104 Chapter 104

A loud grunt left the water and flying types mouth and my legs and arms felt like absolute jelly.

Good thing I I know to use my head.

Stunned from the throw and slam, Gyarados couldn't react in time as I lurched forward and slammed my forehead into his snout, right above his huge mouth.

The impact rocked not only Gyarados who flinched back, but me as well. Snout or not, Gyarados' body is rock solid all over, those plate like scales are something else.

Blood dribbled down my face from where I headbutted him and I bared my teeth in a wild savage grin while Gyarados stared wide eyed at me, absolutely shocked, "Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough son." I taunted.

I took one step forward and had to force myself not to stumble, I'm super dizzy right now. Gyarados isn't as heavy as Golem, but that huge ass body made him super hard and awkward to lift, especially with how pinned I was.

Gyarados flinched back, staring wide eyed at me still. He looked confused, perplexed, bamboozled even, stunned with fear and a bunch of other shit at once.

"You done throwing a hissy fit?" I asked with a growl, idly glancing at Gyarados' pokeball a few feet away, it had tumbled out of my hands when I made my grab for his gangs, "Or you wanna go a few rounds with me? Milotic kicked your ass and I will too, no pokemon needed." I said, raising my hands up into a loose boxing guard.

Gyarados just stared at me with wide eyes still, not a peep leaving his gaping maw of a mouth.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." I jutted my chin out threateningly, before lowering my arms and walking to to grab his pokeball.

Gyarados didn't make a move as I did.

And then once I had it in hand, I turned towards him and crossed my arms, before walking towards the huge water serpent pokemon.

This time, I'm ready to use the pokeball the second he gets violent again.

Gyarados' body contorted like a snakes and raised his head up high to look down at me warily, he was prepared to lunge either at me or more likely, away from me.

"Now, you've got no room to complain, you attacked me and Milotic, so we beat you and then I caught you, and now I've put you on your ass again myself this time," I pointed up at his face, "You're my pokemon now, got it? If you've got any problems with that, I'll kick your ass any time."

…And by that I mean I'll get one of my pokemon to do it. Because fuck it's taking all I have to keep them from shaking.

Gyarados stared at me, before noticeably swallowing and then lowering his head down to me, eyes closing and nodding in agreement, submitting to me.

"Good boy," I reached out and pat his snout, making the huge serpent freeze up for a few seconds, only relaxing when he noticed I wasn't actually hitting him, "Gimme a second, I'll get you healed up from those hits I gave you."

…Also I need Chansey out to heal me.

Like right now.

I turned away from Gyarados, my hand going down to my belt, only with how numb my arm was, I accidentally brushed over one of the other pokeballs.

In a burst of light, a large, bipedal small winged being formed out of the pokeball and Dragonite appeared in front of me, snarl on his lips and eyes narrowed into a glare.

Oh you've got to be kidding me!

Come on mate, get a fucking hold of yourself!

Dragonite howled and lunged forward at me, one clawed fist aimed straight towards my face.

Electricity exploded into existence around Dragonite's fist and I could barely follow his fist with my eyes as he attempted to punch my head clean off.

It's a good thing though-

Dragonite telegraphs his punches like a fucking toddler.

I managed to jerk my head down and just narrowly avoid the Thunderpunch attack, "That's fucking it!" I snarled and lunged forward, foot out and stomped on Dragonite's knee cap.

"Bowu!?" Dragonite gave a cry of shock as his leg buckled from the force of my hit forcing him to fall to one knee.

Coincidentally, leaving his arm open, over my shoulder and his body slumped over mine.

I spun, grabbing the arm over my shoulder and with a shout, heaved the seven foot tall dragon pokemon up into the air over my shoulder and slammed him bodily into the ground in front of me.

"You think you're hot shit son!?" I spat, keeping hold of his arm after he slammed face first into the ground, I grasped it with both arms and twisted the limb behind the dragons back.

And then I started unleashing a barrage of kicks into Dragonite's side.

I unleashed a rapid fire shot of six or seven kicks into Dragonite's side, each one feeling like I was kicking against a brick wall, probably hurting me more than Dragonite, but I made sure he at least felt it and confirmed with the grunts he let out with each impact.

Of course, something like this wouldn't be able to keep a Dragonite pinned for long, runt or not.

Dragonite recovered quick thrashed against my grip on his arm, only to roar in pain when he forced his arm back into my twist hold even more.

He learned quick though, I'll admit.

Instead of trying to wrench his arm free or hit me with the other, Dragonite lifted his long tail up and tried to slam it into me from behind.

I saw it coming and juked to the side and let the tail slam into Dragonite's own back, slamming him back into the ground.

Fast learning or not, he wasn't very coordinated for sure.

A perfect opportunity.

I jumped on Dragonite's back, one hand going over his head while the other wrapped around his neck, "You think you're tough cuz' you're a Dragonite mate? I've met a Bellsprout that could clap you." I taunted, sqieezing on his throat.

