Poképhilia Story

Love Has no Bounds

Embracing One More Year

By J.C. Solis

The alarm on Justin's bedside drawer blared with an ear-piercing wail, marking the arrival of another rough morning with little rest. It was barely a week since Spring had arrived, and so too did an increase in his workload at his job, as well as an increase in his allergies. He was thankful that the weather had decided to warm up, and the snow was melting too, making the days and nights not so frigid. It was currently 6:30 AM, and this morning was especially hard to wake up. He’d been suffering from Insomnia for the past couple weeks, which meant that he'd often be up late into the night, struggling to find a good night's rest. He was thankful for his Pokémon partner using Hypnosis on him, but even still it sometimes took a while for the effect to take a hold.

Lillia tried her best, however. The Gardevoir was nothing if not persistent, using her psychic powers to help her trainer at least get a decent amount of shut eye. She was glad that her moves were able to put her trainer to sleep, and once asleep he stayed asleep. The only complaints were of the quality, as he'd sometimes have nightmares which would wake him—though Lillia would put him back to sleep.

Justin extended out his arm and slammed his hand onto the alarm, groaning a little as he begrudgingly got out of bed. His eyes felt heavy as he went to get prepared. He got some sleep last night, thanks to Lillia's Hypnosis sleep aid. But the toll of previous days was evident, though he always had a piping hot cup of coffee to help him start the day, as well as any other stimulants like candies. Besides, in a few more days he would have something to feel happy about:

March 27th was his birthday, and already his family was getting ready to give him a party that was to remember. But today, March 24th, was rather a day he wished to forget.

Lillia at last stirred from bed as Justin was getting dressed. She was usually already awake well before Justin was, but this time the Gardevoir decided to sleep in. The engineer, meanwhile, put on a pair of black dress slacks as he fumbled to get his feet through the pant legs. His torso was still bare, and while the top half was naked one could see just how powerful the man looked.

Though he was overweight and somewhat obese, his body was still rippling with strength. Underneath the layers were huge muscles that could carry incredibly heavy weights and needed little effort to move even weighty objects. He could dead-lift almost 350 pounds and bench press around 250 pounds, all while being able to curl dumbbells at 50 pounds each. Justin was an absolute powerhouse, and it is no surprise given his enormous, strong build, making him a great powerlifter.

Lillia, on the other hand, was more of an endurance runner than a weight lifter. She was fast and agile, and it showed whenever she took part in a battle. She could do laps around her opponent and avoid getting hit. Being a part-Psychic type, she'd use her powers to attack rather than her own physical strength.

Justin put on a white t-shirt and then a white button-down shirt which he then tucked into his pants. Last came a his suit jacket made out of fine Galarian wool that was quite warm. He was ready to start the day, though he noticed Lillia was still laying down on bed.

"You like staying in bed there, Lillia?" joked Justin.

And with that, Lillia let out a yawn. "No. It's not that. I've just been up monitoring your sleep. Why didn't you tell me to put you back to sleep when you woke up last night? I sensed you were struggling to sleep, but I wanted you to say something."

"So, you were watching me sleep all night? Doesn't that sound kinda creepy to you, Lillia?"

"I just wanted to see you get a good night's sleep, Mast- er, I mean Justin," defended the Gardevoir. "You've been having insomnia these past few weeks. I think they've started occurring ever since your grandfather passed."

At mentioning his grandfather, Justin began feeling solemn. It still wasn't long since the funeral took place, and he was still in mourning. Though he felt much better after Valentine's Day, after they declared their love and had sex, he was still in deep reflection. He knew that it would take a while to run its course. Grief was not always easy to handle, let alone get rid of. And that grief was what caused him to be interned at a Mental Asylum for twelve days to monitor him when he accidentally overdosed on his medicine. He still lamented what had happened and didn't mean to cause his family and friends worry.

But another problem was arising from the fallout that came from the funeral and the admittance to the mental hospital. Justin's mental health had declined, and his nerves were fraying. Though his time spent with Lillia served as a buffer, it started to affect him at work and at home. Even his friends were noticing it, and they were wondering how to help.

His friend Jason was especially worried about him suffering from depression and hopelessness. He was always worried about his best bro. He knew that Justin was still in mourning and would need time.

But Justin had already faced the Abyss, and Lillia would be there to make sure that he was never alone whenever his mind would try to take control over him again.

With his clothes on, Justin sprayed a bit of cologne and got his laptop bag while Lillia finished tending the bed. The two headed out of the room and for the kitchen, where already the smell of cooking came wafting. He came down and saw Pastor Solis reading a newspaper article while Mother Mary was cooking in front of a stove. The Handy Helpers—Jax the Riolu, Sylvia the Sylveon, and Spooks the Duskull—were helping Mary cook, serve, and bring her the necessary ingredients to cook. Jax brought a plate of food over to the Pastor, Sylvia brought a cup of warm coffee with her feelers, and Spooks handed the man a container of sugar—the Pastor only liked a little sugar in his coffee, without cream.

Justin and Lillia sat at the table and waited to be served. Mary was preparing their plates, all while Sylvia handed him a cup of warm coffee and Spooks brought a bottle of cold dairy creamer; Justin, in contrast to his dad, did like creamer in his coffee. While adding the cream and sugar to his coffee, his father put down the newspaper as he addressed his son.

"How'd you sleep last night, champ?" asked Pastor Solis, hoping his son slept well.

"I guess it was okay, Dad," replied Justin. "I didn’t wake up too much, though the quality wasn't all that good."

"Are you sure that you should be drinking coffee, knowing your condition, Justin?" chastised Mary, trying to drive a point. "For all I know the caffeine from you drink is what is keeping you up at night. I keep telling you to drink decaf, like the one I drink."

"Coffee isn't coffee if it doesn't give you a buzz, Mom," retorted Justin as he felt rather annoyed. "Besides, I still get a bad night of sleep even when I don't drink anything caffeinated in the day."

"Just let him drink, Mary," said Pastor Solis. "If his sleep is as bad as it is, then it won't help for him to be going to work groggy and tired."

Mary handed Justin's plate to Jax, and the little Riolu took it to him. Justin got his plate and immediately began eating the eggs, sausage, and hash-browns. He was a bit hungry, and he didn't want to waste a moment so that he could drive on out to work. Lillia got her plate of food too, along with a cup of decaffeinated coffee; she, for one, didn't want the buzz. All the while, Jax, Sylvia and Spooks looked pleased as the family ate. The three could sense the emotions and emanations from the family, though the one who was giving off negative aura was the young man in the suit. His negative energy was quite a powerful sensation that even his own family should be able to feel as well.

