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P&H Inc.	By : Keltiel Category: Pokemon > General Views: 9898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Tags - Anal, Beast, Bigotry, Docking, Dubious Consent, HJ, M/M, OC, Oral, Solo
With how sore he was over the next few days, Tanner didn't bother to head into work. He was incredibly grateful that they didn't have a schedule for filming other than set business hours. The days off, however, gave him some well-needed time to think about himself, his job, and how he was feeling. He wasn't nearly as distressed about the sex part of the job anymore; with how relaxed everyone was about it and how good it felt, he was pretty content.
He was still worried about his feelings towards Pokemon, though. Was he actually sexually attracted to them? Or did he just enjoy having sex with them because it was pleasurable? He could think of a few Pokemon that he found handsome: Blaziken, Machoke, Gallade... but they were all very human-like. He didn't think he found any of the more beast-like Pokemon to be sexy.
Tanner was in the shower when he heard his phone go off. He jumped, nearly tripping over the shower curtain as he stumbled out of the bathroom, shower still running. He bolted over to his bed, dripping water all over the floor as he searched for his phone in the crack between his bed and the wall. He snatched it up as soon as he felt it, seeing Zari's photo for a split second before his phone notified him of a missed call.
"Crap." Tanner pressed the call button, hoping to get her on the phone. He sighed as the number rang busy, and canceled the call as he waited. His phone chimed with a new voicemail.
"Hey, Tanner," Zari's voice played through the speaker, a tinge of regret to it. "look... I'm sorry that you're having a tough time. I spoke with Lee about you staying here a few days and... well, he's not really okay with it. Try not to blame him; he doesn't know you all that well," Zari paused.
'Of course, he doesn't know me well; you never let me meet the guy.' Tanner sighed heavily as he listened to her message.
"I hope things get better for you. Have you tried calling David? He might let you stay with him. Anyway, try to give me a call sometime, I'd love to actually talk." Zari's message finished, and Tanner closed out of his voicemail, nowhere near in the mood to call Zari back.
'Well... there's one last place I could try.' Tanner went back to his contacts list, swiping his finger over the screen until 'Mom' was showing. He took a deep, shaky breath as he tapped her. This one didn't have a photo; he hadn't even seen her since his father had broken his old phone on the night he'd thrown him out.
The phone rang for a while before being picked up. "Hello?" A woman's voice came through unsurely.
"H-hey, Mom..." Tanner felt his stomach twist into a nervous knot, his throat going dry. 'This was a bad idea; I should just hang up.'
"Tanner? Oh my, Arceus, I haven't heard from you in forever. How are you doing, sweetie?" Her voice was full of shock but also affection. She seemed pleased to hear from him, and that made Tanner relax a little bit, a small smile spreading across his face.
"Who are you talking to, Marie?" A gruff voice asked from the background of the phone and Tanner's smile quickly fled.
"Oh, nobody dear," his mother replied, her voice having taken on a tense quality.
"Nobody my ass. You're talking to that fucking faggot," his father spat. "Give me the phone." Tanner could hear the receiver jostling, and he felt his chest grow tight with anxiety. "You better listen good this time, nancy boy. I told you I never wanted to see you in this house again, and I sure as hell don't ever want to hear from you again either. Now forget this phone number and forget us. We don't have a son, especially not some candy-ass fag."
Tanner flinched as he heard the receiver slam down and the call end. His heart raced, and he set the phone down beside him, pulling his knees up as he sat on his bed, soaking his blankets. He hugged himself close, shivering from his father's aggression. He wasn't sure how long he was sitting there before he finally stood back up to turn off the shower.
'I might as well pack up my things.' He wasn't sure where he was going to go, but he sure as hell couldn't stay there any longer if he didn't want Mr. Hammry to call the police on him. He sighed as he picked up his old messenger bag from school and packed it full of his laptop and all of the clothes that he hadn't gotten dressed in. He stuffed his phone in his pocket and secured his pillow to his messenger bag before taking a final look around. He didn't have anything else, after all, he couldn't take his mattress with him on his bike.
