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[b][u][center]Pokémon Polyamory

Chapter 12: A Buggy Battle

Sponsored by Nevid

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The night passed slowly, and not just because of the weird new feeling of being cuddled to sleep. That was actually quite nice, though it took Jared a number of hours to find a way to lie down while being held or nuzzled or otherwise cuddled by four different non-humans. He expected that it would get easier as time went on, but he didn’t know that for sure. All he knew at that moment was that he was getting snuggled by four Pokémon, and that they all seemed to enjoy being pressed close to him.

No, the difficulty was more the combination of naughty dreams – dreams that always seemed to end just as he was starting to get to the good part with a little slurp or a stroke or something down on his hyper-sensitive dick – and the weird dreams that were just after that.

He was repeatedly drawn into that facility again, that strange facility with black metal walls that stretched off into forever, with rooms along the hallway that were all filled with Pokémon getting milked, studded, controlled. There were hundreds of them this time, hundreds of Pokémon of various species being abused and warped and changed. Every time that he woke from that, he shook from head to toe, hoping that it wasn’t real.

And every time, he heard that voice again. The same one that told him that it was beneath Azalea Town, but this time, saying something different.

[b][i]Come back…don’t forget…[/i][/b]

When morning came, Jared felt as little rested as one could be, and he walked down the stairs of the Pokémon Center with bags under his eyes. The nurses looked at him and winced as he walked to the front desk.

“No sleep?” the woman behind the desk asked.

“Not much.”

“Sorry. Were we too loud?”

“Huh?”

She pointed over his shoulder. Glancing behind him, he realized that there were leftover bits of party streamers, bottles, and more. Considering that they had been liberated from Team Rocket, he supposed that it made sense, but he had to admit that none of that had bothered him. Much as he would have liked something as mundane as that to be the reason why he hadn’t slept, he had to shake his head.

“No,” he said. “Just bad dreams.”

“Sorry to hear that,” she said, shaking her head. “Did you get the gift basket that we left for you?”

“Yes, thanks for that, by the way.”

“No worries. Do you need any further healing before you talk on Bugsy?”

“…How do you know I’m going to take him on?”

“Well, you have to, don’t you?”

“…”

“It’s what all trainers do when they pass through.” She cocked her head to the side. “Kind of the only reason to come here besides the Well, actually. And Kurt.”

“I…see. Um…no healing needed. Thanks.”

Much as he would have liked to ask about Kurt, he had started learning the sounds of stupidity, and that just rang with it. The whole idea of a town that had no purpose other than to deliver a gym challenge to passing trainers really did feel like a kick in the teeth for the people that lived there. Well, if they ever figured out that was the case, at least. Then again, he imagined that it was even worse for the trainers that couldn’t beat someone that ran a gym like that, when it came right down to it.

[i]Arceus, imagine not being able to beat the fly-boy back at the last gym.[/i]

The thought alone sent a shiver of disgust down his spine.

“Anyway. I’ll, uh, go and see Bugsy. Bug types?”

“How did you know?” she asked.

“…Lucky guess.”

The urge to slam his head through the wall was almost overwhelming as he left the building. Every single time that he thought that someone had a decent head on their shoulders, they had to go and prove him wrong. Every single time. He was starting to wonder how this region even functioned.

The sun was low in the sky when he stepped outside, not quite more than half-risen, and it made the little settlement glow in the early morning light. There were still the buzzing sounds of the bugs in the nearby forest, likely Beedrills and Butterfrees going about their business and collecting dew and more for the different colonies of their previous evolutions. The town itself was a little bit quieter than yesterday, but he imagined that if there had been partying last night, a lot of people were sleeping off hangovers.

“Well, no time like the present.”

He walked the short distance across the main road to the long building at the far end of town. It was bigger than all the others, and unsurprisingly, he felt a blast of heat as soon as he opened the door into the building. It was like a greenhouse, and not in a comfortable way.

As he stepped inside, he wasn’t entirely surprised to see that the interior was made to look as much like the jungle and forests as possible. Trees were planted along the outside ring of the building, and a tighter cluster of them were planted towards the middle. He could see that most of them were made specifically to give the bug Pokémon that worked here an advantage for getting around and fighting their opponents, and Jared’s first reaction was to make sure that he had to fight as little as possible.

Standing between two plant pods and with their backs against the center ring of trees were a pair of trainers, so alike that he imagined that they might just be twins. He looked at them, they looked at him, and they seemed like they were vibrating in excitement.

