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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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My mother reacted like I expected her to. She squealed and tugged me into a too-tight hug. Unlike most single parents, she did not claim anything like "your father would be proud". I appreciated that. I always had. I had to force myself from her embrace she was hugging me so tight.
Meanwhile, Zoey just scoffed, rolling her eyes. "So basically, you have no idea if you passed, you're just assuming. I bet you'll fail!" Her scoff transformed into a wicked smirk.
I flicked her in the forehead. "You are such a brat."
Zoey whined, holding her forehead while trying to intimidate me with an angry stare. Obviously, it did not work. I slipped my bag onto the back of my chair. "I'm gonna head upstairs, I've had an exhausting morning. Gonna nap. Wake me up for dinner, ma!"
I headed up the stairs and into my bedroom. Jack and my family had always found it surprising how well organized my room was. Jack claimed I live like an old woman. Everything had its place, and I was bothered when anything got disorganized or lost. Other than that, I think I have an ordinary room. I have a TV I rarely use on a stand where I can watch it from my bed, a laptop set up on my desk and a comfortable chair to go with it. It's mostly shades of maroon and red. I liked it.
Yawning a little I practically threw myself onto my bed. It was deliciously comfortable and soft. The way I was lying, I was face to face with my TV. My thoughts roamed to Juliet's sister. I grabbed my remote and turned on the local news. A couple of minutes passed -mostly boring stuff- and then...there it was. Juliet's model sister was plastered on the screen. I winced. She seriously had been arrested.
Apparently, her name was Amara and like her younger sister, she was incredibly beautiful and stylish. I felt bad for Juliet. This had to be hard to come to terms with. I wondered what I would have done in the same position. I watched the news silently, wondering at the specifics. Apparently, the victim of her actions was a male Rapidash that was now being taken care of by members of Amara's family.
Immediately, I was bothered. Rapidash was known to have an intense fire on them that they could choose to burn people with. During those "acts" her Rapidash could have burned Amara at any moment if it was even slightly distressed. It chose not to.
The newscaster continued. "Amara Harmon is just the most recent celebrity to have indecent, Poképhilic videos released across the internet. Gym Leader Burgh of Unova was also caught-" I gaped. Videos of Amara and her Rapidash? I don't consider myself a pervert but the thought of seeing it made my cock harden.
I glanced at my computer, swallowing hard… I stopped myself from immediately jumping up, shaking my head. What in the hell was wrong with me? Not only would that be watching Poképhilia, but it was also a video of Juliet's older sister. I was better than that… I forced myself to lay back down.
My thoughts were all over the place, mainly lingering on Amara. She was a slender woman. How did she take it all? Did Rapidash fill her entirely, or did just some of his cock fill her? I'd seen a documentary on Rapidash racing once. One of the stallions had such a huge erection even the cameraman couldn't hide it during his filming...there was no way she could take that. How did she?
I told myself it was curiosity that drove me to my computer. I ignored the fact that I was hard already and had to keep my legs apart to avoid discomfort. I froze when I got to the search engine. Where the hell did I even start? I tried Amara Harmon leaked videos. Most of the results I found were ones about how said videos were being hidden and deleted. After a while, I gave up. They were so buried they were impossible to find. I was aggravated by how disappointed I was. And my hard-on was still a problem. I sighed, resting my head on my desk.
Was Mabel even slightly curious?
My thoughts went to a strange place. Mabel with a Pokémon...my mouth watered and I hastily unzipped my pants, holding my aching shaft in one hand. The thought drove me wild, but what Pokémon? I knew Mabel liked tough but cute Pokémon. Her favorite, which she spoke about frequently, was Zangoose.
Fuck.
I wrapped my fist around my shaft, starting a slow stroke as I typed in the address to the Poképhilia website from the day before. Pokémonpornleague, a pretty straightforward name. I typed in Zangoose in the search. Most of the results were female Zangoose getting fucked by humans or other male Pokémon. In fact, all the ones on the first few pages were that. I specified male Zangoose female trainer and that was where I found the results I wanted.
I found a simple one, titled "Male Zangoose roughly fucks his tiny, soaking wet trainer."
