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He didn’t know what was going on. His head was spinning like nobody’s business, even trying to open his eyes was painful. His body felt a slight chill over it as the light breeze passed over it. There was a constant fuzz in his head, which made it ache all the more whenever he tried to get a sense of who he was.

Something bad had clearly happened - he just didn’t know what.

Through the weird miasma in his mind, he was able to make out some voices. The words were also fuzzy, but he was getting snippets of them, even if they sounded a bit like he was trying to listed from under water.

“...don’t think they make them like this.”

“Maybe it’s a new version of them? I don’t really know all my humans.”

“Could be something else. You know those tricks they were talking about…”

“You think? I thought that could only be done to Pokémon.”

“They didn’t really say, did they?”

Finally, he managed to push his eyes open slightly, wincing at the bright light from above...though the sun was partly covered by trees, some of it was still peeking through. He mumbled a bit as he tried to block it out, his arm rather weary as it lifted up. Something was definitely weird, but he couldn’t put his finger on it…

“Oh, hey, you’re actually up.” A big, orange head suddenly popped into his vision. “We weren’t sure if you-”

“YAIE!” It was so sudden, that didn’t help, but the main thing that made him shoot up and scramble back was the SIZE of it. It was huge! And it was just a Charmander! At least it kick-started his brain a bit. “Giant tiny Pokémon! What the hell?!”

“Whoa, jeez, what’s your problem?”

“You startled him, dude.” Stepping up next to the Charmander was an equally massive Treecko, patting him on the shoulder. “What did you expect, just leaping into his view like that?”

“Hm, I guess. But what he said…”

“Yeah, I think you might be right after all. But that still leaves a bunch of questions.”

“Wh-what...what’s going on? Where am I?” the human asked, in a trembling voice that sounded somehow off. “Why are you both so huge?”

“You’re in Choledo Forest,” said the Treecko. “And we’re not huge. You’re just tiny. As for the first question, we’re still working on that.”

“I’m...what?” Now he was starting to take stock of his surroundings...and suddenly he realized why things seemed so off. Everything around him was so much more massive than it should have been...not just the Charmander and Treecko, but all the trees, bushes, leaves, rocks, and whatnot that he could see in his field of view. “Wh...why am I tiny? What’s going on?”

“We don’t know,” said the Charmander. “Could’ve been some Pokémon that did it to you. They can do weird stuff with some moves.”

“That’s what I’m thinking, too,” agreed the Treecko. “I’ve never heard of them being used on humans before, but I guess I can’t think of any specific reasons why that wouldn’t be possible. Did you have any bad encounters with a Pokémon before you woke up?”

“I...I don’t...I don’t know.” The human put his hands on his head. “I...I don’t remember what happened before I woke up...I...I don’t remember anything…”

The grassy lizard let out a sigh and rubbed his own head. “Whoof. Okay, we’ve got something like THAT going on here...okay, let’s try to settle things down and get on the same page. My name’s Vinden, you can call me Vin like most others, and this is Kolion, who we usually call Kol. What’s your name?”

The human paused, wracking his uncooperative brain for an answer. “I...no...I don’t remember that, either. I...I don’t know why, it’s like...there’s stuff that all feels like I know it, like I know you’re a Charmander and you’re a Treecko, I haven’t forgotten what words mean what, but...I just...I can’t get at anything about ME.”

“That’s a disturbingly specific amnesia,” Kol remarked. “Like the kind you might get if you got got by a psychic. You can’t think of anything?”

The human shook his head. “Nothing. I guess...might as well call me John. I think that’s what they call unknown people...John Doe, something like that.”

“Good as anything, I guess,” said Vin. “So you don’t remember anything about yourself...that’s pretty rough. But you must remember that you weren’t that size before, otherwise you wouldn’t be wondering why you were so small.”

“I don’t…” John stopped again, trying once more to recall anything. “I don’t...remember anything specific. I just...part of me KNOWS this is wrong. It can’t say why, just that it is.”

“You’re fine otherwise, though, right?”

“I...think so?”

“Well, that’s something at least. Won’t have to drag you to someone to get anything fixed up then. Not that I’m sure anyone around here even knows how to treat humans if they get hurt or something...have any of us actually seen any humans?”

“I think a couple, but not any that are really interested in medicine,” said Kol. “Soma might be able to pick something up if he tries, but I dunno if he could be arsed to.”

