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Welcome to a story about Pokemon, trainers, and the sordid activities involving them!

This particular series is inspired by Violet Enterprises, found here. Brought to us by :iconXianyu:

Permissions were asked and given, and Pokemon belongs to... Nintendo? Game Freak? You know who they are, just don't show them this as they will probably freak out.

Special thanks to Xianyu and :iconGuri: for looking things over and critiquing and proofing.

In addition, I am considering some loose viewer interaction: If you want to suggest a Pokemon, or kink, theme or the like, I'll compile them with some of my other idea fragments and (if I don't have an idea picked out on what to do next) randomly pick from them to see how I can get them involved.

This does mean some suggestions may get rejected by default (No trying to eat Arthur and end the story), but leaving it open ended at least gives people the option.

And so, without further ado...

• - - Chapter 2: Lap of Luxury - - -

When all the filming had finally finished and everyone had bid Arthur a good day, the bewildered job seeker found himself ushered back out into the world as they packed up. He could barely recall the walk home, and when his parents had asked why he had been out so long he had made up the excuse that he had thought he had found some new options, but it had turned out to be a dead end.

His mind was completely distracted. Catching (then watching) a pokemon in the act of self pleasure was indecent—maybe sort of scandalous—but at the same time it fulfilled a cheap thrill of watching someone do something that might only cost them a slap on the wrist (or paw, in this case) whereas if it had been him in that position there would be handcuffs involved. While they were alive and had wills of their own, pokemon tended to be seen as having lesser intelligence, and thus had less discipline to resist such actions in public.

But to upgrade that situation from one that admittedly came from a position of power over another creature, to have them basically imply the same level of impunity and importance that they would seduce or have relations with a human and want to, quickly followed by an actual display of the most carnal act possible for commercial purpose?

That illusion of so-called superiority had cracked. While pokemon might depend on humans for several things, they could very clearly take care of themselves as well. Wouldn't that mean they were just as capable of wanting and expressing their interests of human quirks as well?

The mental images of the film shot crept in between his questions and gave him a raging hard-on, distracting him greatly.. He had ended up dealing with the turgid predicament twice before he could finally shut his mind down and sleep.

The following day had him ruminating over the implications of his morals even more as he tried to follow up on his job hunting and general time with his family.

Siren was not amused; She had been sprawled beside him, half in his lap, when she reached out and lightly pawed at his face. He had been giving her simple back strokes, whereas she preferred a focus on head and neck scritches, followed by a few flowing sweeps along her back. “Sorry, Siren." He corrected his attention, and the look of exasperation faded from her face.

However, with her getting her proper treatment, her rump hiked up at the end of each stroke, as was prone to most cat types. No thanks to his experience the other day, those moments gave Arthur a glimpse at her backside, to the casual display of her goods, and nearly broke his poor brain as he imagined her sprawled out, displaying herself like for some porno shoot.

When some random human showed up and pounced on her to hump her with wild abandon, his brain really did break. The scene kept repeating itself with different people and pokemon each time.

His family noticed his distraction (if not his blushing stares), which left him just saying he felt a bit out of it that day. They encouraged him to get to bed early and to take some medicine if he felt like he was getting sick, while Siren gave up on him and strolled over to someone else for attention.

The second night wasn't as bad as the first, but he still dreamt of indecent things. He found himself waking up nearly two hours before his alarm was set, sweaty and painfully aroused.

Unable to help himself, he took his time in busting one more good nut, then laid there with the sheets askew and a messy chest for his troubles. Eventually, his brain roused itself enough to make him go clean up the evidence before anyone would be awake to catch him.

Revitalized by the hot water, Arthur felt he had gotten enough of the shock out of his system to at least focus on other things. His family seemed to notice this too, expressing their relief he recovered so quickly. Thus psyched up, he went to go fetch the mail to see if he had any responses to his job inquiries...

Only to open the door and find a surprised looking Mienshao just outside it, holding what looked like a stack of mail. He nearly slammed it shut again.

It can't be...?

It clearly was; Casper smiled and waved before offering the bundle of mail to him. He was alone, but Arthur had a suspicion Owen was lurking around a corner somewhere nearby.

Cautiously, he took the mail. “Thanks?" Did he invite the Mienshao inside? The question became moot, however, as the Mienshao gave him a wink, then turned to jog down the walkway to the street.

Watching the pokemon then proceed to jog along the path, he finally closed the door, and began going through the mail as he tried to figure out what that was all about.

“Any responses?" Arthur's father came in from the kitchen, seeing the bundle of mail. “You got that pretty quick."

“Uh, no, doesn't look like any." Arthur neglected to answer the second question, just about finished sorting through the mail. He was quite certain about the lack of responses, seeing as it was either bills or mail for his parents, or spam sent his way...

But, the last piece he had thought was spam was different. It was addressed to him, had a shiny, unfamiliar logo in the corner, and an inked pokemon paw print on it.

He had never, ever, seen anyone send mail with a paw print on it like that. Not without any words around it anyways. It was out of place against the rest of the letter's layout.

It had to be the reason Casper was there; This letter had something to do with him.

Trying his best to keep a straight face, Arthur passed on the rest of the mail to his father, then went to shut himself in his room to 'check for any responses online.' Thus sequestered, he carefully opened up the letter.

Inside was a simple yet elegant layout with the company name Violet Enterprises in it. Included was a bland message explaining that they were replying to an inquiry for employment, and a contact number.

It was all neatly typed, except for the number. That was clearly handwritten using a pen, as he could see the shine of the blue-black ink and the impression it made on the paper when he angled it against the light of his ceiling fan. Someone had taken the time to write a number for him into their innocuous looking letter, rather than just have an automated system do it.

He had a sneaking suspicion he knew just whose number it was.

Should I call? Arthur was hesitant. On the one hand, it made no sense to track him down after just a couple days to harass him, and it was offering work. But what sort of work would a porn company offer him? Turned on or not, there was no way he was going to tell his family he was off to become a porn star, nevermind a Pokephilia porn star!

But on the other hand, they had done the one thing no one else had done so far—contacted him. His resume was on several job application sites that let companies search for prospective hires; Knowing his name from getting caught, it wouldn't have been a problem for Owen or someone else to look up his profile and get his contact information. Even a porn company needed someone to push papers or do other office things, right?

He thought back to two days before, to Owen's words:

'Well, whatever part it is, make sure you burn it in deep, because you might not ever see something like this in person again.'

That could be applied to more than just the display that had been going on in front of him; Even if the idea of working for an adult company made him nervous, he was probably going to feel that at any job! If he never took the leap when it was offered to him (like now), he might never, ever make that leap again.

Which could mean a long time of suffering his family's judgement and his own, making himself feel more miserable.

In the end, it was the thought of Casper's friendly smile at the door, offering him his mail, tha decided him. Maybe he was being a sucker for attention, but at least this offer felt more earnest than any of the hiring ads he had dealt with.

And he could always say no, if it turned out they just wanted him for his body.

Heh, right. Like they really want me for porn. I don't think I got the physique for that, let alone the looks...

He picked up his phone and dialed the number, scanning the letter for any details he had missed, like a hidden candid of a naked pokemon in the design work or something.

The phone rang three times before someone answered. “Hello?" A familiar, male voice; It was Owen.

“Did you really have to send Casper to the door with my mail?" Arthur couldn't help himself. His sudden initiative had also given him a moment of fearlessness about speaking.

Owe's voice chuckled over the line. “Well, we wanted to make sure you got it on time. My schedule can get a little crazy. He was supposed to write your name if you weren't the one at the door, or did you get it?"

Well made sense. Arthur felt a little bit of his tension drift away. “I did. I almost slammed the door in his face."

“But you didn't, and he hasn't even had a chance to tell me he delivered it. Does that mean you're interested?"

Arthur looked back one more time at the letter. “It doesn't say what sort of job you're actually offering me. That seems important, considering how I met you."

“That's because you have options," Owen explained, “The obvious choice you likely already know, but it's not what I'm recommending. I mean this in the nicest way, but you don't seem bold enough for working in front of a camera. Being shy doesn't matter much when it comes to transportation or paperwork, however."

“Transportation?"

“I can give you more details in person, where you can ask more open questions without worrying about your family hearing. There's a Cafe nearby we can talk if you'd like?"

