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Chap. 18: Egg/S(x)ample

Adisa groaned as she felt her companion roll her over and flip her onto her back. Then he lifted one knee under his elbow, and shifted in closer. She was still half-asleep, exhausted and sore, but Morley Vaan had recovered faster than she did. He had started on her nipples, and moved that mouth down over several minutes as she slowly roused to the cleft between her legs. She had actually fallen into a raunchy dream where her Machop was doing the same thing with its stubby but powerful hands when a climax washed over her.

When the Team Rocket Captain lined his cock up with her pussy, splitting the brown flesh to reveal bright pink with his tip, she sighed, a bit more awake. "Fuck me," she moaned. He did, and while Adisa knew Morley didn't love her, didn't even really care all that much about her, it was still good. His dick was bigger than that oaf she'd had last, and her boss at least took some pride into making it good for his conquests, too. His hands on her breasts were rough, his body demanding as it stroked in and out of her, but Adisa didn't mind. She actually kind of enjoyed it, how he had the sheer stones to get her to the peak of ecstasy while she was asleep, just in case she'd have said no otherwise, before fucking her.

Once he'd climaxed, the man even had the decency to finish her off again while she cleaned his dick with her mouth, licking it clean of both their fluids. Then Morley informed her, "I've got to report to headquarters to turn in that Zapdos. Legendaries that powerful can occasionally break out of a 'ball, so we have to make sure it's contained. The room is paid up until noon, that's about... three hours. I'll find you when we're ready for another mission, alright?"

"Sure," she mumbled, "I'll see you 'round, M- Morley."

Then he was gone, leaving only a confused, somewhat annoyed Machop, and a frisky, playful Houndour out in the room. As she fell back asleep, Adisa Chuke was not aware that both of the Pokémon had watched the entire exchange of intimacy, and had drawn similar, yet different conclusions about it. One of them, owned by a Team Rocket member previously, thought what Morley had done was good, just, and right. He, as the superior, deserved to take what he wanted from the lower-ranking member of their organization. Besides, she had clearly enjoyed it, so what harm had Morley done?

Machop, Adisa's starter and first Pokémon, felt a little differently. He wasn't necessarily opposed, Adisa was a human, and his Trainer. She could do as she wished. But he didn't like Morley Vaan. The man seemed almost too good. Too kind to Adisa, when he was strict with others. Too powerful. Some of his Pokémon were weak, but Machop knew they were still well-trained... and able to fake being weaker than they were. One of Vaan's Pokéballs, however, they had never seen open. Just looking at it on the man's belt gave the Fighting-type the chills, like it was some powerful Psychic or something. Not that he was afraid. Machop would fight anything that threatened his Trainer. But that 'ball still contained, he was sure, an opponent strong enough to defeat him. Defeat Adisa's whole team, if it came to it. Possibly strong enough to have even single-handedly defeated that abominably powerful Zapdos.

But while Morley Vaan played the capable leader, responsible, and kind to his subordinates, something in his eyes told Machop that the tall man was anything but, at least as far as the last one. He looked on the others coldly. When Adisa faced him, the man looked warm. When she looked away, his expression, the look in his eyes, became something else. Not cold, necessarily, like with the weaker members of the team. But different. Calculating, Machop decided, was a good word. Measuring, watching Adisa. For what, Machop didn't know. But he knew he didn't like it.

Still, what could he do? He was willing and able to fulfill the needs in his Trainer that Morley did, but she saw him as a child. Which, in a way, he was. The younger generation of almost every three-tier evolutionary line was considered the child-like version. But he was still as grown as he was going to get without battle. All Starter Pokémon, according to the Yggdrassil report that Adisa herself had read aloud to him shortly after they had met, were mature.

What that meant, at the time, he hadn't figured out. Now, Machop suspected it meant that, should they want to, a Trainer could engage in mating with their Pokémon from the beginning, with little risk. Yet she wanted Morley, and who was he to disagree? Maybe Vulpix or Geodude, or this newcomer, Houndour would have different opinions when he asked them, but Machop was not about to free them from their balls until they were healed. And that, it seemed, would have to wait until his Trainer woke up again.

Instead, he turned his attention to the new member of their team. "Cho- Chop, Mach- Machop?"

Houndour grinned at his question, tongue lolling out, and belched a little smoke, then whuffed. "Dour."

He wasn't going to start their training yet. Not when the weaker members of the team were so beaten down, and not when training the Dark/Fire-Type would almost certainly wake his tired Trainer. Even if the smell of her arousal was distracting, they could focus on quieter parts of training. Self-control, for one. Tactics and strategy for another.

Houndour, it turned out, was a rather good tactician. He knew that he would lose between them in a straight-up fight, though their strength wasn't that far apart. Typing made a huge difference. Geodude, if it came down to it, would thrash Houndour too, being stronger and of an advantageous Type. Vulpix shared a type, and the Dark type would be neither good nor weak against the vulpine creature. That one, he might win straight-up. But Houndour was also not a fool, and had already started developing plans to neutralize their strength in training matches. Even Machop, which made the more experienced fighter proud. Even if he hated Psychic abilities.

