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Poképhilia Story

Love Has No Bounds

Gloomy Showers, Kitty Powers

By J.C. Solis

The Daegar Region was once again in an uproar after the events that took fold with Team Shroud over in Lakeshire Town. The scene was set for even more battles between Poképhiles and the Anti-Poképhilia Crusaders, especially now that it was discovered that a god was indeed on the side of the deniers. But though they had support from a divine being, there was still speculation over whether this being was truly Arceus or not - though most people were quick to assume that it indeed was the most powerful and holy who was at work. This was especially true for the likes of people like the priest Matthew Grint, who was more than happy to spout his rhetoric at anyone willing to listen.

But the fact also remained that people were seriously hurt during the attack in Lakeshire Town over a month ago. The event left several people with serious injuries, with one person, unfortunately, passing away due to his body having taken the full force of a bolt of black thunder that had crashed onto him directly. And this was something that the Daegar Government couldn't ignore. With what was practically amounting to a homicide, Law Enforcement now found cause to pursue Team Shroud in connection to the death of one man. And the law would not be so partial to the deeds of the terrorist organization as the citizens would be.

And what's worse about this plight is that it's occurring right as the spooky season is starting to arrive. Halloween was only a little more than a week away, and many people were looking forward to sharing the scary season. Already, candy was being bought by the bushel while those who planned to haunt the streets went and got their costumes ready for when they'd get to eat delicious candy and spend their time playing tricks and sharing treats. It was a major buzzkill to have all this happening during the holidays, and some people even had enough of the shenanigans. In the end, though, the holiday spirit had a damper put on it while law enforcement tried to piece together the evidence and find anyone of interest who could help them, or find a suspect whom they could bring in to force a confession out of.

But while the Federal Bureau of Investigations and local law enforcement were on the case, one of the detectives in charge of gathering intel was visiting a member of his family, hoping to see if his cousin could recount anything that had happened during and since the event.

And it wasn't Detective Jacob Lombardy this time.

Detective Cecil Robinson was on the case, and he was with his pokémon partner, an ever-trusty, stalwart Meowscarada by the name of Rachel. The two were visiting Cecil's cousin, none other than Justin Solis, and hoping to hear how the older cousin had been doing. It was a bit of a painful time for the young man, being that the event that told fold all those days ago agitated his nerves, and his partner pokémon, Lillia the Gardevoir, did all that she could to try and sway her master's anxiety. But sometimes it didn't seem to be enough.

Cecil walked into the Solis Residence - happy to be out of the rain that had started to pour outside. Immediately he was greeted by the Handy Helpers. Jax the Riolu brought him in while Sylvia the Sylveon beckoned the two to sit down on the loveseat. Finally, Spooks the Duskull came with a tea set - a small ceramic teapot filled with Earl Grey that gave off a wonderful, aromatherapeutic scent, and with smaller ceramic cups off to the side. Though he normally didn't drink tea, Cecil felt obliged to take in a sip and enjoy the flavor. For her part, Rachel was actually a frequent tea drinker, and she served herself a few piping hot cups full, the Meowscarada not afraid of burning her tongue as she drank the liquid.

Soon, Mother Mary came out of the side hallway, a worried look on her face.

"Oh my goodness, Son, it's been a good while since you've been here. I'm happy that you're here and out of the rain outside. It's raining cats and dogs out there," noted Mary Solis to her nephew. "I heard that the detectives over at LTPD were on the case with these recent attacks on Poképhiles. So you're on the case as well then, hmm?"

"Well... I, um..." Cecil, for being a brilliant mind, was always a bit on the shy side when it came to family and friends. When dealing with crooks, however, he underwent a metamorphosis that changed him into someone who yielded to no evildoer. But to his Auntie Mary, he was like putty in her hands.

"Yeah. I'm on the case, Aunt Mary," replied Cecil after stammering more than a scratched CD repeating itself over and over. "Rachel and I wanted to ask Cousin Justin for some insight. I know that he's been busy these days, but I wanted to ask him some things pertinent to the case."

At that moment, some footsteps came down the stairwell, the weight of every footfall making it clear of the heavyset man who was climbing down them. When the hulking figure came down the stairs, there appeared Justin Solis and his pokémon partner, Lillia the Gardevoir. The two seemed to be mostly relaxed, though Cecil could note some apprehension that came with the gait of his cousin. It was something that his detective sight couldn't look over, making sure to scrutinize the body language of anyone who came his way. And Justin looked to be a man who had a lot on his mind.

"Sup, Ceci," replied Justin as he and Lillia went on the other sofa. "I heard that you wanted to see me. Does this have to do with the Team Shroud investigation?"

"Pretty much, Justin," replied Cecil, a little irked that his cousin used his pet name on him. "I have a feeling that I might be bugging you for time to come. I'm sorry that I have to do that. It's just part of my job, you know."

Justin grabbed a can of cola soda that Spooks brought to him from the kitchen - knowing that his master was in the mood for a cold drink.

"No, I don't mind, cousin. If anything, I just hope that the info I provide can be enough to bring these bastards to justice. After what they did during the last riot, I kinda want them to be taught a lesson."

"My Master feels strongly about the event," added Lillia. "Me personally, I just want there to be peace. I don't want all of this constant fighting."

At this, the two men commenced talking about past events, with Justin doing his best to recount all of the details that he could, as well as any happenstance that had occurred since that terrible event. The man gave the account of someone who was paranoid out of his mind - though that could be his mental illness talking. And Lillia was sure to join in and give any account that Justin had failed to give. It was a back-and-forth that lasted for a solid hour, with Cecil doing his best to fill up his notebook with all the information his cousin could provide him. All the while, the four in attendance drank the teapot empty and even had the handy helpers bring extra refreshments as the interview went on.

After another half an hour of remembering, contemplating, and reminiscing, Cecil felt that he had reached the limit as to how much information he could get out of his cousin. All the while, Rachel was up and about, looking at some of the photos on the wall and admiring some of the trophies. There was quite a bit on her mind - especially with how she wanted to get her trainer's attention despite him being in work mode right now. But she wanted his attention more than just for her gratification.

Though Cecil appeared to be calm and collected at the moment, Rachel knew well what he was feeling deep inside. And she wanted to look after him in case it bubbled over.

"Well, I guess if you have nothing else to give, then I guess I'll be going," noted Cecil. "But at least I have a lead, thanks to your help."