The three Handy Helpers looked at each other worriedly at seeing Justin's aura. Though he was eating well and taking good sips from his mug of coffee, they could tell that something was off. Of course, Justin wasn't known for having a cheery demeanor or a normally happy gait, but today's negativity was stronger. But in the end, the three helpers knew that there was little they could do. He, himself, would have to accept their help for them to do something, and currently the man just wanted everyone to butt off.

"What're your plans today, Dad?" asked Justin, hoping to start to small talk.

"Well, I've got a meeting with the Lakeshire Town City Council today, and you know how much I love pointless politics," said the Pastor with sarcasm and a good chuckle. "Honestly, give a me a day of working on paperwork than with the Delibird-brained people who work in the council."

"I still say that you ought to run for mayor this summer, Dad," Justin encouraged. "You could put the council in their place and get their heads out of their fucking asses for all I know."

"Language, dear," warned Mother Mary, not liking curse words in her kitchen.

"You know I don't want to deal with politics all that much, Justin," explained the Pastor. "You and the whole congregation want me to run next election time, but I've got enough on my plate as is."

"I think you'd make a fine mayor, Honey," responded Mary. "I think you'd do a wonderful job. I know for a fact that the people already trust you. Besides, the church is already running smoothly thanks to you and all you're doing. Think about how the town will be under you!"

Pastor Solis only grumbled. He'd have to think about this more, though the thought of him helping the community further was a nice one. Then again, he wondered how the Church would go on without him. He didn't feel all too comfortable abandoning his role as church organizer and leader, the church organization likely to just replace him with another person – albeit, with someone who was perhaps not as empathetic and forthcoming as him. He dreaded the thought of having someone like Father Matthew Grint at his pulpit.

Justin, on the other hand, felt his father would do a nice job as Lakeshire Town's major. He was an avid community member and enjoyed helping people. He was one of the most trusted members of town, and people all over looked up to him. Whenever he'd walk down the street, people always waved and greeted him. He was a man who was loved and inspired love, and his son hoped to be just like him, to be a man of values and integrity—who the whole community would enjoy the company of. He was proud to have such a wonderful Dad, and he honestly cherished him.

But Justin also knew that his Dad was under terrible amounts of stress. The topic of Poképhilia was constant, and it only caused more problems. It was pervasive, with people in town were gossiping all about it. People even wondered who among them were Poképhiles. Rumor spreading was rampant, and the people were on edge. And worst of all was the treatment of those who were discovered. These people were often publicly shamed, and the treatment would range from either looking at them curiously to showing absolute scorn. And people like Father Matthew Grint were out there spreading foul and hateful gospel about the sin that these people were committing.

It all looked like society was coming apart, and who knew if there was going to be another player to bring further chaos. For sure there were plenty of people out there who'd want to take advantage of things. There are people who simply want to see the whole world burn.

Justin knew that his Dad was going to be forced to pick a side. Pastor Cristian didn't hate Poképhiles or have some sort of vendetta against them. He knew a few of them personally, in fact, and they were all grateful for his presence. He didn't judge them for their acts. He treated them like regular people. But choosing their side would mean alienating a good size of his conservative congregation. But then again, choosing the Anti-Poképhilia side would mean betraying his personal values and the people he came to know. He wouldn't dare abandon people in need, but the situation was getting tense.

All the Pastor wanted was for people to love one another, no matter what their beliefs or practices were. All he wanted was peace in town and all over the world. To him “Love Has No Bounds”, and he didn't want these petty debates and arguments to fester. It was best to just let this go.

Justin and Lillia finished their plates of food and drank their coffee. With the conversations over, they said goodbye to the Pastor and Mary and went for the garage, where Justin's stallion was waiting for him. The black and silver Shelby Mustang GT500 was waiting, and the 760-horsepower vehicle was waiting to come alive. Justin liked driving this car, and the sound of the vehicle's massive supercharger was intoxicating. Though it tended to use a ton of gas, this powerful car was incredibly fast and agile, and it was the engineer's pride and joy. Despite this, Lillia was not too fond of it, not liking both the noise and the speed of the car, as she feared that he would lose control and crash.

So far, that has yet to happen.

The two got into the car while the garage door automatically opened. They drove off and went for Justin's work, with about one hour to get there. The drive was rather quaint and uneventful, with Justin only nudging the throttle a little bit to and driving slowly. Other cars seemed trivial compared to his, and there was even a show car with a ton of mods pull up next to Justin's car, with the music blasting loud and the driver looking like a hoodlum. The hoodlum revved his engine, perhaps as a way of saying that he too had a sweet car to be envious off, despite it being an old Toyota Corolla with a ton of aftermarket mods that did little in actual performance. On the green light, the Corolla sped off with its exhaust roaring despite only going 20 miles an hour.

Justin decided to let the little car have its dignity. It wasn't worth showing who had the better pair and risk getting a ticket for doing something rash like speeding or reckless driving.

But one thing that caught Justin's attention was something that he had been seeing more of recently. There were protests out in the streets, as usual between Poképhiles and their Pokémon versus the Anti-Poképhilia Crusaders and their own Pokémon. The Poképhiles lifted up signs that said everything from "Free Love" and "We are NOT a Taboo" while the Crusaders had signs that said, "A Sin against Arceus" and "The Worst of all Taboos". The protests were getting out of hand, so much so that they were blocking traffic. But the Crusaders side was a bit larger and had plenty of angry people in their ranks.

Justin just stared at the protesters as he was stuck in the middle of the street. He wondered how the Crusaders would think if they found out the son of the Church's pastor, was a Poképhile. For sure it would bring shame on his family and hurt his father's reputation. He wondered how it would feel to get berated by people like Father Grint and the Crusaders, for people to look at him funny whenever he’d go. He'd end up like his co-worker, James Pitch, who was shamed into depression. He even tried his best to hide from his co-workers and not draw further attention, though when he confided in Justin about leaving work due to the stigma, Justin told him to stay strong and not feel too downtrodden and guilty.

But things would go too far with these protests.

Glass bottles with flaming rags was thrown at the Poképhiles. No one saw who threw them, only that the glass bottles had liquid inside. Upon hitting the ground, the Molotov Cocktails exploded with a burst of fire spreading all over the place. People and Pokémon were engulfed in flames. Screams filled the air as the attack took it's rabid tone. The pain of the screaming Poképhiles filled the air as people came to rush to their aid. Many of the crusaders went silent, their faces shocked at what one of their own had done. The rescuers tried to put out the fires that were burning the victims.

Justin and Lillia looked at the flaming people on the floor as they tried to put themselves out, with shock completely filling their faces. Hatred had gone too far. This was the scorn and bile revealed.

But the Engineer was not going to allow this madness to carry on.

Justin, without wasting a moment, turned off his car and immediately got out to rush to the burned victims. He pulled out his phone and immediately called the police and requested the paramedics. He took off his suit jacket and used it to stop the fire on one man who was on the floor ablaze. He tried his absolute best to put out the fire, hoping to save the man from the rage of the crusaders. The man seemed was closest to the Molotov Cocktails when they exploded. Large parts of his clothes had burned off, and exposed skin was charred and burned.

