Chapter 68 –Reversal

Viridian Forest, Kanto Region…

Returning from late night at the Pokémon Nursery in Alola, to the region of Kanto, and the forests of Viridian in the early hours of the morning, where our heroes, Ash, Pikachu, Ashachu, Charizard, Dragonite and Zacian were still fighting Team Rocket and their mysterious black Moltres.

Moltres had tried to use its powerful hurricane attack to blow our heroes away but had been stopped when Zacian had launched at it with a close combat attack. But that left her open to be struck with drill peck. Which Zacian had responded to by biting down on its neck.

And now, exhausted from their fight. Zacian and Moltres stood looking at each other. They were each panting heavily, their bodies covered in scars and bruises from the fight…

"Every night Zacian…Every night they come for me and they hurt me…Mwhahahaha…"

It was impossible to tell whether the large black legendary bird was laughing, crying, or screaming, or some combination of all three. The sound from its beak was terrible. The expression on Zacian's face became more and more pained with every squark.

"I'm sorry Moltres," she cried. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for what's been done to you. But…I can't let you hurt my friends."

"You're f-f-friends," Moltres cackled. "What about Rai-Rai. He was your friend. What happened to him! Or…" A malevolent gleam appeared in his eyes. "Charizard. What about Charizard. He was your friend. More than a friend. He loved you and you let him die…"

"Stop it," Zacian growled, the pity and guilt in her voice now replaced by anger. "Don't…Don't talk about him like that. Just don't…"

"Oooh a nerve," laughed or cried Moltres, flapping his wings manically. "the nerve, the nerve, the nerve…"

"Moltres, stop babbling and use Fiery Wrath," shouted an increasingly irritable Jessie.

At her word, Moltres rose up, flapping his wings and a burst of fire like aura erupted from his body. Everybody braced themselves for the impact and Ash shouted, "Charizard Flamethrower. Ashachu and Pikachu, use thunderbolt."

"Moon blast," shouted Zacian.

The wave of black flames was met by a jet of flame from Charizard's maw, a massive lightning bolt from the two rodents and a bright pink bema of energy from Zacian…and a golden Hyper Beam from Dragonite at the other corner of the clearing.

And the world turned white…

[Pokémon]

Meanwhile, in the Alola Region…

Concentrate Hunter…Don't take your eyes off your opponent…

That was what Lucario had said. What he always said every time Hunter battled. Hunter licked his lips nervously as he eyed up his opponent. Across the small battlefield Blade winked at him, the evil grin on his face enough to send a shiver down Hunter's spine.

"We could always give the same thing a try…If you dare."

Hunter wasn't entirely sure why he'd decided to dare. Curiosity…A desire to live the same experiences as Ashachu, and to get to know Blade better…The effect of the drink perhaps…Or just overstimulated by the sight of Nidoking and Incineroar and Blade's tales of tormenting Ashachu.

Of one thing he was sure of though – he wasn't going down without a fight. It Blade was going to claim him as a prize, he would have to work hard to win it.

"Fight…fight…fight…" Like they had for Nidoking and Incineroar, the other Pokémon had gathered around and started to chant.

"On your marks…"

Blade raised his claw to his face and gave his right a lick, his grin widening. Hunter bared his teeth, raised his own paws, and spread his legs.

"Get set…."

'Focus,' he told himself. Blade fought on pure instinct, whereas he did not. But could he turn that to his advantage?

"GO!"

Hunter looked right back at Blade, returning his evil grin with a smile of his own. He had the answer – he knew what he was going to do. Not taking his eyes off Blade, he lowered his paws, so they were at chest height and took a step backward.

Blade raised his eyebrows, then licked his lips before launching himself at Hunter. There was a great "ooh" from the crowd. Hunter raised his claw to strike, and at the same time Hunter struck out with his own force palm attack.

The collision of their paws created some recoil, and Hunter felt the pain in his shoulder, but he stood his ground. And to his great satisfaction, he felt Blade stumble backwards from him. Blade made a pained groan but managed to keep himself from falling over.

"Ho-ho, nice one Hunty," said Blade when he's regained his balance. "But that was just a warmup! Yah!"

But Blade quickly realised that something was different from the last time he'd fought Hunter. The Riolu this time just stayed in one spot, striking out with force palm every time he attacked.

