Virtual Realities: Pokemon Diamond/Pearl

Episode: Final Battle

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"This is it! No hold barred."

I nodded, a huge, shit-eating, grin plastered to my face. "Anything goes."

Both Cynthia and I understood that we weren't just talking about the rules of the battle. Although it wasn't widely advertised, there was an impressive "playroom" beneath Victory Road. Trainers who participated in adult rules battles against the final four had access to pretty much any toy they could imagine, and probably a number that they never had.

My path here had been a long one. Over two years traveling. Stuck in the world of a video game. In truth, I wasn't entirely certain we'd get a chance to make it to the playroom. There was the strong possibility that if I "beat the game" I would finally be transported back to my old life. I wasn't sure how I felt about that but I didn't have the luxury to dwell on it now. Cynthia was among the most formidable opponents in Sinnoh and we were about to start the battle for the championship.

"Have you been keeping well? I hope my advice and introductions have been worthwhile. Together, you and your pokemon overcame all the challenges you faced, however difficult. It means that you've triumphed over any personal weaknesses, too. The power you learned...and the confidence...I can feel it emanating from you. But that's enough talk. Let's get on with why we're both here. As Pokemon League Champion, I accept your challenge!"

"Chide, come on out!" "Spiritomb, I choose you!" Without any more preamble, the battle was on. "Hydro Pump!" "Spiritomb, Dark Pulse!"

My giant penguin, Empolion, opened his mouth and an impossible torrent of water began to lash out towards Cynthia's purple and green will-of-the-whisp dark-ghost dual type. Meanwhile, the green and purple ball of fire gathered energy that instantly shot out in every direction in a ring around the pokemon. The dark energy passed right through the physical manifestation of Chide's blast of water and both attacks hit the opposing pokemon virtually simultaneously.

"You're doing great, Chide. Keep it up!" I shouted as my pokemon staggered from the force of the blow. The stream of water had hit Spiritomb but the ball-shaped pokemon rolled out of the line of fire after being blasted only a foot or so back.

"Distance didn't work so well." Cynthia reasoned as she gave her partner instructions. "Let's see if we can sully the air a bit, so we stand a better chance of dodging that Hydro Pump."

It was a sound tactic. Although powerful, Hydro Pump was notorious for its poor accuracy. I wasn't about to trust it more than once if I had any choice whatsoever. Besides, Spiritomb seemed to favor distance attacks, so I figured it would be better to get close in.

"Chide, charge him with Steel Wing!." "Spiritomb, Silver Wind!"

Silver dust began to blast from the dark flames of Spiritomb's body in much the same fashion as water had poured from my Empolion. I flinched in sympathy for my poor Chide. If you've ever been in a sandstorm or hailstorm, you can imagine the damage it does.

Meanwhile, Chide braved the assault with a charge. His right wing glowed briefly before it apparently transmuted into a shining matte steel. He closed his eyes and seemed to hover forward at speed. His body shuddered under the continued particulate impact but he bulled through until his wing smacked the floating ball of fire aside.

"Spiritomb, Psychic!"

Cynthia wasted no time on banter as she quickly issued her next command. Chide was still trying to stop and turn back towards his opponent when the Spiritomb's eyes began to glow blue. The same glow encased Chide in an aura of power and held him fast. I knew that attack well and knew the pressure it put on the target.

Despite the dire circumstances, Chide impressed me through his resistance. Not only did he continue to try to fight against the forces holding him still but little by little, inch by inch, he began to turn.

"Yeah! Go, Chide! You can do it!" I cried out in moral support.

You could see the strain on the faces of both pokemon. While it was a physical challenge against the ghost's mental skills, it was my Empolion's will that tipped the balance. Once he had turned to nearly face his foe, he focused his intent on just his head, aware that it would allow him a couple of moves while reducing the force needed to turn.

"Chide, unleash your Blizzard!"

Every remaining speck of silver that remained floating in the air was instantly pushed aside by the assault of snow and hail that burst out of Chide's open beak. The Spiritomb was blasted backwards. The attack ruined her concentration and Chide was free. With more maneuverability, he was able to turn more fully towards his enemy and keep the freezing blast on his foe.

"That enough, Spiritomb. You did a good job. Rest now." Cynthia didn't even wait for the attack to end before she pulled out a pokeball and called her back. A beam of red light shot out and engulfed the beleaguered pokemon. Chide ceased his attack the moment it was no longer necessary. It hadn't really been a KO, but we both knew the dark-ghost was out of the battle.

"Roserade, your turn!"

Cynthia knew I had blizzard at my disposal, so she must had banked on the fact that it was a slow attack to heat up, and my Empolion wasn't the epitome of speed. All it would take was one good hit and the penguin would fall. Fortunately, I had an attack considerably faster that would work almost as well.

"Chide, Drillpeck!"

