For the Sake of Peace Part 3-The Storm Breaks

Story by Solario the Visored on SoFurry

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*Looks at comments on Bayleef Party story* "Okay, this is becoming embarrassing."

"No, sir, it's been embarrassing for quite some time, now."

So, yeah, deleted that one. It was just a mistake. I'll just store that away in the private collection of dumb shorts that'll never see the light of day. Here's the next installment of FtSoP, to make up for it. If you notice any spelling errors or missing tags, let me know and I'll see about fixing them. :P

This story contains descriptions of Pokemon engaged in sexual activity. If that sort of thing offends you, then stomp your whole self in. Then stomp your whole self out. Stomp your whole self in and stomp it all about. You do the Pony-Pokey and give a little shout! That's what I'm talkin' about. o3o

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or anything related to that franchise, though the individual characters depicted are mine.

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Pokemon Island, River Region...

Sear climbed out from his home and stretched. The Pikachu lived in a hollowed out pile of logs on the banks of the river that ran through the forested part of the island. As usual, all was fairly quiet by the river. A few Butterfree fluttered among the canopy, just over their free-hanging Metapod cousins.

Sear inhaled through his nose, taking in the scent of late morning trees and water. The flowing river created a pleasant, constant sound that seemed to invite him to go back inside, curl up, and sleep. Sear would have none of that. Filled with the energy of one still in his relative youth, the Pikachu padded quickly to the river and took a quick drink. Wiping his muzzle, Sear looked around for anything unusual about the day. Seeing nothing strange to distract him, the mouse pokemon went into his usual routine. He ran.

Sear was fast. Perhaps one of the fastest pokemon on the island. He had heard of Rapidash and Dodrio on the island who may be faster, but he had never seen them. It didn't matter, really; the Pikachu didn't run competitively, he just loved the feeling of moving quickly. As he ran, his fur caught the late morning dew and caused small sparkles to fall behind him, like a trail of stardust. Other pokemon often found it impressive, though Sear tried not be a showoff.

After a minute of running, the yellow blur approached a well-known spot by the river. It was the home of a revered and wise Vileplume who lived in the shadow of a rock formation that many said resembled a strange pokemon. As he approached, Sear found that his senses confused somewhat. Normally, the Pikachu would see a pillar of Vileplume's strange, thick smoke curling up through the trees, smell her odd, alluring scent as he drew closer. Now, it was not Sear's eyes or nose that percieved activity, but his ears. There was a commotion near the Cubone Rock.

Changing course, Sear angled his dash toward the river. To get to the scene, he would have to cross the river. With his velocity, it ws a fairly simple task; just run, aim for a narrower section of river, and jump. The mouse pokemon fairly flew over the slow-running water to the opposite bank, drawing the attention of a few Poliwag beneath him in the water. Sear quickly came to a stop at the outskirts of a slowly growing crowd of assorted pokemon. Poliwag, Psyduck, Slowpoke, and Slowbro gathered around the spot where Vileplume could often be found rooted, as Magikarp and Shellder peered up at the scene from the water and Butterfree fluttered overhead, chattering in their high-pitched voices. Over the crowd, Sear could see the strangely-shaped Cubone Rock. He had never met a Cubone, and couldn't really see the pokemon in the stone formation, but he never really stopped long enough to ponder it. It was only now that the Pikachu stopped to look around the area.

All of the pokemon gathered around were shouting and talking excitedly. Sear could only hear small snippets of sentances through the cacophony. "-terrible! She's-" "-could have happened to her? Did-" "-was the last to see her-" The small, yellow rodent tried to push his way through the crowd, to little success. Sear was unused to finding this much resistance when trying to get somewhere, and decided to back off and find another way around. As he started padding around the crowd, Sear noticed a familiar face. Standing at the back of the crowd was a Bulbasaur, one of the relatively few of their kind that made their home here by the river. This Bulbasaur, named Sal, was Sear's long-time friend.

The Pikachu called to the plant pokemon, who turned on his four short legs to face him. Sal nodded for Sear to come over. As soon as he was close enough to be heard over the ambient voices, Sear asked his friend, "What's all the commotion? Did something happen with Vileplume?"