Rage filled Justin's heart as he put the man out. He turned around to face the crusaders. His face was full of venom and abhorrence, a justified fury that wanted justice. His depression and sleeplessness faded away, and he was going to let the other side hear his words as though they were the words that came from the mouth of an angry god.

"YOU MONSTERS!!!" he bellowed with fury. "Which one of you threw those bottles?!! Which one of you attacked a bunch of innocent people, just because you don't agree with what they do?!? They didn't deserve this, and if you agree with this then you deserve your spot in darkest pits of Hell!!!"

The crusaders went silent as the Pastor’s son raged with indignation. The sound of police and ambulance sirens were heard, some of the people fleeing as they heard the sirens. All the while, Justin turned around to tend to the burned man, the man's face that of agony as he suffered his burns. Justin did his best to keep the man alive and ordered Lillia to use Healing Pulse to alleviate the man's pain.

He'd do his best to give as much information to the police as possible and hopefully track down those who threw the bottles, the ones who’d wish to cause harm. He didn't care if he’d be late for work. He didn't care if people were to somehow find out then and there that he was a Poképhile. No side won this argument, and the consequences were clearly seen among the burned and charred people on the floor. And as people had taken out their cameras, recording everything, including Justin’s ire, it was clear that things had gone too far.

This was the ugly side of hate. This was the true face of hatred, and everyone knew things had gone too far. Hatred had gone too far...

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Four Hours Later

Justin and Lillia walked into the blueprint room at work, their faces tired and their nerves frayed. Justin's jacket was missing, though it was too burned for him to take inside his workplace. He wondered if the news of what had happened had already reach his co-workers. He wondered if they already knew his part in the riot, and of the heinous attack on the Poképhiles from the Crusaders. Though he figured that word would spread fast, he also thought that news would not spread so quickly. He was four hours late to work, and that was due in part to the police interviewing him so they could get his eye witness testimony. Perhaps the news had arrived among the engineers.

But when Justin arrived into blueprint hall, it seemed that the latter was true. The employees, including Jason, rushed on over to greet Justin. Everyone in the room had heard what occurred. And they were bombarding him with questions, hoping to hear his side of the attack.

"Fucking hell, Justin, what happened out there?" said Jason with little minced words.

"A tragedy, that's what happened, Jason bro," replied Justin.

"The news is blowing up with what happened out there. That was messed up," said a man from among the crowd.

"Fucked up is more like it, Carl," replied Justin.

"Yeah, Justin, I heard that a bomb blew up and burned people pretty bad. Is that all true or are the news reporters just lying," said a blonde-haired woman in business casual.

"It was actually more like a Molotov Cocktails, Lisa, but other than that the news weren't lying. I saw it all go down, and it was damned horrific." Justin shook his head in disbelief, as though it was hard for him to believe what he saw despite being there in person.

But one man who was still too hesitant to come forward was James Pitch, this time with his Pokémon partner, Misha the Leavanny. He seemed rather tense about coming forward, though he had done little to warrant him attention.

But Justin saw this, and so he called James over to come and give his opinion on what had happened. It was about time to make something clear to everyone in the room.

"What do you think about what happened to the Poképhiles, James?" asked Justin so that everyone could hear. "I know you're one, but do you think this is fair as to what had happened?"

James was at a loss of words. He didn't like being on blast like this. But deep down, he wanted to tell the truth. He wanted to speak his heart and so let the people in the room hear his opinion.

"I... I think what had happened was... was just horrible," he finally said.

"Damn right it is," said Justin as he prepared to be the voice of reason. "I don't care if these people are committing a taboo. They didn't deserve what happened. Poképhiles aren't bad people to be treated like that, and they don't deserve to have something like this happen to them. I don't care if a person is romantic with their Pokémon or not. When violence like this happens, that's when things have gone too far. And I don’t want to see any more of this hostility here, and much less hear people agree with this kind of monstrosity. I won’t have it!"

The people in the room felt ashamed, awakened by Justin’s speech. A good portion of them had formed negative opinions on Poképhiles, including James. What had occurred today was proof that the backlash on Poképhilia was flawed. The Poképhiles were peacefully protesting their rights. They wanted to show that they were not freaks. They wanted to show that they were still people. And like people, they still had feelings. James was one of those people, and though he had special feelings for his Leavanny, he was still a regular guy. He cared for his Pokémon and wanted her to be happy with him.

Justin had purposefully called on James to give his opinion to end the hate within the workplace once and for all. He was tired of Poképhiles getting mistreated. He was tired of the protests. He was tired of the mania that was going on at work and the gossiping behind people's backs. He wanted end the discrimination, hopefully for good. And it seemed that people were getting the message, with everyone returning to their desks with a change of heart. There was much that they had to think about.

James was the last to return to his desk. But first, He and Misha looked at Justin with a smile on their faces. They were happy to know of someone who would stand up for them.

"Thank you, Justin," he said with gratitude. "Thank you for standing up for people like me."

"No problem, James," replied the Pastor's son, standing tall as smiled at the man he protected.

And with that, peace returned to the workplace. Justin and Lillia were the only ones still standing, and their stance on the issue was now known. To this, Jason got off of his computer desk and went up to Justin, lifting his hand up to give a High-Five. The Pastor's Son obliged, slapping his friend's hand as the other man smiled at the little lecture that Justin gave.

"That was awesome, bro," Jason beamed. "I'm glad that you gave that little speech. Hopefully, things will start to get a little less tense around here."

"I hope so." But with the high that came from tension diminishing, Justin's other feeling came surging in. His depression, which he had managed to shove aside, was making a comeback. "Listen... I've been pretty depressed these days. Things have been getting hard, and I still feel bad over my grandpa's death. I was able to push things aside today with what happened and all, but..."

"Just try to cheer yourself up, buddy," smiled Jason. "Your friggin birthday's coming up in a few more days. I'd say just relax, enjoy yourself, and get ready to pig out and party. I know for sure I'll be cooking up a rack of ribs for you to chow on."

"Thanks, man."

And with that, the two men went back to their desks. The day was still ahead of them, and there was a lot to get done with their current project with PokéBalls.

But quitting time came sooner than expected. The clock hit 3:00 in the afternoon, and with that the day was done. Justin was already stepping out of work with Lillia when Jason and his Blaziken Camilla came over to chat for a bit more. There was much to plan ahead for Justin's birthday, though the man would say that he didn't want anything too special. He just wanted to be with his family and friends. He just wanted to be with those close to him.

