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Diaries of Trainer Seth	By : Kerrigor Category: Pokemon > General Views: 10738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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With Wally's departure, there was nothing else keeping Seth in town, so he gathered his belongings and prepared to head west. Looking at the map revealed that the distance between the cities of Petalburg and Rustboro was another thirty miles as the Murkrow flew. Unlike the route between the towns of Littleroot and Odale, this route wasn't a straight shot, as it required walking along the coast and heading north through the Petalburg Woods.
Seth reasoned that he wouldn't always be able to find hotels to stay in before night fell, so he made the decision to purchase a small tent that would be large enough for both him and Kyra. When collapsed, the tent fit inside a cylindrical shaped bag that he could sling over his shoulder. In total, the tent and bag weighed about six pounds, which was easily manageable for someone with Seth's body type.
With a tent now in his possession, Seth set out to the west, assured that he could now refrain from rushing hotel to hotel, and truly take his time. He didn't get very far before he reached the Petalburg beach, where he made his first stop of the day.
"Would you look at that?" Seth breathed, stepping to the top of a rocky ridge. From here, he could see the vast blue ocean stretching out to the horizon, the view broken only by the looming forms of islands in the distance. Seth looked over to his shoulder, where Kyra currently sat. "So, shall we spend some time at the beach?"
Kyra responded with a happy chirp, which was all Seth needed to hear. With an anticipatory laugh, he leapt down from the ridge onto the loose ground below, from which sparse patches of grass grew haphazardly. He broke into a jog, the ground growing looser as he approached the beach proper.
The beach was alive with Pokémon and people, both tourists and residents of Petalburg. Multicolored umbrellas dotted the sandy beach every which way Seth looked, and the people could be seen stretched out beneath them or playing in the surf. Occasionally, Seth could see two trainers engaged in a battle on the shore. The sound of laughter, Pokémon cries, and crashing waves filled the air, providing a calming influence to Seth as he took a walk along the shore.
Near the lifeguard stand, Seth noticed a board containing a list of rules for the beach. According to what he read, the beach was split into two sections depending on age. Families with children below the legal age of consent were recommended to stay in the primary beach where Seth currently stood, where swimwear was required at all times.
Conversely, the second beach was clothing optional and only had a few rules concerning safety. Seth noted with some interest that the rules explicitly requested that all 'intercourse' remain in this area. Seth turned slightly pink as he unwillingly imagined what might happen in that secondary beach.
"I think we'll stick with the families for now. It would be too embarrassing to see people I don't know having sex," Seth decided. Kyra agreed with a soft hum, her arms clinging to him possessively. With that decided, Seth removed his shirt and joined the throng of people enjoying the midday warmth.
Despite himself, Seth couldn't help but notice the large amount of eye candy the beach had to offer. Girls dressed in two piece swimsuits lay on their towels or ran through the surf, their skin glittering with moisture. More than once Seth caught himself watching as a particularly attractive girl ran across his path, her breasts bouncing and her swimsuit clinging to the crease of her butt. He realized what he was doing and shook his head.
"You and May have turned me into a pervert," Seth commented to Kyra under his breath. Kyra's only response was to blow a quiet raspberry in his ear, causing him to laugh despite himself. "You little deviant, you."
Seth came across a small boardwalk consisting of a wharf, a boathouse, and multiple stalls from which refreshments could be purchased. In addition, there was one small house connected to the boathouse. After climbing the stairs onto the boardwalk, Seth walked along the wharf, noticing everything from skiffs to yachts moored to the docks. He watched as a group of young men laughed amongst themselves and climbed aboard their boat, no doubt preparing for a day out on the waves.
He paused when he heard the sound of cheering coming from ahead. Curious, Seth peered towards the end of one of the docks, where a group of three people were gathered. All of them wore a set of loose, uniquely-made black clothes adorned with unfamiliar symbols, suggesting they all came from the same place. One of them, a slender young man with untidy black hair, was holding a fishing pole in one hand, from which an impressively large Magikarp dangled. One of the man's friends was patting the fisherman on the back and congratulating him on his catch.
"Unfortunately, no matter the size, Magikarp such as this prove to be a most unsatisfactory meal," the last of the men reported in a rather stiff tone, adjusting his glasses. "Nevertheless, a fine catch, Connie."
Seth had to agree. That was a very large fish; three feet was over half his height. He couldn't imagine the amount of effort it must have taken to pull that fish out of the water. It seemed this Connie was a talented fisher.
"I wasn't fishing for something to eat, Gin," the fisherman commented with a wry smile. He turned back towards the dock, lowering the fish back towards the water. "Just having a bit of fun."
"Wait, hold on! Don't put it back yet," another man, this one blonde and wearing a loose t-shirt, objected. He produced an expensive looking camera. "Let me get a shot of this one! I swear this one's record size!"
Gin shook his head slowly. "Tom, the largest recorded Magikarp is roughly three foot six. This one, while impressive, is but three feet at most."
"Who cares? Don't kill the moment, Gin. Connie, come on, hold it up!" Tom insisted, pointing the camera towards him persistently.
"Alright, I'm doing it," Connie relented. He put on a proud expression and lifted up the fish just long enough for Tom to snap a picture. "Is that good? Can I put the poor thing back now?"
"Yeah! Love the lighting on this one!" Tom expressed happily. Connie shook his head, and then he gingerly removed the hook from the Magikarp's mouth and released the fish back into the sea, where it slipped back beneath the waves and disappeared. "See if you can't catch something rarer!"
"Exactly what I was thinking," Connie agreed. "There has to be something more than Magikarp in this area."
Seth smiled at their enthusiasm. He wondered if he should try his hand at fishing as well, as it was an activity he'd seen plenty of times at his previous home in Olivine. HE quickly dismissed that thought. He didn't know how, and he wasn't about to intrude on the three of them.
Kyra let out a cry of alarm moments before a heavy hand fell on Seth's shoulders, causing him to jump. Seth turned his head to see a tall, burly man with scruffy black hair smiling down at him. He wore a similar style of clothing to the three at the dock, and held a box of tackle in his free hand.
"You gonna go come introduce yourself, or you just gonna keep staring like a lost Poochyena?" the larger man quipped good-naturedly. Seth froze, unsure how to respond to the man.
"That's…I wasn't…I mean…" Seth stammered, embarrassed that he'd been caught observing. He didn't think it would be a problem if he'd only looked for a brief moment.
The burly man laughed at Seth's reaction. "It's fine; the only things that bite around here are the fish." He gave Seth a light shove towards the other three, the latter stumbling in an attempt to keep his balance. The man was as strong as he looked. "Hey, Connie. I'm back with the tackle you wanted."
Connie paused just before slinging out his line again and turned back to view the new arrival. He nodded appreciatively at the man's words, and then he noticed Seth. "Seems like you came back with more than just tackle. Who's your friend, Douglas?"
Kyra seemed to have relaxed, suggesting to Seth that she didn't think he was in any danger. Seeing that, Seth pulled himself together and did his best to be polite. "H-Hey. I'm Seth; I was just passing by and saw your catch. That was the largest Magikarp I've ever seen," Seth addressed Connie before Douglas could speak for him.
"Right?! That's what I said!" Tom agreed wholeheartedly. He stepped forward and grabbed Seth's hand, shaking it vigorously. "I'm Tom! Great to meet you, Seth!"
