Story Notes:
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.Characters thus Far: Lancer Riocynn (Riolu)Isaac Riocynn (Lucario)Sapphire Ryoka (Pikachu) Lord Aika (Mismagius) Garnett Ryoka (Raichu)
Chapter 3 - The Riocynn's Aishakiri
"Ahh-aah. Y-yes..." Sapphire moaned; on all fours as Lancer pounded against her tailhole. "...D-don't stop!" she bit her lower lip and cringed, trying to hold back her inevitable orgasm. She flinched and constricted herself against his warm, steamy member, an expression of both pain and pleasure noticeable. Lancer was silent, not even a slight groan escaped his lips. He nailed her against the dryrot wood of the exterior of the tugboat's wheelhouse. With every thrust came a creaky symphony as Sapphire endeavored to sustain herself during this rigorous session... she loved every millisecond of it.
He hoisted her up and carried her outside into the raging storm where he violently threw her against the hydraulic pins, screwing her as she gripped it with all of her strength. The rain drenched them near instantly as the boat viciously rocked back and forth, nearly throwing them off but they didn't care... they didn't stop. Sapphire was sweating under the showers, groaning, screaming as Lancer picked up speed and ferocity as the wind and rain intensified.
Sapphire neared her climax, she could hold it no longer and Lancer sensed this. He foreably pushed her head down aginst the pins and sped up his rhythm threefold. Sapphire screamed in pleasure, her mouth wide open as she tightened up, preparing... preparing... then, suddenly, lightning sounded off and Sapphire found herself up on the mainmast of the tugbat.
Perplexed, she shook her head and looked around, trying to piece together what the hell just happened. "Whoa..." she took a couple of minutes for the fact to sink in that all of that was an illusion. Sapphire groaned in discontent, barely able to notice how 'wet' she was due to the rain. "...Wow, that's just great. Aaah! I'm so freaking perverted!!"
Chapter 3: The Riocynn's Aishakiri
Lancer sat secluded within the wheelhouse of the tugboat covered by a small blue blanket that Sapphire stored within the lower deck. He was bundled inside of the warm weaved cotton, lost in his thoughts, while Sapphire was out there in the storm studying the schematics for the boat and tinkering around with the parts and functions. Previously, they had evaded a cluster of sea rocks blocking their path. Damage was minimal but Lancer began complaining about a chance of the boat sinking if not properly maintained.
Sapphire was obligated to concur.
A lightning storm brewed; darkening the skies and creating this eerie insecure feeling. They knew mother nature could turn on them at any moment and just smash their tugboat against a cliff face or a bolt of lightning could roast them alive.
As lightning struck from above, Sapphire had walked through the entrance into the wheelhouse. The indent of her figure lit up, creating a dramatic effect as if the antagonist of a story had just emerged from the darkness. Dripping wet and shivering, she clenched herself and charged up sparks to generate heat.
Her wet body had enhanced this effect.
"You're dripping wet..." Lancer pointed out the obvious; continuing to stare blankly at the wall.
"Oh gee, do you think?"
"Here," he insisted on handing her the blanket. He did not want his little friend to catch a cold or worse. "It's the least I can do." There was a small light of compassion still buried in the young Riolu, even with all he has encountered and been through that day. He could safely say it was the worst day of his life.
"Aw, thank you so much!" Sapphire remarked. Her demeanor had instantaneously converted. She scrubbed her furry body down; jumbling up her fur into a disorderly tangle.
"So how is the boat doing? How bad is the damage?" Lancer probed as he huddled himself up, trying to conserve whatever heat he still contained within his small body.
"There really wasn't anything to fix; but better safe than sorry right?"
"Yeah."
Lancer kept silent as an aftermath. He sat there, feeling the desire to divulge but felt no need to do so with a stranger. Sapphire looked up at him to notice that the little Riolu was holding back incoming tears, he wiped his eyes before they started to flood his face.
"He must be thinking about his brother." Sapphire assumed. She did not want this emotional creature on her ship the entire time, when she asked Lancer to accompany her; she was hoping for somebody to laugh and joke around with. However, she was there, he needed help and she was available to do so. "What are you thinking about?" she wagged her tail.
Lancer looked up at Sapphire, her gentle smile piercing a hole within his heart. Something about it made him break down, something about it made him want to spill his soul out to her; tell her everything. "My brother gave his life to make sure I lived... and what use am I? Why should a hero like himself die and I live?"
"Please, don't say that!" Sapphire implored, firmly gripping his paws. She looked down, a broken Riolu before her, desiring no future. She resents this no matter how attractive she thought he was; believes it is for the pathetic, however, she must reword it kindly. "I believe that everybody has a meaning, if we didn't then why would we be here?"
Lancer groaned and turned away from her as another bolt of lightning struck, the rain beating down on their boat as it rocked back and forth aimlessly. Those open waters activating Lancer's repressed memory banks.
"Come on, talk to me! You've just sort of secluded yourself here the entire time; barely saying anything." Sapphire insisted as she sat down across from the Riolu, her eyes burning into his. She momentarily avoided eye-contact. "I'm guessing this is about your brother?"
"Yeah. I guess I'm pretty obvious, huh?" his blue eyes glowed in the darkness, illuminating gloriously as lightning lit up the land. "All my life he was there for me. Like a bodyguard in a way. He always protected me and sort of spoiled me. I never could do anything by myself. I know I was always an inconvenience and it really bothered him how dependent I was. The last words he said to me were: 'You'd better not let this death be in vain, you big baby'."
Sapphire shifted to the left and rubbed her forehead. "You're not a big baby, though."
"Thanks for trying to make me feel better."