In the bowels of Lab 55, Lieutenant Colonel Gregory Phillips watched the tank containing Specimen RDV closely, much as he had for over a decade. This day, this observation, was not like most of the others, though. The girl once known as Robin DeVerl had been sold to GameFreak by her own family in a trade that had made the military man disgusted to sign off on. But she had been dying anyway, and the family's finances had really needed the money. The Ditto combination had adapted well to RDV, far better than it had to anyone else. And really, he told himself at least daily, what was one girl's life being irrevocably altered in exchange for the potential survival of their entire species?
Nothing, that's what.
This test, though, was different. She was nearly fully grown physically. Slight of form, petite, but with curves that had more than a few lab techs and scientists distracted before they got used to having a nearly-naked girl in front of them every day, with odd, pink hair that currently waved and floated behind her. After all, RDV hadn't had a haircut in almost eleven years. She was probably better educated than most middle-aged professors, thanks to the high-intensity virtual-reality training she underwent for ten to twelve hours a day. Even social niceties and cues had been part of that training, though as he well knew, RDV hadn't actually used her real voice box in over ten years.

He had seen every test, every function of her body so far pass with flying colors. This was the last battery, the one that would prove her potential success... or mark the entire Program 55 to failure. They needed it to succeed. So he watched, a bit more intently.

They knew Specimen RDV ovulated, every 30 days on the dot, no matter what. It was blood-free, and the eggs- a hundred or so at a time- passed out to dissolve in the waste disposal unit. At least, that's what the reports said. Every one, at least every viable one, had been saved for Lab 56's eventual use, should this project come to fruition. Her body was not human, but it was not a Pokémon's, either. RDV was somewhere in between, both more and less than both. Above all else, Lt. Colonel Greg Phillips, Ph.D, thought of her as the future. Maybe not in its current form, because she wasn't human. But the closest thing they would be able to keep alive in a few dozen more generations.

Why was GameFreak responsible for the survival of their species? Well, he could spend weeks and weeks talking about that subject, but he knew they were the best chance humanity had.

They also knew RDV felt sexual pleasure. She was thirteen the first time the team had played a porn simulation over her VR set, and within a month she was masturbating by rubbing her thighs together. A week later, she had started joining in, at least virtually, and Lab 4 had come up with a simple solution: give the girl a waterproof vibrator to help the fun out. So they knew she lubricated, too.

They also knew Specimen RDV could change her body in substantial ways, which was why she wasn't wearing a wet suit or something similar. Making something skin-tight when you can change your volume is... not that useful. True, adaptive fibers might've helped, but the company had decided it wasn't worth the hassle. RDV was an object, property, and had no need for privacy.
That didn't mean several executives from the company weren't here to watch this particular test, though. In fact, it meant there were more.

Phillips was again disgusted at the behavior of the almost uniformly far older men and not a few women who gaped and ogled as the girl's body, not human but equivalent to a sixteen or seventeen year old's, shook as an orgasm approached. Specimen RDV was clearly female, they all knew it, but she could change her body, too.

RDV was shaking in the onrush of her first true virtual blowjob, rather than the touching, and caressing, and watching others she had been subjected to for years. And of course, the vibrating sheath around her penis simulated that nearly perfectly, adding a tactile element beyond what the relatively old VR system hooked up to her tank could provide.

She shook and trembled even more roughly, one foot bouncing off the tank's clear plastic side, and they watched, mostly mesmerized (and more than a few breathing hard, or actively trying to hide their own arousal, the perverts), as RDV's hips bucked up into the vibrating device.

"That's it," one of the techs called, "She's ejaculated. It works!"

"Make sure we get a sample," his immediate supervisor reminded, "we need to know if that's viable, too."

That was a long-standing order, handed down from the top of both Philips' military command, and GameFreak both. Even he was interested to know, and, despite himself, a bit turned on by the idea, too.

He felt like RDV was closer to a daughter he had never had than a specimen, but he was still human. She was almost supernaturally pretty, made that way by the training that had taught her what beauty was, and her ability to assume nearly any form over time. He, after all, was only human.

A few minutes later, the girl's form had resumed moving again as the simulation reset. She could climax again shortly if only because she was a teenager, but they already knew she had testicles and they seemed to work. Checking the viability of RDV's semen was the last thing they needed to do before the real, actual test. A month or more in the same 'beta playtest' several other explorers and unwitting colonizers were undergoing, and then RDV herself, if all went well, would be the first true colonizer on the other side. The first home-grown (so to speak) human (ish) creature to permanently settle there.
All because of Lab 55.

RDV continued to enjoy the pleasure the simulation was giving her, a teenager's refraction, the eroticism of the moment, and the new actual, tactile simulation of having a penis for the first time in the normally entire female's life would ensure they would get plenty of sample material. Plenty of genetic material, from the first true hybrid of a Pokémon and a human.

