Pokemon: Radiant Harem

Before the chapter, I want to thank everyone for their support, I genuinely didn't think I would make it this far, but reading your comments and support make my day, with this chapter the ending of the Hoenn saga comes closer, and I'm excited to write new chapter, once again. 

Thank you for reading!

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The mansion was still, the only sounds being the soft crackling of the fireplace and the occasional rustle of wind outside. Within the Maid Dorms, the maids were asleep, exhausted from the day's duties. 

Meanwhile, Gardevoir sat cross-legged on the floor, carefully brushing Lopunny's fluffy ears and long hair with slow, deliberate strokes.

Lopunny sighed frustratedly, holding Helena's PokeNav in front of her face. "This Gacha game is trash now. All the new girl's suck-ass. No fanservice, no rare pulls, I didn't even get any shitty equipment they give on free daily pulls—it's getting boring." She scrolled through the digital storefront lazily. "I should've saved those gems; I hate how this game has gotten overwhelmed with Gooners."

Gardevoir, as patient as always, raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps if you spent less time gambling on virtual women, you'd find more productive pursuits." She continued brushing, her massive breasts bouncing with every stroke as she continued. "And like you are one to talk about these so-called "Gooners" when you have a metallic object in your-"

Lopunny pouted and nudged Gardevoir's side. "You're one to talk about me being one to talk! You buy weird machines from shady places and spend all your money on doujinshis about GymLeaders. What even are half of those machines?"

Gardevoir's cheeks flushed slightly, though she maintained her composure. "Those devices are for… personal enrichment," she said curtly, not meeting Lopunny's teasing gaze. "Unlike your pointless games, my purchases serve a purpose."

Lopunny stuck her tongue out and leaned back until her head was nestled deep between Gardevoir's breasts. "Whatever you say, Miss' Personal Enrichment.' At least I don't have a stash of hentai bigger than my ass."

A low, rumbling sound filled the room before Gardevoir could retaliate with her trademark 'Throwing Lopunny across the room like a rag doll.'

Dune was lying comfortably on the grand sofa, Helena sprawled on top of him, fast asleep. His deep, rhythmic breathing sounded like the faintest purr.

Suddenly, a soft chime echoed in Dune's mind—a notification from his system. 

Waking up abruptly, his golden eyes snapped open as the message unfurled before him:

[SYSTEM ALERT:]

[You have entered the late stages of the Pokemon Omega Ruby / Alpha Sapphire storyline. Team Magma and Team Aqua will steal the Red and Blue Orbs from Mount Pyre tonight.] 

[The difficulty curve will increase—wild Pokemon will grow progressively stronger from now onward; remember that all your actions have consequences.]

Dune's relaxed demeanor shifted instantly, and his mind focused on the blue panel hovering in front of his face. 

Gently nudging Helena, he whispered, "Helena... are you awake, honey?" Helena stirred, blinking sleepily. "Mmm… What's wrong, Dune?" she mumbled, her head still resting against his chest.

Dune smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face with his marble-white claws. "How do you feel about a late-night date? Some cursed mountain exploration sound fun?"

Helena's eyes lit up instantly, all traces of sleep vanishing as excitement bloomed across her face at the mention of 'Mountain' and 'Cursed.' "A cursed mountain date?" she whispered, a broad grin spreading across her lips. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

She leaned forward, planting an eager kiss on Dune's snout. The sudden display of affection was observed by two horny and deranged girls, absent from Dune's touch for a while.

Lopunny scowled, lifting her head from Gardevoir's boobs. "No fair! I want a late-night date, too!" She puffed out her cheeks dramatically.

Gardevoir's eyes narrowed, annoyed by Lopunny's whining and the fact that Helena had gotten the first kiss of the night. "Control yourself, Lopunny," she muttered. "We have duties to attend to."

Lopunny grinned mischievously, using the opportunity to dive right back into Gardevoir's chest. "If I can't have a date, I'm staying right here!" she declared, rubbing her face against Gardevoir's soft and massive breasts, which made Gardevoir's eyes twitch in frustration.

