Pokémon Y-fu

by PRlNCESS CADENCE

First published 29th of July, 2016

Brad has sex with a Meloetta

What is it that most people are looking for in life? Wealth? Love? To be admired by the masses? For Brad "Flash" Sentry, the one thing that he wants more than anything else in the world is to be able to express himself through music, but as he soon finds out the hard way, the exact execution isn't always clear. Sometimes, it's not even possible.

After talking with his father, his stresses are amplified when he learns that his parents want him to abandon that life and set off instead to becoming a great pokémon trainer. As much as Brad wants to disagree, however, there happens to be one pokémon who may just understand just how much he loves music... And sex.

Kink warning: poképhilia, blowjobs, anal sex, rimming, cowgirl, creampie, fingering, boob-sucking, handjobs, cumshots, reverse cowgirl, Rainbow Dash, analingus, vertical 69, anal probing, naked Rainbow Dash, cunnilingus, dry humping, salad-tossing, dirty talk, threeway (M/F/F), voyeurism, fourway (M/F/F/F), girl on girl, probably something else I missed.

Based on The Bradical Adventures of Normal Norman as well as the Pokémon games/TV show.

A Journey's Beginnings

“AND STAY OUT!”

Slam!

Brad turned his head back just in time to see Rarity’s angry father slamming the door in his face with locking sounds coming from behind.

“Pssh. Like I’d try just walking back through the front door.”

Brad had only ever done that once, and to his credit, it had worked, but it was never something he’d try with Rarity’s family. At some point you just need to count your losses, and he knew that. Instead, he whipped out his phone, found the latest message he’d been sent and started replying when he looked back again to see a familiar cell phone being thrown out the second story window.

“Looks like Rarity’s grounded.”

Normally, this would be a good thing, seeing as how the easiest girls are always the bored ones who are mad at their dads, but still, if he pressed his luck too much, he’d be the one thrown out the window next.

It wasn't like he had a whole lot going for him in his normal life, though. Just two weeks prior he had graduated from Canterlot High School where he spent the best 4 years of his life, at least until his band fell apart and all his hopes and dreams came crashing down. He had spent his whole life trying to be a professional musician, but his band mates decided that they’d rather go to college than risk their future on music. Everyone at Canterlot High had either moved on to college or their careers. All except Brad, who now only lived for his own fulfillment.

“At least I don’t have to pay rent,” Brad chuckled to himself as he fumbled with the keys to his house. As soon as he walked through the door and turned on the lights, though, sitting in the living room waiting for him were his loving, caring mother and father.

“Son,” his father said avoiding eye contact, “we need to talk.”

“Of course,” Brad said sarcastically, retracting his previous statement. Throwing his keys onto the corner table, Brad slumped onto the sofa adjacent to his father. His dad wanted to reply to his attitude, but thinking about the reaction he’d get anyway, he took in a deep breath and let it slide.

“Son, you’re 18 years old now.”

“Yeah, and? Oh, shoot! Don’t tell me you guys have turned 60 already! Ohhhh and I was going to give you the perfect nose hair trimmers too!”

“Brad, listen. Your mother and I aren't going to be around forever, you know.” Brad opened his mouth to retort something sarcastic about their age again, but having 18 years of experience, his father put his hand up and silenced him early. “Son, I’m being serious. What are your goals? What are your plans? I was fully supportive of your music dream, but now that that’s not an option anymore, it’s time to move on.”

“First off, I told you to call me Flash, OK? And second, I can still make it happen! I just need to find a couple new band mates. Canterlot City is huge! I can--”

“And what if you can’t?” Both Brad and his mother were stunned in silence. For the first time in his life, Brad had been told to his face that his dreams may never come true. “Flash… Come with me.”

Brad’s father then rose to his feet and began walking down the hall with his wife and son following close behind. Upon reaching the last door in the hallway, he entered the room and flicked on the lights, illuminating the trophies and ribbons throughout the room. The teenager’s jaw dropped at the sight of his father’s achievements room, thinking that it was just some boring work room the whole time he lived there. Upon meandering through the room a little further, his eyes planted onto a picture of his father in the middle with six pokémon to his side.

“Did I ever tell you about how I became a pokémon trainer?”

“No…” Brad replied silently. “ I didn't know you ever were one…”

“Well, before I met your mother, I was actually a pretty darn good trainer. My pokémon won all types of competitions and contests. You see, I left home a little later than most of my friends. They all left when they were ten or eleven, but I wasn't allowed to leave until I was fifteen. That’s when I first set off with the ghastly my father caught for me.” Brad’s father then pointed to a smiling gengar standing next to his younger self in the center of the picture. “Then from there, we set off to different towns, winning gym badges and beauty contests and adding new pokémon to the team. After doing that for a while, I met your mother and, well, the rest is history.”

Brad continued to admire the surroundings of the room, but he couldn't ignore the main question sticking out in his mind.

“If you were this good at it, why did you give it up?”

“Well…” His father sighed and chuckled to himself. “I guess I just grew out of it. You know something, though?” He then pulled open a drawer with a single Pokéball inside. “I think this is just what you need.”

“I don’t… I don’t understand.”

Pulling the sphere out of his drawer, Brad’s father smiled at his son, placing the Pokéball in his hand. “I want you to go out and catch a pokémon. I think this will help you find direction in your life, just like how it helped me find your mother.”

Brad dropped eye contact from his dad down to the Pokéball. A long, awkward pause filled the air as his father waited to hear his son’s reaction.

“I… I can’t…”

“What do you mean, Flash?” his mother inquired.

“I mean I don’t want to be a pokémon trainer! Don’t you get it?! I already have a direction! You two just aren't letting me go through with it!”

“Son, music isn’t an option anymore. Twilight, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rainbow Dash and even Fluttershy have all moved on to other cities. The only reason Rarity is still here is because she’s waiting to hear back about that textile internship over in Manehattan City.”

Brad’s anger continued boiling up at the sound of his so-called friends. Twilight and the other girls always tried to teach him all the important aspects of friendship, but what real friend would leave someone behind just to travel across the Equestria region?

“Music isn’t an option? Well, neither is being a pokémon trainer.”

Clenching his fist around the doorknob beside him, Brad put the Pokéball back into his father’s hand, stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him. He didn't know whether his parents were following after him, and to be honest, he didn't care anymore. Grabbing his keys from the table, he slammed another door and started wandering into the dark wilderness, taking no real aim or direction.

Before long, the blue-haired teenager found himself at the entrance of the Everfree Forest, a safe haven for pokémon, but a danger zone for people. Still, though, Brad didn't exactly have anywhere else to go anymore, and he was never one to give up on a good adrenaline rush anyway.

The forest itself was incredibly dark, allowing only the brightest stars to shine through the tall trees and withering vines. A cool mist breezed through the air, making the hot summer night feel as if winter were knocking on the door. The only sounds emitted from the entire forest were Brad’s feet crunching through the fallen leaves and the occasional slither coming from some unknown direction nearby.

“Applejack always said we should do more outdoors stuff.” The teenager chuckled to himself, grabbing the vine of a nearby tree to help him up to one of its branches. “If only she was here now. Then maybe I wouldn't be the one making camp!” Brad laughed loudly at his own joke before realizing that if he was going to stay here for the night, he’d legitimately need to make some kind of sleeping arrangements so as not to get eaten.

Brad then pulled the vine from another branch and tied it around the one he was sitting on. Upon pulling a few more vines and gathering as many leaves as he had the patience for, he finally had the perfect tree hammock, complete with a fluffy leaf pillow. Not exactly posh, but it sure beat becoming someone’s vore fetish. After hanging up his coat and pants, Brad fell back onto his forest bed, gazing up at the stars and trying to forget that sooner or later, he’d have to confront reality and make a decision with his parents.

“Just be patient, guys… I’ll make you proud somehow…”

”Oh, Brad. It feels so good.”

“I told you I could make you cum quicker.”

“Hang on! I haven’t cum yet, you know! Actually, I know a way I can win for sure.”

“Heh. What are you doing, Pinkie?”

“I can’t cum if you’re not inside me.”

Pinkie Pie then pulled her crotch off of Brad’s pelvis and moved her mouth methodically from Brad’s lips down to his pecs until her mouth found its way making circles around his groin. Giving Brad a grin, she gently held his manhood with her soft hands and leisurely licked her way up his lengthening shaft. As Pinkie found a weak spot at the base of the head, her tongue then began to trace circles around the wrinkles of his penis, stopping momentarily only to suck some of his dripping precum with saliva trailing from her mouth.

“You think I’m gonna win after all?” Pinkie asked with a penis in her mouth.

“You sure you really wanna win?”

“I think it’d be kinda hot to see you finish before me.”

“Then fondle your tits while you’re at it.”

Pinkie giggled at the request, fondling her boobs in front of him as her teeth gently skidded across his flesh. Pulling off of him, however, her she brought her mouth down to his leg and nipped him forcefully.

“OW! Pinkie, what the cock was that for?!” Pinkie Pie answered with another nip at his leg. “Ouch! Quit it!” Then another. Then another. Then…

Brad’s eyes wanted to shoot open, but the pitch black night had turned into the brightest morning he could remember, and opening his eyes all the way just wasn't an option. With another piercing pain in his leg, though, he managed to pull his face forward enough to see a spearow pecking at a pile of berries that must have fallen onto his leg from above. As soon as Brad lifted his head, though, the bird pokémon stopped what it was doing and looked Brad in the face with furrowed eyes.

“Rooow!”

“Get off of me, you stupid bird!”

Brad flailed his arms around, making the spearow flap its wings and fly away, but not without giving him a pissed off peck to the head first. The blue-haired boy rubbed his head where the beak landed, but soon focused his attention on grabbing hold to the sides of the hammock so he wouldn't fall off. He had survived the night, but still with no real reason to head back home, he’d need to survive the forest for at least a little while longer.

“Stupid bird… Now I need to piss.”

There was no real correlation between the two, but it at least made him feel better to shift the blame onto someone else for his problems. Sitting back onto the tree branch, he put on his clothes and began untying one of the vines to his hammock to let him back down to the ground. As soon as his pants were zipped up, however, he quickly slid to the ground and unzipped them again to release the growing pressure in his bladder.

“Ugh… Why am I even out here? Not like a couple of nights in the Everfree forest is gonna change their mind, anyway.”

As he was left to his thoughts, however, he began to hear a distant sound over the noise of his piss stream. Perking his ears up, he could hear that it was a voice. It was singing. It was a girl singing.

“What’s a girl doing in the Everfree forest?” he said to himself, zipping his pants back up. Brad then moved closer to the melodic sound, walking slowly so he wouldn't make a lot of noise and scare her off before he got a good glance at what she looked like. Upon ducking under a few low tree branches and stepping over a couple mossy logs, the sounds were becoming clearer, brighter, more audible.

“Mel-la-la-la-meeel. Mel-la-la-la-meeel.”

“Huh?”

Finally, upon clearing one last tree branch, he saw a figure sitting on a rock and singing as she washed her hair in the river to her side. She wasn't tall by any means, standing at 2 feet tall at most, and her bright green hair traveled all the way down to her feet, which were no more than little stubs. She wore a deep black dress that matched her bow and (from what he could tell) a head mic resting on her right ear, projecting the sound of her song further into the woods.

“Wow… Is that a pokémon?”

Brad took another step forward, but as he lifted his leg, his foot caught onto a log in front of him, tossing him forward onto the ground in a complete facedive.

“Mel?”

As soon as Brad looked up again, he saw that the pokémon's song had stopped, and she was looking him dead in the eye in fear. Quickly pulling himself up, he put his hands out in front of him and said, “D-don’t worry! I won’t hurt you!”

Despite his words, though, the pokémon began backing up, her eyes never leaving Brad’s, and he couldn't even tell if she could understand what he was saying. Suddenly, though, he remembered something and quickly checked his jacket pockets.

“Yes! They’re here!”

Just as Brad had hoped, his pockets were filled with berries from his sleeping place, and just before the pokémon took a sharp right away from the river, he pulled out the food, laid them delicately in front of him and began stepping backwards. The singer stopped dead in her tracks, now exchanging looks between him and the berries.

“Go on,” he said softly. “No one’s gonna hurt you.”

Several moments passed by in complete silence with neither of them moving an inch. Meloetta was still staring Brad in the face, but would occasionally take quick glances at the berries, just to see if there was any danger in coming a little closer. Finally, she took one step forward, making Brad catch himself before he made any sudden movements that would lead her into taking off.

Another few moments passed before Meloetta took her next step, but Brad held still. Then she took another step, and another, moving closer and closer, but still being cautious just in case. Once she was a good 5 feet away, she levitated one of the berries to her mouth, looked it over for any danger and gently placed it in her mouth.

Gulp.

“Mel! Mel!”

The pokémon then rushed forward and dove into the pile of berries, munching them down with a large smile on her face. Brad hoped this meant he was in the clear and slowly made his way over to the feasting pokémon, and to his delight, she didn't move an inch (other than when she went to grab another berry).

“See? I told you I was a good guy. What’s your name, anyway?”

“Meloetta! Meloetta!”

“It's a nice name. It matches your personality, I guess. I really liked your singing, by the way.” Meloetta didn't respond, but instead shoved another berry in her mouth and chewed with delight. “Yeah, you probably already knew that. Sorry to interrupt you, by the way.”

He was almost expecting a response like the kind he'd get from a person, but he didn't have much of a problem watching Meloetta finishing off her berries.

“You know, I’m pretty jealous of you. You know that? You don’t need to worry about paying bills or pleasing your parents. You just come out here and make music, all day everyday. That's the kind of life I want.”

“Mel?”

Brad looked down at the meloetta, who had stopped eating and was looking into his eyes, almost like she wanted to hear more about his life.

“OK. I’ll tell you, but don’t think those eyes are gonna work on me all the time. I guess… I guess I mainly wanna make my parents proud of me, but I want to do it my way, not theirs. They tell me that they’ll always be proud of me no matter what, but I want to be proud of myself too! I can’t go on with life just doing what everyone else is doing.”

Meloetta kept her gaze focused on Brad, eating her last berries like popcorn as she listened keenly to his story.

“Anyway, that spearow got in the way of my wet dream, so I’m gonna go bang one out before I lose my morning wood. If you’re still here when I get back, I’ll bring you some more berries.”

Brad then lifted himself to his feet and began walking back into the woods, looking around for a safe place where he'd be able to masturbate without being interrupted. As soon as he turned his back, though, Meloetta’s head tilted to the side in curiosity, not really sure as to whether or not she was ready for him to leave quite yet.

The blue-haired teen stepped over a few logs and ducked under a few branches before finding a perfect patch of grass situated right next to a tree for him to lean on. He then pulled his belt out of the loops, unbuttoned his jeans and slid them to his legs along with his boxer shorts, his erection practically gone from all the morning festivities. Nonetheless, he sat back, got himself comfortable and swung his penis in circles in his hand, getting the blood flow back to right where he wanted it.

His mind flicked through a variety of girls he could fantasize about, but what he really wanted was to continue where he left off and imagine what else Pinkie Pie could have done for him. She could have put his dick in between her breasts, rubbing them against the base while her mouth suctioned him at the top. Maybe she could bring him all the way to the edge, just to cut him off short to take a new position. What position sounds good, though? Anal? Brad’s erection pulsed, giving him all the information he needed to continue on with the fantasy.

“Melo mel?”

“Huh?” Brad quickly turned his head to see his pokémon friend poking her head out behind a nearby tree, watching intently. “Come on, Meloetta. You caught me at like the worst possible time.”

Meloetta, on the other hand, just blinked, staring at Brad’s anatomy and trying to figure out why he left for something like that. It seemed like something that was almost silly to get so worked up about, but at the same time, there was some unidentifiable instinct that pulled her in. Somehow, the sight of every stroke Brad made caused her face to warm up to a flush red, and she wasn't going to budge an inch until her curiosity was again satisfied.

Looking back up at Brad, she pointed to the phallus and urged him to continue with a “Mel letta!”

“Uhh… Just promise you won’t look, OK?”

Brad then closed his eyes and tried to go back to his fantasy, falling into a deep state where the only sensory information he pulled in were the sounds of Pinkie Pie bouncing on his dick. He could already begin to feel the insides of her vagina clenching around his lengthening shaft and the moist sensation of her wetness dripping down to his testes. Thoughts shifted back and forth whether he wanted her to face him so he could see her lust-driven grin or whether he preferred bending her over so he could take in her slender curves and perfect butt cheeks.

Actually, the thought of putting her on all fours was starting to sound better than ever. He always loved the way she'd back herself into his crotch, pulling his penis from behind and angling it inside her without looking back. Plus, when she really got going, she’d bounce against him so fast that in the recoil, her cheeks would spread just enough for him to get a clear view of her beautiful clenched anus.

Brad’s stroking had picked up into a much faster pace with his chest visibly rising and his hips reflexively pumping into the air every time he thought of just the right image. He could feel it almost as if Pinkie Pie were trying to grab onto him herself. Like, he could really feel--

“Oh, Celestia, what's going on?!”

Brad quickly opened his eyes and looked down to see the meloetta grabbing onto his shaft with both of her tiny hands and flinched backwards, hitting his head on the tree behind him. With his hand gone from his penis, Meloetta began taking over for him, looking as though she were trying to figure out what to do with it. As much as Brad wanted to pull her hands away, though, his hands were too busy soothing the back of his head. Plus…

...the feeling was too good to pass up anyway…

Instead, the blue-haired teen laid back, his mind blank except for the feeling of Meloetta’s hands trying to imitate what she had just seen Brad doing. Her face was now less of curiosity and more like the kind of expression he'd get from a girl when he was teasing to go inside her. That face of longing, desperate to fulfill her biological needs, but still waiting patiently for him to make the first move. Out of pure curiosity and with all basic thought lost in his state of arousal, Brad then moved his finger down to her dress area. She stopped momentarily, taking in a sudden heavy breath and squeezing her eyes shut, then carefully went back to stroking him, leaning her head onto his abdomen.

With one hand moving through her hair, Brad’s finger began its slow descent down her pelvis, reaching dangerously low as he found himself treading below her hips. “La meeehhhh!” she cooed softly, breaking her pace against Brad’s shaft completely to take in several deep breaths. Finally, he could feel the break between her legs, whose touch made Meloetta gasp and squeeze her thighs in response, but for some reason, this just invited him in more. With one last trace down her groin, he slid his finger over the slit of her legs and steadily moved into her empty orifice.

She gasped again, only now her heavy breathing was becoming audible as her eyes struggled to stay open in her unknown fit of ecstasy. He then found a steady, slow pace, moving his finger in and out of her womanhood as her insides subtly gripped around him, inviting him to explore her inner cavity deeper. With her breathing becoming deeper and his finger growing wetter, there was no longer any way he could help the growing sensation of his shaft hardening between his legs. Meloetta’s eyes squinted open to see his penis before looking back up at Brad, almost like she was asking for permission, and with the nod of his head, she pulled her hair back and filled her mouth with Brad’s cock.

The blue-haired teen almost completely lost base with reality in the newfound sensation clenching between his legs, but coming back to real life, he noticed that his hand had stopped and quickly resumed fingering her as deep as he could. Meloetta, however, continued to suck him, using the suction of her mouth to provide him with kinesthetic pleasure while her body seized in her approaching orgasm.

“You're not gonna cum already are you? We haven't even gotten to the best part!”

Brad then pulled his finger out of the pokémon's vagina, dripping fluid that connected his finger to her orifice. Meloetta, on the other hand, quickly pulled her mouth off of Brad’s crotch and grabbed his hand in protest, practically pleading with him to go back inside her.

“Hey, don't worry, OK. Just trust me.”

Then, picking Meloetta up, he angled his penis, lowered her down onto his pelvis and gently squeezed himself back up the pokemon's throbbing insides. Meloetta slammed her face into Brad’s shirt, grabbing on as tighter as her vagina gripped Brad further in and making small hip movements up and down his member. The teenager, however, smiled weakly at the pleasurable pain that he was using to wrack her mind, running his fingers through her hair to amplify the effect.

The subtle thrusts quickly grew faster with Meloetta’s growing impatience, turning into forceful bounces onto his pelvis as she squeezed her arms around Brad’s waist. Now, suddenly, he was the one who felt like the vulnerable one, trying his hardest to get a good look at his dick going further into his partner, but squeezing his eyes closed when her inner walls dragged against him in all the right places. Brad grabbed hold of Meloetta’s small backside, making her coo in lust as he began adding his own thrusts to send shockwaves down her spine.

“M-meeeel! La letta!”

“Gettin’ close there?” The pokémon nodded, firming her grip onto Brad’s shirt and gently biting down on her lip. “Then I think I know what to do about that.”

Breaking the momentum, Brad quickly pinned Meloetta to the ground and began humping her into the grass beneath them, making her body visibly shudder from the newfound energy surging through her womanhood. She was beginning to pant heavily, trying to take in as much air as Brad’s member, but with every libidinous moan she made, she expelled all she had left in her lungs. The sensation was so new to her, so surprising, yet so enticing, that it felt like her ovaries were going to explode, and for some reason, she was begging him to make it happen.

Brad’s pacing grew quicker. Meloetta’s moaning grew louder. Both of them were sliding their crotches together as hard as they could. Brad then very quickly felt a tensing sensation in his balls and made one last thrust into the pokemon's genitals, pinning her harder into the ground and placing his lips sensually against hers.

Meloetta’s arms wrapped around Brad’s neck as her mouth navigated itself along with Brad while her vagina throbbed and contracted against his cock, pulling in the warm cum that was beginning to flood her insides. Pulse after pulse filled her up until it eventually seeped out the sides, unable to tame the torrent of tangible sexual desire shooting in from Brad’s penis.

With a grin, Brad lifted his mouth from hers, looked her dead in the eye and smiled. “Does that satisfy your curiosity for now?” Meloetta nodded weakly, her hips still reflexively beating to the rhythm of her subsiding aftershocks. “I have to admit, you were actually pretty good for your first time. I mean, that was your first time, right?”

The pokémon blushed. “M-melo mel.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Aaaaaanyway…” The blue-haired teen then put his hand onto his knee and weakly lifted himself up, pulling his jeans up along with him and doing his best not to accidentally leak any semen onto them. “I should probably get out of here. As fun as this was, I don't think running away from home is gonna fix anything anytime soon. Plus, I’d much rather eat an eggo than survive off berries.”

“Letta?”

Brad stopped before he even started moving, suddenly unable to break his gaze from Meloetta’s longing eyes. He had done this plenty of times, having one-night stands with girls and then taking off as soon as the dead was done, but Meloetta, for some reason, looked like she would be devastated if he did that to her.

“Oh, gosh. Could you quit with the Lillipup eyes? Look…” Brad put his hands into his pockets, trying to think of something to tell her that would make him feel less awful about leaving her like this, but nothing came to mind. “Maybe you can find someone else to have sex with? Oh, jeeze. That sounded horrible. OK, uhhh… What if I got you some more berries? Would you feel better then?”

Meloetta’s eyes broke contact and drifted to her feet while still projecting how horrible she was beginning to feel. Suddenly, however, her gaze was quickly shifted to a noise coming from not too far off.

“What? What is it?”

As Brad’s vision matched the direction of Meloetta’s, he began to make out a dark face hiding in the bushes, staring directly at them. As soon as he finally got a clear image of what was hiding, though, a sudden burst of flame soared through the air in his direction.

“La metta!!”

Before he even had time to react, Meloetta quickly jumped into the air, pushed Brad to the side and was engulfed in a violent inferno scorching her body. “NO! MELOETTA!” Quickly pulling himself off the ground, the blue-haired boy rushed to Meloetta’s side, lifting her head off the grass as gently as he could. “Are you OK? Please tell me you’re gonna be alright!”

“La… Mel letta…” The struggling Pokémon then pointed back to the bushes, and as Brad turned his head, he was quickly met with the eyes of a pyroar making its way towards them. “La… La…”

“Don't worry! I’ll get you out of here!” Brad then tried to pick Meloetta up so that he could get her to safety, but was immediately shoved away as she weakly wobbled herself back up to her feet. “What are you doing? You don't stand a chance against a pyroar like him, especially in the condition you’re in now!”

Meloetta, however, closed her eyes and began to float into the air, glowing a soft purple as the aura around her warped and twisted along the outlines of her body. The pyroar, however, didn't give the other pokémon much time to think as its low voice growled and its paws gradually made their way closer to its dinner.

“Meloetta! We have to get out of here NOW!!”

“Laaaaaaa MEEEEEEEELLLL!!!”

Meloetta then swung her arms towards the enemy pokémon, and as soon as she did, a fierce shockwave rang through the forest, picking the pyroar into the air and tossing into a nearby tree. Once the fire-type managed to get back to its feet however, it looked right up at Meloetta, and it looked pissed.

“Was that a psychic attack?!”

“Melo mel!”

“Well? Do you think you can do it again?”

Before either of them had any time to think, however, the enemy leapt towards the small psychic-type, bearing its large jaw and sharp fangs to take Meloetta down once and for all, but with her body shining a purple glow once more, she lifted her arms and flung them once more towards the pyroar.

“Laaaaa metta!!”

Suddenly, the fire-type froze in the air, surrounded by a blue light before its momentum changed, swinging it backwards as far into the woods as she could. Although neither of them saw where the pokémon had landed, they immediately heard the sound of footsteps running away, growing more and more quiet until they gradually disappeared.

“You…” Brad muttered, shaking from the adrenaline of the immediate battle. “You… You did it!” He then quickly went down to his knees and brought Meloetta into a big hug. “You won! We’re alive!”

“Mel! Mel!”

The both of them cheered happily, Brad smiling from ear to ear about winning his first battle and Meloetta laughing in joy from seeing her trainer’s enthusiasm. “I can't wait to tell my parents about… Oh…” The mood of the environment quickly dissipated as Brad realized the fight that he had had the night prior, and to make matters worse, he realized that not only would he have to return to his parents, he’d have to leave Meloetta behind.

“Letta?” the pokémon said, tilting her head from the obvious change in Brad’s tone.

“I… I should probably get going back home now. It was great meeting you, and thanks again for saving me. I guess… This is goodbye.”

Without wanting to delay the inevitable any further, Brad turned on his heels and started walking back to what he hoped was the exit back into Canterlot City, but as soon as he took his first step, he felt something tugging on the back of his shirt. Looking back, he saw Meloetta with pleading eyes that begged him not to leave. As Brad thought about what he should do, he couldn't help but chuckle at the pokémon trying its hardest to keep him there.

“You really don't want me to go?”

“Mello la letta!”

Brad chuckled again, running his hand through his blue hair and sighing loudly. “Alright… How about this? You can come home with me, but only if you promise to protect me in case another one of those things comes back. Deal?” With a bright smile, Meloetta lifted herself into the air and kissed Brad passionately, taking a seat next to him on his shoulder. “Looks like we’ll be together from now on, huh?”

“Mello la letta!”

And with that, the teenager and pokémon made their way to the exit of the Everfree Forest.

“I told you this wasn't a good time to lecture him about his life!” Brad’s mother shouted at her husband. “He just barely graduated from high school, and you want him to find a path in life now?!”

“Relax, dear,” he replied. “He’ll be back soon.”

“You don't know that! He’s been gone for 12 hours! He’s usually home by now!”

As soon as the words left her lips, both of their heads turned as the sound of their front door swung open and closed, and standing at the entrance to the house was a teenage boy with a pokémon sitting on his shoulder. “Hey, guys,” he said. “I’m back.”

“Oh, honey!” his mom exclaimed, rushing to give him a big hug. “I was so worried about… who’s this?”

“Mom, Dad, you were right. It’s time for me to grow up. Everyone else has a path that they’re on, and until now, I’ve just been goofing off. I’m sorry for blowing up at the two of you yesterday.”

“That’s alright, son,” his father said, coming in and giving him a hug of his own. “Now, aren't you going to introduce us to your friend?”

Brad looked over to his pokémon, who flashed back a smile as wide as his. “This is Meloetta, and she’s going to be my partner on my pokémon journey.”

His parents were speechless, looking at him in a joyous shock before laughing happily and bringing him back into a giant hug. “That’s great!” his father exclaimed. “Do you have any idea of a direction to head in?”

“I don't really know, but I think I’d like to head towards Ponyville Town and see where life takes me… if that’s alright with you guys.”

“Son,” his father said, grabbing him by the shoulders, “any direction you choose is fine with me.”

“Thanks, Dad. I guess that’s all I really came home to say.”

“Before you leave, let me just grab one thing.” His father then disappeared to his trophy room and returned back with a dark green backpack in his hands. “This was mine when I was a trainer, and now, I’d like you to have it.”

The teenage boy’s face lit up, quickly grabbing it from his hands, opening it up and pulling out a variety of pokéballs, potions, antidotes, and a dark blue hat. Holding back the emotion behind his eyes, he looked back up at his dad and said, “I’ll make you proud. I promise. Come on, Meloetta! Off to Ponyville Town!”

“Mello mel!”

And with that, Brad put the hat on his head, swung the backpack around his shoulders and made his way out the door, waving his parents off before disappearing into the outside wilderness. With a small grin, his father said to himself, “You don't need to make me proud, Flash. You already have.”

Magic Badge

10 years ago

Just over a dozen students filled the small space in the Pony Oaks Elementary, located by a small park in the suburbs of Canterlot City. The students had just finished their morning merriment of playing outside when their teacher, Ms. Cheerilee called them in to begin a new day of lectures and learning. As they entered one by one, they gleefully took their seats, ready for a new day of fun activities that their teacher had no doubt prepared for them.

“Good morning, everyone!” Ms. Cheerilee announced with a smile. “I've got great news! Today we're going to be learning about--”

“Drugs?”

Ms. Cheerilee's eyebrows furrowed as the subtle sounds of suppressed giggles became the only noise in the otherwise silent classroom. All of the eyes in the room were, of course, staring at Brad, whose feet were kicked up on his desk as he leaned back in his chair.

“Uh… No,” Ms. Cheerilee continued. “Unfortunately the school board has removed drug education from the curriculum after learning that we were basically just educating kids on where and how to buy drugs. Instead, we're going to focus on a much happier topic! Today we'll be talking about--”

“Slaves?”

“Bradly Flash Sentry, that is enough!” Despite the anger beginning to fill up in Ms. Cheerilee's eyes, the quiet laughter was beginning to become more audible as kids were no longer able to contain their chortles. “Kids, why don't you all open your books to page 12 and read together? Brad, I would like to talk to you outside for a moment.”

Without his smile ever leaving his face, Brad got up from his seat and followed Ms. Cheerilee out the door, but not without listening to the peanut gallery behind him as he made his way out.

“Now he's done it!”

“Ms. Cheerilee is probably gonna spank him after that one!”

“He's probably gonna get tossed out of school for good this time!”

“My mom said she wishes he was dead.”

Gently closing the door behind her, Cheerilee took in a deep breath and tried as hard as she could to smile. “Brad…”

“Ms. Cheerilee.”

“Do you… not like school?”

“Not particularly.”

“Is it because of me?”

“Huh? No, it's not you.”

“Is it the way I teach? Should I be doing something different?”

“No, it's not you or your teaching.”

“Then what is it?” Ms. Cheerilee's smile was gone, but her face wasn't angry like it was in the classroom. She sounded more like she was pleading with the young boy, and she appeared as though she would break out into tears at any moment. “Why do you make it so hard for me to teach class every single day? Why can't you just behave?”

“I dunno. I'm sorry, I guess.”

Brad turned his face away from Cheerilee's, his voice growing more agitated as his teacher berated him further.

“Brad, do you have any goals in life?”

“Like what?”

“Like… do you want to grow up to a policeman or a doctor or a--”

“Stripper?”

Cheerilee slapped her hand to her face, slowly pulling down her eyelids as her hand made its way down her cheeks. “Listen, Brad,” she continued, regaining her composure once more. “I’m not going to call your parents today, but I want you to be respectful from the moment we walk in until the moment that bell rings for us all to go home. Do we have a deal?”

“I guess so…”

“Now, if you have to get the sillies out of your system, I want you to do it now before we go back inside.”

“I dunno, Ms. Cheerilee. I have a lot of sillies in my system right now.”

“Then here's your chance. Do whatever you need to do to get them out.”

“Okaaaaay. If you say so!”

Brad then got to his knees, flipped over and laid himself down on the grass in front of Ms. Cheerilee, using his palms as a pillow to cushion his head. Although Cheerilee was confused, she knew that whatever he was doing would be worth it in the end... so long as he didn't interrupt the class for the umpteenth time.

“So… bright pink today, eh, Ms. Cheerilee? I personally prefer the color white, but I gotta admit, those flowers really do add some flavor.”

And then she realized that she was wearing a skirt.

“Brad… You're never going to make it in life.”

--

Present day.

“I'm not gonna make it, Meloetta!”

With his pokémon turning around in surprise, Brad fell to his knees before his face plummeted into the ground, right next to Meloetta. “Mel la me!” she urged her trainer, pulling on the lapels of his jacket, but Brad laid still in the dirt, too exhausted to move any further.

“Man, if I knew how far Ponyville Town was from home, I never would have left. Why don't you just go on without me? I'll catch up in a little bit.”

Meloetta sighed and shrugged. As much as she wanted to encourage him to keep moving, she could tell that there was nothing she could do to motivate him if he couldn't even pull his face out from the dirt.

“Melo la metta.”

Brad was still trying to figure out a way to understand his pokémon when she talked, but whatever she said this time probably wasn't all that important. The ground was so much softer on his face than on his aching feet, which he had been walking on for almost an entire day. The sun was beginning to rise already, and to be honest, Brad had never run a mile in his life, let alone walk to a completely different city. In fact, if it hadn't been for the venomous sevipers he found in the route bushes, he probably wouldn't have even made it as far as he had.

Poke, poke!

“Not now, Meloetta. I'm having the pirate dream again.”

“...”

Poke, poke!

“Great! I was about to find the buried tre--”

As Brad looked up at the white pokémon standing before him, he noticed that it looked completely different than how Meloetta normally appeared. It was slightly smaller with a giant flower petal covering its face like a helmet or a bowl haircut, and it was looking down at Brad with its stubby hand to its mouth and the utmost curiosity.

“...Meloetta?”

“...Ralts…?” it responded quizzically.

Suddenly, Brad jumped back up to his feet. “Wait! What are you?”

“...Ralts…?”

“Oh, yeah. Now I feel dumb.”

“Mel la la la!”

As Brad looked up at the tree branch above his head, he saw his pokémon on its back, laughing hysterically and wobbling back and forth. “You know what?” Brad said as Meloetta began to regain her composure. “Maybe I'll catch this thing and have him ride on my back while you stay in the pokéball!... Wait, you're a dude, right?”

“Ralts?”

“Meloetta mel la me metta.”

Turning his head, Brad began to realize that the two pokémon had begun their own inside conversation, which Brad still couldn't understand. The vein in Brad's forehead began to throb as his anger rose, but he wasn't going to let Meloetta have the last laugh this time. As far as he knew, Meloetta could have seen him as just as much of a joke as Ms. Cheerilee did, but he knew that when he started this journey, it meant that he would prove everybody wrong.

And it would all start with this pokémon.

“Good job distracting it, Meloetta, but I think I can take it from here.” Both pokémon then stopped their conversation to see Brad pulling out a pokéball and taking aim at Ralts, making the smaller one freeze up in fear. “You're mine!”

Reeling back like a pitcher, the blue-haired boy pulled his cap back and flung the ball at the pokémon, who covered its head in some attempt to shield itself, but as soon as the ball made contact, the ralts turned into a red light and swirled into the ball as it clamped itself shut. Once the pokéball fell to the ground, it began to shake violently, the red light on the center of the ball glowing brightly as the pokémon attempted to get out. Both Brad and Meloetta stared intently, never blinking, waiting for the very moment when it would either break out or admit defeat.

Wobble, wobble! Wobble, wobble!

“Come on… Come on…!”

Then, after three more shakes, the red light dissipated, and the ball fell still. Both the pokémon and the trainer remained with their eyes focused on the ball, too shocked to believe what had just happened, but as soon as the message finally sunk in, Brad leapt into the air in victory.

“Alriiiiiiight!!!” Without wasting another second, Brad rushed toward the ball and held it up proudly. “You see this, Meloetta? This proves that I'm a real pokémon trainer!”

Meloetta sighed and shrugged again. “La metta.”

As Brad smiled to himself at the sight of his newly captured pokémon, however, something in the background caught his eye. Putting the ball onto his belt for a moment, he moved past the tree on which Meloetta sat, pushing aside bushes and branches until finally, he could make out the image of a small town.

“Meloetta! Come look at this!” With curiosity in her eyes, the Pokémon floated down to Brad's shoulder and gasped with joy. “It's Ponyville Town! We made it!”

“Meloetta!”

“I bet we can find a bed somewhere! Actually, you know what? I'm too excited to sleep right now! How about we go straight to the gym?”

“Mel la me?”

“Of course I think it's a good idea!”

“Mel? La metta me?”

“OK, now I have no idea what you're saying, but I'm guessing it has something to do with food?”

Before Meloetta could even reply, her stomach began to rumble audibly, making the pokémon blush on embarrassment.

“No need to ask me twice. Let's go grab something to eat and challenge the gym leader!”

“Meloetta!”

Upon entering the city and having a hefty meal, the trainer and his pokémon made their way to the center of the town until finally, they reached a large building with a slanted roof and a design in the shape of a long, snake-like dragon. The stone plaque beside it read,

“This is it, huh? I finally get to meet my old friend again. Think you're ready?”

“La metta.”

“Alright, then. Let's go.”

Then, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he pushed open the gym doors and stepped into the dark building.

As Brad entered into the gym and closed the door behind him, the once bright environment turned into a dimly lit room with the only light being the torches that were scattered around the interior. The building was a large rectangle that stretched far across the side with a horizontal battle stage encompassing the majority of the area within, and just on the opposite side sat Twilight, the Ponyville Town gym leader.

The girl wore a vest made out of rough scales that imitated the skin of a dragon with black leather slacks and her hair tied up with an ornament that resembled a dragon's horn. She sat in a regal chair--a throne would describe it better--with her cheek resting against the back of her hand, almost as if she had been expecting him. Standing just in front of her was a purple and green dragon pokémon that Brad had never seen before, folding its arms and smiling at the challenger.

“Brad? Long time no see,” Twilight said, lifting herself from her throne. “How've you been?”

“Unlike everyone else,” Brad began, “I pretty much haven't changed since high school. Congrats on being gym leader, by the way, and uh… sorry about the whole popping your cherry and disappearing for a week. You know how awkward things can get right after your first time, right?”

“Awkward. Yeah. That definitely describes it.”

“Who's this joker?” the dragon spoke, turning his eyes towards Twilight and pointing in Brad's direction.

“Don't worry, Spike. He's just a guy I knew before becoming a pokémon trainer.”

“Are we just going to pretend that's normal?” Brad asked incredulously, gesturing towards Spike. “Like, first of all, I don't even friggin’ know what that thing is supposed to be. Second, do they all have the ability to form coherent sentences like that?”

Spike and Twilight exchanged glances toward each other, then back to Brad as Twilight put a hand to her hip. “So…” Twilight began, “are you here to catch up? That sounds like it would be fun, but I really have to be ready for challengers.”

Smirking, Brad put a thumb to his chest and declared, “You want a challenger? You've got one! I officially challenge you to a pokémon battle!”

Spike and Twilight looked at each other once more, but once the message sunk in, they both keeled over and began to laugh hysterically, holding their stomachs as their sides began to hurt.

“You want to battle Twilight?” the dragon asked between chortles. “You've gotta be kidding me!”

“I'm sorry, Brad, but Spike is right.” At this point, Twilight had regained her composure and was standing up straight again, although still wiping a tear from the earlier hilarity. “Gym battles are serious business. Gym leaders are here to act as qualifiers for the Pokémon League, not be your sparring partner.”

“I'm serious.”

As Brad spoke, his smirk was gone, with an unenthused expression emanating from his face. Meloetta also folded her arms in a serious tone as the two of them stared down the gym leader and her dragon.

Twilight tried to speak, but her surprise twisted her words before they even had the chance of forming in her mouth. “Wait, really? You're trying to enter the Pokémon League?”

“Is it really that much of a surprise to think that I could actually be trying to make something of myself?”

Twilight wanted to retort with a resounding “yes,” but in the situation she was in, she thought it would be better to be polite than to say what she was really thinking. “OK, Brad. You want a battle? I accept your challenge.”

Crap. As much as Brad wanted to hear those exact words, his tongue suddenly got caught up in his throat. He had never been in a pokémon battle before, but here he was declaring that he wanted to battle a certified gym leader and enter the Pokémon League! He had no idea how strong of a trainer Twilight was, but if there was anything he did know, it was that Twilight had spent countless hours researching what to do during any situation she would experience in battle.

Twilight made her way down the steps of her platform and to the west side of the gym as her dragon assistant took the center stage, just behind the official designated battle area. Trying to keep his composure, Brad made his way over to the other end of the gym, hiding how much he was shaking as his heart circled inside his chest. The twelve seconds it took Brad to reach the east side of the gym felt like five minutes, with each step feeling like he was carrying a wailord on his back until finally, he reached the trainer's box, staring down the Canterlot City gym leader.

“As I'm sure you know,” Twilight started, “I specialize in dragon-type pokémon. I hope you've done your homework, but it wouldn't be the first time you've forgotten. Only this time, you won't have me telling you all the answers with you swearing that you'll call me back when you finish that song you were working on.”

“Hey! That song is almost finished! And for the record, I think it's a pretty dang good--”

“We'll have two pokémon a side! Choose wisely.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Both Twilight and Brad turned their heads towards the dragon official in the center of the room. “Are both trainers ready?” The two trainers looked back at each other and nodded. “Challenger Brad vs. Gym Leader Twilight. Begin!”

Immediately upon receiving permission from the dragon referee, Twilight opened her vest and pulled out a pokéball, her eyes never leaving sight of Brad's. “Lucky for you, I'm still pretty new, so out of all the gym leaders in the Equestria region, you're lucky you chose to start out with me. Go, Axew!” Twilight then flung her pokéball to her side of the court, releasing a white glow and a small, green dragon.

“Aaaaxew!” it cried, glaring at its opponent.

Brad then put his hand to his belt, pulled out a pokéball of his own and turned his head to the companion on his shoulder. “Sorry, Meloetta, but I don't want to reveal my secret weapon just yet. Is that alright?”

“Mel la metta,” she replied nodding her head.

“Alright! Go, Ralts!” Brad then threw out his pokéball onto his side of the field, releasing his newly caught pokémon for its first ever battle. As soon as the light disappeared, the small, white pokémon lifted its stubby hand to its mouth, almost appearing as though it were sucking its thumb. “Ready, Ralts? Hit that axew with your most powerful move!”

Twilight bit her lip in anticipation with Brad on the other side close to breaking out in a cold sweat. All eyes were now on Ralts, whose gaze fell onto the enemy Axew, but after a few seconds of silence, the small, white pokémon turned back towards Brad and tilted its head to the side.

“Ralts?” it squeaked.

Twilight shook her head in embarrassment as Spike began to fall over in laughter again. “Even his own pokémon doesn't know what its moves are!”

Brad tried to keep his attention away from the laughing dragon as embarrassment began to build up inside him. “Come on, Ralts!” Brad pleaded. “You've gotta know something!”

“Brad…” Twilight spoke with a twinge of concern in her voice. “You didn't just barely catch this ralts, did you?” A sudden pain hit the man right in the stomach at the sad fact that Twilight not only saw right through him, but also made it seem like he was unaware of the most basic knowledge that any pokémon trainer should know. “When it's first starting out, it doesn't know any attacks yet. It needs experience before it's ready for battle. I thought you wanted to enter the Pokémon League.”

With each word Twilight spoke, the pain in Brad's heart grew worse and worse, as if she were taking a knife and dissecting his pride until she eventually tore out everything keeping him composed. Brad looked one more time at the baby pokémon, hoping that there was something that it was holding back, but instead he was met with the same confused gaze that he himself had.

“I'm sorry about this, little guy,” Twilight began, “but I have a job to do. Axew! Take care of it with dragon rage!”

The dragon pokémon opened its mouth to reveal a blue flame within beginning to ignite, but while oblivious to the situation behind it, the ralts continued to pensively tilt its head at its trainer. Slowly the blue flame began to grow brighter and larger as it suddenly engulfed the entirety of Axew's massive jaw.

“Ralts! Get out of there!”

“Axew! Now!”

As Ralts finally turned its head around to the enemy pokémon, a giant blue flame was inches from its face, threatening to close the gap within a fraction of a second. As Brad looked on in horror, all he could do was wait for the flames to subside and see the damage done to his newly acquired pokémon, but right as soon as he thought the flames would come to an abrupt stop, they continued to steamroll through the arena in a direct path towards him.

“Shit fuck!” Brad and Meloetta nosedived to the ground as the flames soared past him, barely missing his coat and heating his upper body. “Is that allowed? Like do you not care that your pokémon almost set me on fire there?”

“This doesn't make any sense,” Twilight said, expecting the flames to make a halt once they hit Ralts, but as she looked around the stage and found no trace of the baby pokémon, she feared the worst. “Axew, you don't think--”

“Ralts?”

Hearing a squeak behind him, Brad turned his head backwards to see Ralts holding onto the back of his pantleg, shielding itself for protection.

“Huh?” Brad blurted out. “How did you get back here?”

“That isn't possible.” All eyes turned toward Twilight, who rubbed her chin quizzically. “There's no way it knows teleport already. It shouldn't know any moves except growl.”

“So, wait, it does know moves?”

“I don't know. Maybe it just got away while we weren't looking. Either way, it won't last long against Axew.”

As Brad got back to his feet, the pokémon beside him continued to tremble, holding tighter as it gave quick glances to the dragon at the other side of the court. As gently as he could, Brad picked up his ralts, brought it to his face and gave it his warmest smile. “I know you're scared, but do you think you can give it one more try?” Ralts quickly shook its head, making Brad laugh as he patted the pokémon's head. “I just want to see if you know any attacks, and then you can be done, OK?”

Brad then set his ralts back onto the floor and nudged it forward, not giving it much of a choice as the green dragon awaited for it to return to the arena. As it took another step forward, its arms began to tremble in fear while its eyes paid more attention to the floor than to the enemy.

“Alright, Axew!” Twilight projected. “Are you ready for one more?”

“Now's your chance, Ralts! Hit it with anything you've got!”

As the green dragon pokémon opened its mouth to emit another blue flame, the timid ralts began to glow a faint purple, causing the dragon to momentarily stop in its tracks. Then, just as it was about to launch off another dragon rage, it suddenly began to feel the ground beneath it grow lighter and lighter. The dragon looked down at its feet, which were glowing blue and about 3 feet off the floor, when suddenly it was violently tossed backwards, soaring past the white outline of the arena and crashing into the wall of the gym.

“Axew!” Twilight shouted, running towards her pokémon.

Brad, on the other side of the gym, turned to his pokémon with his mouth wide open and muttered, “Did you do that?” Ralts, on the other hand, fled the court immediately and grabbed onto Brad's pantleg, shivering in fear again. With both trainers left in confusion, they both turned to Twilight's assistant, but as he looked back at both pokémon, all he could do was scratch his head in confusion.

“Well,” Spike started. “Didn't see that comin’. Axew is no longer able to battle! Twilight is down to one pokémon!”

Twilight, still in disbelief, turned back to her pokémon and gave it a gentle smile, patting it on the head while its eyes spun in circles. “You did good, Axew. Nobody can blame you for what happened.”

“However!” Both Brad and Twilight turned their heads back toward the assistant with confusion on their faces. “Ralts is also no longer able to battle! Brad is also down to one pokémon!”

“What?!” Brad interjected, but as he looked down at his pokémon trembling with fear, he began to realize that the dragon was right, and he had already made the promise that Ralts would be done after one attack. “Good job, buddy,” he said, patting Ralts on the head. “Just stay back and watch this next one, alright?” Ralts nodded its head and hid behind Brad's leg, poking its head out just enough to see the battle floor.

“Alright, Brad. I'll give you that one. I didn't realize your pokémon knew any psychic attacks, but sadly for you, I've already prepared for something like that.” Pulling out another pokéball from her vest, she pushed the button in the center of the ball and threw it out into the arena. “Go! Deino!” As the white light began to dissipate and the shape began to solidify, a black and blue dragon stood tall in the center of the court.

“Dein dein!”

Brad then turned to the pokémon on his shoulder. “Looks like it's your turn, Meloetta.”

“La metta!”

With a fiery determination, Meloetta leapt off of Brad's shoulder and landed just a few feet away from Twilight's deino. Twilight, upon seeing Brad's choice, put her hands on her hips and snickered. “I hope you know what you're doing, Brad,” she said. “I admit, this is my first time seeing one in person, but my research has told me that meloettas are psychic-type pokémon, and Deino here is a dark-type.”

“...”

“...”

“...Meaning…?”

“Ugh! It means that Meloetta is weak to dark-types! For the love of Celestia! Are you taking this seriously at all?”

“Sure I am. Watch this! Meloetta! Hit it with a psychic attack!”

Launching herself into the air, Meloetta wrapped her arms to her chest, began emitting a blue glow, and with all the force she had, snapped her arms towards her opponent, releasing a giant shockwave towards Twilight's deino. The force of the attack sent gusts of wind and dust flying all over the gym, making Twilight and Brad shield their eyes with their arms as their vests flapped in the breeze, but when the gusts faded…

“Deino dein?”

...Twilight's pokémon was left completely unscathed.

“That was a pretty impressive attack, Brad,” Twilight said victoriously as she rested her hands back onto her hips. “I'm surprised you managed to catch a pokémon with that much power, but you should have done your homework. Not only are psychic-types weak to dark-types, but psychic attacks do nothing against dark-type pokémon!”

“No…” Brad said under his breath, realizing that in this situation, his disadvantage had grown to an almost one-sided level. “Meloetta…”

Meloetta then turned back to Brad, but when he saw her defeated expression as she shook her head, he began to wonder if he should continue the fight or forfeit before his pokémon got hurt. He had gotten lucky with Ralts, but without being able to use psychic attacks, Brad had no more cards left up his sleeve.

“Let's not waste any more time, Deino!” Twilight announced. “Use dark pulse, now!”

Meloetta turned back to her opponent, but just as soon as her eyes were facing forward again, all the lights in her vision had faded away, leaving her blind as a fierce pulse bombarded throughout her body. Brad's pokémon screamed in agony, making the boy nearly jump into the arena to get her, but when he looked over at Spike's stern stare, he took a step back and watched as his pokémon flailed in pain.

Finally, when the attack was over, Meloetta landed flat onto the ground, motionless, as if she were dead. “That's it!” Brad exclaimed. “I'm ending the match! Twilight, you w--”

“Meloetta!”

Brad's words were cut off when his pokémon, lifting her upper body off the ground with a shaking arm, held up her other arm as if to ask him to wait. Then, with shaking legs, she pulled herself back up to her feet, panting, but still maintaining her balance just enough to continue the fight.

“You… want to keep going?”

“La me,” Meloetta replied, nodding her head while never breaking eye contact with the black dragon.

“Well?” All eyes then turned to Twilight's assistant, who was tapping his foot impatiently with folded arms. “Are you gonna stop the match or not?”

Brad looked over at Meloetta once more to make sure, but with another nod from his pokémon, he said, “Yeah. We're not ready to back down just yet.”

Twilight shrugged in amusement. “Well, as gym leader, I can't end the battle unless one of us forfeits or can no longer continue. Just a word of advice for you: Meloetta is a dual psychic/normal-type. If she knows any normal-type moves, I would suggest using them now.”

“Meloetta? Any ideas?” Meloetta stopped to think, but as she wracked her brain for answers, nothing came to her mind. “Please…”

“I think I've given you all the hints I can. Deino, let's finish this. Give it another dark pulse!”

Suddenly, Meloetta's field of vision went black again. She was in the same darkness as she was before, and if she didn't act fast, she would be consumed again, only this time, she wouldn't get back up. As Brad looked on, knowing exactly what was going to happen, and with no answers on how to fight back, he fell to his knees and waited for a miracle...

...And then he heard a voice.

“La, la la la la la, la la la la, la, la la, la la la la la la, la laaaaa.”

Fighting his better instincts and looking up to see his pokémon once again, he noticed something far different than what he was expecting only moments before. Through the darkness that engulfed her, Meloetta continued to sing, and as her voice rang through the gym, her hair began to lift from her shoulders above her head. Her microphone piece sifted through the notes in her hair, changing it from a bright green into a burnt brown until it began to rest on top of her head in a spiraling bun. The most surprising thing, however, was that even though the darkness was pummeling through her body, she maintained her composure as if the attack didn't even phase her.

“What?” Brad gasped. “Meloetta… You're OK?”

As the attack ended, Meloetta turned to her trainer and smiled. “La metta,” she responded with a nod.

“How can this be?!” Twilight asked aloud, taking a step back in shock. “That attack should have ended the battle! Was there something I missed? Did I not study hard enough?”

“To be honest, I'm just as confused as you are. Meloetta, do you think you've got this?”

Meloetta turned her head over her shoulder, and with a seductive wink, she replied, “La me.”

“Alright, Meloetta! Let's show Twilight just how strong you are!”

“Mel meloetta!”

Then, in the blink of an eye, Meloetta disappeared from the stage, leaving everyone but Brad with a confused look on their face. Suddenly, Meloetta appeared inches from Deino's face as it launched a bone-crushing kick across its face, sending it hurdling several feet back, but before it could even touch the floor again, Meloetta appeared once more behind it, sending a harrowing punch into Deino's gut.

“What?!” Twilight exclaimed. “Close combat?! I don't know of any psychic-types that can use that!”

“Well, you're looking right at one. Meloetta! Keep it coming! Don't hold back!”

“La mel! La mel! LA MEL!”

With each punch and each kick, Meloetta found herself growing weaker, but with the battle close to its end, she sunk her fists as hard as she could, hoping for that one critical hit that would end the match altogether.

“Deino! Don't let her get another hit in! Use dragon rage as soon as she gets close enough!”

“This is your chance, Meloetta! Brick break! Now!”

The half-second that followed felt as though time itself had stopped with both sides anxious to see whose attack would hit first. Meloetta's fist was closing in fast, but Deino's mouth was already glowing a bright blue. Time stood still... and then it was over.

Both pokémon fell to the ground, seemingly unconscious. Both Brad and Twilight exchanged nervous glances at their pokémon and Spike, trying to keep an eye on the bodies in the middle of the room while keeping close attention on the dragon referee. “Who hit first?” was all anyone could think, but just as the referee was about to make his decision, one of the bodies in the middle began to move. Subtly at first, but with enough momentum to lift its head up, the pokémon wobbled its shaking feet until it was the only one standing in the arena.

“Meeeeeel metta!”

Spike coughed on his own spit, but after sucking in enough air to speak, he held up his left arm towards Brad and announced, “Deino is no longer able to battle! Challenger Brad is the winner!”

Everyone remained speechless for a moment, but that silence was quickly shattered as Brad and Meloetta both jumped into the air, cheering with joy. “We did it!”

“Mel la me!”

Twilight was still in complete awe, but realizing the scenario before her, she exhaled a breath that she had been holding in, hung her head low and approached her pokémon, still lying in the middle of the floor. “You did good, Deino,” she said gently, pulling out her pokéball to summon it back inside. Then, looking at Brad, she lifted herself off the ground, patted off some dust from her slacks and reached into her vest. “Congratulations,” she continued, pulling out a star-shaped badge from inside one of her pockets. “You've earned this. The magic badge is yours.”

Brad held out his hand as the gym leader placed the metallic pink star into his palm, and for the next few moments, all Brad could do was smile to himself as he stared at his achievement. “You know something?” Brad started. “When I walked in here, you thought I was a joking when I said I wanted to enter the Pokémon League.”

“You're right, Brad, and I believe that you can make it. Just remember, I'm still pretty new to this whole gym leader thing, so I really had no idea what I was doing out there.”

“Heh. Wouldn't be the first time you didn't know what you were doing. BAZINGA!”

Twilight didn't know whether she should be offended or laugh, which showed on her face as it contorted into a mix between a smile and a grimace. “You know, Brad,” Twilight began, “you winning this gym badge is probably the first time you've actually brought me to my knees.”

“...Meloetta, Ralts, I'm gonna need both of you in your pokéballs for a minute.” Before Meloetta could even voice her disapproval, Brad pulled out his two pokéballs from his pocket and summoned his pokémon inside, never dropping eye contact with the smirking gym leader.

“Spike, I need you to wait outside for a minute.”

“What did I do?” Spike contested, but after a fiery glare from Twilight, he held up his hands and backed away slowly. “Alright, alright. I'll go look for dragon gems or something.”

Silence followed until the purple dragon made his way outside, slowly creaking the door shut behind him. As soon as they knew they were alone, both trainers smiled at each other, hinting that they both knew what was coming next.

“So… you finish that song yet?” Twilight asked, batting her eyelashes.

“It's a work in progress,” Brad replied with his voice growing softer.

“I guess that gives you an excuse in case you ever want to run away and play pokémon trainer without making any long term commitments.” As Twilight spoke, she began to move in closer, her eyes never leaving Brad's.

“I'm a pretty busy guy.”

By this point, their chests were practically touching as Twilight reached up and began running her hand through Brad's hair. “And I'm just a girl who falls for any boy who can play the guitar.”

“You wanna hear me play something?”

“Later.” Her voice descended into a faint whisper as she got up on her toes, pulled Brad by the neck with one hand and rested her other onto his shoulder, kissing him passionately in a fervor she had been waiting patiently for. The teenage boy then wrapped his hands around Twilight's waist, pulling her in closer as their mouths navigated around each other's.

“You know, you really hurt my feelings with that thing you said,” Brad said with a smile as soon as Twilight's lips broke apart to breathe.

Twilight giggled. “I never knew you were so sensitive.”

“Are you telling me that I didn't hurt your feelings at all?”

“Nope! You wanna know why?” Twilight grinned seductively, her hand moving down Brad's shoulder all the way to his belt. “Because this time, I'll know exactly what I'm doing.”

By the time Twilight had finished her sentence, Brad's belt had already been undone, and within just a few painstaking seconds, she managed to unbutton his pants, pull down his zipper and ease her hand into Brad's boxers. Brad bit his lip at the feeling of Twilight's fingers moving up and down his shaft, all while she looked up at him with eyes that seemed to say, “I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now.” By this point, his penis had already grown as big as it could get, popping out of his boxers slightly as the tip of Twilight's fingers danced from the base of his shaft up to the head.

Twilight then looked up from Brad’s dick to meet his eyes, which immediately nodded, giving her permission she didn't need, and without a second's hesitation, she slowly descended to her knees, grabbed the hem of his boxers and pulled them down to his ankles, freeing his penis which nearly slapped Twilight in the face.

“Hmm…” Twilight mumbled as she continued to play with Brad's member. “What should I do with you?”

“Are you really going to make me say it?” Brad asked with a chuckle.

“I'm not gonna do it unless you ask me to.”

“I think you underestimate my persuasion skills.” Before Twilight could interrogate him further, however, Brad nudged his cock into Twilight's already open mouth, catching her off guard at first, but as soon as Twilight got a good taste of his manhood against her tongue, she quickly closed her eyes and began moving her mouth back and forth.

