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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

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Pippy’s note: soo here’s the deal with this chapter: it ran so long I ended up cutting it in half, and it’s still running long. So, it sort of got…split. Mostly because the sex scene turned into almost four thousand words of “what the hell are you ON Pippy? What the hell did Ash do to you?”

OH AND BY THE WAY THERE IS AN AWESOME STORY ON THIS WEBSITE THAT IS NOT MINE. It is called ‘Runaway’, has quite possibly one of the worst summaries I’ve ever read, and is insanely awesome. The premise is that Ash gets framed for stealing his own Pokémon in an AU universe, and it just gets better from there. I shan’t spoil it, but go read it, review it, and tell Shwee to get writing. Seriously. And those with weak stomachs, don’t know how you got this far, but it involves no BSDM whatsoever so you should like it.

Warnings for this chapter: OOC Brock, plot, character development, and psychological torture cos Brock’s an evil bastard in my story. (Seriously, he’s so OOC at this point I ought to just rename him Squinty Eyed Steve. He’s up there with the Goddamn Batman.)

Oh yeah, and apparently Onix evolved during Hoenn? Didn’t watch the anime during that time, so didn’t know…I’d go back and fix the errors, but frankly, it’s been so many years I don’t think any of you really care that hard. So, yeah, count this as a bizzaro AU world where Onix never evolved and Brock is a psychotic sexual predator. (…Now that’s a sentence I never thought I’d write.)

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Chapter Four: Collared

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“…Hello, and welcome to the Pokémon Center! How may I help you?”

Dawn smiled and opened her mouth, but before she could get any further Brock cut in with his usual attempts at flirtation. “I know how you could help me, Nurse—aaack!”

She shook her head. Why he bothered she’d never know…

“I’d like to rest my Pokémon, please,” she said, depositing her pokéballs on the countertop. “And we’re all really looking forward to getting some sleep on real beds, right, Ash?”

She looked back at her friend, who’d just stepped into the Pokémon Center. He met her gaze and nodded, smiling weakly. Pikachu jumped off of his shoulder and ran up to the counter, obviously expecting attention.

Nurse Joy blinked and stared at Ash’s face, not noticing the little yellow Pokémon sitting next to her. “I’m sorry, you are…”

Ash looked at Dawn, then showed Joy his pokédex.

“…Oh.” The nurse’s smile fell, and she bit her lip. “I’m sorry…you can leave any injured Pokémon here, and your friends can pick them up when they’re treated. But I can’t allow you inside the Pokémon Center.”

“Wha…what?!” Dawn cried.

“Pikachu?!” Pikachu added. Brock, recovered from Croagunk’s Poison Jab, glared at the nurse.

“Why?” he said. “He hasn’t—”

“His…record,” Joy said softly. She gazed at Ash, her eyes filled with pity. “I hate to turn away trainers. But…I have to protect the trainers that rest here. I can’t allow someone who constantly starts fights.”

“He’s promised not to do that anymore!”

“He wouldn’t—I’d make sure—”

“Pikachu pi pikapika Pikapi!”

“That’s fine.”

All four turned and stared. It was the first thing Ash had said since he entered the Pokémon Center—the first thing he’d said all day.

“I’ll camp, by myself,” he said softly. “You guys just…relax here. I’ll meet you at Valor Lakefront. C’mon, Pikachu.”

Pikachu jumped off the counter and ran back to its place on Ash’s shoulder.

“Wait, Ash!” Dawn started, but the boy was gone.

Dawn and Brock stared at each other. Then, at the same time:

“We can’t—”

“There’s no way—”

They stopped, and nodded.

“At least take some Potions!” Joy cried as Dawn retrieved her pokéballs from the tray. Dawn smiled gratefully as Joy plied her with several potions and sprays, and raced after her friends.

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Dawn sighed as she walked down the boulevard. Normally she’d be super excited about being in such a pretty city as Valor Lakefront, but for the past two nights they’d had to camp out, and every morning Ash woke up later, quieter and surlier. Brock remained as cheerful as ever, but it was a strain to try and even pretend things were normal. Dawn wondered how Brock did it.

As they walked around, Dawn tried to get Ash to help her look for a new contest dress, joking with him as best she could, trying to make him act like the Ash she knew. When Brock found out she wanted to go shopping, he excused himself, saying that he had some shopping to do on his own. Only when he was gone did Ash begin to cheer up. Just as they were about to enter a clothing store, a large butterfly landed on Ash’s head.

“Beautifly!” Dawn cried, and pulled out her pokédex. As she listened to its entry Ash said, looking up, “Do I know this Beautifly?”

“Heeeeeeeey!”

Ash’s eyes widened. His head jerked back and forth so fast it almost dislodged the butterfly. “Was—was that—”

A brown-haired girl wearing a green bandana, an orange tunic and black bike shorts jumped in front of them, a huge smile on her face. “Hi, Ash!”

