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[b][u][center]Pokémon Polyamory

Chapter 13: Into the Forest

Sponsored by Nevid

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

Despite the fact that they could have stayed another night in the Pokémon Center, Jared didn’t want to hang around Azalea Town for long. Kurt had already called the cops, and it was going to be awkward if they started asking him questions that he didn’t have the answer to. Mostly about who he was, what he was doing here, how he knew about the Rockets and how he took them on all on his own. If they started digging, they might just find out why he was here in the first place, and his superiors would get pissy about that.

And probably justifiably, considering how bad the cops seemed to be. There was no room for incompetence at this level.

Towards evening, he made his way out of the Pokémon Center, only to find Kurt waiting for him at the front door. The old man had been leaning against the outside of the building for who knew how long, and he carried a case in one hand. He grunted, shaking his head almost like he was waking up as Jared left.

“Hey. Hey!”

“What?” Jared asked.

“I told you to come by after that gym battle, didn’t I?”

“…I kind of forgot,” he admitted.

“Yeah. Well, I didn’t. Here.”

The old man held out the mystery case, and Jared just stared at it for a moment or two before looking up again.

“What is this?”

“It’s an Apricorn conversion kit.”

“…And what’s an Apricorn?”

“…Right. We’re doing that. Alright, kid, listen. Apricorns grow on trees all around Johto. They’re almost like fruit, but with a hard shell like a nut on the outside, right?”

“I’m with you so far.”

“Thing is, I found out a way that you can hollow those things out and turn them into special pokéballs.”

“…You’re kidding.”

“Not in the slightest, boy. You do it right, you can make special pokéballs that are even better than those fancy Ultra-Balls that some of the stores sell. You just gotta make sure that you’re using the right sort on the right Pokémon.”

“You mean by types, or –”

“Yeah. Well, mostly. There’s some mystery ones I’ve done before, not sure what they’d do, but hey. Sometimes, you gotta just use ‘em until you find out.”

That was both interesting and horrifying at the same time, and it made him realize why Team Rocket would have been looking for the old man. The fact that he could put something together like that out of nuts and fruit would have made them millions over time. They could have lined their pockets with special pokéballs and then gone hunting special Pokémon, bringing them down when they could never do it before due to cost.

He was going to have to be very careful with that kit.

He took it and put it in his pack, being very gentle with it. The whole thing weighed less than he expected, but it was still just a bit heavy and awkward. Still, it was better than what it could have been.

As he tucked it into place, he spotted someone moving at the far end of town. They had ducked behind a building as soon as he started looking over Kurt’s shoulder, but he swore that he’d seen a flash of red.

[i]…Oh, not you again…[/i]

“What’s the matter?” Kurt asked, looking over his shoulder. “See one of those hooligans on the surface again?”

“No, someone else.”

“You want someone to walk with you?”

“Heh, what am I, a kid?”

“Everyone’s a kid to me, son.”

“Fair point. But I’ll be fine. Just need to check something before I head out.”

“You’re going through Ilex at night?”

“If you mean the forest, yes.”

“Hmmph. Not the easiest thing to do. You got a Pokémon that can use Flash?”

“Yeah, Lurch has that handled.”

“Alright, just…be careful, okay? You did a good thing here. Don’t want to see someone decent disappear in an accident.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Giving the old man an awkward pat on the shoulder, he walked around him. The town was set up around one main street that ran from one end of the town to the other, with the east end connecting back to the Well and the mountain beside it, while the other end connected to the forest. Ilex Forest, for that matter, he supposed. He shook his head as he walked down the road, pretending to keep his head forward, his eyes focused on the distance, when he was really flicking his eyes to the side.

Just as he expected, it was the red-haired asshole leaning against the side of Bugsy’s gym, trying to hide from him. Jared took one more step towards the gate, the jerk relaxed –

And then he whipped around, running right at the fucker.

“You think I’d miss that hair of yours?!”

“FUCK!”

