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.