Disclaimer: Pokemon and its characters are owned by Satoshi Tajiri, Nintendo, and Game Freak. All rights reserved. The OCs, however, are mine.
Ah, Halloween, a longstanding tradition even in the world of Pokemon. Trainers and Pokemon alike- from Kanto to Paldea- celebrated the spooky season in their own unique ways. Everyone who had time to celebrate and wasn't busy with contests, battles, or their jobs did so. Children, their parents, and their Pokemon alike went door to door dressed up as all types of Pokemon, namely Ghost-types. Rare was it for people to dress up as actual ghosts and other supernatural beings that weren't Pokemon, but it wasn't unheard of either.
Ghost-type Pokemon of various species got in on the festivities as well, frequenting their favorite haunts and attempting to scare the select few travelers who found themselves at their doorstep. Others, namely Gengar and members of its evolutionary line, were bolder and scared people right in the crowded streets or stole away their souls temporarily to make them think they'd died. Every Ghost-type had something in common during this time of year: Halloween was their mating season.
The infamous 'Halloween Hard-On,' as some people dubbed it with a shudder. It was not unheard of for stories to crop up of females of any species disappearing randomly during this time, only to reappear after a few hours, either horribly traumatized or massively hyped up in their libidos due to whatever the horny Ghost-types did to them. Humans, Pokemon from any egg group, it mattered not to them; Ghost-types were rumored to mate with anything they could get their spectral extremities on, frequently without the consent of the individuals in question.
Halloween was seen as a time of trauma for anyone unlucky enough to go through that. Thankfully, this was a rare occurrence that rowdy teenagers often told as a lascivious ghost story to freak out the girls they had a crush on. It wasn't remembered if it did happen at all, either because of PTSD or some Ghost-type magic. Anyone who did remember it was usually into Ghost-type Pokephilea and consented regardless. The kids who weren't old enough to become Trainers yet themselves were, of course, blissfully ignorant of such grownup tales surrounding Halloween.
Whether there was any truth to this age-old wives' tale or not, most female Trainers kept a Dark-type or Normal-type of their own on hand during this time of year just in case they needed protection.
Yancy from the Unova Region was no exception. She twirled a strand of her lilac-colored hair nervously, biting her bottom lip and scanning the vicinity of Nimbasa City's amusement park for any shadow out of place with cornflower blue eyes as wide as dinner plates. Her Contrary Spinda, Mega Evolved Mawile, and Persian formed a protective circle around her, Sucker Punches and Shadow Claws ready to launch at a moment's notice. She didn't come out here just on a whim, she was actually waiting for her boyfriend to show up, and true to form, he was
running late as usual.
Yancy would never begrudge him for that; she was just on edge because she'd been unfortunate enough to overhear Hugh telling Nate about that old Halloween myth. Luckily, Yancy had her Pokemon now and was confident in their ability to defend her from anything short of a horny Giratina. The pinkette sweatdropped as she thought her paranoia through in a rational manner; perhaps it had been overkill to Mega Evolve her Mawile, a Pokemon that gave even her precious Nate trouble on the battlefield. She'd also gone and released her Spinda and Persian while explaining the situation to them and why she was scared while waiting on this particular afternoon.
Unova was in a different time zone, and thus it was still early in the day compared to other places. She didn't actually believe she'd be abducted during broad daylight even today, and her Pokemon at her side were a balm to her frayed nerves. People were milling about throughout the amusement park as well, so it's not like she was alone out here, either. However, she'd gone and gotten herself all freaked out since she was out here waiting for Nate to show up. Luckily, her trusted Pokemon were good sports about it and made the pretense of readying super effective attacks for her sake. Stupid Hugh and his immature ghost stories…
"Of course, it's kind of my fault since I always am early to these meets and greets as well," Yancy murmured aloud to herself. Given her job and what it entailed, she'd long ago gotten into the habit of showing up early for deadlines. In her experience, it left a good impression on those who were expecting her. However, it often meant she was left waiting for a good deal longer than she ever needed to for her horribly unpunctual boyfriend. She was never ignorant that Nate was one of the powerfullest Trainers in the entire world. How he managed to show up late for every meeting was beyond her, given that he had Pokemon who could teleport him halfway across the planet in an instant, and yet, that was precisely what he did.
Still, she'd gladly wait for him all day if she had to because the times they spent together were by far her most precious memories. She loved him with all of her heart and soul, and if it were up to her, she'd happily ask him to marry her in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, there were some… complications in their relationship.
