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I forgot about the Poképorn thing until Jack picked me up in the morning; Jack and I always walked to school together. Waving goodbye to my mom, I walked out the front door with a slab of toast in my mouth while tugging on my jacket. The first thing Jack said to me was: "Pokeporn, man. Gimme your thoughts! And you better be honest!"

I wasn't surprised, to be honest. Rolling my eyes, I glanced at him. Jack was dressed like a rich douchebag, as usual; He wore an expensive-looking maroon turtleneck, a fur jacket, and tan dress pants. I would probably always resent the materialistic side of Jack. I just didn't understand spending so much money on outrageously expensive clothes instead of on food or real necessities. Why one turtleneck instead of ten durable t-shirts? It made no sense to me. Even when Jack spent his heaps of money on me, something he loved to do (which always made me feel oddly self-conscious) I hated the fact that so much money was wasted on someone so idiotic when it came to spending.

I always felt like an eyesore standing near him in my worn-out t-shirts and jeans, but my mild resentment didn't change the fact that he was my best friend. I guess I just don't understand why someone like him is friends with someone like me. I sighed, "I despise you, you weird little ginger freak. Also, that haircut is shit."

Jack smirked. "Don't like the undercut?" He ran his hand across one of his shaved sides. Compared to my untamed, shoulder-length black hair, his looked amazing. Not that I'd ever compliment him to his face.

"No, you look like every other asshole in Hearthome city."

Jack shrugged, but the corner of his lips twitched like he was trying to hold back a smile. I was always rude to him, but he never really minded. It's how we were. Me: the asshole, and him: the pervy douche. It just worked, and acting differently would be strange.

"Anyways Jackoff, why is that the first thing you say to me?"

He laughed. "Is that an honest question? What the hell else would I talk about? I know you were looking at it cause you didn't message me back like usual. So, I want to hear your thoughts."

I blushed and averted my eyes. Damn him for knowing me so well. "I mean...I watched a little." I was suddenly very conscious of the fact that we A) Needed to head to school and B) Were standing right in front of my house. I started walking, and Jack followed beside me.

"Hot. Right?"

My mind was immediately filled with the image of the Zoroark sucking on her trainer's cock, saliva dribbling down the length. My breath caught a little, but I shook away the image. "Maybe a little but it's illegal... and it's wrong dude. That's just a fact."

Jack frowned. "Not really."

I sighed, munching on my toast. "Shouldn't you be focused on something more important? I don't know, like class? Our test is today." I expected him to shrug it off like usual. Instead, Jack beamed and nodded.

"Hell yeah! I'm going to pass this time, bro." I was shocked by his excitement and oddly impassioned determination. His mother made Jack go, so he never really gave a shit about school despite being smart. I approved of his enthusiasm.

"What's got you so pumped, man?"

Jack grinned and gave me two thumbs up. "I'm gonna fuck her!"

"What?" I deadpanned. If he said what I thought he was going to...

Jack frowned. "What don't you get, man? My Pokémon. I'm going to fuck her." Had Jack lost his damn mind? He was an idiot and a pervert but even he had to know how sick and idiotic that sounded. Surely, he had also seen the news reports of people getting years in prison for that type of thing... Watching porn and fapping was one thing, actually committing the act was something else entirely.

I didn't even know what to say. "Uh... well... what if she is a he?"

Jack's expression became disgusted. "Screw off with that gay shit. Anyways, I told you: I already know exactly what Pokémon I'm going to get. You're gonna be so shook, man."

I rolled my eyes. Lucky bastard: The few poor folks like me are going to get stuck with Bidoofs but he's getting some rare Pokémon of his choosing despite failing so many times? It was kind of bullshit. I didn't say anything, though, I was still too shocked by the "I plan to fuck my Pokémon" thing. Was he serious? His expression of excitement made it seem like he was.

I imagined myself fucking a Pokémon. Instantly, I had the mental image of me fucking that male Bidoof I was probably going to get. Disgust filled me; the imagery was so intense! Bidoof's infamous, dopey expression staring up at me as I pounded away... 'Hell no!'