"Yeah. That Team Shroud goon who came after me the other day looked and sounded a lot like Big Jim over at Jimmy Johnson's Deli. He even had a similar tattoo on his hand, like the one Jim has." But though he gave valuable intel, Justin was still at a loss. "You know, I've been starting to get worried sick over getting accosted by Team Shroud again and again. I'm not afraid for myself, but rather for the people closest to me: my friends, my family, my parents, Lillia, and even your sister Sarah."

That last person that Justin mentioned stung to hear. Cecil wondered how his younger sister was doing these days, now that she was staying here in Lakeshire Town. Then again, he wondered if she'd be willing to talk to him. Even though it had been a while since the incident, it still took a long time for Sarah to forgive her older brother. And he was not about to reopen any old wounds that might sour the relationship that the two had even further.

But Cecil would stick by his sister, even if it meant his safety. He was the oldest in his family, and Sarah was the youngest. He was just glad that Aunt Mary was taking good care of her while she studied and worked. Yet the fact that his sister was a Poképhile made him worry. If nothing else, she'd be targeted just for her part in the riot last time.

"I'll be sure to give old Jim a visit," said Cecil as he got off of his seat. "Come on, Rachel. Let's go. We have some business to take care of."

And with that, the Meowscarada followed her master out the door, the Magician Cat turning and waving goodbye at Justin and Lillia as she went for Cecil's car. The two hopped inside, buckling their seatbelts as Cecil turned on the motor. The loud, roaring V8 of the car turned to life, and as it drove off slowly the slight whine of the supercharger could be heard. At least the car could handle a turn, meaning it was great for a pursuit or chase, as a Chevy Camaro ZL1 ought to be.

But though Cecil kept a stone-faced look, Rachel wouldn't be fooled.

"Come on, Cecil, you've been quiet this whole time," spoke Rachel in a clear human voice. "Something was bothering you back in Justin's house. Was it because you were afraid of meeting your younger sister?"

Cecil tensed as he drove down the streets.

"I guess you could say that," he admitted. "I just hope she will get comfortable with me again. Xavier and Alondra have already forgiven me, and they even call to check up on me. But Sarah is the one who still has hurt feelings."

"Well, what you did hurt everyone in the family," noted Rachel. "But it had to be done. And when he wielded a weapon and went after your mom, you were simply forced to shoot him."

Cecil blinked as the memory came back to him. He still couldn't believe what he had done, and neither did the rest of his family. Though the majority of the family knew the full story and even forgave him for what he did, he knew deep down that Sarah would need more time to accept this reality.

After all, it's not every day that a police officer has to arrest his father, and then shoot him after he resists arrest and goes after his wife with a knife.

"The Old Man is rotting in a jail cell," recounted Cecil. "But damn if it hurts still..."

Cecil looked down at the speedometer of his car, reflecting on what he had done. He could have easily killed his old man that day. His father was not thinking straight. He needed to be restrained. But when he broke those restraints and went for his mother with a knife after calling her a "Traitorous Bitch", the only thing that Cecil could do was pull out his revolver and take aim for somewhere that won't kill him if he was struck by a bullet.

Rachel knew how hurt her master was. Though he was a detective, Cecil still displayed some innocence and a great bounty of kindness. There was a timid and reclusive nature inside of him, something that came out when he shot his father. The young man entered a deep depression from then on, and it was something that even today he could not escape from. Cecil is still hurt, and his mind still flutters back and forth between past events and the present trauma.

Though perhaps it'd be best if Cecil paid more attention to the road than to his thoughts.

"Cecil! Look out!" cried Rachel.

The detective lifted his head to see a car in front of him. He slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching as the car still slid forward due to the wet roads. And the two of them braced for impact as they expected to plow into the car in front.

In the end, Cecil managed to slow down enough to not crash, but in the end, he could not stop his car from slightly nudging the car ahead forward. And when he realized what he had done, Rachel was sure to give him a piece of her mind.

"What is wrong with you, Cecil?!" she cried out. "Pay attention to where you're going! We could have crashed if you hadn't braked, and we still nudged this car!"

The situation soon brought Cecil back to the real world, and he realized what he had done. Though it was more of a minor bumper tap than a full-on collision, he knew that he was in trouble. Then again, this was his car, so that meant that he wouldn't have to report the incident to his bosses in the force. This was still a civil matter, and as he got out of his car to trade insurance with the other driver, he hoped to goodness that the other person wouldn't berate him at the top of their voice. And given that the car was a BMW M5, it was certain he'd get a yelling.

But when the person in front of him got out, the Detective immediately recognized who it was.

"Getting a little frisky with your driving, Ceci?" asked Kiara Strideworth as she smiled at the detective. "I know my car is a sweet ride, but you didn't have to kiss its ass that hard."

"I'm so sorry, Kiara," pleaded Cecil. "I don't know what happened to me. I just zoned out."

After inspecting the damage, Kiara swayed the nerves of her friend.

"It's cool Cecil. I hardly even got a scratch on my paint, so it's all good. No dents. No scrapes."

The detective and his Meowscarada breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that there was no major issue.

"How are things with you, by the way?" asked the Sous Chef. "Want to talk for a bit? Let's go to Lakeshire PokéPark if you want. I got plenty of time to kill before I go to work today."

"Definitely," replied Cecil.

The two drove to the nearby park, where they stationed their cars at the Parking Lot and joined together. Lance the Lucario was also with them, and Rachel was especially happy to meet him. The four made their way to a nearby park gazebo to get out of the pouring rain - something that had been carrying on throughout the day.

"Hello there, Rachel," began Lance. "I imagine that the investigation is going well?"

"It sure is, handsome," replied Rachel in a voluptuous though teasing tone. "Let's just say that my master and I got a lead that is sure to take us places."

With that, Kiara and Cecil began their conversation as well.

"Is that true?" wondered Kiara. "You got someone in mind to investigate?"

"Yep, and it might be someone well-known in town. I can't tell you who it is because of the case's sensitivity, but I will say that this bastard is in for a load of trouble."

The two trainers and their pokémon talked for the next half an hour, bringing to light the happenstance that occurred in their lives while also trying to make the other person feel good. Life had been going well for the two of them - though what Kiara would ask next was an obvious point of angst for her friend, and perhaps something that was yet to be resolved.

"Is Sarah still mad at you?" asked Kiara with worry.

