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[b][u][center]Pokémon Polyamory

Chapter 1: Johto Arrival

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

New Bark City was less of a city and more of a…town, if one was being completely kind about it. There weren’t many houses there, and at least two of them didn’t even belong to the families that called the settlement home. One was just a lab, the others were barely occupied, as far as Jared had been informed. As he arrived from the east, coming across the waterway from Kanto on an associate’s Seal, he realized that the truth was worse than he had imagined.

“This is…this is where I’m supposed to start?” the young man asked. “I mean…this place is a dump.”

“If you want to start with a decent Pokémon, this is where you go. Sorry to break it to you, but Pokémon professors tend to live in the ass-end of nowhere. Keeps everyone from hunting them down for the best Pokémon in the world.”

“Yeah, guess that makes sense…”

Jared shook his head, looking down at himself. He hadn’t been given much when he’d been sent out here. A black jacket, a red shirt, gray jeans, black running shoes. Not much for equipment, either, just a standard potion and a couple of empty pokeballs, and not much money, either. Maybe enough for a couple more balls, maybe enough for a meal. Who knew until he had to spend it, really?

“This Professor Elm,” he asked, pulling his backpack up a bit higher. “He’s a friendly sort?”

“You could say that. Files say that he’s pretty informed, pretty excitable. Pretty sure that he’ll give you whatever you need as long as you say that you’re going to help him out.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard.”

“That’s the hope. So, Jared.”

He turned, brushing a few black strands out of his face. The black-masked, wet-suited agent on the Seal gestured at him.

“Your mission is…”

“See if I can find [i]them,[/i] and see how they got here.”

“And if anyone asks?”

“I’m a trainer from Kanto that swam over here to start his Pokémon journey.”

“Make sure you keep to the cover. We’ll be watching.”

The agent saluted, the large, white Seal turning around and diving under the water. If anyone had been watching, it’d look like some black variety of a Water-type had gone speeding off in the opposite direction.

Jared shook his head. Much as he was glad to be out of the pickle they’d freed him from, he was glad to see the back of that guy. Silent as the grave and more than a little annoying, to put it mildly.

[i]Still, at least it’s a chance for a fresh start,[/i] he thought. [i]And if I get lucky, maybe I can lose their tails. Start fresh. Do something different.[/i]

It was a thought, at least. Not a very likely thought, but a thought.

He stretched his arms overhead, making a mental note to buy a little sunscreen from the first store he found. He had a feeling that he was gonna need it; it was hotter out here than it was back in Kanto.

“Right, off to the lab…”

It was a very short walk, though one that pulled every eye in the town on him. Jared figured that they’d be curious about newcomers, but he had underestimated how bad things were. Pallet Town had been bad enough, the way that there were only two families and an egg-head of a Pokémon professor living there. This place had more people, but it was like it was even more insular.

He did his best to ignore the stares as he walked up to the biggest building at the end of town. The door was unlocked so he walked right in.

There were three scientists inside, one of which was working on a computer, and the other two were fixing what looked like a giant computer server. He winced at the sight of all the parts spread out over the ground; he wasn’t a computer guy, but that could [i]not[/i] be good.

Then, there was the professor. A brown-haired man in a white coat and a blue shirt, he was running back and forth around the techs, shaking his head and almost screaming.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. We can put it back together – GENTLY! Don’t shove it, don’t force it. Ah, all my research, all my data. Oh god, oh Arceus, please still be in one piece…”

“…Pretty sure it’s dead, doc.”

The professor yelped and screamed as he spun around, arms held up over his face. Jared blinked, taking a step back, holding up his hands and shaking his head.

“You okay, man?” he asked.

“Who are you? What are – there’s nobody else your age in town. Where did you come from?”

“Kanto.” Jared jerked his thumb to the east. “Wanted to try being a Pokémon trainer, so I swam over.”

“You – you just swam over?! Why?”

“Heard you were the best Pokémon prof out here. Thought I’d hit you up and see if we could make a deal.”

