A Legendary Event
Reeve has finally reached the end of a quest that will set him up for an early retirement, but after capturing a Legendary Pokemon, will he have second thoughts?
Reeve smiled as he came to the Great Falls. He had found it.
It was a torturous journey, to be sure. Had he known just how tiring and how many dead ends he would have to overcome, he may not have bothered. He may have stuck to his normal, stable life.
Now, as he stood in front of the Great Falls of the Whirl Islands, he smiled. He could hardly believe it.
He reached to his belt and pulled off the small, purple ball, emblazoned with an M, and clicked the button on it, expanding it to its full size.
Reeve sprinted down a grey, featureless hallway, trying to soften his footsteps even though his feet were slapping against hard, tile floors. Behind him, stronger, louder footsteps rang out from multiple pairs of feet. To his left, he saw a small hallway.
He jerked into the hallway, and seeing a door immediately to his left, juked into there, swinging around the doorway and crouching down, trying to regulate his breathing.
"I think he went this way, come on!" said a gruff voice from the opposite side of the wall.
Reeve was hoping he wouldn't be seen, but unfortunately, the guards at Silph Co. weren't pushovers. He only managed to get a few floors into the building, even with a security card, before a guard called him out as an intruder. He was already on the right floor; quitting then would be as demeaning as being caught and tossed in jail.
Reeve gave the guards a few more seconds, and straightened up, sighing. The guards had gone in the same direction as he needed to go.
Reeve peeked around the corner and continued to the main hallway. He peeked around the next corner and saw nobody in either direction.
He quietly walked down the hallway, listening closely for footsteps. He was really in quite the situation. Breaking into Silph Co. was second only to breaking into a government facility. Even if he didn't get caught, he was surely caught on camera as he entered the building. Sunglasses and a scarf would only do so much against a company like Silph Co. They would probably already have his biometric profile in a manilla folder, so escaping as quietly as possible was key.
He reached the end of the hallway and was happy to hear footsteps traveling away from him to his left. Reeve needed to go right, and he did so, happily.
Thankfully, the key card was a B level card. It didn't allow him access to the elevator, or to restricted areas, but what Reeve needed was on the research and development level -- where a B level card happened to have full clearance to.
At the end of this hallway was his goal. A typical, stainless steel door, flush with the grey, concrete wall of the hallway. Next to the door was a glass panel. He tapped the key card against it, and it glowed green with a cutesy beeping noise. The door flew open with a hydraulic whoosh, and Reeve stepped inside.
Much like the rest of the lower levels so far, this room smelled faintly of sterilization chemicals and plastic, but this room smelled much nicer to Reeve because in one of the metal cabinets that lined the floors was his prize. He turned on the fluorescent lights, which flickered on with some struggle, and surveyed the room.
Typical sciency room. Large metal tables, Textured plastic chairs. Beakers and tongs in the sinks. Reeve really wasn't sure where to start, so he smacked the button next to the door behind him, which caused it to shut with another whoosh.
Reeve knew there was a waterfall, but he was hoping that it would just magically open up or something when he arrived. As he stepped forwards on the small path leading to it, he felt the spray of the falling waves sprinkling his body. He shivered in the dark as he approached. He quit on his fairytale entrance hopes when he was a few feet from the roaring water.
He was going to have to get a little wetter than he planned. He pulled a poncho out of the side of his pack and held it above his head, pulling it down to ensure as much coverage as it could offer, and he walked beneath the falls.
"Babe, what are you doing?"
Reeve surfaced in his bathtub, the water rushing down from the top of his head. He shivered. The water was colder than usual today. Tends to happen when you live in an atrocious apartment with --
"Baaabe, hurry up, the party already started!"
Reeve sighed, and he kicked the drain plug sharply.
Reeve opened the bathroom door, sans towel. Across the apartment sat Kelly, overdressed and overdone. She sat in Reeve's recliner, drowning in her Pokegear.
"Hey," Reeve muttered.
Kelly looked up, and a moment later, a look of bemusement crossed her face.
"What the hell are you doing? Get dressed!" Kelly moaned, wildly gesticulating.
Reeve tilted his head slightly.
"No," Reeve said, with no expression.
"You aren't going?"
"No," Reeve replied, more firmly.
