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[b][u][center]Pokémon Polyamory

Chapter 6: Fighting and Fangirls

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

Anal sex with a Water-type ended up being a lot cleaner than he expected. There wasn’t a sudden deluge at the end to worry about, as he had half-feared there would be, nor was there anything that happened during to kill the mood. The hardest thing was…well, honestly was the fact that he was getting his dick ridden by such a little guy.

Even now that it was over and done with, he barely had a chance to get over what had happened. He’d just had a Pokémon riding his cock. He had gone through with ‘breeding’ one of them, something that he had been sure that he would never do. How did he feel about that? He…he honestly wasn’t sure.

On the one hand, it had been clearly instigated and initiated by the little croco-saur laying at his side. Even though that was his seed oozing out of the little guy’s hole, he had only gone along with what was on offer. He hadn’t started it, and he had barely done more than a thrust or two while it was going on. Everything else had been down to Totodile being an eager little…eager little…

[i]He isn’t a slut. He’s just…warped.[/i]

He knew that this wasn’t what a normal Pokémon wanted. This wasn’t what anybody would normally want, to be some sort of sex toy for someone else. This took a lot of work to turn someone into that kind of thing, and he blamed whatever criminals had gotten their hands on the Pokémon team that Professor Elm had left lying around his laboratory. If it hadn’t been for those criminals, Totodile wouldn’t even know what breeding was, let alone what it meant to do it with humans.

A little shiver ran down his spine as Totodile clenched his butt, groaning softly to himself. The sight of a little more silver and white oozing from his pucker was both hot and a bit sickening at the same time. He didn’t want to want this, but even as he watched…

His cock twitched lightly, and he shoved it down against his leg. No. There was not going to be a round two.

[i]I just need to know what he knows…[/i]

That was what he kept telling himself, but he didn’t know if it was true. He had been more than willing to allow himself to be pleasured while it was going on. While Totodile had been ramming his little blue butt down, he had been…well, eager was definitely not too strong a word for it. He had been enjoying himself, wanting to take a more active hand. He had had to force himself not to reach for Totodile’s hips and drag him back for more during the process, and he doubted that he would have been able to resist if he had been somewhere more private.

More private. That reminded him.

The tree had kept them from being seen as the sun was going down, but if there were any trainers doing night training, this would not be the thing for them to see. Jared groaned as he got to his feet, pulling his pants up as he did, and pulled Totodile’s pokéball from his waist. The little guy barely had a chance to look at him before he zapped him back into the ball.

He groaned, his cock a bit raw from the size difference. Nobody ever talked about how much being of different sizes would screw with one’s ability to have ‘fun’ with someone, but fuck. That felt like it was going to rub his dick raw at times, and he wasn’t entirely sure that it hadn’t.

With Totodile back at his waist, however, he was able to make his way around the tree to…

Right. The nurse at the center hadn’t been too happy with him earlier. He was roughing it tonight. Jared sighed, making his way through the center of town. He considered going to the swaying tower on the north side of Violet City, but considering the way that it swayed back and forth, there was no way in hell that he was going to risk sitting near that. If it fell, he wanted to be some way away, thank you very much.

Instead, he went out east, heading outside of the city. The wild Pokémon had been cleared away from his earlier training, and he knew that there’d be a few safe places where he could lie down and get some sleep.

He found one almost immediately, right at the edge of one of the chunks of long grass. Jared sat down at the edge, by the ledge, and then slowly laid himself flat. He closed his eyes, and sleep came shortly after.

#

[i]“Ah, ah, ah.”

Jared saw himself as if from outside, but he could still hear himself. He was on top of something. On top of a Pokémon, he realized, one that was bigger than Totodile. Quite a bit bigger, for that matter.

His eyes widened as he floated about, seeing himself pumping his dick in and out of a…at first he thought it was some bigger version of Cyndaquil, but no. It was something of that evolutionary line, though, something with fire burning from its back, something that was…eagerly groaning for his dick.

