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The Meaning of Lunacy	By : WhiteWolfMoonHowl Category: Pokemon > General Views: 8029 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon in any form, and do not make money off anything I write about it, In addition I do not own Nameless and make no money off him either.

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Luna wakes as the sun rises, to the sound of her daughters howling with hunger. She gets out of bed, noting the continued absence of her beloved mate and walks into the nursery to feed them. As her pups nibble on the Pecha berries she hands them, Luna is dragged into thought about how the sweet berries were her mother’s favorite and whether or not they should alert Officer Jenny to the spree of murders in the area. Luna decides to remain silent for now. As she begins her usual routine, she remembers that the orchard should be ready for harvesting by now and heads out with a basket to collect the numerous berries from the trees.

Judge wakes from his sleep, realizing too late that he slept well into the morning and that Luna would notice his absence from their bed. He sees her in the yard through the green tinted windows and remembers the trees are ripe with berries. He elects to join her and exits the greenhouse with his own basket, sighing and ready to face his mate’s wrath.

Luna notices her mate walking into the berry orchard and ignores him, still upset that he continually sneaks out of the room at night to go mope at their son’s grave. She first noticed it weeks after his death, when she would wake alone and afraid after nightmares of her son dying in various ways. Recently, after Anova’s murder, she’s dreamed Orion dying in the same way, and woke up sweating and wanting to scream before remembering she was safe in the house. Judge doesn’t know about the dreams since she didn’t want to burden him with guilt.

Judge knows he’s being ignored, and tail hanging low, accepts it. The pair picks berries for several minutes in silence, Luna and Judge picking trees on opposite sides for fear of having to speak, tension thick enough that it’s almost visible, before Luna gets the feeling of being watched. She and her mate both fail to notice the Fearow flying overhead, the malicious look in its eyes once more betraying it as Nameless. He observes the pair from the sky, imagining himself swooping down and mauling them viciously, saliva pooling in his beak as he imagines the act before landing in the woods. His body morphs back and he can hear Pokémon, now well aware of him, running for cover for fear of them being turned into his sadistic fantasy. Nameless notes the absence of life as he lands and sighs, his voice coming out raspy with thirst for blood.

“Come on, Pokémon, surely I’m not all THAT bad. Wait, I guess I am. Heh heh. Oh well, looks like I’ll have to hunt to fill my needs now. Fine by me.” Nameless snarls as he lunges at a slow-moving Bellsprout, the Pokémon gasping its name before a snarl from Nameless silences it.

“If you bite me, I will take your life without any mercy and you will die screaming.” Nameless snaps as he unzips his jeans and pulls out his rapidly hardening cock. The Bellsprout struggles in his grasp, a tear falling from its eye as Nameless shoves his cock into the Pokémon’s mouth. The Bellsprout sucks the invading organ, knowing if it bites that Nameless will carry out its death until the final blow seems to be a blessing, and knowing either way it will die. Nameless thrusts into the Pokémon’s mouth mercilessly, enjoying the treatment he’s given by the dual grass/poison type. Bellsprout sucks off the murderous hybrid, the entire time commenting with its mind that it hopes the toxic saliva mutilates Nameless’ dick with horrible pain.

Nameless finally releases, digging his claws through the Bellsprout’s head. Nameless smiles and licks his claws, enjoying the fruity taste of the green Bellsprout blood. Tucking his limp cock back into his jeans, Nameless kicks the shredded plant Pokémon back into the bushes and walks away to take up his nightly task of stalking Luna.

As Nameless runs across the grass he recalls several memories of his past.

“Mother, why are you leaving me?” A tiny Zorua kit whimpers from his den as a large female prepares to abandon the nest.

“Because all Zorua kits are left to fend for themselves, you must be strong if you wish to survive. You are part human, Little One. You are more than capable of taking care of yourself.” The female speaks softly as she leaves the den. The Zorua kit thinks she’s joking and so he remains in the den for two weeks, drinking nothing but plant dew and eating nothing at all. He hears footsteps as he walks by and sees a flash of fur through the den opening, racing out he clings to the being and cries out.

“Mother! You’re back!” The furry shape growls at him, showing she is not his mother, but a young Espeon female.

“Get your filthy hands off me, hybrid. I am clearly not your whore mother, and am appalled that you dared to approach me and confuse me with her.” She hisses, promptly firing a psybeam at the young kit. He dodges, but the waves still hurt him and he limps back into his den.

