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Hey there everybody! Here's that story I promised you~
First off here's a link to part 1 in chase you don't wanna sort through to try and find it.
Part 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20854051/
Second off here's a link to the original pic (done by the WONDERFUL artist
toddlergirl) so if you like it please go fav the original ^,^
Gem's Pic:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13009706/
And thirdly…
Here we have the continuation of Joey's first day at the PCA! And his first (unofficial) battle as we find out EXACTLY who this "Mr. Birch" is and why Petie's scared of him~ Who will Joey (and Petie) be fighting? What will happen at the end of the brawl? Read to find out!!
Anyway I hope you enjoy, please fav & leave a comment, and have a great day ^,^
Characters owned by me
Art done by Toddlergirl
Pokemon owned by neither of us
Now Joey, unfortunately, understood EXACTLY why Petie had been so panicked about getting to Mr. Birch’s class late… he was also pretty sure the sudowoodo got called a slightly different version of his name with one letter swapped out when his back was turned and he couldn’t overhear. Hurrying as fast as their waddles would allow the two bear cubs had gotten to the gym and changed into their workout clothes as quickly as possible. Resulting in them being two, maybe three minutes late when they’d timidly pushed open the gym door. Joey had been hoping that would be alright… in retrospect Petie’s knees shaking should have told him otherwise. The gym had been completely silent when they’d entered with the other students lined up, rather begrudgingly and reluctantly from Joey’s point of view, along one wall with all their eyes on the bear cubs… THEN the noise started.
“Well looks like you two little shits finally decided to join us.” An unpleasant voice, coming from a surprisingly unremarkable looking sudowoodo guy dressed like a stereotypical gym teacher, spat “The rugrat and the new kid, glad you could make it.” The sarcasm was thin and tinged with disgust, giving Joey flashbacks to some of the worst teachers back at his old school. Ones who felt they were better than the students or seemed to hate them and take it out on any kid who gave them an excuse. “I-I’m sorry sir I was s-sho” Petie started to stutter, the pancham guessing he was trying to explain he was showing him around… which SHOULD have been a reasonable reason to be late as far as Joey was concerned. Mr. Birch obviously didn’t agree “SHUT IT or I give you BOTH a week of detention!” he snarled, as Petie snapped his mouth shut and Joey’s flashbacks got worse.
“Get your asses in here, I need some examples for today’s lesson and you two just volunteered.” He growled, waving his bulbous, green fingered hand violently to motion the boys inside “I’ll make you run laps for being late AFTER that.” He added, for no other reason Joey could figure out but spite, as the two bear cubs fearfully scurried over to where he wanted them. The pancham just followed Petie as he found them standing in the middle of the gym… on one side of a simple rectangle with a line dividing it in half and a circle in the very center. A very basic battle arena area Joey suddenly realized after a moment of panic hampered thought. “The damn baby and the new little shit…” the sudowoodo muttered as he glared at them before focusing on Joey “I was told you just got out of the hospital or something?” before the pancham could answer though the rock type gave a chuckle that made the pancham shiver “Sucks to be you then.” Mr. Birch said bluntly before turning to the rest of the class “Today we’re covering double battles, so you two idiots are gonna be one team.” He continued, sounding less than interested in his own lesson, as he eyed the other students “So now I just have to pick which of you little shits is gonna be the other team…”
“Me! I’ll do it!” a voice snapped out as the person it belonged to didn’t bother waiting for a response to step forward. To Joey’s surprise it was a positively scrawny and INCREDIBLY short magby boy wearing a pair of glaringly fancy and out of place shades that contrasted with his ruddy t shirt and sweatpants. That didn’t keep Joey from recognizing the way the fire type was carrying himself though. It was less his body posture and more the look in his eyes… the aggression behind the gaze and the fact they were locked squarely on Joey’s teddiursa friend and not budging even as he called out to the teacher. The pancham had seen this so many time in Kelsey’s old gang fights he didn’t even take a second to realize the fire type had very personal reasons for wanting to get in on this fight. Petie letting out a groan of annoyance just confirmed this, but before Joey could even try to whisper to his friend to find out what the magby’s deal was Mr. Birch let out a short, cruel laugh.
“Nice! Always good for one of you little turds to be eager… anybody else gonna volunteer?” he asked, sounding too eager about his volunteer to have missed the malice the magby had. To Joey’s surprise nobody else stepped forward… in fact there were some open grumbles about the whole situation from the students. At his old school there was always at least a few people looking for a chance to hurt somebody, he’d kinda assumed a combat academy would be similar. In fact most of the other kids either looked annoyed with the sudowoodo or just uncomfortable with being involved with this fight… which just made Mr. Birch annoyed again. “Buncha pansies…” Joey could hear him growl before snapping his hand out “You! You’re gonna take part! Get your ass out here, you just got volunteered!” he yelled singling out… what was probably, in Joey’s opinion, the one student who looked the most uncomfortable with this.
Joey didn’t need his experience reading people to tell the tiny and scrawny (a surprising trend at this point) tyrogue was nervous as all heck. He was dressed fairly unremarkably, to Joey the outfit looked like the gym uniform of one of those prepper school back in his hometown, which just made his knocking knees, quivering lip, and fidgeting so obvious the pancham was tempted to assume Mr. Birch had singled the fighting type out intentionally. He looked like he was trying to figure out something to say to get out of it, his mouth opening and closing even as no words came out, as he timidly and slowly toddled over to them… at least till Mr. Birch lost his patience “Get over here already!!” the sudowoodo suddenly snarled as the kid scurried over in a panic, taking up a spot next to the magby… very, very reluctantly. And his reluctance proved to be a wise call when the magby suddenly grabbed his partner by the front of his shirt and dragged him down the inches needed for them to be looking eye to eye.
“The teddiursa is mine, got it?” the fire type spat, glaring hard at his teammate… who, to Joey’s surprise, looked almost relieved as the tyrogue stuttered out “G-got it.” In response. Naturally Mr. Birch looked like he couldn’t care less about that as he blandly said “Knock it off, you’re beating up the bears not each other you little shits.” This blatantly biased comment prompted more grumbles from the other students, though Joey couldn't make out what was being said, as the teacher ignore them and moved to stand between them and a little to the side, where the referee was supposed to stand for actual matches, and clearing his throat “Okay, today’s lesson is on physical fighting in a double battle situation and how it can allow you to team up on a single target and other stuff like that.” He muttered to the class, as Joey just stared blankly. The pancham struggling to believe this guy was actually a teacher… not when he sounded bored by his own subject matter! “Um…” a little voice snapped him out of it as he looked to find the tyrogue holding his hand out to him.
“M-my names Caesar… t-to a good match?” the tyrogue offered, giving a smile that looked pitifully weak and nervous… a bit like the one Joey was sure he was also sporting as he shook the offered hand and replied “J-Joey, t-to a good match.” Mr. Birch just gave a dismissive snort, at this point Joey was just hoping the sudowoodo was TRYING to be as obnoxious as possible since (despite prior experience) he never liked the idea of an adult being this terrible while still having authority, as he held up a ruddy silver looking whistle “Yeah, right, whatever. This isn’t gonna last long. Are the fighters ready?” he didn’t bother to wait for anybody to answer before blowing the whistle to produce an unpleasant, piercing note followed by him yelling out “BEGIN!” On reflex Joey brought his fists up in an orthodox boxing stance, preparing to let Caesar to come to him since his legs were still too weak to really let him try and chase down his opponents… and promptly nearly bite his own tongue as a low thrown kick crashed into one of his knees and he had to surprise a scream of pain.
Despite managing to muffle his scream Joey was pretty sure he expression made how bad that hurt him clear as his leg tried to collapse under him. Only locking it up as stiff as he could, making the pain worse, and leaning on his other leg kept the pancham from toppling over. Through all the pain and panic the battler instincts in Joey managed to get him to keep his eyes on his opponent even if he was in no condition to try and recognize the tyrogue’s fighting stance. After all Joey was too busy preparing for the worst since there was no way Caesar missed his obvious weak spot and the pancham was in no state to try and block any further attacks on his legs. So it was major surprise, even past all the pain, when the tyrogue got a shocked and horrified look on his face before scampering back a little instead of following up with another attack. Giving into his weakness and grabbing his knee with one paw to further brace himself Joey was struggling to focus past the pain and the confusion… and being grateful Caesar had backed off even if he had no idea why.
The momentary lull didn’t last long though since as soon as Joey had managed to stabilize himself on his aching leg the tyrogue slipped in into melee range. Joey only had a moment to recognize Caesar had been formally trained in some kind of martial arts from his footwork before he had to react to another kick being thrown at him, this time at his midsection… which might have been worse than his legs with all the scar tissue there. This time though Joey was on his guard and snapped his fist out with a clumsy Power-Up Punch to meet the kick and deflect it. It wasn’t enough of a blow to do any real damage but that wasn’t the point, blocking the strike was the important part… and Joey could feel the familiar sensation of the “Power-Up” portion of the punch kicking in. He didn’t get to enjoy the sensation though as he’d only managed to make Caesar bend his knee instead of knocking the kick back to the ground like he’d wanted… setting the tyrogue up to snap his leg back out with another short kick to Joey’s middle. Abandoning his Power-Up tactic Joey found himself curling up and using Comet-Punch to try and move his arm as fast as possible to block the blows as Caesar kept snapping his leg back when Joey blocked and throwing another kick at the pancham. Worse Joey had no idea what move Caesar was using since, besides the slightest hint of a dark type aura in the blow, it was incredibly generic… though that didn’t change its effectiveness one bit.
The barrage of blows finally stopped letting Joey stagger back some, trying to get out of kicking distance. He was once again left confused as Caesar backed off instead of pursuing… but he focused on regaining his footing and trying to figure out how to take the initiative and gain some momentum in the fight rather than question it. At least till the tyrogue spoke up, a big no-no in battle as Joey had learned from watching Kelsey punch people mid-speech, with a question that almost made the pancham drop his guard in surprise “… you were in the hospital cause something happened to your middle, right?” Joey just stared in shock for a moment, trying to figure out how Caesar had figured that out… before that little voice of battle experience reminded him that the tyrogue had basically been “Feeling” the pancham out. Where the panda hurt, where he was most focused on defending… and the fact Joey hadn’t managed to hide his emotions and reactions at all… it was an easy guess for somebody like Caesar to make after seeing all of that. Now hiding his shame at this realization Joey just replied with a brief nod, afraid his voice would crack and just make things worse if he spoke.
