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And I'll be posting many more \"late\" stories in the days to come. Sorry that I got a bit lazy with posting. ^^;\n\nA story about car racing, summertime fun, and hot sexy action.\nI hope you guys enjoy this story. I might just make another one featuring good ol' Phil from this story. 😉\n\nPokephilia Story (NSFW) - A Rush of Pheromones Summer Edition\nBy J.C. Solis\n\nPokemon is Copyright © of Game Freak and The Pokemon Company.\nI do not intend to infringe on copyrights, and this work is purely fanfiction.\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Lloyd's Tale Pt. 2

A late story that I forgot to post for many months. And I'll be posting many more "late" stories in the days to come. Sorry that I got a bit lazy with posting. ^^;

A story about car racing, summertime fun, and hot sexy action.
I hope you guys enjoy this story. I might just make another one featuring good ol' Phil from this story. 😉

Pokephilia Story (NSFW) - A Rush of Pheromones Summer Edition
By J.C. Solis

Pokemon is Copyright © of Game Freak and The Pokemon Company.
I do not intend to infringe on copyrights, and this work is purely fanfiction.
", "writing": "ï»żPokĂ©philia Story\nA Rush of Pheromones\nSummer Edition\n By J.C. Solis\n \n The dragstrip was howling with the sound of fast cars that raced down the strip, with cars ranging from turbocharged sleepers to supercharged V8 monstrosities taking to the race track to see who’d come out on top. All of this was to challenge one another for dominance, to see who had the most outrageously fast rig, and to see who could reach the pinnacle of speed, becoming the top dog of the strip. Granted, this was a competition, and many challengers stood up to the plate to blaze across to the finish line and attempt to leave their competitors in the dust. And one by one, the loser's circle began to pile up.\n But curiously enough, this race was not taking fold at the dragstrip near Lakeshire Town. The salt in the air was evidence that the dragstrip was near the coast, and this was evident on the beaches that were right next to the strip. Off in the distance lay the coastal town of Serenity Cove, an important port city in Daegar that had both sandy, pristine shores and a massive dock area that brought in valuable cargo from other regions of the world. And the people were going all out and having fun on the white sand beaches as they laughed and cheered, either playing in the sand or splashing about in the sea.\n Since the strip was near the shore, and the sound of raging cars could be heard far and wide, many of the beach-goers had surrounded the drag strip to view from afar the beastly cars that screamed down the racetrack, though if one wanted to get up close and personal to these behemoths of High Horsepower, one would sadly have to pay an admission fee. But those who did get to see cars scream down the track at speeds so phenomenally fast that even pokĂ©mon like Garchomp, Flygon, and Dragapult would be jealous.\n And one of those cars was a black muscle car that had been making waves – and not because it lost control and careened out into the sea. This was a car that many people heard legends about, one that came from the sleepy large town of Lakeshire Town and was sort of a local legend in its area. It was a Challenger Demon 170 with a twin super-turbo-charged engine that produced so much power that one would assume that it was illegal to even possess such a monstrosity. And as it howled like a banshee down the strip, defeating car after car and practically leaving them in its dust, it was certain to become a top contender for the championship winner.\n This car was “The Black Phantom,” a car that was so intense and strong that the Daegar Automotive Hot Rod League, or DAHRL, even tried to put handicaps on the car to keep things even remotely fair for the other contenders. But nothing, not adding weight to the vehicle, nor giving it a time penalty, could stop it from absolutely dominating the competition.\n And the man who owned this god-tier car was someone whom many people considered to be a madman in his own right. Wearing a black ski mask to hide his identity, this man commanded his beast to crush all opposition, and he was merciless when it came to putting other cars to shame.\n This man was “Ghost,” the infamous drag racer from Lakeshire Town whom The Black Phantom called its master. Though those who knew his identity simply called him Lloyd.\n Lloyd Santello, the normally timid and humble Actuary who worked what one would call a boring salaried position, was a different man whenever he assumed the identity of Ghost. Though he was not obnoxious nor egotistical in this new alter ego, he displayed a fearlessness and calm and cool demeanor that didn’t bow down to any competition who would dare challenge him. Granted, whenever he won a race, he never gloated nor put down his competition – opting to shake their hand and ask about their ride and what kind of set-up they ran underneath the hood. He’d even offer tips to improve those all-important horsepower numbers, that way the losers could have a chance at redeeming themselves and build even crazier set-ups just like his own.\n It was this honorable and gentlemanly behavior that earned Ghost many followers and fans, many of whom shouted and cheered whenever he got on the strip. He even had plenty of female admirers who would love the chance to get even closer to the man and his car.\n But sadly for those women, Lloyd, aka Ghost, was already taken. But his partner was not human, and it just so happened to be a pheromone-emitting fire salamander who always rode shotgun whenever her partner went on the strip. Known as “Bloody Mary” to her fans, Maryanne was Lloyd’s Salazzle PokĂ©mon Partner and his main companion. She too also became famous as she would often stick her head out of the car whenever Ghost drove the car, spitting fire out of her mouth as she felt the wind hit her face from the car going so fast. Needless to say, Maryanne, the Salazzle loved riding with her trainer, making sure to keep him company whenever the two went out in races.\n But Maryanne did more than just keep her trainer company. Despite her being a PokĂ©mon, she was good with a wrench too, and would often join Lloyd in the repair work for their car or in any modifications that were needed. Though she initially knew next to nothing about tools and cars when the two first met, she was an amazing learner and quickly picked up the skills needed to start wrenching like a master mechanic. Though Lloyd took care of the more delicate procedures and repair work, he let Mary work on the less intensive work, like jacking up the car to work on the brakes, the suspension, and even some areas in the engine bay. The two worked together whenever they got to work on their precious vehicle, and they both worked in unison, like a well-oiled machine to take good care of their machine.\n To most people, it was incredible to see a PokĂ©mon work alongside Lloyd like this, and none were more surprised to see the Salazzle get to work than Lloyd’s entourage.\n Jason Kitchener and Justin Solis were also present with Lloyd, along with their partners Camilla the Blaziken and Lillia the Gardevoir, respectively. Though Camilla and Lillia weren’t as engaged in mechanical work as Mary was with her trainer’s car, the two still supported their respective masters and cheered them on whenever they went to the strip, evening joining Jason and Justin whenever they raced.\n Lloyd and Mary came back to the resting pit of the racetrack area to do some minor maintenance before their next race. And it was here that the friends and their PokĂ©mon began to discuss things.\n “Damn, Ghost, that last run you did was impressive. I think you beat your record with that one,” Justin said with amazement.\n “Impressive?! Fuhgeddaboudit! Pal, I’ve seen this nutso car defeat super-fast PokĂ©mon with its speed!” Jason added, throwing in his Unova-New Yorker accent. “This car makes my car look like a grocery-getter. And I beat a lot of people already.”\n “Yeah, sure, dummy. You beat a lot of folks until you got left behind in the dust by a car pushing an eight-second run!” Camilla chided, though in truth she was the one who was sore over losing.\n “Well, at least you made it to the quarter-finals, man,” Justin tried to cheer up. “I mean, I got beaten one level before you. You really made some super impressive upgrades to your ride, lately. You’d practically leave me in the dust if we raced.”\n In truth, Jason’s red Charger Hellcat Redeye had been supped up to the max, pushing speeds that he never thought would be possible. The man in burgundy clothes twin-charged his car, just like how Justin and Ghost did to theirs. But though he had even more horsepower than Justin Shelby Mustang, he was still nowhere close to maxing out to Ghost’s monstrosity.\n Lloyd hadn’t been sitting idly by. He tuned up his car to be even faster, pushing damn near close to sixteen hundred horsepower, the exact number being 1,579 stomping ponies worth of pure speed. And yet his car still happened to be street legal. It was incredible that Lloyd was able to push his car to be as powerful as a Bugatti Chiron, but the madman in the black ski mask had done it. His secret was simple, adding another turbo. Not only was his car twin-charged but also twin-turbo-charged, making a monstrous amount of horsepower that literally made the pavement rumble underneath the tires. And the howling noise underneath the hood from both turbo and superchargers was pure ear candy.\n But there was one competitor who might give Ghost’s car a run for his money, and it was a car that was a beast all in itself. This car was a Toyota Supra, Mark IV, with a 2JZ engine underneath the hood. Yet the car was far from stock, running not only a turbocharged setup but also running nitrous oxide. It was a purple-wrapped car with all sorts of profane stickers on it – a sign that its owner was far from humble. And Lloyd only knew this about his car because the loudmouth wouldn’t shut up over how powerful his ride was.\n The man in question was a guy named Philip Frazier, or as he was also known as “Phenomenal Phil.” Or, at the very least, that was what the guy parroted out loud. And Phil was about as big of a meathead as they came, openly mocking other drivers who lost to him and putting them down for having a much less powerful setup than his own.\n And Phil just so handed to pull-up next to Ghost and the Black Phantom, revving the 2JZ engine, powered by an ABFlug conversion kit that pushed the car to already impressive levels of power at over 800. But when he hit the red button to send the NOS into his engine, his car roared down the track with almost fourteen hundred horsepower, the real number being 1,398 blistering ponies. And the man was vocal over his ride as he pulled up with his own large posse of supporters.\n “Hey, here’s looking at you, Ghost. I hear that you’re the punk to beat for the spot at the championship,” Phil said as he poked his head out of his window, wearing black shades as he smiled deviously at the man in the ski mask.\n “I wouldn’t go as far as to call myself a punk, but I do admit I got a cool set-up here,” Lloyd said humbly.\n At this, Phil revved his engine, causing the back tires to screech and do a burnout. Mary, though, didn’t take the noise too lightly, sticking her tongue out viciously as she waited for the man to say something so she could go ballistic on him for insulting her man.\n “Yeah, it’s cool alright
 but my ride makes this fat ass car look like a hot turd,” Phil replied, with posse letting out Oohs and Aahs at the insult.\n Mary was just about to pounce on the car and burn the vinyl wrap on it to teach him a lesson, but Ghost grabbed her before she could do something to him and get them in trouble.\n “Watch what you say, man. My girl here thinks that you’re trouble with them fighting words,” Ghost replied. “And if it’s a fight you want, then it’s a fight that you’re gonna get as we race. We’ll see who has the better and faster ride. But one thing will never change
” He then let Mary go as he walked up to the Supra and knocked on the hood of the car. “What are you compensating for here? Can’t keep a good date without resorting to a fast car?”\n The posse groaned as the man gave his jab, with Phil looking red-faced at Ghost for the insult to his honor.\n “Watch this, Ghost, I’mma leave your punk ass car in my dust! And then we’ll see who’s got the little dick then!” he shouted.\n Ghost turned around and got in his car, with Justin, Jason, and their pokĂ©mon turning away as the two drivers drove up to the entrance of the strip. Mary was already inside her master’s car, with her already having her racing helmet on – one custom-made to fit her head. All the while Justin and Jason looked on with anticipation, wondering if their pal was going to come out on top or be defeated.\n The two cars drove up the strip, stopping before the “Christmas Tree” lights that signal them to go. At this, the announcer gave the info.\n “Ladies and Gentlemen. The moment you’ve all been waiting for. “The Black Phantom” will now be taking on the “Super Saiyan Supra” for the chance to win the title of Daegar’s fastest ride. Will Ghost, the owner of the Phantom live up to his legacy? Or will Phenomenal Phil give him the taste of defeat? All will be revealed once the light goes green.”\n It was now all or nothing for the race ahead, and all would be decided once the tree lit up.\n The two cars lined up in front of the lights, waiting with anticipation for the green light to turn on. The two cars were already revving their engines, with the obvious difference in engines being apparent. It was a huge V8 engine versus a smaller but spunky Inline 6. And it was a large cruiser of a car going up against a smaller, lighter shell. Power and weight would be the key between these two contenders, and no one was certain as to who would come out on top.\n The light turned green, and the air was filled with the roaring noise of engines revving to the moon. Ghost took the lead initially, stomping on the accelerator to shoot his car with so much force that the G-force pushed him and Mary deep into their seats. Not far behind was the Super Saiyan Supra, with the smaller car lagging. But one hit of a button later, and with green flames shooting out the car’s tailpipe, the Supra blazed forward and caught up to the Challenger.\n The two cars were neck and neck at first, with the difference in power and weight very much being evident. But with another dose of NOS, the Supra sprinted forward, overtaking the Challenger.\n The two cars passed the finish line, The Black Phantom clocking at 7.98 seconds. The Super Saiyan Supra, meanwhile, made an incredible 7.01, almost going to sub-seven-second numbers.\n With his car beat, Lloyd opened his parachute and slowly pressed on the brakes. For a moment, the man was a bit bummed out, seeing the at he had just lost for the first time in a long while. For sure he was going to get clowned on by Phil and his posse. In the end, though, he steeled himself for the laughter he was going to receive, deciding against being bitter and instead humbly taking his licks.