My Naughty Florges: Grafting

When I finally found my way back to the Shabboneau Castle, the teachers and kids were scattered about the property, searching around in bushes and buildings, likely looking for me.  What they did not expect was me coming out in the nude, covering my pelvis with my Nest Ball and vegetation that I took from random plants.  Everyone rushed towards me in panic, likely worried sick about where I disappeared off to yesterday.  One of the kids gave me a towel to spare, which covered me far better than the flora surrounding my groin.  Meanwhile, the teachers overloaded me with questions about my current state, including the inquiry about my missing clothes.  However, these questions fell short to me, as I was thoroughly exhausted physically, mentally, and psychologically.  I collapsed right there on the ground shortly after, and my world went dark once again.

…

I eventually woke up and found myself sitting on a chair in the principal’s office, surrounded by my parents and a few of my teachers all in one mobile table.  It appeared as though they were under a heavy debate, all of which led to one reoccurring word, policy. But of what, a policy about finding students in the nude?  Actually, come to think of it, it looks like someone managed to slip some clothes onto me while I was passed out, as I am now wearing a simple white shirt and a large black pair of boxers.  I should probably thank the person once everything cleared up.

The room became silent as I stretched my arms and yawned out loud, feeling at least a little better after the incident.  As I finish waking myself up, I eventually took note of everyone looking at me with a worried expression written all over their faces.

The principal was the first to break the silence.  He straightened up his suit and said in a cautious tone, “Hello Michael, how are you feeling?”

I let the question sink in to my mind.  How would I feel after being seduced by my own pokemon, running away from her, and then losing my virginity to her with the addition of having sex until I fainted?  I would say that I am thoroughly shocked, violated, traumatized, and extremely exhausted, but for the sake of appearance…

“I…had better days…” I groaned out, still feeling the aftermath of excessive exercise on my legs and pelvis.

“I see.”  The principal placed his elbows on the desk and rested his chin on his hands.  “I understand that you have been found by our students and teachers in … unfortunate circumstances.  Thankfully, one of our teachers were kind enough to spare some of his extra clothes for you.”  His eyes pointed towards the man that taught the class about evolution stones, to which I nod my head to his direction in gratitude.  The teacher then nods his head to the principal’s direction, signaling me to give him my attention once more.

“Tell me, what happened during the day you ran away from the campus?”

I stared out into space upon hearing the question that entered my ear drums, letting the question soak into my brain.  Upon realizing what he has asked me, flashbacks of that unfortunate night spawned into my head and rushed throughout my mind like bursting firecrackers, repeating the betrayal I felt and the guilty pleasure I experienced from it.  I placed my head onto the table and covered it with my hands in shame, trying to hold in my tears in the process.    I REALLY do not want to be reminded of the events that have beholden me from it.  It just makes me feel sick that I wasn’t able to do anything to stop her advances.

…did I even want her to?

After a few more mumbled whispers, the principal cleared his throat and started up again, this time in a softer tone. “Allow me to rephrase the question: What made you run away from the building?”

Hearing this question, I raised my head and looked down to the Nest Ball resting in my lap, holding the pokemon that did this to me. Florges...This would likely be my only chance for someone to hear about what has really happened to me.  However, I already knew that trying to tell the whole truth would fall flat and flop miserably.  I don’t even need to be threatened to know what to do next.

I took a few deep breaths, doing my best to clear my thoughts, and hesitatingly spoke out, “I was…attacked by a wild pokemon.”  Well, at least it was partially true.

I then showed them some of the marks that the ‘wild pokemon’ inflicted on me, including the marks on my arms and the bite marks (where I was whipped) on my face.  A couple of the teachers gazed at them in shock while others looked away, not wanting to see the scratches on me, even if they seem minor now that I think about it.

The principal eventually looked towards me again once I placed my arms back towards me.  It looks like he too is uninterested in getting a close look at them.   “I know it must be quite unfortunate that this has happened to you.  Then, can you at least tell me what kind of pokemon attacked you?”

With that, I closed my eyes and try to imagine up a pokemon that could possibly ambush me.  Of course, visions of her flooded my mind mostly, reminding me of her sultry look, her beautiful figure, her womanly curves and those gorgeous-

I shake my head, dissipating those images out of my mind.  “This isn’t the time for that!” I said to myself and focused deeper, up until I got the image of the pokemon I wanted to describe, something that is pretty common and nearby.