“May!” Ash yelled, his grin so wide it threatened to split his head. He grabbed her hand and held it tightly. “God, May, I’ve missed you! What’re you doing here?”

“I got in this morning, from Snowpoint City. I left a message with Nurse Joy to send to you, but I guess you never got it…”

Ash opened his mouth to say something, then swallowed. His cheeks started to turn red. Dawn quickly cut in.

“It’s so nice to meet you!” she trilled, shaking the girl’s hand warmly. “I’ve read about you in magazines! You’re the one they call the Princess of Hoenn, right?”

“Stop, you’ll make me blush!” May said, laughing. “Just call me May.” May paused and looked around. “Where’s Brock? I wanted to surprise him too…”

“Who cares?” Ash answered savagely. Both girls stared. “Let’s go celebrate! I’ve missed you, May!”

May laughed again. “Okay!”

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`The rest of the day was a blur. Whatever May wanted to do, Ash did, gladly. May’s every smile made his glow brighter—the weight that had settled on his shoulders over the past month and a half had disappeared with her appearance. It was like her old Ash was back.

Why couldn’t I do that…?

The traitorous thought wouldn’t leave her alone. Every time Ash smiled, it was like a small knife—May didn’t know he’d been acting any differently, but this was night and day!

Why doesn’t he like me like her…?

May told a joke, and Ash started to laugh. Dawn laughed too, but a part of her was still in shock—he was laughing. Laughing! She hadn’t realized how much she missed the sound until it had faded from her life…but he was laughing now, and that was what was important.

Even if it wasn’t her that made him laugh. Even if it wasn’t her that made him smile. Even if it hurt, just a bit, to see this friendly stranger, but still stranger, doing more in one day than she had in weeks of desperate cheer.

But she could keep that façade for as long as she needed to. She had far too much practice with it.

“So…what now?” she said finally, trailing behind the two old friends. May grinned.

“Let’s go out to dinner! I know just the place!”

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“I like the name…Seven Stars Restaurant! But what’s so special about it?” Dawn ask as they walked through the star-studded arched doorway. May grinned.

“You’ll see!”

“It smells awesome,” Ash said, eyes shining. “I can’t wait to eat!”

Dawn smiled weakly and said nothing. Ash had eaten more today than he had in the past week, and now he wanted more…maybe he was making it up?

They pushed open the second set of doors, and gasped. Between them and the actual restaurant was a battlefield—and standing on the opposite side were two trainers, a man and a woman, each grinning and holding a pokéball in their hand.

“If you want to eat here, you can battle the restaurant owners and eat for free,” May said. “It’s usually tag battles, but I bet Ash can take them on one-on-one, don’t you think, Ash?”

Ash’s face became pale, then bright red. He wouldn’t meet May’s eyes.

“I—um—actually—well—that is—I—I don’t—d-don’t—”

“—don’t have any Pokémon here, we left them all at the Pokémon Center, you know how it is,” Dawn cut in quickly. “And it’s not fair to make Pikachu battle when it’s just as hungry as the rest of us. C’mon, May, the hotel we’re staying at has an amazing restaurant in it—our treat.”

May looked disappointed. “Are you sure? You could borrow some of mine or something…I mean, it seems like fun—”

“That’s cheating and you know it,” Dawn said firmly, dragging the girl out of the restaurant, Ash following behind. He gave her a grateful look, and she smiled in return. “No need to worry, May! You’ll love where we’re going!”

“I suppose…” May looked longingly backwards, then cheered up. “Hey, have you ever had a Poffin? I have to get you to try one. It’s amazing…”

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Brock found them after dinner, when Dawn and Ash were showing May their room. He was just as pleased to see her as Ash had been, though Ash’s enthusiasm for group activities dampened after the young man appeared.

“We’re going shopping to get new contest outfits,” May said after greetings and gifts were over. “Come with us!”

“I would,” said Brock with an embarrassed laugh, “but I haven’t found what I’ve been looking for yet. I’m heading out again. I’ll see you guys soon, hey?”

“Oh, Brock—!”

“Don’t press it,” said Ash softly. Then: “I’m kinda tired. I think I’m going to crash.”

Ash looked very tired indeed. Dawn knew he hadn’t been sleeping right for the past few weeks—all the excitement of the day must have exhausted him.

May didn’t seem to notice. “Aww, not you too!”

“That’s okay,” Dawn said with a soft smile. “This way our outfits will be a surprise for you tomorrow! No need to worry, Ash. You just sleep. I’ll try not to wake you when I come in.”

“Thanks, Dawn. See you guys later!” He waved them out.

“Let’s get shopping!” May cried, and ran to the elevators. Dawn giggled and followed her.

