Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon. This work includes artistic depictions of underage, incestuous, and Pokémon x human relationships. GKEA SINNOH SAGA has potentially traumatizing plotlines including rape, abuse, sex trafficking, grooming, and even death. While at its core a love story, drama, and adventure, there are dark parts. Additionally, I don't condone anything degenerative that I write.

Reader discretion is advised.

Any similarities to people in real life is purely coincidental, no real humans were hurt/involved in the creation of this story.

Avery's Pokemon

1: Evangeline/Eva

Gender: Female

Nature: Rash

2: Lady

Gender: Female

Nature: Modest

3: Chastity

Gender: Female

Nature: Adamant

4. Dusty

Gender: Male

Nature: Hardy

5: Sprite

Gender: Female

Nature: Quirky

6. Name: ?

Gender: Female

Nature: ?


Chapter: Correspondence Interruptus

'My trainer called this scrying. It is a delicate psychic art…' The Fair Lady explained with a smile, gesticulating slowly with her three-fingered hands. Sitting in a dome-like hollow cave, Eva and I sat across from her and Femchoke. My legs were crossed as directed, and my posture was upright, as directed by the Pokemon matriarch.

"Right," I said, very seriously.

'It requires utter concentration. You must focus on your Pokemon team, conjure up their image, smell, taste, and feel them.'

"O-of course."

'Avery.'

"Yes, Fair Lady."

'Did you hear anything I just said?'

"...No," I confessed, but could she blame me?

Since we'd returned from the rejuvenation pools, to say Eva had been attached at the hip would be an understatement. She'd immediately clambered into my lap the moment I sat down. Her eyes flashed sharply whenever the two other female Pokemon glanced my way, and she constantly snuggled up to me, brushing the full weight of her body against my chest. As an Eevee, she'd been a small floof, but even then, she'd been pretty strong; she was stronger now. A deep, purring sound came from her throat as she mewled her name. Stroking her ebony-furred, sleek body felt almost addictive, my hand stroking the side of her frame without my mind giving any orders. Her fur smelled clean and felt soft to the touch. Half of my mind was still replaying the way I'd held the tail currently thumping against my thigh as I'd gently pushed inside her not even an hour ago, driving my little starter into a panting frenzy, her half-lidded ruby eyes gazing longingly at me.

"..." The Fair Lady peered at me rather coldly. 'Brat.' Her tone was playful.

"Who, me, or Eva?" I exclaimed in protest, "I-I'm innocent. I'm trying to behave, I promise." I raised my hands in surrender. Eva nosed in the direction of the absent touch, and, seeing her raise her head and pout, her big wet eyes locked onto mine, I felt my hand drop down to her body again. It was odd but the part of her fur that was gold was softer than the other parts, like stroking silk… Seriously, seriously addictive.

'It's in your best interest to listen to me, Avery. You have psychic potential; you must learn how to use it. I am… not the most adept at teaching, but you should at least listen and try to learn for the sake of your team. You've had your rest and rejuvenation, is it not time?'

I sobered up. She was right - I was being insensitive. It was time to look ahead with clarity and find my team, not mess around and flirt with Eva; as much as a huge part of me wanted to avoid it, I had to get back up to the surface. I sighed. My adorable starter glanced longingly at me, and then glared at the Medicham speaking reasonably in my mind.

The Fair Lady glanced between the two of us - Pokemon, and then trainer, then back again, and stood up with a hefty sigh. She glanced at the Machoke, and nodded in Eva's direction. The earth seemed to shift under her immense bulk as Femchoke stood, slapping a hand on one of her gargantuan biceps. Grinning, the muscular Pokemon pointed her finger at my partner, barking a harsh, unmistakable challenge.

Before I had time to react, Eva bristled, and the dark-type darted out of my lap, ready to take on one of her rivals even with the type disadvantage. Sounded like a horrible idea to me, but I knew if I said anything she'd just take it the wrong way. She'd either think I didn't believe in her 'Which is only half-true.' Or she'd assume I was taking the Machoke's side because I had a crush on her or something. 'Which I totally don't…'

"Medicham cham…. Hmm. Medi medicham." The psychic-fighting type seemed to lecture Eva, gesturing to the Machoke. At the same time, she translated her intent into my mind. 'I told her that if she wants to be held by you, she'll have to fight her way back to you. Come. We'll continue your lesson elsewhere.'

