A Fated Reality-Chapter 7
#8 of A Fated Reality
Told you.
This may be a dissuader chappy for most.
First off, I would like to thank everyone who likes this story. You are awesome!
Next, this chappy contains rather graphic info about our future in this story.
Then, we'll finally get an answer to Son's problem in this chappy!
Finally, we'll meet someone new in the end!
I hope you guys don't judge me about this one. I just needed to explain how relationships would work in this fic!
Enjoy!
Roll The Film!
"You almost got shot?!" my mom said as she watched the news report.
"Yep." I simply replied. We had went to Chris' house earlier. Clara and Lisa were withstandable. Alistair, Clara's Serperior was being a nervous wreck. Every time I said something to him, he would blush. Jackson and his Zoroark officially live with Chris now that he told us that he was homeless at the mo'. Cynthia had to go early and my mom called me to come home really quickles. She did not look pleased.
"You do realize that you had your buddies with you, right?" she questioned as her Chansey looked at her leg again.
"I don't wanna sass but you do realize that he coulda shot one of them?" I shot back.
"They coulda took the bullet anyway!" she rebuttaled, making me irritated.
"Mom, I'm not gonna sacrifice one of my kids to keep me alive! What I did ensure all of our safeties! You do realize that should he had succeeded in getting me, he was gonna come here next?" I countered, handing her the 'hit' list. She sped-read it, soon putting it down and handing it back to me.
"[Sigh] I'm done with you." she said, going upstairs, her Chansey following her for comfort.
"Don't worry kids; she's just very worried about my safety. It's all part of being a parent." I elaborated to the worried faces on Mister's, Son's, and Gustav's faces.
'Grandma is a worry-wart.' Son commented, making me smile at him.
"Yeah, she does worry a lot." I said in response. We watched TV for a good couple more hours before I said, "Anyone tired?"
"Me!" Son said excitedly. Gustav and Mister raised their hands.
"Okay", I started, turning the TV off," Let's turn in..."
Upstairs And At 'Em...
My room was the base camp for my little group. No one wanted to sleep in their Pokeball and Damar was staying out an extra night.
"Okay, who wants his bed?" I asked, Gustav raising his hand-head in response.
"Alright, kids. Bedtime!" I said, getting in bed, Mister already on my back. Son climbed in the bed, silently asking for a hug with his arms held out.
"There you go... No claw-sucking, child..." I said, moving the suspect claw from his snout.
'How else can I go to sleep, Daddy?' Son said, pouting cutely.
"Just think about counting sheep..." I trail off as I hit sleep-mode. The lights go out sometime after, leaving Son the last to go to sleep...
Middle Of The Night...
Mister was losing a battle with his self and his thoughts.
'I have to do it soon...' he said, rubbing his torso on my back as I slept.
'Otherwise it'll...' he trailed off, losing himself in his thoughts, rubbing his crotch area on my back, leaving arousal on it. Son was in my face, staring at it with purple eyes.
'Soon dad...you'll really know why we're all here with you...' he trailed off in a deeper voice than normal.
'But in the meantime...' he trailed off again, grinding against me again...
The Next Morning Without Mourning...
I awoke to the smell of something weird. Mister was moaning like crazy behind me and Son was doing his best not to fall off the bed with his moving. Gustav had his back towards me.
'Uh, Mister?' I called telepathically, hoping he'll hear.
'Master...harder...faster...' he moaned, moving faster.
"Okay that didn't work... Mister, it's time for the wakey-wakey and not the rapey-rapey and moany-moany~!" I called to him. He jolted awake.
'Where...?' he said groggily.
"You got frisky..." I simply said, trying to get Son off of me as he got really rough with his grinding.
"Son, wake u-!" I called, but I looked at his eyes and saw they were wide open.
'Don't worry; I'm almost done...' he trailed off in a creepy voice, making me involuntarily shudder. He sped up again.
"Wait a minute." I said suddenly, thinking about what he just said." What do you mean 'almost'?"
'I'm gonna...' he moaned off as I saw him clench up, making me realize what he was trying to get off.