"It wasn't anything special," Connie modestly replied, though he did adopt a small smile at the compliment. "My name is Connie, by the way. That lummox behind you is Douglas, and this is Gin."
Upon being introduced, Douglas simply grins and returns a quip to Connie, while Gin simply gives a terse nod. Seth put on a polite smile and exchanged pleasantries with the group of people. Connie then notes the presence of Kyra on Seth's shoulders.
"I'm curious. It seems like psychic types are more your style, but…on the off chance, are you interested in fishing, Seth?" Connie asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.
"Well, to be honest, this is my first and only Pokémon," Seth admitted in response to Connie's first statement. "As for fishing…well, I've never had a chance to learn, but it looks fun."
"'It looks fun.' Here we go," Douglas.
"Indeed," Gin agrees, the stiff man taking out a pocket-sized cookbook and flipping through it. "Perhaps we'd best get comfortable."
"Knock it off, you two," Connie snaps at them, but judging from Douglas's booming laugh and Tom's snickers, Seth assumed they were just bantering with one another. Seth wondered how long these four had known one another. Connie turned his gaze back to Seth, beckoning to him. "Well, if you have the time, I could show you how."
"Well, I'm in no hurry, but you're sure that's okay?" Seth replied hesitantly.
"Yeah, of course. It's…nice to meet someone with an interest in my hobby," Connie assured him with a light shrug. "Come up here with me on the pier, and I'll teach you how to cast the line."
"I suppose we do have time until our boat arrives," Gin recalls. He adopts the tiniest of smiles. "Douglas, perhaps we'd best leave them to it."
"Not a bad idea. I know a great place nearby that sells the tastiest cup noodles," Douglas exults, and then the two of them start to leave the pier. "Coming, Tom?"
"No thanks! I'm getting shots of this! Connie getting to teach someone? Totally photogenic!" Tom answers, his camera already up and pointed at Connie and Seth. "Bring me back a cup, would you?"
"Just make sure to turn the flash off," Connie remarked wryly to Tom. He then turned back to Seth, who had been standing there awkwardly. He passed the fishing rod to Seth, who grasped it with his right hand. "Let me show you how to hold it. Are you right handed?"
Seth nodded. Connie then physically adjusted Seth's grip on the rod, his hands soft and warm. "There. It's simpler than it seems. I'm going to move your body through the motions, if that's alright," Connie stated. When Seth gave his permission, Connie stepped behind him and used his hands to guide Seth into the right posture.
Seth at first found it difficult to focus, with Connie standing so close to him. The tips of Connie's hair brushing against his shoulders, and he could feel his breath tickling against his neck. "Relax. If there's tension in your arms, you're more likely to mess up," Connie assured him. "Now, from here, all you need to do is lift the rod and let it flex."
With Connie's help, Seth managed to cast the line into the water after a few tries. "There we go! Now just sit down, and we'll wait and see what you get," Connie instructed him. Seth did as he was told, and soon the two of them sat at the edge of the pier, their legs dangling just above the sparkling water. "Make sure to bob the line a bit to entice the fish. It can take a while, so just be patient."
For a time there was silence, interrupted only by the breaking waves and the occasional clicking of Tom's camera. After a while, Connie made small talk with Seth, discussing their own experiences with fishing. Tom sometimes chimed in as well, mostly to confirm or elaborate on Connie's stories.
"I kid you not, Connie sat on that rock wrestling with the illustrious 'Devil of the Sea' for three straight hours!" Tom exclaimed, enunciating his story with wild waves of his arms. "I'd have just given up, but not Connie! He never backs down from a challenge!"
"Not when it comes to fishing at least," Connie responded, looking a little sheepish at Tom's gushing praise. "Mostly it was to shut Douglas up. He insisted that I couldn't do it."
"Heh. You four have been friends for a while, I'm guessing?" Seth asked curiously. When he nodded, Seth sighed. "I'm envious. I left my only friend back in…eeh?"
In the middle of Seth's statement, the rod jerked violently in his hand, and the line went taut with such force that he was forced upright. Seth cried out and nearly fell off the pier, but Connie managed to wrap both his arms around Seth's chest just in time to keep him from going over. Connie nearly unbalanced as well, so Tom moved in to help.
"What kind of fish is this!?" Connie exclaimed as the three of them struggled to counteract the intense pull from the line. Eventually, Seth managed to hold his ground, but he felt as though the end of the line was attached to the bumper of a car. Seth thought he should reel in, but Connie stopped him. "Don't reel in! You'll break the line!"
"Then how do I pull the fish in?" Seth demanded. His voice was raised from exertion and stress as he struggled to keep from falling into the ocean. His arms ached with the effort, his shoes scraping against the wooden dock roughly.
"Just hold on, and keep the line from going slack!" Connie directed him. "Feel the direction of the fish, and turn your rod in the same direction. If the line breaks, it's over. Forgive me, but I really want to see what this monster is!"
"You're not the only one. I'm getting this on film!" Tom exclaimed, his finger already pressed against the shutter.
Connie and Seth worked together to battle the unknown fish, their hands both clenched around the handle of the rod. It took all of their collective strength to fight the pull, making Seth more and more curious what kind of beast lay at the other end of the line.
"Huh? What's all this about?" Douglas and Gin returned in the middle of their battle. Douglas grinned when he saw the two of them struggling. "Looks like you're having fun. What, did you snag a Whiscash or something?"
"That would be interesting. I've yet to experiment with a fish of that variety," Gin commented, flipping through his cookbook once more. Yet, upon noticing just how little progress the two were making, Gin started to take an interest. "Hm. You seem to be having a tough time."
"Try pulling harder," Douglas unhelpfully suggested, causing both Connie and Seth to scoff. "Just try doing the opposite of what you're doing right now."
"Do you want to try pulling this thing in!?" Connie retorted, a sentiment that Seth could only agree with. "Sheesh, talk about backseat fishing."
Seth's arms burned from the constant exertion. It was only because of Connie's presence that he didn't let go and give his muscles some relief. Their efforts slowly began to pay off, as the fish's struggles gradually grew weaker.
"Seth, when we pull this thing to the surface, catch it!" Connie commanded. "You've got Poké Balls on you, right?"
"Yeah but…why would I catch it? Why not…ghh….sling it out of the water like you did before?" Seth questioned, not liking the idea of catching some random fish.
"I would usually, but…you're feeling this, right? Must be one hell of a fish to push us to this point. Might be worth training," Connie grunted.
"Then why don't you catch it?" Seth protested.
"Because it's your first fish! Besides, I think I have enough fish Pokémon," Connie returned. Just then, there was a noticeable drop in the amount of force exerted on the rod. Connie immediately started to reel. "Get ready, Seth!"
Seth cursed beneath his breath and reluctantly retrieved an empty Poké Ball from his bag. He believed that Kyra was all he needed, so he wasn't keen on the idea of owning some fish, even if it was strong. Nevertheless, when the mottled shape of a large fish loomed just below the surface, Seth drew back his arm and hurled the ball with all of his strength.
The ball hit its mark and captured the fish with a bright flash. Even as the fish struggled inside the ball, it fell back down towards the water. It would have been lost if Connie hadn't appeared in the water in a burst of speed so fast that Seth couldn't follow it with his eyes. Connie dipped below the water's surface for a brief moment, and then he emerged with a broad grin on his face, the Poké Ball clenched in his fist.
