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Chapter 3: Discoveries

Light shone through the dirty glass above them as Thomas awoke to the sounds of tweeting Chatots. The storm had passed and nature was making that point clear. Memories of the night prior slowly filtered through the mans head as the Deino curled up at his chest yawned widely. Hakamo-o began to stir behind him as well, while the Sliggoo continued to snore cutely. Thomas smiled at the three pokemon he'd only just come to know.

Rising, the wannabe trainer searched for his clothes, finding them piled nearby and fortunately stain-free after the previous nights fun. Thomas blushed as he looked over to Hakamo-o, the dragon pokemon standing proudly with a smirk as he shook the dust off his gleaming plates. With no food left in his stash and a growl in his stomach, Thomas absentmindedly reached for the spot on the engine where he kept his instrument. As his hand met nought but thin air Thomas felt a pang of sorrow, remembering the shattered remains inside his trainers bag.

“I'll have to get that fixed later." He said sadly to no-one, slowly pulling the broken pieces of wood and wire from the leather bag. “There's more important stuff to do this morning." He glanced over at the three pokemon, the Sliggoo having finally awoken to a playful Deino as Hakamo-o retrieved his own bag.

Carrying the knapsack down from the mostly unused overhead makeshift bed, the pink and yellow pokemon retrieved the pack of pokemon treats and fished out three. Again he offered Thomas the pack but the man declined, his stomach letting out a low growl as though unsure whether turning down the pokemon food was a good or bad thing. Hakamo-o then flicked a treat each to his companions before downing the third in one chomp.

“So," Thomas began, getting the various pokemon's attention “The Poke Center is a few blocks from here. It shouldn't take long to get there, we just have to stay out of sight of the suits." He turned to the two smaller pokemon; one who was looking up at him with huge glistening eyes, the other with little more than a panting maw. “Which means it might be easier if you two were back in your balls." Their demeanour quickly changed to pouting. “I know, I know. Hopefully you'll be somewhere safe when you're out next."

Thomas realised what he'd said after he said it, doing the math in his head. “I- I might not see you again." He said mostly to himself, but his words were loud enough for the rest to hear. The Sliggoo quickly made its way over to him and hugged the mans leg, the Deino yapping and pawing at his other. “Hey, hey, I didn't mean it. I definitely want to see you again, I… I just don't know what'll happen." He knelt down and gave the two pokemon a big hug. “It'll be fine, you'll see." Then in a flash of light they were gone. Hakamo had a ball in each hand, the triggers glowing slightly as the energy dissipated.

“Hak." Thomas was getting better with understanding the pokemon, though the 'It's Time' look was plastered all over his face so words or not, Hakamo-o was easy to read. “Hakamo, Hak. Mo."

“Yeah, yeah." Thomas gathered his things and got ready with his second hand trainers bag, but his arm was instead nudged by Hakamo-o. “Huh?" The pokemon held his owners bag out for him, it being somewhat larger than usual as the old trainer's vest had been shoved inside. “A-are you sure?" Thomas looked from the bag to the pokemon before his mind realised a small problem. “Uh, Not sure how but I think you stand out more without the vest on." Hakamo looked himself up and down, Thomas could tell he'd just made the same realisation.

The man looked around for a solution. He could fashion a cloth disguise using the tarps, or hide the pokemon in a crate and use one of the dilapidated trolleys to push him around. But anyone wanting to look inside any of that would be unlikely to miss the five-foot pink and yellow pokemon. “Think Tom, Think…" He growled, looking for any inspiration. And then he found it.

Several years ago a fire in one of the Buses led to the seats being torn out and replaced. The old ones ended up in Shed 2C, but because they were so brittle and burned, Thomas never bothered to use them. But the charcoal might be useful now. He ran over to the pile of wooden chairs - or what was left of them - and throwing the best bits of charcoal into a nearby bucket, he ground them up into a powder.

“Okay," He said to a particularly curious Hakamo-o. “They're looking for a 'Shiny' Hakamo? So lets dull you up a bit." The pokemon looked a little worried as Thomas advanced with the bucket. But he stood still as the man carefully applied the black powder with a bit of torn foam from one of the less burned seats. In several minutes the task was complete. “There we go. Not perfect, but passable."