And so, Justin and Lillia climbed into the silver and black sports car once more, the sound of the V8 engine coming to life once more, with the engine rumbling with sheer power. The car rumbled out of the Pokéball Plant parking lot and onto the forest road, where the V8 roared loudly as Justin put the pedal to the metal as soon as he had space. For sure, driving a powerful muscle car was quite stress relieving for the man, though the intensity of the car was too much for Lillia as she clutched the safety handle with all her might. Each person handled the car's power differently.

But as Justin came upon the usual residential area of his drive, the same one where the fire incident occurred, he noticed a man standing alone in the middle of street. Justin stopped, wondering what he was doing and why he kept blocking the road. He was getting rather irate, wondering what the problem with the man was. He wore an all-black attire, and his face was shrouded in a hood and made it impossible to identify him. He was tall and lanky, though he didn't look like he was harmless. To the contrary, the man looked like he had an agenda, and this started to make Justin nervous. He honked the horn at the man, hoping to get him off to the side, and hopefully soon since two cars came up from behind Justin and were waiting patiently for him to move on.

When all else failed, He opened his car window and stuck his head out, hoping to tell the man in a more kindly manner to get out of the way.

"Hey buddy, you're blocking traffic. I got a car or two behind me, so do you mind?"

The man stayed silent.

"Buddy! I've got two cars behind me. I need you to move out of the way, now," said Justin, this time with more authority.

The man only stood there further. All the while, four more black clad people appeared from the sides of the road, from bushes and from behind houses, and walked towards the sports car. Justin felt that things were getting serious. He looked at Lillia, and the two didn't know what to do. Against their better judgement, the man and his Gardevoir got out of the car. The cars behind him now began to honk, though there was nothing that anybody could do with the people on the road.

"What's your problem, buddy?" said Justin in a rather exasperated tone. "What do you all want?"

The man stood there quietly as he looked at Justin and Lillia. But he wouldn't stay silent for long.

"All those who support Poképhilia will burn," said the man in a loud voice. "Those who follow this taboo will face tribulation. And those who support them shall join them in their pain."

Justin didn't know what to think from this other than it was a mistake for him to have got out of the car. He felt that a fight was coming and that he and Lillia would have to crack some skulls. He didn't like brawls and battles unless they were Pokémon battles for some event. He knew how to throw a punch if need be, and Lillia certainly could use her powers to fend them off. But the two were hoping that things wouldn't come to violence.

But one thing that made Justin reel was what the cloaked man said. He was irked by this blatant and callous quote, and he wanted to let the man hear a piece of his mind.

"Do you support what happened earlier then?" challenged Justin. "Do you like it to have people burned for the sake of hatred and spite?"

The man looked at Justin with a venomous gait from behind his darkened hood.

"Not only do I support it... I ordered it."

Justin froze as he looked at the man with chills going up his spine. He realized just how much danger he was in, though he also felt a billowing anger rise up his gullet. The man in front of him caused the horrible burns on the protesters, seeming to have some sort of agenda. Justin knew he was in trouble, but he also couldn't run away. He needed to know the truth. He needed to know the reason behind why this man had ordered such a heinous thing.

"Why..." Justin looked at the man with both disgust and fear. "Why did you do that? Is it really that bad in your eyes that you'd resort to violence?"

"Violence is the only option remaining. Soon, the world will go into chaos at the hands of those who commit the taboo. I am hoping to stop the taboo before more sacrilege is committed."

"But that's so counterintuitive! You'd use violence to stop violence?"

"Not violence. Fear. Only through intimidation will the world see the error of its ways," the shrouded men then straightened his posture as he looked intently at Justin. "And for that, some examples will have to be made."

Lillia went ahead of Justin in order to protect him. She wasn't going to let these men do whatever dastardly deed they were planning on her trainer.

"If you plan on hurting my trainer, then you'll have to go through me," she said in a clear English for the shrouded man to hear.

"So, you've committed sacrilege as well," said the man, realizing that the two in front of him were Poképhiles. "So be it. You'll both be shown the errors of your way."

And with that, the shrouded man and his followers threw out a Pokéball, releasing a Malamar, Dusknoir, Houndoom, Hypno, and a Hydreigon from the leader. All of these Pokémon looking rather powerful, and some were even Super Effective against Lillia. Lillia was outnumbered five to one, and for as strong as she was she wouldn't be able to take out all of the Pokémon at once even with her most powerful moves. The five Pokémon advanced towards her, hoping to inflict some serious damage on her and her trainer.

"This doesn't look good, Lillia," said Justin as Lillia back-up right to his front.

And at that, the Pokémon began to charge a move each. They were all getting ready to lob a move at Justin and Lillia. Behind them people were already gathering and witnessing the event occur, with some of them using their phones to video record what was happening. For sure this would serve as evidence for the police, though it remained to be seen whether Justin and Lillia would get through this in one piece. For now, the two prepared to be hit by the incoming moves as soon as they were charged.

But suddenly, a black figure rose from the ground and faced the five Pokémon and their trainers. It was in the form of a Darkrai, and the Pokémon outstretched its right arm and built up a sinister aura around it. Before the moves could be launched, the Darkrai sent out a black pulse from its hand, hitting the other Pokémon and cancelling their moves, putting them to sleep as the Dark Void move sent the Pokémon to slumber within a horrid nightmare. With this, all of the Pokémon began to suffer damage as the move caused them to get hurt over time. Before their Pokémon could faint, the five shrouded attackers returned recalled them to their PokéBalls, knowing they were up against a Mighty Pokémon.

Justin and Lillia breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that their savior had single-handedly taken down five Pokémon that would have been exceedingly difficult for Lillia to fight alone. Luke, the Darkrai partner of Justin’s late grandfather, came to save the day in the nick of time.

"Whew! Thanks for the save, Luke," sighed Justin at the close encounter.

"Thank you for saving us, Luke," added Lillia. "I don't think I could've taken on those five all by myself."

Luke turned and nodded at the two. "I noticed these five cretins skulking around here, and I began to wonder whether or not they were going to cause any trouble. I've been searching for the people responsible for the incident earlier today, and I have been hoping to catch them again in the act. It seems that my patience has come true."

The five shrouded figures looked at the Darkrai and his friends with scorn. Their plans have been foiled, for now at least, and there was no way they could fight such a powerful Pokémon by themselves. For now they planned to escape, especially with the sound of police sirens heard off in the distance. But as the leader pulled out what appeared to be a smoke bomb, He gave one final warning to the Pastor's son.

"It seems that we'll have to beat a hasty retreat. But before we leave, know this very well, Solis. What you and those who you support are doing is shameful in the eyes of Arceus, and it must be punished. Beware, for we are always around the corner, searching for Poképhiles for whom to try to convince of the error of their ways. This is the our mantra... the Mantra of Team Shroud.

“May Darkness Shroud the World!”

