Story Notes:
Ah yes I'm pretty excited about this one. I tried to emulate the style of my favorite story here on AGNPH. (Pokemon Lover Studios) But that quickly changed as I turned it into my own style, sort of. In order to acheive this story, I read over my four favorite stories a few times to gather information on how they write n' such. (Those four being #1 Pokemon Lover Studios by Sigmaweapon, #2 Lazuli Island by Matt and Pokegirl, #3 Coordination by Yarid, and #4 The Breeder by Vidmaster. None of which have updated in the past forever, I have a theory behind that though. Sigmaweapon was taking a walk and got hit by a car and died. Matt and Pokegirl, who were driving the car, fled to cuba so they wouldnt get arrested, and now they have no internet. Yarid, who was Sigmaweapon's best friend went to tell the police but Vidmaster killed him and now he's in cuba too so he wont get arrested.)Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Issues
"Will! Will! Will wake up!"
"Just five more...hours." Will rolled over onto his back, not even bothering to open his eyes. Grovyle wasn't having that though. She climbed on top of him and started hopping on his stomach. "Will, you, have, to, wake, up!"
"I'm up, I'm up, god." Rubbing the crust out of his eyes, Will sat up, just barely staying awake. "What time is it?"
"Not important, where were you yesterday. Why didn't you tell me you were leaving and why didn't you at least call? I know how to use the phone. You could have at least checked in every few hours, I mean it was Sunday, you didn't have to work that day so I didn't know where you were. I thought someone had kidnapped you. If you took any longer-"
"Grovyle, slow down. Okay, one..."
Well I hate to do this to you buuuuut-
"One, you're doing it again. Two, I don't understand pokemon in case you already forgot."
Grovyle sighed and hopped off of the couch. Turning, she held one claw straight up.
Oh wow, we haven't done this in ages, Charades, well sort of. Started this a few years back when we were having communication issues. It's not so much Charades anymore, seeing as a lot of the motions have set meanings, like when she hooks her claw, it means she's asking a question. Spinning a finger, followed by numbers of claws, means a unit of time. The list goes on.
Grovyle pointed at the door and then towards Will, hooking her claw to round out the question.
"Where, me? Where was I?" She nodded. "Oh, I probably should've told you this yesterday but I kind of lost my job. I was out searching for a new one."
Grovyle couldn't help but feel skeptical. She spun her claw and flashed them 8 times, followed by another hooked claw. "Yeah, for 8 hours. Well not the entire 8 hours, got hired and they had me do some early training."
Will's words did little quell Grovyle's curiosity. She hooked both claws and held them together. "Who? Oh..."
Oh my God that was the stupidest thing to say, ever.
"It's...confidential. If I told you I'd have to kill you." Will broke out into a laugh, but Grovyle clearly wasn't amused. The laugh died down to a nervous chuckle, followed by awkward silence. Grovyle's eyes narrowed, she had one last question. She pointed to the inside of her mouth, pointed to Will, and hooked her claw.
"You want me to take a look inside of your mouth?" She shook her head. Motioning as if something was coming out of her mouth, she pointed at Will again. "Puke? Breath? My breath?" Grovyle nodded, spun her claw, and pointed backwards. "Yesterday. Last night? My breath last night?"
Last night, last night, what was on my breath last night? A bit of alcohol maybe, but what did I eat? Nothing, unless you count-
He gasped, "Kel-" and managed to catch himself before he said anything. It was too late however. The sudden look of shock on his face was all that Grovyle needed to see. Will was hiding something big, but what would he want to keep from her? She had no clue. Looking more suspicious than ever, Grovyle hooked her claw again. The stern look she gave, made Will feel nervous. He was a terrible liar, and Grovyle wouldn't stop pressing the question until she got a solid answer, she was like that.
Right as Will went to open his mouth, his cell phone rang.
Yes!
Utterly relieved, Will picked up the phone, knowing it could only be one person. "Hello?"
"I need you at 3. Tera will escort you again."
"I'll be there."
"I'll be waiting."
It was only 1 o' clock, but Will needed an excuse. "Well that was my boss. I'm kind of on call 24/7 so I'm gonna go get ready for work, bye!" Will ran to his room in desperate attempt to escape Grovyle, his getaway doing little to quell her curiosity.
Will sighed once he reached the safe haven of his room.
This is gonna get real ugly real fast if Grovyle doesn't lay off. But that's not gonna happen anytime soon. I hate when she gets like this, she turns into a fucking detective. If I don't do something about it...damn it what do I do. Take her to the movies, nah she hates movies. Poffins aren't gonna help me this time...maybe, buy her something. Yes! No woman can stay angry at the sight of gifts, well...most women can't. Wait, I'm poor! Oh I should have enough left for SOMETHING. Always best to check first though.
Will's computer was still on. He had forgotten he'd left it on the first day he went to the club. Luckily for him, he had online banking. He could check his available balance anywhere. Logging onto his account, he was a bit skeptical when he saw '$200,000.'
Chances are it was some kind of error. He refreshed the page. It still showed the same amount. He'd refreshed it six times before he realized that he had two hundred thousand dollars in his account. After that hit him, he just stared at the screen.
I have 200,000 dollars. I have 2- I HAVE 200,000 DOLLARS! Salem you son of a bitch!
Forgetting to turn his computer off, or even to close the banking window, Will barged out of his room and made for the door, stopping only to talk to Grovyle. "I'll be right back. Wait right here." He was smiling wide and jogging in place. It didn't make Grovyle suspicious as much as it made her worry again. But she couldn't exactly voice her worry as Will was gone in seconds.
Again Grovyle sat on the couch, playing detective with the situation. What could Will's job be? An easier way to answer the question was to ask "What would Will want to hide from her?" A secret agent was out of the question, it's something you only see in movies. Maybe he was ashamed of his new job. Working at a fast food restaurant? No, Will wasn't like that. For him to be ashamed, his job would have to be obscene, pornographic. He was a porn star! No that's just stupid. He sells porn? It would be understandable why he would want to hide that, but it still left a lot unexplained. Maybe he had a girlfriend, that would explain a lot. Grovyle cringed at the thought, but it made more sense than anything else she could come up with. Maybe...his girlfriend was a pokemon. Okay that was a really stupid idea. Either way, she'd have to question him about it when he got back. Speaking of, Will came back an hour later, holding a hand behind his back. He still smiled as wide as ever.
"Oh Grooooooooooovyle."
She hopped off of the couch and went to interrogate him, but he intervened just in time to stop her. "Listen, I know I should have said something yesterday and I feel really bad about leaving and not saying anything. I know it's not much but..." From behind his back he pulled bouquet of red roses. "I'm sorry."
Suddenly Grovyle lost her train of thought. She knew she was supposed to be suspicious and slightly angry, but she couldn't remember why. Just the thought of such a gift from Will sent her into a daze. Maybe he really loved her like she loved him? That's usually why humans give roses to one another. It felt too good to be true. She fought to stay angry, but her feelings, the roses, Will's goofy smile, and his bright silver eyes overpowered her judgment.
Snatching the roses, Grovyle took a huge whiff of their scent, any doubt in her mind lost to the wonderful aroma. She couldn't help but swing her hips like a schoolgirl, blushing heavily.
"So does this mean you'll forgive me?" She hesitated for only a second before nodding. Relieved, Will decided to seal the deal. Leaning in, he kissed her right on the tip of her nose, a mere inch away from her mouth. Her blush increased two fold, causing Will to smile inwardly.
Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Sorry Grovyle, but it's for your own good. Don't worry, I'll tell you soon, and we can go somewhere much, much better.
"I gotta get to work. I might be home really late tonight, but tomorrow, hows about you and me go to the beach? Sound like fun?"
Grovyle nodded vigorously. "Well then, it's a date." Will gave her a quick wink before leaving, the word "date" buzzing around Grovyle's head like an angry combee.
Long after Will disappeared, Grovyle stood in the same spot, her eyes fixated on the beautiful bouquet. One of these days she'd have to thank Will, properly.
Will stepped through the doors of the club once again. Every time he looked at the never-ending orgy there was something different. But that wasn't what he was there for. A familiar gardevoir greeted him from a nearby couch.
"Where we headed, Tera?"
"This way." Tera was cold as usual. She lead Will through the door on the west wall, taking the residential hallway. It was a quiet, uncomfortable, almost awkward trip to the city. Tera never said a word or so much as looked at Will as they went, but he noticed she was rather fidgety, almost like she was trying to distract herself. Either way, because of this, the trip seemed longer than it actually was. The underground city had its transportation systems, buses, cabs, the usual, but unlike the surface, they were fully automated, and they came by every few minutes. Using them, it didn't take long to get anywhere. Will and Tera made it to their destination in about 10 minutes, 10 minutes earlier than necessary.