"Honestly though, I don't think-"
"Can we skip this?" Lancer suggested. "I know what I am."
"Um, okay. No problem." Sapphire, sympathetic, felt obligated to do something special for Lancer; something to make him just momentarily forget about his problems. Though, admittedly, she was aiming to do this for herself as well. Endorphins being released during sexual activity was the perfect form of a pain killer and she then had offered herself to Lancer.
The inexperienced Riolu, dumfounded, was unaware of her somewhat subtle attempts to get both of them some of these endorphins.
Sapphire, cuddling up next to him, wrapped herself in his arms and buried her face in his chest. "Ah, you're so warm." Her ears gently rubbed up against him. "Mmm~"
"Um, thank you?" completely oblivious, Lancer tried to scoot away a little; attempting to "unviolate" his violated personal space.
"Y'know... they say that sharing body heat is one of the best ways to keep warm." She rubbed his belly. "I was out in the rain all day, I think I might catch a cold." She placed herself upon his waist, still burying her face deep into his fur. "Can you find a way to heat me up?" at this point, she did not care that he was 14 years old. Her travels limited her relationships and she was constantly needy.
This would be a huge flaw to being an adventurous solo scout.
"Maybe you could exercise or something?"
Sapphire, becoming a little frustrated, tried her luck once again. "I'd rather you be the one to warm me up, Lancer." She rolled those words out of her mouth as seductively as she could, but...
"Aura Calefaction." He muttered, his body tensing up and releasing a large amount of body head... so large and sudden that it forced Sapphire to flinch. Well, it did warm her up as if she were in a spa. As an aftermath, Lancer seemed drained; his eyes looking heavy. "How's that?"
"Ah, hehe, thanks, Lancer." She dismounted the little Riolu, her entire face rouge. She contemplated her situation and concluded: "I guess it's my fault for hitting on a 14 year old. Man, am I pathetic."
**
Time passes as Lancer stay secluded in the wheelhouse feeling sorry for himself. After realizing that sex definitely was a no-go for the Riolu, she needed an alternative way to help him out in his time of need. Talking it all out. Sure it was not as stimulating but it was effective.
She had returned, dripping wet once again. "Heya." She greeted, trying to shake off the moisture from her fur. "How're you doing?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that question?"
"Heh." She failed to acknowledge what he said, instead, she altered the subject to her choice. "I stopped the boat for a little bit because the storm's getting too bad." She gestured how she secured the tugboat to a boulder and deployed the anchor. "We have time; wanna talk about anything?"
"As a matter of fact," he proclaimed. "Yeah. I wanted to... sort of... get all of this off my chest."
"Well." Sapphire wrapped herself in the blanket once again; a puddle forming under her. "I'm here. Okay? Go ahead and let it all out." She reassured.
Lancer offered no contention. Disclosure was what he had waited for; the opportunity to share his problems with another for it seemed that whenever he coveted communication, the world never had the time to listen.
The story he was brewing up was one before he even knew how to fire a slither of Aura out of his body. Back then when he was the runt of the Riocynn Pack.
"A long time ago-" Lancer started, trailing off in his sea of thoughts. His mind instantly focused on the day he gained knowledge about his Pack's "god-given genetics". He learned that he, like the rest of his pack, were blessed with immense, incomprehensible powers. To be capable of having full and complete control of their aura and being able to bend it into an entirely unique fighting style.
This ability was entitled: The Aishakiri.
**
Five years earlier, the Riocynn Pack have been categorized within a group of Pokemon in which humans have named: Anomalies. In other words, similar to mutants of some sort; being deformed in one way or another.
Lancer would remember his father constantly praising him. Convinced of greatness in the future. He could remember being trained much more than the other Riolus; his training exercising noticeably more brutal and challenging. To learn how to control his Aura to its full extent, however, was something he never quite understood.
The Aishakiri is known to have fifty techniques. Fifty different abilities to use and bend to the user's will. Nonetheless, the other Riolus only had to learn ten of their choice. It was their limit. Lancer, on the other hand, was expected to master all fifty variations. He could never get more than 7 though but his father persevered; challenging the young Riolu to his physical boundaries.
By the time the Blight had rose to power, regrettably, Lancer had only learned the normal Riocynn Riolu limit of Aishakiri techniques: Ten. It was too late by then, for by the first days of the infection, the entire Riocynn Pack was wiped out.
**
Sapphire, upon hearing this, placed a paw atop her heart. Lightning struck and her citrine fur illuminated to the point where she bared similarity to an incandescent bulb. "I'm sorry." She poured her sympathy out like a waterfall; preparing to cry for him if the need arose.
"It's not your fault, of course." Lancer needlessly contended as he focused on the downpour meeting the tugboat's wooden main deck beyond the door's threshold. "The Aishakiri is a very powerful thing though, I'm not surprised the Blight would focus on us first. Though Isaac, heh, he was so great. Such a hero and all with his limit of ten Aishakiri abilities. Sometimes I wish it were him who was the one being praised by everybody. All I did was fail; I couldn't learn the two-hundred techniques but if Isaac did... oh man... he would be like a god among Pokemon."
"I can see you really looked up to him, huh?" single drops of water at a time plummeted between the two. Lancer eyeballed the roof; locating a hiatus in the paneling as he thought of an appropriate response.
"Yeah. I always looked up to him. I always wanted to be a hero like him." his face, gradually, became warped. He continued: "Though, sometimes he scared me."
"Hmm? What do you mean?" Sapphire read his messages like Isaac was some sort of saint and now he says this? Feeling misled, she wondered what was the worst he could have done.
Lancer clarified.
