~The Curse~

~By Echoh and Legacy of Time~

Ash's road to recovery was long and arduous, especially given how much of a shitshow the mission in Alola had turned into. Ash needed time, and everyone in Interpol knew that. His whole team knew that; his mentors, his Pokemon, his handlers, all of them. He was barely nineteen, after all. Anyone that knew what he'd gone through in Alola and of his inexperience knew that it would be several months before he'd be field-ready again. Extensive therapy was only moderately helpful. It gave him the chance to parse through his mind and the hellish things he'd experienced in his short return trip to Alola.

With the conclusion of his most recent therapy session, Ash found himself alone in his room, once again. While he normally tried to stay out of the boring concrete box that was his living quarters, therapy always left him too drained emotionally. He never wanted to deal with any other humans period afterward.

Flopping down onto the mediocre bed that Interpol had provided him, he flung off his belt and whipped it across the room. As it clattered against the wall harmlessly, one of the few Pokeballs he had strapped to it fell loose, dropping to the floor and opening with a crack.

A flash of light extended out from the sphere and suddenly, Bewear stood in the center of the room. She looked mildly confused, but her eyes caught sight of Ash settled on his bed. A look of surprise was etched on his face at her appearance.

"Bewear?" His voice sounded bedraggled, a far cry from his usual inflection.

The bear tilted her head, taking in the scene. While the room wasn't exactly well lit, what little lights there were to offer had been kept off. Ash shrugged a little as she scanned the room. He clearly didn't want to speak, lying down across his bed with his back to her imposing form.

"You don't need to stand watch or anything. You can go back into your ball, or wander the facility, or whatever you want to do. We don't have training or anything today. I just got out of therapy…" His head pressed hard into the pillow, dragging what little comfort was offered out of the tough exterior.

Ash didn't hear any movement, she seemed to be stock still. 'Maybe she didn't hear me… I guess it doesn't matter.' He only wanted to be alone at this point. The very thought of dealing with anyone only proved to make another wave of exhaustion pass over his spirit. This day had been extremely taxing, and being alone felt like the easiest way to get through it.

Bewear looked to the door, as if contemplating Ash's words before she shook her head. She shifted her attention back to her clearly suffering trainer. Growling softly at his attitude, she hoped to draw his attention outward and away from his thoughts.

"You know you can talk to any of us if something's bothering you, Ash."

It was strange to Ash for him to hear her voice as plainly as he did. Then, though, he remembered that his therapist had given him an experimental device. It allowed him to hear his Pokemon as clearly as humans. He believed that it would be helpful for Ash in this trying time. Especially given that he'd be able to communicate clearly with his team without the need of a Psychic's interference. The young man had dismissively agreed, not thinking anything of the experiment.

Now he was regretting it, especially considering how isolated he wanted to be currently. "I know… But not right now. I just want to be alone." Ash cursed the pillow he was laying on.

'I'm going to have to buy a better one or I'll never get any sleep…'

Bewear stepped forward. "Are you really sure about that? You've been through a lot during the time you've been in interpol."

He grumbled, pulling the covers over his head stubbornly. "Yes, I'm sure. I really just want to not speak to anyone. About anything. I've talked enough today to last a week."

Ash heard a rustling from behind, but nothing else to suggest any movement beyond that. He was tempted to turn around out of curiosity, but that would undermine the point he was trying to make.

"Whatever you're doing back there, could you keep it down? I'd like some quiet time, please…" He settled into a slightly more comfortable position as the bed creaked and a weighty presence made itself known.

"That's fine. I'll be here when you want to actually talk. Because I can tell. You and I both know you need to talk. You just don't want to right now, and that's okay. But you really should talk to one of us."

Ash sucked a breath in between his teeth, exhaling sharply. He chewed on his lip a bit before shaking his head and rolling over, looking to the bed's other occupant. Bewear was seated on the other side, looking over at him expectantly.

