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Chapter 21
Finding the Truth Between the Lies
Nicholas stepped into the afternoon sun with his eyes locked on the badge in his hand. The pattern on the round object was heavily reminiscent of the mask worn by the gym leader who had awarded it, though it also resembled a blue lake surrounded by reeds and trees. Paying tribute to Pastoria’s marshlands. He had never really looked at these symbols before. Just found them to be pretty trinkets with no meaning of their own. It was what they represented that he’d always cared about.
His fingers wrapped over the badge and he slipped it back into the case where it belonged. Each and every one of the badges in his collection told a story. One of his, yes, but also stories of the places he’d visited, the regions of people around them. He held a new appreciation for that all now.
There was, of course, someone waiting for him outside. Miruko drifted to the side when Nicholas turned and struck out for the pokecenter. “I take it you won.”
“Zisela and Sammy did, yes,” Nicholas replied. “I take it Looker is gone?”
Miruko grunted. “Yes.”
“Alrighty then. What’s the IP’s plan for me now?”
Miruko drifted a bit as she chose her next words. “It doesn’t have one.”
“Well how about that.” Nicholas snorted. “I bet it hasn’t had one from the beginning of this charade. What’s your plan for me, Miruko? Why are you really here?”
“I told you. I’ve been assigned-“
“I really do not give one single fuck about that lie of yours,” Nicholas interrupted. “Looker would not have been waiting for you here if something wasn’t wrong. I’m used to your secret agent bullshit, 1309. I’m fine with hearing it. What I’m not fine with is someone lying to my face.”
“Please don’t call me that,” Miruko whispered. “My name is Miruko.”
“Bullshit it is,” Nicholas growled. “Miruko is just another variation of a codename. It’s no given name. It’s just another lie.” When Miruko didn’t respond he snorted again, turning and pushing into the pokecenter doors they’d stalled outside of. The Buneary didn’t follow.
“Hi. Yeah, just need my harem healed up.” Nicholas handed over his belt and glanced back over his shoulder. Miruko was still standing outside. “Hey… Never mind.” He flashed a quick smile to the nurse and ambled over to a seat before speaking again. “Kalmiya. You like to have fun, don’t you?”
The instantaneous response from the Porygon-Z was full of excitement. “Yes Master?”
“I want to know why there’s a Buneary tailing me around. Problem is, anything about her is going to be hidden away in secret government databases.”
Kalmiya nearly squealed. “I’ll find something, Master! Just you wait!”
Nicholas settled down, letting his eyes drift but constantly returning to the figure outside. “Yeah. I know you will.”
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A few days passed. With Kalmiya off breaking into secure World League databases Nicholas was forced to make plans on his own for the first time in years. So the pace was slow, but that may have been a good thing; he was finding it hard to take his eyes of Zisela, and the newly evolved Garchomp was finding it hard not to lean into her newfound self-confidence. She was working the others hard. Feverishly at points. So much so that she had even declined a taming session with him in favor of rest. Her awakening was hurtling the four towards their ultimate goal.
Sammy, on the other hand, was right back to where he had seen the Rotom before Pastoria’s gym. The form she had taken inside that building apparently was more of a battle form than anything, as each day had Sammy happily dancing about in her goopy orange body. ‘Sammy’s’ body. She’d still shown off during the harem’s training sessions, but when she relaxed, she returned to the playful sprite he knew so well. Sohn and Quinn were much the same. There was something there, straining beneath the surface, but every time Nicholas thought he saw it breaking free, either from Sohn as her body language changed mid-battle, or Quinn, her hair rising unnaturally as if caught in the wind, it was quickly suppressed by a few barked orders from their Alpha. It wasn’t their time to show him, he realized. Restraint was as much a part of their training as anything else.
Restraint, however, was not something he cared to show. That first night after Pastoria had been out of control. Over and over he had made promises to these pokegirls, and over and over they had accepted them, returned them, celebrated them. The feeling of Zisela’s fins biting into his skin as she locked him in place for the others to ravage came to him as he walked and he shivered. She was well and truly his equal as a dragon now. One slip had led to that situation. Led to him nearly losing his throne. She had only seemed to grow more excited when he’d ripped himself free. Slammed her past the naked bodies of the others and driven her face into the floor. With every passing day she became more like her mother.
And then, there was Miruko. She refused to go away, yet he hadn’t gotten a straight word from her since leaving Pastoria and beginning the journey to Sunyshore. She just followed. Far enough away to be on her own, always close enough that he couldn’t forget she was there. Why. Why? Why was she here?
His eyes drifted to where the Buneary was walking along. His thoughts drifted to their interactions over the past week. The small details – her assertion that she was safe to be here without him denying her outright. Her almost flirtatious retort on the boat. Her insistence that he not speak to Looker – and the other man’s accusatory stance when he’d confronted her. A falling-out, then, that much was obvious. Miruko disagreed with her superiors about something. She was coming to him, maybe truthfully as a handler, maybe not, but she had come specifically to find him because his presence for one reason or another gave her an advantage in that disagreement. If there was one thing he knew for sure about the Buneary it was that every move she made was calculated.
Maybe Kalmiya would find the answer. Maybe not. Either way, Miruko was here, and she knew her reasons.
“Miruko!” Nicholas drifted over and scowled when the Buneary’s steps skipped a beat. “Now you’re the one avoiding me.”
He saw Miruko wince before her shoulders firmed and she moved back in step with him. “Morning, Nicholas.”
“Why are you here, Miruko?”
Miruko grimaced. “You’ve asked me that a dozen times by now. My answer isn’t changing.”
“Your lie isn’t changing, you mean.”
“It’s not a lie.”
“No?” Nicholas shook his head. “I’ve been thinking.” He was so focused on his words that he completely missed when Miruko’s ears went rigid for a heartbeat and she cursed under her breath. “It turns out what you’ve told me doesn’t matter. Maybe you’re here as my handler. Maybe not. But either way, there’s something more going on with you. Whatever the real reason is, what matters here is that you think coming to me is going to help you.”
“Of course it is,” Miruko replied, a tiny sigh of relief accompanying her words. “You’re my assignment.”
