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Wally slept, exhausted, snoring in bliss
May could not, sitting fully naked on the edge of the bed, heavy breasts hanging down, seven badges spread through her large thighs. Roxanne, who made her suck Brendan’s cock and laughed at it. Brawly, who died. Wattson, who gave her cigars and taught her the ecstasy of battle. Flannery, whom she killed. Daddy, who died. Tate and Liza, one dead, the other worse. And Winona, who seemed almost too clean, was wrong. He should be ecstatic, right? She had the last match against Juan scheduled for tomorrow morning. That was the whole dream. To travel the region, visit all the big cities, and prove to everyone she could become the best trainer ever. To dad, to mom, to Wally, to Brendan.
She hadn’t called home in months. She just couldn’t hear mommy’s voice. Where was her pride? A tear fell on the Balance Badge. She had bathed, and yet she felt like her soul would forever be stained by blood. The few minutes she managed to sleep since those horrors were plagued by true nightmares: vivid memories of her Salamence – the Salamence who raped her and took her virginity – tearing down Flannery’s flesh. May did not look away as the beast dilacerated the only woman she’d ever loved.
Was love too strong of a world? It felt right. To love and to kill. Murder. Torn those beautiful curves into a burnt pile of meat. And Wally slept. After getting all that he wanted. She resented him. Why didn’t he suffer? Just because he was a boy? She wanted to strangle him to death and bury her hands in even more blood. She rolled the badges in their handkerchief, stuffing them back into her bag, and then walked to the bathroom. It was big, Steven and Juan made sure to find a nice mansion to hide them. May stared at her deep, vacant eyes in the mirror that covered the full wall. Her body was that of a woman, not a kid. Her hips were wide, her breasts almost rivalling her dead mentor. She hated that she was so hot. Wouldn’t life be so much better if she were ugly, plain, ignorable? Those massive breasts only brought her doom from the first time she stepped out of her home.
But her naked body was not the most impressive thing in the mirror; it was the two ghostly eyes floating just behind her. They were there for a while, always in the corner of her vision. She preferred to ignore it, but she knew that she had been being followed for a while now.
– Did I bring you enough fucking death?
The eyes turned into a body behind her, even more disheveled them before. Phoebe had small, beady blue eyes that shone like gemstones in a lustful madness; her blue dress was so tattered that it barely seemed like clothes, with one of her small brown breasts revealed between the rags. Her flesh had even more scars than the last time, new, still recovering. The witch smiled, with pointy teeth that barely seemed human.
– You are so delicious. Already learning, dying, ascending. I thought fate had you doomed to carry Rayquaza, but no. No Gods. You’re bigger than this; you by yourself shall be the herald of the end. Nobody knows it, but they are beginning to smell it. – And Phoebe slammed her hands around May, to the mirror, smiling like a lunatic, bending her neck a bit to the side – Your hands are so sweetly coated red.
May did not wince, her back against the mirror, fully naked. Last time she met Phoebe, she was terrified. Now, after Agatha and Zinnia, she was done with fear.
– I fought something in Lavaridge. I killed Tate, fucked Liza up. And then I was raped. Again. My hands are coated in red, you say. MINE? Blood drips in this whole fucking world.
– Yes. You get it. You’re birthing yourself. You’re getting so tasty, little May.
– What the fuck do you want?
– To behold your last ascension. You’ve been drawn to it. She infected your mind. The Kantonese witch.
– I’ll kill her. I’ll kill every fucking one that tries to hurt me.
– Yes… Oh, yes, May, keep going. That’s what I want to hear. That’s what I want to groom.
– You told me you’re with Hoenn. Is this true?
– The biggest truth there is.
May was exhausted. The world taught her cruel lessons, and her feverish mind wanted more. What good was Wally? He was a dumb kid, she was a grown woman, even though they were the same age. What good were Winona’s dream and Steven’s rule? They changed nothing. They talked and struggled and failed. Everyone failed. Everyone died. May looked down at her hands and saw red, even though she had washed them at least a hundred times. So she used her murder instruments to firmly hold death itself by the waist and pull it to her. She squeezed Phoebe’s sides and brought their mouths together, kissing, biting, drawing blood in the first seconds, her sharp teeth slashing May’s lip. Just like she took Wally’s earlier, May took Phoebe, ripping away what was left of her dress, bringing her tiny, malnourished body to her, tracing every scar on her skin. Bite marks. They kept making out, and Phoebe’s dirty fingers were now against May’s back, digging down, nails that left their mark.