**
Night befell the Hoenn Region, icy midnight winds ripped through the woodlands neighboring Oladle town and after a grueling day of training it was time for the Riocynns to establish an encampment. Threats were always considerate; they were constantly in need of protection because Anomalies were never the most accepted Pokemon in the world. They would inaugurate 4 outposts surrounding their encampment and garrison each with 3 Riocynns.
Isaac had been chosen for Sentry duty for the Northern Outpost. Lancer, however, desired to stay with his brother so, as the entire clan slept peacefully, he crept out.
Lancer's little feet plopped against the moist ground; each step unable to be discreet. He arrived to see the other 2 Sentries that Isaac was assigned with but there was no Isaac. Perplexed; all Lancer could think of doing was patiently waiting which had rewarded him. Isaac finally emerged from the vegetation in the distance as a shadowy figure, like an assassin approaching his target.
"Isaac, where the hell where you all of this time?!" one of the Lucarios bellowed.
"My business is my business," Isaac serenely contended. "Don't worry about it."
"You know," the second Lucario kept silent as the first hammered Isaac. "Sometimes there must be punishments for your actions, you can't expect us to let you go free without any-" he prematurely concluded his counter.
Isaac's iris pigment had converted to jade. He was becoming volatile; showing the key sign of a choleric Riocynn. Isaac scowled at the Lucario; aura charging, his body becoming luminescent. It was definitely time to shut the hell up and the Lucario knew it.
"No, no, Isaac, there is no need for the Aishakiri at a small problem such as this!" he pleaded. "Just calm down, alright? Calm down."
"The Aishakiri?" Lancer whispered. "Where have I heard of that before?"
"Yeah Isaac," the second Lucario finally spoke. "We are just asking you to stay at your post from time to time, we can't keep letting you get away with this stuff."
Isaac sighed. "Yes, yes, I apologize. I am under a lot of stress and I don't feel like being scolded by you two." His eyes reverted back to their normal, azure state.
Lancer was relieved, his brother was not going to attack, but this had struck him as deception. What was this "Aishakiri"? Why has Lancer never heard of it? He could only conclude that it had something to do with Isaac's shift in eye color.
He waited until the following day when he could train with his brother. He asked him about the Aishakiri, but Isaac took that as a crime. He covered his little brother's mouth and bonked him on the head. Lancer gave the appropriate response: "What the heck was that for?!"
Isaac divulged, knowing that this secret had been prematurely exposed somehow. The Aishakiri was only meant to be introduced to Riocynns who had mastered 4 of the "non-anomalistic" Riolu abilities. This was the only way the style could be introduced to the Riolus of the pack. They were to learn Force Palm, Endure, Quick Attack and Aura Sphere or else they could advance to the second world of fighting styles known as the Aishakiri.
There were 50 different uses for the Aishakiri, 50 different variations of Aura control... nearly every one as useful as they were deadly.
Especially the 50th.
It was kept a secret due to the fear that Riolus would become impatient and attempt to learn the Aishakiri before they were capable of doing so. If so, the consequences could be dire.
**
"So, what does this 'Aishakiri' do anyways?" realizing that Lancer had this so-called Aishakiri, it changed her opinion on him slightly. More than thinking of him as this tag-along Riolu, now she saw him as this admittedly frightening being. This Riocynn ability sounded overpowered.
"The Aishakiri is just having full control of your aura if you are a Riolu or Lucario," he explained. "We can shape our Aura, make it have different uses, and even solidify it for massive damage or protection."
Sapphire's fear was becoming perceptible. Nonetheless, this fear had an adverse effect on her. It excited and actually aroused her. Her mentality was in confrontation with itself. On one side she had this dangerously sexy Riolu... though on the other hand he was riddled with the fragrance of adolescence. What to do, what to do.
"Are you alright?" Lancer's voice was Sapphire's call back to reality. She had this vacant look; her mind had escaped and gone on vacation for a brief moment.
Snapping out of it; Sapphire attempted to play it cool. "Y-Yup. Yup I'm f-fine, hehehe." Her unremitting stammering definitely was not making this performance authentic. "Just g-got lost in my little old train of thoughts, y'know? N-No biggie, no biggie. Please, continue!"
**
Lancer, still staying on his previous subject, recollected to another moment when his brother had scared him. This was the first time he had witnessed his brother in combat.
Skip to 5 months after the previous incident with Isaac; Lancer had finally mastered the 4 required abilities to acquire the Aishakiri. As his father trained him during the day, Lancer would be sent to Isaac during the night.
Now, entering the Sinnoh region, the Riocynn Pack had once again inaugurated an encampment in the outskirts of Snowpoint city. No forms of cloth were permitted as a phase of training for the children. The phase: To be capable to concentrating their aura into a mass of body heat; a very difficult task since they had just began training with the Aishakiri. By now, sadly, two Riolus had frozen to death but not Lancer, no, somehow the icy winds and freezing snow beneath him remained completely ineffective.
It had might as well be summer for him; guess he had already it mastered and this was a cause of confusion among the elders of the Pack. They knew he was special, but to be able to master aura concentration and convert it into heat on the first attempt was unheard of.
Lancer and Isaac were currently training about a mile away from the encampment, hoping for some peace and quiet for Lancer to concentrate.
"Like... this, big brother?" his arms stay outstretched before him; erected as he took a horse stance in the snow with two pine trees arching over him. He charged his aura and redirected it towards his upper body. Lancer released it through his paws, hoping for a triumphant outcome but... nothing escaped. "What the heck...?"
Isaac sighed; his paws behind his back; a cunt-hair away from his tail. "How can you master Aura Calefaction in one try but not be able to simply fire out a tiny amount of aura from your paws?"
"What is there to be angry about, though?"