And with that the leader of the so-called "Team Shroud" threw down the smoke grenade, and the entire area began to fill with a dense cloud of smoke. The smoke made Justin's eyes water, and the smoke was so dense that it even blocked a little bit of the sun's light. But soon the smoke cleared and once clear the five members of this brand-new criminal enterprise were gone. The police arrived and immediately began to secure the scene, with some of them either having their Pokémon partners like Arcanine and Luxray or had a firearm in their hands.

The most senior looking officer among them, looking like a man in a detective outfit, came up to Justin, approaching with a Lucario right next to him. The Detective was tall and well built, though he also looked rather gruff considering how young he also looked.

"Justin Solis? Is this you?" asked the man. Justin just nodded his head. "Good, good. I'd like to ask you some questions as to what just happened. We got word that there was another incident happening around here, and so we came here as quickly as we could to try and catch the criminals in the act."

"Well, you guys came a little too late," responded Justin. "Luke here sent those goons packing. Me and my Pokémon were hassled by these five goons, and they sicked their Pokémon on us and were about to launch their attacks when Luke here saved us in the nick of time."

"Well, I want to ask you about everything that you know, Justin," said the Detective. "I know that you and your Pokémon have been through a lot right now, but your information can help bring these people to justice. I have reason to believe that these people may have been responsible for the Molotov cocktail incident earlier."

And so, Justin gave the Detective as much information as he could give. He mentioned everything from finding the leader of the group in the middle of the street, the appearance of the people and their body shapes, and any other features he could remember. He told of how the leader confessed to having started the fire incident earlier, that he had orchestrated the attack. He even gave a clear description of the Pokémon that they had, which were all rather rare Pokémon to find out in the wild or even raise in the Daegar Region. The detective remained dedicated to his work and with a stern face, but even he could not hold back his true feelings. When Justin gave further details about the confrontation the Detective made occasional faces of anger and showed tinges of that anger from occasion. When the interview was over the Engineer had given the detective information on everything he knew and experienced. Justin tried his hardest to recall everything, and he hoped that that was enough.

"So these criminals identified themselves as Team Shroud then," recounted the Detective. Justin nodded. "Well, if this is all you know, then I won't keep you. I'll tell the other officers to let you go, so you can leave right now." But then, the Detective's face turned grave. "But I recommend that you keep a vigilant watch from now on. From what I gathered, these people seem to know who you are and your routines, which is why they were able to stop you. Try to remain vigilant in case they decide to come after you again, and in case you feel you're in danger call the police."

"Thank you, Detective," replied Justin. "By the way, what's your name?"

The Detective smiled. "The name's Lombardy. Detective Jacob Lombardy. Here's my card," he said as he handed the man his info card. "Call me if there is ever an issue. I hope that you're going to be okay. I know that this may be stressful."

And so, Justin and Lillia turned around and walked to their car. The two were still rather shaken, their bodies still rather trembly due to the adrenaline that coursed through them from the shock.

The two of them couldn't arrive home fast enough, and even Lillia thought that the 760-horsepower engine in the car was still not fast enough to get them home as quickly as possible...

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The Next Saturday – Justin’s Birthday

It was now finally the day. The 27th had arrived, and on a Saturday no less. The Solis home was abuzz with activity. The sound of a charcoal grill being manned was evident, and so was the delicious smell wafting from it. As usual, Jason was the one who manned the grill, though Kiara decided that she didn't want to be outdone in a cooking environment by her friend. Still, whatever skills the sous chef had in the kitchen, they paled to the Pokéball Engineer's capacity in front of the grill. However she was determined to learn, and so she at least got around to helping the grill-meister out and preparing some of the meats with seasoning and sauces. All the while, Saria, Justin and the Pokémon would be the judges to taste and critique the delicious food.

But as hungry as Justin was, he was also troubled. Ever since the incident three days ago, both with the crowd burning and being confronted by Team Shroud, he had not been able to find respite. He was nervous and paranoid, both two things a schizophrenic should not have too much of. His psychosis had been through the roof as he kept looking out the window from home, so much so that it was worrying both Lillia and Mother Mary. He even lifted his head up above his cubicle at work to see whether or not there was anyone spying on him, so much that some of his co-workers began to complain.

Curiously enough, Justin's depression had mostly subsided, though he was still struck with the occasional spout of worry. But he couldn't show his paranoia nor his psychosis on his birthday party. His friends had been planning on having an outdoor barbeque for a while, and He felt that ruining it with his mania wouldn't be fair to all the effort they put in.

But the news of his confrontation with Team Shroud shocked his loved ones. Pastor Solis was equal parts alarmed and worried, with a generous amount of outrage on Justin recounting the Team's confession for the Protest Fire Bomb. He wanted to do all that he could to protect his son, perhaps hire a bodyguard for him. But he knew that his son would resent that. Plus, it would only serve to draw more unwanted attention to him. He put his faith in The Alpha, hoping that his grace would protect his son and keep him from harm.

Saria and Kiara were equally enraged, just like how Jason was when Justin showed up for work bearing the news. The two women normally aren't ones to get angry, but they were a force to be reckoned with when they were. Their Pokémon were equally upset as they showed support for Lillia on what she witnessed and experienced. Razor, Lance, and Camilla vowed to protect her and Justin if the time came.

"Who in the hell do these Team Shroud goons think they are, burning those innocent people and attacking Justin like that?" fumed Saria as she took a bite out of a link of sausage.

"I don't care how powerful their Pokémon are. I'd have beaten the living shit out of them with Lance," declared Kiara with anger. "Nobody treats Justin like that! And what they did to those people is just plain despicable."

But Justin only grunted at his friends anger. He wasn't too keen on violence.

"I don't think violence is the answer, guys," He said, using some metal tongs to serve himself some grilled food straight off the grill. "I don't think that stooping to their level is right."

"What do you mean it isn't right? You got sympathies for these punks, bro?" said Jason, with his New York accent getting more intense. "These baboos think they can just go out and create a ruckus, burning people alive and shit. A sock in the fucking face is what these assholes need."

"And don't you think I'm pissed off too, Jase?" retorted Justin. "It's just that... just..." The Pastor's son at last spoke his mind. "I'm fed up. I'm so fed up with everything that's going on, with all this arguing, all the protests, all the fighting going on. Why can't people just accept Poképhiles like us for who We are and leave Us the hell alone?"

And at this, a single tear began to roll down his face as his eyes began to water.

The friends looked at the exasperated man with glum faces as they calmed down. He was tired. He was just sick and tired. He had seen the nasty side of humanity, and he had recently met people who would commit terrible things just to intimidate and cause fear. The worst part was that Justin was now a target, having stood up publicly for Poképhiles, and now people were coming for him over what he believed in. The fear in Justin was evident all throughout these past three days. He was stressed out of his mind, and there was no telling when he would be attacked again.

"I'm tired too," said an older voice from behind the friends.