"That's it! Got it!" Connie exclaimed. Douglas and Tom cheered and congratulated the two of them as their friend climbed back onto the pier, his clothes soaked and dripping. He passed the ball back to Seth, who took it quietly, still wishing that he'd have just let the fish go. "Nice throw, Seth! Now let it out so we can see what all that effort was for."
Seth suppressed a sigh. He resigned himself to the fact that he now had a fish Pokémon, whether he liked it or not. That aside, he didn't want to disappoint the three hopeful faces gazing at him expectantly, so he released the fish onto the dock.
A large fish of about two feet emerged from the ball and floated gently in the air just above the surface of the dock. Tom whistled and snapped a picture, but Douglas seemed less than impressed.
"A Feebas!? All of that for just a Feebas?! Talk about a disappointment," Douglas grumbled. "Release that thing back into the water, Seth. Feebas are stupid and weak; nobody worth their salt trains one of these."
"You don't have to tell me twice," Seth grunted. However, Connie stopped him.
"Hold on a second. Does this look like an ordinary Feebas to you?" Connie pointed out. Seth turned to look at the fish, and even he was somewhat awed at what he was looking at.
The fish was a smooth oval shape, and it possessed light brown scales so fine that Seth found it hard to even see them. Its body shimmered with a gentle rainbow of colors that seemed to constantly shift in location and intensity. Its pectoral, tail, and dorsal fins were a vibrant cerulean. Its pinprick ruby eyes were set deep into either side of its head, and its lips were a thin, gentle pink.
"It's…rather pretty," Seth had to admit.
"A pretty Feebas is as contradictory as you can get. That's just common knowledge," Douglas pointed out with his arms crossed. Yet even he was gazing at the fish with interest. "So…what makes this one so different?"
"Perhaps we should ask Connie. He is the local expert on marine life, if you recall," Gin suggested. He adjusted his glasses and turned to the aforementioned fisherman. "Connie?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. Feebas usually have brown spots, and I've never seen one with this kind of coloration. Not to mention, it's a lot stronger than any Feebas I've ever caught before."" Connie admits with a shrug. He steps closer to the fish, inspecting it closely. He then looks at Seth. "Well, she's yours now. I wish I could claim her myself, but you are the one who snagged her, even if I helped."
Seth realized that Connie must have identified the gender of the fish. That made things easier for him. He retrieved his Pokédex and scanned the Feebas, discovering that Douglas and Connie were correct. Feebas were described as being weak, stupid, and ugly…the complete opposite of the fish that hovered before him. However, there was still one thing that bothered him.
"I wouldn't have caught her without you though. Also, how did you get to the ball that fast? One moment you were holding the rod with me, and the next you were in the water," Seth questioned. Connie suddenly appeared uncomfortable, and all of his friends turned to look at him with pointed stares.
"What can I say? I was pumped up with adrenaline, and I wasn't about to lose that fish," Connie supplied rather unconvincingly, the man laughing nervously. Seth guessed that he was hiding something, but he dismissed it; whatever it was, it wasn't his business. "Anyway, try training this Feebas. It might be worth your time. For all we know, she could evolve into something strong."
"That would be the day. Pretty or not, a Feebas is still a Feebas," Douglas remarks rudely. Surprisingly, the fish seemed to show some intelligence, as one eye turned to Douglas in response to his insulting words. "Seth, please put that thing back in the ball. It's looking at me."
The Feebas turned her body slowly towards Seth until she could look at him with one soulful eye. She seemed to recognize that Seth was her owner now, and as such she didn't resist when Seth recalled her to her ball.
"Alright! Not bad for your first catch! I wish I could have taught you to reel it in on your own, but that fish was way more than a beginner could handle," Connie commented. "I'm glad you showed up. That was a lot of fun."
"Me too. Not sure if that fish will amount to anything, but it was a little fun getting it up here," Seth admitted. He was telling the truth; despite the unwanted presence in his team, Seth had experienced something new and interesting, and that made it worth it. However…Seth's stomach growled a bit, reminding him that it was now close to lunch time. "I think I better go and get something to eat."
"No need. I got you covered," Douglas revealed, holding up a white plastic bag. He grabbed something from within and hurled it at Seth. "Think fast."
The object hit Seth in the chest before he realized what was happening, but he was able to clasp his hands around it just in time to keep it from falling. He looked down to see a warm cup full of noodles. Just like him, Douglas passed similar cups to Connie, Gin, and Tom, keeping one for himself.
"You got one for me too? Thanks, but…you didn't need to do that," Seth said gratefully. "I could have paid for myself."
"Ah, don't start with that," Douglas said back without missing a beat. "Just eat your cup noodles, kid."
"What's this? Douglas knows how to be nice?" Connie quipped while he toweled himself off with a towel he received from Gin. "Tom, get a picture before he starts looking grumpy again."
"Yeah sure. Do that, and next time I'll make sure there's beans in your noodles," Douglas returned. Seth had to suppress a laugh at the look of utter disgust that crossed Connie's face. "Gin, any word on our ride?"
"About twenty minutes at the most. We'd best leave as soon as he arrives; we wouldn't want to keep Miss Yula waiting," Gin answered promptly. "If you've any last minute arrangements to make, now's the time."
"Are you all going somewhere?" Seth asked, having heard them mentioning the boat earlier. Connie paused at the question, flushing ever so slightly. Douglas wrapped an arm around Connie's shoulders in a brotherly manner, annoying the smaller man.
"Yeah, our Connie's getting married. We're off to attend the ceremony," Douglas explained, easily weathering Connie's attempts to wriggle free. "Can't exactly be late for your own wedding!"
"Knock it off!" Connie finally managed to duck beneath Douglas's arm and put some distance between them.
"Congratulations then, I guess?" Seth offered, smiling after watching their interaction.
"Yeah…it's not a big deal though," Connie played it off, despite the blush present on his face. Seth nodded and went to open his cup, deciding not to pry any further. They were still technically strangers to him.
Seth had just begun eating when Tom suddenly sidled up beside him. "Oh yeah! Before we go, Seth, do you have a PokéNav?" he questioned excitedly.
"I don't know what that is," Seth admitted.
"It's like, the newest advancement in mobile phone technology!" Tom explained. "If I wanted to send you the pictures I've taken, you'd need one. You should stop by Rustboro City and see if you can't pick one up!"
"That is where I'm headed next. We'll see what my money situation looks like by the time I get there," Seth answered. He glanced at his bag where his wallet was located. He had enough money to cover living expenses for quite some time, but he wasn't sure the latest technology could fit in his budget.
"Aw, okay. Tell you what, if you have a phone number, give me that, and you can call me when you get one," Tom suggests as an alternative. Seth saw no problem with that, so he pulled out his phone from his pocket. He realized with painful hindsight that if he had fallen in the water, his phone would have been ruined.
"Make it quick. I believe that's our ride," Gin alerts the group, indicating an approaching boat on the horizon. It seemed Seth's time with these four was up.
After exchanging numbers with Tom, Seth at last had to bid farewell to the four. Their ride, as it turned out, was a fancy yacht driven by a crotchety old man and his scantily clad daughter. Before long, the four were speeding away, leaving Seth back on his own once again, left with nothing but a fish by which to remember them.
"That was a rather entertaining diversion," Seth commented to Kyra, who had been quiet the duration of his fishing experience. "I'm sorry; I know we could have been halfway to Rustboro by now."
