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Gotta Kiss Em All	By : Killer-K9 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 10496 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, Nintendo does. I make no money or profit from this story.

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The email was titled "Hot as fuck...". The sender was Jack Wainwright, aka my best friend of more than ten years. When I first opened the email, I was not surprised to discover the link inside led to some pornographic website. I was surprised, however, that it linked to just the website and not a specific video.
Jack had sent me porn before. Living up to his name, all that boy did was masturbate. Usually, it was to bizarre stuff that he insisted on sending me. I always opened it too because, to be honest... I almost liked the incredibly creepy shit he sent me. Despite being nasty the weirdness of it all usually made me laugh. Normally, Jack sent me stuff like hardcore bukkakes or really strange insertion point is that the stuff he sent me was rarely pleasant, and this time it was no exception… Except it kind of was. Usually, I opened the link, laughed/died inside at the sight of the weirdness I found within, and then I carried on with my life. Yet here I was, clicking on the link in Jack's email for the third time tonight.
Damn you for sending me this deep web shit Jack, this is so creepy..!
So why was I getting turned on by it? It was a question I didn't want to think about the answer to. There was just something about...whatever the hell people called this garbage, that ensnared me. Swallowing, I gazed at the header of the website, apparently titled ThePoképornLeague. It was strange. Usually, porn websites were badly formatted and sketchy looking, but thePoképornleague had an almost professional look to it. The header of the site, written in a large and strangely elegant font, read: A home for all Pokélovers.
Pokélover. I'd heard of this type of thing before, of course. Occasionally men and women were arrested after being caught having sex with their Pokémon. I rarely watched television, but my mother enjoyed bringing my attention to crimes that bothered her or news she thought was relevant to me. Poképhile was the actual term for these criminals not...Pokélovers.
There is no love in fucking your Pokémon. No matter how you spin it, it's just plain wrong. It's also illegal…so I should definitely not be on this website! The Jennies were probably tracking my IP already…
'Click off', I commanded my brain, even as my eyes roamed the web page. I swallowed heavily as I watched a few seconds of a random video. Holy shit is that a Vaporeon getting fucked from both sides?
'Close the damn tab!' I commanded my brain again.
'It is. And she's loving it.' Look at the way she's panting and spreading her legs apart. The shyness in her expression...cute...would I do that to her if I was one of those trainers? What does it feel like? Is she more wet than usual because she is a water Pokémon? How tight is she…?
Betraying the rational part of my brain, I repeatedly clicked the random video button on the sidebar. So many different types of videos popped up. Doggystyle, threesomes, oral sex. Categories I was familiar with already...the same as regular porn except with Pokémon...and they seemed to genuinely enjoy it. Most of the videos starred Pokémon like Gardevoir, and truth be told after a while of seeing the same few female Pokémon it started getting boring. I was about to close the tab when a certain video stole my interest.
The thumbnail was a Zoroark and a human. The Zoroark's clawed fingers were wrapped around the guy's dick, and her tongue was flicking across the thick tip of it. The video was titled "Slutty female Zoroark surprises her trainer, and gets a surprise of her own." It had tons of tags including missionary, huge cock, and blowjob. Zoroark was one of the Pokémon I'd always dreamed of having. It was a rare and powerful Pokémon, and apparently, this particular Zoroark was very popular in porn. Her name was Red Ebony and she had her own tag. A lot of the suggested videos featured her in the thumbnail and title.
She's like a normal pornstar. I hit play.
What is strange is that the video played out like any other porno I'd ever seen, including the good but somehow still awkward camera angle. It started out with a male trainer jerking off in his room. He was an average looking guy with long scraggly black hair and a goatee. In the middle of jerking off, a human girl walks in.
She proceeds to give him a blowjob and as the scene continues to play and she sucks eagerly on his cock it is revealed that his girlfriend is actually his Zoroark in disguise. He is shocked but she refuses to let go of his dick, gently stroking the shaft and massaging his balls. After some initial reluctance, the female Pokémon finally convinces her trainer to put his dick in her. I watched, entranced, as she rode his cock. Red Ebony was unbelievably sexy and... elegant, almost. She easily pushed herself up and down on his shaft, whimpering and hissing as the trainer's dick bottomed out in her everytime she sunk down on the stiff member. Her wetness soaked her furry thighs and his crotch, practically dripping buckets.
Suddenly, the real girlfriend walks in and catches them in the act. Strangely enough, it ruined my focus and interest, especially when she joined in.
