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Pokephilia Story

A Pokephile is Born (Fran's Tale P.1)

By J.C. Solis

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The sermon in church was profound, as Pastor Christian Solis gave the crowd a mighty good lesson to learn about keeping faith in one's self, as well as in Arceus and the other Creatures of Creation. Confidence can easily be spoiled, ruined, torn asunder. But having someone close in your heart will help bear the pain of even loss and grief. Fran was taken by the words of the Pastor.

She was a new arrival in Lakeshire Town, and didn't know much people other than her Uncle Paulo, who moved here many years ago from the Alola region. This new region definitely wasn't the tropical and fruitful region that she used to live in. But Paolo needed someone to help with his failing business, and Fran was the girl with a recent business major who was willing to help her dear Uncle; even if it mean leaving the familiar sight of Melemele Island and the familiar sights of Hau'oli City and the surrounding forest. She had brought with her pokemon partner, Ivan the Incineroar--her main partner pokemon when challenging the Alola Grand Trial and Pokemon League, and the only pokemon from back home that she wanted to take.

Ivan was taken aback by the sermon as well. He understood the grief that he had to comfort, when both of Fran's parents were killed by an Ultra Beast during the Ultra Wormhole Catastrophe that occured when she was a little girl. Though the Aether Foundation did a splendid job of quelling the monsters that appeared, it was not enough to save her parents from a massive beast that smashed her home and left it in rubble with her parents still inside. Ivan was Fran's protector and guardian, but more importantly her partner in Poke-Volley Ball.

The sport of Volleyball, but with pokemon, at least was one thing that Lakeshire had that reminded Fran of home.

She had been living with her Grandma Grace and the rest of her aunts, uncles, and cousins before heading over to this region. But Ivan was overall a laid-back and fun loving pokemon. He obeyed Fran's orders, but liked to add his array of tricks to the order given. None the less, he was a happy pokemon, and was fond of dragging Fran into messes that often times ended as either a funny moment, an embarassment, or a mess in which they had to claw out of. None the less, Fran and Ivan were stalwart partners, with Ivan sometimes acting like her big and fiery guardian.

But Fran had a secret, and it was thanks to the Island Guardians of Alola that she has it. She one day was surrounded by Tapu'Koko, Tapu'Lele, Tapu'Bulu, and Tapu'Fini when she was in a festival after her victory of becoming a Grand Trial Champion. The four guardians gave her the ability to Talk and Communicate with Pokemon, something that she knew only Pokephiles and other people had. She herself was not a Pokephile, but she had been curious as to why people would have sex with their pokemon. To her it was taboo. Pokemon were merely partners and helpers, and not meant to be lovers or romantic partners. In church, she could here various people talking with other voices that didn't sound human. There were Pokephiles in the church, and she wondered why Arceus allowed such a thing like this to happen. After church, Fran went outside with Ivan to go to Uncle Paulo's house. She noticed many male eyes looking upon her, and some where even nonhuman.

She, herself, was a rather beautiful woman, as she was light colored skin and had black hair. She wore a traditional Alolan red beanie and was quite fit looking, due to her practicing Volleyball. But she also had a big appetite, as she had a ravaging metabolism that she often found hard to sate.

"You hungry, Fran?" said Ivan. "I can hear you belly rumbling like a snorlax who's been fasting for a week."

"Shut up, Ivan," jeered Fran, even though she knew he was right on the mark. Her stomach was on empty, despite the big plate of food that she had over at Uncle Paulo's house this morning, and decided it was time to head home to have a big lunch. As she walked, she bumped into someone; a large, powerful yet sweet looking young man. He was accompanied by a Gardevoir, who wore a chain necklace of the Crest of Arceus.

"Sorry about that, miss," said the man.

"Same here," said the Gardevoir. "We didn't mean to cause you any trouble."

"It's okay," smiled Fran. But then, upon looking at the young man's face, she immediately recognized him. "Hey! You're Pastor Solis' son, right?"

