Chapter 1 - The Reason

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Letting out a soft sigh, I stretched my arms above my head, glancing at the transparent tent top, uncovered for the moment so I could enjoy the moonlight. Sleep wasn’t coming quickly this night but that was alright, it gave me time to think. The sounds of insects and other denizens of the dark chirped and croaked around the tent, the slim blue plastic the only thing separating me from them. 

Well, that, and Katherine.

Turning my head, I could feel the smiling coming to my lips. My Absol had no trouble falling asleep, having spun once before flopping down and sleeping. Currently, she was curled into as small ball, reminiscent of a furry yin-yang with the way her horn and tail were placed. Her breath came out in soft snores through her mouth, her paws twitching once in a while. Watching the near invisible rise and fall of her chest, it was hard to believe she’d grown this comfortable with me... considering the circumstances of how we met.

I’d been asked by a small village to subdue a “Pokemon that brought havoc and destruction” to the town. Thinking it to be something akin to a raging Rhydon or an enraged Charizard, I was moderately disappointed to find “the horrible beast” nothing more than an Absol defending herself from that disaster-crazy Team Aqua. The group seemed determined to capture her, shouting something about how her weather-predicting ability would aid in there noble cause, and I’d had to beat the ever-living crap out of them before they’d shut up. Then, knowing they’d be back, I decided that I had to capture her myself.  

I tried reasoning with her, that coming with me would be the better choice, but after the relentless pursuit of the two organizations, she wouldn’t listen to me. Rather than leave her to be driven to exhaustion and having her abilities misused, I had to subdue her with Trent, my then Grovyle.

Needless to say, the first time I let her out, she’d been pretty pissed.

From there on, she fought me every chance she got. Each order I gave she kept coming up with ways to undermine me. Asking her to “cut firewood” had her ransacking my backpack for berries, “guard the camp,” had her harassing Pidgeys.  I’m not going to go into all the trouble the order to “stay” gave me... though how the hell she’d gotten up the tree I’ll never know...

It’s not like I wasn’t trying to make things work either. When she did do what I asked (on those rare, wonderful occasions), I would reward her with pokeblocks. Well, try to, anyway; she wouldn’t accept them, acted like I was trying to bribe her to like me or something. Following that, I tried a Soothe Bell only to find it shoved uncomfortably in one of my shoes. I also tried taking her to get groomed but... well, let’s just say we’re not allowed back there till the stylist’s hair grows back.

Then, one day, it all changed. After a particularly difficult gym battle she seemed to hold me in a different regard. Why, I’m not quite sure. Maybe the sight of the badge along with the others I had impressed her, though why the little bits of metal would where all else failed I couldn’t tell you. Unless even then she could put two and two together to realize how many people I must have fought to get as strong as I had. 

It was to my amazement when that night she began to speak to me. Not those barks and growls she’d given but actual words. I’d tried to get her to tell me how she’d learned but that was the one thing I couldn’t pry from her overly talkative maw. Eventually, I figured how she’d learned was less important than the fact that she could do it and left it at that, though I spent a lot of time correcting her bad grammar and teaching her new words.  It was the first time I felt I actually connected with her, and was able to teach her something amazing.  Not even my Sceptile could speak, and he’s been with me since day one!

Her ability, once she revealed it to me, was one she used frequently and with the skills of a double-edged blade. Conveying what was on her mind, she had no sense of tact or decorum. Trying to teach her not to talk around other humans was also an endeavor as she always seemed to forget when she switched languages. Thankfully, the few times she did slip up, most people only did a double-take and a shrug, as if the voice they heard was in their head. We were still working on it, as well as improving her vocabulary which had been limited at first. She was smart; sometimes too smart with the way she used her words to frustrate me and my other Pokemon.

Giving a half laugh, I placed my hand on her side, letting my fingers bury themselves into her warm fur. She shifted in her sleep, pressing herself tighter against my hand before rolling onto her back, exposing her full stomach from the large portions of dinner she’d eaten. She’d deserved what she’d devoured, though. We had a good battle today, one that pleased her immensely as her opponent had been a Blastoise. She was always at her happiest when she took down a much larger, potentially stronger opponent. I admired her for that, feeling much the same myself, though she probably didn’t care of my thoughts on the matter.

