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Once more the usual, I don't own Pokemon, The character, plot and setting are mine, saying sorry if this story somehow sounded like another story and I'm allowing my characters (If ever) to be used by others if they asked my permission.

Conflict Clashing

I was once again in the halls of the all girls dorm owned by Vanity and Natasha. After the weird moment with the strange but vaguely familiar black form that posed as Natasha, I was kept wondering. (Did I make myself look miserable again?)

Looking again at the hall, I was given the sight of endless doors which is a problem in finding Natasha's office. I was about to pick my options, A. Open doors randomly shouting "NATASHA?" B. Make a gamble and go back down to the Xatu and ask where Natasha's office was or C. Quit altogether. I was about to pick my last option when I heard that disgraceful sound of female dominance. "What are YOU doing here, Blazer?" Asked the one female I was looking for behind me. "I was looking for you." I answered, turning around to face her.

There she was standing a few inches short compared to my height, the business woman suit and the angry look that is hard to say natural or intended. Natasha was looking up, her face frowning at me as she looks at me head to toe and back. "Really? I thought you were trying to bug Vanity's office." She said smug like as if I would do such a thing. "For your information, I was not planning on doing anything to Vanity but to greet her good morning." I replied as she kept that same face, just like yesterday. "Whatever you say, I guess I'll leave you to your stupid idea of asking a ghost." She said as she went past me, clearly ignoring my first reason of coming here.

"Wait just a darn second, I was here to discuss with you about me being allowed to your gym." I reminded her as she passed by. I knew she was coldhearted against men but this is ridiculous. As if to further her point of not caring she just continues to walk in the hall way not caring but her, looking back at me with eyes that said "Try me", I knew this is a onetime shot. I followed her, walking to the same pace as her own and a few feet away from her, in respect that she was really trying her best to sway me and provide herself with reasons of not allowing me in. As we walked through the hall I saw her sway her hips some, showing her ass at me, totally catching me of guard. I look but stopped investigating knowing Natasha, reading my mind to fuel her side of the balance of our debate soon. I was a bit annoyed but not that annoyed to just rape her in the halls and use sexual dominance over her when she can easily make me lick her foot using psychic at me. I was clearly not having fun.

We arrive at a door, which was ironically placed the same place as my weird episode. I looked at her as she stumbles through her, (Where did that purse come from?) I asked myself, surprised to find her red colored, rectangular purse as she open it through the golden rim locks. Though it was an essential item in an everyday woman, I wondered how she has kept it way from sight. Before I could speculate and think about the whole thing, an idea of her boobs came inside for some odd reason, she opens the door. The Clicking sound was all we needed to hear for the door to be officially unlocked. She opened the door, swinging it inside her office and entering it. I soon was on my way to reach for the door but without as much as a warning sign, she slams her door closed.

Can you believe this happening, especially against a woman, the door was slammed in front of your face. This was not what I had in mind of a debate. I stared for a while as my blood boiled with how she acted like this. I know she is testing my patience but a gentle Pokémon male should be... Polite? Courteous? Maybe neither of any of those? But still, I am not obliged to force my belief onto another. Knocking the door with my knuckle, I waited for her to speak through the door signaling in any way that I CAN come in.

Waiting for anything to happen was one long and very annoying thing to do. A minute or so and she did not answer. I stood there, feeling like an idiot who was staring at a door with a golden sheen name plate, Ms. Natasha P. Windstrum. Noticing the name Windstrum, I can only imagine her flying. Before I knew what was happening, she shouted, the same voice of "I don't really care about you" was evident. "You can come in Mr. Blazer." She called out.

Turning the knob and swinging the door open was an easy task, the hard part was closing it and turning your back to a psychic Pokémon. Entering through, I see her office was more book and papers than Natasha should actually have. I find Natasha seated at her "throne" as she looked into her paperwork more importantly than I should be. Without her saying it, I walked into one of the chairs that were set for anyone of her guest that would be in discussion with her.