“Well, I can’t say I’d blame him, it probably has to be hard trying to pick stuff up from that ‘collective consciousness’ thing he keeps talking about.”

“True.” The Charmander shrugged, then looked back at John. “Well, I hope you’re able to figure something out. I can’t say I envy you, but maybe you’ll be able to get something to pop back in at some point.”

“Huh?” John was confused for a moment, before it clicked. “W-wait, you’re leaving?”

“Well, yeah, we’re heading back home. I figured you weren’t gonna be interested in something like that-”

“What? No! You, you have to help me!”

“We don’t ‘have to’ do anything, pal,” remarked Vin with a bit of a frown. “Just because we were nice enough to check on you doesn’t mean we’ve gotta go and tie our lives to you.”

John realized, a bit late, that that probably sounded bad. “I...sorry, but...please! I...I need help! I don’t know where I am, who I am, anything! And look at me, I’m tiny, I’m naked, I’m totally defenseless! I won’t last a day out here on my own!”

“I guess most humans wouldn’t know where Choledo Forest is,” pointed out Kol. “I sure as heck don’t know where the nearest place is with other humans…”

The Treecko rubbed his face in frustration. “Ugh...look, I’m sorry about what’s happened to you, I really am. But we’re REALLY not the ‘grand adventure’ type, we like our peaceful little neck of the woods. Sorry, but I’m not about to uproot myself for a strange human whose mess even he doesn’t remember, who knows what the hell you got yourself into that we’re definitely not ready for?”

“I…” Even as desperate as he was, John knew that was asking far too much. They didn’t even have to came out and make sure he was alive. “Please...I...do you know anyone who could help? Even just...maybe trying to help me remember, anything that can get me at least one step in the right direction…”

“I don’t think you’re going to have much luck recruiting anyone in our grove. We’re there because it’s nice and quiet, and not particularly dangerous.”

“We could try taking him to Soma at least,” suggested Kol. “I mean, if anyone’s going to be able to figure out what’s going on in his head, it’ll be him.”

“Eh...I suppose. Don’t know how much he’s going to WANT to help, but…” Vin shrugged. “All right...I guess we can take you to our friend to see if he can do anything for you. But we’re going to a bit for you...it seems like it would be right for you to do something for us, too.”

The human rose up, coming towards the two Pokémon. He was grateful, but...doing something in return...well, it did seem right, but what could he really do for them. “Thank you...I...I really should pay you back somehow...but, uh, I don’t really know how, I don’t have anything on me...and I don’t know this place so I don’t know where anything would be…”

“We can figure that out later,” said Kol. “You’ll probably be around for a little bit at least, I would guess. Even if you do figure out where you need to go, you’re definitely not ready to do it yet.”

“Yeah…” John was feeling pretty mightily overwhelmed at this point. Lost in so many ways, he didn’t even really know where to start...if it wasn’t for the two Pokémon, he’d have no hope at all. And even they sounded rather reluctant to do more than they had to. The dim prospect of a dangerous solo journey loomed large in front of him…

———

It was already an unquestionably bad situation. And the more John thought about it, the worse it seemed.

Losing his memories was the worst part, of course. Maybe he had known this place sometime in the past, he had no idea. Really, anywhere was unfamiliar when you didn’t remember anything. Something told him it was unlikely that he’d have known Choledo Forest anyway, though, and that meant that he had no connection to anyone that might know HIM. Which meant there was no one to tell him about his life and try to recover some of those memories. These Pokémon clearly didn’t know - they were barely familiar with humans in the first place. And it was starting to dawn on him that maybe that was the point...whoever had done this to him had done so with purpose, to erase him from wherever and whoever he was. To what end? He didn’t know, and that bothered him deeply.

The other factor was how small he was. Another thing that would have been bad in any situation, but felt even worse out here, where there were only wild Pokémon who would clearly see him as a target and very little ability to actually hide from them, plus no one around who might be inclined to protect him. Granted, he wouldn’t have been well-equipped to handle a Pokémon even at his normal size, but shrunken like he was, there was absolutely no chance. And he was starting to realize just how massive the gap was...it was becoming painfully clear that a shrunken human could in no way compare to a Pokémon that was that size naturally. He was proportionally adult-shaped, his limbs and frame seemed to be more or less how they should have been for his regular size, just diminished...but it wasn’t anything like Kol or Vin, whose bodies were broader and limbs were more muscular, and just in general had a more compact design that seemed a proper fit for that size. His arms and legs were far weaker and thinner...he would probably have hurt himself more than them if he tried to attack. And that meant defending himself was pretty out of the question, leaving him wondering how he was going to ever find his way out of here even if he did regain any of his memories.