"Guilty as charged," he beamed. "My name is Justin Solis, and my Gardevoir is my Partner Pokemon, Lillia. Who might you be?" he asked.

"The name's Ivan, bub," pushed in the Incineroar. "And this here is my trainer, Fran. I hope you don't try anything, unless you want to get a scorched."

"Don't worry," chuckled Justin. "I'm not trying anything like that. I just wanted to meet our newest member of Town. Welcome to Lakeshire Town, Fran and Ivan!" He understood Ivan? thought Fran. The Pastor's son is a Pokephile? Is no one in this town reserved from committing Beastiality? thought Fran. She wondered if she should ask hm if he understood.

"You understood Ivan?" asked Fran

"Loud and clear," said Justin. "

My master is a son of a Pastor, so he automatically gets the ability to speak to pokemon," added Lilia. "It's a wonderful gift I gotta say."

"How did you manage to speak to Pokemon, Fran. You understood Lillia, so does that mean that-"

"No!" shouted Fran, not wanting that word be uttered. "I am able to talk to pokemon as a gift from the Island guardians of Alola. I beat the Grand Trial Championship, and the Guardians blessed me with understanding and talking to pokemon."

Justin whistled his surprise. "A champion, eh?" he then said. "I remember trying the Pokemon League over at Kalos when I was at University over there. I only made it into the semi-finals before I got eliminated," he the scratched his head.

"I was unable to best an Aggron that Mega-evolved," said Lillia guiltily. "Even with my Mega-Evolution, the steel type was just too strong for me to overcome."

"Don't worry about it, Lillia," said Justin as he hugged her. "At least we had a wonderful journey, and I'll never forget that for as long as I live." The Gardevoir smiled cheerfully at her trainer's encouragement and wrapped her arms around her trainer as well. This sort of expression warmed Fran's heart. She enjoyed looking at Justin and Lillia display of affection for each other. Yet she couldn't remove the nagging feeling that this youg man she was talking to, was a Pokephile. Tapu Koko once told her that Arceus was now allowing stronger bonds between Pokemon and People to better strengthen the overall companionship between the two, but she didn't necessarily follow that mantra.

If Ivan ever got frisky with her, it would be off to the Daycare Center with him so he can find his... "Release of pent-up Tension".

Fran and Ivan said their goodbyes to Justin and Lillia and went on their way back home. Uncle Paulo's house was not far, and his shop just so happened to be in front of the house. 'Paulo Poli's Flower House', the flower shop that he owned, was a once popular place to sell flowers and plants, especially exotic flowers and plants found in temperate forests, jungles and the tropics. Now, it barely is able to pay off it's monthly rent, among other things such as supplies and stock.

This is where Fran came in.

A large, bulky man stood in front of the shop and was watering some flowers. He wore khaki shorts and a blue short sleeved button shirt, and his skin was rather tan and brown. He seemed to realise that Fran was coming because he then turned his head around to greet her. "Alola, Francine," said Uncle Paulo. "How was church, my dear niece? Did you fall in love with the Pastor's voice like I said you would?" he then chuckled.

"Pastor Solis is such an incredible speaker," said Fran, much to her Uncle's prediction. "He really knows how to talk. It's like a though he knows the exact words to say."

"Heard any Pokemon conversations lately?" said her uncle.

"Tch. You mean the Pokemon talking to their trainers? Yeah, I heard them," she said with a bit of disgust. "There were so many pokephiles in church that..."

"Easy there now, Fran," slowed down Uncle Paulo. "Let's not spill the beans on those people. Let them live the life they want to live."

"But what they're doing is wrong!" voiced Fran. "What you may consider to be wrong may in fact be something that feels right to them," said Paulo. "What matters, in those relationships, is what the heart wants. They are doing nothing wrong, in my eyes. It is like the LGBTQ Rights Movements that happened when I was your age. It was taboo to commit homosexual acts and bond in homosexual relationships, but now it has become a common occurence."

