“Vapeee….” She huffed out, wiggling beneath him in anticipation.
“You want this so much, don’t you?” Emil said as he leaned closer to her face, looking into her mind-melting gaze. “I’ve held back on you too long, haven’t I?”
“VaporeeeeeeOn!” She cried out, barking a bit at the end with an emphatic nod.
He ran his hand across the blue fleshy spines of her head that held onto the magnificent linen colored sails that captured the wind and the water. “I know you’ve waited so long already, but its not over yet.”
“FIVE MORE!” Richard roared and clapped his hands together in a cup to sound off a pop like gunshot. He stood atop the diving board of his new pool, crystal clear and yet lacking any smell of chemical at all, with an air of confident defiance like he always had.
Vaporeon whipped around with a glare that clearly said, ‘go to hell and find a rock to shove up your ass.’
Emil was standing behind her in a colorful blue floral Alolan shirt holding a stainless steel Pokemon food bowl loaded up with a vivid green frozen custard; a red-fleshed peeled Salac fruit sat atop the mound of frosty goodness alongside a little golden flower that practically glowed in the sunlight. Emil was a perfectionist and didn’t want anyone to know he couldn’t cook to save anyone’s life, so he made sure he replaced the real flower with carefully sculpted fondant candy. The other Pokemon on Richard’s team danced around each other in the combat ring, trying to avoid each others’ ranged attacks and take colored bandannas from each other tied around their limbs.
“Five more reps, girl! Then you can have that tasty little sin. Can’t have you gettn’ chunky, no no, not while we got competition to destroy,” he said, first pointing at Emil and then to the pool. “Begin with Hydrolifts.”
She looked up at Emil with a grumpy frown. Emil shrugged and rubbed her behind the fins of her head. “It’s worth the wait, trust me. I’ll keep it cold for you. Knock him dead!”
She cackled a little when he said that. Just as he was beginning to regret suggesting such a thing she looped around him, rubbing her flank and her tail against his pale bare legs, and then leapt into the water. Emil knew it would take a while for the routines to complete so he sat down on the concrete bench to watch her get to work. He grunted in frustration as well as he pulled the front of his pants loose and shyly sat in a way that gave the front of his clothes lots of slack.
Richard began by having her use her watergun to lift herself up and hover in the air. This act by itself was astounding, and the only reason Richard kept having her do it again and again was so he could move her towards performing a move in the Hydropump class. He wanted to see her do it harder and longer and he only told her to stop once he saw her body shuddering from the effort of pushing herself too hard. The next task was much simpler but after having run all her energy out on the Hydrolifts it became monumentally difficult; she needed to move under-water from one side of the pool to the other hitting submerged flashing buttons as they illuminated, all controlled from Richard’s Dexnav with an application that was repurposed by Emil over the last week. Finally at the end he shouted, “Pull!” and he threw plastic frisbees in the air. She was expected to watergun each one, and every one she missed he added two more to her regiment. Sometimes he threw two or three at a time just to throw her off and Emil could tell that she was beginning to wince in discomfort near the end of it all.
Emil couldn’t help but want to be there to watch anytime he could, even when he had only just gotten home from his work assignments and was barely conscious. He appreciated Richard’s other mon, sure, but Vaporeon was sitting atop an entirely different mountain of excellence. Her body moved with a grandeur that wrapped his attention around her like an extravagant cloak, a cloak that she always loved to adorn. She was a powerful creature, everything she did felt like it made the world shake; without a doubt if she wanted to kill either of them, and Richard couldn’t recall her in time, the only thing left would have been two broken, wrinkly, drowned bodies in the pool; if that.
With all of that in mind you might be forgiven for assuming that Emil would have had a similar reaction to her training as he did for Rhydon’s; a sense of dread paired with a standing policy of making sure valuable items were kept off high shelves. But Emil’s body apparently had not received the memo nor the warnings. Whenever she was performing her amazing feats of strength and agility, whenever she made physical contact with him, or even so much as look at him in certain ways his skin would become hot, his heart would begin to flutter, and he would find himself with an inexplicable erection that he had to hide like an awkward teenager in class. He would always find some way to rationalize this insanity, but it was becoming more and more difficult to keep drumming up excuses to run behind the pump room shed so he could force himself to meditate on schematics and dead Feebas.
