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Part 1: Machamp
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"Come on," Jade mutters, scrolling through the job search site for anything that would give her funding while not taking up the time she actually needs to work on her PhD.
There's nothing.
Or rather, nothing that she hasn't already applied for a million times over. She's got some money in scholarships left, but that will run out eventually and she'd really like to not go back to living with her parents, or eating nothing but cup noodles.
Almost guiltily, she opens an incognito browser and navigates by memory to her old cam girl profile.
She'd only had a brief 'career' in 'online entertainment' – had stopped entirely before doing her Masters degree - because she'd been too afraid someone would find out about it, recognise her, and that knowledge would spread like wildfire across campus.
Now though… well, she could do her PhD data crunching anywhere that had a wifi connection, and rent in rural areas was much cheaper and it did mean that her nearest neighbour was an actual respectable distance away instead of on the other side of a thin wall. No one is going to hear her going to know what's going on.
There are no requests in her inbox – why would there be, it hasn't been used in years – and her subscriber count is a flat zero. Jade is too aware of the fickle nature of internet audiences to think that much money will come her way if she just starts to post again now, after a hiatus like that. Her audience is gone, she might as well be starting from scratch.
Instead she goes to the website forums, looking for people who have put up specific requests – and the money they're willing to throw around to see it done.
₽200k jumps out at her immediately, and she's clicking it before common sense kicks in to say it's undoubtedly going to be something nasty, for that price.
Fuck a Machamp it says.
"Whoa, no," Jade says, paling and closing the entire window on reflex. Her palms are sweating. It hadn't been that kind of site before.
Places sure do change fast on the internet.
She drums her fingers on her desk, then reopens the window and goes back to the forums, looking for something a little more palatable. The problem is, she's one person with no kind of set up – or willingness, frankly – to do any of the more extreme offers. And the ones she could do are either already taken or disappear before her eyes.
"I could just go back to collecting nuggets and pearls," she says, because that was a pokemon trainer staple and she'd made a fair bit of pocket money, back in the day, doing just that. But nuggets only sold for ten thousand pokedollars and pearls for about seven… and it's not like she's near a convenient ocean for fishing up Shellder. There might be nuggets in the nearby mountains…
Or there might be Machamp.
"Fuck," Jade says, exhaling harshly. Her stomach swoops, uncomfortably, roiling with nervousness. Her leg bounces, jitters working their way up and down her body, energy coiling around and lighting up her insides, making goose bumps rise on her skin and her arm hair stand on end. She bites her lip.
Two hundred thousand is a good chunk of money; over two months of rent. And Machamp are basically just really buff dudes that don't talk much. It's not like she's never slept with any of them despite university supposedly being for the 'intellectual elite'.
The nervousness feels a lot like anticipation.
Quickly, as if to do it before she comes to her senses, Jade sends an anonymous message to the original poster; 'is this request still active?'
It's a few weeks old. Maybe it isn't.
She would totally be relieved if it wasn't – just feel silly for working herself up over nothing.
The reply comes back almost instantly, as if having been eagerly awaited. 'yes. DM for transaction?'
Jade swallows, mouth gone completely dry. Her response comes out jagged, she needs to hit backspace too many times as she fumbles with the keys, as if her hands suddenly belong to someone else 'nede a fewdays to confirm participant availability.will dm to confirm'.
The message winks read. There is no reply.
"Okay," Jade says, feeling shaky, as if that had been a specialist panel of professors hammering her – hah! – at a dissertation defence instead of a handful of anonymous messages over the internet. "Okay, I guess we're going Machamp hunting."
She reaches for the one pokeball she has, the remnant of her time as a pokemon trainer. All her other pokemon had been released or traded on – it had been silly to keep a full fighting team when she retired from competition. She hadn't been that good, anyway. Kadabra appears with a zoom of light, peering over her shoulder at the computer.
"Ka," he says, sagely, bobbing his head so his fur tuffs dance. He recognises the site, clearly. "Bra."
"That's right," Jade says, patting his arm and standing, pushing away from the desk. Her knees are surprisingly wobbly. "Jade-y's going to need you to hold a camera again, buddy. You remember how to do that?"
Telekinetic pokemon made exceptional cameramen, she'd found, because they didn't get in the way and could get great shots. Or maybe it was just that her Kadabra had an eye for composition. Naughty composition.
She giggles, feeling lightheaded. "But first, we have to go catch a Machamp."
None of her old trainer gear fits, but that's fine – it's not like there's a dress code to pokemon catching. Her lab coat gives her a veneer of respectability, like there's a perfectly normal reason for someone who studies pokemon to go and catch pokemon, not like she's up to something shady at all.
She stops at the local pokemart, to pick up pokeballs and potions and a Full Heal just in case, and then starts the hike out towards the mountain.