[i]…Yeah, no.[/i]

He wasn’t here to fight them. He was here to fight Bugsy, and even that was something that he wasn’t entirely happy about. His team was willing – he’d made sure of that last night – but he didn’t want to push them to fight all the time. That wasn’t the mission, and it wasn’t right, either.

Knowing that they expected him to walk straight ahead, he decided to do something different. He walked to the outer ring of trees, grabbed a branch, and hauled himself off the ground.

“H-hey!”

“That’s cheating!”

The twins shouted after him, and Jared knew that he’d drawn the eyes of everyone in the gym. He didn’t give a fuck. If they were going to give him a way to use the terrain for his own advantage rather than theirs, he was going to take it.

It was almost like the playground as he swung from branch to branch. Here and there, a bug did get dislodged, and there was one occasional where a Spinarak dropped down right in front of his face with an angry hum-buzz. He apologized as he went past, and eventually reached a spot where he could land on the grass again.

The other trainers that were part of the gym looked absolutely furious with him. They were almost shaking in their spaces, and he could tell that some of them really wanted to charge him, but as they were operating under different rules, he was entirely happy to avoid that.

Hell, he walked right up to one of them that stood by the inner ring of trees and stood right outside of the straight line that the idiot seemed to be stuck staring in. He waved his hand just out of that line, chuckling.

“Well, glad that I know where not to go.”

“You…just…let me fight you!”

“Not a chance in hell.”

“This is against the rules!”

“There’s no rules on the pillars back there, nobody to tell me the rules when I walk in. I can’t break rules that I don’t know about.”

“But –”

“Hey, didn’t tell you to tell me the rules, either.”

Jared felt a bit better after that, making his way to the trees that formed the inner ring of the gym. He was pretty sure that Bugsy was probably waiting inside of that, and that meant getting in there post-haste. He could have walked around, challenging a trainer or two, but he had gotten this far without having to do that.

And he was a rather good climber.

A minute later, he was climbing down the other side of the tree, and as he finally dropped into the middle, someone shouted at him.

“So, you’re the big hero, huh? You look like a chicken to me.”

Jared groaned, rolling his eyes. It sounded like a kid, and from what Kurt told him, that meant it was probably the gym leader. He turned around.

Standing in the middle of the circle was a kid that was definitely no more than 11 years old. He had a butterfly net over his shoulder, and he was dressed in the sort of hiking/boy scout clothes that might have been expected from a kid that age. Three pokéballs hung from his belt, and he looked several degrees beyond frustrated.

“You’re the big hero that everyone’s talking about? You’re the one that handled Team Rocket?”

“With Kurt’s help, yeah.”

“Oh, please. That old man can’t do anything without help.”

“…That’s a little harsh.”

“I could have handled Team Rocket, easy. I just didn’t get around to it before you did something.”

“…They were here for months.”

“Yeah, well, I, uh, I was training.”

“Training.”

“Yeah!”

“For six months?”

“Well, and studying,” Bugsy said, shaking his head. “I have a lot of tests that I have to do, ya know. I’m in university already, and they’re hard.”

Jared just slowly shook his head at everything that he heard. He was dealing with one of those kinds of kids, he realized, the sort that had gotten ahead of everyone else, the sort that believed the hype that their teachers and parents passed down. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead.

“Can we just get this over with?”

“Hey, you better not look down on me just because I’m a kid. I’m smarter than you, and I’m tougher than you.”

“Can’t say much about the former, but the latter? Heh.”

“I’ll make you eat those words!”

The kid stomped his foot, and Jared shook his head. He’d expected to come here and get annoyed with another bunch of trainers, but this was almost a comedy show in and of itself. He pulled a pokéball from his belt.

“Should we get this over with?”

“I’ll send you running right back to the Pokémon Center. I’m the expert on all bug Pokémon, and you’ll show me some respect!”

Rolling his eyes, he tapped Shimmer’s ball. As soon as the Pidgey popped out, Shimmer started flying around, fluttering from point to point, keeping on the move. He hoped that the slight hole in the feathers between the bird’s legs wasn’t as obvious to Bugsy as it was to him, but if it was, too late now.

The kid threw his own ball, and as the light flash faded, a Metapod was revealed. The green cocoon was…surprisingly large for the species, he had to admit, almost half his height and standing near to Bugsy’s chest.

“Alright, Metapod, tackle!”

He didn’t even have to tell Shimmer what to do. The bird just took further to the heights, floating near the ceiling of the gym. Metapod went up, and then it came back down. A crashing sound followed, and Jared winced at the slight cracks in the bug’s hardened ‘flesh.’

“Uh, do you need a break?” he asked.

“Ha! Metapod can harden, you know. It’ll be fixed up in a flash!”