“Hm.” Nicholas reached out and pulled her to a halt. “If I’m your assignment why was Looker coming after you.”
A pause. Nicholas could see Miruko’s panicked thoughts in every extra moment she took to answer him. “Looker… Was… Is… Angry. That… I was taken from my new assignment with him and, um, solely assigned… to you.”
“If that was the case you’d have been telling him off for acting outside his station,” Nicholas replied. “Not looking like a guilty kid caught stealing from the cookie jar.”
“I… May have used his department’s funds. To hire that boat,” Miruko confessed. “Which were my funds too, until, well…” She trailed off, her mouth half open for a few seconds before she shook her head. “I had to get you back to Sinnoh somehow.”
Nicholas began to chuckle. “Truthful or not that’s the first thing you’ve said that makes any sense.”
“So will you lay off me now?” Miruko asked in exasperation.
“I still want to know the truth,” Nicholas replied, but he did let go of her and return to the road. “The whole truth. All of it. Not whatever little bits and pieces you’re stringing together to make this story of yours.”
“Would you believe me if I told you that I haven’t lied to you once?” Miruko asked. When Nicholas glanced back with a raised eyebrow she huffed. “Okay. Would you believe me if I told you that the ‘bits and pieces’ you’re talking about are all more or less true?”
“Of course I’d believe that,” Nicholas replied as he turned back to the road. “The best lies are the ones built around a grain of truth.”
“Do you not like me, Nicholas?”
Nicholas stopped. Turned with a questioning look. “Where’s this coming from now?”
“Your constant interrogation. Your… distrust.” Miruko carefully folded her arms and let out her breath. “Like you said, I spent months sucking you off. In all that time I don’t think you ever considered I might bite down.”
Nicholas scrutinized her. “You’re the one who was so keen on reminding me how this traveling arrangement wouldn’t be the same as before. Why bring all that up?” His eyes narrowed. “You keep doing it, too. Almost like… you’re needing to remind yourself.”
Miruko hastily cleared her throat and skipped away from him. “That’s absurd. I’m bringing it up so you don’t get the wrong idea.”
“You remember what happened in that other dimension, on top of Mt. Coronet.”
“S- Sure I do,” came the quick response. “I nearly fucked it all up by not pulling the… the trigger. Then.”
Nicholas slowed, allowing Miruko to take some distance before he sighed and picked up the pace again. She’d shown no sign she remembered. But, if she did… Was the issue the trigger then… Or the trigger now?
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Later that day the group found themselves approaching what was really a small village. Sitting at a crossroads was the Hotel Grand Lake: A sprawling ocean and, as the name suggested, lakeside resort situated right in between Pastoria and Sunyshore cities. They’d be forced to pass through to get back on the road to the east.
“Beautiful place,” Nicholas observed as they walked past spacious bungalows. “There really isn’t anything this fancy back in Indigo. Maybe I should bring Sabrina for a visit.”
“Why not-?” Sohn started to pipe up before she cocked her head and the question died. “Mm. Never mind. I was going to ask why not us but I don’t really feel like lazing about. Anyone else?”
Nicholas was chuckling at the scattered responses from the other three when a female voice called out loudly from nearby. “Rest in mediation is vital to proper training.” The whole group scrambled to a halt, gathering around Nicholas and staring up at one of the houses with wide eyes. “A pokegirl takes time to reflect on what she’s learned, even if her body isn’t tired.”
Nicholas smiled slightly and raised a hand in greeting. “Cynthia.”
The woman raised her own hand in a slight salute. “Nicholas.”
Nicholas glanced around and gestured at the silent resort. “You were waiting for me.”
“I’d heard a little rumor that you were back in Sinnoh.” Cynthia nodded at the pokegirls around him. “Why don’t you let your harem have some time to reflect?” A shadow moved behind her as Cynthia’s eyes settled on Zisela. “My Alpha and I are giving our harem that time.”
Nicholas slowly turned to look at Zisela. She wasn’t turning away from where René had appeared at Cynthia’s shoulder. “That sounds great. Sohn, Quinn, Sammy?” He glanced past them to Miruko. “I think you should go with them too.”
“Yes. All of you.” Zisela’s voice was as brutal as the moment she’d evolved. “Leave.”
René’s nostrils flared. Next to her Cynthia turned her head slightly in the Garchomp’s direction. “Peace.”
The others had scattered immediately upon hearing Zisela’s tone so instead of following her tamer’s advice René vaulted the banister of their porch. Zisela watched the other Garchomp slowly approach. “Do you remember me?” René snarled.
Zisela hissed back. “Why should I remember an individual welp.”
“You’re only just reaching for your true potential,” Nicholas said quietly, laying a hand on Zisela’s arm. “If you fight her now, you’ll lose.”
“Even if I did. She would bear my mark until she dies,” Zisela spat.
“MISTRESS!” René bent, readying her claws. “Grant me your strength. NOW!”
“How about ‘no’,” Cynthia grumbled, having caught up by now and reaching over to slap René across the face. “That’s not something to be used for revenge. It’s a responsibility.” She turned to address Nicholas. “Over the years I’ve had René she’s told me stories of her time in the mountains. Particularly of a certain Gible that believed herself better than the rest.” She glanced at Zisela. “She’s been itching to find out whether or not this is her.”
Nicholas gazed at the two bristling dragons. “I suppose we’re not going to be able to let them out of our sight.”
“Doubtful.”
Nicholas raised a hand to gesture back to Cynthia’s bungalow. “Shall we?”
As they moved back to the porch, each tamer having to forcibly move their Garchomps, Nicholas was tapping his chin. “Hey, that thing René called for. Your power. What did she mean by that?”
“That’s a bit of a secret.”
“Yeah?” Nicholas took a good look at the other Garchomp. “I don’t see it. Where does she wear the stone?”
Cynthia had been arranging two chairs and tripped over one in surprise. “I- What?”
“Well there’s only one power I know of that consists of a tamer directly empowering their pokegirl.”
Cynthia managed to properly take a seat and watched Nicholas do the same. “You know of it? The pinnacle form?”
