Pokemon Lemons (Requests Closed ATM.)

Broke Out Breeder: Female Charizard X Male Kommo-o

A/N: All three lines of Kanto starters are a protected species who can only safely proliferate in captivity, and Jess the Charizard is no different, but when the captive 'Zards can't satisfy her needs, Jess goes to Alola and acquires a taste for the exotic.

Female Charizard (Jess) X Male Kommo-o (Ahe)

Setting: One of many Charizard breeding programs on Cinnabar Island.

Two young Pokemon Breeders walked out of the barracks both males called their bedroom since they joined Trainer's First. It was a normal day, which meant nothing of note would happen until the two Charizard they would be taking care of woke up and started their day. And so began the most dreaded, difficult part of their job.

Early morning small talk.

"Good morning, Carl. How's Jess doing?" A young assistant in mud stained jeans and a frayed t-shirt punctuated with a sip of coffee.

"Morning, Matt, and uh, same as always. Actually, they brought a new guy in. Jack. Apparently the last guy wasn't good enough for her." A slightly older, more built assistant replied.

"Big guy got an Air Slash to the stomach. Had to trank her somethin' fierce." He patted his belt which held a faux revolver that held darts filled with Amoongus spores.

"Shieeet, man, what was I doing? I'm sorry. I should've been there to help. I owe you one." the smaller Breeder replied.

"Don't worry, that was late last night. You were asleep. You can make it up to me by watching all the fuckin' today. While you're doing that, I'll catch up on my sleep. How's that sound?" Carl stated nonchalantly.

"Y-Yeah, o-ok. Sounds good. Damn, nothing's weird anymore, huh?"

"Oh, sorry. You can handle the data collection while I recover from the aftermath of last night's maintenance and checkup." He said in a overly sophisticated voice, remembering all the technical terms used by Trainer's First's training crew to describe what amounted to picking shit up out of a Charizard enclosure and cleaning cum off of the glass so they could report on the state of the breeding animals inside.

"You're an asshole, Carl, you know that?" Matt asked rhetorically.

"Yea, what about it? Not like corporate cares, eh?" Carl asked, already knowing the answer.

"Damn right, they don't." Matt replied. They both shared a laugh. THAT was certainly something they could agree on no matter what happened between them.

"Anyways, I'm gonna go back to bed if you'll take care of things for a while. Goodnight." Said Carl, not even waiting for a response before starting towards the claustrophobic bedroom down the hall.

"Goodni- aaaand he's gone." Matt said, and after a short pause added "Welp, time to go to work!"

Matt approached the enclosure barely 100 feet away from his bed, walking down a sparse, white hallway taking him through the break room and into a large enclosure where two Charizard were going at it.

On top was Jack, the newcomer who was specially ordered to sate Jess, their star broodmother who was specially bred to be a fertile female whose offspring would make any professor pay top dollar to have the chance to give to an aspiring trainer in the pursuit of science.

The young Breeder picked up his company tablet and looked up Jack's profile..

Okay, let's see what we're dealing with here. Jack...

Holy fuck, 18 inches? That's so big! More than I'll ever be! Matt thought, drinking in the carefully photographed naked picture of Jack and comparing himself to the Pokemon.