Pokephilic Breeding Thread 7: Trainers and Competition

Pokephilic Breeding Thread 7: Trainers and Competition
Tags: Pokephilia, 'Ficticious NonFiction', Non-Story Format

Alright, Jarred and Pippa here. Something different for you guys today, we found a trainer who’s willing to talk competition with us.
He’s… aware of these threads, but kind of kept it to himself what he thinks of them.

Jarred: We’ll start with a profile of the team. The trainer is a guy named Magnus. Unovan and a decent contender for the top spot.
Pippa: He’s kinda short, black hair, green eyes. Cocky.
Jarred: They’ll be seeing him in a second!
Pippa: I like saying it.

His pokemon are:
Peris - Blaziken
Tira - Toxapex
Agaea - Aegislash
Athena - Gardevoir
Kali - Lopunny
Jank - Scrafty

Pippa: Note a trend? They’re all female and they’ve all got a bit of human in ‘em…
Jarred: We’re about to interview them, really think it’s alright to… imply such things?
Pippa: He fucks them. There, I’m not implying anymore.
Jarred: … just… nevermind.

[Video Start]
Magnus and his team take a seat around the living space.
Magnus drops his hiking pack on the floor, leaning against the coffee table. He collapses into the couch, arms outstretched over the top. Everything about him screams ‘competent outdoorsman’, and the wear on his gear says none of it is for show.
To his left sits Jank. The Scrafty wears human clothes, a hoodie and a skirt. Her shed skin trousers are still there, held up by the skirt’s waistband. When she gets comfortable she throws off her hood, her crest, rather than standing upright, is curved over the left side of her face. She unzips her jacket, apathetic to the fact she’s revealed there’s no clothes underneath. She has barely anything to her chest, nor does she care that anyone looking can see that. She pulls out the crushed box of doughnuts she had stashed in there. She half-heartedly offers them to the group before chowing down without waiting for an answer.
Kali sits to his right, the Lopunny wears gymwear which does an admirable job of holding down her DD-cup bust. Her knuckles battered and wrapped in cloth strips. There’s a pouch on her belt, clearly the housing for her Megastone. She plants one foot on the coffee table, leaning into the knee. Her other leg jiggles subconsciously.
Tira doesn’t bother with a seat, the Toxapex merely shuffles into the room and finds a space between the couch and one of the armchairs. When comfortable, she lifts the front of her carapace, revealing the small, barely foot tall, main body. She’s dressed in a doll’s dress, being small enough to comfortably fit while still having enough of a feminine form to fill it out. She edges away from the spotlight, closing the carapace whenever someone makes eye contact.
Peris knocks on Tira’s carapace as she sits in the armchair, crossing her legs. The Blaziken wears a simple baggy t-shirt, which barely hides her giant breasts, each one easily the size of her own head. She also wears the torn remains of old jeans - she hasn’t quite gotten the hang of keeping her talons from destroying them.
Athena stands to the side of the couch, arms crossed. The Gardevoir has gone to an absolute extreme with decorating her dress, covered in riveted chainmail pierced into the skin. Her lithe frame is at odds with the heavy steel she wears, plate sabatons and gauntlets, pauldrons that make her silhouette far more imposing than it would otherwise be. She’s motionless, except for her eyes, darting across every detail in the room.
On her back is Agaea, the Aegislash is wrapped in a cloth, which serves as a form of clothing. She raises herself up with her tassel-limbs, to get a better view of the room, her single hilt-eye darting around wildly. Despite being a sword, roughly an arming sword in proportions, she has a clear anthropomorphic figure, giving waves in the edge where curves would be in a human. Her bust is slight, but clearly there and barely covered by the cloth. Her shield is strapped to her back.

