Warning: Reader Discretion Advised. Pokémon x Human relationships. I do not own Pokemon.

Chapter: On My Mind

My mother reacted like I expected her to. She squealed and tugged me into a too-tight hug. Unlike most single parents, she didn't claim anything like "your father would be proud". I appreciated that. I always had. I had to force myself from her embrace, she was hugging me way too tight!

Meanwhile, Zoey just scoffed, rolling her eyes. "So basically, you have no idea if you passed. You're just assuming. I bet you'll fail!" Her scoff transformed into a wicked smirk.

I flicked her in the forehead. "You are such a brat." Zoey whined, holding her forehead while trying to intimidate me with an angry stare. Obviously, it didn't work.

I yawned. "I'm gonna head upstairs, I've had an exhausting morning. Need a nap. Wake me up for dinner, mom." After a brief goodbye, I walked up the stairs and into my bedroom. Jack and my family had always found it surprising how well-organized my room was. Jack claims I live like an old woman. Everything had its place, and I was bothered when anything got disorganized or lost. Other than that, I think I have an ordinary room. I have a TV I rarely use on a stand where I can watch it from my bed, a laptop set up on my desk, and a comfortable chair to go with it. The furniture and walls were various shades of maroon/red. I liked my room. Yawning a little, I practically threw myself onto my bed. It was deliciously comfortable and soft. The way I was lying, I was face to face with my TV. My thoughts roamed to Juliet's sister. I grabbed my remote and turned on the local news. A couple of minutes passed -mostly boring stuff- and then… there it was.

Juliet's model sister was plastered on the screen. I winced. She seriously had been arrested. Apparently, her name was Amara Harmon. Like her younger sister, she was incredibly beautiful and stylish: long, wavy black hair to her ankles and light brown eyes. I felt bad for Juliet. This had to be hard to come to terms with. I wondered what I would have done had I been in the same position. I watched the news silently, wondering at the specifics. Apparently, the victim of her actions was a male Rapidash that was now being taken care of by members of Amara's family. Immediately, I was bothered. Rapidash was known to have an intense fire on them that they could burn people with if they chose to. During those "acts" her Rapidash could have burned Amara at any moment if it was even slightly distressed and it chose not to. That had to mean something.

Apparently not. The newscaster continued: "Amara Harmon is only the most recent celebrity to have indecent, Pokephilia videos released across the internet. Gym Leader Burgh of Unova was also caught-" I gaped. Videos of Amara and her Rapidash? I don't consider myself a pervert but the thought of seeing it immediately made my cock harden. I glanced at my laptop, swallowing hard. I stopped myself from immediately jumping up, shaking my head. What in the hell was wrong with me? Not only would that be watching Poképhilia again, but it was also a video of Juliet's older sister. I was better than that, had to be. I forced myself to lay back down. My thoughts were all over the place, mainly lingering on Amara. She was a slender woman. How did she take it all? Did Rapidash fill her entirely, or did just some of his cock fill her? I'd seen a documentary on Rapidash racing once. One of the stallions had such a huge erection even the cameraman couldn't hide it during his filming... there was no way she could take all that, or could she?

I told myself it was curiosity that drove me to my computer. I ignored the fact that I was hard already and had to keep my legs apart to avoid discomfort. I froze when I got to the search engine. Where the hell did I even start? I tried "Amara Harmon leaked videos." Most of the results I found were about how said videos were being hidden and deleted. After a while, I gave up. They were so buried they were impossible to find. I was aggravated at how disappointed I was, and my hard-on was still a problem. I sighed, resting my forehead on my cool, wooden desk.

Was Mabel even slightly curious about this stuff? My thoughts went to a strange place. Mabel… but with a Pokémon. My mouth watered and I hastily unzipped my pants, holding my aching shaft in one hand. The thought drove me wild, but what Pokémon? I knew Mabel liked tough, cute Pokémon. Her favorite, which she spoke about frequently, was zangoose.

'Fuck.' My mind drove itself into a frenzy as my imagination worked its magic. I wrapped my fist around my shaft, starting a slow stroke as I typed in the address to the Poképhilia website from the day before. Pokémon Pornleague, a very straightforward name. I typed in zangoose in the search bar. Most of the results were female zangoose getting fucked by humans or male Pokémon. In fact, all the videos on the first few pages were that. I specified 'male zangoose, female trainer' and that was where I found the results I wanted. I found a simple one with a pleasant thumbnail, titled "Male zangoose roughly fucks his tiny, soaking wet trainer." They were right about one thing. She was soaking wet, her swollen pussy leaking fluids onto her thighs and the sheets. There was a visible puddle beneath the female trainer. Her clit was swollen and poking out of its hood. Her face was hidden, which helped my fantasy even more. The memory of Mabel's warm hug lingered as, for a moment, I concentrated on my hand wrapped around my shaft. I drove my fist up and down, groaning, my cock throbbing with every pull.