\n But something was very wrong with the Supra. Though the chute was deployed the car refused to stop. Inside his car, Phil was frantically pulling the kill switch to turn his car off, but the NOS system had jammed and was continuously injecting NOS into his engine. The car refused to shut down, and the car just would not stop. As he was approaching dangerously fast speeds, he found himself unable to control his car even with the chute.\n In an instant, the car swerved and streaked across the side of the strip, hoping that the friction would be useful in slowing it down. But though it did slow initially, the car proved too out of control to be able to stop completely. Suddenly, the car swerved to its side, the sheer momentum throwing the car to its side as the momentum carried it forward, toppling it and flipping it around as it at last began to slow down. Soon, the now crippled Supra was in a heap in the middle of the strip, unmoving as it dangerously caught on fire around its engine bay.\n At this moment, the Black Phantom stopped next to the car, with Lloyd and Mary hopping out and dashing forward, with Lloyd carrying his fire extinguisher. He did his best to put out the engine fire, the motor still going strong even as the engine bay was lit ablaze. With nothing left to do, Lloyd began to tug at the crumpled door that was on Phil’s side, but the door was wedged shut at the hinge. Without wasting a second, Mary shot out flames from her mouth as a means of melting the hinge and making it able to bend – the Salazzle wishing that she were water type instead for this moment.\n With the hinge at last bending out of shape, Lloyd managed to pull the door loose, the body of Phil drooping over as the man looked unconscious. With this, Lloyd grabbed his knife and cut away at the straps holding Phil’s body to the car. The Engine was now revving even louder, reaching a point where it could explode at any second. But with one huge effort, Lloyd and Mary yanked the unconscious man out of his car, dragging his body across the strip and as far away from the flaming, over-revving car as they could. Realizing that it was about to blow, the two dragged Phil to the other side of the Phantom, the black car serving as a shield for its masters.\n The Supra exploded in a great ball of fire, the engine at long last giving out. Shrapnel was sent all over the place, with metal chunks flying above Lloyd and Mary’s heads as they ducked behind their car, with car parts whizzing as the Supra finally gave its last.\n But not all was said and done. Lloyd checked Phil’s pulse by placing two fingers on his neck, and though he was still alive he was barely clinging to life.\n “Come on, Phil, stay with me!” Lloyd cried out as he attempted to resuscitate the man. “I know that you’re a piece of work, but I don’t want you dying on me, you hear?!”\n Seeing the man losing his life, Maryanne came forward and pressed her lips against Phil’s mouth, breathing her pheromones-filled breath into him as a means of keeping him alive and alert. Suddenly, Phil gasped, breathing heavily at last. He opened his eyes slowly to eye the ski mask-wearing man and Salazzle tending to him. The pheromones in her breath left him feeling hazy, though they were perfect to help relieve the agony he would feel otherwise. With this, Phil rasped the words:\n “Heh
 told you I’d win
”\n Lloyd nodded his head, agreeing with him slightly.\n “You won. I’m the punk now,” Ghost admitted humbly. “But at what cost? Winning isn’t worth your life, man.”\n *Cough* “I guess
 I guess
 that’s the way of the game, Ghost. We never know when
 *cough* we end up fucking up
 till it’s too late
”\n At this, Ghost smiled under the mask. He decided it would be good to make a friend out of this man.\n “Call me Lloyd, Phil,” Ghost said as he lifted his mask, showing his face to the ailing man. “Lloyd Santello. If you ever recover, man, I’d love to race you again. Though hopefully, next time you’ll build a safer setup.”\n At this, the great “Phenomenal Phil” was taken about by Ghost’s, or rather Lloyd’s, sincerity. Weakly but sincerely, Phil returned a smile, saying:\n “Hehe
 damn straight, Lloyd. Let’s go race another time.”\n At this point, the paramedics and the firefighters showed up, the car being put out with hoses and PokĂ©mon water types as Phil was gently placed on a stretcher. The man was carried off into the ambulance truck before he was rushed off to the hospital in Serenity Cove. At this, Lloyd and Maryanne stood up to see the wreck of the Supra before them. It was incredible to think that the man survived such a catastrophic crash as the car lay in a crumpled heap before them. But, in the end, he wouldn’t have lived through the blaze and the explosion had Lloyd and Mary not rushed over to save him.\n At this, Justin and Jason’s cars pulled up, and the two friends with PokĂ©mon in tow rushed out to see what the hell happened.\n “Holy shit! Lloyd!” Jason cried out in shock. “Are you okay, man? We saw what went down from the line. I can’t believe you risked your hide to save that dude!”\n “You did good work, Lloyd,” Justin congratulated. “If you and Mary hadn’t stepped in, Phil would have been burnt to a crisp at this point. It was risky, but you saved him.”\n At this, Camilla and Lillia walked up to Mary, the Blaziken and Gardevoir being just as astonished as their trainers at what she and her trainer had done.\n “Damn, girl, you and Lloyd are nuts!” Camilla cried out. “But then again, that buddy might not be around anymore if you two didn’t do what you just did.”\n “It was a commendable deed,” Lilla acknowledged. “You saved the life of a man, even if his personality left much to be desired. But nobody deserves death, even if they are haughty.”\n Maryanne smiled at her friends.\n “Well, I ain’t about to let Phil die on me. I kissed the lout with my pheromones to wake him up and keep his pain in check. I hope he doesn’t mind feeling through the roof right now,” Maryanne mused. “But Lloyd and I are simply happy to help out. Phil may be a loudmouthed prick, but he didn’t deserve to go out in a blaze like that.”\n With this, the friends and their pokĂ©mon got back to their cars and drove back to the starting line. Lloyd had already checked the Phantom for any signs of damage, and while there were some dents and scrapes from being hit by shrapnel, the car survived the explosion. It would need to be taken to a body shop to iron out the indentations, but the car protected her masters well. And with its own engine completely intact, it would live to race another day.\n When Lloyd and company arrived at the strip and stepped out of his car, he was immediately greeted by the sound of people cheering him on, with people whistling and howling in applause as they cheered for his marvelous work. They saw a selfless man risk his own life for the sake of another, and his legacy would be cemented amongst the racing community as a hero. Were it not for him and Mary, then Phenomenal Phil wouldn’t have lived to race another day.\n The DAHRL officials walked up to Lloyd, seeing that he no longer had his mask on, and congratulated him for doing such a selfless deed.\n “That was some damn good heroic stuff you did, Ghost,” said Marcus Branford, the executive in charge of the Serenity Cove DAHRL Drag Strip. “I’ve seen plenty of cars getting wrecked in my time, but they usually didn’t end well for the driver. But you saved Phil without a second thought!” Marcus then announced something that caught Ghost off guard. “Even though Phil won despite him wrecking his car, he’s not eligible anymore to receive first place. I believe that honor deserves to go to you, Ghost.”\n But Lloyd was not happy with this decision.\n “I came in second place, Marcus. In reality, Phil is the one who deserves the award, not me.”\n “Well, I wish I could give the man the reward, but the rules state that the car has to remain intact and not crash to be eligible for the prize,” explained Marcus. “I’m sorry, but those are DAHRL’s rules for you. I can’t change them even if I wanted to.”\n At this, Lloyd was rather upset with the decision, feeling that he had won the trophy illegitimately. But at the same time, he couldn’t force a rule change even if he wanted to, so all he could do was wait until the competition was finished, the man no longer wearing his ski mask as he walked up to the winner’s podium alongside Maryanne to receive his prize. But even Mary knew that the trophy that she and her man won didn’t belong to them, the Salazzle only smiling half-heartedly as she held the trophy alongside Lloyd.\n With the competition now over, Lloyd, Mary, and their friends left the venue in the hopes of enjoying the rest of their time in Serenity Cove. The three cars sped off from the drag strip, though not far – making it only to the nearby beaches. Once out of their car, the three pals and their PokĂ©mon partners made their way for the sandy shores, where they met up with two of their other friends – Saria Price and her Greninja Razor, as well as Rosemary Thompson and her Inteleon Dante. The two girls were lying down on beach chairs while their males applied sunscreen to their bodies – the Greninja and Inteleon happy as could be to cop a feel on their partners while applying the lotion.\n The redhead and the ginger lifted their heads, seeing Lloyd and company approach, with Saria especially curious as to what had happened.\n “Hey there, fellahs. How’d the race go?” Saria asked.\n “Yeah, loves, how was the race? Knocked some socks off and won anything?” Rose added.\n Judging from the gold trophy that Lloyd and Maryanne had with them, it was evident what they managed to achieve.\n “We won
 on a technicality, at least,” replied Lloyd rather glumly.\n “Oh, what’s the matter, mate? Why sound so knickered over the win?” asked Dante.\n “Yeah. I mean, a win is a win, so why not be happy about it?” added Razor.\n At this, Justin and Jason came forward, boasting the same despondent looks.\n “Well, wait until you hear the whole story,” said Jason.\n “And what a damn good story it is,” said Justin.\n The three men went on to explain what happened, how Lloyd lost to the cocky Phenomenal Phil, but that the Supra he was driving lost control, smacked into a wall, and then flipped around before catching on fire. It was then that Lloyd and Maryanne sprung into action and rescued Phil from the destroyed and flaming wreck, dragging him away from his car before the thing exploded in a ball of fire. Phil was taken to the hospital, and afterward, Lloyd was heralded as the winner of the event – hence his note of him winning on a “technicality” since DAHRL rules stated that no cars could crash during or after the race to be eligible for the prize.\n After hearing that the car crashed and burned before exploding during the final race, Saria, Rose, and the two blue PokĂ©mon were left flabbergasted.\n “Blooming bollocks!” exclaimed Dante. “No wonder why I heard what sounded like an explosion out in the distance.”\n “Dang, that sounded nuts!” added Razor.\n “Oh, Lloyd, I hope you weren’t hurt or anything while rescuing Phil,” worried Saria.\n “I hope that that chap Phil is doing well. No wonder you said you won off of a technicality,” said Rosemary with worry for Phil.\n “Well, Phil will be fine. I kissed the man with my pheromones so he wouldn’t be in too much pain,” explained Maryanne. “He should still be over the moon with what I did to him.”\n “I bet all sorts of men out there might be jealous of that, gre heh,” Razor teased.\n “Not my man!” exclaimed Camilla. “I’ll conk this dummy into oblivion if he thinks of getting coy with other PokĂ©mon. Uh, no offense, Mary,” she apologized in the end.\n “Oh, no worries, girl. After all, I only got eyes for Lloyd here.”\n At this, Lillia the Gardevoir walked forward, wearing a straw hat and a pink blouse.\n “In any case, let us enjoy our time here at the beach,” Lillia offered. “I want to spend some time here admiring the ocean, playing in the sand, and even go splashing about with you all.”\n “Hehe, I like that idea!” Justin agreed. “Come on, gang! Let’s go have a blast!”\n With this call to have fun, the whole gang headed out to the sea to spend time with each other. The sea was calling them to splash around and have fun – and even the fire types like Camilla and Maryanne were having a blast in the water. Rose and Dante got to building a sand castle next to the waves alongside the help of Saria and Razor, the water types getting along for once and helping the girls build a castle with buckets and shovels. Though a childish endeavor, the castle they ended up building was anything but ordinary.\n As for Camilla, Lillia, and Rosemary, the three girls joined their male trainers in splashing and swimming about in the water, with even brutish Justin being toppled over by the size and power of the crashing waves. But when one wave proved to be too large the others dashed back before they too could get knocked over. It was all fun and games, of course – at least until a huge wave came over and crashed against the beach, carrying the six partners along with it.\n The six were deposited right next to Saria and Rose’s sand castle, the wave strong enough to reach them as the castle on the beach head and left a massacre in its wake, causing the castle to wilt and topple over. To say Dante was fuming would be an understatement as Jason lay in front of the castle, with the Inteleon hurling insults at the waves for ruining all of his and his friends’ hard work. Razor, though, was much more amused, seeing his fellow water type get so worked up. All the while, Rose and Saria laughed at both the six friends lying strewn on the water line and the Inteleon insulting the ocean’s mother, a happy time if ever there was one.\n In the end, all the friends got a good laugh at their time the beach, and soon everyone tired of the shenanigans and headed away for their cars, drying themselves off as best as they could before heading to the hotel in Serenity Cove proper and taking a load off. All of the friends got into their cars, and they sped off to the city skyline that was not too far off. \n “The Miami of Daegar” as it was called, Serenity Cove was a large city that was as bustling as could be, with a famous antiquated Colonial District that was next to a cliffside with old-timey houses and buildings – the Old District, as it was also called. It was a place steeped in history and one that served to showcase the times long past from Daegar’s history. And though a new port was built next to the Colonial District, away from the pristine beaches and the glamor of the nightlife, it still served as a reminder of days gone that people still enjoyed visiting.\n The friends had already visited the Old District many times to go on walkabouts and tours – especially when hearing the tale of Captain Maxwell Farstrider and his many adventures across the ocean. The man’s image himself was showcased in bronze, a statute that looked at the sea to showcase his love for the high tides and the open waters. Hearing about the grizzled sea captain even proved an inspiration to many of Serenity Cove’s residents, with most of the people of the city working directly for jobs related to the port and the ocean, or jobs that were affected by it.\n Seafood and trade were the two main industries of Serenity Cove, the biggest industries with Tourism coming at a strong third place. And though the city was not completely nice all over – what with the notorious Reds District full of hoodlums who were often causing trouble – it was still a nice place to visit and perhaps even live in. Then again, some of the homes were a bit on the pricey side.\n With this in mind, the friends parked their cars inside the parking structure that was next to the Serenity Shores Inn, a fancy hotel that was right next to the pier and boardwalk. Though a pricey place to stay, the friends could more than afford it – and every PokĂ©phile couple had a room to themselves. This removed any uncomfortableness and even added privacy for more
