Will groaned as he hiked his way home. For some reason, he still had alcohol on the mind.

Should have found another bar, there are like fifty in the club.

But deep down, he knew Cheri was right. He needed rest, not alcohol. That didn't make the idea any less enticing. Anything to take his mind off of Grovyle and sex. They had been all he could think about, and he was becoming desperate for something to calm his nerves, or at least distract him for awhile. 

Now that I think about it, I need a hobby...that's not sex.

There wasn't much time to mull over his choices as Will was faced with an all-too-common dilemma these days: To enter his house, or spend a night in the club. The latter seeming more risky, Will shook his head as he reached for his doorknob. He growled as he found himself hesitating. 

I'm NOT going through this again.

Grabbing hold of the doorknob, he flung the door open. It felt surprisingly satisfying, but his moment of triumph was short-lived as he noticed Grovyle was nowhere to be found. At the very least, it meant he didn't have to deal with her, tonight.

Sighing, he shut the door and absentmindedly kicked his shoes to the side. The depressed way he slid down the hallway reminded him of a simpler time over three months ago. It may have been boring and mundane, it may have even been depressing, but at least it wasn't stressful. Cruising through life without worries was such an easy way to live. Will smiled in hopes that after this whole 'club' portion of his life was over, he could go back to that simple life.

"Here's hoping." Will mumbled to himself as he slid into his room. Not even bothering to close the door, Will plopped down on his bed in hopes of a decent dream for once.

His eyes shot open as he heard the door slam. He sat up, only to see a vague form in the darkness. 

"G-grovyle...?" It could have only been Grovyle, at least Will hoped.

The shadow stood in perfect stillness. Unable to see its face in the darkness, Will couldn't tell whether it was angry or not. But the way it stared at him made him want to hide under a blanket like a scared child. If only he had a blanket.

Will shielded his eyes as the the creature flipped the light switch. When the room came into focus, a wave of relief washed over him as he found it was only Grovyle.

"Wow." He sighed. "You scared the crap out of me. What are you doing in here? You know my room's off limits."

"That's never stopped me before." Grovyle's voice was cold, emotionless.

"Son of a- get out, I'm trying to sleep."

"You can sleep if you want. We'll discuss this in the morning then. I can wait." Folding her arms, Grovyle sat cross-legged in front of the door.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"It's looks like you're pissing me off, get out of here!"

"I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you until I get some answers."

"So you're holding me hostage? That's a good one."

"If you think you can get past me, you're more than welcome to try. But don't think I won't hurt you, Will."

The cold look in her eyes and the deathly serious tone in her voice said she wasn't lying. It was bad news for Will.

Scoffing, he tried his best to maintain an apathetic attitude, but deep down, he was shaking. Grovyle had finally pinned him down. He wasn't leaving the room without revealing something.

In the vain hope he could outlast her, Will draped his legs over the bed as he began a staring contest that he hoped wouldn't last for long. Grovyle stared back, looking directly into Will's eyes as she waited for him to crack. An hour or a week, she was prepared to sit for as long as necessary.

A half an hour passed with little movement between them. Will's head rested on his hand, and Grovyle hadn't moved an inch. 

Why does time have to go so slow when you don't want it to.

In all the tension, Will felt as if he had been there for hours. But frequent peeks at his computer's clock showed that wasn't the case.

An hour passed, and the pressure was building. He had to try something, anything. "Shouldn't you be asleep right now, Grovyle?"

"I've been asleep all day. You, on the other hand, are looking kind of drowsy. When was the last time you had a nap?"

Looking back on his day, Will found it had been well over twelve hours since he had last slept. He couldn't let Grovyle know. "I'm fine...I had a nap on the train."

"Horrible liar as always."

Will growled as he looked away.

Two hours passed in the battle of wills, and Will was losing. He had become fidgety and restless. Sitting still for so long was something he hated doing. He had to move.

Momentarily, Grovyle tensed as he stood up. Ready for anything, she continued to stare, looking as serious as ever. Soon after, she relaxed as Will took to pacing back and forth across the room. Regardless, she kept her eyes on him the entire time. "Try anything funny and I swear-"

"I know, I know."

Another hour passed and Will hadn't stopped pacing. But even the pacing wasn't enough to ease his restlessness. Continuing to walk back and forth, he bounced a tennis ball off the wall at every pass. He had found a lot of interesting things in his drawer, but nothing particularly useful, except the ball.

Not once had he considered telling Grovyle the truth.

Another hour passed and Will could no longer stand. His stomach growled audibly as he lay flat on the floor. 

"Hungry, Will?"

"Fuck off."

Grovyle chuckled. "You can eat, I'll even make it for you, if you just tell me what I want to know."

"You can't keep me here forever."

"I wont. Only as long as I have to."

Will had lost track of how many hours had gone by. His stomach empty, and his mind half asleep, he struggled to even focus. He couldn't win, but in his lethargic state of mind, he didn't care. Stuck in between awake and asleep, his thoughts began to wander as his mind tried to dream. He always thought such strange things before bed. None of them made sense, but in his dreams, nothing did.

Who knew Grovyle looked so hot in a tutu.

Grovyle couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Will's sudden smile. She felt completely and utterly confused as he suddenly starting to laugh. It was a chuckle at first, but soon he was laughing as if he had heard the best joke in the world. Grovyle shook her head as she guessed Will's lack of sleep was catching up to him.

After a whole minute of laughter, Will was almost out of breath. He had fallen backwards onto the bed as he gripped his gut in pain. Before long, a few tears fell from his eyes as well. He hadn't laughed so hard in ages, and Grovyle couldn't help but wonder what was so funny.

"What are you laughing at?"