Kelly shook her head and stood up, slinging her purse over her shoulder and stomping past him to the front door. She pulled the door open fiercely and walked through.
Reeve followed her to the door and swung it back open.
"Hey Kelly," he called out as she briskly walked down the hallway.
She turned and stared him down.
"Don't bother coming back," Reeve said, and closed the door.
It was somewhat annoying to throw the contents of Kelly's drawer into a cheap cardboard box as she slammed on the door, screaming, but it also felt somewhat therapeutic. Kelly wasn't the only one that wouldn't have a place to stay after tonight.
Reeve opened the door, still nude, and holding the cardboard box. Kelly was a mess, with multicolored streaks running down her face and bloodshot eyes. Her lip was quivering.
"What is wrong with you?" she whispered, her voice raspy and broken. Reeve smiled.
"Tell your dad to go fuck himself," he replied, and closed the door.
Surprisingly, walking under a raging waterfall was quite the task. Reeve expected a thin sheet of water, but he had to walk through few yards of back-breaking force before coming to the other side.
Reeve found himself in a massive, vaulted cave. The ceiling was at least 10 stories tall, and it seemed untouched, which was exactly what Reeve was counting on.
The cave was even colder than it was outside, and Reeve took care to keep the soaked poncho from dripping onto him as he stowed it back into his bag. The cave didn't feel special. He was hoping to be inflicted with a great energy, or feel a thick wave of something wash over him, but it was cool, empty and smelled strongly of sea spray.
He continued along, as the crashing of the waterfall sunk away behind him. Soon, the light was gone and all that was left of the waterfall was a faint echo of running water. Reeve took out his flashlight, clicking it on. He spared no expense on his gear, and it showed. His flashlight lit up a massive portion of the cave in front of him, revealing the craggy texture of the cave walls. Ahead was a small passageway, and Reeve steadily made his way towards it, keeping an eye on the ground.
Reeve sat on the most uncomfortable bench in the history of benches, with one arm over the back of it. He was trying to appreciate the fresco in front of him, but between the bench and the fact that he couldn't force himself to give a shit about art, it was a lost cause. He had never had a reason to visit an art museum, let alone a small, unimportant one in an equally small, unimportant town such as Petalgrove, but his contact insisted.
It was early in the morning, and even with the early morning light pouring through the high windows that covered the walls, the fresco ahead of him was just as boring as it likely was the day it was painted. On it, the Legendary Pokemon, Moltres, was surrounded by a thick, fiery typhoon, and perched overlooking a vast mountain range. To Moltres's left, Articuno flew, placidly, in a deep, frozen valley, encased in a whirling hailstorm. To Moltres's right was Zapdos, who soared through a barren field, his yellow and black plumage buffeted by the heavy winds of a thunderstorm.
The subject matter was quite appropriate, Reeve mused.
Reeve noticed the shuffling of dress shoes behind him, and did not turn around to see who was approaching.
"You Reeve?" asked a quiet, hushed voice behind him.
"It would preferable if you didn't mention my name," Reeve replied coolly.
"What? You already said your name on the phone," said the man, as he sat down.
"Fair point. What do you have for me?" Reeve said, turning slightly towards the man. The man was wearing a cap and circular sunglasses, with a wispy beard and a scowl.
"I could ask you the same," the man said, and Reeve smiled.
Reeve pulled a slim, but bulky paper package from his jacket, and leaned forward, dropping it on the floor, and kicked it back with his heel. The man grunted and leaned down to pick it up.
"You're the theatrical sort, aren't ya kid?" he muttered, causing Reeve to frown.
A moment passed, as the man rifled through the contents of the package.
"Good. All here. Where'd you get this kind of dough? These are some real stacks, ya know?"
"Sold my condo," Reeve replied, crossing his arms. He was becoming impatient.
The man simply laughed, his rough voice echoing into the empty hall.
"I'd call that a fair trade, eh?" the man asked, as he extended his arm over the back of the bench and dropping his own slim, closed envelope.
Reeve snatched it up. He felt a hard rectangle inside. The man was already standing up.
"Shift changes every fifty-five minutes, starting at midnight every night. Don't hang out on floor B3. Have fun, kid," the man said, and then he shuffled away.
