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A Dark Night	By : PokemonPr0nPal3000 Category: Pokemon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 30773 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A DARK NIGHT

By Pippy Pika

Chapter Two: Hospital

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“Do you remember what happened, miss…?”

“Dawn,” the girl said flatly, her eyes cast down. “Just call me Dawn. Everyone does.”

“Of course,” the officer said, jotting down a quick note. She pushed a strand of blue hair behind her ear and continued. “Miss Dawn, could you tell me what you saw last night?”

Mind? No.

Able?

That was an entirely different question.

She could still hear the screams…

“Screams?”

“Huh?” Dawn blinked.

“You were saying something about screams, Miss Dawn.”

“Dawn. Just Dawn.”

“Of course.”

Dawn bit her lip, and tugged at a strand of hair. She felt so empty…

“If you tell me, perhaps you will feel better,” the officer said gently.

Dawn stared. Maybe…

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and began.

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“NO! NO, NO, NO! SOMEONE! HELP ME!”

The shriek tore through the night like an assassin’s blade and straight into Dawn’s heart. Before she could form a coherent thought her hand was in her bag, fingers wrapped around a familiar Pokéball—

“Piplup!” she cried, and the little blue penguin appeared before her, eyes wide. The two scurried out of the door of the tent, and froze—

Brock lay on the ground, unconscious, his head bleeding. Pikachu lay not far away, buried in a Pikachu-sized crater in the ground. And Ash…

“Help me!” he screamed, curling into a ball. A huge, wild Onix towered above him, and before Dawn could move it grabbed Ash by the neck and began to drag him away.

“N-no! Ash!” she cried, fear for her friend breaking her paralysis. She began to run, but the creature doubled in speed and disappeared into the foliage.

“No! Piplup! We—”

The screaming began.

For a moment Dawn was frozen again, fear casting its spell a second time. The scream was so filled with horror, so filled with terror, with pain, that it couldn’t have come from a human throat—no, it was a primal sound, an animal sound, torn from beyond the soul…

“PIPLUP!” Piplup screamed, and ran. Dawn gasped for breath and followed. In eternity and a moment they found Ash and the Onix—

—the Onix was, was…

“No…”

— — — — — —

“Miss Dawn?”

Dawn jumped, her eyes wide. The officer met her eyes and said, softly, “You trailed off, Miss Dawn. Please. I know it hurts, but the best way to help Mr. Ketchum is to give as much information to us as you can. Please finish your story.”

Dawn gulped.

And nodded.

— — — — — —

The creature was…raping him.

“No…” Dawn whispered, clutching at a tree’s trunk for support. “Piplup…Piplup…”

Piplup didn’t need any further urging. With a furious cry the small penguin shot a burst of water from its mouth, knocking the Onix off of the sobbing boy and onto the ground. Piplup growled and prepared a Whirlpool attack to finish the job, but the rock-type buried itself deep into the earth before the whirling vortex could hit. Piplup was forced to satisfy itself with throwing the Whirlpool down the Onix’s escape hole.

“Oh, Ash…” Dawn said quietly, and ran to the boy’s side. He was covered with a mixture of blood, spit, and dirt, but mostly blood. He let out a broken sob, and Dawn pulled his head onto her lap.

“It’ll be all right, it’ll be all right,” she said softly, though to who she wasn’t sure. A part of her noticed Ash’s hands and wrists had been gnawed on. The rest of her only noticed his shaking, and gradual decent into unconsciousness.

— — — — — —

It was quiet in the room.

“Thank you, Miss Dawn,” the officer said finally. “My name is Officer Jenny, of Voldale Town…I’ll be taking your friend’s case. You say it bit the hands and neck?”

“Y-yes.” Dawn wiped tears from her eyes. The officer offered her a handkerchief, and Dawn took a good blow. The officer’s eyes softened.

“Miss Dawn, thank you for your testimony…now go and get some rest. Mr. Ketchum is in good hands.” She paused, and pulled out a card. “Keep this with you…call me for any reason, Miss Dawn. Any. My door is always open.”

“I will. Th-thank you.” Dawn took the card and shuffled out.

Jenny looked at her notes, and her eyes turned hard. Unfortunately, she’d been on a few wild-Pokémon rape cases—that was why she’d been assigned to Ketchum, really—but…

“Wrists and neck…wrists and neck…I’ve never heard of a wild going after wrists and neck…”

— — — — — —

“You can’t mean…my…my baby boy…”

Brock looked at Delia’s horrified face on the phone’s monitor, and felt the slightest tinge of remorse. Oh, well, he thought. It’s that idiot’s fault anyway. Everything would’ve been much simpler if he’d just gotten the hint.

Brock looked sadly at Delia and nodded. “No one knows where that Onix came from, Mrs. Ketchum,” he said. “It knocked me and Pikachu out first thing—good thing it didn’t see Dawn in her tent, or…”

Delia shuddered.