Tanner gathered his stack of overdue bills and slid them into his bag so that he knew who to pay before he grabbed his bike and headed downstairs. The only place he could go was work. He was still a little sore, but maybe some sex would help him feel better.
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Tanner made his way to the commissary after washing up and plopped down at one of the tables. "Hey, Alice," he said as he pressed the button on his earpiece, "I'm ready for a shoot whenever you are." He started shoveling goulash into his mouth, as he felt someone sit next to him. He figured it was Mark and mumbled a quiet 'hey' to him as he ate.
"Hey, yourself." It was Alice with her own plate of food sitting next to him, a funny look on her face at Tanner's melancholy. "Are you feeling okay, Tanner? We figured you were staying at home for some butt rest, but you seem kind of down."
Tanner nearly choked on his food, pounding on his chest with a fist to help it go down. "Wow, Alice. Until now I thought you were really professional." He took a drink of water, staring at Alice in surprise.
Alice rubbed his back but chuckled a little, slowly eating her food. "What, I can't joke around a little when I'm not working?" She smiled at him, amused. "Anyway, what's wrong?"
Tanner sighed, setting down his fork. "I'm just... having a lot of money trouble," he sighed, finishing up his meal. He wasn't sure he wanted to talk about it with Alice. She'd seen him fucking on camera and puking his guts out, but he wasn't sure if they were really friends yet.
"Well, that is how you got here in the first place, I hear," Alice said matter-of-factly. "You should at least be happy to hear that you'll be getting your first paycheck today. It'll be a little over a thousand dollars... Elizabeth should give it to you on your way out."
Tanner stared at her in shock as she slowly ate her meal. 'Holy hell, a thousand dollars? That'll definitely pay a lot of my bills.' He felt some relief flood through him, although the money didn't help find him a place to stay. "Yeah, that'll help a lot."
"Good, good. Well come on, everything should be ready by now. We're in set 5 today." Alice stood up and took Tanner's plate from him, taking them up to the dirty dishes counter before accompanying the blond upstairs.
Room number five had tiled floor on the actual set area and a light blue paint on the walls. A large walk-in shower with a rain head was the main feature of the set, though a towel rack was against the wall and an oval bath rug lay on the floor. "It's... barely a bathroom?" Tanner asked, looking to Alice oddly.
Alice smiled at him. "We have another set that just has a large whirlpool bath in it. Nobody wants to see a toilet in a porno, Tanner." She made sure everyone was in their placed before she looked back to the young man. "Alright, today we've got you with Swampert if you're okay with that. Make sure to take off your shoes and socks before you go onto the set, though."
Tanner nodded, toeing off his shoes before he pulled his socks off, setting it all out of the way of everyone. "That's fine, I guess. From the sounds of it, I just have to avoid Machamp."
"Mark told you about his shoot, didn't he? He was given plenty of warning ahead of time to make sure he was well stretched; he just didn't listen." Alice rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Anyway, you're going to enter the set and slowly start stripping. Shirt first, then pants, then underwear. We're ready whenever you are."
Tanner took a deep breath as he readied himself. Walking into the set and in view of the cameras, he grabbed ahold of the hem of his shirt. He slowly pulled it up, first revealing the thin trail of blonde hair that led its way up to his navel from the start of his pants. He uncovered his torso inch by inch, the pale skin and dark spattering of freckles, the artist's musculature. He pulled the shirt up and over his head, ruffling his unruly blond fringe.
He dropped his shirt on the floor, hands running down his stomach before he opened his belt and undid his fly. He slid his pants down his slim waist and over his hips, letting them drop down his legs to hit the floor a little noisily due to the phone in his pocket. Thank Arceus he had turned it off when he entered the building. He swallowed as his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his boxer briefs. He felt a little shy just stripping completely in front of the whole crew without something taking his mind off of it, though he was already half hard in anticipation.
