Trouser Slug: Chapter 2 (Pokemon)

Story by ISometimesDoThings on SoFurry

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Markus and Manaphy's relationship grows more complex as they start to travel together.


The lady strode into the alleyway. She had a stern, determined look on her face. The darkness around her hid her strange appearance. She wore a grey skin-tight jumpsuit and had purple hair tied up in a bun.

She located her target. A tall figure slouched up against the wall. Even in the dim light she could see the stupid fucking grin on his face, and the pulsating bulge at the front of his crotch. When she was mere meters away he noticed her; his pathetic smile transformed into confusion, before switching to a strong, professional look which said: "I'm pretending that I know exactly what I'm doing." His posture changed too; he straightened his back and brought his right hand up into a sharp salute.

"Madam Jupiter!" the dealer said with a guilty glance. The Phione down his trousers was still hard at work, and the man was visibly struggling to hold back a moan. Ugh, men. Jupiter, an admin of Team Galactic, strolled right up to him until her face was inches away from his.

"For your sake," she said coldly, "I hope you've been following protocol and collecting identification from every one of our customers."

The man gulped and nodded his head. "Yes Madam!" he said quickly, withdrawing a notebook from his side satchel. "Wh? What's up?" he asked.

Jupiter grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the hard brick wall. He didn't fight back-- he was neither that brave nor that stupid. "Give me the list," she growled. The man quietly whimpered and scrambled to hand her the notebook. She released him and turned to study the book. "We've had a logistics error back at base-- the princess has escaped," she stated as her eyes glanced over the notes. "Is this accurate?" Jupiter asked, pointing to the most recent entries in the book, "you've sold four of them lil' fuckers tonight?"

"Mam yes mam!" the dealer replied, "that's everyone right there."

Jupiter withdrew a tablet computer and started creating notes of her own. She carefully copied the identification information of the four men on the list. Once she was done, she handed back the notebook.

"One of these bastards has the Manaphy," she stated. "I'm going to kill the fucker and get her back." With that, Jupiter turned and strode back out the way she came.


Markus hurriedly packed up his things. With all of the morning's excitement he had forgotten that he was meant to vacate this room by noon. Despite this, Manaphy had telepathically coaxed him into cooking her some more toast which she now sat happily munching.

He had laughed bitterly at Manaphy's declaration. "Help me get revenge on them fuckers!" she had said, "help me take down Team Galactic!" Of course he was the one to get roped into all of this. The judge had told him to keep his head down-- to stay on the straight and narrow-- and now here she was asking for help opposing the single most influential crime syndicate in the region. Who was he to deny her though? He would at least hear her out, and he had told her just that. Now she sat eating toast whilst Markus worried about the conversation yet to come.

With his few possessions packed into his bag, Markus turned to address the Donphan in the room.

"Alright Manaphy. I live over in Hearthome City. It's only about forty minutes away by train. Once we're at my apartment we can figure out where we go from here," Markus explained telepathically.

"Alright sounds good!" All out of toast, Manaphy hopped off the counter. "I'm not going back into that thing though," Manaphy said as she flicked her antennae over towards the Dive Ball resting on the bedside table.

Mark frowned but he supposed it made sense. "Well you're gonna have to get in the bag or something. I can't be seen walking around with a listed Pokémon without a permit." On the desk of the Pokécenter's bedroom was a hat. It was a horribly stereotypical trainer hat embellished with the Sinnoh Pokémon League logo. It was his to keep, but Markus had left it untouched. He wasn't really a hat person. It's this hat that Manaphy now approached. She picked it up and placed it onto her own head, letting her antennae drape out the hole in the back. The hat was far too big and almost covered her eyes.

Her trainer laughed and watched her curiously. She then proceeded to climb up his leg and onto his head. Markus watched himself in the mirror as the Pokémon on his head shrunk inwards on herself. As she grew smaller and smaller he felt the hat position itself on his own head. Soon she was completely hidden and Markus was left looking at nothing more than himself poorly trying to pull off the classic trainer aesthetic.

