At 12:40 p.m. Julie was finally done with her classes, exhausted from constant note-taking, chatting, and listening she'd been doing all day. She strolled down the busy second hall to the right of the bench, where the school's closed auditorium doors, her science and language arts class, the restrooms, and her best friend's locker was located, holding a now empty water bottle that she tossed in a bin.
Julie was about to pass the school's bulletin board on the wall behind a glass case but stopped, looking it over.
Covering it were pinned papers advertising ongoing or upcoming events around the school, and different elective programs students could sign up for. There were also a couple of trophies and medals that the school had earned after competing in sports against other schools across the region over the years. Ecruteak's sports team used to be strong, but it wasn't what it used to be. They lost more often than they won nowadays.
Julie passed sports, self-defense, culinary, instrument lessons, and more, but cheerleading caught her eye. She'd love to do that if she had the confidence nowadays, and the girls may not even accept her. She'd always passed it up for those reasons, along with prom, and now it was too late.
It's not like anyone asked her out to the dance anyway. Julie didn't talk to people much, but she could blame no one but herself at the end of the day. High school had been a drag because of her lack of participation and social life, but she didn't want to fix that when she was almost through. Maybe she'd take a different route in college.
She kept walking, slipping past people and ignoring the occasional bump since the halls were packed. The only classes still in session were electives and ones for students that had an hour of PE and were in their last class. Others stayed for an additional hour or two after school and went upstairs to the library for tutoring and help sessions held by off-campus hands.
Johto as a whole typically had shorter school days compared to several other regions, such as Alola and Galar, requiring that every school hosted eight-hour days. Johto's law was more lenient, requiring a minimum of five hours of education per day. Julie's would be close to five if she'd chosen not to take her business elective, and the government didn't make a big deal out of that if the student was in their senior year.
Julie turned at the bench and passed her regional history class down the congested main hall. She was now thinking about how she hadn't seen Midnight between periods, but she spotted him sitting by her locker ahead, which brightened her mood and filled her with a burst of energy.
She smiled at the sight of him and found herself walking faster to get there. He didn't do this as often. It seemed as if Midnight had gotten fully accustomed to Julie's schedule. "Awe, missed me?" She crouched and toyed with his ears, noticing a side-eye from Leia after she arrived at her locker to grab her stuff.
"Umbre..." He nuzzled her leg. Of course he did. The more time she took out of her day to spend with him, the more he wanted it, and she had yet to give any less. He got little attention as is, so this was major for him. The pats and rubs he did get from students had little to no emotion behind them, there were no other pokémon here, and a total of zero cute espeon, but he did know a much, much cuter human with a delightful personality he learned more of every day from what she offered of it, which amazed him.
But the general nonchalance toward him was the reason he'd stopped slipping into classrooms during lectures and instead spent most of his time napping in the teacher's lounge.
Some teachers didn't even want Midnight there during them because he was labeled a distraction. They were boring anyway. The only classes he'd ever found mildly amusing were the music and cooking ones. A student slipped him a treat from what they were cooking during it sometimes.
"I missed you too, cutie. I've got to head home, though." She looked around and noticed many students clearing out. "A few more minutes..." Julie didn't want to be seen doing too much with Midnight, and the emptier the hall was, the more it'd shine the spotlight on her, but more students present also meant more eyes on her overall. It was a lose-lose. Either way, the other kids may judge or tease her for it. High school was like that sometimes, especially this high school with Julie in the picture.
She ran her fingers down his sleek back while he gazed up at her, his deep red eyes meeting hers. Goodness, he was the very definition of cute, and those orbs were so pretty to look in to. Julie could practically lean in— to get a closer look, that was. "I could sit here all day, but... I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Julie said and pulled her phone from her pocket to check her notifications after feeling it vibrate. She'd received a text from her mother.
It read: 'I might be home around 5 tonight. Let Lilly in if you see her.'
