Ch1: Business and Pleasure
Story by Coldstone on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Welcome to a story about Pokemon, trainers, and the sordid activities involving them!
This particular series is inspired by Violet Enterprises, found here. Brought to us by :iconXianyu:
Permissions were asked and given, and Pokemon belongs to... Nintendo? Game Freak? You know who they are, just don’t show them this as they will probably freak out.
I wanted to do my own series following the idea of V.E. when I read it, without it being too similar. So there will be some twists and differences of action that set the two apart. Let’s see what we can do to shake things up!
Special thanks to Xianyu and :iconGuri: for looking things over and poking at things with a stick - being chased by a Mienshao is no easy task.
- - - Chapter 1: Business and Pleasure - - -
Arthur sighed as he closed the magazine and tossed it back onto the table in front of him. He lazily rummaged through the others, trying to figure out which ones he had not yet skimmed through, until he found one with several Contest Pokemon displayed on the front.
I think I stopped midway through this one on my last visit.
With his choice in hand, Arthur sat back in his seat and checked out the table of contents again. He propped one leg lifted up on a chair off to the side, making use of the free space he had. There were only a few others even in the room to begin with, so he could get away with it.
The room was mostly silent, save for the small noises of a clock on the wall, the air conditioning, slight shuffles of the few other occupants of the room, and the background chatter that came from behind the glassed secretary desk at the front. Arthur was in a waiting room at the Pokemon Clinic near his family home. The carpet was a simple pattern of dark colored squares, mostly earth tones with some blue thrown in, and the furniture was all polished wood—nice looking, but obvious and simple—perfect for a waiting room. It was full of old magazines for those waiting to read, and small toys for pokemon instead of children.
He was hardly going to play with the toys, so that meant trying to find a magazine he hadn’t actually read yet; This was not his first time bringing the family Pokemon, Siren, in for a checkup; She was the family baby, and the Persian was brought in for checkups at least four times a year. She was clearly pampered by his mother and made full use of it.
Thankfully, she wasn’t a complete bitch about it either, or Arthur would have debated finding a way to lose her long before now. Practically every Persian was a vain creature, but Siren at least tried to make you enjoy paying tribute in pettings and lap space.
She, however, was in the back, getting her routine checkup. That left him to sit out here in the near empty waiting room, trying to learn how to bend time or space as Dialga or Palkia to hurry things up or at least pick up a book from he wanted to read.
Giving up on the magazine, he put it down to try and find another. It was looking like he had finally run out of options when he glanced to the side and noticed a Mienshao in his view. It was a reflection from the mirror on the wall, angled just right to show him the space behind him. The oblivious Pokemon was idly swaying its ribbon-like sleeves as it sat in one of the chairs, and though Arthur could see the arm and leg of what was probably its trainer, the mirror wasn’t wide enough to show them.
Arthur wasn’t sure how he had missed them when coming in, so they must have entered when he had been reading. He picked out a random magazine and leaned back, hoping he would still be able to see the Pokemon, but the view shifted to empty seats. With a little guesswork, he leaned a little to the side and found the Mienshao again. The angle was a bit different, but it was perfect to idly watch and admire them.
Mienshao were a species all the way from Unova, after all, which meant that its trainer had traveled far and wide to get it, or it was one of several (though still rare) ones that were bred and raised in the region!
They’re fighting types, I think. You wouldn’t want to have one of those casually unless you’re an exercise nut or something, or at least found them a good distraction...
Not for the first time in his life, Arthur regretted not becoming a trainer when he was younger. His parents had discouraged it, citing all the hassles such as camping out, dealing with harsh weather, getting lost, and general risk of injury or worse.
It was true he hadn’t been the most athletic kid when he was younger, and the idea of getting lost in a forest and eaten by some big Pokemon was scary (he hadn’t considered the fact he’d have Pokemon to protect him back then), but that didn’t stop one from dreaming of the adventure now and then. If he had been more determined (or stubborn, in regards to his parents wishes), he could have still studied about Pokemon and everything while he was growing up, or maybe even had taken a college course or two on them...
But he hadn’t, and as mixed regrets floated through his mind he tried to distract them with the reflection before him. Look at this, he mentally told the little demons in his ears. See this fine specimen of adventure and travel? I bet it’s quite meticulous in its grooming. Probably rolls up those sleeves of its to carry around so they don’t drag on the ground. It’s certainly a bipedal type - no way that shape would be used to walk around on all fours. And.. and...
And the Mienshao was also apparently rubbing at its engorged penis while trying not to be obvious about it, grinding the pinkish red flesh against a paw. ‘He’ clearly had no idea that the angle Arthur had was revealing what had been going on behind those swaying sleeves of fur!
Wow. That’s... Wow! Arthur was scandalized and embarrassingly entranced. He did not want to be the trainer sitting besides his masturbating Pokemon, but he had to wonder if that was a common problem with male Pokemon? Maybe you should have taken him to a daycare instead of a clinic, boss? Though maybe he fell asleep in his chair and hasn’t noticed yet, or...
