Guzmoon Fanfic AKA I can't think of a title

--- This is my first time actually ever making a fan-fiction, my apologies if its a touch long for your tastes, lewd stuff happens after the first pause (look for the . . .) ---

If there's one thing that never ceased to amaze her, it was that no matter the day or weather, it always rained hard in Po town.
Moon's journey down the beaten path to Team Skull's "headquarters" was only halted by a quick hello to Officer Nanu at his post, she noted that Nanu was a little less depressed than he usually was. After the Ather Incident, Team Skull's leader began to stop operations that involved stealing pokemon, considering their only source of real income was in a near-comatose state, on her way to Kanto with her daughter to try and find a cure for her otherworldly dilemma. The only thing Team Skull were really still "well known" for was that they were all rejects, all Failures of the Island Challenge, and people pitied them more then flat out hating them now. Moon opened the steel doors to the isolated town, giving a quick glance to the new bits and pieces of graffiti before pressing on.

The few grunts that made their way towards Moon backed off almost instantly when other members pointed out how powerful her pokemon
were. One or two called out to her, offering rhymes in hopes she might not have a bone to pick with them. "Y-Yo yo yo! Its the girl
from Kanto!", "Don't get too bony, or she'll kick your ass from here to Poni!". Moon couldn't help but smile more than she normally
would at the grunts lyrics, despite the language. She pushed onward with ease to the largest house, knowing well who she would find
lurking inside.

The entrance was completely empty. The one or two Skull members who normally lurked inside must have taken off when they saw Moon.
Save for the fresh drawings on the walls and floors, the house looked like it had been abandoned long ago, cobwebs and dust collect on almost every surface, and the furniture piled up in the hallway to the kitchen is festering with mold. "The hell you doin' here?" came a deep, yet familiar voice from the second floor of the house. It was Guzma, his gold medallion swaying slowly as he came down the stairs step by step. He stopped for a moment, struck his usual pose, and began uttering his usual line. "The boss who beats you down and beats you down and..." he stopped midway, letting out a quiet but harsh sigh under his breath. Guzma already looked defeated. Depressed even, he looked like Nanu more than Nanu did at this point. "...Ah, to hell with it, lets just get this over with."

The battle didn't take too long. Guzma's Golisopod struggled to fight Moon's Raichu, and the others were easily picked off with
Decidueye's Spirit Shackle, considering how underleveled they were. Guzma called each of his Pokemon back with a distinguishable,
frustrated sigh.

When the fight was over, Guzma handed Moon a ridiculously small amount of cash and retreated slowly to the stairs,
slinking down on the bottom step and holding his head in his hands. Moon watched him, her smile had already faded into a rather curious worry for the man, and approached him slowly. "Guzma?" she uttered nervously. He looked up to Moon in tears, depressingly laughing at himself. It was fitting to him, how he was looking up to this little girl, this kid, who had managed to embarass him, time and time and time and time again. She was half his size, he could easily crush her in his hands like a pest, and deep down he wanted to. He knew well how he wanted to extinguish the life from her, slowly and painfully...

He shook himself back together. He didn't even bother asking himself what the fuck he was thinking, and focused back on Moon, who had been staring deep into him with worry for moments. "W-What do you want, huh?" He sniffled. "Come to laugh at a grown man who keeps losing to a child, huh? Is that it?". Moon was surprised by this, "W-what? No I-" "Oh, so you've come to take the last few shreds of self-respect I have left?" he stood upwards by this point, towering dreadfully over Moon. "You've taken so much from me, all of you have. All I ever wanted was to become a captain, make something of myself." He was psyching himself up, growing angrier and angrier with each passing moment. "You've even taken my gang away from me. Most of em' may still respect me, but when YOU show up..." Moon was beginning to lose her cool, and the idea that she should probably leave sprang to her mind, but He followed her, pushing forward so that she couldn't escape through the doors.

