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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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Chapter Two: A Test
I had forgotten about the Poképorn thing until Jack picked me up in the morning. We always walked to school together. Waving goodbye to mom, I walked out the front door with a slab of toast in my mouth. It was cold so I was bundled up in an ugly sweater mom had knitted for me herself. The first thing Jack said was "Dude I've been getting off to that Poképorn shit all night."
I wasn't surprised. I sighed and glanced at him. As usual, Jack was dressed like a rich douchebag. He wore an expensive looking turtleneck that fit snugly, a fur jacket, and too tight jeans. Being poor, I would probably always resent the materialistic side of Jack. I did not understand spending so much money on clothes instead of on food or real necessities. Why one turtleneck instead of ten t-shirts? It made no sense to me. Even when Jack was spending his heaps of money on me, something he loved to do (and that made me feel oddly self-conscious) I hated the fact that so much money was wasted on someone so idiotic when it came to spending. I always felt like an eyesore standing near him in my worn t-shirts and jeans.
My mild resentment didn't change the fact that he was my best friend. I guess I just don't understand why someone like him was friends with someone like me. I sighed. "I despise you, you weird little ginger freak. Also, that haircut is horrible." Jack smirked.
"Don't like the undercut?" He ran his hand across one of his shaved sides. Compared to my untamed, shoulder-length hair his looked amazing. Not that I'd ever compliment him to his face.
"No, you look like every other asshole in Hearthome city." Jack shrugged, but the corner of his lips twitched like he was trying to hold back a smile. I was always rude to him, but he never really minded. It's how we were. Me, the asshole and him, the pervy douche. It just worked, and acting differently would just be strange. "Anyways Jackoff, why is that the first thing you say to me?"
He laughed. "Is that an honest question? What the hell else would I talk about? I know you were looking at it cause you didn't message me back as usual. So I want to hear your thoughts."
I blushed and averted my eyes. Damn you for knowing me so well.
"I mean...I watched a little." I was suddenly very conscious of the fact that we a. Needed to head to school and B. Were standing in front of my apartment. I started walking, and Jack followed beside me.
"Hot. Right?"
My mind was immediately filled with the image of the Zoroark sucking on her trainer's cock. My breath caught a little, but I shook away the image. "Maybe a little but its illegal… and it's wrong dude. That's just a fact."
Jack frowned. "Not really."
"Shouldn't you be more focused on class anyways? Our test is today." I expected him to shrug it off like usual, instead, he beamed and nodded.
"Hell yea! I'm going to pass it this time, bro." I was shocked by his excitement and strange determination. His mom made him go so Jack never really gave a shit about school despite being really smart. I approved of his enthusiasm.
"What's got you so pumped?"
Jack grinned and gave me two thumbs up. "Gonna fuck her!"
"What?" I deadpanned. If he said what I thought he was going to…
Jack frowned. "What don't you get, man? My Pokémon. I'm going to fuck her." Had Jack lost his mind? He was an idiot and a pervert but even he had to know how dumb this sounded. Surely he had also seen the news reports of people getting years in prison for this type of thing.
I didn't even know what to say. "Uh...well...what if she is a he?"
Jack's expression became disgusted. "Screw off with that gay shit. Anyways, my mom made a hefty donation to the school, I already know exactly what Pokémon I'm going to get. You're gonna be shook, man."
I rolled my eyes. Lucky bastard…We poor folk are going to get stuck with Bidoofs but he's getting some rare Pokémon of his choosing despite failing so many times? Bullshit…
I didn't say anything though. I was still shocked by the "I plan to fuck my Pokémon" thing. Was he serious? His expression of excitement made it seem like he was. This was probably a prank…
I imagined myself fucking a Pokémon. Instantly I had the mental image of me anal fucking a male Bidoof, and I was filled with disgust. Its infamous dopey expression staring up at me as I pounded away... Hell no!