Fran was silent in this regard. She realized that social norms have not yet accepted Pokephilia, yet Arceus had declared it good. The key was acceptance, and she had yet to accept Pokephilia, just like how many older folk still don't recognize homosexuality. She figured that even though she may not like it, it was not like she was going to do it herself. She then looked at Ivan and what she could find attractive about him. He was big and furry, had large muscles, was fierce yet quite handsome and... Oh Arceus! she thought. Why were these thoughts so easy to have? It was like as though she had a bond that - and that is where she realized it. It was a special bond between the trainer and Pokemon that allowed them to bypass any taboo they may feel otherwise.

Ivan noticed Fran looking at him and smiled. Fran looked away as she blushed. Realizing where all this was going, she and Ivan headed inside the shop and decided to get to work on making advertisment flyers to post around town. She and Ivan began designing different posters on the shop's computer and printed several out as prototypes. When she liked what she saw, she printed out close to a hundred in total of five diffrerent types of posters, twenty for each one. With Ivan shepping the heavy stack, Fran took a large staple gun and tape roll and began to staple some of them to wooden posts and tape some to metal beams around the whole town. It was hard work, but within three hours she had posted all one hundred posters were all over Lakeshire Town.

"Phew! I guess we're all done Ivan," said Fran. "I hope that this low budget advertising will help with Uncle's sales."

"This was all hard work," said Ivan. "I gotta say that-"

"HELP!!!" screamed the voice of a young woman.

Immediately, the two scoured where the voice could be coming from. Someone was in trouble, and they had to find out who it was. They came to a side alley in between some two building, and there was a young woman in in a black tank, red blouse and red felt hat. She had a greninja who was unconcious on the floor as she was approached by a shady, tall and thinly man with an Aggron.

"No one can hear you now, Sariah," said the creepy, tall man. "Your water ninja frog is no match for my Aggron. And now, at long last, you are all mine."

"Hey!" yelled out Fran. "What're you doing with her?!"

"What does it look like?" said the man. "I suggest you move on back to your Uncle's flower shop, you Alolan slut."

"Fuck off, you flower bitch and fire cat," said the large Aggron. "Give me a shot at a move. I dare yah!"

A great tinge of anger rose on Ivan's face. He didn't like being called the insult he was told, but his blood boiled at what the pokemon said of his trainer. "I'll kick your metal and rock ass, you fat, bricked-headed motherfucker!" roared Ivan.

"I've got the trainer, Ivan. You go after the big pokemon," said Fran.

"You two think you're a match for the both of us?" laughed the Man. His eyes had a crazed look about them, almost as though he was obsessive. "Get them, Samson!"

"With pleasure," said the Aggron, forming a light beam in his hands. He let out a powerful Flash Cannon, but the Incineroar was much faster and easily dodged out of the way.

"Ivan! Use Darkest Lariat!" said Fran, and the large cat jumped up in the air, doing a violent spin and crashed onto the stone and metal pokemon brute, staggering him. "Now, use Rock Smash!" and as soon as he stopped spinning, he then through a powerful punch on the Aggron's gut, staggering him even more with the Quadruple Effective move.

"Enough messing around!" shouted the man. He lifted up a stone in the air, and the Aggron began to glow, transforming itself into a pure steel tyrant. The mega-evolution, when complete, showed the mighty Aggron in full armor. "What do you have to say about that?" with the Aggron opening it's mouth to release a Hyper Beam

"This, you rat bastard!" Fran got her Incinium Z in her Z-Ring and did the pose, her energy filling her pokemon up and charging Ivan with intense power. "Now we're talking," said Ivan as he lept in the air once more. Samson the Mega-Aggron launched the Hyper Beam, but before it could make contact, Ivan had already entered his phase into doing the Z-move: Malicious Moonsault. Ivan hit the Hyper Beam dead on, but his powerful move was much too great for the Hyper beam to repel. Ivan crashed into the Aggron, and a huge blast of a shockwave blew dust everywhere. But when the dust settled, the results of the battle were revealed: Ivan stood on top of a now reverted to normal Samson, who was KO'd by the powerful Z-move. Ivan was a little worse for wear, but the Aggron he was standing on top of was completely out for the count.