"What do you want me to say? You all know what I did in Alola. What we all did in Alola."

Bewear closed her eyes. "Why don't you explain it to me? We've got plenty of time to work through this."

Deep down, Ash knew she was right. He had nowhere to be, and she wasn't likely to give up on him. Bewear was almost as stubborn as he was, now that he thought about it. It was more or less how she'd joined his team, after all.

"Alright, fine. You win. We can talk about it. I know you'll just sit there all menacingly or whatever until I crack, anyway." Ash finished, hearing a rumbling chuckle come from her.

"See, you know me well enough. I won't ask to go through everything. Just talk to me. Whatever's bugging you right now. Just… talk." Bewear rested her paws in her lap, with her head tilted to one side as she met his gaze. Sighing again, he flung the blanket off and sat up on his knees.

"Right… Where do I even start? I mean, while I was undercover with Skull, they mostly had me doing petty crimes, but I was making sure to not hurt anyone directly, if I could… But that wasn't even the problem, I ransacked the house of one of my friends! I held him at GUNPOINT and robbed him!" The words had spilled out faster than he could think to stop himself as his hands went to his hair, gripping at his hair as though he was ready to rip it all out.

"And that's not even including the people I killed! Yeah, sure there's the Rocket grunts that were more or less fodder for their boss. But what about Gozu?! Y'know, that guy that I fought in Aether Paradise? The one that I RIPPED OUT HIS THROAT WITH MY TEETH?! Like a fucking ANIMAL?!"

He slammed my fists down onto the bed in front of him. His chest was heaving by the time his tirade ended, eyes wet with tears threatening to spill out. Bewear watched him with a curious gaze. Her eyes never left him, even during his outburst.

"Do you think that's supposed to change what we think of you, Ash?" Her tone was surprisingly soft, far softer than he'd ever heard from her.

"Why wouldn't it? I'm a fucking monster!" he spat out, screwing his eyes shut when the phrase left his mouth. "I'm just a goddamned heartless murderer." The dam finally broke, tears flowing down his face as Bewear reached over and placed a large, pink paw on his arm. He bit his lip, squeezing his eyes shut as more tears fell, he himself falling silent.

"You're not heartless, Ash. I know full well you've got a big heart in that chest of yours." She rubbed small circles on his arm, smiling gently at him in an attempt to assuage his worries. It did little, as a few minutes after his tirade, he spoke again. His voice was even more dejected this time.

"I feel like with everything I've already done, and the things I'll likely need to do, that I'm not worthy of anyone's love or affection, or attention…" He sighed pathetically, dropping his head. He really didn't want to be touched, but he couldn't bring himself to bother pushing her away. "I just wish I could talk to my mom… She always knows what to say…"

Bewear changed her approach, bringing her paw to the back of his head. Ash felt a light tug as she pulled her trainer suddenly- albeit gingerly- into a hug. "I might not be your mother, but I am- was- a mother." She backpedaled briefly, stroking his raven hair as she continued. "And believe me, you are worthy of love."

"What could possibly make you think that?! GIven everything that I've done, even just on this last mission?! I've hurt so many people!" The tears were flowing freely now, soaking into Bewear's fur as he smacked at her imposing form with weak strikes. "And we both know that the number of people that I'll hurt is only going to get larger…"

"True, but the fact that you already feel guilty speaks volumes about your character. You're worth so much more than you give yourself credit for…" Bewear continued petting his hair, rubbing soothing strokes up and down his back with her free paw as sobs continued to wrack at Ash's frame. "And if I can see that, then everyone else can too."

Ash sniffed loudly, looking up at her. His eyes were swollen and red, tears streaking his cheeks. Bewear's heart squeezed a little, seeing her headstrong trainer looking so pathetic. With a careful claw, she removed her paw from his head, turning him just enough to wipe his tears away.

"You don't need to feel bad about crying, you know. It's normal and frankly, healthy to do so." Bewear kept her voice low. She didn't want to chance any agents with psychic abilities reading her thoughts or speech. Ash's response was surprisingly quick, given his demeanor.

