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RESEARCH LOG - Subject Kypha, Night Ten

Time 18:15

The dreams Kypha gives me continue to show a life out of time with a woman named Raana. This afternoon I managed to find, in a book on the history of Sinnoh's settlement, mention of her name. She had been a researcher with the Hisui Survey Corps, who had been formally exiled from their original settlement for her relationship to a pokemon. However, her work as a field researcher continued for several years, as her contributions were so major to the region's first pokedexes that her notes and entries were still used well into the next century.

Knowing this makes me think the dreams Kypha provides are visions of some past life, which would explain his seemingly single-minded interest in humans as viable mates. Today when he woke we tried again to introduce him to the two typhlosion females Cherrygrove sent, but Kypha remains disinterested in them. If we press too hard he will even respond aggressively.

I remain the unfortunate object of his affections. For some reason, he cannot fathom the fact that I am human and he a feral beast—

Leor stopped reading and threw the spiral notebook down on the dining room table. “Hold the fuck up, Doc."

Lucas, fork in hand, looked up from a steaming microwaved dinner and across the table to her. “What?"

“Where do you get off calling Kypha a feral beast?" Leor waved to Strypes, who sat at the end of the table, leaning back in a chair, paws balanced on the edge of the table while he fished hot fries from a bag labeled Magmar Hot! “Would you call Strypes feral?"

Lucas met the obstagoon's red eyes. Strypes shrugged and took out two chips in the shape of a fry. He balanced them in his claws like chopsticks. Lucas said to Leor, “He's a pokemon."

“And?"

Strypes smirked at Lucas and tossed the fries back into his open maw.

“Leor, I know you're on your whole, 'equalist business,' but can this wait until after I eat?"

She got up and circled the table, taking a seat next to Lucas. “This answer your question?"

Lucas sighed. He stabbed the fork into his tray of cheap stir fry.

While he put food into his mouth, Leor said, “Listen, you of all people should know better than to call Kypha something like that."

Mouth full of food, Lucas asked, “Mmm, what should I call him?"

“A pokemon! He's just as smart as you."

Lucas gave her a look. He swallowed his food and said, “You do realize I'm a PhD, right?"

“You spent a bunch of time at college. What does that have to do with smart?"

“It means—for fuck's sake, Leor. I know pokemon intelligence because I keep up with literature on it. All research on wilds points to—"

“Those are wild pokemon, though!"

Lucas quirked his brow. “Which gives an accurate assessment of a pokemon's native intelligence."

“Okay, but, just humor me for a second."

Lucas shrugged and continued eating.

Leor said, “How do we assess their intelligence?"

“We give them a modified IQ test and run it against the results of other wild pokemon."

“Okay, well, if you grew up completely away from civilization, and then had to take a test for how smart you are based on that civilization's definition of smart, how well do you think you'd do?"

Lucas bobbed his head left and right before swallowing some noodles. “Poorly, I suppose."

“No shit," Leor said, “Strypes here can read. Mind you he doesn't give a shit about books like A Tale of Two Sinnohs, but he loves comic books."

“You sure he doesn't just love the pretty pictures?"

Strypes swung his chair back onto all four legs and leaned over the table to growl at Lucas.

“Word of advice, Doc, don't try to insult the obstagoon when he can hear you."

“Fine," Lucas said. “I will admit, tame pokemon are smarter."

“Not smarter, as smart," Leor pushed.

Lucas shook his head. “I'll believe it when our body of research shows it."

“It never will so long as our society is invested in keeping humans and pokemon separate," Leor said. “They'll never entertain funding or publishing research that shows were equals."

“There it is, there's the agenda."

“Like your research isn't biased?"

“It is peer reviewed, done through the scientific method, it has as little bias as research can."

Leor glared at him for a long moment, a few different insults and petty things she might say danced across her clenched jaw, but she knew better than to lower herself to that level. She'd had her fair share of these arguments before, and normally they did not get so under her fur, but the fact Lucas remained so brainwashed by this ideology despite leanings in Lucas that even his lab assistant had begun to notice…

“I don't know who I feel more sorry for, you or your pokemon." Leor got up and grabbed Strypes by the elbow. “Come on, hun."

They left through the backdoor, Leor ignoring Lucas shouting, “Shut the door!"

Hopping off the back porch, Leor did not see Matt or Kypha, so she started to circle around the house with Strypes in tow. His paw brushed her shoulder, but Leor kept marching, afraid if she stopped all this balled up frustration would burst. “I just can't believe him! That attitude, it's just fucking everywhere all of the time. And to insult you like that, Strypes—"

He darted in front of her and Leor ran into his fuzzy chest. The obstagoon's arms wrapped around her and hugged her close even as Leor vainly tried to push away. Eventually, she just settled into the embrace, shuddering against him. The anger fell out from under her and left in its place was a stinging dryness in her throat. Strypes cooed and kissed her brow.

“I'm just! Kypha, River, Joule, even Matt deserve so much better than someone who thinks he's just superior to them," Leor mumbled into Strypes' chest. The obstagoon gave her a soft, rumbling growl while he rubbed her back. A few tears ran into her facial fur despite herself. That would ruin the eyeliner she wore if she wasn't careful. Last thing she wanted was for Matt to see she'd been crying. Poor boy had enough to worry about without adding his professor's internalized bigotry.

Strypes let Leor lean away and she carefully dabbed at the corner of her eyes with a finger to clear the tears there. Her obstagoon lover nosed her cheek and she kissed him. Strypes chuffed and opened his lips. She moaned slightly as his tongue slipped into her mouth, his body pressing into hers. With a single step, he thrust her back against the side of the house, pinning her, one clawed paw cupping her butt.

“Mmff," Leor had to force the big lug's muzzle away from her. “N-not here. We made a promise to Matt and also we need to make sure he's doing okay with Kypha."

Strypes nipped her pointed ear and growled before letting her go. She touched his chest and kissed his snout.

