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Chapter 3
Legend
Riley, Erin, and Miru crept past the broken pillars and walls and towards a looming hole where a door likely once stood. Miru’s ears and nose were quivering as she fought to capture a picture of the scene inside with her senses. Riley and Erin’s eyes glowed a very faint blue and they seemed to have each already locked onto their targets.
Miru slowly slid her hand beneath the ear she’d kept constantly scrunched up. Since she chose to present herself as a nude, harmless pokegirl, there was nowhere else on her body she could hide something. Still, she didn’t have a good lock on a target. She could identify the shadowy figures within the ruin, but identifying the priority target, that was a different story.
“I’ll detonate some of my aura in the center of the group. The sudden light should disorient everyone.” Miru turned to see Riley gazing into the darkness, completely ignoring her. “Make sure to cover your eyes, Inspector.”
Miru blinked her assent. She’d refused Nicholas’ assistance, and this human was offering his own without attacking her pride. “Thank you for the warning.”
Riley focused on the ragtag group. They were mostly clustered around a large object on the ground and he feared he knew exactly what, or who, it was. There was no more time to lose. “Ready. Set. Mark!”
Miru turned away as light blossomed in the room. With assorted curses and shouts the humans inside staggered away from their prize, their pokegirls around them either following suit or turning to see what had happened.
Miru brought her eyes back to see the room clearly. Three humans. Four pokegirls. Her fingers wrapped around the rough grip sitting beneath her ear and she pulled her pistol from its holster.
The first two shots that signaled the start of the attack were in such quick succession that they sounded like a single burst. The furthest pokegirl, a Golbat, slumped as the bullets entered her chest and throat. For a heartbeat, she looked like she was going to stay standing. Then she crumpled, her mouth opening as she did but nothing coming out. Miru had shredded her lungs and windpipe to instantly neutralize the pokegirl’s sonic attacks, but she wasn’t dead. Hardly. She was still a pokegirl – but she was down.
The crack of Miru’s pistol was also the signal for Erin to attack. Riley’s flare, and now the collapsing Golbat, were surprises these terrorists were not prepared for. The humans would be reacting within seconds. The pokegirls were undoubtedly moments away from drawing the proper conclusion, if they hadn’t already.
Her eyes snapped to one who obviously had. As she charged she saw one of the two feline pokegirls in the group tense up. The girl had had the misfortune of being more intelligent than her fellows.
Her reward was Erin’s fist powdering the side of her ribcage. The girl yowled, unable to even turn to face her attacker before she was blasted away by a surge of aura. Riley didn’t bother giving chase to the crippled pokegirl, turning instead and striking at the next as a shimmering wall sprang up between the now panicking humans and their last remaining protector.
Miru blinked when she saw the wall appear. Beside her Riley held out his arms, fingers cocked as he manipulated his aura into a thick shield that showed no signs of budging even as Erin slammed the other feline against it.
Miru lowered her pistol when the last pokegirl spun to her. Guns were great for dealing with humans and unaware targets, but even the slowest pokegirl would be able to foul her aim. Not worth wasting a bullet.
The girl snarled as Miru slipped her pistol back beneath her ear and began to approach. “BITCH! DIE!”
Miru slid back when the girl charged her, measuring her steps. When the enemy pokegirl was one and a half strides away she stopped. The girl took one more step and swung, but her fist, tipped with spines that oozed poison, whistled harmlessly through the air in front of Miru. With clinical precision Miru stepped in, snapping the girl’s elbow before targeting the opposite knee with a kick. To help the dumbfounded girl to the floor she finished the motion by pausing, energy building in her fist before Miru’s arm snapped out and delivered a devastating strike to the girl’s stomach. There was no resistance anymore as Miru walked away from the moaning, quivering heap she’d created.
The slightest hint of a frown flickered over her face. She wouldn’t be able to get any useful information from these humans if that was the quality of pokegirl they’d been guarded by. Even the newborn would have put up more of a fight.
Speaking of. She glanced back to where Nicholas and Sohn were approaching. “There’s no need for either of you. Head back to the surface while I organize transportation for the prisoners.”
Nicholas ran his eyes over the dying pokegirls Miru had dealt with and then the beaten but stable pair Erin was securing. “Let’s get those girls in their pokeballs.”
Miru snorted. “The longer they’re on the ground, the more energy they’ll waste staying alive. I don’t have prison bolts, so-“
Nicholas shouldered past her and began roughly digging through the terrorists’ gear. It took him a minute but he found the pokeballs that responded to the Golbat and what Kalmiya informed him to be a Croagunk and triggered the recall beams on both before turning to face Miru again. She had a stony expression as she watched him and he tossed her the pokeballs before walking back to where Sohn nervously stood. “I don’t torture pokegirls for any reason.”
“Wake. Wake!” Nicholas turned at the low muttering. One of the three humans had turned to the object they’d been gathered around and was inching closer to what could now be seen clearly as a nude female statue. Or perhaps something else. “Wake in the name of Regigigas, the world-shaper!”
