Prologue

How the heck did this all come about, anyway? Things never seem to happen the way we all plan out, but maybe it’s all part of the grand design, if such a thing even exists. Now, as I lie with my back to the ground, I find myself rendered immobile with a dilemma; my time has come to forfeit my right as pack leader before I even begun, or even chosen a mate to govern beside me, damn it. Things tend to get a little complex for a humble Steelix such as myself, and I'll explain why soon enough.

Anyway... Dang it, there wasn't any two ways to describe this secondary stipulation of leadership; it's just something that had to be. Yeah, you can tell that I'm frustrated. Ideally, my chosen mate would choose me just as I chose her: a union that isn't just about love, but a compromise. It doesn't just come from the pumping action of our feral desires, or even flowery words to wash us with sugared fancies. It's an understanding of one-another and the needs we each have. Sounds simple yeah? Well everything does these days.

As I described to you earlier, this mate would be my omega and she, invariably, would be the one that completes me. Likewise, I would serve the same function in return. Being injured now, none have presented themselves to me, and who could blame them? I mean, just look at me: in my current state, I’m only just about a little more than a cripple. Then again, maybe my hope doesn't rely on an Onyx, but someone a little less likely. She has been there for me all along, one not fitting in with the usual carnival grounds of Onix, but one more deserving of my time and affection.

A clan of Onix is unlike any other, and to clarify this, we're not the friendly type. Usually us folks don't get along with others too well: simply put, we love to wreck shit and rampage. However, you would be wrong to assume that we're all uncivil, as even within the chaos, there is structure and a hierarchy of command. Now at this stage, you'd probably beg to differ and assume that we're all brutes through-and-through, right? Well, you wouldn't be wrong there.

That is what we are... But at the same time, there is so much more to us.

Of course, none of this would make sense to you yet, so I must begin with our traditions. Usually most figure that I'd start by telling you that I was born in such-and-such a location or whatever, but come on, do I really seem like that type to you? However -not to be a stickler or anything- I must begin with events that transpired not so long ago, and a wandering mind can't help but think of how these feelings for a particular someone actually manifested.

Our previous leader had moved on. Poof. Expired. Taken the dirt nap. Or whatever your fancy terms are. And so, the rite of leadership had presented itself to us like a nasty old boulder waiting to land on our heads. A decision needed to be made. And being a male, I was eligible to prove myself worthy of being the one true alpha; but to take a position so prestigious, I would have to take some kick-ass beatings before I could succeed, as all males within the clan were driven to vie for the coveted throne.

Sometimes, passing folk would hear rumbles and tremors beneath the grounds around here, and in most cases this was due to the immense battles that raged underneath. And for clarification, I was not yet a Steelix at the time of these battles. How silly of me to mention this so late in these readings.

But to get back on track, the battles that took place were a little less than traditional: groups of four or five would simultaneously duke it out. Tactical elimination was common where two or more would fight together against a stronger Onix to prematurely take it out of the competition. Unfortunately, this habit became a trend within the whole competition: a bunch of dickless morons ganging up on the most powerful and deserving.... Though looking back, I wasn't much different.

These battles that took place were hugely impacting, thus the reason these battles were limited to smaller groups; the concept isn't awfully hard to understand, as these fights carried the potential to wreck the land above and cause cave-ins below. There is some balance to nature, and even we understood how to properly live within these lands, unlike humans who destroy their habitats amidst other unsavory crap.

But before I knew it, the battle for leadership had finally come down to a group of four, including myself. Unlike my hooligan consorts, I had a distinct strategy, avoiding head-on conflicts and striking from the sidelines. I wasn't a coward to any decree, but being the weaker of the bunch, I had to wait for the others to first eliminate the strongest in prior matches. Though despite the fact that I had made it that point, I will admit that my advancement through the rounds was more due to luck than fighting skill, or even my previously-discussed strategy.

In the end, it came down to me playing the unconscious one after a nasty hit on the head in an attempt to ride out a bit of the competition; not being as hasty as the those other guys were, I bought myself some time in my feigned unconsciousness. When there were two opponents left I took my chances, as I believed the two to be weaker than me. But what I didn't expect was that in a two-on-one situation, they had pretty much honed their double-teaming, gang-banging methods to a tee. Even still, knowing that I might have conserved enough stamina to help me through the fight, I figured that I still had a good shot at victory.

Needless to say, things didn't go exactly as I'd expected and I took a right bruising. The fight was becoming more and more difficult, and finally, this Onix couldn't stand it anymore. Those bastards knew I had previously played dead, so what do they do? Toss me to one another like a salad, complete with relentless assaults to ensure I wasn't pulling a fast one. I have to say, I really was in no condition to continue, but those jerks had to keep on beating down on me. Something finally gave: from what I could tell, it was more of an instinct to survive, as I knew that those assholes were probably going to kill me.

I... evolved.

Light, that's all I can say. I have no way to put it into words, or describe how it felt as I was engulfed in a foreign euphoria. Steelix were uncommon in the wild, and none existed within my herd. At the time of evoking my newer form, I have to admit: I nearly shit my craggy ass.

Not literally, of course. But pretty damn close.

It was a natural fear and the first that I'd ever felt of it. Even the most hardened at times fear the end, and that's exactly what I thought it was. However, at the same time it felt incredible. Amazing even. Brilliant whites washed through my vision before eventually fading, restoring my sight. It felt almost as if I was waking up and opening my eyes to a new dawn. Shock registered on the faces of my two opponents, their eyes barely registering my new form as they redoubled their efforts, but to no avail. I saw to it to make quick and devastating work of them. All it took was a small amount of well-timed attacks, nothing more. Perhaps I'm playing it down a little, seeing as though I did use a bit more power than I should have during the actual events. But being within a new body and not knowing its boundaries, I caused a cave-in during my final blow to them. Before I could comprehend what was happening, the lower half of my body was crushed, trapped under soil and boulders that struck down in literal tons.

Yeah, I get it: I'd become a badass with this new body and the right of leadership was finally within my grasp... But the whole ordeal left me crippled. It took several other Onix -and several hours- to free me from my earthen prison. I was free, but unable to move; they carried me, their new potential leader, back to our cave. Our safe haven. This sums up the next stage in a nutshell.

Now, having been chosen, I expected that females would flock to my side to be chosen as a mate, similar to what I had seen after our last alpha was victorious. Being male, just the thought got my blood pumping... But it never happened. Our cave had many sub-chambers, one of which had been allocated for the alpha. In that chamber I waited, but not a soul came.

Days passed, and before the new moon faced down on us, tradition demanded that I have a female consort if no females were willing to become my mate. Within this time, there were many more dealings going on than I thought, including a whole shitty bunch of conspiracy crap between the females. No lady of any clear-headed nature would show their rocky face to me. Why? Who would want to have to play a maid's hand to my needs knowing that I could barely move? Even though I was their acting leader, they knew as much as I did that if I didn't find a mate, the Onix who was next in line would take over. They wouldn't need to commit to such derogatory actions of feeding him, bathing him, or anything else for the matter.

Now that you understand my situation, I can truly begin yapping on about the trivialities.

Aqua Blue Eyes

Written by Ashoka, Mysterydude42

and TehZombieWaster

Rousing myself from my heavy slumber, I plucked an eye open, feeling a frown crack across my silvery head. Soon, the sight that I woke to every day gave me that jolting that was necessary to smack me out of the foul mood I awoke to on most days. Ah, I could really say that this was a great location for a leader's chamber: rocks of varying shades of gray surrounded me, corners highlighted with hues of rich, coppery textures. It was thankfully large enough to house me, considering none of these enclosures were made to contain a creature of my monstrous proportions. Eyes lazily shifting, I stared at the opening to my chamber, which fed into the rest of the main cave system whose beauty was unrivalled. Save for my current room, of course.

Within the vastness of this megalithic cave we had claimed as our own, my herd usually delegated my tasks to the others, who sometimes instead played and mingled. Through my intervention, the subdivision of those niggles -some social graces which had slowly etched us apart- had mostly worn thin and unity had begun anew. Not all had given way unfortunately, hence my predicament.