What is wrong with me? These five words ran through his head over and over again. He wasn’t some disgusting lech, was he? No, no he wasn’t surely. He couldn’t afford to be! He was spending so much time around Richard and his team now, almost all of his free time in fact, and once or twice Richard had even invited him over to be introduced to some of his much more beautiful and popular friends. Of course this always ended up with Emil curling up into the psycho-social fetal position, shyly mumbling hellos and goodbyes, habitually talking shop in the face of excitable party goers, or bringing up League Battle statistics in a way that made their eyes shift around looking for any excuse to run away, but he was getting better each time he was thrown into that social gauntlet. Actually, he was beginning to suspect Richard had turned this into some twisted training regiment, one which in a few ways this was making Emil feel immensely proud. Nobody he spoke with had been very good friends with Richard at all; this rabble that flocked around him on the regular was there for the parties and the chance to hobnob with one of the Stones, not to make some heartfelt friendship blossom. He had learned that he was one of Richard’s real friends, maybe his only real friend at all, and he didn’t want to push Richard away.
“Aaaaaaand TIME! Good job Vaporeon!” Richard said, then hooted and hollered clapping his hands in excitement as she burst forth and leapt from the water at an angle that sent her careening towards Emil.
“Vaaaaapeeeeeee!” she cried out like a mortar whistling in its descent, making purchase right onto Emil’s chest with all four paws. The dessert tumbled out of Emil’s grip, miraculously landing right-side-up on the concrete pad twenty feet away.
He laid in the grass with the wind knocked out of him with his eyes open like a startled Blitzle. “Haaaa, haaaaa ok ok, you can have it!” He wheezed as he tried to get up with her standing on his chest in triumph.
“Vap Vap, Vaaaaporeon,” she trumpeted with a single strong self-gratifying nod. Then she walked off him like a queen stepping away from her carriage. She made an exaggerated stretching motion, curled up with her prize, and slowly licked away to savor every bit.
Richard clapped hands with Emil and helped lift him up off the ground. “Man oh man, Em, I’m glad I have you around to motivate her… well, whenever I’m lucky enough to have you around.”
Emil breathed deep to fill his lungs with fresh air, picked his glasses off the ground, and shook the startled look from his face. “It’s all in her documentation. No joke, literally everything. It was kind of a pain to find Salac, by the way; they’re almost always out of season.”
Richard rolled his shoulders and stretched, preparing to do his cool down exercises for the day. “I’ll make it up to ya, I know that all season market ain’t cheap. Stick around a lil bit and keep her busy while I give the other boys and girls over there some TLC. Thanks buddy, I owe you a lot…”
Emil waved it off and then started cleaning his glasses as he sat back onto the bench. “Nah, you don’t owe me anything for that, Rich. I’ve never had the opportunity to work with Pokemon like this. Not sure if I’ll ever be able to get a license so its a real pleasure.” Emil does, however, grin slyly. “You do owe me for something else, though...”
Rhydon in the background roared menacingly and smacked a hand-made, solid steel, welded monstrosity of a device with all the force their body could muster. The shock wave from the strike practically smacked them all in the face and then a cute little digital chime sounded off in celebration. A tiny LED readout showed Rhydon’s strike force and Machamp high-fived Rhydon with all four arms while the rest of them cheered at the new record being set.
Richard grunted and then smiled, shaking his head. “Yeah. I guess you’re right,” then he turned and jogged onto the track.
Emil stretched and finally allowed himself a long low yawn. He had spent most of his day making that dessert and then the rest of it with the crew. Richard was starting him off slow but he had encouraged Emil to begin an workout routine like the rest of them as well. It was awful and he detested everything about it, but after a few weeks the light exercise had just become part of his automatic behaviors. He even made time for it in the hotels he stayed at on the road and on breaks on the job. He was taking a break that day though, and it felt in that moment that all he wanted to do was head back home and sink into his brand new plush couch.
Vaporeon lifted her chin and surveyed her domain. She spotted Richard in lock step with the other Pokemon in the crew and then swiveled around to see Emil sitting by himself as he stared off into the sky. “Vaporee…” she mumbled, picked up her food bowl by the rim with her mouth, and then quietly set it down next to Emil on the bench. “Vaporeon!” she called out, paws set gently up on the bench from behind him.
His eyes listlessly peered down at her. “Oh, you haven’t finished it. Was it not very good? Sorry girl, I’m new at this,” he responded and rubbed her head behind the head fins where he knew she liked it.
