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Sci-Fi & Fantasy Story

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11: Warm Feelings

Returning home triumphant wasn't as big a deal when your hometown was Turrfield. The cozy village of stone buildings and slate roofs belonged on a postcard, beautiful in its simplicity. The air was fresh, and the sun was warm but not too hot. A small stream ran along the edge of town, fed by a waterfall in the mountains, often a favorite for locals to swim in.

The still-soaking mess that was Brandy didn't exactly look like a returning hero. More like Sparky and Calcine had fished her out of that stream and were taking her off to the market to weigh and sell her.

Whatever, Brandy knew she was a winner, and that's all that mattered.

"Okay," Brandy said, still feeling the day's aches in her legs. "What do you want to do? Turn in the dex-data and go shopping? Hang out a bit?" Brandy gulped and added at the end in a rush, "Visit my mom?"

"What's that last one?" Sparky said, "You don't want to do that one. I want that one!"

Brandy looked to Calcine for support, and the grey-freckled rock lady just shrugged. Foolish of her to expect more, really, Calcine seemed happy to go with the flow when she wasn't blistering hot and horny.

"Swear, I'm the only trainer who gets bullied by her Pokémon. " Brandy kicked her boot against the dirt road, sending a few stones skidding away.

"Hah! You're definitely not," Sparky cackled, "But it's still fun, even if it's unoriginal."

"It'd make more sense to go home for you," Calcine said. "You cleaned up nicely, but some warm food before anything else will improve your mood."

"That's very reasonable of you. I'm almost willing to believe this isn't just an excuse to see my Poké-mom,"

Sparky snerked. "You call her Poké-mom. That's adorable."

"Rock Types are reasonable," Calcine said, ignoring the imp beside her. "if you like reasonable, become a Rock Ace. You could build an excellent team."

"Ugh, a solid but boring team." Sparky groaned, "She's going to get Fire in her soon anyway, Brandy, then she'll liven up a bit. Don't let her slide you into becoming boring. Focus on getting us some Poké-mom's Poké-meals."

"Expecting my mom to cook for you? Well, if you insist," Brandy said, voice syrupy sweet.

Sparky wasn't sure why she was talking like that, but her fur prickled at the idea she'd just stumbled right into a trap.

---

Brandy's mother was busy, but that didn't stop her from cooking. The three sat around the family table that'd been moved into the study room, forced out of the living room by a small forest of packing boxes. Brandy didn't come into the study very often. Her human mother's computer was set up here, and she'd never had much luck playing around with it. Her Poké-mom didn't either, so they just left it to gather dust while her mother was out being all Professorly.

Sparky was kicking her legs under the table, sparring with Calcine as they watched the tall Volcarona ladle a soup pot, the smell of vegetables and spices fusing together in the air. Calcine watched Sparky and Brandy shift in their seats, eyes tearing up as the spicy scents wafted through the air.

"It smells delicious," Calcine said. "Will it be too spicy for you?"

"No, I love the heat," Brandy said. "You kind of have to when you got a Volcarona for a mom."

"Yeah," Sparky fussed her fingers together, fidgeting as all her eyes squinted at the soup pot like it was going to be her end. "Love that sort of thing. Me too"

"Sorry for something so simple. " Brandy's Poké-mom turned and smiled at the group. It was just a thin sliver of white, her big blue eyes far more expressive, and right now, they were beaming with pride. "I didn't expect my daughter to come back with two partners already."

"Undefeated!" Sparky laughed, kicking her chair as she made herself comfortable. "You should have seen her Poké-mom. She doesn't know when to quit."

"Poké-mom," the Volcarona laughed. "Call me Scoria dear, and she gets the can't quit attitude from her mother," Brandy's Poké-mom turned back to her cooking, a fond hum buzzing from her throat as she watched the pot. "I always knew my little Larvesta would inherit her spirit!"

There was a long pause, and Brandy wondered why the pair had gone so silent. Looking left and right, Calcine and Sparky had eyes locked on her Poké-mom's rear, sighing to themselves as they saw it bob back and fore as she cooked.

"Hey! No ogling my mom's butt," Brandy hissed under her breath, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Well, you barely have one. Can't we enjoy your future inheritance?" Sparky whispered back, leaning to press a hand to Brandy's rear. "This has a lot of filling out to do."

"Don't bet on it. I'm going to stay flat to spite you."

