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Miseries of Sarx the Silcoon

Episode 01: Sarx has Issues [with Evolving] or "I don't want to be a freaking rainbow butterfly."; Sarx goes on Lopunny Trails or Vespiquen are Possessive

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You know those days where you just want to sit under a berry tree and just lie there all day: a pleasant breeze flowing through the air, maybe some Sweet Scent from some Grass-type making the day all the more pleasant?

Well, I don't usually get those days. See, I have this little *problem* of mine: I'm a Silcoon who never, ever, under *any* circumstances or mishaps wants to Evolve.

You might ask: Why don't you want to evolve? What's so bad about evolving, especially into a Beautifly? Well, there are a lot of reasons for that. Do I really need or want to tell you all or some of them? Well, no. But I'm feeling generous since this is a wonderful day.

I' m not going to go into a lengthy explanation, since the answers are quite simple. I don't want to be a freaking neon target butterfly, for one. I don't want to be a freaking pretty boy, bishounen, etc. I already look effeminate enough as it is. Not to mention the fact that I would lose my precious spines, or spikes, whatever. I *like* being a pincushion of DOOM sometimes. And those are just the tip of the iceberg of reasons.

So, no, I don't want to evolve into a Beautifly. My reasons are petty and possibly seen as childish, but oh well. *You* try dealing with being a male Beautifly with a personality like mine. "Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm a guy. So, you know, don't flirt with me; I don't swing that way." See I don't think I'd deal with that sort of thing well. I'd start throwing around Silver Winds like there was no tomorrow. And that would get me in trouble with the local authorities.

See, I wouldn't and don't like pissing off the Pokemon that defend our mutual neck of the woods and grasslands.

But I'm getting off topic. That seems to happen a lot to me. Ask almost any of my friends. Wait…what's that buzzing sound!? Oh Arceus, please tell me it isn't one or more Vespiquen. It is…well, at least I know they like me.

Sometimes I wish I was still a Feral.

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You know, I don't like the cold, maybe because most of the Ice-types that I've not gotten along well or at all with known or maybe because I don't like water freezing on me. When winter comes there was only one thing to do when I was Feral: go find a warm den to whole up in.

Sadly, for whatever reason my naivety led me to deciding this, I holed up with Combee and Vespiquen. Oh, there were other Pokemon species to be sure, but mainly Combee and Vespiquen.

You might ask, "What's so wrong with Combee and Vespiquen?" Or even, "Are you ever going to stay on topic?" The answer to the second: "I doubt it." To the first: Well, there's nothing really wrong with them. See, when I was still Feral, both as a Wurmple and when I Evolved, a Vespiquen practically raised me. It was nice then, though now I look back and I kind of resent being treated like a "pet". Then again, Vespiquen do tend to have haughty and "mistress" or "princess" personalities.

That being said, things have changed since species have gone from Feral to Anthro. Within hours and days, the dynamics in my little neck of the woods and grass-lands changed. Like the fact that I now wear pants. With draw-strings. Very important detail, that.
So, when the first Winter came after the change from Feral to Anthro, I went to a den. I will never be the same. I had cute little Combee girls coo over how "pretty" my hair was, despite my spikes, and how lovely my red eyes are. Then the Vespiquen walked into the "room".

Not to be cliché, but I really did think that I'd died and gone to Heaven. Really, do you know how freaking sexy Vespiquen girls and/or women are? I doubt you do, but anyway…For the first time in my life I blushed furiously. Blood flowed to my face and groin. Upon seeing me, the handful of Vespiquen glomped onto me. Why? Because I *am*, sadly, a White-Haired Pretty Boy. I'd rather not have the word or idea "pretty" associated with me. Oh well.

After actions that I shall not describe because I hold them dearly to my heart, I enjoyed waking up the next morning cuddled under a few Vespiquen. I learned from this experience that I apparently like being "on bottom". And Vespiquen like that because they like control. I'm not saying they're all control freaks, but they do enjoy the security of control over their relationships.

I don't mind at all, really.

