Merging of the Balance

This concept initially sprouted from an addiction to Pokemon Mystery Dungeon, the spinoff series from the legendary franchise, and a gentle muse of an idea: How long would the main character's "stay for a little while longer" be?

Inspired in part by Pokeprof's Pokegirl series, as well as Caesar_Pallace's Pink Pokemon. Due to this being only the second adult fanfiction I've written, it may not be up to standards.


Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Merging of the Balance
Chapter 1: On Cloud Ninetales


In one of the many faraway, less reachable sectors of the Pokémon world, there existed an entire continent where Pokémon ran free, nature was undisturbed, and humans were absent for as far as the eye could see.

Actually, that statement was no longer completely true.

One odd exception to the last above rule, in fact, was a rather reknowned figure in local society. Kenneth was a remarkable specimen of a Blaziken by all standards, with rippling muscles, eruptingly fiery knuckles, and thigh propulsion capability of over thirty feet into the air. Pokémon of all species and elemental classifications knew him well as a benevolent saviour to those in need, as well as co-founder of the best rescue force in the land, air and sea, willing to help anyone, anywhere.

Six months ago, however, the general opinion of Kenneth had been less than flattering. For Kenneth, in truth, wasn't really a Pokémon hotshot to begin with -- he used to be an average teenage human, brought into the world by forces no Pokémon could quite explain. Kenneth wasn't sure of who he was, either -- one day he was human, the next day he woke up as a really bad pun on the term "fried chicken", and before he realised it he had teamed up with a small green Pokémon with a leaf on top of its head on a slew of perilous adventures into deep forests and craggy mountains.

Although it was dangerous, and several times Kenneth very nearly lost his Torchic life on some threatening missions, Kenneth was happy. He had made friends with the local populace, as well as met up with some interesting Pokémon that went on to join him in his cause to rescue other fellow Pokémon from the wave of natural disasters. Time passed, as did trials and tribulations, and once Kenneth had even gone to save the land from mortal peril, after discovering that he, in his time as a human, he had agreed to be the chosen hero to bring salvation to the continent, but only if his memories of being human were wiped so he could start afresh in Pokémon form. Reluctant to leave the world he had come to be so attached to, as well as his newfound companions and associates, Kenneth opted to postpone his mandatory return to the human world so he could spend more time with his irreplaceable friends.

Half a year down the road, Kenneth was starting to wonder if his hasty nature had helped him make the right description. Granted, there was no denying he enjoyed the company of Blossom, his presently Bayleef partner, as well as the Pokémon he aided and associated with. Team FireLeaf now boasted a membership of over two hundred and fifty, with new recruits being added every other mission, which was remarkable for the newest rescue force then on the block. But, the point had come when he realised that rescue missions seemed to be all there was to this world. He began to think about the family he must have come from, yet had no memory of. How were they faring? What would they say if they ever saw him like this?

Did they miss him as much as he missed his Pokémon friends, just before he nearly made it past the literal point of no return?

Kenneth had no answers. Neither did Alakazam or Xatu, two of the smartest Pokémon around, which befitted their statuses as powerful Psychic-types. In fact, as the days went on, the possibility of him ever returning to the human world ceased to cross Kenneth's mind. He was needed here, after all, but it never occurred to him that he might never have a chance to return home.

Today was like any other day, in fact, but for some reason Kenneth was more deep in thought than usual. While he didn't remember how he was as a human, he had heard from other knowledgeable Pokémon that humans were known to have strange, domineering habits. Their greed knew no bounds, and at times neither did their cruelty. This he knew from a special friend of his -- Gardevoir, another Psychic Pokémon whose own trainer had been nasty and abusive, and now dwelled in spirit form as a sort of guardian angel due to a curse she had shielded her trainer from. Kenneth's own actions, though, had proven to the other Pokémon that he was by no means such a human, and Kenneth affirmed that he could feel no want for material or malevolence.

Yet as he sat on the smouldering grasses of the Scorched Plains, Kenneth couldn't help but feel that something was, in fact, missing. It couldn't be excitement -- his career ensured he got a lot of that. Nor was it camaraderie; he held actively good relations with all of the locals and his teammates. But still, he could sense a pang of earnest desire pulse inside him like a steady heartbeat.

What, then, could it possibly be?

"...Kenneth?"

The soft feminine voice broke the Blaziken from his train of thought, prompting him to turn to its source. An elegant, yellow vulpine Pokémon was standing next to him, with a look of concern on its face.

"Oh, hello Mystique," he greeted. "I didn't notice you were there. What brings you here from Darkness Ridge?"