Jack gave me a knowing smile and a thumbs up. "I got you fam." I was afraid of what that meant, yet was oddly comforted by it. No doubt he'd pulled strings for me as well...It's moments like these I wondered why he didn't have a girlfriend yet. Jack is the ideal type of guy for any girl. He's rich, smart, has a great sense of humor, and is good-looking too...but I guess one huge negative feature overshadows the positive. He was a lecherous pervert and every girl at school knew it.
The Hearthome trainer school is a new school. The Hearthome city school is ideal for trainers who want to become Contest Coordinators. After all, it was the city where the contest hall was in Sinnoh. We also had our own celebrity, Fantina, who even I was proud of sharing a home city with. She was an amazing trainer and had a visibly strong bond with her Pokémon.
Jack comes from a family of coordinators. His three sisters, who are triplets, are known across Sinnoh. Each had an Eeveelution, namely Umbreon Espeon, and Sylveon. They were also pretty good at battling. Compared to them Jack was...well...Jack.
Currently, the idiot was trying to impress "the hottest babe in class" Juliet. She's underage, idiot… Jack tried to balance a book on the tip of his nose and raised foot. He was living up to his title of class clown. I was just glad Ms. Marcel was not here to see this…
"You ready for the test, Avery?" A soft voice asked.
My only other friend in this place, Mabel, smiled politely at me from behind a book. Our desks had been next to each other all year. Truth be told if she wasn't underage I would have asked her out already. Not only was she cute as hell with curly brown locks and big green eyes, but she was also nice and gentle. Like today, she usually wore long skirts that reached her ankles and tank tops.
We talked all the time about our mutual dislike of professional Pokémon battling. Her freckled, adorable face was a welcome sight compared to Jack's bumfuckery.
"Hey Mabel," I greeted back with a smile, "Yeah, I think I'm ready. What about you?"
Mabel pushed her glasses up her nose, blushing intensely. "Oh, me? Yeah. At least … I hope so."
I smiled. "You're the smartest girl here so I have no doubts."
Mabel let out the oddest mousey sounding squeal and buried her face in her book, exiting the conversation just like that. I sighed and turned my attention back to Jack.
Juliet was just as rich as Jack. Decked head to foot in designer clothing, including her signature red scarf and fuck-me red lipstick. She had a big sister who was quite a famous model. Juliet was the biggest bitch I'd ever met, and she enjoyed making a fool out of Jack...who in turn loved playing the fool. My mind wandered as I gazed at said ginger idiot.
He was seriously going to screw his Pokémon... Would I ever be able to see Pokémon in a normal light again? I glanced over at Mabel, wondering what her thoughts on the topic were. She seemed like the type who would be totally against this kind of thing I hesitantly scooted my desk closer. For a moment I was distracted by how cute she was. Her chestnut hair was falling softly across her cheeks, while her gaze was fixated on her textbook. Then she noticed my stare and smiled at me, closing her book.
"You look like you have something on your mind. What's up, Avery?"
"Hey...Mabel...I saw something on the news earlier today. A man was caught "you knowing" his Pokémon. That's crazy, right?"
Mabel's face drew up in disgust and horror. "Gosh, every time I hear about Poképhilia I'm just horrified!" That was about the response I expected. A day ago I'd have probably reacted the same way if someone brought the topic up, so why did I feel a little disappointed? I did my best to disguise the emotion.
"Right? Poképhilia is disgusting!" I laughed and scooted my desk back away. The feet screeched loudly on the floor. I ignored the weird look Mabel gave me. I must have been louder than I thought I was because multiple students were now staring, including Juliet. She had a strange expression on her attractive face as she glared at me.
I was saved from the awkward situation by Ms. Marcel, who walked in, loudly complaining about her apparently misfunctioning alarm clock. was an old woman who liked to bitch about anything and everything. She was a good teacher though, and she didn't take Jack's shit either so…that was another plus. She had also just saved me from an extremely awkward social situation...yet another plus. The old woman shuffled to her desk and we all watched as she tugged a big brown folder full of papers from her bag.
