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Poképhilia Story

Love Has No Bounds

Reborn as A Pokephile

By J.C. Solis

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The rainy season at last arrived in Lakeshire Town, with the people getting drenched in the downpour as water flooded the streets. Today, the falling raindrops cascaded from the heavens in a massive torrent, as they had been doing the past three days. There was always the danger that the streets could overflow, and even more so if the Lake reached its max capacity, for that would spell disaster for the whole town. But the Lake also flowed into the long and vast Parfum River, and at least that served to keep the water levels in check and prevent catastrophic levee failure.

But despite the rain, it was also a Sunday, and neither rain nor shine would prevent the more zealous among the town's citizens from attending church. The church bell was ringing its usual chime, and so marking the beginning of Service. Being that it was the morning, the church was still offering warm tea and light coffee to drink along with pieces of sweet bread. At least the church goers would get a slight pick-me-up for case they were still tired and groggy. And now that the patrons heard the second bell, it was now time to take their seat in the large congregation hall to wait for the Pastor, and for sure the service would be a splendid one.

One of those church goers was excited to hear whether the tales of Pastor Solis being a master orator was true. She had never been to Lakeshire Town's church, and she hoped to have a good time.

Fran was not a native to Lakeshire Town, or to the Daegar Region for that matter. She hailed all the way from the Alola Region, and she came over to help her uncle with his business in town. Fran was a recent graduate from the University of Alola in Hau'oli City. She majored in marketing and economics, meaning that she knew how to do everything from making invoices and specialized documents to tracking the progress of a business' earnings and make predictions with that. With this pedigree in her résumé, she hoped to get a job over at the Silph Co Pokéball factory, and she even had scheduled an interview with the Economics department superintendent later on in the week.

For sure, being a salutatorian and having experience from an internship over at Hau'oli City would definitely help her chances.

But Fran didn't come to Daegar alone. She bought with her the one person, or rather pokémon, who she just couldn't bear to be apart from. Next to her on the church seats was her best pal and Pokémon partner; a large, sleek, and powerful looking Midnight Lycanroc. The rock type's name was Christopher, or Chris as he was often known as. The Lycanroc definitely enjoyed being around Fran on her many adventures, and for sure he wasn't going to wait around in Alola while Fran got to see whole wide world.

Chris was a rather sly and sneaky pokémon, being that he was a wolf and all. He liked to crack jokes and make rather brunt commentary, which might made it hard to warm up to him. But the wolf was not a bad Pokémon, and he didn't mean to offend or cause tension.

She and Christopher were dressed in rainy weather attire, with her wearing a long raincoat that went above her usual Alola attire of a white slack top shirt and flowery colored short shorts underneath. She even had an Alolan beanie, the same type worn by Champion Selene back home. The weather was still hot despite the rain, and the practicality of these clothes made the weather easier to deal with. Christopher, being a pokémon, didn't wear much of any clothing except a gray raincoat to keep himself both warm and dry. There wasn't much else noting to what the two wore.

Fran and Christopher took their seats and waited for the Pastor to come on stage. It was then that the church music started playing, with the announcer signaling his arrival. Pastor Solis walked onto the stage, wearing his usual all black suit, a white shirt, and a crimson ascot on his neck. He had all the hallmarks of looking like a Darkrai, though the Pastor was far from giving anyone nightmares. With his introduction done, the man carried on with his lesson.

Francine was drawn to how articulate Pastor Solis' speech was as he talked during this sermon about life lessons and the importance of being earnest with oneself. But one thing she noted was the voices she often heard of the Pokémon who were seated along with their trainers. This bugged her a bit, for she tried her best to push them aside to listen to the pastor.

Fran could understand pokémon speech, though she was not a Pokephile. She got the gift of being able to understand pokémon speech from the island guardians of Alola, as she partook in a ceremony on Mele'mele island as the chosen envoy for the guardian pokémon after she won the Pokémon League. She declined being champion, however, as she felt that would be too much trouble and responsibility for her. She was seen as being someone being really important by the guardians, her fate tied to the world and its troubles, and so she was given this gift to help her along her destiny. But though the Island Guardians noted to her importance, they could not divulge why she was so important. Only time would tell what fate the young woman had.

But though she could speak like a Pokephile, Fran was not supportive of the cause. She didn't hate Pokephiles, as other people in society do, but they made her feel uncomfortable. She just felt that Poképhilia was something that she didn't understand. She couldn't see why people would want to be romantic with their own pokémon, or even bring themselves to having sexual relationships with them. It just didn't seem right to her, and the thought just continued to bother her.

Fran looked at Chris for a moment. He was indeed a handsome looking pokémon. His body was slender yet powerful, and his face and smile were just plain dapper. Yes, she liked how her pokémon looked like. She saw how a person could fall for the taboo, as she did have feelings of being intimate. She did feel like rewarding him sometimes for his efforts in battle, and she had kissed him on the cheek multiple times already. But the more outrageous parts of Poképhilia were what didn't sit too well with her. Even so, was that enough to classify her as a Pokephile, she wondered?

Chris looked back at Fran and saw her looking at him, and so he gave a wolfish smile as his white teeth were shown. Fran looked away blushing. She'd have to think about this a lot. She needed to know where her heart stood in all of this. She needed to reflect on herself and whether or not she was truly against it or if she harbored sympathy.

After one hour of solid talking and lecturing, the Pastor finished his sermon with a prayer, and got everyone to partake in the words he spoke. Everyone had their hand in a sign of prayer, and after it was over, the Pastor scanned the crowd and smiled.

"Thank you all for being here on this fantastic day, and I hope you all take this lesson to heart. Be true to yourselves and you will go far. Whatever it is that your heart desires, so long as it is good in the eyes of The Alpha, let it loose and become truthful to what your own hearts want. Your heart wants what it wants, and only you will know what it desires. So long as it is not immoral, you will live much happier and fulfilling lives doing so, and so you will grow into the person you want to be.

"I know that it's still raining outside, so try to stay dry and keep from catching a cold. I'm hopeful that Arceus will shine his light, to show us his grace on this fantastic day. So, be sure to follow the words of this prayer and live your lives to the fullest and to embrace one another fully, no matter who or what they are.

"Thank you and have a wonderful day."

The crowd roared into cheers, whoops, and whistles as the sermon at last came to an end. People stood up and gave the Pastor a round of applause, with everyone cheering at another spectacular sermon well done. He walked over to the side to get off of the stage from the pulpit to talk with anyone with questions, and the church band began playing a gospel music to close out the event.

Fran and Chris remained in their seats as the people got up to leave. They looked at each other for a moment and smiled, having witnessed such a surprisingly good event. They had heard of how good the Pastor was with words, but to see it for themselves was another matter entirely. They were enthralled by the personality of the holy man. His skill was just so impressive. And with that, the two at headed for the doorway of the chapel. The door was wide open, and outside the rain was still pouring hard. People were hesitant to step into the downpour, and so were Fran and the rock type. They waited it out while people who came equipped with umbrellas and rain jackets headed outside for their cars or to walk home.

