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The Pokemon Trainers' Club:

Pikachu's Training

Bright and early the next morning, Malcolm was awake early in the morning. He was too excited to sleep, even though he knew the first day of training with Pikachu would be long and arduous. He sat at his computer reading a document, a mug of steaming coffee that he sipped from occasionally sitting next to him while he read.

It all started a few days before he placed the ad online. Malcolm went out to lunch with a new friend of his in this new town. He and Malcolm were chatting about general things, when he mentioned an event he just got back from seeing.

"It was the greatest thing, Malcolm, let me tell you. The matches are breathtaking, the showmanship phenomenal. There's nothing quite like it in the world," he told him.

"What's that?" Malcolm asked. "A sport?"

"A sport of sorts, I suppose. Pokemon battles."

"Pokemon battles!" Malcolm gasped incredulously.

"Yes, Malcolm. You see, rich... shall we say, 'pet' owners from around the world turn their pets into pokemon and enter them into the competition. It's monthly, invite only of course, but if you're interested I could probably get you in to watch a tournament." Malcolm chuckled.

"To heck with watching, I want to compete," he joked with a grin. The friend laughed.

"Then why don't you?" This cut Malcolm's laugh short, sending him into thought. "I do remember you telling me you're interested in that sort of thing anyway... and now that you have the resources, why not go ahead and find and train a pokemon? Take your time, the tournaments are frequent, and admission's always open to anyone who has a pokemon. Just let me know when you've got one, and I can get you information on requirements and admission and such... that is, if you'd like?"

"Of course!" Malcolm quickly responded, not even needing to think twice about it. "Count me in!"

It was that easy -- he sent his friend an e-mail telling him all about his new Pikachu, and that particular morning he had received an e-mail from his friend with congratulations. Congratulations, and the official battle tournament admission and competition information attached. It was this document Malcolm was currently reading. The first section of the file was some background on the whole thing. It was started by a few rich Japanese businessmen, creators of the original pokemon game. They had tournaments like this in mind when they made the game, but due to a lack of funding and commercial support to produce and market the game, they found it worked much better marketing the game to kids. It caught on as a worldwide phenomenon, and tournaments just like they were planning were beginning underground before they knew it. With some help from them, they funded and endorsed the first few tournaments, the league blooming in a surprisingly short time. The current league competitions consisted of a pokemon show -- like a pet show -- before the tournament, then the battles themselves.

The current pokemon standards, then, were based on how the original founders created their pokemon. Malcolm scanned over the list of requirements. For starters, the pokemon must look like the pokemon that they are supposed to be -- a somewhat obvious rule, but one that prevented "personal takes" on the pokemon and non-official ones. The pokemon had to be blinded for the duration of the show and matches. Their eyes inside their suits had to be sealed shut, and no eyeholes were allowed in the costume. This was to make doubly sure they cannot see, which would give them an unfair advantage in the matches. Pokemon were not allowed to utter so much as a single word of human speech at any time -- they were only allowed to say their name or make the designated noises. To make sure of this, the shock collars had to be worn under the suits as well. Pikachu already had his on; Malcolm ordered it early to ensure his pokemon would get used to speaking as such quickly to prevent slip-ups. These rules, of course, were only for the tournament and show pokemon and their suits; both casual trainers and tournament trainers were free to keep up their pokemon at home as they liked. Malcolm figured, though, that the best way to prepare Pikachu for the battles to come would be to get him used to how he would be kept during battle.

As far as movement and arm and leg appearance, there was a large section of specific rules. There were several different classes of pokemon: bipeds for pokemon who walked on two legs, regardless of how their arms were -- Pikachu fell into this category, as did most of the birds and various others. Bipeds' legs had to be restrained in a manner that only the leg from the waist to the knee was used, meaning they would have to walk on their knees. Their arms and hands also had to be restricted somehow; for birds, it was obvious as they would be wings, but for the others human hands weren't allowed. Smaller, more pokemon-like hands were fine if the pokemon had them. Quadrupeds were similar, but walked on all fours. They had the same leg requirements, but their arms had the same restrictions: only the arms from the shoulders to the elbow could be used, meaning their elbows would be nothing more than front paws. They could have small extensions on their knees and elbows, however, to compensate for height differences between the front and back. Snake and serpentine pokemon were mainly for the shows, as they usually faced a huge disadvantage in battle. Their entire body had to be wrapped up; no arms or legs were allowed at all. Fish pokemon and other pokemon with tails or fins instead of legs were required to have their arms restrained, only their shoulders to their elbows usable as frontal fins, while their legs were allowed to be held together as a large tail. Ball pokemon were another type rarely seen in battle -- they, too, had no arms or legs, but instead of being restrained in a snake-like form they were instead restrained in a ball-like one. There was also a miscellaneous class for any other pokemon that didn't fit into the above categories. For all classes, though, the pokemon had to be male, and had to have their mouth, genitals, and asshole clearly exposed and accessible.

