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[b][u][center]Pokémon Polyamory

Chapter 4: Violence in Violet City

Sponsored by Lorvianne

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

The storm took far too long to pass, but at least it meant that his clothes were dry when it was finally over and done with. Jared shook his head, pulling them on and flattening them out as best he could. The water had left him with quite a few wrinkles in the jacket and shirt, and his pants felt like they were clinging to his legs more tightly than he’d like. The feeling was like having just taken a swim, and he knew that he was going to be due for another one if he wasn’t quick.

He scratched his leg where Totodile had cum on him, trying not to think about that mess and how it would smell. He knew that he was being hyper-conscious of it right then, knowing that he was worried that someone, anyone might smell it and realize what he was doing, but no matter how much he told himself that, it didn’t make it better.

[i]I’m not a breeder. I might have worked for some before, but…but I’m not.[/i]

Jared shook his head, trying not to look down at the pokéball at his waist, and most definitely trying not to think about how it felt to have that little guy working him up and teasing him the way that the croco-saur had done. It was bad enough that he had allowed it to happen once. He did not need to go down that route again, and he most definitely didn’t need to give himself permission to fantasize about it.

[i]We’re not doing that again…even if we can…talk…[/i]

That was the scary part. If Totodile could actually talk out loud, then there was no way in hell that he could ever let the little guy out of his ball when they were in public. If he talked, and someone heard him…

But no. It might not be that bad. The little guy remembered drugs and what sounded like Psychic Pokémon working him over. That meant that whoever that one scientist had been in touch with had been working on the experiment that the old organization had been theorizing about, using the mental powers of Psychics to bind with some chemicals, and then using those chemicals to create a more personal bond between the Pokémon in question and the trainer that…well, did that with them.

If that was the case, no wonder that scientist wanted Totodile back. He wasn’t just getting kickbacks from the organization for allowing some rough breeding to happen. He was going so far as to sell these Pokémon into more full slavery. He probably had a buyer lined up and everything.

[i]And I let them take the scientist away, and with how stupid they were, thinking they’d be able to track someone with a name…[/i]

Jared wanted to kick himself. He was no law enforcement operative, but he knew that they were probably going to lose all the information that that scientist had. They were going to lose the only lead that might get them closer to the organization out here, and his superiors were going to be [i]pissed.[/i]

But…

That wasn’t his problem.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped out of the cave into the last light of the day. There was just enough of a sunset to guide him towards Violet City, and the Pidgey swarm had moved on after the storm. They seemed to have been pushed out by it, no longer comfortable staying in the area after the skies dropped a Hydro Pump on them. He shook his head, making his way down the road.

Violet City loomed large over him, and for the first time, it felt like he was in a decently-developed place. There were tree-houses all over the area, some of them leaning out over the road, the others tucked into the leaves as if they were nests. He saw that the roads were less well-kept than Cherrygrove, but that wasn’t a bad thing. It meant that there was a natural feeling to the place that was lacking in other cities.

He walked around the corner, finding himself face to face with the local Pokémon center. He knew he’d have to go there eventually, get the new Pokémon healed up, but for the moment, he veered away, wanting a look at the rest of the town.

Aside from the different homes in the trees, there was a Pokémon gym, one that seemed to show off by being as tall as possible. The arena seemed to be built into the roof, which was something new to him, and the actual badge was displayed over the door. Whoever the gym leader was, he seemed to be particularly confident with his power if he was going to be that brazen with displaying what people could win.

Not that he wanted to go there anytime soon. He had a lot of work to do around here, particularly if that punk came this way.

Jared rubbed his head as he leaned against one of the trees in the middle of the town, the crossroads that split the whole place between north, south, east, and west. Looking to the north, he could see the tower that loomed over the whole town. It leaned this way and that, slowly swaying, and he shivered a bit as he imagined what that would feel like on the higher levels.

No thanks to that, for sure.

Glancing south, he could see that the road took a winding path further on, probably leading south to whatever city was down in that direction, whatever city that someone could sail from Cherrygrove to reach. And to the west, he saw a gatehouse, probably to keep track of anyone that was coming in and out.

If the punk had run this way and was still here, he was probably in the tower. If he had kept running, then he was going south.

Normally, he wouldn’t care about that asshole. He would have just gone on with his day, forgotten about a fight that hadn’t completely gone his way, but…

But there’d been something about the way that he was willing to treat his Cyndaquil that bothered him.

[i]He wanted to hurt his Pokémon to make it obey…[/i]

Jared didn’t like that. People? People were cruel, and they weren’t good to each other. They were willing to lie and cheat and stab you in the back, but you knew that going in. You knew that the average person had a decent chance of being a complete and total asshole, so you could mentally prepare for that sort of thing.