She usually got off at three. She was working later than usual. Julie stood in what was now a dead hallway for the most part, besides a few people organizing their lockers and some couples talking. She grabbed her backpack from her locker and ensured all her books and supplies were inside. "Bye!" She waved to Midnight while walking towards the school's exit, wearing a subtle, coy smile.
"What's it with you and that night eevee?"
Julie looked behind her and saw her said best friend in a black jacket and ripped skinny jeans that went with her hair, which was the color she usually wore. She listened to rock and metal too. Julie thought it was a phase when it started two years ago until she started doubling down and became a diehard fan of Roxie and her band, a woman from Unova that ran the Virbank Gym. Roxie had started the band nearly ten years ago, but their consistent talent made them more relevant than ever in today's rock culture. Alyssa owned all of their albums and was awaiting their next set to release later next year.
Maybe it was her growing into herself. Unlike Julie, her demeanor and style matched her looks, which was a rough-ish sense of cute if Julie had to describe it. She was also slightly shorter than Julie's average height and at a middle course between slim and chubby.
"He deserves affection, so I give it to him. Give me a break, Alyssa." Her comment made Julie wonder if she'd been watching their interactions often, and if so, it likely meant that everyone was. It struck self-consciousness in her.
"Uh-huh, bet you were longing for him during every class." She blew a pink bubble from the gum she was chewing and popped it.
Okay, Alyssa had to have seen them together multiple times, or maybe she was just being stupid and poking fun as usual. Either way, it caused Julie to blush a little, which she tried to hide by turning her face. "Shut up! I just like spending some of my miserable time here with him." As in a lot, but Julie always kept the giddiness to herself, so no one could possibly know how she... felt about him, right?
It was a fairly recent realization due to them mutually seeking each other and meeting in the halls as if a daily date. They were doing it now more frequently than ever, and her bringing him berries and sharing them with him didn't necessarily help, but it couldn't just be translating to their general interactions. Maybe Julie should work on toning things between them down, but imagining that drained her mood already. She wanted to get closer.
Alyssa briefly pulled out her phone to open a few social apps and her messages, refreshing feeds. "I'm messing with ya; calm down. Have anything to do tonight?"
"Just going to study for a test in two days I somehow forgot about. That's about it. I was thinking about getting a mani-pedi at the mall later, but I'll just go when my nails start fading more, maybe." Although Julie felt nervous whenever she went and had someone tending to her like that.
She cursed herself for not having taken any lesson the school offered throughout her time here. That surely would have helped. Julie knew Alyssa took self-defense two years ago and was currently taking culinary. "When are we taking you for one?" She glanced at Alyssa's nails which had some grime underneath and could use a file-up from her picking at them.
"Not my speed. I don't need it. Take me when we're going to the theater next door, but mind if I join you at some point tonight? We could do the science homework together and... study."
Julie wouldn't mind, but she first wanted to settle once she got home. "Be there at, mh, three?" She felt that was a good time.
"Sure. See you then, and stop ignoring my dm's on Veela."
"You send the dumbest videos, but fine." Veela was one among a couple of rising new social media platforms as smartphones became more commonplace, it being the most popular one currently due to its user interface and features. Julie didn't use it much unless she was deathly bored and wanted to scroll, but Alyssa was an addict.
They went their separate ways for now, and Julie went to the bike station, watching another student tug at their lock and struggle to take it off. It had only gotten colder outside since this morning, making Julie worry about Lilly, her liepard that spent most of her time outdoors. She had fur, but Julie would rather her be in a warm, safe house since it was an option.
Lilly had belonged to Julie and her mother for four years so far. They saw her out on the roads and in multiple yards one day during a frigid winter, shivering and crying for warmth, so they caught her with a pokéball her mom had gotten and kept from the Center as a just-in-case.