“Hak? Amo?" He queried rhetorically as he spun around, looking at his new colouring. Thomas had kept the yellow bits yellow and blacked out the pink bits to better make the pokemon look like it's regular colouring. Hakamo-o held it's hand out, flexing it's fingers to see the charcoal rubbing away at the folds. He breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well, lets just hope it stays on until we get there. Hakamos aren't that common around here as it is…"

“Hakamo-o." The pokemon corrected him, but Thomas didn't notice the extra syllable.

“We should get going, while it's still early." Hakamo-o rolled his eyes at the man as he followed along behind. Thomas slid aside the planks and unhooked the chain link. Sticking his head out to look around he indicated for Hakamo to come out. “All clear." He whispered, the pokemon rolling his eyes again as he pushed his way past the man and onto the grass. The wet grass.

“Hak."

“Dammit." Thomas noticed as soon as Hakamo raised his foot to inspect it. Pink and yellow were clearly visible. “I'll get the bucket."

“Mo…" came the whined complaint from outside as Thomas retrieved the charcoal.

“No. If we're gonna do this we're gonna do it right. Once we're on the streets, it'll be dry, just gotta avoid the puddles." He placed the charcoal bucket and his torn shirt from the other day down on the grass before sliding everything back into place. “Right, let's get to the guard station and we'll dry you off and make you less shiny."

“Hak." He said wryly before falling in line behind Thomas. It only took a few minutes to get to the town's guard station. Fortunately the expected mobster was chilling out inside, chatting about something apparently quite funny to the suited man and not the guard. They snuck around behind the building and Thomas used the last of the charcoal to coat Hakamo-o's feet in the black powder.

“That should do. We just have to stick to the pathways." Hakamo-o was nervously scratching behind his plates. “No, none of that." Thomas said sternly, quickly trying to smear some of the leftover charcoal on the exposed pink. “You gotta ignore it till we're in the poke center at least." Hakamo looked frustrated, but nodded in understanding. “Okay, lets go."

The two stepped out from behind the building and tried their best to look like they were just going about their everyday business. With every step the backpack was becoming more comfortable on Thomas' back, and Hakamo looked less nervous. They had made it through the residences and small shops, and were rounding the corner to head down the main road to the pokecenter when they were stopped in their tracks.

“Well, shit." Thomas cursed as the two laid eyes on the Poke Center, or rather the two black four-wheel-drives parked out front with six black suited men all standing around looking very serious. “This is a problem." Hakamo grabbed the man's shirt and pointed off down the road. Between two building the blue lights of the police station could be seen further into town. “Yeah, but we gotta get past them, or go the long way round." Hakamo-o made loops in the air with a finger. Thomas sighed. “Okay, long way it is."

They took a side street and began to make their way around a large construction site. That's when Thomas first noticed they were being followed. A Suited man was keeping pace behind them, with a Hitmonchan following just behind. “Gonna be taking a turn here, look in the shop's glass to see who's following us." He half whispered to Hakamo-o. The pokemon kept his stride, but Thomas could tell he'd rattled him. “It's only a problem if you hear them running once you're out of sight."

As they turned the corner, the police station came into view a block away. After a few steps, Hakamo-o posture changed, turning back towards where the Hitmonchan was. He looked up at Thomas and took off down the road at full tilt. “Shit!" He cried out after the pokemon before breaking into a sprint himself. They were almost at the blue building when a crash from behind them signalled the arrival of the Hitmonchan; his brief trip through and possibly over the construction site sending him hurtling onto a bus-stop before resuming his chase.

Paying attention to the crash and not where he was going, Thomas ran full tilt into a suit. The suit remained upright while the man was sent flying. He slowly picked himself up as he heard the Hitmonchan approach. Hakamo-o was just outside the Police Station door when a big hand reached down to pick the man up. “If you're gonna run that fast, best to look where you're going." The familiar voice of one of last nights visitors wafted down from above. Thomas' blood froze as he looked up into the big guy's face, his shocked partner standing a few feet away. The Hitmonchan arrived a couple seconds later, bowing to the two men before pointing at Thomas, then Hakamo-o.

“You holdin' out on us?" The raticate-faced man joked, looking between the two. “Thought you said you ain't got no pokemon."

Thomas had to think quick. Fortunately, it was a skill he was known for; you don't get far on the streets if you don't know how to play them. “Keep him away from me!" He pointed back at Hitmonchan and tried to get behind the big guy. “He's chasing me and I- we can't battle!"