But Pokémon…Pokémon weren’t like that. They were animals. Smart animals, but animals, and they generally didn’t have a mean bone in their body. Well, some of them, yeah, but not because they were just outright trying to fuck with you.

[i]You don’t hurt things like that. You don’t.[/i]

He shook his head. It was none of his business, and he should honestly leave it to the police. And he would have, if they had been even slightly competent when he had been talking to them. The last thing that they had projected was that, however. They had been more like the clueless cops that he had pulled one scam after another on back in Kanto, though these ones somehow made them look like geniuses.

No. The only way that this guy was going to learn a lesson was if he took the chance to do it himself. He didn’t need to go out of his way to find the asshole, but if their paths crossed, then he was going to take his chance. There was going to be a reckoning. Particularly when the fucker managed to break his nose last time.

He rubbed his face at the memory, shaking his head again. It was still a bit twingy, but it was doing better than it otherwise would have been. He planned on returning the favor.

The wind changed, and he tilted his head as the chill of night started to fall on the town. He needed to get some shelter, and soon.

[i]Looks like it’s down to the Pokémon center, after all.[/i]

#

He had left Bellsprout and Pidgey with the nurse at the desk, and had taken the offer of a side room for the night. No need to rough it this time. And it was free, even better.

After taking a shower to wash off the sweat and seed that still clung to him, he laid down and looked up at the ceiling. The feeling of being wrong, of having done something wrong, was still laying pretty heavily on him. You didn’t just go around fucking your Pokémon, and yet, he had come dangerously close to doing just that.

Not quite over the edge, yet, but closer than he should have allowed it to go. He was the trainer, and that was not that different from being a parent over a child. He was supposed to make sure that nothing dangerous happened, that nothing out of the ordinary actually occurred. He was supposed to take care of his Pokémon, not let them…do that.

His cock still twitched at the remembrance of that feeling, though, and being naked on his small bed didn’t make it easier to ignore. He looked down at his dick as it rose up, throbbing and twitching from remembering being between Totodile’s feet, the head swelling slightly as it remembered being jammed under Totodile’s tail. The feeling of that tight pucker, the way that it had been bending, about to accept him…

No. He slapped the side of his face. He slapped himself hard enough to make a cracking sound, and it stopped his thoughts right in their tracks.

No.

“I’m not going to get off thinking of that. We’re not going to do that. And we’re not going to be doing that ever again.”

At his side, the pokéball Totodile was hiding in was shaking slightly. He wondered if the little guy could hear him, or if this was another side-effect of what they had been doing. The last thing that he needed was company while he was naked, but…

Well, he’d tossed his clothes in the laundry already. It was going to be a few hours until they were completely clean again, and that meant that he only had a towel to stay covered. It would have to be enough. His failings didn’t mean that he had to completely distance himself from the little guy.

Wrapping the towel around his waist – and pinching his thighs together to keep his dick from making a bulge – he tapped the ball. Totodile immediately jumped out, forming out of the white light that it turned into inside the ball, and started dancing.

“Yeah-yeah-yeah, out of the ball again. Oooooh, yeah.”

“Is that what you were always saying?”

“Yeah. Didn’t hear me before?”

“I couldn’t understand you before.”

Despite keeping his voice down, he kept glancing at the door. He knew that there was a possibility of someone in the hallway passing by and hearing them, and this could be a way to figure out just how Totodile sounded to people other than him. If they wanted to come in and see if there was someone else hiding out in a one-person room, then he’d have a chance to put the little guy back in his ball. If they passed by and said that it was weird for someone to be talking to their Pokémon like that, then it’d be evidence that he was…well, not safe, but safer.

He tried to relax on the bed, putting his arms behind his head, looking at the door as if it was nothing. Totodile hopped up beside him, the little blue croco-saur wiggling up to sit by his chest, almost on it.

“What’s going on? Where are we?”

“Violet City.”

“Where’s that?”

“Somewhere north of where Elm’s lab was.”

“Oh. Is that very far away?”

“About a day’s walk.”

“That’s far.”

He shrugged, and the Totodile leaned over him. The little guy kicked his legs a few times, dragging himself up and over onto Jared’s chest. Nothing was poking out right then, but the Totodile seemed to be rather touchy-feely, almost like he was trying to make up for all the rubbing and grinding earlier with some cuddling now.

It wasn’t a bad thing, and he hugged the little Pokémon in appreciation.

“Are you better now?” Totodile asked.

“I’m doing okay.”

“You feel tight.”

“Heh, that’s not something that you hear from someone that you…well, never mind.”

