Story Notes:
Sorry about the massive submission. Meant to get this done five days earlier, but I failed.Ok, so I'm nervous. I have no damn clue if what I wrote serves as an okay writing style. I've been fighting this pressure for a very long time but I don't get any feedback about my work to know if I'm doing well or not. Is this enough detail, too little, too much? Should there be more complex descriptions, more big vocabulary words to make me sound ridiculously extravagantly smart, or is that not even required for a good story? Or how about less dialogue or should there be more? Those are just a few things I ask myself every second I type. Lately writing has been very stressful because whenever I read a good story I think â��If I need people to appreciate my hard work then I should write like that.â�a33; I shouldn't think like that but since I'm left in the dark I can't help it. Am I good enough, or do I suck at some areas? What makes a good story? You tell me readers, please. Help me, I really need it.
Chapter 2
All pokémon species lay eggs, but not all incubate them. Many species leave their eggs and do not nest them. In this case, an egg was left behind naturally, but nurturing pokémon cared for it instinctively, thus raising a young leader in return. This young leader was highly influenced by the first environment that she became accustomed which created an uncommon relationship between herself and her following group.
A place not so far from the local ranch contains a bundle of trees and thick shrubs that act as a natural barrier. The circular boundary concealed and protected a large network that bustles with life. Through the protective border a large organized group of bug pokémon thrived proudly. Here clothing is knit from surrounding natural resources and food is always plentiful for all and ready to be distributed. The civilization provides great caring services all backed by a military all headed by an efficient superior.
"Serperior!" called a leavanny.
The bright early sun light poured past the canopy significantly emphasizing the bright leaf on her head along with the one covering her golden cone-shaped abdomen. Green segmented legs matched her surroundings along with the same colored thorax that defined her feminine structure. Using her leaf blades to push through layers of leaves that separated a smaller clearing from a busy society Leavanny tip toed delicately into the quarters that belonged to the superior. Peeking through the last set of bushes she found the serpent she was looking for. Her usual smile became inverted from the sight of a completely coiled up Serperior who had her head concealed within the center of her spiraled form. Not even the golden curved bands that embellished her body gracefully could hide the distress she felt, and Leavanny sensed that negative energy.
"Serperior, oh goodness what happened to you?" Leavanny called pacing through Serperior's clearing. She approached the still pokémon seeing the coiled pile rise abruptly with audible faint sobs. Then she sat on the nestled grass next to the serpent's side before petting along her velvety hide with her leaf. "Tell me what's wrong."
"Oh Leavanny..." Serperior whined showing her damp head out from within the center of her coiled body. The joyful tether within Leavanny ruptured once she saw the sad image of her closest, strongest friend weep before her; trails of moisture still remained from blood-shot eyes. "I'm so confused with the way I look, Leavanny," she choked with a sob before hiding her face back within herself.
"There there, Serperior, cheer up," she smiled hoping that Serperior would catch her joyous outlook. The leaf pokémon continued to rub her hide gently as she turned towards the bushes she had walked through. "I need two volunteering venipede to fetch some nectar!" After calling her request she then took a seat on top Serperior's leafy tail as she continued her comforting treatment. "Now tell me what got you so upset."
"I screwed up. I couldn't kick out that Seviper guy," she cried.
"Hey, don't get so upset, I thought you were trying to hook up with him? You weren't really trying to kick him out were you; I'm he's the hot stud for you," she cheered.
"No, he's a jerk, a self centered, confusing jerk!" Shortly after her outburst two predominately magenta colored crawlers entered Serperior's clearing just in time. The eight legged, segmented hive members scurried their way into the chamber each rolling a green melon with a nudge of their exoskeletal beak. The loyal pokémon push the fresh nectar filled melon until it was right next to her form where she lazily looked up to take a vine and swipe off the leaf covering the opening of the melon. "Thanks guys," she sniffled, "But can I ask a one question before you go?"
"Sure thing, Superior, go for it," one loyally replied as the other nodded enthusiastically.