Once more, my penguin launched himself straight at his opponent, spinning his whole body so that his beak resembled a drill. Roserade and Cynthia worked as a flawless team to focus the power needed for Energy Ball. Energy coalesced, Goku style, between Roserade's forward thrust blossom hands.

Chide very nearly made it in time to break through. Unfortunately, Cynthia's grass-poison pokemon pointed its twin flowers at my very first pokemon and unleashed a ball of energy that blasted Chaide back into the wall. Like the champion before me, I had my pokeball out and retrieved the Empolion from the field even before we could see his eyes swirling with defeat.

Cynthia and I eyed each other over the field of battle. Both of us had nothing but respect for the other. Well, respect and no small measure of lust. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of what would come after the contest, no matter who won. She returned the smile but wagged a finger at me, chastising me for my temporary lack of focus.

"Poe, you're up!" Cynthia flinched when my next choice coalesced into a Honchkrow. Either one of us could switch out pokemon but both were too stubborn to do it. Besides, there was a strong possibility that the pokemon we tried to pull out would take heavy damage while it gained its bearings.

"Poe, Fly!" "Roserade, quickly, Sludge Bomb before he gains height!"

My Honchkrow proved faster than her Roserade. Within moments he was already much too high to be hit by Cynthia's poison attack. He circled around, building up momentum before he dove. His wings tucked in to his sides and his feet were tucked up, ready to lash out and strike with the combined force of his strength and gravity.

"Roserade, now, use Toxic!"

Cynthia hoped she could get the attack in before my pokemon landed his blow. It didn't work. Poe swooped down with beauty more befitting an eagle or a falcon than a debonair-yet-plump crow. His claws lashed out and struck Roserade right in the chest and tossed her backwards. She landed heavily and rolled over and over on her side. Once she stopped rolling, her eyes were the very distinct spirals I never got used to seeing in person.

Cynthia's shoulders hunched. She was far from defeated but she shared my concern for our pokemon. I hated to see my pokemon fall. Despite the determination to keep fighting, you could see the pain each bit of damage caused. All you can do is trust them to know their own limits.

She switched out the fainted Roserade for Lucario. My eyebrows bunched together in confusion. Since I had one myself, I knew it was a fighting-steel type. While steel could resist Poe's flight attacks, the fighting half was especially vulnerable to them. I figured it would once more come down to speed and pure power.

"Poe, Fly again!" "Lucario, Aura Sphere."

Once more, Poe got the jump on his opponent and launched into the air. Her Lucario crouched down in a classic anime chi-gathering pose and energy began to form between her hands. She tried to release the blast at my Honchkrow before he got out of range but focusing the energy had taken too long.

"Lucario, again!" Without missing a beat, the fox-faced anthro crouched again and began to focus her chi, even as Poe circled to build momentum.

"Poe, quickly! Before he can finish building his energy!"

Dutiful to my commands, the bird dropped out of the sky, straight towards his foe. Cynthia and I watched with bated breath as the collision loomed closer. There was no longer anything we could offer but our moral support. It was a question of which of the two could complete preparations first.

Lucario dipped back before she flung her body forward, right into the face of Poe's outstretched claws. Energy exploded in all directions, blinding us and preventing any surety of the outcome of the clash. Whichever remained standing, he or she wouldn't come out of this unscathed.

I dropped my hand, which instinctively shielded my eyes from the light. My eyes began to focus to discover Poe sprawled on the ground and Lucario swaying perilously. I held my breath and continued to watch. My hand hovered by the pokeball, ready to retrieve Poe, but I refused to yield. Too many times, in anime, an unseen conclusion will prove deceptive. Lucario could be out on her feet and Poe merely stunned before popping up ready for more.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the case. Lucario shook off the effects of the combined strikes and Poe didn't move. I conceded his defeat and swapped him out for Lita, my favorite Teep. It was a bit of a risk, since Lucario's steel type canceled out its fighting weakness against psychics, but my own fighting pokemon would be just as vulnerable against hers.

We both shouted out our commands. Lita's eyes glowed, barely visible beneath her hat-like top. Lucario dropped back into her standard energy focus stance, but this time, instead of a bright ball of energy, it glowed a dark purple and blue; Shadow Ball. My little Raltz lifted Lucario off his feet by sheer strength of mental prowess and began to squeeze with Psychic. Unfortunately, the attack still left her opponent with enough mobility to get off her attack.

The ghostly energy slammed into Lita and both fell heavily to the ground. This battle was rapidly becoming hazardous for everyone involved. Each simultaneous strike left both opponents wounded enough that the next enemy could take them out with a single hit. Lucario's drop from the sky proved too much and she was out, while Lita managed to pull herself up, unsteadily.

"Come on, Togekiss. Prove to be my lucky charm!" The comment was a reference to the flying egg being the good luck pokemon. It didn't really matter, however, as I had a counter to her move.

"Lita, Thunderbolt!"