Letting my hand move against her chest, I ran my nails against her skin, giving a grin as her leg kicked like a Nidoran’s. If I had done this earlier, before she’d warmed up to us, I would have been torn to shreds right now. 

It made me happy to know how much she trusted me, how far we’d come.

Still stroking along her chest and belly, I took this moment of midnight serenity. The close confines of the tent seemed cozy, rather than restricting. The warmth from both our bodies was enough that I could sleep without a shirt, the sleeping bag half covering me, half off. The sounds of the critters in the woods still played, assuring that all was well outside our blue shell. There was even a spicy ginger smell that lightly played along the air, teasing my senses. Everything had a primal, earthy feel that I, somehow, was a part of.

I guess you could call it a “trainer’s high.”

This was why I’d left. The rush of adventure during the day, the peace of mind the night brought. Here, I was just a man. Just me. Just Zack. Homesickness was so far from my mind, a speck of dirt compared to the future I was trying to embrace.

That scent was growing, no longer a tease that mingled in and out of the clean air. It was growing stronger, coming with each breath I took. Closing my eyes, I drew it deeper into me, my right hand still kneading Kat’s warm chest as my other hand rested on my thigh. My mind wandered back to the battle today with the Blastoise... and his trainer.

She was what many trainers called a “Swimmer,” those that hung around beaches and typically used Water types. She was younger than me but wore this one piece that stuck to her like a second skin. Seriously, she’d have been showing off less wearing a bikini than that violet suit. The water dripped from her body when she’d gotten out so she could shake my hand after our victory, a shimmering sheen covering her body. Her breasts were large for her age, made to look more so with that taunt suit stretched over them. She looked like one of the women from the girlie magazine in my backpack... all it would have taken was to pull aside the crotch of her suit...

My left hand migrated to my crotch at those thoughts, intending to free my erection from the confines of my boxers. My thumb grazed the top of my cock, my tongue moistening my lips as I thought about her moving a single finger under those skimpy shoulder straps and downward, the wet material lingering just above her nipples before jerking free, flinging her mounds upward in a playful bounce as she looked at me, flushed and smiling.

The temperature in the tent had increased. Shucking off my pants and boxers, trying to move slowly so as not to disturb Kat, I allowed the sleeping bag to remain as it was, the texture adding to the wild environment I placed myself in, as did the nigh-lethal creature that slept beside me.
The brief lapse in my fantasy had allowed me to realize the smell of ginger had gotten much stronger and that my body wasn’t the only one radiating heat. Half lifting myself, I checked Katherine over, my right hand moving under her forearm to feel the pace of her heart. Her breathing was shallow, stained with a whimper, her body akin to a furry radiator while her pulse beat against my hand like a ten year old drummer. Her body twitched in short, violent spasms, totally unlike the little pawing movements she’d been making earlier. 

Forgetting everything else, I grabbed her chest and shook her. “Kat!”

My Absol’s eyes flew open, her body twisting away and up, her hair bristling as her eyes darted around. Watching her, I was able to see her panting slowing down though still evident by the way her tongue hung from her mouth. Before I could ask her anything, she yelled, almost screaming at me.

“Why did you have to wake me up?!”

Instinctively, after so long with dealing with her, I drew my hands up to block my face from any potential strikes. “Hey, you didn’t look so good, Kat!” I hastily got out, braced for impact of fur and claws. “It felt like you had some sort of fever.  I thought you needed help!”

The idea that I had to explain myself to my own Pokemon…

Rather than the pain I was expecting, there was nothing. Reluctantly, in case it was a trick, I slowly lowered my arms. Instead of an attack, she just sat there, shaking her head with a weak laugh as she drew in deep, calming breaths.

“Hah, you have no idea...” Releasing one of her breaths in a hot, mournful sigh, she looked away. Once she released the tension in her muscles, I noticed she was finally breathing normally again. “I was having a good dream.”

Feeling she wasn’t going to attack, I lowered my arms completely. “You looked like you were suffering,” I said, perhaps a little sulkier then I would have liked, not comprehending why she was so pissed at me when I’d just been concerned for her.  Then again, I had learned that trying to completely understand her was folly.

“Yeah,” she sighed, looking up at the tent and shaking her head like I was an idiot. “And now I still am, thanks to you.”