The day began not with the usual mundane growls of my fellow peers, but with the boisterous, judgmental cries of my herd echoing throughout the chambers. I'd say that some poor sap had lost their way and wandered into our cave, as per the usual. By nature, we could be the rather hostile bunch and quickly take up arms -or tails for that matter- over the smallest of disturbances. If only I could move, I would have been inclined to investigate the cause of that blasted uproar. But hell, it wasn't even an option for me and I would have been lucky to be able to wriggle a few meters.

Ayr's voice soon boomed through the passageways; it never failed to capture me, as it was always distinct from the other ramblings of the herd. Though it was probably more due to the fact that he was my closest ally, friend even.

Looking up, a brooding male like myself couldn't help but to quip a moment at a shadow that crept into my quarters. What in blue blazes... Blue indeed. Those eyes: shining as brightly as polished sapphires..... Before me toppled a... a...

Human...

The terrorizing sounds of my herd fell upon this creature, dressed to the nines in its horrid blend of false skins and that unkempt mesh of fur on its head, or whatever those hooligans called it. Hair? Manes? Who the hell knew. I closely observed the creature and for the life of my rocks, I couldn't figure out why the hell they had brought it to me.

"You should know better than to bring these things in here," I growled, "they know nothing but how to hunt and kill; that's all they do."

Ayr's gravel-like voice crackled as he loudly replied while the terrified creature covered its ears with its frail-looking hands, curling up like a trapped Raticate. "This one had strayed from whatever human pact she had been with." Pact would be right; these things didn't group up in packs like Onix. They didn't have the foggiest clue about the comradeship of other pokemon. "We cannot turn this creature loose: what if she brings back the rest of her group?"

"Probably wise; if it returned to its home, there's no telling what this freak would bring back. Most likely more of its kind, and our home would be taken quite easily if that were to happen," I replied. Humans also tended to live in caves, ones artificially created to stand in the middle of nowhere. I had to give them credit: these humans definitely were resourceful, or else they probably would've snuffed it by now.

Looking at the creature, I sniffed. It really did have the most brilliant of eyes, bright blue shining like the finest of gemstones. I did not know why that thought always stuck out in my mind, but then again, they were practically staring at me straight in the face in a terrified manner. Her head fur was a deep shade of violet, similar to the flowers that I had seen during my times above-ground, though it was a little messy by my standards. But then again, I knew enough that humans shaped their fur into ridiculous formations, calling it "style". The false skin that it wore did manage to catch the attention and span that tiny little brain of mine. She wore some blue material from her shoulder to mid thighs, adorned with yellow and pink flowers.

It clenched its eyes, lowering its gaze to the ground. Her? Yes, it was a she, and she smelled like the sweetest flowers; the perfumed scent was no doubt artificial, like most things these creatures used or created. From the looks of it, she was about to fall to pieces- just giving the thing a fearsome look would probably give her a heart attack. I'll be the first to admit: I can be a cold-blooded bastard at times, but doing such a thing would cross the line for me. If only just barely.

Care and curiosity aside, I had to get the right thinking seeds blossoming. This whole doohickey had left me with a tough choice: I could either a.) Kill the girl, or b.) Use her for...

I couldn't believe that I was thinking this crap, but everything has needs -including yours truly- and all flowers need watering, if you know what I mean. Looking at the little broad that I couldn't let go, I had a thought: call it kindness or call it degrading, I needed a... babysitter of sorts.

Meanwhile, the other Onix could be heard in the main passageways, as word spread quickly amongst the cave system about the interesting "little thing" that had been caught trespassing. Some were already aware of what it was. Others in the meantime were peering in, their stony faces visible from around the edges of my chamber entrance, like young ones wanting to spy on something they shouldn't.

By this time, I had come to a decision: it was far more embarrassing to ask my own kind for assistance in menial tasks, and I wouldn't feel nearly as undignified forcing her to tend to my needs. After all, it did indeed beat being shunned from the herd. Taking a deep breath, I broke away from my thoughts to excercise my choice.

"She will remain unharmed and be mine, so be sure that she is bound in some way. I don't want this little dame getting any free runs, as she's property now." I paused, if only for a second before finishing on a louder tone, "You got that?"

Oh boy, did I ever pack some authority. Although this little tyke probably had some other ideas mingling in her little skull, it seemed that she saw me as a saviour or something. At that very moment she moved like a quick little rodent along the rocky ground and scuffed her knees, resulting in several small scratches. But then again, scratches were probably the least of her worries. If one thing was for sure, this broad was two sheets to the wind. It also seemed as though I had become her hero or whatnot, as the next thing I felt was her soft, squishy body clinging to mine. It was exceptionally warm and I could even feel her heart thudding against my steel-like exterior in a tiny, rapid pulse. Looking down, I saw the way her delicate arms clung to one of my midsections; I could swear that for some reason I felt some sort of maternal instinct towards her.

Audible snickers began to reverberate off of the chamber walls, the sounds a grating mockery. Looking back up, I could see the others found this event incredibly amusing, the lot of assholes. Then, one sly jackass pushed the wrong button, and unfortunately I heard his words all too well.

"Hey there, it looks like you've got a nice little pet now, huh leader? If it were any other Onix, I'd bet they'd have the stones to waste the little freak, 'cause they would at least be able to move!" He chimed.

Anger quickly spreading through my body like a sickness, I cast a fearsome expression towards the arrogant youth. Leaders are set to govern and keep an iron grip, and I couldn't just let the power I had slip by without showing leeway or weakness now. The kid's name was Icarus and well, guess what?

With no warning I opened my ghastly maw, ready to show the little prick a thing or two. I let it rip as I felt the ocean of power pouring like rain explode from my mouth. A horrendously loud explosion ensued, my head snapping back from the intensity of the blast that I had released; I guess I really did pack some heat with that Dragon Breath.

The sprightly young fellow had easily cleared 50 meters and frankly, I didn't give a Ratatta's ass if he was alive as his serpentine body bounced along the ground, impacting the cave wall with a loud thud. Crashing to the ground, the kid writhed in agony, expletives pouring from his maw. It was obvious that he wasn't dead. Thank heavens for small favors, I thought sarcastically. I'd made a proper example of him for the others to know where I stood; an iron tail was sometimes needed to rule..

Looking down at the creature that clung to me, I needed to show the rat to fear me like the other Onix, as losing power at that moment was something I wanted to avoid. The others watching only glared at me, traces of fear in their eyes as I let out a cry. Horrific in nature like the scream of a nasty brute, the bloody sound almost terrified me, my gaping maw hanging directly over her frail body. Obviously, I'm more so one to cross the line of being stern and less showing of sentimental emotions; but then again, I'm not a good old cuddly Blissey, I'm a friggin' Steelix! We're supposed to be horrible and domineering... Right?

The girl broke her hold from me in reaction to the terrible roar, and did I ever feel like some cruel monstrosity with the look she gave me; I instantly regretted my display of dominance. No word of a lie, I did have a look that could kill and that's exactly what I gave her with that cold, hard roar. She staggered before I watched her eyes roll to the back of her head as she collapsed in a heap in front of me.

The snickers were put to an end, but my cold heart ached. Although I technically did need the creatures assistance, the reasons why I wanted to protect her were beyond my comprehension. Acting all beast-like, I had probably mentally scarred the poor thing for life. Protect her? Yeah right. She would have never ended up in her current state if it weren't for me. But if there was a positive outcome, at least everyone knew she was off limits and was my property. A thing for whatever purpose I saw fitting.

The crowd soon began to disperse since nothing more interesting was taking place, but at least they took with them the knowledge that I would not be shunned or made a fool of in any way. Once more, I was left to my lonesome, wandering mind. What else could I do, especially since most days were lost in this exact fashion. I'd just idly lay here day-in and day-out, watching the others in the main cavern go on about their business while I was left to wallow in my own pool of misery. I'm not going to bore you with the specifics of this bit, since no one wants to hear about moaning... Unless of course one would happened to be talking about moans of pleasure. But that's for another time.