“Oh…” was the tyrogue’s only response… verbal response anyway, Joey could clearly read quite a bit more from his opponent’s expression. His eyes showed a mix of concern and pity, he was biting his lip and it was wobbling a little… so he was probably unsure or trying to figure out what his next move would be. Or something, there was a lot that was open to interpretation when trying to read somebody’s expression to figure out what they were thinking and even with his past experience Joey wasn’t confident in his guess work. Especially since body language played a big part in trying to read somebody in a match for Joey and Caesar’s… well… the tyrogue’s body languge was just about gone thanks to his rigid, formal fighting stance suppressing any of the usual tells. The fact Caesar hadn’t resumed kicking the heck out of him though seemed a good sign Joey had guessed right about the doubt… and looking closely he could see Caesar’s eyes scanning him up and down for whatever reason. It was almost like he was looking for some place Joey hadn’t been injured to hit the pancham, but that seemed like it was too much to ask for. Joey had already had his miracle today meeting Petie…
A thought that reminded him this was supposed to be a doubles match. Which, along with Caesar’s eyes drifting off to the side before going wide as the tyrogue’s jaw dropped, made the pancham look to make sure his partner was okay. Really even if he’d been told never to take his eyes off an opponent there was no way he COULDN’T look after Caesar made a face like that… and what he saw didn’t disappoint. Joey’s own jaw dropped as he watched the incredibly one sided brawl between Petie and the magby. Despite flames and smoke being spat out and fists (flame covered and otherwise) flying from the magby in fury Petie was quite plainly dominating the match! Every punch the fire type threw was smacked to the side and off the mark by Petie’s paws. Every time the magby tried to spit a special attack Petie beat him to it and punched him in the mouth or cheek, messing the attack up before it could be used. Even if the magby was the aggressor in the match Petie was leading him around by the nose… er, duck-bill thing. Out the corner of his eyes Joey could see Mr. Birch openly fuming in rage that the fights weren’t going the way he wanted, but the pancham couldn’t care less. He was too busy marveling at his new friends skills…
He couldn’t begin to imagine how Petie was predicting his opponents every move like that…
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Baby throwing a tantrum, baby throwing a tantrum, picture him as a big baby throwing a tantrum…
Petie repeated the line in his head like some kind of magic chant as he eyed Charlie (it’d taken him a bit to remember the magby’s name) as hard as he could. Ever since Rose had given him the stupid sounding advice to apply his skills at reading kids ages 4 and under to arena battling by picturing the opponent as a baby or toddler the teddiursa had been dreading putting it into practice. So he wasn’t sure whether it was shocking, amazing, REALLY concerning, or some combination of all three how well it was working. Especially with how easy it was to picture Charlie as a screaming toddler (a toddler clad in overalls bulging over a thick diaper, no shirt, and cartoon print band-aids on his elbows and arms) throwing a massive tantrum. The magby’s childish build and bratty attitude just made the mental image overlap with reality so perfectly Petie was almost tempted to giggle and coo at him… if they weren’t in the middle of a fight anyway.
Foot sliding forward, arm twitching up, hand curling up to prep a fist… the toddler was gonna flail their arm and try to hit him… Petie saw, processed, and understood this smoothly and almost as naturally as breathing. Letting him break the mental image of Charlie being a toddler to swing a claw swipe out, meet the punch the magby was throwing a little less than halfway, and knock it off course to hit nothing but empty air. Leaning back, chest and cheeks puffing up… toddler was gonna scream… er… Charlie was going to use some kind of breath move! The moment he reached that conclusion Petie briefly panicked about how to stop it… before just slugging the magby mid breath in a panic. Which proved to be surprisingly effective as Charlie made a bug eyed face (which would have meant he needed a change if he’d been a real toddler) and choked on his own move spitting out flames… followed by noxious looking smoke the second time Petie slugged him mid move.
Despite how good this new trick (should he name it? He’d just talked Jules out of trying to name his own moves a few days back so it’d be kind hypocritical) was at defense and countering Petie found himself at a loss on how to achieve the initiative with it… even if he knew it was Charlie he still had to swap out the toddler mental image for reality before he could bring himself to hit him. Either way reading him was getting easier since Petie wasn’t even having to imagine a toddler scrunching up their face and puffing up their cheeks in rage… Charlie was doing it for real. His moves were getting sloppier and more aggressive too. Rose had mentioned losing your temper in a match was a big mistake… this was just Petie’s first time being on the winning side pissing the losing side off, so it was kinda strange for him. Long as the magby didn’t have some kind of hidden trump card or do something insane the teddiursa actually felt CONFIDENT about a fight for once… Ignoring how terrifying a feeling that was Petie briefly wondered how Joey was doing… as he slugging Charlie in the cheek again and made him cough flames.
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“WHAT THE HELL!? COME ON YOU LITTLE SHIT, IF YOU LET THAT FUCKING PLUSH TOY PUSH YOU AROUND LIKE THIS I’M GIVING BOTH OF YOU AN F FOR TODAY!!!”
It was plain for Joey that Mr. Birch wasn’t happy with this turn of events… and even the other kids looked a little put off by his blatant threat as one of them, who looked to be the absolutely smallest passimian the panda had ever seen, expressed this with a “Oh COME ON!” only for the sudowoodo to snap back with a “SHUT UP OR YOU’RE RUNNING LAPS!” The teacher might have said more but a quiet “Psst!” next to him made him look… as he found Caesar trying to get attention as inconspicuously as possible. “B-before he notices us…” the tyrogue whispered timidly as Joey just had to MARVEL at how weird his first fight at the PCA had become “I d-don’t want t-to h-hurt you w-where you w-were hurt a-and just r-recovered… o-okay?” he stuttered out, trying to talk too fast and tripping over his words “S-so l-lets just f-focus o-on u-upper body… d-didn’t w-wanna do this in the first place…” he finally managed to say, looking nervous as if he expect the teacher to notice this any second now.
Now, growing up with Kelsey and her gang battles Joey was SUPPOSED to have strong opinions about going easy on a fighter out of pity… it’d been something Kelsey and her rivals scorned and looked down upon so it’d be expected Joey should feel the same… except the pancham really, really, REALLY didn’t want to get kicked in the wrong spot and have to go back to the hospital on his first day. “… ‘kay, works for me…” he muttered, putting his hands back into his defensive boxing posture to let Caesar know they could resume the fight, hopefully before anybody noticed they’d stopped. Joey also had his eyes on the tyrogue’s feet as he did this since the fellow fighting type hadn’t used anything else so far in the match. A choice Joey immediately regretted as it earned him a hard punch in the nose. Joey staggered back, experience telling him that blow was probably something that lowered his defense… even as he brought his arms up to keep another punch from landing on his face.
So Caesar apparently had been trained in punching and kicking, Joey couldn’t help but wonder if there hadn’t been a less painful way to learn that little fact as the tyrogue pounded away at his guard. Now that the blows weren’t hitting where he was weakest Joey had enough breathing room to realize that, as well thrown and skillfully done as the attacks were… they weren’t that strong. Caesar hammering him definitely hurt, especially since he could tell the tyrogue was using that move to lower defense, but the guys physical conditioning had to be bad or something since it was more like a normal type was pounding away at rather than the strong muscles of a fighting type. Which gave the pancham a possible opening as Joey flung his arms wide and away from him, knocking back a surprised Caesar’s latest punch. Before his opponent could regain his footing Joey slid as close as he could to Caesar, mental feeling ashamed as his hurt leg tried to buckle from the motion, and slammed an incredibly short Power-Up Punch into the tyrogue’s cheek. With no build up to it the punch lacked power… but judging by how shocked the tyrogue looked as he tried to scurry back from Joey it had more than enough force to outmuscle Caesar. Not that the pancham was going to let him escape mind you…
Grabbing hold of Caesar’s forearm with his extended hand as he tried to back away Joey yanked the tyrogue back toward him, throwing another short Power-Up Punch to meet the tyrogue halfway. It smacked into Caesar’s shoulder, making him wince as he yanked his arm free before he started to… spin in place? Joey had enough experience to recognize Rapid Spin, the first of the tyrogue’s moves he’d been able to place, the moment Caesar started pirouetting on one foot and rotating… and it did do what the tyrogue probably wanted by forcing the pancham to back off or get hit with a rotation powered kick… but Joey was pretty sure falling over on your butt wasn’t the proper way to end the move. Joey just stared blankly, wondering if Caesar had just started to learn that move or something. It was the first real bit of vulnerability Joey had seen from him and, watching the visibly dizzy fighting type struggling and scrambling to get back to his feet, the pancham held off attackng him because of it. The guy had been nice enough not to hammer his weakness… it was only fair Joey return the favor.
The pancham was just relieved Caesar didn’t look insulted by the mercy as the tyrogue managed to stop wobbling from dizziness and regain his footing. The two fighting types in semi-defense postures eyed each other, waiting for the other to make the next move. Joey could “Win” this, however much it counted as a win in a spar where his opponent was going easy on him, if he managed to get up close with Caesar where the tyrogue’s fancy moves couldn’t do much. Even if his opponent had some trick, other than Rapid Spin anyway, to let him fight back at that range it’d already been established Joey could take those blows and hit back harder… but if the fight stayed at any range other than point blank melee Joey would be at a disadvantage. Caesar’s kicks and punches would be able to keep him from getting off any good punches while his weak legs and crippled mobility would let the tyrogue run circles around him… so Joey just needed to close the gap. He also needed to somehow do it WITH his weak legs and crippled mobility, which is why he found himself at a loss on what to do next. So he did what Kelsey always said to do when thinking failed you in a fight… and threw himself at the opponent with all the force he could manage! At the exact same time Caesar did exactly the same setting them both up for a head on collision with each other…
Till a set of flaming fits attached to a screaming magby barreled their way through and Joey found himself clutching his gut in pain as the flame duck Fire Punched him to the ground as he charged past. Caesar’s shocked cry of surprise letting the panda know the tyrogue got the same despite technically being Charlie’s teammate. Despite the pain, more from the gut punch then the fire as Joey wasn’t sure if he needed a change now or not, the pancham couldn’t help but be confused. He’d seen more than a few people run away from fights back when he watched Kelsey’s alley brawls… and the magby had looked too pissed off to be fleeing. So if he wasn’t running away then what exactly WAS he doing? Still clutching his gut as he felt a set of paws, probably Petie, behind him trying to keep him from collapsing further Joey glanced to see the fire type had finally stopped running and spun around to face them. Suddenly a hazy memory from the first time he’d been in diapers flashed before Joey’s eyes. A memory of one of those back-alley fights that’d gone very, very badly as he realized EXACTLY what the magby might be doing…
“Oh no…”
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Charlie was FUCKING DONE with this! He’d planned to beat the stupid teddiursa till he cried to send team Pre-K a message he was coming for them. It should have been easy since the big wimp was a walking baby toy far as the magby could tell. He couldn’t be bothered to give a damn about the other cub that was with him or the idiot he’d been paired with… all he wanted was the satisfaction of punching whatever milk teeth the moron had in his mouth out and laughing as he sobbed… buuuuuut NO! The fucking teddiursa had to be CHEATING somehow! No fucking way a pathetic loser could get the upper hand on him like that! He was cheating, he HAD to be! Well Charlie was through with that, the teddiursa could burn right along with the other two! Worthless, pointless double teams be DAMNED! Lets see if he could see THIS attack coming!
