Shaded Silk (Pokemon Isekai OC)

Chapter 20: Joy to the World New
The inside of the Pokecenter - even the garage entrance the pair had passed through - felt warm and welcoming. The walls were painted white, but the kind of white that was soft and warm, like fresh sheets on a bed or white sand on a beach. The walls had thick lines and pokeball symbols across them in a familiar pink color that the Ariados couldn't quite place, while the floor of the area they were in was made of durable, tiled stone that had seen its fair share of scratches. The stones in the middle of the room had another massive pokeball pattern to them.

The area itself was mostly empty, save for a trainer and his Onix to the side, the latter curled up around the former, who was lazily browsing his phone, sitting atop one of the stone snake's coils. The Onix was peering over his shoulder, their head tilted at an angle to stare at the tiny screen they were both apparently watching.

The Onix didn't have any visible injuries, so it was likely that the pair were just here for a checkup.

Against the back of the room was a wide counter, and standing there was a sight that was decidedly nostalgic. She didn't look quite the same as from the Ariados' memories - reasonable, given this was real, and not an animated show - but the similarities were too close for her to be anyone else. Pink hair that had been styled into a pair of loops at the back, slate blue eyes that had a cheerful and encouraging air, and of course the classic nurse's outfit - complete with a pink-and-white pokeball emblazoned on the cap.

Nurse Joy.

Cautiously, the Ariados made her way to the counter, the smile on the nurse's face never wavering in the slightest, even as she tilted her head back slightly to maintain eye contact. Her hands were steady, clasped together on the counter, and her posture was completely relaxed in the face of a giant, seven-foot spider.

"Gym Leader Bugsy! So wonderful to have you visit us again. Gym Leaders Pryce and Clair arrived earlier and gave us the gist of the situation - they're with their teams now. Pryce's Mamoswine is in intensive care at the moment but she's certain to make a full recovery, and her tusk is expected to be completely regrown in two weeks as long as she takes her Sitrus Berry infusions."

Turning her attention slightly lower to focus on the Ariados' face, the nurse's smile, if possible, grew even bigger.

"And you must be the Ariados I've heard so much about! What beautiful coloration you have, not to mention your impressive size! I hope the city hasn't been too overwhelming for you, dear - I know that wild pokemon tend to struggle with the crowds."

She rummaged in her apron, pulling out…

A cupcake?

"You've been very brave, my dear, walking here from the docks. Care for a pokepuff?"

The pastry had a pink base, which was topped with white cream, and then had pink icing layered on top. It was topped with what looked like a cherry - perhaps a Cheri Berry? It was sealed inside some transparent green packaging, which the nurse quickly tore open.

The scent that wafted over to her had the Ariados' mouth watering. It smelled decadent.

Nurse Joy held it out to her on her palm, apparently unconcerned about the Ariados' fangs or mandibles. There wasn't a drop of fear in her gaze nor in her scent.

Is she just that confident? Or is it something else?

Delicately, she brought her head forward, her mandibles carefully gripping around the treat and bringing it to her mouth where she began munching away at it. It was…

It was…

Heaven in every bite. Soft and fluffy and so, so sweet.

The texture! The flavor! That soft, spongy goodness! It had been so, so long since she'd had baked goods. It had been thick, acidic liquids or berries ever since she'd been trapped on that island. It had been years since she tasted something like this.

Tears sprang, unbidden, from her eyes and poured down her face.

Real food. Not some disgusting corpse-slurry I had to let sit over several days. Not the raw fruits I hunched over like an animal, juice dribbling down my face.

The waterworks didn't stop, even as Nurse Joy slipped around the counter and wrapped her arms in a hug around the Ariados neck, even as Bugsy gently rubbed at the Ariados' side and quietly whispered words of comfort. She was spellbound by the flavor, at the confirmation that this wasn't a dream - she had really escaped.

She had gotten away, found the freedom she'd craved for so long.



Nurse Joy led the pair to a different room, further into the building and along a suitably-large hallway. Bugsy had opted to walk from this point onward, and she sort of missed the comforting weight of him on her back. It had been nice, in a way, being able to feel that he was with her without having to keep an eye on him. Knowing that he was safe there. She'd grown rather fond of him since their meeting in the jungle.

He had asked to stop by one of the PCs available in the building before they moved on - he had needed to print out some of the paperwork he'd mentioned earlier and was even now writing on it using a provided clipboard. He hadn't elaborated on the contents much, only that they were relevant to approving her own relocation and setting up a business.

She was happy to leave him to it - one of the things she didn't miss from being a human was having to deal with bureaucracy.

The room they entered was similar to the entrance in terms of flooring and walls, with a few art pieces hung up - mostly landscapes of the region, which she appreciated looking at. The one of the Bell Tower was her favorite so far. There were chairs against one wall and a counter off to the side. It had a sink and several different pieces of medical apparatus - the standard things you'd find in a patient's waiting room, or perhaps a vet.

Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised if they treated both humans and pokemon here, despite the place being called a Pokecenter.

The only odd thing that caught her eye were four half-spheres mounted in the corners of the ceiling. They were pink, like the designs on the walls, and didn't have any obvious function that she could tell. Perhaps they were cameras?