 frisky activities.\n Lloyd and Maryanne entered their suite, the two going for the bathroom to dry themselves off and to remove any soggy clothes on them. With this, Lloyd hit the shower to prepare himself for tonight. He and his friends were heading off to get some chow in the downtown district of Serenity Cove, with the friends hoping to dine on some fine seafood – which the city was famous for. Mary, for one, couldn’t wait to spend even more time with her man, hoping that she could reward him for having won the racing tournament and for having rescued Phil so heroically.\n Soon, Lloyd stepped out of the shower, though what was surprising was that he did so in the buff, his naked body present for Maryanne to see. To say that the Salazzle had been caught off guard would be an understatement, with her looking at his mesomorphic and well-fit frame. He wasn’t too muscular, but he boasted a body that still looked handsome in its natural form. And Mary almost wanted to come off of her seat on the bed and lunge for him to have sex with him there and now. But she held herself back, instead going for teasing him instead.\n “Wow, you sure do have a good body on you, babe,” Mary catcalled. “I’d like to fuck you right now if we had time, you handsome piece of meat.”\n “Maybe after we come back from our restaurant outing, babe,” Lloyd reminded her. He then went for his suitcase and pulled out some boxers, which he put on to hide away his firm ass and his front-facing junk. “We got a whole city to explore, and we got friends who’d like to see it all as well. Not to mention that I want to see Phil at the hospital before we decide to head on out of here.”\n “Oh, that lug-head?” Mary wondered. “Yeah, I guess it’d be good to head over there to give him the trophy that he won. But until then, we got a lot of the city to explore, food to eat, and a bedroom here to make sweet love in.”\n Lloyd gulped as he heard that last part. It was becoming clear to him that Maryanne was getting lusty, and once that happened there would be no way of slowing her down until her needs were satisfied. But as he put on a dress shirt, his pants, and some nice black dress shoes, he wondered as to what he, his partner, and the rest of his friends could do.\n In truth, coming to Serenity Cove was a refreshing change of scenery, especially with the drama that was continuously happening with the War For PokĂ©philia. Serenity Cove, for one, declared itself a haven for all sorts of Pokephiles, and it was regarded as one of the safest cities in all of Daeger for the PokĂ©philia Community, and one of the safest cities in general. There were no riots, nor protests, bombings, pokĂ©mon battles, or even shootings concerning the cause. And Team Shroud didn’t have so much as a foothold within this beautiful, progressive city. The people of this city understood that PokĂ©philia was a choice and that people were free to love and treat their pokĂ©mon however they wanted. They weren’t just mindless monsters used in battles. They too deserved love and attention, and they deserved to be given the best care and loving embrace for all their hard work.\n For Lloyd, it was a refreshing sight to see, the fact that people like him were welcomed here. The only things keeping him from moving to this place were the sky-high property prices – which were easily triple that of the modest homes of Lakeshire Town – and the fact that he had already developed roots within the old lakeside town. He didn’t want to abandon his friends, as even though he had roots in Paldea, he still viewed Lakeshire Town as his true home.\n With this in mind, Lloyd put on his black blazer jacket and some spritz of cologne before and Maryanne headed out of the room to meet up with their friends. For one, the others were already outside in the hallway, and once regrouped the five friends and their pokĂ©mon headed downstairs to the parking lot to go to the spot where they hoped to dine. Not wanting to take all their vehicles, only three cars were used to take the friends to the downtown district. Lloyd and Maryanne took the Black Phantom with them alone; the car had no backseats to make room for the roll cage, and they didn’t fit in the already packed cars of their friends.\n The three powerful vehicles rumbled along to the downtown district, with the Phantom trailing behind them as its huge, rumbling engine was sure to attract a lot of people’s attention. The friends parked at the parking at a restaurant that was named “The Krusty Krabby” – a place within the Serenity Cove Old District pier and marina. Hoping off, the gang could already smell delicious seafood wafting up from the air. The friends didn’t have to wait long, since they had already booked reservations in advance. The restaurant waiter greeted them as they entered, looked at their reservations on the system, and brought them toward a large banquet table that was in the back.\n An entire feast of food was ordered for everyone, with mountains of seafood being brought to them in the form of soups, pasta, and a-la-carte. The pokĂ©mon especially were tucking into the delicious bounty, hoping to celebrate their time together by sharing the huge meal, all while booze was served in glasses of wine and bottles of beer. But Lloyd didn’t partake in the alcohol, given that he had a deep-seated repulsion for alcohol and what it did to the body. He never liked getting drunk, and he would even warn his friends about the dangers of getting too loaded and driving drunk.\n This, of course, was met with a mix of opinions; some friends agreed, while others scoffed.\n “Come on, pal, this is booze we’re talking about!” rebuffed Jason. “We came to a fine restaurant for some fine food! It’s not like we shouldn’t partake in a bit of fun.”\n “Dummy, if you get too drunk, you won’t be able to drive,” Camilla chided. “Then, it’ll be up to Justin to drive your ass back to the hotel. I know that he won’t drink too much.”\n “I don’t know about that, Camilla,” Justin warned. “I might have had too much to drink already. I might need to walk it off for a bit.”\n “You haven’t drunk too much, Master,” Lillia noticed. “What you are feeling is because of having consumed so much food. I believe the term for this is called a
 um, ‘food coma.’”\n “I kinda grubbed a bit too much, too,” said Razor as he leaned back in his seat. “This meal was delicious. I haven’t had seafood this fresh in a long while.”\n “My native Galar has its works cut out for it,” Rosemary quipped. “This food might just rival the meals they serve over in Hulbury.”\n “What? A Yankee restaurant out-beating our native Galar? Sacrilege!” Dante cried out. But after having finished his meal and still feeling up for more, he decided not to step further into hypocrisy. “Well, for a bunch of Yanks, this meal is still the bee’s knees, I must say.”\n “Well, if you guys would like, we can go for a walk here on the pier. The sea looks lovely at this hour, and we can use it to walk off our stuffed bellies and drunkenness.”\n Lloyd and Mary looked at each other and their friends, agreeing to do so. With this then came the matter of paying for the food. Thankfully, the restaurant allowed the friends to split the bill multiple ways, and the three men paid for everyone’s meals like the true gentlemen they were. With the food cost settled, the friends walked out of the restaurant before walking toward the pier.\n The Serenity Cove Old District Pier was a historical area of days gone by, where sailors came to dock their boats to offload cargo and their catch of the day. It was steeped with history, with many a sailor having walked the many planks to sail across the cruel waves of the sea. And every time they headed out into the open water it was uncertain as to whether they’d come back home. Many a famous sailor and sea captain made their name here in the cove, with the Daegar navy even having a base that was several miles north of the dockyard and housed the vast fleet of Daegar’s naval military.\n Among Serenity Cove’s many famous sons was none other than Maxwell Farstrider, a former Navy ship captain who came to sail his own ship – the S.S. Farstrider. Max was a well-known folk hero, one who was known to have never shown fear of the open waters and the many beasts that called it home. He even had two sons, James and Jacob Farstrider, who would follow along in their father’s legacy of traversing the open waves and sailing to the unknown.\n The boat captain stood immortalized in bronze, looking out to the open waters alongside his Floatzel PokĂ©mon partner, a male who had been his partner for as long as he could remember. In the end, though he faced many dangerous endeavors and was almost lost to the sea multiple times, Maxwell lived long enough to make it to old age, dying just a few days after the turn of the millennia at the incredible age of one hundred and four years old. He was one of the last people in the world who had lived through the Nineteenth, Twentieth, and Twenty-first centuries, a feat that few people in the world were able to achieve. And on his passing, a memorial statue was erected in his honor, hoping to remind the people of the man he was.\n For his part, Lloyd admired Captain Maxwell and his adventures. The man was truly larger than life and an inspiration for generations. And though he was a landlubber, Lloyd could feel himself to be a kindred spirit to the boat captain. Surprisingly enough, though he mostly drove a ship, Max was also known for driving fast cars whenever he was back on shore. Granted, the beasts the man drove were a far cry from the monsters of today with huge horsepower numbers, but he put a lot of effort into maintaining his rides; the only things that he gave more attention to were his boats and his family.\n Indeed, Max was not only a famous boat captain but also a pioneer in the car tuning industry. He was one of the first people to put a supercharger on old cars, and his cars almost always beat the competition. This fact alone was enough for Lloyd to look at Captain Maxwell with a gleam in his eyes. To think that such a great man had existed was truly mesmerizing. And hearing of his exploits both on land and sea made for great mental imagery.\n After spending a good hour on the pier, admiring the waves, walking to browse the nearby souvenir shops, and even admiring the fishermen and women as they tried to catch fish by the pier, the friends called it an evening and made their way back to their hotel. Once again, the Black Phantom rumbled to life down the many streets of Serenity Cove, a car that Captain Maxwell could only dream of having owned – or so Lloyd figured. And now back in the hotel, he and Maryanne went to their room to take a load off – and for Mary to commence getting a load off of her partner.\n With this, Lloyd began to take his clothes off, looking at the lusty eyes of Mary as she looked back at him with sultry intent. He was looking forward to seeing what she would do to him this time – though undoubtedly it would involve her giving him a feeling that was out of this world. With him now completely naked, Lloyd climbed onto the bed and lay his head down on the pillow, his front facing upward as Mary approached. \n The Salazzle climbed on top of her human lover slowly, like a prowling predator who was looking at her prize. Once on top of him, her purple eyes looked down at her human prey, the love salamander licking her lips as she pinned him down with her lightweight body. The Salazzle came up to Lloyd with two handcuffs, one for each of his arms as he would be chained to each corner of the bed.\n “Do we have to use those things?” Lloyd complained, still not having gotten used to the feeling of being bound. Yet he still raised his arms and allowed for his lover to chain him to the corners. “This feels so freaky still. I hope that you understand how much trust I’m putting in you, Mary.”\n “Oh, don’t worry about a thing, Lloyd sugar,” Mary replied. “I’m not going to do anything to you that you wouldn’t want. But I will say this: you belong to me now tonight.” And with that, the salamander once again licked her lips, smiling as she leaned her head on top of his. “Oh, Lloyd baby, I love having you under my whim. I can’t think of anything else besides wanting to make you my personal toy. I just love it when you submit to me. And I want to reward you for being such a good boy.”\n With this, Mary leaned forward and opened her mouth, the Salazzle breathing out a puff of pheromones that filled Lloyd’s nostrils. The man immediately calmed down, feeling a wave of intense pleasure wash over him. His face blushed as he felt himself start to submit to his pokĂ©mon’s whim, his desire becoming his own as his penis became erect from the puff of sex pheromones that were blown on his face. As for Mary, she decided to get things started with their little escapade.\n Mary bent down and kissed Lloyd on the mouth, exhaling even more pheromones from her breath as she gave her lover the time of his life. Slowly but steadily, Lloyd began to submit to his mistress in mind and body, his mind filling with the desire to have passionate sex with her. And the man almost lost his senses as he was consumed by desire. He didn’t know where he was or what was happening to him, but he was happy to be in his mistress’ embrace. As Mary continued to kiss him, she released even more of her pheromones until Lloyd was close to falling unconscious from the sheer volume of the pleasant-smelling fumes.\n Maryanne continued to kiss Lloyd as she reached down to his crotch, grabbed hold of his cock – which was already starting to leak precum – and began stroking his length. The cum served as the perfect lubricant for Mary to stroke his length, the man moaning as he felt his long member being touched by the Salazzle’s tender hands. Up and down her hand went, applying a strong grip on him as she stroked, not letting up for even a moment as she continued to pleasure her lover. And poor Lloyd could only go along for the ride, feeling his cock being squeezed and stroked for all it was worth.\n After a while of stroking and breathing pheromones, Lloyd was beginning to feel his orgasm being imminent. But before he could blow his load, Maryanne stopped stroking him, giving him a chance to catch his breath before would let his semen go to waste. At this, Mary pulled off of his mouth as she repositioned herself, her body sitting upright on top of his midsection. It was now time to get on with the rest of their session, so she mused.