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PROLOGUE

T he Anthro region, an island named after Sir Anthro Charles the Fifth a noble man of considerable wealth who searching for an area of uncharted land to build his strong hold during the Great War that waged across the entire planet.

A conflict that saw both sides seeing Human's and Pokémon fighting and dying at eachother's hands in the name of greed disguised as righteous crusades against the evil that was the opposing army. So much death was dealt in those times that the scars of that terrible era can, to this day, be found littered about the Region in the form of partly buried or destroyed ruins; moldering away in the blood soaked earth, a silent monument to the souls of the dead.

This Knight, though noble by birth, was not noble in nature. He was a cruel despot who forced his serfs onto ships and made to languish in cramped, horrific conditions aboard vessels that could take up to a month to travel from the Kalos region; many died from malnutrition, scurvy, and many other unpleasant diseases born from the filth and squalor of their confinement.

Those that died along the way where thrown unceremoniously overboard; even some who were weak or refused to obey whatever sick, twisted fun the ship's crew thought up to entertain themselves and pass the time upon the Journey.

Those that survived, while free of the horrific conditions aboard the transport ships, now suffered under the rule of Sir Anthro. But this time the people where not alone. Many Pokémon that lived on the vast Island took pity on the Humans; stealing them one by one, starting with the children who would later be reunited with their parents and loved ones.

Outraged by the dwindling numbers of his Serfs (or rather Slaves), Sir Anthro ordered his men to hunt down the Pokémon with sword and bow but this would soon prove to be a fool's errand, considering the powers that Pokémon possessed.

The rivers ran red with the blood of the soldiers and huntsmen sent out to cull the Pokémon until finally one night the Despot Ruler was found dead, a look of terror etched upon his cold, lifeless face as if he had been slain by some horrific nightmare. Legend says it was some unknown Legendary Pokémon who had struck down the cruel tyrant, other say it was Ghost Pokémon who decided to take matters into their own hands.

However it happened, Sir Anthro was no more and the people where free of his tyranny. Working hand in hand with Pokémon, the island nation grew into what it is today.

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The Modern day Antrho Region is rich in Pokemon and Human variety, where Friendship and destinies are forged through courage as well as the passion of both Trainer and Pokémon to reach for their dreams as they seek out adventure side by side.

But just like many of the other regions, the Anthro region has its own share of problems such as Pokémon Poachers and Organized Criminal Gangs bent on domination, not to mention the Taboo crime of Poképhilia.

Though outlawed, it is a crime all but impossible to enforce, since, more often than not, it is the Pokémon who initiate things; seducing their Human partner in acts of love and tender passion, acts that are kept secret from the prying eyes of authority.

However in some rare occasions consent is not always sought, but rather forced, and sexual liberties taken with little to no consideration for the suffering of those involved.

Regardless of its problems, the Region boasts more Pokémon Gyms than any other nation with double the number of available Badges, one of which must be acquired before any Trainer may begin their Pokémon Journey.

Those Trainers who come to the Anthro Region will find themselves turned away or pointed towards one of several Pokémon Academies where they must earn their Level One League Badge that will permit them to challenge a Gym and stay in the overnight accommodations in any of the Region's Pokémon Centers.

The Level Two will give them the right to take part in Pokémon Contests and Tournaments; the Third Level Badge awarded when a trainer has all twelve Gym Badges and affords them the right to enter Victory Road so they might challenge the Regions Elite Four.

The last Badge is the Level Four and is the most converted as it allows an individual to challenge the Anthro Region's Champion, not to mention give its owner the privilege to enter 'Evolution Park', a place heavily guarded by Pokémon Rangers against the constant threat of Pokémon Poachers and Criminal Organizations.

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For a Pokémon Trainer of the Anthro Region, it all begins with the Level One Badge and the choice between either a Pansage, a Pansear or a Panpour!.......So let us begin your journey by asking two simple questions: What is your Name? Are you a Boy or Girl?

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PART ONE.

It was a starless night as the wind howled and the rain spat down aggressively, seemingly provoked by the odd arc of lightning and crash of thunder as if Tornadus and Thundurus were locked in mortal combat. In the darkness, the reassuring sight of a Pokémon Center stood proudly; defiant in the face of the storm and a welcome sight to those caught out in its unforgiving fury. It's strong walls held the foul weather at bay as it protected those within, who, for the most part, slept soundly; oblivious to nature's wrath as it swept screaming and crashing through the small town.

In one the of the air ducts, a Sneasel moved silently as she sought out those trainers still awake at such a late hour; her own trainer was asleep, leaving her free to entertain herself.

They had been together for a fair number of years; in fact, she had been his first ever Pokémon. The region's head Pokémon professor had been robbed the night before three trainers had been due to pick up their starter Pokémon, a choice between a Pansage, Pansear or Panpour. Rather than send the three young humans away empty handed. he took them out and helped them catch a Pokémon each.

One of the Trainers a fiery young girl caught a Torchic which, while not common, wasn't exactly rare to the region either. One the two boys acquired a Ralts while the last trainer was separated and became lost in the nearby forest despite constant reminders not to wander off or go in there due to the wild Pokémon that dwelt within, among which were a number of Sneasel's.

