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Pokephilia Story - Love has No Bounds

An Embrace on St. Valentine's

By J.C. Solis

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Though it was still Winter Time and the snow was still falling, there was now a warmth in the air as the arrival of a special holiday was on the horizon. The feelings of love and compassion were floating around as lovers and sweethearts were preparing to get their significant other a gift for the holiday to come. Stores would be sold out of candies as People and Pokemon would be buying chocolates by the bushel and flower shops would be sure to be sold out of flowers.

St. Valentines day was only two weeks away, and on the 14th of February the whole of the Daegar Region would bask in the warmth of romance.

But on this day, the 1st of February, was not yet the festive day, and not a festive day at all for the grieving heart of Justin Solis, the son of pastor Apolinar Cristian Solis of the Church of Arceus. And just a few days ago, the late pastor and father to Pastor Apolinar had breathed his last in the hospital. His battle to remain alive while on critical life support was futile. Now, the young Silph Co Engineer was to carry the casket which contained the corpse of his dead grandfather, who had passed on the morning of the 30th of January. Now, the young man would have to do this one last thing for his beloved grandfather.

The funeral was full of crying and mourning as the four coffin bearers carried the steel coffin to its final resting place. The four people to carry it to the podium included Jason Kitchener, Pastor Apolinar's older brother Carmelo Solis, Richard Castellanos, a family friend of Apolinar's, and the grieving grandson himself. Justin's family was at the front row and waiting for him to walk forwards with the casket, and so were his dear friends Saria and Kiara along with their pokemon. There was a heaviness throughout the whole service, as everyone showed signs of grief at the passing of the great man now in the casket. And he was indeed a great man whom everyone knew and admired.

John Antonio Solis succumbed to the complications that came with having Type 2 diabetes. He was a Pastor just like son--in fact, Pastor Apolinar chose to follow in his father's footsteps. Pastor John was a cherished member of the community and a proud servant of Arceus. He loved his family and hoped that they would know happiness. He especially was fond of Justin, as the two would often have pokemon battles and test each other's battle prowess, with the late pastor more often than not being the victor. But what was curious about the Pastor was his type of pokemon, which consisted of Dark types. One such pokemon was, of all things, a Darkrai whom the Pastor cherished as a good friend. The Darkrai's name was Luke and was a constant companion to the elderly man--which was incredibly strange, since Darkrai were known to be solitary creatures due to their inate ability to cause nightmares. Luke was with Jane Ophelia Solis, the wife of the pastor. She was with the rest of her adult children and some of her grandchildren. The women were showing some form of tear shedding and letting out everything from slight sobs to outright wails of grief.

Justin didn't want to be in that sort of crowd, and when he and Jason laid the casket in front of the pulpit they went to take a seat with their friends. Kiara and Saria were ready to soothe the pain of their dear friend, and so was his pokemon partner Livia the Gardevoir. But for some reason, Justin could not cry. He was in a state of emptiness and hollowness. Despite suffering greatly from anxiety and depression, he just simply could not grieve. Yet ironically, he grew stressed because of the fact that he couldn't grieve. He wanted to shed tears. He wanted to feel something akin to the pain of the rest of his family, but nothing came of it.

His partner, Livia, could sense this, and so she clutched his hands and brought him close to her in a sort of embrace. The Embrace Pokemon was doing all she could to bring comfort to her trainer. She knew deep down her master was in a lot of pain. She could fell with her chest horn all the sorrow that was building in his heart, and she wasn't going to allow it to consume him.

Pastor Apolinar came to the pulpit, and so he prepared himself to give the Eulogy. The pastor put on a brave face as he had given many eulogies throughout his life, and some of them to close friends and relatives. But even from afar, Livia could sense that the pastor was holding back the loss in his heart. This was, by far, the most mournful eulogy that the pastor had given, and it so also be the most memorable.

"I... I..." The Pastor's sadness was affecting his usual gift with words, but he eventually regained his composure. "I am thankful to everyone for showing up. I know this would mean a lot to my late father that all of you are here to send him off. Today, People of Lakeshire Town, we gather on a sad day of mourning on this Morning of Requiem for my father. He was a great man, and a cherished member of the community. I just hope that the pain that he had suffered will be put at bay, and now that he is in The Horizon with the great ones, may he now-"

Justin couldn't bear to listen to his Dad. But despite the despair that came with listening to the eulogy, he still could not shed a tear. Maybe it was shock to see his grandfather die. Maybe it was because he remembered that his grandfather said that didn't want his family to cry for him after he died, and so carry on with their lives. He remembered how his Grandfather said that he didn't want his family to mourn him too much upon his passing. He said those words of encouragement just days before his death, knowing fully well that his end was near. He wanted them to carry on with their lives. Maybe Justin's subconscious was carrying out his grandfather's last wish.

And he wasn't the only member of his family to mourn. His older siblings, oldest sibling Jane and older brother Louis, had traveled from their homes elsewhere in Daegar to attend the funeral. And most of Justin's family on his father side had shown up for the funeral, and they were all in some form of grief or another. But he didn't want to be around them. It wasn't that he didn't like his family--he was actually quite fond of them. It was just that the atmosphere that his family had made him feel uncomfortable, and it wouldn't keep his mind calm.

Already, Justin was hearing voices. He wanted to pop on his earphones and listen to his MP3 player, but knew that was disrespectful. But he needed a way to relax, to find peace of mind. He couldn't just sit there and let his mind continue to go wild. Already he was suffering from a pounding headache, and the cacophony of jumbling audio in his head continued to grow louder. There was a voice calling his name, another berating him, another asking him questions and so on. The shadows on the ground began to dance around almost seeming like they're coming alive and taking on a life of their own. The hallucinations continued to get worse, and the man could hardly take it anymore. He wanted to jump up and run, to flee and hide, to go somewhere far away from the funeral and find a place where the hallucinations would not find him--even though he knew that they would always go wherever he went.

Livia sensed his brainwaves go off the chart. She knew that he was suffering. Despite the calm and stoic face he gave, she knew that he was going through terrible mental strain. She hugged him and placed her head on his shoulder, and it seemed to do the trick. His mind calmed down, but things were still not okay. Justin looked at his pokemon and wrapped his arm around her. He needed some comfort, and the only person to give him peace was right next to him.

"And so," Pastor Solis concluded the sermon, "this is the end of a magnificent life. In the end, Death comes for us all, no matter how we live our lives. But the memories we create, in the form of the people around us, live on. And our legacies will never be forgotten. My father's legacy carries through me and my family, and I hope that my father is looking down at us from the heavens with a smile on his face and with the blessings of the Alpha's grace. I thank you all for coming during these mournful times, and I hope that when St. Valentine's day comes in two weeks that you will all rekindle the love you have for those whom you care. Amen."