Reeling his head back with pleasure, he ran his hand through Twilight's hair, helping navigate her head as it bobbed back and forth, gradually taking in more and more of his erect penis. Every so often, his hips would reflexively move forward, making the feeling of Twilight's lips sliding down the skin of his shaft all the more enticing. Then, seeing the reaction she was creating for him and looking to add more fuel to the fire, she gently grabbed hold of the base of his dick, moving it in tandem with her mouth, gripping him harder and harder.

“Ohhhh, Twilight… When did you get so good at this?”

Twilight then popped Brad's penis out of her mouth, but not without keeping her hand in a back and forth rhythm to maintain his erection. “See what you've been missing?”

Brad chuckled. “I haven't seen anything yet.”

Twilight's eyebrows furrowed, but she couldn't hold back the mischievous smile that was beginning to form on her face. Without saying another word, she flicked her ponytail behind her shoulders, pulled down her dragon vest and plopped it onto the floor, subtly puffing out her chest to build the erotic tension. Twilight then waited for Brad's response, but being left with no words to express himself, his little guy down south had to do the communication for him, pulsing as more and more blood traveled through it. Twilight, upon looking down and seeing just the kind of reaction she was looking for, then crossed her arms downward and lifted her shirt above her head, tossing it to the floor beside them.

“Doing alright so far?” Twilight asked with a smirk, discreetly leaning forward to reveal more of her cleavage as her bra pushed her boobs together.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah! Hold on a second!” As soon as the message sunk in as to what they were doing, Brad quickly threw off his vest, pulled his shirt over his head and pulled his arms out of his sleeves, casting it alongside Twilight's. At this point, however, he noticed that he was completely naked (aside from his pants still hanging onto his ankles) whereas Twilight still had on her black slacks and purple bra.

“Sooo…” Twilight began, smirking as her arms bent behind her back. “I'm guessing you want me to join you, then?”

Without saying another word, Brad lifted Twilight's chin up to his to pull her into a hard, passionate kiss, and as soon as Twilight's hand moved from her back to Brad's bare shoulder, her bra fell to the floor. The teenage boy then moved his hand towards Twilight's hair, pulling out the dragon ornament to let Twilight's hair fall down while his other hand pressed against her back, squeezing their bare chests together. As their mouths caressed each other's lips, every so often, the purple-haired girl would need to pull off momentarily to catch her breath, but Brad would quickly reconnect their tongues, making Twilight's nipples become more firm with her heightened arousal.

“I can't take it anymore,” Twilight said, pushing herself from Brad's grip. Quickly, she unzipped her slacks, pulled her knees out and hopped on one foot while she slid her legs out completely, one leg at a time. Noticing Brad's firm stare, however, she then slowly turned away, bent forward, and gradually slid her panties down her pelvis, giving him a painstaking view of her ass as she stepped out of her undergarments. “Ahhh! So much better! Don't you think?”

Brad gulped. He wanted to be inside her so bad, but it was obvious that Twilight wanted to tease him for as long as she possibly could. Unfortunately for Brad, though, her plan was working perfectly.

“Oops!” Twilight said suddenly. I think I dropped something over here. Silly me!” Then, looking back just enough to see Brad's reaction, she bent forward to the ground, separating her legs just enough to see her vulva, practically winking at him, urging him to come forward and penetrate her.

Which is exactly what he did.

“Mmmmm!” Twilight groaned as Brad grabbed hold of both her hips and gently squeezed his way between Twilight's thighs. He had forgotten how tight Twilight was, but getting back into rhythm, he found his way through her inner tunnel and pressed himself in as deep as he could go.

Just the feeling of the nostalgic sensation of Twilight's insides made his nerves shake at how good his orgasm would be, making him debate with himself if he even wanted to pull out at the end. As Twilight's pelvis bounced against his, Brad ran his fingers down the center of her back, making her involuntarily arch her spine and clench her crotch harder against his ever-stiffening shaft.

“Looks like I found a sweet spot,” Brad whispered.

“Almost. Just a little deeper.” Complying with Twilight's words, Brad subtly lifted Twilight's hips upward against his hips, carrying his manhood further down into her vagina. “Right there! Yes! So gooood! Mmmm!!”

With the green light from the dragon girl, Brad began to pick up the pace, creating a loud splash that echoed throughout the gym every time his crotch collided into hers. Twilight's hands began to rest on top of her knees, using all the strength she had to keep her balance while Brad weakened her with every thrust. Her breathing had become sporadic, taking in large breaths in between her aroused moans, but with every audible gasp that escaped her lips, Brad inserted himself deeper, waiting for the blissful moment when he could decorate her from the inside.

“OK, hold on!” Brad said breathlessly, pulling himself out as soon as he began to feel a pressure building in his balls. He wanted to finish inside her more than ever had before, but he wanted to savor Twilight's body as much as he possibly could before finishing. “Get on top of me.”

Twilight smiled at being given her new command. As she wobbled her way back up and turned around, Brad shakily got to the floor, positioning his legs between Twilight's so that she could get on top of him. As soon as Brad got into position, Twilight got down to her knees, lifted Brad's cock in her hands and gently slid herself onto his phallus, knocking her head back and inhaling deeply at the familiar feeling of her folds being navigated.

Brad helped kick things off by lifting his waist off the floor, but as soon as Twilight could reclaim what little composure she had left, she placed her hands onto Brad's shoulder, bouncing herself on his pelvis. The teenage boy looked down at the gorgeous sight of Twilight's labia spreading around his dick while a glistening residue spread across his skin, then up to her breasts, skipping against her rib cage as her nipples stared Brad in the eyes, but the real prize was Twilight squeezing her eyes shut in pleasure, mixing her expression between a smile and unbearable itch that she needed Brad to take care of.

“You gettin’ close?” the boy asked breathlessly, secretly hoping that he could finish as soon as he was given permission. Twilight, too intoxicated with the sensation in her loins, simply bit her lip and nodded, grabbing his shoulders tighter as her eyes squeezed in an almost painful ecstasy.

As soon as Twilight reached the apex of her next thrust, Brad lifted his hips up to meet her in the air. Suddenly, the blue-haired teen was making her entire body bounce as Twilight's spine arched backwards, reaching back to the floor to keep her from falling over with every violent thrust of Brad's hips. Twilight's moaning gasps had become high-pitched squeaks of bliss, no longer able to exhale her breath without crying out in her arousal. Every time Brad’s member reached all the way to Twilight's cervix, it caused her to get louder, her pitch growing higher, and her hole clenching tighter.

“I want you to cum for me, Twilight.”

“I'm so close!”

Brad picked up his pace to twice the speed, praying that he could send her over the edge before prematurely climaxing. Lifting his back off the floor with his elbows, he grabbed hold of Twilight's legs, using all the force he could to penetrate her as deep as he could go.

“Mmmm, so good!” Twilight breathed. “I'm so close! I'm gonna… I’m... Aaaahhh!!!”

Brad then began to feel her insides contract and pull with even more liquid dripping down her thighs. “Shit!” Brad thought. “Do I pull out? Should I finish on her tits or--Oh, wait… Nevermind. It's happening.”

As soon as Twilight's inner walls began to be covered in semen, her breathing stopped for a good three seconds before releasing her loudest scream yet, far too aroused to give any thought to the repercussions. What she wanted at that moment then and there was to have her pussy completely filled with Brad's cum, and the louder she screamed, the more warm liquid began to build up between her thighs.

Finally, as the feeling in his balls began to slowly calm down, he gently began to let go of Twilight's legs and fall back onto the floor, while Twilight mirrored his actions, dripping a white liquid from between her lower lips. Even after finishing, he couldn't keep his eyes off of Twilight's breasts, which rose and fell along with her chest as she finally managed to suck in the vast amount of air around her.

“Do…” Brad began, struggling to breathe himself. “Do you think I went a little too far there?”

“Mm-mm,” the gym leader replied shaking her head, still looking up at the ceiling. “You have no idea how much I wanted that.”

“Think you'll be able to get it all out?”

“Maybe.” Both teenagers then wobbled their way up to their feet with Brad helping Twilight up by the hand. Before she could even reach her balance, however, she began to push out as much of Brad's seed onto the floor as she could, using her finger to pull out anything that was left. “Eeewww! Braaaad!”

The blue-haired boy chuckled. “What is it, Twilight?”

“It's all sticky!”

“Good luck cleaning that all up, by the way.”

“What?!” Once Twilight looked up from her semen-filled vagina, she noticed that Brad had already pulled his pants back up to his waist and was about to have his shirt back on as well. “You're helping too, you know!”

“What for?” Brad winked, holding up the star-shaped pendant given to him just a few minutes prior. “I already got what I wanted.”

“Flash! Don't think you can just leave me here pulling cum out of my pussy before I even put my clothes back on!”

“That's the problem, isn't it?” With his clothes back on, he looked over his shoulder to Twilight and began to open the gym doors. “I never think.”

Thus, leaving Twilight with both of their passion dripping down her legs, he pulled back his cap and made his way down the path to his next gym badge: Fillydelphia City.

“Fluttershy, here I come.”

Kindness Badge

“Ouch! You're stepping on my foot!”

“Maybe if they weren't so big, you wouldn't be having this problem.”

“Both of you! Quiet!”

The Ponyville Town gym didn't have many windows to allow light into the dimly-lit arena, which meant that if anyone wanted to peak in and get a good look at what was happening inside, there definitely wouldn't be much space to see. That didn't stop three girls, however, from doing everything they could to squish together to view what they could of the action unfolding within the gymnasium before them. Stepping on each other's toes and pushing each other with their hips, they each tilted their heads to see as much as they could through the tiny window that separated them from all the action.

“Are you seeing this?”

“I can't see anything with Aria's elbow in my eye!”

“Maybe if someone had their elbow in my eye, I wouldn't have to look at your ugly face anymore.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Girls! If neither of you can shut your mouths, we're all going to have our covers blown!”

Then, something happened inside the gym that made all of them freeze in place. Each of them stopped struggling as their eyes glued down onto the window, staring intimately at the battle as the tide began to shift in a way that none of them expected. With a grin growing on each of their faces, they all looked at each other and nodded, pulling themselves away from the gym with a night and day change to their demeanors.

“I think we may have just found what we've been looking for,” said the blonde girl in the middle.

“A pokémon with a song like that would be perfect!” replied the blue-haired girl beside her.

“We're gonna have the entire Equestria region under our control,” the final girl with magenta pigtails chimed in. “What's the plan, Adagio?”

The blonde-haired girl put her hands on her hips with a sly smirk spreading from ear to ear. “We're going to wait until his guard is down, and then…” Adagio chuckled. “We're going to steal that Meloetta.”

Creeeeeak!

“Shoot! Someone's coming out!”

“Let's hide in those bushes!”

As the door to the gym opened up, a purple dragon made his way outside, closing the door angrily behind him and kicking a pebble as far as he could in his newfound frustration. “Of course the dragon isn't allowed to be there while she catches up with high school friends. What does she think I am? A baby? There'd better be some dragon gems around here somewhere.”

Suddenly, the bushes began to rustle in the background, causing Spike to look up in curiosity, but with nothing catching his eyes immediately, he slowly tiptoed to the area where the sound had originated. “Aha!” he shouted, opening up the bushes, but to his surprise, all he saw was an empty patch of grass, making him scratch his head in confusion. “Huh. I must be imagining things.” As he turned around, though, he noticed the small window that separated him from whatever was going on inside the gym. “I don't think they would mind if I just took a peek… WHAT THE--EEWW! GROSS!”

“Mel la mel meloetta!”

“Look, I already told you! I don't know why that dragon guy was so pissed off when I walked out of the gym.”

“La metta?”

“What was I doing in there? Uh… You know what? Let's see if I can find you some berries.”

As Brad left through the eastern entrance to Ponyville Town, the two of them found themselves on a dirt path as they made their way to Fillydelphia City, where Brad sought his next gym badge. Despite being such a bright and sunny day, however, the two of them were completely alone, isolated from any trainers or travelers making their way to or from Fillydelphia City. It was nice that the two of them could bond together without anyone giving him weird looks for wearing his pokémon on his shoulder, but it also felt eerie and somewhat suspicious.

“What kind of berries do you like most? Oran berries? Let's see if we can find some of those. Sound good?”

“Meloetta.”

“No, I am not looking for berries just to distract you from answering your question! I've just moved onto something more important. Hey, look! I think I may have found something!”

As Brad searched the trees around the path, he finally encountered a tree whose branches towered above them several stories in the air, but also carrying a copious amount of berries.

“La metta?”

“What are you talking about? Flash Sentry is Canterlot City's number one tree-climber. You don't have to worry your pretty little head.” With his arm rotating in circles to loosen up his joints, Brad pulled his arms out of his jacket and wrapped it around the trunk of the tree, using it as support for him to climb up. “You know something?” he continued, keeping his eyes focused on the prize at the top of the tree. “I was thinking that when we get to Fillydelphia City, we should stop at a hotel. We didn't get much time to rest back in Ponyville Town, and to be honest, I was kinda hoping we could try anal--”

“MELOETTA!”

“Fine! I'll settle for a blow job if you're really that opposed to--”

Then, as soon as Brad reached one of the branches and had the chance to look down, he saw three girls on the ground, tying Meloetta up. One of them tied her wrists together while the second blindfolded her and the third gagged her, and without hesitation, Brad slid his body down the tree and grabbed one of the girls by the collar of her shirt. As soon as he did, however, the girl kneed him in the gut, causing him to lose his grip as the three girls began to carry the struggling Meloetta away.

“Oh, no you don't!” Brad muttered in pain, reaching for a pokéball on his belt. “Ralts! Use confusion and save Meloetta!”

Throwing his pokéball as far as he could, a shiny white light emerged from the ball, taking the shape of a small, white pokémon who immediately began focusing its psychic energy. Suddenly, the three girls all froze in place with a blue light covering the contours of their bodies and sending them flying into the air. Once they finally reached the ground, the three of them fell on top of each other, groaning in pain as they slowly attempted to pull themselves off of each other's bodies.

“That could have gone better,” said the girl with the blue ponytail.

“Maybe if we hadn't been waiting for you to figure out how to tie a knot the whole time,” replied the girl with pink pigtails as she caressed her aching back.

“Oh, so this whole thing was my fault?”

“Hey!” Brad shouted, approaching the dogpile of girls on the ground. “What do you think you're doing?!”

Quickly, the three girls got off of each other and returned to their feet, each of them striking a pose. Their outfits all matched, sporting a short white skirt and even shorter top, displaying a large, red “S” in the center of their chests.

“Prepare for nipples!” declared the blonde one.

“And make it triple!” said the girl with pigtails.

Brad, however, scratched his head in confusion, not sure if he was being robbed by strippers or if they were legitimately part of some not-so-secret crime organization.

“To arouse the senses that plague your mind!”

“To ensnare your body and make it mine!”

“To brainwash the people of Equestria!”

“To steal your heart and make you fall in love!”

“Adagio!”

“Aria!”

“Sonata!”

“Team Siren will make you adore us!”

“Now give yourself up and grovel before us!”

“My favorite pokémon is haxorus!”

Suddenly, the Adagio girl broke character and grabbed that chick Sonata by the collar of her shirt, bringing their faces together while she snarled angrily. “How many times do we have to go through this?! You're supposed to say, ‘That's our motto, now time for the chorus!’ What's the point of practicing every single day if you can never get it right when we perform?”

“I never really got that, though,” Sonata explained. “Like, we're supposed to go straight into a pokémon battle after that, right? Is that supposed to be the chorus? Talk about lame!”

“Coming from a girl who likes dragon-type pokémon,” retorted Aria sarcastically.

“Uh… excuse me?” Then, the three bickering girls turned their heads towards Brad, who was lifting up his hand as if he were asking for permission to speak. “Can I go now? I kinda wanna get to Fillydelphia City so I can take a nap. I still haven't slept since yesterday.”

Adagio smirked, believing she had just found a new weakness that she could exploit. She then pointed her finger towards Brad and said, “We want that Meloetta. Its song is the most powerful attack a pokémon could have, and we won't let it be wasted on a novice trainer who doesn't even know how to use it!”

“Adagio,” Sonata interrupted. “We don't know how to use it either.”

“You idiot! He can hear you!”

Sonata angrily put her hands to her hips. “That doesn't make me wrong, you know!”

As the girls continued to bicker, however, Brad's attention quickly drifted away to a pokémon running from one bush to another. Taking one more quick look to make sure they were still too preoccupied on their own argument to notice him, Brad tiptoed over to the bushes, pulling out his pokéball for when he had a good angle to throw. Finally, he could make out a brown bunny munching on some berries growing from one of the branches.

“You're mine,” he said to himself quietly before reeling back his arm. “I don't really know what you are, but you're joining my team!”

Finally, everyone's face, including the buneary's, was locked onto Brad's as he threw his pokéball, changing the rabbit into a red light and sucking it into the ball. Nobody moved except for the pokéball, which wiggled violently on the ground as the pokémon tried to get free.

“Come on,” Brad said, clenching his fists and waiting for the ball to stop moving.

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle…

Then, as everyone held their breaths, the pokéball froze with the red light in the center of the ball disappearing completely. He had done it. With literally nothing but a pokéball and small amount of surprise, he had managed to add a third member to his team out of nowhere.

“Would you look at that?” Adagio said with a smile, bringing Brad's head back into the matter at hand. “You caught a replacement for your meloetta. We're all so happy for you. Now, give us Meloetta, or we'll have to take her by force.”

Suddenly, as all three members of Team Siren pulled out pokéballs, the situation Brad was in immediately became much more severe. He had anticipated them only being amateur bandits, but if they all had pokémon, there was little chance of him being able to take on all three of them, especially since two of his pokémon were still pretty new. Then again, if his options were giving up Meloetta and having a three on one pokémon battle, it wasn't like he had much of a choice. Without hesitating for another moment, he bent down to pick up his new pokémon while staring his opponents down with an intense focus.

“That's a shame,” Adagio spoke, reeling her arm back. “Go! Chatot!”

“Go! Noibat!”

“Go! Whismur!”

Once all three pokéballs landed on the ground, three white lights emerged, taking the shape of a small, pink ball, a purple bat with large, spherical ears and a multicolored bird. None of them looked too scary, but at the same time, Brad didn't want to underestimate them like they were underestimating him.

“So it's a triple battle, then?” he asked with a cocky smile. “Works for me. Meloetta! Ralts! Buneary! Go!”

With Meloetta taking center stage and Ralts quickly approaching, Brad threw his final pokéball, releasing his inexperienced buneary in between the two veteran pokémon. Both Ralts and Whismur shook with fear, Buneary and Noibat both seemed oblivious to what was going on, but Chatot and Meloetta both seemed ready for battle. It was the perfect match up in terms of ability, evolution and personality, which just meant that the outcome would be a total toss up. Brad would either escape or lose his most valuable pokémon.

“Last chance to surrender, boy,” Adagio said confidently, “especially if the only good pokémon you have is that one meloetta.”

“Coming from a chick that legitimately started her motto with ‘prepare for nipples’ and ended with ‘my favorite pokémon is haxorus.’”

“Hey!” Sonata shouted dejectedly. “There is nothing wrong with haxoruses! They're a dragon-type, and dragon-types are my favorite! Isn't that right, Noibat?” The purple bat squeaked happily, making Adagio slap her hand to her face.

“LIKING HAXORUSES IS NOT PART OF THE MOTTO!”

“Well,” Sonata replied, “if it was, then maybe he would take it more seriously!”

“He’s not taking us seriously because you like haxoruses!”

As the two girls bickered between themselves, the third team siren member groaned in frustration. “Am I seriously going to have to do this whole thing myself? Whismur!” Her pokémon jumped in fear. “Show those pokémon we mean business. Use supersonic now!”

With trembling feet, the small pink ball emitted a high-pitched screech, causing Brad to shield his ears. When he looked up at his team, though, they seemed almost entranced by the noise, but once the sound died down, they switched glances between the enemies and fellow team members, unsure of whom to attack. Unfortunately for Brad, however, he was just as clueless of what was going on as his pokémon were.

“Meloetta!” he shouted. “Are you OK?”

“La metta!” she replied, waving her hand in the air.

“Good! Now hit ‘em with a psychic attack and end this thing!”

“Melo metta!” Brad smiled at the confidence of his pokémon, but that smile quickly faded as Meloetta turned towards Ralts and Buneary, readying her attack.

“Whoa,” Brad said cautiously, holding up his hands. “Meloetta, what are you doing?”

It was almost as if none of his pokémon could hear him anymore, like they had all just decided for some reason that they would much rather fight each other, and he had no idea how to stop it. “Laaaaaaaa MEEEEEEEEEL!!” With all the power she had, Meloetta then released a shockwave of pure psychic energy towards both Buneary and Ralts, which Ralts managed to teleport away from, but hitting his newest pokémon in a direct collision.

“Buneary! NO!” Brad, gritting his teeth, then turned towards Meloetta in fury, making her shrink from his fiery gaze. “What the hell did you do that for?!”

“Ha!” the blonde chuckled. “Looks like Meloetta really does want to work with us after all. You might want to call back your other pokémon before it gets hurt any further, though.”

Brad didn’t want to admit it, but he was losing this battle already, and if he let his pride get in the way of things, one of his pokémon might not make it out of that battle. Just as he went to grab Buneary’s pokéball from his belt, however, he saw the rabbit begin to hobble its way back up to its feet, looking like it was ready to make another stab at it. “Buneary?” Brad mumbled in disbelief. “Are you OK?”

Suddenly, Adagio knew exactly what was going on and bit her thumb in frustration. “You’re telling me out of all the moves that it could possibly learn, it just happened to know endure?!”

Then, snapping out of its confusion, Meloetta quickly realized what she had done, voicing her urgent apology, but Brad was still too concerned about his newly acquired pokémon to pay her any mind. “Alright, Buneary,” he said, pulling the pokéball from his belt. “I know you want to be all tough here, but I don’t want you getting hurt here. I’m calling you back.”

“Bun bun!” the wobbly pokémon replied, holding up its paw.

“You… want to keep going?”

“Bun buneary bun!”

“You’re saying that you getting hurt was Team Siren’s fault and that you want to stop them?”

“Bun bun!”

Brad had no idea how he was beginning to understand it, but just because he understood didn’t mean he agreed. “No. You’re going back in the ball. You’re already hurt bad enough as it is, and I don’t want anything else happening to you!”

“Buneary!” Its voice was growing louder in anger, almost a desperation to stay out and fight longer as if giving up now would leave a scar that would last forever. Then, pulling itself to its feet, it began to bounce back and forth like a fighting-type pokémon, glaring at the whismur with its blood boiling inside.

All three girls were now staring straight at the weak target, and Brad knew that if he didn’t do something now, it might not survive their next attack. “Now, girls!” Adagio shouted, pointing her finger towards Brad’s buneary. “Chattot! Use chatter!”

“Noibat! Gust attack!

“Whismur! Uproar!”

As soon as the three girls opened their lips, Brad had already closed half the distance between them and his pokémon, running with as much speed as he had adrenaline in his body. Once Buneary caught the sight of Brad approaching, however, it was immediately engulfed in a protective hug while Brad tumbled to the ground, back facing the opposing pokémon. “I’ve got you, Buneary!” he exclaimed. “I won’t let them hurt--AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!”

Pain began to tear through Brad’s back before he could even finish his sentence as three attacks bombarded his body at once, causing him to scream out in pain. His pokémon looked up in fear, but even through his screams, even through the tears streaming out of his eyelids, he looked down at Buneary like everything was going to be OK. Covering its eyes with its ears so that it wouldn’t have to see his face anymore, the pokémon returned its grip, as if to communicate to Brad that he was going to be the one protected here.

Once the attack subsided, the back of Brad’s jacket was torn in a large circle to reveal his bloody flesh through the fabric of his shirt, leaving a long silence as Team Siren waited to see the result of their attack. The silence then became uncomfortable, causing Sonata to look back at her sisters, who were each beginning to shake like they had gone too far, but just as soon as they were about to break character, a white light shone from within Brad’s arms. Was he summoning another pokémon? If he had another pokémon, why would he summon his weakest one right out of the gates?

Suddenly, however, the bright light began to pull itself outside of Brad’s arms, growing almost three times its initial size as the luminescence gradually began to fade away. It had the same color as the buneary before, but it held itself up with much more confidence, bouncing back and forth like before, only with much more energy and vigor. Its ears were much longer, the fuzz on its pelvis had moved up to its paws, and its overall shape was much more feminine and curved. Finally, the light dissipated completely, leaving an entirely new pokémon in its stead.

“What the fuck?!” Aria shouted. “How did it evolve without even winning a battle?!”

Adagio growled, suddenly realizing what was going on. “Of course. Bunearies don’t evolve from leveling up. They evolve from growing an attachment with their trainer!”

Finally, Brad lifted his head up, guided by his newly evolved pokémon lifting his chin with her paw, and once he looked into his new pokémon’s eyes, a smile crept up on his face. “I knew catching you was a good idea,” he chuckled weakly. “What do I have the honor of calling you?”

“Looooopunny!”

Brad chuckled. “Know any moves that’d work on these jokers?”

“Lopunny!” she replied, turning on her heels and bouncing back and forth. Suddenly, as she planted her feet into the ground, she got low to the grass and exploded into the air, disappearing into the sky before hurdling down with a fierce kick across the enemy whismur’s face, flinging it backwards into a nearby tree. Before either of Team Siren’s other pokémon knew how to react, however, she began to wobble as if she couldn’t see straight, and just as their guards were lowered, she sent a fierce punch towards both the noibat and chatot, causing them to collapse onto the ground.

All three members of Team Siren waited for their pokémon to get up again, but none of them moved, remaining motionless on the ground to signal that the battle was over.

“Shit,” Adagio said under her breath, caught off guard by the immediate turn of events. “Chatot! Return!”

“Noibat! Return!”

“Whismur! Return!”

With no pokémon left to fight, the three members of Team Siren switched glances between each other awkwardly, silently communicating how they would get out of there alive. “You haven’t seen the last of us, twerp!” Adagio exclaimed while discreetly beginning to make a run for it, but moments after the words escaped her lips, all three girls began running away, shouting in unison.

“““YOU WILL ADORE TEAM SIREN!”””

Brad waited for a good minute or two just to make sure that they were really gone, but after the scenery had been left silent for long enough, he collapsed onto the ground, cheering and wallowing in pain. “We did it!” he shouted, followed by a quick, “Ow, ow, ow!”

“Mel meloetta?”

“Don’t worry about it, Meloetta. I know you didn’t mean it.”

“Looooopunny!”

“And great job to you too, Lopunny! I have a feeling you’re gonna come in handy in my next battle!”

“Lop looooooop!”

Then, all three heads turned towards the final member of the team, Ralts, who had done little more than stay out of the way during this battle, which Brad sure wasn’t complaining about. The last thing he wanted was for any of his pokémon to get hurt, which he hoped he would never have to prove again, but Ralts looked down at the ground, sucking its thumb like it was deeply ashamed.

“Sorry, Ralts. I guess this battle was a little too much to ask from you. Next time, I’ll have you take care of those goons all by yourself. How does that sound?”

The timid pokémon quickly reacted by hiding itself behind Meloetta, making Brad laugh boisterously before wincing in pain again. Ralts would eventually get its chance, but there would probably be plenty of time before they ever ran into Team Siren again. In the meantime, they could enjoy their long trip to their next destination: Fillydelphia City.

The trainer and his pokémon could hardly believe that they had made it out of the forest when they arrived at their destination, a city completely encompassed in trees, flowers and shrubbery. It was a beautiful environment. At least, it would have been if Brad hadn’t been sick of being surrounded by trees for the past couple of days.

By the time he had made it to the pokémon center, however, he collapsed onto the floor almost immediately, causing the blisseys behind the counter to quickly pick him up and put him on a stretcher. “I’m.. f-fine…” he mumbled, unable to keep his eyes open while the blisseys rushed him into the same unit as the injured pokémon.

“Blissey! Blissey!”

“Look, if you’re not even gonna talk like people, I’m just gonna go to sl…”

He couldn’t even finish his sentence before he lost consciousness, giving up all control to the dark void that pulled him in. For the first time since he had started his pokémon journey, things were quiet. He wasn’t on his feet, in a battle, or having sex with some random girl, which was such a shock to his system, that when he went out, he went out hard, pulling himself into such a deep slumber that the blisseys around him began to worry whether or not he would even wake up.

As the nurse walked in, the unit was in a panic. “Who’s this?” the nurse asked, turning towards her assistants.

“Blissey! Bliss blissey!”

“A trainer collapsed in the lobby? Was there anyone with him?” The clamoring pokémon stopped momentarily to shake their heads. “I see. Does he have a phone? Maybe there’s someone we could contact.”

The blissey to his right then turned back towards the sleeping human, reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone, handing it to the nurse who quickly opened up his contacts. She didn’t know what exactly she was looking for, since the trainer was obviously on a journey and far away from home, but if he had no one else to contact, she would have to settle with his parents a couple of towns away. Before she even got that far, however, she scrolled over a name that made her eyes widen in surprise, motioning for the blisseys to grab a phone for her as she continued to stare at the name.

“How do you know her?” the nurse asked herself while grabbing the hospital phone. As she dialed the number, however, Brad experienced the best sleep of his life, blowing a nose bubble with a goofy smile growing across his face.

“You like that, don’t you, Pinkie Pie?”

“Wowie! I didn’t know a dick could get that deep! I didn’t even know I went that deep!”

Brad had Pinkie Pie bent over, shaking in arousal while his dick hardened between her lower lips, making both of them moan pleasurably as sweat began to drip down both of their bodies. The teenage boy gripped Pinkie’s breasts, pressing his chest against her back while Pinkie grabbed onto her knees, helping him thrust back and forth as her legs began to grow weaker with each push. The only sounds in the nearby radius were the sounds of their heavy breathing, moans and pelvises colliding while the air was filled with a hot steam, barely cooled down by the sweat of their bodies and the fluids from Pinkie Pie’s orifice.

“Having fun?” the party-planner asked, making Brad chuckle between breaths.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to try this.”

“What else did you wanna try?”

Brad’s member grew even longer just from the thought of what else he could do, a sensation that did not go unnoticed as Pinkie Pie’s gasps became more feminine, growing higher in pitch. “Well… if you’re asking…”

Pinkie then looked back up at Brad with a half-lidded smile. “Ohhhhh. You wanna put it in my butt, don’t you?”

The teenage boy bit his lip to keep himself from cumming on the spot, but nodding his head, Pinkie Pie weakly pulled herself off of Brad’s dick, grabbed hold of his shaft and angled his length upward until it prodded her asshole. Finally, pushing her hips back, she allowed the phallus to gently find its way into her butthole, navigating up her anal walls as her tongue began to stick out of her mouth from the sudden intense pleasure. Brad grabbed hold of Pinkie’s waist to keep her from falling over already in her overwhelming lust, then gradually pulled himself out and in, finding a steady rhythm as he made his way up her butt.

“Wowie, Brad! You were right! This does feel good!”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to last long, though.”

“Then don’t, silly! What’s the point of sex if you don’t get to cum?”

“You sure? I don’t want to leave you hanging or anything.”

“Are you kidding?! I’ve been cumming this whole time!”

Brad wasn’t quite sure how that was possible, but he wasn’t about to argue, especially if this was against Pinkie Pie logic. Instead, he gripped her skin harder as he thrusted his hips even more violently, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried forcing himself over the edge towards that sweet release he yearned for. Again, Pinkie Pie held onto her knees, arching her back and squatting onto Brad’s dick as he slid in and out of her anal cavity, grinding his cock against the crevices of her insides.

“Oh, Pinkie, it’s about to happen.”

“Do it, Brad! Give my butthole a banana creampie!”

Suddenly, all the pressure in his crotch was released at once, erupting into Pinkie Pie’s ass while the two of them screamed at the top of their lungs. The feeling was more powerful than he could remember feeling at any point in months, almost as if he had been going through a drought the whole time just so that he could release everything at this one moment. His legs were growing wetter, which he couldn’t tell whether he was feeling his own seed overflowing out of her anus or if it was legitimately just Pinkie Pie’s vagina dripping like a faucet down his pelvis.

“Oh, shit,” he moaned, trying to squeeze the semen out as hard as he could. “Ohhh, shit! Oh, shit! OH--”

“SHIT!”

Brad screamed reflexively, waking up from his slumber while panickedly lifting the hospital covers off of his legs. Then, looking down, his worst fears were realized: he jizzed himself in his sleep. With an embarrassed groan, he dropped his forehead into his hands, trying not to move his legs and spread the semen any more than he already had, but lifting his gaze up momentarily, he quickly locked eyes with a teenage girl, holding her legs in terror on her hospital chair.

“A-are you OK?” she asked fearfully. “Y-you screamed pretty loud.”

With his face growing beet red, he quickly pulled the hospital sheets back over his legs, hoping that she hadn’t seen the damage he’d done to himself. “Oh, hey, Fluttershy. W-what are you doing here?”

Fluttershy peered over her knees just enough to make eye contact while she quietly said, “Nurse Redheart said that you collapsed when you got to the pokémon center. She said she needed someone to come over before she could discharge you.”

“So, she asked you to come get me?”

“I guess I was the only person in your phone who she recognized.”

“Wait, she has my phone?!” Brad exclaimed, reaching into his pocket in a frenzy as soon as he realized that he had forgotten to delete a certain wallpaper of Rarity’s honk-- “Anyway, does this mean I’m good? I’d prefer not to stay here too long. Hospitals are filled with dying old people, and I think I’m surrounded by enough regret already.”

Fluttershy tilted her head. “Hospital? You’re still at the pokémon center.”

As soon as the words escaped her lips, Nurse Redheart walked in with a blissey behind her holding a clipboard, making Brad’s eyes grow wide from the woman’s mature beauty. “Oh, I see you’re awake,” she said with a half smile. “We were beginning to grow worried. You’d been asleep for about sixteen hours.”

“Sixteen hours?!” Brad exclaimed. “How in the cock did I manage that?!”

“Well, we ran some tests on you while you were asleep. We looked to see if there was anything in your bloodstream, but detected no viruses or benzodiazepines. We then took your blood pressure, which was definitely high, but not fatal, which indicates that you may have blah blah blah…” At this point, Brad had lost track of what Nurse Redheart was saying as his eyes became lost in her ample bosom, swaying along with her shoulders as she energetically went over the test results. “Basically what that means is, your body is just recovering from the amount of fatigue you’ve been experiencing.”

Brad quickly pulled himself back together and wiped the drool from his mouth, hoping that the nurse hadn’t seen his eyes wandering below her own. “Right,” he said as if he had been paying attention the whole time. “I completely understand.”

“So with all that out of the way, now that you’re awake, we feel completely comfortable discharging you immediately. You’ll find all your belongings as well as your pokémon up at the front desk. Have a great day!”

As Nurse Redheart began walking out, Brad wasted no time in getting as much view of her backside swaying with each step she took, but just as soon as she left the room, Brad came to a sudden realization. “Wait! You mean I have to leave already?! Don’t make me leave you!”

“But Brad,” Fluttershy began hesitantly, “didn’t you want to get out of here as soon as possible?”

“NURSE REDHEART! HEAL ME UP! HIT ME WITH THOSE D-CUPS!”

Unfortunately for him, however, instead of coming back, she had sent a blissey to escort him and Fluttershy to the front, hopefully not hearing his desperate plea for more attention. Then, once he made his way up to the front desk, another blissey came out with his belongings and pokémon, including Meloetta, who instead of being sealed in her pokéball sat on a tray, ready to tackle Brad with a big hug as soon as she saw him.

“La metta! La metta!”

“I’m glad to see you too, Meloetta,” Brad replied with a chuckle.

“Awwww!” Fluttershy cooed, approaching uncomfortably close to the psychic pokémon. “Aren’t you adorable!” The pink-haired girl then brushed through Meloetta’s hair, making her cheer in excitement, but just a moment later, Fluttershy turned towards Brad with one eyebrow raised. “Actually, Brad. I don’t think I ever got the chance to ask you. What are you doing in Fillydelphia City?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he replied with a smug smirk, attaching his pokéballs to his belt. “I came here to challenge you to a pokémon battle. I want the kindness badge.”

Fluttershy’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, dear.”

The trip to the Fillydelphia City gym wasn’t too far away from the pokémon center, but just to be sure, Fluttershy did everything she could to avoid mentioning the fact that Brad wanted to challenge her. In fact, she was being a little more hesitant than normal, but Brad shrugged it off regardless, expecting that he would just figure it out at some point when he finally got to battle the gym leader.

“Here we are,” Fluttershy said once they arrived at a pokémon gym covered in vines and flowers. It was beyond the beauty of what he expected a gym to look like, but his attention was stuck elsewhere. “Now, I hope you don’t mind, but I really need to get back to--” As she spoke, Fluttershy began opening the door to her gym, but Brad quickly slammed the door shut, cutting her off mid-sentence and making her squeak in surprise.

“Hey! Didn’t you hear what I said back at the pokémon center?”

“Yes. Well. Umm. About that…”

“I came here to challenge you to a match and win the kindness badge!”

“Right. It’s just… you see…”

Brad cocked an eyebrow and leaned in towards Fluttershy’s face, making her involuntarily flinch away while scrunching her upper body in fear. “What’s up, Fluttershy? You’ve been acting weird since we left.”

Finally, the girl with pink hair relaxed, breathing in deeply and exhaling before looking Brad in the eyes. “I’m sorry, Brad. I just didn’t know a good way to say that I didn’t think you were ready for a gym battle yet.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Gym battles are a really big deal. They decide who’s ready to enter the Pokémon League, the highest level of competitive battle in the entire Equestria region. I’ve never seen you train pokémon before, so I just didn’t think you’d be ready to challenge me yet. Oh--not that I’m very good or anything…”

Brad, feeling lost for words, gave Fluttershy the stink eye, shaking his head that even someone as quiet and reserved as her would give him the same crap that Twilight gave him, but that’s when he came up with the exact idea that he needed. “Check this out,” the boy said, opening up his jacket and making Fluttershy cover her face, afraid that Brad was going to flash her. Instead, though, when she peeked through her fingers, she saw a badge in the shape of a pink star with several white stars surrounding it. “This is the gym badge that I got from Twilight. I earned it from her fair and square, and now I’m ready to take you on.”

Fluttershy’s mouth trembled, and after a few moments of silence, she bowed her head and said, “Oh, my goodness! I’m so sorry! I just thought that with your reputation, you wouldn’t be taking this seriously! I’m sorry for profiling you like that!”

Brad groaned slumping his shoulders and closing his jacket again. “You don’t have to be so honest, Fluttershy. Really.”

“Well, in that case, I’d love to have a battle with you! Come on in!”

Finally, Fluttershy opened up the door to the gym, revealing even more luscious gardens inside, growing in a pattern around the main battle stage where a group of women gossipped together. As soon as the two trainers walked through the door, the three girls stopped talking and turned towards their gym leader with widened smiles.

“Welcome back, Fluttershy!” the girl with the rosy red hair exclaimed.

“Hello Rose, Golden Harvest, Daisy,” the gym leader said with a joyful voice. “Did any trainers come while I was gone?”

“Nope,” Golden Harvest replied. “Is this the guy you needed to pick up from the hospital?”

“What’s wrong with him?” Daisy interrupted. “Does he have a disease? He’s not contagious is he?! The horror! The horror!”

Fluttershy giggled, despite Brad standing behind her giving the girls an offended glare. “No, girls, nothing like that. Brad here just had a long trip here and needed to rest a little while. He’s all better now.”

“OK…?” Rose added with a tilted eyebrow. “Then why is he here?”

Before Fluttershy could answer, however, Brad pushed himself forward, looking the three girls in the eyes and exclaimed, “Because I’m going to challenge her to a pokémon battle!”

Silence filled the room as the three girls stopped chatting and turned towards each other, but once the message sunk in, their faces contorted, trying to hold in their laughter before their giggles broke out of their mouths. By this point, Brad should have been used to reactions like these, but somehow, every time someone laughed at him seemed to piss him off more and more.

“You want to challenge Fluttershy?” Rose chuckled, pointing her finger at Brad’s face. “I know you think you have a knack for finding easy girls, but Fluttershy is as tough as they get.”

“There’s no way she’d lose to someone like you,” Daisy chimed in, holding her sides as more laughter filtered through her body.

“Now girls,” Fluttershy finally intervened, holding up her hands to calmly silence the giggling women. “Brad here is a pokémon trainer, and I have an obligation to accept any challenge that it presented to me.”

Golden Harvest snorted. “Sure, but is he really qualified to be challenging a gym leader?”

“I was actually doubtful myself when he first told me, but he already has one gym badge.” The girls suddenly flinched where they stood, too taken aback to laugh any further. “Now, would you all do me the favor of being my referees in this match? I would really appreciate it!”

Brad held his breath while the three women congregated together, nodding their heads silently and taking the referee box just outside the battle arena, and with that out of the way, Fluttershy made her way over to her side of the battlefield as well. The teenage boy may have felt more confident after his win against Twilight, which was only amplified by how much he wanted to rub it in those snotty girls’ faces when he won, but he was still nervous about taking on a gym leader like Fluttershy, especially when he still didn’t have a good gauge on how tough gym leaders in this region were.

“We’ll use two pokémon a side,” Fluttershy said confidently before shrinking to herself again. “That is, if that’s OK with you.”

“Sure thing,” Brad said, taking his own side of the field. Since he had three pokémon now, he needed to think carefully about who he would send out first. Seeing as how the entire gym was surrounded by green foliage, there was little doubt in his mind that Fluttershy must have specialized in grass-type pokémon, but he didn’t have any flying, fire or bug-types to combat them. Luckily, though, most grass-types also had a dual poison-type, which Brad did have a way of combating. “I have you all figured out, Fluttershy! Meloetta! I choose you!”

“Mel la metta!” Finally, after waiting this whole time perched on Brad’s shoulder, she hopped into the battlefield, striking a pose like she was ready for battle.

“Awww!” Fluttershy exclaimed, making Brad feel uncomfortable again. “I guess you do have me figured out if you’re sending out this little cutie. I don’t know how I’ll be able to battle it.”

“That’s not what I mean!” Fluttershy and the three girls all looked up at Brad with curiosity as he put his hands to his hips and smirked victoriously. “I’m saying that I could tell you were a grass-type gym leader. Good luck battling against someone like Meloetta here.”

As soon as the words escaped his lips, however, the three girls off to the side fell to their knees in laughter again, making a vain nearly pop out of Brad’s head as his anger grew. “I’m sorry, Brad,” Fluttershy began, “but I guess you must have gotten the wrong idea. Applejack is the one who specializes in grass-types.”

Suddenly, Brad’s pose didn’t feel so victorious anymore. “Wait, what?”

“I’m sorry, Brad, but as a gym leader, I need to take this battle as seriously as possible. Pokéball, go!”

The pink-haired girl then threw out her pokéball onto the field, which emanated a bright white light until it finally took the shape of a small butterfly with a brown scarf appendage and glistening white wings.

“Romomomomooooom!”

Brad and Meloetta both stood in silence for several moments, staring down the enemy pokémon before finally, Brad slumped his shoulders and said, “OK, I admit it. I have no idea what that’s supposed to be.”

“You idiot!” Rose shouted. “Fluttershy specializes in fairy-type pokémon!”

“OK…” Brad began, turning his attention towards the three girls. “What are they supposed to be weak against again?”

“Poison-types.”

“...Yeah, we’re fucked.”

“Are both trainers ready?” Golden Harvest announced, breaking his depression enough to face Fluttershy. Once the two had read each other’s expressions, the two of them nodded their heads, never leaving focus of the arena in front of them. “Challenger Brad vs. Gym Leader Fluttershy. Begin!”

Calculation time. Fluttershy was the gym leader for fairy-types. He may not have had any pokémon that were strong against fairy-type pokémon, but he also didn’t have any pokémon that were weak to fairy-types either. At least, he was pretty sure. What were fairy-types strong against, again? Didn’t matter.

“Alright, Meloetta! Show her what you can do! Use psychic attack, now!”

Immediately, Meloetta lifted herself into the air, surrounded by a dark blue aura until finally, she released the shockwaves towards the opponent, making it wince in pain from the psychic attack. Once the attack was finished, however, the enemy ribombee blinked as if it were legitimately as surprised as Brad was that it had taken next to no damage.

“Are you even trying?” Daisy asked. “Are you really that dumb when it comes to type difference?”

“Hey, I have an idea! How about you drink a nice, big cup of shut the fu--”

“Please don’t fight!” Fluttershy exclaimed quietly. “Brad’s probably trying his best out here. There’s no need to make fun of him!”

“You know… that was kind of a low-key way of making fun of me, you’re aware of that, right?”

“Ribombee!” Fluttershy continued as if she hadn’t heard Brad’s rebuttal. “Start us off with a quiver dance!”

“Romomomooooom!” The pokémon on Fluttershy’s side of the battlefield then spun in circles, shaking rapidly as pollen fluttered from its wings and floated through the air. Then, once the spinning had stopped, it shook off the remaining pollen and flexed with a determined look in its eyes. “Romoooom!”

It didn’t look like anything in particular had happened, but this was probably just some move to set them up. Brad was already at a disadvantage in not knowing how to battle very well, but he was even more at a disadvantage when he couldn’t even figure out what the opponent was doing.

“Don’t let it fool you, Meloetta! Sing it to sleep!”

The psychic-type pokémon nodded vigorously while taking in a large, deep breath. “Meeeeee-loeee-taaaaaaa Meloo-eeeeee-taaaaa!”

“That’s right, Meloetta! Put that thing to sleep so we can finish this--H-huh?!” As Meloetta continued to sing, the enemy pokémon didn’t flinch, not even blinking as it waited throughout its opponent’s song. Quickly, turning towards the three catty girls, he asked, “Do any of you have an idea of what’s going on? This is the first time this has happened to me before.”

“It has the ability sweet vail,” Rose answered. “It prevents it from falling asleep.”

“Are you freaking kidding me?! Out of all the abilities this thing could have, it just happened to have the one that deflects the one good move I had?!”

“I wouldn’t be too upset, Brad,” Fluttershy hummed. “After all, I was surprised too when I found out. I actually have lots of ribombees in my garden, but when I saw the ability this one had, I just knew that I had to make it the one I would use in battle.” Brad bit his lip, clenched his fist and glared down at his shoes, wracking his brain for anything he could possibly do to fight off this pokémon, but nothing came to mind. “I’m sorry, Brad, but there’s one more teensy weensy thing you should know about bug-types--before you get too mad.”

The male trainer groaned, slumping his shoulders in aggravation. “OK. What is it?”

“They’re… um… strong against psychic-types.”

“...Please tell me you’re joking.”

Then, Fluttershy quickly pointed her finger towards Meloetta and shouted, “Alright, Ribombee! Now’s your chance! Use bug buzz!”

“Roooooooooom!”

Without delaying the inevitable any further, the enemy ribombee fluttered its wings again, sending a wave of sound towards Meloetta, causing her to seize up in the air with all of her muscles going limp. The psychic pokémon screamed, making Brad want to jump in and grab her, but he knew that it was still too early to give up just yet, even if he was at a significant disadvantage. As the attack finally came to an end, however, Meloetta dropped to the floor, barely twitching as she attempted to pull herself back up to her fet.

“Meloetta, do you think you’re going to be OK?”

“Mel… la…” Despite her weakened body, Meloetta was too prideful to give up just yet, rising up to her feet and lifting herself into the air, staring down her opponent like she wasn’t ready to quit. “La metta!”

“Give it up before your pokémon gets hurt!” Rose called out angrily, making Brad’s frustration mount even higher.

“Not yet! I still have one more trick up my sleeve! Meloetta! Give it a relic song!”

With a deep breath, the psychic-type pokémon opened her mouth and began to sing, filling the room with a vibrant melody that made the bug-type wince in pain, and throughout her song, Meloetta began to dance as her dress curled upwards and her green hair wrapped itself into a burnt brown bun atop her head. Finally, as the song came to an end, Meloetta descended onto the floor, making a few quick jabs in the air to show off its new typing that was no longer weak to bugs.

“La mel!”

“You’re screwed now, Fluttershy!” Brad said, clenching his fist. “Now that Meloetta is a fighting-type, she’s gonna squash that puny bug-type!”

“Uhhh, hellooo!!” Daisy called from the ref box. “Fighting-types are ineffective against bug-types!”

Brad cocked his head to the side. “How are fighting-types not…? You know what? I don’t believe you this time.”

“They’re also weak to fairy-types,” Golden Harvest added.

Meloetta flinched, turning her head back in fear towards Brad, who took in a deep breath to calm his frustration yet again. “Can I call time out real quick?”

“Um…” Fluttershy said, turning towards the three referees for permission. “I guess so.”

“So, as a psychic-type, Meloetta is weak against your pokémon because it’s a bug-type, but now that it’s a fighting-type, it’s going to do even less damage while still being weak to its fairy-typing?” Rather than answer verbally, however, Fluttershy timidly nodded her head, hoping that he wouldn’t lash out his frustrations towards her. “...OK, here’s what I’m gonna do. Meloetta, I’m gonna have you come back for right now. This bitch is using cheat codes.”

Meloetta didn’t need to be summoned into her pokéball to leave the battle sight, instead choosing to float her way back to Brad’s shoulder, but this still left him in a tough position. Lopunny was strong for sure, but its best move was a fighting-type move, which was doubly ineffective against Ribombee. On the other hand, Ralts was still a baby, and even though it was strong, it wouldn’t last five minutes against a bug-type. The more he thought about it, the more the pressure mounted, making him worry that there was no viable way for him to realistically win this match.

“Are you just gonna keep us waiting?” Daisy asked, folding her arms and tapping her foot.

Brad wished he had more time to think about it, but he was pretty sure he knew what to do at this point anyway. Turning his hat to the side, he reached towards his belt, hit the center of his pokéball and threw it into the arena. “Lopunny! I choose you!”

As the ball hit the center of the arena, a large white figure appeared, taking the shape of a bunny hopping back and forth on the tips of its feet. “Lop loooop!”

Fluttershy smirked, turning towards her bug-type with a newfound fervor. “Alright, Ribombee! Don’t be scared! Hit it with a fairy wind!”

“Romomomomooooooom!”

Like its previous two attacks, its wings fluttered at sonic speeds, emitting a wavelike attack, but this time, a pink breeze sailed through the air, hitting Brad’s lopunny and nearly sending it flying backwards. As the normal-type held its ground, though, crossing its arms in an X to defend itself, Brad held his breath, fearing that at any moment, the attack would be too much for it to bear.

“What moves can I even use against this thing?” Brad thought to himself, biting his thumb. “I know it has endure and high jump kick, but what else?”

At that moment, Brad realized something quickly, just as Ribombee’s attack was beginning to fade, and luckily for him, Lopunny still looked like she had plenty more gas in the tank. “Lopunny, you’re a normal-type, right?”

“Lop!” she replied with a nod, giving Brad the smirk that he needed.

“Perfect! Show Fluttershy we mean business! Hit it with a dizzy punch!”

“Looooop!”

Before Lopunny could even get close, however, the enemy ribombee immediately began zooming away, flying at speeds that the normal-type couldn’t keep up with. Just as soon as the enemy thought it had pulled a smart move over Brad’s lopunny, however, the rabbit began spinning in the other direction, sending a fierce punch hurdling straight into the bug’s face.

“Oh, my goodness!” Fluttershy exclaimed. “Are you alright?”

The enemy ribombee waited for several moments, floating in the air without moving until finally, it looked in all directions between Fluttershy, Brad, the lopunny and all the girls on the other side of the arena. Fluttershy squeaked, but Brad clenched his fist in excitement.

“Alright! It’s confused! Now, this may be our only chance. Do you have any moves that you know of that can finish this once and for all?”

The lopunny looked back at Brad with a look of curiosity, but with a confident smile, it bounced back and forth in front of the enemy ribombee before bouncing up to the edge of the ceiling. With a gasp, Fluttershy brought her hand to her mouth and quickly brought her attention back to Ribombee.

“Oh, no! Ribombee, it’s going to use bounce! Use protect! Quick!” Ribombee quickly shifted its attention back to Fluttershy, then back to Brad, then back to the three flower girls, but with an oblivious look on its face, it turned back towards its trainer as if a question mark were over its head. “Oh, dear.”

Then, bouncing off of the ceiling, the lopunny crashed into the enemy pokémon, creating a billow of dust from the collision that the move had created. All five trainers as well as Meloetta covered their mouths with their arms, coughing incessantly from the dust in the air, but even with their eyes squinting from the pollution, they were all staring down at the battlefield intently waiting to see the outcome of the move. Then, finally, as the dust began to clear away, Lopunny stood tall atop Fluttershy’s ribombee, its eyes spinning as it laid on the ground in exhaustion.

With a large grin forming on his face, Brad turned towards the three referee girls to get their verdict. Rose flinched, turning towards Daisy, who shrugged and motioned for Golden Harvest to help out, but none of them could see any way for this to go Fluttershy’s way. With a sigh of defeat, Rose lifted up her arm towards Fluttershy’s pokémon and yelled, “Ribombee is unable to battle! Fluttershy is now down to one pokémon!”

Brad jumped into the air, pumping his fist and shouting, “ALRIIIIIIIIGHT!” The flower girls, unfortunately, were not as impressed, each of them folding their arms and scowling at the teenage boy before turning their attention back to Fluttershy.

The girl with pink hair frowned, but as she entered into the arena and lifted her bug pokémon into her arms, she managed a small smile as she said, “Don’t worry, Ribombee. You did your best, and that’s all anyone can ask of you.” She then pulled out her pokéball and opened it up, pulling the ribombee back inside in a wave of red light, and pulling another pokéball from her side, she looked Brad into the eyes with a determined stare. “You haven’t won yet, Brad. I may be shy, but I’m not about to go easy on you.”

“It’s your move, Fluttershy. I’m waiting.”

Fluttershy smirked, taking a few steps back to her trainer box as she whipped out another pokéball and sent it flying into the arena. “Klefki! I choose you!” The moment the ball hit the floor, the ball split in half, releasing a bright white light that quickly simmered into a smal, circular figure floating in midair.

“Klefki! Ki klef!”

Brad squinted his eyes to make sure that the pair of keys in the arena was legitimately Fluttershy’s pokémon, but after seeing it bobble back and forth in midair, he finally made out its small face. “So,” Brad began, pointing at Fluttershy’s klefki, “I’m guessing that thing is a steel-type?”

Fluttershy nodded. “Half steel, half fairy. Klefki is super well-rounded, not to mention a super cutie. Aren’t you Klefki?” The pokémon quickly turned around, floated its way over to Fluttershy and began snuggling against her face, making her giggle profusely.

“OK, this shouldn’t be too hard, then. Right, Lopunny?”

Lopunny turned its head and smiled, but it was obviously exhausted, breathing deeply while trying to look confident. If Klefki was a steel-type, that meant that he didn’t have many options, especially since its dual fairy-type offset the only weakness Brad could exploit. He could try sending out Meloetta again, but if she were transformed into her pirouette forme, she would get bodied the instant Fluttershy called for a fairy move. Then again, both normal and psychic-type moves didn’t do much against steel-types, meaning that it was probably going to take both of his pokémon to even have a shot at chipping away its HP.

“OK, Fluttershy,” Brad said, looking his opponent in the eyes. “Why don’t we make a deal?”

“Umm…” Fluttershy began, lifting her hand to her bottom lip and tilting her head to the side. “OK. What did you have in mind?”

“Why don’t we turn this into a bet?”

Fluttershy quickly shrinked. “Uh-oh! This doesn’t sound very good.”

“You’re allowed to say no if you want, but all I’m betting is that I win this match. In fact, I’m so confident that if I lose, I’ll let you play with Meloetta for a whole day!”

“La metta?”

As soon as the words came out of Brad’s mouth, Fluttershy’s eyes lit up as she squealed with excitement. “A whole day?! That sounds like so much fun! We could brush her hair, dance in the forest, sing with the bird pokémon--”

“Does that mean we have a deal?” Brad asked with a smirk, to which Fluttershy nodded profusely.

“Yes! If you win, I’ll owe you one big favor! How does that sound?”

As much as Meloetta tried pulling on Brad’s jacket to voice her discontent however, Brad’s smile grew even wider. “You know this means I have to win now, right? Lopunny, can I count on you?”

Brad’s pokémon weakly stood up to its full height, getting its energy back and jumping from side to side yet again. “Lopunny!”

“Alright, Klefki!” Fluttershy exclaimed. “This time it’s serious! Hit that lopunny with a mirror shot!”

“Dodge it, Lopunny!” A bright light then centered on top of the klefki’s head, growing brighter and brighter until it zoomed towards Brad’s pokémon, barely missing it as she moved out of the way just in time. “Nice! Now hit it with a high jump kick!”

Without wasting a single moment, the rabbit jumped into the air like before, nearly reaching the ceiling, but this time, when Lopunny came crashing down, it tumbled in the air until its leg outstretched at the perfect time, hitting the enemy klefki in the center of its face. The steel-type then flew back several feet, landing onto the floor by Fluttershy’s feet.

“Oh, my goodness! Are you alright?” As soon as it had heard Fluttershy’s calming voice, the pokémon rose back up into the air and shook whatever dust it had collected on the ground. “You’re doing great out there. Now, catch it off guard with metal sound!”

“Ki klef!”

Suddenly, noise was filling the entire gym area, making everyone, including the three referees crouch to the floor, covering their ears. He had no idea how this pokémon was making the metallic sound, but he could clearly see that Lopunny was feeling the brunt of it as she screamed out in pain. Once the sound stopped, however, Lopunny was slow to get back to her confident posture.

“Good job, Klefki! Now finish it off with a dazzling gleam!”

Immediately, Fluttershy’s pokémon became surrounded by a bright pink aura swirling around its body until it came crashing forward, knocking Lopunny back several feet until she skidded to a halt on the ground. Brad waited several moments for the dust around her to clear up, but once it did, there was no doubt that she was knocked unconscious, making this battle that much harder to win.

“Lopunny is unable to battle!” Daisy shouted, raising her arm towards Brad’s pokémon. “Brad is now down to one pokémon!”

Brad clicked his tongue, reaching for his pokéball and defeatedly summoning Lopunny back. Then, turning to the pokémon on his shoulder, he said, “It’s up to you now, Meloetta. Think you’ll be OK out there?”

“Meloetta!”

With a newfound dedication in her voice, Meloetta leapt off of Brad’s shoulder, landing inside the arena across from Klefki. She had already taken a little bit of a beating from Ribombee, and to make matters worse, she was still in her pirouette forme, which meant that one more dazzling gleam would probably finish her off. He would have to get her back into her aria forme quick, but even then, he would need to figure out some way to finish it off before they finished Meloetta off.

“Don’t waste any time, Meloetta! Relic song, quick!”

Without delaying any further, Meloetta began to sing like she had before, rising into the air as her body changed, but unlike Ribombee, Klefki didn’t seem to be phased at all by the song. Once she was finished, her normal green hair had returned, but now it was Klefki’s turn to strike back.

“You’re doing great, Klefki! Let’s try out another mirror shot!”

“Meloetta! Dodge!” The moment Meloetta turned back to hear Brad’s command, however, she was immediately hit by Klefki’s attack, which unlike the last time had managed to connect perfectly. “Are you OK?”

“Mel la metta!” she replied energetically, despite how long it took for her to get back to her feet.

“We can’t afford to take any more shots like that! Put it to sleep with sing!”

“Crafty shield!”

As soon as Meloetta began to sing, a large, translucent wall of light appeared in front of Klefki, and where most pokémon would be falling asleep by this time, Klefki continued to jingle back and forth with complete awareness. Then, realizing that her song was having no effect, Meloetta cut her song short, looking over towards Brad for an explanation as to what their next move would be.

