Interlude
Story by Axel Silverwolf on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
“Damn it… Damn it… DAMN IT!” Aggron said, practicing in the arena, finding it empty today now that there were no matches for today.
Aggron couldn’t believe he lost on the first match… He was supposed to be the best fighter in the king’s personal army… And yet he lost to a cook. He practiced as soon as he was free, and yet he felt low… He swore he was going to win these matches… And hoped that the cook wouldn’t break him.
“Well well, looks like the loser is practicing” A voice came from behind him.
Aggron, angered, threw his metamorphing weapon in the direction of the voice, he didn’t care who it was, all he cared about was that he wasn’t to be disturbed, especially by Appletun.
Whoever Aggron had attacked, dodged by sidestepping from the attack, the sword’s blade being attached to a chain on the handle before Aggron pulled it back to himself.
“You…!” Aggron growled, realizing it was Corviknight.
“Yes, it is I” Corviknight said as he circled around Aggron.
“What the fuck do you want!?” Aggron growled at him.
“Oh nothing… Just relishing your loss… I figured you’d have the first victory of the arena with how you got matched up with a cook. It seems now that you had underestimated your opponent, it makes me wonder if you’re still worthy of being called a rival of mine” Corviknight said, taunting his rival.
“You… I’ll behead you right after I win the tournament!” Aggron threatened him.
Corviknight laughed at him.
“Am I supposed to be scared of someone who lost? At the first round at that? I think not… But don’t worry, the deities we’ve known will soon return. They will know once I win that they are going to be welcomed back, and I will show them that the world should be back the way it was. So don’t get mad at me, you will be at their mercy when I win, I’ll make sure of that. Now get on to practicing, you wouldn’t want to lose pathetically again wouldn’t you? I can just already imagine your body being defiled by… Hmm… Maybe your own troops right? That will be fun to watch next time” Corviknight said as he left Aggron to his devices, much to the steel type’s frustration.
“Fucking bird… I’ll cook him alive one day…” Aggron growled, before resuming his practice with a dummy.
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“Hmm… Yes… Some fire stone will do…” Appletun said as he picked out some new ingredients from the market.
Appletun was looking for more ways to be creative with his next match, though he knew who his opponent would be, it would be a problem now that he knew his trick with his sludgy syrup and it’s hardening properties.
Then he bumped right into the very one himself… Corviknight…
“Oops, didn’t see you there. Why don’t I give you a hand” Corviknight said.
“A pleasure…!” Appletun said, before gasping in pain as the dark knight had decided to squeeze his hand rather hard, almost to the point of injury, before the bird immediately let go as soon as he was up.
“You… Are doomed. You will soon be at my mercy, and I know there’s nothing you can do to bait me with that syrup you had. Your tricks are used up, and you’ll wish you forfeited the match before you met me. The ancient gods who’ve abandoned us will judge you before they are risen once more… Are you alright?” Corviknight said, darkly, before smiling and pretending to be friendly with him.
Appletun recovered quickly, looking at his feathery arm before smiling back.
“Thank you for the help, I’ll be sure to keep your advice in mind” Appletun smiled back, rubbing his hand a bit now that he had it back.
“Good… I hope you don’t get hurt before our match. It would be quite a shame” Corviknight said as he left.
Appletun stared for a while at Corviknight, before turning his attention towards the candy stand.
“I’ll have some of that gum please” Appletun said, purchasing some sweets and popcorn.
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“I have to thank you my slave… You’ve given me the perfect gift… Your resilience to trying to stay sane was most useful…” Dusknoir said as he felt his form shifting.
He could feel his corporeal body slowly turning more physical, and stronger as well… He considered himself perfect now.
Dusknoir felt himself changing, he was becoming stronger, faster, and… Perhaps these are what he inherited from Drapion… Greed.
The whole time he was torturing Drapion was not him doing it out of a whim, but to absorb his spiritual essence, and essentially steal the strength, and everything that made Drapion up.
Dusknoir felt his body changing form… Until his form changed to that of Drapion’s… Along with the tank top he wore, and the hard scales that made up his body. Yes… He was now more durable than before.
“I could never have surpassed the weakness of my corporeal body until you came… You will be the first to be sexually tortured and resumed to be broken tomorrow” Dusknoir promised to himself.
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Drapion was in his room, letting the water run down his body as he bathed.
“I can’t… I can’t go back… Not to him… No… NOOO!!!!” Drapion growled.
Drapion knew that if he would spend the rest of his life in Dusknoir’s care, he would break, his mind can’t bear the thought of it again.