"Samson!" yelled out the man, running to his pokemon. He then put the KO'd pokemon back in its Poke ball. "Damn it, I can't believe this is the second time we lost." ]

"Now leave, Arnold," yelled the young woman named Sariah. "I already called the cops. They're not going to like how you broke my restraining order on you." The man named Arnold tried to run, running aside Fran and Ivan, but he was stopped dead in his tracks by three squad cars and two motorcycles. Sariah had really done what she had said she'd done, and Arnold was pinned down to the ground by a motley team of Police Officers and their pokemon. An Officer Jenny came over with handcuffs as Arnold did his best to resist.

"Arnold Sarcassian, you are under arrest," said Officer Jenny, "for violating your restraining owner, stalking and harassing, and attacking without merit a woman and her pokemon."

"Oh man," he groaned. He knew it was back to the slammer for another few months--or worse, back in the mental ward.

Fran and Ivan were pleased to see justice done by their hands, but they then went over to the woman named Sariah and her fallen Greninja pokemon partner. The Greninja had now regained consciousness, and Sariah was tending to his injuries with potions and bandages. "Thank you so much for saving us," said Sariah with a grateful smile. "You really got me out of a jam."

"Thank you," said the strained voice of the Greninja. "You saved my trainer where I failed. You have my thanks," he said.

"You're welcome, bub," said Ivan with a feral smile. "I don't like pieces of shit like that guy and his Aggron going about and wreaking havoc, forcing themselves upon others. It was rather fun going about and whopping their asses."

"I know," said Sariah. "That guy has some obsession with me. He really doesn't know when to quit." Fran was caught off guard by Sariah understanding Ivan's speech. Was she a... "Anyways, it's nice to meet you two. My name is Sariah Price, and this is my cute froggy pokemon, Razor."

"My name is Francine Oli'vere," replied Fran with a smile. "And this is my partner Ivan," she then hugged his arm. "I actually am new here. I hail from the Alola region."

"Wait, are you Paulo Joko 'Poli' Oli'vere's niece?" said Sariah. Fran blushed, realizing that she was immediately recognized. "I heard that he had a niece coming from Alola, and by the looks of your clothes, I guess you do hail from there." Fran blushed again. "Would you two like to come to my house and talk a bit?" said Fran. "I got more medical supplies to heal Razor over there."

"Thank you," said Sariah, accepting the offer.

And so, the two trainers and pokemon headed out of the alley and headed back to Uncle Paulo's house. Ivan and Sariah carried Razor on their shoulders, realizing that he was too weak to walk on his own--thankfully, he was a lightweight and didn't need much strength from either Ivan or Sariah to be carried. Upon arriving at the flower shop, Uncle Paulo came rushing out to see if what he heard was true. "Francine, child!" he said. "I am glad you are okay. I heard that there was a fierce pokemon battle and that you were caught in the middle of it." He then looked at Sariah. "You're not hurt as well, are you?"

"I am fine, Mister Paulo," said Sariah. "You're niece is quite the battler." "We're all fine, Uncle," said Fran. "Ivan and I were helping out a fellow trainer in need. Is there somewhere we can lay down our good friendly Greninja pal on?" "Certainly, come inside. I will gather some Sitrus Berries from the garden and my medical kit. You can lay him down on the sofa inside the house." And so that is what the gang did. The gang entered the house that was behind the flower shop and Razor was laid on the sofa.

"I am sorry that I failed to beat back Samson again, Sariah," lamented Razor. "I guess I'm not strong enough to beat him unless I know a strong enough Z-move or can Mega evolve."

