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Kyle's Journal	By : Chairlegs Category: Pokemon > General Views: 6440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Journal Entry, Two:

                My phone’s ringtone was probably the most annoying thing I’ve ever heard as far as that morning was concerned. I grab it angrily and get ready to chew out who ever was on the other end. It was Alice asking what was taking me so long. Hearing her voice my anger towards the phone is instantly forgiven. I apologize, explaining that I didn’t sleep well and will be right there. I recall Nel and take a quick shower, letting the warm water bring life into my exhausted body. I threw some clothes on and gathered my crap before rushing out the door. I met up with Alice in the lobby and we went to a small café for breakfast. While we ate we planned out our day. She wanted to see some of the shops around then go challenge a gym, and I wanted to spend time with her. After a relaxed breakfast we went around town and looks at some of the stores. It was about the third clothing store when I finally relaxed a bit. Alice wasn’t into outrageous fashion or fancy clothing. I found it cute when she started to get frustrated at the clothing racks when she found nothing of interest. I was standing and smiling as she argued with a mannequin when she suddenly rushed off excited. I caught up with her and was ambushed with a grey fedora. After much insistence and a long look in a mirror I ended up buying it.

                Since it was later than expected I suggested that it would be a better idea to stay in the area and train for the rest of the day instead of rushing to the gym in Petalburg. Alice was a little reluctant but when I mentioned that meant more time to look for new Pokémon she agreed. We had a lakeside picnic on Route 103 and fed bread to the Wingull. Alice took a liking to one of the birds and approached it. Surprisingly without battling or even talking to it she convinced it to join her. I watched in amazement as the ball wobbled in her hand three times. When I asked her how she did that, her response was to shrug and say, “I dunno I guess I just knew that we needed one another.” As we walked back to Oldale Town, all I could think of was. “Wow.”

                Now that lunch was done it was time for some serious Pokémon training and searching. Alice and I split up to see who had more luck. It was about thirty seconds after I lost sight of her that mine ran out. A Zigazoon came out of nowhere and bowled me over. Man, what is it with Pokémon knocking me on my ass all the time? The small raccoon grabbed the hat off my head and ran off. With Nel’s help I was able to track the critter down and get it back. It must have been playing possum, because I got about two steps before it struck again. This time I kept my hat firmly in my hand until I was sure it was gone. After that though, every rustle of the grass had me pinning the hat to my head and looking around nervously. After a pretty uneventful hour, I hadn’t even heard a wild Pokémon, I relaxed a little.

                Suddenly from a patch of grass in front of me a familiar Zigazoon came charging with a camera around its neck. When it collided with my I fell again, my hat went flying, and the camera went flying. The Pokémon turned and looked at the camera, but the sound of running coming from where it did made it panic. The raccoon crawled over me and hid under my hat trembling. Piecing together what I happened I picked up the camera as I stood up and prepared to talk to a very angry person. Looking over the camera I let out a sigh, it was trashed. The man who came rushing out of the grass was older than me and very red. He asked me between breaths if I had seen a Zigazoon run by with a camera. I walked up to him staying to be between him and the hat. There was something about the man that I didn’t trust so I lied and said that I didn’t see where it went after knocking me down. I told him that it did drop the camera and handed it to him. He looked over the camera and swore. The batteries and memory card were missing and the lens was cracked. I told him that it was probably bounced off the ground and apologized for his luck. The guy got pissed and accused me of owning the Zigazoon and stealing his pictures. I got angry and said I was leaving. He said I wasn’t going anywhere and called out a Wurmple. The ass had the worm coat my foot in string. Fine if the prick wanted a fight, I’d give him one. I called out Nel and went to battle. The bug was surprisingly tough, and Nel ended up covered in string and poisoned. I recalled Nel and fought his Wingull with Shrub. Since the only damaging attack my opponent knew was Water Gun my Treecko had an advantage. The guy’s hands went for another Pokéball, but he shook his head grumbling that I was lucky it was injured. I recalled Shrub and the prick charged at me. He swung at me saying I owed him for the camera. Fortunately by then I had managed to free my foot, so I side stepped him and knocked him down. I put some space between us and watched him as he got up. He left saying he would remember me.