"Gosh, it sure is raining hard outside, isn't it Wolfie?" noted Fran as she called Chris by the pet's name she'd been calling him for so long.

"I don't really like getting wet," noted Chris. "I'm glad we brought the umbrella with us, but let's wait a while so the rain will calm down."

It was then that a large man in a casual blazer jacket, along with what appeared to be his Gardevoir pokémon partner, came up to Fran and Chris. The large and strong looking man had a cheery look on his face, as though he was meeting an old friend.

"How did you two like the church sermon?" greeted the man. "I haven't seen your faces around here before. Are you new to Lakeshire Town?"

Fran looked at the man, and in a moment recognized who he was.

"Oh, you're Pastor Solis' son, Justin, right?" she noted, to which the young man nodded his head. "Wow, I bet it must be awesome to have a dad like that. Yeah, I am new to Lakeshire Town. In fact, I arrived here earlier this week."

"Sweet," replied Justin. "Are you new to the Daegar Region? Where are from? Sorry if I'm asking too much. I'm just curious about our newest member and r."

"Oh, don't worry about it, Justin," assured Fran. "My name is Francine Olivier, but people call me Fran, and I'm from the Alola Region."

"And my name is Christopher, pal," stepped in the midnight Lycanroc as he then bared his teeth to intimidate. Though the young man probably didn't understand his Pokémon speech, he let his teeth do the talking. "This here's the girl who keeps me fed and watches my back, and so I watch hers. I hope we can reach an agreement, no?"

"Christopher! You don't have to be so rude," reclaimed Fran as she nudged him, then turning to apologize to Justin. "I'm sorry if my Pokémon was rude, Justin. He's just really overprotective."

"Don't worry Fran. I'm not offended by what your Pokémon said, and I'm pretty sure we can reach an agreement. I know that Lillia here can be overprotective of me too at times. But don't worry about someone from Lakeshire Town mugging you anything or anything like that. We're a tight knit folk, and I welcome both of you to our nice little town."

Fran looked at Justin with surprise. She didn't expect him to understand her Pokémon's speech. The only people who understood pokémon were Holy Men and...

"You understood my Pokémon?" asked Fran rather surprised.

"Yep, loud and clear," he replied.

"My master received the gift of Pokémon speech from his father," explained the Gardevoir. "I can already speak to him via my telepathic powers, but he can speak to other pokémon as well."

"I take it you also heard your pokémon speak, judging by your reaction," noted Justin.

Fran blushed, though she wanted to clarify it before he said that one word.

"It's not what you think!" Fran assured. "I gained the power to speak with Pokémon due to the Island Guardians of Alola. I won the League Championship, and I went through a ritual with them."

Justin whistled his surprise.

"So, you're a champion, eh? The closest I ever got to being champion was when me and Lillia made it to the semifinals in the Kalos Pokémon League."

"I lost to an Aggron who Mega-evolved and was too powerful for me," said Lillia rather woefully. "Not even my mega evolved state could defeat it."

"At least we had fun, Lillia," soothed Justin. "I'm just glad we got to have the fun that we did." He then turned to face Fran. "Your last name is Olivier, right? I take it you're a relative of Paulo "Polli" Olivier the florist, right?"

Fran nodded. "Yep. He is my uncle. I came to help him with his flower shop, though I'm also applying for work at the Pokéball plant. I hope to get a job over there"

"Sweet. I'd love to meet you over there. I work in the engineering department, myself. Though we may end up working in different departments, I'd love to see you over at the factory."

The rain at last began to let up, and though the clouds in the sky were still dark, at least this gave the perfect opportunity to head back home before the rain renewed. Fran and Chris gave Justin and Lillia their goodbyes and headed out into the drizzling outdoors. She opened up her umbrella, which was large enough for her and her pokémon to fit under, and so the two went on their way. Chris wrapped an arm around Fran's shoulders, pulling each other close so that they could both fit under the umbrella more comfortably--and also as a sign of affection. Puddles were all over the streets, and rainwater was running off into storm drains. The good news was that there was no lightning, otherwise Fran would've been too afraid to venture out into the streets. If there was one thing that she was afraid of it was a cracking lightning bolt and thunder.

Their home was not a far way away, somewhat in between the residential and downtown district. The house belonged to her uncle, Paulo "Polli", and right next to the house with palm trees and bamboo was a shop that right next to it with the sign that read: "Paulo Polli's Flower Hut." And outside of the establishment, an oafish, tan skinned man in khaki shorts and outdoor vest could be seen tending to flowers in front of the house. The man turned to face Fran, smiling as he saw his niece approach.

"Alola, Francine," waved Paulo as his niece approached. "Come back from church, now, have you? I hope you didn't get too wet from the rain."

"No, Uncle, we're both fine," assure Fran. "Me and Wolfie didn't get too wet."

"Did you fall in love with the Pastor's voice like I said you would?"

"I gotta admit, the Pastor was amazing. I never heard a man speak so clearly and so powerfully. It was like he commanded everyone's attention with his voice."

"I figured he would." The man was glad to hear that his niece had such a good time. "Have you heard any pokémon while in the church? I still can't get over you gaining the power to hear pokémon talk from the Island Guardians of Alola."

At this, Fran scoffed.

"Yeah, I heard a whole bunch of Pokémon, as well as their Pokephile trainers. I couldn't believe how many of them attended church. It's like- "

"Easy there, Francine," calmed Paulo. "I know you don't like that topic much, but let those people be in peace."

"But what they're doing is wrong, Uncle!"

Paulo only sighed as he addressed his niece.

"What may be wrong to you may be right for others. They may or may not be doing the right thing, but from what I gather they are still good people. They are people, no different from you and I, and they love those closest to them. It is only regrettable how that terrorist group Team Shroud threw firebombs at them to send their evil message. I hope you don't agree with that, Francine."

Fran was silent about this. Of course, she didn't agree with the Molotov cocktail bombing on those Pokephiles a few months back. She was honestly shocked when she saw the news on what happened back at Alola. One of those Pokephiles was almost killed by it, and almost all of them suffered third degree burns and horrendous injuries due to the flames. It was such a horrible thing to see, and though she didn't agree with Poképhilia, she wouldn't dream of wishing them harm like that.

"I'd never wish that on them, Uncle," said Francine. "I just think that they're misguided, is all."

"Maybe that's the case. I remember when I was your age and the protests for LGBTQ rights that were taking place. Not many people agreed with that in my time, though now we've accepted them as our own. I figure it's the same for Pokephiles."

It was then that a growl could be heard coming from Fran's abdomen. She clutched her stomach, embarrassed that everyone present heard her hunger.

"Hah ha, I think your stomach is telling you something, Niece," chuckled Paulo.

"Eh heh, I think my tummy is on empty, Uncle."

"Well, I'm still cooking a pot of Alola Clam Chowder in the kitchen, though it's still not done yet. Perhaps you'd want to work on helping my little shop keep from collapsing into bankruptcy, no?"

Fran saw that his Uncle had a point. Without missing a beat, she and Chris entered the shop to get right to work. She had l make flyers to post around town and advertise her Uncle's shop. She had already posted an online advertisement on some business forums and the website for the Lakeshire Town Business and Tourism Board, but they would not come online until the following day, and only after having had to pay a good amount of money.

