“Nobody knows a goddamned thing about North fuckin’ Dakota!” Akane Redwood quivered as she trotted down the cobblestone sidewalk of Bismarck’s central square.

 

Rikkun—the Lizardon ace of Akane’s many Pokemon—trudged aside his dear partner, neck craning around to take in the new sights. “I sure do love the architecture, though!”

 

“Yeah, but do they got insulation?” A sneeze broke the woman’s flow, “‘Cause its fuckin’ cold as hell out here!”

 

“Wanna ride on my back? It’ll warm you up!” Rikkun squeaked, his cadence quite cute, as always.

 

“Nope, gotta stretch my legs, that plan ride was murder!”

 

“You could’ve just flown on my back! Then we could take breaks!”

 

“That’d take too long. I wanna finish defeating the other forty-nine champions before the June!”

 

In a concerned whisper the Lizardon retorted “Just make sure to take care of yourself…”

 

Akane ended her jovial stepping to stop and turn to her Lizardon, “Don’t worry about me, sweetie, I’mma rest plenty after I issue my challenge.”

 

Rikkun wore a concerned face nevertheless.

 

The duo from Masara Town, Kantou, Japan, eventually reached their destination: a shabby-looking local hardware store. Rikkun took stock of the sliding doors that looked like they had been installed twenty years ago and not maintained or cleaned since and wondered if he could even walk through them. Eventually settling on retracting his wings as much as possible as he followed his trainer inside Rikkun still found himself slightly stuck between the slowly opening electric doors. Staring down at the track of the door a concerned look was born across the face of the fire/flying-type Pokemon. “Uh…sorry,” Rikkun squeaked at an employee manning the checkout counter, “I think the track is, um…dirty…”

 

The employee didn’t care, appearing dead on the inside from years of working retail. Akane turned back to find her companion stuck, “Well, just push the doors aside, sir!”

 

With an “Oh!” and a gentle push the Lizardon easily pushed the doors aside, walked into the store, turned around—knocking over overly crowded merchandise displays—and shut the doors behind him before attempting to bend over and pick up the things he knocked over, which only led to him knocking over more stuff, “Why is it so crowded in here?!” the Lizardon whined.

 

Akane continued her trek through the crowded hardware store, where the aisles were so scrunched together that they could only rightfully fit maybe one person at a time and stretched on for twenty feet, leaving little space between the front and back counters and the beginning and end of each aisle. “Who the fuck designed this store?” Finally, Akane came across an old man staring at the weed eater twine.

 

The old man, about seventy-five, had wildly unkempt hair and insulated himself in a thick, puffy jacket. His glasses thick, he nevertheless stared diligently trying to figure out the proper twine for his weed whacker. Hunched over and mouth agape as if he’d never seen twine before, the old man shot his eyes back and forth between the package in his hand and others hanging on the backing of the aisle shelf.

 

Akane stared at the old man, unnoticed, for one hundred thirty seconds before making herself known, “Hey, you Dougie Flanders?”

 

“Huh?!” the old man responded with a shout, shooting his eyes to his left where he imagined the voice originated from. Squinting his eyes the old man took in the sight, a young woman of maybe twenty-three dressed in a black dress with a red-and-white jacket with unfortunately short sleeves doing a poor job of keeping her warm. The woman had a suitcase on wheels in tow and a smart phone in her hand that judging by the angle had a photo of him on the screen. “Huh?!” he responded again.

 

“I said, are you this Dougie Flanders motherfucker?” Akane countered, seeing if she could agitate the geezer’s fighting spirit.

 

“The hell’s it matter to you?” the old man countered, returning his attention to the twine in his hand.

 

“I’m here to challenge you to an official title defense for tomorrow. I want your North Dakota State Super Champion title!”

 

“Huh?! Why would you want that?”

 

“So I can have all fifty US State Super Championships, duh!”

 

“Huh?!”

 

Akane was beginning to wonder if the old man was fucking with her, “I want to win all fifty State Super Championships so I can get Ms. Lopez to battle me!”

 

“Huh?! Ms. Lopez? Yeah, she’s hot ain’t she? Huh?! What?!”

 

Akane contemplated picking up a lawn mower blade and throwing it at the old man, “I want to battle her!”

 

“Huh?! Then battle her!”

 

“She won’t accept a title match, so I need to embarrass her into doing it!”

 

“Huh?! This ain’t some joke, is it?”

 

“Oh my fucking god you old man, no, it’s not!”

 

“Huh?!”

 

“For fuck’s sake, just battle me!”

 

“Huh?! Battle you? Then just make an appointment with the State League office!”

 

“I’m giving you a professional courtesy!”

 

“Huh?! I already have a wife, little missy!”

 

Akane knocked over a display of paint buckets, leapt over the still fumbling Rikkun and out the hardware store and screamed into the skies above the Bismarck town center.

 

***

 

            “Eww, another old guy?” Junko flirted, pointedly making a comically disgusted face over the video call.

 

            Akane couldn’t help but crack a smile at her wife’s pronounced facial expression but thought better about affording her a giggle, “If you can believe it he’s even older than the last one, hon!”

 

            “Heavens!  I hope you’re not developing a kink for older men, ma’am!” Junko gagged, comically grabbing her swollen right breast as if she was being groped by a perverted old man, “Nooo, don’t groped me, you old codger!”

 

            ‘Don’t giggle, Akane, make her work for it!’

 

            Junko grabbed again, her falsetto pleas reaching comical proportions, “No, please, not in front of my perverted, sexy dick girl wifey~!”

 

            ‘Trying to make me horny now, are you?’ It took quite a bit of restraint not to snort at that one.

 

            “I ME~AN, I KN~OW MY HORNY SLUT WAIFU LIKES GETTING CUMMONED ALL O~VER BY OLD ME~N BU~TTTTT~” Junko’s voice was beginning to trail off as she started getting wet herself, much to her own embarrassment.

 

            ‘God, she’s such a dork,’ Akane couldn’t help but soften her facial expression, dropping her tensing of her muscles to prevent a giggle.

 

            “Oh shit, I’m leaking!” Junko observed almost nonchalantly as she dropped her grip on her right breast.

 

            Akane burst into a fit of giggles that lasted for the next hour. 

 

***

 

            The roar of the crowd bore into Akane’s mind. This was not the first time she’d been in front of sixty thousand battle fans—heck, even two days ago she’d been in New Hampshire doing the same thing—but it was one more pain in the neck on top of the fucking freeze that turned the North Dakotan air into knives in the young woman’s lungs. “Damn it all, it’s cold as Hell!” Not even a hand warmer and thermal under armor was enough to beat the cold.

 

            North Dakota State Super Champion Dougie Flanders stepped out of the hallway on the opposite side of the battlefield and was welcomed by the roar of the crowd.  The exit of the hallway was built into walls about ten feet high that wrapped around the entire battlefield. A force field generated from the top of said wall so as to protect the audience from stay Pokemon attacks…and stray Pokemon.

 

            “Guy’s somehow older and whiter than what’s-his-face and yet actually has a crowd that’ll cheer for him, huh?” An amused Akane mused; retightening her patently combed black pony-tail.

 

            The referee—rocking that polo—stood up to his place at the side of the field and waved his cute little flags. Akane was pleased to spot a Bisexual Pride pin on his collar but her thoughts were immediately broken by the commanding voice of the twunk: “This State Super Championship match will be a six-versus-six Full Battle. Both trainers may change their Pokemon as they please. The first trainer to knock unconscious all six of their opponent’s Pokemon will be declared the winner!”

 

            ‘Might as well get the ball rolling then,’ the Japanese Champion thought, hoping to heat up her bones as quickly as possible. Snapping a Monster Ball off of her jeans’ belt the black-haired woman pressed the button on its front to enlarge the device and then tossed it onto the field, “Start us off with a bang, Rikkun!” Out from the Monster Ball burst Rikkun, Akane’s ace and her first Pokemon. The Lizardon soared through the skies to build up excitement from the crowd before landing onto the field with a thud and a roar.

 

            Flanders—the decrepit fuck—flicked a Super Ball onto the field and from it sprang Namazun, a Pokemon he’d only begun using in official League battles ten years prior. “Namazun, Water Pulse!” The wily old man wasted no time and neither did his water/ground-type. With a slap of his fin against the ground Namazun expelled from his body a wave of blue, water-type elemental energy. Normally, by spreading across the entire field the wave would have definitely hit Rikkun but luckily for the Lizardon he could take to the skies with his wings!

 

Akane Redwood: Lizardon

Dougie Flanders: Namazun

 

            “Rikkun, Air Slash!”

 

            Swift as a samurai drawing his sword to slay his foe, the seasoned Lizardon poured elemental energy into his wings before snapping them toward his foe’s direction, sending two blades of blue flying-type energy at the partial ground-type Pokemon. The blades were—unfortunately—halted by their target’s Stone Edge, which burst through the blades of flying-type energy and nearly slammed into the Lizardon from whence they came.

 

            “Oh, shit!” Rikkun gasped as he narrowly dodged the thankfully hindered shards of rocks. A direct hit would have been extremely bad for him. The Lizardon fired off a Flamethrower in retaliation but Namazun easily dodged by slamming his Aqua Tail-powered tail fin into the clay battlefield to propel himself into the sky.

 

            ‘Damn, can’t have Rikkun taking damage this early on,” Akane calculated. Grabbing Rikkun’s Monster Ball, Akane returned her fire/flying-type friend to his little home, “Sorry honey, we gotta save you for later!” Rikkun gave the cutest, most crowd-pleasing little pout as the red energy of his Monster Ball de-materialized him and drew him back in for a rest. “Megumi, you’re up!”

 

            Out from a Hyper Ball burst the Habunake that joined Akane on her journey in Hou’en six years ago amidst the 1997 war with the Magma and Aqua Gangs. The light caught just right on her blade-esque tail, giving the poison-type trademark feature that lovely extra layer of deathliness. A hiss from the black snake Pokemon even had some children in the stands begin to weep! “Ssssssso, this is my prrrrrey? Goooddddddddd!”

 

Akane Redwood: Lizardon, Habunake

Dougie Flanders: Namazun

 

            Akane almost rolled her eyes at her Habunake’s gimmick, “What are you, the female Wakamoto Norio?” although she had to admit it was a nice aesthetic. “Let’s get that big bastard off the field ASAP, open with Poison Jab!”

 

            With blinding speed Megumi leapt at the big blue chum while channeling poison-type elemental energy into her blade-esque tail. With a swift swipe Megumi turned her body and jabbed at Namazun. For his part, the water/ground-type simply turned to his side and used his close proximity to the poison-type to fire off a Mud Bomb directly in her face, the explosion from which he was able to ride to gain distance between himself and his foe. Megumi, sent flying by the close-range and quite-literally-in-your-face Mud Bomb, slammed into the energy field meant to protect the crowd and suffered a mild shock as the field did its job.

 

            “Namazun, use Earthquake!”

 

            Inevitably, a massive surge of ground-type energy poured out of the fish and sent the stadium force fields into a tizzy. Megumi the Habunake—for her part—was attempting to neutralize the assault by using her own Earthquake. Unfortunately for her, Namazun was not slow on the uptake and fired off another Mud Bomb her way.

 

            “Megumi, use ‘X-Scissor’ and the appropriate follow-up!!”