May watched her out of the corner of her eye as she tapped her foot, pretending to be impatient with the elevator.

Something’s wrong with him, she thought. Something’s wrong with you, and something’s wrong with him, and neither of you will tell me.

The elevator dinged. She boarded with Dawn, and began to chat enthusiastically about the coming contest, watching her carefully. Now that Ash wasn’t around, Dawn was much freer, and laughed more often—but she also looked back, as though worried that she was leaving him behind…

Something’s wrong. And you won’t tell me what.

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Ash didn’t bother to change out of his clothes—he barely remembered to kick off his shoes before he found himself enclosed in soft, cool sheets, on a pillowy soft mattress, with his best friend curled beside him, and no one to bother him…

Ash didn’t even hear the door open, so deeply did he slumber. Nor did he hear the padding footsteps, or the soft sigh Pikachu gave as it received its nightly dose of Sleep Powder.

“Wake up.”

Ash jumped. The transition from deep sleep (so rare!) to fearful wakefulness (always!) was jarring and confusing; for a moment, he couldn’t remember where he was or who had woken him.

“It’s me. Your master.”

“Oh…”

Ash looked over at Pikachu. Its breathing was slow, very slow—he knew it was drugged.

Brock pulled him from the bed and pushed him to the floor. “It took me all day to find,” he said softly—though screams probably couldn’t wake Pikachu, he didn’t want to chance anything. Not tonight. “But I wanted to find the perfect one—simple, down to earth, but a little sexy, just like you…”

“What…what are you talking about?”

“Shhh. Softly. Open this.” Brock pushed a brightly wrapped box at Ash. Ash knew it was a command, not a request; he pulled the paper from the package with a sigh, and pulled off the lid.

Inside lay a collar. It was made of black leather, with the inside edge padded for comfort, and almost perfectly circular, except where it dipped down in the front from the weight of a silver circle. The back had a silver locking mechanism that seemed to require a key to open.

He frowned, and gave Brock a puzzled look. “My Pokémon don’t wear collars,” he said, lifting the thing out of the box. “And it’s too big, anyway.”

“It’s not for your Pokémon.” Brock took it from his hands and unlocked the back of the collar as Ash’s eyes grew wide with horror.

“This is to show the bond between master and slave. Only truly loved slaves wear collars. And I truly love you, don’t I?”

Ash stared at him, unable to move, unable to breathe. Brock went on.

“You belong to me. You know this.”

Ash gulped.

“Your body belongs to me. Everything about you belongs to me. You’re mine. Say yes.” Brock purred the words in the same voice he used every night, when he was holding Ash close…

“Nuh…nuh…”

“Say yes.”

Ash saw fire in Brock’s eyes.

Softly: “…y-yes…”

“You belong to me. You’re mine.”

“…y-yes…”

“You’re my slave. I’m your master.”

It was almost a breath. “…yuh…yes…”

“Slaves wear collars.”

“Buh…but…”

“You’re my slave. Slaves wear collars.”

Ash couldn’t think. The answers hammered themselves in his brain. A part of him screamed they were the wrong ones, and was completely ignored.

“…yes…”

“You want to wear my collar, don’t you?”

Ash could hear the pleading in Brock’s voice, even in his half-dazed state. Brock needed him to say yes…

He realized here was a choice.

He saw Dawn’s forgotten bag thrown carelessly on the other bed.

He looked at Brock’s face.

He shut his eyes.

“Yes.”

In the skin of a second the collar was around his neck. Ash heard the lock click shut, and whimpered when he saw Brock put a small key in his pocket.

“Good boy,” said Brock, smiling. “Get up.” He motioned to his shopping bag. “I can’t give you your other presents here, and I made arrangements where we could celebrate your collaring properly. Follow me, slave. Oh, and take the bag.”

Humming, he left the room. With one last longing glance at his slumbering Pikachu, and a sigh, Ash followed him, bag in hand.

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“What do you think of this one? Movie starlet!”

Dawn giggled. “That’s not really my style. Maybe you?”

“Oh, but you’d look great in this! And—ooooh, is that a belly dancer’s costume?!”

Dawn giggled again as May dropped the dress and ran over to her new object of desire. It was very hard to not laugh around May—everything seemed to enthuse her, and the enthusiasm rubbed off.

Dawn smiled and picked up the movie star dress. Well, why not? she thought. It’s just for fun.

She walked over to the fitting rooms and entered the only open room. A moment later, May knocked on the door, and Dawn let her in.

“So,” said May as she began to undress, “what’s travelling around with Ash and Brock like?”

Dawn blinked, and gave a sort of half-grin. “It’s…nice,” she said, and pulled off her top. “Ash knows a lot. He helped me catch my first Pokémon.”

“Haha, yeah, he’s good about that. You guys walk…” May giggled. “Did you used to have a bike? Just wondering.”

