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The forest seemed bright and cheery, with the sunlight filtering in and the chirping of birds overhead. But for Brace, it was the least friendly place imaginable, due to the presence of a certain Abra. Time and time again, he had come back, trying so recover his pride, only to fail and be further humiliated. This time, he vowed, it would be different. He had company, someone who could help him out.

"Thanks for making this trip, Satch. I know it's kind of far afield."

"Hey, no sweat, I think it's gonna be a lot of fun!" Satch, the Sneasel Brace had met up north, and had a good time with, had seemed all too happy to join him on this trip. Brace knew he was capable, and they made a pretty good team, working some magic together against the smuggling ring that now was entirely behind bars. "It's weird, though, this place seems like kinda nothing. Do you even know what's out here?"

"No clue. I've tried to do some digging since the first time, but there's no information out in the public records. Probably why they wanted me to check out the area in the first place."

"So what's so important that this Axon guy feels like he's gotta stick his neck out for it?" Satch shook his head. "Maybe he's just a territorial prick."

"I don't know. We know there's a human involved somewhere...sometimes called 'The Invisible Man' because of how infrequently he's seen. And Axon's made occasional reference to someone who he seems to consider an authority figure, which may or may not be the same guy. Either way, I've yet to see him, so it could just be a delusion, but something tells me he's actually working for someone. I just don't know to what end."

"Well, maybe we can beat it outta him."

"Maybe...don't underestimate him, Satch. I mean, I'm not anymore and he's still gotten the best of me over and over again."

Satch snickered. "Relax, bud. I know what to expect. Their kind are quick, and he's strong enough to give a Fighting-type what for! But I come from a fast species too, and I've got the type advantage. And with the numbers advantage, I think we've got a fair shot!"

Brace allowed himself a bit of a relieved smile; Satch had him feeling a little more confident than his solo excursions, and the strategy seemed doable enough. But as he felt a familiar prickle in his body, he knew they were getting close, and he didn't want to play his cards too quickly; any advantage they could get was useful. "We're almost to him...stay hidden for a bit so you can sneak up on him."

Satch nodded and saluted, staying back in the brush while Brace stepped forth. Axon was standing there, not looking his direction, but Brace wasn't dumb enough to think he wasn't aware of his presence. Indeed, the Abra spoke up as he got into position. "Back for more, are you? It's been a while...I thought maybe you'd just sucked it up and moved on, but you really can't get enough of that treatment, can you?"

"I still have business with you," Brace replied darkly. "Over and over, you won and had your way with me, and told me I was just coming back because I liked it, when all I ever wanted to do was beat you just once, prove that I could. And that's just what I'm going to do today...beat you, and then be done with you for good."

"Hm. Nice speech. Apparently you've been preparing. But I am curious...who's your Dark-type friend?"

"What...makes you think I have a Dark-type friend here?" Brace tried to sound casual but he was pretty sure Axon could pick up on it anyway - as the Abra had told him multiple times before, his mind was still an open book.

"One, I'm picking up a large void nearby where I can't detect anything, which I know means there's a Dark-type in the area because I know these woods by heart and there aren't any such voids naturally. Two, I heard you chatting with someone as you were approaching."

Damnation... Brace cursed himself for his foolishness; of course Axon wouldn't rely solely on his psychic powers to detect threats. It wasn't like the Abra ever did anything by type.

"Let me guess...you brought him here in order to get an advantage over me, because you're so desperate for victory and you don't care if it's not just by your own hand, you'll tell yourself you were the winner regardless." Axon sighed and shrugged. "I don't suppose there's any point in trying to tell you to give it up?"

"You'll be begging for us to stop soon enough!" Sensing that stealth was of little consequence at that point, Satch leapt out dramatically and pointed at Axon with a confident smirk. "You just wait, you may think you're tough stuff but you ain't never dealt with me before!"

"Suit yourselves." Axon took up a guarded stance.

Brace and Satch started the fight on their terms, flanking the Abra and going on for blows on either side. A quick flip got Axon out of the way with relative ease, but he barely had time to adjust before Satch was upon him again, his natural speed giving him an edge that Brace simply didn't have against him. Immediately he was put on the defensive, dodging and blocking with little chance for a counterattack, and it was almost too late that he realized he was being herded into position. A rapid duck dodged the blow to the back of the head from Brace, so close that Axon could feel the flesh slide past his ear.

