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She was being raped by the largest Poliwrath I had ever seen in my life. Ya, she was being played for it, but I doubt she knew when she accepted the money that she was going to get this.

Her mouth opened in a desperate moan and she swallowed tears as her pussy was being pounded repeatedly by the water pokemon's huge prick. The pokemon's owner stood over her with his shorts down, fingering his dick with sadistic pleasure.

"Pleas, stop. Pleas..." she started but was unable to continue as she started on a third orgasm. She couldn't help but start to moan louder and louder as the Poliwrath enjoyed her in the dark and dirty back ally.

I watched from the roof tops a moment longer, feeling my own prick throb painfully from the arousing sight. This wasn't the first time I caught a dirty show, It defiantly wouldn't be the last, and I really had to get home to Hal, so I moved on, leaving the three to wallow in their pleasure.

Life here in Rohanto had been a lot like the three lovers in the ally, The pokemon world was a sort of magical wonderland for those lucky enough to enter it from the outside world, and the massive city of Rohanto was filled with sights and experiences that you couldn't find anywhere else, but as soon as you were in, it took a dark and horrible turn for the worst. My family and I had learned that the hard way, and my parents had paid for it. Permanently.

I drove that familiar flavor of despair out of my head for a moment and trotted acrost the roof tops toward the end of the block, stopped on the roof of Harriet's Whore House, and crouched over the puzzle-locked door on the ground.

It was an easy puzzle, It only needed to stop any less-than-friendly pokemon where usually weren't all that good at puzzles, and I was home-sweet-home in no time flat.

Ya, I live in a whore house, jealous?

The trap door had opened into the upper levels of the house. The entire house was built like something you might find in one of the more refined neighborhoods of the deep American south, all grand carpets and chandeliers, and all in every shade of red you could think of.

I walked the familiar hallways, passing a few doors that sounded occupied, and not by one person either, and several of the whores and their pokemon, mostly grass types. They all greeted me with a warm smile or a wave but nothing more as they talked with themselves, like people living in the same apartment but not all on an intimate basis. Well, most of them greeted me like that.

"Jessie!" A girl squealed my name as I passed her room. I turned around just in time to get tackled on my back by Shaina. She instantly pinned me and started laying lavish kisses all over my mouth, neck and the exposed part between the unbuttoned coller of my shirt. Both her Persians, named simply Kay and Nina, stalked out of the room and rubbed against our sides lovingly for a moment as I enjoyed her attention and kissed her back before we came up for air.

"Love me." she said, and I admit, I thought of neglecting my sister for a second.

"Later." I promised, slowly moving her off my body. "I just don't want to do it right here in the hallway, and not when I still have jobs to do, at least, not again." All you readers might think that was a joke, but we'd done exactly that more than once.

"Oh, foo," she pouted, and then lifted me up on my feet, "sense when have you been responsible and reserved?" I smiled lightly.

"Well, I figure one of us has to be, and you're the last person any one would think of as reserved." I teased as we walked down the hall with Kay and Nina in tow.

We passed several occupied rooms that emitted groans and a few sharp cries of pleasure as we walked. A few of the other whores that were out in the hall saw Shaina and me walking together and gave us a more mischievous smile that I had gotten before, but all that was the norm here.

"So, anything interesting happen while you were out doing choirs for Madam Harriet?" Shaina asked, wiggling her eyebrows. That was the best part about her, she was as open minded as anyone was likely to be. I thought for a moment.

"I got everything and delivered all the messages she wanted no problem," I suggested, knowing all to well how rare that was, "but on the way back, I was looking down in an ally and saw this whore getting fucked by a pokemon for money. She wasn't one of ours," I assured her, seeing her concern and just a little anxiety, "but damn, I'd never seen that before, and it was kind of hot."

Shaina just smiled seductively and her hips stretched a little the way that they did when she was turned on.

"You obviously have been overworked by Harriet and haven't gotten around much sense you got here." she said, and then scratched Kay, the male Persian's head lovingly. He purred and rubbed himself against her leg, eliciting another one of her hip stretches and a small moan.

I stared at Shaina and felt myself turned on even more. God, I hoped we weren't this obvious when we wanted it, but somehow, I bet we were.

She caught me staring but I didn't stop, I didn't need to feel embarrassed. I guess it was another perk of having a literal whore of a girlfriend, and she was proud of it. She surprised me and gave me only a small kiss on the cheek before turning away.

"I'll hold you to that 'later' promise." she called over her shoulder, and then disappeared around the corner with two visibly horny Persians right at her heels.

Damn, it was like her the three of them had networked sex drives.

I turned back around and saw that I was already to Harriet's office. I could hear a few not-so-stifled groans coming from behind the door. It was going to be another one of those reports then. Oh boy. I braced myself and opened the door.

I opened the mahogany doors to Harriet's clean office and almost jizzed myself. She had a younger man in the act and had ignored the nice couches and leather chairs to do it on her usually organized desk. Both were entangled in each others limbs as they moaned and moved in desperate passion. I sat down on one of the couches that were unfortunately facing the desk and tried to ignore them.

They must have just started, both were kissing each other greedily and his enviously massive tool was not yet half way in. Their breathing slowly became more ragged as he dove farther and farther, soon every breath was a low groan.

Damn, It made me wish I had taken Shaina up on her offer, but then we either would have ended before Harriet and then I would've had to sit and watch anyway with a massive second hard on, or we might have taken a gloriously long time, and then I would have been late and would have had to deal with a sexually active Harriet, which for her, was worse than any drunk off his vodka.

