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Welcome to Chapter 3 of the Escort files! Sorry for the delay everyone. I had this finished much earlier, but really just kinda sat on it. Well, I'm finally pulling the trigger and posting it. Hopefully you enjoy it!

Story Keywords:Pokémon Trainer, Pokephilia, Fingering, Toys, Female, Raichu, Story Heavy, Violence

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Sunlight streamed through the windows of the Violet Enterprises cafeteria. It was mid morning, and Tommy sat lost in thought while munching on his breakfast. Today it was a simple bowl of cereal, along with some faux-sausage for protein.

He had slept long, but not particularly well. While he couldn't remember his dreams at all, they had left him feeling very disturbed. Inwardly, he was grateful to not be able to remember whatever they had been. Taking a deep drink of lingonberry juice, he let his eyes wander the cafeteria.

While it was hardly busy, there were others around the cafeteria having snacks or meals of their own. A woman in her late twenties sat, feeding berries to a huge hydreigon, and two tables over was a group of people, all in a boisterous conversation. A sandshrew, eevee and blaziken were at that table, along with the humans. Behind the small ordering area, a golisopod carefully stacked clean dishes in a cupboard, while a bespectacled man took orders on a cordless phone.

It would have made more sense for Tommy to try and talk to some of these folks. Making friends and contacts was how a lot of people got ahead in the world. If nothing else, it would be an interesting conversation, a chance to make a new friend, an attempt to get his mind off the weird jumble of feelings and concerns that weighed him down.

Yet he remained in his quiet corner, contemplating yesterday's events. That scan happens to everyone hired, and presumably, to everyone already at work for Violet Enterprises. Tommy figured that had to be more than a hundred people, minimum. He was the only one who passed out, Alex said. One out of a hundred, best guess at the odds.

Rotten prize, Tommy thought. Usually being special works to one's advantage. Instead, I got to feel like my brain was liquefied, and had a night full of distressing dreams that I can almost, but not quite, remember.

Noticing his pokémon watching his remaining sausage link, he sighed and cut the bean based link in half, before offering one half each to Glory and Nia. Glory simply ate the whole thing, whereas Nia accepted hers daintily, and began to nibble away at it. It made him smile, to see them happy and relaxed like this. Regardless of anything else, he always had his most loyal friends at his side. For better or worse.

And Tommy sincerely hoped things were trending better.

Lost in thought, he was snapped back to reality by plates and glasses being placed on his table. Straightening, he saw Alex and Luke at his table. Both gave a friendly wave before sitting down.

“G'day Tommy. Did ya sleep well?" asked Alex, sitting down. In front of him was a large burger, along with fried potatoes and what looked like a liter of caramel colored soda. Tommy raised an eyebrow at the food choices.

“Not really. Had weird, discomfiting dreams. Or at least, I think I did. I can't seem to recall them…" Trailing off, he fixed Alex with a curious stare. “How on earth can you eat stuff like that and look so damn fit though?"

Flashing a pearly grin, Alex gave Tom a mock salute before biting into his burger. Once he had the first bite down, he answered the question. “Fitness, at least for me, usually has more to do with how hard I work at it, mate."

Tommy's eyes drifted over to Luke, who had a plate full of something fried and spicy smelling. They looked like croquettes, and the lucario was carefully taking one at a time, blowing it cool, then popping it into his muzzle.

“Yesterday and today are some of my slower days, not that you know." continued Alex, eating heartily, “Usually, I never have time to stop and sit down. Though I do a fair bit of organizational work for the transport division, I am hardly what anyone would consider a desk jockey.

As you were likely told, people have to pull a fair bit of weight around here, so I do a lot of running around. Not to mention squeezing in a few films here and there for the extra cash." He gave Tommy a teasing wink. “But yeah, mate, I spend a lot of time either busy, fucking, or at the gym. So all this gets worked off easily. Stick with the company and if you aren't fit now, you sure will be in a month or so!" He punctuated this statement with another easy laugh.

Alex's demeanor couldn't help but draw an amused smile from Tommy. “So, since you're eating too, we're not setting out immediately?"

Alex nodded, still eating.

“Then is it alright if I ask some questions? I was wondering about a few things."

Another nod.

“What's with the pokémon rescue? That's… that's now how VE sources its pokémon actors is it?" Tommy's tone held a stutter of disbelief. He didn't really want to think his new employer was so underhanded as to pressure pokémon in need, but the disquieting half-remembered dreams of the night before drew his mind to dark places.

Caught off guard by question, Alex coughed, then quickly swallowed his bite of food, shaking his head. “Naw, ya got it all wrong, mate! All our actors join of their own volition, we don't pressure any pokémon to take part." He sighed, and looked out the window for a moment. Tommy figured he was probably ordering his thoughts, and deciding just what to say.

“Look, mate," he began, a serious tone in his voice. “You don't seem dull, so you can see immediately how poképhilia porn without strict controls in place can quickly become ethically and morally muddy. At best. Not every company out there is as principled as us. A good example would be our biggest competitor, New Moon.

I won't push you to look for their stuff, but a lot of it is just straight up abuse. Horrific stuff. Pokémon under orders from their trainers – the people they trust most – to fuck on camera, whether they want to or not. Abuse and rape, pure and simple. It's abhorrent, and it's part of the reason Silhouette created Violet Enterprises and all their other subsidiaries."

Tommy was surprised at the raw emotion coming from Alex, even as the man continued. “So, that's where a lot of our sister companies came in. The way I understand it, Silhouette saw what was out there and could not abide it. Righteous indignation and all that. And I get it, mate, I really do. If you had seen… No, never mind.

The long and short of it is that Silhouette poured intense and massive funds into creating not just VE, but a lot of companies, including a lot of pokémon rescues, as you noted. Everything we do is to put pokémon first, mate. That's where all the rescues come in."

Leaning forward on the table, Alex folded his hands, regarding Tommy with an intense look. “We do our absolute best to deal with pokémon abuse wherever we can. Whether that's putting pressure on unethical companies like New Moon, or just providing safe haven for abused pokémon. That's why I work here, mate."

Listening to Alex speak, Tommy could feel the passion of the man. He'd been concerned about whatever Silhouette was, but to motivate someone to this level of zeal and devotion was a positive sign to say the least. “So that's why Oliver came here?"

Alex gave a great sigh, and to Tommy it looked like he was forcing himself to relax and go back to his burger. “Yes, that's why. Oliver ran away from his trainer, and found his way to one of our shelters. Since then, we learned about his situation and have been setting up legal challenges to the original trainer. To get him emancipated."

Tommy chewed his lip for a moment. “And what is his situation? Can you tell me now, Alex?"

Nodding, Alex took a deep drink of his soda. “Yeah. Now that you're vetted, I can. First off, obvious stuff out of the way: there are ongoing legal challenges going on here, so this information is not public, nor to be spoken about in public. Anyone asks you about Oliver, you say nothing, and if they get their panties in a twist, point'em to our legal department. Anyway, what happened is that Oliver made a pass at his trainer. Did not go over well."

At the statement, Tommy cast a glance down at Glory, petting gently over her finned head. “That's all?" he asked disbelievingly. It was hard to fathom that being the case. Why would that provoke abuse? he wondered.

“It doesn't take a lot with some people, mate," was all Alex said at first, eyes narrowing. “His trainer was disgusted, both because Oliver was a pokémon and because Oliver was gay. Decided he was going to “fix" Oliver, make him into a proper and respectable pokémon. His first step in that direction is that he began beating Oliver. Horribly."

