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[b][u][center]Pokémon Polyamory

Chapter 3: The Violet Path

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Eventually, the sun rose, and Jared had to get up. He looked up at the cloudy sky and shook his head. It was going to be rainy, and that meant that he was going to need to get under cover as soon as possible.

[i]Maybe I should stop in Cherrygrove…if Oak’s not around…[/i]

The thought of running into the Pokémon Professor without an easy escape sent a shiver down his spine. He honestly felt like he had been beyond lucky to avoid getting caught out by him in their last meeting, and if they ended up face to face again, that’d be pushing his luck beyond any sane sort of measure.

No, he needed to stay out of sight, and he needed to keep moving.

Sitting up, he immediately groaned as his morning wood scraped against the inside of his jeans. It had been a little while since he’d had the chance to wash them, and that meant that they were a bit stiffer from body sweat and other stuff. That, in turn –

“Ow, ow, ow…”

Meant that his dick was getting abraded against the denim on the inside. At least he hadn’t woken up with it pressed against the zipper and grinding on the metal teeth there. That would have been hell and a half.

Shaking his head, he adjusted himself and got to his feet. Cracking his neck, knuckles, and shoulders, he stepped away from the trees and back to the path. Nobody else seemed to be on the move, and he was starting to wonder just what the paths were for when nobody seemed to use them.

Still, at least it meant he had a chance to think.

Getting the egg for Elm had informed him that there were plenty of people out there that still didn’t know that was how Pokémon gave birth. That meant that his…employers…hadn’t released that information to the general public. Pokémon breeding was still mostly known as the practice of perverts fucking Pokémon, and usually not in the most consensual sort of way.

A little shudder ran down his spine, images of silhouettes on top of Pokémon having their way burning through his brain. He slapped the back of his head, and the worst of the images vanished. The feelings associated with them, however, did not.

Shaking his head again, he walked along the path, running his finger against the pokéball at his waist. Totodile had been more than slightly…affectionate…the last few days, and with the last confrontation at the lab, he knew why. There was a guy getting kickbacks there, but possibly not just for that style of breeding.

[i]If someone figured out how to do it the way that the guys were starting to…[/i]

He shook his head. If that was the case, then things were going to erupt in the worst way out here. Kanto had avoided that particular plague, but if there really was a side-branch out here, as his new employers thought, then he was starting to see why they were worried. People had access to powerful Pokémon, and Johto seemed to have more than its share of idiots.

[i]At least I can try and help this guy…[/i]

Taking a deep breath, he put his thoughts on hold as he reached the inclines through Route 29. It would be a while before he was at the other end, so he might as well focus on climbing.

#

The Pokémon center at Cherrygrove City was a welcome relief, and he groaned as he walked through the front doors. Totodile had ended up fighting a couple of Pokémon on the way through, which had been fine. The problem had come when one of the Pidgeys along the way had a friend, and that friend had come flying out of nowhere to peck at his face. He still had a few pockmarks from the attack along his cheeks.

The nurse behind the counter looked at him with a wince of understanding, sliding a few bandages across the counter before holding out her hand for his pokéball. She took Totodile and went to the back room, while he sat down on one of the seats in the waiting room.

The stretch of bandages was a godsend, and he groaned as he pulled them out, stretching them across his face and pushing them down to make them stick. A few soft grumbles escaped him in the process, but at least he was no longer bleeding.

Setting the bandages off to the side, he leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. The pokéballs at his waist were weighing a bit heavily on him, not because they were full, but because they were empty.

Jared hadn’t wanted to become a Pokémon trainer, really. Not when it came down to it, at least. He had been more than happy just living the average sort of life, and even when it came down to his brief stint with that old organization, it had been about the money rather than about catching Pokémon and making them do…things.

Now, though, he had to pretend to be a trainer in order to actually follow his orders. The organization back in Kanto was keeping an eye on him, and until he found a way to lose them…

He reached into his pocket, fanning his fingers out as he looked at the four pokéballs he’d been given. None of them had an occupant currently, but it would only be a matter of time if he actually took it seriously.