The day grew steadily and moved at a Slugma's pace; the fainted creature had not so much as budged for the better part of four hours. Finally, a subtle shiver coursed through her body and she pulled herself into a tight ball, but I couldn't tell if she was cold or afraid. During this time, Ayr had decided to make a brief visit, carrying a basin of water that I had instructed him to bring me. He didn't disappoint and not much conversation occurred before he departed.

The damsel did finally come to and she sat up, clasping her two flimsy-looking hands together, drawing them to her bosom while looking up at me expectantly. What did she think I was going to do? Tell her that it was all going to be okay and that she could leave? Now that was just plain absurd. Studying her more closely, it seemed that she wanted something else: was she concerned about me for whatever reason? No, that couldn't be right. It must've been something else.

But it wasn't- she was actually expressing worry for my condition, apparently forgetting that not four hours ago I had basically frightened her into a coma. I realized this by studying her aqua-blue eyes, but why? This little wench didn't know diddly-squat about me, other than deducing that fact that I was a cripple. But then again, I guess even Kricketots would even be able to figure out that I was pretty banged up, but at least I didn't have to worry about this human jumping all over me like I was some sort of trampoline.

I had to admit that she did make me curious, but I still needed her to act as my hands... Or should I say servant? No, slave would probably be a more accurate description. Lowering my head, I managed to nudge the basin of water towards her with some difficulty, viciously snarling when it was in front of her. It must have dawned upon the creature that she wasn't going to be killed and exhaled a sigh of relief. Not giving her the opportunity to thank me, I growled in a low, intimidating tone, letting the gravity hit her that she wasn't a free bird.

For the first few moments, she failed to understand what I was instructing her to do; the language barrier between us was too great. She then understood and picked up the bowl. As she drank my curiosity got the better of me and I prodded her squishy body with my snout, causing her to topple over and land on her rear. Like some sort of startled Skitty, she shot back to her feet and took a few cautious steps backward.

That's right, tuts. Fear me: I'm like that big bad wolf and I ain't going to think twice about squashing you like some bug, I thought, looking at the squandered bowl of water on the ground. The stupid human couldn't even keep her balance...

I watched her scurry off in an attempt to leave the sanctity of my chamber, and she succeeded, running off into the cave's main atrium. Seeing her back disappear into the darkness, I lay my head down, expecting nothing. She wasn't going anywhere, considering those nasty Onix by the entrance would never let her go, they stood guard like hells hounds. She’d be wrong if she thought they would say, here you go! Enjoy the sunlight and have a prance outside on us!’

So I just remained there awaiting her return, certain that she didn't have the foggiest idea what she was doing. Arceus have mercy, was I expecting too much to domesticate her to be an errand girl?

I waited.

And then... Yes, I waited some more. It was indeed getting tiresome.

It was at that point in time that I decided to give up hope: she had either gotten herself squished by an unobservant Onix in the tunnels or found some way to escape. But you could imagine my surprise when I saw the tottering minx waddling from side-to-side, dragging something heavy behind her. She teetered off balance every now and again, dragging what appeared to be a long, green vine tethered to an enormous leaf into view. Where she found it was a question in itself. Upon the large leaf wasn't just one of those bowls that I had given her, but four.

She tugged away, expelling little huffs as beads of perspiration dripped from her brows. Granted, this creature was small but her resourcefulness was very inspiring... Not to say that I liked her or anything. At least not yet.

With one last tug, she dropped flat on her rump with a small gasp. Yeah, I'd say that I was more than impressed by the squirt, but it wasn't any kind of sentiment I wished to convey. If I gave it too much leeway it was bound to lead to trouble. Looking at the water she had brought for me, I couldn't help but look at it with a look of disdain on my face; my kind despised water with a burning passion, yet we could not survive without it. Lowering my neck, I doubled-over to drink, but was interrupted by pain that shot up my spine like lighting. Sheesh, would you believe it? I almost passed out... Pathetic.

The girl waved her hands about, crossing them back-and-forth high over her head; whatever she was trying to tell me, she certainly had my attention. She made gestures towards me, then away, her hand pressed back to herself, and then to the water, then back to me. Even I knew what she was getting at. With care, I lay my big, craggy head down, careful to not trigger another bout if intense pains. Luckily, I was able to ease the tension in my spine.

Observing the broad toiling over her task, I raised a brow; handling just one of the bowls seemed to be a rather difficult task for her, having expended most of her energy hauling them back to the chamber. What puzzled me was why she was so willing to help me, knowing full well that in the end I might just kill her? She wasn't acting out of fear or survival, but genuine care. But why? That's what I wanted to know.

Inexplicable...

Walking over to me, she didn't show an instant of hesitation as she raised the bowl, putting quite a bit of umph into it before she got it on level with my mouth. Rolling my maw open, I watched her arms tremble from the weight as she poured the water in, careful not to let the bowl slip. She then flashed a smile, almost like she really gave a damn about me; there certainly wasn't any reason to and I was an ass for treating her the way that I had. Step-by-step, she continued back-and-forth between myself and the water bowls until a final basin remained. I watched as she struggled to move it, worn out from all the heavy lifting she had done. Unsuccessful, I watched her run back to the giant leaf and untie the vine; at this point I could have made an active effort to drink from the bowl myself, but I was fascinated with what she was up to. So I simply observed.

Picking up an empty bowl with the vine still in hand, she walked over to the opposite end of a large boulder that lay relatively close to me. She tied it up, throwing the other end of the vine over the boulder. I nearly flinched as it impacted the ground relatively close to my face... But what the heck was she doing with a boulder thrice her size? Returning to the full bowl, she tied it to the free end of the vine with some sort of complicated knot; her task nearly complete, she returned to the empty bowl and began filling it with rocks. I didn't understand what she was doing until the water-filled bowl began to rise, the weight offset by the empty bowl she was filling with rocks. Clever girl! For the first time in a long time, it wasn't any broken smile from my shattered will that spread across my face -no, sir- but rather one with renewed vigor inspired by her struggle and ingenuity.

Continuing her work, the human ran to the water-filled bowl so she could balance it on her head, supporting it with both of her hands. Tiptoeing, she slowly tilted the bowl and poured the water into my mouth. Half of the content had been emptied when she lost footing and slipped, landing flat on her rump as the remaining water spilled from the bowl, coming down on her head. Would you believe the mighty guffaw that I gave! It wasn't that I was laughing at her in a cruel way, but honestly: I had to say that the little slip-up was rather adorable.

Then the creeping feeling came, like a cold needle piercing my hide. She's a vile, destructive little human, a voice within me hissed. What the hell are you doing, enjoying the company of this... thing? My expression darkened, stern emotions in tow. For the most part, I'd given up on the hope that I might be mobile again, but if she thought that by being kind I would let her get away, she had another thing coming. That must've been it, I thought, my mood souring further slightly. Did she take me as yesterday's chump and today's fool?

She raised the bowl up from over her head, and it appeared as though she was about to break into tears. Maybe it was from all that effort, only to fail at the last minute? Or perhaps it was because I laughed? Either way, it was hard to tell. But one thing was for certain: she really did look quite sad. Her drenched violet head-fur now appeared to be jet-black in the poor lighting of the cave, but it looked good. Cute, even.

... Good? Cute?! I inwardly cursed myself, as I clearly needed to get my rocks checked since it was obvious that I was losing a few upstairs. No matter what I tried, it seemed as though I kept on finding endearing qualities about her without actively seeking them. And it sickened me.

I watched her begin to gather the bowls up, neatly stacking them before making haste to collect the vine and leaf. She had done enough, but to prove to myself that she was only a thing to me, I let her struggle with another water run when I could have stopped her. This continued for two more journeys; hours passed until I could see that she was entirely drained as she stumbled over and dropped to her knees. She peered back over her shoulders and lent me a view of that lovely smile. She still seemed adamant to nurse me for whatever insane reason. I shook my head, letting her know that what she had done was enough.

