Hart and Soul
A trainer and his cherished Pokémon must navigate the delicate issues that come from a friendship-based evolution. When all that energy has no way out, things might have to get...creative
Hart and Soul
The small crowd cheered as they watched the battle rage on. The small blue canine-like Pokémon, covered in dust, cuts and bruises, faced down a tall green catlike creature, its eyes alight with determination. While the Riolu DID have the type advantage, the Meowscarada was a good deal stronger than its foe and was easily able to outmanoeuvre the blue pup. But the scrappy baby Pokémon was not about to give up yet.
“C’mon Soul, you’ve got this!” cried the pup’s trainer, a 23-year-old named Hartley. His eyes darted around, looking for an opportunity to clench victory soon; he could tell the Riolu was barely hanging in there, his footing a little unsteady, clutching a shoulder from a recent Flower Trick attack.
Soul looked back at his trainer, a soft wave of emotion washing over the human. Determination. A hint of desperation, but the iron will was there. They nodded in sync, just as the Magician cat lobbed another explosive their way. Hartley winced as the blast engulfed his Pokémon, trusting the pup to know the plan. And sure enough, as the dust cleared, Soul was still upright. An orange aura coated him as he sprang forward, landing a vicious Counter uppercut to the stunned cat. The Meowscarada wobbled for a second, then crumpled with a soft yowl, earning a burst of applause from the audience.
Hartley grinned wide, pleased the strategy had worked. He and Soul had worked on that for a while, training his defence to better handle heavier attacks. He turned back to the little Pokémon, just in time to catch him as he launched himself at the human.
<HAPPY> <JOY> <HAPPY> <LOVE>
Hartley caught the ecstatic pup as he landed in his arms. The waves of positive emotions practically flooding him, Soul’s tail a blur as he attacked his human’s face with a barrage of licks. Hartley giggled and tried half-heartedly to fend off the tongue, but there was no stopping it.
“Okay okay I know! You did amazingly Soul, you’re the best pup ever!” crooned the human, ruffling the sapphire fur on top, earning a whimper of delight and a powerful burst of <HAPPY>. Hartley grinned and turned to his opponent, just as the bright white glow burst from the pup in his arms. He gave a little yelp of surprise, but then delight. Soul was…
The form in his grasp shifted, growing bigger in all directions. Hartley grunted a bit as the weight increased, bracing himself as Soul transformed in his arms. Within seconds, the glow faded, revealing the brand new Lucario. The ruby red eyes, bright with shock and joy, bored into Hartley’s as the human tried to brace. Soul wiggled more as pure joy swept through him, and Hartley finally buckled, landing with a grunt with the now much larger and heavier Pokémon on top.
<HAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYLOVELOVELOVE>
Hartley winced as the far more powerful waves of aura battered his mind, pinned under Soul as the tail all but vanished from wagging. That tongue was unleashed again, bathing the humans face and hair as the newly formed Lucario celebrated his moment. He gave a yelp and tried to fight the Lucario off, finally managing to get him to sit up, waves of happiness flowing off the bigger Pokémon. Soul wiggled a bit as he sat in Hartley’s lap, inadvertently putting pressure on the human’s groin, causing Hartley to blush a little and try to shift the excitable pup. He glanced down, and his blush grew crimson.
Sprouting from between the Lucario’s own legs, clearly visible to those around, the plump blue sheath was stretched around a blood red tip, which only grew thicker as the pup whimpered and wiggled with glee. Hartley heard a few snickers from behind him, so he cleared his throat and placed a hand on Soul’s shoulder, giving a sterner- yet still gentle- rebuke.
“Okay Soul, that’s enough. Uh…good job on the fight, but you must be exhausted, yeah?” he muttered, trying to get the Lucario to settle. Soul tilted his head and dropped his ears at the less-than-happy tone.
<Soreyes. Bithurt. But happyhappy!>
Hartley nodded and grabbed Soul’s Ball, retuning the new Lucario and relieving the pressure on his body. It was only then that he noticed his own state; probably owing to the happy grinding, he was fully hard himself and throbbing dully under his jeans. Thinking a curse on excitable pups, he stood and waved away the catcalls from the shrinking crowd, shrugging good-naturedly and heading off home, trying desperately to think of anything else besides Soul wiggling firmly on him.