Taking a massive breath Charlie could feel his tummy and lungs puff up, the familiar, pleasant tingling sensation of his body converting the air into flame, smoke, and one very important thing rippling across his torso to signal what was about to come. The tingling changed into the equally familiar burning sensation as it raced up his throat, into his cheeks, and he pursed his lips as leaned back and launched a Laval Plume, but not a normal one. Oh no, he had something special for times like this when he didn’t care WHAT he burned in the crossfire as long as he got who he was after with the attack. He fired numerous little pellets of lava all wrapped in flame and smoke up into the air. Whipping his head back and forth as he spat them out, watched them arch up in the air… and then rain back down randomly on the side of the gym he was facing. He’d seen grass types do Bullet Seed before so he figured why the hell couldn’t he do the same? Even if it took way more effort actually making the lava… well… seeing the little pools of red and flame all around the gym and hearing the shouts of panic, the damn teddiursa’s being among them…
It was sooooooooo worth it.
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The gym was a cacophony as everybody, including the teacher, was yelling thanks to the little flaming globs and smoke all over one half of the gym… not that Joey was aware enough to make sense of what was being yelled. Heck, even the burning sensation next to one of his feet didn’t bother him too much, nor did (what he assumed) Petie’s paws trying to tug him away from it. No, Joey was too busy remembering back when he was a toddler and how a numel kid pulled this same trick on Kelsey… hitting his big sis, nearly hitting him (Kelsey had stood in front of him in time), hitting Kelsey’s gang, AND hitting his own gang. The memory seemed to overlap with reality as Joey saw Caesar, the magby’s own teammate, thrashed and frantically yanked his own t shirt off since one of the flame globs had landed on it like some of the other kids had done way back then. Remembering that among the smoke, flame, and noise SHOULD have been traumatizing for Joey as a part of his mind that seem far, far away told him he should be freaking out and panicking like everybody else… but he couldn’t help but remember what had happened next. What Kelsey had done to that numel for being a friend betraying bastard. What he should do… no… what he was GONNA do to that magby!
Ignoring the flames around him and the protests in his legs from the motion Joey pulled himself to his feet and proceeded to stomp over to the laughing… the little bastard was LAUGHING! Joey had just noticed that! The pancham stomped over to the magby and pulled his arm back, savoring the dumfounded expression that flashed across the fire types face as the guy realized what Joey was about to do, before bringing the hardest Power-Up Punch he could into the magby’s cheek! The little psycho’s cheek and then his face contorted like rubber under the blow as shocked squawk escaped his duckbill, the magby staggering back… as Joey stepped forward. He didn’t know how many Power-Up Punches he’d done so far but the slight tingling in his fists said it was enough to make sure the fire type was gonna feel this… as he slammed his other fist into the bastards un-punched cheek with the start of a Comet Punch. It was a bit like working on a punching bag, punch one cheek and watch the magby sputter and wobble, punch the other cheek and watch him sputter and wobble… Joey wasn’t sure how many punches he managed to get off. All he knew is it felt surprisingly right to beat the snot out of somebody who’d done something to deserve it… Kelsey had told him that before but this was the first time he’d even gotten to test it…
“THAT FUCKING DOES IT!!!” Joey barely managed to register it was Mr. Birch yelling as he’d dropped low as if he’d fallen over… only to force himself up as fast as he could to deliver the last blow of his combo, a Sky Uppercut, to the magby’s chin. The force of the punch actually managing to LAUNCH his opponent up into the air. Unfortunately Joey wasn’t sure how far the magby flew.. since it was around that point his adrenalin rush wore off as his legs kindly decided to remind him they hadn’t recovered enough for a move like that and to ask exactly WHAT HE THOUGHT HE WAS DOING!? Joey wanted to think that not crying out in pain kept this from ruining his moment… but collapsing backwards from his legs giving out from under him and twitching in agony probably did that anyway. Biting his lip and biting back tears Joey had just enough of his sense to realize Petie had scurried over to him, the stray thought of how nice the bear was passing among the agony Joey was feeling, and to be able to make out what Birch was yelling… which didn’t do much to sooth the pain the pancham was in.
“YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE SHITS!! THEY’RE GONNA BLAME ME FOR THIS!!” the sudowoodo snarled, the sound of the other students still panicking over the aftereffects of the magby’s attacks in the background “YOU”RE GONNA CLEAN THIS FUCKING MESS UP BEFORE I HAVE TO PAY FOR DAMAGES!! ALL FOUR OF YOU! AND STOP SCREAMING, A LITTLE FIRE’S NOT GONNA DO MUCH TO YOU ASSHOLES!!” Joey just shut his eyes, not wanting to look and see if that last part was directed to the other students… he just couldn’t believe what he was hearing at this point. He could hear Petie and Caesar try and yell something in protest, and felt deeply touched that he could make out “Joey’s hurt” among what they were shouting, but Birch drowned them out with another snarl of “SHUT UP! AFTER YOU CLEAN THIS UP I SWEAR I’M HAULING ALL YOUR ASSES TO THE PRINCIPAL TO SEE IF I CAN GET YOU EXPEL-“
“THAT IS ENOUGH.”
While Birch’s yelling had been harsh and loud the new voice that boomed, almost literally, through the room was deep enough to make it sound shrill. A fact further empathized by the thick silence that was left in the commands wake. Struggling to sit up, Petie’s help doing a lot for him, Joey turned to look for the source of the voice… and found it filling the double doors of the gym. He didn’t recognize the species at all but the first thought that popped to his mind was “Dragon-Type”… though he never knew dragons could be so… fluffy. The teacher, Joey was assuming it was a teacher anyway, had light blue skin with light green accents on place likes the lower part of his face and the underside of his long, loooooong neck which seemed to add at least four feet to the mon’s height minimum. Alongside the off skin colors the adult also had fluffy white fur covering his arms almost like wings, covering what Joey could see of his legs, forming a little beard on the chin of his dragon like snout, and coming off the top of his head and cascading down into a hairstyle that looked more or less like dreadlocks. His thick and slightly rounded form was dressed like he was heading out for a jog or was some kind of gym teacher with a pair of sweatpants and a plain undershirt with a long, unzipped sweatshirt with rolled up sleeves over it. He’d look almost comical or like he should be on some kind of kids program…
If it wasn’t for his face. Past the dragon snout, little beard, dreadlocks, and a truly massive set of yellow eyebrows (which Joey hadn’t noticed before) were his eyes. Big glowing pink pits set in a stony gaze that seemed to be taking everything in the room in with silent judgment. Slowly the dragon’s head reared back, an impressive motion given his long neck, as Joey could just make out a deep intake of air… and the room got darker? Looking up the pancham’s battle experience immediately told him the dark storm cloud somehow gathering in the roof of the gym were the work of a Rain Dance… but the strange dragon had barely moved. Had he somehow done it with barely any movement… or just done it before he’d bellowed and everybody noticed him? The was a slight wooshing noise that made Joey snap his head back to the stranger… just in time to see the dragon snap his head forward in an elegant motion and exhale a thick white smoke which hit the floor hard and spread at a rapid, spidery pace. Joey realized it was a particularly cold and wet versions of Mist… just as the rain clouds began to drizzle down onto the gym.
An unpleasant hissing filled the room as the weak crackling, something Joey had missed till the room had gone silent, of the little fires the magby had started died. It took him a minute to realize the hissing was from the little gobs of lava attached to the flames rapidly cooling into harmlessness thanks to the Mist smothering it on the floor. Finally the hissing died down and the room was once again silent… as Joey looked back to the mysterious dragon with his deep eyes and his stone expression. Nervously following his gaze the pancham found it had settle on Birch… as the sudowoodo’s vicious streak and temper seemed to have vanishing without a trace as the trembling tree stood there, mouth slightly open and his hands raised defensively. “BIRCH” the dragon once again spoke, this time a distinctive growl of anger to his commanding tone as Joey looked back towards him… and promptly felt his diaper grow warm with fear as the dragon’s eyes flashed to a glowing, burning white color, his dreadlock like fur rippled upwards in defiance of gravity, and even the air around him rippled in rage (or power, Joey was too busy pissing himself to tell the different) as he bellowed out.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING TREATING STUDENTS THIS WAY!?”
It was like a bomb had gone off with the shout already being ungodly loud on its own and echoing off the gym walls and ceiling. A dim part of Joey’s conscious noted that there’d been clouds and mist filling the room BEFORE the dragon had shouted, but they were conspicuously absent afterward… the rest of Joey’s mind was too busy being terrified to realize the more terrifying implications of this. “NEVER IN ALL MY YEARS AT THE ACADEMY” the bellowing continued as the dragon moved through the gym, Joey finally getting an appreciation for how massive he was as he passed by, heading straight for Birch… who looked to have gone stiff as a board with his hands held up like he was trying to pretend he was a tree in hopes the scary dragon would go away “HAVE I EVER SEEN SOMEONE WHO CLAIMS TO BE A TEACHER TREAT STUDENTS SO CALLOUSLY, ABUSIVELY, AND CARELESSLY!! YOU WERE ON NOTICE BEFORE BUT I SWEAR WHEN THE PRINCIPLE GET WORD OF THIS, AND I ASSURE YOU HE WILL, YOU WILL BE FIRED SO FAST-“ the dragon stopped short as Birch finally topped over from the force of the yelling, clattering stiffly to the floor like a 2-by-4.
“… we’ll resume this discussion later.” The dragon said with a dismissive snort as he turned towards the boys, Joey bracing himself for the worst… only to find the swirling pools of energy that’d been the dragon’s eyes had shifted to normal eyes, with whites and pupils and everything (with the iris even being the same pink color the pits of energy had been before), sometime during the simple act of looking to them. “Are you boys alright?” he asked, his voice sounding gently… almost grandfatherly, as the dragon knelt down and looked him, Petie, and Caesar over. His long neck letting he head swivel around and look them over in a motion that would have been creepy if this wasn’t the most concern an adult had shown since Joey had gotten to class. “No serious burns despite that shirt being ruined, avoided the worst of the flames and mostly unhurt, acute exhaustion and stress…” the dragon mumbled to himself as he looked from Caesar, to Petie, to Joey, and then over to Charlie… as Joey followed his gaze and tried not to laugh. The magby was struggling to sit up and was lisping out “III kwlll uuuu” thanks to the fact all of Joey’s punches had made the fire types cheeks swell up to be adorably round. Which, thanks to his shade having been knocked off thanks to the pancham, matched perfectly with the magby’s babyish eyes to make him look ridiculous.
“… bruising, swelling, and a deflating ego-” the dragon said in a neutral tone before rising back to his feet “Alright, nothing a trip to the nurse’s won’t fix, now then as for this class…” he turned his gaze back to the rest of the class… just as the door to the gym was kicked in and two voice yelled out “WHAT’S GOING ON IN HERE!?” making Joey, and the rest of the class who’d barely recovered from the initial fright, jump in surprise. If the terrifying roar and that mist and rain stunt hadn't left him in a soaked diaper before he was certain in one NOW Joey thought bitterly as he turned to see who’d busted in. Seeing the two new mon were clad in security guard uniforms got an immediate kneejerk feeling of disgust from Joey, due to unpleasant past experiences at his old school, but that didn’t last as he got a good look at the two… and started to wonder if this kind of madness was normal for the PCA.