The cave was nothing short of enormous. Reeve had been working his way through for nearly two hours, and there was no clear end in sight to him. It didn't help that he took something of a wrong turn, and ended up discovering some rocks at a dead end.
Unfortunately, since this cave was, theoretically, unexplored, there was no map or planned route available to him. Even worse, in Mystic caves, PokeNav functionality takes a sharp nosedive, so he was scribbling down each turn he made in his notebook.
The walls were getting tighter by the footstep. A good sign.
Hopefully.
Reeve was pretty sure he knew what he was getting into, but as he sat on an outrageously expensive sofa in a comparably ritzy high rise office, he couldn't help but fidget with his thumbs.
Across from him was Claire. Claire sat behind a gargantuan oak desk, tapping away quietly at her computer. Reeve had a sneaking suspicion Claire wasn't actually doing anything, judging from the fact that she wasn't actually looking at the computer monitor. She dripped of "hot, bad secretary".
Suddenly, a buzzing noise issued from her desk.
"Claire?" said a shrill, but a somehow low voice.
"Yes, Mr. Ochas?" Claire nasally sang, still not able to tear her sight from whatever floating speck of dust she was concentrated on.
"Who the fuck is here?"
"Some guy, says he has an offer for somethin'," she replied.
"Tell him if he gives me a fucking pamphlet, I'll beat him to death!" Mr. Ochas shouted. Reeve smiled.
Claire leaned forward, clicked a button on the phone, and lazily turned her head towards Reeve.
"Mr. Ochas will see you now,"
"What the fuck?" Mr. Ochas moaned as Reeve stepped into his office.
Mr. Ochas clearly had little to no taste, but more than enough money to back what little he might have. Between the Zebstrika print shag carpet and the large, golden desk, Reeve wasn't sure what to mentally vomit on first.
Reeve ended up deciding to do so on Mr. Ochas himself. While he was definitely not an unattractive man by any stretch of the imagination, the greasy, bushy black mustache and the rose tinted glasses, combined with the unbuttoned bathrobe and slicked back, equally greasy hair led to a repulsive feeling that caught deep in Reeve's throat.
"Did she really just let you in?!" Mr. Ochas asked angrily, standing behind the gaudy, sickening desk, "I'm going to beat her to death, I swear to fuckin' Arceus, I'll -- uh,"
Reeve slowly walked across the office, swinging around the maroon, velvet seat and sitting down.
"I don't think that will be necessary, Mr. Ochas," Reeve said calmly, "I really think I have an offer you won't be able to refuse,"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Mr. Ochas sputtered out.
"Oh, just that I have a lead on a certain Pokemon I think you'll be very interested in acquiring," Reeve said smugly.
"What the fuck?! Spit it out, I'm not playing Who's That fuckin' Pokemon with you, smart-ass," Mr. Ochas shouted, slamming both of his fists onto the fingerprint-covered desk, causing an unsteady cup of pens to tip over and scatter across the floor.
"I don't think that's the tone you want to use with somebody that can get you a Legendary Pokemon, now is it?"
Mr. Ochas paused for a moment, his red, squinty face slowly calming into a quizzical expression. After another moment, he pulled his fists off of the desk and sat back in his plush, purple puffy chair.
"Any reason I'd believe that bullshit? You know how many hotshot shitheads roll through here talking a big talk and subsequently turn up as a cold shithead corpse?" Mr. Ochas said while crossing his arms. Reeve smiled.
"Not many, considering how much you cooled down after I dropped that one," Reeve said, crossing his arms to match, and then uncrossing them. "Oh, and I forgot about this,"
Reeve reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, purple Pokeball with a white, block M on it, holding it up in the air. Mr. Ochas slowly moved his gaze to it, and then his eyes burst open.
"What the f-" Mr. Ochas began very loudly, leaning forward in his chair, and then caught himself, "What the fuck?"
Reeve simply stared at him, waiting for the next move.
Mr. Ochas stared at the ball for a few seconds, and then at Reeve for a few seconds, and back at the ball for a few seconds.
"Press the fuckin' button," he finally said. Reeve acquiesced, pressing the white button which caused the ball to expand to its full size.
Mr. Ochas' eyes went wide once again, and he slammed his fist on the desk.