Erin yanked the man back as Riley walked up. “She slumbers, as she should. None of you could ever dream of changing that.” The man continued raving until Erin jabbed him in the stomach, turning his chants into a strangled gagging. But Riley was watching the figure on the ground. “Inspector! Miru, was it? I’ll leave my guests in your hands. I need to clean up their mess.”
Miru moved to begin herding the cultists back towards the surface, Erin assisting her, but Nicholas didn’t follow. He was watching Riley. And when the man raised his gaze to look at him neither was surprised to see the other waiting.
“The good Inspector would probably appreciate another set of hands,” Riley offered.
Nicholas snorted. “She could care less what I did, as long as I maintain our cover. I’ve been doing fine until I ran into you.”
“Yes, well, that’s hardly your fault.” Riley’s eyes slid to the figure trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. “Young Chimchar, aren’t you wanting to train? If you ask, I’m sure Erin would be happy to help.”
“Ah…” Sohn stammered.
“You want power. You’ve seen mine, Erin’s, and have felt things beyond your grasp.” Sohn paled but remained silent. “You’re intelligent. You’ve guessed that you can see more, learn more, by staying in this room.” His eyes moved back to Nicholas. “I’m about to offer your Master answers. But they are for him, not you. I cannot promise you that you will gain anything if you stay.”
“What… What does that mean?” Sohn whispered.
“There are very, very few creatures that can manipulate aura,” Riley replied. “Few humans, and even fewer pokegirls. It is so rare that even the only evolutionary line known to be attuned with it has members who are incapable of aura manipulation.” He looked back to Sohn again. “You are no Riolu or Lucario, Sohn. I do not see any potential within you to harness this power.”
“Is there any harm in her staying here?” Nicholas asked before Sohn could reply.
Riley shrugged. “There is no physical danger, no. But is it truly safe to gain understanding of what is beyond your grasp? I hear that’s how madness begins.”
Nicholas reached out, taking Sohn’s hand after a moment. “She’s a stubborn one. She wants to be better than Miru. That’s quite a goal for a pokegirl her age.”
“That strength is attainable. Seemingly impossible, perhaps, but it is something within her reality. I am warning her that what she is hoping to find here is not.”
“I don’t care,” Sohn whispered. She squeezed Nicholas’ hand once before letting go and stepping forwards to address Riley directly. “I don’t care how impossible it is. Whether it is or not, even. I’ll still work towards that impossibility. I’m done being afraid of what I don’t have.” She looked up at Nicholas as a smile grew across her lips. “My Master is all I need in the end.”
Riley shook his head. “Very well. I commend your resolve. You have a good pokegirl there, Sir Topolski.” He returned his attention to the unmoving figure on the ground. “This is not where she is meant to rest. Wake, Registeel of Iron Island. It is time to return to your place.”
A light stream of blue flowed from Riley and began shimmering across the motionless pokegirl’s chest, eventually coalescing into a number of points that formed a circular pattern. A shiver went through the statue. Then, with the sound of screeching metal, it sat up.
Nicholas watched the figure sit motionless for a few minutes before it finally opened its eyes. As it did it also opened its mouth and a crescendo of electronic beeps and whirrs spewed forth.
“No. You are called by a guardian, an ally,” Riley replied quickly, strengthening the flow of aura he was sending. Registeel shuddered, her head turning to Riley as the beeping began to falter, interspersed with actual speech.
“Brbrbr-br- ra -deeeuuurrr- dia -dididi-“ another shudder as Registeel’s speech cut out completely, her eyes sliding shut, and when they opened again they glowed with Riley’s aura. “Que-r-y. Query: Aura. Guardian?”
“Yes. I am here to return you to your place,” Riley replied.
Registeel’s head jerked as it turned to survey the room, her eyes locking on Nicholas and then Sohn before she returned to Riley. “Obser. Vation: Balance, disrupted.”
“It is not yet your time to wake. That is the disruption,” Riley replied. “Your mistress still slumbers, undisturbed. I am here to return you to your chamber, and to replace the seal.”
Registeel stared at him for a while before jerkily getting to her feet. With every step she took the ground shuddered under her weight. “Action: Return. Sleep. Observation: Command, unavailable. Conclusion: Function, unneeded.”
Nicholas and Sohn watched Riley escort the legendary towards a destroyed wall. Registeel stepped inside but Riley remained, waiting as the golem made her way to the center of the small room within and sank back to the floor, sitting in a neutral posture that would have looked relaxed if not for her synthetic body. As her head slipped forwards her eyes closed and she went still.
Riley raised his hands, and the wall the cultists had demolished rose from the floor. The rubble fitted itself back into place and within moments the temple was whole again. Only then did he turn back and look at Nicholas and Sohn.
“Aura is life. It is control. It is power, it is weakness, it is everything. Aura is. Through the power of aura I know Erin and Miru have reached the caves above. They are almost on the surface. Erin has chided me for acting in front of each of you. Because through aura, we can even speak.” He walked back to the pair. “You want answers, Sir Topolski. You want to understand what you are, what the power you feel within yourself is. You believed you had found answers with your teacher, but now you are no longer sure. Now you have seen a hint of the truth, and you yearn for the rest. I can not give it to you. It is not something to give. It is something for you to find. All I can do is show you the path.”
