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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Decadence Odyssey (Chapter 1)

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Keywords male 1269097, female 1155788, pokemon 207390, story 15355, pokemon (species) 7720, fanfiction 3388, pokemon mystery dungeon 2530, pmd 2020, fanfic 1994, bewear 134, stufful 130
Somewhere, far far out there, is a world of genuine magic and wonder scarred by the scorch-marks of fire and the gashed wounds of claws…

It is a world where beautiful flowers and trees are left to grow over abandoned towns and battlefields long quieted. It is a world where the scattered remains of flags, armor, and swords tell tales of a once thriving continent driven to ruin. But, most of all, it is a world of Lust – where passion and love drives the hearts of all who live, and in that world of Lust lived monsters…

They are not mindless and bloodied monsters, nor are they ugly and repulsing monsters either. They are small and adorable monsters, burly and handsome monsters, and even beautiful and seductive monsters too…
They go by many names with over a thousand species roaming this world; They call themselves ‘Pocket Monsters’, but - most of the time, ‘Pokémon’ rolls better off their tongues.


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Sunlight glows over a black horizon, giving color to all it could touch.

The Sun itself had not yet peeked over the horizon, yet its light was undeniably coming, and with its light did familiar things be painted familiar colors…
The trees became shades of green, the sky and lakes were consumed by vibrant blues. The ruins of towns, carriages, and farms took on a dull and dead brown, the same as the tall mountains of the land, yet they receive the warm sunlight all the same.
But, in this rising morning did a more unnatural structure take shape and color…

Standing tall and mightily on a hill – in between the forests, mountains, and ruins – was a titanic, well bloomed, and hollowed out tree. The thickness of its towering stalk was comparable to the massive buttes that stood in the deserts, and the height at which it stood could easily be seen from miles away like a massive monument to nature…
Wrapped around the gigantic tree’s trunk however was a more darker sight, however; A tall  black-bricked castle can be seen burrowed and melded into the tree’s bark like sharp, dark armor. The castle dawned flags of a sword insignia that hung from the tree’s acre-long branches, and inside the tree’s shade glowed the lights of the castle’s many windows – the homes and dens of its many inhabitants.
Surrounding the black castle was an even larger sight: A cluster of buildings – Belltowers, courthouses, plazas, churches, libraries, stations, but most importantly: homes. It was a city – a grand city, one made entirely out of the reds and oranges of clay, brick, and terracotta. Inside the many streets and buildings of this city lived it’s thousands of citizens: Pokémon...
Finally, surrounding all of this, was perhaps the mightiest structure of them all: A giant, black, and spike-ridden stone wall that protected the city, the castle, and giant tree. When the sun’s light finally cracks the horizon it shines upon the black wall. It’s an aged thing - riddled with cracks from a battle long ago and infested with natural flora seeped inside its dents, yet still the wall stood. It stood lined with many watchtowers along its rim, and stood staffed with enough Pokemon to keep everyone they hated out and everyone they protected - firmly - in…
The city stood like a walled paradise surrounded by forgotten wilds.

Its name was simple; ‘Bastion Town’: the safest city still standing in this ruin-filled world, and a lot of Pokemon hate the damn place…

It was no secret, truly. There’s plenty of reasons why they hated it; petty reasons, grudge-fueled reasons, and reasons that related more to the abandoned buildings across the continent and the cracks on it’s wall.
But, if one wanted to hear a more ‘unique’ reason to loathe the city, all they’d have to do is talk to one of the many children who lives in it…

When the morning sun finally peeked over Bastion Town’s aged wall did one of its neighborhoods get its first taste of warmth.
Inside that neighborhood stood a farm, and on that farm was a pink, dome-like house, and inside that house - staring at the peeking sun from his bedroom window - was a young, adventurous, and quite cute little Pokemon child.

That Pokemon’s name was ‘Pin’, and Pin was going to do something dangerous today…

Pin sits on his bed as he hums in though; His body is stiff like a stature, and his eyes stare through his window blankly.
He thinks the word ‘dangerous’ isn’t how most adult Pokemon would describe his plan for today. ‘Retarded’, ‘suicidal’, and probably some other very harsh words would fit that bill more. Pin didn’t know those words yet, but he knows well they are what will be screamed at him and his friends if they all ever get caught, and ever since the sun started peaking over the horizon he’s been debating if it’s even worth it…

He turns his head to his left, if only to shield his now aching eyes from the sunlight. He ends up noticing all the little things that led him to this moment…

A couple of beautiful paintings hang on the left-most wall, both perfectly framed to showcase the greatness of nature.
A slew of toys are bundled up in a corner on his floor, ranging from wood-carved knight figures to a very busted up and cotton leaking doll.
A poster of a respected but long dead warrior Pokémon was nailed to his door. They were a strong and manly Pokemon that stood on a cliff’s edge, forests and mountains could be seen behind them as they thrusted the flag of Bastion Town high towards sunrays breaking through thick clouds.
But, perhaps the biggest thing that caught his eye was -- paradoxically -- the smallest: A little, steel-forged medallion in the shape of a shield with a sword atop its crest. It was an honorable trophy given to the warrior Pokemon who risked their lives to protect Bastion Town…

The medallion isn’t Pin’s, it’s his dad’s, and his dad hasn’t been in his life since he was two…

Pin… couldn’t help but feel a heavy pit in his stomach, owning something that showed his father lived and died for – not just Pin -- but his friends, neighbors, and every other Pokemon who lives in this city, yet still Pin decides to do something so risky it could ruin the lives it could ruin the lives of them all. But then, he turns back to the window and instantly remembers what gave him the idea in the first place…

The wall; That stupid, boring-looking, world-obstructing eyesore that the Pokemon Pin respected had the brains to call ‘the greatest thing we ever built’...