Bugsy took a seat, grabbing a magazine from the short table beside it and began to read. It was called 'Trainers Monthly', and seemed high-quality. The current issue was apparently about the Ice Path near Blackthorn City - dangers, opportunities, pokemon found there, that sort of thing. She couldn't exactly peer over his shoulder from this angle, so instead she settled down, resting her bulk on the floor.

They didn't have to wait long.

Nurse Joy returned soon, accompanied by another Joy - this lady had her hair tied up in a bun, wore some thin-framed rectangular glasses, and instead of a nurse's uniform was dressed more like a doctor. The white coat looked good on her, honestly. She was looking down at a clipboard, a pen held in one of her hands as she read something off of it. After a moment, she looked up at us, a smile blossoming onto her face.

"Hello! I'm Doctor Cassandra Joy, and I'll be performing Ariados' checkup today, Gym Leader Bugsy. We've already received the report you submitted on her from when you were on the ship, and preliminary scans from the scanners don't show any obvious issues with her - there's a surprising lack of any parasites or diseases, and she appears to be getting proper nutrition in spite of her size as an Alpha. Along with the standard checkup routine of getting her measurements, confirming weight, and checking certain areas, we'll need to administer several vaccines."

Her gaze drifted to the Ariados, who perked up at the attention. "To confirm your consent, I'm going to ask that you tap twice on the floor. If you do not consent, please tap once." Doctor Joy was looking intently at her, her expression serious.

Her opinion of the lady rose a few notches. It was nice to see that people didn't treat pokemon like dumb beasts. She gave a quick tap-tap of consent, and Doctor Joy nodded in understanding.

"Wonderful! Let us begin."

The measurements were straightforward, with the doctor and nurse using a cloth tape measure on several parts of her body - checking leg length, abdomen and thorax size, horn length and width, and so on. Weight was also similarly straightforward, though rather than directing her to a scale, they instead had her position herself in the middle of the large room before pressing a button on the wall. There was a click, and the floor beneath her broke away from the rest of the room, sinking several inches while a screen on the wall provided the pair with information that they quickly wrote down.

The 'checking certain areas' of the checkup was significantly more… interesting. The first thing the pair of Joys did was confirm the contents of a briefcase the nurse pulled from one of the cabinets. It was white with a pink pokeball on top and was emblazoned with the word ANTIDOTES.

Then they got her to open her mouth. The doctor inspected her mandibles first, checking for any possible damage, and finding none moved deeper in. The size difference was such that, with the head-mounted flashlight the doctor had put on, she was able to stick her head inside the Ariados' maw, offering soft reassurances the entire time.

Don't bite. Do not bite. This is not food in your mouth. Don't. Bite.

The inspection of her fangs and whatever else the doctor was checking out went smoothly. She seemed very pleased, while the Ariados just wanted to collapse to the floor. It had been… stressful. The next item on the list was apparently for her to give a venom sample. She was happy to do so, and delicately bit into the proffered jar with its rubber top, her fangs piercing the material easily and injecting enough venom to fill it almost to the lid.

"What a good job! We treat Arbok fairly frequently here, and they tend to have some trouble with this part - I think you deserve a treat for that," Doctor Joy crooned, pulling out a pokepuff from one of the cabinets. Immediately, the Ariados began salivating, her gaze trained on the pastry. She resisted the urge to just snap it up and instead carefully took it in her mandibles, which apparently earned her a pat on the head from both Joys.

"Alright, while you're enjoying that, the nurse will be checking on your spinnerets while I give your undercarriage an inspection. Please don't settle down while I'm under there. If you understand, please tap twice," Doctor Joy asked, even as the nurse circled around her. A bit more hesitantly this time, she gave two taps.

Just focus on the pastry. Probably why they gave it to me, actually - it's a distraction.

With the Ariados' consent given, the doctor pulled out what the Ariados could only recognize as one of those rolling boards that mechanics used to work underneath cars. It was a thought that almost made her start chuckling. Doctor Joy slipped underneath her while Nurse Joy did an examination from behind.

She'd been to a gynecologist before, as a human. Still, it had been a long time since then, and the sensations she was experiencing were rather uncomfortable. No pain, thankfully, but it made her want to squirm.

She focused on her pokepuff instead.

"Excellent job staying still, Miss Ariados. Before we administer the vaccines, there's one last thing we'd like to ask you to do. This is completely optional, and if you do not wish to do so that is perfectly fine."

There was a pause as the doctor and nurse made eye contact with her. They seemed… not nervous, but ready to act. Bugsy had tensed up slightly as well. The Ariados watched them with trepidation. Were they going to ask for a blood sample? Shove a camera somewhere? Her thoughts began to spiral with worse and worse possibilities.

There was a pop-hiss as Scyther emerged from his pokeball at Bugsy's belt, the mantis pokemon taking a guarding stance next to him. The Ariados' panic rapidly began to spike.

"May we get a sample of your silk?" The nurse was holding a thin wooden cylinder. Presumably for her to wrap some around.
The Ariados stared for a moment, her train of thought coming to a screeching halt.

That's all?

She gave a shallow nod and turned around. Her back-limbs flexed down toward her spinnerets and the nurse held out the wooden cylinder, her palms on either end to hold it in place.

