Razor Shiftry
Cynthia = Porn Star
well, here's my first ever fanfic,and its a little dramatic if a say so myself, being as there will be some violence, sexual themes and some swearing so i put this as PG-13 but if you do feel that you are mature enough to read this, then go ahead.
I would be grateful for any comments and constructive critisms you would like to make about it but please don't complain about the fact that it seems to link to much to the anime/games/manga as this fic is about what the Frontier Brains did before Scott chose them to be in the Frontier.
i would also like to say that this Fic is co-owned with a good friend of mine, Flygonrulz who may post up here a chapter if i am too busy to to type one up.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or Pokémon that are originally from the Nintendo pokemon games and from the pokemon anime and manga
Prologue: The party of hellish passion
Chapter 1: Bad News
Chapter 2: Decisions
Chapter 3: Foreplay
Chapter 4: Lust in the Lavender and ghosts of the past
It was before I was in the famous Battle Frontier when I was only Twenty-one, my twenty-first birthday. Ruined by one man that would haunt me for the rest of my life…
We were walking though he high street in Olivine city, as you do on a Saturday with your best friend, and of course on your birthday.
It was quite the weather for it too; happy sunshine but not too hot, light breezes, and I could see the deep calm blue sea that lay beyond the port as we walked up to a bench on the quay side and sat down heavily on the simple weatherworn wooden bench. I took a deep sigh and surveyed my shopping bags that surrounded me, filled with various clothes and other meaningless items that I will I never really use. They were all presents from Belinda, quite a nice person, chatty, a little girly but rather down to earth, which isn’t really that expected as she did came from an important family and that her dad owned this huge shipping company, hence the overblown shopping trip.
“Do you fancy going clubbing later?”
It wasn’t my idea but Belinda’s. Belinda was the party girl sort but wasn’t, in fact, I was pretty scared to go clubbing again having had not the best experiences before. The tight spaces, the heat, the obscenely loud music. But I gave in for the sake of that friendship even though it wouldn’t last the night.
And so we went, meeting up outside the large metallic building that was the Olivine gym to go together to the club. I can’t remember what it’s called but I didn’t care. I spend the whole time before choosing what to wear and trying to tell myself that I would enjoy a night out for once. In the end I choose to wear a white knee length skirt and a simple aquamarine top that was tight enough to show off my breasts a little. I went inside the club after waiting in the queue for ages in the cool summer night with Belinda and my mind could help but cry out in shame because she was just so much better looking than me, with her medium build and height and long locks of glossy raven coloured hair waving around her near perfect face. But I hid that thought. I was always good at hiding my feelings.
I knew I wasn’t the prettiest girl around, being rather petite and with my hair dyed lilac and cut short to match my unusual lilac-tinted blue eyes, but I still thought I’d make an effort to attract at least someone’s attention. The bouncer looked at me as I walked in, his eyes hiding behind his shades but I knew they looked over at me, examining me. Belinda grabbed my hand suddenly and dragged me inside, the loud noise hitting me worse than a hyper voice attack from an Exploud and deafening my ears; the bass beat vibrating though the floor sending shivers through my body. Belinda continued to drag me further into the crowd of maniacs dancing in front of the stage, seemingly oblivious to the noise. The noise must have been getting to me because I suddenly stopped myself from moving, and doing the same to Belinda.
“Where are we going?” I shouted desperately at Belinda but the music stole away my words. Belinda looked at me quizzically and I, seeing complete defeat, mouthed the words to her in a rather exaggerated fashion.
After a few tries, Belinda finally got the message and instead of doing what I did, she simply pointed in a general vicinity behind her and motioned me to follow her, which I did as I was secretly glad to get away from the dance floor.
It turned out Belinda was heading for the girls bathroom. We stepped inside, Belinda pushing the door roughly but it didn’t make a registered noise to me, as I was temporality deaf. It was quite drab in there, being as it was once covered in sparkling white tiles but time and ill use had worn down the colour to a miserable depressing grey like shade but I was immensely thankful of the walls which dampened the noise of the rave a little.
