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Chap. 26 Friendos?

It started with Shooter and Squirt. Possibly in more ways than one. Neither she nor Alex had been watching the two practice in the stream all that closely, so they had been getting closer and closer to the frigid breath of Aurora Beam for hours. Then, without anyone noticing, one of them had had a breakthrough. Neither Trainer noticed when the attack practice stopped for over a minute, while whichever one had gotten it first- each Trainer, of course, suspected it was their own- taught the other the difference between the freezing Ice Type move, and a weaker Water Gun, which came more naturally to both of them.

Within a few minutes of that lull both were tossing Ice attacks at each other, narrowly missing as they had been for most of the day by that point. There were, in fact, so many ice chunks floating slowly down the stream when they were stopped and congratulated by their trainers that the stream itself had begun to freeze over at the edges, despite being a relatively warm late-summer day.

Alex was still distracted by teaching Cock the Nidoran how to use Dig properly. He was burrowing faster now, almost at a battle-worthy speed, but his aim was still not great. "Try, I don't know, using your whiskers or something, buddy," Alex consoled his Starter during a break. "I know you can't see anything down there, but you do have them for a reason."

"Ni- Nido, ran-ran-ni."

"No idea what you're saying, but it feels like you just told me to go fuck myself sideways, you've been trying that for hours."

"Ni!" The affronted Poison-Type hopped off his lap, leaving not just shed fur and a few needles from his hide, but a lot of dirt and four distinct footprints on his jeans. With an annoyed, frustrated glare, the Pokémon turned away and stalked back out to the dirt pile-ridden field, which had even more holes dug in it.

Alex really should have expected the next spray of thrown earth to come in his direction, but he was still able to at least cover his face with his arms before he was pelted, and Elle started laughing.

Most of their teams were busy training in fact, with Kole, Spike, Surtr, and Loki working on tightening up maneuvers, tactics, and then strengthening their speed, strength, and endurance.

Which meant, since her Pidgey, Nike, would be useless in the Steelworks anyway, and alright in the Aerie, she was focusing on a surprise move from a Pokémon that most would think wasn't very effective in the Steel-type Gym.

It took a total of seven hours, fifty-seven minutes, and nineteen-point-eight-three seconds for Morpheus, as she had named her Psychic-type, to successfully complete a Power Up Punch.

The Drowzee was a little proud of the time, for according to his more feral Hypno father, it had taken the sire more than a year to figure that move out.

He still felt he should have done better, because when he did, he felt like an idiot. It was not a sensation the intelligent, mostly-humanoid creature enjoyed.

The reason for his frustration was simple. He had been trying to learn Power Up Punch based on what he knew of the maneuver. It was Fighting. It was a Punch (as in the classification of Move types, not just a fist moving toward a target knuckles-first). Thanks to his petite, pretty trainer, he even knew what it did, the basics of how it worked.
Power Up Punch's user encased their fist in energy, and punched. Excess energy from the attack was supposed to bleed back into the user, making their next attacks stronger, and stronger, and so on, until even a finger-flick could be devastatingly damaging.

But Morpheus had two major issues with learning the move the way he had been trying to for so long. He was absolutely, definitely, not a Fighting-type, and had the soft, weak, slow body to match. His stubby arms could punch, but they were not exactly good at it naturally. That was just the first problem.

He also could not generate what some martial artists called ki, the way a Fighting-type would.

It was in the last part of that statement, after wasting several hours, that he found the solution to his problem. It was true, he was not a Fighting-type.

But he could learn the move. His father had when he was a Drowzee, and even still knew it as a Hypno living in the wild.

It was possible. So what was lacking?

The method, he had figured out. He was trying to use a Fighting Move in a Fighting way- when he was a Psychic. Many would argue the two Types were antipodal, the direct antithesis of each other. Especially when one considered Psychic's strength against Fighting.

Those people, in Morpheus' humble opinion, were idiots and fools.

Just look at Medicham and Meditite. They were both. True, they were both rare and alone with the paired Typing, but it was possible. No, the fact was, Psychic was strong against Fighting because Dark was strong against Psychic, and Fighting strong against Dark.

The three made a trio of powers, a cycle, in the same way Grass-Fire-Water did.

But that did not mean he was unable to learn the move. Some Dark Types could learn it!

So he tried doing it another way. Meditation, of course, to start with. It was something he had been doing literally from the Egg, and Morpheus was well used to it.