And with that, the people stood from their seats and walked to the grieving family, giving their condolences to the widowed Ophelia and once more complementing the Pastor's way with words. Justin stood from his chair and went to meet with his family and receive the condolences from the mourners. He still felt rather lost, as his mind still felt the bombast of the million and one voices. He felt like screaming, to voice his pain and at last find relief in that. His face however was blank and empty, as though his mind was too preoccupied with shutting the voices than forming facial expressions. Pastor Solis came down to talk, but he noticed how his youngest son's face had tinges of strain and a hidden tension that was still visible. He knew his son was undergoing deep pain, and so he tried consoling him.

"Son," began Pastor Solis, "are you okay? You're looking kinda funny. Are you hurt from the processions? I understand how difficult this must be for you."

Justin continued on with his emotionless gait, still not sure how to respond to him. He hoped to find relief soon, and the sweet relief from how tense his mind had become.

"Oh honey, you've must have gone through so much today," said Mother Mary. "I know this must have been so hard for you. If you want to leave, that's fine. I just don't want you to feel bad."

"I'm fine," Justin finally spoke. "I can stay a while longer if you want. But I hope you don't mind, but I kinda want to sit alone for a while and gather my thoughts."

"That is ill advised," said a voice from behind. Luke the Darkrai walked over, as he had been watching Justin unravel. He could sense his master's grandson's emotions, and he wanted to offer some advice. "Pain should never be treated with solitude. Solitude is not good for a man with a grieving heart and with a breaking mind. Try to stay with those who are close to you, for they are the ones who can help soothe your sufferings."

The young man looked on, not knowing what to think. He knew Luke was right, but he also couldn't stand his feelings, his situation. He just didn't want to be in the funeral anymore. He couldn't bear feeling so much tension and yet not being able to cry.

"I just want to go home," he said. "I need to take my medicine and a painkiller. My mind still feels wracked by all this tension."

Pastor Solis and Mother Mary knew that there was nothing they could do. Their son was not feeling well, and so allowed him to return home. Justin left with Livia, though his friends wanted to tag along. He said he wanted to go alone, but his friends knew better.

"You're not looking too good, Justin," said Saria. "Just let us help you."

"Yeah. We just want you to be alright," added Kiara.

"Bro, you can't hide from us. I can see it in your face," said Jason. "Let's just walk you over to you place, at least. I don't like seeing you down in the dumps, and all that shit."

The three friends and their pokemon walked Justin and Livia home, hoping that nothing too serious would come of this. His house was not too far, and it was a rather nice looking house with a white columned front porch and a u-turn driveway. In all honesty, the house looked more like a mansion than the humble abode of a humble holy-man, but there was nothing else in the front of the house that demonstrated wealth or splendor. Justin and Livia walked up the porch, with the man digging into his pockets to try and find the keys. Once he got them out he turned around to face his friends. His face had not changed at all, but he was still thankful that they had joined him.

"Thanks for walking me over here, guys. I don't think I could've made it back here on my own. I was feeling kinda dizzy there for a second."

"You know we're here to help, Justin. I just hope you're feeling better," said Saria worriedly.

"Yeah. You seemed kinda out of it," added Kiara.

Jason just stood there and thought for a moment, and then he came up with an idea.

"I know what'll cheer you up," he began. "How bout I go to the mart and come back with a box of Oranguru Bortus' Alolan Ale? I think a cold brew'll perk you back up."

The rest of the friends only groaned, seeing that Jason had come up with a somewhat terrible idea.

*conk* "Ow! What the hell was that for, Camilla!?"

"You don't think, Dumb dumb, that alcohol will make Justin feel even worse?"

Justin snickered slightly at the slap-stick from his friends. He could always count on Jason and Camilla to make light of a situation. "It's fine, Camilla," said Justin with a slight smile. "I kinda am in the mood for a brew. I guess I'll wait for you two come back with the suds."

"You know it, Justin bro," pepped Jason.

"Will you be alright here at home?" wondered Saria. "You weren't looking too good over at the funeral. I hope you weren't in too much pain."

"Yeah," added Kiara. "Hang in there, buddy. I know that what you're going through is tough. I just want you to be alright."

At this, Justin turned around to open the door. He didn't want to talk anymore, but Livia certainly did. She came forwards to assure the friends that he was in good hands.

"I'll be watching over my master closely," assured the Gardevoir. "This has been an incredibly sad day for him and his family, so I'll be working to help him heal."

And with that, the large, oafish man and his Gardevoir entered the home and waved good-bye to their friends. Jason would be coming back in a bit with the beer while Justin would try to find a moment to relax and unwind. He closed the door and turned to face the living room of the mansion. Just like the outside, there wasn't too much extravagance it the living room, though the furniture was fine quality and some appliances, like the flat screen LED TV, certainly looked pricey. But Justin was in no mood to watch TV. The stairs were in front of him, and he climbed them to reach his room. The door to his room had a poster of with the letters KRU posted on them, which stood for Kalos Regional University. Lumiose City's Prism Tower was plaster on the poster; this was a place of such fond memories, where the man went to get his education.

Justin and Livia walked into their room and closed the door. All that the man wanted to do was to try and calm down and regather his strengths. He laid upon his bed and closed his eyes, hoping that the cacophony would die down and allow him a moment of respite. His head was still spinning, and his head still hurt from a dull headache.

"Are you alright, Master?" wondered Livia. "I can sense the pain you're in. Are you going to take your medicine right now?"

"Yeah...I will," said Justin with a strained voice. "And, you know I don't like it when you call me 'Master'. But I do kinda want a water bottle. I know I got one here, but its warm and I want something cold to drink. Do you think you can go to the kitchen and get me a soda from the fridge, Livia?"

"Certainly," agreed the Gardevoir, "but when I come back, I want to see you better. I don't like seeing you like this, and it hurts me dearly."

"I will," said Justin with a slight smile. "I promise."

And with that, the Gardevoir left the room and went for the kitchen, from where she would get him his drink. She got a can of cola from the fridge, but before she reached the stair the front doorbell rang. With her powers she sensed who it was, and opened the door to let in Jason and Camilla.

"Sup, Livia," pepped Jason, who was carrying a crate full of beer in his hand. "I got the brews, and I'm sure this'll perk him up alright."

"Is Justin alright?" wondered Camilla. "Is good buddy relaxing or taking a snooze or something?"

