Stones in the Pond - Chapter Five
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Stones in the Pond - Chapter Five
Author: Tobias Foxx
Title: Stones in the Pond
Part: Chapter 5
Universe: Pokemon
Summary: Kyle meets another Pokemon "lover"
Keywords: Pokemon, nc, mf, oral, fight, beast, zoo, abuse, plot
Prior to reading the story, there is a bit of information that needs to be known. I don't like
the world the Pokémon show is based in. It is too happy-go-lucky, the-good-guy-always-
wins, all-we-need-is-love, kumbaya sickly sweet. That's not how things work. Sometimes
the bad guy wins, sometimes the good guy doesn't get the girl, and sometimes things are
just plain screwed up. That's the kind of world that I live in, and that's the kind of world
my stories will take place in. This is intended to be a series, so hopefully I'll get some
good feedback and will post more :). Also, I've never liked the fact that every single
Pokémon comes from an egg, so the ones that deserve live births, aka the mammalian
ones, are born live. Also, I figure that the fact that so many kids are out there with no
supervision and all, there must be a law or something that makes it so they can basically
liberate themselves for the duration of their Pokémon journey, so that's how things work
in my world. Other than that, I've tried to match the Pokémon world rather closely, but do
bear in mind this is a fanfic, and I've taken a bit of poetic license. Enjoy, and tell me what
you think.
Miscalculations
There are a lot of bad people in the world. I've had the misfortune to meet more than my
fair share. There are plenty of good ones too, but I sometimes think there are far too few
of them to outweigh the opposition. Perhaps I'm just a pessimist. I've learned over the
years that you can't just view the world in terms of black and white. Sometimes the right
thing to do is wrong, and sometimes to get the right outcome you have to do the wrong
thing. It's a screwed up world. I recall, for instance, the first person I met when I began
my Pokemon journey.
I had been on the road for about a week, heading towards Slateport. It was the nearest
city and the largest I knew of, so I figured it would be a good place to get some hands on
experience as a newly minted Pokemon Trainer. I remember, I kept pulling out my
badge holder and flipping it open to stare at the empty slots, imagining the sparkly little
trinkets that would eventually nestle there. Psylash, Darkling, and Candi were all in high
spirits, just as I was. We were finally off to adventure, off to see the world, off to find
our destinies and achieve greatness! We were taking the first steps to setting things right
and settling an old score. That was a second reason I was going to Slateport. I had no
idea where to find the red-coated maniac I intended to hunt down. It was logical that the
largest city would lend the largest chance of finding a lead.
It was evening on the sixth day of my trek when I met the first of many trainers along my
path. I was looking for a likely camping spot along the way when my trio perked up their
ears and looked back down the path. All I could see was a black spot on the trail and a
surrounded by a small dust cloud. Less than a minute later, I realized it was someone
riding a speed bike. Less than a minute after that, whoever it was had zipped right past
me, leaving me hacking and coughing. When the air had cleared, I saw him a few dozen
yards down the trail, propping his bike up with one leg as he appraised me with a critical
eye. I returned his regard in kind, trying to look older than I really was.
He was about six inches taller than I with dark hair that fell to his shoulders, held back by
a red bandana, and blue eyes. He wore a pair of khaki cargo shorts, a red vest over a
black tee, and a pair of well-broken hiking boots. On his back, a rather travelworn pack
hung from one strap, pockets bulging with items I could only guess at. He was armed
with a Pokenav on his wrist and a Pokedex on his belt, along with six Pokeballs,
doubtless holding his battle team. Everything about him screamed experience. I, on the
other hand, was a blatant newbie. From my sparkling new clothes to my rather empty
backpack to my obvious lack of a full team. The sly smirk that crossed his lips told the
story.
"Where ya headed?" he inquired in an offhandedly friendly manner, his gaze falling to
my companions. "Slateport?"
"Yeah." Not the most brilliant response of my life. "I wanted to check out the trainers
there and see about starting my Gym Circuit."
With practiced ease, he dismounted and popped the kickstand into place, taking a few
strides in my direction. "Howzabout I give you a little taste of things yet to come?" His
eyes locked on something behind me and he gave a sharp whistle. "Get a move on!
We've got a battle here!"
Glancing back once more, I saw a charmeleon running towards us. It passed by and
slumped into the dirt at his feet, for which ungracious entrance it received a nudge with
his toe.
"C'mon, up and at 'em. We're gonna show this newbie how things work on the road." It
pushed itself up and took a few deep breaths before turning to face us.