However, Lilly still loved roaming outside, which came with plenty of risks. It's why most people kept their pokémon inside, but Julie didn't want to keep Lilly from her happiness, and she got irritable when locked inside, so the best Julie could do was try to keep tabs on her.
They had to get her spayed too after rescuing her, as Julie's mother couldn't afford a litter. Neutering and spaying were generally frowned upon and illegal to perform on most species. Liepard and its pre-evolution were exceptions, as they tended to invade cities and reproduce at a rapid rate.
The sky was a slightly darker shade of blue and the air colder than this morning as evening wasn't far. Billowing gray clouds filled the sky overhead, stretching for miles and packed together in thick fields as if one could run across. They let down steady drizzles that hit small puddles on the pavement and asphalt from heavier rainfall prior.
Barely any sunlight was present, often blocked by the moving clouds. It shone off and on in strips whenever it found gaps, beaming between tall buildings that cast shade over the pavement and checkering through fences and trees swaying against mild breezes. It provided a dull, tame aesthetic that spread throughout the city.
Goldenrod was just as lively as it was during the morning if not more during late noon when more people and their pokémon populated stores and hangout areas in the city.
Training Centers in several areas were full of people who had just gotten out of school or off work to spend time with their pokémon and sharpen their skills. They were either communal buildings or outdoor fields that all towns and cities were required to have.
Depending on the size of the said town or city, one to five had to be built so every owner and trainer were able to train their pokémon, even if they lived in circumstances that made it difficult, such as residing in an apartment, condo, or hotel.
The elementary school held a playground full of children, most waiting for their parents to pick them up behind the safety of the fence while playing tag or using equipment like swings and slides, or playing at hand or tetherball courts. Some left the grounds with smiles on their faces and got into vehicles with their mothers or fathers.
That neighborhood's street was always extra busy during the hour school let out and had a traffic officer to help the children cross the street that lived nearby and walked home. More had the family pokémon or an older sibling come pick them while only a few walked themselves.
Employees pulled the gates open to nightclubs, ready for a busy night, cars parked at curbside meters, in parking garages at gallerias or huge, fancy plazas hosting restaurants and designer stores, or in lots at restaurants and bars with vibrant murals of pokémon, famous trainers, or people on some of their walls.
A couple of news helicopters hovered over happenings and events in the city, and grocery marts were full of people shopping for their families after work. Some shoppers sent their pokémon off to grab certain items to quicken the process.
Buses braked at packed stops, opening their doors to let floods of people and pokémon out, then refilling with plenty of new passengers and going on their way.
If not buses, people flagged down bright yellow and black checkered taxis on roadsides, which was a more expensive option, but it was the price to pay to be around no one but the driver. People who lived outside of Goldenrod or in Kanto and were commuting for work took the train, as it made several stops in other cities around Johto on the way to Kanto, so the Magnet Station was full too.
Julie was glad to live on the south side as the small district was residential and more reposeful. She shivered against the wind that she only had to endure for a minute longer and squinted at a dark purple silhouette ahead. "There you are." It wasn't difficult to spot Lilly sitting on the porch once the house was visible. Julie's ride home had her beat, and she was cold and wet at that. She could not wait to lie down and couldn't imagine walking home after school daily.
She hopped off her bike and jogged with it, slowing to a pace and taking her keys out of her pocket while approaching. She first stopped to open the mailbox's lid and grab a couple of envelopes from inside, likely junk mail, but she didn't know.
Julie looked to her right at the house adjacent to hers upon noticing movement and saw an elderly woman crouched before rows of dirt in her yard behind picket fences with gloves, smoothing soil around organized rows of planted berry bushes. Those were the next-door neighbors, a kind elderly couple that kept to themselves, although they occasionally came over to borrow condiments and stuff.
The house on the left was vacant, for rent, and had a sign posted in the yard saying so with a phone number on it. A man and woman originally from Alola with two small children and an alolan persian had lived there since Julie was ten but moved out last year. Her mother used to chat with them out front sometimes but never went over, and even that stopped after her mother fell into a heavy depression.