"To a point, yes," replied Cecil gloomily. "I know that there's a part of her that wants to forgive me, that she knew the situation well, and that there was nothing I could've done otherwise. But when I did what I did, Sarah was hysterical and to the point of wanting to attack me as well."

Kiara looked at Cecil with a worried look. She knew the full story and was honestly sympathetic to her friend. But this was a family matter that she simply had no place to get involved in. It would take time for Sarah to forgive her oldest brother, and that time was soon to come.

With their chat over, Cecil and Rachel left the gazebo and went back to their car. It was no longer the time to reminisce about bad memories. Now it was time to get to work.

Cecil drove into the business district of Lakeshire Town, where he was sure to find Big Jim over at Jimmy Johnson's Deli. The rain was still pouring, and the road was getting even more slick - causing Cecil to slow down his speed in order not to cause a repeat or worse of what happened with Kiara. And for certain the driver of the next bumper he tapped wouldn't be as chill nor as understanding as Kiara was when she got her car's rear end kissed.

With that, the detective and his pokémon arrived at the Deli, a place where they offered cold cuts, sandwiches, and all different kinds of meat for the carnivore to take home and cook up. But Cecil wasn't hungry right now. The only thing he hungered was for answers, and to find out if James Johnson - aka Big Jim of Jimmy Johnson's Deli - was actually a member of Team Shroud in disguise. Of course, with Cecil's presence, the situation could end very differently, what with a cop coming to the place where a potential terrorist worked. But if he didn't lay himself on the line, then he had no business being a police officer. One had to make sure to follow the clues wherever they led.

Cecil and Rachel got out of the car after parking it in front of the deli. The place seemed to be empty, though in truth this would be the perfect moment for Cecil to try some less-ethical approaches if the need arose. The two entered the deli and were immediately overwhelmed with the aroma of food. If he hadn't suspected the proprietor to be a suspect in the case, the two of them wouldn't mind ordering a sandwich or two to tide over their lunch period.

The two entered the store, with the sound of the bell chime dinging as soon as they took a step inside. The place was empty, as from how it looked outside. And behind the counter was none other than the man himself - Jim Johnson, the store owner and head sandwich-maker. The man was oafish and large, perhaps of a good size to give someone a severe beating if he so chose to do so. And though he may not yet suspect himself to be a suspect, Cecil couldn't help but feel as though the smile on his face was a façade for real nerves that were perhaps starting to come undone.

"Welcome, youse two," replied the deli owner with a Unovan lingo. "Would you like a sandwich or two to tide you pals over? Or what is it you two looking for?"

Cecil looked at the man with a curt expression.

"Actually, my partner and I are here for you, Mr. Johnson," replied Cecil. "My name is Cecil Robinson, and this is my partner Rachel. We'd like to ask a few questions as to your whereabouts on the day of the great riot about a month ago. Care to give your side?"

Jim sneered at the detective, though one look at Rachel's evil eyes kept the deli butcher from trying anything funny.

"You got some nerve, Detective, to come to my restaurant and try and accuse me of shit," replied Jim with a bit of an irate expression.

"We're not accusing you of anything, Mr. Johnson," replied Rachel. "We just want some answers, since you are a person of interest to us."

After hearing the Meowscarada speak, Jim let out a bit of a scoff.

"Figures. You two are Poképhiles, from what I can tell," said Jim with noticeable disgust.

"And so what if we are?" challenged Cecil. "That doesn't change the fact we have questions."

Jim scowled at the two lawmen, looking rather unpleased that Cecil and Rachel were coming up to his turf and openly admitting to their secret.

"Well, I just think you two are misguided is what I mean," said Jim as he turned around and walked to a cutting table - where several large knives were on top of it. "I guess it can't be helped."

With a quick turn of his waste, Jim threw a knife into the air, aiming right for Cecil. The knife twirled around with deadly intent, hoping to hit the detective before he could retaliate. But the knife was knocked off of its flight by a large seed, the move Flower Trick being used to deflect it before it could reach Cecil. However, though the first knife missed its mark, Jim had already grabbed another one and threw it at Cecil even harder than the last one. This time, Cecil managed to dodge the knife.

Feeling just the tiniest bit irate at being attacked, Cecil pulled out his gun from his shoulder holster underneath his coat - a black 44 magnum revolver that looked mean and plenty powerful. And Cecil was not going to let this incident slide.

"Freeze! Hands in the air, fucker!" ordered Cecil as he pointed his firearm at the deli butcher. Jim could only comply as Rachel looked at the deli butcher with an arm that was ready to use Night Slash if the threat from a gun was not enough to keep him away. To this, Cecil went around the counter and tried to arrest Jim. "You made a huge mistake, my friend," he added as he pulled out his handcuffs.

"No, you fucking Poképhile, you made the mistake to think that I'm not alone in here," said Jim with a bit of a snicker.

Cecil's eyes widened at the revelation. Before he knew it, he heard the commotion of Rachel going through something. He turned to see her confronting a shadow that was on the ground, which rose and materialized to form a Gengar. But in the mere moment that Cecil looked away, Jim took this as the opportunity to reach for Cecil's gun and wrestle him to the ground. The detective and butcher both fought each other for control, with the two hoping to point the barrel at each other and be able to pull the trigger. With Jim being a much bigger person, there was no doubt that he was tossing around Cecil like a ragdoll while the detective clung on for dear life.

Meanwhile, Rachel did her best to contend with the Gengar that was coming for her, trying her best to avoid his Shadow Ball and Night Shade moves that were sure to deal a good amount of damage. All the while, she threw Flower Trick bombs and used Night Slash arm swipes to defend herself whenever the ghost type got near her. The main thing she was afraid of was the Gengar using Curse as a last-ditch effort to try and get her knocked out, which she knew the Gastly line was capable of using. For the most part, she kept her distance and hit the ghost shadow pokémon hard and fast.

Back to Cecil, he knew that he was no match for the strength of Jim, and so in one last ditch effort, he wrenched the gun out of his hand and had it chucked to the floor, where it slid underneath the deli slicer machine. With only melee attacks now available to them, Jim began to throw punches at Cecil. But what Cecil lacked in strength he more than made up for in speed and technique. His punches were quick but sharp, slowly wearing down Jim as he made body blows to the liver and left and right hook punches that dealt great damage to Jim's head.