The kid tried to run, but it was too late. Jared body-slammed him into the side of the gym, grabbing the guy’s wrists so that he couldn’t just grab for his Pokémon. He held them pinned to the wall, looking down at him, face to face with the thief.

“Now, you’re going to tell me what the hell you’re doing here.”

“I’m getting badges, what the hell do you think I’m doing?”

“I think you’re looking for more stuff to steal.”

“…”

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Well, you –”

“Shut up. Give me that Cyndaquil back, and – what the hell?” he asked, nodding at the thief’s belt, only to freeze.

There were three balls there, now, rather than one. Either this dick had managed to steal two more Pokémon, or he’d learned how to work with his own well enough to go catching the wild ones. He wanted to believe that it was the former, but considering that Cyndaquil had actually saved the thief the last time that they had run into each other, he supposed it could be the latter.

He shifted his grip, pulling the redhead’s arms further over his head.

“Alright. You want to be honest with me right now, trust me. Have you hurt that little Cyndaquil any more since the last time I beat your ass?”

“I – Nnngh!”

“Don’t screw with me. Be honest.”

“Twice. Just twice!”

He was on the verge of finding a way to dislocate the thief’s wrists at this point, considering how he was pulling and squeezing. It was a good way to keep someone from managing any leverage, he’d found. As he kept them pinned, Jared looked down at the pokéballs again.

It would take all of a second to call someone over here and get this guy arrested. They could get this over with right here and now, and he could find a way to send the Cyndaquil back to Professor Elm. But if he did that, and the Rockets weren’t completely rooted out back there…

[i]Cyndaquil defended him,[/i] he thought, thinking back to Violet City. [i]Defended him even when I was trying to save it.[/i]

Pokémon were strange. Sometimes, they were better judges of people than people were, and sometimes, they were willing to suffer an insane amount of abuse for the sake of a bond that wasn’t worth it. Cyndaquil had already broken with those that had been abusing it, and that meant that there was at least something in the little Fire-type that wanted to be treated well, something that knew what it deserved. At the same time, it was willing to be kicked around just to avoid going back there.

And when it came right down to it, he believed this guy when he said that he had ‘only’ hurt Cyndaquil two more times since the last time that they had met. That was less than he thought, considering how much of an asshole the thief had been.

“What’s your name?” Jared asked.

“Nnngh…Silas…”

“Well, Silas. Today’s your lucky day.”

“Mmmph. How the hell do you figure?”

“I’m not going to beat you up again.”

“…Why?”

“Maybe because I’m in a hurry. Or maybe because you’re afraid of me.” Jared shook his head, letting go of Silas’s wrists. “But if you’re afraid of me, listen to that. Because if I ever, ever, [i]ever[/i] find out that you’re making life worse for that little fireback, I’m going to hunt you down and make you understand why you should be afraid of me. You get that? You understand me?”

“You can’t just –”

“Do you know that a real criminal is like?”

“…”

“You stole a Pokémon. I don’t even know why you did, you know, but you stole one. You probably think that you’re some big-time thug, some tough guy that deserves some respect.”

“…I…you don’t know me.”

“I know what you’re like.”

“Yeah? So? You gonna give me a life lesson or something?”

“No. I’m giving you a warning.”

He could have slugged Silas right then, or called out one of his Pokémon to do something for him. Hell, he was pretty sure that he could have gotten any of his Pokémon to teach the thief a lesson with how things had gone, even easy-going Snugs. But that would have been something beyond what he was willing to do.

But he could say this.

“You broke the rules, stealing a Pokémon. I broke a lot more rules than that. And I’m willing to break a whole lot more to make sure that these little guys have a good life. So, if you start getting pissed off with your Pokémon, or start thinking about hurting them, I want you to remember me. I want you to remember the times that I beat the crap out of you. I want you to remember how many times I’ve found you and taught you a lesson. And I want you to remember that I can do that again.”

“…H-how? Why?”

“Why? Because someone’s gotta care about these little guys. How?” He smirked despite himself. “Just remember I have my ways. I know people, and those people have eyes everywhere. So you treat them right, and remember what’ll happen if you treat them wrong. This is the one chance I’m giving you.”