“The best – well, I, um, thank you, but I’m nothing compared to Professor Oak. I mean, he is [i]the[/i] brains when it comes to Pokémon out there, I just hope to be half as good, and contribute my own little piece of knowledge to the Pokémon record as I –”

“Yeah, yeah.” [i]God, you go on…[/i] “You got an experiment going on I can help with? I’m willing to work for a Pokémon, if you got one to spare.”

“Oh, you – well, that’s a steep price.”

“I’m a good worker.” He shrugged. “Whatcha got?”

“W-well, I am – there is a bit of a trip I’d like you to make, and – well, it’s a little dangerous, and it might be a bit risky, but I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

Jared groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He’d always heard that the Pokémon professors were a little on the strange side, but good fuck this guy took the cake. The amount of blabber coming from him was beyond belief.

“Look. Do I get a Pokémon out of this to get me there?”

“Um…Yes?”

“Do I get to pick it?”

“…Yes?”

“And is this trip less than four cities away?”

“No – I mean, yes!”

“Then I’m in.”

“Wonderful! Oh, come here, come here.”

Shaking his head, he followed the excitable professor over to a side table that was half-buried in books. The tomes went flying off to the side as soon as they reached it, though, Elm casting them to the side as he cleared everything else out of the way to reveal…

Three pokeballs.

None of them had labels, though, and he arched an eyebrow as he looked back at the professor. He gestured at them. When the professor didn’t say anything, he cleared his throat. When Elm [i]still[/i] didn’t say anything, he elbowed the older man right in the gut.

“Hey. Ain’t a mind reader. What ones are they?”

“Oh, right, right, you aren’t part of the team. Sorry, heh,” Elm laughed nervously. “Just not used to outsiders, you know?”

“I’m sure. So, what kind of Pokémon are they?”

“Oh, well, um, this one is a Fire type –”

“Pass.”

“Oh? Bad experiences?”

“You could say that. More that I got a bit of a problem with, uh, heat.”

“Oh? Did you get burned? Oh, oh! Or did you get attacked by an amorous Fire-type lover, and you couldn’t get away, and –” Elm stopped, blinking. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where I was going with that.”

“…Yeah. Dude. You got problems.”

“Please forget I ever said anything like that.”

“As long as you never, ever do that again. Ever.”

“Bargain struck.”

The Pokémon professor shook his head, looking back at the table, while Jared did his best to put that mental image out of his mind. Particularly as it wasn’t as far from the truth as the professor actually thought.

[i]Let’s never do that again,[/i] he thought, shaking his head. [i]Ever.[/i]

Jared turned his attention back to the table. That was the Fire-type, then? That meant that it’d be a Grass-Water-Fire trio, something to cancel out any early type advantages for anyone that came in here with friends. He’d heard of gangs of teens and more coming to these professors, looking for a leg-up on the competition, and the profs had learned to offer a triangle of Pokémon that would negate any one of the three being more powerful than the other two.

But that meant that while he’d have one Pokémon that could beat one end of the triangle, there’d be another that could beat his. And if someone was watching…

Maybe it was old-school paranoia, maybe it was something that had been turned into him by his old ‘job’, but he suddenly felt sure that someone was. Jared surreptitiously leaned back, tilting his head enough to look over his shoulder.

Sure enough, some red-haired punk in an unzipped jacket was looking through the window on the far wall. None of the techs had seen him due to their repair work, and he doubted that the dick was just watching the show.

[i]If you’re waiting to run in and steal something, let’s make it a bit trickier for you…[/i]

“Hey, uh, Professor.”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s say that I take a guess what the other two are. And then, how about we put them away for a while?”

“Uh…okay,” Professor Elm said as Jared moved between the window and the table. “But why?”

“They’re valuable, right?”

“Of course. They’re powerful Pokémon, and new ones, too.”

“Then why leave ‘em out where anyone can take them?”

“Hmm…That’s a good point…but there’s no thieves in this town.”

“Yeah, but what if there’s another newcomer like me? Someone that’s not so…nice?”