"Am I...Do you two think I'm pretty at all?" Serperior managed to inquire shyly as she uncoiled the first quarter of her form raising her upper body off herself for them to view. The highlights of her body were exposed to the two males who froze in place from the unsuspecting question. Both their mouths hung agape from the shock of having their superior present herself seeing the dark green pattern on her chest that formed what looked like an upside-down spike which artistically curved up the edges of her two arched boughs above the large sprouting leaves on where her arms used to be.
Unfortunately, what threw off her looks presently was her reddened and tender tear mangled face from the whole morning of crying added with the awkward position she just placed her two male followers in. "Uh...um well--" one slowly started.
"Well what?" Serperior nearly demanded with fully pitched ears as she loomed over the cowering bugs with an aggressive glare. If she could cross the leaves at her sides in front of her she definitely would to show her emotional discomfort.
The other venipede responded in order to assist his friend. "Well you--"
"Don't bother! I can tell from the hesitation that you guys don't think I look attractive!"
"What, we can't just say you're attractive!"
"Why don't you two just say that I'm fat already then, huh!"
Her outburst scared off her shivering supporters back through the bush they came from. Serperior growled from complete frustration as she watched them disappear off for them to gossip. "Jeez, talk about menstrual cycle!"
"Oh, I know right!" he laughed with his friend as they were clear.
"Gah, I don't want this nectar anymore..." Serperior sulked.
She placed the melon down causing Leavanny to pick up a leaf from the ground to flatly run her tongue across it, being a bonding agent, so she could place the leaf over the cavity on the melon to effectively preserve the sweet. "Oh, Serperior, relax," Leavanny told her casually, "You're just very overwhelmed with your new form, and since you just came out of hibernation right before your heat cycle you're going to tend to feel insecure irrationally. I know it hurts but it's a normal phase to becoming a fully matured female."
"But look at me, I'm just a piece of green rope!" she retorted gesturing to herself with her vines, "I have no arms, I have no legs, I have no buns! See my bust? You don't, because my boobies are gone! I don't have boobies anymore! Instead of them growing like I had hoped they just vanished! At least when you evolved you got a body stunning beyond anything." After her venting argument she miserably plopped her head next to Leavanny.
"Aw, thanks," Leavanny giggled as she pampered her head leaf which aggravated her sad friend, "But you don't need legs to earn any male's heart. You could have no legs, you can have four, eight, but with any of those you can still find that special someone. He's out there somewhere waiting to notice someone like you."
"Whatever, not out here. Such a sappy cliché..." Serperior pouted, "So how was your time with Ledian? Did you have a good night showing him out of the forest?"
"Oh, it was a success, in a bad way though. Looks like I over did the charming and now I think I may have infatuated him. The really bad news is his charm had the same effect on me too," she drifted off with a musing sigh.
Superior's frown lowered as she saw her assistant dream about their new enemy, causing her eyes to build with moisture. "You're lucky. I couldn't even seduce Seviper, my own kind... so I'm unattractive to my kind too."
Before Leavanny could argue she saw Serperior's ears perked up suddenly before she turned her attention towards the shrubs that bordered her clearing from Drake's orchard. "Sarah! Sarah." Leavanny heard the calls too but they both ignored it as Serperior went back moping about her failed half-date. But due to the whole morning of depression Serperior failed to remember the new name that was given to her. "Sarah!"
A few calls later her ears perked up again but this time along with her upper body. "Oh yeah, that's right," she whispered.
"Who's Sarah?"
Leavanny saw Serperior rattle her head in an attempt to shake off her distress wiping her eyes free of dried tears with her vines before completely uncoiling herself. "It's me now, according to Drake. There's nothing in my fangs, right?" she quickly replied before grinning in a cheesy manner to fully expose the two long rows of ivory spears that traced her gum lines which completely altered her friendly demeanor towards Leavanny who fought to keep her tremble under control lest Serperior would take that the wrong way.
"No! I mean their clean, polished, glistened, and... sharp as ever, hehe," she smiled nervously.
"Good, thank you, Leavanny." After retracting her fangs the serpent quickly slithered through her clearing towards the vegetation where Drake's calls came from.
"Why are you worried all of a sudden about your looks? Your new name is Sarah, and Drake named you? How strange! Is there something I'm missing from the big picture?" Leavanny swiftly tried to speak as she struggled behind Serperior through the back of her quarters.
