Roiling Tides - Chapter one
Finally. It took him a long time but he finally achieved his goal. The Wartortle look at the pond. *His * pond. Reed is growing in patches around it and even though water lilies are swimming on its surface, the water is crystal clear. He steps closer, admiring the sight as the took a view at his habitat, spectating the ground of the turtle's pool. His shell is marked with some small scrapes, reminders of his recent fights he had with other Mons. The sunshine is reflecting on the surface, completing the imagine of his perfect home only adding up to the green grass covering the environment around it. Smiling shortly he takes a moment to just gaze at it before heading towards some bushes as his stomach starts to rumble. "Time for some delicious oran berries for lunch" The male thought, considering what kind of berry he wants to eat today. However, the turtle's stomacher starts to rumble louder the more he thought about the taste of his food instead of actually eating it. Walking away from his habitat the water-type heads towards the edge of the clearing where his pond is located in, keeping a sharp eye on his surroundings. The trees of the forest around him are rather small compared to the usual ones in this area, nonetheless the Wartortle keeps up his suspicious attitude while he leaves the clearing and enters the forest.
Following the usual path he follows the main trail walking over the leaf-covered path through the forest. Now and then an orange leaf greets him as a sign of the beginning autumn by falling down next or in front of him. A cool breeze waves through the forest, waving up some leaves. While he keeps walking his mind begins to wander off as he begins reflecting on the past weeks. After all that time defending his home in an attempt to impress ladies he's still lonely, and since he is having one of the rare ponds which are existing in this forest he concludes that there may not be that many other Wartortles around. "Impressing female water-types with a pond in a forest, very smart" is his final thought, as the male reaches his desired destination. A whole wall of bushes carrying a lot of different kinds of berries are standing in front of him. Their berries are big and ripe, and are almost begging to be harvested. With the mouth starting to water the hungry one frantically grabs a berry and takes a bite of it, humming as it's tasty and sweat flavor fills his mouth. Happiness fills the usual grumpy turtle while he takes another bite of the berry. But something interrupts his feast. Something unusual. An alluring but weak scent is reaching him. The fragrant smell reminds him of a forest after a heavy rain combined with another different odor, which is affecting him in an unexpected way. Not being prepared for being exposed to such a teasing scent the Wartortle shakes his blue head in a futile attempt, but the sensation doesn't disappear. Hence the male tries to figure out from what direction this alluring smell is coming from. The strange new scent wakes up the primal urges inside of the male, causing him to slightly shudder in excitement. Based on its rather low intensity the water-type assumes that the source of the scent must be quite a march away, but hoping that he will reach its origin he considers to follow the lane deeper into the forest. Hence the blue Mon fastly stuffs some more berries into his mouth eating them quickly before he starts to head deeper into the forest. Both excitement and the fear of the uncertain are filling him as he moves onward, following his slightly foggy mind.
The musky scent of a possible female corrupts his mind, blinding him as he rushes onward to follow it. He assumes that he took the right way since the odor becomes more intense with every step he takes. While the turtle moves onward, he realizes his surroundings getting darker the more he walks deeper into the forest. Big trees are growing past the trail, their branches absorbing most of the sunlight that's coming from above. Only rarely a sunshine reaches the ground to give some saplings and plants the perfect opportunity to grow on those spots. However, the male had no eyes for this, and just moves on. The Wartortle is almost running by now, yet he tries to increase his pace as he's eager to find the lady in need. In his mind he's already dreaming about a whole possible harem needing a strong male to breed. Arousing himself with such lewd thoughts the male starts to get on all fours, running much faster like this. His blue tail is wagging from side to side as he runs as fast as possible encouraged by the incredibly strong scent filling his lungs. Suddenly the water-type stops dead in his tracks as something even more pleasing grabs his attention. What sounds like moans are coming from his right side, being reason enough for him to leave the main trail. Looking towards the direction where the sounds are coming from the Wartortle starts to dash into some bushes, seeking for the trace to get stronger.