“…Um…”

[i]Fucking…are they all a bunch of gullible, too-trusting morons?[/i]

This was why he hated small towns. When you were trying to be nice, they didn’t listen to you. When you wanted something out of ‘em –

But he wasn’t here for that. He was here for a companion, and then he was gonna hit the road, get out of here, and hopefully get what he needed to get that fucking asshole off his back. Jared shook his head, keeping his body between his hands and the window. He pointed to one of the remaining pokeballs.

“Water?”

“Uh, Grass, actually.”

Jared nodded, picking up the two balls at once. He turned around, holding them up so that there was no way that the punk could miss them, and tossed them from hand to hand. He shuffled them, bounced them along the backs of his hands, rolled them in every which way. If it wasn’t for the fact that he had noticed a tiny little scuff mark on the Water type ball, he would have never known just which one was which.

So there was no way that the punk could, either.

He finally snapped his fingers tight around the Water-type ball, putting the other back on the table.

“I’ll take this one.”

“And…and that one is…”

“Heh. Let’s make it a surprise. Now, what the hell do you need me to do?”

If the sneak outside was just being a peeper, then there was no harm done. Professor Elm could check which Pokémon was which a bit after he left, and all would be fine. But if he was right, and this guy was doing more than just staring inside…

Well, there was no way of telling whether he’d picked Grass or Water, and he’d shuffled the other two balls, as well. He had a decent enough chance of keeping Red-Hair guessing, if he turned out to be a problem.

#

Unsurprisingly, he caught the red-haired peeper as he walked by the lab. The other guy was ducking down into the bushes, trying to hide himself, but really, he was an amateur. Anybody at the old operation would have noticed him in two seconds; the only reason that he was still working was because everyone in this town was an idiot.

Still, at least he had given Jared something to do. Chuckling to himself, the new ‘trainer’ looked down at the pokeball in his hand.

[i]So, Totodile, huh?[/i] he thought, tossing the ball up and down a few times. [i]Well, I’ve always thought I was a smooth operator…[/i]

Working with Pokémon was nothing new. Anyone that was anybody in the world had to work with them at some point or other, whether they were an actor on the movie screen or a policeman with an Arcanine, or…

Well, nobody talked about the things that people used to do, but even as a kid, you heard things. Things that the adults stopped talking about as soon as someone entered the room.

But that was done, he reminded himself. All that stuff was done. The worst that Pokémon were used for these days were as beat-em-up tools for thugs like Team Rocket or other would-be criminals. There were no more soldiers carrying them around.

[i]No, the bad stuff just found a different avenue…[/i]

Jared slapped the back of his head, grumbling under his breath. He was out of that business. Out. And he wasn’t going back to it. All he was doing was making sure that this unnamed [i]they[/i] that his rescuers had talked about weren’t doing something as bad or worse than his associates had been.

“You find out, you bust ‘em up, you go home. New life, new everything.”

[i]Unless I can lose them out here…[/i]

He glanced over his shoulder back at New Bark Town. So far, nobody seemed to be following, but he didn’t put it past his ‘rescuers’ to have something to keep track of where he was. Some Fearow miles in the sky or something peering down on him with a camera, he imagined.

Well, for now, he had a destination, and he could at least get the professor’s job done.

[i]Hopefully he doesn’t want this guy back when I’m done,[/i] he thought, tucking the pokeball against his belt. [i]Alright, Cherrygrove City. Over the bushes and through the grass, to the weirdo’s house we go…[/i]

By some miracle, there were no wild Pokémon for him to battle between New Bark Town and Cherrygrove City, and he walked into the cherry-blossomed town with nary a scratch on him. However, no sooner had he left the road and stepped onto the city streets than –

“Youngster!”

“GAH!”

Jared almost jumped out of his skin at the sudden wrinkled face that shot across his field of vision. Restraining the urge to shove the old man out of his way, he forced himself to take a step back, rubbing his chest as his heartbeat slowly dropped back to a normal range.