Slowly, she made her way back to me and curled up beneath me on the sandy ground of the cave. I couldn't imagine that it was very comfortable for her, but the exhaustion waned away at the discomfort and sleep quickly claimed her. Looking at the roof of the chamber, a faint orange shaft of light pierced the darkness of the cave. The sun had just begun to set, but I understood that little body of hers needed quite a bit of rest to compensate for the day's events.

After a while Ayr showed up in his trademark casual demeanor, dragging his mass along the dusty path of the cave, swaying his serpentine body. Seeing him enter with my little trophy beneath me, I made a shhh sound to let him know that she was not to be disturbed... It's not like I cared about her -not that I think, anyway- it was just that a well-rested body was better suited to do my bidding. I couldn't have that little squirt falling about, could I?

Ayr was a round-about fellow and never beat around the bush where important matters were concerned; he always laid it bare. Keeping his tone to a careful hiss, he spoke. "The others: they're talking about removing you from the position of power. But even though you're in the state that you're in now, you can still hold on to it as our leader. The cycle is coming to an end this season, and you still need to find your other half. Capice?"

"Yeah, yeah. I get it," I muttered. He didn't need to rub in something that I already knew, but at the same time, Ayr could be a complete dickwad without realizing it.

He continued on blabbering: "The females: they're more inclined to stay away from you because they don't want to be stuck acting as your babysitter or be denied mating due to your incapacity. They all want offsprings and will only mate with the strongest, which would be you if... I don't need to say it. I'll ask around and see if one actually likes you for whom you are, but..." He stopped, almost as if he was struggling to word something properly. I knew something was off.

"Go on: spill it, or I'll spill your insides," I growled. I was lovely like that.

"Heh, right. I don't believe that shit for a second," he scoffed, "but anyway... If you don't get a female, then those wenches get a running to choose the new leader. That's the plan; to remove you. Those are the rumours and it's all tactics at this point. But if you do manage to get a female, you'll remain our alpha until time claims you." He paused as I frowned. I couldn't believe it was getting political at this point, the bitches.

After studying me, he finished. "Yeah, I think you're getting it now."

I was finding this shallow behaviour hard to follow. "Isn't there even one?"

"I don't know. Like I said, I'll ask around," he replied in a hushed tone before departing.

Growing tired, I could feel sleep calling to me and it came quickly. I'll tell you that it wasn't the greatest rest that I'd had... I mean, how would anyone feel if all those they'd known for years were conspiring against them?

**///**

Another day had reared its head and guess what I was a groggy fossil as always. I would have loved to be out and about like the rest of them. My eyes opened to the fresh light that filtered into the central cavern from breaks overhead in the rock, I bet the ceiling one day was bloody going to cave in but do those onix ever listen? Hell no, dumb turds.

Looking down to see where my little property was, I found...

Okay let me just say I still can’t put it into the right words, but dumbfounded would be a pretty good fit. Laid out neatly I found the little runt finishing off placing some food down. Looking up she gave me that gentle smile that was becoming such a routine thing. I didn’t ask for this, but I wasn’t ungrateful despite what I was about to do. I just needed to show her I was her master. Bowing my head towards the food I suddenly felt the sharp pain that rallied through my spine. It shot my eyes wide making me flinch hard enough it made my entire body shudder. Still with conviction, deliberately I nudged her out of the way, feeling her squishy body once more. It was a little harder than I expected this time, leaving the little tyke flapping her arms for balance but it wasn’t enough as she landed flat on her ass. Seemed she was on it rather a lot.

Watching me munch down so greedily wasn’t no coincidence I’d not eaten since yesterday morning when Ayr had brought some rocks by. Admittedly this was far better tasting than the crap he’d brought. The fine assortment of rocks and rich soil she had gathered up, definitely scrumptious. The rocks had an interesting texture probably because they were filled with minerals to have a zest to them. Damn this girl knew how to nurse someone rotten. For a moment I forgot she was there as I kept on chowing down like some half starved whelp. I really got lost in the variety of flavors that took me and one or two I’d not tasted before.

I heard a faint huffing -a sound distinctly out of place from my typical mornings. Was she giggling? It wasn’t a voice per-say, but she held her small fingers over her mouth. Her eyes widened as I caught sparkles of radiance, a peace and a love. I guess I did look like a funny one indeed, yeah, I mean come on, scoffing my face the way I was kind of was entertaining. That huffing smile made that interesting bulge behind her false skin wobble, I was curious about what they hid but it wasn’t any of my business, well it could be but I wasn’t interested, or was I lying to myself. What I could see from her wasn’t the malicious sort of laughter you’d expect but to me it sounded like she was happy.

For me huh? The thought made me sigh.

She had found her way back up to her feet by this time and just stood there. I gave a small snicker back but then the persistent reminder came, this is just a friggin game. Humans are shrewd fucks, when I least expect it she was going to do a runner for sure, or maybe that whole get in my good books to set her free thing I brought up previously. To get within my winning graces she stood no chance, as I weren’t going to buy any of that empathetic human crap. Once more I was lacking emotions, or any I wished to share despite being impressed again. All I did to show any gratitude was give her a grunt. My opinion of humans was pretty low, I disliked them with a burning passion if you hadn’t noted.

The day just flew on by as she appeared to have learned her place bringing me water and more to eat later before she fell asleep when night fell. I was wrong about the language barrier, and maybe more so because she understood my needs where words were not needed.

A couple of days had passed on by and nothing had changed much for me but she’d learned her place. Within my bitter stone heart I was beginning to feel some appreciation. And I’ll be blunt I wasn’t liking it. I needed a way to stop myself from liking her, I needed to keep her my thing, not some little pet I was becoming more lenient and caring towards. She’s my slave...

To detach myself more, I needed her to stop caring for me as much as she did. It was pissing me off and making me feel shit I didn’t want to. I had a plan and we all pride ourselves to some degree on our appearance and I intended to be restored to my previous looks when I’d evolved. Cleanliness as some say is next to Arceusness. As I awoke I knew what to expect, and there it was, my meal before me and those beady blue eyes giving me that impossible to resist look like she wanted some kind of petting or other. Yeah right, as if I would give it, she had to be dreaming. Still those hues of blue looked like sapphires burning affectionately. Gross.

Well me being me intended to remedy it. Struggling in that rudimentary way I always did I scoffed down those rocks and no doubt she only picked the best. That peculiar taste, some having tastes that Ayr never brought and I didn’t care as they were mouth watering. No sooner had I finished, I growled like a foul tempered growlithe and nudged her as she staggered backwards. Yeah human, today you’ll do my bidding once more until your arms can’t work no more.

Looking at her I just didn’t know how to get across what I wanted to charge her with, stupid human, always making communication awkward. Even if it hurt I began moving my upper half as much as my body would allow, the dirt grinding and the sound of shuffling and dragging was audible to my ears. Gritting my teeth I couldn’t care less if I’d injure myself more as long as it removed the emotions. I shifted all that I could, balling up to get at my tail and blew the dust off of it. Damn, had it been that long since I’d moved? I looked back at her then my tail and blew once more before clenching my eyes to hold back that horrific pain within my spine as I repositioned back. I just got that twinkle eyed look in return from her. Why the heck was she so... so... nice. Cleaning a good thirty foot of me will be sure to wipe that happiness off her mug.

Quick on the uptake, she bounded about scooping up the bowl and ran off. Well she was energetic at least, we’ll see how long that lasts, wench. Moments later she was back with a scrunched up large leaf which grew on one of the trees in the central cavern, and yeah I was kinda grateful for the presence of enough light making it through to allow for some of the forestry to grow within. The leaf I knew all too well -it could soak up water and retain it but what use did she have for it? That bowl of water wasn’t exactly clean it had all kinds of floating green stuff in it... What gives.

