FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

If there was one place in the world where you could go to get items of debatable notoriety without question or complaint, it was within the underground city of the Black Market. The various stalls littering the world beneath Helios City carried with them everything that one could ever think of owning, from rare evolution stones to materials found only in certain remote places up topside. It was a hot stop for poachers and thieves, all of them looking to make a quick bit of cash from their respective talents. However, these weren't the only people who found themselves there within the subsurface bazaar...sometimes, even decent folks who just drew the wrong lot in life slunk down to the Black Market; their destinies having led them into the arms of opposite side of the law as Fate played merry hell with their fortunes.

“So this is it?" a scruffy looking man wearing a dirty gray beanie and vomit stained coat asked while staring up at a much taller figure shrouded in shadow. It was clear from the look in his crimson eyes that he didn't trust the other person, but given the desperation burning within, he had no choice but to hope that he made the right call this time, “Are you sure?"

“Eeyup." the thick drawl of an answer was followed by a heavy puff of cigar smoke, the stench of burning leaves strong enough to make the other choke.

“Fine." Stuffing an unseen item into his pocket, the curly haired man turned on his heel, his worn sneakers hissing as they slide across the blood stained concrete.

Black eyes watched the street rat go without blinking, a knowing smile written deeply onto an impressively scarred face.

“Have fun, Frank." A nod from the bearded vagabond was the only sign that the shadowed stranger had even been heard.

Stepping onto the Lampent lit streets, Frank gazed across a number of stalls offering various wares ranging from newspaper wrapped food, to expensive trainer backpacks and accessories that were supposedly made in the Unova region. Most of the stuff was completely out of his price range considering that he had just spent his last dime, but fuck it, he could at least browse around to waste time.

Trying not to draw attention to himself as he stepped over to a chic little clothing stall, the curly haired man looked around at the designer brand shirts and pants intermingled with some very tacky looking knockoffs. The shop owner gave him a once over before before scowling. It might have something to do with his smell, or the fact that he had dirt caked onto the sides of his face, he wasn't really sure.

'Guy should just be glad I'm sober today.' he grumbled mentally.

A stray Autumn wind ran through the night forcing the street rat to stuff his hands in his coat pockets. Rolling his shoulders every now and again to keep his blood circulating, Frank tried to look interested at a relatively cheap pair of pants that were on sale. The ripped jeans that he had on at the moment wouldn't make it another week. However, knowing that he didn't have the money for them after his recent purchase, the vagabond shook his dirty brown curls before moving on.

When the vendor asked him if he was going to buy anything, Frank shrugged and then pulled himself away. Walking further towards the southern end of the dark city as he did so, the man wondered if he should have tried to swipe something, but thought better of it. It was still early so most of the stalls were still trying to set up for the night. The street rat huffed when his crimson eyes caught sight of a booth littered with both fashionable jewelry and medical reagents. Two massive Rhydon stood on opposite ends of the table glaring at him in warning while their chubby looking master worked to set up his merchandise.

'Wonder how many of those were made from pokemon remains?'

It was a little known fact that here in the Black Market that those trainers who lost challenges risked losing not only their partners; the vultures who worked the Black Market were known for paying top dollar for certain elusive pokemon. Dead or alive.

It was a sick practice that made his stomach roll and his right eye twitch, but Frank knew that he, like many others, was powerless to do anything to put a stop to it.

Law enforcement had tried to come in and break up the market for years now, yet every time they were pushed back. Some having even gone missing during unexpected raids as the soul of the underground fought tooth and nail for its right to exist.

It was said by the local drunkards that the corruption of the city was brought about because of the world's natural animosity towards the capricious Elite Four and blind-eyed pokemon government who conveniently ignored the troubles of society. That may have been why several of the more notorious figures kicked out of the pokemon league gravitated here, and why people like him, who had no other place to go, called the Black Market home.

'Not to mention all the young people,' Frank thought wistfully.

In the several months he had been sleeping out on these streets the man had seen more than a few teenagers boastfully strode through the market believing that they had what it took to survive, only to find them days later, tearful and bleeding, as they held both broken pokeballs and shattered dreams.

Sighing, Frank could only shake his head.

The rumbling of his stomach made him curl an arm around his midsection.

Turning to look at where a local noodle shop had just flicked on the lights outside its stall, the street rat hissed as he caught the the attention of a local noodle seller. The proprietor held out a bowl for him, the steamy delight of well seasoned culinary delight. Reaching into his pocket to pull out the empty insides, Frank was no surprised by the sour scowl was his only rewarded for that bit of honesty. The bowl hovering within the air quickly disappeared.

Frank snarled at the grubby, apron wearing man - the generosity of humanity showing itself for all it was worth at the moment.

And then he spied a nearby dumpster.

One peach pit later, the vagabond found himself sitting down in between the shadows of two boarded up apartment buildings. A sudden blast of cold sea air whipped across his dried skin, forcing a chatter from his teeth. The man cursed himself for being so stupid. Usually he never came to this side of town, his cardboard box nestled way over on the north side of town. However, what the street rat wanted, no, what he needed was here in the heart of the city.

He'd come too far and made too many sacrifices to lose sight of his goal at this point.

Pulling his arm out from his pocket, Frank checked the time - the cheap Aipom watch read that it was only seven-thirty,

'It's gonna be a couple more hours before I need to go to the place,'

Settling back into the darkness, a sleepy yawn found its way from the vagabond's chapped lips as he let his crimson eyes slip closed.

It was the sounds of desperate commotion hitting his ears that woke Frank from his uncomfortable nap. Instantly he sprung up. Every sense going haywire as he flipped his head around in confusion. Eyes slicing through the darkness, the vagabond wasn't prepared to hear the screaming voice of a teenager echo throughout the night.

Moving before he could stop himself, the street rat prayed to Arceus that he would be in time to stop whatever was happening.

Old instincts told him that he shouldn't get involved. A hard life's lesson was sometimes necessary cure to the next generation's inherent stupidity. But his conscious silenced those apathetic murmurs with cruel indignation. The last thing he wanted was to have lie awake tonight as another bloodstained nightmare ripped apart his dreams like an angry Haunter.

Skidding to a halt just in time to see a very large Rhydon pile drive into a muscular Houndoom, Frank snarled as he noted the bloody face of a blue eyed kid whimpering on the ground.

Looking over at the redhead's assailants, the street rat found himself hissing,

“Hey assholes, why are you messin' with this kid?" The four older ruffians, who stood together like a group of trained soldiers, turned as one to look at the beanie wearing man with looks ranging from disbelief to utter contempt.

“What's it to you?" An eye patching wearing behemoth asked, his nose flaring the same as the Rhydon that now turned to look at Frank.

Seeing the others moving to stand on side of their obvious leader, a curse left Frank's lips. With calm, practiced motions he slipped a hand into his coat, “Don't you guys have friends your own age to fuck over?"

A flash of red light shimmered over to the side, the injured Houndoom being recalled right as terrified feet beat a hasty retreat away from the vacant car lot.

“Mate, you just cost us a serious amount of money," three other pokemon flashed into existence on side of the Rhydon, their respective trainers having tossed out their pokeballs after watching their cornered prey scurry away like a fearful Rattata. “Hope you don't mind, but we're going to take our pay out on you for losing us that easy mark."