He saw the fraction of the trainer sitting beside the Mienshao twitch, and knew he wasn’t asleep. It seemed like he had just spotted what was going on, and Arthur was expecting to hear a harsh command or hushed chastisement any moment now. The Mienshao stopped stroking, a guilty look of pleasure on his face as he turned towards the trainer.
Instead, he saw the arm of the trainer reach over and grasp at the twitching, turgid rod between his Pokemon’s legs and start stroking in earnest. He almost dropped his magazine in surprise. His brain lost all coherent though as it ran in at least three different directions on how to respond to what he was seeing. All he could do was stare, dumbfounded at the reflection as the Mienshao let out a near silent gasp and closed his eyes, body shuddering in obvious pleasure.
Arthur glanced across the part of the room he could see. There were at least two others sitting and waiting for their Pokemon, facing away like he was. One reading a personal book, and another browsing some random app on their phone, complete with wireless earbuds; They were clearly engrossed in their own world. He didn’t see anyone at the desk either, which meant they were probably off moving a file, copying something or some other logistic task..
He looked back to the mirror, and found the outrageous act of silent exhibitionism still going at full tilt. Even if obscured by the sleeves, there was no doubt what the tattooed arm of the trainer was doing to the Mienshao’s crotch behind them.
In fact, as Arthur’s face flushed strongly with heat, he realized that the act was becoming even more brazen as it was reaching its literal climax. Mienshao’s legs curled in, pointed toes squeezing close together, as he moved his paws to grasp the arms of his chair. His hips jerked in need, and that face was clearly one of restrained delight before a sudden jump in its body signaled the first volley of Pokebaby batter.
The mirror was a cruel, scandalized mistress of censorship as the arc of the ejaculation was lost to Arthur, save for the very faint sound in his ears of hearing it land somewhere on the carpet behind him. He realized that the faint noises of grunting were much louder than he had thought.
Or so it seemed to him, knowing (and witnessing) what was going on, but no one else in the room turned or showed confusion in the slightest. Just before the secretary came back to her seat to face the room, The Mienshao and the trainer’s arm had finished, the flagging, incriminating erection hiding behind furred sleeves once more.
Unable to stare anymore at the mirror, Arthur opened the magazine to a random page and stared blankly at it, feeling his heart pounding in his ears. A minute later, he heard the faint shuffle of what he could only assume was a Pokemon discreetly walking over the evidence of its misdeed to obscure into the carpet.
“Arthur Kent?”
“...Arthur, Kent?”
Belatedly realizing that was his name, Arthur looked up towards the secretary. She smiled at his surprised look. “Siren is all ready now. You can come on back to retrieve her.”
“Oh, right.” He dropped the magazine back onto the table and picked himself up, mentally regathering himself as he tried to figure out what to do next. “Right.”
Finally, enough brain cells teamed together to yell at him to ‘go to the door.’ and go fetch Siren, then to tell him to not look towards the pair back in the waiting room again when he came back out to leave.
Nevertheless, he could have sworn he could see a new outline on the carpet out of the edge of his eye, and wonder if it was what he thought it was, or just a design in the carpet he had failed to notice in all this time.
It had been a week now since Siren’s checkup, and Arthur never heard any headlines about Shocking Masturbation Habits of Mienshao or similar. He had actually forgotten about the whole thing after a few days as his more mundane life expectations came up and stole his attention.
The biggest offender was job hunting: Though Arthur had graduated College with a degree in computer science, there just wasn’t anyone that seemed to be wanting to put his degree to the test, despite the number of ‘Now Hiring’ signs he saw.
It was a fact that he had been resigned to live with, but it didn’t stop his parents from nagging him putting more initiative into the search, or ‘show a little more excitement.’ He solved the problem of ‘Back in my day’ nostalgia by going out to run a few errands for the family, while also ‘looking for more places that might be hiring, even if it wasn’t for his education so he wouldn’t be a burden.’
Running errands mostly encompassed picking up any prescriptions that needed picking up (which was sporadic), checking for any sales on treats or accessories his Mother wanted for Siren (which were rare, given the Persian preferred the fancier things) and then following a route through the commercial areas of Olivine City to see if there were any new (or removed) hiring signage. There was a convention center along the way that normally hosted job fairs, but it wasn’t the right season for that.
You would think with being in a city this large, one of these places would have gotten back to me by now. Arthur thought as he strolled through the first part of his route. He had already been through here a couple days ago, so there was no point harassing a business and making his chances worse.
In retrospect, Arthur realized that there were a lot of people that lived in Olivine City; which meant he had a lot of competition, college-educated or otherwise. Without any really attention grabbing habits (like that Go-Get’em Smile or some other nonsense), the real reason he was probably never getting any call backs was from ass-kissers taking up all the spots and managers sorting through which one was the most ingratiating...
Who was he kidding? They probably didn’t call him back because he seemed boring, or too green, or some other commercially unhelpful feature.
With a sigh of frustration, Arthur kicked a pebble into a perfect, bouncing arc straight ahead - and right into a trash can with a loud BANG! Everyone close by turned at the sudden noise, and he did his best to match the confused look to try and be one of them as he walked on.
When it all came down to it, Arthur decided that the worst part of his situation was all his friends were busy. Adulthood did that, unfortunately. Several of them were still in college, or dabbling at college while also working a simpler, part time job. A few others actually went off to try their hand at being trainers, which he couldn’t help but feel a little envious of because they had taken the leap he hadn’t, or couldn’t.
