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      Published: 2018-03-09 Updated: 2018-03-26 Chapters: 2/? Words: 9283
****** Daybreak Hunt ******
by Ephemeral_Linen
Summary
     Aged seventeen and secretly sexually frustrated, Dawn decides to take
     a break from her travels and go home to visit her family. However,
     things have changed greatly in Twinleaf and she is then greeted by a
     familiar face. And to makes matters worse, a dangerous attraction
     soon ensures as Dawn finds herself down a dark path, with an unlikely
     ally. There is always light at the end, all there remains Is for Dawn
     to reach it. If she can.
Notes
     (Originally posted on Adult Fanfiction)
     Greetings. Ephemeral Linen here.
     Let it be known that we will come across some dark themes in this
     story, in case you did not read the tags. I will not put any more
     warnings for each chapter as I feel like it will ruin the flow.
     If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask me. I shall try to
     answer them.
     Note that this is mostly based on the games' story with bits and
     pieces from the anime and manga
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Beginning of Something New *****
It had been a while since Dawn had set foot on Route 201. It was a nostalgic
feeling that befell her as she dragged her bike across the plain grass. Nearby,
young kids were playing
She remembered it as was it yesterday; the day she left her house and headed
towards Professor Rowan’s lab along with Barry and Lucas, to get their first
Pokémon. Dawn glanced towards her bag, where her party lay, one of which was
her Torterra.
Seven years, it had been.
Back then, he was nothing but a little Turtwig; slow to raise and ungodly
stubborn. And Dawn, being everlastingly stubborn had a hard time keeping her
patience. But they were stuck with each other and still, they had gone through
an obscene amount of experiences; ranging from obligatory tasks like getting
her badges and taking on the league to stopping a criminal organization from
destroying the world. All done by a 10-year-old girl. It was too incredible to
be true, but it was. Even still, Dawn had a hard time believing that she,
through sheer curiosity and determination managed to push through and thwart a
group of people, at least twice her age with double the level of life
experience.
“Dawn! Dear!” a voice called out to her near the entrance of the small town.
Looking up, Dawn saw her mother waving at her along with a few of the
townspeople and Lucas. They all carried flags and were cheering loudly as Dawn
stepped closer. She bit her lip to contain the bright smile that threatened to
spread over her face. Unable to hold back any longer, she ran towards them,
happier than ever.
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Nothing had changed since Dawn had entered her home at first, much to her
surprise. She sat down at the dinner table, taking one of four chairs. They
never had the use of more chairs as rarely any guests visited, aside from
Barry’s mother. For the most part, it was just Dawn and her mother and as Dawn
got older, only herself as Johanna got into the contest life again in Hearthome
City.
Johanna placed two cups on the table before heading towards the kitchen again.
“So glad to have you home, dear.” She said, her back turned to her daughter
while she fixed two cups of coffee.
“It feels good to be home too, mom,” Dawn said, looking out the window, noting
how the house across hers had installed shutters. Strange was it, as Dawn
remembered the people living in there to open and friendly. But by the looks,
it appeared that they suddenly decided to seclude themselves. As a result, the
house came off as anything but friendly.
“Uhm…” Dawn began, to her mother’s surprise.
“Something wrong dear?” Johanna placed the two mugs on the table and sat down.
She did not need Dawn to word an answer before she realized what the problem
was by simply following her daughter’s gaze.
“Oh, the couple there moved to Jubilife City while you were away.”
“But the shutters. They weren’t there before, were they?”
“No, they weren’t. You see, we got a new neighbor now. A single man moved in
not long after the house had been set for sale.” Johanna spoke before taking a
swig of the mug. She stared thoughtfully at the house, the gears grinding.
“He was the one who installed the shutters.”
“He ruined the house though.” Dawn scoffed. Perhaps, she should tell her mother
that she didn’t like black coffee. She stared aimlessly at the mug.
“Perhaps, but he is not a bad man. Despite what the townspeople say about him.”
That did not come off as much of a surprise for Dawn, considering the citizens
of Twinleaf valued its social community in the little town and anyone not
catering to that was considered an outsider. It had only happened once,
however, with Dawn’s father. That said, she did not hold it against the
townspeople; he had it coming.
Dawn rose from the table and walked towards the fridge, earning a confused
stare from Johanna.
“Do we have any sugar and milk?” She asked, opening the fringed regardless.
“Don’t be like that, dear. You’re an adult now.”
“17 is still legally considered a minor.”
“Speaking of which,” Johanna began, her lips curling into a smile. “Have you
found yourself a boyfriend during your travels? Protection? I’m sure the other
regions have-“ Dawn knew what question would come up and she would have none of
it.
“Mom!” she felt her cheeks flare up. No, she was still single. Romance had been
at the very bottom of Dawn’s priority list, despite the many guys showing
interest in her, especially after her run as a top Coordinator. But she shut
down all of them, none interested her in the slightest and some, to be blunt,
repulsed her.
The closest thing to a candidate would have been either Lucas or Barry and even
still, she saw them as friends and nothing more.
“Calm down, dear.” Johanna laughed. “I get that you have been busy. Just
remember to take your time and do what you feel is right.”
Right, that was the problem. Indeed, Dawn could have let any male flop atop of
her but the idea of sex because society deemed it right to do in her age,
didn’t appeal to her. She could do just fine without feeling pressured to give
her body away.
 During her travels, she wished she could have explained it to her mother
during their calls but, it was too intimate. Too personal and too complicated
to admit that she wanted sex, hence the discovery and absolute bliss of
masturbation, but she lacked the guts to ask somebody out and the self-loathing
to let anyone deflower her.
The way that they had laughed at her still haunted her….