“…”

“Got it?”

Silas nodded.

“Good.”

He let the red-head run off after that, and he only hoped that he was making the right decision. He didn’t trust his judgment on the matter, but he was trusting the Cyndaquil, and hoping that it was making the right decision for itself. If it wasn’t, then this whole thing was going to blow up in their faces, but if it was…

[i]What else was I going to do? Beat him down and take them back?[/i]

Much as he had been a criminal, and much as he was putting on a thug face, he knew that he couldn’t go back to that life. Not without going all the way back. And he didn’t want to do that, not when he finally had a chance to have a better, different, decent life.

Jared shook his head, turned his back on the gym, and walked back to the road. The small outbuilding that blocked the town off from the forest path was quickly passed through and left behind, and soon, he had the Ilex Forest to think about.

It was different to what he expected. Unlike the thinner woods near the north side of town and the forest that hid Kurt’s hiding place, the trees here were thicker. Not quite thick enough to make the path disappear, but thick enough that it was hard to find his way through it without keeping his hands to the tree trunks. The canopy was thick enough that it hid the sun going down, and the air was filled with a thick mist that was all but impossible to see through.

He was starting to see why Kurt had asked about him having a Pokémon with Flash.

He didn’t need it yet, though, so Lurch stayed in the ball and he walked down the path alone. It was nice to have some space for himself for a change. With all the people stuff in Azalea, then all the time with Croccy and the others while they were in the Pokémon Center, he hadn’t had the chance to actually be alone and think things through for a while. The misty air had its own calming effects, and while he still kept a wary eye out for any stray Beedrills or anything dangerous, he let himself sink into a mental mist of his own.

[i]Can I keep this up?[/i] he wondered. [i]If my superiors find out that I’m being ‘intimate’ with my Pokémon…[/i]

There was a lot that the higher-ups had forgiven with his testimony, but he was damn-near certain that it had been because he hadn’t committed that particular taboo. If they ever found out that he was guilty of that now, that he had willingly gone out and fucked a Pokémon – well, three, now – they might rescind the deal that they were working under. And if that happened, goodbye freedom.

At the same time, he had to admit to himself that he didn’t really want to stop what he had started. Or, he supposed, what Croccy had started.

[i]No, you could have said no to that,[/i] he thought. [i]At any point, you could have said no. You kept going because you liked it.[/i]

He didn’t want to admit that, but it was the truth. There had been pleasure in fucking his Totodile, and everything that he did after that was that much easier, that much simpler once he had taken that first step. Letting Snugs suck him off, going with the vines and blowjob from Lurch, and he had already promised Shimmer that they would finally go through with the ‘fun’ that the Pidgey had been stretching for since Lurch’s little adventure.

It hadn’t stopped, much as he had told himself that it would be a one-time thing. Instead, it had continued, and he was doing more and more. And he was starting to fantasize about them more than he did about people.

He rounded a corner in the misty forest, turning north – or at least, what he assumed was north. There was no light, nothing but mist in the forest, and it could have been any direction, really. He shook his head, making his way through the undergrowth and foliage, keeping his head down.

The buzzing of some Bug-types in the trees told him to keep his distance, and he did. He made sure to stay on the far side of the path, and a few spider-looking things as well as a few Beedrill watched him as he passed by. The bigger needle-bugs were angrier looking, their wings humming and buzzing every time that he looked at them for too long, but they didn’t bother him as long as he didn’t bother them.

As he kept wandering along the path, keeping one hand in his pockets and the other on the trees, he wondered if this was something that he should just stop now. Even with how willing his Pokémon – his friends – were, they were still Pokémon, and he was still a person. And that was before they even got to the weird part.

The bond thing. When they were able to talk to each other. Croccy had been the first, and he’d thought that was due to the fact that Croccy had been experimented on and changed with the Psychic stuff that had connected them and allowed speech. Certainly it seemed to have done something to his brain, what with the message about the Rocket stuff under Azalea Town and the facility that he had wandered several times in his dreams already.