The address was given, and Arthur loosely recognized it. The fact it was public meant he probably wasn't going to be kidnapped or get dragged off somewhere - but that was just his imagination going crazy. If they had wanted to kidnap him, Casper probably would have just grabbed him at the door and ran, or at the shoot from before. He had watched him lift up a woman with ease already!

The memory brought up other things as well, making him blush. “What time?"

“An hour work for you? Breakfast is on me."

“Okay then." Arthur hesitated, trying to think of something else to say. “Uh, see you then."

“Later." The line then went quiet.

He'd done it; He had actually set up a meeting to talk about a job.

Arceus—I might have a job at an adult film company.

He let that sink in a bit as he sat there, barely noticing the light rasping noise at his door as Siren demanded entrance for her daily pettings.

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Arthur opted not to mention he was going out to an interview, in part because he had no idea how he'd explain it one way or the other. The Cafe in question was easy to get to, and (which he couldn't help but find funny under the circumstances) noted it was a Pokemon Cafe; A place that had pokemon playing as the waiters.

He had no idea if they were considered 'employees' or just pokemon that worked there. A Wigglytuff, Quilava, Sentret, Aipom, and a Machop were all wearing little hats and aprons with the cafe logo, taking care of different items depending on what was ordered. This made sense though—you probably wouldn't want to hand over a tray with several items on it to any but the Machop at the risk of them toppling over from loss of balance.

Owen and Casper were at an outside table. Owen had an empty plate barring a few fries and what looked like tea, whereas Casper had a burger, fires, and a soda. He struggled over a burger, the lack of thumbs making the use of his paws a problematic balancing act.

It was actually a bit impressive to watch, but the two spotted him as he stepped up to the outdoor space. “Good to see you again, Mr. Kent," Owen got up from his chair and offered his hand to shake. “Why don't we see about getting you a bite, and we'll get down to business?"

Arthur ended up getting himself a toasted berry'n'egg sandwich, complete with steamed veggies and a soda. He had tried to do something simpler, like a simple breakfast burrito, but Owen had given him an arched brow and a snort. “I don't make that little. Relax a bit; get what you want."

When they made it back to Casper, they found him working with a damp napkin to get some of the burger stains off his face and fur. He had managed to eat half the burger despite his handicap. “I told you that was a bad idea. You could have at least managed it with a knife and fork." Owen's words got him a mean-faced glare and a stuck out tongue from the Mienshao. He chuckled and took his seat back, grabbing the ketchup bottle to pour some onto Casper's plate. “So Transportation," he started, “Is basically helping to take various pokemon, or in a rare case, human, to their next shoot location or some other place of importance."

So, they were starting off where they had left off in the phone call. “I thought everyone who worked there were, well, actors, or camera people or something?" Arthur waited his turn to take the ketchup bottle. “Wouldn't the PC system work for most cases, If you just set up a dedicated spot in each city or something and travelled from there?"

“Not every pokemon tolerates a pokeball, and some like being able to travel rather than use the system." Owen supplied, stealing one of Casper's fries. Casper huffed, and slid his plate further away. “A lot of pokemon actually do use the PC system, but while we do have quite a few actors, we don't have so many that we can just keep them all in specific regions. Most of our actors actually travel with their pokemon in tow, unless we know exactly where someone is that is near a PC hub, then we can just arrange to send the pokemon over to be picked up and then sent back when done."

Thinking this over, Arthur found a few odd spots. “So, are transporters also actors? You said before I wasn't being offered that; Does that also mean that not all pokemon in your movies actually work for... you? The company or whatever?" He wished he had the letter with him; he had stuffed it away into a drawer to keep it from being found by accident. “Is the place really called Violet Enterprises?"

“The name is Violet Enterprises, but it's a subsidiary. Technical crap, so just focus on V.E. All pokemon you see in our stuff are actual employees. While some of them technically do belong to some of the actors, most of them actually just travel with them because laws don't exactly encourage trainerless pokemon on a boat. I raised Casper here from when I was young, for example, but technically speaking, he works for V.E. and I just happen to be his less popular valet who does a few flicks for the extra money."

At this, Arthur stopped mid bite, and looked between the two. Casper looked fairly smug about the announcement he made more money than Owen did; Owen looked like he was being good natured about it, though fully aware of the smugness. “Is that... normal?" Arthur asked with some hesitance.

“I'd say about half and half." Owen shrugged. “The trends change it up. You need human actors if you're going to make those kinds of films, but you also need pokemon for it. There's big stars on both sides, but it also depends what they will or won't do and what people are asking for. We had a run of people apparently craving 'Legendary Pokemon' not that long ago, and that was a pain to set up."

“Legendary Pokemon?" Arthur nearly dropped his sandwich at that.

“Don't freak out - they're illusions." Owen said quickly and firmly, “So you're not getting an autograph from Palkia or something."

“Oh..." I mean, I just wanted to see one. Now I feel dumb for even assuming that.

Looking properly sheepish at his reaction, Arthur tried to bring things back to the job. “So Casper is popular enough that you help get him around to shoots, and you've done stuff, but you don't have to?" He clarified. He wasn't sure how to bring up sex out in public like they were. “And if I'm only working as a transporter, I won't be asked to actually get on camera or anything like that? I'm basically a glorified pokemon babysitter?"

Owen thought about it a moment, then nodded. “Very simplified, but yeah, basically. You don't get paid much for doing just that, but you are performing several services, so you are getting paid for being along as a chaperone, taking care of pokemon along the way, helping keep them out of trouble," His eyes glanced over to Casper, who was doing his best to act innocent, “And you can mix in other jobs if you have the skills and permission to do so. Might pick up something that needs delivery that isn't a pokemon, or pick up someone from a PC hub to drop off elsewhere to meet an actor partway, paperwork if it's nothing too sensitive. Hell - if you want, you can also screw the pokemon you're transporting, if they're interested. They'll probably try to seduce you at some point."

Arthur managed not to choke on his sandwich at that last part, but he definitely felt the lump drop far faster into his stomach than intended. He glanced around, but no one was really close enough to hear them.

He wanted to ask how likely he was to be seduced, how to say yes - or no, if it was some big female Charizard looking at him hungrily, but he instead found himself asking, “Why me?"

Casper looked over to Owen, and Owen sighed a bit. “Two reasons, actually. The first is the fact that I want to 'retire'—at least from running around everywhere. Not sure where to yet, but if I want to keep some income, I might make up a Pokemon Daycare of some sort, but for the company pokemon. I could probably pull that off if I get the right employees." He rubbed at his chin a moment before continuing. “The second reason is because the pokemon I am suggesting you to transport is Casper."

They all sat there in silence. Arthur had stopped eating because, well, that bombshell was a pretty big one. Casper had probably stopped for a similar reason. He looked sad, but not angry, which meant they had probably talked this over themselves already.

Well, Owen had probably talked, and Casper had probably broken something, maybe.

Finally, Arthur spoke again. “Is... Casper okay with that?" He looked between the two. “If you basically raised him, it seems odd that he wouldn't come with you. I get the whole 'he gets a choice' bit, but if you two are always together, then..."

Owen nodded his head, then reached over to put his hand on Casper's head, giving the fur there a gentle fuzzle. Casper's head slumped down a bit, but he seemed to like the attention all the same. “Pokemon aren't like humans; They are similar, but much like how there are different pokemon types, their wants and needs can be different. Usually they're simpler than human desires, but some just want to have sex with humans, some just want to have a home and not worry about surviving in the wild, some like getting to watch others, or interact with humans, eat different foods from exotic locales—the list goes on. When I got pulled into all of this it was because Casper was head hunted, not me. I was just a bonus. I enjoyed myself, but maybe not as much as he does after all this time; I don't want to take him away from something he enjoys doing just because I'm done with it."

Casper slipped over and gave Owen a hug, which apparently surprised him as well as Arthur. Owen smiled at this and returned the hug, a big squeeze added in, before they separated. “Also, it's not like it's goodbye," Owen added. “I'm just retiring, not abandoning him. He can always come visit if he wants a break, or when he decides he's done, and I can sort of set up a place for him at the same time. It's not like I can't call now and then either, and you can likewise call me if you have questions about Casper, or about V.E."