“We?" The skinny guy asked, raising an eyebrow. “Who's we?"

Thomas pointed at Hakamo-o “Shadow!" He blurted out. “I-I walk people's pokemon. I walk them in the morning before I busk. I don't get much, but I get to be around pokemon… I want to be a trainer…" He began mumbling as the big guy let him go. “But I'm not a trainer, so if the pokemon I'm walking fights another pokemon I get put on a blacklist and can never become a trainer!" That much was true, if one were to battle pokemon without at least a trainer's license, then they would be suspended and possibly even permanently restricted from ever owning or training pokemon.

The raticate-faced man brushed down Thomas' shirt. “Yeah, we get it, ya can't battle. Sorry 'bout that. Johnny can get a bit jumpy sometimes." He pointed to the suited man rounding the corner out of breath, who in turn pointed to Thomas. The big guy waved Johnny away, who nodded and collapsed against the fence outlining the construction yard. “That guy really needs to get in shape." He shook his head before shooing the Hitmonchan away as well.

“What's going on?" Officer Jenny shouted from across the road, Hakamo-o standing behind her.

“It's all a misunderstanding, Officer." the men laughed, backing away from Thomas. “Ain't no problem here."

“I don't like mobsters setting up shop in my town" She was red faced and storming over to Thomas as the men retreated slowly. “But so far you've done nothing 'illegal' so I can't kick you out."

“We're goin' we're goin'." The raticate-faced man threw his hands up in mock surrender.

“Thomas!" The focus of Officer Jenny's rage was now upon the frazzled busker. “What are you doing with those… Thugs?!"

“I, well, we I mean…" He looked around, the suited men keeping their distance but still wanting to see how everything would go down. “Nothing happened. I mean I was just walking Shadow over there and I thought a Hitmonchan wanted to battle and I was running but everything is fine." Then he remembered why he was there. “But can I get a glass of water?"

“Ugh!" Officer Jenny threw her hands up in frustration. “Come in then!" She shouted before striding back into her station. Thomas followed along still playing the wounded puppy look for the men in suits. At least until he got through the doors.

“Thank Arceus!" He groaned, slumping against the closed door once inside the police station. Hakamo-o ran over to give him a hug, rubbing black all over Thomas' shirt.

Officer Jenny returned with a bottle of water and looked at the two. “Okay, what's really going on?"

Thomas took a swig from the bottle, gulping it down before drying his mouth off on his arm. “Short story; from what I can tell one of those mobsters killed this Hakamo's Trainer-"

“Hakamo-o, but continue." Officer Jenny interrupted. The pokemon nodded, partly wanting to grin at her getting his species name right, but saddened from the mention of his trainer's demise.

“Okay. Killed the Hakamo-O's Trainer, and I think they're after him as well." Thomas took another swig of water. “So we came here to… I dunno, get you to help?"

Officer Jenny sighed. “Okay. Take a seat, and let's get the long story." She walked over to her computer terminal and punched a few keys. The screen lit her face as she navigated some menus and typed some more. But after twenty seconds or so she made her way over to the table and chairs that she had indicated Hakamo-o and Thomas sit at. They had taken a seat on one side, Hakamo having taken the backpack off Thomas to check the condition of its contents after his fall. Officer Jenny took her seat - notebook in hand - and prompted Thomas to continue. “Long Story, Go."

With a deep intake of breath, Thomas recounted the events of the past couple days. He started with his decision to head to the Nanab Berry farm and the encounter with the grey suited man in the forest. He described the Electivire and Magmortar, doing his best to fill out an identification chart of their markings while relating the events leading up to their return to the town. He stumbled when talking about where he was staying overnight as he was pretty sure Officer Jenny didn't know where he called 'home' and would probably evict him if she did. But he described how the same two men as outside were looking around at night for Hakamo-o. Lastly he recounted the morning's adventure starting with charcoal and ending with sitting in the Police Station.

“Well, that's one helluva story." Jenny said, wiping her brow as she placed her cap on the table. She turned to Hakamo-o. “And all that's true?" He nodded without hesitation. “And your trainer?" She added softly. He pulled the bloodied vest out of the bag and gently unfolded it on the table. Under the sterile light of the Police Station, the blood seemed more prominent. A tear rolled down the pokemon's face as he brushed the stain as though it were dirt that could just be jostled away. “We'll find who did this." Officer Jenny stated, getting up to walk away.