Two days later, Hartley was in the waiting room of the Percenter, at his wits end. He’d let Soul out again at home, but almost immediately Soul had hunched over in discomfort and distress. Soul’s Aura powers, amplified thanks to his evolution, crashed over Hartley and he doubled over in sympathetic pain. And right after that pain, a wave of need swept over him. Peering at Soul, the pup braced on a kitchen chair and panting hard, that spike of red was longer and thicker, almost angry in colour. But all he could see in Soul’s face was pain and confusion; he had no idea what was happening, and the rolling tide of psychic waves was scrambling Hartley’s own thoughts. He’d resorted to withdrawing Soul to his Ball, but the lingering feelings still haunted the trainer.
So now he sat, waiting to be seen, and rolling Soul’s Ball in his hands. He was terrified he’d done something wrong, raised Soul incorrectly. The customised Luxury Ball shouldn’t have any ill effects, surely…then again, he didn’t have a choice in the Ball. Soul had been a gift, the last one from his father’s own Lucario, so whatever Ball was chosen, that was it. Hartley sighed sadly and tried to think other thoughts. He’d only had Soul about a year. Ever since…
It hadn’t been a big shock. His father had had the diagnosis and it was bad. Late stage cancer was a vicious foe, but Hartley’s father had a final two months until he was gone. In that time, he had made Hartley promise to take Cleo, his starter Pokémon, on a journey to help her grieve. The shiny Lucario had refused vehemently, her burning eyes never wavering, but in the end, she nodded. The very next day, the family received the news, and Cleo shut down. She refused to move, eat, sleep, anything. She just sat and stared at a wall, unblinking.
The morning came of Hartley’s departure, and he’d gone to find Cleo to try and rouse her for the journey. But he couldn’t find her at all, no-one had seen her since the night before. Hartley had returned to his room, only to find a Pokémon egg sitting on his bed, Cleo’s open Ball beside it. And five minutes later, news came that someone had found Cleo, curled up and unmoving on her late Trainer’s grave. Hartley had taken care of the egg like his own child ever since, aware of the precious, final gift from both his father and Cleo. And when it hatched and he gazed at the perfect Riolu now in his hands, he vowed to never do anything to harm him, that little pup with the soul of his family.
“Hartley? We’ll see you now?”
Hartley jerked, sitting up and meeting the doctor’s gaze. Swiping a stray tear, he followed into the room and explained the situation, trying not to let his cheeks flush with embarrassment at his seeming lack of control. The doctor, for his part, nodded along in understanding, not showing any signs of concern. They both looked over at Soul, the blue pup sitting quietly and obediently. You’d think nothing wrong, except for the swollen sheath and peeking angry tip, a quiver running through the lithe frame every few seconds.
“Not to worry young man, this is actually more common than you might think.” Hartley heaved a mental sigh- he hadn’t done anything wrong with Soul!
“You see, when a Pokémon evolves, it generates an extreme amount of energy. Most of this energy is used in the mere act of evolution, but sometimes there’s…a sort of excess. It seems in Soul’s case, there’s quite a bit of excess, and he’s struggling to dispel it. And of course, the easiest way to burn it off is with sexual release.”
“So…wait. Soul is just…horny?” Hartley whispered, his blush back. “Okay but that doesn’t explain…uhm…”
The doc smiled. “Well yes, Soul is different. Lucario are affection-based evolutions, so the bond they form with their trainer is very strong. My guess is little Soul doesn’t understand he’s broadcasting his…feelings. He’s not doing it on purpose, don’t worry. You just need to burn it off.”
“So…just take him to a Day-care? Leave him for a few hours to…sort himself out?” Try as he may, Hartley was finding it difficult to imagine his pure, innocent pup…so engaged with another.
“Ideally yes. But it’s peak season right now, so I doubt you’ll find a space for him.” The doc was silent for a moment, an uncomfortable look spreading on his face. “You might have to handle it yourself…”
Hartley flinched, eyes wide at the suggestion. Engaging with a Pokémon wasn’t strictly illegal, but it was frowned upon, with many claiming it abused the power dynamic. The doctor could see the argument in Hartley’s eyes, and held up a hand. “You wouldn’t need to do much. Just…stimulation. Perhaps more than once, if his energy is too high.”