A power play: May flipped their positions, slamming Phoebe against the mirror, cracking it, thousands of naked bodies now reflected on the broken reality. She forced her plump leg between Phoebe’s legs, rubbing against her cunt, making her moan loudly. May spat a mix of saliva and blood on her face and then laughed. Phoebe cackled back.
– Kill – Moaned Phoebe – Like you killed your love. Bring the world an ocean of blood. Oh, yes… Faster… Kill faster. Live faster. Burn like a sun. Make me cum.
Phoebe had dead flowers in her hair. May kept rubbing her leg against her cunt, holding her wrists and pressing her against the broken mirror, not caring about her safety. After all, Phoebe enjoys cutting herself, right? The freak. The monster. Like everyone else. The Sableyes began to arrive, birthing themselves on the corners and the shadows, watching voraciously, drooling, with hundreds of shiny eyes cast on their bodies. Kanto had its audience for its sex games; Hoenn did too. Impish little souls desiring nothing more than madness and death.
– You’re a fucking monster – And May slapped her face, giving her the pain she desired – And you’re so hot. Are you even human?
– Enough… Oh May… If only you knew… Ohhh! – May pulled one of her little nipples, twisting it, pulling harder than she should. Phoebe was shorter than May, thinner, and it felt almost right to bully her like that, to drench her in masochistic pleasure. – YES! IT’S COMING! THE DELUGE! YES! – May spread Phoebe’s legs, fingering her hard, slamming three fingers inside her throbbing cunt, choking her as hard as she was capable, putting all of her fury in sex. May was smiling, as happy as she was when battling, her mind fully surrendering to the adrenaline, drowning every other anxiety.
Phoebe began to cum. Squirting blood, a splurt of red rain pouring down from between her legs. May froze in shock, suddenly stunned. And then a voice:
– May? Is everything alright?
It was all gone. She turned to Wally at the door of the bathroom, wearing those pathetically childlike white underpants. No Phoebe, no Sableyes, no orgasmic blood on her hand. She stared at him and felt nothing. His eyes, even worried, still lingered on her naked body, on her hard nipples, and then on the broken mirror behind her.
– I’m fine. Go to bed, I’m going out for air.
– Juan told us to stay inside…
– Fuck what everyone says. Go to bed, I need space.
And he obeyed, because that was all he knew how to do.
…
On the top floor of Sootopolis’ gym, above all the cold, icy rooms where Juan trained his apprentices and battled his challengers, a collusion talked politics. Juan hosted it. The war had ended with a whimper, Kanto retreated most of its forces, and now they had to draft a plan to keep it that way. Their region was ravaged, full cities destroyed, the others packed full of refugees, the journeys mostly stopped, a surging wave of crimes and protests everywhere. Local dictatorships, local groups fighting against Steven, a hatred against their champion. Obviously, he couldn’t keep ruling; they all knew it. So that was why the new championless Elite Four sat together.
Winona drank wine, exhausted, with barely any pokemon left after fighting battle after battle. Glacia was the only old Elite Four left, and tried to feign importance, but they all knew she was just a formality. And Lisia sulked in a corner, wordlessly, traumatized, holding back her rage. They dared to invite her and put Shelly in the same room, just behind Juan, smiling as the new head of AQUA. The military leadership that a new government would need to put things in order. Hoenn barely had an army left, with wave after wave of deserters, growing by the day.
– I’m fully aware we don’t really trust each other. How could we? – Juan laughed – This is an alliance of convenience. I don’t want our future intertwined in a never-ending war. Even if we let Steven win, what then? A full-blown war against Kanto? We would lose. We barely have people to keep the region. That’s why I wanted you all here. Winona, you’re a hero. Kept Kanto out of Fortree, of Mossdeep, defeated Zinnia. You didn’t actually do the last one, but we can play the angle. You have the iron fist we need for people to trust. And Lisia has the smile. And Glacia has the status. Plus, all women! Ain’t that progressive? A nice way to show how distinct we are from Kanto. I’ve been emailing Lorelei. They are willing to make peace.
– What will it cost us? – Winona didn’t like nor trust Juan. But she had her own plans inside his plans.
– Steven’s head, obviously. The Battle Frontier, but that place was lost a long time ago. Probably some sort of free use sex situation needs to be set up to keep Red happy, but we can easily import Alolan or Paldean slaves. We can keep the locals mostly safe. We would just need a new champion.
– May – Winona immediately spoke up – The optics are good. A survivor. The girl’s been through hell. We can tutor her to beat Steven, girl’s good. She just needs the eight badge.
