"Ramen, you're about to be featured on the next chapter of That Sylveon. What have you to say for this?"
"Wha? Um… Ummm… Potassium?"
I'm glad I have such gems in my Discord that I can share these types of conversations with. The zenith of social interaction, I tell you.
THAT SYLVEON
Now, I'm aware of the differences between American English and English English. As a disclaimer, LuanOTP has nothing against anyone of the LGBTQ+ community. Around here, fag means 'cigarette', so if you see it in this fanfic, please do not be alarmed! With that out of the way, let's get on with it.
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"Goofball… after all these years… Ya still got it."
Jasmine huffed and puffed, struggling to get her breath back. Fatigue hit her so hard, the fighting and steel type felt bound to her shared bed. She looked down at her chest. Between the two fur-covered breasts she took pride in, she noticed her shining iron spike. "I can still feel my legs shaking…"
Brendan put his arms behind his back, smirking after a job well done. "In other words, Jazz, you're welcome. Golly, babe. You were screaming so loud."
"I love you, Brendan, but shut the fuck up and put away your fat dick already." The Lucario then glared to her left. "Hey Goofball, you can I borrow your lighter? Can't find mine."
"Huh? Don't tell me, babe." groaned Brendan, looking at his bedded wife search through the bedside desk rather erratically. "You shouldn't be smoking now that you've had kids. Think of the children!"
The argument did absolutely nothing for Jasmine. "It's not like I'm gonna smoke in their faces, Brendan. Arceus. I can't find my 30-pack either! That's supposed to be my celebration packet! Where the heck could I have left it?"
Brendan shrugged, although he was a little bit settled that his wife had no access to anything that could be a big risk to her health. "Sorry, Jazz. I haven't tampered with your cigars, if that's what you're thinking."
"Really? You didn't hide them did you?" questioned the motherly Lucario, squinting at her husband with suspicion. Something smelled fishy, and that was disregarding their sexual endeavours also. "You know what I can do to you Brendan. I love you, but no one comes between me and my cigs."
Within that instant, Brendan thought that his wife's eyes went a bit more red than usual in that one instant. "N-No! I don't even know where you keep them! It wasn't me!"
The aura Pokemon had backed off a little bit, allowing the Blaziken to breathe a little easier. There were four things that Jasmine loved most in this world: Her children, Money, Drugs & Alcohol, and her husband. In that order. Having an imbalance meant for a not so happy Lucario.
"I know you wouldn't. You're too soft." commented Jasmine, smiling and giving up to sift in the book that was also kept by her bedside. "Didn't think I was gonna have to use my bookmark, buuuuut…"
The Blaziken's eyes went gape. "What? You have a cigarette as a bookmark? That's so sad, Jasmine…"
"I don't have an addiction or anything." defended the aura Pokemon, slightly aggressively. "Now come here. Be my Goofball and light this fag for me."
Reluctantly, Brendan took the nicotine and tobacco filled instrument and breathed a small yet intense ember at it's head, igniting it immediately. It was then handed back to Jasmine, who took it with glee and stepped out of bed to open the window.
The butt of the ciger met the Lucario's lips. She took a deep breath in, then a grand exhale out. It was divine bliss for her. She could feel her entire body melt by the second.
"Ah, yeah… That really hits the spot." slurred Jasmine happily, before taking another toke. "Nothing beats a fag after sex."
Brendan rolled his eyes. Maybe it was time for him to get out of bed as well. He had only just remembered his poor son left to take care of his sisters. Welp. Time to go be a father for once.
The Dark type was flustered. The walls about him in that corridor were painted red with ire and anger. Muttering to himself as he made his way back down the stairs, Julley fought against tears fervently just to show a tad bit of resistance and strength. It wasn't easy though. Passing through the foyer, the Umbreon took to acquiring his phone. Surely, sending a call would clear things up.
His phone was lazily left on the kitchen counter. His negligence will get him in a pickle one day. He nabbed it without a second thought, and gazed at the bright screen with intent. Straight away, he took notice of two notifications that had made itself apparent in a brilliant blue backdrop.
Message from Jasmine:
Hey bro you seen my cigs anywhere? Lmk if you find it xx
Julley had shook his head. That was an issue he'd rather worry about later than now. He scrolled to the next notification, and felt his eyebrows stiffen.
Message from Cass:
Hey, sorry Jull, I went out for some extra yoga lessons. I'll be back in the evening to serve the kids some food. See you soon baby 3
The message calmed him down a bit, yet at the same time, it frustrated him to no end. Part of him wanted to sit down and take a few deep breaths, while the opposite side urged him to ball his paws and slam on any surface that was before him.