A chill fell over Tommy as an intrusive thought took hold of him. In his mind's eye, he saw Glory, bruised and fearful as she cowered away from him, his hand raised to strike her. He felt sick and cold from the mental image, having trouble pushing it away.

A pair of paws on his thigh, and a muzzle poking against his forearm slowly dragged Tommy back to reality. Looking down at Glory, he wordlessly lifted her into his lap, and hugged her fiercely for a moment. Finally, he was able to banish the thought, Glory's comforting presence grounding him back in reality.

“The second step wasn't much better. The trainer went looking for female pokémon and ordered Oliver to mate with them. Under threat of more violent beatings if he resisted." Alex grit his teeth and seemed to suppress a growl. “From there I don't know the details, but Oliver managed to get his pokéball while out, and escaped into the city. Eventually found his way into one of our shelters. After we learned his story, we had him brought here for safety while we lodge every legal challenge we can manage."

Tommy sat silently for a while, just snuggling into the vaporeon in his arms. “I see," he whispered finally, voice stretched tight with emotion. “That… that explains a lot about his behavior and shyness." Once more, he hugged Glory tightly to him. Sensing her master's unease, she nuzzled into his neck, wrapping her paws around him as well.

“Vap vaporeon." Hearing the comforting voice of his pokémon, finally Tommy was able to completely banish the dread in himself. After a moment he looked up at Alex again.

“You spoke of Silhouette like they are a person," Tommy asked curiously, “But I thought Silhouette was a company?"

“Well, yes and no, mate. See, the larger company we operate under is Silhouette. This is because a lot of our other projects wouldn't be taken seriously if Violet Enterprises' name was on them. A good example is the pokémon rescues we were speaking about. Hard to believe in the good intentions of a pokémon rescue run by a pokémon porn company. It presents an obvious appearance of a conflict of interest.

But, Silhouette is also the pseudonym of the person, or group, directly in charge of Violet Enterprises. And, one would assume that this Silhouette, the person, is also in charge of Silhouette, the company." Finishing off the last of his burger, Alex took a moment to stare out the window, before continuing.

“Honestly, I don't know who Silhouette is, but I've been around long enough at the company now to trust them, weird name choice and preference for anonymity aside. The only person known to have met with Silhouette in person is Jerome, and well…"

With a nod, Tommy jumped in quickly. “I met Jerome briefly. He seemed like someone who knew an awful lot, and was very strategic with how much he let slip." A crooked smile crossed his face. “He won't be telling us anything except what he wants us to know. Seems like a man who keeps four or five steps ahead of everyone else."

“Well, you're definitely not wrong there, mate," agreed Alex, salting the last of his fries. “But he's a good man. Anyway, back to Silhouette: the other main thing I know is that if you get an envelope with a pokémon paw print on it, that's an important message. It comes straight from Silhouette."

“Or, so I am told," grumbled the dark skinned man. “Not like I've ever gotten one. But I hear every once in a while, folks do get them."

Tommy couldn't resist the chance to tease just a little. “Feeling left out of all the cloak and dagger?"

That got a small laugh from Alex. “Look, it's probably a good sign if Silhouette knows who you are, and asks you to do something personally." He seemed to daydream a moment. “Everybody wants to feel special, like they're irreplaceable. But even if that's not true, I'm going to keep doing what I can here. I love my job, I love the company, and I believe the world is a better place with all the things Silhouette is trying to do."

A lull came to the conversation, and Tommy just enjoyed the companionable silence for a moment. Eventually though, he had a niggling concern that he wanted to bring up. “Alex, the…uh the room I am in? Is that permanent?"

Alex quirked an eyebrow, seeming caught off guard by the question. “In…what way, mate?"

Sighing, he sat Glory back down from his lap. “I…uh… look, this is embarrassing but the truth is, I don't have a place anywhere else. No apartment or anything. I've been just barely getting by the past few years. So I was wondering if I could get what little stuff I own out of storage from Virbank and have it sent here. Maybe also turn this into a mailing address. Haven't had one of those in a while." He wasn't able to look at Alex while admitting all this, shame bubbling up in him.

“You're totally homeless?" Alex was aghast.

Tommy took a deep breath. “Afraid so. I lived in Kanto for a few years, but then I was forced out. At the same time, there was a big falling out with my folks, and my mother disowned me. Past year and a half, I've been moving from place to place doing whatever I can to keep food on the table and a roof occasionally over our heads." Still unable to look at Alex, he fidgeted with his hands in his lap.

Tommy felt a hand at his shoulder, and when he forced himself to look up, Alex was there. Just next to him, supportive. After a moment, Alex cleared his throat and spoke.

“You… wanna talk about what happened?"

Taking a deep breath, Tommy swallowed the lump in his throat. If ever there would be a sympathetic audience, this would be the place to find it, he thought. He forced himself to look up at Alex, whose face was torn between curiosity and concern.

“Suppose I should," he started, trying to steal himself a bit. “They say a problem shared is only half as heavy. And besides that, I am fairly convinced now that what happened is part of why Jerome hired me, specifically. I didn't actually apply to Violet Enterprises. Did you know that? No, I got the email out of nowhere."

Clearing his throat, Tommy started into his story. “I came late to being a pokémon trainer, my parents wouldn't let me go after badges until I had graduated highschool. They did, however, let me have an eevee when I got my license at age ten. That was Glory, and as you can see, she's a vaporeon now. She's been by my side through everything, and without her, I don't know where I would be.

When I did finally graduate, I started looking for the best possible chance to build a team, and become a league certified trainer. At first, I was going to simply tackle the Unova League, but about that time, Macro Cosmos held a contest for trainers outside of the Galar region. So, I entered, and sent in an essay about how I wanted to become a league trainer, and how helpful it would be to visit other regions to help accomplish my goal."

Stopping, Tommy took another drink of juice before continuing. Nia also took this time to climb into his lap, as Glory laid down at his feet. “Whether my essay impressed someone or I was just lucky, I don't know. But I won the contest, and the prize that came with it: a paid trip to Galar to participate in the league challenge, and an endorsement from the chairman to participate."

At this point, Alex interrupted him. “Tommy, mate, don't see what this has to do with you ending up homeless."

“You would if you let me finish," Tommy snapped irritably. He took a deep breath, starting to pet the Raichu in his lap. “What happened in Kanto nearly ruined my life. And talking about this is the background on how I ended up in Kanto."

“Right, sorry mate," replied the other trainer. Alex fidgeted a bit. “Uh, please continue…"

“I'll try and make it short from here. In Galar, I ended up getting two new pokémon by the time I fought my way through the gym Leaders. Both Turing and Nia…" There was a happy “Raichu!" from pokémon being pet in Tommy's lap. “...were added to my team then. During the tournament I was eliminated, but placed seventh. Not bad considering most other challengers had two more pokémon than me, and some had three more."

“A visiting agent from the Kanto league saw my performance and offered me a job as a coach trainer for the league there."

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Pardon again, mate, but what's a coach trainer?"

“A new thing at the time in Kanto," explained Tommy, still idly petting over Nia's soft body. “Veteran trainers chosen to help league challengers by offering advice, encouragement and the occasional TM. We were posted all over Kanto, and tasked with doing what we could to help challengers on their way, and also to promote the best standards of pokémon breeding and training besides.

Kanto takes such things and their image very seriously. They often claim to be the home of pokémon battling as an art form; and they do have more than few champions to show for it. For a few years, I had it very good. Loved my job, got to see the beautiful countryside, and got plenty of practice battling. Honed me to an even sharper point, I think."