But how did that spread to the others? They were all wild, they’d never been touched by anyone experimenting on them. They wouldn’t be that friendly if they weren’t. Unless…

Unless what happened to Croccy had been something like a virus, or at least, infectious. It might have jumped to him, and from him, to the other Pokémon. If that was the case, what would happen if he kept doing this? What if they eventually were let free and they had eggs with other Pokémon, and both the breeding partners and the newborns knew how to talk to people?

If it was a dominant gene, that would mean that it would spread through the world of Pokémon, and this one little touch would be enough to change the way that people and Pokémon saw each other permanently.

[i]If my bosses find out about that, then they’ll quarantine all of us. They won’t risk that getting out.[/i]

Jared rubbed his head. He was starting to wind himself up to a point where he’d have a hard time coming down, and he needed to stop before it was too late. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to just relax, to breathe normally. Leaning against a tree, he slowly slid down against the side until he was sitting down properly.

The pokéballs at his waist tried to rattle and open, but he covered them with his hand. He was getting better at noticing when they were trying to come out without permission.

“Not yet,” he muttered.

They eventually calmed down, and he brought his hand back, rubbing his face. He needed to figure this out, and sooner than later. If this was infectious – and it seemed to be, considering it jumped from him to any partner that he took – then it meant that there was something in him, too. The Rockets would probably know what it was, have something to look for it, but he wasn’t sure that he wanted to try for that. Proton would have spread the news, which meant the Rockets would be looking for him to figure out how it had ended up going the way it did.

[i]Great. Just great. I come here trying to find out what Project Chimera is doing, and I find out that they’re doing even more than before. Just great.[/i]

As he sat there, trying not to stress himself out worse than he already had, he heard something rustling behind him. He froze where he sat, not wanting to agitate any of the Bug-types that were around, but the sound got louder. Jared stayed where he was, his muscles tensed and ready to push if something tried attacking him, but…nothing happened.

At least, nothing bad.

“Pieee?”

He looked down to find a Caterpie looking up at him, lifting its head off the ground. The soft stink that was one of their biggest defenses started rising in the air, but it wasn’t that bad. This was a younger Caterpie, the sort that just barely had a string-shot, he’d bet. He smiled.

“Hey, little guy.”

“Ca-cater?”

“No idea what you’re saying, little guy. But I’ll be out of your space, soon enough.”

The Caterpie looked right at him with that cute little face, then crawled onto his lap. It curled up in a little ball and closed its eyes, just sitting on him. He stared down at the little worm-insect, shaking his head.

“Well, if you want a bed for a bit, that’s fine too.”

He stroked the little guy, deciding he might as well take a load off for a bit. He leaned his head back, looking up in the mist and allowing himself to just relax.

#

A few minutes turned into a half-hour, by which time other Caterpies came around to see what was going on. He ended up being almost swallowed by them, surrounded on all sides by the suddenly-cuddly little guys. They ranged in size from being about one and a half times the length of his palm to being almost as long as his forearm, and not one of them seemed to be shy about pushing up against him at some point.

However, much as he appreciated the wild affection, he had to keep moving. He eventually slid out from under the little bundle of them, only to find that there was a bunch of Caterpie silk pressed against his back. He gently brushed it off, then realized that it was all attached to itself, big enough to serve as –

[i]A blanket?[/i]

He blinked as he held it up, the little swarm of Caterpies all looking at him. He gestured at it.

“Did you make that for me?”

They all nodded, bobbing their little heads up and down.

“Well, thank you. Heh. I’ll take good care of it.”

The Caterpies slowly dissipated as he walked on, and he wondered why they had come down. Then again, the little guys seemed to be quite sensitive to scent. Maybe he’d been putting off a ‘scared’ smell, and they decided that he was being nice enough to try and comfort. Or maybe he was just guessing at things that the little guys did.

Whatever it was, he was thankful.

