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[b][u][center]Pokémon Polyamory

Chapter 2: Conflicting Needs

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

Jared had run right through Cherrygrove City and well onto Route 29 before he managed to calm down enough to slow down. He was pretty sure that he’d left a trail of confused Pokémon and people alike in his wake, but he didn’t care. At least he’d gotten out of Mr. Pokémon’s house before Professor Oak had recognized him.

[i]Last thing I need is for the old guy to start asking questions…[/i]

He slumped forward, leaning against one of the little bumps in the road that overlooked the lower paths. It wasn’t much support, but it was better than nothing, and at least he didn’t feel like he was going to throw up anymore.

As he caught his breath, he slowly reached down to his pockets. The egg was still there, of course, but he couldn’t help but run his hand over it to make sure that it hadn’t fallen out during his mad dash. It hadn’t, and there were no cracks in it, either, which was a serious relief.

[i]Eggs, though…[/i]

Nobody else had known about them, as far as Jared knew. Like Mr. Pokémon had said, Professor Elm was the master of Pokémon evolution, though he hadn’t heard anything about that himself. Even that was just down to Pokémon babies rather than eggs, though. Outside of some…old work…Jared had never seen one himself.

And this one was different. This one was more normal looking, mostly smooth, a little pebbly, and with a hint of a pattern to it that wasn’t that different from a normal speckle pattern. More colors, yeah, but…

He shook his head, pulling his hand back from the egg. At least it didn’t look like [i]them.[/i]

[i]Better get this back to Elm. Sooner I get this job done…[/i]

Jared bit his lip. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he felt. He knew that this was a big lead, and one that his handlers would be eager to hear about. They’d tell him to get the egg back to Elm, yes, but they’d want him to keep working with the professor, inform them of what he found out.

[i]Goddammit…[/i]

Much as he hated the idea, he was probably going to get locked into working with Elm despite his better judgment. The idiot egghead was going to drive him mad.

Sighing, he shook his head and got back to his feet. Might as well continue the trip. It wasn’t that much further, anyway, and when he got there –

A flicker of movement at the other end of the route caught his attention. Jared cocked his head to the side, shifting the brim of his hat a little to clear the sun from his vision. There, just at the edge of the road. Someone was running away from New Bark Town. Someone with red hair.

[i]…Son of a bitch.[/i]

Shaking his head, he leaned a bit closer to the edge of the barrier, knowing that the thief could only come up to him. If he waited and timed this right…

Yep, there he was. Little punk in a black jacket with red hair, looking all pleased with himself. He even had a pokeball out, tossing it from hand to hand. Jared would have slapped him if he could get away with it; the little idiot didn’t know the first thing about getting away with something like this.

[i]Rule one. Never flash the loot. Rule two. Never take an escape route with only one path.[/i]

Just as the little punk passed under him, Jared jumped off the ledge. He grabbed the red-haired punk, throwing him backwards, and the thief stumbled and almost fell over. Almost. He managed to catch himself at the last second.

“Take it from someone who knows, dick. This is a bad idea.”

“Who the – how’d you find me?”

“Anyone ever tell you how much red and black stands out against green?”

“Well, whatever. I got a Pokémon now, too,” he said, holding up his pokeball. “And it’ll smash the hell out of yours.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You want to fight? Let’s fight.”

“Okay.”

CRACK!

Jared rubbed the back of his hand as the thief stumbled backwards again, this time clutching a bloody nose. He shook his head, wincing slightly.

[i]Out of practice, damn. Ow. That shouldn’t have hurt that much.[/i]

“What the fuck?! A Pokémon fight, asshole!”

“Oh, I thought you were man enough to fight without one.”

“Fuck you. Pokeball go!”

He watched the pokeball fly through the air, and he wondered if his little gamble had worked. Spinning around the remaining Pokémon back at the lab was a bit of a gamble, ensuring that it was a little less likely that he’d have to fight something that was strong against his Totodile. The fact that it was completely random meant that it was 50/50, but considering this dick’s luck so far…

The ball opened with a flash of white, and a Cyndaquil popped out. Jared couldn’t help but smirk.

“You got the fire-type, huh?”

“Yeah! So?”

“…You do know that fire is weak to water, right?”

“…”

He didn’t even throw his pokeball. He just tapped it at his waist, letting it expand. Totodile hopped out a second later, bouncing and grinning as ever. Despite the situation, his smirk turned to a small smile. Indulgent, but for later.

“Hey, Totodile.”

“Do?”

The little croco-saur turned to look up at him, still smiling but with a bit more attention than before.

“You think you can take that one?”