They both made their way through the thick border of shrubbery to get to Drake's owner's fields. Leavanny kept up with her friend as she quickly moved the both of them hearing Drake call out her new name more and more as they neared. Finally, Serperior managed to slow to a stop to peek through the last of the bushes. Leavanny remained behind her friend as she caught her breath while Drake saw the female serpent glance forward in front of his sight.
"Oh, finally Sarah I've been calling you all morning!" he smiled before cutting off the rest of the distance between them.
Serperior smirked as she slowly began to emerge from the hedges. "Well, it's not every day I get my name changed. Good morning--"
"Wait, wait," Drake told forcing out his paw which stopped her from completely slithering out of the hedge, "My owner is nearby and I don't want him finding a ten foot long serpent in his orchard. Plus-whoa, have you been crying?"
"What, no, no," she rapidly shook off before slithering back into the hedge leaving only her head exposed as Leavanny staggered through the shrubs to join her friend.
"Hey, that goes for you too. Don't come out all the way!" Drake warned Leavanny.
"Sorry..." she breathed before doubling over, "Serperior really seemed excited about seeing you so I lost her in the bushes!" Serperior's eyes narrowed over her friend who was smirking as she still rested.
"Yeah, I bet I know why," Drake snickered as he turned away from the hedge. The two watched him walk towards a nearby pear tree where he grabbed something that was obscured by the trunk. "See, I bet she was anticipating the large shipment I brought...just as promised," he strained. Serperior's and Leavanny's curiosity grew as a shiny red toy wagon was hauled out in sight. Drake continued to heave the wagon by the handle causing the two females' expressions expanded with shock. Loaded with an assortment of fruits Leavanny skipped and nearly jumped out of the hedge but restrained herself as told as Drake pulled the wagon over. Serperior was still too busy thinking of a playful come back to appreciate the sweets.
"Yes, that's a lot Drake, thank you! Guess you caught the taste from your chamber, huh Serperior?"
"I didn't even confirm the deal! Leavanny, you're the one...Oh whatever, you both suck," the serpent gave in.
"Hey, that's rude!" Leavanny scolded harmlessly since she was too attracted by the wagon.
"Yeah, be nice to your friends. Is that the thanks I get for bringing part of the cut? How did it go with that whole seviper and ledian thing anyway Sarah?" Serperior didn't respond as she just shook her head while looking at the wagon he pulled. "Sarah?" Again, no response. Drake completely lost her once he recalled her night with the enemy serpent and how disastrous it was for her. Now here was Drake in front of her, the scaly creature she adored to be with, but her confidence was shot for her to remain unconcerned. "Serperior!"
She perked up abruptly before turning towards her deep crush. "Oh...yeah," Serperior sulked, "I'm going to need more time with that hard ass."
"Well, as long as you get them out of here in the end," he smiled in reply.
"And, I'm still working on Ledian too," Leavanny jumped.
"I'm pretty impressed that you actually kept your word and provided us this much fruit and berries," Serperior added.
"Yeah, well..." Drake struggled as he exerted his weight onto the wagon getting it halfway through the hedge, "I'm a dragon of my words. Let me just get this... in there before--"
"Oh that's okay; you don't have to do it." Serperior retracted back into the hedge before turning her heading towards her hive. "Venipede! I need a pair of venipede!" she called.
"Venipede... Hey those are pests, why are you calling bugs!" Drake pointed out as he continued to ram the wagon in but instead managed to cause several of the ripe spheres to tumble off the pile. The three winced as they saw more than half the mountain of fruit collapsed off the toy and onto the ground around Drake. "Great...Awesome."
"Oh, relax. Let my henchmen handle that, please. Oh and these guys, they have never bothered you before," Serperior casually replied as she used her vines to sweep up several fruit into a tight bundle wrap to place back on the wagon.
Two venipede emerged from the shrubbery as Drake gathered the fruit around him. He jumped away upon seeing one scurry in front of him to roll various fruit towards the wagon. His eyes narrowed along with his pupils in a predatory glare, but once the pair of segmented bugs rolled the fruit into the wagon's pile they harmlessly positioned themselves behind the wagon before pushing it flawlessly into the hedge.