                Once I was sure he was gone I picked my hat off the Zigazoon and said, “Well aren’t you just a little troublemaker. Why did you take the camera?” The raccoon Pokémon sighed and rummaged around its fur for a second then produced a memory card. It pressed the card in my hand and I asked if it was really worth all this trouble and danger. The Zigazoon looked at me with dead seriousness and shook its head yes. I promised to look at it tonight. Then I proposed a deal, if Zigazoon joined me and kept out of trouble, I would keep the Pokémon safe and let it play with my hat as we both saw the world. After a minute of deep consideration it agreed. As I rummaged for a Pokéball I swore remembering Nel’s poisoning. When I mentioned it the Zigazoon’s eyes went wide in alarm and it dashed into the grass. A moment later it came back and threw an antidote at me. The raccoon denied stealing it and I said thanks as I called out Nel. While I was applying the antidote the Zigazoon got an empty ball from my bag and tapped the button. Nel was looking much better after the antidote took effect. I decided to clean the string off her really quick. At one point the only string left was on her face and when I went to clean it I blushed remembering last night. I shook my head and finished. Afther packing up everything I heard a familiar giggle in my head.

                Looking around I spotted a Ralts peeking at me from behind some grass. When I asked if it was in my head last night, it blushed and ran off. I chased down and managed to corner the psychic. The Pokémon looked scared and I could feel it too. I kneeled down and gently asked again if it was the laugher in my dream last night. It shyly nodded and started exuding an aura of embarrassment, then back to fear. I reassuringly told it that there was no reason to be scared and no harm was done. The Ralts seemed to calm down but looked at me confused. I smiled, pulled out an empty Pokéball, and set it next to the psychic. I think I understood what happened between Alice and the Wingull. However I need words to communicate so I said, “You, I like. And it seems that you find me interesting. I would like to invite you to join me. If you decline push this ball away and I will leave you alone. Either way it was cool to meet you. The pale psychic Pokémon was really confused and sat down. After several minutes the Ralts put a trembling hand on me, smiled, and released a feeling of both fear and joy. Its other hand opened pushed the button on the Pokéball.

                Just when I thought my luck was getting good a Poochyena knocked me into a small pond. When I tried to get out it charged me again. I tossed Shrub’s ball behind the Pokémon and had him fight the dog. When I went to stand up my hand caught something stuck in the mud. I pulled it up as I stood and it looked like a headband. When I made it to shore Shrub had the Poochyena exhausted and was pinning it to the ground. A girl came running and yelled at my Treecko. I said it was defending me from the canine and she apologized for her Pokémon. Apparently she was tracking a Wingull that stole her headband. I handed her the one I found. I guess the Poochyena saw the bird drop it in the pond, but couldn’t get it so it knocked me in there to find it. She apologized again and I said not to worry about it. Once the girl left I let out a sigh, I had enough for one day and started back to Oldale.

                I ran into Alice who looked like she had had a rough day too and we went back together. We left our Pokémon at with the nurse and went to clean up. I took a shower and felt the life soak back into me. I changed into my last clean outfit and gathered up everything. Alice was running low on clean clothes too so we decided to do laundry together. The washing machine was large enough to fit both of our clothes. While waiting for our laundry we ate dinner together and caught up. Alice chuckled when I recounted my day. She told me that she had fought a couple of young trainers who were spoiled brats. She was attacked by several Lotad and managed to catch a Seedot and a Wurmple. Seeing the evening starting to set in Alice thanked me for talking her into taking it slow today. If her and her team were this exhausted they stood no chance against the gym. We agreed to meet at the gym in Petalburg tomorrow and challenge the gym together. After dinner was gone and laundry was done I went to check on my team. The nurse had some great news, none of my Pokémon were seriously injured and I could take them with me. I was assured that with a goodnight’s sleep even Nel, who was in the worse shape, would be fine. It seems that the quick application of the antidote kept the poison from causing any serious damage. Thank you Zigazoon! I gathered my party and immediately went to the Pokémart and bought several antidotes, some potions, and a few other medicines. I returned to my room exhausted.

