This is good old pokemon love. Fun for the whole family.
Also? With light sadomasochistic connotations here and there.
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When it comes down to it, there are a few realities behind most vocations that most people don't really talk about. After all, not everyone can be what they want to be, but almost everyone DOES turn into something. The least sought-after job was, after all, a still a job and someone had to do it.
The same applied to being a Pokemon Trainer.
No one ever spoke about the failures, even though there, logically, HAD to be some. Not everyone was a champion. Not everyone was a member of the Elite Four. Not everyone was a Gym Leader, or even a particularly high-ranking member of a Gym.
Hell, not everyone even collected all their badges, and that while there were teams out there seeking to "conquer" region after region.
The journey to mastery ended early for some. Or, as some people stipulated, for most.
But why was this?
The reasons had to vary, right? Certainly, some people just weren't cut out for the sort of life that a trainer had to lead. Some just weren't very good trainers and some, well, just got hit by life. Everyone knew somebody like that.
But what about the reasons that were never talked about?
Because both Pokemon and people get injured in this line of work. And unlike Pokemon, there was no easy magic healing for human beings. And for Pokemon, there were injuries that nothing and no one could properly heal.
But suppose we didn't get that extreme and that far: A trainer who always lost would eventually find him or herself in poverty, which fed into a vicious cycle of not getting strong enough to not be poor.
But if we insist on hitting the taboo...we would have to acknowledge the mortality of Pokemon Trainers and look at the fact that both Pokemon AND people could die.
The Pokemon Wilds were, point in fact, most of the world. And while the islands of human civilization spread far and wide, there was a whole lot of "unknown" for bad things to happen in. And even within these islands, there bad actors, groups like the Infamious Rocket Team, that preyed on Trainers and Pokemon both.
In the end, though, it didn't matter. Being a Pokemon Master was the vast dream of people born into the world, with most trainers even starting their journey at a young age. Parents flushed with pride and sent their daughters and sons out into the world to, perhaps, never be seen again. Quite frankly, it perhaps could not be any other way.
Pokemon were EVERYTHING to the world. And, therefore, the value these trainers brought, providing trained, socialized beasts that could create miracles upon their commands, was far more valuable than the many carcasses of ten-year-olds that litter the forest beds or the ocean floor.
Trainers were, in a word, vital to civilization.
...but that still left the less talked about and, perhaps, not uncommon reason for a trainer's journey to end unfulfilled.
Because, you see, sometimes the Pokemon themselves have other ideas for their trainers.
Because as much as Pokemon become real parts of their families...they are not always content with playing "pet" and seek out so much more.
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"Zorua!" Candle the Zorua jumped into the arms of her trainer's father.
"Aw, that's such a good girl!" the older man, who sported a pepper and salt goatee that matched his hair, laughed as he ran callused hands over her fur. He was wearing glasses, had a sweater that hid a body weather by a life time of physical work, and was sitting down on a sofa in the living room of his house.
"Sell out," Johnny, her trainer, blatantly judged her as strong hands put her in a warm lap that she just wanted to dig on.
"Zorua," she smugly said as the strong spicy smelling men worshipped her as he ought.
"Now, now, son," Thomas said with a rumbling voice, "Zorua is part of the family, and I always wanted a daughter!"
"Yeah, well, don't over do it. This is why she thinks she can get away with so much," Johnny sighed, but then he had agreed to come back home knowing that this was what awaited them.
And had done so for the last 4 years every. Single. Week.
Candle was powerful for a Zorua, yes, but after 4 years of training, battling, and traveling through their region? Her still being a Zorua was, well, proof of their dedication. Or perhaps lack thereof? They fought, they explored and they tried their best, but perhaps they had never given that last 10 percent of effort that would have been the difference in the long run. She might have even thought that her trainer blamed her for it if he wasn't so easy to convince into going back home.
"Like you don't take advantage of it either," Thomas snorted.
"Yeah, well, she's my pokemon, dad," Johnny at least hat the dignity to cough into his shoulder, "And we were just passing by this ti-"
Whatever he was about to say was caught off as, like a golden orange mountain, a huge Arcanine came bounding through the room almost took Candle's trainer down.
"Leia, stop!" Johnny laughed as the huge canid shamelessly showered him with kisses, her lips expertly lashing his cheeks and, once in a while, the middle of his lips. And that was without getting into where her tongue got.