In the end, though, Jim was the far stronger opponent, showing this by grabbing Cecil and headbutting him to the ground, to which he then turned around and grabbed a nearby knife as he prepared to stab him to the floor. But Cecil was thrown to the general area of his revolver. He reached for his gun underneath the slicing machine and pulled it out as Jim raised his arm and prepared to plunge it down onto his chest. But before he could, Cecil pulled out the revolver and aimed. It was already too late to stop the momentum of the knife drop, but it was still time to defend himself.

A loud, deafening crack sounded as everyone lay still. All eyes were on Jim, who was looking at everyone with a hint of confusion. His chest hurt, it certainly felt like something was wrong, but for a few brief moments, he wondered why he was feeling off. It was when he put his hand to his chest that he felt the blood that was starting to pour. And on looking down at Cecil, he saw the detective with the knife stuck to his shoulder blade. But the wound the detective had was nowhere near as severe as Jim's.

In a brief moment of clarity, Jim wondered whether or not this venture against Poképhilia was truly worth his life - all while said life was slowly starting to fade, his vision now going black.

"I guess this is it," said Jim solemnly in a raspy voice. "I'm sorry, boss."

And with that, Jim collapsed to the floor in a heap, unmoving and unable to resist.

Cecil looked at the man who collapsed on the ground in horror. It happened again. Once again, he was forced to shoot another man, though this time it was a man who would do anything to harm others and bring those people pain and suffering for his cause. And though he deserved no sympathy, Cecil couldn't help but question whether he did what he thought was good. And the gasping that came out of his mouth was evidence that he was not yet ready to become a man killer - as did the tachycardia and hyperventilation that followed suit.

Cecil grabbed his chest as tears began to drip down his face, with Rachel coming for him after having defeated the Gengar. Her initial instinct was to pull out the knife that was lodged in his shoulder, but after remembering a crucial rule about not pulling out knife wounds, Rachel decided to not pull it out and instead tried to sway his hysteria. Her trainer was in the throes of what was about to turn into a nervous breakdown, and she needed him to think straight.

"Cecil, honey, are you okay?" she cried out with intense worry. "Call for backup and an ambulance! I'll tend to your wound."

But Cecil remained on the ground, his heart racing as he felt the worst of his nervous episode. Seeing that her master was about to KO himself, the Meowscarada dug into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone, which she unlocked and put in Cecil's hand. She then commenced to lay down next to him, wrapping her arm around his neck, and pressing her head up against his to try and calm him down. She would not allow him to continue suffering because of something that he was forced to do to protect himself, and even less, allow him to blame himself for what he did.

Memories flooded back to when Cecil shot his dad to protect his mom. The scene was in chaos, but the father was subdued and the situation was resolved. The only iffy thing was the fallout that came later on with the siblings, especially with Sarah. But this time, nobody could fault Cecil for what he did. He was merely protecting himself as he investigated a case that needed to be solved.

If someone didn't want to bring the end to someone's life, then they might as well not join law enforcement. As a lawman, there was always the risk that someone would be killed when it came down to it. And Cecil didn't want to have blood on his hands - especially when the blood of the man he just ended was pooling on the floor in front of him.

After a while, Cecil finally calmed down enough to call for backup and for an ambulance to arrive and treat his wound. After another five minutes of waiting and reeling from his hysteria, the requested services arrived, with police officers taking point to secure the area while paramedics treated his knife wound.

It was all over now. The scene was set for a revelation to come. And there was a lot to deal with...

The Robinson and Solis families were both in attendance at Lakeshire Memorial Hospital, hoping to check up on the condition of Cecil as he was brought to treat his wounds. The man was battered and bruised but thankfully alive. The families were overjoyed to hear that his condition was stable and that he'd be able to return home soon. But as for the man he was sent to investigate, things didn't turn out so well for him.

Jimmy Johnson tragically passed away after the incident, being declared dead at the scene of the crime. There was a thorough investigation as to what led to the death of the deli owner, though it became obvious that there was indeed a scuttle inside the deli and that he acted with violent and murderous intent towards the detective and his pokémon partner. It was a sad turn of affairs, but since the deli owner was under investigation his death proved the perfect opportunity to scour his home and work for any clues that could help in investigating Team Shroud.

And the evidence they found was enormous...

The house of Jim contained everything from previous orders carried out against people of interest to the locations of several people who were becoming of interest to the organization. And one of those people was none other than Justin Solis and his father Cristian. The two men were off to see how Cecil was doing, with the man still recovering on his bed in the hospital room.

"Dear Arceus, I'm glad you're okay," recounted the Pastor. "when we heard that you were severely wounded while on the job, I had a horrible feeling that something had happened. But besides that fear coming true, I'm just happy that you survived."

"Good thing you weren't stabbed somewhere you might end up being in serious trouble," noted Justin. "But it pays to have a gun around to help you, especially that huge ass magnum you got."

"Well, I don't want to make it a habit of shooting first and then asking questions later," replied Cecil in a dim and solemn voice. "It just... doesn't feel right to do what I had to do. I had to, to keep myself and my partner safe, but... but it's just something that never leaves you."

At that moment, someone else also stepped in.

"Did it leave you as easy as this time when you shot Dad?" asked a bitter voice as she stepped into the room. Sarah was not all smiles and roses as she and her partner, Virgil the Zoroark, entered the room. "Was it easy for you to forget that you shot our father?"

Cecil sighed. This was the last thing he needed right now, but it seemed that his younger sister chose this as the perfect opportunity to catch him while he was down. However, Pastor Solis was not about to let her reopen old wounds.

"Cecil was only defending your mother that time, Sarah," replied the Pastor. "He was just-"

"Then let him tell me that!" barked Sarah as she turned to her older brother. "Why do you have the right to shoot and kill people?!? Why is it that you decided to shoot our Dad when you could've done things differently!?!

"My Flower," calmed Virgil, realizing that his trainer was starting to get hysterical. "That's enough. Leave the man be to suffer for whatever he did."

"Of course I want Cecil to suffer!" cried Sarah as she looked back at Virgil. "He... he... he shouldn't have done what he did! Why does he get to kill to protect?!"

The heart inside of the detective was weak, but after hearing the hysteria brought on by his youngest sibling, he knew that only he could bring an end to her suffering. It was time to come clean and admit the full truth.