I don't believe this! What is Cassidy doing? She keeps doing stuff without me knowing, and it's driving me crazy!
Just calm down, Julley. Could we take a step outside?
I don't think that'll help.
Trust me, it will.
The Umbreon sighed in concession, and began walking closer to the door leading to the garden. He detached the latches, and opened the doors. It was becoming more of a late afternoon. It had stopped raining, but that by no means meant that the outdoors were no longer damp. The skies were grey with misery, and rain fell from time to time, threatening to break loose and let down a torrent.
Okay? Now what? I can't see this helping me.
What a buzzkill. Just look left already.
Julley did so, and was a bit surprised to find that there was a large, ghostly dragon waiting for him under the umbrella on the benches. He slumped over to the wooden piece, and took aside across from the newcomer.
"Giratina? What do you want? I'm kinda not in the mood."
Giratina, beckoned for the dark type to lean in a little closer, despite him being right across the table. It was a little bit redundant. From what Julley thought was nowhere, Giratina pulled out a large packet of cigarettes, boasting to hold about 30 inside, as told by the advertisement on the front.
"You don't have to be in the mood. All you need to do is get in the mood." tempted Giratina, sliding the container alongside a lighter across the table. It was as if they were trying to goad the Umbreon.
"I don't smoke, Giratina. E-Even if, I doubt it would help me right now." sullenly sobbed Julley, blinking once he had felt a stray raindrop freefall onto the top of his head.
Giratina kept pushing. "Come on, Julley. I'm not doing this to have a laugh at you. It'll help you chill out."
Julley squinted, and got a good look at the products being influenced upon him. "Aren't… A-Aren't these Jasmine's? She'd kill me if she found I took these!"
"Shh…" hushed the legendary, shushing the Umbreon, and surprisingly being successful with it. "Just try it, and I'll sort everything out afterwards, okay?"
Pursing his lips, the father of two allowed himself some time to be tentative. The more time elapsed, the more he considered having a go at the presented drug.
"..."
"I shouldn't even be doing this... I guess I could try it."
Giratina grinned greedily. The Umbreon had more than just a bad gut feeling after he had agreed to try. A single cigarette was pried from the myriads of it's brothers and sisters. Levitating by Giratina's inexplicable power, the smoking instrument was ignited by an unknown persuasion. The ghost then hovered the cigarette toward Julley's mouth, to which he hesitantly took within his lips.
"Nice one, Breon-Solian." quipped Giratina, sipping from a cup that he got out of literally nowhere. "Now, all you gotta do is take a deep breath in. By deep, I mean really, deep. Like, blowjob deep."
Julley blushed slightly, yet did what he was told, he took a deep in… and began sputtering and hacking in the twinkle of an eye. Don't blink.
"*Cough* What the…!" rasped the Umbreon, unable to top the tickle in his throat. "G-Giratina! What did you give me!"
The legendary didn't seem to be fazed. "You really are a noob, aren't you? You need to take a deeper breath than that. Like, make sure you get it into your lungs. Otherwise, you'll be coughing until the Miltanks come home."
Julley shook his head. He had been given a preliminary lecture about the use of drugs before. 32 or not, he wasn't about to heed anymore from the influential figure that hung about in his consciousness like an infection.
"I think I'm *wheeze* fine… T-Thank you."
"Fine. But what are you gonna do about this? Just sit around and mope around all day?"
"..."
"G-Give… Let me try another one."
The entire room smelled of achievement. Anais trotted into her room with a spring in her step. Weirdly enough, sat on the soft pink bed sheets was a resting Eevee, who often, never sat within 5 metres of his elder sibling. The Sylveon happily launched herself onto the bed, after flinging her bag to the side as if it was salad. The Eevee, Julius, was of course sent into the air as a result of the uneven dispersion of pressure.
Thankfully, the Eevee landed on the bed with a rather easy landing. Anais wrapped her forearms around the surprised and confused normal type.
"Heyya, Julius!" chirped the Sylveon, showering her little brother with seemingly endless affection. "How've you been? Don't care. Get out of my room. I love ya, kiddo."
Julius lifted an eyebrow. His elder sisters temperamental antics gave him anxiety. The normal type with the hazel fur obeyed, and stepped off the bed with a yawn.
Anais' eyes saw Julius leave the room. Immediately, she took to nabbing her phone, and unlocking it. Straight away, she gazed in marvel at the images that she had loaded on her screen - candid sultry close-up pictures of Raidon's body features, that she had taken without the electric types consent nor prior knowledge.
So, you took pictures of 'im without his permission?
Yea bu- Hey… You don't really sound like Giratina.