There were already a couple of women in there, doing as they do, taking a breather, smoking, redoing make-up and re-arranging their clothing in the hope of getting laid, chatting with someone else because they could actually hear each other. There was also a faint lingering smell of booze and I noticed a rather dazed looking blonde in one of the cubicles wrenching onto the toilet. My attention drifted back towards Belinda who had walked over to one of the sinks on the counter and lifted up her hand bag onto it and began searching furiously though it.
I walked over to her and leaned on the counter casually, my back facing the mirror but my piercing lilac eyes glued at her small bag that Belinda was rummaging though. “What are you doing Belinda?” I asked simply and straight to the point.
Just when the words left my mouth, Belinda stopped and pulled out two small square packages and shoved them into my hand along with about £50 of cash. All I could do was let my mouth hang open so Belinda filled in the gap.
“Look, its your birthday, so I’m giving you an extra special treat and I also took the liberty to go get you some condoms just in case ok? Spend the money and enjoy yourself girl! Have fun and go find someone!” it was at this point that Belinda shoved me back out through the bathroom door and back into the roar of music, to which Belinda promptly wandered off into the mass of people and left me by the swinging bathroom door wondering what I do as I was abandoned by my best friend.
Looking around, I felt a drawing urge to drown myself in something, anything to just disappear and I instinctively calmed myself, taking deep breaths of the stale air, but seeing how that didn’t work, I suddenly remembered that Belinda made me £50 pounds richer and seeing as every club, weather licensed or not, sold alcohol it was worth a shot. Hoping the bar was in the direction I was walking in, I melted into the crowd. I could feel my heart beating a little to wildly than I wanted it to and I found myself becoming hot as the steamy atmosphere began to take hold of my body, along with possible bruises from being constantly shoved about.
As luck would have it, I was eventually pushed out of the mass of lunatics on to the bar where I saw the barman skilfully throw one of those mixers into the air and catch it again to which he poured the contents into a glass in front of me.
As I collapsed onto one of the bar stools, the barman began cleaning a glass with dishcloth and he smiled at me. I could feel my cheeks glow red slightly even though he wasn’t that good looking, in fact he looked quite weatherworn and in need of a shave unless he had recently decided to grow a beard and his messy and thick brown hair hung all over the place. I saw his dark eyes glance over to my right and I followed his gaze.
A man has sat down on the bar stool next to me. The bane of my life. He was just a little shorter than me, wearing a pink polo shirt, simple jeans and with short light brown hair, but for some unknown reason he was wearing shades and he turned his head slightly and I could almost feel his eyes on me. Feeling a little disturbed, I asked the barman for a drink of some cocktail called a ‘Frizzer’ hoping a little that the man would go away.
Sadly he did the opposite, moving closer to me and offered to pay for my drink. I said no and was about to hand the barman the money for the drink but the man got there first and paid for it. I murmured a quiet and barely audible thanks to him as I sipped the drink. As sharp flavour of vodka mixed with some other substances hit my tongue and I put down the drink carefully, wincing slightly from the shock but enjoying the interesting mix of the aftertaste. I looked at the man who was silently staring at me.
“What do you want?” I asked impatiently. This man was starting to annoy me.
“Oh nothing…yet. I’m just watching your pretty face that’s all” the man moved closer to me and I felt the hand of his hand glide gently over my cheek. I resisted him and moved back a little and he withdrew his hand and I saw his smile waver. His face must have triggered something because I could feel my face soften. I downed the rest of my cocktail; stood up and paused to get my bearings as the alcohol worked it’s way though my body before walking back into the crowd to dance a little.
I came back to the bar again and ordered another of those ‘Fizzers’. It was...err…my 7th visit now to order that drink. I found I had gained a liking to fruity alcoholic beverage and its strange sweet burning sensation constantly in my mouth and I could feel the heat of the drink warming my body. That man was still sitting at the bar, watching me as I came back to the bar and then off again. As I was taking a breather, he slide up close to me, so close I could smell his aftershave faintly on him and the warmth that radiated from his body.
“Err…what are you doing?” even as I said it, I felt stupid. I knew what he wanted and I was, to be honest, to drunk to care. He simply smiled as if I had told a joke and then leapt onto to me, his lips crashing on to mine.
