Pokémon Legendary: An Adult Pokémon Story
Copyright© 2025 by Subconscious_P
Chapter 7: Split Decision Temple
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 7: Split Decision Temple - An adult semi-erotic Pokémon story set in a more realistic and brutal Pokémon world. Follow a Pokémon Region Champion as he and his rivals race to unlock the secrets of Legendary and mythical Pokémon while facing an unknown threat unlike anything he's faced before. Our champion and rivals will put their lives on the line as they face lethal puzzles, god-tier Pokemon, a deadly stalker, an evil alliance, and the the most powerful trainers in the world. This story is not meant for commercial use.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Cheating White Female Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Public Sex AI Generated
The next day in the midafternoon, Ace, Phillip, and Phoebe sat around Steven’s low wooden table.
A faint scent of saltwater drifted through the open windows, where the sound of Wingulls echoed against the waves outside. Each had a cup of tea before them, but Steven himself was standing, pacing with an almost childlike energy. His eyes gleamed like the stones in his displays.
“Do you three even realize what you’ve done?” Steven’s voice rose with both awe and disbelief. “The Sealed Chamber was thought to be legend! A myth. Scholars spent centuries theorizing, and in one sweep you not only found it, but you also solved the puzzles, unlocked the ancient ruins, and captured the Regis themselves. This is...” he stopped, laughing in astonishment “this is history in the making.”
Phoebe smiled into her tea, though her eyes still carried exhaustion. “History nearly froze me to death, Steven. You can have my share of the credit if it means never sitting in an icebox again.”
Phillip nodded. “Yeah, Steven, it wasn’t exactly a museum tour.”
Steven turned sharply, eyes narrowing in concern. “Wait. You mean ... each of the tombs tested you? Actively tried to kill you?”
Ace set his cup down, leaning forward. “Tried and almost succeeded.”
Steven’s pacing stopped. For a long moment, the usually unshakable former champion of Hoenn looked genuinely shaken. He drew a slow breath, as if steadying himself.
“Then the legends were right. These weren’t shrines. They were prisons.” He looked at each of them in turn, his tone deadly serious. “The ancients didn’t want challengers to find the Regis. They wanted to ensure no one ever freed them again unless it was by someone—”
“—Truly worthy,” Phillip finished.
The room went quiet except for the faint crash of waves against the shore.
Phoebe frowned. “Then what happens now? We’ve caught them. They’re with us.”
Steven folded his arms, staring down at the floor in thought. “Now ... we tread carefully. Very carefully. If the Regis truly are keys to awakening Regigigas, then whoever else is hunting them won’t stop until they pry those Poké Balls from your hands.”
Phillip gave a sharp, humorless laugh. “Let them try.”
Ace didn’t smile. He was thinking of the Professors’ words back in Pallet when they spoke of Regigigas being able to drag continents behind it. He thought of the lava in the Ancient Tomb, how the chamber walls glowed red like veins, and how it felt like something ancient and vengeful was watching.
Steven finally looked up. His tone was quieter but no less intense. “The three of you are walking on a razor’s edge. What you’ve done is extraordinary, but also dangerous. You’ve survived trials that should have killed you, and you’ll need that same resilience for what’s ahead.”
He gestured toward a map pinned on the far wall, where Galar’s Split-Decision Ruins were circled in red.
“Because Hoenn’s Regis were only the beginning. The others are out there, and if someone is trying to awaken Regigigas...” he exhaled slowly, “then you’re in the middle of something bigger than even the legends warned us about.”
The three champions exchanged a glance with an unspoken mix of pride, dread, and determination before Ace finally muttered, “Guess we’re not getting much of a break, huh?”
Steven smiled. “Not in your line of work.”
That night, the hotel room was dim except for the glow of the holo-screen built into Phillip’s PokéNav dock, projecting a crisp conference call display against the wall. Eight windows shimmered, each occupied by a different professor. The usual seven professors were now joined by Professor Magnolia from Galar, who had joined after Steven alerted her to the Regis’ relevance.
Ace, Phillip, and Phoebe had just finished debriefing the professors on their exploits with the Hoenn Regis.
Oak leaned forward with his eyes wide with almost paternal pride. “You three ... I can hardly believe it.
Birch cut in. “Researchers, tourists, and trainers alike have searched for the Sealed Chamber for centuries. And in a matter of days, you three not only located it, but unlocked it, caught the Regis, and lived to tell the tale! You’ve proven the old Hoenn tales are true!”
Phoebe gave a half-smile, though her eyes flickered at the memory. “Yeah, proven with frostbite.”
That earned a sympathetic nod from the Professors. The line went quiet until Professor Magnolia’s voice came in steady and measured.