As Will's laughter died down, he panted as he attempted to regain his breath. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he sat up and stared at Grovyle with a wide smile on his face. "Do you remember the time when I was in the school play? I played a really minor character, so I only had like one scene and a few lines. But towards the end of my scene, my pants fell down and I ad-libbed a line and marched off stage with my pants around my ankles." Will broke into laughter once again towards the end of his sentence. "For like a week afterwords, you wouldn't stop pulling down my pants and laughing at me."

While admittedly a fond memory - and a hilarious one - Grovyle kept her composure.

"Remember the time I tried to go out for basketball? And on my first real game, the first time on the floor, I hit my coach in the face with the ball?"

Try as she might, Grovyle couldn't help but crack a small smile as she recalled the incident.

"Remember, the week before my prom night, I was nervous because I couldn't dance, so you watched a bunch of movies and TV shows to learn so you could teach me? And when you did I wasn't paying attention and fell out the window into a bush?"

This time, Grovyle showed the beginnings of a laugh, but she quickly covered her face before it could get out.

"Do you remember...do you remember the day I met you?" Grovyle's smile disappeared, but Will's remained. "In a box, abandoned on the side of the road? You were still a treecko back then. I took you home and my parents let me nurse you back to health. But after you were better, they said I had to get rid of you because we already had too many pokemon in the house. So I barricaded myself in the closet until they said 'yes.' And you volunteered to stay with me. We were in the closet for like half a day before my dad got tired of us and said I could keep you, but I was fully responsible for taking care of you."

Grovyle closed her eyes as she reminisced about her fondest and most vivid memory ever: her and Will, alone in the closet for hours. The only thing visible in the dark were Will's shining, silver eyes. She had stared at them the whole time. Even without food, water, or sunshine, she would have stayed in the closet for days, so long as Will was there with her.

"All those times, you've been there for me, even when you didn't have to be. Why? We were close, but we were never best buds or anything."

Still smiling, Grovyle shook her head. "You haven't changed at all. Even now you're still as oblivious as you used to be."

"Oblivious? I always thought I was kinda smart."

"Come on, Will. Everything you just told me, everything that's happened, does none of it mean anything to you? Can you really not see what's right in front of you?"

"Well, I have my suspicions, but...I don't like risks. This...implication isn't just something I can assume, you know?"

"You don't have to assume anything. You should have more than enough information to figure it out."

"But...I-"

"Are you serious!?" The sudden outburst caught Will off guard, making him jump a foot into the air. "For someone so 'smart' you sure act dumb sometimes. With everything that's happened, everything we've been through, you still have doubts?! What are you waiting for, me to say it?! You're too much of a coward to ask yourself?! I swear you're so...frustrating!" Completely flustered, Grovyle stood and flung the door open.


"Grovyle, wait! I'm just-" The door slammed before he could finish. "Scared..."

Will hopped to his feet as he heard a second door slam. "Oh dammit, not the bathroom again." Sure enough, as he exited his room, he found the bathroom door was closed. "Come on, Grovyle. I'm sorry, please don't do this again."

"Go away."

"Please, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to...I didn't think-"

"I don't care, Will. I really don't. I don't care about your job. I don't care about your girlfriend. I just don't care anymore."

"But-"

"I don't care! Just leave..."

Will's heart ached as he heard Grovyle's voice begin to break and trail off. He couldn't bear to hear her cry. Defeated, Will said nothing more and stepped away from the door. His fatigue finally catching up with him, Will trudged back to his room. As he plopped down on his bed, he held his face in his hands, desperate to stop himself from crying.



It was two in the afternoon when Will finally woke up. Still feeling as tired as before, he contemplated going back to sleep, and never waking up. He sighed as he chose not to.

Maybe today will be better...

Somewhat lazily, he rose to his feet and exited his room. As he expected, the bathroom door was still closed. He contemplated knocking on the door, but quickly decided against it.

I don't feel like being depressed right now.

Trying his best to forget about the night before, he dragged his body down the hall, past the kitchen, and into his living room. He needed something, anything to take his mind off of what had just happened. 

"TV..."

Will let out a quiet 'oomph' as he fell backwards onto his couch. With a click of the remote, the TV turned on. The news channel as usual.

"Has been found," Was the first thing Will heard from the news anchor he knew all too well. "The missing child had been hiding in the abandoned Ericson Strip Mall just outside of town. Gerald Foster has since been returned to his parents, but the family's pet pokemon has yet to be found. The mightyena, who goes by the name of Jax, followed young Gerald to the strip mall, but has yet to be found. More to come after the break."

"Boring." Paying little attention to the news, Will flipped to the next channel, only to find an inane cartoon. 

"Crap." He flipped to the next channel, only hear the word 'antipokephiliac.' He changed the channel before the program could continue.

Sighing, he began surfing through channels at high speed. Nothing seemed interesting, but then again, he heard only a word from each channel. Boring advertisements, pathetic soap operas, and lame reality shows, none of them had any appeal anyway. 

After a few short minutes of channel surfing, Will gave up and threw the remote to the side. He had resigned to his fate of watching an infomercial about knives when he heard a knock at the door.

No one ever comes to visit me, who the hell could this be?

Sighing, Will lifted himself from the couch to answer the door. Much to his surprise, it was his next door neighbor, looking as cheerful as ever.

"Hi again, neighbor. Just dropping by to say thanks for the sugar, and to return this of course." In his hand, Nathan held Will's small blue, cup. Having so many, Will had forgotten about it.

"Oh, thanks..."

"Are you feeling okay? You're not looking too well."

"Oh just a little, um...drowsy. Just woke up."

"At this time of day? What kind of job allows you to sleep in so late?"

