When I'd told my mother I'd wanted to be a writer, I bet she imagined that my career would be focused on novels or short stories. It had been the plan at first, I'd even gotten a collection of little pieces I wrote published but never really saw anything come from it. No book deals or movies or TV shows, or anything else like that. I kinda flew under the radar, but writing was still my dream, so I persisted.
Eventually, I found out that newspapers were still a thing. The company I ended up working for was hiring editors and writers and all that jazz, so I'd submitted an application online. Well, I didn't really hear back from them for a few months, but eventually, I was told that I was in the running for the job. So all that I had to do, if I was still interested in working there, was to write a piece on something. Anything.
I ended up doing some charity run, and my competition did some restaurant opening. The dude was polite when I met him, so it was a shame to see him all dejected after the interview. Guess it didn't go well, but hey, it worked for me; I needed the job, and I got it. So fast forward a few years, and now I'm here.
At the gates of one of the most legendary Pokemon erotica producers of my time. The house was big, that was for sure. Most homes in this area were, as it was a pretty uber-wealthy area; it wasn't uncommon to see faces from the big screen walking their dogs or jogging, with a slew of bodyguards, of course. His house was a bit smaller, but still… the grass was immaculately well maintained, and the same could be said for the garden, the water fountain, the brick driveway… fancy fancy.
Two letters were built into the middle of the gate, a big "MG," which was pretty typical of this area. Lots of big, fancy houses with rich folks, although most hadn't gotten their wealth from making smut as Morgan Fraser had. I pressed a buzzer to the gate a few times, nervously and impatiently palming a Pokeball I had. A rather gruff voice spoke soon after.
"Yes? What is it?"
"Mr. Barker from The Evening Metropolitan, here to see Mr. Fraser for an interview?"
A few seconds of silence. I began seeing my boss's point while I waited in silence. This was a bad idea, nobody gave a shit about Pokemon porn producers, least of all our audience, but I'd argued that young people care about porn stuff, and well… we need more young viewers. So much stuff online is just shitty clickbait; our newspaper stands out. The Evening Metropolitan isn't some schlocky, second-rate shitpaper like everything else on Facebook was, for Arceus' sake!
The gate swung open, and I took it as my cue to stop stewing about the world and drive up. My car looked a bit… pedestrian compared to Mr. Fraser's relatively high-end cars; I made a mental note to ask how he could afford all this. Not outright ask him like that, but phrase it in a more polite way, y'know?
I park my car and grab my stuff, just a tablet, a stylus, a modern-day pencil and paper, and then make my way out to the front door. After knocking a few times, I turn around to admire the view. I'd have very much liked to spend a few hours walking around, especially in the garden… but as it was, I had a job. So I turned around just in time for the door to open, and there I was, standing face to face with a man I'd jerked off to countless times before.
Morgan Fraser was an older man now, but he'd been in the porn business since cameras could take video. He had tired eyes nowadays, but they'd burned with wit back in the day, yet they never lost that fiery blue. His hair was a bit long, white, and well… he needed a shave. All he was dressed in was a bathrobe and some slippers.
"Hey kid, come on in." Odd, he sounded more like my dad than I'd expected or wanted him to.
"Mr. Fraser, it's good to finally meet you in person." I shook his hand as I entered, wondering how much Pokemon cock had been in it.
"Yeah yeah, just take your shoes off before you muck up the place." There was no muck in this area, no rain at all, really, but hey. House rules. Thankfully, he pointed out a pair of guest slippers I could use; the floor was rather cold.
The door opened up to a massive entryway, a typical mansion. Marble and white wood staircase ran along either wall, a plush-looking carpet between them. There was a doorway to either side of either of the staircases and an oversized double door that led to the backyard directly ahead of me. I followed Mr. Fraser to the right and walked into a sitting room or office or… living room. It was kind of an unholy amalgamation of all three.
He muffled an apology at the mess; I didn't really know what he was talking about. The place was immaculate. Then again, this was my first ever interview with someone wealthy, so maybe it was a pigsty by his standards. The two of us took a seat on two chairs by a fireplace, one I think was just for show. The coldest it got here was only sweatshirt weather, no need for a big ol' fire. Before we began, I opened a recording app and labeled the session as "Morgan Fraser Interview" and a notepad. He made himself comfortable as well.
"So what's all this about anyway?" He asked, sipping on a cup of something.
"Mmm… Just wanted to run a story on someone influential." I finished setting up my notepad and questions and whatnot and looked up. "Something that would reach a younger, hornier audience."
"Oh. Well, I'm sure I'll appreciate any free publicity."
"I know I would have killed to read stuff about porn stars when I was younger."
"Is…" He looked a little sad. "Is that really all people remember me for?"
"Well." I paused, wondering how to proceed. I could just tell him what he wanted to hear, but I think he knew the truth. "It's what I know you for, but I can't speak for everyone."
He nodded, and a brief yet awkward silence followed.
"So, um, let's get started." If I had a pen, I'd have clicked it. "Mr. Fraser-"
"Morgan, please."
"Ok… Morgan, could you tell me a little bit about how you first got started in the industry?"
"Heh, I started just because I liked showing off. You said you know me for the porn, so I take it you've seen everything." I nodded, hoping my blush wasn't too visible. "Well, yeah. I liked showing off. I liked how it made me feel and how people told me they got off to me."
"So it wasn't always about the Pokemon?"
"No, no, not at first." His eyes got this twinkling to them as he remembered, and it was at this point that I realized this would make for a good story.
. . .
Morgan took his pants off after he'd closed his door. Mom took his younger brother to a doctor's appointment, and dad was still working. So even though he was home alone and would be so for the next few hours, he still liked having a modicum of privacy… kind of.
Recently, he'd gotten real into showing himself off. Morgan knew what he had was considerably bigger than what most people had. It was an almost daily thing, a ritual, that he'd log into the site he uploaded to and check the comments, the likes, and all the view counts. It was a porn site, catering to almost every kink imaginable, even Pokemon stuff.
While he wasn't really too interested in it, Morgan couldn't deny that he'd jerked off to Pokemon in the past. Now though, jerking off in front of a camera and imagining all the people jerking off to him, rubbing themselves, whatever, that was more than enough to get him off rather explosively. Gigantic cumshots and a rather fit, attractive body (All comments on his videos that he'd started to believe) made him want to upload more and more. This time around, Morgan found one in particular when he went to check on the comments.
A request.
One viewer wanted to know if he could do something with a Pokemon, any Pokemon. That he'd wanted to see Morgan get some head by one. It simply read, "Man, you should fuck a Pokemon, or get one to suck you off. You'd love it."
At first, Morgan didn't know what to make of the comment. Sure, he'd done what they'd asked for in the past, stuff like showing off his butt or jerking off to a celebrity's nudes. He'd even bought a dildo to fuck himself with, even though he wasn't really interested in butt stuff. But never before had anyone asked him to do something with a Pokemon…
Would he?
He thought on it for a bit, dick in hand. What kind of Pokemon would he want to fuck anyway? None seemed that attractive to him, and his family didn't even own a Pokemon. He had a few friends that owned a Pokemon or two, but the likelihood of him convincing one of them to let him fuck them was slim to none. So what was a horny man to do…
Nothing for now. Meat in hand, Morgan recorded himself wacking off, moaning and all that good stuff, then uploaded that to the site. After the cleanup, he decided that he'd look into getting a Pokemon. Something cute. Something hot. Something preferably female, but he wouldn't even mind having a male.
The best place to start would be the local Pokemon adoption center. He looked around, sipping some post-nut tea, for a good one. Unfortunately, there wasn't really any that got his attention since most Pokemon could be released into the wild without much worry for their safety; chances were they'd be captured before the day ended anyway. So instead of settling on any lackluster choice, Morgan decided to fill out an adoption application and submit it.
Questions were answered. He didn't much care about being the best there ever was; all he wanted was a Pokemon friend. He lived with his parents and a brother. Could afford the Pokemon food. Really, Morgan just wanted to get into the Pokemon world, so he didn't know much about how to train one or anything like that. The only thing he could offer was a good home.
Morgan heard back a few days later. One of the people that worked at the adoption agency phoned him and asked him to come in for a more formal interview, maybe also to take a look at adopting one later that day. At the very least, get a look at them. He was excited to go to the place.
He didn't tell his parents, brother, or anyone, just a little secret. Who knows, he might not even adopt one. However, Morgan dressed well for the interview and arrived five minutes early.
When he went in, the first thing that hit him was that he'd probably overdressed. The place was a glorified shack, maybe one office and a waiting room. After a relatively short interview conducted by a rather short man (He looked like a quintessential office worker; white button-down, long-sleeved shirt, comb-over, big glasses, yellow tie, tight black pants, and even a handlebar mustache), Morgan was offered the chance to look through a catalog of Pokemon currently waiting to be adopted.
There were a few more wild ones that he could pick, your more average selection, and finally a few that were in the process of being adopted. None really caught his eye, save for one.
It, or, more precisely, she, was a Lucario. Morgan had seen her kind before on the website, the porn site. He knew just how they looked down there, both male and female, and knew that he'd get an insane amount of views if he had one. Most people that uploaded stuff with a Lucario always made it to the trending page; their videos usually cracked one to two million views within a month. It would have been a golden opportunity if not for the fact that she was in the middle of getting adopted.
"Do you have any more Lucario?" Morgan asked the man after a while. "I kinda like how she looks."
"Mmm… Lucario are quick to get snatched up. Everyone loves them, but you never know. Nothing is set in stone until she's gone, and who knows. She was supposed to get picked up yesterday, but the prospective owner was a no-show."
