Chapter 92: Misfortune Memory

Shadow followed overhead, his target, the leader of Team Skull, Guzma.

"They're here…THEY'RE COMING!" Hearing his voice made Shadow regret just frightening him first. His old ways were still there, yet he enjoyed it less now than ever before.

Guzma ran out of the trees, rushing by some familiar pokemon as well as unfamiliar ones. Ashachu and Charizard, as well as a Pichu, Dratini, and Charmander. Though he didn't know for sure, something told him that charmander came from the egg he removed from Charizard. He stopped for a moment, a sudden relief washing over him. The egg survived. And it seemed Ashachu had become a raichu, that sent a strange joy through him, remembering his own friend.

"RUN! Nooo!" The boy sprinted right past them without looking at or noticing them.

Shadow had felt another familiar sensation of being watched, just as he had when those two water types ran from him.

Guzma crested the hill however and was sprinting down the other side. He managed to trip on a root at the bottom and fell headfirst into a muddy puddle.

Shadow would've chuckled, but he couldn't even muster an act of enjoyment. Whatever small pleasure he once took from taking a life, it was gone. Now it was just a chore, a means to an end.

The boy quickly got up and continued to run. The trees grew thicker as he ran, with Shadow once again trailing from above. But he began to descend closer.

A scent of pollution and smog came, they were getting close to another city, Shadow was out of time.

Guzma tripped again, and fell flat on his stomach. He rolled onto his back, panting heavily.

Shadow made out a small shimmer on the ground a short distance from Guzma, likely that inteleon from before, but as he descended, his target saw him. And without warning Guzma sprang upright.

"NOOOOO!"

"Sobble." Sobby covered his ears and closed his eyes as Tel spun around to see what had happened.

"RUN." His brother cried before dashing off into the tall grass.

Shadow heard it, they were definitely here, but they were running again. They weren't the target, and he didn't care to hurt them anyway.

Shadow hovered over Guzma, a somber look in his eye. "I am sorry."

Guzma let out a blood curdling scream, but it was cut short. Shadow had cleaved his head clean off in one go, silencing him instantly.

"Sorry." He muttered as he tore the arms from Guzma's torso. "Sorry." He muttered again, this time ripping the legs of the boy's torso.

Shadow left the head where it lay, but carried the other appendages into the air. He dropped the torso closer to where he'd seen Ashachu, and then proceeded to scatter the arms and legs around the forest. All the while muttering to himself. "I am truly sorry."

*Later*

Shadow felt so degraded, not only had he been following the orders of a human, but said human demanded an unbearable performance from him.

"It is done Master Misty." The words made him want to vomit, they were rather close together, it would be more than easy to kill her right then and there, but he couldn't. He didn't want them pursuing Blade, and he certainly didn't want them to hurt Pyre.

Shadow had taken a kneeling position, sprouting legs to do so. It looked unnatural, his back was bent forward, the cloak like lower part of his body touched the grass beneath him, but his legs were hovering above the ground. It made his gesture just that bit more menacing.

"No, it is not," Misty replied curtly.

Shadow recoiled at her tone, offended and disgusted she was taking advantage of him this way. He'd never seen her face, she always had that helmet and visor, and beyond that she was always in that high tech jumpsuit, so he couldn't tell any of her identifying features. He knew little about her or the other members of her group. What he did know was that she gave orders and he followed them. That's all there was these days.

Unless he wanted to be punished.

"But…The boy is dead," Shadow said quickly, in an almost pleading way. "He never made contact with the police. He's not said a word."

"I've had reports from the boss," Misty snapped. "You were seen. Two agents from OSS saw you kill Guzma. A third agent found part of the body. Take a look."

She raised her right arm, and a holographic image appeared from a gauntlet on her hand. In the hologram was an Inteleon, Sobble, and a Flapple.

"Inteleon, Sobble and Flapple. Known as agents seven, nine and recon one. You weren't careful enough."

"I-I…" Shadow spoke noticeably nervous. "I…Master Misty. I beg your forgiveness." He hated it, acting this way. But he recognized the inteleon and sobble. The same ones he pursued, Tel and Sobby.

"I don't want to hear your apologies," said Misty. "I want them dead. Bring me that Sobble's head. Understood."

Shadow bowed further, his smoky head nearly touching the ground. "At once Master Misty. It shall be done." He floated back up and turned away, disappearing into the trees.

