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PART: ONE HUNDREAD & FOUR

“Eva, my dear, could you please take our guests to the liquor lounge, see to their refreshments. I need to some time alone with young thornten, we be along in a short while, I'll see to the care of your meowstic."

The club chairman noted rubbing the smooth corpulent folds of his multiple chins with his stubby chubby fingers, Eva silently bowed her head before giving a faint smile to Ahsoka and the pokémon present. Eva was not at all fond of leaving without her small feline partner, but she took great pride in performing her duties, so with some misgivings she led the guests to out of the chairman's office. Left alone to his own devices at last, the man grins broadly as he pushes his large executive style chair out in front of him, it only took a few moments to enter the small shoe box of a room.

“So how did the young man do?"

He asked the meowstic, the pokémon raised her tiny head forcing a tired but happy expression about her face as she collapsed back down over him, her strength still a long way from recovering sufficiently enough to even give a telepathic response.

“That good hmnnn?...excellent, just excellent this is exactly what I wanted to see, a fresh injection of new blood, most members inherited their membership, with it handed down through the family."

The chairman mused, sitting down in his large fanciful chair, he didn't seem to care if Jack was able to hear him or not as wide grin was spreading from one flesh padded cheek to the other. Lacing his fingers together the portly man looked at Jack who could only for the time being just lay there with half closed addled eyes.

“You may well need to work on your stamina my boy, but I am sure your pokémon can help you out, failing that we have quite a number of pokémon, who could get you into tip top shape in no time flat."

mused the chairman who continued to wait patiently for the trainer to recover his senses enough to comprehend what he had to say, it would take a good few minutes before Jack was cognitive enough to be aware of his surroundings. Wetting his dry lips, he tried to speak but lacked the energy to make the sound so just laid their looking at the chairman.

“Try not to speak, listen as I weave a tale almost as old as this region itself, from days long ago, during ancient times, there were many of nations throughout the world, who promoted the romantic relationships between human and pokémon alike, at times this would often lead interspecies marriages."

The man started, there was a more serious expression upon his face and the carefree tone of his voice had become more firm, it held Jacks attention to every spoken word.

“Even here in this region, after the demise of sir anthro, human and pokémon would share the same bed, and should they seek to bare off spring, the services of a ditto or another human to act as a surrogate would be used. During this time life was good and harmony was said to reigned, or at least for the most part, we can safely surmise there would always have be some troublemakers, with the desire to cause some mischief."

He softly the corners of his mouth spreading upwards into a smile as he continued with his tail.

**“Then came the outsiders, eager to reunite all the regions under a single banner, they brought with them the promises of peace and order, which had been a blessing from Arceus, for those regions left in disarray from the great war. But for our region that was as vibrant as it was peaceful, it held little allure.

At first, they tried to tempt us with wealth but their gold held no value to our forefathers save as decorative trinkets. When greed failed them, they tried to force their ways upon us, weapons that spat fire and lead balls, we know such things as muskets. Having none of this the native pokémon stepped in to defend their humans, it was a complete rout for the outsiders who retreated back to their beach encampments.

However they were not done yet, the leaders of the outsiders came up with the idea, of catching the pokémon that our forefathers considered to be their wives; husbands; mothers; fathers; sons and daughters, with strange devices they had brought with them, these would eventually become the pokéballs we use today."

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**Jack blinked slightly, wondering why he had never heard of this in school or book he had read, if anything it all seemed too farfetched to be true like some ramblings of an insane cult, was this what the club really was some kind of crazed pokémon abusing cult?

Was he and his pokémon in danger being here? He could not answer this but not wanting to provoke this man he stayed silent, he decided to continue listening for now.

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**“With neigh on all the native pokémon caught, outsiders sought to force the people of the island to capitulate to their will, this though backfired horrifically, as our ancestors outraged by this act took up whatever they could lift and swing as a weapon, and attacked the outsiders, driving them back to their ships before releasing their loved ones from captivity.

The next attempt, would come from the outsiders using the pokémon they had brought with them, or to be more precise psychic pokémon. For if gold or brute force would not work then more clandestine methods, might prove more successful instead.

They had expected the native psychic pokémon to shield the minds of the islanders from being rewritten, though doing so would leave them vulnerable in the process. There parts missing to this next part, there was some form of intervention that shielded all the native pokémon, it's not known if it was some legendry pokémon or another force entirely, though whatever occurred all pokémon whose blood line from those ancient times, bare an innate resistance to the brain altering effects of any pokéball to date."

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The chairman paused for a moment for all of this to sink in and for all Jacks misgivings about what he was hearing, he found himself starting to admit to himself even if it was grudgingly, though it did explain as to why most pokémon in his region seemed to be somewhat more independent than from the other regions.

A few minutes passed before the generously corpulent man continued on.

“Perplexed by the native's refusal to submit, the outsiders did something truly underhanded, they left completely. Years would pass before new ships would arrive, filled with settlers from other regions.

**Each settler eager to reap the bounty of this new land they had learned about, at first they seemed content with building their settlements, in times missionaries eager to impart their knowledge unto those they considered to be primitive savage, first encounters where tense to say the least, the sight of pokémon living on par as humans repulsive the missionaries, while the sight of pokémon enslaved within devices the settlers carried around with them, seemed equally as unacceptable to our ancestors.