Jack saw my expression and gave me a knowing, warm smile and a thumbs up. "I got you, bro." I was afraid of what that meant... yet was oddly comforted by it. No doubt, the Wainwright heir pulled strings for me, even though I didn't ask for it. It was moments like these that make me wonder why/how he didn't have a girlfriend yet. Jack was an ideal guy for any girl. He was rich, smart, and had a great sense of humor. And you couldn't get around the fact that he was good-looking to the point that he could easily fit on the cover of a magazine. But I guess one huge negative feature overshadowed the positive: Jackson Wainwright was a lecherous pervert, and every girl at school, probably in the whole of Hearthome, knew it.

I still love the bastard.

---

The Hearthome Coordinator Trainer's School, also called the HCTS, is a relatively new school. It's an ideal place for young people who want to become a contest coordinator and not a Pokémon battler. Besides the obvious lessons about contests and Pokémon, another benefit for coordinator's is the fact that HCTS is located in Hearthome City. Hearthome's very own contest celebrity, Fantina, helped fund the school along with the local Pokémon Fanclub. Apparently, Jack's family helped fund it quite a bit as well.

Jack comes from a family of coordinators. His three older sisters, two of which are twins, are very well-known across Sinnoh. Each had an Eeveelution: Umbreon, Espeon, and Sylveon. They were also pretty good at battling. His mom, Linda Wainwright, used to be a really famous coordinator, as well. Compared to them Jack was... well, Jack.

Currently, the idiot was trying to impress "the hottest babe in class": Juliet Harmon.

I watched in amusement from my desk, cheek in palm. Jack was trying to balance a book on the tip of his nose, bouncing from foot to foot. He was truly living up to his title of class clown... though, class retard was probably more appropriate. I was just glad Ms. Marcel wasn't here to see this.

"Are you ready for the test, Avery?" A soft voice asked. I turned to the source.

My only other friend in this place, Mabel Foster, smiled politely at me from behind a big textbook. Not only was Mabel cute as hell with curly brown locks and big green eyes, but she was also kind and gentle. Mabel was one of those soft-spoken, shy girls who made glasses look cute. Today, she was wearing a long skirt, tank-top, and a denim jacket. Her freckled, adorable face was a welcome sight compared to Jack's buffoonery. If Mabel was a little older, I would have asked her out already. Something about her being fifteen, only a year older than my own little sister, made me more than a little uncomfortable, though it didn't stop me from crushing on her. I didn't let the attraction bother me, because I willingly chose not to pursue her, despite her obvious mutual interest in me. Our desks had been next to each other all year, and we often talked about our mutual dislike of professional Pokémon battling and our issues with society's treatment of Pokémon in general. The only thing that stopped us from distracting each other during class was our studious personalities. Both of us wanted to be something, had plans for the future.

"Hey Mabel," I greeted her with a smile. "Yeah, I think I'm ready. What about you?"

Mabel pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, blushing intensely. "Oh, me? Yeah. At least ... I hope so."

"You're the smartest girl here, so I have no doubts."

Mabel let out the oddest, mousey-sounding squeal and buried her face in her book. She exited the conversation just like that. I sighed in disappointment and turned my attention back to Jack.

I kind of understand Jack when it comes to Juliet. She's breathtakingly beautiful, he's right about that. Just as rich as him, she was decked from head-to-toe in designer clothing and her signature red scarf, fuck-me red lipstick combo. She had a big sister who was quite a famous model. That's where my attraction to her ended, though. Although Juliet was good-looking, she had nothing else going on. She was the biggest bitch I'd ever met, and she loved making a fool out of Jack - who in turn loved playing the fool.

My mind wandered as I gazed at said ginger idiot. Was he seriously going to screw his Pokémon? And would I ever be able to see Pokémon in a normal light again?

I glanced over at Mabel, wondering what her thoughts on Poképhilia were. She seemed like the type who would be totally against that kind of thing. I hesitantly scooted my desk closer. For a moment, I was distracted by how cute she was, her chestnut hair falling softly across her cheeks while her gaze was fixated on her textbook.

Mabel noticed my stare and smiled at me, closing her book. Her cheeks were flushed a lovely red. "You...you look like you have something on your mind. What's up, Avery?"

"H-hey...Mabel...I saw something on the news earlier today that's been bothering me. Uh, a man was caught "you knowing" his Pokémon. That's crazy, right?"

As expected, Mabel's face drew up in disgust and horror. "Gosh, every time I hear about Poképhilia I'm just horrified!" That was about the response I expected. A day ago, I'd have probably reacted the same way if someone brought the topic up, so why did I feel a little disappointed? I did my best to disguise the emotion.