They were still moving quite slowly, and I couldn't stand it any longer, so I decided to move to a couch facing away from them, but as soon as I did, I got an eyeful of the guy's Machamp fucking Harriet's Blaziken, Isis! The Machamp had her with a full nelson in the air with two arms and was groping her breast violently under her thick plumage with the other two, all the while pounding away at her dripping hot pussy. Isis crooned softly with the syllable most people recognized as the 'ken' part of Blaziken, but right now it just sounded like raw sex spiked with the occasional cry of orgasm. I heard Harriet hit her presumable first orgasm the same time Isis started to shudder. Their cries sounded near identical; damn, every pokemon seemed keyed into their trainers lust.

I sat and tried thinking of other things: it was all I could do not to jump up and start fucking with the first hole I could find, I was so horny, but Harriet would have been as pissed as hell, so I sat.

Both parties moved faster and faster, reaching the end of the men's stamina. Suddenly, Isis and the Machamp started moaning together; Machamp crunched Isis down on his swollen member with all four arms and both collapsed on the chair next to them. Their cries sent their owners over the edge as well, and Harriet gave a final shriek of pleasure before everyone started coming down from their high.

"That was wonderful," Harriet sighed, "your hired, welcome to the house." she told the guy with her. He seemed elated and started thanking her lavishly as he gathered his shorts and retrieved a poke-ball out of the pocket.

"Thor, return!" he said, using his voice command to activate the ball. A red beam of light shot at the Machamp in mid after-glow and he became a sculpture of a Machamp made of raw energy for just a moment before collapsing into the ball. Isis's cunt suddenly dumped sperm all over the chair as the cock that had held it all in suddenly disappeared

I didn't really understand why he was using a poke-ball; most people thought they were too expensive and just had their pokemon follow them or gave them a collar if they were a stupid or violent pokemon. Apparently, the only people who were used poke-balls were professional Pokemon catcher and trainers who were serious about training a ton of pokemon who might not listen to you, and rich kids who got to live in the outer regions like Johto or Sinnoh. Damn rich kids.

I waited a second, facing away from the desk, for Harriet to get dressed in her slinky business dress again. It didn't take long, she had lots of practice.

"Ah Jessie, I trust your deliveries were successful?" she asked, still cheery from her

afterglow.

"Three call-girl replies, five letters of warning for abuse, seven packages, one bag of personal mail, and eight counts of blackmail." I recited mechanically and as formally as I could. "Oh," I remembered one more thing, "there was a letter for you."

Harriet took the letter and opened it, reading it's contents intently. A small worry wrinkle formed on her brow. Isis, seemingly sensing her distress, looked up over the couch, mirroring her mistresses concern.

"Mam?" I asked, my South American accent was present only in that word, and for the life of me I couldn't get it out.

Harriet put the letter face down(much to my disappointment) and gazed at me.

"You're being polite today, Jessie." she observed. "What is it that you want." she asked whit at a level tone, but anyone who knew her could tell her anger was starting to boil already.

"We agreed we were going to revaluate my pay at the end of the month." I explained, and her calm gaze started to slowly twist into a glare. "It's the thirty first." I added hopefully, but still as business like as possible. Harriet exploded

"I know what day it is damn it!" she roared with all the furry of a charging Tauros, and then she forced her voice down to level again. "For what, pray tell, do you need more money for?" she asked, daring me to answer. I had never been one to turn down a dare.

"Hal needs new shoes." I told her bluntly, and she had to force herself not to explode again.

"What does she need shoes for, she has two perfectly good feet." she fumed. "I don't see why she can't just go around barefoot."

"Her feet are already callused and she often gets blisters," I explained, almost pleadingly, "you have her working in the kitchen every night were Cook is always spilling hot water on the floor and dropping knives and bottles and god knows what other sharp implements he uses and..." She held up her hand to stop me, and I heard the sound of talons clacking against the wood floor behind me as Isis started to walk towards us.

"You will not get a raise in pay." she informed me, and I started to protest when she stopped me again. "You will not, and I'm going to tell you why: your staying here and your job was a favor in the first place. I don't need a special delivery boy, no matter how fast or secretively he delivers things. I could kick you onto the streets and laugh, watching from my window as this city picks you bones clean." she said with the most sinister calm I had ever seen. "Sure, if you left I'd just have to pay for regular mail that would just get peeked at by the postal men, and sure you do a few chores that most of the whores here can't but I don't need you. The only reason you have a job is because you mother was kind enough to die protecting one of my whores and your father was kind enough to shoot himself in a corner somewhere out of misery."

I stood their clenching my fists in rage, taking the lashing and wanting to lash back. I heard Isis stop no less than a foot behind me as Harriet continued again.

"Have you met our newest member?" she asked me, referring to the guy who had been here. "He's only nineteen, your age if I remember right, with no money, no home, and he thinks he's already hit rock bottom. He's from Kanto and so naive, so innocent, and so vary wrong." She smiled and placed her elbows on her desk, placing the tips of her fingers together in a steeple. "He's a lot like you were when you came to me, begging and crying for a job."

I slammed my open hands on the desk and only didn't break the damn thing because it was made from steel covered in hardwood. Harriet smiled and I heard Isis's wrists burst into flame with and audible hiss. I turned around to look at her, and we eyed each other wearily. We knew that if we started fighting here, the room was going to need to be remodeled after, and neither of us knew who would live to see it repaired. But Isis didn't have a sister to protect after, she didn't need to survive.

"You. May. Leave." Harriet commanded, and I fumed out of the room, letting the doors slam on the way out.

Harriet's smug smile had stayed on the entire episode, but as soon as I had left, she looked at the letter she had received, and looked worried once more.

I stormed out of her office, fuming mad. After all I'd done for her, after all the times I'd stood up for one of the ladies or even one of the guys, after all the times I could have turned her in, she was going to let my sister go shoeless.