The young male human would have been easy prey for the Ice/Dark type Pokémon. As he wandered through the forest he came across an abandoned Sneasel; it was the runt of the litter and as such had been left to die by its mother, as was the way of nature.

Cold and scared, the small Pokémon gladly snuggled up into his arms as the Pokémon Professor finally caught up to the young boy and lectured him about the dangers of traveling without the protection of a Pokémon before praising him for showing compassion towards the tiny Sneasel.

The small Pokémon had grown strong over the years with her trainer, much more so than most wild Sneasel's, She loved him dearly, to the point where she would, if he were to ask her to, gladly try to bear his offspring; though she was not really sure if Pokémon and humans where capable of this.

It was a moot point, as the foolish Human was to oblivious of such things, even when females of his own species offered themselves to him freely; a few had even removed their ridiculous coverings and straddle his lap only for him to freak out and run away.

A few days back her Trainer had tied a Razor Claw pendent around her neck as a gift. It had made her feel so special and so very happy that she decided to take matters into her own paws and find out how best a Pokémon could take pleasure with a Human; hoping she might dispel his fear and ignorance of breeding.

Of course, she hadn't really any experience in this field of expertise save with her own paws and tongue; the amazing feeling helped take the edge off when she was in heat. If she could teach her Trainer the pleasures of breeding, it that would help her greatly when that time of the year comes around.

Stopping by an air vent to one the many small bedrooms that Trainers could use for overnight stays at the Pokémon Center, she could see a human male and his Gardevoir. The Sneasel could smell the pheromones from the other Pokemon as she watched her Trainer sleep with lustful eyes.

The Sneasel watched, wondering if she would get to finally see how Human's and Pokémon could interact on a sexual level.

The female Gardevior had shown no interest in the fine examples of male Pokémon earlier that day at the Pokémon Day-care; if anything, those who even tried to initiate a sexual act with her had been ruthlessly attacked. One such example was an Alakazam that had tried to force the issue with his Psychic abilities, severely underestimating his opponent and earning him a thorough mental beating.

The poor Trainer, tired and exasperated with the amount of apologies he had to make on her (indignant) behalf, decided to cut his losses and call it a day, especially with news of a storm rolling in.

Despite his disappointment, he had not taken it out on the Psychic/Fairy Type Pokémon. Instead, he blamed himself for trying to force her to breed when she was obviously not ready to reproduce; or at least that's how it seemed to him.

The Gardevoir watched his dreams feeling a little ashamed. She knew he meant well but she did not want bear another Pokémon's offspring; she wanted to have her Human sire her child.

She had been with him since she was a Ralts where her original trainer, after hatching her from an egg, had abandoned her on the street; displeased with the gender of the hatchling.

It was there that her current Trainer had found her. Confused, hungry and crying, he scooped her up in his hands with such kindness in his heart and took her to the nearby Pokémon Centre.

Since then she had felt a deep sense of devotion and love for her trainer that continued to grow even stronger when she evolved into a Kirlia.

He was not the strongest of Humans and she had often come to his rescue when other Humans would try to hurt him or steal her away from him, but she did not care about his lack of battling skill.

The day she became a Gardevior was the moment she began to fully understand the stirrings she had been feeling towards her Trainer all her life and vowed to not let any other Pokémon, not even a Gallade, breed with her. Arceus show mercy upon those who dared to try.

Her eyes moved to the air vent where she could see a Sneasel watching. Being part Psychic, she would be at a serious disadvantage if she even tried to pick a fight with this voyeuristic lurker.

"Sneasel..Sneeee...Sel..Sel!"

[Go on, breed him!]

The Sneasel whispers down to her. The Gardevior blushed furiously as she whispered back indignantly.

"Gardevior....Gar..Gardevior....Voir!"

[How dare you say such a thing!]

To this, Sneasel tapped her nose and sniffed the air making the Psychic/Fairy Type pause and bite her lip, realizing she had been found out.

"Sneasel...Snea!"

[Go on, do it!]

The Dark/Ice Type grinned pumping the air with her paw in a most crass manner the Gardevior was not used to, but, turning her attention back to her Trainer, found the idea becoming more and more appealing.

Climbing up onto the bed with him she drapes an arm and leg over her Trainers sleeping body; his warmth reassuring to her as he turns over, his face close to hers. She trembles slightly as she finds herself slowly starting to do the unthinkable.

Leaning up she presses what passed as lips to her trainers lips, feeling a sudden blast of emotions and sensations tear through her body. Not so much physically or mentally, but spiritually as she felt complete. Her body was trembling. She could not understand what she was feeling but it felt so good and yet so terrifying at the same time.

It was too much, she had to express her desires and need for him or it would tear her apart. Already she could feel a strange burning sensation between her thighs as the urge to do something taboo fills every fiber of her being. Using her great psychic abilities, she eased the covers down her inhuman, hands sliding down to his pajama bottoms and undoing the crotch buttons. Taking his limp member in her grasp, she looks curiously at it before almost ruining everything by giving a cry of surprise at it began to swell and harden the more she caressed and touched it.