Resigning to my fate of being probably gooed I just shut up and let her get on with it, it wasn’t like being any filthier mattered. She doused the leaf and rinsed it within the bowl making her way to the tip of my tail. Starting there I felt a cooling touch, wet and being weak to water I cringed. It didn’t hurt unless she would splash me hard. Slowly she began to scrub and with how small she was I knew this task would take awhile as I'd already gathered she did things thoroughly to the best of her abilities. She flung her bronzed arms sliding them up and down, sometimes side to side and at others in circular motions. She really was putting some elbow grease into it.

Good girl, keep going. Sheesh, she really was taking her sweet time at each metallic rock section until a sheen appeared, and in all my days, I’d be damned... She was making me shine. Well I’m sure I told you I'm pretty big so she had to climb up onto me so she could reach those other more awkward parts, and it’d be a lie if I didn’t say it was a little erotic even having her hands work closer to my ahem...

Well she couldn’t have known where it was, but I just needed to keep control. I observed the way she mounted me too while she worked and there wasn’t a sign of anything other than getting the task done. Sometimes her tongue would wander out curling upward to her top lip from the side of her mouth and just stay there as she scrubbed. If she’d been gentler I think I would have found my purple serpent leaving me. I kept the image of something clean in my mind pretending if it left I would be circumcised. Well I had to tell myself something didn’t I? Keeping it in was torture but it soon passed and she continued for a little longer. She just wasn’t giving in, a sheen cast across her body from the arduous hour or so she’d been at me but I was a long way off from being squeaky-clean. Raising her forearm she wiped the sweat from above her eyebrows breathing heavily a few moments before beginning again.

Persistent little bug...

She continued her onerous tasks for hours going back and forth to get more of that liquid and whatever that green stuff was, it really was working. After hours she’d reached my head, and I almost felt like I wanted to cry when she still had that stupid loving smile on her face. Even being ground to the bone couldn't wipe it from her. Not for a moment did she break eye contact unless it was to blink. I felt her petite hands working my cheeks, and her touch was like no other; almost motherly or -may Arceus forgive me- a lover.

The emotions I wished to quell were only stirred. With a final sweep along the ridge of my snout, she stepped back to admire me as I watched her head tilt to the side. She wasn’t done yet and she surely knew that from hearing my gut rumbling. She quickly saw to that errand. All done for the day she fell back, spreading her arms, exhausted. I still was a little miffed by the fact that whatever I was doing did nothing to phase her.

What also annoyed me was her scent, still flowered and sweet. What was with those false skins? Maybe humans were fugly buggers under it. She’s mine so I’d do as I pleased and I wanted to know. I was still fighting with my emotions and I couldn’t help but try to push her away before I really liked her like some pet. With some pain, but not as much as there used to be, I towered over her and was about to rip those hideous things right of her skinny little body but stopped. So why didn’t I just do it? I don’t know.

Stupid human rat...

I made her from that day do it for me every couple of days and things weren’t getting any better as I grew more fond of her. Somehow my spine was becoming a little more mobile and less riddled with pain.

**///**

Then, one morning it had to happen. I had made my decision, and if it was her aim to win enough of that stupid favour then she’d done just that. I didn’t want to keep her as my slave worker anymore. I couldn’t take doing this to her. So I needed to... Yes... You’ve gathered what I was about to do, and no not kill her. Making this decision really drove a spike through my heart but yeah, I was going to set her free from the cavern. She still slumbered, and for once I’d awoken before she had. Outside, and just as groggy a familiar face slid its body along the ground. Yeah we’re moody as you understand by now, not morning people. I decided to catch his attention.

“PSsst!” His head turned still half immersed in that stupid half-dazed look to see where the sound was coming from. “Over here, dickhead.”

“Huh what, oh you’re awake,” he said yawning.

“I am, now keep it down and come here you prick, can’t you see she’s sleeping?” I snarled.

“Oh sorry.” He halted with a hang on a moment look before some realization hit him right out of his sleep. “Hey when did you give a damn about her?”

“Like now, and I need a favor get it?” I more or less ordered, giving him that creepy eye thing like I would gut him. Well I wouldn’t, I loved him like a brother almost.

“Fine, you want me to take her out and kill her or set her free then?” he enquired. Seems he caught on pretty quick, but Ayr was always the smart one when not sleep dazed.

“I was going to say set her free, but no. Just leave her outside and let the others know she has to go get me some food. When she wakes she can piss off to where she came from.”

“Heh, and I thought you were heartless, becoming soft on me now? Well it’s no problem. You know as well as I do what will happen. Can you risk her running off and bringing back others to kill us?”

“She’s not like that.” I stammered with almost a moment of weakness.

“How would you know?” he pressed firmly, but it was his right to know as something like this could jeopardise us. Could I leave it to gut instinct, hell no, it was her damn eyes that haunted me. Innocent, and the peace they brought me couldn’t be explained without me looking like some pussy.

“I know enough assholes to know she won’t. Just leave her outside the main cavern,” I said with confidence reminding myself of, yes you guessed it, again with the eyes, but they spoke in ways I couldn’t explain.

“Alright, whatever but I’m trusting you on this one,” he said as he lowered himself, opening his maw over her. I nodded to thank him for the trust he placed, although how well placed was it? Was I now questioning myself? Looked like it.

He took her with the gentlest movements, slow, tender and most importantly with care. I couldn’t help but make a quip. “You always were gentle with the ladies.”

He gave me a cold glare as if saying, you think I’m some kind of womanizer. Thankfully it appeared that little cheery bundle was a heavy sleeper as I know I would have woken up by now. I didn’t know why but an ache flowed, and maybe I mourned my action for releasing her. Heh, it probably was down to a more selfish reason, no one to tend to me now. Or was what an ass like me felt more noble? Frack it... The only female to ever have cared, so why did she have to be human? Somehow I knew she wasn’t pretending to care, it was real alright but I wouldn’t blame her for taking off now.

Moments later the deed was done, Ayr returned with an intense look. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Me too,” I sighed.

Giving a frown he was quick to snap out. “What the hell, you said you trusted her, so I took your word for it.”

Taking a deep breath I kicked him out of that little misunderstanding. “No it’s not that, its just...”

That brought a devilish grin to his maw. “Yeah no more slave girl, hehe.”

“Bingo bud,” and I wasn't disputing that. “I kinda liked a pet actually.” He began laughing his ass off before he could get any words in edgeways. Oh boy, could I ever kill him right now. “Shut your mug.”

His cackling ended as he spoke more like a tease. “Well like I said you’ve gotten soft. But you know what, you cripple assed pile of pooping rocks, there’s one thing I need to say.” He became serious. “I’m proud to call you friend, not many of us would have shown such heart. She’d be dead if it was any of us and to set her free, now that’s a leader with heart. I’ll find if you let it decide for you then you’ll be fine.”

“Hell no, I was just using her. If it ain’t blatantly in front of you, I can’t move around much, get it?”

“I don’t think it’s the only reason. I’ve known you all my life and can tell when you lie or bend the truth in any way.”

“How? Dickwad.”

“Your left brow is raised a little higher. Always been that way. It won’t do you much good telling you this now, old habits are hard to retrain.”

Surprised, I could only tilt my head a tiny bit with an oh? expression. “All this time huh?”

“Yeah... Well I’ll see you later, and, bring you some rocks when I return. One more thing. Get rid of that goofy look as you needn’t worry about her. I’m sure she’ll make her way back home.”

Maybe she would and maybe she wouldn’t, there’s a world of wild pokemon out there. In any case my time with her was done. I had nothing to do, I was once more the loner, and all I could think about was the ambient glow that took her eyes when the light hit it followed by the gentle smile she bore. Sympathetic stuff, you know, some sentiment of the time she was here. I lay my head down and just gazed across the divide of my chamber into the cavern, yes it was accustomed now.

After awhile, my dumb brain started playing tricks and I put it down to solitude. I thought she poked her head around the corner of the chamber wall. Then again... wait. That wasn’t my mind going insane, she’d actually come back. What the hell was wrong with this little moron. I was almost infuriated if I wasn’t relieved in some parts.