“Old man…I swear to Arceus…”

“Oh, so sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you. You just looked like you could use some advice.”

“Nnngh. About what? How to jump-start my heart?”

“Well, no, but…finding your way around! I offer tours to anyone that comes to town, though there’s scant few of them these days.”

[i]Geez, I wonder why…[/i]

“Would you care for one?”

“Not a chance in hell.”

“Then we’ll – eh? What did you say?”

“No. Thanks.” Jared shook his head. “I’m just passing through, anyway.”

“Oh, but…you…you could still use the lay of the land, young man.”

“…” Jared pointed to his right. “Poke-Mart.” He shifted his finger slightly. “Pokémon Center. Route 30. The sea. And…” He paused, pointing at the buildings for a moment before shaking his head. “Who cares?”

“…Oh. You, uh…you’ve done this before.”

Seeing the old man nearly deflate as he sunk into himself was singularly disheartening, and Jared wanted to kick himself. Not for hurting the old man’s feelings, but because now he wanted to make good on it.

And…he did.

“Would you prefer me pretending I didn’t know what was going on?”

“If you don’t mind? I don’t get to feel useful too often.”

“Fine…just…” He blinked. “Actually, you could be very useful, if you can show me one particular place.”

“Sure, sonny. What do you have in mind?”

“Someplace…private.”

#

The old man wasn’t a [i]total[/i] loss, though he wasn’t exactly that helpful, either. Jared watched the wrinkly old guide go back to town, shaking his head as he tucked the two-hundred in bills into his pocket.

[i]Guide that pays you for listening to him. That’s a first.[/i]

Still, the main point was that the old guy had pointed out a private little pocket of the woods outside of Cherrygrove, just before it connected to Route 30 proper. He knew that he should be getting on towards the house just up the road, but he figured that he had a little time. After all, not having any Pokémon battles had probably saved him a lot of time, and when you added in not having to visit the Pokémon center, too…

Well, it made things that much simpler.

He sat down with his back against a tree, making sure that he had a clear view of the road before reaching down to his waistband. Pulling out the pokeball, he inflated it to its proper size and tapped the front.

“Alright. Come on out.”

The ball popped open, and the familiar white light flashed. It didn’t take long for it to coalesce into a little blue crocodile-dinosaur thing, one that hopped up and down on stubby little legs and looked altogether too happy to be out of the ball. Jared chuckled, putting it back in his pocket.

“Excitable little thing, aren’t you?”

“To-totodile!”

It jumped up and down, wiggling its arms in happy fashion, and despite himself, he couldn’t help the smile on his face. There was something…better about Pokémon than people, he often thought. They weren’t trying to be smarmy. They weren’t trying to be better than you. They were damn smart, most of the time, and they weren’t a bunch of annoying pricks, either.

Though sometimes they were a bit silly, like this one. It kept hopping up and down, almost like it was dancing, and Jared rolled his eyes.

“Alright, alright, come here. Let me take a look at you, you silly thing.”

“Diiiiiile!”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, bring those dancing feet over here.”

He waved the Pokémon over, shaking his head all the while. As soon as it was in reach, he put one hand on the Totodile’s head, keeping it from bouncing around, and then started poking and prodding him. While he wasn’t a nurse, he had some experience with Pokémon health work, and he just wanted to make sure that the little thing wasn’t hiding any sort of injury that Elm hadn’t bothered to tell him about.

“Looks like your neck’s good. Arms look okay. No issue with those legs, huh?” he asked, squeezing the ‘dile’s middle toe. It grinned, swinging its arms up and down. “Nope, all good there. Now, don’t bite me for this, okay? Just gotta check something…”

It wasn’t the first time that he’d put his fingers under a Pokémon’s tail to check what they had down there, nor was it the first time that a Pokémon pushed back. They technically [i]were[/i] animals, after all, so it was understandable that they’d be interested in pushing back towards something that felt good. It wasn’t like they had the taboos about it that humans did, either.

It was, however, the first time that a Pokémon looked up at him when he did it, and grabbed his hand.