He rose back up in the air, turned around and disappeared back into the trees.

"Report status. Subject G has been terminated as required. Instructions relayed to dispose of witnesses…Will update as developments occur."

Shadow heard her voice in the distance. "So degrading." He continued forward, a slight smirk on his face. "But the more sloppy I am, the more likely my, associates will be caught." He sighed as he burst off into the direction of where he'd left the corpse. "Tel and Sobby, I do hope you continue to prove hard to catch. I would hate to have to kill either of you."

*With Blade*

To say the sneasel was bored was an understatement, watching everyone training wasn't as exciting to him, least of all now that he noticed Goodra was making eyes at him.

It had his mind wandering, trying to remember exactly what had happened.

*Flashback*

It had been a rather dull but annoying day, Blade felt a deep need, a craving, but as usual Shadow had been oblivious to his needs, and he had stormed off in search of someone strong to take him.

What he found was a rather large dragon type, a Goodra, convenient, dragons were typically strong. And it gave him an idea.

"Hey! You, Goodra!" Blade called out.

The slimy dragon looked over at him. "What do you want shrimp?"

Blade considered some long winded speech, but he was too needy. "I wanna fuck! So battle me! Winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser!"

That piqued Goodra's interest. "So when I beat you, I can do anything I want? Even if it's really rough?"

Blade couldn't hide his smile, rough was exactly what he wanted. "Yes!"

"Then sure, let's do this!" Goodra took a battle ready stance, as did Blade.

The sneasel acted first, firing off an Icy Wind attack. The moment the attack hit Goodra felt his body slowing down. He retaliated with Dragon Breath, but Blade was able to dodge it.

The ice type launched another Icy Wind, further slowing the gooey dragon. This time Goodra attempted Body Slam. Blade made the mistake of getting cocky and didn't move in time, thinking he could outspeed the dragon. The attack had Blade under Goodra winded by the force of the attack.

"Aww, ya done little guy?" Goodra taunted until he felt a sudden cold crash against his stomach and he staggered back falling onto his back.

Blade acted instantly, firing off an ice beam, encasing Goodra's arms and legs. The sneasel was panting, but smiling widely. "Looks like I win big guy." Blade approached slowly.

"Hey, I am not a bottom!"

Blade carefully climbed on top of him. The sneasel whispered into his ear. "I am." He moved down, noticing Goodra was already getting hard. Blade leaned in close, dragging his tongue over Goodra's tip making the dragon shudder. Then he licked again, and again, dragging his tongue from base to tip again and again.

"Woah, thats….fucking nice."

Without warning the smaller pokemon engulfed the growing member in his mouth, sucking gently but lovingly. Goodra couldn't help but moan as he felt his precum spilling into Blade's mouth. The sneasel moaned around his shaft, seemingly loving the taste, then again without warning, Blade slid down, taking the dragons cock straight down his throat.

Goodra stifled a moan, barely able to contain himself, the sheer size difference between them made Blade's throat feel like a warm vice around him. And then he began to swallow. The way the ice type's throat flexed around his shaft only further spurred him on. "Hey I'm….getting close."

Hearing those words, Blade pulled back, finally taking a breath. "Finally!" He abruptly turned around and sat himself upon that rod, his tailhole giving way surprisingly easy.

If Blade's throat was good, Goodra just found heaven on earth, the way the smaller mon was already slamming himself down without issue. If Blade was in pain from the rather girth member inside him he didn't show it. Goodra cried out, suddenly pumping cum straight into Blade. The sneasel screamed in pleasure, but didn't stop. Even as Goodra rode the afterglow of his orgasm, Blade didn't let up.

His cock, now more sensitive and slick, managed to remain hard. Even as Blade began rolling his hips, bouncing on his cock, Goodra couldn't relax, the pleasure was overwhelming.

And Blade continued riding, again and again, draining orgasm after orgasm out of the dragon. After some time, Blade wasn't sure how long anymore, he finally pulled himself off of Goodra. "Thanks for the good time, big guy." And he gave the exhausted dragon a kiss on the cheek.

And with that he headed back to where he'd left Shadow. Once he saw the darkrai he turned around presenting his leaking tailhole. "Coulda been you jerk!"

*End Flashback*

The memory had at first made Blade happy, and rather aroused, but recalling how spiteful he'd been toward Shadow. Remembering Shadow hurt him like nothing else. He looked away from the group to hide the tears that threatened to leave his eyes.