In all honesty, Uncle Paulo's shop wasn't always in the red. It was once a popular flower shop that people from all over town bought flowers from. The shop was well known for selling flowers from all over the world, from native Daegar species to those from more exotic regions. But over time, business simply slowed down and people stopped coming. It had gotten so bad that now the once famous shop had only a few months grace to pay at least one month lease payment, otherwise the business would be ruined.

Fran immediately got to work on the computer in the shop. She had been designing a brand-new flowery design, with taglines offering lower prices and additional items such as inflatable balloons, as well as gift and greeting cards for all different occasions. Fran had to convince Uncle Paulo to offer all of these, and he gladly agreed on selling more than just flowers. The flyer came out well, and the only thing missing was to laminate them to protect against the current rains and post them around the town. She began printing out flyers while Christopher took them to the laminate press the seal them in plastic.

In total, Fran had printed out about eighty flyers, and with that task done she and got a roll of tape and a staple gun while Christopher had to schlep the large stack around, though he grumbled about the hard work he'd have to do.

"Oh, come on, Chris. It isn't that bad."

"Says you," the midnight Lycanroc complained. "You don't have to carry this heavy ass pile."

"This is for Uncle Paulo's sake, Wolfie. This is to help Uncle get back on his feet. If you won't do this for me, then can you at least do it for him?"

Chris grumbled even more, though he knew that she had a point.

"Fine. I'll help, but only because you're my trainer and because Uncle Paulo makes some good Clam Chowder. I haven't had chowder since we left the islands."

"Me too."

Once more, Fran's stomach began to rumble. She clutched her stomach, hoping to placate it until it was time to eat.

"Let's go so we can post these and come back to eat. My tummy is rumbling hard."

"It's always rumbling," grumbled Chris. "You're always hungry. You could eat a pot load of food and still that bottomless pit of a stomach you got won't fill up."

Fran blushed. It's true that her metabolism was ravenous, with her polishing entire plates of food and still not being full. She sometimes struggled with her appetite, for no matter how much food she wolfed down, she could never sate for long. And what's more is that she was always skinny--toothpick skinny, to be exact, with barely a trace of meat on her bones. She always hated being teased for her hunger and inability to put on weight.

The two of them left the shop to post the flyers, and already the sky was clearing up with the sun was shining. This would be perfect to post the flyers on streetlamps and in front of buildings. With her tape roll and staple gun, she began posting them wherever she went. Sometimes she'd ask for permission from shop owners to post a flyer in front of their shop, with most being all generous enough to allow her to post. Uncle Paulo was all but beloved in their eyes, though perhaps one or two were not so generous to or loving of the flower shop owner.

After a good two hours of posting flyers all over the place and wherever they could, Fran and Chris posted the last of the remaining flyers still in his arms. And none too soon; the sky was starting to get cloudy again, and the sound of thunder could be heard off in the distance. The smell of water filled the air as it seemed that another rain shower was imminent.

Fran sighed as she posted the last flyer. Her hard work done, she hoped that this low budget advertisement, and her postings online, would drum up some new business for her uncle. There wasn't much else that she could do, and so she hoped that this would be enough. Wiping the sweat from off her forehead, she turned to Chris with a wide smile on her face.

"I guess that's all of it, Chris," said Fran as she admired her work. "We just posted flyers in over half the town. If these don't help draw in customers for Uncle Paulo, then I don't know what else we can do. Anything else would be too expensive, and I don't think uncle can afford it."

"It is what it is, Fran," noted Chris. "To be honest, I hope to Arceus that this all works. But I'm also tired of carrying all of those flyers. I just hope that some asshole doesn't tear them all down. Let's go home and eat. The rain's getting close, and- "

"HELP!!!" screamed a voice not too far away.

Fran and Christopher looked at each other after hearing the distress of a woman in need. The screams came again, and this time the two were able to triangulate where they came from. The rushed towards where the screams, and as they approached an alley that was off to the side, they could hear the sound of struggling and battle.

Fran and Chris turned around the alley to see a young woman clutching a Greninja on her lap as the Pokémon lay on the floor. In front of them was a mighty looking Aggron, the powerful steel type pokémon standing menacingly as the trainer behind it looked on with a wicked smile. The bowl shaped and black-haired man, who slinked forward the couple, seemed pleased with the mayhem he and his pokémon had wrought.

"Razor!" the woman said to her Greninja pokémon partner. "Are you okay?"

"Once more, you will be mine, My Dear Saria," said the slimy, conniving man.

"Get away from us, Arnold!" said the woman named Saria. "I thought I filed a restraining order against you. Go away before the Police come haul your ass back to jail."

"I'll be going away, but you'll be coming with me, my sweet." The man looked even more sinister than ever. "At last, I finally have you."

Before Fran pulled out her phone and called the police. She tried to keep as quiet as possible while she gave the 911 operator her location and what teas going on, but it seemed that the stinks man had good hearing.

"Who's there!" called out the sinister man named Arnold. "I can hear you from the side of the alley. Come on out before I sick my pokémon on you!"

Fran, after finishing her call, felt that he had no choice. She and Christopher came out of hiding, turning the corner to face the madman and his criminal tirade. The man was surprised to see a young woman and her pokémon, though he knew that he couldn't let them walk away as witnesses.

"Ah, what have we here?" said man name Arnold rather coyly. "A nosy trainer and her lapdog. I sure hope you weren't planning on leaving here in one piece. Samson here and I plan on making sure you don't snitch to anyone about what you saw here."

"You punks are gonna be in a world of hurt for sticking your noses where you don't belong," said the Aggron in its pokémon voice. "I'll beat you all to a bloody pulp."

A tinge of anger flashed on Chris' face. "I'd like you see you try; you metal asshole!" he said in pokémon speech. "I'll beat you and your trainer's asses so hard that you'll never think about hurting another person again!"

The two trainers and their pokémon stood staring at each other, waiting to see who would throw the first move. Meanwhile, the trainer lass in distress tried to pull herself and her unconscious Greninja off to the side, hoping to give them enough space to duke it out. The man named Arnold had a crazy strong Aggron, one who in a previous battles proved to have almost impenetrable armor. But Christopher the Lycanroc was a Championship, and he, along with Fran, were going to show how it was that they managed to win the Pokémon League.

The air was silent as they remained still. It was only a matter of time before one or the other launched the first strike.

Suddenly, the two pokémon lunged for each other, with Chris using Stone Edge while the Aggron used Iron Head. The moves connected, and a gust of wind blew the dust away from the sheer intensity. Though Iron Head, type wise, is more effective against the rock type Midnight Lycanroc, it was Samson who sustained more damage than his opponent. Samson backed off, his shoulder hurting from where the move connected.

"Well, it looks like the dip weed got some gruff after all," taunted Samson.

"I'm much stronger than I look, you lard ass, metal son of a bitch," sneered Chris.

Chris lunged forward to Samson, and this time the metal monstrosity had prepared an Iron Tail move as he swung around and threw his tail like a flail. But Christopher was easily able to avoid the move, and with that out of the way he prepared his teeth for a Crunch.