“Is that what you call it?” Nicholas nodded. “Rayquaza, my bloodline, is the living embodiment of that power. Of course I know of it.” He lifted his leg, resting his foot on his knee to display his anklet. “That power is my right as Draconid Lorekeeper.”
Cynthia gazed at the coiled emerald dragon for a few moments before nodding. “I suppose that makes sense. René’s catalyst is hidden in her hair.”
“So.” Nicholas lowered his foot back to the ground. “You wanted to talk.” He flicked his hand to indicate the two bristling Garchomp. “They’re obviously in no mood to. Guess that leaves us.”
“Mm.” Cynthia leaned back. “This… This is more like it.” When Nicholas raised an eyebrow she smiled and spread her arms. “What I imagined our first meeting would be. Years ago, when you challenged me.”
“Ah.” Nicholas chuckled. “When I beat Lance.”
“That’s right.” Cynthia returned her hands to her lap. “Thing is, the ‘idea’ that I saw on my screen, and the individual who’s sitting in front of me… The two of you are quite different, Nicholas. Despite the fact that you and I are hurtling towards an inevitable battle later this year, I-“ she paused. Blinked. Then a smile blossomed across her face. “No. No, not ‘despite’. That’s entirely the wrong word. Because of that fact. Because the idea all those years ago was so far from the truth. I cannot express how excited I am to know we are on this collision course.”
Nicholas smiled slightly and lowered his gaze to the table, idly following a twist in the wood. “I bet you dismissed what you saw back then. You would have been right to.”
“That was the ‘idea’,” Cynthia replied. “I’ve since met the man. You couldn’t be further from what I considered to just be a loud-mouthed egotist.”
Nicholas nodded and looked back up at her. “Then I’m glad it took as many years as it did for us to meet. You’re a legend. I’d have regretted it if I’d shown you just how idiotic I used to be.”
Cynthia scoffed. “Oh, please. I saw how you strutted in front of the cameras here. You put on an incredible act, I’m sure you were doing that back then too.”
Nicholas let out a quiet sigh. “Maybe some of it was. I’d just come off some of the most important moments of my life. I was riding that high. But the rest of it… No. I was stupid, then. That same high was going to my head. It took my time in Hoenn to slap some sense back into me. And now I’m here.” He gave Cynthia a wry smile. “I still can’t believe that it’s been less than a year since I first met Sohn in Rowan’s little lab. It feels like two.”
Cynthia nodded after a few moments. “I don’t know how much of that we should discuss, but… I guess that’s something I’m thankful for myself. Thank you for what you’ve done.” She winced. “I think… I think that, if I’d been forced to ask the Nicholas Topolski you’re so embarrassed of for help, I’d have fallen into despair at how low I’d gone. But you? I never had to ask. There was simply a problem. We each did our part the best we could.” Her lips twitched. “Even if you could only handle what little you did.”
Nicholas’ smile slowly grew to match hers. “Is that so.”
“They say a pokegirl reflects her tamer, Nicholas.” Cynthia raised an open hand in René’s direction. “Despite everything, my friend… Compared to me, you’re still just an upstart whelp.”
“And here I thought the humans were going to be the peaceful ones.” Nicholas grinned, intentionally drawing his lips back to bare his teeth. “There was still so much to discuss, friend.”
“Ah, but if we talked about it all today, there’d be nothing for our next little chat.” Cynthia’s fingers curled into a fist. “And believe me, I am well aware of how much there is to talk about. I haven’t forgotten what happened on the mountain.”
Nicholas’ smile vanished in a snap. “The problem being how that has nothing to do with what will come next.”
“Precisely.” Both tamers stood simultaneously, Cynthia lowering her hand after a few moments and keeping it right at her side as they finished speaking. “We’ll be waiting for you, so-called ‘World Champion’ Topolski. Don’t be too long.”
“Don’t worry,” Nicholas called after her as Cynthia turned and headed inside her bungalow with René drifting backwards to follow. “We don’t intend to be.”
He heard Zisela’s breath hissing out from between her clenched teeth as René vanished inside and the door very firmly thudded shut. “I will gut her.”
“What you will be doing, Zisela, daughter of the queen of the mountains, is listening to reason,” Nicholas growled. “Your own will is not nearly enough to defeat her.”
Zisela turned with him as Nicholas stepped back down off the porch. “No. Maybe not. I could never concede but my body might still betray me. I could rise to the peak of my will and still fall beneath her. But I am not my will alone, am I, Weyrleader? Just as my mother is not alone. She has a harem of her own, just as I do.” Nicholas heard the hissing laughter as Zisela grinned at his back. “The difference is that I have my Weyrleader.”
“And René has her harem, and Cynthia.”
“Then it will be a fair fight.” Zisela pushed in front of him and turned slightly so they were speaking face to face. “I know that my body does not yet match what I demand it to be. I know I can be so much more, my Weyrleader. I know I will need to be to face René.”
“I’d say if you can hold your ground against me, you’ll have a chance.”
Nicholas shook his head at the voice. He wasn’t even surprised. “Where are you hiding, Miruko?”
The Buneary emerged from a nearby bungalow and waggled her ears. “Within earshot.”
“’Hold my ground’ against you?” Zisela growled, turning squarely to face the approaching pokegirl. “I have seen you, rabbit. You have strength. But it is all you have. You fight like your humans do.”
Miruko came to a stop in front of them. “And what is that supposed to mean.”
“It means you are not a challenge,” Zisela hissed. “You are only a test. A measure, as much of a threat as a training bag. Hold my ground?” Zisela spat in the dirt at Miruko’s feet. “Even as I am now, I would not ‘hold my ground’ against you. I would overcome you. Because you are not even a pokegirl.”
“I think we’re getting a bit carried away here,” Nicholas growled. “Miruko is not René.” He was getting ready to admonish the Garchomp further when he heard a quiet sigh.
“Not even a pokegirl.” Miruko’s eyes had moved off into the distance. “No. No, I suppose I’m not.” She focused back on Zisela. “Certainly not a pokegirl like you. But watch your tongue. I might just remember how to be one again.”
Nicholas shook his head when the Buneary turned and swept away. “You have a bad habit of letting your dragon control you, Zisela. We’ll need to work on that.”
