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Funny how I still remember the day I got my first pokemon. My parents had refused to allow me my trainer's license on my 10th birthday, but three years of begging finally wore them down. On a hot day in June a few days before my 13th birthday, I found myself on a train, bound for Viridian City and then Pallet Town, home of the famous Oak Laboratories. The professor was expecting me, eager little late bloomer that I was, and I was finally going begin my journey.
I had it all planned out. I wanted to start with a Bulbasaur, to take on the rock types in Pewter City, and on the way in Viridian Forest I'd catch a Pikachu (female, named Thunder) to handle the Cerulean Sisters. I could also grab a Nidoran before mount moon, I was hoping for a girl because I had a name picked out, Queenie. I also knew I could pick up an Eevee from a breeder in Celadon, and there were rare stones for sale in the department store, so a Vaporeon (a little girl named Bubbles) was definitely going to be on my team too. My last two spots I wanted to fill in the Safari Zone, a Rhyhorn (Rhylina?) or Exeggutor (Benedict) or maybe, if I was really lucky, me and Bubbles would dive deep into the lake and stir a Dratini from its sleep. I hadn't thought of what I wanted to name that one yet, but the thought of gripping to the strong back of my Vaporeon and doing battle deep underwater was a wonderful daydream that passed the rolling landscape outside the train much more quickly.
In Viridian, my oldest brother was waiting for me, and together we set out for the lab. I didn't even hesitate when Professor Oak released the three starters. Staring into the big red eyes of the Bulbasaur, I could see the world, and victory.
These days? Not so much. Rooty spends a lot of his time sleeping, absorbing sunlight into that big rosebud on his back. He's still a good friend, don't get me wrong. Keeps me focused on my homework, lifts the furniture when I vacuum the apartment, keeps the bed warm at night, but he was never a serious battler.
Or maybe I was just that bad of a trainer.
In case it wasn't obvious, things didn't exactly turn out the way I'd planned. Not that I'm complaining! I'm thinking maybe I was never meant to raise pokemon for battle. No, I found a much more... interesting calling.
I've decided to dedicate my life to the study of Pokemon genetics and reproduction. So little is known about the pokemon genome, beyond the possible cross species breeding combinations and passage of capabilities for certain moves. Everyone I've ever met who's actively involved in this field, daycare owners, breeders, top tier trainers with pedigree teams, all they know is how to achieve results. No one ever stopped to ask why. So thats what I'm going to do.
Well, at least, that's what I tell my teachers. The real reason I'm into this? It's a great excuse to watch pokemon fucking. It's disgusting, and dirty and feral and so... Arousing. Something about a female getting mounted, the male taking her in an animalistic and savage way, filling her with potent seed, it makes me squirm. I'm not a virgin, but it has been a very VERY long time since my last relationship (and the previous one didn't even last very long). I like to tell myself that it's just the loneliness talking when I'm observing clips of my research and a hand finds its way into my panties. Twirling and fluttering my fingers inside myself while a rhyhorn gets pounded by her mate, that's just desperate, horny college kid stuff, right? I guess it's a good thing I do a lot of my "studying" at home, and that it's just me and my pokemon.
And hey, it's got me this far! I've nearly finished my thesis in Pokemon Research and Biology, gotten out of the shitty dorms I lived in as an undergrad, travelled three different regions (Unova, Hoenn and Kanto, if you count my disaster of a gym challenge) volunteering and interning for various professors and organizations, kept this stupid fetish of mine from ruining my life (there had been a couple close calls, and I didn't exactly have many friends either), and, while it might not be the winning company of warriors I dreamt up when I was a kid, I have a pretty solid team.
My pokemon are really my only friends. Rooty, my Ivysaur, Tattabask, the first pokemon I caught, a rattata, and Raye (also know as Rayzer, Zoom, Zoomy, Zoomer... Lots of nicknames for that one) my deaf, brain damaged zubat, have been with me since the beginning. I got Spites, my obnoxious Gengar, as a Gastly from a dear friend of mine in Lavender Town later, and shortly after that my journey came to its end. I didn't catch anyone new until my first time abroad in Hoenn, where I caught Amazon, a little lady Mawile, and then later when I worked with Professor Juniper in Unova, where I caught Spooa the Solosis.
But those last two are with Professor Oak, safely stored away in the PC system. The ones with me... those are all I have left of my journey. And they're special, you know? Rooty keeps everyone in line, Tatta is the perpetual little brother and Raye his best friend, and Spites is just eccentric enough to keep things interesting. Since I did right by them, it helps keep my mind off all the ways I ruined my journey and crushed my dreams, you know, what a huge fuck up I am. At least I found something I'm good at, even if I did get into the field for all the wrong reasons.