What that ultimately meant was: He was depressed and lonely, and wanted someone who he could hang around, talk or complain to, and not feel judged.
A Pokemon would have been the easy answer to that, but it felt selfish to go adopting a Pokemon just to satisfy an urge that might go away eventually, assuming they even understood what he was complaining about. Plus if he did find a job afterwards, it might not be one he could bring them to for various reasons. His parents wouldn't appreciate being saddled with his pokemon, and Siren probably wouldn’t tolerate competition.
The feeling of angst and defeat was building steadily, clinging at his heart and stomach. He looked around to find himself mostly alone, so he ducked off to a side alley among the buildings. These alleys were actually quite safe compared to most places in the city thanks to their focus being primarily offices. He had been here before, in fact, and knew them all quite well, which let him find a nice, empty corner to growl out his frustration and hit his head against the wall in a gentle, repeating bump.
“Why can’t I fucking catch a break and have something go my way? Just one break, come on!”
His head bumped into the rough, cool brick a few more times before he was all bumped out. He let his body lean against the wall, eyes shut, as he tried to let the rest of the anger seep out as if it was excess body heat.
I really do need to find a better outlet for these feelings...
Eventually the frustration eased up and he made his way back out to the main streets. The fact it had happened still bothered him, however, so he made the decision that he would take his time getting home. Enjoy the sun, maybe go sit down by the port and watch the ships, and just unwind.
In fact, there was another shortcut he knew that had a great view of the water and scenery. There wouldn’t be anyone around and no wild pokemon up close to worry about either. As much as he had shot the idea down earlier, getting his own Pokemon was probably the most realistic option he had right now. He’d have to think it over and find a way to bring it up with his parents too. It wasn’t like they couldn’t handle having two Pokemon, after all.
From the back of his mind, Arthur tried to recall the list of Pokemon he had always considered getting if he ever became a trainer, or just because he thought they would be cool, and let his feet guide him to his destination.
Arthur was absolutely certain he had the worst luck in the world, even if some of his friends might have countered he had the best luck, depending how you looked at it.
He had actually been considering some Pokemon, from the classic starter of a Cyndaquil or something more common but fluffy, like a Furret, when he realized that his empty destination was not, in fact, empty. Rather, the area near it was not empty, and the sounds were anything but innocent.
His curiosity had gotten the better of him; He crept as quickly but quietly as possible to find some vantage point to try and find the source of the noise. It was actually a few partitions over from his spot. He hadn’t been here in quite awhile, unfortunately, which meant he had to retrace his steps several times as he listened to the grunts and moans - and the dirty language.
“Mmph! Look at how wet you’re getting. You like this, don’t ya?” the deep, male voice said. The only response to the question was a mewling sort of moan that sounded like a woman. There was more noise of what was probably a very lewd moment before the male voice spoke again. “That’a girl. Just keep squeezing, and wiggling. Just think about me fillin' ya up like my wife.”
Arthur blushed furiously as he finally found the route he was looking for. Was this some guy cheating on his wife with his secretary or something? He was having second thoughts about peeping now, but at the same time, he still wanted to at least confirm it. The dialogue felt so cheesy, like it was out of a porn flick, that he was half ready to find some old security guard just working one out, wearing headphones he thought were plugged in to a very loud tablet or smartphone.
If it was, just as well he didn’t get caught then either, cause he was technically trespassing.
He was at that final entry point now; All he had to do was keep his head low and very slowly peer around to find the edge of whatever it was...
And he found it. It was definitely not some old security guard with porn. There was very much a man there, muscled, hairy, and naked as all hell with arms wrapped around a woman he was bouncing in his lap. He was also surrounded by cameras, complete with two cameramen focused on the action.
It really was a cheesy porn flick! It wasn’t just any porn flick though, because the woman that was moaning and mewling out was not Human; she was a Linoone.
A Pokemon.
Getting fucked senseless!
The man was leaning against a lamp post, holding the Linoone up in one arm while his free hand was holding one of her hind legs out. This was apparently the easiest way for him to slide into her while also making a very exposed view of the action. His arm guided her up and down as his hips also rocked in sync, making their loins meet in a wet bump of flesh. Her free leg and tail squirmed and shook, and as the Linoone called out in obvious pleasure, her fore-legs clamped down against the arm supporting her. There was very little she even needed to do in the moment; she was utterly under the man’s control.
Arthur finally managed to tear himself away from the corner. He could feel how wide his eyes had gotten, how flushed his face was becoming at his shock, and how much his pulse pounded in his ears. This was beyond what he expected! There was no way he was staying for this! He had to sneak away without getting-
He didn’t realize there was another Pokemon standing in front of him until they tilted their head at him curiously. They both jumped a bit when he registered the movement, though he managed not to yelp, and the Pokemon—another Mienshao–seemed amused by it.
Then again, the Mienshao probably belonged to someone on the porn crew, and after his recent encounter with the other Mienshao, was probably their security detail.