Sal gazed at Sear with his large, red eyes. "Something happened, all right: She's disappeared!" Sear blinked incredulously. He had never heard of Vileplume going anywhere! She always just stayed in her accustomed place by Cubone Rock. The Bulbasaur sighed. "Yup. Completely gone without a trace. They found she was missing earlier this morning, when someone had come to ask her advice. So far, nobody knows what coud have happened..."

Just then, the air was split by a loud, keening sound. All the pokemon nearby flinched and fell silent. They all turned toward the culprit. A trio of Porygon sat nearby, looking out over the crowd. The one in front, a large specimen who called itself Prime-Zero, lowered his head after unleashing its Screech. It then addressed the crowd in a voice that seemed strange, artificial somehow. It unnerved Sear somewhat, but he listened nonetheless. "Individual forms of the River Region of Pokemon Island," it began in its formal way, "this one understands your confusion. The Vileplume-form has been abducted by assailants sometime in the recent nocturnal cycle." A murmur ran through the crowd. Some pokemon (mostly Slowpoke) had trouble grasping the Porygon's strange way of talking, and had to turn to their companions for help understanding. Prime-Zero continued, unaware or uncaring if it was understood. "At approximately midnight of this last nocturnal cycle, this one detected a rise in the ambient electromagnetic energy in the vecinity of the river. This leads this one to believe that the most viable culprits in this abduction are forms of the electrical element." The other Porygon nodded their strange, angular heads, voicing their agreement. "Concurred." "Well-stated."

The pokemon started talking excitedly to each other. "What did he say?" "He said some electric types took Vileplume!" "Where did they take her, though?" A few suspicious glances were cast at Sear, but he just held up his paws defensively. Prime-Zero spoke again, causing the assembly to quiet down again, lest the normal-type release another deafening Screech. "The Sear-form is not to be blamed for this misdeed. That one was unconcious in that one's residence down the river at the time of the spike in energy. This one surmises that the culprits originated from the direction of the Tunnel Region, and the power plant therein."

This brought up a whole new wave of excited and now angry chattering. Many of the pokemon wanted to launch an immediate invasion of the tunnels, but others argued that the pokemon there were mostly ground and other electric types; an invasion would not be easy. Besides, what if the Porygon was wrong? Finally, a Poliwag jumped up onto a moss-covered rock and shouted out to the assembly, "We need leadership for this, everyone! We need to ask the strongest one on the river! We need Nardu!" There was a sudden rush of agreement.

"But, who's gonna talk to him?" asked a Psyduck, who sat waist-deep in the shallows of the river. This calmed the pokemon a bit. It was true, Nardu the Venusaur was the most powerful pokemon in the region, but he was also the scariest, as well as the least likely to help others without a good reason. After casting about for a minute, eyes began to fall on Sal, the only grass-type in attendance.

The Bulbasaur blinked and started to shuffle backward. "I-I can't talk to him! You don't know what he's like! He would..." Sal trailed off, apparently not wanting to discuss out loud the reprocussions of disturbing Nardu unbidden. The other pokemon started a mixture of pleading and scolding.

Sal felt a touch to his side. He looked over and saw Sear. The Pikachu looked his friend in the eye and said, "Sal, the river needs Vileplume. You gotta talk to Nardu for us. You're the only one he might listen to."

The grass-type drew in a deep breath, then sighed, nodding. "All right. I'll... I'll go and see Nardu..." The other pokemon cheered as Sal turned on his stumpy legs and walked off toward the home of the powerful Venusaur that nearly ruled the river. Sear watched him go with a slight pang of guilt. Surely Nardu wasn't that scary...was he?

In the Tunnel Region...

Rade watched as Pikachu began to fill the room. Aside from himself and Letta, who stood next to him, there were some twenty Pikachu in the chamber. In the center of the room sat the egg, bright yellow with black markings adorning it. Behind Rade floated Haunter, and behind him was the cage. There sat Vileplume, looking almost regal as she watched the proceedings in stoic silence.