“If I had to describe it…it was a pokemon with a red-like head and a green segmented body.  It also…had a pair of antennae on its head and back, like a bug-type.  I think I recall seeing it in a book, named as-”

“A Venipede!?” The pokedex teacher suddenly intervened, shouting out the name of the pokemon I described.  “Those bug types are very territorial! I’m surprised you managed to get out without being pois-”

“That’s enough, professor!” The other teachers shouted out, interrupting his speech before he could get into the gory details about the bug pokemon I ‘encountered.’

“Indeed.  It would not be a good idea to discuss the details of the assailant in front of the victim and his parents, no?  Wouldn’t want to traumatize him any further than he already is,” The principal said.

'Oh, it’s far too late for that,' I thought to myself.

“So it seems that you were attacked by a Venipede.  Why didn’t you call out your own pokemon for self-defense?”

I took out my Nest Ball and showed it to the other adults in the room.  I subconsciously clench it tightly without any sense of control, causing my arm to vibrate uncomfortably.  Still I must go on, telling them the rest of the ‘truth.’

“It was an ambush…they intercepted my Nest Ball before…before I could call her out.  I had to run, had to get away from them, too many…”

My head met with the table again, landing on it with a loud ‘THUD’ that vibrated the wooden furniture.  I placed my arms out on the table to reinforce the “proof” of the interception.  The teachers argued with one another, one of them almost hissing at the principal for some odd reason.  The only thing I managed to pick up from the debate is that the teachers think the Venipedes are expanding their territory from their usual home of Route 6.  It was not until the conversation stopped when I lifted my head again, with everyone’s eyes focusing on the teacher that specialized in evolution stones.

“So then it is decided.  We’ll go to the owner of Parfum Palace to see if we can persuade him to hire some trainers to scare off the Venipedes back to their route,” he declared.  The principal, my parents, and the other teachers nodded their head in agreement.

The principal then picked up a spare piece of paper and began to write something down on it, announcing, “Then, there is just one last issue to deal with. Michael.”

Upon hearing my name being called out, I raised my head off the table quickly, giving him my full attention.  With that, he took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, almost as if in preparation for a speech towards a huge audience.  He then calmly asked me a question.

“Do you know what a zero-tolerance policy is?”

Already, I do not like where this question is going to take me.  “Isn’t that the rule where some things aren’t allowed to be brought to school at all, no exceptions?  Stuff like weapons, smuggled pokemon parts, things like those?  Basically, no means no?”

“Correct.”  The principal’s voice grew even softer as he started to speak once again.  “However, the policy is not just limited to what not to carry, but can also extend to what not to do during school hours.”

Oh no, please don’t tell me…

“Michael, even though there is proof and justification behind the cause of your action, leaving the building during school hours as a student is part of our zero-tolerance policy.  Regardless of the cause, we must follow the regulations that it dictates, else risk getting in major conflict with the other school systems.”

I failed to notice the softening gaze of the other teachers around the room as I grabbed my head tightly and scratched my hair uncontrollably, with my voice gradually increasing in volume. “Oh no oh no oh no oh no OH NO O-”

“While not as severe as say, importing a slowpoke tail from other regions, the policy declares that you must serve two-weeks of afterschool detention.”

“N-eh!?”  I stopped my frantic panicking and gawked at the principal, using the most dumbfounded face I could muster up.  My parents also seemed baffled by the punishment that I was sentenced to, as both of us were expecting something far worse.  Even the teachers have their brows raised in confusion about the declaration.

The principal, now smirking, continued on.  “It might a bit unusual, but it’s one of the conditions that the previous owner requested to be implemented before we performed the trade of location for our school.  We normally would hold detention during class time so that the children aren’t kept in after class, but the policy specifically demands that the discipline must take place afterschool.  Understand however, should you fail to show up for any of the days, the punishment will be reset and you will have to start over as if it was day one.”

Left speechless by the explanation, all I could do was simply nod my head in acceptance (and shock) to whatever he said.  Honestly, I thought I was about to be evicted from the school, making everything my parents provided for me in vain, as well as completely wasting my time.