“You are incorrigible, love."

He gave her a purring rumble and offered her his arm. She took it, practically hugging herself to him as they moved around the house. They found Kypha out in front, sitting down in the lawn not far from the supply container that still remained in place. He had his forepaw outstretched, holding Matt at arm's length while he just leaned into that paw.

“Oh boy, I knew Matt watching him would be a bad idea."

Kypha barked and shoved the human tumbling backwards. The typhlosion looked at Leor, his collar sparking with distress as the typhlosion plucked that string inside her, giving Leor the sensation of a wet palm and confusion. A face that said: “He licked me!"

Leor giggled and called out across the yard, “I promise not to tell Lucas about it. You doing okay, Matt?"

Arms flailing a bit, Matt sat up and twisted around. “Oh, hey, Leor. Just, uh, keeping Kypha company like Dr. Willow asked."

Kypha got up and started walking to the house. She grabbed the typhlosion by the arm before he could pass her. He barked at the house, but she told him, “No, he's not ready to see you yet. What did we say about being pushy?"

Kypha looked down at her and wrinkled his muzzle.

“I know, I know. Listen, I'm trying, but he is so… we have a ways to go. Breaking down his front door and forcing him to be with you isn't going to help your case."

Kypha snorted and turned away from the door, walking towards the forest to go pout. Leor watched him till she heard Matt say, “Wait for me Kypha!"

Leor spun to find Matt still struggling to get his feet under him. “I think Kypha can take care of himself," Leor said as she came over and helped Matt up, keeping a firm grip on his wrist. At a glance she could see his pupils had dilated, and he'd gotten hard from being in proximity to Kypha. None of it surprised her. Compared to normal pokemon, an alpha's musk was extra potent.

He glanced at Strypes then her. “You two make a cute couple, you know?"

She smirked and asked, “Are you still taking a dosage of your HPS meds?"

“Mhmm, still half, but I'm thinking by next week I can try to lower it to a quarter."

“Tsk, next month maybe," Leor said, “Unless you want Lucas to find you huffing Joule's balls."

Matt blushed and mumbled, “B-but it was your idea to wean off them…"

“Slowly. It takes time for your body to adapt to their pheromones, but I promise eventually you'll stop being like," she gestured at him, “this every time you see Kypha."

“I'm fine. Kypha is very nice and smells nice. You think he'd let me—"

“Absolutely not," Leor said. “One, the only person he wants right now is Lucas. Two, do you think River and Joule would be happy if they smelled Kypha all over you?"

“Um, right," Matt scratched the back of his head. “I did promise them, huh?" In the days following River and Joule's proclamation, Leor spoke at length with the trio of would-be lovers. Since Lucas technically “owned" the pair, Matt could be charged with sexually assaulting his pokemon no matter how apparently consensual their acts were. So until they figured something out, Matt had promised his first time with a pokemon would be with the two of them, as a feeble stop gap to reciprocating the mutual desires between the three of them.

Leor patted his shoulder. “That's a good Matt." She said to Strypes, “Keep an eye on Kypha? I'm going to stay with Matt to make sure he's come down enough before heading home."

Strypes' gaze flicked to the high human and he smirked.

Leor shrugged. “We'll see how things go."

“Huh?" Matt asked.

Strypes left them behind with a growling snicker. Leor guided Matt by the wrist, “Come on, we'll wait in your car."

“Oh… okay," Matt said. The passenger seat had his bookbag in it, along with some prescriptions he picked up at the pharmacy on his way here this morning. “Uh, sorry, I'll move that—"

“Backseat is spacious enough, if you don't mind sitting there with me."

“Um, yeah! My parents got this car from someone who used to work for a rideshare company," Matt blabbered as they opened opposite doors and settled into the backseat, “So it's pretty spacious, even if I never drive anyone around."

“Ever do anything else with it?" Leor asked as she scooted across the seat, her door still hanging open.

Matt backed into his shut door, eyeing her up and down. “N-no. Not if that's what you mean."

At this point, she sat right next to him, her hips pressing into his, legs cramped together. “Hehe, I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

“Mmm… mhmm…" Matt managed to calm down his trembling but still looked out the window as he said, “You smell nice."

“Nice how? I'm not triggering your HPS, am I?"

“I…" Matt shut his eyes and took a deep, long breath through his nose, then answered, “No… it's not the same."

“I'd wondered, but I guess I'm not a pokemon."

“Yeah, it does make a difference, even if you smell a bit like Strypes."

“Hehe, given how close we are that's not a surprise. There's not a day he's not pressed up against me."

“Pressed up against you like you're pressed against me?"

Leor snickered like her obstagoon. “You caught me."

“Leor… I don't know if I can," Matt finally looked at her, frowning. “I promised River and Joule—"

She placed a finger to his lips, claw pressing gently into his nose. “I'm not a pokemon, remember? Besides, I already asked River and Joule, they're okay with us fooling around."

She removed her finger and Matt licked his lips. “Um, oh."

Leor smirked. “Did you want to fool around?"

Matt said, “I'm just—why would you… You're just way out of my league so I don't understand—"

This time she silenced him with a brief kiss—then nuzzled his nose and whispered, “You're an adorable weirdo and I have a type. Don't overthink it, just tell me what you want."

“Y-you."

She kissed him deeper this time, and a cute little whimper came from between his lips before she silenced him with tongue. He sucked in a breath, arms wrapping around her waist. He pressed his weight into her, and Leor let Matt lay her across the backseat, her tongue dancing around his, tastebuds rubbing together. He moaned and broke the kiss, lips still wet. He buried his face in her neck, nuzzling into it. He took another deep scent of her.

“Arceus… you smell so good."

She lifted one arm while her other hand guided him into her armpit. He moaned into that nest of thicker fur. “What do I smell like?"

“Sweet… and sharp, almost…" he looked up, brow furrowed, “fragrant in a weird way?"