"It's not that… It's just… I haven't felt safe like this in so long, I almost forgot what it feels like."

Curling herself around him, she nuzzled his face. "Shh… Just relax and listen to my breathing." He did just that, laying his ear against her cheek. In doing so, he felt an incurable warmth rush over him.

'This feels right… no, better than that.' Ash didn't know how to fully describe it. He snaked his arms up around the bear's muscled torso, squeezing her tightly as his racing thoughts slowed to a crawl. His fingers brushed across her back.

"That's it, sweet boy. Settle in and get comfy."

It didn't quite tickle, but she thought it soothing in the way his digits combed through her fur. She dragged her flat tongue up his cheek, nuzzling her cheek against his forehead as she began murmuring a soft tune. Bewear shifted her position, scooting up to the middle of the small bed, holding Ash securely in place in her lap all the while. Once she got to where she wanted, she laid back and pulled her trainer down with her, the two of them landing against the bedding with a muted thud.

Ash hummed in response to the change of position, nestling himself against her chest fully, his clothes bunching up from the contact. "Hey, Bewear… you mind if I?" His words were mumbled, but she nodded nonetheless, lifting her arm from around him.

"Go ahead."

With that, the raven haired man sat up, quickly flung off his black shirt. His jeans soon followed, unzipping them and pulling down the comfortable material. Tossing them aside, Ash exhaled in relief as he nestled himself back in his Pokemon's sizable embrace.

"That's better…" He could finally fully appreciate the warmth offered by his companion.

Bewear agreed with a rumble, wrapping her arm around him once more. As the calloused pads of her paws brushed along his shoulder blade, Ash felt a shiver run up his spine, curling himself closer to her.

A second spike of warmth spread like a low flame in his gut. Taking in a heavier breath, he found himself unable to deny that this feeling of safety was turning into something else. Something that he'd felt he already dealt with, with a mystery woman at a bar in Alola. He bit his lip again, groaning softly at the rough pads of Bewear's paws stroking up and down his back.

She was attentive, even as his legs unfolded and his body rubbed up against her own. Bewear felt something poking her belly. A rush of surprise flew through her mind even as this turgid object twitched when Bewear's paw passed over his back again.

"Enjoying this?" Her tone was sincere, not at all teasing, as she continued to massage his back with slow movement.

Shame washed over his face as he looked up at her through his mop of dark hair. This kind of thing never would have crossed his mind normally, but something about the moment's circumstances were different. With a quiet, breathy sigh, he smiled demurely up at his bedmate and nodded.

"Err… Kinda? It feels a little weird, to be honest…" A low rumbling chuckle shook his Pokemon's body, while his own shivered at the sound emanating from her.

"Like you'd never normally think of bedding one of your Pokemon?" She asked, eyes narrowed with an almost teasing smile. Ash found himself biting his lip again, agreeing with her blunt statement as he buried his face in the fur of her broad chest.

"Uh.. yeah… I… I don't know what it is… It's like my body's reacting to how safe I feel with you, or something… Like it wants to release the stress from the last few weeks, but can't find the right way to do so…" The words were falling from his lips almost as freely as the tears had just a few minutes prior. "The woman I'd spent the night with back in Alola was… okay, I guess? But even since then, there's been so much going on… And I don't even know if that would even help me at this point…"

"Would you like to try?"

That certainly broke Ash from his ramblings. "W-wait, what?" He pulled away, staring up at the bear Pokemon with wide eyes and a screwed up face. "What did you say?"

Bewear stopped her ministrations on his back, repeating herself. "Do you want to try and relieve that stress of yours? It's not like you'll need to worry about hurting me or anything. I'm sure that I'm more than capable of taking… well let's call it what it is, any thorough fucking that you could give me."