Brad bit his lip again, knowing that at this point, his options were more limited than ever, and if he didn’t finish this battle soon, Fluttershy would end it for the both of them. Still, though, going through Meloetta’s moveset in his mind, he went over and over the possible strategies he could employ that would be his best bet in winning the match. Sing had no effect as long as Klefki had crafty shield. Relic song would not only do little damage, but would also change Meloetta into her pirouette forme, which would create problems with its dazzling gleam. Psychic, which although was a powerful move that complemented her strengths, was still resisted against Klefki’s steel-typing, which left only one more option. Close combat in and of itself was a good move considering that it would at least do neutral damage against its dual fairy/steel-typing, but while Meloetta was in her aria forme, her physical attack power was reduced dramatically. Not only that, but once she used it, her defenses would drop drastically.

“OK, Meloetta,” Brad began once he had finally made up his mind. “How many more shots do you think you can take?”

“La meloetta!”

“At least one more? Let’s give this next one all you have, then.”

“Wait!” Fluttershy interjected, holding up her hand and catching both Brad and Meloetta off guard. “You can understand your pokémon?”

“I don’t know how, but Meloetta and I have a strong enough connection to where we can understand each other. That’s why…” Brad then pointed his finger towards Fluttershy. “...we’re going to win this battle! Meloetta! Psychic attack!”

Like before, Meloetta launched herself in the air, wrapped her arms to her chest and began emitting a dark blue glow, and with a sudden burst of energy, she released her arms towards the klefki, sending vicious shockwaves in its direction. Klefki was then sent hurtling backwards, yelling in pain as it fell, but once the shockwaves were over, it weakly lifted itself off of the ground, shook off the dust and jingled back and forth with its eyes staring down Meloetta in anger.

“If we’ve only got one more shot, then let’s make this count!” Fluttershy said, showing an unusually confident demeanor. “Hit it with one more mirror shot!”

“Klef kiiiii!”

Just as they had seen before, Klefki emitted a bright glow at the top of its head, and being unable to dodge in her weakened state, the enemy’s attack hit true once more. Meloetta screamed in pain, falling back to the ground, but lifting her head at the end of the attack, she showed that she still had enough energy to continue on with the fight, at least enough for one final attack. Once she jumped up to her feet, however, she uncharacteristically slipped, catching herself with her hands and making Fluttershy’s lips curl upwards.

“Looks like it worked, Klefki! Good job!”

With his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, he turned his attention towards the referees, who had so far been pretty decent at getting him whatever information he needed. “What is she talking about?”

“Didn’t you wonder why Fluttershy has been using mirror shot rather than dazzling gleam when mirror shot has a lower chance of connecting as well as less attack power?” Golden Harvest asked mockingly.

“No, can’t say that the thought crossed my mind… or that I knew any of that.”

“You pokémon’s accuracy just got reduced,” Rose answered with impatience. “It means that even moves with perfect accuracy might not connect.”

“Plus, it looks like she only has one more attack left in her,” Daisy added, putting a period to this battle. One shot. That’s all he had left. If he connected on his next attack, he would at least have a shot at winning, but if he missed, Meloetta was done for. He needed this next move to be the move to finish Klefki off, but did he really have anything that would work?

Brad again thought of all the possibilities in his head, more or less knowing what he would do, but going through the options one final time to make sure. “This is it, Meloetta! Your last shot!” With his finger pointed towards Klefki, he took in a deep breath and shouted, “CLOSE COMBAT! NOW!”

“What?!” Fluttershy exclaimed. “But she’s still a psychic-type, and her physical attack power isn’t as strong as her special attack power!”

Brad smirked. “You may be right, but not only is psychic a weaker move against steel-types, but close combat also has a lot more attack power to it. The ultimate final gambit. Give it your best shot, Meloetta!”

“Laaaaaaaaaa MEEEEEELLLL!!!”

Meloetta didn’t waste another second, charging in forward with its fist held high. Then, just as she closed the gap completely and began swinging her fist hand down, Klefki made one last ditch effort to move out of the way, ducking its way beneath her fist. Meloetta was still disoriented from the previous attack, and once Klefki began moving away, she did everything she could to connect, swiping down until her fist was beneath her legs.

Everyone stood by in silence, waiting to see whether or not the move had connected. It felt like time was standing still with everyone holding their breaths, staring with perfect attention at the pokémon in the center of the arena. Did it work? Had she connected? Then, just as Brad’s lungs were about to collapse, one of the pokémon in front of him began to move.

“Klef… ki…”

Then, it was over. Brad quickly turned towards the referees just to make sure, but they were still staring down at the battlefield, making sure there wasn’t something they were missing. After several more moments of neither pokémon moving, however, Rose lifted her right arm towards Fluttershy’s pokémon lying on the floor and exclaimed, “K-Klefki is no longer able to battle. Challenger Brad… is the winner…”

Upon hearing those beautiful words, Meloetta smiled and fell to her knees, too exhausted to get back up, but Brad, on the other hand, jumped into the air, pumping his fists while he roared with excitement. “YEEEEEES!!! We did it, Meloetta!”

“La… Mel…”

“Oh, right. You’re probably exhausted af right now. Return!” Before his pokémon completely collapsed on the floor, Brad pulled out his pokéball and summoned Meloetta back in a bright red light. Then, with his whole body trembling in excitement, he turned his attention back towards Fluttershy, who grinned despite her defeat.

“Good job, Brad,” she said, holding her smile. “Here, I have something for you.” As Brad approached the gym leader (while discreetly giving the finger to the catty referees), Fluttershy reached into her pocket and pulled out a badge in the shape of three pink butterflies. “You’ve earned this, Brad. The kindness badge is yours.”

As Fluttershy placed the badge into Brad’s hand, it became more and more difficult to hold in his excitement, and at this point, he didn’t feel like keeping it in anymore. Leaping into the air and pumping his fists, he then turned towards the referees and shouted, “In your face, bitcheeeees!”

The three girls all looked at each other with annoyance and disgust, glancing back over at Brad just to give them their fiery scowls. “Come on, girls,” Rose said, placing her hand on the other girls’ backs, gently leading them towards the exit. “I think we need some fresh air.”

“I agree.”

“Me too.”

As the girls turned their backs towards Brad and began walking outside, Brad stuck his tongue out mockingly before turning his attention back towards his shiny new gym badge. He couldn’t believe that he had managed to beat Fluttershy with all his disadvantages, and finally, for the first time so far on his journey, he felt confident calling himself a real pokémon trainer.

“I guess I also owe you a favor, don’t I?” Then, having his attention pulled away from his badge, he brought his gaze back over to Fluttershy, who looked up through her long hair with a timid expression. “That was the deal, wasn’t it?”

“Uh… you know, Fluttershy, I was just riffing. I mean, you don’t actually have to owe me anything.”

“Oh, I insist! I was honestly giving this battle my all so that I could spend a day playing with that meloetta if I won. It’s only fair that I hold up my end of the deal now that I lost.”

Brad slumped his shoulders, honestly having no clue as to what he could even ask for from Fluttershy, but if he didn’t come up with something, she would probably keep pestering him about it until he made a request. “Look, Fluttershy, unless you’re willing to suck my dick, I don’t think there’s much you can do for me.”

Fluttershy’s eyes grew wide as her cheeks flushed red. “Oh my…”

With a chuckle, Brad then waved goodbye and began walking towards the exit. “The next closest gym is in Sweet Apple Acres, right? I think I’ll head over there next. At least now I know Applejack specializes in grass--”

“I’ll do it.”

Brad froze. Then, turning around, he saw that Fluttershy was also frozen, other than her trembling shoulders.

“You’ll do what?”

“I’ll… do… what you asked.”

“You mean…?” Fluttershy remained still for several moments, then nodded her head, and all of a sudden, Brad’s pants felt three sizes too small.

He couldn’t believe that a timid girl like Fluttershy was willing to go this far, and as much as he didn’t want to usurp her kindness, Fluttershy was one of the few girls he didn’t sleep with in high school. If he managed to get a blowjob from her, it would probably be his greatest achievement as a teenage boy, but he also knew that along with that would come a lifetime of conflicting feelings that he may have taken advantage of her… Still, though, it wasn’t like he was tricking her into it. She was offering herself of her own volition, and the awkward silence was only embarrassing her further.

“Are you sure?”

Fluttershy covered her face with her hands to hide how red she was and nodded again. Brad couldn’t even respond with words, instead moving his hand slowly to his belt and pulling it off of his jeans, making Fluttershy jump from the sound of it hitting the floor. Then, peeking through her fingers, she began to see Brad undo the button on his pants and quickly covered her eyes again, but that was nowhere near as intimidating as the sound of the fabric falling down his legs.

“OK, Fluttershy. I’m ready.”

As Fluttershy peered through her fingers again, she finally made out the sight of Brad’s penis pointing into the sky, causing her heart to tremble as ferociously as her wobbly legs. Brad could see how terrified she was, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t dealt with other girls who had been timid at first in the past. He just needed to ease her into it until she had the confidence to take the wheel herself, and once she got an idea of how exhilarating sex was, she would be as lost in the moment as he was.

The frightened girl tried to take a step closer, but the moment her foot touched the floor, she instinctively pulled it back, shrinking in her own fear. Then, seeing that this was going nowhere fast, Brad pulled off his shoes, stepped out of his jeans and began approaching Fluttershy himself, making her pull her hands completely over her face again. “Here,” Brad said, gently taking hold of Fluttershy’s wrist. “Let me help you.”

As Brad guided down Fluttershy’s hand, he could feel her trembling gradually begin to fade away until it was within reach of his phallus, which made her hand nearly break free of Brad’s grip. Staying firm, however, he led her fingers up the length of his penis so that she could feel how smooth and calming his shaft was, and to his surprise, even though the initial shock made her flinch, once she had placed the pads of her fingertips on the skin of his member, her shaking gradually began to die down. He started by placing his fingers over Fluttershy’s to give her an idea of how to caress his shaft, then steadily pulled his hand away, allowing Fluttershy to move along his length by herself. She was obviously not very confident, but she was beginning to at least feel a little more comfortable after the first couple of strokes.

“See? Nothing to be afraid of.”

The moment the words escaped Brad’s lips, however, Fluttershy yanked her hand back, pulled back into the reality of what she was doing and how timid it was supposed to be making her. “I’m sorry,” she responded, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear. “I guess I’m not very good at this yet.”

“What are you talking about? You’re doing great! I’m feeling very aroused!”

“Umm… Not… Not helping…”

“Then maybe this will help.” Without warning, Brad then brought his hand between Fluttershy’s legs and found his way underneath her skirt, pressing gently against the fabric of her panties and making her swing her hands to her crotch with a yelp. When she looked back into Brad’s eyes, though, despite her heavy breathing from her adrenaline-fueled heartbeat, she saw Brad looking down at her with a calm and collected smile. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

Fluttershy looked down at her hand, which were gripped around Brad’s wrist, ready to yank it away at any moment, but for some reason, rather than move him away, she placed him closer to her crotch, biting her lip from how terrifying the sensation must have felt. “No,” she began quietly. “I-I-I want to do this.”

Brad smirked again, and without any further hesitation, he gently began running his finger between her legs against her soft panties until he managed to find the slit that the fabric tried to hide from him. Fluttershy squeezed her eyes closed, holding onto his wrist tighter, but nonetheless, she didn’t try to stop him as he lightly teased at Fluttershy’s folds, shielded solely by a thin layer of fabric. The more Brad continued to move his fingers, however, the more Fluttershy began to release her grip on Brad’s wrist as her quick, staccato breaths gradually shifted into longer, deeper panting.

Then, without notice, Brad slid his hand upward, grabbed the hem of her undergarments and began sliding the material down her thighs, making her reflexively flinch before timidly allowing him to bring her panties down to her knees, and with nothing left to shelter her, Brad’s fingertips traced their way up Fluttershy’s legs until they reached the parting between her hips. Fluttershy quickly brought her hands to her face to shield how rosy her cheeks had grown, but as Brad played with her folds below, it became apparent by her legs grinding together that she was gradually beginning to enjoy it. His fingers were now beginning to take more liberty, sliding between her lips to wipe away what little secretion had already made its way down before traveling up her crotch to comb through her pubes. He wanted to tease her about how much she was apparently enjoying it, despite her shy demeanor, but he didn’t want to say anything that could possibly pull her out of the spell he had put her under.

Finally, once he was sure that the foreplay had driven her crazy, he gently eased his finger into her pussy, making her collapse on top of his shoulders while exhaling a heavy breath. With one hand around her waist, he held her up to support her wobbly legs while the other navigated its way inside her lower tunnels, which began to grow more tense as they guided him deeper into her orifice. With her womanhood growing tighter, so did her grip on Brad’s shoulder, still burying her face into his jacket while she breathed in his musk and exhaled deeply in passion. She was actually getting into this a lot more than he thought he would, which meant that maybe she was ready for him to take things one step further.

With his finger never losing the gentle rhythm it had found inside her, he steadily moved his hips closer to hers, causing his member to peek underneath her skirt, making her breathing pick up much more rapidly. Still, she would probably freak out if he started having sex with her right then and there, so in order to get her used to something being in her vagina, he played with her labia with his middle finger, giving her a small warning before he slowly began to press deeper, fitting his second finger into her hole.

Fluttershy was now breathing through her mouth, the pleasure now too great for the girl to hold in any further as Brad’s fingers seemed to pull her feminine lubricant out of her body. Fluttershy’s hips were now pressing against Brad’s, her shoulders tensing and her grip almost ripping Brad’s shirt from his body as her legs squeezed Brad’s hand deeper into her orifice. The gym leader’s arousal was at an all-time high, and just seeing a girl as pure a Fluttershy giving into her carnal desires was almost enough to push Brad over the edge himself. He couldn’t wait any longer. With his fingers quickly sliding out of Fluttershy’s vagina, he didn’t give her any room to get back to her senses before he pushed the tip of his dick against her labia and gently squeezed his way inside her.

She was having sex! He couldn’t believe that Fluttershy was having sex in the first place, let alone with him! The best part of all, however, the cherry on top of the creampie was that as much as she was afraid to admit it, she was actually enjoying the feeling of Brad’s dick being inside her. Her eyes were squeezed shut like they would never open again, her breaths were turning into little moans, and her pelvis was beginning to rock back and forth against Brad’s, allowing the momentum to bring his phallus further up her vaginal canal. Again, he was too afraid to say anything, just in case he accidentally broke the spell, but Fluttershy’s face was telling him everything he needed to know anyway.

Taking things up a notch, Brad moved his hands down to Fluttershy’s butt, reaching underneath her skirt and grabbing onto her bare skin to help him slide even further through her legs, making Fluttershy reflexively wrap her arms around Brad’s neck. She was beginning to come around now, to admit that she wanted his dick inside her, and there was no way she’d be able to hide that fact anymore. He probably wouldn’t be able to push too far, like doing anal play or anything weird like that, but he could still get her to do one or two more things he wanted just by asking her.

Pulling his shaft out of her legs, Brad momentarily released his grip on the girl’s butt and brought his hands back to his own body. “Take off your shirt,” he said, throwing his cap on the floor and removing his jacket.

Fluttershy’s eyes were still spinning from the unexpected gratification, but seeing Brad taking the lead, her mind started growing anxious again. “W-what?”

“Take off your clothes,” Brad said as he pulled his shirt over his head, showing Fluttershy his totally nude body. This time, her nervousness actually deterred her from putting her clothes back on, especially when there was a boy getting naked right in front of her and telling her to do the same. Brad knew that Fluttershy was always one to take directions and never stand out, and in a situation where everyone but her was naked, telling her to take her clothes off, she would actually feel more anxious wearing her clothes.

With her shaking hands, Fluttershy grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulled it over her head and immediately fell to her knees, apparently forgetting that her panties were still locked around her legs. It was almost amusing seeing Fluttershy try to remove her panties with one hand while the other was struggling to lift her shirt over her face, but since he was already finished undressing himself, he tenderly fell down to the floor and pulled her shirt the rest of the way over her head. Once she could see again, though, she was met with Brad’s cock bouncing in her face, making her mouth tremble and her head sizzle. Taking her mind off of his penis, however, Brad moved his hands behind Fluttershy’s shoulders and began to undo her bra, causing her to come back to reality and unzip her skirt. Finally, the both of them removed the final layers of clothing off of Fluttershy’s body, and holding out a hand to help Fluttershy back up to her feet, he finally got his first glimpse of what the pink-haired girl looked like butt naked.

Fluttershy still didn’t give him much to work with, seeing as how the moment she got to her feet, she covered both of her breasts with one hand and sheltered her slit with the other, but even the sight of her bare hips, legs and shoulders were enough to make Brad’s cock expand to a painful length. With a smile, Brad motioned his gaze down to his dick, making Fluttershy instinctively look down, but once her eyes made contact with his member, she reflexively covered her face with her hands, giving Brad a prime view of her pink nipples and pubic hair that she left unguarded. Then, feeling the breeze against her naked body, she quickly realized that her privates were in plain view, and switching her hands back and forth, she entered into an uncomfortable paradox of exposed genitalia. Finally, though, after seeing Fluttershy fight with her own anxiety, Brad grabbed hold of her hands, brought her gaze up to match his and squeezed his member between her thighs, teasing at her, but not quite penetrating her just yet.

Fluttershy bit down on her bottom lip, looking into Brad’s reassuring smile while her legs massaged his skin, almost as if they were trying to lift it up just high enough for her to accidentally slip on top of him. This seemed like as good a time as any, though, and without wasting another second, he released Fluttershy’s hands and angled his penis upwards, yet again finding its way through her pelvic bone. Again reacting to reflex alone, Fluttershy grabbed hold of Brad’s shoulders, pressing her breasts against his chest while she instinctively moved her hips up and down, helping him navigate to the deepest corners of her inner walls. Her insides teased him progressively, hitting him in the perfect spot to remind him of how good an orgasm would feel, but gently releasing him just enough for him get his bearings back.

“Oh, fuck,” Brad moaned. “You’re so tight. I’m already close to cumming.”

“Um…” Fluttershy began, not sure whether or not she should keep bouncing on his cock. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” Brad said, pulling Fluttershy off of his pelvis momentarily with a strand of her vagina saliva connecting both of their genitals. “It just means you’re really good at this.”

A question mark appeared over Fluttershy’s head, but she looked like she was too nervous to come out and say what she was thinking. “Uh… if that’s the case… then, um… w-why did we stop?”

Then, putting a hand on her shoulder, Brad leaned in close to Fluttershy’s face and quietly said, “Because you still owe me that favor.” Suddenly, his hand was lowering Fluttershy’s shoulder down until her whole body collapsed to her knees, now eye-level with Brad’s dick. Her face went red again, but this time she was too frozen to even look away. He knew that at this point, she was just as ready as she was ever going to be, and if he waited much longer by doing vaginal, he would just end up losing it and get her pregnant. Instead, he used the trick he had been using the whole time by getting her down to his shaft, guiding her hand until it was atop his penis, then slowly easing it between her lips.

Fluttershy’s eyes went wide with the sudden intrusion in her mouth, but through her timidity, she lifted her tongue up to Brad’s member, allowing him to move himself in and out, grinding through her lips. Once the initial shock wore off, her grip tightened around Brad’s cock as she gingerly brought more of his length into her mouth, not quite deepthroating him, but still going deep enough for her to fight her comfort zone. As Brad lost himself in the sensation around his dick, he brought his hand to Fluttershy’s head, combing through her hair as she began to gain a rhythm, bobbing back and forth with relative ease.

Fluttershy was so hot, and the way she moved on his dick made it almost unbearable to watch, sending Brad overboard and causing him to squeeze his eyes closed, just so he could hang onto this feeling for just a little bit longer before he exploded in the girl’s mouth. Her teeth were gently grazing against his skin, almost like she was trying to prevent herself from accidentally causing him pain and in the process, giving him the greatest teasing sensation possible. Her tongue was doing the majority of the work, licking up and down the bottom of his shaft and lightly flicking his cowper’s gland whenever his dick got into the right position. Even though she was new at this, she was so gentle that she was even better than some of the veterans he had been with, putting them to shame with her intimate approach.

Suddenly, though, he felt something twinge in his insides. Looking down at Fluttershy, she didn’t seem to notice a thing as she looked back up at him, giving her those eyes that were so intoxicating that he automatically felt another zing in his ballsack. His hips were beginning to move a little bit faster now, not enough to scare her, but just enough for her to follow suit and stroke him harder. He felt bad for what he was about to do, but given the situation he was in, he would regret it for a lifetime if he didn’t cum in her mouth when he had the chance.

Fluttershy then went back to closing her eyes, bobbing her head and stroking his cock while Brad’s balls seemed to well up back into his body, and as she gave him a few more strokes in the right place, Brad knew that it was going to come out whether or not she pulled her face off in time.

“Fluttershy?” The pink-haired girl responded by opening her innocent eyes and looking up into his, never losing a beat as her mouth continued bobbing on his dick. “Sorry about this.”

Before she could question what he meant, her eyes went wide. A thick stream of semen throbbed through his cock and shot into her mouth, making her reflexively pull him out, but not without getting a mouthful of semen in the process. Then, even once his dick was out of her mouth, another shot covered her from her chin all the way to her hair, leaving behind a gooey trail in its path. Fluttershy didn’t know what to do at this point, but rather than avoid another shot, she allowed the next pulse to decorate her face, this time hitting her in the eyebrow and making her involuntarily wink as it trailed down to her cheek. The whole time, she kept her jaw open, still not sure what to do about the semen that was already inside, but rather than getting rid of it, the next shot that came out of Brad’s dick went straight into her mouth, adding more to the pool of sperm that was collecting between her lips. The next few shots, however, were much less severe, most of which covered Fluttershy’s neck and breasts as the rest of his orgasm descended into simmering droplets of semen from out his dillhole.

Finally, once Brad had shaken off the rest of the sperm from his dick, he got another good look at Fluttershy to see her eyes squeezed shut, her hands shaking and her mouth opened wide, revealing the buildup of cum she had accumulated. He admittedly felt bad for at least not giving her a little warning, but the sight of her face and body decorated with his seed was too much for him to pass up on, giving him one more inadvertent pulse of semen right onto her leg.

“Sorry about that, Fluttershy,” Brad said, rubbing the back of his head. The pink-haired girl, however, did not respond, to which Brad finally realized that she didn’t know what to do about the semen in her mouth. “Oh, you can swallow that, by the way. It won’t make you sick or anything.”

With a deep breath through her nose, Fluttershy closed her mouth, knocked back the sperm and swallowed it all down, exhaling a deep breath and panting deeply once it was all gone. “It… it’s fine…” she said quietly. “I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”

“What? No! You did great!”

Fluttershy blushed, but as she looked away, Brad could make out a small smile creeping up on her face. “I have to admit, I was so scared the whole time! I was so nervous that I would mess it up for you and that you’d hate me for it!”

Brad chuckled, lending a hand down to Fluttershy for her to get back to her feet, not realizing that she had just used that hand to wipe some semen off of her eye. “You don’t need to worry. I could never hate you. Oh, here’s something to wipe your face with, by the way.”

“Thanks.” Fluttershy then took the soft fabric that Brad had handed to her and began cleaning the sperm from her face, but once she had done so, she immediately recognized that the cloth had a familiar sensation to it. Looking down, she noticed that she had just wiped herself with her own panties, and to make it worse, they were inside out. She now had to put them back on with her vagina in full contact with Brad’s cum, but rather than say anything about it, she timidly put her feet through the holes and shimmied them back up her thighs. “So I didn’t do a bad job?”

The moment she looked up, though, she saw that Brad was already putting his shoes on after having speed-dressed the rest of his body. “Huh? Oh, yeah! Did you not notice how much fun I had all over your face?”

“I… um… well…”

“Sweet Apple Acres is just past Route 3, right? I think I should pay AJ a visit next.”

“You mean, for a pokémon badge or…?”

Brad didn’t need to respond. His smile said it all. With a wink for added effect, Brad opened up the doors to the gym, making Fluttershy hurry as fast as she could to get her clothes on before anyone from outside could see.

“Alright, Applejack,” Brad said, putting his cap on as he walked into the noonday sun. “Let’s see if you’re any better than the others.”

Honesty Badge

Route 3 was the only path that connected Fillydelphia City with Sweet Apple Acres, and for the most part, the entire passage was one big highway surrounded by patches of flowers or tall grass. This was basically his first time since leaving Canterlot City that he hadn’t been surrounded by tall trees or large buildings. In fact, being able to see the sky in its entirety, watching clouds go by as various birds and bugs fluttered through the atmosphere was almost encroaching on his comfort zone.

But on that note, what if someone saw them? What if a random trainer walked by, looking for a pokémon battle just to find Brad with his pants around his legs and his dick inside his psychic-type companion?

“Mel la meloetta?”

“I told you,” the boy replied, biting his lip so that he could edge just a little bit further. “I’ve done this a million times. If someone comes by, we can just hide in the tall grass.”

“La metta?”

“No, exhibitionism is not my fetish! I mean, it is, but I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.”

“Mel?”

“No, I’m not ashamed of having sex with you! It’s just… I’m pretty sure having sex with pokémon is a crime here. I don’t know completely. I’m not a lawyer or anything, but--”

“Mel la metta!”

“Can we talk about this later? I can’t harden at will like a friggin’ metapod, so I need to enjoy this while I can.”

Rolling her eyes, the psychic-type returned to gently bouncing against Brad’s pelvis, breathing softly while quietly moaning with each exhalation. Brad was astounded by how deep her vagina could go, complemented by the tense grip of her small orifice tightening around him, causing him to grow even bigger inside her. As her inner tunnels caved in around him, however, they also provided a thin wetness around his shaft, giving him more leverage for him to more easily slide himself in and out, hitting her nerve endings with each thrust of his hips.

Meloetta then bent further forward, gripping onto her knees as Brad grabbed hold of her long, music-like hair, picking up his speed between her lower lips. The pokémon’s moans were now longer than her breaths in, cooing in pleasure while her undercarriage provided a sweet scent from below, filling all of Brad’s senses at the same time. He could feel her inner tunnels collapsing in around him as he slid against her pelvic bone, gripping him just enough for him to be able to continue his pace, slipping through her feminine entrance. Just as he was about to allow himself to tip over the edge and decorate her insides, however, he felt her hands move back to Brad’s legs, holding on tight as her back arched and her moans became louder.

‘I can hold on for just a little bit more,’ he thought, gripping Meloetta’s wrists as firmly as he could to hold himself back. Meloetta was on the cusp herself. All he needed was a few more seconds until he knew that she was finally feeling it.

Her coos continued on, softly until she was practically screaming. “Mel. Mel! L-l-l-la meeeeeeeeeel!! Metta! La mettaaaaa!!”

‘There it is!’ Finally, Brad gave into his desires, releasing all the pressure he had been holding in and allowing his seed to travel through his body, sending streams of semen into Meloetta’s womb as his orgasm traveled through to his brain. The scenery around him disappeared, including the breeze of the wind and the sounds of birds travelling above him, instead leaving him with the feeling of intense serenity inside his legs. The orgasm was pretty great in and of itself, but it was nothing compared to sharing it with his companion, who looked like she was about to pass out from sheer cock lust at any second.

Finally, however, once the feeling died down, Meloetta pulled herself off of Brad’s phallus and floated into the air, carrying a string of semen between her vagina and Brad’s dillhole and gently pushing it out of her orifice. As strands of jizz fell onto the floor beneath her, Brad quickly pulled up his jeans and belt, looking around to make sure there were no old ladies waiting to pop out of the bushes and put him on the sex offender registry.

“Do you not like the feeling of sperm in your belly?”

“Meloetta.”

“No, you most certainly cannot get pregnant from having sex with a human. In fact, I’m pretty sure you couldn’t lay an egg even if you tried. I don’t even think you have a breeding class in general.”

Suddenly, however, Brad turned around, hearing a slight rustle in the bushes behind him and praying to Celestia that he had imagined it. What was he going to tell his parents if someone called him out on his public indecency? Thanks to Meloetta, the evidence was literally all over the floor, and as many lengths as he was willing to go to in order to stay out of jail, eating his own sperm from off the ground was not one of them. Instead, he ducked his head, trying to see through the tall grass and spot whatever it was that he heard.

“Hello?” he said, praying that he was talking to a rattata. “Is anyone there?”

Silence.

“Did you see my penis?”

As he continued to wait in silence, however, he finally heard the sounds of something cracking… or was that a snort? Was somebody laughing?

“Sonata, quiet down!” a voice whispered loudly.

“He said ‘penis!’ Hahaha!”

“Ugh. You’re the worst.”

At that moment, Brad realized that not only were there people there, but he recognized exactly who they were, and the last thing he wanted to do was deal with them a second time. “Meloetta!” he shouted. “Get back in your ball!” The second he spoke, though, before he could even grip Meloetta’s pokéball, three figures wearing matching outfits jumped out of the bushes, standing in triumphant poses. “Oh, no…”

“Prepare for nipples!”

“And make it triple!”

“To arouse the senses that plague your mind!”

“To ensnare your body and make it mine!”

“To brainwash the people of Equestria!”

“To steal your heart and make you fall in love!”

“Adagio!”

“Aria!”

“Sonata!”

“Team Siren will make you adore us!”

“Now give yourself up and grovel before us!”

“That’s our motto, now time for the chorus!”

The three of them finished their motto with their own individual poses, leaving Brad with his face in his palm. “Hey!” Adagio shouted. “Don’t give us that look! You’re supposed to adore us!”

“Yeah, well right now, I’m really not in the mood unless you’re going to give me directions on the best place to take a nap once we get to Sweet Apple Acres.”

Aria chuckled. “You were in a pretty good mood just a minute ago.”

“You saw that?!”

“Uhhh, duh! We all saw.”

“...D-did you like it?”

Before Aria could respond, however, Adagio let out a loud groan, reaching for the pokéball on her own belt. “That’s enough goofing around! You know why we’re here! We want your meloetta, and we’re not going to fall apart like we did last time! Ready, girls?” Adagio looked back at the other sirens, who nodded in agreement, then pushed the center button of her ball, making it grow to twice its size. “Go, Chatot!”

“Go, Noibat!”

“Go, Loudred!”

With a flash of light, all three sirens released their pokémon, which included two that he had seen before as well as one that looked like it had evolved since the last time they met. He couldn’t waste any time analyzing, though, and turning his cap backwards, he reached to his belt, pulled out two pokéballs and tossed them both onto the ground in front of him.

“Lopunny, Ralts, go!” The next instant, two pokémon emerged from Brad’s pokéballs, revealing a large rabbit bouncing back and forth and a timid white creature with a bowl haircut over its eyes. “Meloetta, I’m gonna need you too!”

“Mel la metta!”

The opponents were now all facing each other, Chatot across from Meloetta, Noibat across from Ralts and Loudred across from Lopunny. Even though Brad’s last three battles had all been resounding wins, he would be kidding himself if he tried to pretend like luck wasn’t a factor in any of it. He almost lost the last time he battled Team Siren, and if they found a way to beat him this time, he would end up losing his companion. He couldn’t afford a loss here.

“Chatot, Noibat, Loudred!” Adagio began, pointing towards Brad’s pokémon, “Use round!”

Without any more warning, all three of Team Siren’s pokemon began making a loud noise, and even though just one of them using it would be powerful enough, the three of them combined were devastating. Meloetta could cover her ears more easily than Lopunny, who had to pull hers all the way down to her sides, but Ralts was basically powerless against them, losing its grip on the ground as the soundwaves continued to pummel it backwards. It tried to grip the dirt road beneath it, but it couldn’t keep its stubby hands away from its ears for too long, sending in the pokémon being tossed backwards down the dirt path.

“Ralts!” Brad shouted, chasing after his pokémon. As soon as he started running, though, the enemies’ attack began to subside, leaving his team at less than full health, but still able to carry on with the fight. “Meloetta, use psychic! Lopunny, high jump kick!”

“La metta!”

“Looooop!”

Meloetta didn’t waste a second in appearing in front of Adagio’s chatot, immediately sending a blastic of kinetic energy through the bird’s body, causing it to immediately faint where it stood. Lopunny, on the other hand, was not as lucky. As she came down from the sky after a large leap, Aria’s loudred quickly moved out of the way, sending Lopunny crashing to the ground, causing it visible pain from the collision.

“Loudred!” Aria shouted. “Finish it with an uproar!”

Then, as Lopunny struggled to get back up to her feet, the enemy loudred erupted with another booming soundwave, making Lopunny scream until her shrill voice descended along with her body. By the time Brad had made it to Ralts and had turned back to see his team, he had already seen two fainted pokémon, one of which was his own. Ralts was still in fighting condition, but there was no doubt that Team Siren’s round attack had put some damage onto it.

“You gonna be OK?” Brad asked with a look of concern, to which Ralts nodded its head weakly. As the trainer looked down at his pokémon with a smile, though, Ralts’s face turned to fear, and turning his head to see where his pokémon was looking, he found himself in the middle of a wing attack, sending him flying across the dirt road with Ralts falling not too far away.

“MEL LA MEL!”

With terror in her voice, Meloetta floated over as quickly as she could to Brad’s body, but before she could get too far, Aria’s voice cried out, “Don’t let her escape! Use bite!” Then, surely enough, Aria’s loudred had managed to close the remaining distance and grip Meloetta into its teeth, causing Meloetta to shriek in an insurmountable pain. It was only a matter of moments before it released Meloetta from its jaws, allowing her to tumble lifelessly onto the ground.

Even though he was close to unconsciousness himself, Brad could was terrified of what was happening. Two of his pokémon had fainted, and his third was close to it. He had been lucky enough that Meloetta had taken out one of Team Siren’s pokémon, but it didn’t look like he was going to be able to stop them this time, the time when he needed to win the most.

“It’s all up to you now, buddy,” he said weakly, doing his best to smile at the frightened ralts. “I know you can do it. Just like last time, OK?”

Shakily, Ralts turned around to face its opponent, and even more terrifyingly, it was on its way for another attack, leaving Ralts trembling all the more. Brad could barely watch as the flying-type descended onto his baby pokémon, but as the distance between the two of them closed, something seemed to catch his eye. Ralts had opened up its mouth, as if it could fight sound with sound, and if the situation hadn’t been as grave as it was, the scene might have even been cute. However, with not even a full second to spare, Ralts lifted up its voice and…

“RAAAAAAALTS!”

...unleashed a powerful disarming voice attack. Suddenly, the tables had turned, with Sonata’s noibat flapping its wings desperately to get away from the attack, but yet, it was stuck in a vortex of sound, trying to escape with no way out. Finally, Noibat’s eyes began to spin in its skull as it fell to the ground, too weak to get up.

Out of nowhere, it was just Loudred and Ralts, both of which were staring each other down with a newfound confidence. Aria, however, was biting her thumb, looking obviously frustrated that she had to yet again be the one carrying her team. “Don’t screw this up, Loudred! Use another uproar!”

Then, planting its feet firmly on the ground, Loudred exploded with another menacing soundwave, coursing through the dirt path. If this attack hit Ralts, the match would be over, and so far, Loudred didn’t seem to have any problems with its accuracy. Brad closed his eyes, gripping onto his jacket as if it could comfort him until the soundwaves finally faded away, but when he opened his eyes…

“Huh?!” Adagio exclaimed. “Where did it go?”

By the time that Loudred turned around, Ralts was already glowing with a blue aura around its body, and before it knew what was going on, Loudred was being lifted into the air. “That’s it, Ralts!” Brad shouted. “Now use confusion and take it out!”

“Ralts!”

As Aria’s loudred began to hover higher into the air, its eyes started growing wider and wider until finally, it went soaring through the air, crashing into the Team Siren girls like a bowling alley. With a resounding grunt from each of the girls, they four of them collapsed into a dog pile with a fainted pokémon on top of them. In some weird way, Brad’s luck had managed to turn at the perfect time yet again, allowing him to keep his Meloetta and continue on his Pokémon journey, but before that…

“Hey, girls.” By the time the Team Siren members could open their eyes through the pain in their heads, though, they saw a pair of big, meaty testicles above their heads, causing all of their faces to burn a bright red. “It’s not gonna suck itself, you know.” Jumping to their feet, the Team Siren girls all began to back away, staring at Brad’s penis as if it would leap out and attack them at any minute.

“Loudred, return!”

“Noibat, return!”

“Chatot, return!”

As the girls summoned their pokémon back to their balls, they all stared sternly into Brad’s eyes, as if they could cause him to surrender just by giving him mean looks, but after several second of the intense staredown, the three of them turned on their heels and began running in the other direction, shouting, “YOU WILL ADORE TEAM SIREN!”

Brad waited a few moments to celebrate, but once he was sure they were gone, he leapt into the air, pumping his fist with a celebratory shout. “YEAH! You did it, Ralts! Hm? Ralts? You OK, there?”

The baby of the party remained motionless as Brad celebrated, staring at one point on the ground as if something were there. Just as he was about to question further, however, a bright light began to shine around Ralts’s body, enveloping it in a white cocoon that continued to grow taller. With awe on his face, Brad took a step back, watching his pokémon grow before his very eyes until the luminescence began to dim again, revealing a completely new pokémon where Ralts had stood. It was very similar to before, only now it was standing on its tiptoes, the bowl cut from earlier was now an adorable pair of pigtails, and its white dress had turned into more of a ballerina tutu. With one eye now visible, it looked up at Brad, who honestly didn’t know how to respond.

“Ralts? Is that you?”

“...Kir?”

Without warning, Brad immediately pulled his new pokémon into his arms, laughing hysterically as he spun Kirlia around with him, the both of them now giggling with excitement. “You did great, Kirlia! I’m so proud of you!”

“Kir Kirlia?”

Brad then turned his head to see Kirlia’s eyes fixated on something behind him, and looking back, he saw his other two pokémon on the ground, laying on their backs with their eyes comedically spinning. “Eheheh… We should probably head to a pokémon center first thing, huh?”

“Meeeeeel...”

Sweet Apple Acres. It consisted of a total of four attractions: a pokémon center, a mart, a gym, and fields upon fields of apple trees, soil and livestock. This was no doubt the agrarian center of the Equestria region, and if it weren’t for the gym here, there probably wouldn’t be any travellers coming here to do anything but buy apples. Applejack had lived here basically her whole life, which made Brad legitimately wonder why she hadn’t legitimately blown her brains out yet. She probably had the guns to do it, too.

After a quick trip to the pokémon center (and getting rejected by yet another Nurse Redheart), he made his way to basically the only thing left in town: the Sweet Apple Acres gym… if you could even call it that. Rather than the rustic designs that he had seen from the other locations, this gym was literally just a barn with the sign “gym” written on it with red paint out front. He had to legitimately look at the sign and back at the barn about five or six times before someone finally called out to him to put him out of his misery.

“Howdy!” shouted a voice, making Brad flinch. “Whoops. Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare ya. Say, don’t I know you from somewhere?”

Turning around, he saw a girl a few years younger than Applejack with bright red hair, a pink bow, a green shirt, and jeans rolled up past her kneecaps. Likewise, Brad also seemed to recognize the familiar face.

“You’re Applebloom, aren’t you? Applejack’s kid sister?”

“Who you callin’ a kid?” she asked angrily with her hands on her hips. “I’ll have you know that I’m a professional at guiding people to find their special talents! Wait a second… your name wouldn’t be Brad, would it?”

The blue-haired boy chuckled softly, running his hand across the back of his neck, making the meloetta on his shoulder tilt her head in curiosity. “I guess my reputation precedes me?”

“Yyyyyyeaaaaaaahhhhh. That’s one way to put it. Umm… My Granny says you ain’t allowed to come here no more. Somethin’ about you not bein’ an upstandin’ citizen or somethin’?”

“Look, if I was here to be a panty pilgrim, I would just climb through the window before anyone could spot me.”

“What in the hay is a panty pilgrim?”

Brad slapped his hand to his face, but luckily, before he needed to explain to a preteen girl how babies were made, a figure walked out of the barn saying, “Alright, Applebloom. I can take it from here.”

With a raised eyebrow and a shrug, Applebloom casually began walking away as an old flame steadily approached Brad, her hands gently rocking back and forth as her hips swayed towards him. Out of all the girls Brad had slept with before, Applejack wasn’t usually the one on the front of his mind, but seeing her again in the flesh made him quickly remember why he was interested in her in the first place. He couldn’t help but smile cockily at the farm girl, lifting his head up confidently and his shoulders back so that he could reminisce on old times before challenging her to--

*SLAP!*

“Ow!” Brad shouted, rubbing the side of his face. “What the cock was that for?”

Grabbing Brad by the collar of his shirt, Applejack pulled their faces together, but not in the hot way. She looked legitimately pissed, and for the first time, he actually had no clue why.

“Just what in the hay are you doin’ here? Oh, and I’m sorry ya have to see this.” She gestured towards the Meloetta floating by Brad’s shoulder, who shook her head as if she also believed that Brad deserved whatever he had coming to him. “We both know that once we graduated we decided to put all that adultery stuff behind us for good! You here to try things out with my kid sister next? Knowin’ you, I wouldn’t put it past ya.”

“You’ve got it all wrong, AJ! I--”

“Oh, really? I’m the one who’s got it all wrong? Maybe I was wrong when I let you sweet talk me into lettin’ you sleep over in my bed when you said you didn’t have no place to stay, just to find out the next day that you were really just in town on account o’ my cousin fiddlesticks kickin’ you out of her place at the last second?”

“Whoa. Fiddlesticks is your cousin? I mean, I can see the resemblance, but are all people in Sweet Apple Acres related?”

With a grunt, Applejack threw Brad onto the ground, looking down at him with a glare in her eyes. “I ain’t gonna tell ya again, so this is yer last shot to leave Sweet Apple Acres fer good, ya hear?”

“Yeah, yeah. I get that, but before I leave, I just have one request.”

“Flash, I’m tired o’ hearing all yer schemes about--”

“I want to challenge you to a gym battle, and don’t laugh, because I’ve already beaten Twilight and Fluttershy.”

Applejack’s face contorted into a confused grimace. “Wait… Come again?”

Pulling himself up to his feet and patting the dirt off of his jeans, he said, “I want to challenge you to a gym battle. Here are my badges as proof of my qualifications.” As Brad opened up his jacket, Applejack flinched like he was trying to flash her, but upon getting a closer look, surely enough, he had the magic badge and the kindness badge attached to the inside of his jacket. “You’re not going to deny me a battle just because of a little riff in our past, are you?”

Applejack struggled to find words, but with a final sigh, she tilted her ten gallon hat and said, “Alright. Follow me into the gym. I’ll let you have one battle, but if you lose, y’all have to git outta here, and I ain’t even playin’ about that.”

Brad nodded his head and followed his old friend into the barn, and though he was expecting the inside to be different than the outside, yet again, he was proven wrong. The entire interior was filled with feathers and hay aside from the outline of the battle arena with an old woman rocking back and forth in the referee’s box, seemingly asleep.

“Granny Smith! Time tah wake up! We’ve got a challenger!”

Forcefully being taken away from her dreamworld, Granny Smith jumped, looking in all directions to get a clue as to what was going on. “We have a hwat now?”

“We’ve got a challenger. Brad here says that if he loses, he ain’t gonna come bother us here no more. Ain’t that right, Brad?”

“Brad?” Granny Smith exclaimed with anger now in her voice. “Boy, I tell ya, if my hip weren’t as bad as it is, I’d come over there myself and stick my boot right up yer cahones fer what you did to my granddaughter Apple Bumpkin!”

“Wait. Apple Bumpkin is your family too? Seriously, AJ, who are you not related to?”

“Quit yer yappin’!” Applejack retorted, tipping her hat again and pulling out a pokéball from her utility belt. “I thought y’all came down here for a pokémon battle, ain’t that right?”

Brad smirked. “Works for me. I only have three pokémon, though.”

“Then it’ll be three pokémon a side. Granny, you good to be referee?”

“You kiddin’? I wouldn’t miss this opportunity fer nothin’!” As Granny Smith spoke, she made sure to smile devilishly at Brad, who inadvertently gulped in response. “Are both trainers ready?” Brad and Applejack both looked at each other, nodded, then turned their gaze back to Granny Smith. “Challenger Brad vs. Gym Leader Applejack. Begin!”

Applejack smiled as she wound up her arm with her pokéball in hand. “I don’t think y’all realize who yer messin’ with. Ivysaur, I choose you!” As her ball escaped from her hand and landed in the middle of the arena, a white light shone out, revealing a bluish green reptile with a giant bulb on its back.

“Saaaaauurr!”

“YES!” Brad exclaimed, pumping his fist. “I called it! Ivysaur is a poison-type, right? That means it’s weak to psychic-types! Meloetta, you’re up first!”

“La metta!” Meloetta then descended from Brad’s shoulder and made its way to the middle of the battlefield, tossing its hair to the side as it got ready for the opening move.

Applejack chuckled, the confidence never leaving her eyes, which was something Brad had honestly not expected. “Well, I can’t say I didn’t expect somethin’ like this.”

“Meloetta! Use psyc--”

“Sleep powder, Ivysaur!”

“SAAAAUURR!”

Suddenly, before Brad could even complete his command, a puff of powder popped out of the bulb on Ivysaur’s back, covering the battlefield with a thick, purple mist. “Don’t let it affect you!” Brad yelled. “Use psychic attack now!”

As Brad waited for the pollen to clear out of the air, however, rather than attack, his meloetta’s eyes began to blink rapidly until she fell down to her knees and collapsed onto the floor, using her arm like a pillow. This was not good. He had fully anticipated things to go his way, but he had underestimated just how much thought a gym leader puts into each of her battles. Applejack must have known that there would be people coming in with psychic-types, and she had found a way to counter their strategy. Once Meloetta woke up, though, it would be all over for Applejack.

“Good job, Ivysaur! Now give it a leech seed!”

“Ivy!”

Then, shooting even more pollen out of its bulb, several seeds found their way onto Meloetta’s body, opening up into a constricting vine wrapping around Meloetta’s body, sucking the life out of her. Brad couldn’t tell how Meloetta could sleep through all of that, but he could at least see her face contort in pain, almost like she was having a nightmare on both the outside and the inside.

“Come on…” Brad said, biting into his thumb. “Wake up, Meloetta!”

“Now, while she’s still asleep, get ready for a solar beam!”

This couldn’t be happening. Brad had picked the perfect matchup, but it was getting set to use the strongest grass-type move that existed without Brad being able to do a thing about it. Sunlight was beginning to form atop Ivysaur’s bulb, which meant that if Meloetta didn’t wake up soon, it would be all over for her, making it a two-on-three battle before Brad managed a single attack.

“MELOETTA! WAKE UUUUPPPPP!”

“La… Metta?”

Meloetta was still in pain from the leech seed, but at least she was rubbing her eyes awake. Finally, with a smile on Brad’s face, he shouted, “Psychic attack! NOW!”

This time, Meloetta didn’t hesitate for a moment. Summoning all the psychic energy she had, she lifted herself into the air, surrounded by a blue glow until finally, she threw her arms forward, causing a ripple of psychic energy to surge through the air, landing on Ivysaur in a direct hit. The grass pokémon flew several feet backwards, skidding across the ground until it came to a stop at the edge of the arena, obviously having taken a lot of damage.

“Ivysaur! Are you alright?!”

With a small smile from the grass-type pokémon, however, it rose back up to its feet, pointed its bulb in Meloetta’s direction and blasted a beam of sunlight towards the psychic-type, hitting her in an attack she wasn’t expecting and knocking her hard to the floor. Brad quickly began panicking again, but with Meloetta completely motionless after how much damage she had already taken, there was no denying the result.

“Meloetta is unable to battle,” Granny Smith said, lifting her arm up towards Brad’s pokémon. “Brad is now down to two pokémon.”

Gritting his teeth, Brad summoned Meloetta back into her pokéball, pulling her off the battlefield in a ray of red light. In all honesty, he had been hoping that Meloetta would sweep Applejack’s team, but he hadn’t even been able to eliminate the first one. The pressure was now building up, knowing that he made a deal to never come back if he lost, which meant that if he couldn’t beat Applejack here and now, his pokémon journey was officially over.

Thinking the possibilities over and over in his head, he breathed a sigh, knowing that all he could do now was send out his team and hope that they would be able to finish the job. Then, pulling his cap backwards, he pulled a pokéball from his belt and threw it onto the stage shouting, “Loppuny! I choose you!”

“Lop! Loooooop!”

Applejack chuckled again. “Ya know somethin’? The kind of stuff yer into never ceases to amaze me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you saying I’ve had sex with my pokémon?!”

“Are you sayin’ you haven’t?”

...This just gave Brad another reason to never come back to Sweet Apple Acres after this.

“A-anyway! Lopunny! Hit that ivysaur with a dizzy punch!”

“Sleep powder again!”

Once again, Ivysaur’s back erupted into a sea of purple pollen falling from the sky, and all Brad could do in the meantime was wait and hope that Lopunny could somehow make it out OK. He clenched his fist, his heart beating through his ribcage, staring at the battlefield as if blinking would make things swing the way he didn’t want, but after several seconds, once the purple mist began to dissipate, he saw a pokémon lying on the floor.

“No…” Brad mumbled to himself, but after squinting his eyes, he saw that another pokémon was still standing, or rather jumping. It was bouncing back and forth like a boxer! “Wait! Did that just happen?!”

Somehow, Lopunny had been able to completely dodge the sleep powder and land a critical-hit dizzy punch, knocking out Applejack’s ivysaur without taking any damage to herself. Both he and Applejack turned towards Granny Smith to see if there was something that they missed, but all she could do was scratch her head in confusion at the scene in front of her.

“Oh, applesauce! Ivysaur is unable to battle! Applejack is now down to two pokémon!”

“YES!” Brad shouted, striking a pose. “How do you like them apples?”

Applejack, though, couldn't help but chuckle as she summoned Ivysaur back into its pokéball and pulled another one from her belt. “Don't get too cocky, ya hear? There's still plenty more battle left to go. Leafeon! I choose you!” Upon throwing her pokéball into the arena, a white light shone on her side of the field, revealing a pokémon whose tail and ears both resembled long, green leaves, howling with energy.

“Leaf! Leaf!”

“Works for me,” Brad said with a smile. “Lopunny! Bounce!”

“Leafeon! Double team!”

Suddenly, as Lopunny jumped into the air, Applejack’s leafeon seemed to split apart, creating a dozen replicas of itself where nobody could find the original. By the time Lopunny reached the ceiling, she had an obvious look of confusion on her face, but with no time left to pick and choose, she catapulted off of the roof of the barn, colliding down onto one of the leafeons at the bottom. A cloud of dust and hay billowed into the air, making everyone pull their arms up to their mouths as they coughed the air back into their lungs, and once the dust had cleared, Leafeon was still standing tall, on the opposite side of where Lopunny had landed.

“Shoot! Loppuny, are you OK?”

“Lop, lop!” she called, struggling to get back up to her feet but bouncing energetically nonetheless.

“Alright. She had us in the first half. I’m not gonna lie, but I know how to counter it! Use dizzy punch, and don’t stop until you land a hit!”

“That ain’t gonna work on us! Leafeon, razor leaf!”

Lopunny quickly threw a punch at Applejack’s leafeon, but once the punch connected, the leafeon disappeared, and just like that, she was assaulted by a swarm of leaves cutting through her fur. With fire in her eyes, however, she spun on her feet, sending another punch to another leafeon, missing again and taking the extra damage in the process from the barrage of leaves hitting her from every direction. So long as Leafeon was using razor leaf, however, that meant that it wouldn’t be able to use another double team, and reeling back its paw for the biggest hit yet, she slammed her fist into the next leafeon, causing it to fly backwards and skid across the ground. This time, all the other leafeons disappeared.

“Good job, Lopunny! Now use bounce one more time!”

“Don’t let him get too cocky, Leafeon! Use double team one more time!”

Again, Applejack’s leafeon began to glow, splitting apart into a dozen replicas of itself, but this time, Lopunny was looking as closely as she could, making sure that she never lost sight of the original. Then, once her feet touched the ceiling again, she catapulted herself downwards, aiming towards one leafeon in particular, and if she had any doubt as to whether she had picked the right one, the leafeon’s eyes spoke volumes by themselves, watching in terror as Lopunny’s attack connected. Once again, dust billowed up around the gym, but this time, when the dust cleared out, Leafeon was lying on its back with Lopunny bouncing back and forth with jubilee.

Brad quickly turned to Granny Smith, who looked furiously back at the battlefield. Then, raising her arm towards Applejack’s side of the field, she announced, “Leafeon is unable to battle! Applejack is now down to one pokémon!”

As confident as Applejack had been up to this point, it was obvious that she was beginning to lose her cool slightly as she bit down on her lip, summoning Leafeon back into its pokéball. Brad, on the other hand, folded his arms with a large smile and an eyebrow raised, trying his best not to sound too cocky, just in case he ended up losing and had to hide from the Apple family forever.

“OK, Brad. Y’all may have caught me off guard gettin’ this far, but you ain’t gettin’ past this! Cacturne! I choose you!”

Throwing her final pokéball into the arena, a white light began to take the form of a human-like shape, covered in small prickles protruding from its body, and once the light finally faded, a cactus wearing a pyramid-shaped hat stood on Applejack’s side of the court with a menacing look. Brad had to think about what he could do in this situation that was different than the last one, but seeing as how it was a grass/dark-type, either a high jump kick or bounce seemed like they would do the trick. Plus, unless she went for another double team, Lopunny would probably have much more success landing a hit than before.

“Alright, Cacturne! Needle arm!”

“High jump kick!”

Before Cacturne could land an attack, however, Lopunny launched herself high into the air, and once she reached the apex of her jump, she reeled her leg back waiting for gravity to do the rest of the work. Brad looked down at Applejack to see her reaction, but rather than an expression of anxiety, he saw a dark smile rising on her face, making Brad suddenly feel sick to his stomach.

“Spiky shield, Cacturne!”

“Cacturne!”

“NO!”

As Lopunny came down to land its attack, however, the spikes along Cacturne’s body grew three times their normal size as it shielded its body with its long, prickly arms. Unfortunately, once the move took effect, Lopunny didn’t stand a chance. The moment her body collided with the thorns along Cacturne’s body, it shrieked with pain, its body becoming stuck to the grass-type’s body as if the spikes were piercing through Lopunny’s skin. Finally, once Lopunny was no longer struggling, Cacturne flung Lopunny to the floor where she collapsed, motionless.

“Lopunny is unable to battle!” he heard Granny Smith announce before he even had the chance to take his eyes off of his pokémon. “Brad is now down to one pokémon!”

He knew that Applejack wouldn’t do anything that would intentionally cause any pokémon permanent harm, but the way his lopunny looked in that instant appeared as though this was something to cancel the battle over. Fighting with his own judgement as to whether or not he should surrender to take Lopunny to the pokémon center right away, he summoned back Lopunny to her pokéball, hoping that he wouldn’t regret this next decision for the rest of his life. Pulling one final pokéball from his belt, he tossed the ball into the arena and shouted, “Kirlia! Go!”

“Kir! Kirlia!”

Brad had learned his lesson before when he tried using psychic-type moves against dark-type pokémon, which meant that if he was going to win this, he would have a very specific movepool that he could choose from. “Alright, Kirlia! I know you can do this! Use disarming voice!”

Opening her mouth wide, Kirlia unleashed a massive soundwave that slammed against Cacturne’s body, making it visually fall to the floor, covering its ears in pain. Kirlia tried to use her attack for as long as she could, but once the air in her lungs ran dry, she let go of the pressure from her abdomen, heaving air in and out to catch her breath. Applejack’s Cacturne, on the other hand, was pulling itself up to its feet, staring down at Kirlia with a face of anger as Applejack stood behind it with a smile.

“You know what they say, Brad. Cacturne! Use payback!”

“Cacturne!”

While Kirlia was busy trying to catch her breath, however, Cacturne leaped forward with its spikes glowing black, and with a powerful swipe, Kirlia was knocked back onto the ground, hitting the floor with enough force to cause her serious damage.

“Kirlia! Are you OK?”

Kirlia grimaced getting up, but otherwise, she was able to get back up to her tiptoes, facing down the Cacturne with a look of dedication in her eyes. Brad, on the other hand, didn’t know what to do. Other than disarming voice, he wasn’t sure if Kirlia had anything other than psychic-type moves. She had teleport for when she needed to get away from attacks, but he couldn’t spend the entire match running away. As he looked back at Applejack’s pokémon, however, he could faintly see its chest rising and falling, trying to catch its own breath as if it were just as exhausted as Kirlia was. This gave Brad hope, albeit not much to work with.

“Think you’ve got one more attack in you?” Brad asked his pokémon, to which she responded with a happy nod. “Good. I think that last attack did more damage than I thought it would, but I don’t know if you can handle getting hit by another payback… Unless… Kirlia! Come here for a second!”

Suddenly, everyone was tilting their heads in confusion as Brad summoned his pokémon closer, holding his hands around his lips as he whispered quietly into Kirlia’s ear. Whatever he had told her made her face shine with excitement, as if a lightbulb had just gone off over her head, and as Brad rose back up to his feet, Kirlia leapt back over to the battlefield with a newfound determination in her eyes.

“I don’t know what that was all about,” Applejack said with a shrug, “but y’all ain’t gonna pull any fast ones on me, ya hear?”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Brad retorted with a laugh. “Alright, Kirlia! Use disarming voice!”

“Finish it off with payback!”

Kirlia quickly moved over to the enemy cacturne, opening its mouth and taking a large breath in, and as it did so, Cacturne got ready by reeling its spiky arms back as the thorns began to turn black. If this disarming voice didn’t finish it off, the payback would end the battle for her. Finally, Kirlia landed right in front of Cacturne, and with all the power in her diaphragm, she leaned her body forward and…

“Kirrrrrr!”

...growled at the dark-type pokémon.

Everyone was suddenly caught off guard, including Applejack’s cacturne, but by this point, its arm was already mid-swing, scratching against Kirlia’s body, but not doing nearly as much damage as before. With a smile on both Brad and Kirlia’s faces, Kirlia finally unleashed the attack that they had been planning this whole time, releasing an ear-shattering sound into Cacturne’s ear at full blast. In one short move, the tables turned around completely, knocking Cacturne back into the air until it collided with the ground, trying its best to get back up, but finally collapsing motionless onto the barn’s dirty floor. Finally, just like that, the match was over. Brad had again, somehow miraculously won.

With a cocky, shit-faced grin, he looked over at Granny Smith, whose jaw was so close to the ground that he was afraid her false teeth could fall out at any minute. She looked back at Applejack, trying to find some way to avoid ending the battle, but all Applejack could do was pull her ten gallon hat over her face, trying to hide her shame. “C-Caturne is unable to battle. Challenger Brad is the winner…”

“YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!” Brad screamed, nearly breaking his vocal cords in the process. “Eat a dick, Granny Smith!”

“Why, you’d better watch yer mouth before I come over there and--”

“Granny!” Applejack shouted from behind her hat. “I’ll take care of it from here. Why don’t you run along and leave the two of us alone for a minute? I think me and Brad need to have a little bit of a talk.”

Granny Smith narrowed her eyes, but she did not question her granddaughter. Weakly lifting herself off of her chair and onto her walker, Granny Smith slowly made her way out of the gym as a soft silence fell upon everyone, with neither Applejack nor Brad moving an inch. Finally, once Granny Smith had managed to walk herself out, Applejack sighed, tilting her hat up so that Brad could see her unapproving gaze as she put her hands on her hips.