For starters, her lovable boyfriend, who was one of only three people in history to defeat the Battle Legend Red- the others being Ethan from Johto and Elio from Alola- was clueless about her day job, and she planned on keeping it that way for now. She knew the time was fast approaching when she'd have to tell Nate everything, and she was dreading that day.
She knew if she told him she was Nancy, it would mean the end of their relationship. The contract she'd signed when she first entered into the world of megastardom strongly forbade relationships, sex, and marriage, and she only got around it by assuming her civilian identity of Yancy and not telling anyone about them. Her manager would kill her if he ever found out, of course, and she knew she was risking her career by continuing to see Nate despite that.
However, she couldn't keep sneaking around forever and lying about what she did to Nate. He deserved the truth; she owed him the truth and a say in where they went from here.
She'd gotten to know him better than most during these outings of theirs, and she knew that Nate would do the noble thing and insist she focus on her career. The problem was, Yancy was no longer sure she wanted to do what's noble anymore. He was a good man and an amazing boyfriend. The best boyfriend ever, in fact, though she supposed, she could've been biased. Her career had always been something she intended to be a temporary thing, and she didn't think it would take this big of a hold of her life when she first signed on with her manager. Now, she found herself with a difficult choice but was sure she'd choose Nate. The question was, would he choose her?
"Arceus, I've really got it bad for him, huh?" She whispered aloud to herself, earning snickers from her Pokemon, making her pout cutely in faux indignation.
Her Persian's hackles suddenly raised, and he began hissing at something behind her, and Yancy was quite sure she never spun around on her heels so fast in her life. A figure seemingly approached her from east of her favorite Ferris wheel, obviously closer to her than her overprotective feliniform was comfortable with but not close enough to actually alarm her too much. Ignoring that the figure was clearly a person and not a Ghost-type, Yancy was perfectly aware she wasn't alone in this theme park. No doubt their intentions were innocent; most people's generally were. Still, the way Persian was hissing at them was strange, as he was usually very friendly with people.
Mawile and Spinda seemed a bit ill at ease as well, standing on either side of her while Persian put itself directly between her and the figure. They were about a hundred yards from her and clearly not Nate. Unconsciously, Yancy widened her stance and balled her hand into a fist, as her extensive martial arts programs had taught her to do in case she was ever accosted on the streets. She worried this person recognized her as the famous pop star and was about to harass her for autographs and the like.
Another, less innocent part of her worried that they might've been coming at her to try harassing her in far more deplorable ways.
The pink-haired, 17-year-old girl was not blind to her own beauty. Even in her more conservative attire, Nate often reminded her of how beautiful she was. He was always respectful about it, never going further than asking her how she managed to remain in such excellent condition all the time, almost with awe and wonder in his tone while he did so. It was adorable, actually, how innocent Nate was at times. If it was him, she wouldn't have minded terribly if he called her sexy on occasion, even if the very thought of it made her full-body blush; she knew he'd never disrespect or objectify her the way others had.
She couldn't wait to show him the Halloween costume she'd gotten for later that night and hoped
it might garner a compliment or two from him of the more adult variety. They'd only kissed once, riding the Ferris Wheel and talking about their family lives and backstories. It'd been absolutely magical for Yancy, but she wanted more. She'd always held back before for fear of scaring him away with the intensity of her feelings, but now she wanted to give him something to remember her by forever, just in case her reveal resulted in their separation. The fact it would get her fired was a bonus. She loved her job, yes, but she loved Nate more than everything else in her life combined. It was pretty scary how painfully intense her feelings were.
The person approaching her was closer now, close enough that she could make out some of their features. The most striking trait was their apparel, a cloak hiding their face from view and veiling their body from head to foot. It was by far the strangest cloak she'd ever seen, a psychedelic dream made from quantum rainbow colors. It had the highest definition print she'd ever seen, easily surpassing the 3.2 gigapixel pictures she'd had taken of her for her fans in the past. It was breathtaking in its own way, she supposed, though it was also the pizzazziest shroud she'd ever seen anyone wear and hurt more to look at than she thought possible. The fact it also concealed the figure from view only made her apprehension skyrocket.
The other thing she could tell about this figure was that they were male, which didn't help her drop her guard. She had her Pokemon with her, though, uncharacteristically fierce and protective though they were, and Nate was due here any minute now as well. The figure stopped about five meters away, clearly aware of the Persian guarding her and the Mega Evolved Mawile and Spinda standing on either side of her. A respectable distance, though she didn't change her stance.