She lost balance, flapping her arms like she did that other time landing on her side. She’s such a clutz. I was really taking a liking for this clumsy quality in her. Quickly sitting back up she rubbed the back of her head with that pleasant giggle, which I just couldn’t bear, and that curious bulge wobbling in response. I understood now -when female humans are very happy their chests wobble? Made as much sense as any. It did inspire me to laugh with her, but this time I didn’t correct my behaviour to be Mr Grumpy.

As I looked at her, she flicked the straying violet strands from her vision and climbed back to her feet. There was something else, she was carrying something but what? Wondering I eyed an odd balled up cloth the size of her head. I’d been too distracted by the fact this little minx had come back to even care but now it made the cogs spin, was there a reason? With the occasional skip and spring in her steps she wandered over to me but I couldn’t figure what she’d brought with her. I guess she was like a cold I couldn’t shake.

Tonight the season would begin, and I’d helplessly watch the others courting one another and mating. My last day as Alpha and when daylight broke the next day, after they’ve all had a ball and good old pounding I would get my ass removed. This chamber too, and the others aren't exactly big enough for someone as massive as me. Somehow in the end seeing this twerp seated below me eased the tension. I couldn’t figure out why, she just did and made it all bearable for a crud like me.

After breakfast she just remained there waiting for it to start. I remembered how all this would begin, and like the other times I watched the males arriving before the females. Courtship was probably a little complex for outsiders to grasp. I’d given up treating her unfairly and just leaned forward, easing my front side along the ground and for the life of me I didn’t know why but she made a peculiar action. Her entire body leaned up against the side of my head. Softly she brushed against it and it was an odd cozy feeling. It didn’t feel all too bad losing my position tomorrow. How many of them could say they had someone to care for them as much as she had for me. This little creature, is my friend. There, I said it now.

The two sides divided with the females to one and the males to the other. The trees which were just four in total used to newer purposes as the females that got to them first twisted their forms around the dark browny red trunks while others were laid out amidst flowered grounds showing away their forms by curling and swaying to some hymn only they could here. Males, I could see those horny buggers drawing closer to them. They would raise their tails to swirl them in the air drawing patterns into the air to show their limberness. When they thought a female would lock eyes they slowly moved closer until another male caught her eyes and there they’d stay frozen for a moment trying harder to sway their tails in more elaborate movements.

For now, the females were merely patient observers -it wasn’t their turn to act yet. Their only job was to enjoy the show. After all, they represented the prizes in this particular dick-waving contest, and without the biggest, baddest snake (myself) in the picture, the title of most desirable male was well up for grabs. I glanced down, checking on the squirt to see what she was making of this grand display.

Okay, I’ll admit it. She was damn cute with her mouth gaping open and those radiant blue eyes round as eggs. Call me a liar or whatever, but that’s the only way I could think to describe her expression. She met my gaze, and made some elaborate motions that didn’t make a lick of sense, but I deigned to offer a rough grunt. That settled her down, more or less, and it was back to the show.

By this time, a pair of males had squared off in front of a likely female who had advanced, and were engaging in the next stage of romancing. She swayed in seductive, sinuous motions, her segments rippling all smooth-like. Despite myself, even I got caught up in the display, because she was a right fine looker. Nevermind that she’d sooner jump in a lake than offer that fine flexibility up to a lost cause like me. A sense of morbid fascination overtook me as I observed the two males lock their tails together, straining might against might.

Hell. If I could move, I’d flip BOTH of those pretenders on their asses in my sleep.

My pet leaped in shock, clinging to me as one of the males succeeded in besting the other, a mighty crash echoing in the chamber as his opponent was turned ass over nose and slammed to the floor. I didn’t have the heart to shake her off. Could this male be the one who took my place? Hell if I knew, but he sure was hamming it up out there, roaring in triumph and flexing his body. The female was acting suitably impressed, sliding up to him and pressing her forehead to his, while she undulated around his form.

By now, several other similar wrestling matches were occurring throughout the chamber, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from this first couple. I felt the girl squirming lower down my neck, hiding behind one of my mid-segments as she peeked out. Did she know what was about to happen? Hell, she’d proved she wasn’t stupid, even if she was a human, and the action out there was starting to turn steamy. The couple were necking and twining quite fiercely, their mid-portions rubbing together in a manner that sent a pang of longing through my chest. I could see flashes of dark purple flesh as they rolled and squirmed, and a breathy gasp from the female pierced the clamor of the chamber like a mighty roar.

To my great shame, I noticed then that I hadn’t been paying attention to my own body. Naturally, it was responding to the visual stimulation the way any unattended male would. Furtively, I snuck a glance down at the squirt. She didn’t seem to have noticed yet, her eyes still locked on the scene in the chamber, her chest rising and falling a bit faster than normal. Was she laughing again? No, it wasn’t that -there was none of the same strange chuffing.

You’re probably thinking at this point just like I was. She didn’t scream when she was first brought, she never made any sounds and hadn’t spoken a word. Doesn’t that strike you as odd? Well I wasn’t on the ball either. It struck me then and there, as strange facts tend to do when your mind is distracted. I’d heard of this kind of thing happening with Onix on extremely rare situations, where one would be voiceless, but this was so rare I’d only heard of it once or twice, and none amidst the ear aching cacophony my own bunch of misfits would make. Then that time she giggled while I munched the food for the first time; it wasn’t a human sound just a wheezy huffing. This girl... it makes sense now doesn’t it? She’s a mute, but I got it down she can hear pretty well as I’d see her react by turning to even the tiniest pindrop. Having observed her once too often, I’d noticed that the tyke was jumpy at times but I’ll be, that oddly amicable little expression she makes, admittedly it was sometimes a pleasure to view. That little start and gasp, even seeing her brows indent upwards as her mouth parted with the whole What's that expression which now so habitually followed. Then would come that silent giggle as her chest jerked while a hand covered her mouth to follow. She’d become kinda infectious.

I’d say these revelations hit me like a thunderbolt, except how the hell would I know how a thunderbolt feels? All of a sudden, I was intensely aware of her soft, warm flesh pressed so close to my hard, shiny carapace, and the cool air swirling around my own exposure. The noise in the chamber beyond was beginning to die down now, the lucky males pairing off with their hard-won females, and sliding off together to more private areas of the caverns. Ayr, naturally, was one of these, and he’d managed to net himself a right beauty of his own. Meanwhile, the losing chumps were picking themselves up with disconsolate moans, and slithering away to nurse their bruises or cry themselves to sleep for their losses. A silence deeper than that which hits in the middle of the night fell over the cave, leaving me alone with my own strange companion.

And damn my luck, but she would happen to look down then, wouldn’t she?

I was treated to another one of those wide-eyed, open-mouthed gazes of hers, as she looked from me, to my exposed rod, then back to me. Embarrassed, I looked away, sweeping the chamber to make sure none remained behind to see my shame. Good, they’d all skedaddled, and-

Hang on, was she moving?

My head whipped around so fast, it’s a wonder I didn’t buck her right off of me. She certainly clung tight, giving me a look all innocent and coy at the same time, leaving me feeling right flabbergasted about how to respond. The sneaky little tyke had definitely squirmed lower, getting a couple feet closer to my pulsing maleness. She put her finger to her lips, rolling those big eyes up at the ceiling, for all the world like she hadn’t the faintest thought of mischief in that head of hers. I shook my head at her, grunting, not having the heart to bellow. Hell, can anyone blame me for being a little curious about her plans? She was likely only wanting to satisfy her own curiosity -either that, or she was completely clueless about what was going on, and who was to say; she was human, after all.

I looked away again, deciding to trust my gut -and consequently, her. Once again, I felt her wriggling along like a caterpie on a mission, working her way along my segments. I brought my head back around, hovering my muzzle over her back and snorting at her. It sure got her attention, blowing that tangle of violet head-fur around, and making her bolt upright with a flail of her arms. My spine twinged with pain from bending so far, but hell if it wasn’t worth it for seeing her jump.