All in all, his mood was pretty dismal overall by the time they reached their destination. He really needed something to give him a bit of hope...something to tell him he wasn’t doomed to a miserable end at some Pokémon’s claws or just from the elements. If anything was going to do it at this point, it was here...the grove was a rather nice place, which he wished he could appreciate more. There was a flowing stream with a couple of offshoot ponds, trees with plenty of berries of various sorts, and several smaller Pokémon lounging around. John could see why Kol and Vin weren’t interested in leaving - the rest of the world had to be a lot less idyllic. Odds were he was going to have to spend some time here no matter what, so he hoped he could be less of a downer when he did. Already he could see a number of the Pokémon looking at him funny...well, apart from humans being a rare sight, his size had to be curious to them.

Kol and Vin escorted him through some trees to another nearby spot, where an Abra was laying in the ground, head propped up by a root and legs crossed, looking to be asleep. “Oy, Soma. We’ve got something for you here.” The Abra didn’t seem to stir, making Kol huff and roll his eyes in irritation. “Vin, grab a twig, I’ma give him a hot-foot.”

“Rude.” Just the mention seemed to get Soma moving, as he sat up and looked between them. “Hm. One of these things is not like the others.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” replied Vin.

“Na’ell’s been swiping berries from the tree you planted.”

“...I knew that Rattata was being sneaky. Anyway! This here is...well, we’re apparently calling him John, because he doesn’t know what to call himself otherwise.”

John stepped forward, a little nervous; the Abra was larger than the other two, and thus more daunting. And for a creature whose reputation was one for physical feebleness, he looked pretty darn strong...significantly stronger than John was, for sure. “Uh...hi. I’m...well, I need some help. I, uh...I’ve got some pretty bad memory loss. It’s taken just about everything I should know about myself personally...I think the only thing I really know is that I didn’t used to be this small. I know Psychics can, uh...sometimes dig in and restore at least some memories…”

“Sometimes we can. Depends on what’s been done.” Soma was looking him over, up and down, and John couldn’t help but feel scrutinized…why his appearance would have any bearing on things was beyond him, but maybe he was just curious about the tiny human. “So you want me to go rooting around in there for you. What’s in it for me?”

“Uh…”

“Gonna need a better answer than that. Digging in exposes me to all sorts of stuff - thoughts I don’t want to know, traps if your mind’s been tampered with, backlash if you fight something. And don’t tell me you won’t fight it, because people will fight some things even if they let you in. So if I’m gonna do you this favor, I’m gonna need some kind of payment in return. Not even asking for much, just a little bit to make me feel like I’m not putting myself at risk for nothing.”

John swallowed. “I...well, that’s...I mean, it’s fair, uh, to want that...I just...well, you can see, I don’t have anything on me...and I’m not sure what I could, uh, really do for you that you would need...I mean, I can see there’s lots of food around, I don’t really know what else there is that I could get you.”

“Hm, quite the quandary, isn’t it?” The way Soma said that, and made the exaggerated chin-rub, made it all too clear that he didn’t consider it much of a quandary at all. “You’re thinking too narrow. If you expanded your way of thinking, other ideas would come to you. You’re thinking about what it is that you can give me in terms of some kind of object or material good, but it’s just as easy to trade a service for a service. And many services don’t require anything more than your own self to perform.”

Service for service? It made enough sense, at least...Soma was right, he hadn’t really thought about that. Maybe it would have come to him eventually, but his head wasn’t in the best state right now...nor was the rest of him, really. “I, uh, I think I could do that...but I don’t really know what I could do for you...I mean, what you would want.”

“True. So that would mean I get to tell you what I want you to do.”

John swallowed again. Something told him he was getting in over his head here...but at this point, did that really matter? He was so far in over his head with everything else, what did once more matter? “Yeah, I...I guess you can tell me what you want, and I’ll just...do it.”

“Lovely.” The Abra smirked a bit. “Well, then...what I’d like is to rut you nice and hard.”

John did a double-take. “R...rut? You mean…”

“Of course I mean. I’m not talking about digging grooves in the ground here. And I know you know that.”