“Brock…” She paused, and bit her lip. “I can’t…I just can’t get to Sinnoh this fast…please, if he’s stable tonight, could you—I’ll clear it with the hospital staff, but…if he wakes up, I want him to see a familiar face, even if I can’t…” She sniffed, and rubbed at her eyes.

“Mrs. Ketchum, you can rely on me,” Brock said, hardly daring to believe his luck. “I’ll take care of him.”

“Yes…oh, I should never have let him go so far…”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Ketchum. Ash couldn’t be in safer hands.”

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The heart monitor was a comforting sound, a regular rhythm that reminded the world, battered and bruised as he was, Ash Ketchum was alive, and inching his way to well. His wounds had been bandaged, the human equivalent of Potions was being dripped into his system via an IV, and now all the boy needed was a good night’s sleep.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Brock sat in a plastic chair next to his friend’s bed. He watched Ash breathe, and listened to the heart monitor. Occasionally he dozed.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

An eyelid flickered. The other followed.

“Hello, Ash,” Brock purred.

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep—

“Oh, calm down. I won’t touch you here. You’re here to recover from being touched, really.” There was a soft snigger.

Ash turned his head slightly so he could look at Brock. He shot the older teen a glare of pure venom.

“You…” His voice cracked, and he tried again. “You said…not twice…”

“I had to make sure,” Brock said quietly. “You belong to me, Ash. All of you. But no one else would want you after this, will they? Not when they know how spoiled you are…”

“Wh…what?”

“Fucked by an Onix? That’s pretty disgusting, Ash.”

“But…you—” Ash felt dizzy, both from painkillers and implications. “You did that…”

“The Onix did that. Besides, you started it. All these years…undressing in front of me, sharing rooms with me, even sometimes bathing with me…”

“But…we’re both guys…girl’d want her own room, or b-bath…so who cares—”

“Oh, you will. If everyone finds out you got fucked and enjoyed it.”

“What?! Didn’t!”

“Your cock lies.”

Ash blushed, and blushed harder because he couldn’t stop blushing. He felt dizzier than ever, too. Where was a nurse…

Was Brock…was he right? He had been aroused…oh, God…had that meant he liked it? That some part of him did like it? No, he could never like that…but…

“Here’s the deal, Ashy-boy,” Brock purred. “You’ll be mine, and no one will know how much you like being fucked with ropes.”

Ash blinked at him blearily. The heart monitor’s beeping raced.

“I…no…”

But…did I? Oh, God…

“No one’s going to want the kid fucked by Onix, Ashy-boy,” Brock whispered into his ear. His breath tickled. “Just me. You’re lucky I’m interested, really.”

“N-not…”

Am I…?

Brock began to kiss his neck. Ash could barely feel it through the bandages, but he knew what the young man was doing.

“Stop…!”

“Oh, you like it,” Brock smirked. He licked Ash’s jawbone. “Just like you liked being fucked. You want to be mine. Just us, Ashy-boy.”

“No-mmmpph!” Brock muzzled him with a kiss. A tongueless one; Brock remembered what happened last time, and didn’t want to experiment.

But this felt different. Fear paralyzed the boy, and Brock had the advantage. He ran one hand through Ash’s black hair and slipped the other down the hospital gown to play with his nipple. Perhaps they could have fun—

Ash butted his head forward and his forehead smashed into Brock’s bandage. Brock yelped and moved back.

“I d-don’t care,” Ash said, his hand moving to the ‘summon nurse’ button on the bed. “I’ll tell the cops. You’ll…you’ll go to j-jail for this. I don’t care.”

Brock sighed.

“And here I thought you cared about Dawn.”

Ash’s hand paused.

“What?”

“Oh, there’s this wild Onix going around raping trainers,” Brock said airily. “I’m sure it’ll go after more, after its flashy debut. A shame if it hits the same group twice. Her so young, too.” He smirked. “Nubile, even. I’m sure the scars will go with time…”

Ash’s face was pale. “You wouldn’t…”

“We could watch.”

Ash stared at him.

His hand moved back to his side. His eyes looked haunted.

“Fine, Brock,” he said softly. “Fine.”

Brock leaned over and put one hand on either side of the boy’s face.

“Don’t worry, my little Ash,” he cooed. “You’re doing the right thing.”

He leaned down and gave Ash a long, deep kiss.

When he left, Ash curled on his side, stifling sobs.

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Pippy’s note: Unfortunately, the majority of male rapes are not reported. This is quite likely from a social sigma—that men should be able to protect themselves from being raped—and also from the mistaken believe from many of the victims that they enjoyed being raped. Males have a far more obvious way of showing arousal, and it’s completely involuntary—that is, when pressure is applied to the prostrate gland, or the seminal vesicles, a male gets an arousal and ejaculation, regardless of whether he wants to or not. If he’s stroked on the penis, he’ll also get an erection, regardless of whether he wants to or not. It’s an involuntary action…but that doesn’t mean a rapist can’t use that to convince his victim that he ‘enjoyed’ being raped to further establish dominance. Arousals also can be a side effect of fear.

And remember, rape is not about sex. It’s all about power, and who has it, and who suddenly does not.
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