"Right? Poképhilia is disgusting!" I said, louder than intended, then laughed awkwardly and scooted my desk away. I ignored the weird look Mabel gave me. The feet of the desk screeched loudly on the floor. I must have been louder than I thought because multiple students were now staring at me, including Juliet. She had a strange expression on her flawless face, her eyes narrowed.

I was saved from the awkward situation by Ms. Marcel, who walked into class loudly, complaining about her apparently malfunctioning alarm clock. Ms. Marcel was a bitter old woman who liked to bitch about anything and everything. Apparently, she used to be a contest coordinator, but her career never took off so now she was stuck at HCTS teaching "this sorry lot." She was a good teacher, though, and she also just saved me from an extremely awkward social situation so I could have kissed her feet at that moment.

The old woman shuffled to her desk, and we all watched as she tugged a big brown folder full of papers from her bag. The tests! A hush fell over the entire room - including Jack, who was still loitering near Juliet's desk.

"Back to your seat, mister Wainwright," Ms. Marcel ordered, gazing at Jack with her beady eyes.

"Yeah yeah." For once, Jack obeyed and slinked back to his seat by the window. He smiled at me when he caught my gaze. He was serious about this, wasn't he?

'He's going to pass. So, he can...'

"Mister Higgs," That was me. "Why don't you pass around the papers?" As usual.

"Sure." I went desk to desk, passing out the finals. It was quick and painless, other than the fact that Juliet's eyes were locked on me the entire time I walked around - which was more than a little uncomfortable. When I stumbled and nearly fell on my ass, I knew she was the reason immediately. Juliet had tried to trip me. What was her problem?!

"Oops," Juliet giggled, "Sorry Avery." Her tone was acidic, and I steadied myself on the edge of the desk I'd managed to catch myself on. There were some hushed murmurs and more than a few muffled giggles. I decided to ignore Juliet and carry on passing out the tests, although my face was burning with embarrassment.

What had I done to deserve that? I couldn't come up with a reason. Jack was usually the target of her cruel bullying since he bothered her all the time with his perversions, but I don't think I've ever even had a real conversation with her. My peers and I didn't socialize much. Despite most of them being younger, my fellow students had no respect for me. Probably because I was the oldest...and the poorest one here.

I did my best to not let the situation bother me. This was probably the last day I'd see most of them and there was no point getting angry at a bunch of rude brats. I was reaching the end of the stack now.

Jack gave me a wink when I handed him his test. He was the last one. I returned to my desk, gazing at the rather intimidating packet that lay before me. This test was the one thing standing between me and a better life. All I had to do was pass it and I'd have my Trainer ID/license within a week. Then, after all the paperwork was processed and stuff, I'd get it: my very first Pokémon.

My Pokétch lit up on my wrist. I glanced at it nonchalantly. It was a message. I checked to make sure no one was looking and tapped the screen until I reached the messenger app. I nearly yelled out loud.

The message was an image of Poképhilia...! 'JACK!'

Logically, I should have closed it immediately and focused on my test. Instead, I stiffened and stared at the image in complete disbelief. The pic was of Fantina, and she was fucking her damn Drifblim! The giant air balloon Pokémon had the gym leader suspended in air as its strange, engorged purple cock pushed into her pussy. Her lips were curled into a huge smile and tears dripped down her cheeks. Fantina was clearly on cloud nine, juices dripping down her nice, toned thighs. She was grasping onto Drifblim as if she never wanted to let go. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Fantina!? The leader of Hearthome City Gym, HCTS? She was seriously fucking a Pokémon- and there were pictures of it online!? This couldn't be real. It just couldn't be! Where did Jack even find this!?

I glanced at Jack, who gave me two thumbs up and a shit-eating grin. I hastily shut off my Pokétch.

'Test. Focus on the test.' My disobedient brain kept wandering back to the picture of Fantina. I would beat Jack's ass if his stupid porn stopped me from passing my test!

Once the test started, my distraction faded. It was surprisingly easy, which made sense considering how much I studied. When it was done, I passed in my test and met Jack outside. Once everyone was finished, Ms. Marcel would grade the papers and mail us the results within a few days. Outside in the slightly chilly air, Jack had one hand in his pocket and was gazing at his Pokétch. Probably looking at more porn, the bastard. Jack beamed when he noticed me walk out, walking up to me.