He had her backed up against the wall at this point, how easy it would be to crush the air from her lungs, to get rid of this pain in his ass once and for all. "G-Guzma, p-please..." she cried out. Guzma could easily taste her fear, he was enjoying this so much that he didn't notice how close he had actually gotten to her. He was practically crushing her with his own body, the dark corners of his mind screaming for him to keep going, but... He stopped. He couldn't bring himself to move.

Minutes passed on by, and Guzma's breathing gradually became slow once more. The feeling of Moon's body rubbing against his stomach
reminded him of what it felt like to hold someone he cared about in his arms. He looked down at Moon's face to see she was calming down as well, though he could still feel her heart pounding in her chest. Maybe she was enjoying this too, Guzma thought. His breathing became heavier, and he began focusing on the fabic of Moon's flowery shirt rubbing against his worn and slightly dirty wife beater. Moon herself could feel an unknown heat flow through her, trailing down her back.

"...I..." Guzma began. "...I haven't been this close to someone in a long...Long time..." he could feel something sparking in him. He had sex before, sure, tons of it back in his prime, mostly with the female Grunts who were looking to rise up Team Skull's ranks. But

this? He had that raunchy feeling, but something new was hitting him hard with it. It felt... Honest. Real. "G-Guzma? You okay now?" Asked Moon. She wanted to ask him to move, but considering the situation, it probably wasn't in her best interests to ask yet. Instead, she continued. "Look Guzma, I'm sorry you didn't do well on the challenge, Im sorry you can't be a captain, and Im sorry I-I embarrassed you- I wasn't trying to do it intentionally, I-I..." "Save it, kid. I know you don't care about us, don't lie to yourself." Guzma's voice returned to a degraded, depressed state. Depression came flooding back to him, except now he felt his heart almost smashing into pieces. He looked like he was about to cry again, and Moon couldn't take seeing him like this once more.

"B-But I do! I like you, Guzma! I like all of Team Skull! You guys are always so fearless and cool, even when you get beaten!"

"I like you". It smashed right into his very being, a Yin to his Yang. Ever since Guzma was a child, growing up with his abusive
parents, he learned to be wary of what people might pretend to say to get on your good side. Time and time again, he did things for his family, ranging from simple chores to shady work, all in the hopes of getting a shred of love from either of his parents, even a simple fucking "Good job, Guzma", only to instead get physical abuse, spilled blood, and the usual "You're a fucking mistake, Guzma." Ever since, he was always in a state of paranoia, forever on his toes. Maybe just maybe, a grunt was thinking of stepping up to challenge his rule over Team Skull, or perhaps Kukui would finally step up to him, sick of his shit and thinking of ending him and Team Skull once and for all. Before the Aether Incident, he even considered that maybe the Edgy little tyke Gladion was right, and Lusamine really was just fucking with him... His paranoia only got worse after that.

But Moon? There was something about her. Her smile for instance. She never frowned unless she was in some serious shit. She was always so cheery, even now after three years had passed since she'd done that stupid challenge, and became the Alolan champion. It was easy to tell she came from a good family, with parents who actually cared about her. she hadn't been exposed to all the shit his parents put him through, never had to make due on mere scraps of food just to survive for a week. All of it pointed to a sort of truth, an innocence Guzma hadn't seen in anyone else before, even from his most loyal grunts. Even from Plume, who was living her own life at this point, only dropping by Po Town to say Hi or check in on him. "...S-say it again. Please." Guzma asked, almost begged. At this stage, he was desperate to get any compliment from her, he felt his life might end then and there if he didn't get anything. He needed to be sure, sure she was being honest with him. Finally, Moon replied, "I like you Guzma. I know we have some bad blood, but I-"

Guzma almost launched his head into hers, she was sure he was trying to headbutt her, but when he reached her lips-

She could feel his tongue enter her mouth, and sure enough, that fire she felt before was back in full force. She didn't know what
Guzma was trying to convey here. Did...Did he have feelings for her? She didn't even really know what to do in the heat of the moment, so she tried to mimic Guzma's tongue movements, hoping that this would calm him down. She could taste the cheap alcohol staining his breath, along with a plethora of other, often bizarre tastes. this felt... Odd. It didn't feel bad, it felt great if she was being honest with herself, but there was something that felt missing. She wanted more, more of this experience, but also more of this Guzma. She could see it deep in his eyes, he was passionate about this, but more importantly, he was happy, much happier than he had been but ten minutes ago, when she arrived. She felt good for making him happy. But she wanted to make him feel even better.