"L-Listen, I don't know if fighting right now is a good idea-"

"Umbree," Evangeline interrupted coolly, and she sent a harsh, dark red gaze my way. The intent in that one look was clear. She was okay with me leaving, and in her own mind at least, she was ready to take on the stage two fighting-type standing before her.

The Fair Lady laughed softly. "Medicham cham!"

Eva tensed up, glaring our way as we left, but Athena the Medicham Matriarch was entirely unfazed.

"What did you just say to her?" I asked, realizing the Fair Lady didn't translate herself. Hearing my question, she merely smiled.


Athena escorted me to another meditative cove. It was carved out much the same, a small, shallow hollow, just tall enough to fit me if hunched myself over.

'These are rooms we've carved out of the mountain so that, if we ever need silence, peace of mind, we can come here. We are fortunate your human invaders didn't cave in the sturdiest portion of the den. I was frightened the egg burrows might come crashing down… but earth withstands, protects.'

Her knee brushed mine. Sitting once more, crisscrossing my legs, I tried to listen to her guidance.

'Allow me to explain the psychic arts in the most basic way I'm able. It… might not make sense to you at first, you haven't experienced it, but you will. Psychic ability is not random ability, there is order behind all that might seem like chaos, and it is the same in this case. Humans can learn from Pokemon, and vice versa, and adapt each other's abilities to promote one another's strengths. My former trainer was adept at modifying moves. The move that we'll be using today is technically called psychic terrain. It has three purposes… are you listening?'

I watched her plump, blue lips move as she spoke in my mind. Her sweet little mouth was one-of-a-kind. My mind buzzed with the vague recognition that she'd asked me a question. "Of course."

'...Fine. You're a perverted human… so, I'll teach you like one.'

I was about to ask what that meant when she elegantly crossed the distance between us, putting a leg on either side of my waist, settling down in my lap.

"Um, I-I'm not sure I can learn this way," I chuckled nervously, trying not to get hard thinking about how she looked like she was about to start riding my dick. I guess I really am a pervert. "Listen, if Eva sees us like this, she'll totally freak out."

'Why? We're not mating. I'm merely sitting in your lap. Besides, speak with your mind, not with your mouth.'

'Right. Sorry. But yeah. She'll get jealous because she's my girlfriend, and she's sensitive. And you're…' Swallowing hard, I resisted the urge to run my hands all over the firm, curvy little body curled up against mine.

'Focus, Avery. Not on me… but the pleasure, not just your own, but the shadows of pleasure that remain in your mind from past times, the fragments that connect you to all those you have met... Remember what I said.'

'Right. Something about… conjuring up their image, thinking about them.'

'That's right…' The Fair Lady placed both of her hands on my face, her soft fingers cool against my skin. I was already burning up with desire for Eva, and I knew that she could see that reflected back at her when she stared into my eyes. The empty, dark cave seemed to emphasize the sound of my own racing heart. I was trying to do as she told me to, but, what the fuck? This was totally out of my league.

I tried to think of Sprite, the delicate, spindly legs, the nectar she'd smeared on me, I tried to think of Chastity, the fluffy-haired slut, but whatever it was Athena wanted me to do I was failing at it. She frowned when she saw the look on my face, glancing down at my half-naked body. One hand dropped from my face. As if I was a statue, she ran her fingers along my pecs, tracing every inch of available flesh. She shivered whenever I did, in touch with my emotions. 'I'll simplify it for your silly human mind… focus on my touch. Inhale deep… and imagine her. The one you're trying hard to think about the least. The first thing you should know about this power is that if you have mental blockers, they will interfere with everything, your mind is always aware of the things you hide, even if you try to pretend your way around them.'

She stared at me meaningfully, and then, pressing our foreheads together, staring deep into my eyes, she cupped my face and leaned her blue-lipped mouth in again. 'Now do it.'

With Lady, I got it right the first time; perhaps it was the soft mouth on mine, but I immediately remembered one of my sweetest, most forbidden memories with her. When Lady had stolen a kiss from me in the mansion. Just a Ralts then, her delicate little mouth had been almost sweet, but the look on her face had been sweeter. Melting away at the memory, I remembered another that I'd kept packed inside, much fresher. I visualized it all: the wet brush darting inside her as she played with herself, whimpering and making sounds that I would never forget. Still couldn't believe she was capable of making.

'Now… where is she, Avery? Forget the excitement, forget the guilt, but don't let her image go.'