He had just enough time to try to sweep Brace's leg, but the Machop jumped it, and then he was tackled from behind by Satch. He executed a quick reversal, using their momentum to fling his lower body over him, dislodging the Sneasel forcefully, before taking a kick from Brace that sent him flying. He landed safely several yards away, but once again only just got his bearings before Satch engaged again, leaving him no time to adjust or get in a strike of his own.

The two kept at it, and Brace was feeling a steady rise in his mood as the fight seemed to turn their way. Satch was quick enough and Axon couldn't read him, which kept him from putting his attention on Brace, allowing him to get double-teamed. As good as he was at this, it was starting to bear on him, he could see the telltale signs in the Abra; his breaths were coming harder, and he seemed to be slowing down in his responses, having more and more trouble keeping up. All Brace needed was to land one good blow, and he would be down for the count.

As Satch drove him towards the Machop again, it seemed like the moment was there; Axon's eyes were fully on the Sneasel, and he seemed a pure open target. He drew his fist back, and as Axon got in range, shot it forward...

In a flash, Axon quickly turned and caught the fist with both hands. Brace saw him wince slightly, for just a brief moment, before the Abra yanked him into the air, swinging him around by his caught fist, the Machop powerless to extricate himself. Satch was forced back to avoid being struck, expecting that Axon would throw Brace at him to try to knock them both out, but but instead he released in almost the opposite direction, hurling Brace several yards away from the other and out of the immediate engagement. The landing didn't have too much impact on Brace, but the damage was done - Axon had a moment to focus fully on Satch, and it was all he needed.

Satch had figured that his speed and type advantage were enough to keep Axon occupied until Brace got back into it, and tried to demonstrate that by rushing him while Axon was focused on him. He didn't see the Abra's glowing fist, primed to strike at the perfect moment, until it was too late to react. The fist slammed full-force into Satch's chest, the Sneasel going wide-eyed at the impact. They hung in place briefly as Satch's energy was pulled out of him and into Axon, before he was launched away and into a tree, crashing into it and then flopping onto the ground, dazed and exhausted.

Brace's eyes were wide as saucers as he saw Axon turn towards him, clearly filled with a renewed vigor. "What..."

"Drain Punch."

"Impossible. Your kind can't use that move."

"That's what I've heard. We're also not supposed to be able to do this." Axon jumped up into the air, and then kicked forward at high speed, a Hi Jump Kick. Avoiding it would have been a feat for Brace even if he was ready for it, but as gobsmacked as he was, he was a sitting duck. The impact sent him sailing into a different tree, which he could hear crack a bit on contact, before he too crashed into the ground. As he laid there, unable to do much more than writhe, he could sense the Abra's presence at his head.

"As I thought...old-style, not one of the new ones that's shielded...you'd think they'd realize by now how much of a vulnerability that is..."

"Wh...what are..." Brace stopped as he felt a prickling in his brain, and groaned out in discomfort. Axon as doing something to his head, he didn't know what...wasn't the implant supposed to prevent that?

"Your chip isn't very well shielded from psychic influence itself. Kind of a fundamental design flaw that wasn't caught for a long time, not until some Psychic-types learned how to be more creative. It doesn't really take all that much to slip in and disable them. Of course, I don't want to draw suspicion, so all I did was make a little..." he suddenly focused, and Brace's arm jerked up involuntarily. "...exception."

Brace could feel his heartbeat pick up a bit, though it wasn't enough to get the rest of his weary body going. "You...know how to do that?"

"I've known for a long time. Of course, I couldn't be sure that yours wasn't one of the protected ones, and from what I've heard they can have nasty effects if you try to tamper with them. Fortunately, I thought to get a good look at yours last time, and was able to do my research. Now, I think I'm about ready to take what I really want."

"What...what even are you?"

"I told you before...the only things to be found here are Pokémon who aren't exactly normal for their kind. And they don't want to be found...that's why I'm out here. Did it not occur to you that I might be one of those Pokémon I mentioned?"

"I...of course. But...that still doesn't-"

"If you still don't know, perhaps I'll tell you...another time. Right now, I have other things I want to do."

Brace jerked again as a psychic force washed over him, bypassing his feeble resistance and burying itself to his core...he knew what was coming, but it hit him like a truck anyway, a raging need burning deep inside him, especially in his most sensitive areas. His body was starting to jerk with the force of his arousal...much deeper and stronger than he'd ever felt it in his life. Of course that was how Axon would use his new power over him. "Gghh...knew you...were a pervert..."