"Hiding in small places is my speciality," she said. The telepathic message was punctuated with a real-world giggle. Markus felt as though the top of his head had been covered with excessive quantities of hair gel, but he supposed this worked.

Leaving his room, Markus thanked Nurse Joy and left the Pokémon Center. He felt terribly nervous carrying around the most absurd of secrets; he was definitely better off keeping it under his hat. Markus returned to the train station, conversing casually with Manaphy in his mind. He wanted to ask some of his burning questions. How did she get here? How the hell are they meant to take on Team Galactic? Right now Markus didn't think he could handle that conversation though, all he wanted at the moment was to get back home. Not many people were about but that made sense. It was just past noon on a Sunday, and the weather wasn't particularly great. There was some sort of commotion going on at the end of a nearby street. Mark tensed as he saw two police cars parked up with their sirens whirling. Yep, he was staying far away from whatever that was, that's for sure.

As expected, the train was almost empty. Markus had his pick of seats as the entire carriage was free. He picked a seat at a table and sat down just before the train departed.

"Is the coast clear?" The words appear in his mind. Despite knowing full well there was a telepathic mythical Pokémon hiding on his head he was still not used to it. The effect was quite remarkable, tone of voice and pronunciation were conveyed despite no words actually being spoken.

"Yeah I guess," Markus said, silently.

Within seconds Manaphy rose from under Markus's hat. To an outside observer it may have looked like a strange alien monster was being hatched from his skull. The hat now sat on Manaphy's head as she jumped onto the table in front of him. "Bleh, you need to wash your hair more," she said.

"Will do, Mom," Markus sarcastically replied.

Unfortunately his attempt at humour didn't land. Manaphy looked at him inquisitively. "My name is not Mom," she said.

"Oh... what is your name?"

Manaphy thought for a moment. "Before I escaped they called me lots of different things. Most of them were not very nice. Lil' Fucker. That was a common one. Trouser Slug too. And-- " Manaphy cut herself off and blushed lightly.

"And what?" Markus prompted gently.

"Sometimes they'd call me Princess," she said, shrinking inwards.

"Oh that's actually pretty cute."

"Yeah I kinda like it..." Manaphy admitted. A few seconds of awkwardness followed.

"Should I call you Princess?"

"Yeah sure, if you wouldn't mind."

"Alright. No problem, Princess."

"Well don't say it like that!" Princess replied.

"Don't say it like what?"

Princess hesitated. "You made it sound kinda kinky."

Mark laughed nervously. "What? I didn't mean to do that," he blundered. "I'm still getting used to this whole mind talking thing."

Princess was still wearing Markus's hat and at this point it slipped down the front of her head and covered her eyes. Since she could seemingly change her shape and size at will, Markus briefly wondered why she hadn't morphed to better fit the hat. She did look adorable though-- maybe that was why.

The Pokémon yanked her head backwards revealing her eyes once more. She then stepped forward to the edge of the table and peered downwards in front of Mark.

"Are you hard down there?" she casually asked.

"What?" Markus cried. Princess stepped off the table, falling the short distance into Markus's lap. She could feel the man's stiffening pillar press into her as she felt around his crotch.

"Ohh. Nice," she remarked. "Is the coast clear? I wanna see it again."

Nobody else was in the carriage but Markus found himself looking over his shoulder and down the aisle. He was shocked that she'd ask him this.

"We can't do this here," Markus said.

Princess looked up at him, her eyes peeking out from under the cap. She grinned mischievously. "I'm sure we could Marky. Nobody is around. And if earlier is anything to go by, it'll be rather quick."

After frowning and looking around the carriage once more, Markus shrugged. With a quick motion he unzipped the front of his trousers and pulled out his dick.

"Oh. We're actually doing this?" Princess asked.