One of the two security guards was a tall and skinny watchog lady (with only her chest and the slight curve of her hips disrupting her thin form) who looked like she was doing some kind of room scanning pose she’d picked up from bad action movies. The other one was a shorter and broader, to the point of looking almost box like, gumshoos (he only knew the species thanks to his old principal, the one who got fired, being one) guy… who was doing a similar bit of silly posturing as he glared around the room trying to take it all in. At least until they locked eyes on the dragon “M-Mr. Pendragon sir!” they snap in unison, literally snapping into a comically overdone salute… as the Mr. Pendragon in question let out a soft sigh and rolled his eyes. “Sharon, Cedric.” he said in a polite, if unenthusiastic, tone “I was just informing Mr. Birch on how I felt about catching him abusing his students… again. That’s all. He seems to be a little stunned, could you please help him to the office so we can continue this discussion later? Preferably with the principle present.” The dragon motioned to the prone sudowoodo for emphasis prompting the two normal types to… turn and start bickering amongst themselves?
“He was at it again?”
“Ha! You owe me a soda!”
“Lucky guess, that’s all it was-“ “Ahem.” Mr. Pendragon cleared his throat once more to get them to focus back on him rather than there… side bet? Joey wasn’t sure what to make of that so he just opted to ignore it. It seemed like what would be best for his sanity at this point. Which was especially hard as he watched the two security guards get on either end and grab the still rigid sudowoodo before carrying him out of the room like a log. "Well then…" Mr. Pendragon suddenly said, snapping Joey's attention back to him in time to watch the dragon stand to his full, impressive height and turn his attention to the rest of the class “For those of you who don’t know me my name is Brandon Pendragon. I teach some of the advanced course here and work as a move tutor.” he explained, making theatrical gestures as he did so”I apologize for interrupting your lesson, but for the moment I will be taking over. Was anyone harmed by the fames or feel they need to see the nurse?” he asked, his long neck letting his sweep his gaze over the class as he looked to see if anyone raised their hand or spoke up.
Joey was genuinely surprised when nobody did since it meant the magby either had really bad aim, everybody else was really good at dodging, or they’d gotten lucky or something. “Well, good to see nobody got hurt. I’m going to be escorting the… fighters-” Joey was almost absolutely certain the dragon had just barely managed to keep himself from putting a little in front of the word fighter “to the nurse to make sure they get there alright. I trust all of you will behave yourselves until I get back.” He finished, sounding confident he could trust high school students not to cause trouble if they were unsupervised for a moment… Joey was not surprised in the least when somebody (that small passimian from earlier he noted) let out a whoop and cheer “Whoo! Free time!” or that it was followed by more than a few other students smacking and shushing him. “Get back and see if I can’t give you a proper lesson in however much time we have left I should have said.” Mr. Pendragon clarified, ignoring the groans he got “So be on your best behavior. Understood?”
The dragon didn’t wait for any protests as he gently pulled Joey to his feet. The pancham stifled a flinch at being pulled upright but found himself surprised as Petie and Caesar moved to his sides to keep him from falling back over. Despite the throbbing pain in his legs he couldn’t help but feel it’d been worth it as he watched Mr. Pendragon try to get Charlie up on his feet… only to nearly get kicked for his trouble as the swollen faced magby was more focused on trying to get up himself (and failing due to being punchdrunk, a condition Joey had seen more times than he probably should have) and slurring threats towards the three of them. The pancham considered it a testament to the dragon’s patience that he made three attempts, complete with trying to talk sense into the tantrum throwing fire type, before he opted to just grab the magby and hoist him up like the small child he was acting like and just carry him. The affront to Charlie’s dignity was made worse as Joey, and the rest of the class, watched him puff himself up in protest, apparently planning to use an attack… and only manage to cough, sputter and dribble a little magma (or maybe it was red hot drool, it was hard to tell) from his swollen mouth.
Not bothering to address the pitiful display Mr. Pendragon instead turned his attention to the other three battlers as Joey hobbled along as best he could, supported on either side by Petie and Caesar, as they were slowly herded towards the door. Thanks to focusing on his legs, and praying the throbbing pain was just them being overstressed and nothing more serious, it took Joey till they actually got in the hall to realize something horrifying. “Now, the nearest nurse’s office is-” Mr. Pendragon said, helping it dawn on Joey that if he did got to the nurse’s office for a check up there was no way he was getting out of there without Caesar and Charlie finding out about the, quite soggy he just noticed, diaper taped around his middle. He could feel his stomach drop at the idea of a psychotic brat like Charlie knowing about his condition. While he was pretty sure Caesar would understand and not tease him (and even then he wasn’t sure enough to want to let the tyrogue in on the secret) Joey was ABSOLUTELY sure the magby would probably tell everybody out of spite if nothing else. Joey felt his legs shake underneath him and threaten to give out again (this time from terror) as that scenario played out in his head… until something squeezing his arm and snapped him out of it.
The squeeze had come from Petie. Who standing next to him with the pancham’s arm slung over his shoulder to try and help support the bigger bear cub as one of his little paws tightly squeezed Joey’s arm. Looking at his friend it suddenly occurred to the pancham that Petie was in the exact same situation. It was also clear, despite his attempts to hide his panicked expression, Petie realized it too. Surprisingly this had an almost sobering effect on the pancham. While Joey had been gearing up to go into a full-on hyperventilating panic a moment ago realizing Petie’s diapered state would also be revealed made his mind shift gears to try and think of some way to get them both out of this situation. And promptly crashed right into a mental block since he was trying to shift gears on what amounted to a bike with training wheels. He had NO clue how to get out of this situation and, calmed down or not, split second creative planning had never been his strong suit. He felt panic starting to creep back as he was about to look to Petie in hopes the teddiursa was better at coming up with a way to save their padded tushies…
“But I’ll take our little, upset friend here to the other office instead, you boys can go on to the closer one.” As he paused mid-head turn to just blink in confusion, unwilling to believe Mr. Pendragon had just said that. “You’re… Joey, right? The new student?” the large dragon asked as the pancham nodded dumbly, able to see Petie and Caesar out of the corners of his eyes sporting confused looks that mirrored his own. “The I doubt you want company when the nurse checks to make sure you didn’t re-injure yourself-” the massive teacher explained, even as Joey noticed the traces of an amused smile on his muzzle and could swear his eyes glanced down briefly towards the trio’s lower halves “so I’ll trust your friends here to get you there safely while him-” Mr. Pendragon motioned to the magby under his arm, who was still dribbling drool from his swollen face as he tried to cuss them while flipping them off as hard as he could “to the other nurse.That sound good with you boys? Oh, and be careful to avoid any accidents on the way there~” the blink-and-you-missed it cheerful wink along with how he phrased that answered the question Joey had been wondering as it took all his effort to keep from flushing a mortified shade of pink.
He didn’t get a chance to check if Petie did the same as Mr. Pendragon turned and started to walk off, Charlie attempted one more slurred attempt at cussing as he furiously flashed his middle finger at them before his front end vanished from sight. Still stunned and dumbfounded Joey could only watch the two leave, numbly registering Mr. Pendragon saying something about it being a gourgeist girl’s turn to help at the nurse’s office he was taking Charlie to and a surprisingly piglet like squeal of what sounded like fear from the magby in response. He couldn’t help but remember a quote from a book he’d read a while back at the library. It was “We’re all mad here” or something similar… and Joey was getting the feeling it described the PCA far, far better than the pancham was comfortable with. So Joey could either try to grasp what had happened, but down that path lies madness, or he could focus on the more obvious issue instead. Namely that Mr. Pendragon somehow knew he and Petie were diapered… and Caesar maybe? Had he been lumping Caesar in with the bear cubs? Joey glanced at the fighting type but found no answer in the tyrogue’s baffled expression. Joey probably would have noticed while fighting the guy if he was diapered… maybe? He had been kinda distracted so he honestly didn’t know… he couldn’t exactly see the tyrogue’s lower half with the guy propping him up though.
“Um… w-what was that about?” Caesar said, finally speaking up as he turned to look at the bear cubs. Joey immediately noticed him stiffen up suddenly when Petie spoke up though “Um… n-nuthing… er… what was your name again?” the teddiursa asked, apparently addressing Caesar as Joey looked over to his friend. To his surprise Petie’s face was scrunched up in thought as he looked at the Tyrogue “Have we met? You… yu look familiar…” the normal type muttered... just in time for Joey to let out a squeal of surprise as his other side was suddenly unsupported. “I’mgonnagogetashirt!” Caesar proceeded to squeak, his voice hitting a pitch that would be comical in another circumstance as Joey remembered that the tyrogue was indeed shirtless, as he scurried back into the gym they’d just left with another squeak of “Catchupwithyoulater!” leaving the two bear cubs alone in the hallway. Somewhere in the corner of his mind Joey did notice that Caesar’s bottom WAS bulgy enough that he might be diapered… but it was an afterthought to just how much more confused this little outburst had left the pancham.
“... u-um… a-any idea why he did that?” Joey stuttered, trying to adjust his weight so he wouldn’t accidentally knock Petie over even as the smaller bear struggled to brace him. “No… and I still dun knu why he looks familiar to me either…” the teddiursa said, Joey noticing just a hint of a lisp to his voice “A-anyway, lets go get changed before he catches up!” Petie said quickly, the lisp gone as quickly as it’d been noticed. Joey just nodded, seeing the reasoning there since he didn’t know if Caesar was diapered or not. Best to be cautious and keep their secret. Luckily by now his leg had partially recovered, a good sign that there was no serious damage, and Joey didn’t have to fully use Petie as a crutch as he let the teddiursa lead him down the hallway. “S-so…” Joey stuttered “D-do you think… Caesar was wearing… ya know? Mr. Pendragon w-was kinda…” he trailed off, still uncomfortable about bringing up the subject even with the closest thing he’d had to a peer since the accident.“Dunno, wouldn’t be surprised.” Petie grunted, Joey well aware and feeling very guilty that the smaller bear was struggling with supporting part of his weight “Told you, there's a couple other freshmen in them here… will introduce you later.” Joey just nodded and focused on holding himself up as best he could as the two bear cubs stumbled down the hall in silence. At least until Joey could no longer hold back the question nagging at the back of his mind.
“Petie?”
“Yeah?”
“Is the PCA always this… this…”
“Weird?”
“... yeah.”
“Yep.”
“Oh…”
To Be Continued...
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Here we have the continuation of Joey's first day at the PCA! And his first (unofficial) battle as we find out EXACTLY who this "Mr. Birch" is and why Petie's scared of him~ Who will Joey (and Petie) be fighting? What will happen at the end of the brawl? Read to find out!!
