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A Very Indigo Christmas	By : lyarrah Category: Pokemon > General Views: 2066 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Green
- 2-Dawn and Blake
- 3-Brendan
- 4-Cheren
- 5-Lyra
- 6-Wally
- 7-Yellow
- 8-Silver
- 9-Ethan
- 10-Barry
- 3
- 4
- 5
CHEREN

Wrex

Though he
had been to many Christmas parties in the past, none of them had been
quite as big as the one he was attending tonight. It was in the
lavish mansion of the former champion of the Johto league, Lance.
Everyone from his roommates to gym leaders, to even a couple of elite
4 members was attending. The guests were engaged in a wide variety of
activities, everything from Eating to dancing, even karaoke (Which
Ethan was currently doing a horrible job at). Even Lance himself was
getting drunk. The former champ was sitting by the bar, letting out
loud burst of laughter, and consequentially getting smacked upside
the head by his cousin, Clair, who was sitting right next to him.
Cheren paid particular attention to the dance floor, where two
promiscuously dressed gym leaders from Unova, Kamitsure and Fuuro,
were…well for the most part grinding against each other.

He
adjusted his glasses as a smirk spread in the corner of his mouth.
“The levels of alcohol in the eggnog must have lowered their
inhibitions” he muttered to himself.

He set his
gaze to the other side of the room and inspected the couches and
chairs set near the wide screen TV. A blond haired gym leader from
the Sinnoh region, Volkner as he remembered, was laying down with a
petite brunette female gym leader in his arms. “Is
that…jasmine?” Lyra had told him about her once, an
adorable gym leader from the Johto region that specialized in steel
type pokemon. Both of them were resting, eyes closed and smiles on
both of their faces. His smirk turned into a grin, even Cheren
couldn’t resist the sheer cuteness of that scene.

He flipped
his pokegear out of his back pocket, pressed the camera button, and
took a snapshot of the scene. “Lyra’s gonna love this. I
suppose the magnetic relationship between steel and electricity is
applicable to romance as well.”

“That’s
a pretty keen observation there kid, never though of it that way!”

Cheren
practically jumped and took a quick glance over his shoulder, “Flint
of the Elite Four!? Wait you…you know them?” he asked.

“Of
course I do. The blond one with the spiky hair has been my best but
for….man how many years has it been? And the Brunette with
those pigtails in her hair that kinda look like wings….well
she’s his girl friend.”

“Really?
Aren’t Johto and Sinnoh really far away from each other?”

“Oh
they find a way to make it work, dude practically built a vehicle for
long distance travels an-”

Flint’s
eyes immediately locked on a young lady walking by. She had red hair
similar to his, and an outfit that did a fine job at exposing her
midriff.

“Hold
that thought kid, I got some business to take care of.”

Within a
split second he darted over towards the woman.

“Wehehehelll
Flannery, isn’t this a pleasant surprise.”

The boy
adjusted his glasses again,

“Heheh…even
elite 4 member’s aren’t resistant to the charm of the
female figure”

Cheren
resumed attention to the party. He might’ve heard a chuckle
followed by a slap, but that wasn’t his concern now. For now
all he was concerned with was taking a sip from his soda, scooping
out the sights, and playing it cool.

Just then
he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Guess
whooooooo~”

He spun
around, and saw a fairly tall, beautiful woman with long purple hair.
She was wearing a modest black dress, though it seemed ruffled, the
left strap almost slipping of her shoulder. One thing that stood out
the most was the large red blush across her face and her half lidded
eyes.

“Makomo!?
Wha- Who-”

“I
got an invite along with Araragi,” she chirped.

He could
smell the liquor on her breath.

“…You’re
drunk, aren’t you.”

“Wha….
me?”

“Don’t
even try to hide it.”

She
cackled.

“You’re
under-estima, misinter- er…you got that all wrong shorty, I’m
not that much of a light weight!”

He sighed.

“Well
I suppose it’s to be expected at an event such as this…You
can almost smell the booze-”

“Hold
that though cutie, I have something planned for ya.”

She
grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him to the hallway. After
finally fin She stopped right under a doorway with mistle toe hung
over it.

“Makomo!?
What the hell is this all about?”

“A
present,” she sighed, trailing her fingers across his chest
with her left hand and cupping his check with her right, “You
look really…REALLY cute tonight…. cute enough to
taste.”