Eventually, he had to give up on making it any further in the forest that night. He was somewhere towards the middle, or so he hoped, and he sat down against another tree. There was nothing around to make a fire, and he doubted it would have been safe to try, anyway. Jared shook out the string-shot blanket carefully, laying it down beside him for the moment, and then tapped Shimmer’s ball.

The Pidgey popped out in the usual burst of white, shaking her feathers out as she hopped along the forest floor.

“Hey, Shimmer. How are you?”

“Piiiiidge.”

“You looking forward to this?”

She nodded her head, hopping as birds did to be beside his leg. She pecked at his zipper once, then looked at him.

“…I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he muttered.

“Pi-pi.”

“…I’m going to pretend that didn’t sound like what I think it sounded like.”

“Pi-pi. Pi-pi.”

“Okay, now you’re just being silly.”

The brown and cream-colored bird bounced up and down until he got his zipper down, only to hop onto his lap as soon as he fished his dick out. He still couldn’t believe this was happening, but before he could reach to his cock to start getting it a bit stiff for Shimmer, the bird was already gripping the base of his shaft with her talons.

“Nnngh!”

It was a tight grip, too. Very tight. And she was not letting go.

Instead, she started dragging her little body up and down along his shaft, grinding down on one spot, then pulling up towards the tip, then grinding down towards the base again. Each slow grind rubbed her soft feathers against his dick, and that made him all the harder, all the more eager.

He couldn’t even feel her hole down there, and he blushed as he realized that she was taking all the responsibility for this.

“Mmmph…you want it that bad?”

She paused, looking up at him, then tilted her head to the side as if embarrassed. It was kind of adorable.

Yet, she was right back at it a moment later, grinding her tiny body against his cock, working to bring it up to the right arousal. The way that she gripped the base of his cock with her talons made it quite clear that she wasn’t going to let go, and it worked as a bit of a cock ring, he realized, the sort of grip that made it easier for him to start getting hard. His rod rose, and he gritted his teeth as he felt the tension and urge to get off rising.

[i]I’m a pervert. I’m such a pervert.[/i]

Soon, feathers and claws managed to get him completely erect, and Shimmer dismounted the base of his shaft. She hopped back, and he guessed at what she wanted, gripping his cock and holding it up for her. She crooned softly at that, taking to the air again.

[i]I’m really going to do this. I’m going to fuck a Pidgey,[/i] he thought as the bird did her best to float over his cock. [i]I’m going to stick my dick in a bird, and I’m looking forward to it.[/i]

He really had changed, he realized. This used to make him feel all kinds of wrong seeing other people fuck Pokémon, but now, he was like them. Sure, it was different because he was doing it with their consent, and they were the ones that were offering, but was he still doing anything decent?

He didn’t know. He was so confused that it actually made him a bit sick.

But then the bird slid down, Shimmer’s sex against his cock, and all that stretching let her take the head.

“Ah!”

He gasped, covering his mouth as she gripped the upper half of his cock with her talons, taking great care to keep the claws from doing anything that would cause him discomfort. It was oddly pleasurable to have her flexible toes there, to feel that grip on his cock, and he did his best to keep as still as possible as she used her legs to start pulling herself up and down his cock, sinking the head of his shaft deeper into her tight little body.

She was different feeling than Lurch’s mouth by some way. While the Bellsprout’s head-hole had been quite pleasurable, it had still felt like a plant, with leaf patterns and more inside of the bulb. Here, it was just flesh. Just tight, hotter than average flesh, and very tight. Did he mention tight? Yes, tight.

So.

Tight.

She pulled herself up again, popping off of his cock with such a sound that he shivered from head to toe. Her feathers spread down there, wet with her juices and with a bit of his. Shimmer huffed softly, already looking tired, but didn’t stop as she gripped him again, pulling herself back down. Jared tried to brace himself for the feeling of sliding in, but there was no bracing for that. None at all.

POP.

