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Fusionistics

By Kendo Kawabata

A comission for Kaleem Mcintyre.

It was like a scene from a criminal show, or a crime movie. An alleyway behind a street market in the shadier section of town. Market stalls that sold counterfeit clothing and bootleg movies. Food carts selling exotic and or unknown foods that looked too suspicious to eat.

The entrance to the alleyway was between a stall set up with tables covered in cheap knock off replicas of expensive trainer backpacks and accessories made in china, and a market stand that sold noodles in a cup covered in grease and filled with chunks of various meats ground together. The alleyway was dark, almost unnoticeable unless you knew where to look.

Frank was trying not to draw attention to himself as he hovered for a moment outside the clothing stall, trying to look interested in the rather obvious knock offs. He kept his hands in his coat pockets, shrugging his shoulders every now and then, trying to keep his face hidden with the upturned collar. His head was covered in a woollen beanie, a few curls of dirty brown hair poked through the fringes.

He withdrew his hand from his pocket and turned it upwards, the cheap plastic watch had a cartoony Aipom on the face with its arms as the clock hands. He nervously checked it, twitching slightly as he made sure of the time.

The stall owner was giving him looks. For that time of night, the marketplace was crowded and rather busy, with plenty of people and trainers wandering around. Frank was rather dishevelled, a scratchy bear plastered on his weathered face, his skin somewhat dirty from not having bathed in several days. The front of his shirt had a vomit stain down the front, and his ripped and torn jeans were plastered in mud.

The owner did not want to have some street bum looking at his wares, but he didn't dare try and yell him off. All his goods were counterfeit anyway, and too much attention was likely to draw the wrong kind of attention. Like the law.

Frank dug his hands into his pockets as he noticed that it was near the hour and proceeded to walk off, the stall owner turning his back to the homeless bum as some real customers stepped up to take his place. Frank only took a few steps towards the food stall before he stopped and quickly glanced around.

Although there were plenty of people around, no-one was really taking notice of him. All eyes were on everyone and everything else as he drew his jacket collar up around his head as best that he was able before he ducked into the dark alley.

The sounds of the street faded behind him rather quickly as he walked down that long dark area, the only light coming from the street behind him. Somewhere, he could hear a dog barking and some-ones child crying. He kicked at a bottle on the ground and sent it clattering across the ground where it landed in a pile of garbage that had been sitting there for who knew how long.

Frank came to a corner and turned it, finding himself in an area that was lit up by a single bulb over a dingy looking door. The door was faded and old, the paint-job having mostly peeled off by now. There were about five deadlock bolts on one side of the door and no door handle. Next to the door was a small piece of graffiti that looked like a little four paned window with a large circle around it.

Frank knew what it meant though. The little window represented a Math problem written on top of itself. I + I with the equal sign on the top and bottom, and the circle was the answer. It meant 'One plus one equals all together'. Only someone who knew that would recognise it as it was. It was the right place after all.

He knocked five times on the door and waited, glancing around from side to side to make sure that he wasn't followed. He shivered, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he was forced to wait for an answer to the door.

After several long and very nerve wracking minutes, the deadbolts on the door were unlocked one by one, the noises rather louder then they should have been. The door was suddenly pulled open, a rather strong smell of urine, sexual fluids and beer wafted through the door as a rather large and intimidating figure stepped out into the dim light.

Frank swallowed a lump in his throat as he found himself staring up at a bigger then normal Machamp. He had to have been over six feet, maybe near seven, wearing a very tight stretching muscle shirt with ripped sleeves. His thick tree trunk legs were covered in what should have been baggy cargo pants, but they were too tight to be baggy anymore. And it was obvious he was packing one hell of a trouser snake.

He looked down at Frank with narrowed eyes, his face pierced across his lips and nose, just adding to the intimidation factor. His upper arms were crossed over his bulging chest, while he had his lower arms planted against his hips.

“What's your business?” the Machamp said in a deep voice that growled at Frank. Frank felt a sheen of sweat start to appear on his already dirty skin. He was looking at a Fused. Only Fused had the ability to speak.

“I'm here....I'm here for a fix...was told this is the place” Frank said as he could feel himself visibly shake.

“You got the money?” the Machamp said in a flat tone of voice as he stared down at the much smaller human. The muscles on his bare upper arms flexed rather visibly, the biceps veins bulging like burrowing worms. Frank did nothing for a few moments as he seemed to forget where he was before he hastily dug into his trouser pockets.

He pulled out a grubby looking hankerchief and unwrapped it, revealing an equally grubby looking wad of cash. He held it out on his hand up to the Machamp, almost like a child who had to hand back the sweets he stole.

The Machamp took the hand off his right hip and flicked a finger on the money, giving it a once over as he stood there in silence. A few very tense moments passed before the hulking beast nodded and stepped back inside the doorway.

“Get in” he said with a grunt. Frank almost whimpered as he hastily shoved the money back into his pocket before he hurried into the doorway. The stench was all the more stronger once he was actually in the building as the Machamp closed the door and proceeded to lock it.

“Get going human” the beast said with a grunt as he gave Frank a shove against his back, making him stumble forward. The hallway only went in one direction, the doorway on the right was boarded up. He could hear music through the walls, almost like they were throbbing with bass. He could also hear the moans that were coming through the walls as well, like someone or a bunch of some-ones were having a good time.

The Machamp stood with his back to the door, both sets of arms now folded infront of him as he gave the human an annoyed look, which made Frank shuffle forward rather awkwardly. He felt his nerves rising again. This did not feel like a safe place.

The hallway ended in a small room with a staircase leading upwards, but it was blocked. Another Fused sat on the stairs, a skinny Arcanine wearing black leather chaps and a matching black vest sat on the steps, his modesty covered by a fat black leather pouch. He seemed completely at ease, besides the fact that on the bottom step under him was a human getting serviced.

Frank couldn't tell the guys age, but he looked young. He was leaning back against the wall, one leg resting up on the step and the other splayed out on the ground, his pants on a heap on the floor as a Houndoom was laying on the floor, its head between its trainers legs as the dogs bright red tongue was furiously lapping at the humans cock.

Frank stopped in his tracks at the sight, mostly at how the human and his pokemon were completely at ease doing such a private and dirty deed so publicly. The Houndoom was definitely a normal one, as it was still bipedal. And the way it was furiously licking and drooling on the humans cock, it was enjoying it a lot.

“Oh god...please don't stop” the human boy moaned as he shifted his legs a bit, his hard cock bobbing gently against his pokemons tongue. He was clutching something in his hand, something that was giving off a soft green glow that seemed to shine across his nakedness. He had the body of a twink, definitely a kid barely of age. The Arcanine looked up from the scene below him up to Frank, and gave him a grin that showed far too many sharp teeth.

“In there” he said with a point to Franks right, pointing to what looked like a kitchen. Frank swallowed the lump in his throat as he followed the fingers direction, the moans and slurps now behind him as the stepped into the kitchen area.

For a run down apartment building in the back of an alleyway, the kitchen was surprisingly clean. There were no appliances on the bench-tops, instead there were cardboard boxes stacked neatly everywhere, amongst a few boxes of doughnuts and bottles of beer and soft-drink that were littering the available space.

Another Fused was in the kitchen, this one a female Blaziken. The fighting-fire chicken was wearing thigh high latex boots, the rest of her muscled legs covered in fishnet stockings. A very small black miniskirt was around her hips. A matching and rather diminutive black leather jacket hung around her torso, which did nothing to really hide her enormous bust.

She was pulling what looked like egg cartons from the boxes and inspecting them. The carboard boxes had a logo on the side of them, which matched the logo on the cartons. It was the same Math style symbol from the front door, except under it were two letters. T F. Frank knew what that stood for.

Team Fusion.

The Blaziken looked up when she realised she was being observed and jerked a thumb towards the doorway opposite without saying anything. Frank got a look at an open carton when he stepped past her. It looked like perfectly spherical egg shaped crystals. And they were a bright aqua green colour.

He stepped into the living room and was greeted by a sight he hadn't seen before. The living room was sparse, the only piece of furniture an old looking couch that could have only been fashionable in the late thirties. There was a large old fashioned stereo system on the floor in the cornor, the kind with the carved wooden speakers. Sitting on the couch was a male Fused umbreon, the pipe of a hookah between his lips. He was completely naked and unashamed that he was.

Beside him was another Fused, a Nidoking. This one had a pair of dark glasses on, even though the room was barely lit. All he wore was a pair of tight fitting jeans that were ripped in various places. His bare torso was exposed, his large muscles moving with each breath he took.