"He's taking a rest," recounted Livia. "I left him to recover his strengths. He'll be glad to see you two again, and even more with some alcohol."

The three went up the stairs, hoping to see Justin on his bed. But Livia noted something wrong. Already there were sounds of loud groans coming from his room as they approached, and there was even the sounds of scuttling. They wondered what could be going on, so Livia went ahead and opened the door.

To her shock and horror:

"OH ARCEUS!!" she screamed as she rushed inside.

Jason and Camilla saw this and were startled. They wondered what could have freaked out the Gardevoir so much, and so they ran for the door. And it was then that they saw why she freaked. Justin was contorting and trembling, his body seeming to come alive with eletricity as his hands clutched his bed sheets and his mouth began to froth. On the floor to the side of his bed was a spilled pill bottle and a water bottle with its liquid also spilled. The man was now screaming, his mind breaking apart into billions of fragments as Livia used Heal Pulse to try and restore her trainer back to normal.

Jason dropped the crate of beer to the floor and rushed to his friend's aid.

"JUSTIN!!!" bellowed the man as he went to shake his friend. "For Arceus sakes, Bro, wake up!" When that didn't work, he then pulled out his phone. "Hang in there! I'm calling an ambulance!"

And so, Justin lay on bed and continued his spasms and trembles. But soon, after a while he stopped trembling and his eyes closed, his body now remaining completely still. His mind, as a self preservation method, had shut down. He could barely think, couldn't move and couldn't speak. He was in a sort of haze that filled his mind with a fog that wouldn't go away. It was a sensations of almost true nothingness as his mind had shattered into so many uncountable fragments. The only thing his brain continued doing was to keep him alive, but other than that there was nothing else. He didn't do anything except exist, and even then he didn't know what he was existing for.

But, judging from the spilled pills on the floor, there was the real danger that he may have overdosed. Soon, the wails of sirens could be heard off in the distance coming in, and the three friends could only watch as the life was fading from their dear friend. And so, the sadness and pain from mourning carried on through this moment. It wasn't clear if this was a suicide attempt or if it was simply an accidental overdose, but the situation was becoming dire. The man lay quiet on his bed as his friends tried keeping him alive. All the while, his mind floated around as he continued to feel nothing. There was suffering, there was grief, and there was a state of mind that was almost incomprehensible.

It was something no one understood... not even Livia...

Justin began to stir from his sleep. His head was pounding even harder, and his mind was not yet out of its haze. He could already hear the voices and stirring of people who were around him, even though he was still too weak to open his eyes. He just laid there on his bed, wondering where he was and what he had done. He tried to remember the moments that lead to this, that lead to him being in this state. It was something that he felt profoundly, and it was a pain that simply would not go away, even with his eyes shut and his mind in a state of stasis.

"Justin..." said a voice off in the distance. "Please Justin... Wake up."

The voice sounded a bit mournful, almost like a sob even. It sounded so familiar, so close and dear to him. He wondered who it was. But slowly he began to build back his strength. He needed to find it in him to open his eyes and see where he was, and who the voice who was calling out to him belonged to.

"Justin... *sob* Please..."

Justin opened his eyes slowly to a green and white clad figure who laid her head on the side of his bed. He opened his eyes further and further, clearly seeing a hospital room and his bed being surrounded by those close to him. His father looked at him with a forlorn face. His mother's eyes were bloodshot and with tears. Jason and Camilla had the epitome of worry on their face on seeing their close friend unconcious on the bed. And last but not least was Luke the Darkrai, who looked at him directly in the eyes as he opened them even further. Justin let out a groan as he tried to lift himself up from bed. But both of his hands were chained to the side of the bed with a handcuffs, with an IV tube coming out of his right arm. He was alive, but his woes were not over yet.

Livia heard his groan and immediately jumped on top of him in glee.

"Justin!" she shrieked joyfully. "Oh Arceus, I was so worried for you!"

Justin only smiled slightly and allowed himself to be wrapped by his pokemon's arms.

"How are you doing, son?" asked Pastor Solis. "Are you feeling any better?"

"I hope you had a nice nap," said Luke coldly. "You worried your family to death with this. Did you not think of the pain you'd cause?"

"That's enough, Luke. I don't think berating him is necessary."

Justin looked at his family and friends with regret. He didn't mean to make them fret so much. "I just want to be clear... I didn't try to end my own life. When I got into my Panic Attack, I lost control of myself. I... I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't see how much of my own medicine I took." His head bent downward, his heart beating with guilt. "I'm... I'm sorry."

"You may be sorry," said a voice off to the side, "but the state is hoping to take a few days to verify that." And so entered an Officer Jenny along with a man in a white doctor's coat.

"You've been ordered to commitment to a Mental Institute for further analysis," said the man in the long coat. "The state wants to check up on you even further.

"What?!" shrieked Justin. "Is that why I'm handcuffed to this damned bed?"

"Officer Jenny," began Pastor Solis, "I know that the handcuffs were to keep Justin from hurting himself, but is admission truly necessary?"

"This is the Department of Mental Health's decisions, not mine Pastor Solis."

"But Justin suffers from Schizophrenia! He needs nurturing and care, not being locked up in some institute like a caged animal. He'll only get worse over there!"

"We assure you that He will be taken good care of," said the white coated man. "He'll be sent to the Daegar Institution of Mental Rehabilitation for a minimum of Three Days while psychologists analyze his mental faculties. He'll be watched after well."

"Bullshit!" blurted out Jason. "Justin was sent to that loony bin years ago, and he came out worse than he is now. My bro will be given a reason to commit suicide if he goes to that fucking shit hole."

"Jason, calm down! There's no need to get violent," urged the Pastor. But despite his calm looking face, the Pastor turned around to give the doctor a stern warning. "What Jason said was true, however. My son went there many years ago, and the state he was in was absolutely deplorable. The patients bullied him and the medical staff gave him little attention and aid. If I hear of another incident like that again, or if he comes out wanting to kill himself like before, then so Arceus help me I will take you all to court!"

The doctor and police officer stiffened. The Pastor rarely showed anger, but when he did he showed a rancor with conviction towards his threats. Justin looked at his family and at his friends. He expected this to happen, but at the same time he knew that his situation was becoming dire. The deep state of woe he was developing had been getting worse. His grandfather's death was a catalyst, but his woe had been growing long before his grandpa was sent to the hospital. He tried to look on the bright side of things; maybe a stay over at Daegar Mental Health will be beneficial. Maybe the doctor's and therapists can help improve his mental faculties. But his hope was rather unfounded. The last time he came from there, he almost committed suicide for real.