Silently, they broke off from their kiss, breathing in the dusty air of the house. Guzma moved back to give Moon a better chance to
breathe properly, and shared an awkward moment of silence. "Guzma..." Moon started, "I didn't know you had these sort of feelings for me. I...I'm new to this stuff, but I'm okay with this, if you are. I want to make you feel better." Guzma had to control himself by this point, not just to calm himself sexually, but emotionally. He felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest, and he didn't dare speak at this point, for fear of turning into a stuttering mess. He knew this "stuff" required solitude, peace and quiet. Guzma nodded slowly at her, moving his hands slowly down her arms until he was holding her hands in his. "Come with me." Was all he managed to get out of himself. She nodded, and followed him upstairs.

. . .

Guzma opened the door to what was once his throne room, if Moon remembered the layout correctly. The "Throne" that was once leaning
against the wall was gone, the chair he used placed nicely by the wall, but what stuck out more was that the room was actually surprisingly cleaner than the rest of the house. dust resided on a lot of the furniture, but no cobwebs were in sight here. The bed, tucked neatly in the corner of the room, was the cleanest thing residing in the room.

It wasn't long before the two were enveloped in each other again. Guzma only barely managed to drop properly onto his old "throne"
chair, holding Moon by her hips. Her legs brushing his, leaning on his body for support. He knew exactly what they were going to do, but he was going to do it right.

He held her dearly in his arms, pushing back a slight to break their kiss and stare deep into her eyes. "T...Take it off." he whispered, the perfect mix between a growl and begging. Moon grew nervous at his request, but complied. Guzma took note, and replied softly "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Something about his voice soothed her.

Moon was shirtless now. She wasn't entirely bare, her white training bra was the only piece of clothing concealing the tiny mounds that only barely resembled breasts. Her blushing grew in severity, and Guzma surprisingly took notice of it, but he wasn't going to stop there. He stood up from the chair, holding her close to him and resuming their kiss, before sliding his hands to her tiny green shorts. Moon gasped in his mouth, but another look into his eyes was all it took for her to relax again.

She was now rid of all her damp clothes, only her plain white bra and panties were all that remained. Guzma could feel himself becoming much more raunchier than before, he was mesmerized by the feeling of Moon's near-naked body rubbing against him. A cold breeze flooded her body, the only true source of heat was Guzma, enticing her to snuggle into his body. He couldn't take it any more, it was about time he got to the main event.

Guzma picked up Moon by her legs, and slowly made his way to the bed. Carefully, he dropped her, his body overshadowing hers quite
easily. His hands drooped cautiously on her thighs, he wasn't aiming to scare Moon, he needed her to feel as comfortable as he did with this. He stared gently into her as his hand disappeared into her panties...

Moon couldn't help but gasp when she felt his finger trace the entrance to her soft, wet sex. Guzma was surprised by how wet she was, even for someone her age. He pressed on-wards, it didn't take much enticing before his finger managed to slide in, only to be halted by the fleshy wall of her Hymen, proving her virginity. Guzma wasn't surprised by this, knowing well that this was her first time, though if he was going to break that barrier, he was going to do it the "correct" way.

It didn't take long until he was almost undressed, all that was in the way was his own "barrier" to his near-bursting member. He was already erect, a good six and a half inches. To him, it was nothing special, but Moon was practically astounded by it. She managed to see a hint of his dick due to the almost literal tent he was pitching. Guzma couldn't help but smirk at her as she stared on-wards. "I can tell you like what you see," Guzma began, "Maybe you should come a little closer, unwrap your present." Moon nodded, sitting on the bed, she leaned inward and wrapped her fingers carefully at the straps of his boxer shorts. She focused on the spots where veins made themselves apparent. More and more of his member uncensored itself as she tugged downward, his cock followed, drooping until only the tip remained. After that point however, it launched outward, a formidable "whap" followed as it hit Guzma's chest, before dropping back down.

