Story Notes:
I don't Pokemon. Everything related to Pokemon is property of their respective owners. This is a free unofficial fanfic that belongs to me and AGNPH.
Chapter 2
Honestly, my first thought of the day was, how did two sips of vodka give me such a headache? Before I even opened my eyes I felt my skull pound. I heard something. Was the door open? Who was talking in the hallway?
I opened my eyes, but the door was closed. The TV. It was the TV making all the noise. It must have been up all night. But it was still dark outside. The damn tube woke me up... no wonder I had a headache. And then I realized something was horribly, horribly wrong.
Yoko was gone.
My head snapped to the window. The kitchen table. The bedroom doorframe. The closet. The front door.
And then I realized something was horribly, horribly right.
Yoko was lying next to me.
That called for some vodka.
After my miniature heart attack, I stumbled to the fridge and swigged some vodka out of the bottle. The microwave clock stated the time 4:56. I could catch two more hours of sleep. That's when I had a look at the couch where I had spent the night. Yoko was asleep and turned on her side. And I'm sorry to say, something caught my eye.
Yoko's breasts were on display as she lay on her side. She had four pairs, diminishing in size as they lead to her (I started blushing now) vagina, which was also partially visible. I felt like a moron, staring at her breasts like a pervert. Maybe I was a bit perverted. Could I help it? She looked... perfect, to say the least. Her largest pair of breasts would have not been out of place on a woman, the next more modest, and the third small buds that looked perfect against her regal white fur, the fourth barely visible.
I snapped out of it and shook my head. Took a long quaff of spirits. Coughed. Look at her again. Shook my head again. She was a Ninetales. For God's sake, a Pokemon. It had been a while since I had company in bed, but she wasn't exactly...
Yoko yawned and blinked. She looked at me quizzically and tilted her head.
"Umm... Want a drink?"
She stared at me a while longer, then shook her head and blew a flame. She tilted her head again and nodded at the bottle. It took me a while, but hey, it was early.
"Oh! Alcohol. Yeah. Okay, not good with fire. I could put some water in a bowl?"
She nodded. I found myself liking her more and more. She had a very simple sophistication, and could make herself heard, despite the fact she rarely made a sound. In fact, she hadn't made a sound since that scream when the burning wreckage had started to come down around her...
I busied myself with the bowl of water. Yoko was different, more... human? No, she wasn't human, she was just intelligent. And I liked her. And I liked staring at her breasts. And she was a Pokemon and I was a fucking idiot. The water was overflowing in the bowl. My mind was just completely gone this morning.
I put the bowl down and went to go lie down on the couch. Yoko picked herself up off the couch and walked over to get a drink. I collapsed on the couch and watched her. She was truly beautiful, that Ninetales. And I needed someone, even it if was a Pokemon. Was there really anything wrong with that? What was so unethical about a human and a Pokemon fu-
Yoko leapt into my lap, causing me to start. She curled up, evidently thinking this was a fine place for a nap. Almost without realizing it, I started stroking her fur. It was unbelievably soft; it felt like silk against my hand. Yoko had her eyes closed and softly nuzzled against my leg. This wasn't so bad at all. It may have been eye-rubbingly early in the morning, but at least I had some company, and warm furry company at that. And maybe... just maybe...
I started rubbing her a bit lower, reaching around to her tummy. Very, very carefully, I just barely grazed her upper left breast. She didn't seem to notice. Stroking her a few more time and scratching her behind the ears, I reached down again and this time gave that breast the lightest of squeezes.
She defiantly noticed something this time. Yoko lifted her head and halfway turned to look at me, then yawned and nuzzled against my leg once more. I figured what I had done was alright, but I got the feeling I shouldn't press my luck. Then Yoko turned over and exposed all six of her breasts to me. I could hardly keep my eyes off them, but I realized this must have been her way of telling me to continue.
I massaged and kneaded her upper breasts, sometimes flicking her nipples. I was being a bit forward, I know, but Yoko seemed to be enjoying it. I rubbed each row of her breasts and, taking a bold step, leaned down and planted a kiss on her neck. Yoko murred, which I first mistook as a growl, but I soon caught on and continued massaging her and planting kisses on her soft fur.