"The big difference between how and why I shot Mister Johnson compared to Dad is different. I shot Dad to stop him from killing Mom. I shot Mister Johnson because he was a son of a bitch who worked for Team Shroud, and may bring death to those someone close to us - like our cousin Justin.

"At the end of the day, though, our Dad is still alive, Sarah. He's away in a jail cell, but he's very much alive and paying for what he did to us, to Mom, to me, and to you."

Sarah looked back at her older brother and his audacity. But on hearing these words, tears began to trickle down her eyes as she began to see the truth. And it was now time for Cecil to drop the hammer.

"Truth be told, Sarah, I'll shoot anyone in self-defense if it means those close to me are protected. I didn't want to kill Dad, and when I did shoot him I was in a severe depression and had multiple nervous breakdowns for the following month. I was even considered to be discharged from the force after doing what I did.

"But you know what? If I had the choice of shooting someone to keep another person safe, even if that first person was someone I knew, but had the intent and rage to kill the second one, I'd do it. I became a lawman to protect people, Sarah. And I had to protect Mom and our family from a bastard who didn't care about us... even you were his favorite out of all of us, though obviously, you forgot how poorly he treated us all."

"Shut up!!!" cried Sarah. "Dad did... did nothing wrong!" At this point, she was on the verge of tears, but the truth was bare for her to see and feel. "He... he said that he loved me. He said he was going to change his way... he... He said..."

At this, Rachel approached Cecil as tears began to trickle down his face as well. The Meowscarada did her best to comfort her trainer, hoping that the sibling infighting would soon end. But Sarah and Cecil were at a point of no return, the two of them sure to keep arguing as Sarah inflicted blame onto Cecil and Cecil deflected his blame to the circumstance of his action. It was a lose-lose situation for everyone, and so the Meowscarada had to step in and be the responsible adult.

"Listen, you two, I'm sick and tired of you two bickering over this!" bellowed Rachel. She then turned to Sarah. "Sarah, your father was about to kill your mother! Doesn't require some kind of force at least to try and keep him off of her, even if that meant deadly force?" She then turned to her master. "And you, it's good that you feel bad over what you did to your dad, and now what you did to Jim the Deli owner. But it's also the time you need to man up and take responsibility for things you've done. I don't want to you cry your eyes out. If you didn't want to kill people, then you shouldn't have been a cop!"

Sarah and Cecil looked at each other with dejected looks, knowing that the pokémon was right. But the wound in Sarah's heart was still too fresh for it to close properly. She would need time to heal and get better. She couldn't forgive her brother overnight.

To this, Virgil stepped in to give his two cents as well.

"Siblings must stand united in moments like this, especially when a difficult decision had to be made to protect those closest to us - even if those who are attacking others are also close," reminisced Virgil. "But the important thing is to not let this type of situation form bad blood between the two of you. Forgive each other, for that is what blood does for blood."

Sarah looked down at the floor, seeing as how her pokémon wasn't necessarily taking her side but rather the side of peace. And she knew that he too also had a good point.

But the hurt in her heart would not go away easily. And Cecil was still someone whom Sarah couldn't be in the company of yet. The only thing she could do was nod her head and give her leave.

"I have to think about things," admitted Sarah. "I guess I still might need time more to forgive you, Big Bro."

But just the fact that Sarah called him "Big Bro" was a sign that things were looking up.

"Take all the time you need. But I want you to know this very well," began Cecil. "I am your big brother, your oldest sibling, and I love you with all of my heart. I will do anything to keep you safe, even if it means putting myself in danger. We're family, and that's what we do."

With that, Sarah turned around and left the hospital room. Cecil was now alone with his cousin, uncle, and pokémon partner. It would be a while longer before he would be discharged from the hospital. And yet he didn't expect to have his heart be the thing that ended up being hurt the most. With what happened with his cousin, Cecil was no longer in a stable emotional state. He asked his uncle and cousin to leave him alone for a bit with Rachel so they could talk.

The detective and his pokémon were finally alone. It was time to recount the events that took hold, and the damage they have caused to poor Cecil's heart.

"That... that was pretty rough," noted Rachel. "Are you going to be all right, honey?"

"I don't know...' said Cecil gloomily. "I have a lot on my mind in this regard. I don't know if I want to face Sarah again, even though she's calmed down a bit now. I don't know if she's willing to forgive me or not for what I did to our dad."

"But that's the thing, Cecil. You didn't kill your father. You merely tried to incapacitate him. If you really wanted to kill him, you were close enough to put a bullet in his brain. And yet you chose his shoulder blade instead."

"I guess I know how Dad must have felt since I had something stuck into my shoulder as well," joked Cecil. "But I don't want Sarah to hate me for what I did. At the same time, I don't expect her to still love me. I did what I did to protect our mom." With that, he wiped tears off his face. "If push comes to shove, I'll do it again. I don't care if Sarah will hate me even more for that."

Rachel leaned into her trainer, the Meowscarada purring as she placed her head alongside her trainer's.

"I know that this has been hard on you, Sugar. I hate seeing you like this. But just know that I at least don't hold anything against you." And with that, she continued purring into her trainer's embrace.

"I'm happy to hear that," replied Cecil.

With that, the two partners stayed with each other in the room, hoping that Cecil's arm would soon heal. It had been a harrowing time for the couple, and the two were not looking forward to the piles of paperwork and the news reporters who'd want to come over to pester for an interview with the killer himself. But Cecil's main qualm was with his young sister, Sarah. He never wanted her to develop a grudge against him. She had always looked up to him as a role model, someone who went above and beyond to pursue their dreams and goals.

But all that changed with a fateful gunshot to the shoulder blade. The knife came clattering down to the floor, and the two men who wanted to kill fell to the floor. The only difference is that one of them wasn't alive to be able to taste freedom one more. And yet Sarah now viewed her older brother like a killer, a legal hitman who could take the lives of anyone whom he chooses - so long as the murdered man's action could be excused with a heavy crime.

And yet Cecil didn't want to leave his career as a detective. He was out there, doing his best to make sure that the world, or at least Lakeshire Town, was as safe as could be. This is especially true now that Team Shroud is coming more and more out of the woodwork to commence their fearmongering and intimidation schemes. He was not about to allow these thugs, knaves, and overall monsters to hurt other people - especially if those people included members of his family.

With that, Cecil leaned his head back and went to rest. It had been a long week, and he still needed to heal. Whether or not the new evidence he managed to get would help crack the case remained to be seen...