"Char!" it offered, taking a battle stance. I looked none too ready to fight, however.
"Why don't we wait until your charmeleon's had time to rest?" I suggested. "Why'd you
have it running behind you anways?"
He crossed his arms over his chest with a deprecating shake of his head. "The road's
tough, newbie. You won't always be at your best when a battle comes your way. You
won't always be rested and well fed. You won't always have a full team at your side, and
you won't always have the luxury of preparation. You don't always have even the League
regs in play. Not everyone follows them, though most of those serious about the Circuit
do." He popped the faceplate of his Pokenav and directed its sensor towards me. "So,
are we gonna battle or should I credit your forfeit?"
He made sense, I had to admit, and obviously took his training far more seriously than I
had. My studied and theoretical approach seemed almost cavalier in contrast. Still, it
seemed rather cruel to fight his charmeleon in its obviously exhausted state, so I offered
up an alternative.
"Why don't we do a double?"
He grinned, flipping his 'Nav closed. "I don't think you're ready for that, newbie. But I'll
give you a taste of Road Rules, if you want." At my blank expression, he continued. "No
time limit, no field limit, no move limits."
I shrugged my acceptance. "Alright, should we back up a bit?"
"Nah, this'll be enough space. Who ya usin?"
"My espeon, I guess."
"Alrighty, Flare, use Iron Tail!"
And just like that, the match was begun. I was caught off guard by the suddenness of his
charmeleon's charge, but sent off a mental command to Psylash. The gem on his
forehead winked in time with his response, and he dashed forward to meet his opponent.
He leapt upwards to avoid the attack, rippling energy around him to catch and focus the
sunlight in a Flash. Momentarily blinded, the charmeleon stumbled to a stop, blinking as
it tried to focus.
"Behind you, Flare!"
His call came too late. Psylash landed a solid Headbutt against the charmeleon's back,
knocking it to the ground, before dashing out of range then coming back for another.
Flare was ready for it, though, rolling out of the way and landing a Slash down Psylash's
side. He let out a cry of pain and put a bit of space between them. The pair squared off,
circling slowly.
"Quick Attack!" my opponent called out.
The charmeleon struck only at empty space, however. I had saved up my allowance for
months to get a single TM. It was a move every guide said was infinitely useful but one
that espeon's didn't learn naturally. Flare's confusion was therefore understandable when
Psylash executed a perfectly timed Teleport, leaving the charmeleon to stumble to a halt
in the space he had just occupied. Unfortunately, it was also left wide open. Flare ate a
second mouthful of dirt as Psylash slammed her with another Headbutt.
"Time to end this," my adversary growled. "Flare, use Fire Spin!"
We countered with Confusion. Psylash's eyes shimmered with a purple sheen for a
moment, quickly fading as the charmeleon's took on the same cast. It stumbled back with
a startled shout then fell onto its back, scrabbling at the air above it as though pinned by a
larger opponent. Psylash dashed in to land half a dozen Bites while Flare fought invisible
enemies before the trainer called the match.
"Alright, alright, enough!" he cried, dashing forward to scoop up his Pokemon. I called
back Psylash and she calmed, gazing up at him with piteous shame. "It's okay, girl," he
soothed, rubbing her stomach as he cradled her. "I guess I underestimated him."
My 'Nav let out a beep as it registered the victory and siphoned some of his credits into
my no longer empty account. I was amazed to see I had won nearly ten thousand Poke.
He checked his own and let out a curse.
"Maaaan... I was saving up for a new evolution stone..." He juggled Flare as he
approached with extended hand. "My name's Tony Hunter."
"Kyle Nurture," I answered as we shook. "Is Flare gonna be okay?"
"Yeah, I got a super potion in my pack. Second pocket on the left side, if you wouldn't
mind?" I obligingly pulled it out as he set his charmeleon down. "Nurture, huh? Like
Nurture Ranch?" I nodded. "Man... I should've known. No way a regular newbie would
have an espeon and umbreon. No way."
With a huff and not a little grumbling, he proceeded to liberally slather the curative salve
over his injured companion while I checked on my own. Psylash had a pretty bad cut
from the Slash he took, but Tony passed me the Super Potion. A few spritzes had him
healing nicely, so the rest went to Flare. I made sure he held still while the nanites
activated and stitched him back together. My compatriot did not apply the spray directly
for the most part, like I had. Instead, he sprayed it on a rather dingy cloth which he then
rubbed all over Flare, except for a few of the deeper Bites. Those got the direct
treatment.