"Oh, please. This is standard fare for Psychic types...psychic stimulation of one's partner is commonplace. You should know that. Now, what I've really got in store for you...THAT would earn the mark. Let's see what you really think of it."

As he spoke those last words, Brace gasped as he felt a new strange sensation in his groin. He was still extremely aroused, hut his cock was pulling back into his slit...at first he thought it was shrinking, but no, he still felt its full presence, it was just returning to the depths it stayed in, a much tighter fit in its aroused state, yet somehow not as unpleasant as he would have expected. When it got all the way it, he felt it stick there, trapped by the unseen force...he didn't know what was going on, until he saw the Abra approach again, and then something clicked in his brain that sent a chill into his spine.

Wait...he's not...he wouldn't...would he?

It appeared that he was, though. Axon had climbed over Brace, his cock now positioned at that vacant slit, teasing at the opening with his tip, the length yet again glowing with his mind's energy. Brace couldn't help but shudder in unbidden pleasure, he didn't want to accept that feeling but he was so much more sensitive there than anywhere else...

"Beg for it." The command was quiet but forceful. "Beg for me to fuck you there...don't bother pretending you want to fight it, I know how you really feel."

Brace still wanted to deny it, to tell the Abra to get off of him and leave that area of his alone, but something within him wouldn't let that happen...the part of him that responded to that brief contact, that had him shivering in pleasure, wanted to know what would happen, and it was in charge at that moment, the other parts of him already accepting yet another defeat. In a quiet, pleading voice, he said, "Please, Axon...fuck my slit, fuck it hard, make it feel so bad and so good, invade me with your sperm..."

Axon didn't respond verbally, but rather pulled his hips back slightly and thrust into Brace's slit, sending a shooting star shower through the Machop's brain; if his anal entrance was sensitive to this treatment, his slit was about three thousand times so. He felt like he could orgasm immediately, but it was denied to him, the psychic force blocking him from release. He cried out in torturous ecstasy as he was forced to endure ever rising pleasure without relief, helpless to fight the Abra's power.

Each thrust sent Axon deeper, the psychic energy concentrated in his cock inflaming all the nerves in that sensitive slit while forcing it to expand and allow him in further. Before long he was in fully, taking his highly abnormal endeavor to its ultimate point. He sawed in and out ruthlessly, driving both their pleasures higher and higher, forcing Brace to endure a mindbending flood of pleasure that he could never have possibly prepared for...

Axon hadn't quite been prepared for it either. The unnatural coupling had him on a high, the tightness around his cock more pleasing than ever, and his own lust was fraying his typical restraint. As he was closing in on his climax, it broke, and on impulse he let out a stimulating burst of psychic energy, driving it into Brace all over to truly overstimulate the Machop's erogenous zones.

He was entirely unprepared for the result. With a primal cry, Brace bucked up hard, his body smashing through the psychic lock to bring him into an explosive orgasm, the force of the pleasure bomb barreling through his entire body like a meteor. In a spasm he clamped down on Axon's cock, making the Abra's eyes go wide and bringing on his own orgasm, his seed spurting messily into that slit, coating the insides with his cum. He was locked in and milked hard through the duration of Brace's orgasm, which lasted quite a long time, ensuring that every drop Axon had to give was splattered into him.

It took a minute for the Abra to compose himself after that; it was a powerfully pleasant experience of his own, much more than he had anticipated, and it took a fair bit out of him at the moment. But as Brace loosened up on him, and he was able to retrieve his well-seeded cock from the Machop, he was quickly back to himself, and in fact rather enjoyed the momentary lapse. But the bigger surprise was to come, with his victim sending off some unusual signals.

Brace lay on his back, panting; his mind was coming back into focus, starting to be able to comprehend the world around him again. It was strange; despite the seemingly extremely humiliating and debasing act he'd just been subjected to, he was unable to feel disgusted or angry. In fact, he felt quite good, quite pleasant, unfettered by the loathing and pathos he'd felt every time Axon had had him before. It was as if something had broken, or some part of him stripped away by the intensity of that rush.

None of this escaped Axon. "You enjoyed that, I see."

Brace was quiet a moment, unsure how to respond, before it came out of him almost automatically, slightly flat and spacey. "Yeah...yeah, I did."