I didn't even realize how intensely I had been watching until I moved my hand to close the tab and realized it had been on my crotch. My erection was clearly visible in my sweatpants.
What the fuck? Why did watching that sick Poképhilia porno turn me on so much !? I hurriedly closed the tab and threw my headphones aside. 'What the hell is wrong with you, Avery!? Getting hard from damn Poképorn!?'
I exhaled heavily and forced the image of Red Ebony out of my head. I was disturbed. The trainer's very hot girlfriend had joined in too, and yet it was the Zoroark that lingered in my thoughts. Still hard, I took a cold shower, not really in the mood to finish myself off after that. A little while later, my mom called me down for dinner. Hungry, I jogged downstairs into the dining room. My mom was placing plates covered in heaps of steaming food on the table, while my little sister Zoey played on her brand new Pokétch. Her Shinx, nicknamed Static, rested near the legs of her chair eating Poké food. He seemed as hungry as I was, devouring the kibble quickly.
Static was very cute and friendly. Sadly, Zoey had been paying less and less attention to him lately. She was too distracted by her latest edition Pokétch. I wish I had stopped Jack from buying her one when I had the chance because she was now addicted to the thing! Jack, who was filthy rich, had bought a Pokétch for Zoey after she begged him for one. He probably got it for her because of his huge ego boner...He loved knowing Zoey liked him, and not me, her own brother. He also just liked girls in general and struggled to say no to them.
Anyways, the second she saw me Zoey started acting out. The complete opposite of her Shinx who purred and rubbed himself against my legs. I pat his head fondly. He was loud and played rough, but otherwise was a good boy.
Zoey had already been chewing on a piece of gum when I came down but now she made sure to start chewing like a Miltank, glaring at me all the while. She also rudely propped her feet up on the dining room table. As usual, my mother did nothing about it, bumbling about in the kitchen and bringing over more food. She purposely avoided putting food around Zoey's feet. She was obviously aware of what my sister was doing and chose to ignore it.
'Mom, why do you let her behave like this? This is why Zoey is a brat!' I sighed and pulled out a chair, knocking Zoey's feet off the table with my arm. If looks could kill I'd be dead as hell right now.
"Feet off the table, Zoey. And throw out your gum or I'll make Jack return that damn Pokétch." My little sister scowled but obeyed, practically ripping the slab of gum from her mouth. Sensing the tense mood, Shinx mewled and padded away. I watched him hop up the stairs and then reach the top and disappear. I turned back to Zoey and shook my head in disgust. She had smooshed her gum onto the side of her dinner plate and was sneering at me. I turned my attention away from her.
"Smells great mom," I commented, inhaling the smell of her fresh food. My plate was littered with meats and veggies.
Moms cheeks grew rosy red at my praise. She beamed. "Oh, I am so glad you think so Avery! I worked very hard to make it special for you!"
"It looks good but I bet it tastes terrible," Zoey grumbled, tossing a lock of her dyed blue hair behind her ear. Her hair was naturally dark like my own but she had dyed it to match her Shinx. Many strands of her black hair were bleached and dyed blue.
Why did Zoey have to be so damn annoying? She was a spoiled brat and yet mom did everything she could to please her. Lately, Jack had been buying her tons of things, and that was spoiling her even more. She used to be a good girl. Modest, gentle, and kind. Now she acted like a degenerate and dressed like a whore despite being so young. Mom did nothing about it and every time I commented Zoey told me to shut up and that she didn't wear her clothes for me.
Thankfully she hasn't done anything seriously bad, but I think mom letting her dye her hair in such a unique fashion was the first step downhill for her, because once she did she started getting attention from boys...Her cocky attitude was also a result of her finishing Pokémon school before me. My education had been put on hold because of certain circumstances, but hers had not. I used to be relieved about it, since being behind sucked, but it had obviously changed her a lot.
Then again, moving away to Jubilife on your own for a year and getting a Pokémon before your much older brother is quite a big deal. If I was in her position, maybe I'd be a little snot too.
"Let me get you some potatoes, Avery," Mom declared as she scurried back into the kitchen, completely ignoring my sister's rudeness.
I gave Zoey a nasty look, and she smiled back innocently. I turned to mom who was bouncing around from counter to counter. My plate was covered in a wide assortment of food. I really didn't need any more food. "I'm all set mom, why don't you come sit down and eat?"
My chubby mom spun around and frowned in my direction. "Excuse me, mister! You have to eat as much as you possibly can! You have a big day tomorrow and I want you to go to sleep with as much food as possible in your belly!"
