Absol
#1 of Above All Odds
Warning, there's sex here, and pokemon don't belong to me.
Okay, must give props to Draco Pheonix for the names Storm and Flara and props to Lady_Shandi for the name Juno. They named the characters but they are still mine.
Above All Odds
Chapter 1: Absol.
"Hmm, hmm. Only me." Mark whispered quietly thinking of where he had gotten himself. He looked over the form resting near him, close to the opening of the tent. The absol he had caught that day was resting peacefully. Mark had no idea whether it was male or female and was wondering weather or not to wake it up so that he could find out.
He had an idea. Focusing on the creature before him, Mark looked deeper then the visible body of his pokemon, searching for its aura. Now, many a man had wasted away their lives searching for ways on how to control aura and never had a human even dreamed of having the ability to control it as well as Mark could, which is what made him special. As his mind focused on the sleeping figure, a fait glow began to emanate from it. Mark took the opportunity and reached out, putting a gentle hand on its side.
Before he knew it, Mark was on his back with a very angry looking absol standing on his thighs and arms, claws extended. Its expression softened as it seemed to realize it was it's trainer it was about to kill. Slowly, it climbed off him, whining apologetically. Mark smiled.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have woken you." He said as the absol gave him a sideways look of confusion. It shook its head and began apologizing in poketongue, but it was off. Mark heard pieces of it in his own language and the usual absol cries. He waved his hands in the air to silence it, which it did immediately as it bowed its head. "Give me a second to think here." He said, knowing from the sound of the pokemon's voice that it was female. She kept her eyes on her paws, waiting for another command.
Mark remembered something a Lucario had told him about this kind of a situation. He focused on the feel of the absol's voice rather then the sound of it. He envisioned its aura again, trying to concentrate on her personality, this being difficult since they had practically just met. It took him a second, be he could soon feel her presence much better and decided now was a time, if any, to try.
"Okay, try again." Mark urged the confused looking absol in front of him.
"Alright, I was saying that I apologize for jumping on you, Master." She said calmly, eyes growing wide at his next statement.
"There's no need to be sorry, I was the one who woke you up. Besides, why call me 'Master'?" He asked.
"You... You can understand me?" She replied, an expression of shock and excitement etched into her face.
"Yes, yes I can. Anyways, why call me Master? I don't own you or anything. Besides, you came along willingly." He told her, as a pensive expression replaced the complete shock paired with excitement she was showing.
"Well, you did capture me. Even if I was willing, it still makes you my master. I hope it doesn't offend you..." She replied, her voice trailing at the end.
"No, not at all." Mark said casual tone, smiling broadly.
That was a year ago. Today, the two are an inseparable pair. They never leave each other's side for any reason. Mark's mother, as an only mother, did worry since after he gained the ability to speak not only to his absol, but to other pokemon as well, he stopped really associating with other human beings except her, Officer Jenny, and Nurse Joy. The only reason, according to Mark, that he interacts with this select group is because they have necessary skills that come in handy.
Mark's mother, surprisingly, had taken a pokemon for a mate and didn't want her son to make the same mistake. She had mothered the son of a Lucario, not that the son knew. He had left soon after his birth, not to be seen again, and left her broken hearted as an only mother. She was worried that he may have taken his absol as a mate, and she worried that the same thing would happen to him.
Mark had caught several other pokemon after he caught Storm, his absol. She was named Storm because of her Razor Winds attack, which was the strongest of any absol's. Flara, Mark's blaziken, was given her name after becoming separated from him and using an overcharged flamethrower to show him her position. Mark had also acquired and unusually tall Lopunny, who he named Emily since the name just fit her happy, loving personality.
Cathy, Mark's mom, was wrong though. The pair never thought about each other that way. But there are circumstances that force people to think, and right now, the pair was in one of them. Currently, Mark and his pokemon were trying to get away from a trap sent by some of team Magma's cronies. They were after Fraya, Mark's blaziken, because she could talk, and Storm, his absol, because she was extremely powerful. Now, Mark did have the ability to control and manipulate aura and he could even cannel many of his pokemon's attack, but in the current situation, the M cronies would chase him down even more often if he showed them his abilities.
Now, on to the fight and ensuing hospitalization.
"Flara, Nova Flamethrower! Storm, Nuclear Shadow Ball!" Mark yelled as his two pokemon jumped ahead of him. They landed as Strom charged up her attack first, the shadow ball growing to be almost twice her size. "Fire!" He yelled, passing them. Flara just raised her arms and launched an extremely powerful flamethrower attack that followed up the shadow ball. Both of them collided with the APC the M cronies were in, completely obliterating it and sending the occupants into the surrounding brush of the forest they were running in.