The peculiar response and demeanor had Axon on guard; what had transpired was something a bit distant from his experience, and he found himself peering into the Machop's mind to make sure nothing had fundamentally changed - something like that would attract suspicion. But the basic state seemed to not reveal any changes, only some higher level, more specific rewiring, and that got him to relax again. "Well then, I see no reason not to continue."

The Machop jerked in a sudden rush of pleasure as his dick re-emerged, dripping with both of their fluids. Now it felt more sensitive than usual, an after-effect of the psychic manipulation enacted on it, and he desperately wanted to put it in something. One look over at the downed Sneasel was all he needed to get motivated into action.

Axon was quite pleased that Brace was already going in his direction; having the Machop on his side meant a whole lot more fun. One quick Miracle Eye was all that was needed, and he woke Satch with a poke to the mind, quickly gaining control before he could figure out how to fight it off. With little regard for patience, he commanded Satch to climb to his hands and knees, the Sneasel obeying without even a lick of resistance, making him an easy target for the horny Machop.

For Satch it was a very strange experience. He'd never been hit with Miracle Eye before, never had any level of psychic control exacted on him, and it was proving to be quite the surreal sensation, his body tingling under the imposition and almost giving him a floating, wobbly feeling. And oddly, to him, not entirely unpleasant. Rather than fighting it, he let it continue, more interested in seeing where it was going to go than in trying to overcome the Abra at this point.

He found out quickly as his ass was forcefully parted by Brace's cock, skewering him with all the violence of their first meeting - in fact, even more, as the force from the Abra held him firmly in place, ensuring that every bit of energy from the Machop's thrusts went right into his body. Satch let out a loud, long moan, punctuated by jumps in volume and pitch with every jolt into his body, the wonderful feeling of a hard fuck quickly bringing his arousal to the fore...though he soon realized, something was holding it back. It was like he was getting aroused, but something was stopping him from getting too aroused.

And then Axon was in front of him, his seedy dick poking at the Sneasel's lips. Satch just grinned and stared licking at it, getting the mix of male off of it...and as he did, he shuddered as a tingle went through his groin, building him up just a bit. Brace felt it as well, as it prompted him to thrust harder, trying to get himself off even more intensely. Satch's eyes trailed up toward's Axon's face, and the smirk was all too evident. There were no words, not even a psychic prompt, but the message was still clear - they were only getting off once Axon did.

As this become clear, Satch dove down on Axon, quickly cleaning him of every bit of Machop seed that remained. Axon quickly started groaning as his dick was forcefully drawn into the Sneasel's maw, Satch taking him to the root without complaint or hesitation. He had to brace himself to keep his legs from wobbling under the rapid assault; he was still quite primed and sensitive from the unexpected storm of pleasure when he took Brace, and wanted to hold off longer to keep the other two under his thrall, but the Sneasel was making that difficult.

Brace was essentially lost to the moment, a slave to his demanding dick as he thrashed Satch's hole for all it was worth. It was only the psychic force holding Satch in place that kept him from driving all three of them along the ground, such was the force of his thrusting. It was another kind of torment, he was constantly on the verge, even past the point of no return, yet unable to get his release, and he was very much enjoying it this time. As was Satch, who took everything below him, getting a pounding unlike every before, his prostate razed by every powerful blow and his twitching cock begging for freedom, freedom which could only be provided through his mouth, working his manipulator to the inevitable finale.

But this time it was Satch who proved the expert manipulator. Seeing Axon nearing his limit, he pulled away, leaving the Psychic Type with a shuddering moan as he let the coming surge fall back. Even when the Abra pulled Satch's head back to him, he began only with slow, taunting licks, ensuring he wasn't going off any time soon. His own body was practically screaming for an orgasm, each slam from Brace making the need double, but still he teased, not letting Axon reach his climax to break the spell.

This time it was Axon who broke. With a growl, he grabbed Satch's head and forced his dick all the way in, catching him off-guard only briefly. By the time he started thrusting, Satch had adjusted and clamped onto Axon's ankles, making it easier for him to barge into his maw. It was a tight fit, and was definitely making it harder for Satch to get air, but it wasn't long before Axon lost it, spilling his load into the welcoming passage.

The moment Axon burst, so did Brace and Satch. Brace's hips slammed against the Sneasel's as he fired several shots into him, the bursts having palpable impact as the spasms tried to compensate for their earlier restraints. Satch's load went directly onto the ground beneath him, a nice copious amount saturating the grass as he loosed his first of the day.