His cheeks burned as he watched his own body hump away at the female, shivering as he felt a phantom pleasure as his body fucked and bred a Pokémon again. He tried to look away, but it was impossible. Something held him there. The dream? Or something in the dream?

[b]You are…different.[/b]

A voice? What in the –

[b]You are different from them…but with your own flaws…[/b]

Oh, there was definitely a voice, and this didn’t feel so much like a dream anymore. The world changed around him, and his body was no longer thrusting into a Pokémon. Instead, it just stood there, naked from the waist down, still hard, still throbbing. He blushed as he saw himself, trying again to look away, but there was something that held him still, something that kept him from doing that.

The world changed still, and soon, he saw himself standing in the middle of a facility. There were black metal walls all around him, walls that were marked with a B and an R along regular intervals. The floor was silver, the ceiling dotted with lighting strips, almost like it was designed to be as spooky as possible.

At several points, the hallways had windows in them, and those windows allowed one to look into the different labs built into the facility. He saw one that looked in on a Ponyta forcibly getting drained of its cum, seed milked through a breeding tube that automatically bobbed up and down on its shaft. Through another, he saw a Miltank restrained, being impregnated by artificial limbs and tubing.

And further on, he saw eggs. Eggs that were slowly swelling even as he watched, eggs that were getting heavier, rounder, wider.

[b]Azelea Town,[/b] the voice said. [b]They are…underneath…[/b]

The voice was fading slightly, becoming weaker. As it dissipated, so too did the dream. Jared tried to see who it was, swearing that he’d be able to see who it was if he could just turn around. There was a presence there, something that had to be responsible for this, that had to be able to explain it.

The pressure that held him still finally snapped, and he turned. There was a silhouette among the rocks, almost like something hidden in a cave –[/i]

#

He gasped, opening his eyes and staring at the ledge in front of him. Taking a moment to remember where he was, reminding himself that it would be dangerous to move too quickly, Jared gradually levered himself back to a seated position. It took some effort, but he did manage it.

The sun was up, which meant that he had slept through the night. Rubbing the back of his neck, he groaned as he looked towards the sky, then towards the city.

[i]Okay…that…that didn’t feel like a dream…[/i]

He had been around enough Psychics to know when someone was messing with his head, and this was definitely like that. Whether it was just a Drowzee causing a dream to eat or it had been a genuine reaching out, he didn’t know, but…

Azelea Town. That [i]was[/i] the next place that he was supposed to go, and he was to meet a guy named Kurt down there. Perhaps there’d be more answers on his next stop than he thought.

First, however, he needed to finish his work here. That meant beating Falkner, and to do that, he needed to have his team at full health. He’d need to take Totodile back to the Pokémon Center, and that meant letting him out for a quick clean. Reaching for his belt, he tapped the right ball, and Totodile bounced free.

“Wawawawa – wet!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You put me away wet and dripping, and it didn’t stop!”

Totodile immediately turned around and flashed its butt him, showing off the still-dripping seed. The guilty erection rose, and he groaned under his breath.

“Sorry. I was tired last night and didn’t think about it.”

“Well, think about it now! It was sexy, now it’s annoying.”

“Let’s get you a swim, huh? There’s a lake right over here.”

“Water. Give me wateeeeer!”

Totodile was already over the ledge, running for the lake shore. He shook his head and followed. At least this way, Totodile wasn’t going to get the nurse any more annoyed at him, nor get any angry calls to the police.

#

An hour later, he was back at the Pokémon Gym. Falkner must have guessed he was coming, because the field was cleared and nobody was waiting to stop him. The blue-haired gym leader stood at the edge of a wide arena, one that had no railing to keep the Pokémon on it from falling to the forest floor more than thirty feet below. Anyone that had a fall like that was going to end up with some injuries, no matter how tough they were.

Well, maybe not a Geodude, but anything else.