"It's nothing," replied the Ninetales. "It's just... You haven't left the Scorched Plains for several days. Is something wrong?"

"Not really. Blossom has been leading rescue squads down the Silver Trench, and... well, I'm not exactly comfortable in watery dungeons."

"I can relate," Mystique nodded goodnaturedly. Mystique had once been a Vulpix that Kenneth and Blossom needed to rescue from Northwind Field; she had taken a wrong turn past Mount Faraway, thinking she was headed home towards Fiery Field. The concept of hydrophobia that plagued most Fire-types was no secret between them. Fire-type Pokémon were considered few and far between, so innately Kenneth enjoyed the companionship of a fellow elemental, especially a Ninetales so surprisingly friendly as Mystique. Her personality was definitely a far cry from that of the Ninetales atop Mt. Freeze.

"Besides," continued Kenneth, "Sitting out here gives me a chance to... well, think about things."

"That's nice to hear. ...So, what's been on your mind?" Mystique asked as she casually lay down besides the commander.

"Not much," Kenneth admitted. "Apart from thinking about... well, how far I've managed to go here." Gazing at the glittering ocean past the huge local volcano, the half-Blaziken took a deep breath. "I still can't believe I made it so far. And I certainly couldn't have done it without any of you."

"Thanks," smiled Mystique, then nearly frowned at Kenneth's distinctly spaced-out stare into the horizon. Clearly, something much bigger was on the Blaziken's mind, but Mystique couldn't place her paw on what it was.

"So what's been on your mind?" Kenneth countered.

"Well, I...!" Suddenly, without warning, Mystique started to pant heavily and paw impatiently at the ground.

"Mystique?"

"Ah... It's nothing," Mystique breathed. "I... I need to be alone..."

"Mystique, wait!" As the Ninetales started to slink away, Kenneth chased after her, making her face him and placing a claw on her forehead. The Fox Pokémon was actually sweating heavily and a burning aura seemed to surround her that was overwhelming. Even by Fire-type standards.

"Mystique, is everything alright?"

"It's... happening again," gasped Mystique as her body seemed to tense all over. "It's a time when female Pokémon... have the need to reproduce... called being in 'heat'..."

"What?!"

"I've been trying... to repress... but... can't hold... much longer... have to be... alone..."

"Not like this! You're too weak!" insisted Kenneth. "I'm escorting you back home, at least!"

"Please!" Mystique moaned. "Stay away!... Ahnnn... ah... can't... resist... any... AHHH!"

Before Kenneth could do anything else, Mystique let out a feral scream and lunged at her leader, pinning the Blaziken to the scorched floor with surprising strength. Hyper Voices filled Kenneth's mind as Mystique ground her body against his, moaning unabashedly as she did so.

"Urg..." Instinctively, Kenneth attempted to break loose, but Mystique had him where she wanted -- or, needed. Noting his immobility and inability to escape, Kenneth briefly attributed it to the Imprison technique, but he had other issues at hand. Odd synapses were erupting all over his body, from his muscular chest where Mystique was feverishly licking, down to his groin where a new heated sensation was starting to form. "Eep!" squeaked Kenneth.

"Oh?" Easing herself down his body, Mystique pleasantly noted Kenneth's little chicken jutting out from his lower tuft of feathers. "Mm..." Grinning gleefully, Mystique opened her mouth and gently eased her tongue up against against Kenneth's shaft.

"GAH!" Instantly, Kenneth dug his claws into the heated ground, pushing his head against the grass at the sudden pleasure. His knuckles exploded into flame, charring the crackling vegetation into mere smuts. Right now, Kenneth was even less sure of what to do except for one thing -- hope that Mystique didn't bite when excited.

In fact, Mystique's oral physiology meant that it was impossible for her to properly fellate her partner without sinking her teeth into his prized possession. All she could do was captivate him and prepare him physically for optimum mating, by licking and stimulating his reproductive organ. It didn't take long for Kenneth's rod to extend to its full length of nine inches.

"Ahn... Mystique..." Kenneth groaned uncontrollably as the Ninetales crawled back onto his heaving form.

"I'm... sorry, Kenneth, but... I really need this," whispered Mystique, gazing deeply into the half-Blaziken's eyes. Kenneth could see that her own glistening orbs were making a nearly superhuman effort to focus against the lustful aura that surrounded them. "Please... Make me... yours..."

"...I understand, Mystique," nodded Kenneth, relenting to the requirements of his subordinate. "I'm willing to help you as much as I can. So, please... allow me."

To Mystique's surprise, Kenneth flipped her off his lean frame, such that she was now lying on her back instead. "But... this is my first time," he whispered huskily as he laid on her matted fur. "I won't know for sure if I'm doing something right. If I'm hurting you in anyway, don't hesitate to say so..."