Malcolm nodded, thinking for a moment. He was positive Pikachu met all the requirements for the biped class so far; he had gotten some of the requirements from his friend before he started working on Pikachu. Now that he was sure Pikachu would be able to participate, he began to read a little bit about the tournaments. In this league, pokemon won battles through one of two ways. One way a pokemon could win was by causing the other pokemon to blow his load through pawing him off, oral stimulation, anal stimulation, or by any other means necessary, referred to as a "passive" victory. "Aggressive" victories were won by a pokemon managing to shoot his own load in the opponent's tailhole. This meant that the pokemon had to be trained not only to suppress orgasm but also to speed it up on command. Other than that, the matches were no-holds-barred; the pokemon competing, directed by their trainers through earphones under their suits, could do anything they wished to win.

After finishing the document, Malcolm was not only certain Pikachu would be able to enter, but he also had a better idea of how to begin training Pikachu to compete. Malcolm began to search online for more information, but quickly found he had a difficult task ahead of him. No matter what he tried searching for, all he got was information on the game and fan sites. He had to do some serious digging and search refinement to find what he was looking for. It was indeed a very underground thing, as he discovered; there was next to nothing about it online. He did, however, find two pages of use to him: one was a page selling some leftover DVDs from a tournament about a year and a half ago for $500, the same price they were available at the tournaments. He ordered one, and continued to look through the page; it had some other helpful information for him: the competitions were larger and much more well-run and organized than he originally thought. They were also a lot pricier than he first believed: admission to watch a match ran, on average, $1000, and entrance into a competition would cost him $50,000 up front. The cash prize and renown to the winners, however, was beyond his wildest dreams. The other page he found was a faithful spectator's own personal stats on various average pokemon performance through tournaments over the years. It was just what he was looking for, and he printed it out to use as a base on how to train Pikachu.

Malcolm, after studying the stats, devised a training schedule, and went to prepare the gym where he would be training Pikachu. The "gym" was just a large room of Malcolm's house, and once he was finished it was filled with various exercise equipment and other assorted tools and implements he would be using in the course of Pikachu's training. He retrieved a stopwatch on a lanyard, hanging it around his neck, then went to change into a plain white t-shirt and gym shorts. Ready to begin, he went into Pikachu's room, where Pikachu was still sound asleep inside his pokeball, dreaming happily. Malcolm hit the button on the front of the pokeball; the hissing of the internal padding deflating woke Pikachu with a start. The lid opened, and Malcolm picked up Pikachu, hugging him and setting him on the ground.

"Good morning, Pikachu!" Malcolm said happily. Pikachu responded with a yawn, stretching, his body stiff from being curled up in the pokeball all night. Malcolm chuckled. "Welcome to your first day of training." Pikachu tipped his head slightly.

"Pika?" he responded, confused. Training, he wondered?

"That's right. I've read up about battle training, and starting today I'm going to make you into a prime contender in the tournament! The training's going to be long and hard, but all I ask of you is to bear with me and give me your all. You'll be winning battles by either getting your opponent off or getting off yourself in his tailhole... that doesn't sound like it'll be too hard, does it, buddy?" Pikachu just giggled, shaking his head no. "That's right! Then are you with me, buddy?" Malcolm asked. Pikachu, inspired by the pep talk and happy to start serving his new trainer, nodded excitedly.

"Pi! Pika!" Malcolm had no idea what Pikachu was trying to say, but he was pretty sure of what it meant, picking Pikachu up and hugging him.

"All right! Let's get started, then!"

With their newfound resolve, Malcolm and Pikachu were ready to start their day. Malcolm decided to start with something Pikachu would need to work on anyway -- learning to use senses other than sight.

"All right, Pikachu, follow me to the gym."