“What is this really all about?” Applejack asked, recalling Cacturne back to its pokéball. “You just collectin’ badges to rekindle old flames? Is that it?”

“What’s your deal, AJ?” Brad asked, summoning Kirlia back inside her own pokéball. “Why don’t you believe that I can be serious about trying to enter the Pokémon League?”

“‘Cause that just don’t fit yer type, Brad! Ain’t you got other goals in life? I ain’t never seen you with a pokémon before now. That’s fer sure.”

“Well, not only have you seen me with a pokémon now, but you’ve also seen me win my third gym badge, which I still haven’t received, by the way.”

Applejack sighed, reaching into her breast pocket and pulling out a badge that resembled three shiny red apples. Then, making what felt like the longest trek ever, she grabbed Brad by the hand and placed the badge into his palm, closing his fingers on top of it. “Alright, Brad. You win. The honesty badge is yours.” Brad was about to cheer again, but Applejack held tighter onto his hand, staring sternly into his eyes. “But ya still can’t come back here no more, ya hear?”

“Wait, were you being serious?”

Out of nowhere, the gym leader grabbed her hat and tossed it onto the floor, stomping in frustration. “Of course I’m bein’ serious! Do you realize how many of my family members you’ve taken into bed with you?!”

“That’s just it! You have so many family members that for all I know, I might have done it with like thirty-nine of them by now!”

“And that’s the point I’m tryin’ to make here, Brad! Can’t ya just… cool yerself down a little? I… I’m scared about Applebloom. I’m scared that if you keep comin’ here, she might get caught up in all this too. You just… do that to girls sometimes.”

“What about you?”

Applejack grimaced. “Beg yer pardon?”

“I’m saying… did I ever have that effect on you?”

“What do you think, Brad?! The last time you were here, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about that time we uh… y-you know. When you didn’t have no place to sleep and ya told me that you were too scared to sleep alone?”

“That was a good line, wasn’t it?”

“That’s my point! Flash, you bein’ here… it brings back old memories that I’d much rather forget about, and I can’t have you doin’ this near my family, ya hear?”

Brad, however, placed his gym badge alongside the other two on the inside of his jacket, sighing sadly as he did so. “I get what you’re saying. I’m not happy about it, but I don’t want to ruin our friendship or anything. Plus, if Granny Smith ever caught me, I think I’d be deader than a raticate in a barrel of applesauce.”

Applejack giggled femininely, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear and reaching around Brad to pull him into a big hug. “Don’t worry. I’ll come around Canterlot every once in a while to see how yer doin’.” The feeling of Applejack’s embrace was so warm, filling his body with a genuine happiness that he had yearned for since the last time he saw her. She was so much different than all the other girls he had been with, like she would always be honest and genuine with him no matter how-- “Brad, yer pokin’ me with yer dick.”

“Ssshhh. Ssshhh. Just let it happen.”

“Really now?!” Applejack exclaimed, pulling herself off of Brad’s body. “Yer really gonna ruin a moment like that?”

“What can I say? I miss you already. Speaking of which--”

“Nope. Ain’t happenin’.”

“You sure? It’s not like I’ll get to see you again any time soon, after all.”

Applejack folded her arms and turned her back, but after several moments of silence, she couldn’t help but peek over her shoulder, looking Brad in the eyes and moving her vision south. The moment her eyes made it down to the bulge in his pants, however, she flinched and turned to face away from him again, leaving another several moments of silence. Brad knew that sometimes silence was golden, and that if he could just go a couple more moments without saying anything, she would eventually break and give in. He had done the prodding, and now he just needed to make sure that she chose this for herself.

Finally, with a sigh, Applejack turned her head and said, “If I do this, y’all better git outta town and never speak a word o’ this to anyone.”

“Sweet!”

As Brad quickly began to undo the belt on his jeans, Applejack quietly giggled to herself, seeing the elation all over his face and beginning to undo the buttons to her shirt as well. The teenage boy worked like lightning, pulling his shoes off of his feet and shimmying his pants down his legs, nearly falling backwards as he hopped on one leg to pull the fabric off of his ankles. Being with Applejack made him suddenly realize how much he had missed both her and her body, leaving him with a full-length shaft before he had even done anything foreplay.

“Oh, Flaaash,” an enchanting voice called out. “Remember these?”

As soon as Brad’s boxers were off of his feet, he slowly looked back up to Applejack, whose shirt had been unbuttoned with her bra pulled up to her clavicle, revealing a pair of beautiful eighteen-year-old titties. He could feel his cock begin to bounce with his heartbeat flowing directly into his groin, making it obvious in his face as well as his crotch how much he enjoyed the sight before him. Then, taking a few steps closer as Applejack’s eyelids closed halfway, Brad lowered his face, allowing his lips to gently circle around the cowgirl’s areola while his fingers traced circles around her remaining breast. Applejack bit her lip as the sensation began to no doubt take effect, which would only double in power the moment Brad opened his mouth, letting his tongue travel down to her skin, gently grazing against her nipple.

“Mmmm…” Applejack cooed, closing her eyes while her chest rose and fell even more violently. This, however, gave Brad all the permission he needed to go full throttle, placing her nipple in between his lips as he sucked tenderly against her skin, using his hand to play with the nipple of her other breast, squeezing her boob firmly as he did so. The blonde-haired cowgirl then quickly grabbed Brad by the head and neck, pulling him in closer to her body as the sensations in her body began to overwhelm her, causing her chest to rise into Brad’s mouth with every breath she took.

Just as things were beginning to heat up, however, Brad pulled his mouth off of her breasts, making her frown with a look of disappointment in her face, but fortunately for her, Brad had other plans that were much better than that. He then continued to kiss is circles around Applejack’s boob before bringing his mouth down to her abdomen, running his fingers delicately against her waist as his mouth found its way to the hem of her denim skirt. With his palms stopping at her waist, Brad gripped the button of her skirt with his teeth and steadily pulled it away, allowing her skirt to gently fall down her legs and onto the dusty floor. The only thing that prevented him for fulfilling his desires now was a pair of pure white panties, shielding him from the piece of her body that his instincts were so powerfully craving for.

Applejack’s legs seemed to squeeze together, which he couldn’t tell whether that meant she were embarrassed about Brad being so close to her crotch or if she were so horny that she couldn’t take it. Fortunately, however, once Brad saw a small wet spot at the base of her cameltoe, he could assume that it was at least a little bit of both, and with his fingers gently prodding the hem of her underwear, he slowly pulled the fabric down her legs, flipping them inside out and revealing a small slit in her pelvis that he wanted more than anything. In fact, he didn’t even wait for her panties to be down any further than her knees before he brought his tongue to her womanhood, making her recoil forward in the sudden exhilarating pleasure. As Brad searched through her insides with his tongue, Applejack combed through his hair with her fingers, occasionally pulling his blue locks whenever he accidentally ran his tongue up against her clitoris.

“Oh!” Applejack blurted, making Brad quickly pull his face out of her crotch. The blonde-haired girl seemed to curse at herself internally, but just to be sure, he had to make sure he knew that she was OK.

“You doin’ good, Applejack?”

“Yeah, sorry. I guess I just got a little carried away there. Whoo wee! It’s been a long time since I felt somethin’ like that!”

“Then maybe I should remind you what it felt like the last time.”

Applejack narrowed her eyes with a smile on her face, which Brad mirrored by giving her his own sultry stare. Then, rising to his feet, he grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and started pulling the shirt from off of his body, and immediately following suit, Applejack pulled her button down shirt down her shoulders and unhooked her bra, leaving the both of them completely naked once Applejack pulled her panties the remaining way off of her legs. As the two of them approached closer again, Applejack placed her hands on top of Brad’s bare chest while he allowed his hands to fall down her back, gripping tightly on her firm butt. Then, with one last smile, the two of them closed their eyes and fell into a hard kiss with Applejack wrapping her arms around Brad’s neck and Brad pulling her in closer by her ass.

Their tongues were now dancing across each other in a saliva fight, running up and down the base of each other’s mouths as Brad’s hand slowly made its way to the other side of Applejack’s pelvis. He had to slip a finger in just to make sure she was lubed up enough (which Applejack responded to by forcing her tongue deeper into Brad’s mouth), but once he pulled it out with a string of feminine liquid connecting his finger with her insides, he grabbed hold of his penis, circled it around Applejack’s labia and gently placed it inside. Applejack immediately pulled her mouth off of Brad’s to release a powerful moan, digging her fingers into Brad’s shoulder as Brad maneuvered his way through her inner tunnel, pushing himself in deeper and deeper. Soon, her fingernails were grinding against Brad’s back, her breasts pressing against Brad’s chest as his hips began to find a steady rhythm between her legs.

Brad then pushed Applejack softly away from his body, allowing her to lean back while he humped her beneath, now getting a prime view of her breasts as they bounced up and down with each thrust. Tossing her hair back, she gave Brad a sultry smile, hanging onto Brad’s shoulders and dragging her fingers to his arm, feeling around his upper muscles while her breaths began to turn into moans.

“Mmm… Yeah… Ah! Oh! Ohhh… Mmmm!”

“Hang on,” Brad said, killing the moment yet again and leaving Applejack pleading for more. As he pulled his cock out of Applejack’s orifice, however, he got down onto the dirt beneath him, laying down and angling his penis upwards. “You like doing it dirty, don’t you?”

Applejack giggled and slowly, sensually, allowed her legs down to the floor, gently placing her hips on top of Brad’s and letting his firm member slide back into her pleasure center. Almost immediately, her shoulders fell forward, her breasts hanging down along with her mouth, which was already beginning to gasp in desire again. With one hand running against Applejack’s left buttcheek, however, his right hand grabbed hold of Applejack’s boob, placing it into his mouth and sucking tenderly as the momentum of Applejack’s hips began to pick up. His dick was now beginning to rub up against Applejack’s cervix whenever she descended her hips all the way down, along with the sensation of her inner walls squeezing against Brad’s firm shaft. The best part of all, though, was the sound of her wetness echoing through the gym every time their hips collided, complemented by the sound of Applejack’s feminine moans.

“Yer so good…” she whispered right before a loud gasp, causing her whole face to tense up in pleasure before she accidentally got too loud.

“C’mon, Applejack,” Brad said in a low voice. “Let everyone in Sweet Apple Acres hear you.”

“Ahhh! I can’t! Can you imagine what would happen if Applebloom found out?”

Brad chuckled. “She’d just be learning from the best.”

Then, grabbing hold of Applejack’s hips, he began to lift his hips harder inside of the girl in front of him, lifting his lower half off the ground as Applejack kept her cowgirl position. As his dick continued to grow longer and stiffer between her inner folds, the blonde-haired teenager fell backwards, propping herself up with her hands as she bounced her crotch on top of Brad’s lap. Both of them were now panting and sweating profusely, adding even more liquid to the buildup of love juices dripping from Applejack’s vagina. As she pulled one hand off of the ground to fondle her breast, her face began to scrunch up in arousal, letting Brad know that she was getting close to reaching her limit.

Pulling himself out one more time, however, he grabbed Applejack by her waist again, turned her around, and softly sat her down on top of him, allowing his cock to go through her at an entirely new angle. Before she even started moving her pelvis, she was already moaning out breaths of pleasure, giving Brad the inclination that she really did want to scream for everyone to hear, just so long as she was given the right push. Biting down on his lip, Brad slammed his cock through her as hard as he could go, causing her shoulders to pinch backwards as her head swung back in pleasure, becoming a little bit more vocal with each breath.

“Mmmmm!”

The sight of Applejack in the throes of arousal was tempting him to finish before her, but he wanted to hear her really scream before he let her off the hook. With his fingers softly traveling down Applejack’s spine, her back began to arch, creating a wave shape as her body rocked back and forth against his member. The overwhelming sensuality was beginning to grind against Brad’s better judgement, leading him to explore Applejack’s entire body in a desperate attempt to keep himself from ejaculating prematurely. His hands reached all over her, gripping her shoulders, pulling her hair, caressing her torso, playing with her pubic hair, squeezing her tits, anything he could do to keep his orgasm back just a little bit longer, and likewise, having her body explored like that was making Applejack’s voice become even louder. Her moans had turned into screams, trailing off at the end to show how badly she was trying to silence herself. No matter how much she wanted to hide her growing libido, however, the feeling within her loins was growing uncontrollable, manifesting itself via the heartbeat inside her throbbing against Brad’s penis.

“Applejack, I need you to cum for me right now!”

“Ahh~! H-hold on! I’m almost there!”

Brad wanted to agree, but his balls had already started to grip inside his body, and even if Brad pulled out right now, there was no stopping what was about to happen. Finally, gritting his teeth and pumping his hips inside Applejack as hard as he could, he finally heard an ear-shattering scream come out of Applejack’s mouth, timed perfectly with the explosion coming from his own end. Applejack was gripping hold of Brad’s leg with one hand while the other fondled her breast, heaving in air between each scream coming out of her mouth. Meanwhile, Brad’s entire lower body was shaking, trembling between Applejack’s lower lips as his dick painted her insides white, flooding her ovaries with his sperm. There was no doubt Applejack could feel what was going on, but rather than getting angry, she pulled it in as much as she could, allowing the semen to coat her cervix while her better judgement was being attack by her pulsating vagina.

Both of them continued to moan in pleasure for another minute, experiencing the greater boundaries of lust until their bodies would no longer send any more dopamine into their bloodstreams. They were sweaty, out of breath, and covered in each other’s bodily fluids, but until that orgasm finally subsided, they would only focus on the feeling of euphoria flooding from their genitalia. Then, once it was finally over, Applejack weakly pulled herself off of Brad’s pelvis and fell backwards onto the floor, covering her butt with dirt and hay, much like Brad’s had probably been.

“Whoo wee!” Applejack exclaimed. “I’d better get my clothes on before I get in big trouble.”

“Yeah, thanks for the volume, by the way.”

As Applejack slid her feet through her panties and Brad put his shirt back over his head, Applejack began to laugh, making the blue-haired boy wonder if he had accidentally broken her brain. “Let me tell ya somethin’. This is exactly why I can’t have ya comin’ back here. I ain’t just worried ‘bout you or Applebloom no more. I’m worried that I might get mahself in trouble.”

“No kidding!” By this point, Brad was fully dressed and Applejack was putting her bra back over her breasts, and even though he had just barely cum not even two minutes ago, he already missed the sight of Applejack’s naked body. “You know, if you’re ever in Canterlot…”

“I’ll be sure to pack pleeeeenty o’ protection. Shoot, I don’t know what I was thinkin’ lettin’ you do that in the first place. You know, if this whole thing ended up with me gettin’ pregnant--”

“IS THAT GRANNY SMITH I HEAR?!”

Applejack quickly covered her mouth and started looking for somewhere to hide, just in case she ended up walking in and seeing them still alone together, but more importantly, Applejack had dropped the subject. She then quickly looked out the windows and pushed Brad out as fast as she could. “You gotta get outta here quick!”

“Sounds good. Where’s Pinkie Pie’s gym, by the way?”

“Baltimare City. Now git goin’! Hurry!”

Before Brad could say another word, Applejack slammed the doors to the gym closed, but fortunately for him, not only was there no one coming, but he had managed to leave exactly when he wanted. Plus, he had managed to add one more badge to his collection, putting him that much closer to the Pokémon League. He didn’t know what Pinkie Pie’s typing was or how he would go about defeating her, but one thing he knew for sure was that just like every time so far, he would figure it out. Then, when he did, he would leave her with the perfect parting gift.

“Get ready, Pinkie Pie, ‘cause I’m gonna whoop your ass.”

Laughter Badge

“OK, is it just me, or are you starting to get a little freaked out too?”

“La metta!”

As Brad and his meloetta continued to walk through the surrounding cave, it seemed like every other step there was a zubat flying right above them or a trainer that they couldn’t see. It was amazing that anyone would dare go through this cave, especially seeing as how the darkness was so deep that Brad couldn’t even see the pokémon on his shoulder.

“M-Meloetta?”

“Why would I teach you flash?! Would you rather be stuck with a useless move forever just so you can see a couple steps in front of you?”

“La meloetta!”

“I’m sorry. When am I going to need to lower someone’s accuracy again? I might as well teach you sweet scent at that point. I can’t believe a move like that even exists. Like a freaking smell is going to lower someone’s evasi--WHOA SHIT!”

Suddenly, before Brad even realized that he was falling, his face was in the ground with his mouth now full of dirt, rocks, and probably a diglett. As he pulled his chest off of the cavern floor, he shook his head wildly, spitting out as much of the filth as he could and brushing the grime off of his tongue while he looked around for whatever had tripped him. Of course, in this darkness, there was no way he’d be able to find the perpetrator, but just as he was about to get back up to his feet, a soothing smell began to slip its way into Brad’s nose. It was so peaceful, so relaxing, and probably the least-likely smell that he would expect to find in a dumpy old tunnel like this.

“Meloetta, please don’t tell me you learned sweet scent just to get back at me for not teaching you flash.”

He could hear Meloetta shaking her head violently. “Mel la metta!”

“Then can you help me up? I feel like I twisted my ankle on the way down.”

With Meloetta helping Brad up to his feet, the pokémon trainer looked all around him, desperately searching for the origin of the soothing smell, but it was almost pointless considering how little vision he had. At the same time, though, the scent seemed to be pulling him in closer, like there was a pokémon trying to guide him to its aroma, which he greatly wanted to find to fulfill his curiosity, if nothing else. As his Meloetta pulled him up, Brad started walking in the opposite direction, causing confused tugs from the psychic-type until he could hear the faint footsteps of a pokémon in front of him.

“Ha! I got you!”

“STEEN!?”

The pokémon then began to flail as Brad held it in his arms, trying to figure out what he was holding by feeling it all over. “H-hold still, whatever you are! I need to find out if you’re worth catching or not!” Just as he was beginning to pick up on the pokémon’s flowery physiology, however, he suddenly found himself touching a spot underneath one of its flower petals, making it flinch before freezing up. Then, pulling back on it some more, his face began to grow a bright red, practically lighting up the darkness as he finally figured out that whatever pokémon he had found, it was a female.

“SteeeeeeeNEENEENEENEENEE!”

Suddenly, out of seemingly nowhere, Brad’s face was getting pummelled by slap after slap, leaving a handprints on his face so deep that he could feel the redness. Then, once its slaps were finished, its whole body began to spin, causing a burn in Brad’s hands until he finally let go, receiving one last smack as the two of them fell back to the floor, one more gracefully than the other. While Brad sat up rubbing the marks on his face, however, he could both hear and smell the pokémon trying to escape, but he wasn’t about to let it escape so easily, especially after being on the wrong end of its BDSM fetish.

“Meloetta! Follow its scent and sing it to sleep!”

“ La metta!” The sounds of its footsteps were quickly growing inaudible along withs its scent becoming gradually untraceable, making him wonder whether or not Meloetta would be able to get to it before it disappeared in the dark cave. Just as he was about to give up and start blindly making his way towards the exit, however… “Meeeeloeeeettaaaaa Melooooeeeeettaaaaa!”

She did it! Brad had to fight off the urge to fall asleep himself, but once the song had finally ended, he heard his own pokémon begin to cheer, beckoning him over with the sound of her voice. Quickly, he pulled himself up to his feet and started running in the direction of where Meloetta was calling, and surely enough, the scent was gone, replaced by the soft sounds of a snoring pokémon.

“Sweet! Good job, Meloetta! Now, how am I going to catch this thing if I can’t see it?” Meloetta groaned, pulling an unused pokéball from Brad’s belt and tossing it down, making the trainer reflexively put his hands to his crotch as if he had just been violated. “Careful, Meloetta! You can’t just go around grabbing a man’s balls!”

“LA METTA!”

“Hmm?”

The two of them quickly hushed their voices, listening as closely as they could to the sound of the pokéball beneath them, rocking back and forth on the rocky cavern floor. There was a long wiggle at first, then a slightly less violent wiggle, and then a quiet roll until the sound of the pokéball turned into an audible click!, leaving the cave in silence once again. Brad remained silent for another moment or two, waiting to hear it pop out of the ball and begin running away again, but once the message finally sunk in, he bent down, felt around for the pokéball and picked up the sphere, which seemed slightly heavier than normal.

“Did… Did we do it?”

“Mel la metta!”

“YES!! That’s my fourth pokémon! Now let’s get out of here and see what I caught! I’m gonna be pissed if it turns out to be a gloom.”

Fortunately for both Brad and his pokémon, however, they were already on the home stretch, spending just a few more minutes dodging zubats until they finally found themselves at the mouth of the cave, leading them just outside of Route 5. Once again, they were surrounded by trees and a dirt path leading to the city, but this time, as night had already fallen with the moon high in the sky, the bright lights of Baltimare City illuminated the way. They weren’t far from reaching their goal, but before they even thought about walking whatever distance they had to get to the city, Brad pulled out the pokéball with his newly acquired pokémon and threw it onto the dirt path ahead of him, ready to find out exactly what he had caught.

“Pokéball, go!”

The ball collided into the ground and bounced into the air, opening up to expel a bright light into the dark night as the ball launched back into Brad’s hand like a magnet. The emerging pokémon wasn’t very tall, standing only about two inches from the ground, but it had slender hips with thicc legs, giving it a feminine figure that matched its gender perfectly. Then, as the light finally began to dissipate, the pokémon stretched its short, white arms while fluffing the pigtails on its head in the shape of giant leaves, similar to the stem of an apple. As it looked up at the trainer who had caught it, however, it puffed its cheeks, folded its arms and turned around with a grunt, making Brad suddenly feel like this new pokémon wasn’t going to warm up to him as well as the others.

“Hey, you! My name’s Brad. I’m gonna be your trainer from now on, OK?” The pokémon then turned her head over her shoulder with a suspicious glare, but once the two of them made eye contact, she stuck her nose in the air and turned away again, refusing to acknowledge him. “What?!” Brad had to look back at Meloetta, just to make sure she was seeing the same thing as him. “Can pokémon do that? Just not listen to their trainers?”

Meloetta sighed, shrugging her shoulders. “Mel la…”

“Are you freaking serious?! Ugh… Look, miss uh… What did you say your name was again?”

The grass-type looked back over her shoulder and glared again, speaking with as much bite in her voice as she could. “Steenee.”

“OK. Listen, Steenee. I didn’t mean to fingerbang you like that. It was an honest mistake. It happens to the best of us.” By this point, his new pokémon was finally facing him, albeit with a scowl on her face as she began verbally assaulting him, making the psychic-type by his side begin to hold her sides in laughter. “What? What’s going on? What’s she saying?”

“Mel la mel la mel la!” she laughed, giving Brad a scowl of his own.

“Look, Steenee! I said my sorries! Now it’s time for you to be a good little pokémon and get back in your ball!”

“Steeeeeen!” the grass-type replied, pulling down on her eyelid while sticking her tongue out.

“You whore!” Brad then threw his pokéball again, encapsulating his newly captured pokémon in a bright, red light, again launching back into his hand while he gave the psychic-type to his side a nasty look. “I’ve had just about enough of you. Come on. Let’s get going to Baltimare.”

As Brad began walking, however, Meloetta giggled a few more times before floating back over to her trainer’s shoulder, crossing her legs like she hadn’t just pissed him off. As much as Brad wanted to be angry, however, he was mainly just glad that he was out of that dark cave and finally on his way to Baltimare City, where he would hopefully get his next gym badge. Pinkie Pie’s gym probably wouldn’t be open during this time of night, but he still wanted to check it out, just so he had an idea of how he would prepare for their upcoming battle.

“Hmmmm…” Brad said, staring intently at the gym’s outer walls. There was nothing in particular that would give away what kind of typing Pinkie Pie would use based on the building alone, but seeing as how the lights inside were all turned off, he felt pretty safe in assuming that the gym was closed. This was his chance to get the upper hand, even though so far it just looked like he was probably going to do something illegal to people passing by.

“Meloetta?”

“Steel-type! No! Wait, wait, wait, wait!” Brad then placed his ear next to the building, knocking gently against the outer layer and feeling a rough, course surface of the bricks holding the edifice together. “I’ve got it! She uses rock-types!”

“La metta?”

“Fuck you. I’m a genius.”

“Excuse me.”

Brad and Meloetta both jumped back a step, taken off guard by a girl who seemed to appear out of nowhere. She had medium purple hair along with pale gray skin that went perfectly with her plain blue dress, making her look like she had just picked a towel out of her linen closet and turned it into an outfit. The creepiest part about her, though, was the low, monotone voice she used as well as her dull expression, making her come off as emotionless, almost like a serial killer, only not as hot.

“Could you please not knock on the walls? That clay is very sensitive.”

“Oh. Y-yeah… No problem.”

“Also, if you’re planning on doing something illegal, I’m going to call the police. This building is only for people who want to challenge Gym Leader Pinkie Pie, even though I also like to sometimes stare at the beautiful craftsmanship of the igneous rocks used to make these bricks. They must have been through so much in order to give us the luxuries we have now.”

The woman then placed her hand on the wall of the gym, rubbing it tenderly as Brad silently hoped that the people walking by didn’t think they were some kind of couple. “Uhh… I think I’ll just come back tomorrow when Pinkie Pie comes back.”

As soon as Brad turned to walk away, though, the woman said slowly, “What do you mean? Gym Leader Pinkie Pie is inside right now.”

“Wait, what?! It’s like 11:30 at night!”

“Of course. That’s when they come out to play…”

A sudden shiver went down Brad’s back, making him wonder whether or not he really wanted to see what was supposed to be behind those gym doors. Just once today, he wanted to be somewhere bright, but apparently, everything west of Sweet Apple Acres was covered in darkness aside from the few streetlights that brought him there.

“Maybe we should wait until tomorrow,” Brad said, turning towards Meloetta.

“Meloetta la mel metta!”

“But it’s dark and scaryyyyy!”

Then, out of nowhere, Meloetta had picked Brad up with her psychic powers, pushing him through the gym doors and throwing him inside. As Brad winced in pain from the landing, however, and after taking a second to rub his bottom, he finally got a good look at the gym’s interior, which was pitch black other than the blue, flame-lit candles hanging on the walls. Literally the only things that were visible were the arena, the referee’s box and a red velvet chair, which sat a girl in a black and blue dress, smiling down at Brad with a twisted grin.

“Brad?! Is that you?!” she asked, standing up from her seat. “Wowie! I didn’t expect to see you here! Is there anyone else here to see me? Is this a surprise party? HOW DID YOU KNOW IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY?!”

“Pinkie Pie, your birthday isn’t for another six months,” called a voice from the referee’s box. As soon as Brad’s pupils dilated enough for him to see the figures inside, he finally made out three women who all bore striking resemblance to the gym leader, albeit with much different auras.

The one who called out had a dark gray vest on top of her white shirt and light, black jeans, complementing the curves of her legs as well as the fierce attitude on her face. The girl beside her seemed like the polar opposite in every manner, wearing a black top with white pants that seemed to blend along with her dark gray hair, which covered half of her face. She seemed like she had been tormented half her life, and the way she rubbed her arms made it apparent that she wasn’t too fond of being there any more than Brad was. Finally, rounding out the group was the girl he had met outside the gym, still looking back at him with the same blank look as ever.

“Oh, well if it’s not my birthday, then he must be here for a sleepover!”

“I think he’s here to battle you,” the creepy one said in her signature monotone vice. “He seemed to be trying to figure out what type of pokémon you use.”

“You mean Brad wants a pokémon battle?!” Pinkie quickly jumped for joy with confetti shooting out of her armpits and all over the floor. The minute she touched back down, however, she put her finger to her mouth, suddenly deep in thought. “Waaaaait a second. You’re not a pokémon trainer, are you?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” As Brad opened up his jacket to reveal the badges inside, all four women squinted their eyes to see the three metallic objects shimmering faintly in the dim candle light.

Finally, once Pinkie realized what he was showing her, she clasped her hands to her mouth and gasped, bouncing up and down where she stood. “You mean you already have three gym badges?! This is incredible!”

“So what do you say, Pinkie? Are you ready for a gym battle?” Even though Brad was smiling with confidence, he really just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible so he could leave this creepy gym forever.

“You bet! Limestone, Marble, Maud, are you three good with being the referees?”

Marble and Maud nodded, whereas the girl at the end groaned in frustration, holding her head in her hand. “Ugh. Just when I thought we’d actually get out of here early for once.”

“By the way, Pinkie,” Brad began as he made his way to his side of the battle arena. “What is your specialty? Rock-types?”

“Nope! That’s Maud, but she’s on vacation from being a gym leader right now.”

Brad cocked an eyebrow, taken aback that his surefire guess had turned out to be wrong. “Then what is it?”

“Ghost-types!”

“...Say WHAT?!”

“Haunter! GO!”

As soon as Pinkie arrived on her side of the court, she tossed one of her pokéballs into the arena, releasing a large, gaseous, disembodied head with a matching pair of floating hands. Brad flinched in surprise as he tried to figure out how a girl as peppy and rosy as Pinkie Pie would choose to specialize in easily the most horrifying type of pokémon that existed. Realizing that everyone was waiting on him, however, Brad looked over to the pokémon on his shoulder and nodded, giving her the signal to take her place in the arena.

“Oooooooo! I’ve never seen one of those before!”

“Don’t change the subject! How in the hell did you end up specializing in fugging ghost-type pokémon?!”

Pinkie Pie, however, tilted her head in confusion, putting her hands on her hips as if the answer was supposed to be obvious. “That’s an easy one! I chose them because they’re so funny! Isn’t that right, Haunter?”

“Haaaaaaauuuuuuunt!”

Suddenly, Pinkie Pie and her ghost were having a battle of seeing who could make the funnier face, which her haunter was winning, not just because he could physically stretch his face farther, but also because Pinkie Pie fell into a giggle fit after every new pose. The sight of her cracking up at the creepy pokémon as if it didn’t resemble a severed head was almost heartwarming,until he remembered it was a living embodiment of death itself. Finally, though, once it was clear that Haunter was the winner of their face-scrunching battle, Pinkie Pie wiped a tear from her eye and faced Brad again, giving him the same bright smile as always.

“We’ll use three pokémon each! Does that work for you?”

“Works for me.”

The words had just barely escaped Brad’s mouth by the time Limestone announced, “Are both trainers ready?” The boy then nodded at Limestone, whereas Pinkie Pie jumped up and down with excitement. “I’m gonna take that as a yes. Challenger Brad vs. Gym Leader Pinkie Pie. Begin!”

“Alright, Meloetta!” Brad shouted, pointing his finger at the daunting haunter. “I’ve never really battled a ghost-type before, so I’m not really sure what we’re doing. Try hitting it with psychic!”

“MeloeeeeeeTAAAAAAA!!!!”

The psychic-type pokémon then levitated herself into the air, clutching her chest as her body began to glow a bright blue aura until, with the flick of her arms, a psychic wave coursed through the opposing haunter, which began to flail in pain. If Brad remembered correctly, Haunter was also part poison-type, which meant that every psychic attack would do massive damage, but he couldn’t, for the life of him, remember what else ghost-types could do. Finally, after Meloetta’s attack had faded away, Pinkie Pie’s haunter rose back into the air, disappearing and reappearing out of nowhere as it laughed maniacally.

“Wow, Brad!” Pinkie Pie shouted. “That’s a really strong pokémon! How did you manage to catch one of those?”

“...With my dick.”

Pinkie Pie stood in silence for several moments, but after shrugging her shoulders, she pointed her finger back towards the arena, causing her haunter to reappear once again. “You may have caught me off guard with that attack, but there’s one thing you forgot about!”

“Oh, yeah? And what’s that?”

“Psychic-types are weak to ghost-types!”

This time, it was Brad’s turn to stand in silence, sniffing in through his nose as he casually stuck his hands into his pockets, looking down at his feet and shaking his head in irritation. “That’s just my luck, isn’t it? Out of all the pokémon that you could be strong against, you just had to be strong against mine.”

“Haunter! Hit it with a shadow ball!”

“HAAAAUUUUNT!”

Brad couldn’t look, and neither could Meloetta for that matter. With a black and purple sphere of energy manifesting above it, Pinkie Pie’s haunter threw its hands forward, sending the ball on a collision course towards the shuddering psychic-type holding her arms up like it would help in shielding her… but when the ball made its impact, it disappeared without a trace. Brad waited several second to hear his pokémon crying out in pain, but when it never came, he opened his eyes, seemingly in just as much confusion as Meloetta was in. In fact, everyone except for Maud had a look of complete shock on their faces with nobody able to explain why Pinkie Pie’s seemingly smart move hadn't worked.

Then, pulling her jaw up from the floor, Limestone raised her arm and shouted, “Foul! Illegal outside interference!”

“Wait, what?!” Brad interjected. “How the hell did I do that?”

“I… I don’t know, but there’s no way that Pinkie Pie’s haunter missed a direct hit at point blank range like that! You had to be cheating somehow!”

“It wasn’t cheating,” Maud intervened in her usual monotone voice. “His pokémon must be a normal-type.”

Limestone grunted, now switching her annoyance to her sister. “I thought it was supposed to be a psychic-type!”

“It’s both. It’s a dual psychic/normal-type.”

Everyone remained silent, trying to figure out if there was any flaws to Maud logic, but surely enough, it would make sense, even if Brad had no idea himself the typing of his own pokémon. “Oh, wait!” Brad said, hitting his hand as if he had just had an epiphany. “Twilight said something about that, didn’t she?”

“La metta,” she responded with a nod. Then, with a smile growing on his face, he clenched his fists, jabbing in Pinkie Pie’s direction as he laughed with confidence.

“Get fucked, Pinkie Pie! You’ve got nothing on me now! How’re you gonna win without being able to use ghost-type moves, huh?”

Pinkie Pie, though, rather than being afraid, gave Brad a spooky smile, giggling to herself as his confidence dropped again. “Don’t worry, Brad! I still have a few party tricks up my sleeve! Haunter! Use hypnosis!”

“Meloetta! Quick! Use sing!”

As both pokémon faced each other with determination on their faces, the two of them opened their mouths, emitting loud sound waves towards the other as they released their attacks. Meloetta’s sound waves were by far more beautiful to the ears, but Haunter’s attack had an extra frightening tone, leaving the two moves to collide in a visible distortion of color in the middle of the playing field.

“What’s going to happen?” Limestone asked, turning towards Maud.

“Hypnosis has an accuracy rate of sixty percent, whereas sing’s accuracy rate is only fifty-five. It’s more likely than not that Haunter will come out on top.”

Maud’s lack of confidence in him wasn’t helping, but with another rush of emotion, Brad shouted out, “Meloetta! You can do this! Keep singing!”

“Extra loud hypnosis, Haunter!”

The sound waves seemed to get louder, affecting both the visibly-distorting aesthetics of the battlefield as well as everyone’s eardrums, making everyone but Pinkie Pie cover their ears to keep themselves from being affected. Finally, after the sound waves died down and the color of the gym returned to normal, both pokémon stood tall, waiting for the other to fall asleep where they stood… but no matter how long they waited, neither pokémon seemed to move an inch.

“I thought you said Haunter would put that thing to sleep!” Limestone shouted, but Maud just blinked her eyes slowly as if she had predicted this outcome all along.

“They both missed,” she replied in a low voice. “Pinkie Pie is running out of options. If Haunter gets hit by another psychic attack, it’s basically going to mean the end for this round.”

Finally, Brad was actually on the receiving end of good news for once! “You hear that, Meloetta? It’s all over! Give it another psychic attack and finish it off!”

“Destiny bond!”

Brad’s eyes grew wide. “Wait, what?!”

As Meloetta began to glow a bright blue aura around its body once again, Pinkie Pie’s pokémon began to laugh hysterically, releasing a white light into the air that encircled its body. Just as Brad began to figure out what was going on, though, it was already too late. Meloetta then released all the psychic energy inside her body, crashing against Haunter and making it once again flail in pain. As the ghost-type gradually descended to the floor, however, struggling to stay conscious until it finally stopped moving, Meloetta keeled over out of nowhere, grabbing her stomach as if the attack had caused herself pain as well. Then, closing her eyes, Meloetta fell to the floor, just as motionless as the haunter in front of her.

“No…”

“Both pokémon are unable to battle!” Limestone announced, raising her hand into the air. “Both Challenger Brad and Gym Leader Pinkie Pie are down to two pokémon a side!”

Brad cursed internally, pulling Meloetta’s pokéball out and summoning the pokémon back into her ball. He had really been hoping that he would be able to get through the rest of Pinkie Pie’s team, supposing the only good moves she had were ghost-type moves, but now he had to think seriously about who he wanted to use next. Seeing as how Lopunny was a normal-type, she would still resist ghost-type moves, but she would basically be restricted to bounce and endure, leaving her as a last resort at best. Kirlia was a psychic-type, which meant that unless Pinkie pie pulled out some crazy ghost/fighting-type, he was going to be at a harsh disadvantage.

Then, he remembered one last pokémon on his team, and with a smile finally forming on his face, he pulled the pokéball off of his belt and shouted, “Steenee! I choose you!” The pokéball then collided with the ground, releasing a grass-type pokémon sitting on the floor, pouting with her cheeks as she folded her arms grumpily.

“Steenee, huh?” Pinkie Pie replied with a giggle. “I know juuuust what to do about that! Mismagius! Go!”

Once Pinkie Pie threw her own ball into the arena, however, the white light that emerged steadily turned into a floating, purple ghost, somersaulting in the air with a large, creepy smile on its face. “Mismagius! Mismagius!”

“Alright, Steenee, let’s see what you can do,” Brad said, pointing his finger at the gym leader’s pokémon. “Hit it with your strongest grass-type move!” Several moments passed with everyone holding their breaths, waiting for the pokémon on the floor to make its move, but once the tension began to grow uncomfortable, the grass-type pokémon yawned loudly and fell over onto her side. Everyone’s reactions were completely different, from Pinkie Pie’s laughter to Marble’s cringing face to Maud’s indifference to Brad confusion. “Uhh… Steenee? Did you hear me?”

Again, another several seconds passed before Steenee stretched her arms, waving lackadaisically at Brad as if she were just trying to piss him off. “Steenee.”

“YOU WHORE!”

“Is that it?” Limestone asked, glaring daggers back at Brad. “If your pokémon’s not gonna obey you, it’s officially disqualified from the match.”

“Steenee, you ungrateful bitch! Use a move already!”

Barely looking over her shoulder to show Brad her furrowed eyebrows, Steenee faced Mismagius and tossed her leafy hair back, emitting a sweet scent across the battlefield. Brad immediately fell backwards, his feet flying up into the air as he landed from the sheer lack of effort that his pokémon was showing. Mismagius, though, other than having its evasion lowered slightly, didn’t seem to be affected at all, bouncing back and forth in the air with glee.

“Alright, Brad,” Limestone said, raising her arm up slowly. “I’m calling it. Steenee refuses to battle! Brad is now down to one pokémon!”

“YOU DENSE! MOTHER! FUCKER!” As Brad recalled his pokémon, he could see one last smirk before her body turned red, returning to the confines of her ball. He definitely hadn’t counted on being down two to one without even putting a scratch on Pinkie Pie’s second pokémon, leaving him with just one other option to finish off the battle. “Lopunny! Get out there and show ‘em how it’s done!”

“Lop! Looooop!”

“Oooooooo!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed. “You have the cutest pokémon, Brad!”

The teenage boy’s face blushed, somehow embarrassed about his overtly feminine team. “A-anyway! Lopunny! Hit it with a bounce!”

“Loooop!” Then, squatting down to the floor, Brad’s lopunny shot up to the ceiling, hovering above Mismagius as it looked around for its opponent, and with her legs turning upwards in the air, she kicked herself down once again, flipping in the air and crashing down on the ghost-type, making it cry out in pain.

“That’s it!” Brad shouted. “Now, do that again!”

“Don’t let it get away, Mismagius! Hyper beam, now!”

Brad’s eyes went wide. Just as Lopunny was about to bounce her way back into the air, a bright ball of energy appeared right in front of Mismagius’s mouth, soaring towards the rabbit pokémon and hitting her square in the chest. The normal-type cried out in a similar way that the ghost-type had, only there was no denying that Mismagius’s attack did far more damage than bounce had done to it.

“Lopunny, while Mismagius is recharging, use bounce one more time!”

Lopunny was slow in getting up, but nodding its head, it jumped into the air, soaring above the arena. The way Mismagius looked at Lopunny made it clear that it was terrified about not being able to get an attack off in time, which only became scarier once she kicked herself off the ceiling again, coming down hard and crashing into Mismagius yet again. The ghost-type cried out once more, but even after a second head-on attack, it looked ready for one more attack, especially now that it had finished recharging from its last turn. Brad was actually lucky that the one move Steenee decided to use was sweet scent, which made it a little bit easier for Lopunny to connect with her attacks. Now all she had to do was land one more hit, and the two trainers would be down to one pokémon a sid--

“This is it, Mismagius! One more move, so let’s make it count!”

“No!” Brad shouted, looking over at his pokémon. “Lopunny, use endure! Hurry!”

“THUNDER!”

Before Lopunny had the chance to comprehend her order, however, a storm cloud circled along the top of the gym, roaring a loud boom throughout the building. “Miiiismagiuuuuus!” Then, the minute Lopunny looked up to see what was going on, she was immediately hit with a tumultuous bolt of lighting, sending electrical signals throughout her body. The normal-type yelped in pain, being struck with so much electricity that Brad could almost see the bones within her body, and when the attack finally finished with the clouds beginning to dissipate, Lopunny fell to the floor. Motionless. It had all happened so quick. She didn’t even have the chance to use one final move to defend herself, yet in the world of pokémon battles, that was just how things played out sometimes.

It was over, and for the very first time, Brad had lost a pokémon battle.

“Lopunny is unable to battle!” Limestone shouted, raising her hand. “Gym Leader Pinkie Pie is the winner!”

“Yippeeeee!!!”

As Pinkie Pie jumped up and down with glee, Brad slowly walked over to the pokémon lying on the floor, falling to his hands and knees as he looked down at how much pain Lopunny had endured for him. It had endured this pain for nothing. The sight of his pokémon after being hurt this badly was heartbreaking enough on its own, but coupled with the fact that he himself was to blame for the loss, even after his team performed flawlessly, made this whole battle not even worth the fight. His team had been crushed, feeling unjustified agony, and it was all his fault.

With his hand covering his face, Brad summoned Lopunny back into her pokéball and held back his tears.

Laughter Badge part 2

This might have been the first time he had ever lost anything in his life.

Throughout his life, Brad had always been talented, charming, full of charisma, basically getting anything he ever wanted, but now he was tasting how bitter the flavor of defeat was for the first time. If he ever wanted to sleep with someone, he did it, and nobody ever told him no. The only time he ever had to even think about being rejected was when his band split up after high school, leaving him to try and figure out a way to continue pursuing music by himself. That, however, was nothing compared to the gut wrenching pain in his stomach after remembering the faces of his pokémon while they suffered for him, just to come out of the battle with nothing to show for it.

As Brad sat in the barren pokémon center, sitting alone in a bathroom stall while he waited for his team to receive their treatment, he began to wonder whether or not it was even worth it challenging Pinkie Pie again. Just because he had suffered his first real defeat didn’t mean that he was the type to give up after one go, but he didn’t want his pokémon to continue to get hurt over and over again until he finally figured out what he was doing. He had all the chances in the world to beat Pinkie Pie, but even if he had chosen Kirlia over Steenee, he still probably wouldn’t have made it past her mismagius. The only reason he managed to beat Haunter was because he got lucky with Meloetta, who still had no chance against an opponent with destiny bond.

Had he really wanted to enter the Pokémon League, or was he just trying to run away from the pressures of making it in the music industry? Was he really serious about this, or were the others right to believe that this was just one big joke to him?

*knock, knock, knock*

“Brad?”

*knock, knock, knock*

“Brad?”

*knock, knock, knock*

“Brad?”

Before the person on the other side could knock any more, Brad stood up and opened up the stall door, seeing a tall, lanky guy with a bowl haircut and a stare just as creepy as Maud’s. How in the hell did he even know who Brad was, let alone where to find him?

“Uh… yeah?” Brad spoke with a cocked eyebrow. “Can I help you?”

“Technically, I’m here to help you. Maud said that when you left Pinkie Pie’s gym, you were basically on the verge of crying.”

“What?! I wasn’t crying!”

“Technically, on the verge of crying isn’t actually crying.”

Brad had to take a couple seconds to even come up with a comeback to this weird and awkward conversation. “Well, I don’t think I need you to help me feel better or anything. I’m just waiting for my pokémon to get healed up so that I can head back to Canterlot City.”

“Maud said you would probably overreact to the situation.”

“Oh, really? Then why don’t you bring her in here so she can tell me that herself?!”

“...Because this is the men’s room. That’s why she asked me to come in here for you.”

Brad sighed a long breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried yet again to figure out what to do in this situation. “OK. Let’s try this again. You’re here because Maud can’t go into the men’s room, right?”

“nnnYes.”

“And the reason Maud came here in the first place was to check up on me, right?”

“nnnYes.”

“For what? Does she think I’m suicidal or something?”

“Technically, all she said was that you would probably overreact in some way. Never once did she mention suicide as the primary means of coping.”

As the two of them continued to stare each other down, Brad could begin to feel his own eyes becoming as dull and lifeless as the person in front of him, and if they kept that conversation going much longer, he would probably turn into him completely. Then, without saying another word, the teenager slipped past the awkward man and headed back towards the lobby of the pokémon center, hopefully so he could give Maud a piece of his mind. It was nice of her to check up on him, but so far it seemed like she was just doing it to keep her family’s PR in good standings.

Once he got to the main lobby, however, he saw not just Maud, but Limestone and Marble as well, immediately standing from their chairs as soon as he came into view.

“There he is!” Limestone announced, almost like she was annoyed that she had to even be there. “You see? I told you he’d be alright!”

“I’m still not so sure that he is,” Maud replied, turning to face Brad’s scowl. “When you left the gym, your face was completely pale. It looked like you had just seen a ghost.”

Aaaaand here came the jokes.

“Well, thanks for checking up on me, but I’m good. As soon as my pokémon are all healed up, I think we’re just gonna head back to Canterlot City to--”

“You’re going to challenge Pinkie Pie again,” Limestone interrupted, not even giving Brad the chance to speak. “If you think you’re leaving after that one loss, you’re sorely mistaken. The four of us aren’t going to let you leave that easily.”

“Technically, it’ll be the three of you,” the weird dude added, slowly making his way out of the men’s room. “I’ve already done my part in attempting to persuade him.”

“Who the hell even are you?!”

Just as Brad was beginning to lose it, Maud then made her way over to the man with the bowl haircut, wrapped an arm around his waist and said, “Brad, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend Mudbriar.”

“Technically, we’ve already met.”

Again, Brad breathed a long sigh from his nose, rubbing his temples in a poor attempt to clear away his frustrations. “OK. Let me be a little bit more frank here. I’m not going to challenge Pinkie Pie again. I’m going to leave as soon as my pokémon are healed. I’m done being a trainer. Thanks for your concern, but it won’t be needed anymore.”

“What, just because you lost one time, you’re suddenly going to give up being a trainer forever?!” Limestone exclaimed. “Marble, doesn’t that seem a little extreme to you?”

The girl in the middle nodded her head with a smile. “Mmhmm!”

“Brad,” Maud began, “there’s something we should probably tell you about Pinkie Pie. She just started a little bit ago after taking over my position for me, but ever since she’s been gym leader, she hasn’t lost a single battle.”

“Great,” Brad replied sarcastically. “Yet for some reason, you think that someone whose pokémon won’t even listen to me will be able to beat her? And I swear, Mudbriar, if you say the word ‘technically’ one more time, I’ll break your dick in half like a stick.”

Mudbriar’s eyes went wide in fear, but before the situation got out of hand, Maud quietly intervened. “You didn’t happen to catch that Steenee in the cave right next to Route 5, did you?”

“Wait, do you know my pokémon?”

The dull woman shook her head. “I just know that there are lots of grass-types in that cave, especially in Steenee’s evolution line. I also know how dark it is in there, which means being able to catch a pokémon there must have taken a lot of skill. Usually when a pokémon acknowledges skill, they devote complete obedience to the trainer who caught them. Since Monstrous Cave is right next to Baltimare City, I’m guessing you haven’t had her for very long.”

“Well, yeah. I mean I just barely caught her like an hour ago.”

“Do you have any idea why she hasn’t learned to trust you yet?”

“Probably because I fingered her in the cave.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...If no one else is gonna say, I will,” Limestone announced. “Brad, that’s fucked up.”

“It was an accident!”

“I think that pokémon is going to be the key for you winning that battle,” Maud continued. “Since she’s so new to your party, it makes sense that she doesn’t trust you, seeing as how she hasn’t seen you win yet.”

“Technically, the reason she doesn’t trust him is because he raped her.”

“Can I leave now?” Brad asked, eliciting another groan from Limestone.

“Look. All we’re saying is that we can help you get Steenee on your side, but we’re only gonna do that if you battle Pinkie Pie again.”

Brad was now furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “Why do you four want me to beat her so bad?”

“Pinkie Pie is taking this gym leader thing a little too seriously,” Maud replied. “She thinks that if she loses a single battle, she’ll be letting me down, seeing as how she replaced my position as Baltimare City’s gym leader.”

“We need you to beat some sense into our sister,” Limestone added, punching her fist into her hand. “We want her to know that win or lose, we’re still going to love her no matter what!”

“Mhmm!”

The way that all four of them were supporting him, even in defeat, was beginning to feel a little undeserved. He was, after all, still a rookie pokémon trainer, despite the fact that he had three badges already, but they still had a confidence in him that he didn’t even have in himself yet.

“Do… do you really think I can beat her?”

“Absolutely.”

“You bet!”

“Mhmm!”

“Technically, nnnyes.”

He wasn't so sure how seriously he should take the opinions of the weirdo quartet, but he was still feeling a sudden invigoration, driving that competitive side inside him despite not knowing what he would do when actually facing Pinkie Pie. Plus, if they could somehow make it to where Steenee would start listening to him, he wouldn't need to feel as bad about keeping her as part of his team. Then, just as he was about to let himself doubt his confidence at the last second, he heard a bell ring through the pokémon center, alerting Brad that his team was back to fighting fit. He would have to talk to them first before he put them in danger again, but if they said yes, he didn't really see any reason not to try at least one more time.

“Flash Sentry to the main desk, please,” the intercom announced, bringing a wide smile to his face.

The five of them all arrived at the main counter together, where he was instantly greeted by a cheering lopunny and a meloetta doing circles in the air around himself and the indescribably attractive nurse. “Your pokémon are doing much better,” Nurse Redheart said, tilting her head with a smile. “Be sure to come back if you need anything else!”

“Actually wait! I do need something else!”

“Certainly! What can we help you with?”

“I uh… I burnt my dick.”

Nurse Redheart was no longer smiling, instead giving him a half-grin, half-grimace. “Uh huh…”

“I think it just needs a check up by a medical professional such as yourself.” Brad added a wink at the end, but that just made Nurse Redheart's grin droop even further down her face.

“Unfortunately, we're out of burn heals. The pokémon center is now closed. Good bye.”

The nurse then quickly scurried into the back room, despite Brad reaching out in desperation. “Wait! The pokémon center doesn't close!”

“I… think that's enough, Brad,” Limestone said, pulling him away from the counter.

“NURSE REDHEART, HEAL ME UP! HIT ME WITH THOSE D CUPS!”

Limestone had to practically yank the teenager away from jumping over the counter, making Maud turn towards Mudbriar as if he could explain the boy's perspective. “Honestly,” Maud began, “it amazes me how you were ever able to seduce Pinkie Pie in the first place.”

“You know about that?! Wait, hold on a second. How did you two meet?”

“We met at a rock show.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” Brad held up his hands in disbelief, turning towards Mudbriar as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. “You fell in love with the girl at the rock show?”

“Technically, it was a stick show.”

The teenage boy then turned his attention back to Maud, now confused as to whether she meant rock as in the genre or she legitimately went to see a bunch of stones. “What?” she asked, making him realize he was staring.

“I don't know. I guess I'm just confused is all.”

“Come on. Let's go back to the gym. We'll explain what to do on the way.”

It was amazing that a gym would still be open at two o'clock in the morning, but Pinkie had always seemed to be a little bit different than the rest of society, in more ways than one. In fact, the moment Brad and crew walked through the doors, Pinkie quickly started bouncing up and down again, seemingly filled with more energy than she had before.

“You're OK!” Pinkie exclaimed. “I was so worried about you after you left. I wanted to come see how you were doing, but I couldn't just leave the gym.”

“Don't worry about it,” Brad said with a smile, carrying his meloetta on his shoulder. “I know how you can make it up to me, but only if I win.”

“Hold on a second! You want to battle me again already?! Wowie! You're more dedicated than I thought! Can I count on you girls to be the referees again? Oops, sorry. I mean, you girls plus Mudbriar?”

The girls all took their spot in the referees’ box, but Mudbriar stayed where he was, close to Brad on the other side of the field. “I would prefer to leave calling the match to the professionals. In fact, I would much rather be Brad's cheerleader. He's going to need one.”

Needless to say, the blue-haired teenager wasn't thrilled about Mudbriar even being there in the first place, but he was at least happy that seemingly everyone was giving him their support. Even Pinkie Pie, the girl he was battling with seemed to be legitimately excited about the battle, not because she wanted to win, but because she wanted to have fun battling with her friend. Then, as Brad remembered about his own friends, he turned to the pokémon on his shoulder with a concerned look on his face.

“You sure you want to do this again? You don't have to if you don't want t--”

Before he could even finish, however, Meloetta slapped him across the face, leaving an eighth note red mark on the side of his cheek. “Mel la meloetta!”

“OK. Sorry. You're right. Just next time, instead of slapping me, maybe you could just say, “Hey, Brad! Meloetta mel la meloetta!’”

His psychic-type put her hand to her face, shaking her head as Limestone began to raise her hand from the other side of the arena. “Are both trainers ready?” Pinkie and Brad looked to each other and nodded, despite the obvious contrast in their confidence levels. “Challenger Brad vs. Gym Leader Pinkie Pie! Begin!”

“Alright, Brad! Why don't we start of where we finished last time? Mismagius! I choose you!”

Pinkie then threw her ball into her side of the battlefield, emitting a white light until the familiar ghost-type soared into the air, laughing chaotically. The sight of the monster was beginning to bring back unwanted memories, but putting them into the back of his mind, he turned his cap and threw his own pokéball into the arena.

“Steenee! You're up!”

The minute his pokéball touched down onto the gym floor, it once again released a white light that gradually transformed into his grass-type pokémon, laying down and yawning with boredom. He then turned his attention over to Pinkie Pie's sisters, all of whom were smiling at him with confidence, including the normally emotionless Maud! Although, to be fair, Brad still wasn't one hundred percent sure that she was smiling at him and not Mudbriar trying to cheer in the background.

“Two, four six, eight. Who do we appreciate? Brad! Brad! He's our man. If he can't do it, no one can.”

“This place is gonna give me nightmares,” Brad said under his breath before turning his attention back towards his grass-type. “Alright, Steenee! Are you ready for this battle?”

“Steeeeeen,” she replied with a yawn, which Brad had basically come to expect at this point.

“I understand. I'll let you go back to your nap in a second. There's just one thing I have to tell you first.” Steenee's leafy ears were now beginning to twitch as she discreetly turned her head to the side, just barely able to see over her shoulder the sight of Brad falling down onto one knee. He had to look back towards Maud, just to make sure he hadn't misunderstood her instructions, but once Maud's small smile gave him his cue, he looked back at Steenee and said, “You are my light and my sunshine, Steenee. When this battle is over, will you marry me?”

“WHAT?!” Pinkie shouted, grabbing onto her head in bewilderment. Despite how shocked she was, however, it was nothing compared to the look on Steenee's face, who was now blushing profusely.

“St-t-t-t-teenee?”

Meloetta rolled her eyes, which Brad hoped she hadn't noticed as he continued his speech. “That's right, Steenee. Win or lose, you will always be the one and only pokémon for me. Now, do you think you can help me out with this battle in the meantime?”

Steenee was silent for several moments, her cheeks so red that they were practically sizzling audibly for everyone to hear. Finally, lifting herself off of the ground, she stood up tall, facing Pinkie Pie's mismagius with a loud cry.

“Steeeeen!”

“What?!” Limestone exclaimed in total disbelief. “Did that actually work?!”

“Steenee still wasn't sure what kind of trainer Brad was,” Maud responded. “Once he decided to commit himself to Steenee, she saw that he had an emotional investment in her.”

Even having it explained to her, Pinkie Pie was still in disbelief, shaking her head to allow it all to sink in. “Alright, Brad. Your pokémon may be listening to you now, but that's not going to change the results from last time! Mismagius! Hyper beam!”

“Protect!”

Then, with a large beam of energy heading towards her, Steenee created a transparent wall in front of her, blocking Mismagius's attack before it had the chance to connect. Brad was amazed that his pokémon was actually listening to him, but he had to keep himself focused before Mismagius caught them both off guard with another attack.

“Alright, Steenee! Now hit it with a magical leaf!”

“Shadow ball, Mismagius!”

Just as Steenee was getting ready to hit Pinkie Pie’s pokémon with an attack of her own, Mismagius quickly materialized a dark, shadowy ball above its head, throwing it towards Steenee. Of course, it landed with a direct hit, making Steenee obviously wince in pain, but even so, she held strong, releasing several leaves from her body and shooting them at Mismagius, causing it to take more damage than Brad had anticipated. So far, things seemed pretty evenly matched, which was exactly what he needed considering that this was the pokémon that caused him so much trouble in the last battle.

Pinkie Pie squealed with excitement on the other side of the room, jumping up and down as she said, “This is sooooo much fun battling against you, Brad! Normally, when I have to battle someone, I just use a bunch of fairy-type moves since people usually use dark-types against me, but you’re using pokémon I’ve never battled against! I have no idea what you’re going to do next!”

Honestly speaking, if Brad had any dark-types, he probably would have used them, but seeing as how Pinkie Pie already had a plan to beat those, he was kind of relieved that his team consisted of two normal-types and a grass-type. He had a plan on how to beat Pinkie Pie, although he still needed to look back at Pinkie Pie’s sisters to make sure he should use it right now, and surely enough, all of them were nodding at him.

“OK, Pinkie Pie! This is where you’re going to lose. Steenee, use toxic!”

Steenee then opened up her mouth, projecting a purple liquid onto the mismagius, who quickly attempted to shake off the poison as it began to cover its body. As Pinkie Pie watched on, her jaw dropped, somehow confused as to what was going on in front of her, making Brad happy that he chose to trust her sisters on how to beat her.

“But… Steenee is pure grass-type!” Pinkie exclaimed. “It’s not supposed to learn any poison-type moves!”

Brad replied with a chuckle, pulling two CD’s from his jacket pocket and flashing them with a smile. “They’re called TM’s. I made sure to teach her protect and toxic before we started the battle.”

“Toxic and protect? Those seem like totally random moves to teach a pok--” Before Pinkie could finish her sentence, however, she immediately gasped, realizing Brad’s plan a little too late to be able to do anything about it. “No way!”

“Yep,” Brad said, pointing his finger towards the mismagius, which was still trying to spit out as much poison as it could. “Alright! This is your chance! Whatever you do, don’t let her hit you!”

Pinkie Pie bit her thumb, suddenly nervous about the situation, which Brad was thriving on. “OK, Mismagius! Shadow ball!”

“Protect!”