And all of this comes from the fact that Justin's mental illness was strong and ill tempered.

The young man suffered from a severe case of Schizophrenia, and though the illness has died down over time it has caused him great emotional pain. He developed it during his early teenage years when his High School psychologist noticed how off his behaviors were. He'd laugh without warning, complain of hearing disconnected voices and seeing strange shadows dance around, and he'd often lose his sense of reality--with his face becoming blank as he lost track of where exactly he was at. At age Seventeen he was officially diagnosed with having Schizophrenia, and it was during this time that his mental acuity began to collapse.

Justin suffered a major mental breakdown, and unable to cope with the voices and from suffering heavy hallucinations he attempted to take his own life. By Daegar law he was then sent to the Daegar Institution of Mental Rehabilitation to be watched over. But the experience, rather than helping him, actually scarred him and his mind with the terrible treatment of staff and being around other people who were as bad, if not worse, than he was. He'd eventually get out after spending three weeks being closely monitored, but he came out of the mental hospital a broken man. But Justin, over time, built a strong mind and developed the urge to carry on.

He went to Kalos Regional University and, with the help of his friends, lived a successful college life. He graduated as an Engineer in Electronics and Mechanical Engineering, and he has since put that degree to good use. Justin would go on to have success in his life, but one thing that never changed would be the struggle to carry on with life. He always suffered from the pain of his illness. He'd often times have hallucinations and breaks with his reality. Sometimes he'd even have Anxiety Attacks out in public, and he had two of them occur at school.

But the worst part was, by far, when he became deranged.

Though this only happened twice in his whole life, Justin did have a Total Mental Shutdown happen to him. This was when he'd completely lose his sense of reality and his own sense of self, rambling on whatever got into his head, speaking in a loose, flappy tongued voice and behaving completely unlike himself. This only happened twice before, and he hoped it would never happen again. But Justin felt himself hyperventilate as his mind began to feel an intense strain. His heart began to beat harder and faster. His arms and legs felt tingly as they began to tremble. His eyes began to water as tears began to drip. His breathing was becoming hard and shallow, as though his lungs were desperate for air.

And worst of all, his mind was losing touch with his reality.

"Justin. Is something wrong?" asked Pastor Solis as he saw his son start to look strange.

"Master?" said Livia. "Are you alright? I can sense your mind going out of control."

And his mind indeed was going out of control.

"Oh me?" said Justin, his voice contorted and his face looking wry. "You're worried... worried about me..."

Pastor Solis was starting to get nervous. He had seen this happen before, and it was something he had hoped to never see again.

"Justin... I need you to relax."

"Relax? Why relax? How can I relax, Dad, when I'm being taken away? Taken to the Happy Home. Taken to an Arceus blessed please to heal. Now that sounds wonderful. To heal. Heal, heal."

"Justin bro," began Jason. "You're kinda freaking me out, man. Try to chill out."

"Chill? Chill out, now that I'm like this, getting emotional and being sent away?!" said Justin, a tinge of anger building on his face. At this moment, he exploded into complete hysteria. "I've been trying to be chill for the past SEVER FUCKING YEARS!!! I've tried so hard to be chill! I could never be chill! I even hate being chill, cause it doesn't turn out like it is in my head!"

Justin, in a fit of mania, lunged forward, the only things stopping him being the handcuffs on his wrists. But even still, the oafish man was tugging hard and pulling on his restraints. The bed began to crack, not being able to withstand the force of a large and powerful man pulling forwards with all his might. The Pastor and Jason went forwards to restrain Justin, hoping to calm him down and keep him from hurting himself. All the while, Justin screamed and shouted to be let loose, to not send him away, and even for the people around him to love him. But it seemed that Luke was having enough. He walked forwards and confronted the crazed man, hoping to reason with him before having to get physical.

"Justin," said Luke in a darkly voice. "I know you are in pain. But we all need you to calm down. Your grandfather would not want this. He'd want you to be calm."

Even still, Justin was still manic, but it seemed that Luke hit a nerve which caused him to at last stop. "Gramps wanted me to do lots of things," said Justin in a softer voice. "And now he's dead. Now he's gone, and I'll never be able to show him how much I love him again..."

But then the man went manic again, pulling at his restraints while screaming to be let loose. He seemed completely inconsolable and out of his mind. At this point, Luke had enough. If Justin would not calm down by himself, then he would simply have to be put down.

"I don't want to do this, Justin, but you've left me no choice," he said as he lifted his arm at him. "I'm sorry, but this is the only way."

Livia, however, noticed this, and she wasn't about to let her master fall into Dark Void.

"NO!!!" she screamed, jumping in the way of the dark aura that shot from Luke's hand. She was hit by the move and she collapsed on top of Justin, completely unconcious as she began to have the worst nightmares of her life. She was trembling and contorting while still asleep, and she simply could not escape her horrible nightmare.

But, it seemed that seeing his pokemon fall unconcious was enough to snap Justin out of his state. He looked at Livia with solemn eyes, his mind realizing that his pokemon put her body in danger for his sake while he was in such a manic state. His head was still fuzzy and his mind was not yet clear, but at last his mind could see what damage he had caused.

"Livia..." he said mournfully. "Oh Arceus, Livia, what have I done?"

Pastor Solis, seeing what had happened, pushed away Luke and pinned him against a way, now enraged at what the pokemon tried to do to his son

"What the hell were you thinking, Luke?" sneered the Pastor. "I know you tried to stop Justin, but this was going too far."

"Justin was out of control, Pastor. He's lost his mind and needed to be stopped. If not, he could have hurt others around."

"This is Justin we're talking about, not an animal. This was the last thing he needed! Right now, Justin needs nurturing, not punishment!" and so the Pastor let go of the Darkrai, giving him one last command. "Wake up Livia, now. She didn't need to be hurt like this."

And so the Darkrai did just that, going towards Livia to put a hand on her forehead. Her forehead was sweaty and her breathing was labored and she groaned and trembled. She let out a loud gasp when she felt the Darkrai put his hand on her, and she recoiled at the touch of the dark type pokemon on her head. But she calmed down as her trembling stopped, and soon she began to groan awake. Her eyes slowly opened as she climbed out of bed. She looked at Justin, who had on a solemn yet stoic face. A single tear went down his cheek, realizing the pain he had caused.

"Livia," he whispered. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."

"Don't be, Master," she replied. "You know that I'll protect you, no matter what."

