Varying Circumstances

Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokemon, any characters and Pokemon there-in. You know, just to cover my ass in case. Better safe than sorry.


Author’s Note(s): Honestly, this story was partially inspired by another AbsolxHuman story I found here. As the summary says, this story contains bestiality, so if you’re not into that, it’s probably best that you go find another series to pursue, as the majority of the sexual encounters will involve Pokemon and the Protagonist, though there may be a few humans sprinkled here and there to change things up. I’ll change the code to reflect extra changes in later chapters.

If there’s anything you’d like to see in the story, let me know. Similarly, if you want me to write you up a fiction, let me know. If I like the idea, I’ll make your story. I’m not limited to just bestiality, of course, but there’re a few places I won’t tread.

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Given the circumstances, actually passing the exams required to become a Pokemon trainer should have been easy for Nicholas, but actually taking the exams and seeing his score was a bit of a shock. It’s a real reality check when you’re confident you did well, and you barely score enough to pass. Despite the low score, Nicholas takes the bronze-level license anyway, making him a full-fledged Pokemon trainer. With small badge carrier in one hand, and six empty Pokeballs in another, Nicholas stepped away from the prestigious Pokemon Academy.

Actual Pokemon Academies are harder to find than the simple schools that can be found in nearly every town in the three regions. For every region, there’s only one Pokemon Academy, and getting into them requires one of two things: be very, very rich or very, very famous. Sometimes you have to be both. Still, actually getting into the Academy was child’s play for Nicholas, whose father was the one and only Bruno of Elite Four fame, making him eligible to get in on both accounts.

The Pokemon Academies were the best places in the world to study Pokemon, but had much higher requirements to be met than the simple Pokemon schools, which was the best way to go if you wanted to become a Pokemon trainer without all the study and burden that came with going to the academies, but in many situations, most people had no real choice.

Besides, it was either that or become a Pokemon Ranger, not a job that Nicholas wanted to take, despite liking the outdoors.

Nicholas wasn’t particularly looking forward to going home, the entire return trip by Pidgeot to the Indigo Plateau passing all too quickly as he considers exactly how his father would react to..

“I don’t want a Fighting-type Pokemon as my first Pokemon, dad. You know that.” Nicholas sits across the arena from his father, stuffing his backpack full of the things he’d need to start his journey off. They were seated in the very battle-worn arena that Bruno battled Champion hopefuls.

“I’ll have none of that.” Bruno shakes his head, slowly moving to a sit. “You already know that you have your pick of Pokemon that I have to begin with.”

“So why should I get special treatment, dad?” Nicholas inquires, glancing up through the short strands of brown hair that insists on inhibiting his eyesight in situations like these.

“Because you’re..”

“My son. Yes, I know, dad. I’ve heard it all before.”

Bruno mulls his son’s words over briefly, before nodding his head. “Fair enough. I had expected that you wouldn’t change your mind.” He slowly makes his way to a stand. “You’re a stubborn boy, much like your father.”

“Mom always said that I got my stubborn streak from you, dad.” Nicholas smiles a little as he moves to a stand, dusting his pants off.

Bruno glances over at Nicholas, and steps across the arena to a small lock box, kneeling down and working the lock off. “We were both kind of stubborn, so it makes sense that our kid would be equally as stubborn, if not more-so. You were a real pain when you were growing up, but, low scores and not wanting to follow in your old man’s footsteps aside, I’m proud of you.”

Nicholas just watches his father quietly, tilting his head curiously as he produces a small Ultra Ball from the lockbox, before tossing it to Nicholas, who catches it with little trouble.