I stomped down the stairs until I got to ground level, where I stomped toward the basement stairs. Many of the whores, men and women, stared as I went past. Conversations stopped and people went out of their way to make sure the path in front of me was clear. It wasn't hard to tell I was angry, and too many of them had seen what happened to people when I got angry.

I kept going until I got the empty stairwell that lead down to the basement. I deliberately stopped, controlling my breathing and placing my anger in check, it would do me no good, and I never liked Hal knowing I was angry.

I stood in the stair well just a little longer, using breathing exercises my mother had taught me. The memory was still their, all the time I spent training under my mothers eye in the art of meditation. She had been an expert and had taught both Hal and me how to control emotions and even sense them. Hal had taken them like a fish to water, and see a persons aura around them, while I usually had to calm down and concentrate to see even a faint bit of it.

The memories hurt, but maybe that was how they worked. When I remembered my mother all I could feel was sadness, and all other emotions washed away.

As soon as I was convinced that I had washed as much anger out of my aura, I continued down the stairs. The bottom led to a damp and musty old basement that had been uninhabited by anything other than a few odd Digletts and Dugtrios who were promptly banished, and maybe a ghost pokemon or two but I tried not to think about that, ghosts were just cheating.

But now, the basement had been refurbished some what: The walls were not painted, but at least adequately insulated and cleaned, The floor had been transformed from dirt into wood and carpet, and the once open area now had a bathroom and bedroom sectioned off with basic wood walls.

The rest of the basement had stayed Harriet's storage room, holding all her old furniture, a few pornographic advertisements, and even some impossibly large sex toys that either were for a promotion or a female snorlax. I was sure she kept the porn and overly large fake prick right next to our living space just to thwart my efforts to prevent Hal from learning we were now living in a whore house.

That had lasted all of about five minuets after we had moved in.

I moved over the our room and started hanging up my gear on the hooks I had placed on the wood walls. My pack was packed pretty tight, so I didn't have to worry about things moving about or falling around in their. I hung it up, and next removed my jacket and shirt, reveling a vest made of shock absorbing gel panels I won off a retired cop in a game of chess. Before I replaced my shirt, I drew my sword. It was an Egyptian khopesh, a short blade shaped like a question mark but made with tampered steel unlike a genuine bronze one.

It had been my fathers. He had been an archeologist by trade and a die-hard sword fighter by hart. It had been the former that got our family an invitation to live on the Pokemon Isles that so few were allowed on, to work on the Poke-ruins that existed in every corner of this place. When he hadn't been able to explain them, as so many other experts had been unable to, he had lost his job, we had lost our house, and soon Hal and I lost our parents.

A rare tear dropped from my eye, and I quickly rubbed it away. If Hal saw me crying, it might break her hart. I was her father figure now, and if she thought I had broken, I would never forgive myself.

I placed the naked blade on its hooks on the wall; I wasn't about to let Hal sleep near a bare blade and they didn't make scabbards for a khopesh, even in Egyptian times, they were worn in a belt.

I replaced my shirt and dragged my feet toward my room, tired now that the anger had left. I only got to the door before my sister rounded the corner and tackle-hugged me. Since she was only eight, I didn't get knocked on my ass this time.

"Jessie!" she squeal as she landed in my arms the way a child might welcome her father. I enjoyed the embrace as I hugged the little tike close, telling myself for the billionth time I would protect her forever. Then I tensed for a second before recognizing Hal's albino Riolu named Po in the doorway.

You may have realized that I haven't mentioned any of my pokemon, and that was because I didn't have any. Ever since I lost my mother, I couldn't help but feel hostile toward most of the strong ones, and I had a hard time respecting any creature I could kill in a fight without trying, so that covered pretty much all of the pokemon I had encountered, but Po was one of the few exceptions.

I had found him in an ally while on my deliveries, fighting off no more than four trainers with psychic pokemon. He was fighting a losing battle, but fighting as hard as I had ever seen a person fight. I couldn't help but drop to the ally, drawing my sword on the closest pokemon. I laid it out with a single blow to the head with the flat of my blade, and then pointed at the trainers.

That scared them so shitless they ran before I could turn myself around pick the near unconscious pokemon off the ground. I brought him back to the whore house and gave him to Hal before Harriet could notice.

Hal had nursed him back to health in the tender way only an eight year old could and the two hade been inseparable ever since.

Po and Hal were almost the perfect match. Po wore a red scarf around his neck, was white were most Riolus were blue, and black, and Hal loved to wear the same colors whenever possible. When they were together, they seemed to be the cutest, happiest pair of little ones you might ever see, and I like the fact that Hal now carried a pokemon that not only could see a persons aura, and therefore intentions, better than even Hal could, but also a pokemon that was forty-five pounds of raw and intensely protective mussel.

Po watched Hal and me at a respective distance with a smile, knowing how much I loved holding her and probably happy with the amount of pink in my aura anyway. I gave Hal one more squeeze and let her out of my arms. Is soon as she hit the ground she started talking.

"How was your day, Jess?" she asked inquisitively. We entered our shared room and I plopped down on my bed.

"Just delivered some messages and mail." I told her, not wanting to let her know that most of it was illegal. "How about yours?

"Oh, today was wonderful!" she exclaimed, and then started to list off her daily achievements. "I got to help cook with lunch and we made some pastries and I got to lick the bowl and then we served lunch and then I got my brake and during my brake one of the nice ladies showed me how to sew rips so I can help you fix some of your shirts and pants and later, Shaina played cards with me and..."

She babbled on and I couldn't help but smile. She was adored by all the ladies and had the personal protection of our massive cook who loved her like he was her uncle, as well as Po. Her exuberance at learning, working and just general living made a lot of my work worth while.