"I...work a lot of night shifts."

"Ah, no wonder I never see you. Does this mean you'll be free for most of the day?"

"Well-"

"Because I'd love to have you over. You seem like a pretty interesting person."

"I do? But-"

"What do you say? Few hours and a cup of tea over a few stories?"

He just wouldn't stop. Will couldn't get a word in. The only - non-rude - way he saw to get rid of Nathan, in the long run, was to give in.

"Fine." He sighed.

"Great! Let's mosey." 




Words couldn't describe how uncomfortable Will felt inside of Nathan's house.

He's so friggin weird. Nice place though.

Nathan's house was pristine, and on the lower end of ritzy. Much like Will's, Nathan's floor was a polished, hardwood. His walls and furniture were a dark, cherry red. Two armchairs and a couch formed something of a half circle, facing a TV not much larger than Will's. The walls were adorned with various paintings of landscapes and people who were probably famous as far as Will knew. 
Opposite the TV sat a fireplace, unlit, but recently used. Above it, hanging on the wall, something interesting caught Will's eye.

A degree in...philosophy?...Poor guy. Wonder what kind job he got with a philosophy degree. Teacher? Only thing I can think of.

Will continued to eye the many statues and trophies residing on Nathan's shelves. A few sports awards, and glass plaques, the occasional figurine or ship in a bottle, all of them fairly interesting, but not enough to hold Will's attention for long.

As he began to fidget from boredom, Nathan appeared, holding a white, ceramic tray in his hands. His smile as wide as ever, he sat the tray on the table, and himself in a chair, directly across from Will. Atop the tray was a fairly expensive looking tea set. The pot was a bright white, painted with blue and pink swirls and various floral patterns. The cups were similar, though each one was slightly different to Will's eyes. A sign they were hand painted, and probably even more expensive than Will thought. 

"Helen won't be joining us, I'm afraid. She's in the back, meditating."

"Does she do that often or do I just have really bad timing?"

"Three times a day, says it keeps her mind sharp. You were just unlucky I guess. You said you had a pokemon too, am I right? I should have asked you to bring him. Or was it her? Doesn't matter. I would have loved to meet your pokemon."

"Yeah..."

Nathan's smile disappeared as he noticed the somewhat dejected look on Will's face.

"Oh...I'm sorry. Did something happen? Ah, well, I better not press the subject."

"Thanks."

Nathan sighed. "I know how you feel though. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to Helen."

"I can tell you care for her. I've never seen a human and pokemon so close."

On the surface, anyway.

Chuckling to himself, Nathan poured tea into two of the four tea cups"We have a...closer relationship than most."

"Are you sure you should be telling me this?"

"I know what you're thinking. It's nothing illegal, I assure you. Maybe a bit unusual, but I think someone like you might understand." Setting the pot down, Nathan grabbed his own cup and sipped a small portion of tea.

"Understand?"

"Understand the position I'm in." Nathan's eyes narrowed to non-threatening slits. "And from what I can tell, the position you're in as well."

Putting on his best poker face, Will played along. "Let's say for argument's sake, I don't know what position you're talking about. Care to elaborate?"

"Certainly. It's no secret that people nowadays are afraid to be intimate with their pokemon on any level. Fear of consequences and all that. The problem is, this prevents a lot of bonds from forming as people are just too scared to get close. But from I've seen, and what Helen has told me, you're not one of these people. I can already tell you care greatly for your pokemon and wish to grow closer. That's such a rarity in this day and age."

"I can tell you're pretty close to your pokemon too...but I have a question. How close are you willing to get?"

"No closer than I am now."

"Why? Do you think it's morally wrong to be any closer? Or are laws the only thing keeping you apart?"

Nathan paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing even further as he thought his answer through. "Both."

Cheeky bastard. Alright, I'll bite. I love hearing these.

"Both, huh? So you say it's wrong on a moral level. While I'd like to stand behind that statement-"

Ha.

"No one's really given me a reason to." Will continued. "It's a hard argument to make. Why exactly is it so morally wrong to be that close to a pokemon?"

"Well, in general, pokemon are less intelligent, and wouldn't exactly comprehend the choice they made building a relationship with a human. It would be like...convincing a small child to marry you."

"'In general,' pokemon are raised in the wild. Of course they wouldn't know any better, they're not taught like every human is supposed to be. Regardless, tame, trained pokemon have been proven to be as smart, and sometimes smarter than humans. They're more than capable of comprehension and understanding."

"Maybe, but wouldn't you say it's still wrong to force a human concept onto a different species and expect them play along?"

"Human concept? You mean love?"

Nathan nodded. "Yes. Love is a human concept, made by human, for humans. As you continue to grow closer and closer to your pokemon, this would inevitably come up for most couples."

"Who says love is a strictly human concept. Time and time again, pokemon have exhibited the concept of love. Some species of pokemon mate and stay together for life, hugging, nuzzling, and in rare cases kissing just like a human couple would. You wouldn't call that love?"

"Who's to say a pokemon's love is the same as a human's? Who's to say they're the same concept? While love for humans may be a lifetime bond based on mutual affection and understanding, a pokemon's may be...different. There's no way they make their choices like ours. It could be based on something primitive like, who appears the strongest or who has the fluffiest coat of fur. They could mate and stay together based on instinct or a need to protect their young. No one knows for sure, but what are the odds of their concept of 'love' being exactly the same as human's? The odds are slim, don't you think?"

"So you're saying pokemon are just instinct driven animals? Even if that was entirely true, surely it's possible for the smarter pokemon to grasp our concept of love. It's not 'forcing it on them' if they understand and agree to it. If what you said is true, it's morally wrong most of the time, but that doesn't mean close relationships aren't possible between humans and pokemon."