I'd found myself some wonderful clips during class one day when one of my professor's lectures had gotten too boring to bear. It was an amazingly high quality video of a Gallade and a Gardevoir, the female on her back with her spindly legs held up by her petite hands, the male thrusting into her with a surprisingly handsome tapered pink cock. I normally wasn't interested in human-like pokemon, but something about the Gardevoir, the way her head was thrown back and her face was lost in bliss, made me very wet, very fast. I saved the links and closed my laptop almost immediately, hoping the people behind me would think it was just in embarrassment, instead of arousal. I tried to refocus on the lecture, I really did, but the wet spot in my panties was growing as I played the image of the Gardevoir over and over in my head. When we were finally freed, I wasted no time in getting off campus and getting home.
When I walked in the door I was greeted with a rumbling growl from Rooty. It looked like he had been waiting for me, and I dropped my backpack to pet his head.
"What's happening, buddy?" I asked, scratching behind his ears the way I knew he liked. He gave an appreciative sigh of his name before shaking me off.
"Saur! Saur!" he barked, and turned smartly, tromping away on his thick, short legs. I glanced mournfully at my backpack, with the delicious clips inside, before following him into the kitchen.
"I swear, if you're just trying to get me to feed you-" I stopped short. The kitchen table was missing a leg and laying on the tile haphazardly, and one of the cabinet doors was hanging by a single busted hinge. My jaw gaped.
"Tatta and Raye?" I asked.
"Saur," Rooty nodded. I took a deep breath.
"Ok, you know what? No. I don't have time for this right now. I have a lot of work to get done, and I don't want to think about Captain Nibbles and his sidekick the Flightless Wonder."
"Saur?" Rooty tilted his head, looking at me with a curious expression.
"I'll be in my room, ok? I'll... deal with this later." And with that I scooped up my backpack and headed past the bathroom and into my bedroom. I was really glad I'd sprung for an apartment with an actual bedroom, instead of just a studio. The walls might be thin, but I had headphones, and was a master at keeping myself quiet. I didn't want to share this stupid, sinful fetish with anyone, not even my team, and they were the only friends I really had. My room was kind of sparse, bookshelf with notebooks and textbooks and the odd comic book here and there, a closet of boring clothes, jeans and simple t-shirts mostly, and my bed, piled high with too many plushies and childish pillows. All I was missing was the Rapidash posters on my walls and anyone would think this was a child's room. I sank heavily into my bed, letting my backpack settle next to me as I dug out my laptop. After I made sure the door was closed, I opened it up to the wonderful sight of the deliciously presenting Gardevoir and pressed play.
Gallade continued right where I had left off. His hips pulled back and filled her to the hilt every time with a wet noise, Gardevoir's melodic cries filling the room. His face leaned in and the camera readjusted, zooming in as they did something that surprised me. The two pokemon kissed, passionately and hotly, their small white lips unable to get enough of each other's flavor. It was incredibly tender, considering the rough way his hips kept pumping into her.
But, the first thought that actually crossed my mind was the level of sentience these creatures were showing. Pokemon were smart, I'd lived with mine most of my life and I definitely knew what they were capable of, and psychic types were among the most intelligent. And, certain species did display levels of affection for their mates, life long mating and grooming and other acts of what we would call "love", but a kiss was a very human and very anthropomorphic thing for two creatures to be doing, bonded mates or psychic types or whatever.
Gallade was kissing her cheek now, moving down her neck as she moaned her name in that gentle voice of hers. His bladed arms readjusted, he was no longer holding her hips, keeping her in place for him to pound, but moving up her body. Gardevoir wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him close as she looked up into his eyes. Gallade responded with closing his mouth around her small breast, eliciting a howl from his partner.
Mammal pokemon had only ever been recorded as using their mammary glands for feeding young, and now not only were these two kissing, but he was using her nipples for sexual stimuli. This was incredible, I couldnt even focus on how unbelievably hot this love making was when it flew in the face of all my research. This wasn't sex for breeding's sake, it wasn't even sex for pleasure, (which was a documented thing, though somewhat uncommon) this was actual pleasurable bonding for these two. A thought was raising in my mind as I studied them going at it. Who was the person behind the camera, and what did they know about these pokemon?