She hasn't been out this way, even though it's supposedly quite a famous nature walk, and it's surprisingly not as deserted as she would have thought. Some people just like the outdoors. Weirdos.
"Up for a battle?" A jolly Hiker asks, clearly taking a rest on a collection of boulders.
"Ah no!" Jade declines hastily, because that's the last thing she wants. She'd loose and then she'd have to go all the way back to the pokecenter. "I'm out here doing research." She hesitates. "Say, do you know if there are Machamp in the mountains?"
Please say yes, she thinks, as if she can will it to be true. And then shocks herself to silence by realising she wants it to be true – isn't holding out to fail to catch a pokemon, so she can say she tried but it just didn't work out. She fully intends to go through with this.
Jade swallows and nearly misses his response, if not for the way the Hiker bursts out into laughter. "Oh, ho. Plenty of Machoke, lass," he says. "But Machamp evolve only when they're traded from trainer to trainer. You won't find any in the wild."
"Oh, dammit," she blurts out. "Maybe a Machoke would work…" She could catch one anyway, and then try frantically to find someone who would circle trade with her to evolve it in time.
"Got heavy lifting you need done?" the Hiker asks, though doesn't wait for a response, which is good because she's not entirely sure what she would have responded with. The truth is clearly out. "But I think luck must be on our sides today! I've got a Machoke I've been thinking of releasing; he's just no good in battle. Too soft, just between us. But it seemed cruel to just let him go to the wild. I don't think he'd survive it. But you're not a trainer, are you? Just a researcher needing, heh, a few extra hands?"
I want it to fuck me, Jade carefully doesn't say. "That's right," she says. "I'm too soft for battling, too. But, uh. I don't have anything to trade," she admits.
The Hiker shrugs. "I've got a full team," he says, "and I like to catch new pokemon wherever I go. Go on, take him. I'd like to see him evolve."
He holds out a pokeball.
Cautiously, Jade takes it and activates it. A blue Machoke appears on the path between them, and then starts to glow and change.
Jade has seen evolutions before, has read the literature on how and why it happens, but it never ceases to be astonishing.
Out of the light flexes a Machamp, four arms beating against his astonishing pectorals. He lets out a roar.
"Uh, hey, fella," Jade says, nervously. "How do you feel about coming with me?"
His face isn't human – wide yellow lipped mouth and bony forehead ridges – but it's human enough that she feels she should ask. And ask about the other thing as well, though obviously not here.
"Champ!" the Machamp says, and crosses the ground to her in one quick step.
Jade squeaks, half afraid of an attack, but is only scooped gently into the cradle of his arms, to another happy roar.
The Hiker chuckles. "Seems like he likes the idea," he says. "You know, in Alola they use 'Champ to carry people around, just like that."
Jade chuckles weakly, heart only just starting to beat a normal rhythm again. "Well, it's not a bad idea," she says, then squirms a little to get her backpack off. "Here. It's not a lot but… thank you." She holds out the two potions she'd brought along – since she'll no longer be needing them. "You've saved me a lot of trouble."
"No trouble at all," the Hiker says, but takes them. "You have a good day now."
You have no idea, Jade thinks, a little hysterically, in his direction, but directs her new Machamp home.
Once they're back, she makes sure the door is firmly locked – and that she keeps his pokeball in hand in case she needs to emergency return him.
"So, I'm not a pokemon trainer," she explains, feeling only a little ridiculous. Most trainers get in the habit of talking to their pokemon, even if the jury is always out on if the pokemon can really understand them. Jade thinks yes but that doesn't make one sided conversations less awkward. "So there won't be any battles, is that okay?"
Machamp doesn't seem to have anything against that, and flexes his arms to show them off.
"Yeah, there'll probably be a lot of heavy lifting for you to do," Jade says, guessing. "I bet you'll be really good at it."
"Champ!" he says happily.
Carefully, she sets her laptop up on the table and navigates to her cam girl profile. "Did you ever watch TV before?" she asks.
Machamp wanders over to the big TV on the wall, and carefully and gently presses the on button. The news flickers on, though it's muted.
"That's right!" she says, relieved. "My job at the moment is to be filmed, so it can go on TV or computers, just like that. And I'd really like your help with it. You don't have to, of course, it's totally up to you-" she's starting to babble, so she hits play on one of her old videos and spins the laptop around to face him. "Just like this."
It's… really goddamn hard to tell exactly what a non-verbal person is thinking about an offer like that. She's only known him about an hour, can't interpret species or individual body language like she can with Kadabra.
"Maa," Machamp says, low and drawn out. His eyes are focused on the video of Jade fucking a dildo. It's a good video, if she does say so herself. One of the ones that had drawn a pretty consistent level of attention.