“Then what is the path?” Nicholas asked.
“Understanding.” Riley turned to walk back towards the entrance of the temple, and the path upwards. “The power of aura is not like the power of humanity, or of pokegirls. It is something that intertwines both, and more. It is a power that changes this world.” He looked back before vanishing through the doorway. “Do you wish to change this world, Sir Topolski?”
He left Nicholas and Sohn to stand in the dark. Sohn was the first to move, her confused eyes the only things really visible in the gloom. “I don’t understand.”
Nicholas was staring into the distance. He did. He had the power to change the world. He always had, but had never wanted to use it. Ever since meeting Ho-oh, he had tried to use power to keep the world from changing him. But in Hoenn, he had discovered a purpose that he had believed only he could fulfill. He had moved to change the world. Ever since Zinnia had stolen that from him, he had felt… empty. Now he understood why.
Ho-oh’s blessing covered his aura, Riley had said. Restrained it. No, it didn’t restrain his. He just was afraid to let his own out.
Nicholas closed his eyes to collect his thoughts. When he opened them again he looked down at Sohn. “It’s okay. You don’t need to. All you need to understand is how to be stronger. That’s what I intend to help you understand, right now. Come on.” He found Sohn’s hands again and squeezed them tightly. “I’ve been hiding myself from you. Well… from everyone. I’ve just hidden more from you than the others. The least I can do is fix that.”
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Sohn whimpered and fell, shards of rock spraying through the air. The Geodude she had been fighting snarled, moving another stone into position and taking aim at the Chimchar.
“Master, she needs help,” Kalmiya hissed.
Nicholas watched Sohn fall. “What am I supposed to do? Tell her where to punch? Pilot her body? She’s here to learn to do that herself. I’m here to pick her back up when she fails.” He kept watching as Sohn’s hand swung out, bashing against the ground first before she managed to catch herself. Unfortunately, she was disoriented, and she caught herself with the back of her hand- the pain of her wrist twisting crumpled her arm completely and Sohn crashed to the cavern floor with a soft cry.
“She’s failed, Master,” Kalmiya said softly.
Nicholas chuckled under his breath. “Not yet.”
Sohn felt her arm throbbing in pain, throbbing along with the other injuries she had sustained over the last few hours. Nicholas hadn’t let her stop, or even slow down. She’d chase off a wild pokegirl, and he’d find another. Over. And over. She understood this. She understood what he was doing. He wanted her to give up. Fat fucking chance.
She was so dead set on her defiance that her analytical mind had been shelved. Perhaps it would have realized what Nicholas was actually doing – how every opponent he’d found for her was just below her strength, allowing her to win every time. Or how he had constantly been giving her advice, directing her to grow and learn with every battle. How, while he had not piloted her actions, his direction had caused her movements to become more refined. With every battle she had taken fewer hits, and the ones she still took had been less severe. She was growing, and at an astonishing pace.
None of that came to her mind. All she knew, all she cared about, was that she was on the ground. She did not want to be. She was here because she did not have power. She did not want to be weak. She couldn’t fight.
She wanted nothing more than to be able to fight.
Flame burst to life across every inch of Sohn’s body. With a furious howl she threw herself back upright, uncaring that the motion could only be achieved by further injuring her wrist. One hand hung limp beside her, but the other rose. Sohn locked her eyes on the Geodude. And in the blink of an eye, she was gone.
Gone from her original position, but not gone completely. It was comical, the way the Geodude blinked at the empty space in front of her. She had lost, but her body hadn’t realized it yet.
Then it did. Sohn burned bright in her new position behind the Geodude, blazed as the rock pokegirl crumpled behind her. And Nicholas laughed when her flames glowed even brighter.
Sohn’s stance firmed as the evolution progressed. As the excess energy bled back into her she straightened and, finally, when the glow died, her flames beginning to fade with it, she turned back to look at the unconscious Geodude.
She stared. Nicholas stared at her. Not much had changed, but he could still see the differences clearly. He would have described Sohn’s body before as being perhaps ‘athletic’ or, when he got her in bed, ‘perky’. He couldn’t call her that anymore. Well, maybe perky still fit. He’d find out soon enough. What definitely fit instead, however, was ‘toned’.
As a Chimchar, Sohn’s body had been smooth, even soft. No longer. Every muscle he could see now had full definition. Along with that were the changes that had come to her tail and face. Her eyes were no longer brown. Now, they burned a fierce red. And her tail burned along with them, a flame flickering around the tip.
Sohn looked up when she heard Nicholas clear his throat. He smiled and sketched a slight bow. “Congratulations.”
Sohn looked back down at her fist. She flexed it a few times before raising her hand to her eyes. “You did this to me.”
Nicholas’ smile widened. “I helped, yes. Congratulations on evolving, Sohn. How do you feel?”