If that was viable... then they could move to phase two.

And that's what would save their species. So, like many of the rest of the witnesses, he waited for nearly twenty minutes with baited breath until another tech announced, sounding very excited, almost breathless, "S-Sir! We have it! Confirmation coming now... Yes! We have gametosis!"

"Excellent work everyone," Maline Greengrass shouted over the instant cheering, "Excellent work indeed! The Lt. Colonel allowed himself to experience a few moments of much-needed relief. RDV had impregnated a female Pokémon's own gamete. Now they just had to wait on confirmation on a human egg as well. When that call came through a few hours later, Phillips was more exhausted than he could ever remember being after standing in the laboratory for more than thirty hours straight. The final test would have to occur on the other side of the Gate. They couldn't risk Specimen RDV becoming pregnant on this side, just in case. But with two successful children on this side, RDV stood good odds, they all hoped, of being able to work the other way, too. Her eggs were as viable as anyone could hope. Many were already growing in other labs, fertilized by Terran animals, humans, and Pokémon. If they were able to continue breeding, and the traits she carried passed on... then they were going to be okay.
Now, it was just a waiting game. They had to see if the accelerated growth caused mishaps, yes, but it was a proven technology at this point. If Specimen RDV's unknowing offspring were as fertile as she seemed to be... it was going to be amazing.

Lieutenant Colonel Gregory Phillips could not wait to see it.

The first time Alex woke the next morning, he rolled over, expecting the warm, soft, yet firm body of Elle to be next to him. While the bed was warm, it was cooler than it should have been, and far too empty. He opened one bleary eye into the dark room to see their various Pokémon sleeping in their usual tangled pile, and as he listened, the sound of the PMC's shower filtered into his senses. Oh. She's just... showering. I can close my eyes for... for a few...

The second time he woke up, it was to the slamming of their shared room's door. He rolled over and bolted to a sitting position, eyes wide and half-panicked, just in time to catch a rolled up breakfast burrito in the chest. "Eat up, and shower, stud," his traveling companion said, far too perky for this time of day. She moved the rest of the way into the room and immediately started gathering up her scattered clothes from the night before as Alex flopped back down onto the bed with a groan.

"Too early..."

The bed bounced as Elle sat heavily on it, then yanked the blankets off of him. "Hmm... Still got your morning wood, huh? Not satisfied enough with me giving you head last night?"

Alex blushed as the memories came rushing back, along with a tell-tale twitch in his erection. "Sh- Shut up."

"Aww... tell you what, horny man," Elle teased, patting his rod a few times, "If you are a good boy, and sit up and eat, I'll let Gobbler suck you off before we leave. Then we need to get going."

She stood back up as he opened his eyes, and Alex took another moment to glance around their room. Light was coming through the curtains now, and Elle looked ready for travel in her usual shorts and tank top, though her shoes weren't on yet. At the mention of her Bellsprout's name, Gobbler had poked its little head up from the pile of Pokémon and looked over at her.

The thought of an orgasm at the Pokémon's hands, or mouth, or whatever it was, sounded amazing... but still a little weird for her to talk about so openly. Still, an orgasm was an orgasm, and it seemed clear Elle wouldn't be repeating her performance of the night before. For a few seconds, worry, or maybe outright anxiety, that she hadn't enjoyed it, or regretted it now in the light of a new day, washed over him but Alex quickly quashed that. The girl was not so mature as to easily fake her good cheer if she was upset. He levered himself to his elbows, then back to lean against the headboard as he picked up the still-warm burrito and started unwrapping it from the yellow paper.

"Go on then, Gobbler," she instructed the green and yellow Grass-type, "go get your breakfast."

Alex sighed a few moments later as the creature's soft lips closed around his head and started bobbing at once. It was even weirder to enjoy it while he was otherwise doing something perfectly normal and non-sexual, but the strangest part for him over the next few minutes was Elle's actions.

She wasn't even paying that much attention to him, or Gobbler, when she had been most interested in it just a few days earlier. More, the girl seemed to be focused on actually getting ready rather than having fun or getting either of them off. It seemed very out of character. Still, the Bellsprout felt amazing, and Elle had starting waking and feeding both their Pokémon while he had his dick eaten and filled his mouth at the same time, so Alex did his best to ignore it.

Finally, once he'd spurted his load, Elle picked up her Bellsprout, leaned down to lick a bit of dribbling semen from his cock, and then kissed him with a devilish grin. "Come on, up and at 'em. Shower fast."

"Okay, but what's gotten into you? You're a bit eager to go," and popped the last bite of his breakfast into his mouth.

