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My name is Levi, I always wanted to be a Pokémon Trainer. I was born in a settlement at the foot of the nearby mountains like many other naive boys with similar dreams. The only thing of importance in our rural area was a small Fighting type centered Pokémon Gym and hundreds of sheep being risen all around it in the grass fields. The civilization didn't arrive here, which was a blessing and a curse as the trainers arriving to battle here were the only connection with the outside world that we had. That meant that every boy my age dreamed of becoming a Pokémon trainer like them, to travel the world with their poké friends in search of might and adventure just like this, if only I knew back then what a bad idea it was.

I don't regret my past choices, thanks to them I met Millie and my other friends, but because of this, I'm now struggling so much in life. Too many guys like me decided to try their luck at being someone where luck was not enough to succeed in life. Only a few trainers out of hundreds per generation succeeded in life to make a name for themselves and live this way. Being good was not enough, you needed to be the best or you were no one in the eyes of society.

Our village had a fighting Gym for many generations so it's become a tradition for the three most promising boys from my, and the two nearby villages to pick one of the three most popular fighting types as starters: they were Riolu, Machop, and Mienfoo. I was the first one to pick as I was living where these Pokémon were handed over. I took a look at all 3 of them and I had no doubt who I wanted to be my partner, the other two looked strong, no doubt being the better choices for someone aiming to be a Pokémon master, but Mienfoo looked so cute in my eyes that I have genuinely fallen in love.

At that time I didn't know who the other two trainers were beside me, but fate made me meet one of them over and over during our travels, and I hoped that each of them would be the last time. The other trainer I never met. All that I know about him is that he got the remaining Riolu and aspired to become a Ghost-type gym leader. You may consider that being a weird combination of fighting type Pokémon in a Ghost-only team but it fits perfectly, just imagine preparing a Dark or Normal type Pokémon for an easy win and having Lucario whoop your ass instead.

My rival on the other hand... let's just say that I was glad that I picked the only girl from the starters instead of him, it's never a good idea to give a young inexperienced boy a role that requires him to manage and care for others, and if you take sex education away as well? It's a recipe for a disaster. I've seen it happen with so many trainers during my journey that I have lost count of them. If one can't control their urges, the urges take control of them instead, making them turn into monsters. The only reason why I didn't follow this path was that I cared for my Pokémon more than about my desires. I wanted them to be happy.

Some of my Pokémon have tried to seduce me during their heat as they were searching for a partner but I politely refused each time. The heat clouded their mind, making them attempt something they didn't want to do. It was a pure instinct not backed by their mind. But the true reason was that I was afraid that it may make me see them in another less innocent light if I did it, that it could make me take a path of no return like these other people. I avoided it, especially with Millie. For me she's like my innocent little sister. For years I managed to avoid it until one of my newly captured Pokémon gave me no other choice, during a strong heat she tied me up and rode for a whole night, but that's a story for another time. For now just know that if you refuse to give something to a creature that can hang you upside down from a tree any time she wishes to, "no" isn't an option anymore.

What was I talking about? Ahhh yes, my rival. Sooo as you can imagine he didn't resist the advances of his Pokémon, instead, he built a harem of girls around himself. I never told Millie this as she already hated him for his character alone and I did my best to shelter her. He always envied me stealing her from him. He offered me unthinkable things over and over, like trading Pokémon and even partners for a night, to have him buy her from me, one time he even tried to bet a battle over her. That's how low he saw his and every other Pokémon, not as partners or living beings but as mere sex toys. He was even heartless enough to trade his starter away for another "bitch" as he called them. I was glad that Millie didn't know about it, thinking that he changed them to build a better team.

Yet as bad as he was he didn't define our actions. My partners and I succeeded many times in conquering a lot of gyms over the many years that we traveled. We crossed through four whole regions, entering at least quarterfinals at their championships each time we tried. I've met a lot of friends on my way, accepting some of them into my team and cherishing every single one of them. I needed to let some of them go at various points as that was the best for them, but I won't ever forget any of my friends. Neither will I forget the nights we've spent under the starry night camping during our journeys and making each other smile.

What hurt my pride was that this asshole was talented at fighting; he always knew how to counter me, making it a true challenge to beat him in a fight. You could say that the only reason we managed to win against him every time we meet was the power of friendship, as funny as it may sound. He replaced his harem every week, getting bored of his girls, which meant that no one in his squad cared about him at all. The morale of his Pokémon was as low as my opinion about him, giving me an advantage in battle They doubted his orders, sometimes refusing them altogether.

But after so many years of travel, it was finally time to settle down. There were two big reasons for it. The Pokémon League supported trainers only for the first few years, further supporting only ones that got some real accomplishments. The other reason was that for the first time in my life, I had lost to him. At the height of my ability I had lost to him. It happened during semifinals of a massive tournament. I don't know for sure but the reason may have been that it was the only time I didn't have Millie with me. I could not risk him saying something stupid with whole world watching us. I was lucky that my failure happened during championships otherwise he would no doubt try to put his hands on my precious girl, but this awakened a powerful fear within me. What if he beat me in a remote place and stole Millie away from me? I could not risk it happening anymore.