As his newfound worry at being caught started to grow, a nagging realization followed with it. Both Human and Mienshao stared at one another, assessing, examining, putting the pieces together, until finally, it clicked.
This was the same Mienshao he had seen pleasuring himself at the Clinic! And he seemed to recognize him as well! There was a growing grin on the Mienshao’s face...
Then he reached out and grabbed Arthur’s hand, while holding a fuzzy digit to his own mouth to make a silencing gesture. Thus warned, Mienshao tugged him towards a different path from where he had come from. Arthur didn’t resist, though they were still quiet about it, even as he tried to figure out why he was following along.
The other side of the partition revealed a setup that was clearly meant for the porn shoot. There were chairs, food covered to protect it spoilage, spare bags—everything you need for shooting a smut flick on the fly. Just far enough away that anyone taking a break wouldn’t risk being heard in the recording, but close enough to easily snag a sandwich while you fucked.
It was only him and Mienshao as he was brought over to a chair and gestured to sit down. Arthur was trying to figure out what exactly was going to happen when the Mienshao leaned in closer to his face and sniffed around. Arthur found it a little weird at first, especially as the sniffing went downward, but it stopped before even past his chest. Mienshao then started patting over his sides and back when he realized what was going on.
“You’re checking me for weapons?” he asked quietly.
Mienshao paused and looked up at him, then nodded. He seemed pleased he had caught on, but resumed his work.
It was much less awkward now, at least, minus listening to the Linoone being fucked across the way. Even the brief grope of his crotch that Mienshao seemed to do just to tease him wasn’t so bad. “So does that mean I’m clean, then?”
Mienshao nodded, a new smile forming as Arthur sighed with relief. Using another chair as a hop up, he settled himself on the edge of the table beside him, before producing a pencil and a small notepad. A quick scribble and a flip of the page revealed a question mark, followed by the Mienshao pointing at him, then to where they were at.
“You’re asking me what I am doing here?”
Mienshao nodded.
“Well, not to actually spy on what’s going on over there,” Arthur flushed again at that, then pointed off towards the other side of the space. “There’s a nice spot over there to watch the water and stuff. I came here to clear my head. Never ran into anyone else before, til now.”
Mienshao seemed to stare at—or into—him intently, the forked whiskers on his face wiggling slightly when his nose twitched, but then he shrugged, seemingly satisfied with the answer. He scribbled a new mark; This one looked like a record icon, along with what he thought was meant to be a phone. He pointed off towards the voices, but Arthur shook his head. “I didn’t even think of that, actually. I was about to sneak away so I wouldn’t bother anyone...”
The next few questions followed the same pattern. After Mienshao gestured for him to show his phone and the video gallery, the next doodle asked if anyone else had been with him, followed by wanting to see his ID.
That made him worry a little. “Okay...” He pulled out his wallet, “I’m not actually getting arrested or something, am I?”
Mienshao merely gave him a smirk, and didn’t confirm it either way as he took a good look over the details. At this point, Arthur realized he had no idea if the Mienshao could even read, and his eyes narrowed. “You’re just teasing me, aren’t you?”
The ID was returned with a silent snicker and a tongue sticking out. Arthur shook his head and chuckled as well as he put it away. “I can’t believe I fell for you playing good cop like that.”
This led to a new scribbling and an amused look on the Pokemon faces. It was a bit longer, and when Mienshao was done, he actually handed him both the pencil and the notepad.
On the note, Arthur found his name in awkward but credible enough scrawl, as well as a picture divided in two. It took him a minute, but he realized it was a very rough shape of a police officer, dressed like the popular Officer Jenny (complete with a tiny Growlithe shape, or so he assumed). This one was crossed out, and on the other side of the image, it looked like another Officer Jenny, but with a meaner face, and the Growlithe was holding a stick - or a baton perhaps.
“Are you asking me if I want you to play bad cop...?” His voice trailed off as he looked up from the picture to Mienshao, who was now leaned back in his spot, looking down at him with a knowing smirk. His legs were spread out with one paw focused between them. A familiar looking shaft was sitting partway out from its compact sheath, shiny and smooth compared to the furred holster and surroundings. Three furry digits were stroking up and down the underside, also going past to the hanging pouch below, rolling their contents about..
He stared, and swallowed nervously. He had been unable to look away last time out of sheer surprise, but even now, on the second time, he was caught entirely off guard and couldn’t do anything but stare.
Seeing he had Arthur’s full attention, Mienshao paused in his stroking to grasp his ‘little red rocket’ and wiggle it at him. The motion made a spec of moistness fly and land on his pant leg, staining the spot with lewd intentions.
Before he had any chance to respond to that, Mienshao was a flurry of movement, legs closed, crossed, and both arms in lap, with sleeves dangling artfully, completely concealing the indecency before him. A voice rang out. “What’s going on here?”
Arthur’s head turned so quickly it was a wonder it didn’t snap off. Standing there at the entrance was none other than the man who had been filming with the Linoone - albeit dressed in shorts and an open shirt. A wide brimmed hat that screamed ‘cowboy’ also donned his head.
His arms were crossed as he glared at them both. “Who are you, and what do you think you’re doing with my Pokemon?”