Arthur wasn't sure what the moment was. Was it sad? Happy? Bittersweet? Was it tender? It wasn't just spur of the moment decision at least, from what he could tell. “I'm not gonna lie - just the fact this means I may actually get a job is a big draw," Arthur confessed, “But it's also more than just a job, because you're asking me to travel and take care of Casper, or anyone else they have me bring with. He seems nice, which certainly makes it feel less terrifying. My degree isn't exactly in pokemon care though; what if I screw something up like accidentally poison someone or dump water on a rock type or something?"

“That's a fair question; The simplest answer is you probably won't, so long as you're not being stupid about it. Casper is easy to take care of - apart from getting himself in trouble in public, he's used to enough technology to fiddle with almost anything he'd need to use. He can also help you with other pokemon, since he can probably draw you a literal picture, or wrangle them back if they get too forward. But you would definitely want to study up on pokemon handling in general while you're traveling. It's easy to get bored, even if you are enjoying a pokemon every other day. You'll be grateful for the study time."

Arthur flushed again, then nearly jumped when the Sentret came over and held up a dessert menu to them all. “Sen?" it inquired politely, balancing on its tail so it was more easily visible.

A quick check confirmed none of them wanted dessert; Casper focused on finishing what was left of his burger. Once the Sentret was gone, Arthur looked back to Owen. “What if I can't do it?" There it was; his deepest fear. “What if I agree to do this, and realize I can't handle it? This isn't just a regular job, not if I'm supposed to take care of Casper for you—I don't want to screw that up."

Owen actually nodded approvingly at that. “I thought about that, actually. We're gonna have a trial run. If you make it through and you still want the job, then we just finish up the paperwork and all is done! If you decide you can't handle it or it flops, then we'll pay you for your time and send you back. No hard feelings. It's not like I have to retire right now. I'm not so desperate I'm gonna actually put that pressure on you!"

A trial? The fact Owen was suggesting the expenses of transporting him and the others for a trial was surprising. “Won't that cost quite a bit though?"

Owen shook his head. “Nah - V.E. has the resources for that.That's what almost everyone does. You book your room, charge it to V.E. and they handle making it cost effective. You will never get a dingy hotel with unexpected bug types unless you're somehow into that, or are incredibly desperate." He held up a finger. “One time, only once, I had to do that because I made the mistake of not getting a room early when I traveled near a contest and didn't bother to look around harder. The room didn't have any bugs, thank goodness, but they didn't have any real television options, the beds were small, and the shampoo deplorable. They didn't even have an exercise room for Casper, not that it mattered; they didn't like pokemon loose in the halls on their own." He let out a heavy sigh. “He jumped on the bed for nearly an hour. I think he was trying to break it, but he claims he wasn't."

He looked over to Casper, who looked back and shook his head, still insisting, apparently. When Owen looked away, however, Casper 's gaze went to Arthur and winked, a small smirk growing on his face.

Arthur tried very hard not to laugh at that.

“So, if we're making a real test of it, that's a hotel stay here, some days on a boat heading for the Orange Islands, another hotel there, and then your destination; A week at most, if some delay happens." Owen gave him an appraising look. “Think you can pack for that today, or would it be better to give you until tomorrow?

“I..." Arthur wasn't sure what was holding him back. Despite the implications of things to come, he was feeling... excited? Nervous? Both?

It's now or never; time to take that leap.

He took a breath, and nodded. “I think I can do it today. Just tell me what I should make sure to bring? If I wait til tomorrow I don't know if I'll freak out and change my mind, or something."

Suddenly, Casper was at his side. Arthur turned and blinked, and found the Mienshao fuzzling his hair with a paw. Owen let out a chuckle at that. “Don't worry. You won't chicken out. As for what you'll want to make sure you bring..."

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Because he would be gone for several days, Arthur had to give his family some sort of story for his absence.

Owen had suggested what he thought was a brilliant idea. “Be some sort of data analyst type, of the more technician sort of variety," He reasoned. “It involves travel to different places to record data with the help of others, but still fits your degree since you'd have to use technical gadgets. Hell, now that I think about it, we might actually have something like that in another subsidiary."

It covered why he wouldn't be around, made sense, and also explained him having pokemon with him. His parents took it with surprise—It was not something they had ever thought of as a job—but were delighted with the idea because even if it wasn't the job they expected, it made a lot of sense and sounded useful.

It also left them an open excuse to ask him to send postcards and souvenirs too.

With his large duffle bag packed, he then went and met Owen and Casper at the Olivine City mall.

With them was also Alicia, the Raichu fluffer, and Kitty, the Linoone. Arthur realized it was the same Linoone he had seen Owen 'working with when he had stumbled on the shoot. “Since we're picking you up stuff, it made sense to look for things they would want as well. Gives you a bit of practice." Owen explained.

“Practice?" Arthur was handing his bag to Casper, who had gestured that he would carry it. Despite it being nearly as tall as the Mienshao, he shouldered it easily. “Practice for what?"

“One of the things to keep in mind—and it will vary from pokemon to pokemon—is that they like things, much as we do." Owen directed his hand off in a direction, “Such as that hot dog stand over there."

Following the direction given, Arthur looked over and saw the stand in question—and Kitty already at and sitting up to peer hungrily at the twirling sausages behind the glass. The man running the stand kept a wary glare at her, until he saw them both coming over. “Oh good, this one belongs to you, right?"

Owen nodded. “Yup. She wants your largest chili dog, if you please."

“Li, Li!" Kitty was hopping from hind leg to hind leg excitedly, tapping at the glass to point at what was apparently the perfect hot dog.

Arthur watched with amusement as the vendor made sure to pick out the exact one she wanted and prep it. He shared a look with Casper who was all smiles, while Alicia looked tempted at getting one herself.

There were no tables nearby to eat, however, and Kitty couldn't hold the hot dog in its carton and walk at the same time. Owen suggested he hold it for her so she could eat it, and then they'd move on. “Food's a pretty common vice, so it's something you'll want to get used to. If she eats too much, it's easy to just put her back into her pokeball to sleep it off. But if you have one that doesn't like going into its ball, you have to remember to watch how much they eat or you might end up carrying them, or waiting." Owen took on a serious look. “It is not fun to deal with, especially if you're on a deadline. I once heard about a Snorlax that didn't like getting put into their ball—so when their trainer brought it out, they ate the damn ball just so they could take a nap."

That mental image of a Snorlax on film put a look of horror on Arthur's face. “We don't seriously have a Snorlax at V.E., do we?"

“Thank Arceus, no. They tend to be so focused on eating and sleeping I wonder how they ever breed to begin with. It's a bit hard to ask permission at the same time, so no one would even dare mess with a sleeping one for convenience."

Thank goodness for that...

Kitty was quick, nibbling along her chili dog to the point of almost inhaling. When she got to the last few inches of it, she grabbed the whole thing with her mouth and tilted her head back, sliding it down in one big bulge.

Arthur couldn't help but be impressed, then realized she was looking at him with a smirk as she licked her chops clean. He made a mental note to be careful about offering her phallic shaped food in the future.

They hit up a cotton candy machine before they made it to a trainer gear shop, where everyone got to enjoy some of the sticky wisps of sugar. Not wanting to get it in anyone's fur, Owen and Arthur hand fed everyone, even Casper. “He's very fussy with his ribbons when it comes to food, and Cotton candy doesn't wash out easily." Owen explained, pulling his finger back as the Mienshao tried to playfully nip it. “It's also Alicia's favorite, so make sure she gets more than Kitty."

“Linoone!" Kitty objected, opening her mouth wide to try and demand more, despite still chewing at some. Alicia stepped in front of her and blocked, her tail draping over the Linoone and lightly shocking her.

“Hey, don't do that," Arthur reached over to unwrap the tail from the indignant Linoone. The light feel of current made his hand tingle, but it was mild enough to be painless. “And you could at least finish what you have, Kitty."

Kitty grumbled but relented as Alicia got fed a large chunk. The Raichu also managed to get Arthur's finger in her mouth and nibble at it a little, adding more of that electrical charge to it.

He had learned these sort of shocks were pretty normal to deal with when it came to electric types. Varying from mild to somewhat painful, he could only imagine what the ones from sex were like.

Wait, maybe I should avoid imagining that...