On the floor in front of the couch was another guy, this one on all fours. He looked like a trucker, big beefy and bearded, cept he was moaning like a young guy rather loudly. That was because his pants were around his ankles and his large beefy butt was being pounded very hard by his Mightyena.

The trucker was moaning loudly and pushing himself back as his canine pokemon was drilling its hindquarters on him, the beast panting against its trainers ear and drooling on the back of his neck. The drunk dopey look on the canine told Frank he was having the time of his life. The trucker was holding something in his hand, something that was giving off a green low between his fingers.

In the cornor by the stereo was another Fused, what looked like a Ponyta. He was out cold with a big dopey smile on his face, his flaming mane and tail just smouldering gently. His face was planted on the faded carpet and his rump stuck up high in the air, revealing a plastered tailhole covered in seed that was dripping down the males thighs.

The Umbreon took a drag on his pipe and slowly blew the smoke into the air as he seemed to finally notice that Frank was standing there. He gave a slow grin, his white teeth almost glowing against his black image.

“Here for a fix?” he asked. He had a smooth voice, one that was pleasant on the ears. “Pat him” he said as he returned the wand to between his teeth.

Frank jumped as the large Nidokin walked up to him as the beast put its hands on him, patting down his dirty clothing to see if he was concealing anything. He could actually feel the strength in the Fuseds large hands as they patted down his sides and over his legs, covering everywhere he thought that Frank was concealing a weapon. Or even a bug.

“He's clean” the Nidoking said as he returned back to his space beside the couch and leant himself against the wall. The Umbreon nodded as he blew a puff of pale smoke into the air. He flicked his fingers towards the kitchen in a gesture and the Nidoking quickly stood up and walked.

Frank jumped when he heard a rather loud orgasmic scream coming from the hallway, and he turned in time to see what looked like an explosion of aqua green light coming from the hallyway that beamed itself into the kitchen. It didn't last very long, and the orgasmic cry was so loud and …. passionate that it sent a tingle through Franks body towards his crotch better then the actual sex display going on on the floor.

The Umbreon chuckled, almost amused as the Nidoking came back with one of the cartons of the crystal eggs.

“Do you have the money?” The Umbreon asked. Frank dug into his pocket and pulled out the grimey wad of money. The Umbreon blew a puff of smoke at him before he leant forward and took the money from him. He settled back and weighed the money in his hand for a moment before he dropped it on the cushion beside him.

“Does....does this work?” Frank asked as the Nidoking handed him one of the eggs. Frank took it. It was surprisingly light, and felt cold to the touch. It was perfectly spherical in an egg shape, but larger then one. “How...how does it work? I mean...I've heard of it....” Frank stammered.

The Umbreon grinned as the trucker howled out in pleasure as his Mightyena suddenly slammed its knot into his trainer, the beasts hips grinding against that large beefy hairy rump. The Umbreon loved addicts. They were always so amusing the way they stammered and twitched, going from one fix to another.

“It works, I guarentee it” the Umbreon said with a silky grin on his face. “Works like any other evolution stone. Just point it at your pokemon and it'll work. It'll affect both of you. You two will have some of the best sex you've ever had, once your pokemon lays you down and takes you hard” he said, looking amused.

“Is...is it permanent? I heard its for good.... I don't know if I should use it if its for good...” he said as he stammered, rolling the crystal around in his hand. The Umbreon smiled again. So stupid and amusing.

“It lasts a good while, but you can split whenever you want. Course, the stone is good for only one use, so if you want another round, you'll have to come back” he said as he took another drag on his wand. “But the price will go up next time, so you might want to buy a few in bulk” he said.

They were suddenly interrupted by a bright green light and a rather loud orgasmic cry from both the trucker and the Mightyena. Frank turned towards the light as he saw the stone in the truckers hand was glowing brightly, and the light was bathing them both in its glow.

The Mightyena slumped forward on its trainer, like it was suddenly hit with a tranquilliser dart. He slumped forward, tongue lolling from its mouth as his tail thumped to the floor. His fur flowed forward gently, shifting towards his trainer. And it just seemed to keep going.

Frank watched in a mixture of horror and fascination as he saw the Mightyena just start to melt. Quite literally melted, right there ontop of his trainer. Like butter on a potato the Mightyenas body was softening and melting to cover his trainer.

His body seemed to melt under the trainers still worn shirt as the fur spread over his back and down his sides. From the rear view Frank had, the dogs balls were melting onto the truckers, and they seemed to swell bigger as they hung between his hairy things. The dogs legs pressed up against the truckers and seemed to sink into his flesh, leaving the fur to cover his hairy thighs.

The humans dangling cock suddenly turned a dark red colour from the base to the tip, the length tapering towards a point at the end as thick veins sprouted across it. The base of his cock started to swell rapidly, gaining what looked like a baseball on either side as the shaft expanded and grew thicker as well.

His feet convulsed and started to shift, becoming more bipedal as the bones were squished and shifted around, the skin breaking as new paw pads appeared on his soles. The fur continued to flow forwards as it ran down the mans arms, flowing like furry water as his hands clenched, large black claws sprouting from his fignertips.

The Mightyenas mouth seemed to open wide against his trainers neck, like a python swallowing its victim as he seemed to swallow his trainers head. But the canines head wrapped around his trainers like he was pulling on a furry hoody, except he could hear the bones and muscles contort and shift together as the truckers bearded face become more canine to fit the new muzzle that was enveloping him.

The stone stopped glowing once the Mightyena had literally melted into his trainer and the stone fell from the mans hand, having lost its green glow. It now had the off colour of a snooker ball. The trucker fell forward, panting with a new canine tongue out of his mouth, his fat beefy ass sticking up in the air, his new tail wagging back and forth slowly.

He was now a big beefy Mightyena Fused, clad in only a plaid truckers shirt and an ass dripping with cum that was no longer being contained by the beasts knot. The look on his face was one of absolute bliss as he fell to his side, his large body jiggling slightly with each movement.

“I think that proves that they work” the Umbreon said with a grin. “Now, would you like to join the party here, or would you like to crawl back to whatever rat hole you came out of?” he asked, almost condescendingly.

Frank didn't respond, somewhat freaked out by what he had just seen. He had heard of it before, for sure. But there was a difference between hearing it and actually seeing it. And actually seeing it, put hearing about it to absolute shame.

The Umbreon was giggling to himself as he watched Frank head towards the kitchen, a desperate look to get the hell out of there on his face. He shook his head, an amused look on his face as he returned the wand back to his teeth and inhaled the sweet mixture.

“I think we'll be seeing him again” he said as he relaxed on the couch.

Frank was in a hurry to get out as he stepped into the hallway. The Arcanine was still there, except now he was the one getting a blow job, a very impressive fat shaft between its spread legs. His hand was on the Houndooms head, slowly pushing the canines mouth down on his fat shaft as he sunk inch after inch of juicy fat cock between his spread lips.

Except the Houndoom was now a Fused, a skinny twinkie looking Houndoom was a narrow but long red cock dangling between his legs. There was already a fresh load of cum across his face, painting him with a white mask that dripped onto the Arcanines lap.

The Arcanine was grinning in a lewd dirty way at Frank as the human passed by quickly, holding the crystal in his hand as if it was a priceless treasure. He almost stumbled over the Houndooms splayed legs as he hurried into the front hall.

The Machamp was waiting for him, an arrogant smirk on his face as he opened the deadlocks on the door and held it open. Frank was almost through the door before he felt one of the Machamps hands give him a very firm and obvious squeeze on his backside.

“Come back again. We'll have some fun, after you've paid for it” he said with a grunting smirk on his face before the door was closed firmly. The locks were all clicked into place and Frank found himself once again in the back of the dimly lit alleyway under the lone bulb above him, which was now starting to flicker.

His nerves had failed to simmer down now that he was outside, as he clutched the priceless stone in his hands. He was only able to move a few steps at first, before he found himself running. He just had to get out of there. He had what he came for, there was no reason to stick around.

Frank ran as best he could through the alleyway, heading back the way that he had arrived. When he came to the entrance to the markets, the sounds of the crowd getting louder against his ears, he slowed down and paused for a moment to catch his his breath, trying to calm himself down before he drew any unwanted attention from anyone in the market.

He emerged from the alley, his beanie pulled down as best he could and his jacket collar turned up as far as it could go. He pushed the stone into his pocket and dug his hands in either side, keeping them buried as he tried to nonchalantly pass himself off as another member of the crowd.

Thankfully, he wasn't noticed, but it did nothing to quell his nerves as he tried to hurry without being noticed through the crowd. It was amazing how many people frequented the back markets of the city, especially at this time of the night.

