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Guardian Without Direction Chapter 6: Angry Setback

The Gates of the Goldenroad Art School came into my view. Clenching both of my hands on my stomach, I began to walk as fast as my bowels allowed me to while ignoring the gurgling sounds it made.

Did you know that even the sweetest pecha marmalade can spoil if you leave it in an unplugged fridge for over a year?

Well, I didn`t.

An angry and weary sounding voice boomed behind me.

„I told you, dammit! I ...pant I told you not to eat that disgusting looking jar of marmalade before we pant...left ."

„Relax Cyn," I shouted back. „Thanks to my marmalade stunt, we covered all the way to the school in less than half of the time. You can thank me later!"

Cyn only groaned in response.

Finally reaching the old and unused Guardhouse, I yanked the small door open and quickly made my way to the diminutive restroom, located in the back of the cabin. This was not the first time that I had to use the old Guardhouse as my personal restroom. It wasn't kept very well. But the sink as well as the old toilet where still working.

I wish to spare most of the details of what happened next. Let just say that, for next few minutes, I felt like my arse was producing some of the most unholy sounds known to man.

Leaving the guardhouse brought me face to face with my sour looking Typhlosion companion. Wheres sour would be an understatement, Cyn looked like he was about to pounce me.

„Listen Cyn, I'm... well... I am sorry, okay? I should have listened to you. I just wanted to grab a bite before we left." I quickly apologized.

Cyn still looked visibly angry, albeit was relaxing his stance a little. „We ran to your workplace because YOU said, that YOU can get food for ME there. I won't complain about that." Cyn was basically lecturing me at this point.

Great...

He continued his verbal assault: „YOUR place is a mess, YOU cannot afford YOUR own food and YOU`VE even managed to poison yourself with a jar of rotten marmalade FOR ARCEUS SAKE! Do YOU even remotely posses something like a common sense?" He asked angrily

„It was only half a jar..." I faintly argued back.

„That doesn't the fact you know!" Cyn snapped back, even snarling at me. Surprised by the sight of his bared fangs, I took a large step backwards.

Cyn hasn't gotten anything to eat for some time now. I knew from my ranch-times, that Pokemon can become extremely moody, if they don't get their fair share of food. Especially Fire Type Pokemon. Bringing Cyn in his, let's say, 'enraged' state to the Pokemon Kennel would only result in chaos. It would be better if Cyn remained here in the guardhouse while I am going to organize some food for him. I just hope that he won't burn this place down.

Gathering up my remaining courage, I commanded Cyn to wait in the guardhouse.

Fortunately he obeyed me without complain and laid down, forcing a compelled „fine..." in my direction.

Closing the door behind me and sighing in reliev, I made my way to the Northern Academy building as fast as I could, only to be interrupted by the person I was least expecting now.

Professor Smith.

I stopped and watched him as he crossed the field of the unkempt, empty campus without a care in the world. It looked like he really was coming right up to me.

„Alex, boy. I searched the whole campus already, where the heck have you been all this day?" He shouted while waving madly at me. Not wanting to turn this conversation into a shouting competition for idiots, I walked towards him, shortening the distance. I nearly tumbled over a large bump on the uneven ground, looking a marvelously stupid as I caught myself.

„Pro-Professor Smith!" I answered hastily „Normally, I wouldn't have even been here today. Tuesday is my day off after all. I was just going to, uhm, grab some of my stuff."

Professor Smith didn`t looked as if he was going to believe me.

He frowned, „In the Northern Building?

„Yes, well. I need some food for my uhm... for Pokemon of my neighbor actually. I am sitting a Pokemon right know." I lied. This was the first time I actually lied to Professor Smith in an important matter. For a moment, I was surprised of my own statement, But then I just shrugged it off.

„I hope you aren't pulling my leg Alex." He said back in is usually stern voice. „The food for the Staff and Pet Pokemon is bought from the student fees paid by each and every student of the academy. It is not to be used for strays!"

„O-Of course not, Professor Smith, You don`t need to tell me that." I quickly answered, trying to sound as responsible as possible. The small Professor just nodded. „That aside, we have a more important matter at hand!", he said pulling out an expensive looking, silver pocketwatch.

I blinked.

What kind of person uses a pocketwatch in this day and age? Could he not use some digital gear, like normal people do these days?

At least he could use some kind of less noticeable wristwatch.

Seems I am exaggerating again.

Professor Smith was always a man of history and classics. Therefore, it should be no surprise that he uses an ancient watch to keep track of time. Maybe he even lives without Electricity and uses a carriage instead of a car. Or he might as well be using some awesome ancient....

„Just look how time flies!"

Professor Smith Statement brought me back to earth.

„Listen Alexander. Regarding your stipend for the Goldenroad Central Academy..."

I could practically feel how every fiber in my body was tensing up.