Attempting to block out the moans and the scent the Wartortle peeks through the leaves, hiding inside of an unusually big bush. The sight he's having now almost causes him to jump up excitement while it also demotivates him. Seeing a horny Grovyle being only steered by blank lust as she moves up and down riding a Flareon. Their moans are echoing thought the forest as the sounds being reflected by the trees around them. Watching those two mates having fun with each other stirs up the Wartortles own desires. He senses his member slowly starting to grow the more he watches the Mons. His view is locked to the pair enjoying themselves, and slowly but steady the scent of sex fills the air which in return affects the Wartortle. The temptation to masturbate becomes too much for him to handle while the turtle watches the show, peeping at them. The male slowly grabs his erection wanting to enjoy himself, but before he starts to move his hand he hesitates. Fears of being caught are rushing through his head knowing that Grovyle's can be very aggressive, not helping that she's having the type advantage. It doesn't need a lot of thinking for the turtle till he rejects the idea of trading his well-being for a lewd show. Thus he murmurs shortly in grumpiness before leaving the bush by moving backwards, being careful not to make any loud noises. Sighing in disbelief the anxious one moves back onto the trail, the pheromones' effect slowly fading away as he moves towards the clearing again. He regrets that he left. Last mating season he didn't find a female, and was alone the whole time. Reminding himself of this raises not too many hopes for this season, lowering his expectations even further, intensified by the knowledge that summer's almost over.
After sighing melancholically for a second time the turtles heads to return to the clearing. The former happy impression by the sunlight and the big trees now gives the turtle an uneasy feeling. Yet, in an attempt to distract himself to cheer him up the Wartortle thinks about his lovely home that's awaiting him. Marching in a low pace for quite a while, still feeling a bit sad about his missed opportunity, the male finally reaches the clearing's border. The trees are getting smaller and smaller till they are replaced by grass , almost presenting the proud male's pond. But his happiness fades fastly as the water-type spots a Mon's silhouette. _Someone's drinking out of my pond?! _Anger starts to fill the male's mind. It took him long enough to make this pool his own habitat, and now someone else might to have found interest in it. Fueled by the former frustration combined with his fears the Wartortle runs headlong towards his home with the Mon's appearance getting clearer with every step. Only seeing the back of the intruder the male identified the Mon having a blue body with with darker blue patches. Two large, spiny ears are twitching as the pond's owner steps on a branch, causing it to snap. Turning around the Nidorina reveals her drenched face. Water's running down her chin dripping onto the grassy ground while she examines the livid Wartortle with her red eyes, getting on her hind legs to turn around as she wants to greet him. Unaware of the fact that she's on the lands claimed by the Wartortle, she wants to welcome him, eager to invite him to stay with her. However, before the female has even the chance to stay a word the male already reached her, confronting the poison-type.
"Hey! What are you doing here! This is my pond!" He yells, starting the conversation with a hostile tone, wondering why a Nidorina is being at such a place anyway, since they usually live in dry places.
"Oh? I'm sorry for intruding your home then." She replies kindly, understanding the male's fears, wiping off the water with her front paws before she starts explaining herself. "I was wandering around and after a while of becoming lost i found this clearing. I was extremely thirsty and just needed something to drink."
The Wartortle's frights and doubts are slowly leaving his mind upon hearing the her words, feeling horrible for greeting her with such unfriendly words. Knowing that he already ruined the first impression the male starts to regret how he started the conversation, examining the female's body before he picks up the talk again.
"So where exactly are you coming from? Never seen a Mon like you at this place"
"Oh, i can imagine. Usually _Mons like me _are living in dry and rocky areas. The reason i landed here is a row of bad decisions in terms of picking a way to go. Wandering through caves and plains, till i finally landed in this forest."
"Well, i'm sorry for being so rude then. It's just it kind...well...took me a long time and much effort till i could claim this pond for my own. It's kind of my home now, hoping that one day it might attract a partner who's interested in me"
The Nidorina gazes at the Wartortle, giving him a doubtful view. She's not understanding his behavior, since where she's from the male's don't get territories to impress potential mates. Instead they just fight for them and take their prizes wherever the are. Obviously those prizes are the females, showing how brute the mating season is where she's from. Not telling him about that grim procedure she just decides to keep up the conversation, liking the idea of how Wartortles are attempting to attract partners.
