Iridescent Wings Morty/Falkner

By Sharpened Moonlight,

Rated: NC-17 (Mainly for Later Chapters)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Pokemon, including it's games, movies, tv series, merchandise, and anything else of that sort. If I did, maybe some of the new pokemon wouldn't suck so much.

Episode 1: Filling the Shoes Left Before Me

In this world, there are mystical beings known to us as pokemon. These pokemon can bring joy and purpose into a person's life, become life-long friends and partners, and can do incredible things for their loving masters. Over time, pokemon training has become an even bigger fad than anyone could've predicted, as it has become an irrevocable aspect of the country, in every region and every town. Thus, the Pokemon League has gained incredible power and influence in today's society. Scattered over eight various towns in each region are pokemon gyms, places solely dedicated to the battling of pokemon between trainers of all walks of life. Each of these eight gyms are entrusted to a single trainer, that person becoming the gym leader, devoting their entire life to testing the trainers that choose to challenge them, giving victorious trainers badges to eternally attest to their strength, intelligence, and love of pokemon. This is the reason that the Pokemon League exists.

When a successful gym exists for as long as the bird-type one in Violet City does, it becomes the town's pride and joy. So when a leader retires, the brief period between leaders is a devastatingly sorrowful period. It is even more so if the leader dies unexpectedly, as happened a year ago to the aforementioned city. But after a year of quiet and dull existence, the city was finally reclaiming its position among the Johto Pokemon League as the Violet City Bird Pokemon Gym.

Slowly, a blue-haired teen walked into the building that would be called his workplace and secondary home for most likely the rest of his very existence. Each step made a loud echo through the deserted gym. Falkner surveyed his surroundings, feeling quite insignificant and unqualified for the job that he had been thrust into. The gym was far from unfamiliar to him, but he was used to seeing it as a sort of play area, watching his father defend the pride of Violet and its winged guardians. But now, it was up to him to protect Violet City's honor as the new gym leader in place of his father.

Father. The thought created a tear in Falkner's eye as he thought back to the man that had been his idol for almost all of his short fifteen years of existence. Though he was alone, the teen quickly wiped away the tear, disappointed that they span of a year couldn't prepare him for the nostalgia of returning to where his father had lived as the Violet City Gym Leader, the representative of the town.

Turning on the lights, a shine illuminated the dusty forgotten building. Moving over to the control panel, Falkner examined the machinery of the gym's maze and traps. Everything seemed to be fully operational, so Falkner deemed his maintenance done for now and shut off the moving machines. Shuffling into the back room of the gym, he went to a desk with a container beside it that held six pokeballs. Only four of the six were currently in use, and only two of those four were occupied at the moment. These would be his partners in his efforts to succeed his father and preserve his good name. Falkner grabbed one of the familiar pokeballs and examined it apprehensively for a moment. Tossing the red and white sphere into the air, he called his father's former partner's name and watched as a red light outlined a well-known figure. The bird shot out from the light and lowered itself to the ground, glancing at the boy.

"Okay Pidgeot," the teen said, brushing his cobalt bangs aside. "You ready to start your first day back in business?"

The bird let out a cry of agreement and shot into the air above Falkner as the duo exited the gym. After locking the door firmly behind him, Falkner slid his bag over his shoulders and adjusted his wristbands.

As the bird pokemon descended in front of the boy, Falkner slowly hopped up on the nostalgic feathered back of the strong and beautiful pokemon. The bird shuffled for a moment, reacquainting itself to having a passenger. Falkner patted its incredibly soft plumage reassuringly and the bird turned its head to its master, awaiting his orders.

"Well, I guess we'd better get going if we don't wanna be late to our first meeting with the Pokemon League!"

With that, Pidgeot lifted its powerful wings and took off, soaring high up into the sky toward Ecruteak.

