#i could not have gotten a better partner i love golisopod so much

[oneluckydragon]

So I decided to spin the wheel by @onefey since I saw so many mutuals getting really cute PMD Teams.

Meet hero Lucky (Girafarig) and partner Biggs (Wimpod). Never in my life have I considered a Girafarig as my potential PMD-sona but here we are despite it all. Even though I was skeptical at first I am now in permanent love.

Gotta think of an Exploration Team name now... hm.

[gotmeringinghellsbells]

Sing Little Song Bird

Fandom: Pokemon Sword and Sheild

Characters: Guzma, Piers

A/N: This is a tickle interrogation story, just a heads up. Inspired from this video. I love the crack ship idea of Guzma and Piers and I can not stop listening to the story. This is based on the aftermath of the fight, which from other audios hints towards Guzma being the victor (doesn't mean he will be). Also Piers's laugh is the cutest in this I can't even.

Description: After winning against the dark type gym leader, Guzma holds Piers to their little wager. Luckily for Piers, the Alolan gangster seems to have taken a liking to him.

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A bet was a bet, but that didn't mean Piers couldn't be bitter about it's outcome. He sighed as he looked in the motel mirror, staring into his stress filled eyes. This guy was insane, the power he had behind him made him even more concerning.

Now he was stuck as a tour guide for Mr. Alola out there, being dragged around by an invisible leash. Thankfully Guzma hadn't taken him seriously when Piers added the part about actually being lead around by a leash to the steaks at risk. He seemed crazy, yet reasonable at the same time.

He wasn't out to humiliate the rock star it seemed, he truly wanted company for his travel; but Piers felt there was something more. Why go to him for help? Well, why force him to help is the real question. Just becuase he didn't Dynamax? Just becuase he was a gang leader too?

I mean that would make sense. This guy seems a bit broken, maybe he was looking for comfort in familiarity. Letting out another sigh, the black and white haired male shook his head before splashing more water on his face.

What the hell had he gotten himself into?

"Yo, rock star, you done in there yet?" Piers jumped before sighing. Patting his face dry he opened the bathroom door, looking up at the taller. The guy still gave the dark type gym leader a bit of a chill after seeing Guzma's more wild side, but the bags under his eyes showed the other probably wasn't looking for a fight.

"All yours," he said cooly before strutting past the other. At least he had some personal space for the night. Sleeping in the same room as this weirdo made him uneasy, but at least he had his own bed.

As the bathroom door shut, Piers reached into his bag and retrieved a pokeball. The comforting company would be nice right now. "Come on out. He's gone," the leader of Team Yell whispered softly. A light appeared before vanishing to reveal an Obstagoon.

The pokemon looked around before back at it's trainer with a look of worry. "He won," Piers sighed. A look of shame and defeat came over Obstagoon's face before it sat, leaning into Piers. Piers sighed, brining a hand up to gently comfort the pokemon. "It's not your fault. Please, don't be upset."

The Galarian held his partner closer, trying to relax himself. His hair was still damp from his shower; brining a comforting smell to Obstagoon. It gently reached for the long, thick hair, and ran it's fingers through it. Piers shuddered before sighing a bit. "Probably should brush it out, huh?"

There was a nod before the only, dark type gym leader chuckled. He grabbed a small brush he had time to grab when Guzma permitted time to get supplies for their journey. He handed it to Obstagoon, before it moved so it was against the wall, sitting on the bed.

Piers moved, sitting infront of it as the pokemon started to brush out his insanely long and thick hair. "Thanks," the rock star sighed as he gave into the relaxing feeling from the brushing. It felt so nice, something the two had done since the beginning. It was just a comforting nostalgia.

Grabbing another small brush from the bag, he started to brush out the shorter hair that was eassier to reach. It didn't take long, and the source of destruction was still in the bathroom. Peirs hummed. He didn't mind showing weakness around Obstagoon, but like hell he was going to let that mad man see any sign of it from him.

Gently taking one of his feet, he began to massage it; wincing now and then from sharp pains shooing up his feet. He'd worn these shoes for months, but for some reason the constant walking was really taking a toll on him.

A noise came from behind him as the brushing stopped. Piers turned, his eyes growing a bit heavy. "Ah, I'm fine. Just a bit sore is all." The pokemon nodded before starting to brush the trainer's hair again, making Piers slowly fall more into a sleepy state. He hadn't noticed the bathroom door open as he switched feet; hell he didn't notice anything moving around until a familiar voice interrupted his tranquility.

"Anyone ever tell ya, ya got hair like a Mareanie?" Surprised, wide eyes glanced to the source of the voice before relaxing as the former gym leader let out a sigh. "No? How does my hair look like a Mareanie?" Guzma pointed to his own hair, pulling it about. "Your little spikes, Rapunzel." Little Rock Star, Rapunzel, what, Cookies and Cream next for nick names?

Piers rolled his eyes. "How old are you again," Piers asked just to know how many of these half hearted dad jokes he was going to have to deal with. "What, think I'm too old for you or something?" Piers scoffed with a laugh. "You think I'd be intrested in someone like you?"