Dawn shook those thoughts away, grabbing the milk and headed back to the table.
It didn't matter in the long run, now did it?
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After dinner, Dawn was standing outside in the cold with a box full of
leftovers. There was enough food for at least three people but Johanna had
instead that it was to be given to the new neighbor. Dawn sighed, heading
towards the house across the street. With each step, she took, she was getting
restless. But if her mother trusted this new person, then surely, he was
harmless, was he not? Surely, it couldn’t be her father, could it? Taking a
deep breath, Dawn made way to the house, tightening her grip on the bin-
Something or someone made impact with her, almost causing her to loose her
footing. She stumbled around for a bit, before getting ready to shout and
scream at whoever nearly gave her a heart attack.
“Excuse me?!”
“You should watch where you’re walking instead! That’ll result in a fine, you
know.”
She recognized that voice everywhere. Letting herself cool down, she stood face
to face with Barry, who had grown considerable. He looked more and more like
his father, although his personality seemed to remain the same. He stood and
looked at her, all with that cocky smile plastered over his face. Yes, he was
still the same old Barry.
“Bite me.” Dawn scoffed, rolling her eyes. She did not find it within herself
to be fully mad at him at this point. During her travels through Sinnoh, it had
been a given that he’d crash into someone, every time they met. In all honesty,
it would be strange if he did not bump into someone.
“Nice to see you too. What’cha doing out here?” He asked, fixating his on the
bin in Dawn’s hands.
“My mom asked me to bring some leftovers to the new neighbor. Mister…” and it
hit her that her mother had neglected to mention his name. She fumbled around
with the words in her mind as she wondered what to refer to him as when Barry
arrived at her rescue.
“Chiri. Mr. Chiri. Want me to protect you?” he asked, cocky as ever.
“Pffft, no. Besides, my mom likes him and if she trusts him, so do I.”
“Your mom is the only one, who he talks to. Let alone opening the door for.”
That did not surprise Dawn as much as she had expected. Her mother was an
outgoing and lively type, of course, she’d try and make friends with this guy,
whoever he was. That said, Barry’s timid and worrisome mother stood no chance
in the social game.  
“And what are you doing here?”
“I heard that you had come home so I wanted to say hi. Champ.” He nudged her,
earning a brief glare from Dawn.  
“Really? How nice. But why now?”
“Because I haven’t seen the guy. I wanna meet him in person.”
The pair walked the few meters towards the dark house. The shutters were still
drawn over the windows and not a hint of life could be detected. One could
almost believe that the house had been deserted, as vacant as it appeared.
Dawn took a deep breath, trying to ignore the weary feeling that had snuck up
on her in this very moment. She remembered to stay strong and knocked on the
door loudly. The anticipation was killing her. Barry lurked in the background
watching the scene unfold. It seemed that his request to be her bodyguard was
not meant to be a joke.
But after ten minutes, Dawn grew restless. She knocked on the door once more,
this time a little harder. She could just have left the bin at the doorstep and
go home, but she was determined; determined to see what kind of man, this
“Chiri” was.
Leaving was a prominent guest in Dawn’s mind and she would almost have done it
when small noises from the other side of the door caught her attention. Keys
turning and locks opening soon followed. Contrary to its appearance, there was
still life behind these shutters. Dawn grew alerted and straightened her back
more than humanly normal. Every muscle in her body tensed as the door opened.
“Hi! Uh, I’m Dawn, Johanna’s daughter. I-she wanted to give this to you and-“
But she cut herself off automatically when she looked up, feeling all blood
drain from her face.
“Thank you.” That familiar voice spoke, as callously as she remembered it to
be. Dawn failed to respond, standing motionlessly as the bin was removed from
her hands.
No, it could not be. But it was.
“Is there a problem?” Yes, yes there was Cyrus, of all people stood before her,
completely oblivious to the fact that he stood in front of the girl, who
thwarted his plans of world destruction. Or perhaps he had lost oven more
emotions during the last seven years.
“Y-you.” Was the only word that moved past Dawn’s lips, before her sheer
surprise turned into unhinged contempt.
“…Say hi to Johanna from me.”
“Fuck you…” Dawn mumbled underneath her breath, just before the door was shut
in her face. She was absolutely sure that he’d heard her. She could have kicked
the door in, no matter how many locks he had installed. He was planning
something; that was for sure. And Dawn would rather be dead than to let him
destroy the world once more. But then it hit her; her mother!
Had he come to Twinleaf to get revenge on Dawn by harming her mother?
“Huh, he seemed like a strange fella.” Barry’s voice called her back to
reality, oblivious to Dawn’s foul mood. Right, Barry had been battling Team
Galactic alongside her in the Spear Pillar so he was well aware of their antics
and who Cyrus was, so how come he not recognize him? Did Dawn really have to
remind him? But then again, he’d rush ahead and make things even worse. No, she
needed to think and for now, act alone. 
“Sure…”
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The very next day, there was a major Pokémon Contest being held in Hearthome
City, giving Dawn enough space to hatch out a plan. The townspeople, including
her mother, would go, of course. Honestly, Dawn did not come back home to fight
crime once more so it vexed her to oversleep or rather pretend to oversleep so
that her mother and everyone else would leave without struggling to get Dawn
with them. In actuality, she had been awoken the entire morning, listening to
every sound in the little house. Despite the seven-year time gap, it was easy
to conclude that her mother’s morning routines had not changed one bit. When
she was sure that Johanna was out of the house, she rose from the bed and got
dressed as quickly as she could. Forcing herself to lay in bed all morning,
constantly made her body remind her how hungry she was and it was an injustice
to neglect that hunger.
