FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Next station: Goldenrod" sounded mechanical voice of the announcer. Awoken from his nap, Jake looked groggily across the window of the famed Magnet Train. Magnificent views spreading across the outside were changing with amazing speed. Soon, rural fields where Miltank and Mareep were grazing on the green grasses changed into the more familiar city landscape. Nestled against the young trainer's arm was Irma- his first Pokemon, a Gothitelle."Wake up, sleepyhead" he said while rubbing her head affectionately.

"Thiii..." Came back annoyed reply. Along with her indifferent stare one would say the Pokemon's composure would be slightly off-putting, but Jake learned to read small changes in her mood through three years of their companionship. Soon enough, he felt a familiar prod of her psyche trying to engage a conversation. With a blink of his eyes he let her in.

"What happens?" She asked, confused. When she was begging her nap, they didn't even exit Saffron yet. The atmosphere changed, along with the view outside, leaving Irma uneasy for a moment.

"We're almost there" the human could hardly contain his excitement. Spending his life in Unova, he had yet to witness the wonders other regions could provide. His parents bent to his pleas after seeing they couldn't stand against their son's adventourous spirit anymore. They went to one of many Castellia's travel guides and picked Jhoto as a nice place for Jake to begin his trip. The road was long and tiresome one, Irma having trouble sleeping yet firmly opposing going into the Pokeball.

Now, she was barely stiffling a yawn, holding one of her hand-like paws against her mouth. She was almost as big as Jake, so he bought an additional ticket for her with the money he got working his part-time job. Her long dress flowing onto the seat an floor beneath, her hair kept meticoulously ordered even with the road's hardships along the way, she presented herself as a well kept and taken care of, unmistakable pride of her trainer. On the other hand, Jake's own hair were as messy as one would expect after a twenty hour long ride. Some strings fallen out from under his cap and his clothes were quite ruffled. Not even started the serious part, with the fire of excitement burning brightly in his green eyes, he already looked like a seasoned adventurer.

Their first goal was near the Goldenrod, thankfully. As they exited the crowded train station, the amazing view of the Goldenrod's buildings took away Jake's breath. Sure, living in Castellia he was familiar with skyscrapers and tall city buildings, but Jhoto's architecture left totally different impression than his home. Rustic, traditional elements composed tastefully with almost futuristic exterior made for an unique sight. And off to the side, a monumental building of Jhoto Radio Tower was growing above all the others. The rays of the setting sun glistened off the windowed walls of the tower, leaving the impression of the whole building being lit up.

Jake and Irma's goal was to the other way though. Thanks to the GPS built into the Jake's Pokedex, he quickly found the location of the nearest Pokemon Center. As an official trainer, he was obliged to register in the local Pokemon League Office when going into the newly visited region. Thankfully, it could also be done remotely from any Pokemon Center in this region. It was even better that their hotel was close to the Center, as the time was heading into the evening and the sights for shower and bed were eagerly welcomed by the weary travellers.

As they kept walking down the red stone-paved streets, Jake noticed his excitement was rubbing off on Irma. "Psychic links have their advantages" thought trainer happily. Almost instantly, an annoyed groan and stare answered from his Pokemon. "Ahh... And some drawbacks too, I guess..." His good mood didn't falter though and he playfully nudged Irma's side and smiled to her.

"Come on, you grump! Lighten up a little!" Irma blushed a little, but smiled. He knew his partner was not too keen on the physical contact, but couldn't help himself from giving her a poke or hug every now and then. Sometimes he envied other trainers having more cuddly or playful Pokemon, but there was no one other that he would rather have beside him while travelling or battling. Their "fun times" consisted mostly of playing chess or reading and while Irma could do both herself, she often preferred sharing these activities with him. She wasn't too fond of the beauty treatment (a thing she was exclaiming loudly and oftenly), but Jake noticed she always kept herself with a prideful glow after throuough brushing and washing. She didn't speak much, but always shared her opinion and advised Jake when asked. He learned not to push her too hard as when prodded too much she tended to get irritable and fussy.

She was also a very clean Pokemon and even now as they were standing before Pokemon Center, Gothitelle was levitating couple inches above the ground to keep her feet and dress from getting dusty. As they entered, she looked at the floor and deciding it was clear enough, landed gracefully. The pair closed in to the central point of the lobby, where one of Nurse Joy's just finished a phone call. It was not strange for such big cities to employ more than one Nurse at a time, and Jake already spotted two so far. He beckoned Irma to come closer and went up to the closest one."Welcome to the Pokemon Center! What can I help you with today?" she almost sang as her proffessional smile appeared."Hello. My name is Jake Raystone, I'm a Pokemon trainer from Unova. I came here to register with the local Pokemon League Office."