But Hakamo-o leapt over to grab her jacket. “HAK!" He tugged her over to his bag, quickly ruffling through it to find a call card and a photo. “Haka! Mo!" He pointed to the two men in the photo. Both were in explorers garb.

Thomas took a look. “Hey, the one on the left, that's your trainer right?"

But Hakamo-o ignored him. He held the call card up and instead pointed to the man on the right. “You want to call him?" Jenny thought a moment before nodding. “Come this way." She led the sooty pokemon over to a vid-terminal, activating it with the press of a button. “Do you know how to-" Hakamo-o answered her question before she could ask it, tapping away with his claw before inserting the call card. Officer Jenny turned to Thomas. “I sent out an alert for a possible murder before sitting down, I just need to update the system with what you've told me. Can I borrow this?" She asked Hakamo-o, reaching for the photo. The pokemon looked her up and down, then over to Thomas before letting go with a nod.

As she walked off, the screen blinked into video mode, a scratchy voice erupting from the speakers as Hakamo-o sighed in relief. “Darius Colman speaking."

“Hak!" He exclaimed.

“Sorry, I've met a lot of your species, but I don't remember-" Hakamo-o remembered the charcoal covering his face. Quickly he grabbed what was left of the water in the bottle given to Thomas and splashed his face, the pink and yellow beneath darkened by the powder, but visible now. “Jeremy? Is that you?" Hakamo-o nodded.

“Jeremy?" Thomas muttered to himself. He felt kinda bad not knowing the name of his new friend until now, not to mention not having asked in the first place.

Jeremy let loose a tirade of his language to Darius, the man nodding as he took in everything that happened. Then when the Hakamo-o stumbled over his own words and began tearing up Darius became enraged. “They DIDN'T! THEY WOULDN'T!" He flung items off his desk until he found an intercom. “Get Jackson in here, NOW!" He turned back towards the camera. “Jeremy, are you safe?"

“Hak. Hakamo, Mo." He turned towards Thomas and waved him over. “Hak, hak."

Thomas walked over to the viewscreen. “Hello." He said sheepishly.

“Hak, Hakamo-o Haka. Mo." Jeremy explained.

“You kept those four safe?" Darius asked Thomas with a very serious tone.

Thomas nodded, then looked puzzled. “Four?"

Darius' gaze shot to Jeremy. “Hak!" He gave the 'calm down' gesture before retrieving the backpack and opening it. Pushing aside the various contents revealed a small green pokemon, looking like a tadpole with a ruby in its belly. “Mo, Haka. Mo."

Darius collapsed in his chair, relieved. “Thank Arceus!" Jeremy could no doubt feel Thomas' confused stare burning the back of his head. “Had me scared for a moment, you did." He leaned forward until his face almost entirely filled the screen and whispered. “We can't let those bastards get that pokemon!" Thomas looked confused, staring at the small green pokemon before turning to look at Jeremy, then Darius. “If it's tucked away in the bag I guess… I take it that means Johnathan couldn't get it in a Pokeball?"

“Hak." Jeremy shook his pink and yellow head, the armor plates clanking as he did so. “Hakamo."

“That means you'll have to bring it here in person." Darius sighed, knowing an owner-less pokemon would find it incredibly difficult to travel freely what with the rising number of trainers seeking battles and now this mob of thugs trying to capture the pokemon. He thought about it in silence. Then a smile crept across his face. “What's your name, son?" Darius asked, sitting in his chair as he tapped away at a computer offscreen.

“Thomas. Thomas Drake." Jeremy raised an amused eyebrow while Darius let out a bellowing laugh.

“Perfect!" Darius said, typing a little more in the computer. “How would you like to accompany Jeremy here as his new trainer?"

Thomas' eyes lit up, “Yes! Definitely!" But his brain stepped in, reminding him of Professor Eucalypt's decision. “Except, I'm not a trainer."

Darius' fingers stopped clacking away as he turned to face the camera again. “Not a trainer?"

“I-" Thomas gulped. Twice in an hour he would be telling someone of his failure, once was bad enough but at least that was Officer Jenny. This man was offering him something he'd wanted for years, and now Thomas had to turn him down. “I've applied for years, but I… I can't afford-"

“Hak." Jeremy interrupted. “Mo, oh. Hakamo."