Soon they were each staring at the other, panting heavily, their bodies covered with little cuts and scars. But Blade had no time to contemplate what Hunter was doing – his mind was focused on one thing. Hit hard and knock Hunter out as fast as he could.

But as Blade continued to throw himself at Hunter, again and again, swiping at him with his claws, some hits landing, others being knocked back by Force Palm, something unexpected happened. The ground around Hunter burst with a wave of orange energy, which surrounded his body.

Blade's widened in surprised… "What the," he mumbled, "Didn't see that one coming!"

Hunter grinned at the Sneasel, as he felt the power surge through his body. "Ha-ha…Oh yeah, I did it. It worked." Before he'd had been feeling exhausted, fatigued, the damage from being attacked by Sneasel. "Now…Prepare to be defeated Sneasel!"

Now his strength had returned. The roles had reversed; Blade was the one staring wide eyes, as Hunter smiled evilly, before licking his lips and launching forward, his paw raised ready to strike….

[Pokémon]

"Rahwa!" Charizard was the first to come to his senses. There was a terrible pain in his right shoulder and wing, and it hurt when he put weight on his arm to push himself up. But that wasn't important right now.

What was important was the little yellow rodent lying underneath him. Curled into a ball, his fur matted with dust and dirt, but otherwise looking unharmed…Thank Arceus.

"Ashy," He grunted. "You, okay?"

To Charizard's great relief, Ashachu turned himself around and lifted his head. "I think so. What in the distortion world!"

"Zard." Charizard breathed a sign of release, and gave Ashachu a few good licks, bathing the Pikachu with his tongue and managing to wash off most of the dust. Ashachu clambered back to his paws, shaking to get the excess Charizard saliva out of his pelt.

Satisfied that Ashachu was safe and healthy, Charizard drew himself up onto his feet, mercifully taking weight off his injured arm. He surveyed his surroundings. Ash, Pikachu, and the others were all doing the same thing, getting gingerly back to their feet and paws, and dusting themselves off.

All except Zacian, who hadn't moved. She was standing in the middle of the clearing, her fur ruffled, and she was breathing heavily, but otherwise she seemed unharmed. But where was Team Rocket. He craned his neck skyways and saw the familiar star light glint among the blue clouds. The tell-tale sign of a blast off.

It was Pikachu who spoke first… "What…THE HELL…Was that about it." He was growling, his body shaking as he jumped free from Ash's arms and walked over to the large wolf like Pokémon. "You want to tell us Zacian…"

"Hmm…" Zacian looked over her shoulder and then down at the electric mouse, taken aback by the look of outrage on his face.

"Who was that Pokémon? What were they doing with Team Rocket? What in the name of the Original One was that machine…"? He was practically screaming at her; his voice had gone so high.

Zacian let out a long low sigh. "They call it the Prize Master. It's used to store and transport Team Rocket's Pokéballs to where Team Rocket Grunts need them. The balls inside are modified Team Rocket Pokéballs. The Pokémon inside can't escape from them." She sucked in her cheeks and bowed her head, ashamed. "It's a prison ship."

"A prison ship," Pikachu repeated. "Really….And Team Rocket put that Pokémon in there…You put that Pokémon in there?"

"His name's Moltres," said Zacian sadly. "He is one of the three bird guardians of the Galar Region. Articuno and Zapdose are the other two."

"We've seen Moltres before," Charizard grunted. "Moltres is a fire type like me, with golden plumage and fiery wings. That looked nothing like Moltres. What have Team Rocket done to him,"

"That's because he's Galarian Moltres. Sounds like you met the Kanto Moltres. They're cousins. In my region, Moltres lived deep in the mountains in the Crown Tundra. In a place called the Max Lair. Doctor Funbar sent Cassidy, Biff, and me there to capture him. We staked out the lair for weeks. Observed him, learned his habits, so that we knew just when to strike. We cornered him inside the lair, leaving him nowhere to escape. It was a hard battle…But in the end."

She trialled off, sniffling. Her voice was broken, racked with shame and guilt. She sounded as though she might cry.

"There's more to it than that isn't there," said Pikachu, unmoved and unperturbed by Zacian's guilt and sorrow. He continued to glower at her, his fur bristling and his body still trembling with anger. "What did Moltres say. You didn't just track him down. It sounded like you lead them right to him."

