WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

Ryan slammed her against his closet door, holding her paws above her head with one hand. He dug his fingers into her waist with the other. They kissed passionately, his tongue mingling with her own. Her long whiskers brushed against his cheek, only fueling his lust. He ran his hand down her side, fingers caressing her soft, tan fur, until he found her ass. He gave it a rough squeeze, pressing himself into her even more. She mewled and he nearly lost it.

The delcatty woman coyly lifted her leg, wrapping it around his back, stiletto heel digging into his left side. Her tail wrapped around him from the right, pinning him to her. The little ball of purple fur at its tip brushed his back, and he groaned in response.

"Yes… give it to me." In response, she bit his lip, sharp fangs pinching the skin. Ryan reached down and picked her up from beneath her thighs, carrying her over to his bed. He threw her down roughly, finally removing his boxers. His manhood throbbed, perched at the ready, pointing toward its target and drooling.

She was already bare, lying provocatively on the sheets, perky breasts now pointed at the ceiling. Ryan leaned forward, giving one of them a squeeze. "You are so fucking sexy," he grunted, kissing her muzzle again.

"Ca…" she moaned in between breaths. His tongue mixed with hers once more, the roughness tickling his mouth.

Ryan sat up, holding his member and eyeing her already-wet lips hungrily. But, he needed something else first. He gestured to his length expectantly, and the delcatty complied. She took him in her paws, soft fur tickling slightly. Ryan shivered, nearly salivating with anticipation.

She ran her soft paws up and down his cock for a few more moments, before wrapping her mouth around the tip. Ryan sighed, pleasure racking his body. She began to move her head up and down, careful to keep her sharp teeth out of the way.

Ryan reached down to play with her breast as she worked. He grabbed her ear with his other hand, pulling her head down roughly, pumping her mouth along his member. The delcatty choked a bit, but was unable to voice her discomfort through his roughness. Finally, Ryan stopped, yanking her head off of him. She gave him a look, angled eyes slightly narrowed, displeased with how he had just treated her, but he didn't notice.

He pushed her down on the bed, pushing her legs open and bending over her. Slowly, he pushed himself into her, relishing the feeling of her fur before entering her tight pussy. He pushed deeper, eyes closing in ecstasy. The delcatty reciprocated, purring uncontrollably as he pumped in and out of her.

"Oh, yes," he moaned, fucking her faster. He grabbed her purple hair and yanked it, earning a cry more of pain than pleasure from the cat. But he was too consumed by then to care. He grabbed her hips, angling them and pushing his full length into her, so deep he could feel the resistance from her uterus.

"Ca-a-a!" she cried, now clearly in pain. Ryan continued to push, finally cumming into her with a final, hard thrust. Tears fell from her eyes as he did, but she lay still, trembling. Ryan waited a few more moments before finally pulling out.

"Ah…" he sighed, sitting back for a minute. He ran his fingers through his black hair. "Nice," he said, winking at her.

She looked up at him, a mixture of pain and pleasure having taken control of her body. Tears were still in her eyes from the roughness of the sex.

Ryan, ignorant of that, stood and slipped on his boxers. "Though, you could use a little, training," he said, smirking at his own joke. For a moment, he looked out the window, the city lights sparkling in the distance, just a few miles away from his home. He turned back to the bed, the delcatty now curled up under his blankets.

He shook his head, clicking his tongue. "You—you don't think you're staying here, do you?" He chuckled, humorless. She looked at him with sad eyes. Eyes that couldn't have affected Ryan any less. "No," he said. "Absolutely not."

"Catty. Del delca delcatty," she said. Ryan grinned, putting a hand to his ear, mocking her.

"What? I'm sorry. I can't understand animal," he sneered. "Maybe if you bought a talker collar, people might actually give a shit. Oh wait, if you could afford one of those, you wouldn't be a whore, would you?"

The pokemon stared, shocked and hurt, before numbly getting out of his bed. Ryan snapped his fingers, and she turned back around.

"Here, I almost forgot." He dug through the pockets of his pants on the floor, eventually finding a crumpled up $100 bill. He passed it to her. "For your trainer. Maybe if you're lucky, he'll tip you out of that too, since I know I'm not."

She eyed the money, wanting nothing more than to leave without it, but eventually took it anyway.

"Don't forget to close the front door on your way out," Ryan said, turning away from her then and sitting at his desk, not acknowledging her any further. There was a long silence, so long that Ryan worried he might actually have to force her out. But then, he heard the door open, and then slam shut.