A bit of adhesive to secure the beginning of the thread, and soon enough she was spinning the rod between the nurse's hands with dexterity borne of years of practice, a thin stream of silk rapidly swirling around it. Doctor Joy watched, her brows raised and quietly scribbling something down on her notepad. She glanced toward Bugsy when it was clear there weren't going to be any issues. Scyther had relaxed by this point, watching the proceedings with interest. Bugsy, meanwhile, seemed delighted.

"Do you suppose the group of Spinarak and Ariados you brought in will be as cooperative?" Doctor Joy asked the young man, who tilted his head in thought.

"Probably? It would help if Miss Ariados was present, I think - they consider her their leader, from my understanding. As far as I'm aware, she explained the idea of the silk farm to them and they had no issues, so I don't think it will be a problem regardless, but better safe than sorry," Bugsy replied, nodding firmly.

Doctor Joy returned the gesture, and by that point the Ariados had produced a significant amount of silk - the nurse was struggling to hold it up.

The Ariados snipped off the last of the thread and settled down onto the floor, waiting for whatever was going to happen next.

Doctor Joy looked over the spool of spider silk curiously, tapping one of those wooden popsicle sticks doctors carried around against it. When she was able to pull it away without issues, she beamed. "Amazing work, Miss Ariados! You've done an incredible job so far. Would you like another pokepuff?" She pulled another green-tinted package from a cabinet, and the Ariados gave a rapid nod of assent.

I'm going to get fat at this rate.



I regret nothing.


As she happily munched on her third positively scrumptious treat today, the nurse retrieved another briefcase. She didn't pay much attention to it, focused on her food as she was. She clicked open the container and pulled something out, fiddling with it - the Ariados couldn't see it from this angle.

"Alright, Miss Ariados! You've been a wonderful patient so far, and we just have one last thing to take care of before we're done. You might feel a slight sting-"

The nurse turned around. In her hands was a metal-and-glass cylinder, a plunger on one end and filled with a purplish liquid. The other end boasted a long, sharp-

CRASH.



"Honey, I promise, it's okay. You'll barely feel the needle. I even have a blindfold for you so you won't have to look at it."

Doctor Joy stared upward, her expression full of concern. She hadn't had a pokemon react like this, before - it was highly unusual, and she honestly wasn't sure how to handle it. Humans sometimes had these sorts of responses, but they weren't massive spiders capable of clinging to ceilings.

The Alpha Ariados stared down at her and the nurse from her spot above them, stock-still and clearly frightened, the poor dear. Despite her size, she was out of reach - the ceiling was fairly high in these rooms to accommodate large pokemon, after all. She had tried offering more pokepuffs to no effect. She had assured her that it would be almost completely painless. She'd even retrieved an overlarge blindfold.

She really wasn't sure what to do, at this point, and she didn't want to break out the anesthesia quite yet.

Gym Leader Bugsy spoke up from beside her. "Ariados, do you want me to hug you while they give you the shots?"

She wasn't sure if that-

Slowly, hesitantly, the Ariados began to descend. She was still wary, obviously, the sweet thing, but she made it to the floor.

Gym Leader Bugsy moved beside the spider pokemon and wrapped an arm over the spot between her thorax and abdomen. "Do you want the blindfold too?" He asked, gently rubbing the side of her head with his free hand.

The Ariados gave a minute nod, and Bugsy took the blindfold that Doctor Joy offered him. Carefully, he wrapped it around the Ariados' head, obscuring her eyes, and then returned to his prior position with his arm around her. "Alright, Ariados, just listen to my voice, okay? It's gonna be fine. I'm here, and you're safe."

Gym Leader Bugsy continued to offer reassurances even as both Doctor and Nurse Joy slipped beneath the Alpha Ariados, finding a spot on her underside where the chitinous plates met. The needles were administered carefully and swiftly, the massive pokemon seeming to not even notice.

As they emerged from underneath and Nurse Joy went to inform the pair that they were done, Doctor Joy stared up at the ceiling.

Hmm. They were going to have to get those gouges in the plaster fixed before they used this room again.
 
This story portrays just the right level of sapience and civilization in pokémon. A giant arachnid is presumed intelligent enough to give informed consent to medical professionals, despite having lived without human contact for years.

Yet, everyone in the room is aware that said arachnid had to eat other pokémon to survive in the wild, and that this is not unusual for someone in her position. And she's not being judged for it.

I like it when pokémon are alien enough that it makes sense for them to live like wild animals, yet intelligent enough that some of them can choose to join human civilization instead. Whether as a trained battle pokémon, or a service pokémon, or a ride pokémon, etcetera. I like it most when pokémon can theoretically opt in to full citizenship, even if we almost never see it.
 
Delicately, she brought her head forward, her mandibles carefully gripping around the treat and bringing it to her mouth where she began munching away at it. It was…

It was…

Heaven in every bite. Soft and fluffy and so, so sweet.

The texture! The flavor! That soft, spongy goodness! It had been so, so long since she'd had baked goods. It had been thick, acidic liquids or berries ever since she'd been trapped on that island. It had been years since she tasted something like this.
The reason that the fae would do much for baked treats.
 