It was now the end of Cecil's stay in the hospital, and the man was finally free to return home. He arrived at his apartment in downtown Lakeshire Town with Rachel in tow. He would resume work the following day, with perhaps there being a huge load of paperwork waiting to be filled out once the detective arrived back in the office. But though Cecil had been out of the loop ever since he was admitted for his injuries, that didn't mean that nothing had been done with the amount of evidence that He discovered over at Jimmy Johnson's Deli.

The amount of evidence was enormous, with it clear that Johnson was a major enforcer within the ranks of Team Shroud. And though the man himself was no longer alive to grill and force some answers out of, the evidence in his office and even his home were more than enough to deal a major blow to the organization.

However, just like Ratata, the other members of Team Shroud grew wise and scattered before their hideouts could be raided. Once word got out that they were compromised, the whole Team decided to cut their losses and abandon their locales to avoid capture. In the end, though the evidence was substantial, it was still not enough to bring the full hammer of justice down on the group. The team took painstaking steps to try not to call people by their true names or give their actual home addresses. In many ways, the evidence proved that it was still not enough to tear the whole organization down.

But Cecil would worry about that another day. He twisted the key to his apartment and entered it with his Meowscarada. It was good to be home, though one would wonder what one would likely return home to. The place seemed dusty and rustic, even though the furniture was modern and comfortable looking. The place just didn't look the same as it did before - maybe because the person who owned this furniture and who rented this apartment was no longer the same.

And what's worse was that today was Halloween, and the spooky season was in full order. But though he previously bought loads of candy for himself, Rachel, and for the many little children and pokemon who'd be coming ay his door step, it was still a dreary time for the detective who was haunted by his past.

All Cecil did was go to the nearby fridge and get a tall can of Oranguru Bortus' Alolan Ale, return to his usual spot on the sofa, and just reminisce as he took swigs of his beer. Rachel could only sigh as she sat next to her master. The Meowscarada wanted attention from her master, but it seemed as though her master was more engrossed in his beer than he was in paying attention to his pokémon partner. She was almost ready to throw a fit if he wouldn't pay attention to her right this minute.

These past few days were painful and dramatic, and poor Cecil was not necessarily in a good mood. He didn't even turn on the TV - he just sat there, drinking and thinking. He soon finished his can of ale and placed it on the coffee table before leaning his head back and going quiet.

Finally, Rachel had enough.

"Are you just going to sit there, feeling sorry for yourself over something that you had to do?" chided Rachel. "I've never seen you like this, Cecil honey. It's like... it's like you're a broken man all of a sudden. Why are you allowing yourself to be like this?"

"I don't know" was Cecil's short and curt reply.

But the answer only served to spur Rachel on even more.

"Of course, you damn know! Why would you be like this if you were okay?!" At this, she looked morosely at the ground, seeing how her trainer had become so downtrodden. "Please, Ceci, don't let these things get to you. Don't let your sister's words hurt you. She's upset, but she won't be mad at you forever. And as for why you had to kill Mister Johnson, that was self-defense. And you're a police officer, for goodness sake! You're allowed to do these things when justified!"

Cecil only looked down at the floor, feeling himself start to be overwhelmed. He wanted to be a good cop, a person who honestly cared for the people and his community. He wanted to be the man who was always there to protect those who needed a man like him. But with protecting someone also comes trauma. And that trauma comes in the form of being a man-slayer. When someone takes up the sword, they have to be prepared for when they would have to use it.

And Cecil hadn't prepared himself for when he'd need to draw his weapon.

After this, Cecil got off the sofa and went to his room. He pulled out his large magnum revolver from the holster on his shoulder and placed it on the nearby bookshelf. He then proceeded to take off his clothes, namely his overshirt, undershirt, pants, and socks. He normally did this whenever he wanted to rest on his bed for a while, allowing his body to relax and decongest after all that he had been through. In honesty, this was perhaps unwise since it was raining outside and the air was colder than tepid. But he wanted to do this, laying himself down on his bed as he tried to reflect on these previous days.

Rachel could only sigh as she saw her master lie down on his bed. The Meowscarada wondered what she could do to help raise his spirits. And the only thing she could think of was perhaps to give him some company. Normally when he's in this state he would ask for privacy, but this time it would be a request that Rachel simply could not accept. She needed to make her master better. There had to be something that she could do.

However, as she looked at her master on the bed, she couldn't help but feel how handsome her trainer was. She had felt like this before, what with her technically having a Poképhilic relationship with Cecil. But the two never made it into something more serious other than the odd kiss or cuddle session. And the obedient and loveable pokémon inside of her wanted to make him happy. No matter if he ever did have to draw his weapon in self-defense or to protect the weak, Cecil was a good man, and she would not allow him to delve further into depression for something that was merely his duty.

With his eyes closed, Cecil didn't notice Rachel dig into a cabinet off to the side, one where he kept the handcuffs. She then went to climb on the bed, moving it around a bit so that Cecil would know that it was her. Though he wanted her to leave him alone, she refused and instead climbed even more onto his body. Before he knew it, Rachel was resting her head on his chest, purring as she called for attention from her master. Cecil could only sigh as he relented, patting her on the head as she continued to purr.

But he didn't know of her other intentions. In one quick motion, Rachel pushed his arms up to the bedroom and locked them at the wrist to the bedframe. Cecil barely had time to calculate what his Pokémon was doing when he found himself pinned to the bed.

"Wha- Rachel! What are you doing?!" he cried out as he was handcuffed to the bed.

"What am I doing you say, Cecil honey?" responded the Meowscarada as she smiled wryly at her trainer. "I plan on turning that frown upside down. I plan on turning that scowl into howls... of you wanting me to stop once I've fucked your brains out."

"Y-y-you want to have sex with me?" Cecil's usually weak and sensitive self was coming forward, with the poor man having no idea what he ought to do.

"Yep, and I won't stop until I've relieved all this pent-up tension you got." Rachel then laid herself on top of Cecil, her warm, furry body planted on his torse as she put her head in front of him, with her lips in line with his own. "Honestly, I'm sick and tired of seeing you down in the dumps. But what got me in knots was that you didn't want me or anyone else to approach you and console you. You just wanted to wallow in your tears and cry your eyes out without end."

Cecil looked away, realizing she was telling the truth.