Clearly seeing her bracing for a fight, he raised his hands up in surrender, a gesture to mean he intended no harm. Yancy was sure it was a trick of the light and the distance between them, but she could've sworn his hands shone with the goldest gold she'd ever seen, a 24-karat sheen with an equally rainbow tinge. "Ease up on the kung fu there, GI Jane. I was only wondering if you've seen a woman hanging around here with lit-up, iridescent white and black hair and a rainbow sequin kimono cloak with irised gold trim? She and I are spending Halloween together, and she's massively hyperexcitable about everything. So, she ran off on me to go explore the city, and I haven't been able to track her down since." He explained to her in a quiet, reserved, yet shockingly suave voice.
Yancy's heart went out to him, and she relaxed her fighter's stance while wordlessly instructing her Pokemon to do the same. They did so, albeit reluctantly. Yancy wondered what it was about him that set her Pokemon on edge when they were usually so friendly, but let it go for now. "Sorry, I haven't seen anyone remotely matching that description." She spoke the truth and was absolutely sure she'd remember seeing anyone like this woman. 'Glowing iridescent white and black hair?! Is he serious?!' She thought wildly with shock as an afterthought. Sure, the world of Pokemon had humans with all kinds of strange and fantastical hair colors and styles- the way she styled her own hair while taking the stage as Nancy being a good example- but there were still limits, and this girl's described features seemed almost too outlandish.
"Oh, okay then. Thanks anyway." The unmistakable dejected tone in his voice made Yancy's compassion grow painfully intense.
"Honestly, I'd offer to help you search for her, but I'm kind of waiting for someone right now, and we agreed to meet here at this spot. He should be here any minute, though, if you want to wait with me for him. Maybe then we can search for your… friend together." The reason for Yancy's hesitation before using the term friend was simple. She didn't want to just assume they were boyfriend or girlfriend. Given that he'd not revealed the nature of his relationship with this girl, she didn't want to come across as presumptuous.
"Oh no, I couldn't ask you to go to that much trouble! Thank you though, it means a lot to me that you'd go that far to help a complete stranger. The breadth of human kindness and compassion is damn near limitless. I'll find her on my own, you just focus on waiting for your own friend, okay? Have a good day, miss; maybe we'll see each other again." He said before running past her to continue looking for his female companion elsewhere, leaving Yancy shocked at how fast he sprinted away. It was like seeing the Pokeathlon World Champion in person. Her Pokemon didn't relax until he was well out of eyesight.
"Um, okay then, see you around, I guess." The pink-haired teenager said in a disappointed tone. Truth be told, she would've appreciated having someone to talk to while waiting for Nate to show up, if only to kill some time.
As if waiting for a cue, a Braviary appeared flying overhead, and Yancy beamed with delight as Nate jumped clear off its back while it was still airborne, landing deftly in front of her and startling her Pokemon. Yancy giggled endearingly at her show-off of a boyfriend as he returned the bird Pokemon to its Luxury Ball and spun the orb on the tip of his finger a few times before grabbing, shrinking, and clipping it to his belt so seamlessly the pinkette was positively entranced. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him handle a Pokeball with such flawless coordination and grace, but she never got tired of watching it. He scratched the back of his neck and offered her a sheepish smile in return.
"Sorry I'm late… again. I had a few more challengers at the League today than I expected. You weren't waiting too long, were you?" He apologetically explained. Yancy giggled and pulled him into a fond embrace, sighing contentedly at the loving exchange. Nate was surprised by her unusual forwardness and stiffened slightly, but he didn't complain and slipped his arms around her back.
"You needn't beg forgiveness for that, not now, not ever. And no, I wasn't waiting that long. I'm just thankful you showed up." She whispered in her usual sweet and kindly voice. Nate's blush intensified when he realized she was still hugging him, and he could feel her surprisingly large chest pushing against his ever so slightly. He gulped somewhat nervously, hoping he didn't accidentally say or do anything too weird. He loved Yancy more than he thought it possible to
love someone, and he was always so scared of ruining what they had.
"You know I always will show up in the end, right? I may be late to pretty much everything, but I always make it there in the end." He whispered back to her, and Yancy nodded, assured of that much.