Granted, it was my own Bellsprout that trained under heavy gravity, but still a Bellsprout!

Dragonite thrashed madly under my grip and shot up to his full height, lofting me into the air, "Drooo!" he roared and shook back and froth widely trying to dislodge me.

I let go of his head with one arm and Dragonite took that chance to pull his head forward.

But I didn't let go for no reason.

I caught both feelers on top of his head and yanked on them like a bitches hair.

A surprised squeal of pain left Dragonite's mouth and he toppled back in surprise.

Huh, guess they're sensitive.

I took the chance to jump off his back and spin around him while he shook himself off and tried to recover.

My arms came out and I unleashed a rapid 1-2 jab combo into his stomach. My knuckles cracked from the force and I felt the bones creak, but ignored it.

Adrenaline for the win.

Despite how durable Dragonite's body is, I still went straight for where his solar plexus is more or less.

A gasp of pain and air erupted from Dragonite's mouth and he doubled over, bringing his head just down enough for me as I came in with a full on heavy haymaker straight to his cheek, "Sit down!" I snarled myself, slamming my fist into his cheek.

Despite his size, weight, bulk and immensely durable scales, Dragonite slammed into the ground, hard.

'Fuck!' I screamed internally.

My fist was flaring in agony. I think I just broke my knuckles and my fucking wrist with that. And now that I look at my arms in general, they're all red and oozing blood.

His fucking scales tore my skin just from rubbing against me too hard. Fucking hell, pokemon with Rough Skin must be able to slice and dice at a gentle touch at this rate.

And yet despite all the hits I just laid into Dragonite, he didn't even seem hurt, just stunned and was laying on his side, staring at me gobsmacked, wide eyed in astonishment.

"You might be a Dragonite, but you're nothing impressive right now," I huffed, and sat down cross legged while grabbing a pokeball from my belt…and I just realised I'd dropped Gyarados' pokeball…again, "Most of my pokemon are stronger than you, hell never mind them I just laid you out."

Dragonite continued staring at me wide eyed before my words registered and a growl rumbled from between his lips.

"Oh shut up, you're a weakling right now, get over it," I scoffed, grabbing his snout with my palm and muffling his growl, "And I get it, you wanna be the toughest guy around, but you're not, you're a runt compared to those other Dragonite and you can't even come close to them in strength."

Dragonite gave me another shocked look, before his eyes narrowed, "Don't look at me like that or I'll beat your ass again," I threatened, making the dragon type blink, "But, don't worry about that, you might be a weakling right now, but you're my pokemon now. So one day in the future, you'll be the strongest Dragonite in the world, so just shut up and do what I tell ya' kaapesh?"

I lifted my hand from Dragonite's face and he just stared blankly, before sighing and nodding.

Just like Gyarados before him, the dragon and flying type submitted to my authority.

'Right, now I need to let Chansey out to heal me.' I thought, doing my level best to ignore the throbbing pain coming from my wrist and knuckles.

Fucking brick wall scales man.

I grabbed Gyarados' pokeball and attached it to my belt, before reaching down to grab Chansey's pokeball.

I paused just before I did though.

And instead I grabbed the pokeball at the end, the newest addition to my team as of tonight.

'I may as well go three for three.' I huffed, enlarging the ball and pressing the button in the middle, unleashing the pokemon within.

Blastoise appeared in front of me a second later, the bright light of the pokeball dying down to reveal his form. The huge turtle pokemon shook his head, gaining his bearings after being sent out of a pokeball for the first time before looking at me, eyes narrowing, "Blaaa-" he began rumbling at me, only to cut himself off and look around.

At the Dragonite curled up on his side just a few feet away and the huge wide eyed Gyarados that was curled up and waiting nice and docile.

"So, what about you big guy?" I grinned at the water type.

Hmm, I think the blood coming from my forehead has dribbled into my mouth, cuz I taste blood.

Hope it hasn't stained my teeth.

Blastoise looked at me, before looking at Dragonite and then Gyarados again, then back to me.

"Blast." Blastoise shrugged, raising both hands up placantingly and then sat down on his haunches.

Quite an agreeable guy really.

Why couldn't Gyarados and Dragonite be like that?

"Good on you." I nodded.

Now that this has been taken care of, I really need to heal up, "Come on out Chansey." I called, taking her pokeball from my belt and releasing her.

I smiled at her as she appeared in front of me, "Hey girl can you heal me up I think I kinda bro-"

Chansey had a genial smile on her face as she appeared, and had one right up until she cut me off with a slap to the face that lifted me bodily off my feet and downed me a second later.

I groaned in pain, my cheek smarting.

Then groaned in relief as a familiar pink energy suffused my body and began healing me, "Chanse- chans chansey! Chans chans chans!" I didn't get to enjoy it fully though.

Because Chansey was not happy with me and took the time to scold me, a disappointed look on her face and a cute angry frown.

Ack, my heart hurts.

"I'm sorry!" I apologised.

I don't know what I did wrong.

But I'm totally sorry!