Glaring at the other, Frank pulled a red and white marble free from his pocket. “Go ahead," Clicking the button on the front of the orb, the curly haired man smiled somewhat ferally as he felt the sphere expand within his hand, “It's been a shit day for me so far."

Tossing the pokeball with a snap of his wrist, the assembled group watched as brilliant white light tore through the darkness. All eyes blinked as the radiance shifted, contorted, and then formed into the impressive visage of a well known blue and black masked jackal.

“Sorry to wake you from your nap Christopher, but I'm playing hero again," the Lucario said nothing. The slim canine's red eyes merely narrowed in concentration as it looked over the scene before it with unspoken distaste.

“Whoa! Look at that thing's fur," the bipedal jackal's golden furred chest shone like the rising sun under the light of the nearby Lampent. “There's no way that thing could be this guy's partner," the disparity between Frank's bedraggled appearance and that of the immaculate fighting-steel type was one that had fooled many untrained eyes, but as the blue and black canine slipped itself into a practiced fighting stance it was clear to all that the pokemon was more than ready to protect the human behind him.

To the death if need be.

“Who gives a damn if it is or isn't," the eye patching wearing giant grunted before pulling another pokeball from his belt. “we'll sell it to Manny down at the market all the same once we get through with this." the man's words brought with it the a menacing looking Scyther as he tossed out the second pokeball.

The bug pokemon sauntered up to the Rhydon who kicked at the ground, sword-claws at the ready.

The snarl that drew over Frank's lips made two of the men jump back, froth dripping from the street rat's mouth as white hot anger shot through him,

“I don't think so. Chris, Aura Sphere!" Immediately a cantaloupe sized ball of cerulean energy condensed inside of the masked jackal's paws.

The next few minutes found the underground descending into a carnival of madness as the Lucario attacked the thugs' pokemon with both physical and psychokinetic energy. Oddly enough, even though he was outnumbered, the jackal didn't seem to be at a disadvantage. Quite the contrary, the fighting-steel type danced around the other pokemon's numerous assaults with nothing short grace and poise, his body like flowing water as he lashed out with paw and foot against those trying to attack him.

The surrounding men quickly realized that the masked jackal and its partner were well versed in battling together. The scruffy vagabond's commands of attack came almost split second before the Aura pokemon initiated the action. Watching their own pokemon fall like leaves onto the ground, the ruffians felt a grudging sense respect for human/jackal pair.

Frank didn't bother to worry as he watched how the fallen pokemon were recalled and then replaced by others a second later.

His Lucario was more than able to handle himself against sheer numbers if that was the group's only plan of attack.

Once they were out of pokemon the roguish looking men bolted from the area, the lot of them having enough brains to know not to stick around and test Frank's morality after their boss's previous proclamation.

“Worthless," the eye patch wearing man spat, both his Rhydon and Scyther were laid flat onto the ground. Labored breathing signified that they were alive, though barely.

“You could say that again," Frank shot back.

“Guess I'm going to have to do this the ugly way." The street rat didn't have time to wonder over what those words meant because just as soon as he registered something odd about where the other man was putting his hand the world around him suddenly tinted red.

The Lucario's flipped his head back behind him just as he heard his owner drop onto the ground like a sack of potatoes. Crimson eyes flew wide, fear etched deeply into the normally indifferent orbs as the masked jackal noted blood pooling onto the ground underneath his owner.

“Don't move." Christopher hesitated, his left foot just barely off the ground as he turned to look at the human who had just shot his master. “They say Lucario are supposed to be really smart, so nod if you can understand me."

A glare was the man's only answer.

Another shot rang out within the darkness.

Christopher flinched when a small projectile embedded itself into the left shoulder.

“Now, nod if you understand me," the Lucario nodded, though very, very slowly. “Good. Now I'm going to throw this pokeball and you're going to get in it without question or else I'm going to fill both you and the asshole on the ground with a full clip of lead." the eye patch man watched Christopher nod again, the masked jackal realizing that he didn't have any great options at present so long as his trainer was currently bleeding out on the ground.

At least until a familiar power began to well up inside of his chest.

A blood curdling smile crested across the Lucario's face just as the thug leader reached behind him for a small purple and white pokeball, his finger easing off the trigger of his weapon.

The loss of concentration was all Christopher needed as he darted for the gun wielding idiot.

Seeing the enraged form of blue and black canine sprinting straight for him, the behemoth dropped the sphere he had just detached from his belt in favor of pulling back on the trigger of his weapon. However, before another bullet could rip free from the gun's muzzle, a primordial light filled the man's eyes, blinding him.

The gun totting human was not ready to feel over fifty-seven kilograms worth of weight land on top of his head, the force of which caused his spine to buckle before he could think to shove it off.

A loud roar tore through the darkness, followed shortly after by the heavy thump of a large mass slamming into the ground.

It was much later when Frank opened his eyes, crimson orbs blinking slowly. Opening his coat and lifting up his tired smelling shirt, the street rat noted that he didn't have any new bullet wound anywhere on his unwashed torso,

'Was that a dream?'

Whipping his head around to gain his bearings, the street rat found himself within the same two boarded up apartment buildings he had fallen asleep between earlier.

Lowering his shirt, he curled his arm around to see what time it was,

'Three hours have passed? Shit, I need to go.'

Pulling up from the trash covered alleyway he tried not to think about the strange nightmare he had just had. Instead, the curly haired man slipped out from the darkness back onto the streets, his back aching somewhat from having slept upright for so long.

The chilling howl of a Houndoom echoing atop one of the Black Market's rooftops caused Frank to shiver.

Moving through the shadows, Frank found himself gaining a respectful nods from the local riffraff trying to fight off the cold. Tipping his beanie covered head back to them in a show of respect, the street rat was glad that the people on this side of the city weren't territorial. The last thing he wanted was to have to battle anyone right now.

'Especially after that weird ass dream,' Shaking his head to relieve himself of the lingering ghost of memory, Frank promised himself that he was going to have to lay off the hooch for a while.

The world of the underground became a mental maze as he made his way through the various twists and turns along the backside of the Black Market. The alleyways seemed to gain a life all their own as they led the vagabonds to dead ends, gated fences, and fallen souls. A number of prayers tumbled down his lips for those who the streets had claimed. One lone, shriveled up old man stared back at him, the dried out eyes of someone who had seen too much life forcing Frank to slip them close as his conscious at away at his mind.

Though, in retaliation, he hoped that he would never share the same fate.

Once he found the place he was looking for, the vagabond breathed a sigh of relief. Shaking away lingering fears trying to claw at his soul, the street rat took a moment to note how well the darkened area was lit up by a single Lampent hanging up over his head. The sleeping pokemon's dimly flickering light made his eyes sting.

'How long has it been since I've seen electricity? Hell, how long has it been since I last bathed in hot water?' Memories of what life was like before his descent into this living hell teased at the man's mind, 'I'll be glad once this is all over with.'

Looking at the paint faded door, he couldn't believed that someone had bothered to place five new deadlock bolts onto one side of the wood barrier. The heavy metal made it clear that whoever lived on the other side didn't want company. At least the kind that didn't understand why they were there in the first place. Turning to the right, the street rat spied a mark sitting casually along the browns stones.

'One plus one equals all together,' the words slipped from his lips before he could contain them as he looked over the I + I with an equal sign on the top and bottom.