Pastor Cristian Solis, in a black blazer jacket and white button shirt, came walking towards the friends. His face was wrinkled and tired, and his beard was growing grey. He could only imagine what his son was going through. His son had been through a lot. This was not something easy to go through. And the Pastor wanted to do something to stop the violence that was taking place in the streets.

"I've seen many people come up to me in fear," the Pastor said with remorse. "They're afraid of what might happen to them. They see that society is turning against them. They're afraid to admit what they do. And it's something absolutely disheartening, to see people cower in fear like this. This isn't what Arceus would want. This isn't what he'd want for his children to do, to fight amongst themselves and attack each other. This is nothing but causing pain on another, hoping to prove their point and force their opinions and beliefs on others. This isn't protesting or voicing opinions. This is terrorism."

The last three words that the Pastor said were the most striking. And what he said next both shocked and then placated the friends.

"Arceus has revealed to me what you four have done. I know what you are doing with your Pokémon behind closed doors. But I also know that you four are also nice and respectable people, which I can't say for the ones causing this violence. From what I can tell, including from scriptures, Arceus is not offended by this practice, and I believe there might even be a connection between him and phenomenon of the ‘Gift of Speech’, which I’m certain all of you have gone through with your own relationships. If so, then that must mean that Arceus doesn’t just tolerate Poképhilia but also sanctifies it.”

This revelation was key. If a Pastor of the Church was able to tie Arceus into the Poképhilia movement, then that must mean that something

“But still, this has all gone on for far too long. This fighting cannot carry on. Yet sadly, because of my position as a church leader, I can't publicly do anything—and I hate that. I hate having my hands tied and not being able to do much for the Poképhiles in my congregation. I wish I could come out and declare my support for them, but then the others will feel alienated, betrayed by their church leader who should be embracing everyone. But for that reason alone is why I want to support them in private, and any Poképhiles who comes to me seeking counsel will not be turned away by me."

The Pastor then turned to his son, Justin.

"I know that you're part of that crowd, Justin. I know that you're taking a big risk by showing your support and even taking part in it. I just want you to know that I'm not upset at you, though I do wish for you to find a human partner in the future. I just want you to know that Arceus and I are with you, and so are your friends and family. But I also want to warn you that I can't protect you. If people find out, you could wind up in danger. I’m not worried about the societal fallout—best believe I will fight Father Grint tooth and nail if he dares to target you. I am more worried over Team Shroud and any other violent agents who want to harm you. I just want you to know and to be prepared."

Justin just looked at his Dad with a solemn face.

"I know, Dad," he responded. "I know the risk we are in. But I want to follow my heart. I just want people out there to accept us, and if not then at least not throw bottles full of flaming liquid at us. I want there to be peace. And I will gladly stand up to Team Shroud and Anti-Crusaders if it means channeling what I believe to be right, both in my eyes and Arceus’."

The Pastor nodded his head, feeling pride in his son’s resolve. "Then, you are headed on the right path, Son. Go in peace, for Arceus and I are with you. You are a good young man with a good heart. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. And never forget the people and Pokémon who truly matter to you.

“Anyways, I ought to head to the church. It's currently Gospel Study, so I need to prepare my doctrine to share today. I wish I could stay and enjoy the party, but I have a feeling that an old fogey like me has no place among you youngsters and your banter. Enjoy the party as much as you can, though please be careful with alcohol consumption. I hope you all have a fun time here." He then walked up and grabbed a piece of meat and took a big bite out of the juicy and tasty morsel, raising an eyebrow at how delicious it was. "You're pretty good at the grill, Jason. Keep it up."

"Actually, I cooked that, Mister Solis," beamed Kiara, wanting to take some credit for the food.

"But I taught her how," jumped in Jason, causing Kiara to grumble.

With a smile and a good chuckle, the Pastor turned around and headed back home.

Justin and his friends decided to make things more interesting. Saria had brought a small little stereo from home, and she put in a CD of a nice, feel-good retro song, with Saria waving her hands and cheering while she got some cups from which to play beer pong. The friends had bought a good amount of beer, from Justin's favorite Oranguru Bortus' Alolan Ale to Corona Krabby IPA to Arrogant Barbaracle Strong Beer, with that last one being Jason's favorite and what he brought over. Soon, all the food was grilled, and the friends and Pokémon began to chow.

After eating themselves stuffed, the gang wanted to play some party games along with their Pokémon. The aforementioned Beer Pong was the first game to play. Beer Pong has many rules and variations, but the friends decided to play like this: the four trainers and their Pokémon would split into two teams, with Saria, Kiara, Lance, and Razor forming one while Justin, Jason, Lillia, and Camilla forming the other. Every round a team of four would have to throw a ping-pong ball into a cup of beer, and whichever side made the most balls into the beer cups made the losers drink the contents of those cups. It was a simple game, but one that would grow harder and harder the more the teams drank, and the more drunk they got the more the hilarity ensued.

While Lillia and Camilla were up for playing the game, Razor and Lance were not, noting that they were usually abstinent from alcohol.

"Come on, you fuddy-duddies," complained Camilla. "A little bit of beer won't hurt the two of you. Just unwind, relax and enjoy the fun."

"I agree," said Lillia. "It's just a harmless game. I'd say just enjoy it."

Lance could only groan. "But I don't drink."

"Is it because you're a cheap date, Lance?" teased Razor, which incited a growl from the Lucario. "Look, I don't drink either, but I think it'll be fun. If I join in too, then will you come to play for a bit, Lance ol' buddy old pal?"

"Don't call me ‘buddy old pal’, Razor. That is a bit too much," remarked Lance. "And fine, so long as we all don't get too drunk."

And so the fun started.

The beer pong game commenced, with Pokémon and human bouncing ping-pong ball into the beer cups. Some of the Pokémon even used moves to bounce the balls into the cups, with Razor using a Bubble Beam move to knock a ball into the cup and Lillia using Psychic to land one in the cup. Despite some of the guys yelling out “That’s cheating!” for the Pokémon’s sly moves, they had already established that they were allowed to use moves to aid in the game—after all, it was the humans who would end up getting drunk. The game soon ended in a tie, with everyone too drunk to carry on.

Other games were played, like Pin the Tail on the Mudbray and Musical Chairs. The fun carried on with these funny games, with the Musical Chairs bit causing a scene. With the musical chairs game, everyone had been knocked out of the competition, and every time someone lost a chair was removed as the competitors continued to play. Soon, Jason and Camilla ended up being the last ones standing by the end, spinning around the final chair as the music played. But when the music stopped, Jason tried his best to sit on the chair. But before he could, Camilla yanked the chair away from him before he could sit on it, causing Jason to fall down to the floor on his ass, the gang all howling in laughter at the joke.

“Ey, what’s the big idea, Camilla?” Jason gripped, his butt sore from the hard landing.