I took a seat, clearly not paying attention to her. I sat there, reclining a little as I waited for her to respond in any way. Her office had a clock, the ticking one, as it ticked by one second at a time. I find her room tidy, neat and organized, just as it should be in any type of office. I didn't have much to wait as Natasha fixed and placed the papers she was reading onto her desk as she looked me in the eye. The first thing I noticed about her was that she was wearing a pair of glasses and that her eyes color was of blue but her eyes said another thing entirely. "NO" She said clearly loud but not in a form of a shout. I was not surprised, "In what grounds do you not allow someone outside into the gym when I know someone who does enter your gym that is not of this dorm?" I questioned immediately, trying to catch her off guard.

Which worked fine, she looked at me as if she was baffled how I did such a thing or say such a thing. She looked at me for a while as she tried to assess what she heard. "Are you sure? I made it clear to all the girls no one outside could use unless we approve of this." She said a little angry and annoyed that something like this could happen, I know I could see her angry look not just at me now. "Yes I am sure." I said calmly.

She looked at me with a line of vengeance as she pondered on something, clearly wanting to know if what I said was true or not. I was so sure it was true; Lock could really vouch for me. I felt victorious somehow but then this small debate was not yet over.

Speaking of not yet over, I notice that Natasha was rummaging through her papers and calling someone in her cell. The sheer speed of how she worked getting the papers and calling someone on her cell was astounding. In minutes she had everything she needed and was sitting in her seat as if waiting for someone. Once again, she was ignoring me, another way to extend your vacation with female dominance, Blazer. She was there pondering so deep in her own mind I could have sworn to hear her thoughts.

Seconds passed as we waited it to turn to minutes. I don't even know what made her move drastically with her things. Hearing a small beeping sound, the tall tale of silence, I was sure she was getting angry. She was tapping her talons on the wooden desk; I concluded that she was getting impatient. She had her eyes shut, hard to tell her current disposition. I on the other hand was just waiting; this debate we were supposed to have has been avoided greatly by the Noctowl.

Soon a knocking came from the door. Without confirmation, the door swung open revealing the knocker to be Vanity herself, except her attire clearly not what I expected to be. Vanity, in all of the things I thought about her as being serious, was in a plain green dress, reaching and covering her body until under her knees. A sight to behold when a woman somehow forgot to wear a bra under that kind of revealing dress. She rubbed her eyes some as if she was taking a nap as her free time.

"What is it Natasha?" She said half-awake as she rubbed her eyes some, getting that few sands of sleep off of her eyes. Before she could look any further Natasha snapped. "Vanity, Why did you ALLOW females outside of OUR dorm system enter our facilities!?" Natasha started. Facing her I found her face a much more pissed off look then when I was in her sights. I had little trickles of sweat on the back of my head seeing her more angry.

"Can't you lighten up Natasha?" Vanity answered half-consciously as she walked inside, closing the door behind her as she paced herself forward, passing by me. "You have to lighten up Natasha, some things are worth sharing." She continued.

But as expected from Natasha she did not approve of such a thing. "Do you have any idea why I made rules about THIS!?" She pointed at the poster she showed to Vanity. From my perspective it looked like a list of dorm rules that was supposed to be posted on the building. "Those things only give more ideas to the girls. Why can't you just lighten up?" Vanity somehow regained her consciousness as she sat down on the seat more closely to Natasha than mine; clearly, I was not noticed by her.

"Lighten up!? I have no such time for that! We are running the dorm and we need to put order to keep everyone safe" Natasha started, banging that piece of paper to her desk as her anger rages on. "You are just making excuses." Vanity countered. "What do you mean excuses?!" Natasha was turning read with anger as her voice and tone changed dramatically over the course of 3 minutes.

"You know what I mean Nat." Vanity replied. "you are just making this dorm in your idea as to what ever happened to you those countless years, guy after guy, dumping you because-" "You will NOT TALK about MY LIFE, We aren't done with-" "-You wanted everything to go YOUR WAY!" With that said, Natasha soon shut her beak, literally. She was staring angrily at Vanity but her expression started to change as Vanity continued with her explanation.

"You always wanted to be heard, to be the one right about things, you restricted the guys you were with and you were forcing them to change what they are not. You expect that every guy you meet was perfect, a complete boy toy to your life and a complete simple minded drone to you. You wanted to be the dominant one, the one to move every action he makes. Why can't you just let the guy have his freedom with you? But in the end, you just ruin it." As Vanity said those things, she was getting annoyed by Natasha by the second while the explanation had an opposite effect on Natasha, she started to lean down and her face moving to the sad state.