"Thank you again, Drake," Leavanny smiled before following the pair through the hedge so she could supervise the escort.
"Uh...no problem I guess," Drake slowly spoke with a repulsed undertone. "You pests are all the same. That's why I got my eye on you now more than ever," he glared while repeatedly pointing two of his claws towards his eyes then towards Serperior's while taking slow steps back, "Until then... I gotta go. My owner probably wants me back, so try again tonight with that seviper."
"Ah really," she huffed, "I gotta put up with that jerk some more now?"
"Whatever happened to your good looks?" he teased as he kept retreating back.
"It's not as easy as it looks to win a male's heart-scratch that, just his attention is hard enough to get you know!"
Drake chuckled insensitively as he turned around towards a hedge bush to get back to his owner. "I wish you luck then!"
Serperior pouted as she turned away into her hedge. She crawled back towards her quarters with her head draped again, the tip of her muzzle inches off the ground in disappointment. Leavanny returned from escorting the two venipede and found her friend appearing depressed like earlier and felt the need to approach her. "I miss the old times, Leavanny," she mused, "I miss last year when I would have that little scaly axew chase me around all the fields to no end. Good times..."
Her idle reminisce, her eyes gazing up towards the windy foliage back by her long, contented smile prompted Leavanny. "You like that little dragon don't you?" she smiled teasingly causing Serperior to taper her gaze at her companion before a vine lashed out and whipped the giggling pokémon on her slim shoulder. "Ow! Why'd you do that!"
Serperior casually strolled back to her chamber with her complacent smile still present. "Remember when I was just a servine and Drake was just an axew and he would always chase me around when I had a berry in my paws? It just felt like a fun game we would always play almost every day," she smiled, "That was just last year. He might not look at it like a game but mainly a chore instead but that was the best part. I love giggling at his jokes and taunts. I mean that's what I like to see in a male. His personality, so laid back, so relaxed, so fun loving like he enjoys life, and so compassionate... hopefully. I know he is. I saw his passion before when we first, first saw each other! See, if I wasn't a pest or maybe if I was still a servine with 'ta-tas' that I can actually cup then maybe he could show his deeper side. That one part of him sheltered away from pokémon like you and me that I wish I can see, hear, and feel, I want it. Now there's pesticide out there, so if I'm found out there then his owner will use something even more hazardous to not just us but all the other local hives around, so...I don't know, Leavanny. I've really grown to like him; wish he felt the same towards me..."
"...That was so deep of you! Your thoughts are maturing into a beautiful desire towards the little male, aww my little serpent is growing up into a beautiful, intelligent female!" Leavanny teasingly adored causing Serperior to turn away with an apparent tint on her cheeks. "So tell me more about your playmate and those days."
"Well, the best part was when we basically first laid eyes on each other, not meaning to make this sound corny or anything, but those romance stories that are passed down are clichéd for a reason; they're true! It was maybe exactly a year ago around the same time as right now. I was in the mood to eat a berry, so I was digging through one of their berry bushes and was about to pick one out. It was a very small bush, like slightly half my height when I was a servine and I was really in there trying to find the perfect berry. Before I completely picked it out though, I felt something gently cup my own paws. Leavanny, I don't know why but that feeling alone made me shiver at the time. I didn't even know what it was but the way it felt was...good, and it wasn't fear; it still makes me quiver thinking about it now!"
"Wow, go on, this is actually kinda exciting!" Leavanny smiled as they slowed to loiter within the foliage.
"Okay so I shiver a bit. I brought my head out to look over wondering what the heck just touched me which was when I saw the little green guy for the first time. He was standing on the other side of the bush with his head behind the bush so I saw his tail only. Oh, I remember like it was just moments ago. I guess it was the first time Drake saw me too. We both slowly rose up like on perfect choir just keeping our stares at each other! It was weird, but we never looked away; he kept his gaze towards me and I did too. I mean now that I look back on it, it was so cute, the way it felt like he was ogling me and everything, but not as cute as when he looked down and realized he had his paws over mine. I remember I shivered like crazy when I looked down too. I swear though, the face he made when he pulled his paws away before he really, really blushed was just so adorable! I practically have had my eye on him since that moment."