[i]Pidgeys? Sentrets? Maybe a Zubat or two?[/i]

He laughed at the last one, shaking his head as he put the pokéballs back in his pocket. The last thing that any trainer wanted was a Zubat, when it came right down to it. He had never, ever seen a serious trainer actually keep one of those as a Pokémon for fighting. For a pet, maybe, but no more than that.

Crossing his legs impatiently, he tapped his foot in midair as he tried to stay patient. There were options, he told himself. He could find different Pokémon that would be good for him, ones that would not have the same sort of…interest…that Totodile had, and who he could use for battle more often.

And he’d need to fight, he supposed. There was no way to pose as a trainer without being ready for a few Pokémon battles. He couldn’t just punch someone in the face the way that he’d done with that red-haired punk, not every time, at the very least.

He sighed.

[i]Well, let’s start building the team…[/i]

Looking at the nurse that was just coming back out, he met her eye and saw her wave him over. She held out his pokéball, and he caught it as she tossed it over.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. I think you were worse off than he was.”

“Probably. Thanks for the bandaids, too,” he said, tossing them back.

“No problem at all, really. Anything else?”

“Yeah. Do you have a computer?”

“Yeah, over in the corner. Why?”

“Just want to check a few things.”

#

The results were not as promising as he had hoped, but then again, he had been hoping for something that was actually [i]good[/i] right off the bat. Considering where in the world he was, he supposed that was a bit overly ambitious.

[i]Sentrets, Pidgeys, a Geodude…not much there, really,[/i] he thought, shaking his head. [i]Hoot-Hoot might be good eventually, but…[/i]

Again, there wasn’t a lot for him to be working with. The message boards that some of the trainers used to talk about where to find Pokémon were incomplete at best, but there were some notices of where the bigger swarms of different species currently were. Unfortunately, when it came to his path – going through routes 30 and 31, as well as the attached Dark Cave – there wasn’t much to be found that was immediately amazing.

There was, however, a lot of frustration, particularly with the report that there was a Pidgey flock that was attacking almost everything between here and Violet City. Jared rubbed his forehead, shaking his head before he pushed away from the computer. If that was the case, he’d need to leave now before they settled around the city and put everything to a halt. Better to find shelter on the way than to settle in and maybe get caught.

And besides, if the possible rain delivered on its promise, then the birds would be grounded. Better to make his way through the flock then, rather than try and wait it out. A little rain would do him good.

Stepping out of the Pokémon center, he looked up at the sky again. The clouds were getting darker, but there was no way to tell how much time they had left before the actual storm hit.

“Just my luck…”

Shaking his head, he turned to the route that led north. There was no sign of the cops, no sign of Professor Oak coming down to the city…it all seemed about as good as he could hope for, so he went for it.

It was a better day today than it had been, and he appreciated the shade that the clouds gave. The sun from the day before had been less than comfortable, and he was happy to be moving on.

He didn’t take long to get back to the split in the road where he had turned off the path to Mr. Pokémon’s place, and this time, the road north was free. There was, however, a trainer waiting for him there.

“…Really?” he muttered under his breath. “I don’t have time for this.”

There was a ledge between him and the next path, and it was…mostly climbable. Not happily so, but not completely impossible, either. Jared shook his head, walking up to the ledge and stretching his arms up until he found a handhold. He dragged himself up –

“Hey, that’s not fair!”

Pausing with one foot on the ground and one against the rock, he looked back at the trainer. The young man was stomping his foot and crossing his arms, glaring up at him. Jared glared back.

“You want to throw a temper-tantrum, be my guest.”

“But I was standing here so that the next person to pass had to battle me.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to battle.”

“But you have to. I mean, I can see the pokéballs on your belt. You’re a trainer.”

“Yeah, suppose so. Bye.”

“But that’s the rules!”