Tommy's voice choked off here, as a shameful blush crept up from his neck and over his face. "Would have stayed that way too, if not for one particular asshole forgetting to knock." Nia nuzzled into Tommy's chest reassuringly. Blushing now incredibly badly, he coughed and finally managed to spit out what happened.

“One day, someone walked in on me having sex with Glory," he finally managed to spit out. Leaning back in his chair, Alex said nothing, keeping a neutral expression.

“As stated before, Kanto takes their image very seriously, and fornication with pokémon is extremely taboo there. Even possession of poképhilia pornography is grounds for imprisonment or deportation from the region. Combine that with a job that had me interacting with young people, including children, on a daily basis and I was immediately suspended."

Tommy clenched his fists, forcing his voice even. “They didn't have proof at the time, just her word against mine. But things immediately heated up, and an investigation was launched. I even lost custody of Glory for a while." From near his feet, Glory let out a quiet growl at this.

“News media started to get wind of it though, and the league shut that down fast. They brought me forward, and offered me an ultimatum. If I confessed, they would close the investigation, black it out from the media, and I could leave Kanto with Glory. If I fought them, they would investigate deeply, push for the maximum punishment available, my name would be plastered all over the news, and there would be a good chance I would never see Glory, Nia or Turing again."

By now Luke had paused eating and looked over to his master. Alex returned the look with wordless horror. To be separated from one's pokémon was hell as a trainer and to lose them forever as bad as death.

“I took what I thought was the smart option, and gave a private confession. An investigation would likely have turned up something anyway." Tommy clenched his fists so tightly he could feel his fingernails dig into his skin. “Figured this way, I'd just get sent home, have Glory back, and have to work from there. Unfortunately, just because they didn't want the media running around with the story for clicks doesn't mean they weren't going to tell specific people about it.

When I got back home to Unova, I found my stuff tossed out into the street. My parents refused to let me in, or to even let me defend myself. Mom called me a perversion of humanity, and an abomination before god. The things she said about Glory were even more creative and hateful. She cursed the day she had ever given me an eevee."

Swallowing thickly, Tommy continued. “From there things just got a lot worse in a hurry. Most of my stuff was either ruined or missing from having been tossed unceremoniously into the road. I salvaged what I could, and put it into storage. And from there, I realized how screwed I was. I was blackballed by the league, my parents disowned me, I had no place to stay and no income."

At a loss for words, Alex just looked out the window. “Damn mate. And you lived like that for two years?"

Nodding, Tommy hugged Nia closer, trying to use her warmth to thaw his frozen insides. “Just about that. Depends on how you want to round it I guess. Somehow, I managed to get by on odd jobs from then to now. It's not always been pleasant. Usually it's just temporary jobs or things other folks didn't want to do. I was desperate enough when Jerome called me that I might have said yes even if it had been some sort of criminal empire. Or a company like New Moon."

Silence settled over the table now, as Tommy bowed his head and snuggled into Nia. Both she and Glory did their best to comfort him as Luke and Alex shared a wordless glance. Eventually, Alex spoke again. “Don't worry about a thing, mate. I'm sure we can afford to permanently assign you that space. Wouldn't be the first time we did something like that. And with what you just said, I'd fist fight Silhouette himself if he said no." Alex slammed a fist against the table. “I just… to ruin your life over that, to get you blackballed from the league... And what the fuck is up with your parents?!"

Realizing that he was starting to yell, Alex took a moment to take a deep breath and calm himself down. “Sorry. About the outburst. And everything else, really. You didn't deserve what happened to you, mate. Around here though, no one is going to judge you for it, so don't worry. I won't be spreading the story around, but still, know that I got your back."

Finally Tommy raised his head again, to look at Luke and Alex. “I appreciate it, I really do. Still have nightmares and panic attacks about it honestly. Hell, I had to psych myself up just to do some battling on the Siren. Kept worrying about if someone might somehow recognize me." He sighed, looking out the window for a moment. “But Glory helped shake me out of it. And truth is, I need to keep sharp. VE's got no need for me if I can't keep people and things safe during transport."

“At this point, I'd make sure you had a job in a rescue center, or as a damn gofer before I'd fire ya," countered Alex. “But we should get back to the topic at hand. I mentioned having a punch up a minute ago. You ever been in a fight?"

Tommy laughed bitterly. “Uh, once, in primary school. Wish I could say I won. Actually, wish I could even say I lost. Truth is, the other kid just stood and laughed at me as I hit him. Never bothered to hit me back."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Alex sighed deeply. “Well, won't lie mate, that's hardly an encouraging sign. Fortunately, we have a fight instructor." He stopped, and seemed to consider for a moment before explaining. “Well, sort of. She's actually an actor for us, but she also handles fight choreography in those few times we actually have a fight in a movie."

Immediately Tommy had the mental image of a pair of naked humans, fighting over a gardevoir laid seductively on the bed behind them. Covering his mouth he tried to suppress his laugh, but that just made it come out as a snerk.

“Hey now," Alex said, holding up a hand, “I know porn has a reputation, but we're working hard to make it less stilted. A story needs more than sex to be a movie. Plotless breeding we call a “naughty". Quite different from our full production features."

Alex drained the last of his soda as Luke ate the last couple bites of his meal as well. “Anyway, it's time for you to meet our instructor. So, let's take the dishes back, and I'll lead you up to see her. I think you'll like her."

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Three floors up from where they had been, Alex led Tommy and their trailing group of pokémon to a sort of large studio. There were mats all over the floor and various exercise equipment lined the walls. There were free weights, a treadmill, an exercise bike, and a variety of other things Tommy didn't recognize. One looked like just a ginormous ball. Several others were machines with an obvious place to sit, though that was all that was obvious about them to him.

After they entered the room, Luke moved over to the large ball, and leapt atop it, quickly and easily adopting a one legged stance on it, and appearing to meditate. That told Tommy it could be used to train your balance if nothing else. Though to be honest, he wasn't even sure that was how you were supposed to use it. Maybe Luke just liked showing off.

After looking around the room, Alex sighed. “Sam?" he called. When he got no response, he increased the volume. “SAMURENTH! WE GOT A NEWBIE." With Alex's booming voice echoing in the room, Tommy would have been surprised if people hadn't heard him across the entire floor. However, it did seem to get the desired reaction.

A side door clicked open, and out of the attached office stepped a female blaziken. She looked molded out of steel, her feathers doing little to soften her incredible musculature. She towered over him by at least fifteen centimeters, and had abs that looked like the platonic ideal, well formed and firm. Unlike most pokémon Tommy was used to seeing, she was wearing a black Violet Enterprises shirt, tied up to keep her fit stomach on display.

She had most of the hallmarks of any other blaziken Tommy had ever seen, like long blonde feathers falling back, like a super model's hair. Her biceps and thighs were incredibly defined, though below her knee is where he noticed that Samurenth was unique in her own way. While most blaziken had thick yellow feathers along the calf, completely hiding their feet, Sam seemed to just have bare talons, the same as her scaled arms from the elbow down.

Dumbstruck as he was by such a gorgeous pokémon, it took Tommy a few moments to realize he was obviously ogling her. She clearly knew it too, as she'd moved to a pose where she was flexing one arm, with her other talon on her hip, and her rump thrust out slightly. She wore a self-satisfied smile at the corners of her beak as Tommy stared.