“Heh, that's just how girl musk can smell, sweetie."

“Oh."

“Never been with a girl before, have you?"

He ducked down and kissed her armpit. “Never knew a girl like you, either."

Matt kissed her again, and Leor hooked one leg around his waist, pulling him closer. She didn't want to think about Lucas, or how the doctor got meaner the closer he became with Kypha. Matt's opposite, who yielded now to his desires. As her claws glided down his back, he rocked his hips against hers, grinding their clothed crotches together. She bit his bottom lip with one of her fangs and relished how he whined, “Le-Leor…"

Matt had blossomed and affirmed her lifestyle when faced with all the apparent joy it brought her and could bring him, but Lucas retreated deeper and deeper into those vile ideals, lashing out the more his defenses wore thin.

As if her wandering thoughts summoned him, Matt almost fell onto the floor when they heard Lucas yell their names. Matt peeked over the front seat and sighed. “Okay, he didn't see us. He's just out on the porch."

“But you're worried he'll see us?"

“Worried he'll accuse you of trying to corrupt me," Matt admitted.

She gave Matt a quick peck on the cheek. “Just enabling you, really." She pressed her palm into his chest. “Let's get up." They did and she scooted to her side, one boot already out the car door. “Tomorrow morning, the upstairs guest room? If you're up for it, I'll have something special for you."

Matt licked his lips and cleared his throat. “I'd, uh, I'd like that a lot."

“Course you would." Leor slipped out of the car and waved towards the porch. “Over here Lucas!" Then she ducked her head inside the car, “Might want to flip that up into your waistband, hun."

As Matt adjusted his erection to make it less obvious, Leor went to intercept Lucas in the yard. She heard Matt get out, shut both car doors while she said to Lucas as he came into earshot, “Hey, sorry, Strypes is watching Kypha. I guess an alpha's scent is a little too strong for people with HPS, came out and found Matt higher than the skarmorys that soar around here."

Lucas froze. “Is he okay, did Kypha—"

“Kypha did nothing to him," Leor added quickly. “In fact, Matt was making the big guy uncomfortable, that's why I sat Matt down in his car so he could come down."

Lucas shook his head and marched past to where Matt stood beside his car still. “You okay? Leor told me what happened."

Matt nodded, face still a little flushed. “I'm sorry about that, Dr. Willow. It sort of snuck up on me when I was out here on my own with Kypha."

“It's fine. We'll make sure you're able to keep your distance. I don't want you doing something that could get you in trouble, much less what would happen to me if Kypha did something to you under my care—"

“Uh, yeah, I'll be careful from now on, sir."

“Kypha doesn't seem to have eyes for Matt anymore than he does for me," Leor said.

“Meaning?" Lucas asked with a quiet glare.

Leor shrugged. “Kypha's not subtle, Lucas. If he wanted any human he'd have already made advances on us."

“Don't remind me," Lucas said. “This case is going to make me pick up drinking again. I'm going to have a talk with him. Tonight." He asked Matt, “Are you good to drive home? I can make up some excuse for your parents on why you need to stay the night, if you'd prefer."

Matt's eyes flicked to Leor, and she said, “Up to you, hun."

“Hun?" Lucas asked.

“I-I'll head home. It's been a long day," Matt answered, ignoring Lucas's frown and opening his driver side door. “I'm good. My head doesn't take too long to clear up."

“Alright, just be careful," Lucas said before facing Leor, “Do you know where Kypha is?"

Leor whistled, both men cringing with how quickly and loudly she did it. Another whistle answered from the forest. “That way," Leor said. “When you find them, just send Strypes back to the house."

“I'll tell him there's a stack of comic books waiting," Lucas said as he moved towards the woods.

Back turned on her, Leor had no trouble flipping Lucas off. She heard Matt ask, “Everything okay between you two?"

“Hmm? We'll be fine. He's just being an asshole because he knows the way the winds are blowing and is still in denial about it."

“You mean him and Kypha? Really?"

Leor stuck her tongue out at him and winked. “Oh hun, you didn't think you were the only one I was going to enable, did you?"

***

Kypha sat in the same clearing where they… The memory alone made Lucas's heart lift into his throat. He hesitated at the edge of the clearing, Strypes behind him and already heading back to the house. Kypha's ears flicked and he turned his head, perking up immediately. The typhlosion rolled onto all fours and charged Lucas.

He threw up his hands. “Easy—"

Kypha pounced on him. Lucas's world spun, and he found Kypha had twisted around to land on his back, his human lying on top of him. Kypha hugged Lucas tight, nuzzling into him. Lucas's head filled with that sweaty, burnt cedar musk, and it made him weak, heat swelling in his chest. Kypha's body, Lucas well knew, was so soft to lie across: warm, thick fur and soft belly so comfortable, safe. Lucas told himself these were the effects of prolonged exposure to an alpha's hormones, not years of his resolve melting under the heat of Kypha's uncompromising affections.

“Hey, hey," Lucas complained, pressing himself up off Kypha's chest, “It's barely been two hours."

Kypha snorted and he plucked that string in Lucas. What once had been uncomfortable and unsettling, had adapted into a warm intimacy, like quietly locking hands with a lover. Affection, warmth, comfort, all of it flooded through their bond into Lucas. He shivered against the typhlosion, who groped the human's butt, growling in his ear.

“Kypha… we can't."

Another pluck: “You keep saying that, but I know how much you want it."

Lucas groaned. Heat flushed through both their loins, he felt his as much as Kypha's. He had really tried to make their first night together the only night, but this bond he had with Kypha made it impossible—Lucas had barely managed to keep himself from imbibing in that fat, magenta breeder. Just hands masturbating his alpha, just sucking and licking his alpha's balls, just having his alpha sit on his face while Kypha swallowed his cock…

“No, Kypha, please…"

Kypha growled, but released him. He rolled over and laid Lucas gently on the forest floor, standing over him with his cock already half poking out of its sheath. Lucas, panting, couldn't help but stare at its spade tip, urethra already pulsing, precum spilling out with each beat of Kypha's heart. Fuck it smelled so good. Lucas shut his eyes and sucked a breath through his teeth. This wasn't just for his career—he needed to set boundaries for Kypha's sake, too.