“What are you-?” Zisela started to ask when Miruko stopped and looked back over her shoulder.
“Oh! Almost forgot. That house I was in? The Lucario said we could use it for the night. Would be nice to have a real bed.”
Nicholas watched her continue off down the road. “What I mean is that you are more than just a brutal combatant, Zisela, the same as what you were just lecturing Miruko about.” He pondered the world for a few moments before nodding. “We’re stopping here for the night. Use the rest of the day like Cynthia suggested – a period of reflection in the middle of our training. It will do you all some good.” He turned back to Zisela with a raised eyebrow. “It will also give me time to speak to my pokegirls. Starting, Zisela, with you.”
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Low giggling could be heard through the darkened rooms that night. Intermittent bursts of light came from one, the door barely cracked open to the master bedroom. Inside two figures playfully wrestled, Sohn’s body sputtering as she struggled to keep from giving in to Nicholas’ teasing movements. His dick still managed to find its way in and out of her various orifices, but this early into the night the sex was very relaxed in comparison to what could have been if Sohn wasn’t pacing herself.
Nicholas chuckled when he found himself laying back on top of the Infernape, both of her legs pulled over her head and held firmly in place by his body weight. “Well now that’s just asking for it.”
Sohn moaned happily when he sank deep into her pussy. “M-Maybe I was…”
“Mmhm.” Nicholas wrapped his arms under her and squeezed even tighter to bury his dick as far as it could possibly go. “You still haven’t answered me, Sohn. How does it make you feel?”
Sohn’s breathy noises faded as she focused less on the sensations and more on the question she’d been avoiding all night. “You really won’t let me off, will you.” Her lips twitched with her humor. “No, you never would, even if I gagged you with my cunt.”
“I’d just ask those lips. And they’d answer me, too,” Nicholas leered, proving his point by pulling back and slamming back into her hard enough that the Infernape’s muscles impulsively clenched down. “Now talk or I’ll make you scream.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Nicholas,” Sohn purred, giggling when he slapped her breast. “Fine! Fine. I’ll talk.” He stopped moving, releasing her and letting Sohn’s legs curl over his shoulders in a much more relaxed position for both of them. “You wanted to know what I was feeling, seeing her here… How she’s not just out there somewhere, but right here, and staring at us, waiting for us, and us specifically.”
“From the day I first met you you had stars in your eyes whenever you talked about Champion Cynthia,” Nicholas replied. “Well, Sohn, I told you we’d laugh with her. Here we are. It’s time. How do you feel.”
“How else could I feel?” Sohn whispered. “I’m… excited. Eager. Nervous, afraid. Part of me wishes I could fight tonight, another wants to be stronger so I could win. It would be enough just to meet her and yet it could never be enough until she acknowledges me too. Until she… Until she’s no longer who I’ve always thought of her as, but is just another human, and yet my yearning for that disgusts me.”
Nicholas leaned down and took her in a deep kiss, working it for a while before finally barely breaking the touch and hovering his mouth a hair’s breadth away from hers. “What you feel is valid, Sohn. Everything is true. It’s what I expected you to feel, because you, Sohn, have grown so far from the small and uncertain Chimchar I met all those months ago.” His lips brushed hers again but Nicholas made sure they didn’t lock, even though Sohn tried to lift her head towards him. “If only that Chimchar could see herself now.”
Sohn finally managed to find his mouth again and they kissed, Sohn’s legs tightening their grip around Nicholas’ shoulders when his hands started exploring her body once again.
The fire burned out some time later, their restraint abandoned in favor of a good hard taming with Sohn’s breathtaking twisting flames on full display. She was his queen – one of them, at least, as there were a few pokegirls in his harem who each called themselves that. Each had their own reasons and justifications for it. Sohn’s was one he didn’t think anyone could deny. Her journey from what she had been as a Chimchar to what she was now had earned her every right to her blazing pride.
He was laying there in the darkened bedroom, one hand slowly moving through the Infernape’s hair, when he heard the door squeak.
He waited. There hadn’t been any footsteps, only the door, and the amount of noise hadn’t seemed like it had opened very far. Someone small, then? Small and stealthy? It couldn’t be Zisela or Quinn – nor could it be Sammy, considering the Rotom constantly gave off some amount of light. The resort bungalows were stylized but each was as secure as any other modern building against wild pokegirls, not to mention one of them would not be this quiet…
His musings vanished when he realized that he recognized the presence standing there. His aura sense had grown so comfortable now that he didn’t even pay any attention to it anymore. Such an odd thing, for a skill he had yearned for to now be as natural as any one of his other senses, and just as easy to forget about.
It was Miruko. The Buneary remained in the door for a few minutes before Nicholas heard a low whisper. “I know you’re awake.” A few more minutes without him responding. “So we’re back to you ignoring me.”
“I’m laying with Sohn,” Nicholas replied just as quietly. “It’s the middle of the night. I’m not interested in your games.”
Miruko stepped into the room, her feet making no sound. “I’m not here for a game. I’m here to talk.”
“It is the middle. Of the night.”
“Exactly.” Nicholas glanced to the side when Miruko stopped next to the bed. It was really only her eyes that were visible, the rest of her hidden in shadow. “It’s the only time I can speak to you alone. Without any of them to interfere.”
Nicholas raised his free hand to gesture at the Infernape cuddling against him. “You’re interfering with her.”
Miruko snorted softly and turned to leave. “She’s asleep. She won’t mind.” She glanced back. “But you will if you don’t follow me. Because tonight I’ve forgotten how to lie.”
Nicholas remained where he was as Miruko left. She was baiting him, of course. He didn’t believe that this conversation in the middle of the night would be any different than the others. But she was right. He’d regret it if he didn’t at least confirm that for himself.
He carefully extricated himself from the bed and left Sohn slumbering on her own, casting about in the dark for a few moments before giving up and stepping out into the hallway nude. Miruko wasn’t there, but the nearby doors were closed, so he headed towards the front of the house.
He found the Buneary standing outside on the porch, illuminated by the light from a fat full moon. She didn’t turn when he settled onto the railing next to her. “Isn’t the full moon beautiful?” There was a slight smile on her face as she gazed up into the sky. “I used to love nights like these. The perfect amount of light to infiltrate with.”