Natasha was starting to cry, yes tears in her eyes. I was in disbelief, clearly not expecting this cold-hearted witch to have that inkling of sadness in her when she was getting to run this dorm. "Even now, you still hide it. You better change, especially with Blazer." Vanity started, which surprised me and Natasha, did she see me or not? "Since he is the only other male that had gained my trust and interest, he seems the most likely candidate for you and me." Vanity started to sound flirtatious.

Natasha was thrown back to the idea of me being the guy for her; she looked at me instinctively as Vanity started to daydream. "Oh, he's such a fine man. You would be wise to let him be. Besides you need some unwinding. I bet if you had sex with him he could show you more interesting things that you never learned about yourself." Vanity said a swirl of lust in it as she licked her finger some, still daydreaming. Natasha looked confused, so did I, clearly she did not see me when she entered sleepily coming in. "Uh... Vanity, when was your heat cycle at?" Natasha herself was backing away from Vanity. "My heat cycle? ... I guess mine started 2 weeks ago, but it's ok now." She attempted to reassure Natasha to say the least but was clearly not happening. "Well, I'm off, I need to dress up for my date with him tonight." She happily said as she started to leave the room, once more, not even noticing me being I the room. "If you see him, tell him to meet me in my office." Was the last added note she gave to Natasha as she closed the door behind her.

When she left, the room somehow changed in atmosphere. The once angry and annoyed pressure vanished and the feeling of such awkwardness came to be. (Wow, she completely forgotten about me.) I commented mentally as Natasha continuously stared at the door. Thankfully she remembered about me being in the room. "That was so embarrassing." She started, hiding her face from me. I was shocked to find her acting like that, but then the events that have folded over was clearly just what any woman would do.

There was a sudden silence in the room. How Vanity just went and suggested for her to have a fuck with me was entirely and utterly a wake-up call. Looking away from her, I find myself thinking back why Vanity was like that. How would she act so casual with how she placed her opinion of sex and I.

"Blazer...?" Natasha called my attention. Looking at her, she was partially annoyed and clearly not wanting to talk about the evens. She had one of her wings on half of her face as she looked at me with one eye. "Considering the events that have unfold, and how Vanity is, clearly a little into doing you tonight. I will allow you to use our dorm, but with a few conditions." She started to strictly say. Letting her wing down and looking me with both of her eyes she looked ready to lunge at me from the seat. "You are not to mention to any male outside of the dorm about you and your current approval to being here or many others might force themselves into the dorm." She spoke very sternly but I could feel the sense of awkwardness in the room.

Though, I would have said ok. I wanted to extend the conversation a bit. "I would keep it to myself but then how would you prevent the girls from spreading the news or rumor?" I wanted to know if the girls themselves would keep in check. "That's easy, we actually let them know as Vanity and I will warn them very strictly about you, but we cannot meddle in the affairs that happen inside the gym." She said as she soon relaxed onto her seat. It was reassuring that it would all be kept within the building I still had one concern in mind. "How about, if the males other than me would go for forcing to be in the building how will you stop them?" I scratched my lower beak as I waited her answer. "We placed Psychic-Type females and a few Ghost-Types as our receptionists and security." She said softly, she clearly is changing regarding her view about me. "Since the gym is there a number of Fighting-Types will help in the problem." She closed her eyes at me as she somehow signed in relief.

I myself was feeling relief as the events seem to turn for the better. I stood up, as I knew there was nothing else supposed to happen. "Should I take my leave?" I asked not wanting to leave without a proper means of good-bye. "You should be going down to the gym but then we never did prepare any separate lockers and shower for a male. Maybe by tomorrow, we have set up something. Meet me in my office tomorrow; I've inform the other females about you by then." She said to me as a smile somehow appeared in her face. A sight I did not know of until it was on her beak. "Ok then, it seems my weight lifting will be postponed until tomorrow. See you again Natasha." I waved at her and smiled at her as I started to leave her office. The only strange thing that I felt when I opened and closed the door as my exit, I could feel her eyes staring at me. It wasn't the creepy sense but the sense of being eyed on.