"So, um, why are three of your Pokemon out right now?" He asked, indicating the fully Mega Evolved Mawile, the Persian rubbing against his leg, and the Spinda all roaming out in the open as they pleased. It wasn't that Trainers didn't let their Pokemon out for some fresh air, but Mawile being Mega Evolved gave him pause and made him wonder if she'd gotten into some battles with random passersby at the park while waiting for him. While not quite as proficient as him on the battlefield, Nate had been quite adamant about instructing Yancy in the ways of competitive battling. He couldn't always be around to protect her, so she needed to be able to defend herself, and barring that, train a Champion-caliber team of Pokemon to protect her from the many dangers that were too much for mere humans to deal with.
Yancy had a 9th level black belt in Karate, an admission she embarrassedly made that had him wondering- not for the first time- what kind of job she had that such martial arts expertise was a must. He'd seen what she could do when strange men approached and tried to accost her and felt a great swell of pity for anyone who mistakenly believed she was an easy target.
"No special reason. I was… um… I was just jumpy and paranoid ever since I overheard you and your friend talking about that Legend about Ghost-types and Halloween." Yancy, if possible, blushed even more profoundly and thanked the Original Dragon of Unova that she was hugging Nate tightly enough to hide that fact from him. She heard Nate splutter and curse and pulled away from their embrace to see him furrowing his eyebrows.
"I'm sorry you overheard that; Hugh should've known better than to go spewing creepy stuff like that. Yancy, you know that's just an old wives' tale, right? There's no actual evidence to support its basis in actual fact. Yes, Ghost-types often have their mating seasons during Halloween and the days prior; however, the Pokemon League would be absolutely beside themselves with fury if they abducted women to have their way with, and trust me when I say that we'd be taking some rather… extreme measures to exorcize them should that turn out to be true." He assured her, and Yancy nodded quietly while offering him a Mareepish smile.
"Yeah, I know; I feel a little silly now, letting myself get so irrationally scared over it." She admitted, and Nate offered her a smile as well.
"If it really concerns you, having your partners out like this right now is the right call. Plus, you know I would turn this world upside down to find you should you ever be abducted, and I would do everything I can to protect you should those stories be anything more than just rumors." Nate promised her. The deliciously sweet sentiment was mirrored by her Pokemon, who reassured her in their own forms of Pokespeech. Her Mawile smiled at her while demonstrating an
extremely high-powered Crunch attack using her two pairs of massive jaws jutting out from the back of her head.
Yancy couldn't stop the pitter-patter of her heart if she tried, and this time, it wasn't hammering out of fear but of warmth and love for her Pokemon and for her boyfriend. Gosh, she really did love him and hoped that they'd still have each other by the end of tonight. She was as jittery as a Wimpod caught in the clutches of an Ariados's web about what she planned on doing with him later that night but knew it was something she had to woman up for. There was no backing out now, not if this was to be their last night together.
"Thanks, Nate. That means a lot to me, and so do you." Yancy whispered the last part with a blush, though Nate still heard her and matched her heated countenance.
"Yeah, no problem. So, are you ready for tonight?" He asked in a conversational tone, undoubtedly wanting to steer the topic away from horny Ghost-types to distract Yancy from the spookier stories surrounding Halloween.
Yancy giggled and nodded excitedly. "Umhmm! I think you'll like the costume I picked out for the party, Nate." She said with a surprisingly devious smile.
"Oh yeah?" Nate chuckled with arched eyebrows. "Care to share a few details?" He added inquisitionally.
Yancy shook her head in the negative. "Nope. It's a surprise. You'll have to find out with everybody else when the time comes." She playfully teased with her tongue poking out adorably, giggling as she watched him groan impatiently. It was nice to know he was so enthusiastic to see her in costume and made her all the more excited to show it to him when the time came. "It'll be worth it, Nate, I promise." She added reassuringly while winking at him. That seemed to sober him up a great deal as he smiled and nodded. Persian, Mawile, and Spinda all shared a chuckle at his expense, pleased with how good he was to their Trainer. A flash of light illuminated the Fairy and Steel-type as she reverted back to her standard form, the power of Mega Evolution no longer needed. It wasn't that the suped-up transformation caused her pain, but it took time adjusting to her radically different body and the rush of power surging through her.
