NSO Chapter 31
(Day 4, Part 2)
I don't own Pokemon.
In the library, Cleo set down the book in her paws and glanced at the giant clock hanging on the wall. It had been almost an hour since Zenith had left to grab the thing he needed, and he had promised to be back in at most ten minutes.
Something was definitely wrong.
Placing her book back in its original spot on the bookshelf, Cleo hurried out of the library to find her boyfriend.
"What's… working…" Zenith groaned as his head began to swim, his vision turning an unnaturally bright shade of pink. Meanwhile, an intoxicating smell started to permeate his senses.
"W-what is that?" Zenith tried to break free of his bonds, but his body felt slow and sluggish, and moving each limb felt like it required too much energy that he didn't seem to have. Seeing the Umbreon struggling weakly in her grasp, Sylvie let out another enchanting laugh, bringing herself closer to Zenith until their noses were almost touching. The scent seemed to grow stronger, and Zenith's nose just seemed to drink it up.
"Eau de Salazzle. I thought I'd try it today. It's nice, isn't it? I know you think so." Sylvie smiled as she watched the Umbreon's rapidly twitching nose.
Zenith was about to respond, witty comment at the ready, but said thought was pushed out of his mind by the more intricate details that his eyes had picked up in the last few seconds, like how Sylvie's body shape looked a lot more...appealing than Cleo's and how beautiful the Sylveon's light-blue eyes actually were... Lewd thoughts and scenarios started to cram themselves into his mind, things that would normally never exist, much less appear in the Umbreon's brain. All while a smell similar to roses comforted Zenith, making him feel comfortable with the Pokemon he was with. The smile on Sylvie's face grew as Zenith's body went limp in her feelers, no longer resisting.
However, even with all the crude thoughts crowding around in Zenith's mind, there was still a small part of his consciousness that remained intact, crying out.
Shout! Bite her feelers! Get help! Do anything besides this!
"Zenith!" Both Eeveelutions turned their heads towards the sound of approaching footsteps., the electric lights of the hallway casting the growing shadow of a frilled quadruped against the wall.
"Zenith! Where are you?"
Annoyance rose up to Sylvie's throat as she felt Zenith's once slack body try to struggle against her feelers at Cleo's arrival. After all that she had done, and he was still resisting? She was almost impressed. Ordinary Pokemon would have seen the truth by now. Looking back at the Umbreon, she saw his mouth opened wide, most likely to call out the Vaporeon's name in a desperate cry for help. That just wouldn't do. Time to seal the deal.
Cleo could hear some noise further down the hallway. Zenith must be close by. Rounding the corner, the Vaporeon's wild imagination conjured up the many scenarios Zenith could be in right now, each more terrifying and unbelievable than the last.
But none like this.
Zenith had his back to the wall, lips locked with a Sylveon that Cleo did not recognise. Their kissing slowly grew into a full-blown make-out session, the Dark and Fairy-type Pokemon feeling each other up as they did so, with the Vaporeon staring on in consternation. A voice in Cleo's head screamed at her to do something, but she was too stunned to react, her brain still trying to process the scene before her.
-Less than a minute earlier-
Noticing Cleo round the corner, Zenith's hope lifted once more. There was still a shot at this! He was beginning to succumb to the infatuation and could feel logical thinking slowly slipping away from him. He had to act now, and fast. Opening his mouth, he raised his head to the ceiling, gathering up whatever remaining sense he had left to shout out Cleo's name. But instead of words leaving his mouth, Zenith was taken by surprise as a pink paw forced his head down, Sylvie's lips latching onto his own, her tongue forcibly snaking its way into his maw. Her tendrils glowed faintly, emitting a soothing aura to suppress Zenith's enraged and indignant emotions. Zenith's eyes widened in surprise, accompanied by a sharp intake of pheromone-filled air. His eyelids closed as he started to enjoy the feeling, the last of his rational thought washed away in a sea of pheromones to be replaced with an overwhelming sense of primal desire and passion. There was only one Pokemon in the world that he wanted right now, and that was the one right in front of him.
He couldn't care less about anyone else.
-Present time-
Sylvie's lips finally parted from Zenith's, the two Pokemon gasping heavily for breath. Sylvie's feelers relinquished their grip on Zenith, the Umbreon sliding back down the wall to sit on the floor, a dazed smile on his face, paws reaching out weakly towards the Sylveon, wanting more of what she could offer. Sylvie, knowing that she had succeeded, gave him a wink, before turning to face a fuming Vaporeon.
"Okay, I don't know who you are, or what you want, but why did you just kiss Zenith?"
You don't know who I am? This is going to be easier than I thought.
"Oh, I didn't kiss Zenith. I was walking down the halls, minding my own business when Zenith here suddenly pulled me into an enjoyable kissing session against the wall. Isn't that right, Zenith?" Sylvie gestured towards the Umbreon, who responded with a nod, still staring at the Sylveon's supple figure.