Jared blinked as the Totodile gripped his wrist, wondering if he’d poked something more sensitive than he should, but as the Water-type pulled his hand a bit closer, he realized that it was encouraging him to keep touching. He groaned, shaking his head as the little guy’s cock-slit started to expand a bit, forming a more obvious bulge through the scales down there.

“Alright, alright, I know you’re a guy now. No need to do that.”

“Diiiiile…”

“I don’t know how you managed to turn your name into a seductive sound, but I’m not giving you anything more down there. You’re not -…The important thing is, that’s not what we’re doing.”

Shaking his head, he pulled his hand back, but it was a bit too late after that. The Totodile’s dick was already starting to slide out, and for all the fact that the little dino-guy was so short, he was grinning like a stud in the porn industry. The Totodile even went so far as to put both his paws on the back of his head and swing his hips around.

Jared stared at the display for a few seconds, blinking.

“…I am [i]soooo[/i] glad that we’re not on the road or in the open right now. Those guys would be asking me so many questions…and probably asking you to touch a doll saying ‘where did he –’ oh for fuck’s sake…”

He covered his face, not out of embarrassment – at least, not totally out of embarrassment – but rather out of exasperation as the Totodile turned around and started shaking his tail at him. The dino leaned forward, lifting its tail up, showing off…well, admittedly, a very tight looking little asshole.

“Look, even if I wanted to do that – and I’m not saying I do – there’s no way that I’m going to fit in that.”

That didn’t seem to stop the Totodile. He leaned forward, going flat on his belly and pushing his butt up in the air. He even stuck out his tongue, winking.

And, admittedly, it wasn’t entirely ineffective. Jared’s cock was growing, already, making a bit of a bulge in his pants. He groaned under his breath, adjusting it so that it was growing off to the side rather than straight up and out.

Not that it helped. Totodile wiggled his toes, almost like he was trying to draw his trainer’s attention back to his butt, right towards that hole. And…

Jared blinked. Totodile was managing to flex himself just enough to make his hole pucker, enough to make that space under the tail flex in, then out. It was one of the things that he had seen Pokémon do back…back at his old job, and it was…

“Gah! Okay, enough, enough!”

He pulled the pokeball back out, shaking his head.

“Totodile, return.”

The beam lanced out, and the Totodile rolled to the side. The Pokémon smirked, wobbling his hips a bit, thrusting himself up with his tail. Jared glared, kneeling down in front of his Pokémon.

“You are not going to get me to do this in public. Got me?”

“…Toto?”

“You’re too small for [i]anything[/i] like that.”

“To-dile?”

His Pokémon lifted one foot, poking him right in the crotch with a toe. Some of the stud-smirk slid off the Water-type’s face, and Jared chuckled.

“Yeah. See what I mean?”

“…”

“You gonna get back in the ball?”

“…Toooo.”

“Good boy.”

He bonked Totodile on the head with the ball, and the little water croc disappeared in a flash of white and red. Shaking his head, he shrunk it down and put it back in his pocket.

“First time they got all seductive like [i]that[/i] without a little help…”

For the moment, he just didn’t want to think about it. The fact that it had been that…interested was a little concerning, but more concerning was whether it had picked up on something. Or if Elm was…

Nah, there was no way someone [i]that[/i] dense was running an operation like that. Whatever was going on with Totodile, it wasn’t the professor causing it. But if he wasn’t…

[i]…Fuck. I’m going to have to go back and check on the techs, because someone’s doing something stupid in that lab. But for now, to the other weirdo…[/i]

#

On the positive side, at least Totodile knew how to fight as well as flirt. The Water-type had cleared the way through a number of Pidgeys, Furrets, and worse on the way to the house of this Mr. Pokémon. Jared shook his head as he pulled the eager little guy back into his pokeball before he could start doing his little ‘victory dance’ where someone might see. The first time he saw that, he felt like his face was going to burn right off.