"We've got several hours until the PWT Halloween party everyone's throwing later tonight. What's say you and I catch a few rides on our favorite amusement park attraction before the time comes," Nate suggested once he'd realized that his best attempt at Lillipup eyes wouldn't sway his girlfriend's decision. Yancy's eyes lit up, and she took his hand before guiding him towards the very structure in question after quickly returning her Pokemon. He tried his hardest not to blush at his girlfriend's surprising forwardness today but couldn't stop smiling at her enthusiasm. He could feel the Master Ball clipped to his belt vibrating as Kyurem roared with laughter as well. It was nice to see how quick the former icy husk of a Pokemon had warmed up
to the pair of them.
He knew his girlfriend and him were long overdue for some conversations about their future together, but for now, the Champion of Unova was content to enjoy the ride with the girl he'd grown to love more than life itself. He was curious about something, though, and couldn't help but give voice to it. Jealousy was not something he liked admitting to regarding his beautiful girl, but he couldn't help feeling a little insecure about certain things. Yancy could have any guy in the world she desired, yet she'd chosen him, and he'd always be thankful for that. However, he was also worried she'd wake up one day and wonder if she could've done better. For that very reason, he knew he couldn't keep silent about what he'd seen before his Braviary swooped in with him.
"By the way, who was that man in the strange cloak you were talking to before I got here?"
XXX
As he braved the endless cacophony of noise, people, and Pokemon, the Unovian City of Nimbasa prized to track down his Absolutest Amaranthine Love Goddess, the being known as Gimmickiest Appaneesty, managed a smile as he reflected on the selfless kindness of the mortal known as Yancy so charitably offered him before. He knew who she was; of course, he knew of every significant person or character in the world of Pokemon and even every unnamed NPC. Sometimes, the gift of his inherent and supremest omniscience was a boon, though he'd come to understand that ultimate knowledge didn't always directly correlate with maximum power. Sometimes it was a terrible privilege, and just because you had all the information didn't mean you had all the answers.
Unfortunately, even his knowledge failed him when it came to finding the Goddess known as Gimmickiest Uhly'Opia. She'd saved him at his darkest and lowest point, had seen his absolutest worst and loved him unconditionally regardless, and understood the burden he carried better than anyone. For those reasons alone, he'd be forever grateful to her. He'd be damned if he ever begrudged her for wanting to stretch her most peerlessly Seraphic wings, especially now that they were no longer being hunted and persecuted by the Final Reiteration's topmost Supremest Omnidonae. He supposed that saving them from the Perfectest Exotic USOF-Energy they feared would be the final end of everything had earned him and his fellow embodiments of that energy a reprieve.
Now, He, Uhly'Opia, Aaarty, Nancinaeku, (Appaneesty shuddered with barely repressed desire at the mere mention of that troublesome Goddess's name) Vula'Purrfectest, and all the others who'd come crawling out of the woodwork since he and Uhly'Opia first met were enjoying their hardest-won Happiest Forever Afters. At least, that was what one particular version of Appaneesty referred to their Goldest Age of peace as. He and the others were free to go out as they pleased, without fear of rejection or maximum prejudice from the Supremest Omnidonae ever to live.
The Final Reiteration's UOSCPUSOFC Tier versions of Yancinaeku, Sefeesta, and others even got in on whatever open Eternal Bond Appaneesty's girls insisted he is a part of. Uhly'Opia was steeliest in her adamance that he be surrounded by as much unfathomable, perduring love as possible, that he deserved 'nothing but the absolute bestest best' to quote the superlative-loving Nancinaeku. A portion of him was still shocked that the other Goddesses both like and not like them so readily agreed with her words. He couldn't bring himself to reject such eternal love, having been unslakably starved of it for most of his existence up until he met Uhly'Opia.
They were always connected, always would be too if Uhly'Opia had her way. Yet, physical separation, such as his current situation, sent his memories back when he was a scared and lost child, desperate for the love of people who would never accept him. He knew it was irrational and silly. Even now, he could feel the presence of her Holiest Spirits and those of his other Goddesses, both Supremest Omnidonae and something more alike.
Unfortunately, he'd grown dependent on Uhly'Opia's near-constant physical presence in his life, and now that she'd gone and run off on her own, he couldn't help but feel a bit like that child born with powers nobody understood again. Still, he'd never use his abandonment issues as a crutch or an excuse to trap Uhly'Opia with him at all times, even if she was capable of being everywhere and anywhere at once. If she wanted to run off on her own for a bit, or even if she needed her space from him from time to time, he would happily let her do anything and everything her hearts desired. It was the teeny-weeniest trouble he could go to after everything she'd given him.