She coughed in frustration and shook her head. “Vap Vaporeeeeon!” she called out and pointed at the the bench where there was only enough room for her little food bowl.
Emil was noticing that flush in his skin and the sensation of his chest humming like a cloud of Cutiefly again. “Oh, haha. Ok.” He scooted over and made plenty of room for her majesty to perch.
She nodded in approval, “Vapee,” completely ignoring the space as she leapt up into his chest to curl up onto his lap. Then she reached her paw out and scraped the bowl back towards her so she could finish her treat atop her human-throne.
Emil was paralyzed again. Not with fear, since everything he knew about her personality showed that she wasn’t hostile nor had the intent to hurt anyone. Instead he felt that burning sense of longing he was completely unfamiliar with. She stretched once or twice as he ran his hand along her smooth glistening Dolphin-like skin. From a distance it looked rubbery but to the touch it was silky smooth and soft as felt. She chirruped and purred at his touch and rolled on her side so he could run his hand all along her, from her neck down along her powerful muscular tail. With her this close he had no hope of hiding it and that random-ass boner began to creep onto the scene. Once or twice she sat up to nuzzle his chest and face and he caught a whiff of her natural scent. It was entrancing; she smelled like a windy seaside cliff covered in wild grasses with patches of aromatic wildflowers.
“You know I’m not your trainer, Vaporeon. I’m just the neighbor guy,” he said as he rubbed under her chin and she nuzzled his palm.
She glanced up at him with one eye half open like a queen responding to some peasant’s cute little request. “Vap Vapee Reon.” she hummed as she lifted her head up indignantly, then licked some custard off her paw before going back to nuzzling his hand.
Well, that settled that then apparently, at least for her it did. Emil knew that she understood the dynamic, she was smarter than any other Pokemon he’d met after all. He was also seeing how much this was going to cause problems. He would have to come up with a solution, he told himself, but for now the feeling of her up against him and snuggling into his lap was something he didn’t want to end. If Pokemon had always been this pleasant to be around then he was beginning to feel a bit resentful at his parents for never starting him on a League Journey and instead pushed him right into tech school. Resentful at his job who affected the league’s decisions. Resentful at his own decision to sign his life away to Silph Co.
She squirmed a little bit, lifting herself up off his lap, and then stretched again. Emil started to get up in relief that she was going to hop off him but then she started pawing down on his crotch like a cat working a hard spot out of a pillow. This had quite the opposite effect and she started to get frustrated as her Human’s lap was becoming more uncomfortable as she fussed with it. “Vap?” She squeaked as she batted at the bulge in his pants, then looked up in confusion at his Cherri Berry red face.
“Oh lord Arceus why?” he hissed out out at himself. “Nonono, don’t worry about it Vaporeon. I just need to take a walk.”
She hopped off him as he started to walk away, concern washing over her face, and her fins folded back in distress. Normally she took immense pleasure in toying around with her pet human, but she had never seen him actually upset about something and it was making her anxious. “Reon?” she cooed softly as she carefully padded over to him. Had she hurt him? She hoped not; you shouldn’t break things you wanted to keep, she thought.
“No, it’s fine, girl. Nothing’s wrong.” He uttered, not turning to face her as he desperately tried to summon up images of Probopass in sexy swimming outfits to make his soldier sink back into the trenches.
“Everything ok, Em?” Richard said immediately after, having approached with his Incineroar jogging in place with him.
Emil’s heart sank even further. He swore at his dick that if it didn’t get its shit together he was going to snuggle a Skuntank. Apparently it got the message that time and his erection finally began to recede. “Yeah, haha Just.. ha just one of her claws got me on the leg there…”
Vaporeon’s eyes snapped down to inspect her perfectly manicured claws with insulted pride, then continued staring at Emil with her head tilted in worry.
Richard looked him up and down as Emil was brushing the front of his pants. “Oh…. Oh! Haahahaha. Thought you were gonna loose yer family jewels, did’ja?”
Emil laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head in shame. “Haaa, yeah. But I remembered just now that I spent all that time getting her to let me clip them. I guess I’m still a little wuss around these powerful critters.”
One of her eyebrows raised like she had just heard an adult give a child’s lie. Her pet human never seemed to worry about her hurting him at all, even when he probably should have… even when she was hurting him a little bit.
Richard chuckled and smacked him on the back. “Haha, well Em, I’d suggest getting used to the feeling of danger because I got you something,” he said as he handed Emil an envelope. A letter wrapped in familiar stationary, red and white with a big Pokeball on the front.