"Heh, dad always tells me that that's your favorite response."
"No, I'm being serious though. My life is great, I have a loving family and-"
"Lancer... let's get back to your training, shall we?" Isaac muttered, expressing a barely noticeable repugnance. "Okay. Father is trying to train you through channeling your infuriated aura, correct?"
"Correct!"
"How about we try serene aura, huh?"
"Wait a second though, Isaac."
"Hmm?"
"How do you expel your aura? Through serenity or rage?"
Isaac glared at his little brother, silencing the little Riolu. His mind raced; a certain desire to divulge and let his brother know exactly what was on his mind but instead... "I'd like to keep that a secret, now focus on your own training."
Before Lancer could counter, the rustling of bushes was heard. Footsteps detected as they crunched on the snow and negative energy identified. A high killing intent. "Locals." Isaac observed as two male Abomasnows emerged from the snow-covered vegetation; towering over the Lucario and Riolu. They were silent, humble giants until they decided to open their mouths.
"Look at them eyes." The first one stated as his light violet eyes leered at Lancer, frightening the poor Riolu beyond reason. "Now I 'dun't' believe Lucarios are supposed to have them blue eyes. Now aren't they s'pose to be red?" their southern accents quickly irritated Isaac. His eyes, stressed, shifted to jade.
"Oh ho!" the second Abomasnow exclaimed. "That one's changed! His eyes changed! Ooh, I think we got ourselves some Anomalies here!"
Isaac remained silent; his normally serene demeanor was not to be found. Lancer could sense the aura building up in his big brothers' body; an immense amount. "He's not going to-" Lancer cut himself off, praying that this would not have to end with snow slicked out in gore.
"Dun wanna talk, eh?" the first one said, approaching Lancer. "How 'bout we just show you what we do to yo kind around here. A little demo for yo little one!"
Lancer, petrified, simply froze as the Abomasnow lunged towards him. Witnessing such a gargantuan beast dive in his direction was, without a doubt, the scariest thing he had seen so far. He closed his eyes and flinched; everything became inaudible. Then...
"Lancer. Lancer!" Isaac shook his little brothers' shoulders as he knelt down to his level. "Are you kidding me, Lancer?!" being thrown back into reality by Isaac's raised voice; the first thing Lancer saw was the bloodbath encircling him. The Abomasnows had been mutilated beyond belief and all in a matter of seconds. "You would be dead right now, Lancer, if I wasn't here. You need to learn to protect yourself!"
"I... I..." Lancer, unable to hold his incoming tears, bawled his eyes out. He collapsed atop his knees, tears running down his face. He tried to form a sentence, he really did, but was unable to. Everything had happened so quickly, without warning. Plus, to top it all off, to see Isaac's true power. To see how he could mutilate lesser beings in such a brutal way. The Abomasnows bodies were scrambled beyond recognition; blood and guts stained the white snow and Lancer's body. He could feel it... he could feel the blood trickling down his neck, his arms, his legs.
Lancer broke down, uncontrollably sobbing; unable to cease no matter how hard he endeavored.
Isaac, bowing his head in ignominy for his brother, departed without another word... leaving his brother to weep in seclusion.
**
"Wait, Lancer, do you hear that?" Sapphire interfered in Lancer's storytelling. She heard the clash of lightning, but this was closer than the other strikes that had originated out of the rainy sky. Sapphire bolted outside into the downpour; her fur instantly soaked as soon as she was exposed.
Her tail wagged back and forth repeatedly, her fur stood up on end and her ears became erected. "Not good." She whimpered; another lightning bolt ripped through the grey sky.
"What's wrong?"
"I think a lightning bolt is going to strike the ship... take cover, Lancer." She ordered as she took a hunting pose. Lancer, in fear, backed up into the very corner of the wheelhouse. He had been covered in spider webs by doing this; but in his state of fright, he barely noticed. He curled up in a fetal position, glad his brother was not there to see him puss out.
She hiked up the periphery of the wheelhouse, reaching the mainmast and balancing herself upon the top.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?!" Lancer implored; covering his head with his paws.
"Pfft... of course I do, I'm a Pikachu! Electricity is my specialty. Let's just hope I-" a lightning bolt interjected; firing right out of the clouds and straight towards Sapphire. It seemed planned out, she must have somehow predicted exactly where the lightning would strike.
"Sapphire!!" Lancer wailed as time decreased in speed. Each drop of rain took so long to hit the main deck, the pattern of the lightning bolts erratic movement was perceived and Sapphire... oh, Sapphire... Lancer could see her bend her hind legs then heroically dive headfirst towards the lightning. His heart began to beat furiously, pounding on his chest as if it were going to burst through.
At that moment, she had accomplished a staggering feat. Sapphire, using her body like a conduit, shielded the boat from the lightning by deflecting it back into the sky. However, as she did this, the lightning that had been deflected had changed color from a dark violet... to blue?
As if what she just did was an everyday occurrence, she hopped off the mainmast; landing triumphantly while she turned to lancer and jerked her paw in the air. "Yahoohoo!! I do believe, good sir, that I have repelled our dangerous foe! It is imperative that you now bow down and kiss the ground I walk on." She declaimed with an inappropriate accent.
Lancer gaped at Sapphire in astonishment, now beginning to fathom the fact that his little companion had somehow acquired the talents of the next stage of produced Electricity: Blue Lightning.
**
Black Mercury Clear-Ups
~The Riolus of the Riocynn Pack could not learn the Aishakiri if they did not already learn Force Palm, Endure, Quick Attack and Feint. It was actually a requirement or else they would literally be incapable of learning the Aishakiri.
