Mating Season Training Session: Arrival
#1 of A Poorly Timed Training Session
Hello, my name is Pok è nonymous, It is a pleasure to meet you.
I am currently working on editing and transferring this story from a different website; so for the moment, assume that I will not be responding to any messages.
This is the first chapter of the first part of a very, VERY long story that does (later on) include ample if not gratuitous sex scenes. (please be patient I enjoy writing character and plot development as much as raunchy sex scenes)
Also, I have not done any new writing on this in about a year, life just got very busy, but with my newfound resolutions on giving up youtube and such, I've considered getting back into a bit of writing to help blow off a bit of steam while still feeling like getting some work done. Alhough do not expect frequent posts as I am indeed a college student.
Keeping all of that in mind, I hope you enjoy:
Oh, also It's in first person... love it or hate it, I've written way too much to change it.
I awoke with a start from a most pleasant dream. I had just placed first at the upcoming battle tournament, and was being carried by my team to the winners circle, the trophy clutched firmly in one hand and my pride clutched firmly by the other. Champagne corks and confetti were flying and the crowd began chanting my name over and over, softly at first but then raising the volume at regular intervals till it became overwhelmingly loud... It was at that point that I was forcefully roused and my alarm, which just so happened to be a recording of me saying my name over and over with increasing intensity, which was quickly muted.
I lay like this for a minute, light from the mid-spring sunrise and the chilly morning air filtered through the open window of my room. The early sun's rays had not yet brought with them the warmth with which they were so often associated and, with a wave of my hand, the window was shut.
I was just about to get up when I became aware of the fact that there was something winding it's way up my leg and resting on my chest. Carefully removing the sheets reveled to me the sleeping face of my shiny Serviper, her green and black body wrapped around me for warmth. I smiled and scratched her gently behind the jaw calling softly "Bluebell, wake-up. It's time to get ready." She rose affectionately her beautiful blue eyes appeared tired but happy and she began lightly licking my face with her forked tongue, producing a chuckle from me. She appeared to be quite tired, and as I looked about the room I noticed why: over night, she had shed her skin. Shedding a skin was a half-hour process with my help; without my aid the shedding must have taken her most of the night to accomplish, I asked her forgiveness of my negligence for I had been too busy as of late to notice that she was about to shed. She didn't seem to mind though and accepted my apology.
Bluebell sluggishly unwound herself from around my leg and I began my morning exercise routine: fifty each of pushups, sit-ups, and leg raises; ten jumping squats, and finally one-hundred jumping-jacks. Slightly winded, yet barely exhausted, I grabbed a change of clothes, went into the bathroom and, upon eyeing myself and my unkempt facial hair in the mirror, proceeded to set out on the counter my shaving supplies. Unfortunately this upcoming training excursion was placed at a most inconvenient time; however, this placement was unavoidable: the week before I was busy with my high school reunion and was constantly being invited to side parties (being moderately popular as I was if only for my party tricks), and the week after I will be packing and preparing to move to a new region all together as well as the battle tournament for which this training session was geared towards; in other words, the training session had to be done now-and at the height of mating season no less... I was, however, able to stock up on various berries at a farmers market at the last minute, yet it slipped my mind to purchase new razor blades, the one I had was of acceptable sharpness though so I set it out along with my shaving cream and aftershave.
Shaking my head clear of thoughts I stepped into the shower and washed off the filth of my previous journey. I stepped out of the shower and dried off, not bothering to wrap a towel around myself. I looked in the mirror at my toned body; I rarely allow myself the luxury of pride, however, in this instance I was viewing the culmination of almost an entire life of training, ever since I was six I have been pushing my body to its limits both physically and mentally, and the fruits of my labor are ever present.