"Bullshit!" he exclaimed, "Give it here."
"Absolutely not," Reeve replied.
"Fuck you!" Mr. Ochas shouted, "How the fuck am I supposed to know you didn't just fuckin' play fingerpaints with a regular one?"
"I'm pretty sure you know," Reeve said.
Mr. Ochas once again sat back in his chair, crossing his arms more angrily this time, like an angry child.
"What the fuck do you want?" he asked, in a fed up tone.
Reeve leaned forward, stowing the ball back in his jacket.
"A decent boat," Reeve said.
The big reveal couldn't even be called a reveal. Reeve turned a corner, and there it was, lying in a curled up, softly breathing heap on a raised stone platform in the middle of an opening. A soft, nearly invisible glow emanated from it.
The second half of the Tower duo. The trio master of the Legendary birds. The guardian of the seas.
Lugia.
Reeve quietly pulled the Master Ball out of his pack, making very sure to make as little noise as possible. Reeve never aspired to be a trainer, and never managed to bring himself to a PokeCenter to pick up one of the mangy strays they peddle there. If Lugia woke up before he could grab it, he was destined to be a cold, cold shithead.
He clicked the button on the Master Ball, reared his arm back, and lightly tossed the ball across the cave. His aim was on point, and the ball bounced off of Lugia. Lugia's massive head snapped up as soon as the ball hit it, but before it had an opportunity to react, it phased into a red, flickering ghost of itself, and disappeared into the ball.
There was no tense shaking like in the movies. There was no hitch in Reeve's chest. Lugia was his. No questions asked.
"This shit isn't cheap, motherfucker," Mr. Ochas complained.
"It'll be worth every penny, Mr. Ochas. I promise you."
"It sure better fuckin' be. You got the sticker?"
Reeve fiddled in his pack for a moment, and pulled out the purple, placard-thick adhesive-backed sticker and held it up.
"Don't get that shit wet, jerk-off," Mr. Ochas said, still sitting begrudgingly behind his desk, "those things seriously cost as much as the fuckin' boat. Get the bird, and slap that sticker on its head. It won't fight with you after."
"Guaranteed?" Reeve asked.
Mr. Ochas stood up with his hands on the desk.
"Guaranteed. Now get the fuck out of here. If I don't see you in a few months, your family is good as gone,"
"I'd like to see you do that. Might need a couple shovels,"
"Everybody has somebody," Mr. Ochas said, "out."
Reeve took his place on top of a tall rock, mentally preparing himself for the most important part of the plan.
Since he wasn't a trainer, he had no badges. Since he had no badges, he didn't have the luxury of having captured Pokemon bend to his will. Affixing Mr. Ochas' sticker to Lugia, without becoming a smear on the cave wall, was crucial.
He looked down to the cave floor. It was a 25-foot fall, easy. He left his pack on the ground and climbed up with only the Master Ball, the Sticker, and a deep breath.
Reeve threw the Master Ball to the ground, and quickly followed suit.
A lot of things happened all at once. The Master Ball clacked against the cave floor, bursting open, releasing the same red, flickering ghost, very quickly materializing into the great, white and blue Legendary beast. Lugia was so massive that Reeve barely fell halfway to the ground before smacking against Lugia.
According to plan, Reeve got a handhold on the back of Lugia's head, and immediately, it roared.
If Reeve wasn't prepared for this, the blistering scream of the Legendary beast may have loosened his grip. If it wasn't the bellows of the angered Pokemon that broke his grip, it would have been the violent thrashings of it, but Reeve held on for dear life.
Lugia was standing up on its hind legs, viciously throwing its head back and forth, but Reeve managed to reach his other arm up and slap the Sticker on the side of Lugia's crest.
Instantly, Lugia stopped its theatrics. It froze in the middle of a nasty whip of its head, stuck in time. Reeve readjusted his handhold and hugged the back of Lugia's neck as it fell forwards in a great arc, slamming against the ground a second later. Reeve was knocked off, several feet into the air, landing square on his back.
Reeve coughed harshly, the wind knocked from his chest, but regardless, he smiled, and got to his feet and appreciated his prey.
Lugia was still. Next to it, on the ground, was the Master Ball, which Reeve bent over to pick up. Lugia was lightly breathing as Reeve slowly walked around it. When he got around to the front of it, he was surprised to see that its eyes were open. Lidded and drowsy, but open.