"It's okay, Razor," said Sariah, planting a kiss on his tongue scarf. "I know you did your best. Maybe one day we'll travel to Alola and try the Grand Trials in order to get Z-crystals to power you up."

Fran was caught off guard by what she just heard. "You understood your pokemon?" Sariah, realizing that she had been caught, blushed her cheeks red. "Yes. I can understand pokemon speech. I am a Pokephile, and Razor is not just my partner, but also my lover."

"You really scored on getting a pretty trainer as good looking as Sariah, Razor," Ivan then said with a giggle, only to be bumped in the gut hard by Fran's elbow. Fran was curious and slightly disturbed by Sariah's blatant admission. But she didn't seem to be any different from any other trainers Fran has met. She was definitely pretty, which Ivan was keen on acknowledging. But she then remembered the words of Uncle Paulo sage words on what the heart wanted. Was it really so bad? she then wondered. Sariah and Razor seemed normal enough. She tried to build up the nerve to ask them further questions, and when she did, Sariah and Razor spilled the beans completely.

They were not ashamed of what they were doing. Rather, what they did seemed to empower them further in the taboo that they were committing. Sariah went on to tell how Razor began having growing feelings for Sariah after he evolved from a Frogadier to a Greninja, and how Sariah immediately accepted him as both his Soul Mate and partner. Sariah too wondered many times if what she was doing was right, but when she received the power to speak to Pokemon from Arceus, she realized that it couldn't be too bad if The Alpha himself was condoning it. Though Sariah didn't go into full details as to her sexual life with Razor--as it was very perverted, much less talk about their bondage rig--she did say that their bond after becoming Pokephilia lovers grew even more, and that Razor had grown even stronger in battle since their times of bonding; though he was still too weak to take on the goliath Samson the Aggron.

Fran once more looked at Ivan, her partner pokemon since childhood and the closest person to her in her life. Was Pokephilia really as bad as she was meant to believe? Sariah and Razor seemed happy, though they did mention that they had to practice what they were doing in secret because of the stigma against it. Yet the pair changed Fran's views greatly. They were happy with each other, and the more they bonded the stronger both of them became. Maybe this was one benefit to Beastiality- no! Fran thought. This wasn't the same thing that she had stigma against. This was something more wholesome, more caring, more genuine.

Fran had boyfriends in the past, but almost all of them were egotistical or just wanted to get into her pants. Would a pokemon be any better?

Uncle Paulo soon came with the Sitrus berries and the Med Kit and began to tend Razor's injuries. The potions burned a bit, but they did the job, and the berries filled him back up with energy. In a short while he was back on his feet, able to walk and move like normal again. Uncle Paulo invited Sariah and Razor to dinner, but the two declined, saying that they had to get back home. Much to Paulo's dismay, he sadly had to let them go without them tasting his delicious recipe for Alolan Chowder. Fran, Ivan and Paulo gave their goodbyes to the couple, and soon the late evening started to come. It seemed that the flyers that Fran had posted around town had worked, as twenty people came to visit the shop to make a purchase within two hours--more than what Paulo would get in four days. Money was pouring in, and when he closed up shop that night, he hugged Fran and Ivan in a great big bear hug, the large man squeezing the two and leaving them unable to believe.

"I have to thank you, Francine. You've helped bring my shop out of danger from declaring bankruptcy! I'm getting customers again!" he said jubilantly. "

Can't... breath," she gasped.

"Same here," said Ivan.

Realizing this, Paulo let go of them. "I hope that you'll keep helping me. I may have had a boost in sales today, but I'm still in the red. I need all your advertising smarts to help me, Fran," he said.

"Will do, Uncle!" pepped Fran.

The three had dinner soon after. After dinner, with the night now finally here, Fran and Ivan went to their bedroom, locking the door behind them and jumping onto bed. They were very sleepy, but they did have a lot on their mind. But they did fall asleep into a nap from their food. The two seemed to drift simultaneously, their bodies falling into dreamscape before they could even react. It was very strange for them to sleep so suddenly...