"I guess... I've had a lot on my mind," admitted the detective. "But do you honestly think this will help me, or will me being tied to this bed just make things worse."

Rachel smirked as she heard these words.

"Well, Ceci baby, just close your eyes and let me do the rest." And Rachel then brought her head close to him, her lips barely touching his mouth. "Just give in to me, Lover. I'm not going to hurt you. I plan on giving you the best night you've ever had."

And with that, Rachel's lips connected with Cecil's, her lips smacking and moving along as Cecil's lips quivered and trembled. Rachel then put an arm behind her master's head to pull his even harder against her lips. Her tongue danced around on the inside of her lover's mouth, letting out slight moans as she touched the sensitive and sheepish tongue of her master. The Meowscarada was not going softly, instead forcing herself on him with gusto, pressing her lips hard on him and smacking them even more as she continued to give him sloppy kisses and plenty of lovemaking.

Rachel pressed herself even more and more onto her trainer, and already she could feel a certain bump pushing up against her waist, the growing erection of her master pushing hard against the tight underwear that he was wearing. And her nose got a whiff of the delicious precum that she noted was in the air. It was a divine scent, one which she had been hoping to enjoy for some time, and now she finally had the opportunity. However, she still wanted to give Cecil some more sugar, kissing against his tender and quivering lips in a heated passion that only two lovers could have.

There was a certain passion between the tied-up human male and the female pokémon. There was a love that could only be shared between two lovers who were completely engrossed in each other. And Rachel wrapped her arms around her human lover to bring him closer to her and warm body. Cecil would do the same, but obviously couldn't because of his restraints.

The next phase of their session, after having French-kissed for what felt like a half hour, involved Rachel reaching a little lower down Cecil's body towards his crotch. She slowly pulled down his underwear, the young man gulping at seeing his pokémon start to get serious. The Meowscarada smirked wickedly at her trainer, almost as though she wanted to warn him that she wasn't going to go easy on him. And with that, she reached out of his cock and grabbed hold of it like a vice - inciting Cecil to moan and wince at having his manhood clutched with so much force.

The Meowscarada giggled as she then stroked her master's cock, squeezing him with even more force as she incited for more of his white and delicious looking come to ooze out of his tip, filling her nostrils with the wonderful, pheromone-rich scent of sperm. She bent her head to take a curious lick of the sexual fluid, and the tip of her tongue lapped at the sticky substance, filling her taste buds with the experience of how human sperm tasted like. Though, in honesty, she wasn't interested in giving her master a blowjob. She just wanted to give him as good a hand job as she could, inciting her master to arch his back in pain as she squeezed him harder than a Krabby used its pincer to squeeze a misplaced finger.

The ooze of cum began to cover Rachel's hand, though the Meowscarada didn't relent on her mistreatment of her master's cock. Even with Cecil starting to breathe harder and his abdomen spasming as he was nearing the end, she would not let up on the harsh grip and the serious stroking. She could tell that her master was getting close, and though it would be a waste to have his sperm squirt all over the place, she intended to take his mind off of his previous pain, and that's what she intended to do.

"Rachel... I'm gonna..."

"Then cum already, Baby," teased the Meowscarada, to which she then move her body above his dick and got within the line of fire. "Bathe me in your hot and sticky spunk! I'd like to smell like your delicious, thick sperm."

And after a while of stroking hard and fast, Rachel got her wish.

Cecil's cock erupted in a torrent of cum, his sexual fluid squirting up into the air and landing on Rachel's lower body. Globs of sperm flew in the air, and all of them found their mark on Rachel's lower torso. Some squirts even managed to land on her pussy entrance, her clitoris being in the line for the sperm shots even though that wasn't her intention. In another pang of curiosity, and with wanting to tease Cecil even more, Rachel put a finger to a glob that was on her pussy and brought it to her mouth, getting a feel for what the sperm would have tasted had she decided to blow him alongside rub.

But the cruel Meowscarada didn't stop stroking Cecil even as he reached his first orgasm. And yes, this would be Cecil's first nut of the night as Rachel intended to somewhat torture her trainer and dominate him as she gave him sexual pleasure. Hence why she didn't stop stroking his cock and why his spine spasms uncontrollably as she continued to torture his poor dick into submission.

After five minutes of rubbing his cock until he stopped spasming out of his mind going out like a burnt lightbulb, Rachel decided to give her master's poor cock a rest and have some pleasure for herself. She crawled up Cecil's body and sat above him, aligning her pussy with his mouth.

"I hope you know how to eat pussy, Ceci, 'cause I won't get off of you until you either make me cum or do a good enough job in trying to make me cum."

As he heard these words, Cecil snapped out of his daze and tried to resist. But with his handcuffs still binding him, all he could do was plead with her.

"Wait! Stop!" he cried out.

"And why should I stop? I'm just getting started, Cecil Baby. And I'm going to get as much out of you as I possibly can," she said with a flirty smile. "Remember, I intend to fuck your brains out until you feel better. And I don't see that happening yet. So lay back and let's get on with even more romping."

Before Cecil could protest again, Rachel sat on him, burying his face with her tight cum covered lower section and partially by her ass. She didn't expect him to grasp how to eat pussy right from the get-go - being that the man didn't have much sexual experience. But she meant what she said about not letting up until he successfully pleasured her.

Rachel could feel Cecil weakly lick her pussy as he tried to do as good a job as he could with his face being sat on. It was even a bit difficult to breathe, but with his nostrils covered by her ass that was to be expected. The Meowscarada even wiggled around a little bit as she buried her master with her pussy and ass, applying moments of pressure to give him more incentive to want to eat her out.

The scene was more of Rachel wanting to dominate Cecil than her wanting him to lick and suckle her pussy. She wanted to show that she was the one who was at the top in their relationship, and whenever she so chose she would also be the one to dole pleasure to either one of them. But if only Rachel knew that Cecil was enjoying his time as the submissive, happy to have his pokémon take reigns and lead him on to the heights of sexual gratification. And in this case, he was more than willing to give his pokémon a little something in return.

Rachel squeaked as she felt her trainer bite her pussy. Not expecting her lover to get so cheeky, her face turned red after recovering from the surprise.

"Ah, so you like to get coy, eh?" she growled at him. "How about a good punishment for that?"

