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The air was tense... Jason turned the corner, aiming his rifle down the hallway, keeping an eye out for enemies. His squadmates had all been killed, and now it was up to him to complete the mission. Cautiously, he made his way down the corridor. He soon came to his objective, a simple door marked "Control Room." His mission was almost over, and he could soon return home. Slowly, he turned the handle, careful not to make too much noise, when suddenly...

"Jason!"

The sudden call broke Jason's concentration. His hand slipped, and the door swung open with a loud thud. The whole room was alerted to him, and Jason ran for cover. Just before he could dive behind some crates, his foot got caught on a stray wire. He fell to the ground, and was exposed. Almost instantly, he was introduced to very sharp and excrutiating pain, as his enemies riddled him with bullets... his life slowly seeping from his body, until he was no more...

GAME OVER.

Jason tossed the controller away and shut off his Gamer-deluxe console. He was so close to beating that level too, until his mom had to call and distract him.

"Hurry up Jason, or we'll be late!"

Jason let out a sigh as he called back to his mom.

"I'll be down in a minute!"

Jason was your typical sixteen year old boy when he wasn't out training his Pokemon. When he was visiting his parents, he would sit in his room and play his Gamer-deluxe, occasionally chatting with some buddies on his gaming forums, heavy-metal blasting from his room. His room was fairly simple. A single bed against the wall with blue sheets and pillows. Just to the side of his bed, he had a large desk with his computer and Gamer-Deluxe console. He had hooked up his console to the computer monitor, and could switch between the console and his computer with the flick of a switch. The rest of his room was mainly some shelves lined with books and some Pokemon toys and decorations from when he was younger.

Jason rose from his chair, and stretched his arms to the ceiling. He had gotten so caught up in his game that he forgot what was happening today. Some family friends were getting together for his cousin's 10th birthday party the next town over. He wasn't particularly fond of his cousin, but hey, he got some free cake and snacks. Who can argue with that?

He quickly slipped into his sneakers and grabbed his belongings from his desk, mainly his phone and wallet, just in case. As he was about to exit his room, he was greeted by an all-too familiar sound.

"Scraggy, Scrag!"

At his feet stood his Pokemon Scraggy. He had received the young Pokemon from the daycare as an egg, from another trainer who didn't want the egg. Jason was a trainer, and always jumped at the oppurtunity for new Pokemon. A little over a week later, and Scraggy was born. He had already had a Scrafty, but the little Scraggy was just too darn cute to give away. That was a year ago, and since then Scraggy was considered a family member at his house until he was old enough to start battling.

And here was Scraggy, happily speaking it's own name. Jason could tell from Scraggy's tone and expression that he wanted to play.

"I'd love too buddy, but I have to go now. Maybe some other time?"

The Scraggy sighed with disappointment. Jason gave him a pat on the head to cheer him up.

"You're going to make me feel guilty, Scraggy!"

Jason let out a light laugh at his statement, as he continued to pet the Scraggy's scaly cranium.

"Don't worry, I'm leaving Scrafty here to keep you company. I gotta go now Scraggy, so I'll see you when I get home."

Jason left his room, Scraggy following him, down the stairs and into the family room. Over on the couch watching TV was Scrafty, lazy as usual. Jason turned to the front door to see his mom waiting for him.

"Come on Jason, your dad is waiting in the car. We don't want to be late!"

Jason gave one last pat on the head to his Scraggy, before turning and heading out the door. He let out one last wave good-bye to his Pokemon before shutting the door and locking it, leaving the two Pokemon alone.

Scraggy turned towards the Scrafty on the couch. Though they technically weren't related, Scrafty was practically like his older brother, and they treated each other as such. Scrafty was lounging on the couch, absorbing the images and sounds produced by the television. He might as well have been a Slaking at this moment!

Scraggy walked over to his step-brother and hopped up on the couch with him, looking into the TV with the Scrafty.

"Watcha watchin' Scrafty?" the younger Pokemon inquired.

"Pokemon battles. It's the only thing I can ever understand on TV." said the Scrafty, not once averting his gave from the pictures on the box.

Scraggy watched intently. On the screen, some would-be trainer was fighting Gym leader Iris, and losing pretty badly. Iris' Fraxure was wiping the floor with her opponents Servine. The Servine let loose a Leaf Blade attack, but to no avail, as the Fraxure effortlessly dodged the attack. The Fraxure countered the move with a well-aimed Dragon Pulse, striking the Servine directly, sending it sprawling to the ground. The battle continued; each new Pokemon the trainer sent out couldn't beat Iris' Fraxure.