Then, as soon as it had started, it ended. Yoko turned again and hopped off the couch. She padded over to the kitchen area and lapped up some more water, then headed off to my bedroom as I just sat there confused. When I got up to check, she had curled up on my bed, making herself quite at home.
"Am I supposed to sleep on the couch?" I asked her. "I'd like to rest a bit before I head in to work. " Yoko rolled over, giving me a bit more room on the bed. I sat down next to her and gave her a pat on the head, then lay down. I decided I might as well ask.
"So, um, should I stop now?"
Yoko looked at me, then turned her head and nodded. Maybe she was embarrassed, or more than likely, she had never been that close to a human before. Of course, I had never been that close to any Pokemon before. I closed my eyes and tried to relax.
"I think maybe you should come into work with me. No offense, but I'm kind of afraid that you'll burn down my apartment."
Yoko blew a small string of flame into the air, as if in jest.
.
"Yeah, none of that. I might have to put you in a Poke ball, though/"
Her ears perked up. She didn't look happy at all, showing more emotion on her small face than I knew was possible. She whined very quietly, just for a moment.
"Hey, it won't be all that bad," I said, stroking her fur again. It seemed to relax her, and it even relaxed me a bit. "Besides... I can make it up to you?"
It came out as a question, and as I said it, I stroked under her tummy, very close to her genitals. I withdrew very quickly, mistaking her low murr for a growl. But she turned and licked my hand. She seemed pleased for the moment.
"Okay then. I'll only put you in the ball when absolutely necessary. Might as well get the day started. I can find some place that sells coffee early. And maybe some place where I can get that Poke ball. Ready to wake up for real?"
After some prodding, Yoko got up off my bed and headed for the door. I put on a fresh shirt and donned my jacket. My limbs were sore. Maybe some coffee could help me get through this day. I didn't have work the next day; if only I could survive an exhausting day at work. Probably a boring one, too. Then I realized I wouldn't just have to get through the day, but I would have to get Yoko through it as well.
Flames streamed out of Yoko's mouth. I took it as a sign for me to stop my daydreaming and get going. In a few minutes we were off.
I was chowing down on some Chinese food out of the carton in the office of Lieutenant Burke, my immediate boss, who was nice enough to let me grab lunch while briefing him on the situation. Yoko was at my side, once in a while nudging me for a mouthful of noodles, which she ate with passion. Her appetite had seemed to come back with a vengeance after last night's excitement. I had purchased a Pokeball that morning and so far had to put her in it once when someone across the hall had a near emergency. I let her out after about two minutes, and she was a bit put out but it was nothing some Chinese food couldn't fix.
"Tell me what you know, Conen," said the man sitting across from me. This would be Lieutenant Burke, who was basically in charge of looking pretty and trying to keep a million thoughts in his head at once. I didn't envy his job, to be honest. It would give me a headache, and I'm anything but pretty.
"Well, let's look at it backwards," I started. "I rescue Yoko here from a collapsing portion of the Silph building. Yoko is trapped because she and the other Pokemon were being held in cages. We know this because of the physical evidence. My assumption is that these Pokemon were being tested on, and we both know the law states clearly that no living Pokemon can be part of harmful medical studies, with or without an owner's permission. We've done some calling around, and no other parts of the Silph company know about any tests on live Pokemon in that building."
"What do you mean, other parts?" Burke asked.
"There's a big point of interest. This building was part of the Silph Neo project, which is a subsidiary company under Silph. Silph Neo is all about medicines and pharmaceuticals for both humans and Pokemon. We have almost irrefutable evidence that they were caging Pokemon against their will, unless of course you signed up for that treatment, Yoko."
The regal Ninetales bared her teeth and flames started to trickle out of her mouth.
"I didn't think so."
"The next step backward would be the obvious one, the explosion at the lab," Burke continued.
"That's right," I agreed. "I've talked to three different Pokemon biologists today, two of them experts in Electric Pokemon. All agree that while an Electrode can be dangerous and maybe, maybe fatal to someone when it uses Explosion, the Electrode cannot kill itself in an explosion unless there are outside factors."