 

            Counter strategies were basic skills for any competitive trainer and Pokemon and Megumi was no stranger to using offense to defend and then following her attacks up by planting ‘seeds’ of her own. Of course, Namazun was also quite used to the fearsomeness of Toxic and was ready to dodge the expected attack the moment a poison-type Pokemon such as Habunake hit the field.

 

            Megumi—of course—expected it.

 

            Springing forward with her tail, Megumi attempted a Poison Fang, only to be countered by an Aqua Tail. Not one to be stopped so easily, Megumi used the force of the impact to twist around mid-air and slice with her tail, directly slicing open the flesh below Namazun’s left fin. The old man’s Pokemon wailed in pain, leaving Megumi with just the opening she needed to sing her Poison Fangs into the fish and tear out a chunk of flesh.

 

            “Namazun, use Rest!”

 

            “Shit, Giga Drain!”

 

            “Gotcha, sprout!”

 

            Namazun bit his inner lip and—catching the snake off guard—slammed a Zen Headbutt into her unsuspecting head, sending her flying back.

 

            “How in the hell?!” Akane was incredulous before remembering that she’d done the same ‘false-call’ herself plenty of times in the past. With Megumi knocked back into the force field and struggling to regain her own combat stance Akane felt sweat break through her back at last as Namazun’s health quickly began to recover. Luckily, her Habunake gal pal knew exactly what to do in this situation.

 

            Green energy vines shot out and wrapped themselves around the sleeping Namazun, quickly absorbing his energy and transferring it to Habunake. Flanders grumbled at the situation but nevertheless moved forward, “Sleep Talk!”

 

            Much to Akane’s chagrin, Namazun fired off a Mud Ball despite being asleep. “Dig!”

 

            Megumi dodged her foe’s attack in short order, slamming up and into Namazun from below moments later. With the two Pokemon now twenty feet mid-air the Habunake summoned forth her renewed strength and unleashed two dozen Poison Jabs, each with enough strength to just barely pierce her foe’s flesh and send him flying back into the battlefield with a nasty thud.

 

            Namazun used Sleep Talk once more to unleash a surprise Zen Headbutt but Megumi’s body moved with seasoned instinct and dodged reflexively before her head shot foreword and sunk its Poison Fangs back into the now grounded water/ground-type Pokemon. Finally, now poisoned, Namazun burst back to consciousness and attempted to use Aqua Tail to slap his Habunake foe off of him but the poisonous snake declined to let go and even switched over to using a direct-contact Giga Drain, thus speeding up the energy drain. Namazun was out cold before he could even hear his trainer’s next command

 

            “Namazun is unable to battle!” The bisexual twunk referee declared.

 

            With nary a ‘thanks’ of his Namazun the North Dakota State Super Champion replaced his fallen comrade with a Jibacoil.

 

Akane Redwood: Lizardon, Habunake

Dougie Flanders: [Namazun], Jibacoil

 

            Megumi had nary a second to celebrate before the enemy’s Jibacoil appeared before her. They were part steel-type, her natural enemy. Their ability to levitate made them difficult to hit with ground-type attacks, too. ‘My Flamethrower—which the old man and this Jibacoil lunk no doubt have me use in my matches uploaded to the internet—is my one line of defense here.’ Clearing her throat, Megumi shouted to her mistress, “Oh, lord, girl, I’m not in the mood for thisssssss ssssssssshit!”    

 

          Akane replied with something of a sarcastic frown, if ever one was possible, “Yeah, shit, me neither. Return!” With Megumi back in her Hyper Ball the screen changed once more to reflect the match so far.

 

            “You’re up, Daniel!” Out of a Hyper Ball erupted Daniel, Akane’s Dageki, who was already using Build Up to raise his Attack and Defense stats. Akane was non-plussed by the almost immediate appearance of a target symbol on the head of her Dageki! The crowd went wild. They knew what was coming next and so did Akane, “Daniel: strike first, strike hard!!”

 

Akane Redwood: Lizardon, Habunake, Dageki

Dougie Flanders: [Namazun], Jibacoil

 

 

            And so Daniel struck first. Blinding speed granted by his carved calves left him able to leap from the ground and at his levitating foe. Jibacoil knew it was pointless to dodge or defend and simply focused on preparing their Zap Cannon. Daniel raised his right hand above his head in a chopping form and prepared to slice down with it, until Jibacoil fired their Zap Cannon at close range, engulfing them both. Both Pokemon slammed down onto the battlefield with a deafening noise.  

 

            “Daniel, are you good?” Akane shouted, fearful of the full effect of not just the most powerful electric-type attack coming from a Pokemon with a same-type attack bonus but also because combing the natural pull of gravity with an explosion would have made that neck-first crash back into the ground quite a bit nastier than normal.

 

            Daniel, for his part, regained his footing better than anyone would have expected in their right mind, “Shit,” a mumble bumbled out of the fighting-type monster’s mouth, “That hurt…but never mind that!”

 

            Watching her Pokemon of three years dash back at her grounded foe far sooner than she had expected he could recover, Akane broke her forward-crouch to straighten and stretch her back; the sound of her spine creaking was almost audible to her over the roar of the crowd.

 

            “Atatatatata!!” Dageki’s Build Up-powered ‘In Fight’ was rumored to have killed a terrorist’s Haneil once and that fact did not escape Jibacoil as they struggled to break free of their pinned position within the battlefield. The words of their master echoed in their mind and—breath baited—with Dageki now in range—pounding away on their steel form—Jibacoil unleashed a massive burst of Thunder, striking the fighting-type with the nastiest volts it had ever felt. Daniel dropped face-first into the steel Pokemon’s hard body after being caught off-guard so suddenly.

 

Daniel would admit to Akane after the match that his memory of that moment was non-existent.

 

“Daniel, get up!”

 

Daniel did not respond.

 

“He will not get up!” Jibacoil sneered, breaking character.

 

“Oh, so you do speak?” Flanders muttered under his breath as he rolled his eyes.

 

Tearing themselves out of the ground and returning to levitating, Jibacoil began emitting a blue energy while levitating just above their foe.

 

‘Fucked anyway,’ playing possum no more, Daniel—face still planted in the battlefield—shot his left hand up and grabbed a hold of the electric/steel-type Pokemon and slammed him into the ground.

 

Jibacoil blanched, then hurriedly tried to unleash a 100,000 Volts.

 

Daniel the Dageki refused to let go of his foe and even managed to regain his footing while holding tight to Jibacoil and withstanding a 100,000 Volts, “Fucked  anyway!!!” Left hand holding Jibacoil against the ground, Dageki quickly began unleashing Fire Punches and Double Kicks into his foe’s face. 

 

            The electronic screeches of pain were quite unpleasant to the entire stadium.

 

            A red beam of energy swiftly captured and absorbed Jibacoil back into their Ball, “Tough sprouts, ain’t yas?”

 

            “Don’t get sentimental on me now, old man!” Akane smirked, brushing her right index finger across her upper lip. Jibacoil was surely biding their time until they’d recovered some sense after taking such a beating.

 

***

 

Miss Lopez poured herself a glass of Rosé, turned to her girlfriend, and offered her one, only to be turned down as Martha injected herself and then took a hit of her blunt. “Sorry babe,” Martha explained, “Rosé gets me weepy.”

 

Affording herself a curt smirk, Miss Lopez strode gracefully across her living room floor and laid herself across the lap of her girlfriend and waited with an expectant air for the woman to wrap her arms around her waist.

 

“Cheeky girl, aren’t we?” Martha grinned as she gave the US Pokemon Champion what she wanted. Whispering into the woman’s left ear Martha let slip a sense of her anticipation, “If you’re going to be so bratty maybe you should get hit on your cheeks so that you learn some manners?”

 

Miss Lopez almost let slip a reputation-breaking giggle as she felt her girlfriend’s erection lifting against her ass. “Now whose being cheeky?” the champion mused in a whisper made all the better by her low voice, “Well, I suppose you’ve been a good girl waiting for me to come home all week.” Hoping to up the ante, Miss Lopez slid off of her girlfriend’s lap and got on her knees, slowly and meticulously undoing her girlfriend’s jean shorts. Her skin might have been soft but goodness was her erection not.

 

Rosé-stained saliva ceremoniously slipped out the mouth of Miss Lopez, soaking across the chin of the Master-level trainer and down upon Martha’s dick, slathering it like honey on bread.

 

“Just what I need, to cry while cumming,” Martha cracked as she gently led her girlfriend’s sheath over her sword. When the finest trainer in the United States playfully nibbled on her girlfriend’s shaft the younger woman yelp, “Crucified Christ Valley Girl, watch the goods!”

 

“Well, no use pretending my girlfriend’s reaction cute isn’t cute,” Valeria Lopez thought with muffled giggle. With an audible pop Miss Lopez unsheathed her girlfriend’s sword and grinned a grin many of her fans would have found out-of-character, “Sorry babe, you just know how I get when I see that monster cock of yours.”

 

“Christ Valley Girl, stop breaking character!” Martha chortled, patting her brunette pup on the head, “If you want a cock to suck in the morning you’re going to need to NOT bite it off, y’hear?”

 

A stare more piercing than a thousand swords struck Martha in her heart, “Then maybe you ought to remind me whose boss?”

 

‘Cheeky brat.’      

 

***

 

Akane Redwood: Lizardon, Habunake, Dageki

Dougie Flanders: [Namazun], Jibacoil, Kenhallow

 

            A male Kenhallow soon replaced Jibacoil on the battlefield, prompting a grown from Dageki. With the adrenaline now fading from his body the fighting-type could definitely feel the adverse effects of the Thunder Wave he tanked coming to the surface, “Damn it all…” Blades of flying-type energy generated by the still-fresh Kenhallow sliced through the air and into the Dageki’s knee caps before he could even react. As blood spurted out and stained his white dougi Daniel yelped.

 

            “Daniel, Stone Edge!”

 

            Taking a deep breath, Daniel the Dageki channeled his ki to trigger the cells within his body that allowed him to use rock-type attacks. Pouring his ki into those cells and applying the feeling of ‘rock-type’ to them, the Dageki summoned stones from both atop and below the soil beneath his feet and sent them flying. Kenhallow—a normal/flying-type—did his best to dodge the stones without being hit and with his blinding speed had little trouble doing so.

 

            ‘Gotta hit them from afar,’ Flanders mused to himself, ‘The second we go in for a direct assault we’ll be ensnared and then taken out…’ Straightening his posture the pops shouted his next command into the sky, “Feather Dance!”

 

            Flying his wings the majestically soaring Kenhallow began to leave behind and drop feather-shaped energy that swiftly clung to the Dageki—despite his attempts to dodge.

 

            As Dageki already began to feel the effects of the feathers Akane grimaced, well aware that the Feather Dance technique harshly reduced the physical power and speed of whoever touched them. Dageki prompting began to use Build Up so as to raise his physical strength again but that simply left him open to several Air Slash blades that sliced open his pecs and deltoids before he could even finish his Build Up.

 

            ‘Build Up also increases the physical defense…well then…’

 

            Akane wanted to vomit when she noticed the enemy Kenhallow—flying high in the sky—now using the Work Up technique to increase his attack and special attack. Dageki—to prevent anymore blood loss—was using Fire Punch to cauterize his wounds as she had taught him. It was a painful process but against such a powerful—and even growing sharper—Air Slash he had little other choice. ‘Should I switch out to Denise? But if I do then Daniel’s stats will return to their base levels…damn…’

 

            Daniel—for his part—had sealed his wounds—but not for long. The disgruntled fighting-type retook his fighting pose and fired off another Stone Edge, which of course missed…not that Kenhallow didn’t get hit of course.