Thankfully, her mother had left some breakfast for her, which was still faintly
warm. Preparing a cup of milky coffee, she sat down ready to eat. She needed to
think about the situation of hand. Cyrus, the former leader of Team Galactic
who tried to destroy the world just because his parents never loved him enough,
was now her new neighbor. If he was capable of controlling an entire group of
people to follow his nihilistic world view, who knew what he was able to do now
especially when the bane of his existence spent every waking hour right next to
him. It would only be strange if he did not hold anything against her. He was a
callous man and by no means dumb.
And no matter how much, she thought for, she was unable to come up with a
proper plan that would quickly make this situation blow over and send Cyrus
packing. But the town was somewhat empty so if she could battle him into
submission, at least she would have accomplished something.
There was no other option.
Dawn finished her breakfast and did her best to appear as calm as possible when
she made way to the house across the street. The shutters still covered the
windows and Dawn wondered for a brief second about how the inside of the house
looked like. Not to mention the smell if he never opened the window. She
marched straight towards the door, hammering on it as hard as she could. Her
hand throbbed terribly afterward but she tried to ignore the pain, considering
that she would have to get ready to punch him if needed. Unlike yesterday, the
locks opened way faster
“I challenge you to a battle!”
“…I’ve no interest in battling you.”
“Because you know you’ll lose?” Dawn scoffed, not waiting around for an answer.
Cyrus stared unfazed at her. His cold gaze made shivers run down Dawn’s spine.
It unnerved her to no end but she could not afford to show any weakness now.
“Because I have no Pokémon able to battle.”
“Then spill the beans, what are you doing here?”
“I’m here to live my life in peace.”
“Are you kidding me?” Knowing him, it was impossible to tell if that’s was the
case. Cyrus stepped aside a bit, opening the door some more. The light was on,
so he did not live in total darkness and unlike what Dawn had imagined, there
was no foul odor coming from the inside. But that did not relax her the
slightest.  She quickly jabbed her hand in her bag, ready to bring out Torterra
something should try to jump her.
But instead came an Eevee. A Shiny Eevee. It yawned and rested against Cyrus’
leg. It was completely oblivious to Dawn’s presence. It looked no older than a
mere baby. But he had other Pokémon beforehand, didn’t he? No matter how much,
she wanted to question the legitimacy of that, there were more pressing issues
at hand.
“What do you want from my mom?”
“Johanna…”  He said, deep in thought. “She’s a kind woman but she was the one,
who came to me.” His manner of tone was simple and deadpanned, almost as if he
was stating a matter of fact.
“And you took advantage of it.” Dawn had to internally restrain herself from
outright shouting in his face. Sure, they were seemingly alone in town but
still, she wanted to remain discrete.                
“Because she refused to leave me be.”
“Then why are you here? Why don’t you leave?”
“It’s a good town to be forgotten in.”
Dawn could have thrown some more questions at him but there was something about
those words, that made her hesitate. She paused for a second, wondering what it
was. What was she to do now? He had given her answers and yet, Dawn had no
clarification of whether or not any of it was true.
“Are you finished?”
“Not yet!” for now, yes. “I’ll be keeping my eye on you!” She stepped back from
the door, just now noticing that the Eevee now focused its gaze on her. It
crept behind Cyrus’ leg, seeming wary of her. It should be wary of its owner
instead. Her warning fell on deaf ears as Cyrus simply shut the door in her
face, once more.
He did not even bother to return the bins from yesterday and-who cared about
those stupid bins anyway?
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Laying in bed, Dawn felt like she was at square one. She felt just as lost as
yesterday and calling this “meeting” progress would be a far cry from what it
actually was. A waste of time.
And then she remembered! Looker! He was after these bastards too, wasn’t he?
Perhaps she should call him. But then again, the idea of an International
Police officer coming to such a peaceful city such as Twinleaf would send mass
hysteria across the entire area and the neighboring towns.
No, she had to do it herself.
“Dawn? Dear, are you home?” her mother’s voice suddenly called through the
house. That Contest must have been a quick one, or did she really spend hours
thinking about how to stop Cyrus once more?
She rose out of bed, feeling under the weather. A lot. But she could not afford
her mother to see her like this. Dawn had never been good at masking her
emotions, let alone lying. Honesty was the way to go in life but what could she
do when she lived right next to a dangerous criminal and her mother treated him
like a friend?
“Hi, mom. How was the Contest?” Dawn fixed a cup of hot milk for herself after
having waved to her mother. She used to drink this all the time when she was
very young. Dawn doubted, she could make it as delicious as her mother but it
was worth a try.
“It was great. It almost made me start wanting to start again.” Johanna spoke
with the kind of joy that could only come from the bottom of one’s heart. It
brightened Dawn’s mood to hear her mother this happy. She poured the milk into
a cup and applied a teaspoon of honey to add that extra sweetness.
“That’s good to hear…”
“Oh, I forgot to mention this; Mr. Chiri is coming over for dinner,” Johanna
said with even more joy. However, Dawn almost choked on her milk. She bent over
the sink, coughing and wheezing.
“Sweet Arceus, are you all right?”
“I’m-I’m fine.” No, she was absolutely not. She was anything but fine. Finally
catching her breath, she stopped herself from turning around as her face
descended to a dark frown.
“You should take some water, sweetie,” Johanna said as she walked closer to her
daughter. “I’ll be shopping for tonight. If Mr. Chiri comes over, please fix
him something nice, will you?”