That was true enough - John was slightly hoping he’d misheard, though. “Ah...so...y-you want...uh...but...I don’t...I don’t feel…you know...that way for...uhm...males…”

“Oh, you poor humans...flexibility really is an issue for you, isn’t it?” Soma snickered. “Well, I said what I want, so we can do this one of three ways. You can say no, I can say suit yourself, and you walk away. You can suck it up, give me a ride, and I’ll do my thing to you. Or...you can let me enthrall you, break your sexual orientation, and get nailed and love it.”

“Soma!” Kol snapped. “We’ve talked about this! You’re not supposed to fuck with people’s minds!”

“I’m not doing it without his permission!” the Abra fired back. “Besides, it’s not like I’m doing anything big, right? Just freeing up his sexual inhibitions. Not like it really matters whether he likes cock or not, you know.”

“It’s not exactly permission,” Vin pointed out. “You’re strongarming him into it, he doesn’t get anything if he doesn’t agree to it.”

“I offered the alternative of having him service me without any mind shenanigans, in case you weren’t paying attention. It’s not like I just said ‘let me zonk you or you’re SOL.’ Really, you two need to settle down, you act like I’m some kind of creepy guy who routinely mindwarps people.”

“You know we’re not all that comfortable with that side of you,” growled Kol. “Let’s not forget who decided to manipulate the two of us without us being aware of it.”

Soma scoffed. “Oh, please, all I did was bring out feelings you two already had for each other. And you’re still together and a lot happier, so let’s drop that pretense that I did some horrible thing to you.”

“It was still without our knowledge,” Vin huffed in annoyance.

“And this isn’t. I’ve laid out the terms for him, bare. And it’s his decision, not yours. So pipe down and let him decide.”

That wasn’t much of a help to John, who wasn’t sure how he felt about any of those choices, or about Soma in general after that repartee. He was fairly sure he didn’t cotton to the idea of sex with another male, and that meant that performing the way Soma wanted would be a lot more difficult. But the idea of letting him into his mind, which had probably already been invaded once...he was understandably reluctant to do that, too. Yet, the other option - to just turn him down entirely - seemed like the worst of them all...and he felt that it was likely that he would just end up running back to the Abra again in the end anyway, to try to get that one prospect that he had for finding out about himself.

“If...if I...do the last one...will it affect anything you do to...uh...try to get my memories back?”

“Nah,” replied Soma casually. “Memories are a separate thing from that sort of stuff. And I won’t be going that deep, I don’t need to do something super intense...just a special little hypnotic thing that opens up your mind to a little more ‘writing’ than normal. And I’ll just make you more interested in doing what I want you to do...there’s not a whole ton of influence I can have over you in that state, despite how it sounds.”

Dare he trust the Abra? John decided he didn’t really have much to lose...right now, he was an almost blank slate in a place he knew nothing about and dreading just about every future he could conceive of. If Soma did something more to him...well, would it really be worse than what he was already going through? “Okay...I’ll...I’ll let you change me like that. I don’t...really think, uh, that I’ll be able to do what you ask otherwise, at least not well enough for you…”

“Sounds good to me,” Soma said, flashing the human a grin. “Now, then, on your knees in front of me. And relax...I promise this won’t hurt a bit.”

Steeling himself, John complied, stepping in front of Soma and kneeling in front of him. A quick glance over at Kol and Vin, and he could see expressions that suggested they didn’t totally approve, but they weren’t about to step in. He turned back to look straight at Soma, who was apparently staring at him, almost right through him. “Okay...I’m...ready.”

“Right then. Just relax...don’t try to think about what’s happening, just clear your mind and breathe deep…” The words started to sound a little floaty and wavering...John’s eyes started to get heavy, he felt a deep drowsiness and relaxation setting in. Something was wafting through his head, he could feel it sort of, except not as a tangible thing...it was like it wasn’t even touching his body, just his mind, an odd sort of sensation but he felt himself caring less and less. In fact he was stopping caring about anything...all that anxiety and worry that he’d been holding in him from all this had sort of melted away.

And then, behind his closed eyes, an image...of Soma, his erect cock sticking up out of a slit between his legs, smooth and pointed at the end and unexpectedly large. At first just there, inspiring no reaction at all...and then...he felt a stirring in his loins, a quickening in his breath and heartbeat. Something about it was...pleasant, desirable. He felt a growing sense of want, birthed in the vacuum of thought. It was the opposite of any way he’d thought about males before, he’d never wanted to see them naked or exposed...but that was gone, it had vanished with everything else, now he wanted it, almost needed it.