Totodile whipped its head around, looking back at the little Cyndaquil across the way. The small fire-type was already burning, back on fire and flaming up, but Totodile wasn’t intimidated, he could tell. The little water lizard grinned, taking a battle stance with one little ‘fist’ clenched, bobbing up and down.

[i]Feisty little thing…[/i]

At least it wasn’t flirting with him. That was something. If it got out that this little guy was doing something like that…

Yeah. No. He already had enough baggage that his handlers were dealing with. He didn’t need a reputation for being a Poke’phile, too.

“Let’s put out that fire, hmm?”

Totodile lunged forward, mouth open in an aggressive-looking bite. The Cyndaquil shrieked, darting backwards, dodging, and it didn’t take long before the two small Pokémon were running in a circle around his opponent. The red-haired thief stared, flabbergasted, shouting at his Pokémon to turn around and fight, but there was nothing to be done.

Jared chuckled to himself, rubbing his forehead.

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

“I have that Pokémon’s pokeball. It’s supposed to obey me!”

“Yeah, that’s what they all tell you. But you know what?”

He tossed Totodile’s pokeball up and down as the little Pokémon continued to chase each other, his little croco-saur right on the Cyndaquil’s tail. Whatever had happened, the fire-type was completely terrified of fighting, and seemed to be doing everything that it could to keep out of the way. It even broke out of the circle and ran for the grass, and his Totodile ran after it in hot pursuit.

“Hey, get back here!” the thief shouted.

“I didn’t say I was done.”

“Shut up. If we’re not battling –”

“You didn’t call it a battle. You called it a fight. And that’s something completely different.”

Jared caught the pokeball, rearing back and throwing it as hard as he could. It hit the punk in the back of his head, sending him tumbling forward on the ground. He walked up behind him, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and dragging the dick to his feet.

“You think you got control just because of that pokeball. Let me tell you, that’s not how it works. It’s not some mind-controlling ball. It doesn’t suddenly make them your slave. And it’s people like you that believe that who piss me off…”

“Let…let go…this isn’t…isn’t how it’s supposed…”

“Yeah, well, you weren’t supposed to have a Pokémon in the first place, were you? You just stole it. Now…put it back in the ball…give it to me…and we’ll forget this whole thing – GAH!”

Jared stumbled backwards from the sudden headbutt, and it was his turn to cup his nose as it started bleeding. The world went white for a moment or two, and by the time that he was able to see again, the little thug was gone. No sign of his red hair, no sign of the black coat, and no sign of the Cyndaquil, either.

His Totodile rushed up to him, holding out its pokeball. Jared grunted, kneeling down to take it.

“Thanks. See where he went?”

“To-To!”

It pointed up the path towards Cherrygrove. No real chance to catch up with him now, particularly not with a broken nose. He shook his head and winced, regretting it almost immediately.

“Well…least we can find him later. And we know what he looks like. Good job.”

“To!”

They shared a little fist bump before he pulled the little croco-saur back into its ball, tucking it back against his waist. His nose still hurt like hell, but at least the bleeding was slowly stopping. Better, the egg hadn’t been taken away when he got stupid, so that was something.

He walked the rest of the way to New Bark Town, thankful that his dizziness faded the longer he walked. Eventually, he walked through the archway of trees that led to the town, and found the lab.

Broken glass littered the ground outside the side window where the thief had been kneeling, and it was clear that he’d smashed his way out, at the very least. Maybe in, too; if there was glass inside, he’d know for sure.

Wiping his nose one more time, he opened the door to the lab and was greeted by pure chaos.

[i]No cops…good and bad, I guess,[/i] he thought as he noticed nobody of authority. Elm was still there, as were his aides, but that was it. No cops, nobody that might actually have an idea of how to handle the situation, nobody to report the thief to. It was kind of embarrassing, to put it mildly.

Though, considering his past, probably best to keep the record low.

“Thief?” he asked as he walked in.

Elm immediately whipped around, as hyper-energetic as ever. The Pokémon Professor nodded.

“Yes! It’s horrible. Whoever it was broke in while we were trying to fix the computers, and just grabbed one of the poor Pokémon we had left. We had no chance to stop them and – oh goodness, what happened to you?”

“I ran into the thief.”

“With your face?”

“No, that was how he got away. I don’t suppose you have a towel or something?”

“Would paper do?”

“Sure.”

He sat down on one of the computer chairs, leaning his head back. The bleeding was diminishing, but not yet stopped. Elm came back with a roll of paper towels, and Jared ripped a few pieces off, rolling little tubes to stick up his nose. It didn’t feel good, but it was better than nothing.