It was then that Justin turned to look at his family and friends. His face was grim and sober, seeing what his tirade had caused. He saw what truly hideous thing he had in his mind, a sense of losing touch with reality and not knowing what he was doing. He knew that he needed help in order to control this better; so far his family, friends and his pokemon partner could only offer so much. He knew that he needed to go somewhere where they can help him control this. He needed to find somewhere with solitude and convalescence in order to get better.

But the truth is that not all Schizophrenics are violent; far from it. Those with the mental illness are so afraid of themselves, so afraid of causing pain onto others that they isolate themselves to keep them from hurting others. They know that their minds are unstable and lack control, and it is in fact rare for them to carry out violent acts. Justin had become that rare case of violence and loss of control. The young man was so afraid of his mind, so afraid of what he's become, and he didn't want those close to him to see his suffering. He didn't want others to worry or to fret. He wanted to be as little a burden upon those close to him as possible. But it seemed some things can't be helped.

Justin looked around him, at his worried family, at his best friend, and at his Pokemon Partner, and he decided that enough was enough. He turned toward Officer Jenny and the Doctor and said:

"I'm ready to go to Daegar Mental Health. I... I need help..."

Justin was back in his room, his mind foggy and still rather sleepy despite him having been asleep for most of the day. He was released from the Mental Asylum barely yesterday, and he came out rather worse for wear. He was solemn and quiet when he came out, not speaking much and keeping mostly to himself. His family was worried for him as were his friends, but even still he remained silent. Pastor Solis asked him if the Mental Institute did anything bad to so that he could prepare to take them to court, but He denied them having done anything bad to him.

His time in the Asylum was spent talking with counselors, participating in daily activities, and keeping to his room and reading a few books that Mother Mary brought to Justin--which thankfully he was allowed to keep. He was allowed to wear his own clothes, but he was not allowed to wear anything with straps and his shoe laces were removed; this was a security measure to keep patients from using them to strangulate others. He compared the feel to being in prison, as the stay felt like being incarcerated, and for sure some of the people he was with were dangerous. On his last day, Justin was glad to finally be gone, but he also felt that he may not be ready to enter back into the world. He worried that he wasn't quite stable enough yet, and it was a fear he felt even now a day after discharge.

Justin didn't mention anything bad happen to him, but there had to be a reason why he came out so forlorn. Today was the 13th of February, and perhaps the cause of his misery was partly due to being single on the day that sweethearts would walk around holding hands and declaring their love.

Livia noticed this, and she wondered what she could do for her master. She wanted to find a way to make him happy, and there was the hope that she could bring him at least a little bit of joy now that he was free after spending close to two weeks in the asylum. Right now it was the afternoon, and Justin was working on a project for work on his PC. He was still rather unstable, but he was happy that he still was able to keep his job over at the Silph Co Poke Ball plant, and so he diligently worked on a design for a pokeball he left behind before being sent away. He was thankful for his Dad pulling some strings so that He'd be let off easy for missing work for a while.

After a few hours on the PC, Justin took a break and hopped on bed. He wasn't sleepy yet, as it was still barely 8:30 PM. It would be another two or three hours before he'd nod off. Throughout the day he was watched and doted on by his family and by Livia to the point where he found it annoying. He still felt like being alone, and the schizophrenic in him still wanted to hide away. He didn't want to have too much interactions with those close to him, his excuse for isolation being a need to gather his thoughts. It was then that the door to his room was knocked on. Despite his wished to be left alone, the door then swung open and three pokemon walked inside.

The three pokemon were a Riolu, Sylveon and Duskull, and they all had something that Mother Mary wanted to give to her son. These three were Jax, Sylvia and Spooks, and they were the Handy Helpers. They served Pastor Solis in the church as alter pokemon, tending to the service and providing assistance to the Pastor and other acolytes. And more notably, the three pokemon had the ability to speak in a human tongue.

"Hello there, Justin," said Sylvia in a sing-song voice. "Mother Mary wanted us to bring you some things. Here's some sweet cookies she wanted to give to you." She held a small plate with cookies on them and placed it on top of the bedside shelf.

"And here's the medicine Mama Mary wanted to give you as well, Big Brother," added Jax. "I hope you'll be able to sleep well with these pills." He then put a small cup chock full of pills on the shelf.

"And here is a warm cup of tea to help you wash all of this down. With these three gifts, you will indeed Rest in Peace this night, hee hee, " said Spooks in a rather spooky voice as he put down a tea cup next to the cookies and pill cup ont he shelf.

Justin looked at these things rather plainly. He was still unsmiling as he picked up the pill cup and tossed the medicine in his mouth, took a sip of tea and swallowed all of his medicine in one gulp. He then took a cookie and gave a small nibble before setting it down on the plate and letting out a loud sigh. He was tired from being on the computer for most of the afternoon and evening, his eyes red from hours spent in front of the monitor.

"Thank you, you three," said Justin rather softly. "I hope Mom's doing okay."

"She wanted to know how you were doing, Big Brother," said Jax, "so she sent us."

"She figured that her coming over personally would upset you, since you asked to be left alone," added Sylvia. "She wants to know how you're holding up."

Justin gave a slight smile. "I'm doing okay, you three. Tell my mother that I'm fine and that she's got nothing to worry about."

"I hope not, Master Justin," said Spooks. "Your mother is already worried sick. It'd be a shame for her to be... spooked even further, hee hee."

And with that, the three helpers turned around and left, closing the door behind them. And with that Justin laid down on his bed and reached to finish the cookie he nibbled earlier. He was tired, anxious and hungry. He refused to go down to eat dinner, and he even barricaded himself in his room despite the pleads from both Livia and Mother Mary to come out. But it seemed that the young man's heart was inconsolable. He just wanted to be alone. But Livia used Teleport to go inside; simple doors would not stop her from taking care of her trainer. She begged Justin to come out, to not let his heart grow cold and to go out into the world and enjoy life. But her words fell on deaf ears. At the very least, she decided, she would keep him company. He needed someone to be with him no matter what, she decided.

"Is there anything bothering you, Master- I mean, Justin?" she asked. "What is it that has your heart so forlorn? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Justin was about to tell her to butt off, but he refrained himself from berating his pokemon. After all, she was only worried for him. At this, he began to think hard about his current state. Was it really because he felt alone now that tomorrow was going to be Valentine's Day? Was being single really affecting him and giving him the blues? He didn't mind much being alone, and he always said that he would wait until finishing college and getting a job before finding a woman whom to call a girlfriend or mate and even move out of his parents' house. But it was already two years since graduation and since he was hired as an engineer for the Silph Company, and he's yet to find a lover or even move out of home. He had money; he even helped his parents out with bills and even paid a little bit or rent. He had nice clothes, a powerful and sleek Shelby Mustang GT500 muscle car, and he still had plenty of money in which to splash on many more things.