"Wassup, man? How'd ya do?" He wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

'Is he seriously not going to talk about it?'

"I definitely passed. Despite your...distraction."

"Were you surprised to find out that someone you admire is a Pokéfucker?" Jack laughed at my disgusted expression. He shook his head, "Avery, my man...I'm telling you! It's more common than uncommon. In fact, I ordered some DVDs! You should come over some time and watch em with me."

I looked around and made sure no one was listening.

"Pokémon...videos? As in...?" I kept my voice a mere whisper. Jack winked. My response was obviously going to be a no, did Jack seriously expect me to say anything else? I cleared my throat and shoved his arm off my shoulder. "Nah, dude. Sorry, not into it..."

Jack gave me a doubtful look. "Well, it wouldn't be for a few days... so at least think on it."

A familiar face walked out, along with her usual possy. Juliet Harmon was laughing and smiling, but the second she saw me her expression became ice cold. "Maybe... By the way, uh, did Juliet mention anything about me? She won't stop glaring at me and she tried to make me eat shit in class." Jack glanced in Juliet's direction, waving happily with a huge smile. Juliet just scowled and turned away, but a few moments later I could feel her heated gaze on me again.

"What's her problem?" I muttered. It was seriously starting to piss me off.

"Well you did say all Poképhiles are disgusting in class today, that's probably it," Jack said with a smile, confusing the heck out of me. Was he saying that Juliet...? I opened my mouth, and Jack shook his head. "No... I'm obviously not saying she's a Pokéfucker."

I scratched the back of my head. "I'm confused..."

Jack sighed heavily. He looked at me like I was a lost cause or a disappointment. "Dude, watch some television some time...like, I don't know, the news? You are way too out of the times. Juliet's sister got caught...you knowing...that's where I heard about it first."

My eyes widened. Juliet's older sister was a...I gulped. It really was more common than not, huh? I glanced at Juliet and met her fiery gaze. I owed her an apology. I had only said those words to Mabel so she wouldn't think differently of me or be suspicious. Poképhilia was disgusting to me, obviously, but I had angered Juliet and probably hurt her feelings and that wasn't acceptable.

She looked so angry, though. I wouldn't bother trying today. Maybe the day we got our starters...or maybe I'd leave her alone because after we got them, I'd never see her again.

Jack put his arm around my shoulders again, roughly shaking me. "Don't worry about it, man! I'm sure Juliet is used to the weird looks and trash talk, she definitely doesn't give a shit about your dumb opinion." Jack gave me a thumbs up, and his trademark, winning smile.

"Ugh," I sighed, "I hate you sometimes...anyways I should probably head home soon. My mother is probably losing her mind wondering how it went."

Jack nodded. "Same. See ya dude!" He clapped me on the back and started walking away, before pausing and looking back. "And thanks, Avery, for not really judging me about this stuff even though you're supposedly not into it." He grinned at me one more time and walked away.

I was checking my bag to make sure I hadn't left anything behind when a hand touched my arm. I spun, terrified, and met the wide green eyes of Mabel. She bowed her head.

"Sorry for scaring you! I just wanted to know if you'd like to walk home with me, Avery."

Her blush made her even cuter than usual, highlighting her adorable freckles. I nodded, my own face burning. "Sure, why not?" Mabel beamed.

---

We've walked home together before, many times. Platonic affairs, usually just me escorting her after staying late. Mabel's family ran a store near the school, which also served as their family home. They were Pokémon breeders and caretakers, so her house was always filled with Pokémon. Her parents were respectable, well-known people around Hearthome, and many expressed an interest in their most recent idea: A daycare purely for contest Pokémon. Supposedly, Mabel's mom was quite the contest star in the past and knew just how to groom and raise Pokémon for that purpose. It was a good idea, in my opinion. Mabel often talked about how her parents also wanted to start some kind of abandoned, abused Pokémon shelter as well. They were amazing. It was amazing what a family could do when they held themselves together properly.

"I still can't believe Juliet did that to you," Mabel scowled as we walked along.

I glanced at her, adjusting the shoulder strap of my canvas bag. "You mean the tripping thing? It' really not that big a deal. I was pretty insensitive. Her older sister-"

Mabel seemed shocked. "But you're right! Her sister is disgusting for doing something so vile! You were right to say that Avery."