"Oh... I just had an idea last night while I was lying awake, thinking about how good your cum felt in my stomach," she giggled, almost shyly. He could tell it was an act, but that didn't mean her words were a lie. "Go, seriously. I'm not fucking you until we both have a Badge, so get on with it. Uh- don't be surprised if we don't hurry straight to Pewter, though. We both have a couple of Pokémon that are good against a Rock Gym, but it'd be better if we caught a third just in case, and trained them all up some. Plus, uh... you know, I want a detour just to explore."

Something about the way she said the last part caught Alex' attention as he started undressing, the bathroom door still open.

But as much as he might have wished Elle would join him, or even peek, she did no such thing, forcing him to focus on cleaning himself quickly.

At least the thought of catching and training more Pokémon was a good motivator, even if the events of the night before had made him wonder if spending all day in the nude with his younger companion wasn't worth waiting for anyway.

It took the pair nearly three hours to walk out of Viridian City, following a wide cement path that snaked back and forth between three hundred and about eight hundred feet to the left of a major road. It was the first one they had really seen since entering the game, and even then it was just a four-lane with occasional vehicle traffic. As they walked, the business of downtown slowly gave way to smaller shops and restaurants, little mom-and-pop places that would have been shockingly familiar if Alex and Elle had lived two or even three hundred years earlier.

Most of their Pokémon teams, twelve in all between them now, circled around the pair of Trainers as they moved. Some stayed close, like Cock, Lingus, and Gobbler. Others like Surtr, Alex's new Ponyta, Kole, Elle's Growlithe, and Nike, her Pidgey, ranged far, dashing or fluttering around the group, literally running circles around them as they explored every nook and cranny of the long, park-like space the path moved through. Loki, her Ghastly, and Sappy, his Oddish, kept something of a middle distance. They seemed interested in what the other more rambunctious Pokémon were doing, especially the barely-visible Ghost-Type, but the Grass-Type was still scared to travel too far from Alex, and he suspected Loki just wanted to be involved in everyone's business at once.

They each had two Pokémon in their battle teams that were not walking openly. Their Water-Types, a Horsea and a Remoraid, would not be happy this far from water, so they were kept in their balls. For the last two, other arrangements were simply necessary. In Alex's case, it was because his Larvitar, Spike, was a mean, spiteful creature who clearly had not wanted to be captured in the first place, and was still bitter about it. He hated Elle especially given the circumstances of their meeting, where she had literally tripped over him. Elle's last Pokémon, her new Drowzee, Morpheus, was one she hadn't let out since capturing him. Neither of them were sure how the heavy-set, yellow and brown 'mon would react, so she had decided to leave him in his ball until they got out of town to minimize any property damage.

At least, Alex mused as they walked hand-in-hand, Elle occasionally mentioning some new thing that she had seen but otherwise mostly staying quiet if visibly cheerful, their Pokémon were about as smart as pre-teens, and wouldn't just wander off for no reason. Even their two Fire-Types, the most recent captures they had out and just a couple of days in all-told, stayed with the rest of the group aside from indulging in their wild curiosity about the civilized world.
They had lunch from a small road-side vendor who seemed to have set up just to get the traveling Trainer crowd a little after noon, then left the group eating in the park around him behind, their trash carefully tucked away as the last of the houses started to thin out and disappear. The paved pathway narrowed more and more, eventually giving way to gravel, then dirt, though that seemed to continue on indefinitely before passing into the hills and trees of the northern Viridian Forest.

From there, Elle took the lead in guiding them off the main path, following one smaller trail which forked, then forked again, and then a third time. That smaller trail, which had forced Surtr and Lingus to follow behind the humans as it grew narrower, eventually ended at a small meadow between two forested hills, through which a creek flowed, half-hidden by long, tall grass. "Perfect," Elle murmured, sparing a glance to an old, half-buried fire pit someone had ringed with stones and set up a few rocks and logs around, and a flat spot large enough for several tents, or a couple much larger ones.

"Huh. I guess we aren't the first to come through," Alex pronounced, looking around. He stepped to the fire pit, shrugging off his pack, and crouched down, holding his hand over the gray ashes. "Still a little warm- I bet they only left this morning, maybe the day before."

"Makes sense," Elle agreed, slipping her own pack off too closer to the flattest spots, "This grass is all bent still. Get us a fire going, and I'll start pulling out our tents."
"You want to stop here? We've still got a few hours of daylight."

His glance back at his party member revealed her stepping closer as her thin tank-top was raised over her head, then casually tossed onto her shoulder. He blinked, eyes locked on her small, bra-clad chest and bare stomach. "Uh..."

"Yes, I want to stop here," Elle giggled as she arrived next to him. "Stop gawping, and get moving. The sooner camp is set up, the sooner we can train. The sooner we get done training, the sooner we can have... fun."

He swallowed, his cock already swelling. Just the night before he'd gotten his first actual blowjob from the girl, and now she was going to tease him like this? Alex grunted, his eyes narrowing as he turned to his pack and started checking the pockets for his fire-starter kit. "It's seriously a wonder I haven't thrown you down and fucked the shit out of you."