The pillow next to me stirred, causing me to jump. A pair of big round ears and a pointed purple face poked out from between a fluffy round pillow of a Jigglypuff's face and a stuffed Pikachu. I paused the video and slammed my laptop shut, blushing brightly, Tattabask yawning. Oh god, I had forgotten to wear headphones, the sound of my porn must have woken him up. My rattata twitched his nose at me, blinking his pink eyes sleepily and chirping before crawling into my lap affectionately. His ears laid back and he looked like he was getting comfortable to continue his nap before I shoved him off.
"No, no, no! Tatta!" I cried as he hit the floor. He looked at me pathetically, and his spoiled eyes almost broke my heart. I was still beet red as I continued admonishing him.
"Don't you look at me that way. I'm busy, in case you hadn't noticed," He gave my laptop a jealous eye "AND I'm still mad about what you and Raye did to the kitchen!"
That got him out of my hair. He gave a squeak of protest and whined pitifully before nosing my door open and scampering out into the living room. Finally. But, where Tatta is, little Zoomy Zoomer the soundless wonder was never far behind. I figured he'd be in my closet, since zubat like the dark, so after making sure my bedroom door was closed completely AND locked this time, I creaked open my closet the rest of the way. My closet was uncommonly deep and lacked a light, thanks to the poor layout and weird design of my apartment, and that kept it unnaturally dark. I moved a rack of my t-shirts out of the way, checking the back for any stray zubats, when I felt a cringe go up my spine. My back straightened as I shuddered, and I heard the quiet sound of moaning coming from behind me.
I whipped around, my long, dark hair getting in my face as I turned, and when I freed myself from my sleek mane, I noticed my laptop was open, the clip having resumed itself. That was odd, because I KNOW I had closed it. Taking my place back on my bed, I paused the video again. It started up as soon as I took my finger off the track pad. Ok, so I wasn't crazy. That must mean...
"Spites!" I shouted at the air. A coarse cackling came from the shadows, and I saw his toothy grin and glowing eyes before he materialized fully. His claw was on my track pad, guiding the cursor back towards the play button. I slapped it away.
"Go be annoying somewhere else, I'm doing research," I said, wagging my finger at him.
"Gar?" His eyes shot over to the screen, and his smile grew wider. I didn't like the way he was looking at me.
"In case you'd forgotten, this is kind of my thesis? Shut up, ok??" I knew it was a poor defense, oh man, how long had he been in the closet, watching me get hot and bothered by a pair of the Ralts line fucking? Long enough, obviously, by the way he was giggling to himself. Adding to my frustration, instead of leaving the way I pointed, he settled himself in beside me, lounging on a pillow so he could have a good view of the screen. He admired his claws.
"I swear to god, if you make this weird I will carry you out myself, got it?" I sighed, turning back to the screen. He yawned, and I took that as a sign that he wasn't interested in my screen so much as he was bothering me. That was fine, I could hold out until he got bored, anyway. Now, back to where I was...
I had to know more about the owners of these pokemon. I forgoed finishing the video in favor of hunting down the original uploader. No matter how much i would have liked to see that lovely creampie Gardevoir got at the end, I skipped past to get to the credits. No names were given, but I did get a logo, a pair of red and blue masks crossed over each other. Searching Red and Blue got me clips of the famous Kanto Champions duking it out with their pokemon. 'Red Blue Masks' just brought up some shopping links. No, I needed to search something that would narrow it down. This time I tried 'Red Blue Mask Gardevoir Gallade'. Finally, a hit.
The video was very popular, there were countless reuploads and copies. I played with my search settings to find the earliest instance of the video and... Come on... There it is! It was uploaded to a dodgy looking porn site, but I got a name of the producers, Rouge Et Azul. That explained why I didn't find anything by searching red and blue, but when I put in their names, I got all the information I needed. Their website was the first link, and when I gave it a click, I knew this was going way past research.
"Warning!" The entrance stated in bold blue and red text "This website contains explicit sexual material, including but not limited to cosplay, unabashed kink, bad dialogue, cheesy special effects, ass eating, and pokephilia, which may be offensive to some viewers. You must be 18 years or older to enter this website. By going beyond this point, you acknowledge that you are 18 years or older."
Well, at least I knew what I was getting myself into- wait, pokephilia? That was a new word to me. My cursor hovered over the "Enter" graphic, another pretty logo of the blue and red masks, and I looked back at Spites. Despite my best hopes, he was still, unfortunately, eyeing me and my screen closely, his wide smile unmoved from his face. He flicked his eyes at me, waiting for me to make a move.
