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A DARK NIGHT

by Pippy Pika

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Pippy’s note: I just can’t leave this first chapter alone. I always thought it was the weakest of the chapters in this story (ironic that it was good enough to get an actual story based on it, but whatever), and I’ve been putting off rewriting it…but augh. It bugs. It bugs like a bugging thing. SO! This chapter was rewritten on 3/7/12 to match tone with the rest of this story.

Note that this is frozen in four-years-ago anime time, just before the Wallace Cup starts. Remember this for plot reasons!

Warnings still apply. This is a monster of a BSDM fic, guys. Brock is terribly OOC (sadistic and bi, these are not words I normally associate with Brock Flint). I’ll work hard on keeping Ash (and eventually Dawn) IC, though, considering the coming circumstances. Poor Ash. I think if he ever met me, he would try to kill me.

Official Warning Section: Anal, slash, sadism, bondage, bestiality in first chapter, cussing, rape, oral, OOC Brock like it’s going out of style, plot, character development, and a secret surprise at the end.

Oh yeah, and like I said, this first chapter was originally written in 2008, and I was one of those people who didn’t watch Hoenn and honestly had no idea Onix evolved. It’s a bit late now, so count this world as a weird AU sort of place where Brock is a sexual predator and Onix never evolved. There!

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Chapter One: A Dark Night

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Brock hummed to himself as he prepared dinner, barely noticing as Ash roughhoused with Turtwig and Dawn carefully lay out a large blanket and started to put bowls of Pokéfood out for the Pokémon.

“Turtwig, please, that’s enough!” Ash yelled as the little turtle made another playful attempt to eat his head. Pikachu jumped on his shoulder to intervene as Buizel and Ambipom watched on the sidelines, chitterling at the spectacle. Brock simply focused on his cooking, knowing everyone was joking around, and it wasn’t unless things were quiet that there were problems. When Brock was finished, he poured the soup into three bowls and set them on the blanket.

As Brock and Ash sat down to eat, Dawn pulled free Brock’s map from his bag. “How much more until we reach the next town, do you think? I’m getting tired of camping out…”

“What, in that luxury hotel you carry around?” Ash laughed.

“It’s just a tent!”

“It’d be a lot easier on you if you didn’t have to bring it with you everywhere you went.”

“My mom told me to bring it!”

“Hmph. My mom told me—” Ash stopped talking and promptly began to eat his soup.

“Told you what?”

“Mmmph.”

Dawn now looked very curious. “C’mon, my mom made me leave most of my stuff at home. What’d—”

“Well, I seem to recall Delia always asking you if you have clean underwear when she sees you,” Brock said mischievously. Ash nearly spat his soup out.

“B-B-Brock!” he yelped, blushing bright red. Dawn giggled.

“And you tease me ‘cause I have a tent! You have to be reminded to wear clean underwear?”

“No! Change of subject, right now!”

Brock laughed and served seconds. If he looked at Ash overlong, or seemed a little more meditative than usual, it was not noticed.

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Dawn finished setting up her tent and crawled inside, laying out the sleeping bag on the floor. She didn’t care what Brock or Ash said. Having a roof over her head made her sleep sounder than she would if she was out in the open like them…how could they take it?

Of course, Ash and Brock had been travelling together for years. She supposed even the most devout camper would give up eventually if they spent four years on the road like Ash had. But still!

She sighed and crawled into the sleeping bag. “Good night, everyone!” she called.

“G’night,” Ash mumbled in reply. It sounded like he was already falling asleep. He was like that…she heard Brock and Pikachu call their own good-nights, and the camp fell quiet.

She yawned and curled up under the blanket. “Good night,” she said softly, and slowly fell asleep.

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The young man held his breath as he sprinkled the Sleeping Powder over Ash, Dawn and Pikachu’s already sleeping faces. Pikachu’s nose twitched, and Dawn sighed in her sleep, but otherwise there was no reaction. In a second the air was clear and the teen let out a sigh of relief. Then, pulling Ash out of his sleeping bag, he quietly checked to make sure all of the boy’s pokéballs were safely stored in his backpack. When he was sure of no interruptions, he carried the boy deep into the woods. When he reached the prepared tree, the elder undressed the younger completely and bound the boy’s hands to an overhead branch so the boy was hanging at the correct height to meet the teen’s gaze when he woke up.

The young man smiled as he shoved the gag into Ash’s mouth. Then, shirt already left at the campsite and one hand pulling down his boxers, he gave the boy the antidote.

Ash’s brown eyes opened slowly, hazily, as the antidote worked its way into his bloodstream. He blinked blearily and looked up, then down, then met the young man’s eyes.

“Mmmph?!” was all he managed to get out. The young man had done a very good job with the gag.

“Yes, Ash, it’s me,” the teen purred. He dropped the empty canister and ran a hand down Ash’s cheek. “Brock.”

“Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph mmm—” Then Ash’s eyes widened and he let out a stifled scream as Brock firmly clutched Ash’s penis. Brock chuckled.

“You know, I kept denying it, Ash,” he said softly. “I’ve been traveling with you for almost four years now, going after every girl I see, trying to convince myself I’m like everyone else. And even when I left you, your image haunted me. I had to come back.” He continued to stroke, until despite (or because of?) Ash’s fear he was erect. “I had to hope that friendship would be enough. But it isn’t, Ash. Not by a long shot.”

Brock was now completely undressed. Ash whimpered and struggled against the ropes, but Brock had spent too much time planning this night and there was no way Ash would escape.

“Ash, I think I may be in love with you. I don’t know.”

Ash stared at him, stunned.

Brock smiled.

“But I know for damn sure I lust for you. And I’ve waited for four years and I’m not going to wait one more minute, whether you’re willing or not.”

Ash froze, then began shaking his head rapidly, his whole body trembling. “Mmm! Mmm! Mmmph mmmph—”

“I told you,” said Brock, stepping behind Ash, his erection full and ready, “I’m not going to wait, whether you want it or not.”

He paused just long enough to rub a little lubricant on his penis—he’d heard one needed it for anal, though he wasn’t sure how much—then tried to thrust himself into Ash. Ash screamed, and his muscles contracted. Brock couldn’t push through.

“God! How the fuck do they do this?” he growled, and thought for a moment, angrily pulling at Ash’s hair as he did so. The boy moaned and sniffed heavily, attempting to breathe through a nose already clogging up with mucus as tears started to gather in his eyes and dribble down his face.

“I got it,” Brock said, and shoved a single finger through Ash’s anus. Ash cried out through the gag and tried to struggle, but Brock simply held him still with his other arm. After a little while Brock could feel Ash’s anus relax around his finger, so he stuck in a second. During this Ash’s head hung low, and Brock heard him sniffing and whimpering, occasionally trying to gasp something through the gag, and the young man imagined they were pleas for Brock to continue, to fuck him now, that Ash had been waiting for four years too, that Ash was just acting terrified and upset to please Brock because Brock liked to see him tied up and waiting, and Ash would say all that if it weren’t for the gag.

Damn gag. Maybe he should take it off. It wasn’t like Dawn or Pikachu would wake up to hear the screams anyway.

When Ash was wiggling on him and feeling loose he removed his fingers and shoved in his penis. And oh, God, it felt good. Ash screamed every time he thrust, and apparently he hadn’t used enough lube because it felt a little dry, but pretty soon it was wet enough and when he looked down and pulled out he saw it was because Ash was bleeding.

Oh well.

Brock moaned. And thrust harder.

Ash screamed. Even through the gag he was loud, so loud. Brock clutched his chest, panting into the boy’s ear, and the tips of Ash’s feet were just barely touching the ground.

Brock moaned with pleasure, and Ash screamed from the pain, until finally Brock came inside him. He rested for a moment, then pulled out, blood and his own semen coating his penis and Ash’s buttocks.

Ash’s eyes were huge, and tear-filled, and terrified. Brock saw he was now having serious trouble breathing from all the mucus in his nose from the crying. On impulse he licked the tears from Ash’s face and picked up a discarded shirt.

“Blow,” he ordered. Ash did so, still crying. Brock wiped the remaining stuff off the boy’s face, and smiled. He stroked Ash’s penis again, slowly, making the boy whimper as it grew erect. He began to massage the testicles, and Ash jerked wildly. Brock laughed a little at Ash’s movements.

“You love this!” he cackled. He slipped a finger inside Ash’s anus and continued to stroke his penis, until Ash was sobbing loudly even though the gag, his body moving randomly, beyond his control—and he came, nearly in Brock’s face.

Ash hung limply from the branch when the deed was done, his eyes closed, his body shaking. Occasionally he made a soft whimpering noise, but Brock ignored it. It was simply Ash trying to say thanks for a good fuck, that was all.

Brock pushed the ropes back so Ash’s back was flat against the tree’s trunk, and pressed himself against the smaller form. He kissed the boy’s neck, then his ear, then his jawbone. Ash wouldn’t stop whimpering. The sound grated on Brock’s nerves, but he forced himself to ignore it. Ash was probably just reacting to the kisses, after all…yes, that was it. In fact, they could even be muffled cries for more! Again he wanted to take off the gag, but he held himself back. It was better, for now, to let Ash simply experience, not speak.

Still rubbing himself against Ash’s body, still kissing the boy’s neck, he realized he was getting another erection. He smiled and rubbed himself against Ash again. How wonderful this was, to finally have what he’d been waiting for! Why hadn’t he done this sooner?