The tests! A hush fell over the entire room - including Jack, who was still loitering near Juliet's desk.
"Back to your seat, mister Wainwright," Ms. Marcel ordered, gazing at Jack with her beady eyes.
"Yeah yeah." For once, Jack obeyed and slinked back to his seat by the window. He smiled at me when he caught my gaze. He was serious about this, wasn't he? 'He's going to pass. So he can…'
"Mister Biggs," That was me. "Why don't you pass around the papers?"
As usual. I smiled, "Sure." I went desk to desk passing out the finals. It was quick and painless until I reached Juliet. Her narrow eyes were locked on me the entire time I walked around, which was uncomfortable. When I stumbled and nearly fell on my ass I knew she was the reason immediately. Juliet had tried to trip me...What was her problem?
"Oops," Juliet giggled, "Sorry, Avery." Her tone was acidic and I steadied myself on the edge of the desk I'd managed to catch myself on. There were some hushed murmurs and more than a few muffled giggles. I decided to ignore Juliet and carry on passing out the tests. My face was burning with embarrassment. What had I done to deserve that? I couldn't come up with a reason. Jack was usually the target of her cruel bullying since he bothered her all the time with his perversions, but I don't think I've ever even had a real conversation with her.
My peers and I didn't socialize much. Despite being younger my fellow students had no respect for me. Probably because I was the oldest...and also the poorest one here. I did my best to not let the situation bother me. This was probably the last day I'd see a majority of them and there was no point getting angry at a bunch of rude brats. I was reaching the end of the stack now.
Jack gave me a wink when I handed him his test. He was the last one. I returned to my desk, gazing at the rather intimidating packet that lay before me. This test was the one thing standing between me and a better life. All I had to do was pass it and I'd have my Trainer ID/license. Then, after all the paperwork was processed and stuff, I'd get it...my very first Pokémon.
My Pokétch vibrated on my wrist. I glanced at it nonchalantly. It was a message. I checked to make sure wasn't looking, tapped the screen until I reached the messenger app, and...I nearly yelled out loud. The message had an image of Poképhilia..! JACK!
Logically, I should have closed it immediately and focused on my test but instead, I stiffened and stared in shock at the image. It was Fantina...and she was fucking a damn Drifblim! The giant air balloon Pokémon had the gym leader suspended in air as it's strange, engorged purple cock pushed into her pussy. Her lips were curled into in a huge smile and tears dripped down her cheeks. She was clearly on cloud nine. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Fantina, seriously!? This couldn't be real. It just couldn't… where did Jack even find this!?
I gazed at Jack, who gave me a thumbs up and a shit-eating grin. I hastily shut off my Pokétch. Test. Focus on the test...My disobedient brain kept wandering back to the pic of Fantina... I would beat Jack's ass if his stupid porn stopped me from passing my test!
Once the test started, my distraction faded. It was surprisingly easy, which made sense considering how much I studied. I passed in my test and met Jack outside. Once everyone was finished, Ms. Marcel would grade the papers and mail us the results within a few days.
Jack had one hand in his pocket and was gazing at his Pokétch outside. Probably looking at more porn, the bastard...Jack beamed when he noticed me walk out. "Whassup, man? How'd ya do?"
Was he seriously not going to talk about it? "I definitely passed," I responded, "despite your...distraction."
"Were you surprised to find out that someone you admire is a Pokéfucker," Jack laughed at my disgusted expression, crossing his arms. He shook his head, "Avery my man... It's more common than uncommon. In fact, I ordered some DVDs. You should come over some time and watch em with me."
I looked around, making sure no one was listening. "Pokémon...videos? As in...?" Jack winked.