He could see one of the cameramen from the corner of his eye, a woman, actually. Her face was stoic and business-like as she held her camera still, focused on his body. It made him feel slightly better to know that they were so professional about it as he slid his underwear down his hips and over the swell of his firm ass. He bent over at the waist as he slowly dragged them down his legs, giving the cameras a good view from behind before he straightened up.
"Good, very good," Alice spoke into his ear, "now I want you to kick your clothes behind you, off of the set, so they're not in the way. Then you're going to start up the shower. Make sure the water is only warm, we don't need the cameras steaming up."
Tanner caught his clothing with the ball of his foot and kicked them out behind him, hoping that they landed far enough out of view. He could hear someone grabbing them off the floor as he turned to the shower. It was wide enough to fit at least ten people, although the shower head to one side was only large enough to hit about three. He could hear a cameraman taking a new position at the far end of the shower as he adjusted the knobs. He turned on the spray and gave a hiss at the sudden shock of the water. It was a little cold at first, but it quickly warmed up to a comfortable temperature, drenching him in its downpour.
"Alright, now I want you to shift a quarter towards the camera and start playing with yourself. And don't go straight to the main event, remember that this is meant to excite other people, not just yourself," Alice's voice came through the earpiece fine even under the water.
"W-what?" Tanner couldn't help but blurt out, glancing out at Alice off-set. The set's lights were dimmer in here to reduce the glare on the tile flooring, and he could see her standing there, a semi-amused, semi-displeased look on her face.
"Just the other day I watched a Lucario shove his tongue up your ass, and you're embarrassed about a little masturbation?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, making him blush a deep red.
Tanner swallowed firmly as he shifted back three-quarters to the wall, giving the cameraman to his left a good off-side view of his body. He took in a shuddery breath as he tilted his head into the shower's spray, running his hands through his blond hair. He slowly ran his right hand down his neck and chest, stopping to circle one of his nipples teasingly. He gasped as he gave the small nub a pinch, tugging at it firmly.
He left his nipple to slide his hand further down his abdomen, fingers brushing over his navel and through the blond hair that led down to his cock. He wasn't quite standing at attention yet, but it twitched and swelled as he became more aroused. He finally reached his swelling cock, wrapping his fingers around it and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Tanner moaned quietly as he stroked himself to full hardness. He bowed his head forward, resting his forehead against the shower's wall as he pumped himself, paying special attention to the head with each stroke. He panted, getting into his solo session when he suddenly felt something thick and wet against his ass. He jumped, twisting around to see Swampert behind him looking smug. "Holy crap, Swampert. You scared me."
Swampert seemed to chortle as he shook his head in amusement. He cornered Tanner against the wall, giving his erection a few sniffs before he stuck his tongue out, giving him a long lick from his perineum to the tip of his cock. Tanner let out a surprised moan, grabbing ahold of Swampert's orange cheek spikes.
"Okay, Tanner," Alice interrupted, "you're going to push Swampert away a little like you don't want him there."
Tanner felt a little bit confused at her instructions but set a hand on Swampert's nose as the Pokemon gave him another lick. He shivered but pushed Swampert's head back. "N-no, Swampert. Go away."
"Swamper," the Pokemon bellowed, sitting back on his haunches as he pulled Tanner's legs out from under him, forcing him to fall straight to the floor on his ass.
"Oof!" Tanner felt the air rush out of his lungs from the impact. "H-hey!" He called out as he finally caught a breath. He pushed at Swampert as the Pokemon pulled Tanner onto his hips. Swampert rested his shoulders against the shower's far wall so that the camera had a good view of his upthrust hips and spread legs.
"You're doing well, Tanner," Alice praised him quietly through the earpiece. "I want you to act like you don't want what Swampert's doing to you. If you actually want to stop, please say the word 'banana'. Otherwise, everything said will be assumed to be acting. Try not to act it out too strongly, though. This scene is supposed to be about you learning to like having sex with Swampert, not about him raping you."