Raising her hand, Gardevoir used [Psyquic] and threw Lopunny across the room, jumping off a wall and doing a front-flip, rushing to 'beat up' Gardevoir, which was just an excuse to grope the hell out of her best friend.

Ignoring the chaos behind him, Dune chuckled softly. "Let's go, Helena. We've got a mountain to climb."

The two slipped out of the mansion, entering the cool night air. As the sun set, a deep orange hue kissed the horizon, casting long shadows across the valley surrounding the mansion. 

Dune crouched slightly, signaling for Helena to climb on his back. "Hop on, sweety."

Wearing a mischievous grin, Helena grabbed a pair of aviation goggles from her gown and slid them over her eyes. "Ready when you are, handsome."

With Helena secure on his back and holding tightly, Dune spread his arms and crouched into the ground, his chin just inches from the ground.

Extending the claws of his feet and throwing himself forward, Dune's body glided effortlessly through the ground, gaining speed with every second. 

The wind whipped around them as Dune's speed increased; in just a few minutes, they had already left the PokeRanch and were still accelerating, Helena holding tightly to him.

The world blurred around them as Dune accelerated to near-supersonic speeds, the stars above streaking across the sky like lines of silver light. Helena let out a joyful laugh, her heart racing with exhilaration as she saw forests and towns come and go.

The journey was swift—within the hour, the looming silhouette of Mount Pyre appeared on the horizon as they approached Route 122 through Route 123.

As Dune and Helena touched down at the edge of the lake surrounding Mount Pyre, Helena glanced at him curiously, the excitement from their high-speed glide still bright in her eyes. "Why don't you fly more often?" she asked, adjusting her aviation goggles and bra.

Dune exhaled, his deep voice rumbling. "I glide better than I fly. If I try to fly higher than my height, my speed drops, or I crash. I'm built for fast, low gliding—I've tried flying, but anything more than just a few meters off the ground and I go like a paper airplane tossed in a storm."

Helena giggled, wrapping her arms around his chest from behind. "So you're saying you're not perfect? Shocking to see the first ever Radiant can't fly higher than most garchomp."

Dune chuckled softly. "Hey, I said I'm close to perfect as one can get without being created for it like Zoroark and Garde—I'm just not good at flying."

With the sun beginning to set behind them, Dune glides effortlessly over the lake's glassy surface. 

The sky's orange hues reflected in the water, creating beautiful scenery as they both enjoyed the intimate moment.

As they glided silently, Helena rested her head against Dune's back and let the peacefulness wash over her. "You know," she began, her voice soft and sincere as always, "I'm really grateful for everything, Dune."

Dune glanced back at her as she spoke, "I can't say I was angry when we first met, but to judge you based on my human morals would be wrong. Back then, you were a Pokemon, and I was a trainer. I've heard worse stuff happen to innocent people all the time...

"And thinking about everything that could have happened in my life back then, you did, makes me grateful. You've helped me grow… as a trainer and woman..."

"Thank you, Dune... I love you."

Helena's face blushed scarlet red after she stuttered the last words. 

Dune was also blushing. His heart swelled at her words, though he remained silent for now. His claws gripped the air currents to try not to crash from the happiness he felt.

Helena continued, her voice carrying a warmth that only Dune had ever heard from her. "Before you, I used to feel... lost. I never really liked people; even Donald sometimes got on my nerves." 

"But now, with you by my side, everything feels right. The people we've met, even if weird and eccentric, make me see just how big and beautiful the world is and how I can still hope for a better day, every day." 

"I like my place in this world, and I'm grateful for everything that has happened to me, for the better or worse, each action and each moment makes me myself."

Dune smiled. "You've always had it in you, Helena. I just gave you the push."

Their journey across the lake was serene, with nothing but the sound of water rippling beneath them. Helena tightened her grip on Dune, and he savored the feeling—her presence always brought him peace; even with all the lust in his heart, Helena's spot would never be cloudy.

They reached the shore just as the last slivers of sunlight vanished, leaving behind the dim glow of twilight. 

The entrance to the graveyard section of Mount Pyre loomed ahead, the light of candles, Pokemon, and trainers who had come to pay their respects.