Sparky shifted her hand to cop a feel of Brandy's chest. "Oh, don't be so modest. You're far from flat, and we'll love you either way." and Sparky pinched a nipple, leaning in to whisper in Brandy's ear. "But if you decide to balloon out, I'll help you get used to them. Got a lot of experience having huge tits."

Calcine shook her head, looking between Brandy's face and the soup pot. "She won't be needing that for a while yet."

"And what does that mean?" Brandy squeaked, turning to glare at them. Anything to get away from those hungry blue Joltik eyes.

"You're already sweating plenty," Calcine said, patting Brandy's cheeks as they turned redder than Volcarona's wings.

"I can hear you teasing my daughter! Even if I wasn't a Pokémon, I'd notice you pulling at those bonds." Brandy's mother snapped, dropping her spoon into the soup and glaring.

Calcine looked up, a guilty expression crossing her face as she mouthed 'sorry' before Brandy could say anything. Sparky just smiled wider, leaning to drape herself over Brandy and resting her head on a shoulder.

Glowing blue eyes met in a battle of wills, but Sparky held firm and eventually got a bark of a laugh out of Brandy's Poké-mom.

"Willful and handsy! Just like Fenny," Brandy's mother sighed, reaching a hand to ruffle Brandy's hair. "You've picked quite the pair. I hope they're not running you ragged."

Brandy groaned, slumping in her seat as her mother filled bowls with steaming soup and then put them in front of the three. The aches had faded, but the pair had not been effortless captures, and they'd been pretty relentless about wanting more. For the first time ever, Brandy was more excited at the thought of a warm meal and a good night's sleep than getting a Pokémon into bed. She'd never expected this all to be so exhausting.

"How did you and Fenny meet Scoria?" Calcine asked as she took a few sips of the soup. Glancing at Brandy, all slumped over, she teased her mouth with the end of the spoon. Brandy shied away at first but, after a few pokes, rolled her lips over the spoon, staring at Calcine meaningfully as she did so. She'd tease right back, can't let them get everything their own way.

Sparky watched them both like she expected them to burst into flame.

"Ah! She's always been a researcher at heart. She came to get my name off me and really impressed me. I'd never met someone who could keep up like she could, not even Trainers." Scoria said.

"They're awful together." Brandy sat to eat her bowl, taking big spoonfuls of the spicy soup. The warmth was blessed relief for her throat after all she'd done for Calcine. "The neighbors sent the police round once, thought someone was being murdered."

"Well, in a way, they were," Scoria smiled, "And the Police were very polite about it. Even congratulated me some,"

"Mom!"

"Oh, don't be so shy, Brandy! You've got two beautiful women fussing over you now. I'm sure you'll be annoying your parents with how loud you are soon enough."

"Deserve it. I missed so much sleep. What's with all the boxes, though? You moving out?" Brandy mumbled, offering her spoon to Sparky since she didn't seem to be eating. Four blue eyes flicked between it and her spoon nervously. Behind her, Calcine licked her spoon clean in an unnecessarily showy way, black tongue curling around the metal as she gave Sparky a smug look.

"Going to move in with your mother in Motostoke, now I don't have to look after my little Larvesta! You're free to come and go as you please."

Brandy opened her mouth to thank her mother, but not wanting to be outdone by Calcine, Sparky chose that moment to bite down.

Talk got a little tricky after that.

---

Sparky had her head stuck under the sink faucet, all four blue eyes a watery mess as she tried to cry out the mouthful she'd just had. Calcine held back her hair as Brandy commiserated with her, rubbing circles on her back.

"You should have said it was too hot," Brandy said. "You don't have to like it just because I do."

Sparky groaned, turning up the cold stream on her tongue until it splashed all over the bathroom.

"I'm surprised she isn't coughing up fireballs," Calcine said. "She's hotter to the touch than I am."

"I liked it," Sparky said, voice garbled by the water. "Just got me by surprise."

"Really, it's fine." Brandy wrapped her arms around Sparky's stomach and gave her a comforting squeeze. "It's cute you can't handle spicy food."

"We should have expected it, really. Bugs have a weakness to Fire."

"Fuck you both. Eat my ass." Sparky coughed as water shot down the wrong hole, shaking in Calcine's grip.

"You sure?" Calcine said, "My tongue's pretty spicy right now. It'd just make it worse."

Sparky flicked a hand at Calcine, and yellow tufts of her fur flew off her arm, forming little four-legged bugs that raced under Calcine's shirt and began biting away. Calcine smacked at her shirt as she tried to shake them free, but they bounced right back after each smack, an excited chitter as they savaged her with little pecking bites. The Rock Pokémon dropped to the floor, gasping as she tried to stop herself from breaking into a fit of ticklish giggles.

