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Daybreak Hunt	By : Ephemeral_Linen Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 10624 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All tights go to Nintendo. I do not own anything related to the Pokémon franchise. I do this for fun and my own personal enjoyment and nothing else. I do not make profit of this either.

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A/N: I forgot to mention in the first chapter that this is primarily based on the games’ canon with bits and pieces picked from the anime and manga.
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. Contrary 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.
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 mischievous 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, stupid?!
“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, the second you stepped into our word!”
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 do but surprisingly, he simply kneeled and grabbed a bowl, likely belonging to his Pokémon. It seemed like he had 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 around 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 Growlie, she found herself pushed against the wall. It was impossible to break free. He 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 to 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 they 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, wasting 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. From the corner of her eye, she saw the Eevee drinking from the bowl in the kitchen, acting as if nothing had happened.
“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, let 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 have 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 skirt in the meantime.
“But what if I….” Dawn trailed off, fighting for morality to take over but her animalistic instinct had already taken control. “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 another part had a deep desire to stay, in vain hope that he’d come onto her again.
“What do you expect to get out of this?” She said, still backed up against the wall. Her nerves 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 far 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 realization 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 on 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 it.
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.
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 her 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 dirt 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.
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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 event that would take place in the Contest Hall, where she 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 by a chill period where people could mingle and do whatever.
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 on the evening before her birthday. Her legs suddenly shook when she thought of her meeting with Cyrus. Odd how that was the first thing that entered her mind upon hearing about her eighteenth 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 with drugs and strong booze. Knowing Fantina, it would likely just be somewhat of a cocktail party with fancy dresses and drinks with a few sideshow entertainment. 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 hate herself a little more, every time 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 leave 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.
Then again, was there something else? Like a fear of someone? Why else would someone keep an arsenal of locks on his front door, if he didn’t fear that someone might invade his home or keep out unwanted company? In Twinleaf where you could leave your front door open and no one would bother to rob you!
Regardless, it came as a surprise when Dawn was strolling on the road to Professor Rowan’s lab, and she saw the little Eevee resting 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 letters engraved there.
“Natsumi,” 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 or 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 she 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 absurdity, 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 it wasn’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 him data and then leave. And stop thinking about Cyrus for once.
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