"...and when I finished helping cook with dinner I played hide-and-go-seek with Po and Kay and Nina in the hallways and I got to help water all the window gardens and..." she suddenly stopped. looked in the direction of the stairway. "Shaina's coming down the stairs," she said calmly, and then finished her daily summery by adding, "and I got a sweet from Harriet's office."

Since Hal could 'see' auras without trying, she often could tell what people would do things before they did them, and by now I had learned to take it at her word and stop wasting time trying to concentrate just to find out she was right anyway.

I got up and headed out the door, just in time to see Shaina flirt her way down the stairs. Actually, she was just walking, but trust me on this, when she walked she made you think she was flirting with you. She started to say my name but stopped when she saw that I was already looking at her.

"How did you..." she started to ask.

"Hal." I replied simply

"Ah," she answered, "I heard what happened between you and Harriet."

I had hoped that no one would know, but I had been pretty obvious, Harriet's office wasn't exactly sound proof, and whores were terrible gossipers, the whole house probably knew by now.

"I had hoped Hal wouldn't hear anything about that." I whispered as I embraced Shaina, who smiled weakly in apology.

"I already knew," Hal shouted from the room, "your aura was streaked with red and your right hand twitches a little whenever you think of Harriet."

I felt my blade hand twitch toward the place were I usually keep my sword and I swore under my breath. It was nigh on impossible to pull one over on this kid.

Shaina paused for a second, still surprised by how perceptive Hal was before recovering.

"You gonna tell me when 'later' is, big boy?" she asked seductively, and I thought about it. It was half past eight now...

"Thirty minuets, your room." I whispered back, trying my hand at being seductive, which apparently worked, because her hips stretched.

"See you then," she said and then flirted up the stairs. I stared after her for a moment and then recovered.

"Hal, bed time!" I shouted.

Less than a minuet after Hal's head hit the pillow, I was up the stairs and headed toward Shaina's room. Hal had been a little frustrated about going to bed, but gave one of her knowing smiles that could have made the Mona Lisa wonder what she knew, and Po even gave me a wink. Like I said, you couldn't sneak anything past those two.

The other ladies in the hall saw me waking past, and some how knew without reservation were I was going and giggled whenever they saw me. One of them even had their Roserade 'practice' her signature 'sexy spore' move, giving off a smell that made me hornier than ever. With all the attention, I felt like I must have had my dick sticking out of my pants, with all the attention I got

I got to Shaina's room and knocked on the door. I must have blinked or something, because before my hand even left the door, I was yanked in by the wrist into another passionate kiss from Shaina. Our tongues danced and wrestled and tasted each other as we slowly made our way to her massive bed.

"I never asked," she muttered between kisses, "but what did you ask for that got Harriet so mad?"

Even as I kissed her, I felt my sword hand twitch just a little. Damn, Hal was so right

"I asked for a raise," I explained as Shaina slowly moved me backwards, "Hal needs new shoes and Harriet said she could walk bare foot."

"That bitch." Shaina moaned as I felt double poster bed hit the back of my shins. We toppled together and started to feel around.

It took me this long to notice what Shaina was even wearing, and I only noticed because she started taking it off. Her usual flowery sort of Victorian age mini-skirt was no ware to be seen, and she had apparently been wearing only a nightie which was quickly removed along with my shirt. I hadn't noticed when my pants had been unbuckled, but now they were slipped off to reveal the tent my favorite appendage was making, and Shaina moaned slightly as I stopped kissing her mouth and started on her beasts, taking pleasure in the way they hardened under my attentions.

Shaina moved higher over me to let me have a better angle as she started to grind against my still covered cock. I heard purring to my left and noticed Kay and Nina in the corner of my eye. Shaina's bucking hips had started to slowly slip my underwear off my cock and the first contact felt like heaven. I let her take her time though, giving me time to explore with my mouth, tasting her skin, nipping at her more tender spots, basking in the fact that she was mine and I, hers.

I had nipped all the way down to her abs and up again over her shoulder to her neck when I felt her heavenly warmth at my tip. We both paused and shuttered in anticipation for a moment before she engorged me. The very sensation was enough for us not to notice another weight on the bed.

We started kissing and pressing our bodies together again as she rode my member as slowly and sensually as possible, We felt our love unfold like a beautiful rose, petal by petal reveling the lovely sensuality of the thing. A rough tongue suddenly scraped from the center of my balls to Shaina's ass hole and both of us groaned.

"Oh, Kay..." Shaina said as the Persian kept licking us both in a maddingly irregular pattern before stopping entirely. Just as I started missing the cats attention, I felt Shaina become heavier as she was mounted by Kay. Shaina gave a small squeal as I felt her unable to move, but I had already began bucking up with my hips so I made up for the loss; I could do that so Kay could fuck Shaina's ass. As we both began pleasuring her, Kay holding her around the waist and I around her shoulders, another weight leaped to the bed as Nina, who was not in heat and probably glad just to help us, began licking from my balls all the way across Shaina up to Kay's quicly growing dick.

I felt Shaina shutter once and then twice as her first two orgasms hit in rapped succession, kicking her thoughts out and leaving her a senseless mass of fuck meat. Kay and I were no better as our male instincts kicked in and we began pounding her in earnest with almost no control over our own actions.

I felt Shaina's walls press against me and Nina's tongue continually try to clean the already abundant juices all over her mistresses holes, but I delayed the inevitable, and Kay seemed to do so as well, as if we wanted to see who would go first, but the Persians played dirty, and Nina started licking at my ass as well. The newest sensation sent me over the edge and with a last, almighty thrust, I plunged into Shaina and started pumping my seed.

