# Chapter One Author: Magnus Tiger Tags: Arcanine, Charizard, Human, Jockstrap, Locker Room, No-Yiff, Pokemon Nathan’s life had been predetermined long before he was born. The day he turns 18, he is required by law as a human to mate with witch ever Pokemorph wins the right to claim him as his own. As his birthday comes closer, the other Pokemorphs at his school have anxious to see who will win him. Inspired by a story from Clamorem Luporum It was a warm spring morning, the first of the year. I could smell the change of the season in the morning breeze. I could spend hours just standing outside smelling the air. But that all went out the window when the Pokemorphs saw me get off the bus.     I was born with the disadvantage of being human, the minority of the world. We barely had any rights, and were condemned to a life devoid of basic choice. And life as an adult didn’t look any brighter. When I turned 18, a date only a few days away, I would be required by law to marry whatever Pokemorph won the “privilege” of doing so. My life was over before it even started. Because really, if every part of your life is planned out by someone else, are you really living?     I did my best to ignore the catcalls, and raunchy comments of the other students as I made my way to my locker. It was something I’d put up with for years, and they didn’t even phase me anymore. I made my way to my first class of the day, almost feeling the imaginary trench I’d worn into the floor.     My last class of the day was PE, the class I hated the most. I would always do my best to change in a bathroom stall, so I could avoid prying eyes of other students. It would take slightly longer, but it was better than letting those fuckers see me in my underwear. Not that it helped, the school PE uniform never fit me quite right, the shirt was too short, and the shorts didn’t even go past my knees. Every time I came out of the locker rooms all eyes were on me, and I hated it. I hated a lot of things; My life, others, the society I lived in, and the Machamp gym teacher who insisted there weren’t any other uniforms. He was full of shit, he gave out new uniforms to the Pokemorphs all the time.      During gym class we ran laps, and the fact that most -if not all- of the Pokemorphs could run faster than me re enforced the fact of how trapped I was. I think the only reason that a few of the students were slower than me is so they could stare at my ass while I was running. I never understood how someone could murder another person, but I finally understood at that moment. I wasn’t gonna do it, but I totally understood.     After class, I made my way into the locker room. I averted my eyes as I went to get my bag. I didn’t even have to look to know what was going on. The choking smell of sweaty clothes being peeled off was clue enough. I just took my bag and made my way to my usual stall. Doing a quick change that could put a magician to shame, I was about to leave when I was stopped by a large Charizard. My face went red when I saw what he was wearing. The only stitch of clothing on his imposing figure was a white and orange jockstrap that seemed to blend into his skin, making it look like he was somehow wearing even less.     “Hey there Nathan~” he growled in a seductive tone.     I tried to avoid the conversation and side step the hulking dragon. But he simply stepped a foot to the right, blocking me in.     “Where are you off to so soon?” he asked.      I hated him, he always did this stupid flirting game, trying to get the opertunity to mate with me. He was persistent, to the point of being annoying.     “Where do you think?” I spat.     He knew where I was going. Back to the human shelter. I’d lived there my entire life, ever since I was born pretty much via test tube. That’s how all humans were born, we were seen as accessories, all of us were born male. I didn’t understand the science of it, but all I knew was that I never had a family.     “Oh come on now, don’t be like that. Why don’t you come over to my house after school, we could get to know each other better.” he winked. “And maybe I could break through that shell of yours, along with something else.”     It didn’t take a genius to know what he was talking about. Especially since his orange jockstrap started to bulge outwards even more, and the sickening smell of arousal started to poison the air.     “What part of ‘Never’ do you not understand?!” I snapped.     “You should really watch that mouth of yours, because once you turn 18 you will  be my mate and I’ll get to savor that sweet ass of yours every, single, day.”     I was about to shoot back when another voice intervened for me.     “That’s enough, leave the kid alone!”      I turned my head and saw Alev, a heavily muscled Arcanine in a similar dark blue jockstrap. He was probably just trying to get Cole to leave me alone so he could take his place.     “Why don’t you mind your own business little pup!” shot Cole.     It was while the two were distracted that I darted around Cole and ran out into the hallway. I knew it was unlikely that either would chase me, but I didn’t stop running until I was in the van that went back to the human shelter. I didn’t see either of them come out until the van was pulling out of the parking lot.     It wasn’t until I was safely in my room at the Human Shelter that I broke down and cried. It wasn’t fair damn it! What scrap of a life I had was going to be stolen away from me, and for what. So I could be some stupid Pokemorph’s play thing for the rest of my existence. It wasn’t fair. I finally fell asleep without dinner, I wasn’t hungry anyway. Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Rnoq97Ye Part of the series Pokemon Story 1 Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1557440-chapter-two.md