\n “I hope that you’re having a good time right now, Lloyd, ‘cause I’m about to go even harder on you,” Mary assured.\n But poor Lloyd was too lost to his pleasure to be able to reply. All he could do was look on at his partner looming over him, his cock pulsating as she sat in front of his member. Without wasting any more time, Maryanne lifted herself a tad and aligned her entrance with his raging boner. She slowly began to lower herself, feeling the tip of his member penetrate her hole as she went down even more and more. The feeling of being penetrated was lovely of Mary, with her not having gotten some of this action in a long while.\n To the Salazzle, it was refreshing to feel her lover’s dick penetrate her love canal. She wanted a moment like this so badly – with the fire lizard not having gotten any from her partner in a good while. But all of that would change as she lowered herself even more and more onto his raging boner. She could feel how warm his cock was inside her vaginal canal, all while a tingle went up her spine as a result of the intense pleasure she was feeling. She adored this feeling very much, and she wanted to bury his entire length inside of her, as much as she could stuff.\n As Maryanne lowered herself more and more onto Lloyd, the man could feel the intense warmth of his lover’s pussy and just how tightly she squeezed him. The pheromones had already been put through the wringer, and his body too would also have to withstand the force of her tight snatch. But with his hands cuffed to the bed, there was no way for him to do anything other than go along for the ride of a lifetime. He could only grip the bed sheets with his hands as his PokĂ©mon partner did all the work.\n With Lloyd’s cock deeply embedded into her snatch, Mary began to hop up and down onto her lover’s snatch. Her pussy rubbed all along Lloyd’s length, squeezing him hard as she rose and fell into his pelvis. She didn’t take things fast immediately, but she would build up to that moment so that her partner wouldn’t cum too quickly before she had the chance to give herself a good time. And a good time was precisely what Mary was feeling, with Lloyd’s cock stretching her out all along her depths as she penetrated herself over and over again.\n But after five minutes of taking it easy, Mary decided to up the pace of her riding. She began riding Lloyd even harder than before, her ass slapping down on his pelvis as Lloyd was left reeling from the insane amount of pleasure that he got from his partner. And yet, despite the sheer rapture he was feeling, Mary’s pheromones kept him from blowing his load then and there. His sexual stamina had increased as he was able to withstand the beating that his lover was giving him. And he loved every moment of it as his foggy head was becoming even more lost to the passion of his lover. His mind was coming apart as he felt the pheromones do their trick.\n “Having a good time, Lloyd baby?” Mary asked her partner cheekily. \n Lloyd only nodded his head, his mind just coherent enough to reply to her with a nonverbal cue.\n “Good, because I’m far from done with you, honey. I’m going to scramble your brains so hard that you won’t ever come back to normal for a long while.”\n And with this declaration, Mary leaned on him and pressed her mouth onto his lips again, breathing another luff of pheromones-filled gas into his lungs. At this, Lloyd lost himself completely, the poor man falling still as he became so lost that he didn’t know what was happening around him. His cheeks were flushed red, and somehow his cock became even harder, all while his desire began to mount even more. His heart burned with vigor as he felt his sex drive increased to levels that had never felt before, and he desperately wanted to break from his cuffs to grab into Mary so he could grab her ass and slam her even harder onto his cock.\n All Lloyd could do, though, was thrust his pelvis upward, matching his thrusts with the downward rides of Maryanne, the two colliding with even more force as their pelvises connected with a loud slap. Their minds were filled to the brim with sexual passion, the two hoping that this moment would never end. Lloyd, in his sex-crazed fever dream, wanted to have sex with his partner forever. He wanted her to ride his cock with gusto, squeezing his dick with even more force as he continued to secrete precum into her vaginal canal.\n But all good things must come to an end, sadly. Lloyd was nearing the end of his rope, as was Mary. His cock was pulsating even harder as Mary’s pussy pulsated with even more fervor. Her snatch was even growing in warmth, becoming unbearable due to her inner fire starting to well up inside. She was riding Lloyd’s cock hard, making sure that she could both him and her the most mind-numbing orgasm of their lives.\n And when said orgasm came, the two were rocked so hard that neither one of them knew what was around them.\n Mary’s pussy at last began to convulse, caving in on itself as she milked her lover’s cock hard. Her contractions then caused Lloyd to gush from his tip, excreting all the semen he had pent up inside of him and bathing her innards with white, hot, and sticky human sperm. For poor Lloyd, his mind was shot up to the sky, unable to withstand the force of his orgasmic rapture as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body became limp. He didn’t utter a single word as his mind was sent to oblivion, his final thoughts being on how Mary had managed to get him to cum so hard, and how pleasing it was to do it with such an astounding partner.\n Mary, too, was also rocked by her orgasmic release. Though nowhere near as strong as Lloyd’s, her high proved too much as she felt her pussy contract and her lover gush with cum inside her most intimate areas. With her eyes closed and her body going limp, she began to lean forward before she collapsed on top of Lloyd’s chest, the two breathing in unison as they tried to regain some sense of cohesion in their thoughts. Mary had what was now the best sex session of her life with Lloyd, and it was something that she knew would be a hard thing to top next time.\n The two partners were breathing hard into this moment of aftercare. Of course, Mary was the first to recover from her orgasm high, smiling as she looked down at her handiwork and saw Lloyd practically being unconscious. With this, she leaned onto his head and planted her lips against his once more, kissing him passionately without the use of pheromones. But even still, Lloyd had been so KO’d that he didn’t return the movements of his lover’s kisses. Yet this was perfectly fine for Mary as she continued to show her passion for her partner even as he slowly began to come down to earth.\n After a solid ten minutes of being out cold, Lloyd at last began showing signs of life as he began to moan. His head with still dazed, and his thoughts were still a mess. But at least he happened to recover without too much issue. He opened his eyes to see the purple eyes of Maryanne, who looked back at him with a wide smile on her face.\n “Had a good time, Lloyd baby?” said Mary cheekily.\n “Fun
 is one way to describe it,” Lloyd replied slowly, still showing his confusion.\n “I know. I might have taken things a bit overboard. I was kinda nervous that you wouldn’t wake up.”\n “Well, I was already up in heaven, so it’s not like I wasn’t technically dead. It just feels good to have come back down to earth again.”\n With this, Mary leaned against he lover’s chest, happy to hear that he had a good time.\n “Nice to know that I scrambled your brains so much that you were practically almost dead,” Mary teased. “But at least we had fun.”\n “Can you remove these cuffs off of me now? They’re starting to dig into my wrists.”\n “Maybe. I kinda like having you as my captive right now, hehe.”\n But in time, Mary did release Lloyd, though not before he gave him another make-out session to help him wean off of the high of his euphoria. Slowly but steadily he began to glide back down to earth, his mind at last able to think straight as he made a full recovery. With his hands now free, he wrapped his arms around Mary as the two spooned on their bed, the night so warm that there was no need for any blankets. For now, the two PokĂ©philes began to drift off into sleep.\n Tomorrow would be when the two would head back to Lakeshire Town, but that won’t happen until the two do something especially important. And it was something that they knew they couldn’t leave unfinished.\n They needed to head to the hospital, and there was someone there whom they hoped to give a certain reward
\n \n Phillip James Deville, or just Phil as he was known, was lapped in his bed over at Serenity Cove Memorial Hospital, and in the intensive care ward to be exact. Though his body had been battered and his skin lacerated and burned in certain places, he was lucky to have escaped the accident with his life. Though with two broken legs, a fractured pelvis, and a shattered collarbone, Phil wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. His condition was stable, thank Arceus, but considering his lacerations and burns the doctors were still afraid that he would end up in sepsis – a certain death if he were to enter that state. As such, it would be a long road to healing, but he hoped to get back to racing before long.\n Next to him was a worried pokĂ©mon, his partner to be exact. It was a female Infernape who was worried sick about her master, and when she came out of her PokĂ©ball to find him in a medically induced coma while the doctors put him back together, the Infernape was shaken to her core. But given that her master was not a PokĂ©phile, he couldn’t hear her offer prayers to Arceus so that her master could be saved. She knew that he was a bit of a meathead and a braggart, but at the same time he was still nice to her, and she would do anything to keep him well.\n This Infernape was named Mila, and her prayers were answered when Phil woke up not too long ago – albeit in intense agony. The doctors had him attached to a morphine drip, which was doing well in keeping his pain in check. But though he hardly complained, she could tell that something was off about her master. Perhaps the crash he just suffered through had changed something in him, and it made him see the dangers that came when one acted with pride.\n Needless to say, “Phenomenal Phil’s” ego had been taken down a notch, and being in the hospital after barely surviving a devastating event taught him a valuable lesson, so there was no need for some humble pie just yet. Still, Phil had hopes of getting himself a new racecar platform, and he hoped to return to racing soon as he would drive to his heart's content.\n Not even a near-death experience could temper his fiery nature.\n At this moment, the door opened as a nurse entered the room. \n “You have a visitor, Mister Deville,” the nurse announced.\n Phil wondered who it was that was about to enter – though he had a good idea of who.\n “Let ‘em in, Miss Nurse,” Phil agreed.\n At this moment, a tall man and his pokĂ©mon walked inside. But while this man was properly dressed, what he held in his hands was what shocked Phil the most.\n “I think this belongs to you, Phil,” Lloyd said as he held up the trophy for the drag race competition. “I was told that I’d be the winner since you crashed. But honestly, this thing belongs to you.”\n Phil smiled sincerely at Lloyd and Mary, the Salazzle looking sincerely at the man whom she rescued with her trainer. But Phil had one thing to say:\n “Keep it, Lloyd,” Phil replied. “I may have won the race, but your car stayed intact. At least that fat mother didn’t blow up on you.”\n Even when injured, Phil still maintained his snark. But Lloyd was not happy – though not about the insult. He insisted on Phil taking the trophy.\n “Phil, get real, this trophy belongs to you!” Lloyd complained. “You beat me! I’m the punk, remember? I can’t take this home with me.”\n “Well, I’m also a punk ass loser, since I caused my car to go haywire and almost kill me,” Phil clapped back. “Keep it, Lloyd. I’ll build myself another car, one that’s a bit safer, of course, and then with that I’ll be sure to beat your ass legitimately and win myself a trophy.” Phil then coughed in pain, with speaking too much being painful for him. “I’ll be fine, man. You go back to Lakeshire Town and hone up your ride. Your Black Phantom thing is a beast, and I hope to race it again once I’m no longer lapped up. And once I beat you legitimately, then we can call ourselves even. Capiche?”\n Lloyd and Mary looked back at Phil and his sincerity, unable to believe that the hotshot racer had been humbled so much. But in the end, they couldn’t force him to accept the prize if he didn’t want to. All they could do was offer him their thanks.\n “Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you two for saving my sorry ass. Without you, my girl Mila here would be without a race partner,” he said as he turned to the Infernape. “I realize now that I gotta take care of myself, and not my ego. It was my ego that almost ended my life. And now, I’m paying for it. But I’ll be better in no time. And once I get back on the saddle, I’ll be sure to race a rig that’ll be worthy of challenging the Black Phantom. You dig?”\n Lloyd couldn’t help but admire the man and his newfound humility.\n “I guess so,” Lloyd replied humbly. “I hope you can beat me again next time. I’ll be sure to work on the Phantom to make it even stronger, so don’t expect me to go easy.”\n “Go easy? Puh-lease, I welcome the challenge, Ghost buddy. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” But then he looked at Mila’s frown and he said: “Well, I’ll be sure to make my next project a bit safer. NOS will be out, that’s for sure. I think that running a twin-charged set-up like yours ought to do it.”\n “Hehe, you’re on, Phil,” Lloyd replied.\n With this finished, Lloyd and Mary gave their goodbyes to the wounded man and his fire ape, hoping to hit the road and return to Lakeshire Town and their old lives. As for Phil, he looked forward to racing again, and this time with a much more supped-up rig.\n Perhaps more would happen with “Phenomenal Phil” in the future. But for now, the tired racer had to convalesce his weary body. There was no rush in building another monster car that could potentially try to kill him again, after all
\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "ï»żPoképhilia Story
A Rush of Pheromones
Summer Edition
       By J.C. Solis
      
       The dragstrip was howling with the sound of fast cars that raced down the strip, with cars ranging from turbocharged sleepers to supercharged V8 monstrosities taking to the race track to see who’d come out on top. All of this was to challenge one another for dominance, to see who had the most outrageously fast rig, and to see who could reach the pinnacle of speed, becoming the top dog of the strip. Granted, this was a competition, and many challengers stood up to the plate to blaze across to the finish line and attempt to leave their competitors in the dust. And one by one, the loser's circle began to pile up.