Those were fighting words. "I was just wondering how many half hearted dad jokes I had coming." Guzma narrowed his eyes a bit before smirking. "Plenty my Little Rock Star." The Alolan gangster stood up before walking over to the side of the other bed and crouching down.

"And I'm sure after some time you'll see, you and I, could get along pretty well." Piers rolled his eyes. "Phat chance." Guzma shrugged. "Whatever sweet heart," he said before looking behind the trainer. "Glad to see your friend feels better." Obstagoon had been glaring at him since he came out of the bathroom.

It finally stopped brushing when Guzma squatted beside the bed. "What are you planning to do anyway," Piers finally asked, massaging his foot again. He felt confident enough with the other right now as to not worry about weakness. "Told ya cutie. I'm gonna tear apart the constitution this region stands on."

Piers glanced at the older, barely facing him. "But how do you plan to do that with challengers running around, various stronger gym leaders, and Leon?" Guzma leaned closer, a look of intrest on his face. Trump the gym leaders, take them out somehow, that was fine; challengers were another issue. But Leon? Who was Leon?

"Mind telling me about this Leon, and why he's not grouped in with the other two?" Guzma stood up, sitting on the bed. Piers looked a bit uneasy from the gesture. "He's the champion of Galar. Kept the title since he was ten." Guzma smirked.

He was able to get information in more than one way from people. Brute force on this cutie wasn't really something he was in the mood for. Gently taking the recently put down foot, he started to massage it.

"W-What are you doing?" Piers pulled gently at his foot. "Relax a bit. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I went easy on your Obstagoon, even let you heal it. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have hit where it would hurt the most." Marnie. Piers was hit with a sudden, horrifying realization.

"What are you... mmm... going to do with the challengers?" Guzma quirked a brow before slowly stopping. "Pretty focused on those kids, aren't ya? What's your intrest in them, then maybe I'll answer." Piers found the room to be quite awkward, his heart rate accelerating and pulls dilating.

"I just want to know what plan you have for them. They're kids. And the gym leaders, what about them?" He was a bit worried about Rahian. "Figure it out when we get there." Guzma went back to massaging the foot, moving to hold both feet in his lap.

"You... mmm... don't h-have a plan yet?" It felt good yet awful at the same time. Obstagoon was hugging Piers now, knowing it would get it's butt kicked if it tried to help him. If he couldn't save him, he'd comfort him. "Frankly, I wasn't sure how step one would go, so I didn't bother to plan past it."

Piers was shocked. "You came to conquer, yet had no confidence or plan?" He lost to this guy?! Guzma smirked, before gently running a finger up his guest's sole. Peirs squeaked in surprise, covering his mouth quickly. His eyes widened as he froze. Was.... was this guy trying to mess with him?

"Heh, well, now that I've got your attention, I still have questions to be answered. I have a few ways of getting what I want my Little Rock Star, and a boot on your cute little neck isn't my ideal; ya know? So, why don't you tell ya boy what he wants to know; otherwise, this little birdie is gonna be sining me some soft little tunes. I heard your laugh back at the fight, something I could really get used too."

Piers's face turned pink. This guy was nuts! "Get off me pervert," Piers huffed, trying to pull his feet free, but he had no luck. "Pervert," Guzma asked in surprise. "I'm not looking for anything lewd cutie, just your laugh. But then again, that's only if you refuse to comply." He glanced back at Obstagoon before smirking.

"And just to make sure all goes smoothly. Golisopod." A flash of light revealed the pokemon from before, one Piers would rather keep keep of sight. But he knew the other was taking precautions, much to his distaste.

"Now, let's start with the easiest first, huh? Who is this Leon?" Piers furrowed his brows. "The champion." Guzma tsked before rolling his eyes. "Besides that. I want to see into your mind, what do you know about him Little Rock Star.?" Piers made a face before sighing.

"Extremely obsessed with battling, finds too much pride in it, friends and family orientated, can't find his way anywhere for the life of him." He shrugged. "I'm not exactlly close to him, sorry." Guzma quirked a brow before gently dragging a finger up one of the hostaged soles again.

Piers covered his mouth slightly, toes curling. "What... what are you," Guzma cut him off. "Is it just a known fact the champion of Galar is a family man who can't handle directions?" Piers nodded. "Everyone knows t-that!" He turned his head, face heating up more.

Guzma smirked, gently scratching the foot. "Tell me more then. Family man, he married?" Peirs shook his head. "So family man how? He serves for the honor of his parents?" Another finger joined. "Thaha....haha!" Guzma smirked, the way Peirs's laugh would shift was absolutely adorable. High pitched, silent, deep laughter. Piers was cute on top of that too. "Come on little song bird. Sing it out."

Peirs nodded. He wasn't sure about the whole honor thing, but he wasn't going to through Hop's name out there. He knew Leon would protect his brother as Piers would his sister. "Hmmm.... so his weakness, his folks?" The tickling stopped breifly, allowing Peirs to breath a bit. "I.... I have no clue. I've never plotted like you before."