The convict-turned-agent's face bloomed red at her words. He'd heard her cuss people out before, but somehow hearing her talk about the 'adult' activity made him blush. 'Maybe it's just because my god-awfully exhausted brain actually wants to do those things with her…' And unfortunately that same part of his brain was taking more control the longer he stayed in such close proximity to his admittedly very cuddly companion.

She moved closer of her own volition, rubbing against his noticeably tented boxers. Bewear even felt a wet patch near the tip, spreading it all over her stomach with smooth motions. "Seems at least one part of you doesn't mind the idea." The plush bear didn't mention that she was feeling rather antsy herself. It had been a while since her mate had died. But that was years ago, ancient history at this point.

Taking in a deep breath, she drew herself back to the male in her midst. She smiled at Ash, waiting for an answer that he was clearly too dazed to even think about. So, she instead opted for a more direct approach, brushing his arms away gently.

She pulled her trainer up to the top of the bed, urging him to sit up against the headboard. Once there, she nuzzled up against his boxers, taking in a deep whiff of his musk. Her thighs clenched as warmth pooled in her loins, exhaling warmly against the tented fabric. Pressing her paw to the crotch of his boxers, she fondled his balls between her digits. Hearing a grunt from above and knowing she was making the right moves, Bewear brought out her broad tongue. Lapping at the soaked cloth, mixing in her saliva and his pre.

His manhood throbbed in response and even as he looked down in disbelief, it was happening. "Ungh!" It was a throaty groan of mixed feelings that he couldn't quite make sense of. Getting no form of refusal or denial from him, Bewear continued her oral assault on his arousal, dragging her tongue up the underside of his covered member. All the while, she kept her eyes on his face. She was attentive to every detail as he squirmed under her touch, his glutes clenched in eager anticipation: his eyes were hazy with lust as she continued her torturous ministrations.

She enjoyed his taste, the heady scent of a strapping young stud the likes of which Bewear hadn't experienced in so long, she'd almost forgotten how much she'd missed it. Not that she'd had any partners besides the one, but she still had needs and this was the best time to fulfill those untapped urges. A singular claw took to the band of his boxers, tugging them down with a quick but careful pull. Ash's member smacked her in the nose which, while surprising, dragged a rumbling chuckle from her throat.

"I guess I've still got it."

She brought her muzzle closer, booping the head taking a quick look up at Ash just to see him tense up. His shaky hands gripped a hold of her fringe, pulling her towards his waiting erection. Obliging, she slurped at his tip, relishing the shudders that ran through Ash's body. Before he knew it, she had wrapped her maw completely around his length abruptly. His legs twitched in pleasure as the warm orifice surrounded him on all sides. He was, by all accounts, of average size, at least according to human standards. Bewear easily took his entire length into her waiting mouth, letting her tongue drag against the tender veins the underside of his turgid pole, winking up at her trainer.

His hips shuddered upward, relishing the feeling of her mouth. Tightening his grip on her fringe, he began bobbing her head, doing his best not to let his head fall back onto the pillow in bliss. 'How is she so good at this…?'

Ash met her eyes, noticing the heavy blush upon her cheeks as he shifted his hips back. Cold air would greet him before he shoved right back into her shameless maw. Each pass over, her tongue would greet his cock in a different way, slathering his glans in attention or moving straight to the base. The soft sound of his sack slapping up against her chin filled the room with each thrust he made. His hold tightened on her fringe, particularly during one thrust, as he shuddered harder than usual.

His eyes opened, feeling the spark of heat rush through his body. With hot saliva slathered on his erection, he sped up his thrusts. Every sensation made him want more, and his energy compensated for it. His pace quickened, and Bewear's eyes closed as he started slamming her. As another violent spasm shot through his loins, she reached around to pull his hips into her face. Ash, locked in place and shuddering harder than ever began to unload everything from his pent up balls. Each contraction sent another heavy spurt of his seed straight to the back of her throat, all of which she swallowed greedily.