       But curiously enough, this race was not taking fold at the dragstrip near Lakeshire Town. The salt in the air was evidence that the dragstrip was near the coast, and this was evident on the beaches that were right next to the strip. Off in the distance lay the coastal town of Serenity Cove, an important port city in Daegar that had both sandy, pristine shores and a massive dock area that brought in valuable cargo from other regions of the world. And the people were going all out and having fun on the white sand beaches as they laughed and cheered, either playing in the sand or splashing about in the sea.
       Since the strip was near the shore, and the sound of raging cars could be heard far and wide, many of the beach-goers had surrounded the drag strip to view from afar the beastly cars that screamed down the racetrack, though if one wanted to get up close and personal to these behemoths of High Horsepower, one would sadly have to pay an admission fee. But those who did get to see cars scream down the track at speeds so phenomenally fast that even pokémon like Garchomp, Flygon, and Dragapult would be jealous.
       And one of those cars was a black muscle car that had been making waves – and not because it lost control and careened out into the sea. This was a car that many people heard legends about, one that came from the sleepy large town of Lakeshire Town and was sort of a local legend in its area. It was a Challenger Demon 170 with a twin super-turbo-charged engine that produced so much power that one would assume that it was illegal to even possess such a monstrosity. And as it howled like a banshee down the strip, defeating car after car and practically leaving them in its dust, it was certain to become a top contender for the championship winner.
       This car was “The Black Phantom,” a car that was so intense and strong that the Daegar Automotive Hot Rod League, or DAHRL, even tried to put handicaps on the car to keep things even remotely fair for the other contenders. But nothing, not adding weight to the vehicle, nor giving it a time penalty, could stop it from absolutely dominating the competition.
       And the man who owned this god-tier car was someone whom many people considered to be a madman in his own right. Wearing a black ski mask to hide his identity, this man commanded his beast to crush all opposition, and he was merciless when it came to putting other cars to shame.
       This man was “Ghost,” the infamous drag racer from Lakeshire Town whom The Black Phantom called its master. Though those who knew his identity simply called him Lloyd.
       Lloyd Santello, the normally timid and humble Actuary who worked what one would call a boring salaried position, was a different man whenever he assumed the identity of Ghost. Though he was not obnoxious nor egotistical in this new alter ego, he displayed a fearlessness and calm and cool demeanor that didn’t bow down to any competition who would dare challenge him. Granted, whenever he won a race, he never gloated nor put down his competition – opting to shake their hand and ask about their ride and what kind of set-up they ran underneath the hood. He’d even offer tips to improve those all-important horsepower numbers, that way the losers could have a chance at redeeming themselves and build even crazier set-ups just like his own.
       It was this honorable and gentlemanly behavior that earned Ghost many followers and fans, many of whom shouted and cheered whenever he got on the strip. He even had plenty of female admirers who would love the chance to get even closer to the man and his car.
       But sadly for those women, Lloyd, aka Ghost, was already taken. But his partner was not human, and it just so happened to be a pheromone-emitting fire salamander who always rode shotgun whenever her partner went on the strip. Known as “Bloody Mary” to her fans, Maryanne was Lloyd’s Salazzle Pokémon Partner and his main companion. She too also became famous as she would often stick her head out of the car whenever Ghost drove the car, spitting fire out of her mouth as she felt the wind hit her face from the car going so fast. Needless to say, Maryanne, the Salazzle loved riding with her trainer, making sure to keep him company whenever the two went out in races.
       But Maryanne did more than just keep her trainer company. Despite her being a Pokémon, she was good with a wrench too, and would often join Lloyd in the repair work for their car or in any modifications that were needed. Though she initially knew next to nothing about tools and cars when the two first met, she was an amazing learner and quickly picked up the skills needed to start wrenching like a master mechanic. Though Lloyd took care of the more delicate procedures and repair work, he let Mary work on the less intensive work, like jacking up the car to work on the brakes, the suspension, and even some areas in the engine bay. The two worked together whenever they got to work on their precious vehicle, and they both worked in unison, like a well-oiled machine to take good care of their machine.
       To most people, it was incredible to see a Pokémon work alongside Lloyd like this, and none were more surprised to see the Salazzle get to work than Lloyd’s entourage.
       Jason Kitchener and Justin Solis were also present with Lloyd, along with their partners Camilla the Blaziken and Lillia the Gardevoir, respectively. Though Camilla and Lillia weren’t as engaged in mechanical work as Mary was with her trainer’s car, the two still supported their respective masters and cheered them on whenever they went to the strip, evening joining Jason and Justin whenever they raced.
       Lloyd and Mary came back to the resting pit of the racetrack area to do some minor maintenance before their next race. And it was here that the friends and their Pokémon began to discuss things.
       “Damn, Ghost, that last run you did was impressive. I think you beat your record with that one,” Justin said with amazement.
       “Impressive?! Fuhgeddaboudit! Pal, I’ve seen this nutso car defeat super-fast Pokémon with its speed!” Jason added, throwing in his Unova-New Yorker accent. “This car makes my car look like a grocery-getter. And I beat a lot of people already.”
       “Yeah, sure, dummy. You beat a lot of folks until you got left behind in the dust by a car pushing an eight-second run!” Camilla chided, though in truth she was the one who was sore over losing.
       “Well, at least you made it to the quarter-finals, man,” Justin tried to cheer up. “I mean, I got beaten one level before you. You really made some super impressive upgrades to your ride, lately. You’d practically leave me in the dust if we raced.”
       In truth, Jason’s red Charger Hellcat Redeye had been supped up to the max, pushing speeds that he never thought would be possible. The man in burgundy clothes twin-charged his car, just like how Justin and Ghost did to theirs. But though he had even more horsepower than Justin Shelby Mustang, he was still nowhere close to maxing out to Ghost’s monstrosity.
       Lloyd hadn’t been sitting idly by. He tuned up his car to be even faster, pushing damn near close to sixteen hundred horsepower, the exact number being 1,579 stomping ponies worth of pure speed. And yet his car still happened to be street legal. It was incredible that Lloyd was able to push his car to be as powerful as a Bugatti Chiron, but the madman in the black ski mask had done it. His secret was simple, adding another turbo. Not only was his car twin-charged but also twin-turbo-charged, making a monstrous amount of horsepower that literally made the pavement rumble underneath the tires. And the howling noise underneath the hood from both turbo and superchargers was pure ear candy.
       But there was one competitor who might give Ghost’s car a run for his money, and it was a car that was a beast all in itself. This car was a Toyota Supra, Mark IV, with a 2JZ engine underneath the hood. Yet the car was far from stock, running not only a turbocharged setup but also running nitrous oxide. It was a purple-wrapped car with all sorts of profane stickers on it – a sign that its owner was far from humble. And Lloyd only knew this about his car because the loudmouth wouldn’t shut up over how powerful his ride was.
       The man in question was a guy named Philip Frazier, or as he was also known as “Phenomenal Phil.” Or, at the very least, that was what the guy parroted out loud. And Phil was about as big of a meathead as they came, openly mocking other drivers who lost to him and putting them down for having a much less powerful setup than his own.
       And Phil just so handed to pull-up next to Ghost and the Black Phantom, revving the 2JZ engine, powered by an ABFlug conversion kit that pushed the car to already impressive levels of power at over 800. But when he hit the red button to send the NOS into his engine, his car roared down the track with almost fourteen hundred horsepower, the real number being 1,398 blistering ponies. And the man was vocal over his ride as he pulled up with his own large posse of supporters.
       “Hey, here’s looking at you, Ghost. I hear that you’re the punk to beat for the spot at the championship,” Phil said as he poked his head out of his window, wearing black shades as he smiled deviously at the man in the ski mask.
       “I wouldn’t go as far as to call myself a punk, but I do admit I got a cool set-up here,” Lloyd said humbly.
       At this, Phil revved his engine, causing the back tires to screech and do a burnout. Mary, though, didn’t take the noise too lightly, sticking her tongue out viciously as she waited for the man to say something so she could go ballistic on him for insulting her man.
       “Yeah, it’s cool alright… but my ride makes this fat ass car look like a hot turd,” Phil replied, with posse letting out Oohs and Aahs at the insult.
       Mary was just about to pounce on the car and burn the vinyl wrap on it to teach him a lesson, but Ghost grabbed her before she could do something to him and get them in trouble.
       “Watch what you say, man. My girl here thinks that you’re trouble with them fighting words,” Ghost replied. “And if it’s a fight you want, then it’s a fight that you’re gonna get as we race. We’ll see who has the better and faster ride. But one thing will never change…” He then let Mary go as he walked up to the Supra and knocked on the hood of the car. “What are you compensating for here? Can’t keep a good date without resorting to a fast car?”
       The posse groaned as the man gave his jab, with Phil looking red-faced at Ghost for the insult to his honor.
       “Watch this, Ghost, I’mma leave your punk ass car in my dust! And then we’ll see who’s got the little dick then!” he shouted.
       Ghost turned around and got in his car, with Justin, Jason, and their pokémon turning away as the two drivers drove up to the entrance of the strip. Mary was already inside her master’s car, with her already having her racing helmet on – one custom-made to fit her head. All the while Justin and Jason looked on with anticipation, wondering if their pal was going to come out on top or be defeated.
       The two cars drove up the strip, stopping before the “Christmas Tree” lights that signal them to go. At this, the announcer gave the info.
       “Ladies and Gentlemen. The moment you’ve all been waiting for. “The Black Phantom” will now be taking on the “Super Saiyan Supra” for the chance to win the title of Daegar’s fastest ride. Will Ghost, the owner of the Phantom live up to his legacy? Or will Phenomenal Phil give him the taste of defeat? All will be revealed once the light goes green.”
       It was now all or nothing for the race ahead, and all would be decided once the tree lit up.
       The two cars lined up in front of the lights, waiting with anticipation for the green light to turn on. The two cars were already revving their engines, with the obvious difference in engines being apparent. It was a huge V8 engine versus a smaller but spunky Inline 6. And it was a large cruiser of a car going up against a smaller, lighter shell. Power and weight would be the key between these two contenders, and no one was certain as to who would come out on top.
       The light turned green, and the air was filled with the roaring noise of engines revving to the moon. Ghost took the lead initially, stomping on the accelerator to shoot his car with so much force that the G-force pushed him and Mary deep into their seats. Not far behind was the Super Saiyan Supra, with the smaller car lagging. But one hit of a button later, and with green flames shooting out the car’s tailpipe, the Supra blazed forward and caught up to the Challenger.
       The two cars were neck and neck at first, with the difference in power and weight very much being evident. But with another dose of NOS, the Supra sprinted forward, overtaking the Challenger.
       The two cars passed the finish line, The Black Phantom clocking at 7.98 seconds. The Super Saiyan Supra, meanwhile, made an incredible 7.01, almost going to sub-seven-second numbers.
       With his car beat, Lloyd opened his parachute and slowly pressed on the brakes. For a moment, the man was a bit bummed out, seeing the at he had just lost for the first time in a long while. For sure he was going to get clowned on by Phil and his posse. In the end, though, he steeled himself for the laughter he was going to receive, deciding against being bitter and instead humbly taking his licks.