"Yeah, well, maybe if you were a better Trainer I wouldn't have been able to stop you," Elle teased, blowing him a kiss as she crouched next to his pack and started untying the tents when he was done with it.

Forcing himself to focus on the task at hand, Alex quickly got a small fire going, set up some water he had carried to boil, and filled his Trainer-Kit supplied water purification kit so they would have more later. As a person from Pacific Mega-City it was very strange, even weeks into the game, to be able to drink water from the ground (purified or not), but it was even more strange to need to. At least the cities and towns had running water, but there was so little wild land left in the real world that being able to hike and even see more than a few trees at a time was the province of the very wealthy, people beyond even his father.

Just being here, among the forests of Kanto, was astounding. Being there with the clean air, the grass, the small stream, the clouds... it was all he could have wanted. Add in a childhood fantasy made, for all intents and purposes, real in Pokémon? It was a hundred times better, and seeing his partners and Elle's prance around as they explored the little prairie was literally a gift to his soul.

And Elle herself...

He knew she wasn't the typical definition of a perfect girl, figure-wise. Slight, almost waifish, slender, with barely any boobs, but she was gorgeous to him. Not just because she was probably more perverted than he was, though that helped, but just her radiant outlook on life. At least, life in the game. He had limited experience with her in the real world, but even then she had been one of the happiest people he'd ever met, like she just refused to let the misery the common people of the world's Mega-Cities lived get her down.

It was far more attractive than he could put words to.

Add in the experience of last night, too, and it was another layer in what was quite possibly the most dangerous, yet most fun, dimension of their probably too-complicated relationship.

But it was one he was growing increasingly happy to explore along with her.

Once their water for dinner and at least a cloth-bath was heating and their future drinking water being cleaned, Alex moved to helping Elle set up the tents. They were half-way done with erecting one, his, and had hers laid out when she threw the spike and hammer she was holding onto the ground, and muttered, "Fuck it," before lifting up her wrist-mounted Pokégear. "Yggdrassil, what's the weather going to be like tomorrow? In this location."

He blinked, astounded at how easily he had forgotten modern conveniences like real-time weather forecasts simply because he wasn't surrounded by buildings all the time. The watch's hologram emitter lit up after a brief moment, showing a bright, 2-d image of the area overhead, as seen from near orbital heights. A moment later, over that, some white wisps appeared. Then, the same cool, flat female voice they had heard for the first time when selecting their Starters announced, "The weather in the Viridian City region will be about two degrees hotter than today. The skies will be clear with faint, high clouds. The high will be approximately twenty-five degrees, and the low eighteen degrees. A light wind from the southwest is expected, with gusts up to five kilometers per hour. Do you want more information?"

Elle looked like she was about to say no, but Alex jumped in, "Will it stay clear all night, too?"

A moment later, the system responded, "The weather in the Viridian City area is expected to remain clear for three more days. A storm system is expected to bring light rain for two days following that."

"Thanks," Elle grinned, then looked up at him, "No tents?"

He chuckled, tossing the pole he was holding onto the tent, too. "Sure, I guess."

Elle's smile widened, "Awesome. Let's get to training, then! You ready?"

"Sure."

He followed her past the camp and out to the center of the clearing, and after she released Squirt, her Horsea, he let out Shooter the Remoraid too. Both eagerly splashed into the creek, and soon were splashing each other. Shooter was quiet, occasionally spitting streams of water at Squirt like a very weak Water Gun move, while the Horsea returned the favor with high-pitched squeals that sounded a lot like a child's laughter if it were underwater.

Elle took the lead again, and called out to their Pokémon, "Hey, all of you, come here! We're gonna do some training!"

To her credit, all of their extant Pokémon immediately started heading for them. Some bounded over the grass, some charged through, one flew high over, swooping down, and the littlest ones weaved their way along until they were close enough to listen. Even Alex's Pokémon seemed happy to obey a command from Elle, and he wondered if hers would do the same for him.

"Come over so you're all on one side," she giggled, gesturing those further from it toward the creek, while she stepped back. She tugged Alex along beside her, and in just a few more seconds she was able to address the whole group at once. "Alright, some of you have met Spike, Alex's Larvitar, but most of you don't know Morpheus, my Drowzee. Today we're going to start with a meeting. Spike is rough, he might try and fight. If he does, I want you guys to show him he's not in charge. Alex is in charge of him, and if not him, then me, and then Cock. Is that right, Alex?"

He nodded, impressed by how much she seemed to have been planning this moment. He wasn't sure he even wanted to use the Larvitar, but he also knew Tyranitar, its final evolution, was quite powerful. It would, hopefully, be worth the work to bring the rebellious 'mon in line. Elle grinned over at him again and chirped, "Let's do him, first. If there's a problem, I'd rather not have to deal with both of our other ones at once."

"Right," Alex agreed, his fingers closing around the last Pokéball on his left side. He tossed it out, smiling himself, if a little trepidatiously, at the chance to be cheesy. "Get ready to rock, Spike!"