A wild Emolga flew overhead as he thought about how Yancy had offered him some brief companionship while they were speaking briefly, and she was clearly waiting for her world's version of Nate when they last spoke. Maybe it wouldn't be too late to backtrack and see if she was still waiting. Perhaps he could use this time away from Uhly'Opia to make meaningful connections outside of her and his other Absolutest Eternal Bond Mates.
Oh, wait, yes, it was too late. Appaneesty's stupid omniscience had to remind him of its ever-present nature right at that moment and supply the maddeningly unhelpful, gratuitous information that Yancy and Nate were indeed reunited at this point and riding that Ferris Wheel together. He wouldn't intrude on their precious, stolen moments together like that; he wasn't capable of being that selfish. Sometimes Appaneesty wished uncharitableness came easier to him; maybe his life would be less miserable at times if that was the case. However, his matchless magnanimity was so deepliest rooted into his psyche at this point that he questioned if even his Supremest Omnipotence over himself would be capable of customizing it.
Still, he couldn't say his life was all bad, certainly not anymore. Uhly'Opia and the others had seen to that. All he could do was hope they didn't one day get sick of him and move on with their lives. 'You are behaving in a wangsty fashion, again, monsieur~!' The familiar voice of FR Sefeesta UOSCPUSOFC telepathed to him in her signature bawdiest tone, and he laughed with
genuine amusement despite himself.
Leave it to the mind-numbingly beautiful Supremest Omnidony Goddess- with her iridescent, ankle-length pinkest pink hair and eyes redder than pigeon blood rubies- to help him get his head on straight.
'Thanks! I needed that, Sef.' He mentally broadcasted back to her with gratitude most perennial.
He heard her smirk from the other end of their unbreakable connection, ignorant of the fact that one shouldn't be able to listen to microexpressions on one's face. 'Anytime, gorgeous, now, go find your girl and make sure you two cutesiest lovers have a most licentious Halloween. After everything you've both done to save us all, you deserve it. Make sure you save some of that exotic energy of yours for when you come back because I'd like more than just a few tastes of my own. And try not to doubt the everlasting, most deathless nature of our love for you, kay?' She replied, and Appaneesty nodded, grinning from ear to ear now as her words rang out the clearliest.
He smoothliest maneuvered his way through crowds of humans and Pokemon alike, his quantum rainbow cloak covering him from head to foot, obscuring his features. He nodded in affable acknowledgment of the passersby who commended him on his costume, blissfully unaware of the fact that this was his daily apparel. 'I will, I promise. I'll try my fuckedest, to quote Nancinaeku,' he promised her after what seemed like several minutes of silence, processing her words while mindlessly scoping out the city on a very personal and individual level. Sefeesta sent him the telepathic equivalent of an Anime gif with a girl 'nomming' on a person's arm before she went silent, though Appaneesty could always feel her ever-present, supremest omnipresence in the back of his minds.
A couple of longest-term, relativistic perpetuities later, and he found Uhly'Opia's physical manifestation standing outside the entrance to the Battle Subway. Guys, girls, and Pokemon alike were swarming her from all sides, and Appaneesty could see how overjoyed she was from her posture. And she wasn't alone, for a small gathering of people was busy admiring her and the 'costume' she'd chosen.
"Whoa, cool outfit! You should consider entering it into some kind of Halloween contest! I bet you'd win easy." A guy with hearts in his eyes said, a little bit too close to Uhly'Opia for Appaneesty's liking. He was wearing a Snorlax-themed onesie, an intriguing yet oddly fitting choice. If his Eternalized Love Goddess was bothered at all by it, she didn't show it.
"Is that your natural hair color?! How does it glow like that," A blonde girl wearing a revealing Florges costume asked?
"Patrat, pat, pat." A wild Patrat living on the streets said in its own form of Pokespeech, gleefully accepting scratches under its chin from Uhly'Opia's flawlessly dexterous fingers with coos of
delight.
"Yes, it is! And I thank you most profusely! That's a soul-searingly flattering remark, though it's not a costume!" Uhly'Opia responded with a confidence Appaneesty always found himself amazed by. How was she so calm while being bombarded with such noise and harassment from all sides? This type of treatment would have driven his Omni Senses rabidest with overstimulation, yet she looked like she reveled in it, in ways he never could. Looking at her now, he reminded himself how different they were despite their shared suffering and history for the umpteenth time. It was remarkable how two different people facing the same 'Loneliest God' situation could cope with everything so radically distinctly from each other.