"And yet this Electrode-" (tests had proved an Electrode had caused the explosion) "-took out an entire building. Something doesn't add up."
"Not at all, sir. There is the chance that some manner of high explosives were being held at the building, but I personally think that some sort of test... altered that Electrode. Maybe it was a final act of rebellion, or maybe it didn't even have control over itself. What we do know is that the explosion was about 420% more powerful than what the average Electrode can do. So let's take another step backward."
"Go on."
"Maybe a sort of steroid was developed. Maybe Silph Neo scientists are doing what is strictly against the law to create a product that is then used on Pokemon, which of course is yet another violation on the law, because they had no consent. Maybe the entire branch of the company here in town is breaking the law. Who knows, maybe the whole company is a front for illegal research."
"That's a pretty big step from what we've got right now, Conen," Lieutenant Burke said. "But there's defiantly something here we're not seeing. What's fortunate is that we have a witness."
"I must just coming to that."
There was silence for a moment, then Yoko noticed we were both staring at her. She looked very confused for a moment.
"Yoko, you were on the inside of this laboratory. Eventually, we're going to need to have a talk about what happened," I told her, trying to keep my voice as comforting as possible.
"And I think that time is going to have to be sooner rather than later, I'm afraid." Burke said, addressing Yoko now, then he turned to me. "Conen, you can take off in about half an hour. Use the rest of the afternoon to have a, uh, conversation. Your friend might want a more comfortable setting."
"I'll do that, sir."
"You don't always have to call me sir, Williams."
"Yes sir."
About forty minutes later I was in the drive-thru of a fast food restaurant, Yoko sticking her head out the shotgun window. It hadn't been a very eventful day, but I certainly knew a lot more than this morning. It was amazing what some poking around could do. A lot of information was just a phone call or an email away, and lots of people were willing to pitch in to help a police effort, especially one that targeted those abusing Pokemon. I screamed my order through the muddled speaker and pulled my wallet from under Yoko's rear. She growled, thinking I was making a move, and waved her head as if to say, Not now, you're in public, idiot!
I paid for the meal and scarfed it down while driving haphazardly home. When I was full I gave the remainder of the burger to Yoko, who ate greedily. Before long we pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex. We both clambered up the stairs (goddamn elevator was still broken) and collapsed on the couch upon entering. I grabbed the TV remote with my right hand and my left snaked around Yoko, seemingly of its own accord. Settling on some silly soap opera, I began Yoko's "interrogation."
"If it's alright with you, Yoko, I'd like to ask some questions about the Silph lab. I'd appreciate any help you can give me."
Yoko's eyes moved slowly across the television screen and she nodded.
"Okay. I know it might be hard, and honestly I don't want to exploit you, but I need to do my job. Besides, if we can get some more evidence on those bastards, we might be able to lock them away for good."
Yoko looked right at me this time before nodding.
"How long were you in that place?"
Yoko thought and her paw reached out. She tapped me three times.
"Three weeks?"
She nodded.
"Okay. How many Pokemon were there? About twenty?"
Yoko shook her head and blew a small flame,
"Thirty? Maybe forty?"
The beautiful Ninetales stooped and licked me on the cheek. I laughed a bit.
"Did they give you anything? Any pills or shots?"
She shook her head adamantly.
"Maybe it was in the food they gave you."
Yoko froze and looked ill.
"No, I mean, I'm sure you're fine. You were in the control group or something. If you want, I can take you to the Pokecenter for some tests?"
Yoko considered this and then nodded slowly and pushed her head into my chest.
"Okay, okay, that's what we'll do. We can do that tonight. So. About forty Pokemon, in cages. They had been kept at least three weeks, sometimes longer? Okay. That there is abuse, well maybe, but there's more to the story. Some Pokemon were given shots, right?"
Yoko took her time in nodding.
"Pills?"
She nodded.
"Did they run tests on the Pokemon?"
Yoko started having trouble breathing but she kept nodding.
"Before the explosion last night, were any Pokemon killed?"