Chapter 21: Pokepolitics New
Indigo Plateau, Pokemon League Headquarters

The door to the director's office was pushed open without a single knock. In strode a man recognized around the region - around the world - for his skill as a pokemon trainer and his mastery of the dragon type. Lance, Champion of Indigo League, casually pulled back a seat from the opulent desk and practically flopped into it, the man locking eyes with the wizened figure across from him.

Charles Goodshow glanced up from the papers scattered across the varnished wood of his desk, taking a moment to organize them and set them aside. Leaning back in his own high-back chair, the old man stroked at his massive, bushy beard. Rather than his more casual attire that he wore publicly during the yearly conferences, he instead wore a more professional brown suit with a checkered green-and-and black bowtie at his neck.

Placing his hands in his lap, his thumbs rubbing against each other, Director Goodshow stared at Champion Lance for a moment, studying him.

"Lance."

"Goodshow."

Director Goodshow gave a shallow nod of acknowledgement, which Lance mirrored.

"Have anything to say about that stunt you pulled?"

"If I hadn't, Johto would be permanently missing six of its Gym Leaders, including my cousin." Lance's reply was challenging, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for Goodshow's reply.

The old man leaned forward, tapping his pointer finger on the desk. "We know that now, Lance. Before? Potential Zapdos sighting. We had the fastest ship in Kanto on the way, and had rangers in the wings if things got serious."

Lance glared, leaning forward slightly. "They weren't fast enough. I wouldn't have been fast enough if I had gone through the hoops to get permission. You and I both know that, Goodshow."

Goodshow nodded. "You're right. But we didn't then, and that's the problem. You went behind the League's back, Lance - broke rules, important ones. The kind that treaties were built on. The only reason you're not before the courts at this moment is because of how things would have played out otherwise, in hindsight."

Director Goodshow's hand reached forward and turned off the recording device that was sitting on the corner of his desk.

"And off the record? I don't blame you a wink, boy. Woulda done the same if I was in your boots, rules or no rules. You did a good thing, a brave thing, and I want you to know I'm doing my damnedest to keep those Mandibuzz politicians at bay." Goodshow's disapproving frown broke into a gap-toothed smile, his bushy brows rising in good cheer.

Lance's expression broke, then, as well, twisting into a cocky grin. "They couldn't hold me back even if you didn't. But I appreciate it, old man."

Goodshow let out a snort, leaning back in his chair. "That damned dragon pride of yours. You'd be surprised - they're calling for all sorts of things to be done to you. Kanto representative is demanding 'compensation' for Johto's 'breach of the accord' and all that nonsense." Goodshow's good cheer dimmed a bit, there, and he let out a long sigh. "Gonna have to give out some kind of punishment, Lance - League's serious this time. I got an idea, though."

Lance leaned forward, curiosity evident in his expression. "Oh?"

"Was thinking of stripping you of your Champion title - don't give me that look, Lance - and have you work with our friends in the International Police for a bit, put on a good show of following the rules for the pencil pushers."

Lance perked up at that, a gleam entering his eye. "A local investigation? Team Rocket?"

Director Goodshow nodded, slowly. "Can't share all the details yet - not until you agree - but they've started crawling out of the woodwork again. Apparently on the Johto side of the mountains this time. You interested in getting to stretch your wings, hunt down some criminal scum?" Goodshow's grin was decidedly dangerous.

Lance matched it tooth for tooth, and then some. "Of course. I needed a vacation anyway."

Goodshow let out a raspy chuckle, rubbing at his nose. "That's what I like about you, Lance. Always willing to square up with anyone or anything causing real trouble. Ahh, but before we can get to that, we gotta figure out your replacement. Gotta be someone good, someone reliable - can't be a pushover, on or off the field, y'know?"

Lance nodded, rubbing at his chin in thought as he once more leaned back into his chair, pushing it onto solely its back legs with one of his feet and wobbling it back and forth. "How about Red?"

Goodshow and Lance stared at one another for a timeless moment, before Goodshow let out a snort. "If you think you can get him back down from that blasted mountain," he replied, both men taking a moment to glance out the window at the snowy peak of Mount Silver, home of the legendary Articuno and prone to an endless blizzard.

Lance shook his head slowly. "No way. Tried asking him a few months ago to come visit for a rematch and he refused - crazy bastard's convinced he's gonna find Mew up there. Nowadays all I get from him are these selfies letting me know he's still kicking." The Champion pulled out his Pokegear and flipped it open, scrolling until he got to a specific image.

A man stood in a blizzard atop a mountain peak, his red-and-white pokeball cap prominent even beneath the similarly-colored earmuffs. He wore a yellow scarf and thick red-and-white coat. On his shoulders perched a Pikachu that was staring curiously at the camera, the rubbery black band around their neck holding an orb that shined a soft yellow. The man lacked any sort of expression, staring into the camera with a dead-eyed look Lance had grown familiar with over the years.

Goodshow sighed. "We could really use him right now, honestly, considering how he whooped Team Rocket's rear a year ago. I had hoped they were gone for good after that." Goodshow paused, rubbing at his chin. "Y'know, just had a thought - what about Blue? He's running the Gym in Viridian but we both know he'd snap up the Champion position in a heartbeat. Could see about having Koichi take over, let him run a proper Gym again instead of having to play second-fiddle to Sabrina."