The Lycanroc sunk his fangs into the Aggron's arm. Samson roared in pain as he tried to shake Christopher off of him. But it seemed that no matter what, the wolf clenched even harder. Samson at last grabbed Chris by the abdomen, pulling him off him and throwing him away with tremendous force. Chris was thrown but landed on his feet and immediately regained his composure. He spit out the Aggron blood that was in his mouth, the bitter bodily fluid tasting rather foul. Samson saw this and turned to see two fang marks on his arm, dripping blood from the puncture wounds.

Arnold saw all of this take place and was furious to see that his pokémon was hurt as badly as he was. He couldn't believe how strong, fast, and resilient his opponent was.

"Had enough, assholes?" called out Fran.

"Not yet, you stupid slut." Arnold decided it was time to use his secret weapon. "Okay, Samson, let's finish this up already!"

Arnold raised his arm up into the air, revealing his Key stone for which to Mega-evolve.

"You're in for it now, punks" sneered Samson as he began to glow.

The Aggron was consumed in Mega-evolutionary light, his body morphing and his strength increasing into something far fiercer than before. When the light faded and the helix of Mega Evolution appeared above his head, the Iron Monster became an Iron Behemoth. Samson was now an iron tyrant, and an unstoppable force of nature that would bow to no one as he stood proud and defiant.

But though the creature in front of them as now much stronger, Fran and Christopher didn't so much as bat an eye. They weren't worried by their opponent newfound strength, for in truth they faced much stronger adversaries and came out on top.

"Get ready to face our might," said Arnold viciously. "Samson, use Flash Cannon!"

Samson opened his mouth and prepared to launch the move, the ball of energy forming at the tip of his mouth. Chris looked defiantly at his opponent charging up, not showing an ounce of fear. The Flash Cannon launched forwards a beam of white light. But just when all seemed lost, Chris jumped high into the air, missing the move completely and reaching Samson in his mega evolved form. He then used the move Close Combat, throwing a powerful volley of lunches that caused intense pain to the tyrant.

Christopher backed off after throwing the last punch, all while Samson gripped his abdomen. The pain from those punches was intense, and though his defense was through the roof from mega evolution he still felt every one of them. It seemed that the Lycanroc was a lot stronger than previously anticipated.

"Your pokémon dodge Samson's attack?!" shrieked Arnold in disbelief. "But... but how?!"

"Damn, your punches hit me so hard!" said Samson as he took a kneel from the hits. "But my defense... what are you? How strong are you?!"

"We're champion winners, bozos," answered Fran. "We won the Alola Pokémon League, and we eat scrub like you two for breakfast."

"You two had no idea who you're messing with," added Chris.

And what the Rock Wolf would do next was what would win the match.

Fran lifted up her Z Power Ring, with a Fightinium-Z crystal on the center of the band.

"Have a taste of this, Assholes!" shouted Fran as she did the pose for the fighting move.

When she was busy doing the pose, energy flowed from her and the Z-Crystal and onto her pokémon, engulfing the Lycanroc with the power of a mighty pummeling move. Chris was filled with the might of the move to come, and with that his arm began to glow as an aura surrounded him. With his fists now glowing, the Midnight Lycanroc lunged forward with the might of the Z-Move All Out Pummeling.

Chris' left fist connected with the abdomen of the Aggron, dealing devastating damage with that first hit alone. His left arm then swung forwards, connecting with even more energy than the previous punch. Samson was feeling every insanely powerful punch, which making his steel armor feel like jelly. And when the last punch was prepared for connecting, Chris pulled his arm back and readied the last hit. His right arm connected once more, and the resounding punch shook the air itself as it connected and sent a shockwave reverberating all throughout the area. Samson was knocked off his feet, his full girth being launched up into the air as dust blew everywhere. Arnold shielded himself from the dust blowing, wondering if his pokémon would still be okay.

When the dust settled, the conclusion was clear. Samson was on the ground, fainted completely and his eyes swirling unconscious. He reverted from his Mega-evolved form and back to a normal Aggron. He was out for the count, and all his trainer could do was recall him back to his Pokéball.

"Damn it!" cried out Arnold. "You haven't heard the last of me, you hear?" he swore.

The sounds of police sirens could be heard off in the distance, with three police cruisers and two motorcycles stopping right at the entire of the alley. The police officers came hopping off of their bikes and cars and pursued Arnold, with guns drawn and their Partner Pokémon summoned from their balls to act as intimidation. Arnold tried to run the other way, but he was soon tackled by two burly officers, with an Arcanine and a Luxray glaring at him and baring their teeth in case he tried something funny.

An Officer Jenny, the leader of the police squad present, came walking forward with handcuffs in her hand and with a few words to say.

"Arnold Seymour, you're under arrest, this time for violating the restraining order placed against you and for assault," stated Officer Jenny as she slapped on the handcuffs. "I don't think the judge will be as lenient on you this time around." And with that, her subordinates hauled off Arnold away to face another time behind bars. All the while, Officer Jenny turned to face Fran to thank her for her valiant efforts. "Thanks for helping out this cretin behind bars again, Miss Olivier! You really helped us out a lot. Now, let me acquire testimony from you before my subordinates tend to Miss Saria and her Pokémon here, and we will do the rest from here."

Fran nodded her head. It would be good to leave the professionals to their work. She gave Officer Jenny all the information that she could about what happened, all while eyeing the young woman named Saria and her Greninja pokémon partner. When she gave all the testimony she could, the police then offered Saria a chance to take her to the Pokémon Center. The young woman refused, saying that she just wanted to go home. Assuming that she'd put her pokémon back in his ball, there was nothing else that they could offer the young woman.

With the testimony given and with their offer refused, the police left with their culprit in tow. Fran and Christopher walked on over to Saria and her Greninja partner. The pokémon looked like he was in pain, but he seemed to be recovering.

"Are you okay?" asked Fran with a bit of worry.

The young lass looked up with a semi-smile

"We're fine," said Saria. "It'll take a lot more than that asshole to knock us down."

Fran and Chris came forwards to assess their injuries. The Greninja looked worse for wear, but at least he was conscious, albeit in pain.

"I'm so sorry, My Sweet," said the pokémon. "I failed you. I failed to protect you."

"It's okay, Razor," said Saria as she kissed him on the tongue scarf. "You did your best. At least our saviors here we're able to send that loser back to prison." Saria then turned to face Fran and Chris. "Thank you so much for rescuing me and Froggy here. I'd hate to think what'd happen to us if you hadn't shown up and saved us."

Though Fran was glad to see them well and safe, she was bothered by the kiss the woman gave to her pokémon, and on its lips no less. But though she wondered whether or not these two were Pokephiles, she was glad to see them safe and sound.

"No problem," said Fran. "I'm Happy to have saved you. Saria, right? The name is- "

"Fran?" cut off Saria. "As in Francine Olivier, Paulo Polli's niece, right?"

Fran blushed at being recognized. She didn't mind the attention, but she preferred to be humble.