 

Much to the normal/flying-type’s shock his fighting-type foe had simply used the high-speed flying stone as a means of movement. Thanks to jumping from flying-stone-to-flying-stone after launching them Daniel the Dageki had closed the gap between himself and swiftly unloaded a nasty In Fight.

 

“Atatatatata!!” the barrage of punches didn’t let up for quite some time. Finally, gravity began to catch up with the two and pulled them down towards the battlefield. Not one to miss the opportunity, Daniel grabbed the stunned Kenhallow and slammed him into the battlefield below.

 

Back nearly shattered, Kenhallow struggled to fire off one last Air Slash, but eventually managed to do so at the cost of dislocating his left wing. The blades of flying-type energy—dulled by the poor health of their maker—nevertheless sliced upward through the air.

 

‘Shit!’ Unable to dodge in mid-descent, Daniel haphazardly attempted to dispel the Air Slash blades with a Focus Blast. Haphazard as his formation of the blast was the resulting explosion from the colliding attacks was just strong enough to brunt the Dageki’s descent. ‘Just gotta fall through the smoke screen and deliver the final blow!’ Daniel’s hubris eventually caught up with him.

 

It shouldn’t have been possible, but somewhere in his mind Kenhallow found the will power to stand back up with his legs alone, engulf himself in a powerful gold and orange aura, and slammed back into the fighting-type Pokemon he was tasked with defeating. They collided mid-smoke cloud, with a particularly guttural roar from both fighters cutting through the roaring crowd.

 

“Was that God Bird?!” Akane asked, as if it were a curse.

 

Indeed, it was God Bird, the one sure-kill option the damned bird had left.

 

Both trainers’ Pokemon fell out of the smoke cloud and hit the ground unconscious. Akane was incredulous but the old man felt only to recall his Pokemon to his Monster Ball so as to hand him off to the stadium staff member to begin treatment at the stadium’s built-in Pokemon Center. Akane thanked Daniel, speaking to him through his Hyper Ball after recalling him.

 

“Orson, come on out!”

 

Out from a Monster Ball sprouted the large, blue water-type from Jouto: Orson the Ordile. Orson had joined Akane’s team five years ago now and was one of her reliable heavy-hitters. Too bad he now had to face down a Baivanilla.

 

Akane Redwood: Lizardon, Habunake, [Dageki], Ordile

Dougie Flanders: [Namazun], Jibacoil, [Kenhallow], Baivanilla

 

“Orson, use Dragon Dance!”

 

‘So, she’s going to try to overwhelm us with physical power and speed, is she?’

 

Twin dragons made of purple energy burst out of the colossal Ordile and seemed to dance in the air around him before diving down his wide, open jaw. It was quite a monstrous sight for some in the crowd that day.

 

“Baivanilla, use Hail!” the old man grinned, pleased with himself for his forthcoming strategy.

 

Orson merely continued to repeat the Dragon Dance technique, maximizing his speed and physical attack power despite taking nasty hits from the falling hail.

 

Thrusting a thumb forward Flanders charged ahead at full speed, “Use Blizzard!”

 

The hailstorm only grew nastier and nastier as Baivanilla began pouring ice-type energy out to directly assault her foe. With Ordile’s vision and mind now obscured by the Blizzard hailstorm Baivanilla knew it was the perfect time to slip in Icicle Spears, each of which pierced and drew blood from the water-type.

 

Welcoming the cool breeze as one might mid-intense battle Akane nevertheless did not care for her Pokemon’s foreword march to be hampered. Orson’s grumpiness was likely triggered by the barrage of attacks from all directions so she knew an intentional order might be in order. Reaching into the water-type’s mind Akane shouted with gusto: ‘Orson, use Rain Dance, that’ll dispel the Hail!’

 

‘Shit, that’s right!’ Orson replied, never giving any indication to their foes that Team Redwood was now about to launch a counterattack. Summoning his strength, Orson unleashes a wave of blue energy that formed into several small dancing Ordiles that steadily climbed into the air and merged with the clouds producing the hail above. Almost instantly the Hail was replaced by one hell of a downpour.

 

This—of course—was exactly as Flanders had planned. A beam of red energy turned Baivanilla to her Hyper Ball. Ordile and Akane both knew exactly what was coming next and neither one of them had anything to say in response that could be broadcast on television.

 

Out from their Monster Ball came Jibacoil, slightly refreshed from thirty minutes of rest. A Thunder attack instantly burst forth from the electric/steel-type Pokemon and traveled through the rain instantaneously, outmatching even the enhanced speed of Ordile after using Dragon Dance three times.

 

Orson—naturally furious—fought through the pain of the massive shock and leapt forward at speeds a child in the stands would later recite to their friend as “fucking amazing” and slammed into Jibacoil with Aqua Jet. With his foe just enough off balance from the Aqua Jet Orson saw fit to use a close-range Scald, which not only burned the asshole but sent them flying into the side wall of the arena, just below the protective energy field. Orson—now freed from the thundering onslaught of Thunder—turned up the heat on his Scald, determined to superheat the steel hunk until it knew only unending burning.

 

“Damn girl, call off your beast before he kills my Jibacoil!” Flanders quickly returned his Jibacoil…well, tried to.

 

Determined not to go down against a water-type Pokemon Jibacoil spontaneously unleashed Protect and then Double Team to split away from the Ordile’s scalding-hot Scald. “Damned…if…I fall to a water-type,” the Jibacoil screeched. Jibacoil could feel their vision blurring quickly, but that’s what Lock-On was for. Deploying a Lock-On symbol on their foe’s stomach Jibacoil then saw fit to fire off a Zap Cannon.

 

“Orson, Dig!” and dig did Orson! Within seconds the crocodile was underground, digging a tunnel to try and strike the now low-levitating Jibacoil. Of course, the Zap Cannon ball of energy followed Orson underground…which was exactly what Akane wanted!

 

‘Destroy the tunnel behind you!’ Akane roared, her passion reaching Ordile and reinvigorating him. With a kick of his right hind leg Orson triggered a strong enough cave in to block and force the triggering of the Zap Cannon. Riding the shockwaves of the explosion, Ordon leapt out from the ground and struck Jibacoil, sending them flying into the air, crashing against the energy field protecting the nosebleeds and then falling back to the battlefield with a nasty clunk.

 

“Jibacoil is unable to battle!” Akane idly had fujoshi thoughts about the Bisexual Twunk Referee before the arrival of Flanders’ next Pokemon broke her from her lewd daydream.

 

Akane Redwood: Lizardon, Habunake, [Dageki], Ordile 

Dougie Flanders: [Namazun], [Jibacoil], [Kenhallow], Baivanilla 

 

            The half-bald Dougie Flanders scratched his poorly kempt hair as he considered his next move, ‘Should I use Baivanilla again? Eeeh, she’s probably too beaten and burned to battle anymore. I suppose I ought to just keep her as a last resort…’ The answer was quite simple, then. Plucking a Monster Ball out of his trench coat old man enlarged the ball and tossed it onto the field. Out from the sphere came his ace, Ace the Windie. The one Akane knew best to look out for. The gravelly voice of the American coughed out of his nigh-toothless maw, “Ace, use Sunny Day!”

 

            Ace summoned his fire-type elemental energy into his mouth and formed a large ball of solar energy before spitting it out high into the sky. The fire-type technique spread through the clouds and cleared them away in an almost incinerating manner. Ace’s esteemed opponent was not a fan of losing his downpour. 

 

            “I am NOT a fan of losing my downpour,” Orson grumbled to himself as he surrounded himself in a blue aura of energy that quickly ‘burst’ into an aura of water. With a might stomp of his right foot the Ordile leapt off the ground and headed straight forward with a high-speed Aqua Jet. ‘Damned if I let this mutt bastard hit me with Solar Beam!’

 

            Any other Pokemon would have been overwhelmed by the high-speed above-water-yet-made-of-water torpedo headed straight their way. Ace was no other Pokemon. Surrounding himself in fire and balancing with his Normal-type energy the fire-type beast responded to the Aqua Jet in kind with an Extreme Speed and Flame Wheel combination his crotchety old master called ‘Extreme Flame’.

 

            The collision of the speed high-speed elements resulted in an abrupt eruption of steam. Both Pokemon broke from their tug of water thanks to the explosion shockwaves but immediately leapt back into the fray. Thirty-three different explosions rocked the Bismarck stadium. Pokemon League officials threatened to adjust the frequency of the shields protecting the crowds so as to dampen the noise of the explosions caused by both beasts beautiful battle but the eruption of bold blows emboldened the crowd’s roar to new heights. The North Dakota Pokemon League’s Chief Assistant to the North Dakota Pokemon League Chairman—that is to say, Flanders—might have even shed a tear at the sight of the old man engaged in a full-blown battle for the first time in years. It’s still debated among the staff the younger man led, though.

 

            Finally, Orson’s breathing caught irregular and Ace was quick to take advantage. With a gleam in his eyes Ace pulled back just before making contact with the Ordile’s aura of water and launched a Solar Beam through his own aura of fire and essentially throat-punched the big blue bastard with a Solar Beam that sent the Pokemon flying and flipping backwards twenty feet into the air. Akane said something that live broadcasters had to bleep but if you checked the official stream was still a quite audibly discernible “Windie cocksucker!” Mrs. Redwood would later admit to the press that she regretted using ‘cocksucker’ as anything but a compliment.

 

            Orson wasn’t sure what had happened at first; initially awakening by the time his body had fully hit the ground. The big blue bastard was quick to make sure he regained his footing lest the bisexual twunk officiating the match decided to declare him unfit for battle. A pink aura caught Orson’s attention quite quickly after he regained his footing. “Goddamn…is he using Agility?”

 

            He was indeed using Agility. Ace’s rising speed was matched only by his rising roar as he summoned forth his maximum speed as quickly as he possibly could.

 

            Akane knew they only had a moment to spare before they were done for, “Orson, Aqua Jet!”

 

            Alas, even but a moment is too fleeting. Biding his time for the right bite time, Ace the Windie simply stepped aside before making contact with the torpedo of water and bit down on the left side of his Ordile foe’s neck with Thunder Fang. Blood gushed out only to evaporate in the presence of the fiery beast before it could touch anything but air.

 

            Orson hit the ground with a thud and rolled to his right in the vain hope of putting some distance between them. Standing on all fours the crocodile let loose a mid-range Hydro Pump but even that was too far a distance and the speedy Windie was readily in the wind.

 

            Orson quickly watered the ground beneath him to create mud to place on his gushing neck in hopes of ending the bleeding. It wasn’t particularly effective, unfortunately, and thoughts of how to hit that speedy beast bastard quickly resurfaced. With a roar the Ordile unleashed another wave of blue energy into the sky to dispel the effectives off the Sunny Day, hoping at least to prevent anymore quick Solar Beams.

 

            Akane smirked. With Ordile’s Rain Dance there was no way that Windie’s Sunny Day would ever stay in effect, meaning no speedy Solar Beams to threaten him.