Kyra answered by churring softly in his ear and snuggling into the crook of his neck. Seth chuckled and reached up to stroke her hair. Eventually he had to address the problem that was bugging him.
"Also, we apparently have a Feebas now. I mean I guess it's pretty, but what am I supposed to do with a fish?" Seth commented, at a loss. He gazed at Feebas's Poké Ball with a pensive expression. Kyra of course had no answer to give him. "Of course I'll take care of it. For better or worse, it's mine now. I don't know how well it can battle, though."
Kyra couldn't answer, so Seth sighed and replaced the ball at his belt, realizing that he had to make the decision on how to handle the fish on his own. Setting aside those thoughts for later, he looked up at the sky and determined that he had around five hours before nightfall. He shrugged and began the long trek north, glad that he'd thought to buy a tent.
From the beach, it was only a few miles until Seth became able to see the forest ahead. While every trail he'd passed through so far had been swathed with trees, this forest was thick and dark enough to have earned its own official name: The Petalburg Woods.
So excited was he to explore the woods that he ran right into the path of another trainer, who immediately challenged him to a battle. The trainer only had a single Zigzagoon with him, which Kyra was more than capable of handling. Therefore, Seth decided to try using the Feebas he'd captured in battle.
"Hold on, Kyra. Time to see what this fish can do," Seth decided, holding the Ralts back before she could step forward to face the Zigzagoon. Kyra looked disappointed, but she seemed to understand his intentions. Seth hesitantly removed the Poké Ball from his belt and released the Feebas into the grassy area ahead of him.
"What is that abomination? A Feebas? Surely you can't be serious," the other trainer, a young man named Winston, commented upon seeing the pretty fish hovering in the air. "Exactly what do you think a worthless fish like that can do?"
"I don't actually know," Seth admitted, much to Winston's surprise. "That's what I'm trying to find out. Feebas, show me what you can do!"
Seth watched with baited breath as Winston's Zigzagoon rushed forward, zigzagging across the grass towards them. Just like he did with Kyra, Seth noted Zigzagoon's movements and alerted Feebas to its estimated attack direction.
Even though the Feebas acknowledged him with a slight wave of a fin, she did nothing to dodge the Zigzagoon at all, taking the attack directly on her left side. The Feebas listed to the right from the impact, and then proceeded to slap the Zigzagoon with her tail fin. It did about as damage as one would expect from such a flimsy appendage.
"You call that an attack? I'm telling you; use your Ralts. It's the only way you have a chance," Winston advised him. With a gesture, he commanded the Zigzagoon to press the attack. Just like before, the Feebas didn't attempt to dodge any of the attacks. The Zigzagoon attacked from multiple directions, zipping back and forth and raking its claws down the fish's scaly side each time. "Don't feel bad. You just didn't know how utterly worthless that fish is."
Seth sighed and rubbed his forehead at what he was seeing. The fact that Feebas didn't seem to be showing any signs of injury apart from minor scratches was notably impressive, but her counterattacks were laughably weak.
Then, the Zigzagoon launched another assault. This time, the Feebas turned and slammed her whole body against the Zigzagoon directly opposite to its momentum, causing both Seth and Winston to do a double take.
The result was akin to leaping headfirst into a brick wall. The Zigzagoon yelped and hurtled back towards Winston, its body colliding roughly with the ground and rolling several times before it righted itself.
"Did that…really just happen?" Winston emitted as the dust settled, matching Seth's thoughts exactly. It was almost as though the Feebas had been deliberately taking those attacks in order to analyze Zigzagoon's attack pattern for itself. "Right…Zigzagoon, don't underestimate it again. Look before you attack, and don't let it counter you like that."
"Alright, that's enough, Feebas. Good job," Seth decided, retrieving the Poké Ball once more. He was impressed, but from here it was clear that Winston would adapt. He recalled the fish to her ball and allowed Kyra to take the field. "You know what to do, Kyra."
Winston smirked as he noticed the change of Pokémon. "Finally taking out the Ralts, huh? Good, bring your best, and I'll take you down one by…"
Kyra's eyes narrowed, and a small smile played across her lips.
Seth bounced the small bundle of cash up and down in one hand, pleased at his relatively easy victory. Kyra too was in high spirits, the Ralts trilling softly on his shoulder. Just like May had said, dealing with the average trainer was rather easy for him. He found that they all seemed to rely on a single trick, and couldn't adapt when he inevitably figured it out.
"That Feebas is rather tough," Seth admitted to Kyra as he approached the entrance to the woods. Kyra gave Seth an askance look, suggesting that she didn't agree. Seth amended his statement. "At least it can take a hit. Though I think that against anything larger than a Zigzagoon, that trick it pulled won't work."
Kyra nodded, seeming to find that more reasonable. "Still, it was cool at the time. In the end, I probably won't use it in battle, but I wouldn't call it worthless," Seth reasoned. He turned his gaze forward to look at the shaded entrance to the Petalburg woods. Recognizing that it would be difficult to tell his direction once inside, he withdrew a small compass. "That aside, let's see what there is to see in the woods."
With that, Seth adjusted his bags and stepped into the woods, a smile lighting up his face. The temperature noticeably dropped as shadows engulfed him, causing him to shudder involuntarily. It was significantly darker beneath the canopy; only trickles of sunlight made it down through the thick leaves and branches to light up the underbrush.
It wasn't long before he started to see the signs of Pokémon. He recognized the Wurmples crawling through the underbrush, but there were still others that he'd never seen before. He noticed with interest that multiple silky cocoons hung from the tree branches. He watched with awe as one of them cracked open to reveal a gorgeous Pokémon with delicate gossamer wings. According to his Pokédex, it was a Beautifly.
Seth couldn't help feeling giddy as he scanned every new Pokémon he saw. This was for what he lived; exploring remote areas and making new discoveries. It didn't matter that they were common knowledge to the inhabitants of this region; they were new to him, and that was enough to make the experience wondrous.
He noticed a small gray insect scuttling towards a tiny hole in the ground beneath the roots of a tree. He managed to scan it just in time, discovering that it was a Nincada, a unique Pokémon that rarely emerged above ground. On his shoulder, Kyra was beside herself with joy as she felt the constant flow of happiness emanating from him.
Seth wasn't alone, of course. There were trainers scattered throughout the forest, but the few that challenged him weren't a match for Kyra, as they used primarily bug types. However, he soon encountered someone who clearly wasn't a trainer.
"Is that…? No, that's another Wurmple." Seth spotted a man who looked to be in his late thirties squatting down by the end of the path, peering into the brush. His hair was cut short and groomed, and a set of glasses rested on his nose. He was dressed in business casual attire, consisting of khaki pants and an ironed dress shirt. Lastly, a clipboard was clutched in one hand.
"Are you looking for something?" Seth addressed him. The man was in his path, so he felt as though he should at least say something.
"Hm? Oh, pardon me, I didn't notice you." The man stood and gave Seth a polite smile. "Indeed I am. Have you seen a Pokémon called 'Shroomish' around here? I can't find any for the life of me."
"I haven't, sorry. I've never even heard of one of those. What does it look like?" Seth responded. He looked down at the man's belt and noticed a few Poké Balls there. This served to make him curious as to what the man intended to do if he did find a Shroomish.
"It looks like a plump mushroom about a foot tall," the man described, using his hands to give a visual representation of its shape. "I'm sorry to trouble you, but I just haven't been having any luck at all."