Vaporeon stomped her paw down in frustration. No, dumbass, the topic was not done being discussed, she screamed in her head. “Vapeeeee!” she squeaked as if she was yelling at Richard to find out what was wrong with Emil.
“I know you’re still hungry girl, let me finish with Emil and we’ll go back inside,” Richard said to her dismissively.
She spat water at his face and then stomped off to sulk in the pool.
While Emil was reading the letter Richard wiped water from his face. Then he stared at her lurking at the side of the pool, looking at him eerily. “What’s gotten into her? Jeez… Em?”
Emil’s eyes had begun to well up with tears.
“Em, you ok?”
Emil wiped his face and sniffled. “It’s a letter of recommendation... from the Elite Four…” he uttered, not sure if he could believe what he was reading.
“Yep, hand written by my pop. I told him about your situation and he thinks its just as crappy as I do. There’s the makings of a great trainer in those bones of yours and after everything I told him about you he agrees.”
Emil’s eyes watered up again and several glistening tears dripped onto the concrete. “Rich… I…” he struggled to form words, choking up and crying like a startled child. “I ca…”
Emil stopped trying to talk and just started sobbing, ugly crying in broad daylight. Vaporeon peered up from the side of the pool. She was confused and angry. She didn’t like this nonsense, her human crying and being upset. Why was he crying? The lunkhead gave him that paper! He made him upset! She chittered and mumbled to herself as she watched Richard like a hawk, getting ready to pounce on him and smack him good! Then Richard wrapped his arms around Emil’s shoulders and they both embraced like long lost brothers. She was so confused, but Emil seemed to be happy now. He laughed, eyes still full of tears, and slapped backs with Richard as he exhaled and was finally able to speak again.
“I don’t know how to pay you back. Richard, this is so much.”
Richard rolled his shoulders and pursed his lips. “Well, I don’t want it to seem like I’m baiting or bribin’ you or nothin’, but I was wondering if you would consider bailing on Silph.”
Emil stared at him blankly. “R… Rich I… I won’t lie I haven’t enjoyed my job lately. I don’t like talking about it but the money I make from fixing your stuff is twice as much as I make on call.”
Richard nodded. “And?”
Emil started wandering back and forth, still wiping loose tears from his face. “And I’ve got the non-compete. Can’t work anywhere else that’ll pay me, I can’t rely on your shed, its already half done.”
“So?” he finished, folding his arms.
Emil shook his head. “I’d love to go solo and do my own thing, but I can’t throw away the life I’ve worked for. I don’t have a lot that’s mine, man.”
Richard took off his sunglasses and folded them up, slipping them into the collar of his exercise shirt. “What about a partnership, then?”
Emil stopped in his tracks then looked up at Richard like he sprouted an Unown out of his forehead. “Huh?”
“Look at it from my side, Em. All the stuff I have now needs someone to help take care of it. I don’t know if you realize it but you’ve saved me an assload of money this year. My dad is in charge of the account that doles money for my training budget and he for the first time in my life told me he was proud of how I’ve handled my cash. The seawater pump needs a maintenance guy, you said so yourself, and you live right next door! The reality for me is that I’d be a total dumbass if I didn’t try to poach you from Silph Co.”
He saw Emil start to talk and he raised a finger to interrupt him.
“And I asked around; you were right, you’re not trapped. Silphs’ got nothing on you long as you’re working in the league. I’m not going to try and corner you Em, I know you’re the kind of guy that needs to scoot off into his cave and analyze, make charts, or whatever the hell goes on in that head of yours. But while you’re decide’n on the risks I’m lett’n you know you should consider all the rewards too. There won’t be any more bet bonuses… well mostly, anyway. I’ll double your pay from Silphco and that’s your salary. I’m not looking for a second battler, that’s not how the Stones operate and I don’t think you even want to do that. What I need is a manager. I need someone to take care of the stuff that falls apart around us while I push our Pokemon to be the very very best.”
Vaporeon had snuck behind Emil nearby too, watching with intense interest. Emil would join the team? What would that mean? Wasn’t he already with the team? How would that be different from what they were already doing? Her tail wagged and she smiled as she suddenly realized something. Would him joining mean that he couldn’t up and disappear for weeks at a time?! If that was the case, he could be her favorite human all the time. “Vapeee!” She cooed up at him, sitting politely on her haunches with her tail wagging rapidly.