"Pi... pika?" Pikachu whined. How was he supposed to follow Malcolm if he couldn't see? He found it would be easier than he thought, though, as Malcolm walked off. Pikachu could distinctly make out the sounds of his footsteps, and it was just a matter of following them. The suit muffled the sound a little bit, which made it slightly more difficult, but he followed Malcolm pretty well as they walked out of Pikachu's room, down the hall, and into the gym. (Pikachu's only mishap occurred when he walked into the doorframe of the gym's entrance, turning a bit too early.) Once there, they were ready to start.

"Pikachu," Malcolm said as he took the remote control for Pikachu's suit out of his pocket, "your training is now officially beginning. We'll start with something pretty direct: orgasm control. In a moment, I'm going to be turning on the TENS unit in your suit. You'll feel pleasurable sensations and you'll want to come... but don't. Hold yourself back as long as you can, okay?" Pikachu nodded affirmatively. With that, Malcolm hit the switch and started the stopwatch. Pikachu immediately began to moan in pleasure, the feeling already too much to bear. He would have loved to just give in to it, but he was determined to hold back as long as he could. It was only a matter of seconds before Pikachu's entire body was quivering, practically in pain holding himself back. It was finally too much for him to bear, and with a loud "Pika!" he gave in, bucking his hips as pika-spooge shot out of his cock. Malcolm stopped the watch and frowned, jotting down the time next to the site's recommended average. "Pikachu's going to have to get much better very fast if things keep up like this..." Malcolm thought grimly to himself.

After giving Pikachu a minute or two to recompose himself, Malcolm -- with no better option -- dropped his pants and underwear and sat on the floor in front of Pikachu.

"All right, Pikachu... your next training is for some passive attacking. Come over here and put that muzzle and tongue of yours to work." Pikachu walked up, feeling Malcolm's semi-hard cock. Pikachu immediately set to his task as Malcolm started his stopwatch once more. The eager pokemon took Malcolm's member into his muzzle, sucking on it and working it with his tongue. Malcolm was (pleasantly) surprised at how good Pikachu was at it, and it didn't take long for Pikachu to get Malcolm fully erect. He tried to hold back himself, but found Pikachu was just too much for him as he ejaculated into Pikachu's muzzle, hitting the button on the stopwatch as he moaned in pleasure. He looked at the stopwatch, and grinned. "That's the way to do it, Pikachu," he said proudly.

After getting himself and Pikachu cleaned up and pulling his shorts back up, Malcolm looked down to see what was next. He cringed, and kneeled down next to Pikachu.

"You know that, during battle, there are no holds barred. That means you can do anything to the other pokemon to win... but they, in turn, can do anything to you as well. You may one day find yourself up against a ruthless opponent who will do anything to win." Malcolm sighed. "This next phase will not be pleasant, Pikachu, and it will hurt. A lot. But that's the point of it -- I'm going to subject your cock and balls to unbearable pain, just as if your opponent were to be kicking or punching or even biting you there." Pikachu was obviously apprehensive, but he nuzzled up against Malcolm. "Are you ready?" Pikachu nodded. With that, Malcolm had Pikachu follow him to a section of the wall where there were small metal shackles chained to the wall. Malcolm first chained Pikachu's arms to the wall, holding them up and to the sides, and then his feet in place. Once Pikachu was secured, he was barely able to move, held stretched out in a spread-eagle position against the wall. Malcolm pressed the button on the remote control which activated the painful disciplinary shocks in Pikachu's TENS unit, and the helpless pokemon screeched in agony as electricity painfully shot through his cock and balls. He could do nothing to alleviate the pain while Malcolm subjected him to the shocks, occasionally squeezing, slapping, and pinching his tender cock and balls as well. It felt even worse for Pikachu; being shackled to the wall in the manner he was, he could not do anything to try to protect himself or even alleviate the pain. Malcolm could only bring himself to subject Pikachu to this torture for an even minute; once the minute had passed, Malcolm immediately opened the quick-release latches on the shackles, grabbing Pikachu and hugging him tightly. Pikachu, in agony, could do nothing but bury his face into Malcolm's chest, sobbing tearlessly as Malcolm stroked his head, trying to comfort him. "I'm sorry, Pikachu. I know the training is hard, and I don't enjoy having to hurt you, but I've got to make sure that you're going to be the best that you can be in the matches. You understand, right?" Pikachu sniffled and nodded, and Malcolm smiled. "That's my boy. Come on, we'll take a break now. You've earned it."