Hartley shook his head, looking over at the pup. “I…I can’t do that with him. He’s…precious to me. I’d hate to confuse him and drive him away.”
The doc nodded in understanding. Professionally recommending such an unorthodox solution was not something he did. So he turned and rattled in some bottles for a second, producing a yellow cube of compressed herb. “Then take this. It will work to supress his libido until you can get him to a Day-care. Just be warned, it’ll also knock him out for a while.”
Hartley took the meds with a grateful smile, turning to the slightly squirming Lucario, holding it out for inspection. “Hear that boy? This’ll fix you right up.” Soul gave the cube a sniff, wrinkling his nose at the pungent smell.
<Fix? Broken?>
“Oh no, no…you’re not broken, just…this will help you feel better!” Soul gave another sniff and nodded, chewing the cube and settling back, a disgusted look on his face.
<Taste bad, but not sore now?>
The doctor smiled and ruffled Soul’s ears gently. “Well that wasn’t nearly as difficult as I thought, most Pokémon won’t touch this stuff it’s so bitter.” He turned to Hartley, giving a small baggie of more cubes. “Some more, if needed. Oh, and one more thing; you can’t ball him up for now. The effects will vanish as soon as you do, and given how…pent up, he is, I couldn’t say if there wouldn’t be ill effects. So just take him home and give him time. And as for the…personal effects of this time?” He nodded to Hartley, the poor trainer trying to hide his own discomfort almost as well as the Lucario was. “You should be ok as well after he gets seen to. I’m sorry to say, but this is just the negative side of having such a deep bond with your boy here. Just keep him resting for a day or so, and that should be it.”
Hartley nodded and stood, the doctor helpfully turning away as the trainer’s uncomfortable bulge was on full display. He gathered up his bundle of mischief, who was already tottering a little as the drugs worked away, opting to carry him against his chest to save face. Once outside, Soul gave him a little lick to the cheek, hugging close.
<Sleepy. Sore. Sorry you carry…>
Hartley shushed him gently, the extra weight not that bad, but he was very aware of the wet prodding by his navel, and hoped dearly he wouldn’t get waylaid on the walk home.
Several hours later, Hartley was almost going crazy with unwanted lust. As instructed, he’d left Soul out of his ball, and the zonked Lucario was sprawled out on Hartley’s bed. The drugs had worked as advertised; nothing short of a Hyper Voice attack would rouse the Pokémon. However, one part was still alert. The pup’s nethers were still plump and swollen, a bead of clear fluid lazily oozing from the poking tip. Hartley had set up in the room next door, keen to stay close in case Soul needed something or woke up early. But as a result, he was being hit with a near constant wash of Soul’s need. It was like an itch in his brain, and his shaft. He’d already jerked off twice since coming home, but it wasn’t enough.
Hartley managed to make it another 20 minutes or so before it became too much. He’d been trying to find a Day-care that had space, but none were taking more on. Every minute he tried, the pressure in his brain grew, and he found himself thinking of the ‘other’ solution. His hand twitched as, completely unbidden, an image of Soul bloomed in his mind. That lithe blue body sprawled out, a look of ecstasy on his face, and Hartley’s own hand wrapped firmly around that thick red flesh…yes…yes this was the answer…no, he couldn’t…
He blinked, startled to find himself in his room, openly staring at Soul. His hand twitched again, drawn to that forbidden part, but unable to look away. Perhaps it would be ok…no-one had to know, and it would be helping Soul…
He slid onto the bed, resting a hand of Soul’s leg. He murmured softly, testing the Lucario’s wakefulness. He kept his eyes on Soul’s face as he slowly drifted the hand up, until it brushed the warm firmness. He gulped, said a quick prayer, and looked down.
There. Right there, his hand was just brushing Soul’s balls. Short, velvety smooth fur covered surprisingly large orbs. They radiated warmth, all but begging inspection. He gently rolled them through his hand, his previous misgivings evaporating by the second. They were heavy, warm and fit so nicely in his palm. He played with his Pokémon’s nuts for a few seconds more, before moving up. The fluffy blue sleeve, bulged around the spade-shaped tip, the fur slightly matted with pre. He wrapped his hand around the furry package, eyes glued to it as the tip throbbed again, sliding an inch further out. He felt a glob of pre roll down over his thumb, and he gave a little shudder…what would it taste like..? He watched, transfixed, as more grew, inch after inch, pulsing with life and desire. He blinked and glanced up and looked directly into Soul’s crimson eyes.