Katherine continued looking upward, quiet. I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to anger her further. Still... as minutes went by, the silence ran over me like cobwebs, invisible but lingering. It wasn’t natural for her to stay silent for such long gaps of time and it was making me nervous.
“Alright,” I said, holding my hands up to show I meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know-”

Katherine blinked then looked at me, interrupting. “Forget about it. I guess I shouldn’t have been so mad.” Her words were what I wanted to hear but they were said so calmly that I felt my body tighten, like expecting a glass window to shatter. Again, this behavior wasn’t normal for her. It was better when she was loud and chaotic, not this quiet, disappointed mix of black and white fur that sat before me.

I needed to find out more.  I couldn’t just leave her upset without really knowing why, and she did look like she was missing something.  Perhaps mourning it.

“So,” I started casually, trying to seem interested but not invasive. “What was the dream about?” At her startled look, I hastily added, “If you don’t mind telling me, of course.  Maybe if you talk about it, it’ll stick in your head enough to show up again when you go back to sleep.”

“Ah... well...” She turned her head away from me, looking this time at the ground. Her tail waved back and forth like a metronome, slow and steady while she thought. “It was...” she finally started before stopping again.

Perhaps this hadn’t been the best way to approach the situation. I opened my mouth to dismiss the issue and put the matter to rest when she began speaking again.

“It... was about my first mating.” I swear her cheeks turned a faint shade of purple under her fur as she gave a little shake of her head and an embarrassed sigh. “It wasn’t that long ago.”

“Oh.” I could understand now why she was apprehensive about telling me and why she was so upset before. I thought back to my first time, under the shade of maple trees with the professor’s daughter. It was an amazing moment I would have killed to relive. To think, it had all started with seeing two wild Mightyena mating in a nearby clearing we just happened to be walking past. Don’t ask me why, but watching Pokemon mate was a guilty pleasure of mine, like chocolate before bedtime, and I had jumped to watch nature in action...

And to experience it myself with a more than willing May.

This thought triggered something in my mind. Daring to learn more about my Absol’s experience, I encouraged her with a simple, “What happened?”

Her ears perked up, her eyes blinking in rapid succession as she looked up at me. “What did you say?”

Bracing myself again for a strike, I clarified. “Your mating. You want to talk about it?” I cleared my throat, trying not to feel as embarrassed as I’m sure she felt. “The more details you remember, the better you’ll imagine it later, I’m sure.”

She paused and cocked her head, looking at me. A few seconds later, as I was starting to hold my breath, she smiled. “Sure, why not?” 

Straightening her back, she looked upward, the moon’s shining face the only illumination for the tent, stained blue by the tarp it so stubbornly worked on penetrating with the exception of the skylight where it poured down freely and made her coat glisten like fresh snow. 

“It was a few months ago... I was going into my first season.” She gave a small smile, her eyes gazing back into the past. “I was the strongest female on the route so I had many strong males fighting for me.” Smugness mingled in her voice but I had seen her strength on the battlefield enough to believe her words. “Large, muscular Pokemon beating the stuffing out of each other just to have me bear their children.” She gave a pleased but slightly bitter laugh. “At the time, it was the greatest thing I’d ever seen.”

She took a breath before continuing. “The winner was this Mightyena, twice my size with white diamonds along his back.” A smile played along her face. “Some of his fur was missing in patches from the battle, replaced with wounds from the Pokemon he had to fight through to get to me. His fangs...” Her breath caught. “They were huge... larger than any fangs I’ve seen, from Mightyena or other Pokemon. “ She swallowed once, then twice, before speaking again. “As he walked up to claim me, I remember… burning for him. When he got close, I did what was expected of me and turned, lifting my tail to accept him...” A wide grin spread along her face as she looked at me, acknowledging me amidst her reminiscing. “Oh, did I ever…” 

I thought back to the two Mightyena mating on the day of my first experience. As her story continued, the female Mightyena shifted, dark fur turning lighter till it was no longer a Mightyena but an Absol getting fucked.  Shifting, I felt my erection slowly returning, having been shocked into submission from the earlier outburst.