"Something they don't tell you in the guidebooks," he explained once he was done. "For
general rejuvenation, Potions work best when applied in an even layer. You should only
really spray deep wounds unless you're in a hurry."
We spent an awkward few moments in silence as our Pokemon recuperated, until he said,
"Well... I guess you're lookin for a spot to spend the night? If you wanna borrow my
bike, I know a place a bit further down the road."
"Sure, but what about you?"
"I got a spare," he replied, setting his pack down and popping open one of the larger
pockets. He removed what appeared to be a jumble of connected metal bars. With
amazing speed, however, he assembled them into an Acro bike. By the time he was done
pumping the tires, Flare was ready to go.
"That's pretty cool," I commented admiringly. "I wish I had a bike."
"Well, wait til you get to Slateport. There's a shop there. You can get one. Use mine
until then. We're headed in the same direction, we might as well travel together. Who
knows? We might even get to do a doubles if we're lucky."
It was all rather exciting. Unfortunately, I had never ridden a bicycle before. After a few
false starts, however, I got myself into a wobbly rhythm at a slightly-faster-than-walking
pace. Tony kept beside me, showing off the whole time by popping wheelies and doing
other tricks. With his coaching, I just about had the hang of it by the time we pulled off
the trail. The spot he had told me about was a small stand of trees overlooking a
flowered field. While I set up our tents, he gathered firewood, and we soon hand a very
comfy camp. We shared a meal consisting of fire-roasted weenies and some of his trail
bread then sat watching the stars come out.
"I can't believe I got busted by a newbie," he chuckled.
Candi and Flare were playfully tussling on the other side of the fire whilst Psylash and
Darkling played hide and seek out in the field, occasionally popping up above the long
stalks to snap at a firefly. Tony pulled out his badge holder and popped it open,
displaying five badges that glistened in the firelight.
"Man... I'll never live this down."
"Well..." I considered his position for a moment before continuing. "I wasn't planning
on bragging about it."
"No kiddin?" He glanced at me sidelong. "You wont' tell anyone?"
"Not if you wanna keep it between us."
He nodded slowly, then peeled the first badge from its slot and offered it to me. "Here.
You'd get this easy as pie anyways. Might as well save yourself a trip."
I marveled at the tiny ornament. "Really? Are you sure? Can we even do that?"
He snapped his case closed and pocketed it, then forcibly set the badge in my hand.
"Yes, really. I can always get another one. And yes, it's League legal. You can
challenge any trainer for his badges. It's just not that smart a move. After all, if they can
beat the gym leaders to get them, they're probably stronger than you. Easier to go tackle
the Gym Leaders than try to snag badges from other trainers."
Still in awe of my good fortune, I slipped the badge into my own case. My 'Nav bleeped
confirmation that it accepted the badge as valid. "Wow... Thanks! I dunno what to say!"
"Just keep your mouth shut and we'll call it even." His eyes fell back to the field and his
brow furrowed. "Is it just me, or are your Pokemon getting frisky out there?"
I followed his gaze and double-checked through the link I shared with them and blushed
furiously. "Um... yeah." I had been so caught up I hadn't even noticed. Candi had,
though. She was nuzzling at the erection that tented my shorts as Flare looked on with
curiosity. I shooed her away with a silent chastisement, and dropped my hand into my
lap to hide it.
"Hey, no worries, Kyle," Tony calmed me, though there was a slightly nervous edge to
his voice. "It's all natural, right? No reason to be embarrassed about it. If it gets you
goin, no reason to hide it, right?"
"Wh-whadda ya mean?" I inquired, giving Candi a bap on the nose to shoo her away a
second time. The hurt look she gave me made me feel even worse.
"I mean, um, y'know. Psychic Pokemon get in your head, I hear. S-so you can sense
them and, like, feel what they feel, kinda."
"Uh, yeah, th-that's right!" I stuttered, noticing suddenly that he had a pup tent of his
own. "Um... Wh-what... What about you?"
"I... I, uh..." Flare had moved to his side and settled against it in the mean time. "Well...
Ah, fuck it. Look, I mean, if you... Um..."
"You, uh... Like Pokemon?" I ventured, glancing down at Candi and offering her a
consoling pet. She accepted with a soft mewl, sending mental inquiries and
chastisements of her own.
"Er... Yeah." He glanced at me then back out to the field. "You?"
"Um... Yeah. I, uh..."
He turned back to me, deadly serious. "A lot? I mean, a LOT?"