"He was my friend," said Zacian. "More than a friend in some ways. We met on the sides of the Dyna Tree Hill by the shores of lake Ballimere, just before the darkest day. What we had didn't last long, but it was good. He took me to the Max Lair, and he mated me. The first Pokémon I ever mate with." She sniffed, wiping a single tear from her muzzle with her paw.

"So, he was your lover," growled Pikachu. The little rodent looked and sounded disgusted. "He was your lover and you betrayed him. You lead Team Rocket to him. You attacked him in his den so Team Rocket could capture him."

"And Team Rocket tortured him," added Zacian. "And it my fault."

"You're damn right it was your fault," Pikachu half growled, half screamed. "How in the distortion world could you do that to a friend and a lover."

Zacian sucked in her cheeks and again shook her head. "Do you think I don't regret it. Don't you think the guilt hasn't been killing me these last few years? I wish I could take it back. I wish it had never happened!"

"WHY DID IT HAPPEN," Pikachu screamed, so loudly that Zacian reeled backward in surprise. His cheeks sparked with electricity and his little paws were curled into fists.
He was looking for daggers at Zacian.

"Hey buddy," Ash said gently, not used to seeing his yellow mate so worked up.

"Don't buddy me Pikapi," Pikachu snapped. "Don't try to calm me down. This Pokémon." He pointed a tiny finger accusingly at Zacian. "This supposed hero helped Team Rocket track down and capture other legendary Pokémon. She helped them capture a friend. She betrayed her friends for Team Rocket. That is not okay." He looked around at the other. "How can any of you be okay with that!"

"You think I had a choice," growled Zacian, sounding more defensive rather than guilty now. "If I hadn't obeyed, they would have turned on the EM waves and forced me to fight against my will. Or they would have tortured me, and my friends. What was there to be gained in resisting."

"Only the lives and well-being of innocent Pokémon," Pikachu snapped. "Only the lives of those that you were supposed to protect."

"You have no right to talk, you've only ever know a loving trainer. You've never had to protect your family. What the hell would you have done in my position."

"I would have died," Pikachu snarled, his little fangs showing. "I would have died rather than betray my friends. I would have died before I ever helped Team Rocket. And don't you dare tell me that I've never had to protect my family. I've had to protect my kit from the moment he hatched from bad humans who want to hurt him. I've had to protect my trainer. I've have had to fight Team Rocket nearly every day since."

"Pikachu," said Ash, but Pikachu ignored him.

"You aren't a hero and you're not a good Pokémon. You're weak. That Darkrai was right about you. You deserve death!"

"Pikachu that's enough," said Ash sternly. "Stop yelling at Zacian or I'll put you back in your Pokéball!"

"Pika!" Pikachu gasped, whipping around to stare at Ash. It was the first time Ash had ever threatened him with that, and it stung. Like taking a Beedrill sting to the heart.

Ash realised too late what he had no. "No Pikachu, I'm sorry, I didn't…"

But too late. Pikachu had already turned tail and run away into the trees…

[Pokémon]

"Ha looks like I underestimated you Hunty," laughed Blade, as he slapped Hunter on the back for the dozenth time that evening. "I didn't know you had that in you! Hehe. Here was I thinking it would be an easy win."

Blade, having woken up after being knocked out by Hunter, was now sitting side by side on one of the black oval shaped rocks with Hunter. The two were sporting two more coconuts filled with that sweet yet strange pink drink.

"I didn't know you knew reversal?"

"Only just learned it," said Hunter with a shrug. He sipped at his drink slowly, while Blade took great gulps of his.

"So, what was your plan," Blade asked. "Let me get in there until you were sufficiently hurt and weak then hit me hard with reversal. I suppose that was why you kept using force palm. Prevent from taking too much damage."

Hunter grinned and nodded. "Yeah…Impressed! Dad's been trying to teach me that move for ages. That's the first time I've properly used it."

Blade shrugged. "Maybe…Risky strategy though. I mean if any of those hits could have knocked you out. And you didn't try to dodge or fight back."

"Like you said," replied Hunter. "All out to win." He took a large gulp of his drink, which his burned his throat, before grinning widely at Hunter. "Now, aren't I supposed to get a prize for winning…hee-hee. Blady."