The sensation sent her over the edge for at least the fifth time now as she orgasmed once more, which in turn sent Kay's seed spurting into her as well. The unprecedented amount of cum and juices must have kept Nina busy for a long time, but the rest of us were too far out to tell, all of us riding high over consciousness on a endless wave of passion.

We eventually came down and collapsed on each other, enjoying the afterglow together in a warm pile. I eventually heard Kay exit, so I exited as well. Shaina moaned as Nina cleaned the now rushing fluids coming from both of Shaina's now tender holes. It took me this long to remember Kay was a cat. I suddenly was very worried for my human lover.

"Shaina, did Kay's barbs..." I started but she placed a single finger on my lips to quiet my fears.

"Shhhhh." she whispered as Nina left the bead to be with Kay, "This isn't our first time with this." she explained and pointed at the two. I looked at his engorged member, and was surprised to see a condom like sleeve with a hole in the tip around his cock. Nina gently grabbed it with her teeth and pulled it off, eliciting a pleasurable groan from Kay. I turned my head toward Shaina again.

"You planned this whole thing, didn't you?" I teased her, and she wiggled her eyebrows mischievously before resting on my chest. We both sighed and enjoyed the afterglow and each others company for a long while

Well past midnight, I returned to the basement carrying my clothing and wearing only a thin veil from Shaina's room. I took a long, warm shower, dressed back in my pants, and lay in bead for a moment. On the other side of the room in her little hammock, Hal slept snuggled closely to Po. Two looked so peaceful, and their steady breathing lulled me off to a deep sleep.

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It was eleven thirty, I had been working sense six in the mourning, and my job for the day was already headed south as I jumped up and across the gap between buildings. I only barely caught the edge, but the gloves I had made were a mix of traditional Shuko gloves (ninja claws) and the grippiest leather I could earn from the old leather-worker down the street. Needless to say, even with only one hand, I stuck like a dart, embedding four small holes in the side of the ledge. I launched myself over as four gang followed with their pokemon.

I was only supposed to deliver a letter to their boss from Harriet and then I was done for the day, no big deal right? Well, what Harriet 'forgot' to tell me was the letter was a rejection of his earlier advances and an insult to his intelligence, his mother, and more importantly, his manliness. He was as mad as a toad in hot pot, and I guess he never heard the phrase 'don't kill the messenger,' no one had. I could tell when I was being punished by Harriet.

Now I was running for my life, again. The nearest guy was riding on his Sceptile's back, both carried easily over the gaps between buildings. He was fallowed closely by another trainer who was flying after me with his Xatu flapping furiously on his back to keep him aloft. The other two flew on a slow moving but dangerous looking Fearow.

I kept running over the rooftops, making gaps that most people would have a heart attack thinking about. Walls were vaulted and a few gates were sliced open by my khopesh, but they kept pace, the damn Sceptile was just too adapt at jumping between tree branches, and with him close on my heels, the guys with wings would be able to zoom in on him chasing me even if I could hide from them. I needed to force a confrontation, but with only one trainer at a time, and I had to do it before I got too close to the House.

I saw my opportunity in two buildings that made an alleyway on top of another building. I took a hard right around the corner of a roof top shack and booked it toward the buildings. The Sceptile and his trainer were hot on my heals, but the others were far enough away for me to loose them temporarily as I lead the closest into a trap.

I made it behind the cover of the buildings and spun on a dime, whipping out the short sword on my pursuers. The kid on the Sceptile's back shrieked and fell off, God he was only two or three years over Hal's age and he was working for a mob boss, but the Sceptile held his fore arms and the two leaves on each merged into twin blades. The kid stumbled to his feet with a smug overconfidence.

"Ya, go Killer, use leaf blade!" he encouraged, a little after the attack had actually occurred. I gave the Sceptile a look.

"Killer?" I goaded, and the Sceptile growled before chirping at his trainer in what probably could be translated as 'shut up, your embarrassing me.'

The kid went silent, he seemed to understand the chirping (which I guess kinda sounded like "Skep-" and "tile" but I haven't found a pokemon yet that sounded real close).

No sooner had the kid's mouth stopped moving than Killer pushed off with both hands and launched an immediate barrage of razor seeds from his mouth, a perfect bullet seed. I dodged backwards and deflected a few shots with a sweep. I whipped my small, hard plated backpack off and slipped my arms into the sleeve that made it double as a shield, just in time to duck behind and save myself from another barrage.

The Sceptile charged blades first as soon as the seeds stopped. We traded blows quickly and subconsciously, the marks of an experienced sword fight. We neither thought or hesitated until we were locked once again in a stand still. Then Sceptile drew back his head and drew in a breath.

I suddenly realized what was going to happen and quickly disengaged, throwing myself up and sticking my gloves to the walls as flames licked the place where I had just been. Very few people knew that even if the pokemon always were the same species as their mother, they almost always learned a signature move from their father, and a Sceptile could mate compatibly with a Charizard.

The Sceptile drew another breath, but I was ready, and before he could do anything, I flung my backpack at his stomach and crouched down on the ground with my black jacket flung over my head. The backpack was heavy and knocked the fire out of Killer all over the place, including him and me. My jacket protected me, one of the ladies at the House had made it from her long-haired Houndoom's fur when I had saved them both from a mugger, but Killer wasn't impervious to his own fire, and he was enveloped for a moment.

The flames soon vanished, and before Killer could recover, I gave him a left hook to the face. He hit the ground hard, and his trainer was on him in a second trying to help him.

"Dinamic Punch" I muttered. Who said only pokemon had moves?

The kid looked up at me and then the khopesh wide eyed.

"You gonna kill me?" he asked on the verge of tiers, and I couldn't help but smirk.

"Your pokemon's fine and I not gonna kill..." I started, and then was violently shoved back against the wall by an invisible hand.