“If Steven is correct, then the Regis you’ve caught are only part of the key. The Split Decision Temple ... they hold the others, but I do not know much about them beyond that. If Regieleki and Regidrago are brought together with your Regis then Regigigas could awaken, and if hostile forces beat you there...”
Ace exhaled through his nose, breaking the tension. “That won’t happen.”
Phillip cracked a faint grin, lifting his soda. “Yeah. They want a fight? They’ll get one.”
Phoebe glanced at both of them and smiled, though her tone carried steel. “Guess our vacation in Hoenn just turned into an interregional problem.”
The professors exchanged looks among themselves, but Oak finally spoke again. His voice was warm despite the weight of the situation. “You’ve already achieved more than anyone could have hoped. Go after the other Regis, but treat them with respect, and don’t underestimate those who may already be on your trail.”
Ace stood up. “Professors, we’ll go after them, but after what we just endured, we’re going to be smart about this. We’re going to stick together. No more splitting up even if it means it takes longer.”
The Professors nodded in agreement.
“We will trust your methods, Ace,” Juniper said.
“When you all arrive in Galar, link up with Professor Sonia,” Professor Magnolia chimed. “She knows far more about the Split Decision Temple than I do. I’ll let her know you’re coming and send you the meeting details later!”
“Thanks, Professor,” Ace said warmly. “We look forward to meeting with her.”
“Good luck, you three!” Professor Birch said.
The holo-screen flickered as the call ended, leaving only the quiet hum of the hotel’s AC unit. The three trainers sat in silence for a moment, each processing the weight of what lay ahead.
Two days later, the train hissed to a stop at Hammerlocke Station in Galar, its doors sliding open to release Ace, Phillip, and Phoebe into the crisp afternoon air.
Galar’s stone streets stretched before them with the ancient towers of Hammerlocke looming in the distance.
Waiting at the platform was Professor Sonia, her bright copper-red hair instantly visible against the crowd. She waved them over with a smile, clutching her ever-present research satchel.
“You three really know how to stir up the world’s legends, don’t you? Word of Hoenn’s tremors reached even these old towers, and trust me, nothing travels faster through Hammerlocke than rumor.” She lowered her voice as they neared her. “Professor Magnolia told me that you all actually managed to capture Regirock, Regice, and Registeel. Impressive work.”
Ace gave a quick nod and smiled. “Thanks, but we’ve still got work to do. We’re here for the last two, and Professor Magnolia mentioned you’d know more about them.”
Sonia’s expression grew serious as she motioned for them to follow.
Hammerlocke stretched before them like a living fortress. Its ancient stone walls were braced with iron gates that had stood since before the Galar League existed.
The air smelled faintly of soot and spice. There were vendors along the station’s edge hawking skewers of grilled food while merchants shouted over the clatter of carts. They walked through the station and out into the city streets, while keeping their voices low.
“The other two Regis are here in Galar, yes. You’ll find them far to the south in the Crown Tundra, inside the Split-Decision Temple. It’s a relic older than the league itself but getting there is the easy part.”
Phoebe frowned. “What’s the catch?”
Sonia turned to her. “The tundra is home to some of the most powerful wild Pokémon in the region. Many fully evolved, territorial, and will attack without hesitation if they see you as a threat ... or prey. Once you cross into their territory, you’d better be ready for battles back-to-back.”
Phillip smiled wickedly. “Sounds like fun.”
Sonia didn’t return the smile. “It won’t be. These aren’t friendly Gym challenge battles. The weather alone can cripple your team if you’re not prepared for hail and blizzards.
“We’ll be sure to stock up on Full Restores, warm clothing, and all that jazz,” Phillip said.
“And Pokémon with moves that can counter Ice types and Dragons.” Sonia added. “You’ll need them.”
Phoebe noticeably shifted uncomfortably at the mention of enduring extreme cold temperatures again.
As they continued to walk, they saw children herding Wooloo down cobbled streets, their laughter mingling with the distant clang of smiths working in open forges.
The high spires of the Hammerlocke Stadium loomed above the city, casting long shadows across rooftops while banners fluttered crimson in the breeze. They eventually reached a quiet overlook where the land rolled into the distant snowy peaks of the Crown Tundra.
From Hammerlocke’s heights, the Crown Tundra looked less like land and more like a battlefield waiting to happen. It was an endless white, dotted with dark forests and jagged peaks that cut into the clouds.
Sonia turned to face them. The scent of coal smoke and sizzling meat clung to the air as Sonia spoke with her voice sharp against the hum of the city.
“Here’s the most important thing. The temple only allows one of the legendary golems to be awakened at a time. You’ll have to choose between Regieleki and Regidrago. Once you do, the other will remain dormant ... maybe forever.”
