A Fated Reality-Chapter 15
#16 of A Fated Reality
I feel like an apology is in order to those who think I did poorly on this......
Well, I'm waiting.......
This chappy's short... Why?
IT'S A SPECIAL!
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Yep! I decided to make this next set of chappys into a special of epic proportions!
With CHEESE!
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Anyone who may question this fic/story, whether it be FanFiction or SoFurry, be free to PM me! I have all the time in the world!
Without further ado...
Enjoy The First part outta 'Who Knew This Would Happen?!'!
Roll The Film!
Who The Hell Cares Where We At?!...
"Okay, who else is bored?" I asked, everyone in the living room arear raising their hands.
It was like, I dunno, a few days after meetng Siphon and Jack. We were all in Cynthia's Villa after I came back from school.
"What should we do?" Hazel-Delacacy Of The Future asked.
"Hmmmm...[Gasp] I got it!" I yelled, making everyone turn to me.
"What did you have in mind Sajuan?" Chris asked.
"Something awesome..." I said.
"What kinda awesome we talking?" Steven questioned.
"We're talking 'Adrenaline-Pumping Awesome'!" I exclaimed, getting them interested.
"Oh! Is it what I think it is?" Hazel-Oh So Lovely Awesomesauce With Taste cried, jogging to me to join in the revealing.
"Maybe..." I said, a smile for miles on my face.
"Yay! We're gonna do it! We're gonna do it!" Hazel-Gorgeous chanted, making the others blush from her word choice.
"Uh Opal...Maybe you should elaborate on what you guys are thinking, hmm?" Cynthia inquired.
"All will be revealed soon, Cynthi-Lindsey-Moncheli..." I said vaguely to her, making everyone but Hazel-Delectable anime-sweat drop...
One Week Later...
'WELCOME TO THE BATTLE TOURNAMENT!' The announcer cried. The crowd in the stands cheered loudly, nearly taking out the announcer's eardrums in the process.
'THIS IS AN EXCITING EVENT FOLKS! HERE, WE GET TO SEE GYM LEADERS, ELITE 4 MEMBERS, CHAMPIONS, AND TRAINERS DUKE IT OUT IN AN ALL-OUT BRAWL!" The announer annouced, making spirits raise in the audience.
'WE'LL GET THE EVENT STARTED QUICKLY BUT FIRST...' He purposefully trailed off so the tension could build.
Meanwhile, everyone from Cynthia's Villa and the Gym Leaders, who had came as support for the event when the idea was pubically announced, were in locker rooms, getting pumped or experiencing anxiety or nervousness.
Or in Adam's case, both.
"You guys ready?" I asked, getting some nods in affirmatives.
'WILL THE CONTESTANT COME TO THE BATTLEDFIELD, PLEASE?!' The announcer called finally, making some stomachs flutter with overreactive Butterfrees and Beautifly's
Considering butterflies don't exist anymore.
We all flied out, moving in a long line of poeple. Soon, the entrance to the arena was seen with the bright light and crowd noises. We all walked there, excitement, adrenaline, euphoria and most important, battle-ready flew our way as we broke throught the light and met the crowd.
'AND HERE ARE THE CONTESTANTS, FOLKS! LOOK AT THAT ROSTER!' The crowd cheered in support, making some of us beam.
'AND NOW THE REF!' The announcer finally shut the fuck up and gave the microphone to someone else with a better voice.
'The Battle Tournament shall be a contest of abilities and craftiness. The set-up will be divided into three events. First, we will have a race. This race shall be cross-country, spanning the entirety of the U.S. The race will trail from land, sea and air. The Starting Line is at the Eastern Exit of the facility. The Finish Line is the Western Entrance. Any questions so far?'
The ref paused in his speech to see if there any objections. Other than the apprehensive faces of the snobbish family that got into this tournament by paying the announcer, there were none.
'After that will be announced when you all get back. Good luck, contestants!' The ref finalized, making the crowd cheer...
The Great Race-Starting Line...
All of us, Trainers, Gym Leaders, Elite 4, and Champions were lined up at the starting point. Anyone who had Pokeon that couldn't traverse any distance no matter what were onn the sidelines, upset that they couldn't get their hands on the race prize...
"You losers better get your eyes ready! You're about to be weeping rivers!" One of the snobbish kids called to my group, getting jeers form his fellow cohorts. I think the roster said his name was...
Jale? Jake? Oh, Jonathan.
"You're gonna eat my dust, suckers!" This little boy cried, sitting on a...a...
Grotle.
I was trying my HARDEST not to laugh at him as he sat up straight on his Fated Grove Pokemon. The others not being extremely successful and letting out a giggle here and there.