"Don't you think that 'most' warrants illegality? Sure, it's possible, but how many close human-pokemon bonds do you think are formed out of mutual understanding instead of instinct and lust?"

"You're right, it does. Just the thought of pokemon being taken advantage of makes me sick, but answer me this: How many human 'bonds' are formed the exact same way, based on lust and instinct? Whoever looks the most attractive, whoever has the most money, people get married for more idiotic reasons than these. Mutual understanding? True love? How can anyone rightfully enforce these concepts among human and pokemon couples when we don't even try to enforce it in the human race? Regardless of species, it's all the same."

Nathan and Will stared each other down, neither of them giving up their apathetic facades. Only after a minute of silence, did a wide smile creep across Nathan's face. Will was confused as the smile grew wider and wider until Nathan couldn't control it anymore. He began to laugh uncontrollably, slapping his knee in joy as he struggled to hold back his tears.

Strange as the situation was, Will almost found Nathan's laugh infectious. Covering his mouth, he tried his best not to smile as waited for Nathan to finish.

"I knew you were different." Nathan finally managed to say as his laughter died down. "I have to admit, you had me scared for a minute there. At first I thought you were an antipokephiliac, then you had me thinking the exact opposite. Arguing with you is like a roller coaster ride, I've never had so much fun."

Will couldn't help but chuckle. "You're pretty weird, you know that?"

"That's what everyone tells me." It was a fact he was happy to admit. "I love being weird though. Being normal is no fun."

"Can't argue with that."

Both Will and Nathan shared a long laugh before the phone suddenly rang.

"Oops, give me a moment." As casual as always, Nathan walked over to answer his phone. "Hello?...Of course it's me...at home...oh...that was today? Wow that's a little silly of me. Sorry about that, must have gotten a little sidetracked. I'll be right there."

Nathan sighed as he hung up his phone. "I'm sorry. I'm needed elsewhere so we'll have to continue this later. It was fun chatting with you. We'll definitely have to do it again sometime."

"Kind of looking forward to it. Until then, I'll just let myself out."

You damn weirdo.

Strange as Nathan was, it was still somewhat enjoyable chatting with him. 

I bet him and Salem would get along pretty well. I'd invite him to the club, but inviting anyone without Salem or Byron's consent is a big no-no. Security reasons and all that jazz.

As Will sat on his front steps, Nathan's argument played through his mind. 

In a sense, he's right. A lot of the pokephilia, on the surface anyway, is probably wrong. And I GUESS the law's the law, and people should be arrested for breaking it. But when the people feel a law is unjust, we have a right to change it. At least, that's how I was taught. Thanks, mom. I wonder where I'd be now without you. Probably just another antipokephiliac. But look at me now. I'm regular old freedom fighter. Well, I will be, once I sort out some problems at home...

For the longest time, Will sat in place, fantasizing about himself not being a coward. He would run up to bathroom door, proclaim his love for Grovyle, and she would fly into his arms wherein they would subsequently kiss and have sex right there on the floor.

Um, scratch that last part.

The scene played over and over again in Will's mind. Each time his desire to make it reality grew, but his willingness to go through with it lessened. 

Maybe I should just get wasted and come back. I bet I'd tell her then.

Wanting not to have to say the line, 'It seemed like a good idea at the time,' Will left for club, the only place he could think to go. Maybe he could find something in Eminence to take his mind off of his ordeal.



Absentmindedly, Will stepped off the train and stumbled his way up the stairs leading to the club. Suddenly, he felt very stupid as he walked through the double doors leading to the never-ending orgy of humans and pokemon. He berated himself as many familiar eyes turned to him.

This seemed like a good idea at the time. Maybe I should've just gotten wasted...

Will was suddenly reminded of his first day at the Club. He felt almost helpless as he drew the eye of half the pokemon in the room. Deciding to try a safer approach, Will took a step backwards, only to hit a large, furry obstruction.

"Long time no see, Will."

At first, he couldn't place the voice, but as the unknown pokemon draped a cream-colored arm over his shoulder, memories of his first ever pokemon partner returned. 

"M-Maria." Salem's shiny typhlosion, and one of Will's favorite pokemon.

"You still remember me. I'm touched. How long's it been, three months now? Sounds about right. Three months and you don't even come looking for me. Now that I'm hurt about. I sure hope you have plans to make it up to me."

Will gulped at Maria's provocative tone of voice. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't help but fantasize about the possibilities as his imagination habitually ran wild.

It didn't take long for Maria to notice the change in his loins. "So what do you say we find a cozy little room together? I'd hate to do this in public after all."

Will refused to make eye contact as he tried his very hardest to say 'no.' But with an uncomfortably hard erection continuing to grow, he found it close to impossible to control himself. Sensing Will's reluctance, Maria decided to give him a subtle push over the edge.

Will barely had the strength to control himself, let alone stop the horny typhlosion's advances. As one of her arms tightened around his neck, she brushed the other across his chest. Her movements were slow and tantalizing, as usual. With expert grace, she teased Will with a constant onslaught of sensual touches. Her hands moved lower and lower, quickly brushing past Will's stomach toward Maria's real goal. Seconds before she reached it, Will's broke free of her grip as his conscience screamed for him to run.

"Nice seeing you again, Maria, but I gotta go." He said in a rush. Without even looking back, Will began speed-walking toward the door to Eminence. He tried to look as inconspicuous as possible, but a raging erection in a room full of horny pokemon was anything but inconspicuous.

Halfway toward his goal, Will was nearly clotheslined by an aggron. A close friend on a normal day, but a nightmare in Will's situation.