For a long moment, no one spoke. The sounds of the city like vendors shouting, smiths hammering, and children laughing suddenly felt far away, as though the world itself was waiting for their reaction.
Phillip broke the silence first with a scoff, but there was no humor in it. “Forever? That’s bullshit. There’s always a way.”
Phoebe’s expression tightened with narrowed eyes. “What if there isn’t? We’re gambling with legends that can topple cities, Phillip. Which one do you not want to exist?”
Ace’s jaw locked. He could feel the same chill in his gut that he had in Registeel’s chamber. The sense of a trap disguised as a choice. His voice came out low.
“If we pick wrong, it’s not just about missing out. Whoever’s chasing us could somehow get the other ... and then we’re screwed.”
The three of them looked at each other, no bravado left this time, only the realization that this wasn’t just another trial. This was a wedge waiting to split them apart.
Sonia adjusted her satchel with her usual levity gone. “Legends don’t care about fairness. Make sure you care about survival.”
Ace folded his arms. “We need a plan. We’re not leaving one behind if we can help it.”
Sonia tilted her head as a faint grin tugged at her lips. “If anyone could figure out a way to bend the rules, it’d probably be you three. Just ... don’t get yourselves killed trying. Oh, and one last thing...”
“Sure. What’s one more thing?” Phillip said, rolling his eyes.
Sonia smiled. “Make sure the three Hoenn Regis you caught are with you in your party when you go to Split Decision Temple. The other two won’t awaken without them present.”
Phoebe groaned. “Are you serious? After what that ice bucket put me through, I was ready to keep that thing on ice forever. Now, I actually have to lug it around while taking up one of my six spots?”
Sonia shrugged. “It won’t work unless they’re all with you. The braille inscriptions on the temple are very clear about that.”
Ace, Phillip, and Phoebe looked at each other. They hadn’t planned on this.
This meant that they’d each only have five of their normal team to use since one spot would be occupied by a Regi, and none of them would dare to use a Regi in battle having just caught them.
It would be too dangerous. The Regis might not take battle orders from them or worse, maybe even turn on them.
Phillip shook his head. “So, now we’re carrying three ticking time bombs into a temple that already doesn’t like visitors. Great.”
Ace turned back to Sonia. “Okay, we’ll make it work. Thanks, Sonia.”
“Stay safe, you three.” Sonia replied.
Two days later, after stocking up on supplies and warm clothes, Ace, Phoebe, and Phillip chartered a short plane ride to the Crown Tundra.
Upon arrival, the cold weather nipped at their faces. Phoebe was already feeling a bit of PTSD stemming from her adventure into the Island Cave in Hoenn, but she maintained her composure.
The wind in the Crown Tundra bit through their coats, cold enough to sting the skin beneath. The snow crunched under Ace’s boots as he, Phillip, and Phoebe trudged along the narrow trail that wound through icy cliffs and frozen valleys.
As they walked, Ace couldn’t shake this feeling that they were being watched, or more specifically, he was being watched. Whenever he’d look around though, he never saw anything out of the ordinary.
They didn’t have to wait long before the wilderness showed its teeth. A Nidoking bellowed from the ridge, charging down with a Nidoqueen right beside it.
Ragnarök, Phillip’s Tyranitar, was called out and it intercepted the Nidoking’s blow. Sand whipped in the frigid air as Atlas, Phoebe’s Metagross, hammered the Nidoqueen back.
The two wild Pokémon snorted and retreated, glaring as if promising they’d be back.
Farther along, a Rhydon and a Golem blocked the path, forcing Ace to send out Saur and use a high-powered Petal Blizzard attack to scatter them.
Not every fight ended in retreat, though. When a pack of Sneasel led by a fully evolved Weavile swarmed from the tree line. Ace’s Infernape, Phillip’s Charizard, and Phoebe’s Volcarona all used their fire-type attacks to crowd control the pack.
The pack refused to retreat and had to be knocked out cold before the three champions could move on.
Despite these victories, Ace still felt the lingering feeling that someone or something was watching them but staying out of sight. Ace hoped that he was just being paranoid.
Several hours into their trek, near an old, abandoned graveyard where a misty fog covered the area, a high-pitched screeching cry signaled the arrival of a wild Gothitelle and its Gothita followers.
Stella, Phoebe’s Volcarona, was once again called to flare in defiance, and use its Fiery Dance move to scatter the psychic threats. But just when it appeared safe to continue, a streak of shadow and speed ripped through the battlefield.
The three trainers followed the shadow until it slowly revealed itself, seemingly materializing out of nowhere.
It was a wild, fully evolved Dragapult, and it watched Ace with piercing eyes. It appeared to take exception to the three humans trespassing upon the graveyard, where it had been lurking around.
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