“While you were resting earlier, your parents and I also agreed on another term to avoid unnecessary publication of this incident via media.  They will fill you in on the details after you return home.  As such, we would like to ask of you not to spread word of the pokemon that attacked you to any of the other students, else risking unnecessary panic among the children.  Understand?”

So…they want to keep this cause of the issue a secret?  Fine by me; I’d rather not deal with even more unwanted attention from the other students than I already have with the teachers.

“Y…yes.  I will keep it between all of us.” I said quietly, with the aftershock of the declaration finally passing my system.

“Good.  Then there is nothing more to discuss.  This meeting is over.”

Mom walked towards me and gave me a hug for reassurance; she also kept whispering into my ear, “My poor baby…” until Dad approached us and calmed her down.  He placed a hand onto my right shoulder, giving me a thumbs up.

“Don’t worry!” he said. “I’m sure the folks here can scare off those bugs that attacked you!”

Somehow in spite of all of this he still manages to keep up a positive attitude.  I sighed, slightly amused by his words.  “Hehe yeah, sure...”

With the meeting over, my parents and I left the building and walked outside.  The sun, nearing the end of the horizon, showed off its last beam of light into the air, giving us enough brightness to locate the path back to the city.  We began our short trek there for a cab ride home.

“LIAR.”

Immediately I halted, gasping out loud in the progress, completely startled by the sudden (but truthful) accusation against me.  I looked around to locate the source of the sound, but I did not see anyone else following us.  Even then, I felt more surprised than I usually am, primarily because that voice…sounded familiar…

My parents took note of my surprise and inquired, “Hm? Did you see something Michael? Another Venipede, perhaps?”

Unable to find the accuser, I shake my head and replied back. “No, it’s nothing.  I might just be a little tired from sleeping all d-”

“DECEIVER.”

There it is again!  The sound of a harsh whisper-like voice ricocheted about in my head, reminding me about the lie I told to everyone.  I focused my eyes further away in hope of finding the accuser, only to realize that there is no one else on this route aside from me, my parents, and the field of violet lavenders.

My tongue then picked up a tingling sensation, something similar to that time when I got a mouthful of Florges’s orange flowers.  And then it hit me.

'Wait…are the lavenders…speaking to m-ERGH!'  My trail of thought was interrupted by a foul taste invading my mouth.  Whatever it was made me collapse onto the floor, with my hands covering my mouth in vain to resist gagging it out.  I did a quick spit on the ground to see if anything was in my mouth, but my saliva was completely clear.  However, the foulness continued to spread inside me and it continued down into my throat, irritating it like the effects of eating an overripe, spicy as hell Tamato Berry.

“Michael! Are you alright?”  My mom and dad rushed towards me, holding one of my arms for support.

“Y-yeah…I think we’re being watch though…” I managed to say, even though the horrible taste is becoming more potent.  “We…should probably rush through here before nighttime arrives.”

“Good idea.”  My mom released me from his support, signaling mom to do the same.  “We all just have to run together if we want to make it in time though.  Do you think you can handle it, even after what happened to you tod-”

I was already off to a running start.

Doing my best to ignore the taste in my mouth, I darted through the lavender fields doing my best to avoid obstacles.  I could hear shouting coming from my parents, but their words fell flat to me, as something much closer spoke louder than them.

“TRICKSTER.”

It looked like I am still hearing the plants speak as a possible effect of eating some of my pokemon’s flower.  I recall the first time the warned me, and now this time they’re antagonizing me.  How do these lavenders know about the meeting that took place in the principal’s office?

As I continue to run, they continue to torment me for what I have said back in the building.  “FABRICATOR.  UNTRUTHFUL.  DISGUISE.  TRAITOR.   SPY.” They harshly whispered and repeated these words to me all sharing one meaning in general.

Liar.

Why were these plants rubbing in what I did in my face?  How did they even KNOW I lied? Are they doing this just for their sick kicks!?  It no longer mattered.  It happened.  I wanted to get over it.

But they kept at it, knowingly driving me insane with their words ringing about in my head.

“SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!” I repeatedly shouted out, attempting to drown out their whispered, but they continued on, their voices growing in number and volume the deeper I went into the route.  The torment went on and on, ransacking my state of mind.  Until…

“Stop it stop i-GAH!”
I tripped on one of my stray shoelaces and fell flat onto the brownish pavement of the Luminose Gate, removing the voices in my head and replacing it with the impact of the floor.