"Infestation!" Brandy gasped. "That's your third move. Oh, that's so weird."

"You're weird. She's weird. Dating a pair of weirdos," Sparky griped, rinsing her mouth with more water. "With poor taste in food."

Brandy laughed. Far as she was concerned, they both deserved this after all their teasing. "Still want to fuck me tonight?"

"I want to die," Sparky mumbled, "Then after I've done that... yeah."

"Well, I wasn't planning to become a Ghost Trainer, but I'll see what I can do."

12: Counting Sheep

Sparky was still licking the back of her hand to get the taste out of her mouth as the trio came down to say their goodbyes to Scoria. It'd only ever been a brief visit. Brandy didn't want her mom's first impression of her Partners to be that one of them was as sick as a dog from her food and the other had some kind of sudden onset of itching disease. Bundling everyone out to let things cool off seemed wise, though knowing her luck, they'd only return worse for wear. The ill mood between the two wasn't helping much either, especially as Sparky couldn't let it sit.

"You won't fit in her shirts anymore when she does Inherit," Sparky said to Calcine as she gulped in the outside air. It was helping.

Calcine was still itching her stone skin and trying to ignore Sparky. Brandy didn't know if Calcine could get welts, but Sparky's Infestation had been surprisingly effective at disabling her. It would have been handy in the fight to capture them, but Calcine was still simmering with enough anger at Sparky to cover for both of them. No need to pile on.

"Maybe we could try to squeeze her into the ones you're stealing, though. That'd be fun to see, right?" Sparky bounded around Calcine, grabbing her stomach and raising her hands to lift Calcine's chest. The buttons on Calcine's stolen shirt strain as they're pressed tight.

Calcine tries to ignore her, head tilted up and away. Though Brandy could see the curl of a smile on her lips, she probably wouldn't be able to stay miserable for much longer. The bites hadn't stoked her fire enough to remain angry for long, especially when she had been a little responsible for Sparky's suffering in the first place. It was a stark contrast to Sparky, who seemed unable to go a minute without trying to get some kind of reaction out of people and only calmed down when someone wore her out. That they got along at all was a miracle. Perhaps Sparky found Calcine a challenge, and Calcine enjoyed the attention she probably wasn't used to getting.

Brandy huffed. She'd been thinking about fighting when she set out to capture her first two Pokémon. Managing personalities or compatibility hadn't even crossed her mind. It made sense now why so many Trainers went Ace and only got Pokémon of a particular type. Easier for them to all get along when they're on the same wavelength. Dragon Ace's probably got bullied even worse than she did, but at least all their Pokémon were in on it!

Calcine turned her head around, looking over at Brandy. Sparky's hair was just visible over her shoulder as she tried to clamber up Calcine's side. "So, what is the plan for the day?" She asked innocently.

"Gym!" Brandy said quickly, pointing to the giant doughnut-shaped structure that dominated the town. The design was pretty darn ugly, and someone at some point had thought that if it looked like a donut, it should also have sprinkle patterns. A testament to why Architects shouldn't do work while hungry.

"And what is your plan once we get there?"

"Go in and win?" Brandy hesitantly admitted, already regretting how bad a plan that sounded.

Calcine's eyes narrowed.

"Well, it's worked so far?"

"Gawd, she sucks at this," Sparky called, finally getting a good hold of Calcine's arm and holding onto it like a limpet while she walked. "Can't believe you fell for this girl."

"She thinks quickly on her feet and can plan ahead when she wants to. You never know what to expect."

"Which is why I like her! But you're too stuffy to care about that." Sparky said, mischievous eyes bright as she peeked over Calcine's shoulder. "Don't you want some all calm and sleepy like yourself?"

"I know what you're trying to do, and Brandy already thinks you're trouble for attacking me in her home. Brandy's only not mad about it because she got to see your last hidden move."

"That wasn't all my fault, spoon-licker! You earned those bites, don't act all innocent."

"Spoon licker?" Calcine said, sounding genuinely confused, "I don't know what you mean. You attacked me for no reason."

Sparky gasped, poking Calcine's cheek as she stared at Brandy. "A liar too! Look at this lying mouth!"

"I don't think Calcine would lie," Brandy also lied. "You need to behave better."

"This is so unfair!"

Brandy tried to keep a straight face at the reaction, but even Calcine was chuckling by the time they got to the Gym.