"Can I see her at least? Since she's still here and whatnot. I've never really seen one before." Morgan hoped that the owner would never show up…
The man nodded and opened a drawer, taking a Pokeball out. He handed the tiny thing to Morgan, but he was at a loss as to what to do. After all, making a Pokeball big, and releasing them, was never something he'd done before, so the man ended up releasing her after showing him what to do.
After Morgan had recovered from the nearly blinding flash of light, she was standing there by the desk, hands neatly grabbing each other. Seeing her made him chuckle in… well, awe. To think, a Lucario, this close to him. She blushed a bit and looked down; he took it as a cue to approach her. Morgan was a lot taller than she was; she was perfect waist level… perfect cock sucking level. She wouldn't even need to stand on her tippy-toes.
"Hey there, girl…." He murmured, giving her head a quick scratch. She was just…
Adorable. The slender, cream-colored body, the odd yet cute, thick blue shorts, the black mask that complimented her paws and hands so well, the big, fuzzy ears and strange… aura things… even the tail, which wasn't as fluffy as I'd expected, just seemed so adorable. Finally, her eyes were this gorgeous shade of red… Then there was the matter of her spade.
He tried not to look at it for long, a second or two at most. But it was hard; Morgan had seen them in all sorts of ways, filled with a cock, a dildo - knotted, human, humanoid, every type under the sun, really -he'd seen them licked and sucked, he'd seen them fingered and have every hole stuffed at the same time. It was hard to control his arousal, even if he wasn't the most avid watcher of Pokephilia stuff.
He was a bit worried that the adoption agent would catch him looking, but if push came to shove, he could just say he was weirded out at her groin and had never seen anything like it before. With one more scratch behind her ears, Morgan sat back in his chair, and the agent let Lucario wander around.
"She's gorgeous," Morgan said with a smile.
"I'd say that most Pokemon are, but in this case, I'd have to agree with you. I've always had a soft spot for Lucarios." He shuffled some paperwork around and then looked back up. "Well, if you're sure about waiting, I'll give you a call whenever we get another Lucario, although I will warn you they are rare. So you could be waiting months to hear back from me, maybe even a year."
"I can wait. Pokemon aren't really a big thing in our house; in fact, I'd be the first one to own one since… well, my grandfather."
"Alright. Well, if you're sure."
"I am."
"I'll keep your application on hand, then. It was good to meet with you, Mr. Fraser." He got up and shook his hand, then walked Morgan out.
The one thing he could recall about the walk home was just how dejected he felt. Of course, Morgan hadn't really been expecting to walk out with that Lucario, but he couldn't deny the connection he'd felt towards the Pokemon either. Just something about her, y'know? It was like they'd be a perfect fit for each other, even without all the sex he wanted to have with her.
However, there was one other thing he'd remember about the walk home: getting a call from an unknown number. Picking it up, Morgan heard the familiar voice of the adoption agent. Apparently, the person that was going to pick Lucario up had been arrested for something, he didn't quite go into specifics, but the conversation ended with him being invited back into the office to fill out a more detailed application.
He nearly sprinted back to the office in hopes to see Lucario again. It was odd, the timing of it all, but he wasn't going to look a gift Rapidash in the mouth. After filling out the paper - this one had questions that were a bit more challenging - Morgan eagerly awaited hearing back. He twiddled his thumbs and looked feverishly over anything he could about Lucario… now that she was within his grasp, suddenly owning a Pokemon seemed like such an appealing concept.
When the man came out, Pokeball in hand, Morgan knew it was nothing but good news.
Surely enough, he was handed Lucario's Pokeball and paperwork that he needed to sign; there was a lot of it. It really didn't feel like that, however. Names, addresses, all that stuff just felt like nothing as he rolled the heavy Pokeball around in his free hand. He hoped that Lucario wasn't getting sick, or anything, from it. That would just be the worst…..
"So, what do you think you'll call her?"
"Um… Lucario?"
"Oh, c'mon! It's boring to just call a Pokemon by its species name!"
"It is?"
"I have a Heracross named Hercules. A Dewott named Marshal. The sky's the limit! They'll be with you for the rest of your life, in one way or another!"
"Alright, alright… Jeez. I'll call her Luca, then."
"Luca? Really?"
"Mhm. I never planned on getting a Pokemon 'till now; Luca was what I was going to name my firstborn, but well…." Morgan shrugged after trailing off. It was all Tauros-shit, but the man bought it.
"Well, you and Luca the Lucario have a great day. I've included a pamphlet about nearby stores that have Pokemon food, don't just feed her human food. It's not healthy, and… eh, check out Pokemon Tips on Poketube. Most new trainers do, but I figure it'll be good for regular people as well."
"Anything else?"
"You remember how Pokeballs work?"
I let Luca out just to demonstrate that I did, in fact, know how. It seemed to set the man at ease, and there she was in all her glory… Luca. Nervously, she grabbed her elbow, looking down at Morgan's feet, but he quickly went over and hugged her, careful not to impale himself on her chest spike. She seemed taken aback at first, but he felt her melting in his grip after a few moments, even if she didn't move a muscle.
"She definitely seems to like you. A lot. I'm kind of jealous!" He said with a chuckle.
If only he knew the things he was going to do to her, that she was going to do to him, that they were going to do together… Nothing bad, of course, and only once Luca was comfortable with him - comfortable enough to do sex stuff, at least - would he bring it up with her. It might be months, might be years, but one way or another, Morgan was going to taste her…
"We'll be off now." He said with a curt smile.
"Alright, you two take care!"
And like that, Morgan was off, holding Luca's paw in a hand as he led her out of the adoption agency.
For a while, they walked in silence. Morgan wasn't quite sure what to say to her, and well… the responsibility suddenly dawned on him that he was now in possession of another living, breathing being… it was a considerable weight on his chest. He looked down at the fluffy Lucario; he'd read that they can sense emotions with those black things on their heads. But, hopefully, she couldn't get a read on him just yet.
"I don't know if you can like…." Luca looked up at him, smiling. "Sense it, or anything… but I am a little nervous about having a Pokemon. So um… if you could like… be patient?"
"Cario!" She eagerly shook her head, then hugged his arm.
"Awesome. Well, I got a bit of spending money; how about we get you some food?" She seemed to enjoy this idea; they both went to a nearby store.
A blast of cool air hit them when they walked into the grocery store. At first, Morgan was fearful that he'd need to recall Luca, since she wasn't wearing anything, no shoes, no shirt. Wasn't the no service thing applicable? But as they made their way down the isles, nobody had anything to say to them if it was an issue. At first, the plan had been to make their way to the Pokemon food aisle, but they quickly got sidetracked.
Soon, the hand basket that Morgan had got was full of treats and all sorts of other stuff for Luca…
Everything except for food.
That he made Luca carry, a rather hefty bag of it. Checking out, it had come to a bit more than he'd expected it to be, but it was for Luca. He was okay with spoiling her, as long as it wasn't a daily thing. After that, they left the store and headed home.
This time around, the walk wasn't nearly as silent and awkward. Morgan told her all about his, their, family, about his, their, brother, and about mom and dad, all while holding her paw. It was just so soft, so incredibly warm. She'd even begun hugging his arm with hers after a while had passed. Even leaning into him whenever they stopped for a traffic light.
One time in particular, out of absolutely nowhere, while they were waiting at a light, Luca's paw fell from his arm and slowly made its way down to his groin. She squeezed, making Morgan jump; when he looked down, she had this knowing, smug look on her face. He hadn't even been thinking about her in that way since he'd left the store…
When they finally got back home, Luca seemed amazed that he lived in what was a relatively middle-class house. Once inside, she let the bag of food come crashing down on Morgan's feet and dashed around, looking all over the place. While she worked her zoomies out, Morgan tried to think about anything but the paw she'd placed over his groin…
But failed.
Oh, for Arceus' sake…
He found her in his room, on his bed. Out of all the beds in the house, she'd chosen his, and for some reason, it only turned him on even more. Morgan took his shirt off, letting her drink in the sight of his pasty white, yet built body. She knew he wanted him, he knew she was up to it, and frankly, Morgan was horny.
Once on the bed, Lucario came up to him and placed her paws on his chest, giving her new trainer a feel. Her paws felt… warm, hot, even, almost sweaty, but when she touched him, it felt astounding like lightning bolts. He followed her lead and touched her chest… but quickly worked down.
Between her legs.
When Morgan rubbed her spade, when he poked a finger ever so slightly into the folds, he felt Luca begin to breathe a bit faster. He worked it further and further into her warm, soft hole until he reached a bit of an oddity. When he moved his finger right to the middle joint, he had to push backward, to her rear, to go any further. Luca gave an audible gasp as he pushed up to his knuckle and clenched around his finger. Had he pushed a bit too far?
"Have you done something like this before?" He hesitantly asked.
"Lu…" She shook her head no.
"Not even with another Pokemon?"
No.
"Do you want to?"
"Lucario!" She nodded, looking up at him with some delighted expectancy.
"Alright. I'll go slow then since it's your first time and all."
He was already hard as a rock, cock smushed against his jeans uncomfortably. Luca pawed at his zipper for a few moments; he let her, wondering if she was able to get them off. Once his patience dwindled, he helped her along by undoing his button. She was able to work the zipper down, then his pants, then underwear. Finally, his cock sprung out and hit her snout.
Luca's eyes grew wide at his length. He wondered if she'd expected him to be as long as he was, but if she was intimidated, she certainly didn't show it. Instead, eagerly she took his cock in her paw and worked it around, sliding his foreskin up and down over his tip. The whole "first-time" thing, he found, was utterly intoxicating. How she explored and moved around…
Morgan grabbed the base of his cock and began to stroke it, leading it to her snout. He was given some adorable baby-doll eyes, but that didn't stop him from spoiling her fun and pressing his tip against her nose. Luca breathed his scent in deep; her eyes fluttered closed with delight and immediately began to lick him. Her tongue felt… odd.