Malcolm and Pikachu took the next half hour off to relax after that ordeal. Malcolm sat on the floor as Pikachu lay in his lap, Malcolm massaging his back and rubbing his belly affectionately. Pikachu was glad for the break, but a half hour later, it was back to training.

"Don't worry, Pikachu, I don't think there's anything quite that bad for the rest of the day's schedule," Malcolm said. "Right now, though, we'll be working on your speed." Malcolm led Pikachu to a small pikachu-sized treadmill. "All right, Pikachu. Step up in front of you, onto the treadmill." Pikachu felt in front of him, feeling the treadmill, and climbed up onto it. "Good. All you have to do is run as fast as you can for five minutes. Okay?"

"Pika!"

"Good! Then start... now!" Malcolm started up the watch, but as Pikachu began to run, it took him only seconds to find out that prolonged running on his "feet" -- really his bent and wrapped up knees -- was a tough task. It didn't take long before his feet began to hurt, but Pikachu continued resolutely, softly muttering "pi - ka - pi - ka" to himself in rhythm with his running. He kept it up as long as he could, but when Malcolm's watch hit the three minute mark, Pikachu fell flat on his face, unable to run anymore. Pikachu whined, rubbing his aching feet with his paws. Malcolm sighed. "I wanted to get a five-minute reading, but you only managed to go for three minutes, Pikachu. That's all right, though," Malcolm said with a chuckle as he took over massaging Pikachu's feet, "you tried your best. As we train, you'll develop better speed and stamina... and resistance to your poor feet hurting so fast!"

Malcolm looked at his training schedule. It was going nicely so far; Pikachu wasn't up to par with some of the statistics Malcolm had seen so far, but that was fine. He was, after all, just starting to train, and he was already showing promise in a few key areas. Agility and reflex training were next, but Malcolm had only to look at Pikachu, still rubbing his feet, to decide that he would postpone that until later in the day. Instead, he decided an early lunch was in order. He told Pikachu to stay, and went to the kitchen, fixing up a sandwich for himself. He opened a cabinet door: inside was a box filled with bags of what looked like dog food. It was similar, but it wasn't dog food. It was specially made pokemon food, another purchase he had made in preparation to getting and training his own pokemon. It looked like dog food as he opened the bag and poured it into a metal dog dish labeled "Pikachu," but it was made by previous trainers in the league for their own pokemon to keep them healthy for training and battle, enriched with vitamins and nutrients. Malcolm brought his sandwich and Pikachu's bowl back to the gym, and the two began to enjoy a quiet, leisurely lunch. The quiet was disturbed pretty quickly by Malcolm, though, as he almost choked on a bite of sandwich from laughing while he watched Pikachu try to eat out of the dog dish. The poor pokemon was down on all fours, trying to eat with just his muzzle -- something he wasn't accustomed to quite yet, meaning most of the food fell out of his mouth while he tried to lift his head back up and chew. Drinking water out of his dish was an equal chore; it took him a while to find a happy medium between lapping at the water and barely getting any to plunging his whole muzzle into the water to drink and almost choking as water got up into his nose.

After lunch (and cleaning up Pikachu, who got more of the food all over his face and down his front than in his mouth), Malcolm resumed the training.

"Now then, Pikachu. Do remember that you'll not only have to be looking for an opening for a victory yourself, but also prepared to defend yourself. I've prepared a special technique for you to learn. I want you to be able to pee on command, Pikachu. If an opponent tries to take you down orally, all you have to do is pee in their mouth! That should, at the very least, make them back off for a few seconds, and you might even get the opportunity for a counterattack! Now then... pee. Right now, Pikachu!" Pikachu strained and tried to pee, but didn't really have to at the moment. Malcolm waited for about five seconds, then he hit a button on the remote control, and Pikachu yelped as a shock ran through his cock and balls. Pikachu strained even harder, desperate to pee before he received another shock, and finally a trickle of pee began to dribble out just before Malcolm was about to hit the button again. He grinned. "Good, Pikachu. But that's only half of it. You see, your opponents might try the same thing on you. You have to learn to be unfazed by it." With that, Malcolm took a funnel gag from a nearby table, shoving it in Pikachu's muzzle, turning on the magnets to seal his muzzle around it. With that done, Malcolm pulled down his pants slightly, and began to take a piss of his own into the gag. Pikachu coughed and sputtered, but finding he had no other choice he obediently swallowed. Once it was gone, Malcolm removed the funnel gag as Pikachu coughed some more. Malcolm scratched Pikachu behind the ears. "Good boy."