~Aura Calefaction is the name for converting a Riocynn's aura into heat.
~"Stages" are the term for how advanced and powerful an attack from only Fire or Electricity can be.
~There are 3 Stages only for Fire and Electricity.
~Stage 1 for Fire is Red Flames, Stage 2 is Blue Flames and Stage 3 is White Flames.
~Stage 1 for Electricity is Yellow Electricity, Stage 2 is Blue Electricity and Stage 3 is Purple Electricity.
He hoisted her up and carried her outside into the raging storm where he violently threw her against the hydraulic pins, screwing her as she gripped it with all of her strength. The rain drenched them near instantly as the boat viciously rocked back and forth, nearly throwing them off but they didn't care... they didn't stop. Sapphire was sweating under the showers, groaning, screaming as Lancer picked up speed and ferocity as the wind and rain intensified.
Sapphire neared her climax, she could hold it no longer and Lancer sensed this. He foreably pushed her head down aginst the pins and sped up his rhythm threefold. Sapphire screamed in pleasure, her mouth wide open as she tightened up, preparing... preparing... then, suddenly, lightning sounded off and Sapphire found herself up on the mainmast of the tugbat.
Perplexed, she shook her head and looked around, trying to piece together what the hell just happened. "Whoa..." she took a couple of minutes for the fact to sink in that all of that was an illusion. Sapphire groaned in discontent, barely able to notice how 'wet' she was due to the rain. "...Wow, that's just great. Aaah! I'm so freaking perverted!!"
Chapter 3: The Riocynn's Aishakiri
Lancer sat secluded within the wheelhouse of the tugboat covered by a small blue blanket that Sapphire stored within the lower deck. He was bundled inside of the warm weaved cotton, lost in his thoughts, while Sapphire was out there in the storm studying the schematics for the boat and tinkering around with the parts and functions. Previously, they had evaded a cluster of sea rocks blocking their path. Damage was minimal but Lancer began complaining about a chance of the boat sinking if not properly maintained.
Sapphire was obligated to concur.
A lightning storm brewed; darkening the skies and creating this eerie insecure feeling. They knew mother nature could turn on them at any moment and just smash their tugboat against a cliff face or a bolt of lightning could roast them alive.
As lightning struck from above, Sapphire had walked through the entrance into the wheelhouse. The indent of her figure lit up, creating a dramatic effect as if the antagonist of a story had just emerged from the darkness. Dripping wet and shivering, she clenched herself and charged up sparks to generate heat.
Her wet body had enhanced this effect.
"You're dripping wet..." Lancer pointed out the obvious; continuing to stare blankly at the wall.
"Oh gee, do you think?"
"Here," he insisted on handing her the blanket. He did not want his little friend to catch a cold or worse. "It's the least I can do." There was a small light of compassion still buried in the young Riolu, even with all he has encountered and been through that day. He could safely say it was the worst day of his life.
"Aw, thank you so much!" Sapphire remarked. Her demeanor had instantaneously converted. She scrubbed her furry body down; jumbling up her fur into a disorderly tangle.
"So how is the boat doing? How bad is the damage?" Lancer probed as he huddled himself up, trying to conserve whatever heat he still contained within his small body.
"There really wasn't anything to fix; but better safe than sorry right?"
"Yeah."
Lancer kept silent as an aftermath. He sat there, feeling the desire to divulge but felt no need to do so with a stranger. Sapphire looked up at him to notice that the little Riolu was holding back incoming tears, he wiped his eyes before they started to flood his face.
"He must be thinking about his brother." Sapphire assumed. She did not want this emotional creature on her ship the entire time, when she asked Lancer to accompany her; she was hoping for somebody to laugh and joke around with. However, she was there, he needed help and she was available to do so. "What are you thinking about?" she wagged her tail.
Lancer looked up at Sapphire, her gentle smile piercing a hole within his heart. Something about it made him break down, something about it made him want to spill his soul out to her; tell her everything. "My brother gave his life to make sure I lived... and what use am I? Why should a hero like himself die and I live?"
"Please, don't say that!" Sapphire implored, firmly gripping his paws. She looked down, a broken Riolu before her, desiring no future. She resents this no matter how attractive she thought he was; believes it is for the pathetic, however, she must reword it kindly. "I believe that everybody has a meaning, if we didn't then why would we be here?"
Lancer groaned and turned away from her as another bolt of lightning struck, the rain beating down on their boat as it rocked back and forth aimlessly. Those open waters activating Lancer's repressed memory banks.
"Come on, talk to me! You've just sort of secluded yourself here the entire time; barely saying anything." Sapphire insisted as she sat down across from the Riolu, her eyes burning into his. She momentarily avoided eye-contact. "I'm guessing this is about your brother?"
"Yeah. I guess I'm pretty obvious, huh?" his blue eyes glowed in the darkness, illuminating gloriously as lightning lit up the land. "All my life he was there for me. Like a bodyguard in a way. He always protected me and sort of spoiled me. I never could do anything by myself. I know I was always an inconvenience and it really bothered him how dependent I was. The last words he said to me were: 'You'd better not let this death be in vain, you big baby'."
Sapphire shifted to the left and rubbed her forehead. "You're not a big baby, though."
"Thanks for trying to make me feel better."
"Honestly though, I don't think-"
"Can we skip this?" Lancer suggested. "I know what I am."
"Um, okay. No problem." Sapphire, sympathetic, felt obligated to do something special for Lancer; something to make him just momentarily forget about his problems. Though, admittedly, she was aiming to do this for herself as well. Endorphins being released during sexual activity was the perfect form of a pain killer and she then had offered herself to Lancer.