Description
Miseries of Sarx the Silcoon

Episode 01: Sarx has Issues [with Evolving] or "I don't want to be a freaking rainbow butterfly."; Sarx goes on Lopunny Trails or Vespiquen are Possessive

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You know those days where you just want to sit under a berry tree and just lie there all day: a pleasant breeze flowing through the air, maybe some Sweet Scent from some Grass-type making the day all the more pleasant?

Well, I don't usually get those days. See, I have this little *problem* of mine: I'm a Silcoon who never, ever, under *any* circumstances or mishaps wants to Evolve.

You might ask: Why don't you want to evolve? What's so bad about evolving, especially into a Beautifly? Well, there are a lot of reasons for that. Do I really need or want to tell you all or some of them? Well, no. But I'm feeling generous since this is a wonderful day.

I' m not going to go into a lengthy explanation, since the answers are quite simple. I don't want to be a freaking neon target butterfly, for one. I don't want to be a freaking pretty boy, bishounen, etc. I already look effeminate enough as it is. Not to mention the fact that I would lose my precious spines, or spikes, whatever. I *like* being a pincushion of DOOM sometimes. And those are just the tip of the iceberg of reasons.

So, no, I don't want to evolve into a Beautifly. My reasons are petty and possibly seen as childish, but oh well. *You* try dealing with being a male Beautifly with a personality like mine. "Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm a guy. So, you know, don't flirt with me; I don't swing that way." See I don't think I'd deal with that sort of thing well. I'd start throwing around Silver Winds like there was no tomorrow. And that would get me in trouble with the local authorities.

See, I wouldn't and don't like pissing off the Pokemon that defend our mutual neck of the woods and grasslands.

But I'm getting off topic. That seems to happen a lot to me. Ask almost any of my friends. Wait…what's that buzzing sound!? Oh Arceus, please tell me it isn't one or more Vespiquen. It is…well, at least I know they like me.

Sometimes I wish I was still a Feral.

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You know, I don't like the cold, maybe because most of the Ice-types that I've not gotten along well or at all with known or maybe because I don't like water freezing on me. When winter comes there was only one thing to do when I was Feral: go find a warm den to whole up in.

Sadly, for whatever reason my naivety led me to deciding this, I holed up with Combee and Vespiquen. Oh, there were other Pokemon species to be sure, but mainly Combee and Vespiquen.

You might ask, "What's so wrong with Combee and Vespiquen?" Or even, "Are you ever going to stay on topic?" The answer to the second: "I doubt it." To the first: Well, there's nothing really wrong with them. See, when I was still Feral, both as a Wurmple and when I Evolved, a Vespiquen practically raised me. It was nice then, though now I look back and I kind of resent being treated like a "pet". Then again, Vespiquen do tend to have haughty and "mistress" or "princess" personalities.

That being said, things have changed since species have gone from Feral to Anthro. Within hours and days, the dynamics in my little neck of the woods and grass-lands changed. Like the fact that I now wear pants. With draw-strings. Very important detail, that.
So, when the first Winter came after the change from Feral to Anthro, I went to a den. I will never be the same. I had cute little Combee girls coo over how "pretty" my hair was, despite my spikes, and how lovely my red eyes are. Then the Vespiquen walked into the "room".

Not to be cliché, but I really did think that I'd died and gone to Heaven. Really, do you know how freaking sexy Vespiquen girls and/or women are? I doubt you do, but anyway…For the first time in my life I blushed furiously. Blood flowed to my face and groin. Upon seeing me, the handful of Vespiquen glomped onto me. Why? Because I *am*, sadly, a White-Haired Pretty Boy. I'd rather not have the word or idea "pretty" associated with me. Oh well.

After actions that I shall not describe because I hold them dearly to my heart, I enjoyed waking up the next morning cuddled under a few Vespiquen. I learned from this experience that I apparently like being "on bottom". And Vespiquen like that because they like control. I'm not saying they're all control freaks, but they do enjoy the security of control over their relationships.

I don't mind at all, really.