No, this is Arceus.
Of course. I think I've become desensitised to you Legendaries.
Wow. That hurts. For all I've done for you, at least say thanks.
You're welcome!
...Will you at least answer my question?
Alright, sure. Yes, I did take these pictures. Why? Because he's my new boyfriend and I think he's hot. Now give me some privacy?
By all means.
Anais smiled, turning her attention back to her phone screen. A collection of approximately 30 different pictures was within her grasp. When did she have time for this compilation exactly? Never ask a girl like Anais for her secrets.
A ribbon found itself slithering down Anais' inner thigh like a lewd Ekans. She took one last good image of the posing Luxray - ogling his abdominal muscles and triceps closely. Next, she let down her phone, and closed her eyes. Imagination began to take control. Friction was made by the ribbon, forcing a full-gaped exhale from the fairy. One inhale later, and Anais started choking involuntarily.
"What the heck?!" shouted the fairy type viciously, chucking her phone onto her bed while scrambling to the window. Her lungs pounded on her ribcage for a bit of fresh air. As it would appear, the window that faced the garden was already open. She peered outside, and got her eyes on the respiratory perpetrator.
"Dad! What're you doing!?" exclaimed Anais, startling the Umbreon, who in the heat of things, fumbled and dropped his cigarette onto the ground. It went out with a silent fizzle.
"A-Anais!" Julley called back, but his response was more so that of shock. "W-Wha? D-Don't surprise me like t-that! You know I get scared easily!"
Anais knew that the last thing her father's words could do was hurt her. Angrily, she waved a ribbon at him. "Can't you smoke somewhere else? You're clogging my room!" chastised the Sylveon to her father. Oh, how the turns have tabled. "Wait… You don't even smoke, do you? What's going on?"
Julley peered back and forth between his raging first born and the pack of cigarettes that started this entire confuzzle in the first place. "I… I found this pack out here on the bench."
The Sylveon was weirded out, yet also smitten with perplexion. Regardless, she let her father be, and got back to her business. Hopefully she wouldn't be too loud. This time, she closed the windows. In the meantime, Julley huffed, and sat back on the bench. In a flash, and without too many visuals, Giratina materialised next to the Umbreon.
"So... How'd that go?"
"Terrible."
The 32 year old lazily flicked the packet off the table. Unbeknownst to everyone - even Giratina - the impact of that packet actually stung a little bit.
"Umm… I'm not an expert with this 'emotion' thing. It's still a little bit new to me, but I'd guess that you're… jealous, right?"
"I don't know… I'm unsure that jealousy is the word to describe it. M-More like… frustrated." the Umbreon sighed, sadly plopping his head into his paws, as if his neck had instantly become rubber-like.
"I think I know what you could do to get your mind off your… predicament." proposed the coy legendary, pointing at the dark type gleefully. "Why don't you go out for a drive? You worked hard for your drivers' and I believe that you should make good use of it."
Julley felt exasperated. The breath was siphoned from his lungs the more he wandered about the whereabouts of his wife. He hated to admit it, but it would seem that Giratina had a semi valid point. That is, he should be doing something to put his emotions at ease.
"Alright…" Julley exhaled. "Why not, I g-guess?"
Anais finally concluded, and the aftermath was a set of crumpled, creased and damp bed sheets. Her finger strength - as well as her ribbon savvy (?) - was put to the test. Her ears shot up at the sound of the main door closing. She could identify it due to it having the right amount of squeaks and the frequency of the slam. That must've been her father exiting the premises.
Great. Home alone with Julius.
Doesn't that mean you should go and look after him?
He can occupy himself. I just can't get enough of him right now.
Enough of Julius?
No! Raidon, duh!
...Because that was obvious.
Yah, it was. Do you think he's available to like… call? Or anything like that.
Geez, you've only been dating for like a day. Can't you keep it in your pants?
Mind your own business.
Turning over, Anais collected the phone that she had been using for the last half hour, and after admiring the pictures she had nabbed without anyone's permission, she got up her boyfriend's number on the screen. She had remembered when it was first given to her all that time ago.
I can't believe it! I'm getting all giddy just thinking about calling my boyfriend. How cringy.
I think you've seen this side of yourself before.
What? When?
Nester.
Don't try and ruin my mood, man.
She pressed the green telephone button, and listened to the phone ring with a little bit of excitement. Now sitting up, Anais got a good scent of the air around her, and was hit with a whiff of her own pheromones. She hoped Julius wouldn't come in.
The ringing stopped, and some white humming background noise came into play.
"Uh, hello?"