“Hmm… I see." Darius rubbed his chin. “Who's the Professor up there? Still Eucalypt?" Thomas nodded curiously. “Hold on." the man tapped away at his keyboard again before the screen split in two, revealing the kindly face of Professor Eucalypt. “Gerald!"

“Darius! It's been a while. And Thomas?" Thomas waved sheepishly. “Well, this is a surprise."

“Gerald, I have a favour to ask of you. It appears as though some thugs have killed Parker Simons." Professor Eucalypt had been taking a sip of his coffee, coffee that was now a stain on his lab coat. “Thomas here seems to have come across his pokemon escaping those men and is willing to escort them back to the lab."

“Darius, I'm sorry to hear that. But why don't you just mail the pokemon? It would be much faster."

“I would, but there's one that… won't co-operate." He nodded to Jeremy, who once again revealed the bags contents. Professor Eucalypt's eyes bulged. “He found one, Gerald. Parker found one."

“Unbelievable." The professor rubbed his eyes, blinking before staring at the screen again. Then his brain caught up with the rest of what Darius had said. “Thomas? Thomas isn't a trainer yet."

“And what if I offer to pay him for his services?" Thomas was just as taken aback as the professor. “Was the young man's financial situation the only thing holding him back?"

Professor Eucalypt sighed, a faint smile crossing his face. “He aced absolutely everything else. Multiple times over. For years." despite looking into the only camera, Thomas felt as though the professor was looking straight to him when he spoke. “Easily the best trainer I've seen in many years."

A man ran into view on Darius' screen, Darius sternly speaking to him before the shocked man ran off again. “So, Gerald. Do we have a deal?"

“If you can guarantee Thomas payment for the trip and at least consider giving him a constant job, then…" He sighed, shrugging “Then I guess you have a deal." Jeremy wrapped his arms around Thomas in a big hug. “Thomas, get over here and we'll make it official."

“Uh, that might not be easy." Thomas looked at the now considerably more pink Hakamo-o looking up at him. “We only barely made it to Officer Jenny without being spotted by the men in suits."

“Suits?" The professor questioned before standing up to wander over to the window. “Where the hell did they come from?"

“Showed up yesterday afternoon." Thomas answered. “They're all over town, specifically looking for Jeremy." He indicated the pink and yellow pokemon next to him.

“Okay, okay." Professor Eucalypt stood up and looked around for his keys. “I can fake a delivery. The Police Station has a back dock, I'll park there in maybe ten minutes. I'll take you back to the lab and we'll get everything sorted out. We'll chat later, Darius." He waved goodbye and the screen returned to just showing Darius' face.

Thomas was overjoyed. Unbelievably everything was falling into place, and not only was he now technically employed, but Professor Eucalypt was going to sign his Trainer's License. “Mister Drake," Darius' voice brought the man's attention back to the screen. “I'm setting up an account for you…" He tapped away at the keyboard. “Is Officer Jenny there?"

“I'm here!" Came a voice from behind the main desk.

“Officer, do you have a Card Machine there?"

“One sec…" Some clangs and thuds echoed through the station before Jenny appeared carrying a bulky box with a small slot on one side. She then placed it down next to the vid-phone with a solid thunk. “Just gotta connect this…" She ducked around behind it and began plugging in several cables. “There you go."

“Thank you. Give it a few minutes to warm up and I'll print you a pay card. We'll sort out a proper contract and such when you get here, but for now I'll put you down for an intern's salary."

“Thank you!" Thomas said, tears threatening to break free. “You have no idea how much this means to me."

“I've got some idea." Darius tapped away at the computer once more before pointing to the screen. “You now have temporary custody of Parker's belongings, including his Pokemon. Keep in mind because that little one has refused a ball it is still considered wild so if you are detained by Authorities they are technically in their right to remove it from you."

Thomas slowly turned to look at Officer Jenny. She patted him on the back. “I'm no scientist, but I understand how research works. And how stubborn Pokemon can be. You're fine with me." Thomas let out a sigh of relief. “Can't say the same for anyone else. But if one of those thugs does manage to get their hands on that pokemon, you'll have no right to take it back from them. Keep that in mind."

“So they're chasing Jeremy for that pokemon then?" Thomas asked, not directing his question to any particular party but more giving it as a statement.