A circle along the side for the answer.

Only someone who knew this would be able to recognize the mathematical equation for what it was instead of being just another piece of tacky street art that dotted the Black Market's landscape.

'Glad my money wasn't wasted on that tip after all.' Weeks of begging strangers and doing dubious favors for both the young and old had finally bore fruit and now it was time to reap the rewards.

Raising his dry and cracked knuckles, Frank knocked on the door five times and then waited.

A sudden chill crept across his spine.

'Someone's watching me,'

Flipping his head around to see if he had been followed, the street rat frowned when he didn't see anyone nobody behind him.

And yet, the feeling that he was being observed hammered hard within the man's senses.

Reaching into his pocket and stroking over Christopher's pokeball, the street rat felt his teeth grind together as sweat began to pour down the sides of his dirt caked face.

Whoever was surveying him was strong.

Inhumanely strong, at that.

'Are they going to attack me or…' He wasn't sure but from the creepy sensation crawling down his spine, the vagabond couldn't help but feel as though there was a tight coil slinking around his neck, ready to cut his life short if he made a single wrong move.

Frank hoped that he wouldn't have to call his partner out, especially if this was indeed the right place. The rumor mill whispered that those who went in were changed by the time they left. What that meant exactly varied from person to person, the residents of the underground having gone wild as they spun tales that ranged from the obscure to the bizarre.

However, he didn't want his Lucario to suffer at his expense.

Pulling his hand out of his pocket and then raising them into the air, he waited.

When the feeling of the invisible tension around his neck abated, the vagabond breathed a relieved sigh.

'I should have expected that they would have someone watching the place,' he chuckled mirthlessly.

A sudden rattling drew his attention forward.

When Frank turned to face the door he couldn't help but shift from foot to foot as he felt anticipation flutter inside his guts. Lowering his hands, the man swallowed thickly before steeling his resolve. Being forced to be so close to his months' long hunt was like a trial in itself; the possibility that this had all been for nothing screamed louder than a banshee's shriek inside of his head.

Frank bit his lower lip until it bled to dispel that thought.

Several nerve wracking minutes later the deadbolts were unlocked one by one by one; the almost inaudible click of the metal turning against itself nearly a ghost's whisper across his ears. When the wood was pulled open a strong flash of yellow light temporarily blinded the man. Covering his eyes with the leafs of his coat, Frank tried to blink in order to adjust his vision. Not helping the situation was the sudden assault of urine, musk, sexual fluids, blood, and beer running across his nose. The potent odor was so strong that it caused the street rat to gag, crimson eyes watering as though he were being choked with chloroform.

And then a rather large and intimidating figure stepped out from the building.

'Holy mother of Lapras!'

Frank mouth dropped like a ton of bricks as he found himself staring up at a Machamp that was way beyond the registered standard in both height and weight, according to the pokemon data registry. The bluish gray skinned creature had to be well over six feet tall, maybe near seven. That the four armed pokemon was wearing actual clothing instead of its' species tight, form fitting black briefs only served to make the spectacle of the fighting type's appearance all the more surreal.

Looking up, Frank noted that the Machamp's apparel consisted of a tightly stretched muscle shirt drug painfully tight across its upper chest, the muscled creature's four arms shoved through strategically ripped sleeves. When the pokemon's upper arms flexed, the veins within the biceps rolled like burrowing worms.

Frank didn't want to admit it, but he found himself feeling highly emasculated right then.

Moving his gaze down so as not to fully admit just how minuscule his own arms were in comparison, the street rat let himself gape at thick tree trunk legs packed into what should have been baggy cargo pants. Yet, the cotton material was pulled so taut over the swollen thighs that they threatened to burst through the seams at any minute.

'Great. Two ways to die if I make him angry: get my head crushed in between its gargantuan hands like a grape, or have my chest kicked in by one of its massive feet,' Frank chuckled fearfully as he looked over the cutting board wide appendages that held up the titan of a pokemon.

Taking a deep breath to try and build back his courage, he found himself lifting his eyes from the creature's naked feet...only to drop his jaw even lower when his crimson eyes caught hold of the Machamp's groin.

While normally it was very hard thing to see a pokemon's genital, given their natural coverings, the fighting type had a fat trouser snake caged directly underneath a solid eight pack of sculptured bluish grey muscle.

'Shit that thing's big,' the thought came unbidden before he could stop it.

With every beat of the larger creature's heart the mountainous tube of maleness seemed to throb and shift, straining itself as though it were trying to find some release from the shorts for which it was trapped within. Crimson eyes nearly popped out of the street rat's head when Frank saw the outline of a pair of hefty orbs pushing forward against the lycra material wrapped around the pokemon's thighs.

'Fuck me, those things have got to be as big as coconut, if not bigger!'

Not that he cared about that sort of thing!

He was straight after all.

He even had a girlfriend...sort of.

The mental conflict the man suffered through totally escape the massive pokemon's notice as the Machamp stared down, bored. A rough growl drew Frank's attention skyward. Narrowed eyes gleamed at the street rat somewhat dangerously. Adding to the intimidation factor was the multitude of silver piercings which covered the Machamp's lips and nose, a clear sign that the other didn't mind a little pain spiced into its daily life. When the creature's upper arms crossed over his bulging chest the curly haired man found himself nearly pissing himself as a deep drumming voice rolled out across his ears,

"What's your business?" the Machamp growled more than spoke as his lower arms planted themselves against his hips.

Frank felt his mind nearly go blank as he realized that he was dealing with.

'He's a Fused,' The vagabond thought fearfully.

Only Fused had the ability to speak, though the how and why were very much a mystery to everyone who had met the elusive pokemon.

Everyone who lived, that is.

Stories about the violence these creatures could inflict were the stuff of growing urban legend.

Frank had no wish to become part of those dark rumors, so with shaky hesitation the street rat said,

"I'm here...." wetting his lips so as to buy himself the much needed time to clear his dry throat, Frank continued with, “I'm here for a fix...was told this is the place."

When the Machamp's features shifted into a curious scowl the man began to visibly shake.

"You got the thing?" the Machamp asked in a flat tone, his nose wrinkling in repulsion as he caught the scent of unwashed human.

Frank did nothing for a few moments, seeming to forget where he was entirely, primal fear etched firmly within his heart, as he stared at the growing sneer covering the fighting type's beak-like lips,

“Well?"

The snarled word had him hastily digging into his coat pockets.

In seconds a dirt covered hand pulled out a grubby looking handkerchief. Unwrapping the once proud silk cloth, he revealed an equally grubby looking wad of cash strapped together with a white and black money clip. The sight of the money broke the fear taking root inside of the vagabond's mind.

'Where did this money come from?' Frank was sure that he didn't have anything left after spending his last poke on the clip.

The Machamp lifted the hand on his right hip up and then and flicked a brawny finger across the money clip. A few very tense moments passed before the hulking beast nodded,

"Get in." turning his massive form horizontal so as to show the human that he was indeed invited into the interior, the fighting type's previous look of annoyance now melted into something akin of warm curiosity.

Frank whimpered in joy as he hastily shoved the money back into his pocket.

Weeks of worry and frustration quickly bled away like water down a ravine as the curly haired man carefully scurried into the doorway, his body desperate to avoid contact with the hulking giant who was staring at him like a hungry Arcanine.