The typhlosion cocked his head and grunted. “Leor already knows about us."

“I'm not worried about that," Lucas finally managed. He sat up but stared at the dirt as he said, “We have to stop. I mean it this time. You can't keep pushing this on me."

Kypha's brow furrowed and he stepped back. “Pushing this on you?"

“I mean, I would not be… like this," he gestured to himself, “If you weren't trying to chase me."

“How would you like me to court you?"

Why did Kypha have to make this so hard for the both of them? Lucas clenched his fist and got to his feet, looking Kypha in the eyes. “No more courting. No more of this—don't give me that look. Arceus help me, I'll find a pokeball that can hold you and ball you any time you step out of line."

Kypha snarled at him. “Why?"

“Because I have a responsibility to you and every other pokemon on my property."

The typhlosion snorted.

“I mean it! If the licensing board found out I was having a relationship with one of the pokemon under my care they'd strip my license. They'd take every pokemon on this property away, including you."

Kypha growled low in his throat, the flames at his collar prickling to life.

“That's why we can't keep doing this. You're a wonderful pokemon, Kypha. And I'm… I'll find you a human partner, but it can't be me."

Kypha nudged Lucas with his muzzle and made a stubborn growl.

Lucas touched his cheek, guiding Kypha to stoop down so they were eye to eye. “Why does it need to be me, though?"

Kypha answered by licking his face. Lucas coughed and shoved himself away, wiping drool off.

“You're not going to take anyone else but me, will you?"

“You're my Raana," Kypha answered, collar now risen, flames tossing in the breeze.

“What does that mean?" Lucas asked.

Kypha shut his eyes and plucked that string again. A flood of those memories Lucas had already dreamed of passed through him, making him dizzy. He planted his palm on a nearby tree to steady himself, his other hand cupping his face.

“I get it. I'm your Raana," Lucas said.

“Do you understand?"

Lucas frowned. Looking at Kypha, who watched him with a long, steady gaze. The human sensed he did not know what Kypha meant, and, feeling defensive, asked, “Do you understand? If you don't want us to be separated, you have to give this up."

Kypha snarled and shoved Lucas against the tree, fuschia eyes narrowed. “No one is taking you away from me again."

Again? But the thought for Lucas got lost in a swirl of Kypha's possessive rage. The typhlosion's blunt claws dug into his shoulder, and the flame's from Kypha's collar had gotten so intense he felt his skin start to singe.

At his pained gasp, Kypha released him, darting backwards and putting distance between them. Lucas let himself lean against the trunk of the oak he'd been pressed against, sweating and face feeling sunburnt. Panting, he watched Kypha's paws clench into fist, his collar now risen several feet into the air.

Shakily, Lucas managed to stand on his own two feet. He watched Kypha a moment longer, then said, “I have no doubts about your strength, Kypha, but when the authorities come with police in tow, they'll say something like, 'Dr. Willow brainwashed this pokemon,' or 'Dr. Willow is in danger and we have to separate these two.' Whatever excuse they need to separate you, capture you, and take you far away. Not to mention all the other pokemon under my care."

Kypha, so hot the air between them wavered and Lucas felt as though he stood before a bonfire, looked over his shoulder and said, “They will exile you, just like they did her. Leor made me think… maybe things had changed."

“Changed?"

Kypha grunted and the flames died. Silence unraveled between them, and through their bond Lucas sensed the smoldering ache of some cavernous grief the typhlosion had never exposed to him.

Lucas licked his lips and quietly admitted, “In a different world… I would have liked nothing more." The chasm extended, like the very earth had opened between them, and Lucas pushed forward just to not let silence widen that rift: “Tonight I'm going to be a bit sick, but don't worry after me, alright?"

Kypha faced him with a concerned chuff.

“I have to take a pill, it'll flush my system of…" the word “contaminants" died on Lucas's tongue. “...of you. That way, if I have to get blood work done in the next week, nothing will be amiss."

Kypha let out a keening whine.

“I'll be fine. We'll be fine. These are important boundaries to make."

Lucas turned, trembling, and began a long walk back to the house.

***

Leor had been getting ready for bed when she came downstairs to find Lucas sitting at the dining table, head in his hands. She froze. It was twilight outside, and she had expected the Doc to be out for the rest of the night with Kypha. Hence why she only wore a pair of boyshorts and nearly transparent night gown.

Lucas did not react to the sound of the door opening, so Leor whispered, “You alright there, Doc?"

“I told you not to call me that," he muttered. He turned in his chair to look at her, eyes going up and down before they lingered at her feet. “I didn't realize your feet had changed."

“Oh, yep, practically paws." She lifted her foot, which more resembled an obstagoon's. She stood on her toes, ankle lifted off the ground at an almost digitigrade angle. “Fortunately, there are a lot of talented cobblers in the equalist community. I have to get all my boots custom ordered, you know."

“Sure, a demand for shoe makers. Given what I've heard from you, I doubt you ever need any breeders, hmm?"

Leor noted a red and white pill sitting on the table in front of Lucas, along with a glass of water. She sat down next to him and drummed a claw beside the pill. “You taking this tonight?"

“Have to. My levels are already way over the limit. Last thing I need is the Johto Licensing Board calling me up for a random blood test."

“Kypha won't be happy about it."

“We've already talked."

“The talk?"

Lucas shook his head. “I… when I told you about our first night together, you remember what you said to me?"

“Something about it being a slippery slope."

“You warned me, Kypha wouldn't be happy with a single time."

“And?"