 

            Unfortunately, Dougie Flanders was more experienced than he let on.

 

            “Ace, use Sunny Day!”

 

            Ace the Windie did as any Windie firing off a sphere of fire-type energy into the sky would. First the fire-type elemental energy surged through the Windie’s body and traveled quickly into his mouth. A ball of orange-yellow swiftly grew in Ace’s snout, growing to the size of a basketball. Then—much to Akane and Ordile’s dismay—instead of shooting off into the sky to dispel and replace the cloudy effect’s of Ordile’s Rain Dance the Windie instead crunched down on and took the Sunny Day energy ball back into his body, erupting Windie into a new, blazing red and black form.

 

            “Oh, shit?!” Akane and Ordile guffawed in unison.

 

            “We normally don’t use Solar Mode when a match is going to be on video or streamed,” Dougie Flanders flirted with a slight cocky swagger, “But for a woman of your talent? It can’t be helped…”

 

            The crowd of raucous North Dakotans erupted into a chant peppered with cheers as their State Super Champion beamed at them, his wide, toothy, awkward grin being such that it could blind a Zubat.

 

            “So-lar Mode! So-lar Mode! So-lar Mode!” The chant was defeating, conquering the entirety of the stadium.

 

Akane thanked the universe for distracting her with a need to pee, “Thank God for Spironolactone, I guess!” she muttered under her breath. She wasn’t sure she could hear herself over the chanting.

 

            “Ace, use Solar Beam!”

 

            Instinct kicked in and Orson was beneath the ground just in time to avoid the grass-type beam. Digging through the field as quickly as possible Orson hoped to hit his foe with a ground-type energy assault directly on his ribcage. Unfortunately for Orson, the Windie was quite a bit faster now and with blinding speed appeared above the hole that the crocodile has dug and poured a Flamethrower stream down it. Orson replied with a Hydro Pump which filled the tunnel up and smacked his Windie foe straight in the face...playing right into Flanders’ hands.

 

            “Ace, Thunder Fang!”

 

            The moment the torrent of water shot up through the hole in the battlefield Ace  had already transferred the electric-type elemental energy into his maw and summarily used both the downpour and the torrent of water to super-charge his electric-type attack, which dutifully followed the stream of water back to its progenitor and shocked him half to death.

 

            “Oh shit, that was a good one!” Akane admitted in whisper, clapping her hands together. Taking a breath of air to calm herself the trainer of eight years experience pour a bit of her own energy into her Ordile friend, ‘Hang in there sweetie, remember what to do in this situation!’

 

            Another stream of fire quickly poured down into Ordile’s underground abode.

 

Orson dug faster as the heat quickly gained on his ass before remembering the countermeasure he and Akane has previously practiced: causing a cave in behind him. With a thunderous kick Orson sealed the tunnel behind him in quick measure.

 

            Ace calmed his breathing, sharpening his six senses in hopes of tracking the water-type Pokemon’s strike angle and timing. ‘Ignore the sound of the rain,’ Ace told himself. The rumbles predictably came closer-and-closer, louder-and-louder, until BOOM, the Ordile broken through the field just below the fire-type beast and fell right into his trap.

 

            The color drained from Akane’s face as she realized what the Windie was doing, “Orson, wait!” It was too late.

 

            Having timed it just right Ace leapt into the sky and fired off his full power, full speed Solar Beam directly at the Ordile still half-beneath the field. Orson was breathless as he fired off an Ice Beam to attempt to soften the blow of the massive beam descending upon him. A beam struggle ensued but Orson’s failing stamina gave out and the Solar Beam inevitably slugged him back into the tunnel from whence he never even managed to climb out of.

 

            The flaming-hot Windie gracefully touched-down on the field and waited for his opponent’s next move. For his part, Orson struggled out of the tunnel and made it a few steps on all-fours before stopping to catch his breath. He didn’t even need to turn around to sense another Solar Mode-powered Solar Beam slicing through the rain right at him.  

           

            Ordile blanched at the high-speed beam of grass-type energy slicing through the downpour and slamming into his face too quickly for him to react. As he flew backward into the force field—for protecting the crowd from the battle—he could only think of how Sasuke the Gekkouga was telling the television back home “I told you so!” over a game a Shougi with Sarutobi the Goukazaru.

 

“Ordile is unable to battle!”

 

***

 

            “I told you so,” Sasuke the Gekkouga scoffed at the television as the referee declared Orson the Ordile unable to battle. Without even looking Sasuke captured one of Sarutobi’s knights, much to the Goukazaru’s screaming frustration.

 

            Cameron, Junko’s Kamex, nearly did a little Rain Dance of his own as he saw what Pokemon was succeeding Orson, “It’s Miss Denise!”

 

            On the little television screen a Denryuu popped out of her Monster Ball and immediately unleashed a Thunder attack powered-up by the still raging Rain Dance.

 

            “It’s Miss Denise!!” Apparently, they were dating.

 

            “Cameron-kun, stop dancing in my living room you’re going to break the floor!!” Junko exasperated, a collection of her and her wife’s Pokemon working together to physically keep Cameron in place.

 

            “Good grief Cameron, be careful!” Utsubot shrieked as she held her old friend in place with her vines.

 

            The rumbling from Cameron’s little dance sent shockwaves through the floorboards and right up through the peg legs of the Shougi board separating Sarutobi from Sasuke, sending their campaign into disarray. Sarutobi shrieked even higher-pitched than Utsubot normally did as his odds grew worse by the rumble.

 

***

 

Akane Redwood: Lizardon, Habunake, [Dageki], [Ordile], Denryuu

Dougie Flanders: [Namazun], [Jibacoil], [Kenhallow], Baivanilla

 

            Back in North Dakota, Ace the Windie swiftly dodged the Thunder, much to the surprise of Denise the Denryuu. Denise couldn’t believe that Ace’s speed was still high enough to dodge a Thunder attack in the rain. A Solar Beam burned through the downpour straight for the electric-type but as she knew would happen the sheep Pokemon dodged the beam with Agility, set-up a Light Screen and Reflect, and then charged right for the fire-type beast with renewed vigor.

 

            “Fire Blast!” A giant 大 slammed right into Denryuu head-on but her resolve remained unshaken.

 

            ‘I don’t see any electric energy pouring out…could this be…?!’ Flanders scowled and then snapped his fingers. With a carefully timed leap Ace dodged his foe’s Bulldoze attack but unbeknownst to him fell right into her trap.

 

            “Now!” Akane shouted with glee.

 

            A wild smirk sprouted on the Denryuu’s face as she unleashed another roaring Thunder attack, this time at a foe stuck in the air. Dougie Flanders was not born yesterday, however, and suspected as much; “Flare Drive!” a red, fiercely aflame aura quickly surrounded and protected Ace. Denise nevertheless continued to pour the power on, doing her damndest to outlast the Windie’s wind.

 

Finally, the protective aura generated by Flare Drive broke but the Solar Mode Windie fired off another Fire Blast so hot it turned the rain to steam—steam which obscured his location—and blasted right down into the Denryuu below. Much to both of the girls’ chagrin, the Fire Blast burned Denise despite her Light Screen.

 

“Well fuck me,” Akane spat, wondering if she could call for a potty break to pee, “Denise, let’s show those bastards our own power up!” Akane held up her right wrist—a Mega Bangle wrapped around it—and tapped the Denryuunite snugly placed inside it. A sudden burst of energy washed over Akane and then oozed over to and spread across the Denryuu’s form. In a burst of energy and light a Mega Denryuu now stood in her place, albeit one suffering from burns. “Thunder Wave!”

 

            Mega Denryuu did her best to fire off a Thunder Wave but as both she and her mistress expected the extremely speedy Windie leapt into the air and avoided the wave of yellow energy covering the battlefield and becoming one with the force field protecting the stands.

 

            The water-type energy filling the skies above the stadium finally dissipated, leaving Mega Denryuu with no more sure-kill Thunders. Well, not that they had been very sure-kill against the Windie’s swift taking into the wind.

 

            “100,000 Volts!” Akane commanded, hoping at least to dictate the pace of the battle.

 

            Denise fired off her blast of electric-type elemental energy but each burst was swiftly and carefully dodged by Windie. “Damn his mindfulness,” the electric-type sheep mumbled. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head and just as Windie landed back on the ground she sprang into action.

 

            With the Mega Denryuu quickly closing the gap between the two of them Solar Windie calmed his breathing and crouched down, ready to react at a moment’s notice. ‘Another Bulldoze, is it?’

 

            He’d wished.

 

            Instead, Denise channeled ground-type elemental energy into her palm and then threw it at her foe’s eyes. Ace cursed his hubris as he fell prey to the most basic of strategies: Sand Attack. With his vision disrupted Ace dug deep into his sixty years of experience and resisted the urge to paw at his eyes. Instead, channeling the immense fire-type energy of his Solar Mode into his eyes, Ace the Windie overwhelmed and evaporated what little ground-type energy made its home in his eyes and quickly regained his vision, but not before taking a Power Gem directly to the face. Luckily, excess fire-type energy remained in his face and it softened the blow of the Power Gem blasts, although not by much. The burning-hot beast flew backwards with the Power Gems, hoping to lessen the impact of the direct-assault by moving his head with the blasts instead of tensing up and making the pain all the worse.

 

            With Windie off-balance Mega Denryuu knew exactly what she needed to do. Her breath was running ragged but it didn’t matter, she needed to make sure she dealt as much damage as possible, even if she didn’t take the bastard out herself. No stranger to lingering status effects, Denise had learned to not let on just how much damage the burns were doing to her by the second. Biting the inside of her mouth, Denise fired off another Thunder Wave and hit her target.

 

            Well, she had thought.

 

            Akane was flabbergasted, at some point Windie had created a fucking shadow clone with the Double Team technique and managed to avoid Denise’s Thunder Wave. Shooting her eyes back into the sky, Akane wiped the sweat from her brow onto the sleeve of her quickly dampening under armor and said something one cannot say on television as a barrage of大 slammed down on her poor Mega Denryuu.

 

            Denise’s Mega Evolution dispersed before she had even had a chance to collapse on the ground.

 

            “Don’t cry, Cameron-kun,” barely made it out of Denise’s mouth before she passed out. She knew it was fruitless.

 

***

 

Back on the ranch, Cameron-kun wept.

 

            “King’s going to shit so many bricks if he doesn’t get a chance to fight this bastard,” Raitarou—Akane’s Raichu—bemoaned. Sitting slumped into the living room couched, bathed in the shifting colorful lights of the television before him as the 70-inch screen before him played his trainer’s match, the veteran Raichu occasionally glanced at the screen as he tapped away at the handheld game he was currently engrossed in playing with Vicky-neesan the Waruvial—a teammate of his from the Isshu region—and Junko’s Brigarron, who was currently distracted consoling the weeping Cameron-kun. Seeing an opportunity to take advantage of his foe’s distraction, Raitarou used fired a shotgun blast at the zombie character that Aaron was playing as, killing him. “Hehehe, gotcha…”

 

            A worried Queen—Junko’s Nidoqueen and wife of King—sat in front of the television, hunched forward with unease. She consented for just the tiniest whisper to grace her lips, “Please don’t need King, Akane…”  

 

***

 

            Deep within his Monster Ball Nidoking shouted at Akane to put him in like an overeager rookie American football player. As the fifth Pokemon Akane had ever captured Nidoking had fought many life-or-death battles over his eight years with Akane and unfortunately those battles had often left him nearly dead. As a result Akane was beginning to use him cautiously now, to maintain his health. As a result, he hadn’t had a battle in two years and it was beginning to gnaw at him. “Let me out, goddamn it!”