Clenching my fists, I banished the fantasy…

I felt it - a change in the air. An aura of radiant energy rippled all around us, growing ever larger by the second, spreading through the earth. For a moment, I thought the power was coming from me, then I felt the weight on my lap disappear and knew the Fair Lady was up to something. I opened my eyes and was immediately struck by the sight of the Medicham glowing bright with an almost surreal, pink light. She was slightly hovering off my lap, her pretty, plump mouth no longer locked on mine. Her eyes were fastened shut; fingers pressed together in a strange, almost ritualistic fashion. I closed my eyes and concentrated again. I might not be able to float, but I could try this "scrying" thing if she was helping me…

With a pink flash… I sensed her, reached out, and then saw Her. Felt Her, an outline shimmering in the vast darkness, her essence. I found her there, the way she'd always found me, like our minds were magnets.

'Lady…'

She was open and willing, unsuspecting, drifting idly off in thought until I interrupted. I felt the presence of the rest of my team but ignored them for now. I knew if I broke concentration on Lady, I'd have to focus myself all over again. Startled, the Kirlia froze up when I flooded her mind, my consciousness brushing against hers.

'Master? I-Is it really you? But how…?' Then, a note of suspicion, I felt her mind spreading out, probing. Such a strange, invasive feeling. 'I sense someone else. Who is that…who is she?'

'A friend, little one. My brood and I have been trying to find you for a while. Your group was elusive.' The Fair Lady spoke for herself.

'Lady, I'm so happy you're safe. How are the others?'

I could literally feel Lady's sudden spike of insulted rage, as if the mere presence of this intruder in her mind was the greatest travesty she could think of. Always dramatic, my little Lady. Warm, focusing entirely on her, I was well-aware of all her primal emotions, but not through my own power. Hard to explain but with Athena's psychic terrain stretched all about acting as some kind of amplifier or beacon, I was more capable than usual. I could feel the presence of other minds flickering like many stars around us. I realized this was likely what the Fair Lady had meant by having communication with other den mothers down here in the underground. Her power, this "psychic art" was truly formidable.

Lady was well-aware of the Medicham's power as well. She sounded miffed. 'There was no need to look for us. We're on our way to Master now. Almost there already, actually.' I felt her pulling away, her mind receding. She was close by, and we were at most a half an hour apart if we moved towards each other, so I let her go with a brief thought of: 'Goodbye, I'll see you soon.'

Lady had barely been interested in a conversation with me, ending our correspondence almost as soon as it started. Her tenseness was palpable, even about a mile away. The moment she was gone, my mind hard-focused on the fact that my intense bond, memories, and attraction to my beloved psychic-type partner had enabled me to picture her almost instantly in my mind. With a harsh exhale, the Fair Lady let her hand's part almost violently, and with that motion, the compact, massive cube of pink energy she'd conjured up faded with a distinct ripple. She slowly stopped levitating, lowering back into my lap, where she collapsed, her cheek pressed against my chest. She seemed tired.

'You're a foolish boy trying to hide your passion from a psychic-type… especially one so attuned to you. She probably knows you better than you know yourself…'

"I know," I said softly, "Come on. Let's go get Eva, parties not far. I'll meet them halfway."

'Don't you worry about Eva. Any minute now… she'll be making her way to us.'


Juliet Harmon didn't assume anyone here was innocent, but she had to admit the presence of her new bartender "friends" made her feel less afraid. They were pleasant, though they bordered on annoying with how much they seemed to like the sound of their own voices. Thankfully, they shut their mouths when the performance started. Cassandra's hand always hovered near hers, her gaze lingering on Juliet's features instead of the stage, as if the taller girl was constantly trying to resist the urge to hold Juliet's hand and perhaps go even further. That kind of intent radiated off of her. The Harmon girl was too worried about her real girlfriend to fully engage. Seeing the combo of humans and Pokemon on stage made her hyper-sensitive to the reality that her own partner was being denied to her by the man sitting to her right.

Over the years, she learned that people usually dropped hints about their "true selves" pretty early on. Juliet detected secret pokelover urges in her boyfriend pretty much from the start; she'd been smart enough to know a guy like Jackson Wainwright was bad news. Even so, she was way too drunk right now. Paranoid, she kept worrying about the type of people Cassandra and Viktor might secretly be, especially considering where she was right now and why. Juliet was afraid of everyone around her, yet she couldn't help but enjoy herself as the sounds of the music slowly filled the air. The performance arrested her gaze.