They were right about one thing. She was soaking wet, her swollen pussy was leaking fluids onto her thighs and the sheets. There was a visible puddle beneath her. Her clit was swollen and poking out of its hood. Her face was hidden, which helped my fantasy even morThe memory
el. Memory of her warm hug lingered as, for a moment, I concentrated on my hand wrapped around my shaft. I drove my fist up and down, groaning, my cock throbbing with every pull. Fuck...
I watched the Zangoose drag his trainer towards his cock. He was pretty big, six inches or so, and his penis was...interesting to say the least. A pair of furry balls, with a long pink shaft poking from a fur-covered sheath. Nothing I wanted to focus on...I cared more about the way he was spreading her thighs apart with his clawed hands. Zangoose pushed between her legs, gripping her hips. My eyes widened as the Zangoose howled and dug its claws into the skin on her hips. Blood seeped from the wounds it made, but that only seemed to excite her more if her squirming and moans were anything to go by.
There was a tense moment as he struggled to put himself inside her. The camera angle changed so I could see the penetration. My mind was completely consumed by the idea of Mabel spreading her legs for a Pokémon like this.
The Zangoose grunted as it pushed its engorged member between her folds slowly but surely, the sticky folds parting around his shaft. She whimpered.
"Love you Zanzan," the trainer whispered. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized how intimate a moment this was. This wasn't just rough fucking for porn despite the title. This was a trainer giving herself to her Pokémon who she loved, and vice versa. There was nothing disgusting about this.
Zangoose pushed his cock deep inside her, finally. I matched my hand motions with his thrusting. She squealed with every thrust, and blood dripped from the spots where Zangoose's claws clutched her. Their motions were natural and loving, well practiced, so not the first or last time.
My cock throbbed, threatening to spill, but I forced the urge back. The Zangoose pushed his face into her breasts as said trainer opened her arms wide, beckoning him close. She embraced him as he pumped roughly inside her.
I couldn't hold myself back anymore.
I tensed as my orgasm hit me, my cum spurting onto my desk and leaking down my fingers and hand. My chest heaved as I collapsed in my chair, overwhelmed by the emotions that erupted in me. Usually, after I watched porn, and I came, the video became disinteresting and boring to me. Almost disgusting. It wasn't like that with this. I wanted to keep watching.
I closed the tab anyways, panting, my semi-hard cock resting on my stomach. I felt ashamed. Not only had I pictured Mabel, but in the last, few moments it hadn't even been about her. It had been about Zanzan and his trainer. That was what turned me on, and got me off. I put my cock away, disgusted with myself. And here I had been calling Poképhilia disgusting...yet... If Mabel ever found out...
I shut my computer off and laid in bed. I was drained from my orgasm and the test, and to be honest I didn't want to think about Mabel or Poképhilia or anything. So instead, I just went to sleep.
I woke up to my mom shrieking with joy. "Avery! You did it!" I leaped up and sprinted out of my room and down the stairs, zipping up my jeans. I nearly ran into my mother who was at the bottom with a big smile on her chubby face.
She was holding an envelope, already opened. My mom had always been like that. No matter who it was from or who it was addressed to, mom liked to open letters before anyone else. Usually, I hated that she opened my mail before me, but I didn't this time. I was simply too excited. I ripped the letter from her hands, hastily reading the words on the papers.
My mind hyper-focused on two things...
91% and Congratulations, graduate of the Hearthome Contest Trainer School!
I yelled out loud, "I did it! Where's Zoey? I'm gonna rub this in her face!" I looked around for my brat of a sister but sadly she was m.i.a.
My mom giggled, squeezing my shoulder. "Sorry honey, Zoey is at her friend's house. You won't be bragging to her today. Why don't you go over Jack's house? He most likely got his results back as well."
That was true, and I was honestly curious whether or not he gave it his all this time. I nodded. "Good idea mom. I'm gonna call Jack, I'll let you know before I leave." She nodded.
"I have a sandwich and chips ready for you. I'll pack them up right now." Mum scurried away as I headed upstairs.
Jack was never busy, and he never said I couldn't come over. We hung out constantly and I was sure this time would be no exception. I was packing my bags when I noticed I hadn't cleaned up my desk from before my nap. It was sticky as shit. Nasty. I wiped it off with a towel and threw it in my hamper. I forced my thoughts away from what helped create that mess.
I called Jack on my Pokétch. He answered after a few long rings. His room was dark, the only light his computer screen and Pokétch. "Sup?"
"Just got my results back, what about you?"