Dune crouched low, allowing Helena to slide off his back. She landed gracefully, though she stumbled a little on the uneven ground. 

They began their climb along the exterior of the mountain, the cool night breeze ruffling Helena's hair. 

She clung to Dune's arm as they scaled the uneven rocky terrain, using his broad body for balance. 

After a few minutes of climbing, Helena groaned in frustration. "These stupid boobs… They're getting in the way, I don't eat as much as Gardevoir, and they got this big." She tried to adjust her grip around Dune, but every time she moved, her chest bumped awkwardly against his arm.

Dune chuckled under his breath, amused by her predicament. "I told you to pack lighter," he teased her.

Helena shot him a glare, but her smile was one of teasing. "Not all of us can hide everything in our scales; I don't even know how such a "meaty" thing can hide in plain sight." She paused, adjusting her grip once more. "And by the way, your back fin? Weirdly soft. For someone with [Rough scales], it's surprisingly... nice."

Dune stared at her, unsure if that was a compliment or a mocking; Helena then looked aside and whistled as she saw a Haunter pass them by, trying to take the attention off her.

Once Helena saw Dune was now staring at her chest, she giggled, tightening her grip again as they continued their ascent. 

The path grew steeper, and ancient gravestones scattered along the cliffs gave the entire area a haunted, eerie feel. 

"You know," Helena started as she walked to a gravestone with funny penguin steps, excited to see the old graves. "It would be nice if one of these graves starts glowing or moaning," Helena whispered half-jokingly. "You know, I once read in one of my books that Gengars like to pull pranks like these."

Dune chuckled lowly, his sharp gaze scanning the path ahead. "Really? Why moans?" he asked as he noticed the path ahead was covered in dense fog.

"Well, many occult specialists theorize on the reason, but my theory is that the stronger the spirit of a Pokemon or person is, the more inclined they are to sexual acts; that would explain why so many powerful trainers are so freaky~ fufufu~"

As they reached the upper section of the mountain, the eerie glow of moonlight began to paint the landscape white, and the sound of hovering Pokemon grew as they walked. 

Not far ahead, they could see the massive stone entrance to the sacred summit of Mount Pyre, where the legendary Red and Blue Orbs were housed.

"Oh, I never managed to walk up this tall. When I begged Donald to come and visit Mount Pyre, we were stopped by an old couple somewhere around here. I wonder what happened to them."

Helena leaned against Dune for a moment, excited to see how the shrined looked, catching her breath. "Almost there," she said with determination, brushing her hair from her face.

As Dune and Helena continued climbing Mount Pyre, their feet crunching over gravel and weathered stone, the conversation drifted toward familiar, lewd territory. 

Helena giggled, adjusting the strap of her gown as she kept up with Dune's long strides. 

"You know," Helena began with a mischievous grin as she cleaned some sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, "whenever a woman hires you as a breeder, Gardevoir gets so mad she locks herself away in her room and furiously masturbates out of spite." 

Dune laughed, the sound echoing through the misty mountain air. "That sounds about right," he replied. "I've caught her doing it a couple of times. She thinks I don't notice, but…" He gave a sly grin, the fangs glinting slightly. "Her moans are so loud even the Pokemon or girl I'm with can hear them." 

Helena laughed harder, the effort from their long climb easing briefly. "I swear, Dune," she teased, "you've got everyone wrapped around your claws." 

They reached a curve in the path when movement ahead caught their attention. Two groups of men—Team Magma in red and Team Aqua in blue—came rushing from opposite directions, their faces full of fear. They ran side by side, an unusual sight for two bitter rivals. 

Helena's playful demeanor evaporated as her senses sharpened. "Why are they helping each other?" she whispered, clutching Dune's arm. 

Dune's golden eyes narrowed, scanning the scene ahead. "Whatever they ran into scared them more than each other." 

As they pressed on, the fog thickened, swirling with an unnatural heaviness that settled deep in their bones. The air grew colder, and the unconscious bodies of more Team Magma and Aqua grunts scattered along the rocky path. 