"Do you seriously have to watch?" I asked, adjusting my glasses. He blinked, and before I knew it he had clicked for me, his claws guiding my hand to the button and entering the site. I was stunned for a moment. I wasn't really the type to enjoy porn, sure I had stumbled across it now and then but ever since my last relationship I had been pretty avoidant of anything overtly sexual. But this... this was just a lurid display.
On either side of the screen were, I assumed, Rouge and Azul. Rouge was on the left, a pretty black girl with light skin and short bobbed dark hair. Her lips were full and shiny as she posed in white lingerie that left little to the imagination. A red scarf, matching the color of the heroine style mask obscuring her face, was tied around her neck with a little bow on the side. She showed off her lovely breasts behind white sheer fabric, matching her crotchless panties, and I could see her pubic hair shaved into a small heart. The way the white thong hugged her wide hips made me drool in a way I am embarrassed to admit, and goddamn I could see why everybody always busted a nut over thigh highs. Her legs looked so enticing in the white lace and heels.
On the right was Azul, he was a skinny white boy with light blonde hair. Honestly, he looked kind of twinky, but in an attractive way? He was slender and pale and owned it, posing tenderly but not flamboyantly. He was shirtless, in a matching scarf and mask, blue this time, and tight white boxers. I could see his package pretty well through the pants, and honestly, I admired the fact that he didn't obviously photoshop himself. He seemed to be an average size, and I could really respect him owning that instead of trying to be a gigantacock kind of guy. The way his lips were parted and he gestured to the camera made me blush, his bare chest and vulnerable pose was so inviting, filling me with a desire to run my hands through his pale hair.
The center of the page had blog posts of graphic previews for the content that lay within. Pin ups of Rouge and Azul dotted the feed, along with cleverly censored pictures of them engaging in carnal acts. Every now and then there was an adorable pinup of one of them with a pokemon, and that word again, "Pokephilia". All of the full material could be obtained at the top bar of links, sorted by the content promised in their warning blurb. There were also updates to the website, thank yous to donors and the community, reminders about forum activities, and links to affiliates between all the preview porn, so I decided to focus on those instead of the incredibly erotic previews bombarding me.
From what I could tell just by skimming, the mods seemed very genuine. They were playful and flirty (you could tell who was typing the update by the text color, which I thought was a cute touch) and responded to comments politely and pretty regularly. I never thought I'd have this much respect for a couple of pornographers, but I found myself wishing I could do something like this. It just seemed so freeing to put yourself out there, and embrace all your dark urges.
I was reading through an exchange between Rouge and CharizardChomper69 which caught my interest, CC69 was asking about the husbandry of all the pokemon used in the videos, when I was suddenly redirected. The page was nothing but Rouge, in case I couldn't tell by the red mask and images of her everywhere. Before I could click back, I was sent to a video from one of the side bars, a really cute thumbnail of Rouge with a Glaceon resting on her bare breasts. A chill brushed my arm and I glanced to the side.
"Spites!" I cried as he reappeared his claw. "I'm actually trying to do work here!"
He gave a smarmy shrug, cackling to himself as the video began to play. Rouge was in front of a bed, wearing a pure white blouse and pleated skirt. She smiled from behind her mask and flipped her scarf before working her hands down the buttons of her shirt.
"Oh my god-" I breathed, spell bound by the incredibly sexy girl shrugging off her shirt. Spites moved in closer and I could feel the chill of his spectral body on the back of my neck as we watched. She was wearing the same lingerie as her side bar image, this adorable sheer triangle halter bra that displayed her breasts behind a view of white fabric. Her nipples were cocoa colored and peaked, and she smiled as she pressed and squeezed them together for the camera. I couldn't believe how wet this was making me, I had never considered myself particularly attracted to girls, but now there was one in front of me, turning around to show off the cute lace thong concealing her mocha colored pussy, and I found myself wishing I was the one turning her around instead.
Her skirt was a modest length, short enough to be flirty but it covered her completely. Except when she bent over to specifically show off her thighs and ass. She rubbed one of her cheeks, looking back and smiling as she gave her thick ass a swat that made it jiggle. I squeezed my legs together involuntarily, watching her slide off her skirt, leaving her in just her bra, panties, and stockings.
Rouge turned back around and sat on the bed, spreading her legs so we could see in between them. A hand slipped down her stomach to her crotch and I swallowed as she pressed against her clittoral area before ghosting her fingers along her outer labia. A heavenly sigh escaped her lips and I exhaled a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. Watching her work herself from outside her panties brought an itch to my body I didn't know I'd had. I was desperate to do the same, to match the way her hands were gliding around her pussy, making the thick white lace sticky with her juices.