"Great! Just hand me your pokedex for a couple minutes so we can begin registeration process." He stretched out his hand across the counter and Nurse Joy plugged his Pokedex to the terminal. "So, Unova? Not many trainers hailing from your region pass by here. What brings such a young man to Jhoto?" She implored, eyeing him, clearly interested in his story.

"Well, I was brought up in the Castellia, set on the Unova exploration about two years ago... I guess it was a bit too packed for me. I prefer quiet countryside over the noises of the city. Or at least I hope so. There's also one more thing. I'm looking for a breeding partner for Irma here." He gestured towards his Gothitelle, which suddenly decided to take interest in the look of her own paws. Her blush was unmistakable too. Jake knew he'd be hearing about this later. For now he was saved by an electronic tone, signalling the end of data transmission. "Here you go! Your Pokedex has been updated with local Pokemon list and trainer information. Where are you staying?"

"Well, I've registered us to the New Road Inn. I've heard it's a nice place for trainers with reasonable fees and all."

"It sure is! If that's all for today, I wish you both have a great time in Jhoto region! I hope to see you again!"

"Thank you, bye!"

With that, Jake went out into the cool breeze of the early evening. Irma, still floating silently by his side, pouted when he crossed his eyes with hers. An insistent prod formed in his mind and with resigned sigh he let her in.

"What were you thinking Jake! Blabbering about my intimate life to some random hussy! How could you!" sudden outburst from usually calm and collected Pokemon made Jake almost trip over his own feet.

"I was just having a friendly chat with a Pokemon League official! And a nurse of all people! It's not like she didn't know about Pokemon intimate lifes! And hussy!? Why so much sudden enmity towards a stranger?" Thought trainer before realizing she could read his mind now. Her reaction was a strange one. Instead of rage or tears Jake expected, there was a quick pang of embarassment just before Irma forcefully ejected herself from their connection. She hung her head lowly before giving him an apologizing stare and silently floating toward their hotel location. Jake quickened his pace and closed the distance between them to put his arm on her shoulder. She stopped, startled from a sudden contact.

"We will talk about this in the hotel. It's not like I can read minds, but I can see you're clearly stressed about something and I'd like this matter resolved so we can keep travelling in peace." She blushed again, clearly embarassed and gave him the slightest of nods. She knew there was no escape from this talk. The rest of the road went on in silence, until finally they stopped in front of the hotel.

The building itself was nothing to write home about, but it matched the rest of city's architecture very well. Entering, they've found themselves in quite spacious lobby, corridors leading to the rows of the doors both on the ground and first floors. Behind the counter, a girl looking not much older than Jake sat resting her head on her hands, reading some kind of magazine and looking clearly bored. She didn't seem to notice Jake until he stood right in front of her, clearing his throat meaningfully. She stood up quickly, almost falling down in the process, catching the counter for balance in the last moment. Red on face, she exclaimed a little too loud: "Welcome to the New Road Inn! My name is Isabelle, what can I help you with today?"

"Umm... Hi. My name's Jake Raystone, I've a reservation here. Trainer room, one pokemon." He responded. "Ohhh Kaayy, lemme see here..." Isabelle's eyes focused on the screen on the desk to the side. Couple commands later, she smiled at him again. "It's alright, room number 43 for you! Breakfast is served in the dining hall, corridor to the left, first floor. If you wish to call for any assistance, the reception number is right there, on the room card" She handed Jake a key card. "We also provide breakfast to bed service, for an additional fee. Our menu and prices will be updated to your Pokedex. Enjoy your stay!" She was positively beaming and Jake looked puzzled by her sudden change of demeanour. Neverthless, he thanked her for information, opened his Pokedex and accepted the information transfer. Taking his key card he went to his room, Irma still following closely.

The room was nice and comfortable, big enough to handle Pokemon of most popular sizes. Two beds, a TV and a bathroom with a tub were everything Jake and Irma could wish for after long and tiresome travel. It was the bath that took the top priority on the trainers list too.

"Wait for me, I'll just take a quick bath." He threw over his arm to the Gothitelle and took off his shirt before stepping inside the bathroom.

Lukewarm water and a chance to sit took out most of Jake's apprehensions and calmed him down. Irma has never been rude to anyone before. At first her behaviour shocked him, but now he started to see where she was coming from. Long journey, new surroundings and above all, apprehension towards one of the goals of coming to Jhoto... It all made her uneasy. Jake scolded himself silently while tying a towel over his hips and stepping back into the room.

He expected her raging or sulking, floating from one side of the room to the other. Instead, he found her sprawled on the bed, sleeping deeply. "Guess she was really tired afterall..." Thought Jake somberly and rolled her into sheet burrito. She was so peaceful like that. He hoped a good night's rest would bring back her calm demeanour. Meanwhile, feeling pretty tired himself, he threw himself onto bed as well. As soon as he hit the pillow, he was asleep.