He finally managed to emerge from the markets into the nearby streets, turning into the main district. All the shops were closed, their windows and doors barricaded with retractable gating. Only the streetlights gave any kind of illumination, not that there was any people actually in that district to enjoy it.

The only place that was open at that time of the night was the Pokemon Center, a huge neon bright red and white Pokeball above its windows giving off illumination as Frank walked past. They were manned 24/7, and never closed. You never knew when someone would require its services. He stole a look as he passed, seeing the registered nurse on duty sitting at the front desk, flipping through a magazine.

Frank continued to walk down the main district until he had put several blocks between himself and the alley. He could feel the stone in his hand as he walked. It was cold, despite the fact he had his fingers wrapped around it. It did not retain any kind of heat at all. It gave him the chills.

He looked over his shoulder once, seeing no-one in the street behind him as he ducked between a closed up coffee shop and a book store, both closed and barricaded. He slipped into the gap between the buildings and waited, slowly counting to sixty under his breath.

Once he had reached sixty he carefully leant over and peered around the edge of the gap, taking a quick glance through the street. He could see nothing, but that didn't mean that no-one was there.

He reached into his jacket and felt around the back of his waistline, his fingers rubbing over his belt till he felt the solitary pokeball there. He pulled it out and clicked his thumb on the button, the red and white ball suddenly expanding to the size of a tennis ball in a fraction of a moment.

The alleyway was suddenly lit in a bright white light for a moment as the ball was opened and a dazzling white light simply poured from it like rushing water. It took a moment for the rushing light to reform itself, the light dying down and solidifying into Franks partner.

His Lucario stood there in the alleyway, a serious yet stoic expression on his face as he stared up at his master.

“Was I followed?” Frank asked him. Lucario shut its eyes as a soft deep blue glow washed over the mons black and blue coat, the air around the pokemon starting to crackle softly with static electricity. His ears and hair braids rose up in the air, like they were flowing through water.

Lucario could sense the aura of anyone nearby, able to tell the difference between people, pokemon, allies and enemies. His range was only the immediate block surrounding them, as shapes appeared in his minds eye. Only a few people were in the buildings, mostly asleep in their rooms above the actual business.

There was no-one immediately nearby that seemed to have followed them, no auras that confirmed hiding people or pokemon. The auras of the Fused though, it was unnatural. It was like seeing coloured static in the air. That kind of aura sent an unpleasant chill down Lucarios spine.

The glow around him stopped and his fur returned to normal as he opened his eyes and shook his head at his trainer. Frank let out a long sigh of relief as he felt his nerves finally start to calm down. He actually put a hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat start to calm down, able to feel it through his stained shirt.

Frank reached up and slipped his hand under his beanie and pulled it off his head, revealing a mass of curly messy brown hair. He held the woollen hat in his hand as he reached in and pulled out an item.

It looked like a curly straw at first, with two bulging protrusions at either end. He brought it up to his ear and the device wrapped rather easily against his ear as it slotted into place. His hand brushed against the bottom protrusion and a switch was flicked. The device hummed to life.

“It's me” he said once the connection was made. “I need a team at this address. High level priority. Secure and contain.”

“What the fuck do you mean there was nothing?”

Frank, although his real name happened to be James, was standing in front of his Captains desk, his hands slammed on the desk in anger as he all but glared at her. He had changed out of his outfit and had finally taken a shower, so he was actually cleaner then he had been all week. Dressed in a new pair of jeans and a smart white polo shirt, he looked nothing like the homeless bum he had been hours before.

Officer Jenny was giving him a rather nasty look at how angry he was being with her. She sat there in her smart outfit, her hair impeccably done and tied back. A Growlithe was sitting beside the desk, although it had not stopped growling at James or his Lucario when they had entered the office upon her summons.

“James, first off, you were not even supposed to be out there tonight. You were at home. On leave” she reminded him in a firm tone of voice as she kept her hands clasped in front of her on the desk. “Going undercover when you're not even on duty, that is a very stupid move. You were acting as a civilian, I could have you brought up on charges. In fact, I should. If there was any evidence that supported your claims for a raid, I would have you busted for drug dealing.”

“You forced me to be on leave, because you wouldn't let me tackle Team Fusion” James said firmly as he glared at her.

“Team Fusion is not a priority case” Jenny said to him with an irritated look on her face. “We have very little evidence to support your claims that they are an at risk organisation” she said. He thumped his hands on the desk as he looked firmly at her.

“That is exactly what you said about Team Rocket” he said to her. “And they have been stealing pokemon from trainers for years. You said Team Magma wasn't a threat, and they created earthquakes. You said Team Aqua wasn't a threat, and they created tidal waves. Team Galactic, there was a group you said was harmless, and look at the mess they created. Oh, and lets not forget that little spoilt brat N and his organisation that was liberating pokemon left right and centre, because the little shit thought he was entitled.”

Jenny said nothing as he berated her, although her eyes were narrowing and her Growlith was growling louder. Lucario was standing beside the door, his face as stoic as possible, although his fur was bristling from the annoyance of the constant growling.

“Team Fusion has been supplying trainers with a new stone that makes them and their pokemon fuse together” he said to her. “How many hospitalised trainers have we had to look at who overdosed and looked like a childs ragdoll? How many pokemon so far had to be quarentined because they lost the ability to evolve? Team Fusion is responsible for this because their products fuck up anyone who buys them” he said.

“There is no need to use that language here” Jenny said flatly. “I am well aware of a few, I repeat, a FEW cases like what you have described. However, we found no evidence of foul play that would link to a criminal organisation.”

“How did you manage to be the captain of anything?” he said in a frustrated voice. “You are flatly ignoring the danger that this new team presents itself. Did you even get to the dealers hideout or not? How could you not find anything? There was evidence everywhere” he said.

Jenny said nothing for several long moments, although her Growlithe seemed to get angrier, as if it was channelling her inner feelings. James said nothing, although he was getting more and more irritated with the constant growling. Lucarios hair strands were bristling as the growling was starting to get to him.

“I sent that request on our coded channel, which is only used for emergencies. That was at least ten minutes after I left the dealer. The team's record is arriving on scene within the first five to ten minutes after a call is made. Twenty minutes at least. How could you find nothing? There was no way they could have cleared out in that short amount of time” he said.

“You're right, we did arrive within at least the twenty minute mark” she said flatly, an angry tone in her voice. “The team arrived and went to secure and contain the premises. The Gardevoir they brought with them, didn't sense anyone in the building, which gave them the all clear to move ahead. They cut through the deadlocks on the door, and went in armed.”

“Do you know that they found James? Nothing. The place was bare, only carpet on the floor. There was no trash, no furniture, and none of those stones you described” she said, looking unimpressed. “We had the forensics team come in to do a sweep. They found everything drenched in bleach. Bleach kills dna on everything. They had cleared the place out, and bleached it to cover their tracks. Between the time you left, and the time we arrived” she said.

“There is no way they could have done that” James said to her. He was struggling to not lash out at the growling Growlithe, which Jenny seemed perfectly able to ignore willingly.

“Not unless they knew you were coming” she said. “The only way they could have cleared out like that, was if they knew you were on the way and they knew what you were” she said to him.

“There is no way they could have known. Even you didn't know” he pointed out. It did not seem to have made the point he wanted to make as she slammed her hands on the desk.

“Exactly, I didn't know. You broke protocol. You were home on leave because this obsession with Team Fusion is getting out of hand” she said angrily.

“What about the stone I brought back?” he demanded, leaning in close to her so that they were eye level. “I saw what it did in there. Did you even have forensics take a look at it?” he demanded. She said nothing as they held eye contact for several long moments, only the growling any kind of noise in the office before Jenny broke contact first.

“You mean this thing?” she asked, as she reached into her desk drawer and removed the softly glowing aqua green egg shaped crystal. “I didn't bother getting forensics to take a look. It's obviously a fake” She said as she set it on the desk.

“It's not a fake” he protested.

“They knew you were coming, they cleaned the place out, they managed to cover their tracks. Why would they bother giving you a real stone if they were several steps ahead of you?” she asked flatly as she clasped her hands together.

“It's obviously a fusion stone. I saw two of them work with my own eyes” James said firmly. How could she be so stubborn? What did he ever see in her anyway?

“It's probably nothing more then a crystal paperweight” she said to him. “Face it James, you are so obsessed with this so called team Fusion that you're starting to see them everywhere” she said to him. “They obviously knew you were coming, so they put on a show. Criminals do that. They put on a little show, spread a little product about and convince you it's real” she said to him.