Guzma pushed her back down onto the bed slowly. His hands moved in much quicker succession to her panties and bra, pulling downward, undoing the clip, and dropping both on the floor besides the bed. Moon couldn't help but feel a touch embarrassed at this point, but thought it was only fair; they were both completely nude now. She was pulsing with heat, a new wave hitting her when her eyes

unconsciously stooped down to his fierce, gleaming cock, his pre-cum making it shine in the cheap, yellowish light. He couldn't help but rub it against her entrance, sending thin waves of pleasure down her spine, accompanied by her light moans.

Guzma's expression went from that of a playful, sensual smile to something outright serious. "Im gonna put it in..." He started, "Look, I've uhh, never done this with someone who hasn't already lost their V-card... If it hurts, you tell me right away, ya hear?" She nodded, preparing herself cautiously. Moon knew full and well what he was doing, what he wanted to do. She knew, if vaguely, the importance of her virginity, her mother had told her that she should choose to give it to someone who she really loved when she came of age, who she cared for.

To others, Guzma may have not been a great choice, but ever since she first saw him, since their first battle she had always felt
something in the back of her mind. Guzma never seemed to leave her, even when more important things were happening. He was a bad loser, but when he fought with her, he really gave it his all. While others mocked his choice of Pokemon, she could really see a connection between him and his Golisopod, something she hadn't seen with anyone else but her and Decidueye. His dedication to Bug pokemon couldn't even be rivaled by the captains of the trials. Guzma wasn't a bad person, he just needed someone to help him. He needed her, and he needed this.

He managed with ease to open her up with his cock, and pushed gently inward until he was bumping into her hymen. She nodded at him,
signalling to him that it was okay. He pushed harder, focused on her face and her eyes, feeling the barrier grow weaker-

Immense pain filled her groin, her expression turned from something sexual to flat out hurt. Guzma's mind flooded with worry and guilt, "S-shit! You okay I didn't mean to hurt you I-I-" Moon wrapped her arms around him, her pained expression slowly fading until her innocent smile stood supreme once again. "Its okay Guzma, I'm alright, just... Give me a minute." Guzma nodded to her, calming himself down with a sigh. He pulled out, examining his member. Small, faint lines of blood visible, mixed in with her juices. He grabbed some tissues from the bedside table, carefully wiping the stains off both himself and the blood that drooped out of her entrance. In his panic, he wasn't able to really feel her tightness, but he had all the time in the world. Moon smiled warmly at him; pulling him close into another kiss.

They kept like that for a few minutes until the pain passed from Moon entirely. "I think I'm ready now, Guzma." He nodded, and opened the entrance to her wet sex once more. He was a lot slower this time around, and Moon couldn't handle it. When his tip was inside, she wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him in, Guzma wasn't ready for it and ended up tripping, sending every inch pummeling into her.

His grunt was far outmatched by her moaning. She knew that it would feel good, but this was euphoric. She was used to the thin
pleasure from fingers, but this was like a whole new feeling, it excited her and she wanted more. Guzma had no words for how tight she was, it was almost uncomfortable, but her juices made it so slippery. He pushed in what little remained of his dick that hadn't yet been exposed to her heavenly wetness. It was only now that he could feel something kissing the tip of his member, it was her cervix, he thought to himself. He felt pretty proud for the moment, knowing he not only took Moon's virginity, but was also a great fit.

He pulled backwards, watching Moon's face contort and twist with pleasure, before slamming back into her with vicious lust. He repeated this movement, enjoying the immense pleasure from Moon's lower half. God, it really had been a long time since he had sex, maybe this was responsible for bringing him down recently. Moon was losing herself from the ecstatic pleasure, uncontrollably tensing up to resist passing out. She wrapped both her arms and legs around him, giving him easier access to her sex, and turning their position into a mating press.