The pokemon tuned and were surprised to see their master with a gun to his head. "Now you'll come with us or your trainer gets it, understand?" The M Crony said, pressing the muzzle of the gun harder to Mark's head to make his point. He still didn't seem very confident.
And for good reason too as Storm and Flara smiled. They knew what was coming. "Bad move, reject!" Mark yelled as he pulled his arms free of his captor's, grabbed the sides of his neck, pulled the crony over his body, and slammed it full force into the ground in font of him. Mark brought up his fist as it began to glow and slammed it down on the crony's chest, knocking him out, or so he though.
"C'mon, let's go." Mark called out as he stood and turned around. As he started to begin running again, he felt something hit him in the back and heard a scream, and then everything went black.
Mark awoke to the familiar feeling of being on a hospital bed, bandaged up, and aching badly. He coughed and groaned as he opened his eyes to see a white blur running at him from the side of the bed he was on. Mark quickly closed his eyes in an attempt to block the pain that he was sure was coming. However, the pain didn't come, just immense warmth and comfort from whatever had just landed on top of him.
Mark opened his eyes to find that Strom was clinging to his body while Flara was cradling his head in her arms, pressing her now noticeable breasts against his face as his nose slipped into her cleavage.
Mark just didn't bother to say anything as he was embraced by his pokemon because of how delightful it felt. He couldn't hear anything either for his ears were ringing almost painfully. Both of his girls were nuzzling his neck affectionately as he let out a pleasurable moan, obviously satisfying the two over-affectionate women as they loosened their impossible-to-escape-alive grip. The moment was short lived, however. Mark groaned unsatisfactorily as they both released him and Nurse Joy replaced their positions in his view.
Nurse Joy seemed to roll her eyes at him as she used a number if instruments to take several readings. Mark's hearing was returning to him at last so she could finally communicate. "You know, my pokemon were far more comfortable then these things you keep sticking me with." He said with a rather irritated tone to his voice, but not enough so to be rude.
"Really? I imagined that would have been quite painful." She replied to him, sticking him with a particularly large needle. Suddenly, a white blur replaced his field of vision. A welcome change of scenery.
"If Master prefers me here, then I'm staying put." The fuzzy white creature from atop him said defiantly.
Mark chuckled. "She said..."
"I understood what she said; I just can't believe she can speak!" Nurse Joy exclaimed, cutting him off, leaving him breath-taken.
Storm looked down at him with her beautifully sparkling crimson eyes and licked his nose. "I got Flara to teach me, since I thought it might be easier for you to hear me if it was in your native tongue." She said lovingly, nuzzling his face. Mark brought his hands up to the sides of hers and stroked her cheeks affectionately.
"Well, you're good to go, Mark. I'm just amazed that your blaziken had an alakazam use recover while in physical contact with you, and then that the ability transferred into you and healed up the bullet wound without any problems what so ever. You may leave when you wish." Nurse Joy said as her usual calm demeanor returned, leaving the room.
"Are you feeling okay, Master?" Storm asked with a worried expression. This was a first. Before any of this, Storm would have had her own composure as she would stand over his body protectively. Now, however, she was upset over a silly little gunshot wound, lovingly nuzzling his face and laying on him in an attempt to sooth him.
"It was just a bullet." Mark replied, gently stroking the side of her face. She leaned into the soft caress, murring happily to hear him again. After a moment, she pulled back and looked him in the eyes again.
"But Master, it nearly hit your heart, lung, and spinal column. Or at least that's what Nurse Joy said." Strom replied, gently licking his cheek.
"You could have been killed." Flara informed him, resting one of her clawed hands on his shoulder as she walked up beside the bed. "This one hasn't left your side since we got here. She rarely ate too. But I'm just glade you've awoken, Master." She said, motioning to Storm. Again, this surprised Mark. Flara, too, would have kept her peace in a moment like this, but here she was, looking him over from head to toe, or at least at what was visible around the pile of fur that was his absol, worried expression on her face. Mark was beginning to think that the M cronies had gotten his pokemon and replaced them with these two, or that they went insane somehow.
Mark sat up, taking Storm with him so that her rear rested on his muscled thighs. "I wouldn't die, I'd miss you all too much." He said getting up all the way with Flara's help, resting Storm on the bed. More concern, how confusing, "I'm fine, really." He said to Flara. She backed off and stood next to Storm, who was watching him intently. Again, there was immense concern from them and Mark began to wonder if these were really his pokemon.
Mark stood in the middle of the room and went through a series of martial arts stretches, making sure he both got all the kinks out of his muscles and keep himself in view of his over-protective pokemon. "You two," He started, going into a one-palmed handstand and continued: "Can be so defensive for me sometimes."