This was
so unlike her. Normally she was a shy, polite girl, always invested
in her studies and assisting her mentor (and possible love interest
he hypothesised), Professor Araragi. They had met a couple of times,
shortly after Cheren became a pokemon trainer. He was even one of
first trainers to test out her “Dream link” system that
broadcasted the dreams of sleeping pokemon.

But here
she was, coming on to him, staring into his eyes with the intensity
of a predator observing its prey.

She licked
her lips and swooped in on her target.

Makomo
traced his lips and teeth with her tongue before letting out a raspy
moan. Cheren, startled by the sudden noise, accidentally gave
entrance to Makomo’s tongue, as she eagerly explored every inch
of the boy’s mouth, breathing heavily and letting out gasps and
pants of lust.

A strange
mix of emotions was bubbling inside of the boy’s mind.

On one
hand, here was one of the hottest girls he had ever met, kissing him.
Her tongue intertwining with his, inching her hand down to his crotch
and slowly rubbing until the tent in his jeans became almost
painfully evident. Quickly undoing the buttons and zippers until his
member, only covered by the thin layer of his boxers, was exposed.

Yet,
something about this didn’t feel right.

Her
actions seemed to be fuelled by pure lust, forceful and harsh. There
was no tenderness, no love. Just the sloppy movements of a girl drunk
off her ass.

He pushed
and broke away from the kiss, his erection still embarrassingly
exposed.

“Makomo,
what the fuck is this!? Someone could walk in at any moment.”

She
grabbed his collar, “Look you little welp, I need this,…I
need to forget about all the stress n’ shit I’ve had to
put up with all year. I need release….”

She cupped
his stiff tent palm of her free hand, softly rubbing up and down,
making him groan in response.

“And
you’re just the right outlet that I need.”

All he
could do was grunt in response “Hnnng…ugh…Araragi”

“Huh?”

“Araragi…d’don’t
you two have a thing with each other.”

She
chuckled while she quickened the pace of her hand.

“So
you picked up on that huh kid? Well lets just say I have…needs
she can’t provide. Variety is the spice of life after all”

“We’re
practically right in the open! What if someone walks in?”

“That
thrill just adds to the experience kid.”

She lifted
the glasses off of his face and resumed kissing, almost biting his
lip this time, all while speeding up her hand. She griped at the
shaft through his boxers and started to pump her fist up and down his
length.

Despite
the haze of both pleasure and fear coursing though his mind, Cheren
was able to collect himself, and broke free of makomo’s lips
and grasp. He backed near the wall slowly and waited a few seconds to
catch his breath

“Stop
this…..”

“What?”

“Stop
this!” he shouted.

She stared
at him, bewildered “What….what the fuck? A kid your age
would be dying to be in your shoes right now”

“It’s
just that….” Cheren stammered.

The
frustration on her face was becoming apparent, a glint of anger in
her eyes.

“What…you’re
saying that I’m not good enough for your first time?”

He froze
up. Anything he would say now would just drag him in deeper.

She inched
closer, reaching out to grab him again, “Trust me, you won’t
regret it”

He closed
his eyes, mentally bracing himself for what was going to transpire
when he hear the clunking of footsteps coming from the near by
hallway.

“That’s
enough!” said a familiar voice

“It’s
obvious that he’s not enjoying this!…So please…stop”

When he
opened his eyes he was met with the site of a big white hat and two
pigtails.

She stood
with arms outstretched, shielding Cheren from Makomo

“L…Lyra?”
the boy gasped

She looked
back at him and gave him a brief smile before turning around.

“What
the hell do you think you’re doing to him?” She asked
furiously

Makomo
just folded her arms and smirked.

“And
just who do you think you are, little brat? Interrupting an adults
fun like that”

“Aren’t
you a little too old for him?” Lyra asked

“He
looks mature for his age ….right Cheren?”

“Ugh”
he groaned.

“Look
brat, just get out of the way and I’ll forget all of this.”

“No”
she said in the fiercest tone she could muster, which was admittedly
not that intimidating.

The girls
continued to argue back and forth, Lyra trying her best to remain
calm and appeal to Makomo’s logical senses. But then again…she
was drunk and very VERY horny. There wasn’t much Lyra could say
that could convince her that this was a bad idea.

From
Cheren’s side, he was confused. Grateful that Lyra was sticking
up for him…but somewhat frustrated at certain…needs
that weren’t being tended too.

“I
think you should leave” Lyra finally blurted.

“Who
the hell do you think you are kid?”

Makomo
reached out and grabbed Lyra by the collar.