The first thing Frank noted once he stepped into the linoleum tiled building was that the stench he had previously caught wind of outside was now ten times stronger; the air saturated with the fermented odor despite the fans up above waving about lazily. The next thing that caught his attention was the fact that the interior was painted a strange combination of black and white, the green carpeted hallway leading further back the only thing differentiating the twin walls which glared at one another. From what he could see, there seemed to only be a single doorway on the right, but there was something odd about it,

'Why is there a boarded up door inside of an already closed off apartment building?'

Being a fan of mysteries, this caught the vagabond's interest.

When the Machamp slammed the door close he jumped like a startled Persian.

Flipping his head around, the street rat watched the bigger creature proceed to lock the deadbolts. The smooth motions of his fingers belying a Machamp's normally clumsy attempts when dealing with anything that required dexterity.

'Another benefit of being a Fused?' he wondered.

The whispers floating around town said that the creatures somehow had the ability to neutralize their own innate weaknesses, yet the how this could be was something of a hot debate.

"Get going, human." the beast snarled as he turned to give Frank a shove against his back.

The vagabond grunted as his beanie fell down over his face.

Fixing his headgear, the man skittered down the hallway, his legs still somewhat shaky from having gone through a roller coaster ride of terror, dread, and fascination. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he noted that even though the doorway was indeed boarded up, every instinct in him screamed that something important lay behind it. A hand reached out to press against the boards tacked precariously within the wall before Frank could stop himself.

All motion froze when an earth shaking growl resonated from behind him.

Looking through the corner of his eye, the street rat caught the incensed look that crossed the Machamp's face a second before the fighting type took a step heavy forward.

Fleeing down the hallway before he got himself kicked out, the vagabond realized that he could hear rhythmic techno music pumping throughout the walls; the throbbing bass pounding like a heartbeat throughout the shaking walls.

Moving further deeper into the building, the street rat sneezed when the pungent scent of musk rose high into his nose, the taste of which clung to the back of his throat like a creamy peanut butter. 'Trying not to get aroused in here is going to be fun,' he grumbled mirthlessly. When the sounds of breathless moans entered into his ears, Frank blushed, his crotch twitching within his jeans.

As expected of a place such as this, the vagabond found himself spying several bodies, both pokemon and not, writhing together on an open dance floor as a vibrant rainbow sliced through smoke clouded room.

'I wonder how many of these guys are underage?'

Numerous forms danced together with abandon, everyone swaying to the techno music bouncing along the air as they released themselves from the inhibitions brought about by the outside world. That a number of humans were sharing tongue with pokemon of different size and types was not missed by Frank.

Yet he wasn't there to judge.

He had seen people and their partner do much more disturbing things, after all.

A smile graced the man's lips as he noted a purple haired teen dancing over to the far side with a Charizard, the boy's slim frame bobbing up and down as he let his hands weave around the sides of the flying lizard's massive orange frame. The fire-flying type seemed to greatly enjoy the contact, especially so as he nibbled along the length of the young human's check, fearsome fangs leaving only tender touches as large clawed hands wrapped around the trainer protectively.

Frank could only chuckled at the sight.

Moving on, the street rat realized that as he delved deeper into the darkness the sights that assaulted him grew more and more...exotic. The various aged humans working in time with their pokemon to turn what should have been innocent fun into sexual delight. That he found himself in the midst of naked bodies rolling around together, various colored hips finding rhythms all their own that the music couldn't compete with in order made Frank growl slightly.

'And I can't get laid?' where this thought came from was something he didn't want to dwell on. The unbidden temptation to pleasure himself with those persons who winked and waved him over was quickly brushed aside.

He had someone waiting for him, after all.

Continuing on, Frank found himself entering into a small room with a staircase leading upwards, however said stairs were blocked by another Fused sitting lackadaisically ahead of him. The hunky looking Arcanine was wearing black leather chaps with a matching black vest sat, his modesty covered only by a fat black leather pouch. The striped tiger-dog seemed completely at ease with himself as dark brown eyes looked lustfully up at Frank before casting their sights back down to the world along the bottom step. Wondering what was so interesting, the street rat tipped his crimson eyes down and then gaped at what he saw,

'No way!'

Frank couldn't believe what he was seeing as watched a redhead getting serviced in all ways carnal by a very proud, very mean looking Houndoom.

'He looks just like…'

Frank couldn't tell the kid's age but the youth looked middle school young, what with his slim, twinkish figure and prepubescent face. The redhead seemed not to be at all ashamed of the fact that he was being watched as he leaned back against the cracked wall behind him, one naked leg resting up on the step while the other splayed out on the ground. Between the black tailor made pants slumped in a heap around the youngster's thighs and the half ripped shirt clinging to his shoulders, it was obvious that he and the Houndoom laid on the floor before him had been at this a while.

It was then that Frank noted that the horned hound had one of it's pointed ears leveled on him,

'He'd probably attack me if I made so much as a wrong step against his master, despite what he's doing,' it was that thought that kept him in place as he continued to watch the pair the same as the perverted voyeur of an Arcanine Fused now stroking over his leather covered crotch.

With its bright red tongue furiously lapping at the human's modest cock the Houndoom seemed to be exceptionally skilled at what it was doing. The way it worked to bring his master the most pleasure spoke of a deep affection the canine felt for the teen. To show his gratitude, the kid's left hand rubbed along the back of the black dog's skull, showing his wordless appreciation even as he bucked upwards into his partner's snout. Sweat soaked face glimmering in the light coming from the Litwicks surrounding the building, the boy howled slightly when his partner delved his pointed tongue along the ring nestled in between his rear.

'That Houndoom's not a Fused,' the street rat noted that the canine's gait was still bipedal, unlike the Arcanine that ogled at the pair with hazy green eyes.

"Oh god...please...don't stop!" the boy moaned suddenly as he shifted his legs a bit, his hard cock bobbing gently against his pokemon's tongue when the black dog swallowed him down.

Crimson eyes narrowed when Frank saw that the teen had something clutched within in his hand. Held so tightly in between pale fingers, the street rat couldn't tell exactly what it was. And yet, whatever the item in question was it gave off a soft green glow that shone across the youngster's near naked frame brighter than firefly light.

'That's gotta be…'

It was a single step forward that drew the vagabond crossed the invisible line.

With the speed of a whip's kiss the Houndoom's head drew up, ruby eyes locking onto the man with a look of utter hatred as black smoke curled from the devil hound's muzzle. Swallowing heavily as black lips pulled back to reveal two rows of impressively sharp fangs, the street rat slowly lifted his hands in a sign of surrender.

His feet carefully pulled him back from youth.

A rough chuff-like bark came from above drawing the curly haired man's attention.

“Get your own." the Arcanine Fused chuckled obviously amused, his dense muscles shifting languidly as he watched the human continue to tentatively move away from the Houndoom and his pet.

“W-where?" nervousness ate up Frank's words, though thankfully he didn't piss himself.

"In there," the orange and black canine said as he pointed to the man's right.

Turning slowly so as not to get jumped by the still glaring dark-fire type, the street rat blinked in confusion as he was directed to a...kitchen. Nodding over his shoulder, the vagabond swallowed thickly before quickly darting into the white tiled area.