"Are the contestants ready?" The ref caalled from above, being in a cabin that over looked us like a hawk.
"YES!" Everyone shouted. I looked at my friends, who were pumped and ready for action...
Then I looked at Adam, who was at the sidelines with a sign that said 'Win This Race; Rub It In Their Face!'
Despite the thought, he didn't actually wave it around.
"ON YOUR MARKS!" The announcer started, making everyone tense up.
"GET SET!..." Everyone leaned forward, ready to take off...
"G...RICHARD IN THE CAT!"
EVERYONE was confused. The words had thrown everyone for a loop, not even expected. Then, I thought about it and started to laugh...
Hard.
Everyone turned to me, wondering why I started laughing outta nowhere. Jack and Siphon were nearest to me, so I told Siphon as Jack was too much of a BOSS for the joke.
"Richard in the Cat...' I laughed, leaning in, beckoning Siphon to me.
"What's so funny, Seje?" Siphon whsipered to me. I leaned in to his ear and whispered the hidden meaning of the ref's words. As soon as I finished, Siphon started to snicker.
"GO!" And the race started...
The Great Race-First Marker...
First off, the tournament was being held in Pennsylvania so...
Bridges. Everywhere.
"I remember going to KennyWood..." I commented to myself as I crossed yet another bridge, riding on C.T.Z.
'What's KennyWood Daddy?' C.T.Z asked innocently.
"KennyWood is..." I trailed off, thinking about my time there...
Screaming brats...
Dropped food...
Puke...
Cutters of lines...
Ride waiting...
This lack of regard to quantity to food and drinks...
The prices...
The rain that made everyone leave...
"...somewhat enticing..." I finished, coming up from memory lane with treats.
But they weren't my YUM-YUMS!
The bridge was nearing its end, me and C.T.Z being in 3rd place the entire time. Ahead was Alder on his Bouffalant in 1st and Jonathan on his Dodrio in 2nd...
If Dodrio are supposed to be the fastest runners in the world of Pokemon, why the hell are you in 2nd place?
"Okay, ready C.T.Z?" I asked the Dragon Pokemon.
'Yes Daddy!' And with that, we took flight...
The Great Race- Second Marker...
Since no rules about battling were stated, there were contestants battling it out to get rid of competition.
So basically, the land, air and sea became mini-arenas.
"Look out!" I cried, C.T.Z dodging an Ice Beam from below in response. We didn't want to battle for two reasons.
One: We just wanted to end the race as soon as possible.
Two: I haven't actually...trained my Pokemon so...they're on the 'weak' side.
"Just keep going Colonel!" I exclaimed, hoping we could find somewhere to rest as we've been at this for a while and C.T.Z was getting tired from the constant flying.
Then this happened.
A Smackdown from below had hit C.T.Z in our blind spot-directly below him. He plummeted to the ground in a nose dive.
"MAYDAY! MAYDAY! LOSING ALTITUDE!...WHAT THE HELL DOES 'MAYDAY' MEAN?!" I yelled as we fell...
The Great Race- Land Route...
"Look out Opal!" Chris called, Hazel-Dearly Beloved yelping and prompting Alexander to move outta the way ofan Air Slash from Skyla's Swanna.
"Thanks Chris!" she called back, sending an air-high-five...
But he left her hanging tho...
Chris, youse a jerk for that.
Chris also couldn't send it back because Fortis, since Adam wasn't participating and Chris wasn't able to be lifted by Aurora and Laura, had to get moving to avoid a barrage of Mud Shots from a trainer's Gigalith...
The Great Race-Land Route-Ahead Of Chris and Hazel-Beaute...
Jackson, Steven and Siphon were duking it out while still racing, sending attacks to one another as they went.
"Bridgette, Dark Pulse!" Jackson called from a safe position on Bridgette's back, the female Blade Pokemon shooting discs of dark and malevolent thoughts at Siphon, who was riding his Flygon. The Mystic Pokemon of deserts that are NOT the Sahara dodged and sent a Gust back, nearly sending Jackson off of her...
But his foot rubbed against her labia and she almost stumbled from the sensation.
"Focus Bridgette! Don't lose it!" Jackson said, nearly losing his cool from the adrenaline rush that competition gave you.
But she grabbed him from her back, nearly cutting himm= and strolled off-course, heading into the shrubbery so Jackson could scratch her itch...
Again.
Siphon and Steven snickered at Jackson's bad luck and went back to the race.
"So Steven..." Siphon started, them being neck-and-neck, they were just strolling as they were the only ones on the track.
"Yeah Siphon?" Steven replied.
"Wanna bet to see who will make it there first between us?" Siphon told him, holding his hand out.
"Oh, you are SO on!" Steven said, shaking his hand...