Anais smiled. His voice was like the individual tones on uncertainty, politeness and cuteness had a love child, and she just loved hearing every second of it. Even if it was one word like 'hello', it was enough to send the Sylveon shivers up and down her limbs.
"Hello? Raidon?"
"...Oh! Anais! I didn't hear you at first. Hi! How're ya going?"
The Sylveon closed her eyes and took in the distinct dialect and amiable accent that was produced from the phone. She knew, though, that she had only scraped the surface of the things that she adored about the Luxray.
"I'm great, thanks." she responded, her ribbons twirling about in the air without her even taking notice. "What about you? You sound pretty busy."
There was a little bit of crackling from the other side. "Good to know. And uh, yeah! I was doing my Maths homework earlier, so I was a little busy. Dang, today was fun though, don'tcha think?"
Anais chuckled, even though there was nothing remotely funny that he had said. "Yeah… I lov- err… I really enjoyed it. We need to do something like that again."
"Yeah, it'd be ace." the electric type replied, sounding a bit excited despite being over the phone. "There's a couple places that I know where we could go. For a date, I mean. It'd be nice to go there… Y'know, as a couple."
The sensation from that one comment made Anais' heart start doing jumping jacks, or to a greater degree, intense burpees. She had sat up in excitement, her ribbons moving faster.
"Y-Yeah! Totally! We totally need to do that!"
Anais' phone seemed to be laughing haughtily and gruffly.
"Great! I've never heard you so stoked before, Anais. I think you sound really cute when you laugh."
"A-Aha, r-really?" she murmured, caressing her warming cheeks with one of her own paws. Parts of her face turned red like a pink Cheri Berry. "I mean, I-I-I never really thought that it'd be cute, but I'm glad that's what you think."
"Haha! Be proud of it! It's a really nice laugh - er…" The Luxray seemed to get cut off mid speech. "Dang. Sorry, Ann, I gotta get going. Just some errands I gotta run."
Just like that, the heart that was previously launching itself into the skies plummeted to the unforgiving ground, wingless. Similarly, Anais leaned back lifelessly, flopping onto the melancholic bed sheets with a disappointed smile.
"It's alright. I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
"'Course you will! Oh, uh, gotta run. See you!"
"Later, Raidon!" forced the fairy, trying to change her tone such that she wouldn't sound as if she was that affected by the departure of her dearest friend, and now boyfriend.
The line was cut in half, and now Anais was on her own in silence. The phone call gave her a bit of a headrush, yet now that it was over, she was returned to Earth.
This guy has you right in the palm of his paw.
I know… And I love it.
Motionless, the starstruck teen lay within her covers, overwhelmed by her own feelings. The door was opened without her influence, though, and she immediately shot up.
"J-Julius! Arceus, man, you scared me."
Julius glared at his elder sister, but had a warm smile on his maw for no apparent reason.
"Hey… What are you lookin' at?"
The Eevee's expression became different as soon as he took a sniff of his surroundings. His face became perplexed, and he now looked at his sister with a look of marvel, eyebrows slanted and furrowed.
"Get out."
Driving down the roads and burning fuel felt like a chore once you had your mind wandering the clouds for an answer. First gear, second gear, third gear, stop, and repeat. If he was lucky, Julley would have the privilege of putting it into fourth. The Umbreon in the driver's seat drove economically slowly, but that's because his worries lied somewhere else than on the road.
"Gosh… Is this really doing anything for me? I-It kinda feels like I'm wasting fuel for no reason."
Giratina, who weirdly fit in the passenger seat without too much of a hassle, scoffed and pointed toward a lane on the left that would eventually branch into a slip road.
Everywhere turn he made, Julley felt like the world was telling him something. Glancing to his left mirror, the Umbreon smoothly slid the vehicle to the left lane. However, he caught wind of a sign sitting on the hard shoulder. It read 'Wife road - 5'.
"Wife road? I've never heard of that road before."
Giratina shrugged his shoulders. I don't even know if the thing even has a set, but they did anyway. "I don't know. This is West Latias, though. All the road names are weird. Mortals be like, am I right?"
Julley shook his head. "Please stop."
The duo - that was actually a solo - continued further down the dual carriageway. Time stopped when Julley caught some markings on the road: 'Cheat street, turn left'
"What the heck?!" exclaimed the Umbreon, peering over the steering wheel in disbelief. "This drive is doing nothing to make me feel better!"
"I've only been trying to help, man!" shouted back Giratina defensively. "It's not like I'm the one making all these garbage road names! Garbage! Garbage!"
"Ugh… I'm better off looking for a roundabout to go home." mused the fed up Umbreon, gripping the leather on the steering wheel tightly.