That wasn’t all, though. Suddenly he felt something around his neck...and then a pull, drawing him closer. The image of Soma was acting like he had a leash in his hand, he could almost see it...and that...that was exciting. Enjoyable. The thoughts were entering his head, he couldn’t and didn’t fight them...the thought of being under them, submitting to them, letting them take control and overpower him...it was good, it was nice, it was right. He was weak, he needed protection, and being protected meant they deserved to be served in exchange...wasn’t that just right? Didn’t it make all the sense in the world? His own cock was so tiny and paltry anyway, he was better off on all fours spreading himself for a nice strong male, opening his mouth to taste them and worship them.

He had this very small, vague awareness that that wasn’t part of what he’d agreed to...yet he let go of it, let it vanish, and soon it was as gone as his disinterest in males. No, he didn’t need that, didn’t need any feeling of authority or power...what was he going to use it for anyway? At his size, there was no one he had power over anyway, he might as well dispense with it. It only got in the way of the raw pleasure of submission to the superior Pokémon, those who were strong and could keep him safe. And if he never felt like he had to compete with them, he would never jeopardize that safety.

Suddenly, the image vanished, and his eyes were opened, almost without his consent. He was closer to Soma than he’d started, and he could see that the reality that replaced the image was not entirely dissimilar...there was no leash and collar, but in his mind he felt like there was one, and the Abra was nice and hard in front of him. The size of it was hard to believe...in absolute terms it wasn’t that huge, but compared to John’s current size it was a behemoth. Yet, it inspired no fear or uncertainty, just lust and desire...he wanted it, wanted to feel it, wanted to pleasure it and for it to pleasure him. He was still totally under that spell, nothing else was on his mind but that cock and what he was meant to do with it.

“Now, then, I’m sure you know what to do…mainly because I included that in the rewrite,” Soma remarked cheekily. “So why don’t you show me your appreciation for a bit before we get to the main event?”

“Y-yes…sir…” A little shiver ran through John as he said those words, a bit of warmth in his body as he was rewarded for his concession. He hadn’t even realized that was happening, but he didn’t really have anything to complain about. His mouth opened, and he wrapped his lips around the tip of the Abra’s cock, while another hand went to the shaft to try to pleasure it as well. All of which seemed to come far more naturally than he would have expected, but he didn’t mind at all, it made things easier. Starting to lick and suck, he found the taste of Soma surprisingly agreeable; his scent was light, not terribly musky, almost a bit on the fresher side, and his taste was modest, a bit of saltiness in the flavor but nothing too strong.

He heard Kol speaking up behind him as he worked on Soma’s dick. “Really, Soma?”

“What?” the Abra asked innocently.

“Don’t ‘what’ me. There’s no way you didn’t implant that ‘sir’ business in there.”

“A minor tweak. It won’t stay if he doesn’t like it.”

Vin groaned. “That’s what you said about US, too.”

“And you clearly liked it. Unless you’re going to tell me wrapping a vine around Kol’s neck and rutting him senseless WASN’T what you were doing two nights ago when just about everyone heard it.”

“They…they heard that?” asked Kol, sounding nervous.

“Relax. They also heard you threatening to brand Vin as your bitch the night before that. You two aren’t as subtle as you think you are.” Soma snickered deviously. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying switching off, you know. Bringing out your subby sides was clearly good for both of you, you’ve been a lot happier and your dommy sides have gotten a lot less inhibited too. What is it they say? A good dom knows how to treat a sub because he’s been there?”

“I’m fairly sure they don’t say that,” coughed Vin.

“Well, I’m saying it. Now hush and enjoy the show.”

John had only faintly paid attention to all this, never letting up on pleasuring the Abra as best he could. His head was bobbing up and down, taking more of that thick tool inside him, finding it unexpectedly easy to do so. Perhaps the fact that it was pointed at the end made it somewhat easier, but given how thick it got after the tip it still should have been far too much for him…but not only was he taking it in, he was doing so with relative ease. At least to a degree…he wasn’t going any further than halfway, something in the back of his head stopping him. He did keep pleasuring the rest of it with his hands, moaning and shivering as he felt pleasure coursing through him. The buzz from the Abra’s mind was stimulating him in a wonderful way, reinforcing that he was doing exactly what he was meant to.