"Yeah, that's me," said Fran with a blush. "You probably me heard me say that I was a champion. But in truth, I'm just your everyday derp trying to make an honest living."

"Same here," agreed Saria. "My is Saria. Saria Price, and this is my buddy, Razor. We both live around here in town, but I take it you're new to Lakeshire Town, right Fran."

"Yep. I barely came here about a week ago. I still don't know my around town yet, and so Chris and I sometime get to lost."

Chris walked up to Razor and assessed his condition. The Lycanroc was worried over the status of the Pokémon he rescued, and he hoped that he'd be able to get back up.

"You okay there, Razor bub?" asked Chris. "You look pretty beat up. You sure you can walk?"

"I may need some help," Razor admitted with a slight smile. "You're pretty strong to be beating up that large Aggron like it was nothing. But then again, you are a champion."

"I was a champion, buddy. Fran and I gave all that stuff up."

With the introductions now over, Fran offered Saria and Razor the chance to come over to Uncle Paulo's house to eat and tend to Razor's injuries. Saria and Razor agreed, and with that, Chris and Saria tried to delicately lift up the ninja frog from off the floor. The Greninja was pretty light for his size, and so the two of them could easily support him as he tried to walk for himself. Fran's house was only about four blocks away, but those blocks were rather long. Fran and Saria took turns carrying Razor, for when one got tired the other took her place while the first took a rest.

Upon arriving to the flower shop, Uncle Paulo came rushing out the door, his face frantic as he came to see to his niece and her two guests.

"Francine! I heard the news. I'm so happy that you're okay," said Uncle Paulo.

"I'm fine, Uncle, but our friends here might not be," she said, pointing to Saria and Razor.

Uncle Paulo immediately recognized Saria and her pokémon, and he was all too eager to help.

"Oh, Saria, is Razor hurt? Come inside. Razor can rest on the couch."

The four came into the shop and carried Razor past the side door and into the house. They rested Razor on the long and plush couch, cradling his body with pillows and making him as comfortable as can be. All the while, Saria took a seat right next to him, placing his head on her thighs.

"Wait a moment while I get my medical kit and some berries from the garden," and with that, Uncle Paulo left the four to talk.

Fran was curious as to how Uncle Paulo recognized Saria and Razor. When she asked this, Saria grinned about knowing the flower shop owner for a long while. She said that Paulo is well known in town, and that she'd often come to buy flowers for her friends and family. She knew the man well, and sometimes he'd even offer her advice on matter work, life, and love.

On the subject of love, Fran remembered the kiss that Saria gave to Razor. The notion of her being a Pokephile came to mind, and she went ahead to ask them that.

"I take it you found that out already, eh," said Saria rather sheepishly. "Yeah, Froggy and I are Pokephiles, though we don't go advertising that around. In fact, the main reason we didn't want to the Pokémon Center was because that Anti-Poképhilia priest named Father Matthew Grint was there. I've been trying to avoid him, since the two of us had an argument over Poképhilia not too long ago. I get the feeling that he already suspects I'm a Pokephile"

Fran nodded her head at this. She heard all about the priest and his tirades all over town. The man looked spiteful and full of contempt for just about everyone. But the priest seemed to reserve his deepest hatred towards Pokephiles. Fran may have been against Poképhilia, but at least she didn't preach that these people were going to damnation for this.

But as the two trainers and their pokémon talked, what became clear to Fran was just how amiable and normal Saria was. She always figured that Pokephiles were pretty eccentric and out there. But she looked and behaved just like anyone else, and her demeanor was pretty agreeable, making it that much easier to be around her. And Saria didn't show any shame for admitting she was a Pokephile, either.

All of this made Fran wonder about this lass. She wanted to know what made a Pokephile a Pokephile, and so she went on to ask questions.

"Why I became a Pokephile?" repeated Saria after being asked. "Well, it wasn't an easy decision to make. After all, you got people like Father Grint prowling around trying to get us to repent and things like that. It wasn't something I felt too comfortable doing at first." Saria then looked at Razor and smiled as warm memories filled her heart. "But then, Razor confessed his love for me, and I started thinking whether or not all of this was really wrong, and all sorts of things started filling my mind and... well... I just decided to go for it."

Fran was taken by this confession. She never thought of her own pokémon having feelings for her like that, and for her to grow those feelings in return. Chris was indeed a handsome Lycanroc. He was strong and loyal; he'd pretty much do anything she asked. But was there something hidden within his heart, a love that had yet to surface? And would she be willing and able to accept that love?

Uncle Paulo soon came with his medical kit and some berries. Razor took bites from the bunch of berries the man brought while his wounds were sprayed with Potion and bandaged up. With the pokémon all patched up, it was now time to eat. The four, newly formed friends went over to the kitchen to eat some of Uncle Paulo's cooking. The Alolan Clam Chowder looked delicious, and Saria and Razor fell in love with Uncle's cooking. Fran and Chris also enjoyed the food, with Fran being the first to polish off her plate. She was hesitant to ask for seconds as she felt embarrassed ordering so much food in front of her guests. But her stomach was not content with such a measly portion, and so she ordered more.

It was now the late evening, and so it was now time to go home. Saria and Razor thanked the Olivier Family for having them over. They offered to clean up the plates and help wash, though Uncle Paulo declined, stating that they needn't worry. Saria and Razor walked out the door, leaving Fran with a bit of a confliction.

Fran and Chris started washing dishes and other kitchen chores, and when they were done, they returned to their room.

Fran was still rather taken by the confession of their new friends. They had left such a mark on her. She saw that not all Pokephiles were the perverted, eccentric, and overly sexualized people whom she thought as. In fact, their antics were quite tamer than she originally thought. She wondered if there was a reason why Pokephiles became Pokephiles. Was it the love that she saw these people have for their pokémon, and the pokémon for their trainers?

Was it even possible for her to be one?

Fran was curious yet conflicted. She wanted to learn more. She had to see what all of this was about. And as she got out some clothes from her drawers so that she could shower for the evening, there was just one thing that she wanted to do that she hadn't done with her pokémon in a long while.

"Hey Chris," said Fran to her pokémon, who was laying down on a beanbag chair reading a book. He seemed really into what the was reading but when she asked, "do you want to shower with me?" his ear perked up and a curious look was on his face.

He looked at her, wondering what had possessed her to just suddenly ask this. She hadn't bathed with Fran ever since he was a cute little Rockruff, and they haven't done that again in years.

"This is a first," said Chris as he put down his book. "Why all of a sudden?"

"Well, I... it's just that..." Fran was too embarrassed to mention. "I just want to bathe with you."

"Does this have anything to do with Poképhilia?"

Fran blushed like cherry, her red cheeks telling everything he wanted to know.

"You know, I never took you for wanting to do something like that. What kind of fun do you think we can have in the shower, I wonder?" he teased with a toothy grin.

"Do you want to shower with me or not, Chris?" snapped Fran, though she honestly did mind the teasing. "At least we can shower at the same time so we can save water."

"I doubt there's a water shortage around town, Fran," joked Chris. "Look outside. It's a Water type's paradise out there with all this rain. But sure, we can shower together to 'save water' if you want."