 

            Akane rolled her eyes at her Nidoking. She’d agreed to add him to her team for this battle but had planned on using him as a last resort. It’d do her no good for the poor, dumb bastard to permanently lose his mobility in a heated battle, but perhaps a battle for sport rather than a battle to the death would prove less strenuous for the chronically near-death poisonous purple bastard?

 

            “Nidoking, you’re up!” Akane barely had a chance to toss out her Monster Ball before Nidoking burst out and slammed onto the battlefield heavy and loud.

 

            King roared, finally back on the battlefield he loved ever so much, “Let’s rock-n-roll, motherfuckers!”

 

Akane Redwood: Lizardon, Habunake, [Dageki], [Ordile], [Denryuu], Nidoking

Dougie Flanders: [Namazun], [Jibacoil], [Kenhallow], Baivanilla, Windie

 

            Akane took a deep breath and let out her own roar: if she didn’t fight in synch with King there would be no use in using him at all or even being able to protect him, “King, Full Power!” A golden aura appeared around Akane, painting her pure, solid gold. Similarly, that energy engulfed her Nidoking.

 

Dougie Flanders raised an eyebrow, memories of his youth returning to him. “Hoho, you have the Passion, too?”

 

Akane almost allowed surprise into her heart but swiftly swept that notion under the rug, “You would be familiar with Passion, wouldn’t you?”

 

“Yes, yes, Passion. Passhoun, would you say in Japanese? Well, whatever. Yes, yes, in my youth I could do that sort of thing, too. Unfortunately, I am no longer a young man in body or heart. Nevertheless, Ace is a good enough boy for you two sprouts! Ace, Solar Beam!”

 

Nidoking was underground before Flanders could even finish his command, swiftly swimming strikingly through the soil below the battlefield and piercing right up through it below Windie, hoping to strike him in his jaw to rattle his brain. Sadly, Extreme Speed was quite useful and Ace both dodged the Dig attack and—mindful of Poison Point—unleashed a mighty Solar Beam straight at the back of King’s neck. King—no meathead at his core—simply bent over as if picking up a stray coin and dodged the Solar Beam. Swift like the coursing river, Windie disappeared from the line of sight of Nidoking’s follow-up Rock Tomb.

 

“Well shit,” Akane doffed her cap to scratch her sweaty scalped through her thick black hair, “King, you know what to do!”

 

“Yossha!” King confirmed, inhaling sharply before beginning to fire off puddles of purple gunk from his mouth.

 

‘Going to make it so we have to step in puddles of Toxic, are you? Wise, but surmountable, girly!’ Hunched over, palms on knee caps, the seventy-five year old Flanders hoarsely shouted out “Sunny Day, and then Heatwave!”

 

Ace—hiding behind the large rocks that his foe had summoned from the field below—ate another ball of Sunny Day so as to recharge his waning Solar Mode. Then, with fierce ability to follow up one move with another, the fiery beast began exuding a terrifying heat that made Akane regret her choice of clothing even more.

 

“Oh, fuck me!” an antsy Akane ants-danced in place, “King, use Surf! Fuck, maybe that’ll cool the fucking field the fuck down…fuck!”

 

“Gah, I hate this move…” Water-type elemental energy surged through the poison/ground-type Pokemon and out from his body exploded a massive tidal wave of rather worryingly wet water. The battlefield was quickly engulfed in rapidly boiling water, although taking perch upon the boulders from his foe’s failed Rock Tomb let Ace remain dry as Hellgar poop in a Washington July.

 

Her bladder blaring, Akane dragged her digits down her face—eye lids following—and groaned, “Can’t even try to poison the fucker through the water, either.”

 

Wisely, King used Rock Tomb to elevate himself upon a boulder as the field continued to fill with water. “Well, shit. He just used my boulders to…wait…MY boulders!” Activating his body’s reserves of rock-type elemental energy, King triggered the remains of his energy within the boulder that his Windie foe sat upon and caused it to crumble.

 

Nearly taken for a fool, Ace immediately leapt onto another boulder upon feeling the crumbling beneath his paws. Boulder after boulder ‘snapped’, finally forcing the Windie into the skies high above.

 

“Gotcha!” King sneered, only to quickly find himself facing down a Solar Beam with no place to jump but into water. “Oh shit!”

 

‘Fuck, King can make another boulder but he isn’t fast another to LEAP onto it to dodge…only one choice!’ The thought—along with a desire to piss—traveling from Akane’s heart to King’s lightning fast and with a mighty roar the Nidoking activated Horn Drill and slammed it into the Solar Beam. Faster and faster King’s horn drilled, hoping to disperse the grass-type energy now superpowered by Ace’s unique Solar Mode.

 

Akane was hoping to dispel some liquid of her own through her own horn!    

 

“Fuccccccckkkkkk, I gotta piss!!!” Akane squirmed, her subconscious busily trying to think of a way to avoid her Nidoking being knocked unconscious, well aware that the force of the beam struggle was going to lead to the boulder beneath King’s feet splitting apart soon. Hopping in place, Akane was reminded the little balls on her belt jiggling in synch with her DD-cup breasts, “Oh shit, of course!”

 

‘This is a battle! A battle to the bitter end, just as I’ve dreamed of for two years! I won’t go down without giving it my all; my Horn Drill is unbeatable when it makes contact! Now, time to turn it up to full power and—what?” A Vaudeville Hook-shaped red energy wrapped around King’s neck from behind and snapped him back into his Monster Ball. The Solar Beam collided into the battlefield and birthed a large crater where King once stood. The pure grass-type elemental energy spread across the field and caused to lightly sink. Deep within the staff room of the stadium maintenance crew, the field staff all took a shot of whisky as they watched their job become that much harder via television feed.

 

“Buuuttttttttt Akane!!!!!!!” the Nidoking sulked from inside his Monster Ball.

 

“OH MY GOD REF PLEASE I NEED TO PISS CAN WE TAKE A BREAK?!”

 

The referee was stunned silent.

 

The stadium was stunned silent.

 

The commentators were stunned silent.

 

Miss Lopez—National Pokemon Champion of the United States of America—was getting her pussy thoroughly and powerfully pounded by her girlfriend.

 

Junko and the Pokemon back at the Redwood Farm fell over, groaning.

 

“Uh…I guess?”

 

Akane made a mad dash for the locker room, slid through the door, leapt over benches, and doffing her jeans with indescribable grace that sadly no soul was there to bear witness to, and finally hopped onto the toilet seat to piss away her demons.

 

Few on this planet could comprehend her relief.

 

***

 

            A wet, sweat ‘plapping’ sound reverberated through the condo of one Miss Valeria Lopez. Hands gripping for dear life on the coffee table separating her couch from her television Miss Lopez panted in fortissimo as her girlfriend, Martha Bradbury, plowed away at her girlfriend’s pussy from behind.

 

            “Christ, Valley Girl,” Martha managed between rapid thrusts, “How the fuck are you still this tight?”

 

            A cheeky grin—one Martha could but hear rather than see—sprouted on the US Champion’s face as she retorted: “How the fuck are you still this big?”

 

            The word ‘annoyed’ poorly conveyed Martha’s reaction to the crack but it nevertheless made her grow another inch in her girlfriend’s sheath, “You little ‘Valley Girl’ slut, you like that don’t you?”

 

            ‘Stay strong,’ the defiant champion told herself, a determination unlike any other welling up in her, ‘Don’t lose this title defense, Champion!’ A thunderous thrusting of her girlfriend’s hips nevertheless elicited a yelp from the Washington native, “F-fuck!”

 

‘An opening at last!’ Unwilling to compromise this late into the battle Martha put her whole body into another thrust, slamming into her girlfriend with such force that sweat was sent flying from both woman’s bodies to ultimately sprinkle the expensive QELD television screen bathing them in the colors of the North Dakota Pokemon Championship match. “Fuck what, bitch?”

 

            ‘Don’t whimper!’ she whimpered. ‘Don’t gasp for breath!’ she gasped for breath.

 

            “Fuck what?” the younger woman grunted, her voice echoing through the thinly decorated condo.

 

            ‘Don’t say it!’ she said it: “F-fuck my tight little pussy, Mommy!”

 

Deviously, Martha bent down to cooed into her girlfriend’s left ear: “With what?”

 

            “W-what? I-I c-c-called y-you M-Mommy!”

 

            “With. What?”

 

            The torture was just too much, “W-with…with…oh fuck, I’m sooooo close!”

 

            “Say it, slut!” Martha Bradbury did the unthinkable and slid her cock fully out of her girlfriend, turned and began to stuff her thick saber back into her daisy dukes.

 

            “God, wait, no, please, I—”

 

            ‘Gotcha!’ whipping back around, Martha twisted around with lightning speed, lifted her up and then dropped her back on the couch, “WITH. WHAT?!”

 

            The Heracros-esque horn before her stared into Val’s soul, denying everything she ever said about herself or told herself. It was as if the throbbing red saber was angry with her for defying her orders. Miss Lopez could basically hear the iron determination in Martha’s voice as she repeated “With. What?” on a loop. As Martha flexed her appendage in front of her face it occurred to Miss Lopez that such a magnificent cock could probably lift a pallet of cat litter. Surely she had yet to meet her match, Valeria Lopez, the United States’ finest trainer, would not fall prey to such a foe?!

 

Finally, Miss Valeria Lopez could take it no more: “P-please, fuck me with your monster cock in my tight little pussy, Mommy!” It was too late, though, just saying the words alone had given Valeria Lopez the best orgasm of her life. The steaming hot, stinky bath she found herself in just seconds later as Miss Bradbury glazed her alive her nearly gave the US Champion a second record-breaking orgasm.

 

            “Fuck Valley Girl, couldn’t even wait for me to cum inside you?”

 

            Miss Valeria Lopez rode the waves of pleasure for what felt like hours as her girlfriend meticulously cleaned the stray jet streams of cum now soaking into the champion trainer’s couch.

 

“I’m Sorry about the couch, babe.”

 

Val heard her love’s words but frankly wasn’t even sure it was still 2003, let alone sure she understood what she was being apologized to for.

 

Deep within their Monster Balls the twelve Pokemon belonging to the two trainers did their damnedest to not pay attention to the rough sex they had just overheard for the last sixty-nine minutes.

 

***

 

            Akane finally returned to the battlefield, no extra set of clothes to change into, and thus still thoroughly drenched in her own bodily fluids. “Note to self: don’t leave your spare clothes at the hotel next time, genius!”

 

            Dougie Flanders was nowhere to be found, although his Windie had done a hell of a job evaporating the water on the field with his super-powered Heatwave move.

 

            “Where’s the old man?” Akane wondered aloud as she languidly plucked her Lizardon’s Monster Ball from her belt. Her legs buzzed in the afterglow of a blissful, pissful piss—they even threatened to take root right where she stood.

 

            “Weak bladders are not exclusive to trans women, y’know,” Flanders retorted as he exited from the hall and retook his place in his trainer’s box on his side of the battlefield.