       But something was very wrong with the Supra. Though the chute was deployed the car refused to stop. Inside his car, Phil was frantically pulling the kill switch to turn his car off, but the NOS system had jammed and was continuously injecting NOS into his engine. The car refused to shut down, and the car just would not stop. As he was approaching dangerously fast speeds, he found himself unable to control his car even with the chute.
       In an instant, the car swerved and streaked across the side of the strip, hoping that the friction would be useful in slowing it down. But though it did slow initially, the car proved too out of control to be able to stop completely. Suddenly, the car swerved to its side, the sheer momentum throwing the car to its side as the momentum carried it forward, toppling it and flipping it around as it at last began to slow down. Soon, the now crippled Supra was in a heap in the middle of the strip, unmoving as it dangerously caught on fire around its engine bay.
       At this moment, the Black Phantom stopped next to the car, with Lloyd and Mary hopping out and dashing forward, with Lloyd carrying his fire extinguisher. He did his best to put out the engine fire, the motor still going strong even as the engine bay was lit ablaze. With nothing left to do, Lloyd began to tug at the crumpled door that was on Phil’s side, but the door was wedged shut at the hinge. Without wasting a second, Mary shot out flames from her mouth as a means of melting the hinge and making it able to bend – the Salazzle wishing that she were water type instead for this moment.
       With the hinge at last bending out of shape, Lloyd managed to pull the door loose, the body of Phil drooping over as the man looked unconscious. With this, Lloyd grabbed his knife and cut away at the straps holding Phil’s body to the car. The Engine was now revving even louder, reaching a point where it could explode at any second. But with one huge effort, Lloyd and Mary yanked the unconscious man out of his car, dragging his body across the strip and as far away from the flaming, over-revving car as they could. Realizing that it was about to blow, the two dragged Phil to the other side of the Phantom, the black car serving as a shield for its masters.
       The Supra exploded in a great ball of fire, the engine at long last giving out. Shrapnel was sent all over the place, with metal chunks flying above Lloyd and Mary’s heads as they ducked behind their car, with car parts whizzing as the Supra finally gave its last.
       But not all was said and done. Lloyd checked Phil’s pulse by placing two fingers on his neck, and though he was still alive he was barely clinging to life.
       “Come on, Phil, stay with me!” Lloyd cried out as he attempted to resuscitate the man. “I know that you’re a piece of work, but I don’t want you dying on me, you hear?!”
       Seeing the man losing his life, Maryanne came forward and pressed her lips against Phil’s mouth, breathing her pheromones-filled breath into him as a means of keeping him alive and alert. Suddenly, Phil gasped, breathing heavily at last. He opened his eyes slowly to eye the ski mask-wearing man and Salazzle tending to him. The pheromones in her breath left him feeling hazy, though they were perfect to help relieve the agony he would feel otherwise. With this, Phil rasped the words:
       “Heh… told you I’d win…”
       Lloyd nodded his head, agreeing with him slightly.
       “You won. I’m the punk now,” Ghost admitted humbly. “But at what cost? Winning isn’t worth your life, man.”
       *Cough* “I guess… I guess… that’s the way of the game, Ghost. We never know when… *cough* we end up fucking up… till it’s too late…”
       At this, Ghost smiled under the mask. He decided it would be good to make a friend out of this man.
       “Call me Lloyd, Phil,” Ghost said as he lifted his mask, showing his face to the ailing man. “Lloyd Santello. If you ever recover, man, I’d love to race you again. Though hopefully, next time you’ll build a safer setup.”
       At this, the great “Phenomenal Phil” was taken about by Ghost’s, or rather Lloyd’s, sincerity. Weakly but sincerely, Phil returned a smile, saying:
       “Hehe… damn straight, Lloyd. Let’s go race another time.”
       At this point, the paramedics and the firefighters showed up, the car being put out with hoses and Pokémon water types as Phil was gently placed on a stretcher. The man was carried off into the ambulance truck before he was rushed off to the hospital in Serenity Cove. At this, Lloyd and Maryanne stood up to see the wreck of the Supra before them. It was incredible to think that the man survived such a catastrophic crash as the car lay in a crumpled heap before them. But, in the end, he wouldn’t have lived through the blaze and the explosion had Lloyd and Mary not rushed over to save him.
       At this, Justin and Jason’s cars pulled up, and the two friends with Pokémon in tow rushed out to see what the hell happened.
       “Holy shit! Lloyd!” Jason cried out in shock. “Are you okay, man? We saw what went down from the line. I can’t believe you risked your hide to save that dude!”
       “You did good work, Lloyd,” Justin congratulated. “If you and Mary hadn’t stepped in, Phil would have been burnt to a crisp at this point. It was risky, but you saved him.”
       At this, Camilla and Lillia walked up to Mary, the Blaziken and Gardevoir being just as astonished as their trainers at what she and her trainer had done.
       “Damn, girl, you and Lloyd are nuts!” Camilla cried out. “But then again, that buddy might not be around anymore if you two didn’t do what you just did.”
       “It was a commendable deed,” Lilla acknowledged. “You saved the life of a man, even if his personality left much to be desired. But nobody deserves death, even if they are haughty.”
       Maryanne smiled at her friends.
       “Well, I ain’t about to let Phil die on me. I kissed the lout with my pheromones to wake him up and keep his pain in check. I hope he doesn’t mind feeling through the roof right now,” Maryanne mused. “But Lloyd and I are simply happy to help out. Phil may be a loudmouthed prick, but he didn’t deserve to go out in a blaze like that.”
       With this, the friends and their pokémon got back to their cars and drove back to the starting line. Lloyd had already checked the Phantom for any signs of damage, and while there were some dents and scrapes from being hit by shrapnel, the car survived the explosion. It would need to be taken to a body shop to iron out the indentations, but the car protected her masters well. And with its own engine completely intact, it would live to race another day.
       When Lloyd and company arrived at the strip and stepped out of his car, he was immediately greeted by the sound of people cheering him on, with people whistling and howling in applause as they cheered for his marvelous work. They saw a selfless man risk his own life for the sake of another, and his legacy would be cemented amongst the racing community as a hero. Were it not for him and Mary, then Phenomenal Phil wouldn’t have lived to race another day.
       The DAHRL officials walked up to Lloyd, seeing that he no longer had his mask on, and congratulated him for doing such a selfless deed.
       “That was some damn good heroic stuff you did, Ghost,” said Marcus Branford, the executive in charge of the Serenity Cove DAHRL Drag Strip. “I’ve seen plenty of cars getting wrecked in my time, but they usually didn’t end well for the driver. But you saved Phil without a second thought!” Marcus then announced something that caught Ghost off guard. “Even though Phil won despite him wrecking his car, he’s not eligible anymore to receive first place. I believe that honor deserves to go to you, Ghost.”
       But Lloyd was not happy with this decision.
       “I came in second place, Marcus. In reality, Phil is the one who deserves the award, not me.”
       “Well, I wish I could give the man the reward, but the rules state that the car has to remain intact and not crash to be eligible for the prize,” explained Marcus. “I’m sorry, but those are DAHRL’s rules for you. I can’t change them even if I wanted to.”
       At this, Lloyd was rather upset with the decision, feeling that he had won the trophy illegitimately. But at the same time, he couldn’t force a rule change even if he wanted to, so all he could do was wait until the competition was finished, the man no longer wearing his ski mask as he walked up to the winner’s podium alongside Maryanne to receive his prize. But even Mary knew that the trophy that she and her man won didn’t belong to them, the Salazzle only smiling half-heartedly as she held the trophy alongside Lloyd.
       With the competition now over, Lloyd, Mary, and their friends left the venue in the hopes of enjoying the rest of their time in Serenity Cove. The three cars sped off from the drag strip, though not far – making it only to the nearby beaches. Once out of their car, the three pals and their Pokémon partners made their way for the sandy shores, where they met up with two of their other friends – Saria Price and her Greninja Razor, as well as Rosemary Thompson and her Inteleon Dante. The two girls were lying down on beach chairs while their males applied sunscreen to their bodies – the Greninja and Inteleon happy as could be to cop a feel on their partners while applying the lotion.
       The redhead and the ginger lifted their heads, seeing Lloyd and company approach, with Saria especially curious as to what had happened.
       “Hey there, fellahs. How’d the race go?” Saria asked.
       “Yeah, loves, how was the race? Knocked some socks off and won anything?” Rose added.
       Judging from the gold trophy that Lloyd and Maryanne had with them, it was evident what they managed to achieve.
       “We won… on a technicality, at least,” replied Lloyd rather glumly.
       “Oh, what’s the matter, mate? Why sound so knickered over the win?” asked Dante.
       “Yeah. I mean, a win is a win, so why not be happy about it?” added Razor.
       At this, Justin and Jason came forward, boasting the same despondent looks.
       “Well, wait until you hear the whole story,” said Jason.
       “And what a damn good story it is,” said Justin.
       The three men went on to explain what happened, how Lloyd lost to the cocky Phenomenal Phil, but that the Supra he was driving lost control, smacked into a wall, and then flipped around before catching on fire. It was then that Lloyd and Maryanne sprung into action and rescued Phil from the destroyed and flaming wreck, dragging him away from his car before the thing exploded in a ball of fire. Phil was taken to the hospital, and afterward, Lloyd was heralded as the winner of the event – hence his note of him winning on a “technicality” since DAHRL rules stated that no cars could crash during or after the race to be eligible for the prize.
       After hearing that the car crashed and burned before exploding during the final race, Saria, Rose, and the two blue Pokémon were left flabbergasted.
       “Blooming bollocks!” exclaimed Dante. “No wonder why I heard what sounded like an explosion out in the distance.”
       “Dang, that sounded nuts!” added Razor.
       “Oh, Lloyd, I hope you weren’t hurt or anything while rescuing Phil,” worried Saria.
       “I hope that that chap Phil is doing well. No wonder you said you won off of a technicality,” said Rosemary with worry for Phil.
       “Well, Phil will be fine. I kissed the man with my pheromones so he wouldn’t be in too much pain,” explained Maryanne. “He should still be over the moon with what I did to him.”
       “I bet all sorts of men out there might be jealous of that, gre heh,” Razor teased.
       “Not my man!” exclaimed Camilla. “I’ll conk this dummy into oblivion if he thinks of getting coy with other Pokémon. Uh, no offense, Mary,” she apologized in the end.
       “Oh, no worries, girl. After all, I only got eyes for Lloyd here.”
       At this, Lillia the Gardevoir walked forward, wearing a straw hat and a pink blouse.
       “In any case, let us enjoy our time here at the beach,” Lillia offered. “I want to spend some time here admiring the ocean, playing in the sand, and even go splashing about with you all.”
       “Hehe, I like that idea!” Justin agreed. “Come on, gang! Let’s go have a blast!”
       With this call to have fun, the whole gang headed out to the sea to spend time with each other. The sea was calling them to splash around and have fun – and even the fire types like Camilla and Maryanne were having a blast in the water. Rose and Dante got to building a sand castle next to the waves alongside the help of Saria and Razor, the water types getting along for once and helping the girls build a castle with buckets and shovels. Though a childish endeavor, the castle they ended up building was anything but ordinary.
       As for Camilla, Lillia, and Rosemary, the three girls joined their male trainers in splashing and swimming about in the water, with even brutish Justin being toppled over by the size and power of the crashing waves. But when one wave proved to be too large the others dashed back before they too could get knocked over. It was all fun and games, of course – at least until a huge wave came over and crashed against the beach, carrying the six partners along with it.
       The six were deposited right next to Saria and Rose’s sand castle, the wave strong enough to reach them as the castle on the beach head and left a massacre in its wake, causing the castle to wilt and topple over. To say Dante was fuming would be an understatement as Jason lay in front of the castle, with the Inteleon hurling insults at the waves for ruining all of his and his friends’ hard work. Razor, though, was much more amused, seeing his fellow water type get so worked up. All the while, Rose and Saria laughed at both the six friends lying strewn on the water line and the Inteleon insulting the ocean’s mother, a happy time if ever there was one.
       In the end, all the friends got a good laugh at their time the beach, and soon everyone tired of the shenanigans and headed away for their cars, drying themselves off as best as they could before heading to the hotel in Serenity Cove proper and taking a load off. All of the friends got into their cars, and they sped off to the city skyline that was not too far off.
       “The Miami of Daegar” as it was called, Serenity Cove was a large city that was as bustling as could be, with a famous antiquated Colonial District that was next to a cliffside with old-timey houses and buildings – the Old District, as it was also called. It was a place steeped in history and one that served to showcase the times long past from Daegar’s history. And though a new port was built next to the Colonial District, away from the pristine beaches and the glamor of the nightlife, it still served as a reminder of days gone that people still enjoyed visiting.