I had settled in a bigger city near my home, far from where I lost. This city was formed like a circle with 4 areas around its center. These triangle-shaped areas were populated by different layers of society with the poor one being opposite to the rich one and separated by a city center, the areas on the sides were an entertainment district and a middle-class district. The one I was living in was populated by people like me, it was slums with everything but a name: old buildings, dirty roads, and crime behind every corner as desperate people tried to live using desperate ways. But this city had its advantages, it was big enough to give us anonymity and perspective to live, offering enough jobs for people like us to survive, at least that's what I was thinking as reality soon hit me hard. No place wanted trainers like me, they called us leftovers of society, people without any experience, having only our crushed dreams. I tried my best to give a bright future to myself and my partners but it was becoming clear that it was an impossible task to accomplish. I got a job, a low paying one but a job that allowed me to buy a small apartment on the edge of the the poor district. It was a dangerous place filled with crime but it also was quite close to the city center.

To my horror soon I needed to make a decision, an impossibly hard one. I needed to let go of my Pokémon for their good. I wasn't able to support them, and I wasn't traveling anymore which meant I couldn't make them happy like before. I had but one choice, so one after another I worked hard to find them a suitable and safe home where they would be happy. A few of them wanted to be released back into the wild experienced enough to survive there on their own, one more had found a trainer that I could trust, and the last one... the last one refused to say goodbye to me regardless of how much I wanted to convince her. Millie refused to go, staying by my side with nothing that I could give her in return.

I did my absolute best to make her happy. I did everything in my power to give her everything that she needed, that being food, a place to live, and even training. I never told her, but for days in a row I could skip my lunch, just for her to have something tasty to eat. That's how much I cared for her. But even this small happiness could not last for long. Soon after I lost my only job. I struggled long and hard to find any place that wanted to hire me, I could sort Tauros dung with my bare hands if I needed to, but there was simply no place that even considered hiring a leftover like me. And because of this, Millie was put in a tight spot, one that I wanted to avoid at all costs. I could see it in her eyes, the determination that hurt my heart like a thorn. There was but one way she could earn money that I couldn't. It was through a sex agency centered around exploiting Pokémon. I wanted to stop her, but I hesitated at the worst time, losing the only chance I had to prevent her from doing this. For a single second I was thinking that it might be a good choice to stabilize, letting her slip out of my fingers. I will hate myself for the rest of my life for not grabbing her shoulder and making her stop, convincing her to give me more time instead of making her sacrifice her body for me. I was pathetic.

I couldn't stop her anymore but I could at least try to apologize to her, to try to thank her from the bottom of my heart. I decided to take out the rest of my savings and give her something good to think about once she returns. She'll need it more than ever. I prepared her favorite meal for her, finishing it just in time to hear her return to our humble home. And the moment I saw her I knew I made the right decision of doing it. She was visibly shaken and not because of the food I prepared. I had never in my life seen her this troubled and full of doubt, yet all I could do was hug her. If only I stopped her a few hours ago...

Once she finished eating It didn't take her long for that empty look to return to her face. I needed to do something to give her a way to forget, and I had just one more trick up my sleeve to do it. Years ago I noticed that most of my Pokémon would forget about the whole world during their training. They could focus on it like tigers stalking their prey. In other words, I swallowed my doubts and regret and did my best on giving her just that, a long and intensive training, one that won't leave her time to think about her recent doings. Yet I didn't take one thing into my calculations, she could indeed focus, but I couldn't, which meant that soon after I got a punch straight to the face. I loved her and I couldn't forgive myself for letting this situation come true. I wanted to protect her yet I was protected instead. That's why I swallowed my pride and tried to gently convince her this one last time to not do this anymore. That she didn't need to, or at least that she shouldn't do it for someone pathetic like me.

Once in bed, I could not sleep, aware that she was kept awake as well. My hand was gently wrapped around her body in an attempt to show her that she is safe with me. A few hours later as her breath calmed down and she began cutely and quietly snoring. I remained awake, how could I sleep with so many worries in my head? I needed to be sure. I needed to know if she won't be harmed there or if she is happy, but I couldn't. I promised her that I won't ever ask her what she does, despite being fully aware of it myself. If I showed my face there and she noticed me it would be a disaster.

Just before sunrise, and without any sleep at all, I left our home. If I stayed I wouldn't have let her go. That was my second mistake in this short time. Instead of her coming back home in the evening it was a Braixen instead, a girl bearing really bad news. Millie got injured during work, and even though they take full responsibility for it, giving her all of their support it was still my fault. If only I hade made her stay home...