But money didn't mean much to Justin. He valued friendship and family above all else. Back to Livia's question, he wondered where his heart lay. Maybe he was lonely. Maybe it was a relapse from his mental illness. Whatever the case, it was affecting him hard. He didn't want to feel weighed down by this. He wanted to carry on. Looking back at his pokemon, he figured that now more than ever was when he ought to come clean and be true to himself.

"I guess I'm lonely, Livia."

"But why? You have friends, your family, and even Me to keep you company."

"No, I know that I have all of you guys keeping me company. But I mean... someone whom I can love, someone who I can cherish. I mean..." he stammered a bit as he tried to say this. "...A Lover... I mean... Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and I don't have anyone to comfort me who I can call a lover. I just feel so alone and lost. I can't even live on my own despite making my own money, and I've always said that I'd find that special someone once I'm a college graduate with my own job. Well, I've done all that and I'm still living with my parents, I still can't live on my own, and I'm still alone."

Livia looked at Justin with a curious gait. She figured that this was the case, and him saying this confirmed her suspicions. She wanted to help him with this, make him feel less alone. But there was only so much that she could do. She couldn't do much else without falling into...

The thought that came to her was something that had crossed her mind many times. Livia had been thinking of many ways to make her trainer happier and less alone. And the thought that came into her head was none other than having a Pokephilic relationship with her trainer.

In all honesty, she did find her trainer attractive. Justin was pretty tall and large and had a good form despite being rather portly. But his body fat failed to hide a powerful and rugged frame that could overpower the average person. Justin was quite athletic for being fat, and whenever he wasn't doing cardio to keep his weight down he was lifting impressive and sometimes stunning amount of weights in the gym. He would often work out with Jason and the two served as spotter for each other, though he would often lift much heavier weights than his training partner could. Yet despite being strong enough to KO a man with single punch, he was more of a lover than a fighter. He didn't like getting into altercations, even if it was in self defense. He was a calm and steady person, and he didn't have a mean bone in his body despite how intimidating he looked.

But Justin was also incredibly intelligent as well. He boasted a high IQ that was well above average and was pretty philosophical. He loved to read and was quite the intellectual. This intellect served him well at his job over at the pokeball plant, where he'd often have to come up with solutions for the various problems that came with Poke ball design work and manufacturing. And he enjoyed doing all of this, and he took pride in his accomplishments.

Livia liked all these things about her trainer. He was smart yet understandable, strong yet humble, and overall well rounded. She was surprised that any woman wouldn't want to date him, with the only downside being his chubby frame. There was so much about Justin that she liked, and she wanted to do her best to try and please him and make him happy. She loved her trainer to a fault, and it came as no surprise that she's been wanting to have a pokephilic relationship with him for a while now. She felt that maybe she too ought to come clean with her own feeling and see what happens.

"Well..." she began, feeling rather nervous at letting her heart come true. "Well... What if I became your lover, Master?"

Justin looked at her with a puzzled look. Did he hear her right?

"You mean you'd want to be in a pokephilic relationship with me?" he asked curiously. She nodded her head. "Well... I'm glad that you offered, but there is just so much that can go wrong with that. I mean... what if we get caught?"

"Well, I..." she continued to stammer, getting more nervous at being rejected. "I-I-I offered because of how lonely you are, Master. I just want you to have company, and if no human female will want to be your mate, then maybe I can help with that."

Justin looked at Livia with a smile. She was so sweet and endearing. She'd do anything to please him, but He felt that this may be going too far. Still, he thought of how his friends had fallen for the taboo and how they must be living their lives. Saria, Kiara and Jason must be pretty happy with their pokemon lovers, and for sure that tomorrow they'd be going on a date with their respective partner. Was there happiness to be had with falling for this taboo? Was it worth the risk?

"I'm sorry, Livia, but I'm going to have to say no. It's just too risky," and he looked at her with a smile that didn't look too genuine. "Don't worry about me. I'm sure the right girl will come along."

But Livia had already made up her mind. She wanted to be his romantic partner. She wanted to be the one to take care of him, to love him and be the one whom he'd cherish. She couldn't bear to see him suffering any further. She wanted, for once, to see him show a happy and genuine smile.

"I think I'll be your lover anyways, Master," she said as she walked to the side of the bed.

Justin, feeling uncomfortable, decided to move away, but he soon found himself unable to. He couldn't move his body to the side and away from his lusty pokemon. He was trapped, with nowhere to go.

"Why can't I move?" he said nervously. "Livia, are you using your powers to-?"

"Yes," she said abruptly and with conviction. "I can't stand seeing you in this kind of pain anymore, Master. I want to see you happy, I want to see you smile and love again--even if it means that I'll have to bring out those emotions myself."

Justin, despite feeling uncomfortable being bound by psychic powers, felt a feeling of attachment to his pokemon. He knew the strife that his pokemon was going through to see him in such dire straights. He knew that Livia hurt to see him in so much pain. The past two weeks he spent in the hospital away from her were simply torture for the Gardevoir. She didn't want to go through that again, and she wanted to make sure that he'd be happy again, even if it meant through use of force. All Justin could do was go along for the ride as his Gardevoir climbed onto bed and crawled toward him. He couldn't resist her advances in this state. He couldn't hide or run away. He was trapped, and completely at her mercy.

Livia laid down next to him, feeling both passionate and horny. She wanted to make this a special moment for him. She would make him a Pokephile, and so push their relationship to new boundaries. There was nothing that could stop her from doing this. She was now ready to commit.

"Livia...." said Justin softly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put you through all of this. You know that making you suffer was the last thing I wanted."

"I know," she said, her lips now so close to his own. "But I just want to see you happy. I don't like seeing you in pain. I don't like seeing you hurt, as all that hurt comes to me."

"So what are you going to do now?"

Livia smiled before committing the next act. "I'm going to make you happy again."

And so, upon saying those words Livia locked her lips with those of her trainer. She kissed him passionately, smacking her lips along his as the two made out in sort of dominance submissive love affair. She wrapped her arms around him as she climbed on top, putting her body weight onto his strong frame. She loved every minute of this make-out session, and she hoped that it would last. Even Justin felt pleasure from this. He hadn't kissed a female ever since High school. He felt a good sensation of pleasure from this kiss. He even hoped that it would last a while longer, despite him not wanting this initially. But despite the non-consensual aspect of this moment, he enjoyed it nonetheless. The smacking of their lips filled the room, and the two were getting even more aroused. It was simply divine, along with the exotic notion of a human and pokemon kissing.