He was calling Guzma a coward, calling him out. The other wasn't as dense as he seemed. "Look pretty boy, I got my ways of handling things, you got yours. Now unless you want to really sing for me, I suggest you talk." Peirs huffed. "I don't know him, I don't know his weaknesses."

Guzma nodded before humming. "Siblings, partners, romantic other, friends?" Everyone knew Leon had a brother. If this jerk found out Piers was lying, he'd be in the dog house. "I don't keep up with celebrity gossip." Guzma smirked before looking to his partner. "Phone please."

He looked back to Piers with a disturbed grin. "Really? So who is this with you then?" He flashed the other the phone. Raihan and his social media obsession! It was a selfie of all three of them. "May not keep up with it, but they keep up with you my Little Rock Star. So, which is Leon?"

Piers sighed before pointing to the right side of the picture. "Purple hair." Guzma pulled the phone back with a nod. "Alright. Good boy. He really don't look like mich more than a billboard though. Pretty face, nice smile. A cape, really?" Guzma snorted before shaking his head. "So who's the other with you and Mr. Poster Boy?" It was hard to tell if he was testing him and knew the information or was trying to get information; or not. "Dragon gym leader." A few tickles to his foot had him giggling all over again. "Name sweet heart." "Eeehahahaha! Rhahahaihan!" Guzma smirked a bit. "You close with him cutie? He your boyfriend? The way he's got his arm around you, how close he's got you.... pretty loving."

Peirs shook his head, wiggling his feet. "You sure? He's got more photos of him hugging you. Ooh, even Obstagoon." Piers started hiccuping and snorting as fingers moved to his toes. "Eep! Nahahao, we're frheheheinds!" Guzma hummed, finger still playing with the toes softly. Piers fell back, limply into his partner as he squirmed around. "Sthahahaop!" Obstagoon frowned, holding Piers close as he glared between the other human and his pokemon.

"I don't know cutie. You got some nice laughs." He didn't keep the teasing for long, quickly letting up before smirking. "Now, back to Mr. Poster Boy here."

Piers quirked a brow between pants. "What do you mean?" Guzma passed the phone to the younger. Raihan had so many selfies, but compared to the other people on his pages Leon was there the most with him. "They an item?" Piers made a face before shrugging. "I really don't know." Guzma smirked. "You like to sing, don't ya?" Confussed by the question, the other made a face before squealing.

"Taha...haha! S-Sthahahop that! N-Nhahao!" The phone fell to the bed as Piers hunched forward, holding Obstagoon's arms that were wrapped around him. Guzma was tickling between his pinkie and ring toe, making him berserk.

"No? Maybe a new spot would be better?" Guzma started behind the ankles, earning almost silent giggles as Piers fell back into his partner again. This guy was a real life tickle monster. "Is he dating the dragon man?" Piers shook his head. "I...I don't know!" Guzma sighed.

"Alright, well, how about this. He showed the phone to Piers again, who was calming down. Hop, it was Raihan and Hop. "I ain't gonna hurt no kids, rest assured. I mean, look what I'm doing to you." Tickling was a rather soft form of torture and he wasn't bring that mean about it. He wasn't here to torture people, and he wouldn't if he could help it. Tickling was nothing, or at least the way he was doing it. It actually left Peirs with some attention to be desired.

"Leon's brother, " he said softly. Guzma nodded. "Noted. Here's the family orientated part, right? Baby bro wants to be the champion some day? Leon's protective?" Piers huffed. "You know, why ask?" The Alolan smirked. "I'm assuming. Your confirming for me. Now, last time, are Leon and dragon boy, an item?" It was better than going after the kid to hurt him.

Piers made a face before nodding slowly. "Good boy," Guzma chuckled. "Now, for a harder question. What do you think I should do with the gym leaders? Hide them away like your little groupies, or maybe have some fun with them? How would I make them just... leave the sport until it's too late."

Peirs blinked before shrugging. "How would I know that?" Guzma started behind the scrawny knees. Piers actually wheezed before snorting and giggling hysterically. "Gym leaders talk, I want the dirt on all of 'em later. Black mail. Got it?" Peirs nodded, gently kicking his legs.

Guzma smirked again. "Alright, now fianlly, why are you so concerned about the challengers?" Piers tensed. He furrowed his brows, pursing his lips tightly. "Oooo struck a nerve, huh? Well, tell me, that poster girl back at your sorry excuse for a gym.... she a challenger?" Piers wanted to lunge at him, to lay into him and scare him away; but it was pointless. Fun time was over.

"Not talking? Alright. Well given that age gap, if she ain't your little sister, she's like one, huh? If she's close with you, don't sweat it," Guzma moved to Piers's ear, "Cause as long as I got you, she shouldn't be an issue."

Both Piers and Obstagoon were frozen in place, neither knew how to take that. "I won't hurt your baby sis, even if she tries any heroic crap. Worst comes to worst, you'll be keeping a real close eye on her. Another party member to keep you company wouldn't be so bad, right?"