Nodded.
"Did you see it, Yoko?"
Nodded.
"Yoko, with this alone we can destroy Silph Neo. If this goes public then the whole company is basically fucked. The Pokemon Rights groups will go crazy over this. No way will Silph Neo get away with this. Now. Do you remember anyone's name? A worker there?"
Slowly, to my amazement, she nodded.
"Was it a scientist? Or maybe a guy in a suit?" I was getting ahead of myself.
Yoko jumped off the couch and walked into the kitchen. Nosing open the pantry door, she fiddled around until a broom clattered to the floor.
"A...broom. Oh, a janitor!"
Yoko breathed a great plume of fire, nearly lighting the furniture.
"What was his name?!"
Then Yoko scowled at me. She raised a front paw and barked.
"Oh," I managed, embarrassed. "Can't talk. Can't write. Umm... shit..."
Not all was lost, however. I went into my bedroom and returned with my laptop. Flipping it on, I searched on the web for Most Common Names.
"Male, right?"
Yoko hopped into my lap and licked my cheek, Yes.
"Okay... then wait just a... there!"
I pulled up a list and clicked the Voice feature. The computer started reading out the names in a dull monotone.
"Alright, tell me if you hear it."
I started petting behind Yoko's ears and she relaxed in my lap. My left hand found its way to my stomach and started petting there. She started nosing around my thigh and my hand moved lower on her soft fur. I was about half an inch away when suddenly the goddamn air was on fire!
"HOLY SHIT YOKO I'M SORRY!" I wildly started swatting my hair, which was instantly singed. Thank God the laptop survived, but I had to throw a magazine on the floor and start stomping. When I looked over, Yoko was looking terribly embarrassed and pointing at the screen with one paw.
"Oh... The name? Is that what got you so excited?"
Yoko looked away and nodded fervently. No way in hell that was the whole truth.
"Which name?"
She pointed.
"Richard?"
She nodded.
"Alright! Okay. Yes. Damn. That's a big start, babe! I guess asking a last name would be too much? Hey come on it was a joke."
I shut the computer and started stroking Yoko's regal fur. This time I skipped the foreplay and headed straight for... Yeah. That.
Yoko looked up in alarm. I stroked her to reassure you.
"Hey, I told you this morning I'd make it up to you. By my watch, you spent about four minutes in that Pokeball. Sounds like four minutes for me to pay you back. Interested?"
Yoko stared right at me, until I started licking my left index finger, at which point she started nodding wildly.
"Good girl."
With my right hand I began massaging her breasts, and with my left I began tracing my finger along her vagina. Yoko took a deep breath in and right then I thought I felt her getting wetter. I reached down and kissed her nose and she licked mine. My right hand moved across her breasts and I gently pinched her nipple. As she arched her back I slipped a single finger inside of her. Yoko started panting, encouraging me to slide my finger in and out of her. A low growl started in the back of her throat and I quickened the pace and kissed her cheek. She was really getting into it now, grinding against me as best she could despite the awkward position. I pressed a second finger against her entrance and she started yelping for more. Then I stopped.
Yoko swallowed the flame emanating from her mouth, but her eyes were burning at me. I held my hands in front of me.
"You know, Yoko, I'm pretty tired. It's been a long day, why don't I just go to bed and tomorrow we can-"
Yoko leapt and slammed against my face, knocking me off the couch. I hit the floor and started laughing despite the slight pain. Yoko was growling at me, desperate to get off.
"Alright, alright, lay down."
She complied and I placed my hands on her breasts once more. I then sank my head down beneath her hind legs and took a long, slow lick.
Now, I know this isn't exactly normal, or natural, or whatever. I'm sure it says no good things about my character. But goddamn, it was really something seeing Yoko react to me going down on her. Fire gushed out of her mouth and she squirmed desperately as I licked her moist vagina. I was almost afraid she would have some sort of fit, but then again, I was fairly concentrated on my work. I lapped up the liquids that seeped from her entrance and put my tongue in and out. My fingers pinched her nipples and my tongue assaulted her vagina and she cried out and breathed fire and spiraled into an orgasm and the absurdity of the situation hit me, but decided not to stop for a while.Chapter End Notes:i kept giggling while i was writing the sex scene... i really don't know if that's my forte... anyways hope you liked it
I opened my eyes, but the door was closed. The TV. It was the TV making all the noise. It must have been up all night. But it was still dark outside. The damn tube woke me up... no wonder I had a headache. And then I realized something was horribly, horribly wrong.