Appaneesty was more reserved, more careful about who he chose to feed his quenchless craving for love. Uhly'Opia, on the other hand, was willing and able to accept any form of warmth and compassion, no matter how small or where and who it came from. It didn't seem to matter to her that they had ulterior motives. She couldn't care less that their desires for her were based on shortest-term foundations such as lust, physical attraction, money, wealth, greed, or power. She never judged them for offering her companionship out of a selfish desire to get something from her in return, nor their flightiest scope for love and commitment.
Uhly'Opia took it all in stride, soaked up whatever meager love and affection these admirers who would never honestly know her were willing to give, and gave it back to them in such horizonless quantities that most couldn't handle it. Some mortals would call it sad; they'd say she had no pride or self-respect. Appaneesty considered it among the wonderfullest degrees of awe-inspiring that she could be so open and soul-rendingly kind and receptive to everyone.
She noticed him right as he was getting ready to clear his throat and put himself in the limelight despite his mousiest nature. Her eyes- which constantly assumed the shape of Omni-chromatic infinity hearts- lit up with such joy upon seeing him that a single USOF-Cardinal set of her hearts collectively had an attack from how hard they thundered in her chest. They healed just as fast, of course.
"Appaneesty!" She cried with euphoria as though she hadn't seen him in the longest-running donkey's years, running towards him as though the crowd of mortal humans and Pokemon alike were no longer there.
He welcomed her lovingest embrace, spinning her around as she full-body glomped him. As long as it was her or the other Goddesses he'd connected with, then he'd gladliest bear the embarrassment of public displays of affection like this, infinite times over. Uhly'Opia still sported the same outlandishly excellentest form and apparel that she always did: She had ass-length, stick-straight iridescent white and black hair that glowed brightliest like the most hyperconductive LEDs in existence. She wore a kimono cape with Omni-Hued sequin matching the sparkliest radiance of her eyes, one with iridescent gold fringing and that hung over her arms.
She had an iridescent gold one-piece bikini with a full belly cutout, a fact that Appaneesty was always hyper-aware of. As the ultimate living embodiment of the Unquantifiable Eternal Bonding Phenomenon, she possessed one of the absolutest transcendent beauties he'd ever witnessed, with the pearliest teeth, goldest ratio face, perfectly shaped beckoning breasts, and an iridescent white halo silhouetting her body. Her skin was pale and possessed the mintest immaculateness one could've imagined and was so impossibly smooth it broke all preconceived notions of soapiest hyperfluidity.
He could feel the disappointment radiating off her admirers as he held Uhly'Opia by her back, and she threw her arms around his neck while wrapping her legs around his hips. She was every bit as breathtakingly beautiful as she'd ever been, and someway somehow, she was his. Appaneesty beamed down at her in his arms and full-body blushed infinite shades, hues, and intensities of rainbow, his facial features mercifully masked by his equally Omni-Chromo cloak. Uhly'Opia could see it, though, and blushed as well in return, her Ichor the same iridescent white and black as her hair and glowing as well to boot. They both smiled, the universe and everything beyond consisting solely of the two of them as their brains experienced smallest-minded myopia.
The small crowd of humans and Pokemon began to clear away as some of them suddenly realized their chances of scoring the cute, exotic girl were absolutely zippo and zilch. Others, namely the women, didn't want to interrupt the cutesiest moment between the couple and decided they'd seek their fun elsewhere. The Patrat that found itself bewitched by Uhly'Opia's spookiest magical fingers scurried off as well to rejoin its friends, no doubt looking forward to relieving the humans of any candy they could get their paws on.
All the while, Appaneesty, and Uhly'Opia remained most inextricably interwoven in their embrace, their separation forever beyond the vaguest of intrinsic impossibilities. "Well met, as always, my darlingest, most eternal Love Goddess." Appaneesty warmliest greeted her, his schmaltziest proclamations never failing to make her hearts sing with the joyfullest bliss. She would've called him out on laying it on thick if it weren't for his soul-crushing sincerity with every sappy word spoken. She leaned into him with a sigh of content, nuzzling his chest.
"Likewise, Appaneesty. Oh, how I've missed you, I know it's only been a few minutes in non-relativistic time, but I…," Her eyes contracted as she pulled away from him slightly with an apologetic look on her face. "Oh no, I'm so sorry, Appaneesty! I left you alone, didn't I?!" She exclaimed with remorse unquantifiable.