Jared walked up to the edge of the arena, one hand in his pockets, the other fluttering up and down along the different pokéballs on his belt. The last thing that he wanted to do was push his Pokémon into a fight like this, but that was the life of a trainer; he had to do this to maintain his cover.

Falkner stepped out from under the steel ‘roost’ that he had been resting beneath. Dressed in loose-wrapped clothes, his hair covered one eye, and he looked like someone that had just been blown about by a storm. Uncaring, though, so Jared supposed he was supposed to look ‘cool’ to the girls.

He rolled his eyes at the thought.

As Falkner finally met his eye, the gym leader held up one hand. The few people in the gym went quiet, and the only sound was the air rustling through the leaves around them.

“People say that you can clip Flying Pokémon’s wings with a jolt of electricity, that they will fall to the first rock thrown their way. Those that underestimate my Pokémon will find that they do not fall to the storm, but ride it, turn it, cause it. Are you ready for a battle, sir?”

“I guess,” Jared said with a shrug.

“…Are you ready to challenge the master of the skies?” Falkner said, raising his hand higher as if trying to drum up more drama.

Jared didn’t take the bait, shrugging again.

“…Are you here to fight or not?!”

“Hey, I’m just waiting for you to be done with the posturing, okay?”

“Posturing?!”

Rubbing the back of his head, he reached for Totodile’s ball. He tapped it, made it grow, and started tossing it up and down on the palm of his hand.

“We doing this or not?”

He had completely taken the wind out of Falkner’s sails, and the gym leader had been left a glaring, half-stuttering mess of his former self. There was not a small amount of pride to having done that, he had to admit. If they were going to make him do this, they might as well pay a bit of a price for saying stupid shit.

“I’ll show you! One on one, right now. Pidgeotto, go!”

“Fine with me. Totodile, if you would?”

They tossed their pokéballs at the same time, and the white lights that came free were almost blinding. Jared blinked through it, watching as his little croco-saur appeared on the grounded part of the arena. Pidgeotto, on the other hand, was already flying above it, darting through the skies, flying so high that it was little more than a dot.

It was still easy enough to follow, however. Jared could spot the flicker of its wings as it darted this way and that, having to stay low enough to hear its master’s voice. He watched it as it darted left, right, up, down.

“Where is it?” Totodile shouted.

For the first time, it had spoken in the middle of a crowd. Jared braced himself for the first shout of shock, but there was none. A little sigh of relief escaped him; he didn’t have to worry about Totodile getting someone else’s attention like that.

“Wait…wait…”

There was no point in using Water Gun just yet. Pidgeotto was way too far out of range, and he doubted that they’d even get it with a sprinkle. They had to wait, time it right. He tapped his fingers together as he watched the shimmering dot in the sky, knowing that there was only so long that Falkner would wait before –

“Are you going to give him a command or not?”

He dropped his gaze back to the gym leader, arching an eyebrow at the blue-haired trainer.

“Excuse me, but you’re the one with a Pokémon well out of range.”

“Well, you have to tell him what to do first.”

“…What is this, a turn-based fight?”

“…”

“Well, you go first.”

“Finally. Pidgeotto, tackle!”

[i]Finally.[/i]

He shook his head, watching as the dot turned more bird-shape the closer that it got to the gym again. It seemed to hiss in the wind as it picked up speed, and he wondered something. Cocking his head to the side, he looked back to Totodile.

“Uh…take a step to the right.”

The little guy did just as he was told, and –

BONK!

The high-speed bird banged beak-first against the arena floor. It didn’t quite knock itself out – which was something of an achievement – but it wobbled badly as it took to the air again, almost losing height as soon as it started turning in the air. Its wings were barely in sync, and it bobbed up and down with an obvious case of dizziness.

Falkner, of course, was just about ready to lose his shit. He stood with his hands pressed to the side of his head, his mouth hanging open.

“What…the hell…”

“What, did you expect him to just sit there and take it?” Jared asked.