For the next ten years, the Zorua kit lives life as an outcast, begging passing trainers to capture him, each and every one either kicking at him to leave, throwing food and running away, or flinging stones at him. He’s rejected by Pokémon too, the wild females laughing at him during breeding season, tempting him only to deny his advances, the males treating him as a threat and chasing him away. Even trainer Pokémon attack him for fun.

Running away from yet another attack, the Zorua hybrid falls down a steep hill, rolling towards the bottom before hitting something soft. He can smell blood and so he quickly gets to his feet, growling at the intruder. A young Vulpix female is standing there on an injured leg.

“Please don’t hurt me!” She whimpers, trying to move away, but only falling when she puts weight on her wounded limb.

“You think I’ll hurt you? I should be saying that to you. After all, I’m just a disgusting hybrid.” The Zorua hisses as he walks away. The Vulpix follows him, not knowing what else to do.

“I don’t think you’re disgusting. My name’s Jeovi, I used to be owned by a trainer, but I was released when he decided I wasn’t worth keeping. Do you have a name?” She asks softly earning a smile from the young hybrid.

“No. My mother abandoned me years ago. I’m unworthy of a name.” He sighs softly as he continues back to his den. The Vulpix follows him, stopping to look at the crudely formed den at the base of a tree.

“So this is where you live?” Jeovi asks, wondering if the hybrid will allow her inside.

“Pretty much. Why don’t you come in, your leg will get infected if you remain out there. Of course, that’s only if you can bear to be close to filth like me long enough for me to fix your leg.” The hybrid asks, wanting to be with somebody for the first time since his mother abandoned him.

Nameless races towards Luna’s window, his fangs reflecting moonlight in a nightmarish gleam. He watches as she puts her twin pups into their beds and as Judge systematically wakes once she’s asleep, he imagines the similarities between the days he spent as a kit with Jeovi, and Luna living with Judge. He remembers how she betrayed him and seethes with rage.

“Jeovi, what’s wrong?” the Zoroak hybrid, now known as Nameless and fully evolved thanks to his Vulpix companion, asks worriedly.

“There’s a trainer coming, hurry and hide!” Jeovi cries out as a Lucario and Weavile come racing through the trees. Nameless yelps and runs quickly, not looking back as he enters the den. He looks towards Jeovi in terror as she’s captured in a Pokéball and carried away.

Nameless spends months tracking her down, finally finding a trainer with a Lucario and Weavile, training his Ninetails in the backyard. Nameless spent nearly six years trying to find her, hoping that his act would finally win her heart. What he finds is enough to break him. Jeovi is lying in the grass under a tree, with six Vulpix pups nursing from her. Nameless walks into the yard, his eyes wide.

“Oh, Nameless, I’ve missed you. I wanted to show you my pups, three girls, and three boys. Conan is their father. They’re hybrids just like you.” Jeovi bubbles to the Zoroak hybrid, failing to notice the hurt expression on his face. His eyes flash maliciously as he grips the Ninetails by her throat and tosses her against the tree.

“Don’t you DARE compare me to those abominations you’ve birthed.” Nameless snaps as his eyes glow red. Using his speed, he quickly dashes toward Conan and his two Pokémon, slitting the throats of the Weavile and Lucario like warm butter. Conan screams in terror as his beloved starter and companion are cut down in front of him. Jeovi stares in shock and horror as the blood of her teammates is spilt in front of her eyes.

“I wanted to mate you, Jeovi, I loved you, but if you want to fuck a human so damn much, I’ll let you watch as everything you care about is destroyed in front of your eyes.” Nameless snaps, picking up two of the pups and impaling them on his claws. The screams of the Vulpix hybrids fill the air as their blood and entrails coat the Zoroak hybrid’s claws and fur. Within minutes, Jeovi’s litter lays dead at Jeovi’s feet. Nameless smiles wickedly as he stalks over to the trainer and begins slashing away at him, not stopping until all that remains is a mass of mangled tissue and broken bone. Then Nameless turns to Jeovi.

“Nameless, I thought you loved me. Why are you doing this?” The Ninetails cries as she nuzzles one of her dead children.

“You misunderstand, Jeovi. It is because I love you that I’m allowing you to live. I won’t rest until every last hybrid is dead. The mere thought of a human loving a Pokémon and a Pokémon bearing the offspring of their trainer is a truly sickening notion.” Nameless hisses, before attacking his intended mate. He beats her and kicks her until she coughs blood, then he walks away, breaking into the trainer’s house to grab a pair of pants and a pack of cigarettes, then leaving for another region, ready to destroy the Pokémon and trainer who gave him life.
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