At the Pokegear store, Owen had him try several different utility belts and vests. It was apparently a tricky thing: if he was decked out with too many trainer items, other trainers would instantly assume he was available to battle, but if he didn't have any he wouldn't be prepared if he ran into a serious situation—or meaner trainers looking for an easy win might ambush him, regardless of his consent to battle.

Being a Pokemon Trainer was a lot more dangerous than Arthur had thought, apparently...

Finally, Owen decked him out with a belt, a Pokedex, several books of 'recommended reading,' some Pokeballs, potions, and several other smaller things that would hide in pockets on the belt. “Even if you aren't an actual trainer, they're useful for a lot of things, and some of them even work on umans, which is handy if you get hurt yourself." Owen explained as he repacked the extra items into Arthur's duffle bag. “And now you look a bit more confident with your balls out."

Arthur actually checked his zipper at that last part, the belatedly realized he had meant the three miniaturized Pokeballs on his belt. Everyone else got a good laugh as he suffered his humiliation, but thankfully they were over it quickly.

The main reason for their visit accomplished, they spent a good two more hours at the mall. First came lunch, which in itself was a bit of a party when Kitty wanted a bit of everything (despite being told repeatedly there was no way she could eat it all). Everyone eventually got different things and shared it around until the poor Linoone was so full she could be declared pregnant. Shortly after, she evaporated into a flash of light as Arthur used her Pokeball to retrieve her, where she could sleep off her new belly.

This left plenty of leftovers to deal with that everyone did their best to finish. While no one was as full as Kitty had been, Alicia actually requested to be carried piggyback by Arthur. Not wanting to disappoint what felt like an adorable request, he obliged, and found himself with a new Raichu Tail Belt as she clung to his back and shirt.

Finally, as they were heading on out to head to the hotel, they stopped at a large metallic pole situated in the middle of the mall. “This is something extra handy to keep in mind if you have an electric type with you." Owen stated, helping him put Alicia back down. “Watch this."

Arthur frowned, but did so. Alicia recognized the pole at once and ambled straight on over. Curling her tail around it, she seemed to focus inward, then...

“Rai.....CHUUUUUUUUU!"

With a flash of light and a whiff of ozone, her body ignited in an electric blaze. The energy shot up her tail and into the pole, where it seemed to seep into the metal at an alarming speed. It seemed to get brighter and brighter...

That was when he realized why: the pole wasn't glowing with power, but from lights that were turning on. As more volts went into the apparent lightning rod, the lights danced in a glorious pattern, bigger and higher, until a large sign with a lightning bolt marker on it flickered on and hummed.

When Alicia finally stopped discharging, she let out a contented sigh and flopped onto her back. The sign above started spouting out statistics about the charge it received, then read 'THANKS FOR PLAYING MY GAME!'

“And that's what you'll usually find in any decent sized city - a discharge spot for electric types that feeds into the power grid." Owen finished with a grin. “Not a bad score, either."

“Rai, chuu..." Alicia sounded a bit sleepy now, but held up a paw to wave it feebly.

At that point, it was smarter to just put Alicia into her ball like Kitty.

“So, how is having pokemon so far?" Owen asked as they made their way out.

Arthur considered it a moment. “I don't know yet. This is certainly a lot more than I have ever done with pokemon. Most of my experience comes from Siren - Mom's Persian." He looked to Casper who was still carrying his bag, then grinned as he started to do a 'cat bath' imitation with his paw. “Though they're definitely less snooty than she is."

Owen chuckled at that while Casper gave an offended look. “Persians are pretty high and mighty with themselves, aye." He took Arthur's duffle bag from the Mienshao. “So I guess we'll just have to see what you think in the morning, when you get to the boat by yourself."

Arthur nodded at that, feeling both nervous and excited. So far everything had been quite exciting, and enjoyable.

So long as that continued to last...

---

Owen had a different room in the same hotel, but apart from calling him for emergencies or questions, encouraged Arthur to try and work things out himself. “Casper is an early bird, so he'll make sure you're up in time to get ready to head out." He had reassured him. “He has done this plenty of times himself, so you can try asking him questions too. Just don't wear his poor paws out doodling."

Once Owen was gone and the door closed, Casper and Arthur looked to each other. Casper didn't seem all that sleepy, but there was a suspicious glint in his eye.

“Whatever you're planning, stop right there," Arthur warned, “Cause the answer is probably no."

Casper's response was making a face and sticking his tongue out, but after he pulled out his notepad and pencil and began to scri—

“Where do you keep that?" Arthur had to ask. The two things always seemed to appear from nowhere, yet the Mienshao didn't wear a stitch of clothing or even carry a pouch.

Surprised at the sudden question, Casper turned his paws over and pointed at his sleeves; on closer inspection, Arthur spotted a slit in the fur—an improvised pocket!

“Huh, impressive." He had to admire the ingenuity behind it “But you don't like getting your sleeves messy, right? That doesn't seem good for them."

Casper sighed and nodded before giving him a shrug. That was easy enough to translate—it wasn't ideal, but there wasn't much choice with it.

Casper finished his scribble, which ended up showing a TV, along with what was a crude human shape wearing spotted clothes. Arthur eventually figured out this meant getting dressed for bed and watching some TV or a movie. The ideal appealed to him given he had been walking around the mall all day. He suspected Casper had a similar feeling on it.

When he went to change in the bathroom, however, a realization occurred to him: Normally he'd sleep in just his boxers - but the fact he was transporting pokemon who dealt with adult films, that was bound to be a path to awkward situations. At home he didn't wander around the house like that, and Siren never seemed to care whenever she was in his room, but around Alicia or Kitty it might come off as an open invitation to do something—or just steal his one article of modesty and see what he'd do next.

He also had suspicions it wouldn't be a good idea around Casper either, though he didn't think the Mienshao would go so far as to strip him. Playing it safe, he threw his shirt back on so he would look more relaxed than nearly naked. It'd be easy enough to remove when he went to bed and had the covers to keep him safe.

Exiting the bathroom, he found Casper flipping through the channels to find anything of interest. Looking over at his arrival, he noted the Mienshao's up-and-down examination, then watched as he waggled his purple eyebrows at him with a grin. “Oh shush. It's not for you." Arthur felt his cheeks burn a bit, but refused to let the pokemon get to him so easily.

If there was at least one thing he could tell Owen so far, it was he was getting used to Casper's company at least. He certainly felt a lot more personal than Siren, yet without actually making him feel awkward—

He had let his guard down as he came around to sit on the couch. Casper's paw reached up and slipped into the edge of his boxers, then tugged them down a short ways. He raised his head to try and peer over the opening, clearly to peek inside, but Arthur pulled free and managed to secure his modesty before Casper had gotten more than a flash of pubic fur and flesh.

Staring at the mischievous pokemon, Arthur carefully made his way around to his seat, swatting at a second attempt at his dignity before he was given a reprieve.

Okay, maybe not that used to him yet...

They settled on an outdated comedy; an hour-and-half predicament about a man and his pokemon trying to get back some golden necklace that turned people into Slowpokes, with several bits of slapstick and tongue-in-cheek humor. “Are all Ambipom's that much trouble?" Arthur asked near the beginning of the flick.

Casper seemed to think it over for a moment, before holding up a paw and giving it a wiggle: That was a 'maybe.' A bit further in, he pulled out his notepad again and began scribbling. This time, it showed his first name, then several question marks all over.

“You want to ask me some questions?"

A nod. So yes.

Arthur hesitated, “Are these going to involve something sexual at all?"

A wiggle. Maybe.

“Alright, fine; but I reserve the right to refuse to answer, okay?"

Casper nodded and smiled, then began more doodling.

The questions weren't real personal at first, and it impressed Arthur a bit at the amount of things Casper knew how to draw to get answers. Very rarely he used actual words, but from what he could tell, Arthur had a loose sense of being able to read, but not easily.

Favorite movies or TV: He liked action, comedy, romance, even animated.

Favorite pokemon: He couldn't say—Technically he had several, but that was all when he was younger, and wasn't from real experience. And Yes, Mienshao were definitely on the approved list.

Favorite food:Pizza, sushi, watermelon, grapes, asparagus, strawberry lemonade. He was pretty good with most.

Did he play video games: He used to, but a lot less once he went to college and began his original job hunt.