“But…but that’s how it’s supposed to…”

“…Seriously? This is what I was worried for?”

“Don’t count him out yet! Pidgeotto has been with me for a long time; he’s still got more fight in him.”

“Yeah, kinda more concerned about his beak than his fight…”

“Shut up! Pidgeotto, sand attack.”

“Yeah…Totodile, turn that to mud, would you? Water Gun.”

The bird and the croco-saur attacked at the same time, and the results were rather predictable. As soon as Pidgeotto started kicking up sand with hard flaps of its wings, it started to lose altitude. It was already hanging a bit low, but that put it perfectly in range of Totodile’s water blast.

It cut right through the sand and hit the bird right on the schnozz, and that was more than enough to end the battle right there. Pidgeotto went spinning head over talons, its wings going limp as it started plummeting to the ground below. It fell more than halfway down before Falkner finally got his head out of his ass and called it back.

Jared smiled. That…was honestly easier than he had expected. A lot easier, for that matter.

[i]If this is how gym leader battles go, I’m kinda surprised that it’s so hard for people to get badges. I mean…seriously. Turn-based battles? Fighting each other head-on over and over and over again?[/i]

Then again, this was the first gym, and Falkner didn’t strike him as the sort of guy that would be that good at managing his team, making sure that they were doing what they were supposed to. Perhaps there was more of a challenge further down the line.

He didn’t like challenges. He’d like them to be stupid like this.

Before he could ask for his badge, though, the arena filled with a different sort of white light. Jared shaded his face, staring through his fingers as Totodile started to glow.

“Oh yayayaya! Finally! I knew this would – oh yeah, this is gonna be so awesooooooooooooome!”

The croco-saur’s giggling and happy sounds were soon consumed with a rhythmic pulsing as the light flared brighter, the smaller shape of the Totodile starting to expand, growing a bit taller, a bit thicker. He was getting a more muscled build beneath that glowing light, and Jared stared in shock.

[i]Evolving? Already?[/i]

He knew that they’d done a fair bit of training, but he hadn’t thought that they’d pushed it that far, that fast. He thought that there was still a fair bit to do in the wild…unless…

[i]Oh god, did he count the…[/i]

Oh, fuck, if they counted the sex as an ‘encounter’ between Totodile and another Pokémon, then that was just not fair. That had to be a hell of a challenge for the little guy, something worth a fair bit of experience points. And that wasn’t just him calling his dick a challenge, that was a [i]challenge.[/i]

[i]…Oh, shit, what if the Pokémon getting ‘bred’ are getting experience like this, too?[/i]

That was a shiver-inducing thought, and not one that he wanted to pursue right then.

The light faded, and where Totodile had stood was a Croconaw. He had never seen one before, but the briefing that the…organization…that had sent him out here had given him had included some of the likely things that he’d end up finding. The evolved form was larger than Totodile by over a foot and a half, and while that was still a bit small, it left him feeling slightly less guilty when the round-jawed Pokémon continued to dance and wiggle around. Definitely some playfulness left there.

Shaking his head, Jared held out the pokéball. The red light called his Pokémon back, and he walked around the edge of the arena. Falkner was still staring at his pokéball, almost as if he couldn’t believe that he’d lost.

[i]That is going to get annoying…[/i]

People lost fights. That was just part and parcel with life. Even the ones that were really good at fighting could lose from time to time, either due to bad luck or from finding a stronger fighter out there. More to the point, finding someone that wasn’t stupid enough to fight head-on…

The more that he thought about it, though, the more annoyed he was. It wasn’t even that Falkner was groaning at having lost, it was the fact that he had tried to keep the fight going even after his fucking bird had taken a serious head injury. Worse, Falkner wasn’t even rushing the thing to the Pokémon Center. He was just standing there, like the world was collapsing around him.