„... things evolved... well, they evolved much faster than we anticipated. The Teacher council has ordered a special meeting, regarding your case. It is being held in approximately an hour from now. That being said, I suggest that you attend the meeting in Person, The Room is one seventy one, East-wing Building of course."

My head bobbed in a nodding motion like it was mounted on an elastic spring. It was a good thing I made the effort and came here today. I should probably give my thanks to Cyn`s appetite later on, for dragging me back to the Academy on my free day.

After Professor Smith left (and nearly tumbled over the uneven grass), I quickly hurried inside the northern Building, hoping that bloody Cyn will forgive me for the extra minutes he needs to spend in waiting hungry and moody in a rundown guardhouse, furnished with old chairs and a table made of dry, old wood.

It would...probably be better if I hurry up a little.

It had been a while since I visited the Pokemon Kennel. Wheres kennel would be the wrong word. The northern building was almost an exact copy of the eastern- wing and the western-wing academy building and therefore not exactly build for housing Pokemon. While the foyer of the building remained unchanged, the rest of the first floor, as well as a small section of the second floor was converted for holding up to twenty Pokemon. The first floor was outfitted with small pens and cages, watering places, a pokemon Shower area and a small outdated Pokemon nursery, which looked like it had never been used. The building itself was in a good shape, It looked even better that the Eastern wing Building where I had my classes. The third and the fourth floor have been under construction for as long as I can remember. Nobody knows for sure what purpose those floors are actually served. As I looked for the food storage, I noticed that more than half of the cages where empty. The Art School was using nearly half a dozen of Staff Pokemon for cleaning, delivery jobs as well as for artistic purposes. Min, the small Mienfoo that I had met yesterday, was one of them.

The true purpose of this rather empty building was mainly to guarantee the very high standards for the employment Staff Pokemon. Even trough Pokemon have been used for Labor since ancient times, the emerging of Staff- and Companion Pokemon breeds made them finally suitable to work without constant human supervision. International Laws and regulations where soon put in place to prevent a complete disruption of the labor markets across various regions. The high keeping standards for Pokemon artificially increased the labor costs by far, thus making them often (but not always) more expensive than the use of a regular workforce. The Cages and pens are the best example for that matter. Certified Staff breed pokemon are not allowed to be kept in Pokeballs for more time than necessary. They also have to be at least kept in pairs, to prevent them from impoverishing socially. Along with the troubling facts that they are only allowed to work half the time of a normal worker and that the are forbidden to work overtime comes the problem, that most Staff Pokemon do not completely hand down their traits to their offspring, meaning that each generation of Staff Pokemon has to be newly brought from a breeder. And from all those breeding company's on the market, that are able offer Staff and Companion breed Pokemon, there is but one company that is able to sell them at reasonable pricing.

The Founder Company of the Staff Pokemon Breeding Program.

The Wald Family Breeding Co.

Screw my bloody family. I wanted nothing to with them anymore. With every Staff Pokemon I see and every Penning area I visit I am starting to recap all my memories. It has been four years since I've cut ties with them for good, but their heritage is still haunting me like a never ending course.

I startled myself as I nearly tripped over the doorstep. As I found my balance again, I noticed I had already grabbed a medium sized bag of Pokefood and was subconsciously on my way bag to Cyn.

Seems that I had spaced out again, lost in thoughts in memories.

A look on my watch told me that I had still forty minutes to kill. Looking Around, I realized that the campus was still devoid of any student. Getting something to eat for myself would be nice, but I don't believe that my poisoned innards could possibly handle to hold anything in for more than a few minutes.

As I reached the Guardhouse, I silently prayed that Cyn hadn't done anything remotely stupid.

I was however, not prepared to find Cyn whimpering silently in a small secluded corner, facing the wall of muddy gray concrete. I just massaged my templates while shaking my head.

It would seem that bloody Cyn is able to experience more moodswings when hungry than a woman bearing sextuplets in her highest phase of pregnancy could hope to have during her entiger 9 months.

I soundly cleared my throat while sitting down on an old wooden chair behind him.

„Cyn, you really seem to have a thing or two for dark, dusty corners. But you shouldn't spend your whole life hiding in them. Anyways, I have your food right here!" I waved the medium sized package. „One and a half kilogram of highly nutrient Poke-food, enough to feed two of you!"

Cyn turned around.

„Y-You're back!" he muttered in my direction. His facial features showed his usual soft expression. If I wouldn't know any better, I'd say he looked downright happy to see me.

„You really came back!" Cyn repeated, sounding even more relived.

„Well, duh?" I answered, making it sound more like a question while waving the food in front of his large brown eyes again. „I said I am going to organize you some food. I wasn't even away for more than twenty minutes. You seem to be awfully clingy sometimes, you know that?" I asked. Cyn had started to nuzzle my legs like some overgrown Persian.

