Long ago in the Kalos region there was a big and terrible war. Human against human, anthro against human, it was a war that brought nothing but destruction and pain. After a human king lost his beloved Pokemon he used a powerful machine to try and bring them back. He succeeded, but only after sacrificing many Pokemon to fuel this destructive device.
The war had ended but conflict didn't seem to cease. Humans and giant anthro Pokemon were separated from each other after coexisting seem to only more fighting. Humans saw the anthros as destructive beasts and the anthros saw the humans as selfish little creatures.
In the present peace seem to come, only after humans were forced out of the cities just in a petty attempt to quelch the tensions. In a forest was a anthro separated from this ethical drama. A Pangoro named Tanjiro spent his days as a bamboo cutter, selling the stocks to small businesses and even teaching wandering youths some skill in the fighting arts.
Tanjiro's family had held not favorable views of humans, they saw them as creatures that should stay below them like insects. The Pangoro refused to accept these beliefs and he went into self exile, wanting to carve out his own path.
He could have been a noble swordsman in his family's clan, but he'd sooner bite his tongue then treat a human as lesser than him. It had been 20 years now he was in his thirties, despite a few lines on his face Tanjiro was still attractive. He had very buff biceps from his daily training and hauling stacks of bamboo. He wore a loose white kimeno top that let his huge white furred pecs mostly hang out, dark blue hakama pants that wrapped around his thick thighs and toned calves. Unlike a normal Pangoro his stomach was that of a six pack, ripped with muscle from his numerous sit ups.
While it was a peaceful life, Tanjiro couldn't help but desire company. While he enjoyed teaching his skills to others, they were merely his students. Having a close bond to share with someone in love would be all he could ask for.
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You sighed as you walked into the forest, the trees towering higher then a skyscraper. It was hitting you just how rash this decision might have been.
Your name was Kou, a 25 year old human from a small village. Before you were born, your parents moved to the village after the anthros expelled them and the human populace from their city. Your family while loving, struggled to maintain their farming and food. Wanting them to be happy and healthy you decided to leave to not have them stuggle preparing your food with the minimal money.
This of course meant you living on the road as you had no set path in mind. It went from a trip on the road to a dangerous journey, you had crossed into anthro Pokemon territory and now needed to find a way out. If you were found trespassing you very well could be arrested.
Still, being in the countryside was slightly reassuring, the anthros here are notably more calm and wishing for coexistence with humans. But it was still a dangerous territory so you trekked on, soon entering a large bamboo forest
Walking through the atmosphere was definitely peaceful, the air was clear and carried the wind ruffling the leaves. It helped calm you a little taking in the tranquil environment you never appreciated. You knew these woods weren't empty however, there had been signs for a bamboo shop up and occasionally spare carts next to gatherings of plants. While it was risky you should find this bamboo seller, even if he was an anthro you needed directions or something. You just hoped he didn't hate humans....
After walking down the path directed by the signs, you soon found a cozy looking Minka sitting in the clearing made. You looked in awe as you walked up, having never seen such a house of this design. Stopping in front of the large sliding door, you began to wonder how you would be able knock loud enough.
Suddenly the ground thumped as it did whenever a giant pokemon walked and the door slid open, a shadow casting over. Looking up, you found yourself in awe as past a pair of loose pants was a towering figure. His creme furred abs led up to the large pecs that partially covered the face of an anthro Pangoro. The Pokemon sighed as the fresh air hit his large muscular body, making it instinctively flex.
You soon….
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