Panic froze every muscle. He felt a wave of cold dread roll over his body. Soul stared at him, and he stared back. He knew his hand was still wrapped around Soul’s hard shaft, but couldn’t let go.
“Soul…I…I’m s-sorry I…” he stammered, internally screaming at his hand to release its treasure. Instead, the traitorous fingers gripped tighter, and he felt a tremor rock Soul’s body. His eyes fluttered for a moment, one ear dropping and a paw clenching the sheet under him.
<Feel…good. Not much sore…> Soul shivered, and Hartley felt another line of pre trace over his hand. <More? Hart more? Please?>
Hartley was steeling himself to let go, stop this madness before it got any worse, but then looked back into his partner’s eyes. Desperation shone from the crimson gaze, need and longing, tinged with confusion and ache. He stared for a few more seconds, very aware of the dull throb in his grip.
“O…okay, Soul…” he stammered softly, “but…you have to understand, this…this is just one time. You…you need help, and this is the only way…”
Soul whined low, his hips giving an unconscious thrust up; clearly his body knew what to do, even if his mind didn’t.
<Hart helps yes. Sore but good. Can’t think else.>
The human took a deep breath, reaching his free hand up to gently caress his Lucario’s head, rubbing the cheek softly before nudging the base of an ear, so much more than when he was a tiny Riolu.
“Okay then, I’ll…just keep on going then. You might feel very weird, but I promise you’ll feel better soon.”
Soul nodded and groaned into the rubs, settling back slightly while keeping his gaze locked on his trainer. His body twitched every few seconds, but he stayed as still as he could for his human, curious of the miracle cure he promised.
Tearing his gaze down again, Hartley blushed deeper as he fixed on Soul’s member. It had thickened in the brief break, his hand spread slightly around the warm flesh. A single thick vein wound lazily across the surface, and he could feel the underlying anatomy pulse with need and life. The back of his hand was now coated in a shiny layer of pre, showing just how desperate Soul was to release. He took another deep breath, then finally started to move his hand.
He could feel every twitch and tremor that past down Soul’s body. Every little whine and gasp sent a fresh needle of psychic desire into his brain. Soul’s cock was roughly 7 inches long, decently thick, and hot to the touch. Hartley knew instinctively the Lucario wouldn’t last long; he was simply too pent up on excess evolutionary energy. So he fixed his eyes on the task, his hand easily gliding over the red flesh thanks to the overabundance of pre.
After only a few minutes, Soul was gasping louder and panting hard, bucking up into the grip. His eyes crinkled and his jaw clenched, and Hartley could feel the cock thickening, saw the growing knot at the base.
<H-Hart…something…I can’t…> the pup gasped. His back arched and he gave a strangled howl, the only warning Hartley had. A second later, he felt the cock throb in his hand, a single drop of pearly seed dribbling out. He blinked confused, was that it? Then it hit. Soul howled louder, his cock erupting almost violently, thick ropes of his seed painting his belly and chest, Hartley’s hand and arm, and peppering the sheets either side. Hartley watched in awe as his Lucario unloaded, each rope preceded by a powerful throb, while the pup’s body shuddered and flexed under such a powerful climax.
A solid minute later, Soul went limp, panting hard from effort. Hartley slowly released his grip, his hand utterly soaked in Lucario cum. He watched as the hard knot slowly deflated, seemingly stated for now, leaving a slow drip of seed from the tip.
“Uhm. Soul? You okay buddy?” he asked gently. Soul raised a shaky paw, giving the Lucario version of a thumbs up.
<Better yes, Hart helps good!> Hartley smiled gently and leaned back, seeing the damage around him. Soul had good reach; those sheets definitely needed changing now. He looked back as Soul sat up, his eyes clearer than before. But, not entirely clear. Hartley frowned as a slightly weaker rush of need rolled over him. Apparently, such a colossal climax wasn’t enough, and he could definitely see a little lust in his pup’s gaze now.
<Hart…you do again?> he asked, a pleading whine to his telepathy.