“I’ve yet to see a rulebook,” he said, dragging himself up a bit. The rock wall was steep, but it was not as impassable as most people would have imagined. Sure, the other road was easier, but –

“This isn’t fair! Get back down here, or I’ll call the cops!”

“Yeah, sure, call the cops on someone that doesn’t want to fight. That’s real fair.”

“But –”

Jared ignored the trainer, shaking his head as he managed to get an arm around the top of the ledge. It wasn’t that high, only about ten feet, but it was sheer enough with few handholds that he had been rather lucky to find the one. He dragged himself up the rest of the way, rolling over.

“Come on. You can’t just skip me like that.”

“If it matters so much, then chase me,” he muttered.

“But what if someone else comes by, and I miss them?”

“Oh, fuck off, you twit…”

This was why he didn’t get involved with trainers. Idiots, the lot of them. Rolling to his feet, he brushed off his jacket and his jeans, and set to walking forward. Maybe he would be able to find at least a decently-strong Sentret before he got up to the cave. And maybe, by then, Totodile would have a few more water attacks.

#

It was a better profit to the trip than he had expected, he had to admit. By the time that he managed to get around to the top of the path, where it bent and turned towards a small lake and the promontory where the cave rested, he had managed to catch both a Sentret and a Bellsprout. Neither one would be amazing on their own, but it was better than fighting with just a Water-type.

Better still, neither of them were likely to get him arrested for indecent exposure.

Totodile danced at his side as he tucked the full pokéballs against his belt. Now, he had two decent fighters, one that was getting increasingly good, and two empty balls. He’d need to stock up on more if he wanted a full team, but at least he had a good start.

As he caught his breath, Totodile ran up to him and hugged his leg. Despite everything that had happened thus far, he smiled and reached down, petting the little guy across the back of his head. Totodile nuzzled up against him, the crocodile-dinosaur happy as a clam.

“You know, if you could just be like this, things would be a lot easier.”

“Dile!”

“Come on, you know you’re adorable.”

“Toto!”

The little guy pointed at his crotch, and Jared sighed.

“No. I said no, and I mean no.”

He swore that there was no Pokémon that could have pulled such a sad face so quickly as the little Totodile did. The dancing stopped, it kicked the ground sadly, and it pouted with all the sad force of a completely crushed teenager.

Jared slapped his hand across his head, muttering under his breath as he pulled the little guy’s pokéball out. It wasn’t what he wanted, but hell, it was going to have to go this way, it seemed.

Byooooom. Back in the ball the little guy went, and he sighed under his breath. He’d need to do something to ease this, or it was only going to get worse.

As if on cue, the skies suddenly opened up. The downpour that had been threatening for the last few hours suddenly came rushing down. The various Pidgeys off in the distance, all circling around the path that led to Violet City, suddenly darted to the trees that lined the paths, all of them searching for nesting areas to wait out the storm.

Not that he blamed them in the slightest. At first, it was nothing more than a standard rain storm, but in seconds, the rain picked up, becoming a needling blast that pricked and pecked at him with all the fury that the flock itself would have been able to muster. He bit his lips, trying to deal with it, but even with all the layers he wore, he could feel it trickling through, soaking him down to the skin and then sending the pain down with it.

“Fuck…fuck it all…”

There was no way in hell he could travel through the rain like this. Even if he could see where he was going – and in this downpour, that was a risky business, he realized – there was no way that he was going to be able to get to the city without getting bruised by the downpour.

[i]Cave it is…[/i]

Dark Cave wasn’t going to be pleasant, but at least he would be able to settle in without having to worry about getting killed by rain that was sharper than knives. He pulled himself together, keeping to the edge of the wood for as long as he could before darting for the path leading up to the rocky mound.

“Ow, ow, ow!”

He bit off little curses every time that the rain managed to sneak down past his hat, feeling it peck and bite at his face and cheeks. It was uncomfortable, it was painful, and it was genuinely unpleasant as far as this sort of thing went. He gritted his teeth and kept moving, knowing that he didn’t have a choice in the matter.