And then his cock was in her again. It was even tighter than Totodile had been, and he had no idea how the hell she was taking even that much as she fucked herself up and down on the head of his cock, her talons tightening and loosening on the part of his cock just under the head. The pleasure was so different, too, particularly as he started to slide a bit further into her as she loosened up.

But it was that insane tightness of her little sex right over his cock head, the way that it was popping in and out like that, which was pushing his buttons.

“Nnngh…S-Shimmer, not gonna…last long like that…”

She didn’t seem to care. She rode him faster, pushing herself up and down until there was no longer a pop when the head left her. He could feel her insides starting to shift a bit, her inner walls getting forced wider than they were normally supposed to go. He wanted to reach out and stop her, but the minute he took his hands from the ground, she squawked and pecked at him, reminding him to stay still.

He didn’t think he could last much longer. The feeling of those inner walls, even as they started to widen a little bit, was getting too good to last against. He panted, rolling his head back against the tree, his hips twitching even as he did his best to hold them back. Shimmer ground against the head, rolling her sex against him, her little talons gripping him tighter than ever. The head of his cock bloated slightly, and she slowly rolled down, down, down –

POP!

And it was in her again, almost like a knot in a bitch, and the result was about the same.

“MMMPH!”

He arched his back as he came, and because of the way that Shimmer had been riding him, she wasn’t dislodged. No, she was just made to bounce a little as he came, filling her up, dripping inside of her. Squirt, squirt, squirt went his cock, and though she bloated a bit in the tummy, Shimmer didn’t let go, nor did she seem to be in discomfort.

She held position there until he sagged down, his cock still twitching idly between her talons. However, no sooner had he sagged than she started to glow.

[i]Oh, boy…[/i]

It was a brief evolution, and for that, he was thankful. Mostly because it felt like a bunch of electricity and other wild energy around his dick. He winced, gritting his teeth as he felt Shimmer growing and twisting and shifting around his cock, becoming something bigger, grander, fancier, he supposed. She swelled up, growing almost as tall as he was from waist to shoulder, rather than not even reaching his ribs.

Then, she reformed. She was still on his dick, too. His sensitive, slightly burned dick. She looked down, longer feathers coming off her head in her new Pidgeotto form, and then looked back at him.

“You know, I thought you were bigger than that.”

“…Ha…ha.”

“Don’t worry. You are still pretty enough for me.”

She leaned in and gave him a gentle nibble to the side of his ear. He blushed a bit, and she flapped her wings once to slide off. His seed dribbled out of her, and she flapped her wings a few times to cushion her landing as she shook one leg, then the other.

“Of course, you have left a mess. My feathers will need proper preening. What an angle for that…”

“I’d offer to help, but I think you just drained what I had left for the night.”

“And you would leave a lady in my state?”

“Not normally, but…”

Shimmer harrumphed, but he could hear the slight chuckle in the sound. Or at least, he imagined he could. He wasn’t sure if it was real, but it felt like it. Groping around for the string-shot blanket, he pulled it over his legs and put his pack down as a pillow.

“Do you want back in your ball?” he asked.

“No. I will keep watch tonight.”

“Think there’s anything dangerous out there?”

“Not at all. But I have…sharper eyes,” Shimmer said, turning her head this way and that. “I would like the chance to use them, and see what there is to see.”

“Suit yourself,” he said, yawning. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Very little, and it was worth it for what came afterward.”

“…Thanks for being honest,” he said, closing his eyes.

The dreams were already reaching for him, and he wondered what he’d end up seeing this time. As he drifted, he heard the wingbeats of Shimmer moving around, probably going up into a tree, and he let himself slide down to dreamland. No use fighting it tonight. He was ready for sleep, rest, and a great deal of sleeping in come morning.

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

Summary: Jared finds himself face to face with that red-haired thief again, but makes an interesting decision. Later, he and Shimmer have some fun while he has a personal crisis.

Tags: M/F, Pokémon, human, Pokémon/human, vaginal, size difference, Pidgey, cum, orgasm, evolution, series, rule 34, confrontation, moral dilemma, talons, masturbation,