Cynthia paled but continued on with the move she intended, as any attempt to change her mind would waste precious seconds. "Togekiss, Water Pulse!"

Once more, Lita's eyes glowed beneath her helmet. This time, however, the color was yellow rather than light blue. Arcs of static shot from the glow. It built up in moments until her entire body was surrounded by a field of electricity.

Quick as the buildup was, Togekiss' preparation was quicker. The flying pokemon reared back slightly. When it flung itself forward, water shot outward towards my Raltz. Lightning blasted straight through the center of the water ring. The flier managed to partially dodge the bolt but staggered from the partial hit to her left wing. Meanwhile, Lita tossed and tumbled from the impact of the watery attack.

Lita staggered upright and responded to my encouragement by building up another charge of electricity. We had to get this hit off fast. Lita was barely able to stand so the next attack was sure to incapacitate her.

Lost in my concern for Lita, I missed what move Cynthia had called out to her pokemon. The streamlined flier was already fast in motion. She dove straight at Lita. Something about the way the tips of her wings began to glow yellow suggested that this wasn't a Fly attack. Besides, it had come too quickly for the two-turn maneuver.

In moments, the yellow glow resolved itself into sparks. Lita saw the looming attack and hurriedly launched her next Thunderbolt. The instant before it was to connect, the Togekiss suddenly veered off course. Lita's Thunderbolt flashed harmlessly past while the residual electricity built up on her foe's wings continued on in the direction she'd flown. This time, when Lita fell from the Shockwave, I didn't expect her to get up.

It was time to bring out some of my strongest fighters. I quickly weighed my options and decided on a risky move. "Rayna, your turn!" The red energy from my pokeball resolved itself into the same dark fox-faced form that had just been under Cynthia's control.

The champion looked a bit confused by my tactic and even more so by my confidence. As with my attempt against her Lucario, Flying attacks were perfectly reasonable against Rayna, if not super effective as they would be against other fighting types. Meanwhile, my fighting attacks would be of little use against her flier.

I had confidence in Rayna, however.

"Togekiss, Air Slash!" I could tell Cynthia was trying not to be too arrogant about her chances, but she couldn't help the hint of overconfidence that crept in.

"Rayna, use Rock Climb to climb the brick walls and attack from above!" Cynthia's eyes widened in surprise. Rock Climb was a normal type attack, so would be unhindered by type advantage or disadvantage.

Togekiss waved first one wing, then the other, in the direction of my rapidly moving Lucario. Blades of barely visible air flashed across the distance and began to strike the wall as Rayna jumped surely from one brick to the next. She held on to the slimmest cracks in the wall, undisturbed as mortar and brick exploded around her.

Soon enough, Ranya was above the level of her flying opponent. Another blade of hardened air crashed into the wall where she had been moments before. She pushed off of the wall and into free air; bricks exploding at her feet. Togekiss could not keep up with her speed as she arced high overhead.

Rayna crashed down from above. Her feet led the way, still pumping as they had while she climbed the wall. Togekiss tried one last time to hit her but she was too close, right between her slashing wings, and the attempt sailed harmlessly past. One, two, three kicks slammed the flier out of the sky and across the ground even as the Lucario flipped backward to land in a crouch, prepared for the next strike.

"Rayna, quickly, follow up with Flash Cannon!" I cried out. Hopefully the steel-type attack would connect before Togekiss could recover.

"Togekiss, no! Get up and use Air Slash!"

It was a valiant effort. The large, streamlined, flier managed to pump her wings enough to allow her to hover off the ground. Rayna quickly charged up her attack; a glimmering silver ball held between both hands in front of her. The flier wobbled as she sent a single sweep of air towards my pokemon. The steel attack blasted out, ripped the feeble air attack to shreds as it passed, and slammed into Togekiss with explosive force.

"Togekiss, return." Cynthia mumbled, clearly disheartened by the extent of damage dealt to her companion. "Milotic, you're up."

I waited for her to switch out pokemon and the beautiful serpent to not only coalesce but get settled. I'd met unscrupulous trainers who launched attacks right on the heels of summoning a pokemon. I never had any patience with them and they quickly learned the error of their ways when they tried it on me. Once Cynthia set her focus from her new pokemon to the match, we both called out our next moves.

"Milotic, Aura Sphere!" "Rayna, Close Combat!"

Cynthia's water serpent quickly built up a ball of chi right at her mouth while Rayna used her incredible speed to charge forward. The energy ball flew too quickly for my Lucario to dodge. Rayna took the hit on her shoulder with a wince of pain but refused to let up on her charge. Although badly injured, she slammed into Milotic full force. Her arm caught the flailing body and continued on until they both crashed into the wall. Milotic hit first and took the brunt of the impact.

"Milotic, no!" Cynthia called out when both pokemon collapsed to the ground.