“Hm.” Nicholas pondered the moon. “Some people say the full moon is heavily related to rabbits. I’m not really that big on human superstition, but it’s funny to mention.”
“I am a Buneary. Not one of those tiny animals I happen to resemble.” Miruko paused. “But… I guess it is interesting. I wonder if my creator has a sense of humor.”
Nicholas glanced at her for the first time and blinked. She was just as naked as he was. After a few seconds he looked away again. “I think she does.”
“Hm.” Miruko let out a heavy sigh as she settled further onto the railing. “Then I bet she’s laughing her ass off right now.”
“What did you want to talk to me about, Miruko?”
“Thought it would be good to clear the air.” Miruko’s eyes shimmered with the reflection of the moon. “Sort of… Re-established things between us. Like you did with Champion Cynthia. I had all these things I’d planned to say, to draw this out, but you don’t appreciate that. I know you don’t appreciate that. You like it when people around you stop talking and get to the damn point.” She turned to him. “I am technically no longer a member of the International Police.”
Nicholas blinked but kept his eyes forward. “I see. What, exactly, are you then? What’s the technicality?”
“The technicality is exactly what I’ve told you.” Miruko turned back to the moon. “My job now is to keep you friendly to the leagues. I lost my rank because I was the one who insisted on that position.”
“Ah.” Nicholas scratched his chin. “The IP is a pretty militaristic organization, isn’t it? You would have caught some major flak standing up to your superiors.”
“Hence why I am no longer wearing my uniform,” Miruko replied quietly. “Nor do I have my service weapon.” She reached up and pulled her ear into the air to show the bare spot her holster had once been. “That’s the full truth, Nicholas. I’m here because I want to be.”
“…And why, exactly, did you want to be here so badly that you’d give up what you’d worked for for the last… How long?”
Miruko dropped her ear and let it fall against the side of her head. For the first time ever since he’d met her, both were laying slack. “I don’t even remember anymore. Decades.”
“What exactly could be more important than that?”
Miruko smiled bitterly at the sky. “I was hoping I’d find out by coming here. The one thing I know for sure is that you are important. Vital. Something about you was important enough for me to give up my entire career. My entire life.”
Nicholas slowly lowered his gaze. “Miruko.”
“What?”
“You said that tonight, you’ve forgotten how to lie.” Silence. “On that mountain. On Mt. Coronet. Do you… Do you remember what happened?”
Nothing. Until a slow hiss could be heard as Miruko’s head bowed. “Was that even me?”
“You weren’t supposed to remember,” Nicholas whispered. “She’s told me everything was supposed to have seemed like a dream.”
“Who?”
Nicholas glanced past Miruko. At the woman leaning against one of the porch’s roof supports. She hadn’t been there a moment ago. “Your creator.”
“Huh.” Miruko remained with her head bowed for a while before slowly beginning to laugh. “So she does have a sense of humor. A sick, twisted, evil sense of humor.” She raised her face to reveal tears dripping down her cheeks. “I had hoped that you’d be just as confused as I am, that what I remembered was a dream. The remnants of… of a confused pokegirl who should have died long ago. Who I swore had. Your Garchomp is right. Zisela. I am no pokegirl. Long ago I stopped being one, in order to become 1309. The pokegirl once had a name. On that day, I no longer had one. That’s why I ask you to call me these lies, Nicholas. I don’t have a name anymore. Pokegirls aren’t given one by their parents. We’re given one…” Her body began trembling, halting gasps punctuating Miruko’s words as she began to hyperventilate. “We… Pokegirls are… We are… We’re given one… by…”
“By your tamer?” Nicholas asked quietly.
Miruko’s knees gave out, bringing the Buneary halfway to the ground before she could catch herself on the railing. “Oh… Oh creator,” she breathed, pressing her forehead to the wood. “No. I wanted to talk to stop this. Not make it worse!”
“Miruko. What happened then… What happened in that place. It wasn’t entirely real,” Nicholas tried to explain. “Even though you remember it, it wasn’t fully ‘you’. That place was warping you. Changing you into-“
“NO!” The wood in Miruko’s hands creaked as the Buneary screamed. “DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND? THAT WAS ME! THAT WAS- WAS- THE POKEGIRL I-!” With a particularly powerful scream the wooden railing in her right hand splintered, shards spraying into the air as Miru ripped her hand back and slammed it into the ground. “YOU STUPID BASTARD, THAT WAS THE PART OF ME YOU MADE WANT YOU!”
A stunned silence fell over the scene. Slowly Miruko raised her trembling hand to her eyes as they widened in realization of what she had just blurted out. Nicholas stood frozen, unable to comprehend the pokegirl crumpled in front of him. “What…?”
“If it had been a lie… If it hadn’t been real… I would have believed it a dream,” Miruko whispered, more to herself than him. “But… It was real. It had been real for so long.” Her eyes slowly lifted to his, confusion and pain etched into them. “I… Nicholas, I…” Her body shuddered. “Fuck I feel sick.”
Her other hand slipped from the railing and as she fell to her hands and knees the moonlight seemed to be suffusing her, her fur highlighted in brilliant white. Then, it started. The glow outshined the moon.
Nicholas took a half step towards the evolving Buneary. What had triggered this? He knew a lot more about evolution now, much more than when he’d just been fresh out of school and stepping blindly into the Kanto region. He thought it had all been documented. Every pokegirl evolution for every known breed. Experience and training, energy modification through items, energy overload, and even the rare strange ones, where some breeds changed based on their environment or seemingly could evolve through specialized training. But as much as he racked his brain he realized he had no idea what the known method of evolution was for a Buneary. They obviously had one – here was Miruko evolving into a Lopunny right in front of him – he just had no clue what that catalyst could have been.
His stuttering approach came to a halt when he heard her. From within the evolutionary light he could hear Miruko… crying. Sobbing. A pokegirl who he had almost never known to show emotion was releasing decades of it all at once.