A man looked up as the Pidgeot and its trainer descended toward the ground, though most of the passerby just continued their daily routines without pause. Touching ground beside the Pokemon Center, Falkner climbed down from the bird and surveyed the surroundings of Ecruteak. Its surroundings seemed even more somber than Violet's, which he found slightly surprising. Although he had been to Ecruteak City several times as a child with his father, this was the first time in several years that he had been to the city. The leader aptitude tests were at a different location, so Falkner hadn't seen the historic dwelling in a long while. The same went for the leaders. It had been ages since he had seen the faces of any of his soon to be coworkers, not that he knew any of them on a personal basis anyway. The boy paused for a minute and wondered how many gyms had changed leaders since he was last in Ecruteak. He hoped that he wouldn't be the only kid there. Then, calling to Pidgeot, he walked through town to the Johto Pokemon League meeting building that stood on the outskirts of the old town.

"Ah! It's been a while, Falkner! How's the mother doing?"

"Man! Last time I saw you must've been six years ago! You're growing like a weed"

"Finally stepping up to fill the old man's shoes, I see. Good for you."

Falkner walked through the doors hearing comments like that from people who he either very vaguely remembered or didn't know at all. Shaking hands and answering politely, Falkner worked his way through the crowd as he tried to ignore as many people as he could. His initial plan was to be as inconspicuous as possible to avoid meaningless chatter from people who he couldn't care less about. But that plan fell apart as soon as he entered the building and was spotted by a long-time friend of his father's.

The reason behind Falkner's actions weren't simply because he was antisocial. Yes, he was claustrophobic, and yes, he wasn't exactly a social Butterfree. But his real motivation was because he wanted to avoid as many thoughts of his father as possible. Something he never understood was how adults were always comparing kids to their parents. Just because the children were a product of their parents didn't mean that they had to be exactly like them. He hated it when people equated him to his father. Falkner loved his father very much, but he was not him, nor had he ever attested to be. Falkner was his own individual, nobody else. But for some reason everyone always insists on having him measure up to his father. And the fact that he had taken up his father's profession didn't help with this dilemma.

Walking into the meeting room, Falkner saw that he was one of the last to arrive. Out of the eight seats designated for the leaders, five of them were already taken. Falkner looked around cautiously, examining his fellow gym leaders as they examined him. The teen was surprised by the amount of younger people there, releasing a sigh of relief that he wasn't the only kid there. As he glanced around at the various members, he noted two teens that only looked a few years older than he was. As Falkner moved to sit down in one of the chairs, he yelped when he nearly sat down on a small purple-haired young boy. Check that, SIX of the eight chairs were already taken.

The meeting began with only seven leaders, much to Falkner's surprise. He wondered what was wrong that a spot should be empty. After thinking a bit, he realized that as a leader he should probably make more of an effort to be well informed, and that he probably didn't do enough work in preparation. He didn't even know which leaders were from which towns, or even what one or two of the gyms had as their type. There was this fat, loud, obnoxious man that wouldn't shut up. Falkner remembered someone similar to him as a leader when he was just a child, but he couldn't tell who this was, or if this was the same person. Looking at the man's burly demeanor and loud voice, he could tell that the man didn't run a normal-type gym, and probably was a physical type, maybe fighting or rock. The little kid Falkner nearly sat on earlier wouldn't shut up about bugs, and even had a net with him, so the bird user was able to deduce that he probably ran the bug-type gym in Azalea. At first Falkner didn't believe that the boy, Bugsy, could possibly be a gym leader. He looked about eight and had seemed to have the intelligence of a Slowpoke when it came to anything other than bug pokemon. It made Falkner a little depressed that a kid seven years younger than him could be a gym leader, and that Bugsy had been a gym leader for a little over a year now. Pryce, he remembered, was the old man sitting to the right of him. He had visited Mahogany Town's gym once before and nearly been killed by the crazy old coot and his ice pokemon. The geezer didn't seem to remember Falkner, and the teen couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. Beside Pryce was this high-maintenance and temperamental woman in rather provocative clothing. She kept arguing with the loud man, which only seemed to fuel his rants more. The woman looked like she would castrate someone with a rusty buttering knife if they ever even looked at her the wrong way, so Falkner took special care to never look her in the eye.