"Nah not yet. Wouldn't know if it came to be honest, been beating it. Pretty sure I broke my dick watching Juliet's sister get rawed by a Rapidash." Jack laughed and turned his Pokétch towards his desktop monitor. I saw just a flicker of an image. A Rapidash with a woman kneeling between two of it's it's long, slender legs. My heart pounded. That was what I'd been searching for.
"You seriously found Amara's leaked videos?" I asked, "how?"
Jack seemed offended. "I'm Jacky Boy! Since when have I not been able to find things on the internet? Come on Avery." He raised a good point. Jacks frown shifted into a happy grin. "So...seeing that you know Amara's name, I assume you went searching for the vids on your own?"
I reddened. "No. I just watched the news... like you told me to."
Jack stared at me with a blank expression, completely silent. There was so much doubt on his face. After a few moments of that dead stare, I finally caved. "Ok I did look for them but it wasn't because it turned me on or anything, I was just curious!"
Jack clicked his tongue, shaking his head dramatically, "And you acted like you were so much better than me..."
I choked. "Listen, Jackass! I only looked because I was curious about how it worked!"
Jack laughed, "Uh huh, sure. That's like watching porn for the plot, bro. I just don't believe it."
I sighed. He was right. I didn't just watch out or curiosity... but there was no way in hell I was gonna tell Jack that! I decided to change the subject instead. "You wanna hang tonight by the way?"
Jack frowned. "For the first time ever my dudebro, gonna have to decline." That really was a first. Jack sighed, shaking his head. "I'm busy…"
I scratched my jaw. "Oh...it's whatever. Sorry to bother you."
Jack nodded slowly, looking me dead in the eyes. "Unless…" He avoided my eyes, shifting uncomfortably.
I was worried now. Jack being serious about anything was an alarm. "Unless what?"
"Unless you...Watch my new DVDs with me or course man! Check this shit out!" He showed me three DVDs. "I bought Elesa gets Electrified! Hot and Bothered with Flannery, uncut! And my personal favorite Roxanne Likes it Rockruff, directors fucking cut bro!"
I died a little inside. When I was a kid, Roxanne had been my celebrity crush. Even now she was always on the news, how was it possible that she kept her sex with Pokémon a secret? Jack was good with a computer but no expert. How had the police not discovered this !?
Now I couldn't get the image of her and a Rockruff out of my head. "Jack, you have serious issues. I'm not jerking off with you. And definitely not to Poképorn. See ya, man." I was about to hit the end call button when he cried out.
"Fine! You can come and we'll watch absolutely no Poképorn. Deal?" I smiled and nodded.
"Deal. I'll be heading over soon. Few nights as always?"
He smiled. "You know it." He hung up, probably to continue masturbating. What a weirdo… I walked around my room, grabbing things I'd probably need. Clothes, Pokétch charger, laptop. I stuffed them all in my stayover bag and left my room.
I gazed at Zoey's room across from mine. I really did wish she was here...though she probably would have just said something rude about me cheating on my test or something. No way I'd get a congratulations from her. I pushed open her bedroom door and gazed inside. She was still young and cute despite pretending to be a punk badass. Her pink, frilly room made that obvious. As did her dozens of stuffed animals. It was all very cute. I gazed around her room.
I sighed with distaste when I noticed the layers of blue-black fur coating the comforter and pillows on her bed. And more so when I noticed the wet spot on her bed. As always, Zoey was bringing food and drinks into her room, spilling them, and then not cleaning up after herself….
I scooped up the snack food wrappers and cups of soda she left sitting around. She had a trash in her room and still chose to litter her desk with cups and cans and wrappers. I ripped off her comforter and rolled it into a ball in my arms. Gosh, it smelled weird. How did Zoey live like such a pig?
I trotted downstairs with it bundled in one arm and my stayover bag in my other. "Heading over to Jack's. Can you throw Zoey's comforter in the wash, ma?"
My mom was sitting, reading a novella in her armchair. It creaked as she rocked. It was a comforting sound that I've heard all my smiled at me. "Of course! But...you know Zoey won't be happy when she finds out you were in her room, Avery."
I shrugged. "When is she not mad at me? Tell her to stop making a mess of her damn room and I'll stop coming in. She's such a slob...:" I dropped the comforter near my moms hamper. "As usual I'm gonna be gone for a few days. I'll probably come home when I get my Pokémon. That okay?"
