Chapter 5: Love and Understanding
#5 of Love and Understanding
Chapter 5 of Love and Understanding
POKESPEECH/THOUGHTS:
"Normal Speech"
'Pokemon Telepathy/Pokemon thoughts'
'Normal Thoughts'
' Subconscious'
" Pokespeech"
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN POKEMON...AT LEAST NOT LAST TIME I CHECKED...
*Five years later* (After the events of the previous chapter)
MICHAEL'S POV
I was alone in my bed surrounded by nothing but pitch black darkness, a pounding rainstorm battering the house and attempting to prevent any meaningful sleep. Vicious claps of thunder and majestic displays of lightning filled the shattered air and lit up the night with their awe-inspiring presence. Through the noise and bedlam I could make out a soft humming noise, its origin resonating from somewhere in my room. I tried searching for the culprit but only saw more darkness, my eyes refusing to budge, as though they were sealed shut by some unseen force. I couldn't complain, though, it had been a long day and the soothing tone of an obviously feminine voice acted as the perfect remedy for my distress.
I could feel soft hands lifting my stress off of my body while warmth mixed with cool air brushed up and down my spine, sensing pleasurable shivers coursing through whatever the heavenly emission made contact with. I found myself floating on a majestic ocean alongside a secluded beach, my body floating on top of the waters surface. That same humming noise made its presence known once more, this time however it took on a strangely familiar form.
She was a young woman with stunning blue hair and dangerously pale skin, nearly ghost-like in appearance. Her eyes were a delightful mix of amber and honey, their depths capturing me in an instant. Her entire body was wrapped in a soft white sheet that looked vaguely fresh, almost as if she had made it herself just a few moments earlier. The most peculiar aspect about her though was the amber-colored protrusion sticking out of her chest. It reminded me of a Pokemon I knew but my mind simply wasn't going to work for anything at the moment. I watched as she curled a finger in my direction, to which I gladly swam to shore and walked along the soft sand towards the goddess waiting for me.
I made my way over towards the blue-haired beauty and found myself gently levitating where I stood, being carefully laid on my back with my head resting on the woman's lap. She gently stroked my hair and cooed playfully with a voice that sounded like a mix between a bell and a chime, the mere sound setting my mind at ease and causing any negative thoughts to fall at the wayside. I slowly closed my eyes as her hands continued to explore my body, eventually reaching forbidden places, I tried to stop her advances but found my body unwilling to reciprocate. I figured we were alone miles from civilization, and I could use a little relief so I gave in to the woman's touch.
The first thing I realized were just how soft those pale fingers were, they were akin to the wool you would see on a Mareep. My whole body began to lift and it felt like I was on a bed made of the finest silk, those sinfully addictive hands wiggling beneath my swimming trunks and gently wrapping around the prize that she sought. If there could be a situation that left you breathless this was it, my back arcing sharply as those digits began to tug at my shaft with the innocence of youth while filled with a primal hunger that was only made manifest when hearts were unified and the bonding was made sacred through the most forbidden act. I tried holding in my urges but was unable to fight off the coming flow, a modest amount of my essence spilling out onto those skilled digits. I felt her hand leave my throbbing arousal and I could hear her licking her lips clean of the small treat. I eagerly awaited her to return to what she was doing but felt nothing but an empty presence. I opened my eyes and saw that the blue-haired goddess was nowhere to be found, leaving me frustrated and confused as to why she would flee.
My mind registered a constant beeping noise somewhere close by, the source unknown and, for some strange reason, produced the same intensity and pitch regardless of where I was located. My vision began to grow dark as the noise continued to rise in volume until it was practically deafening, I wanted to silence the nuisance so badly. Finally, after what felt like an eternity I could see light filtering into my vision despite my eyes being closed. Curious as to what it was that was beeping I opened my eyes and saw a filing fan running as well as a Luxray-shaped alarm clock resting on my bedside dresser. I moved over to shut the damn thing off when I felt a pair of hands attempt to pull me back towards the bed.
My thoughts were immediately interrupted when a soft cooing manifested itself in my mind. I was about to ignore it when it happened again, this time with a greater sense of urgency, bordering on the side of panic. It was then I felt a weight shift from my left and I turned to investigate the source.