"Would you expect any less?" Flara questioned, stepping up to help him balance as she gently grasped one of his ankles to steady him.
"Actually, yes. I figured you would be annoyed." He stated, eyes locking with Storm's. No one moved as she gazed into his hazel stare while time seemed to stop. She quickly looked away as soon as she was aware that that a minute had passed, blushing furiously.
"We couldn't ever be annoyed with you unless -you- put yourself into danger on purpose." Flara whispered softly into his ear as she crouched down to do so. With lightning speed, showing full recovery, Mark used his left arm to jump up and then spun a 180 in the air, landing on his feet. He walked up to his blaziken, which had stood up, resting his hands on her hips as she rested her arms around his shoulders, smiling.
"That's touching, thanks Flara." He said as she was pulled into a tight embrace. He soon released his hold and put one arm over her shoulders, turning to leave. "C'mon, Storm. We're gonna go to a hotel for the night." Mark informed the absol. She simply smiled as she watched Flara blush heavily from the contact she was getting from him and followed.
Mark had gotten a suite with two rooms on their own and two beds in one room. This gave Flara her own privacy and gave Storm plenty of alone time with him. She felt a little strange though, ever since cuddling up to her Master, she had a growing heat forming between her rear legs, a tell tale sign of her heat. It had happed a few times while she had been traveling with Mark, but she had been able to sate it then. This time, however, she wasn't able to.
*I know what I'll do,* Storm thought to herself, *I'll tell Master the truth and ask him and Flara for advice. Maybe they'll have an answer for me.* at that, she got out of the bed next to Mark's and pulled down his sheets. Now, she had seen him "In the buff" before, but something was different. The heat between her legs flared as her mind began to cloud. She no longer saw her Master, but a strong male. Before her common sense could kick in, she hopped up on the bed, straddling his legs. As she stood over him, she picked up his scent. He forgot to shower when they had gotten there and his scent further clouded her mind as she licked at his chest.
"Hmm? Storm, what are you doing? Are you Okay?" Mark asked as he awoke instantly to the feeling of a wonderful heat against his crotch and the smooth tongue on his chest. He was further surprised that it was his absol straddling his legs, pressing their respective sexes against one another's, and tasting him.
She didn't respond, but just growled lustfully at him. Mark knew what to do and took control of the situation by channeling her energy though himself to wake Flara. He knew she would sense the build up, or at least he hoped so.
Mark had a shadow ball charged and ready, but no Flara. This was a problem. In a second and before he could react, Storm countered it with one of her own. It knocked him back, causing him to gasp painfully. The sound of his pain brought Storm out of her lustful state.
"Oh gods, Master?" She asked, confused. She looked fearfully at him as he rubbed his head where it made contact with the wall.
"Storm, what's the matter with you? Why were you looking at me like that?" Mark questioned, genuinely scared. He knew Storm could do a large amount of damage to him, even with his abilities to control normal and aura.
"M-Master, I... I don't know, I'm in heat, an-and I don't know what came over me." She desperately plead, hoping that he wouldn't reject her for her mistake. She backed up to the foot of his bed, crossing her paws over one another while looking down.
"Oh, I see. Well, umm, is there anything I can do to, well, you know, help?" Mark asked nervously. Only recently, he had been dreaming of being taken by Storm or Flara. Sometimes both, but this was definitely not a dream and he knew he had to be careful not to cross any boundaries, simple because he valued their friendship too much to accidentally ruin it with one mistake.
"Well, you could, you know... But not if you don't want to." She replied to him, saying the last bit quickly incase that wasn't what he ment. She looked him over as her primal lust began to set in again but resisted the urge to pounce on him and force him into a rough quickie. She looked down again quickly, trying to hid the look of pure desire on her face.
"I'll do it." He said quietly, a little scared. Mark was a virgin and had been onto "those" kind of sites. After all, what self-respecting sixteen years old hasn't. He was new to sex, but not to the concept.
"Really?" Storm asked looking up, becoming more aroused then before. The heat from her legs grew to that of a roaring fire, possible stronger then Flara's suped-up flamethrower attack. His response was a coy smile and a nod, at which she slowly rose to her feet and walked over him while he laid back. She stood over him, her mouth hovering just inches above his, their eyes communicating volumes of information that couldn't be spoken fast enough for them to even try as their hearts pounded away furiously in their chests.
Mark leaned up slightly and kissed her gently, slowly making it more and more passionate, reveling in the cinnamon taste of her lips and stronger but same taste of her tongue as it made its way into his mouth. Strom rested her body on his as the heat of her folds caressed his member and caused is to harden instantly. Mark broke the kiss to breathe, as he needed to say something.
