Chapter 4 - Lorelei; Kanto Conquered

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As with most of this story, the events of this chapter are heavily inspired by several works commissioned by DRaB and illustrated by Oo_Sebastian_oO. For this chapter specifically, the depicted characters, battle, and sex scene all take queues from this image. Another scene takes queues from this image, but be warned, you may not want to click on that link...

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"Lucario, use Aura Sphere!" Faust's Lucario nimbly dodged to the side, the incoming Ice Beam just barely striking his leg. The glancing blow did nothing to slow him down, however, and he was already gathering Aura together between his upper paws before he landed on the floor again. The blue sphere shot out towards the enemy Lapras, slamming into the sea creature's hard shell and making it bellow in pain. "Extremespeed!" Lucario followed up on the previous attack without Lapras even being able to go back on the defensive, as the fighting wolf practically teleported in front of his foe and struck it repeatedly across the face, capping everything with a knock-out blow that left the large Water Poké​mon lying unconscious on the arena floor.

Lorelei smiled slightly, and adjusted her glasses as she looked across the ring at her opponent. "You're better than I thought," she admitted, for indeed, she had underestimated her opponent, partially because of his appearance but largely because of how he behaved. She had even found it difficult to believe that he had gathered eight badges at all, and instead chosen to believe he had threatened or snuck his way past the assorted workers who filtered out unqualified challengers. He'd far exceeded her expectations, however, not simply managing to defeat her, but completely outclassing her, using only two Poké​mon to defeat her entire party. Lucario had handled the bulk of the work, but a Weavile had also stepped in to handle her Slowbro and Jynx. Even as the weakest member of the Elite Four, she felt that she had let herself down with how little a fight she had put up. Lorelei shook her head, gathering herself, and gestured to the door behind her. "Go on ahead! You only got a taste of Poké​mon League pow-er!?"

Faust grabbed Lorelei by the arms and threw her down, her head bouncing off of her fallen Lapras' shell as she tripped over it. She regained her senses to find that the challenger was pulling her underwear down her legs, and he was suddenly completely nude. "What're you-!?" she sputtered in shock, as his Lucario reached down from atop Lapras and grabbed her by the arms, restraining them over her head, "When did you-!? Wait, stop! STO-AAAAGH!" Without any warning, foreplay, or hesitation, Faust penetrated her and began bucking away inside her. He'd taken time to enjoy the experience of fucking his previous defeats, but with Lorelei, he was going to sprint to the finish. The promise of his first League championship was so close that for once his primary focus was not on having his way with the woman beneath him - even if her sense of fashion was making him imagine all manner of sexy teacher fantasies. One could ask why he was even bothering to sexually plunder Lorelei given that information, but the question never occurred to Faust's twisted mind.

Not satisfied with how little of her flesh was exposed, Faust reached for Lorelei's blouse and brutally tore at it, ripping its top open and exposing her tits. Even now, Lorelei was so taken off-guard that she had difficulty knowing how to react, but when she felt her hands suddenly come free, she took action, instinctively swinging her arms at him. She beat ineffectively at Faust's chest, not having the presence of mind to contemplate a more effective strategy such as attacking his more vulnerable face. Before such a thought crossed her mind, she happened to look up, and realized why her hands had been freed in the first place - Lucario had released them fore the sole purpose of masturbating over her face. The sight made her yell out and begin struggling more frantically, but no more effectively. Her panic did nothing to help her situation, and moments later, she heard Faust starting to pant, and felt him fuck her with increasing desperation. Knowing what this meant, she made one last-ditch attempt to shove him off of her, but he easily maintained his position with his superior strength. At that moment, Lucario dug his paw into her hair and twisted her head, forcing her face up to his cock as the Poké​mon reached his climax, ejaculating over her face and glasses. Lorelei instinctively winced as the wolf's cum burst onto one of her lenses, and then grimaced as Faust finished of as well, shooting his seed inside her. Not long after, Lorelei was knocked unconscious, and Faust left her there without a second thought, slumped against her Lapras with her clothing half-ruined and dripping with a combination of human and Pok​mon sperm.

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Between Gengar and Skarmory, Faust defeated Bruno easily enough once he had arrived in front of the second member of the Elite Four, and now he stood before the third. The oldest member of the group by a considerable amount, and in fact the oldest trainer he had encountered so far on his journey, the Ghost expert Agatha. "So, you've arrived before me, child," Agatha greeted him with a foreboding grin, "the young punk named Faust. That is indeed who you are, isn't it?"