Slowly, the three fell apart, needing a moment of respite. Brace laid back, panting hard, though still feeling plenty aroused; his previous encounters with Axon had led to him having a hard time getting fully sated whenever he was nearby. Satch and Axon were standing up nearby, eyes locked, the former with a familiar cheeky grin.

Axon didn't really mind. Satch had earned it, for how well he'd handled him. Instead of being the player, the Abra had gotten played, and he couldn't help but be impressed. "You're...a little devil, aren't you?"

Satch winked at him, licking his lips clean of the remaining spunk. "Can't let you have all the fun, now, can I?"

Axon grinned broadly. He'd thought Brace's reinforcements would just be another cocky prick in need of being taken down a peg, not someone who he could have fun with. "Well, if you're looking for fun, I know someone who can very much help provide...and a little twist I've been wanting to try." With a mental maneuver, coils of vine were pulled from a hiding place in the bushes into Axon's hand. "I'd like to see how our little powerhouse friend responds to some more serious control.

That warning did not go unnoticed by Brace, and he lifted his head to look at the other two. Their sights were set on him, and he knew what their plans were. And now they were more than welcome. The idea of being physically bound was exciting him greatly, despite never having even considered it - Fighting-Types were almost impossible to bind that way. But as the two approached him with the vines, he had no doubt they would do it.

He laid down, arms above his head, staying patiently still while Satch tied them together, binding them firmly to the tree. It wasn't a tie that would normally secure him, but as he tested them he found that his normally robust strength had evaporated, ensuring that he was incapacitated. It was no special trait of the vines, nor was there any psychic influence; it was his own body facilitating his captivity, and it sent a shudder down his spine at just how erotic that sounded right there and then. The same happened as he spread his legs and allowed them to be bound as well, pulled apart and secured to roots in the ground, leaving him wide open and vulnerable for use; a testing pull was all that was needed to tell him he was well and truly incapable of escaping. Finally, he saw Axon's eyes glow blue, and felt that sensation in his groin again as his cock retreated back inside, leaving his slit once again open for business.

He watched as Satch climbed on top of him, grinning like a devil as his cock poked at his new entrance. "Sorry, I know I said I'd let you take charge...but this is too hot not to take advantage. You ready for me to take that bitch over?"

Brace nodded eagerly, feeling his lust build rapidly at the thought. "Ah, yeah, Satch, make my slit yours with that cock, fill me all the way!"

"You got it!" Satch immediately made good on his word, shunting his entire pole into that vacant slit, the flesh shifting to allow him immediate, unfettered access. The tight, warm opening felt fantastic around him, but even better was Brace's response, his body jerking and his mouth crying out in ecstasy. "It only gets better from here!" he snickered as he yanked back and shot forward again, starting a very rapid pace, a natural speed for a Sneasel.

Brace was in another world. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as his body bucked against its bonds, eliciting no give whatsoever. He moaned out and cried out against Satch's cock, that barbed rod creating very different sensations from Axon's psychic energies, prickling and scraping against such an incredibly sensitive area. On top of that, the coldness of it was making all those sensations sharper, providing an exquisite boost to the bolts of pleasure coursing through him.

Then he felt the two of them being lifted slightly, and the body of the Abra sliding under him, another sensation rubbing at his tailhole. He was inarticulate by this point, reduced to strangled moans from the sensations in his slit, but he did his best to encourage Axon to ram into him as soon as possible. Which he did, embedding himself fully inside at once, getting him to cry out as his prostate was roughly jabbed. There were no feelings of psychic energies, not from the lifting nor the penetration; Axon was using him purely physically this time, dominating him at what was supposed to be his own mastery. And that only served to inflame his arousal further...in fact he could have sworn that he became even more sensitive just at the thought.

His abused body was protesting, his trapped cock fighting the punishing sparks of arousal that were surging into it, reluctant to let him climax a third time. That had rarely stopped Axon before, but this time he had to get there organically, not with psychic stimulation. It had Brace bucking back and forth into the thrusts of the other two, desperate to stimulate himself enough to overcome that fight. They responded in kind, taking him harder and faster, using both openings for all they were worth, minute after minute inching him higher and higher...

Until he suddenly was tipped over, yelling out loud as he clenched and fired, his seed blowing from his captured dick into his slit, filling it with warmth, warmth which was quickly counteracted as Satch came next, grinding his barbs into the sensitive flesh as he hilted and sent his achingly cold fluids into that slit, staining it with yet another foreign scent. A few thrusts later, from below Axon grunted and unleashed himself into Brace's ass, filling him in a different way, his arms clamping down on the Machop and making him moan in submission.