He was woken up not long after by something familiar. It was the psychic contact, reaching out to him from Irma. Not even opening his eyes, he let the connection happen.

And then he fell down.

Perplexed, he got up on his knees to look around... "I am back home! No, wait... Some things don't match, the stairs seem much longer and the distances are off... Then... A dream? But it's so real..." He's been sure Irma has reached out for him and... "Oh! It must be her dream! "

A noise upstairs startled him. He knew he shouldn't stroll around Irma's dream like that, that it was rude was the least of his worries, but... His Pokemon's outburst came back to Jakes mind and carefully he begun walking upstairs. Suddenly, he was on the top. "Heh, funny how the distance works in dreamland." He thought and focused on the noise's origin. And not long after, he stood before the door to his own room, beyond which the noise's origin could be heard. As soon as he heard it clearer, he began to back away. They were moans, sounds of unmistakeable kind. He was almost by the stairs when inbetween the groans and whimpering of Irma, he heard...

"Ahhh... Jake... Ahh, no, Master, please!..." His legs shook. and he grabbed the nearby shelf to keep himself steady. Irma never called him master. Also, Irma never EVER ushered even a word that could bring him to the conclusion that she wanted him. Shaken, but curious beyond his reasoning, he grabbed the doorknob and peeked inside.

The sight left his mouth gaping and eyes opened widely. On his very bed was... Himself, kneeling there, holding Irma's slender hips in his arms. Wet slaps emanated from between their intertwined thighs, his sharp jabs mirrored by her wanton pushes and moans. Her lithe arms covered her eyes, all that could be seen being her reddened cheeks and parted lips, her small tongue pushing out lustful sounds, reverberating inside Jake's ears.

As the trainer was taking in this lewd scene, listening to his clone's grunts and Irma's pleas for more, he felt stirring in his own pants. He'd never think about his own Pokemon that way, but still, he was only 16 years old and his hormones set his loins ablaze. Reaching down to his pants he begun feeling himself, slowly massaging the quckly growing bulge. Irma's body was arching, her moans becoming more and more urgent, almost desperately so. His clone thrusted more violently, picking up both the pace and the force, fueled by the Gothitelle's own desire. Jake's cock was already at full mast, springing free as the trainer pulled down his pants a little.

And just as Irma's began to shake, her arms gripping sheets forcefully, Jake's clone fluttered. Her eyes, full of passion just a while ago, betrayed the frustration lying below. Just like that, the clone resumed his thrusts, forcing himself into her smaller body, her moans growing once again, only to be stopped at the brink of her climax. "She can't maintain her illusion while cumming" guessed Jake and stopped his strokes as he noticed tears of frustration in her eyes. After couple more times, she dismissed the clone's existence with a gesture of a shaking hand. And then she sat there on his bed, tangled in his sheets and began crying.

Jake zipped his pants hurriedly and opened the door. She looked at him with unseeing eyes at first, but just as her vision focused through the tears, she shrieked and covered herself with sheets. "Mas... Jake! What are you doing here!?" Jake never seen her so afraid. He'd never seen her naked as well, so he guessed it was a bit of a night of firsts for him.

"Well... You must've... brought me in here... while sleeping, I felt an... urgent... request for connection and then... I've heard a noise... And I've seen it." He didn't know what to say, quite fazed himself. He started walking towards her calmly, only to see her cover herself more tightly. He stopped at once."Come on... Irma. It's me. You know I won't hurt you." She sniffled."I... I know, Jake. It's just... I don't want to hurt you! And seeing me... Seeing this, you must really think I'm some kind of rude, untrained Pokemon to have such dreams about my trainer! But it's so hard, and the heat...I'm so sorry... Please, don't hate me! Please!" She was sobbing the whole time, her voice small and timid. Such a change in a partner Jake thought he knew so well. "Oh! You're in heat already!? Arceus in heavens, it's my fault for not noticing it!" Jake scolded himself, feeling incredibly guilty for missing such an important information. It hasn't been so long since her evolution and he knew that she would go in heat eventually, but so soon!? Irma looked at him with rounded, teary eyes.

"Stop... it. It's not just... the heat. I've had... a thing for you for... quite a while now. I've been so embarassed, my Arceus, but how could I not love you!? You feed me, help me, you take care of me through my better and worse days... You're always there for me. But I don't want you to hate me. To look at me like the freak... The bad Pokemon I am. I... I know what I have to do. I'm going to eat this dream. You won't remember a thing." And then, still sobbing, she began to adjust flow of the psychic strings within the dream, preparing the Dream Eater attack...