Emotion was not the only thing that she had held back for so long. The amount of power welling up, feeding her evolution as it worked to alter Miruko’s body was far, far more than the minimum necessary. She was an older and stronger pokegirl, after all. Just one that had intentionally trapped herself in a body she had outgrown many years ago. The figure in front of Nicholas was swelling. Doubling, maybe even tripling in size before it was done.
Nicholas, instead of continuing forwards, took a surprised step back when the glow faded away. Miruko was gone. The only thing the crying Lopunny in front of him shared with her pre-evolution was her breed, and technically not even that anymore. Nothing about her was remotely the same. Not even the colors of her body fur. What had once been rich brown and creamy tan seemed to have absorbed the moonlight, gaining a silvery gray dusting all across the Lopunny.
He… He didn’t know what to say. What to think. All he could do was stare as Miruko’s limbs gave out and she crumpled to the ground, her sobs still coming without slowing at all.
They might have remained in those positions all night if Kumu hadn’t pushed away from her spot and given Nicholas a wink. He sighed as she walked inside and closed the door. She was always watching, rarely showing herself. Arceus had created her to be as hands-off as the creator deity claimed herself to be. So for her to have made her presence known to him here… She was here to watch him. This moment was his to take control of.
He refrained from letting his attention drift as he knelt down next to Miruko’s head. There was a lot to be distracted by. This pokegirl… Lopunny were quite rare, considering how few Buneary evolved, and even if they weren’t he had a feeling the fan clubs dedicated to them would exist all the same. Still, he needed to focus. The person sobbing into the floor needed his attention, not her body.
“Miruko.” He gently pushed his hand past her cheek as the Lopunny’s sobs redoubled in strength. “Hey. Hey. I’m right here, Miruko.”
“D-Don’t call me that,” Miruko choked out, gagging and coughing as the mucus in her throat was disturbed by her voice. “Don’t-“
“Because it’s a name? It’s one you chose.” Nicholas tried to tug on her chin, his hand having wormed its way down far enough, but Miruko held firm. “You asked me to call you this, Miruko. Maybe a pokegirl’s tamer chooses her name, but as a tamer, I let my pokegirls choose when they want to.”
“DON’T!” Miruko screamed, jerking away from him and landing heavily on her side. She immediately rolled further away from him, still choking as she fought everything clogging her airways. “Don’t… P-Please… Don’t…”
Nicholas respected her pleas and waited. When her breathing had begun to even out again he spoke. “Don’t what.”
“I-“ Miruko’s body shuddered. “I- I didn’t want this.”
Nicholas ran his eyes over her body. “To evolve?”
Miruko’s voice caught in her throat as she barely managed to choke out her next words. “To fall in love with you.”
Nicholas stared. Love? Miruko had stuffed her head under her arms the instant she’d managed to speak and he could still hear her muffled sobs. Love? Miruko… Loved him? Could a pokegirl even love a human? He blinked, the hint of a frown flickering over his face. Of course they could. What was he, stupid? Love didn’t have to be related to reproduction. He felt great affection towards many of his pokegirls, if not all of them, and if that was not love he wasn’t sure what it could be. Many, many of them in turn would no doubt claim they loved him too. But Miruko? She had never even hinted at seeing him as anything other than her asset. Not until that moment in Giratina’s domain. When a power beyond their entire world had been warping her mind.
His eyes unfocused. A Buneary’s flushed face, her screamed words. Just moments ago. What had it been she’d said? That was the part of her… that wanted him? Something she would have locked away, something she’d thought had died, abandoned in favor of her career and persona as a police officer… The part of her that made her a pokegirl? Had that been what Giratina’s domain had done? Reversed Miruko so that the police officer was suppressed, and the pokegirl was in control? If that was true – and through all of Miruko’s anguish, everything she’d managed to admit to him, he was beginning to believe it was – then that meant this evolution, her confession, her grief, her reason for being here… was because she was agonizing over seeking out… her tamer?
If he was wrong… If he was wrong, he’d shatter her. Forget Elaine. Forget the abused and fragile Torchic he had first met. Everything Miruko had wanted to be was teetering on a knife’s edge here. If he was right, he could be her rock, could pull her from the edge. But if he was wrong…
No. He wasn’t wrong. The Buneary, now Lopunny, had said everything herself. She needed him. He was right here, and she needed him. She needed… her tamer. His pokegirl needed him.
She fought him at first. When Nicholas got down and wrapped his entire body around her. She twisted, pushing at him as her tears returned, increasing in volume and intensity as her flailing limbs grew more desperate. He just tightened his grip. Waited for Miruko’s blows to grow weaker, to slow. Waited for the hiccupping sobs to change, yet again, and the Lopunny to loose a heartrending wail before burying her face into his chest.
“That’s it,” he murmured, pressing his face into her hair as one hand reached up to caress the Lopunny’s new ears. “Let it out. Let it all out.”
She cried for an hour. He remained with her, comforted her, as every last bit of emotion poured out. When Miruko finally quieted, her entire face rubbed raw by her tears, he was still there, one hand cupping her head, the other wrapped around her waist to hold her close to him.
He stirred when he heard the noises change. Miruko’s tears had been slowing gradually over the course of the night and now she sniffled, unable or unwilling to pull her head away from him and so she used his chest to wipe her face, shoving herself against him and leaving a trail of mucus on his skin. “N… Nicholas?”
Nicholas loosened his grip and looked down. “Miruko?”
He felt her fingers dig into his skin before they relaxed. “Miruko.” She took a trembling breath before letting it all back out as a racking cough. “Mi- Miruko. Fuck. That’s right.” She didn’t speak for a few seconds until finally, barely a whisper, came the rest. “I am Miruko.”
“Who is Miruko?”
Miruko’s fingers tightened again, and this time they didn’t relax until she’d finished her painful words. “Miruko… Is a pokegirl. She is… her Master’s pokegirl.” Even as she began to relax he could feel her body tensing against him. “…Right?”
Nicholas nuzzled her skull until Miruko lifted her head from his chest. Once she did he pulled her up and into a forceful kiss that didn’t end until he felt the Lopunny begin struggling for air. Only then did he release her and bend his head down to rest against her forehead. “You’ll be making Sammy very, very happy.”
Miruko’s eyes panicked. “But you-?”