The inexperienced Riolu, dumfounded, was unaware of her somewhat subtle attempts to get both of them some of these endorphins.
Sapphire, cuddling up next to him, wrapped herself in his arms and buried her face in his chest. "Ah, you're so warm." Her ears gently rubbed up against him. "Mmm~"
"Um, thank you?" completely oblivious, Lancer tried to scoot away a little; attempting to "unviolate" his violated personal space.
"Y'know... they say that sharing body heat is one of the best ways to keep warm." She rubbed his belly. "I was out in the rain all day, I think I might catch a cold." She placed herself upon his waist, still burying her face deep into his fur. "Can you find a way to heat me up?" at this point, she did not care that he was 14 years old. Her travels limited her relationships and she was constantly needy.
This would be a huge flaw to being an adventurous solo scout.
"Maybe you could exercise or something?"
Sapphire, becoming a little frustrated, tried her luck once again. "I'd rather you be the one to warm me up, Lancer." She rolled those words out of her mouth as seductively as she could, but...
"Aura Calefaction." He muttered, his body tensing up and releasing a large amount of body head... so large and sudden that it forced Sapphire to flinch. Well, it did warm her up as if she were in a spa. As an aftermath, Lancer seemed drained; his eyes looking heavy. "How's that?"
"Ah, hehe, thanks, Lancer." She dismounted the little Riolu, her entire face rouge. She contemplated her situation and concluded: "I guess it's my fault for hitting on a 14 year old. Man, am I pathetic."
**
Time passes as Lancer stay secluded in the wheelhouse feeling sorry for himself. After realizing that sex definitely was a no-go for the Riolu, she needed an alternative way to help him out in his time of need. Talking it all out. Sure it was not as stimulating but it was effective.
She had returned, dripping wet once again. "Heya." She greeted, trying to shake off the moisture from her fur. "How're you doing?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that question?"
"Heh." She failed to acknowledge what he said, instead, she altered the subject to her choice. "I stopped the boat for a little bit because the storm's getting too bad." She gestured how she secured the tugboat to a boulder and deployed the anchor. "We have time; wanna talk about anything?"
"As a matter of fact," he proclaimed. "Yeah. I wanted to... sort of... get all of this off my chest."
"Well." Sapphire wrapped herself in the blanket once again; a puddle forming under her. "I'm here. Okay? Go ahead and let it all out." She reassured.
Lancer offered no contention. Disclosure was what he had waited for; the opportunity to share his problems with another for it seemed that whenever he coveted communication, the world never had the time to listen.
The story he was brewing up was one before he even knew how to fire a slither of Aura out of his body. Back then when he was the runt of the Riocynn Pack.
"A long time ago-" Lancer started, trailing off in his sea of thoughts. His mind instantly focused on the day he gained knowledge about his Pack's "god-given genetics". He learned that he, like the rest of his pack, were blessed with immense, incomprehensible powers. To be capable of having full and complete control of their aura and being able to bend it into an entirely unique fighting style.
This ability was entitled: The Aishakiri.
**
Five years earlier, the Riocynn Pack have been categorized within a group of Pokemon in which humans have named: Anomalies. In other words, similar to mutants of some sort; being deformed in one way or another.
Lancer would remember his father constantly praising him. Convinced of greatness in the future. He could remember being trained much more than the other Riolus; his training exercising noticeably more brutal and challenging. To learn how to control his Aura to its full extent, however, was something he never quite understood.
The Aishakiri is known to have fifty techniques. Fifty different abilities to use and bend to the user's will. Nonetheless, the other Riolus only had to learn ten of their choice. It was their limit. Lancer, on the other hand, was expected to master all fifty variations. He could never get more than 7 though but his father persevered; challenging the young Riolu to his physical boundaries.
By the time the Blight had rose to power, regrettably, Lancer had only learned the normal Riocynn Riolu limit of Aishakiri techniques: Ten. It was too late by then, for by the first days of the infection, the entire Riocynn Pack was wiped out.
**
Sapphire, upon hearing this, placed a paw atop her heart. Lightning struck and her citrine fur illuminated to the point where she bared similarity to an incandescent bulb. "I'm sorry." She poured her sympathy out like a waterfall; preparing to cry for him if the need arose.
"It's not your fault, of course." Lancer needlessly contended as he focused on the downpour meeting the tugboat's wooden main deck beyond the door's threshold. "The Aishakiri is a very powerful thing though, I'm not surprised the Blight would focus on us first. Though Isaac, heh, he was so great. Such a hero and all with his limit of ten Aishakiri abilities. Sometimes I wish it were him who was the one being praised by everybody. All I did was fail; I couldn't learn the two-hundred techniques but if Isaac did... oh man... he would be like a god among Pokemon."
"I can see you really looked up to him, huh?" single drops of water at a time plummeted between the two. Lancer eyeballed the roof; locating a hiatus in the paneling as he thought of an appropriate response.
"Yeah. I always looked up to him. I always wanted to be a hero like him." his face, gradually, became warped. He continued: "Though, sometimes he scared me."
"Hmm? What do you mean?" Sapphire read his messages like Isaac was some sort of saint and now he says this? Feeling misled, she wondered what was the worst he could have done.
Lancer clarified.
**
Night befell the Hoenn Region, icy midnight winds ripped through the woodlands neighboring Oladle town and after a grueling day of training it was time for the Riocynns to establish an encampment. Threats were always considerate; they were constantly in need of protection because Anomalies were never the most accepted Pokemon in the world. They would inaugurate 4 outposts surrounding their encampment and garrison each with 3 Riocynns.
Isaac had been chosen for Sentry duty for the Northern Outpost. Lancer, however, desired to stay with his brother so, as the entire clan slept peacefully, he crept out.