Natural reactions took control and I leapt backwards from him. My booze inflicted mind trying desperately to think something, but all I could think of was that my heart was beating quickly and I was taking deep and hard breaths as if I had been running for my life. I looked at the man who looked around a little uncertainly, shocked from my reaction and I just stood there dumfounded.
The man plucked up the courage again and leaned forward and whispered in my ear if we should go somewhere a little more private. I instantly blushed bright pink and looked into his shades, wondering for a split second what his intensions were and weather or not I should say yes or no.
You can’t control fate.
I said “all right” and he held me hand and he half dragged half pulled me after him with me taking unsteady and drunken steps, though the boozed up people where we eventually found ourselves in a dimly lit, empty corridor, which I faintly registered in my mind that it lead out to the emergency exit. The man stopped and turned around slowly and pulled me closer to him and we held each other as we made out.
But something happened with him; I felt him became more assertive and he pushed me against the wall, my arms, which were wrapped around him now tried desperately to push him off. A bitter taste entered my mouth as I felt him move one of his hands slide up my leg, his other hand groping my body in a desperate attempt to keep me still as he pinned me with his body to the white plaster that lay behind me.
In a desperate attempt, I gave a final push and he stepped back a little, just enough for me to cry out for help but he leapt back at me and in self-defence; I scratched at his face and in the process, whipping his shades off his face revealing his eyes, light brown with a red tint.
A predators eyes.
I let out a scream, which he covered with his hands, dampening the noise. I heard him whisper things, things that I didn’t register in my terrified brain. I felt him open his zipper in his jeans and his hand go up my skirt. I was paralysed with shock and my eyes opened wider with the horror that was that I felt him within me, penetrating my defences to my core. I could sense his every motion and my mind just collapsed, mental and physical barriers shattering like nothing.
I watched him, my mind turning cold at his actions as he left, picking up his fashionable shades and walk out of the emergency exit, redoing up his zipper. After he left, I fell slowly to the floor, curling up my legs and hugged them and I just stared at the blank wall, my mind being the same, blank, numb, emotionless, devoid of life.
Warm salty tears fell across my cheeks, trying to comfort me from life's cruelty...
I would be grateful for any comments and constructive critisms you would like to make about it but please don't complain about the fact that it seems to link to much to the anime/games/manga as this fic is about what the Frontier Brains did before Scott chose them to be in the Frontier.
i would also like to say that this Fic is co-owned with a good friend of mine, Flygonrulz who may post up here a chapter if i am too busy to to type one up.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or Pokémon that are originally from the Nintendo pokemon games and from the pokemon anime and manga
Prologue: The party of hellish passion
Chapter 1: Bad News
Chapter 2: Decisions
Chapter 3: Foreplay
Chapter 4: Lust in the Lavender and ghosts of the past
Prologue: “The party of hellish passion”
(warning, contains suggestive sexual themes)
~Annabel~
(warning, contains suggestive sexual themes)
~Annabel~
It was before I was in the famous Battle Frontier when I was only Twenty-one, my twenty-first birthday. Ruined by one man that would haunt me for the rest of my life…
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
We were walking though he high street in Olivine city, as you do on a Saturday with your best friend, and of course on your birthday.
It was quite the weather for it too; happy sunshine but not too hot, light breezes, and I could see the deep calm blue sea that lay beyond the port as we walked up to a bench on the quay side and sat down heavily on the simple weatherworn wooden bench. I took a deep sigh and surveyed my shopping bags that surrounded me, filled with various clothes and other meaningless items that I will I never really use. They were all presents from Belinda, quite a nice person, chatty, a little girly but rather down to earth, which isn’t really that expected as she did came from an important family and that her dad owned this huge shipping company, hence the overblown shopping trip.
“Do you fancy going clubbing later?”
It wasn’t my idea but Belinda’s. Belinda was the party girl sort but wasn’t, in fact, I was pretty scared to go clubbing again having had not the best experiences before. The tight spaces, the heat, the obscenely loud music. But I gave in for the sake of that friendship even though it wouldn’t last the night.