Lance tilted his head, thinking about it. "We'll need to talk to them, but I think we could wrap everything up nicely that way. I can't see any faults in the plan, at least."

Director Goodshow reached forward, hand outstretched. Lance took it, shaking firmly.

"Good. Now let's turn the recording back on and I'll finish officially chewing you out."

Lance laughed loudly.



With the Ariados' own check up successfully completed, the pair were escorted to another room similar to the previous - this one held the wheeled shelf that contained the tribe of Spinarak and Ariados. Inside, Doctor Joy turned to face her, looking serious.

"Miss Ariados, as the effective leader of these pokemon, I am going to ask for your assistance in their check ups. It's a bit unusual, but your authority should streamline the process immensely. We're going to be enacting the same procedures that we did with you earlier, so if you would be willing to explain what they can expect, I would be very grateful." The doctor gave her a polite bow and stepped back.

She stared at the shelf consideringly, thinking about how to phrase things. Bugsy gave her an encouraging smile, while Scyther simply leaned against the wall, watching curiously.

The Ariados took a deep breath, steeled her nerves, and spoke with all the authority she could muster. [Kin. We have traveled far, and are nearly at our new home. The place we arrived at is a human hive, a place where they and pokemon they have formed bonds of fellowship with gather - to trade, to eat, to live without fear of being hunted. This structure, in particular, is the home of healers - those who seek to ease the suffering of others and ensure their wellbeing. We all have been brought here to ensure that we are healthy - to mend our flesh and cleanse disease from our bodies, and shield us from further sickness.]

She paused, taking a moment to breathe. The balls on the shelves rattled, but none popped open. She pressed onward.

[I have already received their care, and so I can say with confidence that their intentions are kind. Here you will not be hurt. They will ask you to provide a sample of venom and a sample of thread - the latter, you need only spin a small portion onto the object provided, and you will be compensated with a delicious food they call 'pokepuffs'. They will also feel over your bodies, to ensure your well-being - they will touch every part of you, and it may be uncomfortable at times, but do not lash out. You will not be harmed, and I will be here, watching over you, the entire time. Have faith.]

The rattling had stilled, and the room was filled with a sense of building anticipation. The Ariados gave Doctor Joy a nod, which she quietly returned. She strode forward, and retrieved the first pokeball. There was a pop-hiss, a flash of red light, and an Ariados stared up at her with unblinking, compound eyes. Doctor Joy smiled softly at him and bent down, one hand reaching out slowly.

The small Ariados stared at the hand, and tentatively crept forward before bowing his head low. Doctor Joy placed her hand on his head.

And began to scratch at the base of his horn.

The attention quickly earned a low croon of delight from the pokemon, who was quick to lean into the attention. His body relaxed as Doctor Joy let out a small giggle and continued to pamper him, further lowering his guard as she apparently scratched in all the right places.

The Ariados had to admit - she felt a little jealous.

"What beautiful coloration you have, my friend! You've clearly been taking good care of yourself," the doctor spoke, one hand continuing its scratching ministrations, while the other ghosted over the Ariados' shell, applying pressure occasionally before moving on.

"Lift here, please? Thank you."

"Can you turn just a little? Perfect."

"Alright, I'll need you to gently bite right here and inject a little venom. That's it. Good job."

By this point, the tribe had been exposed to enough human chatter to pick up the gist of it - a rate that was frankly insane by the Ariados' standards. She wasn't sure how it worked, but chalked it up to pokemon nonsense - aura, maybe.

Nurse Joy entered the scene, then, holding out a pokepuff to the Ariados, who at this point was in quite a good mood. "Here you are, dear. This is a pokepuff - you eat them much like you would a berry."

The Ariados happily obliged, and bit into the pastry.

"Ah!"

And the nurse's hand.

Both of the Ariados froze. Scyther froze. Bugsy froze. The feeling in the room became tense, as all eyes turned toward Nurse Joy's now-punctured hand, which was slowly bleeding. There was silence, and the smaller Ariados turned to the Queen, shame and fear evident in his posture.

Before she could speak, though, a hand reached out and caressed the smaller Ariados' head.

"An eager one, aren't we? It's okay, no harm done." Nurse Joy gently stroked the pokemon, apparently unconcerned with her injury. Doctor Joy had grabbed a first aid kit out of one of the cabinets and was now inspecting the nurse's hand.

"No venom injection, thankfully. Should be an easy fix." With that said, she pulled out a purple-and-white spray bottle, gently misting the wound before wrapping a bandage around it.

Nurse Joy held out her hand for the Ariados to inspect. "See? I'm all better. It's alright." She murmured, continuing to rub at the base of the Ariados' horn. The pokemon stared at the bandaged hand and gave a hesitant nod.

Things went smoothly after that. The Ariados finished his treat, allowed the inspection to continue, and didn't cause a fuss when they administered the shots - barely even a twitch, compared to her own reaction.

God, that was embarrassing.

With most of the checkup complete, there was a final step. Nurse Joy was once more holding a wooden rod. Doctor Joy took a deep breath, before letting it out slowly. She was nervous. "Alright. One last thing, and then we can start looking over the rest of your friends, dearie." The small Ariados perked up, paying attention. "We need you to spin a bit of thread on this piece of wood. Is that okay?" She asked softly, her hands rubbing over each other.