They arrived in front of a bland building. It had square, one way windows covering every surface. Other than that, it was just thin and tall, about as tall as it got in the underground city.
Speaking of-
"By the way, does this city have a name?"
"Eminence City."
Rolls right off the tongue. But I see what they were going for.
After a long elevator ride up, Will found another room. It was bright, mostly due to the sun shining in through the massive pane of glass that was the ceiling. A maple-colored circular table was positioned in the middle of the medium sized room, surrounded by chairs. Will couldn't recognize two of the people in the chairs. There was Salem and the old man from the park, but the others were a complete mystery.
The man in the fancy black suit, black tie, and long black hair broke the silence. "Salem is the new double O? He seems a bit-"
"Young, don't you think?" The woman sitting across from him interrupted. She wore standard business attire, for a woman, a fancy white shirt, a maroon jacket, and a similar colored skirt that went past her knees. She wore large circular glasses, and her brunette hair was tied back into a bun.
"Don't judge a book by its cover. He's deeper than you can imagine, I've seen it with my own two eyes." It was the old man this time, dressed in the same outfit as last time, the striped grey suit. Tera took a seat close to Salem, leaving only one chair open.
"Take a seat Sil, I'd like to introduce you to everyone." Salem began, pointing at the black haired man in the suit. "This is Faust, Finance and Accounting." Next was the woman. "Vivian, Technical and Legal Expert. Lastly, Byron, Recruitment. You already know Tera and I."
Salem, Tera, Byron, Faust, and Vivian...wait...
"So what does that make me?"
Faust answered. "Operations Overseer." Will was more than a little confused and it showed on his face.
Salem started again. "We'll get into detail later." In front of every chair, embedded in the maple table were small touch screens. Salem tapped his, projecting a large hologram over the table. It appeared to be a huge house. "For now, we have a job to do. This is the house of Harry Clayton." Will instantly recognized the name, anyone would. Clayton was one of the biggest names in the anti-pokephilia movement. "Harry's been on our list for quite sometime. We've had to push back his 'removal' for about a year now. I'm sure you remember how we do things."
Just like with my boss, the ole switcharoo.
"Indeed, but he's not as easy to get at as you might think." The old man interrupted Will's thought. Will forgot he could read minds.
"The man's paranoid." Faust decided to cut in. "And who wouldn't be, after what we've done to his compatriots."
Vivian tapped a few buttons on her screen. A large clear sphere surrounded the house. "He has a home defense network, and not just any network. It's the best money can buy. The shield you see here is impenetrable. If so much as a leaf passes through, a silent alarm will sound. Once that happens, a multitude of security cameras will activate. If any movement is spotted, it's over. A sophisticated DNA sampling system allows Harry's wife and three kids access, but nothing else. Not even a ghost pokemon could slip past this barrier, not to mention it runs 24/7."
Just then, Salem cut in again. "No machine is without flaws however. It runs on the house's electricity, but it has a backup generator, a powerful one. If we cut the power we have maybe a 5 second window in which we can enter. Well that was the plan until we discovered this." He hit another button and away from the house appeared a plain grey box.
"What's that?"
"The backup generator, seven feet long and seven feet high. Physically impenetrable, projecting its own version of the shield around the room it inhabits. If not for that shield, a ghost pokemon could get inside. But of course there's no way around. Once our agent is inside, there would be no getting out. This is where we're stuck. Unless we have some way of disabling that generator beforehand, then all of our plans are for naught."
"I've been thinking," Vivian began. "The shield is made of energy right? Well with the right combination of-" Vivian went on with technobabble, but Byron tuned into Will's head. Will's thoughts cut themselves off and moved faster than Byron could read.
Where is it...no...if not there then...maybe...can't be there...then over there...no...so if it's not there, there, or there, then it has to be around here...right there...that's the only possible place. Then how do we go about...electricity of course...from about 30 feet it should be possible. Pfft, that's way too simple. Surely these guys would've thought of it before me.
"Don't be so sure." Byron interrupted both Vivan and Will's thoughts. "Tell us your plan."
All eyes turned to Will. He fought against his nervousness to voice his plan. "Well...have you guys thought about disabling the generator from outside of the barrier, like with electricity, a Thunder Wave?"
Vivian was quick to cut in. "We have, but there's a problem. We don't know where the generator is. A ghost pokemon couldn't explore the house for risk of entering the generator room. Each door of the house is connected to an alarm system, so an electric pokemon couldn't get through either, and even if they could, we couldn't just go around firing random Thunder Waves into each room, we'll wake everyone. Bottom line, we need to find the generator."
"It's right here..." Fiddling around with his touch screen, Will managed to get an overhead view of the house. Near one of the edges, he tapped the screen, placing a flashing red dot where the generator would be.
"And just how can you be so sure."
"Well bear with me. This room here," He placed another flashing dot. "is about the size of a master bedroom. The Kitchen is already marked, so it can't be there." He placed flashing dots as he named off the rooms. "Harry would want his kids rooms close so they would have to be here, here, and here, those are the closest rooms that make sense. These are closets, this is the garage, and this is obviously the living room, because it's so big. The dining room is here, connected to both the kitchen and the living room. Now, the generator is huge, like seven by seven feet right? Well I doubt it's very quiet, and if it's running 24/7 then Harry wouldn't want it anywhere near his or his kids rooms. So this entire side of the house of off limits, seeing as you would have to be at least 2 rooms away from the generator to not be able to hear it, especially at night. So with all of this gone, it can only be right there." He tapped the flashing light over the generator causing it to turn green.
The room was silent. Everyone stared at Will with half-hidden bewilderment. "...Did I say something stupid?"
"Vivian, Faust, Byron you're dismissed. Tera, prepare the necessary pokemon. Will, let's get you debriefed." Salem smiled.
Over the course of an hour, Salem filled Will in on the intricacies of the procedure. As Operations Overseer, Will would obviously be overseeing the entire operation. He needed to know how everything worked. It wasn't too difficult to grasp, but Will still couldn't help but think he might mess things up somehow. Salem dropped a whole heap of responsibilities onto Will's lap, and coping with it was proving to be harder than he thought, especially considering the operation was his plan to begin with. If he messed up, if the plan failed, what would happen? He just didn't know, it made him feel antsy.
It didn't take a genius to notice Will's anxiousness. As much as Salem tried to reassure him, Will just couldn't stop fidgeting. Eventually Salem suggested he take a walk. There was plenty of time before the operation would start, more than enough to explore. Relenting, Will did just that, he took a walk, but only through the city where there was less of a chance of getting raped. In the end, it didn't help as much as he thought it would.
I'm gonna fuck up. Why does he think I can do this? I'm a graphic designer slash chef, not some kind of business operation genius. I doubt I could do my dishes under this kind of pressure, let alone run an entire operation. God I have such a headache. I haven't felt this nervous since high school, prom night, ugh. Gotta relax, gotta relax, gotta find a store that sells aspirin.
Will lost track of time as he ran the streets, searching for anything that could quell his headache or nausea. He found restaurants and hotels, a few corner stores, and plenty of other things, but none of them had anything that could help. Defeated, Will rode the bus back to the park, the most serene area he could think of. Lying down on a bench, he closed his eyes, trying to wait the headache out. He wasn't there for long before someone disturbed him.
"Yo Sleepy, wake up!"
Cracking his eyes slightly, Will saw the bottom half of a pokemon. He didn't care much to see the rest. He closed his eyes again, turning the other way. "Not now, I'm not feeling too well."
"Right, and lying down on a bench in the middle of the park is gonna help you feel better. Get your ass up." Will couldn't keep his eyes closed for long. The pokemon lifted him right off of the bench, holding him in her arms bridal style. Looking up, Will froze at the sight of the six foot tall Garchomp glaring down at him. "What's the matter, never seen lady before?"
At that moment, Will felt more annoyed than nervous. "Leave me alone."
"Shut up scrawny. Tera told me you would be like this, all nervous and mopey. That's why I'm here to whip you back into shape."
"Then you must be Susan. Look, whatever you're gonna try, it ain't gonna-"
"I said shut up!" Susan dropped him to the ground, his head narrowly avoiding the bench.
"Hey what the fuck?"
"Stand up, now."
Almost instantly, Will flipped her off, not moving an inch, and just as quickly, Susan jammed her huge claw down the back of his collar, piercing both of his shirts. "Aw come on, I liked this shirt."
"Boo hoo." She dragged him by his shirt, dirtying his pants as well.
For the most part, Will ignored all of the concerned onlookers. He folded his arms and pouted as Susan dragged him to some unknown location. "When was the last time you ate?"
"What does it matter?"
"Answer me!"