Richard could tell that Emil was struggling inside, what with his face twisting, contorting, and wincing in mental anguish like it was. He knew Em wasn’t used to making decisions on the fly, but dammit if he really didn’t wanna let Emil run off without giving his offer some thought. “See Em, she thinks its a good idea too!”
Emil breathed in finally after a minute or two of him churning around in his own hide. “As long as you promise we’ll be the very best; that you’re aiming to be the strongest in the world.”
Richard sighed out in relief and put his shades back on. “The best there ever was, Em.”
Emilio breathed in the fresh autumn air, as if it was his first time in a decade that he’d been able to smell the outside world. Vaporeon and Richard could both see that it was as if someone was being let free from a prison as the light of life re-entered his eyes
“It’s going to be nice to tell my handler to go and fuck himself for a change.”
In the late evening, hours past his bedtime, Emil placed his dexnav down onto the arm of his overstuffed couch flipped open with his work app open. The screen illuminated the dark living area of his home enough to ominously outline everything behind him and his eyes behind his glasses reflected the screen’s contents. He had been scheduled every possible time-slot with the maximum number of jobs one technician was allowed to do in one two week stint. He was scheduled a ‘Full Double,’ dreaded by all in his profession, but he simply peered down at the screen as he leaned back with a steaming mug of coffee and a cool smile in his lips.
1-900-795-7426 (Karl Tate): Gonna be a long couple weeks, Malison. Hope you’re ready. 1-900-795-7426 (Karl Tate): Expecting a lot out of you after the couple days you took off.
He smirked, picked it back up, and then began to fight the urge to turn into a petulant child. He breathed in hard, held his breath as he stopped himself from typing what he wanted to say, and shook some sense into himself. 1-218-860-5045 (Emil): Thanks so much for all the work, Mr. Tate. Scheduling me for so many clients definitely lets me know just how much you guys value my talents.
1-900-795-7426 (Karl Tate): Cut the crap, review period is over so brown nosing isn’t earning you any favors. Don’t be late to X-Tech again, they’re threatening contract breech after you slacked off last shift.
1-218-860-5045 (Emil): Goodness, in that case perhaps you’d better schedule someone else!
1-900-795-7426 (Karl Tate): Yeah, well I’m not going to; so ditch the attitude or I’m remanding your bonus pay, kid.
He giggled into his palm, snorting as he tried to contain himself. 1-218-860-5045 (Emil): Do me just one tiny favor, ok Mr. Tate?
1-900-795-7426 (Karl Tate): It better be MICROSCOPIC, Malison.
1-218-860-5045 (Emil): Have a wonderful evening…
He couldn’t keep it in anymore and he cackled out loud, resulting with him choking on his coffee in a fit of childish laughter.
1-900-795-7426 (Karl Tate): Thanks, bye.
1-218-860-5045 (Emil): …finding out what to do with all those unscheduled service jobs. 1-218-860-5045 (Emil): Took the words right out of my mouth, sir.
1-900-795-7426 (Karl Tate): Excuse me?
1-218-860-5045 (Emil): Don’t want to hear any excuses. That’s what you always say, right? 1-218-860-5045 (Emil): I’m resigning. Termination of employment is effective right now. Company issued crap is in a package heading to service HQ, 1-218-860-5045 (Emil): Don’t bother trying to fire me, I already informed corporate. Told them I dearly wished to be the first to let you know in person. I’m so glad I did. 1-218-860-5045 (Emil): ₵ block 1-900-795-7426 ₵
He breathed in deeply, and only then did he realize that his laughter had gone cold and fake. It felt somewhat… bitter. Once the rush of the moment was over he just felt like there was a lead weight on a string tied around his heart. Yeah, Mr. Tate deserved a couple days of corporate reschedule hell at the very minimum, but Emil really didn’t like how this made him feel. What was that feeling?
“Spite,” he said to himself as he folded up his Dexnav and stuffed it into his pajama pants. “Glad I tried it. Not my thing…”
In the gloom Emil reached around his armchair and unfolded a brand new Silph Co. Pokemon League officially branded laptop computer. He needed to pony up some cash for one, since his work rig was busy getting smashed up in low-priority rate package on its way back to Karl, and he made sure to shell out some dough for one that would stand up to Pokemon training punishment and still give top-of-the-line performance. His face lit up like a fluorescent bulb against the shadows of his home as he fired up the VPN on his programs list. He clicked on an icon that was a little fictional mint-colored eeveelution with bright blue eyes and an Ethernet plug for a tail, Netspeon. He typed Alnown.find into the address bar and was greeted by a gaggle of cute little Unown that were white with black eyes and white pupils, all arranged in procedurally generated poses with little hats and other adorable props.