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PCA - Bearing it All
Part 2Now Joey, unfortunately, understood EXACTLY why Petie had been so panicked about getting to Mr. Birch’s class late… he was also pretty sure the sudowoodo got called a slightly different version of his name with one letter swapped out when his back was turned and he couldn’t overhear. Hurrying as fast as their waddles would allow the two bear cubs had gotten to the gym and changed into their workout clothes as quickly as possible. Resulting in them being two, maybe three minutes late when they’d timidly pushed open the gym door. Joey had been hoping that would be alright… in retrospect Petie’s knees shaking should have told him otherwise. The gym had been completely silent when they’d entered with the other students lined up, rather begrudgingly and reluctantly from Joey’s point of view, along one wall with all their eyes on the bear cubs… THEN the noise started.
“Well looks like you two little shits finally decided to join us.” An unpleasant voice, coming from a surprisingly unremarkable looking sudowoodo guy dressed like a stereotypical gym teacher, spat “The rugrat and the new kid, glad you could make it.” The sarcasm was thin and tinged with disgust, giving Joey flashbacks to some of the worst teachers back at his old school. Ones who felt they were better than the students or seemed to hate them and take it out on any kid who gave them an excuse. “I-I’m sorry sir I was s-sho” Petie started to stutter, the pancham guessing he was trying to explain he was showing him around… which SHOULD have been a reasonable reason to be late as far as Joey was concerned. Mr. Birch obviously didn’t agree “SHUT IT or I give you BOTH a week of detention!” he snarled, as Petie snapped his mouth shut and Joey’s flashbacks got worse.
“Get your asses in here, I need some examples for today’s lesson and you two just volunteered.” He growled, waving his bulbous, green fingered hand violently to motion the boys inside “I’ll make you run laps for being late AFTER that.” He added, for no other reason Joey could figure out but spite, as the two bear cubs fearfully scurried over to where he wanted them. The pancham just followed Petie as he found them standing in the middle of the gym… on one side of a simple rectangle with a line dividing it in half and a circle in the very center. A very basic battle arena area Joey suddenly realized after a moment of panic hampered thought. “The damn baby and the new little shit…” the sudowoodo muttered as he glared at them before focusing on Joey “I was told you just got out of the hospital or something?” before the pancham could answer though the rock type gave a chuckle that made the pancham shiver “Sucks to be you then.” Mr. Birch said bluntly before turning to the rest of the class “Today we’re covering double battles, so you two idiots are gonna be one team.” He continued, sounding less than interested in his own lesson, as he eyed the other students “So now I just have to pick which of you little shits is gonna be the other team…”
“Me! I’ll do it!” a voice snapped out as the person it belonged to didn’t bother waiting for a response to step forward. To Joey’s surprise it was a positively scrawny and INCREDIBLY short magby boy wearing a pair of glaringly fancy and out of place shades that contrasted with his ruddy t shirt and sweatpants. That didn’t keep Joey from recognizing the way the fire type was carrying himself though. It was less his body posture and more the look in his eyes… the aggression behind the gaze and the fact they were locked squarely on Joey’s teddiursa friend and not budging even as he called out to the teacher. The pancham had seen this so many time in Kelsey’s old gang fights he didn’t even take a second to realize the fire type had very personal reasons for wanting to get in on this fight. Petie letting out a groan of annoyance just confirmed this, but before Joey could even try to whisper to his friend to find out what the magby’s deal was Mr. Birch let out a short, cruel laugh.
“Nice! Always good for one of you little turds to be eager… anybody else gonna volunteer?” he asked, sounding too eager about his volunteer to have missed the malice the magby had. To Joey’s surprise nobody else stepped forward… in fact there were some open grumbles about the whole situation from the students. At his old school there was always at least a few people looking for a chance to hurt somebody, he’d kinda assumed a combat academy would be similar. In fact most of the other kids either looked annoyed with the sudowoodo or just uncomfortable with being involved with this fight… which just made Mr. Birch annoyed again. “Buncha pansies…” Joey could hear him growl before snapping his hand out “You! You’re gonna take part! Get your ass out here, you just got volunteered!” he yelled singling out… what was probably, in Joey’s opinion, the one student who looked the most uncomfortable with this.
Joey didn’t need his experience reading people to tell the tiny and scrawny (a surprising trend at this point) tyrogue was nervous as all heck. He was dressed fairly unremarkably, to Joey the outfit looked like the gym uniform of one of those prepper school back in his hometown, which just made his knocking knees, quivering lip, and fidgeting so obvious the pancham was tempted to assume Mr. Birch had singled the fighting type out intentionally. He looked like he was trying to figure out something to say to get out of it, his mouth opening and closing even as no words came out, as he timidly and slowly toddled over to them… at least till Mr. Birch lost his patience “Get over here already!!” the sudowoodo suddenly snarled as the kid scurried over in a panic, taking up a spot next to the magby… very, very reluctantly. And his reluctance proved to be a wise call when the magby suddenly grabbed his partner by the front of his shirt and dragged him down the inches needed for them to be looking eye to eye.
“The teddiursa is mine, got it?” the fire type spat, glaring hard at his teammate… who, to Joey’s surprise, looked almost relieved as the tyrogue stuttered out “G-got it.” In response. Naturally Mr. Birch looked like he couldn’t care less about that as he blandly said “Knock it off, you’re beating up the bears not each other you little shits.” This blatantly biased comment prompted more grumbles from the other students, though Joey couldn't make out what was being said, as the teacher ignore them and moved to stand between them and a little to the side, where the referee was supposed to stand for actual matches, and clearing his throat “Okay, today’s lesson is on physical fighting in a double battle situation and how it can allow you to team up on a single target and other stuff like that.” He muttered to the class, as Joey just stared blankly. The pancham struggling to believe this guy was actually a teacher… not when he sounded bored by his own subject matter! “Um…” a little voice snapped him out of it as he looked to find the tyrogue holding his hand out to him.
“M-my names Caesar… t-to a good match?” the tyrogue offered, giving a smile that looked pitifully weak and nervous… a bit like the one Joey was sure he was also sporting as he shook the offered hand and replied “J-Joey, t-to a good match.” Mr. Birch just gave a dismissive snort, at this point Joey was just hoping the sudowoodo was TRYING to be as obnoxious as possible since (despite prior experience) he never liked the idea of an adult being this terrible while still having authority, as he held up a ruddy silver looking whistle “Yeah, right, whatever. This isn’t gonna last long. Are the fighters ready?” he didn’t bother to wait for anybody to answer before blowing the whistle to produce an unpleasant, piercing note followed by him yelling out “BEGIN!” On reflex Joey brought his fists up in an orthodox boxing stance, preparing to let Caesar to come to him since his legs were still too weak to really let him try and chase down his opponents… and promptly nearly bite his own tongue as a low thrown kick crashed into one of his knees and he had to surprise a scream of pain.
Despite managing to muffle his scream Joey was pretty sure he expression made how bad that hurt him clear as his leg tried to collapse under him. Only locking it up as stiff as he could, making the pain worse, and leaning on his other leg kept the pancham from toppling over. Through all the pain and panic the battler instincts in Joey managed to get him to keep his eyes on his opponent even if he was in no condition to try and recognize the tyrogue’s fighting stance. After all Joey was too busy preparing for the worst since there was no way Caesar missed his obvious weak spot and the pancham was in no state to try and block any further attacks on his legs. So it was major surprise, even past all the pain, when the tyrogue got a shocked and horrified look on his face before scampering back a little instead of following up with another attack. Giving into his weakness and grabbing his knee with one paw to further brace himself Joey was struggling to focus past the pain and the confusion… and being grateful Caesar had backed off even if he had no idea why.
The momentary lull didn’t last long though since as soon as Joey had managed to stabilize himself on his aching leg the tyrogue slipped in into melee range. Joey only had a moment to recognize Caesar had been formally trained in some kind of martial arts from his footwork before he had to react to another kick being thrown at him, this time at his midsection… which might have been worse than his legs with all the scar tissue there. This time though Joey was on his guard and snapped his fist out with a clumsy Power-Up Punch to meet the kick and deflect it. It wasn’t enough of a blow to do any real damage but that wasn’t the point, blocking the strike was the important part… and Joey could feel the familiar sensation of the “Power-Up” portion of the punch kicking in. He didn’t get to enjoy the sensation though as he’d only managed to make Caesar bend his knee instead of knocking the kick back to the ground like he’d wanted… setting the tyrogue up to snap his leg back out with another short kick to Joey’s middle. Abandoning his Power-Up tactic Joey found himself curling up and using Comet-Punch to try and move his arm as fast as possible to block the blows as Caesar kept snapping his leg back when Joey blocked and throwing another kick at the pancham. Worse Joey had no idea what move Caesar was using since, besides the slightest hint of a dark type aura in the blow, it was incredibly generic… though that didn’t change its effectiveness one bit.
The barrage of blows finally stopped letting Joey stagger back some, trying to get out of kicking distance. He was once again left confused as Caesar backed off instead of pursuing… but he focused on regaining his footing and trying to figure out how to take the initiative and gain some momentum in the fight rather than question it. At least till the tyrogue spoke up, a big no-no in battle as Joey had learned from watching Kelsey punch people mid-speech, with a question that almost made the pancham drop his guard in surprise “… you were in the hospital cause something happened to your middle, right?” Joey just stared in shock for a moment, trying to figure out how Caesar had figured that out… before that little voice of battle experience reminded him that the tyrogue had basically been “Feeling” the pancham out. Where the panda hurt, where he was most focused on defending… and the fact Joey hadn’t managed to hide his emotions and reactions at all… it was an easy guess for somebody like Caesar to make after seeing all of that. Now hiding his shame at this realization Joey just replied with a brief nod, afraid his voice would crack and just make things worse if he spoke.