Soon I was back into the hallway and walking past the many other doors, that I do not want to bother about. (What a weird day I'm having and it isn't noon yet.) I thought to myself as I moved on, until I was about to pass Vanity's office for the 2nd time. I soon remember the dark form that had started to make my day weird, and how she said I'll meet her properly when I do Vanity. I wanted to shrug it off, but something seems to be forcing me to look into it. (Natasha changing quickly, Vanity arriving like half-drunk and half-awake, suggesting me as a good fuck, her heat-cycle 2 weeks ago, these things isn't making sense.) I wanted to move about my way when my sharp hearing picked up something inside Vanity's room.

Once again, I could hear the two voices, one clearly Vanity's and the other "Sanity's" voice, which sounded oddly familiar. "Happy now Sanity? You just made me talk to Natasha." She explained "Come now sister, she needed something to change her ways and thus increasing the chances Blazer ends up fucking us tonight." Sanity's tone was that of a girl who needed a fuck right now. "You really should stop sister; your heat-cycle is greatly affecting me." Her voice was rough and dry as she said that. "You woke me up about this you know?" She complained to the sister I haven't seen yet.

"You don't even know the half of it my dear sister." Sanity started to boast. "You unfortunately did not notice someone else in the room, but I'm thankful it was I that was in heat and not you." She voiced how thoughts toned down to a dream feeling. "What do you mean there was another in the office, I did not see anyone else?" Vanity starting to sound worried. "You couldn't see HIM." Sanity said, clearly emphasizing him in her sentence. "Him?... You mean?!" Vanity somehow taking the hint and understanding what her sister meant. "That's right, HE was there. He heard what you said... *snicker* ... I can safely assume that he might do us tonight." Sanity said with a thought of perversion. "What the hell did you place me in sister?" Vanity was sounding quite defeated and embarrassed. "Don't worry sis, we might enjoy it." She teased.

I knew that this was bad and that the dinner with her was going to be seemingly ruined by her sister, which I still don't know who it is. I left the dorm as soon as I realized that I have no other business and plans, other than getting Vanity to our dinner date. I passed quickly, the noon sun high up in the air and the streets empty, the other mons avoiding the sunlight.

Walking my way, I pondered about the events before, but I could not put myself and even my current disposition regarding the gym approval and my dinner date. I was clearly not paying attention to where I was going until I was being called on by Flin by the door.

"Hello Blazer, how did it go?" She said, her angelic voice once more filling me with happiness somehow. "Nothing much, but I did get the approval, they just need to fix and organize a new locker and shower just for me." I said somewhat clumsily. "Good for you." She said softly as she walked in, leaving the door open for me. I was back with the "GF" house and was once more in the sight of Gar sitting calmly on the couch, reading a book that had no title on its green hard-bound cover. "Hello Gar." I started to converse as I closed the door behind me. "What are you reading?" I asked in quick succession. "Hello Blazer, just checking a book that I find interesting." She said calmly, not flirtatiously, without looking at me. "How interesting is it?" I wondered as I sat down on one of the isolated seats, beside her, waiting for her answer.

Gar soon started to explain, what she read so far and focused her eyes at me. I on the other hand had a strong imagination and was soon staring down on the living room table as my mind conjured the image before me. "This is a story about a noble knight that had done such good deeds over the past, from what I read thus far, he was cursed by a beautiful witch that wanted him all to herself. The first curse was when he made any misdeed to anyone else other than herself; his soul will be trapped within the next object he will hold. Though the knight was flattered, he wanted to serve his kingdom and of course marry her if he could. The witch thought, why not marry her as is and live happily isolated from the hardship, pain, and strife. He answered, what is living without the obstacles that life will throw at us. The witch clearly feeling hopeless about getting his man within her arms placed another curse. If he does not accept in marrying her, he will lose all his skill as a swordsman and loose the trust of his kingdom."