“We… I was more careful—"

Leor snorted. She leaned over the table, trying to meet his eyes. “Come on, Lucas, you know everyone but maybe Matt could smell it on you. We knew how your nights would go, even if you weren't recording that stuff in your log."

Lucas sighed. “Well, thank you for not saying anything."

Leor shrugged. “Not my business what you and Kypha do, as long as you're both happy."

“He's not happy with me anymore."

“So you told him enough is enough, and that's it? No more late night romps?"

“I asked him if it could be any human, but he just…" Lucas trailed off, sniffed, then slapped the table. “Dammit, why me, Leor? We've known each other for less than two weeks, and he treats me like we've been together our whole lives."

Carefully, Leor reached out and squeezed Lucas's wrist. “That's not what has you so upset."

“It's not," Lucas admitted bitterly. He blinked back tears. “I can't believe I told him this tonight—I just didn't know what to say, but I told him if things could be different then I'd be with him, I would. I just said it, and now I can't get the thought of being with him out of my head." He sucked in a breath and muttered a slew of curses. Leor watched him tremble, tears break from the corner of his eyes and roll down his cheek.

Arceus knew Leor did not have a lot of love for Lucas, but in that moment she did wish she could hold him. It did not feel like something she could give him, though, so Leor held his wrist, clawed thumb stroking gently up and down his quivering forearm.

Lucas bit his lip, hands balling into fists on the table. Then with a gasp, the tension broke and he admitted, “Th-this isn't the first time… That I've had this problem."

“It's not?" Leor quietly asked, hiding her surprise.

Lucas said, “I… I wish I could just say I'm ace. I've never felt attracted to humans, at least, but…"

“You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Leor interjected.

Lucas swallowed a knot in his throat. “I figure if anyone would understand it'd be you, right? It was my senior year of college, I had an internship sort of like Matt's. I was working for one of those big, incorporated pokemon daycares, you know the ones that do everything from breeding to training?"

“I'm familiar."

“The day Joule evolved into a luxray, we were out there, being shown what a regular training regimen for pokemon involved. We ran through an obstacle course, Joule and I, and after we finished he just got so excited and started to glow…" Lucas shook his head. “I was shocked at how beautiful he was."

Leor blinked. “You mean you and Joule…"

“Briefly. I lived in a studio apartment at the time, thank Arceus. I think… for a long time Joule had wanted to, because soon as I let that wall down we couldn't stop ourselves."

Leor released Lucas's wrist and just asked, “What happened?"

“I tried to keep things quiet. Long, thorough showers, and, eventually, once some of my hair started turning black, I took these." Lucas picked up the pill between forefinger and thumb, studying it as he said, “Every other day I'd get sick. Our hours were flexible, so I didn't miss too much work, but my site representative noticed. This older doctor who'd been in the field for a while. One day he cornered me in his office and just confronted me on it."

Her stomach swam with anger. She saw the turn this story took, and it hurt to know what heartbreak Joule must have faced. Despite that, Leor let Lucas tell it:

“I couldn't be a breeder and be with Joule. It was impossible, irresponsible to the pokemon that might be under my care. Joule… he understood. That was around the time we picked up River, so that Joule would have a partner who could actually be with him. Still, it took years of hypnotherapy to get here, to get to a place where I could put up barriers between myself and the pokemon in my care. And Kypha…" Lucas choked on whatever he might have said; he clapped the pill over his mouth, took the glass of water on the table and tossed it back.

He set the glass down with a little gasp. Lucas whispered, “I can't let Kypha undo all of that. It's not fair to all the pokemon out there," he waved to the backdoor, “It's not fair to Joule."

Leor had a lot of things she wanted to say, most things she knew not to. She slid out of her chair and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

As she did, Lucas said, “You must think I'm a coward." Leor ignored him for a time, not trusting herself to speak, but as she circled back around to the door upstairs, Lucas added, “Nothing? Not going to scold me for this? Don't you want me to join your brood rather than suppress everything?"

Leor stopped at the foot of the stairs. She glanced over her shoulder and said, “We have a saying, that for pokemon and humans alike, 'pleasure is a measure of freedom.'"

“What does that have to do with—"

“It means that we understand our freedom to pursue what we desire is a measure of how free we are everywhere else." She faced him. “What do you want, Lucas? And don't give me some half-baked answer. Think about what makes you happy, what makes you feel really good, why can't you have those things? What's stopping you from filling your life with joy?" She turned and started up the stairs, calling over her shoulder, “Because I can tell you, it's not just the Johto Licensing Board stopping you."

***

Leor stirred wrapped in Strypes arms. She'd been dreaming something vivid, legs twitching against him, little gasps from between her lips. A sign of stress for her, Strypes knew, but he did not wake her—not all dreams were bad, and the obstagoon knew when his mate had sunk into the claws of some nightmare. They laid in the doctor's guest bedroom, Strypes spooned tight to Leor. He nuzzled the back of her ear and made a warm, rumbling growl.

She reached behind to grab at the thick mane of fur that ran down the back of his neck. Leor stretched her legs, paws bumping Strypes before he tossed one leg over both of hers, his sheath grinding into her rump as he pulled them closer.

“Mmff, morning love," Leor whispered. She pressed back into his chest, wrapped her fingers through his clawed ones and squeezed. “What time is it?"

The digital clock on the bed's nightstand read: 07:26.

Leor sighed. “Matt shouldn't be here for another hour."

“Goon," Strypes churred as he rubbed his sheath against her again, tip squeezed between her cheeks.

“Needy boy," she accused.

He reached down and groped her sheath, which had already swollen up with its own morning needs.

Leor grunted and squirmed. “S-save it for when Matt gets here."

The obstagoon snorted.

“I know, I know. My poor Strypes has to wait a whole hour before he gets to fuck."

Strypes huffed and rolled over to the edge of the bed, back turned on her.

