Story Notes:
Contains sexual activity with brock, ash, misty, ritchi, mirana,. Johto level pokemon only. Contains Furry, Beast, Shota, Yuri, group, Large insertion, pregnancy, tentacle rape, xeno, transformation, nude wrestling, bukkake, styalized violence and my own weird sense of humour.
To the Mansion
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
Okay, it's time I got this fan fiction back on track. I know it's been kind of ignored and put off and looked at and put off again since I last worked on it but then I've had a lot of stuff going on both online and also in real life. Never-the-less I'm pleased to inform you that I remember where I was trying to take this story and that despite the derailments we are now entering the final stages.
In the remainder of the story the following will happen.
- James will have sex
- Mirana will get her boy
- Many pokemon will be anthro-morphed
- Snorlax will prove to be a challenge
- There will be many tentacles
- A legendary pokemon will appear.
Now, let's get this train wreck back on schedule.
Chapter 6
The mansion on the hill
[page 1]
On the edge of the town there is a hill. On the top of the hill is a mansion. This mansion is ancient, rundown and not really safe for people to live in but since when has that stopped anyone from going into such buildings.
Since the afternoon of two days ago this outdated and unsafe building has been inhabited by two entrepreneurs. This is a business that has started out in the black and is trying desperately to earn money. To be more accurate this is a freak show, but it's a freak show with a purpose and a freak show that has so far managed to make a decent profit. If the luck of the people running it holds out then they may even be able to pay off all their debts.
On the top of this hill on the highest point of the mansion is an Englishman. At least that's supposedly where his parents came from. Dressed in a long flowing cape and a cool looking outfit he stands on a balcony and oversees the line of people gathering for this mornings taking. Today he is standing tall, since his parents came to the country his family had always been attributed as wealthy and of good standing until he had run away from home.
"James, Get in here and stop posing you idiot, do you expect ME to do all the manual labour? We have to get this set installed!"
"Manual labour? I haven't seen you lift a finger all day!" Meowth sneers at the blue haired female only to be hit by a projectile shoe.
"Shut up you mangy cat - I'm the face of this operation and you know it! I can't risk damaging these nails moving heavy objects."
James sighs and steps back inside without saying a word. What now amounted to years of experience with his fiery partner had told him it was better not to argue. One upon a tie when Team Rocket had been a name to respect and fear the duo had gotten along famously but too many botched attempts and too much time living on the edge of their stomachs had given Jesse a mean streak that could bring down a charizard.
"I wish." The boy thought out loud, only barely out of his teens he recognised as much as Jesse did how important this project was but knew full well that their biggest mistake wasn't getting as far away from those twerps as possible.
James groaned as he looked at the massive piece of plywood so carefully painted by meowth then remembered an alternative. Reaching to his poke belt he hesitated for the briefest moment.
"No..." he thought, changing to another ball. "She already eats me when she sees me, let's see what this thing does to wheezing!" He releases his pokemon.
For a moment there's an echo of uncertainty in the air as the pokemon manifests a grey blob with two faces and now surrounded by a bluish-purple aura.
Meowth pokes his head around the corner of the artwork at watches with some bemusement.
"Oooh! Interesting choice Jimmy-boy, trying Wheezing out under the stones influence? How do you know the pokemon won't have some benign wish like that caterpie?"
James shrugs. "I figure those kids have beaten him so many times that his strongest wish would be strength. This pokemon has been with me since I was only a young boy so its biggest desire would be -"
"Hold up there, it's changin! Looks like it's getting bigger too."
"Please let it have hands please let it have hands please let it have -" James crosses his fingers and closes his eyes as he prays.
"Hey Jimmy, is Wheezing a boy or a girl?"
"Neither - Wheezing is asexual. When a wheezing gets big enough it splits in two to create two koffing."
"You're pretty smart about pokemon aren't ya?" Meowth looks up from the transforming pokemon to the face of the blue haired human. "You might want to open you're eyes and uncross your fingers Jimmy."
"Why, has it finished transforming?"
"In a manner of speaking." James opens his eyes and stares.
Before him there floats a new pokemon; Looking at it without knowledge of how it was created some would think it a new breed, potentially different specie. Still grey and slightly blobbish the pokemon floats in its usual gravity defy manner, still blob shaped in resemblance of a cloud of smog. James taps his foot as he thinks over the pros and cons.
"Well, it does have arms and hands!" He observes, scratching his head thoughtfully.
"And other bits of anatomy."
"I was kinda hoping for something more humanoid."
"Well it's got one of those; some would say that it's a big part of being human."
"I wonder why it has only one? At least it's bigger than you meowth."
Meowths eyes go narrow and in a reflex reaction the hackles go up on the back of his neck. Fur literally flying, his claws emerge in an all out fury swipe attack. James can't even move as the attack takes place, the meowth simply turning into a pale blur that runs all over James's body. When it's over Meowth stands beside the boy again with his arms crossed as though nothing happened and the boy, now covered in scratches, falls to the ground with an exaggerated "Ow."
"Let that be a lesson not to pick on a pokemon's prowess."
James turns his head, the only part apparently able to move without hurting and replies weekly that "I was talking about it being physically bigger, not sexually bigger."
"Oh."
Meowth takes a moment to think of this before deciding it was still worthy of the fury swipes and, with some considerable effort, goads James and his now sexualised pokemon into moving the set downstairs. As they do so wheezing 4 foot long penis bounces on the floor, echoes through the halls and can be heard downstairs as a curious banging by the people lining up to buy tickets in the entry foyer.
The dress setting is put in place, nicely covering up the last part of wall and visibly hiding the run-down nature of the building. James joins Jesse with the audience downstairs and Wheezing (after a moments questioning about where to put him) joins the other pokemon now on display.