Blade threw back his head and let out a chuckle of laughter. "Hahaha. I guess you earned it!" He got up and stretched, rubbing at an apparent crick in his back. "Would prefer it if we could go somewhere private though. Not really into doing it in public if you know what I mean… Ah, man. The boulders sure make you stiff in the old butt. Where'd they get them."

"Excuse me!"

To his great surprise, Hunter felt the rock shifting underneath, causing him to sway this way and that. A great plume of black smoke suddenly erupted from a hole in the rock underneath him, that he hadn't noticed before.

"Whoah."

Jumping to his paws, he saw that the rock he and Blade wasn't a rock at all but was instead a tortoise like creature with orange legs, a stubby orange tail and a long neck and small head.

"W-wait, you're a Pokémon," Hunter cried in surprise.

The Tortoise like Pokémon glared at him. "Got a problem with that! Sorry if you're friend here didn't find my shell comfortable enough."

Hunter held up his paws apologetically. "I-I'm sorry. We didn't…"

"Yeah, yeah you didn't know," the tortoise interrupted, rolling his eyes.

"Ah just ignore Torcoal," said a deep voice behind him.

Hunter spun around and his eyes met those of Nidoking.

"Five minutes of action and those guys are out cold." Nidoking gestured with his claw to the other rocks around the bar, a few of which were also now supporting legs, tails, and heads. "This was the worlds slowest orgy a few hours ago. Knocked them all right out…"

[Pokémon]

Viridian Forest, Kanto Region…

It took a nearly two hours for Ash to find and Pikachu and calm him down. Despite his small size the electric rodent was lighting fast, had had managed to get nearly halfway back home before Ash could catch up with him.

"Pikachu stops. I'm sorry buddy, I should never have threatened you with that. Pikachu. Whoa."

Being a human who was nowhere near as nimble as the small rodent, Ash managed to trip on a branch that Pikachu had rather easily scurried over. His foot connected with the branch, and he found himself falling to the ground, landing with a hard thud in the dirt.

"Owww."

His pained cry caused Pikachu to stop running and look back over his shoulder. "Pikapi." He scurried back over to his trainer, just as Ash was getting back up. "Pika!"

"I' m fine Pikachu," said Ash. He looked down at his hands, which he had used to break his fall, and which had turned bright red and stung terribly.

"Pikapi Pikachu." Pikachu crawled onto Ash's lap and started licking the red raw skin on Ash's right hand.

At the same time, Ash put his free left hand in the back of Pikachu's head and scratched him behind his right ear. "I really am sorry, Pikachu. I won't ever say something like that again. It was really wrong of me to threaten you with the Pokéball like that. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me, buddy?"

"Of course, I forgive you Pikapi," said Pikachu. "I forgave you the second you apologised. I know you'd never…" He gave a weak smile and sighed. "You were right, I shouldn't have said those to Zacian. I…I." And without warning, Pikachu suddenly burst into tears.

"Pikachu," Ash exclaimed. 'What's wrong."

"Pii." Pikachu crawled a little further up his lap, took hold of the hem of his shirt, and pressed it into his face, like a handkerchief. "I'm sorry," he sobbed. "I don't why I'm so. I shouldn't have said those things to Zacian. I just…Seeing that Pokémon. And after everything in Galar. I…"

"Hormones," Ash muttered to himself. He hugged Pikachu close to himself and whispered soothingly, "It's okay buddy. I understand how you feel. Zacian's obviously done some terrible things in her past, and I'm sure she's got demons to wrestle with."

Pikachu hiccupped as Ash started to stroke him gently. Running his fingers through the fur on his head, down his back to the base of his tail.

"But I believe her when she says she feels bad about it. And I believe she's a good Pokémon, and I'm glad she's one of us now. I mean, there are no bad Pokémon right."

"hmm I guess," Pikachu mumbled, before blowing his nose into Ash's shirt.

"I know how strongly you feel about Team Rocket Pikachu," Ash continued. "But I believe that people and Pokémon can change. So, why don't you give Zacian a chance and try and be friends okay. Please don't start fights with her."

"I didn't mean to say those things," Pikachu sniffled. "I just…was angry. I-I'll apologise."