Leor giggled. “Oh don't be such a diva." She shoved him on the shoulder and Strypes huffed even louder, crossing his arms over his chest to pout. Leor scooted behind him, pressing her naked self to him this time, sitting up a bit so she could look over his broad shoulders. “You're such a brat, you know?"

Strypes turned his head and grinned at her.

Leor rolled her eyes as she leaned down and kissed him. Strypes twisted his muzzle before she could kiss his cheek, grabbing the back of her head and forcing her into a full kiss. Leor groaned, shuddering against him as that tongue filled her mouth.

It took her some effort to shove herself away, Leor falling back onto her butt, panting. Strypes sat up and pointed at the bright pink cock peeking from Leor's sheath, snickering at her.

Leor kicked out and struck Strypes in the chest. The poor obstagoon yelped as he went tumbling off the bed. “Serves you right," Leor said.

Strypes sat up and scowled at her.

Leor stuck her tongue out at him. “Come on, I need to put on clothes and see if Lucas survived the night."

Strypes snorted and waved a clawed hand dismissively.

“Yeah, well someone has to take care of him. Especially since he wouldn't let Kypha in last night."

The typhlosion had sat at the front door caterwauling well past midnight. Strypes didn't understand why he didn't just break down the door, but Leor insisted not every human wanted to start a relationship the way she and Strypes had. Leor threw on a crop top and skirt, forgoing any underwear or shoes for the time being. They padded downstairs together, and found the kitchen empty, some glasses left out. Pressed up against the sliding glass door was Kypha, curled up and sleeping.

“Poor thing," Leor whispered.

Strypes just grunted and picked up one of the glasses on the table. He filled it with water at the fridge before drinking the whole thing in a single, great gulp. By the time he filled the glass a second time, he turned and found Leor kneeling by the door, next to where Kypha's head lay. The typhlosion's chest rose and fell as he slept there, ear occasionally flicking.

She pressed a clawed finger against the glass. “I'm sorry he's the one you're stuck with."

Strypes did feel bad for the typhlosion, but also didn't understand why Kypha insisted on a human partner so blatantly brainwashed. Plenty of equalist would have lined up for a partner who was an alpha. He stepped behind Leor, and her eyes flicked to his reflection in the glass. She got up and asked him, “Any ideas on how to get these two together?"

Strypes offered his glass to her. She grabbed it and took a dainty sip while Strypes tapped his temple with his claw, gestured to the two of them, and signed, “Remember our first time?"

Leor cringed and he snickered. “Somehow, I don't think we'll be able to trick Lucas into thinking if he just kisses Kypha hard enough he'll behave."

The obstagoon snickered at the memory. How it had come as a surprise, then his heart swelled and he grabbed his mate and refused to let Leor go until he'd claimed her completely. Leor muttered, “Laugh it up," as she stepped around Strypes and headed for Lucas's room. She returned shortly and said, “He's sleeping. I'm going to let Kypha in. He can complain about it later if he wants, but they need each other right now."

Strypes stepped aside as Leor opened the door. Kypha stirred at the sound, then shot up as Leor said, “Hey big guy, he's in his room. Go to him."

Kypha ducked into the doorway and hugged Leor. Then scampered on all fours for Lucas's room, knocking over an end table in the living room as he did.

Strypes followed him to Lucas's room, not for anything other than idle curiosity. He got to the doctor's open door in time to see Lucas, half-awake, fuss with Kypha as the alpha typhlosion scooped the smaller human into his arms and hugged him close. Eventually, with a weak little groan, Lucas relented, Kypha licking and nuzzling his face.

“Fine… just… sleep please?" Lucas muttered before Strypes decided to close the door on the two. It was good Kypha could keep Lucas deep in sleep with whatever dreams and memories the typhlosion shared, because Strypes expected things to get loud once Leor's pet human showed up.

***

Matthew's hand settled on the knob to Lucas's front door, face already flushed with heat. He still had Leor's scent stuck in his head. Her soft laughter, the sweetness of her saliva. Heart pounding, he took a deep breath and twisted the doorknob—

Only to notice Leor through the window set in the door, freezing up until she got to the door and pulled it open. “Hey, what are you standing there for?"

She wore a crop top and skirt slung so low Matthew spotted the thick tufts of her pubic fur, the bulge of her sheath right underneath. “I, um, trying to psyche myself up?"

She leaned in and whispered, “Scared?" before nipping his earlobe, her body pressed to his. Warm, soft, inviting, her claws digging into his back to keep him from pulling away.

“N-nervous?"

She kissed him, stepped back, her hand slipping into his and leading him into the house.

Matthew felt bad about leaving the front door open.

“Don't worry," Leor said as she took them upstairs, “I have just the thing to help you with your nerves."

Matthew could have guessed as they reached the second floor, turning a corner into the guest bedroom. Already Strypes scent had permeated the room, the badger stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, fat sheath swollen. The desk chair from Dr. Willow's lab had been rolled into the room, facing the bed. Leor shoved Matthew into it and shut the door.

Already, pokemusk had begun to make Matthew's head fuzzy. Leor shimmied out of her skirt, naked underneath. Strypes grabbed her from behind, and Matthew heard fabric tear. “Hey, what did we—ahh…" Leor's complaints died as Strypes nibbled on the tips of her pointed ears, red eyes leering at Matthew. He couldn't look away, watched Leor's shredded top fall to the ground, bare breasts heaving mid-pant.

“I-I wanted to put on a show," Leor breathed before craning her neck backwards. Strypes lips met hers as the obstagoon kissed her from behind, pokemon and human lips pressed together before they opened; big, thick bestial tongue choked Leor's moan as Strypes filled her maw with his corruptive drool. Her eyes pinched shut. Body wracked with shudders as Strypes familiar pheromones began to ratchet up the heat in her body. Her sheath twitched with a clench of her abdomen, and the tip of her transformed cock spilled free. It glistened with its own lubricant; its blossom filled the room with a milder musk, quickly overwhelmed by a stronger, similar scent as Strypes' dick everted.