My response was obviously going to be a no. Did Jack seriously expect me to say anything else? I looked away, clearing my throat. "Nah, dude. Sorry, not into it…"
He gave me a doubtful look. "Well, it wouldn't be for a few days... so at least think on it." He leaned back on the bench, crossing one leg over his knee. I shrugged.
"Maybe. By the way, did Juliet mention anything about me? She's been glaring at me for a while...and she tried to make me eat shit in class." Jack glanced in Juliet's direction, waving happily with a huge smile. Juliet just scowled and turned away, but a few moments later I could feel her heated gaze on me again.
"What's her problem?" I muttered. It was seriously starting to piss me off.
"Well you did say all Poképhiles are disgusting in class, that's probably it," Jack said with a smile, confusing the heck out of me. Was he saying that Juliet..? I opened my mouth, and Jack shook his head. "No...I'm obviously not saying she's a Pokéfucker. "
I scratched the back of my head. "I'm confused…"
Jack sighed heavily. He looked at me like I was a lost cause or a disappointment. "Dude, watch some television some time...like, I don't know, the news? You are way too out of the times. Juliet's sister got caught…You knowing...that's where I heard about it first."
My eyes widened. Juliet's sister was a...I gulped. It really was more common than not, huh? I glanced at Juliet and met her fiery gaze. I owed her an apology. I had only said those words to Mabel so she wouldn't think differently of me or be suspicious. Poképhilia was disgusting to me obviously but I had angered her and probably hurt her feelings and that wasn't acceptable. I owed her an apology.
She looked so angry though, I wouldn't bother trying today. Maybe the day we got our starters...or maybe I'd let it be because after we got them I'd never see her again.
Jack put an arm around my shoulders, shaking me.
"Don't worry about it, man! I'm sure Juliet is used to the weird looks and trash talk, she definitely doesn't give a shit about your dumb opinion." Jack gave me a thumbs up, and his trademark, winning smile.
"Ugh," I sighed, "I hate you sometimes...anyways I should probably head home soon. My mother is probably losing her mind wondering how it went."
Jack nodded. "Same. My sisters are gonna come for me if I don't come to them, you know how they are." I did. Jack's older sisters were fiercely protective of him. "See ya dude!" He clapped me on the shoulder and started walking away, before pausing and looking back. "And thanks Avery, for not really judging me for this stuff even though you're supposedly not into it." He grinned at me one more time and walked away.
I was checking my bag to make sure I hadn't left anything behind when a hand touched my arm. I spun, terrified, and met the wide green eyes of Mabel. She bowed her head.
"Sorry for scaring you! Just wanted to know if you'd want to walk home with me."
Her blush made her even cuter than usual, highlighting her adorable freckles. I nodded, blushing myself. "Sure, why not?" Mabel beamed.
This was not the first time we had walked home together. Her house was very close to the school.
Mabel came from a family of breeders, so her house was filled with Pokémon despite not being that big. Her parents were respectable, well-known people around Hearthome, and many expressed an interest in their most recent idea: A daycare purely for contest Pokémon. Supposedly, Mabel's mom was quite the contest star in the past and knew just how to groom and raise Pokémon for that purpose. It was a good idea, in my opinion.
"I can't believe Juliet did that to you," Mabel scowled.
I glanced at her, adjusting the shoulder strap of my bag. "You mean the tripping thing? Not that big a deal, I was pretty insensitive."
Mabel seemed shocked. "But you're right! Her sister is disgusting for doing something so vile! You're right to say that, Avery." I grew uncomfortable remembering how hard I'd gotten watching Red Ebony with her trainer the previous night. But I wasn't like other people, and desires were natural. Acting on them is what would be the difference between Jack and I, Poképhiles and I.
"I agree but imagine what she's going through Mabs. Imagine finding out one of your siblings is doing something like that. Must be tough."
Mabel pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and sniffed in a condescending manner. "I can't feel sympathy because I have no siblings, I suppose. My thoughts are with those poor Pokémon, the victims…."