"I haven't ever done anything like this before." He whispered into her ear lightly.
"That's alright, let me lead." Storm responded, licking the side of his face lovingly before continuing. "Just trust in me." She finished.
"I always have." He replied, kissing her soft face, loving the texture of her skin against his lips. "And I always will." He finished, caressing her cheek lovingly as she leaned into it.
Storm murred from his words and the gentle kiss that was placed on her cheek. She lifted her rear up enough that the tip of his member rested against her netherlips. She could feel his heart beat within his chest as he could hers. Both of them moaned loudly as the tip of his cock slipped within her heated confines, the silky feel paired with the slickness from her pussy sending shockwaves of pleasure though Mark's body as Storm's was shivering from his hard dick sliding into her, stretching her out in the most pleasurable way she had ever experienced.
The feeling of her heartbeat though the fur that now covered one side of his body was creating a torrent of pleasure within him as it mixed with the cool temperature of the sheets that cover the bed below him. They both moaned as he became hilted within her cunt, the lubricating juices of her body beginning to run out around the sides of his cock and down his balls onto the sheets, leaving shining trails.
Storm was panting above Mark, her Master, and her lover. She was elated that he was allowing her to take his virginity and to have her as his first. Mark, the most powerful human being, was underneath of her, his hands roaming over her body, kneading away at her tense muscles as he gently kissed her neck.
Mark was doing what he thought would give her more pleasure, rubbing at the powerful muscles of her body as she lay atop of him, murring loudly from his eager ministrations while he kissed her ginger-smelling fur at the base of her neck, causing her to moan every now and then.
He thrust up into her slowly after withdrawing in the same fashion causing them to both moan in unison. Soon, his hands found their way to her clit and began to rub it with firm but gentle motions causing her to inhale sharply from the wave of pleasure that surged though her, cascading back to the original starting place after reaching her head, forcing her mind to go white from its intensity.
They established a pattern of thrusting towards each other, Mark's cock sliding in and out of Storm's glistening pussy, causing them to both moan at an almost constant rate with harmony to the slapping sounds from between them as their pelvises met. There eyes were locked as they gazed deeply into each other's souls, loving every moment they had.
Mark was new to this, and was being good at making it seem otherwise, or that's how it seemed judging from the sounds of the white furred absol above him. "Oh god, Storm, you feel amazing" He said breathlessly, fingering at her clit again. She gasped above him.
"Only for you, Master." Storm said in reply in an equally breathless voice. She was trying to give him her all, trying to make sure that he wouldn't ever forget the night that they were sharing together. Storm brought her paws to his shoulders and began to gently knead at the muscles that lie just beneath the skin and gasped as the strength of his thrusting increased. His hands were now resting on her haunches, squeezing gently as he let his head fall back in an almost submissive way, and she decided to respond. She gently bit and licked at his neck, making him moan and gasp from the ministrations from her mouth. He sped up the speed at which he was thrusting into her in return, a pace she generously and happily returned.
Storm threw her head back above him as he began to pound into her, Mark taking hold of the chance and began nibbling away at her neck, now that it was exposed. Her cunt beginning to go through mini-seizures and clamping down on his cock periodically as she began to grind her wanton body against his, her fur surrounding him and creating a warmth all of its own. She met his mouth in a short, breathless kiss as they pounded against each other.
Mark felt his first-timer's edge approaching and oddly enough, Storm's climax was going to be following suit. *Must have been a long time for her.* His bliss filled mind reasoned. She was beginning to bark from above him, almost at a howl. He slammed his manhood into her pussy five final, lust filled, instinct driven times before howling out loud with her as they both came together, filling the room with the scent of their respective musk's, her body going stiff above his as he arced his back, his abs pressing against hers. Shot after shot of his cum filled her cunt as it milked him for everything he was wroth. The howl died down as did the flow of his cum into her after a moment though only to be replaced by a wonderful afterglow.
As they came down from their high, blissful state, they looked into each other's glazed eyes, enjoying the afterglow. Storm collapsed on top of him, Mark welcoming the warmth of her furred body as the muscles beneath became tense and relaxed periodically.
"I love you Master." She confessed to him, laying her head on his chest, listening to his strong heart beat rapidly as his lungs filled with air, only to empty shortly after.
"I love you too, Storm." He replied as he kissed her forehead and let his own fall back as he clamed further. "And I just realized that I have loved you for a long time." He finished, causing her to murr.