“They gave you a fake product. There is no way they'd give the real thing to an undercover police officer. That's basically helping to admit your guilt, and no criminal is that stupid” she said to him.

“Jenny, I am not making this up, and you are being stubborn. AGAIN” he said firmly.

“James, go home” she said flatly. “Actually use your leave to do something good for once. Forget this Team Fusion crap, they are nothing but a bunch of drug dealers and fakers. Go home and actually get some rest. You still smell like garbage even after the shower. And take your paperweight with you” she said.

“And you can forget about dinner on friday night. I have plans, and they do not involve you” she said as James grabbed the stone off her desk and shoved it angrily into his pocket.

“Oh, you're too busy. Again. Gee, you're really serious about getting back together aren't you?” he said as he didn't give her a chance to reply before he turned and grabbed the office door.

There was a sudden yelping as Growlithe was suddenly flown into the air and against the wall. The dog had crept close enough to Lucario that he had actually tried to bite him. But Lucario was much faster and had kicked the dog clear across the room into the wall. Growlithe slid to the ground with a fat thumping noise, his eyes spinning from the impact.

“Growlithe” Jenny said as she jumped from out of her chair and hurried over to her pokemon on the floor. “You make that brute of yours apologise this instant” she said as she glared at James as he let Lucario out of the door first.

“I'm glad you cancelled plans on dinner again. Like I want to spend two hours in another restaurant listening to you bitch about how that was my fault. Put that thing on a leash” he snapped at her as he slammed the door behind him.

He didn't hear Jennys loud and angry retort through the door as he marched himself towards the nearest exit. It was still late at night, not even past midnight yet so the station was practically empty at that point. But he still didn't feel like running into anyone else and start a conversation about how the raid was a failure.

'Fuck this, I need a drink' James said as he pulled out his pokeball and zapped Lucario with a beam of red light nonchalantly. Lucario glowed red for a moment before he became transparent red light and was pulled into the ball.

“Sorry buddy, your not allowed to drink” he said to the ball. He never knew if Lucario could hear him in there or not as he clicked the button. The ball shrank quickly as he slipped it against the back of his belt, hearing it click into place as he headed towards the exit.

Good thing the city had all night bars.

It was a bar called “The Protein Shot”, and it was well frequented by married men and single men from the city. It as one of the bars that was open all night long, and seemed to have a steady stream of customers on a daily basis. Something for which James was thankful for, it meant that there wasn't a chance he'd run into Jenny. Stupid bitch had a habit of going looking for him if he didn't answer her calls outside hours.

The bar was a typical place. A long counter with bar stools, shelves filled with a good variety of spirits, fridges filled with a variety of local and imported beers. The typical karaoke machine in the corner filled with every kind of typical constantly repeated garbage designed only to be enjoyed when hammered. A couple of pool tables and some old style arcade machines completed the bars atmosphere.

What made this spot different was that it also featured a range of healthy, protein enriched shakes and blends, hence the name. And the waiters of the place were all the bartenders team of pokemon. Of course, to show that they were working they all wore bowties around their necks and a nice looking short sleeved shirt with the bars logo on the back.

What James liked about the place was that again, it was the fact that it was frequented mostly by men, both single and married. It was one of the few bars in the city that was almost exclusively female free.

“Thank you” James said to the Charmeleon that had brought over his drink. The little guy did look somewhat cute in his bow tie and shirt, carrying his drink on a highly polished silver tray. The pokemon was not a Fused, as it didn't talk, nor was it bigger then it should have been. He slipped the Charmeleon the money, who took it in his hand and carried the tray back to the man behind the bar. James briefly wondered how they managed to get so obedient, and understand the orders for the bar. Probably a good trainer.

“Fuck my life” James said under his breath as he lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip. One of those redone garbage songs came on the machine and some of the guys around the pool table hollered in reply. He rolled his eyes as he put his glass down. “Well over a billion songs out there and every single cover band has to pick someone already done.”

He could feel the crystal egg in his pocket, pressed up against his side from inside his jeans. He snorted a little in disgust as he stared down at his glass, watching the bubbles in his beer. Could it really have been a fake? Did he really just waste an entire night for a false lead?

“I worked leads for months trying to find a dealers den. God, all those strings I had to pull and all those deals I had to guarantee to a bunch of street punks still in school” he muttered to himself under his breath as he heard the guys at the pool table start to drunkenly sing along with the song. “I finally managed to nail down a location and a time, and Jenny pulls it out right from under me, telling me I'm becoming 'obsessive” he grunted.

“Did they really know I was coming? If they did know I was, it was one hell of a performance. There was noway they could have faked any of that.... no freaking way they could have faked that trucker, or the kid” he said to himself as he watched the bubbles rise in his beer.

“All those people in the hospital who looked like half melted action figures and those poor pokemon that couldn’t evolve any-more” he said to himself. “How the fuck could Jenny ignore all that?” he said as he pulled the glass back up to his lips and took another drink, feeling it run down his throat.

“How the hell did she become captain of anything? Oh right, it's her whole fucking family” he grunt in annoyance. “Whole bloody family full of Jennys, yeah that's real original. Get promoted to captain before they even finish their first year of training. She spends most of her time issuing tickets to kids and sitting behind her desk yelling orders. Bitch has no real experience like the rest of us and tells us we don't know what we're doing” he muttered.

“Girl or work?”

James looked up as he saw a guy had taken the seat opposite him in the booth. He was definitely younger then James, probably not that much younger. Late twenties he guess, while James was nearing his forties. He was slender, dressed in smart casual clothing. Polo shirt, cargo pants. An emo style fringe of black hair that covered his right eye. He had a glass of beer in his hand as he settled himself down in the seat.

“Excuse me?” James asked as he looked over at him.

“The problem. Girl or work?” he asked with a friendly smile.

“Both I guess” James said. Not many people ever bothered him when he went out on a night like this, and normally he would have asked him to go away so he could nurse his sore pride and his beer by himself. But after the night he just had, for some reason a little company seemed like something he could have used right there and then.

“Which ones bugging you more?” the guy asked him as he leant back against the booth.

“Probably the girl trouble” James admitted as he took another drink from his glass. The guy smiled when he said that.

“That calls for more beer” he said with a grin as he signalled the barman with his hand. “Yo. Two more over here please” he called out. The barman caught his gesture and started to fill up two fresh glasses.

“It does?” James asked with a small smile.

“Beer. The cause of, and solution to, all of lifes problems” the guy said with a grin on his face. James had the thought that the guy was quoting that from somewhere, but he couldn't recall. Probably some television show or something, he wasn't sure.

“Well, that's been the most sane thing I've heard from anyone all night. Hell, even all week” James admitted with a grin on his face.

“I've been known so say a few good things here and there” the guy said with a grin as he lifted his glass up to his lips and took a sip. James found himself relaxing a bit more. It seemed to be a good choice to let the guy stay at least.

“Well, if we're going to have ourselves a good night drinking our problems away, my names James” James said as he extended his hand. The guy reached over and took it, giving it a firm shake.

“I'm Peter” said the guy, just as the Charmeleon wandered over, two brand new frosted mugs of beer on his tray. He placed them on the table as Peter handed over several bills. The pokemon took them with a smile on face, able to see the extra singles slipped in as a tip.

“Well, if we're going to drink our problems away, lets start listing them” Peter said with a grin as James drank his first glass down, setting the now empty mug on the table. “Although where do we start? Women, or work?”

“Women” they both said at the same time, getting a laugh out of each other.

Beer. Women. Beer. Work. Beer. Garden Gnomes. Beer. Stupid pet Growlithe. Beer. More beer. Oh look, a flying purple elephant. Of course we want more beer.

James was unable to really comprehend how the night was going, but from the large amount of empty glasses on the table and the way they were both giggling, James was sure they were pretty buzzed, possibly drunker then they realised.

“I don’t get the bitch” James said as he moved yet another empty mug across from him to the growing pile. “First she wants a separation to go '' see other people'', then she can't fucking let me go. A week after she wants it, she's trolling through the station with some new guy on her arm, showing him off to me and everyone else. I get a cup of coffee for one of the girls in the station and she starts bawling about how easily I got over her” he said with a giggle.

“Really? She flaunts a new boytoy but she cries cause you got a girl a coffee?” Peter said with a giggle back.

“Yeah. She's fucking nuts” James continued. “I can't call her, even to check up on her, cause apparently, that's stalking her. She needs her space and all that. Then I don't call or text her at all for three days, and I get a call at four in the morning.”

“She called you at four?” Peter giggled.

“Why haven't you called me?” James said loudly in a high pitched imitation of Jenny. “Why won't you call me any-more? Don’t you love me at all?” he giggled, snorting a bit as he suddenly coughed a few times from his own amusement.