Rayna had seen better days, but she managed to stagger to stand, with on hand on the wall for support. I was tempted to recall her then and there, but I knew my opponent was down to her last pokemon, what it was, and that Rayna had one trick left up her sleeve that might win it outright without the need to bring in my last two.

Sure enough, Cynthia recalled her downed friend and brought out Garchomp. "I can't remember the last time I was put in a corner like this!"

I grinned. "Just wait 'till you see what I can do when I really have you trapped in a corner!"

I could tell from her shocked expression, and the way her hips began to sway slightly, that the innuendo had not been lost on her. Even better, at this point in the match, it acted as a pleasant distraction. She might only have the one pokemon left, to my three, but I knew it was her strongest.

"Rayna, Dragon Pulse!" "Garchomp, Earthquake!"

My Lucario's arms flew wide then came together with a clap. Purple energy built instantly and was released in a ring outward towards his opponent. Meanwhile, her anthropomorphic shark leapt up and slammed his fin-like arms against the ground. Dirt buckled in a wave outward from the impact and began to shake the room.

Rayna's focus shattered as she lost her balance. As weak as she already was, she collapsed from the bumps and bruises caused by the tremendous quake. Her dragon attack flew harmlessly wide, out of control from the moment it left her hands.

"You did good, Rayna. Time to rest." I soothed as I recalled her. "Jive, it's your turn."

I couldn't tell you how I came up with the name, but it seemed to fit my pokemon's loose and ready personality. When the red energy vanished, two Garchomps stared across the arena at one another. It had the potential for an epic conflict and I let Cynthia lead on this one. She was well known for Garchomp as her signature pokemon and it would be better to try to counter her moves than fall into a trap.

"Garchomp, Flamethrower!" "Jive, you too!"

It was a probe, nothing more. When the game first came out, dragon types had been the answer to the four basic elemental types. While not particularly weak or strong against any other type, fire, water, grass and electric attacks do little good against them. To launch two fire attacks was tantamount to measuring each other's proverbial dicks.
Both pokemon reared back and let loose a torrent of fire from their mouths. The temperature ratcheted up in the large space very quickly as both jets collided in the center and fanned outward in comically unrealistic fashion. I threw up an arm as feeble protection against the heat and light.

From what I could tell, the two pokemon were fairly evenly matched. Jive was probably a little bit weaker than his opponent, however that didn't matter when type advantage and syncronicity all aligned. As the flames died down, I knew the next attack would settle these two once and for all.

"Jive/Garchomp, Dragon Rush!" We shouted simultaniously.

As one, the rocket-like protrusions on either side of their heads sprang to life. Energy flared behind them like jets. Each reared back a clawed fin while the jets added speed to the attacks. Seconds ticked by as the two dragons raced towards each other. Claws whipped forward and both pokemon broke from their mad dash to collapse and roll across the floor.

Cynthia and I watched and waited. Both combatants were heavily damaged. It only remained to see if either, or both, could pull themselves back to their feet. I wasn't surprised when the champion's dragon dragged itself heavily to one knee. Cynthia's grin practically split her face when it was clear Jive wasn't as fortunate. I collected him back into his pokeball.

"I won't let this end yet! This match is too fun to let it end this easily! Do you have anything else you can send against me?"

It had been a while since last we had battled each other. She didn't know my roster, but she should have at least been able to count the number I'd used against her and known I had one more in the wings. It had been a hard battle, however, so it was easy to understand how she might have slipped in her counting.

My hand came up; my last pokeball lightly perched atop my fingers. Her smile faltered slightly but refused to vanish. No matter who won, it had been well fought. I gripped the ball more tightly and pointed at the center of the field.

"Hel. It's time to wrap this thing up."

Despite the fact that Vikings were mentioned in the first movie, Norse mythology seemed to be completely nonexistent in this world. Or maybe it was just that I was too far away from Norway (or Minnesota as pointed out in the same movie). That certainly explained why Cynthia didn't react at the mention of my pokemon's name. If she didn't understand before the red energy cleared, she certainly did a moment later. Her jaw dropped open in horror and she visibly paled.

I'd held Hel back because she had numerous weaknesses. Near as I could tell, the grass-ice type Abomasnow had the most type disadvantages in the game. That didn't matter to me. I'd caught her fair and square and helped someone out of a jam doing it. That it also meant I had the single most effective weapon against dragon types in reserve throughout the battle only added to my fortune.

Cynthia shook her head and looked over at her battered Garchomp. Almost any attack would probably do to take him down, but a single ice type move, super effective against both dragons and ground types, would make it a painful certainty. She only had one choice, and it relied on her Garchomp being faster on the attack than Hel.

He wasn't. Hel's Ice Beam shot out with little warning, at my command, while Flamethrower had to build up slightly. By the time Garchomp reared back to spit out the fire, it continued its momentum backwards as Ice Beam tossed the dragon aside like a rag doll.