„I-I can not really control myself when I am hungry. I-I can get angry a-and scarry. T-The last time it happened was when I didn`t get any leftovers back in the r-retirement resort. I was so hungry that I raided the kitchen. I-I must have scarred a lot of people back then. T-Thats why they threw me out on the streets. I am very sorry m-master."

I blinked. Cyn really thought I had left him. I knew that Staff Pokemon can become especially clingy if they have a Trainer all for themselves, but the scene that Cyn created was ridiculous. He was worse than Min.

Wait, did he just call me master again?

Using my free hand, I ruffled trough the fur of that large head of his.

„Now I'm suddenly master again huh? We certainly have to do something about those moodswings of yours. I wont leave you alone just because you made some angry remarks towards me. Do you remember how I snapped at you yesterday? We got along just, uhm... fine after that." I replied. Cyn blushed, „Y-Yes, how can I forget that. You gave me a choice, a real one, and y-you rewarded me this morning by choosing right. So uhmm." He paused. Cyns eyes quickly darted in the section between my legs. „So, l-let me...let me make it up to you master!"

I looked at him questioningly, „R-Right now?"

Cyn immediately began to paw on my trousers, „Yup!"

Truth to be told, I felt horny since I had left Cyn in my bedroom this morning. A quick look around told me that area I was pretty secluded. Not wanting to waste any more time, I quickly pushed his paws away unfastened my belt. „What about your food?" I asked while pulling down my pans. My member was already pressing tight against the fabric of my underwear. I could see that Cyn was visibly dolling now. „Y-You smell more delicious right now." he replied, trying to sound confident. „I-I'll just get myself an a-appetizer from my beloved master."

I shook my head, „Cyn, just... just do it already. Stop with that corny sex-talk." Cyn gulped, „Sorry, m-master. Wont happen again."

The Chair I sat on wasn't very high, making it perfectly suited for a Pokemon Like Cyn to reach my crotch without having to crane his neck to much.

As my member sprang free from its confinement, Cyn wasted no time and buried himself headfirst in my crouch, sniffing and nuzzling it. Surprised by the sudden feeling of a wet nose and soft fur, I immediately moaned out.

Had somebody asked me yesterday if I would be interested in having depraved sexual contact with a Pokemon, I would have shaken my head in disgust. But right now feeling Cyns large, warm and slimy tongue, slowly and carefully lapping at my dick and my balls, gave me a feeling of pure bliss.

I saw Cyn angling his head, dutifully lapping at every patch of skin I offered him. The look on his face told me he was enjoying this as well.

Pent up as I was, I firmly grabbed his large head and carefully pushed his head down onto my whole shaft. Cyn looked surprised at first, but complied my movements. I had to be careful with his fangs, so I just held him down, hugging his soft head while petting it. Cyn seemed to get the hang of giving proper head. I could feel his slimy organ caressing the Tip of my Cock, trying to taste every drop juice that it lost. He even started to move his head in a sucking motion. The warm and plesant feeling of his caressing left me shaking and moaning. I felt more like his personal plaything now.

I was getting close now panting hard my body began to make to make thrusting motions in the rhythm of Cyns bobbing movements. Soft, wet slapping like noises could be heard as I Pushed Cyns head harder against my saliva coated underside. The feeling of Cyns warm tongue as it pressed my dick upwards, licking my whole shaft from bottom to top in one soft, fluid movement made me loose myself. I could feel myself loosing myself into Cyns maw. Grabbing his head tight, I pumped everything that I had inside his warm, waiting muzzle. I could feel Cyn continue to lap at my now overstimulated dick, as if he was trying to get every last drop of my cum. A gulping noise reached my ears. That greedy, bloody bastard was really using me as an appetizer now!

I couldn't care less. Having fired everything that I had into Cyns hungry muzzle left me drained. My hands slipped of Cyn`s head, but he was still firmly latching himself at my dick. I had no other choice to try and push him away.

„Cyn, stop. Please!" I nearly begged as I pushed him away. Cyn now bore the expression of a child whose favorite playboy had been taken from him.

„S-Sorry, I got carried away.", he stated.

„Its... It`s fine." I causally replied while trying to pull my pants back up. Standing up, I noticed that half of the corner we were in was now illuminated by a stream of light. I gazed over my shoulder, follwing the course of that stream. The Door leading to the campus was only slightly ajar, providing more light to fall into the room.

In front of that sligtly open door, stood Min.

The small Mienfoo was holding an oversized bucket in her paws. The signature mop that she always uses was strapped on her back. She just kept staring at me with her eyes wide open eyes and her mouth agape.

I asked myself if a guy like me is bound to get into embarrassed situation every time he had sex, or a blowjob from an oversized Typhlosion, for that matter.

With the after-sex face of a guy who had just received the best headjob ever, I greeted her. „Uhm, hi Min! N-Nice meetting you here."

Arceus sake, I felt like an idiot...