"Awww, that's so cute! And since you had arms and legs back then I know he thought the same about you. Too bad you weren't at that maturing phase quite yet, still pretty young, Missy."
"Well...I mean I was blushing really hard too. His face made me smile a whole lot but I don't know if he thought that that was cute."
"Don't ever doubt yourself, not even now. One day you'll believe me and agree that you're a unique one and males love unique females."
"Yeah, yeah. Anyways, I heard his owner call his name though, Drake. It was funny. He looked back then looked at me then back again, and then he looked at me and gripped the berry. That time he had it around my paws while growling with his little muzzle. I couldn't help but giggle; he looked like a little cub. Well, I just smirked before whipping him on his tail before running off with the berry. That began our first chase ever. That was probably the only time I really needed a fruit from him, so since then I've just been doing it on purpose to mess with him."
"Ooh girl, smacking him on the tail. A little dirty for your type at the time!"
"Well I'm worse now; let's just leave it at that," Serperior giggled, "I hate these hormones you keep talking about."
"Ahh, young love is always fun, so adorable. I know for a fact that he likes you!"
"Yeah right, how do you know?" she asked as they began to move at a normal pace again to get to their hive.
"'Cause of what you said. He looked back then at you then back trying to figure out what to do. He didn't want to hurt you, so he felt something. Don't know why you couldn't figure that one out," she formally explained in a way to spite Serperior.
"Okay, so he liked me...great. Now that I am what I am right now I'm sure he's not attracted to me anymore," she moped.
"Oh, please can you listen to yourself? It's very unhealthy to be depressed. You're the queen of this whole hive and you have an amazing fragrance and you're beautiful but you still find yourself as undeserving. For the sake of the hive please remain confident," Leavanny assured as she caressed Serperior's chin which had her paying close attention to Leavanny's words, "I know this is going to sound hard, but just look at seeing and having fun with Drake as satisfactory enough. Do that instead of setting huge goals like looking sexy for him or whatever because that just puts a lot of pressure on you. Instead of feeling stressed form pressure you should be feeling lively like you always do and show off your fun side. And guess what, as you show off your fun side Drake will see your bright personality."
Serperior's ears perked from Leavanny's proposal. "Good point, I guess you're right. But what if he doesn't even--"
"Ah, ah, ah! Don't think about it, just be yourself again. Let's get back to the hive and check the food he brought. Maybe a berry or two will make you feel better, eh 'Saaaraaah'?" Leavanny teased with a giggle not seeing the whip that followed from her remark.
Drake leisurely lied coolly against a thick base of an oak tree. Outside the territory of the orchard was where the clarified fields colored completely around gridlines of fruit and berry trees. Fully rejuvenated grass blades cushioned the dragon's back, and because today was a day where nothing was placed in his agenda it was time to appreciate the vast shades of green around him up to the horizons. Fresh in the day, he had his head over his clasped claws behind him, his legs crossed in the air. Knowing that the pesticide will stop the low leveled pests around nothing worried him. That was the disappointing part. Even though it's supposed to be a stress free season, the negative possibilities crossed him. A man-made product taking his role away, over layering of poison contaminating his owner's products, not being able to see Sarah, his own-wait Sarah? The mere name had him sit up in recoil. Sarah? Why does he care about her; she could starve and he's not supposed to care. However, those chases he had with Sarah as a servine...
"Ha!" he laughed, "If the pesticide has anything to do with Sarah it's just gonna make me bored all day, no big deal."