"The knight wanted no such quarrel; he knew the witch was beautiful and that his skills are needed. He soon accepted his predicament, but by a stroke of his arm the knight carried her off to the kingdom he served to marry her. The witch not clearly thinking her 2nd curse through found herself marrying a noble knight in the kingdom he served and lived with him in his manor, where she found happiness with the man she fell in love. She removes the 1st curse and the 2nd avoided and live happily with him." Gar soon stopped explaining and my mind stopped imagining.

I turn my head towards Gar when suddenly; I found my hard lips being pressed about by a bigger, warmer and softer set of lips. I was frozen in place as Gar kissed me then and there, eyes closed, lips locked in passion and love somehow filled the air.

I was stunned, her warm breath and her wet but hot tongue was slicking it's way past my beak. I tasted an earthly like but sweet taste in it. As quick as it had happen it had ended just as. We looked at one another, her eyes dreamy and lovingly looked at me. My heart somehow racing, my breath somewhat lacking. "You are my handsome knight." She said to me. "Well you are no witch." I replied "but the beautiful part was an understatement." I added. "Flatterer." Gar said, giggling at my complement. "Might as well enjoy being the man of your dreams than complain" I explained as we laughed a little.

"Alright you two, you can stop being kissy-kissy." Flin said from the dining table. "Not unless I give him better kisses." She said instantly as she flew and lunged at me. I was not prepared and she soon hook her arms behind my neck and pulled me into a deeper and more playful kiss, she gave me a peck here, tongue action there and a deep one in the end. I could not register what she was trying to do until Gar forced herself hugging us both, and trapping me between the two Dragon ladies.

Though I liked the attention, something was bothering me. I looked south for some odd reason and found that the girls natural colors are in play... wait, natural. It soon dawn to me that. "You both are naked?!" I looked at Gar behind me and found her deep blue scales, clearly no purple bikini or one-piece on it. They soon started to giggle at me. "Don't you like it like this, the only male with a house of nude females?" Flin teased as she rubbed her body at me, her chest... ok, and her breasts was softly massaging my body even through the thin white layer of cloth that I wore. "Ladies please calm down..." I pleaded meekly as I was being towered by two intimidating sets of tits, I mean ladies.

"What's the matter Blazer? Did we scare you that night?" Gar asked me, pouting for me as her arms slipped between me and Flin and took a light grasp of my manhood. "It's not that I'm against the threesome again, it's just that I need to save for my date tonight." I explained which I can speculate, they are not too happy. They stopped instantaneously, making me nervous being between two now angry females. They looked down on me, eyes of vengeance and what not was on their eyes. They both sternly asked, as if the words formed out of their mouths were frozen in midair by the chilling anger they have. "What date?" "I was asked by Vanity yesterday about going to her tonight for dinner." I said as quickly as I can while pausing, flinching, closing my eyes as if something so bad could happen right here towards me when I finished. I waited for a sight but the two fems did not do anything... odd. I took a peak where I saw the face of Flin, not heartbroken, not angry, and not even laughing but puzzled. I removed myself from my protective state, even when I'm still hugged by the two.

"Vanity asked you on a date?" Gar asked behind me. "Not really a date, she just said an apology dinner tonight. Sorry I did not mention this yesterday." I apologized to them, their grip softening and they looked at each other. "Is there a problem?" I asked. I was concerned that the way there were looking at each other was clearly baffling. There seems to be a problem

"Nothing's wrong Blazer, it's just that, Vanity never went to dinners or dates with anyone, even when she was with me and Gar in that stage." Flin started. "She never talked to a guy unless she has something else planned for you." Gar's continuation got me worried as neither of the two was too sure. "Is it bad then?" I continued. Their faces was enough of an answer, they aren't sure. I felt somewhat puzzled myself, how could these two be puzzled when Vanity, yesterday stated about finding a responsible guy and what about Vanity's "sister"? I never did find out where she was or how she ended up in the conversation in the 2 instances of me taking Lorna and the confrontation with Natasha. Maybe tonight, a few more answers to this new mystery.

I wore the best Black suite I have. As much as I did not want it, the girls gave me quite an earful of whistles and eyeful of dreamy eyes. "Let's get married" The two started to say. Even Polar looked my way when the night air was in play. She looked at me, a smile creeping onto her face as she phased through the ceiling again, to the room she currently was occupying.