With that, Kenneth closed the remaining distance between them, gently placing a kiss on the tip of Mystique's nose as he cupped the pits of her forelegs, causing her to giggle slightly. After some coaxing, Mystique released her own mouth muscle, and soon enough their tongues began to dance. Earnestly they got into the mood, sharing their oral fluids while Kenneth let his retracted claws breeze through Mystique's sheened fur. It didn't take long for them to start grinding against each other, trailing precum across their lower areas.

"That was... pleasant," Mystique murmured after a few minutes had passed. "Is this how humans carry out their reproduction?"

"...I'm honestly not sure," Kenneth confessed. "I just didn't want you to feel left out."

"Thank you," blushed Mystique. "But... I think we'd best move on before I... well, get too excited..."

Kenneth understood. Although he didn't know much about intercourse, he'd already felt the raw strength of a sexually denied Ninetales.

"So..." Gently turning Mystique over, Kenneth stood behind the heaving Fire-type, catching sight of her muff glistening just below her raised tails. Kneeling on the ground, Kenneth aimed his hot rod at Mystique's opening. "Do I do it like this?... UNGH!"

"Ahhhhn!" As Kenneth entered her world, Mystique couldn't help but moan at his presence. She had taken Ursaring, Camerupt, Charmeleon in her days at the Fiery Field, but this...

"Mystique?" Half panting, Kenneth cast a concerned look over his gasping colleague. "Did I... do something wrong?"

"...No," groaned Mystique, when she had found her breathe. "It's just... you feel so big... just try moving in and out slowly, for starters."

"Okay..." Gripping her chest, Kenneth began to comply, easing and pumping his mojo inside Mystique. The Ninetales started moaning abashedly, but this time Kenneth wasn't as worried. As he tried to match his movements with hers, Kenneth discovered that he was starting to enjoy the experience tremendously. The pressure clamped around his pole felt like the best thing that ever happened to him, even against the fragmented memories of his human life.

Through the sensual messages echoing through his mind, Kenneth began to notice his partner's libido surprisingly increasing. Mystique had started impaling herself onto his meat even more feverishly and her tails were wrapped around Kenneth's lower frame, as if she was afraid of letting him go for even a fraction of a second. In response, he seemed to be grabbing onto her even tighter, feeding her continuously burning desire.

Somehow, he managed to figure it out -- his knuckles had started to blaze from all the passion erupting through his body, activating Mystique's innate Flash Fire ability. With her libido elevated, she instinctively began to push her sexual drive, prompting Kenneth's firepower to ignite even more, creating an accelerating cycle of explosive passion and energy.

That was the last conscious thought Kenneth retained before he too began to lose himself in the throes of lovemaking, even starting to echo Mystique's frenzied screaming. Waves of heat erupted from every pore on their body, instantly charring the smouldering grasses into carbon smuts.

And finally, all seemed to break loose. The white-hot sensation Kenneth felt in his rod suddenly released itself like a stick of dynamite as Mystique's tunnel clamped onto it. Rearing their heads in wordless howls, the two Fire-types felt their crotches explode with what felt like liquid fire, pouring onto the field like boiling oil. For a few minutes they laid unmoving on the grass, panting heavily from the dissipating afterglow.

"...Thanks," whispered Mystique, once she had got her breath back.

"It was my pleasure to help," nodded Kenneth with a smile, just as the exhausted Ninetales drifted off to sleep. Pulling out of his partner, Kenneth felt his shaft slip back into his crotch fur as he gently picked Mystique up in his muscular arms. Carrying Mystique back to Darkness Ridge, the half-Blaziken then decided that for now, he had a new reason to stay behind in the world of Pokémon and help those in need.

Nothing, though, was to prepare him for the changes his new career branch would bring...


There, that's it for now. What does exist in the plot will be eventually revealed -- no idea how eventually, probably in the next chapter -- but it'll set the reasons for why the title was named thus, and also explain some oddities in PMD.

In the meantime, though, most of MotB is primarily in thought process. It's likely Kenneth is going to have to "help out" a variety of females on his squad, though that list -- and what's specifically going to happen -- are still unconfirmed. The list of content codes I have listed are only what I theorise are likely to be included; it could be added to or taken from. Like your opinion of this literary work, the confirmed content up to speculation and suggestion.

Like it? Loathe it? Got suggestions on what Kenneth can do? Or think I'm barking up the wrong Shiftry and should take this down? Drop it in a review, thank you kindly, and thanks also for your kind attention.