Sohn relaxed her fist and began to laugh. It was different, slightly, but it was still undeniably Sohn’s, and before long her eyes snapped back to his. Nearly as fast as she’d attacked before she was on top of him, her lips curling back from her mirth as she continued to laugh. Nicholas noted the slight growth she had undergone, something he was very used to from an evolution, as the now slightly taller Monferno barely had to stretch to lock their lips together. He felt her newfound strength as she embraced him and though he was still able to match her, he could feel Sohn’s body trembling excitedly when she realized it wasn’t as easy for him as it had been when she was a Chimchar.
“I want more,” she whispered in a moment between her hungry kisses. “I didn’t understand but I didn’t need to – my Master showed me the path to power. Will you show me more? Will you show me how to beat that rabbit bitch?”
Nicholas chuckled. He was kissing her back but Sohn was completely taking the lead so he had to time his response carefully. “I’ll show you,” he managed to murmur back. The next time he got a breath he leaned over to whisper directly in Sohn’s ear. “I hear it clearly now. Susan is dead. Welcome to my harem, Sohn.”
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POKEDEX UPDATED
Tamer:Nicholas Topolski
Badges:
None
Harem:
Sohn, Monferno – Level 14
Miru, Buneary – Level 13
Non-Com Harem:
Kalmiya, Porygon-Z – Level 5
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“Are you sure you want to spend another day here, Master?” Miru whined. The three were about to board the same boat they had the day before in preparation for the island tour Nicholas had asked the captain about. The rest of the day before had been spent with Nicholas in the caves with his new Monferno, and Miru aboveground taking care of the prisoners. The cultists had disappeared overnight – Nicholas hadn’t bothered asking where.
“I want to see everything Canalave has to offer,” Nicholas replied. “Hopefully it’s an uneventful, fun trip.”
Sohn grinned. After her evolution her confidence had skyrocketed. “I’d love to have some fun today.”
“But Master yesterday you focused on her. I want you to focus on me now!” Miru whined again. “We went on a boat already!”
Nicholas eyed her. “Yesterday you thought another boat ride would be fun. Did you get all you wanted out of it already?”
Miru stomped her foot. “Seawater in my fur is icky. And that metal island place had barely any people on it anyways. I don’t want to go stare at boring empty islands.”
“Well, there may not be people on them, but I’d like to take a look anyways,” Nicholas replied. “We can afford one more day. I have things to think about.”
Miru grumbled under her breath as she followed him onto the boat. A few hours later she was still grumbling, tucked away all alone in the boat’s cabin.
Nicholas and Sohn were leaning over the rails as they listened to the captain weave his tales in a heavy seafaring accent. Nicholas appreciated the presentation, but it was obvious that most were false, made up rumors and mysterious cryptids to make the bay seem as if it was full of wonder. However, a few had more substance to them.
“And this here is tha’ Isle of Night,” the captain said, motoring down and sweeping his arm at a heavily forested island. “Called that because as tides rise across, it goes from a circle, to a crescent, and back, jes’ as the moon does.”
Nicholas nodded. “Incredible. You’d think the sea would have eroded it over time.”
“They say there’s somethin’ special calling that isle its home,” the captain replied. “Wouldn’t want its home washing away, no?”
“Is there a dock?”
The captain grunted and spun the wheel. “Aye. Be quick though; tide’s coming and there’s no island to stand on when it gets high.”
“Why are you interested in this one and not the cove with the sea monster?” Sohn asked curiously.
“Because I’ve met sea monsters before, and that was hardly the kind of cove they’d call home,” Nicholas replied. His eyes picked out where the waves were already lapping at the bases of the densely packed trees. “This, though, this isn’t quite as natural. Something is maintaining this island, and I want to find out what.”
“Tha’ dock rises with tha’ tides!” the captain called as Nicholas, Miru, and Sohn disembarked. “Though ya might get wet walking back teh me!”
Once they were a safe distance from the boat Miru spat on the ground. “I can’t believe you actually forced me along on this sightseeing trip. This is such a waste of time.”
“Is it?” Nicholas looked at Sohn. “Sohn, do you think this is a waste of time?”
“What she thinks doesn’t matter,” Miru snapped. “You aren’t here to sightsee. You’re not a tourist. We have a mission and even one lost day could be disastrous.”
“You never gave me any information to go on,” Nicholas replied coolly. “In fact you’ve been much more testy than usual since interrogating those cultists. Is there something you haven’t shared with me?”
“I figured you were smart enough to understand, and you apparently are, but not smart enough to figure out what to do next.” Miru aimed a kick at a branch that had the misfortune of being in her way, sending it crashing through the forest with a deafening crack. “We got shit from those criminals. Less than shit. Nothing they knew was anything I didn’t. And they were my ONLY GOOD LEAD!” She ground to a halt and forced Nicholas to turn to her. “So what do you think an investigation does when their leads dry up? Hm?” Nicholas opened his mouth and Miru jumped down his throat before he could speak. “YOU DON’T FUCKING GO ON VACATION!”