...But their dream was by no means their own...

Fran woke up in a white area, white as far as the eye could see. She must still be dreaming, she thought. But strangely enough, she found herself unable to wake up. She seemed trap in this void of white. To her other surprise, she didn't even feel like she was standing. Rather she felt that she was floating in the white backdrop. She then heard a rumbling, almost like a growl, one which she immediately recognized. She swiveled her body to see the face of Ivan, looking off as though he didn't like what was going on.

"What's the matter, Ivan?" asked Fran.

"I don't like this dream," he said with a grumble. "We fell asleep so suddenly. I don't know if this is some Darkrai's curse or what, but we didn't fall asleep naturally." "

I think you two are ready to commit to a new life... for the better," said a voice out in front of Ivan and Fran. "I feel you two are ready to embrace one another. I can feel it in both of your hearts the love you two feel for each other."

Ivan felt his skin crawl, realizing who was the person who was talking to them. "Arceus," he whimpered. "Fran. Arceus is with us."

"I know," she said, grabbing his warm paw.

"I want you two to extend to a new level of love and romance that I feel that you two are in the midst of reaching," said the voice of the Alpha, the form of Arceus taking form: the wispy back of his head, his silver white body, his green eyes, and the axel on his midsection. Arceus, the creator of everything, was now in front of the two.

"But what you want us to do is wrong!" shouted Fran. "I can't do something I am against."

"Are you truly?" questioned Arceus. "I can feel your heart beat otherwise. You've been pondering doing it. You've even considered rewarding Ivan with it after you've won the Alola Grand Championship. Your voice says one thing, but Your mind and heart says another."

"Is that true, Fran?" said Ivan. Fran just blushed at being caught. Arceus really was a god-like, omnipotent pokemon. The truth was now revealed. Fran had actually been considering having a Pokephilia relationship several times in her life. She was curious. She was contemplating one, and how it must feel like to have sex with a pokemon. She has been swooning secretly over Ivan, and wants to bring their relationship even further. But her moral judgement often times veered her away from that. She was confused and dumbstruck, but just like what Paulo said, the Heart wants what it wants.

"I do want to carry forward, Father Arceus," said Fran, admitting what her heart wants. "But I'm so unsure, and I'm also afraid. I worry what will become of me if I take the plunge into this. What will change of me?"

"Nothing... unless you allow that to change yourself," said the Alpha. "I allowed for romantic and sexual bonding between Humans and Pokemon for a reason, Francine. And that is to make both creatures stronger. I wish for a better connection between Pokemon and humans, and I hope that with what I said, you and Ivan will be able to better connect in a way not previously felt before.

"Trust in me, Francine. I only wish the best for you and all my children," said Arceus, and soon the presence left, leaving Ivan and Fran alone in the white void...

Fran and Ivan woke up in a gasp. They had just had one of the most vivid dream in their entire lives, yet it was clear what the dream was about.

"What a strange dream," said Fran.

"It sure was," said Ivan as he shook his head.

"I guess even the Alpha knows what I want."

"So, you're interested in me then, right Fran?" said Ivan in a cheeky voice. "I never thought you'd be falling in love with a pokemon."

Fran's face turned a bright red. "I guess I am," she admitted. "But what do you think about that whole Pokephilia thing, Ivan?" said Fran. "Sariah and Razor were pretty nice. And I wonder how they manage to hide all their... you know."

"Well, from what I can tell, I can't see nothing wrong with what they're doing. They seem like good sports," said Ivan. "I mean I wouldn't mind getting into that."

Fran was shocked to hear what he heard from Ivan. He was okay with committing to a Pokephilia relationship? But... but... But why did she feel the same way? Francine has been basically given the green light to do something she was against. But would she carry through? She clung on tighter to Ivan's paw. She was just so confused right now, but she at least wanted to take one step forwards in this. She climbed on top of Ivan putting herself on his large, warm chest. His musk was pleasant and comforting, and in return Ivan hugged Fran with both arms.