Dressed like magicians or ringmasters the members of team rocket take their positions as the crowd gather.
The show begins with a fanfare.
"Welcome one and all, adults of all ages!"
The crowd stares and start clapping as a pair of floodlights turn on spotlighting what at first appears to be a human-sized mistake of nature. Jesse turns around to face the crowd. "Welcome to the hall of freaks, pokemon of such disturbing natures that only a responsible adult can be allowed to see them!"
James steps out from behind Jesse's hair with a flourish of his cape. "That's right ladies and gentle, what we provide here is a truly adults only experience. Gathered from the four corners of the world -"
"- Taken from the remotest jungles of Africa -"
"- The heart of India -"
"- Or possibly the shoe print of hell itself -"
Jesse blinks whispering out the corner of her mouth as the dance around the entrance forum building up the hype and hisses a warning to James.
"Stick to the script!" The male rocket continues unabashed. "Beyond those doors are creatures so terrifying they defy description. Be they freaks mutants or demons we put them here on display for you. Cost of entry 8000 yen or one pokemon for private sessions, to be held after the initial tour. Please enjoy!"
The pair of performers duck through the nearby door and behind a booth. A moment later they reappear dressed in pinstriped suits and hats and wearing little whistles around their necks. The customers line up and hand over their money or pokeballs willingly, dropping the balls into a large funnel on the front desk so that it falls down into a box underneath.
With each pokemon payment the poke ball's owner is waved through to an antechamber and given a special ticket. With each wad of money handed over the hosts grin and bow and nod, dollar signs glowing in their eyes.
Out back Meowth counts the money with vicious precision and scans the pokeballs to make sure nothing is out of order. It's an important job and while he admits that a lot of the pokemon being handed over are only low level types he grins at the shear volume.
"At this rate we're go'na earn back all our reputation and I'll be top cat again!" He yells out.
"We know meowth!" Jesse and James reply from the front counter, much to the confusion of everyone present.
Finally, all tickets paid for and all transactions made the humans from the village - mostly men but also some women, enter the main hall.
It takes a moment for their eyes to adjust to the change in light but when they do several oos and aahs emit from the crowd along with a few random ewe sounds, eeps and responses of "oh that is just disturbing!"
Lined up along each wall of the building are a number of booths. Roped off cheaply with wooden poles and yellow tapes marked 'Danger' each pokemon is chained to something by a limb of some description and stands in front of a hand painted background supposedly depicting where the pokemon was found. Jesse and James grin, finally in their elements, and start relaying made up accounts of each pokemon's capture.
"This weedle!" Jesse describes, indicating a creature twice the size of the regular bug-type, "was found in the forests of Africa. It had been drinking from a lake that several other specimens had been found in. Capable of spinning string four times stronger than any known bug pokemon this pokemon ties up its victim then uses the massive penis that stands in place of the tail spike to fertilize the victim. It is believed that the eggs hatch autonomously allowing the babies to be born from the host without damaging it. Hosts can be kept for months on end and are fed by the massive nipple on its head."
Jesse leads the watchers over to the pokemon on the opposite side of the hall, noting carefully the few men and women who take the most interest in the weedle.
"And on this side we have a humanoid rattata. As you can tell this female rattata is still covered mostly in fur but unlike many beliefs about such pokemon this fur is actually kept rather clean."
"Perhaps the audience would like to see the rattata morph up close Jameson?" Jesse interrupts. She clicks her fingers and the forlorn pokemon stands up from its position at the back of the display.
Most clearly female from the look of the c cup breasts the pokemon itself is only the height of a 14 year old girl at the most and a good inspection of the girl's fur shows that it doesn't cover all of the body. Spreading her legs and then, obediently, the lips of her vagina the audience is temporarily blinded to the thinness and patchiness of the pokemon's fur or irritated skin around the poke-girls paws or at the base of her tail.
Jesse has that covered anyhow for those who do notice, declaring "This pokemon so far has not adapted well to captivity and while training is going well, as you can see, its manners and nervousness haven't been cured."
James throws a handful of pokemon food pellets into the enclosure and the girls scoops them up eagerly, watching the audience with fear as she picks up every single one before taking them to the rear of the enclosure. Some faces frown at this, but not many.
"And over here we have a male zigzagoon. Notice the unusual colour and size. This pokemon for some strange reason has no teeth but can instead stretch various parts of its anatomy - including the mouth - to allow it to consume objects nearly as large as itself."
"And over here," James draws the crowds attention again, "Another humanoid pokemon that -"
The show goes on.
Down in the village day has broken and the town is suspiciously quiet from the lack of adults who would normally be going around on their daily business. Many shops are closed but school and daily life still goes on. Especially down at the local pokemon centre where Ash and Misty have woken early to pay their respects to two very annoyed pokemon.
While the rest of the village sleeps the young couple are sitting naked on the floor of their room with a very amused Brock watching on as they try to make their apologies to a very upset pokemon. Brock holds Togepi while the talk and lets the egg-type slowly bat and play with his penis as though Brocks body is some kind of babies rattle.
On the floor Chikorita huffs, sitting on her haunches and very pointedly making sure she isn't looking at either of the humans or the very apologetic pikachu. She flicks her leave back and forth and emits the occasional 'chic' sound. Not in response to ash or Misty but rather in response to Pikachu who is actively trying to beg the head-strong girl to forgive their partners.
"I told you it was a bad idea!" Misty said for the umpteenth time.
"Yes, yes I know!" Ash looks down at the angry pokemon and tries again to look around at Chikorita's face. Se turns away in frustration and pikachu glares at Ash, moving himself to try again.
Misty rubs her legs, feeling rather cold and exposed on the hard floor.