Once more, after she’d collected herself, she awarded me that guileless look, but I was onto her now. Only a couple more segments, and she’d be up close and personal with my intimates, and she wanted me to think it was some game? Well, maybe it was, but I affixed her the ‘hard stare’ to let her know I wasn’t fooled. She blinked, as if not comprehending.

So, that was how it was, huh? Alright then. I gave her her shot, and turned away as if I didn’t suspect a thing.

Cheeky bugger! She shouldn’t be feeling so... Nevermind, my body was clearly delighted with her advances.

Fine, fine. I’ll tell you right now, it did feel good, the way she squirmed along, ever closer to my private region. In her usual way the clueless girl drew a finger up, tapping it along her bottom lip as she weltered on her thoughts a moment regarding how she should proceed, before finding that spark once more which was a serenely beautiful sight.

Slowly a hand reached up to that false skin she wore and gently tugged at it, rolling her slender shoulders. One side slid part way down her arm, followed by her sensual slow action to repeat with the other. Why was my heart pumping to this strip tease, was I this hot to see what lay beneath? She was doing this just for me, and I wanted it so badly. I wanted... her.

A radiant smile graced her face as her cheeks reddened. I didn't understand that, was she a Kecleon and can change colours? Odd, yet simply adorable came to mind. Still, I knew it was a pleasure which illuminated her expression. It was a wonder how nature’s small simplicities as sexual union brought such great joy. Comparing her to me I watched her marvel at my malehood being about the same size she was.

Slowly that thing she wore down to her thighs slid down on both sides with silken movements. My curiosity took me and I did want to see those things that jiggled when she showed happiness on so many occasions, I didn’t know what to expect or think apart from possibly thinking it would be like one hill. I couldn’t be more thankful I was wrong. Two unique teardrops of golden effect hung from her chest, with exotic hazel protrusions that stood erected, completely captivating. The pale light showed off their curvature and in comparison to the other females I'd had, nothing felt so wanting as she did in her entirety. Frail almost in appearance yet enchanting with that joyful presence that seemed to follow in her every step, I was left bewitched.

Cheekily she crawled on all fours from her former attire, stalking my erected pillar playfully almost and swayed her sun kissed hips to the air. Feeling the intense magnetism to her, there was something there that I couldn't fathom, an unyielding desire to be joined in the most intimate acts two souls could bless each other with, but how was this possible? Within that moment, she looked back over her shoulder at me, vulnerable at this point she drew a deep breath. Maybe she was a little afraid, but anyone her size would be when tangling with something that size. Granting her that smile she needed for encouragement, she blinked a few times before her own resumed as she turned to face it once more.

I admired her bravery and it just turned me on as much -more- as any of the females out there had. What can I tell you; she had that effect. I licked my stony lips eagerly, helplessly attracted to her strange but wondrous little form. Her sexual charms would have crippled me if I wasn't already. I could easily say this was one of the most nerve wracking moments she had experienced by the way as her body had already begun to tremble, and in that same moment of insecurity, one of my, no... our most needy, wanting of one another’s affection. I watched further shivers passed through her, my lips exhaling a stiff breeze between her legs, exciting her and making her desire flare, shown with the parting of her trembling legs, giving my eyes so much more to take in.

The moonlight that bore down through the cracks cascaded over her stark nudity, illuminated every curve and contour to a rapture. Bent over like that she knew I was watching for her to raise her hips that little more. Her folds glistened as each fine detail was exposed. She looked back once more, chewing her bottom lip while her cheeks burned further knowing where my eyes fell. Her sex wet further, but not just her delicate delicacy -her silent love for me as she met my gaze came through in a way it never had before. Turning away once more to hide her face from me I couldn’t help but whisper, “Cute.”

The more I saw the more I wanted her. I wouldn’t ever doubt her and these feelings as ferocious as the rapids ran goosebumps over me. Even if it ached, I towered, coiling towards her. Her eyes closed as she held her position. My snout ran down my abdominal rock section, snaking towards her. I could see she needed this encouragement as shakes riled her form. I dipped my muzzle between her spread legs, not yet making contact, but pausing to inhale a long, deep breath. Her scent was an aphrodisiac flaring through my nostrils, straight to the back of my head.

My tongue slipped out of my cavernous maw, to hang down inches from her womanly need. I quivered, anticipating. Too inviting for me to resist.

Then, I went for it. The area only contact a tiny portion of my tongue to press against, yet gave her that touch before the pressure finally lined her sensitive area. She threw her head back in surprise, her violet strands swishing behind, with her mouth wide open. So soft, so squishy, my enormous appendage ran swiftly in a powerful lap the streamed upwards over her sex lifting her a little off her knees with the strength of it. She could only cry out silently, too lost to know when and how I sneaked there. Her flavours could have been anything but right now, nothing could be as honeyed to wash my palette so pleasingly.

Oh sweet Meloetta... This female... She tastes so divine...

I gauged her stunning reaction and contented myself to recline, rolling onto my back once more, giving her that push she needed. As shy as she was, her hands reached for it eagerly, and I felt her soft appendages make the first contact with my phallus which towered over her as she rested on her knees. The only way I can compare the sensation was electrifying. Hell, a guy can use his imagination, right? She pushed back against it drawing closer and I couldn't help but note my girth was wider than her itsy waist, even hips for that matter. What exactly she planned to do with it, I wasn’t sure, but damn I couldn’t wait to find out.

Her body began to undulate against me, warm flesh pressing to cooler, purple against olive. Those soft mounds defined themselves in exquisite detail, pressed tight to my sensitive, highly-strung in sexual tension, need, and I could only assume from her gasp that it brought her a pleasure nearly as strong. Pushing firmer against me she straddled herself along it, climbing to her feet,her arms wrapped around my flesh in a scandalous embrace, and I swear I could feel the little tyke’s heart drumming staccato against me.

Already, I could feel wetness leaking down, mingled from the paired excitement of our strange lovemaking. I knew there was no way, not even with the help of ol’ Arceus himself, that she would be getting me inside of that tiny body, but that was well and good. All she had to do was keep this up and... wait a minute... what was she doing now?

I must’ve given a fair impression her own wide-eyed shock as I brought my head up and stared down at her, my craggy muzzle inches away from the erotic view. And wouldn’t you know it? She had the gall to wink at me as she ran her tongue up from the middle of my shaft, all the way up to the leaking tip. A groan of sheer delight escaped me, tinted with a chuckle at the expression she made at the flavor of my masculinity. She apparently didn’t find it disagreeable though, as she went right on down for another lick.

I was beginning to lose myself in the sheer mind-blowing arousal. It had been far, far too long, and I’d pretty much given up hope that a useless cripple like myself would ever experience this joy again. Yet, here was this crafty, spunky little minx, seemingly fallen from the sky into my lap -quite literally- who had, against all reason, chosen to fall for me. Can anyone blame me for returning the emotion?

My entire body shook in the throes of pleasure as she worked my straining organ, coaxing more streams to bubble from its head, her eager tongue cleaning them away almost as soon as they appeared. The soft mounds were heaving as they pressed into my flesh, coupled with tiny vibrations that echoed from her lips through my buzzing nerves. Her hips ground against the girth of my lower shaft, slicking its throbbing surface for all the world as though she did intend to have a go at taking me in her own way.

Her lips parted more over my bulging head with sensual movement to claim every ounce of pleasure, warm breath streamed over the surface as more passion ignited within her. The velvety touch of her hands moving was like nothing I could have expected. Then the unexpected came twofold as her lips pressed along my opening, the size the same as her own as a soft vacuum formed. A constant suckling kiss ensued as her head gently moved, tugging it lightly around with the seal she created. Squirming in pleasure -and I was no different- her oral serpent slid to the forefront, invading it. Her legs spread, wrapping around my mid girth like a predator would its prey as she suspended herself from me. What a girl.

Her tongue, I could feel it grazing softly within me as her saliva mixed with my running liquid. Should I caution her against what she was doing? The tension building in my lowers was beginning to rise to a mighty crescendo, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt the little she-luxray. I’m sure that all the members of my rambunctious brood could hear my moaning by now. Her own breathy exhalations mirrored mine, her motions heating into a frenetic pace, stimulating my quivering maleness. My mind clouded a little as her tongue twisted, and turned within to waltz to the renascence of new love that budded in her heart and between her legs. The nectar seeped from her sex as strands of wetness lined her inner thighs.