Quickly coming to his senses, Tommy bowed his head. “Please excuse me for staring, Samurenth! You're just…well, very beautiful." Looking away gave him time to try and shift his thoughts away from Samurenth laid back on a bed, contorted in ecstasy as she came. Face burning again, Tommy cursed his libido for sabotaging him.

As Tommy was no longer openly eye fucking her, Sam settled into a more relaxed pose. Moving up, Alex stood next to her, seeming small even himself. “This," and he gestured proudly to the hard bodied pokémon, “Is Samurenth, or Sam. She's one of our actors, but also our fight choreographer, fitness instructor and most recently, martial arts trainer. She's going to be in charge of helping you be able to better defend yourself and your charges. As an escort, it's important for you to be able to fight if need be."

He stepped away from Sam and towards the wall motioning for Glory and Nia to join him. This left Tommy alone on the mats, facing Sam's intimidating presence. “Alright Tommy," announced Alex, the friendliness in his voice entirely out of place, “Show us what you have. Try and take down Sam anyway you can."

Swallowing thickly, Tommy looked to his new boss, who was leaning against the wall. “You…you want me to attack her?"

“That's the idea, mate. Show us what you can do, and Sam will get a better idea of what skill level we're starting from."

Turning back to Sam, she made a beckoning motion to him. Arceus, please don't let me embarrass myself too badly, he thought. Taking a deep breath, he studied Sam for a moment and decided to try and hit the biggest section of her that he could. He closed the distance with her and swung out his right fist in a hook towards her middle.

The punch connected only with empty space as Sam casually stepped around the blow. Tommy spun the opposite direction trying to a left hook towards her, and met the same fate, whiffing and through air as she once more casually stepped aside. Sam hadn't even bothered assuming a fighting stance, and the “Tch." she made while moving out of the way spoke volumes of her opinion of his abilities. She wasn't even really dodging, just stepping out of the way like he was no threat.

Tommy could feel his face burning with embarrassment. His entire job was to be someone who could protect his charge and deliver them safely. And right now, he couldn't even lightly connect with someone who wasn't even fighting him back, not really. Humiliation built and fanned the flames of anger in him.

Stepping forward, he threw a left handed jab straight towards Sam's beak. It missed by a few centimeters as she just leaned back slightly. Grunting with effort, he whipped his leg out in a low kick aimed at her calves. It took only a sprightly pair of steps for Sam to move over it. She didn't even jump.

This can't happen, he thought. I don't want to lose this opportunity. I can't. I can't go back. Gritting his teeth, he launched multiple punches and kicks towards Sam, hoping that by volume something would hit. While moving from side to side and back stepping, the blaziken yawned widely, before crossing her arms over her chest, regarding him with a half-lidded, unimpressed expression.

No, no, no… they're counting on me. This is my ONLY chance, you damn bird. Just. Stand. Still. Driven by fury and desperation, Tommy stepped forward again, wildly throwing rage powered punches at Sam from every possible angle. She dodged half of them, and the other half were blocked by quick motions of her taloned hands. As he threw himself at her, desperately working to get a hit in, she… smiled at him.

Goddamn smug bird! How DARE you! Losing all sense of self-control, Tommy launched a haymaker towards Sam's face with the full force of his body behind it.

As he did so, she fluidly ducked below the punch, reaching up and grasping his wrist with a talon. Pain raced up the nerves in Tommy's arm, it felt like a steel band a size too small had gone around his wrist. She pulled him forward, building on his momentum, as she turned and buried her other fist into Tommy's stomach. He barely had time to register the pain as she knocked all the air out of him.

But she continued to carry through with the hit, pulling his arm forward, and burying her fist into his middle. His feet left the ground, as he was suspended on the singular point of the blaziken's fist. As she straightened her arm, he passed up above her head as she continued to drag his arm forward before letting go; flipping him through the air and onto the matted surface of the small gymnasium.

He hit the mat without a sound, lungs already empty. Staring at the ceiling, Tommy's brain tried to catch up to what had happened, to take stock of the pain and determine how badly hurt he was. But he couldn't. Couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe! Sam had knocked the air out of his so powerfully that his muscles refused to obey, torn between pain and a sort of numbness. Panic overtook him.

Meanwhile, Sam calmly stepped over to his prone form, and grabbed the belt at his waist. She jerked her hand upward, forcing Tommy's hips off the mat, arching his back. And, incidentally, forcing him to take in a gasp of air. She did this a few more times, working him like a marionette until the numbness of his diaphragm was replaced only with pain.

He coughed several times as he began to breathe on his own. His wrist hurt, and his entire middle felt like nothing but one huge bruise in the making. As coherency returned to his thoughts, he groaned from more than physical pain. That's it, he thought. I totally blew it. Now I'll get tossed out like the trash, back to subsistence level if I'm lucky. Tears gathered in the corner of his eyes, not entirely from mere physical pain.

Sam stepped into view over him, an expression of concern writ across her face. “Blaz?" she asked gently, offering him a hand up. Taking hold of the offered talon, Tommy allowed himself to be hauled unsteadily to his feet. Groaning, he forced himself to stand up straight and salvage whatever dignity he might have left.

“Well, Sam," came Alex's voice from the sidelines, “How did he do? I'm not exactly a fighter myself, but I figure you'd probably have cleaned house with anyone we sent in here."

Forcing himself to turn to the blaziken, Tommy felt his panic leap again as she gave a very exasperated shrug and deep sigh. There was no mistaking her opinion: he was hopelessly awful.

“That bad, huh," was Alex's response, as he scratched the back of his head. “Well, guess that's what we got you to train him for. And it's not like you didn't warn me you weren't much of a fighter, mate."

Sam moved away from Tommy bit, and slammed a fist into her palm, before holding up her palm towards him and pointing at it. Still feeling the heat of embarrassment on his face, it flared again as he realized he had no idea what she wanted.

“She wants you to punch her hand, mate," Alex explained, “She has your measure of skill, so now she wants to see your strength." After a quick look to Alex, Sam turned back to Tommy and nodded.

Determined to at least manage to do well in this, Tommy took a moment to aim and practice his punch before finally committing to it with his entire body. He threw every bit of his weight and muscle into this singular strike, and his fist struck home against the blaziken's palm.

When the strike connected, he could feel his bones move, ligaments and connective tissue compressed throughout his hand and wrist. It felt like he had full force punched a block of marble with a thin covering of leather over it. He dropped to his knees, biting back a scream of pain, holding his hand and gingerly searching for broken bones. Tommy doubted the strike had been that impressive, and he had certainly paid the price for trying.

There was the sound of footsteps as Sam retreated to her little office, and when she returned, she had a small spray bottle of potion in one hand. Gently, she pulled him to his feet again and gestured for his hand. Despite his trepidation, Tommy held out his battered hand for her. Gently, she held it in one of her talons while carefully spraying it down with the potion.

In moments his hand went from throbbing to fuzzily numb. Once it had, Sam put down the potion on the mat, and very carefully checked over his hand, her extremely warm digits checking him over for breaks or sore areas. After she seemed content that he was not seriously harmed, she picked up the potion and retreated to her office again.

Now unsure of what was going on, Tommy looked back to Alex, who shrugged. So, Tommy just waited a bit, for the feeling to slowly come back to his hand.

After a few minutes, Sam came walking back out of the office, holding a few discs and a sheaf of papers. She moved over to Tommy's side and held up the papers so he could read them; they were lists of exercises with instructions and time stamps. Another set of pages showed workout routines, planned out by day of the week.