“Did you, um, set it yet?”

“I don’t set my own nose. Tried it once; didn’t work.”

“Do you want me to –”

“Touch me, and I swear I’ll break your fingers.”

“Alright, alright. So, um…”

He sighed. He should have guessed Elm would immediately switch back to the other subject. Fighting the urge to shake his head, he reached into his jacket and pulled out the egg.

As soon as he’d pulled it out of his pocket, it was out of his hands and into Elm’s. He almost fell out of his chair, too, barely catching himself before the frantic professor could send him falling to the floor.

“That’s gratitude for you,” he muttered under his breath.

“Oh, my, Arceus. This is astounding. So, they really do lay eggs. This is an astounding discovery. Now, now, I have to record this, and see to it that it hatches. And Mr. Pokémon was definitive that this had to be a Pokémon egg?”

“Yeah.”

“And he’s sure that it will – oh my, did he happen to tell you where he found it, or what Pokémon were the parents?”

“He’d probably tell you if you called. I couldn’t stand listening to him.”

“Well, um…I guess that’s fair.”

“Sir.”

One of the techs had finally spoken up. Elm and Jared turned to look at the guy, and Jared couldn’t help but notice the way that he was looking down at the pokeball at his waist.

[i]Someone was teaching Pokémon to be a little more…amorous here…[/i]

He remembered Totodile’s attempt at ‘seduction’ in their little copse off to the side of the road, and he still had the same thoughts as he did then. Someone had been messing with the Pokémon in the lab. Not Elm, considering how awkward the man was, but someone had been doing something…

And this guy didn’t look as fascinated or surprised by the Pokémon egg as Elm did.

[i]Not everyone is ignorant about the breeding process, it seems,[/i] he thought, his fingers twitching a bit. Not quite going for his pokeball, but definitely keeping it within reach as the tech kept talking.

“Aren’t you going to take Totodile back?”

[i]And here we go…[/i]

“Why would I do that?” Elm asked. “We made a deal, and he needs protection if he’s going to do other work for us.”

“Well, yes, but, you didn’t ask us about it.”

“Why would I need to ask you? They’re my Pokémon.”

“O-of course sir, but, um…”

[i]…Seriously, are they all morons?[/i]

Maybe it was the thick glasses that were throwing Elm off, but Jared could guess just how often the tech was flicking his eyes from Elm to Totodile’s pokeball, and then back again. That, combined with the fact that he hadn’t been surprised about the egg – and the other techs had been, though not as much as Elm – already had possibilities popcorning in his head.

“You promise Totodile to someone else or something?” Jared asked, taking a shot in the dark.

“W-what? No, of c-course not, don’t be preposterous. I would never do anything illegal. I just – I mean, it is a Pokémon that belongs here, in…in…”

He glanced back at Elm, sure that would be enough, but nope. The Pokémon Professor still looked as clueless as ever. Jared slapped a hand across his face, sighing.

“How long have you been getting breeding kickbacks?” he asked.

Everyone in the lab suddenly went silent, all eyes except for the tech’s on him. The tech sputtered, blushed, but despite all his incomprehensible spluttering, still hadn’t said that it wasn’t accurate.

“Why…why would you accuse him of that, young man?” Elm asked.

“Totodile was acting strange on the road. Really, really strange…like a Pokémon that had gotten a chance to breed already, and wanted to try again.”

That wasn’t entirely accurate, to be fair, but it was close enough. Totodile had been showing off and pushing his tail up, as if begging for a breeding himself. That would have only happened if the little guy had already been exposed to breeders already.

And he was intentionally using that word, because it meant something before the eggs came into being. ‘Breeding’ was what happened when someone passed a Pokémon over to a Poke’phile, allowing them to use the creature sexually. It was the best way to avoid exposing what he already knew, even if it meant that the police would be on this tech immediately.

Elm and the others were already shifting their stare towards their colleague, the professor shaking his head.

“Is this true?”

“I…I didn’t…well, maybe once or twice, but –”

“Roan? Get the police. We’ll keep him here.”

One of the other techs nodded, and Jared smiled to himself. He leaned back in his chair, replacing the bloody paper in his nose. This was going to be a while.

#

It might have taken darn near forever, but eventually the cops arrived and took the rogue tech away. By then, Jared’s nose had stopped bleeding enough for him to be able to sit normally, but his problems weren’t over just yet.

The police wanted to see the Totodile in question, and as soon as Jared let the little guy out of the pokeball, he had to fight not to show any fear. After all, [i]he[/i] hadn’t done anything wrong. It wasn’t his fault that one of the techs happened to be a complete ass, going out of their way to fuck with a Pokémon for other folk. There was no reason that there’d be evidence of him doing something that he hadn’t done.