“Fine.” That was not intended to come off as bitter as it did but was what a
girl to do? Her mother asked her to provide service for a criminal, who tried
to destroy the world. Of course, it was not her mother’s fault that it ended up
like this. But still…
Her mother seemed to be completely oblivious to Dawn’s dismay as she let out a
cheerful “Take care!” before she grabbed her bag and headed out the door. As
Dawn was now all alone in the house, she chugged down a glass of water before
she dragged herself to the dinner table. But as crazy as it may seem at first,
it soon began to give Dawn ideas. Perhaps, this would not be such a bad thing.
Perhaps, she could get some answers from Cyrus and get him to leave her mother
in peace.
A mere few moments passed before there was a sudden knock on the door. The
front door was located in such a place where it was impossible to get a sneak
peek at the guests from any viewable angle, that would not leave one right out
in the open.
Frowning, even more, Dawn walked to the door, not sure of what she expected.
She could always need a tiny chat with Barry or Lucas to brighten her mood. Or
perhaps, it was Professor Rowan who had come to congratulate her.
Anything but the person, she was looking at now.
Cyrus, or Mr. Chiri, was not particularly happy to see her either or perhaps it
was due to the fact that he had forgotten how to smile. Under his arm, was the
Eevee from yesterday, sleeping peacefully. Why in the world did he carry around
that poor thing like a sack of potatoes?
Dawn could not step aside immediately as she would much rather smack the door
in his face and tell him to “piss off”. However, her initial plan was to get
information out of him, not start a war no matter how much she wanted to.
From the corner of her eye, she saw unsuspecting townspeople minding their
business and it became clear that she could not afford to make a scene. Against
her deepest wish to start a fight, she stepped aside, glaring at him. If eyes
could kill, Cyrus would be dead five times.
He ignored the cold stare and walked inside, not bothering to look at Dawn When
she turned to him, he was standing in the middle of the kitchen, looking either
bored or heavily sedated. It baffled Dawn as to how this man could become
“friends” with her mother. Her mom, the sweetest, most lovely and fun person in
the world, enjoyed the company of this brooding, nihilistic bore.
“Why are you here?”
“Because your mother invited me.”
Of course. Given their previous interactions, it was impossible for Dawn to be
remotely nice. And faking kindness would just come off as phony. She scoffed
and stormed right past him to the kitchen counter. Her mother asked him to
provide service for this bastard and that is what she had to do, even if it was
a crack in her pride. She could feel Cyrus’ eyes burning a hole in her back as
she turned on the coffee machine. She could not quite put her finger on it but
his prying eyes and that icy mask that he always wore, unnerved her. His
presence alone was enough for her to feel just as shaken now as her time in the
Old Mansion. Or when she had to venture into the Distortion World. But it made
her wonder; after their battle, where did he venture off to?
Without any words of courtesy, Dawn handed him the cup. Staring at his chest
rather than his eyes. Despite being seventeen, she had not grown much, aside
from her breasts and her hips. By all accounts, Dawn was still petite. And if
he wanted to, Cyrus could probably lay her down easily. Action spoke louder
than words as they said. Even if that was true, Dawn had no chance of battling
him, let alone taking him on physically.
But the fact that his presence was so overwhelmingly effective on her irked her
to no end and she prayed to Arceus that her mother would return in this very
moment. Dawn would likely go mad if that was not to happen soon. Yet, she was
not completely frenzied as a quick movement from Cyrus suddenly flickered
before her eyes, and her instincts kicked in. She had no idea how or where
Cyrus attacked her from as she lashed out, defending herself. However, before
she could properly assert herself, her wrist was caught with such a force that
it felt like shockwaves pulsated through her very being. Coming to her senses,
she found herself looking at the floor with the Shiny Eevee wandering around
the house without a care in the world.
“What are you doing?” Cyrus’ monotoned voice caught her attention.
“I should ask you the same.” Dawn hissed, the venom in her voice growing
stronger once she realized that she could not get free right away. Despite
holding a cup of coffee in one hand, his grip on Dawn was tight like a rope. No
matter how much she tried to yank her wrist free, he stood there like a statue,
not budging even once.
“Let go of me!” Dawn now used her other hand to get a hold on Cyrus as she
tried in vain to break loose.
“You tried to punch me.” He answered nonchalantly.
“Because you tried to attack me!”
This shut him up for a bit and Dawn almost thought that she had won until he
suddenly chugged down the entire cup of coffee before letting go of the mug. It
fell to the floor but remained intact upon impact. Plastic did not break too
easily but it didn’t change the fact that what he had just done was absolutely
rude. However, before Dawn could properly call him out, her free hand was
caught and she now found herself struggling even more.
He had complete control over her.
“You are nothing like your mother. You are abrasive, annoying and as it turns
out; violent. The only trait, you inherited was that stubbornness.” He began to
berate her. “I suppose the father is to blame.”
“…Fuck you!” Dawn sneered. Her sense of morality slipped away and an
uncontrollable rage emerged within her. Like a flame involving into an inferno,
it grew considerably
 She gritted her teeth and pulled with all the power that her arms could
muster. Whether it was effective, remained to be seen. But her stubbornness and
anger compelled her to try again. With all of her might, she tried jerking her
wrists from his grip before feeling her entire body pulled the other direction.
With a thud, she stood pressed against Cyrus, making it impossible to not look
at him. A dark shadow loomed over his ever-so emotionless face.
Dawn hated it. She hated standing here, alone with this man. She hated that her
knees buckled underneath her as she had her entire body pressed against him.
She felt so weak and dizzy from the hot mixture of her anger and something
else, something that made her stomach swirl. It felt so awful and yet so
horrible.  She could have punched him in the face but at the same time, she
could also…
“I don’t know what you’re after but I intend to live my life in peace.” Once
more, Cyrus brought her thoughts back on track. It occurred to Dawn that she
ought to thank him for distracting her from those thoughts. And finally, he let
go of her.  Dawn rubbed her wrist, almost jumping backward. They were
surprisingly not sore after, what felt like an eternity in handcuffs. Still,
her fingers were a tint of blue and red marks left by him served as a thorn in
her eye.