Tanner felt his cheeks heat up at Alice's explanation but groaned as Swampert dragged him over his belly, grinding Tanner's cock against his smooth, wet skin. "Swampert, I said no," he protested, pushing at the Pokemon's strong biceps. There was no way he could stop Swampert with pure force, he realized, and it actually made his chest tighten with anxiety. 'It's okay; we're just acting. Swampert will stop if I ask for it to stop. Just remember banana,' he reminded himself.
His nervous look was genuine, though, as Swampert gripped his ass tightly, grinding Tanner's cock against his smooth hips until it suddenly slipped inside of the Pokemon. Pure shock and confusion overtook him as he felt his cock embedded inside of the Swampert. His stomach churned in disgust. "B-banana," he croaked, "banana!"Swampert let go of him immediately, a confused look in its eyes as Tanner pulled away and ran over to a trash can, gagging.
"Tanner, what's wrong?" Alice asked, her voice laden with concern. She approached him hurriedly but was surprised when Tanner gave her a betrayed look.
"You didn't tell me that Swampert was a girl," he accused, gripping his stomach from the nausea. Nothing was coming up, but his erection had certainly gone down. He couldn't believe that Alice would fail to mention something like that.
"What?" Alice looked confused for a long moment before a look of realization crossed her face. "Tanner, honey, Swampert is male. You slipped into his genital slit," she explained, gently brushing his hair from his face.
It was Tanner's turn to look confused as he glanced up at her, resting back on his knees. "What?" What the hell was a 'genital slit'? It sounded like a fancy word for vagina, which would negate her first sentence entirely.
Alice tried her best to bite back a giggle. "It's where his penis hides when he's not using it. So when you're inside of it, you're actually rubbing against his penis. It's just another way that some men have sex together. If you're with another human man, you would use his foreskin, but Pokemon have something better."
Tanner's stomach settled as she explained it to him, though he blushed all the way to the tips of his ears when he realized how stupid he must have seemed. "I-I'm sorry... I ruined the shot." He looked away from her, embarrassed and guilty.
"Oh, it's alright, Tanner. We fix up all of the mistakes in editing. Things happen, after all," she assured him with a smile and offered him a hand to help him to his feet. "Now, whenever you're ready you can get yourself hard again and get back up there where you were. If you need some help, feel free to ask one of the crew."
Tanner flushed at her suggestion as he pulled himself up from the ground with her help. He glanced around the room, his gray eyes surveying the crew in the room. There were quite a few men of all types within the room, although all of them were between the ages of 25 and 40. He swallowed deeply as he looked them all over, his cock swelling at just the thought of having one of them 'helping' him. He gave himself a firm squeeze before he headed back to the set, deciding against the additional help.
Swampert was resting forward on all fours beneath the shower head, enjoying the water as Tanner had his meltdown. His small orange eyes darted to the young man, though, as he heard him approach. "Pert?" He inquired. Mimicking Tanner's nod, he sat back on his haunches and rested his shoulders back against the shower wall, allowing room behind him for his semi-flexible plate.
Tanner climbed back up on the Pokemon's belly, feeling Swampert grip his thighs again. Cameramen took their positions again, one behind him at the far end of the shower, another close up at their side.
"Okay, Tanner, everyone's ready when you are." Alice's voice rang in his ear.
Tanner took a deep breath as he looked down at Swampert's hips, finding his barely visible genital slit. He gently parted it with his fingers, just to make sure there was actually a penis hidden in there before he gripped his own cock. He gave himself a few readying strokes before he rubbed himself against the wet slit, watching the head push in. He gasped as Swampert pulled him forward, forcing his cock deep inside the willing sheath.
"Swamper-per," Swampert grunted into his ear, forcing the young man to thrust in and out of the Pokemon's sheath by pushing and pulling on his thighs.
"I-I said no, Swampert," Tanner whimpered, shivering under the shower's water as he was forced to penetrate the Pokemon. Swampert's sheath grew tighter the deeper he thrust in, and it slowly tightened even more as the Pokemon's arousal swelled. Tanner panted heavily, as Swampert set a quick pace, rubbing the young man's cock against the upper side of his own member. It wasn't long before he was groaning, the muscles in his abdomen tensing up as he came, spilling cum within the Pokemon's sheath and all over his member.