"It's no trouble. I wouldn't mind seeing one for myself either," Seth decided. The man smiled gratefully, and then Seth hunched down on the other side of the path, peering through the foliage for any sign of unfamiliar Pokémon. "Why are you looking for a Shroomish? Are you hoping to catch it?"
"Yes, but not for the reasons you think. I'm Hester, a field scientist with the Devon Corporation," the man introduced himself. Seth didn't recognize the name, but judging from the man's proud tone, it must be a rather big name in Hoenn "Shroomish have the tendency to emit paralytic spores when disturbed, so I'm hoping to get a sample to further ease my studies into paralysis. With luck, I'm hoping to improve the cure for paralysis."
"That's rather interesting. I'm Seth, by the way." Seth returned the introduction with one of his own. "Do you mean paralysis for humans or for Pokémon?"
"With luck, both. For now, I'm setting my sights small; I hope to create a countermeasure for the intense pain humans feel if they accidentally inhale a Shroomish's spores," Hester answers. Seth could tell from his enthusiasm that the scientist was very passionate about his work. "Help me find a Shroomish and I'll see if I can't get you a free sample once it's compl…aaah!"
Seth turned rapidly at Hester's cry, unspoken orders for Kyra rushing to his lips. However, he stopped when he saw a sheepish Hester pulling sticky silk off of his face. "Bloody Wurmples…how was I supposed to know that was a den?" Hester grumbled. Seth couldn't help but laugh.
After a few minutes of searching, Seth noticed an odd lump in the underbrush. He squinted, unsure if he was looking at a Pokémon or a misshapen pile of leaves. Nearby, a Wurmple crawled through the brush, slowly making its way towards the lump. Just as the worm reached the lump, it controrted and released a cloud of spores into the air, causing the Wurmple to keel over, paralyzed.
"Aha!" Seth emitted, and then he immediately threw a Poké Ball at the lump, determining that it was the Pokémon for which they were looking. The ball opened and captured the lump in a flash of light before it fell to the ground and twitched. If Seth caught it, he figured that he could just give it to Hester.
Unfortunately, the Pokémon had other ideas. It struggled so hard that it was able to burst free from the ball. When it emerged, Seth had enough time to glimpse a mottled pink shape before it bolted past him.
Seth immediately took off after it in pursuit, Kyra clinging to his neck tightly in order to keep from falling off. "Hester! Look out, it's coming your way!" Seth alerted the scientist.
"Huh? What is…?" Hester turned, confused by Seth's sudden shout. However, when he spotted the Pokémon bolting towards him, his face lit up. "Ah, a Shroomish!"
Hester lunged towards the Shroomish, a Poké Ball hurtling from his open palm. The Pokémon swerved and avoided it just in time. It tried to move past the scientist, but Hester wouldn't let it, so it turned and bolted back the other direction.
"Seth, it's headed back towards you! Catch it!" Hester called.
"You're not getting away! Kyra, block its retreat!" Seth allowed Kyra to leap off of his shoulders and force the Shroomish to avoid her, running back towards him. Without realizing it, the Shroomish had maneuvered itself directly between Seth and Hester. Seth produced another Poké Ball. "It has nowhere to run! Let's get it!"
"I'm on it!" Hester grabbed a Poké Ball as well, and the two of them threw them at the same time. The Shroomish was fast, but it wouldn't be able to avoid both of them easily. The Shroomish proved elusive indeed, as it ducked beneath both balls, digging its feet into the ground. Unfortunately for the Shroomish, Seth and Hester had anticipated this, and were already about to throw another set of Poké Balls.
Before any of them could do so, something colored a sickly purple whizzed through the air and burst upon the Shroomish's body, splattering the ground with droplets of a vile smelling liquid. The force behind the projectile enough to cause the Shroomish to keel over, the Pokémon falling to the ground. It did not move again. At first, Seth couldn't figure out what had happened. From his perspective, all he had seen was a violet burst of liquid. However, Kyra's frantic cries alerted Seth to a third presence in the clearing.
"I'm sorry, were you trying to catch that?" the new arrival taunted in a self-assured tenor voice. He was wearing a strange outfit that made him stand apart from every other trainer Seth had seen so far. It consisted of a blue and white striped shirt with short sleeves along with a set of long blue pants, their sides decorated by a line of thick white circles. On his head, he wore a blue bandana emblazoned with a strange character that resembled the letter "A", except with a rounded center and tips in the shape of bones.
Accompanying the strange man was both a Zubat fluttering in the air above his head, but also a Poochyena that stood beside him, appearing larger and tougher than the few Seth had battled in the past.
"My bad, guys. You see, my Zubat is pretty aggressive, and doesn't always do what I say," the man proclaimed, though it was clear that his word were glib lies. "Maybe if you hand over that briefcase you have, it won't feel the need to maul you."
Seth raised an eyebrow, finding this particular trainer rather weird. "That's a weird way of asking to ba…" Seth began, but Hester cut him off with a frantic hiss. The scientist glanced down towards his briefcase, and then back up at the strange man.
"You're…Team Aqua, aren't you?" Hester asked. Seth noted the evident fear in his voice, and he was starting to have an inkling of just what was going on. Team Aqua…the name sounded a lot like Team Rocket, a massive crime syndicate that had been a threat to everyone in Kanto and Johto until Champion Red took them down singlehandedly.
"That's right! What gave it away? Was it the giant-ass 'A' on my head?" the man sneered, indicating his emblem with a thumb. "Yup, the name is Eric, a proud grunt of Team Aqua. Now, hand over that briefcase and I won't have to hurt either of you."
Seth started to tremble when the gravity of the situation started to dawn on him. This wasn't just trainer; this was a criminal who wouldn't hesitate to use his Pokémon against other humans. Humans couldn't fight Pokémon; the latter were usually too strong to be matched by human strength.
"My briefcase? What do you want with it?" Hester asked hesitantly, sweat forming on his brow. Without warning, the Poochyena barked and lunged at the scientist, causing him to scream and fall on his rear. However, the canine landed just short of him as it had likely intended.
Eric laughed derisively at the sight. "What does it matter? Is what's in the briefcase really worth your life?" he threatened, gesturing for his Poochyena to return to him. Hester hesitated and gulped, droplets of sweat rolling down his face. He didn't answer, causing Eric to get impatient. "Come on, you imbecile. I haven't got all day."
Hester clutched his knees tightly, and then he squeezed his eyes shut. "I…can't give it to you. I won't help your kind accomplish anything!" the scientist bravely declared. Seth's eyes widened at that. The man was terrified; it was clear for everyone to see. His life was at stake, as Eric had confidently stated. Yet, despite being defenseless, he wasn't giving in.
"Oh, give me a break," Eric groaned, holding his head out of exasperation. His lifted his other hand, and both the Zubat and the Poochyena readied themselves to charge. "Don't go talking tough when you'll be squealing all your secrets once Zubat's poison is running through your veins."
The Aqua member let his hand fall, and the two Pokémon moved, swiftly closing the distance between them and the scientist. If Seth was going to act, it had to be now. All it took was one look from Seth for Kyra to understand his intent.
Hester cried out as the Poochyena lunged towards again with the intent to harm. Just before it reached him, a sizable rock slammed into the canine's side, sending it reeling and tumbling to the ground. The Zubat as it approached was suddenly enveloped in a telekinetic aura and hurled into a tree, the bat crying out with pain.