Thankfully, the little blue croco-saur was just as amorous towards the cops and Elm…nearly as amorous, at least. He flaunted himself, going on all fours and showing off his ass, thrusting it back to make his cock come out after a few seconds. There was none of the teasing that he had done on the road.

[i]Thank. Fuck.[/i]

Eventually, the cops were satisfied that it wasn’t something that Jared had done, that it had happened before he’d ever arrived. Elm’s vouching for him made that a bit easier, too, considering that the Pokémon Professor seemed to carry some clout with them. The cops let him off the hook.

He called Totodile back into the ball, but no sooner had he lowered his hand than the cop held out his. Jared blinked.

“…Uh, what?”

“We will take the Totodile to a Pokémon Center to deal with any residual trauma.”

“Come again?”

“It’s been traumatized. There is no other way that it would be acting like that. It needs treatment.”

“…”

He had no words. Admittedly, he knew that they weren’t [i]wrong.[/i] Pokémon that had been groomed to be breeders, as the rest of the world saw them, had often undergone some seriously damaging treatments to actually act like that. But this time…

Well, he had examined the little guy himself. There was definitely some inappropriate behavior there, but there were none of the stretch-marks that he’d seen in…other cases. There were none of the little familiar twitches that meant that the Pokémon was falling off of a high that they needed to get a fix of. Nothing like that.

Just…more eager than he should have been.

“He’s fine,” Jared said. “I can deal with whatever problems he has.”

“You need to surrender –”

“To a bunch of –”

“Let me settle this, then!”

The Pokémon Professor strode between them, holding his arms out against the cops and against Jared. Good thing, too, because he’d been about to throw Totodile out the window and make a run for it.

“What’s the meaning of this, Professor Elm?”

“Jared here is the one that pointed out the behavior in the first place. I never noticed it, and neither did the rest of us. He obviously has some training in how to work with Pokémon with special needs, who need specific care. Right, Jared?”

“…Yeah, that’s a good way to put it…”

“And besides. Totodile is still, officially, my Pokémon. He’s been on-loan to this young man. I say that he is allowed to keep him. Unless you want to challenge me on that?”

“…No, Professor.”

“Good. Now…now…” Elm blinked. “Wasn’t there something else?”

“You mentioned a thief, sir?” one of the police officers said.

“Right, right! Yes, there was a break-in just before Jared returned,” the professor said. “We didn’t get a good look, but Jared here did. Didn’t you?”

The last thing that he wanted to do was serve as a witness right then, but he knew that it was better to give as much information now as possible. If that punk kept running, he wanted to make it as hard as possible for him to get very far. Holding an illegal Pokémon and then running from city to city would make it very hard for the red-headed thug to enjoy the profits of his theft, that was for sure.

Sighing, he gave as much information as he had. Guy in his late teens, young adulthood at a push. Red hair, longer and a bit on the thick side. Black jacket, jeans, a few accessories on the coat that were probably meant to look tough but really just looked like shiny bits. He kept it up for nearly a minute before he realized that the cops were staring at him.

“…What?”

“Uh…I don’t know,” one of them said. “I guess we’re just used to getting names, at most.”

“…Names? You just…track someone down by names?”

“Well, most of the time the name is just ‘dickhead’ or ‘assface’ or something like that, so…Yeah. We don’t have a lot of luck with tracking down criminals out here.”

“…I don’t believe this…”

Shaking his head, he honestly wondered if he’d be able to just disappear out here. Was the whole region just this stupid? Elm and the police knew his name, yeah, but all he’d have to do was take on a different one, and it seemed like nobody would really be able to find him. They were just…

Completely incompetent.

Admittedly, the people over in Kanto weren’t that much better. Officer Jennys everywhere, looking out for the public, but that was all they seemed to do. Look after things. They never seemed to pull any arrests, and when he’d been found out, it had been an organization a bit higher up.

And that was what kept him working for them, at the moment, rather than running off and hiding. [i]They[/i] were still watching, and if he disappeared, they’d start tailing him. And knowing their resources, tailing would quickly become catching. He needed more time. More resources.

More Pokémon.

Speaking of which.

“Elm?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you, uh, have a few pokeballs that you could spare?”

“Pokeballs? Oh, right. You probably need some if you’re going on the journey of a Pokémon master, don’t you?”

“…Sure, let’s go with that.”

“I’m sure I have a few stashed nearby. One moment, and then you can be on your way. Right, officers?”

“Right.”

“Oh, but before you go. About that egg.”