Like before, Pinkie Pie’s pokémon released a gaseous, black orb towards Steenee, but this time, Steenee raised up a clear forcefield in front of her body, protecting herself from the attack. Then, once her turn was over, Mismagius seemed to wince from pain, telling Brad that the poison was already beginning to take effect. Despite how confident she had been throughout the battle, Pinkie Pie was beginning to lose her composure, chewing at her fingernail while tapping her foot on the ground.

“Hang in there, Mismagius! Thunder!”

“Protect!”

Once again, storm clouds began to billow up against the ceiling, booming loudly until a bolt of electricity collided into the ground, just barely missing Steenee from landing a direct hit. Just like Pinkie Pie, Mismagius was beginning to lose its cool as well, once again cringing from the poison inside its body. From what Pinkie Pie’s sisters had said, toxic was an especially potent form of poison that doubled in damage after every attack, and from the looks of it, they hadn’t been wrong. Now all he had to do was wait for Pinkie Pie to call out her next move, but rather, she was just standing there, tapping her foot while she desperately tried to think of a strategy to win.

“Alright, Pinkie Pie. If you’re not going to use an attack, then I will. Steenee, finish it off with a magical leaf!”

“That’s it! Hyper beam!”

“Shit! No!”

There was no doubt that Mismagius was faster than Steenee, and as the grass-type hurriedly released as many leaves from her body as she could, Mismagius released a beam of energy, colliding into Steenee directly, sending her soaring to the other side of the gym. Without thinking, Brad turned on his heels, rushing towards his pokémon, which was now lying down on the floor, luckily landing before she had struck the wall behind her. He was so pissed off at himself. He had the perfect strategy to win, and yet he decided to get cocky and use an attack when he should have protected. As Brad lifted the grass-type into his arms, she had been seemingly knocked unconscious, further reaffirming how stupid he had been in the heat of the moment.

“I’m sorry, Steenee,” he said gently, pulling out his pokéball and summoning her back. “You did great out there.”

“Steenee is unable to battle,” Limestone then announced, lifting her hand in Brad’s direction. “Challenger Brad is now down to two pokémon! However…” As Brad looked back at the battlefield, though, Mismagius was twitching in pain, flailing in the air until it finally came down to the ground with a thud, now suddenly motionless on the floor after the poison had drained it of the rest of its energy. “Mismagius is also unable to battle! Pinkie Pie is also down to two pokémon!”

“Awwwww!” Pinkie pouted, pulling out Mismagius’s ball and summoning her back. “I thought for sure I was going to win after that hyper beam!”

“Yeah, that was kind of stupid of me to not see that coming,” Brad replied with a shrug. “So, who have you got next?”

Pinkie Pie giggled, which was even creepier considering the fact that the only light covering her face was the dim blue candlelight from the gym’s walls. “I’m glad you asked, Brad!” Then, throwing a new pokéball into the arena, she shouted, “Lampent! I choose you!”

Once the pokéball landed in the arena, the light that shone gradually began to take the shape of the candles surrounding the gym’s interior, encased by a round, glass case covered by a black lampshade. Even its cry sent shivers down his back as it called out in its eerie voice, “Laaaaampeeeeent!”

“Alright,” Brad began, pulling his next pokéball off of his belt. “If that’s what you’re thinking, then let’s do this! Lopunny! Go!”

Brad then threw his pokéball onto the field, creating a white light that morphed into the form of a rabbit, bouncing back and forth like a boxer. “Lop looooop!”

“Alright, Lampent!” Pinkie shouted. “Hit it with inferno!”

“Bounce, Lopunny!”

Just as Lampent was beginning to charge up its attack, Lopunny quickly jumped into the air, avoiding the sudden surge of fire searing the ground underneath her feet. Then, as soon as the floor was clear of fire, she catapulted herself off of the ceiling, crashing back down onto Lampent with as much force as she could muster. Lampent seemed to be in pain at first, but it quickly shook off whatever discomfort it was feeling, looking back at Lopunny in anger.

“How do you like that, Pinkie?” Brad asked with a cocky smile, making Pinkie smile creepily again, sending his gut into another uncomfortable twist.

“I like battling you, Brad! Lampent! Will-o-wisp!”

“Laampeeeent!”

Then, before Brad had the chance to get Lopunny back in the air, a circle of fire released itself from Lampent’s body, spinning around Lopunny until the flames came together, burning the fur on her body in a blue blaze. “Lopunny! Are you OK?”

“Lop! Lop!” She seemed to be ready for more, despite her fur literally burning as she spoke, obviously hiding back a wince of pain.

“Alright, then! Give it another bounce!”

“Looooop!”

Lopunny wasted no time jumping into the air again, waiting for Lampent’s response before it finished its attack, despite the pain it felt from its burn. “Waaaaait for it…” Pinkie said, giving Lopunny the go ahead to catapult herself from the ceiling and slam into Lampent once more, but this time, once the collision happened, Pinkie Pie seemed to regain all of her energy. “That’s it, Lampent! Now use overheat!”

Suddenly, Lampent’s blue flame was beginning to grow larger and larger, filling up the inside of the glass case until finally, its whole body began to shoot fire towards Lopunny, hitting her head on and making her scream in pain. This whole thing was beginning to make Brad have flashbacks from the last time, but he held his ground, waiting for the attack to be over before he decided to make any emotional decisions. Once the flames died down, Lopunny was obviously hurt, and the burn from earlier definitely wasn’t helping.

“Lopunny, do you think you’re gonna be OK?”

The bunny pokémon was slow to get up, but once she did, she immediately bounced back and forth, trying her best to bring back Brad’s confidence levels. “Lop! Lop!”

“Perfect! This is the last one! Bounce attack!”

“Quick, Lampent! Before it gets the chance! Hit it with flame burst!”

Lopunny held on for one moment too long, watching to see what the enemy lampent would do just to be hit with another fiery attack, but for some reason, once the attack was over, Lopunny didn’t seem as hurt as he thought she would be.

“What the--?” Limestone gawked. “I thought for sure that would have finished Lopunny off!”

“Not exactly,” Maud replied. “Lampent’s attacks won’t be as effective after using overheat. It’s too worn out to use the same kind of energy it had before.”

Brad looked back at Pinkie Pie’s lampent just to make sure, but sure enough, it seemed to be panting as much as a lampshade could, far weaker than it had been at the beginning of the battle. “This is it, Lopunny! Put all your strength into this next attack!” Finally, Lopunny jumped into the air again, only this time, she had no desire to see what Lampent would do in the meantime. With all the power in her body, Lopunny pushed herself off the ceiling, coming down at mach speed and putting one final smash into Lampent, who wiggled around in the air in pain until it finally dropped onto the ground.

“Lampent! No!” Pinkie Pie cried, but it was already too late. Its eyes were circling around in its head, far too weak to continue the fight.

Then, lifting her arm up towards Pinkie Pie, Limestone announced, “Lampent is unable to battle! Pinkie Pie is now down to one pokémon!”

Brad couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t beat two pokémon with a team of three the last time he tried battling her, but she was already down to one pokémon while Brad had two left over! “You did it! Good job Lopu--” Before Brad could even finish his sentence, however, Lopunny began to lose her balance, falling forward until her knees collapsed, leaving herself on the floor until the flames on her body gradually fizzled out. “What? Lopunny! NO!”

Everyone’s eyes then fell back onto Limestone’s, who was now beginning to look as disheartened as Brad was. “Lopunny is also no longer able to battle. Both trainers are now down to one pokémon.”

Crap. This was basically a nightmare for Brad. He felt confident about sending Meloetta back in, but if Pinkie Pie used Haunter again, there was no way for him to be able to win. He wasn’t entirely sure about the rules, but he was pretty sure that a draw meant a loss as far as gym badges were concerned. He needed to win, which meant that he was going to have to find some kind of plan to deal with that destiny bond.

Turning to the pokémon on his shoulder, he asked, “Meloetta, do you think you’re ready?”

“Mel la metta!”

With Brad summoning Lopunny back into her pokéball, the psychic-type floated her way into the battle, staring down Pinkie Pie as she smiled back in glee. “Ooooo! This is gonna be just like last time! Only this time, I’ve come up with a plan of attack. Haunter! I choose you!”

Finally, throwing her pokéball into the arena, she summoned her final remaining pokémon, which flew in circles around the room, laughing hysterically as it floated, giving Brad another eerie feeling. This was basically the worst situation he could think of, and he still hadn’t thought of a way to combat Pinkie’s plan from earlier. Plus, to make things even worse, it sounded like Pinkie Pie had figured out an even better strategy to beat him! If he was going to win this, he wouldn’t be able to take any chances.

“Meloetta, use psychic!”

“Dark pulse, Haunter!”

Before Meloetta could get her attack off, a sudden blast of dark energy soared through the arena, hitting Meloetta in a direct attack, making her shout out in agony. Just as Brad was about to ask Meloetta if she was OK, however, she responded to the attack angrier than ever, floating into the air with a blue aura and flicking her arms out, sending a blast of psychic energy over to the opposing haunter, making it feel just as much pain as Meloetta had felt.

This was probably the deciding moment. Both pokémon had taken more than half the amount of damage it would take to knock them out, which meant that Brad had to think of a strategy right now if he wanted to win. If he went for the wrong move now and Haunter tried using another dark pulse, it was all over, but if Meloetta went for another psychic attack and Haunter went for destiny bond, he would be even more screwed.

“Hey, Pinkie,” Brad said, trying to come off as confident, despite the sweat trickling down his face. “Just to let you know, whatever move you use next is going to be your last move of the match.”

“Oh-ho-hoooooo! You sound awfully confident about something!”

“I’m just saying to pick your next move wisely.” Brad was trying to play like he had some kind of plan, but honestly his plan was for Pinkie Pie to fuck up somewhere and give himself the advantage. At the same time, though, despite how poor of a poker player he was turning out to be, Pinkie Pie seemed to be eating up his bluffs like candy, which actually gave him one last idea. If he was wrong, he would lose, but if he was right, maybe he wouldn’t have to go back to Canterlot City after all. “Take it out, Meloetta!”

The psychic-type immediately charged towards the Haunter, glowing a blue aura. “La meeeeeeel!”

“DESTINY BOOOOND!”

This was it! This was his chance!

“SING!”

Everybody’s jaw dropped from the sudden turnabout, including Haunter, who had already released its destiny bond. Just as soon as its guard was down, however, Meloetta arrived right in front of it, channeling the blue energy into her voice and releasing it out of her mouth. “Meeeeeloeeeettaaaa, Melooooooeeeeeeeettaaaaaa!”

“Wha--wha--whaaaaaaat?!” Pinkie exclaimed, grabbing onto her poofy hair. Nobody seemed to believe what was going on. As Meloetta released her song onto Pinkie Pie’s haunter, the ghost-type tried to keep itself awake until finally, it collapsed onto the ground, sleeping soundly with a comedic bubble blowing out of its nostril. Everyone was in complete shock… that is, except for Mudbriar.

“Brad! Brad! He’s the best. He will take on any test. Go team, go.”

The teenage boy may have been a little less than thrilled about who his cheerleader was, but the fact that he actually had the chance to win at all was definitely something worth cheering about. “Meloetta! Now’s your chance! Hit it with a psychic!”

“Haunter, wake up! Dark pulse! QUICK!”

As Meloetta began to glow a bright blue, however, Haunter remained on the floor, snoring through its nose. Finally, with a blast of psychic energy, Haunter woke up from its sleep, just to shake around the arena in pain and scream out in terror until finally, the attack had ended, leaving the ghost-type unconscious on the floor yet again. Neither Pinkie nor Brad could believe what was happening, and as the two of them turned towards Limestone, it appeared as though she was just as surprised as they were.

“H-Haunter is unable to battle!” Limestone said, raising her hand in the air. “Challenger Brad is the winner!”

Brad and Meloetta looked at each other and blinked. There was no way that just happened, but even though they couldn’t believe the outcome, they both jumped into the air, cheering their hearts out. “WE DID IIIIIIIIITTT!”

“MELOETTA!”

Once the two of them landed, however, Pinkie Pie fell to her knees, crying hysterically to the point where her tear ducts became fountains, pouring out onto the gym floor like waterfalls. Before Brad could even lean over to lend a hand, however, her sisters quickly left the referees’ box and made their way over to their crying sibling, engulfing her in a large hug.

“I’m sorry, girls!” Pinkie Pie sobbed. “I didn’t mean to lose!”

“Pinkie, what are you talking about?!” asked Limestone.

“I couldn’t do the gym with the and I he didn’t I just wanted to waaaahhhhhhahahahaaaaaaah!”

Before Pinkie Pie could continue any further, however, Maud grabbed hold of Pinkie's lips, which coincidentally was also the way to keep her eyes from making the gym any wetter. “Pinkie Pie, there’s nothing wrong with losing.”

“But… *sniff* If I don’t win battles, then what’s the point of me even being a gym leader?”

“Being a gym leader doesn’t mean winning every battle. It just means that we trust you enough to be a good trainer, and you’ve proven that more than once today. You’re going to lose as a gym leader sometimes, but that just means that the trainers who beat you are one step closer to competing in the Pokémon League. Plus, we’ve all been worried about you ever since you took over my position for me, isn’t that right?”

“She’s right.”

“Mhmm!”

“nnnYes.”

Suddenly, Pinkie Pie looked up around herself to see her sisters and Mudbriar all looking down on her with caring expressions, making Pinkie Pie’s sniffles calm down, but only momentarily. “Girls… Mudbriar…” Now she was the one enveloping them in the hug. “I’m so happyyyyyyyy!” Finally, though, she met eyes with Brad, who was just kind of waiting there to get his gym badge, despite smiling faintly at the bond the family shared together. “Thank you, Brad. I guess I needed someone to finally beat me in a battle. How can I ever make it up to you?”

“Umm… The laughter badge would be a good place to start.”

“Oh! Doyyyy! Hahaha.” She then returned Haunter to her pokéball and reached into her pocket, pulling out a badge in the shape of three balloons. “Here ya go! The laughter badge is yours! Just let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you!”

“Like sex?”

“What?”

“What?”

Pinkie Pie and Brad stared at each other for several seconds, along with the weirdo quartet, which looked just as shocked that he had said those specific words as much as Pinkie Pie was. Then, before the situation got too volatile, Brad summoned Meloetta back into her pokéball, just in case he had to start running for his life. It seemed like it was worth the shot when he said it, but now he was starting to think that maybe he should just leave Pinkie Pie alone forev--

“Sure!” Again, everyone blinked in silence, completely off guard by Pinkie Pie’s comment. “You were always good at it in high school, so why not? Oh! I know! Girls, would you like to--”

“Pass.”

“Mm-mm.”

“I have a boyfriend.”

In the next moment, Pinkie Pie’s sisters along with Mudbriar began to leave the gym, giving Brad probably his easiest excuse to get laid that he had ever experienced. He then looked back at Pinkie to make sure she wasn’t just joking, but sure enough, she was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, giving Brad the biggest grin imaginable.

“So! What did you wanna try first?” she asked, batting her eyelashes.

Brad shrugged, still perplexed by how easy this situation was. “I don’t know. I didn’t think I’d get this far.”

Pinkie Pie then stopped bouncing while she put her finger to her lip, thinking as hard as she could. “Hmm… Well, what’s something that you’ve reeeeeeeally wanted to try out?”

“Uhh… anal?”

Pinkie Pie immediately gasped, making Brad think that yet again, he had said the wrong thing, but of course, Pinkie Pie was probably the most unpredictable person In Equestria. “Really?! Me too! It’s one of those things where it’s like I’ve always wanted to try it, but I can’t exactly go around asking people, ‘Hey, can you put it in my butt?’ Oh! But it would probably hurt a little bit if you went in dry. Is it OK if I put it in my mouth real quick before we--”

Brad didn’t waste a single second pulling his belt through its loops and undoing his jeans, tripping over his legs as he pulled the fabric down to his shoes. He was already big enough to deepthroat Pinkie Pie if she put him all the way in, making Pinkie Pie look down happily, batting her eyelashes again as her chest slowly began to rise and fall. Then, falling to her knees, she gently ran her hand back and forth against Brad’s shaft, moving her wrists in a soft pattern before tossing her hair back and slowly sliding his skin into her mouth.

Brad had missed this sensation probably more with Pinkie Pie than anyone else he had ever been with. The way Pinkie Pie moved her lips around the head of his penis before inching her way down his manhood was almost as pleasurable as the way her tongue danced around his opening. Plus, every time she came back to the edge of his member, she would place a little kiss on his dillhole while pulling her hair down her shoulder, staring up at Brad while she did so. The blue-haired teenager was now leaning forward, running his fingers through Pinkie’s poofy hair while breathing out the enjoyment stemming from his nerve endings. The feeling was so enthralling that it almost became difficult for him to breathe, just because every breath distracted him from the small, sensuous sounds of her lips sliding across his phallus.

“Ohh, Pinkie…” Brad moaned, closing his eyes. “You feel so goooooOOOH SHIT!” Then, tripping over his own jeans again, he stumbled forward, single handedly putting the entire length of his shaft into Pinkie Pie’s mouth at once, making her eyes grow wide in surprise. “Pinkie, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to--”

“Mmmmmmm~!” Rather than getting angry, however, Pinkie Pie grabbed Brad by the butt and pulled his body in deeper, happily taking in the entirety of his cock, running her tongue all the way to his balls. Just as she was getting to the good part, however, she yanked her mouth away from Brad’s dick, sliding her lips against his skin as she went, and as soon as her mouth popped off, she wiped off some saliva dribbling off her lips with one hand while the other continued at the same pace her mouth was going. “How did you know I liked surprises?”

“Uhh… high school?”

“Hmm. Good point. Okie dokie, then!”

And just like that, she had stuck his entire member into her mouth yet again, gripping Brad’s skin with her fingernails as she closed her eyes and moved his extremity back and forth in her mouth. The sides of his shaft were rubbing up against each of her cheeks as she moved her head in an erotic pattern, gently running her teeth along his cock in a way that was subtle yet intoxifying. He had no idea how she was able to fit him so deep down her throat without hitting her gag reflex, but with her eyes closed, she seemed to pull him in like a vacuum, gripping him tight with her lips.

Then, just as he was beginning to get into the mood, however, Pinkie Pie pulled her mouth off yet again with a light strand of precum connecting her tongue to his dillhole, which she insisted on playing with before she even thought about continuing their session. Instead of returning her mouth to his genitals, however, she weakly pulled herself back up to her feet, patting the dust off of her legs and dress.

“Have you gotten bigger since the last time we had sex?” Pinkie asked, double-checking to make sure there was no more dirt on her clothes. “You seem bigger for some reason.”

“In all honesty, I don’t think I’ve ever been this big in my life.”

Pinkie Pie giggled loudly, covering her mouth with her hand while grabbing hold of her sides. “Oh, Brad. You’re so funny. Let’s just hope my butt feels as good as you taste!”

Finally, without skipping a beat, Pinkie Pie turned around, reached under her dress, and pulled down a pair of lacy, pink panties all the way down to her ankles, which she promptly spread while lifting her dress up. The way Pinkie’s vagina glistened with wetness almost made him regret selecting her backdoor as their orifice of choice, but when he looked up just slightly to see her perfect, round buttcheeks barely being pulled wide enough to display her tight anus, he knew he had made the right choice. When he placed his hands against her waist, traveling his fingers up and down her skin, he could barely believe that a body this perfect was even real, let alone that he was being given the opportunity to explore it.

With one final look at Pinkie for permission, the gym leader gave him a wink, making his cock throb in his hand, but as he made his way forward, he gently and easily pushed his cock into her butthole. Pinkie Pie bit her finger, trying her hardest to hold back a moan as the head of his dick prodded through the opening of her rectum, making him grow longer before he even pushed himself in further. Her ass was a little tighter than any hole he was used to penetrating, but after wiggling himself in a little more (eliciting even more horny groans from Pinkie Pie), he was able to slide even more of his dick inside her. Pinkie was now covering her mouth with both of her hands while Brad managed to get almost his entire cock into her anus, using her hips as support to push himself in deeper.

“It’s OK, Pinkie,” Brad said with a chuckle. “You can let me know how you’re feeling.”

“But it’s suuuper embarrassing! It’s like I’m announcing to the world that I have a dick in my ass if I moan as loud as I want to!”

“Are the walls here super thin or something?”

“Hmm… No. I guess you have a point. AAAAAHHHHNNN~!”

The sound of Pinkie Pie’s erotic voice was like heroine to the horny teenage boy, making him feel an orgasm coming up sooner than later. He would have to pace himself, both so that he could edge a little longer and so that Pinkie Pie didn’t end up in pain by the time they were done, but that was becoming increasingly more difficult with her voice ringing through the gym. The gym leader then stood herself up, lifting her leg for Brad to hold up, just so she could press her back against his body, giving him a better angle to move up her sphincter. Pinkie tried looking up at Brad so that she could give him another erotic stare, but not only was her body being bounced too hard for her to keep eye contact for long, she was also breathing heavily, making the bottom of Brad’s neck grow warm.

Meanwhile, as Brad continued to hump her backdoor, Pinkie Pie reached towards the front side of her dress, pulling the fabric up so that she could start to rub herself, giving her pleasure in two different holes at once. The more pleasure she felt from her front hole, the more her back hole clenched around his shaft, convulsing along his entire cock with her anal canals squeezing him tighter inside. Then, feeling himself getting closer to the edge already, Brad lifted both of Pinkie Pie’s legs, pulling her into the air and fucking her upwards, allowing her to freely run one hand along the back of his neck while the other slipped as deep into her pussy as she could go. His dick was throbbing, and if he continued at the rate he was going, he would be giving Pinkie an extra special surprise, complete with a creampie.

“Pinkie?”

“Yes, Flash?”

“I’m about to finish. Did you want me to pull out or--?”

Before Brad could even finish his question, though, Pinkie Pie began giggling hysterically. “Brad, it’s my butt! It’s not like you could get me pregnant.”

“Then here come the streamers!”

Brad quickly regripped Pinkie’s legs, holding her up with all of his arm strength as he moved his hips at a faster pace than he thought he could take. The sensation was making Pinkie Pie feel so good that he could feel her wetness dripping from her vagina down to his balls, creating an extra lubricant as he moved his dick in even harder. He tried breathing, even panting, but at the rate he was going, no matter how much air he breathed in, it wouldn’t be enough to fill his lungs. The sensation of her ass squeezing against his cock was taking over so much control of his mind and body that he didn’t even remember how to breathe properly anymore. Finally, he felt his testicles gripping into his skin, allowing him to close his eyes, bite down on his lip and allow the sensation that came after to give him that sweet released he was yearning for.

“Brad? Are you OK over the--AH! Ohhhhhhh… Mmmmmmmm!”

Pinkie’s butthole contracted and released, no doubt from the borderline orgasm she was feeling as her fingers slid in all the way into her vagina while Brad decorated her insides from the back. Brad couldn’t remember the last time he came this hard, shooting so much cum with every burst that his back spasmed, giving him an extra push into Pinkie Pie’s backdoor. Pinkie, meanwhile, was cooing in pleasure, running her hand all over Brad’s body while the other spread her lips below, allowing her girlcum to ooze out of her vagina. The two of them continued bouncing their pelvises together, trying to make their pleasure last as long as they possibly could, but once the liquid stopped pulsing out of both of their genitalia, Brad gently eased Pinkie Pie to his feet, allowing one last pulse of semen to throb into her butthole.

As Pinkie Pie finally touched the ground again, however, she immediately stumbled forward, bending over in pain like she was still being penetrated, causing Brad’s cock to pop out along with a trail of sperm dripping onto the floor. Even though Pinkie’s body must have been aching, however, she still managed to giggle loudly while she tried (and failed) to stand up properly.

“Wow, Brad! You didn’t hold back!”

“Yeah, well, I’ve been having wet dreams about you since back in Canterlot City.”

“OH! Speaking of Canterlot City,” Pinkie began, hobbling her way around so that she could face Brad again, “where do you think you’re heading to next?”

As Pinkie Pie waited for her ass to allow her to stand up again, however, Brad was already pulling his belt through its loops again, double-checking to make sure he didn’t accidentally drop one of his pokéballs. “I actually have no idea. I was thinking of heading to Cloudsdale Island, but I don’t have a way of getting--”

Before Brad could even finish her sentence, Pinkie Pie pulled out a boat ticket from inside her bra, handing it over to the confused trainer. “Where did you even get that?”

“From between my boobs.”

“No, I mean like before that.”

“Ohhhhh! Rainbow Dash gave it to me, silly! I would love to go visit her, but I’m so busy trying to keep this gym running that I haven’t had the chance.”

Brad chuckled. “I think you should try focusing on standing up straight first.”

Pinkie Pie, though, bent over even further, wagging her butt in an attempt to turn him on again. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it.”

“Excuse me? Is this the Baltimare City gym?”

Suddenly, both of their eyes went wide. Standing at the door was some guy with buckteeth, acne, and a bowtie that went uncomfortably well with his slicked-back hair. As he looked over at Pinkie Pie’s ass, though, his pants (which were two sizes too small) began to bulge around his crotch while his bowtie spun like a propeller.

“Aaaaand that’s my cue to leave,” Brad said, waving back at Pinkie Pie. “Have fun with your next battle.”

Before Brad had made it out of the gym entirely, though, Pinkie pulled a megaphone out of her bra and shouted, “Don’t forget to wriiiiite!”

Brad couldn’t help but chuckle. The situation was too perfect. He had left Pinkie Pie bare-bottom, bent over in front of a random trainer while he left some random nerd to take care of the rest. As for writing her back though, he quickly found himself smiling again, knowing full well that he didn’t know how to read. Now that he had the laughter badge, though, he had one more city to visit, and with his boat ticket in hand, he now had a way of getting there.

“Clousdale Island, here I come!”

Author's Notes:

This chapter is getting published a little late seeing as how I forgot to publish it on Monday. Next chapter comes out tomorrow.

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Brad couldn’t believe that Pinkie Pie had somehow managed to score tickets to something like this. He wasn’t just looking at a boat; he was looking at one of the most illustrious cruise lines of all time, making it difficult for him to believe that he was actually going to step foot on one of these in his lifetime. The hull was the purest, cleanest white imaginable, which ascended almost to where Brad couldn’t even see the sky anymore while stretching as wide as an entire block of a Canterlot City neighborhood. Everything about it, from its design to its bourgeois passengers screamed that this was only a ship for the most elite people in Equestria.

As he was gawking at the craftsmanship of the vessel, however, he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye, but when he looked over to see what it was, the image disappeared in a flash. Just as soon as he was about to start looking around, however, an announcement projected from the boat’s speakers, making even the loud ocean hush under its booming sound.

“ALL ABOARD THE S.S. ZEPPLIN! IF YOU COME IN LATE, I’LL BE IRAAAAAAATE!”

He could focus on stuff that probably wasn’t real later, but if he didn’t get on the boat now, not only would he be screwed on a once in a lifetime opportunity, but he also wouldn’t be able to get to Cloudsdale Island. “You ready, Meloetta?” he asked with a smile, turning towards the psychic-type pokémon on his shoulder.

“La metta!” she replied with a joyous smile. Then, with one foot in front of the other, Brad made his way onto the S. S. Zepplin.

Brad had made it probably twenty minutes into the cruise before he felt seasick and needed someone to rub his back for him while he barfed into a trashcan. It was definitely not one of the highlights of his career, being stuck in his quarters while people in fancy clothes were partying it up on the ship, eating fancy foods and doing whatever else rich people do. Finally, after about an hour of feeling nauseous without moving his body, he decided to wipe the bile from his mouth, stand up tall and grab this cruise experience by the balls. This cruise would only take one day before it landed on Cloudsdale Island, and by Celestia’s testicles, he was going to enjoy himself, darn it!

“Alright, Meloetta! I think that’s enough feeling sorry for myself for one day. Why don’t I take you downstairs and repay you for rubbing my back for the past little while?”

Meloetta put her eighth note hand to her mouth in confusion before turning around, bending forward and spreading herself below, seemingly misinterpreting what Brad was saying. “La mel?”

“What? No! I mean, probably later, yes, but I actually meant something nonsexual for once!”

Meloetta quickly blushed and levitated herself onto Brad’s shoulder, combing through her green hair in embarrassment while refusing to look Brad in the eye. “Mel la…”

“Don’t make me feel bad, Meloetta! Now I feel like the only thing I ever let you do are pokémon battles and sex. I mean, those are basically the only things I ever do nowadays, but I still feel like I should be letting you experience more than just that!”

Right as soon as Brad finished talking, however, a loud voice began to talk over the intercom, speaking so loud that high-pitched feedback surrounded his voice. “THANK YOU ALL FOR SAILING WITH THE S.S. ZEPPLIN! THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN, IRON WILL, AND I WANT TO MAKE SURE YOU’RE ALL ONE HUNDRED PERCENT SATISFIIIIIIED! IF YOU HAVEN’T CHECKED OUT THE BANQUET DOWN ON DECK, THIS IS YOUR CHANCE, AND IF SOMEONE TAKES THE LAST HORS D'OEUVRE, GIVE THEM WHAT THEY DESEEEERVE! That is all. Thank you again for sailing with us today.”

Turning to the pokémon on his shoulder, Brad chuckled and said, “Seems like we have an idea on what to do first, huh, Meloetta?”

“La meeeel,” she replied, licking her lips as saliva trailed down her chin.

Brad had just barely managed to find where his room was with the shoddy map of the boat given to him when he boarded. Getting to the banquet downstairs was going to be another headache that he wasn’t particularly excited for, making the dreadful thought of the food being gone by the time he arrived creep into his head. He probably looked more out of place than normal as he rushed through corridor after corridor, jetting past passengers wearing haughty clothes, seemingly informed on where everything was with no problems navigating the ship. Hopefully people weren’t judging him too much, even though he was obviously a lowlife teenager in street clothes who was bound to start trouble somehow.

Finally, though, he had managed to get himself through the maze of cabins and into the main deck, where throngs of people were gathered and socializing with each other, yucking it up about their fixed mortgages and other similar haughty affairs. Then, in the middle of the room, he spotted what he had been searching for: a complete bar with glass plates and food that stretched from the portside to the starboard side of the boat. Of course, he would have to blend in somehow to get food without receiving paralyzing glares from the people around him, but there was no way he was going to be missing out on those delicious-looking chicken tenders.

“What are you doing?! Get down!”

“But I want some of the strawberry cheesecake!”

Brad quickly looked over his shoulder, checking to see if there was someone stalking him again, but all he saw was an overweight lady with a dress one size too small giving him the stink eye. “Mel la mel?” his pokémon asked him confusedly, making him turn back around and put another helping of french fries on his plate while everyone else ate miniature deviled eggs.

“Sorry,” Brad mumbled. “I thought I heard someone.”

“You see?! He can hear us!”

“Probably because your mouth is so big.”

“Your vagina is so big!”

“...What does that even mean?”

Brad then turned around again, just to make sure the woman behind him hadn’t eaten someone who was talking through her stomach, but sure enough, that one lady was all he saw, and she was rolling her eyes in aggravation. “Do you mind?” she asked in an upper Manehattan City accent.

“No, have all the diabetes you’d like,” Brad replied, allowing her to reach over to grab some cheesecake. Just as he passed by her, however, he made eye contact with three girls, all pressed against the woman’s back, hiding perfectly from his view had he not walked in that one direction. Brad looked back again to make sure he was seeing things correctly, but sure enough, that woman was so wide that she legitimately managed to hide three adult woman just by standing there. “Hey, Team Siren. Bye, Team Siren.”

He was hoping that by acknowledging that they existed, they would get embarrassed and run off again, even though secretly he knew that there was no way he would ever get that lucky.

“Prepare for nipples!”

“And make it triple!”

“Sorry,” Brad interrupted, walking away from the girls as they struck elaborate poses. “Can’t talk right now. Too busy eating. I’ll play with you girls when we land in Clouds--”

“Do not interrupt our motto!” Adagio exclaimed, making eyes all around turn towards him. If these delinquents didn’t leave him alone, there was a chance that Iron Will could have him thrown off the boat with nothing but a life jacket. He had to get out of this somehow.

“Hey, can we not do this right now? I feel like I already have two strikes even though I haven’t even done anything yet.”

Adagio folded her arms and chuckled, seemingly even more determined to ruin his day now that he had said that. “What’s the matter, trainer? If you’re so afraid, you might as well just give us that Meloetta you’re carrying.”

“Yeah, I’ve already beaten you guys twice, so what makes you think this time will be any different?”

“Oh! I’m so glad you asked. Sonata, why don’t you show him? Sonata? Sonata!!”

As soon as Adagio turned around, she noticed that the blue-haired chick, rather than getting ready for battle, was stuffing her face with the desserts section, looking back at their leader with whipped cream all over her face. “Oh. Were we supposed to start battling right now?” she asked. “Couldn’t we just like, enjoy the cruise for a little bit?”

“Yes!” Brad exclaimed. “I am on board with that. No pun intended. We should make her temporary leader of Team Siren.”

“Awwww! That’s so nice!” Sonata replied. “You hear that girls? This guy says that I should be leader for today.”

“Uhhh, my name is Brad. Do you girls still not know that?”

Unfortunately for Brad, however, Adagio groaned loudly, basically reaffirming that he wasn’t going to be enjoying the cruise for too much longer. “Sonata! Show him!”

“Alright! Alright! Fine.” Then, pulling out her pokéball and throwing it out into the middle of the ship deck, she shouted, “Go! Noivern!” and unlike before, her pokémon had grown to a much bigger size, stretching its long wings out with two giant speakers for ears.

“How do you like that, Brad?” Adagio asked sarcastically. “Now, if you give us that Meloetta of yours, we’ll leave you alone and let you enjoy the rest of your cruise.”

Brad sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And what happens if I don’t give up my pokémon?”

“You already know the answer to that,” Aria chimed in. “Let’s have a battle. Loudred! Go!”

“Chatot! Go!”

The other members of Team Siren quickly threw out their pokéballs, revealing the familiar chatot and loudred that he had battled before lined up next to Sonata’s noivern, causing the passengers on the ship to gasp in surprise. “Uhhh, just for the record, this is all in self-defense!” Brad shouted for everyone to hear, knowing that at least half of them wouldn’t believe him. “I just want everyone to know that I am not the instigator here! I’m the victim, and I always have been. Kirlia! Lopunny! Go!” Once Brad threw his own pokéballs out into the middle of the deck, the crowd of people who had encircled the action gradually scooted back to allow Brad’s lopunny and kirlia onto the stage, followed quickly by Meloetta.

“So that’s what you wanna do?” Adagio asked, putting her hands on her hips. “Just don’t blame us if someone gets hurt. Chatot, Noivern, Loudred! You know what to do! Use round!”

“Meloetta! Put one of them to sleep with sing! Lopunny! Avoid it with a bounce attack! Kirlia! Use heal pulse on Meloetta so she can stay up front!”

Then, with all the attacks ordered, a loud boom erupted from Team Siren’s pokémon, making the passengers as well as Brad cover their ears while Meloetta jumped in front, trying to take the brunt of the damage. Then, as Lopunny jumped into the air while Kirlia started healing up her teammate, Meloetta opened her mouth to release her song, starting with Loudred and fortunately making it fall asleep with one song.

“Good job, everyone!” Brad shouted. “Now, Meloetta, use psychic attack on Loudred! Lopunny, same target!”

“Chatot! Echoed voice on that Meloetta!”

“Noivern! Bite it!”

The first attack came from Lopunny, who managed to propel herself off of the roof of the ship, making the boat rock slightly before she crashed down onto Loudred, making several people fall over. Meloetta, however, was doing her own part, sending a psychic blast into Loudred that made its snot bubble disappear while its eyes opened up, spinning in circles. For the first time, Aria’s pokémon was actually the most useless, but the other two were still a problem.

Chatot’s attack hit next, sending another loud blast into Meloetta’s ears, followed by a sharp bite from Noivern’s jaws, making Meloetta cry out in pain. “Keep healing her, Kirlia!”

“Ugh,” Adagio grunted. “I’ve had just about enough of that one. Sonata, could you take care of that while Chatot handles the others?”

“Ummmm, I thought I was the leader today?” As Sonata put her hands to her hips, however, Adagio scowled angrily at her, making clear who the real leader was. “Alright, already! Noivern! Hit that kirlia with air cutter!”

“Veeeeeern!”

Kirlia immediately braced herself, but within seconds, a fierce blade of wind came crashing into her body, sending her backwards with a loud cry.

“That’s it!” Adagio shouted. “While Meloetta isn’t guarded, hit her with a double round!”

Before Meloetta could use one of her own attacks, however, Noivern and Chatot surrounded her on both sides, releasing their loud soundwaves, coursing through Meloetta’s body. “No!” Brad yelled. “Lopunny! Dizzy punch!” Lopunny then started spinning on her heels, getting ready to punch, but by the time she had landed a hit on Adagio’s chatot, the damage had already been done. Meloetta then fell to her knees, too weak to continue the battle

Just as Adagio was beginning to smirk, however, her chatot received one final punch, sending it backwards onto the floor, motionless in exhaustion. “Chatot! No!” Then, turning towards Sonata, she said, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it’s all up to you now.”

“Ohhhhh, so suddenly I’m the leader now? I think I’m going to take a minute to enjoy this.”

“SONATA!”

“Fiiiiine! Noivern, use boomburst!”

“Get out of there, Lopunny! Bounce attack!”

Lopunny quickly crouched down, setting herself up to jump into the air, but as soon as she made eye contact with Sonata’s noivern, it blasted a wave of sound, hitting not only Lopunny, but also filling the entire deck with noise. People quickly fell to the ground, holding their ears, including Lopunny, although she was dealing with the hardest part of all. Plus, with a pokémon as strong as Noivern using one of its most powerful attacks, it only took one direct hit in order to knock her down, leaving her too weak to battle anymore.

Brad quickly turned towards his Kirlia, but somehow, miraculously, she was getting back up to her feet. “What?” Brad gasped. “Did her attack miss you?”

“Kirlia kir!” she shouted, facing the enemy noivern.

“Then let’s finish this once and for all! Draining kiss! Now!”

“Bite it, Noivern!”

The two pokémon charged towards each other, both with their mouths wide open, but once the noivern reached Kirlia, she planted a kiss on its cheek, sucking its power away from it. Sonata’s noivern yelped in pain, breaking free of the kiss to bite down on Kirlia’s arm, making Brad flinch before he noticed that even though she had received a direct hit, she still looked like she could take more.

“One more draining kiss, Kirlia!”

“Kir kirlia!”

“Oh, no!” Sonata shouted. “Use… uh... explosion?”

Noivern looked back in confusion while the other two members of Team Siren slapped their hands to their faces, shaking their heads with disappointment. Meanwhile, Kirlia took this opportunity to place one more kiss on the dragon-type’s cheek, making her entire body glow white, illuminating a good portion of the ship deck. People all around, including Brad, seemed to release awed vocalizations as not only did Noivern’s body take a massive hit, but also the pokémon kissing it seemed to grow to twice her normal size, if not more! Finally, once the light dimmed down, Noivern fell to the floor, leaving the only pokémon standing Brad’s Kirlia.. Or rather, what it had turned into.

“No way…” Brad said. “Kirlia? Did you evolve again?”

“Gaaaardevoir,” it replied with a nod, making Brad jump into the air as everyone applauded, some even whistling joyously as Brad had seemingly won the battle. He couldn’t believe that people were actually supporting him rather than complaining about what could have been an absolute disaster, but that feeling quickly disappeared once he saw an enormously buff dude in a sailor outfit.

“ALRIGHT! WHO’S THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR ROCKING THIS BOAT?! I WANT NAMES!” Almost instantaneously, Brad pointed to the three girls in matching outfits, quickly followed by everyone else on the ship deck, eliciting a huff and a growl from the ship captain. “YOU CAUSE TROUBLE, I’LL MAKE IT DOUBLLLLLLEEEE!”

Then, the captain managed to grab all three girls by the collars of their shirts and started walking towards the starboard side of the ship, quickly followed by the crowd of people gawking amusedly. Finally, with a large windup, the captain threw all three of them off the boat, followed by a rapidly silencing “””YOU WILL ADORE TEAM SIREN!””” and a subsequent splash. Once the captain turned his back, everyone immediately backed away, just in case they accidentally blocked him, leading him into another one of his catchy one-liners.

Brad could celebrate with his new gardevoir later, but first he needed to make sure he actually made it to Cloudsdale Island, preferably not in a lifeboat.

It was no wonder they called it the S.S. Zepplin! Once Brad got to Cloudsdale Island, the entire city was covered in a dense fog, making it seem like he was legitimately walking through clouds. If he remembered right, though, the island was more like a mountain in the middle of the sea where a volcano had erupted, made an island and made a subsequent volcano on top of it. Basically, he figured that he was going to have to do some hiking if he wanted to make it to Rainbow Dash’s gym in time to get back to his ride back home… or ever.

“Alright, Meloetta. How the hell do you think we’re gonna get to Rainbow Dash’s gym?”

“Did you say Rainbow Dash’s gym?”

“Yes, I conveniently did say Rainbow Dash’s gym,” Brad replied before even looking back to see who had spoken to him. Upon turning around, though, he was met with the face of a little girl, but the weird part was, he actually recognized this little girl from Canterlot City. “Scootaloo?”

“Brad?” she said in just as much perplexity. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m an adult and can make my own choices without the need of supervision, which makes me wonder what you’re doing here.”

“I’m… here to see Rainbow Dash. I’m going up to her gym.”

Brad should have guessed, especially seeing as how much the little squirt idolized Rainbow Dash in high school. “Wait a second! Isn’t today supposed to be a school day?”

“Do you want me to show you how to get there or not?”

It wasn’t like Brad was going to tell anyone about her playing hookie to see her friend across the freaking ocean, although if he continued to make her think he would, he could probably get some more perks, supposing she even had any. “Alright,” he said, holding out his hand. “You show me how to get to Rainbow Dash, and I won’t tell Miss Cheerilee that you snuck out of school.”

“Do you even still talk to Miss Cheerilee?”

Yes. He did. On more than one occasion. For sex. Nobody could find out about that. Before Scootaloo could turn the tables on Brad any further, however, he quickly allowed Scootaloo to take the lead, walking behind her as the two made their way up the giant canyon.

The trip up the mountain, however, was a lot further than Brad had originally anticipated. At first, he thought that since a young, teenage girl could make the trek, it would be no problem for a strong young man like Brad, which he immediately realized was not the case after about ten minutes. While Scootaloo was yelling at him to hurry up, Brad was busy trying to catch his breath, both due to the amount of exercise as well as the lack of oxygen that came from the climb. He legitimately thought that he was going to run out of energy, get stranded on top of the mountain and see an articuno to alert him of the little hope he had left when suddenly, a building began to take shape amidst the clouds.

“Is that it?” Brad asked, feeling hope for the first time since they landed on the island.

“Yup! Isn’t it awesome?!”

“I have no idea. With all these clouds in my face, I’m honestly surprised that I was right and that it wasn’t just a colorful rock.”

“Well, hurry up and come see for yourself!”

The sprite, young girl then hastened into a sprint, running up the rocky path as if she were in a track meet. As he began crawling on the floor, though, Meloetta jumped off of his shoulder, floating in front of his face while encouraging him like a cheerleader. “Thanks for the support, but I really don’t think that’s gonna help this time.” Meloetta then put her hand to her chin before a figurative lightbulb went off over her head, and once Brad had finished heaving pathetically, he looked up to see Meloetta bent over, stretching her lower parts right in front of his face.

“La meeel~!” she said with a wink, giving Brad the energy he needed not just to get back up to his feet, but to begin chasing Meloetta up the path, both of them laughing hysterically until they reached the doors to the Cloudsdale Island gym. It was just as Scootaloo had said: awesome. The majesty of the building was unlike what he had seen from any gym before, its arched roof surrounded by flags and large window panes, and as if by design, there was even a rainbow stretching right above the building itself.

As fantastic as it was, however, Brad had come to fulfill a mission, to get the loyalty badge, and he wasn’t about to earn it by gawking at a building with his dick in his hands. Finally, as he walked into the gym’s doors, he saw that the interior was a giant runway that outlined the perimeter of the arena and led up to a staircase where the gym leader stood. Of course, Scootaloo got to say hi to her first, but once the girl in the blue flight suit looked down to see who else had walked into her gym, her eyes went wide before shifting into a cocky grin.

“Long time no see, Brad,” the gym leader said, rapidly making her way down the steps. “You’re kinda far away from home, don’tcha think?”

“Well, you know,” Brad said, giving her a cocky grin of his own, “I was in the neighborhood and thought--”

“What’s her name?”

Rainbow Dash put her hands on her hips as if to solidifying how right she was, which Brad responded to by folding his arms smugly. “I actually came to see you, Rainbow Dash.”

“Whoa. Really? I mean, you didn’t just come for us to…”

“What? OH! No, no, no, no, no. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re a nice girl and all, but I would not walk up that mountain just for…” He wanted to finish his sentence, but seeing Scootaloo at the top of the stairs made him immediately change his mind. “Anyway, I came to challenge you to a gym battle.”

Rainbow Dash stood there in silence for a couple moments, waiting to hear the punchline, but once she realized that Brad had already delivered it, she couldn’t hold back her laughter. It was so funny to her, in fact, that not only did she lean over, holding onto her sides in hilarity, but she even fell backwards, rolling around on the pavement while Brad asked himself why he wasn’t used to this by now.

“Ohhhhh Braaaaad,” she said, getting back up to her feet. “You’re too much sometimes. But seriously, what brings you to Cloudsdale?”

“Uhh… the loyalty badge?”

This time, Rainbow Dash didn’t laugh. Instead, she furrowed her eyebrows, seemingly insulted that Brad would even allude to challenging her to a gym battle. “It’s not as funny the second time. Look, I don’t know who put you up to this, but I don’t joke around about gym battles! I don’t know if you think I’ll go easy on you or if you think I’m just plain weak, but I’m not about to let you treat me like a joke!”

“Whoa! Relax, Rainbow! Before you get all pissy, you might want to look at these.” Every time Brad opened up his jacket, the sight became more and more admirable, especially considering the fact that he now had a new badge that was one of a kind, not claimed by anyone but Brad. With Rainbow Dash’s jaw now falling to the floor, Brad let go of his jacket pocket and pulled back his cap. “You were saying?”

Rainbow Dash shook her head. “OK, I admit, I didn’t expect that, but I still don’t know if you’re ready to challenge me yet. Applejack and Fluttershy might be good gym leaders and all, but you’re talking about probably the best new gym leader in Equestria!”

“Then you should have nothing to lose by accepting a challenge from someone like me.”

Both trainers then stared each other down, allowing silence to befall the gym until Rainbow Dash snapped her fingers, summoning her biggest fan down the staircase. “Yes, Rainbow Dash?”

“Scootaloo, can you be our referee? Not that I’ll need one, seeing as how I plan on sweeping his team.”

“Absolutely, Rainbow Dash!”

Then, with even more energy than Brad thought she had before, she took off towards the referee box while Rainbow Dash walked to her own side of the court, keeping her cocky grin as she stared Brad down. “You know,” she began, “I was the fastest student at CHS, and I made sure that all my pokémon were quick enough to almost keep up with me. That’s why I chose flying-types, the fastest type of pokémon there is!”

“Keep talkin’, Rainbow!” Brad said as he made his way to his own side of the arena. “You’re just giving me more and more ideas on how to beat you.”

“Pssh. I could let you use three pokémon at once and you still wouldn’t be able to beat me!”

Brad then opened his mouth, but was quickly stopped by Scootaloo. “That’s against the rules, Brad. It has to be one on one.” The teenage boy sent an annoyed glare at Rainbow Dash, who smugly shrugged her shoulders before both of them turned their attention back to Scootaloo. “Are both trainers ready?”

“Awwww yeaaaaahhh!” Rainbow Dash said, pumping her fist.

“Ready!”

Scootaloo raised her arm, signaling the beginning of the match. “Challenger Brad vs. Gym Leader Rainbow Dash! Begin!”

“Talonflame! I choose you!”

As soon as Scootaloo put her hand down to start the match, Rainbow Dash wasted no time throwing her pokéball into the arena, releasing a white light that took the form of a predatory bird. It was mostly red up to the edge of its wings with a black color on the tips, matching perfectly with the embers it emitted with each flap of its wings.

“Flaaaaaaaame!”

“Talonflame is one of the most awesome flying-types that exist!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed with vigor. “It can reach over three hundred miles per hour when hunting prey, which made it the obvious choice to be on my team.”

Brad had to think about what he would do first. Steenee obviously would be no match against this pokémon, and if Rainbow Dash used mostly flying-types, there was probably no way he’d be able to use her in the battle at all. “How many pokémon are we using, Rainbow?”

“How does three sound? I think that should be enough to prove how unstoppable I am.”

Three worked perfect. It not only made it to where he wouldn’t need Steenee to enter the battle, but it also left his three strongest pokémon to be the ones he could use against her. Then, pulling a pokéball from his belt, he pushed the button in the center and threw it out onto the field, shouting, “Gardevoir! I choose you!” Once the light from the pokéball finally diminished, a human-like pokémon with slender features appeared in the air, floating above her side of the arena.

“Ha! Is that really the best you can do?”

“What? Why is this a bad choice?”

“Don’t you know that fairy-type moves aren’t very effective against fire-type pokémon?”

“...Because that makes total fucking sense!” Rainbow Dash then began giggling hysterically, making Brad blush in embarrassment. “Quit it!”

“OK, Brad. I’ll tell you what. If you somehow manage to beat me, I’ll make this trip worth your while.”

“And what if you win?” Brad asked, dreading what Rainbow Dash would ask in return.

To his surprise, though, Rainbow Dash put her hands to her hips and tilted her head to the side, befuddled as to what Brad meant. “Uhh… If I win, then I’m awesome?”

“Huh… Really? OK. That works.”

As Brad was busy looking for a downside in this one-sided deal, however, Rainbow Dash pointed her finger towards Gardevoir and shouted, “Talonflame, start off with flame charge!”

“Talon!”

Rainbow Dash’s bird then began glowing with fire, circling around the arena until with incredible speeds, it smashed into Gardevoir, sending her back a couple feet, although not doing too much to hurt her. Talonflame, meanwhile, was now flapping its wings twice as fast, making the embers from its wings fall to the floor like it was raining fire.

“Gardevoir, you alright?”

“Gaaaardevoiiir,” she responded, nodding her head.

“Awesome! I did a little studying into your move pool on the boat, and I think I’ve found the most powerful move you have. Now, Gardevoir! Use future sight!” Gardevoir then began to glow a blue aura, releasing the energy into the air to form round, blue crystals that soared through the air… and disappeared into a dozen black portals, leaving Talonflame completely unharmed. Brad waited for a second to see if anything was going to happen, but after it looked like Talonflame was going to get another attack in, he stomped his foot in anger. “What the hell! Did you rig the arena or something?!”

“Pfft. You really thought that future sight would work that quickly? It’s called future sight for a reason, you know. In the meantime, though, I’ll have Talonflame finish you off quicker than it can land! Talonflame, use steel wing!”

“Talon… FLAAAAAAME!”

Gardevoir backed up a little bit, but it was immediately struck by the bird’s wing, which had turned into a metallic silver, sending Gardevoir flying much further back and receiving a much heavier blow than the last time. Gardevoir seemed to be OK, although she was much slower getting up this time as she held around her waist in pain. Brad had no idea Talonflame could use steel-type moves, which just happened to be one of Gardevoir’s weaknesses. If he didn’t figure something out this turn, he might not get another chance to do any more damage.

“Your turn, Gardevoir! Use psychic!”

Gardevoir then responded by glowing a blue aura, stretching her arms out as the glow around her brightened until her arms flung forward, releasing a psychic wave of energy straight into Talonflame. The bird pokémon flailed in the air, surprisingly overcome by Gardevoir’s attack, but quickly recomposed itself, making Brad wonder whether there was anything else he could possibly do to beat this thing.

“Finish it off, Talonflame! Use brave bird!”

“Flaaaaame!”

Talonflame then soared up to the highest point of the gym before flipping backwards, heading in a collision course with the floor before lifting itself up at the last second, flying at mach speeds parallel to the floor until finally, it landed a critical blow against Gradevoir, knocking her backwards until she fell to the floor, seemingly unable to get up. Everyone waited for a few more moments to see if she would be able to take at least one more hit, but it was obvious that she had had enough for this battle.

“Gardevoir is unable to battle!” Scootaloo announced, holding her hand up towards Brad. “Brad is now down to two… what the huh?!”

Just as Scootaloo was about to call the round, however, the ceiling opened up, revealing several black holes shooting out crystal orbs that slammed down onto the arena. Talonflame tried its best to avoid the attack, flying in unnatural patterns as the sky rained down the future sight attack from earlier, but there was no way it would be able to avoid all of them. Finally, the bird fell down to the floor, taking a full pummeling of all the crystals crashing down on top of it, and when the dust cleared away, Talonflame was just as motionless as Gardevoir.

Brad and Rainbow Dash then turned towards Scootaloo, who quickly composed herself, pointing her hands in both directions. “I--I mean, Gardevoir and Talonflame are unable to battle! Both trainers are now down to two pokémon!”

Brad breathed a sigh of relief, summoning Gardevoir back to her pokéball while Rainbow Dash snickered cockily. “Not bad,” she said, “although you have to admit, you got pretty lucky there.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just send out your next pokémon.”

“Alright, but you asked for it!” Upon returning Talonflame to its pokéball, Rainbow Dash immediately threw out its replacement. “Crobat! I choose you!” Then, once Rainbow Dash’s pokéball landed into her side of the battlefield, a purple bat with four wings emerged into the arena, flapping at an even faster pace than her last pokémon. “Your move, Brad,” Rainbow finally said, folding her arms with a smug grin.

“OK. You wanted to use my weakness last time, so I’m going to use your weakness this time! Meloetta! Go!”

“La mel!” Meloetta then jumped off of Brad’s shoulder, entering the arena while floating in the air.

“Crobat! If he thinks he can use typing to his advantage, let’s teach him a lesson! Use bite!”

Before Crobat even made it to her side of the field, however, Meloetta flinched in fear, probably too anxious from her recent run in with Team Siren to be able to face another bite head on so soon. Then, Crobat got off not one, but two bites, making Meloetta scream in pain from how much damage it managed to do to her.

“Fuck! Psychic attack! Before it gets another one off!”

“Laaaaaaa mel!”

With Crobat already in close range, Meloetta quickly got off a psychic attack, hitting Rainbow Dash’s pokémon at point blank range, making it squirm in the air with pain. It appeared that Meloetta’s one attack did about as much as Crobat’s two attacks, which actually put Brad at a disadvantage considering how much faster Rainbow’s pokémon were compared to his.

“You’re doing great, Crobat! Now, use confuse ray!”

“Cro! Bat! Bat!”

Then, opening its mouth wide, Crobat released a loud, sonic wave, making Meloetta’s eyes grow wide. She didn’t seem to rush to get away from the attack, nor did she seem like she was too paralyzed to move. Instead, she just stood there, looking Crobat in the eyes until its voice faded, leaving Meloetta shaking her head to try and fight off the effects she underwent.

“Meloetta! Are you alright?” Meloetta jumped, turning towards Brad, then to Crobat, then to Rainbow Dash, seemingly unaware of who was its trainer and who was the enemy. “Shoot! Meloetta, snap out of it!”

“Don’t listen to him, Meloetta!” Rainbow Dash shouted. “You need to attack yourself!”

“Mel?” Meloetta said quizzically, pointing to herself.

“That’s fucking stupid, Meloetta!” Brad shouted. “You need to remember me! Use psychic on Rainbow Dash’s Crobat before it can attack you again!”

“Crobat! Use bite attack!”

Meloetta still looked unsure of who she was supposed to trust, but once she saw Crobat opening its mouth wide to land another bite, she reflexively glowed a bright blue aura, jumped backwards and released the psychic energy forward, making Crobat flail again. Rainbow Dash looked on in disbelief, a little too confident that her confuse ray would work to her advantage, but with Meloetta getting her attack off before Crobat could bite her one more time, the bat pokémon fainted, too exhausted to carry on the battle.

Scootaloo, though, seemed more surprised than anyone. “Whoa! Did that really just happen?” As she looked on in wonder, however, both trainers turned their attention towards Scootaloo again, making her snap back to reality. “Oops! Sorry. Crobat is unable to battle! Rainbow Dash is now down to one pokémon!”

Rainbow Dash growled as she summoned Crobat back into its ball, making Brad feel like for once, he had the advantage. Meloetta had taken a beating, but so long as she didn’t stay confused for much longer, he would be able to use her to finish the battle. He might not even need to bring Lopunny out at all, or, at least that’s what he thought.

“That’s it, Brad! No more games! Ninjask! Go!”

Rainbow Dash then threw a pokéball out into the arena, but when it finally opened up, there was seemingly nothing that came out of it. Everyone but the gym leader looked on, waiting for something to happen until out of nowhere, a huge bug appeared right in front of Brad’s face, making him stumble backwards as it seemingly teleported to different spots in the gym. Pulling himself back up to his feet, he stammered, “W-what is that thing?”

“That fastest pokémon alive! Not to mention it’s also a bug pokémon, which I see working out pretty well right here.”

“Oh, shit! Meloetta! Relic song!”

“Don’t waste any time, Ninjask! X-scissor, now!”

While Meloetta was still debating whether or not she should even listen to her trainer, however, Rainbow Dash’s bug pokémon zipped to the other side of the arena in a flash, placing an X-shaped mark on her body before anyone could even see what happened. Meloetta was struck silent, standing with her eyes wide and her mouth low before finally, she fell to the floor, completely motionless.

“Meloetta is unable to battle!” Scootaloo called, raising her arm towards Brad. “Brad is now down to one pokémon!”

He couldn’t believe how fast her pokémon was, even for a trainer like Rainbow Dash. It would move from one end to the other so fast that nobody could see it until it decided to stop moving. He obviously couldn’t use Steenee this time, which would be at a huge disadvantage considering its bug/flying-type, leaving only one logical choice left for him to use.

“Here we go!” Brad shouted, returning Meloetta to her ball and throwing out his last hope. “Lopunny! I choose you!”

“Lop lop!” she cheered, bouncing back and forth on the battlefield.

Rainbow Dash quickly fell backwards, holding onto her gut as she laughed. “Is that really the best pokémon you have left? A rabbit?”

“I wouldn’t underestimate her if I was you,” Brad replied with a smile. “Lopunny! Use bounce!”

“X-scissor!”

Before Lopunny could propel herself off of the ground, she was immediately hit by the same attack it had used on Meloetta, although Lopunny would be able to take more than one of those. In the next instant, Lopunny soared into the air, reaching the same height that Talonflame had when it used its brave bird attack in the first round and pushed off the ceiling, soaring down to attack at its full power.

Rainbow Dash could see that Lopunny was going to do a lot more damage than Ninjask had done, making her suddenly panic to find some way to keep her pokémon alive. “Harden!”

“Ninjask!”

Then, before Lopunny could land her attack, Rainbow Dash’s ninjask quickly covered itself with an extra layer of chitin, making the blow a little less painful, even though it obvious barely survived a one-hit knockout. Ninjask was now buzzing back and forth, seemingly too weak to move at the speed that it had before, which, granted, was still much quicker than Lopunny was.

“Now, Ninjask! Finish it off with giga impact!”

“Nin! Nin! JASK!”