With a heavy sigh, but a much lighter expression, Cynthia recalled her final pokemon. "Just a few moments ago, you were the most powerful challenger. And just now, you became the most powerful of all the Trainers. You are now our newest Champion!"

Even in defeat, Cynthia remained poised and confident. The twinkle in her eyes said that she appreciated defeat almost as much as she would have victory. Between us, the challenge meant all. It didn't matter if we won or lost, just that we got to push ourselves to the limits and have fun while doing so.

"Before we get to your rewards, there is one last thing we must do." I couldn't help but be excited by the seductive way she said 'rewards' but I remembered from the other games that there was one last step before the credits rolled, so to speak. "As the new champion, you and your companions shall be recorded in the Hall of Fame."

Dutifully, I followed her out the small door at the back of the room. The next room was mostly taken up by a large computer. On the front sat pockmarks designed to hold pokemon in their balls. Cynthia held out a hand towards me and I obediently handed over all six of my companions.

I couldn't help but tense as she put the balls into the machine. If I was going to be sent back, this was likely it. I had defeated the game and the last scene was about to end. As the computer scanned my pokemon into its memory, the screen would fade to black and credits will roll.

I hadn't realized I'd closed my eyes until I felt a light touch on my arm. Nervous of what I would find, and uncertain which fate I wanted, I glanced over. Concern clouded Cynthia's beautiful blond face. She knew nothing of my origin or my worries.

That complete lack of angst finally did it. I spun towards her and stood in one fluid motion. Her eyes sprang wide in surprise. She instinctively recoiled slightly when I lunged and wrapped my arms around her. One hand cupped the back of her head while the other clutched her waist.

All through my travels in Sinnoh, well over two years of my life, I never once kissed anyone. Sure, it sometimes seemed that I'd fucked and sucked my way through half the female population of the fantasy world, but I'd held back that one thing. As unreasonable as it seemed, the lack implied, to my mind if nowhere else, that it was just sex. All animal attraction and physical need and no emotions.

Only two woman had come close to drawing me in. The simple innocence and self-consciousness of Gardinia had pulled all the right strings with my protector nature. The pure surprised joy she elicited during our brief period together was not only its own aphrodisiac but also a good way to bind me to her if we'd stuck together for longer than the single time.

The other was the woman who found me and took me under her wing when I discovered myself inexplicably in a world that shouldn't exist. She explained the rules, showed interest in a guy with a bit of an inferiority complex, and even pointed me in the direction of other women in need. It's implicit that she not only is willing to share but also expected me to wander and experience everything.

When my mouth met with Cynthia's, there was no hesitation in me. The only question was whether she would reciprocate or not. For a moment, I feared I'd overstepped the bounds of our unusual relationship when she hesitated. After her initial surprise at the unexpected escalation, her mouth opened softly and her tongue slipped out to meet mine.

Cynthia's hands came to rest on my hips. Her body pressed against mine with a need that shocked me. All this time, had she thought more of me than the casual fling I had assumed? Her hands glided around my back and wrapped up to my shoulder blades in order to pull me closer. Her soft breasts strained as they pressed against my solid chest.

After very nearly a minute, our heads tore from each other as if brute strength had been required to overcome our desire to remain fused. Somehow, our chests managed to heave in gulps of air despite the desperation with which our bodies remained pressed together. Cynthia's eyes reflected the same surprise and awe of my own over how strongly the other responded.

"You...I never thought...when..."

I tilted my head forward to silence her unformed questions with a much softer kiss than the urgent one that had begun this. Cynthia's gray eyes drifted closed in contentment. Her body melted into my embrace and warmth spread throughout me, filling my muscles with the strength to hold her indefinitely.

I ran my hand through her incredibly thick, long, blond hair, now that the urgency and need to hold her steady had cleared. I caught the black barrette ornament that stuck out and tossed it aside. Once that was clear I was able to comb through from her ear all the way down her back until my arm could no longer reach.

Cynthia's hands clutched at my back, as if in search of hand holds to keep me from escape. There was no need. My own hand remained firmly around her and pressed our hips together. The bulge in my jeans pressed firmly against her soft body and she began to squirm enticingly. The extra friction only spurred me on and soon neither of us could wait.

We refused to break the kiss, even as we both scrambled for each other's clothing. Our bodies pulled apart just enough for desperate hands to sneak between while our lips remained locked. Cynthia's trademark pendant popped off in my haste to undo the single clasp that held her jacket closed. I paused just long enough to let her pull my own trench coat off my arms before I instantly returned the favor.

Shirts were trickier. Hands fumbled with the bottoms and managed to pull them out from our pants. I began to lift hers; impatient to divest her of her clothes but still anxious to run my hands across her smooth skin. My thumbs, gliding up her firm stomach, broke my concentration entirely when they reached the silky mounds of her breasts. I'd forgotten the feel of them, large enough to enjoy but small enough they seemed to fit perfectly within my hands; small enough that she never wore a bra beneath her chemise-style tank top.