Yoko was gone.
My head snapped to the window. The kitchen table. The bedroom doorframe. The closet. The front door.
And then I realized something was horribly, horribly right.
Yoko was lying next to me.
That called for some vodka.
After my miniature heart attack, I stumbled to the fridge and swigged some vodka out of the bottle. The microwave clock stated the time 4:56. I could catch two more hours of sleep. That's when I had a look at the couch where I had spent the night. Yoko was asleep and turned on her side. And I'm sorry to say, something caught my eye.
Yoko's breasts were on display as she lay on her side. She had four pairs, diminishing in size as they lead to her (I started blushing now) vagina, which was also partially visible. I felt like a moron, staring at her breasts like a pervert. Maybe I was a bit perverted. Could I help it? She looked... perfect, to say the least. Her largest pair of breasts would have not been out of place on a woman, the next more modest, and the third small buds that looked perfect against her regal white fur, the fourth barely visible.
I snapped out of it and shook my head. Took a long quaff of spirits. Coughed. Look at her again. Shook my head again. She was a Ninetales. For God's sake, a Pokemon. It had been a while since I had company in bed, but she wasn't exactly...
Yoko yawned and blinked. She looked at me quizzically and tilted her head.
"Umm... Want a drink?"
She stared at me a while longer, then shook her head and blew a flame. She tilted her head again and nodded at the bottle. It took me a while, but hey, it was early.
"Oh! Alcohol. Yeah. Okay, not good with fire. I could put some water in a bowl?"
She nodded. I found myself liking her more and more. She had a very simple sophistication, and could make herself heard, despite the fact she rarely made a sound. In fact, she hadn't made a sound since that scream when the burning wreckage had started to come down around her...
I busied myself with the bowl of water. Yoko was different, more... human? No, she wasn't human, she was just intelligent. And I liked her. And I liked staring at her breasts. And she was a Pokemon and I was a fucking idiot. The water was overflowing in the bowl. My mind was just completely gone this morning.
I put the bowl down and went to go lie down on the couch. Yoko picked herself up off the couch and walked over to get a drink. I collapsed on the couch and watched her. She was truly beautiful, that Ninetales. And I needed someone, even it if was a Pokemon. Was there really anything wrong with that? What was so unethical about a human and a Pokemon fu-
Yoko leapt into my lap, causing me to start. She curled up, evidently thinking this was a fine place for a nap. Almost without realizing it, I started stroking her fur. It was unbelievably soft; it felt like silk against my hand. Yoko had her eyes closed and softly nuzzled against my leg. This wasn't so bad at all. It may have been eye-rubbingly early in the morning, but at least I had some company, and warm furry company at that. And maybe... just maybe...
I started rubbing her a bit lower, reaching around to her tummy. Very, very carefully, I just barely grazed her upper left breast. She didn't seem to notice. Stroking her a few more time and scratching her behind the ears, I reached down again and this time gave that breast the lightest of squeezes.
She defiantly noticed something this time. Yoko lifted her head and halfway turned to look at me, then yawned and nuzzled against my leg once more. I figured what I had done was alright, but I got the feeling I shouldn't press my luck. Then Yoko turned over and exposed all six of her breasts to me. I could hardly keep my eyes off them, but I realized this must have been her way of telling me to continue.
I massaged and kneaded her upper breasts, sometimes flicking her nipples. I was being a bit forward, I know, but Yoko seemed to be enjoying it. I rubbed each row of her breasts and, taking a bold step, leaned down and planted a kiss on her neck. Yoko murred, which I first mistook as a growl, but I soon caught on and continued massaging her and planting kisses on her soft fur.
