder.
He regretted not drawing Victoria when he had the chance.
His train of thought came to a stop at the same time as Karen pulled the car into an empty parking space. "Ready?" she asked.
"Yeah," was all he could reply, his voice distant.
She helped him out of the car and they walked in together.
Tristan stood off to one side, annoyed, as Victoria found herself unable to pick a blouse. "For god's sake, Victoria," he complained, "can't you just grab one and try it out now?!"
"Patience," she informed him. "Patience is a virtue."
"Fuck that. I'm hungry."
"Well then, go over to the food court and I'll meet you there."
Relieved, the Gallade started to walk to that destination but stopped to admire a large water fountain. The flow cascaded from the mouth of a Milotic statue, through three bowls, and into the pool below, where it would cycle through again.
"I'm guessing they don't have one of those in Goldenrod."
Tristan jumped slightly, then turned to see Frank staring at him, slightly bemused. "Big woop, it's just a fucking statue."
"Admit it, you like it."
"I don't have time for that. I'm hungry."
"Where's Victoria?"
"None of your business."
"Come on, she has to be around here somewhere."
"Why do you care?"
"She's my friend. Or at least I hope she still is."
"Like you probably hope she's still your lover?"
"Really? You're going to start in on THAT shit again?"
"Well? Do you?"
"I don't know if you've noticed, but-"
"Yay! You're Victoria's friend! Great! LEAVE IT AT THAT!"
"Why so possessive all of a sudden, Tristan?"
"Listen, you back off-"
"Hey, I'M not the one who brought it up. Or are you maybe feeling a little bit insecure about your relationship? Maybe you're worried you don't stack up compared to me as a confidant, as a friend, maybe as a lover-"
And it was then that Tristan snapped. Grabbing Frank by the front of his shirt, he tossed the human into the pool.
Frank got his head out of the water and stumbled to his feet, gasping for breath and shaking himself off as best as he could. Then, with one arm, he dragged Tristan over the edge and into the fountain with him.
From there, it descended into a fistfight: Frank defended himself as best as he could with one arm still in the sling and unable to move his neck, while the shiny Gallade used his Fighting-type abilities to his advantage, blinded by his rage at the human's accusations. At one point, Frank actually headbutted him, but found the jarring sensation on his neck to be too painful-
And then a psychic blast slammed into the water, sending the two flying backwards with a yelp.
Soaked, Frank stumbled to his feet to see Victoria breathing heavily, her face flushed with rage, her red eyes glowing furiously. "What, in the name of everything sacred, profane, or otherwise, has gotten into you two?!"
Frank looked down, embarrassed. Tristan turned red. "It's my fault, I-"
"No! Enough is enough! Frank, you should be ashamed of yourself for physically assaulting a Pokemon! And Tristan, you should be ashamed for attacking a one-armed man! I'm taking a cab back to the hotel."
She stormed off, and it was then that the two soggy figures in the fountain realized that everyone in the mall had seemingly frozen in place and was staring at them. Frank let out a sigh and turned to his Pokebureau counterpart. "Need me to help you out?"
"Nah, you got that bad arm, I'll get you out."
He pulled himself out of the pool and helped Frank to do the same before starting to squeeze some of the water from his sleeve. "I need to go dry off."
"Yeah, so do I," Frank answered as the two decided to head for separate bathrooms.
Taking his wallet out of his pocket, he held it under the hand dryer, knowing that this was not likely to work. As he tried to dry out the contents, he heard a deep giggling behind him. When he turned his head as much as the neck brace would allow, he was unsurprised to see Mewtwo behind him. He was, however, surprised to see that the mutant cat was far more amused than angered.
"Oh god, you two went into the pool and he can't even beat a man with one arm and-" He didn't finish as he stumbled out, laughing uncontrollably.
That's not like him or what I've heard about him, Frank mused suspiciously.
Victoria closed the door to her room and slid to the floor.
Somehow, she needed to stop those two from killing each other over her.
And then an idea hit her.
It's perverted, but maybe, just maybe….