Then he lifted and spread the boy’s legs up high and wide apart. He let them wrap around his waist, so that Ash was held up simply from pressure from Brock’s body and the tree trunk.

“We’re going to make this the most special night we’ve ever had,” he whispered into Ash’s ear. Ash shuddered. His eyes were a silent plea that Brock refused to see.

Brock shoved himself back inside. Ash did not fight this time. Pretty soon Brock got into a good rhythm, and he could even watch Ash’s face with each thrust, and more than ever he wanted to take off that damn gag, hear Ash beg for him, feel Ash’s mouth on his cock, feel Ash’s lips brush against his. He began thrusting faster and faster, feeling like he could never stop—this felt too damn good, and he leaned in to lick Ash’s tears and nibble on Ash’s neck and oh God—

He came inside the boy with a cry, a little semen dribbling out down Ash’s leg as Brock’s now sagging penis rested inside Ash. For a moment Brock leaned against him, panting, enjoying the feeling of their sweat commingling.

Then he smiled.

“That was pretty good, wasn’t it?” he said softly. Ash seemed too stunned to reply, and Brock didn’t mind. Not quite. Besides, he wanted to do something else now.

His penis still inside Ash, he let one of Ash’s legs drop and used his now free hand to undo the gag and pull out the sock he’d shoved into the boy’s mouth. Ash gasped for breath and panted heavily, for a moment too focused on breathing to say anything. Brock took advantage of the open mouth by planting a hard kiss on him, locking lips with a fierce intensity, shoving his tongue in to explore every crevice and inch of Ash’s mouth.

And Ash bit him, hard. Brock screamed and pulled out both tongue and penis immediately, clutching at his mouth. Ash glared at him—though glare was too small a word for the icy stare Brock received from the boy.

“Let me go now!” Ash ordered, his voice trembling only slightly, the order only slightly ruined by the tears gathering in his eyes. “I—I thought you liked me because we were f-friends—n-nothing like this! I don’t want anything like this!” At Brock’s silence and lack of movement he added, “If you come n-near me with any ideas but to cut me down I swear I’ll kick you so hard you won’t ever t-touch me again!”

“No, Ash,” Brock whispered, with a slight lisp from the bite. “You were supposed to be acting. You still are, aren’t you? To make me want you even more. To make me want to break you. I get it now.” Brock smiled. “You really are the best, Ash.”

“I’m not acting anything! Let me down now, Brock! I—I won’t tell anyone what h-happened here, we’ll just—you just go back to Pewter and I stay here in Sinnoh and no one will know…”

“Ashy-boy, I think you need a little punishment. You shouldn’t bite someone who wants to kiss you.”

Ash paled. “N-no, Brock, please, let’s just pretend this never happened and—”

But Brock was in a world of his own. “Go, Onix!”

“Onix?!” Ash squeaked. “But I thought you left him in Pewter!”

“I’ve been planning this for a while,” said Brock demurely. “And Onix has had a bit of a thing for you and wanted in.”

Ash was too stunned to realize quite what this meant until he realized the rock-type had a few more rocks showing than usual. “You can’t be seri—”

But then Brock was standing on Onix’s body and had cut Ash down, and in a second had handcuffed Ash’s hands behind his back. He also attached a choke chain to Ash’s neck and clipped the chain to a longish rope attached to the original branch, so Ash could only move about a foot now that he was on the ground, and the most he could do was kneel or bend over.

And now Onix was behind Ash, and the extra rocks were in reality an extremely large penis, and Ash took one look behind him and tried to run. But the choke chain worked like a charm and in a moment Ash both couldn’t breathe and couldn’t leave the spot.

“No, no, silly,” said Brock, slowly loosing the chain. “You’re not going anywhere. Here’s the deal: you suck on my cock, and Onix won’t fuck you. But you do anything I don’t like, like bite me or even don’t suck hard enough…”

Ash stared at Brock. Brock leaned in.

“But first we have a kiss. A nice, long kiss.”

“No,” Ash whispered.

“You’d rather Onix fuck you?”

“Please, Brock, please…”

Yes. The pleading, hearing his name. It was just what he wanted.

“Please…just untie me. I won’t tell anyone, I swear, not even Pikachu. It’ll be like it never happened. You don’t even have to leave, we’ll just pretend this never ever happened. Please, Brock.”

Ash’s eyes were sincere, so sincere.

Brock’s eyes grew cold.

“Onix, fuck him,” was all he said.

And that’s when the screaming really began.

Onix thrust in and out, because after realizing its master mated with Ash it had decided that while it had thought Ash was male, it was wrong and obviously Ash was female. And while Ash was not a female Onix, she was good enough. It was certainly enjoyable to thrust into something so squishy instead of the usual rocky females, which one had to be so rough with for them to get any pleasure at all. Onix didn’t bother to change its habits for this female, though—it was sure Ash would enjoy herself just as much as the other females it had mated with.