Strom's eyes were watering at his words. She just felt like the world's weight had been taking off her shoulders as she rested on his. Her body was his, and his was hers. They belonged to each other now, and Storm was more then overjoyed to have it that way.
Slowly, they let sleep claim them as the feeling of the other's warmth relaxed them. Their dreams consisted of being together in various ways, their breathing calm and even. Nevertheless, little did they know that Flara was listening for a time now, and was glad to hear them together, but waiting for her chance.
The two new lovers awoke, Storm realizing that Mark was still hilted to her and felt an all too familiar warmth washing over her as the sun rose and bathed the room in light. She looked down to be met with the loving gaze of his hazel eyes, filling her with the greatest feeling of comfort and love that she had ever experience.
"Morning, you." She said in her usual dominant, commanding tone, but with a very loving spice to it that brought a smile to his face. She kissed him lightly, receiving a bit more passion then she expected to, but then welcoming the sincerity from her lover. The kiss was short, but still satisfying.
"Morning love, sleep well?" He replied, the question sounding much more playful then serious as he motioned the spot they were connected. They jumped as the door to their room burst open.
"Good morning you two, I see you had fun last night." Flara declared, walking in with a full breakfast for the both of them. They blushed furiously, Storm growling loudly.
"If you tell a soul!" She threatened, only to receive a stifled uncharacteristic giggle from Flara. Mark was, once again, questioning if that was really Flara.
"I won't, so don't get mad at me." She replied, a playful and still unusual note in her voice as it filled the room with laughter. "Beside, if you two are a coupe of nympho's, then I'm going to have to be covering for you more often then you think." She finished, setting the food down on the table in front of the window. "I'll be watching TV in the other room once you two are done in here with everything."
Storm was jut glaring at her the whole time, not even bothering to cover herself. Her breathing was calm and even, almost as if she was just sizing up Flara incase she tried anything. Flara, however, was not fazed at all and just proceeded to sit in the chair at the end of the table to watch Mark and Storm, forgetting what she had said and acting as if they were incredibly interesting.
"Some privacy would be nice, Flara." Mark said flatly, becoming irritated from her strange behavior, still confused.
"Yeah, besides, I needed to talk to him about something." Storm followed up with, a little anger coloring her words as she continued to glare.
"Alright, I'll leave you two to your hot passionate sex." Flara responded, jumping backwards as Storm seemed to get really pissed, her muscles flexing as she began to rise, Mark holding her to him, letting Flara dash out of the door while she laughed.
"Master! She's getting away!" Storm rebelled, becoming eerily relaxed as she was held to him.
"Yeah, but I want you here. Besides, I have an idea for vengeance on my mind for later. Don't worry, she'll be punished." He said, holding her soft, furred body against his. She began to growl playfully as his cock popped out of her with a wet sound while eliciting a gasp from them both.
Storm turned her head, remembering the night before in full detail. Before, she only had bits and pieces as her memory tried to return but she was only half-awake. The wave of pleasure that washed over her from the feeling of her lover's manhood slipping free allowed her to awake fully.
"We really did it together, didn't we?" She asked, smiling. After all, who can blame her? She just got laid by the most powerful human around.
"Yeah, we did. And I wouldn't ever take it back, not for anything." Mark whispered sweetly into her ear. Then, he pressed his lips to hers, pulling them into a passionate kiss. She invaded his mouth with her tongue, running it over the softer roof. He moaned quietly into the kiss, enjoying the affection he was getting from his pokemon. Soon enough, though, they had to break apart and were panting from the lack of air.
"Neither would I." She said while nuzzling his nose with her own. She got off him to let him get dressed. Her heat, which was so bad the night before, was sated, for now. It was good enough, but she knew her master would have to help her again soon.
"Want something to eat, love?" Mark asked, bringing Storm out of her intense thought. He was already sitting at the table across from where Flara was and currently was holding a chair out, offering her the seat.
Flara, Storm, and Mark were on their way to a clear field. In addition, there were at least twenty people following him. It appeared to Mark that Flara had made a scene when she entered the Pokecenter with his wounded, unconscious body in her arms, garnering the attention of several other trainers. Now, those trainers were curious as to how he taught his pokemon.
Once at the field, Mark let in a bit of the plot he had. "Flara, go to the other end of the field and stretch, I need to talk to Storm for a moment." She answered by following her Master's command. "Alright Storm, you're the referee. Now, call out if I use a move other then one Flara's." He told her, immediately getting a look of confusion in return.
"Wait, what?" Storm asked, taken aback.
"Hmm hmm hmm. Strom, I've been able to copy other pokemon's abilities for some time now. How do you think I was able to use that Alakasam's recover on myself? Anyways, I'm going to put Flara's limits to the test with my own." Mark told her, getting a worried expression in return.