The kid and his Xatu came around the corner, the bird's eyes glowing with power. I closed my eyes and concentrated. Hard.

"Seer," the kid said to his Xatu, "that was probably you best psychic I've ever..." he started, and then he was interrupted as I released my aura's energy. The blast of raw will launched all four of the opponents to the wall right behind them, and I quickly took advantage of the opening, hooking my blade around Seer's ankle and whipping him into the other. There was a loud crack, and Seer was knocked unconscious.

I resisted the urge to say sucker punch was super effective (that's a new move, dark type, look it up).

I turned away from the two trainers crying over their pokemon, who would be alright with one visit to a free poke-center, or if you didn't know one you could trust, a good bed and a few potions/berries did fine.

I walked to the end of the building where the ally dropped to the ground. I wasn't surprised when the two on the Fearow were right in front of me. It was just that kind of day. Just as I was mentally preparing myself to fight a giant flying bird, the trainers did something I didn't think they could do. Surprise me.

"Go, Sythe!" yelled one.

"Go Imp!" yelled the other, and both threw a poke-ball, on either side of me. The one in front of me blazed into existence as a Syther, on of the pokemon I hated most, and the other one was a green Joltion.

Aw shit.

The green Joltion, amply named Imp, crackled with power. It had grown up different, in color most noticeably, but it had also been singled out its entire life, always the one to be spotted, always the one to be picked on. Different color pokemon either grew up tough or died, which was why I trusted Po, but I was willing to bet that this guy wasn't going to be a pushover either.

I removed a heavy armored glove and slid it over my left hand, effectively making it a shield, boxing glove, and a few other things besides

The Syther attacked first, flying toward me. Where I would usually brutally smash it to pieces, but I could feel Imp build up power behind me, so instead I jumped forward into a baceball slide, grabbing the ledge at the last second, allowing the Syther to pass over.

I was hoping the Joltion would either blast the Syther into oblivion, or the Syther would past the Joltion to the side of the ally, but they instead passed expertly by each other. They had worked together before. I looked up at the trainers still on their Fearow and sure enough, they were twins.

I swore again, and swung myself over the edge fast and high enough to almost leap over the Syther again. His scythes went low to the ground, where my fingers had been moments before and he was rewarded with a kick to the face. He staggered back and I hooked the Khopesh beneath his feet before flipping him over my head and back onto the ground. I used the opening to spin around and place my blade and glove fist between me and the oncoming bolt of lightning. The Thunderbolt knocked me back a few inches and super charged the air around me

The raw energy constantly streamed from the green Joltion, an extremely difficult techniec, and into my blade and arm guard. Glowing Japanese lettering started to appear on my guard and Egyptian pictographs on the sword. The air around me crackled and heated as I sensed movement behind me. Call it instinct, call it warriors reflex, but I knew Syther was getting up, and I had to put him down.

I braced myself and spun, arching the bolt behind me into the Syther. I let the momentum carry me forward and dragged my left hands claw across the cement wall, scraping the stone and shooting bits at Imp's eyes. Imps Thunderbolt shot through Sythe, knocking him out, and the dirt from the wall blinded Imp long enough for me to close the gap.

"Imp, lookout!" the trainer yelled, but Imp didn't have time to react before I swept my blade across her face, the pictographs glowing violently. The Joltion was launched backwards and landed amongst the first two pokemon.

I turned to the first two trainers who were now off the Fearow and commanding it and a Pelipper.

"Go Fearow, Arial ace! Finnish him!"

"Ya Pelipper, aqua jet! He can't last much longer!"

The trainers yelled encouragement but backed off. In their defense I had to look as scary as hell, clad in black with glowing symbols. Not to mention I had taken down four pokemon my self.

The Fearow, the Pelipper and I each gave a fierce battle cry and charged. The Fearow charged just behind his team mate who was incased in a solid column of water. I ran at them with a two handed grip. I leaped off the edge and we met in mid air.

There was a sudden, earth shattering roar as the energy Joltion had shot into my blade was released into the two birds and the resulting blast threw me, the birds and the trainers backward.

The dust settled with me standing a good distance inside the ally from where I had started running and the two birds, and the trainers sitting on their asses, stupefied. I looked around at their broken companions. I hadn't wanted to fight, but they would recover. Hell, I'd seen pokemon recover from a severed head, since they could be turned into raw energy, the only thing they could die from was over exertion, and even that took a more will power than many pokemon had.

I picked my backpack up from where it had laid the Sceptile low. It was only pretty burned, the Houndoom hair in it was nigh on fire proof. I put away my Khopesh blade and wrist guard, the symbols on each had flickered to nothing. It wasn't magic, it was a highly conductive metal that worked like a battery I had got a metal smith to add to my fathers sword when I had save the said worker from a really pissed Electivier(for you original pokemon people: think an electabuzz mixed with Bigfoot on steroids). I had him hammer it in the pattern of my fathers two favorite languages, feudal Japanese and Egyptian pictographs. The arm guard translated to 'the thunders gong" and the blade, 'the bolt that leaves the final blow.'

I dusted off a little soot from my pants and walked back toward the exit. I leaped from the ledge to where the twins had landed on their asses and picked up the nearest, the one who had owned the Syther and Fearow. I held my face real close to his.

"You tell your boss that no one kills the messenger, it's terrible bad luck." I commanded him and then my voice got low and threatening.

"And if I see your Syther again, he isn't walking away from it. Ever."

The kid nodded furiously and I dropped him. The day was young so I hurried to the House. I might be able to make it in time for lunch.

I made it back, barely in time for lunch. I launched myself down the hatch in the ceiling, sprinted down the hallway, and slid down the banister of the stairs. I could smell the warm bread and hot soup as I burst into the dining hall.