 

            “Aah, true, yes, I would imagine,” Akane made no quibble as she simply underhand tossed Rikkun’s Monster Ball onto the field.

 

            Rikkun burst onto the scene and took to the skies to shore up excitement from the crowd. Capturing the home audience was always a joy for him.

 

Akane Redwood: Lizardon, Habunake, [Dageki], [Ordile], [Denryuu], Nidoking

Dougie Flanders: [Namazun], [Jibacoil], [Kenhallow], Baivanilla, Windie

 

            Rikkun the Lizardon stared his foe down. From what he’d seen in the streamed copies of Windie’s battles the beast was impervious to—and even benefitted from—fire-type moves thanks to his Flash Fire ability. Sighing, Rikkun resolved himself to having to win without using his precious fire moves.

 

            “Rikkun,” Akane thrust forward her right fist, as if slapping her old friend on the back from a distance, “Tsubame Gaeshi!”

 

            Transferring flying-type energy to his wings the Lizardon kicked off the ground and flew at high-speeds at his foe. Timing his counter just right, the Windie leaned to his right and leapt right at the oncoming wing, electric-type energy crackling on his fangs. Rikkun, of course, angled his attack by leaning to his left and catching the fire-type beast in the throat.

 

Ace spared a millisecond for a thought of praise as he skidded backward on the battlefield, hacking and coughing from the strike. Trying to shake the tears from his eyes, Ace noticed the Lizardon before him expel energy shaped like swords that floated in a circle around him before immediately turning and stabbing him, pouring their energy back into him.

 

‘The next Tsubame Gaeshi that hits…’ Flanders frowned.

 

‘…is going to hurt!’ Ace scowled, ‘Throat hurts too much…won’t be able to use mouth attacks…’

 

Rikkun knew this was his moment and took flight at full-speed, hoping to strike with another Tsubame Gaeshi. Once in range the Lizardon swung his right wing at the Windie but was surprised to find that Ace—bursting with a yellow aura—leapt at and slammed right into the unsuspecting fire/flying-type Pokemon.

 

‘Shit, I forgot Windie could learn Wild Charge!’ Akane kicked herself. It wasn’t long before Rikkun slammed into the field and skidded across it to just in front of her. “You okay, baby?” Akane asked something of a mother’s voice to her.

 

Rikkun shook it off as he stumbled back to his feet, luckily not paralyzed by the attack, “I’ll live, Ne-neechan!” The Lizardon shot his trainer a thumbs up, unfazed by an electric attack. Most of his battles had been life-or-death or against the stronger Pokemon in Japan, a surprise Wild Charge was really no shock to him at all at this point.  

 

“Good boy,” Akane hummed, patting her friend on the back as he flew forward one again, unleashing Air Slash blades to precede his charge. Via Extreme Speed the Windie managed to evade and slam into Rikkun’s right side but was quickly met with a grabbing of his mane and a Thunder Punch to the forehead. The Windie merely grunted before shaking free of his foe’s loose grip and backed up just enough to dash forward for another Extreme Speed while the fire/flying-type was still off-balance. Rikkun, having prepared for moments like this, took the high-speed strikes from all angles in stride, carefully trying to follow and match the beast’s timing. Finally, with an errant grab made possible by his foe’s waning Solar Mode, the Lizardon grabbed Ace by the mane and slammed him face-first into the battlefield before taking flight and flapping his wings with immense force.

 

Flanders shot up an eyebrow before catching what his foe was planning. ‘Well, the downpour IS beginning to wane…I suppose this makes sense…’

 

With much strength and force Rikkun used Hurricane, trapping his foe in a field where debris, rain, and sharp winds would pummel him.

 

Ace blanched, his throat still too hurt for him to channel elemental energy through and thus unable to use Sunny Day to dispel to the storm or recharge his nearly empty Solar Mode. With a snort the fire-type beast summoned up the last of his Solar Mode’s power and leapt atop the flying debris to reach his foe and charge at him with Wild Charge.

 

With his foe coming straight for him despite the intense weather conditions Rikkun grabbed a mid-air boulder and used it to shield himself from the Wild Charge before the Windie could even change tactics. The boulder shattered upon impact, which was all Rikkun needed to take advantage of the stunned Windie falling back down to the battlefield. Bringing his right hand upward and behind his head as he chased after the Pokemon in freefall, Rikkun slammed a Brick Break down on his foe’s front left leg, which gave Ace the opportunity to sink his fangs into Rikkun’s right arm and cause as much damage as possible without elemental energy. Rikkun replied with a left-handed Thunder Punch that sent the fiery beast flying into the force field protecting the crowd. After a quick shot the Windie fell to the ground—but gracefully—on all four legs.

 

‘Damn, that dog is a tough one…’ Concern began to fill Akane’s heart, ‘Only Rikkun, Megumi and King left. Meanwhile he has that Windie, a Baivanilla and a sixth Pokemon I haven’t seen yet. I need to finish things quickly before I’m too wiped out to face his other two Pokemon!’ Taking a deep breath, Akane returned Rikkun to his Monster Ball and switched out for Megumi, her Habunake.

 

‘Switching out already? Strange move, girl,” Flanders’ expression was looked almost condescending, but there was just enough of a lack of expression to suggest a more charitable interpretation.

 

“Megumi, Poison Tail!”

 

“Counter with Iron Tail!”

 

The two Pokemon’s tails clashed under the newly returned sun, directly underneath a rainbow. The downpour from Orson’s Rain Dance was now gone, all that remained were two Pokemon on the battlefield and a rainbow to christen their battle.

 

“Damned crafty of you, old man; that steel-type energy neutralized our poison…”

 

As was drilled into her through countless hours of training, Megumi immediately followed her failed initial strike up with another. Pulling back her tail mid-air Megumi slammed it forward against only to be blocked by another Iron Tail. This time, however, the fire beast had fallen into her trap. Upon contact with the Iron Tail the purple energy layering Megumi’s tail burst into purple particles to be caught and carried away in the wind, behind them the true attack: Rock Smash!

 

Flanders was flabbergasted, “Oh hell?!”

 

Thrusting her entire body weight behind the attack Megumi broke through the steel-type elemental energy and knocked the Windie off-balance, just long enough for her head to come around and sink the fangs of a Habunake into him.

 

Unfortunately, Ace’s instincts kicked in and out from his throat came a full-power Fire Blast. The giant大 smashed straight into Habunake’s face, sending her flying back into the walls of the arena just below the spectators. Megumi withered in pain as the fire of the blast consumed her. Finally, the withering stopped and all that remained was her caucus on fire.

 

“Oh, shit, we didn’t kill her Habunake, did we?” Flanders face-faulted upon laying eyes on the gruesome sight.    

 

Ace approached his burning foe cautiously. Suddenly, the surface below him broke and up from it came Habunake slamming into the Windie’s poor ribcage again.

 

“Ace, blast the field with Flamethrower to gain air!” was there panic in Flanders voice?

 

Ace did as he was told and quickly rode the stream of flame high into the sky to get away from the enemy Habunake before raining down on her another barrage of Fire Blasts.

 

Megumi tried to react…it simply did not matter. Ace’s Flamethrower had superheated the field just above where she had partially broken out of. Half of the snake was still under ground and now she was pinned. ‘My god, what a crafty bastard…’ Megumi was baptized by fire once again, only this time she would not be conscious enough to use her Shed Skin ability to leave behind a decoy. In fact, Megumi wouldn’t be conscious at all.

 

“Habunake is unable to battle!”

 

Akane Redwood: Lizardon, [Habunake], [Dageki], [Ordile], [Denryuu], Nidoking

Dougie Flanders: [Namazun], [Jibacoil], [Kenhallow], Baivanilla, Windie

 

Akane drew in a deep breath and then exhaled, “Good work, missy,” the new mother sing-song’d into her fallen friend’s Hyper Ball before adding it back to her belt. Drawing out Rikkun’s Monster Ball again, Akane smirked, “Let’s give these old bastards our full-power, what do y’say, Rikkun?”

 

Rikkun landed on the battlefield with a mighty boom as he exited his Monster Ball. With a crowd-silencing roar the Lizardon punches his fists together like a boxer psyching himself up.

 

“Mega Evolution, activate!”

 

The surge of power from the Mega Bracer and the Key Stone connected both trainer and Pokemon and poured energy into the fire-style. In an explosion of light emerged the black-and-blue Mega Lizardon-X, the Pokemon that had defeated the mighty Wataru’s strongest Kairyuu—Kai—and many more. 

 

Matching their foe blow-for-blow, Ace the Windie consumed the energy of his trusty Sunny Day and reactivated his fearsome Solar Mode. The two powered-up Pokemon faced one another down, ready to bring a close to the battle of the ace of champions.

 

“Mega Lizardon-X, use Dragon Claw!” Akane roared, sending the crowd into a tizzy. ‘Show ‘em what you’re made of, Rikkun!’

 

***

 

            The battle unfolding on the 70-inch television before her finally snapped Miss Lopez out of her cum-coma. Things were beginning to heat up as the bright young trainer’s Lizardon took back to the field to face the wizened Windie of the old veteran, Dougie Flanders. The fiery display of two high-level champions’ ace Pokemon duking it out for supremacy shook the queen of American trainers out of her stupor.

 

            “Aaw, there you are, sleepy head,” Martha whispered into the wide-eyed Valeria’s right ear. It had only just occurred to Val that her girlfriend had been holding her and stroking her hair for the past forty-two minutes. “Are you okay, babe? I wasn’t too hard on you, was I?”

 

            Miss Lopez hated showing her heart to others but her girlfriend of two years had been the rare exception to that. ‘In for a penny…’, she thought, and let her right hand casually stroke Martha’s penis back to life, “Yeah, no, you’re fine, Mommy.” Cum brain was always hard to shake, especially for the characteristically stoic Valeria Lopez. “Can’t…” there was a fifteen second pause as her brain struggled to function again, “…believe I lost so easily, though. Even the US Champion has a ways to go, I suppose…”

 

            Martha pulled Miss Lopez against her bosom and whispered, “You big dork.”

 

***

 

            Rikkun the Mega Lizardon-X could only soar into the air in his attempt to place distance between himself and the speedy Windie. “Damn, he’s so fast!” The rising distance between the two fire-types prompted a glint to spark in Windie’s eyes.

 

            “Come on boy, Double Team!” Dougie barked, leading his ace Pokemon to immediately split into four shadow clones, one each at the corner of the battlefield. The crowd went wild, planting a seed of concern in Akane’s mind.

 

            “What the hell are they expecting?” sweat powered its way through Akane’s pores and stained her black under armor. ‘So much for dressing for the cold…’

 

            Rikkun peaked his ascent just enough for the nosebleeds to have to look up at him. The sixty thousand roars niggled at the back of his mind but he knew he had to remain sharp. Ace was a veteran combatant, having traveled with Dougie Flanders for sixty years and remained his ace just as long. Caution was earned.

 

            Then, they came. Four Kanada Dragons that would make the old man proud, crackling up into the air at blinding, choppy speeds, right for Rikkun. Fire-type attacks were useless against Windie’s ‘Flash Fire’ ability absorbing all fire-type moves and turning it into fuel for his own fire.

