Fair warning, this is probably the most M-rated chapter yet. Also, there's a new shipping introduced this chapter! (I have no idea what it's called)

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon.

Piplup POV:

I finally stopped running, collapsing on the ground. I had no idea where I was, having ran as far as I could. Tears resumed streaming from my eyes, and I sniffled. Nobody could understand the magnitude of pain I felt, the torture I suffered.

A swooshing sound behind me caught my attention. I became aware of a presence of another.

Hardening my flipper with Steel Wing, I turned and swiped at the creature in the same motion. I only hit air, having missed my target.

"Whoa, relax! I'm not going to hurt you!" the other said. I stopped, my Steel Wing fading. I recognized that voice, but it couldn't be…could it? I blinked my eyes clear and confirmed I was right.

"E-Emolga?" I questioned, surprised at her unexpected appearance. So many questions shot through my mind. Where had she gone? Why did she leave? Did she do this often? But most of all, "Why are you here now?" She gave me a sad smile, something I was not expecting.

"I recognized the pain in your eyes when you were attacking Pikachu" she said sadly. "Whatever happened to you, it defined who you are, who you had to be. I've been through something painful like that." I stared in shock; this was not the same Emolga I witnessed and heard about. "You're a survivor, just like me."

"What do you mean, 'a survivor'?" I asked.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone else" she stated firmly, her gaze hardening. "If anyone else knows, well, I don't even want to think about what could happen to me." I nodded, sensing the seriousness of her demand.

"I promise I won't" I pledged. She nodded in acceptance.

"So first of all, I was born in a pack of Emolga in the wild, not raised in a hatchery like some Pokémon are" she began. "In the wild, there are many predators who eat stray Emolga. That's why we live in packs, both for community and protection. I was born and raised in a small pack of about 80 pairs of Emolga." She sighed, memories flashing through her eyes. "My mother and father loved and cared for me and my siblings. All of us grew together healthy and happy. Everyone was friends, always helping and protecting each other. Those were good times." She frowned. "I never was attracted to any of the boys. They were nothing but horny idiots, watching us girls bathe in the stream while masturbating in the bushes. All of them were disgusting." Her eyes began clouding over with sadness. "One day, one tried to pin me to the ground and rape me. That was the moment when I learned Discharge." She grinned to herself, standing up a bit straighter. "I ran home and told my oldest brother what happened, knowing he would defend his younger sister. But instead, he blamed me and said it was because I didn't have a mate and I needed to grow up and get one. I told him, 'I'd rather have a girl as my mate than any of those nasty animals.'" Her eyes began clouding over with sadness. "That was the moment when my whole life changed. Everyone turned against me, even my own family, and I was expelled from my pack. 'There are no gay legendaries' they said, something I had never even heard before." A single tear streaked down her cheek. "So I was on my own, stranded in a forest full of hungry predators. I needed protection, and food, from other Pokémon. I got it in exchange for sexual acts." Another tear fell from her eye. "I let them do whatever they wanted to me, any sexual act they desired." She shivered violently. "One Sawsbuck urinated all over me before rutting my ass. It hurt so bad; I was still bleeding for days afterwards!" More tears streamed down her cheeks, her expression turning bitter. "Poor little Emolga, selling her body and eating poison. Nobody cares about her, and why should they? There's many more Emolga out there, and they're not messed up like this one. Who needs this screwup?" She sobbed harshly, shaking from the intensity of it. I stepped forward and wrapped my flippers around her sides, pulling her closer. She instantly returned the embrace, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"You're not a screwup" I soothed, patting her back comfortingly. "Don't think like that."

"Yes, I was" Emolga whimpered. "The poison I ate was probably what did it."

"You ate poison?" I asked. She nodded her head into my shoulder.

"I ate Poiz berries every night" she confirmed. My eyes widened in shock.

"What?" I asked in disbelief. "Why in the world would you do that?!" I found out the hard way, when my brother made me eat some, that those bright red berries were extremely toxic! How could she not know that? Emolga broke the hug and stepped back, staring deep into my eyes.

"It was the only way I had to keep myself from getting pregnant" she explained, her voice full of anguish. "All wild Pokémon in Unova know about it. The poison shoots through the nervous system and suppresses all reproductive hormones. It's effective, but very painful." She looked down at the ground. "Apples can help ease the pain, so I ate lots of them. That is why I like them so much."

"I had no idea you were so hurt" I admitted. "You're very different than what I heard." She smiled sadly.

"I know, nobody else has ever seen the real me" she replied. "I'm the biggest hypocrite there is, being so outwardly against all gayness when I'm secretly a total lesbian. But nobody can know, I can't be who I am."

"I promise I won't share anything you told me" I said.

"Thank you" she said, a grateful smile adorning her face. "Honestly, I hope you're right about that saying being a myth. Then I would have a chance with Snivy, if she can forgive me."

"You like Snivy?" I asked, confused at her revelation. "But I was told you hated her. I've seen you act like it too!"

"Yeah, I do act that way" she admitted, regret lacing her voice. "Truthfully, I've always liked her, but I know I can't be with her. 'There are no gay legendaries', after all. I've been really mean to her because I'm angry I can't have her. But if the saying is a lie and being gay is fine, I've screwed up my chance to find true happiness."

"True happiness" I repeated wistfully. "I thought I would never be happy after all I went through. But between Mom and Oshawott, maybe I can have it."

"What do you mean?" she asked, looking genuinely curious. I took a deep breath before sitting down and patting the ground next to me, indicating for her to join me. She did, both of us leaning back against the tree trunk.

"Let me tell you what happened to me."

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