Then he takes off his pants.
Well, she thinks. That answers that. Also, the curiosity of the fact that Machamp wear pants. Is she going to have to do pokemon laundry?
"Not right right now," she says, hastily. "I have to get some stuff set up. But soon?"
Machamp's arms lower, as if either disappointed or embarrassed. "Champ."
"Soon," Jade repeats, and zaps him back into his pokeball. "Oh boy. Oh boy. Soon." She swallows and rubs her thighs together, feeling the start of a telling dampness.
You learn something new about yourself every day, she thinks, with only a little hysteria.
She collapses down in front of her laptop and opens the XHub website, hesitating a second before creating a totally new account. It's a struggle to find a user name – as always – and most variations she tries are taken; except, apparently Pokefucking Professor.
God she really, really, hopes this doesn't get out. She can just imagine that name following her around her professional life. Still, that gives her an idea for a theme and a gimmick, and she gets to work clearing out the second bedroom that she's been using as a storage area. Plain is better – the less identifying features, the less likely anyone finds out it's Jade – and a medical research theme is a great excuse to have nothing but a desk and a bed, pushed up against opposite walls.
Everyone loves roleplaying, right?
"Okay," she says, and DM's the guy who's about to turn her into a Machamp fucker. 'confirmed. live stream or recorded event?'
'live' he responds, instantly again. They haggle over a few more details like whether Jade can put the video up on her page – she can – and lock the transaction into the on-site payment processing… which means that 200k is as good as hers.
All she's got to do is provide the video.
"Alright," she says, "action time."
Her 'porn uniform' is a labcoat. Just a labcoat, buttoned teasingly beneath her breasts. And nothing else.
Well, nothing else but a wig that covers her natural hair, a distracting shade of green that has long bangs in the front that cover her face and should help maintain anonymity. People in these sites generally aren't looking at faces anyway.
She sits, primly, at the desk in the empty room. Three cameras orbit around her, Kadabra controlling them easily to get good angles as she pretends to write at the desk. They're not exactly high quality machines, and one is literally just her phone, but they do the job and connect wirelessly to her computer so. They're more than sufficient.
The door opens.
Machamp comes in. He's still pantless.
So far so good, Jade thinks, mouth dry. She stands, turning coyly so the cameras get teasing glimpses of flesh beneath her coat.
She's still got this. She feels powerful.
"Welcome to the professors study," she says, sounding only a little like a canned porn line. "Come right on in."
She runs through a few standard assessment moves, height and weight and reflex of his arms, using the opportunity to run her hands across Machamps muscles and flirting coyly with the camera. Her stomach is twisting in on itself, nerves and anticipation twinning together, and she's getting slick and wet.
People are watching her. She'd forgotten how much she liked this.
"And we definitely need to measure this," she says, teasingly flicking her measuring tape out near Machamps growing erection. It's big. And thick. And very shortly she has exact numbers for how big and thick he is, and says them admiring, just so her audience knows exactly what she's about to have up her cunt.
She drags her fingers along it, lightly. It jumps in her hand, blue-ish purple skin taking on an even darker tone as it floods with blood. "Oh, what a big boy," she says. "And he's not even fully grown."
Machamp is being very good and very patient and he definitely deserves a reward after all of this.
"The next test is virility," Jade says, voice low and sultry. The line is kind of ridiculous but what about this isn't. She pouts and makes sure the camera captures it. "We need to put this to use. For science."
She steps towards the bed, nearly leading Machamp by the dick, and bends over it, flipping the edge of her labcoat up over her back to expose her ass. She presents it, to Machamp and to the camera, pressing her thighs together to make her mound stand out.
The camera loops in, getting nice and close for the 'before' picture. She's already starting to get wet and slick, and she had carefully lubed up before starting, so she has no doubt it's a very pretty picture.
This, she decides, is exactly where she's going to cut the film, the free version trailer, and hide the rest beyond the subscription paywall, so people have to hand over money to see what comes next.
She bets it's going to be good.
She swallows, and steps out to the side, widening her stance. "Come here, big boy," she purrs, cunt starting to ache with want of filling. "I'm waiting."
Machamp does. Not instantly, or violently but his hands are on her. Everywhere. Four hands is definitely better than two, she decides, as a pair runs up over her back and then down her front, one settling on her breasts and the other going down over her stomach to her clit. The other pair spreads her ass cheeks, widening her obscenely – she hopes the camera is getting this – and a long tongue wipes from her cunt to asshole.
Jade groans, low and throaty. "Oh yeah," she says, unable to decide what to focus on. The hand squeezing her breast is nice, and his fingers are almost rough and calloused on her nipples, but the hand on her clit is sending sparks zinging through her already. Where did he learn this? Just from the one video she'd shown him? Or was this how Machamp procreated too?