“Yeah, but it’s already cracked.”

“So?”

“…So, why aren’t you telling it to harden now?”

“Because it’s your turn! I can’t go yet!”

Turn-based combat. Right. He had almost forgotten that little bit of stupidity from the last time that he’d fought them. He looked at the sky, then at the green cocoon on the ground. It really wasn’t fair to the little guy.

“Come on! Do something!” Bugsy said, stomping his foot.

“Are you seriously telling me to hurt your Pokémon?”

“It’s a battle. It’s what we’re supposed to do until it’s done. I can take care of him after, but you gotta take your turn!”

[i]This is so far past stupid…[/i]

But there was little choice in the matter, much as he hated it. He sighed, covering his eyes.

“Shimmer, Gust.”

The Pidgey swung its feathers together, and the wind attack stirred the leaves all around them. The sudden piercing wind came down, striking the Metapod and sending it flying backwards into a nearby tree, and not for the better, either. The little green cocoon winced inasmuch as it could do anything, and the cracks through its shell spread further.

It didn’t get much better from there. Bugsy, for all his ‘genius’ with the Bug-type, continued to order Tackles and Hardens by turns, but all it did was extend the fight. Eventually, Jared just couldn’t handle it anymore and stepped out on the field.

“What are you doing? You’re not supposed to fight. That’s –”

“Shut up.”

He pulled out one of his Potions from the gift basket the night before and aimed it at the Metapod. Dragging it up and down the side where the worst of the cracks were – they weren’t getting ‘fixed’, no matter what Bugsy said – he made sure that the cocoon wasn’t going to shatter on the next blow.

“This isn’t going anywhere. If we keep going, this little guy’s gonna burst open for all the wrong reasons. Do you really want that?”

“He’s fine!”

“He was going to shatter!”

“Are you giving up?”

“If it means that I keep you from breaking your own Pokémon, yes.”

And he would, too. There was little enough point in this fight as it was, but the last thing that he wanted to do was hurt someone more than he had to. The fight back in Violet City was bad enough, particularly with the gym leader putting off getting the birds some medical attention, but this was downright atrocious. The cracks along the side of Metapod’s body were bad enough that the poor thing could actually die if it didn’t get attention, and that would keep the Butterfree inside from ever developing enough to come out.

For that matter, he was half-sure that the Metapod was being held back from actually evolving. He’d never seen one this big before, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the Butterfree was ready to come out, but was being held back by Bugsy’s pride.

“If you don’t stop this, we’re done. You win, if you fucking want it.”

“I – what?”

Bugsy blinked, staring as if he didn’t understand what Jared had just said. So, he repeated himself.

“We’re done. You win. Fuck you.”

If this was how the battle was going to go, it wasn’t worth doing. He pointed his pokéball up to the heights, calling Shimmer back. The Pidgey came when it was called, and he tucked the ball against his belt. The Metapod at his feet looked at him, almost like it was sorry, and he patted its side.

“Not your fault. Your trainer’s just an asshole.”

“Hey!”

“No, you fucking listen,” he said, pointing his finger at the kid. “You want to train Pokémon, fine. They’re happy enough to be trained. But you don’t make them fight like that. They get hurt, you take care of them. You don’t just keep pushing them. You don’t act like an idiot.”

“They’re [i]fine.[/i] As long as I get them to the center later –”

“That what your university lessons tell you?”

“I – well – you shut up!”

“They might be able to keep fighting no matter how hurt they are, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t remember it. Look at this guy.”

Bugsy glared at him, crossing his arms like the petulant child that he was.

“I said look at him!”

Jared’s roar echoed through the gym, and the kid jumped back, eyes going wide. He picked up the Metapod, carrying him back to the gym leader, and grabbed Bugsy’s hand, forcing the kid to touch the cracks, to feel how some of them were deep enough to go up to the first digit of his fingers.

“You feel that? How would it feel if that got ripped through you?”

“I – they’re not – it’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad?! It’s halfway to cutting through him.”

“…I…I didn’t…”

“You have to pay attention. Just because they [i]can[/i] do something doesn’t mean that they should.”

Seething as he was, he almost didn’t see that the kid was crying. Almost. He saw one tear as it started falling, but it was only enough to tell him that it served the kid right to cry a little bit. He’d been ripping his Pokémon apart, and he deserved a bit of a tear-down himself for all that brutality.

Even so, he couldn’t stay angry for long. Bugsy called the Metapod back to the ball, and Jared shook his head. There was no way that he was going to earn a badge after that. Not that he wanted one, really, but it would have been helpful. He sighed, turning to leave –

“Wait.”

“What?”