“I…um…yeah?”

May laughed hard as she pulled on the costume’s harem pants. “Ha! That’s the third, then! Oh, I’ll have to tell Misty, I bet anything he didn’t tell her that at all.”

“Tell what?”

May giggled. “Yours is not the first bike he’s destroyed.”

Dawn blushed, and pulled up the dress. “It…well, to be fair, it wasn’t his fault…”

“Need help?”

“Yes, please.”

May zipped up the back of the dress, and pulled on her own top. “You look adorable, Dawn,” she said firmly. “I think I need something, though…”

“Didn’t that costume come with a hat?”

“Oh, yeah! Be right back.” May dashed out of the stall. Dawn giggled, and studied her reflection. She wasn’t sure she liked that the dress was strapless, and she didn’t think red was her color, but she didn’t mind the sequins and the smooth slinkiness of it was so different than her other dress that it was kind of attractive…

The girl in the other stall dressed and left, leaving Dawn alone to ponder her reflection.

Hmmm. Maybe if it was pink, or (naughty!) black—

“I’m baaa-aaack!”

Dawn pushed open the door, and laughed as May twirled. “I love it!” she cried. “I’m wearing this tomorrow! I bet it’ll make his eyes pop out! Oh, and I brought this for you!”

May held out another sparkly dress—but this one was black.

“I noticed you weren’t warming up to the red one,” she said, a twinkle in her eye. Dawn stared at it for a moment, then grinned.

“Just unzip me first, will you?”

May did so and waited while Dawn went back into the dressing room to change.

“Dawn?”

“Yes?” Dawn sighed as she pulled the dress up. She’d have to figure out how to zip herself up…right, if you bend this way and move your arm that way and wiggle a bit, then you can actually move the zipper, and just thank God you’re flexible…

“Dawn, please be serious with me. I lo—I care for him too. Is he…what’s…what’s wrong?”

Dawn finished zipping up, opened the door, and peeked out. May had sat down on a chair, her elbows resting on her thighs, her face covered by her hands.

“Because…” It was soft, and muffled. “Because my Ash…wasn’t afraid of anything. But he was today...” She looked up, and met Dawn’s eyes. “And you know why.”

Dawn froze. Then, softly, in a faraway voice: “You don’t get Sinnoh news in Johto, do you?”

“N-no. Why?”

“Ash…something bad happened, a month and a half ago. Really…r-really…” Dawn’s eyes filled with tears. “It’s my fault!” she wailed, collapsing into the chair next to May. “If—if only I hadn’t froze, if I’d told Piplup, he, he wouldn’t—why was I so stupid! It’s my fault, and he won’t stop hurting!”

“C-calm down,” May said, nonplussed. She put a comforting arm around the girl’s shoulders, and waved away a salesgirl who had run to see what the noise was about. “Just tell me everything. I promise, I won’t tell anyone. Just…” She took a deep breath. “Just tell me what’s wrong.”

So Dawn did.

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Ash followed Brock in a vague daze. Twisting and turning through the unfamiliar city, lost before he’d even left the hotel, with only his morose thoughts and Brock’s shadow for company…

You should have said no. You should have said anything. Anything but yes. Now his collar’s around your neck—

—No, it’s not like that—

—You know what that means, it’ll remind you of every second of every day—

—No, please, this isn’t how it is—

—He’s locked it, he’s taken the key. You’re his. You’re a slave…

No…

You’ll never be free.

Ash touched the collar, and shuddered. Brock’s voice echoed in his mind. This is to show the bond between master and slave…

I…I’ll never get away…

“Pay attention, slave. We’re here.”

Ash blinked and looked around. The two were standing on a near-deserted street in front of a plain gray door, but from the inside music pumped loudly.

Brock pulled a black leather leash from the shopping bag Ash carried, and clipped it to the silver circle on his collar. “In,” he said, and pushed open the door, pulling Ash behind him.

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Pippy’s note: self-talk, or how one thinks of oneself, is one of the most influential ways someone can affect their self esteem and psyche. Often people repeat these things in their head without realizing it—‘I’m beautiful’, ‘I’m fat’, ‘I’m smart’, ‘I’m dumber than a dumb thing.’ However, if one constantly repeats negative things, or hears them repeated by someone important, it can become imprinted in the mind until the mind starts to believe it. It might even become something that’s not even believed as engrained, and the person will wonder why anyone questions why it’s right…

Next chapter: Ash and Brock walk through the door, and meet a surprising person inside! Meanwhile, Dawn meets with Terrier and May’s suspicions start to grow! Tune in next time, which will be soon!

Also, wanted to say a quick thanks to the reviewers out there. Like I said, y'all remind me I wrote a story. Without you guys this would never have gotten this far. (On your heads be it!)
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