It followed the story of a red-faced, angry old man of an unspoken age, played by a human in a gray wig, a fake mustache on his make-up-clad face. He was a crotchety old bastard, lonely in his old age after his Pokemon-loving wife died. The entire affair began with her death, and at her funeral, all her Pokemon said goodbye as they stood around her body like a wary mob. It was a desolate scene, the human actress in her coffin, arms crossed over her chest, pale make-up giving her a lifeless effect. After the funeral, it was revealed that the old man had the rights to her entire team. She had left each one of them to him rather than her children. The Pokemon expected him to take care of them, but instead, he banished them into their pokeballs and stowed them away along with the rest of his wife's belongings in the attic.

Then, some time later, he rediscovers them, and particularly his wife's favorite Pokemon, a Jynx who was the true star of the show. Just as old as the man, the Jynx stood by the man's side, determined to be with him in a way that went beyond normal love. Fiercely possessive of his time and energy, it became obvious she saw herself as needing to fill in the role of the human woman that had left this world, leaving this poor old man behind. He was resistant to her love, wordlessly arguing with her, throwing things around the room in almost childish fits of rage, begrudgingly accepting her homemade meals at other times, making her sleep in her Pokeball, never ever saying thanks or offering praise.

The music became louder, more intense as the story amped in energy. The old man eventually realizes that the love Jynx felt for him was just as precious, even if it was so different from the one, he once had with his wife. In the end, they sit together on a bench, the Jynx nestled into his lap, her arms wrapped around him as he relaxes into her embrace. That was the last place they ever sat. Old as time, it seemed, the pair closed their eyes to sleep together, and never woke up.

Former champion Diantha walked onto the stage, her long dress flowing behind her. She swept her dazzling gaze across the crowd. She was the proud director of this amazing show, and, with a special, Diantha-esque touch, she featured herself in it in a final narration. The actors joined her on the stage, the Jynx, wife, and old man dressed in a heavenly facade, calm with the peace of death.

"Do Pokemon go to Heaven? Do Pokemon dream? Do Pokemon sweat and toil, do they love, do they long for sweet, tender touching?"

The crowd was hushed. Even in a place like this, few were so bold they'd declare their feelings out loud so publicly. Or rather, it felt like this was a test, that if they said yes, their hypocrisy might suddenly be called out.

Cassandra finally held Juliet's hand, grasping her fingers within her own. "What do you think?"

These same questions had been pondered by Juliet a million times.

"I don't know. My soul screams yes, but a part of me worries that somehow, I could be wrong…"

Cassandra's mouth pressed against her ear. "Juliet. Are you a Pokemon lover?... Vik's my boyfriend, but he's into Pokemon exclusively, y'know? He just likes human bodies in an artistic way. I like a bit of everything. I can feel you trying to run away. Do you really care about this guy you're dating? Come hang out with us after this."

Juliet didn't want to get distracted, but that caught her interest. On Cass's left, Viktor was sobbing, clasping his face in his hands. He was utterly moved by the performance. She slipped her hand away. "Sorry, but I'm not interested."

Diantha continued her sermon-esque dialogue. "In life, we all have a choice. We can let predetermined wrongs pave the way for future generations, or we can be brave and strike down the traditions that hold us all back. We are tradition, we are the future - forgive me if that sounds cheesy, but is there anything cheesier than the cold, hard truth? Pokemon and humans, brothers and sisters. One kind, one people. Whether you have six arms, walk on two feet, or can reach the top of a tree with a single sweep of your head, it doesn't matter… I believe we all dream, we all love, we all are worthy of touch and ecstasy, and we all go to Heaven."

There likely was a truth to Diantha's words, humans and Pokemon truly were brothers and sisters, love and connection could transcend species. She'd felt it for herself. Juliet's thoughts were interrupted by a commotion in the crowd. A group of rowdy patrons were causing a scene, shouting and shoving each other. Cassandra and Viktor quickly stood up, ready to intervene. At the start of the group was a familiar man. Dane Sullivan - she hadn't even noticed him slip away, so absorbed by the show.

Dane approached them, his eyes locked on Juliet. "You," he growled. "You brought the cops here."

Juliet's heart raced. She had no idea how he'd found out. Something about her Poketch, did he get the answer from Angel!?

"What's going on?" Vik demanded.