He ran his own tongue up against the roof of his mouth to judge just how weird, and yeah. It was a lot rougher than his was and considerably drier, but it felt strangely good. Even though she wasn't sucking him yet, Morgan knew this was a feeling he could definitely get used to. And hey, since she was licking him…
"Hey, hop on top of me… but watch the spike."
Luca glanced up at him, blushing hard. It was honestly a bit cute to see such a flustered look on such an intimidating Pokemon, but she obeyed him. Soon enough, she was straddling his chest, looking down at him. While Morgan had to admit that the view was absolutely astonishing, with her spade resting on him, the blushy Pokemon, and everything else, he told her to turn around and continue licking.
She obeyed, and he sat up slightly, grabbing at the base of her tail. While her asshole, tight and puckered and - something that surprised him - clean, looked inviting, what he wanted was the leaking spade in front of him. Her canine pussy just… he shivered. Looked amazing and, best of all, was within licking distance.
Morgan played with it a bit first, really getting to know his new Pokemon. Then, with either hand, he moved her lips around as she began to lick him again; damn, she was hot. Every time he worked down, rubbed by her clit, she'd clench her paws, and he confined it to memory exactly where that wonderful little nub was. Best of all, the excitement had gotten to her; while one finger had been a bit rough to slip in, because of all that wonderful wet that he felt, two or even three fingers could be worked in if he went slow, which was a good thing.
He wanted to fuck her more than anything but realized it was essential to go slow with her. So as she continued to lick him, her tongue cleaning his tip, shaft, and even his balls, all while she rubbed him between two soft paw pads, Morgan gently massaged around her entrance and occasionally teased her with a finger. Whenever he did, Luca let out a soft, shivering moan and would give him a nice, long lick in return.
That spade, though… black, like her paws, but oh so pink deeper in. It took a while, but eventually, Morgan worked up the courage to give it one soft, slow lick. From her clit right up to the top, he gently dragged his warm, wet tongue along in a zigzag. When he got to the top, he gave a kiss and felt his chin get a bit wet.
And thus, he'd tasted it. His first Pokemon, the first pussy, the first. He'd never been with anyone or anything else, but he didn't regret having Luca as his first and, judging by the moan she let out when he'd licked her, neither did she. Fueled by his lust, he licked again and again; these licks weren't fancy, they weren't zigzags or swirls or anything, he lapped at her like she was lapping at him, and he was rewarded by more of her oddly pleasant taste. Finally, she began to shiver in his grasp, so much so that he held onto the base of her tail, pushing a thumb into her rear to hold her tight. Luca began to grind against his tongue as he licked. Did she want more?
"I'll stick my tongue in if you suck mine…." He stammered out, looking over at the Pokemon on his body.
Either she'd thought the same thing or wanted to suck him off because the words hardly left his mouth before Luca swallowed his entire length in one quick motion. At first, he was in shock. Morgan was well endowed; there was no doubt about that. He'd never thought anyone or anything as small as Luca could so quickly and effortlessly dive down his endowment. Then, when she began to suck on it, her tongue running up and up and up to the tip before swiping around the rock-hard organ, Morgan realized he was in for something unique.
He resisted the urge to chuckle to himself and looked back at her leaking spade. What a view it was, but the taste…?
Morgan leaned forward and stuck his tongue out. It made contact with her warmth; he quickly pushed it in further and further, fighting her instinctual clenching. He could get to that odd slant before running out of tongue, so he held it there for a few moments, savoring the taste. Though, soon, he was forced out by her sheer clenching. Luca was pretty strong down there…
He shuddered with delight and began to tongue-fuck her. While he moved in and out, Morgan also began to do the same with his thumb, which was still in her rear, holding her tight. Luca started quivering as he sucked and kissed and licked; he wanted all of her, he wanted her to cum on him.
Eventually, he had enough.
"You ready?" Morgan asked, taking the thumb from her rear.
Luca slid off him and immediately shot up, putting both paws on his chest and leaking down. She gave his mouth a few licks, which he laughed at; her tongue felt a lot more tickly on his chin than he'd thought it would. When she was done cleaning him off, Luca glanced down at his still throbbing cock, and then back up at him with worry.
"I'll go slow, remember?"
She nodded.
Luca, again, straddled his body, but this time made her way down to his groin. His erection pressed against her chubby ass, and she quickly got up, taking it in a paw. Morgan watched with nervous delight as she led it to her spade. It was incredible enough having another living creature taking control of the situation like this, touching him and whatnot, but it was even more surprising that the creature doing so was as astoundingly hot as Luca was.
He penetrated her.
Not by much, maybe half of his tip, but it was still an accomplishment in his eyes. Quickly, his tip popped out; Luca grabbed it again, placed it back against her spade, and sunk down, eagerly this time. His cock bowed and yet again flopped to his stomach. Morgan was hard, but it wasn't like his dick always stood at attention at a ninety-degree angle. Finally, after one more attempt - Luca could get it in and even sink down an inch or two - it popped out again.
"Maybe it would be easier if you were laying down?"
She looked up at him and nodded, realizing he was probably right. The two quickly switched places, and soon Morgan had Luca's legs on either side of him, gently straddling him. This time around, he lined his dick up, spreading her spade with one hand as he jerked more blood into his cock. Again, he pushed in, and in, and in until she yipped in pain.
Immediately he pulled out, putting a hand against her face.
"You okay?" He asked, feeling the soft fur. "It'll get easier, I promise!"
"Cario…" Luca stammered. She hesitantly nodded.
Morgan nodded with her and smiled, moving back down to her groin. Maybe a lube would help; Morgan spat on his hand and rubbed it in. Between the precum he was dripping and the juices all but flowing from her, it made for a wonderful, slippery lube.
Morgan, with a slick cock, slid in softly. He went slowly, as he said he would, gently penetrating more and more. Finally, the two of them got to the point where he'd hurt her, he placed a hand on her belly that she grabbed at, and he constantly began to reassure her as he pushed forward. He didn't go inch by inch, not even half an inch by half an inch!
As slow as she wanted to go, that's how slowly he penetrated her. Every time she was ready for him to go, Morgan pushed in, all while watching her. A quick squeeze of his hand was all it took for him to pull back ever so slightly and stop. She'd let up whenever she was ready.
It took a while, it took a long time, but it felt so quick. Morgan and Luca gazed into each other's eyes as he worked his length in her; he told her how much he loved her and how good a job she was doing. Luca just moaned and looked at him, her face a shade of red he'd never seen before. Soon, his groin gently came to a stop against hers.
He couldn't believe it.
Morgan Fraser was fucking a Lucario, and not just any Lucario, his Lucario, Luca. After a few loving squeezes, Morgan withdrew his hand from her paws and grabbed her waist. Luca's hands flew down to his and held on as he nodded, asking for permission to begin, which she eagerly gave. Her walls pulled at him as he moved out of her, almost dragging him back in.
Then, disaster struck.
Between the licks and sucks, the eagerness he felt, and the slow climb to put his entire shaft inside of Luca, this movement was more than enough to push him over the edge. Morgan held deathly still as he came, hoping Luca wouldn't notice, but, judging by her wide, fearful eyes, she'd most certainly noticed. Well, shit.
The orgasm felt odd. It was his first time, and his first time ever doing anything but jerking himself off. Just releasing into a hole felt… oddly better, but at the same time, not as good. Morgan took a deep breath in and pulled out, beginning to apologize, but he was stopped. Luca put a paw on his cheek and leaned forward, giving him a small kiss.
. . .
I sat there, hesitantly taking notes. So here I was, interviewing Mr. Fraser; it wasn't… it wasn't supposed to be such a turn-on for me, but I had to shift multiple times as he described his first time with Lucario. I'd just wanted to know how it had started, not… not everything in such vivid detail, but he didn't stop, nor did I stop him. Or write anything down; there wasn't much that I'd be able to write down anyway.
"...and well, once I'd shot my wad in her, that was it. So we cleaned up and the next day tried again when we were alone." Morgan chuckled to himself as he twiddled his thumbs. "I grabbed a camera I'd used, and then it just took off from there."
"You remember the name of the first video?" I was glad my voice recorder was on; I'd definitely want to look this up when I got home.
"Oh, no. It's unlisted anyway, something with copyright issues."
"Tell me more about those; I remember that being a question the editor had in mind. You had to delete your entire channel once you signed a contract, right?" I read from the notes.
"Well, yes and no. The first contract I signed was just to ride around in a van with people, maybe when I was nineteen…."
. . .
"So… I just meet Dave here and go for a ride?" Morgan asked, a bit annoyed at the reception of the call. It was shit. "And we 'find,' a Pokemon, now, is this some wild thing? I don't wanna be fucking some kind of wild Pokemon."
"No, idiot. It'll be one of our actors, but for all intents and purposes, it'll be a wild Pokemon. You gotta hit up Dave after a few days goin' nutless and then last for at least half an hour. That'll give us time to get good footage, right?"
"I… sure?"
"Look, kid, it's in the contract. So just read that. You shouldn't have any questions, got it?"
"I'm just trying to-"
"Dude. You're an amateur porn star. If you keep it up, you'll be able to drop the amateur in a few years, especially if you stick with us. Just read the contract, fuck some Pokemon, and make some money, got it?"
"Got it." Morgan hung up.