"Apparently your habitat isn't that effective in attracting partners though"
She mentions while looking around checking the area for other Mons to enforce her point. A pain rushed through his body, feeling like a knife piercing his heart even though he admitted that she was right. No one has been attracted by it so far. Like last season he would be alone and what if there are not even female Wartortles around here? His doubts and disbelief are starting to grow rapidly fueled up by the uneasy knowledge that she is right. Red eyes are spectating a short staggering of the turtle causing the Nidorina to feel guilty since she had no meaning to make him feel bad. Remorse is filling her thoughts, hence she steps closer and hugs him shortly. Wrapping her front paws around his body, touching his cold shell with her claws. As the poison-type touches the Wartortle's back she senses the unnatural irregularities of his shell'surface, indicating her that the male's past must have been tough. Paralyzed by the unexpected and sudden hug the turtle just stood their, enjoying her warm body being pressed against his own. Her left cheek was touching his right one, making a slight blush to show up in his face while he starts to sense a warm emotion growing inside of him. Before he even had a chance to react to the sudden cuddle, the lady backs off again, smiling at him.
She spectates the Wartortle, his stunned posture exhilarating her. Something about this water-types arouses the Nidorina's interest, yet she's unable to place her claw on the reason. It may be the fact that he's actually pretty cute in his overall presentation and how he tries to stay calm when his nervousness is written all over his blushed face. A second giggle escapes the female's lips at having such thoughts while the male tilts his head in confusion.
"What's so funny?" The afraid Wartortle asks, hoping that he didn't made a stupid first impression already.
"Don't worry about it too much" Trying to calm the turtle down again before she gathers herself, asking the question she intended to speak out a while ago. "May i stay at your pond for tonight? Just this one night! I want to go back to my home but it's already dark..."
That question catches the Wartortle off-guard as he clearly was is surprised by that sudden request and while the idea of sharing his pond with a stranger really discomforts the male, he sighs and nods. His own reaction scares him, sharing his precious home with someone who literally just came here to stay for one night. Not knowing why he accepted the Nidorina's request, he takes a deep breath. Enjoying the poison-type's presence next to him he starts to smile eventually.
"Fine, you may stay here for one night. Feel free to...well...stay here" Long shadows of the trees around the clearing are partly overshadowing the clearing as the sun slowly begins to set. Luckily for the guest it's still summer, thus the nights being warm and cozy, giving no need to make a campfire since she's used to warmer temperatures. Thankfully she hugs the turtle tightly again, pressing her body against the Wartortle's one.
"T-Thanks so much, i promised you i won't bother you!" She starts to exclaim, happiness causing her to smile brightly upon hearing the male's answer.
"No problem" The water-type answers happily, glad that he's being able to help his guest. But at the same moment a sensation of sadness builds up inside of him, knowing that tomorrow the female will be gone soon. Tying to enjoy the short opportunity to the full he fastly runs off, returning with some berries he collected. Ripping off 2 large leaves of a nearby plant, the Wartortle places the berries on them, handing one leaf to her. "For you. I assume you're hungry and exhausted."
"F-for me?" Repeating his words in surprise and happiness, being not used to such kind behavior. She feels the warm emotion growing quickly inside of her, being a mixture of delight and the fact that someone values her without being only focused on mating her. Grabbing one of the berries with her front paws she starts to nibble on them, not liking their sweet taste but loving the fact she's eating dinner together with someone else. It appears that both Mons are feeling the same way, using the berries as a way to evade their solitude. Sitting opposite to each other, her red eyes are meeting his gaze while their munching sound fills the air. Out of pure randomness both the poison- and the water-type begin to chuckle listening to their own ravenous noises. After their more funny than delicious meal the two Mons are standing up, hugging shortly before wishing each other a good night. The guest lays down next to some reeds, making herself comfortable there while the turtle jumps into the clear water backwards. Floating on the water with his shell heading towards the ground, he looks up at the sky. His eyelids grow heavy and after a short while he was already asleep, dreaming of his of quite eventful day till an audible sensation startles him awake...