"It was your idea!"

"Yeah I know." Manaphy smiled and grabbed the dick in both of her clubbed hands. She softly rubbed it up and down. Markus gasped, leaning his head back in his seat and spreading his legs wider. Her body was always cool to the touch. Her hands merged partly into his dick which easily passed through the partially permeable membrane which was her skin. Even a simple handjob engulfed him from all sides in silky heaven.

"Why are you doing this?" He thought to her.

Princess quickly replied without slowing down. "I get off on the power. I've had so many Pokémon and so many men sticking their dicks into me... It feels good to have someone I can finally control." The reply was oddly sinister and made Markus uncomfortable. He lacked the willpower to do anything about it when he was this close to cumming, however. He pushed the disturbed response to the back of his mind and decided to just enjoy the ride.

Princess seemed unchanged as she rubbed him off right under the table. She went quickly and efficiently; focusing on the shaft with one hand and the cockhead with the other. She knew that she and only she could give Markus this feeling. There was no way he could leave her and give up this. She upped the speed causing Markus to cum. Human men were so easy to manipulate.


"And that big structure over there is the Contest Hall," Markus said pointing at the grand building at the back of the Hearthome City.

"Woooww!" Princess said, peeking out from under his hat. Her eyes glimmered as she stared at the grand old building. "Can we go inside?"

"Huh, yeah maybe we could go watch a contest some time. I haven't done that in a long while..." Markus had completely forgotten that his new friend was legally contraband and reminded himself to be more careful. He could attempt to legally register Manaphy as his Pokémon. He couldn't remember the exact requirements to obtain a Consensual Capture license. Markus resolved to research that the second he's home.

"My apartment is just down that street, don't peek out though, there's some people around," he instructed.

The trainer felt more comfortable now he was back in a familiar city. Hearthome was an old place, it was considered the center of Sinnoh's commerce. Younger cities have since taken away that title but Hearthome remains. Hearthome was famous for its hospitality. This made it the ideal city for Markus to move to after his release from prison. Markus walked down the street and arrived at his apartment. Princess squirmed under his hat. Markus attempted to cover this by straightening his hat as he smiled and waved to his landlord.

"Oh hello Mark," the old man said.

Markus bowed slightly and replied with a smile. "Good afternoon, sir."

"You're back early, aren't you?"

Markus was mid reply, when he found himself distracted by another voice in his head.

"Psssst, Marky. Who's this old guy?"

Refusing to juggle two conversations, Markus decided to ignore her for now.

"Yeah. I met up with Philip like I said I would, but he wasn't the guy I knew back then, ya know?"

The old man nodded silently. He was a large, muscular man, but it was clear his body had seen better days. Whispers of grey hair remained on his mostly bald head. He had a stern face but a kind smile. A Fletchling from the Kalos region sat on his shoulder and chirped. Her name was Pepper.

"Well I hope the next one goes better for you, Mark. It's nice to see you as always."

"You too, sir. Have a good day!" Markus waved goodbye and entered the building. It was a large brick building. Must've been quite the home for a wealthy middle-class family one hundred years ago. Now it had been converted into seventeen self-contained flats.

"Feel like talking to me yet?" Princess asked.

"Yeah, sorry. I don't trust myself to speak to you whilst people are around should I accidently start replying aloud."

Princess chuckled. "You'll get used to it Marky! Hopefully we'll be together for a long while. Who was he?"

"That's Peter Cumberland. My landlord."

"He sounds boring."

"He's a good guy. He took a chance on having me as his tenant when I desperately needed a place to live. The rent is reasonable, and he forgave the late payment when I was waiting on my first paycheck from Silph."

"Why do you call him sir?"

"It's a sign of respect. I owe that guy a lot."

"Understood, Sir!"

"Don't say that..."