"Gar, Flin, please no more funny jokes of marriage." I said a talon on my temple as they kept nagging me. I did not need my sight at how they react. They just kept saying about marriage plans and wedding feasts. This is going out of hand, really out of hand. I was not enjoying it as they even started to discuss honeymoons, daily sex and even little Torchics, Trapinches and Gibles. (Why am I an unlucky but lucky guy?) I thought to myself as I checked my suit once more.

Black coat? Check. Plain white button-up shirt? Check. Black slacks? Check. Shoes...? Nah! Belt? Check. Finally, bowtie? Check. Looking at myself, a mirror not too present at the moment, I found my things all there. "Blazer, you look so good in a bowtie." Flin commented suddenly, away from their post and pre-marriage plans. "Really?" I asked, speculating about my look that differentiated from my business suite, save for the coat. "What would you do to me if I was going out with you ladies in this?" I asked, politely, mind you, since they might see me like this at wedding day, an image that will surely fill my wet dreams.

They stayed silent for a sec as I checked my suite once more, somewhat ignoring them, but I was listening, just facing the door. "Well..." Gar trailed as she started. "We might just skip the dinner, everything else and go for the surprise." Gar said, her flirtatious and lusty voice used in the 2nd part. I felt a sudden chill in my spine that they were eying me so. "Ladies, please, you both seen me and my cock. Can you please be patient?" I asked still facing away from the two. "You know, we just might try getting pregnant with your children." Flin playfully said as a claw traced on my right thigh. I jerked a bit as that claw moved teasingly close to my crotch. "Flin, not tonight, I'm going to be late." I explained trying to kill her mood. This did make her stop, to my relief. I look back at the two, both still nude since I arrived from the dorm. "Gar, sorry, I might not be providing my duties for tonight." I apologized to the Garchomp as she smiled at me. That's fine Blazer, you just keep Vanity happy. It's the first time I ever heard her go into a date." She said loosing the flirtatious tone but not the lusty side of it. "Tell us every juicy detail." Flin said as she soon pushed me lightly, signaling me to get going. "Better early than late." She smiled at me as I was soon past the door.

"Ok." I admitted that she was right. Holding the knob with my talons I look back at the two, smiling, though the scent they were giving off meant a whole lot more than they wanted to say. I swung the door close and proceeded to walk my way to the dorm in the night.

The night air breeze was cold and salty, since it is a beachside shore, as it caressed my feather some. I paced myself, walking formally, regardless of having no shoes. Seriously though, why would I wear shoes when my feet is practically like my talon hands only two at the front and one placed backwards. How can that fit inside a shoe? I wondered a little as I observed the other smaller houses. Some having a flicker of lights here and there, others completely black and over at the small distance, are the randomly flickered lights of the dorm as I walked closer to it.

As soon as I have reached the door, I could see that the receptionist for the night was a Froslass. Though she was the same species like Polar, she was a different once, since she seems to be working quite hard. On the left side of my view I soon find a Charizard and a Gengar in a conversation. The Charizard was tall and fierce looking as his body was somewhat larger than his struggling red shirt and blue jeans, clearly male. The Gengar on the other hand, was wearing quite a lovely skirt; pink definitely contrasts and somehow complements her dark translucent purple while her teal tank top was clearly showing her bust and her undergarment clearly white, a female will definitely be like that, unless she's of 2 other cases that I don't want to ponder about.

As I soon reach the door, they slid open and I enter the building, though strange since a man in a suite is not so common to find in an all girls dorm. I walked past the two Pokémon in conversation where they left their luggage close to them but thanks to my sharp hearing I could still hear them as they spoke while making my way to the desk.

"Dear, can you please tell me this is not another-" "It's just another surprise visit, honey." The Gengar cut the Charizard off from further saying his plea. "You know she'll just end up getting in having to explain the girls whenever we're here" He started but my senses tell me his eyes were focused on my, that and the Froslass was also looking my way.

I had to finish my eavesdropping as I soon stood in front of the Froslass. "Hello there, Ms. Crest is expecting me." I said, not so suave but just enough to somehow get the attention of the Charizrd as he padded his way towards me, not so subtle since his stomping was evident. Before I could register what the Froslass was about to say the Charizard spoke, in a booming and deep voice.