"Hey," Reeve said, "Roll over."
Lugia glanced at Reeve for a moment, and did just so, rolling it's huge body over, away from Reeve. Reeve walked around to Lugia's feet.
"Holy shit," Reeve said as he got there and saw what Lugia had to offer.
Between Lugia's legs, nestled at the line between the soft blue feathery down of its belly and the white of its tail was a massive, pink slit. Right below that, farther down the tail, an asshole.
Reeve really couldn't stem the excitement. The legends about Lugia and Ho-oh insisted that they were genderless, and it was all Mr. Ochas or Reeve expected. Even without a third hole, Lugia was going to fetch Reeve enough money to live the rest of his life in luxury.
With a warm... gorgeous...
Reeve really just could not avoid it. He had to.
He slowly kicked off his boots and pulled his trail pants down, his already hardening cock flopping out. He also stripped off his shirt for good measure. The cave was a little chilly, but he wasn't planning on letting the chill get to him.
He walked closer to Lugia, stroking his semi-erect cock. Her tail was so large that when stepped over it, his legs were about as far apart as they could go. He felt the soft, glossy down of her feathers rub against the inside of his legs and sat down on her tail. The feeling of her feathers against his balls was exhilarating. For the first time, and not the last, the fact that he was about to fuck a Legendary Pokemon rushed through his head. It made his mind go blank, and more importantly, it made his cock twitch.
He thumbed the top of his cock and pressed it down into Lugia's tail, feeling the feathers part under it. Her feathers were so closely packed and thick that they refused to separate after a quarter of his cock pressed in. Lugia was warmer than Reeve expected, and he felt her warmth radiate between his legs.
He looked up and admired what was ahead of him. From his position, he could see Lugia's belly slowly rising and falling, and more pressingly, he could see her pussy slowly start dripping.
Reeve realized something, and he scooted his ass forwards on her tail until he was only a foot or so from her hole. It slowly dawned on him that her hole was, well, gigantic. From top to bottom, it was at least a foot tall, and Arceus only knew how deep it was, but Reeve's eyes went wide as the smell hit his nostrils.
Lugia's pussy smelled like... Fuck.
Reeve couldn't help it. He let himself fall forward, his cock bending upwards under his weight, facefirst into her slit. The folds separated slightly, and Reeve's face was buried in the sticky, wet mess, his mouth taking in great gasps of the air. Lugia barely reacted, only slightly moving her lower body to the side.
Reeve's right hand went up to next to her pussy, and his left trailed down to his cock, wrapping around it. His head was spinning. He had heard about pheromones, and this Lugia was dripping them.
He didn't even know where to start. He leaned back and took all of it in. It was laid out like a human pussy, all things considered. There was the main hole, what looked like a clit near the top, normal. However, her clit looked to be the size of his fist, and her vagina was a good couple of inches wide, and slowly pulsing open and shut. Her asshole was equally proportionally large. Another wave of sex hit him in the face, and he jumped into action.
Reeve hopped up onto his knees on Lugia's tail and lowered his ass down a little bit. It was perfect. There was a straight line between his cock and her pussy. Lugia, perhaps catching on to what was happening, moaned quietly, her otherworldly call echoing into the cave. Reeve's hand hastened it's slow, methodical pumping, and he scooted forwards, placing the head of his cock onto the pinkest, warmest looking spot. He hopped forwards again, his cock going vertical against her pussy, and he pushed the tip down and inside.
He immediately began pumping. She wasn't the tightest in the world, but fuck if she wasn't softer than anything Reeve had ever felt, either with his cock or with his hands. She was so deep that he could easily drive his entire length inside of her, his upper body slapping against the rest of her genitals. She was wet enough that in the span of a half dozen thrusts, his entire upper body was drenched, which really didn't help Reeve feel better in the chill of the cave. He noticed that his knee was pressed into her asshole, and smiled, thrusting faster and faster.