	“Alright, now we’re set up…” Jarred says as he fumbles around with the camera.
	“Pippa coming back?” asks Magnus.
	“Yeah, in a bit. She had to step out. Important client call.”
	“No worries… Hey, you smell that?”
	“Garde!” Athena’s head snaps to the side, her eyes tracing down the drapes.
Jarred looks around, “Smell wha- Sally!”
Something in the drapes shuffles.
	“You might want to crack open a window,” Jarred says as he walks towards the drapes.
	“I quite like the air conditioning,” says Magnus, “It’s sweltering outside.”
	“That smell is Salazzle pheromones… Come here you sly little whore-”
As Jarred extracts the Salazzle from the drapes, she blows a puff of purple dust into his face.
	“I… have to go take care of this. You might want to turn of the camera, I’ll be a while.”
	“I don’t-”
	“You want to whip out your ‘dex, or can I just say ‘it’s a Salazzle’ and expect you to follow?”
	“That was a face full of…”
	“Aphrodisiac. Which you’ll be breathing now.”
Jarred quickly exits the room, the door slams shut behind him.
Magnus looks around a bit, “Nah… I’m comfy.”
	“Garde…”
	“I said I’m comfy.”
	“Scraft?”
	“Nah, won’t need to turn it off. He’s a breeder because he can’t control his dick. I’m a trainer, because I have a little thing called ‘discipline’.”
Jank chuckles, “Scra.”
	“Oh, shush you.”
	“Lolo?” Kali stands, stretching.
	“It hasn’t gotten warm in here. Placebo effect, you’re fine.”
Kali reaches into her pouch, a mere touch activates the stone and in a flash she Mega Evolves.
	“We’re not fighting Kali.”
	“’Punny.” She waves him off after the burst of evolutionary light settles. She starts bouncing on the spot in a fighting stance, jabbing at the air.
	“Ziken.”
	“It’s not getting warmer Peris.”
	“Ziken.”
	“Can’t you lot just… be comfortable in nice air conditioning for a change?”
	“Tox…”
	“But you’re always complaining about that. Should get you a fucking vibrator or something.”
	“Aegi…”
	“It’s not getting to my head.”
	“Garde…”
	“You’re also wrong. I’ll prove it. By not moving from this god damned spot.”
	“Blaz?”
	“Garde.”
	“I’m not an idiot.”
	“Scraft.”
	“The room is not ‘filled to the brim’. I thought you lot had a high tolerance for shitty air being city dwellers?”
	“Scraf”, she nods, finishing a doughnut, “Scraft.”
	“Weak.”
[The camera shows a purple haze settling over the room. This is not a camera effect, this is light hitting the pheromone droplets in the air.]
Peris rolls her eyes and too stands, “Blazi.”
Kali looks at her mid jab, “Lop?”
Peris pulls her shirt off, throwing it to the ground hard enough to cause a distinctive ‘thwap’. She immediately follows up with a swing to Kali’s head. Kali deftly dodges and retorts with a kick aimed at Peris’ chest. Peris catches the kick, steps through and throws Kali to the ground. She crouches over Kali, talon tip fingering at the hem of Kali’s shorts.
	“Was that really necessary?”
Peris ignores him as she runs her talons up Kali’s exposed midriff. The Lopunny at first primes to fight her off, but as Peris’ talon tips run under the edge of her top, Kali relaxes, “Ny?”
Peris slides the top up, fondling Kali’s now-exposed breast, while sliding her shorts down.
Peris then slips under Kali’s legs, getting her head between Kali’s thighs. As her other hand slides up for Kali’s other breast, Peris nips at Kali’s labia with the tip of her beak a couple of times. As Kali’s hips begin to rock, aching, begging, Peris opens her mouth. She grips tight on Kali’s breasts as she plunges her tongue inside the moaning Lopunny.
Kali is immediately lost in the throes of ecstasy, her hips bucking to the motions of Peris’ tongue.
	“Scrafty…”
	“No, they just do that anyway.”
Agaea looks around, slowly, gingerly trying to slip past Athena without her noticing.
It doesn’t work.
Athena grabs the Aegislash by the cross-guard.
	“Gardevoir!?”
	“Aegis-”
Athena grabs her just under the eye, muffling her words. Athena glances around, her face clearly reddening. She steps back a couple times to be out of line of sight from everyone else, before parting the front of her skirt. She leans, whispers something to Agaea.
While staring at the back of Magnus’ head, clearly worried he’ll turn around, she raises her leg, balancing awkwardly as she slips Agaea’s handle inside her moistening sex.
Agaea adjusts, pinning her tip into the floor, and slowly straightening, stiffening. Athena is forced onto her toes by the straightening - The length of Agaea’s body is just longer than her legs. Athena manages, just, to put her leg back down as Agaea starts moving her handle. Athena drops her skirt, completely hiding Agaea from view. Not that it does much to hide what’s happening, Athena struggles to keep a straight face amid the squirming. Before long, Agaea’s ribbons slip up, under Athena’s dress, wrapping her fingers around Athena’s tits, eliciting a faint sigh from the Gardevoir.
Meanwhile, Peris and Kali have managed to wrangle around each other and are in a mildly awkward sixty-nine position, with Peris on top. Her shirt half raised leaves her giant tits dangling for the camera to see. Kali, unable to achieve any meaningful depth with her short tongue, instead opts to make use of it’s extreme softness, slipping underneath Peris’ clitoral hood, rolling and flexing it around the engorged pleasure dome.