“Hak…" Jeremy waved his hand back and forth as if to say-

“Maybe." Darius turned to face the camera again. “Parker, rest his soul, was one of the best Dragon-type researchers we had. Jeremy you no doubt understand is a 'Shiny' Hakamo-o, a pretty rare find. If those thugs are who you say they are my guess would be they're the Rocket Rising."

“Giovanni's loyalists?" Officer Jenny sounded like she was trying to remember something.

“More like fanatics. They have gone more the thuggish corporate direction than the gangs of teens with Koffings one. Very dangerous group. All about the rare pokemon." Jackson ran back into frame, holding an identity card. “Good timing! Here, I'm scanning this one through as well. This is your company ID card. We have several shops that offer discounts as well as labs you can access. As an intern it will only be limited access, but enough you can get in after hours to get somewhere safe, if you need to."

“Again, thank you." Thomas said as the card printer's red light stopped blinking and turned into a solid green.

“Printer's all warmed up here. Send when ready." Officer Jenny informed Darius as she checked to make sure there were blank cards inside.

“Both card files have been sent. Look, Thomas. I have a lot to organise to make a path clear for you. If you can, get to the coast and catch a cruise liner here. You'll have a lot less interference out there and short of flying, it's the quickest way. If that stops being an option, try for a bus inland. It'll take a lot longer, but they probably won't expect you to go that way."

“I'll try for the coast first then." Thomas decided, looking to Jeremy for his opinion; the pink and yellow head plates clanking as he nodded in agreement. “Thank you, again. I won't let you down."

Darius sighed. “Parker gave his life for what's in that bag, I won't ask you to do the same, but hopefully that gives you an idea of how important that pokemon is." He tapped a few more things on his desk, letting that fact sink in. “Thomas Drake, welcome to the Dragon Research Institute. You can call me using the encrypted call card at any time, and if I may give you a bit of advice on your trip," He leaned in close to the camera “Tell no-one of that treasure. Collectors, scientists, gangs, they would all like to have that pokemon for their own ends. Don't let that bag out of your sight!"

And with that, Darius had given a small salute and terminated the call. Thomas stared in silence at the blank screen before being set upon by a particularly affectionate Hakamo-o. “Hey." He hugged the pokemon back. They sat there for a moment while the card printer did it's thing. Eventually it emitted a sharp tone, the small light near the slot flashing orange as it spat out two cards. Thomas picked them up and examined the plastic rectangles.

One was a simple payment card embossed with his name and the date of cancellation. He slid that into his empty wallet straight away. The second card he stared at for a moment then laughed. Jeremy, curious, grabbed the ID from Thomas' fingers and took a look himself. Darius must have taken a screenshot and cropped it to use as the photo ID, as Thomas looked the way he did right now; bemused, mouth open slightly with his hair ruffled from having taken a tumble earlier not to mention the smudges of dirt on his cheeks from sleeping on the floor the night prior.

“Well, I suppose it'll do for now." Thomas chuckled, sliding the ID into his wallet opposite the other card. “So." He said, turning to the still sooty pink and yellow pokemon. “Jeremy." He held his hand out, shaking the Hakamo-o's hand once it was given. “Good to finally meet you properly." Jeremy blushed a little as he squeezed the mans hand. “Damn, I should have asked. Do the other two have names?"

“Mo." Hakamo shook his head. He looked around to try and find something to explain before happening upon the station's calendar. He pointed to it then the blank part of the wall next to it, then again next to that and again before pointing to himself.

“So, Parker caught you a few years ago?" Jeremy nodded. Then he walked over to the calendar again, pointed to the current date, then dragged his finger back a week. “And last week he caught…" Jeremy did his best impression of the little green pokemon, going bug eyed and holding his limbs close. “The… whatever it is?" a soft clanging came from Jeremy's head as he nodded. Then he flipped the calendar one month back and covered his eyes, making small yapping sounds. “The Deino was caught last month. Okay." Jeremy pointed to the end of the month and tapped, then dragged his finger back to the start of the month. He placed a hand either side of his head and stuck his fingers up like antennae then yawned. “Heh, and the Sliggoo earlier that month too."

“Hak. Hakamo." Jeremy nodded, smiling. He wandered over to the backpack and pulled out Parker's vest. He thumbed the stain and badges, taking a few moments to let the feel of it sink in. Then with a sigh he turned to Thomas and offered the vest to him. The man looked down at the vest, then at the pokemon holding it. He took the piece of clothing and unfurled it.