The words he spoke that he could hear himself however only served as a distraction, something to mislead him away from complete thoughts he never knew he would think. Only his own mouth could prevent him from discovering whatever was in his subconscious layer of ideas. But if Drake isn't occupied and since he's so used to having his agenda filled with some activity, his mind will wander whether he can control it or not. That caused him to muse through fluff to land over something he had grown acquainted to long ago: Sarah's scent. What was once like a bouquet that went wherever she went is now intensified to have a strong spice about her essence now. A smile crept across his muzzle once his nostrils visualized the sweet aroma she naturally produces as a grass type. Even if it was just memory it was still strong enough to stroke his senses, sending a shiver buzzing through his form. If anything, he likes the smell...a lot; hell he can waft within her vicinity all day if it wasn't for the pest boundary that he keeps strongly. Seconds into the recall though, he felt his cheeks tense up. He snapped his eyes open from the many thoughts that occurred from his day dream, each being a byproduct of the grass serpent. No, he couldn't have thought about Sarah that much that closely...Just shrug it off.
"Nah, Sarah's just a pest," he idly smirked before placing his head back over his clasped claws behind him. Not a moment passed as something violently roused Drake back up. Small shrieks echoed through his senses which grew in volume by the second. The fraxure stood up erect nearly frightened himself. The screams were horrific borderline blood curdling. Looking down the slope before him he found the source easily: a small rodent being wildly chased by two pursuers. No wonder the screams were bad; it's just a pest scared out of his fur. Annoyed to say the least, Drake growled and lowered his form to pounce in case he would get involved since all three were heading his direction.
The tanned furry pokémon sprinted across up towards Drake, much to his dismay. Once in range Drake recognized the common enemy to be just a patrat. "Help! Help me, help me!"
"What the hell? Is he asking me for--" Drake suddenly jumped back once the patrat ran past him but only to round behind the dragon and curl up behind him. Drake grimaced aggressively not caring about the fear he saw in the red and yellow eyes of the scout pokémon. "Hey, you do know I'm an exter--"
"Whoa, wait a sec!" Drake snapped back around to see two green backed bugs rapidly skitter up the incline in pursue of the patrat. They stopped a short distance before their new possible combatant both looking belligerent towards the fraxure. "Hey pal, that's our hunt! Just hand him over so we could be on our way!" one venipede threatened.
Drake grew disgusted from the close proximity with the bugs and the rodent behind him, but he stepped forth with a growl as he looked over the two venipede nonetheless. He then turned his head towards the patrat. "What's your story, idiot?"
"I w-was just minding my own business until I nearly became a bug's dinner man!"
"I'm gonna let you get away, but never place a paw near that orchard again, understand," Drake stated.
"Sure thing, sure thing, I swear I won't come back again. Thank you!" the patrat scattered back up to his paws before skipping off further behind Drake.
"Hey what the--" the venipede fumed nearly about to flank around but Drake stepped within his protruding path.
"Dude...I...we were hungry!" the other replied in shock not expecting Drake to just let their hunt run away, "Oh Arceus, my tired claws..."
Drake debated whether to pounce at the two pests left or just talk them into leaving until one spoke up. "Hey wait a sec, ain't he that one fraxure dragon guy?" the venipede asked towards his whining friend which had Drake lower his claws in curiosity.
"Hey," Drake still called getting their intention, "You know... get lost?"
As the two read over Drake the tired venipede's spheres quickly shot open. "Yeeaaah! You're that one dude, the fraxure who our superior keeps talking about!"
"Superior... You mean you two know Serperior?" Drake blurted towards the bugs. It took him a few seconds to notice he spoke towards the enemy as the two nodded jubilantly. Drake quickly covered his bad mouth but he still couldn't help but chuckle at the name, "Oh geez, see that's why I can't call her that!" Drake saw the two bugs chuckle with him their delighted expressions had him raise a brow. It was odd but he just did the right thing by shrugging. "Aw screw it, what's she been saying about me?"
"See I knew it, Venipede!" one exclaimed before turning back to Drake, "You're that dragon, the one who kept losing her in the grass all last season!"
"Hey, hey, I can keep up. Sun keeps getting in my eye that's the only problem, she keeps running towards it!" Drake smiled without worry.
"Oh right, right," the other chuckled with sarcasm before joined by his friend, "I still wonder why she keeps jacking your stuff? It's not like she ever needs any of the fruit."
"Yeah, see that's what I'm saying! She keeps this up her overgrow ability might kick in." Drake completely lowered his guard along with the venipede as they all raucously laughed at the joke.
"Ooh damn, that's messed up!"