Lancer's little feet plopped against the moist ground; each step unable to be discreet. He arrived to see the other 2 Sentries that Isaac was assigned with but there was no Isaac. Perplexed; all Lancer could think of doing was patiently waiting which had rewarded him. Isaac finally emerged from the vegetation in the distance as a shadowy figure, like an assassin approaching his target.
"Isaac, where the hell where you all of this time?!" one of the Lucarios bellowed.
"My business is my business," Isaac serenely contended. "Don't worry about it."
"You know," the second Lucario kept silent as the first hammered Isaac. "Sometimes there must be punishments for your actions, you can't expect us to let you go free without any-" he prematurely concluded his counter.
Isaac's iris pigment had converted to jade. He was becoming volatile; showing the key sign of a choleric Riocynn. Isaac scowled at the Lucario; aura charging, his body becoming luminescent. It was definitely time to shut the hell up and the Lucario knew it.
"No, no, Isaac, there is no need for the Aishakiri at a small problem such as this!" he pleaded. "Just calm down, alright? Calm down."
"The Aishakiri?" Lancer whispered. "Where have I heard of that before?"
"Yeah Isaac," the second Lucario finally spoke. "We are just asking you to stay at your post from time to time, we can't keep letting you get away with this stuff."
Isaac sighed. "Yes, yes, I apologize. I am under a lot of stress and I don't feel like being scolded by you two." His eyes reverted back to their normal, azure state.
Lancer was relieved, his brother was not going to attack, but this had struck him as deception. What was this "Aishakiri"? Why has Lancer never heard of it? He could only conclude that it had something to do with Isaac's shift in eye color.
He waited until the following day when he could train with his brother. He asked him about the Aishakiri, but Isaac took that as a crime. He covered his little brother's mouth and bonked him on the head. Lancer gave the appropriate response: "What the heck was that for?!"
Isaac divulged, knowing that this secret had been prematurely exposed somehow. The Aishakiri was only meant to be introduced to Riocynns who had mastered 4 of the "non-anomalistic" Riolu abilities. This was the only way the style could be introduced to the Riolus of the pack. They were to learn Force Palm, Endure, Quick Attack and Aura Sphere or else they could advance to the second world of fighting styles known as the Aishakiri.
There were 50 different uses for the Aishakiri, 50 different variations of Aura control... nearly every one as useful as they were deadly.
Especially the 50th.
It was kept a secret due to the fear that Riolus would become impatient and attempt to learn the Aishakiri before they were capable of doing so. If so, the consequences could be dire.
**
"So, what does this 'Aishakiri' do anyways?" realizing that Lancer had this so-called Aishakiri, it changed her opinion on him slightly. More than thinking of him as this tag-along Riolu, now she saw him as this admittedly frightening being. This Riocynn ability sounded overpowered.
"The Aishakiri is just having full control of your aura if you are a Riolu or Lucario," he explained. "We can shape our Aura, make it have different uses, and even solidify it for massive damage or protection."
Sapphire's fear was becoming perceptible. Nonetheless, this fear had an adverse effect on her. It excited and actually aroused her. Her mentality was in confrontation with itself. On one side she had this dangerously sexy Riolu... though on the other hand he was riddled with the fragrance of adolescence. What to do, what to do.
"Are you alright?" Lancer's voice was Sapphire's call back to reality. She had this vacant look; her mind had escaped and gone on vacation for a brief moment.
Snapping out of it; Sapphire attempted to play it cool. "Y-Yup. Yup I'm f-fine, hehehe." Her unremitting stammering definitely was not making this performance authentic. "Just g-got lost in my little old train of thoughts, y'know? N-No biggie, no biggie. Please, continue!"
**
Lancer, still staying on his previous subject, recollected to another moment when his brother had scared him. This was the first time he had witnessed his brother in combat.
Skip to 5 months after the previous incident with Isaac; Lancer had finally mastered the 4 required abilities to acquire the Aishakiri. As his father trained him during the day, Lancer would be sent to Isaac during the night.
Now, entering the Sinnoh region, the Riocynn Pack had once again inaugurated an encampment in the outskirts of Snowpoint city. No forms of cloth were permitted as a phase of training for the children. The phase: To be capable to concentrating their aura into a mass of body heat; a very difficult task since they had just began training with the Aishakiri. By now, sadly, two Riolus had frozen to death but not Lancer, no, somehow the icy winds and freezing snow beneath him remained completely ineffective.
It had might as well be summer for him; guess he had already it mastered and this was a cause of confusion among the elders of the Pack. They knew he was special, but to be able to master aura concentration and convert it into heat on the first attempt was unheard of.
Lancer and Isaac were currently training about a mile away from the encampment, hoping for some peace and quiet for Lancer to concentrate.
"Like... this, big brother?" his arms stay outstretched before him; erected as he took a horse stance in the snow with two pine trees arching over him. He charged his aura and redirected it towards his upper body. Lancer released it through his paws, hoping for a triumphant outcome but... nothing escaped. "What the heck...?"
Isaac sighed; his paws behind his back; a cunt-hair away from his tail. "How can you master Aura Calefaction in one try but not be able to simply fire out a tiny amount of aura from your paws?"
"What is there to be angry about, though?"
"Heh, dad always tells me that that's your favorite response."
"No, I'm being serious though. My life is great, I have a loving family and-"
"Lancer... let's get back to your training, shall we?" Isaac muttered, expressing a barely noticeable repugnance. "Okay. Father is trying to train you through channeling your infuriated aura, correct?"
"Correct!"
"How about we try serene aura, huh?"
"Wait a second though, Isaac."
"Hmm?"