I begin shaving and, sure enough, I nick myself with the dull razor. Bluebell, most likely smelling the blood (I don't often cut myself shaving) came in to the bathroom and froze when she saw me, mouth hanging open as if in disbelief. I explained to her that I had neglected to purchase new razor blades, noticing that her gaze was drifting downward from my face, which I thought odd bud did not make mention of it. She accepted my explanation and abruptly exited the bathroom using her tail to close the door. I thought to myself what would cause her to act so strangely. After replaying the scene in my head a couple of times, it occurred to me that I wasn't wearing a towel... Immediately the parts of my face not covered by shaving cream turned scarlet red and I apologized to Bluebell through the door and carefully finished shaving. I took a small amount of Beedrill wax in my hands and used it to brush and keep my hair out of my eyes. I quickly dressed, transferring over the contents of the pockets of my previous clothing and headed down for breakfast with Bluebell who appears to have graciously accepted all my apologies.
As I went down the stairs I was greeted, much to my enjoyment, by the elderly owner of the bed and breakfast, Marge. She was a long time family friend, my parents had brought me here at least once a year (often more) since I was two, just to 'get away from it all' as they said; so naturally we formed a close bond.
"I was just coming up to make sure you were awake and didn't turn off your alarm like last time," She said jokingly.
"Thank you," I said warmly.
"You asked me to make sure you didn't miss breakfast. Now what would you like to eat dear?" She asked.
With a sigh I asked, "Marge, how long have you known me for?"
After a moment of thought she responded, "Well, I first met you when you were but two years old, so about eighteen years."
"Precisely," I said with a comical amount of enthusiasm, "And in eighteen years, have I ever requested for a specific dish or complained about anything you have set in front of me?"
After a pause, "No, no you haven't." she said calmly.
"That, is because everything you make is simply delicious, I wouldn't have it another way than a surprise as to what dish you will treat me with next."
"Alright, alright," she said happily.
At that we descended the stairs making idle conversation till we reached the bottom, where I was tackled to the floor by a black blur. My Umbreon, Onyx, had always been playful. She licked at my face with her rough tongue, forcing my laughter till I begged for mercy. I scratched her ears and she purred loudly, jumping into my lap as I sat down at the table. Lately her affection has been even greater-no doubt due to it being the middle of mating season.
Pushing thoughts of mating season out of my mind, I turned to my yet to be named Houndoom who was still scarfing down her food in the corner. A more recent acquisition of mine, I do not yet know her well enough to properly name her, something which I had hoped to fix during this training session.
Marge re-entered the room with a plate of food in her hand and conversation on her lips.
"I've been meaning to ask you," she said as I began to cut the pancakes, "why are all of your Pokèmon female?"
I sighed, I saw this coming, I only started bringing my Pokèmon here two years ago and it was only a matter of time before Marge would notice. "That's a long story... But seeing as I have time I would be glad to share it with you."
"Go on," she said, uncharacteristically impatient.
"It all starts with my parents, my father, as you know, is a master martial-artist and a senior instructor at a popular dojo. My mother is a psychic trainer who uses her abilities to help people speak with Pokèmon."
"I never knew your mother was a psychic, although that does explain the floating books..." She said.
"Ah, yeah. Mom always did like to levitate books," I said a loving smile crossing my face, "Anyways, I have inherited both of their abilities," I said as I levitated a piece of bacon into my mouth begetting a shocked reaction from Marge. "I have spent most of my life learning to control both my mind and body through intense physical training and deep meditation," as I spoke this I reached into my pocket, somewhat disturbing Onyx, and pulled out my wallet selecting a specific id card, "This card shows that I am licensed and able to do battle with Pokèmon personally, I have developed several skills throughout the years that are on par with Pokèmon abilities."
"Well, while that's shocking, but I don't understand how that answers my question" She said.