And before Cecil could think about what she meant, the Meowscarada lifted herself, allowing Cecil the chance to take a full breath of air. But before he could exhale, Rachel sat on him again, this time with her bare ass right in his face. The man had to hold his breath as his pokémon gave him the ultimate gesture of domination. Yet just like when he was forced to eat her pussy, he too took being sat on with his pokémon's ass in his face like a champ. And Rachel made sure to wiggle her cheeks around to bury his face in her ass even further.

After a good ten minutes of declaring dominance, Rachel finally lifted herself off of her trainer, the man finally able to catch his breath after having to bear her petite though jiggly ass. Rachel flipped around so that she could align with her master's pussy. All the while, Cecil looked red-faced and sweaty, not expecting a face-sitting session from his pokémon. Though perhaps it would've been better not to bite her in pussy, what it eventually led to made the whole event worth it.

"Alright then, big boy, are you ready for me to wring your cock out again?"

"Again?!" he shrieked, remembering the severe stroking he received earlier.

"Yes, again. Though this time, it'll be my pussy that'll be squeezing your cock," she assured. "We're almost done, Cecil baby. Just hold tight and let your cock-hungry partner here do the rest."

Rachel lowered herself down onto her master's dick, aligning the way for his cock to enter her. She grabbed hold of his as soon as her clitoris touched his tip. There was no coming back from here, and Cecil could only prepare himself for penetration. Deep down, though, Cecil did enjoy being toyed with like this. He honestly didn't mind the hand job and the face sitting. If anything, they only spurred him on to keep his cock erect so that Rachel could continue to pound him.

In one quick motion, Rachel shoved Cecil's cock into her pussy, the two of them gasping as they finally made the big connection. Rachel's pussy felt so warm and tight, and as she slowly sank onto the base of his crotch, Cecil could feel how good the whole sensation was. He couldn't help but crack a smile at how juicy and soft her tight snatch was. It had been so long since he had sex this good, and especially sex that was this tender and loving. And he was happy to share such a moment with someone he truly cared for, and who also cared for him in return.

But Rachel wouldn't be tender for long. She quickly picked up speed as she began to hop up and down on him, pulling and pushing his hard member in and out of her warm, grass-type hole. It was just as good a feeling for her as it was for her trainer, and her, it too had been a long while since she last had some carnal satisfaction. She rode her trainer with gusto, slamming hard onto his lap with a resounding plop that filled the room. And the scent of the pheromones from the cum that she had squirted onto her body only spurred her on even more. She only hoped that Cecil had even more semen left over in his sack to squirt into her body as well.

The two carried on like this for who knows how long, with neither Cecil nor Rachel letting up on their stamina. The Meowscarada hopped up and down with extended vigor, shoving Cecil's hard member deep into her vaginal canal. And the face she made was that of utter delight, enjoying every moment of her pussy being stretched out and her trainer's cock buried deep inside her. It was heaven for her, and her bliss knew no bounds. She didn't want this to end. She wanted to keep humping her trainer for as long as she could, to feel him buried deep inside her and to make her feel like a woman.

But all things must come to an end. At the forty-minute mark, with both of them having given their all, Cecil and Rachel were now panting hard and fast. Their minds were near breaking, and their privates were burning with the urge to enter into sweet release.

"Ready to cum for me, Cecil baby?" asked Rachel in a strained voice.

"I think I am," replied Cecil in an equally strained voice.

"In that case, let cum together!"

Rachel began riding her master even more rapidly, slapping against his thighs to the point that it hurt him. And the forceful riding even hurt her as well, the poor grass cat Pokémon unable to control herself as she desperately tried to reach her and her lover's climax. She wanted this. She wanted it bad.

And when the moment finally came, both lovers were treated to something that shook them to their cores.

Rachel slammed hard onto Cecil's lap, her pussy contracting hard as it began to squeeze her lover's member for all it was worth. And though he had already spent most of his sperm from the hand job from earlier, Cecil still squirted good-sized gobs of sperm into his lover's womb. But the true notation of what it felt like happened in their minds, their minds becoming blank as they felt the sheer force of their ecstasy. And Rachel could no longer keep herself sitting upright as she collapsed onto Cecil's bare chest. The man would have caught her if only he wasn't handcuffed. Though then again it wasn't as if he had a clear mind and forethought to catch her with his mind also within rapture.

The two lovers remained in bed, breathing together in sync as their bodies touched one another. Their main physical connection was their sex organs, but their hearts too also connected. They shared a climax that was unlike any other, and they both enjoyed the moment.

Rachel lifted her head and looked at Cecil's eyes with a smile. Her face was dreamy, her arms wrapped around him as she wanted to feel closer to her trainer and lover. This was such a good feeling, one that she wanted to prolong for as long as she could.

"How are you feeling, Handsome?" said Rachel in a sultry though weakened voice.

"I feel good," replied Cecil. "I'd feel even better if I was no longer handcuffed, but I'll still take this moment any day."

"You know, I kind of like playing with you while you're handcuffed. It allows me to do all sorts of things to you, and you would not be able to resist."

"Well, I just hope they're not too humiliating. Having your ass on my face was good, but let's not do anything too risqué, now."

"You'll enjoy it either way."

With that, Rachel climbed off her lover and went to get the handcuff keys - all while joking that they were nowhere in sight, which made Cecil worry that he would never be released. But once she found the keys that she supposedly lost - when in reality, she always knew where they were - she went to him and undid his binds. With his arms free, the two spent the rest of the evening cuddling, with Rachel's warm body in front of Cecil's as they spooned together.

These previous days have been tumultuous and difficult for the pair. But Cecil found his peace of mind and a confidant in Rachel, someone whom he could confide in and make his days better from now on. Even if he had to live with the guilt of killing Jimmy Johnson and subduing his father, he knew that such moments were a rarity. In the end, he was a man of peace, and everyone who knew him knew that about him. It would only be in his most dire moments that he would pull out his magnum. And he hoped those moments were far from each other.

For now, He wanted to be at peace with himself. He hoped that the future would bring nothing but joy and happiness into his life - all while he tried to make amends with people like his little sister, Sarah.

With the end of tonight would also come the end of Halloween. Today, the kids and pokémon children went off to trick or treat and make the most of a happy time. Cecil and Rachell would be sure to hand out sweets and make the most of the holiday.

Thanksgiving was on the horizon, and that meant another holiday in which Poképhiles like them could make merry and spend a wonderful time together.

So the two lovers could hope.