Fucking such a large being like Lugia was very strange. She was so massive that Reeve couldn't see up and over her belly to her face. Judging from the soft, deep noises that were coming from that direction, Reeve assumed that she was having almost as good as a time as he was, as his cock flew in and out of her softness. She wasn't warm, her thick, uniform feathers keeping in as much heat as they could, but her pussy was radiating hot heat, and Reeve pressed himself into it as much as he could bear. He was going to be a cold, sticky mess afterward, but fuck if he cared, as he reached his hand up to slap around Lugia's huge clit.
Lugia was apparently a fan, since her deep purrs hastened and went higher up into the cave, the weird, unnatural echo of her sounds echoing even more pleasantly in the cave. Reeve smiled again, more widely this time, and lifted himself a little higher on his knees, giving himself an even better angle to drill his cock into her. His hips were starting to hurt now, and he felt the satisfying pressure begin building down in his crotch. A part of him wanted to stem the floodgates, pull out, and relax for a minute and go back to work, but that part of him was feeling very weak. Very, very weak, considering the last time he had any time or compulsion to fuck anyone was the last time he fucked Kelly. Lugia made Kelly feel like a stale sack of flour. Mixed with sand.
Reeve came.
He thrust forward, his upper body slapping against her pussy again. This time, he pounded inside hard enough that he felt his balls pinch backward, and Reeve's shout of orgasmic bliss was inflicted with its fair share of pain, but he didn't mind it all that much. He could feel the seed pulse through his cock, but it was hard to notice under the crushing pressure of Lugia's pussy. Suddenly, she was as tight as anything else, and Reeve started breathing heavily, in short bursts, as he continued to pour his cum inside her. Lugia's moans seemed to match up with each time his balls tightened, and she moved her wing down near Reeve.
Reeve was breathing heavily, and it dawned on him how cold the cave really was. Like, how really, really cold the cave really was. Without the distraction of sex, he finally realized that his toes were completely numb, and his sweat and sex fluid soaked upper body was shaking violently. His slightly sticky, semi-flaccid cock slid slowly from Lugia and slapped down lightly on his balls as he wrapped his arms around himself and stood up on her tail to hop off and grab his clothes. As he got to his feet, he was suddenly knocked back down by Lugia's huge, warm wing, and fell face first back into her pussy.
Annoyed, Reeve tried to push away, but Lugia wasn't having it, and she pressed him into her. Reeve struggled for a moment, but realized, not for the first time, that Lugia was a two-story tall Legendary Pokemon, and trying to fight against her wishes was as futile effort as any. Reeve stopped resisting and curled up under her wing. Their sexual encounter, as well as the entire day of travel beforehand, had made Reeve's energy vanish, and in the warmth that Lugia had made for him, he started to feel very tired.
It was only a minute or two before Reeve and Lugia were sound asleep.
Reeve stood quietly in an abandoned warehouse, waiting for his soft-spoken benefactor to arrive. He had already cleaned up a bit, sweeping up a large area of dust, gravel, glass, and metal shavings into piles around the perimeter. Shafts of soft light glittered through the shattered windows above him.
Behind him, a door slammed open, and Reeve turned to see Mr. Ochas purposefully walking in, his light blue loafers flapping against the concrete floor.
"Don't you think an old fuckin' warehouse is kind of, ah, you know, dramatic, kid?" Mr. Ochas shouted, his voice echoing around the room.
Reeve frowned.
"It's a twenty-foot tall bird, you want me to release her in your office?" Reeve said, walking towards Mr. Ochas slowly. Mr. Ochas faltered for a moment.
"Nah, you know what, that's a good call. Thing'd blow my windows out. So you fuckin' got it?" Mr. Ochas asked, partially surprised. All Reeve did was smile and turn away.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Mr. Ochas said, behind him, as Reeve pulled out the Master Ball and threw it lazily into the circle he had prepared.
Lugia's red, static-y ghost appeared and instantly solidified into the soft, white beast, her form lying on the concrete in the same lethargic pose as she was when Reeve was getting to know her; on her back, her tail lying on the ground, and her pussy out in the open for all to see. Mr. Ochas had walked up beside him, and Reeve looked over to see Mr. Ochas, his mouth agape. Reeve smiled.
"The bird is a fuckin' bird!?" Mr. Ochas shouted, the shocked expression on his face giving way to a sly smile, and then he was beaming.