"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" Ash begs. "I had a good reason for doing it; I didn't think it would be -"
"Pika, pika peeka, pika - chu!" Pikachu snaps out, earning a grumpy 'Chik!" from the plants pokemon.
"Pika chuu... chu..." Pikachu replies to the pokemon only to have Ash intercept the conversation.
"Look, yes I know I should have talked about it with you first. I didn't think and I really am sorry!"
"We're both sorry!" Misty enforces. "I should have stopped him too. Neither of us did the right thing."
"But we both still love you!"
"Pika!" Pikachu finishes, enforcing the humans comments. Chikorita flicks her leaf back and forth in an irritated fashion, little bits of a red powder shaking off the leaf. Pikachu takes a step back and looks dejected.
Brock chuckles from his position on the upper bunk where he plays with Togepi, the small egg-type pokemon now trying enthusiastically to lick the head of Brock's penis. The breeder calls down to his friends and, desperate for an answer, Ash stands up to better hear the older boy's whispers.
"You're not offering her anything stupid. Whether it's a pokemon or a human girl if you want them to forgive you, you have to offer her something to make up for you're behaviour."
"I know that Brock." Ash replies grumpily, rubbing knees sore from kneeling in the proper fashion while they talked. "I've offered her stuff. She won't eat, she won't talk, only Pikachu can get an answer out of her and from what I can gather she only tells him that she doesn't want to talk to us."
Brock rubs the spikes on Togepi's head and chuckles silently.
"You're still thinking of her as a pokemon!"
"I'm not though. Chikorita is a girl just like Misty is!"
"Well that's a nice change." The fiery red-head rolls her eyes, "It took you long enough to see me as anything other than a friend. I don't blame Chikorita for doubting you're sincerity."
Ash slaps himself in the face and tries to think. Some niggling voice in the back of his mind tells him very pointedly that training pokemon and training was hard enough as it was without being in relationships. He silences that voice with a stamp of his foot that even makes Chikorita turn to look at him.
"Oh for goodness sake! You already know that I love you. I love all my pokemon and I USED to have you're trust. Each of you would help me and do what I asked simply because I asked it. You trusted that I cared about you and worked you're hardest for me. Have I really lost that trust from you Chikorita? HAVE I? What I did was right - if you had walked into town in you're human form you would have been taken away and cut up to find out what you were and I didn't want to see that."
Ash's legs almost disappear out from underneath him he sits down so fast but having now got Chikorita's attention he wasn't about to let up. Leaning forward Chikorita is suddenly surprised to find ashes face inches away from her own. All four of her little hoofs freeze in spot and her leaf flicks back and forth in time with a rather confused 'Chik...'
Ash continues talking and this time everyone goes silent, Pikachu approaching the little grass pokemon from behind.
"I know I didn't ask you before I put you back in you're pokeball but I have never asked anything more from any of you then I have thought you would be okay with. Be it you, bulbasaur, pikachu. Even Misty and Brock. I would never do something on purpose if I knew it would upset you and I am sorry. Truly sorry."
Misty smiles on watching the expressions on the pokemon's face and Pikachu also smiles.
"He's telling the truth Chikorita." She chimes in. "He never asks but he always thinks of others. Don't you remember? That's why both of us fell in love with him in the first place."
Pikachu rubs Chikorita's back and the little bulbs around the pokemon's neck. The two pokemon exchange a dialog and gradually the atmosphere of anger and annoyance lifts from the room. Ash and Misty both shifts positions with a sigh of relief and sit on the ground more comfortably, Misty absent-minded rubbing down her thighs and trying to restore feeling in her legs.
Ash spreads his legs and leans forwards, gently taking Chikorita's front paws.
The pokemon tries to pull away but Pikachu pushed the reluctant pokemon forwards into Ash's embrace.
At first she struggled but that stopped when Chikorita found Ash's tongue in her mouth. The pokemon, who had been doubting just whether Ash would love her the same way now she no longer looked human, simply closed her eyes and breathed in the smell of Ash's scent. Being held there in the boy's arms, feeling his arms around her body and Ash's tongue in her snout the pokemon forgot her worries and kissed her trainer back.
When the kiss broke Ash waved pikachu over and the two pokemon exchanged kisses, then finally Chikorita and Misty exchanged a kiss. Chikorita finally smiled and the four lovers began making out with Brock (now very horny) trying to decide whether he should go elsewhere.
As Chikorita slowly kissed her trainers balls and prepared for her first sexual encounter as a normal pokemon, Brock got down off his bunk, dressed, and took Togepi for a walk.
--- End page 1 ---
As the sun rose over Johto Brock breathed in the crisp clean air outside the pokemon centre. If not for the dull ache still in his groin from all the sex the day before he could have almost believed the adventure to be dream. Nurse joy and her chancey were working actively in the room, a handful of helpful pokemon cleaning the floors. Brock had retrieved his pokeballs from the Nurse with few words. He was smart enough not to chase THAT nurse Joy again as the only reason he hadn't been arrested was cause sex with pokemon is still technically illegal. If fact everything Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny had done with Brock was highly illegal and while they couldn't prove Brocks activities he could easily prove theirs. Had he wanted to.
Brock sighed as he looked out at the pre-twilight of dawn. The sky had just a little bit of light in it even though the sun wasn't due to rise for another hour or two. Brock walked through the town with the chirping Togepi as though he was a ghost, heading to the river near the edge of town. It was time to clean and attend to his own pokemon and as usual that was something he always preferred to do in private. There were advantages to being a pokemon breader and, he had to admit, the chance to be a pokemon had been enlightening even if the rest of the day had contained nothing new.
Arriving at the river he desposited the now sleeping togepi on the ground near some toys and released the pride of his pokemon.