“I’m
gonna teach you some manners you little cu-“

“Now
that won’t be necessary” came a mature sounding voice
from behind all of them.

Makomo
froze on the spot, her face practically turning white as she slowly
turned her head…. meeting the gaze of her superior.

On the
outside Araragi seemed calm, her eyes closed with a smile on her
face….

Makomo
knew what this meant…she was royally fucked.

“Makomo
dear…tell me. What exactly were your plans Cheren tonight?”

She
gulped, a lump forming in her throat. She tried to respond, tried to
formulate an excuse, but the words eluded her.

“I..II
wwas j-just...”

Araragi
opened her eyes, the deep green piercing right into Makomo’s
soul, sending a chill through her very being.

Before
Makomo could react, Araragi grabbed her by the ear.

“Well
I suppose we’ll have to retire for the evening, Makomo and I
have a lot of …..discussing to do, right dear?”

“….uh
huh” Makomo sobbed.

Araragi
walked off, dragging Makomo along by the ear.

“You
can be sure that I’m going to have to punish you for this…when
we get home that is”

Makomo
yelped “wait…wait, you don’t mean?”

“Yes…that.”

“P-p-pleeeaaase
no!”

“Oh
come now dear, it only hurts the few seconds”

“Please…I
don’t think my body can take it”

“Well
you’ll just have to adapt,” Araragi said, as she smiled
again at her captor.

Makomo
whimpered as she was dragged out of the front door of the house. If
there was one thing for sure, she was going to get that release she
desired…. although not quite in the way she planned.

Cheren
slumped down until he was sitting against the wall, resting his
forehead on his knees.

“…What
just happened?” he mumbled.

“Here,
you dropped these” Lyra said, handing the boy his glasses.

“Thanks…”
he replied, reaching out, his hand slightly shaking.

Lyra
gripped his hand and brought in close to her cheek.

“You’ve
been through a lot tonight…why don’t we rest here a
while.”

She sat
down next to the boy and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him
close.

“Lyra…I...”

She put a
finger to his lips.

“Shhhhh.”

She leaned
in forward, the boys blush growing more intense with each inch that
vanished between them, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

Once
again, a torrent of thoughts were crossing though the boys mind,
almost wanting to pull away until he realized…This is exactly
what Makomo was missing, this tenderness, this warmth. This is what
he wanted all along.

They
stayed like that for a few moments, her lips resting on his forehead,
her embrace, gentle to the touch, a feeling of warmth coursing inside
of him, until he finally broke away

“wha…what
was that?”

“Look
above” She whispered.

The boy
did as he was told and looked up to find a small clover of mistletoe
hanging right from the ceiling above them.

They both
chuckled, a warm smile present on both of their faces

“Well…I’m
in no rush,” the boy finally said, “but maybe we should
find a couch or something to rest on.”

They both
got up and walked into the living room, hand in hand.

~epilogue~

Later that
night, the two youths were sitting on the couch right near the
karaoke stage, Lyra leaning next to Cheren and resting her head on
his shoulder. Both of them looked through the pictures Cheren took on
his pokegear.

“I
always knew Jasmine had a crush on some gym leader from a far off
region…I just didn’t know who” said Lyra.

Cheren
adjusted his glasses again

“Hmm…Yeah…Volkner
doesn’t strike me as the type that would go for the shy ones”

“Well
jasmine can be a pretty determined girl, I know this first hand from
the time I battled her. I’m sure if she puts her mind to it,
even she can melt that outer shell of his”

“Oh
is she now?…Very interesting”

Just then
the lights dimmed and techno beats boomed from the speakers as
Kamitsure walked on stage and grabbed the mic.

“I
wanna catch em like they do in Kanto please”~

“Train
em, fight em , raise em, and they’ll always follow me, they
love it”~

“TM’s,
items, potions alter battles as they’re used”~

“But
when they challenge me they almost always loose”~

Ohh oh oh

“I’ll
get him shocked, with my Emonga”

“I’ll
get gim shocked, with my Emonga”

CAN’T
BEAT MY, CAN’T BEAT MY, NO HE CAN’T BEAT MY POKEMON

(He ain’t
gonna get no badges)

CAN’T
BEAT MY, CAN’T BEAT MY, NO HE CAN’T BEAT MY POKEMON

(He ain’t
gonna get no badges)

“Man
that lady sure can sing…Didn’t she start out in your
home region Cheren?.”

“Well
she did…but it’s amazing how mainstream she’s
gotten”

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