"I know you will. You're a good Pokémon Pikachu. I know you'll always do the right thing. And I'm sorry for what I said." Ash bowed his head and placed a gentled kiss on the top of Pikachu's warm fuzzy yellow head.

It caused Pikachu to let out a happy cry of "Chaaa…"

[Pokémon]

About half an hour later…

The twin room cavern was not the only secret base on the grounds of the nursery. There were about a dozen others for Pokémon who wanted more space than dens, but more seclusion than offered either in the bushes or just doing it out in the open.

Made from a hollowed-out shrub, the small leafy room afforded Hunter and his soon to be victim, Blade a world of their own, away from the prying eyes of the other Pokémon. All except for one Pokémon of course whom Hunter had enlisted to give him a little bit of assistance…

"Alright then," said Blade, sounding resigned but still putting an incredibly seductive tone to his voice, after he'd climbed through the hole. "Have at me brother!"

The Sneasel leapt onto a pile of leaves and hay, intended to serve as a little bed in the corner of the room, laying on his back with his legs spread apart. The pink tip of his shaft was displayed prominently, poking out of its sheath.

Hunter grinned and licked his lip, his heart pounding from excitement. Up to now he'd never really appreciated how attractive Blade was. Lying there on his back with his member on display. The way he light from the candles dancing across his fur making it all the more erotic. And it was all his. He got to be in charge.

"Oh no, I don't think so," he said, trying to sound in control, though he feared his voice sounded squeaky. "Who said you were going to comfortable. On your feet, Blady."

Blade flashed a wide grin at him, showing him his fangs, and coxed his head. "Ooh, listen to you, all dominant." He slowly pushed himself back to his claws, before walking slowly towards him. "Little tip. It doesn't quite work when you voice is all high and nervous. You're squeakier than a certain Pikachu…. Plus, the blushing kind of ruins the illusion."

Hunter swallowed. His throat had gone a little dry. Then his eyes narrowed, and he gritted his teeth. "Oooh no Blady, no being cocky this evening. I won fair and square, so I'm in charge. Now stop smirking and hold out your paws.

"Ooh." Blade raised his eyebrows, but he did as Hunter told him to do.

"Good," said Hunter. "Alright Joltick, you know what to do!"

"Joltick…" A small yellow fuzzy creature suddenly crawled up Hunter's back, over the top of his head and onto the bridge of Hunter's nose, where it leapt into Blade's outstretched claws. In a flash Blade found his claws tied together in a sticky web.

And it didn't stop there… the fuzzy little electric type shot another web at the ceiling, creating a long thread that they scurried up. Blade suddenly felt his arms being pulled upwards.

The web was surprisingly strong. Almost like rope or a vine whip attack. Strong enough to cuff Blade's paws together without breaking. Strong enough to suspend him without fraying. "Whoa…. Talk about sweeping a guy off his feet," Hunter said, trying to keep a joking and seductive tone to his voice, but failing to hide the surprise.

Something that was all too apparent when Hunter grinned, and said, "great job jolty. Keep going."

Higher and higher his claws were pulled into their air above his head, stretching him out, until he was nearly suspended from the ceiling. Poor Blade was forced to rise onto the balls of his feet to keep himself on the ground.

"That's it," said Blade, the expression on his face almost as cocky as Blade. "On your toes Sneasel."

Blade looked up at him, his eyes meeting the Riolu's and seeing the same devilish glint that Hunter had seen in his only a short while ago. He didn't know whether to growl or laugh, so he made a sound that somewhere between both. "Ha…You're a devious little fuck, aren't you Hunty. Looks like I may have underestimated you, Riolu…Ahh."

One final tug before Joltick stopped pulling, leaving Blade in a rather unique position. Forced to stand on the very end of his feet, almost on his claw like toes, in order to keep his balance, his legs slightly spread apart, with his arms retrained uncomfortably high above his head. Even on his toes, he could feel the strain in his shoulder and up his forearms.

"Comfortable," Hunter asked as if to taunt him, flashing him another cocky grin.

"Dirty, devious fuck," Blade said again.

It was Hunter's turn to laugh. "Oh, come on. Don't pretend you wouldn't have done something similar to me, had our roles been reversed, and you won."

"Yeah, I bet you would have enjoyed it too!"