“Soul…that…I mean…it’s not…” Hartley stammered, those pleading eyes eroding his resistance, the growing thrum of desire not helping either. “Was that not enough? You came enough to make a Rapidash jealous.” He looked away, hoping to break the lusty gaze, but his eyes were drawn down. Soul’s tip was still free, coated in his own cum still. He flinched as the aura rolled stronger, but there was no malice or manipulation in it. Soul simply had more to give.
He stood back and up, shakily tugging the top of his pants.
“Okay Soul. One more time, that’s it. We…I…it’s not…” he sighed in frustration. Not illegal, just extremely frowned upon. And if Soul just needed this one more push, he could manage…then maybe they could find a breeding centre tomorrow.
He took a deep breath and tugged down, Soul watching with rapt curiosity, his tail swaying and head tilted to one side. Hartley blinked as he noticed his own state, his cock tenting his boxers, an obvious wet stain on the front; clearly, he was enjoying his more than his mind allowed.
“Soul, you can mate with me if that helps,” he said, hoping if he did this quickly, he didn’t have to think about it. Shucking his stained boxers, he dropped to the floor on all fours, looking back as Soul slid off the bed, his eyes locked on the human’s body.
<Mate? I don’t know…not female> Soul sounded doubtful and confused, but his shaft pulsed in response
“That’s okay. Just…pretend? Don’t think, just let your instincts take over.” Hartley ran over the meagre info he’d gathered in looking for breeding centres and the accidental clicks onto more inappropriate sites. Soul was roughly human sized, but a little bigger than any guy he’d had the chance to take, so things should be ok. He nodded and relaxed, allowing the aura waves to wash over him and psyche him up, rubbing his hole with some of the pearly cum slathered over his hand.
Soul blinked and moved up, lining his tip with Hartley’s hole. He stayed there for a few seconds, unsure what to do.
<Not…what now?> he asked, his tip barely grazing the human’s hole. Hartley supressed a chuckle, pushing back a bit. “Just…move. Let your body do it. Your aura is strong enough to know what to d-yipe!”
Soul surged forward, his sheath bunching up as he plunged his whole length inside with one thrust. He rolled his head back and gasped loud, paws clenching Hartley’s hips tight. Instinct. That undeniable feeling. Something cracked in his mind, and he let it out, just as his human asked.
Hartley grunted and steadied himself as the Lucario behind him started savagely thrusting into him. Through their connection, he knew Soul was lost to the breeding desire now, nothing could stop him. He could feel that cock thickening quickly inside, each rapid thrust pushing deeper. He bowed his head and groaned as the tip jabbed his prostate, sending bolts of pleasure up his spine and down his own cock. Dimly he could hear Soul grunting and snarling, consumed with the need to use the warm hole under him. The slap of fur on flesh filled the room, twining perfectly with Hartley’s own gasps and grunts of pain and pleasure.
He felt it a few seconds before it happened. A thick bulge pressing on his ass, the grunts getting louder as Soul rapidly approached his end. Soul’s claws dug into his sides as he gave a hard thrust, forcing his knot into his trainer with a yelp from them both. Hartley felt Soul half climb up onto him to keep humping what little he still could, arching a bit to help. Soul wrapped his powerful arms around his trainer’s hips, his dark red eyes narrow with primal need, then suddenly launched forward and sunk his fangs into the human’s shoulder, growling deep as he tipped over the edge.
Hartley winced from the knot, then a weak cry of almost-pain as the teeth bit his flesh, another stab of pain to his back from Soul’s chest spike. He felt the rumbling growl through his whole body, then came the warm flood. Soul froze up as he unleashed his second powerful climax, each hard throb filling his trainer deeper and deeper. Hartley shudder and arched his back, feeling his own cock spasm and pulse, a small puddle of human seed forming on the carpet, joined by the overflow from the extremely over-productive Lucario.
Hartley shivered and wobbled, unable to support them both now, collapsing forward with a weak groan. He felt the teeth dislodge from his shoulder, Soul’s hot panting breath in his ear. He rolled them both over onto their sides and moved Soul’s arms up to hug around his chest, the last thing he did before allowing sleep to roll over him.
Just before oblivion claimed them both, he felt Soul tighten the hug, licking his ear slowly
<Hart…thank you. Feel all…better…mate…bond>. Hartley sighed sleepily and nodded “Bonded…heart and soul…”
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