Julie didn't miss hearing their children shouting in the yard while playing ball or kicking it into hers, but it felt kind of lonely with that gone, and the colorful kiddy chalk art on the public pavement they drew was cute to look at when Julie left and returned from school. The parents never let their persian outside, either. Some lowlife trying to make a quick couple of high thousands would surely nap it.
"You were gone all day yesterday, Lilly. I'm glad you're safe." Julie stepped onto the porch and ran her hand across the side of her cold, damp fur, unlocking the door to let her slip in, stepping in to toss the mail onto the couch, and locking her bike up— which took an annoying two minutes since her hands were numb, before entering the house with the house key she kept in her wallet and turning the dial on the thermostat by the door, activating the central heating. She had a vent on her ceiling and another by her bookshelf.
"Whew. A lot warmer in here. I'll feed you in a sec. Hold on." Julie took off her shoes at the door and walked upstairs while wringing her hands together to warm them, glancing at the water-colored paintings lining the wall of vague fields and mountainous landscapes.
At the top was a wooden stand against the wall displaying a couple of framed portraits of Julie from years ago with her mother and father that she didn't like looking at. Her father was tall with black hair usually held up in a bun and wore glasses.
One photo was at her middle school graduation afterparty, where she wore a blue and gold cap and gown, and the other was a group photo taken at an amusement park in Kanto in front of a large board themed after a major action film with explosions, a lucario mid aura sphere, and a man in a black suit and shades while holding a rifle. It belonged to a wild rollercoaster at the park.
There were also some antique bronze pokéballs and fake vines lining the wall above the photos. She didn't even know why or how her mom kept them up.
Julie passed it and went to the restroom, drying her hair and arms with a towel and going to her room afterward. Her mother stayed downstairs in the master bedroom, and an extra one was up here across from Julie's that was used as a storage unit with stacked boxes. She would have the house to herself for a while, so she didn't have to stay in her clothing.
Julie left her shirt on, grabbed her phone and earphone out of her pocket and set her earphone on her nightstand, along with her wallet, then took off her pants and tossed them into the hamper she kept in her open closet. It left her in socks and white panties. She threw her phone underhanded onto the bed.
"Okay, Lilly!" Nearly jogging downstairs to the kitchen this time and almost falling on her back with a gasp when her heel slipped over a step near the bottom, making her grab the railing. Julie took a bag of PokéChow out of one of the cabinets and poured a generous amount into Lilly's bowl.
Their kitchen had an upscale island in the center made of black marble, as were the counters. They also had racks above the counters to hang pots, pans, and utensils. "That should be good for now." Lilly nibbled off and on at her food, so Julie wasn't worried about her vacuuming it. She rubbed her liepard's head for a second while she ate before grabbing a water bottle from the cabinet and walking back to her room. She'd forgotten to take one to her room last night.
Julie closed the door enough to leave it cracked and flipped on the light. She had to start her homework before studying, so Julie took her regional history text and blue and white striped notebook with her name on the front, a faded Alyssa's in black permanent marker, and Jane's in pink with a heart replacing the 'a' out of her backpack and tossed them on her bed.
Her regional history book read 'Geographical History' in white print over its cover photo of Wyndon City in Galar, specifically its massive spherical gray stadium with a plaid red wavy design and a red and blue logo above its entrance.
It was a reading assignment with a few questions to answer at the end— easy enough, and she would read the study guide she'd forgotten about afterward.
She glanced at her light gray laptop on the floor leaning against the wall by her closet, somewhat slim but on the bulky side. It was useful when she had to look up questions, but she'd just use her phone for it as she did with everything else. Julie had little reason to use her laptop nowadays unless she had a huge assignment or essay.