Then, as soon as it had started, it ended. Yoko turned again and hopped off the couch. She padded over to the kitchen area and lapped up some more water, then headed off to my bedroom as I just sat there confused. When I got up to check, she had curled up on my bed, making herself quite at home.
"Am I supposed to sleep on the couch?" I asked her. "I'd like to rest a bit before I head in to work. " Yoko rolled over, giving me a bit more room on the bed. I sat down next to her and gave her a pat on the head, then lay down. I decided I might as well ask.
"So, um, should I stop now?"
Yoko looked at me, then turned her head and nodded. Maybe she was embarrassed, or more than likely, she had never been that close to a human before. Of course, I had never been that close to any Pokemon before. I closed my eyes and tried to relax.
"I think maybe you should come into work with me. No offense, but I'm kind of afraid that you'll burn down my apartment."
Yoko blew a small string of flame into the air, as if in jest.
.
"Yeah, none of that. I might have to put you in a Poke ball, though/"
Her ears perked up. She didn't look happy at all, showing more emotion on her small face than I knew was possible. She whined very quietly, just for a moment.
"Hey, it won't be all that bad," I said, stroking her fur again. It seemed to relax her, and it even relaxed me a bit. "Besides... I can make it up to you?"
It came out as a question, and as I said it, I stroked under her tummy, very close to her genitals. I withdrew very quickly, mistaking her low murr for a growl. But she turned and licked my hand. She seemed pleased for the moment.
"Okay then. I'll only put you in the ball when absolutely necessary. Might as well get the day started. I can find some place that sells coffee early. And maybe some place where I can get that Poke ball. Ready to wake up for real?"
After some prodding, Yoko got up off my bed and headed for the door. I put on a fresh shirt and donned my jacket. My limbs were sore. Maybe some coffee could help me get through this day. I didn't have work the next day; if only I could survive an exhausting day at work. Probably a boring one, too. Then I realized I wouldn't just have to get through the day, but I would have to get Yoko through it as well.
Flames streamed out of Yoko's mouth. I took it as a sign for me to stop my daydreaming and get going. In a few minutes we were off.
I was chowing down on some Chinese food out of the carton in the office of Lieutenant Burke, my immediate boss, who was nice enough to let me grab lunch while briefing him on the situation. Yoko was at my side, once in a while nudging me for a mouthful of noodles, which she ate with passion. Her appetite had seemed to come back with a vengeance after last night's excitement. I had purchased a Pokeball that morning and so far had to put her in it once when someone across the hall had a near emergency. I let her out after about two minutes, and she was a bit put out but it was nothing some Chinese food couldn't fix.
"Tell me what you know, Conen," said the man sitting across from me. This would be Lieutenant Burke, who was basically in charge of looking pretty and trying to keep a million thoughts in his head at once. I didn't envy his job, to be honest. It would give me a headache, and I'm anything but pretty.
"Well, let's look at it backwards," I started. "I rescue Yoko here from a collapsing portion of the Silph building. Yoko is trapped because she and the other Pokemon were being held in cages. We know this because of the physical evidence. My assumption is that these Pokemon were being tested on, and we both know the law states clearly that no living Pokemon can be part of harmful medical studies, with or without an owner's permission. We've done some calling around, and no other parts of the Silph company know about any tests on live Pokemon in that building."
"What do you mean, other parts?" Burke asked.
"There's a big point of interest. This building was part of the Silph Neo project, which is a subsidiary company under Silph. Silph Neo is all about medicines and pharmaceuticals for both humans and Pokemon. We have almost irrefutable evidence that they were caging Pokemon against their will, unless of course you signed up for that treatment, Yoko."
The regal Ninetales bared her teeth and flames started to trickle out of her mouth.
"I didn't think so."
"The next step backward would be the obvious one, the explosion at the lab," Burke continued.
"That's right," I agreed. "I've talked to three different Pokemon biologists today, two of them experts in Electric Pokemon. All agree that while an Electrode can be dangerous and maybe, maybe fatal to someone when it uses Explosion, the Electrode cannot kill itself in an explosion unless there are outside factors."
"And yet this Electrode-" (tests had proved an Electrode had caused the explosion) "-took out an entire building. Something doesn't add up."