"Yeah. I... I really love Candi." My blush deepened at the admittance. "Really."
"Good. That's good." He glanced around swiftly as he shifted with discomfort. "Then...
do you mind if... I mean, you can't be very comfortable either..."
"Er... right here? Together?" I had never heard of anyone else having the same kind of
relationship as I had with Candi. Somewhere in my head it was implanted as WRONG,
but I had rationalized that it couldn't be wrong if we both loved each other. I was rather
amazed.
"Why not?" He shrugged. "Not like I'm gonna brag about it."
I thought a moment, then nervously unzipped my fly and fished out my erect shaft.
Candi pounced on it immediately, lapping along my freed length with urgency. Tony
quickly followed suit with a sigh of relief. I noticed with further embarrassment that he
was much larger than I, which earned me an arrogant grin when he took note. Candi
continued to lap vigorously at my length, pulling a few soft moans of pleasure from me
and a foretaste of the treat she would eventually earn. Tony, meanwhile, crooked a finger
at Flare and beckoned her over. She approached somewhat reluctantly, which seemed
odd to me, but obediently settled between his legs and took his length between her claws.
I watched amazed as she began to stroke along his length with those agile digits, much as
he would have done himself, her thick tongue slithering against the head of his shaft.
Candi followed my gaze and made a rather poor attempt at imitation. Eevees don't have
hands, after all. I petted her between the ears by way of consolation as we continued to
watch Tony and Flare.
He had leaned back, legs spread wide around Flare, hands supporting him as he let out
soft moans. After a few minutes of preparation, she bent her head down to wrap her lips
around the first inch of him, hands continuing to stroke as her cheeks hollowed with
suction. Candi imitated the last, if not the first, and soon had my toes curling from her
tongue running over my tip, caressing the ridge beneath my head. It took all my will
power to hold back at the new sensation, but Tony was a practiced pro at this as well. He
was only just getting warmed up and urged Flare to continue. The charmeleon obliged by
beginning to bob her head up and down. She was able to take most of his six inches into
her blunt muzzle, leaving only an inch or two at the base to her hands. Her pace slowly
increased with Tony's breathing. I myself was only able hold out for a slurp or two
before blowing my load. Candi sucked it down with obvious pleasure, enjoying the salty
taste and radiating happiness at having given me such elation.
It left us free to watch the rest of the show. So, we were both paying rather close
attention when Tony's hand came from behind his back to rest atop Flare's head, and we
were both equally appalled when he forced it down onto his shaft until her nose met his
groin. He held her there for several moments, her eyes bugging as she gagged and
choked, releasing her only to plunge her down once more. If not for the obvious
discomfort the act caused her, I would have thought nothing of it. She did not even
attempt to fight back, hands falling against her sides as she let him choke her time and
time again. After a few minutes of this, he shifted to kneel in front of her then resumed
pulling her against him, the new angle allowing him to literally fuck her face, hips
pistoning against her with bruising force. When he finally came, he held her tight against
him, forcing her to swallow or drown, pressing her away at the last to let some of his
spunk splash against her face and chest.
She fell onto her back, panting and crying softly, radiating unhappiness so forcefully that
I could feel it even with Psylash out in the field. My penis had withered at the show, but
Tony was ready for more. Without even a warming her up, he scooted up to Flare and
plunged himself into her cleft, heedless of her pained cry. Candi's amorousness died as
well as Tony pumped himself into Flare. Neither of us knew the word rape, had never
heard of it and would not have understood if we had, but we were being treated to a first
class demonstration. This was very, very wrong, but neither of us knew what to do. I
had no experience in this kind of situation. If he had been simply assaulting her, I would
have done by best to beat him senseless. This was something different, and I was at a
loss. She just lay limp and unresisting beneath him, letting out weak cries while he did
his best imitation of a jackhammer.
When at last he finished his second round, I was zipped and doing my best to pretend that
the fire was the most interesting thing in the world, Candi snuggled protectively in my
lap. I could feel Psylash and Darkling making their way back, upset by the feelings I was
inadvertently projecting, and I let them see the cause in my mind. I was unprepared for
the wave of volatile rage that slammed back at me. Candi and I let out twin gasps of
shock and fear. Tony turned to us with a start and followed our gaze, straining his eyes in
the twilight to see what danger might be coming our way. He saw nothing but my
Pokemon racing up the path from the field and so shrugged and proceeded to clean
himself up, leaving Flare where she lay.