Finally, they got into the questions Arthur had anticipated from the start. The next doodle took a bit longer, but when revealed showed what looked like a badly inflated mushroom and some weird rock with a question mark between them. Arthur took a few guesses at what it meant, but was genuinely in the dark, until Casper finally pointed at this crotch with his pencil, then pointed at the two objects again.

Circumcised or not?

At first, Arthur was of a mind to refuse to answer, but the question, while personal, wasn't exactly embarrassing. He decided it was better to answer this one so he had more leeway to refuse another. “Not circumcised; I have a foreskin."

Next doodle was much quicker: an eyeball: Could I see it?

“No." Arthur's response was prompt, head shaking. “Nope, nope, natta."

Casper pouted, then put his paws together and half groveled. Arthur held strong. “No way."

A huff this time, then he resorted to hand gestures. He pointed directly at Arthur's face, then pointed down at his crotch, then repeated from himself to Arthur.

“I've already seen your—" he paused mid sentence as he realized what the Mienshao was getting at. Casper knew that too, as he gave a triumphant smile.

Arthur wanted to argue that he didn't really get asked to see Casper's dick several times, but he knew that, more than likely, it'd be pointed out he never actually stopped looking when it happened either. “Alright, look; If you promise not to try and grope or pounce me or whatever, I will show you, but no sharing that with others, got it?"

Rapid head nodding: Agreed!

With a sigh and a moment to gather his resolve, he pulled forward the front of his boxers and counted to ten in his head.

As if timed, one of the characters on the movie said 'DAMN!' out loud.

Casper peered down at the exposed bush of pubic hair and the pale worm nestled in it, complete with the pouch of berries beneath. Arthur had never had any complaints with it except idle moments of envy; average, acceptable, functional. When the ten seconds were up and the boxers pushed back into place, the Mienshao gave him a small bow and a smile, then resumed doodling.

This time: paired male symbols and a male-and-female symbols: “Are you asking if I've had sex before?" (a rapid shake of the head) “Oh! You're asking if I ever had a girlfriend?" (a nod) “Once back in middle school. That didn't really last."

Casper indicated one last question: picture of a pokemon and a human holding hands, and took a few more guesses to really figure out: How did he feel about pokemon and humans in relationships?

He would ask me something that's both philosophical and sexual at the same time. Arthur rubbed at his eyes as he tried to think of how to word his feelings, the edges of sleep trying to mull his brain. “If you're asking if I have a problem with a human and a pokemon having sex, then I don't think I do? I mean, if they're both wanting it. As far as a relationship goes... I don't know yet. The idea of it is easy to understand, the feeling of it is where I'm not sure, but I'm still reeling a bit from culture shock. Does that make sense?"

Arthur was a little worried that the weak end of his response would disappoint Casper somehow, but he didn't want to try and evade the question either; It was something he needed to answer for himself during this week anyways, since it would probably decide him on if he could do the job. But the Mienshao simply gave him an appraising sort of look, then reached out to fuzzle his hair with a smile and a nod.

Feeling relieved that Casper seemed to understand, he reached out and rubbed under the Mienshao's chin. Casper's whiskers wiggled a bit as a satisfied look spread over his face. Afterwards, however, Casper made one last doodle: a bed and Z's. Time for bed.

As he pulled back the covers and removed his shirt, he looked back to Casper, who was setting himself up to sleep on the couch it looked like. “Casper? How likely is it that Alicia or Kitty are going to try and seduce me on this trip?"

At this, Casper snorted loudly and reached for his notepad. One quick scribble, then an expertly aimed toss made the notepad land on the bed with him.

1000%. Apparently Casper knew some math terms too.

Arthur groaned a bit at that, and tried not to let it distract him from getting some sleep.

---

As predicted by Owen, Casper got him up a good three hours before they needed to be on the boat. Arthur resisted at first, muttering something about five more minutes, but the Mienshao helped jump start his brain by sliding a paw along the low of his belly...

...And tickling him mercilessly until he fell out of bed.

Now feeling the flat, firm floor on his back and groaning from the impact, he looked up at the grinning face above him, Casper's whiskers twitching as he snickered. He was also wearing Arthur's discarded shirt, the sleeves of fur looped back into the arms and hanging on him awkwardly with his different body shape.

“I'm gonna need that if we're going out, you know." Arthur managed to say with a credible level of coherence as he picked himself up.

With a wiggle and suspiciously practiced ease, Casper removed the shirt and tossed it over the human's face. A quick trip to the bathroom for some personal grooming and dressing later, and they were ready to head down to breakfast—all complimentary, courtesy of the hotel—with Owen, Kitty and Alicia.

Alicia and Kitty were surprisingly subdued as they nibbled on some pokemon food as Casper made easy work of an omelette; he had apparently mastered handling a fork in his paw. “Kitty's probably still recovering from her food binge yesterday. I think she's a bit of a slow riser too," Owen commented when Arthur had asked if they were okay. “But since Alicia has been in her ball since discharging, she hasn't had a chance to gather much energy. Raichu's sort of mellow out when they're at low voltage, and feistier when they're at full charge."

“Couldn't she just try and keep her charge more around the middle or something then?" Arthur puzzled, “Smaller zaps throughout the day?"

Owen just gave him a big grin at that. “If you had the capacity to shoot a giant lightning cannon whenever you pleased, would you be satisfied with just taking tiny pot shots for fun?"

Fair point.

Given they were still out of it, Kitty and Alicia went back into their Pokeballs, leaving Arthur, Owen and Casper to make the trip over to the docks. When he thought about it, Arthur realized that despite all his time in Olivine City, he hadn't actually been near the port more than a handful of times, and they had all been in passing. Today would be the first time he was going there deliberately. He could take in the view of all those different boats, the waves and ripples of the water between them, the smell of the sea air...

...The predatory looks of the Wingulls and Pelipper as they eyed Churros and other easily stolen foods from unsuspecting tourists. All of it.

“You've never been to the docks or on a boat before this?" Owen was surprised. “I thought your family was pretty well off?"

They were both waiting in line to show their tickets and check in their luggage. “My parents went on a cruise for an anniversary, but someone had to stay to watch Siren." Arthur shrugged. “She isn't fond of water. Even with a Pokeball involved, it didn't make much sense to bring her along."

“Well, make sure you explore the boat and take in the scenery while you're trapped. Sear it in deep and all that."

Sear it in deep...

The flashbacks to seeing Owen thrusting into Kitty, of watching Casper whip the exposed rear of a woman before mounting her, that one breast escaping the confines of a constricting sleeve and flailing about...

Arthur caught a glance of Casper looking up at him with an arched brow, a bemused look on his face.

He tried his best to discreetly adjust the lump in his pants and prayed that Casper wasn't going to give into his mischief right there in the line.

Once their tickets were confirmed and their bags checked in, Owen looked back to them both. “So, this is where we're gonna part ways for now." He pointed to Casper and gave him a look, “Try not to cause him too much trouble on his first trip, kay?" The finger then redirected itself to Arthur. “And you; try not to overthink things, study those books you got, and remember: you've already seen me naked, so if I walk in on something it's not the end of the world."

Flush in the face again, Arthur tried to redirect the conversation. “Does that mean we won't see you while exploring the boat, or shouldn't talk to you?"

“Of course not. You can still say hi or whatever. I'll just let you try to figure out what to do if Kitty tries to jump someone for their snowcone."

“...She... wouldn't actually do that, would she?"

Owen simply grinned at him.

At this point, Casper had wandered over to the edge of the boat and was peering out across the water. There were too many things to discern what he was actually looking at, but that gave Arthur and Owen a vague sense of privacy. Arthur steeled himself and asked a question he had been holding onto.

“Do I actually have to have sex with them?"

There was a moment of silence before Owen sighed, and put a great big hand on his shoulder. “I said not to overthink things; If a human friend of yours offered you a blowjob, you wouldn't actually say yes unless you wanted more of a relationship with them or were really desperate for the experience, right?"

Arthur gave a reluctant nod.

“Think of it like that then. Instead of a human friend, it's a pokemon friend. Just like whether your friend was a guy or girl would influence your decision, all it is doing is influencing something you already know if you want or not. There's nothing inherently wrong with doing it with a pokemon if they want to do it with you. Anyone that tells you otherwise is one of those types that has a tradition stick up their ass trying to push their preferences on you. It's when you stop treating them like individuals that you're actually doing something wrong."