Scraggy grew bored. As excited as he was to eventually start battling himself, watching it wasn't nearly as appealing to him.

"I'm going to Jason's room to play." the Scraggy announced.

"I'll be here." said the Scrafty, almost monotone as he continued to watch TV.

The Scraggy hopped off the couch and headed towards the stairs, climbing up each step as he made his way up to Jason's room.

30 seconds passed, and the Scrafty quickly jerked his head towards the stairs, making sure the coast was clear. Scraggy was up in Jason's room now, and Scrafty was alone. Instantly, the Scrafty lept off the couch, reaching underneath it and pulling out a blank DVD case. Scrafty was much too smart for his own good. He had been with Jason for a long time, and was one of Jason's top battlers. They were best friends, but Scrafty was clever. He knew a lot about his trainer; fortunately for him, one of the things he knew was where Jason hid his pornography. Scrafty would secretly "borrow" it when Jason wasn't around. There were only two things Scrafty understood on human television: battles, and porn.

The Scrafty opened the case with a click, and popped the DVD into the player. Although Scrafty didn't find human sexuality totally attractive compared to his own species, any porn was good porn as far as he was concerned.

The screen lit up, and his eyes were barraged by humans performing all sorts of lewd acts. The Scrafty watched intently, slowly dropping his shed skin-pants, letting his 5" cock hang free from it's confinement. He slowly moved his hand over his quickly hardening tool, dragging the skin over his cock-head, then slowly moving it back down, never once looking away from the TV screen.

The Scrafty kept this up for several minutes, gently pumping his tool in his hand, using his own pre for lubrication. He was so caught up in his moment of bliss that even if his trainer were to barge in, he probably wouldn't have noticed. He kept going, gradually increasing the pace of his pumping, lightly bucking his hips in response. Eventually, he turned his gaze away from the TV, closing his eyes and tilting his head back and relying on his own imagination for stimulation. His pumping became faster and more erratic; it wouldn't be long now.

His cock was practically drooling pre now as he smeared it all over his member. His was jerking his hips widly, the wet slurping sounds from his self-service becoming faster and louder. Scrafty let out a long moan, making one last heavy pump to his cock before stopping at the base, lightly squeezing it as he came on himself. Spurt after spurt of his own fluids shot out of his member, landing all over his chest and belly. And then, as if suddenly forgetting about the rest of the world around him, he simply dozed off on the couch, leaving his cock exposed and the TV still running.

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Meanwhile, upstairs in Jason's room, the younger Scraggy was playing with some of the toys his trainer gave him. He stood across from a small plushy of an Axew, staring into the toys eyes as if it were real. He charged towards the toy, aiming his head for a powerful Headbutt attack. He rammed the stuffed toy with all of his strength, sending it flying across the room, landing onto Jason's bed. The Scraggy started doing a victory dance, imagining that he was actually battling in a Pokemon colosseum. He could hear the imaginary crowds cheering for his triumph, as he waved to his adoring fans in his head.

After winning his imaginary battle, he jumping onto the bed, staring the stuffed Axew doll in it's eyes.

"If you ever want to get your butt kicked again, come on by anytime!"

He kept jeering on his opponent. It was much more fun mocking someone when then couldn't fight back. Of course, battling a real opponent would be probably yield more excitement than fighting a stuffed toy. The Scraggy grew bored of playing in Jason's room. He decided he would go downstairs to see if Scrafty wanted to play with him.

He happily hopped down each step, humming lightly to himself, before reaching the floor to the living room.

"Hey Scrafty, do you wanna pla--"

He was interrupted mid-sentence by what he saw. Scrafty was lying on the couch with his head hung back over the edge, snoring lightly. The sex tapes were still playing on the TV. Upon seeing this, Scraggy hid behind the railings of the stairs, hoping his brother didn't see him. He looked closely; he heard him snoring. Scraggy let out a sigh a relief, blushing madly at seeing his brother like this. Now Scraggy was young, but he was no fool. Pokemon mature faster than humans, and he was at that time in his life where his hormones and curiousity often got the better of him. He knew all about the Pidgeys and the Beedrills, and knew all too well what Scrafty was up too.