[i]Fucking…[/i]

His fingers curled into a fist, one that he hurriedly shoved into his pocket. No, no. He didn’t need to have the cops called on him because he started another fight. That had gone bad enough last time, and people didn’t look so sympathetic this time.

[i]Just get the damn badge, then get the fuck out.[/i]

It took the whole time for him to circle the arena for Falkner to get back to his feet, brushing his hair back as if he was as unconcerned as ever. Jared still wanted to punch his lights out, particularly as he said:

“My dad’s Pokémon…Well, that’s alright.”

“…What?”

“You won, and that means that you get –”

“Buh-buh-buh.” He held up a finger. “Hold it. Just…fucking hold it. Your [i]dad’s[/i] Pokémon?”

“…Yes?”

“And you’re just…what, going to stand there and talk when one of them took a fucking concussion?”

“I have a certain dignity that I have to maintain. And besides –”

“Fuck dignity. Do you want that bird to be suffering brain damage?”

“Do you want your badge?”

“You can walk and – you know what, come on.”

He grabbed the long-haired, pompous dick by the arm and started pulling him along. There was a complaint – probably because of the way that he was squeezing Falkner’s arm [i]way[/i] harder than he needed to – but he didn’t listen, dragging him along. He held out his hand.

“Badge.”

“What?”

“Gimme the badge.”

“But there’s a –”

“Badge.”

“You are without a doubt –”

“Baaaaaaaaaaadge.”

“FINE!”

“Thaaaaaank you,” Jared said, tucking it away as soon as he had it in his hand. “And now you, get the fuck to the Pokémon Center.”

“But what about –”

“Get there before I throw you over there!”

#

He didn’t exactly get out of town unscathed after that. Jared had just enough time to get to the Poke-Mart before he had a ton of crazy fangirls on his tail. He had to beat feet to get out of there fast enough to keep his head on his shoulders, and they were all shouting for [i]his[/i] head after the humiliation that he leveled on the gym leader. He barely managed to get out of the city before they could catch him, and even then, he had to hide in the long grass to avoid getting caught by some of the ones on bikes.

As he sheltered in the long grass, he laid his head against the ground, huffing and puffing as he struggled to catch his breath. It had been a hell of a rush getting away from the city without getting mowed down, but now…well, now at least he knew where he was going.

Going south from here would keep him on the route to Azelea Town, as far as the Poke-Mart employee had been able to tell him. He’d have to pass through some rough terrain and go underground for part of the trip – there was some sort of tunnel through the mountains to get there – but after that, he’d be right as rain. There was even a Pokémon center just before the mountain itself, if he needed to heal everyone up, so he felt pretty confident.

The only thing that he needed to worry about were the mad fangirls, and perhaps a few trainers on the way. Then again, now that he’d evolved Totodile…

He smiled to himself as he realized that he’d actually done a good thing. Not just in the way that he had helped his Pokémon grow, but the fact that he had helped the little guy turn into something bigger, stronger, more powerful. No more manhandling for Totodile – no, Croconaw, now…

[i]Hmmm…maybe I should give the little guy a name. Hell, ask if he has one, for that matter.[/i]

But that was for later, when he was sure that they weren’t going to be interrupted. He knew that the fangirls would be going back to the city eventually, that the bike patrol would leave off before long, but until then, he was better off on his own.

With no sign of the girls on foot coming his way, he gradually pushed himself back to his feet. The grasses shivered with other Pokémon further back, but he ignored them for now, making his way south.

The first thing he saw was a trainer that was standing between him and the road south. Unlike what he had seen making his way up from Cherrygrove, this one was pressed right into the narrow passage that was the only way south. He swore that the older, round-bellied man was flicking his eyes sideways again and again, almost like he was hoping for Jared to cross his line of sight for a challenge.

[i]Oh, fuck you. Fuck you in particular.[/i]

He might not be able to bring Croconaw out just yet, but he could bring out another Pokémon. He tossed Pidgey’s ball to the ground, and called for a sand attack.