“I got…I got one Pokémon that’s not a cocoon. One more. Winner take all,” Bugsy said.

“You gonna treat this one right?” he asked.

“I’ll treat it right.”

“…Fine.”

He returned to his side of the arena, trying not to let his hopes up. For all that Bugsy seemed to be taking it a bit more seriously now, he had serious doubts that the gym leader was going to be any better with this fight than the others.

Then again, he could hope.

“Ready?” Bugsy asked.

“As I’ll ever be.”

“Alright. Go, Scyther!”

[i]Scyther, huh? Didn’t expect something that rare.[/i]

“Go, Croccy.”

It was a type mismatch, but at least it wouldn’t be too bad on either side. He hoped. Croccy emerged from the white light as exuberant as ever, and thankfully without any of the arousal that he had been showing the night before. Jared watched the Scyther appear, watched it shake off some bits of liquid from its claws, and then waited.

Bugsy ordered the first attack, a furious set of slashes called Fury Cutter. The Scyther came rushing forward, slicing through the air. Some of the cuts actually did cut through the air, coming near to hitting Croccy right from the start.

“Water Gun on the ground.”

It was a simple move, something to see if he could slow down the Scyther. The first blasts of water soaked through the grass, and almost immediately it started to turn to mud. The problem with keeping the place like a greenhouse, he supposed; it meant that the first bit of extra moisture started to mess things up.

The Scyther hit the muddy ground and slipped. For a moment, Jared thought that the bug would go flying and hit the ground, or slide into the trees.

It went flying, alright. Flying like a bug on the wing. It fluttered in mid-air, flapping away as it crossed its blade-arms defensively.

“That’s a neat trick,” Jared muttered.

“He’s my best. He knows all kinds of moves, and he’s going to use them to put you in your place, ‘hero.’”

[i]I didn’t try to be one, you know.[/i]

Shaking his head, he focused on the fight. If it wasn’t going to be finished with just a quick little trick like that, then he needed to pay attention. Croccy was a cocky little guy, but there was only so much that he could take. The blades would be far more painful than just blowing water into fire and getting a little heated from the steam.

Scyther came in with more attacks, cutting at the ground, but Croccy was smart enough to use his Water Gun attack for a bit of distance, using it to blow himself backwards and then into the air for a dodge. Part of the attack even hit the Scyther from behind, not quite taking out his wings but definitely doing something to slow him down. The blade-arm Pokémon spun around, obviously incensed.

“Go on! Swords Dance!”

The Scyther pulled its blades together, tapping them and spinning them in place. It was almost like it was using them as a spinning barrier, but –

[i]No, he’s making him stronger. Much stronger.[/i]

Jared tapped his chin. Croccy looked back at him, waiting for an order, but he shook his head. Bugsy was already tapping his foot, getting impatient, annoyed at being made to wait again. However, if it was turn-based…

He smiled to himself, waiting as the dance continued, watching as the blades tapped against each other again and again and again, the Scyther spinning in place, obviously charging up further and further. Steam was starting to come off of the big guy’s arms, and so was sweat, the bladed bug starting to work through a lot of energy.

“Come on. Just do something!”

“Why?” Jared asked, smiling.

“Because…because…”

“Because he’s getting tired?”

That much was obvious. It was a bit of a cheap move, cheesing it like this, but it was the case. The bug just didn’t stop dancing, and that meant that he kept burning through stamina. He hummed to himself, waiting as he leaned back on his heels.

“That’s one of those big problems, isn’t it?” he said, a little cocky despite himself. “All that learning, and you tell it to do something that will only wear it out. Oh, sure, he’s getting stronger by the second, but since I’m not telling Croccy to do anything, he’ll be too tired to actually attack in a few minutes.”

“You…you…”

“Yes?”

“…That’s not fair.”

“It’s just part of the way it works,” he said.

And he was right. A few minutes later, the Scyther collapsed on the grass, falling unconscious from pure exhaustion. The blades were hot to the touch, too, as evidenced when Bugsy ran forward and touched them, only to wince and pull his hands back.

Jared tossed him a Potion, and Bugsy immediately applied it. He was definitely more conscientious now, at least.

“Sorry about your Pokémon,” he said, shaking his head.

“Well…at least it’s better than what I did to Metapod.”

“That’s true.”

“He’ll be okay.”

“I’ll take your word on that.”

He was pretty sure that Bugsy was right, anyway. Much as he was putting down the kid’s brain, he could tell that there was something there. Not much of something yet, but something, mostly based out of the books that the kid read for school. He called Croccy back to the ball, knowing that it’d be better to keep that from getting out of hand. Besides, from the running tackle that the crocodile was building up to, he was pretty sure that there was going to be all sorts of hugging later.