Scraggy wanted to just hop back upstairs and forget what he saw, but something was preventing him. He often fantasized about his brother, about him and Scrafty being... well... sensual with each other. He wasn't in love with him or anything, heck, he wasn't even sure what his own sexual orientation was; he was simply young and curious. And right now, seeing his brother sleeping, caught in the middle of his act of perversion, was giving the young Scraggy some naughty ideas...

Scraggy quietly walked over to the front of the couch, making sure not rouse the sleeping Scrafty. He turned off the TV and turned to face Scrafty. Scrafty's tool was still hanging out, with his skin-pants on the floor around his ankles. Scraggy tip-toed closer to his brother, slowly climbing onto the couch beside him, still sound asleep.

Scraggy leaned his head down into the Scrafty's crotch, inhaling the scent of his brothers odor. He moved his hand and softly grabbed his brothers flaccid member. He began lightly pumping Scrafty's cock... moving up and down ever so gently as Scrafty's cock began to stand at attention. Scrafty was beginning to moan a little in his sleep, possibly dreaming of hot Poke-girls.

Scraggy continued his actions, jerking his brother off at a slow and steady pace. Small drops of pre started forming on the tip of Scrafty's cock. The younger Pokemon leaned in, giving Scrafty's cock a small lick and lapping up the small drops of pre. The taste was strange, but in a good way. Scraggy began to use his tongue now in addition to his hands, licking up from the base to the tip of his brothers tool. He kept licking at his brother, lapping up the pre that was forming at the tip whenever it leaked out. As he continued, his constant licks elicited soft moans from Scrafty. Scraggy then took his mouth away for a second, before leaning back in and taking his brother's tip into his mouth.

"Ooooohhhh, yeah baby.... keep going..."

Scrafty was muttering in his sleep, definitely dreaming of some hot poke-girl sucking him off. Scraggy wasn't paying attention though; he was lost to lust as he gradually started taking more of his brother into his mouth. One inch, then two... he kept going down farther, until he reached his limit with around 4 inches inside of his mouth. Scraggy started moving back up, stopping at the tip of Scrafty's cock, before going back down. His movements started off slow, but he gradually picked up the pace, until he got into a rhythm.

Scraggy kept bobbing his head up and down, sucking his brother off in his sleep. He ran his tongue all along the shaft, stopping at the top to move his tongue across the cock-head, before resuming his bobbing motions.

Scraggy was lost in his actions, his lust getting the better of him as he kept his attention on Scrafty's member. Pre was leaking from his brother now, and Scraggy was happily swallowing it down. He grew to love the taste, and wanted more and more of the sticky fluid. He was sucking faster now, eliciting louder moans from his brother.

"MMmmhhh, ohh, I'm close now..."

His brother was bucking his hips, pushing his member into Scraggy's eager mouth. Scraggy just kept going, bobbing his head ever faster, awaiting his inevitable prize. A few more seconds passed, Scraggy sucking like his life depended on it. He kept going... on and on until his brother gave one jerk of his hips, moaning loudly as he shot his load into Scraggy's mouth.

Scraggy went down as far as he could go, determined to swallow all of his brother's spunk. Spurt after spurt went down his throat. Scrafty's seed kept spraying, and Scraggy couldn't hold it all in. He took his mouth off Scrafty's cock, gasping for air as Scrafty's seed began to shoot on his face. The spurts quickly faded, becoming less and less intense, until it became a slow dribble.

Scraggy was panting, his face covered in his brother's cum. He bent down one last time, sucking his brother's cock clean. Scraggy then quickly hopped off the couch and ran upstairs to clean himself before his brother woke up.

Scrafty woke up about an hour later, completely oblivious as to what his younger brother had done while he was asleep. He got up and cleaned himself, becoming decent once again. He grabbed the DVD out of the player and put it back into it's hiding place before resuming his idle position on the couch and switching the channel to the battle station, as if the events before had not even happened.

Night fell over the small house as Jason and his family pulled up into the driveway and opened the front door. Jason headed up the stairs and put his belongings back on his desk.

"Scrag Scraggy!"

Scraggy walked up and started tugging at his trainers leg. Jason turned and pet Scraggy on the head.

"Hey little buddy, did you have fun while I was gone?"

"Scraggy!" his Pokemon replied. Oh, he had fun, more than Jason could imagine.

----Chapter End Notes:There you go. My first story evar. Let me know what you think!

(Also, just for simplicities sake, I know I kept referring to them as brothers. They aren't biologically related, but have been living with each other for a while. They treat each other as brothers, which is why I refer to them as such.