The Ariados still didn't understand why they were so nervous about this part.

The smaller Ariados stilled for a moment, before glancing at her. [My Queen? Are you certain? We will not need it to make our webs? To secure prey this day?]

She stared at him for a moment, thinking. It was true that they needed their thread for, well, everything. Making the webs, bundling up prey, catching prey, putting out the tripwire strands. They even employed it to move through the trees while hunting, sometimes, depending on the distance between branches. It made sense that they'd be hesitant about 'wasting' it - she felt the same way, on some base level.

As an Ariados, if you didn't have enough thread, you were effectively up the creek without a paddle. A good portion of the nutrients she got from eating went into the production of more thread - a deficit there could be deadly for any of them.

[You won't need to secure prey this day, kin. The humans will provide food enough to sustain all of us that we need not hunt. The pokeballs they provide shall be our webs for now. The thread we give them will not be wasted, will not be needed, this day.]

The smaller Ariados stared for a moment longer, and gave a slow nod. [As you command, o Queen.] And he began to spin his thread onto the wooden rod. The tension in the room dissipated. Bugsy was practically grinning from ear to ear as he scribbled away in his notebook and Scyther offered his translation of the conversation to the boy. Soon enough, the smaller Ariados was returned to his pokeball.

Now they just had to get through the other… thirty-two. Lovely.

She was going to be here for a while.
 
Chapter 22: Meeting of the Minds New
Quietly, Bugsy shut the door behind him, a wide smile on his face. Everything was going exceptionally smoothly, barring the incident during the feeding, but that had been addressed professionally by the Pokecenter's staff. The Alpha seemed a bit put out at having to remain for observation over each of her colony's inspections, but such was the yoke of leadership.

Bugsy knew it well, even at his young age. He'd spent more than one day having to handle every trainer who sought his badge - at least until he'd hired on more gym trainers and set up some closely-monitored delegation.

A hive worked best when all its members worked together, after all.

The young man's steps were speedy and sure as he made his way to the Pokecenter's in-house PC cafe. After ordering a honey-and-watmel smoothie, he slipped into one of the PC booths and signed into the system, inserting his Trainer ID into a slot on the computer's tower. After the computer booted up, he pulled out one of its retractable cords and plugged in his PokeGear, downloading some of the more recent videos he had recorded.

That done, he quickly opened up the Chattata app and navigated to his Contacts list, searching for a specific pair of names.

Ring, ring, ring-ring-ring!

The dial tone continued for a few seconds while Bugsy watched the cartoonish depiction of a Rattata run along the loading wheel in the corner. Hopefully he hadn't called at too late an hour for them.

Ding!

Professor Elm was the first to answer, the video call connecting and revealing the interior of his lab, a cup of coffee held in the haggard-looking man's grip. In spite of the dark bags under the man's eyes, however, his expression was nothing but delighted to see Bugsy as he leaned forward in his chair. Behind the professor, he could see a pair of his assistants working at a wide desk together.

"Ah! Bugsy, so good to hear from you. I've been informed by the League of what happened during your trip home, and I can't tell you how happy I am to see you in one piece," the man spoke, his voice tinged with relief and an undercurrent of excitement. He leaned forward, his face getting close to the camera. "Is it true, by the way? An Alpha Ariados and an entire Spinarak colony?" He mock-whispered, a grin spreading across his features.

Bugsy chuckled quietly to himself at the Professor's clear interest. Professor Utsugi Elm was, of course, the premier researcher on interspecies pokemon breeding, move inheritance, and regional variance. He developed the modern 'egg group' system, allowing for easy classification of pokemon compatibility, and would of course have a vested interest in Alpha pokemon - they were fascinating and rare outliers, and he was apparently convinced that it had something to do with parentage. He hypothesized that it was a rare recessive gene, or perhaps something in the DNA that only manifested under specific environmental conditions.

Either way, it was going to be easy to get his support, Bugsy was certain.

"It's true, Professor. She's a fascinating specimen and just as friendly as any route-caught pokemon from my experience. The colony practically seems to worship her, and I'm already getting the hang of communicating with her - in no small part thanks to Scyther's translations, of course." There was a wobbling acknowledgement from one of the balls on Bugsy's belt, and the Gym Leader reached down to stroke a thumb over it.

"Truly? Do you think she'd be interested in some tests? Maybe a blood sample?" The professor prodded, looking hopeful.

Bugsy's mind flashed back to the experience in the exam room, and the Ariados' reaction to syringes.

No, no, I don't think she would.

Perhaps she had had poor experiences with Beautifly in the past? They were known to use their proboscises to stab and drain prey on occasion. Exposure to such predation early in her life could have very easily cemented itself as a bit of permanent trauma.

Bugsy pushed the thought aside. As he went to reply, however, the other call finally connected. The man who showed up on the screen, while several times older than Professor Elm, possessed a youthful energy - a pep, if you will, that belied his age. With gray hair and wrinkles wrought by many a smile, the famous face of Professor Oak beamed at Bugsy and Professor Elm alike, delighted to see them.