"Now you're going to start participating, like you're a little more into it," Alice instructed.
Tanner sucked in a breath as Swampert pushed him back to sit on the Pokemon's thigh, withdrawing him from his sheath. "Fuck," he breathed out, looking Swampert over. His eyes trailed over the large plates atop his head to his orange-spiked cheeks, and further down over his light blue underbelly. His eyes widened in surprise as he noticed the tip of Swampert's cock poking out from between his legs.
It was the same bright orange as some of his markings and surprisingly thin. It curved backward towards Tanner before sharply curving forward towards Swampert like a little hook. "You wanted me that badly, huh?" He asked, reaching down to gently fondle the flexible tip of the Pokemon's member. He stroked it with his thumb, the thin tip curled around his finger.
"Wampert." Swampert gripped Tanner's thigh tightly and arched his hips further off the floor, his member inching out further, curving even further towards the human. Tanner stroked the Pokemon's cock with a full hand as it revealed itself further and he ducked down to take the tip of it in his mouth. He clasped his lips around the soft hook of his cock and swirled his tongue around it, the taste of Swampert's precum salty and thick.
Tanner's eyes widened, though, as Swampert's cock continued to grow and curve towards the Pokemon, only stopping when it was nearly a foot and a half long and as wide as his arm at the base. Tanner swallowed thickly as he stared at the nearly 'C' shaped member, squeaking when Swampert dragged him over it, pulling the young man to sit on his chest. "Alice, I'm, um, not sure I can do this."
Alice spoke through his earpiece after a few moments of silence. "Tanner, I'd like to ask you to at least give it a try. You'd be surprised at how much can fit when it starts out really thin. If it gets to the point where you don't think you can fit anymore, just flick Swampert on the cheek and he'll stop trying to fit more. I'd still like you to finish the scene, though."
Tanner let out a shaky breath and nodded, wrapping his arms around Swampert's neck as the Pokemon rubbed his pucker against the hooked tip of his member. "Ah," he gasped as he felt the wet tip push in. His cock twitched pleasantly as Swampert pushed a few inches into him, the curve near perfect for bumping his prostate on the way. He moaned, rocking back and forth on the first few inches to ride the waves of pleasure it gave him.
He let out a wanting mewl when Swampert eased him down further, stretching him nearly as wide as Lucario's knot had. He whimpered at how utterly full he felt, the pressure on his sweet spot making his cock pulse pleasurably. The stretch was getting painful as Swampert attempted to pull him down lower, and he desperately flicked the Pokemon on his cheek a few times to get him to stop.
"Swamperrrr," Swampert growled but held him still, letting him adjust to the sheer width of his cock.
Tanner's eyes were shut tight, tears prickling at the corners as he took in shaky breaths. He was still an inch or two away from halfway down, and he couldn't take anymore. How had Alice expected him to take all of it? He lifted himself higher up on his knees, letting out a breath of relief as the stretching sensation lessened.
He took his cock in his hand and slowly gave it a few strokes, his breathing turning from near shaky sobs to pleasured gasps. Swampert started moving him again, pulling him all the way up until the crooked tip was barely still in him before slowly sliding him back down to where he was. The pace was slow and sensual, letting Tanner's pleasure build at a leisurely rate.
The room was filled with the sounds of breathy moans, Swampert's purring, and the steady rain of water from the shower head. Tanner stroked himself in time with their movements, focusing on the pressure against his prostate and the firm grip he kept on his cock to slowly bring him closer and closer to the edge.
"Nng, ah... Ah, mmm." Tanner made more and more noise as he felt his orgasm building, just a few good strokes away from finishing. He leaned back to give the cameras a good view but cried out as the angle of penetration changed. He came hard and suddenly, hitting Swampert in the face with his cum as he clamped down on the Pokemon's cock.