“I was waiting for him to take me,” she continued, not noticing my current state of arousal. “And then I felt this huge weight overtaking my back. I fought to get used to it but found my chest buried into the dirt as his massive form overwhelmed me. I felt helpless...but at the same time, I wanted nothing else.” She stamped her forepaws, shaking her head as though to hide her blush. “I saw both of his arms resting over my shoulders, felt his powerful haunches lower to meet mine... and then...”

I fell backwards with a yelp as a strong, black and white paw struck me across the chest with a playful, yet still powerful push. “And then you woke me up!” she shouted, her eyes narrowed as her lips pulled back in a snarl.

Sitting up on my elbows, I gingerly touched the spot she’d struck. “I said I was sorry!” I protested, understanding her anger but still feeling justified because of my concern. I was going to argue more, lifting my head to do so... but all words spun in my head and vanished as the wet, dripping pussy of my Absol greeted my gaze. The ginger scent... it was so strong there was no doubt of the source. My hands reached for her hindquarters but I stopped myself just as Katherine turned her head, backing further towards me.

“Sorry’s not good enough! Your fault,” she stopped just as her pussy was a breath away from my lips. “You fix it!” She tossed her head and gave a snort. “You’re the one who wanted me to talk about it, and look what you did!  Trainers are supposed to tend to us, right?  Or does the ‘mighty Pokemon master’ not feel up to the challenge?” I heard her giggle as she emphasized her words with a wiggle of her cute ass, her tail flicking up and down to taunt me with something I’m sure was supposed to turn me away.

“This master,” I all but growled, “is up to any challenge.”

Bringing my lips to the lower part of her pussy, I kissed away the droplets threatening to spill and smiled when I heard her yell.

“Eep!”  I felt her body completely freeze, every muscle locking up like she had walked in on her parents having sex. I grabbed her legs just in case she wanted to pull away and kissed again, letting my tongue trace those swollen black folds as I drowned in that now-unmistakable ginger scent.

“You... actually...hah!” Her words turned to a moaning cry as my mouth engulfed her hole, swirling my tongue along the edges of her sex before plunging it in. May had enjoyed this too, her hands holding my head so tight I’d almost been smothered against her sex. My smile deepening, I let my hands move over Kat’s hindquarters, squeezing her ass and pulling it apart so I could get my tongue to go deeper.  She was delicious, despite what one would think about a monster being unclean or unkempt.  On the contrary, I felt like I could stay here forever, wondering why other trainers didn’t do this as I sucked on the swollen, pulsing lips of her cunt.  

“Nng!  G-good human… just like that…”

Her head rested against my naked thigh, her breath panting against my skin while my hard-on twitched by her face. She brought two claws from her front left leg and put my shaft between them, squeezing, releasing a small bubble of precum that drooled outward. Her lazy, simple motion of sticking her tongue out and darting against the head of my cock made me buck, hissing for more. She chuckled and obliged, her small but pleasantly rough tongue stroking along my dick in various strokes, some quick, some lingering. 

“Hah, what’s this now?”  I asked jokingly, petting up and down her fiercely toned rump while tracing the outer edges of her petals with my thumbs.  “Do you want to show me up or something, Kat?”

“Sh-shut up,” she shivered, having tried to make a proper retort but having had her pussy lips pulled open for me to lick at the very edge of pink flesh that showed deeper into her tunnel.  “K-keep it up or I’ll… I’ll bite!  I swear…”

I responded by dicking my tongue deep enough to find this little round button of harder flesh.  Knowing instantly what it was, I stabbed at it with my tongue, moving in circles around it.  She let out another bestial yelp and started licking the head of my shaft twice as fast, rubbing the dripping tip underneath her nose and taking deep drags of my scent.  I hoped she enjoyed my taste as much as I was enjoying hers. 

Hers was sweet... but not overly so. Like... diluted juice mixed with ginger. Massaging her flanks with my hands, I continued my oral treatment, trying to dip my tongue as deep in as I could to retrieve more. She obliged with quiet gasps and wiggles, as if trying to pull me further in. Her hot breath continued bearing down on my cock even as she forgot to keep licking, moaning in a sexy, cute voice that I didn’t know she had. 

In a primal need that I couldn’t explain, I leaned up, grabbed her, and shoved her to the side as I stood, panting almost as heavily as she’d been when she’d been dreaming. As if anticipating my needs, she put her ass up high and exposing that wet pussy to me.