With Pikachu's new technique learned and practiced, Malcolm decided it was time to move onto strength training. For this, Malcolm led Pikachu to a punching bag attached by a chain to both the ceiling and the floor. It gave it some freedom of movement, but kept it for the most part in one place.

"All right, Pikachu, you'll have to be able to defend yourself while you're out there, so you'll need to learn some basic attack moves. Start with some standard kicks and punches." Pikachu nodded, but quickly found it wouldn't be as easy as he thought to do so. With his shorter arms and legs, it took some real effort on Pikachu's part to put any force into his attacks. Soon, though, he found the trick was to put more of his body into it, and was punching and kicking the bag like a pro. Malcolm nodded. "Good, Pikachu. You'll need to learn some full-body attack moves, too. Try using a tackle attack on the punching bag." Pikachu nodded, leaning back and crouching as best he could, springing forward to tackle the punching bag as hard as he could. He threw a few more tackles at it before Malcolm stopped him. "Good, good. Now try some headbutt attacks as well." Pikachu knew it would probably leave him with a headache, but he prepared a tackle again, this time charging forward with his head lowered, striking the punching bag in a much lower position. The impact, though, sent Pikachu staggering backwards slightly, causing him to grab his head in his paws.

"Chuuu..." he whined. Malcolm just laughed.

"Sorry, Pikachu! Don't worry, I'll add something to absorb some of the impact to the head of your battle suit when you start in the tournaments."

With the punching bag exercise finished, Malcolm went over to a small storage closet, taking out a large, life-sized, generic-looking stuffed animal. It was pretty nondescript: it was made out of a tan-colored soft fabric, and other than the basic bipedal shape (which looked a bit like Pikachu), didn't really have any features other than a large fabric-covered dildo attached in the appropriate position, and also two holes where the tailhole and mouth would be. Malcolm set it on the ground in front of Pikachu.

"Here, Pikachu. Get a feel for this. It's what most of your opponents will feel like. We'll do some exercises with this one, and we'll repeat them afterwards with a quadruped one, okay?" Pikachu ran his hands over it, feeling the stuffed animal, realizing it felt more or less how he thought he looked. "Now, pretend it's the punching bag. Don't worry, it's well-made, I don't think you can rip or break it. Kick it, punch it, tackle it, do whatever you can to wear it down." Pikachu did as he was instructed -- he began to attack the stuffed animal as if it were a real opponent. After a minute or two of attacking, Malcolm nodded. "Okay, that's good. For now, we'll say it's worn down. Now pin it to the ground!" Pikachu did as he was told, tossing the stuffed animal to the ground, sitting on top of it to keep it down. "Good! Now, go for a passive victory! Paw it off, suck it off, anything you can!" Pikachu immediately and obediently began to use his paws to work the dildo on the stuffed animal, doing his best to use his rear legs to keep it pinned down. Once Malcolm decided Pikachu had enough of that, they repeated the exercises, this time using a quadruped-shaped stuffed animal.

For Pikachu's next phase of training, Malcolm took a medium-sized dildo off the nearby supply table, and placed it in Pikachu's paws.

"I want you to suck on that and pretend it's your opponent's. While you do, I'm going to seal your nose shut. You need to work on lung power and be able to hold your breath for as long as you can. After all, the less you have to stop to breathe, the longer and more effectively you can take advantage of any situation you have your opponent in." Pikachu nodded, and put the dildo in his muzzle, beginning to pretend it was the real thing. Malcolm used the remote control to close off Pikachu's nostrils, and hit the stopwatch. "Keep going until you absolutely have to breathe again, Pikachu!" Pikachu nodded, and continued for a good minute until he was obviously straining, finally yanking the dildo out of his muzzle as he gasped for air. Malcolm nodded. "Good job, Pikachu, good job. The more you practice, the longer you'll be able to do it. I'm sure learning to hold your breath for long periods of time will come in handy in other situations, too."

Malcolm chuckled in anticipation of the next part.