Calling up some sort of energy while he had been trying Fighting methods had done something, but he could never maintain it while moving his body.

He was very used to holding Psychic energy active while on the move, though. There was a flow there, a concept, as he pulled up the power that came far more naturally to him and encased his arms in it. It moved out from his stumpy fists forward, then cycled and turned back, almost like representations of a Magnemite's field he had once seen, moving back into him in the middle of his lower arm.

Yes... he could feel it. As he extended the energy outward from his fists, there was a pulse... and his extrasensory perception allowed him to see the energy flow as well. Out, around, and back in, much diminished.

But still something. As he continued to pour energy outward, energy came back. Not a lot, but enough, he hoped.

Slowly, Morpehus' eyes opened, now blazing purple-violet, and he levitated to his short feet before turning toward the almost unmarred stump he had been using as a target. Energy focused, continued to build, in his hands... "Drow!"

Crack.

Ow, that had hurt... but his hand would survive.

The tree was far more grievously injured. Six inches had splintered in a wide circle, sending bark flying as his psychic powers had blasted three inches into the still mostly-solid wood.

And energy came back.

It came back!

Morpheus hooted, his trunk flapping in his excitement (but at least these humans and Pokémon did not know how embarrassing it was for a Drowzee to do that- almost like a human snorting while they laughed!), and did it again.

The next punch was deeper. The third, deeper still. The fourth cracked the stump in half, and the fifth blew the top part completely away, sending a spray of fragmented wood and bark for a dozen feet in an arc.

The sixth punch, downward, should have shattered and ruined his hand as it hit the spiked, torn splinters of the stump.

But his hand never made contact. Instead, the energy that sheathed it did, and the trunk exploded in all directions. A shockwave blasted out with it, and the ground thumped under his wide feet as most of the deadwood was pulverized into fine powder.

Oh...

Oh, he was tired, though! His cute little Trainer, Arceus bless her perverted heart and mind, was running over to him, cheering in her strange human tongue. The world swayed.

… Maybe he wouldn't be getting her blowjob today...

But at least he was due one from the Grass-Poison. It... it was worth it...

The next Pokémon to complete their move was, thankfully, Cock, who was a lot more subdued in his celebration and didn't hurt himself. Instead, he only started cleaning the dirt from his paws before using those to clean the rest from his spines. Dig was a filthy move, and why Nidoran were Poison-type, they were also fastidious about personal hygiene. At least, that was the best Alex could understand as to why his Starter was choosing cleaning himself as a celebration.

Kole, Surtr, Gobbler (who had joined in after resting from her loads of cum), Lingus and Loki were still practicing together, dodging each other's low-powered attacks in a game that, while Alex had never had the rules explained to him, looked a lot like dodgeball.

Only with more fire, ghost, and grass-type lethality than a rubber ball.

Still, Pokémon were resilient, and none of them were trying to hurt each other. A couple dozen feet away, Elle was still tending to Morpheus, who was smiling dreamily after he had woken up from a migraine-induced nap. At least, that's what he guessed.

That punch had been powerful indeed. As a Fighting move, it would probably break through Steel Pokémon almost as easily, and since Morpehus was a Drowzee, his own staying power was definitely on the higher end for a Psychic. If any Pokémon on Elle's current team was a 'tank', it was him.

She would be alright, but he still had hoped for another Pokémon for her team.

One for his too, actually, but they were all getting a bit tired. He was too, and while Gobbler's blowjob after they had arrived at the training field was nice, that was more than eight hours ago.

He'd caught himself looking at Gobbler, at Lingus, and at Elle more than once, wondering when they would make time for something else.

After all, they'd even broken for lunch but nothing 'fun' had happened, just a meal and then more practice.

He got it, of course. Elle wanted to get stronger, she hated losing. He did, too. Morley Vaan's strength with just one Pokémon was an eye-opener for both of them. One that, in Alex's opinion, should have started with meeting Megumi and her family. They had small teams, just one or two Pokémon each, but their levels were much higher than Elle's or Alex's at the time. Now, they had passed those Pokémon in Battle Rank with even their weaker team members, but how much stronger were they?

Of course, Alex and Elle also had to take time off from getting stronger to broaden their teams, and make their move-pools (both individually and collectively) deeper, too. That made their time, and thus the experience their Pokémon were getting, more diluted.