"Come on out Onix!" The pokemon roared as it emerged then looked around itself carefully. Brock knew that pokemon lost track of time inside the pokeball. They were stored in an electrical form and in that form they're perception of time changed but it didn't take long for the mighty pokemon to realise what time it was. Onix beamed at it's owner and lowered its head to allow Brock to pet it.
"Good girl." Brock cooed. "Yep, we've got an early start." Brock hugs his monstrous pokemon for a little while, running his hands over the large boulder that made up it's head. Few people knew that an onix's body did actually consist of scales pressed tightly together. He ran his fingers over the edges of these scales now and the pokemon rumbled its happy response, growling deeply in disappointment when Brock let go.
"Time to give you a clean again Onix." The pokemon layed down on the ground, it's snake body twisting slightly. To anybody other than a breader nothing had visibly changed but Brock saw clearly how the giant snake was now partially on it's side. From somewhere in his backpack Brock pulls out a scrubbing brush and a jar of fine silt sand. He aproached the Onix with care. It wasnt that he was afraid of his pokemon, just that she sometimes forgot her own strength and would nearly crush Brock if she moved too suddenly.
He began gently scrubbing Onix's underside, paying close attention to the tiny cracks where the stone scales met. This was the careful bit. The kind of thing that a good trainer had to know about. Yes the pokemon had ways of doing this themselves and if the trainer didn't know aboout it they could handle their own higene but they would never be able to clean themselves as efficiently. The third boulder down he rubbed the edge of the scale with his fingers and with a gentle rumble it split open revealing the pokemons vagina.
"I see you're in as good a mood as ever!" Brock quipped. The onix let out a pleased gravelly sound and shifted it's tail end slightly, making brock nervous. Of all the pokemon that he owned Onix was the one most capable of killing him by accident. Brock grabbed the jar of silt and very carefully began rubbing it on and inside the scale that acted as the rock pokemons vagina. He grinned to himself as he worked. The sand was specially treeted and contained substances that would help clean impurities from the pokemons sex. As it was his pokemons excitement at the contact was already evident by the fine white sand that was starting to pour from the giant slit but this process had always been as much about higene as it had pleasuring is pokemon. In essence, Brock was assisting Onix in performing a douche - an essential process to keep ANY vagina healthy and prevent the onset of infections.
Brock reached deap into the pokemon's massive vagina and rubbed some of his silt onto it's more sensitive areas, the scale convulsing slightly as he did so. For a moment his entire arm would be trapped inside of her but that wasn't a problem. Like any animal the pokemon's urge would be to push outwards when she orgasmed and that would release his arm long enough for him to retrieve it. Brock continued rubbing, moving the sand around as it blended with the grinding white sand from the pokemons internal process.
Onix shuddered and Brock felt the push. Pulling his arm out as soon as it was free the force as the pokemons insides squeezed together could have easily crushed all but another rock and golden white sand poured from Onix's vagina.
Brock fetched up his scrubbing brush and continued to scrub the rest of onix's body, making sure to clean well around the scales that hid the pokemons urethra. Another trouble spot for infections. Fortunately, like most other snakes and birds the pokemon only had the one exit for it's digestive system, the results of the rocks it ate easily being ground down to just a fine stream of carbon and loose silicate.
Brock worked quickly and quietly as onix lay there feeling the afterglow of the orgasm and willingly returned to her pokeball when they were done.
More pokemon needed cleaning but there was only one other that recieved special treetment.
Brock called out golbat.
Brock grinned as the batlike pokemon emerged from the with a supersonic screach and excitedly flew in circles trying to see the enemy. When it fails to find one and see's itself alone with Brock he automatically lands on Brocks head.
Brock rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, tapping his foot in annoyance. "I bet it amuses you to use my head as a perch huh?"
The pokemon chirps out and excited "bat bat bat!" and hisses, the using it moves onto the older boys shoulder and licks brock face.
Brock replies by faking a "Blech" and pulling a face then turns and rubs the the ridge where the pokemon's wing meets its body.
Golbat closes it's mouth and grins from ear to ear.
Thats when the pair of them hear voices.
"C'mon Mirana. This is the only time of day both of us will be able to check the place out and hopefully everyone will be asleep."
"I know, I know. I still dont like the idea of breaking in!"
Brock and Golbat look at each other as Mirana and Ritchi came into sight on the road leading out of town. They watch as the two children aproach.
"I guess well have to put off you're bathtime golbat." The pokemon frowns and takes flight again as Brock retrieves Togepi then, waving down the two children, meet up with Ritchy and Mirana. When they do, Ritchi's eyes immediately go to the golbat trailing Brock and his eyes go wide while he comments on the closed mouth.
Brock laughs. "Golbat only fly around with their mouth open to make themselves look fearsome." He laughs, "This one doesn't do it when I'm alone with him though."
Golbat opens his mouth again and lets out a dramatic screach. "So I see!"
"So whats' this place you're planning on breaking into."
"He's PLANNING on breaking into that old mansion that everybody's going to." Mirana intercepted. "It's complete stupidity but he overheard someone saying something about new bredes of pokemon and now he's more determined then ever to see them. I cant talk him out of it either."
"I wouldn't even try!" Both children looked at Brock as though they'd been slapped. "New kinds of pokemon are always interesting and I'd be more than willing to accompany you on this journey so if you try to talk him out of it you'll have to talk me out of it too and as a breder my interest in new pokemon is great."
Mirana sighs and slaps her thighs in annoyance before getting of her bicycle. "Alright, come on come on. Can I hold Togepi?"
"Sure." Brock passes the pokemon over and the trio mount the hill. "He's still asleep at the moment. Being born was a stressfull proceedure."
"I'm not surprised. Will he get hungry after being born?"
"Maybe. He's nearly a year old so he shouldn't be too hungry."