"This will be easy, Pikachu. Stand still." Pikachu stood there, and Malcolm poked him in the chest, knocking him over onto his butt. Pikachu scrambled back to his feet, and Malcolm laughed. "You'll need to get used to being knocked over in every direction and in every way, and learn how to get back up quickly." With that, Malcolm this time pushed Pikachu over from behind, the pokemon landing flat on his face. Pikachu again stood up, and this "training" continued for the next five minutes, Malcolm pushing Pikachu over in various directions. To keep him on his toes, Malcolm would even occasionally sweep Pikachu's legs out from under him, spin him around and knock him to the ground, or even flip him upside down and set him on his head before letting him fall over again. Pikachu, however, was excellent at getting back onto his feet within the first few times of getting knocked over. Malcolm decided Pikachu was doing well enough to skip ahead to the next phase.

Malcolm took the dildo Pikachu was using a few minutes ago, and cleaned it, lubricating it well.

"Ready for the next part, Pikachu? We're going to be working on various anal techniques now. First of all, according to league regulations, your tailhole has to be able to accommodate a certain size with no trouble. This is a little bit bigger than what you need, for two reasons. Not only will the opponent have a harder time getting off should they get a hold of you if you learn to be absolutely relaxed and loose, but it will also get you used to it should you find yourself in that position and give you training on how to escape and possibly turn the tables on them. So with that in mind... bend over." Pikachu obediently bent over, and Malcolm slowly slid the dildo up Pikachu's tailhole. Pikachu grunted, whining softly, but took it without too much trouble. "Remember, stay as relaxed as you can." Pikachu whined softly as Malcolm began to slowly pump the dildo in and out of him. After a few minutes of pumping, Malcolm kneeled behind Pikachu and pushed the dildo reasonably far into his rump, holding it in place against the appropriate area on his own body with one hand while he held Pikachu down slightly with the other. "All right, Pikachu, practice some evasive maneuvers. Relax, concentrate, and get out of being pinned and used. Turn the tables! Either go for a passive victory or if you can catch them by surprise, get around them for an aggressive victory of your own!" Malcolm continued to pump the dildo in and out, and Pikachu struggled to get away, but he was held fast. Malcolm sighed, removing the dildo and setting it aside. "Don't worry, Pikachu. It'll take time to learn how to escape that, and I'm sure your speed and agility training will help a lot. I've been putting it off for a while, so let's do your agility, reflex, and command taking exercises now."

Pikachu was led to another treadmill in the gym; this one, though, had another identical treadmill next to it. The treadmills were electronically linked, and their conveyors would always have matching speeds. Their purpose was to teach Pikachu not only how to run fast but also how to evade and respond quickly to commands given by Malcolm. Before Pikachu got onto the treadmill, Malcolm slipped a headset with earphones and a microphone onto his head.

"Stay there, Pikachu. I'm going into the other room to test these." Pikachu nodded, and Malcolm walked out of the gym, closing the door behind him. He walked down the hall until he was sure Pikachu would not be able to hear him unless it was through the earphones. He put on a similar headset of his own, turning it on. "Pikachu, can you hear me?"

"Pika!" Pikachu responded affirmatively through the headset. Malcolm nodded.

"Good. I'll be back in a second." Malcolm went back into the gym, and took Pikachu's headset off. "I just wanted to test those while I was thinking of it. You'll be wearing that underneath your suit while you compete so that I can guide you and issue commands. That's why it's so important you learn to trust me and do exactly what I tell you when I tell you. Now, then, get up on the treadmill, and start running." Pikachu sighed; his feet still hurt slightly from last time he had to do this, but he did as he was told, getting up onto the treadmill and beginning to run, the attached treadmill turning along with Pikachu's. "Good, Pikachu! Now, try running on your hands and feet!" Pikachu did as he was told, dropping to all fours and using his hands as forepaws. To his surprise, it was actually easier to run like that, it took a lot of the strain off his feet, and he even managed to pick up a bit of extra speed. Malcolm grinned. "Great, great! Now, switch treadmills! Dart over to the treadmill on your right and keep going!" Pikachu did so, pushing off with his left hand and foot to land over on the right-hand treadmill, continuing his gait. "Switch!" Malcolm again shouted, and Pikachu hopped back to the left. Malcolm kept up the switch orders, varying their timing, even getting so fast with them that Pikachu was doing more darting back and forth than forward running. After a few seconds of that, Malcolm began to issue even more detailed orders for Pikachu to follow; sudden stops, running faster, two feet to the right, and jump straight up then switch were among them, all directions he might receive in battle. Pikachu quickly tired out after about three minutes of this rigorous exercise, though, and found himself unable to run any longer, collapsing as he slid off the treadmill. Malcolm picked him up and congratulated him with a hug. "Great job, Pikachu!" Pikachu just smiled happily in reply.