Jessica was clinging to me with a disturbing frown etched of her face. For the life of me I couldn't understand why she looked so distraught when it suddenly dawned on me...'HELLO? SHE IS IN YOUR ROOM! IN YOUR BED! WITH HER ARMS WRAPPED AROUND YOU!' I still had to get that annoying alarm clock to shut up but Jessica was intent on keeping me pressed snug against her body.
For a Kirlia she had incredible physical strength in her tiny frame, I say "tiny" but I wasn't that much taller than Jessica. Having reminded myself of my physical shortcomings once more I began to sigh with frustration, trying to figure out how to go about this without waking the clingy Pokemon up or disturbing her more than she already was.
I gently shook her in an attempt to dispel whatever it may have been threatening her mind but my efforts produced the exact opposite effect. Rather than settle down and open her eyes peacefully she grabbed the hand that had been shaking her and nearly ripped it clean off of my body. My reaction was fairly appropriate given the circumstances.
I screamed like a little bitch. On the plus side my scream seemed to fulfill one half of my plan, her eyes having shot open and were fixated on mine. As I gazed into them I saw an intense pain, the kind of pain that one could actually feel by merely looking at it, etched deep within her amber depths. For a brief moment i wondered if my insistence on silencing my alarm had broken some sort of mental link she had made with me but that thought was temporarily put on hold when I realized i couldn't feel my arm. I tried moving it but I couldn't get it to budge an inch. When I actually looked at my arm it suddenly dawned on me the reason I couldn't feel it or move it.
It had been not only dislocated but ripped clean off the bone itself. There were deep finger impressions where Jessica had pulled on the skin, a disgusting purple spreading from the point of contact. What caught me by surprise more tevens nothing, even the fact my girlfriend had ripped my arm off, was the fact I wasn't experiencing any pain. I figured it could be that the nerves had been damaged so badly that the pain receptors weren't registering the broken ligament or it was possible that my body and brain hadn't yet registered what was going on. I should have stopped myself but, like a fool, I opened my mouth and just HAD to say something.
"I have to say I'm quite impressed that I don't feel any pa- OOOH FOR THE LOVE OF ARCEUS THAT FUCKING HURTS!" That confirmed two things, first that I was a complete idiot for jinxing it and secondly that the pain hadn't yet registered with my brain due to my body having been in shock. Tears fell freely from my eyes and I bit down hard on tongue in a vain attempt to mask the pained roar threatening to climb out from my throat. All I managed to accomplish was break the skin on the muscle in my mouth and cause a trickle of blood to fall from my lower lip. I mentally smacked myself as I not only had a completely destroyed arm but now a bleeding mouth and split lower lip. 'Could this day possibly get any worse?'
Now my mind betrayed me as I heard angry steps make their way toward my room. I then turned to look at Jessica and for a brief moment I saw clarity and awareness within her amber orbs. Whatever had been distressing her earlier must have faded away because she even had a smile on her face. I quickly realized the situation was indeed dire, my father rampaging towards my room with Jessica in my bed, me with a shattered arm, a bleeding tongue and busted lower lip. I sighed in defeat as I realized just how screwed I was.
Suddenly the door to my room opened and my dad was standing before me. The first thing he noticed was my arm, what was left of it. His eyes went wide on a scale I didn't think existed and, for a brief moment, I thought I had dodged a bullet with Jessica. I would have hated to try and explain to my dad that I woke up with her arms wrapped around my waist and that she was the reason my arm was shattered. I almost congratulated myself, key word being "almost." I didn't want to jinx my good fortune now at such a critical juncture.
He was looking right at Jessica. 'Damn it all! Apparently the reverse-psychology doesn't work with that.'
JESSICA'S POV
*Flashback: Last Night*
Darkness, darkness as far as the eye could see. It had completely engulfed me, body and soul, and I hated it. I was sitting on a beach one moment and the next I was alone in this freezing darkness. We had been relaxing on a secluded stretch of beach with the sand beneath our toes, my hands running through that sexy blonde hair of his and wrapping around his shoulders, digging into the tense muscles to alleviate whatever stress he may have been under. I remembered how my hands began to wander and go places they really shouldn't have gone, the sounds he made when I was touching him were so incredible...