Swampert let out a surprised grunt as his member was caught in a vice-grip. It pulsed as he shot a load of cum deep inside of Tanner before Swampert pulled him off, spurting cum all over Tanner's back as his body shuddered. Tanner collapsed against Swampert's chest, panting hard as the steady stream of water hit them from above, immediately starting to wash away the cum on his back. He lay there for a long while as he listened to the crew packing up.
Tanner eventually stood up, a little shaky but pleased. He let the water rinse him off fairly well before he turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. Swampert was already leaving by the time he started dressing. It felt strange to be so entirely ignored by his sexual partner, and it made him almost disappointed that he couldn't enjoy some actual intimacy.
"You did well, Tanner. You even fit more than I expected," Alice approached him with a smirk, a cookie and water bottle in each hand.
Tanner flushed but accepted the offered treats, stuffing the cookie into his mouth to hide his embarrassment. "You didn't expect me to take all of it?" He asked through a mouthful of chocolate chips, hand politely covering his mouth. He was confused but also relieved; he already felt stretched well beyond satisfaction.
Alice chortled, handing him the water. "Of course not, you're nowhere near ready. Some of our clients enjoy watching someone attempt to take far more than they can handle."
Tanner took the drink with a mortified nod; he still wasn't all that comfortable talking about the fact that strangers out in the world were masturbating to his sexual adventures. He took a deep swig of his water as he left the room with Alice. He needed to go wash up with actual soap and grab his things out of his locker.
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Tanner plopped down in one of the armchairs in the lounge room, bag in his lap as he pulled out his phone. Powering it back on, he still didn't have any messages about a new apartment. He sighed as he pulled up his list of contacts, scrolling through it doubtfully. Other than his friends and parents all he had were numbers for things like the doctor and emergency numbers. He sighed heavily; had he always been so alone?
Tanner jumped as he felt hands slap him on the shoulders, Mark's face coming into view to peer at him. "You need a ride home or somethin'?" He looked over the younger man's phone before shifting his gaze to the pack and pillow in his lap.
"What? Um... No, I'm," he sighed, "I'm okay." Tanner slid his phone back into his pocket, hugging his things close to him. What was he supposed to do if Mark drove him back, stand in front of the building and wave while he left? Maybe he could convince them to let him stay here for a little while. After all, they had beds, showers, food... he doubted that they used all of their rooms all of the time.
Mark stepped around the chair, looking at him from an imposing angle and his arms crossed. "I don't appreciate bein' lied to." He didn't look angry, but he certainly had a disapproving look on his face. "So, what's wrong?"
Tanner shrunk back into the chair, his heart starting to race. Mark's posture was familiar, and it set his nerves into high gear, his body tensing in an instinctive fight or flight reaction. His breathing quickened, and his eyes centered on the large man in front of him, trying his best to remind himself that Mark was a friend and not his father. "I... Um," he gulped, feeling his body tremble in anxious adrenaline. "I got evicted," he finally mustered the words, all of them tumbling out of his mouth a little too quickly.
Mark looked uncomfortable for a few unbearably long moments before his body language shifted into something far more relaxed. His shoulders dropped and arms untensed as he shoved his hands in his pockets, a chagrined look on his face. "Oh," was all that he managed to say for a long while. "Do you, ah, need a place ta stay?"
Tanner stared at him, gray eyes wide with shock. Was he serious? They barely even knew each other, why would he offer to let him stay with him. "I... But." He was at a loss for words and sat there mimicking a Goldeen for far longer than he cared to admit.
"C'mon, I'm goin' home. If ya wanna stay here then fine, but I'm not offerin' again." Mark started leaving, and Tanner jumped up from the chair to follow him out.
Author's Note - Wow! Over 1000 views within the first week of posting. First of all, I'd like to say thank you to all of my readers; I hope you're enjoying reading the story as much as I'm enjoying writing it. Second, I'd like to remind all of you that anonymous reviews are allowed and welcome!
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