He'd signed with a company a week back, a rather popular porn producer's company. Their whole schtick was driving around in a van, picking up a Pokemon, usually a "wild" Pokemon, but sometimes a trainer with their Pokemon, and then having sex with an actor. Morgan was lucky enough, or maybe unlucky enough, to get a contract signed with him, as he'd quite the following on PokeHub, xPokemon, and XXPX, which were the three biggest porn sites - for both human and Pokephiles - out there.
Now was his first week of shooting, and it was starting to be quite a pain finding this Dave. His producer had told him to meet him at a parking lot near a store, a Pokemart, but the van was nowhere to be seen. With a deflated sigh, Morgan released Luca, figuring she'd want some fresh air.
She came out with a delighted cry of her name and looked around for a fight. Morgan guessed it was something instinctual, but for the life of him, he wished she'd stop that. It was just… unnecessary.
"Behind you, silly." Morgan poked her shoulder and tried to avoid Luca's rapidly approaching chest spike as she came in for a long hug.
At the very least, it would poke him in his thigh. At the worst, it could sever an artery, and he'd bleed out in seconds. This time around, it was a gentle poke, hardly even touching him. There were options to have it ground down for psychopaths; Morgan loved Luca the way she was. He wasn't a fan of physically changing her because it was inconvenient.
"Hey, girl. Got a few minutes before this next job. Wanna help me look for a white van?"
"Lucario!" She proudly cried out.
"Atta girl."
The two of them looked around the parking lot for a while, but this van was nowhere to be seen. So after meeting back up, Morgan and Luca sat in the shade of a nearby tree as cars entered and exited the parking lot.
"What a pain."
"Luca?"
"It's for a job, but the dude isn't here, despite my manager saying he is. Idiot…"
"..."
"Luca?"
Morgan looked down at her. She had that look on her face. Great.
"Hey, hey." He pulled her into a hug. Luca wasn't the biggest fan of him fucking all sorts of Pokemon. "Look,"
He rested a finger right below her chin and rubbed her lower lip with his thumb. Luca nearly melted into his hand; he gave her a few scratches behind her ear, and she melted further. Then, finally, he reached down and gave her a small kiss. Nothing too serious; they were in public, after all.
"These Pokemon, the ones I do videos with. They're not like you."
"Luca?"
"To me, all they are is just a hole I fill. There's no love; it's just mindless thrusting until I'm told to cum." She grabbed onto his hand and pulled it onto her cheek. "To me, it isn't what we have. It's just sex."
"Cario?"
"We make love, love."
She snorted.
"Corny, I know, but it's true. With you, it's different. I may fuck these Pokemon, but I'd never want anything more with one than a quick orgasm."
She made a small, doubtful noise. Morgan chuckled to himself and leaned down again, giving her another kiss. This one was a bit deeper and went on for a bit longer. So long that, eventually, Luca pushed him away.
"I'd never do that to another Pokemon."
Luca rested both of her paws in her lap and looked down, that same pose she'd done when he first saw her in the adoption agency. For a few more minutes, they sat, Morgan was enjoying the nice, sunny weather, but once ten minutes had passed, he took his phone out. He began to type a message to his producer saying that Dave hadn't shown when a white van pulled up.
Morgan got up with Luca, stretching his legs, and walked over to it. Dave was there, looking at him. He seemed a bit mad.
"Where were you? I've been driving around for half an hour lookin' for you." He had a bit of a gruff, 'don't fuck with me,' kind of voice.
"At the Pokemart by Fifth and Central. Which is where you said you'd pick me up, ass."
"I said Forty-Fifth and Main." He frowned.
"Nope." Morgan took his phone out and opened the email. Scrolling down, he saw the bold letters of Fifth and Central, for this day, a half hour ago. After he showed it to Dave, the expression instantly dropped from his face.
"Oh. Sorry. Get in."
"One second."
"We're already behi-"
But Morgan walked away to Luca. He got on a knee and pulled her into a tight embrace, which she gladly returned. Then, after it went on for long enough, the two separated, and he gave her a small kiss.
"I'll get you a treat or something when I'm done. Shouldn't be more than an hour, okay?" She nodded, and he gave her another kiss before pressing her Pokeball against her shoulder.
When there was nothing but air in front of him, Morgan returned the small Pokeball to his loose-fitting basketball shorts and got in the van. Dave peeled off and headed down the road as he got his seatbelt.
"So, you know what you gotta do?"
"Owen said I needed to fuck a Pokemon for like, half an hour?"
"About. Or whenever I say enough is enough."
"Well, how long could that be?"
"Usually half an hour, but it all depends on you. This ain't a job for one-pump-chumps, y'know? If you feel close, tell me, and I'll give you this numbing jelly."
"I'm well aware of the nature of the job. I don't need any jelly." Morgan took a bit of offense to it.
"I guess we'll see." Dave snorted and pulled up to a few people.
It was… well, a lot more people than he'd expected. There was a trainer, two cameramen, and two other people. They piled into the back of the van, and Dave took off. A few minutes later, he turned off onto an area right next to the main road but still a bit off. It didn't matter, either way; there was privacy enough with the painted windows, but with everyone here…
"Alright, so here's the plan. Jack's on the camera; he's gonna record us having a nice conversation about Pokemon, right? You've read the script?"
"Religiously."
"Good, so he's going to record us and whatnot, we're gonna pull up to Liz back there, and we're gonna go for a bit of a ride, the four of us. After a bit, I'll tell Liz that I think Pokemon are hot or something along those lines.
"After, you'll agree with me, and ask Liz if she has any Pokemon we can have fun with. She'll say I'm a fat Miltank and doesn't want me near her Pokemon, but that you're hot and… why do I bother? It's a porno. You're gonna fuck her Pokemon, just try and make everything that comes before that somewhat normal, y'know? No weird laughs, no looking at the camera, and for the love of Arceus, no boners 'till the Pokemon comes out and sniffs around you."
"Which uh… what Pokemon is it, exactly?"
"Houndoom." Liz spoke up. She had a lovely voice.
"Oh, Arceus…" Morgan shivered. He'd never actually been with a fire type, let alone one as scary as Houndoom. "And the other three people? I get why we need you and Jack, but who are they?"
"Don't worry about 'em; they're for another shoot. They won't see your boner, don't worry." Dave grinned.
Morgan just shook his head and looked out the window as everyone got out, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do. He'd done porn before, hell, it was why he was here, but he'd never done porn like this. This wasn't some, "I'll hold the camera, you just suck" kind of operation like what he and Luca had. It was legit.
Dave got back into the van with a gruff sigh, and the two of them took off down the road. It was such a surreal experience, that he was not only about to have sex but be paid for it and paid well. This shoot alone was paying around fifty-thousand Pokebucks, which was more than enough for him, but on top of that, his contract gave him a small percentage of all ad revenue on the video for the duration of said agreement. After driving down the road for a bit, Dave turned the van around, and Jack got the camera rolling.
"You know what's rough?" Dave sighed and rubbed his eyes in an exasperated manner.
"What?"
"Picking up women. I tried a line at a bar last night, and nearly got laughed out! Do you want to hear it?"
"I ain't gonna get with you." Morgan grinned, deviating from the script. Then, when he got a stern look from Dave, he relented, "But sure, let's hear it."
"There was like, a six or seven that I wanted to woo, and I told her, 'You must be a Charmander, because you're hot."
"...well no wonder you were almost laughed out."
"Right? This is why I don't drink. Hey, you think it's 'cuz I compared her to a Pokemon?"
"What do you mean?" Ugh. So robotic, no room for improvement; whoever wrote this script was a hack.
"Well, chicks don't like being compared to Pokemon, right? But I think Pokemon are kind of hot, don't you?"
"Yeah, some are. I like feral types the most; anthro Pokemon like Lucario rub me the wrong way." Of course, this wasn't true, and it hurt to say… it was the one line he dreaded the most.
"Right? I could totally go for some four-legged action right about now. Hey, do you see that woman?"
"She looks lost… maybe she needs a ride?" Each line seemed to burst out of him; when they did, he was happy that he'd never have to repeat them.
"You think? Well, maybe we could ask." Dave pulled up to the 'hitchhiker' and rolled the window down. Liz leaned against it, chewing on a stick of gum; dear Arceus, did these writers watch any recent porn whatsoever or just schlocky 90s shit? "Hey beautiful, you need a lift?"
"Mmmm… Oh, I dunno. My daddy said never to accept rides from strangers." Daddy was something people in the south called their fathers, but it still sounded weird in that context, like she was an actual child.
"Well, I'm Dave, and this here is Morgan. And you are…?"
"I'm Liz." She stuck her hand out cheerfully and then got into the van. Porn plots, man, porn plots. Once she was inside, Dave drove off.
"So Liz, where you headed?" Morgan asked, moving to the back of the van.
"Oh, I'm just traveling the countryside with my Pokemon." She cheerfully explained.
"What kind of Pokemon? Me and my buddy driving were just talking about how much we loved them."
"Oh, he's a Houndoom."
"A Houndoom? I've never seen one of those before!" Morgan exclaimed in a fake, cheerful way.
"Oh! Oh, well, do you wanna?" She took the Pokeball out of… seemingly nowhere and held it up. "He's real friendly. Oh, I should say, though, he's in heat."
"What does THAT mean?"
"It means he's really horny…." Liz grinned.
"Well, I hope you've been helping him out with that!"
"I have, but the thing is, he isn't horny for me… Houndoom is super gay. He loves," Liz leaned in close, super close, and grabbed his groin. "Being fucked."
"Oh my! Well, it's a good thing I have a dick."
"Yeah, you do, big boy. Let's see it!" She undid his zipper and pulled his pants down. Maybe her surprise was legitimate, and maybe it wasn't; she was an actor after all.