A few of the ladies were sitting around the large table in the center of the room, all of them wearing their personal mix of gothic, Victorian and sexy lingerie clothing while eating an array of sandwiches and soups. I didn't see Shaina there; she must have been out working the streets. Harriet sat at the head of the table, daintily enjoying her expensive tea that Cook made only for her while grooming Isis's feathers.

"Jessie!" she said in a deceptively pleasant tone, "What on earth took you so long, it was only a simple message?" I resisted the urge to chuck my back pack into her stomach and deal with the consequences.

"Well, a guy really doesn't like it when a lady says no." I said, trying to cap the resentment in my voice to an I-hate-you level and not an I'm-gonna-kill-you level.

"Oh well," she sighed, "you appear to be fine, so as they say: no blood, no foul!" She rang on a little silver bell next to her plate. I kid you not, a friggin' silver bell.

"Tea!" she called, and Hal walked daintily out from the kitchen carrying a tray and three tea pots that we probably could have hawked on the street and paid for a dozen pairs of little girl shoes(I wasn't about to let that one go). She saw me and smiled, but did not stop; Hal had been on the receiving end of Harriet's rage before and knew how to stay calm under pressure.

"Blood Rose Velvet, or Rosealia's Bud?' Hal asked cutely. Honestly, that was the only way do describe it, everything she did just made me want to smile uncontrollably and go awwwww.

Harriet selected her tea, had Hal pour her cream and sugar, waved my sister back into the kitchen, and then decided I was worth her notice again.

"I believe Cook may have some left over food for you in the kitchen," she said "try not to break something on the way there."

I swallowed anger once again and headed for the kitchen behind me. I soon as I was in the door, I was greeted by Hal wearing an apron that smelled like fresh bread and chicken broth.

"Jess! You're back early!" she squealed and then took a good whiff of my clothes. She stood back a little with her nose scrunched up, adorably (in fact, let's just assume everything she does automatically has 'adorably' added on to the end of it unless I say so, ok?).

"What's that smell?" she asked and I thought about lying about it, I didn't want to tell her I sent a few pokemon to the poke-center, but decided against it on the grounds that she would be able to tell I was lying anyway.

"Some trainers were mad at me and had their pokemon attack me." I admitted, "It got kinda rough."

Hal's eyebrows scrunched up in worry.

"You didn't hurt them too bad, did you?" she asked, and I wondered if her not asking about me was because she was so confident her brother could take anything, or if she could tell I wasn't injured from my aura.

"They'll be fine," I assured her and her face lit up again. Just then, Cook interjected.

"Well I don't believe there's a pokemon alive what could beat our Jess in a fight." Cook was a massive man, wide and tall and barely fitting into his own kitchen. He seemed to always be wearing his greased spotted apron and a grin, no matter the weather or circumstance. "Ain't that right boy?" he added, punctuating it with a hearty slap to my back with his massive hand. I almost fell over, but smiled none the less.

"Yes sir." I agreed; he was one of the only people who had my respect enough to be called 'sir'.

"Them's the balls, kid," he laughed, "here, why don't I fix you up a sandwich with ours: BLT with roast beef and extra tomatoes, just the way you like it." He went right into cooking without even asking me. He didn't need to though; he knew exactly what I wanted.

Hal smiled at me, and started helping cook our lunch, fetching implements and such for the massive culinary artist Cook was. I smiled as I watched them work, thinking that if only Shaina was here, it could be perfect. I wondered what she was doing now

Shaina

It was my turn to work the streets today, and business was going very well so far. I'd only been out here sense maybe seven and I'd already had four clients, all of them bald old men who wouldn't have gotten a girl unless they paid them, but that was why I was here, for the rejected men, even if they all left me unsatisfied.

I worked the corner of a more developed part of town, skyscrapers towering so high, I had doubts Jessie could have gotten up them easily, and masses of people crowding the streets. I walked my route for about the tenth time already in my red, frilly short skirt and reveling blouse. The routes had been planed out and assigned to us to maximize our exposure while making sure we didn't run into each other and steal each other's business. Harriet was adamant about business and we often walked the streets on our path until we filled our quota for the day. If you didn't make your quota, you were out again the next day until you filled the quota plus what was leftover from last time.

The smart girls didn't come back until the quota was filled, and we walked our routs for a very long time.

I heard my stomach growl and I clutched my gut, thinking fondly of Cooks lunch that he was probably finishing right now. I was almost done for the day(the first two guys had been loaded and paid me far more money than I would have asked most people), and if I was lucky, Hal might save me a sandwich, or Jess, who said he had only one delivery and might have finished hours ago.

With renewed vigor and thinking of the avocado-beef-tomato sandwich and Jess that could be waiting(I had a hard time deciding which one was tastier), I scanned the crowd, looking for a potential customer that just might be a little lest forward then others.

Soon I spotted a 'customer:' a thin pokemon trainer with mass of curly blond hair and goggles followed by a curvy female Flygon, walking toward me. I calmly walked over to him, making sure not to make eye contact until I was next to him, than I spun on my heels (try that in pumps) and draped my arms across his shoulders.

He was understandably surprised.

"Uhhh...hi." he said awkwardly, "Who are you?" His face had turned red and his Flygon was buzzing irritably, probably wondering what was going on. "Did you want a pokemon battle?" he asked, apparently noticing Nina and Kay's poke-balls that fit in their notches on my single strap bra. Now what was this naughty guy looking for there?

"Oh, no," I said, rubbing his surprisingly defined chest under his shirt, "Just a girl looking for someone to help with the Harriet fund." That was the code we used for anyone who had been serviced before and were on Harriet's approval list.

"Ah, money?" he said, suddenly relieved but still shy. "What would be a normal donation?"