Hunter coxed his head. "You don't enjoy this. Too bad. Cause I certainly do."

Blade let out a growl and flashed his teeth, although only half seriously and half playfully. He was irritated by the restriction of his freedom of movement. All he could do to retain his balance and remain standing, was stay still, keeping his weight on the balls of his feet. Something, he suspected would become more and more uncomfortable over time.

It had another affect as well. His unique stance left both his arms, chest and legs taught with the effort of keeping himself balanced and on his feet, his lithe form on excellent display. His muscles were clearly visible under his dark fur.

Hunter was hard as a rock just staring at him, and the thoughts about what he was going to do to the Sneasel now that he was completely in the Riolu's power were nearly enough to make him cum there and then. Something that certainly wasn't lost on Blade…

"Like what you see, Hunty boy," he said tauntingly, enjoying the blush in Hunter's cheeks as he spoke.

"Well…I can see what Ashachu like about you," Hunter replied, his heart pounding in his chest. "I mean, what chance did I have, against a sexy thing like you."

Blade coxed his head to the side, winking at him and poking his tongue out of his maw. "You think I'm sexy?"

Hunter folded his arms and tried, again, to replicate Blade's cocky grin, though it was undercut by his blush. "You know you are."

"Well, come and claim you prize then." Blade tugged at the strings holding him to the ceiling, rolling his shoulder in an attempt to show off, though this nearly cost him his footing.

He really didn't have any freedom left to him, and his near fall brought the reality of the situation home to him. Like it or not, Hunter… this virgin Riolu… had him stuck here, hanging from the ceiling, hard dripping cock on display, for his use. He felt a flicker of annoyance.

Hunter must have picked up on that because his next words sounded just that little bit more confident. "All in good time Blady, all in good time… Now remind me. What was it you did to lightning butt?"

"Hmph." Blade snorted, but to Hunter's surprise didn't say anything. Internally he was groaning, as he started to realise exactly what the Riolu might have in store for him. A long and frustrating and torturous night of denial lay ahead of him, no doubt.

Hunter stepped forward until he was right in front of Blade, putting two paws on his sides and leaning into him. To poor Blade, it felt like Hunter had heaved himself upon him, putting his arms and shoulders under terrible strain. He fought hard not to gasp, moan or wince.

"What was the price of his loss…Did you say you and Meowth restrained Ashachu. That you granted Meowth to have at him," Hunter whispered seductively. Or what he thought was seductive. "Gently massaging the Pikachu's body."

What Blade did find seductive however, was the feel of Hunter's paws gliding over his fur, moving from his hips up his side, to his armpits, and then down onto his chest. It made him shiver, electric shocks spreading across his skin.

"Something like that," he replied, trying to keep his voice cool. It was becoming hard to ignore the way his dick throbbed as Hunter caressed his chest, his pads spending special time around his nipples.

"Not much of a problem as Ashachu saw it, I'm sure…Until it became less massaging and more a relentless ticklish hell for him." Hunter's paws suddenly moved from Blade's chests to his sides, where he dug his large fingers into the fur tickling him.

Blade clenched his jaw, as the fit of laugher rose from deed within his stomach, trying desperately to prevent the spasm that would surely cause him to lose balance.

"There was no mercy for him right…. Isn't that what you said."

Blade was fighting hard now to stop from laughing as Hunter's paws dug into his sides. It was becoming hard to breath. His body trembled. He knew in a moment he would be unable to contain him. All he could do was deny the Riolu the satisfaction of that moment for as long as he possible.

But Hunter either didn't want that satisfaction, or didn't realise it was attainable, as at that moment he stopped his tickling, whispering to Blade "and the overstimulation of his body had the undesired effect of causing a great deal of arousal."

Instead, his paws slid down Blade's sides to his dick, which he stroked delicately with his right paw. Just once, up the shaft, the soft pad of his paw tracing the delicate pink flesh, before ghosting the head with his finger. It was certainly not enough to offer any real stimulation to the Sneasel, but just enough to make Blade know it was there. "Of course, that was the plan all along, to tea and control the poor chu, for however long you could."

Blade laughed…for real this time. "Ha-ha, so is that your plan. Do to me what I did to Ashachu."

"Maybe," Hunter replied.