“Sex?”

“Huh?”

“We had sex-fun. Breeding fun. What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, as a general rule, we’re not supposed to do that.”

“But…we do it all the time. Me and others.”

“…Others?”

“Yeah. Lots of other humans. And the other Pokémon, too.”

Jared slowly sat up, looking down at Totodile with a raised eyebrow. It was one thing to see just one of the Pokémon acting a bit weird, but to hear that there might be more…

“Which other Pokémon?”

“Lots. Me, Cyndaquil, and Chikorita were all getting bred, all the time. Elm was never there, so he didn’t know, but his assistant kept taking us to this place, and we had a lot of fun there. Well, I had fun. Cyndaquil kinda cried a lot, and Chikorita was quiet.”

All three. All three had been taken away for that sort of thing, and now one of them was in the hands of a thug that wanted to beat it into submission, and the other was still in the hands of a completely oblivious Professor. The little guys were going to be in hell at this rate, and that wasn’t fair to them in the slightest.

He rubbed his face as he leaned back on his pillow, trying to think it through. There was a breeding ring in Johto, that much was clear. There were trainers that were willing to pay money to get the chance to just fuck Pokémon, or to have Pokémon trained to want to fuck them. His superiors had assumed that was the case, which was why he was here in the first place, to try and root that out before it got worse.

But then there was the other side of things. The part that had taken it further than just what the people back in Kanto had been doing. The part where the breeding wasn’t [i]just[/i] for pleasure…

[i]If they started bonding Pokémon and people with Psychic types, then they’re closer to what the old group was doing than my handlers thought…[/i]

Totodile nuzzled into his chest as Jared lost himself in thought, drifting off into old memories…

#

[i]The underground facility stretched out beneath Celadon. Some called that city the perfumed city, while others called it the city of sin. The cops were constantly complaining about the gambling machines, the buying and selling of Pokémon through the different gambling facilities, and the not-quite-legal TMs and other things in the stores. There were always problems with the legalities of the different goods that came through the city, but they were the least of the crimes being committed.

Jared stood at the edge of the viewing chamber, trying not to look through the windows that the rest of his colleagues gathered around. He could hear what was going on through the intercom already; he didn’t need to see it for himself.

The sickening squelches that filled his ears were accompanied by lustful grunting, the soft smack, smack, smack of an overweight man slamming into something smaller than him. Here and there, the soft ‘vee-vee’ of the unlucky Eevee on the other side of the glass could be heard, squeaking through the other, harsher sounds.

“You like that, bitch? You like getting bred by your master?” the trainer said, and Jared clenched his teeth hard enough that he felt like they might break. “Fuck. I’d make you lay my eggs if I could…you sexy little slut…”

The breeding was overseen by at least half a dozen of the organization, some of them running the recording devices to keep the trainer in question under appropriate blackmail, others running scans on the Eevee in the other room, tracking its vitals and the reactions it was having to the latest serum.

Jared, on the other hand, was trying his best to ignore what was happening, trying to plan out what sort of medical work that the little Pokémon was going to need when this was over.

He glanced up, mostly unwillingly, and immediately hissed at the sight before him. A fat, rich trainer that remained nameless was stuffing a cock that was far too big for his Pokémon up a tight little cookie-shaped sex. The Eevee was squirming, its tongue hanging out in unwilling heat, its body craving relief that it would never get. It was held down with its paws against the front of the table, its tail held high, its hips obeying instincts that it doubtlessly hated.

It was bleeding, too. It wasn’t a virgin – he had been sure of that during the medical exam, checking to see if there was any way that he could make this better for the evolutionary wonder – but it was bleeding, nonetheless. The size difference between it and its master meant that there was no way for this to happen painlessly.

The session continued for nearly ten more minutes, the fat man taking forever to finish. When he did, he jammed himself in deep, and the various scientists clustered around their computers.

It was none of his business, but Jared couldn’t help but hear them as they muttered to themselves.

“Nothing. The serum’s not working yet.”

“They’re bonding, though. The Eevee’s brainwave patterns are changing.”

“They’re syncing, not bonding. It’s not that obedient yet.”

“It’s good enough. As long as it’s not too strong-willed, the sync can substitute.”

“Say that when someone brings in a Psychic…”

“What about the breeding?”

“Still not fusing. Project Chimera is still a long way off.”

Jared tuned them out, already getting up. Nobody questioned him as he left. Nobody paid attention to the guy that stole info and worked the infirmary until they needed him.[/i]

#

That had been the day that he had turned evidence against the group. That was the day when he had finally had enough and gone to the authorities, hoping to make it all stop, hoping to make things better for every Pokémon that had been taken in.