“Damn, she's clingy” Peter giggled, laughing as he saw James cough.

“You have no idea. She constantly cancels dinner plans and dates, and then bitches about how I don't give her enough 'me time' “ James continued as he picked up one of his remaining mugs with anything left in it. “Seriously, she wants a trial separation, but then makes me out the bad guy because I actually separate from her” he said as he drowned his beer.

“You get the feeling that most of the guys here only come here to get away from their wives and girls?” Peter said with a grin as he finished off his beer.

“That's why I come here. She might be a police officer, but she isn't smart enough to come to a guys bar to find me” James said with a grin. “It's like I'm undercover again” he added with a slightly lopsided grin on his face.

“You work undercover?” Peter asked with a grin.

“I did earlier. Drug bust you could say” James said as he put his mug down. “Tried to infiltrate a den run by Team Fusion. Think the fuckers knew I was coming. Guess I'm not as good as I thought” he said.

“Undercover cop? Wow, I picked a good one tonight” Peter said with a grin. “Never brought home a cop before. This is a first” he said as he giggled a bit.

“Wait, you were trying to bring me home?” James said with a laugh as he leant back a bit in his seat. “Sorry, but I don't really go for guys. Got my girlfriend and all” he reminded him.

“But aren't you two separated right now?” Peter corrected him. “You know, see other people? Or does she have a rule you can't date a guy?” he asked him as he leant over the table and put his hand on James'.

“Well....” James began as he felt Peters hand on his. Peters fingers began to rub on the back of his hand in small circles, with the tips of his fingers. James had to admit, it felt nice. It... kinda tingled on his skin, like Peter knew exactly where to touch.

“Come on, you think your girl isn't getting nailed right now in the coat room at your station by some desk sergeant?” Peter said with a slightly drunken grin on his face. “You're separated, remember? Seeing other people? Well, she can't have all the fun. You gotta get laid too” he said as his fingers continued to rub.

“But... I don't really go for guys anyway” James said to him. The rubbing on his hand got a little more firm, and he couldn't help but react as his pants got a little tighter in his crotch. It was actually feeling quite good.

“We're both smashed. We probably won't remember it anyway. Come on, what do you say? Going out with a bang on a bad day?” Peter asked him. “Come on, what do you say? I'll let you top” he added as he grinned at him with as big of a sexy smile he could manage in his state.

He had been forced on leave, went to a drug deal, it was a bust, his captain was furious with him and his girlfriend was also furious and very clingy and controlling. Having some good drunken one night stand sex at the end of a bad day did have its appeal to him.

Plus, how pissed off would Jenny be knowing he actually went out and had sex? With a guy?

“Call a taxi. We'll go to my place” James said as he removed his hand from under Peters and pulled himself out of the booth.

“Hey, what's your address so I can tell the cab?” Peter asked as he pulled out his phone. James told him which apartment block it was without a second thought as he manoeuvred himself towards the bar to pay off the drinks that they had ordered. Apparently the Charmeleon hadn't wanted to touch their money since it was soaked in beer.

Peter grinned to himself as his thumbs tapped over his phone. He couldn't believe his luck. He was taking home a cop. An undercover cop no less.

Somehow, James managed to get his key into the door of his apartment, while Peter was ferociously burying his tongue into his mouth. Trying to undo the lock while it was behind you was one thing, but trying to undo the lock while it's behind you while someone is kissing you with more ferocity and passion then your girlfriend made it just a little more challenging.

The key clicked into place as James attempted to turn it, but he was a bit hesitant to actually get the door open. He didn't want to break the kiss, or the tongue action that was going on inside his mouth. The kid must have been hungry, or horny. Or both.

James' hand tried to twist the handle open, but he let out a moan as he felt one of Peters hands slide against his crotch, right against his hardness. Peters hand found that hardness and squeezed it hard, very hard. James forgot about the lock as he grabbed the back of Peters backside with his hand and gave it a squeeze through his pants in return.

Peter moaned into James' mouth as his tongue delved in as deep as he could manage, his hand firmly clamped around James' hardon. He pressed his body up against James, practically sandwiching him against the door as he ground against him.

“Should....should get inside....before.... someone sees....” James said in-between slurps. Peter did not say anything as he continued his assault on Jame's mouth, his hand joined by the other as he felt over James' hard bulge for several moments before he pulled his tongue from between his lips.

“So? It'll make them jealous. Your getting laid and they're not” Peter said as he attempted to undo Jame's pants right there in the carpeted hallway. James found himself panting as he was kept pressed against the door, Peters eager hands making it hard for him to push him off as Peter managed to not just undo his belt, but remove it completely.

“Not... not out here” James gasped as he felt his pants get unbuttoned and the zipper was hastily yanked open. Peter seemed to ignore him as he was more focused on trying to pull the pants down then being concerned about getting caught in the hallway.

James panted and let out a gasp as Peter uncovered his underpants, his pants sliding down to his knees as Peter started gently nomming his mouth around James' bulge, which only seemed to get harder. James' hand finally found the doorknob and he grabbed it with every bit of strength he had.

Finally with a hard twist of his hand he managed to get the door open, except he forgot that his doorway swung inwards. With a yelp he found himself falling backwards through the now open doorway, Peter getting pulled along with him.

They both landed with a crash on James' carpeted floor, James laid out on his back as Peter scrambled up on top of him, not seeming to care about the fact that they had just fallen through the doorway. He grabbed James by his shirt and pulled him off the floor just enough to shove his tongue back into the guys mouth.

“Gee, you really are eager for it, aren't you?” Peter said with a broad grin on his face. “Can't wait to get me ontop huh?” he asked with a smirk across his handsome features as he ground himself back and forth ontop of James, feeling the cops body underneath him.

“I fell” James protested, although it didn't really accomplish anything when he said it.

“And I fell ontop of you. What's your point?” Peter said. “Looks like you dragged me down with you. Should I keep going down with you?” he asked with a grin on his face. “Or would you prefer I go down on you?”

“Can we at least shut my door and get to the couch?” James said as he put his hands on Peters waist. He had to admit, having him on top of him felt good to the touch, but he didn't want to start anything in plain view of the door, especially with it wide open.

“Shut up, I've almost got your underpants off” Peter said as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of James' underpants and gave a few playful tugs to illustrate his point, slowly tugging them down Jame's hips, before James grabbed his underpants and tried to yank them back up.

“Get them off when we have privacy. Then you can have at it” James said as he somehow managed to untangle his legs from under Peter and manouver himself from under the other guy. Peter pouted, like a child who wasn't getting his own way.

“Fine, I'll close the door. But you better be naked on the couch when I get in there” Peter said as he stood up with a huffy look on his face.

“Guaranteed” James said as he managed to get up and slightly hobble his way over to his living room. It was rather simple looking, a large brown two seater couch with a ill-matched coffee table covered in half drunk coffee filled mugs and various magazines. There was a tv opposite the couch against the wall, various piles of dvds sitting in front of it.

James managed to sit himself on the couch and hurriedly started to remove his boots, finding it slightly difficult with his bulky pants tangled around his ankles and his feet. Of all the times for his fingers to suddenly forget how to undo laces.

Peter had his hand wrapped around the doorknob and he went to push the door closed, when it was suddenly thrown towards him, the entire door blown off its hinges as something very heavy slammed itself into him without warning. He let out a cry as he was thrown backwards and the door was thrown on top of him with a very heavy thud.

James stood up, now only in his briefs and his shirt as he saw the Peter under the door in his hallway, as something stepped right over the door and into the room. He stared in shock as he realised exactly what it was, and where it had come from.

It was a Fused. And not just any Fused. It was the Houndoom he had seen earlier that night, the one what had fused with the kid in the dealers den. It was much taller then he had seen before, completely naked with a furious expression on its face as its eyes made contact with James.

“Think we wouldn't find you, cop?” the Houndoom said as he stepped over the door, Peter groaned underneath from the weight ontop of him, but he didn't push the door off him. He must have been knocked out cold, as James quickly fumbled for his pants.

James grabbed his belt and fumbled for his pokeball as the Houndoom opened its mouth and seemingly belched a ball of flame from between its lips. James threw himself ot the floor as the flames erupted into the air where he had stood moments before, spreading through the air. He could actually feel the hair on his head getting singed from the ball of fire.

“Shit” James said as he lay spread out on the floor, his hands fumbling in his pants. His fingers closed around the pokeball as he removed it from his belt. The Houndoom stepped off the door as he raised his hands, his claws elongating as they seemed to glow with a dark energy.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit” James said as he scrambled backwards along the floor, his fingers scrambling over his pokeball as he tried to find that little button that expanded it. But his fingers were refusing to co-operate as they couldn't find the damn thing.

