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100% --- Program transferred successfully:

"flamethr_v2-45_CRACKED.tm"

> Safe to eject media

Kyle pushed the button on his PC's tower, and pulled the disc-like Technical Machine out. He took a sharpie, wrote "FLAMETHROWER" on it on the label, and held it up to look at it.

Ah... the wonders of piracy.

He never knew that you could actually transfer TMs that way. And to think, some department stores were selling these things for thousands? Pah....

Kyle shrugged, and went over to a small, plush-looking case on the other side of his small, clothes-strewn apartment. He opened it up - inside, six small, red Pokéballs lay in little recesses.

He took the first one, and weighed it in one hand, the other still holding the bootleg TM. "Well, Quickfang... looks like I've got a gift for ya."

* * *

The day was pleasant. The sky was a vague blue, with gentle wisps of clouds brushed over it. The distant mountains wore their usual teal veil, and the nearby forest was as unobtrusive as it had always been. The main field, with ankle-length grass and a small bunch of trees in one corner, was... nice.

In short - it was another day in Quickfang's Pokéball.

The Ninetales sighed. The artificial surroundings as painfully unreal as they'd always been, but hey, he thought... at least it was alright. His Master didn't have the cleanest of hygiene in the real world (even Quickfang had forgotten the colour of the carpet by now), so even if this place was just a façade for bits of data in some complicated storage device, at least it was_clean_bits of data.

His musings were cut short suddenly by an electronic tingling. He frowned from his sitting position by the trees, and looked over at one of the edges of the field.

Above the repetitive dry-stone wall, large, holographic words were hanging in the air.

TECHNICAL MACHINE READY

Quickfang peered at it, walking around to the middle of the field, then trotting towards them. "This should be interesting, at least...." He muttered to himself as the words changed.

flamethr_v2-45_CRACKED

Developer: ######

Distributer: TMForge.net

Quickfang re-read it a few times. That wasn't right. That wasn't a normal name format... and usually, the Distributor was Devon, or Silph, or something. Dot net? No developer, either? What did....

From below the words, a figure strode out. it was gleaming blue, which seemed to reflect the sunlight as it walked. As Quickfang watched, it walked close, hips swaying back and forth, each step identical to the last as it made its way towards him.

He knew what it was - they came packaged with a few of the TMs these days. It was a Virtual Pokémon Intelligence, or VPI for short. Simple computer programs with limited interactivity, geared towards Pokémon. This one would no-doubt show him how to perform the move.

It approached him steadily, and he looked it over as it finally came to a standstill, about a metre away, standing perfectly straight. It was another Ninetales, identical in size and stature to him. However, instead of fur, the VPI was made of some kind of smooth blue material, which flickered as it walked, lines showing connections between limbs and other parts of the body. The figure was partially see-through at places. There was even a bit of aliasing going on with some of the edges.

He looked at it uncertainly. "Um... h-"

"Ninetales. Name - Quick-fang." It said, cutting him off in a voice so robotic it hurt. "Greetings. I am the Virtual Pokémon Intelligence. I am here to show [email protected] how t&o le%*rrrr-r-r-"

The voice grated to a halt, the last few words coming out as little more than barely-intelligible grinding sounds. The VPI's mane flashed with pixelation.

"Hello." It said in a far more normal voice, like a normal human female, with a slight Kanto accent. It sounded like a pre-recorded message. "Thank you for choosing this TM. We here at Mightyena's Den hope that you enjoy our product."

Mightyena's Den? Quickfang eyed the VPI warily. This wasn't normal.

"The lesson will begin now." The VPI continued in that same feminine voice. "Demonstration will begin. First, crouch down."

Quickfang paused, staring over the program. Oh... well, his Master did use it on him, and it's not like this had gone wrong before. Maybe it was just a small glitch.

"Okay then...." he said to himself, and crouched down, his belly brushing against the grass. He looked up at the VPI expectantly.

And that's when he saw the VPI's cock. It was fully erect, dangling between its legs, twitching and gleaming, the same blue as the rest of the body. Quickfang stared at it. That... didn't look like a programming error....

The VPI strode over to him, just as he began to stand back up. A virtual paw pressed between his shoulder blades, forcing him back to the ground. "Hold still and open your mouth." It commanded.

Quickfang gasped, straining against it. Damn! The thing was strong! He squirmed, looking up... and gulped. The cock was now hanging in front of his muzzle. he could see veins on the pale blue surface, and liquid beaded at the tip.

The paw on his shoulder blades shoved again, and he yelped. The VPI thrusted forwards suddenly, and Quickfang reared back as the shaft was driven into his mouth.

Oh Arceus! It didn't taste musky, or fleshy... just... strangely blank. But it wasn't the taste that struck him first - it was the feel of it. The VPI's shaft was fully engorged by the look and feel of it, and that meant big, bulging... his jaws hurt as it was forced past his lips, and he gulped, feeling it being shoved deeper into his muzzle. He pressed his tongue against it, trying to pull back. It wasn't that he didn't like it... it was more... surprise than anything.

"It is highly advised that you keep your mouth wide open." The VPI said instructionally. Quickfang gave a grunt, tugging again, only to receive another thrust that shoved the tip right against the back of his mouth. He fought to stop himself from gagging on it.

"When your partner's cock is at the back of your mouth, you must take a deep breath first." The VPI said. Quickfang made a strangled grunt in response. "This way, you will have the air to continue for as long as possible. Take your breath now."