Zoey cackled. "She just wants you to be fat like her, Avery. Better watch out! If you're not careful you'll fail your final tomorrow and then you'll end up fat and alone just like mom." Mom gave her a disapproving look.
"Now now, Zoey, don't talk like that. I raised you to be more respectful."
I glared at Zoey. "You raised Zoey to be a lot of things she isn't." My baby sister glared back at me. "Don't call mom fat, you little brat. And for the record Zo, there is no way I'm going to fail my final. I'm going to get a Pokémon, and hopefully never see you again. I have a journey to go on."
Zoey burst into hysterical laughter and even mom gave me a doubtful look. I frowned. "What's funny?"
Zoey snorted, "You can't even handle watching official League battles on TV without crying about how the Pokémon are 'being treated cruelly.' Trainers will eat you alive outside of town. You're not going to last on a journey. Trust me, I know. I've battled. You couldn't handle it."
To emphasize her words she reached down as if to pat the top of Shinx's head, then reddened in embarrassment when she realized the little Pokémon had wandered away and was no longer in his usual spot. Usually, I would laugh at such a display, but their laughter and doubt were bothering me too much.
While it was true I wasn't particularly fond of the idea of Pokémon battling, Jack and I agreed that it was because neither of us had a Pokémon yet. The concept really was cruel, however, people always talk about how Pokémon love to battle and who was I to deny my Pokémon that supposed joy? Shinx always has a blast when Zoey let him out to battle!
I glanced at mom, hoping she would at least give me some words of encouragement.
She instead smiled awkwardly. "We don't have the money for it either, honey. How will you get Pokéballs and your other supplies? All your money has gone towards classes so it will be a while before you gather the necessities…I suppose in a month or so you could go on a journey if you continue to work full time."
The words hurt but it didn't make them less true.
I wasn't like the other kids who got to go to Trainer school for free. In fact, I'm not a kid. Neither is Jack for that matter. We're both nineteen, long past the age for being in an official training school. Most kids go to training school around five to twelve, but circumstances had made that impossible for me. Back when he was young, Jack failed his way through Trainer school four or five times. Now, like me, he was enrolled in a special schooling program titled "The Hearthome Contest Training School". It was usually for young contest trainers and was funded by the Pokémon Fanclub. However, if you had the money, anyone could go...in theory. It just wasn't free for adults...
When dad left many years back, I had to drop out of school and take care of Zoey since mom was working full time. She's five years younger than I, and mom had needed as much help as she could raising Zoey. I was eleven at the time to my sister's six, and have been working my ass off since. Back then, when I got the news dad left, I had to put an end to my schooling in Jubilife and head home immediately. A few years later I got my first part-time job, and when I reached sixteen, my shifts became full time.
Sometimes, I can't help but resent mom a little. If she hadn't let dad leave, or if she had been a better mom, I wouldn't have had to drop out. I could have completed Trainer school already, started my journey, and moved out...but as I stared at my curly-haired, rosy-cheeked mom who loved me more than anything...I couldn't continue to feel such negativity. It's not her fault my dad is such a piece of shit. It is her fault, however, that our living situation is so expensive. Mom refuses to this day to move to a cheaper place.
She claims that if we leave this place, then Dad won't know where to find us when he returns. It's been eight years, I doubt he's ever coming back.
I don't mind living in Hearthome though, it's a nice enough place. And Jack, who has been my friend since we were both very young is here too. Despite being a nasty perv, he's a good friend. He has never let my family really struggle. When we are close to not making the bills, money "magically" starts appearing around the house in great bundles. When we can't afford to get Zoey something, the desired items wind up delivered to our doorstep.
A while back he offered to pay for my schooling. When I rejected his offer he began to nag me about it, claiming I needed to save up and he could afford to pay for my classes as well as his own. My pride wouldn't let me accept that deal, and he finally shut up about it when I threatened to punch him out. Now, I almost wished I took him up on it. Almost.
"Fair enough. I'd rather continue to help around the house anyways," I smiled. Mom smiled back while Zoey stared at me.
"You'll still be getting your first Pokémon soon, though! And I personally can't wait to have a new family member!" Mom beamed, and even Zoey nodded in agreement. I couldn't wait to get my first Pokémon either. Because they were from a Trainer school of a sort, these "starter Pokémon" tended to be nothing special but… I was still excited.
The day I got my license to own and train Pokémon was on the horizon. Nothing could ruin my good mood about that. All I had to do was pass my test tomorrow! Mom was right! I should eat as much as possible!
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