She took a quick glance of Cyrus, who had picked up the cup. It looked like his
usual frown had softened up a bit as he looked at the bluenette. Dawn had no
doubts that the former Galactic Boss was always plotting something and it would
not surprise her if he was thinking hard and long about how to handle Dawn.
Or maybe he saw the cracks in her façade. Maybe he saw itburning in her eyes.
That twisted sense of lust, which had decided to pay a visit just now. Dawn
shrugged by the thought of her secrets slipping out; if that was the case and
who said that he would use it against her…
There was no way that he saw it, right?
“Oh Eevee!” Johanna’s voice called out in joy. Dawn turned around to see her
mother with both hands full. The little Pokémon let out a chipper roar before
running to a corner of the house and preparing for another nap.
“Hello, you two!” Johanna greeted the pair. She wanted to wave but forgot that
she was occupied.
“Let me help you.” His voice was somewhat humane now and Dawn wanted to throw
up at the insincerity. Even dolls had more life than this. She saw him walk
towards her mother and take the grocery bags.
“Did my girl take good care of you?”
“Yes, she did.” There was not an ounce of dishonesty in Cyrus’ voice but they
both knew that he was lying through his teeth. Dawn remained quiet, more than
usual. Her mood had hit rock bottom and this man would stay in her house and
pretend as if nothing had happened. Or maybe, it was her frustrations over her
weakness from earlier doing the talking. Regardless, she’d rather be locked up
in her room or anyplace in Sinnoh. Anywhere but here.
Now she needed to hatch a new plan but that was easier said than done. Dawn
needed something to distract her mind for a bit as her head was cloudy. 
“I’m going to the bathroom,”
***** Beginning Of Something New *****
The pleasure of her own body was the best thing, Dawn could ever give herself.
And after today, she damn well deserved it. She moaned into her pillow, rubbing
against her clit as she reached climax. The sweat peeled off her forehead
whilst juices of lust ran down her legs. The vibrator was set at a low level
but it was already enough to send her close to the edge, Dawn inserted the toy
deeper within herself, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her entire
body. She gasped for air, her entire body shivering until she reached climax
once more. The swirling from earlier extended through her every nerve, sending
wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure until she came with a loud cry. Cum leaked
from her pussy and onto her hands and the bedsheet. Truly, it was a mess but
Dawn didn’t care. She collapsed onto the bed, ready to sleep right then and
there but there was still the issue of “Mr. Chiri” downstairs and the fact that
dinner had not been served yet.  She could always lie with being sick however
as she did not feel like getting out of bed.
Besides, it gave her an opportunity to watch Cyrus interact with her mother.
Spying was a morally low but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Getting out of bed, Dawn wiped the vibrator as clean as she could and stuffed
it into her bag.
“Dinner’s ready!”
She really did not want to do go. And this session had not cleared up anything
for her at all. Tired and grumpy, she dragged herself downstairs. Her hair was
likely tousled but at this point, she could not care less. A pleasant fragrance
welcomed her as her stomach growled, reminding her that she was hungry. That
reminded her that she had not been eating since this morning. At the dinner
table, sat her mother and Cyrus. Dawn’s heart sank even further as she saw an
empty seat, right across Cyrus. She wanted the Earth to part in two and swallow
her in that very moment. To escape looking directly at him, the bluenette
averted her eyes to the Eevee sleeping near the door. A bowl had been placed
right next to it, seemingly empty now.  
“Take a seat before the food gets cold.”
She begrudgingly sat down, forcing a strained smile to her mother. It would be
pointless of her to start a scene, no matter how much she wanted to tell the
truth to her mother. So, for now, she tried to swallow her dinner, ignoring the
borderline nauseating feeling that grew inside her.
As Johanna and Cyrus had a rather joyous conversation, or Johanna really, as
Cyrus spoke very little, Dawn got lost in her thoughts once more, focusing on
how little she had actually eaten. It was quite ironic considering how hungry
she felt before. Perhaps it was Cyrus’ presence draining her appetite.
“Dawn?” Johanna suddenly interrupted whatever type of conversation that she had
with Cyrus and turned her attention to Dawn. “Dear, are you all right? You’ve
barely eaten anything.”
I know, mom. You can thank the guy in front of us for that, was what Dawn
wanted to say to her mother but that would get her nothing but the satisfaction
of dropping the bomb. On the other hand, she would have to deal with the
fallout. Instead, Dawn forced yet another smile and took one big bite of the
food on her plate. She struggled with swallowing.
“I’m perfectly fine.” It was the hardest lie, she ever had to tell. She
continued to force the food down her throat, amazing that she had not puked
yet. Every now and then, she looked up to make sure that Cyrus didn’t ogle her
but he was completely disinterested in her, Thank Arceus. From that point, her
mother resumed that conversation from before.
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“You.” Cyrus narrowed his eyes at Dawn when he opened the door. Co*ntrary to
yesterday, he was nowhere as cheerful as with her mother, if one could even
count his utter fail at human emotions as ‘cheerfulness’.
“Yes, me. Now let me in.” Dawn snorted. She quickly looked around to make sure
that no suspecting townsfolk were present. The last thing she wanted was biased
rumors running through the region like spitfire.
“If it is about my motives for living here, I’ve already told you everything,”
Cyrus said, nonchalant as always.