The two people that were slightly older than Falkner sat beside each other. The boy gazed amusedly at the conflict and chuckled. No matter how hard Falkner tried, he couldn't read the boy at all, so he left it at that. The girl beside him looked like a bleeding heart, and Falkner couldn't tell if she wanted to hug cute little animals or jump off of a cliff because she couldn't stand the fighting pair across the table from her.

The meeting was fairly uneventful. The jovial old man that ran the group, calling himself Naoto, claimed to be a former gym leader of Ecruteak several decades ago. He introduced Falkner to the group as Falkner gave an improvised speech that he wasn't aware that he was supposed to give. The teen couldn't help but notice that the older boy kept staring at him intently with a smirk. After listening to many boring legalities, reports for that month, and statistics, Falkner was about to die of boredom. As Naoto finally ended the meeting, the Violet City gym leader shot up out of his chair, ready to leave.

Suddenly, a rumble was heard from down the hall and the doors were shoved open as a pink haired girl about Falkner's age ran through the doors, passing Falkner and accidentally running the boy over. Falkner crashed to the floor and the girl didn't even seem to notice.

"OHMYGOD I'm soooooo sorry!" she yelled. "I'm so sorry I'm late! I was held up at the gym preparing for things and lost track of time!" Falkner glared from the floor at the Pink-Haired Wonder. Gym? So she was the other gym leader? Really? You've got to be kidding.

"Hi everyone!" the girl beamed cheerfully, turning and waving at the unexpectedly quiet crowd. "My name's Whitney! I'm 14 and the new gym leader of Goldenrod! I hope to have lots of fun with all of you!"

Falkner stumbled to his feet, grumbling. Whitney, huh? He needed to remember to watch out for that psycho chick. What was up with all the crazy people being gym leaders? First Pryce, then the loud guy, and then the scary woman, and now this surprisingly strong weird haired girl. Falkner didn't know if he could handle this job…

Suddenly another rumble was heard down the hall and a Miltank burst through the doorway and sent Falkner flying in the opposite direction, colliding with another body.

"Oh Miltank! I'm so glad you found me! Sorry I couldn't wait, but we were already so late!"

Ok. Falkner knew he couldn't handle the job…

"Wow, you're a feisty one, aren't you?" the older boy chucked from above Falkner. The blue haired teen looked at where his hand had landed to catch himself. It was smack in the middle of the boy's crotch.

With a scream, Falkner retracted his hand and jumped away.

"Y'know, I really didn't mind it there, you can put it back if you want. Just let me take my pants off first so it makes it a little easier for you.

Falkner shrieked as he felt something behind him slowly push him back down toward the boy. As he turned around he saw it was a Gastly that had randomly appeared. Ghosts. Dear God, not ghosts! This was the Ecruteak gym leader!

With another shove, Falkner was falling down back to the boy's crotch. Horrified, Falkner saw that the boy was serious and actually HAD unzipped his pants. Seeing everything in slow motion, Falkner tried to turn away, but it was too late. Falling face first, his cheek landed directly on the Ecruteak gym leader's manhood.

Things went silent as Falkner's brain exploded. The other boy laughed at the sight of the younger one's face, which was as red as humanly possible.

Piecing his brain back together, it finally registered to Falkner exactly what was sticking into his cheek. With an ear-piercing scream, Falkner jumped up and sprinted away from the half-naked man, running directly into a wall.

As the group gathered around the seemingly unconscious boy from Violet City, one fact was blatantly obvious to him.

Well, his first Johto Pokemon League meeting did not go well.

And that was the biggest understatement of the century.

End of Episode 1: Filling the Shoes Left Before Me