Markus entered his flat and closed the door. Immediately afterwards, Princess emerged from the top of his head and stretched out. The hat tumbled to the floor. She quickly surveyed her new surroundings. Markus's room was small, but bright and immaculately clean. In one corner was his single bed, and along the other was a kitchenette. The grand old windows facing the street almost took up an entire wall.

Markus closed the curtains and turned the light on. He began unpacking his bag. While exploring the room, Princess noticed a notebook open on his bedside table:

  1. Philip
  2. Jess
  3. Doug
  4. Mom

Princess couldn't read the silly human words. She recognised a phone number and home address next to each of them.

Once unpacked, Markus lay on his bed.

"No time to laze around Marky! We've got work to do! I wasn't kidding when I said that I needed your help to take down Team Galactic."

Markus had a lot on his mind and was unsure how to respond.

"We could fuck first before we get started though if you'd like, Markus." She added.

Markus squinted suspiciously at the cute little Pokémon. She was so accommodating... And that thing she had said on the train was pretty fucked up.

"Why are you always trying to get me off, Princess? Do you enjoy sex that much?"

She giggled as though the answer was obvious. "I enjoy having a dick inside me as much as any girl when it's on my own terms. And I know if I give you what you want you'll never leave me."

Markus flopped backwards onto his bed with a cry. There is was. What he said next took the little Pokémon but surprise. "Fuck off, Manaphy. If you're just trying to manipulate me then I'll add you to the list with all my other dysfunctional relationships. I will help you because that seems like the right thing to do." He picked her up and stroked her gently. "Having sex with you is amazing, Princess. But you don't need to do that for me to help you. If you're in trouble then I'll help you out."

For once Princess was left speechless. After a moment she found the words. "I'm sorry. Every human I've interacted with has been a total asshole. I figured the only way to get them to do what I want was to fuck them first... But I guess you're the first human I've met who's not a total twat."

Despite the drama Markus laughed. Not a total twat. That sums him up quite nicely. But, he was really trying to be a better person now, this could be his shot at redemption.

Manaphy regarded the list in his notebook having assumed that was the one he was referring to. "What is this list?" She asked.

Markus took a deep breath. "I made some mistakes in the past. They're the four people I've alienated and would really like to repair my relationship with."

Markus picked up a pen and crossed out Phillip's name. "I'm off to a great start as you can see." Markus had been so focused on his own fucked up life he didn't even considered that maybe his old friend had went and fucked up his own. Maybe Philip wasn't too far gone. Markus was a hypocrite to think he was any better than him. He was disguised to see the way he treated his Phione but that had not stopped him from soughting after one of his own.

"Well how about... I help you reconnect with your estranged friends, and you help me take down a multimillion Pokédollar organisation?"

Markus laughed hard. "Alright Princess you have yourself a deal. What's the worst that could happen?"

The best friend, the ex, the victim and the parent.

Oh, and all of the might of Team Galactic...

Markus was going to need to book some time off work. The dark thoughts resurfaced in his mind as they always did. He ignored them.


"I don't understand," the officer stated. "It just doesn't make any sense."

"Yeah," Officer Jenny replied, munching her sandwich. She was meant to be on her lunch break, but she couldn't drop a case like this even for a second. Team Galactic had attacked three separate homes around Jubilife City; one after another. All three were men who lived alone, but besides that, nothing seemed to connect them. On top of that, Team Galactic had taken nothing, and according to the victims, said nothing. Team Galactic had always had a presence in the city, but for them to randomly storm three buildings in broad daylight it had to be something important.

"I've been following up on some of our leads," Detective Looker said. "Eyewitnesses report seeing Jupiter herself there. They entered the building and left shortly after. Were there for 'bout ten minutes."

"They must be after something," another officer suggested. Officer Jenny was lost in thought. Team Galactic were always very deliberate... And if Jupiter was involved it had to be something big.

"I just spoke to the most recent victim. Young man, very nervous. He had insisted that Team Galactic took and said nothing, They didn't harm him or threaten him." Looker paused for dramatic effect, "I think he was lying. I don't know, just a hunch."