"Not at all, sir. There is the chance that some manner of high explosives were being held at the building, but I personally think that some sort of test... altered that Electrode. Maybe it was a final act of rebellion, or maybe it didn't even have control over itself. What we do know is that the explosion was about 420% more powerful than what the average Electrode can do. So let's take another step backward."
"Go on."
"Maybe a sort of steroid was developed. Maybe Silph Neo scientists are doing what is strictly against the law to create a product that is then used on Pokemon, which of course is yet another violation on the law, because they had no consent. Maybe the entire branch of the company here in town is breaking the law. Who knows, maybe the whole company is a front for illegal research."
"That's a pretty big step from what we've got right now, Conen," Lieutenant Burke said. "But there's defiantly something here we're not seeing. What's fortunate is that we have a witness."
"I must just coming to that."
There was silence for a moment, then Yoko noticed we were both staring at her. She looked very confused for a moment.
"Yoko, you were on the inside of this laboratory. Eventually, we're going to need to have a talk about what happened," I told her, trying to keep my voice as comforting as possible.
"And I think that time is going to have to be sooner rather than later, I'm afraid." Burke said, addressing Yoko now, then he turned to me. "Conen, you can take off in about half an hour. Use the rest of the afternoon to have a, uh, conversation. Your friend might want a more comfortable setting."
"I'll do that, sir."
"You don't always have to call me sir, Williams."
"Yes sir."
About forty minutes later I was in the drive-thru of a fast food restaurant, Yoko sticking her head out the shotgun window. It hadn't been a very eventful day, but I certainly knew a lot more than this morning. It was amazing what some poking around could do. A lot of information was just a phone call or an email away, and lots of people were willing to pitch in to help a police effort, especially one that targeted those abusing Pokemon. I screamed my order through the muddled speaker and pulled my wallet from under Yoko's rear. She growled, thinking I was making a move, and waved her head as if to say, Not now, you're in public, idiot!
I paid for the meal and scarfed it down while driving haphazardly home. When I was full I gave the remainder of the burger to Yoko, who ate greedily. Before long we pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex. We both clambered up the stairs (goddamn elevator was still broken) and collapsed on the couch upon entering. I grabbed the TV remote with my right hand and my left snaked around Yoko, seemingly of its own accord. Settling on some silly soap opera, I began Yoko's "interrogation."
"If it's alright with you, Yoko, I'd like to ask some questions about the Silph lab. I'd appreciate any help you can give me."
Yoko's eyes moved slowly across the television screen and she nodded.
"Okay. I know it might be hard, and honestly I don't want to exploit you, but I need to do my job. Besides, if we can get some more evidence on those bastards, we might be able to lock them away for good."
Yoko looked right at me this time before nodding.
"How long were you in that place?"
Yoko thought and her paw reached out. She tapped me three times.
"Three weeks?"
She nodded.
"Okay. How many Pokemon were there? About twenty?"
Yoko shook her head and blew a small flame,
"Thirty? Maybe forty?"
The beautiful Ninetales stooped and licked me on the cheek. I laughed a bit.
"Did they give you anything? Any pills or shots?"
She shook her head adamantly.
"Maybe it was in the food they gave you."
Yoko froze and looked ill.
"No, I mean, I'm sure you're fine. You were in the control group or something. If you want, I can take you to the Pokecenter for some tests?"
Yoko considered this and then nodded slowly and pushed her head into my chest.
"Okay, okay, that's what we'll do. We can do that tonight. So. About forty Pokemon, in cages. They had been kept at least three weeks, sometimes longer? Okay. That there is abuse, well maybe, but there's more to the story. Some Pokemon were given shots, right?"
Yoko took her time in nodding.
"Pills?"
She nodded.
"Did they run tests on the Pokemon?"
Yoko started having trouble breathing but she kept nodding.
"Before the explosion last night, were any Pokemon killed?"
Nodded.
"Did you see it, Yoko?"
Nodded.