Things went differently with these outsiders, the missionaries did not demand or through attempt of force to convert the native humans, rather instead showed them many of the skills enjoyed by what they considered as cultured region, from more advanced forms of agriculture, aqueducts, new culinary skills and superior forms of tools.**

Overtime the relationship between the settlers and natives would go from an uneasy tolerance of the other to a merging of cultures as settlements would over time become villages, towns and even cities. The two cultures blend together as each new generation intermarried, Pokémon and Human's would still have intermate relations and marry, while the capture devices would become merely a way of punishing those pokémon, who sought to harm others for their own personal gain, eventually a council formed from both pokémon and human would form, from which new laws would be formed and enforced."

The chair stopped to mop his brow with a handkerchief from his pocket as the mewostic having become somewhat bored began to grind against Jack, her tiny hips grinding as she attempted to provoke a response from the flaccid length still held prisoner with in her depths. She was successful as the sensation of limp muscle become erect once, more filled her with elation, Jack was torn between focusing on what the chairman was saying and what the female pokémon was doing astride his pelvis.

“Fast forward by two hundred years, the region was now ripe for the association in its newest form, to return but unlike their ancestors, they choose to infiltrate the echelons of power inorder to alter the laws and spread its influence, this time they met with far less resistance. Oh, some tried to resist but the strength that was once there had become diluted and of no real threat. To make sure the old ways would be forgotten, schools would teach whatever the association desired, relationships and marriage between pokémon and human would be outlawed, until the last true native passed away with old age and with them all semblance of what had once been, the old ways be lost forever in the sands of time.

Or so the association had thought, there were those that had not forgotten."

The chairman sighed softly as the air between them shimmered while a form began to take form, Jacks eyes opened as he let out a cry of surprised as a Yamask appeared. It looked at the young trainer its red eye looking at him intently as the portly man chuckled at Jacks reaction.

“Allow me to introduce one of the founding members of the club and native ancestor to our region, it is the ghost pokémon from those times, that kept the memory of those old ways alive."

Jack was unable to think let alone speak for a few moments as questions flashed through his mind, question to which he had no answers. He looked up at the chairman trying to think what to say or ask first until he felt the mewstic presence in his mind, helping to calm his thoughts while her body continued to rock itself against him.

For a brief second his raised a hand feebly to his face before asking.

“Who where these outsiders, do they still exist or are we just perpetuating their will?"

The chairman closed his eyes for a sombre moment, upon opening them jack could see something other than some quirky corpulent middle aged man, the voice that spoke seemed heavy as though bearing some immense unseen weight.

“The original members of the association are long since gone to their graves, but their decedents would take on many different titles, chose many different names to which they would be called by, but the more recent is the Pokémon Association, trust me when I tell you that it is by no chance, that the pokémon league has spread across the world, influencing lawmakers and governments alike, they actively promote the entertainment of pokémon battling over that of other sports.

Even those regions without a pokémon league, still feel the influence of the association, such as Aloha, and thanks to one misguided man ,even that far of region now has one, sadly in time that region will find its island trials gradually phased out, to be replaced by gyms approved by the regions pokémon league, which in turn takes its cue from the association."

Jack leaned back against the chase lounge, he began wonder about when the anthro regions pokémon league was first formed, it had never really been covered in class and frankly he had never really thought about it himself until now. Though why would he have, it had always been a for the most part a valuble convenance that was free to use.

The chairman chuckled lightly to the trainer's expression, leaning forwards the plump fellow whispered.

“Despite the heavy indoctrination, and even if the ghosts of the past did not exsist, the old ways would eventually in some form or other resurface, especially now in current times, cases of humans and pokémon having intermate moments, have begun to appear in greater numbers across the world, thanks to the invention of the pokénet, and while the association continue to demonised us as poképhiles, more and more people are anonymously forming digital communities to share their feelings for pokémon, and the more the association shuts these sites down the more of them pop up."

Hard as he tried Jack could not find an argument against that last part, it was true the media would often vilify those who had sexual relations with pokémon. The pokémon league especially, but he had experienced the love between trainer and pokémon. It had hadn't been some great evil act of abuse, Oni; Blaze; Bunny; Lucy and even he was sure Toph cared deeply for him as he did them.

“Soooo, what can we do about the association?"

Jack asked, it was clear that this was the question the chairman had been waiting for.

“You ask, what can we do….to this I can only reply, we do nothing, absolutely nothing, all we can truly do is to continue taking the bonds we have with our pokémon partners to higher levels, well that and do so in the safety of the shadow, it is to that reason why this club was founded, so like-minded people like ourselves, can come together as a community."

There it was, the truth behind the pokémon club. It was no secret organisation hellbent on some great masterminded objective, it was simply a hidden haven for those who love and in turn are loved by their pokémon. The chairman could see the acceptance along with the realisation starting to dawn upon the trainer, he was glad, he really had not enjoyed the prospects of having meowstic alter Jacks memories to forget recent events.

“Welcome to the pokémon club, meet me in my office once she's finished with you"

The chairman chuckled holding his hand out, Jack smiled faintly as he took the hand feeling a warm squeeze around his own as the meowstic gave a squeeze of her own around his swollen girth, she was tired of being ignored.