The kiss faltered and broke apart when my thumbs found her taut nipples. Her head snapped back and she let out a moan of pure desire. Her hands, already desperate to gain purchase on my shirt, clenched at the sensation. She was frozen with the surprise of the power of her reaction.

I took advantage of the situation and quickly slipped the shirt over her head. I got her to lean forward with another playful taunt of her nipples. Her head snapped forward as her back arched, seeking escape from the sweet sensation. Seconds later she was topless and her shirt hung loose between her hands, still gripping my shirt.

Cynthia let go just long enough for her top to fall free before she rushed to grab my clothes once more. If she was a bit rough taking my shirt off, I didn't mind. I threw my own arms up to help her with the process. She got rid of the shirt as quickly as possible but paused at the sight of my bare torso.

It had been quite a while since we'd last seen each other and the extra travel had hardened my body even since then. Although desperate to move along, impatient for even the intimacy of another kiss, I allowed the pause in the action as her fingers traced my muscles. From the reverent way she memorized my body, it was clear she had thought of me so often that the new reality came as a shock (hopefully a pleasant one).

Gray eyes drifted up to meet mine. There was a vulnerability in them that I never would have expected from the strong, kind, Sinnoh champion. "You've changed."

Although made as a statement, there was an inherent question behind it. If my two-plus years of travel had changed my physique this much, what had the adventures done to me? Once, there had been a spark between us that went beyond our physical compatibility. Although she couldn't come right out and ask, she feared all of my time with adult rules battles had cured me of the sentimentality that would drive me to feel something special for her.

Rather than answer her, and maybe make her self-conscious over the unasked questions, I once more wrapped her in my arms. My eyes drifted closed as I pulled her close and guided her head to my shoulder. I'd never dated a woman this close to my height but it felt right to nuzzle her hair with my cheek. Once more, she held me tight. This time, however, it felt less like fear that I would disappear than gratitude that I was finally there.

Although the emotional moment had slowed our tempo, it did nothing to cool our mutual need. She finally pulled away and stepped out of my embrace entirely. With our hands entwined, she backed up towards an elevator in the wall. The doors opened just before we reached them and shut the moment I passed through. Had I not been distracted by her half-naked beauty, I probably would have expected silly Star Trek sound effects to go with them. The elevator was comfortably appointed with plush cushioned seats but we had eyes only for each other.

The trip down was short. When the doors opened behind me, a gentle push on our conjoined hands was all that was needed to guide me backwards out of the elevator. It didn't take much observation to know we were in the fabled dungeon of the Elite Four. What surprised me was the relatively small amount of space devoted to any kind of fetishes. A good chunk of floor space, in this overly large room, was taken up by much more mundane pursuits; a king-sized bed stacked with pillows and cushions, a massage table, a Jacuzzi, a well appointed kitchen. There was even a corner of the room devoted to a couch and an impressive entertainment center.

Cynthia's eyes darted around the room uncertainly. I as the victor, had the right to choose anything and she was honor bound to follow, especially when we had declared nothing out of bounds. While everything down there showed wear and loving care, there was only one thing that interested me at the moment.

I continued to stare into her eyes, letting myself enjoy her perfect breasts in my peripheral vision, as I led her. Our hands remained entwined and our arms at full extension while I walked backwards. She glanced, once, over my shoulder before her attention returned fully to me. A shy smile crept across her lips, the only sign that she approved of my choice.

The back of my legs bumped against the objective. Her eyes widened and nervous uncertainty returned in full force when she watched me drop to one knee, her hands still held in mine between us. She wasn't ready for some full declaration of love and devotion. That was fine. I wasn't about to go all Brok on her either.

The nerves slowly vanished, but the uncertainty remained, when I released her hands and began to undo her pants. From where I kneeled on the floor, I remained fully beyond her reach, which left her hands fumbling for something to do. Her black dress pants pooled around her ankles, unable to drop away completely due to her heeled boots, to leave her completely bare.

Not even a blond tuft showed above the delicate "v" junction of her legs. She watched me, a little self-consciously, as I studied her every curve. Her unshakable champion persona faltered again but it only made her more perfect in my eyes. The last time, I hadn't gotten this chance. I wanted to drink it all in and memorize her every curve.

Finally, I stood up. I guided her, with my hands on her hips, to turn around and sit on the edge of the bed. I dropped to my knees again and worked off each boot in turn. While I slipped the discarded pants off of her feet, I noticed her thighs were tight with tension. From what I knew of her personality, she wasn't the type of person to take advantage of her skill and the power of her pokemon to ask the vanquished to go down on her. Maybe, like me, it was something more intimate and beyond her ability to ask for it. She was uncertain how to act in unfamiliar territory, with me so close to her lust.