Will groaned. "Yesterday."
"There's your first problem." She yanked Will into the air, landing him on his feet. In front of Susan sat a modest hotdog stand. "Two dogs." "Coming right up, Sue." The female stand owner threw two hotdogs together at record speed. Once she was finished, she handed them to Susan who expertly balanced them on claws. Downing hers in one bite, she chucked the other at Will. "Eat."
"Not hungry."
"Eat." She leaned in close, her tone of voice changing from forceful to threatening.
Will hesitated for moment but gave in. Taking a bite of the dog, he found he was hungrier than he thought. He downed it faster than he thought possible and strangely he felt better, but not by much.
Susan smiled, her confident look mixed with one of triumph. "Let's go." She began to walk again. Feeling just a little more cooperative, Will followed.
"So where we going?"
"The aquarium."
"Aquarium, for what?"
"Don't question me."
Will groaned, but followed her regardless. The aquarium was right around the corner, a 10 minute walk, made faster by Susan constantly telling Will to pick up the pace. Like almost everything else, Will had free admission, and so did Susan.
Immediately, Will loved the place. It was like being back at the Aqua Palace Hotel, except with more water. Every wall on the inside seemed to be made of glass, like a giant, intricate fish tank. Everywhere Will looked, there was a new pokemon. Krabby and kingler scuttled across the mock ocean floors. A seadra, followed by a trail horsea, flew by. Schools of goldeen, seaking, and magikarp traveled together, dancing through the water as fish commonly do.
Plenty of men, women, children, and pokemon lined the halls, laughing, smiling, and having a good time. It put a smile on Will's face.
As Will admired the scenery, he continued to follow Susan. They walked down an arched hallway toward a set of ascending stairs, the steps made out of glass like everything else. The aquarium consisted of multiple levels. On the second level there were even more pokemon to see, particularly large ones like wailmer and lapras. Will even saw a massive gyarados swim by. He could've sworn it gave him 'the eye,' it was disturbing to say the least.
"Wait here." Susan said, drawing Will's attention immediately. "I'll be right back."
She disappeared around a corner, leaving Will on his own. He leaned against the glass wall, confident there was no way in hell he could break it. If he could, the aquarium would be a major safety hazard.
Waves of pokemon continued to swim by, tentacruel, poliwrath, lanturn, but one in particular noticed Will. A dewgong broke off from its group to see him. He didn't notice until it tapped its horn against the glass. Turning, Will's eyes met with the its.
"Um, hi...oh what am I doing? It's not like it can hear me out here."
The dewgong seemed content staring at Will's eyes. Every time he moved his head or walked to the side, it would follow, never breaking eye contact.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Of course since the dewgong couldn't exactly hear Will's thoughts, it continued to stare.
You know actually, this might be a good test. Now I can see what happens when they can't get to me.
For the sake of testing, Will stared directly into the dewgong's eyes, but something was bothering him already. It had been well over a minute since he spotted the dewgong, meaning he had been staring into its eyes for longer than need be. Regardless, Will persevered. He became worried when after two minutes, the dewgong appeared to be fine.
Are water pokemon immune, is dewgong immune, maybe it's a male. Are males immune? Is it this glass? No that doesn't make any sense, it's crystal clear. Maybe though...whatever force my eye exerts is being refracted and scattered by this glass...who am I kidding, I have no idea what I'm talking about. I gotta get in there and test it, but how...
"Will!"
And why the hell is she calling me that?
"Will, over here, move it."
"Did you not get the memo or something? My name in the club is Sil."
"We're not in the club, we're in Imminence and here your name is Will Serif, now get your ass over here."
Will groaned, giving Susan a scornful look, but complied. He followed her around the corner as they both made their way down the hall. After walking only a minute, Will found that the hallway had solid walls. Besides the outer walls of the aquarium, they were the first actual walls he had seen.
At the end of the hall was metal door. Not having any hands, Susan had to rely on Will to pull it open. What was inside didn't quite shock him as much as the rest of the aquarium. It was an enormous empty room, the only catch, the equally enormous pool spanning the entire floor. The only places to walk seemed to be the walkways around the circumference of the pool.
"You know, they say water pokemon can be very therapeutic." Before Will knew it, Susan sat on her knees near the edge. "Come here, look." She motioned him over with her claw. Shrugging his shoulders, Will stepped over to the water, bending over slightly to get a better look. "On your knees, Will." He groaned and got down on his knees. "There, see it?"
"See what?"
"Look closer."
"...What am I supposed to be looking at?"
"You can't see? Well it's right...here." Will yelled as he was pushed into the water.
"Aw come on, my clothes."
"Get over it, you have bigger things to worry about, like breathing."
"...huh?" Just then, the dewgong from before appeared at Will's side, her flashy entrance splashing water everywhere.
Or should I say...splashy entrance...I'm sorry about that.
"Will, this is Dew, Dew, Will, say hi."
Dew, how original.
Dew tilted her head to side, smiling as warmly as she could. "Hi there."
"Um, hi."
"Excellent! Now that we got intros out of the way..." Susan kicked a small object into the water and tossed Will a pair of shorts. Buoyant as they both were, they floated right to him. "Dew, he has some stress issues, you know what to do."
"Aye aye, miss."
"Back in an hour." With that, Susan disappeared through the door.
Seconds after she left, Will examined the object she kicked toward him. It had a grey, circular centerpiece. From two sides stretched long orange tubes, and it had what looked like a mouth piece complete with a nose cover, goggles, and a headstrap.
Kind of looks like-
"A portable rebreather." Dew interrupted.
"Rebreather...wait are we going underwater?!"
"Duh, now take your clothes off and put on those shorts."
"But-"
"Hurry it up, it's not everyday someone gets to swim with the pokemon."
Will wanted to protest, but it wasn't worth it. Sighing, he removed his clothes and threw them onto dry land, each article landing with a wet plop. "Your undies too, chop chop." Will's hesitance showed all over his face, but he couldn't resist for long. He tossed his boxers with the rest of his clothes and slipped the shorts on, trying his best to cover himself from the watchful dewgong. She seemed to pay extra attention when he removed his underwear. He easily figured out why.
"Hold on tight!" Will slipped the rebreather on and did as instructed, wrapping both arms around Dew's midsection. She dived straight downwards, almost causing Will to lose his grip. With both arms around her, he could barely clasp his hands together on the other side. From a distance, Dewgong and Seel looked like they covered in a rough hide, but Will found that wasn't the case. Upon closer inspection, it was actually a thin, smooth layer of pure white fur. It made for a better grip.
Dew swam at an incredible speed, gliding by assorted pokemon and aquarium onlookers. Seeing it from outside and experiencing it were two totally different things. Swimming amongst the pokemon, being surrounded by the calm blue, was relaxing, almost therapeutic. So therapeutic that Will lost focus. Dew slipped from his arms and he gently floated to the floor.
She didn't swim far after he fell. She turned to watch Will float to the ground, looking as if he didn't have a care in the world. It was fine, they had gone far enough anyway. Will didn't know where he was. It seemed darker than the rest of the aquarium, and no one occupied the surrounding halls.
Unfinished area maybe? Regardless, I see where this is going. Isn't it amazing how there's always a secluded area somewhere nearby? It's almost like they designed this whole place around sex...wouldn't be surprising.
"Enjoying yourself down there Will?" Surpisingly, the water carried Dew's voice well, a little bubbly though.
Will gave a somewhat complacent look and shrugged his shoulders.
"Still feeling stressed?"
Again, he shrugged his shoulders, the mask hiding the so-so look on his face.
"Well I'm going to begin the treatment. Are you ready?"
Will rolled his eyes, but remained silent.
"You know you can still talk with that on right?"
"I can? Holy crap, awesome!" The small speakers built into the mask amplified his voice and carried it through the water. Though with his mouth held open by the mouthpiece, certain letters eluded him.
My B's, F's, M's, P's, V's, and Y's, they're gone! WHYYYY!? Ah well, Dew doesn't seem very talkative anyway. Wait! This is the perfect time...
Will pointed to the surface and swam upwards. There, he removed his mask and started fiddling with it.
"Something wrong with your mask?"
"Yeah, it got really hard to breathe all of a sudden."
Dew scoffed. "Damn interns, they better not have forgotten to change the filters again. Someone's getting fired."
"Wait there's like...something lodged in here. I think I can get it, hold on."
"It's best we just get you a new mask, wouldn't want you drowning or anything."
"Nah, nah, I got it. By the way, do all dewgong have eyes like yours?"
Dew titled her head. "What do you mean?"