“Alright, screw this,” she said, looking over her shoulder with a dark purple blush showing up from beneath her black-furred cheeks. Her tail lifted, forcing me to take a deep breath as I realized she was presenting herself to me the same way she’d described doing to the Mightyena. “Just… take me.  Now!  I need… you did this to me, so fix it!”

I leapt towards her like a feral beast, planting my right forearm across her back as my left hand guided my cock to her welcoming hole. Her front legs quivered and fell under my strength, leaving me smiling. I was going to show her, even if this was similar to her first that it was going to be different because it was me, because it was going to be better, because she’s MY female now.  With the change in elevation, I lurched forward, penetrating her with ease, feeling that hot, so-wet mouth of her cunt almost literally sucking me in once I was inside of her.

Crying in unison with her, I began to force myself into her sopping pussy, her natural lubricant welcoming me, begging me to go deeper as it coated my cock and splashed against my balls in hot little squirts, her body desperate to make sure I could move in and out of her with ease. My thrusts came naturally with a relentless speed and strength, the impossible warmth of her pussy gripping me from all sides, her ginger scent released with each thrust as it mingled with my own musk. Matching her cries with grunts of my own, I kept my arm against her back, exerting the dominance I’ve come to know is essential in this type of mating. Increasing my tempo, slamming myself into her, I grinned as I watched her chest fur sliding against the bottom of the tent, her loose hairs bouncing back and forth.  

As my rutting became quicker, harder, her moans of pleasure turned into wanton yelps and pleased barks, her hind pounding backwards against me, the slick walls of her cunt meeting the base of my shaft and pouring even more of her sexual fluids against me. Her mouth was open in a perpetual pant, her tongue hung out... hell, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she was drooling! It seemed that her natural mating instinct was overtaking her mind more and more with each thrust, and I knew her body was begging for more than just her own release.

Over the sounds of our pants and thrusts, I heard her gasping. “Ah! Now! I feel... close!  Ooh, good human… good… don’t stop…!”

Something else clicked inside my head. She’d been running this show since the start. It was bad etiquette for a trainer to allow his Pokemon to control him. As much as it went against every fiber of my being, especially those in the lower half of my being, I withdrew my cock with a wet, sliding sound. Her pussy desperately squeezed empty air, making me smile as I evaded when she tried to push back against me, slip my dick back within her.

“Ah... I wasn’t done!” She gave a soft snarl. “Put it back i-” 

I cut her off by grabbing the scruff of her neck and pulling, leaning over her and using my free hand to stroke her cheek, feeling the fine furs that covered her face and the wet spots where her drool had soaked in the heat of passion.

“Who is your Master, Katherine?” I asked calmly, belaying just how much my dick was aching and begging to be back in her. Lowering my face beside hers, I smiled a little, letting her see it out of the corner of her eyes. Her panting and wide eyes showed just how close she was, making my cock throb with my own unfulfilled desire.

“I… don’t play games!” she snarled, her hips wriggling as she stamped her back left paw. “Hurry and-” 

Again, I jerked her scruff backwards. This time, I pulled hard enough to lift her for a second. The gasp she made was one of pleasure rather than pain and made me smile as I placed my cock at the base of her pussy, allowing her to press against it but not allowing her to have it enter.  “That’s not an answer… you want me to treat you like you’re mine, don’t you?  So tell me who your master is, or we can stop now and you can go back in your ball…”

“Ah~” She tried again to press me into her and I stopped her by yanking forward on her scruff, strong enough to drag her across the tent’s floor. “Y-you are!” Her whole body shook as a whine tore its way through her throat. “You’re my master, okay!?  Now, come on, put it back!”

“What?” I asked, giving a light swat to her right flank that made her whimper.

“Fuck me!” she snapped, showing her fangs even as she was trying to rub herself off against me.
“Pokemon don’t tell their Masters what to do,” I scolded.