It was only when the vagabond stepped into the doorway separating the two rooms that familiar moans and slurps once again bounced off the walls.

'Good dog,'

Frank had always been a lover of canines, so he had no problem with the feral rage the Houndoom had just showed him.

Taking a deep breath once he no longer felt the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, the street rat allowed his gaze to stroll over the surprisingly clean cooking area. The size seemed to beguile the already humongous apartment building he was in, what with the thirty-four inch refrigerator standing off to the side next to an equally large freezer. Oddly enough, there were no appliances on the bench-tops. Instead there were cardboard boxes stacked neatly from floor to ceiling amongst several dozen boxes of doughnuts, beer, and soft-drink containers.

'Guess the party goes on throughout the day,' he surmised.

Another Fused walked from around the freeze, this one a female Blaziken with a body that looked good enough for Frank to actually need to do a double take just to take all in. The fighting-fire type wore a pair of thigh high latex boots, the rest of her muscled legs covered in fishnet stockings while a very small black mini skirt graced itself around her slim hips. To add a cherry on top of this visual delight, the avian pokemon had a rather diminutive black leather jacket hung around her curvy torso, her enormous bust accentuating quite wonderfully in Frank's humble opinion.

Frank tried not to drool over the fire feathered vision of loveliness before him, but as the ache of unspent lust ran through his bloodstream, the curly haired man found his grime covered jeans growing painfully tight.

'I know she's a Fused, but I can't deny that's she's got an ass to kill for,' greedy crimson eyes blinked rapidly as the man watched how the fire-fighting type's plump rump jiggled before him almost invitingly.

Seeing that his lustful stares were being ignored, Frank shook his head to get a grip on reality. Turning to look at the cardboard boxes, he cocked an eye when noted that all of them had a logo on the side of them which matched the same math symbol from the front door, except under it stood two letters,

T. F.

Frank made a noise in his throat which drew the Blaziken's attention.

Eyes narrowed as she took stock of how he seemed to be looking around like an inquisitive puppy, the Fused coughed to gain Frank's attention. The curly haired man smiled like a kid who had been caught doing something naughty. Just as the vagabond was about to open his mouth to say something in his defense, the Blaziken jerked a thumb towards the doorway opposite the one the street rat had entered. The annoyed look on her break spoke volumes about how much she liked for him to get lost.

Nodding, Frank passed on without a word.

'Were those evolution stones inside of those cartons?' he thought with near definite certainty. “But they didn't look right,' normal evolution stones were rough in texture, their shape and weight having been carved from the very core of the earth.

However, shining with the light of a dull flame inside of those containers had been what looked like perfectly spherical egg shaped crystals. The bright aqua green color that they shone with reminiscent of the glow that covered the redhead in the other room.

Mulling over the oddity, Frank stepped into a plush living room without thinking. Lifting his head to have a look around once he noted the change in temperature, the street rat noticed that unlike the rest of the building this place was totally unkempt. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the Litwick lit area but once he did, Frank found his crimson eyes growing widening in disbelief.

Sitting atop an old looking couch that could have only been fashionable in the late thirties was a male Umbreon Fused, the pipe of a hookah nestled gently between the silver ringed creature's lips as green smoke trailed from the dark type's cavernous maw. However, unlike the other Fused, the muscular dark type seemed like the master of the house. The vibrant glow dancing within the fox's violet orbs seemed to almost compel the human to get on his knees and worship the other. It didn't help that the Umbreon was naked and spread out for all to see, his gleaming form radiating with an unearthly darkness as he gazed hotly up at street rat.

Shadows seemed to dance along the dark type's form as he continued to watch the other while puffing on the end of his wand.

For some reason Frank couldn't look away from the other, not even as his inner senses told him that there was something...VERY wrong with this creature.

When a trail of darkness brushed across his face, the street rat realized something,

'He's playing on my fear of the dark.'

It was an odd thing to become aware of, what with the fact that he hadn't been scared of the night for years. Not after having caught Chris as a kid. However, the 'dark' didn't have to include the shadows of night, but everything unknown and hidden.

Frank then snubbed the other.

The Umbreon's nearly choked on the smoke in his lungs as he watched the other roll his eyes and then turn away from him.

A smile teased at the corners of the dark type's face after that. Licking his lips, the black fox moved to spread his muscular legs invitingly, his glowing purple orbs stared at the vagabond hungrily as he suddenly found himself quite interested in the other.

Frank tried to to watch as black furred muscles shifted slightly underneath taut fur. It was hard, though. The Umbreon looked like sensuality given raw form, what with his compact body and thick, fluffy tail baring themselves for his approval. The vagabond grit his teeth, his dirty fingernail biting into the skin of his palms as he fought to resist giving into temptation he refused to submit to,

'Damn pervert,' he mentally hissed, noting that the other was completely unashamed of the discomfort he was helping to brew within the human.

When the black fox blew a kiss of smoke towards the human, the street rat's right eye twitched,

'He knows exactly what he's trying to do to me!' this became more and more clear as shining indigo eyes pierced deeper into Frank's core, seeing the truth hidden within and finding it more than a little amusing as the street rat shivered involuntarily.

The street rat shook his head in denial.

'I can't stay here too long, otherwise I'm going to do something...incredibly stupid.'

How long the two stared at each other was something Frank would probably never know, yet it didn't matter because soon a sudden motion caught the corner of his eye. Turning he found himself staring up, and up, and up at another Fused. This one a massive Nidoking. The purple and white armored creature currently wore a pair of tight fitting jeans that were ripped in various places, a questionable fashion choice, to say the least, while jet black shades covered its scaly face.

With his bare torso exposed, large muscles rolling with each breath he took, it was obvious that this creature was the Umbreon's enforcer,

'So does that mean that he's the boss of this place or just a figurehead?' Turning to look back at the black pokemon, Frank made a soft meep in the depths of his throat as he noted several inches of proud green fox cock now standing erect in between the Fused's athletic legs.

That the dark type slowly pumped himself to full hardness came as no surprise to anyone present.

'I've got to get out of this place as fast as I can, otherwise I'm never going to look at Christopher the same when I give him a bath,' just the thought of his partner's blue sheath filling out with the masked jackal's own pink hardness made Frank…

'NO! I'm NOT going there!!'

Shaking his head, he growled when the Umbreon's lithe hips began to roll forward in open invitation. The sight of the other male's bulbous knot swelling along the end of the Fused cock had the street rat wishing he could take a fork and poke out his eyes.

It was right when he was wondering how bad it would be to turn his head away again that the man heard what could only be described as an Ursaring grunting in pain.

Why he looked down was something Frank would never know.

On the floor in front of the couch was another guy - a big, beefy, and bearded trucker from the looks of him - moaning rather loudly as he knelt on all fours in front of the Umbreon. Faded plaid pants hung around thunderous thighs like loose thread, the older guy grunted and as his large, bubble butt was pounded especially hard by a drooling Mightyena. The striped canine was going deep as he tried to all but bury himself inside of his trainer's cavernous ass, the canine doing all he could to put his personal claim on his human.

At least Frank assumed the two belonged to each other. The black and white pokeball sitting quietly next to the pair could have belonged to anybody, but the street rat had a hunch that the nonstandard sphere belonged to the trucker.