"Will, just the man I was looking for." Will refused to look her in the eye. Just by the sound of her voice, he could tell she was smiling, mischievously. He loved that look, but not on this day. "I was thinking of getting a few of the girls together and maybe we could all-"

"Busy, later." Ducking under the aggron's arm, Will continued to speed-walk toward the door. He had only taken steps when an ampharos grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug. 

"Will, it's so good to see you! You're free, right? I found this great place where you and I can-"

"Cant!" Ripping himself from the ampharos' arms, he ran forward in a blind panic. He ducked and dodged his way through every pokemon he could, all of them reaching for him and calling his name. He tripped over tails and stumbled over furniture, not even knowing which way he was going. But there was door in sight, and a door meant salvation. He was almost there, he began to smile at the thought of safety. But a foot before the door, he was grabbed and slammed into a nearby wall.

The adrenaline still pumping, Will's eyes darted in every direction, unable to focus on his assailant. But a sudden calm washed over him as a pair lips overtook his own. Suddenly thinking clear again, Will recognized the attacker. As she pulled her lips from his, her name rang fresh in his mind.

"June."

"Miss me?"

More than you can ever imagine.

She was one of Will's closest friends, and most frequent partners. A lusty nidoqueen, with a sex drive that beat a lopunny's by a mile.

"Playing hard to get today I see. I love it when it you do that." She whispered amorously into Will's ear. She wasn't even trying to be subtle anymore. Her arms pinning Will to the wall, she ground her entire body into his. "I'm know this game, though. Whoever turns you on the most gets to have you for the night. Well I'm an expert at this game." Her hands ran up and down Will's bottom, her faced nuzzling his. She chuckled as she planted kisses all over his cheeks and neck, making him throb at her touch. 

Will squirmed in a vain effort to escape, but as his body reveled in the feeling of June's teases, his mind followed suit. The squirming quickly stopped, and Will soon found himself kissing the lusty nidoqueen back. He tried so very hard to control his hands, but they were so strong. They easily overpowered him and they made their way to June's hind end, squeezing it with no remorse.

It won't hurt. Maybe one time...just this once...

Without warning, Will spun June around, pinning her to the wall as his tongue explored the inside of her mouth. Any notion of stopping was gone. Will's mind was so clouded he couldn't think straight. His body couldn't help push his raging erection between June's legs. Will's pants did little to stop it. Moments before Will completely gave in to the lust, June pulled their lips apart and said something that stopped him in his tracks.

"You're so cute when you're horny."

All movement stopped as Will stared into space. 

Where have I heard...what am I doing?!

Suddenly aware of his situation, Will released June and backed away.

"Will, what's wrong?"

"Not supposed to...can't..."

"Will?" Will recoiled as June reached out to touch him. A fearful look on his face, he looked for the nearest way out. Without thinking he bolted for the door, leaving June completely confused, but aroused beyond belief.

"Wait! You can't just-" Will had burst through the double doors before she could finish. "No fair..."







The club's back hallways were as empty as ever. Rarely did Will ever find people there, and when he did, they were usually with a partner. It was safe, for the most part.

Somewhat regretting his decision to run out on June, Will trekked through the white, empty halls. Over the months, he had become very good at navigating them. It would take some time, but he could reach Eminence safely.

Go down, go down, go down.

Will was still as horny as ever. He couldn't help but let his mind wander, thinking about all the girls he passed in great detail.

Maria sounded like a great choice. Just imagining burying his face in her soft fur made Will smile. And the aggron, whose name Will couldn't remember.

Courtney? Or was it Bertha...

Her name aside, she would have made for a night of thrills and rough sex. Larger pokemon were usually the roughest. A bit of size play with a hint of domination and submission, some of Will's favorite activities.

The ampharos Will passed, Jennifer was her name. She always brought a different sort of kink to bed. Careful use of her electricity made for a strange, yet pleasing affair.

And June, Will almost drooled at the thought of all the things he could do to her. 

Oh if she would have bent over, I would have lost it again. Such a firm and round...I've gotta stop thinking about this.

Try as he might, he couldn't stop his mind from trailing off into erotic fantasies. He remained fully erect, but with strategic shifting of his pants and underwear, he managed to hide it well. It was all he could do until it inevitably went down on its own.

Shifting somewhat uncomfortably down the hall, Will questioned his own mental map of the club as he soon wondered if he was lost. None of the hallways looked familiar anymore. The farther he walked, the less he remembered.

Sighing, he continued to trek forward, confident he would find his way out eventually.

Hungry, thirsty, horny, bored, lost ,what else can go wro-

"Excuse me. Sir." Will froze at the sound of the gentle voice behind him. "You wouldn't happen to know which way leads out would you?"

Just don't look, I can resist if can't see her.

"I'm a little lost myself actually." Will said nervously. 

"Oh, are you new you here too?"

"Well no, but you never really get used to this maze. If this is your first time, what are you doing back here?"

The voice stalled for a moment as it finally noticed Will hadn't turned around. "...I don't know, a few pokemon led me back here and disappeared. That was almost an hour ago."

"Oh that's just what they do to new people, lead them back here and make them find their way out as some kind of initiation into the club. You'll find your way eventually, it's impossible to be trapped here forever."

"Well do you mind if I follow you then? You're going out aren't you?"

"Y-yeah...I guess so. Come on, we've still got a bit of a walk ahead."

"'Kay."

Whoever this pokemon was, she made Will nervous. He could almost feel her eyes on him as he walked. She had grown suspicious, and rightfully so. They had walked in silence for five minutes before the pokemon decided to break the tension.

"So, what's your name?"

She's new here, she couldn't possibly know about me. I guess it's okay then.

"Will."