Finally, Sam pointed to the time stamps on the instructions, and then held up the discs. Tommy hazarded a guess at what she meant there. “The discs have demonstrations of the various exercises?"

A broad grin tugged at the corners of Sam's beak. She didn't have the most expressive face though, and Tommy realized he was going to need to learn to watch her eyes carefully. She gave him a thumbs up, and then flipped through the papers more. This one was a schedule that was done out by weeks. For the first few weeks, she just wanted him to do some basic things; stretching, strength and cardio training, and some toughening exercises for his fists and a few other body parts. It seemed simple enough.

For the next couple of hours, Sam walked Tommy through the various exercises she wanted him to do. Once he proved he knew how to do one, she moved on to the next, making it less a workout than a training lesson. Once Sam was satisfied that Tommy would be able to follow the new schedule, she dismissed him with a simple nod and walked back into her office.

Groaning in exhaustion and more than a little sore, Tommy went to collect Nia and Glory so they could return to their room. While doing that, he noticed that Alex and Luke were gone, most likely having left at some point when Sam was busy showing him all the exercises she wanted him to do.

Worrying slightly about what Alex might think of his poor performance, Tommy nonetheless was fighting a losing battle to fatigue. It seemed the perfect time to take a nap.

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The television screen produced a cavalcade of lewd images and sounds, but it was not for Tommy's benefit. He lay on his back in his newly provided bed, feeling both his hand and stomach ache softly. A quick trip to the restroom and a look in the mirror confirmed what he'd already figured; there was a large bruise spreading over his stomach, and one across the hand he'd used to punch Sam.

Tommy wasn't even sure if he'd ever seen anyone with a bruised stomach before.

Thanks to the potion Sam had used, neither hurt too much, but he was still acutely uncomfortable, so he kept his movement to a minimum, just staring at the ceiling, willing his body to heal faster. All the while, accompanied by lewd sexual sounds from his room's television.

When he left the gym, he'd run into a group of eeveelutions being shepherded down to a special playdate. Glory had decided to check it out with his blessing. At least in the Violet Enterprises building, he was sure an unattended pokémon would meet no harassment. She knew where the room was when she finished. Or she could find a way to get staff to notify him, he was sure.

Nia has accompanied him back to his room, where his soreness had made sleep annoyingly unreachable. The little raichu also requested Tommy throw on the Violet Enterprises disc they'd purchased. Seeing as sleep wasn't happening, he acquiesced, allowing her to have the remote as well.

What he found strange was the skippinp, stopping, and occasionally repeating of flareon moans and gasps from the speakers. Nia was evidently repeatedly pausing, slowing, sometimes rewinding the feature to watch a segment two or three times. Considering he wasn't hearing the sounds he associated with his raichu frigging herself stupid, he concluded she was studying the film for some reason, taking mental notes, though he had no idea why.

So, he left her to her research, whatever her purpose was. With a groan, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the papers Sam had given him. The workouts would start tomorrow, and though she had him starting off easy, it would not remain that way. Tommy hoped that once he reached the level she was looking for, he could back off it a bit.

By now the credits were playing to Nia's film, and the television clicked off when they finished. Vaguely, Tommy could feel Nia move around on the bed and heard the sound of her undocking his tablet. After a moment, she started speaking, obviously to Turing.

“Raichu, rai rai."

“Ry gon?"

“Chu chu!"

“Gon."

As they chatted, Tommy wondered about her behavior. She'd never really shown any interest in film before, nor in using his phone – or computer back when he had one. It was difficult not to wonder what she was up to all of a sudden.

The answer came after she pawed at his cheek, calling for his attention. So with a groan of discomfort, he rolled onto his side to see what she wanted. Nia had propped up the tablet and opened up a Violet Enterprises form page. It was an application for actors to work at Violet Enterprises. She gestured to it with her tail tip, using it like a pointer.

Blinking, he reached out a hand to take the tablet, looking over the form. Specifically, it was a form for a pokémon to apply to Violet Enterprises, and Turing had already helped Nia by adding some of her information to the form. Tommy sat up, holding the tablet and chewing his lip.

“You don't have to do this," he reassured her, looking from the tablet in his hand to the raichu on his bed. “We don't need the money. I can provide for us just fine if…"

“Rai, raichu!" Nia squeaked, shaking her head vehemently.

“Not about the money, huh," the trainer mumbled, “Well, uh…it's not got anything to do with me? Have I not been…"

Irritated by his negative attitude, Nia whipped his face lightly with her tail.

“Ow! Well, what…"

Nia cut him off with a “Rai!" getting his attention. She took a deep breath and held up the case for “Experiments in Ecstasy". After pointing to it with a paw, she then pointed to herself and giggled, before starting to run around and play. Then she stopped and came back to where she had been on the bed, staring at him. “Chu! Raichu rai."

Tommy blinked, understanding coming slowly. “Oh, you're saying that looks like fun, right?"

“Rai rai!" she exclaimed, nodding her head. She climbed up into his lap, and cuddled up against him, pushing the tablet out of the way to nuzzle into his chest. Tommy felt a surging current from her cheeks, not quite enough to zap him, but enough to give him a heavy tingle. Nia hugged her arms around him and then looked up at him seriously. “Chu? Raichu?"

Smiling down at her, Tommy stroked her ears softly. “Oh, of course. I wouldn't deny you something you want to do. Just a little out of sorts because of earlier." Grumbling slightly, he picked the tablet back up to read through the page. “Just really wish I hadn't embarrassed myself so badly with Sam."

After finishing reading the page, he hugged her back. “Seems like Turing entered all the basic data here, so the next step is using their automated “preference picker"." Pulling up the window, he moved so Nia could touch the screen. There was a list of pokémon, as well as outlines of a human man and a human woman. A slider was across from each, going from black, to red, to green and finally to white.

“So, this list basically tells the company who you're willing to screw, and how you feel about it. Black is never, red is you would really prefer not, green is A-okay, and white is favorite." He looked over the list for a moment. “Seems pretty simple here, but you have a lot of entries to go through, so how about I get us a drink?"

“Rai rai!"

Nia scooted out of his lap, taking the tablet with her as she went down the list, making her selections. As he got up, Tommy noticed that both male and female humans had gone right into the “favorite" column. Suppressing a chuckle, he got up and headed for the fridge. He hadn't really realized exactly how much of a cute little slut his raichu was before now.

Pulling the fridge door open, he noticed there were a few drinks already in the fridge, a six-pack of bottled soda, specifically the fortified kind usually given to pokémon as a treat. There was also an empty pitcher that Tommy filled with water before putting back, and a bottle of red wine with a pair of nidoran on the label. Along with the bottle was a card, with a little black pokémon paw print and the Violet Enterprises logo. Picking it up, Tommy scanned it over, finding it was a welcome card, congratulating him on joining the company. The wine and soda were gifts.

With a smile, he set the card standing up on the counter. Maybe to most it was a small thing, but it made him feel more at ease. Even if it probably was just a mass produced card given to everyone. A shrill beep from the fridge reminded Tommy that he'd had it open too long, so he quickly grabbed a bottle of the soda and shut the door.

Searching around in the drawers for a moment, he finally found a combination bottle opener and corkscrew. Popping the top off the frosty soda, he took a quick drink while moving around to check on Nia's progress. She was down near the bottom of the list of known pokémon, and progressing quickly. Most everything was going into the green, with an occasional red or black.