Releasing his grip on her fringe, his hands fell to his sides as Bewear let his recently spent organ fall from her maw. "Feeling a little better now?" Her tone sounded cocky, confident. Panting from the exertion, it took Ash a moment to respond.

"You… How… How are you so good at that…" The only thing his Pokemon gave in response was a wink as she brought a paw back to his sensitive member. Dragging a digit slowly up his length, she wiggled her brow a little.

"Suffice it to say that I've had my fair share of practice. Not in quite some time, but it's a skill that tends to come back to you pretty quickly. Did you enjoy yourself?"

Ash could only nod mindlessly, shivering again as she caressed his semi soft cock. He could already feel his second wind coming as his manhood twitched upward with her digit. She did her best attempt at kissing the head of it before leaning away. A small wisp of saliva connected the tip and her mouth as it broke apart, dribbling onto his thigh.

"I'm glad. If you're still up for more, I certainly wouldn't mind a second round… If your friend here's any indication, I'd bet so."

Ash nodded almost desperately as he sat up. "How about we switch? I think you'd be more comfortable up here."

His ursine lover smirked up at him. "With pleasure. Scoot over."

The bed squeaked harshly as Ash changed position and Bewear moved her head onto the pillows at the top of the bed, parting her legs so her trainer could climb onto the bed between them. He was right, the bed was at least comfier at the headboard. Not that she minded either way, there were more pressing matters to be dealt with. Her eyes settled on the young man that sat between her muscular thighs. Ash was looking as if he were in a trance, as he got his first look at her dripping entrance.

Juices soaked her inner thighs and the junction of her thighs glistened as pink folds peeked from beneath matted black fur. He leaned down, trying to get a better look. Bringing his hands to the side and prying those lips apart with his thumbs. What greeted him was soft innards that clenched rapidly, as if waiting for someone to give them much needed attention. Soft petal-like folds and a bud at its apex, larger than he'd been used to. Though, he chalked that up to the difference in species, mentally shrugging it off.

"Go ahead, lover, have a taste if you want. Can't promise you'll like it, it's sort of an acquired taste."

That was the question: did he want to? It looked inviting enough, but he'd never really put much thought into doing this before. However, she did him a favor already. It was only right to return the favor. Steeling himself, the young man pushed forward and took a deep breath in. The scent had already mostly permeated the room, but being so close to its origin felt different. It was a heady, earthy scent that filled his nostrils, and a shiver ran up his spine.

It wasn't the kind of thing someone would normally call a 'nice' scent, but with his lust-addled mind, he certainly felt it to be pleasant to smell. With tentative movements, he moved in, drawing his tongue up the rough lips of his lover, looking up over her belly at her face. She was right though, it was an interesting taste.

'Not unpleasant, but definitely unique… Can't say I hate it, though.' With more certain movements, he continued his tongue's journey along her warm folds, exploring every part of her with slow licks.

"There ya go, stud. Though, while I appreciate the intrigue, keep your focus up here~ Feels better here…" With a gentle tap on his cheek, Bewear brought his attention to the center of her nethers, using a single claw to gently pull back a fold of flesh to bare a nub to his view. "Nibble on that for me, lover…"

Shifting his position a little, he met the nub. It was a rather interesting shape, not overly thick, but twitching suspiciously. Another look up at Bewear and he leaned down. He tongued at it lightly, brushing it with a little precision. Ash saw her eyes close and he swore the smallest gasp of pleasure could be heard. He felt Bewear's thighs clench as he delivered another lick that earned a louder gasp, which he took to mean that he'd done something right.

So, why not try a little more? He surrounded the little nub with his lips this time. Sucking on it, which made her muscular legs twitch again as they wrapped loosely around his back. If that garnered a reaction like that. What if he combined his efforts?