Hoping to make things better for the bad things he’d done.

[i]Project Chimera…[/i]

That was the phrase that stuck out in his mind. He had heard it then, and he hadn’t heard it since, but it was a phrase that he had been noodling around for a long time. The authorities had been rather shocked by it, and had been only started listening when he mentioned it, so it must have been something pretty intense.

[i]It had something to do with breeding, with humans and Pokémon being able to…[/i]

That was before the eggs had been common knowledge. That old group had already figured that out, been working through how to take it further, as far as he had been told. He’d half-assumed that they were trying to mix two different Pokémon types together to create something else, a hybrid of sorts…

But what if they were trying to mix humans with Pokémon?

[i]The power of a Pokémon with the mind of a human, and all the obedience of a slave species…and all the other ‘benefits’ of having a human-sized body…[/i]

A shiver ran down his spine as he imagined something like that actually happening. The possibilities of abuse, of pain, and suffering, were just too high. Nothing good could come out of that. Nothing right could happen if people were born like that.

[i]But if they’re starting to build up the bonding experiments again, and are this close…what if they start Project Chimera again?[/i]

What if they managed to perfect it, so that both female Pokémon bred by humans and female humans bred by Pokémon could bear that sort of child? What if the eggs started popping out and these half-human, half-Pokémon started emerging in the world?

What if this group managed to keep them under control?

[i]Then it’d be war, wouldn’t it?[/i]

He froze at the thought. The world hadn’t seen Pokémon used for war in years, for decades, even. The last time that sort of firepower had been unleashed, it had exceeded the old style of fighting by miles. Bullets, missiles, rockets, planes, tanks…what use were they when you had the elements at your command, when you had the little helpers of Rattattas and their strong teeth, capable of ripping through more than little rodents ever should? What happened when the butterflies and bees of the woods were your own enemy, able to piece steel and able to put entire regiments to sleep, or in the hospital from poison?

That was how the war had gone in the past, when it had been Pokémon used against the enemy, when the Pokémon had been operating on orders from their trainers. What would happen when the soldiers were still expendable, but had the thoughts of humans behind them?

How many…

How wrong…

Before he knew it, Jared was wrapping his arms tighter and tighter around the little Totodile, pulling him into a bigger and bigger hug. He only realized that he was doing it when he felt the little croco-saur squirming against him, almost biting him to get loose.

“Sorry.”

He let go, shaking his head. Totodile immediately gave a comedic heave for air, and then looked up at him.

“What was that for?”

“Bad thoughts.”

“Ones about me?”

“No, just…about what-ifs.”

“You want a distraction?”

“…Not that kind.”

“Awwww.”

“You like that stuff way too much.”

“It’s fun.”

“But not right.”

“Why not right?”

“…I think you need to go back in the ball.”

He gestured to it, and Totodile, after a moment of pouting, did as he was told. The little guy tapped it, and then slipped inside. Jared shook his head, closing his eyes and folding his arms behind his head again.

Time for a nap.

#

The nap turned into a long sleep, and he only woke when the light started peering through his window. He stared at the glass, glaring at the sun outside, and slowly rolled to the side –

RIIIIIP!

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, fuck, ow, fuck…”

The cheap ‘leather’ of the bed-couch pulled on his back where he’d been lying down. Apparently, he hadn’t been as dried off as he thought he was, and it had left a bit of skin behind in the process. Wincing, he got to his feet, going to the laundry machine on the far side of the room and pulling his clothes out.

At least they were clean and dry this time. He slid them on, including the new pair of underwear that he’d bought from the little shop downstairs. The clerk had given him a bit of a raised eyebrow, but hadn’t said anything about it. Then again, he imagined that there were a lot of travelers that ended up ruining their clothes and needing to resupply. Just not usually from a Pokémon center.

With that done, he was able to leave the room with some confidence. Totodile’s pokéball hung from his belt, and as soon as he ran into the nurse at the front desk, he got Bellsprout and Pidgey back, too. Despite the fact that he wasn’t really a trainer, it was good to have them hanging from his belt again. It felt like he was back on track.

It was a whole new day, and he was ready for it to be better than the last one. He walked out of the Pokémon center –

“Useless!”

And immediately spotted the red-haired punk across the square. Standing in the middle of town, the red-haired, black-jacketed asshole was in the process of trying to lodge his boot right up his Cyndaquil’s ass. The little Fire-type was trying to dodge, and only doing it a bit well. Every other blow seemed to land at least a glancing hit on its sides, and the thug didn’t seem in any mood to stop.

Jared didn’t even think. He grabbed all three of his pokéballs at once, and threw them.