“Wait! I got a friend in the International Police! I’ll make sure to make them
come here and bust you!” The bluenette pushed herself against the door, not
daring to let him off the hook again. She knew that Looker had been on the hunt
for people like Cyrus and now was the perfect timing, especially if he kept on
hiding his little secrets like this. She could also have called Cynthia but
what good would she be anyways? It was Dawn and to a lesser extent Barry, who
had taken Team Galactic down all by herself.
Regardless, she would still have to call Looker so he could take Cyrus away and
lock him up behind bars once and for all, even when he spilled the beans. Sure,
it would be a coward move but who needed honor when dealing with criminals?
This seemed to win him over as Cyrus stepped aside, letting a pleased Dawn
through. She charged into his living room, always keeping an eye on him. She
watched him adjust the multiple locks on his door. Dawn wondered what use they
were for; crime rates in Twinleaf were next to nonexistent and the closest
thing to ‘crime’ would be mischevious kids knocking on your door and run off.
But Cyrus had apparently prepared for a full-on home invasion.
“Ok, so tell me everything! How did you get from the Distortion world to my
town?” Dawn headed towards the corner of the living room, near the sleeping
Eevee. If he intended to attack her again, she would like to create as much
distance as possible. The tiny Pokémon awoke and rubbed itself against Dawn’s
leg. She would love to pet it if it was not for the obvious.
“I left,” Cyrus said, simply and shortly. Too shortly in fact and Dawn was not
pleased. Of course, he did. What did he think she was?
“I get that but how?” Dawn glared, closing the distance between them. If he had
to take her seriously, she needed to appear fearless. “You should have been
captured!”
For a brief second, Dawn wondered how much sense that made, considering that
the only Galactic member that had been captured was Charon and that was because
he was involved in other activities outside his team’s shenanigans, including
experimentation on Pokémon. Somehow Mars, Jupiter and Saturn had avoided
capture and it just occurred to her that the public never saw Cyrus’ face, let
alone heard his name. In actuality, he was the very definition of a puppet
master. That said, it did not take away from the fact that he had tried to
destroy the world. 
“Has it ever occurred to you that there are such things as second chances?” He
said, walking over the kitchen. Dawn stared intensely after him, preparing for
whatever he might could do but surprisingly, he simply kneeled down and grabbed
a bowl, likely belonging to his Pokémon. It seemed like he ha let his guard
down, perfect for a surprise attack. She already knew what happened the last
time, she tried to attack but now, she had an advantage, or so she believed.
Slowly, she made way to the corner, silent as humanly possible. At times, like
these she wished that she had a weapon.
Fuck peace, if it meant that she would save the world a second time, it didn’t
matter if she cracked a few skulls. Dawn now stood a few feet away from Cyrus;
if she reached out, she could easily touch him. Now was her moment to gain the
upper hand. She shook off all fear from before as she raised her hand above her
head, counting down from three before she took a swipe at him. But her worst
fears soon came true as Cyrus quickly moved to the side, his hand locking
around her wrist. He glared at her with his emotionless expression, although
his eyes held such a chill bitterness, that made Dawn hold her breath with
worry.
“If you do that again, you will be sorry.” He tightened his grip on her.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Dawn tried to pry his fingers of her wrist but to no
avail. As she struggled and hissed like a mad Gowlithe, she found herself
pushed against the wall. It was impossible to break free. Je was too strong. It
was exhausting to keep struggling and Dawn found herself more drained by the
minute. Slowly, she stopped struggling, hating herself for doing so. But it was
worth it if Cyrus would finally let go of her.
But the problem was, that he didn’t.
He had her captured in this compromising position where she had no escape from
his icy gaze. If he wanted to, he could stare directly into her soul and expose
her deepest secrets. It unnerved Dawn to no end, who had no energy left to
tight with. So she closed her eyes, trying ti shut out the anxiety that slowly
crept up on her. She needed to endure for as long as she could, ignoring the
dominating figure in front of her that kept her restrained at his mercy. With
no strength left to fight, he could do whatever to her; even bend her over and
take her right then and there.
She shouldn’t think such impure things so, she tried to put them away only to
realize what an effect tey had on her.
They turned her on.
Curses, she couldn’t deny the rush that raced through her body, making her
dizzy all of a sudden. She felt intoxicated and weak as the familiar cramps of
desire twisted and turned inside her, The precum from her core, soaked her
panties, and she had to bite her lip to prevent herself from saying something
undesired.
This wasn’t normal. He had barely touched her, let alone done anything to
arouse her like this. But the nasty thought of him dominating her as now did
the deed. Although Dawn believed it to be futile, she still hoped that Cyrus
would have overlooked it.
“How old are you?” He suddenly asked, sending a slew of thoughts through Dawn’s
mind.
“Why do you care?” she hissed, unable to figure out what the heck he wanted to
know that for.
Cyrus didn’t answer right away. Instead he raised his arm, taking Dawn’s with
him. He then closed in on her, inches away from her lips. Dawn was speechless,
even more so when she felt his knee between her legs. She let out an accidental
cry as he rubbed against her.
“Ah…. D-don’t!”
But her pleads was cut short of his lips upon hers, waisting no time before
Dawn could feel the edge of his tongue against hers. Letting her desires run
lose, she spread her legs apart some more. Cyrus withdrew his leg from her
tight, making her whimper in want. He stood and simply looked at her, unfazed
with what he had done to her before repeating his question.
“How old are you?”
“Seventeen…” Dawn breathed out, desperately trying to collect herself. It
suddenly felt so cold without Cyrus’ touches and she felt so disturbed by
herself for thinking that. “When will you turn eighteen?” He asked, his eyes
darting down to the tiny wet spot on his knee. Another terrible reminder of
Dawn’s depravity.