Ash sucked the nub between his teeth, slathering his tongue over its tip at the same time. Her strong legs tightened up as a growling "Oh~!" echoed through the room. Soon, he found himself buried in her juicy folds, drawing more of her taste than before. He started squeezing at her thighs, relishing the soft fur of her rear between his fingers. All the while, her rumbling groans shook her body to the core. Yet, it wasn't enough for her.

Bewear gave him a look of appreciation. "You've got a lot of room to grow there, but you're not half bad." She stopped for a moment, wiggling a brow at him as best she could. "That said, though, I'm impatient. I want that dick in me, now."

Something about hearing her talk the way she did set something off in him. Before he could even fully process it, he was on top of her. His rock hard erection sliding against her drenched folds, causing the both of them to groan salaciously as the sensations shot further sparks of arousal coursing through their bodies. Pulling away from the warmth of her arousal, Ash reached down and guided himself into her entrance, feeling her walls clenching around him as he went. A low moan fell from his lips as he felt himself hilt fully inside as her slick thighs made contact with his own.

Ash bit his lip and let out a shaky gasp as he began slow, steady thrusts in and out of his Pokemon's warm, clenched channel. After a few thrusts, though, Bewear reached up, taking his face in her paws.

"Don't be shy. It feels good, but we're doing this to let you relieve some stress and work out some frustration, maybe even anger. I can take the hardest you can give me. Now, buck up, hold those feelings tight, and fuck me. Like this! " As if to accentuate her statement she drew him closer. Bewear flexed her muscles more and gripped his already throbbing erection tighter. Soon, after she wrapped her massive paws around his hips, thrusting his aching pole deep inside her with one swift, forceful motion.

It took everything Ash had not to black out in pleasure at the sudden movement, grabbing onto her shoulders for stability. A wild look came across his face as he grinned. "Your wish is my command."

Bewear could have sworn he'd just been possessed. He planted his knees and slammed his hips into hers swiftly and suddenly. The bed creaked loudly in protest to the duress it was being put under as Ash began throwing his hips weight into her with reckless abandon, plunging into her depths over and over with strong, rapid thrusts. The sounds of his sack slapping against her rear permeated the room. Together with his grunts of exertion and her own growling moans, they harmonized in a melody of lust and passion that was quickly reaching its conclusion.

It took every bit of her willpower to keep her pelvic muscles contracted whilst he continued feverishly molding her snug tunnel to his shape with each thrust. The sheets were drenched in their mixed fluids, but nothing was going to stop him by this point. All the while, he kept his eyes on her and Bewear swore it was as though he was boring into her soul with his feral gaze. It excited her to no end seeing him act so aggressively dominant, taking her as he was. She could tell it wouldn't be long before he'd blow.

Sure enough, she could feel his rod pulsing deep inside her and a few powerful thrusts later, Ash let out a loud groaning "FUCK!" Bewear felt his seed spilling out inside of her, a moan falling from her mouth as he filled her, her own climax quick to follow as their juices mixed and spilled out, coating their thighs in the discharge of their orgasms.

With a heavy gasp, Ash collapsed onto her chest, panting hard as she brought her arms up, enveloping him in a loose, gentle hug.

"How's that, huh? Feel a little better now, Ash?"

Still recovering from that last ditch boost of energy, he huffed heavily. "Ha! Ha! Yeah! A lot better actually!" It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. He could breathe a little easier. The knowledge of what he had done was still there, but maybe not as much of the guilt, anymore. As he lay against her plush chest with a paw on his back, he contemplated his situation. Acknowledgement crossed his mind that if he'd had to do it all over again, there probably wasn't anything he'd change about what he did.

Bewear, to her credit, kept quiet and let him process his thoughts a bit before speaking up. "Good… You feel better and I'm ready for a nice long sleep. You?"

Ash could only nod, exhaustion quickly overtaking his body. Snuggling into her embrace, he grabbed the discarded blanket from the edge of the bed and tossed it over them.

"Thanks, Bewear…"

"Heh, of course, Ash. We're here to help you. It's not your curse to bear alone."

~End of Story~

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