"Aww… This was supposed to be a whacky road trip with the boys… Now it's a ride home after parents-teachers meeting."
"Ugh… It'd be nice to have some silence in the car."
"I know right? Where is she when you need her?"
Julley would slap his paw against his forehead. However, he didn't want to stir up a dilemma on the motorway. Minding his own business, he made a turn at the nearest convenience, and began on his way back home.
The door creaked open slightly. There wasn't much room to make noise at the ripe times of 11:37 o'clock. However, coming home at this time was optimal for several reasons. After gently closing the main entrance, Cassidy's objective was now to make a break for her bedroom. The most difficult challenge would be to not wake her - most likely - sleeping husband up.
A black scarf with dew yellow stripes was wrapped around the banister. Was it really necessary to wear such apparel while being an ice type? Cassidy shook her head, and abandoned the scarf on the wooden railing that guarded the flank of the stairs. Tentatively, she sidled up the stairs, cringing at every time the worn birch stairs would squeak painfully. She paused from time to time, just to use her ears and confirm that the rest of her family weren't still awake.
Once the mother of two had reached the peak of the stairs - that was, the first floor - she tiptoed on all fours toward her private chambers. She had a prediction in mind, and as the Glaceon pried open the door to her and her husband's bedroom, she sighed triumphantly.
Julley slept like a cute little baby, wrapped in blankets burrito style.
"I suppose brushing my teeth shouldn't be a bad idea?" Cassidy mused to herself, rearing her head back from the ajar door, and making a 180. Once turned around, she realised that there must've been a lapse in her concentration somewhere; the outlines of her eldest daughters door was illuminated. Light squeezed out as desperately as toothpaste being rolled out of it's container.
As expected, the door crept open, and before the entrance was a Sylveon. Her eyes were red, stature sloppy, and fur an uneven catastrophe..
"Anais…!" whisper-shouted the fresh snow Pokemon, struggling to believe her daughter's presence. "What are you doing here?"
"I've just been scaring everyone today." Anais yawned, and smacked her lips together. "Sorry Mom. I just wanted to use the bathroom. Oh, uh, also, Dad said he was looking for you and all."
Cassidy's heart dropped out of her ribcage, and down the stairs in an icy blaze of disgrace. "R-Really? F-For what?"
Anais wiped her nose and shrugged her shoulders, and sniffled. "I 'unno."
The mother raised an eyebrow at her daughter, but didn't raise her voice or anything. Not in these dire circumstances. "Anais? Are you sick?"
The Sylveon shook her head desperately. "N-No!" she ribbitted, trying to mask her nasally voice. "I just have a small cough. It's not that bad."
Despite her motherly instincts telling her not to believe the fairy full of lies, there was a time and place for everything. Berating her eldest daughter wasn't going to do much justice. Cassidy watched her child enter the bathroom, sniffling all the while. Next, she closed her eyes, and let her ears do the work. There was all but silence. Then, the rhythmic noise of a canine's teeth being brushed back and forth emanated from the bathroom. Cassidy sighed, as there didn't seem to be any movement still from her bedroom.
"Ah… Ah… Fuckin' heck, man."
Cassidy's ears shot up straight in the air. She peered into the bathroom angrily, staring down the Sylveon.
"Anais…! Don't use that language in this house!" silently chastised the Glaceon.
Anais was shocked to see her mother was still outside the bathroom, and made an awkward smile. "Uh, oh, aha. Sorry Mom. It's just that I got caught in the rain today, and… Ah… ACHOOO!"
The shriek resonated throughout the entire house. Cassidy flinched the second she heard it, and wouldn't have been surprised if she had noise complaints from the neighbours the next day.
"Gosh, Anais, couldn't you cover your mouth?"
The Sylveon wiped her nose intensely. "S-Sorry Mom, but I don't wanna suppress my sneezes. That's risky business."
The Glaceon suddenly shot up straight. Her fur stood on end once a bone chilling squeak rang between Cassidy's ears. It had come from behind her. More specifically, her own bedroom. Rotating on her heel, she heaved a toothful and truthful smile for the Umbreon, who rubbed his eyes in puzzlement.
"Ohh… G-Good morning, Julley."
I think that counts as a nice place to stop this chapter. As usual, please leave a review if you've something to tell me about this chapter, and if you're new, why not join the discord server? We'd love to see you there. My is under my same fanfiction name, if you're interested. Great to see you all again, and I'd actually love to talk to you on the discord server. Also, I'd probably respond to reviews once there are reviews to respond to lol. Thanks for reading! I know you hate to see me leave but you'll love to watch me go ;3
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