“A-about a week from now…”  And with those words leaving the edge of her lips,
he suddenly let go of her. It took Dawn a while to get accustomed to her own
body again as she slumped down the wall, her legs still trembling with want.
From the corner of her eye, she saw the Eevee drinking from the bowl in the
kitchen.
“You’re still a child,”  Cyrus said, getting Dawn’s attention once more. His
eyes followed her as she rose from the floor, pulling the edge of her skirt.
She prayed to Arceus that he’d stop staring at her. It annoyed her to no end
that she could not even guess what he was thinking, æet alone how he felt or
his motivation for anything. Especially pandering to her lust, only to
cockblock her.
“By law only. What’s your point?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Unfulfillment is reeking off from you. You may not want to
admit it but you wish for something more.”
Curses, he had seen right through her. That said, he did use a cheap shot by
molesting her like that. Regardless, he had seen her most vulnerable side. She
may had Looker on her side but he had found out about her deepest secret and
played them against her.
“Oh so now you want to rape me! Is that it?” They both knew that was a
farfetched accusation and Dawn internally scolded herself for saying something
so ludicrous.
“No. But as I mentioned before, you’re still a child and it’d be immoral of me
to continue.” Cyrus answered coldly, distancing himself from her and
dillydallying around as if nothing happened. It was really cruel of him to just
leave her hanging like that.
“…Dammit.” Dawn cursed underneath her breath, hoping that her mumbling was low
enough for Cyrus to overhear it. She straightened herself, letting go of her
meantime.
“But what if I….” Dawn trailed off, fighting for morality to take over but her
animalistic instinct had already taken over. “What if I consent?” She wanted to
kick herself in the stomach for such vile thoughts. Sure, he had exposed her
depravity but he didn’t need any more ammunition to gun her down with.
“No.” he answered dryly. Dawn remained silent, and thinking. Cyrus’ rejection
had only confused her further than to give her any answers.  Part of her wanted
to leave right away but a deep desire to stay
“What do you expect to get out of this?” She said, still backed up against the
wall. Her neves tingled with excitement when Cyrus walked right past her to the
living room, inches away from touching her. Such a prick, teasing her like
this.
“Nothing.”
“Huh? But why are you then doing this to me?”
“To kill time, I suppose.”
“Kill time? So when I eventually become legal, you’re just gonna use me as a
hobby?”
That only frustrated Dawn further. She was well aware that Cyrus was a nihilist
with a seething contempt for humanity, which was ironic because he was human
himself. But why invade her body like that and then say that he gained nothing
out of this? A lot of things could happen over the course of seven years, even
changes in philosophy, but she sensed none of that from Cyrus. He was as cold
and distant like he had always been. But what did he take her for? Sure, she
was depraved but she was var more valuable than that. Then again, this was the
same man who once said machines were better than humans. Nothing about him had
changed. Literally.
It was odd but a sudden realisation fell over Dawn as it occurred to her that
literally, nothing had changed about Cyrus. How old was he when they met?
Twenty-seven? That would mean that he was thirty-four but he looked like he
hadn’t aged at all. Not even a single strain of gray hair or a wrinkle.
Johanna’s blue hair had grayed a little over the years and wrinkles began to
appear, although she was aged forty-four. Was it really fair to compare her
mother to such a man?
“Found anything odd about my appearance since you’re staring at me?”
“You haven’t aged at all, or it may just be me?”
“You’re correct. You can thank the Distortion world for that.”
“So you’re immortal?”
A dark shadow crept over his face, although his expression remained the same.
Even if Dawn couldn’t read him, she could feel the anguish radiating from him.
She didn’t know if she should she be proud or terrified for hitting a nerve
like that without even intending it.
“No.” He said, his voice low and more grim than usual and that said a lot. An
awkward silence befell the room  This was getting beyond uncomfortable. Unlike
their first encounter, Cyrus was not busy with shoving her out the door but
instead he took a seat in a small couch, acting as if she was never there. The
Eevee jumped to the seat next to him and curled up on his lap and he sat there,
simply petting her.
To not get overtaken by frustration, Dawn crept towards the door, glancing at
Cyrus, who had still no reaction to her soon-to-be absence.
“I’m going… but I’ll be keeping an eye on you!”
“I’m sure you will.”  Cyrus said, indifferent as always.
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Instead of going directly home, Dawn paid a visit to the small lake located at
the rear end of Twinleaf. The townsfolk greeted her as usual as she found way
to her destination. She hadn’t noticed it before now, but the weather was
getting colder and she froze a bit, shivers running down her spine. Unlike when
she was younger, she didn’t move around as much now, because she didn't have a
league to conquer or a region to fully explore.
But she needed peace to think about her meeting with Cyrus and what to do with
him now. He had found dirty on her and he knew what to do in order to get her
under his spell. It was easy for him to say that he only did this as a hobby.
Of course, things couldn’t possibly be this simple. Ulterior motives were bound
to lurking in the dark.
Dawn kneeled by the pound, grabbing a small pebble and hurling it against the
surface of the water before it sank to the bottom.
A new thought entered her mind. If she gave in to his ‘demand’, could she then
turn the tables around by physically manipulate him. Cyrus may be a nihilist
but he was also human. It sounded ludicrous but it was the best way of her to
regain some control of the situation. It annoyed her that she didn’t have a
definitive plan when she was forced home by the cold.
A flyer was placed on the dinner table when Dawn returned home. She would
normally not care for such things but for the sake of morbid curiosity, she
picked it up. It showed an image of the Gym Leader Fantina, posing with a mask.