– That’s no problem at all, I have scheduled to fight her tomorrow. I can throw easily, so I can preserve her team’s strength.
– Good – It was Lisia’s first time speaking – You people are such hypocrites. Hoenn has done more harm to itself than Kanto. You ain’t morally superior. Zinnia was a fucking monster. Your AQUA did some pretty nice war crimes also, even to me – Juan shrugged, Shelly gave an acid smile. It was so funny seeing the girl they kept chained and naked pretending to have power – Steven tries to play the good guy, but he’s just scared. Sexually frustrated. Thinking that his morals will help him rule. Bullshit. We need flexibility. Is May flexible?
– She’s lost – Winona chimed in – She needs healing. Friends. Tutors. She needs us. Smart people, willing to fix this place. I crave the days when our youth could travel through Hoenn without fearing for their lives. If we can bring it back, it's worthy.
– What’s stopping Steven from killing us all? – It was Glacia’s first contribution to the conversation.
– Sure. It’s a danger; we’ve been skittering around this edge forever. But what if he does? Will he rule over an empty land? No. We need not get lost in morals and doomsaying. Kanto is culturally different, sure, they have their deviances, their sexual anomalies. Who doesn’t? But we need a realpolitik lens. We are dealing with rational beings, not cartoonish monsters.
…
May entered Sootopils gym. It was past midnight, the sky was the most beautiful it’s been in months, with bright stars shining over the city’s pristine marble, and the world did not care for human suffering. May called for her, but Phoebe didn’t return, even though she could feel her presence trailing her steps. She saw very few people in the streets, but there was plenty of graffiti, caricatures of Steven drooling stupidly. Flannery used to admire him a lot, May remembered. She was not sure of how much she could trust her old mentor. How much could she trust anyone? Inside the gym, it was cold, the floor built of pure ice. She didn’t know why she was there. An intuition, a calling, a whisper. Maybe it was fate.
Brendan had been following her for some blocks now. He wanted to get in her way, say something. He spent a long time thinking about the perfect phrase to cause the most impact. To meet again with his love, his crush, his biggest dream. Since he first tasted May in Rustboro, he had plenty of pussy, but she never left his imagination. May was the perfect girl next door, the one that was fated for him, but who the world denied him. They should have been the bestest of friends, journey together, fucking in love. Brendan craved her with a lust that drove him mad. It was May’s fault that everything went wrong in his life.
He stepped out of the shadows.
– Hi May. – It was not what he planned to say, but it was what he managed to speak. She turned to him, feet on the ice. She had grown, he realized. Taller, bustier, with something new behind her eyes. She closed her first when looking at him, somehow not surprised. May flashed back to her first humiliation, when Roxanne made her topless in front of the entire school, and when her best friend used her as a toy.
– Brendan. Long time no see. How was your journey?
– Good. And yours?
– Pretty fucking miserable. But I have seven badges. Came to get the eight. It was your dream, right? To challenge gyms. You stopped, didn’t you?
– Yeah. Got distracted. But I’ve gotten stronger.
– Wally’s here. Want me to call him so we can all talk?
– No, fuck Wally. He’s always been our third wheel.
– True – She laughed – But he’s a good kid. He doesn’t deserve to be with us.
– A good kid? He’s a stupid simp. He doesn’t know how the world works. Fuck him.
– Yeah. I did fuck him.
It was told so casually that it caught Brendan by surprise. His blood boiled, anger flaring, astonished. How could May be so calm in front of him? Wasn’t she scared of what he would do? Was she trying to make him angry? No, she was too dumb for that. May had always been dumb, a perfect sheltered cinnamon roll, too stupid to understand the world. She would have made such a nice, loving, submissive wife. And now she was out in the world, lost herself, turned into a whore, as they all did, had sex with that pathetic excuse for a man instead of someone who truly deserved her.
May smiled.
– Want to fight, Brendan?
He didn’t. He was done being the righteous one, the one who did things with honor. Last time he tried to fight Wally, and he learned his lesson, was punched in the face, and thrown down the cliff.
– You are a slut, like all women! Just a bit of attention, and you gave yourself to Wally! WALLY! FUCK YOU! – And she lunged at her, throwing May to the floor, his knees on her, holding her arms against the floor. She struggled, he laughed, Brendan was strong, and had grown muscle on his stay with Aqua. – You think you’re hot shit, right? So many badges, think this makes you something?
She laughed.
– Ain’t this what you used to say to me? Get your badges to prove your worth! Whoever has this many badges can do what he wants to those who have less. Isn’t that your Kantonese philosophy? I have more than you. A lot more. Turn around, Brendan, I want to fist your ass.