Green-gray light flared in the clearing, barely visible in bright sunlight, before the Larvitar appeared in the center of the group. Surrounded on all sides by humans and ten other Pokémon, it immediately assumed a defensive posture, one scaled lip curling upward in an arrogant sneer. "Lar! Larvi, La-Itar!"

Alex took a last look at Elle, who gave him a reassuring nod, then crouched down, bringing himself within a couple inches of Spike's own eye level. "Hey," he said, trying to keep his voice calm and level, "You probably remember that I'm the one that caught you."

"Taaarr," it growled, a low, threatening sound that rumbled in the creature's throat almost like a lion's roar, though it nodded at the same time.

"Well, I'm sorry that I had to do that," he continued, "but you were threatening someone I care about. You did hurt my friends."

"Tar," it announced, flexing one stubby, clawed arm, then sweeping it across it's chest dismissively. His other Pokémon, Cock and Lingus more than the others, huffed, puffing up quills or their bodies to appear more intimidating themselves.
Spike seemed completely unimpressed by the display, his mouth sneering again, even more pronounced than before.

"They're going to be okay with you," Alex told it firmly. He was starting to suspect being too calm and passive was just not going to work on a willful creature like his Larvitar. "They are, because you are on the same team. You're one of us. I know you didn't want to be caught-"

Here, the green, dinosaur-like Rock-Type Growled, and he felt the tremble in his bones as it used the actual move on him, but Alex refused to be intimidated. He'd beaten Spike with less, and it was in a very disadvantageous position right now. It could bluster all it wanted, he was going to win. He wanted to be nice, he wanted to break it in gently, or at least not have to break its will like a trainer would with a horse. But he would if he had to.

"Alright, you little punk," he growled, reaching out suddenly to grab the Pokémon by its namesake horn. It immediately started to struggle, swiping at him, snarling and spitting, but its arms were to short to reach the top of its head, much less the middle of the stone spike. It bucked next, then tried kicking him, but with a second hand on the horn, he was strong enough- just barely- to hold it in place. With a slight grunt of effort, he lifted it off the ground too, removing it from all it stability.

Almost at once, the creature's body went limp and still, but its eyes glared at him hatefully. He slowly moved it a little closer, and he saw Spike get ready to kick or swipe at him the moment he got in range, but Alex was more than ready for it. He stopped just outside of what he knew the Rock-Type's reach would be. "You may not like me. That's on you. I've got nothing against you, though. I just know you can hurt my friends, so I'm being... careful. You'd lose if you tried to fight. Especially since I only have to return you to your ball. And you know it. Just look around you."

Spike glared, but Alex physically spun the horn, which slid just a little as he changed grip, until it had made a slow circle of the group. Facing him again, he leaned just a little closer, "Now, here's how it's going to be. You have two choices: You can fight me every step of the way, and I'll use every technique I can find to make you respect me, Elle, and our other Pokémon... or you can play nice, and get the same rewards, treats, and time to run around and explore as everyone else."

It was quiet, aside from their collective breathing and the slow gurgle of the creek, for more than three minutes. Then he watched Spike's left eye move to Cock, and it grumbled, "Larvi?"

His Starter sniffed, "Nido," almost dismissively.

The two continued to communicate in short bursts in their own strange, name-based language for over a minute, then two, and the conversation, purely between the two, eventually began to spread with other Pokémon from their teams chiming in.

When it seemed, thankfully, that violence was not imminent, Elle piped up quietly, "Maybe this would be a good time to bring out Morpheus? If- If he isn't Rebellious by nature, then maybe my Drowzee can help...? You know, doing... that thing they do?"

Alex dared to take his eyes off the Pokémon he still held off the ground for only a moment, but he glanced at Elle in confusion. She shot a significant look toward his Larvitar, then held up a hand in front of her face with her finger pointing down. It swung back and forth several times... And he got it. "Oh. Oooh... yeah, that's- probably a really good idea. I don't know if it'll work, but it can't hurt, right?"

"Right. Alright, Morpheus, come on out!"

Spike was the only Pokémon who flinched at the sudden arrival, in sparkling glimmers, of the much larger Drowzee. It looked around at the other Pokémon around it too, but spent the most time looking at Elle.
"It's really weird, looking at a Pokémon like that, and just knowing it's thinking dirty things about you," Alex muttered.

"Heh, like Trainer like Pokémon," Elle giggled, then leaned down with her hands on her knees, taking care to still stay back from Spike, "Hi, Morpheus. I'm Elle, and I'm your Trainer. You remember me, right?"

"Dro- Drow. Zee."

"Well, just like our other friends, we're a team, now. And Pokémon who behave," she shot a clear look at Spike, "get rewarded. They get... more food, play-time, and cuddles."

Spike snarled.

"If they want them," she added, smirking at the Rock-Type, "and maybe other fun stuff, too. Gobbler here loves 'other stuff'. So does Lingus. Right, little lady and bigger lady?"