My eyes twinkled when I glanced up at her. Her body tensed a little more at the sight of my playful grin. My first kiss landed on the inside of her ankle. Every two inches higher, I placed another. She dutifully opened her legs with only the slightest instruction from my fingers but I could tell the effort it cost her. Tremors reverberated through her and her breath had shortened.

Her hands remained folded on her lap. I was two kisses away from my goal when I reached up and lightly pulled her hands apart and placed them on the sheets by her sides. Her fingers curled in the sheets but she accepted the change.

One last glance up showed Cynthia bit her lip as she watched me. There was a desperate hope in her eyes that would have solidified my resolve if I hadn't already planned to go forward. No one, man or woman, should be that desperate for something so simple, just because they couldn't bring themselves to ask for what they truly wanted.

My arms slid beneath her thighs and wrapped around her hips. Cynthia nearly fell backward but caught herself with braced arms. The combination of my hands and her new position opened her up wide to me. One kiss landed on the tender junction of leg and hip and one last crossed to repeat the same on the other side. Her whole body shook in anticipation.

Even before I moved in, I could see the proof of her need. Her petite pink folds glistened with desire. Her bud was flush and stood out, slightly, from its protective hood. I couldn't resist. I leaned forward and gently kissed that dark nub. A delicate mewl escaped from her in appreciation.

Conscious of her apparent lack of experience, there was so much that I immediately set aside for later. So was close enough that I wouldn't need a barrage of tricks. I would save them until she could learn to appreciate the extra effort.

My tongue crept out and slowly glided between her folds. Her body parted before me until I reached her sensitive pearl. Her arms shook and her head dropped back. She began to whimper even before I slowly pressed against her need. She gasped. "Oh God!"

"Please." Cynthia whispered when I placed another light kiss on her bud. I obliged.

My tongue began to lap up the sweet desire that seeped from her in time with my ministrations. I pressed with each flick. Every third pass the pressure, instead, swirled around the base, shifting back the protective hood and opening her even more.

The tremors in her arms grew so great she collapsed backwards, though her hands remained tangled in the sheets. Her hips fought my hands in a confused attempt to either seek more of, or escape from, the torment. My grip defeated every attempt, even when her whole body began to rock with the attempts.

Short staccato breaths were her only response to my attentions. Cynthia couldn't even gather enough air to moan or plead any more. I knew by the rapid twitches of her muscles that she grew close. I cinched my arms tighter and pressed my face against her. My upper lip pushed her folds back to offer more access to her throbbing clit while my chin pressed against the sensitive muscles of her hot depths.

It was too much for her to bear. Cynthia screamed out. Her whole body arched, as if struck by lightning. A moment later her feet wrapped around my head in a strangle hold while the rest of her body writhed up and down, side to side, in time with her screams. In direct contradiction, her hips constantly tried to pull away while her legs pushed me harder.

Fresh desire surged into me. Every second of her euphoric screams were an aphrodisiac. Every time her body bucked sent a fresh pulse of blood straight to my groin. Every time she clutched helplessly at the sheets added to the pressure that built within me.

I let up before she could inure herself to the sensation. Her boneless body continued to twitch as if random shocks sprang from the bed to torment her. I smiled and enjoyed the view as I kicked off my boots and let my pants drop. The aftershocks had only begun to fade when I finally climbed onto the bed completely naked.

I couldn't help the warmth that filled my chest when Cynthia's dazed smile turned towards me. Actually, it was more apt to say her head flopped in my direction. Her eyes looked like they could barely focus but she glanced down at my hand and noticed what I cupped there as I crawled towards her. Weakly, her hand drifted over to cover mine.
"Do you have to?"

My mouth dropped open to immediately insist it was necessary, but I stopped and truly considered my answer. In all my time in Sinnoh, I'd only failed to use a condom once. That time was only because I'd let my guard down around a sweet, innocent, young woman who held me inside her; when I tried to pull out because I hadn't been able to find prophylactics yet.

Ever since, I'd been diligent about their use. Even the whole week I was tied down by Officer Jenny. (Well, when she wasn't painting her own body with my cum.) Even with Cynthia.

The thing was, I'd never even heard mention of a STD in all that time. I'd come to realize that the whole reason it was so hard to get my hands on condoms was because they weren't as necessary as they were in my world. The only reason anyone ever used them was to prevent pregnancy, and every woman in this unrealistic world seemed to know her fertility cycle down to the minute.

I just used them out of a combination of habit and ingrained fear of unwanted pregnancy. Because it was Cynthia, and she had specifically asked, he trusted that she wasn't out to get pregnant. I had to admit I was nervous, but I dropped the still-wrapped condom over the edge of the bed and was rewarded by a smile that would melt the snow and turn a flower towards her at the height of the day.