"Will, huh." Noting Will's attire, the pokemon wracked her brain as she tried to figure out where she had heard the name.

"What about you?"

"Oh, Peach."

"Peach?" Will quickly caught himself as he tried to turn around.

"Mhmm, my owner was twelve when she came up with the name. It's not too bad is it?"

"No, no, of course not..."

Another five minutes of silence past before Peach spoke again.

"Your last name wouldn't happen to be 'Serif' would it?"

"...Yeah?"

"Then you're the Will those girls who lead me here were talking about! They said I would run into you."

"N-no I'm the...other Will Serif."

"They said you were a bad liar, but I didn't think you were that bad. Relax, I'm not trying to get into your pants or anything." Will sighed in relief. That was one worry gone. "But if you don't mind...would you show me your eyes?" And another worry soon took its place. "The girls just wouldn't stop talking about them, and I kind of want to see them for myself. You know, so I can see what all the hype's about?"

"Uh...well-" Before Will could finish, the pokemon ran around his front. As quickly as he could, he turned to the other side, just barely managing to catch the color of the pokemon: a vibrant green.

"Come on, please? Just a peek?"

Why did I have get the nosiest pokemon in existence?

Persistently, the pokemon tried to peek around Will front. She ran from side to side, shifting back and forth in an attempt to get even a small glimpse of his eyes. But Will managed to keep her at his back, for a while at least.

Finally fed up with the chase, the pokemon tackled him to the ground. Will landed on his face loud thud, and the pokemon landed on his back. Will was thankful she wasn't very heavy.

"Oh my- I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me." Her words seemed legitimate enough, but Will had trouble processing them through the sudden headache he had gained. 

"Are you okay...Will?"

Cursing her own curiosity, the pokemon hopped off of Will's back and checked to see if he was okay. With Will lying flat, she couldn't see his face. Carefully, she lifted his head as he opened his opened for the first time since his fall. Upon finally seeing the pokemon, Will's jaw dropped

This can't be happening.

Will almost couldn't believe what he was seeing. A grovyle, identical to his in almost every way. Shorter maybe, but the slight difference went unnoticed to Will. 

No, run. Don't look into my eyes. Quick, before I-

Before he could finish, everything went black. 

What just happened? W-where did I go? 

He couldn't hear. He couldn't see. There was nothing but an empty back void. The only thing he could register was the faint taste of diluted mint in his mouth. What it meant, he wasn't sure, but as the seconds passed, more and more of his senses returned. 

First was his sense of smell, more mint as he expected. Next was his hearing. Little by little, the muffled sound of someone's voice began to fill his ears. Not words, but moans. It didn't take long for them to become distinct. Along with them was another loud sound. To Will's ears, it sounded like licking, but after listening closer, it became more of a slurping. The connotations scared Will. Suddenly, he didn't want his sight back. He was content living blissful ignorance. But inevitably, the world came in to view.

Blurry at first, the only things he could see were blotches of green and red. 

Please no, please no.

As with everything, the colors soon turned into distinct shapes. To Will's horror, he found his face buried in between Peach's legs. Out the corner of his eyes, he spotted his hands digging into her legs' flesh as he held them steady. 

His tongue flailed to and fro across Peach's thin lips in a wild and uncontrolled manner. Harder and harder he pressed into her, his tongue digging deep into her moist depths. Peach's juices tasted of watery, diluted mint as it splashed onto his tongue. Any other day, it would have been nothing special, but for reasons unknown, it was the greatest thing Will had ever tasted.

Greedily he lapped up every drop of watery mint and showed no signs of slowing down. Peach writhed in his hands, her body jerking and twisting as Will pleasured her like nothing she had ever felt before. Her moans were constant and unending. Her juices seemed to gush from her hole with every burst of pleasure. The feeling was unreal, and she could barely process a thought through the ecstasy. 

She had never found someone so adept with their tongue as Will was. As if he was a long time partner, he knew just how to please her the most. He pressed against her most sensitive areas, rubbed her favorite spots, and touched her in ways she couldn't imagine. 

He would gently massage her lips as his tongue dug deep into her depths. He would take her clit into his mouth and suckle it, causing her to howl and arch her back pleasure. He was intentionally loud and sloppy, his every suckle and slurp audible across the room. And the worst part, Will was in full control of himself.

But why can't I stop?

His every move, his every decision was intentional, and yet stopping was the last thing on his mind. He felt almost sickened at what he was doing, sickened at how good it felt. With every passing moment, he grew more and more aroused. And with his erection already straining against his underwear, he knew it was only a matter of time before he lost control. Now aware of his situation, he finally got a look at his surroundings. As he expected, it was one of the club's many rooms, hidden in the back hallways. Will himself was almost naked, save for his underwear.

Seeing as it took no time at all to find a room, he couldn't have been out for long. Considering he was only on foreplay now, it must have been only a minute, maybe less. With Will's arousal on the forefront of his mind, he didn't have time to dwell on the situation. His erection was so hard it was almost painful. He needed release, and so did his partner. 

He continued to lick, redoubling his efforts to force Peach to orgasm. Already he could feel its approach. Peach's legs began to quiver. Her body tensed. The muscles in her hole twitched and contracted. Will was too good, she couldn't fight it anymore. 

She arched her back as she reached her climax. She moaned louder than ever before, her cunt clamping down on Will's tongue as it continued to flail about. Will struggled to hold her legs steady as she writhed and squirmed beneath him. But with an unusual amount of determination, he managed to pin her down, his mouth still covering her hole. He guzzled her juices as they shot forth, sucking at her in a desperate attempt to get more. Will hoped and prayed the flow would never end, but inevitably, after a short minute, it had to.