Before Siphon sped off, leaving Steven to eat his dust, tasty or not.
"Come back here, jerk!" Steven called before he and Lightning sped off after them...
The Great Race- Third Marker...
The group had been able to rest for a mandatory 10 minute break at the half-way point at the Third Marker.
Which was a restaurant.
"Anyone seen Sajuan?" Hazel-Oh So Lovely asked them as she, Alexander, Raph, and Johnny ate their samiches.
"Not since the Second Marker..." Steven told them, having seen them doing erratic evasive manuevers in the sky.
"Think we should go-?" But Jack was cut off as the alram for them to continue the race sounded, telling them that there was no time and it was back to trying to win the race...
Me...
'Will it go away Daddy?' C.T.Z whimpered as his right wing was frozen and it...wouldn't...chip...AWAY!
"Yes. Even if I have to go all the way back to the start, dat ice is about to meet its MAKER!...The Freezer Of Heaven..." I said, raspily whispering the last part. Me and C.T.Z were stuck in a clearing, me waiting for some sort of rescue while trying to get rid of the ice on his wing...
WHICH WAS PROVING TO BE A RIGHT OLD BITCH!
'I'm sorry Daddy...' C.T.Z sobbed, thinking it was all his fault.
"It's okay Colonel. You did nothing wrong. I'm sure we'll get whoever sent that- IT WAS GLACIA! THAT'S WHO DID IT!" I yelled, catching the sobbing Dragonite off-guard.
'What do you mean Daddy?' As he asked this, a figure was going about his daily rounds, moping as usual before he looked our way and growled when he saw me.
'Another human? Will they ever learn?...' The figure growled, not noticing that his chest was glowing...
The Great Race-Past Third Marker-Land Route...
"Opal! Come back here with my glasses!" Chris yelled as he chased Hazel-Darling And Then Some. They had long went off the trail to the finish and they were now in the wood arear, Hazel-Being Charmingly Lovely holding Chris' glasses haphazardly.
"You gotta catch me first~!" Hazel-Bless Her Soul Forevermore called playfully, Alexander keeping ahead of the duo behind them.
"Oh come on! Please?" Chris pleaded...
Before feeling something rough collide with his face.
"OWWW!" Chris yelled, having hit a tree like George Of The Jungle without a vine to swing from.
"That's what you get for leaving me hanging!" Hazel-Work Hard, Play Forever cried before disappearing in the shrubbery.
"Okay, note to self: Don't leave anyone hanging ever again..." Chris deadpanned, rubbing his nose as it throbbed in pain.
'Luxray.' Foris said to Chris, beckoning him to get back on his complied and they were off...
Jackson...
'AHHHHHH!' Bridgette cried, having just got her pussy thoroughly fucked and filled by Jackson...
For the third time that day.
"[Pant pant pant]" Jackson was heaving for air as he had to satisfy the Bisharp for quite some time now. Her body shook in its afterglow as she stood up shakily, feeling fluids run down her thighs.
"Okay, NOW can we get back to the race?" Jackson asked, irritated that they had to detour for some Richard in the Cat.
Hahahahah...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ...Lol.
Bridgette nodded her affirmative, kneeling down so Jackson could climb up her back carefully. He made sure to latch his legs onto her sides that weren't covered in blades before patting her head that he was ready. Bridgette nodded her understanding and sped off using Agility, putting them back in the race...
Me...
"C.T.Z, do you think you can move without feeling any pain?" I asked, getting a shaky nod in reply.
"Okay, walk around a bit so when we get moving you don't fall so much." I requested, helping C.T.Z to his feet. He then started to walk around slowly, making sure to take light steps to avoid aggravating his wound from the Smackdown.
"That's it...Easy does it..." I said encouragingly. C.T.Z seemed proud of himself so he tried to speed up...
But he fell soon after...
"Colonel!" I called, running up to him.
'I'm still hurting Daddy...' C.T.Z moaned, pain evident in his voice.
"I know C.T.Z..." I told him before hearing a scoff.
'Bah! No human ever cares about a Pokemon's well-being! All they care about is seeing if they're battle-ready!' A voice rung out from the trees, making me tense.
"Apparently you've been drinking the wrong juice. That's not true." I said, looking around for the voice's origin. The trees near our right shook, bushes rustling and pidgeys coming offa branches. A figure was slowly approaching before it revealed to be...
The Great Race-Fourth Marker...
Cliffhanger's a right old bitch, isn't it?
This has been mercenary man guy.
Part 1 of 'Who Knew That Would Happen?!' is complete! I got stranded! Chris left Hazel hanging, and everyone learned about Richard in the Cat...
[Laughing loudly]
What'll happen next chappy?!
I dunno.
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Moncheli!