He stared at his closed laptop for a few minutes, mind moving at a mile a minute, before he finally sighed, opening it. The live broadcast was going to start in a few minutes. He logged onto his profile, his press manager already having logged on before him.

Ryan! A message popped into the chat. Then: Why are you just now here? You're on in less than five!

Ryan pressed his lips together. His fingers flew as he typed: Took a long shower. Don't worry, I'm ready. He stood up and moved to the closet to put his button down and suit jacket on, forgoing pants, knowing he would only be seen from the chest up. He pulled up his speech on his computer, sitting at his desk again.

Just be ready. the computer said. Ryan didn't reply.

He shook his head to clear it, and put on a giant smile for the camera as the broadcast started. "Hello, Hoenn," he said, voice dripping with charisma. "I'm Ryan Hynder, and I am now officially announcing the release of our newest product. Something you have all been waiting for!" As he spoke, he knew his press manager was pulling up images on the screen next to his face. "The new, Pokell Flash!" Pictures of the new phone his company had designed were displayed on the screen with him.

The broadcast only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like hours. He described basic features of the new phone, noting all of the qualities that made it 'better' than the last phone they had released.

And then, like that, it was over.

Click. It was done. He sighed, smile immediately dropping, and stood to stretch. He looked out the window again. He knew for a fact that right now in Mauville City , every electronics store and mall was packed with customers dying to get their hands on the new pokell. He glanced over to his desk at his own, still in the box, ready to be used.

He walked over to the desk, eyeing the phone. He had of course had already toyed with a few of them during production, but at the moment, he just didn't feel like setting up his own. Instead, he walked across the room to his personal bar, grabbing a bottle of bourbon.

He poured himself a glass, plunking in three ice cubes, and started to undress.

Bzzzzz. His phone was going off. Not the one in the box of course, but the currently activated one. "Hello," he said, opening the call without checking the caller ID.

"Ryan!" squealed a voice on the other side.

He sighed. "Hello Lucy."

"Oh Ryan, I saw the broadcast… It was wonderful."

"Thanks, sis," he said, taking a drink of bourbon after the last word.

"I hope your day was good today otherwise?"

"It was peachy."

She sighed. "Really."

He twirled his wrist, airing the bourbon in the glass.

Lucy sighed again. "Look… if you're lonely… maybe you should—"

"Find a girlfriend?" he asked, monotone. "We've been through this."

"I was going to say get a pokemon—"

"We've been through that too," he snapped, leaning forward, glass still in hand. "I don't need a pokemon. Pokemon are for those idiots who live on the streets, battling to make enough money just to eat and move on to the next town. Not people like me." He paused, waiting for a response. There was none. "Lucy, I'm a multi millionaire, and you think a pokemon would make me happy?"

"I do…" she said quietly. "But, it doesn't matter to you what I think, does it?"

He sighed. "I don't need a pokemon. I don't need a girlfriend. I am fine on my own." Lucy remained silent. "I don't need anyone."

"Well, maybe you should come and see your family then," she said halfheartedly. "Surely you aren't too good for us?"

"I send you money every month, don't I?" he asked. "You have enough money to do literally whatever you want. Which is why I don't understand why you have pokemon at all."

"Because pokemon are more than tools Ryan!" she finally burst. "Pokemon are sentient beings! They have feelings, they can hope, they can dream... They're my fucking friends! Why is that so hard for you to understand?"

"Can a pokemon own property?" he asked. Lucy opened her mouth, but no words came over the phone to Ryan. "Can a pokemon legally work? Can a pokemon register to vote?" Silence still. "Lucy, there's a reason for all of that! I sure as hell don't need animals as friends." He took another drink of his bourbon, this time a long, deep drought.

Then he pulled the glass away from his lips, following a drop of condensation down the side of the crystal clear glass. "And don't make me come home and see mom."

"You're heartless," Lucy whispered.

"I'm not heartless. I just don't let my feelings get in the way of my life. That's why I'm here, at the top!" He barked that last sentence into the receiver. "I pushed my way through school, alone! I climbed the corporate ladder, on my own. The last thing I need is you trying to convince me to come home, or that I need a girlfriend or a fucking pokemon to fix my problems! I have enough money to do literally whatever the fuck I want! And if that can't make me happy, so be it!"

There was silence on the other line. "Hello?" More silence. "Lucy?"

It took him a minute to realize she had hung up.