That cocky grin quickly returned to Blade's face; he took the opportunity of Hunter's face being close to his to give the very end of his nose a quick lick with the tip of his tongue. "Because let me tell you something. There is no way you are going to make me cry and beg, the way I had your yellow friend begging."

"We'll see. Oh, we will see," Hunter replied, sounding a little too confident for Blade's liking. He took a step backwards and looked up. "Joltick…"

"Huh…" Blade craned his neck sideways, only to find something small and fuzzy drop onto his face. "Hey…get off me." He growled and shook his head, trying to dislodge it, but without use of his claws, he had no way of brushing it off.

"Jol-Joltick…"

"Close your eyes," said Hunter. It was not a request, but a command. Hunter considered being defiant, but decided that, given he wasn't too sure what Hunter had in mind (though he did suspect), he'd better play it safe and obey. Especially when Hunter added, "trust me, it's better for you if you do."

Blade shut his eyes and at once felt something sticky being excreted onto his eyelids. "Ha, you dirty devious fuck," he mumbled again as he felt Joltick crawling around the sides of his head, wrapping a band of string shot over his eyes like a blind fold. An effective one too, completing shutting out light and making Blade's world one of total darkness.

Hunter smirked as he admired the affect. He had Blade tied up and pretty much unable to move, and now unable to see. It was a trick that Nidoking at the bar had suggested… 'You get the best result out of males if you blindfold em and change up the angle of attack. Its wayyy more intense when they don't know what's coming.'

He licked his lips. "What to do, what to do," he wondered aloud.

"Only you know," Blade retorted. He had to admit he was running out of snarky or witty remarks pretty fast in this position. Was that really the best he could come up with. It was then that he heard, or thought he heard, something on the ground and a faint hiss. "What was that?"

The Sneasel was suddenly alert, his body taught. He rattled the web with his claws, but it didn't break…It barely even swayed.

"You worry too much," said Hunter. "Now open your maw."

"Wha…Ough." As Blade replied, he felt something round, hard, and scaly force itself into his maw. At first, he wondered if it might be Hunter's dick, though he quickly realised that Hunter wouldn't have been able to stick his dick in his maw from this position, and that Hunter's dick wouldn't be scaly. "W-h-a-t t-h-e," he managed to say in a muffled voice.

"In a few seconds that's going up your ass," said Hunter, with a giggle. "So, you may want to get it as wet as possible." He smiled at the Ekans, a long snake like Pokémon, who had just slithered into the room, and patted him on the head.

The Snake Pokémon slid his forked tongue out of his mouth, tasting the air with the smallest of hisses. Hunter out a paw to his lips, gesturing the snake to be quiet.

Blade rolled his eyes under his started sucking on the thing his mouth, his tongue tracing the rough surface, coating it with saliva, his dick jumping at the thought of the object up his tailhole.

The object wasn't huge, though it was big and thick enough to be rather awkward in his maw. Within a few moments or so, he could feel his jaw start to ache, something he was sure the evil little Riolu had intended. He could just see the grin on his muzzle, even blindfolded.

The signal was another pat on the head, and a nod from Hunter. Ekans pulled the end of his tail out of Blade's maw, slithered between Blade's spread apart legs, and lifted his tail into the air, so the tip was pressing against the entrance to the Sneasel's tailhole.

Feeling the rough object, now wet with his own saliva, touch the end of is sensitive area made Blade jump and almost loose his balance. Instinctively he clenched up.

"Hehehe. It'll be easier if you relax, Blady," Hunter teased.

Blade gritted his teeth, frustrated that he couldn't think of a retort. He felt the tip of the wet thing… Ekans Tail… pressing against his entrance, and he tried to relax as Hunter has suggested. It was hard to fight against his instinct, was to clam up as it slowly entered him.

While not the largest that Blade had ever taken, it was certainly large enough to make its presence felt, so to speak. And of course, poor Blade had no idea how long it was or how far into him it would go…. deeper and deeper…until finally it stopped just before his prostate.

"Fuck," he breathed. He cursed himself silently when he heard Hunter giggle, not having intended to say that aloud.

"That feel good Blady," Hunter asked grinning to himself. The tone of his voice had become unbearably smug. "Your dicks telling me you do!"