The cling-whoosh sound of the balls opening echoed in the air. Totodile didn’t even need a command. The Water-type lunged for the Fire-type, tackling it out of the way and pushing it to the ground, just barely keeping it from getting kicked right then and there. Jared, on the other hand –

CRACK!

The sound of his fist impacting the red-head’s face was more than slightly satisfying, even if it made his wrist hurt afterward. Red-hair went down, hitting the dirt, and Jared shook his head as he walked over him.

“Is that how you fucking treat a Pokémon?”

“Who the – oh fuck…oh fuck, it’s you!”

The thug tried to get out of the way, tried to wiggle back, but Jared grabbed him by the shirt collar. He pulled him back to his feet, then jammed his knee right into the other guy’s stomach.

As the punk slumped forward, gasping for air, he threw him back to the ground.

“People like you…”

“Please…”

There was so much fear in that please, and it was almost enough to make his anger cool. Almost. Seeing someone do that was not acceptable.

He lodged his toe in the red-head’s side, giving him a good kick to the ribs, good enough to send him rolling over. The young man flopped about, gasping for air.

“How’s it feel, huh? How’s it feel when you’re the one that’s getting it from someone stronger than you?”

“Look out!” Totodile shouted.

Jared blinked, turned –

Whoosh!

A sudden surge of embers burst out of Cyndaquil’s back, and no matter how fast he threw himself to the ground, he still caught a bit of it along the side of his head. He screamed, cupping his hand to his face as he went down.

The embers were followed by smoke, filling the central square. The sound of boots slapping earth told him that the punk was back on his feet, but the smoke was too thick to see him.

“Totodile, water gun!”

It was a gamble. He honestly had no idea how much the little guy had leveled up since they had started their travels, but if he had gotten that far –

Thankfully, he had. The burst of water through the smoke cut it, and as the water went into the air and started raining down, it cleared it before it could spread further. It fell, weighed down by the water until it was gone.

Unfortunately, so was the Cyndaquil and its kidnapper.

Groaning, Jared pulled himself back to his feet, biting his lips as he felt the burning heat along the side of his face. It wasn’t a full third-degree burn, but god damn, it hurt. It was probably going to leave a scar, too.

[i]Fucking…why…[/i]

He didn’t even have to finish the question to know why the little Pokémon had defended its abuser. Physical abuse was better than the breeding that it had gone through. Totodile had come out of it with a more sexual way of dealing with the ‘training’ that it had gone through, while that Cyndaquil…

Anything to get away from that pain, that humiliation, that suffering, would probably have been the most welcome thing in the world. Any price would have been worth paying to get out of that, he imagined.

[i]Damn you for doing a good thing by accident,[/i] he thought, looking down the southern road. [i]Well…doing a bad thing that had a good consequence, at least…[/i]

The heat on the side of his face was getting worse, and he was starting to shake. A tear or two were fighting to get loose, and he was huffing softly. He slumped down to his knees, cupping the side of his face harder and harder.

“T…Totodile…”

His Pokémon rushed over. He called Bellsprout and Pidgey back, still holding the side of his face. The burning, the heat, the itch, the [i]pain[/i] was getting worse by the second, and he was shaking hard. He could barely stay up.

“Master?” Totodile asked.

“Water gun. Can you…can you…m-make…cold?”

“Yeah!”

“Do it.”

He pulled his hand down from the side of his face. He didn’t know how bad the burn was, but judging by the way that Totodile was staring at him, it must have been scary.

“Water gun my face. Gently. Gotta…gotta cool it down…”

The little guy nodded, breathing in before letting out a bubbling stream of water. It was so cold that he lost his breath, the shock of it almost making him black out for a second.

But then the relief came. Not much, but enough to function. He held out his arm, and Totodile hopped out, keeping the water flow going. It wasn’t enough to make him feel better, but it was enough to let him focus through the pain.

[i]Burn heal, then to the hospital. If they got one. Hope they got one.[/i]

Then, once he could think better, he had to make a phone call.

He wobbled along, waving off the townsfolk that tried to offer him some help. He didn’t want to be touched. Didn’t want help from them. Didn’t want to get more attention. Right now, the last thing that he needed was even more of that.

He wobbled as he walked, but he kept moving, his head down, his tears of pain mixing with the water that ran down his face. One step after another, he kept telling himself. One step after another.

Eventually, he made it to the Poké-Mart, and he made his way to the front desk. The clerk stared at him, eyes going up and down as water drizzled off his cheeks and onto his shirt, and then onto the floor.

“Burn heal,” he muttered.

“S-sure. You –”

“Burn heal. Then…hospital…”

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