And so we went, meeting up outside the large metallic building that was the Olivine gym to go together to the club. I can’t remember what it’s called but I didn’t care. I spend the whole time before choosing what to wear and trying to tell myself that I would enjoy a night out for once. In the end I choose to wear a white knee length skirt and a simple aquamarine top that was tight enough to show off my breasts a little. I went inside the club after waiting in the queue for ages in the cool summer night with Belinda and my mind could help but cry out in shame because she was just so much better looking than me, with her medium build and height and long locks of glossy raven coloured hair waving around her near perfect face. But I hid that thought. I was always good at hiding my feelings.
I knew I wasn’t the prettiest girl around, being rather petite and with my hair dyed lilac and cut short to match my unusual lilac-tinted blue eyes, but I still thought I’d make an effort to attract at least someone’s attention. The bouncer looked at me as I walked in, his eyes hiding behind his shades but I knew they looked over at me, examining me. Belinda grabbed my hand suddenly and dragged me inside, the loud noise hitting me worse than a hyper voice attack from an Exploud and deafening my ears; the bass beat vibrating though the floor sending shivers through my body. Belinda continued to drag me further into the crowd of maniacs dancing in front of the stage, seemingly oblivious to the noise. The noise must have been getting to me because I suddenly stopped myself from moving, and doing the same to Belinda.
“Where are we going?” I shouted desperately at Belinda but the music stole away my words. Belinda looked at me quizzically and I, seeing complete defeat, mouthed the words to her in a rather exaggerated fashion.
After a few tries, Belinda finally got the message and instead of doing what I did, she simply pointed in a general vicinity behind her and motioned me to follow her, which I did as I was secretly glad to get away from the dance floor.
It turned out Belinda was heading for the girls bathroom. We stepped inside, Belinda pushing the door roughly but it didn’t make a registered noise to me, as I was temporality deaf. It was quite drab in there, being as it was once covered in sparkling white tiles but time and ill use had worn down the colour to a miserable depressing grey like shade but I was immensely thankful of the walls which dampened the noise of the rave a little.
There were already a couple of women in there, doing as they do, taking a breather, smoking, redoing make-up and re-arranging their clothing in the hope of getting laid, chatting with someone else because they could actually hear each other. There was also a faint lingering smell of booze and I noticed a rather dazed looking blonde in one of the cubicles wrenching onto the toilet. My attention drifted back towards Belinda who had walked over to one of the sinks on the counter and lifted up her hand bag onto it and began searching furiously though it.
I walked over to her and leaned on the counter casually, my back facing the mirror but my piercing lilac eyes glued at her small bag that Belinda was rummaging though. “What are you doing Belinda?” I asked simply and straight to the point.
Just when the words left my mouth, Belinda stopped and pulled out two small square packages and shoved them into my hand along with about £50 of cash. All I could do was let my mouth hang open so Belinda filled in the gap.
“Look, its your birthday, so I’m giving you an extra special treat and I also took the liberty to go get you some condoms just in case ok? Spend the money and enjoy yourself girl! Have fun and go find someone!” it was at this point that Belinda shoved me back out through the bathroom door and back into the roar of music, to which Belinda promptly wandered off into the mass of people and left me by the swinging bathroom door wondering what I do as I was abandoned by my best friend.
Looking around, I felt a drawing urge to drown myself in something, anything to just disappear and I instinctively calmed myself, taking deep breaths of the stale air, but seeing how that didn’t work, I suddenly remembered that Belinda made me £50 pounds richer and seeing as every club, weather licensed or not, sold alcohol it was worth a shot. Hoping the bar was in the direction I was walking in, I melted into the crowd. I could feel my heart beating a little to wildly than I wanted it to and I found myself becoming hot as the steamy atmosphere began to take hold of my body, along with possible bruises from being constantly shoved about.
As luck would have it, I was eventually pushed out of the mass of lunatics on to the bar where I saw the barman skilfully throw one of those mixers into the air and catch it again to which he poured the contents into a glass in front of me.
As I collapsed onto one of the bar stools, the barman began cleaning a glass with dishcloth and he smiled at me. I could feel my cheeks glow red slightly even though he wasn’t that good looking, in fact he looked quite weatherworn and in need of a shave unless he had recently decided to grow a beard and his messy and thick brown hair hung all over the place. I saw his dark eyes glance over to my right and I followed his gaze.