I grew uncomfortable remembering how hard I'd gotten watching Red Ebony with her trainer the previous night. What made me any different? My brain reached a swift conclusion, barely holding itself together under the strange guilt burdening me.

'Desires are natural. Acting on them is what will be the difference between Jack and I, Poképhiles and I.'

"I agree but imagine what Juliet's going through, Mabes. Imagine finding out one of your siblings is doing something like that. Must be tough."

Mabel pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and sniffed in a condescending manner. "I can't feel sympathy because I have no siblings, I suppose. My thoughts are with those poor Pokémon, the victims...."

Victims? Was Fantina's Drifblim a victim? A giant Pokémon that is known to be dangerous and powerful... What about that Red Ebony from the pornos? Their happiness and pleasure while performing sexual acts said otherwise, but that didn't make it right, I guess. But it raised a question I didn't want to ponder. If Pokémon are our equals and enjoy sex with us, as well as meaningful romantic relationships, what was the problem? How was making Pokémon hurt each other while battling any better, just cause the Pokémon chooses to battle? What if a Pokémon chooses to have sex with a human? I avoided Mabel's gaze. I was uncomfortable with where the conversation had gone, along with my own thoughts.

"So... how did you do, Mabel?" I asked, changing the topic.

Mabel brightened visibly. "I did amazing, I think. It was surprisingly easy! I didn't really struggle with any part. It helps that my mom has taught me a lot of stuff. I have no interest in being a coordinator, but my parents really didn't want me to go to Jubilife for Trainer's School, so HCTS is really convenient."

Her enthusiasm warmed me. "That's awesome, I'm positive I passed as well. I've been waiting a long time for this." While I couldn't start my journey, exactly, the freedom of having a Pokémon would still feel great. I smiled at Mabel. "You'll be the best contest breeder in Sinnoh in no time, I'm sure of it."

Mabel's pale face turned a vivid red. She smiled shyly and played with her bag strap. "Thanks, Avery," She mumbled, "I hope I can meet your expectations." Not for the first time I was taken aback by how adorable she was. Sadly, our walk would be over soon. Her house was coming up.

"Your stop," I announced as we approached it.

"My parents are going to be so happy when they hear about how well the test went," she was practically bouncing up and down. Her enthusiasm was contagious. I grinned.

"My mom, too. She'll probably cry, though." Mabel giggled, nodding excitedly. Practically everyone in Hearthome knows how emotional my mom gets. She's known for her frequent emotional breakdowns. Not many were mean about it, though. Everyone seemed to take extra special care of her. "Thanks for walking me home, Avery."

"Yeah no problem, see you." I turned to walk away but before I could Mabel grabbed my arm.

"W-wait!" Frowning, I turned to look at her and my heart nearly stopped. Her pretty face was flushed, cheeks dyed a lovely pink. Her eyes glittered up at me and looking away from them seemed like an impossibility... Mabel wasn't just pretty. She was beautiful.

"What's up?" I asked, and cringed at the way my voice broke. I couldn't believe how nervous I was...

"I'll miss seeing you every day," Mabel sighed softly and leaned close to me. I was more than shocked when her arms wrapped around me in a warm, soft hug. It was the first time she'd ever done something like this with me, and I returned the hug despite my surprise. She was so small and slender in my arms, her soft breasts pressing against my front. The smell of her perfume filled my nose. Again, thoughts of her being underage roamed into my head and I was disturbed to find that a huge part of me didn't care. It took every ounce of self-control I had to resist kissing her then and there. I wanted to keep holding her, but if I didn't stop this, I was going to do something I'd regret. I carefully extracted myself from Mabel's arms, coughing uncomfortably.

"I'll uh, miss you too," I choked out. Mabel waited like she expected me to say something else. I didn't miss her disappointed expression when I kept my mouth firmly shut, adjusting my bag and standing there awkwardly.

She backed away. "Have a good night, Avery, see you later." She brushed her chocolate-colored ringlets behind one ear, smiled shyly, and walked away. My heart was pounding, and I swallowed hard as a strange sense of regret coursed through me. The farther away she walked, the more intense the feeling became. I didn't want her to go.

I stood there for a long moment, watched Mabel disappear into her house, and sighed. "Avery Higgs, you're a stupid, horny idiot."

Mabel's soft body and adorable face lingered in my mind as I tucked my hands into my coat pockets and began the long trek back home.