Time slowed down for the both of them, the only sounds either of them could hear were Moon's near-screams of pleasure, or the wet
smacks from their lower halves. The room became nothing but a blurry mess as they stared into each others eyes. They were both getting close, Guzma had to keep telling himself that it would be a serious dick-move if he came inside her when she didn't want it. But Moon did, she wanted the both of them to reach their climax, she didn't care about the risks, she wanted every part of Guzma.

"Guh-Guzma." Moon uttered. It took every ounce of her strength to bring her voice down. "Pl-ughhh! Please, I want you! Don't hold back, I'm B-ughhh! Begging you!" The grip she created with both her hands and legs tightened up ridiculously, bringing Guzma almost balls deep inside of her. That was all it took to wipe his cautious thoughts away completely and send him into a near feral state, sending himself into an overdrive, practically meshing into her, content on releasing everything he could muster inside of her.

both of them arched as a plethora of powerful shocks flooded them. Guzma released torrent after torrent of his white seed, shooting it straight into her womb. His convulsions were enough to send her over the edge, her body squeezing immensely, practically crushing his cock. All she could do was scream with pleasure, her eyes almost rolled into her head, her tongue flapping against her bottom lip. Without Guzma, she might never get to feel this sensation again, she thought.

They rode out their pleasure-highs, Moon barely clinging to consciousness before finally pulling apart from each other. Guzma's legs felt as though they were about to give in, but he knew he had to clean both himself and Moon up. He took them both to the bathroom (Moon didn't even know there was a private bathroom here, but it dawned on her that the room had changed significantly ever since Guzma cleaned it up). He went to the mirror cabinet placed neatly over the sink, and pulled out a pink and white bottle. He explained to Moon that they were pregnancy pills, preventing pregnancy while also aborting the creation process if it was in its early stages. He gave her one as instructed, then got to cleaning both him and her With the tissues he'd taken from the bedside table.

His eyes gleamed over a box of condoms. He sighed harshly at himself; he had some all along, but in his sex-craved stupor he forgot
about them. He wasn't worried about getting Moon pregnant, he had used the pills on other girls before, but they were seriously expensive to import over, and Alola's sex stores never had them in stock.

Moon made her way to him, hugging him from behind. "Don't beat yourself up, okay?" She whispered to him, sounding sincere and sorry for him. He sighed again, turning to her with a tender, soft expression. "Thanks, M'." She smiled warmly at him. It felt good knowing she cared about him, even for the little things. After they finished up, he re-wore his boxer shorts, Moon doing the same, seeing it as etiquette. The two hopped into the bed, falling asleep in each others arms.

. . .

Guzma was stunned, he looked back up to Moon, outright unsure whether or not this was a joke. After they had awoken and gotten dressed, Moon handed him a serious, serious stash of Poke. There was enough money here to last him two lifetimes over, he could buy whatever he wanted with this. "How'd you even get all this?" he asked. Whatever it was, he could help her, corner the market maybe, help her topple the competition. Moon giggled, her smile getting goofy as he  "Well, when your title as Champion of Alola is challenged every day, you start building quite the pile." "...Why give me any of this?" Guzma replied, he hadn't even dreamed of anyone giving him something like this, even if they were in a relationship. Moon responded by hugging him, looking up at him with a warm smile. "Because I love you, Guzma."

It set his heart thumping in his chest. He couldn't help but hug her tightly and kiss her. Moon noticed that his ego and aggression had stopped, he had become more caring and sweet since yesterday. Perhaps he just needed to see that she cared about him, she wanted to be with him not out of fear, but out of love. As she left the mansion, she noticed that the rain had stopped, and the dark clouds surrounding Po town were gone, at least for today. She promised Guzma that she'd help him train his Pokemon, and maybe this time they could go on a proper date. Normally Guzma would reconsider something like that, but with Moon by his side, he felt confidant, bolder than he had been. Perhaps maybe he could finally get his life back on track with her in his life.