Peach lowered her back to the bed. As she finally came down from orgasm, she lay still, panting as she tried to recover. Hands down, she had never felt better. So far, everything the girls had said about Will was true. And with him so horny, she wouldn't have much longer to confirm the rest of the rumors.

She had only a minute to recover before Will was upon her again. He crawled his way up her panting form and soon lined his face with hers. She was flushed. Will found it cute, and arousing at the same time. Before she had a chance to say anything, Will sealed their lips in a soft, sensual kiss. Peach shuddered at the gentle sensation of his lips pressing against hers. Soon after, Will brought his weight down upon her as he prepared to give her the best sex of her life. 

"Moving a little fast, aren't you Will?" Peach said with an exasperated sigh.

"No such thing."

The words had come out of his mouth, but Will wasn't sure who said them. Too aroused to care, he reached down and removed his underwear. As his erection flew free he erased all notions of stopping from his mind. It was far too late to go back.

Peach's common sense told her to slow down, but Will's eyes told her the opposite. As much as she wanted to tell him to stop, she couldn't bring herself to. Almost as aroused as Will himself, she wrapped her arms around his neck as sign she ready and willing.

Will wasted no more time. Slowly he pushed his hips forward, sinking the tip of his member into Peach's inviting orifice. She managed to hold back a moan but only for a moment. As Will continued to sink himself inside of her, she quickly began to lose herself. Her eyes clenched shut as she reveled in the feeling of Will's warm girth. It filled every inch of her. It rubbed so tenderly against her sensitive walls. She couldn't help but gasp as it pressed against her cervix. Looking down, she could see Will wasn't all the way inside. Never had she had sex with someone so big. She could only hope he wouldn't get too excited during their romp.

Will sighed, a little disappointed at not being able to hilt Peach. But even so, nothing would stop him completely, not when he had come so far.

Will himself let out a sigh as he pulled backwards. He could feel Peach contract around him as he did. Her hole was so small compared to what Will was used to, and that made it all the more pleasurable. Planting his hands on either side of Peach's head, he thrust forward as slowly as he could. His rock-hard member grinding against her walls, Peach let out a quiet moan. 

Wanting to give Will easier access, she lifted her legs and let them hang in the air as Will thrust into her. She bit her lip as leaned into each one of Will's individual thrusts. And soon she found herself bouncing back and forth as she followed his rhythm. With the pleasure so potent, Peach had to fight to stifle her cries, but in the end it proved fruitless.

As she looked up into Will's eyes, her blush intensified. His silver irises sparked something inside of her, but she couldn't tell what. She couldn't look away, they were just so mesmerizing. Looking into them was like additional pleasure. It was almost too much to bear. The longer she stared, the more aroused she became. Soon a wide blissful smile stretched across her face, and she pulled Will into another kiss, only this one was far less gentle than the last.

Peach's tongue quickly invaded Will's mouth, the slimy appendage lapping up his saliva like water. Will didn't even think of fighting it. Instead he kissed back, doing his best to wrap his tongue around Peach's and match her enthusiasm. The now lustful look on her face is what drove him forward. He thrust even harder than before, unable to stop himself no matter what happened. 

Peach's legs wrapped tight around his waist. She thrust herself against Will harder and harder with every passing moment. Why she suddenly felt so horny was irrelevant. She could think of nothing but the pleasure she received and the need for more. To her excitement, Will had picked up on her many hints and decided to speed the process along. 

Little by little he increased his speed, forcing himself deep into Peach's depths with every thrust. Still mindful of her limit, he did his best not to force himself too deep at risk of causing too much pain. 

Will had to force himself not to roughhouse as he stared down at the horny pokemon's face. Her lustful look suggested she would take anything and thoroughly enjoy it. The sensual way she licked her lips made Will's stomach turn with excitement. Just imagining all the kinky, perverted things he could do to her, aroused him to the point of pain. Just thinking of all the things he could do to Grovyle...Now was his chance. There she was, below him, practically begging for it.

Her carnal cries had Will moaning. "Grovyle!"

Too aroused to care anymore, Will pounded Peach with all the speed he could muster. He tried his hardest to be careful, but as he became less aware of his surroundings, he grew more and more rough. The tip of his member hammered against Peach's sensitive cervix. But in a crazed, lust-induced state, she couldn't care less about the small amount of pain it brought. Her mind relatively empty, Peach could only moan and urge Will forward as he sated her need for release. 

Peach's blissful smile grew wider and wider with every passing moment. Her peak was approaching and she could feel it. Her muscles began to tense. Her eyes clenched shut. She could feel Will's every throb. They were both close. "More, harder!"

It was the first time a woman had ever said a word while under the influence of Will's eyes. It would have shocked him had he actually thought about it. Instead, he gave his partner what she wanted and continued to pound her. 

Feeling himself close, Will's final thrusts were the longest and most powerful. With one last grunt, he finally came, loosing a hefty amount of seed into his partner's waiting orifice. His body shook as he fired spurt after spurt into Peach. His arms wrapped around her body, and his entire weight on top of her, Will continued to push himself forward in the heat of passion. The feeling of Peach's body so close, the strength of her grip as she pulled him in, it was all so amazing. Will wished the moment would never end. He loved the sound of his partner gasping and moaning beneath him, her body shaking and her walls quivering around him. She was enjoying herself as much as he was, perhaps more. The very thought put a smile on Will's face as he collapsed on top of Peach, his head resting on her shoulder.




She had fallen asleep, as the pokemon usually did. And after the fact, Will couldn't look at her anymore. He felt ashamed. He had broken his vow in no longer than a day, and with a pokemon he had only just met. Not that it hadn't happened before, but now it felt so much worse. Coupled with the fact that Grovyle would find out his secret within the next two days, he felt horrible. 