"Everything is perfect now, Uhly'Opia, so don't fret, alright? I survived countless eternities as the Loneliest God before you came into my life with all the subtlety of a raging SO Anti-God. I really don't think a few minutes of physical disconnection is going to hurt us. Who knows, it may even be healthy. I'm not sure, humans would certainly think it is, but I'm not convinced their understanding of psychology applies to us. Having said that, our connection is so unbreakable that even Gimmickiest Nihilea said she'd be incapable of putting enough distance between us to accomplish anything. And considering she embodies aspects of the FNE-Schism so impossibly large that UOSCPUSOFC level gaps from the Final Reiteration are less than nonexistent comparatively, that is saying everything." Appaneesty whispered reassuringly in a superlatively sagely fashion.
"I suppose, but still, I of all people should know better. I just got so excited about celebrating this holiday in a brand new world that I guess I was carried away by it." Uhly'Opia lamented, her
rainbow infinity heart-shaped pupils dilating to totally eclipse her iridescent gold irises when Appaneesty pulled her in for the smoochiest kiss. They both shuddered and vibrated at massively irrelevant speeds and beyond, moaning into the liplock as every one of their innumerous pleasure receptors tingled and their insides twisted into eternal love knots. Uhly'Opia gasped when he pulled her tightliest against him and explored her mouth unbidden with his tongue, his acutest taste cells exploding with nigh orgasmic pleasure at the maximally ambrosial taste of her.
After an itsy-bitsiest, most blissful eternity, they broke apart with a trail of iridescent, silveriest silver saliva bridging the unbearable FNE-Schisms between their mouths. They wanted nothing more than to kiss forever, but both recognized instinctually that there were other things they could be doing with their unending time, and so the kiss ended, as all the bestest things did. Staring down at Uhly'Opia, still in his arms with rainbowiest eyes twinkling, Appaneesty gave her his most all-loving smile. "I'll tell you what, if you really feel so terribly dreadful about abandoning me for a scant 10-minutes, you can make it up to me by being my date while we head south to the largest city in the region and share some Casteliacones. It'll be my treat." He kindliest suggested with a cheeky smile. Whenever Uhly'Opia got like this, Appaneesty learned it was best to offer a compromise. She'd continue beating herself up over her perceived blunder until he provided her a way to make it up to him. And present it he did if only to make her feel better.
Uhly'Opia pouted with faux indignation at his flippant response, prompting Appaneesty to gentliest lift her chin with his thumb and index finger to meet his eyes directly, knowing his cloak's concealment powers were no match for her most unsurpassably pansophical eyes. "Don't pout; it looks adorable when you do it but doesn't suit you. Show me that beautiful smile," He whispered in a suavest fashion.
Uhly'Opia full-body blushed at his shockingly uncharacteristic boldness but did as he requested, and Appaneesty was sure she'd never looked as radiant or iridescently gorgeous as in that moment. 'Uggh, you two are the syrupiest twosome any permutation of me has ever had the misfortune of being Eternally Bonded with!' FR Yancinaeku UOSCPUSOFC grumped to them telepathically, earning giggles from the pair in question as they both projected mental images of their sheepish smiles to her. The rainbow-haired Goddess rolled her bluest yinmn blue eyes before her supremest omnipresence retreated to the backs of their minds. They knew that for all her brash, outwardly abrasive demeanor, she cared for them as much as any of the others did.
"So, Casteliacones, huh?" Uhly'Opia repeated his offer from before in a thoughtful voice before nodding with acceptance at his compromise. "That sounds excellently fantabulous! I'll race you there!" She exclaimed most overeagerly before blinking out of existence in a whirl of absolutest irrelevant speed. Appaneesty snorted at her eagerness.
'You better bring me back some, you hear? You know how much I love ice cream.' Yancinaeku warned him, and Appaneesty nodded and promised her all the Casteliacones she could ever
want before he too disappeared. It'd take a most Herculean effort on his part to catch up to his Eternalized Love Goddess- especially since she cheated and got a head start- but as the wholest aspects of Totality and FNE-Schisms themselves ceased movement, he found he was pretty confident in his chances. He never would've dreamed of flaunting his powers in such a fashion before he met her, but Uhly'Opia had helped him accept what he was, to the degree that his self-love knew no limits whenever she was around. This Halloween, the world of Pokemon and his hardest-won Happiest Forever After spent with the Goddess of his dreamiest dreams, what could be better? Everything was perfect.