"They're just so...for lack of a better word, mesmerizing. I could...stare into them all day." Will's bit of flattery worked better than anticipated, that or his eyes had already started to take affect. Dew had locked herself in Will's gaze, wondering just why it was so hard to look away. Like a cliché movie moment, where the two lovers stared deep into each other's eyes, it felt perfect, that is until Dew blacked out.
Easy peasy, but wait, this means she isn't immune. The only thing blocking me last time was thick glass. I wonder...
Will positioned the goggles in between his eyes and Dew's. As he suspected, she shook herself free of the trance, and when he removed them, she fell under the spell again.
These goggles are plastic, but they have the same effect as glass. Wait! That explains why this never happened before. My contacts were made of plastic too, a special type of plastic, but plastic nonetheless. It's not the color of my eyes, but my eyes themselves...I need my contacts back...
"Dew wake up!" Dew emerged from her trance in a panic. By the time she calmed down, Will had his mask back.
"I...what just happened?"
"I don't know, you kind of blanked out for a second there. I got my mask fixed though, which means we can do...whatever it was we were about to do."
"Speaking of..."With an expert swipe of her tail, Dew removed Will's boxers. She never gave them a second glance as they floated to the surface.
"I guess this is hands-on therapy."
"You could say that. Going down." Suddenly, Dew threw her body over Will's, pushing him far beneath the surface. It was jarring to say the least, but that was only the beginning. Will had only just touched the bottom of the moderately deep pool when Dew started the "therapy." As Will expected, it began with her tongue and his crotch, the usual way pokemon aroused him. He couldn't blame them though, it worked.
Dew planted gentle kisses and licks all over Will's tip. Underwater, the feeling was odd, different, but still pleasurable. Will's member twitched to life as Dew began to run her thick, reddish tongue up and down his length. The rebreather's speakers carried his moans throughout the water, making Dew work twice as hard.
Before long, Will had fully hardened as Dew continued licking away. He squirmed, but she held him in place, mostly to prevent him from floating upwards. Once she finished preparation, it was time for the next stage of therapy. After one particularly long lick, she dived down on his member, engulfing it in one go.
Will writhed at the new feeling and sudden rush of pleasure, but Dew wasn't finished yet. She opened her mouth slightly, forcing water through the small bit of open space. The result was a solid jet of water, gently massaging the sides of Will's member.
The feeling was unreal. Will could only tremble as the pressure seemed to squeeze his dick from all sides. The more water blown, the tighter the grip, and Dew had plenty left. She continued to blow a Watergun down Will's length, increasing the force as time went on. Will shook violently, but under the water, Dew had control, and she always made use of it.
Dew's mouth shook from the sheer force of the water she exerted. Her mouth rumbled with a ridiculous intensity. The vibrations shook Will's entire body, his member especially. The whirlpool in her mouth stroked him in an indescribable way. He could feel his orgasm fast approaching, a tingling sensation making its way through his entire body, when suddenly it hit. Will groaned as he let loose a rush of his seed. The white goop swirled around the vortex of Dew's mouth, spiraling straight down her throat. She held him still as she swallowed his cum, making sure not missing a single drop.
Will exhaled as his orgasm subsided, hundreds of tiny bubbles escaping his mask as he did. Dew only smiled as she watched him pant. There wasn't much time for recovery though, therapy is difficult.
The feeling of something brushing against his member brought Will to attention. Looking down, he found Dew's delicate tail, stroking him up and down. "D-Dew, wait."
"Nope, it's all part of therapy. You're just going to have to deal with it."
"B-but-"
"Quiet."
Will gasped as she began stroking him even harder. He couldn't help but harden once more under Dew's gentle caresses. Before long, Will's member stood at attention.
Dew positioned herself atop Will, holding him in place yet again, not that he had the strength to move anyway. As always, Dew worked quickly, if she didn't, the therapy wouldn't work. She brushed her lower lips against Will's tip, a habit she couldn't stop even though she was in hurry. It lasted only a moment before she forced herself downward, the sensation making her moan out loud. As much was she wanted to savor the feeling, time was of the essence.
Dew's pace was quick and it stayed that way. The clock was ticking, and Will had to cum soon. She tightened her muscles as she went down on Will, the force of her thrusts pushing him farther and farther downward until he hit the ground. She pounded him against the mock ocean floor, barely able to hold back her own moans.
Will had the same problem. Dew's watery cunt gripped him like nothing else. He could feel every muscle in her vagina, rippling like water in a pool.
I'll say one thing, it's always something new when having sex with pokemon. From clits as big my thumb to rippling vaginal control. Just like Tera said, it's like an adventure, a sex filled adventure.
As usual, it wasn't long before Will thrust back. Though the water slowed his movements, he still thrust as hard as possible. The normally loud sound of bodies colliding was nothing more than a dull thud that far beneath the surface. The only distinct sounds were Will's own moans, being projected through his mask, and the violent thrashing of water.
Both Dew and Will were approaching their climaxes fast. Dew pounded Will as hard as she could for the sake of therapy; at least that's what she told herself.
Meanwhile, Will wrapped his legs around her midsection, almost content with the rippling feeling of Dew's walls. But Dew wasn't content, not by a long shot. Her strength easily overrode Will's as she pounded him into the ground, forming a small crater in the sand. Will's leg couldn't fight Dew's strength, so he surrendered, letting her go on as his orgasm neared.
Dew was first to cum, her walls rippling and shaking out of control as her orgasm wracked her body. Her mouth hung wide open as she let out a shuddering moan, her body twitching violently. Her juices shot outwards, the murkier liquid gently floating to the surface along with Will's. The violent shakes of Dew's walls sent Will over the edge as well. His cum escaped the sides of Dew's entrance at a high speed, slowing to a stop before floating upwards. Will watched it go, seconds before he lost consciousness.
Ever had a weightless feeling? Like you're in zero gravity, or suspended in midair? It's pretty awesome, you should try it. It's so relaxing, like I'm floating on top of water...wait.
"Wake up." Will could recognized the gruff but feminine voice anywhere.
"Do I have to?" He asked, turning on his side away from Susan.
As an answer, she kicked him in the back, causing him to roll over and writhe in pain for a moment. "Up, or you'll get another one."
Will groaned, but stood up, just then realizing he still wore the wet swimming trunks. They weren't soaked, so he had to been on dry land for some time.
"How are you feeling?"
"Great, until you came around."
"Anger and sarcasm, yep, you're fine." Susan turned to leave. "Come on, we got one last thing to do."
"Well I kind of need my clothes first."
"That's where we're going."
"Why would you move them?"
"We didn't move them, we threw them in the garbage."
"What?! Why?!"
"You looked like your mom dressed you; we're getting new ones."
"But I liked those clothes."
"Tough."
The trip out of the aquarium was an uncomfortable one, for Will. He made the entire trip dressed in nothing but shorts. Susan insisted it was okay, stating that Will's body was nothing special. Even if it was true, it still pissed him off. He did best to ignore it as he followed Susan to wherever they were going.
A short walk later and they arrived at a large mall, not too different from malls Will had seen on the surface. It had two separate levels connected by escalators, and large square pillars holding up the second floor. Only the edges of the second level had floors, letting anyone on the bottom level see the stores above. Of course, four foot high glass kept anyone from falling over.
No section of wall went without some kind of store on it. Shoe stores, game stores, and most importantly, clothing stores. At the farthest end of the mall sat a clothing store named June's, and Susan went straight for it.
"Come out Will."
"Do I have to?"
"Hurry up!"
Will sighed and exited the changing room. He had a similar look to how he normally dressed, only instead of jeans and white dress shirt, he wore black dress pants and a white, buttoned up dress shirt, untucked as usual.
Susan groaned. "Why do you never tuck in your damn shirt?"
"No one but nerds and businessmen tuck in their shirts? I'm neither, besides, I like something with a little wave to it."
"Ugh, whatever, if you want to walk around looking like an idiot, be my guest."
"Every other word that comes out of your mouth in an insult. I don't know Salem put up with it."
"I didn't have to insult Salem...as much."
"You'll have to excuse me for being skeptical. From what I've heard, Salem was pretty weak back then. A bit nerdy, a bit shy, the type of person you might, oh you know, pick on every three seconds."
"Maybe so, but he had guts, and heart. He'd fight anyone and do anything for us, even if it scared the shit out of him, which it always did. He was courageous, unlike you. You're just an ass."
"Riveting tale, if you're finished, I have somewhere I need to be."
"We're done here anyway, get lost."
Will scoffed and went to leave. "I quite enjoyed our time together. Maybe next time we'll have a spot of tea. Tallyho, bitch."
More than happy to be out of Susan's company, Will found that time just flew by. He sat in the park once again, staring up at the fake stars until the operation began. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd have to thank Susan. The nervous feeling was still there, but thanks to her, he would at least be able to function.