“You might not have learned anything new on Iron Island but I. Did,” Nicholas replied. “Not to mention Sohn evolved. I’m not throwing her into a gym battle until she’s had some time to get to know her new body. After a pokegirl evolves-“
“Once again. I do not care what the newborn thinks or needs,” Miru snarled. “She shouldn’t be here in the first place. She’s too willful and you’re too attached to her. It’s no longer a concern that she might get in the way of our investigation, she now has begun doing so.”
“I’m not getting in your way. You’re just bitchy because you’re not in control anymore.”
Miru slowly turned to stare at Sohn. The Monferno stared defiantly back. “Ex-fucking-scuse me?”
“Saw it all the time at the lab,” Sohn said. “Some girl would have everything go right for her and let it get to her head. The moment someone pushed back, something went just a tiny bit wrong, she became just like you."
Miru stepped towards Sohn. "You can apologize or I'll send you back to your pokeball."
“You could, too,” Sohn replied. She didn’t budge. “I’m stronger than I was a few days ago, and I’m still nothing to you. But I won’t apologize for calling you out. So do it.” She spread her arms. “Knock me out. Beat me down. You are the stronger pokegirl. And Master Nicholas is the stronger tamer.”
“No. Miru is not making that choice,” Nicholas cut in. “She defends herself, you’re right. She steps down, you’ve won. I’m not letting you trap her.” He turned to Miru. “When an investigation stalls, you go back. You find new leads, no matter how strenuous their connection to your evidence. Correct?”
Miru’s hand was flexing angrily but she brought her attention to him instead of Sohn. “Yes. Eight three six was going to work his magic somewhere else. I have a way to contact him, but it’s not something I can do on a barren island in the middle of nowhere.”
“We don’t need- eight three six?” Nicholas blinked.
Miru’s eyes slid shut and she exhaled, hard. “Looker. I have a way to contact Looker.”
“Is that his agent number?” When Miru didn’t respond Nicholas shrugged. “Whatever. We don’t need Looker yet. We’re right where we need to be.”
“How can we be?” Miru hissed. “There is nothing here. No suspects. No evidence. Nothing.”
“How would you feel about potential informants?” Nicholas asked.
Miru frowned. “What kind of informants would be on a random island in the middle of the ocean?”
Nicholas turned away from her. “The kind you recruited me to deal with.”
“We enlisted your aid because of your central role in the defusal of the Hoenn situation,” Miru replied, moving to catch up to him. “Your knowledge and experience are valuable, but that’s all we expect you to bring to the investigation.”
Nicholas shrugged at nothing particular. “Remind me again what my role was in ‘defusing’ the Hoenn ‘situation’?”
“You tracked down the ringleaders and were able to bring both to justice, all while avoiding the forces in play. Being able to come that close to what was reported and making it out alive? We figured you’d have valuable insight into what these threats actually are.” She shrugged as well. “It’s on your recommendation that we’re here in Sinnoh in the first place.”
“That’s what you believe? I’m a lucky guy, that’s it?”
Miru frowned. “Are you insinuating you are something more?”
“And suddenly she’s willing to ask that question. What changed your mind, Special Investigator? Because I haven’t insinuated anything. From the beginning I’ve told you the same thing.” He glanced at her. “It was Riley, wasn’t it. You didn’t believe there could be anything beyond your experience until it slapped you in the face. And sent you through a table.” He turned away as Miru began to purple. “Sohn’s right. You force everything around you into your own view of the world. Why were you the one chosen for this investigation unit?”
“I was PROMOTED into this unit because of my successful work,” Miru snapped, “and if you and this newborn would follow my instructions there wouldn’t be any issues.”
“I was under the impression that you and I were equals in this,” Nicholas replied.
Miru scowled. “You’re a consultant.”
“Then let me do my job,” Nicholas shot back. “You’re out of your league. That’s why. I’m. Here.” He swiveled away, ignoring Miru when she shouted after him, and shoved his way further into the forest.
There was power on this island. He wanted to ask it a few questions.
His senses drew him towards the center and after a few minutes he emerged into an overgrown clearing. The ground fell away in front of him, one side of the circular pit sheer, reaching from the ground to the bottom, and the other side seemingly collapsed, a slide of earth bulging into the hole a few feet down. At the bottom he could see seawater, a current under the surface and the slowly rising level suggesting that there was access to the ocean below. The water was slowly warping, likely circular when the pool was at low tide but now rising over the fallen earth and stretching at the top and bottom to make a crescent.
“Ooh. Beautiful. A pit.” Nicholas ignored Miru’s scathing observation and looked around the clearing itself. To him, the air here hummed, the water below filled both by an inky darkness and sparkling with an unnatural silver light. Something was here. Someone.
“Hello. I’m looking for the mistress of this island,” Nicholas called into the air. “I have some questions for you, if you wouldn’t mind.”
Silence. Miru and Sohn were staring at him with varying levels of confusion as the water below them continued to rise. Nicholas looked around again. Why would a reclusive legendary show herself to a human? Of course she wouldn’t. He peered down into the pit as he considered his options. Even if he could guess the name of whoever was here, that wouldn’t be enough to draw her out. He didn’t even feel eyes on him. Whoever was here was completely uninterested in the intruders.