What was legitimate was her hand grabbing and rubbing his bulge through his purposefully tight boxer briefs. Morgan went along with it; he couldn't help but have this dumb grin on his face. His producer told him about it; it's a grin most first-timers make. He shouldn't try and force a stern look because it comes across as him looking like a serial killer post-edit.
Liz was pretty good at this. Morgan had been with Luca only up until this point, so this was, technically, the first time another human had been this intimate with him. Her fingers felt a lot stronger and felt considerably more maneuverable than Luca's paws were. Who knows, maybe he should find a real girlfriend instead of his Pokemon…
No.
That was his horny voice talking. It demanded all sorts of unreasonable things. Morgan never followed through with them. As soon as he was hard as a rock, Liz grabbed underneath his elastic waistband and yanked his underwear down; he helped her remove them completely. She brought them up and gave a good sniff.
"Mmm… you smell like someone who's good at sex!" Those were a fresh pair of underwear.
"What can I say? When I see a good-looking Pokemon, I can't help but fuck it!"
"Oh, well, maybe you can help me out then!" Liz released Houndoom. "Go, Houndoom! Come on out and come get some!"
Morgan tried not to show his nerves as he absentmindedly kept his dick hard. Houndoom came out of his ball and instantly climbed on Liz, licking her all playfully. He was a rather frightening Pokemon, what, with his pitch black fur, were those bones on his back or what? And the horns, they were as frightening as they were long.
"Oh, c'mon, boy! Get off!" She playfully gave Houndoom a slight shove.
Houndoom growled disappointingly and sat; Morgan was able to get a good look at his groin. He had a massive set of balls and a heavy sheath to match. Already he could see the tip bulging out, a dark red color with an odd, sloped spouted tip. After looking for a few seconds, Morgan thanked his past self for refusing to be fucked by a Pokemon because Houndoom looked like he'd be able to split him in half.
"That's a big Pokemon!" Morgan cried out in a fake, scared voice.
It drew the attention of the Houndoom, who glanced over at Morgan, looked him dead in the eyes. Arceus, he hoped he'd never have to see another Houndoom again. After a second, Houndoom went over and started sniffing around Morgan's groin, his spade-tipped tail wagging happily. Then, he began to lick.
His tongue took long, slow swipes up his dick as Morgan jerked. It felt… perfect. He knew from the commenters he talked to that Fire types were naturally hotter, internally, than regular Pokemon were, and he'd expected to walk away with first-degree burns once he'd heard that he'd be with a Houndoom, but this was nice.
It wasn't that much hotter than Luca's tongue was, not by a detectable margin, that is. After a few minutes of getting licked, he gave a fake moan and put both hands on the Pokemon's horns. There was nothing really too incredible or exciting about being licked by a Pokemon he hardly knew, aside from the slight pleasure it brought him. However, when he led his dick to Houndoom's maw, that was a different story.
It was considerably smaller than Luca was, which didn't make much sense, and incredibly hotter. He guessed that his tongue got colder when exposed to air or something because having half his dick in Houndoom's mouth made him sigh with delight. Morgan would have been content with just half, but Houndoom quickly worked down his shaft, down and down until he gagged on the last inch. After a shiver, Morgan used his horns and pulled the muzzle down on the last tiny bit left.
"Holy Arceus…" He moaned out as Houndoom began to suck on him.
Honestly, Morgan began to get a bit worried. He usually considered himself to have good stamina, above average, at the very least. Overall, his longest video had been about a half hour of just sheer fucking with Luca in every imaginable position; the cumshot had been massive. But Houndoom was a different story.
Between the incredible heat he felt and the sheer exhilaration he felt by having not one but three people actively watching him fuck a Pokemon's muzzle, he was close. Morgan gave more scripted moans - it called for at least ten good, believable moans that lasted for five seconds each - and thought ugly thoughts to delay his orgasm.
Dead babies. Forest fires. Climate change.
It didn't work. He looked to Liz, who herself had stripped completely naked and was by Houndoom's rear, sucking away at his dick holyshitwasthathisdick
Houndoom had at least a foot-long shaft before ending with two tennis ball-sized bulges; to call it intimidating wouldn't do it justice. He knew that Pokemon generally had bigger dicks, but this was just… insane. And Liz was there, sucking away, able to get a good five, six inches in before pulling back; it was impressive, especially considering the sheer girth of the shaft she was drooling on.
"He's a good little cock sucker, isn't he?" Morgan finally remembered the line.
"He's not the only one." Liz said, making sure Jack caught her wink on camera.
"Well, I like getting my cock sucked, but I like stuffing it in tight Pokemon ass even more!" Morgan died internally. Porn script is the worst.
"Oh, good thing Houndoom has an ass for you to fuck!"
"Lemme at it!" That was the last line he'd have to say. The rest were just moans and 'oh fucks'.
Morgan and Liz swapped places, and Houndoom turned around. It was a bit hard to stand on the bus, he had to bend his knees uncomfortably, but it was either that or put his head at a weird angle. He made his way over to the rear of Houndoom, and Jack zoomed up close on his dick after Morgan grabbed his tail. After rubbing himself against the tight, puckered hole for a few moments, Jack gave a thumbs up.
"Cut, I guess." He murmured.
"Aw, what? Why?" Jack put the camera down a bit.
"Hey, Dave? You got that numbing shit?"
"First time with a fire type?" Liz chuckled, sliding out from Houndoom.
"Y-yeah, sorry."
"No need, let's just take ten." Dave grabbed Morgan's shoulder and handed him the bottle. "Rub some on your prick, then wipe it off after like, five minutes."
"Got it."
"You're doin' good, kid." His older man smacked his back and returned to the driver's seat, pulling out his phone.
Morgan sat next to Liz and Houndoom; Jack had gone outside to fiddle with the camera. He squirted some of the odd jelly onto his palm and applied it as Houndoom watched. The gigantic cock between his hind legs throbbed, Arceus…
"That's why Houndy's one of our best Pokemon actors." Liz grinned, giving Houndy a few scratches.
"Honestly, I've never seen anything so big. At least, in person."
"Knot and all, he's around fifteen inches."
"Have you ever managed to… y'know?"
"Tie with him? No, but if you ever meet Jeremy, he has."
"A dude?!"
"It's Jeremy, not just some dude. He's taken bigger, longer; honestly, he's pretty fuckin' good at this job." Liz handed him a rag. "Hey, wipe that shit off. If you leave it on for too long, you'll never cum."
"Oh, yeah, thanks." Honestly, Morgan had all but forgotten he had a dick. This stuff, whatever it was, worked well. "So, how long have you worked here?"
"I'm about seven years into a ten-year contract."
"Ten years?"
"Well, what else am I supposed to do? College is too expensive, and I got a kid to feed."
"A kid?" Liz certainly didn't look like she'd given birth before.
"A kid. Anyway, I don't really want to talk about it. You ready?"
Morgan flicked his dick and felt nothing. He nodded, and the two of them got back into position. Dave called Jack back in, and once they were all set up, he called action. Morgan began by slowly putting a bit of lube on his still throbbing erection, which he didn't feel, and then pushed it into Houndoom. The only thing he felt there was the heat.
He grabbed Houndoom, pushing inch after inch into the Pokemon, but remembered something in the script about, once he was halfway in, to thrust the rest in. Well, the halfway point was met, and he thrust in. Houndoom howled out in surprise, but Morgan didn't let up; he continued thrusting in and out. He fucked this Pokemon like it had never been fucked before.
While his dick slid in and out of Houndoom's increasingly warm rear, he couldn't help but peek down at Liz, who was moaning incredibly loud. Although his eyes nearly bulged at how much she was able to take, she could get right up to his knot with ease. Her stomach even bulged… what an incredible sight.
Whenever he humped into Houndoom, he'd push the Pokemon forward, which would, in turn, push him into Liz. It was an incredible feeling, fucking someone via something you're fucking. Morgan grabbed Houndoom's tail and leaned further into him, letting out a few moans. He could feel Jack behind him, getting the shot of a lifetime, his sack smacking against Houndoom's, Houndoom fucking Liz, Liz spread wide on the van seat by his massive cock.
After a long series of intense, mindless thrusting, moans, and grunts, as well as the occasional 'oh fuck,' Morgan slowly but surely felt the numbing agent begin to wear off. Not by much, at first, but the longer he continued to thrust, the more he felt the clench around his cock. The more he felt the heat embracing him. The more he realized he was balls deep in the ass of a Houndoom.
Once he'd given three more thrusts, he knew that an orgasm was inevitable. Not soon, but he slowed his movements down slightly so that he could last a few minutes longer, but it was hard. Every time he pushed in, Morgan felt just… such incredible resistance against his efforts. Houndoom, he wondered, was he really okay with being fucked?
All the clenching and resistance made him feel lightheaded, even if it was Houndoom expressing his displeasure in being fucked. Something about fucking such a warm Pokemon, how the beast growled his name as Morgan slid down to his hilt, it was an incredible feeling. With a grin, he grabbed the base of Houndoom's tail and began to rut him hard and fast.
Gone was the urge to resist his orgasm. Gone was the desire to put on a good show. At this point, something inside of Morgan really liked the power he felt over Houndoom. Just being able to grab the base of his tail in one hand and the last of the boney horn things on his back and use them as handles, all for the express purpose of ramming his dick in harder and harder…
It made him lightheaded.
"You ready for this, mutt?" Morgan murmured, loud enough for the camera as he leaned down close to Houndoom's head. He wasn't too sure where the Pokemon's ears were, but Houndoom certainly realized he was being spoken to.
Morgan abandoned the tail and the backbone thing, grabbing both of Houndoom's horns and pulling back. The Pokemon growled with a delightful disdain, but Morgan didn't care; he just leaned further into the thrusts, savoring the smack smack smack of his balls against Houndoom ass. Liz also felt the fruits of his reward, moaning louder than she had before.