"Lay off of him, Leia," Thomas paternally said, making Zorua give the Arcenine a slight jealous stare, "You're getting so chubby that you really might squash him one of these days."
For, indeed, the Arcanine's stomach protruded a bit. Evidence of the good life she led and the love and care that were heaped on her.
Or so the humans thought.
"Johnny,! Candle!" Marta, the Arcanine's trainer, Johnny's mother and Thomas' accursed wife, wobbled into the living room at that moment.
There was no hiding what she was, and the VERY pregnant 40 year old woman had a stomach that was almost twice as big as a normal pregnancy would have been. She had creamy skin and brown hair, two traits that she passed down to her son, as well as two double D tits that made the Zorua a bit worried of her own.
She was probably carrying twins, if not triplets, but then Marta had always waved off going to the doctors. That she had never felt better in her life and that she had all she needed right home, with the men in her life and her Arcanine.
Well, she mentioned Candle too, but the Zorua was sure she only did that to not be rude.
...but then, she might have been projecting a bit. Marta HAD given birth to her own trainer, so perhaps she was being too unkind.
"Mightyena," an intimidating Mightyena followed after the human woman, greeting Candle's trainer and giving her a very serious nod. One that she returned.
Yeah, yeah, she knew.
"H-hey Speedy!" Johnny gasped a greeting as Arcanine started nestling his neck, putting a paw around his waist and trying to draw him into an embrace.
Both Marta and Thomas smiled at that; they thought it was cutely maternal of her.
But that was precisely the problem.
"Oh, I love it when all my men are in the house!" Marta squeed as she put the palms of her hands into her cheeks.
"You hear that Johnny?" Thomas laughed, "You don't have to worry about a thing. Just keep working on getting your badges kid. We'll be here for you whatever happens."
At 18 years of age, Johnny and Candle had been trying to do exactly that. So far, last year had been the closest they go to enough badges to compete in the local championship. But alas, they had just missed it.
Given how warm the lap she was in felt, how MANLY the patriarch smelled, and how possessive those paws around her trainer were? Perhaps that was as far as they would get.
They would keep trying until her trainer lost his drive. That was the deal and, given how he was flushing at some of the places that Arcanine's paws got into, that might not be too far off.
"Well, I'm gonna cook up a storm!" Marta happily said and then wallowed into the kitchen.
"I-um, I am gonna go see if my room is clean," Johnny cleared his throat, making Candle groan; he was the absolutely worst liar she had ever met!
"Arcanine!" the huge bitch agree and walked along with him. Well, she at, least, made up for him.
"Hmmm," Thomas relaxed back as his hands stroked and stroked Candle's back, sending her into bliss.
But there was a light burning behind those authoritative eyes, and they made the Zorua shutter.
"Speedy?" Thomas said in a VERY low and serious voice.
"Mightyena?" the intimidating dark Pokemon obediently perked up.
"Marta's cooking, but it would be bad if she came to ask me what I preferred," Thomas said, "So do me a favor and distract her a bit, ok?"
The Mightyena pondered the request for a second, before he nodded his head, "MIghtyena."
"Thanks bud, I know I can count on you," Thomas replied, but his attention wasn't really on his starter.
No, it was on Candle.
No sooner had the MIghtyena left, that Thomas had a hand around the base of the Zorua's tail, making Candle shutter as he lifted it.
"You thought I wouldn't notice?" the human asked the tiny canid in his lap, "You jumped on my legs, and you thought I wouldn't notice?"
"Zorua!" Candle tried to defend herself, even though she knew it was for naught.
She groaned with pleasure as the older possessive man grabbed into the triangular vaginal lips that had bloated with blood.
"You are a bitch in heat," he didn't accuse so much as flatly observed, "And still you came here."
"Zorua!" Candle tried to played it off, to grab at whatever dignity she could. But she knew that the harder she tried to douse things, the harder her true mate would hound her.
"An 'accident' my ass," the greying human pressed his fingers dip into her pussy and made her stifle a howl, "Your body is getting ready to conceive and you'll have me believe that you thought I would do nothing about it?"
"Zorua!" she tried one last time to defend her integrity and purity, even though this patriarch of a man had already taken it many times in the past.
But then, that was the way to excite him. He was a true predator, a meat eater that Candle had to act small and fragile for. All that had taken to hook him, was to accidentally, "innocently" even, flash him her genitals in the weekly visits that she and her trainer paid home. A few months of that and, well-she hadn't seen it coming, but her first time had been memorable~
