Internet Entrepreneur
Deviation. One hour again, with callbacks to my other story. Huzzah. (I'll finish another chapter of that... eventually.)
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You had to feel bad for him, somewhat. Sure, he was always antagonistic, and a bit of an ass, but you had to feel a little sorry for him. Six years with Team Rocket, and then they reorganize into Rocket Unlimited, start selling microchips to expand PokeDex memory after the discovery of another two hundred Pokemon, and he gets the sack.
Do you know how much of a resume stain Team Rocket is? Six years of your life devoted to the most evil you can muster? You're too evil for the good companies, and not evil enough for the evil ones. Hell, he applied to work as prompter technician in the Fox Newsroom, and he was still below the evil bar.
James sighed. No real choice, then, but to go into self-employment.
He felt the fuzzy weight leap upon his back and a panting somewhere behind his ear, and a light poking around his backside that grew more and more intense. He fidgeted against the straps on the cart holding him down; one of the few advantages of his time at TR was learning basic mechanics. Granted, that extended to put nail A into wood B, so he hired some guy to rig up the more complicated stuff; the electronic release, the wireless cameras, the microphones. No money to pay him, per se, so he got a life free pass. He might be watching right now.
Well, someone was. A bunch of people floating around the ad-supported low-quality feeds, a couple dropped a few bucks for some higher-resolution streams, and one person just bought a monthly subscription. James didn't really see the logic, considering it was the same show every time, but leave it to the pervy to fall head over heels for repetition.
James had been so busy looking over the statistics on a screen across the room that he forgot about the show itself. His attention was called back when Growlithe hit his mark and sank in.
James groaned slightly; even if it was the same show every time, at least it was the same show he liked every time. Do what you love, they said. Well, he was doing what he loved. Well, not loved. He wasn't ready to make that step with the Pokemon.
He heard the camera feeds zoom in slightly. Three for the free feeds, showing wide shots from around the room, seven for the paid feeds; higher-quality of the three freebies, plus closeups on the pair, cameras on both of their faces, currently twisted in some form of pleasure, and an underneath shot he was rather proud of utilizing, which when adjusted correctly showed both shafts in action from below. Normally you would have to drop a lot of money on a cameraman fearless enough to slide under there. Yet another advantage to technology.
James felt a stretch, then a pop, both familiar and welcome. He had it all timed out fairly nicely after so many matinees. He had been doing it for a few months, three or four shows a week, and he still liked it. More credibility for the pervy-repetition paradigm.
Now that the Growlithe was safely secure inside James, he intensified his movements, trying to launch deeper inside him. The Growlithe was smart enough, and knew that he had no chance of making little baby Growlithes with the purple-haired friend, but it was fun, and it killed time, so he kept with it. He had a vague notion that they were being watched, but he had no real conception of cameras or internet feeds or free trials or the banner ads showing Growlithe's slightly photoshopped cock rubbing against James' face that he had bought a couple months in on something called AGNPH; he hadn't really stayed too long, but it was a site for those who had advanced relationships with their Pokemon, like he did, and so an ad banner there might help him.
Help him it did; he noticed that three more had dropped a tenner each to get the high-quality feeds. Maybe if he really sold it, he could get one of them to drop another ten and get a subscription. James kicked it into overdrive, moaning and groaning. When he started, he was all kinds of terrible at it; he sounded like something out of Jungle Beats 14. But he worked on it in the shower, briefly considered hiring a singing coach, declined that, and decided to just raise his own soft, natural moans thirty or so decibels; convincing enough.
The Growlithe growled slightly and began shooting into James. This was the fun bit, James thought, feeling the puddle turn into a lake turn into an ocean deep inside him. He was stretched out enough that it was painless, and the movements got him going hard. He fired off some basic compliments into the void, an oh yes here, a you're so big there, a it's so thick everywhere, a knick knack paddywhack, and his dog gave him another bone. He regretted that last one; that didn't make much sense. He should put a little cheat list on the wall, outside of camera view, what works and what doesn't.
He felt a brush, and then a leg scrape lightly across the small of his back, followed by a spinning. Just enough resistance to make it feel good, not enough to lacerate something. Now that Growlithe was in a more mobile position, James pressed a button under his right index finger that released the wheel brakes. Still firing shot after shot of Puppy Pokemon batter, Growlithe wandered around the room.