Once she came to the very bottom of the list, Tommy gave her a small pat on the back and offered her some of the soda. Taking the bottle in her paws, Nia tipped it back and chugged down a surprising amount of soda in a short period of time. “Chaaaa," she sighed in pleasure, setting the bottle on the nightstand.

With the opportunity now presented, Tommy picked up the tablet and scrolled through her choices. None of it was particularly surprising, but it did reinforce his belief that when it came to sex, Nia only needed to be told where and when.

A quick click on the “Next" button brought up the next part of the application, where it asked about Nia's likes and dislikes. There was a list of things there, along with helpful pictures for pokémon who might not be able to read. A large blank text box sat at the bottom to add additional information.

With a yawn, Tommy thought about what Nia seemed to like, and realized he had never really experimented much with her. Vaginal was an obvious yes, along with creampies. He also knew from experience that she was quite happy to watch as well, little voyeur that she was. Beyond that, he suddenly went blank, having a sudden bout of brain fog.

“Uh, Nia, it's asking about likes and fetishes," Tommy began, though he stopped as soon as Nia responded to the statement by holding up the case for “Experiments in Ecstasy". So, he picked up the case, looked over the back and made a list.

“Let's see: bondage, science/medical play, forced orgasms, toys, overstimulation…" With every item he read off, he looked to Nia, who nodded enthusiastically at each one. Dutifully Tommy entered all the information before reading the list back to Nia, including the few he'd added before.

“Right, got all that down. Anything else?"

As soon as he asked, she nodded and quickly moved out as though holding a camera and looking through it. Then Nia moved so she would be where the camera was looking and rubbed down between her legs with a euphoric look on her face. After a moment, it clicked for Tommy.

“Exhibitionism?"

“Rai, rai!" she exclaimed, nodding vigorously.

“You know, one would think exhibitionism was a requirement for working in the porn industry," opined Tommy. He cast a sidelong glance with a teasing smile to Nia. “Perhaps once I work up the courage, I'll go fuck you in one of the halls around here. See who stumbles onto us. Sounds like you'd like that…"

The only response was a hitch in Nia's breathing, and her tail lashing behind her. He definitely had hit a bullseye on that one, and it made him smile all the wider. If anything, knowing more about what his chubby, slutty raichu enjoyed just meant he could push her buttons all the harder.

“All right, added…anything else, you cute little perv?"

Nia flopped back against him, and started to rub a paw over her cute little cunny. Then, after a moment, she grabbed Tommy's arm and pulled his hand down, stroking one of his fingers across her outer lips as well. For a moment, Tommy thought she was just propositioning him, but then he figured it out.

“Oh, masturbation and fingering?" he asked, before teasing a single finger along the cleft of her pussy, making her tense up and huff with arousal. Amusingly, Tommy noticed she was already slightly damp, so apparently talking and thinking non stop about sex was having quite an effect on her. He added the last two to the list, and hit the next button.

The section here was asking for photographs, preferably glamour shots that would help sell her sensuality. Pausing in his teasing of the electric mouse, he showed her the screen. “We need to get some good teasing shots of you. I have a couple ideas, but I am sure you have some as well. The tablet has a good camera, so, let's find some good poses to show off how sexy you can be to the directors."

Looking around the room quickly, he figured out where to begin. “Okay, how about we start at the desk, like you're the pampered pet of some business man? We can move to the bed as the shots get more tempting and explicit." Giving a “Rai" of approval, Nia hopped off the bed, and moved over to the desk, climbing onto it from the chair.

Moving over, Tommy opened the camera app on the tablet, checking the settings. “Okay, so, I am not a photographer," he announced, “But I do know that if I take enough pictures at least some of them will be good. How about we start out with you looking bored, like you want attention, but your master isn't giving you any." He snorted a laugh. “Arceus knows you use that sort of look on me often enough."

Nia flopped down, and went through a couple poses. She started out standing behind the monitor, and looking out from behind it shyly and cutely. Helping to sell the illusion, Tommy opened a dummy spreadsheet file on the computer. Then, moving around from a couple angles, he took pictures, while offering encouragement to Nia. Tommy had no idea if he was doing well, but he knew Nia was a certainly lovely model.

“Arceus, you're so damn cute and adorable. Let's turn that up a bit before we make it spicy and sexy."

At this point, Tommy decided to use this arms and hands as a bit of a prop for Nia, which made getting the right camera angles difficult, but led to some good shots. First came a shot of Nia on the mouse pad, having pushed the computer mouse out of the way. As she was lying on her stomach, Tommy took a set of shots of a hand reaching for the mouse, but patting her head instead. This was followed by a few shots of her holding his wrist so he couldn't pull his hand away from her head.

After that, he had her lay back across the keyboard, head towards the viewer, giving her best pouty face as she reached towards the camera and viewer. Nia really sold the emotion of the scene, looking absolutely adorable, and incredibly lonely. Despite suggesting parts of the pose to her, Tommy felt himself falling for it, and just wanted to pick her up and cuddle her.

“Okay, from here, we need to start spicing it up, but, well," he paused, sighing, “I am not the best person for thinking of sexy poses. But I'll try my hardest. Maybe we should start with a little oral teasing?"

Moving the keyboard back, he had Nia sit on the edge of the desk, and open her mouth. Once again using himself as a prop, he reached forward and put his hand on her cheek, thumb in her mouth. Nia put up a paw on his arm like she'd pulled him to this position, but focused on the camera with big innocent eyes, the pink of her tongue just visible around Tommy's finger.

“You are too heckin' adorable, I swear. This will melt some hearts." The simulated shutter noise of the tablet clicked rapidly as he took quite a few pictures. “One last mostly innocent one, and then we move to the bed and start on the really naughty ones, okay?"

Nodding her assent Nia followed Tommy's directions to perch at the edge of the desk, like she was about to jump off. Carefully, he used his hands to help pose her. Arch the back a little, look back towards the viewer to make sure their following, and most important, tail high up and out of the way of the shot. This put her golden furred honeypot on full display.

He gave her gentle encouragement to spread her legs, adjusting her look to give her best bedroom eyes right to the camera. Nia really was an excellent model, able to perch as if just about to jump, and to hold the pose so effortlessly. Tommy had to put that thought out of his mind though, along with all the fantasies that screamed to the fore of his mind, with her presenting like that.

Instead, he worked on being the best camera man he could be, and took as many shots as possible hoping that a few of them would be like what he actually saw before him. After adjusting his pants a bit to help his growing hardon have room, he gestured for her to head for the bed. Before leaping off the desk, she stuck her little pink tongue out at him, and teasingly slapped her rump with a paw.

“Keep that up, Nia, and I'll show you how kinky I can be," warned Tommy, teasingly. “I know more of your buttons to push now."

She didn't bother to respond to the threat, instead climbing onto the bed and blowing him a kiss. He managed a few shots of that quickly, but doubted any would turn out well.

“Alright mousie, on your side up against the pillow there. Good, now, leg up, and spread yourself just the tiniest bit, I want a hint of pink here. Perfect. Now, give me that same smirk you always do when you get away with something you shouldn't."

There was a snort of suppressed laughter at that, but Nia recovered quickly, putting on her most mischievous smirk for the camera. Unfortunately, that was when Tommy realized he was out of ideas, and told Nia as much. She gave an exaggerated “chaaa" of frustration and tapped her foot, thinking of poses herself.

After a moment, she seemed to have an idea. “Raichu!" she called, to get his attention. Then she laid down on the bed, head back on the pillows, looking up to the ceiling. One arm was back behind her head, and her other paw was down, spreading herself just enough so that her clit was visible.