                I wanted to take a nice long hot bath, however I decide that my Pokémon could probably use one first. Shrub was first. I told him thanks for his help today and he was his usual stoic self. After being dried off he recalled himself to his Pokéball. Nel was next and I could how rough the day was on her. The normally hyperactive puppy was barely able to stand that was how worn out she was. I gently washed and dried her. When offered her ball she declined and curled up on the bed. Next was the Zigazoon, who ran into the other room and jumped in my hat. When I approached she took the hat and darted under the bed. I finally coaxed her out and she returned without the hat, but gave me some coins. I picked up my sticky-pawed friend and said she could go back to the hat after a bath. When it came to names I suggest jokingly Stripes but she head butted me. I suggested Bandit, but she wasn’t thrilled. When I suggested Bonnie and explained an old story of a pair of thieves she got excited. Bonnie it is. The raccoon Pokémon was by far the hardest to bathe since she refused to sit still. Eventually I got her cleaned and dried. When I opened the bathroom door she immediately went to the hat. She moved it back on to the char and curled up in it. Finally it was the Ralts’ turn.

                Learning my lesson I shut the bathroom door before calling the psychic out. Turns out she was a girl too! I wonder if I exude an aura that attracts females or something. I thanked her for joining me and said we needed to get her a name. Ralts shyly walked up to me, put her hands on my arm, and looked me in the eyes. I asked if the name Jean sounded good. I explained that it was an old classmate of mine. When she first moved in she was quiet and nobody would talk to her. When I finally got to know her I found that she was one of the smartest and most interesting people I had ever met. I added that Jean and the Ralts had similar eyes. The psychic blushed and nodded her head saying “Ralts.” Then I picked her up saying it was bath time. Jean gripped my arm and shook her head no.

                When I asked what was wrong she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she exhaled she opened her eyes and stared me in the eyes. Jean’s eyes flashed blue and my brain was hit with a sensory overload. It took a second but I recovered. I found myself sitting on the floor and Pokémon still gripping my arm. I dizzily asked what the hell was going on. Jean squeaked as it glowed a bit. A feeling of dread came over me as did the feeling that I did something wrong. She had connected our feelings, so I was feeling what she was. Once I figured that out I apologized because I wasn’t used to it while awake. I reassured her and calmly asked what she wanted to share. Jean blushed as she looked me in the eyes again. This time after her eyes went flashed blue I didn’t get dizzy. I felt warm all over and had a fire burning in my core. I was certain the feeling she was trying to share when I felt her pull my hand towards her and start sucking on my fingers. Partially wanting to confirm my suspicion, and partly to embarrass the Ralts I said, “From what I gather you are very aroused, and you won’t take a bath or be able to relax until we take care of it.” As I expected Jean took my fingers out of her mouth and as she nodded her face got redder than I thought possible. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. When I went to grab her, the little psychic dodged and ran to by belt. By the time I finally got my hands around her waist, Jean had clumsily undone my pants and was rubbing me through my underwear. Seeing as my resistance flew out the window a while ago, I relented, let her go, and stripped. The Ralt’s eyes lit up when she saw the effect she was having on me. Before I had even sat down all the way she had zeroed in on my erection and her small soft hands started exploring it. The feeling was so good I forgot about her until her foot started tapping impatiently against my thigh. I picked her up and slid so I was lying down and set her on my stomach. My hand slowly approached her groin and I started rubbing. Jean started up again, but this time she put her tongue against my tip. She let out a gasp when I slid my finger into her warmth. The small green haired Pokémon started taking longer licks of my dick. I repositioned my hand so that when I slid in and out of her I bumped her clit. Jean stopped and shuddered slightly letting out a cute and sexy moan. She started stroking me again and put her mouth to the tip of my cock pressing her tongue against the hole. Her hands and tongue started slowing down as her horn started glowing. An explosion of pleasure shot through me as I felt her pleasure on top of mine, I am surprised I didn’t lose it right then. My heart had just started to get back into a regular rhythm when she did it again. I couldn’t hold it this time, but luckily for my pride it was too much for my partner. She clamped as much of her mouth around my dick as she could and held it tightly. As my semen shot I could feel her muffled screams of pleasure. Jean’s legs gave out and some of my seed spilled on to her face. Once I caught my breath I gave Jean a bath and sent her to bed.