A small sliver of fear ran down his entire body as he heard a big, frantic gasp from Liz. Morgan looked down and shuddered; his thrusting directly resulted in Houndoom's nearly seven inches in diameter knot tying with her. He looked over at the Pokemon; Houndoom was on cloud nine, just utterly delighted. On the other hand, Liz looked like she was struggling not to faint.
It certainly brought him over the edge. The script called for him to cum close to Houndoom's asshole so that they'd be able to get a good shot of it leaking out, but it was tough to accomplish. All he wanted to do was empty his balls as deep as he could inside of Houndoom, breed him, make him his bitch. For the sake of his future, though, Morgan pulled right out till his tip was the only thing remaining.
As Jack zoomed up on his throbbing, slick shaft, Morgan let everything loose. It felt beyond amazing; he hadn't shot a load in over three or four days. That amount of cum was something he hardly saved up since Luca was rather… horny… when she was in heat. Although he gave all sorts of fake moans for the camera, in truth, he was pretty quiet when he came, nine times out of ten, not making any sound at all. And, when the scene was finally finished, Morgan pulled out, stroking whatever was left on the cum already gushing out of his rear.
Feeling lightheaded, he stumbled backward and eventually sat back on the passenger's seat next to Dave. The sound of heavy Pokemon and human panting filled the van. He and Dave sat silently for the next few minutes as Houndoom emptied his balls into Liz. It was a relaxing silence.
. . .
I shifted, pulling my erection away from my pants.
This old ass man, this old ass Pokemon fucker was getting me hard as a rock just by talking about his experiences. Usually, it wasn't easy for me to get such a firm hard-on; I needed to have something in front of me, I needed to be stroking my dick, but just the way he was able to describe certain things about his career as a porn star… it made me wild.
Thankfully, he seemed too enamored in his thoughts to notice just how I was sitting, just how I was able to hide my boner. I pretended to write some stuff down, but I was just scribbling some doodles to look busy. It would be impossible to write a story on anything he was telling me now anyway; we weren't that kind of magazine.
"Ah, yeah. Those were the days." Morgan sighed, snapping back to reality.
"What next?"
"Bah, I ended up leaving after a while. The Pokemon, I don't want to accuse anyone or point fingers, but half the time, they didn't really want to fuck with some random guy or gal. But you know Pokemon when they're told to do something by their trainer, they do it. And if the trainer happens to get rich in the process, well." He shrugged. "My contract expired, and I didn't renew it after the first few news articles came out about the practices. However, working for a company wasn't the worst thing in the world."
. . .
An email.
The sound popped up on the phone as a softly moaning Morgan was being sucked off by Luca. He opened it up and glanced at the sender; it had been the company. Hudson Valley Studios.
His heart skipped a beat, he gently scratched Luca's head. Hudson Valley Studios was one of the biggest companies out there that manufactured Pokemon porn. They were known for some of the biggest, most downloaded smut out there, and he was going to be a part of it, assuming he signed the contract. All he needed to do was send it to his lawyer to make sure there wasn't any funny business about it and sign.
The only thing that gave Morgan some pause was the amount of time the contract was for. Five years might not seem like a lengthy contract for most, but five years as a porn star was a lot. It was a lot of working out; it was a lot of eating right, it was a lot of staying in top physical form. The past few years he'd spent with Heissman's company, with Dave driving him around from place to place, had been fun and all, but it was taxing.
Especially on Luca.
Morgan shuddered as he felt her bite down a bit on his tip. He looked down and saw Luca frowning at him. She jabbed a paw towards the phone. With an apologetic smile, he nodded and turned do not disturb on, tossing the thing across the room to his desk. it landed with a plop on the floor, dammit…
Luca being jealous of his career wasn't the issue; it was the time he spent away from her. Even if each shoot lasted for an hour, maybe more, maybe less, Morgan tried to spend as little time as he could away from her. He guessed something about her trainer being entirely absent for most of her life, but it wasn't that big of a deal. In fact, Morgan loved it.
He didn't mind that she was needy, because he loved her. Actually, truly loved her; Luca was the reason he hadn't married Liz or even asked her out. There was just a bond between them that he never wanted to end… Morgan, a human, was utterly, hopelessly in love with Luca.
Once that extraordinary flood of emotions washed over him with the intensity of a tsunami, Morgan groaned, shoved Luca down the length of his shaft, and emptied his balls down her throat. Like the obedient partner she was, Luca didn't withdraw her snout, didn't stop sucking, and didn't stop using her tongue to coax more and more of his cum out of his balls until he was finished. When he finally shot his last, Luca sucked upwards, giving his pulsing tip a loving nuzzle, before cuddling up to him. The two of them shared a small kiss.
"You're just. So incredible." Morgan truly meant it. He loved Luca.
"Cario…" She whispered sweetly.
"Mhm. The best Pokemon a man could ever ask for." Morgan pulled her tight against him and gave her another kiss. "Hey, what do you think about that Hudson Valley place?"
Luca glanced up at him, cocking her head to the side. He opened his phone again and showed her the contract. Morgan didn't know if Luca could read it, but, judging by her eyes growing wide, she'd picked up how to read.
"It's not like that other place. I'll have more of a say as to when I work and who I work with." He opened the website and scrolled through the categories of Pokemon employed by Hudson Valley. "I mean, look at all these Pokemon. They look happy, right?"
They did indeed, but that wasn't indicative of their overall health. Luca glanced through it but stopped when she saw another Lucario. She pointed to him with a paw, muttering her name. Morgan shrugged.
"What about him?"
"Cario!"
"I won't do anything with him if you don't want me to. I know how you feel about this business in the first place." Morgan kept holding her tight. "I'll have enough experience after this contract to do my own stuff, make my own company."
She pointed at the bedside dresser that the camera was in. It was the camera they'd used at the beginning of their career; it still held fond memories between them. All the sex and orgasms they'd shared, all the kisses and hugs… it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she meant.
"I could. We could go into business now. But from what I've heard, all those websites are extremely competitive. Worse than signing on. C'monnn…"
Luca gave him a weary look, then sighed and nodded. Morgan smiled and gave her another kiss.
. . .
He wore loose-fitting clothing on his first day. Shorts. A t-shirt. A nice, warm hoodie. Socks and crocs. His appearance garnered some looks from the staff, but he'd soon be naked. After finding the set he was supposed to be on, Morgan loitered around until he was approached.
"Hey, Morgan!" He looked. It was the ummm… someone.
"Hello, good to finally meet you… Sorry, I'm a bit fuzzy with your name."
"It's Sandra?"
"No, no, your last?"
"Ah, Holmes."
It was hard for him to realize that his little trick had worked. Sandra Holmes now that he remembered, was the lady who'd reached out to him in the first place about working for Hudson Valley. He also hadn't put a name to her face until now.
"Alright, well, we're just going to get right into it. I assume you've read the contract to the best of your ability?"
"Y-yeah?"
"Good. We're not like other porn companies. Instead of doing some…." Sandra grimaced. "Story, if you can call it that, we're all about the scenes. All you gotta do is fuck the Pokemon, last as long as you want, and take a paycheck home."
"That's… that's it?"
"Yep. Now, I figured we'd stick you with Lucario for the first video. He's generally who we test new people wit-"
"I can't work with him." Morgan was a bit surprised at just how surprised Sandra looked.
"Well, hun, why not?"
"My Luca, she's a Lucario; she was fine with me doing this, but only if I didn't do anything with the Lucario here."
"Aren't you the Pokemon trainer here?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're Luca, that's her name, right? You're her trainer. What you say goes, right?" Sandra crossed her arms. "So, why would you-"
"I'm as much of her trainer as she is mine." Morgan frowned. "It's not like that between us."
"Well, uh…" She scratched her head a bit. "I guess that's it then."
"Huh?"
"You're not the only hot young dude out there that likes to fuck Pokemon. Sorry to break it to you."
"But the contract…?"
"I'm very specific as to who I work with. Included is a clause that lets me decide when there's a just cause for termination or not." She shrugged and began to walk away.
What? Why couldn't they just let him fuck some other Pokemon? Why did it have to be this Lucario? Morgan didn't want to do it, but the truth was that Hudson Valley was paying him a lot of money just to fuck Pokemon. So what if it was only the Lucario they had, as long as it was one time.
"Yes?" Sandra turned back to him.
"Can I see him?"
"Mmm…" She hesitated, looking Morgan up and down. Then, after a few seconds, she shrugged and gave a sharp, shrill whistle.
After a few seconds, a Lucario came up to Morgan. He was a bit taller than Luca, and, besides his chest and forepaw spikes being ground down to nubs, he was almost identical to Luca. The Lucario sat down on a couch and spread his legs, giving Morgan a better view of what he had to offer.
Instead of the black spade, this Lucario had a nice set of round, fuzzy blue balls and a sheath to match. Small, tiny tufts of fur grew out all over this Lucario, stray fur that needed a trim but gave him a unique appearance. Already his tip was poking out. It was red, pointy, and already beading with precum. Morgan gulped, feeling his shorts pull against his stiffening cock.
"You don't have to say you love him. You don't have to spend any time with him outside the set." Sandra went next to him. "All you gotta do is spend half an hour with him, maybe more, but nothing over an hour or two. No scripts, no silly lines, hell, you don't even have to kiss him if you don't feel like it."
"That's not the point."
"Luca, that's her name, right?"
"Yes?"
"Doesn't she want to see you succeed? You've been doing this for some time; there's a reason you were offered a spot instead of anyone else." Sandra looked over at the Lucario. He seemed a bit offended anyone wouldn't want to immediately fuck him. "C'mon. You're already stiff down there just thinking about it. And he's ready to go, right Lucario?"