Soon, Livia felt a lump growing around her trainer's groin. She figured that she'd get him this aroused, and she hoped that this arousal will carry things further into what she wanted next. She wanted to go full out with this love affair. She wanted to push things to the limit.

She got off of him and used her psychic powers to remove his clothes, but not before she locked the door to his room shut so that no one could interrupt them. She unbuckled his pants with her powers while lowering them, and she then unbuttoned his shirt. Soon he was left with only his underwear and undershirt remaining. She then gave a kiss to his lips one last time before using her powers to lower his boxers and removing his shirt. Now completely naked at last, his erect member was exposed to her. He was of moderate size and length, not the longest cock ever. But Livia hoped to make good use of him in what was to come. She'd for sure have her fun with this.

"You know, you're a lot naughtier than I thought you were," teased Justin.

"Heh heh, well this just goes to show that I'm not as innocent as I seem," admitted Livia. "I have my fantasies as well. And I hope to enjoy this little moment."

Livia gripped Justin's member with her hand, inciting him to let out a groan at being squeezed. She stroked him hard and squeezed on him with a good amount of force. She did her handjob well while also using her powers to enhance the feeling felt in his mind. She then lowered her head to get a whiff at her trainer's cum. She liked the pheromonal aroma that came from his member, and she gave an investigative lick. The taste of his cum felt heavy with pheromones. It was nice and sticky, and seemed to her liking. She gave another lick, and she liked it even more. Not wanting to beat around the bush any further, she put her whole mouth around him. She encased his dick within her mouth, her tongue licking him all over with feverish desire. Justin could only groan as he felt himself be licked over and over.

Despite having little to no experience, Livia acted like a pro with Justin. She stroked him with her hand while also bobbing her head up and down on him, licking throughout the whole ordeal. His taste was so pheromonal, and it drove the Gardevoir wild. She wanted to continue tasting him more and more. And she'd get her chance to swallow as much of his sperm as possible. This was absolute heaven for the both of them, and so they hoped that this would continue on. Though he was bound by her psychic powers, Justin still managed to grip his bed sheets with his hands as he felt wave after intense wave of pleasure shoot up his spine. He hadn't even had a moment like this in his life, and he hoped that it would last.

Soon, he felt the familiar feel of boiling pressure on his groin. His legs and buttocks started to tense up as he approached the edge of orgasm. He was so close, and at any moment he would release. But Livia semed to sensed this. She knew that Her Master was getting really close, and so she ceased licking and stroking and allowed him to catch his breath. She looked at him with naughty eyes.

"Now now, Master," she said with some cheek, "I don't want you releasing just yet. Not until we get to the more enjoyable parts of this session, that is."

"What a tease," said Justin rather as he tried to catch his breath. "You know, you were so close to making me let loose on that one."

"Well, I guess now we can get to the real sexual part of this then. And then we both can enjoy a good release."

Livia climbed on top of Justin, tucking her legs next to his. His member was pointing straight up, and she aligned her entrance right to him. Her snatch was already wet and dripping, as though waiting for something to enter it. What made things even more interesting was that Livia was a virgin, making this the first time she would ever have sex. Ergo, this would also be Justin's first time, though he didn't like admitting to his virginity. At least the two could enjoy this moment and taste the fruit of a virgin love.

"Know this, Master," assured Livia, "no matter what happens, I will always love you."

And so, Livia lowered herself onto him. Her entrance was tight yet slick, which served to grow their pleasure. Livia kept lowering herself onto him until the two came upon their main roadblock: her hymen. But Livia, her face grimacing to prepare for the pain, lowered herself quick and fast. The sensation stung her, a sharp pain in her most private area now ripped apart. She let out a gasp as she laid there to take in the feeling of now becoming a fully fledged woman. Justin saw that blood dripped down his cock. He feared that he might have hurt her, asking if she was okay. Livia assured that she was fine, and so she continued lowering herself upon him. She felt more and more of his member inside of her. She loved the feeling of being filled up, and it was something that made her tingle with pleasure. Soon there was no more cock to fill her up with, but he was already pretty deep into her. With no more cock to fill up, she began to hop up and down slowly. The feeling of her insides being rubbed was so spine tingling, and filled her with cheer and ecstasy. And it was something she wanted to prolong. Justin also liked the feel, and the two of them went at it for what felt like ten minutes of more.

But soon, the feeling of their pleasure was coming to a head. Their organs began to tingle with the sensation of being so close to orgasm. They were nearing the edge, and soon they would come right out of that edge and fall over. Livia was riding him hard and fast, hoping to reach the finish as soon possible.

"Are you getting close, Master?" asked Livia through hard pants.

"Yep. I'm guessing your close to cumming. Are you?"

"Y-y-yes, Master." Livia's mind was melting as the waves of pleasure shot up to her brain. She wanted to climax more than anything in the world. "L-l-let's go over this edge. Together!"

And Livia slammed hard and manically onto him. She wanted to get as much pleasure as she could out of this. Her melting mind wanted to feel the warm sensation of seed gushing into her most intimate places so badly.

And in one moment, she got her wish.

Livia slammed onto Justin one last time, burying his cock as deep as she can get him to go into her. The two of them let out a loud moan each, voicing their pleasure as their minds collapsed in on themselves. Justin's cock erupted into torrents of seed, gushing into her womb and filling her most private areas with the sticky and tingly feel of warm cum. Livia loved the feel of something wet and slimy inside of her. She could not help but get incredible amounts of ecstasy from this moment as her vagina continued contracting and suckling on her lover's member. Justin's mind was also getting wracked by the intensity of climax, as he never had an orgasm this strong in his life.

Speaking of strength of release, Livia's mind went out like a burnt out light bulb. Her face was stoic and blank, her tongue slightly sticking out after almost fucking her brains out. She didn't know where she was or what had happened; her mind now into a million pieces. As such, she leaned forward and fell. But it seemed that her mind fuck caused her powers to cease, no longer holding Justin back anymore; in fact, her powers stopped holding him back to moments before orgasm. Justin, seeing his partner about to collapse on him, moved his now free arms to catch her before collapsing fully. He caught her light frame and brought her towards him.With his pokemon in his arms and on his chest, he brought her head to his lips and kissed her forehead.