Eventually, he found the steps leading up to the cave entrance. There was a hiker just outside, sheltering under a berry bush, but there was no room for him there. The cave was the only place to go.

So, in he went. He rounded the opening, pulling himself to the nearest cave wall, and he sat down. Inside, it was almost completely pitch-black, and he knew from experience – and from talking to the different hikers that had been part of the old organization – that there were dozens of pits and falls in these sorts of places. One didn’t go in without having a Pokémon that could light it up, and considering that it was still completely dark, he imagined that there weren’t any kindly explorers further down.

Better to stay by the entrance, then. That way, he could at least find his way out again when the time came.

[i]Fucking storm…[/i]

It had soaked him right to the skin, and there was no way that he could get comfortable with his clothes on. There weren’t any trainers around that he could see, and nobody would be nuts enough to be walking through that storm. He had time to let them dry in here without anyone seeing…he hoped.

So, Jared stripped down. Jacket, shirt, pants, socks, shoes, everything. They were piled next to him, and he sat with his bare back against the stone wall, bare butt against the stone floor. He pulled his body into a little ball, huddling up to try and keep as much body heat as he could before the cave could drain it from him.

[i]This is just…ugh…[/i]

It didn’t take long for the shivers to descend, and he leaned his head down against his knees, trying to keep his teeth from chattering. It was not a comfortable day, and not a good moment, either. His knees started to click together, and his body heat was already fading away.

[i]Shit, shit, shit, this was stupid…[/i]

There was a way to stay warm, of course. Not a way that he wanted to encourage, admittedly, but a way. He glared down at his belt in the dark, knowing that Totodile, at least, would be more than willing to cuddle. The others might, too, but that was more chancy, particularly considering that they were still a bit injured from the fighting. He knew that they needed to be healed before he did anything more with them; he didn’t want to encourage Totodile any further than he already had.

But with his body heat fading by the second, he knew that he had to take a risk.

[i]Damn it…[/i]

Biting the metaphorical bullet, he tapped the ball. White light from the Pokémon summoning filled the immediate area, casting light on his naked body, and he shook his head as Totodile immediately turned to him.

As soon as the light faded, the little guy was nothing more than a silhouette, but it was clear from his body language that he had seen Jared was naked. The little guy hopped into his lap, hugging him, and immediately sat his little butt down on the human’s lap.

“No funny business,” Jared muttered.

Not that he expected the little Pokémon to listen to him, honestly, but for the moment, the Totodile seemed to get it. They were together, at least, and the little croco-saur was warm enough. It was a bit like having a lukewarm shower. Not amazing, but warm enough to keep you comfortable when the rest of the world was freezing.

He rubbed the little guy’s back, and Totodile nuzzled against his chest. He could feel the soft scales against his fingers and his chest, against his stomach and – unfortunately – further down against his dick. Totodile didn’t quite bounce against him, but the little guy was constantly wiggling, nudging, teasing either with or without intent. Either way, it was more than a little distracting.

Shaking his head, he leaned his head back against the wall. He was just starting to get comfortable when –

“Diiiiiiile.”

Totodile pushed down, rubbing his toes against Jared’s balls. As expected, the little touch got his cock moving a bit, slowly rising and pressing up against that soft butt.

“No.”

“Dile Dile.”

“Come on. Not now.”

He tried to push Totodile a bit further up, but all that did was bring the little guy’s feet closer to his cock. They grabbed around either side, and Jared grunted under his breath, feeling the toes wrapping around his shaft, putting it in the perfect position for –

Stroke, stroke, stroke. He kept stiffening up, his shaft getting harder for the little Pokémon that had too strong an interest in getting bred. The little guy’s long feet pressed perfectly to either side of his cock, pulling at it, tugging, twisting, rubbing along the sides. The long soles would press against the head, tugging on it, the toes pulling at it and pushing his cock this way and that.