“Ooough.”  I groaned out loud, gathering the attention of a nearby attendant.  She walked towards me and asked.

“Sir, are you alright?”

I quickly got up and brushed off the dirt on my clothes.  I nodded my head to her direction, dismissing her in the progress.  It was not long until my parents caught up with me.  They appeared greatly exhausted, likely from trying to catch up with me.

“Hah…hah…phew! Sometimes I forget how fast you can run there, son.” My dad said, clenching his chest and trying to catch a breath.

“Warn us next time *GASP* before you take off like that, alright?” My mom said in conjunction with my dad.  She appeared as though she were ready to collapse from exhaustion, if the wobbling of her legs sent off any signals.

“Oh…right, sorry.”  I replied back, finally relieved that the voices have been silenced for the time being.  “Dad, can you call a cab for home now?”

As I turn my head to his direction, he is already in a heated argument with a cab driver over the expensive tip the trip would cost.  He shouted out, “Working on it!”


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Home. Sweet. Freaking. Home.

The second I took my first step back inside I sighed out loudly in relief and darted towards the shower room, my clothes flying off of me faster than I can run.  As the warm droplets of liquid began pouring onto my head and running their course through my body, I can feel the excess stress in my body separate from me, allowing my muscles to finally let loose and relax.  If needed, I could forget all about the worries in the world, and melt away in the warm embrace of the water vapor.  Still, I ended up recollected the events and decisions of the meeting I was in earlier today.  'Damn, now I have to spend two weeks of my time in after school detention, huh…'  I closed my eyes and tried my best to figure out what to do, now that everyone believes some fib I made up (partially).  Telling the truth is once again, out of the question for obvious reasons.  And even then, I felt as though I would not have the heart to do so, but why?

I was about to remind myself of the voices the lavenders have filled my head with; thankfully the steam from the shower overridden that thought and I turned it off before it I was completely overwhelmed by it.  I opened the door, allowing the excess steam waft outside the room, and giving me the opportunity to come out of my steam-induced relaxation and reorganize myself.  As I dry myself off, one word suddenly came into my mind, something another plant has told me.

“Learn…”  What did it mean by that?  Learn about Florges, or about the voices from the plants?  These questions raided and pounded my head as I finished up with the bathroom.

After a quick change into my pajamas, I decided to call it a night and go to bed.  On my way to my room I saw my parents chatting and laughing with one another and Florges sitting on a chair, sipping a cup of tea and giggling along with them.

.....

I’ve must’ve been simmering in the steam longer than I thought.  No. Nope. Nuh-uh.  Nil.  Null.  There’s no way she could have gotten out of my Nest Ball on her own.  I rubbed my eyes, pleading to whoever is in charge of fate that I was just seeing things.  When I finished, she was still there, her eyes now closed as if she was thinking deeply about something.

If it were possible to become a human icicle, I would be the first one of its kind.  My tracks stopped dead cold, and all I could do was stare at her wide-eyed.  Goosebumps crept up all through my back, sending a familiar tingling sensation of fear directly into my brain.  How did she get out of my Nest Ball?!

'N-no time for questions.  I just have to sneak back into my room and not be seen by anyone.'  I said to myself.  However…

“Gargh!?”

Of course I had to go and stub my toe on the corner of wall, making me cry out like a man wanting to charge towards his untimely death.  I covered my mouth to hide my voice, but it was too late, as she waved her hand to my direction and beckoned me to come over.  Sure enough my parents took note of me too, and called out for me.

“Finished washing yourself? Come over here!” My mom said, brimming with energy, somehow feeling much better from running after me.

With my cover completely blown, all I could do was comply and took a seat towards my parents, doing my best to put at least a little distance between me and Florges.  However, it was not long before she decided to float behind me.  Before I could react and nudge myself away from her, she clasped her hands onto my shoulders and began rubbing them.

All that relaxation I did in the shower immediately vaporized as I uncontrollably spook out from her touch, making my back shoot straight up.  Not wanting to look directly at her face, I tried to ignore her tender, soft, almost adorable hands on me and try to start up a conversation.