Having some of his worries and thoughts echoed in the moment Arthur felt a little better, though his worries still festered. “That makes sense..."

Owen jerked a thumb towards Casper, who was now facing a pair of passengers that were admiring him and letting them take pictures. “I have never once had sex with him. I won't say I haven't experimented with him before, because I was a curious kid once, but he's my pokemon that I raised while growing up, so he's like a son-slash-brother to me. That's our relationship. To him, I'm like... I guess I'm like an older sibling that raised him? It's different for pokemon, but the respect involved is the same. He loves me for me, and doesn't actually demand sex or anything for it." The older man blushed, looking uncharacteristically awkward. He took his hand off Arthur's shoulder and rubbed at his neck. “Fuck that was awkward as hell to say... but you get what I mean, right?"

Arthur nodded at that, smiling. “I think I do, yeah. I can respect that, and it makes sense with Casper; What do I do about Kitty and Alicia, though?"

“Ah," that one took a bit of thought. Finally, Owen spoke up. “You can refuse them, so long as you can otherwise take care of them and all. The key thing you're getting is security for the fact you're replacing me for Casper, but my advice is to try and broaden your horizons. I know it's a big step to take since you're shy, but as far as testing the waters go, you're in pretty safe shallows with those two. Kitty doesn't have any unique qualities that will put your life at risk, and Alicia can control her shock just fine. She's probably the better one to do anything with first, because she's used to first timers."

Wait, life at risk!? Arthur's eyebrows must have shot up; Owen gave him a surprised, then admonishing look. “Arthur, we are talking about ookemon—creatures with amazing supernatural powers and frequently with anatomy no human could ever imitate or inherit—Trainers deal with that sort of shit every day. What would make you think that didn't apply to us as well?"

Even he knew that. Arthur looked properly sheepish and nodded.

“Just use your brain, and not your dick." Owen advised. “If a Rapidash comes on to you, don't change her mind about that in the middle of the action. Then you won't have to try to apply a burn heal to your crotch with equally burnt hands".

Arthur gave another nod at that, then looked down to Casper, who had returned from his brief photo op. Either sensing or noticing his discomfort, the Mienshao actually gave him a hug around the waist. The look on his face seemed like one of encouragement and reassurance...

That, or Arthur was just filling in that assumption to help himself. Either way, it was a positive gesture. He reached down to pet Casper's head to show his appreciation. “Does V.E. have Rapidashes?"

“Two that I know of, but I can't say if you'll ever meet them, but if that really does interest you, you can look them up later." Owen grinned, and reached over to rub under Casper's chin. “Now I'm gonna finally run off before you get more cold feet. Remember: Don't overthink it!"

And with that, they were alone again.

Arthur felt Casper tugged on his shirt to get his attention. The Mienshao pointed down at the Pokeballs on his new belt, then made a throwing gesture. “You think I should let the others out now that we're on the boat?" Arthur asked, and received a nod.

It was not a bad idea. It came to mind that if Arthur could get them worn out before they headed to their room, they'd be less likely to try and accost him for sex. Amorous or not, they were much less likely to try such things out in public.

Once released and finding that they were on the boat, both Kitty and Alicia cheered and danced around a bit. It seemed they were much more alert now and ready to stretch their legs “Alright, alright. Just don't run off too far on me!" Arthur had to chuckle. This was definitely a good idea.

Only Kitty ran off, however, Alicia looked him over appraisingly, then she raised her arms to him and smiled. “Raaaai?"

It took a moment, but he caught on quick. “You want me to carry you again?"

“Rai!"

He didn't see the harm in that. “Okay, but if I get tired you'll have to walk later. Deal?"

So with a Raichu on his back and her tail wrapped around his waist like a leash once more, he and Casper went to see just where Kitty had run off to first.

---

When they finally made it to their room, everyone but Arthur strolled right in and began getting familiar with the layout. He was left standing at the door, forgetting all about his aching back as he took it all in, wide-eyed and jaw agape. “Holy shit..."

It wasn't just the biggest room on the boat - it was the fanciest biggest room on the boat. The bed was ginormous, with extra pillows to accent its detail and whole chocolate bars on the pillows (He'd have to check if that was bad for pokemon or not). The carpet was thick and plush beneath his shoes, promising to be a luxurious feel when he got down to his feet. All the furniture was carefully selected to not eat up all the space, but big enough to be useful and not look dainty. A wide screen TV was already on, with Kitty excitedly pushing at buttons on the remote trying to get some particular thing while Casper vainly tried to steal it away. Two couches were set in front of it...

The room even had a partition to separate off a kitchen space, complete with a mini-fridge with a Raichu peering inside. Finally, off past the bed, a sliding glass door displayed a balcon large enough to hold lounging chairs. They could sit out and enjoy the view of the ocean without even leaving their rooms, if they so wanted.

“Acres, and acres, and it's all ours." Arthur couldn't help but say aloud. He hadn't even seen the bathroom yet, but he idly wondered if it had a jacuzzi...

Oh, wouldn't a jacuzzi feel nice on his back right now!

Sadly, reality began to slip back into place as he winced, stepping in the rest of the way and shutting the door.. Carrying Alicia around for a great deal of the mini tour had done a number on him, despite putting her down near the end.

This made the idea of checking the bathroom for that jacuzzi much more tempting. Even just a hot bath would help loosen those poor muscles!

It truly was the fanciest room on the boat. As hoped for, the bathroom had a Jacuzzi and a shower. There was plenty of room that he could even give any of the pokemon a wash with room to spare—a situation that would probably come up, now that he thought about it—and when he tallied up the space for the toilet, the sinks, and even the 'small' closet with more towels in it, the sheer cost of the room almost made him stagger.

This is all paid for by V.E.!? How do they even pull that off?

Turning on the hot water and looking through the soap options, Arthur got the basics set up before he started working at his shoes. All this bending wasn't helping his poor back, alas, and he grunted in discomfort.

Looking up suddenly brought him face to face with a concerned Casper.

“Hey. I'm fine. Just my back acting up. I'm going to take a bath to loosen it up." Arthur managed to knock one shoe off. “If you could keep the girls from plotting to ambush me, that'd be great. I'm in no condition to even be tempted by that sort of thing."

Casper gave a small snort, but nodded with amusement. Before Arthur could reach for his next shoe, however, the Mienshao slipped in and pulled it off first, then began working at his socks.

“Hey! I can undress myself!"

Another snort, this time with a look that clearly said 'sure you can,' with all the appropriate undertones of sarcasm. Once the Mienshao had at least gotten the human's feet bared, he yielded to Arthur's claims that he could undress himself. Casper slipped out, leaving the door barely ajar.

Arthur, for his part, didn't even consider the risks the door might pose as he stripped down the rest of the way and carefully eased himself into the filling tub. The water was delightfully hot at this point, and letting it fill up gradually made it easier to adjust as the bubbles foamed and grew, and the sinking feeling became greater and greater.

When the water was high enough to turn on the jets, the hum of the machines and the soft roar of bubbles were a heavenly symphony to his ears and body. The tub was tilted in such a way he could literally sit back and relax, no worries of sinking in. He just had to close his eyes and enjoy... the... warmth...

“Sweet Arceus, that's the stuff."

He wasn't sure if he had passed out briefly at one point, or if he had been so content he hadn't heard anyone come in to shut the faucet off. What he was aware of was that at one point he had opened his eyes long enough to see that the water was covering most of his chest and a crest of foamy bubbles were around the water, save a few spots where the jets were making too much chaos for them to drift. Seeing nothing to cause him alarm, he started drifting back off into Nirvana.

*splish*

A new weight was now in the tub, causing the water level to splash his neck. The long-bodied presence was focused down at his feet, but he didn't wait to see where it would go before his senses went on high alert and he opened his eyes. At the other end of the tub, rolling around in the water happily, was Kitty.

Her pleased look at the hot water and jets was adorable, especially when her face was half submerged and she started making her own bubbles.

Arthur let out a laugh. “I guess you really like jacuzzi's too?"