Quickfang flicked his eyes around. The hell kind of TM was this...? Just as the thought crossed his mind, the practical part of his brain took over hurriedly, and he quickly drew breath.

The VPI drove its hips forwards, and the shaft was driven into his throat. Quickfang leant back, but it wasn't far enough - a paw against his head pushed him forwards again, and he gagged as the shaft sunk deeper inside.

Fuck... it was big! Felt bigger than it had looked, too! Quickfang's eyes were wide, and he stared up at the smooth, featureless underside of the VPI. His throat spasmed, working around the shaft, his paws batting at the grass.

"Be sure to keep your throat tight. If you can, try squeezing your throat from the outside." The VPI was beginning to thrust now... Quickfang made a few strangled grunts, unable to get any more air past it. How odd, he thought, that one would need air in the simulation of a Pokéball...

But that was it, wasn't it? It didn't matter if it was virtual or real. It all _felt_real... and this certainly felt real enough to make his eyes water with the exertion, his throat burn as he was fucked by the artificial apparition.

By the time the VPI pulled out, Quickfang was already seeing sparks. He gasped for breath, slumping down on the ground, eyes closing briefly as he tried to get his strength back. By Arceus... A Deepthroating TM?

"Now you have learnt the basics of performing, in order to fully prepare you for the experience, you will now feel the effects yourself." The VPI said levelly. Quickfang looked up, just as he was rolled onto his back by one of the program's paws. He yelped, his tails splaying at the indignity. "Hey, what!? I- Ahhhhhh...!"

A muzzle was at his crotch... it felt warm, wet... slightly rubbery too, but that didn't detract at all. Insistent licks across the tip of his sheath, over and over again. He looked up, watching as the VPI's cock bounced above his head in time to the movements.

Could he have stopped himself? Probably... this was still his Pokéball, his body... hell, if he wanted, he could probably manage to reject the TM, but....

Ahhhh....

Programmed to give pleasure, eh...?

His shaft slipped out quickly, pressing against his fur. He twitched as the VPI lapped at it with long, quick motions, covering it in artificial saliva. He gasped - it felt real enough, anyway. That was real pleasure that slid through him....

"Subject will perform the move himself while it is demonstrated on him." The VPI said, halting in the licking for a few seconds. "It is advised that he is to follow along exactly."

The cock loomed over him. Quickfang stared at it again. "Uhhh... okay...." he muttered, watching it lower towards him.

He opened his mouth more willingly this time, catching it in his maw. He grunted as the VPI did the same, melting as his own cock was suddenly enveloped in that wet, rubbery warmth. It was delightful, and... Gah...!

The VPI shoved its head down, and his shaft pressed past some kind of barrier - and suddenly, it was so _tight!_He writhed beneath the program, feeling his shaft twitch. Oh goodness... was this what it was like? Gah - and it was going deeper...!

Suddenly, Quickfang was aware of the VPI shifting it's hips above him. He opened his eyes, and remembered to breath just before the VPI's shaft was forced into his throat. He gagged again, the sheer size overcoming his thoughts for a moment - but oh, it was far more natural this time. He pushed his head forwards, feeling the bulging shaft working down his gullet. He rolled back and forth, feeling as the VPI thrust both its hips and its head down against him, then drew back with both. Over and over again.

A cock in his throat was one thing, but a throat on his cock... gah... the mix of pleasure and exertion oscillated back and forth in his mind. His body shook, writing under the program as it controlled him, hanging over him, doing with him what it wanted.

He orgasmed first - in hindsight, he'd think that maybe this was how it was programmed. He closed his eyes, driving his head willingly against the VPI's crotch as he bucked his hips roughly, rapidly, fucking the throat it was around with a loud whine of delight. Pleasure swam through his mind, and suddenly the feel of a shaft in his throat - it didn't hurt. Hell... it was intoxicating more than anything. He needed more... He drove his head further, his jaws stretching as the knot drove at his lips, large balls resting on his muzzle.

His mind was still full of the pleasure and delight of the orgasm, but Quickfang felt the shaft in his throat well further, bulging out. He felt the hips above him twitch, flexing. He felt every pump of cum as it spurted into his throat, down into his belly. Real, artificial... it didn't matter here. Hell, he didn't care any more. He lay back, pumping the rest of his seed into the VPI, and drinking its own happily.

He didn't even realise the oxygen deprivation until the VPI was pulling out. By then, his vision swirled, and he had to blink as lights flashed before him. He coughed, rolling onto his side, just able to make out the form of the VPI again after a few seconds.

Quickfang licked his lips, breathing slowly as he worked his jaw, trying to get used to it. "Rrrrr... that... was strange...."

"Now." The VPI said, with the same formal forwardness as always. "You have been shown how to perform the move. It is time to practice again on your own."

Quickfang swallowed, staring up. The VPI's shaft was still hard, and now it looked bigger than ever.

"Oh, hell...."

* * *

Kyle strutted out into the concrete quad by his apartment building. Nearby, a few people sat, playing with their Pokémon or just enjoying their company. On the other side of a low wall, a battle was even taking place.

He frowned, pulling out Quickfang's Pokéball. He was beginning to have his doubts... the tutoring procedure seemed to have taken a bit too long. And he swore that wasn't the correct TM number that the webpage had stated. Wasn't that for Rock Polish?

He shrugged in the end, twirled the Pokéball around on one finger, and then pitched it forwards.

Might as well see what Quickfang had learned, anyway....