"What in the…" Eric exclaimed. Kyra stood in front of Seth and Hester now, her tiny body glowing with telekinetic power. Eric noted Seth glaring at him with determination, and he realized what was happening. He scoffed and directed his Pokémon to return to him with a terse order. "Oh, so you finally grew a set of balls, huh? Let me guess, you want to battle? Don't you know who you're messing with?"
"Not at all. I haven't a clue who you or Team Aqua even is," Seth admitted, much to Eric's surprise. "Honestly, I don't care either. But I'm not scum enough to let somebody get hurt in front of me when I can do something about it."
Eric looked dumbfounded at first, and then he burst out in incredulous laugher. "You really don't know who we are! You must not be from Hoenn," he deduced correctly. "Well then, let me show you just what it means to oppose us!"
"Come on!" Seth taunted, adrenaline overcoming his usual awkwardness. The Poochyena charged towards Kyra predictably, only to run right into her protective field. Although this stopped nearly everything Seth had battled in its tracks before now, the Poochyena showed its strength by forcing Kyra back a full foot, her feet skidding across the underbrush.
"Seth, what are you doing!?" Hester demanded incredulously. "This isn't your typical trainer battle; Aqua grunts don't fight fair!"
Zubat swooped in from the right while Kyra was busy repelling the Poochyena, bypassing Kyra's protective field entirely and launching a ball of vile liquid directly into her side. Kyra cried out in pain, her field falling, allowing the Poochyena to break through and kick her with its hind legs. The impact knocked her back into a tree.
"Kyra!" Seth called out, distraught. He didn't realize that Eric would use both Pokémon at once; there was no way Kyra could handle them both on her own.
"Give up now and I'll forget this ever happened. I'm a nice guy, after all," Eric taunted with a shrug. The Aqua member noted Kyra rising from the ground and raised an eyebrow. "Huh, that little thing's tougher than it looks."
Seth attempted to approach Kyra with a potion, but the Zubat cut in front of him, screeching angrily at him. Seth got a very good look at the bat's sharp and lethal fangs, causing him to break out into a cold sweat.
"Zubat, kill that impudent moron if he tries to use a potion again," Eric ordered nonchalantly. Seth cursed, realizing that there was no way he could get to Kyra. She was truly on her own in this battle.
Kyra was doing her best to avoid Poochyena's angry fangs by teleporting around, but her opponent was much quicker to react than any other that she'd fought so far. Her telekinetic powers were useless against the dark-type Poochyena, and it wasn't giving her time to circumvent that by picking up other objects.
The battle quickly became one sided when Zubat joined the fray once more, supporting Poochyena and forcing Kyra purely on the defensive. Kyra took hit after hit, and Seth was getting more and more distraught as her motions grew slower and slower.
Deprived of any other option, Seth grasped his only remaining Poké Ball and clicked the button. "Feebas! Help her!" he cried out desperately. Eric paused, and watched as the large fish appeared floating in midair just behind Poochyena. Feebas spotted her opponents, as well as Kyra. Her eyes narrowed, as she appeared to understand the situation.
"Are you kidding? A Feebas? Really?" Eric grew even more amused by this, slapping his knee as he chortled helplessly. "Oh wow, wait until I tell the boys about this. Oh no, my Ralts is getting its ass kicked; save me fishy!"
That last sentence was spoken in a high pitched, mocking tone as Eric pretended to swoon like a damsel in distress. Seth said nothing, hoping against hope that Feebas could turn the tide of this battle.
The Poochyena turned away from Kyra after dealing her one last kick, rendering her unmoving against a nearby tree. Knowing that the Zubat would kill him if he tried to heal her, Seth dropped the potion and took off his bag before running to her side.
As the only target now, the Feebas weathered attacks from both Pokémon, seeming not to budge in the slightest. Eric just kept laughing more and more as it watched the Feebas deliver weak slaps with her fins.
Seth picked up Kyra's battered body, and he cradled her in his arms, resting his head against hers. He cursed everything that contributed to this situation under in a low voice, anger slowly filling him. This wasn't a battle; this wasn't what Kyra wanted.
He looked up to see that the Feebas was still fighting, sometimes even managing to slap her body against the Poochyena. This was clearly a battle of attrition, and while the Feebas appeared very sturdy, it couldn't last against such a vicious onslaught.
"Dear Archie, today I beat up a helpless moron and his useless Feebas! Turns out fish aren't good fighters! Who knew? Ah, what a hoot!" Eric was red faced with merriment now as he watched the battle continue in his favor. "Hurry up and finish it, you two."
Despite the pain she must have been feeling, the Feebas refused to back down. The Zubat zipped around her like an angry Beedrill, its fangs slicing into her scales and stripping them away little by little. The Poochyena rammed into her side repeatedly from all directions, avoiding the Feebas's body whenever she tried to counterattack.
With Kyra lying motionless in his arms in such bad shape as well as Feebas slowly but surely losing an impossible battle, Seth couldn't bear it anymore. He despised himself for it, but he opened his mouth, getting ready to give up so he didn't have to see them get hurt anymore.
As Seth went to do so, he suddenly found himself meeting the Feebas's gaze. Despite the dire situation, her eyes had not lost hope. It seemed as though she were trying to tell him to keep fighting. Seth wanted to believe her, but rational sense told him that fighting this battle was hopeless. Yet, as he held the Feebas's unwavering gaze despite the damage it was taking, Seth felt that he could trust her.
"What, are you finally going to give up?" Eric asked as he noticed Seth rising to his feet, still holding Kyra. "It's about time. As funny as this is, it's starting to get old."
"Feebas…" Seth began. His eyes narrowed with anger. "That you'd fight so hard for me…I don't care what anyone says. You are not worthless. Whatever happens, know you have a place here with me."
"Seriously? What are you, crazy?" Eric demanded with disbelief. "Finish that stupid fish off, you two…wait, what the hell is happening?"
As the Poochyena and Zubat moved in for another assault, the Feebas began to glow with a bright iridescent light. It grew so bright that it filled the whole clearing with white light, forcing Seth, Hester, and Eric to shield their eyes.
The Feebas shrunk and compressed into a single mote of light, and then she erupted outwards, forming the shape of a long serpent with a finned tail. With one final burst of light, the Feebas revealed herself in a stunning new form that took Seth's breath away.
The new form was much larger than her previous one. In fact, she was larger than any Pokémon Seth had ever seen. Now, Feebas had the form of a cream colored serpent as thick as Seth's torso and stretching to an estimated twenty feet. Her tail was a mix of pink and blue diamond shaped scales that culminated in an iridescent blue fan-shaped fin.
Her head was oblong with a pointed tip, and she had two crimson eyes resting above a small mouth. For brows, she had two wisps of pink fins that curved above her head. Her most striking feature were the two long tresses of pink hair that hung from either side of the back of her head, cascading down to just above the underbrush.
Seth gaped at her. He hadn't known what he expected from her, but this certainly hadn't been it. Depending on the angle at which he looked, her scales seemed to shift through the colors of the rainbow. She was beautiful. Between her iridescent scales, her shining pink tresses, and her soulful red eyes, she reminded him of…
"…A princess…she's like a princess!" Seth uttered, unable to find any other word to describe her. Looking at her now, she looked every bit as beautiful as the princess that he envisioned. He couldn't think of anything else to call her. The serpent gave a soft croon in recognition of her trainer's words, and then it gave a baleful stare towards Eric and his two Pokémon. Seth felt his vigor return to him. "Princess! Beat them to within an inch of their lives!"