“Alright, alright... Please, Master… just…”  Her muscles were going limp, her body starting to respond exactly how I wanted it to.  Her chest trembled, and tears started to well in her eyes, showing me her desperation as well as that defeated submission floating up to the surface.
Smiling, I moved to spread her ass, listening to her gasp as the cold air hit her pussy. “Please, what, Kat?”  I asked one more time, rubbing her chin with one hand while letting my fingers lightly pet her sex, feeling so… powerful over her.  It was exhilarating…

Her gasps sounded close to sobs. “P… please take me Master… I can’t… it’s too much… please… fuck me… I can’t…”

Satisfied that I had gained enough control over her for now, I obliged her by keeping her ass spread as I slammed my cock back into her starving cunt. She greeted me with a loud, primal shout along with a squirt of her ginger honey. Truthfully, I was relieved, half afraid she wouldn’t have submitted. It was a risk; however, I felt I had to take to increase the trainer-Pokemon bond we had that was still so new.  Every creature was different, and if this is what it took to get Kat to warm up to me, then I’d be more than happy to oblige her.

Raising my right knee, I began rocking back into her, keeping her upper body down and watching her face, which was lying against the floor in a dazed stupor of pleasure. Drool and tears of satisfaction smeared along her black facial fur, the other half of her features grinding into the tent floor with each thrust of my sex into hers. Her claws dug deep into the tarp, small holes appearing from them as she suddenly gritted her teeth.

Feeling her body tensing at the same time, I gave a few more quick and deep thrusts, intending to push her over the edge. The quivering walls of her pussy and her primal, orgasmic shout as she arched her back against me put me into a frenzied state. I wanted to bring myself off while she was cumming, and thanks to her savagely clenching muscles I found it to be a very simple, eternally pleasurable task.  I felt my ass clench itself and a knot behind my balls untie itself as I launched the mixture of doomed future humans into the waiting womb of another species, my cock-tip burning with the pleasure and the pressure of such a violent release of thick cum.

Her cunt milked me dry, uncaring that no offspring would happen between us, leaving us both panting.  The scent of sex and sweat permeating the air as I bent down to lick and kiss her cheek, tasting her furred face as she closed her eyes in pleasure. The tear trails marring her face were salty, the drool along the side of her panting mouth wet but flavorless. Her breath mingled with mine and we might have kissed then, if she wasn’t still under me.

I finished “cleaning” her face and brought my member out with the sound of wet suction. Releasing a breath, I rolled to lie beside her, her heated body pressing close to mine. Her drooling snatch rested against my thigh, leaving a moist impression as she draped her right paw over my chest. Remaining like that, her head on my chest, I moved a hand to stroke her head as she looked up at me, her red eyes filled with contentment, despite the wet streaks I left along her face.

“You’ll have to finish your story later, Kat.”

She gave a short snort and a quick laugh, regardless of her lack of breath, grinning at me. “Sure, Master.”

I laughed myself. “You don’t have to call me Master anymore, you know,” I told her, despite how I truly wanted her to continue.  I didn’t want to push my luck with her either, though.

“I dunno, I kinda like it. Just don’t let it go to your head.  I’m pretty sure I could still eat you or something.”

We both laughed a moment at that before she spoke again.

“Before I tell you my story, though,” she coyly began with her voice still sassy and playful. “You should tell me what you were thinking about before you woke me up.” She smirked at me, her tail wagging suddenly as her eyes gleamed. “I don’t normally see you without your pants on.”
It was funny; I hadn’t even noticed.  At first I was too afraid for her to care about my pants-less situation, then I was too afraid for myself, and then… well not having pants just seemed to make everything easier.  So she wanted to hear about my fantasy, did she?  I thought about it then realized I had no reason not to. I mean, if I was going to be embarrassed it should have been before all this started. Why, I don’t know... maybe I trusted her more now? Or perhaps I just trusted her more than I thought.

“Sure… first thing tomorrow,” I agreed, wrapping one arm around her while the other worked on closing the sky light, covering it with a flap of blue tarp. After all that, I think I was finally ready to go to bed.

The rest of the nightlife seemed to agree, silenced by our mating. The only thing I could hear was the soft breathing of Kat as she slipped back into a contented slumber. Smiling, I kissed the top of her furry forehead and allowed myself to relax, the aftereffects of our joining leaving me warm and limp.

The new ambiance we’d created... the bond that we’d formed...I think I enjoyed it more than the one from before.  Creating that bond, forging it with trust and desire… I think that’s the reason I like being a trainer.  No matter how controversial or unorthodox my methods might be, in the end only my connection to my companions matter.  And all the public will need to see is the culmination of our efforts as we triumph over the rest.

Our training will really start tomorrow.