"Oh HELL NO, Son! Take yo' ass to the bathroom!" I yelled, grabbing Son and dragging him to the bathroom. I let the window up, aiming his member, that was throbbing like an injury to the limb, and watched as he came.
A lot, I might add...
"Okay, mister horny sharkle, you gonna explain why you just tried to cum on me?" I asked as he panted.
'What are you talking about Dad?' he said in his normal voice.
"What do you mean? You were just dry-humping my body like your life depended on it a few moments ago." I snapped, wondering why he all-of-a-sudden didn't know what he did.
'I don't remember that' he said, putting on a thinking pose, claw on his chin.
"How can you forget that fast?" I asked, marveled and peeved at him.
'I don't know, Dad...' he trailed off, starting to sob.
"Shhh... It's okay... You wanna know but can't explain it... I understand..." I said, rubbing his back, all the while he stares at me with purple irises before returning to yellow.
'Thanks Dad.' he said, getting up from the floor.
"Alright, now what's this talk about us, huh?" I ask as we step out the bathroom.
'About what, Daddy?' Gustav asked, holding his arms out for a hug. I obliged.
"I wanna know why you guys are really with me when there are others you could have been with. And why Son is a horny little dragon boy at this age." I said, looking at Mister.
'[Sigh] I knew this was coming...' he trailed off, looking on the bed.
"Yet you knew but didn't come to talk to me about it? I would've understood if you did." I said, looking at Gustav again.
'I thought you would be uncaring or reject me...' Mister said, looking everywhere but me.
"Oh come on, what could be so embarrassing that you couldn't say it to me?" I said, looking at Mister...
In The Basement...
"Lemme get this straight; there are three types of Trainers in this reality. The Battler, the Indifferent, and the Maters. I'm an Indifferent and Chris and Jackson are Maters. Hazel-Gorgeous is an Indifferent as well and Clara is a Battler?" I asked Mister after the long and VERY descriptive explanation to Arceus' 'experiment'.
'Yes, that's the gist of it.' he said simply, twiddling his fingers.
"But", I started, making him look up," I still don't see why I was Destined for a set of pseudo-legends. I am only human."
'Because you carry a heart that makes special connections with said Pseudos.' he said back.
"But why only refer to them as my children? As far as I know, I ain't a philanderer." I remarked critically.
'Because you have what it takes for them to experience a home life instead of a hunted life.' he said, sounding like an inspirational speaker.
"If that's true, then I have yet to meet the Goodra, Salamence, and Dragonite that are supposed to be Destined to me." I said, holding my head in-between my legs.
'Not to mention that you have to keep your own away from evil hands.' Mister added, only making me think that I should move to peaceful-ass Canada with Chris.
"I know that much, or I wouldn't have my Holo-Caster and all these." I said, picking up the Pokeball set I received yesterday.
'So what are you gonna do, Dad?' Son said, hugging Gustav upon request.
"I guess we can either look for the Destined for me, go visit the others and explain this shiz, train for anyone plotting in the cut, or kick back and see who gets too horny." I suggest, much to their embarrassment.
'But Dad/Sajuan!' they said at the same time, but I countered.
"Hey, you can always sit here and I'll leave for the day, forcing you to quench your thirst." I pointed out. Mister had explained about Son's actions this morning. Son was indeed possessed by something...
What I was not expecting was a possession of a Feral Desire.
'Don't leave Daddy! The voice'll get mad at me!' Son yelled, trying to hold me back from fake-leaving.
"Why would the voice get mad?" I asked as he rose from the ground, tail up high and eyes purple.
' 'Cause I wanna stare at you when I get frisky again...' the creepy voice said. I shuddered again.
"Okay, weirdo, why won't you get outta Son?" I asked the voice.
' Because the deal with Him was already struck...' the creepy voice said cryptically, leaving Son in control again.
"I'm really starting to hate that thing..." I commented as I went upstairs.
'You and me both...' Mister said from my back. We were at the front door, me putting on my 'Call Of Duty: GHOSTS' hoody and polo boots...
Chris' House of American Wonder...
"We're what?!" Chris exclaimed as he was told what I was told back at my home.
"You and Jackson are Maters, me and Hazel-Delectable Goody are Indifferents, and Clara's a Battler. Lisa might be a Battler, too." I elaborated like a BOSS.