[i]I really gotta check in with Elm about that…[/i]

Or anyone that wasn’t going to blab. Might be a better idea to not ask Elm about that, now that he thought about it…

Shaking his head, he walked up to the house at the end of the road. Thankfully, it was the only place out here, and he half-wondered if this guy was another one of those like the Pokémon professors. Just out here in the ass-end of nowhere, trying to avoid society while he worked on his theories.

Wouldn’t surprise him. Like attracted like, he supposed.

He walked up and knocked on the door. After a few seconds, he heard two different voices calling for him to come in, so he did.

One of the men – old and bearded – he didn’t recognize. The other, however, he recognized almost immediately, and not just because of his fame.

[i]Ah, crap,[/i] Jared thought, yanking up his shirt collar to cover the bottom half of his face and smooshing his hair down to try and shade the upper half a little bit. He shoved one hand into his jacket pocket, waving the other.

“Yo,” he said, his voice muffled.

“Um, hello,” Professor Oak said, arching one large, gray eyebrow. “I hate to ask like this, but, do you actually have business here, or are you just a very bad crook?”

“Just business. Professor Elm sent me up here to collect something. That’s it.”

[i]Stop talking so fast, this is a bad, bad idea…[/i]

Back when he’d been working with the group that his ‘handler’ had rescued him from, he had been caught by the Professor on a…less than legal matter. No theft of Pokémon, of course, but there’d been some contact information that Oak had that his associates had wanted. He’d gotten let loose with a warning and no numbers, but it’d be enough to make Oak recognize him, he was sure.

“Elm? Elm…Oh, you mean the discovery I made!” The bearded man grinned, snapping his fingers. “Haha, I told you, Oak. It’s just as amazing as I said.”

“Well, if Elm is interested, I suppose it must be. He [i]is[/i] the premiere professor when it comes to Pokémon evolution, after all.”

[i]News to me,[/i] he thought, keeping his face down as much as he could get away with. [i]Just give me the thing so I can go before he figures it out.[/i]

“Ah, you see, I stumbled across this. You know, most of us are still in the dark about how Pokémon work compared to humans,” this Mr. Pokémon said as he got out of his chair, walking to a cabinet at the back of the room. “Even Elm doesn’t entirely know. Oh, he’s traced them back to Pokémon Babies, of course, but this is something even he hasn’t seen. I found an [i]egg,[/i] you see.”

[i]EGG?![/i]

He almost fell flat on his face, and barely managed to catch himself by stumbling into a desk. Jared sputtered inside of his shirt, barely managing to keep it over the bottom of his face in the process.

“Egg?! What kind of egg?”

“Oh, this egg!”

[i]Oh fuck, please don’t be what I think this is, please don’t be –[/i]

Half-expecting one that was swirled and slightly fleshy looking, he looked up to see one that was…completely normal. White with a few speckles along the sides, admittedly, but as normal as one could have liked…save for the fact that it was bigger than Mr. Pokémon’s hands.

But it wasn’t one of [i]those.[/i] That was the important thing.

“Are you…alright, young man?” Professor Oak asked. “You’re behaving very peculiar.”

“Just in a hurry, that’s all. Want to get back to Professor Elm before it gets dark, get this time him as soon as possible, yessir.”

“Well, you should know what to tell him about it. I found this up the road, almost at the edge of Violet City, and –”

“I’m sure you can call and tell him later byyyyyyyye!”

And with that, he grabbed the egg and ran. Ran right out the door, right down the road, and as far away from Professor Oak and Mr. Pokémon as he possibly could. He didn’t stop running until he could no longer see the house behind him, and he knew that he’d outrun the two older men.

[i]Oh, please, please, please, please tell me he didn’t recognize me…[/i]

Even if it wasn’t one of those eggs, though, he wanted some big answers out of Professor Elm. This…this was something that he had only ever seen done badly. He didn’t know if that was what was happening out here, but by all that was holy, he needed to make sure that this wasn’t repeating itself.

Things had gotten [i]real[/i] bad in Kanto when they started doing the stupid. If it started over here, all of Johto could get turned upside-down.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]