My mom nodded vigorously. "Of course! Go have fun, dear. I packed you some sandwiches for the walk. They're in a brown bag on the counter!"
I grabbed said brown bag, and headed for the door. "Thanks mom, see ya!"
She smiled and waved. "Have a good time! And I'm so proud of you for passing your test!"
I pushed open the door and headed outside. I knew the way to Jack's house by heart, I'd walked there so many times. I opened up the brown paper bag and munched on one of my sandwiches. I've always loved cheese sandwiches, simple but delicious. I glanced around me as I walked, taking in the sights of the city. It was difficult living in Hearthome but it was nice. It was loud and crowded but it was entertaining. And somehow everyone knew each other, at least it seemed that way. Not me though. If I was known for anything, it was being the only guy in town who wasn't rich or above average wealth.
The only reason we were able to stay in a place like this is the fact that my father still pays the bills. For whatever reason...He sent mom money once a month. Why? Maybe it made him feel good about himself, maybe he thought it made up for the fact that he abandoned his two kids and wife to go do who knows fucking what.
But, my luck is going to change soon. As is my reputation. I'm going to get a Pokémon soon, and with my knowledge of Pokémon I'm sure I'll make a decent trainer. If not a trainer, something else. Which means I get to quit my waiter job finally.
Speak of the devil, the restaurant I work at is right across the street from where I'm standing. Dim Lights is one of the few restaurants in the city that is not Pokemon themed. Aka there's no Pokemon mascot, just good food. It was nice enough if you could get past the total bitch of a manager that worked there.
I could not.
I walked faster, holding the straps of my backpack. Margaret, my manager, would not be happy once she found out why I had ditched work the past few days. I dashed down the darkly lit street, backpack bouncing on my back. I rounded the corner at the end and stumbled to a halt when I saw a person coming toward me.
Too late, I slammed into someone, landing on my side. I scraped my elbow a little bit, but was otherwise fine. I was more worried about the person I hit with the full force of my body. I got up quickly, anxious.
It was a girl...in fact, it was Juliet.
This definitely wouldn't end well for me.
The raven-haired girl glared at me, standing up and brushing off her clothes. She looked hot as usual in a black mini skirt and a sleeveless red turtleneck. It hugged her curves in the most amazing ways. Her dark mascara made her angry gaze very intimidating.
She sneered at me, slamming a finger into my chest. "Watch where you're going you four-eyed loser," she hissed.
Because making fun of someone because they had poor eyesight totally made sense...a normal person probably would have just walked away but I still felt guilty for calling her sister disgusting, so instead, I knelt and began to pick up all the bags I'd knocked out of her hands. There were lots of them. "I'm sorry Juliet, it was completely unintentional."
Juliet rolled her eyes, "Shut the hell up, Higgs. Give me my damn bags."
I nodded awkwardly, clearing my throat as I shoved the bags in her direction. "I really am sorry." She peered at my face, expression unreadable. Then, her ruby red lips twisted into a grin.
"If you're sorry then you'll carry my bags back to my apartment for me," Juliet smirked, tucking her dark hair behind her ear. I gazed at her in disbelief.
"You want me to carry your bags all the way to your apartment? Don't you live on the other side of the city?"
Juliet nodded. "All the more reason for you to help, right? Even a loser like you wouldn't make a girl walk all that way on her own."
For a moment I actually did consider helping her. Juliet was right, and if it was any girl but her I'd have been glad to help them out, but assisting someone who'd treated me so shittily would just leave a bad taste in my mouth. So instead of agreeing, I shook my head. "Sorry, Juliet. Gonna have to pass. I have plans tonight. Here are your bags."
Juliet's eyes widened in shock. Clearly, this was the first time someone has ever said no to her. Was my response really that much of a surprise? I didn't owe her anything and she really wasn't that cute to me. If I let her push me around I was just enabling her shitty behavior. I wasn't some pushover that she could bully into being her bitch. It pissed me off that she thought I was. Juliet's expression grew so angry I was worried she was gonna smack me or something. Instead, she ripped the bags from my hand and stalked away, heels clicking on the cement. I watched her leave.
How could Jack have a crush on such a bitch? I shook my head. Some people were into that type of personality, I guess. I started walking again, forcing the entire encounter from my mind.
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