Weaker.

What he needed was a Pokémon that could just sweep away the opposition. It wasn't his style, of course, but he had no illusions about being able to out-last the most notoriously 'tanky' Type's Gym. For all Rock was lauded as having a 'Rock-Hard-Defense', it was Steel with its even higher Defense and fewer weaknesses in the Type charts that made it superior.
Was it really a shock that over a century Steel had replaced Rock as Pewter's main Gym type?

He didn't think so. They could have, probably should have, started with some research rather than gone in blind. Next time, he would try to make sure they didn't make any assumptions about what they would be facing. For all he knew, Cerulean was now the home to a Water and Ice Gym, or even Dragon, while Celadon could be Fire and Ground.

There was just no way to know for sure.

For now, though, he could take a bit of a break. Cock had gotten the move down finally, had learned enough echolocation- or whatever you called it- with his whiskers to pinpoint where certain targets were with a pretty reliable degree of accuracy. An opponent who stood still might have an advantage there, but then again, Cock would know roughly where they were from that alone, too.

Maybe that was why the first warning came from him. "Dora- Doran!"

Every Pokémon present, even the Drowzee who was still pretending to be asleep to get more cuddles from his Trainer, looked up in alarm.

Looked around, along with Alex and Elle, who were at least both quick to realize something was wrong.

Kole the Growlithe suddenly let out a whuff of air as the last bits of dirt from earlier was shaken off his body by what looked and probably felt like a cannonball hitting his left side. He went soaring, and then sprawling, tumbling against the torn-up grassy field.

Alex jumped to his feet, staring, and looked just in time to see the cannonball unfold into something yellow and red, with small, pointed ears and claws.

"A- A Sandshrew?" He only remembered them from seeing a few in The Underground Gym, they hadn't been popular in the games in over eighty years.

How had a little Sandshrew gone that fast? True, he knew they could learn Rollout, but that thing really had looked like a cannonball!

"Key-Man!"

"Kole!" Elle went running for her injured Pokémon, who had let out a pained yelp and whine as he struggled to, and failed to find, his feet.

Which meant the battle with- whatever that was, was on him.

"Cock, Lingus, Surtr! Come here!"

All three came running, and he was completely unsurprised to see the Ponyta arrive first, his tired, heavy Lickitung trailing after her primary mate, but coming as quickly as she could. "Everyone else, stay back for now, keep Elle and Kole safe, okay?"

"Look out, Alex," Elle cried, "if it's what I think, they're super mean!"

"Okay, but what is- Oh fuck."

He recognized that Pokémon.

In the now-mythical GenWun, there were two Pokémon considered almost untrainable. Vicious. Just... mean.

Gyarados, renowned for leveling small coastal villages on occasion... and this one, known more for pummeling humans. Killing them, even, more often than not when one was attacked. Now it was clearly making threatening gestures at them, despite being outnumbered drastically.

Then again... didn't monkeys usually run in packs...?

He sure hoped not. Had the Mankey- for that was definitely what it was, famous even centuries after it debuted in the first Pokémon games for its brutality- thrown that Sandshrew...?

"A- Alex! This Sandshrew- it's really hurt! I- I don't know if it's going to make it!"

His mind raced. There were suddenly too many things to do, too much to focus on. "C- Capture it, then," he shouted over his shoulder, "it should stabilize it, then!"

"C- Capture? But it's a Sandshrew! They grow into-"

"I know what they grow into, Elle! It's going to die otherwise, and this thing looks like it's about to attack!"

At that moment, he had to put Elle from his mind. Empty it of an injured Pokémon or two, of Gyms and their powerful Leaders, of anything but the three strongest Pokémon he could command, and one very, very angry pig-monkey.

It was fast, so quick that Alex could barely follow the Mankey as it charged for the first Pokémon to get near it, his Ponyta. "Hit him with Flame Charge, maybe we can knock him out before he- Shit!"

Surtr did, in fact, hit the Mankey with his flaming forehead and then run over the Pokémon with sparking hooves, too, which sent the thing tumbling.

He had underestimated its speed, however. Even while spinning mid-air, the Mankey lashed out with a foot, kicking Surtr right in what Elle considered his most prized asset. Hard enough, somehow, despite the difference in mass, to left his Ponyta's rear two legs completely off the grassy earth, and send it sprawling, skidding on one side, onto the ground.

