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Sonia and her Yamper, Gizmo, continued their relationship, having gone from pokemon and trainer to lovers. Because they were lovers, not just fuckmates; Sonia cuddled with him, teased him, and he followed loyally at her heels, proud to serve and please her. And the reversal of the concern that had consumed such a big part of her life left her more energized than ever, spurring her on to renew her research with verve and vigor. The friends and family in her life--gran and Nessa and Leon--all commented on her newfound drive, and when asked what had inspired it, she simply smiled knowingly and winked at them.

And for a while, that was that.

Until Sonia got pregnant.

It took her a while to realize it. As an academic, she knew that humans and pokemon were compatible; mostly the more humanoid ones, of course, but there were stories of trainers being bred by birds, dragons, even legendaries. But somehow, she'd never really thought it could happen to her--not even when she laid with Gizmo night after night, delighting in his cock and his knot and his seed.

She missed her monthly time, of course, but the cycle wasn't set in stone, and she didn't read too much into that. Her newfound weariness in the morning was explained by her equally newfound dedication to her work. Her sudden desire for ice cream was a reassertion of her childhood sweet tooth, and the way her tummy slowly started to round out was a natural result of her newfound sugary diet and the fact that she was living a more sedate lifestyle.

All easily explainable.

It wasn't until one morning, when she woke feeling ill only for Gizmo to happily nose at her belly, lavishing it with nuzzles and licks, and then gazing up at her with a look of unabashed happiness and pride--it wasn't until that exact moment when Sonia realized what all of this might mean.

She immediately dismissed the possibility. Sure, pokemon and humans were theoretically compatible, but Gizmo was a Yamper--a tiny doglike creature! The thought of him actually impregnating her was laughable. Her? Sonia? Former rival to the ex-Champion, the region's big-name academic, knocked up with a belly full of pokemon pups? She resolved to go buy a pregnancy test to prove just how silly it was. "No way," she said, shaking her head.

Yes way.

Sonia sat on the toilet, staring at the stick in dead silence, for nearly ten full minutes. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. She loved Gizmo, she did, and under normal circumstances this would be happy news, but... the taboo. This would ruin her if anyone found out.

Gizmo, sensing his mate's tension, wandered over and nosed at her. The action jolted Sonia out of her reverie. "It's okay, boy," she said, standing and pulling her pants up about her waist, newly cognizant of how much tighter they'd seemed recently. "I'll figure this out."

Researching how long her pregnancy would last, Sonia immediately resolved to take steps. She conjured up a reason for her lab assistant to take a career-building journey to Kanto, to see if the birds there had connections to the ones in the Crown Tundra. The trip would take several months, and Sonia just had to send someone she could rely on.

She kept a tight eye on her ever-growing stomach, and when she felt that she had reached the point where her growth couldn't be explained as anything but pregnancy, she no longer left the lab, arranging for deliveries from Wedgehurst to be left on her step. Her extended absence was easily explained as her being consumed with a new research project. She kept in regular touch with family and friends over video calls, speaking brightly--always making sure to only film from the chest up.

No one really noticed.

The days turned to weeks to months, and soon Sonia was plump with puppies. The little pokemon inside of her were playful and active, as to be expected for their species; they often woke her in the middle of the night, tumbling and tossing and trying against each other, and throughout the day, she would gasp with a little "oh!" as a kick dimpled her belly. Gizmo was the very picture of an attentive father-to-be, staying close by at all times and nosing and nuzzling her belly whenever she rested--which was not as often as one might think. She stayed busy with work, of course, eagerly devouring her assistant's missives. No reason to stop researching just because she had pups in her.

At night, she and Gizmo fucked sweetly, an echo of the act which had made her condition to begin with, his paws on her tummy. Sometimes her children acted up during, spurred on by their mother's activity; the dual sensation of her mate fucking her and her babies squirming inside of her drove her wild.

Eventually her due date was mere weeks away, and her assistant would return a few weeks after, none the wiser--everything had been planned perfectly.

Which of course meant a wrench inevitably had to get thrown into the situation somewhere down the line.

One day, there was a knock at her door. Sonia hadn't ordered anything--but then she handled unexpected knocks as she always did, by doing nothing. The shutters were all closed, the doors were all locked; let them think they had missed her, whoever they were.

But then a key scraped in the lock.

Sonia's heart nearly jumped into her mouth. Only one person besides her and her assistant had a key to this lab:

Professor Magnolia. Her grandmother.

Looking around desperately, Sonia tried to find a place to hide--but all the good spots were upstairs, and she was far, far too pregnant to make such a dash in such a short time. She could barely rise from a sitting position without groaning, cradling the weight with one hand.