She then looked at her prized volleyball trophy on the nightstand that she had a love-hate relationship with. Firstly, Julie wasn't fond of her district's middle school. It was around ten minutes north of the elementary one, twice larger than Ecruteak, and had many more students, but it wasn't a good school. Julie had to steer clear of most students attending as taught strictly by her parents. Her mom and dad were always waiting in front of the school the moment Julie got out to ensure she didn't slip and fall into bad crowds that got into afterschool trouble around the city.
Al in all, she never had genuine friends but did have acquaintances and was never bullied there, perhaps because the school was bigger, and she wasn't the girl she was now. The school did have an impressive sports team and won more games against other schools than it lost, though.
Julie wasn't the worst at volleyball either. She was no top player but was considered decent enough to be valuable to the team. She kept her blue and white jersey and shorts in her closet as a memory and remembered vividly the day of that big championship game against one of the best teams in the region, where she was as confident as she was nervous. It was the last time she had her father's support. Both he and her mother were in the bleachers of Golden Ocean's buzzing indoor gym along with hundreds of other parents, and he'd given her a motivational pep talk in the car on the way there.
Julie performed well that day— better than she, the other girls, and probably even her coach had expected. She'd saved the game multiple times in life-or-death situations, moved with purpose, positioned herself well and was in the right spot more often than not, and hit that ball with all her might.
After that day, her team respected and appreciated her, and it was the last period in her life that Julie had felt either. It was also the last time she felt happiness.
She would be going to the closest Goldenrod high school twenty minutes south by the beach, but while better respected than Golden Ocean, it still wasn't anywhere near the best. Hence, they looked into pricey private schools around the city until seeing Ecruteak High in an advertisement. It, technically, was one of the best public options in the region that allowed children outside of Ecruteak to attend. Maybe Julie had just ruined it for herself.
Julie closed her curtains to cut any incoming light, set her bottle on the nightstand, and got under her blue blanket on her side, tucking it around her to keep in the heat. It felt amazing after being out in the city. She reached and grabbed her phone from the bottom of the bed and slid it under her pillow, plugging it in using an outlet on the wall behind her, then opened her book and stretched her legs. She had to read five pages, and after that were the easy questions. She just adored this subject.
Ever since day one of middle school, regional history was her absolute favorite subject since it taught her so much about every region, from modern history down to their pasts. It was a broad discipline, covering not only the geography and intricate exploration of the history of every region dating back to the Stone Age but also the people and pokémon that lived, persisted, evolved, and developed with the land by comparing and contrasting data, including their cultures and past societies.
Julie looked around the bed and lifted the blanket. She'd forgotten her notebook and pencil pack in her backpack. "Come onn…" She wouldn't bother reading without them, and there was no way she'd be willing to get up after skimming through so many words. Julie didn't feel like getting up now, either. Instead, she lay on her back, her head on her pillow. She listened to droplets of water hit the pavement that dripped from roofs outside among utter silence.
Her mind pushed thoughts from what she'd do after school to how she was doing in school now, then to how she was doing in general. Julie felt lonely at times. She'd never had a boyfriend, and most of the people she knew that she rarely talked to weren't much her type. They'd probably think she was weird for wanting to be around pokémon more than humans, anyway, but she couldn't help how she felt. All Julie knew was that she longed for something specific now that she thought about it.
She reached her hand under the blanket and spread her legs slightly. She should be doing homework right now but couldn't ignore this arousal. It'd relax her. Plus, since the house was hers for a while, now would be a good time. Julie ran her fingers along her inner thighs, squeezing them and exhaling through her nose before pressing her fingers into her clitoris over her panties and biting her lip.
Naturally, she thought about what turned her on the most while masturbating. There wasn't much that really spiked it except for something that would bring her some guilt— Midnight.
He wasn't her umbreon, but he was something to drool over to Julie, and maybe she was weird for it, but Julie felt strongly for him and preferred him to every boy at Ecruteak. This was more or less what she had been hiding as a result of their constant interactions that had brewed and brewed over time into stronger feelings— at least on her end. Now she was here... wherever and whatever stage this was.