"W-What the hell is that thing!? Nobody ever told me a Feebas could evolve!" Eric demanded as the serpent slithered towards his Pokémon menacingly. He gathered his composure, a vicious sneer returning to his face. "It doesn't matter what form it takes. Zubat! Poochyena! Overwhelm it!"
Seth watched with baited breath as the two Pokémon converged on Princess, showing the serpent no mercy. Like before, Princess allowed them to hit her, never budging an inch. Zubat's fangs sliced into her scales, and Poochyena's vicious head-butts left angry bruises behind. Yet, much to his shock, Seth watched each injury slowly disappear.
"What the hell!? They're hurting it, I can see it! But…" Eric exclaimed in horror as he watched one of Zubat's bite marks fade away as though it had never been. "That thing can regenerate!?"
At last, Princess began to fight back. When Zubat swooped down for another pass, the serpent lithely twisted her body and whipped the bat powerfully with her thick tail, sending it hurtling across the clearing and into the ground. The impact made a clearly audible crack, like a whip.
As Poochyena rushed in for another charge, Princess turned her head to face it, the tip of her tail waving. A wave of water filled with leaves and branches rose up from the ground and slammed directly into the canine, knocking it clear off of its feet.
"What the hell is happening!?" Eric cried out incredulously as his two Pokémon were slowly picked apart.
Despite their previous prowess, Zubat and Poochyena couldn't deal any lasting damage to Princess. With a powerful whip of her tail, she knocked Poochyena unconscious, and then she turned to Zubat. Princess angled her head forward, a blue mote of light appearing a few inches away from her nose. From within, a scalding stream of water shot forward and struck Zubat directly, the heat and force knocking it out immediately.
Eric didn't have any Pokémon left to defend himself with, and he knew that. He flinched and retreated with a yelp as Seth walked across the field to join Princess, spraying Kyra with a potion in the process. Kyra opened her eyes, looking confused at first, which only intensified when she caught sight of Princess.
Seth lowered Kyra to the ground, and then he rested a hand against Princess's neck. Her scales were slick and cool to the touch, a sensation befitting of a water-type Pokémon. "Dear Archie," Seth began, returning Eric's earlier words to him. "Today, I dreadfully underestimated what I thought to be a worthless fish, and had my ass handed to me as a result."
"You…!" Eric grunted furiously, but he stopped himself. Seth figured that he wasn't stupid enough to pick a fight now that he didn't have any Pokémon left. Sure enough, Eric returned his Zubat and Poochyena to their respective Poké Balls. "Don't think you can mess with Team Aqua and get away with it!"
"Maybe not, but you see, I'm about as angry as I've ever been," Seth said in a deadly calm voice. "Get out of here before I pay you back tenfold for the pain you caused to Kyra."
"I'll remember this!" Eric yelped in fear, and then he scrambled off into the brush and out of sight.
There was a short silence, and then Seth stumbled as the adrenaline left him. He caught himself against a tree, panting heavily.
"Seth, that was…incredible," Hester emitted with awe. The scientist strode up to Princess, looking at the serpent with a growing smile. "I can't believe you stood up to Team Aqua…and won!"
"About that…I was pretty sure I wasn't going to win," Seth admitted. "If it weren't for Princess…I don't even want to think about what might have happened."
Hester nodded grimly, and then he turned to face Seth directly, bowing his head. "I'm terribly sorry for dragging you into my messes. He was clearly after the company secrets in my briefcase, and probably would have let you go," he apologized profusely. "Yet you stood up for me anyway, even though you knew you might lose."
"Well, I thought I could win at first, but that's before I knew he'd use both Pokémon at once," Seth replied, feeling a little embarrassed. "But I'm not a saint. I want nothing to do with this Team Aqua or whatever it is they're up to. But like I said, I wouldn't just let somebody get hurt in front of me."
"Either way, I owe you a lot," Hester insisted. "Are you headed to Rustboro? If so, you should come with me to the Devon Corp. Headquarters. I want to reward you somehow."
"That's really not necessary," Seth responded sheepishly. "I am going to Rustboro, but I'm probably going to explore the forest a bit longer before making my way there."
"That's fine. But please, when you arrive, come to the HQ and ask for me. I insist," Hester pressed. Seth hesitantly nodded, earning a smile from him. Hester then turned and tapped the fallen Shroomish with a Poké Ball, capturing it easily. "For now, I need to get back to town and treat this poor thing. It didn't deserve what it got."
"Agreed," Seth said. However, there was one last thing he needed to know. "By the way, before you go, what exactly is Team Aqua?"
"They're an activist group that resist any attempts to develop coastal or oceanic areas, often through violence. They claim to be protectors of the sea, but they're really just criminals," Hester explained. "I'm not sure what they wanted with my briefcase, but it couldn't have been anything good."
"I see. I guess that doesn't sound nearly as bad as Team Rocket," Seth estimated. "Either way, I hope to wash my hands of them."
"Understandable. Nevertheless, be careful," Hester warned. He picked up his briefcase, and then he headed pack towards the path. "Anyhow, I need to get moving. I hope to see you in Rustboro!"
Seth watched Hester go, and then he turned to his Pokémon. First, he knelt down and picked Kyra up, holding her tightly. "Kyra, I'm so sorry for putting you into that situation. It really wasn't our business," Seth expressed to her. Kyra tilted her head and smiled; she didn't appear to be angry at him. In fact, she leaned up her head, her lips parting slightly. Seth chuckled, knowing what she wanted. As Princess watched curiously, Seth met Kyra halfway in an affectionate kiss. "I'll try to never put you in a situation like that again."
Seth set Kyra down, and then he turned to Princess, whose head easily rested level with his. Curious, he retrieved his Pokédex and gave her a quick scan. According to the results, Princess was a Milotic, an extremely rare Pokémon that tended to live at the bottom of deep lakes. It was also known as one of the most beautiful Pokémon to exist.
Seth stepped forward and hugged her next. "Princess…thank you so much for saving all of us. I should have trusted you from the beginning," he said gratefully. Princess crooned softly, her head nuzzling against his ear. "I'm sorry I let everyone talk horribly about you like that. I didn't know any better."
When he released her, Princess gazed at him with understanding eyes. She glanced briefly at Kyra, and then her head leaned forward. Before Seth realized what was happening, their lips met, and he was kissing his Milotic. His eyes widened, at the sudden affection. Princess must have thought this was what she needed to do after seeing Kyra do it.
Princess's lips were as slick as her scales and had a unique, though not unpleasant, texture, and she tasted like the water from a fresh and clean summer spring. Seth couldn't help himself, and he held the kiss for several seconds before finally breaking away to breathe.
"I…uh…wow," Seth emitted breathlessly. Princess gazed at him with doe-like eyes, seeming pleased from the contact as well. He stammered awkwardly. He was mostly used to doing this sort of thing with Kyra, but not with any other Pokémon. "That was…thanks, Princess."
Kyra huffed on the ground, the Ralts glaring up at Princess. The Milotic, upon hearing that, lowered her head to Kyra's level and gave her a soft nuzzle. Kyra flinched, and gazed up at her with wide, surprised eyes.
"This is going to be interesting," Seth remarked.