In response, the Lucario leaned back on the couch, smiling as he showed his asshole off; dear Arceus, he wasn't making this easy for Morgan. It was this tiny, tight, pink hole, immaculately clean, a porn-star quality asshole if there ever was one. Morgan could see him clenching; he looked tight, maybe even tighter than Luca, not that he'd ever attempted to do anything with her butt more than once. Combining all that… all that Pokemon, with his horny mind, the contract, the job, the urgency he felt to do it, and the lack of blood in his brain in lieu of his cock, Morgan couldn't do much but shiver, look over at Sandra, and nod.
Lucario jumped up with delight; he had been waiting to be fucked by Morgan for a while now. As his hand was taken, his paw felt… oddly softer than Luca's. The two of them walked, Morgan had to slow down to account for the Lucario's small height, into a room, just a simple room with a bed, dresser, all the stuff a regular bedroom would have, with the exception of there being quite a lot of sex toys, lube, and other such devices all over the place. The Lucario pushed him down onto the bed, and a cameraman walked in, silent, recording, quiet. Morgan knew not to look at the camera longer than he had to.
"No… no script?" He looked at Lucario; the Pokemon smiled and shook his head no. "No lines, no nothing?" Again, a shake of the head.
Arceus. Morgan hadn't done this in years. The last time he'd been able to fuck a Pokemon without having some awful story to remember and rehearse, it had been years, since before he'd signed on with Dave and the rest of the crew. Lucario's paw rubbed against Morgan's groin, making his eager length grow harder and harder. It soon became easier to accept what he was about to do, in fact, part of him began to look forward to it.
"Alright then. Let's get these shorts off."
Morgan took his shirt off, revealing his tanned, somewhat muscular body. He was lean but had muscle, and Lucario didn't do much but gawk at him. After tossing his shirt aside, Morgan undid his belt, taking it off slowly as Lucario's eyes grew wider. Then came the shoes, shorts, and socks, all in quick succession. Finally, he sat down, spreading his legs and rubbing his thighs as Lucario knelt before him.
Leading curious paws to his bulge, Morgan sighed softly and leaned back. Lucario gave him an odd look but began to knead the bulge between his soft paw pads, which got him hard as a rock. Morgan didn't know how his cock hadn't sprung out of his rather tight boxer briefs until this point, but he knew it was about to when Lucario dug his paws under the elastic.
Surely enough, when pulled down, his shaft sprung up, nearly hitting Lucario in the snout. It was much bigger than the Pokemon had expected, judging by his surprised barks and wide eyes. Morgan smirked as he stroked slowly; it was funny how his dick was hypnotizing this Pokemon. He patted next to himself, calling Lucario to join him, to sit next to him.
Hesitantly, Lucario obeyed. When he stood, Morgan could see his leaky length already throbbing, knot looking painfully erect. He pulled Lucario closer until the two were side by side, hard as rocks and blushing like idiots. Arceus, Lucario was hung… just about as big as he was, about eight inches with his knot and everything.
"So, what do you think we should do?" Morgan whispered in Lucario's ear, quiet, but not quiet enough to where the cameraman wouldn't be able to pick it up with his setup.
"Cario?" Lucario cocked his head to the side, just like… Morgan gulped and smiled.
"How about we ummm…."
After thinking for a bit, he reached around Lucario, reached down, and wrapped his hand around the Pokemon's throbbing erection. He thought he'd hurt the Pokemon, judging by how hard he jumped, but it certainly wasn't apparent if he was in any pain. Lucario gave a dreamy sigh and leaned back in Morgan's arm, burying his head in his chest. Morgan had been planning on mutual masturbation, but Lucario, panting and shivering, clearly hadn't been touched like this often. So why not put on a bit of a show for the camera?
It was what he was here for anyway… right?
Morgan grabbed Lucario a bit tighter and scooched back on the bed, then moved the Pokemon, so he was leaning down on a pillow. On a table next to him was an assortment of sex toys, brands he recognized… So Hudson Valley had brand deals with these companies? Huh.
He grabbed a PokeButt toy, a small one modeled after a Buizel's butt. It was small, tight looking; it looked… well, like a butthole. There was another one on the table next to it; this one was modeled after a Raichu. It was a bit bigger, and the hole was a bit puffier than the Buizel's. Maybe he'd use it if the Buizel toy proved to be too small.
Lucario watched, paws covering his blushing face as Morgan crawled back between his legs. As he brought the toy closer to his tip, Lucario whined, leaking hard… Arceus he was excited… Morgan lined the toy up and pushed most of it down with the same movement. Lucario moaned his name and tried to push Morgan away, but his pushes… they didn't seem too strong… was he just acting?
Morgan quickly placed Lucario's paws on his chest and began to work the toy up and down his throbbing, knotted cock. The toy had a small plug that he stuck a thumb into; he squeezed out all the air from the internal tube of the toy for a more intense pull on the Lucario and kept at it. Each time he spread the small Buizel toy down Lucario's cock, the Pokemon tried to hump upwards and knot it, but Morgan would pull away at the last second, making Lucario desperately try again. He'd hump upwards, and his hefty ball sack would swing up, hitting Morgan's wrist. It felt amazing having such a needy Pokemon in the palm of his hands.
"That's a good puppy…." As he worked down, Morgan began to twist the toy, causing Lucario to yip; shivers ran through the Pokemon's body.
The toy, which was maybe five inches long, gave him quite a lot of room to work with; it especially left that throbbing, painfully erect-looking knot all alone… Morgan sat up a bit, kneeling in front of Lucario, and continued to jerk him off with the Buizel toy, but reached down with his free hand and scooped Lucario's knot up, holding the throbbing Pokemon cock as one would a wine glass.
Lucario yipped his name, and paws went flying to Morgan's wrist. He looked up and saw this hazy, needy look in Lucario's eyes. When he squeezed a bit harder, feeling the wet, hot knot bulge in his palm, Morgan wondered just how good it felt. He pressed a tiny bit more and looked up; Lucario was lost in a haze of utter pleasure and sincere delight. This wasn't acting.
He gave it some thought as he continued to massage and jerk Lucario off. This knot wasn't here for nothing; it usually went into a tight hole right before he shot a load. Maybe, by having his hand wrapped snugly around his knot, Morgan stimulated that feeling…
"Who's a good puppy?" Morgan asked as he jerked faster. Lucario's eyes shot open; he gave this weird, choked, growly moan and began to pant. "Are you going to cum a lot for me?"
Lucario clenched his eyes shut and nodded; he began to look like he was focused on building up as big of a load as he possibly could, just for Morgan. He began to hump, and Morgan didn't stop him this time. Lucario used his hand and the fleshlight as hard as he wanted to, that explosive orgasm drawing closer and closer.
He gave a sharp growl and a nod, eyes shooting open; Lucario looked Morgan dead in the eyes. It was odd, just how hazy they grew, and the fact that Morgan could see more and more pleasure building up… were men always this readable? He decided to have fun with it and quickly removed his hands from Lucario's groin.
The action was met with some disappointment from the Pokemon; Lucario gave an annoyed yowl, looking down at Morgan with a slight frown. It was kinda cute, but Morgan had other plans for Lucario. As much as he wanted to bring the Pokemon to a mind-blowing orgasm right here and now, it would ruin the fun for at least one of them… now was his turn for some fun.
But what to do, what to do…
There was always a blowjob. It would be immensely satisfying to have Lucario somehow get on his knees - did he even have knees? - and suck him off. Would he feel much different from Luca? Who had more skill?
He could fuck him, as well. Lucario's rear looked insanely inviting, as tight and puckered as it was. So Morgan, after eating it out for a few minutes - for the camera, of course - he could bend Lucario over and take him… well, Lucario style. Hands and knees. Could drag him on top of him…
Unfortunately, frotting was out of the picture. As much as Morgan wanted to feel wet, warm, slick cock against his own, especially from a Lucario, he didn't think that Lucario could last that much longer if he tried something like that. He definitely wanted to try, though.
What he decided on, however, wasn't any of those. Neither blowjob nor ass eating nor ass fucking nor frotting. Instead of that, Morgan sat on his heels, right at the bottom of Lucario's paws, and began to feel them. His legs were big, and the paws followed suit. Each one was rougher than the paw pads on his hands, but the strength, combined with the texture when Morgan sandwiched his cock between both sets…
Lucario took the hint and began to give him the beanjob he wanted. He stroked himself off lazily in the meantime, adopting this gleeful, horny smile as he fucked Morgan between his thick paw pads; it felt incredible. It was like getting a handjob from Luca, but the paw pads were just… more present. Morgan gave a slight moan as he pressed the paws closer together, fucking them harder.
They felt so full, so thick. Each and every inch of the pads sent shivers down his spine as they dragged against his tender shaft. Morgan reached over with a shaky hand and grabbed some lube, dabbing some on… well, everywhere. The beans, his cock, some even dribbled down, but by now, Morgan was too turned on to care.
He grabbed Lucario's paws and squished them against his length harder than before; the pressure, oh Arceus, felt amazing. Lucario moaned softly as he fucked inch after inch; Morgan needed more of this pleasure. Every now and again, his tip would poke between one of the clenching paws, causing Lucario to chuckle a tiny bit. Morgan would quickly correct himself, though. It was odd that he never tried anything like this with Luca…
Morgan began to grunt as cock slid against paw. The sounds of wet shaft against wet paw pad felt beyond amazing. Then, after a particularly hard thrust, Morgan felt himself getting pulled forward. He followed, confused, until Lucario brought his hands down, meeting his paws almost perfectly. Morgan shivered.