"But what if you get hurt?" She asked. Being afraid of losing him was a first for Storm, but not an intolerable one. This again confused Mark as if she was the Storm that had volunteered to be caught by him, but passed it off as newfound concern from her love for him.
"Don't worry, babe, I won't. I promise." Mark assured her as he stroked her cheek affectionately. "Now, let's have some fun, shall we?" He said, turning and walking over to Flara. "Hey." He said, walking over to her.
"Yes, Master?" She inquired, still stretching her back.
"Stand completely still, I'm going to copy your powers, then, we're gonna spar." Mark told her as her eyes went wide.
"How can you do that?" Flara asked, looking like she was just told she was pregnant.
"Like this." Mark replied flatly, gently grasping her shoulders as an aura of energy surrounded them both. The audience, at a strength of over thirty people now, gasped, Ohhh'd, and ahh'd at the sight as Flara's aura began to combine with Mark's in a cool light show.
"Now, on Storm's signal, fight me as if I was your opponent. If you don't, you'll lose. After all, Storm wasn't the only one you upset with that unannounced entrance into our room." Mark continued while walking to the other side of the field. Flara gulped, a little scared since she had seen him when he really tried using his powers. After all, it was to save Storm.
The audience went deathly quiet as Mark turned, going into a fighting stance. Flara did the same. Storm cleared her throat, getting everyone's attention. "This will be a one on one fight. I will declare it over when one or both of the participants are unable to battle. The rules are simple: Blaziken attacks only, specials are allowed. Ready?" She announced, getting stares from the crowed as many of them haven't even heard of talking pokemon, but then confused looks as she had just said "Blaziken attacks only".
The eerie silence fell over the group of on-lookers again as Storm held her paw up, looking at Mark and Flara consecutively. She swung it down yelling "Begin!" as both Mark and Flara immediately charged at each other, wrists flaming, completely focused on knocking the other down.
Their hands collided as they went to hit the other with a fire punch, only to have it cancel out, but not without sending flames out to the sides from the force, and then things got interesting. They began to go through martial art's style attacks, throwing punches and kicks, only to be blocked by the other's identical attack.
As the ninth double punch met in the air, it had enough force behind it to sent them flying back, away from each other. They stood there, twenty feet from the other, panting and planning the next attack and how to counter the counter that was most likely to be used. Flara powered up one of her infamous Nova Flamethrowers, her wrists igniting. Mark was expecting this as his own copied the move in preparation to defend himself. She fired the attack, the shockwave digging a trench along its route and the blinding light making it nearly impossible to see. However, Mark didn't move, instead, he crossed his arms in front of himself and dug his feet into the ground.
What happened next officially took Mark out of the human classification and put him into the "WTF?" group. The attack was blocked completely as Mark stood his ground and was pushed back only a few feet as the flames fired out in multiple directions, the earth around him being almost completely destroyed, his arms smoking, and a smile on his face.
"Nice one, Flara, but you're going to have to do better then that!" Mark yelled to the stunned bird. Everyone was completely shocked. Here was a human, or what looks like a human at least, and he was just criticizing his pokemon on needing to use a more powerful move that had left a deep trench in the ground as it went, and then destroyed the forest behind its target, the human!
"H-how?" Flara asked, completely astounded. Now he was showing more power then she had even guess was possible.
Mark raised his hands as they engulfed in flames and looked at them curiously. "Honestly? I don't really know." He said, making the flames dance. "Hey Storm, come over here please." He called to the completely stunned absol. She obediently bounded over to him. Upon arriving, she sat down in front of him as he rested a hand on her head and repeated the process that he had done with Flara to copy her powers. "She needs your help, love. That and you need training to." He whispered in her ear as she smiled to the idea of getting into a good fight.
Storm ran over to Flara's side, apparently to discuss a strategy. Mark waited patiently as they talked until they both took fighting stances and looked at him, confidence in their eyes.
Storm ran at him with her paw glowing, Slash. Mark raised his own while his hand fired forth flames of fiery fury. (I love word play.) His hand collided with her paw as she was thrown back, Mark having cracked the ground upon which he was standing as Flara was already on top of him with a fire punch of her own. Mark jumped backwards, hooking Flara in the lower jaw with a fire kick as he went, and landing ten feet away.
Storm charged a shadow ball, and a damn powerful one at that, while he hit the ground and stuck his landing. Mark wasn't prepared for the attack and was hit in the chest, much to Flara's satisfaction, and was sent back about twenty feet. Someone in the audience screamed as this happened but then there was a collective gasp as he stood up and dusted himself up, looking determined as ever.