“Oh…” was the tyrogue’s only response… verbal response anyway, Joey could clearly read quite a bit more from his opponent’s expression. His eyes showed a mix of concern and pity, he was biting his lip and it was wobbling a little… so he was probably unsure or trying to figure out what his next move would be. Or something, there was a lot that was open to interpretation when trying to read somebody’s expression to figure out what they were thinking and even with his past experience Joey wasn’t confident in his guess work. Especially since body language played a big part in trying to read somebody in a match for Joey and Caesar’s… well… the tyrogue’s body languge was just about gone thanks to his rigid, formal fighting stance suppressing any of the usual tells. The fact Caesar hadn’t resumed kicking the heck out of him though seemed a good sign Joey had guessed right about the doubt… and looking closely he could see Caesar’s eyes scanning him up and down for whatever reason. It was almost like he was looking for some place Joey hadn’t been injured to hit the pancham, but that seemed like it was too much to ask for. Joey had already had his miracle today meeting Petie…
A thought that reminded him this was supposed to be a doubles match. Which, along with Caesar’s eyes drifting off to the side before going wide as the tyrogue’s jaw dropped, made the pancham look to make sure his partner was okay. Really even if he’d been told never to take his eyes off an opponent there was no way he COULDN’T look after Caesar made a face like that… and what he saw didn’t disappoint. Joey’s own jaw dropped as he watched the incredibly one sided brawl between Petie and the magby. Despite flames and smoke being spat out and fists (flame covered and otherwise) flying from the magby in fury Petie was quite plainly dominating the match! Every punch the fire type threw was smacked to the side and off the mark by Petie’s paws. Every time the magby tried to spit a special attack Petie beat him to it and punched him in the mouth or cheek, messing the attack up before it could be used. Even if the magby was the aggressor in the match Petie was leading him around by the nose… er, duck-bill thing. Out the corner of his eyes Joey could see Mr. Birch openly fuming in rage that the fights weren’t going the way he wanted, but the pancham couldn’t care less. He was too busy marveling at his new friends skills…
He couldn’t begin to imagine how Petie was predicting his opponents every move like that…
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Baby throwing a tantrum, baby throwing a tantrum, picture him as a big baby throwing a tantrum…
Petie repeated the line in his head like some kind of magic chant as he eyed Charlie (it’d taken him a bit to remember the magby’s name) as hard as he could. Ever since Rose had given him the stupid sounding advice to apply his skills at reading kids ages 4 and under to arena battling by picturing the opponent as a baby or toddler the teddiursa had been dreading putting it into practice. So he wasn’t sure whether it was shocking, amazing, REALLY concerning, or some combination of all three how well it was working. Especially with how easy it was to picture Charlie as a screaming toddler (a toddler clad in overalls bulging over a thick diaper, no shirt, and cartoon print band-aids on his elbows and arms) throwing a massive tantrum. The magby’s childish build and bratty attitude just made the mental image overlap with reality so perfectly Petie was almost tempted to giggle and coo at him… if they weren’t in the middle of a fight anyway.
Foot sliding forward, arm twitching up, hand curling up to prep a fist… the toddler was gonna flail their arm and try to hit him… Petie saw, processed, and understood this smoothly and almost as naturally as breathing. Letting him break the mental image of Charlie being a toddler to swing a claw swipe out, meet the punch the magby was throwing a little less than halfway, and knock it off course to hit nothing but empty air. Leaning back, chest and cheeks puffing up… toddler was gonna scream… er… Charlie was going to use some kind of breath move! The moment he reached that conclusion Petie briefly panicked about how to stop it… before just slugging the magby mid breath in a panic. Which proved to be surprisingly effective as Charlie made a bug eyed face (which would have meant he needed a change if he’d been a real toddler) and choked on his own move spitting out flames… followed by noxious looking smoke the second time Petie slugged him mid move.
Despite how good this new trick (should he name it? He’d just talked Jules out of trying to name his own moves a few days back so it’d be kind hypocritical) was at defense and countering Petie found himself at a loss on how to achieve the initiative with it… even if he knew it was Charlie he still had to swap out the toddler mental image for reality before he could bring himself to hit him. Either way reading him was getting easier since Petie wasn’t even having to imagine a toddler scrunching up their face and puffing up their cheeks in rage… Charlie was doing it for real. His moves were getting sloppier and more aggressive too. Rose had mentioned losing your temper in a match was a big mistake… this was just Petie’s first time being on the winning side pissing the losing side off, so it was kinda strange for him. Long as the magby didn’t have some kind of hidden trump card or do something insane the teddiursa actually felt CONFIDENT about a fight for once… Ignoring how terrifying a feeling that was Petie briefly wondered how Joey was doing… as he slugging Charlie in the cheek again and made him cough flames.
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“WHAT THE HELL!? COME ON YOU LITTLE SHIT, IF YOU LET THAT FUCKING PLUSH TOY PUSH YOU AROUND LIKE THIS I’M GIVING BOTH OF YOU AN F FOR TODAY!!!”
It was plain for Joey that Mr. Birch wasn’t happy with this turn of events… and even the other kids looked a little put off by his blatant threat as one of them, who looked to be the absolutely smallest passimian the panda had ever seen, expressed this with a “Oh COME ON!” only for the sudowoodo to snap back with a “SHUT UP OR YOU’RE RUNNING LAPS!” The teacher might have said more but a quiet “Psst!” next to him made him look… as he found Caesar trying to get attention as inconspicuously as possible. “B-before he notices us…” the tyrogue whispered timidly as Joey just had to MARVEL at how weird his first fight at the PCA had become “I d-don’t want t-to h-hurt you w-where you w-were hurt a-and just r-recovered… o-okay?” he stuttered out, trying to talk too fast and tripping over his words “S-so l-lets just f-focus o-on u-upper body… d-didn’t w-wanna do this in the first place…” he finally managed to say, looking nervous as if he expect the teacher to notice this any second now.
Now, growing up with Kelsey and her gang battles Joey was SUPPOSED to have strong opinions about going easy on a fighter out of pity… it’d been something Kelsey and her rivals scorned and looked down upon so it’d be expected Joey should feel the same… except the pancham really, really, REALLY didn’t want to get kicked in the wrong spot and have to go back to the hospital on his first day. “… ‘kay, works for me…” he muttered, putting his hands back into his defensive boxing posture to let Caesar know they could resume the fight, hopefully before anybody noticed they’d stopped. Joey also had his eyes on the tyrogue’s feet as he did this since the fellow fighting type hadn’t used anything else so far in the match. A choice Joey immediately regretted as it earned him a hard punch in the nose. Joey staggered back, experience telling him that blow was probably something that lowered his defense… even as he brought his arms up to keep another punch from landing on his face.
So Caesar apparently had been trained in punching and kicking, Joey couldn’t help but wonder if there hadn’t been a less painful way to learn that little fact as the tyrogue pounded away at his guard. Now that the blows weren’t hitting where he was weakest Joey had enough breathing room to realize that, as well thrown and skillfully done as the attacks were… they weren’t that strong. Caesar hammering him definitely hurt, especially since he could tell the tyrogue was using that move to lower defense, but the guys physical conditioning had to be bad or something since it was more like a normal type was pounding away at rather than the strong muscles of a fighting type. Which gave the pancham a possible opening as Joey flung his arms wide and away from him, knocking back a surprised Caesar’s latest punch. Before his opponent could regain his footing Joey slid as close as he could to Caesar, mental feeling ashamed as his hurt leg tried to buckle from the motion, and slammed an incredibly short Power-Up Punch into the tyrogue’s cheek. With no build up to it the punch lacked power… but judging by how shocked the tyrogue looked as he tried to scurry back from Joey it had more than enough force to outmuscle Caesar. Not that the pancham was going to let him escape mind you…
Grabbing hold of Caesar’s forearm with his extended hand as he tried to back away Joey yanked the tyrogue back toward him, throwing another short Power-Up Punch to meet the tyrogue halfway. It smacked into Caesar’s shoulder, making him wince as he yanked his arm free before he started to… spin in place? Joey had enough experience to recognize Rapid Spin, the first of the tyrogue’s moves he’d been able to place, the moment Caesar started pirouetting on one foot and rotating… and it did do what the tyrogue probably wanted by forcing the pancham to back off or get hit with a rotation powered kick… but Joey was pretty sure falling over on your butt wasn’t the proper way to end the move. Joey just stared blankly, wondering if Caesar had just started to learn that move or something. It was the first real bit of vulnerability Joey had seen from him and, watching the visibly dizzy fighting type struggling and scrambling to get back to his feet, the pancham held off attackng him because of it. The guy had been nice enough not to hammer his weakness… it was only fair Joey return the favor.
The pancham was just relieved Caesar didn’t look insulted by the mercy as the tyrogue managed to stop wobbling from dizziness and regain his footing. The two fighting types in semi-defense postures eyed each other, waiting for the other to make the next move. Joey could “Win” this, however much it counted as a win in a spar where his opponent was going easy on him, if he managed to get up close with Caesar where the tyrogue’s fancy moves couldn’t do much. Even if his opponent had some trick, other than Rapid Spin anyway, to let him fight back at that range it’d already been established Joey could take those blows and hit back harder… but if the fight stayed at any range other than point blank melee Joey would be at a disadvantage. Caesar’s kicks and punches would be able to keep him from getting off any good punches while his weak legs and crippled mobility would let the tyrogue run circles around him… so Joey just needed to close the gap. He also needed to somehow do it WITH his weak legs and crippled mobility, which is why he found himself at a loss on what to do next. So he did what Kelsey always said to do when thinking failed you in a fight… and threw himself at the opponent with all the force he could manage! At the exact same time Caesar did exactly the same setting them both up for a head on collision with each other…
Till a set of flaming fits attached to a screaming magby barreled their way through and Joey found himself clutching his gut in pain as the flame duck Fire Punched him to the ground as he charged past. Caesar’s shocked cry of surprise letting the panda know the tyrogue got the same despite technically being Charlie’s teammate. Despite the pain, more from the gut punch then the fire as Joey wasn’t sure if he needed a change now or not, the pancham couldn’t help but be confused. He’d seen more than a few people run away from fights back when he watched Kelsey’s alley brawls… and the magby had looked too pissed off to be fleeing. So if he wasn’t running away then what exactly WAS he doing? Still clutching his gut as he felt a set of paws, probably Petie, behind him trying to keep him from collapsing further Joey glanced to see the fire type had finally stopped running and spun around to face them. Suddenly a hazy memory from the first time he’d been in diapers flashed before Joey’s eyes. A memory of one of those back-alley fights that’d gone very, very badly as he realized EXACTLY what the magby might be doing…
“Oh no…”
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Charlie was FUCKING DONE with this! He’d planned to beat the stupid teddiursa till he cried to send team Pre-K a message he was coming for them. It should have been easy since the big wimp was a walking baby toy far as the magby could tell. He couldn’t be bothered to give a damn about the other cub that was with him or the idiot he’d been paired with… all he wanted was the satisfaction of punching whatever milk teeth the moron had in his mouth out and laughing as he sobbed… buuuuuut NO! The fucking teddiursa had to be CHEATING somehow! No fucking way a pathetic loser could get the upper hand on him like that! He was cheating, he HAD to be! Well Charlie was through with that, the teddiursa could burn right along with the other two! Worthless, pointless double teams be DAMNED! Lets see if he could see THIS attack coming!
Taking a massive breath Charlie could feel his tummy and lungs puff up, the familiar, pleasant tingling sensation of his body converting the air into flame, smoke, and one very important thing rippling across his torso to signal what was about to come. The tingling changed into the equally familiar burning sensation as it raced up his throat, into his cheeks, and he pursed his lips as leaned back and launched a Laval Plume, but not a normal one. Oh no, he had something special for times like this when he didn’t care WHAT he burned in the crossfire as long as he got who he was after with the attack. He fired numerous little pellets of lava all wrapped in flame and smoke up into the air. Whipping his head back and forth as he spat them out, watched them arch up in the air… and then rain back down randomly on the side of the gym he was facing. He’d seen grass types do Bullet Seed before so he figured why the hell couldn’t he do the same? Even if it took way more effort actually making the lava… well… seeing the little pools of red and flame all around the gym and hearing the shouts of panic, the damn teddiursa’s being among them…
It was sooooooooo worth it.