He withdrew his cock and looked at what he was about to stick it back into. Paws, nothing but soft, pink, wet paw pads. After a gulp, Morgan started, slowly, the sensations and euphoria getting the better of him before he even got to Lucario's hands. When he felt those paw pads close around his tip, forcing him to thrust harder to work it between them, he couldn't help but groan.
Trying not to curse as he fucked this Pokemon's paws was more challenging than he thought. He wanted to be as silent as he could, but each time he pushed against the pads, he found himself grunting from the pleasurable strain. His hands were the tightest thing Morgan had ever fucked before, that was for sure. He had to use more and more lube just to even slip his tip inside of them.
Soon, he needed to cum. Morgan didn't know how he hadn't felt this way at the beginning, maybe it was the nervousness of it all, but that was gone now. All he could feel now was a sheer desire to make this Lucario his, to paint him with his cum. He needed to mark this Lucario as his.
Morgan put his hands on Lucario's waist and worked hard to flip the Pokemon over. Then, after a bit of pushing and maneuvering, he grabbed the base of Lucario's tail and, with his other hand firmly guiding, sunk into the Pokemon's tight hole. Lucario gave a shrill, surprised yelp as Morgan pushed his entire length into him but soon became softer than putty and began to pant.
The sound of sheer, delightful sex soon filled the room. Slaps and moans, swears, and Lucario's name were taken in turn as Morgan fucked Lucario. The only difference between him and the other Lucario was that this Lucario was a hell of a lot tighter. Morgan pushed and pulled his cock out of Lucario's rear faster but slow enough not to hurt the considerably smaller Pokemon.
It was hard, though. He was right when he saw Lucario's asshole for the first time; this Pokemon loved to clench his hole. Something about that just made Morgan absolutely crazy; he grabbed Lucario's tail even tighter than before and continued to fuck his cock into him. With each thrust, Lucario gave a shrill, delighted yip… he was enjoying this just as much as Morgan was, and judging by the wet slap his canine cock gave Morgan's thigh, he was close as well.
He tried to hold off the orgasm for as long as he could, but honestly, the thoughts of delaying the orgasm were few and far between. All he wanted to do was empty his balls into Lucario's ass. All he wanted to do was cum. Again, Lucario whined; this time, it sounded like a soft, dull moan. Morgan looked up to see that he was looking back at him, eyes hazy again. Lucario nodded.
Out of the blue, he slapped Lucario's ass.
He felt the Pokemon tense up unlike ever before and yowl; the surprising noise seemed to frighten everyone in the room. Morgan saw Lucario frowning at him angrily, but as soon as he began to fuck him again, that look faded. He did this a few more times; whenever Lucario got close, a firm, quick slap on his ass. The angry eyes were a little funny; they glared at him every time and, without fail, went away as soon as Morgan returned to thrusting.
The fun slaps were nice and all, but they didn't do much to delay his own orgasm. Morgan knew how he wanted to finish, but honestly, it was so hard… especially when he was balls deep in and in the process of fucking Lucario. Resentfully, he pulled out, letting his length fall between his legs. Lucario looked back expectantly, but Morgan just smiled.
Smiled and flipped him around so that he was on his back again. Lucario looked up, confused, but that confusion soon turned into delight as Morgan rested his shaft on Lucario's. The Pokemon gave an interesting yowl; Morgan grinned and grabbed the Raichu fleshlight on the bedside table next to them. After a dollop of lube was squirted inside, he got to work.
It was a bit hard, with the two being rather hung, but eventually, Morgan could work both of their throbbing, leaking tips into the puffy Raichu asshole. Lucario began to shiver as Morgan leaned on him, pressing his shaft against the Pokemon's knot. Once the two of them were comfortable, he slid the toy up and down their shafts, causing moans from both parties.
Lucario began to hump, and Morgan didn't stop him; he couldn't. He'd wanted to fuck this toy together for more than a few minutes, but, between him fucking Lucario, the excitement, everything, he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to last. Lucario's tongue dropped out of his mouth and hung from the side as he humped, paws resting on Morgan's hand, which held the toy. Morgan shivered and began to thrust into the toy as well.
He wanted to cum with Lucario, but he knew the show took priority. Lucario didn't last much longer once Morgan began to thrust. He cried out his name and began to empty his hefty Pokemon balls all over his creamy white fur. Morgan felt the clenching, felt the throbbing shaft spew cum all over the two of them. He pulled out of the toy and led it all the way down, forcing Lucario to knot it, and began to jerk the Pokemon off with the few inches that poked out of the end of the toy.
Lucario only began to yowl in delight as he was jerked off and seemingly came even harder. More and more just emptied out; this was genuinely the biggest cumshot Morgan had ever seen. He'd even jerked an Arcanine off that came less than this Lucario was shooting now. When all was said and done, cum was everywhere, but Morgan was still ready to shoot his own load.
Working fast, he left the toy tied with Lucario and knelt down next to him. Lucario looked at him with hazy eyes, wondering what he was about to do when he was blasted in the face with a rope of Morgan's cum. But, instead, he opened his mouth as Morgan began to empty his own balls onto and into him, rope after rope of cum pelting him. Morgan couldn't help but curse as his mind was jackhammered with the delight that only being with a Lucario can bring. It was a delight unlike any other.
Once he'd drenched the Pokemon, Morgan slumped down next to him, panting, sweaty, exhausted. Lucario cuddled up close to him, and the camera zoomed up on the tired Pokemon 'falling' asleep on him. After a few seconds, the cameraman gave a thumbs up, clicked the camera off, and walked out of the room, sporting a noticeable tent.
Morgan didn't really move much afterward. Lucario stayed cuddled up with him for a few minutes before stretching, getting up, and using a nearby towel to clean himself up. He yipped as he pulled the Raichu fleshlight from his knot, shivered, and put it down. After he was clean, he tossed a clean towel to Morgan, smiled at him, and walked out of the room, cock slowly shrinking back into his sheath.
Once he was alone, it hit Morgan what he'd done.
. . .
I adopted a more stern, understanding face as Mr. Fraser looked at a photo of him and Luca. He continued to talk about the guilt he felt afterward and how he nearly didn't return. How whatever he had with Luca grew more and more strained. How he wasn't too sure back then whether or not the industry had been something he'd wanted to continue after a few months.
"Eventually, it was uh. Well, just me, just." He shrugged. "I'd go in, fuck some new and exotic Pokemon, and then go home. Arceus, this is hard to talk about."
"We can stop at any time," I said, shutting my tablet. "I've got more than enough for a story, even if I still have questions."
Mr. Fraser looked down at the photo, and this glum look kinda spread over his face. Finally, he put it down and shook his head, motioning with his hand to keep going.
"Well, if I have my history correct, Hudson Valley had you for a good ten years, right?"
"I renewed my contract with them three or four times until my looks faded. Seeing a hot young dude fuck a Pokemon was good for a quick orgasm, but an older guy? That's for a specific audience, and one Hudson didn't cater to."
"So, after you left?"
"Once I'd decided to leave, starting my own company was really the only thing that interested me. I was a bit too old for acting, and I have to admit that I still look on those first few months of starting my own company rather fondly.
"My name was rather well known in the adult video community, there were a lot of hot young nobodies that wanted to work under me, so I figure why not? So I started a few different ideas; the first one was me walking around with my Pokemon until we 'found' some hot young person that could be persuaded, for a fee, of course, to have sex with the Pokemon. That one was really popular.
"Eventually, that turned into driving around looking for people, like my first job. People liked it, we provided it, and life was good until there were some public obscenity charges. After those, we had to calm down and localized to one area: a studio by Kanto.
"There, we brought in a lot of people. Actors that were rather well known in the industry, we had them fuck all sorts of Pokemon. That seemed to be one of the more popular things I produced, and for a while, it was all I was content on doing."
He sat silent for a while, twiddling his thumbs.
"And regarding the allegations?" He must have known the question would eventually come up.
"I chalk it up, and I still believe it to this day that one of the hiring managers wasn't thinking right. There was, or, still is, a culture of…." He shook his hand, frowning, then, "hush-hush would be the best way to describe it. If you fuck a Pokemon, get fucked by one. But, even if it's as simple as a handjob in your room, people generally would rather sweep it under the rug and pretend it didn't happen.
"That's not to say there isn't a lot of pretend moral outrage, though. Parents and strict old ladies hate this kind of stuff, hate the work I do. So, when it came out that my company had hired an underage actress, well." He frowned. "Arceus."
"They crucified you?"
"That they did. I had no input in the hiring processes and nothing to do with it at all, but hey, I managed the company. Taking me out was a big win for all those morally 'right' people out there." Morgan shook his head, and a grim silence fell over the room. Finally, he spoke up after taking a few moments to look at the picture of him and Luca. "They took her."
"I'm sorry." I mumbled.
"It wasn't the prison sentence, public humiliation, or anything that hurt as much as that."
"I can only hope she's somewhere nice, y'know?"
"You couldn't get her back?"
"I narrowly avoided a sexual assault charge. Multiple of them, in fact." Morgan shook his head. "The only reason I wasn't, well. Luca, whenever she was brought up as a witness or anything, she'd act like she didn't know me. She didn't have anything to distinguish her from any other Lucario, save for the name; it wasn't like they could nail me with that."
"I see. Well, I uh…." It was extremely uncomfortable in the room now. "I think I have enough."
"Yeah."
I got up pretty quick after that and made my way from the house. He was just there, on the chair he'd been in, looking at the picture of him and Luca. Something made me feel like he'd done that a lot before. Either way, I'd gotten what I was looking for. I wasn't too sure how good a story it would make, but one thing was sure; I'd need to look up some of his original videos.
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