"I just expected a big bird with an ass and a mouth for those depraved pricks, if this thing has a cunt, I can charge ten times as much and those bastards'll tell me it's a deal! Holy Arceus!"
By the end of this outburst, Mr. Ochas was nearly totally red in the face, and his glasses were hanging on the bridge of his nose. He looked over at Reeve, who was now smirking gloriously.
"You did a good thing, kid. You're gonna make me a lot of fucking money. A whole fucking lot of fucking money."
"I know. Actually, I was wondering if I could renegotia-,"
"You don't have to renegotiate shit," Mr. Ochas said, turning towards Reeve, "I'm hooking you up kid. We agreed on a million, correct?
"I think so," Reeve replied.
"Scratch that shit," Mr. Ochas said, and he reached into his inner jacket pocket, pulling out his embroidered, black leather card holder. He flicked a button on the side of it, and a golden, shiny card popped its end out.
"This is my gold express card," Mr. Ochas said, pulling the card out slowly and flipping it towards Reeve. Reeve accepted it, feeling the heavy, metal card. On it was the logo for the PokeBank, as well as Mr. Ochas' name; MR. OCHAS.
"You keep that card. You buy whatever the fuck you want," Mr. Ochas said, pointing at the card. Reeve looked up at him.
"What's the limit?" Reeve asked, flicking the card sideways.
"There is no limit. Now, don't take that to mean you can just go buy out a fuckin' diamond toilet warehouse and try to clean me out. You won't, and it'll just piss me off. You seem like a smart guy. You said you wanted an early retirement. There it is," Mr. Ochas said, pointing at the card once again.
Mr. Ochas looked over at Lugia again, and back at Reeve.
"You fuck her?" he asked, smiling wryly.
"Wouldn't you?" Reeve replied, putting the golden card into his pocket. Mr. Ochas crossed his arms and leaned back, gazing at Lugia.
"Ya know, I've never been into Pokemon -- like, fucking them, that is. When I go to my clubs to see how things are going, they always sic their slutty ones on me, like it's a fuckin' laugh, and I never go for it. Even the more, ah, ladylike ones, like Gardevoirs or Blazikens, still don't do nothin' for me," Mr. Ochas said, still staring at Lugia.
"The answer is probably. We'll see. Give me the ball,"
Reeve pulled the Master Ball out and handed it over to Mr. Ochas. Mr. Ochas pulled his PokeGear out and tapped it against the ball.
"One-one-three-seven-four," Reeve said, and Mr. Ocha's PokeGear beeped accepting the Trainer ID attached to the ball. A second later, it beeped again, and Mr. Ochas was the official owner of Lugia.
"Fan-fuckin'-tastic, kid," Mr. Ochas said as he put the PokeGear into his jacket, "You killed it. I don't know how you did it, but you did. Good job."
Mr. Ochas then threw the Master Ball at Lugia, and she disappeared inside of it. Reeve almost felt a pang of guilt in his chest, for obvious reasons, but he was more excited about what happens next.
Mr. Ochas slid the Master Ball into his jacket and patted Reeve on the shoulder, smiling widely. The guy was a sleazeball, but fuck if he wasn't a genuine guy. Mr. Ochas turned around and started to walk away, but stopped a few steps away.
"Where'd you leave the boat, kid?" Mr. Ochas asked, non-confrontationally.
"Ahh, at the Settlesea Docks," Reeve replied.
"Alright, I'll have it picked up,"
"Wait,"
Mr. Ochas turned slightly, not all the way around, but enough to show that he was lending his ear.
"Mind if I hold onto the boat?" Reeve asked. Mr. Ochas stood in place for a moment.
"Business or pleasure?"
"I'll let you know,"
"Oh, I look forward to it, kid." Mr. Ochas said, continuing to walk away, "Later."
Mr. Ochas kicked the battered steel door open and walked out, waving his hand over his head as he exited.
Reeve just stood in place, with Mr. Ochas' card out, flicking it against the back of his hand.
Maybe it wasn't time for Reeve's very early retirement after all.
I'm really sorry about the weird formatting, it's pretty late at night, and I just wanted to get this fic out before I went to bed. I've been on and off working on it for a few weeks, and I don't have time to do a proofread outside of a spell check, so sorry if there's any issues regarding editing.
Basically, I'm sorry if this sucks.
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