She looked at him and nodded, then made her way closer. Despite the long claws on her feet, he felt her being very careful as she wiggled her body like a giant fin to get in closer. Before he could object or wonder if she was about to try something funny, she had her head on his chest, and was rolling over onto her back.

Sprawled out on him like he was a cushion in her seat, she let her paws tread lightly at the surface of the water and chirred happily.

“Okay, I guess you can stay." Arthur said in amusement. Feeling refreshed after his half doze, he decided to test out the moment, and reached around to put his hands onto Kitty's sides and stroke through her fur. If she was going to enjoy a bath with him, he might as well see if he could get her cleaned up a bit and relaxed as well.

Kitty chirred and made happy noises, wiggling this way and that to try and guide his attention. She clearly had no objections to his plans, and would probably demand more if he dared stop!

Arthur also used the opportunity to get more familiar with her shape, minus the obvious region between her hind legs. From her tail, to her paws to her ears, he made sure she was as lathered and pampered as he was, then worked out her favorite spots to be scratched to turn her into a melted noodle of bliss.

Midway through this, Casper peeked his head in, apparently hunting for the Linoone. Seeing that no trouble was actually afoot, he just smiled and waved, then deposited a bathrobe for Arthur on a hook - and took his clothes from the ground. Arthur had wanted to stop him at first, but since he had been left a robe, he decided it was fine.

Getting out of the tub when he was all pruney was a different challenge. His back felt a lot better now, but he still felt the stiffness, as well as stiff because of Kitty's tail and body pressing against his naked form. He wasn't sure if she had noticed, but he opted to play it safe by getting out first, so he could try and don the robe to obscure his nakedness as quickly as possible.

With the robe well secured he turned, and found Kitty giving him a stare that suggested 'you won this round, Human.' He gave her a triumphant look, then reached down to rub under her chin as a peace offering.

After that, all he had to do was let out the water and transfer her to the shower space, where he brought out a blow dryer and a pokemon-ready brush. He was reasonably certain it wasn't unlike brushing Siren down, and Kitty didn't give him any grief for it as he worked her over until she was as dry as possible, and possibly a bit fluffier from the warm air.

But the task had renewed some of his back pain. It looked like he was going to want to lie down for a bit until it eased up. “Okay, let's get out of here before they assume the worst."

“Linoone." Kitty replied sassily, walking with a say in her hips ahead of him. If she was trying to flaunt her backside to him, she was much too short for him to see it, but he at least understood she didn't think the implication was the 'worst' one.

Back in the main room, Kitty made her way straight to the couch and pounced on the other two, rolling through their laps and making a nuisance of herself, while Arthur laid himself out across the bed, belly down. Even with the covers and sheets still covering it, he could already tell the bed was extra soft and well made. “I want one of these at home," he said to himself as he briefly began moving his arms and legs along the material, making illusory 'snow angels' on the fabric.

Casper stepped into his line of sight with a bemused look, holding his notepad. Thus noticed, he turned it around to show a picture of what looked like a back and some paws. “Are you suggesting a back massage?" Arthur asked, intrigued by the notion Casper gave him a nod, then pointed to the side, where a weight hopped onto the bed and bouncily revealed Alicia. “Raichu~"

Okay, now the idea was a bit alarming. “Uhhh, have you given a back massage before? You can't just jump on me you know, right?"

Alicia gave him a glare, hands on her hips as she tapped a large foot on the bed. “Rai. Chu. Chu." Casper snickered, but pantomimed simple motions to Arthur against the bed, nodding his head and trying to be reassuring.

He was beginning to get a better idea of what trainers potentially went through with their pokemon now, but Arthur had to admit that it wasn't like they were being wild and crazy with him. “Okay, so long as you're being careful and aren't stripping me naked - what do you need me to do?"

As it turned out, they did want him naked, but primarily to get access to his back. With a bit of pantomiming and other motions, they got him to slip his robe down to the waist. After that, Casper left him alone with Alicia to join Kitty at the T.V.

This made Arthur a bit more nervous, but he tried not to let that stress him out just yet - there'd be no point of a massage if he couldn't relax.

Alicia, for her part, did seem to take this seriously. First, she put the clipped end of her lightning-shaped tail on his back. The faint sensation of electricity tickled his skin as she crossed it over various points on his back—perhaps a way to find where all his tense muscles were? He wasn't sure.

“That kinda tickles." he eventually said, conversationally.

“Rai." Conversational acknowledgement.

“Is that helping you figure out what you are gonna do?"

“Rai." This one sounded like an assent.

“And it's not just you trying to tease me with electric current, right?"

“Chu." That was.... A negative? He wasn't actually sure.

He couldn't help but consider the fact he had an easier time understanding Casper, who said virtually nothing, compared to trying to judge the tones of Pokemon Speech. On the other hand, that could have been a lack of familiarity and practice...

Or the fact Casper used doodles. That was kind of cheating, when he thought about it.

The tail left his back after a little more tracing, and he felt the weight of the Raichu step onto it. Getting onto all fours, Alicia carefully positioned them at various points and began shifting her weight around. The action let her knead her all her paws into him, neatly changing the amount of pressure being applied. Whenever the pressure grew he felt the faint charge from before get a bit stronger, but never so much as to hurt or make his muscles twitch.

All except for one particular spot, at least. He hissed a bit and winced as that one did react.

“Rai, chu." Alicia had noticed it, and adjusted her movements. Now the pressure was focused there more, but less directly on it, slowly working out the stiffness.

Huh. Not only does she know how to suck a dick, she apparently knows how to rub your back... Dammit I almost did a Happy Ending joke to myself.

Onward she worked as he kept silent and relaxed. The pain steadily faded away, allowing him greater pleasure from the attention. Sensing his improvement, gave him an encouraging noise and slowly shifted her paws and energy into a soothing rhythm.

Every now and then he felt the tip of her tail brush one of his feet, but apart from that faint feel of electricity, she didn't try to tickle them, so it must have been dangling in the air just above.

The mental image of it was kind of cute, actually...

In the background, Arthur knew he heard Casper and Kitty select some sort of movie on the TV, but with the bulk of the noises being pokemon sounds (and being completely faced away from the TV) he had no idea what it actually was. He was glad that Casper was keeping Kitty occupied, however. After the surprise washing of the Linoone, time with Alicia meant he was assuring he was giving them both attention.

Even if, admittedly, it was more that Alicia was giving him attention.

Her weight shifted off his back and onto the bed again, and one of her paws gave his covered rump a pat and a shake; His massage was officially done. Sitting up a bit, he looked back to her accomplished smile and gave an appreciative one of his own. “That was great. It practically feels good as new. Thank you."

But she held up a paw and waggled a digit at him. “Chu, chu." Her smile turned into a big smirk, and when she turned and hooked one of her large hind paws under his leg...

He had underestimated her strength, considerably. It took her almost no effort to his leg up and made his body roll. Flipped onto his back, his robe fell open, his massage-spurred erection swinging into view. It's arched, pointed stature looked like a very lewd antenna, or an artillery cannon aimed towards his face.

Arthur tried to object and cover himself up, but Alicia's speed won out. She had one paw on his mouth and another to her own, making a hushed “Chhhuu," sound. Then, rather than go for his exposed crotch, she moved to the top of the bed, pushing covers and sheets down and under him and giving him the opportunity to hide under the covers.

He was quick to slide under them, robe discarded. Alicia seemed to plan for that accordingly, tail scooping it up and tossing it off the side of the bed before she herself hopped down to the floor. Arthur watched her stroll around the edge of the bed as he secured himself under the safety and modesty of the bed's many layers, head and finger tips being the only parts visible.

The feel of the sheets—It had to be silk or something like it—were sinfully wonderful against his skin. A soft, cool caress against skin and elicited indecent thoughts, especially when brushing against his arousal. Inside their domain, he felt exhibitionistic yet safely concealed from all eyes. It was a strange mixture of feelings to have, but there it was. The fact Alicia had offered him that safety made he decide that they were all being considerate of his shyness and giving him a chance to get more comfortable with him before they tried to push further...

His naivety encouraged such thoughts, anyways.

Now that he was able to see the whole room again, he was able to see the TV and what the other two had chosen for a movie: Porn. In particular, it seemed to be one featuring Casper, taking yet another woman on a bed, mounted sideways and holding one of her legs up to maximize the view of their coupling. There was no fancy sleeve play in this particular movie, but it probably wasn't something he did every time he was in a film.