Ninjask then disappeared at supersonic speeds yet again, but once it reappeared, it collided straight into Lopunny’s chest, sending it flying across the gym until she landed lifelessly on the floor. Brad held his breath, waiting for Lopunny to get back up, even though she was honestly lucky just to still be breathing after an attack life that. As Brad kept his eyes close on Lopunny, Rainbow Dash nodded towards Scootaloo, who then lifted her arm towards Brad.

“Lopunny is unable to battle!” Scootaloo called out. “Gym Leader Rainbow Dash is the win--”

“HOLD ON A SECOND!”

As if hearing Scootaloo making the call that would end the match was some kind of secret way to give Lopunny the energy she needed to continue fighting, the rabbit slowly got back up to her legs, not bouncing like before, but still holding a fighting position. Nobody could believe it, especially Scootaloo who pulled her hand back and hesitantly said, “N-nevermind! Keep going.”

“What?!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed, dumbfounded that Lopunny was somehow still in this. “No way! She just called it!”

“Not until my pokémon is unable to battle, and it looks like she can handle one more hit. Isn’t that right, Lopunny?”

“Lop looooop!”

Rainbow Dash was now shaking with fear, turning towards her pokémon and shouting, “Quick! Use another X-scissor!”

Ninjask, however, just turned back to face Rainbow Dash, looking too weak to attack again. “Ninjask. Ninjask.”

“Oh, no! I forgot you need to recharge!”

“Finish it, Lopunny! Dizzy punch!”

“Loooooooop!”

With Ninjask still too tired to get out of the way, Lopunny spun on her heels, sending a curved strike into Rainbow Dash’s pokémon, making it cry out in helpless agony. Then, with Ninjask on its last breath, Lopunny sent one final critical hit into the bug-type’s thorax, sending it soaring into the ceiling where it stuck with a splat. Then, it gradually fell back down to the battlefield, crashing into the ground with spirals spinning where its eyes should have been.

This time, when everyone looked back at Scootaloo, there was no questioning the outcome, despite how much things had turned around in the last couple seconds. Still, the youngest girl waited longer than she should have, just to make sure there was no way that Ninjask was getting back up, but with all hope lost, Scootaloo pointed her hand in Rainbow Dash’s direction, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Ninjask is unable to battle. The winner is… Brad?”

As soon as the call was made, Brad stuck his arms out like an airplane and ran into the arena, doing circles around his pokémon while cheering loudly. Both Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo cringed, feeling somehow more upset by the loss after seeing how energetic it made the blue-haired teenager. Then, pulling out her pokéball, Rainbow Dash summoned Ninjask back inside, reaching into her flight suit to pull out a metallic badge in the shape of a rainbow lightning bolt coming out of a cloud.

“Alright, Brad,” she said, seemingly with aggravation. “I’ll give you your badge, but you have to stop being an idiot.”

“Just my badge?” Brad asked, calling Lopunny back to her pokéball and looking back at Rainbow with a smug grin. “I don’t think that was our agreement.”

“What are you talking ab--” Then, her eyes went wide as she suddenly remembered what they discussed at the very beginning of the match. “Oh, horse feathers.”

“What? What is it?” Scootaloo asked, running up to the two older trainers while bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Tell me!”

Rainbow Dash scratched the back of her head awkwardly. “Uhh… Sorry, Scootaloo, but you’re gonna have to leave for this one.”

“What?! But I came all the way here from Canterlot City!”

“And I’ve told you a hundred times not to come here on a school day!”

Scootaloo growled internally, giving both Brad and Rainbow Dash a scowl before walking back towards the entrance of the gym. “Fine, but our boat doesn’t leave for Manehattan City until tomorrow, so I'd better see you before then!”

“Fine! Whatever! Just go!” Brad wasn’t sure whether or not she was ever going to leave them alone, but soon enough, she huffed her way out of the building, leaving the gym all to themselves and whatever they wanted to do. Well, more like whatever Brad wanted to do, seeing as how Rainbow Dash was rubbing her arms with her face glowing a bright red. “So… w-what did you wanna do?”

“Tiny titties!!”

“Ugh…” Rainbow Dash’s shoulders drooped. “Why did I even ask?”

“What’s the matter, Rainbow? You scaaaaared?”

The gym leader jerked back, somehow offended and nervous about the question Brad had just asked. “What? No! I’m not scared of anything!”

“Then take your top off.”

Rainbow Dash’s face was beginning to grow redder than Big Mac’s, although her face went from surprise to annoyance as she began to unbutton her flight suit, mumbling as she did so. “Ugh… You’re even worse than Zephyr Breeze.”

“Come again?”

“Here!” Before answering Brad’s unneeded inquiries, Rainbow Dash threw her top into Brad’s arms, making him hold the fabric as she reached behind her back, seeking to unhook her bra. He wasn’t sure why she even wore a bra in the first place, seeing as how her chest was probably a size AA, but as the straps began to fall down her shoulders, she quickly covered her nipples, looking away as she threw her bra into Brad’s arms. “There. I’m naked.”

“Prove it.”

Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow, gawking at how she was supposed to prove how she was naked any more than she already had, even though deep down she knew exactly what he meant. With her eyebrows furrowing again, she released her hands from her breasts, revealing two mosquito bites on her chest as she began to pull down her trousers, which were shielding--unbeknownst to him--a pair of rainbow underwear. The gym leader’s cheeks were steaming, refusing to make eye contact with Brad who didn’t know whether to feel arousal or hilarity from her barely-shielded private area.

“Say a word and you die,” Rainbow said, still avoiding eye contact.

“Fine. I won’t.”

Then, to Rainbow Dash’s total surprise, Brad reached around the gym leader’s back and fell to one knee, giving him just the height he needed to place Rainbow Dash’s nipple into his mouth as he sucked her tenderly. The gym leader quickly fell forward slightly, allowing her nipple to be reached more easily from the position Brad was in, sighing from the unexpected feeling of pleasure she was experiencing. While Brad licked in circles around her areola, Rainbow Dash ran her hand through Brad’s blue hair, combing it back while her legs began to squeeze together down below.

“You enjoying this?” Brad asked cockily.

“Shut up. Keep going.”

Brad did not hesitate to follow instructions, moving his lips passionately along her breasts, sucking tenderly at her nipple while his other hand moved up to her other breast. Once his other fingers began twiddling with her spare nipple, however, Rainbow Dash let out another sigh, this one slightly louder and more feminine than the one that came before it. She was now holding Brad’s neck tighter, arching her chest even deeper into Brad’s mouth as he suctioned on her tit, gently pinching the other between his fingers. The sensation was becoming so pleasurable for Rainbow Dash that it was almost creating an itch that she needed to take care of, but as if she were mentally connected to the boy at her chest, he quickly dragged his fingers down Rainbow’s smooth abs until they halted at her cameltoe, where he gently began to massage her folds.

Rainbow Dash bit her lip and squeezed her legs tighter, trying not to show how aroused he was making her, despite her innate desire for him to keep going causing her legs to shake. Then, just to make the feeling even more unbearable, Brad spread his fingers apart, stretching out her labia underneath the thin, rainbow fabric in between each circle he rubbed. Having about as much as she could take without moaning vehemently, Rainbow then grabbed Brad by the shoulders, lifted him to his feet and stood on her toes to lead Brad into a passionate kiss. Meanwhile, however, he never stopped moving his fingers around her lower lips, causing her to release feminine gasps, even with her mouth trying desperately to dominate Brad’s.

“You can give up any time, Rainbow,” Brad said as he pulled away for air, just to be brought back into the embrace of Rainbow Dash’s lustful lips. Her tongue was now dancing around Brad’s, running circles in his mouth the same way Brad was running circles around her crotch, making her legs so weak that they threatened to give out at any second.

With frustration on her face, Rainbow Dash pulled away from Brad, folding her arms both to shield her chest as well as to vent her resentment. “Fine. You can take them off.”

Brad chuckled. “Don’t mind if I do.”

As he stuck his thumbs inside the leg holes of Rainbow Dash’s panties, his mouth seemed to hang from his jaw, dropping further along with the fabric shielding Rainbow’s private area until finally, they were down to her knees. Even though the sight of her wet, hairless slit brought waves of nostalgia back into his mind, it still felt like he was seeing it for the first time, contrasting the feminine beauty to her otherwise tough demeanor. It was so enticing, in fact, that he couldn’t help but run his tongue up between her folds, causing Rainbow Dash to shriek in surprise, squeezing her legs closed and pulling Brad back up to his feet.

“OK,” she said with a blush. “Maybe I’m a liiiiiiittle embarrassed.”

“Really? Of that?”

Rainbow Dash scoffed. “I’m allowed to be, aren’t I?”

“I mean, you’re allowed to be, but that’s just gonna make this next part really awkward.”

Rainbow Dash froze, suddenly backing away in fear at Brad’s creepy facial expression. “Uhh… what were you planning on doing, exactly?”

“This!”

Then, catching Rainbow Dash completely off guard, Grad grabbed the gym leader by the waist, flipped her upside down and held her up against him, putting her butt and womanhood right next to his face as Rainbow Dash flailed her fists into his legs.

“Put me down! Put me down!”

“Trust me, Rainbow, you wouldn’t like that at this angle. In fact, since you’re down there, my pants are feeling a little tight. You wouldn’t wanna help me with that, would you?”

He couldn’t see Rainbow’s face after that, but he could still hear her groaning in displeasure. “Seriously?”

“Uh-oh! I feel my hands slipping!”

“Alright! Alright! Just hang on!” He then waited for the gym leader to undo his belt and remove the bottom half of his clothes, staring anxiously at Rainbow Dash’s cunt while trying his hardest to hold himself back until the moment was right. Finally, he felt his jeans fall down his legs along with his boxers, which were being tugged at forcefully until his penis popped out of his shorts, hitting Rainbow Dash in the face. “Ow.”

“You alright down there, Rainbow?”

“Yeah… Just poked my eye is all.”

Brad held back a chuckle. “With what?”

“Ugh! Can you put me down now?”

“You knoooow… It’s kind of a shame that I’m free-balling right now with my dick all alone like this. It would be really nice if some brave, caring woman were to give it shelter.”

Silence.

“In her mouth.”

Silence.

“Your mouth.”

With another grunt, Rainbow Dash grabbed Brad by the shaft and placed him into her mouth, making Brad feel a sudden jolt of eroticism between his legs. Finally, without having to detain himself any further, the blue-haired teenager dipped his face between Rainbow Dash’s thighs, lapping up her nectar as her folds clenched around his tongue.

Rainbow Dash seemed unnaturally good at this, rubbing up and down Brad’s shaft while her mouth pushed in and out, bobbing her head at the perfect rhythm. The trainer on the other end, however, had never done vertical 69 before, and although he was enjoying both the sensation of Rainbow’s tongue dancing across his cock as well as the taste of her natural lube quenching his thirst, he was also scared of losing his grip in the heat of the moment. Fortunately, though, the harder Brad grabbed around Rainbow’s waist, the more avid she became on his dick, slipping her tongue from his dillhole and down his cowper’s gland before circling around the head of his penis. On the other end, Brad could taste how much Rainbow Dash was enjoying this as a thick, white liquid gradually made its way out of her opening and into Brad’s mouth, which he licked up happily.

As Brad’s tongue found its way into her most prized pocket, however, Rainbow Dash squeezed her legs around Brad’s neck, pulling him in deeper with her thighs as he happily flicked her clitoris some more. The more aroused he made her, however, the more her hips flexed, causing him to accidentally run his tongue all the way up to her butthole, which he gently prodded before making his way back down to Rainbow’s vagina. It was obvious that based on the stimulation Brad was giving Rainbow in her own private parts, she was having that much harder of a time keeping her mind on satisfying Brad’s pleasure center. Then, once he felt like she was taking advantage of him while forgetting her part of the deal, Brad stuck even more of his length into Rainbow’s mouth, causing her to retaliate by sticking her finger into Brad’s anus.

The feeling was so unnatural. His automatic instinct was to get her to pull it out, but he couldn’t deny that there was also a sensation to it that he had never experienced before. Soon enough, Brad was moving his tongue over to Rainbow Dash’s anus while Rainbow pushed her finger deeper into Brad’s, feeling around for his prostate while Brad ran circles around her opening. The more Rainbow explored him in the back, the more Flash moved his tongue across Rainbow’s lower border, stretching from her butt to her clitoris as he wildly crossed his tongue all over her body, just from the sensitivity he was feeling below. It was like the gym leader was pressing a button that activated a newfound pleasure center he had never experienced before with her mouth still bobbing back and forth against his dick.

He didn’t know if he would be able to last much longer, mostly because he had never felt anything like this before. Knowing the end was near, he quickly moved his attention to Rainbow Dash’s nub, flicking his tongue back and forth while trying to bring her as close to the edge as he was.

“Q-quit it!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed, pulling her mouth off of his cock with her hand moving in lieu of her lips. “You’re gonna make me c-c-cuhhhhh… N-nevermind!”

Brad, though, had no intention of listening, instead using this as an excuse to work even harder to push her over the edge, which seemed to already be working. Her mouth was no longer sucking Brad off, instead now being used to scream passionately, going octaves he had never heard from Rainbow Dash’s mouth as both of her hands sought to punish Brad for what he was doing to her. He knew how close she was, and when she finally lost it, his mouth would be there to take it all in. He was also on the verge himself, however, and if he was going to experience that blessed taste of Rainbow Dash’s orgasm, he was going to have to move faster.

Then, once he felt his balls clench up, he used all the adrenaline in his body to send hard, violent flicks up Rainbow Dash’s nub, making her scream so loud that her voice threatened to give out at any second. Over and over again, he slapped her womanhood with his mouth, pushing his tongue deeper against her folds as Rainbow finally flipped the switch inside him, causing him to explode into her mouth mid-scream. They were both experiencing an orgasm at the same time, only Brad was feeling it in two places at once. While the holes in Rainbow Dash’s body contracted and pulsed, the other trainer felt himself throbbing from his cock while his anus gripped tighter around Rainbow’s finger, pushing down in the link between his pleasure centers. Even though Rainbow was getting an unexpected facial with an even more unexpected level of semen, her body expelled fluids like a puddle, which Brad quickly drank up, hoping that she would release even more.

Finally, though, both of their orgasms came to a halt, leaving them out of breath, covered in bodily fluids, and smelling like ass. Brad had to be especially careful putting Rainbow Dash down, forgetting how weak his limbs would be after experiencing a full-body orgasm. Fortunately, though, as he spun her back around, she landed straight on her feet, finally allowing the cum to drip down the opposite side of her face, which she immediately wiped off with her hand. As soon as she remembered how sticky the liquid was, however, she cringed, holding it over the floor while it stuck to her hand.

“Ewwww. Gross.”

“You know what else is gross?” Brad asked, trying to get his jeans back up to his waist. “Putting your finger in a man’s butt. It doesn’t matter how good it feels! He loses a piece of his manhood when you do that.”

“Well, what else was I supposed to do to get your cock out of my throat?”

Brad shrugged, lacing his belt through the loops once more as he weakly got back up to his feet. “I guess that’s a good point. Hey, should I go tell your little friend that she’s allowed to come back in?”

“Uhhh, no, unless you help me clean up this mess you made first.”

Brad looked down at the ground, feeling more impressed with himself than anything for how much seed he was able to release in one session. “Got it,” he replied. “I’ll tell her she’s not allowed back in ever again.”

“Wait, what?! You’re just gonna leave?!”

“It’s what I do best.”

He was sure Rainbow Dash was getting ready to start yelling something at him, but before she even got the chance, Brad tap danced his way out the doors of the gym, feeling the cool breeze of the top of the mountain. He would have a long ways to go to get back down to the ship, but Rainbow Dash had a lot of cleaning up to do before she could catch him, especially since she was still probably naked.

Finally, with one foot in front of the other, he made his way down the mountain on his way to his next quest, with a shiny new badge inside his jacket. He had no idea who the gym leader in Manehattan City was, but whoever it was wouldn’t be any more of a problem than the others had been.

For once, Brad was on his way to a new city where he didn’t know a single person, which was exactly the kind of adventure that he’d been waiting for.

Generosity Badge

For once in his life, things had actually gone exactly as he had planned.

The minute Brad stepped off the S.S. Zepplin, he had a straight shot towards Manehattan City, battling a couple trainers along the way for the experience and rushing to the pokémon center after some cock-sucker decided to poison Steenee. Then, again, as he predicted, he pressed his luck with the local Nurse Redheart, got rejected and made his way back outside into probably the most bustling metropolis in the entire Equestria region. Large buildings that housed the most prestigious businesses lined the streets with people rushing to get to their destinations, creating huge traffic jams on both the sidewalks as well as the streets.

“Taxi!” a woman suddenly shouted behind him, rushing up to the side of the street and being immediately passed up for another customer. Still, though, she continued to wave her arms anxiously, trying to get the attention of any of the cars approaching just for every single one to pass by, leaving her walking around anxiously as she checked her watch. “Oh, no! Ohhhh, no, no, no, no, no!”

Under normal circumstances, this would probably be the perfect time for Brad to walk away and leave other people to deal with their own problems, but once he began turning the corner, he received a swift smack in the back of the head from the pokémon on his shoulder. “Ouch! What the cock was that for?”

“Mel la metta!” his companion said angrily, pointing back towards the girl on the street.

The woman had a light amber skin with a short cyan hairstyle, complete with a red flower sticking out of the hairpin on the back of her head. She seemed so sweet and innocent, the exact kind of person that most others would immediately pass over, either due to a lack of respect for the weak or genuinely because she seemed to lack that much presence. It seemed like Meloetta was the only creature in the whole city who actually wanted to help her out, but Brad didn’t really see anything he could do to make things any easier for her.

“What do you want me to do? Have her get on my back while I carry her to wherever she needs to go?”

With an annoyed expression plastered on her face, however, Meloetta immediately picked Brad up in a psychic field, carrying him over to the street corner while he wiggled in the air to break free. The minute Meloetta set him down, however, Brad completely froze up, making the woman beside him turn her head momentarily before turning back towards the traffic, waving her arms frantically. Again, another car passed her by, making it suddenly clear what Brad had to do, despite how condescending it made him feel.

“Ugh… TAXI!” he shouted, causing the next cab driving by to screech to a halt right in front of them. The woman turned her head again, both with surprise that he had managed to get a ride so easily as well as a hint of envy that she had to wait for yet another cab to come by. To her surprise, however, Brad grabbed hold of the passenger's door and opened it sideways, allowing the woman the perfect entryway into the taxi. “Here. It’s all yours.”

“Oh, no! I couldn’t!” she exclaimed. “You were the one he stopped for. You should--”

“I literally have no use for one of these. I just called it over for you, just because… you know… you looked like you could use one or whatever.”

Brad was trying his hardest not to come off as insulting, especially after seeing how angry Manehattan citizens could be after the slightest provocation, but rather than getting angry, the woman smiled softly. “Thank you so much! That was very generous of you. Actually, if you’re headed somewhere, you can ride with me. I’ll pay for the both of us.”

“Uhh, I guess I’m going to be heading to the gym at some point.”

The woman’s eyes went wide. “The Manehattan City gym? Hop on in. I’m headed over there right now.”

“Whoa, really? Sweet!”

The two of them then ducked their heads and climbed into the back of the taxi along with the psychic pokémon, making their way towards the center of the city. “I’m Coco Pommel, by the way,” she said, extending her hand across her body, which Brad quickly shook. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I caught your name.”

“Oh, I like to go by ‘Flash’, but people nowadays have just been calling me by my first name, Brad. Brad Sentry.”

“Hmm… Flash Sentry, then? Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to call you what you prefer to go by.”

“Thanks, Coco. What are you headed to the gym for? You challenging the gym leader too, I’m assuming?”

Coco quickly shook her head. “Oh, no! I could never be a pokémon trainer! You see, the gym leader is new in town, and she mainly just works at the gym so that she can pay rent in this city. You would not believe the cost of living around here.”

“That would explain why everyone is so pissy all the time, but I’d believe it. So, that still doesn’t explain why you’re headed over there in the first place. Are you like her landlord or something?”

“Oh, no! I work with her in a textile company in upper Manehattan. I’m just coming by to collect her samples so she doesn’t end up losing her internship. She’s been up all night working on them, and she’s always been so thoughtful towards everyone around her. It was the least I could do to pick up her things for her.”

Brad then swung his arms behind his head, leaning back as comfortably as he could in the otherwise cramped vehicle. “You know, I had a friend back home who was looking to get into the textile business. She was waiting to hear back from an internship in Manehattan herself, but I left before she heard anything.”

“Oh, really? Where are you from?”

“Canterlot City.”

Suddenly, though, Coco’s bright smile turned around completely, leaving her furrowing her eyebrows as if he had said something weird. “Did… you just say Canterlot City?”

“Yeah. What? What did I do? I’m legitimately confused this time.”

“Oh, nothing. It’s just… what was the name of that friend of yours?”

“Rarity. Why?”

Coco just continued to stare at Brad even longer, making him even more uncomfortable, especially since she wouldn’t tell him what the heck he had said that was wrong. Once the car stopped, however, the cab driver said, “Here we are. Rarity’s gym. That’ll be forty-four bits, please.”

That’s when all the gears began to click into place, making Brad raise his eyebrows at Coco, who seemed to nod in agreement before he could even ask her the question. “Yep,” she said, reaching into her purse for the cab fare. “The cost of living here is that expensive.”

Brad quickly followed her out of the cab, too shocked to fully comprehend that he knew yet another gym leader, but as he followed behind the woman in front of him, he didn’t even know what to ask. Instead, Coco just walked straight into the gym like she had been there hundreds of times, barely allowing Brad to look up and see the columns of marble stretching up to the sky like an old government building. Then, upon reaching the doorway, he silently made his way in, almost hiding behind Coco as she made her way forward with a jubilance in her steps.

“Gym Leader Rarityyyy!” she called. “I’m here to pick up those fabrics for yoouuu!”

Then, rushing out of a doorway in the back, a woman appeared wearing a white and blue crystallized dress, seemingly trying to carry twenty things at once. There was no doubt that if anything, Coco had underexaggerated how much work Rarity did outside of her internship, making him admire the gym leader even more than he had before. Back home, Rarity was always his favorite tail to chase, both because she was single-handedly the hottest girl at CHS as well as the fact that she was a legitimately exquisite woman. She was generous, she had prestigious goals, she wanted to be the best not to prove anything to anyone, but because she honestly loved the thrill of pushing past her personal limits. Now here she was, doing two jobs while trying to support herself in one of the most cutthroat cities imaginable, cutting back on sleep just to make deadlines for her friend to pick up the next morning.

“Terribly sorry, Miss Pommel!” she exclaimed, holding all of the fabrics in her arms, which were stacked so high that she could barely see three steps in front of her. “Thank you again for doing this for me. I can’t imagine how I’d be able to handle losing my internship all because of some silly fabric. Also, you know there’s no need to refer to me as ‘Gym Leader’ Rarity. Just Rarity is fine with me.”

“I know,” Coco replied, taking the textiles into her own arms. “We had that conversation around the same time as when I told you that you didn’t need to refer to me as ‘Miss Pommel,’ remember? But I really just said that for your friend here.”

“My frie…”

Finally, once the fabrics were out of Rarity’s hands, she was at last able to see beyond the few feet in front of her to make eye contact with a blue-haired teenager, making her jaw drop slightly. Rarity seemed to shake her head in disbelief, much similar to how Brad had reacted when he learned that his old butt buddy had become the gym leader to Manehattan City. Then, with a small laugh, she made her way over to the doorway, passing by the intricate crystal design of the gym in order to leap into Brad’s arms, hugging him with all her might.

“Ohhh! I didn’t expect to see you here!” she said with joy. “Then again, I guess this is something that I should just learn to expect from time to time, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, no kidding. You’re a gym leader now? How’d you make that happen?”

“Well, a woman has her charms,” she added with a wink. “Plus, it doesn’t hurt when I have five friends from high school who also became gym leaders. I hope you don’t think that you surprising me here makes me any less furious about you leaving Canterlot City out of nowhere without so much as a ‘goodbye,’ though.”

Brad’s eyes went wide as he suddenly remembered a key detail that he had completely forgotten about, making Rarity tap her foot while sweat dripped violently down Brad’s neck. “Yeah… about that… Did you know I’m a pokémon trainer now?”

Rarity immediately reeled her head back, somehow even more surprised than she was before. “No! You haven’t told me! Since when?”

“That’s… kinda why I left Canterlot City in the first place. Isn’t that right, Meloetta?”

Then, lifting herself off of Brad’s shoulders, Meloetta flipped in the air with a feminine twirl. “La metta!”

“Oh, aren’t you just the cutest little thing!” Rarity cried, playfully pinching Meloetta’s cheek. “Well, that’s so wonderful to hear! Now, I don’t mean to be rude, but if you’ve come for the normal soiree that I’ve actually missed more than you could possibly imagine, it must wait until later. I have far too much work ahead of me for a fifteen minute break right now, though I do hope that you’ll come to challenge me to an official battle once your pokémon are at a high enough level. Tata!~”

“That’s… actually why I’m here. I’ve already won the other badges.”

Rarity had already made it halfway back to her workroom when she froze on the spot, turning around slowly with suspicion on her face. “What other badges have you won?”

“All of them,” Brad replied, opening his jacket to reveal the magic badge, kindness badge, honesty badge, laughter badge and loyalty badge, shining as brilliantly as the crystal chandeliers that decorated the gym’s interior. “Rarity, I officially challenge you to a pokémon battle, and once I beat you, I’m going to the Pokémon League!"

“Darling, surely you’re joking,” she said, now turning back towards the battlefield. “Although I am impressed that you have managed to collect five badges already, you do realize that you need eight gym badges in total to enter the Pokémon League, right? How long have you been a trainer, exactly? Three weeks? A month?”

Rarity’s words were getting colder and colder, piercing deeper with every sentence she spoke. “Yeah, it hasn’t been long, but I didn’t just get these badges out of pity, you know! I earned them. My pokémon earned them. Now we want to battle you for the generosity badge, and when we win, we’ll just need two more badges to enter the Pokémon League.”

“Why, though?” Again, Brad was caught off guard by her icy, insinuating questions, losing his confidence by the second despite how tough he was trying to act. “You’ve never even spoken about the Pokémon League before just a couple weeks ago. Now you’re actually trying to go? Brad, not even I would stand a chance in those levels of battles, and I’ve been battling with Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy for as long as I can remember.”

Suddenly, Brad's smile was gone. “...Are you going to accept my challenge or not?”

Just then, Rarity must have realized how much her words had insulted her friend and quickly bowed her head. “I’m sorry if I came off a bit blunt, Flash. I have no right to judge another trainer’s ambitions, especially since I’m still trying to work on my own. Now, you want a gym battle? You’ll get one! Oh, and Miss Pommel, I know I’ve been asking a lot of you already, but would you be able to judge our match?” Rarity then looked back and smirked. “This shouldn’t take long.”

“Absolutely!” her friend said, setting the fabrics down and rushing over to the referee’s box as Brad and Rarity made their way to their own respective areas on the battlefield. “Are both trainers ready?” The two of them looked back at each other, nodded, and turned their attention back to the referee. “Challenger Flash vs. Gym Leader Rarity! Begin!”

Brad then motioned towards the gym leader with a bow, saying, “Ladies first,” as if he wasn’t trying to find out Rarity’s typing first before he sent out the wrong pokémon.

Rarity, however, with a smug smile, pulled a pokéball from the belt on her sparkling dress and threw it into the arena without a moment of hesitation. “Alright, then. We’ll use three pokémon a side. Glaceon! Go!” Then, once the white light stemming from the pokéball finally dissipated, a light blue dog with icy shards for ears appeared, barking ferociously at the challenger.

“Glaaaaay!”

Brad then took a moment to consider the possibilities of Glaceon having a second typing, but if it didn’t, that would mean Rarity used ice-types, which went perfectly with the feel of her gym. This, unfortunately, would be yet another battle where Steenee would be useless, which left Meloetta, Lopunny and Gardevoir to take care of the three pokémon she would be using. At the same time, though, he was pretty sure he knew how to battle against ice-types, and turning his cap around, he flung a pokéball into the air, shouting, “Lopunny! I choose you!”

“Lop loooop!” she cried before even landing down onto the stage, officially beginning the match.

“Ohhhh, look at that adorable little bunny!” Rarity cooed. “If I weren’t an ice-type gym leader, I would scoop you up in a heartbeat!”

“That reminds me. What made you choose ice-types in the first place?”

The gym leader grinned, twirling around in her dress, making the fabric sparkle in the gym’s light. “Do I even need to explain that one? Just look at how beauuuutiful my glaceon is. It’s like all ice-types were born specifically to look magnificent!”

Brad chuckled, not really too surprised knowing Rarity’s personality, but even though he had missed that side of her more than probably anyone from high school, he still had a badge to earn. “I figured as much. Should I go first or should I allow you to have the first move?”

“Gentlemen first,” Rarity replied with a bow.

“Works for me! Lopunny! High jump kick!”

“Sand attack, Glaceon!”

As soon as Lopunny jumped into the air, the pokémon on the other side started digging up frost from the crystallic ground, creating a pile of icy dust by its side. Then, once Lopunny raised her leg up to attack, descending down onto the gym leader’s pokémon, Glaceon got behind the pile of dust and kicked backwards, sending a billow of dust into Lopunny’s eyes, making her reflexively change her path. Finally, as Lopunny rubbed her eyes with her paws, she collided into the ground, hurting herself in the process.

“Lopunny! Are you OK?”

“Ha! After a fall like that, even if she does get up, I doubt she would be OK. Glaceon, use blizzard!”

“Lopunny! Get up! Use high jump kick again!”

Right as soon as Lopunny got up, however, a massive flurry of ice and snow rampaged towards her, but right before the attack landed, she got back to her feet and hopped as high as she could, just barely missing the freezing attack. Then, while she was in the air, Lopunny kicked her leg down and came falling directly on top of Glaceon, who was still looking around in an attempt to find the pokémon it had tried to attack. With a harrowing kick to the side, Glaceon was sent flying backwards, skidding across the ground until she came to a halt, making a dusty cloud of frost billow above her.

“Glaceon! Are you alright, darling?”

“After a fall like that?” Brad asked smugly, making Rarity glare in his direction. “No, but for real, Lopunny. I don’t see any reason to change our strategy. One more high jump kick!”

Rarity, however, giggled, making Brad feel as though he had somehow just walked right into one of her traps. “Oh, you don’t need to change your strategy at all, Brad! You just keep doing what you’re doing at we’ll stick to our original plan of attack. Glaceon! Use sand attack one more time!”

“Glaaaay!”

Then, just like before, Glaceon dug up another pile of icy dust, kicking it into the air just as soon as Lopunny had reached the apex of her jump. Brad couldn’t even look at this point, covering his eyes and waiting for the attack to be over as a loud thud echoed throughout the gym. Had Lopunny’s attack landed, or had she crashed again? If she had managed to hit her opponent, that would have sealed the deal against Glaceon, but if she missed again, there would be no way she would get back onto her feet again.

Finally, though, he heard Coco lifting her hand into the air, making his heart beat even faster. “Lopunny is unable to battle! Challenger Flash is now down to two pokémon!”

He couldn’t believe it. Opening his eyes in disbelief, he looked onto the gym floor to find that surely enough, his own pokémon collapsed on the ground, covered in dust from what must have been a successful sand attack. He had always gotten lucky in times like these, but this time, Rarity was folding her arms with a pompous grin on her face, making him feel even angrier.

“Lopunny, return! Gardevoir! Go!” As Brad summoned Lopunny back into her pokéball, he then released his psychic/fairy-type into the arena, which floated coolly above the ground. “OK, Gardevoir. This should be easy. Use moonblast to finish it off!”

“Blizzard, Glaceon!”

With both attacks having been called out, Brad clenched his fist even harder, trying to alleviate his painful impatience as he waited for both pokémon to carry out their orders. There were two things Brad needed to worry about now: whose move would land first, and how successful would a blizzard be against Gardevoir? Again, Brad gripped his palm tighter, but this time, to his astonishment, he actually had the faster pokémon. It seemed like after battling Rainbow Dash that his team would always be slower than his opponent, but as Gardevoir lifted herself into the air, projecting a pink aura in the shape of the moon, she managed to release her attack before Glaceon could send over its cloud of snow, hitting it head on and sending glaceon flying across the gym.

Before Coco even had the chance to lift her arm, Rarity ran over to her badly-damaged pokémon, holding it in her arms while she gave it the best reassuring smile she could. “Glaceon is unable to battle!” Coco called out, lifting her hands towards Rarity’s side of the field. “Gym Leader Rarity is now down to two pokémon!”

With a soft sigh, Rarity then recalled her Glaceon back into its ball, making it glow a bright red before it disappeared completely. Then, standing to her feet and wiping the dust off of her dress, she looked Brad in the eyes with her hands on her hips, standing triumphantly as if she’d already won. “Well, if you’re going to take this seriously, then so am I!” Finally, pulling another pokéball from her designer belt, she threw another pokémon into the arena, shouting, “Frosslass! Show him how it’s done!”

As the pokéball touched down on the crystallic floor, a white light shone out of the ball, revealing a dark purple pokémon seemingly covered by a white veil. “Froslaaaass. Froslaaaass.”

“Wait a second,” Brad said, taking a step back as soon as he realized his sudden disadvantage. “Isn’t that--”

“A ghost pokémon? Yes. You see, if someone like Pinkie Pie can handle ghost-types, I thought I might try the same, especially when there’s an ice-type as gorgeous as this one.”

“Froslaaaass,” it replied with a calm smile, which was a much-needed contrast to how terrifying Pinkie Pie’s ghost-types were, but seeing as how Gardevoir was a psychic-type, he was still just as scared as ever.

With the typing he had on his team, there was no way to hit any of Froslass’s weaknesses, which meant that the only plan he had now was to hit using his strongest moves. “Gardevoir, use another moonblast!”

“This is your chance, Froslass! Use shadow ball!”

Both pokémon then released their attacks as Gardevoir shot a pink ball towards Froslass who shot back with a ball of dark energy, hitting Gardevoir before her own attack landed. Brad was sure that Gardevoir would have lost most of her energy after that one attack, but to his surprise, Gardevoir was able to get up relatively easily, floating up in the air even before Froslass could. In fact, Frosslass seemed to be in a lot of pain, which meant that so long as it didn’t use destiny bond, he would be able to take it out with his next attack.

As Brad looked back at Rarity, though, she was biting onto her thumb, completely baffled as to how a direct hit from one of the strongest ghost-type moves could have done so little against a psychic-type pokémon. “Froslass, I’m sorry to offend, but it appears that you only have one more chance to win this battle, and I’m not so sure that a shadow ball will do the trick. With this next attack, give it all you’ve got! Use ice beam and try to freeze his gardevoir!”

“Froooooslaaaaaass!”

“Hang in there, Gardevoir! Don’t let it stop you!”

Froslass then began to open its jaw, creating a blue ball of energy in front of it which broke apart into four cyan beams, all of which hit Gardevoir in a straight-on attack. Gardevoir tried blocking the attack with her arm, but the longer the attack lasted, the more her arm began to turn white, freezing into icy shard along her limbs.

“Now!” Brad shouted. “Finish it off with psychic!”

Then, breaking free from the attack and glowing a bright blue, the ice along Gardevoir’s arms gradually began to melt, allowing her to release one more psychic blast towards her opponent. Froslass squirmed in the air, rattling with pain as the psychic energy ravaged its body until finally, it descended down to the ground, no longer able to move its body. Brad quickly looked over to Coco, just to reaffirm that he had taken a ghost-type headon and won, and after waiting a few moments to make sure herself, the blue-haired girl lifted her arm towards Rarity and announced, “Froslass is unable to battle! Gym Leader Rarity is now down to one pokémon!”

Rarity, though, shook her head, her mouth agape at the seemingly easy victory that she should have had turned out to be the exact opposite of what she’d planned. “I don’t understand!” Rarity exclaimed. “I did everything right!”

“It was a bad matchup,” Coco said, catching both trainers off guard. “Froslass’s strength is its speed. Its special attack and special defense are at a total disadvantage when battling against Gardevoir, whose main skills lie within her special attack and special defense. If you had been battling a pokémon like Golurk, though, Froslass would have been a great choice.”

With a long sigh, Rarity then called back her Froslass, finally giggling at the situation she found herself in. “I guess that means I have no choice but to use a pokémon with high special defense, then. Is that it? Alright, Brad! This is the end of the road for you!” Finally, pulling out her third pokéball, she flew her last pokémon into the arena, shouting, “Cryogonal! I choose you!”

As her final ball landed onto her side of the field, a pokémon made almost completely out of icy diamonds levitated into the air with a loud cry. “Cryoooogonal!”

“Alright, Gardevoir! Same plan as last time! Moon blast!”

Rarity, though, rather than feeling scared began to giggle to herself, covering her mouth as if to hide her rudeness. “I’m sorry, Brad,” she said, “but your pokémon are just too slow. Now, Cryogonal! Freeze-dry!”

“Cry cry cryooooo!”

Suddenly, the air around Gardevoir began to grow cold as she was charging up her attack, and before she had the chance to release her attack, the air completely froze around her, encasing her into a block of ice before shattering when she hit the floor. With glass ice all around her on the floor, Gardevoir remained limp, no longer glowing an aura with her attack having faded altogether. Brad couldn’t believe that its attack had happened as quickly as it did, but by the time he turned his attention towards Coco, her hand was already being lifted in his direction.

“Gardevoir is unable to battle! Challenger Flash is now down to one pokémon!”

Brad sighed in frustration, the air around his breath becoming visible in the cold air within the gym as he pulled out Gardevoir’s pokéball and summoned her back. Since Steenee was weak to ice-types, Meloetta would have to be the one to save them, although he didn’t see how she would be able to do that seeing as how Cryogonal was basically a special-attacking shield. If Brad couldn’t use psychic-type moves on it, what was he supposed to do?

Then, with a smile suddenly creeping in on his face, he turned towards the pokémon on his shoulder and asked, “You ready Meloetta?”

“La mel!” she replied, jumping into the battlefield.

“OK, Rarity. You wanna brag about how much faster your cryogonal is? I’ll let you have one more hit at us before we end this battle!”

“Ooohhhh. Cocky are we?” Rarity asked with a surprised grin. “You heard the man, Cryogonal! Blizzard!”

“Cryoooogonal!”

Then, just like when her glaceon had used the move earlier in the match, a flurry of snow and ice bulldozed towards her, causing her to hold out her arms to shield herself from the attack. Once the attack let up, though, Meloetta seemed to have taken almost no damage at all, smirking at Rarity and her pokémon while brushing off the frost from her arms. The gym leader seemed almost unnerved at how little she had been able to do, looking back and forth between Cryogonal and Meloetta as if it would help her come up with a better strategy.

“Now, Meloetta! Relic song!”

“La, la la la la la, la la la la, la, la la, la la la la la la, la laaaaaaaa!”

Suddenly, as Meloetta began to sing and dance, the microphone by her mouth began to trail down her green hair, turning it a deep brownish red that curled over her head. Meanwhile, her dress began to curl upwards as she clapped her hands, changing her form entirely from a psychic-type to a fighting-type, striking a pirouette in her new appearance. Rarity gasped in awe, communicating to Brad that if she was really this thunderstruck from one move, he would have no problem finishing this off.

Still, though, breaking free from her trance, Rarity shouted, “Cryogonal! Freeze-dry! Quick!”

“Sorry, Rarity, but you’re a little too slow for that. Meloetta! Close combat!”

Finally, in a battle where speed meant everything, Brad once again had the advantage with Meloetta in her new form. Taking off at a speed that rivalled even her froslass, Meloetta raced towards Cryogonal, lifting her arm and swiping it down, nearly causing a crack in the ice-type’s exoskeleton. Rarity’s pokémon didn’t make a sound, remaining still for several moments until it gradually fell backwards onto the ground, its yellow eyes fading into the blackness behind them. Rarity fell to her knees, not even bothering to face the referee whose verdict was already presumed, and just like that, Brad had proven once again just how amazing his team was.

“Cryogonal is unable to battle!” Coco announced. “Challenger Brad is the winner!”

Brad wanted to celebrate just as he had done when he defeated all the other gym leaders in the past, but Rarity was different. She wasn’t rude to him or demeaning to him in the same way the others were. If anything, her concern about him entering the Pokémon League wasn’t about him getting his feelings hurt as much as it was about making sure he was doing it for the right reasons. Her words were starting to make him really think about why he wanted to enter the Pokémon League in the first place, and the honest answer was that he really just wanted to be more like her. “Meloetta! Return!”

Rather than cheering, Brad walked over to Rarity and held out his hand, helping the gym leader up to her feet while using his other hand to return Meloetta to her ball. “I don’t understand!” Rarity said with a baffled expression. “I thought I was making all the right moves!”

“There are no right moves,” Brad replied quietly, pulling her into a hug. “It’s all about having the right team with the right mindset. I think Pinkie Pie taught me that one.”

“Well, Pinkie Pie always was the one who saw things differently, after all.” The two of them then shared a laugh, thinking back on all the ways that Pinkie Pie had used surprise logic on them in the past, and when their chuckles finally began to calm down, the two of them held each other again, bringing each other even closer than before. “I’ve missed you, Flash Sentry.”

Brad laughed again, brushing a piece of Rarity’s hair past her ear. “We’ve only been apart for a couple of weeks.”

“I know, but it feels like forever since we’ve last… er… A-anyway, I should probably--”

Just as Rarity was about to push herself out of Brad’s arms, however, he gripped her tighter, making her stop instantaneously, looking up at him with longing eyes. “You know,” Brad began, “I have to leave Manehattan pretty soon. I don’t know when the next time I’ll be able to see you will be.”

As Rarity took the next few moments to take in Brad’s words, she quietly cleared her throat, turning her attention towards her referee. “Miss Pom--I mean, Coco. I really must thank you for all that you’ve done for me today. I really do owe you a favor for this.”

“Oh, not at all, Rarity!” she replied, picking up the textiles once again. “I guess I should leave you to your own responsibilities now, especially since Miss Polomare will want these fabrics right away.”

“Oh, make sure you take your time, just so you can describe what her face looks like after she’s been waiting all day to receive them.”

“Don’t you worry. I’ll make sure to give you every vivid detail. Good bye!”

“Ciao!” Then, the very instant Coco had made her way out the door, Rarity groaned, slipping her dress straps down her shoulders and making her way out of her outfit. “I must admit, I’m grateful that she helped me so much today, but I thought she would never get the hint.”

Brad hesitantly stepped backwards, making sure to get an eyeful of Rarity’s eye candy as she stepped out of her dress completely, giving him the best view of her enticing cleavage and smooth thighs, barely hidden by her undergarments. “Uhh… Rarity?” Brad began. “You know that--”

“The gym is now closed. I shall return after my lunch break.” As she said those words, she stepped out of her crystal high heels, prancing her way to the gym doors and locking it up. She then pressed her back to the doors, biting down on her lower lip and beckoning Brad over with her finger, making him rush over with a stupid look on his face as he struggled to lift his shirt over his head. Then, once he managed to get his shirt and jacket onto the floor, he planted a hard kiss right on Rarity’s mouth, causing her to reflexively put both of her hands against his cheeks, pulling their kiss in deeper.

Brad, meanwhile, as the kiss was beginning to lean more and more towards Rarity’s control, quickly moved his attention down to his jeans, slipping his belt off and jumping on one foot to get the denim off of his legs. Then, with the two of them down to their underwear, Brad pressed his body against Rarity’s, pushing her back into the wooden door behind her as she pulled the boy in by his neck. If the situation wasn’t enough to make him hard, Rarity’s lips were, gliding along his skin as his member began to poke through his boxers, piercing Rarity between the leg, making her squeeze her thighs together.

Just as they were getting to the good part, however, Rarity grabbed Brad by the shoulders and pushed him away, looking up at him with eyes that communicated both arousal and seriousness. “Brad, you must promise me that no matter what happens here, it never leaves this room.”

“Fine, but that just means I won’t tell you about any of the gym leaders that I’ve slept with.”

“...Hold on! What gym leaders have you--Mmmff! Mmmm… Mmm… N-nevermind.”

As soon as Rarity was about to ask a question that she didn’t need to bring up, Brad pressed his lips back to hers, allowing his tongue to travel across hers in between their mouths collapsing together. Then, as things were starting to get a little more heated, Brad took his hands off of Rarity’s waist, moving them instead to lower his boxers as Rarity reached back to unhook her bra, their mouths never once leaving each other’s. Finally, with his clothes all the way off, he grabbed Rarity by the legs just as soon as she got her bra off and pressed their chests together, lifting Rarity into the air as he pressed her back harder into the door behind her. Meanwhile, the feeling of Rarity’s exposed nipples pressing against Brad’s was getting him so excited that he was basically penetrating her already through her panties, causing her to wrap her arms as tightly around his neck as possible. Even with the thin fabric preventing him from entering her insides, though, he continued to press himself in, humping her through her underwear and causing her to break the kiss just long enough to breathe deeply.

“Brad, please… You’re going to leave a mark on my panties.”

In his absolute impatience, however, Brad allowed Rarity back down to the floor just so that he could lower his head, grab Rarity’s underwear with his teeth and slowly slide them down her legs, allowing her to step out one hole at a time. Before he could even get his face back up, though, Rarity stood with her feet shoulder-width apart, spreading her labia for the trainer to see all of her intricate folds along with her pleasure center on top. He missed the taste of Rarity’s natural nectar so much, but he had to hold off for just a little bit, instead electing to rise all the way up to his feet, kissing Rarity passionately again while sticking a finger inside her. Rarity flinched at first, but gradually positioned herself to allow Brad’s finger to find the perfect path to her deepest regions, grabbing Brad’s penis herself and moving her wrist back and forth.

Brad’s back spasmed, feeling the familiar touch of her feminine hands touching him in all the places she knew he loved, causing him to insert a second finger into her vagina, making her breathe passionately in response. Once Brad placed a kiss on Rarity’s neck, however, she stopped completely, releasing feminine gasps with each peck that he made on Rarity’s skin while his fingers became covered in her liquids. Rarity’s hips moved back and forth in a rhythm against Brad’s fingers, rocking her pelvis in a way that brought Brad to all of her sensitive inside areas, leading to another long moan from Rarity’s voice.

Then, Brad took both his mouth and his fingers away from Rarity, causing her to reflexively pull on his neck for him to stimulate her more, but Brad had other ways to give her what she wanted. Turning the two of them around, Brad pressed his back against the wall, lowering his pelvis as if he were on a chair and inviting the naked woman to join him in sitting down. The gym leader fluttered her eyelashes, looking down at Brad’s member and rubbing him gently, gracefully allowing a bit of saliva out of her mouth to cover the top of Brad’s dick, which she then lathered all over. Finally, once Rarity was sure that he was properly lubed up, she stepped over his legs, angled his penis upwards and gradually descended her hips, allowing his phallus to gently penetrate her folds.

Brad immediately grabbed onto Rarity’s bare butt, helping her along as she bounced on top of his lap, knocking her hair back and moaning loudly. Her spine arched as she began to feel the stimulation from Brad’s cock navigating its way deeper, which Brad could feel hugging the length of his dick, wettening his skin to allow himself further. With every bounce Rarity made against his pelvis, he found himself growing stiffer, harder, longer, making himself travel further inside Rarity without even needing to move. Then, spreading her legs wider, Rarity came down as hard as she could, wrapping her arms around Brad’s shoulders as he finally felt the edge of her cervix rubbing against the head of his penis. Rarity must have felt it as well, though, since the moment it made contact, she grinned deviously at her partner, moving her hips around in circles, spreading his precum all over her inside walls.

“Mmmmm, Brad, I’m so horny right now.”

“Prove it,” he replied with a cocky smile, making Rarity reply with a smug grin of her own.

“Aaaahn~! How was that, darling?”

“That was OK and all, but I’m preeeetty sure you can do better than that.”

Rarity put her finger to her mouth, still bouncing her hips against Brad’s as she came up with an idea. “Ohhhhh YES! Mmm fuck me, Brad! AH! Ah, ah, ah, ahhhh!!! Oooooo fuck! AHHHH!”

Not only had Rarity done her job in making Brad even hornier, she had also caused him to pull her off of him completely, pin her down onto the floor and hump her with all the power he had, pressing his lips against hers as he spread her legs. Rarity tried humping him back, but she found herself completely overpowered, feeling her pelvis smacked back down to the floor every time she tried lifting her hips. Their fingers quickly intertwined as tightly as Rarity’s narrow vaginal canals while their tongues turned the passion up a level, not even pressing their lips together as they twirled against each other. Then, pulling his mouth and fingers away from her momentarily, Brad lifted his waist higher, grabbing Rarity by the thighs and spreading her legs as wide as he could get her, making her scream in ecstasy.

He couldn’t believe how close he was to cumming already, even by Rarity’s standards. He wanted to hold out for as long as he possibly could, but her beautiful face complemented by her perfectly round breasts, small nipples, slender waist, tight vagina and feminine voice were all so much that Brad couldn’t stand it. He was heaving in breaths, trying to hold back the feeling in his balls from exploding out of his body, but Rarity must have been able to see how horny she was making him, which in turn, made her even hornier. Suddenly, Rarity’s screams were so loud that her voice was threatening to break from exhaustion with her vagina coating him in just as much wetness as the sweat on their skin, dripping down their bodies as Brad once again pressed his bare chest against Rarity’s.

He knew he couldn’t hold back anymore, and looking back at the gym leader’s face, she seemed to be inviting it. Finally, with a nod, she said, “Do it,” causing Brad to hump her faster than had probably ever done in his life. Once again, Rarity screamed loudly as her insides invited him in deeper until eventually, his cock started throbbing inside her orifice, leaving her to wrap her legs around his waist as the first shot of semen flooded her vagina. Brad was now breathing audibly, grunting in exhaustion as his seed poured further into her womb, coated with her natural lube. Rarity quickly grabbed onto Brad’s shoulders again, digging her nails into his skin as he dug his penis into her womanhood, feeling his balls gripping inside his body and being pushed out his urethra, giving his nerve endings a pleasurable jolt with each pulse.

Finally, though, the two of them felt Brad’s orgasm come to a close, leaving him cumming for a good half a minute before his penis eventually went limp and slipped out of Rarity’s pussy. Then, reaching down to her vulva, she pulled her labia apart and began flexing her abdomen, pushing small trails of semen out of her womb and onto the floor, except for the little bit that dripped right back into her other hole. The sight of Rarity spreading herself again, broadcasting to the world how much white had decorated her insides was almost enough to get Brad hard again, which, to be fair, he would have loved to do again. Unfortunately, though, no matter how enticing the view of Rarity physically digging cum out of her vagina was, he was far too tired to be able to handle a round two… Although he suddenly wanted to stay another night in Manehattan City.

“Sorry about the mess,” Brad said, struggling to get himself back up to his feet. “I should have realized by now that whenever I do it with you, it’s gonna take some extra cleanup.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Rarity replied, shakily pulling herself back up to her feet with the image of semen trailing down her leg and her breasts dangling in the air cementing itself into Brad’s mind. “Anyway, I really should open the gym back up just in case anyone wants to battle me.”

“Oh, shit! The generosity badge!”

Rarity quickly perked up, making her boobs bounce in response (seriously, he needed to visit Manehattan City more often). Then, as Rarity dashed over to her dress, bending over to grab the badge while giving Brad yet another beautiful view of her arched back, round buttcheeks and slightly-parted pussy, she quickly grabbed a badge in the shape of three cyan diamonds. Brad would miss naked Rarity, but at least this badge would always remind him of the beautiful scenes he had experienced firsthand.

“As the gym leader of Manehattan City, I officially bestow upon you the generosity badge.”

“Sick!” Brad exclaimed, picking up his own clothes and adding it to the collection. “Oh, speaking of which, do you know any other places that do gym badges?”

“Hm? Oh, actually, now that you mention it, there’s a gym just beyond the Sierra Neighvada mountains in Las Pegasus. I don’t know who the gym leader is over there, but I do know that they just filled the position.”

By this point, Brad had already pulled his jeans up his legs and was about halfway through getting his shirt over his head. “Las Pegasus, huh? I’ve always wanted to go there.”

This time it was Rarity’s turn to slip her dress over her shoulder, bending over to pick up her panties and slip them up her pelvis one leg at a time. “You will come visit again, right?”

“Well, it is kinda far from--”

“I have my own apartment downtown. I’ll meet you at nine o’clock tonight once I’m done with my internship.”

“Done.”

Brad really didn’t know what he would do until then, but at least he knew that tonight, he would be nailing the hottest girl in Equestria, and tomorrow, he would be on his way to Las Pegasus City. Maybe in just a few more days, he could even be on his way to the Pokémon League. He shivered excitedly at the thought, but that was nothing compared to the feeling of one more night with the beauty of CHS.

Redemption Badge

When Rarity mentioned the Sierra Neighvada mountains, Brad assumed that she would automatically know by now that he wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of long, arduous hikes. Instead, rather than a brisk walk through a scenic trails through a small hill, he was walking up what he could only perceive to be ninety degree angles through giant, icy canyons. He had always heard how warm and serene Las Pegasus City was, which made him wonder how in the hell there could be freezing temperatures next to the freaking ozone layer so close to his destination. While Brad walked up the mountains, heaving his way through the long, winding paths, Meloetta sat on his shoulder, cheering him on while she did nothing herself. Then again, she was only like fourteen pounds, and if he wanted the small amount of weight off his shoulders, she could always just levitate the rest of the way there.

“Are you sure you don’t know teleport?”

“Meloetta?”

“No, I had Gardevoir forget teleport so that it could learn moonblast. Then again, I don’t exactly know how teleportation works, so for all I know, I could end up inside out when I got there.”

Then, just as he was about to fall to the ground and start crawling the rest of the way there, he saw a brown goat covered in green leaves around its neck staring at him. It didn’t seem to be pissed off, but it was definitely perplexed, like it had never seen a human come up this high before.

“Skiiihihihddo.”

“Wait a second. Aren’t skiddos normally found where there’s lots of sunlight? What’s it doing in a cloudy place like the Sierra Neighvada mountains?”

Meloetta then hopped off of Brad’s shoulder, levitating quickly to the nearest peak in the canyon, and once she arrived, she quickly turned around, pointing to whatever was over the other side, shouting “La mel! La meloetta!”

“Hmm?” Getting the energy to stand up straight again, he pushed his way through the steepness of the mountain until he joined his psychic-type pokémon, his jaw dropping once he arrived at the top. Looking down, he saw that just past the clouds were luscious, grassy plains, clean, running creaks and beautiful, tall trees, surrounded by herds of gogoats and skiddos grazing on the copious amounts of green pastures. “Whoa… Is this place real?!”

“La mel! Mel la mel!”

Brad then laughed hysterically, finding a newfound energy as he ran down the side of the mountain, jumping over rocks and rolling along the grass, finally able to take some of the pressure off of his legs. “Man... I could stay here forever. How about you, Meloetta?” As Brad waited for her response, he tucked his arms behind his head, making a makeshift pillow as he looked up at the blue sky and enjoyed the fresh air, but as soon as he was finally beginning to enjoy himself, he noticed that Meloetta wasn’t answering him. “Hmm? Meloetta?”

Brad then pushed himself off of the ground, looking around the valley for his pokémon but finding nothing but more skiddos and gogoats.

“Meloetta? Are you still here? You didn’t just suddenly learn teleport, did you? C-can Meloettas even learn teleport?”

As Brad continued looking, though, his heart was beginning to beat twice as fast, making him quickly get back up to his feet as he started searching frantically for his pokémon. Even with his legs in total exhaustion from his hike up the mountain, he started running back up the hills, looking over rocks and trees in every direction while his anxiety continued to worsen. He tried keeping his ears open, listening as closely as he could for the sound of her voice, but he couldn’t hear anything over the sound of his heavy breathing and the braying of goat pokémon.

“MELOETTA! WHERE ARE YOU?!”

“Mel la metta!”

“Get in the fucking bag, Meloetta!”

“Meloetta?” As Brad ran in the direction from where he heard her voice, he saw in the distance three figures moving down the mountain with a bag in their hands, becoming less and less visible from the clouds between them. “Meloetta! Hang on! I’m coming for you!”

Then, taking off into a run that his legs could barely withstand, Brad began chasing down the figures in the distance, but with the sound of rocks falling after every step he made, it didn’t take long for the three figures in front of him to see him coming and begin running themselves. Brad was still gaining on them, but with the amount of distance they had in front of him, he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to catch up with them before they got away. He was now running like his life depended on it, huffing and puffing with little to no air making it inside his lungs, both from fatigue as well as from the lack of air at this high in elevation. At this point, though, they were beginning to gain some distance on him, and if he didn’t catch up now, Meloetta would be gone forever.

Just as he was about to lose hope completely, though, one of the figures below him tripped, pulling onto the bag and bringing the other two down with her. In that instant, Meloetta used her psychic powers to unzip the duffle bag she was in and levitated herself out, spotting Brad and making her way over quickly. With a smile on his face, Brad was able to run the rest of the way over with Meloetta meeting him halfway, the two of them embracing each other in a big hug, spinning in happiness.

“Oh, thank Celestia you’re OK!”

“Mel! Mel!”

Then, looking back to see who the perpetrators were, he started questioning why he hadn’t realized it earlier. Getting up from the ground, wiping the dirt off their skirts and pulling thorns out of their legs, the three girls of Team Siren groaned as they found their footing again, staring at each other in anger.

“Sonata!” Adagio shouted. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!”

“Well, maybe if Aria had moved a little faster, my feet wouldn’t have gotten all tied up!”

“You’re such a slut, Sonata.”

“Ohhhhhhh, you wanna go there? So just because I trip, I’m suddenly a whore, huh? Just because I fucked your boyfriend’s dad and then your boyfried, suddenly I’m easy?”

Brad could tell how pissed off they were at each other, and being optimistic about the situation, he quietly tiptoed in the other direction, holding Meloetta to his chest so that they wouldn’t notice she was gone. Unfortunately for Brad, however, Adagio didn’t seem to care about her sisters fusing over their sexual promiscuity.

“Hey! Don’t pretend you can just walk away from us! Sonata, Aria, can you just agree that you’re both sluts for a second so you can stop bickering and help us get our pokémon back?!”

“Fine.”

“She started it.”

With his relief suddenly changing into anger, Brad, turned around, stomped his leg down and shouted, “WHY DO YOU WANT MELOETTA SO BADLY?!”

Adagio snickered. “Have you not figured it out by now? With that pokémon in our possession, the entire Equestria region will be under our control, and when it is…” She then put her hands on her hips triumphantly, sending Brad a cocky smile. “...everyone will adore Team Siren.”

The other two struck a pose similar to Adagio’s, making Brad switch angry glances between the three of them, still unsure whether or not he even heard them correctly. “What?! What does that even mean?! You just want to use pokémon to get people to like you? Seriously, if there’s something I’m not getting, I’m begging you to clear it up for me.”

“Then allow us to clear it up for you.” Suddenly, all three Team Siren members struck another pose. “Prepare for nipples!”

“And make it triple!”

“To arouse the senses that plague your mind!”

“To ensnare your body and make it mine!”

“To brainwash the people of Equestria!”

“To steal your heart and make you fall in love!”

“Adagio!”

“Aria!”

“Sonata!”

“Team Siren will make you adore us!”

“Now give yourself up and grovel before us!”

“That’s our motto! Now time for the chorus!”