She sat up for a second, reached behind her to unclip her bra, then shifted onto her back and lay her head on her pillow. She slipped her hand under her panties and placed two fingers on her clit, rubbing in a slow, circular motion with a short-lived and subtle moan, and shut her eyes while thinking of Midnight and herself in mentally engaging scenarios.
She pictured him mounting her from behind and how adorable his expression would be as he thrust his stiff cock into her virgin pussy. "Ah, mn..." Her legs twitched every so often, spreading farther, and with every other second, she rubbed faster, her breathing quick. Julie reached her hand down and spread her labia, caressing her thin outer lips as well.
She pulled up her shirt with her other hand and slipped her hand under her bra, fondling her breast. "F-Faster, Midnight. I n... I need it..." she whispered, her breaths climbing. She imagined him thrusting faster and how incredible it would feel. She had to satisfy the ache. Her walls begged for penetration. Julie parted her folds and would start slow, giving a moment while she caught her breath and calmed down.
With a soft sigh and serene chill running traversing her, she reset her imagination to Midnight mounting her in missionary. His warm, loving paws were on her thighs right now while he stood between her legs spread just for him, and those eyes— those adorable orbs stared at her as they did always.
"I'm ready, Midnight..." And as he thrust his hips and pushed his stiff, warm heat inside her, spreading her pussy, she parted her labia by slipping two fingers inside, muttering, "you can start moving. Don't worry," she whispered, grinning at his care. Julie drew her digits along the topside of her slick walls, pressing and rubbing them while moaning under breath from the stimulation.
Her legs quivered while Midnight pumped his hips at a steady pace, and she fingered herself to match it, watching his eyes grow weak while using her pussy. "Like it? Nh, I hope you do... You can go faster. It'll be better for us both." So she fingered herself at the pace he'd set himself on, watching his hips move quicker and imagining the equally adorable moans behind them.
She gasped, pushing as deep as she could go, past her knuckles while arching her back. Her shirt slid over her hand while she rubbed her nipple due to her movement, so Julie pulled it up again and bit it to avoid further nuisance. "Mhn, yss. Don't stop. P-Pleasee don't s-top... You're gonna make me... m-make me..." Her shirt somewhat muffled her moans. Julie squeezed her tit and fingered faster, feeling her pussy get wet from such vivid thoughts that peaked her arousal and made her motions audible— until her door abruptly swung open.
She sat up and gasped while catching her breath, mortified. Her cheeks turned a shade of dark red. Fortunately, it was only Lilly that interrupted, and she sighed in relief, briefly shutting her eyes. Julie knew no one else was home, but it startled her. For a second, she thought it was some low odds possibility that her mom came home early. "Lilly, ugh, d-don't barge into my room like that!" Julie glowered across the room at her.
"Lipr." Lilly flicked her tail and turned around nonchalantly, walking off after the scolding.
"Stupid entitled liepard..." Julie mumbled and could breathe slower, feeling her legs still shake subtly while her body calmed itself. She pulled her hand away and grabbed her water bottle, opening it and taking several long sips before setting it down.
She then unplugged and took her phone from under her pillow but noticed loose strands of her hair splayed across it from last night's sleep and her act now that she'd forgotten to wipe away, so she did, taking a few moments to pick a few stubborn ones off and dropping them on the carpet to vacuum another time.
She didn't even know if Midnight felt the same way and shouldn't fantasize about him in such an unhealthy manner. That didn't mean she'd try to find out if he wanted to mate her or anything, though. She shut her eyes briefly and shook her head. "Don't be stupid, Julie. Stop..." That would be insane, and how would it even work? They couldn't have sex at school.