Cleo narrowed her eyes at Zenith's weak response, and even more so at the Umbreon himself. In all the time she had spent with him, she knew that he was always one to properly explain himself, to tell the story from his point of view, no matter the circumstances. Failing to do that, and simply agreeing about basically cheating on her? Something was definitely up.
"So who are you anyway? Zenith's sister?" Sylvie started to circle Cleo, examining her from head to toe. She's got a slightly larger ass than usual, but that's all she's got going for her. No looks, not much of a figure, nothing I can't beat.
Cleo eyed Sylvie suspiciously, keeping the Fairy-type in her field of vision. "His girlfriend," she growled through gritted teeth. "and cut the crap." Seizing her chance, the Vaporeon grabbed Sylvie by the bow on her neck, pushing her against a nearby locker. The Sylveon tried to get up, but a blue paw forced her back onto the cold hard metal.
"He kissed you? Yeah, right. Now give me an explanation and free Zenith from whatever spell you put him under!"
Zenith's ears perked up at the sound of a crash and shouting. Looking over, his pink pupils widened, and he got back onto his feet, knowing what he had to do.
Cleo's snarling face was met with a calm expression from Sylvie, which infuriated Cleo even more.
"I'll give you three more seconds. If you don't want to talk, I'll make sure you certainly won't be able to."
"My, my. Such bold threats, coming from someone who can't keep them."
Cleo started to speak, but didn't get a chance to as feelers wrapped around her front and back limbs, tightening their grip, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from Cleo. They jerked forward, sending her crashing face-first onto the floor. As the Vaporeon was writhing in pain, struggling to get out of the bonds which held her in place, a football-sized Shadow Ball slammed into her flank. Sylvie's eyes sparkled with cold mirth as she let go, an equally cold smile on her face as she watched Cleo fly halfway across the hallway, almost touching the ceiling lights before hitting the ground with a thump. A large bluish-black bruise was starting to form on her side, and red markings could be seen around the Vaporeon's paws, standing out against light blue skin, highlighted by the noticeable swelling.
"Look, I don't know what you're trying to pull here, but you should've known better if you thought I was just going to let you speak to Sylvie like that, much less harm her!" Zenith looked down at Cleo, hostility evident in every word he spat out in the Vaporeon's face.
Sylvie's smile widened as she watched the last remains of hope in Cleo's eyes disappear like a guttering wick exposed to an icy blast of wind. The Vaporeon staggered to her feet, braving the pain that came with every step. She stumbled towards Zenith, trying to place her paws on his shoulders, but failed to do so as he instinctively took a step backwards, causing Cleo to fall to the floor again.
"Come on, Zenith! It's me, Cleo! Snap out of it!" A plea could be heard in the Vaporeon's voice as she looked up at Zenith in desperation, trying to talk some sense into the Umbreon.
"I know it's you, Cleo. And I'm not under a spell."
"W-what?" Cleo was blinking rapidly, trying her hardest to hold back the tears that were welling within her.
"I said, my mind's not under anyone's control. As a matter of fact, it's clearer than ever! I feel so foolish for not making the correct decision sooner, but I know now." Zenith ran over to Sylvie, nuzzling his face into her fur.
"The only girlfriend in the world for me is Sylvie!"
That was the straw that broke the Numel's back. Cleo broke down sobbing, her tears running in rivulets down her face. As her body shook like a leaf, wracked with an onslaught of tears, the Vaporeon grasped at straws, frantically searching for a reason for him to stay by her side.
"Zenith! Y-y-you said that you'd never leave-"
"You?" Cleo covered her tail with her face to avoid meeting the cold, smug smile that Sylvie wore, shrinking back at Sylvie's condescending tone, pressing her sobbing body as close to the ground as possible.
Sylvie laughed, her mocking voice amplified by the empty hallway.
"Look at me, Cleo. Then look at yourself. There's HARDLY any competition."
The Sylveon then bent down to look at Cleo, who curled her body tighter into a small ball to avoid eye contact with the Fairy-type. "Look, sweetheart. I know he WAS your boyfriend, but sometimes things don't work out the way you want them to, and it's time to face facts. he belongs with me now, and honestly, we make a better couple than you two will ever be. So I would greatly appreciate it if you would kindly leave us alone from now on, and never bother us again." With each word, Cleo felt the colours of her world grow darker. Shutting her eyes tight did nothing to stop the flow of tears as she wished for all of this to be just another bad dream, wished for her to wake up in her bed, Zenith perched on her windowsill, greeting her good morning.
Sylvie watched the pool of tears Cleo was lying in and smiled. She dipped a feeler in the liquid and tasted it, relishing its salty-sweet aftertaste.
"Well, oopsie me. I seem to have struck a nerve." There was that falsely sweet voice again. "Come on, babe. Let's go." Sylvie turned to Zenith, and they walked down the hallway together, leaving the sobbing mass of a Vaporeon behind them.