Brad scratched his head, still confused as to whether or not he was actually interpreting their actions clearly, but regardless as to what their motives were, it was obvious that they were looking for a fight. They weren’t going to stop stalking him until they had finally stolen Meloetta away from him, which meant that if he wanted them to leave him alone forever, he would have to beat them so badly that they never wanted to see him again. He already had a perfect three-zero record against these clown hookers, but this next win would have to drill into their skulls just how superior he was.

“You know,” Brad said, pulling two pokéballs from his belt, “Meloetta’s not going to listen to you, even if you do somehow steal her away from me.”

Suddenly, all three Team Siren members were falling out of their formation, tilting their heads in confusion. “She won’t?” Sonata asked.

“No, you’ve gotta have like… probably at least five gym badges by now.”

Adagio tapped her finger to her lower lip, scrunching her eyebrows together as she thought deeply. “So then… how many gym badges do you have?”

“Six, but then again, I’m Meloetta’s original trainer, so I don’t think I necessarily need any gym badges myself.”

“Ugh…” Aria groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Are we going to battle or not?! I have a surprise for this little shitwipe after what he did to us last time.”

Adagio chuckled. “You’re absolutely right, Aria. Go! Chatot!”

“Go! Noivern!”

“GO! EXPLOUD!”

Once the three Team Siren girls released their pokéballs onto the rocky terrain, they all cried out loudly, including an extra loud shout from Aria’s new pokémon, whose mouth alone covered most of its body. Then, without wasting a single moment, Brad threw three of his own pokéballs onto the dirt path, shouting, “Lopunny! Gardevoir! Steenee! All of you, GO!”

“Lop looop!”

“Gaaardevoiiir.”

“Steen!”

Then, turning to the pokémon levitating beside him, he said, “Meloetta, I want you to sit this one out. I don’t want you going anywhere near these girls, you hear me?”

“La metta,” she agreed with a nod, slipping behind Brad’s back and grabbing onto his jacket for protection.

“Now, Exploud!” Aria shouted, pointing here finger towards Brad’s pokémon. “Use boomburst!”

“Chatot! Protect!”

“Noivern! Protect!”

“Oh, shit!” Brad exclaimed, remembering how much that move did the last time he saw it. “Steenee, protect! Lopunny, bounce! Gardevoir, once the attack is over, hit that Noivern with a draining kiss!”

Then, the attack happened. Exploud took in a deep breath, both from its mouth as well as the ports on its body, sent booming soundwaves out of all its extremities, causing a borderline earthquake from the severe magnitude of the blast. Before it could hit the others, though, Chatot, Noivern and Steenee all managed to protect themselves just in time from the massive blast of sound, with Lopunny jumping into the air, barely missing the mirage of sound underneath her feet. Gardevoir was the only one who took the brunt of the attack, but luckily, with the amount of special defense she had, the attack was able to do little more than knock her to the ground, still in pain, but not nearly as much as the others would have received. Finally, once the attack had ended, Gardevoir rushed over to Sonata’s dragon-type, waiting for its shield to break so that she could plant a kiss on its cheek, sucking the power away from it to heal herself back up.

“Noivern!” Sonata shouted as Gardevoir backed herself away. “Are you OK?”

“Vern!” it shouted, shaking its head to wipe of Gardevoir’s fairy saliva.

“Our turn!” Brad then announced, clenching his fist. “Lopunny! Finish your attack off on Chatot! Steenee, use toxic on that exploud! Gardevoir, moonblast to finish Noivern off!”

Then, with anger in her voice, Adagio shouted, “Don’t let them get to you, Chatot! Use synchronoise!”

“What?!”

“You idiot!”

Brad couldn’t understand what her sisters were so upset about, but once the moves had been called out, the next turn officially started. Lopunny moved first, landing down on Chatot, sending the pokémon stumbling backwards, but otherwise not doing too much to damage it. Then, with its eyelids furrowing angrily at Brad’s team, it released its own attack, sending out a psychic soundwave that swept through the dirt path, hitting even her own teammates. Lopunny, Gardevoir, Noivern and Exploud all shrieked in pain from the booming attack, stumbling backwards in surprise, but for some reason, Steenee just watched it all happening, completely unaffected by the noise at all. Had the attack missed her? Was she immune to the move?

As Brad tried figuring out what was going on, however, Aria immediately grabbed Adagio by the collar of her shirt, shouting, “What the fuck was that for?! Did you not realize that synchronoise affects all pokémon who share its typing, or did you not realize that Exploud and Noivern both share typings with your stupid parrot?!”

“Get off of me!” Adagio shouted, pushing her sister away. “If your pokémon is really that weak, then it doesn’t deserve to battle in the first place!”

“Uh-oh!” Sonata shouted, breaking the other two girls from their fight as soon as Gardevoir started making its way towards her weakened pokémon. “Crap! What do I do? Uhh. Uhh! Use protect again!”

Noivern looked back with a drop of sweat sliding down its forehead, giving Sonata a concerned expression before turning back towards Brad’s gardevoir. Then, once Gardevoir got close enough, it tried its hardest to create another forcefield to block the attack, but while flapping its wings as hard as it could, putting as much energy into the protection as it could muster, eventually the shield failed, giving Gardevoir the perfect opportunity to strike. Finally, with a large, pink ball appearing in front of its mouth in the shape of the moon, she sent the attack down, hitting Noivern directly and blowing it halfway down the peak of the mountain.

“NOIVERN!”

Finally, it was Steenee’s turn to attack, sending a shot of purple poison towards Exploud, which thrashed in its place as the liquid began to seep into the ports on its skin. Aria, though, hadn’t had the chance to use an attack of her own yet, which she must have realized by now as a smile crept up on her face.

“Exploud, use synchronoise!”

“YOU BITCH!”

Then, sucking in air through its mouth and body again, it erupted into another blast of soundwaves, this time sending out a psychic attack that hit Adagio’s pokémon as well as Brad’s. Fortunately, though, they must have forgotten that Steenee even existed, once again using an attack that missed her completely, although that probably wouldn’t last long, considering that once it had finished its attack, it winced in pain from the poison within its body.

While Adagio and Aria continued fighting with each other, however, Brad immediately turned towards his own pokémon, taking advantage of the fact that they were no longer cooperating. “Good job, everyone! Now, Lopunny, use high jump kick on Exploud! Gardevoir, use psychic on Chatot! Steenee, keep yourself safe with protect for right now!”

Adagio then broke away from her fight with Aria, growling in frustration. “Protect, Chatot!”

“Hyper voice, Exploud!”

Then, in the next moment, both of Brad’s attacking pokémon made their way towards Team Siren’s, with Lopunny jumping into the air and Gardevoir glowing a blue aura. Lopunny was the first to attack, hitting down on Aria’s exploud with a torturous kick, sending it backwards several feet, but not enough to take it out of the battle completely. Gardevoir was next, sending out her psychic attack in a wave of blue, but before it managed to land against the opponent’s chatot, the bird pokémon created a forcefield to protect itself from the attack. Finally, it was Exploud’s turn. Upon picking itself up off of the ground, it dug its feet into the ground and erupted another loud blast towards all of Brad’s pokémon, missing chatot but hitting Lopunny, Gardevoir, and the shield that Steenee was able to put up just in the nick of time.

After the attacks had all landed, Brad quickly shouted, “Everyone! Are you OK?” Unfortunately for Brad, however, once he asked the question, both Gardevoir and Lopunny fell to the ground motionless, unable to continue the battle any further, leaving only Brad’s most inexperienced pokémon to battle. Aria grinned at her victory, but only a few moments after Lopunny and Gardevoir had fainted, Exploud joined them on the ground, finally being overtaken by the poison left within its body.

“Exploud! No!”

Then, it was just Chatot and Steenee, with Adagio’s pokémon now at a type-advantage over his. With a smile, Adagio then pointed towards Steenee and shouted, “Now, Chatot! Finish it with chatter!”

Finally, flapping its wings as it lifted itself into the air, Chatot opened its beak to project a loud bird sound, causing Steenee to fall to the floor in a massive amount of pain. It looked like even just one more of those would be too much for her to handle again, but thanks to her earlier fight with Aria, it looked like Chatot had already taken a decent amount of damage itself.

“Steenee!” Brad called out. “I don’t know what move would be best on that chatot, especially since it can probably take grass-type moves without any problems, so I’m going to leave this next attack up to you, OK? I trust you.”

“Steen?”

As she looked back up at Brad, he gave her a warm, comfortable smile, holding his thumb up to give her as much confidence as he could. Then, with her cheeks blushing a bright red, she turned back towards Chatot with a determined look in her eyes and charged forward. Brad had no idea what she was about to do, but in that situation, he was completely lost. It was all up to Steenee to find a way to win the match now. Chatot stared down Steenee as she approached closer, ready to take any attack she could throw at it, but after Brad’s pokémon jumped into the air, Chatot’s eyes went wide, suddenly no longer so confident in its defenses.

“SteeeeeeeNEEEEEEEE!!!”

Then, with a harrowing stomp, Steenee slammed her foot into Chatot’s neck, sending it into the earth beneath with its eyes now spinning violently, and just like that, Brad had managed to beat Team Siren yet again. Each girl looked back at Brad’s newest addition to the team, dumbfounded that they had actually lost to a pokémon like that. None of them spoke for several moments, too surprised that things actually played out like they had.

“It’s over,” Brad said definitively. “Now leave us alone.”

Adagio growled, taking a step forward with a fierce expression. “You haven’t seen the last of us! We’re going to take that Meloetta of yours, and when we do, the world will adore us!”

“Dude, if you want people to like you, just be nice! Like, have sex with them if you’re that desperate! Just stop trying to pick a fight that you’re never going to win!”

“Oh, you seem to question our resolve,” Adagio continued, putting her hands on her hips. “We will travel to the ends of the earth to take that pokémon away from you! We will not stop until the world is ours!”

“Not if I have anything to say about it!” Brad shouted, looking back at Meloetta, who appeared once again from behind his shoulder. “Meloetta! Use psychic and send these hookers somewhere far away where they’ll never bother us again!”

“La mel!” she cheered, glowing a blue aura and projecting it onto Team Siren and their pokémon. Then, almost instantaneously, the three girls, Noivern, Exploud and Chatot were all being carried into the air, surrounded by the same blue aura that encapsulated Meloetta. “Laaaaa MEEEEEEEL!” Finally, with a large windup, Brad’s psychic-type launched them into the air, sending them all flying past the mountains as they screamed in panic.

“””YOU WILL ADORE TEAM SIREEEEEEN!”””

Then, the three girls disappeared forever as a twinkle in the sky.

“Good job out there, everyone!” Brad said, finally turning towards his team with a smile. “Especially you, Steenee.” Steenee, however, did not move nor respond, instead staring blankly at seemingly the nothingness in front of her. “Hmm? Steenee?”

Just as he was about to approach closer, however, Steenee began to glow a bright, white light, shimmering brilliantly to where the clouds themselves opened up around her. Her height began to grow with her pigtails stretching further down her back, which elongated along with her slender legs. Then, once the light had finally dissipated from her body, she put her hand behind her head, giving Brad a seductive wink as her spare hand travelled down her narrow waist and curvy waist.

“Whoa… Steenee?”

“Tsareena,” she replied with a flirty stretch, causing Brad to blush a deep red along his cheeks.

“La MEL!”

Suddenly, Meloetta landed a close-combat attack right against Brad’s neck, which would have hurt a lot more had she been transformed into her pirouette forme. “Ouch!” he shouted, pulling his face out of the dirt. “Meloetta, what the cock was that all about?”

“Mel,” she responded, folding her arms and looking away just as Tsareena gave her a smug look. Was Meloetta jealous of her?

As Brad got himself back up to his feet, he began to chuckle, calling Tsareena back into her pokéball. Just because he got a new, sexy pokémon didn’t mean that he was just going to abandon Meloetta to have sex with her instead… at least not while Meloetta was watching…

“NURSE REDHEART! HEAL ME UP! HIT ME WITH THOSE D-CUPS!”

“Goodbye, Brad.”

With Brad left leaning his upper body onto the pokémon center’s reception desk, the most beautiful Nurse Redheart of all swiftly made her way into the medical room in the back, leaving Brad rejected yet again. He thought he would be used to handling turndowns by now, but with every single Nurse Redheart he met becoming more beautiful after every city, seeing them walk away became a little bit harder each time.

“Fine!” Brad exclaimed, turning towards the door. “I don’t need you! I’ll just have sex with my Tsareena! I bet she gives way better head than you!”

“La metta!” his pokémon replied with a smack across the head.

“Ow! I was just kidding! I’m sure you give the best head of all. Actually, wait… does Tsareena even have a mouth?”

Then, as Brad began to contemplate the philosophy of oral sex and pokémon, he noticed that on the west wing of the pokémon center was a hallway that connected with what he could only perceive as a shopping center. This wasn’t like the marts that he found connected to pokémon centers in some of the newer parts of the Equestria region; it was like an entire mall, only it was the biggest mall he had ever seen, with several stories of different shops and stores as far as the eye could see. He had always been told about how spectacular Las Pegasus City was in terms of commerce, but seeing it all up close was a breathtaking experience that he hadn’t expected. In fact, it was almost like the entire city of Las Pegasus was inside this one building, which meant that logically speaking, there was a decent enough chance that he would find the gym here too.

“Let’s see…” Brad said, walking up to a map of the mall and staring at the star that depicted his location. “Gym… Gym… Gym… Aha! No, wait, that’s a Planet Fitness. Come on, map! Guide me to where I need to go!”

Just as he was beginning to get frustrated, though, he saw a girl standing behind him, trying not to make eye contact as she anxiously waited her turn to use the mall map. She had purple and blue hair with a pink beanie that seemed to clash with her cyan shirt and dark gray vest while somehow fitting perfectly with her indecisive mannerisms. She was definitely attractive to say the least, but the way she rocked back and forth on her toes anxiously while trying to hold a smile was beginning to make Brad more uncomfortable than if she just spoke up.

“Uhh… Did you need to use this at all?”

“Me?” she asked, pointing to herself as if anyone else were there. “Oh, take your time. I don’t want to rush you, although I am kiiiinda in a hurry.”

Brad then stepped away from the map, allowing the girl in front of him to hesitantly step forward, eyeing every corner of the building as if she were trying to find the woman who slept with her boyfriend. “Were you looking for something in particular?”

“Yeah,” she said, still searching with her face practically pressed against the map. “Today’s my first day at my new job, and Las Pegasus is a little harder to navigate than I thought.”

“Tell me about it,” Brad said, leaning up against the kiosk. “I’m trying to find the gym here, but all I’ve been able to find are clothes stores, food joints and a place for fat people to pretend they’ll ever be skinny again.”

Just as Brad finished speaking, however, the girl by the map stood up straight again, giving him a weird look that made him seriously worry whether or not his Planet Fitness joke had hit a nerve somewhere. “Wait a second… You’re looking for the gym too?”

The pieces were now beginning to come together in Brad’s head, making his eyes grow wide. “Wait. You’re the Las Pegasus City gym leader?!”

“Well, one of them,” she said, twiddling her hair between her fingers. “There’s three of us, but you’ll meet them as soon as I figure out how to freaking get there.” She then immediately turned back around and started staring at the map again, grunting and gritting her teeth as the frustration began to grow. “Come on! How hard is it to find a gym in a shopping mall?!”

“Are you guys looking for the Las Pegasus city gym?” a random passerby asked, making both Brad and this new girl turn around and nod their heads. “Oh, they’re on the fourth floor. That map only shows the first floor. I’m glad I found you. You two would have been staring at that map all day.”

Suddenly, the two pokémon trainers looked at each other with awkward, embarrassed faces before the two of them made their way to the escalator, trying to ignore that any of that ever happened.

“Well, here we are!”

The doors to the gym were incredibly inconspicuous, to the point where a vast majority of the shoppers here would probably pass right by it without even realizing that it even existed. The only signs that showed that it was a gym in the first place were the symbol above the doorway with the Pokémon League crest and the placard on the side that read “Las Pegasus City Gym. Gym Leader: Sunset Shimmer.”

“NOOOOOOPE! NOPE NOPE NOPE!”

Of course his ex-girlfriend would be one of the gym leaders at this place! Sure, he had nailed almost every single girl at Canterlot High School, but he had only developed a close relationship with one of those girls, who just happened to turn out to be a total bitch who tried to ruin his life. She had specifically used his connections to make herself even more popular at school until eventually, she became the queen B (for bitch) that nobody ever messed with. Breaking up with her was probably the hardest thing he could have done, but throughout the relationship, he felt like she didn’t even care that he existed, which she probably didn’t. That just meant, though, that he wanted to see her even less now.

“Hey!” the other gym leader called out once Brad had made it three doors down. “Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna go find another gym. I’ve already got six badges right now, anyway. There has to be more than eight gyms that I could go to, right?”

“But there are only eight gyms in the Equestria region! The next closest pokémon gym is in Yakyakistan!”

Suddenly, Brad froze, turning around slowly to give the gym leader a disturbed grimace. “You’re joking, right?”

“Sorry, but if you want to go to the Pokémon League without leaving the country to do it, you’re going to have to battle one of us eventually. Besides, what made you want to turn away at the last minute anyway?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, haunching his shoulders with his hands in his pockets. “Let’s just go in.”

As soon as the two of them made their way inside the gym, he immediately noticed that the interior was a stark contrast to how the gym looked from the outside. The facility was probably one of the more spacious gyms he’d been to so far, easily outdoing Twilight and Pinkie Pie’s gyms, with an entire seating area for spectators who wanted to come watch a gym battle. It was almost like the arena doubled as an arena for a circus, which added even more flare to the otherwise magically showy feel of Las Pegasus as a whole.

“Hey, you made it,” one of the gym leaders said with a soothing smile as she approached the two of them. Of course, though, it was the one Brad wanted to see the least, leaving him still with his hands in his pockets and his head facing the wall. “Flash Sentry? Is that you?”

“Oh, hey Sunset. Didn’t see you there. Stupidbitchessaywhat?”

“What?”

Then, before Brad could turn the discussion into their teenage drama all over again, the door quickly opened up once again, with smoke bombs suddenly filling up the arena, followed by fireworks shooting off in all directions. It was an entrance made exactly for a place like Las Pegasus, which left only one person who could have been the culprit behind this.

“Come one! Come all! See the majestic feats of the world’s strongest pokémon trainer! You will be dazzled and thrilled, on the edge of your seats! If you haven’t purchased your tickets yet, get them before they’re sold out to see the greatest spectacle ever seen by human eyes! It’s the gym leader of Las Pegasus City, the Great and Powerful TRRRRRRIXIIIIIEEEEEEE!”

Finally, the entire gym was filled with pyrotechnics, loud music, an entrancing light show and thunderous applause, most likely funneled in through the sound system seeing as how nobody was there but them. Once Trixie appeared out of the smoke, however, the only one clapping was the newbie gym leader, while Brad continued to sulk and Sunset Shimmer yawned with boredom. Then, upon seeing her lackluster response, she flipped a switch, turned off all the special effects and hung up her hat and cape, joining the other gym leaders beside him.

“Alright,” Trixie began. “Don’t everyone buy tickets at once. There’s plenty more where that--Brad?” As soon as she arrived where the other gym leaders were standing, her eyes went wide, giving Brad another headache from yet another girl he wasn’t particularly excited about seeing. “What are you doing in Trixie’s gym?”

“Oh,” the third girl said, exchanging looks between Brad, Sunset and Trixie. “It seems like you all know each other. I guess I’m the odd one out again. Eheheh.” Then, after clearing her throat, she held out her hand and said, “My name is Starlight Glimmer. It’s a pleasure to officially meet you.”

Even though Brad wasn’t exactly thrilled to be seeing two out of the three gym leaders, he didn’t want to be particularly rude to them, especially the hot new girl. With a deep sigh, he put all his past emotions behind him, grabbed hold of Starlight’s hand and said, “I’m Brad Sentry, but most people call me Flash.”

“Probably because he finishes so quick,” Trixie said quietly, as if she were pretending Brad wouldn’t be able to catch what she said.

Before Brad could start laying into the narcissistic attention whore, however, Sunset quickly intervened by asking, “So… What are you doing here? I doubt that it’s to see me after… you know…”

“I’m here for the redemption badge,” Brad said, looking Sunset directly in the eyes.

Rather than laugh or question him like the others had all done so far, though, Sunset stared back inquisitively before eventually shaking her head and saying, “OK. You’re gonna have to earn it, though.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” he replied with a chuckle. “Wait… I don’t have to beat all three of you, do I?”

“Actually, why don’t you two handle this for me?" Sunset said, backing away from the other gym leaders. "I think I’ll be the referee for right now.”

“What?!” Starlight exclaimed once Sunset began making her way towards the referee’s box. “But this is my first day as gym leader! Are you sure you want me to handle an in-person gym battle right off the bat?”

“Lighten up, newbie,” Trixie said, wrapping her arm around Starlight’s shoulder. “Luckily for you, you just happen to have someone on your team who has never lost a single gym battle. Yup, you’re in pretty good hands with this--”

Before Trixie could finish, Sunset began laughing hysterically, making the white-haired girl glare daggers in her direction. “I’m sorry, Trixie,” Sunset said. “You’re right. You have never lost a single battle as the Las Pegasus gym leader. Oh, and how many gym battles have you won, if you don’t mind my asking?"

Trixie growled in Sunset’s direction, making it obvious that she must have never been in a gym battle before either. Suddenly, the idea of challenging the Las Pegasus gym didn’t seem like such a bad idea after all. Sure, he would have to deal with Trixie’s trash talk the entire time, but he was battling two trainers who had never even been in a real gym battle before, whereas Brad had already won six badges!

“Alright,” Brad said, loosening up his arms. “So how are we doing this? Do I have to take you down individually or--”

“Incorrect!” Trixie said, pointing towards Brad. “We’ll have a double battle with four pokémon a side! Think you can handle that?”

“Alright. That works for me.”

Then, with a cocky smile on his face, Brad made his way over to his side of the arena as the other two walked in the opposite direction, Starlight Glimmer seemingly shaking the whole way. Once they had taken their place on the field, they turned their attention towards Sunset Shimmer, who then lifted her hand into the air and announced, “Are all trainers ready?” Finally, with a nod, they all looked back at their referee to begin the match. “Challenger Brad vs. Gym Leaders Trixie and Starlight Glimmer. Begin!”

Without wasting a second, Brad pulled out one pokéball and shouted, “Gardevoir! I choose you! You too, Meloetta!”

“La mel!”

“Gaaardevooiiiir.”

“Nice choices, Brad,” Starlight said, pulling out a pokéball of her own. “I guess that’ll make this a full-on psychic-type battle! Go, Alakazam!”

“Go, Gothitelle!”

As the two gym leaders threw out their pokéballs into the battlefield, two human-shaped pokémon appeared as soon as the light faded, one in the shape of a yellow man with a spoon in each hand and the other a shape of a woman covered in black, lined with several white bows. Now, with everyone’s typing the same, Brad was going to have to either find a way to sneak in a couple of hard hits or get ready for an extremely long battle. Luckily for him, he at least had a fairy-type on his team, which would do at least a little bit more than a psychic attack, but if either Alakazam or Gothitelle knew a ghost-type move, he was as good as done for.

“Alright, you two!” Brad shouted to his pokémon. “Hit ‘em both with psychic!”

“Alakazam, use psychic!”

“Gothitelle, you too!”

Suddenly, the entire arena was filled in a giant wave of psychokinetic power, blurring the vision of everything around it, changing multiple colors until eventually, the sphere of energy imploded, creating a giant explosion that sent shockwaves throughout the gym. Brad tried crouching low to the ground, centering his gravity as much as he could, but within seconds, the blast had him flying backwards, knocking his back into the stands while dust covered the arena. If he received that much of an impact, he could only imagine what the pokémon behind the attack had actually gone through, let alone the gym leaders. Once the dust finally cleared, though, all four pokémon remained standing as if the attacks had done nothing, although none of the gym leaders splayed out on the floor could say the same.

“Trixie is OK! Ow…”

“I… have a feeling that we should probably try a different strategy,” Starlight said, helping Trixie untangle herself from the auditorium bleachers.

“Please do,” replied Sunset, recovering from her own fall, even though she had no part in that attack.

Brad may have been seeing things, but it appeared as though even considering that none of the damage taken was very severe, it seemed like the damage taken by both Gothitelle and Alakazam was slightly more than what his own pokémon had taken. If he just kept this strategy up, he would win, supposing the others didn’t try something crazy out of--

“Alakazam! Recover!”

Ffffffffffuuuuuuuuu……

“Gothitelle! Use psyshock on his gardevoir!”

They were already planning their next attack?! “Shit! Uh… uh… Meloetta! Use sing on Alakazam! Gardevoir, hit that gothitelle with moonblast!”

Alakazam then began to shine a rainbow of light with any damage taken to it disappearing in an instant while Gothitelle released several orbs of psychic energy, flinging them towards Gardevoir. Meanwhile, Meloetta made her way over to Alakazam, opened her mouth and began to sing, causing its eyes to grow heavier and heavier until it eventually dropped both of its spoons, falling backwards and beginning to snore. Then, before Gothitelle could get its attack off, Gardevoir released an attack of its own, sending a pink ball of energy over and hitting it direct center, taking the brunt of its psyshock attack once her turn had ended. Brad had a plan now, but it needed to be carried out next to perfectly in order to work.

“Gardevoir, I think one more moonblast will do the trick against Gothitelle! Meloetta, use relic song against Alakazam!”

“Why are you targeting Trixie’s pokémon first, you ingrate?!” the wizard chick asked angrily. “Gothitelle, use psychic on Meloetta once it turns into a fighting-type!”

Starlight Glimmer, though, looked to be the trainer most scared of all. “Ooohhh, boy. Alakazam! Wake up! Hurry!”

Once the attacks had been issued, however, the battle began. Meloetta started off by opening her mouth to sing yet another song, only this one managed to damage Alakazam while it was asleep as Meloetta’s body began to change into its pirouette forme. Then, as Gothitelle was getting ready to launch one of its own attacks towards Meloetta in her new form, Gardevoir once again charged up her pink aura, making the ball as big as she could before launching it towards Gothitelle. The black pokémon’s eyes went wide just as soon as the attack landed, sending it backwards along the floor until finally, it collapsed completely, no longer moving a muscle.

“Gothitelle!” Trixie exclaimed. “Who said you were allowed to sleep?!”

“Gothitelle is unable to battle!” Sunset announced, lifting her arm. “Trixie is now down to one pokémon!”

“Sunset Shimmer!! Whose side are you on?!”

Sunset replied with a smug shrug, turning her attention back towards Meloetta and Alakazam where the real action was. “OK, Meloetta!" Brad shouted. "This is it! Hit it with close-combat!”

“Wake up, Alakazam! Use psychic!”

Then, to everyone’s astonishment, Alakazam woke up, but just before it was able to release its psychic attack, Meloetta sent a violent chop to Alakazam’s body, dropping it to the ground. Sunset then waited for a few more seconds than she did with Trixie, just to make sure that she wasn’t making any mistakes, and once enough time had passed, Sunset raised her arm towards Starlight Glimmer and announced, “Alakazam is no longer able to battle! Starlight Glimmer is also down to one pokémon!”

Brad pumped his fist with enthusiasm, even though he knew that Meloetta probably wouldn’t be able to survive another attack in her current form, not to mention the beating that Gardevoir had taken already. As he finished celebrating, however, both Starlight and Trixie smiled like they had something up their sleeve, tossing their pokéballs into the arena with a newfound confidence.

“Go, Starmie!” shouted Starlight Glimmer.

“Slowking! Go!” yelled Trixie.

Then, once the two pokéballs landed on the gym leaders’ side of the arena, the two pokémon that emerged were a purple double-star with a red gemstone at its core, along with a pink bipedal pokémon with a shellder-like crown atop its head. They both appeared to be water-types, which meant that even if the pokémon he was using at the moment fainted, he would still be able to use Tsareena to take care of them for him. Still, though, he didn’t want to take any chances before he knew what kind of damage they could do.

“Quick, Meloetta! Turn back with relic song against Slowking! Gardevoir, hit that Starmie with a draining kiss!”

Starlight smiled as if everything had gone according to plan. “Starmie, use trick room!”

“What?!”

Before Starmie had the chance to use its move, Meloetta quickly opened her mouth to sing, hitting Slowking with her attack, although the real purpose was to bring her back into her aria forme before they could use her typing against her. Once she was back to normal, however, Starmie’s back started spinning rapidly, changing the layout of the gym into a holographic cube without doing any damage to any of the pokémon inside it. He wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened, but he didn’t want to take the time to find out.

“Gardevoir! Now!”

“Ah, ah, ahhhh!” Trixie said, wagging her finger. “It’s not your turn, Bradley. Slowking! Iron tail on Gardevoir!”

Brad quickly turned his attention towards Gardevoir, but rather than moving at the speed he was used to seeing, she had slowed down severely while Slowking had somehow turned on its jets. Within an instant, Trixie’s slowking was right next to Gardevoir, its tail glowing a bright silver until with a giant twist, it slammed Gardevoir into the floor, knocking her out instantly. The blue-haired boy immediately turned over to his ex to see if there was something illegal that Trixie had done (which he actually expected of her), but rather than calling a foul, her hand was already facing Brad’s direction.

“Gardevoir is unable to battle! Brad is now down to three pokémon!”

This was no problem. He still had three pokémon he could fight with while the other two just had one pokémon a piece. Plus, to make things even better, he didn’t even need to think about who he was going to send out next. Pulling a pokéball off of his belt and throwing it onto the battlefield, Brad shouted, “Tsareena! I choose you!”

“Tsareena!” she cried upon entering the battle, turning around and blowing Brad a kiss, which made Meloetta yell in objection.

“OK, Tsareena! I think you’re gonna move before Meloetta, so why don’t you hit that slowking over there with a power whip! Meloetta, you come in behind with psychic!”

“Slowking! Fire blast that grass-type!”

“Buuuuuullshit! Hey, ref! Are you even watching this?!”

Sunset Shimmer, however, paid no mind to Brad’s objections as Slowking released a breath of fire towards Tsareena, hitting her directly with one of the most powerful fire-type moves that existed. Tsareena then retaliated by reeling her arm back, which glowed an even brighter red than before, swinging down for a power whip attack against Slowking… who just barely missed her attack. Slowking then raced its way back to its own side of the field while Tsareena gave it the dirtiest scowl she could, picking herself off the floor.

“You’re next, Starmie!” Starlight cried. “Finish that grass-type off with a signal beam!”

“How is that fucking legal?!”

Then, just as soon as Tsareena had taken a severe blow from the fire blast just moments ago, Starmie sent out a beam of bug-type waves, slamming against Tsareena with no problem. Tsareena tried to stay on her feet, doing her best to take the attack head on like nothing was the matter, but by the time the attack had finished, she had reached her limit, falling to the ground before she could even land one attack. The worst part was, though, that Tsareena was his backup plan in case anything went wrong, which meant that with her down, there was now a much bigger chance of him losing this entire battle.

“Tsareena is unable to battle! Brad is now down to two pokémon!”

Brad then summoned Tsareena back into her ball while pulling out the last pokéball he had left, tossing it into the arena. “Lopunny! Go!” Now the battlefield was set with the final pokémon of the match: Slowking, Starmie, Meloetta and Lopunny. Whoever fainted first left their teammate up against a two-on-one battle, which Brad needed to avoid at all costs. “Meloetta! Let’s get that psychic attack going!”

“La mel!” she shouted, sending a psychic blast toward Slowking, which didn’t seem to be fazed much more than what it had experienced from Meloetta’s relic song. That, however, was probably the exact key that he needed to win this. Slowking had already taken two attacks from his strongest pokémon, and even though they were relatively weak against a pokémon as bulky as Slowking, they were obviously starting to add up.

“Your turn, Slowking!” Trixie announced. “Use surf against Meloetta!”

Shoot! Trixie was using Brad’s own logic against him! Even though a surf attack from Slowking wouldn’t do much necessarily, it was starting to add up against Meloetta, who had been in the battle longer than anyone else. Immediately upon announcing the move, Slowking created a tidal wave seemingly out of the ground and rode it down, sending the water crashing down on Meloetta, causing her to cough but otherwise being OK. What he hadn’t anticipated, though, was that the attack also landed against both Lopunny and Starmie, still not doing too much damage against either, but still doing damage nonetheless.

“Hey, watch out, Trixie!” Starlight called out. “You’re gonna end up hurting Starmie.”

“Hmmph! Maybe Starmie should learn how to swim. Besides, it’s not like a special attack is going to do much against Starmie.”

Just then, however, Brad got an idea. “Lopunny! Use dizzy punch on Slowking!”

“What?! NOOOO!!!!”

Lopunny then made her way over to Slowking, spinning on the heels of her feet before finally, she sent a punch directly into Slowking’s gut, knocking it backwards and sending it to the floor. Everyone waited for Slowking to get up, but finally, after several moments had passed, it was pretty clear that there was no way Trixie’s pokémon was getting back up. It had been hit with a physical attack, which was Slowking’s real weakness.

“Slowking is unable to battle!” Sunset said, lifting her hand towards Trixie. “Trixie has officially been eliminated!”

The girl with white hair then growled, stomping on the floor in anger. “Trixie calls hacks! There’s no way this low-life trainer managed to defeat the Great and Powerful Trixie!”

“Hang on, Trixie,” Starlight said. “It’s my turn now, and I think I might know a way to win this. Starmie! Use signal beam on Meloetta!”

That was the final nail in the coffin. With a green gleam shining across the gem on Starmie’s body, a beam of light then soared towards Meloetta, sending her to the floor in the same manner that had happened to Slowking. Brad waited anxiously, even though he knew that there was no way she would be getting up after all the attacks she had undertaken already. This round was over, and Starmie was the winner.

“Meloetta is unable to battle! Brad is now down to one pokémon!”

Brad gritted his teeth, trying to come up with a strategy. The good news was that while trick room was still in effect, he would get to move first, but the room was going to fade away shortly after that, making it to where whatever move he decided to use, he needed to use it quick.

“Lopunny! Use dizzy punch!”

“Looooopunny!”

Then, just like before, Lopunny spun on her heels, twirling in circles before landing a straight punch to the gemstone in the center of Starmie’s body. The damage done wasn’t severe, but it still did its fair share of damage. What surprised everyone, though, was that shortly after getting punched, Starmie began to look around, even turning around completely as if it didn’t know which trainer it belonged to.

“Wait,” Brad said, “is it confused?! Lopunny! You confused it!”

“Hoo?” Starmie cried, looking around some more.

Starlight Glimmer, though, was now biting her bottom lip as her face bore that of panic. “S-stay in this, Starmie! Hit it with psychic!”

Starmie then looked back at Starlight with a question mark over its head until finally, it used a psychic attack… on itself, hurting itself in its confusion while trying to shake off the pain.

“That’s it! Now, Lopunny! Give it one more dizzy punch!”

“Lop looop!”

With a final twist, Lopunny spun itself in a circle, sending one last punch into Starlight’s Starmie and sending it into the wall behind them. Then, as it slid down the wall of the gym, the light in the center of Starmie began to flash from light to dark, signifying that it was on its last shreds of health. Everyone watched intently to see if Starmie’s light would eventually flash back to normal, allowing it to perform one last move, but finally, the light grew dim without returning. Starmie had fainted, and Brad had yet again pulled away with a miracle.

“Starmie is unable to battle! Challenger Brad is the winner!”

This battle had had so many turnabouts that Brad couldn’t even remain standing anymore. As soon as Sunset made the final announcement, Brad summoned Lopunny back into her pokéball and fell backwards, lying in the floor in exhaustion as he tried to slow down his heartbeat. He had the stupidest grin on his face, knowing that he was now one badge away from being able to make it to the Pokémon League, where he would finally be able to prove to his father that he had made it, and if he had made it to the Pokémon League, maybe he could make it in music too…

“Yo, Brad,” Starlight said, standing over him with Trixie by her side. “You alright?”

“Hey, Trixie,” Brad said, keeping his stupid smile. “Have I ever told you how much I love it when you wear dresses?”

Trixie then looked down at her dress, seeing exactly where Brad’s eyes were angled and backed away, holding onto her crotch to keep it away from the teenager’s view. “Who told you that you could stare at my great and powerful panties?!”

“Well, well, well.” Brad then sat himself up, seeing Sunset Shimmer clapping her hands as she approached before stopping in front of him with her hands on her hips. “I’ve gotta admit. I’m impressed. I mean, Trixie and Starlight are both knew, but you really handled yourself out there.”

“Oh, because now you care…” Brad said, folding his arms and looking away. “Let me guess, there’s something you get out of giving me the redemption badge isn’t there?”

Sunset Shimmer sighed sadly, looking down to the floor before falling to her knees and looking her ex in the eyes, “No, Brad. In fact, here…” As Brad turned his head to see what Sunset was holding out, he found that in her fingers was a badge in the shape of a red sun, blue moon and purple star, all linked together to form the redemption badge. Before he could even reach out to grab it, however, Sunset pulled out his hand, placed the badge in his palm and gently folded his fingers on top of it, patting his hand gently with a smile. “I promise, Brad. I’m not the same person who I was back then.”

“What exactly happened between you two?” Starlight asked, making Trixie roll her eyes.

“Heeeere we go.”

“Me and Brad dated for a little while in high school,” Sunset explained. “I have to admit, I wasn’t the greatest girlfriend--or person in general--but I want you to know that I’m better now. That’s what I love about Las Pegasus City. We all came from backgrounds where we were less than perfect, but we changed! And now we’re better than ever.”

Brad looked back down at the badge in his hand, seeing how it sparkled in the lights within the gym, and with a smile threatening to creep up on his face, he placed the badge inside his jacket, placing it alongside the other six he had collected. “OK, I have to admit, this badge is pretty cool… but that doesn’t mean I can just start trusting you so easily.”

“Come on, Brad,” Sunset said, helping Brad up to his feet. “What could I possibly do to get you to believe me?”

“Well… remember how when we were dating, you said you would never sleep with me?”

“Well, duh! I would look like the school prostitute if everyone found out I was--Ohhhhhh…”

Suddenly, Sunset’s eyes dropped to the floor, rubbing her arms nervously as Starlight switched glances between the other three trainers in the room, trying to piece together what was going on. “Uhh… Does anyone mind filling me in on what just happened?”

“Brad is trying to get Sunset Shimmer to have sex with him,” Trixie announced in a way specifically to make everyone uncomfortable.

Starlight flinched, looking back at Brad just to make sure she had heard correctly. “Wait, really? You mean like here? And he’s being that upfront about it?”

“Meh,” Trixie shrugged. “That’s just the way he is.”

“You can’t just… I mean do you really think that… There’s no way--”

“Sure, I’ll have sex with you.”

Starlight’s jaw dropped, still in disbelief at what she was hearing. “You’ve gotta be kidding me! Just because he’s mad at you you’re going to sleep with him right here in the middle of the gym?!”

“I don’t think you realize what a bitch I was back then,” Sunset replied with a laugh. “You’re welcome to join in if you want.”

Starlight was now beginning to cringe, holding her hands up while she backed away slowly. “I uh… I don’t think that…”

“Suit yourself,” Trixie said, making her way up the stairs to the auditorium seats. “You’re also welcome to join Trixie in having a front row seat to the show.”

“This is insane!” Starlight cried, holding onto her temples as she started laughing nervously. “This is actually insane! We are in a gym! And you two are gonna have sex… and Trixie is watching!”

“Actually,” Sunset began, walking behind Starlight and pushing her into Brad’s chest, “why don’t you go first?”

Starlight then looked up to see Brad grinning down at her, making her take a step back, holding her arms across her chest and looking down at the ground with a total lack of confidence. “I… I don’t know… This is all so sudden, and I’ve never done something like this before--”

“Take your top off!” Trixie called from the seats, somehow eating a tub of popcorn as she waited patiently for the show to begin.

The girl in the beanie gulped, looking back at Sunset, who gave her a nod, then looking back at Brad, who gave her his signature sexy grin whenever he wanted to seal the deal. Then, finally, Starlight tossed her beanie to the floor, slid her vest down her shoulders, crossed her arms and pulled her teal shirt over her head, revealing her C-cup breasts that were hiding underneath, barely shielded by her thin bra. Brad was so entranced by her perfect body that he completely forgot that he wasn’t just watching a porn video, staring uncomfortably as Starlight shimmied her way out of her leggings, tossing her boots to the floor. Once she saw how glued Brad was to her body, however, she crossed her arms, turning her shoulders to the side as her face blushed a bright red.

“I don’t want to be the only one doing this…” she said, looking down at the floor.

Sunset Shimmer giggled, placing her hand on Starlight’s shoulder. “Here, let me show you how it’s done.”

Then, seductively pulling off her denim jacket and casually dropping it to the floor, she reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled the fabric off, leaning forward to give Brad the best view of her cleavage before reaching back and unhooking her bra altogether. As Brad began staring yet again, however, Sunset quickly turned her back to him, pulling down the zipper to her skirt and squatting down, slowly pulling the fabric down her legs while allowing the perfect panty shot to freeze itself into his mind. Finally, stepping out of her skirt with a flick from her foot, Sunset ran her hands along her hips, gently grabbing the tips of her panties and sliding them down at an excruciatingly slow pace, making sure Brad enjoyed every moment as her bare butt was gradually revealed. Now, as she flung her panties to the other side of the gym like a slingshot, she was completely naked, bending over forward and pulling her buttcheeks apart to reveal her slit for the first time.

He had wanted to have sex with Sunset Shimmer forever, but now that it was actually happening, he almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing. She had the perfect vulva that seemed like it was made just for him and him alone, and the way she bent over gave him the prime view at her back door, which he hoped he could explore at a later date. As his attention became glued to Sunset’s body, however, Sunset shifted her attention over to Starlight.

“OK. Your turn.”

“I’m… not so sure I want to go through with this anymore.”

“Come on.” Sunset then wrapped her arms around Starlight’s chest, squeezing her breasts gently and making her sigh out in surprise. “You’re telling me you have tits like these and you want to keep them all to yourself?”

“Really, Sunset. I don’t think anyone wants to see these.”

“Yes we do,” Trixie called again from the stage, making Starlight give her an unwelcoming glare.

Then, breaking away from Sunset Shimmer, Starlight finally began reach behind her to undo the hooks in her bra. “OK,” she said. “This is my first day as gym leader, after all, and I do want to make a good first impression. After all, I did lose the match.”

“Less talking and more stripping!”

“QUIET!”

Trixie then froze, halfway into eating another handful of popcorn before shrugging Starlight’s outburst off and putting the kernels into her mouth. Finally, the hooks to Starlight’s bra came off, which she then slid down her arms to reveal a pair of perky boobs, staring at Brad with their beautiful purple color. Then, turning around just like Sunset had, she grabbed hold of her underwear and pulled them down her thighs, much quicker and more awkwardly than the other gym leader. Once she was completely naked, though, she couldn’t help but put one arm around her nipples while her spare hand covered her womanhood, bending over in embarrassment as her cheeks grew even redder.

“Good job, Starlight,” Sunset said, slapping her on the back. “I really like your curves, by the way.”

“...Can I go home now?”

“Not yet. Brad here still needs to show us what we wanna see.”

Brad had never felt self-conscious about his body before, but the minute the two girls looked back at Brad with their painfully beautiful bodies bare for all to see, he suddenly wondered whether or not he would be able to match up. This was the first time two girls he had never seen naked before threw themselves so easily at him, which, to be fair, made his dick the size of the Sierra Neighvada mountains, but still made him hope it was good enough for these two hotties. Fortunately for him, though, he didn’t need to be the one to do the work, seeing as how Sunset went down to his belt for him, pulling the material through the loops until she could detach the button, pulling the denim down his legs. Then, once he felt his jeans touch his ankles, Sunset grabbed hold of his boxers and gradually pulled them down his thighs until his cock bounced out of his underwear, greeting Sunset in the air and making her mouth practically water.

Before he could even suggest what they did first, however, Sunset immediately put his member into her mouth, sucking it back and forth while Starlight backed away in embarrassment. “I don’t have to do that… right?”

Then, raising an eyebrow, Sunset Shimmer popped Brad’s cock out of her mouth, wiping off some of the saliva that connected his dillhole to her mouth. “Actually, yeah, you do.”

As Starlight began to cringe in fear, Sunset made her way around the timid gym leader and gently pushed her to her knees, now directly facing Brad’s external extremity. Without even thinking, she slowly backed her head away until Brad grabbed hold of his shaft and pulled it down to her mouth, where she then timidly opened her lips and allowed his penis into her mouth. Starlight then looked up into Brad’s eyes as she moved her mouth along the length of Brad’s shaft, giving her the cute, innocent vibe that he loved as she performed fellatio on him. She was slow at first, but after getting used to the taste of his skin against her tongue, she was able to close her eyes and stick more cock into her mouth, going faster now with every bob she made.

“Hey, no fair!” Sunset said, making Starlight open her eyes again to see the veteran gym leader rubbing herself below. “If you’re gonna blow him, at least let me have the other side.”

With her eyebrow raised, Starlight pulled Brad’s phallus out of her mouth and asked, “By other side, do you mean his--”

“Here, let me show you.” Then, approaching Brad again she said, “Go on. Lay down.”

Brad was used to following Sunset Shimmer’s commands, although they normally ended badly, making him hope she wasn’t secretly going to do something gross just to have Trixie take pictures and laugh. As he gradually descended to a laying position, however, Sunset Shimmer placed her legs on each side of Brad’s face and squatted down, placing her vulva right above Brad’s mouth. Sunset then motioned her head towards the blue-haired boy’s manhood, which was now being unused, ready for attention. Finally, once Starlight got onto her stomach, she grabbed Brad’s dick again, rubbing the skin up and down before placing it in her mouth again, moving her fingers in tandem with her mouth. This just left Sunset as the only one left without receiving any attention, and with his mouth opening up, Brad allowed his tongue to gradually lick down Sunset’s slit, starting with her nub and gradually trailing down her orifice.

“Oh, fuck that’s good!” Sunset moaned in a little more than a whisper. Then, bringing her eyes upwards to see what was going on over on Sunset’s end, Starlight gradually began focusing on the head of Brad’s penis while curiously staring at her coworker in the throes of pleasure. “Starlight, you have got to try this.”

Starlight then popped Brad’s dick out of her mouth, rubbing him up and down quickly to soothe his aching nerve endings while her mouth was busy elsewhere. “I don’t know about that. I’m kinda busy down here, although I’m still not exactly sure what I’m doing.”

“You wanna switch?”

Brad couldn’t see what was going on due to his mouth attending to its job against Sunset’s clitoris, but the moment he felt Starlight let go of his penis, Sunset also pulled herself up from her squat as the two girls swapped places. Starlight was still obviously a little hesitant as she stepped above Brad’s face, staring down into his eyes while his eyes traveled up to the crease between her legs. Sunset, however, had no such hesitation, lowering herself to just above Brad’s genitals, grabbing hold of his cock and angling it upwards, and with her eyes locked with Starlight’s, she fell down on top of him, allowing his dick to navigate through her folds.

Sunset was now bouncing on Brad’s lap, flipping her hair back as she held onto his legs, pushing more and more of his manhood through her vaginal canal. As Starlight looked on, it seemed like she was becoming more and more hesitant, like she was afraid that somehow she was going to perform badly, despite the fact that all she needed to do was bend her knees and let Brad take care of the rest.

“Sit on his face, already!” Trixie called out.

Then, looking over at Trixie in the stands, everyone could see that she had also begun a session of her own, with her panties now around her knees as she rubbed her fingers around her opening. Starlight was obviously scared, but she was also a determined kind of person, and finally, with her eyes closed, she lowered her hips and allowed Brad’s tongue to quickly swipe at her vulva, making her yelp in surprise. Sunset, however, was beginning to laugh, taking Brad’s cock in deeper through her vagina until she could feel his tip pressing against her edge.

“It’s a little surprising at first, but you get used to it,” Sunset said, moaning in pleasure as Brad hit one of her sensitive areas.

“And how are things going on your end?” Starlight asked, breathing softly as she yet again allowed her legs down lower for Brad to explore her further.

“He’s actually still getting bigger, so I’m having a blast over here.”

Starlight tilted her head. “Still? Ah!” Then, without warning, Brad flicked his tongue against Starlight’s nub, causing her to fall forwards straight into Sunset’s chest. Her face grew red again, pulling herself out of Sunset’s cleavage just to find that her hands had grabbed hold of Sunset’s boobs in the process. “Sorry! It’s just… Brad made me feel really good for a second.”

Sunset chuckled. “That’ll happen to you, and you don’t need to feel embarrassed. We’re both girls, right?”

“Yeah, but…”

Starlight looked away uncomfortably, despite the feeling in her groin causing her to practically grind her lower lips against Brad’s, pressing her pubic hair along his lower lip. Sunset, though, rolled her eyes, leaned forward and said, “Here. Let me show you that it’s not a big deal.”

Suddenly, Starlight was moaning in pleasure, feeling both the sensation of Brad’s tongue going into her vagina as well as the feeling of Sunset grabbing hold of Starlight’s tits and sucking tenderly at her nipple. Brad could even feel how much Sunset was turning Starlight on based on how much tighter her inner walls gripped his member, making it that much more pleasurable as he struggled to push himself in deeper. Meanwhile, Starlight seemed to be enjoying it just as much, sending fluids streaming down her crotch, which Brad happily drank up, tasting the nectar of what could have very well been Starlight’s first time. As Starlight moaned louder and louder, however, Brad’s shaft grew to its maximum length, making every thrust count towards sending Brad into his final moments.

He had been waiting for years to have sex with Sunset Shimmer, and he wasn’t about to let it be cut short all because some other girl decided that she wanted to make Brad twice as horny. In fact, if she wanted to make Brad finish quicker, he would make her finish quicker, stretching her labia further apart so that he could search for her G-spot with his tongue, making Starlight’s breaths grow louder and shorter in the meantime. Suddenly, though, Sunset pulled herself off of Starlight’s boob and made her way up to Starlight’s mouth, giving off the faint sounds of the two of them moaning into each other’s mouths while their lips came together. Brad knew at this point, he wasn’t going to last much longer and quickly pulled his tongue off of Starlight’s pelvis, instead replacing it with his finger as he searched for her orgasm receptor.

“Ahhh!” she moaned, pulling her mouth off of Sunset’s for a brief moment. “Keep going, Brad. Ohh, it feels so good. Mmmm!”

He was now humping Sunset as powerfully as he could, not even allowing her to thrust with him due to the severity of how hard he was tossing her into the air. As he was busy going as hard as he could on the two girls, though, they were busy going hard on each other, which he could see more clearly with his face off of Starlight’s pussy. Their mouths and tongues were going insane, attacking each other with all their power as their hands fondled each other’s breasts, squeezing harder and making them moan louder. The newer gym leader, though, was especially into it, her voice growing higher in pitch to the point where it sounded like her vocal cords could snap at any moment. This was the exact moment Brad had been waiting for, and putting all his attention on his finger, he pressed against a throbbing layer in between Starlight’s legs, pushing harder and harder until the moment he had been anticipating.

“Ahhhh!! Brad! What’s going on? Mmmmm what’s happening to me? Ah! AH! AAAAAHHH!!!!”

Suddenly, fluids shot out of her opening, squirting all over Brad’s mouth and body as her orgasm took hold of her mind, leaving her whole body convulsing from the overwhelming sensation in her pleasure center. This, however, gave Brad the stimulation he needed to finish himself off as well, sticking he cock as deep into Sunset’s vagina as he could and pumping cum into her womb, making Sunset moan along with Starlight. Her inner walls were contracting against his shaft, squeezing his skin and pulling more of his seed inside her, giving it a warm home as more warm fluids entered inside her. Then, grabbing hold of Sunset’s waist, he pressed her pelvis as close to Brad’s as he could get her, forcing the semen into her deepest cavity while he violently throbbed as much as he could and ending his orgasm along with Starlight, who’s pussy was now trickling down into a small stream from her squirting session.

Finally, it was all over, and everyone’s bodies were far sorer than they thought they would be. Brad had the easiest time recovering, seeing as how all he had to do was lower his hips, allowing semen to gradually slide out of Sunset’s pussy. Sunset and Starlight, though, both fell backwards onto their butts, breathing heavily from their session despite Brad doing all the hard work for them. While all three of them waited to catch their breaths, Sunset Shimmer began laughing, causing Starlight to crack up with her in some kind of hilarity that Brad didn’t understand.

“We should do that more often,” the flame-haired girl said, splaying her legs wider.

“I don’t know about more often,” Starlight began, “but I definitely agree that I enjoyed it. A lot. Like a loooot!”

With another laugh Sunset then turned her attention up towards the stands. “How are you feeling up there?”

“Trixie came,” the voice called out, lying down like the others with her legs spread out. “In fact, we might need someone to clean this up.”

Starlight, however, rolled her eyes. “She wants to talk about cleaning up? She should see the mess I made. I must have gotten it everywh--” Just as soon as she looked down to see the damage she had done to Brad, however, she looked up to see that he was already halfway done changing, pulling his belt through the loops to finish the process. “Wow. That was quick.”

“Trixie tooold yoooouuu!”

“Sorry, girls,” Brad said, putting his cap back on his head. “I’d love to help clean up, but I really need to get to the next gym.”

“Speaking of which, I saw your badges,” Sunset said, rising to her feet and pulling more of Brad’s cum out with her finger. “Is there any particular reason you chose to do the Canterlot City gym last?”

Suddenly, Brad turned to face Sunset, looking directly into her eyes despite her bare body still splayed for him to see. “Wait… What do you mean ‘Canterlot City gym’?”

“Did… Did you seriously not know about that?”

“No! You’re telling me this whole time, I’ve been travelling across the Equestria region when I really had a gym in my own backyard this whole time?!”

“Sorry, I thought you knew.”

Brad quickly put his hand to his face and shook his head, realizing that he was taking his frustrations out on a girl who just had sex with him to prove how moral of a person she was. “No, Sunset. I’m sorry. I guess it doesn’t really matter which order I get the badges in anyway.”

“I’m surprised no one told you, considering who the gym leader is.”

Now Brad’s interest was really peaked.

“Who’s the gym leader for Canterlot City?”

“Brad… Norman is the gym leader. How did you not know that?”

“...My best friend is the Canterlot City gym leader… and he never told me…?”

Author's Notes:

Norman:
https://derpicdn.net/img/2017/9/17/1537762/large.png

Balance Badge

Finally, after over a month of exploring forests, caves, mountains and plains, Brad could breathe in the fresh air and take in once again the pleasant aroma of the nostalgic city he called home. Canterlot City: the place where he grew up, went to high school, and started his pokémon journey. He had been debating the entire trip back whether he wanted to go straight home to show his mother and father the seven gym badges he had already collected or go straight to the Canterlot City gym where he would square up against Normal Norman, who he had thought was his best friend.

When Norman first arrived at Canterlot High School, the first thing he noticed was everyone’s skin color, apparently since he came from some place where everyone’s skin was the exact same. He was then quickly ostracised as a racist by every student except Twilight Sparkle, mostly because the Twilight Sparkle at the time was a magical horse princess from a different universe before another Twilight Sparkle showed up and… It eventually became pretty difficult to keep up with the whole story, but to make a long story short, Brad befriended Norman early on, and everyone eventually forgot about the whole racist misinterpretation.

Now, though, Brad had no idea what to think. He had always been so close to his best friend, but if they were really that close to begin with, why was it that Norman hadn’t told Brad that he had become a gym leader, let alone in their hometown? Shaking his head, though, he turned to face the pokémon on his shoulder with a smile.

“You ready, Meloetta?”

“La metta!”

“Bradical.”

Just as soon as he took his first step into city bounds, however, he was immediately met by a familiar sight walking in front of him, giving him the worst welcoming present that he could have asked for. He thought that he would be done with them forever, that after blowing them and their pokémon off a friggin’ mountain, they would finally get the hint and let him continue his life without them, but here they were again!

“Welcome home, Brad,” Adagio said, placing her hands on her hips. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

“I’m so sick of you right now!” he screamed, stomping his foot forward while clenching his fist. “Meloetta! Use psychic!”

Just as soon as Meloetta had levitated off of Brad’s shoulder and was beginning to glow a blue tint, however, the three Team Siren girls quickly backed away, holding their hands up to stop him while they began to beg. Before Meloetta could release her attack, however, Brad held up his hand, halting Meloetta before she ended up blasting them away to another foreign country.

“Hang on, Brad!” Sonata shouted. “You don’t understand!”

“What don’t I understand? You three are here to steal Meloetta, aren’t you?”

“No!” Adagio exclaimed, placing one hand to her chest as she heaved in a deep breath of relief once Meloetta’s blue tint faded completely. “We actually came to apologize for everything we’ve been putting you through lately.”

Brad lifted an eyebrow, waiting for the siren girls to continue before saying, “I don’t buy it. Psychic ‘em, Meloetta.”

“Laaaaaaa--”

“NO!” they all shouted in unison, again causing Brad to stop her before unleashing her attack.

“OK. I’ll bite. What drove you to come all the way to Canterlot City just so that you could apologize to me? For that matter, how did you even know where to find me after I sent your asses to Yakyakistan?”

Sonata shrugged. “We were following you, remember? We knew you were on your way to your seventh gym badge when we saw you last, so we thought sooner or later you’d show up here.”

Brad then brought his hand to his chin, finding it hard to believe that these doofuses had actually been able to come up with a plan that sound. “OK, but that still doesn’t answer why you came so far to apologize.”

“We’ve been doing a little soul searching since the last time we saw you,” Adagio began, “and you were right. We were trying to attain world domination just so that people would adore us, but we eventually figured out that if we can’t even beat a lowly trainer such as yourself--no offense--there’s no way we would be able to take over the world, even with Meloetta’s song.”

“OK, first of all, you can’t just say something offensive and follow it up with ‘no offense’. Second, you know that Meloetta can’t hypnotize people into doing your bidding, right?”

The three Team Siren members then looked at each other in confusion. “She can’t?”

“No! Why would you think that singing would be able to put someone under some kind of mind control hypnotization?” Rather than responding with words, however, the three girls pulled on the neck of their shirts, looking away awkwardly as if there was something they weren’t telling Brad. “But… I guess none of that is important now. I’m glad you came to apologize to me, but I have a gym I need to get to.”

Just as Brad began walking away, though, Sonata asked quickly, “Does that mean you adore us now?”

“What? No! Why…? Ugh… It’s gonna take some time for me to get used to the three of you not being the biggest headache in my life. I’m gonna need to warm up to you first.”

Aria scoffed. “I bet you’d warm up to us faster if we slept with you.”

Brad quickly turned on his heels with his finger in the air, ready to lay it into the sassy bitch in the pigtails, but as she raised an eyebrow, awaiting his response, he for some reason fell silent. Then, looking back at all three girls as normal people for once in his life, he could finally see that despite making his life a living nightmare over the past several weeks, they were all legitimately beautiful. In fact, the way that they all stared at him, begging for his approval with their eyes was tempting enough for him to--

“No!” he said quickly, cutting his thoughts off short. “I can’t--Nope. I’m not gonna do it. Noooope! That would be weird and gross and--”

“And hot?” Aria replied, smiling for probably the first time he had ever seen, causing a very uncomfortable sensation in his underpants. He still wasn’t necessarily sure if they were offering, and even if they were offering, there was no way he could just forget everything that they’d done to him just because they were willing to show him the trifecta of titties. Still, though, if he could do it was all three of them at the same time--

“I… should really get going.”