Victims? Was Fantina's Drifblim a victim? A giant Pokémon that is known to be dangerous and powerful? What about that Red Ebony from the pornos? Their happiness and pleasure while performing sexual acts said otherwise, but that didn't make it right I guess. But it raised a question I didn't want to ponder. If Pokémon are our equals and enjoy sex with us as much as we enjoy it, as well as meaningful romantic relationships, what was the problem? How was making Pokémon hurt each other while battling any better, even if the Pokémon chooses to battle? I avoided Mabel's gaze. I was uncomfortable with where the conversation had gone, along with my own thoughts.
"So how did you do, Mabel?" I asked, changing the topic.
Mabel brightened visibly. "I did amazing, I think. It was surprisingly easy! I didn't really struggle with any part."
Her enthusiasm warmed me. "That's awesome, I'm positive I passed as well. I've been waiting a long time for this." I had been. Two years too long, nineteen to Mabel's sixteen. While I couldn't start my journey exactly, the freedom would still feel great. I smiled at Mabel. "You'll be the best contest breeder in Sinnoh in no time, I'm sure of it."
Mabel's pale face turned a vivid red. She smiled shyly and played with her bag strap. "Thanks, Avery," She mumbled, "I hope I can meet your expectations." Not for the first time I was taken aback by how adorable she was. Sadly, our walk would be over soon. Her house was coming up. Her house didn't look like a house. It looked more like a store. It kind of was. It was a daycare of sorts, albeit a small one. People came and dropped off their Pokémon all the time. There was a second floor and that was where Mabel, her family, and all their Pokémon lived. I'd only been in there once.
"Your stop," I announced as we approached it.
"My mom's going to be so happy when she hears about how well the test went," she giggled, practically bouncing up and down. Her enthusiasm was contagious. I grinned.
"Mine too. She'll probably cry, though." Mabel giggled, nodding excitedly. Practically everyone in Hearthome knows how emotional my mom gets. She's known for her frequent emotional breakdowns. Not many were mean about it, though. Everyone seemed to take extra special care of her. "Thanks for walking me home Avery."
"Yeah no problem, see you." I turned to walk away but before I could Mabel grabbed my arm.
"W-wait!" Frowning, I turned to look at her and my heart nearly stopped. Her pretty face was flushed, cheeks dyed a lovely pink. Her eyes glittered up at me, and looking away from them seemed like an impossibility... Mabel wasn't just pretty. She was beautiful.
"What's up?" I asked, and cringed at the way my voice broke. I couldn't believe how nervous I was...
"I'll miss seeing you every day," Mabel sighed softly and leaned close to me. I was more than shocked when her arms wrapped around me in a warm, soft hug. It was the first time she'd ever done something like this with me, and I returned the hug despite my surprise. She was so small and slender in my arms, her soft breasts pressing against my front. The smell of her perfume filled my nose...Again, thoughts of her being underage roamed into my head and I was disturbed to find that a huge part of me didn't care. It took every ounce of self-control I had to resist kissing her then and there. I wanted to keep holding her, but if I didn't stop this I was going to do something I'd regret. I carefully extracted myself from Mabel's arms, coughing uncomfortably.
"I'll uh, miss you too," I choked out. Mabel waited like she expected me to say something else. I didn't miss her disappointed expression when I kept my mouth firmly shut, adjusting my bag and standing there awkwardly.
She backed away. "Have a good night, Avery, see you." She brushed her chocolate colored ringlets behind one ear, smiled shyly, and walked away. My heart was pounding and I swallowed hard as a strange sense of regret coursed through me. The farther away she walked, the more intense the feeling became...and I realized I didn't want to her to go. I stood there for a long moment, watching her disappear into her house...then sighed.
"Avery Higgs, you're a horny idiot." I forced Mabel's soft body and adorable face from my mind, tucked my hands into my pockets, and began the long trek back home.
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