...and now it was gone, I was alone in a cold world with nothing but an incessant beeping echoing through my head. Whatever it was making that noise I hated it, I wanted it gone and I wanted it gone in that moment. A deep dread formed out of the recesses of my mind and, for a brief instance, I thought the noise was a precursor to something much more sinister about to take place. The events of five years ago were still fresh in my mind and if it hasn't been for the nightmare Darkrai sent me I might have lost Michael forever.
I began whimpering pitifully, desperate to find Michael and reclaim that spark we shared in my dream, clinging to whatever semblance of Michael that i could in my sleep-induced state. The noise was getting louder and I felt a weight shift in front of me at the pinnacle of the noises intensity.
'No! Don't touch me!' I mentally screamed as my mind went blank, but not before I could make out the sound of a deep roar of pain. What felt like a few minutes has passed in the blink of an eye and I slowly began to process the reality before me. I could see a blurry figure in front of me, a subtle glow of green where eyes would be located got my attention immediately. Those orbs seemed so familiar, their piercing gaze grabbing my attention. Before I could investigate any further I heard the door to Michael's bedroom slam open and I was met with another pair of emerald green eyes, except these eyes were not the same ones filled with warmth and compassion.
These eyes belonged to his father and they were filled with contempt and, as I searched through his fathers emotions, incredible anger and rage. For a moment I thought I saw his eyes change color to that of a burning scarlet. I suddenly recalled the events of last night and found myself wishing I had made a different decision.
A/N: WARNING: ONE-SIDED SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD!
*Flashback: Last night*
The darkness inside my room was smothering me but this was not the problem. A howling wind bashed and slammed the foundation of the house but this was not the problem. Rain fell at a torrential clip and, at times, it felt like the heavens themselves had opened the floodgates. This was not the problem.
The problem lay between my legs and the same problem was generating an uncomfortable amount of warmth between them. It had gotten to the point that, if I didn't find relief soon I would wet my bed in the most unconventional way possible, and not because of my bladder. The heat was unbearable and I was losing sleep over it, my mind being swarmed with arousing images of questionable intent. No matter how hard I tried to ignore the images they kept coming back in greater force and intensity. The one constant about these thoughts and images was the person within them.
'If only he knew what I was thinking about right now, how much he stays on my mind.'
'D-Damn it...of all times to go into heat...Why now? I'm not even supposed to experience this until I become a Gardevoir...' I sighed with annoyance as the wetness continued to accumulate from between my legs, the perverted thoughts I had of him, it felt right but, at the same time, it felt wrong...so very...wrong...
I had to do something or I wouldn't get any sleep because of my heat so I made a decision that would forever change how I viewed him...'Arceus, how I want to tell him but I have no idea how he would react. Would he be angry? Disgusted? Would he not want me as a friend anymore?' Not wanting to let these thoughts further delay me I took a determined step towards the bedroom door. I took another...and another, and another. Eventually I had grabbed hold of the door and turned the latch, and was now making my way across the living room. I took great care going up the flight of stairs to the second floor, where he lay asleep and unaware...
'Why does the thought of me doing this when he isn't even awake make me feel even more aroused? What is happening to me?'
My heart was pounding in my chest and, the moment I grabbed the door, I suddenly found it difficult to breathe. I was thinking through all of the ways that my escapade could turn disastrous and was about to forget the whole thing entirely, but Mother Nature would not let that happen, however.
A piercing bolt of lightning lit up the house and the clap of thunder that followed made my decision for me, I sprinted into the bedroom. I used my psychic powers to gently close the door, cursing the prolonged squeaking of the large wooden barrier. When it closed I took a silent breath and examined the situation.
I was in Michaels room...
The first thing my mind perceived was the overwhelming scent that could only belong to the teenage boy. It wasn't a vulgar scent, persay, but very masculine, as typical of a male still short of his prime but nevertheless branching out. I took a couple soft whiffs of him and my mind began to fog with pleasure, going against my whole plan of staying subtle and not to make myself known. I had yet to get rid of the sexual tension that had grabbed hold of me and that made staying quiet a chore itself.
After a few seconds of silence on my part I gingerly made my way over towards Michaels bed and began levitating. I didn't want to alert him so I took a chance with my psychic powers. What I was about to do was incredibly dangerous but I couldn't find myself bothered enough to care for the consequences. Using my left hand I caused the covers to float and my other hand sent soothing waves of energy into Michaels body to compensate for the momentary loss of the spread. Now came the hard part-
-getting in the bed without waking him up.