For an hour, he didn't move. With a clear mind, he thought the plan through, a thousand times over, thinking of all the possible things that could go wrong. After some thought, he became confident in his plan, he would make it work.
A short while later, Tera arrived with a message from Salem. It was time to start the operation.Chapter End Notes:I think I might do what I was doing back when i wrote Halcyon U.. Do one chapter of this, and then one chapter of that. So one of these, one request, and so on. I'll figure something out.
Read, Review, do Enjoy. DO EET, DO EET NAO GRAHHHHHHH
"Just five more...hours." Will rolled over onto his back, not even bothering to open his eyes. Grovyle wasn't having that though. She climbed on top of him and started hopping on his stomach. "Will, you, have, to, wake, up!"
"I'm up, I'm up, god." Rubbing the crust out of his eyes, Will sat up, just barely staying awake. "What time is it?"
"Not important, where were you yesterday. Why didn't you tell me you were leaving and why didn't you at least call? I know how to use the phone. You could have at least checked in every few hours, I mean it was Sunday, you didn't have to work that day so I didn't know where you were. I thought someone had kidnapped you. If you took any longer-"
"Grovyle, slow down. Okay, one..."
Well I hate to do this to you buuuuut-
"One, you're doing it again. Two, I don't understand pokemon in case you already forgot."
Grovyle sighed and hopped off of the couch. Turning, she held one claw straight up.
Oh wow, we haven't done this in ages, Charades, well sort of. Started this a few years back when we were having communication issues. It's not so much Charades anymore, seeing as a lot of the motions have set meanings, like when she hooks her claw, it means she's asking a question. Spinning a finger, followed by numbers of claws, means a unit of time. The list goes on.
Grovyle pointed at the door and then towards Will, hooking her claw to round out the question.
"Where, me? Where was I?" She nodded. "Oh, I probably should've told you this yesterday but I kind of lost my job. I was out searching for a new one."
Grovyle couldn't help but feel skeptical. She spun her claw and flashed them 8 times, followed by another hooked claw. "Yeah, for 8 hours. Well not the entire 8 hours, got hired and they had me do some early training."
Will's words did little quell Grovyle's curiosity. She hooked both claws and held them together. "Who? Oh..."
Oh my God that was the stupidest thing to say, ever.
"It's...confidential. If I told you I'd have to kill you." Will broke out into a laugh, but Grovyle clearly wasn't amused. The laugh died down to a nervous chuckle, followed by awkward silence. Grovyle's eyes narrowed, she had one last question. She pointed to the inside of her mouth, pointed to Will, and hooked her claw.
"You want me to take a look inside of your mouth?" She shook her head. Motioning as if something was coming out of her mouth, she pointed at Will again. "Puke? Breath? My breath?" Grovyle nodded, spun her claw, and pointed backwards. "Yesterday. Last night? My breath last night?"
Last night, last night, what was on my breath last night? A bit of alcohol maybe, but what did I eat? Nothing, unless you count-
He gasped, "Kel-" and managed to catch himself before he said anything. It was too late however. The sudden look of shock on his face was all that Grovyle needed to see. Will was hiding something big, but what would he want to keep from her? She had no clue. Looking more suspicious than ever, Grovyle hooked her claw again. The stern look she gave, made Will feel nervous. He was a terrible liar, and Grovyle wouldn't stop pressing the question until she got a solid answer, she was like that.
Right as Will went to open his mouth, his cell phone rang.
Yes!
Utterly relieved, Will picked up the phone, knowing it could only be one person. "Hello?"
"I need you at 3. Tera will escort you again."
"I'll be there."
"I'll be waiting."
It was only 1 o' clock, but Will needed an excuse. "Well that was my boss. I'm kind of on call 24/7 so I'm gonna go get ready for work, bye!" Will ran to his room in desperate attempt to escape Grovyle, his getaway doing little to quell her curiosity.
Will sighed once he reached the safe haven of his room.
This is gonna get real ugly real fast if Grovyle doesn't lay off. But that's not gonna happen anytime soon. I hate when she gets like this, she turns into a fucking detective. If I don't do something about it...damn it what do I do. Take her to the movies, nah she hates movies. Poffins aren't gonna help me this time...maybe, buy her something. Yes! No woman can stay angry at the sight of gifts, well...most women can't. Wait, I'm poor! Oh I should have enough left for SOMETHING. Always best to check first though.
Will's computer was still on. He had forgotten he'd left it on the first day he went to the club. Luckily for him, he had online banking. He could check his available balance anywhere. Logging onto his account, he was a bit skeptical when he saw '$200,000.'
Chances are it was some kind of error. He refreshed the page. It still showed the same amount. He'd refreshed it six times before he realized that he had two hundred thousand dollars in his account. After that hit him, he just stared at the screen.
I have 200,000 dollars. I have 2- I HAVE 200,000 DOLLARS! Salem you son of a bitch!
Forgetting to turn his computer off, or even to close the banking window, Will barged out of his room and made for the door, stopping only to talk to Grovyle. "I'll be right back. Wait right here." He was smiling wide and jogging in place. It didn't make Grovyle suspicious as much as it made her worry again. But she couldn't exactly voice her worry as Will was gone in seconds.
Again Grovyle sat on the couch, playing detective with the situation. What could Will's job be? An easier way to answer the question was to ask "What would Will want to hide from her?" A secret agent was out of the question, it's something you only see in movies. Maybe he was ashamed of his new job. Working at a fast food restaurant? No, Will wasn't like that. For him to be ashamed, his job would have to be obscene, pornographic. He was a porn star! No that's just stupid. He sells porn? It would be understandable why he would want to hide that, but it still left a lot unexplained. Maybe he had a girlfriend, that would explain a lot. Grovyle cringed at the thought, but it made more sense than anything else she could come up with. Maybe...his girlfriend was a pokemon. Okay that was a really stupid idea. Either way, she'd have to question him about it when he got back. Speaking of, Will came back an hour later, holding a hand behind his back. He still smiled as wide as ever.
"Oh Grooooooooooovyle."
She hopped off of the couch and went to interrogate him, but he intervened just in time to stop her. "Listen, I know I should have said something yesterday and I feel really bad about leaving and not saying anything. I know it's not much but..." From behind his back he pulled bouquet of red roses. "I'm sorry."
Suddenly Grovyle lost her train of thought. She knew she was supposed to be suspicious and slightly angry, but she couldn't remember why. Just the thought of such a gift from Will sent her into a daze. Maybe he really loved her like she loved him? That's usually why humans give roses to one another. It felt too good to be true. She fought to stay angry, but her feelings, the roses, Will's goofy smile, and his bright silver eyes overpowered her judgment.
Snatching the roses, Grovyle took a huge whiff of their scent, any doubt in her mind lost to the wonderful aroma. She couldn't help but swing her hips like a schoolgirl, blushing heavily.
"So does this mean you'll forgive me?" She hesitated for only a second before nodding. Relieved, Will decided to seal the deal. Leaning in, he kissed her right on the tip of her nose, a mere inch away from her mouth. Her blush increased two fold, causing Will to smile inwardly.
Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Sorry Grovyle, but it's for your own good. Don't worry, I'll tell you soon, and we can go somewhere much, much better.
"I gotta get to work. I might be home really late tonight, but tomorrow, hows about you and me go to the beach? Sound like fun?"
Grovyle nodded vigorously. "Well then, it's a date." Will gave her a quick wink before leaving, the word "date" buzzing around Grovyle's head like an angry combee.
Long after Will disappeared, Grovyle stood in the same spot, her eyes fixated on the beautiful bouquet. One of these days she'd have to thank Will, properly.
Will stepped through the doors of the club once again. Every time he looked at the never-ending orgy there was something different. But that wasn't what he was there for. A familiar gardevoir greeted him from a nearby couch.
"Where we headed, Tera?"
"This way." Tera was cold as usual. She lead Will through the door on the west wall, taking the residential hallway. It was a quiet, uncomfortable, almost awkward trip to the city. Tera never said a word or so much as looked at Will as they went, but he noticed she was rather fidgety, almost like she was trying to distract herself. Either way, because of this, the trip seemed longer than it actually was. The underground city had its transportation systems, buses, cabs, the usual, but unlike the surface, they were fully automated, and they came by every few minutes. Using them, it didn't take long to get anywhere. Will and Tera made it to their destination in about 10 minutes, 10 minutes earlier than necessary.
They arrived in front of a bland building. It had square, one way windows covering every surface. Other than that, it was just thin and tall, about as tall as it got in the underground city.
Speaking of-
"By the way, does this city have a name?"
"Eminence City."
Rolls right off the tongue. But I see what they were going for.
