Mage stormed off in tears. This had happened so many times now, he'd lost track. A trainer would see the beautiful Gardevoir out in the wild and eagerly challenge them. Sometimes Mage would fight serious, other times the psychic type would throw the match and be captured willingly. Mage would have a nice time with the trainer, and then it would happen.
It took some of the stupider trainers longer to figure out, but they all realized that Mage was a male eventually. Suddenly all their affection would dry up. They'd no longer look at Mage like capturing him had been a wise and excellent achievement. He was a mistake they'd made while trying to capture a sexy female pokemon to flaunt to others.
Usually they'd just quietly release Mage again without so much as giving him a reason, other times they'd try to pretend they weren't thinking about releasing him and just tokenly keep him around. But that was even worse! Watching trainer after trainer care for and love their other pokemon and turn fake smiles to Mage as they pretended to care for him as well, not seeming to realize that Mage could hear their thoughts and knew exactly what they thought of him.
Mage ran away from these trainers, breaking his pokeball so he was technically a wild again. Why, he wondered, did so many trainers seem shocked that a male Gardevoir existed? It was as though they assumed that Gardevoir were female by default. He wondered, sometimes, if there was a female Gallade out there somewhere who was going through the same thing.
Probably not, he figured, a female Gallade would still be beautiful and strong, whereas a male Gardevoir seemed to break people's views on the world. Mage had heard that there were male humans who loved other male humans, but none ever seemed to go for him. Only straight humans sought him out, as the whole of humanity seemed to be in denial that a Gardevoir could be anything but a busty female.
Mage was currently fleeing the center where he had once again been released by a male trainer who had disliked him for his gender alone. 'Fuck him,' the Gardevoir thought as he sobbed, 'fuck all of them. I don't need them.'
But he did, and he knew it. He hated being alone, that's why he'd allowed himself to be captured by so many humans up to now, he needed the attention, that love and that lust that he got from others in the fleeting moments before they realized he wasn't the girl they thought they'd caught.
Mage didn't want to be alone, but he didn't seem to have any choice in the matter. 'Of course you do.' A voice even more feminine and soft than Mage's own voice cooed to him comfortingly. Looking up, Mage's jaw dropped when he saw the small, pink furred pokemon that was floating down to greet him, the legendary psychic pokemon themself, Mew.
Mage promptly shifted into a bowing position, as Mew was something of a deity to other psychic types, and Mage was no different. This seemed to amuse Mew, who giggled, 'oh there's no need for that now.' They said telepathically, 'I just wanted to cheer you up. You seem dreadfully sad.'
'I am..' Mage said, 'I've spent my whole life looking for love, but there just isn't any out there for me.' 'Of course there is.' Mew said, now floating upside down as they played with their tail, 'who said it had to come from a trainer? You've been trainer yourself for most of your life right?'
It was true. Mage had been trained by his parents as a Raltz until he had become a Kirlia and left his home in the grasslands to explore the world and hopefully find a trainer or a mate. Or both, he'd been hoping. It was as a Kirlia that the whole vicious cycle of being captured and released had started, and he had been forced to train mostly by himself, honing his skills in the wild and becoming powerful on his own.
'Yes, but I don't see what that has to do with anything.' Mage said. 'You're powerful by yourself. You don't need a trainer, you don't even need a human. There are tons of pokemon in the world, and I'm sure a lot of them would like to have a turn with you. Why not try switching roles? Why don't you go looking for a love instead of waiting for them to come to you?' Mew shrugged, 'Just a thought. I'll be off now, if I don't visit Twoey every so often he gets terribly grouchy.'
'Twoey?' Mage asked, though Mew teleported away before answering.
Mage thought about what Mew had said. It was true that he was quite powerful, strong enough to battle entire teams of trainer by himself and win. Maybe he could take the role of trainer himself. It was a strange idea, but so was the idea of one pokemon being released so many times in a row despite being both powerful and willing to listen to orders.
Not wanting to do it there in Hoenn, Mage used teleport. He wanted a fresh start somewhere else, and his teleport was strong enough to take him across the world.
He appeared in the open fields of route one in the Kanto region. He stood up and brushed the dust off of himself, the place really was all dirt and dust like they always said, and after only a few moments of walking had found himself his first encounter, a Rattata.
The power gap between the two was almost comedic, but feeling bad for the poor, cute little mouse pokemon, Mage pretended he couldn't knock out or even kill the Rattata in one attack, pretending to be hurt by the Rattata's tackles and holding back on his own attacks so much it felt like he was barely attacking at all.
But even like this is was only a delay of Mage's inevitable win. The final psy-wave attack knocked the Rattata across the field, leaving him face down his hips up and tail raised from the impact. This made Mage pause as he saw the male pokemon left exposed from the attack. I'm sure a lot of them would like to have a turn with you, Mew had told him, and now as Mage saw the opportunity to finally relieve some stress with someone other than himself for the first time in his life, he lost all ability to hold himself back.
Mage teleported directly behind the Rattata, moving his dress-like bit out of the way to reveal his member, eight inches long and stiff. The size difference between Mage and the Rattata was as clear as their difference in power, but Mage didn't care. If it didn't fit, he could make it.
The Rattata didn't seem to know what was going on at first, confused until he felt Mage's tip line up to his ass. The mouse pokemon whimpered softly, but the Gardevoir rubbed his small body soothingly, 'It'll be alright,' He told the normal type telepathically, 'It might hurt a little, but I promise it'll feel good~'
And with that, Mage jerked his hips forward, penetrating the Rattata's ass and making the mouse pokemon cry out in a loud squeak of pain. He was certain at first that Mage had been lying to him, nearly starting to cry as Mage moaned, thrusting into him as his size stretched out the Rattata's poor anus.
But after the first few minutes, during which Mage struggled not to cum with every thrust, the Rattata began to groan as pleasure began to flow through him along with the pain. Just a little at first as Mage's cock pushed deeper, hilting itself inside of the Rattata's ass, then more, until the pleasure was so much that the Rattata had forgotten it hurt at all, and was moaning loudly, his tail swishing as he felt Mage thrust deeper into him, taking out years of pent up frustration on the eager Rattata's poor prostate, which was being abused roughly to the delight of both pokemon.
Even with how much it had hurt before and how close Mage already was, the Rattata still came first, not having very much endurance. He cried out in bliss, his already tight walls squeezing even tighter around Mage's shaft as he spurted cum onto the ground below.
The added tightness was too much, and Mage came as well. It was the first truly intense climax of his life, and he practically screamed out in bliss as he unloaded rope after rope of thick, hot cum into the Rattata's tight, puckered hole, which sealed up after Mage pulled out, holding all of the seed inside.
Mage fell back, panting hard and eventually drifting into unconsciousness from force of his release.
Mage had been expecting the Rattata to have fled if he'd woken up first. To his surprise, not only had the Rattata been awake first, but he hadn't run off. The mouse pokemon was currently licking Mage's shaft affectionately, evidently wanting to feel it again. Mage grinned, glad he'd taken Mew's advice.
Not sure how many pokemon I'll have Mage catch in each region but it probably won't be too many, as I want to complete this story some time before June XP Also, don't worry, I plan on having most chapters focus more on actual sex than this one did. This was just an intro chapter. And before before start asking me again, my obsession with Rattata's being placed in sexual situations comes from the two comics 'Tale of a Pokemon Brothel' and 'A Wild Rattata Appears'. Go read them both, their awesome.