Smiling, Thomas flung it over Jeremy's shoulders. “I think he'd rather you have it." Jeremy nervously slipped his arms through and settled the fabric against his scaled skin. “Suits you better anyway." Thomas chuckled, slapping the pokemon gently on the back. “He'd be proud of how far you went to keep that little guy safe. Let's keep it up." And with that, he strapped the bag back up and swung it over his shoulder. “C'mon, let's go wait out back."

The Professor had arrived not too long after Thomas and Jeremy had reached the back dock. Bringing a couple crates up to the door on a trolley before buzzing for Officer Jenny. Thomas could see just enough of one of the black cars around the side to tell the Professor was being watched. Jenny pushed Thomas and Jeremy to the side asking them to stay back.

“Ah, I see you've finally had enough of those troublemakers." She said, acting rather well Thomas considered given it wall all so spontaneous.

“Yes, yes. I thought perhaps some time in the sun would calm them down a bit. Shame really." He pushed the boxes through into the rear area with empty cells. Once inside his demeanour changed. “Righto Thomas, into the box. Hakamo-o, you can go back in your ball." He said, removing the two larger crates from the trolley, replacing them with a smaller crate labelled '!Warning Fire Type! Open in controlled environment only' on all sides. Unfortunately for the two would-be occupants it would be quite the squeeze, as it was barely larger than the lockers back at Thomas' high school.

“Slight problem," Thomas said nervously. “Jeremy's ball is broken…"

Professor Eucalypt facepalmed. “I'd have brought a spare if I'd have known. Officer, any spare pokeballs lying around?"

“Sorry Professor," She shrugged “We are supposed to get a department shipment tomorrow and I'm down to my last one. Gotta keep it for emergencies."

“This is an emergency!" Thomas begged.

“Oh, come now, surely you two can both fit in there." She sized the two up alongside the box. “Maybe. It might be a bit of a squeeze…" Thomas rolled his eyes and got into the box on the trolley, laying down with his back resting against the far wall and the bag at his feet. “Okay, now you." She pointed at Jeremy to get in the box. He took a deep breath and crept in, barely able to move with the man taking up most of the floor and part of one side. He tried getting in face-to-face with the man, but ended up turning to face away from him. With both of them barely contained, the Professor closed the door.

“Okay, it may get a bit bumpy, but shouldn't be long before we get you out." He unlocked the brakes on the trolley and pushed it out to the loading dock. The second the door opened, the act was back on. “Hopefully we can cool her temper."

“She certainly is a little Hot Headed." Officer Jenny replied, laughing.

“A little fiery, eh?" He dragged the trolley onto the back of the truck before tying it down.

“You can stop now." Jenny smiled sarcastically before disappearing back into the station. The Professor laughed as he finished securing the load. Then with a little movement from him getting into the cab, the truck revved, lurching forward.

Inside the box, Jeremy and Thomas were being jostled around. Their bodies pressed hard against each other inside the tight confines. However, nobody had mentioned the speedbumps on the way out of the station. The first one flung both of them off the floor, and the second one moved them further around, with Jeremy's head pressed into Thomas' thigh and the mans face just below his pokemon's tail.

“Hak…" Jeremy whispered as he felt Thomas' hot breath on his genital slit.

“Shh!" Thomas whispered back. But he realised why the pokemon was making noise as a musky scent slowly filled his nostrils. In the complete darkness of the box he could see nothing, but as the Professor turned out of the station's driveway he felt Jeremy's hips press against his face, the swelling tip of the pokemon's cock sliding forth from its slit to graze his lips.

That smell combined with tasting Jeremy's pre as the tip bumped his lower lip sent waves of sensual energy through the man's body. Thomas felt his own arousal rising as he decided to make the best of the situation. Opening his mouth he allowed the gradually inflating pokemon cock entry, engulfing the entire organ while it was still small. Jeremy shivered with pleasure, his muzzle breathing hard against Thomas' inner thigh. The heat of his breath causing the same reaction with the human, the man's pants bulging with arousal.

Deft fingers hooked through Thomas' zipper, releasing his manhood into the now warm, dark air of the box. Immediately it was inhaled by Jeremy, his broad tongue wrapping around the meaty member as he enjoyed the human's taste. His paws, now free to roam Thomas' body did so with frenzied purpose. Claws ran from the man's thighs down to his ankles and back, tracing along the inside of his legs all the way to his exposed shaft before trailing back.