"But, why do I seem like I just do it for the sex?" he asked, worried about the subject in general.
"Because, Arceus made it so our roles are basically apart of our everyday lives. Yours and Jackson's roles are more obvious considering that your mom knows about you two and she videotaped Jackson and Zoroark go at it that one time." I explained bossly.
"But-[Sigh]" he stopped himself before he got ahead.
'So, what's this I hear about your son bearing a Feral Desire in him?' Aurora said, for once not unhappy to see me.
"He's possessed by a spirit manifested by a type of desire. A Feral Desire's target is found by purple eyes- Son, stop staring at me." I told her as I reprimanded Son for losing himself in his uncontrollable feelings of love.
'Sorry...' he trailed off, eyes returning to yellow.
"Anywhozle, when a Feral Desire's target is acquired, the host will go through what I call a 'Randy Phase'. During this, the host will be subject to black-outs while the Feral Desire makes its motives obvious to their target via host's body." I added.
"And you're a target?" Jackson said, putting in his two cents and getting a dollar.
"Yeah, happened back at the park right before I hugged Son." I told him.
"But, with all this said, who will be the True Destined for you?" Jackson added, putting in a dollar and getting 3 back.
"While I love my kids to death, they already imprinted on Mister, not to mention that he already is a secret-well not-so-secret- admirer of mine. It'll be Mister, but not now. Gotta wait." I said, leaning back in my chair.
"Why not?" Chris asked me.
" 'Cause I'm waiting to wait on my 17th birthday. I'll be of age to tell him then. His words, not mine." I said.
"Seems fair, but how will you cope with Son's behavior 'til then, Seje?" Hazel-Bless Her Soul And Foreva More said, hugging the perv Raph.
"I just gotta get him to the bathroom so he doesn't get his jizz-wazz on the sheets." I said, pointing at Son.
"Okay, so what do we do today?" I asked as we stepped outside.
"What's Cynthia doing?" Hazel-Oh So Luscious said to meez.
"Lemme me call her." I said in reply, getting my Holo-Caster ready. Cynthia picked up almost immediately.
'Hello Sajuan?' she said first.
'Hey, Cynthi-Moni-Gloshi!' I responded, making her laugh on the other line.
'You're still funny, kid. Anyway, what's up?' she asked.
'You doing something right now?' I asked back.
'No, I was actually planning on calling you guys.'
'Well, plan no more. We're gonna come get you so we can go Destined Hunting!'
'Destined Hunting? What's that?'
'Where you find a Pokemon in this reality that was Destined for you to be Partners with.'
'Oh! Sounds like fun. Lemme know when you're coming, 'K?'
' 'K, I guess. See ya laters!'
'Bye.' And with that, the call of the artificial persuasion was done.
"Son, ready to go-?" I asked turning around, only to come face-to-face with Son, who was under control as the eyes were purple again.
'I wanna get frisky~...' he said in the creepy voice, making me back away slowly. He immediately lunged before I could reach the door, pinning me to the wall.
'You won't escape me this time~...' he said, getting grindy on me.
"Mister... a little help?" I said, worried as Son had completely abandoned all inhibitions and grinded on me like he was on his last legs of energy.
' I don't know... you said you were gonna handle it...' he said, smirking evilly.
That Dick!
"I'm pretty sure that the bathroom is upstairs...We're not upstairs!" I explained, Son getting faster and VERY rough. His claws for hands had dug into my waist line. Son grunted.
'Almost there~...' he warned, almost like hoping I couldn't do anything about it as he got closer to the edge of the cliff.
"Oh no, you don't!" I suddenly shout, running up to the bathroom, dragging Son by the neck.
'Is this gonna be every time he thinks about something, Mom?' Gustav asked Mister.
'Yes, since he's been possessed for a while now, his Feral Desire, unlike others, is very pent-up. He'll be doing things like this for now on until we all mate." Mister explained.
'Oh boy...' Gustav trailed off as I yell from the upstairs bathroom...
Mt. Everest...