The officer seemed taken aback by that accusation. "If the victims are lying, did they all independently decide to cover something up? Blackmail?"

Looker shrugged. "Beats me. Come'on let's go get lunch." They both left the room leaving Officer Jenny alone in the station.

Team Galactic were after something or someone... And all they could do was wait for their next move. She felt trouble brewing. She just hoped that nobody was going to get hurt.


Municipal buildings made Markus nervous but he was certain this was a necessary trip. He had researched the process of legally registering an otherwise illegal Pokémon. The official term was a "Consensual Capture". He would have to pass a test, and Princess must clearly state that she wanted to become his partner Pokémon. For the first time, Markus walked in public with Manaphy in full view mounted on his shoulder. He tried to ignore the stares from the people inside who were marveling at the Mythical Pokémon. Princess was clearly enjoying the attention and was a little sad when Markus confirmed their appointment at a desk and they went into a back room.

For the first time since they had met, they septated. Princess was taken off into another room while Markus was told to remain there. Being apart from her made him a little sad, but they could still communicate telepathically at least.

"Don't worry Princess, it'll be just like we read online," Markus reassured her.

They stayed in touch throughout the entire process. Markus was asked a plethora of questions. It felt like a police interrogation, which in some ways, it was.

"How did the Manaphy come into your possession?" The official asked.

"I bought her in an alleyway in Jubilife City. I was expecting a Phione." Yep. The simple truth.

The official raised her eyebrows. "Do you understand that both Phione and Manaphy are blacklisted Pokémon and therefore it is not legal to buy or sell them?"

"Yes." He'd been on the wrong side of the law before, but not again. "I bought a Phione for the same reason men buy Phione. I regretted it and discouraged l discovered I had been mistakenly given a Manaphy."

The official seemed surprised at his confession but stayed professional and moved onto the next question. "How would you describe your relationship with the Pokémon?"

"Positive I think. She seems to have experienced trauma in the past but we quickly learned to understand each other. We're friends." Markus had decided to leave out the part about the telepathic connection and all the sex...

Over the course of the next hour they proceeded through all of the questions. After that, Markus was escorted to a waiting room whilst the government officials conferred. Markus telepathically chatted with Princess who seemed quite distressed.

Soon, the two officials entered with Princess to hand down their verdict.

"You purchased an illegal Pokémon from an unlicensed distributer. Your criminal record indicates that this isn't your first offence."

Markus gulped.

"However... You came here to register the Pokémon within the first twenty-four hours. You also saved the Pokémon from an abusive party."

One of the officials shook her head.

"And the Pokémon just insists to stay with you. She won't take no for an answer. All tests indicate she is learned, sound of mind and acting in her own interest. Therefore, you may keep her."

Markus sighed with relieve, almost brought to tears at the suspense. He had told her he'd stick by her side, and was relieved to learn he was legally allowed to do so.

He was given a license which acknowledged him as the legitimate guardian of the Pokémon. She was assigned a new Pokéball which he was told would be tracked. They were to be visited by an official once every two weeks for the next six months, and once a month after that.

He was also given a handful of pamphlets about the dietary and living requirement of his Mythical Pokémon.

Markus walked out the building with Princess happily seated on his shoulder.

"Hey Princess, I'm curious, how did they communicate with you in there?" Markus asked.

"They gave me two paddles and spent the first twenty minutes explaining that I had to wave the green one for 'yes' and the red one for 'no'. After the fiftieth time of being asked if I wanted to stay with you, I smashed the red one on the table and waved the green one in his face. He had to call in a Pokémon behavioural specialist to understand what it meant."

Markus laughed. "Now you can freely walk the streets, do you want to do anything?"

"Nah can we just head home? I'm horny as hell."

Markus smirked. "You better not be trying to manipulate me."

"Nah. I just wanna pork."