"Fuck... Mabel..." I was finally allowing myself to do it, to think about her while I got myself off. I hate how good it felt, how easily I could picture those forest green eyes of hers staring at me while I got myself off. I imagined her eager, encouraging smile, the way she'd lick her lips as if in anticipation of tasting me. The video stole my attention, banishing my thoughts completely. I watched the zangoose drag his trainer towards his cock. He was big, six inches or so, and his penis was interesting to say the least: A pair of furry balls, with a long pink shaft poking from a fur-covered sheath. I cared more about the way he was spreading her thighs apart with his clawed hands. Zangoose pushed himself between her legs, then gripped his human's hips. My eyes widened as the zangoose howled and dug its claws into her delicate skin. Blood seeped from the wounds it made, but that only seemed to excite his trainer even more- if her squirming and moans were anything to go by. There was a long, tense moment as the Zangoose struggled to put his pink cock inside her. The camera angle changed so I could see the penetration. My mind was completely consumed by the idea of Mabel spreading her legs for a Pokémon like this. The zangoose grunted as it pushed its engorged member between her folds, slowly but surely. The sticky folds parted around his shaft with a juicy squelching noise. The female trainer whimpered.

"Oh, Zanzan... I love you," she whispered. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized how intimate a moment this was. This wasn't just rough fucking or meaningless porn despite the title. This was a trainer giving herself to the Pokémon she loved, and vice versa. There was nothing disgusting about this. Zangoose finally pushed his cock deep inside her, beginning to mate with the girl. I matched my hand motions with his thrusting. The trainer squealed as she was pounded, and blood dripped from the spots where Zanzan's claws clutched her. Their motions were natural and loving, well-practiced, so not the first or last time. My cock throbbed, threatening to spill, but I forced the urge back. Zanzan pushed his face between his trainer's large, perky breasts as she opened her arms wide, beckoning him close. She embraced him as he pumped roughly inside her.

I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I tensed as my orgasm hit me, my cum spurting onto my desk and leaking down my fingers and hand. My chest heaved as I collapsed in my chair, overwhelmed by the emotions that erupted in me. Usually, after I watched porn and I came, the video became disinteresting and boring to me. Almost disgusting. It wasn't like that this time. I wanted to keep watching. I closed the tab anyways, panting. My semi-hard cock rested on my stomach. I was disgusted with myself, not the video. A strange paradox. If I wanted to, I could go again. I felt so ashamed. Not only had I pictured Mabel, in the last few moments it hadn't even been about her. It had been about Zanzan and his trainer. That was what turned me on and got me off. I put my cock away, disgusted with myself. And here I'd been calling Poképhilia disgusting.

If Mabel ever found out...

I shut my computer off and laid in bed. I was drained from my orgasm and the test, and to be honest I didn't want to think about Mabel or Poképhilia or anything. So instead, I just went to sleep.

The next day, I woke up to my mom shrieking with joy. "Avery! You did it!"

I immediately leapt up, sprinting out of my room and down the stairs, zipping up my jeans. I nearly ran into my mother who was at the bottom of the staircase with a big smile on her face. She was holding an envelope, already opened. My mom had always been like that. No matter who it was from or who it was addressed to, she liked to open letters before anyone else. Usually, I hated that she opened my mail before me, but I didn't mind this time. I was simply too excited. I ripped the letter from her hands, hastily reading the words on the paperwork within. My mind hyper-focused on two things: 91% and Congratulations, graduate of the Hearthome Coordinator Trainer's School!

I yelled out loud, "I did it! Where's Zoey? I'm gonna rub this in her face!" I looked around for my brat of a sister but sadly she was MIA.

My mom giggled, rubbing my back. "Sorry honey, Zoey's at her friend's house. You won't be bragging to her today. Why don't you go see Jack? He most likely got his results back as well."

That was true, and I was honestly curious whether he gave it his all this time. I nodded. "Good idea, mom. I'm gonna call Jack, I'll let you know before I leave."

She nodded. "I had a sandwich and chips ready for you. I'll pack them up right now." Mum scurried away as I headed upstairs.