“You’re crazy. Wonderful.” Miru turned to leave. “Great informant you’ve pulled out. A tidal pool.”
Nicholas exhaled. He had been hoping to shock Miru into giving him some respect. His mistake for expecting a legendary he’d never met to act at his beck and call.
He blinked. No… He hadn’t even done that, had he. He’d asked. Like he always did, he’d asked for their attention. Celine, Kali, and now Zinnia, they respected him. They were equals. The presence on this island had no reason to even acknowledge him.
Miru was a few steps away when Nicholas stood up again and stared directly across the pit. She whirled when she felt her fur stand on end. “I came peacefully. But I will be answered. YOU will answer me. Mistress of the Isle of Night, FACE ME!”
As Nicholas’ call echoed through the clearing the air trembled. For the first time, as small of an action as it was, he moved to change the world.
It produced the attention he was looking for. Nicholas settled down when he finally felt a presence. Then, two. His expression flickered for a moment. He hadn’t been anticipating two legendaries.
They appeared together. Shadows grew from the water below and as they rose towards him pinpricks of light pierced the void, eventually cutting a body from the darkness and separating from the other. Miru and Sohn fell back as the two forms reached the ground level, each hovering above the pit, and both fixated completely on the man standing before them.
“Which one?” a growling voice asked, the shadows gaining slightly more definition, though it didn’t help to mitigate the waves of fear this pokegirl was emanating. Nicholas was able to at least look her in the eyes, though. Frigid, icy blue eyes within the blackness. “Foolish human. Speak, before I torment you for your insolence.”
“Yes, please do explain yourself,” the other said. She was actually visible, her lightly colored skin and long blonde hair emitting a pale glow that illuminated a purple gem set in her forehead, and pink rings of power circling her body. No matter where they moved they maintained her modesty. “Which of us did you hope to call?”
“I only felt one presence here. I would like to apologize, and try again,” Nicholas replied. “Mistresses of the Isle of Night. I come seeking information. Forces seek to chain those like you, and I seek the means to stop them.”
“And you dared believe we would answer you?” the shadowy pokegirl hissed.
Nicholas locked eyes with the legendary. “You already have answered my call.”
Silence. The shadowy girl suddenly snarled, what was likely an arm snapping up and a black void forming before the other grabbed her and the void vanished in a burst of light. “Peace. They have done nothing to us, beloved. And it is true.” She turned back to Nicholas with a slight smile. “We did answer.”
The shadowy pokegirl could be heard growling under her breath. “The tide is shifting in your favor, babe. For that reason alone will I not punish this human.”
“I would know your name,” the glowing pokegirl said as she released the other and their shadows began to coalesce further. A face formed, the piercing blue eyes now framed by white hair that cascaded down her body all the way to her breasts. Her mouth wasn’t visible, though, even as the rest of the shadows formed a female body – everything on her face below her eyes was wrapped in a bulging, synthetic-looking red mask. Unlike the light pokegirl, she had nothing covering her groin.
Nicholas didn’t bother staring. That wasn’t what he was interested in, and the void that the pokegirl was formed from made it impossible to see anything in the first place. As far as his weak eyes could tell, her groin was completely smooth. “My name is Nicholas Topolski. I am many things, but today I come as an emissary, and ally.”
The light girl inclined her head slightly. “I welcome you to our home, emissary. Tell me, who – or what – do you claim to represent?”
“Myself. For to claim any of my allies would be folly,” Nicholas replied, “but I will list them. Celebi, Rayquaza, and Mew’s daughter.”
“Is that all?”
Nicholas glanced at the shadowy pokegirl. She’d stopped growling at him, at least. “No. But they are the ones I am closest to.”
“Our own introductions, then,” the light pokegirl replied. “This is Darkrai, the blackness that is the night, and I am Cresselia, the light that tempers her.”
Nicholas bowed slightly. “It is my pleasure to meet each of you.”
“I believe it is ours to meet you, emissary,” Cresselia murmured. “The chronicler does not have many allies.”
“Celebi, you mean. It’s hard for her to, with how she is always flicking through time,” Nicholas replied. “I’m a very lucky human.” He smirked when he heard Miru let out a strangled noise behind him.
“Lucky, or powerful,” Cresselia replied. “I am not blind to the power humanity holds. You would do well to meet the man that lives in this bay.”
“I’ve met Riley already, actually,” Nicholas replied, “but he’s not why I’m here. Will you help answer my questions?” When Cresselia nodded he forged ahead. “I am here because there are humans seeking to control the ancient powers that are beyond even the two of you. They preach of an end of days, and work tirelessly to bring it upon the world. Does that power exist on this planet? What is their goal?”
Cresselia gazed at him for a few long seconds before sighing. “The ancient powers. To me, ancient means something much different than it would to a human. And yet, I know you are speaking of things humanity has forgotten. We were wrong to view you as human. You are one of us, merely in human form.”
Nicholas shook his head. “What I am isn’t important. What is is what’s at risk. Creation is at risk. What do you know?”
“The chronicler would know more,” Cresselia pointed out.
“She is bound. She may not interfere, and information is interference,” Nicholas replied.