It was a shame Onix was dead wrong, and Ash had never been in worse pain his entire life. He screamed, and screamed, and screamed, Brock watching with cold pleasure and a slowly recovering erection. Onix himself paid no attention to the noise. Onix females made all sorts of noise in lovemaking, so this was only natural. The simple-minded Onix only knew that it was enjoying itself immensely and hoped its master would let it do this again.

“So, Ash,” said Brock over the screams. “Still think kissing me and sucking my cock is worse than being fucked by Onix?”

Ash was in too much pain to form coherent words, that much was obvious. Brock waited a moment longer, then forced the Pokémon to pull out, as he didn’t want it to come inside Ash—its semen looked and felt like small pebbles, and the last thing Brock wanted was Ash’s ass to be filled with rocks.

Ash collapsed to the ground, moaning and whimpering as tears poured out of his eyes. Brock stared at him for a moment, then grabbed his chin and jerked his head up. Mercilessly he forced another kiss on Ash, shoving his tongue deep into the boy’s mouth.

Ash did not fight back. He whimpered a little, but he did not bite, and he did not fight Brock’s tongue with his own. And Brock enjoyed the domination.

After an eternity Brock broke the kiss. Licking a few more extra tears off Ash’s face he said, “There, that kiss wasn’t so bad, was it? Really, was it worth being fucked by Onix just for a kiss? Do I have to do that every time I want a kiss?”

Gasps as Ash tried to focus on something that wasn’t pain.

“The answer is ‘No, Brock, I’ll willingly kiss you whenever you want.’ Say it.”

“…No…Brock…I’ll…I’ll k-kiss you…when you…when y-you want.” Each word was a breath.

“Willingly.” At Ash’s face he said, “Well, maybe not yet. But it’s kissing or Onix on a night you won’t expect. Now, for the other part of the deal.”

And he pulled Ash’s head up to his now fully erect penis.

Ash moaned. “No…hurts…hurts…”

“Hurts? This would hurt? I just made you get fucked by an Onix, not to mention the fun fucks with me. And I’ve got more Pokémon just waiting in line to fuck that ass of yours. Do you want to test me?”

Slowly, biting back sobs, trying not to pass out, Ash took Brock into his mouth. He had no idea what to do, so he tried to pretend it was a lollipop and just sucked on it, occasionally curling his tongue around the head. When Brock started to make impatient noises, Ash began to jerk his head up and down Brock’s shaft, trying to mimic now the thrusting he’d felt earlier.

It wasn’t that he wanted to please Brock. It was that he wanted to avoid displeasing him. That had painful consequences.

Brock moaned a bit. This was it, this was what he wanted—Ash sucking on him, focused solely on pleasing him, although truth be told he wasn’t very good at it. But still, it was Ash doing all the work and Brock just kneeling there, enjoying himself, watching Ash degrade himself further with each thrust of his head, with each lick around the tip of Brock’s penis. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and began to thrust in himself, thrusting much deeper than Ash had been taking him in, deep enough to activate Ash’s gag reflex. But Brock was almost ready to come anyway, and he came into the boy’s mouth and pulled out just before the boy began to vomit.

Brock walked away from him in disgust at that point. “You’re supposed to ignore that feeling, Ash,” he snapped at the boy, who was now sobbing and trying to move away from the pool of vomit. “Honestly, we were having fun until you had to puke.”

Ash only threw up again. His own disgust with himself was making him vomit just as much as the induced gag reflex.

Finally Brock walked over and held Ash’s head up until he was finished. He wiped off Ash’s mouth and face with Ash’s boxers—he’d have to wash them after this—and sighed.

“Not the best way to end the night,” he said. “But we’re definitely doing this again.”

“Nuh…no…” Ash moaned weakly, his eyes not focused.

Brock looked pointedly at Onix.

“Even if I leave, there will be a night where I show up, Ash. Now, do you want to make it nice for both of us or do you want another round with him?”

Ash began to hyperventilate. Brock held him in his arms and gave him a chaste kiss.

“Don’t worry,” he cooed. “It’ll be fun.”

And with that he sprinkled some Sleeping Powder over the boy’s face, unchained him, and after washing him carefully in a nearby stream, carried him back to camp, humming.

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Sexual assault and rape include any unwanted sexual acts. The assailant can be a stranger, an acquaintance, a family member, or someone the victim knows well and trusts. Rape and sexual assault are crimes of violence and are used to exert power and control over another person. There is a definite difference between rape and BSDM; rape is unwanted sexual contact, whereas BSDM is controlled circumstances (even if it doesn’t look like it). Rape is about power—taking power, and gaining power. BSDM is power play--people subjugated and dominated, but able to say no, and there voluntarily.

Huh. I have discovered that from 2008 I have gotten much, much better at writing lemons. I don’t know if this is a good thing.

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