"They always try to get back in." Mirana laughs. "Now I know what that means?"
Twenty minutes later they arrive at the mansion and sneek into the grounds. Little do they know they are being watched......
Okay, it's time I got this fan fiction back on track. I know it's been kind of ignored and put off and looked at and put off again since I last worked on it but then I've had a lot of stuff going on both online and also in real life. Never-the-less I'm pleased to inform you that I remember where I was trying to take this story and that despite the derailments we are now entering the final stages.
In the remainder of the story the following will happen.
- James will have sex
- Mirana will get her boy
- Many pokemon will be anthro-morphed
- Snorlax will prove to be a challenge
- There will be many tentacles
- A legendary pokemon will appear.
Now, let's get this train wreck back on schedule.
Chapter 6
The mansion on the hill
[page 1]
On the edge of the town there is a hill. On the top of the hill is a mansion. This mansion is ancient, rundown and not really safe for people to live in but since when has that stopped anyone from going into such buildings.
Since the afternoon of two days ago this outdated and unsafe building has been inhabited by two entrepreneurs. This is a business that has started out in the black and is trying desperately to earn money. To be more accurate this is a freak show, but it's a freak show with a purpose and a freak show that has so far managed to make a decent profit. If the luck of the people running it holds out then they may even be able to pay off all their debts.
On the top of this hill on the highest point of the mansion is an Englishman. At least that's supposedly where his parents came from. Dressed in a long flowing cape and a cool looking outfit he stands on a balcony and oversees the line of people gathering for this mornings taking. Today he is standing tall, since his parents came to the country his family had always been attributed as wealthy and of good standing until he had run away from home.
"James, Get in here and stop posing you idiot, do you expect ME to do all the manual labour? We have to get this set installed!"
"Manual labour? I haven't seen you lift a finger all day!" Meowth sneers at the blue haired female only to be hit by a projectile shoe.
"Shut up you mangy cat - I'm the face of this operation and you know it! I can't risk damaging these nails moving heavy objects."
James sighs and steps back inside without saying a word. What now amounted to years of experience with his fiery partner had told him it was better not to argue. One upon a tie when Team Rocket had been a name to respect and fear the duo had gotten along famously but too many botched attempts and too much time living on the edge of their stomachs had given Jesse a mean streak that could bring down a charizard.
"I wish." The boy thought out loud, only barely out of his teens he recognised as much as Jesse did how important this project was but knew full well that their biggest mistake wasn't getting as far away from those twerps as possible.
James groaned as he looked at the massive piece of plywood so carefully painted by meowth then remembered an alternative. Reaching to his poke belt he hesitated for the briefest moment.
"No..." he thought, changing to another ball. "She already eats me when she sees me, let's see what this thing does to wheezing!" He releases his pokemon.
For a moment there's an echo of uncertainty in the air as the pokemon manifests a grey blob with two faces and now surrounded by a bluish-purple aura.
Meowth pokes his head around the corner of the artwork at watches with some bemusement.
"Oooh! Interesting choice Jimmy-boy, trying Wheezing out under the stones influence? How do you know the pokemon won't have some benign wish like that caterpie?"
James shrugs. "I figure those kids have beaten him so many times that his strongest wish would be strength. This pokemon has been with me since I was only a young boy so its biggest desire would be -"
"Hold up there, it's changin! Looks like it's getting bigger too."
"Please let it have hands please let it have hands please let it have -" James crosses his fingers and closes his eyes as he prays.
"Hey Jimmy, is Wheezing a boy or a girl?"
"Neither - Wheezing is asexual. When a wheezing gets big enough it splits in two to create two koffing."
"You're pretty smart about pokemon aren't ya?" Meowth looks up from the transforming pokemon to the face of the blue haired human. "You might want to open you're eyes and uncross your fingers Jimmy."
"Why, has it finished transforming?"
"In a manner of speaking." James opens his eyes and stares.
Before him there floats a new pokemon; Looking at it without knowledge of how it was created some would think it a new breed, potentially different specie. Still grey and slightly blobbish the pokemon floats in its usual gravity defy manner, still blob shaped in resemblance of a cloud of smog. James taps his foot as he thinks over the pros and cons.
"Well, it does have arms and hands!" He observes, scratching his head thoughtfully.
"And other bits of anatomy."
"I was kinda hoping for something more humanoid."
"Well it's got one of those; some would say that it's a big part of being human."
"I wonder why it has only one? At least it's bigger than you meowth."
Meowths eyes go narrow and in a reflex reaction the hackles go up on the back of his neck. Fur literally flying, his claws emerge in an all out fury swipe attack. James can't even move as the attack takes place, the meowth simply turning into a pale blur that runs all over James's body. When it's over Meowth stands beside the boy again with his arms crossed as though nothing happened and the boy, now covered in scratches, falls to the ground with an exaggerated "Ow."
"Let that be a lesson not to pick on a pokemon's prowess."
James turns his head, the only part apparently able to move without hurting and replies weekly that "I was talking about it being physically bigger, not sexually bigger."
"Oh."
Meowth takes a moment to think of this before deciding it was still worthy of the fury swipes and, with some considerable effort, goads James and his now sexualised pokemon into moving the set downstairs. As they do so wheezing 4 foot long penis bounces on the floor, echoes through the halls and can be heard downstairs as a curious banging by the people lining up to buy tickets in the entry foyer.
The dress setting is put in place, nicely covering up the last part of wall and visibly hiding the run-down nature of the building. James joins Jesse with the audience downstairs and Wheezing (after a moments questioning about where to put him) joins the other pokemon now on display.
Dressed like magicians or ringmasters the members of team rocket take their positions as the crowd gather.
The show begins with a fanfare.
"Welcome one and all, adults of all ages!"