Fran and Christopher left their room and headed for the shower. Whatever was going to happen was all up to whether or not they felt comfortable enough with each other. Fran was rather nervous. This would be the first time she'd be naked in front of Chris as a fully evolved Lycanroc, and for sure he'd would be excited for that. And as the two of them stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind them, Fran began to feel even more nervous. Her heart began beating, and she felt bashful in revealing herself fully to her pokémon.

She slowly began to strip her clothes. Her skin was mostly white, though some parts of her were tanned due to her being under the Alola sun. Her body was very skinny, with a flat tummy and with hardly any sagging skin. She was rather lanky and toothpick like, though it was also incredible that she could eat so much and not gain an ounce of fat. Her hair was long, black, and straight, and it flowed behind her in locks that stretched to the middle of her back. Having such long hair was impressive though probably a hassle to clean, but she just let it all flow naturally without the need of scrunchies or clips.

Christopher was quite taken by the beauty of his trainer. Though her breast were not too large, more like a C-cup at most, he still had the incredible urge to squeeze her breasts. It had been so long since he had seen her naked, and the urge was tempting.

Fran seemed to notice the glimmer in his eye, inciting her to tease her pokémon.

"You like what you see, Wolfie?" she said as she stepped into the shower.

"I think I do," said Christopher stepped in after her.

Though Fran wondered where to go from here, she just felt looser all of a sudden. As she turned on the shower and warm water sprayed on her and her Pokémon's bodies, she wondered if she wanted to take things further.

All of a sudden, her heart began beating as she began to feel desire. She began to feel horny, almost as though something was coming over her. The thought of Poképhilia continued to come up. After seeing Saria and her pokémon confess to their relationship, Fran felt inclined to try for herself the taboo. It was like her reservations were fading away as she hoped to do something she thought she'd never do.

"You okay, Fran?" wondered Chris. "You've been staring blankly for a while now. Don't you want to bathe already? We're just wasting water here, yah know."

Fran turned to face her pokémon. She saw his strapping body, his handsome and dashing face, as well as what was at his crotch. A large tuft of hair was there, hiding the wolf's manhood all too well. Fran couldn't believe she was fantasizing about her pokémon like this, her cheeks were becoming red as she kept having these thoughts. They were overpowering, and they wanted her to do the very thing she tried to avoid doing for so long.

"Uh... Fran?" said Chris rather puzzled. "You okay?"

Fran snapped out of her fantasy, shaking her head to hopefully stop these thoughts.

"Uh, nothing, Chris. Just having some fantasies, is all."

"Oh really?" he said with a toothy smile. Though he enjoyed seeing his trainer stumble around, he wasn't fooled at all by her intentions. "I get the feeling that you've been thinking about Poképhilia this whole time. Is that why you eyeing me like eye candy?"

Fran blushed even redder. She had hoped Chris hadn't noticed her.

"I, uh..." She sighed, realizing what her feelings were. With that, she decided to come clean. "Yeah, I guess I was eyeing you like that."

"Starting to become a Pokephile, eh?" he snickered toothily.

But though he saw the funny side of his trainer trying to experiment with his train of thought, he wanted to let own feelings known as well. He clutched her hand and gripped tight, hoping to become sincere with her on this delicate topic.

"I think you're beautiful, Fran. You're such a good person to be with. We've been together for a long ass time, you know. If you ever want to bring our relationship to the next step, just know that I'll always be waiting and ready. I know this is all a lot to take in. It's hard to get in on this after being against it for so long. But like what Pastor Solis said, just try and be true to yourself."

Fran's heart couldn't beat any harder even if she tried. Her cheeks were warm from blushing. She couldn't believe what she just heard, though the sentiment was well received.

"Maybe I am starting to become a Pokephile, Chris," she confesses. "I've always held reservations about Poképhilia and people who are into it. I never thought I'd get into it myself. But Pastor Solis' sermon, His son Justin, and Saria and Razor just opened my eyes a lot. I guess I was afraid of being shamed by people like Father Grint if I ever got caught."

Chris then got closer to Fran, putting a hand on her cheek, and caressed her.

"Well, Father Grint be damned. Leave that fuddy-duddy out this. What do you say, Fran? Ready to take the plunge?"

Fran smiled at her pokémon. She grabbed his left hand and placed it onto her breasts, sort of as a way of saying that she was she was ready. Chris squeezed her right breast and began gently fondling it, and so giving him the sign.

"I guess I'm ready, Wolfie," she said, calling him by his nickname affectionately.

"So you are, eh?" he replied as he brought his muzzle close to her. "Just know that I'll always be your wolf, Fran. No matter what happens."

"I knew you will."

Their lips connected as Chris grabbed her and pinned her against the wall of the shower. He was kissing gently, hoping to not take things too far, too fast. He wanted to make this moment special for her. He wanted to make her feel comfortable, to not have any regrets over kissing and whatever they'd do next. His lips smacked hers as he stuck his tongue into her mouth, dancing around inside her as he licked her tongue with growing fervor. He hoped that she was enjoying this moment as much as he was.

Fran broke the kiss, her eyes closed in due bliss. She opened them and told her "Wolfie" that she preferred that they do the rest in bed. Chris agreed. And so, the two showered together and got clean, only I get dirt again once they stepped out. Chris and Fran were sexually caressing and washing each other, with Chris smelling her hair and smelling the smell of lavender from her shampoo, with Fran bringing herself to his furry chest, which smelled of the lilac body wash that he used to clean himself with. The two loved each other's scent, almost as much as they loved each other.

The two of them stepped out of the shower to dry themselves off. They giggled at how much they loved the shower scene. It was a sign of better things to come. Fran left the shower with a long towel covering her upper body while Chris carried her dirty clothes. She figured that since she'd be naked for the next thing they'd be doing that putting on clothes now would be a hassle.

They planned on doing much once they reached their bedroom.

They entered their room and Fran looked the door behind her, dropping the towel that covered her bosom. She was now completely naked, showing her okay-sized bust and her fit and skinny body. She first undid her bed, pulling off the covers as she sat down on the white sheets. She looked horny and raring to go. This wasn't her first-time having sex, so she wasn't a virgin anymore. But she was no nymph either, wondering how well her performance with a simple blowjob would be.

Chris came forwards, his soft looking and red member starting to grow out of his sheath. Just looking at Fran's naked body and the aroma of pheromones coming from her exposed snatch was driving him wild. Perhaps she was ovulating, which would explain why she was super horny and smelled so wonderful to his highly sensitive nose. The smells were tantalizing, with his canine cock growing in size as he looked intently at her. He was going to enjoy every bit of this, and he was going to do this his way.

"What would you like to do first, Wolfie?" asked Fran.

"I have something in mind," he said with a sinister toothy smile.

He came forwards to pull Fran off the bed rather roughly, bringing her to her knees and keeping her level with his now erect and throbbing members. Fran gasped at the rough treatment, but she was used to it--she liked it when her human sex partners treated her rough, so it wasn't out of the ordinary. She probably figured Wolfie would be a rough sex partner.