"Fuuuuuuuuck..." Satch moaned loudly as he reached empty. He was breathing so hard Brace thought he might pass out...which he did a few moments later, falling backwards and rather forcefully vacating Brace's slit. A moment later, he felt Axon pull out from his ass, leaving it dripping, and crawl out from under him, leaving him flat an the grass again, his view and vicinity (and his mind for the moment) completely vacant.

It wasn't vacant for long. Axon was over him again, still hard and eying that front opening once more. Brace didn't need any sort of prompting; he smiled pleadingly, and Axon was immediately compliant, a bright glow surrounding his cock before he shoved it hard into Brace's slit, a sodden smack ringing out as the new intrusion displaced some of Brace and Satch's seed from the last round.

Brace cried out in ecstasy, unable to control himself over the surging pleasure, once again only restrained by the Abra's mental locks. The second time around was proving as intense as the first, and the added element of his bondage seemed to magnify it even further. He was thrashing violently in his bonds, the vines easily holding him, the intense pleasure quickly overpowering his senses, but he couldn't reach his peak, not without extra help. And he didn't want that, not until Axon was good and ready...the Abra had him right where he wanted him.

Over and over, Axon speared him, warming him and driving him crazy, leaving him wordlessly begging for more and more, which the Abra was all too happy to provide. His stamina was typically boundless, and seemed even more so this time, leaving Brace easily losing track of how long they'd gone at it, and yet it never felt like enough, he would have gladly let him go forever if that's what he wanted.

Eventually, though, Axon could hold back no longer, and once again sent his rush of power into Brace, causing him to nearly scream out as he came forcefully, convulsing and jerking even more than the last time, almost threatening to buck Axon off of him if he Abra's grip wasn't so tight on his body. Once again the tension of that slit around his intruding shaft was almost painfully tight, allowing him only the barest of movements as he too spurted his load, the mixture seeping out around their coupling as it became a little too full.

It took a couple minutes for either of them to settle down, the rush not going quietly even as they came down from their respective peaks. It was only when Brace slumped against the ground, exhausted beyond belief, that Axon finally removed himself from him, stumbling a bit from his own weariness, both physically and mentally; it had been a long time since he'd taxed himself so much in either department, but without question Brace had been worth it and then some.

With a brief mental command, the ropes were cut, and Brace flopped his limbs to his sides, feeling spent like he'd never felt before. Yet again, it only felt good, and this time there was no post-coital feeling of depression, humiliation, no desire for revenge...no, he felt thoroughly satisfied, like this was what he'd been seeking all along. Even if it hadn't been, there was no doubt he was happy to take it.

It took a while for Brace and Satch to recover enough to leave, the three of them sitting quietly in the afterglow, only heavy breathing audible in the trees. Once they had, Axon gave them each a hand shake. "Best time I've ever had. When you feel like doing this again, come back and see me."

Brace nodded. "Yeah, we'll be back...and looking forward to it."

With a parting nod from all three, Brace and Satch departed, slowly walking away from the encounter and towards the exit of the forest. Both remained quiet for a while, well away from earshot of the Abra before Satch finally spoke up.

"Dude...what just happened there?"

Brace shook his head, rubbing it with one hand to make sure the chip was actually still there. "I don't know...I think I got fucked so hard that it broke something. I don't feel any different, except I can't...not like what happened anymore. Not from him, anyway."

"...He really beat us good, didn't he?"

"Yeah, he did. He beat me so bad, at least, that I can't feel the urge to fight him. Every other time I at least told myself I wanted to fight him again and try to come out on top, but this time it's like, I know I'm going back and it's to have the daylights fucked out of me, and I don't have any problem with that."

Satch rubbed his head, chuckling uncertainly. "Well...I guess that's one way of dealing with the issue, isn't it? If you're not bothered by it anymore, then you're better off, right?"

"I...suppose so." Brace still wasn't entirely sure how to feel, still in a bit of a whirl from everything that had happened. Still, the Sneasel had a point... "I guess I'll find out for myself soon enough."

"Guess so! And make sure to invite me when you do, that was loads of fun! I mean, the sex part, not the getting beat up part."

"Yeah, well..." Brace shook his head again, not much cleared up by the motion, but he was pretty sure of one thing. "I doubt I'm gonna have to be beaten up anymore to give him his way."