I took a deep breath and focused my powers so they wouldn't fade or do something chaotic, which had happened before. The mere memory of her Psychic spell causing a pocket of air to explode was ever a reminder that great power comes with great responsibility.
'So what in the name of Arceus am I doing right now? I'm about to scratch my itch on a teenager! A SLEEPING teenager!'
For reasons I couldn't comprehend that scenerio was the hottest thing possible, nearly causing me to lose control of my power which would have resulted in the spread falling on top of Michael in the most unprofessional manner possible. Now was the time, whatever repercussions that came out of this would be dealt with as needed. I was horny and only Michael would quench the blaze in my loins.
Carefully I maneuvered my body so that I was nestled behind Michael in a spooning position, taking a moment to admire his chiseled back and shoulders. He may have been small in height but he took great care of his body and it certainly didn't hurt that he exercised on a near-daily basis. I felt my face flush once again thinking about how the rest of him would look, his legs digging into the sheets with his sweat-caked body hovering directly over my own...my arms draped over his shoulders...
An arousing whimper left my lips at the thought and I could contain my lust no longer. Reaching deep inside of myself I pulled whatever reserves of courage i had and took the plunge. I grasped Michaels shaft and marveled at other warmth radiating from it. Everywhere my hand moved it was met with that same warmth and I couldn't get enough of it. Slowly I increased the intensity of my grip and it was then, at that very moment, I felt a slightly sticky substance coat the tip of my fingers. I pulled my hand back and inspected the substance with both curiosity and arousal, my mind then making an absurd leap of faith...
I placed my fingers in my mouth.
What I felt could only be described as pure bliss, my face flushing crimson at the realization that I had just...tasted Michaels essence...
'My...friend...his...essence...'
I subconsciously moved the same hand down between my legs and had to stifle a moan, biting my lower lip to mask the spike of pleasure coursing through my body. The realization that I had just used this same hand to stroke my best friend off was not foreign to me; if anything this knowledge only made my fingers dig deeper, my emotions running rampant from the pleasurable images flooding my mind.
'If...if only...these were his...fingers...a-aaahn! M-Michael~'
My heart was racing and I could feel heat rise from within my stomach, curling my two fingers in at an angle to further amplify the wonderful sensations overwhelming me. I needed to keep my voice down so I didn't wake Michael up, and that was when it dawned on me what I was doing.
An incredible weight suddenly made itself manifest in my mind and it took everything in me to control myself before primal urges took over. This was...wrong.
'This is wrong! This is wrong! I'm practically raping him! He doesn't even know I'm here for Arceus' sake! I'm pleasuring myself on his bed with Michael sleeping next to me!'
I made my mind up at that point and, though it took great effort on my part considering how far I went, I would not allow myself to sully Michael or myself in that way...
'...at least not yet anyway.'
I suddenly felt a hand on my cheek and my face warmed instantly. I was about to question the source when I recognized the scent the hand belonged to, it was Michaels'. I glanced over at him but his head was turned away and he was facing his irate father, whos' rage I couldn't understand. Why was he so angry with me?
"Son, I'm going to ask you one time, and one time ONLY."
The intensity in his voice scared me immensely, it was a primal rage akin to a mate protecting its own or a parent protecting its child. Why was this? I had lived with Michael for five years and not once had I physically hurt him. Was he angry for a different reason? I had leaned in close until my head was buried in the crook of Michaels neck and it was then I saw a grisly sight.
Michaels arm looked like it had been run over by a car.
"What is it, dad?"
"Did your Kirlia do that to your arm?"
I felt my blood run cold hearing his fathers voice, as long as I had known him Michaels father always referred to me by my name, which Michael had given. This was the first time he referred to me as a Pokemon...and the way he said "Kirlia" made me feel deathly afraid.
"What are you going to do dad-"
"DID SHE DO THAT TO YOUR ARM? YES, OR NO."
I saw Michael visibly shiver when he was asked the question again. I didn't know what to do in this situation; what could I do? Did I really hurt Michael? He was my best friend!
'There is no way I could hurt my dear Michael...'
"I woke up and Jessica was acting strangely, as if she was having a bad dream so I went to wake her up and...she grabbed my arm..."
I felt my heart fall into the pit of my stomach...