The Houndoom stepped up against the coffee table and took a swipe with his right hand. Black glowing slash marks appeared in the air before the coffee table blew apart. Wooden shrapnel and shards of coffee mugs blew apart in the air as the table was destroyed without much effort.

“Did you really think we wouldn’t find you?” the Houndoom said as he gave a kick to the couch. It slid across the floor without any effort and slammed up against James' bookcase. It was enough to make the bookcase cave in slightly from the impact as various books and knick knacks fell the ground.

“You just had to get into our business” the Houndoom said as Jame's fingers finally found the button on the ball and it expanded in less then a second. “Well, your business caught up with you now hasn't it” he said as his lips curled up around his fangs. James knew that Houndooms were normally rather vicious and intimidating. But hearing one talk at the same time just made it all the more scarey.

“Well fuck you” James said as the threw the ball into the air. It opened with a dazzling flash of white light that poured like running water onto the floor. It took a moment for the light to form itself as it solidified into his Lucario.

Lucario opened his eyes, the usual stoic expression on his face as it took a moment for him to take in his surroundings. When his eyes came upon the naked Fused that was standing there in the living room, his eyes narrowed in an obvious look of displeasure.

“Lucario....” James wanted to tell him to attack, but at that moment his mind drew a blank. He had absolutely no idea what kind of attacks his Lucario could do, even though he knew every single one. They just wouldn't spring to mind. “Fuck, do something” he ended up saying.

Lucario crouched and leapt forward, his foot coming up and connecting to the Houndooms chest. The beast staggered backwards from the impact with a surprised howl. It hurt. A lot. James scrambled to his feet as he started to circle around them to keep out of their way to go and check on Peter.

The Houndooms claws glowed black again as he took a swipe. Lucario braced his hands upwards as a long staff made of a white glowing bone appeared in them in time to catch the claws. Black and white glowing sparks burst in the air as they began to trade blows with one another over and over again. Lucario was specially trained to be in the police force, so he was faster and stronger then a normal Lucario would be.

But this was a Fused. And the Fused were stronger then normal pokemon were. Because they were bascially two people in one, the strengths of both were included in the same body. So his Lucario may have been stronger then a normal one, the Houndoom was basically a solo tag team.

James tried to keep himself against the wall as best he could as he tried to carefully make his way towards Peter. The door hadn't moved so Peter must have been knocked out, which was cause for concern.

A sudden swipe from the Houndooms claws and the bone pole smashed to pieces, splintering as if it was nothing more then a twig. The Fused opened his mouth and a dark sphere of energy appeared between its sharpt teeth before it was practically spat out at Lucario.

Lucario had no chance to duck the dark sphere as it collided with him, yelping out as he was thrown backwards with apparent ease. The canine was thrown back against the flatscreen tv, the surface cracking from the impact.

"Fuck" Jame said as he saw his partner collide with the tv, a brief shower of sparks erupting behind Lucario before the pokemon collapsed to the ground. Black smoke was wafting from his chest, a large black circular imprint on his fur indicated where he had been struck.

"That all you have, officer?" the Houndoom said with a sneer on its face as he turned his attention towards James. "Thought I'd get a challenge at least" it said as its thick red tongue slithered over its fangs as he licked his lips in anticipation.

James darted his attention to Peter for a moment, the boy still under the door and probably still out cold. Then his eyes darted back to Lucario, who looked to be in a good deal of pain just from that attack alone. If the Houndoom turned on either Peter or James, there was no way they could defend themselves against it. His partner had to come first.

The Houndoom opened its mouth again and another fiery stream of burning embers belched from its mouth again as it aimed its attack at James. He yelped and dove forward, the blaze covering the space where he had been moments before as he landed on the floor and scrambled to his pants.

He had somethign in his pocket that was only used in emergencies, the Pokemon version of Riot Control. Used only when the situation called for it, usually when things got way out of hand on the job. And it was something he always carried with him no matter what he did or where he went.

James' hand dove its way into his pocket as his fingers closed around the mega stone he kept on hand at all times. The Houndoom looked like it was about to launch another attack him as James stood up and held the stone in front of him.

"Lucario. Mega Evolve" he shouted as the stone began to glow.

A bright aqua green glow.

The light touched Lucario and it swept over his body, covering him in an aqua green glow. It only took a moment or two for James to realise that the light was the wrong damn colour. And it was with a horrible realisation that James discovered it was the wrong damn stone. He had shoved his hand into the wrong pocket.

"Oh shit" he said loudly as he hurriedly dropped the stone. It landed with a thump on the floor and rolled a few times before it came to a stop. But it continued to glow that bright aqua green glow. "Shit shit shit" he said in shock and horror.

Lucario suddenly stood up, the smoke from his chest fading into the air as the black burn mark on his fur faded away from his colouring. His eyes were wide open and he had an expression on his face that James hadn't seen before. He was grinning, his tongue hanging from his mouth, his chest starting to rise and fall rapdily as his breathing increased.

And that wasn't all that was happening. There was an obvious stirring between his legs. Lucario, like most pokemon with fur, had his goods hidden in a sheath. But it was usually hidden from view, as his crotch fur was extra thick and fluffy, so it looked like he didn't have it.

But now it was bulging out through the thick fur on Lucarios crotch, swelling bigger as Lucarios arousal grew along with it. It looked fat and heavy as it swelled outwards, before the tip opened up and Lucarios actual length began to slide out.

James wasn't a stranger to it, having seen it before. When you have your pokemon live with you and you bathe them, care for them and even let them sleep beside you, you were bound to see more then you normally would. Lucarios length was typcially canine, thick and tapered towards the end. Veiny and a deep ebony black in colour.

But it seemed to be bigger then he last remembered it, and he hadn't seen it that hard before. It just inflated like a balloon, rapidly hardening up faster then James had ever seen it become hard before. Drool was actually starting to drip from his pokemons tongue as his eyes clouded over with a look of utter lust in his eyes.

Then Lucario pounced. He leapt into the air, his arms outstretched as he leapt towards his target, but it wasn't towards the Houndoom. He had pounced right towards James.

James let out a startled cry as his pokemon tackled him to the ground, crashing onto the floor behind him. Lucarios paws were all over him, scrabbling at his body as his claws dug into his shirt as the fabric began to rip apart as scraps of material began to fly into the air.

“Lu... Lucario... stop... stop this” James cried out as his shirt was shredded to pieces, but not a single claw mark appeared on his skin. He was completely smooth all over, his bare skin exposed to his pokemon as he lay under him in just his briefs.

But Lucario had no intention of stopping, unable to do anything but give in to the unattural levels of arousal and lust that had flooded his system like a potent drug. He grabbed James by the hips and flipped him over, a move all to easily for the much stronger canine as James was turned onto his stomach.

James gasped as he felt the back of his briefs get ripped open, his crevice suddenly exposed to the cool air. He found himself at a loss for words when he felt that first waft of hot moist breath across his now exposed backside. Then Lucario grabbed his cheeks and forced them apart, ripping his briefs further.

“AAGGHH” James cried out as he felt Lucarios tongue delve into his backside like a hot moist snake that started to slither around. It was a furious and fast licking like he had just found his favourite treat and he had to have it right there and then.

James dug his fingers into the carpet and tried to move away, but something pressed down on his back and pushed him into the carpet. He was just able to angle his head to look upwards, as he saw the Houndoom standing above him, a clawed foot on his bare back.

Lucarios slurps were loud and wet, and they made James groan and whimper. He had never been rimmed before, and it was definitely something that was starting to feel good. It sent shivers down his spine as he felt Lucarios warm breath waft over his backside, hot wet drool dripping onto his cheeks as his flesh raised in goosebumps.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” the Houndoom said as it kept its foot on James' back. It had it's length in its hand, fully hard and throbbing with need. It was big, very big. Bigger then Lucarios. And it was a bright throbbing red. Two huge bulges were on either side of its base, like two tennis balls sitting beside each other.

James could only manage moans and whimpers as he felt his voice catch in his throat. His own length was hard in the remains of his briefs, betraying the level of pleasure he was feeling as he felt more of Lucarios drool coat his cheeks as that tongue slithered around in his crevice.

He looked over and saw the door move as Peter seemed to be waking up at last. He felt Lucarios tongue leave his backside, but it did nothing to soothe his nerves as he felt a new weight clamber on top of him as something hard and hot began to push into his rear.