As the Pokémon were all gathered up, Bugsy stood up and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a little pin, offering it up.

“Here’s the Hive Badge. Congratulations,” he said, not without a little grumble in his voice.

“…Thanks. Gonna get your Pokémon to the center?”

“Duh.”

“Glad you’re better than Falkner about that…”

“Huh?”

“Just the idiot at the last town. Wanted to be all dramatic and talk about how his father’s Pokémon had failed him instead of getting them healed.”

“That’s dumb.”

“So was he.” Jared paused, looking back and forth. “Uh, quick question.”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have any, uh, crazy fans, do you?”

“…Why would I?”

“Just checking.”

At least he wouldn’t be run out of town by the crazies again. That was something. Pocketing the badge, he shook Bugsy’s hand, then proceeded to climb over the trees again.

“You can just leave, you know,” the kid called after him.

“Just keeping in practice!”

#

Returning to the Pokémon Center just to make sure that his Pokémon were all okay – they were – Jared went back to his room. As he climbed the stairs, he noticed that Bugsy had followed, doing exactly what he said he’d do, and he felt a small hint of relief at seeing the kid follow through.

[i]At least some people don’t have to have decency beaten through their skulls the same way.[/i]

Reaching his room, he tapped the balls to let everyone out. Snugs was already coiling around his leg before the light even faded, and Croccy was doing his happy dance.

“Haha! Oh, man, that was smart, Master! I didn’t think about that. Just waiting? Man, who would have thought of that?”

“Anyone that doesn’t fight by turn-based rules,” he said. “Which will be most of the wild Pokémon out there.”

“Yeah, but they’re nicer.”

“Most of the time,” Lurch muttered, the Bellsprout pulling himself up on the couch and getting comfortable. “Did everything go that well?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, got to fight someone big and strong. Man, I feel gooooooood!”

As Croccy danced almost as much as his younger form might have done, Shimmer flew down and hovered over his hand. He offered the bird a place to land, and the Pidgey did just that. It even sat down just enough to –

Squelch.

“Still stretching yourself?” Jared asked, blushing.

The Pidgey nodded, slowly wiggling herself down on his middle finger until he had managed to get at least half of it inside of her. The tightness was…well, surprisingly erotic as he supported the bird like that.

Sitting down on the couch, he looked at the badges in his pocket. He knew that they were going to be useful for something or other, though what, he didn’t know. Some of them were good for using techniques in different places, though that was an odd sort of rule. If one could just automatically use them in battle, he didn’t know why they weren’t allowed outside of it. Particularly simple moves.

He put them back in his pocket, focusing instead of the tightening and loosening of Shimmer’s sex around his finger. He looked down at the bird, who seemed perfectly serene despite fucking itself without moving. It made him smile.

“Are you that eager?”

“P-Pidge.”

Shimmer looked away, huffing softly, and he smiled.

[i]I wonder if that’ll bring about an evolution.[/i]

It was entirely possible. He was pretty sure that most of his team was at least level 15, and Croccy was past that. Pidgeys tended to evolve not that long before level 20, and that would mean that Shimmer was soon due to go to the next stage. That would make it a little easier for…that…but if they did it before she evolved, then that was going to be tight.

His cock twitched against his will, and he grumbled as Snugs immediately turned his head towards that spot.

“Mmm, Master’s wantin’ to boop us with his dick.”

“I don’t…”

Jared sighed, rubbing his forehead. He wasn’t sure if that was even the truth anymore. The stuff that he had done with Croccy, with Snugs, with Lurch, too, all had been fairly fun. And more to the point, it had been…mostly consensual, at least once it had started, and he’d been the one questioning it rather than them, so that felt okay.

But at the same time, he shouldn’t be getting that into them. He shouldn’t be popping boners thinking about fucking his Pokémon. That was the bad stuff. That was what Team Rocket did. That was what he had been forced to see people do over and over and over again in the past. Why the hell was he starting to want that?

Was it just because they were so eager? He kind of thought that, but as the team looked up at him, and Shimmer in particular, he realized that it wasn’t all them. At least, not anymore. Not since he had offered it to them last night.

He sighed, groaning under his breath.

“Why do you guys make things so complicated?”

“Master?” Croccy asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Nothing.”

“Pidgey?” Shimmer asked, gesturing with a wing at his crotch.

“…Tonight,” he said. “When we get somewhere where we can camp out, tonight.”

That would be soon enough.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A battle against Bugsy goes better than expected, and the team pushes for their last member to be given a chance to understand him, too.

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