       The friends had already visited the Old District many times to go on walkabouts and tours – especially when hearing the tale of Captain Maxwell Farstrider and his many adventures across the ocean. The man’s image himself was showcased in bronze, a statute that looked at the sea to showcase his love for the high tides and the open waters. Hearing about the grizzled sea captain even proved an inspiration to many of Serenity Cove’s residents, with most of the people of the city working directly for jobs related to the port and the ocean, or jobs that were affected by it.
       Seafood and trade were the two main industries of Serenity Cove, the biggest industries with Tourism coming at a strong third place. And though the city was not completely nice all over – what with the notorious Reds District full of hoodlums who were often causing trouble – it was still a nice place to visit and perhaps even live in. Then again, some of the homes were a bit on the pricey side.
       With this in mind, the friends parked their cars inside the parking structure that was next to the Serenity Shores Inn, a fancy hotel that was right next to the pier and boardwalk. Though a pricey place to stay, the friends could more than afford it – and every Poképhile couple had a room to themselves. This removed any uncomfortableness and even added privacy for more… frisky activities.
       Lloyd and Maryanne entered their suite, the two going for the bathroom to dry themselves off and to remove any soggy clothes on them. With this, Lloyd hit the shower to prepare himself for tonight. He and his friends were heading off to get some chow in the downtown district of Serenity Cove, with the friends hoping to dine on some fine seafood – which the city was famous for. Mary, for one, couldn’t wait to spend even more time with her man, hoping that she could reward him for having won the racing tournament and for having rescued Phil so heroically.
       Soon, Lloyd stepped out of the shower, though what was surprising was that he did so in the buff, his naked body present for Maryanne to see. To say that the Salazzle had been caught off guard would be an understatement, with her looking at his mesomorphic and well-fit frame. He wasn’t too muscular, but he boasted a body that still looked handsome in its natural form. And Mary almost wanted to come off of her seat on the bed and lunge for him to have sex with him there and now. But she held herself back, instead going for teasing him instead.
       “Wow, you sure do have a good body on you, babe,” Mary catcalled. “I’d like to fuck you right now if we had time, you handsome piece of meat.”
       “Maybe after we come back from our restaurant outing, babe,” Lloyd reminded her. He then went for his suitcase and pulled out some boxers, which he put on to hide away his firm ass and his front-facing junk. “We got a whole city to explore, and we got friends who’d like to see it all as well. Not to mention that I want to see Phil at the hospital before we decide to head on out of here.”
       “Oh, that lug-head?” Mary wondered. “Yeah, I guess it’d be good to head over there to give him the trophy that he won. But until then, we got a lot of the city to explore, food to eat, and a bedroom here to make sweet love in.”
       Lloyd gulped as he heard that last part. It was becoming clear to him that Maryanne was getting lusty, and once that happened there would be no way of slowing her down until her needs were satisfied. But as he put on a dress shirt, his pants, and some nice black dress shoes, he wondered as to what he, his partner, and the rest of his friends could do.
       In truth, coming to Serenity Cove was a refreshing change of scenery, especially with the drama that was continuously happening with the War For Poképhilia. Serenity Cove, for one, declared itself a haven for all sorts of Pokephiles, and it was regarded as one of the safest cities in all of Daeger for the Poképhilia Community, and one of the safest cities in general. There were no riots, nor protests, bombings, pokémon battles, or even shootings concerning the cause. And Team Shroud didn’t have so much as a foothold within this beautiful, progressive city. The people of this city understood that Poképhilia was a choice and that people were free to love and treat their pokémon however they wanted. They weren’t just mindless monsters used in battles. They too deserved love and attention, and they deserved to be given the best care and loving embrace for all their hard work.
       For Lloyd, it was a refreshing sight to see, the fact that people like him were welcomed here. The only things keeping him from moving to this place were the sky-high property prices – which were easily triple that of the modest homes of Lakeshire Town – and the fact that he had already developed roots within the old lakeside town. He didn’t want to abandon his friends, as even though he had roots in Paldea, he still viewed Lakeshire Town as his true home.
       With this in mind, Lloyd put on his black blazer jacket and some spritz of cologne before and Maryanne headed out of the room to meet up with their friends. For one, the others were already outside in the hallway, and once regrouped the five friends and their pokémon headed downstairs to the parking lot to go to the spot where they hoped to dine. Not wanting to take all their vehicles, only three cars were used to take the friends to the downtown district. Lloyd and Maryanne took the Black Phantom with them alone; the car had no backseats to make room for the roll cage, and they didn’t fit in the already packed cars of their friends.
       The three powerful vehicles rumbled along to the downtown district, with the Phantom trailing behind them as its huge, rumbling engine was sure to attract a lot of people’s attention. The friends parked at the parking at a restaurant that was named “The Krusty Krabby” – a place within the Serenity Cove Old District pier and marina. Hoping off, the gang could already smell delicious seafood wafting up from the air. The friends didn’t have to wait long, since they had already booked reservations in advance. The restaurant waiter greeted them as they entered, looked at their reservations on the system, and brought them toward a large banquet table that was in the back.
       An entire feast of food was ordered for everyone, with mountains of seafood being brought to them in the form of soups, pasta, and a-la-carte. The pokémon especially were tucking into the delicious bounty, hoping to celebrate their time together by sharing the huge meal, all while booze was served in glasses of wine and bottles of beer. But Lloyd didn’t partake in the alcohol, given that he had a deep-seated repulsion for alcohol and what it did to the body. He never liked getting drunk, and he would even warn his friends about the dangers of getting too loaded and driving drunk.
       This, of course, was met with a mix of opinions; some friends agreed, while others scoffed.
       “Come on, pal, this is booze we’re talking about!” rebuffed Jason. “We came to a fine restaurant for some fine food! It’s not like we shouldn’t partake in a bit of fun.”
       “Dummy, if you get too drunk, you won’t be able to drive,” Camilla chided. “Then, it’ll be up to Justin to drive your ass back to the hotel. I know that he won’t drink too much.”
       “I don’t know about that, Camilla,” Justin warned. “I might have had too much to drink already. I might need to walk it off for a bit.”
       “You haven’t drunk too much, Master,” Lillia noticed. “What you are feeling is because of having consumed so much food. I believe the term for this is called a… um, ‘food coma.’”
       “I kinda grubbed a bit too much, too,” said Razor as he leaned back in his seat. “This meal was delicious. I haven’t had seafood this fresh in a long while.”
       “My native Galar has its works cut out for it,” Rosemary quipped. “This food might just rival the meals they serve over in Hulbury.”
       “What? A Yankee restaurant out-beating our native Galar? Sacrilege!” Dante cried out. But after having finished his meal and still feeling up for more, he decided not to step further into hypocrisy. “Well, for a bunch of Yanks, this meal is still the bee’s knees, I must say.”
       “Well, if you guys would like, we can go for a walk here on the pier. The sea looks lovely at this hour, and we can use it to walk off our stuffed bellies and drunkenness.”
       Lloyd and Mary looked at each other and their friends, agreeing to do so. With this then came the matter of paying for the food. Thankfully, the restaurant allowed the friends to split the bill multiple ways, and the three men paid for everyone’s meals like the true gentlemen they were. With the food cost settled, the friends walked out of the restaurant before walking toward the pier.
       The Serenity Cove Old District Pier was a historical area of days gone by, where sailors came to dock their boats to offload cargo and their catch of the day. It was steeped with history, with many a sailor having walked the many planks to sail across the cruel waves of the sea. And every time they headed out into the open water it was uncertain as to whether they’d come back home. Many a famous sailor and sea captain made their name here in the cove, with the Daegar navy even having a base that was several miles north of the dockyard and housed the vast fleet of Daegar’s naval military.
       Among Serenity Cove’s many famous sons was none other than Maxwell Farstrider, a former Navy ship captain who came to sail his own ship – the S.S. Farstrider. Max was a well-known folk hero, one who was known to have never shown fear of the open waters and the many beasts that called it home. He even had two sons, James and Jacob Farstrider, who would follow along in their father’s legacy of traversing the open waves and sailing to the unknown.
       The boat captain stood immortalized in bronze, looking out to the open waters alongside his Floatzel Pokémon partner, a male who had been his partner for as long as he could remember. In the end, though he faced many dangerous endeavors and was almost lost to the sea multiple times, Maxwell lived long enough to make it to old age, dying just a few days after the turn of the millennia at the incredible age of one hundred and four years old. He was one of the last people in the world who had lived through the Nineteenth, Twentieth, and Twenty-first centuries, a feat that few people in the world were able to achieve. And on his passing, a memorial statue was erected in his honor, hoping to remind the people of the man he was.
       For his part, Lloyd admired Captain Maxwell and his adventures. The man was truly larger than life and an inspiration for generations. And though he was a landlubber, Lloyd could feel himself to be a kindred spirit to the boat captain. Surprisingly enough, though he mostly drove a ship, Max was also known for driving fast cars whenever he was back on shore. Granted, the beasts the man drove were a far cry from the monsters of today with huge horsepower numbers, but he put a lot of effort into maintaining his rides; the only things that he gave more attention to were his boats and his family.
       Indeed, Max was not only a famous boat captain but also a pioneer in the car tuning industry. He was one of the first people to put a supercharger on old cars, and his cars almost always beat the competition. This fact alone was enough for Lloyd to look at Captain Maxwell with a gleam in his eyes. To think that such a great man had existed was truly mesmerizing. And hearing of his exploits both on land and sea made for great mental imagery.
       After spending a good hour on the pier, admiring the waves, walking to browse the nearby souvenir shops, and even admiring the fishermen and women as they tried to catch fish by the pier, the friends called it an evening and made their way back to their hotel. Once again, the Black Phantom rumbled to life down the many streets of Serenity Cove, a car that Captain Maxwell could only dream of having owned – or so Lloyd figured. And now back in the hotel, he and Maryanne went to their room to take a load off – and for Mary to commence getting a load off of her partner.
       With this, Lloyd began to take his clothes off, looking at the lusty eyes of Mary as she looked back at him with sultry intent. He was looking forward to seeing what she would do to him this time – though undoubtedly it would involve her giving him a feeling that was out of this world. With him now completely naked, Lloyd climbed onto the bed and lay his head down on the pillow, his front facing upward as Mary approached.
       The Salazzle climbed on top of her human lover slowly, like a prowling predator who was looking at her prize. Once on top of him, her purple eyes looked down at her human prey, the love salamander licking her lips as she pinned him down with her lightweight body. The Salazzle came up to Lloyd with two handcuffs, one for each of his arms as he would be chained to each corner of the bed.
       “Do we have to use those things?” Lloyd complained, still not having gotten used to the feeling of being bound. Yet he still raised his arms and allowed for his lover to chain him to the corners. “This feels so freaky still. I hope that you understand how much trust I’m putting in you, Mary.”
       “Oh, don’t worry about a thing, Lloyd sugar,” Mary replied. “I’m not going to do anything to you that you wouldn’t want. But I will say this: you belong to me now tonight.” And with that, the salamander once again licked her lips, smiling as she leaned her head on top of his. “Oh, Lloyd baby, I love having you under my whim. I can’t think of anything else besides wanting to make you my personal toy. I just love it when you submit to me. And I want to reward you for being such a good boy.”
       With this, Mary leaned forward and opened her mouth, the Salazzle breathing out a puff of pheromones that filled Lloyd’s nostrils. The man immediately calmed down, feeling a wave of intense pleasure wash over him. His face blushed as he felt himself start to submit to his pokémon’s whim, his desire becoming his own as his penis became erect from the puff of sex pheromones that were blown on his face. As for Mary, she decided to get things started with their little escapade.
       Mary bent down and kissed Lloyd on the mouth, exhaling even more pheromones from her breath as she gave her lover the time of his life. Slowly but steadily, Lloyd began to submit to his mistress in mind and body, his mind filling with the desire to have passionate sex with her. And the man almost lost his senses as he was consumed by desire. He didn’t know where he was or what was happening to him, but he was happy to be in his mistress’ embrace. As Mary continued to kiss him, she released even more of her pheromones until Lloyd was close to falling unconscious from the sheer volume of the pleasant-smelling fumes.
       Maryanne continued to kiss Lloyd as she reached down to his crotch, grabbed hold of his cock – which was already starting to leak precum – and began stroking his length. The cum served as the perfect lubricant for Mary to stroke his length, the man moaning as he felt his long member being touched by the Salazzle’s tender hands. Up and down her hand went, applying a strong grip on him as she stroked, not letting up for even a moment as she continued to pleasure her lover. And poor Lloyd could only go along for the ride, feeling his cock being squeezed and stroked for all it was worth.