"Hey...it's...it's the overweight ability!" the other venipede added to the joke which amplified all three of their laughs. "But you should keep your voice down smart one. She could be around us so she might here, you never know."
Fraxure cracked up, "Oh right, that's right. Well hey, then you should go tell her that her overgrow will kick in without warning if she keeps overeating!"
One of the venipede rolled over from the humor Drake added as they all broke out again. "Ahh, nice! You're...you're pretty cool dude, you're like giritina on wild hemp!"
"Yeah...oh that reminds me, you know what I just remembered?" he asked before taking a step forward with a snarl, "You guys are pests!"
Drake sprung forward close to the pair before whipping his head to one side to show off the vigor of his tusks, but the venipede quickly scurried back. "Hey pal, relax! You act like we actually steal from your orchard everyday or something!"
"What, you guys do. You're pests!" he spat.
"No, wholly hell, you might as well can call us counter-pests, predators that eat the real pests that eat your fruits and berries," one countered, "Besides, we only each eat like maybe one berry maybe once every few months if we're really in the mood. You hate those patrat, we eat them. Sounds like a fair trade don't you think. So...you're welcome."
"Well... d-don't you know Sarah?"
"Who's Sarah?"
"Serperior!"
"Ohhhh, our superior!" they both answered in sync.
"See, that's why I hate calling her that-okay, so if you're predators then why is she a pest?"
"Pal, I don't know what you're talking about since she's the one that runs the whole hive."
"The whole hive-she runs a hive and it's nearby?" Drake yelled in shock.
"Yeah," the other added," As far as I know our workers rarely, and I mean once in a blue moon, take from your orchard, except our superior, but she's a predator too so... I don't know about her."
"Okay, now I'm confused," Drake chuckled in agitation, "She controls your hive... and you're predators... but she takes my crops. Why?"
"Why you asking us? Like we really know, I mean, she's trying to get your attention or something-I don't know. She just evolved before spring hit so she's going into season or something?"
Drake didn't expect that answer one bit. "Ohhh, yeah... Yeah! See that's why she was acting like someone pissed in her nectar today!" the other venipede realized.
"Whoa, okay slow down!" Fraxure told, "She's going into heat soon and you guys think she's trying to get my attention? For her heat, as in... What! But what about the males at your so called 'hive of predators'?"
"Hey, I don't know for the fifth-thousandth time! I was just guessing. 'Sides, we've said enough about her private business, and we're still starving thanks to you," the venipede groaned. "I know it's sudden, but we should get going, so later."
The bugs turned and crawled back down the field they came from originally. Drake still stood there for a few moments trying to gather up every piece of information he got from the helpful bugs. The venipede seemed really friendly, and if what they said about their roles was true then Drake may have to change his beliefs. He likes enjoying any good time and those "pests" provided. Drake allowed his legs to give way finding himself plopping on the grass in confusion. Serperior, in season?
"Could Sarah actually really like me?" Drake thought as he gathered himself to head back to the ranch while thinking about the possibility of that being true. If she only stole to see him then that would be something. A servine stealing from an axew to earn his love? Just the thought made Drake cringe, but a warming blush followed like an addictive aftertaste. "No, that's just too crazy and stupid. She probably has a ton of suitors so why would she even think about me, and as far as I know, she's just a green noodle. No legs, no arms, so no curves. Except then her whole body is a curve, ha!" Drake smiled as he strolled back about to walk through the first set of hedges and trees that towered over his height, but even though he talked to himself to keep the thought away, he found Sarah liking him more than interesting. Deep within his cognitive mind he thought that that was appealing, but his job kept him at bay from exploring the idea further. "Then again, she was really cute as a Servine...aw damn it!"
As Drake grew frustrated down his walk he heard something bound from a few bushes behind him. "Thank you so much man for saving my life! Thank you!" Drake jumped away the patrat that he saved earlier as the rodent tried to tackle him down.
"Get outta here!" he yelled which completely stopped the critter in a standstill, "Get away from those trees by going the opposite direction! Just what I need to add to my headache!" The critter shrieked and ran off to where Drake pointed. "And don't step near my earth again, Dialga!"
To Be Continued