Storm and Flara rushed him before he could even make a move, Slash and fire punch ready. Nevertheless, Mark never was one to conform to the general idea. He grabbed Storm by the ankle of her front paw and threw her to the side as she came in, effectively stunning her. Flara had her chance and sent her fire punch right for his face, but he pulled off a matrix move and dropped backwards, dodging it like a bullet, and started a back flip. Instead of a normal back flip, Mark made it an offensive move as well by hooking his feet underneath Flara's shoulders and throwing her just like he had Storm, but spinning her in mid air to make her dizzy.
It didn't work that well as Flara caught the ground by luck and jumped back over to where she and Storm had come from at the beginning of the failed attack. Things weren't going how they wanted and they needed to get him.
Now, it was time for a finishing move. Time for Flara and Storm to unleash their secret combo attack. Storm let out a hunting cry as she charged up a very overpowered razor wind attack. Flara, on the other hand, was using her flamethrower on it, creating a firestorm that could rip right through Mark's defenses. "Oh... Shit!" He yelled as Strom unleashed the flaming razor winds attack, engulfing him.
It was a sight to behold. The razor winds attack had absorbed the flamethrower and became more of a hurricane. It was letting out a deafening roar as it headed towards Mark, who began to create a shadow ball and laced it with flames as well. Before he seemed to be finished, however, the attack slammed into him, causing several members of the audience to scream in horror as the man was swallowed by the incinerating storm.
The attack dispersed without warning, causing the onlookers to gasp. As the dust settled, and as Strom and Flara were about to collapse form the immense exhaustion, Mark stood up. His cloths were charred and looked to be barely holding together. There were scorch marks all over him and soot had gathered on any exposed skin, or it was burnt black. A ball of energy lit up in front of his palms as he brought them up in front of him, a signature sign of a hyper-beam attack. But before Storm or Flara had time to blink, they were eaten by the energy fountain as their shadows were wiped away by the impending doom.
As the attack faded, Storm and Flara were still standing, just as Mark had been. People cheered and yelled out encouragement as a draw was seen when, as one, all three of them collapsed. A few trainers' came out of the audience that was wild with cheers as they gathered up the unconscious Mark and his pokemon.
Mark woke up the next day, his regenerative time not being anywhere near that of his pokemon. He felt a familiar softness on one side of him and then noticed a strange heat to his other. Slowly, he opened his eyes as a gentle tongue made its way across his cheek. Once his vision cleared, he could see Storm on one side of him, and Flara on his other.
"It's about time you woke up. Flara, Emily, and I have been worried sick about you. Also, a Charizard saw us training and wants to speak with you, love." Storm whispered in his ear as he could hear Flara sleeping soundly next to him.
Suddenly, a new weight was added to him as a brown fluffy and very soft Lopunny landed on top of him. The four foot nine, abnormally tall, fluffy mush ball that he had affectionately named Emily, was now laying on top of him, hugging his body to hers as Storm giggled softly next to him. "Told ya." Storm whispered.
"Hey there, Em." Mark said, lightly stroking the over affectionate Lopunny's back gently while calling her by her nickname, to which she cooed from the use.
"Anyways, Flara has had a crush on you for almost the entire time you've had her. Ever since you saved her from that abusive trainer she was captured by, she's really loved you, Mark. So I said she could be a beta." Storm declared, leaving Mark wide-eyed and completely stunned.
"B-beta?" He asked, entirely confused. This was definitely a new development for him, now his lover had just promised another female sex with her male.
"Me too!" His Lopunny said quietly as Mark cocked his head to the side. He turned his gaze to that of the crimson eyes of his absol, the eyes that had captured his very soul and made it theirs to keep.
"You naughty thing, you!" Mark whispered to her, getting a quick lick on the nose and a loving smile in return.
"C'mon Emily, we need to leave Master and Flara to their fun." She said, hopping off the table, Emily following suite after kissing Mark hotly before he could do anything against it.
"But, I" Mark started, only to be cut off. He was beginning to realize that Storm was going to be the dominate one in this relationship and he should just give in.
"Look, love. Flara and I have discussed it." *Conspiracy!* Mark thought as he listened to Storm talk. "She really loves you, and I can share. Just do it for her, okay?" Storm said over her shoulder.
"You're really okay with this?" Mark asked perplexed.
"Yes, now you be sure to screw her silly, alright?" She responded. Mark nodded unsurely in confirmation as she walked out the door, Emily close behind her, closing the door as it locked from the outside, Mark figuring that one of them had to have had a key.