Pin hates the wall.

Pin hates how boring it looks, a dull black that clashes with everything around it. From the sky, the trees, to even the painted clay buildings of Bastion Town, it always stuck out like a cancer.

Pin hates how tall it is, how it blocks out - not just the Pokemon Bastion Town fears - but nearly every shred of the outside world. Pin could never truly grasp a ‘forest’, or a ‘lake’, or even a ‘horizon’ because he’s never seen one. All he has is the tippy-top of far away mountains he was allowed to see, and even that angers him because that – and only that -- is what the Pokemon in Bastion Town’s castle made it okay for him to see.
Not a blue lake.
Not a naturally formed green hill.
Just the tip of a damn mountain.
It should be inspiring, but all it does is grow Pin’s hate beyond simple ‘hate’, and instead turns it into a plea.

Pin pleas for what the wall should be – or, in his mind, what he wants it to be: Broken. He wants to see the world beyond just textbooks and stories told by the older Pokemon. He wants to see the grand prairies, forests as tall as towers, and even the so-called ‘endless’ oceans one could see on the fabled horizon. But, perhaps most of all, he wishes he lived in a world where he and everyone he knew wasn’t so afraid out the world beyond the walls, where he didn’t have to train to be some hardened warrior just to get the chance to go out there, and where whatever happen all those years ago that caused this mess never happened at all…

Pin rubs his eyes, the sun was beginning to strain them…

He’s scared, terrified, ashamed to even be going this far - even, but at the same time he feels… a little giddy.
He’s giddy enough to go along with the plan this far. He’s giddy to let his childish imagination run wild with what could be out there. But, most of all, he's giddy enough to smile and sway his tail like an excited dog’s…
He thinks, prays even, that as long as he got to see what was out there it’d all be worth it to him…

Still, Pin knew he wasn’t going to be the only one awake in this house for much longer. So, the boy decided to look to his right this time.
A school bag full of very dangerous tools lays on his side. He keeps his ears primed and checks over his shoulder – just in case, then looks at the bag and opens it up…

Weapons, sharp knives, snacks obviously, a ripped paper just in case he and his friends needed a map, a little special something to impress them once they’re outside, all of it carefully mixed with the regular, unsuspecting school supplies. They said they didn’t need all this but Pin sure as hell wanted it. ‘What's the point of sneaking outside the walls if you’re not prepared to fight the bad guys that live out there?’ He told them.

He ties up the bag, and in a moment of quiet, prays that all this planning pays off…

“Mornin’, Pin!"

The sudden voice immediately spikes Pin’s fur! He jumps - snapping his head toward the sound’s origin, but just as quickly does he settle and frown as he hears snickering coming from his bedroom door…
“Calm down, boy! It’s just me!..”

Pin’s mother - a tall, pink and black furred bear of a lady - was leaning on the open doorframe to Pin room, a mug of what smells like tea in her big paws. She wears only a thin white ‘cover-all’ dress, a sure sign she had no thoughts other than slapping something on just to appear somewhat ready for the day. Pin’s little jump made her smile, but her shaggy pink fur and slurred speech still made her look like a mama bear who’d much rather still be sleeping…

“S-sorry,” Pin stammered a little as regained his composure, “I’m used to hearing you come up the stairs.”

“Ah no worries, mmh’ just playing with ya’~,” She says as she stretches her arms and pops some joints, all the while Pin makes sure his school bag is positioned just the right way to where it didn’t look too obvious he was hiding something in it… “Hey, I’m gonna be makin’ some actually big breakfast today since-…” She yawns mid-sentence, “-we’re gonna be busy today… You awake enough to walk?..”

Pin smiles and nods, even stretches his arms like his mother too before jumping off the bed - bag in paw. The sight raises his mom’s tail a little.

“Good boy... The quicker we get this done, the quicker we can relax… Take a bath n’ get your uniform ready. After breakfast we’ll cut down some trees, strap em’ up, head to church, then after that: school. Got it?

“Yes ma’am,” Pin answers.

“Good…”
His mother turns around to leave. In doing so she gives Pin a view he prefers not to think about right now… “Don’t keep me waitin’...” She says before heading downstairs…

Once she was far enough Pin lets out a little sigh. He never liked doing work this early but he's glad his mother came; Her words resonated with him far more than she ever meant them to.
‘The quicker we get this done, the quicker we can relax…’
‘No wussin’ out now,’ Pin thought to himself, somehow feeling both defeated yet motivated.

Pin grabs his school bag, hops off the bed, and steels his young nerves as best he can…
He takes one last look outside the window, then the badge…
He leaves his room with head high and his bag over his shoulder. His tail is wagging and mind racing …

“Just gotta make it till after school. Then… I’ll see what’s really out there…”

Pin proceeds to go through the motions of a normal day in Bastion Town…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Apologies for not getting both chapters out today. Got a nephew to watch over for a couple weeks and that put more of my focus on him than finishing up chapter 2. i should come by the weekend, at least, hopefully...

I'm just glad to finally get this out there. The first time I tried making this story it felt aimless and messy, but after careful thinking (and actually writing out a whole chapter for once instead of mostly winging it by the page) I think this version is the one I like the most. Not saying it, or the whole story, will be perfect, but at least I can comfortably say I feel proud of writing this out instead of writing the comic.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, either the story or the comic, if you did. I'm really trying my best here, and I want to make stories people can be inspired by in the future (even if it is basically furry porn with a plot).
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