Apparently, it was a special contest that would take place in the Contest Hall,
where Fantina would not only host the entire show but also perform in it along
with some other fancy Coordinators. It seemed that the theme of the event was
masks. Like a fancy cosplay party. According to the flyer, the even would be
followed with a chill period were people could
The sound of a happy humming came from the kitchen and Johanna peeped her head
out the door, a big smile plastered over her face. “Isn’t it exciting? Oh, we
could go together!”
Dawn wasn’t too keen on the idea and she would likely have said no, seven years
prior. But for the sake of her mother, she nodded affirmative, fearing the
worst. “I didn’t know you liked masquerade parties.”
Johanna chuckled, coming out of the doorway. She sat down at the dinner table,
still smiling. “I don’t normally but I thought it could be fun.”
“Besides,” her mother leaned closer, smiling brighter. “Consider this a
birthday present.”
Oh yeah, this party was scheduled for the evening before her birthday. Her legs
suddenly shook when she thought of her meeting with Cyrus. Odd how thatwas the
first thing that entered her mind upon hearing about her eightienth birthday.
She needed to get her mind away from all these naughty thoughts. Dawn rose from
the table, ready to get some food as it just hit her that she was starving. She
could hear her mother hum behind her as the middle-aged woman happily skipped
to her bedroom. It was incredible how this party could bring such a happy smile
on her mother’s lips, considering she was never the biggest party girl in her
youth. Speaking of, what kind of party would this be anyways? Surely not a
typical party woth drugs and strong booze. Knowing Fantina, it would liktly
just be somewhat of a cocktail party with fancy dresses and drinks with a few
sideshow entertainment from Fantina. Nothing out of the ordinary.
“Dawn,” Johanna said, bringing her daughter out of her thoughts. Dawn looked at
her mother, who now stood near the front door, bag in hand. “I’m going to shop
for dinner, anything special you want?”
“Hm, how about Slowpoke tails?” That wasn’t necessarily Dawn’s favorite dish
but she had heard that it tasted great on her travels. It wouldn’t hurt to try,
now would it?
“Sound good to me!” Johanna said. She grabbed her purse from dinner table and
headed out the door, leaving her daughter alone once more.
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A week passed by without much excitement. For the time being, Dawn felt her
strong barricades slowly dissolve into nothingness, and to combat that, she
spent her time with Lucas and Barry, pretty much anything that could get her
mind off the latest encounter with Cyrus. That said, it was next to impossible
to do at night when she was alone in her bed, the primal urges of her body
being her only form of company. It was a dangerous mix, that let her hating
herself a little more, everytime she gave in. Her plan of tricking him and then
gain the upper hand was already falling apart before it truly began, wasn’t
that sad.
Dawn tried to stay away from Cyrus was much as she possibly could, without
completely ignoring him, it was not that much of a hassle as he never seemed to
left his house. On occasion, Johanna would head over to his house with
leftovers because apparently, he never went grocery shopping on his own.
Poor Eevee, being stuck in that house each and every single day. Maybe that was
why it always slept so much. Its only means of freedom was when he brought it
to Dawn’s house, where it also slept most of the time.
Therefore, it came as a surprise when Dawn was trolling on the road to
Professor Rowan’s lab, and she saw the little Pokémon nesting underneath a
tree. The little Pokémom yawned, its glossy tired ayes scanning the surrounding
area before lighting up upon seeing Dawn.
“Hey there,” she said, kneeling to pet the creature. “What are you doing here?”
The Eevee snuggled against the palm of her hand, putting two paws o her leg.
Although it looked fine, she doubted that it was safe to let it roam outside
like this, so she picked it up, making a mental note to scold Cyrus for being
so careless. The Pokémon snuggled in her arms, looking content with its place.
As it let out a small cry, Dawn noticed something surfacing beneath its fur. A
collar with a small name tag, hang around its neck. Dawn grabbed the tag,
squinting her eyes to read the writing.
“Mitsumi,” it said. Odd, if that was its name, seeing how Cyrus never referred
to it as such. But who was she to judge, it didn’t bother concern her what he
called his Pokémon. Soon, he wouldn’t even be able to see them from behind
bars. Dawn chuckled at the thought as she delayed her journey to Sandgem Town
to bring the Pokémon home. Fine, let him have his moments with ‘Natsumi’.
In reality, Dawn was not completely confident with her own plan, mostly because
ehse didn’t have what could be considered a proper plan. ‘Use my body until he
goes under’, didn’t sound too assuring and given how sensitive Dawn was
already, she couldn’t imagine how she would last, unless Cyrus just happened to
suffer from micropenis or some other arbsudity, although she doubted it. They
day of her eighteenth birthday was the day after tomorrow and by then, her
weak-willed body had to be prepared for when Cyrus decided to jump and violate
her. She was pretty sure that he’d continue to force himself on her if itwasn’t
for the fact that she was still a minor at that time. She wondered how it would
be then… if he, if they…
It was getting increasingly harder for her to concentrate on mundane things and
instead, her thoughts would shift to the image of Cyrus’ hands slipping
underneath her skirt, pulling her panties down and rubbing against herm
bringing her over the edge-
Dammit, she cursed. Once again, her primal urges got the better of her. A small
whimper reminded her that she was still holding the little Eevee in her hands.
Sighing, she put the Pokémon down, watching as it casually strolled to
Twinleaf. Finally, she could go on to visit Professor Rowan with all the data
that she had collected over the years. It was certain that he would be most
pleased.
She did wonder where he had been traveling during this time and how he was
doing it, considering her age. But Dawn remembered him as a man in his prime
but seven years could do many things to just one person. But that was beside
the point, she needed to go see him, present his data and then leave. And stop
thinking about Cyrus for once.
End Notes
     Chiri is Cyrus’ Chinese name. I intend to use his Japanese name as
     his last name.
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