	“God, you’re in relative privacy for five minutes and you can’t keep your pants on…”
Jank throws the empty doughnut box on the coffee table as she finishes the last one, “Scrafty.”
	“What do you mean he’ll be an hour or more?”
	“Scra.”
	“He’s got guests, he won’t be fucking-.”
	“Aft.”
	“… you’re right, he did cop a face full.”
Jank dusts herself off and glances around, seeing Tira, staring at the sexual display before her from between a slightly parted gap in her carapace. She clambers over, reaching into the gap, grabbing the Toxapex around the thorax.
	“Scra…” she tries to sound soothing.
	“Toxa…” Tira mumbles, relaxing her carapace. The hardened shell softens, slackening.
Jank slides back to Magnus.
	“Ty.”
	“It’s not affecting me, I don’t care what you say or-”
Jank unclips the end of the zip, causing the hoodie to fall apart, exposing her front.
	“That doesn’t-”
Jack tugs at the waistband of her skirt, both it and the skin-trousers fall to the floor. Moisture leaking over the soft under-scales between her legs.
	“You aren’t-”
Jank snatches at his groin with her free hand. The fabric collapses around his throbbing bulge.
He merely grimaces at her as she unzips his pants, forcefully tugging it open until his member flops out from under his underwear.
She pulls at it, pointing for the ceiling, as she gently places the tiny Tira on it, ensuring Tira is facing her. Her tiny nub limbs flail until she finds something to grip onto - Magnus’ twitching shaft. She flexes them, her skirt raising to reveal her aching pussy. Jank gently grips Magnus’ cock, pushing upward, gathering up as much foreskin as she can at the tip. She rubs it along Tira’s slit a few times, slathering his tip with her sultry sheen. Once satisfied, she slowly lowers Tira onto it, the cock sliding in, effortlessly. Tira’s elastic body stretches, deforming around the comparatively monstrous member. Her nub limbs quickly pushing up at her dress, so that it doesn’t rip with the deformation. She takes a shuddering breath as Jank keeps lowering her. A strained moan escapes Tira’s lips as Jank finally gets her down to the base of his shaft. Tira bites her lip, her eyes hood, pausing to savour the sensation of each and every twitch he makes - her dress is bunched up around her neck. As her body relaxes around the cock, each fine detail becomes clearly outlined, until her whole body is wrapped tightly so tightly around it, the shape of his shaft veins can be seen. The only place where that detail is unclear is her shuddering chest, whereupon two large - for her tiny size - breasts lie.
Once settled, Tira plants her carapace down, leaving the front and backs open. Jank slowly masturbates them for a bit, using Tira as something like a living onahole for a few strokes before Tira finds a rhythm and takes over. When that happens, Jank positions herself in front of her, pressing her moist slit into Tira’s face.
Jank however nearly jumps away, startled. Instead to licking, like Jank expected, Tira uses her small size to her advantage. She leans right forward, pulling back her carapace arms as far away from her scalp as she can physically manage. Tira pulls apart Jank’s labia as much as she can and slips inside.
Jank swallows hard as she feels Tira’s tongue and nub limbs working their way around her nethers.
Magnus capitalises on this. He reaches out, grabbing Jank by the shoulders, plunging Tira, and his cock, as deep inside Jank as he can manage. Tira’s nub limbs press at Jank’s pussyflesh, so that when Magnus pulls out, she is not dragged out with it.
Jank looks up at her trainer when he thrusts again, breathless at the sheer mass pushing around inside her.
As Magnus increases the tempo of his thrusts, Tira wraps her carapace around Jank, locking her in, rendering her unable to shift position - rendering her completely at the mercy of her trainer and the Toxapex.
Before long, he’s pumping away, forcing Jank’s body down with each thrust, and in turn, forcing Tira ever so slightly deeper. Her nubs pressing into places Jank didn’t even know existed inside, kissing and licking the deepest corners of her body.
When she cums, her pussyflesh clamps down tight on Tira, only making her explorations more pronounced. Jank claps her hands over her mouth to stop herself from screaming as she can feel a different mechanism kicking in, another orgasm shooting through from elsewhere.
As her trainer picks up speed, she can feel Tira’s body tighten and convulse into her own set of orgasms, setting off a cascade of them through Jank’s body too. The Scrafty’s head lolls back, eyes rolled into the back of her skull. Tira tightens her grip as he enters the home run, his hips bucking wildly as orgasm slowly pushes its way out of the core of his being.
When he cums, Tira’s body inflates with the sheer volume, ballooning out. With his cock forming a sealed plug, none of it can escape. His dying thrusts prove to be the genesis of a new round of orgasms as the slow rocking of a subjective piledriver grinds away at her insides.
She can’t even manage sound at this point, the only indication of orgasm being violent shuddering over her body.