Nicholas chuckled and silenced her with another kiss. When he pulled back from this one he gave her a cheeky grin. “It depends, really. On what parts of 1309 were a lie.”
Miruko swallowed. “What… What parts do you want to have been…?”
Nicholas laughed and crushed Miruko back to his chest again. “Good! It sounds like you’ll be making your new tamer just as happy as his Rotom.”
He knew he heard Miruko burst back into tears but she’d taxed her body enough with that. Even if these were from joy. So he let go, shoving Miruko away and rolling to his feet. She was scrambling, stumbling over herself to try and follow and he used that awkwardness to finally take in the newest member of his harem.
For real this time. Hell, what he had observed all those months ago in Jubilife didn’t even matter anymore anyways. The Lopunny before him was a brand new pokegirl inside and out. Her fur, of course, as it spread across her body was tinged with the silver-gray he had already observed, but even the volume of it had changed. Now there were distinct segments to her body, beyond the usual ones, where her fur lightened even further to almost a sandy white and puffed outwards. Her forearms and shins in particular were covered in a high volume of this airy light-colored fur, appearing like fluffy sleeves and leggings that her hands and feet disappeared into. The other locations where this light fur was prominent were the ends of her new ears as well as two long tufts punching out of the hair around the base of them. Surprisingly the light fur that had once graced Miruko’s front as a Buneary had become the same uniform color as most of the rest of her, though he thought he still saw tufts giving volume to her chest. The tufts on her head, however, were wild, climbing as tall as Miruko’s ears did before the silky brown structures bent back towards the ground, and those massive ears, so much larger than they had once been, hung heavy with the amount of fluffy fur covering them.
Nicholas had to look up when Miruko found her balance. Small, sleek, cute. That had been what Miru had been, the Buneary. Miruko the Lopunny was not small, nor was she cute, but if he looked past the fluff, the sleekness at least seemed to have been something she kept. Larger, of course, suddenly twice her previous height and so standing just a few inches above him, and no longer just cute – now her body curved, thick thighs sprouting from the puffy fur covering her shins and supporting a shapely ass that then was forgotten as Miruko’s torso leaned forwards, coming to rest with her butt stuck out and her breasts thrust forwards, her ears swaying in the empty space in front of her groin. The new stance brought her head down to his level so Nicholas could stare into her eyes as Miruko nervously pulled her hands together almost like she was praying. “Wh-Why did you run?”
Nicholas gazed at her with a small smile. Her eyes were the same. Out of everything new about this pokegirl he was so glad they had remained. Altered, yes, as Miru’s pink was now Miruko’s pink with deep black highlights isolating the pupils, but the look within them was certainly the same. “I wanted a better look at my beautiful Lopunny.”
“Eep!” Miruko’s hands clenched together as she made a shocked sound. “You-You don’t really…”
Nicholas gently took her hands and pulled them to either side so he could get a better look at what he’d been glimpsing swinging from Miruko’s chest. He chuckled when he saw her breasts. They were real now. Sizable, but just like the rest of her, still relatively streamlined – large and plump, though nowhere near as large as Zisela’s, let alone Cathy or Quinn’s. They fit her body just as Sohn’s medium breasts fit the agile, slightly shorter monkey queen. They were also still bare, though he hadn’t been able to really tell until getting a closer look. Miruko’s skin was now the milk chocolate brown her fur had once been, and when he returned his eyes to her face he noticed the skin there was darker as well. Not quite as brown, but much tanner than the Buneary had been. It helped her retain the sleekness from her pre-evolution, and also to pull her face from the sea of rich blonde that her hair had become, it and her bare skin the only remnants of the Buneary now that her fur had grown more silver. If not for all the fluff he’d only be able to see a lithe fighter in Miruko’s body. As it was, with all the fur and the way she was standing, he was wondering what mattered more to the newly evolved Lopunny – fierce battle, or cuddly sex.
That kind of a question meant he was looking at a pokegirl, Nicholas realized with a wide grin. And he spoke, instead of internalizing his joy, sharing it with the worried eyes in front of him. “Miruko, you are a beautiful Lopunny. Whoever you used to be, whatever you used to be, I see none of it in front of me now. If you came here afraid, listen to these words.” His fingers wrapped around hers and squeezed. “I want you in my harem. I want the Lopunny I name Miruko.”
Miruko’s breathing began to stutter as she fought the trembling shaking her body. “You… You said that. So long ago.”
Nicholas blinked at her. “Pardon?”
Tears were beading in Miruko’s eyes and she sniffled, closing them and shaking her head, but when she looked back up her smile was as bright as the moon still shining down on the pair. “You said that!” she half-cried, joy bubbling over in her voice. “You told me that. I never forgot, no matter how hard I tried. You told me that once I evolved, you’d have an excellent Lopunny in your harem.”
Nicholas blinked again. Hadn’t that been something he’d said to Miru, the false act 1309 put on? It had stuck with her? Well, if it had, he was glad it had gained a new meaning for her now. He smiled slightly and leaned forwards, still holding her hands, to more sensually kiss Miruko’s lips. “Well here you are.”
Miruko hesitated but still kissed back after a few moments. She held herself there, eyes drifting shut, before slowly, gingerly, pulling away, their lips popping apart but remaining in the shape their kiss had been.
It took a few seconds for Miruko to break from her daze. She blinked, tongue moistening her lips before she cleared her throat and straightened. As she did Nicholas felt her pull her hands free and he let her, still smiling as he looked up at her. Miruko was fussing, eyes darting back and forth while her hands flit across her body. “So, uh, I don’t, um… Feel sick anymore,” Miruko stammered. He could see her face glowing red. “Actually I feel… it’s so hard to explain.”
Nicholas chuckled. “I can probably guess how you’re feeling. Before I do, can I ask you something?” He waited for her to focus back on him. “One last question before I never remind you again.”
Miruko blinked. “What?”
“Who are you?”
Miruko stared. Then her eyes slid shut and she took a deep, trembling breath. “Thank you. For asking.” She remained with her eyes closed for a few long minutes before finally opening them again. “I… am Miruko. My Master’s Lopunny, a Lopunny who was nothing before today.” Her lips turned up in a smile. “I have so much I know, but so much I’ve forgotten, too, Master Nicholas. Like my fear. My fear of who I am, my fear of who I may now be as your pokegirl.”