James had trained him to walk around the room, give all the cameras a good view. He was a showman at heart, after all. Somewhere in the distance, he heard a cell phone ring. Was it his? James could never remember what his ringtone was anymore; he didn't do much calling anymore, and was alone save for himself and his Growlithe. Jessie snagged a job running mail at Rocket Unlimited, and Meowth moved in with her. He had always suspected that something bigger was going on between them, but he always felt awkward saying anything. Anyways, if he had to guess a year ago which one of them was more likely to be banging a Pokemon, he would've guessed her. C'est la vie.
His attention was brought back to present matters when he saw a movement by the window they had just walked under. He heard a hollow thunk on the ground near him, and an eerie glow behind him. What the hell?
The glow got brighter and brighter, and Growlithe roared. James turned his head just enough to see a Fire Stone laying, cracked on the ground next to the firedog.
Oh shit.
James hit the emergency release button under his left hand, but it didn't work. The straps and the leg cuffs stayed strong. He couldn't move, couldn't order Growlithe to stop; it was hard to do after using a Stone, but it's not impossible. He feebly shouted a no and a stop, but it didn't take.
He couldn't directly see the change, but he felt it. The cock in his belly began to grow and expand. James winced and screamed; this was not supposed to happen, couldn't be happening, shouldn't be happening!
He frantically pressed the release button, but nothing happened. He felt the back-end of the cart rise up off the ground as the pressure inside him grew. The spurts intensified, the pulses more powerful, the size tripling in proportion.
Finally, the swelling ceased, and a deeper roar sounded from the Arcanine. James groaned in pain; he hadn't worked up to this. It took him a full month to just get to Growlithe's size, and this was three times that. But soon pain subsided to pleasure. A sense of being filled like he had never been before. Shortly he didn't have to amplify his moans; the Arcanine cranked up the volume. He usually didn't come through the act; usually Growlithe licked him off at the end, a special treat for the paid customers. But he could barely contain himself.
He felt the plug in him shrink slightly, and a firm pull against his hole. Arcanine growled, firing one last shot and then pulling out.
James gasped as the massive knot pushed its way through, which finally put him over the edge, coming so hard that he might've left a dent in the wooden board holding him down. He shuddered; he hadn't been this exhausted since their first show.
Arcanine still remembered the routine. He walked around James' front side. Normally he would put his paws on James' shoulders, but now the meat was at the proper level on its own. Arcanine tried to put his paws on his shoulders, but reconsidered, walking over the bound human and giving James full view of his new business partner.
It was much more massive than before; longer, thicker, a wider knot, a stronger smell. A spurt landed on the corner of James' mouth. He licked; yup, a better taste, too. Normally he would cut the feed here, but he had no intention of depriving anyone of this. He attacked the shaft, licking up his partner's seed.
James thought to himself how this changes things. He'd need to buy a new domain name, that's for sure. He'd need to relaunch the banner ads with new graphics and new (ahem) stars. He'd need to make modifications to the cart to accommodate the larger size.
He glanced to his side at the website statistics. To his surprise, nine people had bought subscriptions, and more were coming into the free feeds by the second. Word was spreading. James smiled; he'd have to put a rebroadcast of this on the site. For a fee, naturally...
When you're the best, you have money to burn. Lots of it. Entrance fees, shop fees, battle fees... Sure, the fee structure wasn't the most popular thing, but before he took it, Champion was a surprisingly low-paying job. Now that he was here?
Well, he could do anything. Find an old friend online. Help him out with a subscription. Bribe the contractor he subsequently hired to put in an online override on the release button. Pay someone a hunk of change to stand outside his house and wait with a cell phone and a Fire Stone. It was a bit pricey, but price was little object.
Staring at the seven cameras in front of him, Ash rubbed himself, enjoying the afterglow. He had to hand it to James, he was fearless. If it weren't for the publicity, Ash and Pikachu would stream the cameras that record them every night onto the web.
He would have to send another camera to James and see if, in exchange, he couldn't interest his former rival in a few private sessions; just Ash, James, and his big, bulky Arcanine.
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Yeah.