#

[i]Ten minutes later:[/i]

SLAM!

Jared leaned against the lab door, panting softly as he felt the soft pounding of fists on the other side. His eyes were wide, slowly going back to normal as the professor’s crazy theories were no longer filling his ears.

[i]And I thought the guys I worked for were freaks,[/i] he thought, shaking his head. [i]Thinking that the egg might need to be stuffed into…ugh.[/i]

He honestly didn’t know if Elm was just completely socially inept but brilliant, or was just so off the wall stupid that he just didn’t know what the hell he was saying. Either way, it was a good idea to get away from him now, while he still could.

At least he got the pokeballs. That would make life a bit easier.

Glancing at the sky, he could see that it was going to be a bit of a night. Route 29 wasn’t that long, but there was no way that he was going to make it to Cherrygrove City before dark. And there was [i]no[/i] way that he was going to stay in New Bark Town with Elm hounding his ass for more ideas of what to do with the egg.

Looked like he was roughing it. That was fine. He’d done that a time or two with his old job, when the need came up.

He left the town behind, then left the road. The further from it he went, the darker it got, and by the time that he was through the long grass and near the trees at the edge of the road, he could barely see it any more. All he could see were the shadows of the trees and the red eyes of the Hoot-Hoots. It was surprisingly soothing after so long being on the move.

Leaning back, he reached down and popped the pokeball open. Totodile came out again, and the little croco-saur started his little happy dance once more. He bounced up and down, kicking his legs around and flailing his arms, and it was as cute as it was before.

Less cute was the fact that the little guy’s dick was sticking out, but Totodile wasn’t exactly flaunting it this time. It was just sorta there.

“Alright, alright. Settle down, little guy.”

“Diiiiile!”

“Come here.”

He patted his side, and the blue reptilian Pokémon immediately leaped against him, nuzzling in and getting comfortable. It hugged him, too, which was a bit more than he was expecting, but hell. It was hardly a bad thing.

“Heh. You could have gotten me into big trouble back there.”

“Toto?” The little guy looked up at him.

“Yeah. Shaking your tail isn’t what you should be doing for humans, you know.”

The little Pokémon looked up at him with its head cocked to the side. For the first time, he seemed to have a bit less of a smile. Not like he was angry, but more like he was wondering if he’d done something bad.

Jared sighed.

“Just…don’t do that in front of people, okay? You’re not supposed to – whoa, whoa. Whoa.”

He grabbed Totodile’s fingers before they could do more than unbutton his pants, but that was bad enough. He already had a bit of a bulge showing, one that was pushing against the zipper. The fact that the little guy had been showing off so much had had [i]an[/i] effect, just one that he’d been trying to ignore.

And just like that, the little guy wiggled around, hopping up on the trainer’s chest and sprawling there, shoving the end of his snout against the bulge that was just barely poking out of his pants. Jared groaned.

“Well, [i]this[/i] doesn’t look awkward,” he muttered, staring at the Totodiles ass. “You know, you could get me arrested for this.”

There was no verbal answer, only a slow, warm puff over his junk as his Pokémon settled ever more securely on his chest and stomach. The feeling of a throbbing dick against his stomach wasn’t something that he had expected to feel again soon, and he sighed, rolling his head back against the trees behind him.

[i]This is going to be a long night…[/i]

A big part of him thought that it’d be better to put Totodile back in his ball, just for the sake of easing this awkwardness, but on the other hand, it felt wrong to just lock them up. He’d seen that done too often, holding them in their techno-cages whenever they weren’t being used in battle or…other things.

Jared shook his head. No. He was out of that business. He had never been [i]that[/i] involved in that part of the business. And he wasn’t going to be pushing that on something else right now.

[i]If anything, this little guy feels like he’d push it on me.[/i]

Shaking his head, he tried one last time – and failed – to move Totodile from his place. Sighing, he folded his hands over his chest and closed his eyes. Maybe things would be a little more normal in the –

“Hey!”

He flicked the little guy on the butt when he felt a tongue trying to worm under his pants.

“No licking.”

“Mmmm-DILE!”

RIIIIP!

“…Did you just rip my underwear?”

“Mmmph!”

The Pokémon turned around, looking all too pleased with itself as it held a piece of his underwear in its mouth. Jared groaned.

“That’s it. Back in the ball.”

“Di-”

Byooooom. The red light summoned the little guy back to the ball, leaving Jared a perfect view of the hole in his briefs and the throbbing prick standing out of it. Grumbling, he pulled his pants back up and zipped up. Tomorrow was going to be a very, very uncomfortable walk.

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