"Yoko, with this alone we can destroy Silph Neo. If this goes public then the whole company is basically fucked. The Pokemon Rights groups will go crazy over this. No way will Silph Neo get away with this. Now. Do you remember anyone's name? A worker there?"
Slowly, to my amazement, she nodded.
"Was it a scientist? Or maybe a guy in a suit?" I was getting ahead of myself.
Yoko jumped off the couch and walked into the kitchen. Nosing open the pantry door, she fiddled around until a broom clattered to the floor.
"A...broom. Oh, a janitor!"
Yoko breathed a great plume of fire, nearly lighting the furniture.
"What was his name?!"
Then Yoko scowled at me. She raised a front paw and barked.
"Oh," I managed, embarrassed. "Can't talk. Can't write. Umm... shit..."
Not all was lost, however. I went into my bedroom and returned with my laptop. Flipping it on, I searched on the web for Most Common Names.
"Male, right?"
Yoko hopped into my lap and licked my cheek, Yes.
"Okay... then wait just a... there!"
I pulled up a list and clicked the Voice feature. The computer started reading out the names in a dull monotone.
"Alright, tell me if you hear it."
I started petting behind Yoko's ears and she relaxed in my lap. My left hand found its way to my stomach and started petting there. She started nosing around my thigh and my hand moved lower on her soft fur. I was about half an inch away when suddenly the goddamn air was on fire!
"HOLY SHIT YOKO I'M SORRY!" I wildly started swatting my hair, which was instantly singed. Thank God the laptop survived, but I had to throw a magazine on the floor and start stomping. When I looked over, Yoko was looking terribly embarrassed and pointing at the screen with one paw.
"Oh... The name? Is that what got you so excited?"
Yoko looked away and nodded fervently. No way in hell that was the whole truth.
"Which name?"
She pointed.
"Richard?"
She nodded.
"Alright! Okay. Yes. Damn. That's a big start, babe! I guess asking a last name would be too much? Hey come on it was a joke."
I shut the computer and started stroking Yoko's regal fur. This time I skipped the foreplay and headed straight for... Yeah. That.
Yoko looked up in alarm. I stroked her to reassure you.
"Hey, I told you this morning I'd make it up to you. By my watch, you spent about four minutes in that Pokeball. Sounds like four minutes for me to pay you back. Interested?"
Yoko stared right at me, until I started licking my left index finger, at which point she started nodding wildly.
"Good girl."
With my right hand I began massaging her breasts, and with my left I began tracing my finger along her vagina. Yoko took a deep breath in and right then I thought I felt her getting wetter. I reached down and kissed her nose and she licked mine. My right hand moved across her breasts and I gently pinched her nipple. As she arched her back I slipped a single finger inside of her. Yoko started panting, encouraging me to slide my finger in and out of her. A low growl started in the back of her throat and I quickened the pace and kissed her cheek. She was really getting into it now, grinding against me as best she could despite the awkward position. I pressed a second finger against her entrance and she started yelping for more. Then I stopped.
Yoko swallowed the flame emanating from her mouth, but her eyes were burning at me. I held my hands in front of me.
"You know, Yoko, I'm pretty tired. It's been a long day, why don't I just go to bed and tomorrow we can-"
Yoko leapt and slammed against my face, knocking me off the couch. I hit the floor and started laughing despite the slight pain. Yoko was growling at me, desperate to get off.
"Alright, alright, lay down."
She complied and I placed my hands on her breasts once more. I then sank my head down beneath her hind legs and took a long, slow lick.
Now, I know this isn't exactly normal, or natural, or whatever. I'm sure it says no good things about my character. But goddamn, it was really something seeing Yoko react to me going down on her. Fire gushed out of her mouth and she squirmed desperately as I licked her moist vagina. I was almost afraid she would have some sort of fit, but then again, I was fairly concentrated on my work. I lapped up the liquids that seeped from her entrance and put my tongue in and out. My fingers pinched her nipples and my tongue assaulted her vagina and she cried out and breathed fire and spiraled into an orgasm and the absurdity of the situation hit me, but decided not to stop for a while.Chapter End Notes:i kept giggling while i was writing the sex scene... i really don't know if that's my forte... anyways hope you liked it