Some lay sprawled on the ground, while others leaned on their comrades, trying to escape the mountain's fog. 

The unsettling silence was interrupted only by the occasional groan of injured grunts and the rustling of the thick fog. 

"Something bad went down here," Dune muttered, his claws flexing instinctively. 

They sprinted toward the summit, where the shrine of the ancient Orbs was located. The shrine's stone pillars stood cracked and weathered, glowing faintly under the moonlight. 

Inside, two elderly figures—an old man and woman—huddled together, their faces pale. They embraced each other as if holding on for dear life. 

The old woman's voice cracked with sorrow. "Oh no… this cannot happen." She shook her head, clutching her husband's trembling hand. "Not only the Blue Orb… but the Red Orb too… Both of them are gone." 

Her husband, barely standing, leaned on his wife for support. "The Orbs must never be separated," he whispered, his eyes filled with dread. "They belong together… or else..." 

Helena rushed to their side, gently touching the old woman's shoulder. "Please, let us help you," she said softly, still unsure of what was going on. "Tell us what happened." 

The old woman's gaze met Helena's, who seemed to recognize Helena with her tired eyes. "You… You're Mr. Devon's daughter, aren't you?" 

Helena nodded, her expression kind as Dune helped the husband stand. "Yes, I am. We'll do whatever it takes to fix this." 

The old man reached into his pocket with shaking hands, pulling out a small emblem shaped like a flame—a Magma Emblem. "This… This will get you into Team Magma's hideout," he said, pressing it into Helena's palm. "It fell from one of those grunts. Please… stop them before it's too late." 

Helena tucked the emblem safely into her bra as she comforted the old couple. After making sure they were okay, Dune and Helena left the shrine.

"Well, that's a bummer," Helena said as she took the emblem from within her bra. I wanted to see at least one possession, but all I saw was good-for-nothing grunts..." 

"Oh, look! A Dusclops is eating that guy's soul!" Helena said as she rushed to a team magma grunt who was unconscious in the ground.

Beside him, Dusclops was making strange hand movements and opening his mouth. Just as he was about to feast, Helena knelt beside him.

"Ignore me," Helena said as she stared at the Dusclops. After an awkward moment, the Dusclops turned around and left into the heavy fod.

"Bum..." Helena said, standing up and walking back to Dune, who was watching all of this unfold, trying to process what Helena was doing.

Just as she and Dune prepared to leave, a strange, haunting cry echoed from the sky above them. 

Helena and Dune looked up, scanning the foggy night sky. Their eyes widened as a colossal Pokemon loomed above them, its shadow covering the entire sky. 

The creature's wings beat slowly, seemingly made of pure darkness, filling the air with a strange, ominous hum. 

"What the hell is that…?" Helena and Dune whispered; as they heard each other, they turned their heads to stare at themselves and then at the Pokemon. 

But their words were cut short as the creature released a bright light pulse. 

Something small and glowing drifted from the sky from the dark silhouette of the Pokemon. The light dimmed, and the object fell gently into Helena's arms. 

It was a Misdreavus—its tiny, ghostly body shimmering faintly with ethereal energy. 

The Pokemon released a soft, weak cry, snuggling into Helena's arms as if it had been guided to her for a reason. 

Dune's sharp gaze remained fixed on the sky, but as quickly as it had appeared, the massive Pokemon vanished into the mist, leaving nothing but silence in its place. 

Helena looked down at the Misdreavus, stroking its soft, wispy form. "Where did you come from, little one?" she whispered. 

The Misdreavus whimpered softly, burying its face in Helena's chest for warmth. 

Dune stood beside her, his expression unreadable. "That wasn't just any Pokemon," he said quietly. "Whatever that was, I couldn't scan it, and I don't have the slightest Idea of what it is." 

Helena cradled the Misdreavus closer, feeling the weight of Dune's concern pressing down on them. "Then we better leave now," she whispered but couldn't help but smile. 

With Helena holding the tiny Pokemon on her chest, the two turned back 

Together, they walked down Mount Pyre, the tiny Misdreavus nestled safely in Helena's arms as the first pieces of the large puzzle fell into place.