It wasn't long before the panties were off and i got to see her adorable, pink and brown pussy in its full glory. She was hairless except for the small heart, dark purple like her hair, right above her clit. Her fingers caressed and teased her folds, sliding her inner labia open so we could see the inside of her pussy while her thumb worked her clit in a circle. Her other hand was on one of her small breasts, pressing and squeezing as she sighed and moaned. Every sound she made was absolutely precious, and it took a lot out of me to keep myself silent with my pussy screaming for the same attention inside my jeans. I was completely motionless until I felt Spites brush my side.
My Gengar was just as enthralled by the show as I was, his red eyes completely transfixed on the screen as his ineffable smile played across his face. Did he even understand what was going on? Or was He just mirroring my reactions to the video? Then I saw what had brushed me and I squeaked, my face turning an even deeper shade of red. Between his short, stubby legs, floating a few inches off my bed, his short, thick cock was peeking out of its sheathe. I'd studied a few ghost types before, but this was my first time seeing one in person, and let me tell you 'research' does not do it justice. His shaft was dark, almost completely black, with a thick base tapering to a thin triangular head. He was about the size of my hand from middle finger to wrist, and letting off a black gas that smelled like an intoxicating chemical. I couldnt help but marvel, licking my lips unconsciously, his pheromone was like a mix of gasoline and perfume, and i wondered if he tasted just the sam-
No! No, bad thoughts! Bad, terrible, wrong thoughts!
What was I thinking?! He was my pokemon, an animal, a creature! Why in the world was he showing signs of arousal at a human sexual display? Was he just responding to my reactions?? What was going on??? I broke my eyes away and turned back to the video, where I was greeted with yet another shocking revelation. Rouge had gotten on her back and her bra was off, and now there was a Glaceon between her legs. Her head was thrown back in joy as she moaned, the camera adjusting so we could see the way Glaceon lapped at her folds. His small tongue was darting over her here and there, tiny teeth grazing her clit as every exhale made a puff of condensed breath like on a cold winter's day. And Rouge was loving it.
"Glaceon...! Oh, Glaceon! Yes, that's good..." She panted, looking down at the ice-type lavishing her. "Mm-! That's it, right there! Oh, you feel so good, I just love your tongue~!"
My jaw was agape as Glaceon kept licking and she ground her hips against his maw. Then, he pulled away to reveal his pink and grey speckled doggie dick, that he lined up to her entrance, wrapping his front paws around her hips so he could start mounting her. I slammed my laptop closed, and Spites startled out of his trance.
"No- No, no! Absolutely not! None of that now," I panted, trying to process what I had just seen, and why it had me so incredibly hot.
"Gaaaar!" Spites complained, reaching a claw to my laptop to peak under and try to continue the show, but I snapped it closed on him.
"Spites, no! Oh my god-" I cried, hugging the computer to my chest. He gave a sad growl, and I could still see his unsheathed member fuming with his arousal. The scent was making me lightheaded and my tongue felt heavy. I relaxed my grip on the laptop, only snapping back to reality when I felt him take the computer from my hands.
"Hey, no! We are NOT watching more of this!" I said firmly, shutting the laptop for the second time.
"Gaaaar!" he complained loudly, red eyes glancing over my body as he stared me down.
"Don't you talk back to me, I am your trainer! We are not watching this- whatever it is and that is final!" I finished. He crossed his arms at me and pouted and I had to comprehend what exactly I had just said. "WHY AM I ARGUING ABOUT WATCHING PORN WITH A GENGAR?!"
That's when he started laughing, his eyes squeezed shut as he brought his claws to his mouth and started cackling incessantly. Every giggle brought him higher and higher into the air and stabbed deeper and deeper into my already wounded and confused pride. Finally, I could take no more.
"Out! Get out! You little shit!" I yelled at him, standing up, throwing open my bedroom door. He just stood there laughing and it wasnt until I threw my Clefable doll at him that he started to fly away. "Yeah, you better run! You freaking jerk! Go harass someone else!"
I continued pelting plushies in his general direction, even after he had flown out a window and disappeared, heckling me all the way. Rooty had been snoozing in the moonlight on the couch and he turned to me with a look of concern on his sleepy face. I couldn't face him, slamming the door to hide my shame, and crawling back to my bed. I holed up under the covers without even bothering to change or remove my glasses, just wanting to disappear into the cushions and stupid, age inappropriate bedding for the rest my life and cease my pathetic, shameful existence.
Then, I slept.