That was not the answer, unfortunately for him as Harriet's approval list got a discount, but that just meant I was probably now on my last guy of the day.

"Oh, it's not so much of a charity as it is a business." I crooned, laying my head on his shoulder.

"B-business?" he asked with a cute little stutter. His Flygon was leering at me threateningly.

"I do a little something for you..." I told him meaningfully as my right hand wandered to his butt and squeezed a little, his eyes widened in understanding. Then, his Flygon suddenly started slurping at me angrily, 'fly-ing' and 'gon-ing' at me in a rapid stream of chattering right in my face.

"Sandy!" he chastised the green dragon as he pulled her back. "Sorry," he apologized, "she can get a bit...possessive." He paused significantly, but I didn't pry, his business with his 'partners' was his business. The Flygon finally stopped chattering, but was still giving me daggers.

"So," I continued, "was that a 'yes' or a 'no?'" I whispered in his hear, and he blushed further.

"Um, I'm kind of...taken." he said, again with a pause and then thought for a second. "But," he added with a small, mischievous smile, "I think I have a friend who would love to." I liked the look of that smile.

"Well, were can we meet this 'friend' of yours?" I asked in the most seductive voice I could muster, and I was a whore, I was the best. He surprised me by motioning to the nearest ally. I followed, getting a good look at his cute butt under his jeans. Sandy noticed and glared at me again, but I just stuck my tongue out at her. Just when I started thinking that his 'friend' was just his cock, he surprised me again by pulling a poke-ball out of it's place on his wallet chain. There was a flash of red light and energy and I was now standing in front of a very large Dragonair.

"This is Chu, my 'friend I told you about." he said, more confident than he was out in the street. "Now I figure your trying to meet some kind of daily quota or something if your going after a skinny guy like me who didn't even look at you," he said, a lot more perceptive than I thought, "so I'll give you a deal: I'll pay you double what people normally pay for sex if you give me a good show."

I was suddenly turned on at the vary thought. Hell, I'd have charged him half if he would have asked me to, this was one of my personal fantasies, but a Dragonair wasn't exactly a common pokemon.

"Well... If you're paying double..." I said coyly as I slid my panties down, off my ass and over my shoes. The trainer looked at Chu and nodded, and Chu went like a shot, suddenly wrapping around my neck, across my breasts and stomach before ending at my snatch, which he started lapping at.

I gasped in surprise at the suddenness of it, then leaned against the wall as the sensation kicked in. He kept lapping and started sucking when I noticed the pink member that was slowly extruding from the slit on his under section right in front of my face. I took the hint and started teasing it with my mouth and tongue. It quickly extended and I grabbed it.

As we both were sucking, I saw the trainer and decided I'd better give him a show, so I started to use my free hand to play with my breasts, exposing them for his enjoyment. Soon, there was a lump in his pants, and then Sandy did what I saw coming from a mile away, she bent over, undid his zipper, and started to gently suck his cock. He moaned softly, but wasn't surprised either; they had done this before.

The idea made me hotter, and Cho's licking suddenly stopped to be replaced by the sensation of his cool, powerfully muscled body sliding over my snatch, around my upper thigh and up my stomach and breast again. The sensation was driving me crazy, and then as his head wrapped around mine, I felt his hot, hard member reach my spot.

He entered, excruciatingly slowly into me, his large member moving my walls in ways they weren't used to. Anyone less professional than me would have squealed with pleasure, and as it was I had to suppress a cry of alarm. It was so taboo, there were people standing not ten yards away in the street, and I loved it.

Sandy apparently wasn't about to let me have more fun than her, and she pushed her trainer against the wall and kissed him, letting him taste himself as she slowly lowered her snatch over his tool.

They started groaning as Cho sped up, pounding me harder and harder, his dragons' tool pressing me in so many different ways. It was just too sexy the way Cho had me wrapped up in him, his entire body draped over me and holding me to his will.

I heard Sandy orgasm with her trainer and their slapping speed up as Cho and I reached new heights, I passed an orgasm and was quickly headed for another. I tried to hold off, and then Cho whipped his tail, dripping from the juices I had squirted on him, around my leg and into my asshole. Two of the beads at it's end entered and he slowly shoved in a third. The strange shape pushed me over the edge again, and I climaxed, taking Cho with me. His entire body bunched up around me and his tool started to fill my insides with his warmer than normal seed.

The very sound of our love must have sent the trainer and Sandy over the edge, because they both moaned loudly and the slapping stopped.

What seemed like an eternity later, I felt Cho release me and exit, cum flowing to exit where his cock had held it in. His tail exited, somehow he had gotten a fourth bead in, but I didn't know when, and he slumped on the floor.

I looked around and noticed that the Trainer was dressed, presumably already cleaned, and Sandy was finishing herself of.

I walked over to my client, and Sandy surprised me one last time by reaching under my skirt with her mouth and licking me clean with her wide, triangle tipped tongue. I got a little jolt from that.

The Trainer returned Cho and turned to me.

"Thank you," he said, and then turned nervously around. "You aren't going to tell anyone about..." he started to ask, but I held a finger to his lips before kissing him. Sandy only seemed mildly annoyed this time.

"Whores don't kiss and tell." I told him, "And plus, no one's going to care if you screw your Flygon or a girl, it's a lot more common than you think."

He played, I picked up my panties, and I headed out the alleyway before he called me to stop.

"I never got your name." he said, and I smiled despite myself.

"Shaina." I told him, and he seemed to me to glow with newfound confidence.

"My name is Taj, I'll look for you again, Shaina." he said and then put on his goggles and leapt onto Sandy. The two lovers left in a cloud of sand and I smiled more thinking of Jessie and that sandwich.

It had been a good day.