Tommy stood up on his tip toes, and had to hold the tablet at an odd angle to get her everything as it should be. But it looked like a classic erotic pin up, with Nia looking up to the viewer, the hint of a smile as she showed herself off. He made sure to get plenty of shots before calling that one, to make sure her hard work wasn't ruined by his lack of photography skills.

“Quality through quantity," Tommy joked, as a warning appeared on the tablet, stating he was quickly filling the onboard storage. “Tablet is complaining, but I have it set at max resolution for these shots. I think that makes it better…anyway, any final ideas?"

Nia smiled at him, a wicked, predatory grin that made his heart flutter. Then she planted herself on all fours, presenting herself towards him, back arched, mouth open in a silent moan of pleasure. For the coupe de grâce, she moved her tail so that the flat end of it was just barely spreading her, giving the most limited glimpse of pink flesh. By now, she was quite well turned on, lending a soft sheen to her cunny as she posed.

Huffing softly, Tommy took as many pictures as he could, as his cock demanded release from his pants and entrance into that raichu. He soothed it with a placating thought that he would get to that, but not until other business was finished first. He kept taking shots until the tablet was almost out of memory, at which point he set it aside to charge, and stripped off his constricting pants.

“Hold that pose darlin', I have a wonderfully nice idea." Digging through the drawer on the nightstand, Tommy went through the various shrink wrapped sex toys until he found what he was looking for: a small butt plug with a jeweled end. Well, probably colored glass, but still pretty. Sitting down behind Nia, he stripped off the wrapping and tossed it into the nearby trash can.

Reaching over, he gave her tail a playful yank, holding it near the base. She let out a surprised, though not unhappy squeak, and he took the plug and started rubbing it along her exposed cunny, starting to coat it in her freely flowing fluids. Running it back and forth along her lips, he spun it slowly, teasing apart her lips, and gently bumping her clit occasionally with the rounded tip of the toy.

The raichu whimpered softly, letting her front half collapse onto the bed, whining softly as she was teased. Tommy took his time, teasing and rubbing the toy along and between her lips, making sure it had an even coating of her fluids. Then, with another teasing tug at her tailbase, he moved the plug up and set it carefully against her tail hole, smearing her with her own lubricant. Then he slowly started to push it in, watching the tapered toy stretch her open.

“RaaAAAaaiIIiii!" Nia moaned out and pushed back against the toy. At least, she tried to, but with Tommy's firm grip on her tail, she couldn't move more than a few millimeters.

“Ah, ah, ah," he chided, holding the toy still, only the very tip stretching her. “We're going to do this at the pace I set. And I am in no hurry. Are we clear?" He punctuated the question by rotating the slick plug slowly, refusing to sink it any deeper. A few weak arcs crackled from Nia's cheeks before she forced herself to relax, whining in need.

“Good girl," Tommy cooed, reapplying pressure to the plug. He pushed it forward a bit, listening to her moan as her hole was forced open, and then it would let it slip back just a little, enjoying her desperate whines and whimpers. Once he reached the midway point, and she was stretched her widest, he stopped for a bit, rotating the toy. It was a shame he didn't have a third hand to finger her with right now.

A few pumps of the toy in and out were met by loud, wavering moans from his pokémon. Despite how close she was though, he doubted his ability to make her cum just from this alone. Deciding this would be enough teasing for now, he gave the final small push for the plug to sink past her twitching ring, and be locked firmly in her ass. When it did so, she let out a small squeak of pleasure, just the jeweled end of the plug now sparkling above her soaked pussy.

Pulling Nia into his lap, he relaxed a bit back onto the bed, trailing a hand down the trembling raichu's chest and stomach, rubbing through her fur. “Good girl," he whispered directly into her ear, “Such a good, good girl, taking the whole toy like that. Your master is very pleased with you. You're such a gorgeous and obedient pokémon."

Sliding his arm down lower, he cupped his hand over the wet mound of her cunny, before starting to rub up and down. Slowly, he placed some pressure on his middle finger, and was surprised when her body let it slip between her lips without resistance. She was even closer than he'd thought! The toying and dominant talk was clearly working well.

Enjoying every moment of this, he cuddled her to him, hugging her with one arm, while moving the other hand quicker, letting his finger slide up and down her cunny, and letting it glide across her clit as he did so. Nia nearly locked up, breath caught in her throat, sparks flickering from her cheeks. It all signaled it was time for the last little bit.

“Go on," encouraged Tommy, whispering so closely that his lips tickled her furry ear, “You've been such a very good girl. Show how much you love me. Go ahead and cum for your master, girl."

The effect was immediate as he felt her whole body tense up as firm as steel, before she absolutely screamed. “RrrraaaiiicccHHHUUUU!!" Losing control completely, she bucked and squirmed in his embrace, pussy milking a phantom cock while her ass clamped down hard around the plug, molding herself against it. Her first few contractions sent squirts of raichu girl cum past his hand, and onto the bed.

As she lost control of her body, so too did she lose control of her ability to control her electric discharge. Arcs of power leapt from her cheeks and danced in the air of the room. Though most found ground in other ways, many passed through Tommy, varying from a soft tingle to a numbing shock. Doing his best to ignore them, he kept up his stimulation to her clit.

Eventually she wore herself out, body going limp, and electric arcs crackling to nothingness. “Good girl," he praised, “Good girl. You came so hard for me. But, we're just getting started." Giving her a bit of time to recover, he blindly groped in the nightstand draw, looking for a good vibrator. The first couple tries netted him some interesting toys, but not what he was looking for. Eventually, however, he did pull out what he wanted: a small battery operated wand vibrator.

While Nia trembled in his lap recovering, he quickly stripped the wrapper from the toy and tossed it into the trash can. Then he picked her up from his lap, and sat her back down so now she straddled the top of his cock, rather than having it pressed to her back. Rubbing over her soft, chubby body, he waited for her to recover a bit longer.

“You're so fucking gorgeous, Nia. And you're so soft everywhere. You are the best raichu in the world, no doubt about it."

Once her breathing stabilized, he gave her another hug from behind. “Let's pick up where we left off. Your master wants to see you cum some more." Moving left hand down, he rubbed it down her pouting, open lips and slowly buried his middle finger into her. Despite being pressed on all sides by her tight flesh, her incredible wetness let him move his digit without almost any resistance.

In moments, the raichu was panting and whimpering again, squeezing her vaginal muscles around his finger. He pumped it in and out a few times, then crooked his finger as much as he could, dragging the tip all along the ceiling of her cunny. The response was immediate, as she squeaked and clamped down against him. When he found a particularly sensitive spot, he alternated his thrusting with rubbing his finger tip in a small circle against her sensitive flesh.

Of course, the goal here was to let her experience some wonderful toys, and even more so, some non-stop forced orgasms. With his right hand, he took the wand, and placed the bulbous end down across the top of her mound, flicking it into it's lowest setting. Gasping in surprise, Nia let out a jolt of current.

A jolt, which just happened to hit the vibrator rather than Tommy.

Overcharged for a brief moment, the wand buzzed like a hundred angry beedrill trapped in a barrel. Her moan quickly turned into a loud, echoing moan of pleasure. Once the charge subsided, the toy returned to its weaker buzzing, and Tommy marveled that someone must have designed this with pokémon –or at least electric types – in mind.

“Uh oh," Tommy teased, “Naughty girl. Looks like if you lose control, the toy will go wild. Time for some self-control training, I think. Of course, if you fail, we might end up paralyzed for a while, with that vibrator shaking itself to pieces against you."