She was out cold, seeming to have fainted from the sheer intensity of the session. Though Justin's climax was also sharp and intense, at least he could still move around. He lowered Livia next to him on the bed and slowly climbed off. He went for a nearby dresser and got out some fresh clothes and a small rag. With a bottle of water he wet the rag and cleaned his crotch of cum and Livia's dripped blood. He then went over to Livia and cleaned her crotch as well; she even incited a moan on him rubbing her clit. He was thankful that her blood had not stained the bedsheets for fear of him having to come up with a hasty excuse the next day. He returned to the dresser and put on a fresh pair of underwear and a pajama outfit; it was going to be cold this night. He pulled back the blankets while being careful not to waken Livia, put her under and the cover and prepared to hop on himself.

But before he would go rest with his lover, He wanted to address someone who was stalking the whole ordeal. A certain Pitch Black pokemon was being a Peeping Tom, and Justin was not happy.

"Luke, you pervert, you can come out of the shadows now," called out Justin. "You may have hid well from Livia, but you couldn't fool me." At this moment, a shadow out of the dark corners of the room. Luke the Darkrai manifested from that shadow, his face rather embarrassed at being found out. "So, did you enjoy the scenery, Luke? I hope you got off well from this."

"I believe The Alpha condones this practice, Justin. I believe Arecue does not take offense to this, so at least you are not committing a sin," said Luke plainly. "I won't judge something that occurs naturally between a pair of lovers. I was just so worried for you. You haven't been yourself ever since you came out of the hospital. Then I heard moaning and groaning, and I feared for the worst. I didn't think, however, that you would fall for this so called 'taboo' though."

"Well, I was kinda forced to participate, actually," he replied while scratching his head. "You're not going to tell my old man, right?"

"I wouldn't think of it. Your secret is safe with me," assured Luke. "However, it is within your best interests to keep this love affair a secret. There are those who'd love to expose people like you and make an example out of you for others. I'd hate for your family to fall in disgrace because of it."

"Jeez, it sound like you're the one making the threat, Luke," jeered Justin. He then turned to look at his partner on the bed. She was breathing softly and peacefully. He hoped that her dreams were pleasant. "But no matter what other people think..."

He paused as he looked into his heart and what it said about him. He thought long and hard about what all of this meant to him, and to Livia. He noticed that he felt quite elevated. His mood had improved and his thoughts were no longer so dark. He felt unchained, at last free from the binds of his mental incapacities and his shortcomings. He felt he could tackle anything, so long as he was with the person who meant the most to him.

For the first time in a long while, Justin felt Happy. And if being a Pokephile meant him achieving Joy at last, then he'll gladly keep doing it with the pokemon he loved.

"...I'm a Pokephile, Luke. And I'm proud of it too. No matter what other people think, I love my pokemon, and nothing will ever change that..."

Today was now the 14th of February, and love was now in the air. Justin was smiling with a face full of cheer and happiness, so much so that it even shocked his friends. The four friends met at Justin's room to hang out before they would go on their dates with their romantic interests--in other words, their pokemon partners. The sudden change that happened to Justin was strange since he was usually so mopey. But when they learned of his transition into the "taboo" the friends now understand why and how he suddenly had such a dramatic shift. And in truth, they were happy to see their friend find peace of mind and once more discover joy.

The four friends and their pokemon were all sitting around and talking, with each person having a bottle of Oranguru Bortus' Alolan Ale to sip from, and there were plenty more bottles to drink from.

"I'm so glad you're feeling better, Justin," said Kiara. "You look so happy right now."

"I've never seen you look so cheery, Justin," added Saria. "I hoped that you'd change after what happened last night, but you're a whole new person now."

"Well, if nailing your Gar is what it takes to make you happy, then so be it then pal," jeered Jason. "Welcome to the Cool Kids Club, bro!"

All the friends only groaned with a stifled laugh at their friend's dumb and awfully blunt joke.

*conk* "Ow! What was that for, Camilla!"

"Quite being a blabbermouth, dummy!"

Justin could only laugh at his friends' slapstick routine. But more importantly, he was ecstatic to carry on the day. He looked at Livia as she talked with the other pokemon. Curiously enough, he could understand the other pokemon's voices; it seemed that the gift of Pokemon Understanding was given to him after having his tender moment with his partner.

"Don't worry, Camilla," assured Justin. "I haven't taken offense to this. I'm quite honestly happy that I could take things this far. At least I feel much more in peace."

"I know you were apprehensive to do this thing earlier, Justin," began Saria, "but from what I learned from doing this with Froggy, at least we're not hurting other people."

"Yeah," added Kiara. "At least we are having fun with our partners."

"If other folks don't like what we do, then they can kiss our asses," said Jason rather bluntly. "I love my pokemon, and it's something that I realy feel good about doing."

Justin couldn't agree more. He was glad to have taken things this far, even with the dangers that came with it. It was simply something that felt wholesome and endearing, something that most people would understand. He didn't mean to offend anyone with committing this, and it wasn't something he'd commit in front of anyone anyways. It was simply what his heart wanted, and it would be somethign he felt like doing for longer still. He then remembered what Luke said about Arceus condoning this, and maybe this was one of the effects that having a pokephilic relationship could have. He hoped that he could continue on with this romance, and so lift his heart to new heights. Today he planned on taking Livia out to dinner over at Kiara's work, the "Shire Lake Bordeaux Restaurant", and drive in his sleek and powerful Shelby Mustang again. He hoped that the two of them would enjoy a night of fine dining and excellent entertainment. Maybe the two would do some other things this wonderful, Valentine's evening.

Livia left the other pokemon and came over to sit with Justin. She had such a happy smile on her face, and she looked like she was having the time of her life. She wrapped her arms around her trainer and leaned onto him in a sideways hug. Justin wrapped his left arm around her and brought her close to him, feeling her warm body as the two warmed up to each other. This was the meaning of Joy; to be close with those whom you cared so deeply about. She loved her master, and would do almost anything for his well-being. She honestly loved to be in a Pokephilic relationship with him, and she hoped that they would have another wonderful sex session like the one they had last night. She was becoming a somewhat of a Nymphomaniac deep within her heart; she wanted to do it again. For sure, Justin also liked the feeling of this taboo, and he'd want to do this again as well.

After hugging Livia and talking to his friends, Justin at last understood why his friends got into the taboo. It wasn't just about the sex that made things so fun. It was also about being wth soemone whom you truly cared about. And he deeply cared about Livia to a fault. There was nothing that was going to stop that, not even the holier-than-though rantings of Father Grint.

He and Livia had hopes in their hearts for the future. And the future looked bright for the both of them. And so they also hoped so for the sake of all pokephiles out in the world...

...May the World understand the true meaning of love this day...