"Are you meeting with Vanity like that?" He asked me from behind me. I turn my head to face the large male, knowing that I couldn't ignore him. "Yes, is there some problem about me meeting her or how I wear?" I started as he looked down on me, his eyes telling me that he was neither thrilled nor enjoying the conversation. "I supposed both. You're meeting her for something?" He said as he continues to look at me somehow emotionlessly. "I'm going to dinner with her, you seem to sound concerned?" I told him regardless if he was emotionless. Before he could reply back, the Gengar female entered herself into the conversation. "My, you seem to be well prepared? Marrying my Daughter are you?" She said bluntly but somehow curvaceously as she smiled and gripped the larger male's arm. Though, the way she stated daughter and the only name that had departed from my lips is Vanity's Surname which was quickly pulling me to my realization... "You two wouldn't happen to be...?" I trailed off, fearing that they may answer yes but then, "Mother! Father! What are you two doing here?" Vanity called out from the stairway. Call me dead, I'm facing her parents.

There was a small gap of silence as Vanity realized I was there, I moved my head some, looking at Vanity finding out what she wore and I could say, she was looking more beautiful than I remembered her last time. She stood with a large dress that had covered her chest and flowing down until it splits just right on her left hip allowing movement. The large dress was as Black and endless, showing her curves and her sizable breasts as it was hugged rather than forced in place. Her tail showed that it snuck finely; in proportion out of the dress in a hole I can't see since her dress ended by her knees, too low for her dress to hide whatever she had under her tail. Her dress was astonishing to say the least and before I knew it the Gengar was soon speaking. "Oh! My! Dear, we might see our daughter's man in mind." She started.

I soon realized that I was staring at her and was snapped back to reality and I saw the Gengar female looking between the two of us. "Dear, don't start." The Charizard started his voice finally showing more emotion, annoyance and some anger in his tone. "But look at how well they match." The Gengar fem giggled as she moved towards Vanity. The Charizard just placed a paw on his forehead, clearly not liking how his mate is handling the awkward situation. I stayed silent, feeling that if I try anything, he'll surely notice.

Far from my hearing range, Vanity started to talk with her mother, which was somehow odd but unique, since my mother happens to be a Weavile and I ended up as a Torchic. They soon were talking privately as I was left with her father. I didn't much have an inch of courage, considering his larger and more intimidating stature and status regarding as me, being Vanity's date for tonight. "So... how did you meet my daughter?" He started, his eyes looking away; I bet avoiding eye contact since I was clearly not expecting such a thing. "I thought having to know names are better before asking?" I somewhat countered. "I'm, as Vanity has stated earlier, am her father, Richard Z. Crest. Your name would be appreciated and answering my first question should be well placed after." He said, once more in his emotionless tone. "I'm Blazer S. Incinasius, and I met your daughter trying to get permission to use their gym, which was oddly enough placed inside an all girls dorm..." I avoided eye contact as well.

Richard soon walked away from the receptionist's desk and signaled me to follow, towards the door. I did so, and we both were outside, in the cold air of night and the sea was evident, we both stood a distance away from the door as not to make it slide open with our presence. I stood a distance, suitable for me to avoid him if he was planning on hitting me out here. "I don't suppose you are that same Incinasius that helps with the Corporation out there at New Volt city?" He started asking. "I am that same Incinasius that is working on the Cororation, though my dad is more of the owner." I admittedly said, remembering my father, and about what he said yesterday morning. "I see. Well, I'm not really mad at you for dating my daughter or the fact that she's going into a date." Richard said as his voice genuinely kind right now. "I'm actually worried about you and how my other daughter will force her upon you." He said as his voice turned dauntingly worried. His worry somehow placed me back to my question about this morning.

"So who is this other daughter, I've heard Vanity talk to herself but then-" "That would be my other daughter Sanity, she's of a special case." He cut me off answering as quick as he could, I bet trying to clarify things. "So, how special is Vanity with her sister, Sanity?" I started. "I'll explain it to you. Once I'm done, I wish you luck on your date." He warned me, his eye looking straight at me as he was serious. I was looking quite intimidated. (Oh here it comes, something of a mighty flashback.) I thought to myself as I listened intensively.