Cresselia nodded. “So it is. I suppose she even knows whether these humans you speak of will succeed.” She sighed again. “Compared to her I am relatively young. We are. But we will tell you what we know.”
Darkrai grunted. “This planet is special. It is the only one She deigned to seed with humanity. It is also the one from which we spread. From which pokegirls spread. This planet is the origin. It was the first She touched, and Her touch still lingers. Yes, the power these humans seek exists here. It is scattered, fragmented, but it is here.”
Nicholas looked back to Cresselia. “Where.”
“Humans have their stories. We do, as well,” Cresselia replied. “I am sorry that I can not give you more. But among us, the eternal ones, we have a story. Of how after She touched this planet, the planet clung to her, tried desperately to not be left behind. And as She moved on, the planet hung on, until finally it could stretch no longer. Thus formed the tallest mountain range on the planet. And at its center, Mt. Coronet.”
Nicholas turned. “Miru? What do you know of Mt. Coronet?”
Miru took a moment to shake herself out of her stupor but eventually she spoke. “Mt. Coronet. It- It’s the tallest mountain in the world, and it’s here in Sinnoh. Eh-hem.” Her voice cracked as she tried to clear her throat and she had to make two more attempts before she could gasp out another word. “But it’s enormous. Searching for something when we don’t even know what it is…”
“Knowing that it’s important is more information than we had before,” Nicholas said. “Cresselia, Darkrai,” he turned back to the two legendaries, “thank you. Is there anything more you can give me? Someone else who could know more?”
Cresselia shook her head. “There are others that exist within this region, others who are older than we are, but we have never sought them out. We only truly interact with our own Mistress, and she usually does not exist within this reality at all.”
Nicholas blinked. “Who?”
“She goes by many names. Humans named the moon and sun after her. Luna, Sol.” Cresselia let out an amused chuckle. “If I knew how, I would petition for her aid in your quest. But she exists beyond us, just as those like her and the Chroniclers do. They are true power.”
“Even what you have been able to give is of great help,” Nicholas replied. “Thank you. Both of you.”
“Hmph.” Darkrai was eyeing him. “Yes. We have helped you. But I never claimed to do so as a gift. All things have a price.”
Cresselia shot Darkrai a glance. “Beloved…”
“It is as you said. We were wrong to treat this human as we did. He is one of us. Yes?”
Cresselia sighed. “That is what I said, yes.”
“Then I will hold him to our laws.”
“For you to grant me a gift would be to admit subservience,” Nicholas replied. “I am very familiar with the laws the eternal ones hold themselves to. Very well. I agree that your information must be repaid in kind. What do you demand.”
Darkrai’s grin might not have been visible, but it was still quite obvious. “You claimed to come here as an ally. I demand you prove it.”
Nicholas gazed at her. Wordplay was so common whenever he spoke with these powerful pokegirls that he’d learned to speak like them. And to understand them. He’d backed himself into a damn corner. “I have many friends, but I must admit that I misspoke before. I came here as a friend. I only have three close allies, and to enter an alliance with me will take more than just the information you have provided today.”
Cresselia spoke before Darkrai could. “I believe we would be satisfied calling you friend. You are young as well, yes? Younger than we are. I will not hold your misstep over you.” She gave Darkrai a look. “WE will not.”
Darkrai’s grin definitely vanished as she growled a surly response. “Fine. Then I demand you prove that you are our friend.”
“What in the fuck are you all saying?” Miru hissed. “Friend, ally, just give them what they want and let’s go.”
Nicholas snickered and both Miru and Sohn squealed when he pulled his shirt off. “Thank you, Lady Cresselia. As you say, I am still young and learning. I am grateful to have only made mistakes when speaking to those as kind as you.”
“WHAT IN THE-!” Miru slammed her hands over her mouth when she saw Darkrai’s hair billow back, Cresselia’s rings shatter, both disrobed legendaries reaching for Nicholas as he finished undressing. The scream that came next was so loud her hands barely muffled it. “ARE YOU INSANE?”
Nicholas spared just a moment to shoot her a smug grin. “Hey. You said it yourself. I’m crazy.”
“You moved to solidify a bond of friendship without hesitation,” Cresselia said, her amusement coloring her words. “How many friends do you have, Nicholas?”
Nicholas took her arm when she got close, his other hand catching on Darkrai’s stomach. “Are you asking for a number, or their names?”
Darkrai reached up and took firm hold of her mask, her face splitting and revealing a grinning mouth full of obsidian teeth that she used to crush the heavy material. Shards of it sprayed across the clearing and she began hissing excitedly before licking her lips, a long red tongue snaking out and curling through the air as she did. “Impress us.”
Nicholas was staring at her with an unsettled smile. “You are a living nightmare.”
“We are far past the time for flattery,” Darkrai purred. Nicholas shuddered when her tongue snaked out and licked his cheek. “Impress us, Nicholas.”
“Instead of telling you. I’ll just show you.” Nicholas looked between the two for a moment in order to focus before calling on the power Ho-oh had granted him. He had no idea if it would work, but he figured if there was ever a time to try, it was now.