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The gym was a cacophony as everybody, including the teacher, was yelling thanks to the little flaming globs and smoke all over one half of the gym… not that Joey was aware enough to make sense of what was being yelled. Heck, even the burning sensation next to one of his feet didn’t bother him too much, nor did (what he assumed) Petie’s paws trying to tug him away from it. No, Joey was too busy remembering back when he was a toddler and how a numel kid pulled this same trick on Kelsey… hitting his big sis, nearly hitting him (Kelsey had stood in front of him in time), hitting Kelsey’s gang, AND hitting his own gang. The memory seemed to overlap with reality as Joey saw Caesar, the magby’s own teammate, thrashed and frantically yanked his own t shirt off since one of the flame globs had landed on it like some of the other kids had done way back then. Remembering that among the smoke, flame, and noise SHOULD have been traumatizing for Joey as a part of his mind that seem far, far away told him he should be freaking out and panicking like everybody else… but he couldn’t help but remember what had happened next. What Kelsey had done to that numel for being a friend betraying bastard. What he should do… no… what he was GONNA do to that magby!
Ignoring the flames around him and the protests in his legs from the motion Joey pulled himself to his feet and proceeded to stomp over to the laughing… the little bastard was LAUGHING! Joey had just noticed that! The pancham stomped over to the magby and pulled his arm back, savoring the dumfounded expression that flashed across the fire types face as the guy realized what Joey was about to do, before bringing the hardest Power-Up Punch he could into the magby’s cheek! The little psycho’s cheek and then his face contorted like rubber under the blow as shocked squawk escaped his duckbill, the magby staggering back… as Joey stepped forward. He didn’t know how many Power-Up Punches he’d done so far but the slight tingling in his fists said it was enough to make sure the fire type was gonna feel this… as he slammed his other fist into the bastards un-punched cheek with the start of a Comet Punch. It was a bit like working on a punching bag, punch one cheek and watch the magby sputter and wobble, punch the other cheek and watch him sputter and wobble… Joey wasn’t sure how many punches he managed to get off. All he knew is it felt surprisingly right to beat the snot out of somebody who’d done something to deserve it… Kelsey had told him that before but this was the first time he’d even gotten to test it…
“THAT FUCKING DOES IT!!!” Joey barely managed to register it was Mr. Birch yelling as he’d dropped low as if he’d fallen over… only to force himself up as fast as he could to deliver the last blow of his combo, a Sky Uppercut, to the magby’s chin. The force of the punch actually managing to LAUNCH his opponent up into the air. Unfortunately Joey wasn’t sure how far the magby flew.. since it was around that point his adrenalin rush wore off as his legs kindly decided to remind him they hadn’t recovered enough for a move like that and to ask exactly WHAT HE THOUGHT HE WAS DOING!? Joey wanted to think that not crying out in pain kept this from ruining his moment… but collapsing backwards from his legs giving out from under him and twitching in agony probably did that anyway. Biting his lip and biting back tears Joey had just enough of his sense to realize Petie had scurried over to him, the stray thought of how nice the bear was passing among the agony Joey was feeling, and to be able to make out what Birch was yelling… which didn’t do much to sooth the pain the pancham was in.
“YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE SHITS!! THEY’RE GONNA BLAME ME FOR THIS!!” the sudowoodo snarled, the sound of the other students still panicking over the aftereffects of the magby’s attacks in the background “YOU”RE GONNA CLEAN THIS FUCKING MESS UP BEFORE I HAVE TO PAY FOR DAMAGES!! ALL FOUR OF YOU! AND STOP SCREAMING, A LITTLE FIRE’S NOT GONNA DO MUCH TO YOU ASSHOLES!!” Joey just shut his eyes, not wanting to look and see if that last part was directed to the other students… he just couldn’t believe what he was hearing at this point. He could hear Petie and Caesar try and yell something in protest, and felt deeply touched that he could make out “Joey’s hurt” among what they were shouting, but Birch drowned them out with another snarl of “SHUT UP! AFTER YOU CLEAN THIS UP I SWEAR I’M HAULING ALL YOUR ASSES TO THE PRINCIPAL TO SEE IF I CAN GET YOU EXPEL-“
“THAT IS ENOUGH.”
While Birch’s yelling had been harsh and loud the new voice that boomed, almost literally, through the room was deep enough to make it sound shrill. A fact further empathized by the thick silence that was left in the commands wake. Struggling to sit up, Petie’s help doing a lot for him, Joey turned to look for the source of the voice… and found it filling the double doors of the gym. He didn’t recognize the species at all but the first thought that popped to his mind was “Dragon-Type”… though he never knew dragons could be so… fluffy. The teacher, Joey was assuming it was a teacher anyway, had light blue skin with light green accents on place likes the lower part of his face and the underside of his long, loooooong neck which seemed to add at least four feet to the mon’s height minimum. Alongside the off skin colors the adult also had fluffy white fur covering his arms almost like wings, covering what Joey could see of his legs, forming a little beard on the chin of his dragon like snout, and coming off the top of his head and cascading down into a hairstyle that looked more or less like dreadlocks. His thick and slightly rounded form was dressed like he was heading out for a jog or was some kind of gym teacher with a pair of sweatpants and a plain undershirt with a long, unzipped sweatshirt with rolled up sleeves over it. He’d look almost comical or like he should be on some kind of kids program…
If it wasn’t for his face. Past the dragon snout, little beard, dreadlocks, and a truly massive set of yellow eyebrows (which Joey hadn’t noticed before) were his eyes. Big glowing pink pits set in a stony gaze that seemed to be taking everything in the room in with silent judgment. Slowly the dragon’s head reared back, an impressive motion given his long neck, as Joey could just make out a deep intake of air… and the room got darker? Looking up the pancham’s battle experience immediately told him the dark storm cloud somehow gathering in the roof of the gym were the work of a Rain Dance… but the strange dragon had barely moved. Had he somehow done it with barely any movement… or just done it before he’d bellowed and everybody noticed him? The was a slight wooshing noise that made Joey snap his head back to the stranger… just in time to see the dragon snap his head forward in an elegant motion and exhale a thick white smoke which hit the floor hard and spread at a rapid, spidery pace. Joey realized it was a particularly cold and wet versions of Mist… just as the rain clouds began to drizzle down onto the gym.
An unpleasant hissing filled the room as the weak crackling, something Joey had missed till the room had gone silent, of the little fires the magby had started died. It took him a minute to realize the hissing was from the little gobs of lava attached to the flames rapidly cooling into harmlessness thanks to the Mist smothering it on the floor. Finally the hissing died down and the room was once again silent… as Joey looked back to the mysterious dragon with his deep eyes and his stone expression. Nervously following his gaze the pancham found it had settle on Birch… as the sudowoodo’s vicious streak and temper seemed to have vanishing without a trace as the trembling tree stood there, mouth slightly open and his hands raised defensively. “BIRCH” the dragon once again spoke, this time a distinctive growl of anger to his commanding tone as Joey looked back towards him… and promptly felt his diaper grow warm with fear as the dragon’s eyes flashed to a glowing, burning white color, his dreadlock like fur rippled upwards in defiance of gravity, and even the air around him rippled in rage (or power, Joey was too busy pissing himself to tell the different) as he bellowed out.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING TREATING STUDENTS THIS WAY!?”
It was like a bomb had gone off with the shout already being ungodly loud on its own and echoing off the gym walls and ceiling. A dim part of Joey’s conscious noted that there’d been clouds and mist filling the room BEFORE the dragon had shouted, but they were conspicuously absent afterward… the rest of Joey’s mind was too busy being terrified to realize the more terrifying implications of this. “NEVER IN ALL MY YEARS AT THE ACADEMY” the bellowing continued as the dragon moved through the gym, Joey finally getting an appreciation for how massive he was as he passed by, heading straight for Birch… who looked to have gone stiff as a board with his hands held up like he was trying to pretend he was a tree in hopes the scary dragon would go away “HAVE I EVER SEEN SOMEONE WHO CLAIMS TO BE A TEACHER TREAT STUDENTS SO CALLOUSLY, ABUSIVELY, AND CARELESSLY!! YOU WERE ON NOTICE BEFORE BUT I SWEAR WHEN THE PRINCIPLE GET WORD OF THIS, AND I ASSURE YOU HE WILL, YOU WILL BE FIRED SO FAST-“ the dragon stopped short as Birch finally topped over from the force of the yelling, clattering stiffly to the floor like a 2-by-4.
“… we’ll resume this discussion later.” The dragon said with a dismissive snort as he turned towards the boys, Joey bracing himself for the worst… only to find the swirling pools of energy that’d been the dragon’s eyes had shifted to normal eyes, with whites and pupils and everything (with the iris even being the same pink color the pits of energy had been before), sometime during the simple act of looking to them. “Are you boys alright?” he asked, his voice sounding gently… almost grandfatherly, as the dragon knelt down and looked him, Petie, and Caesar over. His long neck letting he head swivel around and look them over in a motion that would have been creepy if this wasn’t the most concern an adult had shown since Joey had gotten to class. “No serious burns despite that shirt being ruined, avoided the worst of the flames and mostly unhurt, acute exhaustion and stress…” the dragon mumbled to himself as he looked from Caesar, to Petie, to Joey, and then over to Charlie… as Joey followed his gaze and tried not to laugh. The magby was struggling to sit up and was lisping out “III kwlll uuuu” thanks to the fact all of Joey’s punches had made the fire types cheeks swell up to be adorably round. Which, thanks to his shade having been knocked off thanks to the pancham, matched perfectly with the magby’s babyish eyes to make him look ridiculous.
“… bruising, swelling, and a deflating ego-” the dragon said in a neutral tone before rising back to his feet “Alright, nothing a trip to the nurse’s won’t fix, now then as for this class…” he turned his gaze back to the rest of the class… just as the door to the gym was kicked in and two voice yelled out “WHAT’S GOING ON IN HERE!?” making Joey, and the rest of the class who’d barely recovered from the initial fright, jump in surprise. If the terrifying roar and that mist and rain stunt hadn't left him in a soaked diaper before he was certain in one NOW Joey thought bitterly as he turned to see who’d busted in. Seeing the two new mon were clad in security guard uniforms got an immediate kneejerk feeling of disgust from Joey, due to unpleasant past experiences at his old school, but that didn’t last as he got a good look at the two… and started to wonder if this kind of madness was normal for the PCA.