‘Sexual arousal around Pokemon.’ He typed it in and carefully perused the sample text before clicking on any resources. First among them, of course, was the official definition of Pokephilia. Every other result was either a regionally sponsored PSA giving warning signs of Pokemon sex abuse or articles written talking about how bad it is. Not helpful and instantly made him feel slimy, but it did make him feel good about his decision to use Surf Sharpedo™ that evening.
‘Do I have Pokephilia?’ This search brought up a lot of contradictory content. Emil went from site to site looking for information on how to know if you had Pokephilia only to learn that not only did people disagree on whether you could get Pokephilia but that the consensus among psychologists was that you were a Pokephile and that it was a part of who you were. More concerning were the articles describing the symptoms of Pokemon Arousal Disorder, which fit his reaction to Richard’s Vaporeon in every way. In fact, he started having memories of himself as a child seeing different Pokemon on his field trips at school and being aroused in similar ways depending on the situation. He and his parents just assumed it was puberty at the time, sure, but was it really? Once he started running into social media threads filled with heated arguments on whether Pokephiles should be sent to camps or be hunted down and killed the corner of his mouth tightened and he decided to change up his strategy.
‘Stop sexual urges.’ This was almost worthless. A lot of it was moralistic religious organization nonsense disguised as regional government assistance. There was an advertisement or two for surgeries to make sex painful; just the thought of what might have been needed to accomplish that made him writhe in his own skin. The best he could find were pages on meditation and breathing exercises to make sexual arousal go away; he bookmarked those for later and the little eeveelution made a winking animation as it shrunk the pages into little pokeballs and tossed them into a tiny basket
‘Cure for Pokephilia.’ No scientific articles could compete for his vision at all. The few sober information articles were utterly dwarfed by the overwhelming hailstorm of images all over the internet of one particular fundamentalist morality-cult that was running a, “Love Mankind Again” rehabilitation center. Full of so much passion that it has turned into something nasty? Are you reinventing yourself and you’ve fallen into depravity? Has the world made the thought of loving your fellow man repulsive? Have you considered illegal things out of the pursuit of hedonistic pleasures? The picture in this add was of a man and a woman that looked like they had been picked by a hollywood staffing agency. They stared longingly into each others’ eyes as if they had discovered their long awaited true loves and all around them were smaller vignettes of Pokemon pampering them individually at the different amenities offered at their resort: hotspring spa, olympic gym, on call therapy, full service bar, Pokemon exposure training and… passion rooms? Finally a beautiful woman wearing a lab coat and a big set of coke-bottle glasses giving an enthusiastic thumbs up spoke with a word bubble, “Our dedicated staff are here to help. Let Dr. Rice and the rest of the team remove your Pokephilia from your life. Free of charge to suffering Pokephiles anywhere in the world.” Just below the contact information he peered down at a tiny line of text hiding in plain sight like the spooky murderous butler at a mansion...
“Graciously funded by the Steel Justice Foundation and the Hoenn Department of Justice.”
He squinted and read the minuscule text again. “What in distortion? Why would… whatever.”
‘What to do if you are a Pokephile?’ He didn’t like typing this in. It felt like an admission; like he was accepting that the horrible thing he suspected of himself was already confirmed. He shook his head and smacked his own skull lightly. “You’ve just gotten a few stiffies. Calm down, dummy.” The results were similar to the others with some overlapping results, but there was some novel information set before him. Firstly, as if this wasn’t obvious enough, Pokephiles were encouraged to not give in to their urges and to seek any and all legal coping mechanisms. They should make sure any Pokemon they owned were given up to loving and stable homes so that they and the Pokemon were safe. Then they were supposed to register themselves… with the local authorities to get additional support from the community? He was beginning to see a trend with the officially sanctioned sources, and it wasn’t good; it evoked images of the inscrutably no-nonsense Lieutenant Steel from that television segment he saw so many months ago. The other results were just your usual mental health stuff: such as support groups, therapists, and medicine to reduce sexual arousal.