After a long elevator ride up, Will found another room. It was bright, mostly due to the sun shining in through the massive pane of glass that was the ceiling. A maple-colored circular table was positioned in the middle of the medium sized room, surrounded by chairs. Will couldn't recognize two of the people in the chairs. There was Salem and the old man from the park, but the others were a complete mystery.
The man in the fancy black suit, black tie, and long black hair broke the silence. "Salem is the new double O? He seems a bit-"
"Young, don't you think?" The woman sitting across from him interrupted. She wore standard business attire, for a woman, a fancy white shirt, a maroon jacket, and a similar colored skirt that went past her knees. She wore large circular glasses, and her brunette hair was tied back into a bun.
"Don't judge a book by its cover. He's deeper than you can imagine, I've seen it with my own two eyes." It was the old man this time, dressed in the same outfit as last time, the striped grey suit. Tera took a seat close to Salem, leaving only one chair open.
"Take a seat Sil, I'd like to introduce you to everyone." Salem began, pointing at the black haired man in the suit. "This is Faust, Finance and Accounting." Next was the woman. "Vivian, Technical and Legal Expert. Lastly, Byron, Recruitment. You already know Tera and I."
Salem, Tera, Byron, Faust, and Vivian...wait...
"So what does that make me?"
Faust answered. "Operations Overseer." Will was more than a little confused and it showed on his face.
Salem started again. "We'll get into detail later." In front of every chair, embedded in the maple table were small touch screens. Salem tapped his, projecting a large hologram over the table. It appeared to be a huge house. "For now, we have a job to do. This is the house of Harry Clayton." Will instantly recognized the name, anyone would. Clayton was one of the biggest names in the anti-pokephilia movement. "Harry's been on our list for quite sometime. We've had to push back his 'removal' for about a year now. I'm sure you remember how we do things."
Just like with my boss, the ole switcharoo.
"Indeed, but he's not as easy to get at as you might think." The old man interrupted Will's thought. Will forgot he could read minds.
"The man's paranoid." Faust decided to cut in. "And who wouldn't be, after what we've done to his compatriots."
Vivian tapped a few buttons on her screen. A large clear sphere surrounded the house. "He has a home defense network, and not just any network. It's the best money can buy. The shield you see here is impenetrable. If so much as a leaf passes through, a silent alarm will sound. Once that happens, a multitude of security cameras will activate. If any movement is spotted, it's over. A sophisticated DNA sampling system allows Harry's wife and three kids access, but nothing else. Not even a ghost pokemon could slip past this barrier, not to mention it runs 24/7."
Just then, Salem cut in again. "No machine is without flaws however. It runs on the house's electricity, but it has a backup generator, a powerful one. If we cut the power we have maybe a 5 second window in which we can enter. Well that was the plan until we discovered this." He hit another button and away from the house appeared a plain grey box.
"What's that?"
"The backup generator, seven feet long and seven feet high. Physically impenetrable, projecting its own version of the shield around the room it inhabits. If not for that shield, a ghost pokemon could get inside. But of course there's no way around. Once our agent is inside, there would be no getting out. This is where we're stuck. Unless we have some way of disabling that generator beforehand, then all of our plans are for naught."
"I've been thinking," Vivian began. "The shield is made of energy right? Well with the right combination of-" Vivian went on with technobabble, but Byron tuned into Will's head. Will's thoughts cut themselves off and moved faster than Byron could read.
Where is it...no...if not there then...maybe...can't be there...then over there...no...so if it's not there, there, or there, then it has to be around here...right there...that's the only possible place. Then how do we go about...electricity of course...from about 30 feet it should be possible. Pfft, that's way too simple. Surely these guys would've thought of it before me.
"Don't be so sure." Byron interrupted both Vivan and Will's thoughts. "Tell us your plan."
All eyes turned to Will. He fought against his nervousness to voice his plan. "Well...have you guys thought about disabling the generator from outside of the barrier, like with electricity, a Thunder Wave?"
Vivian was quick to cut in. "We have, but there's a problem. We don't know where the generator is. A ghost pokemon couldn't explore the house for risk of entering the generator room. Each door of the house is connected to an alarm system, so an electric pokemon couldn't get through either, and even if they could, we couldn't just go around firing random Thunder Waves into each room, we'll wake everyone. Bottom line, we need to find the generator."
"It's right here..." Fiddling around with his touch screen, Will managed to get an overhead view of the house. Near one of the edges, he tapped the screen, placing a flashing red dot where the generator would be.
"And just how can you be so sure."
"Well bear with me. This room here," He placed another flashing dot. "is about the size of a master bedroom. The Kitchen is already marked, so it can't be there." He placed flashing dots as he named off the rooms. "Harry would want his kids rooms close so they would have to be here, here, and here, those are the closest rooms that make sense. These are closets, this is the garage, and this is obviously the living room, because it's so big. The dining room is here, connected to both the kitchen and the living room. Now, the generator is huge, like seven by seven feet right? Well I doubt it's very quiet, and if it's running 24/7 then Harry wouldn't want it anywhere near his or his kids rooms. So this entire side of the house of off limits, seeing as you would have to be at least 2 rooms away from the generator to not be able to hear it, especially at night. So with all of this gone, it can only be right there." He tapped the flashing light over the generator causing it to turn green.
The room was silent. Everyone stared at Will with half-hidden bewilderment. "...Did I say something stupid?"
"Vivian, Faust, Byron you're dismissed. Tera, prepare the necessary pokemon. Will, let's get you debriefed." Salem smiled.
Over the course of an hour, Salem filled Will in on the intricacies of the procedure. As Operations Overseer, Will would obviously be overseeing the entire operation. He needed to know how everything worked. It wasn't too difficult to grasp, but Will still couldn't help but think he might mess things up somehow. Salem dropped a whole heap of responsibilities onto Will's lap, and coping with it was proving to be harder than he thought, especially considering the operation was his plan to begin with. If he messed up, if the plan failed, what would happen? He just didn't know, it made him feel antsy.
It didn't take a genius to notice Will's anxiousness. As much as Salem tried to reassure him, Will just couldn't stop fidgeting. Eventually Salem suggested he take a walk. There was plenty of time before the operation would start, more than enough to explore. Relenting, Will did just that, he took a walk, but only through the city where there was less of a chance of getting raped. In the end, it didn't help as much as he thought it would.
I'm gonna fuck up. Why does he think I can do this? I'm a graphic designer slash chef, not some kind of business operation genius. I doubt I could do my dishes under this kind of pressure, let alone run an entire operation. God I have such a headache. I haven't felt this nervous since high school, prom night, ugh. Gotta relax, gotta relax, gotta find a store that sells aspirin.
Will lost track of time as he ran the streets, searching for anything that could quell his headache or nausea. He found restaurants and hotels, a few corner stores, and plenty of other things, but none of them had anything that could help. Defeated, Will rode the bus back to the park, the most serene area he could think of. Lying down on a bench, he closed his eyes, trying to wait the headache out. He wasn't there for long before someone disturbed him.
"Yo Sleepy, wake up!"
Cracking his eyes slightly, Will saw the bottom half of a pokemon. He didn't care much to see the rest. He closed his eyes again, turning the other way. "Not now, I'm not feeling too well."
"Right, and lying down on a bench in the middle of the park is gonna help you feel better. Get your ass up." Will couldn't keep his eyes closed for long. The pokemon lifted him right off of the bench, holding him in her arms bridal style. Looking up, Will froze at the sight of the six foot tall Garchomp glaring down at him. "What's the matter, never seen lady before?"
At that moment, Will felt more annoyed than nervous. "Leave me alone."
"Shut up scrawny. Tera told me you would be like this, all nervous and mopey. That's why I'm here to whip you back into shape."
"Then you must be Susan. Look, whatever you're gonna try, it ain't gonna-"
"I said shut up!" Susan dropped him to the ground, his head narrowly avoiding the bench.
"Hey what the fuck?"
"Stand up, now."
Almost instantly, Will flipped her off, not moving an inch, and just as quickly, Susan jammed her huge claw down the back of his collar, piercing both of his shirts. "Aw come on, I liked this shirt."
"Boo hoo." She dragged him by his shirt, dirtying his pants as well.
For the most part, Will ignored all of the concerned onlookers. He folded his arms and pouted as Susan dragged him to some unknown location. "When was the last time you ate?"
"What does it matter?"
"Answer me!"
Will groaned. "Yesterday."
"There's your first problem." She yanked Will into the air, landing him on his feet. In front of Susan sat a modest hotdog stand. "Two dogs." "Coming right up, Sue." The female stand owner threw two hotdogs together at record speed. Once she was finished, she handed them to Susan who expertly balanced them on claws. Downing hers in one bite, she chucked the other at Will. "Eat."
"Not hungry."