I was packing my bags when I noticed I hadn't cleaned up my desk from last night. It was sticky as shit. 'Nasty bastard.' I wiped it off with a towel, and then threw the towel in my hamper. I forced my thoughts away from what had helped create the mess.

I called Jack on my Pokétch. Jack was never busy, and he never said I couldn't come over. We hung out constantly, and I was sure this time would be no exception. He answered after a few long rings. His room was dark, the only light his computer screen and Pokétch. "Sup, Avery?"

"Just got my results back, what about you?"

"Nah, not yet. Wouldn't know if it came to be honest, been beating it. Pretty sure I broke my dick watching Juliet's sister get rawed by a Rapidash." Jack laughed and turned his Pokétch towards his desktop monitor. I saw just a flicker of an image. A Rapidash with a woman kneeling between two of its long, slender legs. My heart pounded. That was what I'd been searching for.

"You seriously found Amara's leaked videos?" I asked, "How!?"

Jack seemed offended. "I'm Jacky Boy! Since when have I not been able to find things on the internet? Come on, Avery." He raised a good point. Jack's frown shifted into a happy grin. "Soooo... seeing that you know Amara's name, I assume you went searching for the vids on your own with little success?"

I reddened. "N-no. I just watched the news... like you told me to." Jack stared at me with a blank expression, completely silent. There was so much doubt on his face. After a few moments of that dead stare, I finally caved. "Ok I did look for them, but it wasn't because it turned me on or anything, I was just curious!"

Jack clicked his tongue, shaking his head dramatically, "And you acted like you were soooo much better than me..."

I choked. "Listen, Jackass! I only looked because I was curious about how it worked!"

Jack laughed, "Uh huh, sure. That's like watching porn for the plot, bro. I just don't believe it."

I sighed. He was right. I didn't just watch out of curiosity... but there was no way in hell I was gonna tell Jack that! I decided to change the subject instead. "By the way, want to hang out?"

Jack frowned. "For the first time ever, my dude, I'm gonna have to decline." That really was a first. Jack sighed, shaking his head. "I'm busy…"

I scratched my jaw. "Oh... it's whatever. Sorry to bother you."

Jack nodded slowly, looking me dead in the eyes. "Unless…" He shifted uncomfortably. I was worried now. Jack being serious about anything was an alarm.

"Unless... what?"

"Unless you... watch some pokefucker DVDs with me or course man! Check this shit out!" He reached behind himself, then showed me three glossy DVDs with VERY explicit covers on them. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. "I've Elesa gets Electrified! Hot and Bothered with Flannery, uncut! And my personal favorite Roxanne Likes it Rockruff... directors fucking cut bro!"

I died a little inside. When I was a kid, Roxanne had been my celebrity crush. Even now she was always on the news, how was it possible that she kept sex with Pokémon a secret? Jack was good with a computer, but no expert. How had the police not discovered this!? Now I couldn't get the image of Roxanne and a Rockruff out of my head. "Jack, you have serious issues. I'm not jerking off with you, and definitely not to Poképorn. See you later." I was about to hit the end call button when he cried out.

"Fine! You can come and we'll watch absolutely no Poképorn. Deal?" I smiled and nodded.

"Deal. I'll be heading over soon. Few nights as always?"

He smiled. "You know it." He hung up, probably to continue masturbating. What a weirdo… I walked around my room, grabbing things I'd probably need. Clothes, Pokétch charger, laptop. I stuffed them all in my stayover bag and left my room. I gazed at Zoey's room across from mine. I really did wish she was here, though she probably would have just said something rude about me cheating on my test or something. No way I'd ever get a congratulations from her. I pushed open her bedroom door and gazed inside. Zoey was still young and cute despite pretending to be some punk badass. Her pink, frilly decor made that obvious. As did her dozens of stuffed animals. It was all very cute. I gazed around her room, and sighed with distaste when I noticed the layers of blue-black fur coating the comforter and pillows on her bed. More-so when I noticed the wet spot on her bed. As always, Zoey was bringing food and drinks into her room, spilling them, and then not cleaning up after herself. I scooped up the snack food wrappers and cups of soda she left sitting around. She had a trash can in her room and still chose to litter her desk and floor with cups, cans, and wrappers. I ripped off her comforter and rolled it into a ball in my arms. Gosh, it smelled weird. How could Zoey stand living like such a dirty Tepig?

I trotted downstairs with her comforter bundled in one arm and my stayover bag in the other. "Heading over to Jack's. Can you throw Zoey's comforter in the wash, mom?"