During the moments of reflection, Cynthia's hand had gained enough energy that she managed to drag it over to the hard length that pointed harshly between my legs. My eyes closed with a pleasant sigh at the feather-light brush of her skin. The caress had nothing to do with arousing me or getting me off. She simply wanted to experience the feel of me before we joined.

I crawled over and straddled Cynthia's waist. She managed to loop her arms around my neck and lift herself just enough that I was able to reposition her more towards the center of the bed. Her legs no longer dangled off the edge and she spread them invitingly beneath me. I obliged and crawled back until my knees pressed against her inner thighs. Her hands lazily trailed from my neck to tangle in my hair.

We were both ready; me straining against the bounds of my flesh and her practically weeping to ease my way in. Even still, we both fell into the moment and paused to drink in the sight of the other. Soft warmth radiated from my chest to mingle delightfully with the burning need in my core.

My tip brushed against her hot folds and we both shuddered. Cynthia's eyes drifted closed. Her hands clenched in my hair and her legs wrapped around my hips demandingly. I wanted to resist and take it slowly, not because I feared her unready for my size but because I wanted the experience to last forever but knew it I couldn't hold out.

I managed an inch, maybe two, at the leisurely pace I had intended, before my body betrayed me. The slightest weakness was al she needed. Her legs pressed in and my hips obliged to crash forward. We cried out in unison that the wait was over at last.

It amazed me how tightly she clung to me. Even with the abundant moisture, I could feel every bit of her depths. Our impassioned groans attested to the fact that we both appreciated the effort it took to push myself deeper. Her legs hugged me and urged me farther and harder each time I pulled back even slightly.

I wanted her. She was beauty and passion and strength incarnate. Just being in her presence turned me on. There aren't words for how desperate the pressure within me became when I was in contact with so much of her flawless skin. There was no way I could last, surrounded by her burning flesh.

I'd like to say I made sure to hold out until I was at least certain she would finish, but I had no such control. It was a happy coincidence, or maybe just proof of how well we worked together, that she cried out her release at the same moment bliss exploded throughout my body.

I rode her and she rocked beneath me. The world shook with the force of an earthquake. The heavens opened and lifted us among the clouds. Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyelids. All I could feel of my body was a constant flow of energy out through my groin and back in through the hands that had pulled my tight against her chest, between those perfect breasts.

Our merged body writhed in perfect synchronicity. Every time I thrust, she opened to invite me deeper and pushed with her feet to ensure it. Every time she began to tighten as another surge bled from her, my hips pulled back allowing my thick shaft to massage her back to fresh heights.

We continued on and spurred each other to a new climax when we began to fade. It was only when the strength of our bodies gave out that we fell back into ourselves. The world seemed dimmer without her soul entwined with mine but I couldn't help the glazed glow of joy that radiated from me. From the way she remained languidly draped around me, I suspected she felt the same way (only with dead weight atop her rather than beneath).

"It's good to be the champion." I rolled off of her and murmured, though our limbs remained thoroughly and delightfully entangled. The cooling beat of her heart thumped hot against my cheek.

I don't know how she managed to find the strength to shift enough to kiss the top of my head. It was a gentle and endearing gesture which lightened my heart. It proved there was more between us than just twin passions for pokemon and sex.

"It has its perks." She murmured in agreement. "Though I doubt you'll be around long enough to experience them all."

There was surprisingly little sorrow in what could have been a recrimination. I managed to lift my head enough to glance up at her expression. She seemed almost wistful as her hand began to stroke through my hair. She sensed my confusion and concern and looked down.

"I have a feeling you'll be moving on before too long. There's a whole wide world out there and you seem to be one attracted to adventure." I was about to deny I could ever leave her when she smiled and continued. "Oh, but I never said I'm not interested in wandering too. Remember, I'm no longer champion. You've freed me to seek my own passions."

I had to admit, these past two years had reawakened a thirst for adventure that had been pushed aside for the responsibilities of the real world. Besides, it was now clear to me that my journey would go on, just as there was no clear ending to any of the Pokemon games. There were always more pokemon to catch.

Even when you finished everything in a game, cleared the pokedex and finished all the side-quests, a new region would open up with a new world to explore. It was always a new world and I looked forward to it as never before.

I would like to thank all of the fans who took their time to contact me and let me know how much this series is appreciated. Also for your patience as I got them out on a schedule only my muse could possibly comprehend.

For the moment, I have no intention of adding to the world of Adult Rules Pokemon, and certainly the Diamond/Pearl series is at its end, but who knows what will inspire me in the future. As I note at the end, they're always putting out new regions for new pokemon (not to mention spin-off games) so there will be plenty of fodder to inspire me as long as people continue to make the games such big sellers.

Thank you again for reading. If you enjoyed this series, I've published many other stories on Lit you might also enjoy. Also, please don't forget that many others have contributed their own romps through the world of video games (including another Pokemon game) in the rest of the chain series "Virtual Realities".

Copyright, April 2012, Deathlynx