"Eat." She leaned in close, her tone of voice changing from forceful to threatening.
Will hesitated for moment but gave in. Taking a bite of the dog, he found he was hungrier than he thought. He downed it faster than he thought possible and strangely he felt better, but not by much.
Susan smiled, her confident look mixed with one of triumph. "Let's go." She began to walk again. Feeling just a little more cooperative, Will followed.
"So where we going?"
"The aquarium."
"Aquarium, for what?"
"Don't question me."
Will groaned, but followed her regardless. The aquarium was right around the corner, a 10 minute walk, made faster by Susan constantly telling Will to pick up the pace. Like almost everything else, Will had free admission, and so did Susan.
Immediately, Will loved the place. It was like being back at the Aqua Palace Hotel, except with more water. Every wall on the inside seemed to be made of glass, like a giant, intricate fish tank. Everywhere Will looked, there was a new pokemon. Krabby and kingler scuttled across the mock ocean floors. A seadra, followed by a trail horsea, flew by. Schools of goldeen, seaking, and magikarp traveled together, dancing through the water as fish commonly do.
Plenty of men, women, children, and pokemon lined the halls, laughing, smiling, and having a good time. It put a smile on Will's face.
As Will admired the scenery, he continued to follow Susan. They walked down an arched hallway toward a set of ascending stairs, the steps made out of glass like everything else. The aquarium consisted of multiple levels. On the second level there were even more pokemon to see, particularly large ones like wailmer and lapras. Will even saw a massive gyarados swim by. He could've sworn it gave him 'the eye,' it was disturbing to say the least.
"Wait here." Susan said, drawing Will's attention immediately. "I'll be right back."
She disappeared around a corner, leaving Will on his own. He leaned against the glass wall, confident there was no way in hell he could break it. If he could, the aquarium would be a major safety hazard.
Waves of pokemon continued to swim by, tentacruel, poliwrath, lanturn, but one in particular noticed Will. A dewgong broke off from its group to see him. He didn't notice until it tapped its horn against the glass. Turning, Will's eyes met with the its.
"Um, hi...oh what am I doing? It's not like it can hear me out here."
The dewgong seemed content staring at Will's eyes. Every time he moved his head or walked to the side, it would follow, never breaking eye contact.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Of course since the dewgong couldn't exactly hear Will's thoughts, it continued to stare.
You know actually, this might be a good test. Now I can see what happens when they can't get to me.
For the sake of testing, Will stared directly into the dewgong's eyes, but something was bothering him already. It had been well over a minute since he spotted the dewgong, meaning he had been staring into its eyes for longer than need be. Regardless, Will persevered. He became worried when after two minutes, the dewgong appeared to be fine.
Are water pokemon immune, is dewgong immune, maybe it's a male. Are males immune? Is it this glass? No that doesn't make any sense, it's crystal clear. Maybe though...whatever force my eye exerts is being refracted and scattered by this glass...who am I kidding, I have no idea what I'm talking about. I gotta get in there and test it, but how...
"Will!"
And why the hell is she calling me that?
"Will, over here, move it."
"Did you not get the memo or something? My name in the club is Sil."
"We're not in the club, we're in Imminence and here your name is Will Serif, now get your ass over here."
Will groaned, giving Susan a scornful look, but complied. He followed her around the corner as they both made their way down the hall. After walking only a minute, Will found that the hallway had solid walls. Besides the outer walls of the aquarium, they were the first actual walls he had seen.
At the end of the hall was metal door. Not having any hands, Susan had to rely on Will to pull it open. What was inside didn't quite shock him as much as the rest of the aquarium. It was an enormous empty room, the only catch, the equally enormous pool spanning the entire floor. The only places to walk seemed to be the walkways around the circumference of the pool.
"You know, they say water pokemon can be very therapeutic." Before Will knew it, Susan sat on her knees near the edge. "Come here, look." She motioned him over with her claw. Shrugging his shoulders, Will stepped over to the water, bending over slightly to get a better look. "On your knees, Will." He groaned and got down on his knees. "There, see it?"
"See what?"
"Look closer."
"...What am I supposed to be looking at?"
"You can't see? Well it's right...here." Will yelled as he was pushed into the water.
"Aw come on, my clothes."
"Get over it, you have bigger things to worry about, like breathing."
"...huh?" Just then, the dewgong from before appeared at Will's side, her flashy entrance splashing water everywhere.
Or should I say...splashy entrance...I'm sorry about that.
"Will, this is Dew, Dew, Will, say hi."
Dew, how original.
Dew tilted her head to side, smiling as warmly as she could. "Hi there."
"Um, hi."
"Excellent! Now that we got intros out of the way..." Susan kicked a small object into the water and tossed Will a pair of shorts. Buoyant as they both were, they floated right to him. "Dew, he has some stress issues, you know what to do."
"Aye aye, miss."
"Back in an hour." With that, Susan disappeared through the door.
Seconds after she left, Will examined the object she kicked toward him. It had a grey, circular centerpiece. From two sides stretched long orange tubes, and it had what looked like a mouth piece complete with a nose cover, goggles, and a headstrap.
Kind of looks like-
"A portable rebreather." Dew interrupted.
"Rebreather...wait are we going underwater?!"
"Duh, now take your clothes off and put on those shorts."
"But-"
"Hurry it up, it's not everyday someone gets to swim with the pokemon."
Will wanted to protest, but it wasn't worth it. Sighing, he removed his clothes and threw them onto dry land, each article landing with a wet plop. "Your undies too, chop chop." Will's hesitance showed all over his face, but he couldn't resist for long. He tossed his boxers with the rest of his clothes and slipped the shorts on, trying his best to cover himself from the watchful dewgong. She seemed to pay extra attention when he removed his underwear. He easily figured out why.
"Hold on tight!" Will slipped the rebreather on and did as instructed, wrapping both arms around Dew's midsection. She dived straight downwards, almost causing Will to lose his grip. With both arms around her, he could barely clasp his hands together on the other side. From a distance, Dewgong and Seel looked like they covered in a rough hide, but Will found that wasn't the case. Upon closer inspection, it was actually a thin, smooth layer of pure white fur. It made for a better grip.
Dew swam at an incredible speed, gliding by assorted pokemon and aquarium onlookers. Seeing it from outside and experiencing it were two totally different things. Swimming amongst the pokemon, being surrounded by the calm blue, was relaxing, almost therapeutic. So therapeutic that Will lost focus. Dew slipped from his arms and he gently floated to the floor.
She didn't swim far after he fell. She turned to watch Will float to the ground, looking as if he didn't have a care in the world. It was fine, they had gone far enough anyway. Will didn't know where he was. It seemed darker than the rest of the aquarium, and no one occupied the surrounding halls.
Unfinished area maybe? Regardless, I see where this is going. Isn't it amazing how there's always a secluded area somewhere nearby? It's almost like they designed this whole place around sex...wouldn't be surprising.
"Enjoying yourself down there Will?" Surpisingly, the water carried Dew's voice well, a little bubbly though.
Will gave a somewhat complacent look and shrugged his shoulders.
"Still feeling stressed?"
Again, he shrugged his shoulders, the mask hiding the so-so look on his face.
"Well I'm going to begin the treatment. Are you ready?"
Will rolled his eyes, but remained silent.
"You know you can still talk with that on right?"
"I can? Holy crap, awesome!" The small speakers built into the mask amplified his voice and carried it through the water. Though with his mouth held open by the mouthpiece, certain letters eluded him.
My B's, F's, M's, P's, V's, and Y's, they're gone! WHYYYY!? Ah well, Dew doesn't seem very talkative anyway. Wait! This is the perfect time...
Will pointed to the surface and swam upwards. There, he removed his mask and started fiddling with it.
"Something wrong with your mask?"
"Yeah, it got really hard to breathe all of a sudden."
Dew scoffed. "Damn interns, they better not have forgotten to change the filters again. Someone's getting fired."
"Wait there's like...something lodged in here. I think I can get it, hold on."
"It's best we just get you a new mask, wouldn't want you drowning or anything."
"Nah, nah, I got it. By the way, do all dewgong have eyes like yours?"
Dew titled her head. "What do you mean?"
"They're just so...for lack of a better word, mesmerizing. I could...stare into them all day." Will's bit of flattery worked better than anticipated, that or his eyes had already started to take affect. Dew had locked herself in Will's gaze, wondering just why it was so hard to look away. Like a cliché movie moment, where the two lovers stared deep into each other's eyes, it felt perfect, that is until Dew blacked out.
Easy peasy, but wait, this means she isn't immune. The only thing blocking me last time was thick glass. I wonder...
Will positioned the goggles in between his eyes and Dew's. As he suspected, she shook herself free of the trance, and when he removed them, she fell under the spell again.