Nicholas nodded, his own smile twitching at his cheeks. “I treat all my new pokegirls to a long taming, Miruko,” he said, causing Miruko to freeze up as long forgotten memories were triggered by his words. She started to reach out but Nicholas intercepted her and brought her hand to his lips instead. “Not here. There’s a nice bed inside.”
Sohn was still sleeping in hers, so Nicholas dragged Miruko further down the hall, all the way to the doors he hadn’t planned on walking through that night. Miruko gasped when they stepped into the master suite and Nicholas gently tugged her over to the harem-sized bed. He was still nude, and she had come to him the same, so there was no delay before they fell onto the mattress. That should have been his first clue, Nicholas mused as his hands spread Miruko’s legs. Miruko may have been fighting herself but some parts of her had remained honest. They’d known what she wanted and what this night would bring.
Even though he’d gone straight for her pussy he still found distractions in the rest of her. He pushed inside, both moaning happily, and almost immediately Nicholas had to jerk his head away from a chunk of Miruko’s fluff. Her hand had reached for him and the clouds attached to her arms had smothered him instead. It became a game for a moment, Miruko not understanding why the human kept ducking and weaving in between his thrusts, her motions growing more fretful as Nicholas successfully dodged the smothering grabs. She caught him eventually, though. Buried a protesting Nicholas in her arms and dragged him to her chest. Miruko’s kisses rained down as Nicholas just tried to stay inside her with all the movement the Lopunny was making. It was a hopeless endeavor. He popped free, sputtering as he fought to break away from a pokegirl that he realized was far less interested in being fucked than in exploring what she had lost. Fighter or cuddler? In this moment, Miruko was firmly a cuddler and Nicholas was just a doll for her to squeeze.
You know what, he thought as he felt Miruko roll and her ears slapped against his body, that was perfectly fine for her to be. This pokegirl was in the middle of rediscovering herself. Whoever, whatever she wanted to be was precisely who or what he wanted her to become. Just like Sammy. Quinn. Cathy. All the others over the years who he had empowered. That was his greatest strength as a tamer, not his dick.
There was no penetration for hours. It was all play, though each of the two found moments to pleasure the other. Some examples were Nicholas’ hands stroking whatever they could reach, or Miruko’s legs jumping over his shoulders and dragging him down to the bed in the oddest dual fellatio he’d ever experienced, where Miruko’s pussy squeezed against his face and the Lopunny twisted her body to suck a dick behind her. This position came late into the night when both were beginning to grow more horny than anything, and so feeling Miruko’s tongue on his shaft triggered Nicholas’ first orgasm of the night, filling Miruko’s mouth while she made muffled groans. He was finding where his hands had gone, disengaging them from the enormous volume of fluff that made up Miruko’s long ears – he’d quickly discovered how her new ears were easily Miruko’s most sensitive areas – when he felt one, sliding up the Lopunny’s ass, smack into something firm.
It took him a moment to understand what he’d just found, but once he did Miruko squealed, forced to spit out his penis or risk choking on it as her body twitched and shook without her permission. Nicholas had dove into the rabbit pokegirl’s snatch with renewed vigor, his body shaking with his laughter as the exploratory hand dug into the base of what could only be a quivering little bob tail. “MM M GD!” Nicholas pulled free when Miruko’s spasming legs released their hold and he came up with a wild grin. “OH MY GOD! YOU’VE GOT A CUTE LITTLE TAIL!”
“Wh-Wh-WHHHAAA!!” Miruko’s voice peaked and she scrabbled at the mattress under her when Nicholas grabbed her by the ass and flipped the Lopunny onto her face. The seeming clumsiness he kept finding in her movements, reminiscent of what she had once pretended to be, was driving him wild even though he was sure it was all as much of an act as Miru’s had been. Even now, as she seemingly was unable to do anything but flail with her breasts splayed out to either side of her, her head stuffed into the blankets, and her ass bouncing in his face, any further pressure from his hands met solid resistance. She wanted to be right where she was, and she was not going to let him move her until he revealed what he had been going for.
So, he did. He grabbed the little tail poking out above Miruko’s ass and squeezed, receiving squeals from the pokegirl it was attached to as she came. Nicholas glanced down, from Miruko’s tail, which was a bob of creamy fur within the sea of silver, to the glistening slit waiting for him. Miruko still wasn’t moving. Apparently the time for cuddling and play was over. In fact he was pretty sure he saw her legs push her ass just a hair more to the sky in anticipation.
Some part of him didn’t want it to end. There was so much joy in this pokegirl now. So much happiness that she was finding again without the worries and stress of her career hanging over her. As he grabbed her thighs and prepared to penetrate her he paused, his eyes seeing the fur covering her in a new light for the first time.
It wasn’t the moon that had covered her. It was her age. Sure, Miruko would no doubt insist that it was the moonlight that had suffused her this night, but the reality was she was an old pokegirl. Older than him, as a species that matured hundreds of times faster than a human. He recognized this and a smile began to grow as he returned his attention to the quivering slit at the end of his dick. She’d retired and joined his harem. That’s what this was, and that was the happy ending he would stress if Miruko ever slipped back into her self-doubt. She had earned this. Decades of strife so that she could enjoy the company of a tamer. He was so happy to be who he was in this moment, as he slid into her and Miruko’s groans vibrated through the mattress. Every power he held, every lesson he’d learned, he’d use it to love this pokegirl just as she said she loved him.
It was what she deserved.
It was what every pokegirl deserved.
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POKEDEX UPDATED
Tamer: Nicholas Topolski
Badges:
Mine Badge
Forest Badge
Coal Badge
Relic Badge
Cobble Badge
Fen Badge
Harem:
Zisela, Garchomp (Alpha) – Level 50
Sohn, Infernape – Level 48
Sammy, Rotom – Level 49
Quinn, Gallade – Level 48
Miruko, Lopunny – Level 47
Non-Com Harem:
Kalmiya, Porygon-Z – Level 30