----

Brandy graciously opened the door to the Gym when they all got there, waving her Partners through before stepping inside. Two women were waiting for them inside, just casually chatting with each other. One of them was wearing a green jumpsuit with a leaf symbol as a chest badge, her black hair tied back in a ponytail. The other woman was in a white lab coat, a clipboard hugged her chest, and her blonde hair rolled past her shoulders. Both were staring at the group curiously, probably because Sparky looked absolutely ridiculous as an arm ornament.

The woman with the clipboard lifted it out, writing something down as the green jumpsuit gave them a friendly smile and opened with a deluge of words.

"Hi there, welcome to the Gym. My name is Chantal. I'm one of the trainers here. Are you here for a badge? You'll have to bring two Pokémon for it, but we always love seeing fresh faces, and if you're just starting out, then our beginner's course will be perfect for you."

Brandy glanced at her, eyebrows raised as she let the messy introduction wash over.

"I know? I've been living here for years, Chantal! You're in my mom's book club."

Chantal laughed, flicking her ponytail. "She never actually reads those books, and that doesn't matter! You're a Trainer now, Brandy Joyce, so I will treat you like one. A completely fresh start."

"Oh! How do you know her name then?" Sparky said, "Are you Psychic?"

Calcine raises her arm with Sparky on it, the Joltik squealing excitedly as Calcine turns her around and points her away from the conversation.

"We are actually here to try for a Badge," Calcine says, "If you're still set on it, Brandy? The Beginner course sounds like it'd be something you should do before jumping in the deep end."

"We need the money from it! I didn't want to beg my parents for starter funds, and I wanted to do it like the stories. All my own sweat." Brandy smiled. "And I'm thriving in the deep end so far."

"Maybe I do need someone calmer," Calcine said, giving Brandy's arm a friendly punch. "I trust you to not make fools of us then, and Sparky's doing that fine all by herself."

"You both love me. I grow on people," Sparky said as she clambered down from Calcine. "Like a kind of sexy moss."

The clipboard lady jotted something down, which made Brandy nervous right away. If this was a test, she was pretty sure 'Sexy Moss' wasn't on any answer sheet. Best to move things along before they kicked her out, before she'd even begun.

"I'd like to try for the Badge," Brandy said. "I know you said I needed two Pokémon to do it, but not why?"

"That's right," Chantel said. "Since this is your first time, Willow, could you explain the rules?"

Willow tapped her clipboard as she looked at Brandy down her nose. "Brandy Joyce, do you know Maple Walsh?"

"Uh." Brandy really hadn't expected that her mind tumbling over itself as she tried to find an answer. "We saw her earlier today? She had a run-in with a really strong local Rapidash."

"Did she seem well?" Willow says, grip tightening on the clipboard.

"She seemed like she had way too much fun, maybe a lot for her to take in all at once?"

"Oh yeah, a lot to take in," Sparky nodded. "Intimidatingly large amounts,"

"No jokes, please. Maple is my daughter, and she's been distraught," Willow says, each word like a heavy slap to Sparky, who shies behind Brandy.

"Ah! Well, we were told Trainers usually lose a few times before they capture their first Pokémon. She shouldn't be?" Brandy gave Willow a nervous smile. "She likes to do well at things. I guess she got her confidence knocked some,"

Willow tapped her pen on her clipboard, a steady staccato beat as she stared Brandy down. It made her feel even more nervous, fidgeting her feet as her Pokémon stood behind her, thankfully quiet for her in the tense moment.

"I'm sorry, this is unprofessional and can wait until after you're done," Willow says, looking down at her clipboard again. Her shoulders untensed slightly, and Brandy felt Calcine pat her side. Good work? A warning? Well, they'd find out later, she supposed.

"Welcome to Turrfield Gym and your first Badge Trials. Gaining Badges is an important step for any Trainer, as each will teach you valuable lessons about forming strong bonds." Willow had shifted to a more practiced speech, stilted but no longer dripping with intensity. "With time, you may form bonds with the strongest Pokémon and help further enrich their lives and our fair Island. "

"Well, she's already done that, but I'm sure we can find others," Sparky said.

"She also caught a Joltik, too," Calcine nodded.

Thankfully, Willow was professional enough to ignore a slap fight, plowing on with the speech.

"Your Badge Trial will begin when you step through the sliding doors behind us. We'd ask if you do not share what happens with those who have not yet completed the tasks. Leaking information will come with penalties, be it the removal of earned Badges or refusal at other Gyms. Do you agree to this?"

"Yes," Brandy said, "Not a word"

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