Not sure what he was being accused of and panicking, Arthur looked between the two while holding Miendshao’s pencil and notepad in hand, flailing them uselessly. He was about to actually say something when he noticed a particular detail of the man’s arm: tattoos.
Familiar tattoos.
“You’re his trainer from the clinic!” he declared before his brain could silence his revelation. He groaned inwardly at his own idiocy as he watched the guarded look on the man’s face become one of growing horror, then frustration.
Mienshao was also surprised by this announcement, and looked particularly sheepish when the glare turned on him. “This is why I told you you can’t do that in places like waiting rooms.” The man said, clearly practiced at the words. “One day you’re gonna get caught, I said; Who knows what would happen, I said. Do you want to get fuckin neutered because some ass with a stick up his other ass takes exception to your fuckin whimsy and – are you poking out right now?”
Arthur turned to look as well, and realized in trying to gesture about the situation, Mienshao had apparently moved too much, revealing a fully erect shaft again. Mienshao looked even more flushed with embarrassment now as he covered up.
The man let out a heavy sigh, arms no longer folded, but instead one resting on his hip as the other rubbed at the bridge of his nose. Finally, he looked up to Arthur again, and pointed at him. “Give me the notepad and pencil.”
Handing over the items, Arthur waited nervously in his seat. The notes were flipped and examined, eyes darting between both chastised faces. “Well I see he at least was asking what you were doing here before he started putting on his show, Mr. Kent, but since I was busy, why don’t you tell me everything you told him?” The words were more controlled now, but they had a tone of no-nonsense that meant he wasn’t likely to tolerate evasion.
So he explained everything: his reason there, the noises he heard, getting caught, right up to before the cop question, when he was then asked about the clinic. Arthur explained that too, swearing he hadn’t told anyone else about it, and the fact he had found them was pure luck.
The Linoone had waddled in midway and froze. Sensing the tension, she carefully slipped back out. Periodically others involved with the film snuck a peak in, including those Arthur hadn’t seen before. No one else seemed to want to get involved, and he couldn’t blame them - This guy was better built than all of them. He could have been their boss, for all he knew.
Finally, the interrogation was done. The man still seemed annoyed, but not with him. The Mienshao eventually stopped covering himself up, showing the dressing down had settled whatever arousal he had. Arthur thought he might actually get away without being arrested, when he found a hand outstretched in front of him. “I’m Owen, by the way. The troublemaker beside you is Casper.”
Arthur looked up the tattoo’d arm to Owen, then over to the Mienshao. Now named, Casper gave him a small smile and a sheepish wave, whiskers twitching nervously. “Hi.” Arthur said lamely as he took the hand, feeling his worries bubble back up a bit at the tight squeeze of the handshake. “So, what does this all mean for me? ”
“You’re not under arrest,” Owen confirmed, “Though we should technically report you for trespassing, so long as you weren’t actually here to steal something or dealing drugs, I don’t think anyone really cares if you’re using the place for sightseeing.” Finally, a smirk broke out on Owens face. “If you hadn’t actually walked in on us, you would have probably walked into our Actress. She thought the view was nice too, and went over there, last I heard.”
At his surprised face, Owen let out a chuckle, then pulled him up to his feet abruptly. “How many different things are you filming here?” Arthur found himself asking. He found himself being neatly guided back out to the next room, where they could either go back to where they were filming or off to the rest of the area. Casper was right behind them, following along.
“Just two,” Owen sounded amused, “And you’re going to watch the second one with me.”
“What!?”
But before Arthur could try to pull away and run, Owen’s firm grip on his shoulder, and the still connected grip of their hands, guided him towards the film set. “I insist.” Owen’s voice was now amused and serious. “After all, it’s not every day you walk into a Pokephilia film in progress. Since you didn’t run away screaming the last two times you ended up staring at a Pokemon’s junk, you’re either a pokemon breeder, a Pokephile, or both, and seeing as you don’t have any pokeballs on you...”
“But, but-”
“And this way if you do something stupid like spread it around, we’ll have some footage of you being here to remind you why you shouldn’t go trespassing on private property.”
Sweet Arceus, what have I gotten myself into?
As it turned out, playing the security guard wasn’t Casper’s only job.
The Mienshao was ‘talking’ with the actress Owen had mentioned: Clara. Arthur was pretty sure that wasn’t her real name, but it didn’t feel that strange on her. She was actually holding a script (albeit it was only a couple pages), going over the details with Casper while he listened, nodded, or scribbled more pictures to ask questions. They were far enough and quiet enough he couldn’t hear anything. The scene he was going to watch apparently involved them; somehow, knowing he was about to watch Casper get into another sexual situation, this time on purpose, made him feel even more awkward for getting to watch.
Held hostage in a somewhat-comfortable foldable chair, Arthur watched the process of setting up a film shoot. From scene props to camera placement, he learned just how small cameras could get in this day and age. He also found out there were actually several others present he hadn’t seen before - They apparently had keys to the office building they were soliciting. Clara had even gone in after finishing her talk with Casper to change into what he would have called ‘sexy business casual.’
He couldn’t help but wonder if there was an actual plot to this. He managed to stir up the courage to ask Owen.