My eyes squeezed shut, letting the feeling wash over me in ever increasing waves, until I could no longer contain myself. Somehow, she’d done it -conquered the mighty beast. With the greatest of care, I nudged her back, almost crying out at the loss of that ecstatic suction around my head. Her legs raised, sweeping across more in fevered motions, yanking herself up and down as my skin was tugged back and forth along my stiffness, riding it raw. She blinked up at me, a moment that froze in my mind with perfect clarity -her violet hair dangling about her smooth features, awarding her an angelic look of innocence, belied by the way she rubbed her intimate regions against my impetuous organ. An instant of peaceful reflection, before the moment shattered into a thousand mind-fragments of ecstasy.

I was barely aware of her quivering and shaking, though it surely added to my bliss as my geysers of progeny fountained over her, her back arching to be showered as the white waves splashed over. She embraced it like welcoming rain. Every nerve I could still feel seemed afire with the ecstasy of the release, and over my own bellowing, I fancied I could hear the little squirt’s own joyous exultation. Warmth infused my cold, steely body, emulating the liquids pooling on my skin and hers. My eyelids fluttered, and I looked down on her weary, grinning face, suddenly becoming aware of a much smaller puddle sliding down the base of my softening tool.

Damn, and I barely even helped. I almost felt a little guilty, but hey, I was happy for her too. The look of pure contentment on her face just about melted me on the spot. All I wanted to do was wrap myself around her in a strong, loving embrace, though I restrained the urge for obvious reasons, and settled for a return smile. Incongruently, it hit me that now, she’d have to work at giving both of us a bath.

Funny, how life happens sometimes, ain’t it?

**///**

The morning light and the chirping of the distant Braviary. Figures, it was their courting season beginning, and damn they were noisy this year round; they could wake an entire army for a whole mile radius, no shit. I doubt there was any creature besides my human still sleeping by now. Yeah the heavy sleeper. Seemed that all had awaken and slowly one by one gathered around my entrance before I glanced at three breaking away from the others and entered. A few others made their way in including my buddy Ayr. He seemed upset as his head hung low, yeah that dolt was mourning for my loss of power. I did feel some pain, but with her it had eased enough for me not to be as hurt as I would’ve been.

One with of them was a troublemaker, always had been a complete cock since we were kids, Askar. He spoke out in a smug tone like the jerk was enjoying every moment of this, why shouldn’t he, he was now next in line for leadership with yesterdays display and previously placing second during our battle according to the old rites. He looked around as chatter echoed, then spoke loudly to catch everyone’s attention, and clam it. “Here yee here yee, our mighty Steelix just look at him, no fitting to be a leader than he is courting a mere mate.” That had brought all eyes to fall on the arrogant git as the chamber and ruckus outside soon silenced. He looked back sternly at me, seems he wanted to put on a little show, that ass. “You are being removed as Alpha, I’d say I was sorry if I wasn’t feeling so overjoyed.”

It had to happen and I was faced with the dull hammering truth, he was right, and I was through... Brushing up beside me the booming sounds of Askar’s gravelly voice roused her from slumber. The tyke jumped up with a little startle. Her violet hair whisked around as she turned to face the crowd. An arm crossed over her bosom to veil them and another lower down to conceal her sex from the onlookers. Seems she had deigned those parts for my eyes only. None cared of her nudity at this point but her and maybe me.

But then, it came to me and I’ll be a son of a magmar, but it was a plain as day.

My answer had been here all along, and the one that cared for me more than any of them ever could, well no it’s not Ayr he’s a fella, I’m talking about her, the little twerp. It was my time to be just as smug. “Oh, is that so, prick. And why is that?”

“Hush your mouth or I’ll silence it, I’m now the Alpha, that’s all I came to let you know as you’ve not chosen a mate, and none have chosen you,” he replied with confidence so full of himself. I was about to rain all over his parade because you see she had chosen me when she initiated in her act, I was blind not to see it. Too horny and feeling loved up to give a crap then.

“Is that so?”

He grew just a tad more infuriated with me. “What do you mean. None of the females here have and I’ve spoken to all of them. None have chosen you. All the females resent the thought of tending to a cripple.”

“All you say?” I looked at her below me and back at them. “Want another gander?” I could see his eyes growing wider with disbelief and more of that bug-eyed rage.

“You can’t be serious, it’s impossible with the size difference, try pulling the other,” he hissed.

“Smell her... Go on, do it!” I watched him drawing closer to her as she shivered back-stepping. Her shoulders suddenly pressed into me with nowhere else left to go as she gave a tiny shiver. “By the way if you think twice about harming her, I’ll kill you, capice?” Just giving me a harsh glare, he grunted in agreement, placing his snout inches from her face and took a good old whiff of her. I watched her scattering around as he did it. “She’s quite the delicate flower, she smells good doesn’t she, familiar in some way huh?” I said rubbing it in now.

With a stupefied expression he shot back, and locked his brown eyes to mine. “What the hell is this, she’s scented with Onix sex... You didn’t... You couldn’t have... But how?” The shock riddled his butt-ugly face and it brought a serious more authoritative one to mine.

“What I do with my omega is by business. The how and why doesn’t matter and as your Alpha I say this now. Go spin on your tail, craggy head.”

Huffing away he turned and stormed off leaving the dust to rise up in his wake. Confused some drew near, wordless not challenging my authority but taking some of the truth with them as the odd took occasional sniffs, nodding in agreement before they digressed. All had left, and no they were ball-less to dispute or even ask me. A king can not be question, I am absolute now. Only one remained but even he was on his way out, Ayr. He stood proudly against my chambers wall near the exit, smiling away like he had something to say.

I thought he would break a single word as he slowly edged away from the wall to head the way the rest of them did, but he stopped and turned his head to face me. “Kinky, human huh? And I thought you hated her.”

“Everything changes with time. You said old habits are hard to retrain once, guess hard but not impossible.” Smiling he left me to my privacy with her.

Well that’s how my story went.

**///**

I never thought there would be pleasure besides penetration down there, damn I was so off the ball. Since then she’d surprise me now and then by playing in some new way with me. I also made up a few activities to stimulate her parts too. Private adult activities seemed rich, and our relationship grew. I’ve healed a lot in the weeks since then and can get around by myself all mobile again. All thanks to her and rehabilitation.

Almost forgot, you know why those rocks tasted amazing and the green water she use to wash me with? You won’t believe the sneaky little runt secretly spiked them, they were medicated. I didn’t know that’s what she was doing but heck, everything fell into place. Things went on and I also knew she had to return every now and then from where she came from. Omega still holds so many mysteries to me, like, where did she come from, oh and what did she see in me? Yeah she’s human I know that much but she’s the most caring individual I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

She isn’t bound anymore like she use to be, well, maybe once or twice at nightfall but that was an altogether different kind of thing, ahem. Oh, and boy even the other Onix’s listen to her when she flaps her arms around and gestures for help with something or other, well she does rule beside me. Funny thing is, instead of ordering them about she even makes them things like silly flowery things she decorates them in. They don’t like that much but it’s cute. Heh, she hasn't changed a bit in this time and still is as clumsy as always though. Being more liberal, it wouldn’t be right of me to stop her seeing those which are her friends or family and she was free to run around wherever she liked without me worrying she’d get hurt. If she was away, she always returned to me. At times it did crank my brain cells to where she’d vanish but I trusted her. I honestly didn’t mind as I grew to learn that not all humans are complete swines and with all species, there’s always some rotten eggs that spoil it for the others. I couldn’t understand her name due to the language barriers and species differences but we... I mean I needed to call her that special something, a name to suit, so to speak. I named her Aqua, it was those eyes.

And as all stories begin with a name, mine ends with one.

I am...

Seth, Titan of the Onix.