He sat in one of the club's many parks. They were the most tranquil places he could think of. Hidden among the bushes, resting against a tall oak, Will rubbed his temples to relieve his stress-induced headache.

Maybe I should just crawl under a rock. That'd be better then going on like I am now. What am I gonna say to her? What am I gonna do? Why does my head hurt so much?

"Because you have a tsunami of thoughts running through your mind."

Wait, I recognize that voice.

"Get out of those bushes. It's disgraceful."

"Byron?" Will's suspicions were confirmed as he poked his head out of the bush. "What are you doing here?"

Byron chuckled. "I should ask you the same question."

"Oh...right. Hold on." Will shook free a few vines that had caught around his foot as he exited the bushes. "I was just...you know."

"Literally hiding from your problems? I know."

"So you heard that then..."

"Come with me."

Within a minute's walk, the two of them found a cozy bench in the middle of the park. For a time, they sat in silence as they watched the many people and pokemon go by. Byron had a smile on his face the whole time.

"Isn't it so peaceful?" Byron broke the silence to say. "This is my favorite spot in the whole city, maybe even the whole world. Unlike the surface, everyone's thoughts are so peaceful and serene."

"Is this what you do all day when you aren't working?" 

"Yes. It's so relaxing, you should try it sometime. It's like meditation, keeps your head clear, and your thoughts balanced."

"No amount of meditation is going to clear my head. I don't ever think I'll be right again..."

"It's just a turbulent time in your life. We've all had them, and some have more than others. It will blow over, they always do."

"Do you even know-"

"I'm well aware of what you're going through. And you're making it harder than it needs to be."

"Like I need you of all people telling me that. I've heard it a hundred time before. I don't need to hear it again."

"Apparently you do, otherwise the problem would have been solved by now. So what do you plan to do, go through with your plan to hide under a rock?" Byron scoffed. "Or will you wait until Salem solves your problem for you? Both are the coward's way out. Do you think yourself a coward? From what I can see, you are. You're the biggest coward I've ever met. And that's quite an accomplishment."

Already Will was sick of the conversation. The way Byron spoke, his 'innocent' smile, and the fact that he didn't even look at Will as he talked. It was infuriating."Who are you calling a fucking coward, old man!?" In a fit of rage, Will hopped off the bench and pointed a finger at Byron. "I don't see you out there busting your ass like I do! You sit here in the club all day passing out orders from the safety of a desk and you call me a coward?! Fuck you!"

"I don't have to prove anything to a man who can't ask the woman he loves a simple question."

"So now you think you're better than me because of that? Fine, I'll show you. I'll ask her tonight."

"And how can I be sure you will? How can I be sure you won't run off just like you always do?"

"You have my word, as a better man than you."

"So it's a promise then?"

"You bet your ass it is!"

Byron laughed himself into a coughing fit at Will's words. "I'll hold you to it then. Save the anger for the antipokephiliacs though. No need to get angry at me, I'm just trying ruffle your feathers."Again he laughed to himself. Will didn't find it funny. "By the way, did Salem tell you the news yet?"

"What news?"

"The new entrance is complete."

"What?!"

"Yep, finished sometime this morning. You can see the tracks from the north side of the city." 

"Wait, really!?"

Byron chuckled. "I thought that might excite you a bit. It outta help when you bring your girl down here tonight. I'm still holding you to that promise, by the way." Dusting himself off, Byron headed off down the park's path. "Best of luck to you." 

"Y-yeah, thanks." 

Despite his earlier worry, Will couldn't help but let a smile creep across his face. Suddenly the circumstance had changed. All the different possibilities flew through his mind as he took the train home. 

Maybe if I take her straight to Eminence, show her around, show her a good time, it'll lessen the blow a bit when I finally have to tell her. Maybe I'll take her to the amusement park. I haven't been there since I first met Missy. Ooh, or maybe I can put Grovyle under Salem's protection for a while. He could find her a secluded house in a less populated part of the city and keep her in the dark a for a while. Better yet, I get Salem to give me the week off and we spend the time together, away from all the pokemon who know me. Maybe in those parts of the city I don't ever visit. That could work. Oh man, she's gonna freak when she sees Eminence. That alone might shock her into forgetting. Oh this is gonna be so sweet.

Will had cover his mouth to prevent himself from laughing out loud. Regardless, his smiled stayed strong all the way home. For the first time in a month, he didn't hesitate to open his door. In fact, he felt excited. 

"Grooooovyle." She was nowhere to be found.

Probably still in the bathroom.

Will chuckled as he made his way down the hallway. So concerned with telling Grovyle the news, he didn't look twice at his open bedroom door. There was nothing inside anyway but broken glass and a battered sceptile on the floor, nothing Will cared about. He needed to find Grovyle. 

Only when he stopped at the open bathroom door did he really stop to think.

...broken glass...sceptile....broke- sceptile!

Sprinting back to his room, Will soon realized why Grovyle was nowhere to be found. She was right in front of him, and no longer a Grovyle. 

"G-Grovyle!" He rushed to her side faster than he thought possible. Ignoring the broken glass digging into his knees, he held her head in his arms. "Grovyle, are you okay!? Say something!" Will quickly began to panic as he heard no response from her. Putting an ear to her chest, he could still feel a heartbeat, and to his slight relief, she barely opened her eyes.

"You're alive! What happened?"

"M-mightyena." She said weakly. Unable to speak anymore, she quickly began to lose consciousness again. Will's screams sounded muffled to her ears. His face became blurry. But Grovyle's sense of smell was still strong. The one and only thing she could think about was the potent scent on Will's breath. The smell of another female pokemon was unmistakable.