Amy was sitting, reading a novella in her armchair. It creaked as she rocked. It was a comforting sound that I've heard all my life. She smiled at me. "Of course! But... you know... Zoey won't be happy when she finds out you were in her room, Avery.

I shrugged. "When is Zoey not mad at me? Tell her to stop making a mess of her damn room and I'll stop coming in. She's such a slob...:" I dropped the blanket near my mom's hamper. "As usual, I'm gonna be gone for a few days. I'll probably come home when I get my Pokémon. That okay?"

My mom nodded vigorously. "Of course! Go have fun, dear. I packed you some sandwiches for the walk. They're in a brown bag on the counter!"

I grabbed said brown bag and headed for the door. "Thanks mom, see ya!"

She smiled and waved. "Have a good time! And I'm so proud of you for passing your test!"

I pushed open the door and headed outside. I knew the way to Jack's house by heart, I'd walked there so many times. I opened the brown paper bag and munched on one of my sandwiches. I've always loved cheese and berry sandwiches, simple but delicious. I glanced around me as I traveled, taking in the sights of the city. It was difficult living in Hearthome, but it was nice. It was loud and crowded but it was entertaining. And somehow, everyone knew each other, at least it seemed that way. Not me though. If I was known for anything, it was being the only guy in town who wasn't rich or above average wealth. An exaggeration, but I certainly wasn't popular. But my luck was going to change soon, and my reputation.

'I'm going to get a Pokémon, and with my knowledge of Pokémon I'm sure I'll make a decent trainer of some kind. If not a trainer, something else. Which means I can quit my shitty job soon.'

The restaurant I worked at was actually right across the street from where I was currently striding: Dim Lights was one of the few restaurants in Hearthome city that wasn't Pokémon themed. Aka there was no Pokémon mascot, just good food. It was nice enough if you could get past the total bitch of a manager that worked there. I could not. I walked faster. Margaret, my manager, would not be happy when she found out why I ditched work the past few days. I dashed down the street, backpack bouncing on my back. I rounded the corner at the end and stumbled to a halt when I saw a person coming toward me. Too late, I slammed into the person, landing on my side with a grunt. I scraped my elbow a little bit but was otherwise fine. I was more worried about the person I hit with the full force of my body. I got up quickly, anxious.

It was a girl... more specifically, it was Juliet Harmon. This definitely wouldn't end well for me. The raven-haired girl glared at me, standing up and brushing off her clothes. She looked hot as usual in a black mini skirt and a sleeveless red turtleneck. It hugged her curves in the most amazing ways. Her dark mascara made her angry gaze very intimidating. She sneered at me, slamming a finger into my chest. "Watch where you're going you four-eyed loser," she hissed.

A normal person probably would have just walked away after that, but I still felt guilty for calling her sister disgusting, so I knelt and began to pick up all the bags I'd knocked out of her hands. There were lots of them. Apparently, she'd been on some kind of a shopping trip. "I'm sorry Juliet. It was completely unintentional."

Juliet rolled her eyes, "Shut the hell up, Higgs. Give me my damn bags."

I nodded awkwardly, clearing my throat as I shoved the bags in her direction. "I really am sorry." She peered at my face; expression unreadable. Then, her ruby red lips twisted into a grin.

"If you're really sorry, you'll carry my bags back to my apartment for me," Juliet smirked, tucking her dark hair behind her ear. I gazed at her in disbelief.

"You want me to carry your bags all the way to your apartment? Don't you live on the other side of the city?"

Juliet nodded. "All the more reason for you to help, right? Even a loser like you wouldn't make a girl walk all that way on her own."

For a moment I actually did consider helping her. Juliet was right, and if it was any girl but her, I'd have been glad to help them out, but assisting someone who'd treated me so shittily would just leave a bad taste in my mouth. So instead of agreeing, I shook my head. "Sorry, Juliet. Gonna have to pass. I have plans tonight. Here are your bags." Juliet's eyes widened in shock. Clearly, it was the first time someone had ever said no to her. Was my response really that much of a surprise? I didn't owe her anything and she really wasn't that cute to me. If I let her push me around, I was just enabling her shitty behavior. I wasn't some pushover that she could bully into being her bitch. It pissed me off that she thought I was. Juliet's expression grew so angry I was worried she was gonna smack me or something. Instead, she ripped the bags from my hand and stalked away, heels clicking on the cement. I watched her leave.

How could Jack have a crush on such a bitch? I shook my head. Some people were into that type of personality, I guess. I started walking again, forcing the entire encounter from my mind. I wasn't going to let Juliet Harmon of all people ruin my day.