The tongue pushes into her pussy, and that thought leaves her head entirely. "Like that," she pants, rocking back against him. She's really wet now, soaking with it, an feel the easy slide of her pussy lips against each other.
And then he draws back. Jade whines, unable to help herself, as her cunt clenches around empty air. Her thigh muscles tense. She glances back over her shoulder, "hey!"
But then there's something massively thick and blunt nudging against her entrance instead and, oh yes, is she ready for it. Something bumps against her ankle and she glances down, distracted, catching a camera trying to get into position underneath her – clearly the best angle for watching the penetration occur – and scoots her step out just a little wider.
That opens her cunt wide up, and Machamp slams in with a roar that nearly deafens her.
Jade hollers too, but more in reaction than any kind of pain. He's thick, he's so thick and she's splitting in half, stretching and stretching and stretching and surely she has to reach a limit, surely this can't go on, and he's sliding deeper and deeper and deeper into her.
I am being fucked by a Machamp she thinks, hysterically. By a pokemon.
And then he starts to move and she really is being fucked. It's like – it's like being hit by a wave or an avalanche, a force of nature that just moves and can't be stopped and she's thrown forward against the bed, elbows bracing her upper half, while her hips are pinned in place by Machamps second set of hands.
"Please, please, yes," she moans, incoherently, and he flicks her clit again and suddenly she's coming, clenching tight and body flexing and all her nerves lighting up at once.
And Machamp keeps fucking her. Jade sobs, overstimulated, and the electric shocks of her orgasm don't fade, just keep building up again as he pounds into her, and
– she has no idea, she realises, she has no idea how long he can keep this up for. She knows nothing about Machamp sex because who does except perverts and she has no idea how long this is going to go for, what she's got herself into.
She's terrifyingly lost. She's out of her league. Has no control. Is fucking out of her depth. Hah.
She comes again, clenching tighter, even tighter, as if to force him out or hold him still, and feels him stutter for the first time. Oh please be close.
And then he lifts her up by the hips, and she squeals and tries to scramble for purchase on the ground, toes barely brushing the wooden floor up unable to reach or hold her own weight.
And he keeps pounding into her. It's too much. It's been too much for too long. She can't take it. She can't.
"Please," she begs. "Please, please, please."
He thrusts again, harder, a move she feels all the way from her toes to her teeth, and finally, finally comes. She can feel it, the pulsing of his cock in her cunt, the thick flood of warm semen – oh god she has pokemon come inside her – that seems to go on and on until she's sure she must be swollen with it, sure it must already be leaking out of her on to the ground.
He pulls out. She dangles helplessly in grip until he lowers her onto the bed, legs splayed uselessly off the side. There's no way they'll hold her weight. Her cunt burns from the stretch, but aches from emptiness – as if it can't decide if it wants to go back to being filled or not.
She lays quiet for a moment. But no. She has to finish this. Has to wind the video up so they can stop recording and she can do something to treat her poor abused cunt.
"Professor notes," she says, half heartedly sticking to theme. "Can confirm. Very virile. Testing success."
She squeezes her thighs together, feels the leak of come sliding out of her and watches the camera zoom around for the 'after' comparison shot, of her pussy leaking come.
"Machamp," Machamp says, proudly, behind her.
Wearily, she raises her head, looking over her shoulder. And gapes. "Very," she chokes on her words. "Virile."
She swallows. Machamp is stroking his cock, filling it back up to obscene hardness. There's come smeared across it, glistening juices from her cunt. And he wants to go again.
Jade whimpers at the thought of it even going anywhere near her cunt again. Two hundred thousand pokedollars, she thinks.
"Of course, we need to test all different variables," she says and wriggles her hips so her ass is on display, using her fingers to spread her cheeks again and display the pucker of her asshole. Machamp takes the hint and his tongue loosens what her lube job from earlier hadn't.
And then, as he lines up his thick, destroying cock Jade puts her head down on the bed and screams.
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When they're done – finally – and the camera has catalogued every inch of her come splattered, come filled, destroyed body, Jade makes Machamp carry her back out to the living room.
He seems disgustingly unaffected, not even tired, which only makes her feel even stickier and grosser.
"Ka," says Kadabra, letting the cameras sink back down onto the table. The laptop is open and she motions for it – Kadabra lifts it to her telekinetically so she doesn't even have to move.
The transaction is completed. Exceptional work her patron has noted, but more importantly, the money is hers. A quick glance at her bank account confirms it.
Pleasure doing business with you, she types back. You know where to find me if you want a repeat.
Tomorrow she'll cut the footage and take frames as photographs, update her profile with her first bit of Pokefucking Professor content and hopefully draw in even more money and business.
For now… well. For now she's two hundred thousand pokedollars richer.