“PETER” James cried out as Lucario shoved forward, James feeling that pointed tip start to push into his backside and pierce his ring. “Peter, for gods sake get ….” but he didn't get to finish what he was going to say as that first spurt of Lucarios pre landed inside him, and something washed over him like a wave on a shore.

It felt so damn good as Lucario started to thrust his hips, his hands digging into Jame's side as he shoved the rest of his length into that tight hole with repeated thrusts. His hole started to open up, almost scarily easily as James found himself trying to push back to get more of that cock inside of him.

He had the urge to just let Lucario rut him, the desire to get bred and bred hard by his partner as Lucarios hips began to jack hammer against his backside, breeding him as if he had blue balls for months. His hips make soft clapping noises against James' backside as his length was buried over and over .

The Houndoom grinned as he removed his foot from Jame's back as he took a step backwards, starting to stroke its hard cock. James felt the weight remove itself as he pushed backwards against Lucarios thrusts, moaning loudly for more as he pushed himself up onto all fours, no longer trying to escape as he felt the pleasure of the bestial rutting.

He was panting hard as his insides were rutted, pre leaking into his body and just adding more fuel to the fire inside of him. He moaned long and hard as Lucario topped him, his backside getting spanked over and over by Lucarios hips.

The door was pushed off as Peter got the object off him, the boy slowly standing up looking a bit giddy. He took a moment to gather his surroundings before his eyes fell onto the spectacle before him. He looked surprised to see a humanoid Houndoom stroking a very impressive cock while James was being battered from behind by his Lucario.

“Peter...” James moaned out as he took a moment to register that Peter was up and could possibly go and get help. He was rocked back and forth with each thrust as he felt Lucarios drool splatter on his back.

“Put the door back” Peter said with a grin on his face as he jerked his thumb over his shoulder. The Houndoom nodded, almost eagerly as he took his hand off himself and hurried behind Peter, bending over and giving a rather good view of his backside as he picked up the fallen door and hoisted it up. Lifting it as if it weighed nothing, he wedged it back into place so the door appeared to be closed from the other side.

“Pe... Peter?” James panted as he let out another moan, Lucario had just jammed his cock against his prostate and it send a very powerful jolt of pleasure through his body. He gasped, having almost climaxed hands free from that jolt alone.

Peter had a smirk across his face as the Houndoom walked up beside him and knelt down on its knees, with its legs spread to reveal that large bobbing red cock between its legs. With a nod of permisson from Peter the Houndoom smiled up at him as he leant back, his cock pointing upwards as he grabbed it in his hands and started to stroke.

Peter placed his hand behind him and removed something from his belt. He held it up in his hand, revealing a miniaturised Pokeball. With a click of his finger the ball expanded to the size of a large orange before it clicked open.

A flood of light burst forth, pouring out in a cascade that washed out onto the floor before it started to take shape. Jame's eyes widened as he saw the light form and solidify as it took the shape, of an Umbreon.

The cat like pokemon sat on its haunches, its bright eyes gazing over at the spectacle before it without blinking or even a look of surprise. It did however smile as Peter bent over and picked up the feline and held it to his chest as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a Fusion stone.

“no....no way...” James moaned as he tried to clear his head so that he could focus, but Lucarios relentless pounding was too good to ignore. He could feel the sweat start to drip from his hair down his face and down his body. “You... you can't be...” he said.

Peter held up the Fusion stone and it started to shine with a bright aqua green glow as it bathed both Umbreon and Peter in its light. Peter was actually expecting them both to start rutting like beasts just like he was being rutted, but nothing of the sort happened.

Umbreon just seemed to melt like ice cream, its body smooshing up against Peter as it seemed to spread. The Umbreon closed its eyes as its body melted backwards and started to spread, its fur and flesh slipping under Peters clothing as it ran over his body like ink on water.

Peter was grinning as the Umbreons face disappeared under his shirt, a visible bulge through the material that looked somewhat disturbing before the face slipped up his neck and began to cover the boys head like some grotesque mask.

“No...” James moaned as he felt his body rock back and forth, the hips against his backside making wetter and wetter slapping noises as Lucario was panting hard, his length throbbing hard inside his trainer as he took him hard.

The Umbreons face covered Peters and stretched back, ears shifting above his head as his hands and feet cracked and reformed to become more animal like. A thick fluffy tail sprouted through his pants with a ripping noise as the transformation took less then a minute. Peter then opened his eyes, the Umbreons opening as well as his eyes seemed to glow brightly.

“So, does it feel good James?” the Umbreon asked as he stood there before James as the cop was getting rutted hard. “I told you it would be something addicting, didn't I? But the first time is always like this. You don't need to fuck to fuse after this. But, you can still fuck, it just wont fuse you again” he said.

“The stones ability to make you fuse through sex runs out after the first time, so you can use the same stone over and over again to fuse normally” Umbreon continued to explain as he began to remove his cothing from his slender black body. “Course, we don't say that to our clients, so they just buy new stones each time so they can continue fusing through the sex. Only those closest in our group know you don't need to” he said.

“Why...why...” James moaned as Lucarios thrusts started to get faster, the canine now growling loudly as his own climax was building up. James moaned as he was rocked back and forth hard, sweat starting to fly off his body as he was hammered over and over again. He could feel something grow against his backside, and he realised with a brief sensation of horror that Lucarios knot was growing. He was getting ready to tie with him. Part of him was screaming to get off him before that knot was lodged into him and the fusing began.

But the other part wanted to feel it. He actually wanted that big knot inside of him, lodging itself into him, tugging against his ring, flooding his insides with his Lucarios cum. That part of him was wondering why he had never given in and let his Lucario mount him before, if he knew that it was this good.

“Looks like he's about to pop” Umbreon said with a grin on his face as he removed his pants and his breifs. His own hard length slid from his sheath, bobbing in the air. It was pointed at the end with soft spikes around the head. And it was also the same bright yellow as his bodily markings. “Get ready James, you're going to love it” he said.

It was only a few more thrusts before that knot was forced into him, spreading his ring wide as James howled from the impact. That knot began to swell even bigger the moment it was inside him, growing so large that it couldn't be removed. Lucarios thrusts were reduced to a series of rapid minute grinding as each movement tugged against his ring.

“OH GOD” James almost screamed as he felt that first searing liquid heat blast inside of him,and even more was spurting after it. His insides were getting whitewashed as Lucario let out a joyfull howl of pleasure as he achieved his release, his hips grinding on James' backside as he held on tightly.

As Jame's felt his insides fill up with his Lucarios cum, he felt a tingle across his skin, something akin to goosebumps but much more obvious. His flesh was crawling and it felt like he was getting hotter all over, like he was in a sauna.

Then Lucario flopped ontop of him, his tongue out of his mouth and draped over his neck, his pokemons head onto of his own, the canines arms wrapped around his sides. Then that tingling began to grow into an itch. An itch that was starting to increase in its intensity.

James' vision began to double and grow out of focus as he felt that itch spread across him, and it took a moment for him to realise that his Lucario was starting to fuse with him. He panicked for just a moment, a sudden jolt through his mind that his shouldn't be happening. That he had to get away, that this was wrong. This was what he was supposed to be fighting against, he was a police officer dammit.

But he couldn't have stopped even if he wanted to as he felt his insides start to inflate somewhat as his Lucarios cock was actually moving forward inside him, pulling more of the canine into him with it. He felt a pressure on his back, like a great weight was ontop of him and trying to push him down. But that pressure was moving through him as his skin continued to itch.

He felt the pressure push against his tailbone, like someone was trying to push something down into his flesh. James let out a yowl as that something did, the pressure becoming final as if he was suddenly stuck with something. Then he suddenly became aware of control over a new appendage, something that was wagging over his upturned backside. He had control of a tail!

His legs swelled under his skin as his muscles grew outwards, gaining definition and mass as his Lucarios fur swept over his skin like a new set of pants. He could feel his feet crack and shift apart as they became more bidepal, his feet literally changing shape as his toes fused together and grew outwards. Flesh on his sole hardened and toughened up as his feet became strong footpaws for his new legs.

The pressure inside of him pushed outwards towards his crotch, building up behind his still erect cock. Then he felt that pressure move inside his cock and start pushing through it. He moaned and groaned as he lowered his head to look underneath him as best he could. Through his double and blurred vision, he could see his cock getting longer and swelling thicker, the skin turning darker as it took on a deep ebony tone.

Two large bulges appeared at the base of his cock, rapidly expanding outwards as they grew to the size of two huge oranges. The fur reached his crotch and seemed to spin around, forming a fat looking sheath that his new canine cock was proudly jutting out of. The fur then washed over his balls as they began to expand as well, growing to a bigger size to compliment his new package.