Just as Surtr fought his way to his feet, sparks and flames emanating brighter than ever as he whinnied with quite evident fury, the Mankey was already charging for another attack. This time, there was no contest. Being kicked in the dick will hurt any man, just ask one. Surtr was unsteady on his feet, and while furious, too slow to react as the Mankey threw itself into the air, then brought both fists on its long, sinewy arms down like an old-fashioned karate movie stereotyped, directly on his Fire Pokémon's head.

Surtr neighed and nickered, staggered and swayed, but he was still upright. He Flame Charged again without Alex commanding it, but this time there was no buildup, only firey hooves coming down on the Mankey's round, fluffy head-body.

Both hit, and the Mankey staggered too, but the follow-up strike was another Karate Chop, this time sideways, which whipped Surtr's head around and sent him spinning to the ground again, where he lay, whimpering.

The Mankey looked toward Alex, snarling- and Cock was there, his Horn Drill stabbing with purple poison covering its tip. The Mankey yelped and hissed, threw his starter to the side, heedless of the spines digging into its hands. The Nidoran, somehow, landed on his feet and came running in again. "Cock, try Peck!"

"Niiiii!"

"Keeeey!"

The long horn stabbed twice in midair. The first missed, while the Mankey's fist slid past the snout and smashed against his Nidoran's soft, flexible ear. Admittedly, it was a big target, but Cock yelped in pain as the Mankey's rough nails and skin scraped across its flesh. It didn't stop him, though. The second stab pierced the Mankey's elbow, and again it went tumbling to the earth, while Cock skidded to a halt a few feet away from Alex, hissing in fury himself. He was holding the injured, bleeding ear back, and one paw came up to touch it gingerly while the Mankey kipped back to its feet with amazing agility.

Then Lingus was there, her tongue smashing like a hammer too, sweeping the Mankey off its feet, then used the counter-weight that gave her to lever her huge body, two or three times heavier than the Mankey up into the air, and down onto the smaller ball of fury feet-first.

Stomp may not have been the strongest move, but Lingus was quite powerful, and the Mankey staggered, reeling again. Unfortunately for his first catch, it was not yet down, and the pig-monkey was even more angry now. Two fists were followed by another pair of Chops, then a Kick, and a second which sent Lingus rolling away on her side, yelping in pain. She struggled to get to her feet too.

Cock looked ready for more, but as the Mankey charged, this time it was at Alex directly. His eyes widened, and he tried to move, to get out of the way, but all he could see was the furious red eyes, and-

Then Cock was there, his drill-like horn stabbing into the Pokémon's soft, piggy snout.

The Mankey's eyes watered, and it cried out in pain, both hands coming up to cover the sensitive flesh. "A- A weak spot? Fuck, yeah- hit him again Cock! Horn Drill!"

His Starter didn't let up the attack, but it was to no avail. Even though he tried, stabbing forward and charging, swiping with his paws, and even using a Poison Pin from his back, the Mankey just kept coming. It was doing its best now to dodge the Pokémon- it was coming for him.

A Low Kick finally sent his Starter flying into Surtr, where he bounced off the half-conscious Ponyta with a cry of alarm, and then it was too late.
The Mankey was too strong, too fast, he was about to get the shit beaten out of him.

One paw smashed against his jaw, harder than he'd ever been punched in his life, and Alex saw stars.

He had just enough faculty left to see another fist balling up, heading for his midsection, and he-

He...

Nothing.

The Mankey was bright, lit with a pink-violet aura. Twenty feet away, Morpheus was holding both hands out toward the Mankey.

"Of- of course. A Psychic... it's not... not all about Types, you know," he grumbled, then fell to one knee as the Mankey hovered, hissing and spitting, arms flailing uselessly along with its feet, just outside of reach. "N- Nicely done, Morpheus. That saved my ass."

"Dro-Zee-ze."

He nodded, as if he could understand.

Then another strange thing happened- a powerful force gripped his head, and moved him.
Forced him to look down at the Mankey.

The Mankey which was still fighting, but clearly not a male.

The Mankey which went unconscious a moment later, as the Drowzee used another move.

And stayed asleep as the slow Drowzee lumbered over, unsheathed his Poké-dick, and started rutting at the sleeping Fighting-type leisurely.

"Wh- What the fuck just... happened?"