Psylash and Darkling were beyond anger, beyond fury. The force of their emotion, the
sheer heat of their sudden unreasoning hatred seared at my mind and brought tears to my
eyes. I could barely keep from flinging myself at Tony and tearing him to shreds myself,
and I felt Candi trembling in my lap. It was a terrible thing that I struggled to throw off.
It touched on my own feelings, recalling to me the shared dream of the espeon's torture.
Then I -did- understand and felt my own anger threatening to bubble over. Still, this was
not the way things must be handled. With Red Coat, things were different. He was
untouchable in any meaningful way; untrackable, untraceable, unknowable. Tony, on the
other hand, was very easily tracked and trapped.
As much as it went against my every instinct, we could not take on Tony ourselves.
There was no telling what his team consisted of nor how strong they were. He could
have a dragonite and a gyarados for all we knew, an agron, a metagros. There was also
no doubt that if we attacked him, he would throw everything he had at us with no
compunctions. It was obvious that he cared not a bit for his own Pokemon other than for
what they could do for him. I had no doubt he trained all of his Pokemon as hard as he
could, pushing them until they broke and then pushing yet more. It made me sick inside
to realize it, and I hated him, but I refused to put my own friends in danger just to hurt
him. No, we would have to wait, go with him to Slateport and give him over to Officer
Jenny. As much as it rankled, we had no choice.
Psylash and Darkling did not see it that way, but I was able to stop them. I knew that
they would be angry with -me- for it, but I drew out a pair of Pokeballs and caught them in
the red glare as they entered the camp, imprisoning them in the nebulous confines. The
haze of rage faded slowly, but I got it under control as quickly as I could. Tony was
looking at me funny, but I gave him a weak smile and explained that I really got caught
up in my Pokemons' feelings sometimes. He shrugged and dug a small tent out of his
pack, setting it up in short order. I had not yet used my own and was too weary from the
wash of emotion to bother unpacking it to try, so I just lay back and let my pack cradle
my head, drifting into a troubled slumber. I woke sometime during the night to hear
Flare's soft cries once more, coming from inside the tent, and I did my best to ignore
them and get back to sleep, but I was unable to do so until they quieted.
In the morning, I was groggy and still mentally exhausted, but did my best to act
normally as we broke camp and headed on our way. Tony let me continue to borrow his
bike and we made good time toward Slateport. He chatted about this and that along the
way, mostly inanities that required no comment. What caught my attention was the
mention of an "underground" club that catered to people with "our" interest in Pokemon.
People like "us" went there and could rent a Pokemon for some "fun" or for their own
Pokemon to "play" with. It was expensive, he said, but worth it. I made mental note to
find it after I had dumped Tony off with Officer Jenny. That kind of establishment I
would have no problem trashing and it would assuage Darkling and Psylash.
I made an excuse to stop by the police station that sounded flimsy even to me, but Tony
took little notice. He was eager to hit up the Vulpix Hole, as he called it, and waited
outside whilst I went in. Officer Jenny stood at the desk, just like always, but when she
asked me what she could do, my voice failed and I broke down into tears. I did not have
time for this, I told myself; I had to tell her before Tony became suspicious, but they
would not stop. It took several minutes before I got myself under control and managed to
gabble out my story. I made no mention of my own affairs with Candi. I knew Tony
would probably say something, but I had to hope they would chalk it down to mud
slinging.
When I was done and calmed, Officer Jenny strode outside and came back in shortly
dragging a trussed and gagged Tony. She was none too gentle, her own anger evident in
the set of her expression, but she dutifully read him his rights before shoving him into a
cell. I had to stay a while longer to give my statement and had to agree to stay in town
for a few days. I told her that I would be staying at the Pokecenter for the night and
would let her know about any other arrangements I made. She asked me to take Flare
and Tony's other Pokemon along with me, and I agreed. Nurse Joy did not ask any
questions, and I guessed that Officer Jenny had phoned ahead. She took the Pokeballs
from me and showed me into one of the recovery rooms to sleep.
I let Psylash and Darkling out then, and nearly got jumped. They were furious with me,
almost as much as they had been with Tony, though it was tinged again with the feeling
of betrayal. I explained to them as best I could why I had done things the way I had, but
it was only when I mentioned the Vulpix Hole and my plans for it that their anger cooled
to a low rolling boil. It was past midnight before we finally went to sleep. Again, my
dreams were troubled, horrible images of what we might find floating through my mind.
In the morning, we set out on the first steps of what was to become a crusade against
human cruelty and abuse towards Pokemon everywhere.