{"sf1_id":28646,"sf2_id":"ewQvDzMn","title":"Stones in the Pond - Chapter One","author":"tobiasfoxx","words":4411,"posted_at":"2007-07-18T17:13:00.000Z","tags":["Abuse","Bad Language","Character Development","No-Yiff","Plot Development","Pokemon","Pregnancy","Realistic","Violence (Not In Yiff)"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/28646-stones-in-the-pond-chapter-one","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ewQvDzMn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/22/59/2259fbd4-ea2c-46ab-989f-c204a50acc45","description":"#1 of Stones in the Pond","content":"------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  \nWarning: This story may contain content that some may find offensive. If you are under  \nthe age of 18, or the legal age in your area, you should not be reading this. If you do not  \nlike Pokemon, you should not continue past this point. If the fact that this story is yiffless  \nis not to your liking, please stop now. If blatant brutality offends you, please stop now.  \nIn most other cases, please continue. This is my first story posted to YiffStar, and I  \nwould very much like some feedback.  \n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  \n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  \nPrior to reading the story, there is a bit of information that needs to be known. I don't  \nlike the world the Pokemon show is based in. It is too happy-go-lucky, the-good-guy-  \nalways-wins, all-we-need-is-love, kumbaya sickly sweet. That's not how things work.  \nSometimes the bad guy wins, sometimes the good guy doesn't get the girl, and sometimes  \nthings are just plain screwed up. That's the kind of world that I live in, and that's the kind  \nof world my stories will take place in. This is intended to be a series, so hopefully I'll get  \nsome good feedback and will post more :). Also, I've never liked the fact that every  \nsingle Pokemon comes from an egg, so the ones that deserve live births, aka the  \nmammalian ones, are born live. Also, I figure that the fact that so many kids are out there  \nwith no supervision and all, there must be a law or something that makes it so they can  \nbasically liberate themselves for the duration of their Pokemon journey, so that's how  \nthings work in my world. Other than that, I've tried to match the Pokemon world rather  \nclosely, but do bear in mind this is a fan fic, and I've taken a bit of poetic license. Enjoy,  \nand tell me what you think!  \n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  \n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  \nEdited 9 Mar 2008: Minor corrections to typos  \n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\u0026nbsp; Chapter One - Strong is What You Make It  \n  \nMy name is Kyle Nurture. I'm a Pokemon breeder. Specifically, I specialize in breeding  \nEevees and their evolutions. Kind of fits with my name, huh? I come from a family of  \nbreeders, though, so it isn't that surprising. My mother and I, unfortunately, are the only  \nNurtures left, and I don't think I'll be producing any offspring any time soon. I enjoy  \nbeing a bachelor too much, and I have my hands full enough taking care of my Pokemon  \nwithout worrying about human progeny as well.  \n  \nMy ranch sits almost perfectly centered between Route 101, Route 103, and Slateport  \nCity in the Hoenn Region. One end of my land fronts the coast, and the other three sides  \nare closed in by the surrounding forest. I have a few thousand acres all to myself and my  \nPokemon. I have it set up rather nicely to mimic as many types of environment as  \npossible so that they can all be comfortable, but a good portion is just open field. It takes  \na lot of work to maintain that much area, but I have a lot of help, so things tend to run  \npretty smoothly over all.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I have always loved Pokemon of all kinds and Eevees in particular. I think that is mostly  \nbecause my first Pokemon was an Eevee. I remember the day my mom gave her to me.  \nIt was my eighth birthday, and the littler darling was the last present brought out. She  \nbounded right up to me and knocked me flat, then proceeded to stuff her head in my pants  \npocket. I tried to push her away, but she was persistent. Eventually she emerged,  \nhowever, with the jaw breaker that had been in my pocket firmly lodged in her mouth.  \nThe jaw breaker was about half the size of her head, and she just couldn't open her mouth  \nwide enough to get it all the way in, but she also wouldn't let it go when I tried to get it  \naway from her. She licked it down to a manageable size after a few hours, but it was so  \nfunny watching her walking around with the huge thing that I couldn't keep from  \nlaughing the whole time. I named her Candi, both for her sweet tooth and because she  \nwas the sweetest thing I'd ever gotten.  \n  \nAbout a year later is when I learned several hard lessons about life and got my second  \nand third Pokemon. It was a lazy kind of day. One of those nice, pleasantly warm days  \ntowards the end of spring that lest you know the blazing heat of summer is right around  \nthe corner, but not quite here yet. Candi and I were lounging on the porch waiting for  \nsupper time to come around so that we would have something to do other than watch the  \ngrass grow. All of our chores were done, and my mom was still out in the field tending  \nto our Pokemon. There was nothing to do, and nothing we wanted to do, so we were  \nsimply relaxing and biding our time.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Suddenly, Candi leapt up, her little ears twitching, focused down the road towards town.  \nThen she did something she had never done before; she growled. I tried to see or hear  \nwhat was upsetting her, and very faintly I could discern what sounded like cries of pain.  \nI don't remember leaving the porch. I don't remember making a conscious decision to go  \nand help. All I remember is that I was suddenly running down the road as fast as I could,  \nhard on Candi's heels.  \n  \nThe dirt track was ill maintained; high grass and bushes hid what was around each turn,  \nand the uneven ground made running difficult. We could tell we were getting closer  \nthough. The cries were becoming easier to hear, and I began to make out a second voice.  \nIt sounded human. I redoubled my speed as the words became clear. Whoever he was,  \nhe was furious, slinging insult after insult at the poor Pokemon that punctuated his words  \nwith its pained screams. We finally burst around a bend into sight of the atrocity and  \nskidded to a halt, stunned by the scene that lay before us.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A tall man stood venting his rage on not one but -two- Pokemon, an Umbreon and an  \nEspeon. He had short black hair, spiked up into sharp points. His face was burning red, a  \nmask of hate and fury. He wore a long red coat over a black shirt and pants with spiked  \ncombat boots on his feet. He clutched a long, black rod in one hand, his knuckles white.  \nI watched in open-mouthed shock as the Espeon struggled to its feet only to be laid low  \nby a sweep of the cane. It made no sound as it fetched up against the side of the road,  \nblood seeping from its nose and the corner of its mouth.  \n  \n\"How DARE you humiliate me like that?!?\" the man raged. \"Get up! How DARE you  \nlose to one stupid little Pikachu?!?\" He slammed his booted foot into the Espeon's rib  \ncage hard enough to lift it into the air and send it fly8ing towards Candi and me. The  \nman turned on the immobile Umbreon before the Espeon even hit the ground. \"Get up,  \nyou fat little bitch!\" He laid a swipe across the Umbreon's flank as it lay in the dust,  \neliciting a cry of pain. \"Get up!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The horror of this... this monster was almost overwhelming. I could do nothing but  \nwatch as the scene unfolded. I glanced at the Espeon. One of its eyes was swollen shut,  \nthe other met my gaze. Its listless, hopeless expression as it looked at me, trying to rise  \nonce more, cut like a physical wound into my heart. It saw only another source of pain  \nand misery, another tormentor to tease and beat it. My attention was drawn back to the  \nUmbreon as the man knocked it sprawling yet again. It was then that I noticed the  \nUmbreon was both female and pregnant. As the man raised his foot to stomp on her  \nstomach, I felt a burning heat in the pit of my stomach. I had seen enough. A battle cry  \ntore at my throat as I launched myself at him. I was barely taller than his hip, but the  \nspeed and fury of my attack caught him by surprise. I knocked him off balance, the force  \nof my rush toppling him. I beat at him with my fists. Candi danced around, biting and  \nscratching at his exposed flesh. The world suddenly went black for a moment. When my  \nvision cleared, I saw the man standing over me, holding Candi by the scruff, slapping her  \nrepeatedly. My mouth was numb, and my hand came away with blood when I touched it.  \nI scrambled up, despite my whirling head, and ran at him again.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; This time I came around to a sharp, repetitive sting in my cheeks. The man was kneeling  \non top of me, pinning me to the ground. My entire face felt like glass, and it was hard to  \nbreathe with his weight pressing down on my much smaller body. I heard a soft  \nwhimpering and turned my head. Candi lay beside me, all four of her legs bent at odd  \nangles. Her lower half looked a kind of squished, and blood was trickling out from  \nbeneath her tail. I had only a moment to take it all in before the man grabbed my chin  \nand forced me to look up at him.  \n  \n\"Little punks like you disgust me,\" he sneered. \"You're weak. Pathetic. And you all  \nthink that life is nothing but marshmallows and light.\" His voice turned mocking. \"If  \npeople and Pokemon work together, the world can be a happy place!\" He gave a snort  \nand slapped me. \"Only the strong deserve anything, happiness included. You weren't  \neven strong enough to save yourself. What made you think you could save those two  \npathetic piles of shit, huh? Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill them both and your  \nlittle ankle biter as well. Maybe I'll even put you out of my misery afterwards.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I coughed and managed to say, \"Your Umbreon is pregnant.\"  \n  \nFrom the evil grin that crossed his features, I knew that had been the wrong thing to say.  \nHe rose and stalked over to the whimpering female. Grabbing her by the scruff, he  \ndragged her closer to me, making sure I was watching what he did. He flipped her over  \nonto her back, facing away from me. I could see blood already flowing from her genitals.  \nHe leaned in, placing one foot on her stomach to hold her still and placed the thick ball at  \nthe tip of his cane against her opening. Her feeble struggles and piteous mewls only  \nmade him laugh, savoring her pain and fear.  \n  \nHe thrust the rod into her with a grunt of effort, ripping her entrance wide, heedless of her  \ncries. Blood spattered my face as he pulled it back slightly then rammed it deeper, again  \nand again, forcing nearly a foot of the wooden shaft into her. A gush of fluid signaled his  \nentrance into her womb, but he did not stop there. He pressed inwards until she gave an  \nagonized screech then gave the rod a vicious jerk, twisting it within her as though he  \nwere stirring a pot. At the same time, he pressed downwards with his foot, forcing more  \namniotic fluids and blood out, turning the dirt to discolored mud. I couldn't even think  \nany more, I was so overcome with the sheer brutality I was witnessing. I could smell the  \nblood and taste it where a few drops had fallen in my open mouth. It was insane.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; When he felt satisfied with the destruction of her unborn kits, he lifted her on the shaft  \nand threw her over by the Espeon, who was still trying to stand. The man dropped his  \nknee onto my chest, his full weight behind it. I heard several sickening pops and fire  \nraced through my lungs. I fought back the urge to vomit, black spots and twinkles of  \nlight swirling across my vision. I felt him roll me over onto my stomach and pull both  \narms behind my back, but only vaguely. Each breath was an agony beyond any I had  \never experienced. I felt sharp pain in my wrists as thin cord bit into my flesh tight  \nenough to cut off the circulation.  \n  \nHe reentered my hazy vision, and I saw that he held a spool of fishing line in one hand.  \nHe used it to bind Candi's legs together, then rolled her into a ball and tied her neck to  \nher trussed and broken limbs. Whistling a merry tune, he meandered over to the Espeon  \nand Umbreon. He grabbed them by their tails and pulled them over near me once more,  \nthe Umbreon making pained squeaks when the end of the rod caught against the ground,  \nher voice cracked and broken from her cries.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He grabbed the rod protruding from the Umbreon and bore down on it with his foot,  \npressing a few inches out from where it entered her, while his hand pulled the end  \nupwards. She squirmed and mewled, but it only made him laugh again. The wooden  \nshaft broke at a sharp angle, as he had no doubt intended. I had little time to wonder at  \nhis purpose before he rammed it through the Espeon's side, impaling it crosswise. The  \nEspeon then gave its first and only cry that day; a soft, sharp squeak of surprise before it  \nfainted.  \n  \nHe pulled me roughly into a kneeling position. I nearly fainted from the pain this caused  \nand barely noticed as a loop of fishing line fell around my neck. I breathed as shallowly  \nas possible, watching him drag the Pokemon behind me one by one. When he was  \napparently satisfied, he came and knelt before me, taking my chin in his hand once more.  \n  \n\"Now listen closely, boy,\" he warned. \"I'm only going to explain this once. You've got  \nspirit and nerve, attacking me like that all by yourself with only that pathetic excuse for a  \nPokemon for backup. I like that. So, I'm giving you a chance to do what you wanted.  \nYou can save those two wastes of space, and maybe even your own Pokemon, if you're  \nfast enough.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He gave the loose loop around my neck a slight tug. \"This line is wrapped around your  \nEevee's neck too. A line leads from her to my Umbreon and from there to my Espeon.  \nYou'll have to drag all three of them all the way back to wherever you came from. Each  \ntime you pull on the line, however, the noose will tighten. It will slowly strangle you to  \ndeath.\" He reached behind me, and I felt a bit of line tickle my fingers. \"However, if  \nyou give that little bit a good tug before the knot gets too tight, it'll fall right off, and you  \ncan run on home to mommy. I made sure all three of them were effectively muzzled, so  \nyou're not going to get out of it by having them chew through the line. The only way  \nyou're getting out of this without strangling yourself is by leaving them here to die. I  \ndon't expect either of mine will last long, and your Eevee will probably get picked off by  \na Murcrow or something, but you'll live to see another day.  \n  \n\"Those are your choices. Die trying to save them, or leave them and save yourself.\" He  \nstood, smirking down at me. \"It would be amusing to stay and watch, but I need to find  \ntwo replacements for my team.\" He pulled a Pokeball from his belt and released an  \nAlakhazam. \"You know what to do,\" he told it. Its eyes glowed red momentarily and I  \nfelt a wrongness in my mind. I have no other way to describe it. Then it was gone, and  \nso was the man. I was alone on the dusty road, three other lives depending on me for  \nsurvival. I glanced back to see how we were connected. The line tailed back from my  \nneck to Candi's, and another was loped about her paws, leading back to the Umbreon. It  \nhad been attached to the rod that still protruded from her womb. A third length was  \nlooped about her neck and tied to either end of the shaft impaling the Espeon.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I just wanted to sit there and cry. I was in so much pain I could barely think. These three  \nPokemon were dying or soon would be, and it was up to me to save them. I was only  \nnine years old! Adults weren't supposed to act like that man had! I had never felt so  \nsmall and weak and helpless. It was nearly too much to bear. I shook my head and  \nrubbed my eyes against my shoulder as my resolve firmed. I would save them or die  \ntrying.  \n  \nI moved over to Candi, who was whimpering softly, tears running down her cheeks. I  \nused my teeth to loosen the loop around her neck, whispering soft assurances to her and  \nexplaining my plan as I worked. The pain from each movement was nearly blinding, and  \nI had to pause several times before I was through, but I knew I didn't have much time. I  \nmanaged to get enough slack in the loop to pull it over her head and put it around her  \npaws with the other one before pulling it tight again. The Umbreon was a bit trickier. I  \nwas afraid the line would come off the rod, so I pulled it free and turned her around,  \nattaching it to her forepaws. The line around her neck went around her hind paws. That  \ndone, I tugged on the line trailing against my fingers. The loop around my neck fell free.  \nMy hands were beginning to go numb, and I was afraid of losing my grip on the lead, so I  \ntwined it around my fingers several times and clasped my hands together.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Get ready,\" I wheezed, returning to my place at the head of the line and preparing  \nmyself. This was going to hurt worse than anything, for all of us. I wanted to pass out  \njust thinking about it. I began to tremble slightly as I sat kneeling there in front of the  \nthree. Doubt crept into my mind, and fear. I could see myself lying beside the road,  \nbarely a skeleton, picked clean by Spearow and Murcrow, three smaller skeletons behind  \nme. Even shallow breaths felt like shards of glass in my lungs. I was not sure if I could  \nmake it all the way home, and I was afraid it might be pointless to try, but I shook my  \nhead and thrust myself to my feet. I nearly fainted from the waves of nausea and sheer  \nagony that washed through me, but I managed to steady myself, telling the others, \"Here  \nwe go.\"  \n  \nI took off as fast as I could. I heard the cries of pain as the slack was pulled tight, and  \naggravated injuries were further worsened. They were drowned out by the sudden roar in  \nmy ears as my lungs instinctively pulled in a gasp of air. My vision blanked out. I  \ncouldn't feel anything. Then my lungs emptied in a rush. I heard a scream and only  \nrealized it was coming from my own throat a few seconds later. I tasted dirt in my  \nmouth, gritty against my tongue and teeth. I didn't wait for the pain to subside, pushing  \nmyself back up, running again before I was even fully upright. I nearly fell again,  \nstumbling down the road, but I managed somehow to keep my balance.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I don't remember much else besides a red haze of complete physical misery. I have no  \nidea how long it took me. I only remember stumbling into my home and falling heavily  \nagainst the wall intercom. It was still several hours until dinner, and my mother was still  \nout tending to our Pokemon. I heard her voice through the speaker, but I couldn't make  \nout the words. A dull, blank, noiseless rush blanketed my ears as I lay gasping. I  \ncouldn't draw in breaths deep enough to sate my body's demands. Darkness slowly  \nspread from the edge of my vision to cover the world. I had made it, but still I had failed.  \n  \nI came to slowly. I felt groggy and weak. A soft beeping caught my attention and I  \nlooked around. There was a machine with a squiggly green line trailing across its screen  \nin time with the beeps. I realized that I must be in a hospital. I felt a soft stirring against  \nmy side and looked down. Candi lay nestled on my stomach, all four of her legs in casts.  \nThe Umbreon was snuggled up to me on my left and the Espeon on my right. Both  \nlooked almost like mummies, they had so many bandages, and all three wore protective  \ncones to keep them from picking at their wounds.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Relief washed over me. I felt a sting in my eyes, and my vision clouded. I wept silently  \nso as not to wake them. They had survived. Each sob stung my chest, but that didn't  \nmatter. I had won out. I had beaten him and proven him wrong. He was wrong! I vowed  \nthat I would prove it to him personally one day. I would find him and teach him a lesson  \nthat he would never forget. I wanted to hurt him, maybe kill him. I had never felt such  \nhatred. I wanted him to suffer for every person and Pokemon he had ever harmed.  \n  \nMy train of thought was derailed by a soft sound near my navel. Candi was awake. She  \ncrawled up my body to nuzzle my face, and I pulled the cone off of her the hugged her  \ntight as I dared, mindful of both our injuries. I could no longer keep silent and soon felt  \ntwo more muzzles seeking to comfort me, followed by a pair of arms as my mother sat on  \nthe edge of the bed and pulled me into her lap, holding all four of us as she cried with me.  \n  \nWhen we had all calmed down, and I had removed to cones from the other two, she  \nexplained what had happened after I passed out at the house. She had felt something was  \nwrong, she said, when she got no response on the intercom from me and had rushed  \nhome. She had gotten us all to help as fast as possible. Candi and the other two had been  \ntreated at the Pokemon Center, but as soon as they were able to move on their own they  \nhad made it obvious that they would stay no longer. She had brought them to see me, and  \nno one had been able to make them leave afterwards. They had nearly attacked one of  \nthe nurses when she tried to shoo them out. My mother had stayed as much as she could,  \nbut she was glad to have those three watching over me the few times she had been forced  \nto leave. I had been in the hospital for two weeks, half the time in a near comatose state,  \nthe other half sedated to let my ribs heal.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She called the police not too long after I woke up, and Officer Jenny came down to take  \nmy statement. I told her everything that had happened, but when it came time to describe  \nthe man, my mind went blank, nor could I remember his Alakhazam. It was only when I  \nthought about it to myself afterwards that I could remember, and I realized what the  \nwrongness must have been. They had done something to my memory to keep from  \ngetting caught. It made me all the more determined to find him myself and make him  \npay.  \n  \nI was released from the hospital a few days later. I named the Espeon Psylash and the  \nUmbreon Darkling. The two never let me out of their sight for the whole time we were  \nrecovering. We went back for check-ups every week, and the doctors finally gave me a  \nclean bill of health after about a month. Candi, Darkling, and Psylash had to go for half a  \nyear more due to their internal injuries, but they too were eventually deemed fit and  \nhealthy.  \n  \nIt was then that I told my mom that I had decided to go on a Pokemon journey. I had  \nnever spoken of becoming a trainer before, and she was surprised to say the least. She  \nhad assumed that I would simply continue on with her breeding and raising Pokemon on  \nthe ranch. As much as she tried to dissuade me, however, I was determined to go. I had  \nreasons I couldn't explain to her, but the ones I gave her were enough that she finally  \nagreed and even offered to help. I spent the next three years learning everything there  \nwas to know about Pokemon, training Candi, Darkling, Psylash, and myself as well. By  \nthe time I turned twelve, I felt we were ready to take on the world. It wasn't long before I  \nlearned just how wrong I was.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  \nWell, I hope you liked it. The next installment -will- have some yiff in it, for those of  \nyou who only look for that kind of thing, but rest assured, it will not be a yiffy story. It  \nwill be a story that happens to contain yiff. It will also likely contain a good bit of  \nviolence, though hopefully not quite so brutal as this one. I can't say for certain,  \nunfortunately. I go where the story takes me, and try not to argue too much. Inspiration  \nis a fickle mistress, jealous of others toying with her creations. When I mess with what  \ncomes to me too much, the well dries up and I have to find something else to write.  \nPlease send me feedback at [[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) , and please put the title of the story  \nin the subject line so I don't delete it off hand. Thanks for reading!  \n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Stones in the Pond","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/45537-stones-in-the-pond-chapter-two.json"}}