"Bugsy my boy! It's been ages since you last called! I have to say, your most recent paper on calming beedrill swarms was a fascinating read. Using smokescreen-capable pokemon like Magmar and Torkoal is a brilliant idea, and one I hope you'll be able to run some tests on soon. What has you and Utsugi calling so late, if I might ask?" The older man leaned forward only slightly, but the gleam in his eye spoke of a powerful curiosity.

"Ah, you haven't been informed, Samuel? Here, let me forward you the report - I doubt the League will mind me clueing you in on the situation. Honestly, you should have been told already," Professor Elm supplied, typing rapidly at his keyboard for a few moments. There was a beat of silence before a ding came from Professor Oak's side of the call.

The senior professor quickly skimmed what he had been sent, his eyebrows rising higher and higher. "My goodness! I'm glad to hear you're alright, Bugsy - that must have been a terrible trial for you and your fellow Gym Leaders. Congratulations on making it back safely, and with new friends to boot!" The professor's smile was blinding, and Bugsy couldn't help but rub abashedly at the back of his head.

"Eheh, we were really lucky. If it wasn't for the Alpha Ariados and Champion Lance's intervention, we might not have made it. But that's not why I wanted to talk to you both," Bugsy stated, bringing his hands together in front of him, fingers entwined as he rested his chin upon them. "I have an investment and research opportunity that I don't think either of you will want to miss."

Both professors perked up, staring intently at their respective cameras. "Go on," they spoke in unison, both moving to grab writing materials from their desks. Pens were prepped and papers spread. The pair were familiar with the Walking Bug Pokemon Encyclopedia's intelligence, even at his young age, and were clearly taking him seriously.

"I'm sending both of you some related video footage, along with a basic outline of the plan," Bugsy spoke, sending the relevant files. "Not only has the Alpha Ariados shown command of the Spinarak colony - the fact that it's a colony at all is highly unusual - but she's been extremely cooperative, including in providing thread."

There was a pause, there, as both researchers processed just what Bugsy was implying. Before they could speak up, he pressed forward.

"And if you look at those videos I've sent, you'll be able to see that she's convinced her colony to do so as well. This is, quite frankly, unprecedented, and a huge opportunity, both for research on the species and as a business opportunity. I've already started filing paperwork for construction of a new building in Ilex Forest - I plan to build a combination sanctuary and silk farm for the colony. Not only will this prevent them from upsetting the local ecosystem, but it's practically guaranteed to bolster Azalea's flagging economy - Ariados silk is highly prized and even more highly difficult to obtain. Couple the fact that the Alpha has demonstrated a grasp of Electroweb, and the possibilities are staggering."

The professors were rapidly opening the files they had been sent and watching the videos, if the bits he could pick up from their microphones were any indication. Both were staring, enraptured. Elm's hand that had been so quickly scribbling across a notepad slowed as he watched.

"On top of the business opportunity, of course, I'd be more than happy to let both of you perform research on the colony for free so long as you're willing to help the business get off the ground. It's a chance to change certain preconceptions about the Ariados line and its relationship with humans-" here Oak nodded, following along, "-and an outstanding opportunity to study an Alpha pokemon - an Alpha Ariados, something that hasn't been seen before in written history, to my knowledge." Elm was rubbing his chin, clearly contemplating the research opportunity this presented.

Bugsy had to only wait a moment.

"I'd be more than happy to contribute."

"It's an excellent opportunity - I'd hate to miss it."

Bugsy softly smiled. This was just like getting research grants from the League. Present a sound, logical argument - and make sure to show the various benefits. It was how he'd gotten funding to set up a manmade Beedrill hive a year ago. It had made honey access far easier and improved the relationship with the pokemon themselves significantly.



Bugsy said his goodbyes to Professors Elm and Oak, who disconnected from the call, and leaned back in his seat. Idly, he sipped at his smoothie, savoring the exceptionally sweet taste. Negotiations had gone without a hitch, and both professors were practically jumping at the chance to invest in the opportunity he had given them.

It had almost been too easy to convince them, really.

Pulling the straw out of his mouth, Bugsy let out a sigh. Now for the hard part. Bugsy double-checked the booth he was in, making sure the noise-dampeners were enabled and the sliding door was pulled shut. Once he'd confirmed he had privacy, the young man entered a string of text into the search engine of the PC.

'Virginia region'. No results.

'Regions without ghost types'. No results.

'Regions without Pokecenters'. No results.

Bugsy frowned. He'd been expecting this, but it was still frustrating. He reached into his pocket and retrieved his PokeGear, typing a number into it - one that he'd memorized rather than saved as a contact.

Hopefully the International Police would take him as seriously as the professors and his fellow Gym Leaders did.

Ring-ring, ring-ring. Click.

"International Police Hotline, how can I assist?"

Bugsy stared down at the card resting in his lap. At the face of a girl he had never met. At what was likely the first and last remnant of her identity in this world.

"This is Gym Leader Bugsy of the Johto region. I need to speak with Detective Looker about a possible Faller incident."



His final call finished, Bugsy rose from his seat and headed back toward the exam room that he had left the Alpha Ariados and her colony in. While he was still trying to master communicating with her, her expression on his return could only be described as a relief. Apparently, she hadn't been thrilled to babysit all thirty-three of them during their examinations.