Thomas moaned in ecstasy as his lower half was treated to a kind of sensual massage he'd never had before. His sounds reverberated through Jeremy's cock, his lips parted further and further by the increasing girth. Feeling the Hakamo-o's tongue swirl around his member made him shudder, and realise he should be doing the same. Sliding his tongue against the pokemon's member, Thomas' eyes were opened to a whole new experience. The saltiness and earthiness of Jeremy's cock mixed with the sweetness of his pre to form a delicious exotic cocktail. He moaned again, eliciting another mini-flood of pre which he swallowed greedily.

Jeremy redoubled his efforts as Thomas greedily guzzled the pokemon's pre. The broad tongue worked it's magic against the human shaft, milking the man for all he was worth. Then to add to the situation, the truck pulled onto the main thoroughfare; an area of road in the town centre paved in cobblestone. The bumpy ride only sought to push Jeremy further onto and into Thomas, the long, thick poke-cock thrust deep into Thomas' throat after one particularly forceful bump. Thomas gulped, forcing his muscles to swallow around the massive member before wrestling a hand free from his side to push Jeremy up again. The man gasped for breath before moaning hungrily and letting Jeremy drop with his full weight back into his throat.

It was all too much for the pokemon, the bumps from the cobblestone and moaning from Thomas driving him over the edge. Ramming his muzzle down over the man's member to stifle his orgasmic scream, Jeremy came. Blast after blast of thick hot seed flowed down Thomas' throat. Jeremy's grey snout compressed around the man's member, sucking hard in time with his pulsing cock as a way of keeping quiet, though a low growl reverberated through the box.

The growl was like a vibrator wrapped around Thomas' cock, pushing the man past his own limits as he felt his stomach being filled with hot pokemon cum. His first shot of jism plastered the back of Jeremy's throat, the growl growing in intensity as he felt his human partner release. The broad pokemon tongue slid back around the man's tip and tasted the human seed, Jeremy sighing at the pleasant taste.

The two remained locked together suckling each other until they were empty. The cobblestone had ended a while ago, and it wasn't until they felt the truck go down a steep ramp that Thomas realised they'd arrived at the lab. He tapped Jeremy's side, the pokemon slowly pulling himself up and out of the human's mouth as he withdrew from the man's cock as well..

Thomas rubbed his jaw. “Well that was an experience." Jeremy shifted around in the box, trying to get back into his original position as Thomas did his fly back up. “We're just going through the Lab's underground delivery dock. Urp!" Thomas covered his mouth, then laughed. “Guess I don't need breakfast now."

“Hak, Haka hak." Jeremy sighed happily, reaching back to pat Thomas' belly. “Oh, Mo Haka."

A hearty chuckle filled the box. Thomas hugged Jeremy tight “Definitely." The truck came to a halt, the sound of the cab door opening echoed through the underground concrete structure. “Hopefully the Professor won't suspect anything…" he whispered into the pokemon's ear.

The dull thud of the lock sliding open brought both of their attention to the door. Professor Eucalypt stood grinning on the other side “Survive the trip?" He held his hand out for Jeremy to take it,pulling the pokemon out when he could. “Didn't have much trouble. Apparently your growling was pretty convincing. I could hear it from inside the cab."

Thomas and Jeremy looked at each other, trying not to blush. “Good to know." Thomas mused, crawling out with his bag in tow. “Bit bumpy, but nothing broken." He dusted himself off, the soot shaken off Jeremy during the trip coating him head to toe.

“Arceus! You're a mess." The professor looked the two up and down. “How about you two have a shower while I get the paperwork sorted. I'll see if I can find some clothes for you as well." He turned, smiling, and led the way to the Lab's change rooms.

Thomas was relieved to have gotten out of the station in one piece, and was overjoyed at the prospect of not only working, but travelling with his newfound friend, Jeremy. Things were starting to look up, and after a shower, he would be finally getting his starter pokemon, finally becoming a proper trainer. He tapped the wallet-shaped bulge in his pants, thinking of the photograph within. “I did it." A tear of joy rolled down his cheek, marking the charcoal on his face. He rubbed Jeremy's shoulder as the two walked into the lab's elevator. “We did it."

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