The two legendaries both drew closer when Nicholas’ aura surged. “You truly are one of us,” Cresselia purred, cupping Nicholas’ chin and drawing him into a deep kiss. Darkrai didn’t follow – instead, Cresselia moaned when she embraced the other legendary from behind and groped her breasts.
Nicholas worked the kiss as he took in the situation. This felt completely different from when he had bonded with Rayquaza. This was a different power. And yet, it was something he had called on. It was his, it was connected, and the two experiences shared a common thread. He was so close to understanding. Unfortunately, he also was quite distracted and he broke the kiss with a gasp when he felt Cresselia’s fingers slipping around his shaft.
“After you, beloved,” she whispered, pulling Nicholas towards her but turning slightly so that Darkrai’s was the face that he ended up in front of.
“No. After you, babe,” Darkrai purred back, Cresselia letting out a quiet yelp when Darkrai hook her hand under her butt and tried to lift her onto Nicholas’ length.
“No.” Both stilled when they heard the third voice. “If we are all to be equals, then I will introduce myself to you both at the same time.”
Darkrai giggled, immediately moving her hand to snag Cresselia and draw her in tightly so that their chests squashed together. “I’m glad you kept me from tormenting this one, babe. He has fun ideas.”
“Hmph.” Darkrai yelped when Cresselia crushed her mouth to hers, using the distraction to drag herself and her lover to the ground in front of Nicholas. She struggled briefly before Nicholas heard her moan, her hands both reaching out to embrace Cresselia just as the other legendary did the same. They ended up on their sides, furiously making out, their legs raised to grind their pussies together in full view.
Nicholas hooked one leg under each arm as he went in, his shaft sliding between the two quite easily. The legendaries’ moans grew in volume when he came to a halt, the veins of his cock pulsing against their labia with every beat of his heart. Back, forwards. Nicholas thrust slowly, taking great care not to slip into either of the two pokegirls. Even still he felt their lips sucking at him and he came, cum spraying into the space between the two and linking their bodies together in strands of white.
“There,” he grunted, drawing back until he felt the tip of his penis begin to slip to a side. “Introductions have been made. Now, I remember the tides moving to favor Cresselia?” Cresselia shrieked when he pushed inside her. “Then I will get to know her first.”
“Lucky you, babe,” Darkrai whispered, the two having broken their kiss at the moment of penetration, though they were still wrapped around each other. “How many years has it been since we’ve met a powerful human? Hmm?” Her lips split into a toothy grin when Cresselia released a screaming moan. “He’s going to make me jealous. You’re supposed to be screaming for me.”
Cresselia let go of Darkrai as she shrieked again, her orgasm rocking her body as Nicholas just kept thrusting. Set free Darkrai immediately dove back on her lover, her long tongue vanishing into Cresselia’s mouth, but she thrust her ass into the air and Nicholas grunted when he found his face filled with Darkrai’s snatch.
“MMM!” Darkrai kept her mouth locked on Cresselia’s, though Nicholas felt her knees buckle slightly when he shoved his face into her pussy. To compensate he shifted slightly, causing Cresselia to sob out as his dick dragged against her walls, and took the full weight of the dark legendary as he continued eating her out. This position didn’t last long before Nicholas came again, muffled noises from the pair indicating Cresselia and Darkrai both were enjoying their own orgasms from his actions. The moment he paused Cresselia’s hands had moved to Darkrai’s face and she was pushed away, barely resisting as the glowing legendary pushed her lover onto her back. Nicholas was turning to follow when his vision was filled by Cresselia’s face and now she was the one kissing him as he felt her hands guide him to a new opening.
Darkrai’s tongue wormed its way inside Cresselia, playing with the remains of Nicholas’ cumshot as he began building towards one of her own. When he had been inside of the gentle Cresselia, the pace had been frantic, hectic, because Darkrai was free. Now that Cresselia was free, and he was inside of the aggressive Darkrai, the pace slowed almost to a standstill. Cresselia worked their kiss sensually, her hands running over his body and inviting his to do the same. Two opposites, these two legendaries. Perfect for one another.
He smiled as he kissed Cresselia again, his hands now firmly on her breasts and stimulating them while Cresselia’s dropped to the body beneath her and teased Darkrai’s. He felt Darkrai’s walls wrap around his dick but resisted the urge to come. He wanted to enjoy this encounter, let it last as long as he could make it, because he knew Miru would be in utter shock at this point. Served her right.
Did he want to change the world? His smile grew as he finally released the first load into Darkrai, his fingers tightening slightly and making Cresselia whimper. Yes. He did. And he wasn’t going to be afraid to do so anymore. No more running. No more hiding. He had power, had been shown a new way of understanding it, and these beings were no longer something he was going to fear. No. If he had the potential to match them, he would do it. They could try all they liked to change him, control him – he’d just tame them back.
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Tamer:Nicholas Topolski
Badges:
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Harem:
Sohn, Monferno – Level 14
Miru, Buneary – Level 13
Non-Com Harem:
Kalmiya, Porygon-Z – Level 5