"Bell! Spro-Sprout, Bell!"

"Ling," the Lickitung added to the almost inaudible chirp of the Grass Pokémon, its tone more lascivious than anything else, as it eyed Elle, too.

In less than two seconds, the Psychic-Type had made a decision, it seemed, for it nodded three times, "Drow! Drow-row, rowzee!"

Elle cocked her head, and Alex saw her look over Cock's shoulder for a moment. "Loki, uh... I guess he says that was an agreement. That's... super weird. We've communicated, but never in more than like, base emotions...? I didn't even know Ghost-Types could do that. This was... weird. More like... an echo of a yes? Or something? The feeling of that...? It's the best way I can describe it, sorry."

"Ghast," the barely-visible ball of ectoplasm blurted out, making Alex and Spike both jump along with most of the rest of their Pokémon. Then he heard it cackling with amusement, which was probably its goal in the first place.

"Loki," Elle giggled, "You're silly. Well, thanks, Morpheus. Now, how about..."

The next three hours passed in the blink of an eye to Alex. He had helped Elle organize their teams into pairs, with Loki and Cock working against each other as their Starters, but also guiding their owner's newer party members in... something. It was clear that the AI that guided Pokémon actions defaulted to them having some form of battle awareness and skill, because even the generally non-aggressive Oddish was able to dodge, weave, and strike back against Gobbler. The Water- and Fire-Types were good matches for each other of course, naturally resistant to their own damage types. The strangest pair were Pidgey and Lickitung. Nike could indeed fly, but didn't have the speed or strength to get completely out reach of Lingus' tongue before it lashed out, so they were a surprisingly good fit against each other. The Flying-Type focused on dive-bombing or other aerial attacks, while Lingus, ground-bound, could only throw objects toward the bird, try and grab it with its tongue, or catch it with a whip-like lash.

But Spike and Drowzee... that was an entirely different animal altogether. Under the watchful eye of their Trainers, and guided (sometimes roughly, in Spike's case) by Loki and Cock, the two entered something of a stalemate rather quickly. Morpheus was hardy, bulky, and slow... but had the abilities common to most weaker Psychics, like Hypnosis and Confusion. Poison Gas wasn't that effective, though Alex was amused by the creature making a fart-like noise from its stubby, elephantine trunk while the purple mist poured out. Disable was something Spike found most annoying from the start, because for most of the three hours the group trained, it was unable to move enough to hit Morpheus with its powerful Bite. Sandstorm was useful, yes, but the Drowzee was hardy enough to shrug it off after a few minutes, barely weakened. Growl, Leer, and Screech would have been effective, perhaps, if it could directly attack the larger Pokémon at all. But with its legs locked in place, even the slow Psychic was able to stay well out of range of everything except the blowing sand and dust kicked up by the local storm.
By the end of the Training, Alex could see that his Larvitar was beyond frustrated, it was furious. Not just at its effective 'loss' against the supposedly weaker Drowzee (their 'dexes registered them at the same level, thirteen, but he doubted his monster thought that meant they were 'equal' in any way). No, he thought it was probably frustrated about being captured in the first place, more or less forced to obey him and his Pokémon by, well, actual force. Worse, it hadn't landed one solid hit on the Drowzee. So he hadn't been defeated, he had been humiliated.
Alex couldn't blame him for being so frustrated.

Finally, though, Elle, who had made dinner for the last half hour of their training, called it to a halt. "That's it, guys! Back off, training is done! Come get some dinner!"

Most of both groups immediately stopped what they were doing. Drowzee did, too, giving a contemptuous sniff in his opponent's direction, then turning his back on the smaller Pokémon.

"Damn," Alex muttered, "that's gonna sting your pride..."

He started walking, not toward the group or his companion, but the Larvitar, which had quickly been left behind by the others. When he reached it, the green Pokémon hadn't taken a single step. Instead, it stood, back slightly hunched, head bowed, arms limp at its sides though its little paws shook and clenched in bottled-up anger. Alex glanced back at the camp as he neared it, and held up a hand when Elle looked his way. She nodded, then turned her attention to feeding their team.

Alex, on the other hand, took a chance. He dropped into a cross-legged, vulnerable position less than two feet from the Larvitar. It didn't move, but he knew that even a Rock-Type would be fast enough to cause serious damage to him like that, if it chose to. He was displaying vulnerability, and he hated it. Being his father's son, he'd always had to be strong. Show the world what the Ward family name meant. Pride, strength, ownership. Not of the world or anything, but what they did. Of their decisions. He had resented his father drilling that into him in his youth. But it had made him strong and resilient now. More than that, he had learned an even greater lesson. When you fall down... get back up. If you stumble, keep trying. It was one that he was glad he knew.

"You hate that feeling, don't you? Weakness."

His Pokémon didn't move, didn't show any sign that it had even registered his words, though its right paw tightened a bit more.