                After filling the tub with hot water, I slipped in and let out a sigh as I ran my hand through my hair. That’s twice, I am really in trouble. Ignoring the fact that I don’t know if it’s a crime, what kind of sick fuck makes his Pokémon have sex with him. Yes they may have come on to me, but I should be stronger than my base impulses. Obviously I am not; that’s why I practically jumped on Alice. I’m lucky to still have a shot with her. Just as I was feeling about as low as could be, I spotted a memory card sticking of my jeans pocket. Remembering my promise to Bonnie I shake out of my funk and quickly finish my bath. Since my backpack was already in the bathroom I grab the camera right after drying off. I browse the memory card and find some fairly uninteresting pictures of scenery or Pokémon. There are a few almost stalker quality pictures of a few girls, strange but not necessarily a problem. Then I noticed the video file.

                The scene is burnt into my mind to this day and I still get sick thinking about it. The man I fought earlier is naked, and he set the camera down and called out a Zangoose. The cat Pokémon looks around nervously and the man grabs it. He sets it on his lap and starts molesting it. When it tries to break free the man hits it and grabs it around the neck. It struggles a bit more and he starts beating and swearing at it. He finally loses patience and slams it against a table. He tied it down and exposed her to the camera. After fingering her for a minute, he calls out a haggard and bruised Abra. He forces the psychic’s face into the Zangoose’s crotch and starts molesting the Abra. Once the yellow Pokémon grew an erection the man picked it up and slammed it on his cock. The Pokémon screams in pan and tries to get off. The man hits the Abra a few times until it gives up. Then he lines up the psychic’s dick with the Zangoose and thrusts forward. Seeing the stress, pain, and blood of the Pokémon finally is too much for me and I throw up. I shut off the camera and rinse out my mouth. When I return to my room I am in tears. I recall Nel and Jean, and tell Bonnie that I saw what was on the camera. Before I recall her I say that I will do something. I find and wake up the nurse and ask her to call the police. When the officer arrives both demand to see the video. Both are appalled, but the officer tells me that it will be hard to track the guy with what we have. Also it might be hard to convict unless we can get an expert to look at the Pokémon injuries. I offer to try and get the Pokémon released to me, so his trainer ID can be traced. I ask for the memory card back as a bargaining chip. The officer makes a copy of the files. We all agree that my idea is a long shot, but I refuse to sit idle and feel that I can do it. As I walk back to my room with my fist tightly balled up, I vow to find him.

                I call out Bonnie and ask her to help me track him down in the morning. She enthusiastically agrees. I call out the rest of my team and explain the situation. I show them the video as I make a copy. When I ask for volunteers to help stop the guy all of the team steps forward. Even the normally calm Shrub, is shaking in rage. I explain that if I can’t convince him to trade for the card I will challenge him for the two, wagering whatever I have to. I recall all of them and try to get some sleep. I end up spending the night clutching a pillow alternating between anger, sadness, and fear. I am angry at him and it flares up my determination. I feel sadness for the Pokémon and cry into the pillow. And I fear that I may turn out to be like him. If perversity is like a sickness it starts by molesting willing Pokémon, then progresses to that level of sickness. These thoughts alternate through my head the whole night. Needless to say I didn’t actually sleep. Once first light hits my window I leap out of bed and put on my socks and shoes.
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