Juliet opened her mouth to defend herself, but then there was a flash of black, then copper, her entire face hurt. Suddenly, she was looking up at Dane instead of directly across from him. Blood dropped from her back-handed mouth. Dane's hand had hit her full force, the delicate girl stumbled back, barely caught by the the female bartender who dared side with her.

"Are you okay?" Cassandra asked, concern etched on her face.

"Of course she's okay. Fuck that - Is it true?" Viktor demanded grimly, interrupting his girlfriend.

"I'm sorry everyone," Diantha apologized. "I'd like to finish but… clearly there are circumstances preventing it. You'll have to catch us live this week." With a sharp and fierce beckoning, the crowd was dismissed, then slowly dispersed, but Juliet did not dare move. The staff, and a small group of spectators remained. Dane brushed off his well-tailored suit.

Diantha walked over. "What's going on?"

"Mail, from Stu's Skarmory. Juliet Harmon decided to invite an international cop on board to 'bust me'."

For some reason, Juliet expected sympathy from the celebrity. But whatever warmth Diantha instantly evaporated. The diplomatic 'can I help face' evolved into a disinterested scowl. "Good luck," Diantha said to no one in particular, and with a dramatic sweep of her hands, the former champion and her half-sober entourage walked off.

Viktor was at a complete loss for words.

"Grunt. Dismissed," Dane said quietly, glowering at him.

The bartender gulped. He was mad at Juliet, yet still didn't want to leave her behind with this asshole. Juliet tried to stand up straight, but all the alcohol hit her head, and her legs gave out beneath her. Cassandra seemed like she wanted to stay, and Vik seemed like he might linger for her- then Viktor dragged her by the arm, shaking his head. "No, Cass. We're not safe with her."

How had they known? How had Stu of all people possibly found out?

"I don't understand…."

"You have a friend that actually cares about the cause.," Dane commented quietly, and Juliet's eyes shot wide. There was only one person she could think of.

She managed to plaster on a smile. "Well, you caught me. What now? You've spoiled the good Harmon name around hundreds, what's next?"

The journalist rubbed his graying temples, sighing softly. "… Nothing. Nothing has changed other than that you know now nobody is coming to help you."

Juliet took a deep breath, feeling the sting in her cheek. She didn't want to give up, to let Dane win. She had to be strong, even though she felt so fucking scared and weak. She couldn't let herself spiral out of control. She had to be brave, to survive. It wouldn't be easy, but nothing worth fighting for ever was. She had two choices at that moment: spiral, descend, lose herself in the potent rush of fear that was right around the corner, or survive and thrive. She chose the latter.

"If you're good, Juliet, I'll still let you see your sister, see your Pokemon. I suggest you focus on what matters... and think about what side you're actually fighting for."

"I've been behaving and will continue to be. I want my starter back tonight..." Daringly, she made a demand, stared into his eyes. The man had a soft spot for her, but had she gone too far? Lost that fragment of control? Her confidence threatened to wither, but finally, he sighed.

"Only because it's wrong to keep her separated from you. Come... we have a lot to discuss. Tell me everything you know about this man, Vernon Jennings."

Juliet made up everything she told him. As she spoke, her mind drifted off. She wondered, she really wondered, what it would be like at the end - if they'd all be up there together. If Jack had really told, there was only one place he was going to end up...


Vernon Jennings, an international cop and self-proclaimed greatest disguise master of all time, suspected that the boys' morals would waver. It was a gamble based on his hesitation, and he was right. Team Salvation made their move and slipped up drastically. They were looking for one man, on his own: undetected. Now Vic Marshall, his old name cast aside along with the appearance he'd once worn, his ID, and more, walked onto the ship along with his "wife", a tall, fellow officer named "Lenora" who had fed him critical intel about the Wainwright boy. She was a strong, muscular woman and a formidable ally. The third of their group was their wealthy patron and provider of tickets - another Salvation turncoat. Criminals are like insects. Trap them, shake them up, and they all start to devour each other. They would search for him, chasing shadows. To cover it up, Salvation would have no choice but to pretend they'd found him in order to keep morale up. Juliet Harmon, formidable girl, would make it on her own for a while as they couldn't risk interaction - and that was where Lenora would step in. Her eagerness to join the investigation, her willingness to share data, made her crucial.

Perhaps being blocked from the ship would have been a favor. As it was, it was too late. Two hands of the law made it on board despite all desperate attempts to stop them...


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