Taking a few deep breaths, she leans down to run her tongue runs against it. For a few moments she wrinkled her face, unsure what to make of the taste before trying it again. This time she found herself starting to enjoy the flavour as she slid her lips up over his bulbous end, rolling his foreskin down before easing over it, her tongue sliding around the tip as she suckles firmly on it. She was surprised at how it continued to swell and grow, making her feel so proud she was able to make him react like this. A few seconds later she tasted a dribble of his pre' escape the tip of his member before sliding down a few inches, wondering how much she could fit between her lips.

This was when it happened. His balls tightened and his muscle released a thick torrent of warm cream into her mouth, her eyes widened before swallowing greedily when she realized what it was. Her Trainer had rewarded her with his seed! She felt so happy and overwhelmed with joy that she milked him as much as she could, wasting not a single drop of his precious seed.

Lifting her mouth free, her hands continued to massage him. Not wishing to let him grow limp again as another idea fills her mind, she looks up and notices her Trainer is still asleep; though no longer sleeping so soundly, even smiling contentedly. She felt a surge of pride for making him happy even if he wasn't aware of it.

Straddling his hips and careful her chest spike did not cause him harm, she begin stroke his bulb-like tip against her breasts, savoring the sensation until finally needing more. She slides up over him using her powers to hold down his wrists and ankles, afraid if he moved she might hurt him with her chest spike; she had heard of a Lucario who had tried to hug his Trainer, impaling his master's sternum. It had been quite fatal and not something she wanted to do to her trainer.

Crouching astride him she takes a few deep breaths, wondering what it would feel like to be entered for the very first time. Her powers angled his swollen member upright to allowing her to easily mount him as she lowers herself, feeling the twitching bulbous end press between her lower lips and nudge firmly against her entrance.

Taking a few breaths to steady her trembling legs, she could feel a hollow sensation in the pit of her stomach and her nerves began to run wild. On one hand she wanted this so badly she could feel genuine pain deep inside of her. On the other, she knew the Human culture did not look favorably upon Pokémon and their Trainers breeding together. That and she had no idea how her Beloved Trainer would react to her giving him with her virginity as she takes his.

The thought of him denying her and worse yet, sending her away, made her even more scared of awakening him. She could feel his engorged bulbous end pressing firmly between her lower lips, her juices sliding down over it as it nudged against the entrance making the entire head of his member slick. In the end it was her bodies need for her Trainer to be inside of her that won out.

Slowly she begins to apply pressure to her hips, forcing her body gradually down, feeling her stretch around him, her hymen splitting as the bulbous end slipped with some effort into her tight little entrance, opening her passageway for the very first time. It hurt Gardevoir greatly, taking all she had not scream out as her virgin blood trickled down the shaft slowly disappearing inside her.

Pausing halfway to get used to the size, she panted loudly, her eyes tightly closed, before resuming; not stopping until her pelvis met his and he was hilt deep inside of her. She was gasping softly as she opened her eyes before leaning up over her Trainer and bringing her face close to his. Pressing their lips together, she enters his mind and takes on the form of a Human in his dreams, seducing his mind as well as his body.

Though it was still painful, there was something else now. A sudden thrill and intense pleasurable pressure built deep inside of her as she tenderly ground against him, feeling his thick girth slipping and sliding inside, driving her wild as she moans softly. Her fingers claw at the bed behind her as she trembles in sheer ecstasy, despite having only started.

The Trainers eyes began to flutter slightly as his body registers what was happening, Gardevoir was rocking rapidly against him now, forcing his manhood back and forth through her hot, inhuman passageway.

She looked down, her red Pokémon eyes meeting his now wide open shimmering blue eyes. Her hands come down to rest on either side of his head as she leans over him and continues to breed with her trainer, no longer cared if anyone saw them or what her Trainer might do or say afterwards; only that it felt so overwhelming, her senses running rampant as the pressure mounting inside became a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through her.

'GARD...EV.....OIR!'

[Oh My Master!]

She cries out telepathically as her lip-less mouth moans in sheer pleasure, demanding his seed to be poured into her very womb, her mind melting deep inside of his as she makes love to him not just on a physical level but a mental one as well. In moments, her back arched as her limbs jerked and convulsed, feeling herself Climaxing as she forced his body to release its immature seed deep into her body.

Collapsing against him, careful not to pierce his skin with her chest spike, she sighs contentedly, enjoying the feel of him as his cream sloshed about inside of her womb. Gardevoir smiled to herself as she laid across him, panting loudly, unsure if a Human could impregnate a Pokémon but glad she was trying as she could think of no one she would rather father her young.

Releasing his wrists and ankles, she felt his hand move and trembled fear she was going to be cast away from him. Instead the hand slid slowly down across her shoulder, holding her close to him, accepting her. No words where needed nor telepathic Bond as somehow she could feel him accepting her, drawing her down into a kiss.

She wondered just how long he had been wanting this as much as she had, yet not realizing his own feelings for her.

The Gardevior looked up at the Senasel, flashing a grateful smile, but the Senasel was gone. With a soft sigh she turns to look back at her beloved Human only to feel his lips press up against her mouth, kissing so deeply it took her breath away.