The sexual torture he got from Dusknoir… He never let him rest. And being consumed inside the body of that ghost… He never wanted to be back in that flesh prison again.
He’ll cheat his way through the tournament if he had to! And he will never go back there again! And if he lost… He’ll escape before that even happens, one way or another!
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“I… Will not let myself lose anymore… I will save my village… Please… If there is a god out there, please save me…!” Tropius begged, bowing to nobody in particular in his grassy room.
Tropius had felt for the first time yesterday, what it was like to be powerless.
When he protected the forest from Corviknight’s soldiers back then, he managed to fend off his soldiers, and thought to one day face Corviknight to protect everyone from them.
But now he knew he was no match… And Corviknight was going to keep having his way with him… Maybe… Maybe if he gave himself up to Corviknight was the only way he could save his people… Maybe… Maybe this was…
“No… I will not… N-Not give myself to him… Someone… Anyone… Save me… Save my village…!” Tropius begged as he hoped for a miracle.
In the slightly ajar door, Corviknight smirked, he at least filled the slutty chief’s head with terror and doubt… And tomorrow, he’ll keep giving him something to fear him. With his village in mind too.
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“Ahahahaha! Lunch is on me guys! We’re gonna have a feast tonight!” Electivire yelled as he and several other workers cheered and bumped mugs of beer.
Electivire decided to spend the day with his workers, ordering the whole menu since he some perks with winning. Apparently if you won, you could have all your meals on the house, what with the tournament bringing in more business than ever.
“Here’s to our boss!” One pokemorph worker, a raichu said.
“More worker rights and higher pay! Eat the rich and turn the tables around!” A dedenne worker said.
“Haha that’s right! We’re gonna make them all pay one day! Now eat up! We’ll be having more fun with nidoking tomorrow! Ahahahaha!” Electivire yelled as he and his workers laughed.
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Nidoking growled as he ate grumpily, he could hear Electivire and his friends eating ravenously and talking about using him tomorrow.
Nidoking wanted nothing more than to attack him now… But no… The king literally said that the winners will not so much as harm the slaves, and vice versa… He didn’t want to risk being disqualified… He was already in too deep in this. He was also scared of what the king would do if he broke the rules…
He then brought out an item he bought… A toxic orb… Of course, that wouldn’t affect him negatively, but if the merchant who sold it this morning was right… It was going to make him stronger throughout the fight.
He no longer cared if his wife left him because of his reputation right now, or if his son disowned him for being such a wimp to lose and be careless with his fight… But he was determined to rise from this humiliation, then they’ll regret it.
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Nearby Electivre and Nidoking, Audino and Spinda were eating as well, with Spinda having brought out something as they finished eating.
“I appreciate you not ordering me around. It’s kind of a relief you actually don’t hate me or anything” Spinda said as he scratched the back of his head.
“Think… *munch*... Nothing of it… I’m not cruel enough to want to order you around like a slave… Unless I need to” Audino said as he drank some fruit juice.
“No really. Nobody really paid me much mind and actually disliked me before all this. I actually want you to win, that is, if I don’t. And if I do, I’ll help with your brother!” Spinda said as he drank some beer.
Audino sighed, as charming as Spinda was, he really needed to quit drinking. He guessed that it was too much to ask for someone who drinks while fighting. Still… If Spinda was serious, he may have more chances saving his brother from his coma.
“Thank you, I appreciate that. My brother means the world to me. He was a really good boxer, truth be told, I wasn’t much of a fighter, he was supposed to be the brawn between us. But now, I have to be as much of a fighter as he was if I want to save him. He was really lucky, he told me so when he used his lucky gloves to win matches” Audino said, reminiscing about his brother.
“Hmm… Then I’ll give you my good luck charm then! You’ll need all the luck you can get right?” Spinda said, as he brought out some sort of stone.
“I can’t take that” Audino said, but Spinda shook his head.
“If you don’t want to keep it, then just give it back the next time you win. Promise ok?” Spinda said, holding out a pinky for him.
Audino hesitated for a moment, before wrapping his pinky around Spinda’s.
“Alright, just promise me you’ll win too then” Spinda said as they both pinky promised.
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“Urgh… Agh…!” Pangoro groaned, feeling himself take blows as he struggled to imitate the same fighting style he had to face.
“Come on! You said that you wanted to learn from me right? Just let the music guide you, and soon you won’t even need to hear it to try and make your own movements!” Simisear said as he delivered a few blows at Pangoro.