"So you've heard about me, huh?" Faust's ego swelled to hear this, and he crossed his arms over his chest. It was a nice surprise to hear this, especially when Lorelei had been so dismissive of him at first.

"Indeed I have," Agatha said, and she tossed out a Poké​ball, unleashing a Gengar. "So now, why don't you show me what you're capable of, boy? And I'll show you how a real trainer fights!"

"Just try to impress me!" Faust shot back. "Let's beat the crap out of 'em, Hitmonlee!" His second Fighting Poké​mon took to the battlefield, and raised one of its powerful legs threateningly towards the Gengar.

"Hmph, a Fighting type?" Agatha scoffed. "You won't lay a hand nor foot on my evasive Ghosts with those simple creatures. Gengar, make that Hitmonlee dizzy! Use Double Team!" The purple ghost nodded, and its form stretched out, a pair of illusions springing into being at each of its sides. The ghost snickered at Faust's Hitmonlee, and all three images made mocking gestures at it.

"Real cute," Faust rolled his eyes and made a dismissive hand gesture. "Hitmonlee, use Foresight and then kick the fuck out of the thing." Hitmonlee's eyes immediately flashed, zeroing in on the true Gengar while its doubles faded from sight. "There we go, get rid of the evasion boost, make it vulnerable to your attacks, aaaaand..." Hitmonlee darted forward and threw its leg out, sending a roundhouse kick straight at Gengar. The ghost leaned back to try and dodge the blow, but Hitmonlee's foot managed to just graze its forehead, knocking it off its feet. "Hitmonlee, don't let it recover! Follow up with-! ...With...with uh..." Gengar stayed down after taking Hitmonlee's attack. In fact, it stayed stock still, with both its eyes closed as if it were fast asleep. "...Uhhhh..."

"OH DEAR, I HAVE BEEN DEFEATED!" Agatha suddenly cried out, raising a hand to her forehead melodramatically. "OH WOE IS ME, THE HORRIBLE BEASTLY YOUNG TRAINER HAS DEFEATED ALL OF MY POKÉMON!"

"What!?" Faust said, taken aback. "We only just started! Hitmonlee barely even landed a single strike on Gengar, and what the fuck about all the rest of your-"

"ALL OF MY POKÉMON!"​ Agatha repeated, and she dropped her walking stick to clutch her free hand to her heart. "OH, whatever shall become of poor little me, left completely defensless for this sick young man to do whatEVER his sadistic, sex-crazed mind can think of to me!" She lifted the hand on her forehead slightly, and took a peek at Faust while she grinned suggestively.

"The fuck what I want to do to your ancient ass!?" Faust asked, completely disgusted. His Hitmonlee looked just as disturbed, having backed away in order to stand by him. Both of them caught, very briefly, Agatha's Gengar slightly move behind her, sneaking a glance at them from its position on the ground and then quickly shutting its eyes again when they looked at it. "Hey!" Faust shouted at the 'defeated' Ghost, "I saw that, you little bitch!"

"So then," Agatha said, and she was now smirking openly as both her hands crept up to the top of her dress. Faust instinctively took a step back, absolutely terrifed at what was about to happen, hoping that the woman was somehow joking. "Aren't you going to fuck me now, child?" And then she pulled her clothing open, and the terrible sight of drooping, wrinkled flesh bored its way into Faust's eyes before everything suddenly went white.

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"This is where we commemorate the League Champion for all eternity," said Lance, leading Faust into the final room of Indigo Plateau, "Their courageous Poké​mon are also inducted. Today we witness the rise of a new League Champion - ...hey, are you alright?"

"Huh!?" Faust responded, his head snapping up. "Yeah! Yeah. Fine. Yeah."

Lance looked at Faust strangely for a few moments, but then continued on. "Normally, after conquering the Elite Four, a challenger is allowed to go up against the reigning Champion, or, if they are not available, a past Champion will also do. However, it has been some time since a past Champion has been present at Indigo Plateau." He turned to Faust, and took the six Poké​balls containing his party, before placing them in the Hall of Fame registration machine, which hummed to life. "If you like," he continued, "you could fulfill that position, and remain here if you saw fit."

"Nah," Faust said dismissively with a shrug, "I've got other things to do, and honestly, you're cool and all, but uh. I don't think it'd work out if I stuck around. Besides, if I stay here, ain't no way I'd be able to go after the other Leagues."

Lance glanced back at Faust, his expression clearly conveying his surprise. "The others? How many are you planning on challenging?"

"All of 'em," Faust said, simply.