The crowd stares and start clapping as a pair of floodlights turn on spotlighting what at first appears to be a human-sized mistake of nature. Jesse turns around to face the crowd. "Welcome to the hall of freaks, pokemon of such disturbing natures that only a responsible adult can be allowed to see them!"
James steps out from behind Jesse's hair with a flourish of his cape. "That's right ladies and gentle, what we provide here is a truly adults only experience. Gathered from the four corners of the world -"
"- Taken from the remotest jungles of Africa -"
"- The heart of India -"
"- Or possibly the shoe print of hell itself -"
Jesse blinks whispering out the corner of her mouth as the dance around the entrance forum building up the hype and hisses a warning to James.
"Stick to the script!" The male rocket continues unabashed. "Beyond those doors are creatures so terrifying they defy description. Be they freaks mutants or demons we put them here on display for you. Cost of entry 8000 yen or one pokemon for private sessions, to be held after the initial tour. Please enjoy!"
The pair of performers duck through the nearby door and behind a booth. A moment later they reappear dressed in pinstriped suits and hats and wearing little whistles around their necks. The customers line up and hand over their money or pokeballs willingly, dropping the balls into a large funnel on the front desk so that it falls down into a box underneath.
With each pokemon payment the poke ball's owner is waved through to an antechamber and given a special ticket. With each wad of money handed over the hosts grin and bow and nod, dollar signs glowing in their eyes.
Out back Meowth counts the money with vicious precision and scans the pokeballs to make sure nothing is out of order. It's an important job and while he admits that a lot of the pokemon being handed over are only low level types he grins at the shear volume.
"At this rate we're go'na earn back all our reputation and I'll be top cat again!" He yells out.
"We know meowth!" Jesse and James reply from the front counter, much to the confusion of everyone present.
Finally, all tickets paid for and all transactions made the humans from the village - mostly men but also some women, enter the main hall.
It takes a moment for their eyes to adjust to the change in light but when they do several oos and aahs emit from the crowd along with a few random ewe sounds, eeps and responses of "oh that is just disturbing!"
Lined up along each wall of the building are a number of booths. Roped off cheaply with wooden poles and yellow tapes marked 'Danger' each pokemon is chained to something by a limb of some description and stands in front of a hand painted background supposedly depicting where the pokemon was found. Jesse and James grin, finally in their elements, and start relaying made up accounts of each pokemon's capture.
"This weedle!" Jesse describes, indicating a creature twice the size of the regular bug-type, "was found in the forests of Africa. It had been drinking from a lake that several other specimens had been found in. Capable of spinning string four times stronger than any known bug pokemon this pokemon ties up its victim then uses the massive penis that stands in place of the tail spike to fertilize the victim. It is believed that the eggs hatch autonomously allowing the babies to be born from the host without damaging it. Hosts can be kept for months on end and are fed by the massive nipple on its head."
Jesse leads the watchers over to the pokemon on the opposite side of the hall, noting carefully the few men and women who take the most interest in the weedle.
"And on this side we have a humanoid rattata. As you can tell this female rattata is still covered mostly in fur but unlike many beliefs about such pokemon this fur is actually kept rather clean."
"Perhaps the audience would like to see the rattata morph up close Jameson?" Jesse interrupts. She clicks her fingers and the forlorn pokemon stands up from its position at the back of the display.
Most clearly female from the look of the c cup breasts the pokemon itself is only the height of a 14 year old girl at the most and a good inspection of the girl's fur shows that it doesn't cover all of the body. Spreading her legs and then, obediently, the lips of her vagina the audience is temporarily blinded to the thinness and patchiness of the pokemon's fur or irritated skin around the poke-girls paws or at the base of her tail.
Jesse has that covered anyhow for those who do notice, declaring "This pokemon so far has not adapted well to captivity and while training is going well, as you can see, its manners and nervousness haven't been cured."
James throws a handful of pokemon food pellets into the enclosure and the girls scoops them up eagerly, watching the audience with fear as she picks up every single one before taking them to the rear of the enclosure. Some faces frown at this, but not many.
"And over here we have a male zigzagoon. Notice the unusual colour and size. This pokemon for some strange reason has no teeth but can instead stretch various parts of its anatomy - including the mouth - to allow it to consume objects nearly as large as itself."
"And over here," James draws the crowds attention again, "Another humanoid pokemon that -"
The show goes on.
Down in the village day has broken and the town is suspiciously quiet from the lack of adults who would normally be going around on their daily business. Many shops are closed but school and daily life still goes on. Especially down at the local pokemon centre where Ash and Misty have woken early to pay their respects to two very annoyed pokemon.
While the rest of the village sleeps the young couple are sitting naked on the floor of their room with a very amused Brock watching on as they try to make their apologies to a very upset pokemon. Brock holds Togepi while the talk and lets the egg-type slowly bat and play with his penis as though Brocks body is some kind of babies rattle.
On the floor Chikorita huffs, sitting on her haunches and very pointedly making sure she isn't looking at either of the humans or the very apologetic pikachu. She flicks her leave back and forth and emits the occasional 'chic' sound. Not in response to ash or Misty but rather in response to Pikachu who is actively trying to beg the head-strong girl to forgive their partners.
"I told you it was a bad idea!" Misty said for the umpteenth time.
"Yes, yes I know!" Ash looks down at the angry pokemon and tries again to look around at Chikorita's face. Se turns away in frustration and pikachu glares at Ash, moving himself to try again.
Misty rubs her legs, feeling rather cold and exposed on the hard floor.
"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" Ash begs. "I had a good reason for doing it; I didn't think it would be -"
"Pika, pika peeka, pika - chu!" Pikachu snaps out, earning a grumpy 'Chik!" from the plants pokemon.