Just at Magnus finishes, the door opens.
[Jarred remains off camera]
	“Oh for… I told you, open the fucking window!”
	“Oh… you did?” Magnus says, dazed.
	“Did you at least turn off the camera?”
	“Oh… nah, we didn’t.”
	“… that was live by the way.”
	“Oh… it was?”
	“Yeah… wait, where’s your Aegislash.”
	“Garde…” says Athena as she stares at the opposite wall, her face bright red.
[Jarred switches the camera off]


Q&A

Jarred: Alright… lets start this over again.
Pippa: In other news Magnus, your video’s gotten a *lot* of downloads…
… More than mine in the timeframe…
… You piece of-
Jarred: Alright, handing the floor off to Magnus and his team.

>How much 'voice' do your 'mons get in your strategy, teambuilding, and the like?

Magnus: Honestly? You have to work as a cohesive unit.
In saying that though, that’s a cliche that doesn’t say anything useful. Your job as the trainer is the eyes and ears of the field at play, your team can’t see the forest for the trees in the middle of a round, but you can. That’s why you matter.
My team’s arranged in three pairs, since duo fights are a thing now. Jank’s paired up with Tira, Agaea’s with Athena, Kali’s with Peris. Now, most trainers will have type and moveset reasons why they’ll pair ‘mons up like that, but for us it’s simply they work slightly better together.

>What happens if one of your team loses the will to fight, or wants to retire?

Magnus: I’ve had four retirees on me. One settled down to have kids, two hang out with my mum and the last one’s pursued a career in the coordinator circuit. I keep in touch.

>How common are team moms/dads among trainer's 'mons?

[Everyone looks at Peris]
Magnus: Common enough.
You do need it in a team though. We all get absorbed in looking up to others in our skill and competence, so it’s always worthwhile to have someone around who we can look up to in terms of just… day-to-day life affairs.

>Do trainers at your level 'self police' among your peers at all like rangers do?

Magnus: Yes… ish.
It’s largely not needed, because at the higher echelons of every sphere, everyone knows everyone. The number of trainers where I am is several zeros short of the total pool of trainers out there. What are we… wasn’t it top 0.6%?
Point is, the people competing at my level, I all know by name.
Competition is fierce and cutthroat at this level. The only thing that really keeps it all stable as an institution is that we all play a fair game, with transparent rules we all abide by. In fact, that’s some advice for life I’d give - people who succeed at life aren’t better or smarter or luckier, they’re just more perceptive. They just see the rules we all erect in society. If you know the rules, you know the win conditions. You want to succeed in life? Find a game in society where the rules are clear to you, find the win condition in that game.
So, when someone comes along who’s a bit on the shithead side, who doesn’t know the rules and who plays an unfair game? They’re poison. They’ll corrode the game. We can’t have that.
You can be surprised how quickly you can destroy someone while still playing by the rules. I find the easiest way to ruin someone’s reputation is to just let ‘em talk. In public. Past the point where they should stop talking. I mean, that’s how that extortionist got done, if you all remember the news on that guy. Bragged about using his Gengar to fleece people out of money. Prick.

>What are the general solutions or workarounds to heat cycles or ruts?

Magnus: Schedules. Discipline. Routines. That’s the solution for pretty much all life’s problems at this tier. You’ll find one commonality among all the trainers up here, we all start the day before sunrise. I plan out the exact days this happens and work around it.
[Peris mumbles something]
Magnus: they don’t need to know *how* we work around it-
[Peris gives him a knowing look]
Magnus: You know as well as I do how common doing *that* is.
Okay, I just need to throw this out there, you will notice that daycares will be booked solid come tournament bouts, usually among mixed-gender teams. Yeah, gotta get that out of your system. Pokemon need their time to… unwind.
Bouts do come regardless of your schedule though, and that’s why we have potions to deal with this. I wouldn’t rely on them though unless you really have to, you can’t fight the inevitable.
There are a couple of exceptions to the insane planning. I know one girl who’s an absolute slacker, gets up at lunchtime on a good day and is often dragged to scheduled bouts by her ‘mons. But she compensates for that with sheer competence, she throttled the whole team here one match with a Magikarp she had still in its ball the Buneary who dragged her to the match, she forgot to actually bring her team. Baton-pass from Buneary into Magikarp, eating fainting damage with a focus sash and just a steady stream of one hit flail K.O.s. That sucked.
But if you’re watching… more than likely, you ain’t like her. Everyone who is like her, I probably already know who you are. You want to meet me one day in the ring? Get your life together and have a decent schedule. Gotta treat your goals like a full-time job, y’know?

>What pokemon are the most difficult to train due to their libidos? I've got a ten ultraball bet on Jynx.

[Magnus stares at Tira, who hides under her carapace]
Magnus: Yeah, Jynx is up there, but I ain’t forking over ten ultraballs when I know for a fact Mareanie can be a handful too. Zoroark too.  A friend’s Zoroark nearly ruined my sister’s wedding because she decided she was going to gatecrash the ceremony and try and get into the pants of everything with a pulse.
Some of the fairy-types like to play matchmaker too, you’ll find their inclusion in teams are more due to loyalty and trust in teammates rather than any tactical or type-advantage consideration. Simply, too much of a distracting influence without that level of deep commitment.

Cheers,
Jarred.

XO,
Pippa.

Thanks,
Magnus and Team.