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Star in His Life

Scene 1 – No Retakes in Real Life

"Ooooooh… ooooh, um! Oooh…"

All of those moans and groans must mean I'm doing it properly, as always. I don't usually look at the guy's face so I have only the sounds to tell me whether I'm doing it wrong or right. Usually, though, I do it right. Actually, I do it correctly every time.

Quagsire is really enjoying my blowjob right now. I'm bobbing on it up and down, closing my mouth tight on it. I usually suck cocks at a fast speed, which some guys like. I'll do it slow if they ask. I do it just as amazing when it's slow as it is when it's fast.

I'm even massaging his balls as I suck. That oughta make him feel really good.

"Keep sucking… I'm gonna cum!"

Well, time to make this quick. I lick my tongue rapidly over this cock as I suck on it. I continue massaging his balls, but at a faster speed. Another minute of all this and he exploded. I swallow each burst as they came along, still sucking the entire time.

I sat up cross-legged and waited for Quagsire to get up. When he did, he smiled at me, clearly content.

"Thanks. It was one of your most excellent yet."

"Why, thank you for the kind compliment," I replied.

"You know, we still have time. Are you sure you don't want me to lick you?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Thank you for the offer, anyways."

"Well, I'm sure you'll get yourself a boyfriend, sooner or later. Who wouldn't want you? You're an exotic, erotic pokemon who gives the best blowjobs around. Ur, what pokemon are you again? I know you've said it before but I could never get that name right."

"I'm a Zoroark. Thanks for all those nice things about me but, really, I'm fine."

He looked a bit uncomfortable and looked like he wanted to say more. In the end, he decided against it. Quagsire gave me a bucket of fruits as promised. Now I have some grub to eat tonight. I thanked him and he left this alley we were in.

I guess Quagsire just wasn't sure if it was really fair to not ever do me when I've done him tons of times. But he knows I won't say yes. I got my reasons for sucking men off, but never letting them do me. The same that I don't quite like sucking them off, either. True, I compliment my own skills and I don't mind others doing the same. It's just that I have only bad memories behind the sexual deed and, ironically, I have to keep doing it to get things to take care of myself even though I have an owner who should take care of me.

Yep, it's just me and my owner, Bob. He found me on the streets of Jubilife City in the land of Sinnoh. My trainer before him abandoned me for reasons I'm not getting in detail of. Upon meeting me, he immediately wanted me to be his pokemon, despite him being kind of poor. At the time, I wasn't sure about being a wild pokemon because I was surrounded by humans and was raised by them ever since I was a cub. So I chose to go with him and try to support myself since he doesn't do it.

Like now since I got me the bucket of food; Bob said I can get food for myself so he can spend less money. I kind of do get the food myself to fill my belly. I pretty much make a deal or something with the guys in the city. I make them cum and they give me food. They're more than happy to do so.

Bob says he would like it if I got him money like I get myself food. He would have more money if Bob didn't spend a good chunk of it on acting classes. It's not for him, either. It's for me. It wasn't even my idea. But Bob says pokemon performers are always being sought after. If I make it to the big pictures, then he and I can live the good life. I reluctantly agreed to the classes.

Anyways, I head over to our house. Honestly, it's more like a shack. It is small for a building in a city. I even have to sleep outside instead of inside like I'd prefer to unless it's a freezing night. That's because the inside of the building is just basically one room, leading me to call it a shack. There's a bed for Bob, a table and a couple of a chairs, and kitchen stuff you typically find in a kitchen. There is no bathroom whatsoever. Bob and I always have to go somewhere else if we have to go.

Bob is on the bed like usual, with his big ol' potbelly bulging out of his shirt. It doesn't look pretty. I just walk past him and begin to put the food in my mane; it makes great storage for me and it's not like I'm going to do much at work today. Bob gets upset whenever I wake him up, even for an important reason. I know our lives aren't all that great but I wish he wouldn't be so cranky all the time.

Speaking of time, I look at our crappy-looking but still functioning clock on the wall. We're going to have to leave in an hour for work. Good thing work is within walking distance of the shack. Of course it would be since we can't afford a car or public transportation. We work at a studio for a certain kind of filming that takes place nearby the shack. That kind of filming would be porn.