Ignoring the slight rudeness, "Because of my abilities and natural psychic aura most Pokèmon believe me to be their equal, and because of this, male Pokèmon take it as a matter of pride to not allow themselves to be captured by me or to follow any order I give them if they are captured. This would make breeding impossible were it not for my sister having the same predicament in opposite. The only male Pokèmon that I have ever captured that has followed my orders just so happened to be my first Pokèmon and the great-grandfather of Bluebell here," I said tenderly rubbing Bluebell's snout. "I just have one question, what on earth did you think was happening?" I asked, raising an eyebrow comically, knowing full well what she thought.
Marge's face turned bright red as she stammered, "Oh... well, I uhhh."
I laughed and re-assured her, "Relax Marge it's ok... Does-this have anything to do with the re-legalization of Pokèphilic relationships and marriage?"
"Actually yes" She confirmed.
I smiled, "While I fully support love in all forms, and was truly happy when the embargo was lifted, AND would not be opposed to the idea of falling in love with one of my girls, I assure you my goal was not to create a harem."
A look of relief took to Marge's face, "Oh what a relief. I know you go deep into the woods and off the beaten path for these training sessions of yours and the idea of a strapping youth such as yourself alone and unsupervised with a multitude of female Pokèmon was not sitting on me well. Especially with it being in the middle of mating season this weak"
"I assure you Marge, that if a romantic relationship were to form between me and any of my girls, I would base it on love not lust." But as I said this my mind slipped into overdrive and cranked out sexual desire and fantasy in great numbers. Attempting to right myself "I was told a story once about one of my ancestors on my father's side being a Machamp, and another story about an Alakazam on my mother's side."
"That would explain your powers and the way Pokèmon treat you... I hope that you find love soon, no matter the species, I would love to see your children." she said letting out her inner grandmother. "I've heard that it is very hard to get a Pokèmon pregnant from an interspecies relationship, and that the female can actually decide not to have a child if she doesn't want to." Biting my lip for the next part, "There is also something that I've been meaning to tell you... I'm-moving to the Kalos region..." Marge stopped and looked shocked.
"You're leaving Sinnoh? But, why?" a tear coming to her eye.
I looked down and petted Onyx then sighed and said, "My dad has been offered to become an instructor at a dojo that is going to open soon... It was too good of an opportunity to pass up, and since I've already bested the Sinnoh league, Kalos offers a new opportunity for me as well... I'll still visit, just less often, and I'll still call just as much!" I said desperately, yet truthfully, to try and assuage her sadness.
"But how will you visit?" She asked.
"I have bread a Pokèmon specifically for intercontinental travel, It would be as fast if not faster than if I were to take a plane," that last part was a lie, from Kalos to Sinnoh It would take my Pokèmon three days where a plane could do it in one, but I couldn't bear to see her hurt so... It took a while to comfort her but in the end she calmed down and I resumed eating.
After a pause she asks, "so, what does this special training of yours entail?"
After swallowing a mouthful of toast and scrambled eggs, "Well it is a week long, intensive, one-on-one training program consisting of grappling, sparing, battling, practicing, eating, and sleeping," I said taking another bite of her heavenly bacon.
"Are you sure you are going to be safe? Last time you almost died if I recall correctly," She said, remembering correctly that last time I had gotten in over my head and wound up fighting several Graveler all at the same time, I only survived because one of my Pokèmon was able to cause a distraction and drag my broken body to safety.
"I've taken precautions to ensure that if I am in danger rescue will come," I said holding up my new watch. "It functions like a phone, pokèdex, and emergency rescue device all in one. Yeah, it was NOT cheap. I had it custom made by Silph co. and it doesn't come off without a key," I said shaking my wrist.
"How does it know when you are in danger?" she asked inquisitively.
"It monitors my vital signs, you know: blood pressure, heart rate, nervous activity, blood levels, nutrient content, stuff like that."
"Oh, well I'm glad to see you are well prepared. Will you be back or are you going to hike home after this?" she asked.
"As much as I would like to stay longer, I do have to pack and finish preparations for the upcoming tournament, so I think it best if I head straight home." I said truthfully.