"Pika chuu... chu..." Pikachu replies to the pokemon only to have Ash intercept the conversation.
"Look, yes I know I should have talked about it with you first. I didn't think and I really am sorry!"
"We're both sorry!" Misty enforces. "I should have stopped him too. Neither of us did the right thing."
"But we both still love you!"
"Pika!" Pikachu finishes, enforcing the humans comments. Chikorita flicks her leaf back and forth in an irritated fashion, little bits of a red powder shaking off the leaf. Pikachu takes a step back and looks dejected.
Brock chuckles from his position on the upper bunk where he plays with Togepi, the small egg-type pokemon now trying enthusiastically to lick the head of Brock's penis. The breeder calls down to his friends and, desperate for an answer, Ash stands up to better hear the older boy's whispers.
"You're not offering her anything stupid. Whether it's a pokemon or a human girl if you want them to forgive you, you have to offer her something to make up for you're behaviour."
"I know that Brock." Ash replies grumpily, rubbing knees sore from kneeling in the proper fashion while they talked. "I've offered her stuff. She won't eat, she won't talk, only Pikachu can get an answer out of her and from what I can gather she only tells him that she doesn't want to talk to us."
Brock rubs the spikes on Togepi's head and chuckles silently.
"You're still thinking of her as a pokemon!"
"I'm not though. Chikorita is a girl just like Misty is!"
"Well that's a nice change." The fiery red-head rolls her eyes, "It took you long enough to see me as anything other than a friend. I don't blame Chikorita for doubting you're sincerity."
Ash slaps himself in the face and tries to think. Some niggling voice in the back of his mind tells him very pointedly that training pokemon and training was hard enough as it was without being in relationships. He silences that voice with a stamp of his foot that even makes Chikorita turn to look at him.
"Oh for goodness sake! You already know that I love you. I love all my pokemon and I USED to have you're trust. Each of you would help me and do what I asked simply because I asked it. You trusted that I cared about you and worked you're hardest for me. Have I really lost that trust from you Chikorita? HAVE I? What I did was right - if you had walked into town in you're human form you would have been taken away and cut up to find out what you were and I didn't want to see that."
Ash's legs almost disappear out from underneath him he sits down so fast but having now got Chikorita's attention he wasn't about to let up. Leaning forward Chikorita is suddenly surprised to find ashes face inches away from her own. All four of her little hoofs freeze in spot and her leaf flicks back and forth in time with a rather confused 'Chik...'
Ash continues talking and this time everyone goes silent, Pikachu approaching the little grass pokemon from behind.
"I know I didn't ask you before I put you back in you're pokeball but I have never asked anything more from any of you then I have thought you would be okay with. Be it you, bulbasaur, pikachu. Even Misty and Brock. I would never do something on purpose if I knew it would upset you and I am sorry. Truly sorry."
Misty smiles on watching the expressions on the pokemon's face and Pikachu also smiles.
"He's telling the truth Chikorita." She chimes in. "He never asks but he always thinks of others. Don't you remember? That's why both of us fell in love with him in the first place."
Pikachu rubs Chikorita's back and the little bulbs around the pokemon's neck. The two pokemon exchange a dialog and gradually the atmosphere of anger and annoyance lifts from the room. Ash and Misty both shifts positions with a sigh of relief and sit on the ground more comfortably, Misty absent-minded rubbing down her thighs and trying to restore feeling in her legs.
Ash spreads his legs and leans forwards, gently taking Chikorita's front paws.
The pokemon tries to pull away but Pikachu pushed the reluctant pokemon forwards into Ash's embrace.
At first she struggled but that stopped when Chikorita found Ash's tongue in her mouth. The pokemon, who had been doubting just whether Ash would love her the same way now she no longer looked human, simply closed her eyes and breathed in the smell of Ash's scent. Being held there in the boy's arms, feeling his arms around her body and Ash's tongue in her snout the pokemon forgot her worries and kissed her trainer back.
When the kiss broke Ash waved pikachu over and the two pokemon exchanged kisses, then finally Chikorita and Misty exchanged a kiss. Chikorita finally smiled and the four lovers began making out with Brock (now very horny) trying to decide whether he should go elsewhere.
As Chikorita slowly kissed her trainers balls and prepared for her first sexual encounter as a normal pokemon, Brock got down off his bunk, dressed, and took Togepi for a walk.
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As the sun rose over Johto Brock breathed in the crisp clean air outside the pokemon centre. If not for the dull ache still in his groin from all the sex the day before he could have almost believed the adventure to be dream. Nurse joy and her chancey were working actively in the room, a handful of helpful pokemon cleaning the floors. Brock had retrieved his pokeballs from the Nurse with few words. He was smart enough not to chase THAT nurse Joy again as the only reason he hadn't been arrested was cause sex with pokemon is still technically illegal. If fact everything Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny had done with Brock was highly illegal and while they couldn't prove Brocks activities he could easily prove theirs. Had he wanted to.
Brock sighed as he looked out at the pre-twilight of dawn. The sky had just a little bit of light in it even though the sun wasn't due to rise for another hour or two. Brock walked through the town with the chirping Togepi as though he was a ghost, heading to the river near the edge of town. It was time to clean and attend to his own pokemon and as usual that was something he always preferred to do in private. There were advantages to being a pokemon breader and, he had to admit, the chance to be a pokemon had been enlightening even if the rest of the day had contained nothing new.
Arriving at the river he desposited the now sleeping togepi on the ground near some toys and released the pride of his pokemon.
"Come on out Onix!" The pokemon roared as it emerged then looked around itself carefully. Brock knew that pokemon lost track of time inside the pokeball. They were stored in an electrical form and in that form they're perception of time changed but it didn't take long for the mighty pokemon to realise what time it was. Onix beamed at it's owner and lowered its head to allow Brock to pet it.