Malcolm gave Pikachu a good hour to rest after that. The poor pokemon was exhausted, and while Malcolm hated to push him, they were so close to finishing their training for the day. Malcolm felt a little better once he checked the schedule; the remaining training exercises were nowhere near as strenuous as the last one. Next on Pikachu's training schedule was learning to use his paws to work his opponent off with less difficulty. Malcolm again removed his pants and sat down on the floor, stopwatch in hand. For this exercise, since it was the first time, he decided not to hold back very much.

"All right, Pikachu. Come over here and use your paws to make me orgasm." Pikachu trotted over, and began to use his paws to work Malcolm's cock. Malcolm didn't need to hold back at all -- Pikachu was terrible at it. "Come on, Pikachu, you can do better than that!" Malcolm scolded, disappointed.

"Chuuu!" Pikachu whined. He was still exhausted from the full day's training, and he was still getting used to using his paws as they were. It took Pikachu quite a while, but he finally got Malcolm to the point of orgasm -- just barely, though. Malcolm checked the time, and sighed, writing down the time.

"Hmm. We'll have to work on that a lot, I suppose."

Malcolm cleaned up and redressed; there was but one final training exercise for the day.

"Pikachu, I think you'll be happy to hear that we're almost finished for the day. This is the last exercise."

"Pika!" Pikachu squealed happily, relieved that his grueling day of exercise was close to an end. Malcolm retrieved the stuffed animals Pikachu was working with earlier, and took the bipedal stuffed animal, setting it down in front of Pikachu.

"Here you go, Pikachu. The biped stuffed animal is back. We'll work with the quadruped next time. I want you to get off in that stuffed animal's tailhole as quickly as you can... go!" Malcolm started his stopwatch, and Pikachu pinned it down, shoving his cock into the stuffed animal's tailhole, humping it wildly until he squealed as he exploded inside of it. Pikachu drooped over the back of the stuffed animal, exhausted, and Malcolm picked Pikachu up with a grin, hugging him tightly. "That's great! And that's all for today. I bet you're ready for some well-earned sleep, aren't you, buddy?" Pikachu nodded, tired. Malcolm chuckled as he carried the exhausted Pikachu to his pokeball, opening it and tucking Pikachu in for the night. "Good night, and good work!"

"Pi pika..." Pikachu muttered contentedly as the lid of the pokeball closed, sealing him in for the night.

Pikachu's training continued for a solid month after that. One day a week was spent practicing all of the training regimens they did the first day. This was to keep Pikachu sharp on all of them, and also for Malcolm to gauge Pikachu's progress. The day immediately after those huge training sessions was strictly for rest to give Pikachu and Malcolm a chance to recuperate. For the next four days, two days were spent working on the physical aspects of Pikachu's training (such as his speed, agility, pain resistance, and strength training), while the other two were spent working on the defensive and offensive skills (orgasm control, peeing on command, working his opponent, and other related skills). The final day of the week was another day of general relaxation for the two to give them a break from the constant training. On these days, though, Malcolm would sometimes even put Pikachu on a leash and take him for walks around the block. (This did, of course, also help to work up Pikachu's leg strength and general balance.) People the two would meet would greet them with mixed reactions, of course: some avoided them as best they could, thinking it was weird or silly, some just thought it was hilarious, and still others thought it was the greatest thing they'd ever seen.

On one rest day after a full training session about a month after Pikachu had started his training, Malcolm sat in his office while Pikachu wandered around the house, playing. (Pikachu enjoyed spending his free time learning to explore his world with his new body.) Malcolm picked up the phone, checking his messages from the day before, when he heard a message left by a familiar voice.

"Malcolm! Hello there, it's Paul! Just calling to see if you ever got that pokemon of yours, or if you gave up on it, or what! Haven't heard from you in more than a month, so I just thought I'd give you a call and see how it's going. Hey, and if you did catch one, perhaps Charmander and I could come out there for a visit, see how well you've been training yours? Looking forward to hearing back from you, give me a call!" Malcolm finished up listening to his messages, and dialed a number.

"Hey, Paul? It's Malcolm! Sorry it's been so long, I've got a Pikachu of my own I've been training! Yes, I love it! Say, about that offer you made, you and Charmander coming out for a visit?..."

[Feb 20 2005]