One of the two security guards was a tall and skinny watchog lady (with only her chest and the slight curve of her hips disrupting her thin form) who looked like she was doing some kind of room scanning pose she’d picked up from bad action movies. The other one was a shorter and broader, to the point of looking almost box like, gumshoos (he only knew the species thanks to his old principal, the one who got fired, being one) guy… who was doing a similar bit of silly posturing as he glared around the room trying to take it all in. At least until they locked eyes on the dragon “M-Mr. Pendragon sir!” they snap in unison, literally snapping into a comically overdone salute… as the Mr. Pendragon in question let out a soft sigh and rolled his eyes. “Sharon, Cedric.” he said in a polite, if unenthusiastic, tone “I was just informing Mr. Birch on how I felt about catching him abusing his students… again. That’s all. He seems to be a little stunned, could you please help him to the office so we can continue this discussion later? Preferably with the principle present.” The dragon motioned to the prone sudowoodo for emphasis prompting the two normal types to… turn and start bickering amongst themselves?
“He was at it again?”
“Ha! You owe me a soda!”
“Lucky guess, that’s all it was-“ “Ahem.” Mr. Pendragon cleared his throat once more to get them to focus back on him rather than there… side bet? Joey wasn’t sure what to make of that so he just opted to ignore it. It seemed like what would be best for his sanity at this point. Which was especially hard as he watched the two security guards get on either end and grab the still rigid sudowoodo before carrying him out of the room like a log. "Well then…" Mr. Pendragon suddenly said, snapping Joey's attention back to him in time to watch the dragon stand to his full, impressive height and turn his attention to the rest of the class “For those of you who don’t know me my name is Brandon Pendragon. I teach some of the advanced course here and work as a move tutor.” he explained, making theatrical gestures as he did so”I apologize for interrupting your lesson, but for the moment I will be taking over. Was anyone harmed by the fames or feel they need to see the nurse?” he asked, his long neck letting his sweep his gaze over the class as he looked to see if anyone raised their hand or spoke up.
Joey was genuinely surprised when nobody did since it meant the magby either had really bad aim, everybody else was really good at dodging, or they’d gotten lucky or something. “Well, good to see nobody got hurt. I’m going to be escorting the… fighters-” Joey was almost absolutely certain the dragon had just barely managed to keep himself from putting a little in front of the word fighter “to the nurse to make sure they get there alright. I trust all of you will behave yourselves until I get back.” He finished, sounding confident he could trust high school students not to cause trouble if they were unsupervised for a moment… Joey was not surprised in the least when somebody (that small passimian from earlier he noted) let out a whoop and cheer “Whoo! Free time!” or that it was followed by more than a few other students smacking and shushing him. “Get back and see if I can’t give you a proper lesson in however much time we have left I should have said.” Mr. Pendragon clarified, ignoring the groans he got “So be on your best behavior. Understood?”
The dragon didn’t wait for any protests as he gently pulled Joey to his feet. The pancham stifled a flinch at being pulled upright but found himself surprised as Petie and Caesar moved to his sides to keep him from falling back over. Despite the throbbing pain in his legs he couldn’t help but feel it’d been worth it as he watched Mr. Pendragon try to get Charlie up on his feet… only to nearly get kicked for his trouble as the swollen faced magby was more focused on trying to get up himself (and failing due to being punchdrunk, a condition Joey had seen more times than he probably should have) and slurring threats towards the three of them. The pancham considered it a testament to the dragon’s patience that he made three attempts, complete with trying to talk sense into the tantrum throwing fire type, before he opted to just grab the magby and hoist him up like the small child he was acting like and just carry him. The affront to Charlie’s dignity was made worse as Joey, and the rest of the class, watched him puff himself up in protest, apparently planning to use an attack… and only manage to cough, sputter and dribble a little magma (or maybe it was red hot drool, it was hard to tell) from his swollen mouth.
Not bothering to address the pitiful display Mr. Pendragon instead turned his attention to the other three battlers as Joey hobbled along as best he could, supported on either side by Petie and Caesar, as they were slowly herded towards the door. Thanks to focusing on his legs, and praying the throbbing pain was just them being overstressed and nothing more serious, it took Joey till they actually got in the hall to realize something horrifying. “Now, the nearest nurse’s office is-” Mr. Pendragon said, helping it dawn on Joey that if he did got to the nurse’s office for a check up there was no way he was getting out of there without Caesar and Charlie finding out about the, quite soggy he just noticed, diaper taped around his middle. He could feel his stomach drop at the idea of a psychotic brat like Charlie knowing about his condition. While he was pretty sure Caesar would understand and not tease him (and even then he wasn’t sure enough to want to let the tyrogue in on the secret) Joey was ABSOLUTELY sure the magby would probably tell everybody out of spite if nothing else. Joey felt his legs shake underneath him and threaten to give out again (this time from terror) as that scenario played out in his head… until something squeezing his arm and snapped him out of it.
The squeeze had come from Petie. Who standing next to him with the pancham’s arm slung over his shoulder to try and help support the bigger bear cub as one of his little paws tightly squeezed Joey’s arm. Looking at his friend it suddenly occurred to the pancham that Petie was in the exact same situation. It was also clear, despite his attempts to hide his panicked expression, Petie realized it too. Surprisingly this had an almost sobering effect on the pancham. While Joey had been gearing up to go into a full-on hyperventilating panic a moment ago realizing Petie’s diapered state would also be revealed made his mind shift gears to try and think of some way to get them both out of this situation. And promptly crashed right into a mental block since he was trying to shift gears on what amounted to a bike with training wheels. He had NO clue how to get out of this situation and, calmed down or not, split second creative planning had never been his strong suit. He felt panic starting to creep back as he was about to look to Petie in hopes the teddiursa was better at coming up with a way to save their padded tushies…
“But I’ll take our little, upset friend here to the other office instead, you boys can go on to the closer one.” As he paused mid-head turn to just blink in confusion, unwilling to believe Mr. Pendragon had just said that. “You’re… Joey, right? The new student?” the large dragon asked as the pancham nodded dumbly, able to see Petie and Caesar out of the corners of his eyes sporting confused looks that mirrored his own. “The I doubt you want company when the nurse checks to make sure you didn’t re-injure yourself-” the massive teacher explained, even as Joey noticed the traces of an amused smile on his muzzle and could swear his eyes glanced down briefly towards the trio’s lower halves “so I’ll trust your friends here to get you there safely while him-” Mr. Pendragon motioned to the magby under his arm, who was still dribbling drool from his swollen face as he tried to cuss them while flipping them off as hard as he could “to the other nurse.That sound good with you boys? Oh, and be careful to avoid any accidents on the way there~” the blink-and-you-missed it cheerful wink along with how he phrased that answered the question Joey had been wondering as it took all his effort to keep from flushing a mortified shade of pink.
He didn’t get a chance to check if Petie did the same as Mr. Pendragon turned and started to walk off, Charlie attempted one more slurred attempt at cussing as he furiously flashed his middle finger at them before his front end vanished from sight. Still stunned and dumbfounded Joey could only watch the two leave, numbly registering Mr. Pendragon saying something about it being a gourgeist girl’s turn to help at the nurse’s office he was taking Charlie to and a surprisingly piglet like squeal of what sounded like fear from the magby in response. He couldn’t help but remember a quote from a book he’d read a while back at the library. It was “We’re all mad here” or something similar… and Joey was getting the feeling it described the PCA far, far better than the pancham was comfortable with. So Joey could either try to grasp what had happened, but down that path lies madness, or he could focus on the more obvious issue instead. Namely that Mr. Pendragon somehow knew he and Petie were diapered… and Caesar maybe? Had he been lumping Caesar in with the bear cubs? Joey glanced at the fighting type but found no answer in the tyrogue’s baffled expression. Joey probably would have noticed while fighting the guy if he was diapered… maybe? He had been kinda distracted so he honestly didn’t know… he couldn’t exactly see the tyrogue’s lower half with the guy propping him up though.
“Um… w-what was that about?” Caesar said, finally speaking up as he turned to look at the bear cubs. Joey immediately noticed him stiffen up suddenly when Petie spoke up though “Um… n-nuthing… er… what was your name again?” the teddiursa asked, apparently addressing Caesar as Joey looked over to his friend. To his surprise Petie’s face was scrunched up in thought as he looked at the Tyrogue “Have we met? You… yu look familiar…” the normal type muttered... just in time for Joey to let out a squeal of surprise as his other side was suddenly unsupported. “I’mgonnagogetashirt!” Caesar proceeded to squeak, his voice hitting a pitch that would be comical in another circumstance as Joey remembered that the tyrogue was indeed shirtless, as he scurried back into the gym they’d just left with another squeak of “Catchupwithyoulater!” leaving the two bear cubs alone in the hallway. Somewhere in the corner of his mind Joey did notice that Caesar’s bottom WAS bulgy enough that he might be diapered… but it was an afterthought to just how much more confused this little outburst had left the pancham.
“... u-um… a-any idea why he did that?” Joey stuttered, trying to adjust his weight so he wouldn’t accidentally knock Petie over even as the smaller bear struggled to brace him. “No… and I still dun knu why he looks familiar to me either…” the teddiursa said, Joey noticing just a hint of a lisp to his voice “A-anyway, lets go get changed before he catches up!” Petie said quickly, the lisp gone as quickly as it’d been noticed. Joey just nodded, seeing the reasoning there since he didn’t know if Caesar was diapered or not. Best to be cautious and keep their secret. Luckily by now his leg had partially recovered, a good sign that there was no serious damage, and Joey didn’t have to fully use Petie as a crutch as he let the teddiursa lead him down the hallway. “S-so…” Joey stuttered “D-do you think… Caesar was wearing… ya know? Mr. Pendragon w-was kinda…” he trailed off, still uncomfortable about bringing up the subject even with the closest thing he’d had to a peer since the accident.“Dunno, wouldn’t be surprised.” Petie grunted, Joey well aware and feeling very guilty that the smaller bear was struggling with supporting part of his weight “Told you, there's a couple other freshmen in them here… will introduce you later.” Joey just nodded and focused on holding himself up as best he could as the two bear cubs stumbled down the hall in silence. At least until Joey could no longer hold back the question nagging at the back of his mind.
“Petie?”
“Yeah?”
“Is the PCA always this… this…”
“Weird?”
“... yeah.”
“Yep.”
“Oh…”
To Be Continued...
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I know its been a while since this was posted, but do you ever plan on making a Part 3? Just curious 'cause I've been enjoying reading your other stories, and also reading about Joey and everything, and these are just so well written... I love them!
(Sorry if there is a part 3 already I couldn't find iiit. xwx)
(Sorry if there is a part 3 already I couldn't find iiit. xwx)
There's no need to apologize about getting wrapped up in other stuff! Take your time! Writing good stories like these must not be easy!
I really like seeing the lil panda 'mon going around and meeting more people in the same situation as he is. That's something I thought was really cute~
I'm also a sucker for adorable tiny pampered pokemon... So everything about Joey is absolutely adorabubble~
I'll be looking forward to a Part 3 in the future, take all the time you could possibly need~!
I really like seeing the lil panda 'mon going around and meeting more people in the same situation as he is. That's something I thought was really cute~
I'm also a sucker for adorable tiny pampered pokemon... So everything about Joey is absolutely adorabubble~
I'll be looking forward to a Part 3 in the future, take all the time you could possibly need~!
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