It's because of that kind of filming they do at the studio that Bob doesn't mind being woken up for. I guess he needs an outlet of some kind. It's so annoying whenever he tells me to watch, like I'm going to need that kind of information. We may work in the special effects department but we still don't need that sort of knowledge. And it's not like I'm planning to do it with a male anytime soon, anyways.

I wake Bob up 15 minutes until 4 o' clock. As usual, he's cranky.

"Dammit, Zorah! I was sleeping!"

Yep, I have a nickname. It's Zorah. I thought of it a long time ago and have always liked it. When I got Bob as my new trainer, or owner, I found he couldn't pronounce Zoroark right. Thanks to me learning to spell, I wrote down 'Zorah' on a piece of paper. I gave it to Bob and he thankfully got the hint.

I point to the clock before he could mouth me off even more. He looks at it. Then his face brightens up.

"Well! Why didn't you wake me up sooner? I'll just take a few minutes and then we'll hit the road. Someone's gonna regret it if we're late!"

I roll my eyes; Bob can be hypocritical sometimes. From time to time, I wonder why I'm with him. Then I remember it's because I wasn't prepared back then to be a wild pokemon. On the bright side, I'm kind of already living like one so I would already be prepared should something happen.

I think something will happen because being with someone like Bob makes me not give a damn about what happens to them.

When I reluctantly agreed to go to my classes, it wasn't to support Bob or myself. I just gone along with it because I wanted to make my pranks better. That and to accomplish my goal to show off my illusions. I think it would. Bob never even asked if I wanted to do them, though; he just did it. What's more is he's not only hypocritical sometimes, but also pushy, persistent, conceited, lazy, and almost always behave as if pins are going up his ass. He's a humongous-sized pervert, too. The only thing I know that can put him in a tolerable mood is during sex. And he's obviously not doing it, either. Just watching others do it. To top it all off, he has to watch it because of work, as much as I don't like that about him.

Personally, I don't think he looks that good in his appearance, either. He has that mentioned-before potbelly. It is huge. Small pokemon would be able to use that as a small trampoline. His arms and legs are flabby. His lips are thin with a wispy mustache. His hair is 'thinning' and he has totally squinty eyes that becomes wider only when he's watching said-something-at-work. So yeah. I will definitely be a wild pokemon before I help out this asshole.

The dude is finally done 'grooming' himself, or at least making himself look more presentable. Luckily, my kind of unruly fur looks natural for me even though Bob suggests sometimes for me to groom, too.

We left the shack and walked across the street where the studio is. I pretty much had to listen to Bob complaining about how far we had to walk. I try to tune him out as I always do. All this negativity just can't be good for me.

Now we arrive at a huge, wide building. Film Domain Studios. It is the biggest part of Jubilife City ever. It's as strange as our shack being in a city. The building is painted blue, like the ocean. In dark green lettering is the name of the place. It may sound simple but it looked intimidating in a towering sort of way.

We walk through the door after Bob has shown work ID to the guard. Not that he would need it since I'm with him and there's not a lot of Zoroarks around in Sinnoh. Anyways, we go inside and, sure enough, it was as busy as a Vespiquen's hive. Everyone who worked here were hard at work like a group of Combees.

Pokemon belonging to any these workers do things for them time to time in order to make the work go by faster. Because of that, the pokemon are given some more free time than the humans. Especially if the pokemon aren't acting. Bob and I manage boom mikes.

Since I don't 'act' yet, and as long as I find him before the end of the day whether it's a workday or a regular one, then Bob doesn't give a damn as to where I go or what I do. That's good for me because I do not want him to find out about my blowjob-related deals.

We made it to the set. As usual, the director rushed to us to deliver instructions.

"There you are! I was getting worried you were going to be late!"

"Oh, come on, Mr. Warson. I would never be late for something as important as a job that needs to be fulfilled."

If you had a say in it, you would get paid just for slouching in your bed.

Of course, I don't say anything for it could compromise my position. Besides, it's not like I can to begin with, what with this language barrier.

"Ok, fine. Just go get some boom mikes and come back here. I'm sure you still remember but you'll be reminded where to stand. As I've told you before, we're going to start a new series with all-new actors and actresses. One of them is the famous Ricardo the Charizard."

Really? Oh, well. It's because he's famous. That's why I haven't heard of him.