His claws traced furrows through the fur of Leor's torso, each rake to flesh getting a twitch, a gasp. Leor yielded so quickly to Strypes, which only made Matthew curious how it would happen for him. He'd gotten so close already to falling under River and Joule's spell. Forgoing his future in favor of the pleasure Leor embraced so readily.

Strypes fell backwards onto the bed, Leor tugged down with him. Laughing, she twisted around so she lay across her lover. He was bigger than her, bigger than Matthew, as big as his species got without being an alpha variant. Despite knowing she wasn't, Leor seemed so small in his embrace, even as she yanked Strypes' big muzzle into another forceful kiss. She got onto her knees, chest pressed into her obstagoon's—Matthew with a perfect view of her rear. Her taint was a runway of soft white fur that led to a pair of heavy (for a human, at least) balls, a streak of thick grey fur running down their center. On the opposite end of that runway, her pucker glistened as if coated in its own sheen of arousal. A thing Matthew had seen in equalist porn before, but he'd always been too embarrassed to research whether something like Leor's pink, wrinkled rim self-lubricated.

And beneath Leor, Strypes' shaft throbbed and leaked, a tower of hardened pokemon virility. The red flesh smooth yet webbed with veins, with a shiny film of precum and sheath fluids. Its heady musk made Matthew's mouth dry. Strypes' nuts rested at the edge of the bed, each fat testis looking like it would fill Matthew's hand. Leor reached under her and squeezed the spade tip, pawed palm quickly coated in oily fluids as she lined him up with her pucker. That fat spear spread Leor's cheeks, led then wedged against her rim before she sat backwards on her mate. The wet squelch of that hole made Matthew gasp, fingers digging tight into the arm of his chair.

Leor's buttcheeks caved inward as that fat breeder slid in her; Strypes' cock sinking smoothly until his sheath pressed to Leor's asshole in a lewd kiss. She quaked atop Strypes, rear clenching, inner-walls no doubt milking that hefty shaft buried in her guts. Even the twitch of her little tail felt obscene to Matthew, graphic in how that motion must only come from a moment like this.

Leor had broken her kiss when she rocked back onto her lover's bestial cock, face now burrowed into the thick white fur of his neck. Another moan from her as Strypes grabbed her ass, claws digging through fur into flesh. He yanked Leor off his shaft, exposing the pristine, shining red flesh before he tugged her back down. Her cheeks clapped down onto Strypes thighs, rippling interrupted when Strypes instantly lifted her backside again.

They fell into a loud, wet rhythm. Leor wrapped her arms around Strypes' neck and wailed into his collarbone as he pounded her insides, assailed her senses with his musk, his stabbing cock, his forceful grip, his belly fur which her hard shaft glided against so sweetly. Matthew wanted so badly to flatten his face into Strypes' balls and huff that heavy, sweaty musk straight from the source. It smelled oily and male. His cock ached in his shorts, but his hands remained rooted into the arms of the chair, fingernails pinching into the plastic.

His pulse thumped so loud in his ears, Matthew expected the pair to hear it. He gasped as his cock leaked into the fabric of his boxers. Leor glanced backwards, making eye contact before she grinned, face flushed beneath her short coat of fur. A cheeky wink became interrupted by a galling thrust from Strypes. She groaned, long, not-quite human tongue lolling from her mouth. Her shuddering rear end squeezed on Strypes' meat as it slipped back out, a slick mess of her own lubricant and precum. The smell heady enough to make Matthew think Strypes already came, but no, he noticed a swelling inside the pokemon's sheath. The fattening of still hidden flesh as the obstagoon rolled his hips, that furry flesh peeling back like foreskin, revealing the bulb blooming with blood.

“That's it! Breed me," Leor growled.

Strypes answered in turn with a snarl, the claws on her backside digging so deep a few red droplets of blood began to weep from her flesh.He lifted a fat paw and spanked her, and Leor moaned into his shoulder. It quickly turned into a bite, her changed teeth digging into Strypes' flesh.

Matthew wondered if all equalist matings were this feral. It intimidated him to think about, but with his mind clouded by their pheromones, he didn't think he'd care very much.

Strypes rolled them over, snarling, humping Leor's backside. He huffed and yanked backwards before slamming in. The blow shook her so much Matthew heard the wet thwap of her cock against her precum-drenched belly. The sweet smell of it an enticing balm to the heady musk dazing all of Matthew's senses. Strypes slammed into his partner again, her rear yawning around a knot the size of a grapefruit before she swallowed it. Leor screamed, fangs still clamped into Strypes shoulder.

Like a vehicle shifting gears, Strypes hips worked in steady circles, the big obstagoon huffing and whimpering. His demeanor changed as he eked out as much pleasure as possible. The gyrating of his hips making his knot tug so sweetly on her rim, his sweaty nuts rubbing up and down her soft, round ass.

Leor released him with a weak moan. “Fuck… that's it baby, let it all out. Arceus, you're so warm. It's only been a day and you stored so much up for me."

Strypes whined, going completely still.

Leor giggled, voice husky and dripping with heat. “Needy boy." She pushed on his chest. “Roll us over now—that's a good boy." Trembling, Leor sat up, drenched in sweat, her rosy, bestial cock still dripping. With a slight grimace and groan from Strypes, she managed to turn herself around while remaining attached to the obstagoon's lap. Leor's grin flashed fangs still bloody. She threw her hands into the air, “Ta-da!"

Matthew blinked. The whole experience had been a matter of minutes. A simple quickie to the pair, but in his musk-drugged state he could barely lick his dry lips.

Leor, still smiling, hefted her shaft and pointed it at Matthew. “How about you come over and help me with this."

Shakily, Matthew stumbled over and found himself on his knees at the bed's foot. It took him a breath to steel his nerves and look up. Strypes' legs lazily hung off it, thighs spread, sweaty balls right there, one lick away from changing his life, but a finger hooked his chin and made him look up: at the smaller pair of balls resting on Strypes, a twitching member he might carry himself someday, to fur-slicked abdomen to breasts falling up and down, to Leor's red eyes shining with their mischief.