These goggles are plastic, but they have the same effect as glass. Wait! That explains why this never happened before. My contacts were made of plastic too, a special type of plastic, but plastic nonetheless. It's not the color of my eyes, but my eyes themselves...I need my contacts back...
"Dew wake up!" Dew emerged from her trance in a panic. By the time she calmed down, Will had his mask back.
"I...what just happened?"
"I don't know, you kind of blanked out for a second there. I got my mask fixed though, which means we can do...whatever it was we were about to do."
"Speaking of..."With an expert swipe of her tail, Dew removed Will's boxers. She never gave them a second glance as they floated to the surface.
"I guess this is hands-on therapy."
"You could say that. Going down." Suddenly, Dew threw her body over Will's, pushing him far beneath the surface. It was jarring to say the least, but that was only the beginning. Will had only just touched the bottom of the moderately deep pool when Dew started the "therapy." As Will expected, it began with her tongue and his crotch, the usual way pokemon aroused him. He couldn't blame them though, it worked.
Dew planted gentle kisses and licks all over Will's tip. Underwater, the feeling was odd, different, but still pleasurable. Will's member twitched to life as Dew began to run her thick, reddish tongue up and down his length. The rebreather's speakers carried his moans throughout the water, making Dew work twice as hard.
Before long, Will had fully hardened as Dew continued licking away. He squirmed, but she held him in place, mostly to prevent him from floating upwards. Once she finished preparation, it was time for the next stage of therapy. After one particularly long lick, she dived down on his member, engulfing it in one go.
Will writhed at the new feeling and sudden rush of pleasure, but Dew wasn't finished yet. She opened her mouth slightly, forcing water through the small bit of open space. The result was a solid jet of water, gently massaging the sides of Will's member.
The feeling was unreal. Will could only tremble as the pressure seemed to squeeze his dick from all sides. The more water blown, the tighter the grip, and Dew had plenty left. She continued to blow a Watergun down Will's length, increasing the force as time went on. Will shook violently, but under the water, Dew had control, and she always made use of it.
Dew's mouth shook from the sheer force of the water she exerted. Her mouth rumbled with a ridiculous intensity. The vibrations shook Will's entire body, his member especially. The whirlpool in her mouth stroked him in an indescribable way. He could feel his orgasm fast approaching, a tingling sensation making its way through his entire body, when suddenly it hit. Will groaned as he let loose a rush of his seed. The white goop swirled around the vortex of Dew's mouth, spiraling straight down her throat. She held him still as she swallowed his cum, making sure not missing a single drop.
Will exhaled as his orgasm subsided, hundreds of tiny bubbles escaping his mask as he did. Dew only smiled as she watched him pant. There wasn't much time for recovery though, therapy is difficult.
The feeling of something brushing against his member brought Will to attention. Looking down, he found Dew's delicate tail, stroking him up and down. "D-Dew, wait."
"Nope, it's all part of therapy. You're just going to have to deal with it."
"B-but-"
"Quiet."
Will gasped as she began stroking him even harder. He couldn't help but harden once more under Dew's gentle caresses. Before long, Will's member stood at attention.
Dew positioned herself atop Will, holding him in place yet again, not that he had the strength to move anyway. As always, Dew worked quickly, if she didn't, the therapy wouldn't work. She brushed her lower lips against Will's tip, a habit she couldn't stop even though she was in hurry. It lasted only a moment before she forced herself downward, the sensation making her moan out loud. As much was she wanted to savor the feeling, time was of the essence.
Dew's pace was quick and it stayed that way. The clock was ticking, and Will had to cum soon. She tightened her muscles as she went down on Will, the force of her thrusts pushing him farther and farther downward until he hit the ground. She pounded him against the mock ocean floor, barely able to hold back her own moans.
Will had the same problem. Dew's watery cunt gripped him like nothing else. He could feel every muscle in her vagina, rippling like water in a pool.
I'll say one thing, it's always something new when having sex with pokemon. From clits as big my thumb to rippling vaginal control. Just like Tera said, it's like an adventure, a sex filled adventure.
As usual, it wasn't long before Will thrust back. Though the water slowed his movements, he still thrust as hard as possible. The normally loud sound of bodies colliding was nothing more than a dull thud that far beneath the surface. The only distinct sounds were Will's own moans, being projected through his mask, and the violent thrashing of water.
Both Dew and Will were approaching their climaxes fast. Dew pounded Will as hard as she could for the sake of therapy; at least that's what she told herself.
Meanwhile, Will wrapped his legs around her midsection, almost content with the rippling feeling of Dew's walls. But Dew wasn't content, not by a long shot. Her strength easily overrode Will's as she pounded him into the ground, forming a small crater in the sand. Will's leg couldn't fight Dew's strength, so he surrendered, letting her go on as his orgasm neared.
Dew was first to cum, her walls rippling and shaking out of control as her orgasm wracked her body. Her mouth hung wide open as she let out a shuddering moan, her body twitching violently. Her juices shot outwards, the murkier liquid gently floating to the surface along with Will's. The violent shakes of Dew's walls sent Will over the edge as well. His cum escaped the sides of Dew's entrance at a high speed, slowing to a stop before floating upwards. Will watched it go, seconds before he lost consciousness.
Ever had a weightless feeling? Like you're in zero gravity, or suspended in midair? It's pretty awesome, you should try it. It's so relaxing, like I'm floating on top of water...wait.
"Wake up." Will could recognized the gruff but feminine voice anywhere.
"Do I have to?" He asked, turning on his side away from Susan.
As an answer, she kicked him in the back, causing him to roll over and writhe in pain for a moment. "Up, or you'll get another one."
Will groaned, but stood up, just then realizing he still wore the wet swimming trunks. They weren't soaked, so he had to been on dry land for some time.
"How are you feeling?"
"Great, until you came around."
"Anger and sarcasm, yep, you're fine." Susan turned to leave. "Come on, we got one last thing to do."
"Well I kind of need my clothes first."
"That's where we're going."
"Why would you move them?"
"We didn't move them, we threw them in the garbage."
"What?! Why?!"
"You looked like your mom dressed you; we're getting new ones."
"But I liked those clothes."
"Tough."
The trip out of the aquarium was an uncomfortable one, for Will. He made the entire trip dressed in nothing but shorts. Susan insisted it was okay, stating that Will's body was nothing special. Even if it was true, it still pissed him off. He did best to ignore it as he followed Susan to wherever they were going.
A short walk later and they arrived at a large mall, not too different from malls Will had seen on the surface. It had two separate levels connected by escalators, and large square pillars holding up the second floor. Only the edges of the second level had floors, letting anyone on the bottom level see the stores above. Of course, four foot high glass kept anyone from falling over.
No section of wall went without some kind of store on it. Shoe stores, game stores, and most importantly, clothing stores. At the farthest end of the mall sat a clothing store named June's, and Susan went straight for it.
"Come out Will."
"Do I have to?"
"Hurry up!"
Will sighed and exited the changing room. He had a similar look to how he normally dressed, only instead of jeans and white dress shirt, he wore black dress pants and a white, buttoned up dress shirt, untucked as usual.
Susan groaned. "Why do you never tuck in your damn shirt?"
"No one but nerds and businessmen tuck in their shirts? I'm neither, besides, I like something with a little wave to it."
"Ugh, whatever, if you want to walk around looking like an idiot, be my guest."
"Every other word that comes out of your mouth in an insult. I don't know Salem put up with it."
"I didn't have to insult Salem...as much."
"You'll have to excuse me for being skeptical. From what I've heard, Salem was pretty weak back then. A bit nerdy, a bit shy, the type of person you might, oh you know, pick on every three seconds."
"Maybe so, but he had guts, and heart. He'd fight anyone and do anything for us, even if it scared the shit out of him, which it always did. He was courageous, unlike you. You're just an ass."
"Riveting tale, if you're finished, I have somewhere I need to be."
"We're done here anyway, get lost."
Will scoffed and went to leave. "I quite enjoyed our time together. Maybe next time we'll have a spot of tea. Tallyho, bitch."
More than happy to be out of Susan's company, Will found that time just flew by. He sat in the park once again, staring up at the fake stars until the operation began. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd have to thank Susan. The nervous feeling was still there, but thanks to her, he would at least be able to function.
For an hour, he didn't move. With a clear mind, he thought the plan through, a thousand times over, thinking of all the possible things that could go wrong. After some thought, he became confident in his plan, he would make it work.
A short while later, Tera arrived with a message from Salem. It was time to start the operation.Chapter End Notes:I think I might do what I was doing back when i wrote Halcyon U.. Do one chapter of this, and then one chapter of that. So one of these, one request, and so on. I'll figure something out.
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