May laughed with disgust, filling her mouth with all the nauseating hatred she felt for him. And what made it even sharper was that she remembered so well the time when she used to like Brendan, to run around him all happy, her best friend in the world. Once, she even had a crush on him. All gone. All dead. That May was dead, and so was that Brendan.
He screamed, mad, and slapped her face. May moaned with the taste of blood, familiar. She had bleed to much, and it became familiar.
– You fucking bitch! Don’t try to twist my words!
May spat blood on his face. He couldn’t think straight, on top of the woman he loved, stretched between hatred and hornyness, his cock fully hard, keeping her in place. He did what he always dreamed of and pulled her red shirt, ripping it in the middle, making her massive breasts jump out. He had jerked off so much to the sight of it, to the pics he took, he had them memorized. And yet it was the best sight in the world. He dug his fingers into her breasts, taking May as he always dreamed he would one day do. But she wasn’t moaning his name in lust, nor pleading for him to stop, nor crying in terror. She was mocking him.
– Too late, Brendan. Too fucking late. I’m already spoiled. I can’t be your princess. I’m Wally’s. I’m Flannery’s. I fucked a random girl on the journey. I got raped by a Salamence. I’m so stretched I think I won’t even feel your tiny cock inside of me.
– SHUT THE FUCK UP! – He slapped her again – THIS IS MY MOMENT! MY VICTORY! YOU’RE MINE!
– Oh, I’m yours. That’s nice. You’re so caring.
– SHUT UP! – He couldn’t stand it anymore. That wasn’t May. Where was her gentleness, her love, her naivete? He didn’t dream about the sithering cynicism, about the poison in her words. He wanted back to when the world made sense, when everything was going right for him. She climbed over her, unzipping his pants, putting a finger inside her mouth to pull it open, remembering the happiest day in his life when he fucked May’s throat. He had no better memory, and he yearned to go back. He stuffed his cock inside her, moaning, kneeling on her chest, bending his dick inside of her mouth. – YOU’LL LEARN TO PLEASE ME! YOU’LL LEARN TO LOVE ME!
His dick tasted like empty promises, failed futures, jamais vu. She had tasted it before, and still, it was new. She sucked it willingly for a few seconds, hearing her best friend in the whole world moaning her name, fond, in love in his own twisted way.
May remembered Phoebe’s beautiful feral teeth.
And then she bit it off.
Brendan screamed in the purest surge of pain and agony, falling to the icy floor at her side, both his hands covering the bloody mess of what was left of his dick. May got up, spitting half of his severed cock on the floor at his side, grinning with a feral smile, furious, entranced. She kicked him in the guts, aware of Phoebe’s presence. If the witch wanted death, so did May.
– YOU’RE PATHETIC! – She gave him one kick with every scream – A MONSTER! A FUCKED-UP LITTLE SHIT! YOU DESERVE TO FUCKING DIE! – Kick after kick, harder and harder, punishing him with all the rage she had been building in a manic surrender – MY LIFE IS FUCKING RUINED, AND IT WAS NOT EVEN BY YOU! YOU DON’T FUCKING MATTER! YOU’RE NOT MY RIVAL! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! DIE! DIE SO I CAN GO BACK AND SUCK WALLY OFF WITH THE SAME MOUTH I CHOMPED YOUR LITTLE COCK OUT!
She was truly in a trance, a feral rage, madness, and anger exploding out of her. She laughed when Phoebe laughed, one voice compound of two voices.
– What the fuck…
May turned around and saw Shelly, who had just come down from Juan’s peace talk to see what the fuck was going on. May turned back from Brendan’s moaning, half-dead corpse and stared at her, immediately recognizing her from Dewford. Her sadistic grin was so large that it almost covered her whole face, blood leaking down her chin. The night couldn’t have gotten better. She pulled out a pokeball.
…
Liza woke up in the middle of the night. She sat on the luxurious bed in Juan’s gym, where she had been kept for recovery, unable to speak a single word ever since her mind was severed from her brother. She put her shaking hands on her legs, trembling, convulsing. Something was happening inside of her. Something good, rebuilding, regrowing. Finally, she was alone no more. Her mind had more company than her own mind, a tumor growing inside of her. She smiled
And then she began throwing up, a black ooze shooting out of her mouth, getting solid on the floor, between her feet, growing and growing in a shapeless amorphous shadow. She vomited until she died, guts on the floor, giving passage for Death.
For Agatha.