“On me, Mr." She nudged his nose with the spade tip of her cock, smearing precum on his skin.

“I-I'm not very good at—"

“Only one way to get better, hun. Open."

Trancelike, he listened, and she fed him her cock. The spade kissed his lips, then pried them wider open as more of that shaft sunk inside his mouth. Hot and wet on his tongue, so lubricated by her own arousal that it didn't matter his mouth had been dry. She tasted sweet, pungent, meaty—more slid inside his mouth. Her hand slipped around the back of his head, claws pricking gently at his scalp. Matthew closed his eyes, totally lost from everything but her taste and the smell of her and Strypes' sex. Her cock prodded the back of his throat.

His gut clenched, expecting to gag, but he didn't.

“That's it, slut. Just take deep breaths through your nose and…" Leor's cock began to press into his throat, “relax."

Matthew listened. It almost became numbing, just a simple set of jobs: keep his mouth open for her, keep breathing. Till his lips came to rest, flattened to her knot.

“Hehe, handling it like a pro so far. Maybe you've just been sucking the wrong kind of dick."

The thought of sucking other cocks, ones like this, like a pokemon's made Matthew squirm. Leor noticed.

“That's right, deep down you're just another pokeslut. Like all the rest. Your body was made for this, Matt. Just give into it."

He wanted to, so badly. Living a lie like this couldn't last. He needed to be like her, with his own partners, irrevocably changed by them and unabashedly addicted to them. He'd never felt a stronger need—his chest ached, his cock throbbed in his shorts. He moaned, felt something wet and warm begin spilling against his thighs.

“Are you cumming? F-fuck that's super hot," Leor whispered. She started humping his face, shaft slipping in and out around his lips. Matthew continued to whimper, grabbing her thighs to steady himself as she used him. “Strypes!" His eyes opened to see the obstagoon had sat up. The stud leered down at Matthew, sizable paws toying with Leor's breasts. He tweaked a nipple carefully between his claws and a bead of milk dripped free. The obstagoon growled against her, nibbled on her pointed ear. It was when that long tongue licked under her throat, along her jaw, that Leor came with a loud, “Fuck!"

She sheathed all but her knot inside Matthew. His orgasm had tapered off at some point, but the high had far from finished. Feeling the pulse and twitch of her shaft was strangely good along his tongue and throat. Almost erogenous—then her seed flooded his throat. Matthew coughed and Leor let him back up. He managed to swallow, and kept a tight seal around that bestial tip. Her swimmers soon swarmed across his tastebuds, thick and slightly bitter, salty and sticky. It should not have felt so good to swallow it, but his balls ached and released a little more just from sampling her. Just from gulping down jet after jet of her cum. And hers didn't even have the mind and body altering effects a pokemon's did—Matthew couldn't even fathom the ecstasy he might receive from worshipping River or Joule's cocks.

He wasn't sure when it stopped, because he blissfully just nursed on her cock till Leor gently nudged him off. Beaming at him, Leor said, “I know I just fed you, but want to clean up and get breakfast with me?"

Matthew just stared at her. He didn't want to stop, but he couldn't form the words. Instead, his brow furrowed and he asked, “Was… was that a joke?"

She patted his cheek. “Good to see you aren't totally a space case when you're like this."

***

“Leor?"

“Yeah, Matt?" Leor asked as they walked the length of Lucas's property. Matthew brushed aside a lock of damp hair sticking to his brow, a tool bag slung across his shoulder. He had trouble looking at Leor while her fur remained damp from their shared shower. She had pushed herself inside the stall and pressed a padded fingertip to his lips to keep him from protesting.

“I just wanted to help clean up my mess," she had whispered before falling to her knees. Each glance of her reminded him of the enticing touch of her fur against his skin. How shapely Leor looked, coat glossy and wet, clinging to her flesh…

He cleared his throat and said, “How long was it until life felt, I don't know, normal again?"

“Hehe, why would you ever want that?"

Matthew huffed a little. “I just mean… your life got turned upside down when you came out as an equalist, right?"

Leor shrugged. “It did. I couldn't even keep the lease on my apartment, much less a regular job or contact with my family…" She shook her head, “But I was lucky. I had friends who were on the DL, and they got me in touch with people who could help. We couch surfed a lot that first year, which, when you start waddling around with eggs inside you it's no picnic, trust me."

“Mhmm." Matthew chewed on his bottom lip. “I'm worried my parents might try to send me in for hypnotherapy."

She reached over and squeezed his hand. “You're an adult, Matthew. No one's sending you to a conversion camp or hypnotherapist, not without your consent, okay?" They stopped and she met his gaze, her startling red eyes fixing him in place. “And I'll help you any way I can, because I want you to live the life you want."

“I, uh, thanks Leor," Matthew said before pulling away. They kept walking, silence stretching between them. Matthew's mind raced with horror stories of equalists taken from their homes. Twenty years ago it was still legal to sterilize them and their partner. He pursed his lips, but couldn't force out any of those anxieties, so he stole glances of her: Leor seemingly content to let things hang there. She scanned the treeline, traced the flight path of a circling skarmory. Strypes was back at the house while they checked the repellant sprinklers around the property.

“It… it was easy—back there, I mean, to think I wanted this. I'm just still really scared."

She reached over and hugged him, which made Matthew freeze up, but Leor simply held him, whispered, “It's okay to be afraid. But you're not alone. You'll never be alone so long as you have them."

And it occurred to Matthew why taking the plunge felt so impossible. “B-but I don't have them and if I try to I'll lose them forever and…"

“Shhhhh," Leor cooed, rubbing his back. His arms, once limp, wrapped around her as he began to cry. “ I'll do everything I can to make sure that doesn't happen."