These thoughts were pathetic and morally wrong. Anyone with decency would tell her so. Poképhilia wasn't outright illegal in Johto or most regions, for that matter. A few, like Alola, Galar, and Almia had outlawed it, but one could perform the act with bidepal pokémon in this nation and Unova. However, it was frowned upon by the majority, so you'd never know the people who did have sex with their pokémon, and marrying one was permanently out of the picture.
Stringent laws were introduced over twenty years ago to get better control of the practice, as there had been a statistical increase in humans seeking only pokémon as long-term partners and vice versa. It created a noticeable decline in the human population and less of one in pokémon, alongside an alarming increase in sexual assaults happening to females and males on routes and in cities by people and pokémon of both species, especially if either had experienced anything sexual with the other species.
What pokémon would return to mating with pokémon after having had a human? It left them often deprived, depraved, and eventually willing to fulfill it again, even if it meant harming someone, and most pokémon overpowered humans easily. Quadrupedal pokémon statistically enacted more assaults on average, but bipedals made up a decent portion too.
Pokémon were also all too easy to acquire for humans, making them an easy choice, on top of them appearing so differently from people, which tended to increase lust and temptation. Abuse of the same or a similar type by awful people who caught pokémon to use solely as objects was rising as well. Some pokémon fought and often killed their captors, but not nearly enough after generations of forced subservience.
It was a collective strong degradation in a supposed civilized society slowly losing its civility through a chain reaction of countless and frequent degenerate acts, fueled mainly by humans taking advantage of pokéballs.
More shameless explicit poképhilia videos, shows, and films, both homemade and professional, were uploaded to adult sites than ever before, both consensual and forced with pokémon that had been snatched from the wild. The aspect had crept into general media and still did only on occasion since regulations were in place.
All of this was why even trading pokémon without supervision was outlawed. One had to call a ranger department and set up an appointment held at a station with a ranger present to ensure the situation and transaction were clean and consensual. Still, it was obvious that things were getting out of hand and weren't looking to improve long-term.
The consequences had risen significantly for anyone caught or found guilty of committing non-consensual sexual crimes against pokémon. Consensually, a person couldn't have more than one pokémon five years after they'd hatched as a sexual or romantic partner at a time, nor could one marry that pokémon under any circumstance. Just Julie's luck, she wanted an eeveelution, which wasn't legal in the Accord as of thirty years ago.
She could understand why, as bipedals were objectively more or less close to the level of human intelligence, but many quadrupeds, including eeveelutions, were about as smart too. They exhibited self-recognition and could perceive reality impressively, but they were more different from humans in a physical sense. The law here saw something in that that she didn't because some regions still allowed it. Admittedly, Julie may know the reason, and it kind of guilted her.
The consequences weren't as steep for consensual acts with quadrupeds, but they equaled hefty fines and imprisonment for a maximum of three years. The pokémon got confiscated and either rehomed, rereleased, or put down after professors evaluated its nature, background, and behavior. They searched for signs of depression, depravity, hypersexuality, and more.
Like humans, all species experienced psychological trauma from sexual abuse, but when it came to consensual acts and relationships with humans, some species were more at risk of experiencing some or all aspects of said trauma than others. Teen to adult-aged bipedals were much less likely to carry any when compared to most quadrupeds because they better understood the concept, excluding ninetales and a couple of others, so it was possible that the government outlawed acts with quadrupeds altogether to nullify potential risks and horrific outcomes.
No one knew for sure which applied to eeveelutions since they tended to sit in the middle of the equation, but it didn't matter since their limitations in intelligence regarded them as lesser creatures overall by many.
Midnight didn't belong to her, though, so maybe the school would have to pay the price, or maybe they'd take Julie to court.
She recalled a number of students getting caught for sexual acts with other students and getting expelled in the past, which was far from worth it, and it would be ten times more obscene if she were caught getting drilled by a four-legged pokémon.
Whatever. She unlocked her phone and checked the time. "Nearly three." Alyssa would be over soon, and Julie had to get ready on top of getting at least some of her assignment done.