Alex sighed, "I do, too. You're probably used to being the best. The toughest, smartest, strongest Pokémon around, right? Well, I don't blame you. When we met, you were the strongest Pokémon we'd ever fought. I remember what it took to capture you. You almost destroyed both our teams, all by yourself."

"Tar," it growled, and repeated the same slashing or swiping motion, as if dismissing his claim. Its voice trembled, along with its lower, scaled lip.

It was a strangely human-like expression of emotion, and one Alex felt he could relate to very well. "I know it sucks holding yourself back, too. I've been there. But it's okay to release that emotion. Try, uh, to do it in a healthy way. Don't attack your friends. Because they- we are your friends. We're on your side. We want you to be stronger, too."

"Tar!"

The roar was startlingly loud in the evening air, and behind him, Alex heard the chatter and play of Elle and the other Pokémon go quiet in surprise. They were probably worried Spike would attack him. But Alex wasn't. No... he thought he understood, now, where the creature was coming from.

It was scared.

Just like he had been, back when he was a kid.

… Like he was now, sometimes.

It might indeed have a Rebellious Nature, as his 'Dex listed, but he recognized far more than that in the little creature. Slowly, Alex held out a hand, palm-up, halfway toward Spike. "If you want, you can come eat. No one will think-"

"Arvi, Lar- Larvi," it groaned, almost sounding like a sob, and he saw its head droop even more.

"Sorry, I don't know what you said," Alex forced a chuckle, "but if it was 'they think I'm weak, how can I show my face', the answer is... they don't. I promise. They remember. You saw how Lingus and Cock- that's my Lickitung and Nidoran- reacted. They were worried, really worried, you were gonna attack us again. We're a lot stronger, and they were still worried. Sure, that Drowzee had you pretty nailed... this time. But it can only keep you from doing one move, right? So what we need to do is teach you another one, something stronger than Sandstorm. Way stronger than Leer. With two moves, maybe three, that you can attack with? Even a second Dark-Type move, which it's weak against? You'd smash him to pieces. He knows it, I'm sure."

His Pokémon was quiet for a while longer, but he saw that same paw slowly unclench, and then the other one too. "Tar?"

"I'm pretty sure, yes," he chuckled, taking a guess and lifting his hand again, "Come on, what do you say? Get some food in you, have a good night's sleep. In the morning, maybe we'll do some more training. Against different pairs- we gotta shake it up, after all. Then, when you go up against Morpheus again, we can watch you give him a pounding. Sound good?"

He was hoping Spike would take his hand, shake on it, maybe. Instead, it slapped him, almost like it was giving him 'five', then started walking. It didn't approach the camp with head held high, as he hoped. But it walked in anyway, keeping a wary, cautious eye on the others.

No one batted a single eye as they shifted to the side to make room, and as Elle gave it a kind, happy smile when she held out a small container of Rock Rubble, the Type-specific food he was most suited for.

He spent the next hour as they all relaxed ignoring all attempts by the others to socialize in the way that only Pokémon can, but as it happened around him, he slowly started to relax, too. Alex was sure the Larvitar's guard didn't come down completely. He knew his wouldn't have- it still wasn't. But it did lower a little.

He was watching Spike closely.

That was the best explanation he had for why he didn't notice the look Elle gave her Drowzee. "Alright, Morpheus- blast him!"

Alex looked up in shock and surprise at the yellow Pokémon.

That was a mistake. Its eyes flashed pink-white... and he felt it. It. Arousal such as he hadn't felt in... days. Weeks. Years. He wanted... no, he needed to cum, by any means necessary.

"Elle," he groaned, "Wh- What did- what did you do...?"

"Nothing," she grinned, and he was struck by the need to grab her, tear off his clothes and hers, shove his cock, already growing fully hard in his pants, into that smug little mouth, fuck her throat until he fed her a dessert of his cum. "I just had him Hypnotize you and a couple of our friends, that's all. To help ease the group together... a bonding exercise."

"Fuck," he groaned, "Please... come- come do... use your mouth, fuck. Or Gobbler. Lingus, get- get over here, and-"

None of them moved. His team were traitors, ignoring his need!

He had to cum. Cum, and cum again!

Alex didn't realize he had removed his own clothes until his hand fell on his raging erection.

Gobbler had taken an excited, viny step toward him, but a hand gesture from Elle had it stop in its tracks. "No," she giggled, "I want to do it for you. I'm going to make you feel really good, Alex... as soon as you do it to me, first."

He could only watch, utterly transfixed, as the girl quickly removed most of her clothing and stood before him. Then she stepped over to the sleeping backs she had zipped together, all unrolled right now, and lay down on it, her legs wide open with her knees in the air. "I'm ready to let you eat me out, stud. Show me what you got. Uh... no sex, yet. I promise, really so-"

He was already on her, and her words were cut out with a squeal of delight as his tongue set to work, one hand already pumping his shaft too.

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