She looked at his green and yellow eyes and he looked at her blue eyes. In a very quick motion Ivan licked the tip of her nose, to which she smiled and blushed at. She wondered if this was it. Was she going to take the plunge?

She stuck out her tongue, as did Ivan, and the two tongues touched one another. Ivan's tongue was rough while Fran's was smooth, but the two closed the gap between their mouths and tongued each other's mouth. Fran felt her heart skipping beats, and her desire began to grow. Maybe this was how people got into it, she thought. Trainer and Pokemon just give in to each other and the emotions that they felt, the feeling of want they had, the desire they craved. The newfound lovers continued kissing, their tongues still lapping around each other's, saliva being swapped and their faces burning red from blush. Fran was now entranced in this kissing session. She almost didn't want it to end.

She then felt something growing from Ivan's crotch, and to her wonder was his growing penis. It was feline and long, thick and hard, with a slight knot at the beginning once it fully came out. "I guess you're ready to take the plunge, eh Big Boy," she said teasingly to Ivan.

"Perhaps," he said. "But what about you, Fran? Can you take on a large poke-dick like mine. Maybe not," he then began to tease. "From what I know, you are still a virgin. All those guys you dated, and still you are untouched."

Fran punched his shoulder, much to his snickering, saying "Shut up" before she began to lower her shorts and then her panties. Throwing them to the ground, she then began to climb over Ivan's cock.

This was it, she thought. She was nervous as all hell, since Ivan was grinning at her apprehension, but slowly she lowered herself onto him. She felt the dick at her clit, but wondered if she could even fit such a large phallus inside her. The tip entered, and she felt the wonderful feeling of being penetrated. Very soon, however, she came upon her roadblock - her hymen.

She looked at Ivan, who smiled and nodded at her in agreement. She was to become a woman and a full fledged Pokephile. She broke her hymen causing a bt of pain as she felt something snap with a bit of pain within her. A little bit of her blood dripped down Ivan's cock, but she continued lowering herself further onto him.

It felt wonderful, both for her and him, and she let out many sighs and moans as she kept taking more of him inside her. She finally reached his knot and stopped there. That would be used for when their climax would come. She rose up and dropped down slowly, causing Ivan to close his eyes and grip the bed sheets at the ways of pleasure he felt coming at him. He too was definitely enjoying the pleasures of this sex session. He fet something feral growing inside him, his natural instinct starting to take over. Now no longer able to bear it, Ivan grabbed Fran and flipped her around so that way he was on top and she was beneath him. She was caught off guard completely by this, but she was licked on the cheek as a sign of reassurance. She would be safe, and Ivan would be careful with her... for the most part.

He now began pounding her pussy, causing Fran to moan even further--though the two tried their best to be quiet as to not wake up Uncle Paulo and reveal what they were up to. But Francine continued her quiet gasps and moans as she relished being fucked quickly yet tenderly by her Incineroar partner, now turned into lover. The two kept at it for many long minutes, and despite her virginity Fran had a lot of stamina. She kept in the session, receiving thrust after thrust into her warm insides as she enjoyed the rubbing of Ivan's cock along he vaginal walls.

"How you holding out, Fran?" asked Ivan as he slowed down.

"Never better," she gasped. "Oh Arceus, you're so big. Your stretching me apart."

"Well your so tight," added Ivan. "You getting close, because I still am not through with you," he said rather sinisterly.

"No... well *gasp* maybe," she then admitted, "but I feel I can hang around for a while longer."

"I hope so, because now it's no longer time to mess around."