"Why are we here again?!" I yell over the snowstorm that picked up as we walked. After we left Chris' house, we had went to get Clara and Lisa. Clara came with, but Lisa and Alistair pussied out at the last minute. We had went to Cynthia's place in Central Canada to get her. Afterwards, we decide to fly around to see if one of us could feel some sort of 'pull' from our hearts. We landed at the base of this accursed mountain because Chris found a pull to himself.
"To find whoever I felt here!" Chris yelled back as we trudged on, feeling numb from the wind's hatred of us. The summit was ahead, but Chris' pull was somewhere around a level area of the mountain.
Said area housed Abomasnows and the occasional Glaceon or Froslass. We walked on, toes nearly frozen from use as we walked through knee-high snow. The area came into view as Chris' pull went off again, this time very strong according to him.
The area had a few Abomasnows, a couple a Glaceons and a Froslass. Chris' pull was activating moreover to the right, where the Glaceon couple and Froslass were. As we stepped closer, the couple started to growl at us, while the Froslass looked curiously at Chris. His chest glowed when he was near the Froslass, so he went to her.
"Alright! Finally!" I cried out, surprising the others and putting attention on us as the Abomasnows looked at our group.
"My bad..." I said as the Abomasnows came closer to us, or more specifically-me.
'Get off our land, human!' one of the Abomasnows said, pointing at me.
"I said I was sorry! No need to get your branches in a bunch..." I trailed off as they seemed to have heard me.
'What was that, brat?!' the other one said angrily.
"I said th-!" I cut myself off as Mister's Luxury Ball shook. They seemed to wonder why I stopped.
Emphasis on seemed.
'Purrloin got your tongue, puny human?' the main one said, making his cronies laugh and Mister's ball shake harder and faster. I heard a voice in my head-Mister's.
'Let me out...' he said, hiding his angry tone when he spoke, even though I felt it.
'Alright; just don't kill 'em...' I replied, getting his ball ready.
'Oh look, the human wants to play~. Hah!' the third Abomasnow said, Loling at me.
"No. Just being a spectator." I said in response, Mister materializing in front of me.
'And what is the spo-?' the main Abomasnow was starting, but he cut himself off as he saw Mister's expression.
'Shut...the...fuck...up...' he said, growling with his eyes glowing blue. The Abomasnows looked genuinely scared.
'Maybe we don't want to.' the lead one said as they continued to be present...
For the next two seconds, that is.
The Abomasnows were sent to the edge, where they fell off to their imminent splatter.
"I thought I said, 'Don't kill them'." I said to Mister as the snowstorm died down when the Jerk-asnows left.
'They were insulting you. You can't let them walk over you; not on my watch.' he said vigilante.
"I wasn't; I stole a flamethrower from that lady from McDonalds." I said, pulling out the flamethrower that was behind my back through the entire encounter.
'You were gonna roast them if they tried to get you?' he asked me.
"No, I was gonna roast them IF they tried to step up." I elaborated.
'That's kinda what I said...' he trailed off, looking at me like I was stupid.
"No you didn't." I simply said.
'Yes, I certainly did.'
"No you didn't."
'Yes, I did.'
"No."
'Yes.'
"Noples."
'What?'
"Dick."
'Okay, I'm walking away now...' he quit, leaving me to Son, who burst outta his ball and looked at me with purple eyes.
'Can I have a hug?...' he asked creepily, hands out and tongue licking his lips.
"No!" I said, running away from him as he tried to lung at me to pin me.
"Do you wanna come with me?" Chris asked the Froslass, who would be named if she came along. She looked at the group she was surrounded by, eventually resting her eyes on me and Son as we run around.
'Yes', she said after some thought,' I do.'
"Welcome to the train ride!" Chris exclaimed, pulling out a Pokeball and tapping her with it.
"For now on, your name is Laura!" he said, getting in an Ash pose from the series.
"Hey, what you guys doing up here?" asked a voice. We turned around and saw...
Cliffhanger's a right old bitch, isn't it?
That was the new chappy! Son is possessed by a Feral Desire spirit that wants me as bad as Mister! We finally get an indepth to Arceus' experiment and we climbed Mt. Everest!
We sure have the craziest things going on!
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With all of that mess being said...
Moncheli!