He sighed, rolling over on his side, facing Flara. Mark was genuinely confused. His lover, or at least that's what he thought of Storm as, had just told him to have a go at another girl. That girl was Flara no less. She had been Mark's calm advisor for most of the time they had been partners.
Flara moved slightly and put an arm around him, snuggling up to his body and giving him a nice view of her cleavage. He sighed again as he put an arm around her as well, figuring it would be best not to disappoint Storm. Mark looked into the face of his blaziken, remembering how he had acquired her.
She was captured by Aaron, a notoriously abusive trainer. Mark had no idea just how deep her abuse had gone, but hoped it was not anything sexual. Mark wouldn't put it past Aaron to do something that sick and twisted, though. He was sure he would find out soon enough.
"Flara... Flara, wake up. I need to ask you something." Mark said as he roused the sleeping pokemon besides him. As she woke, her captivating blue eyes, typical to her species, greeted him. There was something special about them though and Mark couldn't put his finger on it.
"Hey." Flara quietly replied as she began to rub his chest gently with her three-fingered hand. She took one of his hands and put it behind her head, then took the other and placed it on her chest. Slowly, Mark moved in to kiss her as she longingly stared into his eyes with hope and want in her own.
Flara glided into it, gently wrapping her arms around his head, and drew out the long needed kiss, closing her eyes. Mark did the same, enjoying the experience. He began to increase the passion of the kiss, her need for him becoming more apparent as she recovered from forgetting to breathe. She opened her mouth against his, a move that he copied. Gently, Mark slid his tongue into Flara's mouth, moving slow incase she wanted to stop.
She responded by pulling him in, murmuring 'more' as she tried to elevate the passion behind the action. Mark obliged, running a hand down her back and through her hair. He began to gently squeeze at the muscles underneath the feathers as she returned the favor, her talons gently teasing the flesh of his back. It caused him to shiver lightly as she hit a sweet spot or two; Mark pulled back and stared deeply into her beautiful eyes.
"You're good," He whispered lovingly. She nodded and pushed her mouth to his and resumed the kiss, running her own tongue along the roof of his as he had done to her. He gently laughed into the kiss, but stopped as her hands found their way to his shorts. Mark pulled back and looked into her eyes. "I'll give it to you however you want it." He whispered hotly in her ear, trying to re-enact a few of his dreams.
Flara pulled Mark one top of her, whispering "Hard." Into his ear as he pulled his pants down in one smooth motion, Mark realizing he didn't even have a shirt on. He nodded to her, already fully erect and pushing his iron hard tool against her netherlips, waiting for her signal. She wrapped her legs up behind his and forced him in with a strength that was all her own, Mark gasping loudly as he found her body to be intensely hot and tight, but no hymen. He didn't give it much thought as he was hilted to her, pulling and pushing at him as he begin to thrust in and out of her with a force that was foreign to him and animalistic in nature. But the pleasure that it brought quickly drove any thoughts of slowing down from his mind instantaneously.
Flara begin to moan softly from underneath of his body as he pounded into her with increasing speed and ferocity. She was definitely not regretting asking Storm to be a beta if she could have Mark like this every now an then, that she could feel him thrust in and out of her body like the animal that she could feel resting just beneath the skin and deep within his mind. Their pelvis's were making slapping sounds as they collided, Flara's clit hitting the base of his tool with the hilting as she cried out with each and every time. She contracted the walls of her tunnel to increase his pleasure dramatically, which by his sudden moan, worked.
Mark felt the wet velvety vice constrict around his manhood and send torrents of feeling though his body as pleasure slammed though him like lightning to metal. He began to grunt with each inward stoke into Flara's wanton, hot body, trying to drive himself to the edge of his limits, feeling himself loose control over his body as instinct began to kick in. Her constant cries of ecstasy only further sped his pace, as did his power with each thrust, along with blurring his mind at a constant rate.
Mark felt his orgasm speeding at him like a runaway train into a rail depot. He knew Flara's bucking and incredible hot depths would soon send him over the edge as they milked at his tool like there was no tomorrow. Her climax wasn't anywhere near far off and was actually about to hit her. Three final thrusts from Mark that were particularly hard sent her over the edge, her cunt clamping down on his shaft as she howled in ecstasy while he began to dump load after load of cum into her wanton body, effectively sating their needs for this moment. Her cunny was running down the side of his leg, almost burning his flesh as her body was hotter then any normal human could have withstood.
Mark was giving her very short, light humping motions as her rode her though the intense orgasm as they panted for air. He slowly let himself rest on her body as she gently pulled him to her, wanting to feel close to the man that had just given her the ride of her life. The afterglow carried him off to sleep as she lied below him, thinking of what she had planned next, weather or not he was awake.