As the last of the Pikachu filed into the room, many of them male, but a neccessary few female, the doors closed, and Rade held out his paws, addressing the crowd. "My people! Finally, the time has come! The day has arrived when we will rise up out of these murky dwellings and take control of this wretched island!" Many of the Pikachu cheered. Some cheers were more subdued from others, these from those who secretly did not share Rade's vision of conquest. Rade was in high enough spirits that he decided that this insolence could be overlooked. "That's right," he continued, "We will finally assume our rightful place as rulers of Pokemon Island with the help of our new 'tool'..." He gestured toward the egg, drawing attention to it. Few dared guess what was inside. Some knew, or thought they knew but hoped they were wrong.

Rade swept out his paws again. "And so, let there be no further hesitation! We have awaited our reward long enough! Commence the ceremony!" Here, he nodded to Haunter, who drifted around to where Vileplume rested within the cage. Haunters semisolid body passed easily through the cage bars, and he was in with her. He drifted close enough that only she could hear his whispered words.

"Your part in this little party is easy, flower. You just start pumping out that Sweet Scent of yours, and everything will go smoothly."

Vileplume did not look at Haunter. She sat in her spot on the floor of the cage and spoke softly. "I will not take any part in your mad rituals. I know what is in that egg, and I will not be responsible for its release."

Haunter chuckled at this. "Heheh, fine. You want to do this the hard way, we can do it the hard way..." He then floated around her large, blue body, his own form shaded by the plant pokemon's huge petals. Using trickery known only to ghost pokemon, Haunter became one with Vileplume's shadow, in physical body becoming incorporeal. In this new state, he reached out with his disembodied hands and began to caress Vileplume's body. She didn't move or make any indication that she knew she was being touched, but Haunter knew she was very aware. His hands slid all over her small arms and down, across her hips. Then, when one hand reached across, tracing its feeling of movement toward the grass-type's sex, at that moment did Vileplume move.

She attempted to swat his hand away, but in his shadow-melded form, Haunter could not be touched. However, he could certainly touch her. His finger came into contact with Vileplume's lips and traced around them delicately. She again tried to push him away, but only succeeded in flailing slightly at the air. Haunter's questing digit entered her then, sliding into her folds with ghostly ease. Vileplume inhaled sharply as her nether region was violated. A small whisp of pinkish powder coughed up from the center of her blossom. Haunter's mouth twisted into a wicked smile as he began to work first one, then another finger into Vileplume's body. As he stimulated her sex, Vileplume moaned as her flower began to expel more of the powder into the air. It soon reached where Rade and Letta stood.

Letta wrinkled her nose slightly at the strange smell. It was incredibly sweet-smelling, andshe guessed that Rade had found a way to force a grass-type to unleash its Sweet Scent technique. Rade grinned devilishly as the powder began to pour across the floor, slowly filling up the room. As she watched, Letta could see the effect it was having; Pikachu started to get glazed looks in their eyes, started to touch themselves or their companions. As she observed a male lean over and give a female a long, lusty lick to her neck, Letta realized with a slight start that her own paw had wandered to her nether lips, which were growing increasingly moist. So this is what Sweet Scent does to pokemon who get locked in a room with it, she thought.

Suddenly, Rade grabbed Letta by the paw and swung her to face him. His face was a vision of lust and greed. Letta glanced down and quickly confirmed what he had in store for her. She didn't resist; she had taken too many beatings trying to resist the Raichu in the past. She knew it was best to just let him have his way. Besides, with the Vileplume's powder filling her head and fogging up her senses, part of Letta actually wanted it to happen. That part of her quivered and dripped as Rade's paw touched it.

As the more evolved pokemon guided Letta to the floor, she looked over and saw that many of the other Pikachu in the room had taken similar notions. Because there were fewer females than males, the ladies soon found themselves being caressed, groped, and licked by two or three males at a time. A few females found themselves pinned to the ground by the more impatient males, who wasted no time in forcing their erect members roughly into the most convenient orifice. The room began to fill with moans of pleasure and gasps of lust as the whole chamber started to degrade into a massive orgy.