       After a while of stroking and breathing pheromones, Lloyd was beginning to feel his orgasm being imminent. But before he could blow his load, Maryanne stopped stroking him, giving him a chance to catch his breath before would let his semen go to waste. At this, Mary pulled off of his mouth as she repositioned herself, her body sitting upright on top of his midsection. It was now time to get on with the rest of their session, so she mused.
       “I hope that you’re having a good time right now, Lloyd, ‘cause I’m about to go even harder on you,” Mary assured.
       But poor Lloyd was too lost to his pleasure to be able to reply. All he could do was look on at his partner looming over him, his cock pulsating as she sat in front of his member. Without wasting any more time, Maryanne lifted herself a tad and aligned her entrance with his raging boner. She slowly began to lower herself, feeling the tip of his member penetrate her hole as she went down even more and more. The feeling of being penetrated was lovely of Mary, with her not having gotten some of this action in a long while.
       To the Salazzle, it was refreshing to feel her lover’s dick penetrate her love canal. She wanted a moment like this so badly – with the fire lizard not having gotten any from her partner in a good while. But all of that would change as she lowered herself even more and more onto his raging boner. She could feel how warm his cock was inside her vaginal canal, all while a tingle went up her spine as a result of the intense pleasure she was feeling. She adored this feeling very much, and she wanted to bury his entire length inside of her, as much as she could stuff.
       As Maryanne lowered herself more and more onto Lloyd, the man could feel the intense warmth of his lover’s pussy and just how tightly she squeezed him. The pheromones had already been put through the wringer, and his body too would also have to withstand the force of her tight snatch. But with his hands cuffed to the bed, there was no way for him to do anything other than go along for the ride of a lifetime. He could only grip the bed sheets with his hands as his Pokémon partner did all the work.
       With Lloyd’s cock deeply embedded into her snatch, Mary began to hop up and down onto her lover’s snatch. Her pussy rubbed all along Lloyd’s length, squeezing him hard as she rose and fell into his pelvis. She didn’t take things fast immediately, but she would build up to that moment so that her partner wouldn’t cum too quickly before she had the chance to give herself a good time. And a good time was precisely what Mary was feeling, with Lloyd’s cock stretching her out all along her depths as she penetrated herself over and over again.
        But after five minutes of taking it easy, Mary decided to up the pace of her riding. She began riding Lloyd even harder than before, her ass slapping down on his pelvis as Lloyd was left reeling from the insane amount of pleasure that he got from his partner. And yet, despite the sheer rapture he was feeling, Mary’s pheromones kept him from blowing his load then and there. His sexual stamina had increased as he was able to withstand the beating that his lover was giving him. And he loved every moment of it as his foggy head was becoming even more lost to the passion of his lover. His mind was coming apart as he felt the pheromones do their trick.
       “Having a good time, Lloyd baby?” Mary asked her partner cheekily.
       Lloyd only nodded his head, his mind just coherent enough to reply to her with a nonverbal cue.
       “Good, because I’m far from done with you, honey. I’m going to scramble your brains so hard that you won’t ever come back to normal for a long while.”
       And with this declaration, Mary leaned on him and pressed her mouth onto his lips again, breathing another luff of pheromones-filled gas into his lungs. At this, Lloyd lost himself completely, the poor man falling still as he became so lost that he didn’t know what was happening around him. His cheeks were flushed red, and somehow his cock became even harder, all while his desire began to mount even more. His heart burned with vigor as he felt his sex drive increased to levels that had never felt before, and he desperately wanted to break from his cuffs to grab into Mary so he could grab her ass and slam her even harder onto his cock.
       All Lloyd could do, though, was thrust his pelvis upward, matching his thrusts with the downward rides of Maryanne, the two colliding with even more force as their pelvises connected with a loud slap. Their minds were filled to the brim with sexual passion, the two hoping that this moment would never end. Lloyd, in his sex-crazed fever dream, wanted to have sex with his partner forever. He wanted her to ride his cock with gusto, squeezing his dick with even more force as he continued to secrete precum into her vaginal canal.
       But all good things must come to an end, sadly. Lloyd was nearing the end of his rope, as was Mary. His cock was pulsating even harder as Mary’s pussy pulsated with even more fervor. Her snatch was even growing in warmth, becoming unbearable due to her inner fire starting to well up inside. She was riding Lloyd’s cock hard, making sure that she could both him and her the most mind-numbing orgasm of their lives.
       And when said orgasm came, the two were rocked so hard that neither one of them knew what was around them.
       Mary’s pussy at last began to convulse, caving in on itself as she milked her lover’s cock hard. Her contractions then caused Lloyd to gush from his tip, excreting all the semen he had pent up inside of him and bathing her innards with white, hot, and sticky human sperm. For poor Lloyd, his mind was shot up to the sky, unable to withstand the force of his orgasmic rapture as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body became limp. He didn’t utter a single word as his mind was sent to oblivion, his final thoughts being on how Mary had managed to get him to cum so hard, and how pleasing it was to do it with such an astounding partner.
       Mary, too, was also rocked by her orgasmic release. Though nowhere near as strong as Lloyd’s, her high proved too much as she felt her pussy contract and her lover gush with cum inside her most intimate areas. With her eyes closed and her body going limp, she began to lean forward before she collapsed on top of Lloyd’s chest, the two breathing in unison as they tried to regain some sense of cohesion in their thoughts. Mary had what was now the best sex session of her life with Lloyd, and it was something that she knew would be a hard thing to top next time.
       The two partners were breathing hard into this moment of aftercare. Of course, Mary was the first to recover from her orgasm high, smiling as she looked down at her handiwork and saw Lloyd practically being unconscious. With this, she leaned onto his head and planted her lips against his once more, kissing him passionately without the use of pheromones. But even still, Lloyd had been so KO’d that he didn’t return the movements of his lover’s kisses. Yet this was perfectly fine for Mary as she continued to show her passion for her partner even as he slowly began to come down to earth.
       After a solid ten minutes of being out cold, Lloyd at last began showing signs of life as he began to moan. His head with still dazed, and his thoughts were still a mess. But at least he happened to recover without too much issue. He opened his eyes to see the purple eyes of Maryanne, who looked back at him with a wide smile on her face.
       “Had a good time, Lloyd baby?” said Mary cheekily.
       “Fun… is one way to describe it,” Lloyd replied slowly, still showing his confusion.
       “I know. I might have taken things a bit overboard. I was kinda nervous that you wouldn’t wake up.”
       “Well, I was already up in heaven, so it’s not like I wasn’t technically dead. It just feels good to have come back down to earth again.”
       With this, Mary leaned against he lover’s chest, happy to hear that he had a good time.
       “Nice to know that I scrambled your brains so much that you were practically almost dead,” Mary teased. “But at least we had fun.”
       “Can you remove these cuffs off of me now? They’re starting to dig into my wrists.”
       “Maybe. I kinda like having you as my captive right now, hehe.”
       But in time, Mary did release Lloyd, though not before he gave him another make-out session to help him wean off of the high of his euphoria. Slowly but steadily he began to glide back down to earth, his mind at last able to think straight as he made a full recovery. With his hands now free, he wrapped his arms around Mary as the two spooned on their bed, the night so warm that there was no need for any blankets. For now, the two Poképhiles began to drift off into sleep.
       Tomorrow would be when the two would head back to Lakeshire Town, but that won’t happen until the two do something especially important. And it was something that they knew they couldn’t leave unfinished.
       They needed to head to the hospital, and there was someone there whom they hoped to give a certain reward…
      
       Phillip James Deville, or just Phil as he was known, was lapped in his bed over at Serenity Cove Memorial Hospital, and in the intensive care ward to be exact. Though his body had been battered and his skin lacerated and burned in certain places, he was lucky to have escaped the accident with his life. Though with two broken legs, a fractured pelvis, and a shattered collarbone, Phil wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. His condition was stable, thank Arceus, but considering his lacerations and burns the doctors were still afraid that he would end up in sepsis – a certain death if he were to enter that state. As such, it would be a long road to healing, but he hoped to get back to racing before long.
       Next to him was a worried pokémon, his partner to be exact. It was a female Infernape who was worried sick about her master, and when she came out of her Pokéball to find him in a medically induced coma while the doctors put him back together, the Infernape was shaken to her core. But given that her master was not a Poképhile, he couldn’t hear her offer prayers to Arceus so that her master could be saved. She knew that he was a bit of a meathead and a braggart, but at the same time he was still nice to her, and she would do anything to keep him well.
       This Infernape was named Mila, and her prayers were answered when Phil woke up not too long ago – albeit in intense agony. The doctors had him attached to a morphine drip, which was doing well in keeping his pain in check. But though he hardly complained, she could tell that something was off about her master. Perhaps the crash he just suffered through had changed something in him, and it made him see the dangers that came when one acted with pride.
       Needless to say, “Phenomenal Phil’s” ego had been taken down a notch, and being in the hospital after barely surviving a devastating event taught him a valuable lesson, so there was no need for some humble pie just yet. Still, Phil had hopes of getting himself a new racecar platform, and he hoped to return to racing soon as he would drive to his heart's content.
       Not even a near-death experience could temper his fiery nature.
       At this moment, the door opened as a nurse entered the room.
       “You have a visitor, Mister Deville,” the nurse announced.
       Phil wondered who it was that was about to enter – though he had a good idea of who.
       “Let ‘em in, Miss Nurse,” Phil agreed.
       At this moment, a tall man and his pokémon walked inside. But while this man was properly dressed, what he held in his hands was what shocked Phil the most.
       “I think this belongs to you, Phil,” Lloyd said as he held up the trophy for the drag race competition. “I was told that I’d be the winner since you crashed. But honestly, this thing belongs to you.”
       Phil smiled sincerely at Lloyd and Mary, the Salazzle looking sincerely at the man whom she rescued with her trainer. But Phil had one thing to say:
       “Keep it, Lloyd,” Phil replied. “I may have won the race, but your car stayed intact. At least that fat mother didn’t blow up on you.”
       Even when injured, Phil still maintained his snark. But Lloyd was not happy – though not about the insult. He insisted on Phil taking the trophy.
       “Phil, get real, this trophy belongs to you!” Lloyd complained. “You beat me! I’m the punk, remember? I can’t take this home with me.”
       “Well, I’m also a punk ass loser, since I caused my car to go haywire and almost kill me,” Phil clapped back. “Keep it, Lloyd. I’ll build myself another car, one that’s a bit safer, of course, and then with that I’ll be sure to beat your ass legitimately and win myself a trophy.” Phil then coughed in pain, with speaking too much being painful for him. “I’ll be fine, man. You go back to Lakeshire Town and hone up your ride. Your Black Phantom thing is a beast, and I hope to race it again once I’m no longer lapped up. And once I beat you legitimately, then we can call ourselves even. Capiche?”
       Lloyd and Mary looked back at Phil and his sincerity, unable to believe that the hotshot racer had been humbled so much. But in the end, they couldn’t force him to accept the prize if he didn’t want to. All they could do was offer him their thanks.
       “Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you two for saving my sorry ass. Without you, my girl Mila here would be without a race partner,” he said as he turned to the Infernape. “I realize now that I gotta take care of myself, and not my ego. It was my ego that almost ended my life. And now, I’m paying for it. But I’ll be better in no time. And once I get back on the saddle, I’ll be sure to race a rig that’ll be worthy of challenging the Black Phantom. You dig?”
       Lloyd couldn’t help but admire the man and his newfound humility.
       “I guess so,” Lloyd replied humbly. “I hope you can beat me again next time. I’ll be sure to work on the Phantom to make it even stronger, so don’t expect me to go easy.”
       “Go easy? Puh-lease, I welcome the challenge, Ghost buddy. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” But then he looked at Mila’s frown and he said: “Well, I’ll be sure to make my next project a bit safer. NOS will be out, that’s for sure. I think that running a twin-charged set-up like yours ought to do it.”
       “Hehe, you’re on, Phil,” Lloyd replied.
       With this finished, Lloyd and Mary gave their goodbyes to the wounded man and his fire ape, hoping to hit the road and return to Lakeshire Town and their old lives. As for Phil, he looked forward to racing again, and this time with a much more supped-up rig.
       Perhaps more would happen with “Phenomenal Phil” in the future. But for now, the tired racer had to convalesce his weary body. There was no rush in building another monster car that could potentially try to kill him again, after all…
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