Not just Blade's either – Hunter could barely contain his own excitement. Or his nerves. Aside from his own raging hardon, his heart was racing and there were butterfrees in his stomach. With great anticipation he took a step forward until he was right in front of Blade.

Close enough that they were almost touching. Blade felt his fur bristle at the heat coming from Hunter's body and could feel his breath on his face and nose. "Phew…Don't you ever use a toothbrush," he grunted, pulling a face. Of course, this was mostly for show – there was nothing wrong with Hunter's breath.

In retaliation, Hunter took a deep breath, making sure to blow a long, slow, and steady stream of air into Hunter's face. He watched the Sneasel's muzzle twitch with some satisfaction. He took another deep breath, this one for his own benefit to slow his racing heart.

Hunter put his paws on Blade's hips, pressing the pads into his fur to get a good feel for the Sneasel's body, then slowly trailed them upwards. He felt Blade shudder under his touching, something with gave him great satisfaction.

He brought his paws up his stomach, and up to his chest, then to the sides, over is armpits and back down. He moved slower than he had before, taking sure to enjoy every moment of it. The feel of Blade's soft fur under his pads, and the hard muscles rippling beneath them. That combination of both the soft warm, and yet hard and muscular body.

"No way you aren't trained," he said with a chuckle. "This isn't a wild Pokémon's body. No way. You're far too strong to be wild."

"What…Wild Pokémon can't be sexy too," said Blade teasingly. "Ha, you trained Pokémon so up yourself. Let's not forget what happened the first time we battled."

"Or the second," retorted Hunter, as he continued his exploration of Blade's body with his paws, entering more daring territory. Down to below his waste and in around the tops of his thighs, careful to avoid the Sneasel's sensitive organ, that was begging to be touched.

"Ooh, fuck," gasped Blade, before he could stop himself. "You're good at this you know."

Blade felt his heart futter at the compliment and his grin widened, especially when he noticed the blush on Blade's face. He chose instead to continue feeling and massaging Blade's body. His paws moving back up Blade's stomach and chest, pausing to give his nipples a pinch. Something to which Blade gave an extremely satisfying shudder and did a sharp intake of breath.

The relentless assault continued for, neither of them really knew, how long. Hunter's lust filled Riolu mind gradually became less focused on wanting to tease Blade, and more overwhelmed with how much he wanted Blade.

His body drew closer and closer to Blade, until they were touching…. Until they were pressed tightly together….Until Hunter's arms were around Blade's and his paws running up and down his back sending shivers down Blade's spine…Until their fur brushed together and intermingled.

Hunter wasn't entirely sure when it had happened. He didn't even remember consciously doing it. But soon his lips were locked against Blade's, and he was kissing the Sneasel hard, their bodies pressing closer and closer together. He was practically humping him, their hard dicks grinding together.

"Snea…" Blade moaned into their kiss. His bound state didn't permit him much movement, on leaving Hunter effectively in charge. It was all he could do to raise a little higher on his feet, to try and get more friction from the frotting action, though this came at the expect of nearly costing him his balance. His insides clenched around Ekans' tail shoved up his butt, adding to his pleasure.

All the while, Hunter's leaning and pressing into him was pulling on his arms creating even more strain in his arms, shoulders, and upper body. Although the pleasure he was receiving from Hunter's member rubbing against his more than made up for it. He fought back against Hunter with the only weapon he had left. His tongue! He wrestled with Hunters, trying hard to force the pair of them back into Hunter's muzzle.

And then suddenly it came to an end. Well, not exactly came…Hunter, with his two-aura sensor, was able to detect how Blade was feeling, and could sense he was close. Heck, he was definitely close himself. It took a fair degree of effort to fight the urge to keep going and to just cum all over Blade, but he managed to pull away, leaving the poor Sneasel with his tonged poking out of hi maw, desperate trying to hump air.

"Fuck, just when it was staring to get good," the Sneasel panted.

"What makes you think that wasn't the point," Hunter teased, and Blade was irritated to hear the return of the smugness to his voice.

"Aww, are you just going to leave poor old me high and dry here, hanging from the ceiling." He felt a paw clap him on the shoulder.

"Oh, I've got way more in store for you," said Hunter.

It was probably a good job Blade couldn't see the evil glint in his eyes…