“H-hey guys,” I stuttered out.  “Uh, I was w-wooooah-dering,” oh god she just applied pressure to just the right spot, making me lose what little control I had of my voice.  “Hooooooow did F-florges get outside of her n-yeeeeeeest ball?”

“Oh right, about that.” Dad stated.  “While you were bathing, I fished around your jeans for your pokeball and called her out for you.” He finished with an unusual, unreadable expression.

“So you rummaged through my pants to get to my Nest Ball?  Couldn’t you have just waaaaaa~it for me to get-ET-ET-ET it?”  Ugh, it’s impossible to talk properly with her massaging all of my muscles in my shoulders.  I get up from the chair and stretched out to fix my muscles.  Florges floated back to her original position, wearing a smile on her face in combination with her closed eyes.  Something about that expression is giving me bad vibes, more-so than her sultry look.

“No.  Actually, the reason why we called you over here was to talk about the other half of the deal with the principal.”  My dad said, a smile slowly growing on his face too.  Everyone sure seemed to be in a good mood about the other part of whatever ‘deal’ my parents agreed on.

“Simple, Michael!”  My mom interjected with a cheery, almost child-like voice, a smile slapped onto her face as well.  Immediately my mouth curled into a frown, expecting the worse now that my mom stopped acting her own age, again.  “Starting today, you won’t need to carry this Nest Ball around, as we’ll be keeping it!”

“…what?  You guys are…taking away my pokemon…?”  I asked in complete confusion, not that there was anything wrong with that.  In fact, the farther away I can get from Florges, the better, until I can figure out what went wrong.

“Oh no no no, we would never do that!” My parents said in perfect synch.

“If you remember son,” my dad began to explain, “a Venipede supposedly knocked away your pokeball before you could call out on your pokemon to fight back right?”

Great, this lie again.  Unwilling to explain what really happened, I just nodded my head in agreement.

“And we talked it over with the principal, and he agreed that until the Venipede situation is resolved, your Florges should be with you at all times in case you get ambushed again!  She’ll be your guardian angel from here on! Isn’t that wonderful?  Both of you get even more time to bond with each other!  I haven’t even began to think…”

Mom’s words were drowned out by the echo rattling in my head.  “She’ll be with you at all times…
“All times…All times…”

I swear I can feel part of my face twitching uncontrollably at the realization that she’s going to be with me everywhere I go.  No, I can’t let this happen!  I need to weasel myself out of this somehow!

“B-but if I don’t have my Nest Ball, how will I heal her at the Pokecenter?”  I replied, trying to get out of this mess.

“Michael, have you forgotten that you planted a bunch of Oran, Sitrus, and other berries around the school with Florges?  Just feed her those and she’ll be good as new!”  My mom pointed out.

Crap, plan A failed.  Time to try out Plan B.

“Some classes do not allow pokemon to be out of their pokeballs?  What do I do then?”

Dad waved a finger at me and replied, “Then she’ll just wait for you outside of the rooms you’re using.”

Damn!  I’m running out of options.  I need to try something else.

“What if I need to go to the restroom?” I asked.

“She’ll wait for you outside as well.”

Oh come on!

“But-”

“That’s enough Michael!” My mom interjected, throwing her two cents about my situation.  “I don’t even know why you are objecting to such a nice treatment, especially when you could have gotten a far worse sentence in that meeting.”

Unable to object to this, I just remained silent, looking down on the ground.  She was right; I was practically spared by whatever policy the owner left behind.  Mom got up and walked towards Florges, directing her to me.  As Florges approached me, I realized that her body is actually a few more inches taller than it was before.  Her height could easily reach mine now, even if she wasn't floating.  "How did she get tall that quickly?" I questioned myself.

“Besides, you two could spend some more time together anyway!” She lightheartedly pushed Florges onto me, catching me off guard and made me fall onto the ground in my chair with another loud THUD.  Florges didn’t seem to mind and nuzzled my face with her bouquet on impact, sending shivers down my spine.  Mom made that ‘tch tch sound’ of disappointment and went on with her lecture.  “You see? You don’t spend enough time with your pokemon, and now that attack has you scared spineless!  Having a pokemon around you could easily take off some of that stress from you.”

Almost on cue, Florges looked at me using those teary, puppy eyes one might see in cartoons.  “Can you really say no to a face like that?”  My dad said, teasing me.