"How do you expel your aura? Through serenity or rage?"
Isaac glared at his little brother, silencing the little Riolu. His mind raced; a certain desire to divulge and let his brother know exactly what was on his mind but instead... "I'd like to keep that a secret, now focus on your own training."
Before Lancer could counter, the rustling of bushes was heard. Footsteps detected as they crunched on the snow and negative energy identified. A high killing intent. "Locals." Isaac observed as two male Abomasnows emerged from the snow-covered vegetation; towering over the Lucario and Riolu. They were silent, humble giants until they decided to open their mouths.
"Look at them eyes." The first one stated as his light violet eyes leered at Lancer, frightening the poor Riolu beyond reason. "Now I 'dun't' believe Lucarios are supposed to have them blue eyes. Now aren't they s'pose to be red?" their southern accents quickly irritated Isaac. His eyes, stressed, shifted to jade.
"Oh ho!" the second Abomasnow exclaimed. "That one's changed! His eyes changed! Ooh, I think we got ourselves some Anomalies here!"
Isaac remained silent; his normally serene demeanor was not to be found. Lancer could sense the aura building up in his big brothers' body; an immense amount. "He's not going to-" Lancer cut himself off, praying that this would not have to end with snow slicked out in gore.
"Dun wanna talk, eh?" the first one said, approaching Lancer. "How 'bout we just show you what we do to yo kind around here. A little demo for yo little one!"
Lancer, petrified, simply froze as the Abomasnow lunged towards him. Witnessing such a gargantuan beast dive in his direction was, without a doubt, the scariest thing he had seen so far. He closed his eyes and flinched; everything became inaudible. Then...
"Lancer. Lancer!" Isaac shook his little brothers' shoulders as he knelt down to his level. "Are you kidding me, Lancer?!" being thrown back into reality by Isaac's raised voice; the first thing Lancer saw was the bloodbath encircling him. The Abomasnows had been mutilated beyond belief and all in a matter of seconds. "You would be dead right now, Lancer, if I wasn't here. You need to learn to protect yourself!"
"I... I..." Lancer, unable to hold his incoming tears, bawled his eyes out. He collapsed atop his knees, tears running down his face. He tried to form a sentence, he really did, but was unable to. Everything had happened so quickly, without warning. Plus, to top it all off, to see Isaac's true power. To see how he could mutilate lesser beings in such a brutal way. The Abomasnows bodies were scrambled beyond recognition; blood and guts stained the white snow and Lancer's body. He could feel it... he could feel the blood trickling down his neck, his arms, his legs.
Lancer broke down, uncontrollably sobbing; unable to cease no matter how hard he endeavored.
Isaac, bowing his head in ignominy for his brother, departed without another word... leaving his brother to weep in seclusion.
**
"Wait, Lancer, do you hear that?" Sapphire interfered in Lancer's storytelling. She heard the clash of lightning, but this was closer than the other strikes that had originated out of the rainy sky. Sapphire bolted outside into the downpour; her fur instantly soaked as soon as she was exposed.
Her tail wagged back and forth repeatedly, her fur stood up on end and her ears became erected. "Not good." She whimpered; another lightning bolt ripped through the grey sky.
"What's wrong?"
"I think a lightning bolt is going to strike the ship... take cover, Lancer." She ordered as she took a hunting pose. Lancer, in fear, backed up into the very corner of the wheelhouse. He had been covered in spider webs by doing this; but in his state of fright, he barely noticed. He curled up in a fetal position, glad his brother was not there to see him puss out.
She hiked up the periphery of the wheelhouse, reaching the mainmast and balancing herself upon the top.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?!" Lancer implored; covering his head with his paws.
"Pfft... of course I do, I'm a Pikachu! Electricity is my specialty. Let's just hope I-" a lightning bolt interjected; firing right out of the clouds and straight towards Sapphire. It seemed planned out, she must have somehow predicted exactly where the lightning would strike.
"Sapphire!!" Lancer wailed as time decreased in speed. Each drop of rain took so long to hit the main deck, the pattern of the lightning bolts erratic movement was perceived and Sapphire... oh, Sapphire... Lancer could see her bend her hind legs then heroically dive headfirst towards the lightning. His heart began to beat furiously, pounding on his chest as if it were going to burst through.
At that moment, she had accomplished a staggering feat. Sapphire, using her body like a conduit, shielded the boat from the lightning by deflecting it back into the sky. However, as she did this, the lightning that had been deflected had changed color from a dark violet... to blue?
As if what she just did was an everyday occurrence, she hopped off the mainmast; landing triumphantly while she turned to lancer and jerked her paw in the air. "Yahoohoo!! I do believe, good sir, that I have repelled our dangerous foe! It is imperative that you now bow down and kiss the ground I walk on." She declaimed with an inappropriate accent.
Lancer gaped at Sapphire in astonishment, now beginning to fathom the fact that his little companion had somehow acquired the talents of the next stage of produced Electricity: Blue Lightning.
**
Black Mercury Clear-Ups
~The Riolus of the Riocynn Pack could not learn the Aishakiri if they did not already learn Force Palm, Endure, Quick Attack and Feint. It was actually a requirement or else they would literally be incapable of learning the Aishakiri.
~Aura Calefaction is the name for converting a Riocynn's aura into heat.
~"Stages" are the term for how advanced and powerful an attack from only Fire or Electricity can be.
~There are 3 Stages only for Fire and Electricity.
~Stage 1 for Fire is Red Flames, Stage 2 is Blue Flames and Stage 3 is White Flames.
~Stage 1 for Electricity is Yellow Electricity, Stage 2 is Blue Electricity and Stage 3 is Purple Electricity.