“Not much in plot, I’m afraid,” Owen shrugged. “This is a one shot—no previous films or sequels planned, but having an idea of what you’re working off makes a lot of difference for filming.”
“But if it’s porn, doesn’t that mean you just, well,” Arthur hesitated, feeling silly, “Have sex?”
Owen chuckled. “We have those too, but that gets boring, for watchers and for actors. We do actually try to do some films with at least a pretense of plot too, or at least more serious while also including the sex.”
Another detail that stuck out to Arthur was when a Pokemon that showed up during the setup. A Raichu (he was pretty sure female) had wandered over to Casper to chat as well. Like earlier, he couldn’t really hear them, but in retrospect, he wouldn’t have really understood it anyways. There was a great deal more gesturing though, which gave him something to try and work out. “Whose Pokemon is that?”
“That’s Alicia - she doesn’t belong to anyone. She works for the company directly.” Owen paused a moment, then added as an afterthought. “She’s our fluffer.”
“Fluffer?” Arthur felt like he had heard that before.
“She helps keep the male actors erect if a scene takes more than one take, or to rev them up for a new one.”
Oh. He blushed at that. “But, then wouldn’t that mean-”
“She’s very good at her job,” Owen anticipated his question, “Subtle with her electric typing, and her tongue. Among other things.”
As he said that, Arthur watched as the Raichu gave Casper a suggestive pose, long, lightning-forked tail sliding up his side and against his crotch. He could see Casper’s fur stand on end where it made contact, as well as his basic reaction to feeling it. Before the tail could pull away, however, the Mienshao snagged it as it got near his face and gave it a playful nip.
Arthur couldn’t help but smile as Alicia jumped in response, then watched her amble off into the building. This brought a new thought to mind, however. “So, if she belongs to your company...”
“She works for the company.” Owen clarified, firmly. “She gets paid to do a job she wants to do. We’re not forcing her to work for us, and Casper could snap me in half if he didn’t want to do what he does.
That did surprise him a bit, but in a good way. Before Arthur could ask more details about that policy, one of the cameramen announced they were ready to start, and everyone quietened down and assumed positions.
“Quiet on the set! And, go!”
Clara held the door open for Mienshao with her foot, standing off to the side so she wasn’t in his way. “Thanks for helping me carry all these boxes, Mienshao.” She said gratefully. She was holding a single filebox in her hands while Mienshao was carrying five, neatly stacked in a masterful balancing act. “It really shows off your macho muscles.” She added in teasingly.
The boxes towered over his shorter form, obscuring his face until he came out far enough to look past them at her. He was giving her a bemused look with one purple eyebrow mark arched up, then he stuck his tongue out at her as he cleared the door.
Together they both walked a little further, the words written on the boxes suggesting they were full of ‘case files.’ Combined with the business suit Clara wore, and the decorative collar Mienshao was wearing around his neck - complete with a miniature tie hanging on the front, they were clearly supposed to be at some sort of law firm.
“It’s true.” Clara continued, “Those all must be so heavy; My husband would be out of breath just taking these to the car.” Carefully adjusting her grip on her single box, she reached down and stroked over Mienshao’s head, then gently twirled one of his long whispers around a finger.
Mienshao paused, shuddering a bit with lidded eyes as his whisper was played with. When the hand pulled away, he gave Clara an appraising look, then put his boxes down on the seat of the picnic table sitting out in the open space. Before Clara could ask what he was doing, he wrapped his arms around her hips and lifted her up, easily bringing her feet off the ground as he gave her a little twirl, single file box and all.
Clara, for her credit, didn’t drop her box, but she looked surprised by the display of strength and playfulness, she laughed, clearly not very worried. “You silly Pokemon!”
Eventually Mienshao lowered her back down gently, though he did not let go. At his height he was at an ideal position to stroke his paws over her rear, his head at the perfect height lay against her chest and look up at her from between her bosom. Those lecherous eyes stared into hers, seeming to dare her to tell him to stop, even as he ‘nibbled’ at one of her buttons holding the suit shut.
“Stop that,” She chided gently. “You’ll ruin my suit, silly.” Then, after he finally released her with a small huff, she leaned in closer to him, nearly nose to nose. “Such a romantic, though.”
And then they kissed. A slow, light peck as Mienshao adjusted his muzzle to connect. Though their mouths were and bodies were not the same shape, there was no awkward confusion in it - this was not their first time at such affection..
Then they both went back to their professional appearance, Mienshao picking all the boxes back up easy and turning back to the path-
-without either realizing that Clara had stepped on one of Mienshao’s sleeves, startling them both as gravity tried to yank him back and the tower of heavy boxes tilted dangerously!
“Look out!”
At the last moment, Mienshao managed to swing the falling boxes away from Clara. The result was still dramatic, however, as boxes toppled open and crashed into the ground, spewing papers and folders everywhere.
Clara went to Mienshao first, kneeling down to him and taking his arm. “I’m so sorry, Mienshao! Are you okay?” She took no regard for the provocative view her skirt gave with kneeling down; she was focused on checking over Mienshao’s fur sleeve to make sure it was okay.
Mienshao for his part, simply smiled and did his best to reassure her he was fine, even tugging neatly on the sleeve to show it suffered no harm. This seemed to convince Clara, who placed her lips on his paw to ‘kiss it better.’