 

            ‘Shit, maybe I should switch out to Nidoking, he keeps bothering me about not getting a chance to battle anymore…but no, he’s too slow for this four-legged furry fuck…’

 

            One of the Dragon Pulse attacks were real and three of them were decidedly not. Figuring that out, however, was not going to be possible at the speeds the dragon-heaved beams of energy were traveling at. ‘Shit!’ Rikkun’s body kicked into overdrive, his tail unleashing a Dragon Tail to swipe away one blast, his mouth unleashing a Dragon Pulse of his own, his left claw slashing with Dragon Claw and his right following up—or so it would have!

 

            “Oh shit, oh fuck!” Akane spat, having realized Windie’s plan too late.

 

            The first three Dragon Pulses to collide did so in perfect synchronization, knocking Mega Lizardon-X just enough off-balance for his reaction to the slightly-delayed—and very much real—Dragon Pulse to collide into his right forearm and send the arm across his black-and-gray chest with enough force to knock it out of its socket. Rikkun winced—no stranger to broken bones—but it was just enough time for Ace the Windie to leap into the air at Extreme Speeds, channel dragon-type energy into his fangs and then bite down on Rikkun’s neck.

 

            Panic set in for the Japanese national champion, known for wearing her heart on her chest, and she screamed, “Fuck, Rikkun, Mega Punch—no, Dragon Claw!”

 

***

 

            Martha Bradbury pressed her girlfriend up against the fall of her shower and locked lips with her under the steamy heat of the downpour washing them of their so-called ‘sins’. She could tell that her love’s brain was still rebooting in some respects but as they listened to the commentary of the match happening in North Dakota—and judging by Val’s non-reaction to the way Martha’s fingers were flirting with her cooch—the State Champion of South Dakota sighed and broke engagement. “Need a ride to Bismarck?”

 

            Miss Lopez refocused her eyes on her girlfriend, “Sorry, I think I need to make an appearance.”

 

            “No, no, I get it, it’s your character.”

 

            The girls finished showering, dressed and then kissed goodbye as Martha’s Foodin used his teleport ability to teleport Miss Lopez to just outside the Bismarck battle stadium before teleporting back to his mistress.

 

            Miss Lopez donned her sunglasses, lit a cigarette and took a drag before making her way inside. Miss Lopez ignored the security guards shooting as glance back at her ass as she casually strode past them, not even bothering to identify herself. Everyone knew who she was at these kind of events.    

 

            Finally making her way to the top of the stadium and entering the commentator box the woman found her two familiar faces from the match in New Hampshire two days prior. “Afternoon, boys,” the US Champion nonchalantly half-whispered.

 

Catching up with where the battle below was since she had been away from a television, the United States National Champion smirked, ‘So, she realized that Mega Punch would cause Windie to fly away while it was still biting down on Mega Lizardon-X’s throat, thus beheading him. Smart girl, if still emotional…’  

 

***

 

            Ace was no fool that day. Anticipating the incoming left, Ace used his hind legs to propel off of Rikkun’s powerless and defenseless right arm to swiftly break from his opponent’s range. Rikkun would get what he wanted but would get to inflict no damage. With gravity doing what gravity does best and spiriting the Windie away back to the ground Flanders’ Ace smugly smirked and barked out another Dragon Pulse to accelerate his descent. Rikkun just barely dodged the Kanada Dragon while fiddling with his right arm, seeking to re-set it as quickly as possible.

 

            The crowd was going wild.

 

            Akane cursed her distracted mind. If she’d been quicker to react Rikkun wouldn’t be in the dire straits he was in now. ‘Fuck, this sweat is so distracting!’ the young mother griped. Gekkouga was probably shaking his head in shame at her back on the farm.

 

***

 

            Indeed, back at the Redwood Farm in Masara Town Akane’s Gekkouga was indeed shaking his head as he watched his mistress fall prey to such an easy move, “Pfft, should’ve let me fight this one. With my speed and wit I’d have taken care of that blazing beast by now!”

 

            With Sasuke the Gekkouga and most of Akane and Junko’s other Pokemon distracted by the television, Sarutobi the Goukazaru swiftly switched around the Shougi pieces on the board before him to place him at a better advantage, his brother-in-arms Sasuke none-the-wiser.

 

***

 

            With a pop and a guttural sound Rikkun reset his dislocated arm and dove in to strike with Tsubame Gaeshi—well aware he was opening himself up to a close-range counterattack from Wild Charge or even Dragon Pulse. ‘Gotta time this just right…’

 

            Ace sharpened his focus, crouching into the field as his foe swept in at amazing speeds. Finally, the two fire-types clashed, a close-range Dragon Pulse from Ace bridging the gap between them. Both Pokemon were blown back by the ensuing explosion but Ace—prepared for this outcome—quickly recovered and leapt forward at his foe with Extreme Speed and bit the end of his tail. Rikkun and Akane both gasped in shock as they witnessed the Windie absorb the blue flames of a Mega Lizardon-X and achieve a new form like none they had ever seen: Mega Windie-X?!

 

            “What the fuck?” Akane shouted, astonished by the second transformation from this damned Windie.

 

            “Ace, Extreme Speed and Dragon Pulse!”

 

            A blue fire engulfed the Windie as he roared a roar so triumphant that the crowd couldn’t help but cheer for him louder. Faster than before, the Windie began striking Rikkun from every side at speeds the Mega Lizardon-X could not react to.

 

Akane knew her only option at this point was to throw caution to the wind as her fighting spirit flared up and poured into Rikkun again. Rikkun burst into a solid gold aura in coordination with his trainer, his tail flame reignited as a solid gold flame as it swung wildly at speeds on Ace’s level and then finally it happened: Ace took a Dragon Tail into his groin.

 

            “Going to wipe away out status boosts by sending Ace back into his Monster Ball?” Flanders guffawed, “Ace, use Ro—” But it was too late.

 

            With blinding speed Rikkun turned and slashed Ace across the face and chest with Dragon Claw, sending the four-legged beast zooming into the force field behind Akane and giving chase quickly afterward.

 

            “Why didn’t Ace…” horror quickly rain through Flanders’ veins as he realized just what his foes had planned, “Those cheeky brats…”

 

            “Nobody ever said we needed to use the Dragon Tail’s secondary effect!” Akane sneered, Rikkun’s triumphant grin threatening to stretch his snout permanently wider.

 

            “The Planets: Saturn” by Gustav Holst blared in Flanders’ mind as the Mega Lizardon-X flew at top speeds toward his ace, “Ace, get up!” But it was too late, the fire-type’s breathing was ragged now. Too many Extreme Speeds, too many direct hits, and now, trying to maintain the absorbed power of a Mega Lizardon-X? It was all too much, even for Ace, who had done the most battling of any of Flanders’ Pokemon that day. “Shit!”

 

            The ‘Mega Windie-X’—his gorgeous black and blue fur a sight to behold—wobbled in place, unable to dodge with Extreme Speed anymore. Every bone in his body screamed with pain, “Damn it all…to be stopped here?” Summoning his remaining strength the proto fire/dragon-type unleashed a final Dragon Pulse at his oncoming foe.

 

            “Bring it on, old man!” Rikkun roared, carving away at the Kanada Dragon-shaped blast of dragon-type elemental energy with his dual Dragon Claws before finally flipping forward and slamming his Dragon Tail down atop the Windie’s head with all of his body weight. The final strike immediately sent the four-legged beast into the field below, face-first.

 

            Firmly-planted partly into the battlefield itself, Ace reverted to his normal form, unconscious at last.

 

            “Windie is unable to battle!”

 

Akane Redwood: Lizardon, [Habunake], [Dageki], [Ordile], [Denryuu], Nidoking

Dougie Flanders: [Namazun], [Jibacoil], [Kenhallow], Baivanilla, [Windie]

 

            Flanders crossed the battlefield to arrive at his old friend’s side as quickly as his frail, seventy-five year old body would allow. Bending down to the Windie’s ear on shaky legs the old man whispered “Thank you so much, you’ve been such a good boy, Ace.”

 

            The hometown crowd wept audibly as a standing ovation broke out. The roar of the claps and cheers lasted fifteen minutes.

 

            “Oh, suck my dick; we still have another two Pokemon to knock out!” Akane groaned, pulling her sweat-soaked under armor off, revealing his black bra to the world. “Fuck it, the girls need some air!” Akane donned her red-and-white jacket again and threw her heavy shirt up against the wall beside the hallway that led back to the locker room. “You good, Rikkun?”

 

            The fire/dragon-type roared in confirmation, “Time to win this!”

 

            “Hell yeah!”

 

            Having returned to his side of the field the old man known as Dougie Flanders brought his Baivanilla back to the battlefield.

 

            Having waited too long for this moment Rikkun leapt forward with amazing speed, covered his fists in a blue fire that inspired many children that day to one day train a Mega Lizardon-X, and punched Baivanilla straight into the energy field protecting the crowd directly behind Dougie Flanders.

 

            “Baivanilla is unable to battle!” Something about the bisexual twunk referee’s face showed a lack of surprise by this quick outcome.

 

Akane Redwood: Lizardon, [Habunake], [Dageki], [Ordile], [Denryuu], Nidoking

Dougie Flanders: [Namazun], [Jibacoil], [Kenhallow], [Baivanilla], [Windie]

 

            Dougie Flanders sighed as he drew his ice-type off of the battlefield. Selecting a final Hyper Ball out of his jacket the old man enlarged it, looked down at the grey and yellow sphere, and said some words of encouragement before tossing it onto the battlefield.

 

Akane Redwood: Lizardon, [Habunake], [Dageki], [Ordile], [Denryuu], Nidoking

Dougie Flanders: [Namazun], [Jibacoil], [Kenhallow], [Baivanilla], [Windie], Hakuryuu

 

***

 

            “And State Super Champion Dougie’s final Pokemon for the evening is his young blood, Hakuryuu!” the battle commentator spoke softly into his microphone. Leaning back in his chair with one hand over his mic and reaching up with his other the middle-aged man plucked the 120 from Miss Lopez’s mouth and took a drag, “Old fuck’s brought out that one Hakuryuu he’s been training for ten fuckin’ years.”

 

            Semi-pouting behind her sunglasses the US Champion took back her 120 and took another drag, “It typically takes that long to raise ‘em.”

 

            “God, those fuckin’ things must be a pain,” the commentator gruffed before leaning forward again and uncovering his mic, “And Hakuryuu opens the match with Dragon Dance! Could the dragon-type be hoping to raise her speed to out-maneuver Mega Lizardon-X?!”

 

***

 

            Back on the battlefield, Akane thrust forward her right fist, her breasts jiggling from the force of the punch, “Dragon Pulse!”

 

            Rikkun fired off a Kanada Dragon-shaped beam of energy from his mouth but as predicted the very fresh Hakuryuu dodged the beam and replied with a Dragon Breath. Taking off into the air, Rikkun easily avoided the Dragon Breath and struck back with his trusty Dragon Claws. Hakuryuu—of course—danced around the strikes with her nimble, long and thin body, wrapping herself around and binding Rikkun’s arms. With the enemy Pokemon now bound the Hakuryuu prepared to unleash her Dragon Breath at close-range.

 

            Sensing the oncoming danger Rikkun struggled to break free of his foe’s grasp. Unfortunately the damned noodle dragon had his joints firmly locked, making a physical assault unlikely.