Ugh, I’m done.  I give up.  There’s no way I can escape their grasp, especially combined with Florges’s influence.

“…no,” I sighed out, defeated at last.

Her eyes quickly went back to normal and she embraced me once more.  In a flicker of a second, I saw her face revert to that sultry smile, but I reacted too slowly to move out of the way.

“Florgessss,” she whispered into my ear and playfully nibbled it, making me scream out and jump right off the ground and back onto my feet like a Meowstic reacting to its ears being touched.

Sure enough, everyone but me laughed at my misfortune.  My face began burning up in embarrassment once again, as Florges rose off the floor and went towards my dad.

“So it is settled then.  Florges!  I hereby declare you to be Michael’s Guardian Angel until we declare it is safe.  You will be with him at all times hence on.  Do you accept these terms?”  My dad stated out loud.

Florges raised her hand in a “Scout’s honor” pose, swearing on her hand, albeit by only saying her name.  Everyone laughed along with her once again.  Meanwhile, I finally used this opportunity to sneak out of the living room and back to my bedroom, locking the door and turning off the lights.  I plopped myself onto the bed.  Exhausted by the events in the previous room, I closed my eyes, expecting to get back some much needed energy.

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“…Uggggggggggh…”

I can’t fall asleep. I just can’t.  So much has happened these past two days that my mind can’t even calm down to give my body a freaking break.  I can’t even get into my comfortable spot in bed, as every twist and turn just irritated me even more.  I rubbed my forehead in frustration and slowly opened my eyes to accept the incoming insomnia I was going into.

The first thing I see is a full view of Florges’s sultry face and her citrus-scented flowers above me, inches away from mine.

My eyes jolted wide open upon seeing her gaze.  My body followed after, ceasing its unstable antics and freezing in place like a dead man at his funeral.  Her smile only grew wider, knowing that she still has this effect on me.  Her body was also a few inches above mine as well, and he only moved closer.  Slowly but surely, a collision was imminent.  I could feel her breath grasping for my mouth, wanting to sneak inside of me and mix with my own.  The scent she was emitting was just as powerful and tempting as it was when she took my first time.

'How did she managed to get into my room? My bedroom door was securely locked, too!'  I questioned to myself.  I tilted my head towards the bedroom door and looked at the lock, which was covered in some kind of green and orange material.  The horror in my eyes only grew even more as even my irises are shrinking in size.  'She...she broke in!?' I said to myself.

A caress of my cheek brings my attention back to her, whose expression remained the same, but it now looked like she was examining my face, almost as if she was inspecting the treasure a pirate would loot.  She hummed out a very familiar tone while doing so, reminding me of the musician that played that quiet theme in Camphrier Town back when the school moved.  All it did was add more to my worries, as I had no idea what she is planning for me.  I can feel heat rising in my cheeks, embarrassed about the position I am in.

What more...does she want from me?

Part of me wanted to make haste again and get away from her as fast as possible.  However, I knew that she would track me down again if I did that, just like before.   Unable to run and unwilling to fight back, I could only make one other decision.

Using what little control of my body I had left, I forced myself to turn away from her face, hoping to break her spell on me.  She stopped for a moment, giggled quietly, and pushed her face to my cheek, indulging on the heat my blush is emitting.

“Gess~u!”  She whispered into my ear, and gently blew air into it, making me flinch so hard I almost took the mattress off of the bed.  Still refusing to show my face to her, I clench my face tightly, doing my best to anticipate what she is going to do next.

She giggled at my resilience and kissed my cheek.  She then plopped herself onto the other side of the bed, facing my back and making me send shivers down my spine.  She sneaked her arms through mine and embraced my chest, pulling herself towards me before finally deciding to fall asleep.  I can hear and feel her breath on my neck, quietly coming and going as it pleased.  All of this close contact and body heat is making me hot and bothered, literally.

My mind was a complete mess, unable to properly predict what Florges was up to. If only I knew what went wrong...if only I hadn’t lie to the others...no.

If only I hadn’t ran away from her, this could have been avoided.

I make a mental note to myself to stop running away, else the problem will only pursuit and bring me closer to it.  Somehow in that resolution, I managed to finally force myself to fall asleep in her arms.