He couldn’t see Totodile’s face, but he could imagine that the little guy was probably smirking up a storm.

“Ass.”

“Totoooo.”

The croco-saur suddenly wiggled, and he dropped without warning. Thankfully, there was no penetration, but the little guy managed to wiggle again, pushing himself up against Jared’s legs, laying over them and pulling his feet back in order to –

“Oh, that’s just cheating…”

He bit his lips, knowing that he couldn’t just put the little guy back in the ball without losing all the warmth that he needed for simple survival, but nor could he just let this keep going. Yet, at the same time, it felt better, and…and it had been a long time…

And it wasn’t him starting it…

Totodile was slowly jerking his cock off with those long feet, keeping the tip of his dick pointed down and under the little croco-saur’s tail. The size difference between the two meant that there was no way in hell for them to actually…do it, but they were getting remarkably close with the way that the tip of his cock kept ‘kissing’ the Totodile’s hole.

Stroke, nudge, stroke, nudge. One pull, one push, constantly getting more and more intense as the seconds ticked on. He had to lean his head back and bite his lips to not say or do anything, to keep himself from lashing out.

“Don’t…”

The Totodile pushed back, grinding its wet pucker against his cockhead. Obviously, the little guy wanted it inside, but that wasn’t going to happen. They were too different in size. That didn’t stop the little croco-saur from grinding on it like it was the best thing in the world, though. He could feel the pucker, the little wrinkles around that hole, grinding against the head of his cock in the best tease that he’d felt in a long time. More, more, more pressure kept getting put on, and the feet stroked him so nicely from either side –

“Ah…ah…”

He couldn’t stop it if he wanted to, and it was getting to the point where he really didn’t want to. This wasn’t his fault, this time. Totodile had started it. All he did was lay there, letting it happen.

This wasn’t…this wasn’t wrong. This wasn’t that sort of wrong.

The feeling of Totodile’s cock wet against his thighs wasn’t any worse, either. It was nice and warm, and though he knew that he’d need to take a quick swim outside to wash off the smell, it was a good feeling. At least it meant that the little guy was enjoying this, too.

Jared groaned, biting his lips as his cock throbbed that little bit more, some pre-cum oozing free, his shaft pulsing hard. His balls felt like they were slowly drawing up, too, getting ready to blow.

[i]Fuck…this is going…going to be big…[/i]

He huffed and puffed, then covered his mouth as the moan came. It would have echoed through the cave, and if there was anyone out there that was exploring around in the dark, he did [i]not[/i] want them to hear this.

“Mmmph…mmph…”

He panted as his cock twitched, feeling the soft spurt against the Totodile’s ass. The slippery hole got that much slicker, pressing back at him and almost – almost – taking his cock into the tight little orifice. If he hadn’t been paying attention, keeping his free hand near Totodile’s tail for just that sort of trick, he might have been made to fuck the little guy after all.

Instead, he managed to stop it before his cock could go in, holding Totodile at bay and keeping him limited to the leg-humping, thigh-grinding thing that he was doing.

“Ah…ah…”

He leaned his head back, rubbing his hand over his forehead. That had been…that had been all too pleasurable. He shouldn’t have let it happen, but it had started before he realized that it was happening in the first place. By the time that he’d recovered, his cock had been trapped between two powerful Pokémon feet, and trying to extricate himself…

[i]Who am I kidding? I let it happen because I wanted it…[/i]

The feeling of someone wanting him that badly was more than slightly flattering, and it was hard to get away from it. It was one thing that drew the ‘breeders’ into the illegal act as much as it did, as far as he had been able to figure out. Having someone that you had that much power over, someone that was that loyal to you, combined with the fact that they wanted you so much that you just [i]had to[/i] give it to them was an aphrodisiac and a half.

He wondered how guilty he should feel about this. It hadn’t been his choice, but he was the trainer, and he was the one that was supposed to be taking care of the little guy. He had managed to keep this from happening several times, but now…

Well, would he be able to stop it again? He didn’t know.