 

            “Damn, I’m starting to run low on juice too,” Akane complained, “Might have enough in me for one more burst of Passion…”

 

            Rikkun could tell that both he and Akane were not nearly as fresh as this Hakuryuu before him still was. ‘Should I tell her to save her own strength for King?’ Rikkun wondered to himself as he continued to try and struggle free.

 

            “It’s an honor to do battle with the legendary Dragon King,” Hakuryuu admitted, her voice serene despite the struggle it was clearly for her to keep the Mega Lizardon-X at bay.

 

            “Heh, pleasure’s all mine!” Rikkun managed to replied between grunts, “Mind letting me go so we can battle for real?”

 

            “I’m sorry, Dragon King, I cannot. I swore to myself to one day overthrow Wataru-san’s Kairyuu troupe and now that you have…well, I also have my master’s reputation to consider, too.”

 

            “No, no, I get it. I need to make sure…” a rising power boiled within Rikkun at the sight of the determination in Hakuryuu’s eyes, “…that Akane and I win, too!” A mighty Heat Wave poured out of every scale on Rikkun’s body as he unleashed the hottest fire imaginable. Hakuryuu shrieked in shock as her grasp on her respected foe broke and she to the ground.

 

            ‘All that pent-up fire energy is read to come on out, eh?!’ Akane grew a devilish grin, “Then let it all out, Blast Burn!”

 

           Memories flooded through Rikkun’s mind as he remembered his attempts at learning Blast Burn as a Lizardo, his first time using the attack in battle against the Rocket Gang’s Porygon2 and finally his battles with Sakaki, Jack Orchid, Daigo, Shirona and Wataru. A deep, burning, molten fire exploded from Rikkun’s mouth straight at the still-withering Hakuryuu. Unable to dodge in time the dragon-type fired back with her Dragon Breath, doing her best to push the burst of flames back.

 

            ‘I…can’t…lose here! I must…’ the inner turmoil eclipsed the outer turmoil. The beam struggle between both dragons lasted for what seemed like an eternity—official records showed five minutes—but in the end the Blast Burn won out and slammed straight down on the Hakuryuu, engulfing her in flames known to have destroyed the Sekiei League’s stadium before. ‘Must…not…’

 

            Rikkun ceased his attack and landed back on the unrecognizably melted battlefield to catch his breath. ‘Damn, she’s a tough one! When she becomes a Kairyuu she’s definitely going to be a threat!’ Rikkun’s praise was cut-short by a burst of energy from the dust cloud surrounding what should have been the Hakuryuu. In a flash of light the air was cleared away and in the freshly made crater stood a new foe: Kairyuu!

 

            The crowd went wild. The commentators in their box above the nosebleeds screamed into their mics, “And after ten years of training the majestic Kairyuu has been born! What will become of this battle now that Hacchan the Kairyuu has risen?!”

 

          “Hacchan?” Akane gasped, unsure of why an American’s Pokemon had a Japanese name. “What in the hel—”

 

            “I met Hacchan in Jouto, girly! Now, Hacchan, let’s show this precocious brat why you’re called Hacchan!”

 

            A surge of green energy exploded wildly from the Kairyuu. Without even opening her mouth the energy, pure and unfiltered, churned and twisted into eight Kanada Dragons and shot with fury untold of straight at the Mega Lizardon-X.

 

            ‘Oh, shi—” Rikkun did his best to avoid the Itano Circus but was quickly stunned and slowed down first by one, then two, then three, four, five, six, seven and finally…not eight?

 

            Hacchan flinched in pain from the burn afflicted by Blast Burn and doubled over. Having bought himself just enough of a saving grace Rikkun avoided the final Dragon Pulse as Hacchan lost control of it and it crashed into the protective force field.

 

            Akane knew this was their last chance, “Rikkun, full-power!” The golden glow of Passion consumed both trainer and Pokemon once again, linking them in the physical as it did in the spiritual, “Flamethrower!”

 

            Rikkun unleashed his most trusted attack, a golden stream of river, from his snout. The solid gold flames bathed over and baptized Hacchan—still doubled over on her knees in pain—before carrying her off of the ground and straight into the force field protecting the crowd behind Dougie Flanders. With every last bit of his strength Rikkun maintained the golden stream of fire ‘Can’t stop until the ref says so…’ Consciousness was quickly become a luxury Rikkun could no longer afford. Bit-by-bit the Mega Lizardon-X lost altitude until finally his feet touched down on the battlefield, shaky under the weight of his body.

 

            ‘B-but…how?’ Hacchan wept as the stream of golden fire kept her helplessly pinned to the force field, which was in itself shocking her from behind. ‘My dream…Dougie’s title…’ Closer-and-closer her eyes dropped. Finally, Hacchan could keep her eyes open no longer.

 

            Similarly, the force field generators could no longer handle strain of the Passion Flamethrower and exploded. In spectacular fashion the force field shattered like a stained glass window and the Kairyuu shot straight into the stands, spectators narrowly avoiding being crushed by the dragon.

 

            “Kairyuu is unable to battle!” the bisexual twunk shouted with a swing of his flags, “The match goes to Akane Redwood, new State Super Champion of North Dakota!”

 

Akane Redwood: Lizardon, [Habunake], [Dageki], [Ordile], [Denryuu], Nidoking

Dougie Flanders: [Namazun], [Jibacoil], [Kenhallow], [Baivanilla], [Windie], [Kairyuu]

 

            Rikkun fell to his knees, utterly spent, “I…I did it!”

 

Akane shed tears as she rushed to her dearest friend’s side, “You crazy bastard, you did it!” Now the holders of two US State Super Champion titles and a National Champion title the two wild warriors collapsed mid-field, driven to their absolute max yet again.

 

Miss Lopez, having watched the battle from the commentator’s box above the nosebleeds, handed the remainder of her 120 to the middle-aged lead commentator before taking her leave. ‘What an exciting little scamp, that one.”

 

***

 

            Akane thoroughly showered herself in the locker room, barely able to stand under the warm shower as she had King watch from afar in case she passed out.

 

            “Gah! I barely got to battle!”

 

            “Don’t sulk, King…”

 

            “B-but I didn’t even get to knock any Pokemon unconscious!”

 

            “That Windie would’ve…”

 

            “I could’ve!!”

 

            “Could’ve lost…”

 

            “Never!”

 

            “Oh my gosh, you big baby…”

 

            “Why are you laughing, I’m right!”

 

***

 

            Reporters poured into the conference room for the post-match press conference. Seldom did the loser show up to these things and today was no exception. King carried his mistress into the press conference and drop her into her chair behind quite a long table and the woman landed with an unpleasant thud.

 

            “Be gentle next time!” Akane griped, her breasts now nicely housed in a North Dakota Pokemon League graphic tee that nicely outline her breasts. Every Sapphic bitch in the room immediately shot their eyes away to preserve their chasteness.

 

            “Let me fight more next time, then!” Nidoking spat.

 

            The reporters couldn’t believe the hilarious comedy routine unfolding before them but nevertheless managed to laugh. Eventually, hands begun to shoot up and Akane finally fielded questions.

 

            “Mrs. Redwood, how’s the baby?”

 

            “Lovely! Next question!”

 

            “Mrs. Redwood was there ever a moment you thought you might not make it!”

 

            “That old fucker’s crafty, of course there was! How the fuck was he able to do TWO different super modes for his Windie? What is this, a fuckin’ shounen anime?!”        

 

            “Ma’am, how does it feel to hold three major titles?”

 

            “Christ, fifty-one titles is going to be a pain to have to defend…”

 

            “Fifty-one?”

 

            “My national title and fifty of these fuckin’ state titles! Wait, when I win the US title that’s going to be fifty-two!! ARRGH!!”

 

            “Mrs. Redwood, don’t you think you’re being a bit hasty in—”

 

            “Don’t you think you’re being a bit hasty in suckin’ off the other champions?! NEXT QUESTION!!”

 

            The room full of reporters was kept in an almost constant state of uproarious laughter by their state’s new champion. Half an hour passed before a familiar voice rung out over the crowd, “Ne-neechan, I’ve come for my revenge!!”

 

            Akane’s eyes shot up immediately at the sound of the familiar, feminine voice. Life suddenly returned to the noodle girl and Akane leapt over the press conference table she’d been previously melting into. Thrusting forward her right index finger, Akane pointed to her prey, “You!”

 

            Propped up by her Ononokus so as to stand tall above even the reporters was Iris, a precocious brat Akane had met during her travels through New York in 2000, “Let’s battle!”

 

            “What? No, I need to sleep!”

 

            “Not NOW, Ne-neechan! I mean the day after tomorrow!”

 

            “I can’t, I have to go kick the shit out of another State Super Champion!”

 

            “I am a State Super Champion!”

 

            “What? Bullshit, Cheeks!”

 

            “What?! It’s not bullshit; I just won the title yesterday! And don’t call me ‘Cheeks’!”

 

            “What about the old man, Cheeks?!”

 

            “I’m not Cheeks! Also, I defeated Old Man Adeku!”

 

            “No fuckin’ way, bullshit!”

 

            “I’m—it’s not—UGH! Check the internet, Ne-neechan!”

 

            Akane dug out her phone to check the news, which she hadn’t done in two days so as to stay focused on the match before her, “Oh, wow, Cheeks is the new New York champ? Cool!”

 

            “Why yes I—goddamn it, Ne-neechan! I’m not Cheeks!”

 

            “Well, whatever! Iris, prepare to lose your title…eventually!”

 

            “What?!”

 

            “What, am I supposed to embarrass you by taking your title from you in your first title defense?”

 

            “Yes! I mean—no—I mean…UGH!”

 

            “I’ll come for your title when I get a few more, I promise,” Akane pulled down her eyelids with her middle fingers and stuck out her tongue.

 

            The room full of reporters proceeded to pull Iris and Akane off of one another as King and Ononokus simply shrugged and introduced themselves to one another.

 

***

 

            On a small island just off the coast of New York the massive manor of the Carmichael Family stood. Within its halls the head of the Carmichael Family stood. Turning to his wife, the Carmichael patriarch puffed on a cigar, “That wild child appears to have taken our title from the old man.”

 

            Dressed extravagantly in a ball gown to match her husband’s black and white-striped tuxedo the matriarch of the Carmichael Family concurred, “She’ll have to be dealt with. For too long outsiders have challenged our birthright; it is time to reunite the east coast.”

 

            “Agreed, Mother,” the Carmichael patriarch soothed with a puff of his cigar. “How is Angelica’s training progressing?”

 

            “She still has a way to go, but that is unacceptable. I will have to speed up her training, I do say, Father.”

 

            “Do it; the seventeenth title will be ours, as is our birthright, Mother.”

 

            “Of course, Father.”

 

            For generations the Carmichael Family has been a premier, elite family in the world of business, fashion, influence and Pokemon. With one member of the family holding the title of State Super Champion in sixteen of the seventeen coastal states the Carmichaels were now one step closer to their goal of dominating the world of Pokemon battles.

 

The halls of the Carmichael Family home rang with the notes of Lugwig Van Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5 in C Minor.

 

***

 

            Akane trudged her way back to the Bismarck Pokemon Center closest to the stadium to check on her Pokemon as well as get a much deserved shower. Showering all of the sweat and soap off of her form the twenty-something year old trainer exited the shower, put on an ahegao and snapped a picture of her naked form for her wife and then texted it to her before crashing on her bed. “Let’s go somewhere warm next time…”