“Just having some fun, Dummy,” Camilla teased at his pratfall.

The next game was Pin the Tail on the Mudbray, and it was Saria’s turn. She was blindfolded and spun multiple times and pointed in the direction of the Donkey Pokémon picture on the side of the wall. But Saria being was so dizzy and drunk that she fell down and accidentally stuck the pin into Razor's butt as he tried to catch her, causing the poor frog to yelp in pain. The poor Greninja only hopped about in pain, the friends all laughing at his goofy cries as Saria gave out a sheepish “Sorry, Froggy” in the hopes that Razor wouldn’t be too upset. But the Greninja proved that his skin was thick, even though the skin on his butt now had a puncture poke from the event.

“That what you get for the cheating with Bubble Beam, Frog!” shouted Camilla, taking in the moment as karma for his antics.

“Hey! Lillia cheated, too! Why not pin her as well?” Razor protested.

Lillia, meanwhile, looked nervously, wondering if she too would get a pin on her behind as schadenfreude for her psychic aid during Beer Pong.

Everyone had drunk a good amount of alcohol by the end of the night, and they were all range from being tipsy to being on the more intoxicated side. Though nobody was yet slurring their words, they had all hit the sauce kinda hard.

The finale of the birthday party came when everyone ate cake. Justin got to blow out the 2 and 5 candles that represented his now 25 years of age, and then Justin began slicing it up. The cake was rich and chocolaty, and everyone enjoyed taking bites out of their piece. Opening presents would be the last thing they did before heading back to their homes for the night. Justin got a 10,000 Pokémon dollar gift card from Saria (which is around 200 Dollars in USD), a bottle of premium cologne form Kiara, and a nice black blazer jacket from Jason.

"Thanks so much, everyone," said Justin as he took a bow. "I'm so grateful for all of this stuff and for coming to my party."

"No problem, bro," cheered Jason. "I was just hoping that youse would have a fun time, is all."

But the girls were the ones who were more worried.

"Will you be alright, Justin?" worried Saria. "I know that you were pretty tense this past week."

"Don't sweat it too much, Justin," added Kiara. "So long as you got Lillia looking after you, you ain't got nothing to fear from any goons coming for you. And if you do, be sure to call me and Lance on over to kick some goon ass."

The Pokémon also showed their support for the man, and they voiced it to the Gardevoir.

"I thank you all for your support," smiled Lillia.

"You're welcome, Lillia. We’re here to cheer both of you up," replied Razor cheerily.

"Just know that The Alpha is always watching you and your trainer's back," assured Lance.

"And if not, then you can count on us to kick some no-good baddie behind back to whether it is they came from," added Camilla.

And so, the friends picked up after themselves and threw away any trash. With that done, the three friends and their Pokémon left, hoping that the Pastor's son would be fine after cheering him up. Justin could only sigh as he looked out from his front porch at his leaving friends. It had been a good day, nonetheless. And with that, he turned around and entered his house, locking the door behind him and hoping to have a quiet night with his partner and companion.

But as Justin looked up at Lillia, he could tell that she looked at him a bit wryly. He didn't know what that look was for until the two of them entered their room. As he went to lay down on bed—his head still spinning due to the alcohol—he heard the sound of the door latches being locked. At first he didn't think too much about it, thinking she was just being cautious with someone barging in unexpectedly. Then he began to connect the dots. He wondered what Lillia had in mind to do right now. She'd always act more daring whenever she'd drink, along with being unpredictable. But Justin noted the signs this time. He opened his eyes and saw Liva looking right at him with a wicked smile on her face, standing on the side of the bed and looking at him with mischievous intent.

"What're you planning on doing, you minx?" asked Justin rather wearily.

"I plan on giving you a present as well, Master," said Lillia as she climbed onto bed. "I hope that you'll accept it. And even if you don't..."

Justin only groaned, realizing what she meant. The man was usually not one to think with his penis. He was often serious when it came to romance, and he wasn't one to rush into things and end up breaking hearts. But then again, he knew that there was no getting away from this. Lillia wanted to give him her "present", and it was something that she hadn't done since Valentine's Day.

"You know that I'm not usually a horny or sex craved guy, right?" he tried to reason with her.

"Funny to hear that a man is trying to talk his way out of sex," teased Lillia.

There was no way out of it. Justin was going to have to go through with this whether he wanted to or not. But at the same time, he was rather hesitant. There was just something inside of him that kept him from committing, and that something was the confrontation with Team Shroud. He felt them watching him right now, as though they were looking in from his window. And worst of all was the judgement he felt. Maybe what he was doing wasn't right. Maybe he was wrong on his stance on Poképhilia.

But then he remembered the burns of the people he tried to save, remembering their blackened and burned skin. He remembered their screams of agony, and with that he made up his mind. If following this "taboo" meant being attacked for no good reason, then he'd join in on the taboo and do his damned best to stop this wanton hatred and violence.

Lillia wanted to love him again, and this time there would be nothing morally gray this time unlock he last time they had sex. The two would do this as their first sex of atonement since that last time, hoping to convey a feeling of mutual pleasure that they both could enjoy

Justin bolted out of bed and went for his windows, surprising Lillia with his speed. He closed the windows shut and covered them with the curtains, which were thick enough to block the light outside. He didn't care about taboos anymore. He didn't care about his own shyness. He was going to follow his heart and do what deep down he wanted to do. He turned around to Lillia, hoping to embrace her love and affection at the cost of sacrificing what little remained of his innocence and so-called "Shame". And he would do so out of his own choice – by choosing his Gardevoir and her love for him. He would not allow past shame or past moral grays to affect what they did now.

The two would atone for the “Original Darkness” in this moment.

"I'll take you up on your offer, Lillia," said the man as he began to take off his clothes.

Lillia was elated. She rushed over to bed and pulled back the blankets while Justin took off is remaining clothes. All that remained was his boxers underwear, which he'd leave for her Pokémon to remove. His full naked body was visible, with his good-sized gut and curves showing. But underneath that fat was the body of a muscular man, and he looked powerful and capable of great strength. Already he had a bulge in the crotch of his boxers, and he was ready to commit the taboo. He laid down on bed, onto his back with his legs spread out to the sides. The rest was up to his Pokémon.

Lillia came upon Justin with sultry eyes. She lowered his boxers to reveal his erect member. She could already smell the scent of pre-cum even when he had on his underwear, and now the scent was overpowering and wonderful. First, the Gardevoir would like to taste him again. She grabbed his erect cock, squeezing and causing Justin to spasm from the shock. He leered at her, to which she enjoyed. She stroked him for a good while, hoping to squeeze out the first drops of his delicious sperm.