"Most consider becoming the Champion of just one region to be the pinnacle of accomplishments for a Poké​mon trainer," Lance said, "I suppose completing the League challenge in other regions might make you better known in those places, but you would enjoy greater fame and fortune simply by building upon your presence here."

"Look, this's just something I gotta do, alright!?" Faust snapped, and Lance shrugged his shoulders slightly, backing off. "Besides," he murmured, "if I can beat one...that means I can beat 'em all." A predatory smirk came across his lips, which took Lance slightly aback. Even not knowing what Faust was responsible for already, it was clear that the man had a dark side that he didn't seem to care to hide. Lance's pattern of thought broke when the machine chimed.

"You're registered, now," Lance stated, returning Faust's Poké​balls. "From now on, everyone in Kanto will recognize you as a Champion. Treat the title with responsibility, and you will enjoy its rewards. As for your future ambitions," Lance pointed with his finger off to the west, and Faust briefly glanced in that direction, but returned his gaze to Lance when he realized that Lance was not gesturing to anything inside the room, "the next logical destination for you should be the Johto region. There are two ways of getting there that are considered the most efficient - you can take a cruise on the S.S. Aqua, or you can ride on the Magnet Train. The Aqua only departs from Kanto twice a week, so your best bet is likely the Magnet Train, which regularly departs from Saffron City and arrives almost instantly. However, you'll have to wait some time before the train is up and operating again. From what I understand, they're performing regular maintenance."

"Guess that means I should head for Saffron City and wait for them to finish, then," Faust thought aloud, "Hm. I'll need a place to stay while I'm there..."

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"What do you mean I'm not allowed in!?" Faust demanded, getting up in the security guard's face.

"You've been singled out and barred from entry," the guard answered. He gestured to the wall behind him, where a poster was hung up. There was a photograph of Faust displayed on it, with the words DO NOT PERMIT written underneath.

"This is fucking stupid. Do you have any idea who the fuck I am!?"

"I have no clue, sir. And please try not to use that language here. We get a lot of kids coming in and out of here. Now if you don't leave, I'll be forced remo-"

Ten seconds later, Faust stood in front of the Saffron City Gym with an unconscious guard lying on the ground behind him. He scowled up at the structure, imagining that Sabrina was looking back down at him, even though there were no visible exterior windows in the area he was looking at. "SABRINA, YOU BITCH!" he shouted, making several passersby on the street stop to look at him. "LET ME THE FUCK IN ALREADY! YOU KNOW DAMN WELL I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN GET YOU OFFUCK!" Faust clutched his forehead in pain, cursed aloud several times, and stomped around the area for a few seconds before finally peeling his hands away and looking at the ground. There, fresh from having collided at unprecedented speeds with his skull, lay a single, metal spoon. "...Fine," he grumbled, and adjusted his jacket, "your loss, babe." And so Faust had to look elsewhere for a place to sleep.

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"Ahhhh, yeah," Faust sighed in satisfaction as he settled into his bed. Bustling metropolis that it was, Saffron had no shortage of premium hotels, which had ended up well within his price range due to the winnings he had earned defeating assorted trainers. Faust had wasted no time ordering the premium suite on the top floor of the fanciest-looking place he could find, a ritzy establishment that he would've been thrown on his ass out of a year and a half ago if he'd so much as tried to work as a garbageman there. Instead he'd been welcomed in with open arms, wrapped up in a bathrobe, and treated to the best steak he could remember eating while his clothes were sent to a dry cleaner. He could settle down and spend the rest of his life in the place if he didn't think it would start to get on his nerves. Even now, the the bathrobe he had once thought to be incredibly comfortable was starting feel weird against his skin. For the time being though, this was the life.

Faust was brought out of his reverie by a knock at the door. "Go away!" he shouted, "Come on, it's ten at night, I don't need a goddamn cleaner in here!"

"Hello?" came a muffled voice from behind the door. A girl's voice. "I'm not with the hotel staff!"

Faust sighed, and got up off of the bed. After quickly checking to make sure his bathrobe was tied properly, he lumbered over to the door, and threw it open. "The hell d'you...want?"

There was something very familiar about the girl at the door, even though Faust had never seen her before in his life. In many ways, she looked incredibly similar - not just in her style of dress, but also the way that she carried herself and the bright look on her face - to Serena. "You're the new Champion, right?" she asked, "Faust?"

"...Yeah," Faust said, after a brief pause, "What about it?"

"My name's Leaf!" the girl said to introduce herself, and she reached into the bag slung over her shoulder, taking out a Pokéball. "And I'm here to challenge you to a battle!"