Haunter continued to use his fingers to pry at Vileplume's folds, eliciting sharp gasps and groans from the grass-type, who continued to reflexively spew Sweet Scent into the air. Letta, meanwhile, was now on all fours, bracing herself on her paws as Rade positioned his large cock at her entrance. The Raichu leaned over the smaller pokemon, his body weight pressing on her. Through the Sweet Scent, she could smell his masculine arousal, a scent she had become very familiar with. Rade whispered into Letta's ear, clear enough that she could understand him through the fog of arousal created by the powder. "Say it, my love. Tell me the words you know I love to hear..."

Letta knew what he meant. In times gone by, she would never have dreamed of saying such things to the runty little Pikachu that constantly fawned over her. Now, however, after having been forced to it so many times, and with the heavy, horny male on top of her, and with the Sweet Scent filling her lungs and overriding her brain, Letta had little problem bringing herself to tell the lie. "I want you, Rade. Please take me. Mate me hard in that glorious way that only you can." This response was all Rade needed to join the party, and soon Letta was grunting and pushing back with her legs into the Raichu's heavy thrusts.

The entire room had become a collective orgy of drug-fueled sex. Pikachu were thrusting and moaning and groping with wild abandon, and Haunter was still performing his best with Vileplume. Part of the ghost-type's brain made him resent his lack of a libido or even olfactroy senses at this moment, but it didn't matter. He was having fun simply tesing this flowery female. With his clear senses, however, Haunter was able to notice something interesting. He had long been aware that many electric-type pokemon gathering in one place could cause electrical surges, but had never actually experienced such an event firsthand. Now, as the collective arousal of the Pikachu filling the room built toward a crescendo, he began to notice that the room was building up with a different kind of energy. Electrical energy, he realized. The sex-crazed Pikachu were emitting a steady flow of electrical energy from their bodies mid-coitus. As their passion grew, so too did the energy surge. The energy crackled visibly in some places as electrical sparks. Many of these sparks flowed over the egg at the center of the chamber.

It was another minute before Haunter noticed the other connection. As he worked his fingers into Vileplume's depths again, she realeased another wave of Sweet Scent, and with that wave, the Pikachu redoubled their efforts. Haunter realized with a grin that Vileplume's pleasure was linked directly to the pleasure of everyone else in the room. He knew then how he was to complete his job. Haunter shoved a third finger into Vileplume's passageway and started thrusting the digits in and out of her at a rapid pace. Vileplume groaned. More Sweet Scent flowed. Pikachu moaned in bliss.

Finally, the ghost-type sensed a fast-building tension in the plant pokemon. He shifted his hand so that his fingers were penetrating at maximum depth. Vileplume cried out in ecstacy as her orgasm crashed upon her. As this happened, she unleashed a final, heavy wave of powder unto the Pikachu. As the orgasmic Sweet Scent washed over them, the Pikachu found their own climaxes. Moans turned to cries of passion and semen flowed freely into the waiting vaginas, tailholes, and mouths of the females. Rade himself gave a triumphant cry. "Yes...yes... YES!!!" He thrust once more into the female beneath him and released his load. Letta could do nothing but lay still and tremble as her own orgasm flowed through her body, clenching her pussy around the Raichu's large shaft.

As the collective orgasm was carried out, the Pikachu colony and single Raichu let out a wave of renewed electrical energy. This energy was repulsed by the polarized walls and reflected through the room. As wave after wave of electricity washed over the center of the chamber, the egg seemed to draw it in, absorbing the power into its shell. Then, as the last of the final surge was absorbed and most of the pokemon were left to enjoy their shared afterglow, Rade looked up expectantly at the ovoid shape that had absorbed the power of twenty or so Pikachu orgasming in synch.

The egg began to glow with a bright yellow-white light as electrical sparks began to shoot across the floor from where it rested. Rade raised his paws and laughed in triumph as the egg started to rise into the air on its own power, cracks forming in its shell. Then, with a flash and a sound like a crack of thunder, the egg burst, sending sparking, electrified shell fragments scattering throughout the room. From within the shell had burst forth the ultimate instrument of destruction and conquest, the tools that would spread Rade's power across the whole of Pokemon Island.

Zapdos, the Titan of Lightning, was reborn.