‘Therapists for Pokephilia,’ he typed and stopped looking immediately once he learned that any therapist was going to require that he follow the official legal channels and register with his regional government before treatment could begin. “Jump’n jellicents, man,” he scoffed as he cleared the bar and then sipped at his coffee as the weather outside began storming.
‘Pokephilia support groups.’ He was beginning to get disheartened, everything that came up was either the spooky officially sanctioned crap, cult’ey religious seminars, or… he scrolled down a few pages and something caught his attention...tucked way in the middle of a mess of of seminar advertisements was a conversation on razzberry.net...
weedleboy85434: Hey man, government help is good and all, but I got a lot to lose if everyone and their starter knows I’m attracted to Pokemon, ok? What exactly should people like me do? Y’know, people that aren’t freeloading homeless perverts?
TapuA$$hat: You got a shotgun? I’ll mail some big-game shot to you, free of charge.
Kantokunai: @TapuA$$hat Really?
Weedleboy85434: Anyone that isn’t a Grimmsnarl?
TapuA$$hat: What, they not your type? I guess you’d prefer a snuggly wuggly lopunny to match that whiny-ass attitude, right mon fucker?
RazzberryAdmin076: Bye bye.
RAZZSYS: User TapuA$$hat has been banned.
Kantokunai: They’ll be back. Anyway, my guess is just taking the medicine and listing spiritual reasons as to why you don’t wanna get aroused? It’s an option on the forms.
Weedleboy85434: That’s something, I guess. I don’t think that sounds very nice long-term…
Sgt_Lillipup: It’s not. Can say from experience. Messes up your metabolism, turns you into a useless blob unless you work out like a special forces operator and eat like a cutiefly.
Weedleboy85434: I guess you had to take it for something other than Pokephilia, that’s an old account name to go admitting you’re into Pokemon with...
Kantokunai: Hey @YeOldeLillipup, been a while. Glad to see you’re still kicking.
Sgt_Lillipup: Yeah long story, military injury, needed to keep the dick limp for healing. Sgt_Lillipup: @Kantokunai Cheers, mate.
BillyBoltund: Isn’t there that old Mon-Love group? Not suggesting anything specific, but getting personal advice from others in your situation can’t hurt, right?
Kantokunai: Watch the news lately? They got capital-D-estroyed by Hoenn Police.
BillyBoltund: Yeah, durp, sure enough. Their address goes nowhere now.
BillyBoltund: Oh, hey, look at that; throwaway account to the rescue.
Weedleboy85434: Thanks for the advice, and I’ll check it out.
RAZZSYS: Topic has been locked due to inactivity.
He very nearly clicked on the link before he stopped his finger just above the cursor pad. He neurotically checked, double checked, and then switched the VPN’s reported location to somewhere in rural Fiore before finally navigating to maniacz.lov. He was greeted by a very simple text-dominated web-page in an inoffensive pastel green/blue color scheme with the title ‘Mon-Lovers Society.’ There was very little to behold: a link to register an account with the forum, a link to their mission statement, two boxes to enter login info to access the forum. He clicked on the mission statement link, feeling like he had stepped into some forbidden forest and that any moment he could be mauled by some wild man-eating Pokemon. At the center of the page in big, bold, dark blue text read...
“Welcome to the Mon-Lovers Society. We are a support community dedicated to helping one another navigate the struggles of life in a world that forbids free love between Humans and Pokemon. We welcome any and all struggling to manage their Pokephilia, especially those who wish to make this journey anonymously and free of judgment or fear of doxing. Together, and with time and effort, we can progress the world without any more bloodshed or imprisonment.
We welcome you, no matter your region nor your distinct appreciation for the Pokemon form.
Though our society supports free love between all intelligent life on this planet, we do not condone or advocate anyone break the law. If you are here trying to skirt the law, look elsewhere. Too many of us have been imprisoned for the crime of loving another person. Our motto is simple...
Emil is a quiet man with a well kept secret; he has little to look forward to but even less to complain about as he works his life away and puts up with his obnoxious wealthy neighbor.
That is until a once-in-a-lifetime sequence of events threatens to upend everything he has, should he go for the catch.
Currently reading this fanfic and so far, I'm loving it. The best part for me is how you introduced the internet. It's very faithful. The way Emil used it too was accurate. Searching different question, feeling mixed emotions. Felt like a person who is genuinely curious on one's desires.
Currently reading this fanfic and so far, I'm loving it. The best part for me is how you introduced