Kitty and Casper didn't seem to be really watching it; They were in the middle of their own coitus. Arthur could see Casper's back to him, with Kitty's hind legs sticking out on one side of his body and her bushy tail on the other. His hips thrusted forward in a solid, steady tempo, and between the sounds of the TV, he could hear Kitty's own lustful noises.

He couldn't believe he hadn't considered the possibility that they would actually get it on themselves and not worry about him.

That thought was what kept him distracted long enough to miss out on the sudden lump forming at the end of the bed, until he felt something brush against his feet. On reflex, he flinched, and felt his foot connect with something solid. Promptly after that, something solid and sharp got his foot, causing him to yelp.

No one seemed to notice it, but he also felt what was no doubt a paw holding his foot firmly in place, a warning current of energy likewise going up his leg.

It was Alicia.

Not wanting to get a major zap, he tried to go as limp as possible; There was no way he could actually fight back if she decided to use her powers on him; Her Pokeball was on his belt with his discarded clothes off in the corner of the room, and thus inaccessible.

Sensing his submission, the energy and paw eased up and released his leg. The mass crawled further the bed and his body, neatly shuffling his legs wider until his crotch was reached. He could feel her breath against his sack, and after a strange movement beneath the covers, the front of them at his neck rose up of their own accord.

It was Alicia's tail. Double as a sort of 'tent pole' it supported the covers enough to let him peer beneath, where he saw the shiny little eyes of the Raichu peering at him from beside his dick. She was actually quite visible thanks to a subtle glow her body was giving off—almost like one of those glow in the dark stickers—and it made it look like she was in some small cave, neatly tucked into a cozy spot.

Which she was, technically. It was just a cave made of silk, mattress, and a naked, aroused human, complete with a penis to play with.

She got his attention back by blowing at his arousal. “Raichu." He felt a paw cupping his balls, shifting them around. “Rai, chu?"

The friendliness confused him a bit. “Are you... asking me if you can continue?" He kept his voice low, the raised covers were basically functioning as a sort of funnel, meaning he didn't have to be as loud for her to hear. On the other hand, maybe he did want to alert the others to what was going on? Casper would probably come to his rescue, sexual intercourse or not!

Alicia nodded, however. Her other paw moved to rest on the tip of his length, small pads squeezing it gently, and the energy within it giving him the faintest of buzzes. With her other paw, she pointed at her open maw, sticking her tongue out to imply her plans. “Rai?"

She was actually asking him if she could suck him off. “What was that whole stunt with biting my foot then?"

She frowned, then poked at her nose before wiggling it. “Raichu." The tone was annoyed, then she mimed her bite, thankfully not near his penis. “Rai."

“Oh. Yeah. You surprised me...sorry about that"

She seemed to take the response well enough. Then, with her eyes trained on him, and taking her sweet time (and probably to give him plenty of time to stop her), tilted his shaft towards her face...

And licked, just once.

It was warm, and moist, and smooth, and shocking! This was an amount of charge comparable to when she was kneading his back, only now it was all centered on a particularly sensitive part of his body. It all vanished when her tongue drew back, but it was only a second or two before she gave him another lick, working down his foreskin more and more as he twitched and jumped to the electric stimulation.

Arthur just kept watching in scandalized fascination. Shy as he was, Internet porn meant he knew full well what sort of things could happen when it came to a blowjob. The fact it was a Raichu and not a human woman and that she was licking at him like some perverse lollipop made the simple act far more intense than he would have ever expected.

It was not unlike when he had first spotted Casper pleasuring himself at the Pokemon Clinic and Owen had reached over to help him out; The interaction of human and pokemon simply blew his mind.

Pun not intended.

He could feel his loins flex and burn with vigor, and Alicia was still only giving him the simplest of tongue baths. Steadily her focus had switched from teasing the tip to cleaning his entirely length, each swipe of her tongue bringing with it a carefully applied charge. He was pretty sure she was slowly raising the intensity as he got used to the previous level. Adding in the gentle kneading of his sack with a paw and she was maneuvering his shaft around like a joystick...

Right up to that last moment where her tail suddenly stopped supporting the covers they were lifting, so the last thing he saw was her mouth opening wide to take him in.

Like before, it was warm and moist. The smooth feel of her tongue and the contours of her maw pressed against him as she sealed her lips and began to suck and drag. He felt the tiniest impressions of her teeth, but never so much as a worrying scrape. With the constant contact established he could actually feel the change in intensity with each contraction of suction.

If Arthur had any blood left in his brain, he would have considered the option of lifting the covers back up himself to watch the display. Instead his mind imagined that dark little cave beneath the sheets and the glowing Raichu nursing at his maleness.

The feeling of climax was almost hidden by the sudden upswing in charge. His buttock clenched and his hips tried to push up a bit as he stifled a gasp of surprise. It felt like he was cumming hard enough to clear the bed—Hell, to almost make it to the couch!—but in reality all he knew for certain was that his pulsating loins were pressed into the roof of Alicia's mouth, making it splatter about onto her tongue and probably down her throat.

When the current of power only grew stronger, suddenly taking his orgasm into a higher plane of existence, he seized the covers and stuffed them into his mouth. The overstimulation was making him see stars and forget nearly everything except the feeling of pleasure, the thought of too much and his feeble attempts at discretion.

He immediately gave up on being discreet off the balcony when the power went even higher. His penis throbbed and flexed madly as it desperately tried to deliver another load it didn't have and he could feel his balls trying to pull back into his body. He wasn't sure it was possibly to be for the muscles there to be any more tense without cramping or some other painful experience. Some small part of his brain that was still working found it strange as well, noting the jolt of energy was actually dropping off for a brief moment before building right back up to that intensity before; was Alicia deliberately edging the experience just short of painful?

Whatever the truth of the matter was, the one part he knew to be true was that he felt like he was in Heaven.

Arthur only realized that it had all stopped when he took in a gasp of fresh air. The covers were no longer shoved into his mouth, the electric energy at his groin was back down to its weakest (though he could clearly still feel Alicia's body there, tucked between his legs), his still erect, if spent, length no longer being fellated. His body still felt keyed up from the intensity of what had happened, but he was finally allowed that afterglow sensation, feeling his body cool down with satisfaction.

A peek under the covers showed a glowing, satisfied looking Raichu, who peered up at his appearance and gave him a wink as she licked her chops.

Okay, that was... pretty damn good.

So that was what a blowjob was like, when a pokemon was involved? He could definitely understand why that would tempt plenty of trainers and owners, especially if they hadn't experienced such like it before.

And it only made his mind wander to other carnal acts, wondering if he would feel the same way about them as well.

As such thoughts traveled through his brain, the rest of his cognitive functions recalibrated themselves. The sounds of the TV, the feel of the silk sheets, the very faint smell of ozone drifting out from beneath the covers, the smirking Mienshao off to the right of the bed just at the edge of his peripheral vision.

Wait; that last one is something I should be reacting to.

Head turning, Arthur found Casper holding up his notepad, waiting to be noticed. On it was a crude doodle of a Raichu's head, preceded by a 1-10 with a blank circle beneath. He slid the notepad closer to Arthur's hand, likewise depositing his pencil.

Arthur blushed and groaned, pulling the covers over his face.

Wait—Where's Kitty!?

Right on cue, a new lump formed under the covers at the edge of the bed. Sounds of “Linoone!" and 'Raichu!" sounded underneath as there was a sudden jostling for space. Arthur had to shift his legs quickly and poke his head back out as he felt Kitty's claws poke him a little. With a new furred body sitting between his legs, he was about to lift the covers up to say something when he was suddenly enveloped in warmth and moistness again.

Compared to Alicia's slow attentions, Kitty was being fast and direct, showing him no mercy for depriving her of his first time.

Or the fact he had just climaxed and was still very sensitive.

“W-Wait, stop, stop—oh Fuck Arceus!"

Somehow, his body seemed willing to give it another go, as he submitted to the whims and desires of his pokemon. Casper watched from the side lines, smiling with satisfaction at watching his new trainer experience a new part of life.

He grabbed up the notepad and pencil and scribbled in a 10 for the little circle.

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