The burly beast of a man moaned loudly as he was continuously spread open by the hyena pokemon's restless thrusts, the force of which made the bearded guy's fat rump cheeks jiggle like pudding. And yet, despite the obvious force of the canine's powerful shoves, the man pushed himself back against his canine partner with equal passion. The Mightyena was in control, though. The black stripped pokemon lowered its muzzle onto the other's shoulder, long fangs promising to bite down onto the tanned flesh not hidden by the man's ragged muscle shirt if the trucker tried to resist.

'Would Chris do the same to me? He's obviously a lot more powerful, so...' Frank's eye twitched involuntarily as he suddenly realized that maybe he really didn't want to know.

There were some questions that were too dangerous to be answer.

Especially in a place such as this.

Panting barks sounded within the room as the lust drunk Mightyena continued to drool sticky slime down onto the back of his human's nape. The dopey look on both human and pokemon's faces told Frank all he needed to know about the pair. Not he begrudged them any for showing such open affection. Spreading his legs to allow his partner to drill its hindquarters into him with abandon, the trucker let out several bellowing moans, the depth of which rattled the inside of Frank's rib cage.

'I wonder if he's naturally that noisy or if the Mightyena just keeps hitting the right spot?' because canine junk was tipped to a point they could easily spear someone along the hidden bundle of nerves within someone's body with just a little bit of practice.

And Frank only knew that because he had taken pokemon anatomy in high school!

It was idly curiosity that made the vagabond slip his gaze down in between the trainer and dark type's legs. The sight that he found was of two different sets of balls restlessly smacking back and forth as the stripped canine worked its hips in a circular pattern against his master's ass. A sudden yelp made him jump. Blinking, the street rat watched just in time to see more than half of the Mightyena's inflating knot slide out from the unnamed trucker's ass. It popped out a second later. Clear strings of musky film covered the length of hyena's flesh before the dark type's tool was roughly shoved back into the man's puffy red hole.

Crimson eyes grew wide when the black stripped canine lifted a leg onto the man's tanned colored backside. Frank barely caught the sight of a silent green glow beginning to emanate from the trucker's clenched hand, his attention focused just so fixedly onto the duo.

'So is it the stones that makes trainers and their partner's behave so passionately, or is it something else?' A whiny off to the side caught the curly haired man's attention before he could delve deeper into that inquiry.

Over in the corner by an old fashioned stereo looked to have been stolen from the 1950s was another Fused. This one a shiny Ponyta supporting a flowing blue mane. From where he was standing, Frank could see the horsemorph was out cold, a big dopey smile on its equine face as the fire type's flaming mane and tail lay smoldering gently across the carpeted floor. His, and the beast was definitely a he if the crowned length of mottled black and pink flesh pulsing gently in between the other's legs was anything to go by, rump was stuck up high in the air, the plastered tailhole having been covered liberally by what could only be frothy male seed.

That the bulk of the fluids dripped in a fine line down the panting male's thighs told Frank that the other had just recently gotten off.

'That someone managed to screw a flaming horse is actually amazing,' Frank thought in mild amusement.

A polite chuckle drew his attention back to couch.

The Umbreon, who had yet to separate his gaze from the curly haired man's disheveled form, took a long drag on his pipe and then slowly blew the smoke into the air, his narrowed face a mask of amusement.

"Here for a fix?" the creature asked in a honey smooth voice that was both pleasant and torturous on the ears.

Frank could only nod. His words were lost on him as he tried so very hard to keep his crimson eyes fixed on the indigo orbs shining in front of him and not...further south.

"Pat him," the Umbreon ordered almost sorrowfully as he returned the hookah wand to his lips.

Frank jumped when the large Nidoking walked up to him; the silent grace of the other completely beguiling the near half ton weight the purple and white beast supported.

Knowing better than to attempt to fight, the vagabond lifted his hands, spreading them out horizontally as he watched the armored beast place its hands over him. Feeling his dirty clothing being patted down by the muscular male pokemon, the street rat tried not to blush as he could actually feel the barely controlled strength throbbing within the Fused's large hands as the ground-poison type ran his fingers down his sides, over his legs, along his crotch, twice, and then across his buttocks. It was the most basic form of search that went down in places like these and the vagabond was very grateful that he wasn't concealing a weapon.

'He'd probably snap me in half before I even got the chance to think about causing trouble in here,' that was when the Nidoking pulled the strap containing six pokeballs out from his coat pocket.

The dull silence that filled the room was accentuated only by a rumbling snort of warning from up above,

“How naughty." The Umbreon teased, though the quiet rage in his voice spoke louder than any threat. “I thought you were told that you could only bring one of your friends here with you? What are you trying to pull?"

“I was told to act like I had common sense if I came here, and common sense says, 'never go anywhere without a backup to your backup.'" It was the truth of the streets and anyone dumb enough to contest this didn't last very long.

“Hmmm, I suppose I can let it slide this time, but you should be careful. Things like this make people like us very nervous." The purring way the dark type spoke made it hard to know what the other was thinking. “Does he have any more surprises for us?"

The Nidoking shook his head at his boss.

"He's clean," the Nidoking said as he returned the strap back to the human, patting the beanie wearing human's head with a little more force than was necessary as he did so.

The Umbreon chuckled as he blew a puff of jade smoke into the air, “I should hope so. It would be a shame to have to add him to the stains on the carpet."

It was the way in which the dark type said what he did that made Frank shiver more than what was actually said.

Slipping his pokeball strap back into his pocket, the curly haired man had a good feeling that if the Umbreon wanted to, he'd have no problems dissecting him with the pipe of his hookah.

"Silly question, but do you have the clip?" the Umbreon asked.

Frank hurriedly dug into his pocket and pulled out the item in question, handing it to the Nidoking when the purple and white beast opened his massive hand.

The Umbreon blew a puff of smoke at him after he took the black and white metal holder from the other Fused, separating it from the wad of colorful bills in one smooth gesture.

“You...don't want the money?" Frank was understandably shocked as he caught the held the wads of bills in his hand, the dark type having tossed them back to him with calm disdain.

“Money is an evil I prefer to deal with when I have no other choice," a hit of the hookah ended that little exchange of words.

The black fox flicked his fingers towards the kitchen.

The Nidoking slowly stepped out of the living room towards the kitchen.

The street rat found himself in awe as he watched how the bigger creature seemed to move with complete grace and poise, despite its massive size.

'I wonder what other tricks the Fused have?' Frank murmured quietly as he scratched along his stubble.

A loud orgasmic scream answered the man's question at the same time a brilliant explosion of aqua green light shot into the living room from the kitchen. It didn't last very long, maybe a scant few second in truth, yet the cry was so loud and primal that it sent an electric zing directly to Frank's crotch.

The Umbreon chuckled again, amused beyond words at how the human fought against his obvious arousal.

The Nidoking came back with one of the crystal stones a moment later.

"Does....does this work?" Frank asked after the Fused handed the egg-like sphere.

The Umbreon merely nodded.

It was surprisingly light, yet felt cold to the touch.

So very different from the normal evolution stones, Frank wasn't sure that what he was holding could actually live up to all the hype. Yet, in bringing the item up to eye level the street rat found himself humming in awe at the perfectly spherical egg shaped stone, the glowing aqua light transfixing his gaze far better than either gold or silver could.

"How...how does it work? I mean...I've heard some of....stories but..." Frank stammered.