Totodile wiggled around again, leaning down and opening its mouth. He felt the soft prick of a tooth against his softening shaft, but it faded into the soft licks of an eager tongue shortly after. He groaned under his breath, letting his chin fall against his chest as the little guy licked him clean. It was a weird feeling, particularly as he could only get the tongue rather than a mouth, but it was still good in its own way.

Fumbling, Jared reached out as soon as the tongue was done. He guided Totodile back on his lap, and he pulled the little guy into a hug.

“You are a naughty thing…”

“Yep.”

“…”

Jared slowly pulled whatever was in his arms further away from him, tilting it to let the air and light from outside land on it. It looked like his Totodile, but he could have sworn that he heard it –

“Are you okay?” it asked.

“…”

“Master?”

“Are…you talking?”

“You can understand me?”

“I can understand you…I can…Oh…oh boy…”

Jared pulled his Pokémon back, as much to keep from dropping the little guy in pure shock as for any other reason. Talking. Talking Pokémon. That was something that he really, really, [i]really[/i] needed to figure out the rules of, and fast. If he wasn’t just hallucinating – which was entirely a possibility, considering the stress of the situation – then the little croco-saur had just talked to him. And that meant that he might be able to talk to other people, too.

“Are you okay? You’re acting weirder than usual.”

“You’re talking. Pokémon don’t usually…not the way that people understand, anyway.”

“Yeah, but you were figuring it out before.”

“That was body language, not…not spoken language or something like – how the hell did this happen?”

“I don’t know; I’m not doing anything different.”

This was so far above his paygrade that he honestly didn’t think he would be able to figure this one out, and it wasn’t like he could just call the people that were watching him. If they ever figured out that he had done something like this, it wouldn’t just be a violation of the rules. It’d be a violation of the deal that he was working under. All his freedoms would be rescinded like that, and he’d be tossed in a jail cell.

[i]Shit, shit, shit.[/i]

He pressed his head between his hands, trying to sort through the whole thing. There had to be something that he could do, something that might make this make sense. What had happened?

Well, he’d fucked his Pokémon, for one. That was something that was weird, but he’d never seen it cause a Pokémon to talk before.

Unless…

“Totodile?”

“Yes, Master?”

“That guy at the lab. The one that…taught you breeding.”

“Yeah, I remember him.”

“Did he ever give you anything? Take you somewhere, do something to you?”

“Besides breeding?”

“Yeah. Any treats or anything that he might have given you, or places that were different?”

“Well…he did take me to this lab one time. They had things in big glass tubes, things bigger than you. They glowed, too. It felt like they were looking into my head. They made me drink things, too.”

“What kind of things?”

“Bad tasting things? I don’t know. They didn’t tell me.”

That sounded like a lab that was studying Psychics, judging by the glowing eyes. He shook his head.

“When was this?”

“Um…just before Elm gave me to you?”

“You didn’t breed anymore between then and now?”

“No…why?”

[i]Because if that was a psychic lab, that might have been a way to start taking the experiments that the old group was doing to the next step. Not just breeding, but taking them in for bonding. Warp the mind, drug them a bit, and the Pokémon could be bonded closer than ever…[/i]

A shiver ran down his back. So far, it hadn’t seemed to have caused any difference, but he would keep an eye out. He had to learn the rules before anyone else learned what happened, or he was not just screwed. He was fucked.

“Master?”

“I’ll be okay.”

“You sure? Do you want me to…”

“No, no more.”

[i]Not right now,[/i] his libido said. He gave it the finger.

“Maybe get back in the ball? I have to think.”

“Okay, but…if you need me…”

“I’ll let you out again.”

As Totodile tapped the ball, he leaned his head back against the stone wall again. The storm was still raging, and that meant that he had time to think. More time to think than he honestly wanted to…and more fantasies running through his mind than he wanted to admit.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]