After that, the two turned to the toppled boxes, and began the process of cleaning everything up. At some point after he had propped one box up on a picnic table’s seat to fill, Mienshao paused and looked over at Clara down on all fours, reaching around to gather up the mess. Setting the papers he had collected into his own box, he strolled over and put his paws upon her covered rear, stroking over it with a smile.
Clara paused in her gathering to look back at the happy looking Pokemon, smiling back and wiggling her posterior against his touch. “I don’t think that’s what you’re supposed to be doing, Mienshao.”
Mienshao gave her an arched brow and sniffed, but paused in his touch. A moment later he slid his paws downward, hooked them below the hem of her skirt, and raised it up all the way to her hips! Her silky grey panties came into full view, clearly designer and clearly meant to be appealing to whoever saw them.
“Mienshao!” Clara laughed, reaching back to try and push her skirt back down. “That’s definitely not for you!”
But that didn’t deter him in the slightest. When her hand reached his paw, he lightly swatted it, keeping her from putting the skirt back in place. In between attempts he would rub over her exposed skin, tugging at the edges of her lingerie to get a reaction out of her, even as he slowly inched in closer, until...
Clara paused in her giggles as she felt something brushing against her leg. There was no doubt in what it was, especially as Mienshao gave her a challenging smirk and accentuated his hips movements, paws stilled as they held her in place for his grind.
“You’re an awful tease, Mienshao... but fifteen minutes, and then we are picking the rest of these up.”
Mienshao looked triumphant, giving her a nod as he patted her rump like drums, then stepped around towards her front. His erection swung side to side with the movement of his body, then stopped, poised at her face as he presented himself to her.
Before Clara could bring her head down to meet his saber, Mienshao caught her chin and brought her upward instead. He leaned in to give her another kiss, this one more passionate than the soft peck they had shared earlier, and during that, he reached up to pull the collar from his neck. As their lips and tongues played together, he slipped the ends around her neck and refasten it.
The collar with its neck-tie matched her suit perfectly.
The kissing paused briefly as Mienshao began to unbutton her top, lips periodically pressing back together as their lusts seemed to slowly increase. Soon Clara’s outfit was sitting fully open, a bra matching her panties visible, then pushed down to release their breasts to gravity. They bounced and jiggled, then were covered up by furry paws as Mienshao groped and caressed them. This certainly seemed to elicit a few extra noises out Clara, even as they still kissed, but eventually paws drifted away and lips parted.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments, lust and desire obvious, then Mienshao pointed down to his excited, turgid penis.
It was not obscenely large - not compared to Mienshao at least, but the pinkish red, eager flesh was nothing like a Human’s. No foreskin or mushroomed tip, but a knobbed end with a small point that glistened. The length of it had a bit of a curve, almost like a hook, before it straightened out into the pouch it usually hid in. It twitched and flexed, a sign of wetness evident along the underside, and it was waiting for attention.
Clara was now eye to eye with it, reaching over with a hand to gently take the length and tilt it to a better angle. Her mouth opened wide as she brought her tongue out and teased it, sliding along the length as she leaned in closer, eventually taking the tip into her mouth and sealing it in. Her head bobbed along the flesh, sucking, pleasuring, savoring it all, and once she had her movements going, was also fondling at the pouch beneath as well.
Mienshao sighed contently at the actions, hips only moving slightly as he let her do the bulk of the work - what else was he to do? His paw stroked over her hair and down her neck, but there was little else. He savored the moment, perhaps the scandal of everything he was doing wrong, and shivered in delight.
Clara’s speed varied from slower to faster, depending on if she was trying to rev him up or tease him into bursting, but after a few minutes Mienshao coaxed her away by reaching back and snapping the back of her panties. Grinning at her annoyed look, he pointed at her, then at the picnic table, before doing a small gyration with his hips. She seemed to consider the motions for a moment, then rose up to her feet - breasts still sticking out - and kicked off her shoes.
Mienshao watched as she went over to its side and carefully bent herself over, looking past her shoulder at him as she raised her skirt up again to flaunt her rear at him. With her legs spread out, the wet patch at the crotch of her panties was much more obvious.
There was just one problem that was also obvious - Mienshao was far too short to take advantage of the position. That didn’t seem to deter him though, as he stepped closer to the view before him. With a deft, easy tug, he brushed his paw along her wet crotch and pulled her panties down to her feet, leaving them caught and stretched at her ankles. He rubbed over the two cheeks, spreading them, squishing them, teasing a bit, before he stepped back to admire the view—and then with a movement like lightning, swatted a cheek with one of his sleeves, creating a startling snap!
Clara yelped, alarmingly loud. She slapped one hand over her mouth just in time as Mienshao used the other sleeve, swatting the other cheek and causing another such noise, this time muffled behind her hand. Mienshao let out a quiet snicker, then did it again, and again, adjusting the timing of each so they were never quite when expected. Her cheeks reddened just a little, but it was clear that he wasn’t putting much force behind them—enough for the snap and the shock, but little more.