The Umbreon grinned as the trucker howled out in pleasure as his Mightyena suddenly slammed its knot into his trainer, the canine's hips grinding lazily against the man's exceptionally hairy rump as the fat bulb held them tightly together.

The dark type loved watching first timers. They were always so amusing the way they stammered and twitched, their bodies completely unprepared for what was soon about to happen to them.

"It works just like any other evolution stone," the black fox whispered silkily. “all you have to do is point it at the pokemon you have the deepest connection with and it'll do the rest.

Frank nodded as he trained his crimson gaze over the glowing form of the two writhing bodies in between him and the Umbreon.

“Caution however," a single black finger was raised to gained the man's bespelled attention, “the stone will immediately affect both you and your partner, even if you hadn't planned on it. A downside to having such potency, but hey, why else would anyone ever take home of one of these little gems if they didn't want to become one with their partner?"

The street rat was sure that question was meant to be more of an accusation than an actual inquiry, but that could have just been his overactive imagination.

“That's the reason why we request that you only come with one of your partners." a chuckling growl made the street rat gulp. “The two of you will fuse together through some of the best sex you've ever had once your pokemon lays you down and takes you hard, deep, and fast." the dark type giggled, looking amused as Frank squirmed where he stood.

"Is...is it permanent? I heard it's for good...." A dark look crept onto the Umbreon's features at that, “I don't know if I should use it if it's for good..." the man stammered as he rolled the crystal around in his hand.

“And why not? Don't you want to be with your partner forever?" the Fused hissed.

Frank had thought a lot about that after he heard about the creed of the people who he was dealing with.

While ideally it sounded like a joyful thing, being bound with Christopher in a union that could never be broken either by age or distance, the cynical adult in him snapped that even if he lived in such a way who in modern society would accept such a creature?

Already those few people who had fused and found out by various unaccepting minds had been whisked away to some government facility far away from prying eyes.

'Probably being experimented on at that very moment',

The realization that such a thing could happen to Chris shook Frank down to his soul. Having heard the tales from a friend of a friend, the street rat listened in horrified awe at what humans could do to pokemon, or pokemon hybrids in this case.

He'd never forgive himself if anything happened to his Lucario.

And yet, the memories of being with his Riolu throughout his middle school years lived on inside of his heart like a well rooted oak.

Back before he had chosen his current path in life he had loved being with his masked blue puppy at any given moment in time. Snugging with his furry friend at night when his human friends didn't want to come over to party, wrestling with the blue jackal during the days when there was nothing on tv, watching the young pup evolve after six long years of having him as his second pokemon partner, and then spending another half decade with him while he tried to fight his way through the various jobs, those were some of the best days of his life.

The Umbreon smiled again as he noted the wistful expression of happiness covering the human's face like dew.

"It lasts a good while, but you can split whenever you want." That brought Frank out of his forgone memories, “of course, the crystal is good for only one use, so if you want another, you'll have to come back," the Umbreon said almost sagely as he took another drag on his wand. "But next time I will be taking cash, and you'll have to get another clip."

Before he could make a counter statement the human was interrupted by a luminescent green aurora exploding across the room. Frank turned towards the source of the prismatic radiance, shielding his eyes with the leafs of his coat when the light pierced his crimson orbs like a sword.

Blinking, the street rat found himself just in time to see an amazing sight overtake his vision.

The tired Mightyena slumped forward onto its trainer back, moaning just like the man underneath him as though he had suddenly been hit with a tranquilizer dart. Tongue lolling from its mouth, the striped pokemon's tail thumped against the floor like a beating drum as his fur flowed gently down along the length of his trainer's body.

Frank watched the new happening with a mixture of horror and fascination, his jaw standing slack as he saw the Mightyena just start to sink down on top of the bearded man. The smooth motion looked reminiscent of butter being slid across a piping hot potato, the hyena's bones becoming liquid while still within its furry body. Seconds passed in a strange hush as the hyena covered the much larger man's already unseen parts like pudding. However, when the canine's body began to glide under the trainer's shirt Frank found his stomach turning slightly.

From what he could see of the other's rear, it looked as though the striped canine's balls were merging onto the trucker's, forcing them to swell bigger in response as extra mass was added to the already ponderous swaying orbs.

When the dark type's legs pressed flush up against his human's, the sagging black and white fur sunk into tanned flesh like water being poured into the ocean. It took only a single blink from Frank before the street rat found himself no longer looking at gargantuan human thighs, but instead the downy soft furred legs of a Mightyena.

A groaning wail seeped out from both man and beast's lips as the human's dangling eight inch cock suddenly shifted from its normal pale peach color to a darker indigo as the mushroomed head stretched and then tapered towards a point. When the twitching length began to bloat and then lengthen like a weed shooting for the sky, Frank found his own cock throbbing in both respect and envy. Thick blue and purple veins sprouted without fear across the now eleven inch dog cock, the base plumping rapidly with every beat of both man and beast's quickening hearts.

Naked and calloused feet convulsed as they started to shift, becoming more quadrupedal as the bones were squished and shifted around, the skin fattening as new paw pads rose up to replaced frail, fleshy soles.

The liquid fur continued to flow unhindered as it ran down the trucker's arms, dripping like furry oil over brawny hands which clenched together almost desperately. It was no surprise to anyone that when the man's newly made paw flexed open, dangerous black claws now standing where weak fingernails had once been.

The strangest bit to happen next came when the Mightyena's mouth yawned wide against his trainer's neck. Like a python swallowing its victim, the hyena's muzzle proceeded to swallow his master's head whole. However, instead of crushing the trucker's skull like a strawberry, the dark type's head slipped around the burly man's noggin like a furry hoody. A few seconds later everyone in the room could hear how the bones and muscles of both creatures contorted and shifted together. That there was no howl of pain as the human's bearded face stretched into a more canine shape was something that Frank couldn't understand.

The other should have been in excruciating pain and yet...he wasn't.

The stone still clenched within the trucker's hand stopped glowing once the Mightyena had fully painted itself onto its trainer, tail wagging tiredly as the nerve clusters within the new appendage connected perfectly with the former human's spinal cord. Like a dying star, the now snooker ball colored rock fell from the hybridized creature's paw with a quiet thump, its purpose fully served.

The merged beast fell forward, paws no longer able to support the exhausted weight of the now heavier creature. With his bright red doggy tongue lolling free from his slim muzzle, the newly Fused Mightyena turned towards Frank, black lips split in an obvious sign of glee. When he saw pearl white fangs shining brightly within the light of the hanging Litwick, the first thing to hit the street rat's mind was,

'So it's not just cosmetic. Everything in the human changes when we become one with our partners.' he would have loved to be able to go over and poke at the other to test this theorem, but the vagabond thought better of it.

“I think this little demonstration proves just how well the fusion stones work," the Umbreon snickered as he watched the street rat jump several feet into the air, having totally forgot about the master Fused. "Now, would you like to join the party here, or…"

The Umbreon howled with laughter as he watched Frank turn on his heel and then haul ass towards the kitchen. Returning his wand back to his teeth the dark type inhaled the sweet mixture, letting the berry flavored smoke fill his lungs before thinking to himself,

'I think we'll be seeing him again,' the pokemon thought to himself as he watched a bipedal Espeon enter in after the human.