Doctor Joy reported that aside from a few minor parasites in some of the group - that they had quickly and cleanly removed - the group was overall in good health, which was a relief to hear. Bugsy had explained to the Alpha that he was planning to spend the night at Whitney's house before they left Goldenrod - it was on the far side of the city, near her Gym.

At the Ariados' stressed expression, Bugsy had politely offered to let her rest inside her ball - it was late, and she had done plenty of walking and socializing already. Despite the pokemon's clear pride and stubbornness, she had caved to his perfectly reasonable arguments and was even now resting in one of the balls on his belt.

The thought of having such a strong, beautiful creature cooperating with him sent a thrill down his spine, if he was being honest. He desperately wanted to recruit her - she'd allow him to handle 6th Badges matches just by herself - but he was holding off on popping the question just yet. She had been through a lot, after all. Better to wait until things settled down, perhaps once they got the silk production business up and running.

With thoughts of building plans and marketing strategies cluttering his thoughts, Bugsy left the largest Pokecenter in Johto.

"Oi, Bugbrain."

Falkner was standing in front of the exit imperiously, his arms crossed over his chest and a glare directed Bugsy's way. Whitney stood off to the side, looking vaguely annoyed while she browsed through her PokeGear.

Oh boy. What does he want now?

Falker had been… difficult to get along with. Bugsy had tried his best, of course! He'd been friendly and polite for as long as he'd known the other boy, but Falkner was just… He was prideful, for a lack of a better word. Confident, stubborn, and weirdly focused on Whitney. He also looked down on bug types, which made Bugsy… irritated. Frustrated, perhaps. They'd had a few less-than-friendly matches in the past. The score was even, despite the supposedly unfavorable matchup.

"Oh, Falkner! I thought you would have flown back to Violet City already. Was there something you needed?" Bugsy's tone was polite and cordial, a small smile on his face even as one of the hands he held behind his back clenched.

Falkner scoffed. "No. I need to put you in your place first. You've gotten too big for your britches ever since you caught that freakishly big Ariados. I'm challenging you to a pokemon battle - right here, right now, at one of the Pokecenter's battlefields. Your Ariados versus my Skarmory. Whitney can referee." He tossed his hair back with a flick of his head, glancing at Whitney and giving her a weird smile.

Whitney glared at him for a moment before letting out a forlorn sigh. "Ugh, fine. But I'm going to bed after this. And taking some sleeping pills while I'm at it." She muttered, pocketing her phone and making her way toward one of the battlefields that were positioned to the side of the Pokecenter.

Bugsy frowned minutely. Ariados wasn't his, despite what Falkner claimed. He hadn't caught her, either - the pokeball was for easy transport, and he fully intended to unregister her from it once the relocation was concluded. On top of that, despite how friendly she was, Ariados was still a pokemon from a wild area. Those types of pokemon needed time to adjust before they were introduced to the idea of battling for sport. Too many accidents had happened to risk otherwise.

Bugsy opened his mouth to decline when there was a pop-hiss and a red flash from his belt, the massive, incredible form of the Alpha Ariados appearing behind him. She loomed over him, and for a moment he was concerned she was upset with him - perhaps she thought that Falkner's words were true, and that Bugsy intended to keep her against her will?

She gently bumped the side of her head against his own, making him stumble just a tad. "Dos. Aria-dos."

Bugsy stared at her for a moment, noting how her gaze seemed to focus on the form of Falkner as he made his own way to the battlefield Whitney had stopped at. He still hadn't gotten a complete grasp of communicating with her, but he could pick up on this easily enough from body language alone. A grin bloomed on his face and he let out a small laugh.

'Let us kick his butt', indeed.

Bugsy strode forward as the heavy steps of his new friend trailed behind him.
 
Ah damn I binged this all at once and was really hoping that the Galvantula + Ariados reunion would already be written by the time I got to the most recent chapter haha. Maybe because I binged it all at once, was how big Galvantula is ever established? Beyond small enough to ride a Gyarados, and small enough to get carried away by a big fearow. Cos normal galvantula are small enough that I could imagine an Alpha one still being able to ride a Gyarados, with some effort. I'm mostly thinking it's possible because I don't remember even once the protag going "oh brave and noble Galvantula, he was so sweet, so small," and considering she'd be legit maybe 10X his size, both by weight and volume, It'd be pretty hard to make things work between them lol.

Would be funny is Bugsy, the kind little 14 year old bug trainer, ended up with 2 alphas, which is 2 more than basically anyone else. Especially when he didn't go out to find him, they literally came to him.

Also, scientifically, I feel like a pokemon behavioural researcher would hear the story of how Galvantula was attacked and almost eaten by a fearow, killed said fearow but not before getting taken to another island, then befriended and trained a magikarp into a gyarados, and now rides him as his glorious mount to get back to his Ariados best friend and love interest, and that researcher would have a stroke.
 
For those wondering, Galvantula dreamed big and aimed for the moon.
I knew he was smaller than her. But I was not expecting that the difference was that high!
Now I understand her newfound feeling towards him. Is literally "It makes me laugh." kind of happy.

You can do it Don Quijote. You can reunite with your love after the pilgrimage of the century!
 
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