Chris pulled Fran to his crotch and his erect phallus. Fran got a good whiff of scent of his pre cum, and it was much stronger than human cum. She put her nose right to his tip and a small amount of his sperm was flung to her lips by a throb of his manhood. She licked it an got a taste of the stuff that would soon be sloshing in her womb. It was strong and pheromonal, as any sexual bodily fluid ought to be. It wasn't quite an aphrodisiac, but it did make her feel good.

"Ready for Round one then, slut?" said Chris with giddy intent.

"I'm ready, Wolfie," said Fran, becoming the derogative that he called her by. "I'll be your cum dump this night. Please, would you fuck my face?"

Chris snickered with the excite of the prospect

"Gladly, my trainer."

He pulled her head as soon as she opened up stuffing his cock into her mouth and thrusting her face. The taste of his cock and his seed was intoxicating to Fran, and she had only barely begun with this sex session. She tried to create pressure with her lips and lick with her tongue, to keep up with Chris. But the Lycanroc kept thrusting without the chance of giving his sex partner time to react. The taste of cum was getting stronger in her mouth as more and more seed squirted in small drops, and soon she began to get even more intoxicated by the taste and the fog in her mind. Perhaps Lycanroc seed did have some mind-altering properties.

The two kept at it for a while before stopping, with Chris having had enough of face fucking his trainer. He wasn't near orgasm yet, but this little scene was definitely pleasing. Now came the next half of the session, what he'd been waiting for. He grabbed Fran and forced her off the floor. He ordered her to lay on her back on the bed, for he was going to do something else to her in a different body part. Fran laid down as she waited for what her pokémon would do next. She didn't have to wait long, for she felt something long and sticky lap up at her entrance, sending a sharp spike of pleasure shoot up her spine as her clit was licked.

Chris was tonguing her pussy with his canine tongue, getting a taste of the pheromones that were coming from her. He was enjoying the taste--he almost forgot what a female's sex organ tasted like. He kept lapping at her until he put his entire mouth to her clit, suckling and nibbling gently with his teeth. Fran's arched and moaned softly to the feeling of being bitten, all to Christopher's snickering. Cunnilingus never tasted so good, and Chris was all too eager to excite his trainer after exciting himself with her mouth and throat. And the fun was going to get even more enticing from there.

Chris stopped eating her out and decided it was now time to finish this sex session.

"Lay down, slut," he ordered. "It's time to do the stuff we've both been waiting for."

"Yes, Wolfie," said Fran, still in a daze from being eaten out.

Chris ordered her to lay down on the floor this time around, and so he prepared for the main course. Chris got ready to penetrate his trainer, his member itching to enter her. He hoped this missionary position would provide all the access he needed to pound her. But as he was aligning himself with her entrance, he wanted to know how she was feeling... in his own way and words.

"How do you feel, slut?" he asked. "Still regret having committed Poképhilia?"

"No, Wolfie," she replied, having enjoy everything up until now. "I don't regret it one bit. I kind of wish I'd done this sooner."

"Good, cause now the fun stuff is about to begin. I hope you're ready for this."

He aligned himself with her and put his tip right at her entrance, teasing her pushing just the tip into her and pulling out. He kept teasing her like this, give his trainer a bit of suspense as to when she would at last feel him inside of her. She moaned into the slight penetrations, wondering she would feel his full length in her at last. He lifted her legs back, her flexibility giving him full access to her without being bothered by her thighs.

And then, that moment came. Chris inserted his cock into her, the canine member pushing slowly yet steadily into her. She was tight and warm, with the Lycanroc growling into how good she felt to penetrate. He continued sinking into her, not stopping for anything as he heard his trainer moan into the penetration. He let out a wicked, toothy smile, the voicing of his trainer all music to his ears. He felt inclined to tease her even more, and so he went for her breasts with his arm, squeezing her and massaging her nipple as he continued getting a feel at how good her pussy was.

Fran loved being stuffed and tit groped. This was turning out much better than what she had ever had with her human partners. She only had sex twice in her life, and both men were not nearly as talented, nor as well endowed, as her own pokémon. She would've laughed in this moment of serendipity if it weren't for the fact that she continued moaning in pleasure at being fucked. Her lover continued to push further into her until he at last reached his knot. For now, this was the end of the push, but Chris was so long that he still had plenty of length to give her pleasure. And Fran got to feel his length reach deep into her. She could feel him push up against her walls, and it left her breathless.

Now the fun would begin.

Chris began pulling out and pushing forward in quick rhythm, not caring to give her time to get adjusted o the feel. He was just so big, and his pointed tip rubbed against her walls to create even more ecstasy. He was soon pounding her rabidly, lifting himself from playing with her tits so that he could focus solely on pounding her pussy. He was pushing in and out with greater fervor, the room filling with the wet sound coming from their moment. It gave the two a tingle of ASMR, with the sound being just as pleasuring as the deed itself.

The two were making so much noise that Fran feared that Uncle Paulo would hear them. She figured that he must still be in the store tending to the last customers of the day. But still, she tried not to moan too loudly. Yet, with all the ecstasy that was flooding her mind, it was getting hard to think and feel anything else beside the mind-numbing pleasure shooting into her brain. Chris was certainly fucking her brains out, and she loved being treated roughly and being abused by her pokémon. She even moved her hips forwards and back to meet with Chris' thrusts, so that when he pushed forward she rocked back and the two hit each other hard.

"You getting into this, Chris?"

"Fuck, yeah," said the Lycanroc rabidly. "In fact, I think I want to taste you again."

Before Fran had time to react, Chris opened his mouth, baring his teeth as he lunged straight for her. He clamped onto her neck, with Fran gasping as she felt him bite onto her. But he didn't bite with enough force to pierce her skin, rather he simply nibbled on her and suckled rather than actually tearing into her flesh. He chewed on her neck, making sounds that tingled her sensory nerves even more. The feeling of being chewed was so surreal and pleasing, and the sensation made her feel like pudding in Chris' already rough hands. She loved it so much, feeling like prey being devoured by a hungry predator.

"Yes!" she cried in joy. "Please bite me more, Wolfie. Eat me like the prey I am. I want you to be my predator tonight."

"Gladly," he replied midway between a bite.

The sensations were overcoming Fran's better judgement. Right now, she didn't care about the taboos of Poképhilia. She didn't care about naysayers like Father Grint or any of the Anti-Poképhilia Crusaders. She just wanted to find release, to cum and feel the cum of her pokémon squirt into her awaiting womb as he continued to chew on her flesh like a Lopunny that's been hunted down. She wanted this, she needed this, and she hoped that it would last.

And she would get her wish. The two of them were now approaching orgasm as they continued their little romp. Chris was now thrusting with even greater fervor as he approached his orgasm, and Fran was rocking back even faster, the room filling with the sound of their slapping thighs. There fervor was now at an all-time high, the two of them couldn't be any more enthralled than they already were, and it would only continue to grow until the point of no return. Chris at last stopped biting Fran, leaving the area where he chewed tender and moist. For now, he wanted to focus solely on pounding her. He wanted to make this moment as pleasing and memorable as possible.