James gasped as something started to poke at his chest from the inside, a pressure that was starting to build up in the centre of his chest. He groaned loudly as the pressure grew harder and harder with each passing moment before he heard a slight tearing sound and a large pointed bone burst through his chest, fur swarming around it.

The fur melted down his arms as he felt the bones in his fingers crack and shift, his fingers breaking apart and shrinking down. His fingers began to melt together and started thickening up as they fused into paws, hard paw pads appearing on his palms. He felt the same hard pressure on the backs of his hands, and as the fur covered his new paws the skin broke, a large pointed bone spike appearing on the back of his hands.

He felt something cover his head, like a hoodie being pulled from behind over. But it wasn't a hoodie, it was his Lucarios head. Lucarios head seemed to swallow up James' head from behind, the jaw opening obscenely wide and swarming around his neck as Jame's face seemed to disappear into Lucarios throat.

His double vision seemed to get worse as his head shifted under Lucarios skin. James could feel his skull cracking and changing shape to suit under the canines flesh. He felt his ears shift to the top of his head and his nose felt like it was pulled forward. His teeth sunk into his gums as newer teeth pushed their way into place.

Then he felt the skin tighten around his newly formed face as everything settled onto his body in the proper position. He felt a completeness inside him, a strange feeling as if he was one with himself, an internal peace. But only for a moment before he threw his head back. Eyes closed and mouth opening, he let out a primal wolfish howl of pleasure as his new canine cock erupted.

Ribbons of pearly white canine seed shot across the carpet, spraying out like a miniature hose as James felt an intense pleasure, more then he had ever felt before. And his cock just kept spraying over the carpet over and over again. Almost a full minute passed before his climax began to taper off as James found himself falling forward, bracing himself with his arms to keep himself from landing in a puddle of his own cum.

He faintly heard a moaning noise beside him and heard a splatter onto the carpet as well. The smell of fresh cum suddenly invaded his nostrils as he opened his eyes. His double vision had returned to singular vision, and it took him a moment to realise he was able to see in a much sharper focus. He looked up to see the Houndoom was moaning in his own climax, his hand flying up and down on his cock as he sprayed out his own release.

“It felt good, didn't it James?” Ubreon asked as he sat himself down on the couch, crossing his legs over one another as he settled himself down. His shaft was hard and pointing up in the air, leaking pre cum to show his arousal.

James tried to say something, but he was unable to speak. He was panting too hard and his body was too wracked with pleasure to really think straight. His cock was still hard and throbbing underneath him, it felt like it was ready to go another round.

“Miss Jenny was right. We did know you were coming last night” Umbreon said as Houndoom got onto his hands and knees and started to lick his own cum from the carpet. “That officer she's been parading around in front of you and screwing on the side? One of mine” he said with a smile. “Oh, and apparenlty she's utter crap in bed. Way too much of a screamer. Very offputting” he said.

“But the stone we gave you was real. We do understand all the mistakes that were made, all the unfortunate trainers and pokemon who are stuck either halfway or unable to transform back” Umbreon continued. “But that's why we continue to test. We need to work out the kinks before we scale up our business” he said.

James panted, trying to listen as he watched Houndooms tongue slurp up the seed on the carpet. Somewhere in his mind, he wondered what it would be like to french with him. Or get that tongue on another part of his body.

“James, we are not the bad people here. Unlike the other teams out there who want to use pokemon to fullfill their own desires, or some spoilt little kid who thinks he knows what's best, we just want to bring people and their pokemon closer together” Umbreon continued to say. “And this is how we're doing it. By literally bringing them together. One plus one equals all together” he said.

“And really, how is that so bad? Haven't you ever wondered, deep down, what it was like to be your lucario? Or a Charizard? Or a Tauros? Or any kind of pokemon?” He asked James as the Houndoom moved over to the spray of cum that James had erupted over the floor. His tongue quickly got to work, a happy looking smile on his face. “Your Lucario is literally a part of you now, to him it will just be a dream. But a very intense and wonderfull dream. And you can experience what it's like to be a pokemon” he said.

“All the power, all the benefits, all the experience is yours to take part of” Umbreon said as Houndoom slurped away. “Eventually it will pass away and you two will seperate, but your bond will be so much better then it was once. And how can that possibly be a bad thing?” he asked.

James wasn't really able to think straight as he pushed himself up slowly to his knees. But part of what Umbreon was saying did sink in. He had never actually thought of that side of things before.

“James, if you wish to take me in, I will not resist” Umbreon said to him. “I will let you. You can take me in and I'll comply with your officers and tell you everyhting I know. You will most likely cripple our organisation beyond repair. Single handedly, you will have taken us down like some ten year old kids take down a criminal organsiation.”

“But you won't get rewards. Jenny will take the credit for herself, flipping her position on us quickly once she can get the credit for it. And you, you won't be treated like an officer anymore. You'll be disgraced for taking part, even if it was by accident” Umbreon continued as Houndoom moved his tongue right in front of James, licking up the last few spurts of cum. “All your career, ruined because you took a fusion stone and used it.”

“And like the others who your government has, you will just be test subject. Something for them to study. You and your lucario will spend the rest of oyur life in a government prison being tested on while they try and unlock the secrets that we developed. And eventualy, who knows. They'll even start distributing it themselves, albeit without the sex, to make it so called 'safer' for use” he said.

James gasped as he felt Houndooms tongue start to lick at his large balls. They felt so much more sensitive then they had been before. His cock was starting to throb with arousal again as Houndooms warm thick tongue slurped over his hanging balls. Oh, James so wanted to just shove his cock down the canines throat and make him choke on it.

“Or, you can join us” Umbreon said as Houndoom licked, the canine looking up at James with big puppy dog eyes, his ears folded in submission to the Fused Lucario he was serving. “We have agents and people in more places then you can believe, we're spread farther then you gave us credit for. And we have much more product then you could think we had” Umbreon continued.

“Join us, and help us bring pokemon and their trainers together, and we'll take the next step in pokemon history' Umbreon said. “Or, you can take me in. And bring us down, but you won't be treated like a person ever again.”

“What will you do, James?” Umbreon asked him.

The Houndoom stopped licking as he looked up at James with his big puppy dog eyes. James tried to think it through, but it was a bit hard to think with his cock begging for another round. Everything that Peter, or Umbreon or whatever he called himself did make sense. He wouldn’t put it past Jenny to take the credit on James' exposing Team Fusion, and he probably would end up being a medical experiment like the other patients of the Fuseds failed results.

Or, he could join them. Bring the product out there, bring more trainers and their pokemon together. And the sex, god the sex would be the biggest plus that he could think of.

“I'll....I'll join you...Please.... let me join you.. “James whimpered at Umbreon. 'I want to bring everyone together.....please.... let me help... “ Umbreon smiled at him as he uncrossed his legs and leant back on the couch, his hard yellow cock pointing upwards into the air.

“Then you know what to do to show your allegiance” he said with a smile. “Come and submit to me, Lucario. Join us” he said with a smile as he beckoned him with a finger.

Lucario slowly stood up, his new legs wobbling slightly as he found himself a bit unsteady at first. But he was able ot right himself as he slowly crossed over to Umbreon. Slowly, and being carefull, the turned around, his back facing the Fused as he pushed his backside out, rubbing it slowly over Umbreons hard yellow cock. Just that small contact was enough to make the Lucario start whimpering with need, his own cock spurting a jet of pre from his arousal.

Slowly, that bright yellow cock began to push into Lucarios backside, both feline and canine letting out moans of pleasure the other was giving them. Umbreon always enjoyed breaking in a new recruit. For Lucario, this was more then just pleasure. It was awesome.

His buttcheeks met with the flesh of Umbreons hips and they went flush together, Umbreons length getting buried balls deep inside Lucario. He gasped as he leant back, leaning on Umbreon for support as he felt that cock throb inside of him against his inner walls. It felt so damn good he couldn't wait to adjust himself. He just started to bounce almost immediately as he rode that glorious yellow length.

Lucario found himself whimpering as something warm and wet wrapped itself around his length and he looked down to see the puppy dog eyes of Houndoom as the canine had his entire muzzle wrapped around that ebony length. From the look he was giving him, it was clear the Houndoom was enjoying the blowjob just as much as Lucario was enjoying receiving it.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, James knew that things weren't going to be the same between himself and his pokemon from that night on as Umbreon and Houndoom proceeded to fuck him three ways from Sunday during the remainder of the night.

Lucario though, was sure to enjoy every pleasure filled moment from there on out as they would proceed to bring more into their Team.

The End.