Pangoro had asked Simisear to teach him with the way he fought in their match. The erratic movements and unpredictability had given him a certain degree of trouble, and he thought it might come in handy one day.
An ancient device, what seems to be a small stereo, was playing while they were practicing against each other. One of Simisear’s prized possessions that he shared with Pangoro in the meantime.
“Gurgh… It’s harder than you’re saying it is…!” Pangoro growled in annoyance, trying to imitate and match the speed and movement that SImisear was making.
“Hey, it’s not like it’s easy for me to teach a heavyweight like you, you know?” Simisear siad as he shrugged and tried to slow down to let Pangoro catch up with his movements.
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“I… Will not lose again… Damn that scholar… Damn him!” Slither Wing growled, anger boiling inside him.
In Slither Wing’s room, the arrogant god’s ego had been shattered the moment he had lost against Slowbro.
And inside him, was a certain change forming… He refused to accept the outcome that had happened… He knew that Slowbro was a weakling, a scholar of not much renown, and yet he manipulated the rules to gang up on him… Gang up on HIM.
What’s more, the scholars had toyed with his body, to be poked and experimented on like a toy… He couldn’t take such a thought!
Was he destined to lose again? To be at the mercy of someone even less significant than Slowbro? He couldn’t accept it… He had to be stronger… He MUST get stronger.
Slither Wing’s form continued to glow brightly, until the light dimmed and revealed a cocoon in his place, laying in wait to be reborn as something more…
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“Hypno…” Slowbro said.
“Slowbro…” Hypno returned the gesture.
The two looked at each other as they privately had a meeting.
“Have you learned what I was requesting?” Slowbro asked him.
“Hmmm…. Yes… It would require you removing that shell… And placing it on your head… Though I warn you, it might prove fatal… KUKUKUKUKUUKUKU!” Hypno seriously said, before laughing at the end of his sentence.
“I see… Then I shall promise that you will have certain… Privileges, if I win then…” Slowbro said, looking at his tail.
“Kukukukukuku… Well, IF you win that is. But this is so interesting… I will look forward to your match. Now, I have some participants to meet, they will surely want to have privileges with the losers in the loser’s bracket. Kukukukukuku!” Hypno said before leaving.
“So it’s that serious huh…? If that’s what it takes to be stronger, then so be it…” Slowbro said as he thought to now get his fellow scholars to come to his room and get on with the procedure.
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“Fools… That prisoner was supposed to see me as king… Now he has escaped, and therefore, escaped my wrath!” Tyrantrum growled at his subordinates, a garchomp and a kommo-o.
“The dog was craftier than I thought. He managed to set fire to the tent he was held captive in, no doubt wanting revenge” Garchomp said.
“Should we go after him? We have plenty of time to follow and get him to surrender himself” The kommo-o said.
“... No. I will go after him myself when this tournament is won. We have plenty of time…” Tyrantrum said.
“Grrr… If only we could take anyone here as a slave…” Garchomp said, looking at anyone here they could capture instead.
“Relax… No need to cause chaos, all in due time. The rules of the wild will soon be the dominant rule in this forsaken city” Tyrantrum said.
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Walrein looked at his reflection, in his water themed room.
He relaxed for a while in his room, wondering if he should quit now while he had some degree of freedom.
It was true, he wanted to be out of here… In the seas, he was the strongest, but as soon as he set food on land and had his first battle… He was beaten. He sunk lower into the huge, wooden tub made to accommodate his size.
He worried… What if his crew made off with his ship, and his treasure along with it…
He was now unsure where he belonged… Perhaps… He should surrender himself to his new king… Ty-
“No! No! I am the king… I… I am…” Walrein said, placing both of his hands on his head, he didn’t get a second chance just to surrender himself and… And be ravaged by that savage brute!
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“Kukukukuku! Yes, with that sum… I could arrange for you and your friends specifically to punish the loser of losers!” Hypno laughed as he took the money, and began writing names for each contestant if they lost.
Of course, that was whoever had paid the most, and he was just finished with the last one.
The matches tomorrow will be quite interesting indeed. The loser’s bracket will not even know who will be punishing them until it was happening.
Sorry for taking a while guys, my laptop broke and had to get my fan fixed.
Also I’ve been thinking to mix up who gets matched with who on the loser’s bracket. Lemme know your opinions!
Please vote for either of these two!
-Appletun
-Corviknight
As for the loser’s bracket, I’d have you all vote now but I just wonder if you all want to randomize who fights who first
Battle Results:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1reCQRLiQCM1x3OmaD6Vt15nTuvkl7gh6/view?usp=drive\_link