The liquid seed keep flowing, and with a good flow she placed her mouth over his cock, taking licks out of his tip with her tongue and suckling with pressure. Justin groaned at feeling this, and it was incredible. His Pokémon was such a vixen, and he didn't know how she did this so well. The Gardevoir continued to suckle and lick, taking greedy amounts of sperm as he continued to squirt tiny drops. More would come, but the Gardevoir would rather save that supply for her when they had actual sex.

A good five minutes of this carried on as Lillia continued licking, suckling, and loving every minute. It was a wonderful time for them both, and though they only had sex one time before it seemed that their skills had improved. But he soon felt the buildup of pressure behind his cock. He felt that in another half a minute he would probably lose control and release.

But the Gardevoir knew when her man was nearing the edge. She stopped and looked at with a nod of no. She didn't want him cumming just yet.

"Wow, that was close," sighed Justin. “I forget how much you like to tease me.”

“Well, I don’t want you releasing just yet, Master. You know how I like edging you,” she winked.

"In that case, I think we ought to try something else, no?" he suggested.

"I think I have something in mind," said Lillia as she began to climb onto bed.

She crawled onto her trainer, with her legs beneath her body as she began to align herself for what came next. In truth, she had been hoping to do this again for a long while. She was excited to continue doing this with her trainer, and she hoped to continue showing her love for her trainer no matter what came next.

"I missed doing this," said Lillia as she aligned her entrance with his member.

"So did I," replied Justin. "I sure hope no one is peeping in on us or something like that from the shadows of the room."

"Nobody can look through the window, and if they did I'd sense their presence."

"Well, you didn't sense one Pokémon last time, and He got the voyeur view of a lifetime."

Lillia blushed, realizing who he was referring to. Looking back, she wondered how it was possible for her to not sense the dark aura of Luke the Darkrai.

She lowered herself further onto Justin, his member slipping right into her and going deeper. She tried going slowly as it was still a bit painful. Her tight snatch incited a few moans from her trainer, who found that her pussy was still as tight as it was last time. But the Gardevoir trooped on, sliding herself further and further upon her trainer. She felt her Nymphomania take over, wanting more and more of her trainer inside and having his cock rub against her walls. She was enjoying it, and her mind was filling with waves of pleasure as they jolted up her spine.

Justin, too, was also enjoying this touching sex session. Soon, his Pokémon started short hoping onto him, slowly lifting off of him until just the tip remained and then falling right back down onto him. It was intense, and he soon found himself gripping his bedsheets as his own waves of pleasure shot up from his dick to his brain.

This was the most intense sex session that the two of them had, with both feeling great waves of pleasure, both from physical contact as well as from the gratification of knowing that they were giving pleasure to each other. They were connected both physically, emotionally, and sexually, and these three amplified the sensations in their groins.

"Unngh… Y-y-you like this, Master?" said Lillia, her voice shaky from elation.

"I do," replied Justin, his mind only slightly more intact than his pokémon’s. "I think I'm really starting to get into this whole 'Having sex with you Pokémon' taboo sort of thing."

Apparently, his mind was lucid enough to crack a joke—unlike Lillia, who was using most of her mental capacity just to keep a straight face. She loved the feeling so much, having her pussy walls squeeze and rub against a hard cock like that of her trainer's, putting a hand to her face as she blushed deeply. She wanted more, and so she increased her speed. She rose and fell with even more intensity, so much that the two felt pain. Justin also pushed his hips upwards, thrusting his cock into her pussy and meeting with her downward drops so that the two of them could connect even harder. The room was filling with the slapping of their thighs and crotches, though they tried not to moan too loudly to not alert others in the house. Still, the two were engrossed and loving every minute of it.

But all good things have to come to an end. The familiar pressure in their groins was felt again, and just like before they wanted to end with a bang. Lillia kept hopping and falling with even greater force as Justin continued thrusting upwards and into her, so much so that he was hitting her cervix. And the climax was at last arriving as their intensity reached new heights. This sex was far more intense than last time. And the climax that would send them over the edge was on a new level of rapture.

Lillia slammed onto Justin one last time, and what followed threw them into the abyss.

Justin's cock erupted into his Pokémon’s pussy, bathing her most private insides with his human seed. He was cumming and throbbing with so much force that his member even felt tinges of pain. But Lillia was feeling it the most, for her mind was snuffed like a candle as she just sat there, feeling jet after jet of cum shoot into her body, her pussy contracting hard to greedily suckle all the sperm her master could give. Since Lillia's orgasm was much more intense, the outcome was still the same. She fell forwards as her mind felt a numbness that came from raw ecstasy and mental collapse.

Just like before, Her Trainer caught her fall and slowly lowered her onto him. He put her head onto his bare chest and wrapped an arm around her, bringing her even closer. He put her at ease, patting her head and kissing her forehead in order to lull her back into a sense of calm.

Justin felt renewed after this. He loved his Pokémon, and she loved him in return. She meant everything to him, and he would do anything to make her happy, just as she would likewise. Lillia stirred from her collapse, her face rather blank as though she forgot what happened.

"Wah... Was that... good for you, Master?" she could barely mumble.

"It... was wonderful, Lillia," said Justin, his mind also feeling rather foggy. "And I enjoyed every minute of it. This was the best birthday gift I’ve ever received."

"I'm... glad you liked it," she smiled, knowing that she had done a wonderful job. "It was my intention to make you... feel happy. I hope this helps with your mental health a bit."

"I doubt any medicine out there can compare with this." And with that, the man kissed her forehead. "I might need to do this more often."

"And I'll be glad to… give more of this to you..."

And with that, the Gardevoir's head fell on his chest as she fainted, her eyes swirling as though an opponent had KO’d her. Justin could only chuckle. She took the sex hard, but none the less was satisfied. He lifted her up and placed her on the bed, lifting himself off the bed and grabbing a small towel and wetting it from a water bottle to wipe their crotches clean. He wiped his own still standing, and he went over to Lillia and wiped her own crotch clean, though she still moaned when he rubbed her.

All Justin could think of as he threw the towel into the laundry and put on some clean underwear was how he had just broken the boundary again. He once again had sex with his Pokémon, more intensely than last time. The two loved it, the orgasm was incredible, and they would be sure to have many more in the future. He didn't care anymore about taboos. He didn't care about the fear of violence from the Crusaders and Team Shroud meant to intimidate Poképhiles. He loved his Pokémon, and that was one thing that would never change. He and Lillia just atoned for the Original Sin during their first Valentine’s Day session, and they did so as loving, consenting adults who didn’t care for the implications. They were together now, and that was all that mattered.

With that in his head, and now One Year older, Justin got ready to sleep. He took his medicine from his bedside drawer, hopped onto bed, and pulled the blankets over him and Lillia. And this time around, sleep came much easier.

The usual barriers caused by insomnia were no longer present. He no longer felt tension in falling asleep. He no longer bared anymore shame...