The lock turned, and the door opened, and in stepped Sonia's grandmother.

"It's been a while, dear, and I thought I'd check up on your research--"

The grey-haired woman stopped dead in her tracks, taking in the sight. There, standing right in front of her, a desperately fearful smile plastered on her face, was her granddaughter--gravid, round, and indisputably very far along.

"G-Gran!" Sonia said, hoping she sounded less manic than she felt. "Come sit--ah!--s-sit... down..."

She tried not to blush too much as one of her young suddenly kicked out mid-sentence, the action clearly visible as a bump on her tummy for a second.

Magnolia said nothing and sat down.

The two of them had a very polite conversation (during which Sonia chased off the urge to stroke and caress her tummy, only gasping a few times when her pups acted up and caused her skin to bump) spent catching up on missed events and the state of Sonia's research, and though Magnolia's eyes were drawn to her granddaughter's huge globe of a belly, she said nothing and left without a fuss after the tea was finished.

Sonia spent days dreading a scathing message that never came.

Eventually, she had other things to worry about. Her delivery date came and with the help of pokemon she'd arranged to borrow for "lab work"--Blissey, Indeedee, and Audino--the delivery was done successfully and with little mess.

Sonia found herself the proud mother of a litter of pups.

The night after the birth, still aching and weary, Sonia looked down at her little babies, all so smaller than their dad, who looked over with pride. One snuffled and wailed and she picked it up tenderly. She knew what he wanted. Peeling up her sweater, she gave him access to her breast, and sighed as she felt the milk start to flow.

The thought of feeding pokemon like this would have been borderline alien, once upon a time. Now it seemed... so natural.

She fed as many as she could, and when she was done, Gizmo padded over to look inquiringly up at her.

Sonia ruffled her mate's fur. "Yeah," she said, "it was... an adventure, but I'm happy too."

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By the time her assistant came back, the little ones were fast-grown and rambunctiously playful, making a mess of the garden and chasing each other around the house. When asked where they'd come from, Sonia had simply smiled and truthfully said they were Gizmo's.

She wasn't asked about the dam, and didn't volunteer the information.

Her gran came by a few days after her assistant's return. Sonia felt Magnolia's piercing gaze--the old woman saw her granddaughter's flat stomach, saw the lack of a human baby, saw the presence of baby Yamper, saw the proud and attentive way Gizmo stood at Sonia's heels. She said nothing, but she saw, and she wasn't a fool.

The dread returned, but a few days later, Sonia received a single message from her gran: When you need help homing them, let me know.

Homing them. It was true. Pokemon weren't people; they grew fast, and her own young would be mature within a year or two. They were far too playful and energetic to keep cooped up in the lab, and she couldn't offer the life they wanted. After a few months, she quietly reached out to her gran for assistance.

Some of the scrappier ones were given to the minor-league Electric Gym; more forthright ones were given to local farmers to help herd Wooloo. The tender ones were given as pets to lonely old folk or excited young children. In every case, Sonia had vehemently insisted on the right to visit them regularly and was always given it.

Magnolia took one, a pugnacious little thing. After a visit, Sonia remarked that her gran was getting along with her new pokemon.

"But of course," the old woman replied. "If you can't do well with family, who can you do well with?"

Sonia kept careful after that, staying on birth control and avoiding unsafe days, just in case. She'd come to love her pups, but it had been too chancy, too risky.

But she wasn't completely averse to the idea of doing it again provided the proper steps were in place.

A little over half a decade after the pups were given away, she announced a year-long sabbatical to visit the far-off Kalos region. Her friends had wished her farewell, and Magnolia had watched her depart with knowing eyes.

In the little bungalow she'd rented, she and Gizmo went at it like mad; before long, there she was--expecting again.

But she was prepared this time.

A year was time enough to get pregnant, carry them to term, bear them, and have them ready to adopt when she returned. As she smiled, coming back to Wedgehurst, she noticed something. One of the local farmers, a woman just a few years younger than Sonia herself, had been the recipient of one of her first litter. That woman was unmarried, as far as Sonia knew; but seeing the farmer in the local market, Sonia noticed a certain... plumpness to her that couldn't just be explained by the comforts of country living. The pup, now a Boltund, stood attentively and proud by his trainer, though he barked happily at seeing Sonia and Gizmo.

The woman met Sonia's eyes and a moment of instant, unspoken understanding passed between them. Sonia smiled, and nodded, and returned back to the lab. She sent the woman a message later that evening offering help, if she needed it, when the time inevitably came.

After all, they had to look out for one another.