He only did about a dozen such swats before he stopped, then clambered up onto one of the side seats of the table. Now beside Clara’s body, he draped his sleeves over her, wrapping them over her shoulders then across and under her arms. He grabbed the opposite ends of each and hopped down from his perch.
It was a close fit, but there was just enough slack - or possibly stretchability - for Mienshao to hold those sleeves while he was standing behind Clara’s presented rear. He nudged her legs a little wider as he wound his sleeves up with his paws. Once the lengths of fur were taut and secure, he climbed up and mounted himself on the upper part of her calves, the pointy claws of his toes carefully perched away from skin.
With the sleeves firmly held and wrapped in paw, Mienshao was now perched at the near perfect height. He rested his weight and body against her backside, penis sandwiched between her cheeks and hotdogging her lightly as he carefully adjusted his leads. For Clara, her body leaned back a bit at the extra weight, but she held her back firm and straight, both hands now holding onto the table as anchors as she became the ideal point of support. The two sleeves across her front cupped her chest perfectly, creating a fuzzy bra to recreate an enticing cleavage—were there anyone to enjoy it, of course.
With everything in place, Mienshao pulled back, aimed, and pushed in with one smooth motion. Clara gasped, making a face of pleasure as Mienshao’s hips began a rhythmic movement. Each inward stroke bounced himself against her rump, making a soft noise. Beneath that was a subtler, lewder sound as a wet hole had a throbbing rod pushed through it. From below, one would have been served an open view of their carnal act, fuzzy orbs swinging lightly each time sheath kissed lips. He was already going all the way in, if at a careful pace.
Mienshao was on a time limit, however, and that meant it was not long before the noises got a little louder and more frequent. The pat pat of bumped booty took on a firmer slap, and his balls swung with more force as they gently tapped at Clara’s crotch. Mienshao’s tail was an erratic switch, hips and glutes flexing and making a nice show of their own from behind as he made use of whatever he could to thrust harder—he only had so much room while perched on her legs as he was.
From the front, Clara’s face was flushed with mouth agape, her sounds were more frequent, but stifled as best as she could. Her chest practically thrusted out as she was rocked by it all.
And things only became faster, and fiercer, and louder! Mienshao’s movements were like a jackhammer, slapping against her body with remarkable force, combining the noises of her dripping cunt with his own eager, throbbing shaft. Even the slapping of balls was there if one had a good ear, and it seemed like the woman was forgetting the fact they were trying to be discreet entirely, gasping and moaning, asking for more. One of her breasts had slipped free of its furred restrained, bouncing with the rest of her in a lewd display of comedy.
The finale was at hand, as the intense pace of rutting started to slow. Each thrust now was forceful and timed, given a moment to sit before he pulled back for another strike. It was apparently too much for the heated passage, as Clara let out a cry of orgasmic bliss, body twitching, loins quivering, and somewhere in that, as Mienshao rutted her again and again, he too let off his own moment of euphoria, still thrusting with a brandishing of fangs and a hiss.
The steady drip of escaping seed and fluids pitter-pattered onto the ground and Clara’s poor, poor panties as their high slowly eased into afterglow. Both were panting and recovering, with Mienshao still perched on her calves and buried balls deep into his claimed female.
“Fuck, I love it when you do that, Mienshao...” Clara finally managed to utter quietly. “Let’s... let’s take a few minutes? I need to catch my breath...”
And then, Mienshao broke the fourth wall, as he gave the viewers a look - a knowing grin - then tightened his grip on his sleeves and began fucking the surprised Clara some more.
Arthur didn’t realize he had been drooling until Owen offered him a napkin. Broken out of his spell as Casper started up a second round with Clara, he at first thought it was a joke about something else, until Owen pointed at the side of his own face in reference.
Embarrassed, he wiped his face dry and patted down the stains on his shirt.
“So, what’s your favorite part so far?” He heard Owen ask in a very quiet voice. “Keep it low, or they’ll have to start over if we get picked up on the mics.”
Not expecting the question, Arthur responded dumbly. “Favorite part?”
He got a nod. “Favorite part,” Owen repeated. “Was it when he raised her skirt when she was on the ground, playing with her breasts - or when one slipped out perhaps? We are kind of stuck to one angle until we can see the raw footage with the other cameras. What part of all this comes to memory most, even if you couldn’t see it?”
Truth be told, Arthur wasn’t sure how to answer. The fact he was sort of being half held hostage colored his thoughts, but he didn’t want to admit that there wasn’t any particular part he disliked. He had a very awkward boner hiding in his pants, and it had pretty much started when Casper had first kissed Clara.
So he was either a very bona fide pokephile, just as Owen had suggested, or the fact he never really got into many sexual escapades with a woman was the factor, even if a Pokemon was involved.
Seeing he wasn’t getting an answer, Owen just smirked and resumed watching. “Well, whatever part it is, make sure you burn it in deep, because you might not ever see something like this in person again.”
At that, there was no more talking. Leaving Arthur to ponder if Owen had some ulterior meaning to his words.
For now, they focused on the sounds of an even louder orgasm filling the air, of a woman being fucked against a picnic table by her untiring Pokemon lover. The meshing of their bodies and urges searing their taboo actions onto their eyes, and into their minds.
He couldn’t look away, and never wanted to.
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