In response, all Nia could really do is let out a whining “chuuu" and clamp her paws over her cheeks, as if that would somehow stymie the current. With a smile, Tommy returned to his teasing, rubbing mercilessly at the sensitive spot he had found before, while pushing the vibrator down to rest on her clit. And then he flicked up the intensity setting.

Gasping, Nia bucked her hips against him, weak sparks falling from her cheeks as she clenched her teeth. He started working his finger quicker, turning up the vibrator every few seconds. In mere moments, it felt like Nia herself was vibrating, trying to retain control as she was so intensely pleasured.

While the sight was rather arousing to Tommy, he did feel a little guilty at how hard she was holding back. He filed away a mental note to have her drain her charge at a shock station before he played with her roughly again. He pressed in, pumping his digit quickly into her quivering quim as he rubbed the bulbous head of the vibrator over and around her little clit.

It ended up being all that was needed to send her over the edge. “Chhhaaaaaaa," moaned the raichu as her body locked up again, before shuddering into blissful climax. Bucking and thrashing in his arms, she was rocked by full body contractions, clamping down on his finger to the point where he could barely move it. She sprayed a hefty gush of raichu juice over his hand, his cock, and the bed below them. He could feel her wetness dripping down his balls, she had cum so hard.

This time, her current came out in a more controlled burst, one long surge that lit Tommy's nerves up like a set of christmas lights. He could feel the tingle and buzz along his whole body as she came, and it was difficult to remain focused. Still, the discharge was well short of being truly painful, so she had managed quite well in controlling herself.

Tossing the vibrator aside, Tommy cupped his hand over Nia's quim, hugging her trembling body close to his chest. She was absolutely wonderful for cuddling, just the right size, wonderfully chubby and oh so very soft. But as much as he could appreciate the non-carnal characteristics of his beloved pokémon, right now his aching cock was at the forefront of his mind. Combined with the absolutely drenched female raichu in his lap, there could be only one course of action from here.

“Alright my obedient little girl," he huffed, moving his arms to lift her up. “This has been fun, but your master is hard and horny and it's time for you to be a good girl and get bred."

When he started to lift her though, she surprised him by grabbing his chin, and pulling his mouth to hers for a deep kiss. Panting hard and fast, she slipped her tongue into his mouth, running along his wherever she could reach. Rather that break the kiss early, he simply held her, returning the kiss, letting his tongue explore her small muzzle as well.

When she finally broke the kiss, he pulled her up and around to face him. Now the very tips of her furry paws rested on his thighs, as his throbbing cock pressed eagerly against her entrance.

“Is my sweet little girl ready for me to breed her like the proper poké slut she is?" At those sweetly cooed words, Nia looked up, locking her eyes with Tommy's and letting out a quiet “Chu" of assent.

Using a hand to keep his cock aimed correctly, he let Nia lower herself at her own pace. As the head of his cock spread her pink flesh, she let out a long moan. Letting out his own hiss of pleasure, Tommy reveled in the sensations. Her insides seemed to tightly seal around his cock, like a latex sheath, smooth and hugging closely to his shape as if made for him and him alone.

“Yesssssss… Good girl, very good girl."

It felt so right for him, to have this lovely pokémon in his lap, and on his cock. To feel her heartbeat through her chest and her gripping cunny. Her softness against him was shamefully luxurious and he exulted in it. This closeness, warmth and intimacy made him love her all the more.

Yet, even all this did not long quiet the howling beast in his mind demanding he rut and breed her.

Carefully, he drew her up and off his cock, until only his tip remained nestled at her entrance. Then he thrust his hips up, while pulling her down on him, the juices of her pussy overflowing and running down over his balls to soak the bed. Nia moaned ceaselessly, using her feet to help set the rhythm, keeping her paws on his arms to steady herself.

Quickly, he picked up the pace as much as he could; though by their very nature, such long thrusts took longer than his body wished to wait. Before long, he had her pressed to his lap, hammering into her with short quick thrusts, buried enough to feel the very deepest depths of her body. Holding her close, he could feel her clit sliding against him with every small movement.

She was squeezing so hard around him, that Tommy could swear he could feel the plug inside her, filling her tail hole, through the walls of her flesh. Squirming, gasping, Nia fought to hold back her third orgasm, but it was a losing battle. Finally, Tommy gave a final hard thrust, the tip of his cock bouncing off her deepest barrier.

“Oh, Niiiaaaa!" It had sounded less desperate in his mind, but that's what it was, the desperation to breed his partner, to finally let loose.

“Raiiiichuuu!!!"

Cradling her against him, he could feel every seizing contraction in his body as it fought to breed a fertile female. In less than a second, his cock surged, bloating and painting the inside of her with surging blasts of cum, some of it managing to travel further and deeper into her than his cock had managed.

As thick jets of spunk bathed the interior of her cunny, Nia locked up rigid, before her muscles clamped down all around Tommy's length, greedily milking him for every last drop of virility his body had to offer. What charge remained in her flared out in random pulses, sometimes small sparks, other times crackling arcs. It lacked the fury of her full force though, so Tommy just endured it, focused more on the heavenly pleasure in his loins.

The combined orgasm seemed to last a full minute, and it was another minute or two beyond that before Tommy could put his brain in order to think. The main things that drew him back to reality was the weight of Nia's body against him, and the feeling of their combined sexual fluids dripping down his cock and over his balls.

Panting for breath, Tommy stood up, carefully cradling Nia in his arms. Gritting his teeth against the overstimulation of his own flesh, he gently lifted her free of his cock, and laid her on the bed.

Nia lay limp on her side, eyes unfocused and staring into the middle distance, cum dripping from her thoroughly used pussy, her leg weakly kicking and twitching from time to time. Her tail did likewise, only occasionally moving, and seeming to be randomly directed without any conscious thought or control.

Watching her there, Tommy finally understood what the phrase “fucked silly" really meant. The aftermath of their lovemaking had left his raichu looking thoroughly debased, so he grabbed the tablet from the nightstand and quickly filled what little memory was left with pictures of Nia's well fucked form.

Tommy staggered to the bathroom to clean himself up with, and once he wasn't dripping all along his path back to the bed, he returned to Nia with a few cleaning cloths as well. Carefully, he knelt down, and reached back, taking hold of the end of the plug under her tail.

Unsure if it would be better to pull it out quickly or slowly, he opted to go slow, tugging the toy until it slowly stretched her wider and wider, before sliding out suddenly with a pop. As it did so, Nia shivered and moaned again, squirting yet more of her own – and now Tommy's as well – cum onto the bed. Even with her holes still gaping, unable to fully tighten up again, her eyes closed and her breathing slowed as she fell asleep.

As gently as he could, Tommy cleaned her up a bit, and then picked her up, and moved her to the unsoiled side of the bed, covering her with a blanket. Feeling tiredness pull at him, he fought it off, grabbing the soda still nearby and draining it in three gulps. It was well warm by now, but the sugar and caffeine did what he needed them to.

Pulling his underwear back on at the very least, he stretched, still feeling very taut in places. Then he grabbed the tablet, and walked over to the desk, docking it as he sat and brought up the mountain of pictures he had taken.

He was sure he could pull a few good ones out for Nia's application. And no matter how poor his skills were, he was certain that the last two photos – of her spreading herself with her tail, and her fucked into oblivion – would both well interest whoever at Violet Enterprises decided if a pokémon was worth putting on camera.