A man has sat down on the bar stool next to me. The bane of my life. He was just a little shorter than me, wearing a pink polo shirt, simple jeans and with short light brown hair, but for some unknown reason he was wearing shades and he turned his head slightly and I could almost feel his eyes on me. Feeling a little disturbed, I asked the barman for a drink of some cocktail called a ‘Frizzer’ hoping a little that the man would go away.
Sadly he did the opposite, moving closer to me and offered to pay for my drink. I said no and was about to hand the barman the money for the drink but the man got there first and paid for it. I murmured a quiet and barely audible thanks to him as I sipped the drink. As sharp flavour of vodka mixed with some other substances hit my tongue and I put down the drink carefully, wincing slightly from the shock but enjoying the interesting mix of the aftertaste. I looked at the man who was silently staring at me.
“What do you want?” I asked impatiently. This man was starting to annoy me.
“Oh nothing…yet. I’m just watching your pretty face that’s all” the man moved closer to me and I felt the hand of his hand glide gently over my cheek. I resisted him and moved back a little and he withdrew his hand and I saw his smile waver. His face must have triggered something because I could feel my face soften. I downed the rest of my cocktail; stood up and paused to get my bearings as the alcohol worked it’s way though my body before walking back into the crowd to dance a little.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I came back to the bar again and ordered another of those ‘Fizzers’. It was...err…my 7th visit now to order that drink. I found I had gained a liking to fruity alcoholic beverage and its strange sweet burning sensation constantly in my mouth and I could feel the heat of the drink warming my body. That man was still sitting at the bar, watching me as I came back to the bar and then off again. As I was taking a breather, he slide up close to me, so close I could smell his aftershave faintly on him and the warmth that radiated from his body.
“Err…what are you doing?” even as I said it, I felt stupid. I knew what he wanted and I was, to be honest, to drunk to care. He simply smiled as if I had told a joke and then leapt onto to me, his lips crashing on to mine.
Natural reactions took control and I leapt backwards from him. My booze inflicted mind trying desperately to think something, but all I could think of was that my heart was beating quickly and I was taking deep and hard breaths as if I had been running for my life. I looked at the man who looked around a little uncertainly, shocked from my reaction and I just stood there dumfounded.
The man plucked up the courage again and leaned forward and whispered in my ear if we should go somewhere a little more private. I instantly blushed bright pink and looked into his shades, wondering for a split second what his intensions were and weather or not I should say yes or no.
You can’t control fate.
I said “all right” and he held me hand and he half dragged half pulled me after him with me taking unsteady and drunken steps, though the boozed up people where we eventually found ourselves in a dimly lit, empty corridor, which I faintly registered in my mind that it lead out to the emergency exit. The man stopped and turned around slowly and pulled me closer to him and we held each other as we made out.
But something happened with him; I felt him became more assertive and he pushed me against the wall, my arms, which were wrapped around him now tried desperately to push him off. A bitter taste entered my mouth as I felt him move one of his hands slide up my leg, his other hand groping my body in a desperate attempt to keep me still as he pinned me with his body to the white plaster that lay behind me.
In a desperate attempt, I gave a final push and he stepped back a little, just enough for me to cry out for help but he leapt back at me and in self-defence; I scratched at his face and in the process, whipping his shades off his face revealing his eyes, light brown with a red tint.
A predators eyes.
I let out a scream, which he covered with his hands, dampening the noise. I heard him whisper things, things that I didn’t register in my terrified brain. I felt him open his zipper in his jeans and his hand go up my skirt. I was paralysed with shock and my eyes opened wider with the horror that was that I felt him within me, penetrating my defences to my core. I could sense his every motion and my mind just collapsed, mental and physical barriers shattering like nothing.
I watched him, my mind turning cold at his actions as he left, picking up his fashionable shades and walk out of the emergency exit, redoing up his zipper. After he left, I fell slowly to the floor, curling up my legs and hugged them and I just stared at the blank wall, my mind being the same, blank, numb, emotionless, devoid of life.
Warm salty tears fell across my cheeks, trying to comfort me from life's cruelty...
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