That was more than enough to get him past the stranger, blinding him and leaving Jared in the clear. He threw himself to the grass on the far side of the attack, and by the time the sand cleared, he might as well have been invisible.

[i]And why people don’t just do that is beyond me…[/i]

Shaking his head, he crept through the long grass, making his way south as slowly and carefully as he dared. There was another trainer up ahead, and he didn’t want to use the same trick twice. After all, he might have to actually battle someone, and he didn’t want to tire all of his Pokémon out.

As a matter of fact, he called Pidgey back. There was no need to reveal himself as he crawled through the long grass, no need to make it more obvious where he was. He could make it further south on his own.

#

Jared groaned as he dragged himself back to his feet, his jacket and shirt completely stained green after the long crawl through it. Nobody had seen him save for the Pokémon that he passed by, but even they had given him some weird looks. For a while, he’d even had a little swarm of Ekans following him, slithering on either side of him like they were playing a game with him.

It had been rather cute, actually, and when he stopped, they stopped. When he crawled, they slithered. When he reached out and patted one, they had all come slithering in for pets themselves.

In fact, he felt something slithering in the arm of his jacket still.

Jared reached down, pulling the sleeve of his jacket and stretching it, and a little purple and yellow face peered out at him from inside. Shaking his head, he lowered his arm to the ground, giving it a gentle nudge.

“Come on. Out you go.”

The Ekans hissed softly, and if anything, it seemed to try and slither backwards. Its body wasn’t very good at that, though, and it only bunched itself up further against his arm. Jared groaned.

“What, you want a trainer? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Ekannnns.”

It poked its head out a bit, just enough to rest the top of its head against his palm, and then managed to pull itself back into his sleeve.

“Really? Are you at least going to come out to get in a pokéball?’

It poked its head out again, even further this time, looking at him with a smile as if to go ‘really, you mean it?’ He groaned.

“Fine, fine. Just…come out and I’ll catch you.”

He was almost surprised that it did what it was told, but then again, things had been going strangely for him ever since he arrived in Johto. Jared had always had a bit of a hand for Pokémon, getting them to do what he wanted, but this was the first time that he had ever had them just…obey. He hoped that it didn’t have anything to do with the dream that he’d had, but you never knew.

As the Ekans pushed its snout right against the ball, it disappeared in a glow of red and white light. He shook his head, putting the ball back to his belt, and he looked down the road.

Route 32 had opened up, giving him a view of the water off to the east as well as the rest of the road that led up to the mountain. He could see the slight curve in the road that probably led around to the cave entrance, and he could just make out the sign of the Pokémon Center, as well. He hadn’t needed it getting this far, but at least he’d made it this far without running into –

The clickity-clicks of the bicycles caught his ears, but it was too late. He whipped around to see the fangirls bearing down on him, and his eyes went wide.

“Get him!”

“Oh, shi-”

#

When the girls were done, he was bruised, beaten, and more than slightly penniless. Anything that he had left for cash had been stripped from him, and the girls were riding off with cruel smirks and crueler laughs. Jared rolled over, staring up at the sky.

“This is why I hate people.”

They were stupid, they were easily pissed off, and they didn’t know how to solve anything without beating someone else. Of course, he included himself in that particular collection; he’d beaten a lot of people up, too. He just generally didn’t hop on a bike and chase them down to do it.

At least, not anymore.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly pulled himself upright, sitting up in the long grass. The pokéballs on his hips were shaking slightly, almost as if his Pokémon knew that he wasn’t doing so well. He rested his hand over them, shaking his head.

“We’ll be fine. Just heading down to the Center now…”

Groaning as he got up and feeling more than a few twinges through his ribs, Jared turned towards the Center, hoping that they had some medicine for humans, too. He was going to need it today.

“Hey, you. Time to –”

“Say one more word and I’m using one of your pokéballs as a ball gag,” he muttered as he limped by the trainer on approach.

“…”

“Thought so.”

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