"Good girl." Brock cooed. "Yep, we've got an early start." Brock hugs his monstrous pokemon for a little while, running his hands over the large boulder that made up it's head. Few people knew that an onix's body did actually consist of scales pressed tightly together. He ran his fingers over the edges of these scales now and the pokemon rumbled its happy response, growling deeply in disappointment when Brock let go.
"Time to give you a clean again Onix." The pokemon layed down on the ground, it's snake body twisting slightly. To anybody other than a breader nothing had visibly changed but Brock saw clearly how the giant snake was now partially on it's side. From somewhere in his backpack Brock pulls out a scrubbing brush and a jar of fine silt sand. He aproached the Onix with care. It wasnt that he was afraid of his pokemon, just that she sometimes forgot her own strength and would nearly crush Brock if she moved too suddenly.
He began gently scrubbing Onix's underside, paying close attention to the tiny cracks where the stone scales met. This was the careful bit. The kind of thing that a good trainer had to know about. Yes the pokemon had ways of doing this themselves and if the trainer didn't know aboout it they could handle their own higene but they would never be able to clean themselves as efficiently. The third boulder down he rubbed the edge of the scale with his fingers and with a gentle rumble it split open revealing the pokemons vagina.
"I see you're in as good a mood as ever!" Brock quipped. The onix let out a pleased gravelly sound and shifted it's tail end slightly, making brock nervous. Of all the pokemon that he owned Onix was the one most capable of killing him by accident. Brock grabbed the jar of silt and very carefully began rubbing it on and inside the scale that acted as the rock pokemons vagina. He grinned to himself as he worked. The sand was specially treeted and contained substances that would help clean impurities from the pokemons sex. As it was his pokemons excitement at the contact was already evident by the fine white sand that was starting to pour from the giant slit but this process had always been as much about higene as it had pleasuring is pokemon. In essence, Brock was assisting Onix in performing a douche - an essential process to keep ANY vagina healthy and prevent the onset of infections.
Brock reached deap into the pokemon's massive vagina and rubbed some of his silt onto it's more sensitive areas, the scale convulsing slightly as he did so. For a moment his entire arm would be trapped inside of her but that wasn't a problem. Like any animal the pokemon's urge would be to push outwards when she orgasmed and that would release his arm long enough for him to retrieve it. Brock continued rubbing, moving the sand around as it blended with the grinding white sand from the pokemons internal process.
Onix shuddered and Brock felt the push. Pulling his arm out as soon as it was free the force as the pokemons insides squeezed together could have easily crushed all but another rock and golden white sand poured from Onix's vagina.
Brock fetched up his scrubbing brush and continued to scrub the rest of onix's body, making sure to clean well around the scales that hid the pokemons urethra. Another trouble spot for infections. Fortunately, like most other snakes and birds the pokemon only had the one exit for it's digestive system, the results of the rocks it ate easily being ground down to just a fine stream of carbon and loose silicate.
Brock worked quickly and quietly as onix lay there feeling the afterglow of the orgasm and willingly returned to her pokeball when they were done.
More pokemon needed cleaning but there was only one other that recieved special treetment.
Brock called out golbat.
Brock grinned as the batlike pokemon emerged from the with a supersonic screach and excitedly flew in circles trying to see the enemy. When it fails to find one and see's itself alone with Brock he automatically lands on Brocks head.
Brock rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, tapping his foot in annoyance. "I bet it amuses you to use my head as a perch huh?"
The pokemon chirps out and excited "bat bat bat!" and hisses, the using it moves onto the older boys shoulder and licks brock face.
Brock replies by faking a "Blech" and pulling a face then turns and rubs the the ridge where the pokemon's wing meets its body.
Golbat closes it's mouth and grins from ear to ear.
Thats when the pair of them hear voices.
"C'mon Mirana. This is the only time of day both of us will be able to check the place out and hopefully everyone will be asleep."
"I know, I know. I still dont like the idea of breaking in!"
Brock and Golbat look at each other as Mirana and Ritchi came into sight on the road leading out of town. They watch as the two children aproach.
"I guess well have to put off you're bathtime golbat." The pokemon frowns and takes flight again as Brock retrieves Togepi then, waving down the two children, meet up with Ritchy and Mirana. When they do, Ritchi's eyes immediately go to the golbat trailing Brock and his eyes go wide while he comments on the closed mouth.
Brock laughs. "Golbat only fly around with their mouth open to make themselves look fearsome." He laughs, "This one doesn't do it when I'm alone with him though."
Golbat opens his mouth again and lets out a dramatic screach. "So I see!"
"So whats' this place you're planning on breaking into."
"He's PLANNING on breaking into that old mansion that everybody's going to." Mirana intercepted. "It's complete stupidity but he overheard someone saying something about new bredes of pokemon and now he's more determined then ever to see them. I cant talk him out of it either."
"I wouldn't even try!" Both children looked at Brock as though they'd been slapped. "New kinds of pokemon are always interesting and I'd be more than willing to accompany you on this journey so if you try to talk him out of it you'll have to talk me out of it too and as a breder my interest in new pokemon is great."
Mirana sighs and slaps her thighs in annoyance before getting of her bicycle. "Alright, come on come on. Can I hold Togepi?"
"Sure." Brock passes the pokemon over and the trio mount the hill. "He's still asleep at the moment. Being born was a stressfull proceedure."
"I'm not surprised. Will he get hungry after being born?"
"Maybe. He's nearly a year old so he shouldn't be too hungry."
"They always try to get back in." Mirana laughs. "Now I know what that means?"
Twenty minutes later they arrive at the mansion and sneek into the grounds. Little do they know they are being watched......