An Abra's Shattered Dreams
#1 of Shattered Dreams
This is the story of why Kepler refuses to evolve, and why he has problems separating dreams from reality. This is not some kinky thing he enjoys. It haunts his dreams and strikes fear into him. And as a warning, this story contains pain, blood, violence, and rape. You have been warned.
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Deep within the forest, only a few miles from Fortree City, a wild abra reclined against a tree. His ears twitched lightly in his sleep, snoring every once and a while. He was sleeping for his usual eighteen hours a day, but he wasn't helpless among the tall grass of the wilds. Though he slept, he like all abras slept in a trance. While asleep they could function almost the same as they could awake, seeing with their minds.
His mind worked like a radar. It sent wave after wave of psychic pulses out, illuminating the surrounding brush, highlighting the black nothingness with blue energy. Pokemon were even easier to see, as they lit up like flashlights in a cave. Nothing could sneak up to him, and if they did, he always could teleport away.
His was a good life. He teleported from place to place, sleeping and eating, then watching the world pass by. Every once and a while a trainer would come and try to catch him, only to have him teleport away, leaving them cursing "That fucking abra!" He like most pokemon wanted to me caught and have a trainer of their own to serve, but he wanted to wait for one that could actually beat him.
It was after a nice battle that abra had teleported here, relaxing in the shade, dreaming things like actually having friends, or evolving and finding a mate.
Oh to evolve...
He dreamed of being a Kadabra. Few ever wanted an abra, but a powerful kadabra... That is something that would catch a trainer's eye, and not just a trainer, but possibly a mate. He would love to not have to run all the time. He dreamed of standing next to "his" trainer, fighting gym battles, making friends with the other pokemon, and being loved.
But as he dreamed, a black gap appeared within the range of his mental sight. Unlike the rest of the terrain, this blotch did not reflect the mental pulses back. The abra knew what this meant. Only one kind of pokemon could be unaffected by Psychic energy. A dark type.
"Oh, look what he have here!" said a mightyena, walking up to the abra, circling him with a predatory glare. "It seems I have found a new toy to tear apart." To a non-pokemon, it would have just seemed like she was saying her name, but to a pokemon, it was fully understandable.
"What do you want? I'm trying to sleep." The abra said with his still closed eyes, his ears moving to follow the mightyena's movement. "You bastards always sleep. Its time you wake up and smell the Oran Berries. You're in for a beating!" The abra sighed. "Why do you want to attack me anyways?" The mightyena stopped in front of him. "Because, I fight, I get stronger. And you're just easy experience."
The abra stood up. He wasn't afraid. He may not be able to defeat this mightyena, but he didn't have to. As soon as it started being too hard, he would just teleport away do a different region. "You know you wont be able to beat me, right?" The mightyena laughed and said, "That's what you think."
With that, she jumped at the abra, trying to use tackle, but the abra was faster than he looked. He jumped out of the way, letting her hit head first into the tree. She yipped and shook her head, then turned and attacked again, biting at his shoulder. He jumped back again, then used psychic to throw a nearby rock at her.
She dodged it and turned to him again and said "You really are an annoying runt aren't you?" The abra smiled. "So I have been told, over and over again." He yawned, saying, "Are you done now? I want to get back to sleep." The mightyena smiled. "You think this is my true power? I'm just playing with my food here."
She opened her mouth and a quivering orb of shadowy energy formed, then shot towards abra in a strange zigzagging path. He barely managed to jump out of the way, only to get tackled by the mightyena. "Your slow abra! You don't have a chance." The abra pushed her off and rolled back onto his feet. "Maybe, but luckily for me, I don't have to stay here." He smiled and used teleport.
The abra's eyes shot open in shock. He hadn't moved. He was still here. Abra could see the reason why, but he couldn't figure out how he missed it. Behind him, glowing more like a spotlight in the night to his mental sight, was the unmistakable aura of a kadabra.
He turned and looked at him through his real eyes, disbelieving what was happening. Behind him the mightyena laughed. "Meet Kadabra. I met him a while back. Being immune to him, he was easy to beat, and lucky for me, he loves my body, and if he wants it, then he has to do what I say."
Abra didn't know what to do. The Kadabra must have teleported in before he tried. He couldn't escape... He in desperation used Psychic on a few more stones, trying to throw them her way so he could make a run for it, but his powers failed. The kadabra was blocking them all! The mightyena walked next to the kadabra, shaking her tail seductively. "Now little abra... Its time to play!"
The abra tensed up as he felt Psychic being used on him, the blue aura surrounding his body before it flew into the air. The Kadabra waved his hand and the abra was thrown into a tree, drawing a yelp of pain, then he threw him into the ground, his skin scraping on the roots of the trees. Before he could even get his senses back, the mightyena was upon him and bit down into his shoulder. The abra screamed in pain as her teeth pierced his flesh, drawing blood. She let go and stepped off, licking the blood from her lips and looked towards the kadabra.
Abra grabbed onto his shoulder, trying to slow the bleeding, only to be thrown into the air again, and thrown into another tree. With a sickening crack and a scream of pain his leg was shattered, but without rest, he was hurled onto the ground, hitting his head on a rock.
His head was bleeding, and so was his shoulder. His mind and vision became clouded through the pain and blood loss. He didn't even see the mightyena glance towards the kadabra and nod, causing him to step forward towards the bleeding abra with his red member proudly showing his evil intent.
He lifted the abra into the air, facing him away fromhimself. The abra was barely conscious, his blood dripping to the ground as the kadabra grabbed on to his hips tightly and pushed the abra's tail aside. The abra looked back, seeing the kadabra's red cock. He tried to struggle, but it was no use. "P-please! D-don't!" he yelled, but the kadabra turned a blind eye to him and rammed his member hard into the abra's much smaller tail-hole.
He screamed in agony as his rear was impaled upon the massive rod, but wasn't given any respite. The kadabra preceded to ram his member in and out of the abra's rear over and over again, the abra's tears of pain and haplessness meaning nothing to him. The abra tried to struggle, doing every thing he could to escape, but it only caused the kadabra the growl and thrust even harder and faster.
With on last painful thrust, he was hilted once more, and the kadabra released his hot seed into his torn innards, stinging the already painful injuries. He was dropped to the ground with a thud, his tail-hole leaking cum as the kadabra smiled and backed up. The mightyena walked in front of the abra one last time and smiled, saying, "Weakling..." before kicking dirt into his face.
The two walked away into the woods, disappearing and leaving the abra alone, bleeding, slowly losing consciousness.
The abra woke up a week later in the care of a chansey. She had found him and nursed him back to health, but once he was better left him. The abra remembered the day for the rest of his life. The injuries caused damage to a part of his brain that separated reality from his dreams while asleep. For the rest of his life he was doomed to live in waking dreams and nightmares at random.
His dreams were shattered, and he only knew one thing. He would never become a Kadabra like that monster. He would get strong on his own, without evolving. He would suffer through the nightmare, and keep going. And one day, maybe he would finally get a trainer...