Now, with both Princess and Kyra in tow, Seth continued his explorations of the forest, finding it much more enjoyable with the two of them by his side. Princess didn't care much for the forest, as the leaves and branches tended to stick to her skin, forcing her to continuously conjure water to soak herself in.
Seth watched her do it one time, marveling as water appeared from nowhere to do her bidding. It clearly took some effort for Princess to control her water, as she only gained the ability to do so an hour ago. Nevertheless, he still found it surreal to watch the water coursing across her body.
The hour grew late as he neared the edge of the forest, so he decided to set up camp in a small forested clearing beside a stream. Seth had never set up a tent before, so even with the manual this proved to be an interesting experience. Kyra helped keep the tent steady as he was setting it up by holding the poles still with telekinesis. This made it much easier to stretch the material and shape the tent.
When he was finished, Seth ate a short meal of bread and berries, and then he collapsed atop his bedroll. "Whew, I'm exhausted," he said aloud, spreading his arms out and stretching them. It had been a rollercoaster of a day, beginning with catching Princess and ending with her evolution against Team Aqua's Eric. His thoughts were interrupted as his Pokémon made their way into the tent as well. Kyra climbed atop his chest, looking at him with an expectant expression. Seth chuckled, stroking her hair lovingly. "But not too exhausted for you, Kyra."
Kyra cooed happily, and she edged forwards until she could reach his mouth, and then she leaned forward and kissed him. Seth reached forward and held her closely, kissing her back passionately. It wasn't long before he could feel his body begin to react to her affection. Today had been stressful, so he found himself craving her more than usual.
He soon became aware of Princess in the tent as well, gazing at the two of them with interest. Seth felt a little awkward, so when he broke away from Kyra, he had to ask. "Uh, Kyra…should we really do this with Princess here?" He blushed under Princess's curious gaze.
Kyra paused, and then she looked back at Princess, deliberating quietly on what to do. Then, with a flick of her arm, she gestured to Princess. The Milotic shifted, slithering around behind Seth so that he could feel her warm body beneath the back of his head like a living pillow. Then, Princess lifted her head to look at Kyra.
Seth watched in tentative silence as Kyra jerked her head towards him, and then she moved back to kiss him once more. "Kyra, but…mmff…" his protests went silent as her lips pressed against his again. This time the kiss was brief, and afterwards Kyra retreated to his waist, nodding to Princess. After Seth had caught his breath, Princess took Kyra's place in kissing him, her unique taste overflowing his senses. He couldn't help but hold onto Princess's neck as he kissed her back, shifting his body beneath her.
His pants unbuttoned themselves due to Kyra's telekinesis, and they slowly slid off along with his underwear, exposing his hardening length to the open air. Seth shifted, his breath brushing against Princess's snout. "Kyra, wait…I…aah!" Seth gasped softly as he felt Kyra's mouth close around the tip of his shaft, the Ralts suckling on him gently. "Princess is…she's…"
Kyra paid his protests no mind, and Princess made sure he couldn't much move, even if he had wanted to resist. Kyra took as much of Seth into her mouth as she could, reaching down to halfway before he felt his tip brush against the back of her throat. She gagged a little, but did her best to pleasure him with small swishes of her tongue along the bottom of his shaft.
Eventually, Princess pulled back, and Kyra pulled Seth's length out of her mouth. Seth's cheeks were a soft red as he looked back at both Princess and Kyra, the two of them gazing at one another. Kyra made a soft churring sound, and she offered Seth's shaft to Princess, who seemed to understand. Before Seth could prepare himself, Princess opened her mouth and engulfed the entirety of his length into her slick warm mouth.
"Ah, Princess! That's…I…wow…" Seth could help but moan at the sudden change in sensation. Princess's mouth was wide enough to take him all the way in up to the hilt without reaching the back of her throat. Her thin, yet strong tongue curled around his shaft and gently stroked him inside of her mouth, even as she suckled on it. Seth felt the urge to thrust up into her, but he wasn't sure if he should. "Princess…"
Princess crooned in response. The vibrations from the sound ran through her throat, and Seth moaned when he felt them on his shaft. At last, Princess began to move her head back and forth, caressing every inch of his length a warm heavenly sensation. She was driving Seth wild, whose breath quickened and his muscles tensed.
Kyra, seeming satisfied, moved back to Seth's upper chest, going back to kissing him. In the process, she ground her nether regions against his chest, squeaking with desire. Seth kissed her back and lifted one trembling hand. He found it hard to focus due to Princess's treatment, but he managed to slip a finger between Kyra's legs to help ease her need. Kyra cooed and turned a light red, grinding her hips against him so that his finger slipped inside of her.
With Princess's dutiful slurps, Kyra's soft moans, and Seth's pleasured grunts, the tent was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking. Seth's moans grew higher and higher in pitch as he drew closer to his climax. He tried to warn Princess, but Kyra's kissing made it difficult for him to form a sentence.
"Mmm…I…Prin…cess…ah! Ah!" Seth managed to get out, and then he gasped and came, his length throbbing and spurting thick streams of cum into Princess's mouth. He held Kyra tightly and thrust gently upwards, breathing spasmodically as he finished releasing himself into Princess. Kyra finally broke away, allowing him to look at Princess sheepishly. "I'm sorry…I tried to…warn you…"
Princess looked back at him motionless for a brief moment, and then she pulled back, her tongue sliding along his sensitive shaft and collecting every last drop of seed. He popped out of her mouth with a slick pop, and then Princess tilted her head back and swallowed it all in a single gulp.
"Princess, that's…" Seth had difficulty understanding the thrill that just passed through him, but he knew that he liked what he'd just seen. "That's so hot."
Princess gave him an affectionate lick, and then she rested her head on Seth's chest. Kyra looked between the two of them, pleased, and she curled up into the crook of Seth's arm, no doubt getting ready to rest. Seth realized how comfortable he was in this position, and he soon began to grow sleepy.
Thus, with Princess curled up around him and Kyra snuggling close to his side, Seth drifted off to sleep, the air still smelling of sex.
Author's Note:
Oh my gaaah! Thank you so much for reading all the way through this mondo, ginormous chapter! I didn't intend for it to be so long, but by the time I was halfway through, I realized that if I finished it where I originally intended it to, it would have left this chapter without a sex scene, which I'm hoping not to do to you just yet. Then again, considering what's coming with Roxanne, I might have been able to get away with it...but enough about that.
This whole chapter was to introduce Princess, the Milotic shown in the story summary! Just like it says on the tin, Milotic is a beautiful Pokemon with the ability to wall very effectively, so I was captivated with her. Technically she shouldn't have evolved so soon, but I draw the line when it comes to screwing a fish, so if I wanted things to get sexy, she needed to evolve.
I have a confession to make. You probably figured it out already if you're as much of a weeb as me, but there was one gigantic cameo in this chapter. I was wracking my brains trying to come up with a fisherman character that would serve to help Seth get the Feebas, and I couldn't stop thinking of a certain group of four. I resisted at first because that would be silly, but then I realized this is a fanfiction. About a guy who goes around screwing girls and his pokemon. I think I can afford to be a little silly. So yes, Connie, Gin, Douglas, and Tom are from a certain RPG that I may or may not have played the crap out of. Their names are even partial anagrams of the ones from the game. Those of you that take the time to tell me that they understood the reference can have a kiss from Kyra or Princess!
Anyway, thanks again for reading this far, and thanks for sticking with me so far on this degenerate journey!
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