The three girls then pouted. “Does that mean you’re not gonna have sex with us?” Sonata asked, and for some reason, rather than correcting her, the other two sisters seemed to convey a face that shared her opinion. This was insane! This was actually insane!

“My place or yours?”

...But Brad was just that crazy…

*Creeeak*

“Hi, mom! Hi, dad! Can’t talk right now. Still on my pokémon journey. These are my friends. I’m going to take them upstairs to see my train collection. Don’t bother coming in.”

By the time his parents had turned their heads to see Brad walking through the front door, he had already made it halfway up the stairs with the siren girls following close behind him. “Wait a second!” Sonata exclaimed. “We’re seeing your toy train collection? I thought we were gonna have sex!”

Adagio then quickly grabbed Sonata by the mouth, smiling awkwardly at Brad’s parents as she walked up the stairs, dragging her sister along with her. Once they arrived in his room, however, Brad quickly closed the door behind them and locked the knob, resting his back against the wall and sliding down with a long sigh.

“You think they know? They don’t know, right? I mean, they’re parents. They might be suspicious, but they don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?” Aria asked, giggling at the train collection that he legitimately had in his room. “That you’re twelve?”

“Hey!” Brad shouted, pointing at Aria. “Trains have been a very important part of commerce and transportation over the past century and a half! You would have to be a twelve year old not to appreciate what they’ve done for humanity.”

As Aria rolled her eyes, however, Sonata continued to snoop through his room, looking at everything from the knicknacks on his dresser to whatever she could find under his bed. “Hang on, girls!” she exclaimed, getting onto her stomach and reaching under his bedframe. “I think I found something else!” Then, tugging her arms back into plain view, she held out what must have been at least a dozen magazines, all featuring scantily clad women in risque poses.

“Seriously?” Aria asked, raising an eyebrow while Adagio looked at the book with intrigue. “Do you not have internet or something?”

“OK, I’m starting to regret having you three over here.”

Adagio then groaned, pulling her attention away from the stack of books that Sonata was still rummaging through so she could place her hands on the wall behind Brad’s shoulders. The way that she was looking at him was enticing, fierce, yet still domineering, almost like her eyes were projecting onto Brad that as of right now, he was going to be her plaything that she could do whatever she wanted to. The blue-haired boy gulped, shaking in nervousness as Adagio’s sisters joined her by her side, both with their hands on their hips, making Brad suddenly wonder whether they really wanted sex or to get revenge on him right then and there. In fact, if they wanted to get back at him, hurt him, even steal his stuff, they would have played their cards perfectly, leading him into the perfect trap.

Just as Brad was starting to second-guess himself, however, Adagio quickly closed her eyes and moved her face forward to interlock her lips with Brad’s, pressing them together with vigor. The scent of her fragrant blossom perfume along with her strawberry chapstick were sending Brad into sensory overload, especially with her tongue finding its way into Brad’s mouth in between long breaths in and out from her nose. For the next few minutes, the only sounds left in the room were Brad and Adagio’s lips smacking together along with the femenine gasps, pulling in as much air as possible before coming back down and pressing harder against Brad’s mouth. Eventually, though, the feeling of their tongues fighting to stay dominant was then joined by the feeling of her chest pressing up against Brad’s, giving him the added sensation of her hair brushing against his neck as it fell down her shoulder.

Suddenly, Adagio pulled herself on top of Brad’s lap, placing her legs around his waist and placing her hands onto his shoulders, grinding her pelvis along Brad’s jeans as she tilted her head to the other side, kissing him even harder than before. Her fingertips then casually made their way down to his chest, where they gently gripped at his shirt while her whole body moved in an s-shape along Brad’s lap, causing his shaft to grow painfully inside his jeans. Then, apparently feeling the prodding coming towards her below, Adagio momentarily pulled her lips away from Brad’s, looking down at the bulge in his lower section and bringing one hand down to his zipper, where she grabbed his member from outside his pants. As she gently massaged him down below, her eyes stayed glued to Brad’s, biting her lower lip and breathing deeply through her nose, causing her chest to visibly rise with each breath.

Brad, however, was never one to make foreplay last very long, now grabbing onto Adagio’s waist between their kisses so he could discreetly bring his hands to the siren’s top. The blonde girl then pulled her lips off of Brad’s immediately, making him worry that he had come off too strong too quickly until Adagio pushed his shoulders back to the wall, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and steadily pulled it off her head and down her arms. Her breasts seemed even bigger behind her bra, which was probably a size too small, giving off the perkiness factor even more and causing Brad to stare at them with a stupid grin on his face.

“Like what you see?” Adagio asked, batting her eyelashes as she leaned her shoulders back, giving Brad an even better view. The teenage boy then nodded his head slowly, trying to look into Adagio’s beautiful eyes but finding his way back to the mounds on her chest, unable to leave their entrancing allure. “And just how much do you like them? Do you adore them?”

“Give it up, Adagio,” Aria said as she descended to eye level, giving Brad the same beautifully beguiling stare as her sister. “We both know he would like mine more.”

Brad chuckled. “Oh, really? Let’s see you prove it, then.”

The girl in the pigtails quickly scoffed, slapping her hands to her thighs and pushing herself back up to a standing level. Brad was starting to worry that rather than coming off as playful, he might have accidentally said something to piss her off, which he found that he was actually really good at, but just when the panic was beginning to build up in his stomach, Aria crossed her arms and pulled her own shirt over her head, yanking it off of her shoulders and throwing the wadded up ball of cotton to the floor. “Well?” she asked, making Brad gulp as the competition grew more fierce. “Whose do you like more? Mine or hers?”

“Hang on a sec!” Sonata shouted, pulling her arms into her shirt awkwardly. “I wanna be part of this too!”

Finally, with Sonata’s shirt joining her sisters’, the three of them lined up together, showing off the three most attractive pairs of tits he had ever seen. In fact, normally he thought that the whole purpose of a bra was to remove it as fast as he could, but with them, the teasing nature of the fabrics just thinly shielding their best features was making the chase even more enthralling. Just as he was getting lost in the picture in front of him, though, he quickly saw them giving him an angry look, making him realize that the whole purpose was for him to rank them best to worst.

“Oh, right,” he mumbled. “Uhh… You’re all perfect!”

“Cop out,” Aria said, turning her shoulders away, making Brad miss the sight of her tits already.

Suddenly, though, Adagio began to giggle quietly. “So that’s how you wanna play?” Just then, her arms traveled behind her back, making Brad’s eyes grow wide as her cleavage squeezed tighter, giving him an even better eyeful than he had a moment ago. “I think I know how to win this competition.” Then, in the next moment, the straps to Adagio's bra had fallen to the floor, making Brad's jaw drop as his eyes slowly made their way from her feet back up to her mature, developed chest. The entire thrill of the chase was gone, leaving Brad with an even larger erection in his pants along with the carnal desire to experience the fullness of Adagio's refined body.

“Hey!” Sonata shouted, pointing her finger directly into her sister's boob. “That's cheating!”

“Ref,” Adagio said, looking towards Brad with a feminine smile, “can you please back me up here? I'm not breaking any rules, am I?”

The blue-haired teenager gulped, breathing heavily enough for his chest to rise and fall faster than he could blink, shaking his head as his eyes remained glued to Adagio's ample bosom. “N-nope. Bare titties are fair game.”

“Pervert,” Aria responded, giving him the stink eye.

Sonata, though, seemed ready for the extra competition, reaching behind her back clumsily as she tried unhooking her own bra as quickly as she could. “Well I'm not going to lose to Adagio!” Then, Brad was met with yet another exposition of delicious eye candy, making his mouth water in anticipation for the equally satisfying taste he would experience when he put them into his mouth. Before that, though, both sisters then turned towards Aria, waiting for her response to being the only one in the group of sisters who wasn't bare-chested.

“What?” she asked, glaring at her sisters who responded with simple silence, leading Aria to groan and roll her eyes in annoyance. “Fine.” Finally, the last member of Team Siren pulled her straps down her arms, unhooking her bra and flipping the undergarment carelessly to the floor, giving Brad an even better view than before. Every single one of them had perfect boobs, with the exact roundness, size and nipples that he had come to appreciate during his many years as a titty connoisseur. “So what now?”

Brad then shook his head, realizing that all three women were looking down at him, waiting for him to give them instructions on how he wanted them to proceed in their plans of debauchery. “Uhh… I know there are six tits in front of me and I only have one mouth, but--”

“Oh! Me first!” Sonata cheered, bending over and putting her nipple directly into Brad's mouth without hesitation, leaning onto his shoulders as he unanticipatedly began sucking on her breasts. His tongue was beginning to tickle her nerve endings immediately upon the touch, leading Sonata to giggle girlishly while his lips played with her skin. Then, as if acting out on pure instinct, he lifted his hand to grab hold of Sonata's spare breast, squeezing firmly on the mound of flesh and making Sonata's feminine chortles turn into gasps of pleasure.

Just as Sonata was beginning to get really into it, though, Adagio quickly pulled Brad's hand away, making him automatically pull his mouth away from Sonata's boob, making her protest in sadness. “Don't forget that Sonata's not the only one you need to be taking care of right now.” Then, pressing his palm to her bare breast, she leaned into his ear and whispered, “you may only have one mouth, but you have two of these.” The teenage boy then squeezed Adagio's chest just as firmly as he had done with Sonata, making her swing her head back lustfully, moaning in her beautiful alto voice.

Turning his head to his other shoulder, however, he saw Aria staring back at him with folded arms just beneath her boobs, giving him yet another annoyed look, tapping her finger impatiently. “Oh, right,” Brad said with an insecure grin. “Sorry about that.” Then, grabbing hold of Aria's chest, her face changed into a face he had never seen her wear before, switching immediately from grouchy to horny, causing her to breathe deeply from her mouth. As he looked back at Sonata, though, she was puffing her cheeks out in a pout, her face protesting how he was pleasuring her sisters while forgetting about her in the process. “Whoops. Sorry, Sonata.”

“Less talking and more sucking, Bradley!” Sonata then grabbed Brad by the back of the head and pressed him back into her chest, moaning in pleasure again once her nipple was reunited with the familiar sensation of his tongue against her skin. All three siren sisters were beginning to breathe audibly, inhaling deep breaths and releasing small moans with every exhalation, causing the desire within Brad's loins to grow even more insatiable. He was certainly enjoying handling three beautiful bitches’ boobs at once, but the satisfaction he got out of pleasuring their chests was nothing compared to how he would feel once his jeans came off. In fact, the only reason he hadn't yanked his jeans off of his legs already was because he was trying to calculate the methodology of pleasuring all three women simultaneously.

Then, to make matters even more agonizing, Sonata decided that it would be a great idea to fall onto Brad's crotch, rubbing her butt back and forth against the bulge protruding from his loins. His hips reflexively pushed upwards, causing Sonata's pelvis to press harder down, moaning in a higher pitch as Brad's mouth and hands moved more emphatically against the sisters’ breasts. Before he knew it, he was dry-humping the blue-haired sister, bouncing her into the air, making her spare boob bounce against her torso while his mouth forcefully kept the other in place.

“Oh, fuck!” Sonata exclaimed, heaving heavily. “Does this feel as good for you girls as it does for me?”

“Hardly,” Aria responded, although as soon as she spoke, a soft, feminine breath escaped her lips in response to Brad's hand gripping her breast even harder than before. “Unlike you, he isn't making us feel good in two places at once.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that part.”

Then, surprising everyone, Adagio grabbed Brad by the wrist and pulled his hand away from her chest, rising to her feet and smiling down at the horny teenage boy. “Aria raises a good point,” she said, matter of factly. “Perhaps there's some other way he could be of use to us in the meantime.” The other girls immediately followed her lead, pulling Brad off of their breasts and rising to their feet, staring down at the teenage boy with imposing grins and making him look between the three of them with a twinge of fear on his face.

“So, uh… This isn’t gonna hurt, is it?”

“Not for us,” Adagio replied, and in the next moment, all three siren sisters reached to the back of their skirts, pulled down the zipper and allowed their lower clothes to fall to their legs, stepping out of them one foot at a time. Brad had been nervous--even scared--about having sex with someone before, but these three girls managed to escalate those emotions to the next level, making him both horrified and in desperate for their bodies. As Brad gulped in anticipation, Adagio gazed down at his crotch and smiled, leading Brad to look down himself, seeing that even though he was wearing jeans, there was a large bulge in his crotch area. Once he looked back up, however, Adagio’s smile only seemed to grow wider, turning to her sisters and nodding before looking back at the pokémon trainer.

Then, Adagio slammed her foot on the wall besides Brad’s head, putting his face right next to her striped panties, making Brad’s heartbeat speed up once again. “Sh-should I tell you my safe word?” Without saying a word, however, the blonde-haired woman reached down to the leghole of her underwear and pulled the fabric to the side, revealing her smooth-shaven pussy, spread for Brad to enjoy the intricacies of her inner folds.

“Lick it.”

Brad looked back up into Adagio’s face, just to make sure he hadn’t misheard her, but upon nodding her head, the trainer looked back down at her enticing sex and nudged his face forward, extending his tongue as he traveled. Before he could even make it halfway, however, the siren girl impatiently closed the distance for him, making his eyes go wide as his taste buds were now full of Adagio’s wet womanhood. His eyes began to close gradually, allowing the flavor of her arousal to flush down his mouth while his lips pressed against those of Adagio’s vulva, causing her to moan quietly as she played with her breasts. As his eyes travelled up to see Adagio’s horny expression, however, the siren girl grabbed Brad by the head and pushed his face into her crotch lightly, sending his tongue into her vagina while his nose grazed against her clitoris. He could taste her insides getting wetter, dripping nectar down onto his tongue in waves with every deep exhalation she made, leading Brad to lap at her even more aggressively.

“Awww! No fair!” Sonata cried in protest, breaking Adagio from the enticing spell she was under. “I wanna have a turn to!”

“You’ll get your turn when I’m finished!” Adagio growled back through gritted teeth.

Aria chuckled. “Because we all know how long that’ll take.”

With the mood now over, Adagio yanked her crotch away from Brad’s mouth with a pissed off groan, making him miss the texture of her insides already. “Fine. You want to have a turn, have at it.”

“With pleasure,” Aria responded with a twisted grin, bending over and sliding her panties down her legs while her sister stepped away from Brad’s face. Then, taking Adagio’s place, Aria approached Brad’s mouth, spread her vulva and descended her pelvis onto Brad’s lips, breathing out a long sigh as soon as his tongue came in contact with her nethers. Aria’s love juices tasted just as sweet as her sister’s, with a hint of her own personal flavor thrown in as well, leading Brad to grab her by the thighs and dig his face in deeper. The purple-haired girl immediately grabbed onto Brad’s shoulders, grunting as she tried to hold back the embarrassing, high-pitched sounds that were beginning to squeak out of her chest.

“Ooooo,” Adagio voiced condescendingly. “Sounds like Aria’s getting into it.”

“Shut up!” Aria responded, but by opening her mouth, she made way for a passionate, feminine sigh to escape from her lips, making her blush through her magenta skin. “You’d better not say a fucking word.”

“Mmmffmf.”

Even if Brad wanted to talk, Aria was pressing her coochie so hard into Brad’s mouth that his voice was muffled into her sex organs, sending vibrations inside her that made her sigh with passion. “Good. Now go deeper.” The blue-haired teen then closed his eyes, lifted his jaw and flicked his tongue through her opening, licking around her inner walls as his tongue travelled through her vagina.

While Brad was occupied seeing how far he could penetrate Aria’s insides, however, Adagio was sneaking her way beneath her, grabbing onto Brad’s belt and silently pulling it off his waist. Sonata then began to snicker, which Adagio responded to with a glare, putting her pointer finger to her lips to silence the blue-haired woman before she gave away Adagio’s cover, but as soon as she saw that Aria was still preoccupied in the throes of pleasure, she undid the buttons to Brad’s jeans and gently slid them down his legs along with his boxers. The sight of Brad’s manhood in front of the other two women was beginning to make their mouths water in anticipation, including Brad, who could barely see what they were doing out the corner of his eye.

Then, double-checking just to make sure that Aria was still preoccupied with getting her pussy eaten, Adagio subtly lifted her hips over Brad’s pelvis, grabbing hold of his shaft, angling it upwards, and placing the extremity between her folds. Adagio winced from the pleasure eroding her senses, but that was nothing to the hormonal rush that Brad was experiencing, leading him to dig his face deeper between Aria’s folds, causing her to moan loudly. He had been waiting this whole time to have his most sensitive area stimulated, but even with his expectations high already, the feeling of Adagio’s warm insides nestling around him was giving him so much vitality that his mouth became uncontrollable, attacking Aria’s nerve endings with all his energy. The girl in pigtails then gripped Brad’s shoulders in her hands while her thighs squeezed around his neck, bending forward as her voice began to liberally expel all the pent up arousal in her crotch.

Just as Adagio was beginning to find a rhythm on his dick, however, Brad could see Sonata bending over to whisper something into her ear that he couldn’t hear over the sound of Aria’s moans. Whatever it was, though, made Adagio smirk maniacally, giving Brad another jolt of unease as to what the two of them were planning on doing. As Brad tilted his head to the side to see clearly over Aria’s thighs, continuing to lap her up at the same pace so that she wouldn’t notice, he noticed Sonata pulling down her underwear, turning around and spreading her buttcheeks before pointing back at Aria. The teenage boy lifted an eyebrow in confusion, despite the fact that he was enjoying the sight of Sonata’s lower lips parted for his viewing pleasure. Seeing that things were going nowhere, however, Adagio smacked her hand to her forehead, giving the motion of spreading Aria’s buttcheeks while pointing back at Brad.

‘Oooohhhhh!’ Brad thought. ‘So this is what they were planning.’

Then, Brad moved his hands along Aria’s legs up to her back and shoulder blades, dragging his fingertips down the curvature of her back, making her shudder sensationally. Finally, once his hands reached the base of her spine, developing into her round ass, his fingers firmly gripped both of her buttcheeks, spreading them wider as his tongue reached the furthest depths it could go, making Aria release another breath of arousal. Once the stage was set, however, Adagio and Sonata began to giggle as Adagio leaned her head in forward, opening her mouth and giving her sister a swift lick up her anus, breaking Aria from the immersion and making her turn around in fury.

“Don’t touch me, you little bitch!” she screamed, making Adagio and Sonata both laugh hysterically.

“But sister,” the blonde one said between chortles, “I couldn’t resist. Your ass just looks so tasty.”

Aria scoffed. “You’re a slut.”

“You can play it off all you’d like, but we both know you enjoyed it.”

Suddenly, Aria blushed, fumbling over her words as she tried to speak. “I--I didn’t--I mean--FUCK YOU!”

“Oh, my arceus! She totally did!” Sonata squealed, keeling over and grabbing onto her sides in hilarity. Aria, though, quickly turned her head away, blushing profusely as her sisters poked fun at her expense.

“So… You gonna keep going or what?”

Adagio’s laughter then fell into a half chuckle, pursing her eyebrows as she tried to piece together what Aria said. “What?”

“I asked if you were going to keep going, or are you too scared you might not be good at it?”

Aria smiled smugly at Adagio’s befuddled expression, which quickly grew just as uncomfortable and conflicted as the sister she was making fun of just moments before. For several moments, Adagio sat silently on Brad’s dick, unmoving as she fought with herself which decision would cost her less pride, but with her eyes beginning to glare daggers, she eventually said, “I hate you,” and leaned her head into Aria’s backdoor. Suddenly, everyone was back to doing their job as Adagio bounced on Brad’s cock, eating her sister’s ass while Brad lapped at her other side, accidentally touching tongues with Adagio as the two worked so closely together.

“HEY!” Sonata protested, stomping her foot with a look of sadness. “Don’t leave me out of this!”

With Aria’s mood gradually diminishing from the sound of Sonata’s voice, she momentarily stopped moaning and said, “Brad, could you take care of the baby? She gets fussy when she doesn’t get enough attention.”

“I’m not a baby! I have three pubes, thank you very much!”

This time, Adagio was the one to get annoyed, pulling her face out of Aria’s butt and saying domineeringly, “Sonata, get over here and be quiet. Brad, would you be a dear and touch her a little bit so she’ll shut. UP!?” The blonde girl then sent a quick scowl over to her sister before turning her attention back to Aria’s anus, licking circles around her orifice while digging her fingers into her buttcheek.

As Sonata moved over to Brad’s side, she stuck her tongue out childishly at her two sisters, and once she arrived, she wasted no time in standing at shoulder-width apart, spreading her lower lips for Brad to get the premium view. As if acting on instinct alone, Brad’s hand found itself moved up her slender legs, squeezing her thigh before brushing his fingers over Sonata’s three blue pubes, using his thumb to navigate the outline of her womanhood. The blue-haired girl giggled femininely, biting her lower lip as Brad’s thumb tickled her below, and then, looking into Sonata’s eyes, she gave him a small nod, giving him permission to lower his hand and slide his middle finger into her slit, causing her to immediately squeeze her legs in ecstasy.

“Happy now?” Aria chuckled, but as soon as she spoke, Sonata immediately pressed their lips together, enthralled so deeply into the pleasure in her loins that she needed to reciprocate with someone. The girl in pigtails tried fighting her off, pushing the blue-haired girl off of her mouth, but Sonata’s strength was too much for her now that she had lost half of her energy to the sensation in both her lower openings. Finally, Sonata grabbed hold of Aria’s chest, sticking her tongue into her mouth and fondling her boobs to make every nerve ending in Aria’s body tingle, leaving her to grab Sonata’s breasts as well, just so she could release some of the pressure building up throughout her body.

Finally, with all three girls enjoying their own form of pleasure, Brad could focus his energy on the feeling in his dick as Adagio bounced on top of him, keeping her hips low so she could perform analingus on her sister. Brad, however, was never one to be gentle with his cock. In the next moment, he channeled as much energy as he could to his hips and started humping Adagio upwards, feeling the tremors throughout the whole group as all of their openings clenched tightly, releasing a small trickle of female excitement. Even though all three girls had their mouths full, he could hear their muffled arousal as he continued to work through each of their vaginas, which he especially enjoyed with Adagio. He may have enjoyed the taste of Aria’s nectar and the reactions from Sonata as he found her sensitive spots, but Adagio was the one driving him crazy as her inner walls squeezed the length of Brad’s penis.

He wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could, but he also knew that the buildup would be nothing compared to how amazing it would feel to have his first orgasm in the middle of a fourway. Rather than pushing it off any further, however, he continued to enjoy the full extent of the three girls’ dripping sex as excitement built up around his crotch, causing him to grow even bigger, sliding deeper into Adagio’s vagina. Her hips seemed to press Brad into the ground as she grinded forward, leaving Brad to fight back with vigor, showing her that no matter how dominant she wanted to be, he was the one in control. Even still, however, Adagio continued to fight, coming down violently on his lap with every thrust until she had knocked Brad’s pelvis back to the floor, moving her hips in circles so that the head of his dick could enjoy the total experience of rubbing along her cervix.

Brad then moaned softly from the excruciating ecstasy in his nethers, sending shockwaves through her sisters as her butt shoved harder into Adagio’s face and her hands gripped tighter onto Sonata’s tits, making all three of their pussies wince in unison. The entire environment was becoming too overwhelming, from the smell of the air, to the taste in his mouth, to the sounds of muffled moans, to the erotic sensation in his shaft as well as to the sight of three hot, naked girls having sex with him as well as each other. Finally, with the pressure breaking free from his body, his penis shot a thick stream of cum into Adagio’s ovaries, again making her moan in pleasure, sending the other two girls into their own mini-orgasms. All three sirens began to convulse in arousal as strings of semen pulsed out of Brad’s cock, decorating Adagio’s insides as she decorated his dick with her own fluids. Aria and Sonata then followed suit, dripping their own clear, white liquids onto Brad’s mouth and fingers respectively while all three girls’ holes tensed and loosened. With one final push, Brad then lifted his hips as high as he could get them, squeezing his buttcheeks together to push as much semen out of his hole as he could as his body began to falter, sapping his remaining strength until he eventually collapsed onto the floor beneath him.

Finally, once everyone’s orgasms had died down into faint, erotic breaths, the three girls pulled their mouths away from each other and took a step back, avoiding eye contact as they slowly wiped their mouths of their own saliva. Brad was no mind reader, but having experienced the feeling of disgust after realizing what he had gotten off to when horny several times in the past, he had a pretty good idea as to what was going through their heads at that moment. The three of them continued to look away, trying to catch their breath and wiping sweat off of their faces until Aria eventually broke the silence.

“Well, that was weird.”

“Agreed.”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

Brad, though, having experienced probably the best sex of his entire life, started giggling hysterically, covering his eyes with his arm as he laughed through his exhaustion. “And what are you laughing about?” Adagio asked with daggers in her eyes. “Don’t forget, if I get pregnant, you have to take responsibility!”

This, however, sent Brad into an even bigger fit of hysteria, making the three siren girls exchange looks of confusion betwixt themselves. The reason Brad was laughing so hard, though, was because just a few hours ago, he was hoping that he would never have to see them again, but now, they were all totally naked in his room. Just the whole experience he had been through during his pokémon journey leading up to this was comical to him, leaving him grabbing onto his sides as the other three girls shrugged in confusion.

“OK, mom! We’re heading out again!”

Just as Brad opened the front door, ready to excuse himself as well as team stripper from his house, however, his mom and dad rushed to entrance with concern on their face. “You’re leaving already?” his mom asked.

“Son, we haven’t seen you for ten seconds, and you’re already leaving again?”

“Yeah, sorry,” Brad responded with a confident smile, “but I’m not finished with my journey yet. I still have one more place I have to go before I can come back home.”

His parents’ faces contorted in confusion, trying to find words to come out of their mouths just to get him to tell them what he was doing, but with a long sigh, both parents nodded their heads with reassuring smiles. “OK, Flash,” his mom said. “We understand.”

“Just don’t keep us waiting too long, OK, champ?”

Brad then nodded with vigor. “I promise. I’ll be home before you know it.” And just like that, he was out the door again, ready to move onto his final quest before he would challenge the elite four. Just as soon as the four of them had made it outside, however, Sonata turned towards Brad with one eyebrow raised.

“‘Flash’? I thought your name was Brad!”

“It’s a long story. Anyway, you three probably have lots of friends to make now, so I should probably be on my--”

“““WAIT!”””

The blue-haired boy stopped in his tracks, turning around to see all three members of Team Siren holding out their hands to stop him from escaping. “I mean,” Adagio then began, clearing her throat in a refined tone, “we don’t want you to go to this last gym by yourself. You could use some support along the way, don’t you think?”

Brad then blinked twice, just to make sure he was getting the gist of what they really wanted out of him. “Wait, are you saying that you want to come with me on my pokémon journey?”

“Er… not exactly. We were really just hoping to… supervise you for right now.”

“Really?” Sonata asked. “I thought we wanted to do exactly what he said we wanted to do.” Aria and Adagio then glared at Sonata, who held up her hands in defense. “OK, what did I do this time?!”

Brad, however, just groaned, looking back at his seven gym badges and the direction towards the Canterlot City gym, thinking of all the possible ways this could go wrong if he decided to let them join. He could think of about twelve reasons this could be mistake just off the top of his head, but seeing as how they had just pledged their friendship to him with their vaginas, there wasn’t exactly an easy way to say no.

“Fine. Just… promise you won’t embarrass me in front of Norman.”

“Fine.”

“Alright.”

“We’ll try!”

Finally, Brad had made it to the final destination on his pokémon journey, the Canterlot City gym, where a sign was posted out front with Normal Norman’s name written right on it. He still couldn’t believe that he hadn’t known about this place before he left for Ponyville town, especially when who he thought was his best friend was the gym leader here. Still, though, he had been through these questions several times already on his way home from Las Pegasus City, and now there was nothing left to worry about except his final gym badge. Turning towards his groupees for reassurance, the blonde one nodded her head, giving him the confidence to take a deep breathe through his nose and push through the doors of the pokémon gym.

The surroundings were basically what he had expected out of his friend Norman: plain and uninteresting, with regular wooden walls and pale, yellow floor mats, too dimly colored to mistaken it for an electric-type gym. The lights were standard, coming from lightbulbs on top of the ceiling rather than being lit by candles of chandeliers, and there were two small windows on each side of the gym to illuminate the area the rest of the way. He didn’t even have a chair to sit on, instead standing in the center of the room, waiting for challengers to come in while he would apparently just stand there in silence.

Once the two of them made eye contact, however, there wasn’t a happy greeting like he had hoped for. He wore a red jacket, a striped green and white button-down shirt, a green beanie that he never took off, and a belt that he had worn ever since the days he was trying to impress Rarity. He hadn’t changed a bit since high school, except for the fact that rather greeting Brad with a smile, he was greeted with a scowl.

“You shouldn’t be here, Brad,” he said sternly.

“Glad to see you too,” Brad responded with a sarcastic smile. “How’ve you been old buddy, old pal? It’s been a while.”

“Not long enough. I’m sorry, but this area is for pokémon trainers only. You have to leave.”

“Actually, I just happen to be a pokémon trainer, and I hereby challenge you to a battle for the balance badge!”

“No. Now leave.”

Suddenly, Brad’s demeanor transformed completely, stomping his foot on the ground and making Sonata yelp in surprise. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, DUDE?! I thought you were my friend! Why are you being such a douche?!”

“You thought we were friends?!” Norman yelled back, stomping his own foot. “What about that time during the musical showcase when you called my music a ‘fagfest for cocksuckers’?”

“It was the musical showcase, dude! We were all at each other’s throats! I don’t even remember who started that whole fight to begin with!” The three siren girls then backed away slowly, switching glances between themselves while trying to stay as quiet as possible. “Is that what’s been bothering you?”

“No! Everything that happened to me during high school, every problem I got myself into was either a direct result of you or Twilight!”

“Coming from the racist of CHS. I was the one who helped everyone forget about that whole episode. I got you laid on more than one occasion!”

“Yeah, with Fluttershy’s mom! Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to be known as a walking sex object where every girl at school is your own personal cock sheath for seemingly no reason whatsoever?!” Brad then turned towards his groupees and shrugged innocently. “I’m trying to forget about everyone I slept with. Some of them I’m not so proud about.”

“You mean like Diamond Tiara?”

“I mean like you!”

“Oh, yeah!” Brad responded with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his head. “I forgot about that one.”

“I just wanted to live a normal life, play my xbox, get through my classes and blend in with the crowd, but because of you, I couldn’t just be a regular background character! That’s why I became a gym leader, to sever ties with you and start a new life where I could be known for something other than what everyone knew me for at CHS.”

“Wow,” Adagio finally intervened. “Seems like there’s quite some friction between you two.”

Brad shrugged innocently again. “I didn’t think there was, but I guess there’s only one way to fix it now.” Then, turning back towards his former friend again, he said, “Norman, I want you to battle me. If you win, I’ll leave you alone forever, but if I win… I want that balance badge.”

Norman sighed, placing his palm on his face and shaking his head with pity. “Fine, I’ll give you this one battle, but I need to warn you that I’m not as weak as you think I am.”

“I never thought you were weak in the first place,” Brad replied with a smile forming on his face. “Is it alright with you if I use these three as referees?”

Norman then stepped to the side to see that standing behind Brad were three beautiful women, all looking at each other with just as much confusion as Norman was. “You’re kidding, right?” Adagio asked, pointing to herself.

“I’ll allow it,” Norman replied, making the sisters look at each other once again, shrugging their shoulders. Once that was settled, both trainers took their respective sides of the gym with the three Siren girls taking their place in the referee’s box, still seeming unsure of how to actually officiate an official gym match. “We’ll use four pokémon a side. Does that seem fair to you?”

“Sure. I only have four pokémon anyway.” Brad then gave a thumbs up to the referees, ready to begin the match.

“Are both trainers ready?” Adagio asked, to which Norman and Brad looked at each other and nodded. “In that case, Challenger Brad vs. Gym Leader Norman. Begin!”

“I’ll start this off!” Norman shouted, throwing a pokéball into the arena. “Slaking! I choose you!” Then, once the pokéball landed onto the battlefield, it opened up to reveal a huge white light that gradually faded into the shape of a light brown gorilla, lying on its side and yawning.

“Slaaaaaaaaak.”

Norman was a normal-type gym leader, which only had fighting-types as its weakness, but he wanted to make sure that he didn’t use his sole fighting-type until the very end, just as a last resort. Luckily for him, though, he had the next best thing. “Lopunny! You’re up first!” Finally, throwing his own pokéball into the arena, a large rabbit jumped out of the ball, bouncing back and forth with a loud cry.

“Lop lop!”

“OK, Lopunny! There’s no way that thing’s faster than you! Hit it first with high jump kick!”

“Lop loooooop!”

Then, jumping high into the air, Lopunny raised her kicking leg, preparing herself for one of the strongest fighting-type moves that existed… but for some reason, Norman and Slaking both looked on as if they didn’t even care, showing no signs of worry or fear. Upon reaching the apex of her jump, however, Lopunny came crashing down, landing a direct hit right on top of Slaking with as much power as it possibly could.

“Alright!” Brad shouted. Good job Lop… Wait, what?!”

Once Lopunny jumped away to see how much damage she had done to Slaking, it seemed to grimace, but not really showing any signs that Lopunny had done any kind of real damage to it. “You done now?” Norman asked, folding his arms. “I don’t think you realize this, but Slaking actually has the best stats out of all non-legendary pokémon. I sure hope you didn’t start off with your best option.” Brad grimaced in reply, but otherwise said nothing. “Now, Slaking! Use hammer arm!”

“Slaaaaaakiiiiiing!”

Just as Lopunny had gotten out of the way, however, it reeled back with its giant arm, swinging in an arc directly towards Lopunny, hitting her square in the chest and causing her to fly backwards. Her body then smashed against the wood behind her, causing the wall to crack from her weight until she slowly slid down to the floor, lying motionless on the ground aside from her chest slowly rising and falling. There was no way Norman had managed to take out his pokémon in one hit! Even being one of the strongest pokémon to walk on Equestrian land, there was no way that it was so strong that a single punch would knock her out in one hit.

Norman, however, seemed to think otherwise. “We’re waiting,” he said demeaningly towards the siren sisters, who jumped with as much surprise as Brad was in.

“L-Lopunny is unable to battle!” Adagio announced, lifting her hand in Brad’s direction. “Brad is now down to three pokémon!”

Brad grunted, pulling out Lopunny’s pokéball so he could summon her back. Admittedly, he didn’t honestly believe that he would be this screwed right off the bat. He thought that he would at bare minimum be able to bring down half of Slaking’s hit points, but so far, he had lost one of his best advantages, leaving him with no backup strategy. “OK, Norman. I see how it’s gonna be. Gardevoir! I choose you!”

Then, throwing his next pokéball out onto the field, a slender, green pokémon in a white dress began to hover over the stage, making Norman wince just for a moment before returning to his normal expression. “Don’t let it bother you, Slaking,” the boy in the beanie said. “In fact, take this turn to just relax a little bit.”

“Slaaaaaaak,” it replied with a lazy yawn.

Everyone else, though, tilted their heads in confusion. “Uhh… Isn’t that against the rules?” Sonata asked, which Brad was honestly wondering as well.

“There’s no rule against not attacking, idiot,” Aria replied, folding her arms.

“I’m sick of you calling me an idiot, you catty bitch!”

“You’re a bitch!”

“I’m not a bitch!”

As Sonata and Aria began having a fight in the referee’s box, however, Brad smirked. “I guess that works for me. Gardevoir! Hit it with psychic!”

“Gaaaardevoiiiir.”

The fairy-type pokémon’s body then began to glow a blue aura around her body, crossing her arms to her shoulders until with the flick of her elbows, she sent a psychic blast directly towards Slaking, who winced in pain. Slaking still hadn’t taken too much damage from that last attack, but it was obviously beginning to take its toll on the pokémon’s body, which Norman had no doubt noticed by now, despite his poker face.

“Alright, Slaking! You ready for another attack? Hit her with a body slam!”

“Moonblast, Gardevoir!”

Both trainers faced off against each other, although Norman had much more confidence in his face than Brad did as both pokémon readied their attacks. As Gardevoir began charging up her moonblast beam, Slaking lifted itself into the air, jumping higher than he ever expected from a pokémon with as much body weight as it had. Then, just as it was closing in on Gardevoir, she pulled in one last ray of energy and shot the ball of energy straight into Slaking’s body, sending it flying through the air, toppling backwards until it eventually rolled over to a complete stop, lying completely still.

“What?!” Norman exclaimed. “That’s impossible! Slaking is supposed to be faster than Gardevoir!”

Brad, however, shrugged his shoulders, just as confused as Norman was, and after a few moments had passed, Adagio stepped away from her quarreling sisters to lift her hand in Norman’s direction. “Slaking is unable to battle! Norman is now down to three pokémon.”

Just as soon as the words came out of her mouth, though, Norman put his hand into his face and chuckled softly. “I got cocky. I completely forgot that hammer arm decreases speed after each use. I guess I got so confident in its stats that I forgot that its special defense is its weak point, and once you brought out Gardevoir, all I could think about was outspeeding her. Good job, Brad…” Norman then smirked, returning Slaking and pulling out another pokéball in its place. “...but that’s not gonna be enough! Bouffalant! I choose you!”

Norman then threw out another pokéball into the arena, sending out another large pokémon in the shape of a buffalo, digging its hooves into the floor and crying out, “Booouuuuff!!”

“I like to call this little guy ‘Chief Thunderhooves’,” Norman said, putting a hand to his hip. “He’s helped me through tons of difficult battles, and I don’t see this one being any different.”

“Then he’ll have to be pretty good at dodging,” Brad said with a smug grin. “Gardevoir, I don’t trust it! Use future sight!”

Brad’s pokémon then leapt back into the air, creating several blue orbs and shooting them into the ceiling until they disappeared into several blackholes, disappearing until later. With that out of the way, though, Norman smiled wide. “I guess that means you’ve given up for this round. Chief Thunderhooves! Use giga impact!”

“Booouuuff!”

The way Norman’s bouffalant wasn’t very fast, but as soon as it reached Gardevoir, the impact alone was enough to send her soaring to the ceiling on the other side of the gym. Brad held his breath, praying to Celestia that he hadn’t once again knocked his pokémon out with a single blow, and fortunately for him, she was able to pull herself back to her side of the arena, floating in midair. She was obviously hurt to the point where one more attack would be the end of her, but if she could hold on for just a little while longer, he might still have a chance. Norman, however, was cursing at the situation, leaving Brad with a large, sassy grin on his face.

“Your turn now, Gardevoir! Get some HP back with a draining kiss!”

Gardevoir didn’t waste a second, descending onto Norman’s bouffalant immediately and giving it a hard kiss, glowing a bright pink as Chief Thunderhooves struggled to get away from her lips. Finally, the normal-type pokémon was able to break free, stammering back a couple steps while Gardevoir wiped her lips from any excess saliva that may have dribbled down to her chin. She didn’t look nearly as healthy as she did at the beginning of the battle, but she at least stood a chance of surviving another attack.

“Crap,” Norman said under his breath. “Chief Thunderhooves, do you think you’re ready for another attack yet?” His bouffalant, however, turned towards its owner, shaking its head remorsefully and causing Norman to grit his teeth in frustration. “Don’t worry, Chief. We’ll get ‘em on the next turn.”

“Whoa, seriously?” Brad asked. “Like, I get another turn now? Awesome! This time use moonblast!”

Without wasting another second, Gardevoir once again jumped into the air, creating a bright pink ball in the shape of the moon and hurdling it towards Norman’s bouffalant, which wailed in pain. Once Gardevoir fell back to the ground and the dust had cleared up, however, Chief Thunderhooves looked straight into Gardevoir’s eyes, making it clear that it was ready for at least one more attack. Brad’s pokémon had managed to put a pretty decent dent into Norman’s pokémon, but unless some kind of miracle happened, it was doubtful that Gardevoir would be able to take another hit, even after her draining kiss.

“Sorry, Brad,” Norman responded with his own wide smile, “but that was your chance. Chief Thunderhooves, hit her with megahorn!”

“Booouuuff!”

Brad could barely watch. Before Gardevoir was able to get out of the way, Norman’s bouffalant was right there in her face, its horn glowing a bright light as it swung towards her, knocking her back along the floor until she rolled to a complete stop. There was no more holding out hope for this one. Just as Adagio was beginning to lift up her hand, however, the blackholes opened back up, making Chief Thunderhooves turn his head back as he was suddenly pummeled by multiple psychic attacks. Then, just as quickly as they came, they disappeared, leaving both pokémon now on the floor with their eyes spinning.

“Well,” Adagio said, blinking her eyes, “I didn’t see that coming. Both Bouffalant and Gardevoir are unable to battle! Both trainers are down to two pokémon a side.”

“Only need one,” Norman replied without a beat. “Porygon-Z! Finish him off!”

Once Norman’s pokéball landed on his side of the battlefield, a levitating ball of data burst out in a bright light show of red and blue, flashing in bright patterns until it finally hovered in place. Brad had never seen one of these in real life before, let alone battled one. His options were becoming more and more limited with the defeat of each of his pokémon, but he still needed to save his trump card until the last possible second if he had any chance of winning.

Finally, turning his cap backwards, he grabbed his third pokéball and threw it into the arena, shouting, “Tsareena! Show him what you can do!”

“Tsaaaaaar!” she shouted, leaping out of the ball and striking a sexy pose for Brad’s viewing pleasure. Just as he was beginning to enjoy the refined curves of Tsareena’s body without Meloetta hovering over his head, however, he could begin to feel the damning gazes coming from the referee’s box. Then, just as he had guessed, as soon as he looked over in their direction, he saw all three of them folding their arms and shaking their heads, berating him with judgemental stares.

“Really?” Sonata asked, to which her sisters actually nodded their heads in agreement.

“Sorry, Tsareena,” Brad lamented. “I guess I’ll have to stare at your butt some other time. How about we start this battle with a double team?”

“Not your turn, Brad,” Norman said, cutting him off immediately. “Porygon-Z! Signal beam!”

“WHY THE FUCK DOES EVERYONE HAVE BUG-TYPE MOVES?!”

Just as Tsareena was getting ready to begin her own attack, however, she was immediately hit by a beam of light shooting from the duck-like bill on the normal-types face, making her shriek in agony. Norman smiled wide at the sight while Brad clenched his fist in frustration, watching idly as his pokémon tried getting back up to her feet after an attack that must have taken out at least half of her hit points. Finally, though, once Porygon-Z’s move had ended, Tsareena could begin her own, separating into several bodies at once, making the normal-type pokémon look back and forth desperately, searching for the original.

“Don’t let it get to you!” Norman cried out. “Find the original and give it a tri attack!”

“One more double team, Tsareena!”

With both commands given, Porygon-Z look wildly back and forth for the original Tsareena, but with multiple different copies, it was impossible to know for sure which of them was the right target. Once it found a tsareena it felt was worth locking onto, however, it projected three triangles of different colors and launched them towards the grass-type, making everyone hold their breath until the last second. The attack had managed to connect, and rather than disappearing as a clone would do after an attack, the copy fell to the ground with a cry while the other copies looked back in surprise. Porygon-Z had somehow managed to find the original and had landed a direct hit.

Before anyone could even question whether Tsareena was alright, however, even after it had taken an attack that put her on the precipice of fainting, she got back up to her feet and scowled at the enemy porygon-Z. Then, once again, she made even more copies of herself, filling up her side of the battlefield with Tsareenas, all of which were running in circles around Porygon-Z, making it even more difficult for it to find the right one again.

“Forget about that right now!” Norman called out. “Use another signal beam and finish it off!”

Porygon-Z then released an 8-bit noise, creating another green beam from its beak and shooting it towards one of the Tsareenas that it believed to be the correct copy. Fortunately for Brad, this time it had legitimately hit one of the fake Tsareenas, allowing him to breathe long enough for him to shout out his next command.

“Good job, babe! You’re doing fantastic!”

“Tsar!” a group of Tsareenas called out happily, giving him a seductive wink.

Team Siren, however, were giving him more disgusted looks, even shaking their heads in shame. “Hey, Norman got to nickname his pokémon! Actually, you know what? Don’t care right now. Tsareena, use power whip!”

Then, as Porygon-Z was looking around the circle for which pokémon would be the right one to attack, one of the Tsareenas snuck up behind it, her arm glowing red as she landed a powerful grass-type hit on Norman’s normal-type. Once it turned around to see who had attacked it, however, Tsareena disappeared yet again into the sea of copies, all of which wore the same smug expression on her face.

“Don’t worry about that last attack!” Norman shouted. “One more signal beam to finish it off!”

Again, it cried out in an 8-bit voice, charging up its green laser as it searched around for the right Tsareena it could fire at, and once it found that one of them was moving slower than the others, it wasted no time in sending a blast of green light hurtling towards it. Brad quickly bit onto his finger as he waited anxiously for the move to end, but once it had, the Tsareena that it had tried to attack had disappeared completely, leaving Tsareena still alive somewhere in the throng of grass-types.

“That’s it!” Brad shouted in adulation. “Power whip! Finish it off!”

“Tsareena!”

This time, the real Tsareena was right in front of Porygon-Z, delivering a powerful strike across its body before it could even think about dodging her. Then, with a saddening signal of data crying out from the field, it fell to the floor, blasting rays of red and blue until it was just a physical lump of algorithms lying on the floor. It seemed so surreal that Brad could have gotten this lucky, but there was no way of mistaking it. That pokémon was not going to get back up, leaving Brad as the victor with one last pokémon to spare.

“Porygon-Z is unable to battle!” Adagio announced, lifting her hand towards Norman. “Norman is now down to his final pokémon!”

With sadness in his eyes, Norman pulled out his pokéball to summon Porygon-Z back into the confines of safety, seemingly in disbelief that he would even need to reach for his fourth and final ball. In the next moment, though, out of nowhere, Norman began to laugh, quietly at first until it eventually became a booming cackle, causing Brad to flinch in discomfort.

“You probably think you’ve won by now, don’t you?” Norman asked, pulling his last pokéball off of his belt. “Well, I’ve got bad news for you, Brad. Your pokémon journey ends here and now! Go, Kangaskhan!” Then, flicking the pokéball onto his side of the field, the largest pokémon of all emerged from its white light, stretching its mighty arms and legs before roaring out in preeminence. “But that’s not all! I’ve also got one more trick up my sleeve!”

Then, pulling down the sleeve of his jacket, he revealed a white bracelet around his wrist, which upon being touched began to illuminate in a rainbow of different colors, and immediately after that, a bright purple light encapsulated Kangaskhan until it hardened into a large, purple ball, shattering instantly as a new, yet seemingly familiar pokémon broke free of its shell. The pokémon in its pouch had also jumped onto the floor, taking a stance next to its mother as they both roared again, this time with even more vigor than before. Brad had heard about how strong kangaskhans were already, but Norman had used his bracelet to do something to it, almost like he had turned it into a completely new pokémon altogether.

“It’s called mega-evolution,” Norman responded as if reading Brad’s mind, “and kangaskhans have one of the most powerful megas of all.”

“Shit!” Brad responded, quickly turning to his own pokémon. “Quick, Tsareena! Power whip one more t--”

“Don’t even think about it. Kangaskhan, use aerial ace!”

“Kangas kangas kangas khaaaaan!”

Before Brad could even finish calling out his command, however, both kangaskhans jumped into the air, landing with a spin that took out every single copy of Tsareena as well as hitting the original in one fell swoop. Brad had no idea how it could even learn a flying-type move in the first place, which just happened to be one of Tsareena’s weaknesses, but in the moments that followed, Tsareena fell to the floor before she even knew what had happened. Likewise, Brad also fell to his knees, watching helplessly as Adagio lifted her hand before Brad even had the chance to issue his first move.

“Tsareena is unable to battle. Both trainers are now down to their final pokémon.”

Brad felt sick as he pulled Tsareena’s pokéball back off of his belt, summoning the lifeless grass-type with a feeling of despair beginning to grow in his mind. What if he lost here? What would he say to his parents if he really went through that entire journey just to come up short on the last pokémon he needed to defeat? Norman had made it painstakingly clear that he didn’t want Brad coming back, so unlike Pinkie Pie, he wouldn’t be able to just come back and challenge him again. Still, though, if he lost here, would any of this have even been worth it?

Shaking his head to get the thoughts out of his mind as much as he possibly could, however, he pulled out his fourth and final pokéball, smiling down at it as if the pokémon inside could see his face. “You’re my last hope,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry that I’ve kept you in there so long today. MELOETTA! I CHOOSE YOU!”

Brad then threw his pokéball into the center of the arena, releasing a gorgeous pokémon with long, green hair, a tight, black dress and a headphone piece extending from her right ear. As she opened her mouth to release her heavenly voice into the air, her eyelids rose to reveal her beautiful, blue eyes sparkling even in the light around her. Finally, she took her place on the battlefield, staring down the enemy Kangaskhan with determination in her appearance.

“La metta!”

“Go for it, Meloetta!”

“We’re rooting for you!”

“Don’t let us down!”

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Meloetta turned to her side and flinched, noticing that the very people cheering her on were the exact three who had tried to steal her away from Brad to begin with.

“We’re sorry about trying to steal you and use your voice to take over the world,” Adagio said with her sisters nodding in agreement behind her. “Now get out there and prove that we were right to try and steal you in the first place!”

Both Meloetta and Norman then turned towards Brad, raising their eyebrows while Brad was left to shrug in resignation. “Honestly, you guys,” Brad began, “I just kinda wanna be done here if that’s OK. I’ve had a weird day today.”

“Whatever you say,” Norman responded with a smile. “Kangaskhan! Use crunch and finish this battle once and for all!”

“Shit! Meloetta! See if you can get a relic song in on time!”

“Too late, Flash!”

Then, just as Meloetta was beginning to breathe in the air she needed for her first attack, she was met with two painful crunches on both of her arms, making her cry out in excruciating agony.

“Hey! You can’t do that!” Brad shouted, turning towards the referees. “He’s not allowed to attack with two pokémon at once, right?” The three girls who were supposed to know the rules better than anyone, however, had never had a fair battle in their life, let alone a battle that was supposed to be one on one. “Oh, right. You’re burglars.”

Once the two pokémopn had released Meloetta from their jaws, however, Meloetta lifted herself into the air, allowing the soothing sound of her voice to carry through the acoustics of the gym. “La, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la, la la la la la la, la laaaaaaaa!” Then, as her voice continued to sing in a beautiful melody, her headset ran down her music note hair, changing it into a deep, reddish brown while her dress curled upwards into the shape of a tutu. Just like kangaskhan, she was in an entirely new form, only this one had the other pokémon’s weakness. Meloetta was his ace in the hole, and he was counting on her to carry her entire team for him.

“You ready, Meloetta?”

“La metta!”

“Good, because I kinda need this next attack to finish it off or we’re screwed.”

The fighting-type pokémon quickly turned to her trainer with a look of panic in her eyes while he laughed off the stressful situation as best he could. “La mel! Mel la meloetta!”

“That’s enough prolonging the inevitable, don’t you think, Kangaskhan?” Norman asked, to which it responded with a cheerful growl. “Perfect! Finish it off with aerial ace!”

“Oh, no you don’t!” Brad shouted, making Norman raise an eyebrow. “It’s not your turn yet. Meloetta! Show him how much faster you are now with close combat!”

“What?! There’s no way you can outspeed a mega Kangaskhan!”

Despite Norman’s disbelief, however, Meloetta appeared behind Langaskhan in the blink of an eye, reeling her arm back and sending her elbow into the mother pokémon’s back as hard as she could. Kangaskhan stood there for several seconds, unmoving from the attack until her baby charged towards her, jumping up to perform the aerial ace attack Norman had called out earlier. Just as soon as it had launched itself into the air, however, Meloetta joined it at the apex of its jump, sending a harrowing punch into the pokémon’s gut before allowing gravity to take care of the rest for her. Everyone’s eyes were bulging out of their sockets with disbelief seeing Brad’s pokémon hovering above Norman’s, waiting for the pair to rise from the floor until she eventually got tired of waiting.

“La metta,” she responded, flicking her hair back into its green color while staring at the three siren sisters.

“What do we do?!” Sonata whispered loudly.

“How am I supposed to know?!” Adagio replied in the same level. “I’ve never officiated a gym battle before!”

“Picking us to be refs was stupid,” Aria chimed in, only she made sure to say it in a voice that everyone could hear.

Finally, however, with a sigh escaping his lips, Norman pulled his pokéball from his pocket, pointed it directly at the pair of pokémon lying on the floor and defeatedly said, “Kangaskhan, return.” Everyone then turned back towards the gym leader, watching the pokémon he had touted about so much get defeated in two attacks, leaving them speechless as a red light summoned them back into his pokéball. “Brad… I’m sorry.”

“Huh?” the blue-haired boy responded with general confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m sorry for not treating you like my friend. I mean, even though you did get me into a lot of trouble while also sleeping several times with the one girl I was madly in love with, admittedly… you were there for me.”

“...Are you saying that because you’ve been thinking that over or because you lost?”

“La mel!” Meloetta replied, smacking him in the back of the head.

“What the cock?! I don’t think I deserved that one!”

Norman, however, began to laugh again, only this time when he did it, it didn’t seem like there was any malice to his voice. For the first time since Brad walked in, Norman was actually smiling just like he used to do when they hung out in high school. “I guess it’s a little of both,” he continued, “but I guess losing is an important part of being a gym leader. If you’ve battled hard and done your best, defeat can end up being quite the wise teacher. At least, that’s what I’d like to think, anyway.”

Finally, Norman stepped forward, walking towards Brad’s side of the arena with a grin on his face. “What are you--”

“Here,” Norman said, holding out his hand with a shiny new badge inside. It was in the shape of two circles connected by a thin line in the middle, giving it the perfect balance, just like its name implied. “You’ve earned it. The balance badge is yours.”

With a smile beginning to grow on his own face as well, Brad quickly grabbed hold of the badge, holding it up to where it sparkled like Meloetta’s eyes, which were also coincidentally looking back at the badge with glee. “We did it, Meloetta! We got all eight badges in the entire Equestria reg--Oooff!”

Just as soon as he was beginning to celebrate, however, Norman sent a swift kick to his testicles, making him squeeze his thighs together and fall down, rubbing his aching manhood. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed about you fucking Rarity!”

Brad groaned in pain, turning to face his companion pokémon as she descended to his side. “You see, Meloetta? That’s one I deserved. Ouch…” Then, while he was busy rolling on the floor in pain, he looked back up to see three sexy robbers looking down at him, giving Brad the best view possible of their skirts. “Sonata, why aren’t you wearing any underwear?”

“Shit!” she screamed, holding her hands to her crotch like Brad. “I knew I felt cold!”

“Ignoring the imbecile for a moment,” Adagio said, turning the attention back to Brad, “does this mean you’re going to be entering the Pokémon League now? After all, it does seem like that was the whole purpose of leaving home in the first place, wasn’t it?”

Of course it was! The entire reason he left on his adventure in general was so that he could enter the Pokémon League and show his dad that he could actually accomplish his goals! But… now that he thought about it, the goal wasn’t actually going to the Pokémon League… It was about making it to the Pokémon League. This whole journey was so that Brad could show his dad that he could accomplish his goals, and although the inspiration came from how much he wanted to journey with Meloetta, the reasoning behind it was to prove that he could do it. Now that he had collected all eight gym badges, he had already accomplished the goal he had set when he first left Canterlot City in the first place.

At this point… was there even any reason to go?

With a confused look on his face, made only weirder by the surprising chuckle escaping his lips, he shook his head, not in disbelief, but in rejection. “No,” he said, staring at the ground before looking confidently into the sirens’ eyes. “No, I don’t think I’m going to the Pokémon League.”

“What?!” Sonata shouted. “But you just spent all that time collecting the eight gym badges so you could--”

“Did you grow another pube in the last two hours?”

“Fuck!” she yelled again, squeezing her hands to her crotch.

“But if that’s not the plan,” Adagio began, “then what is?”

Finally, with a smile on his face and eight gym badges in his jacket, he rose to his feet, ready to go home and show his mom and dad what he had been able to do. “I’ll tell you girls later. I have some music to write.”

“Hey, Meloetta! Look at this!”

“Metta?”

“It’s a letter from Norman! It looks like he moved to some place called Hoenn. He’s still a gym leader from what it says, but he’s already started a family! He married a girl named Caroline and had a beautiful baby girl named May. She’s actually pregnant with their second child right now, but they’re still debating whether to name him Brendan or Max.”

“Meloetta la metta!”

“Hey, I know I’m a late bloomer, but I’m getting married too! I may not have the kids just yet--unless there’s something someone isn’t telling me--but I still have the rest of my life ahead of me to figure that stuff out!”

“La mel…”

“Wait, what do you mean I can’t have sex with you anymore?! She’ll be OK with it! OK, how about this? What if we invite her to do it with us? Would that--”

“La metta!”

“OW! Meloetta, your close combat is supposed to make you weaker, isn’t it? Why is it that every single time you use it, I feel like it hurts more and more every time?”

“Meloetta metta.”

*Knock, knock, knock!*

Suddenly, Brad turned his head to see his dad at the door, wearing a fancy tuxedo while smiling through his tears. “She’s ready for you, Flash,” he said, turning around the corner before he let the emotions on his face show any more.

Then, turning his face towards Meloetta, he sighed nervously and said with a smile of his own, “OK… Let’s do this.”

“Mel la metta!”

Once Brad had made it down the hall, shaking hands with all of his old friends, classmates and relatives, he arrived at the altar where a bald man waited to espouse him. The bride wasn’t there yet, which made his heart flip violently through his chest, making the seconds seem like hours and the minutes seem like years. Even with his best pokéman at his side, he could barely keep the nerves from overpowering his will not to throw up. It would be a funny story to tell the kids one day, but not so much for the building supervisor.

Then, with the organ playing in the background, she finally began walking towards the altar, wearing a white dress that made her look like a literal angel, here to save him from his previous life. Even though he had been waiting for this moment for years, the fact that it was here now was making him shake anxiously until his beautiful bride grabbed him by the hand, calming down all the butterfrees in his stomach. He couldn’t believe that the stars had aligned so perfectly to where he stumbled across her, and it was even harder to believe that she could ever have fallen in love with a punk like him.

“Dearly beloved,” the priest began, “we are gathered here today to celebrate this wonderful young couple in holy matrimony, which is an honorable estate, that is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently and soberly. Into this estate these two persons present come now to be joined.”

Even as the priest continued to speak, even upon giving his vows, he couldn’t stop smiling like a dufus, chuckling under his breath that the exciting day had finally come. It was here. He was actually getting married! Nobody could believe it before today, but now that the day was actually upon them, he was the one having a hard time comprehending that it was actually happening. Then, as he slid his wedding ring onto his new wife, a single tear dripped down his cheek, which his beautiful bride wiped away upon shedding a tear herself.

“You may kiss the bride.”

Finally, the moment that seemed like would never come! With all of his emotions spiraling into the one moment, Brad reached his arms around his new wife’s waist, giving her the most tender kiss he had ever given anyone in his whole life.

Then, for the first time in his entire life, he finally uttered the words, “I love you.”

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“Tsaaaaar! "

Author's Notes:

Thank you so much to everyone who read this story! I have put so much time and energy into writing this, spending hours, sometimes even days where I would sit down at a computer and make sure I got this story out on time. Well, except for this last one. Let me know what you guys thought of the ending! Again, I can't thank you all enough for spending the time to read almost 100k words about pokémon battles and degenerate sex acts. It's been a ton of fun.