"It all started when I married their mother, Katia F. Sin, as I progressed through the road of fatherhood, I noticed such strange things about my wife and the events that somehow transpired regarding her pregnancy. Though she said everything was fine, I believed nonetheless. When our children were born, both of them were an odd pair of twins. We named our Charmander, Vanity and the Gastly, Sanity. I clearly let Katia decide on their names. As the girls grew up, they started to bond but then, I noticed changes concerning Sanity, she started to change like her sister, a change that made me and her mother worried. We consulted many doctors concerning this and none of them could ever solve it until we went for a Ghost-type Specialist. She stated that Sanity, being Ghost-type relies on a belief of form since most Ghost type tend to take shaped on what they want to believe as their true form. It was unlikely that a hybrid of some sort, especially interacted twins. She concluded as her speculation that in the end, Sanity would take the shape, identity and some aspects that Vanity has since Vanity was born first and thus a form she respected more."

He looked at me, more seriously than when he started. "We soon took precautions and asked if she could somehow, since she herself is also a Ghost-type, observe the changes. As time passed so did Sanity's change, she turned from a ball, Gastly, into a Charmender though still as much like her Gastly form. It was odd and it was unique at the same time. In all, Sanity changed just as a mirror image to Vanity, turning and having almost the same thing as Vanity. The only main difference we saw to the two is that, Sanity is more open and Vanity was more inward and thus the Specialist called this birth disorder "Mirror Shadowization" a birth defect."

I was awestricken, a condition turning quite differently and mainly out of hand. I read that article once in my science class, sex-ed and anatomy class. The improbability was sky-high, until this was entered and soon, every Ghost to other typed couples had concerns that they might end up with 2 total mirrored children. I wanted to say sorry to him, a frown evident on my beak as I was about to say a thing but he continued nonetheless, completely stopping me. "Though it caused a major scientific breakthrough, my wife and I loved them, they were the best of friends and in the end; they grew just as exactly alike. I wasn't ashamed, or embarrassed. They had such high grades, I did not complain. In time, sanity soon started to cling on Vanity as if they were bound by an invisible line..." Richard trailed in his explanation and looked at me more softly now, as a concerned father than an angry one.

"Can I trust you to keep them happy? Both of them, they are bound to be together." He asked. I stood straight, looked at him more seriously and looked up at him. "I will, I will give them both, uh..., good company." I said as I extended my right talon at him. Richard shook it with his larger claws but held it still. "I was asking you to love them." He said sternly. I flinched as his grip turned to stone. "This is the first time she ever wound up with a male and by the signals she's giving..." He looked at Vanity through the glass walls of the building's first floor. "She's excited and Sanity, being opposite in terms of personality, she wishes to get you." He said as he released his grip on me. I stood there, rubbing my talons as they were obviously grasped by a very intimidating form. "If ever we do end-up as husband and wives, do I have your support?" I asked my concern that he might be not as happy even by saying such a thing earlier was quite real. Before our conversation continues the girls soon joined us outside.

"Yes..." Richard said as he moves back beside his wife, who is currently kissing Vanity and whispering who-knows-what to her. I was standing there waiting for Vanity to finish, as she soon told her parents that we needed to go. "Take care dears; make sure to be hard-to-get!" Vanity's mother shouted, clearly trying to hint me on part of their plan.

She soon walked her way towards me as she left her parents to whatever they were planning. Richard just looked emotionlessly at his wife and daughter as they finished, his face annoyed once again. "Did my father give you a hard time?" Vanity said, her soft voice somehow calming me. "Nothing much just the don't hurt my daughter's feelings talk." I said as I stood beside her, right elbow extended to her, arms folded. "Shall we, I recall you had the place in mind?" I said as she hooked her arm to mine as we walked our merry way to where ever she said.

I just got an answer to one mystery and a more thorough one about Vanity's sister. Speaking of her sister, my left arm felt cold but warm as a set of arms hugged my free arm. In the corner of my eye, I could see a total shade of black just as tall as Vanity in my sights, small dabs of white and two dots of red. As we continued walking I could only ponder something, I'm stuck with two girls... AGAIN! Irony, love and fate you three are SO not helping.

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