Running through the kitchen and into the hallway, the curly haired man barely spared the Arcanine, who was still sitting along the stairs where he had been left, a passing glance. It was only because of his near photographic memory that Frank realized that the striped tiger dog was now getting an impressive blow job by a familiar looking Houndoom no less. That the devil hound seemed not to mind having his throat forcibly sunk over what could only be described as a VERY fat Arcanine's cock. Crimson eyes blinked, the vagabond's memory was forever being etched with the sight of the blue eyed canine's throat being spread wide around the black flesh filling his maw. That there was a fresh batch of cum drying across the demon dog's face could only mean that the two had been at it for quite a while.

'A Fused. The kid became a Fused,' that was the only thing Frank could think of as his crumbling psyche began to shatter into pieces all around him.

The Arcanine grinned in a lewd way at Frank's back as the human passed by like a shooting star.

That a certain crystallized stone was clasped within the man's hand being held as if it was were priceless treasure didn't go unnoticed by the stripped dog.

At the front the same Machamp was waiting for him, a patronizing smirk on the fighting type's face. Skidding to a stop, Frank looked as though he had been electrified as he buzzed with...fear? Excitement? It was hard to say. But as the man waited for the larger Fused to open the deadlocks on the door, it was very clear that any more stimulation at this moment would send him through the roof.

When the wooden barrier was held open for him, Frank almost made it through to the outside world with what two bits of wit he left in him, but right before his worn sneakers could touch the concrete alleyway outside he felt one of the Machamp's spatula sized hands give him a very firm and obvious smack along his backside.

"Come back again, human. We'll have some fun, after you've changed into something more...furry, that is." the towering monster threatened with a grunting smirk before he shoved the curly haired man out the door.

That Frank had a slight nervous breakdown was not unexpected,

'Was any of that...real?' he asked himself, eyes frightened and wild as the man tried to regain control over his thoughts and emotions.

The cold tingle of the shining crystal within his hand brought with it the realization that not only what he had just seen was real, but that he was now standing on the line in between between two worlds.

The monumental choice of what he could do versus what he should do weighed on his mind with enough pressure to give him a headache.

'I know what I have to do, it's why I came this far, but…' turning to look back at the wooden barrier behind him, Frank let his thoughts float for a second.

The sights, scents, and sounds of what lay behind him burned a strange vision of a possible future within Frank's mind's eye.

'Could I just…' he began, turning his head down to stare at the shimmering aqua stone as though it could provide him the keys to the world.

The temptation was sweeter than the finest wine, yet more bitter than any poison.

The idea of having Chris on top of him, the Lucario rutting him hard and deep as it took its place as his alpha, made the street rat almost weak in the knees. Closing his eyes as he imagined what it would feel like knotted onto the other, the Aura pokemon's fur and flesh melting along his own as the two of them were molded into a singular being brought a sob to Frank's lips.

His subconscious mind overtook rational thought at that moment, and before long the street rat found himself running again.

He emerged from the markets through the underground metal pipes almost an hour later later, the vacant streets of Helios City welcoming him with open arms as electric streetlights shone down upon his zooming form.

Passing by the closed shops and darkened houses, Frank found himself smiling without realizing it as the shining sign of the Pokemon Center gleamed over at him.

Glancing through the front doors at the registered nurse on duty flipping through an old Pokemon monthly magazine, a smile tugged along the corners of the man's chapped lips.

'Something normal, haha, finally.' Tears threatened to fall down the side of the vagabond's eyes.

Not wanting to get caught up in unnecessary nostalgia, the street rat continued on his way, his body subconsciously wanting to put several more blocks between himself and the Black Market.

Twenty minutes later he swiftly ducked between a closed up coffee shop and a bookstore, the windows of which were covered by blinds instead of wood boards.

Slowly counting up to sixty under his breath, the scruffy man reached up to his chest, his heart threatening to burst from his shaky rib cage at the drop of a pin.

'I guess it was all worth it after all,' the knowledge of what he had seen would live with him for years to come, but that wouldn't matter much if he were followed by certain unsavory types.

The moment his angry heart no longer felt as though it were going to burst, Frank carefully peered around the edge of the gap between the buildings, taking a quick survey of the connecting street as he did so.

'Nothing there,' that didn't mean that there was 'no-one' around, however.

Living in a world filled with monsters of both myth and legend, one had to be very careful as to not allow their guard to drop too far since even the slightest loss in caution might spell your doom. More than a few pokemon trainers had learned that the hard way after they wandered into a forest brush too deeply, only find themselves face to face with a snarling monster looking for an easy meal.

Digging his hands into his jacket, Frank reached around until his fingers rubbed over a familiar belt. Pulling a single ball free from the strap, the curly haired man clicked his thumb onto a button on the sphere, his eyes dancing happily as the red and white ball suddenly expanded to the size of a tennis ball.

“Sorry to make you go through all of this," he whispered before he popped open the pokeball.

The alleyway was quickly lit in a bright white light, the cascading flow of luminescence shimmering and shifting before gaining the outer shape of humanoid form.

"Was I followed, Christopher?" Frank asked once his partner fully materialized, the masked jackal's normally stoic expression firmly in place as the fighting-steel type turned to look his trainer over.

The Lucario shut its eyes, a soft but deep blue glow washing over the Aura pokemon's lithe body. The surrounding air quickly started to crackle as soft etheric energy began to overcome the aura pokemon.

When Chris's hair braids rose up in the air, Frank felt his belly churn in fear.

Years of training had given his Lucario the ability to sense the aura of anyone nearby, as typical of his species, however, the skill of being able to tell the difference between virtuous people and pokemon versus those who only had malice in their hearts was something that the curly haired man had trained his partner long and hard within. Sadly, the masked jackal's range only extended to the immediate block surrounding them as the colors and shapes of various creature's souls appearing in his mind's eye like starlight within a black sky all at once tended to quickly exhaust the fighting-steel type pokemon.

It didn't help that the Fused possessed souls which were just...odd to the Lucario.

To see them through his mind's eye was like seeing colored static in the air; that kind of aura sent an unpleasant chill down Christopher's spine. Fangs gnashing together, the Lucario hated the unknown entities with a burning passion, if only because, in its mind, they always possessed a viable threat to his human.

Stress filled minutes passed in tepid silence before the glow around the blue and black pokemon began dissipated. The Lucario's fur returned to normal once it fully drew back in its astral perception. When crimson eyes opened the masked jackal turned his blurry orbs to his trainer's face and shook his head, right before swaying slightly.

Frank caught Chris before he could collapse.

“Do you want to go back into…" Chris shook his sweat soaked head before the man could finish.

Chuckling, Frank eased the both of them down onto the concrete.

Once settled, the man slipped a hand under the forgotten gray beanie.

Pulling the wool material off his head, Frank reached in and then slipped out a tiny item woven into the thread. Under the faint light of the shining halfmoon the thing looked like a curly straw with two bulging protrusions at either end.

Slotting the device perfectly place around his left ear, he brushed his hand against the bottom protrusion, fingers dexterously finding a minuscule switch placed along the bottom of the transceiver.

Quietly, the device quietly hummed to life.

"It's me," he said once the connection was made.

Turning his head to his Lucario, the man's crimson eyes harden as he continued to speak,

“I need a team to this location. ASAP."