I'm not kidding. I wouldn't know or hear of someone even if they're famous. I just don't bother with that kind of thing. As far as I know, celebrities are regular people and pokemon like us. They're capable of emotions, feelings, and thoughts like I am. That would be seen as regular enough in my eyes.

"All right, Boss. Come on, Zorah."

And so we walked some more. Now we made it to the room with the boom mikes, getting around the rushing scriptwriters, makeup artists, and prop people. I took a boom mike. Yeah, not Bob and not us. Just me.

More walking we do. And we got back to the set. We were directed to wherever we needed to stand. They told us, though, to not start getting into position just yet. So I stood around holding the long microphone while Bob tried to get fresh with the girls on the set. That and try to hook me up with another one of the male pokemon belonging to some of the staff.

I come across nice enough guys to team up with me to help us escape so we don't do it. Sometimes, however, I come across persistent dicks that keep trying to dig into me. Then I'll have to use my illusions.

Funny thing is Bob actually doesn't know about my illusions. That's why I'm not in charge of visual special effects in movies like I want. It would be a step closer to accomplishing my goal: showing off my illusion-making abilities to everyone around. All Bob did before he said to come with him was looking at me. He never tried getting to know me. I didn't know him very well, either, which was a huge mistake I did. I can still leave; I know that much. It just still feels like a mistake and I need to wait until I'm sure I can be on my own.

Regardless of all that, my illusions have worked every single time. That's one of the things that I like about everyone else. They think everything is exactly what it looks like yet almost nothing is exactly what it looks like. Still, the guys whose dicks I've sucked help. In exchange for their protection services, I offer them my sucking services.

I don't know why, though, Bob tries so hard to get a guy for me. I wish I could ask him but I can't. In truth, I tried on paper but Bob just ripped it up into pieces and threw it in the trash. Then he told me to stop wasting paper.

Getting back to the present here. We waited around for a few more minutes. There wasn't much time for waiting cause it was only a few more minutes before 4.

Then the director told everyone to gather around. Everyone, people and pokemon alike, huddled together. As we did, some people, about seven of them, stepped onto the set. Then I saw a Charizard coming up with them.

Ah, I guess that's Ricardo the Charizard.

I can't miss him. Not only he's a big ol' Charizard but he's also the only pokemon up there. The director put himself between us and them.

"Ok, everyone! I told you all there was going to be a completely different casting group for a new television series we're trying out. Unfortunately, they were all delayed in their trips getting here or occupied with something else. They couldn't be introduced earlier before now. I'll be sure to do that now."

One by one, he introduced them all. To be honest, I kind of blanked out when he was introducing everyone else. I know I should've paid attention but I can ask later. Besides, again, there's that language barrier.

I kept looking at the winged, orange pokemon with a flaming tail because there's just something about him I think I noticed. There is a smiling, calm face on him but I keep feeling like it's fake. There's something in his eyes that says something like 'I just want to get this over with'. The smile kind of looks like it's being forced to be on his face.

"Everyone, although he probably requires no introduction, this is Ricardo the Charizard. He's otherwise known as the warm-hearted flame pokemon who plays ice-cold antagonists. An example of that would be his latest movie, Burned."

Oh, yeah. I've heard much talk of that around the studio. I heard that the antagonist of that movie was vicious and cruel. Seeing that happy expression, if one doesn't look closely enough, nobody would think of him capable of ill will.

I must have been looking at his face for a long time because he looked in my direction. I saw it for sure this time; Ricardo looked annoyed. He still kept that smile on his face but his eyes said it all. The only thing I can think of that I could have bothered him by doing was looking at his face. If that's the case, then he's secretly someone who gets irritated over the tiniest of things.

The director called attention to the new cast and introduced us to them. He mainly told them what our occupations were. Now we're going to be called things like 'extra' or 'makeup artist' instead of our actual names.

Ugh, everything sucks! And I don't mean me. I have to put up with a lousy owner, I apparently made a new enemy in Ricardo, and the worst part is I now sound like Bob. All of this happened because shit went down with my last trainer. At least I can call him a trainer because he actually trains pokemon. Unlike Bob who insists in making me act and hook up with guys. It's too bad that, unlike a movie or TV show, I can't do retakes in real life.