"Oh, Chris, I... I think I'm gonna- "

"Me too, Fran," he said in a strained voice.

With the moment almost here, he grabbed one of her hands with one paw and wrapped the other behind her head, pulling her close to him. Before they would seal their lips together, the two of them uttered the words:

"I love you, Fran."

"I love you too, Chris."

Their lips sealed once more as they prepared for the final moment. Just before the moment of Bliss, Chris thrusted into her one last time, pushing his knot into her. Her cervix and the outer part of her vagina were pushed apart to accommodate his knot. She moaned loud as she felt her entrance stretched out by this, and this was only the initial stretching. Chris' knot filled with blood and began to expand, stretching her out even more as it created a tight seal from which no cum would gush out, locking the two of them together in this passionate moment.

What came next shattered both of their minds.

Both lovers' organs began to spasm into release. They could feel their organs convulsing and quivering as Chris jetted his loud into his trainer and Fran milked his cock for every drop that he could give. The stream of Lycanroc cum was torrential, with the pokémon emptying his balls into her as his knot trapped every drop into her. All the while, Fran could feel her womb fill with his seed, her womb feeling the thick and sticky fluid slosh into her deepest regions. She could feel the warmth and virility of his potent cum as it created a sticky, tingly sensation deep in her. He squirted plenty enough seed to impregnate her if she were a pokémon in the same egg group as him. But for now, her pussy just squeezed him for all his worth, and when no more cum could fit inside of her tummy, her tummy expanded a little bit since none of the seed could squirt out on account of the knot.

Fran and Chris lay motionless on the floor, their bodies tired and their minds frayed. They continued kissing through the feeling of euphoria that rocked them to their cores. Now, it was a time to recover and bond in the after-orgasm. Even when the feeling began to fade they continued their kiss, hoping to indulge in after-orgasm clarity and the notion that things would never be the same from this moment onwards.

After ten minutes from their orgasm, Chris' knot finally began to shrink down. No longer attached to each other, the Lycanroc pulled out, causing a mess of cum to flow out of her onto the floor. Fran hugged him as the two of them laid down on their sides, with Fran laying herself down on his chest. To oblige, Chris wrapped Fran in his arms, bringing her close to him as the two rested. Fran could smell his red and white fluffy fur, and it still smelled of the lilac scented body wash he used in the shower.

"Oh... I feel so full of cum, Wolfie. That... that was intense," sighed Fran.

"It sure was, Fran," said Christopher. "And it seems you finally became a Pokephile."

Fran blushed, realizing that he was right. She couldn't believe that she did this, but here she was, next to her pokémon, with a sore vagina and a womb full of sperm. Never did she think that she'd something like this, and yet here she was.

"I guess I became a Pokephile after all, Wolfie," said Fran. She would laugh at the irony of all this if she wasn't so sore and mind blown. "And I think we'll be doing this again for a few more times more in these coming days."

Chris looked at Fran with a toothy smile, saying: "I look forward to it."

The two laid on the floor for about a good ten minutes, kissing and making out as their tongues danced while they began to recollect themselves. And when they were done, they at last got up from the floor. Fran rubbed her entrance with a nearby cloth to clean up, and Christopher did the same with another cloth and his own crotch. Fran then got dressed in shorts and an undershirt and went out the room to fetch a bottle of disinfectant cleaner to clean the floor. Thankfully, here hunch on Uncle Paulo still being in the store was right, as she heard him close up shop for the night.

With the floor and their crotches clean, Fran and Chris decided it was time turn in as well. They got under the covers, where Fran fell steadily asleep, though it was much earlier than when she'd usually fall asleep. All the while, the nocturnally active Christopher watched her sleep, her shallow breathing, and the expansion of her chest with every breath.

Fran meant so much to him. He wouldn't dream of being anywhere else besides right next to her. And it was this bond that helped them win the Alola Pokémon League all those years ago. Fran was so happy to have won, and Chris was happy to see her so content and proud of him. Now, the two of them have grown up, with Fran turning into a beautiful young woman and Chris a mature Midnight Lycanroc. He hoped to have even more tender moments like this. It was moment like these that he lived for, and he hoped that the newfound love between the two of them would continue to grow.

He hoped that tomorrow would bring about a good day of change. And He was excited to see how they as newly born Pokephiles would live out their lives...

Uncle Paulo's cash register clicked again with another sale, and he had a whole line of people coming over to purchase flowers, balloons or other of the whole menagerie of new items that he now had for sale. All the while, Fran and Christopher were helping him fill orders and making gift baskets for the customers who made special orders. Business was at last booming for "Paulo Polli's Flower Hut", and the cash register was filling to the brim with Pokémon dollars as the day went on. The shop would never be empty of customers as people from all over town, having seen the flyers posted around town and the online ad, came to make a purchase.

There was still good news to be had besides the boost in sales. Fran went to her interview at the Silph Co Pokéball Plant, and when she showed her resume and accolades the interviewer was tempted to hire her on the spot. But it was the day after the interview that the good news came that she was hired. And not only was she hired, but the phone call she got from the interviewer himself said that the company would be more than happy to have her on board, saying that she was just the person they needed to turn things around.

After Paulo cashed the last customer in his store, the large man came up to Christopher and Fran and opened his arms wide to give them a great big bear hug.

"Thank you so much, Francine my niece! And you too, Christopher!" he said with glee. "I am no longer in the red! Business is booming like never before!"

"Can't... breathe!" she gasped, feeling like she was being hugged by a Bewear.

"Same... here," said Christopher.

Paulo let them go and gave his niece some encouragement. "With your skills for business, I have no doubt you will succeed in your new job, Francine. Just like my shop, you will turn around the Pokéball Plant and make them a nice tidy sum of- "

The door to the shop opened once more as the doorbell chimed, and in came Saria, Justin Solis, and their pokémon Razor and Lillia.

"Hey there, Saria! You too, Justin!" called out Fran.

"Sup, Fran!" said Saria as she rushed over to hug her new friend. "I heard that you got this shop up and running again. You really did help Mister Paulo and turn things around. Justin and I heard the good news. It's awesome that you're now going to work at the plant with us."

"It'd be great to have you, Fran. Maybe we can meet up during lunch as all three of us work together," wondered Justin.

"Thanks, you two!" accepted Fran gleefully "I can't wait to start my new day there."

Lillia and Razor went up to Christopher and congratulated him as well.

"It is nice that you and your trainer will meet us in the factory," said Lillia.

"Maybe we can battle one of these days, eh Chris?" suggested Razor.

"You're on, Razor," smiled Chris. "Maybe I teach you two some stuff from my days when Fran and I won the championship."

Saria and Justin noted to Fran that they knew some friends that would love to meet her and her pokémon. Fran smiled and agreed. It would be nice to meet new people from the ones she already made friends with. Things were looking up for her and Christopher. And with that, the future looked bright. The sky once more turned sunny as the clouds parted way from another shower from the sky, marking the bright future that lay ahead for both her and her pokémon partner.

And so, a dainty and reserved woman was reborn, and Lakeshire Town had a new pair of Pokephiles in its midst...