Ivan began thrusting furiously, overwhelming Fran's mind with euphoria and giving her a feeling of mindlessness. She was losing herself in the lust of the situation, and it felt incredible. She wished that this moment would never end, but sadly that is not always the case. She felt a growing tension in her pussy, as she seemingly began to delve closer to her impending orgasm. It soon became too much for her to handle, and before she knew it, she was in the heavens when she began to feel her pussy finally cum. Her head filled with wracking pleasure, sending her to the sky.

Her throbbing pussy also increased the pressure surrounding Ivan's cock, and soon he too was close to coming. Fran was now breathing frantically, but of course, she breathed not hard enough to wake her uncle. Suddenly, she felt a painful knot enter her and increase in size, stretching her to new limits. Ivan was going to jet out his cum, but before he did he licked his trainer's cheeks and finally succumbed to her pulsating pussy. Fran felt a hot and sticky fluid enter into womb, and she shuddered at feeling this much sperm enter her. The cum made her most intimate of places tingle, and she melted into the bed at the overloading of pleasure in her brain.

Ivan, too, felt his mind being rocked as he continued squirting his seed into his beloved trainer. He groaned as he came into her. Though she could never get pregnant, it felt so right to cum into her. Soon, the cum overflowed and squirted out of her, staining their crotches and the bed sheets underneath them. The two opened their eyes and looked at each other and smiled.

"Congratulations, Fran. You're a Pokephile, now," said Ivan as he lowered his body onto him.

"I guess I am, now," said Fran as she grinned. "But it feels so right. I don't feel like we did anything wrong or anything. Instead, I feel like we both loved it a lot, and it felt like as though we did something... natural. My uncle was right; we just followed our hearts and began to fall for each other."

"I'd sure like to do this again," purred Ivan.

"Of course, you brawny cat," jeered Fran. "I hope you enjoyed this, because I don't know if I want to do it again."

"You're gonna wanna do it again," said Ivan, not fooled by the restraint admission.

Fran could only blush. He was right, and Fran could not wait for another day in which they could try this again. But she knew that starting tomorrow she'd have to return to helping Uncle Paulo. But now, she had a new perspective on Pokephilia. It wasn't wrong or anything, but rather it was just stigmatized. She would still have to keep this a secret, however. There was still a ways of bad press against this, so she hoped to keep this under wraps. She told Ivan this, and he agreed.

"But who the hell needs to know what we do together?" he said. "I love you, Fran, and I that is all that matters."

Fran smiled as a tear came out of her eyes from hearing this.

Uncle Paulo noticed how upbeat Fran and Ivan were at the shop. They seemed to have a pep in their step as they tended to the customer who, thanks to Fran's advertisement efforts, have brought in a whole host of customers. He was happy to have new business, and his business was now no longer in the red.

"Another day, another Pokemon Dollar again, Fran!" said Paulo as he was cutting the stems of a bouquet of flowers shorter to fit into the flower vase the customer had ordered.

"Yep, Uncle," replied Fran. "It's nice to see what I worked hard on, well... worked."

Ivan was carrying around the vase with the flowers to the customers that were in line. He hoped that the shop would be up and running like it was before. Suddenly, the doorbell rang and another customer entered. When Fran turned around to see who it was, she was happy to see that it as Sariah and Razor.

"Sariah! Razor! Welcome!" said Fran cheerfully. "You want to buy some flowers?"

"Yeah actually," Sariah confirmed. "We heard how much business the shop was getting, and so we decided to take a look. You've really turned this place around, Fran."

"I'll say that's an understatement," said Razor. "This place has really come to life."

"How bout one of these days, you and I will have a pokemon battle, eh Razor?" said Ivan. "I think we could be good sparring buddies,"

"I accept your challenge," said Razor. "But not right now. I just want to buy some flowers for my trainer."

"You'd love to meet with the rest of my friends, Fran," invited Sariah. "I think you'll get along with us very well."

"You think so?" said Fran. The opportunity to make new friends was upon her, and she gladly took the offer. One thing was for sure...

...Lakeshire Town had a new Pokephile around.