At least, until he suddenly stopped, pulling off. And in the first moment, he wasn’t sure exactly WHY he had pulled off, even though recovering some of his air seemed like as reasonable a purpose as any. Then he felt a hand on the back of his head, tilting it back gently to look up at Soma, who had a flush in his face. “That’s not bad, not bad at all…I wouldn’t mind making you taste what I have to give. Sadly, my stamina is not quite where it needs to be, and I really want to give you a nice, proper pounding.”

John felt himself redden, but he nodded almost on automatic. If that was what Soma wanted, why should he have any problem with that? After all, it was meant to be his payment to Soma for his help…though as much as John was liking it, it almost felt insufficient as payment. But it was all Somas had asked for, so surely he was doing the right thing. “I’m…I’m ready for what you want, sir.”

“Good. Just relax, I’ve got things from here.” John wasn’t sure what that meant, but he remained on his knees…until he felt himself being lifted up, and NOT by arms. He yelped a bit as he was levitated into the air, then spun around rapidly. It felt weird being moved around like a toy almost, his legs spread by that force to expose him as fully as possible as he was lowered down, the tip of that cock being pressed against his pucker. “One of these days, I’ll have to get in enough shape to just use my body for this kinda thing…don’t worry, this only feels weird to start with, once we really get going you’ll forget all about that.”

John nodded, about the only thing he could do at this point under his own power. Still, hearing that was helping to relax him somewhat…he was able to spare a glance towards Kol and Vin, registering a tiny bit of surprise to see the two leaning against each other, stroking themselves to the sight of him being used. Apparently their disapproval only went so far. And he couldn’t help but think that was kind of hot…

But he didn’t have much longer to think about it, as suddenly he was pulled down, Soma’s cock being driven into him with a sharp intensity. The first time, presumably, he’d ever taken anything back there…there was a rapid surge of discomfort that very suddenly vanished a moment later, turning what was about to be a strained cry into a heady moan. His fingers clenched and toes curled as Soma started bouncing him on his dick, his mental hold on the human absolute and unshakable. “Ah, yeah…feel free to keep squeezing like that, it feels damn good.”

It wasn’t exactly a command, but John interpreted it that way anyway, as he started to reflexively clench and tense down with his ass, making himself even tighter for the Abra’s thickness. Not that it wasn’t already a tight fit, but somehow he could make it even more so…and the tighter he made it, the better he felt, each clench sent another thrill of pleasure up his spine, not just from that dick striking his prostate with fantastic force but also Soma’s psych-stim working on him and reinforcing all his obedience and submission with delightful pleasure. His voice was getting unsteady, his cries quavering and breathless as he felt himself getting hotter and needier, his own cock leaking what little it could, drips of pre managing to slip out and get flung all over with how hard he was being used.

“Damn…he sounds like he really enjoys being a little slut…” panted Kol; his eyes had a somewhat glassy, faraway look to them, not completely unfocused but not entirely alert either.

“Heh, you’re right, he’s getting really worked up being used like that,” agreed Vin, who seemed to be in much the same state. The two had exchanged working themselves for working each other, their hands playing with each other, not enough to get themselves off but enough to keep themselves hard, perhaps preparing for something else…

Hearing that made John’s face redden further, but it wasn’t humiliation…after all, it wasn’t like they weren’t saying anything untrue, right? Just their observations, he was indeed enjoying himself, getting closer and closer to cumming as he was speared on Soma’s shaft. Besides, wasn’t that a good thing? It meant he was doing his duty well, serving the superior Pokémon the way he wanted to be. There was something satisfying about that thought, that he was doing something right for them…something that he could do, that wasn’t difficult, that made them happy…there was a connection in his head somewhere where that was supposed to go, but he was being fucked a little too hard to locate it at the moment.

Soma’s grip on him remained as tight as ever, but as he sped John up, it got less steady, pulling him down harder and then pulling hum up almost jerkily. It felt like he was slightly losing control, at least over the pace…the harder pace was stimulating John more, though, blending the physical and mental sensations even more thickly and making the human’s head spin. His cock ached with need, he needed to cum so badly, and he was almost there, just needing a little bit more…but it felt like nothing he could do could get him over that hump, and there wasn’t that much that he COULD do other than keep squeezing down, keep clenching and giving Soma what he wanted, and hope that it got him there…

He wasn’t prepared for it, and yelped again when Soma very suddenly grabbed him with his hands and yanked him down HARD, using body and mind both to drill his dick inside one final time. The Abra’s cry, and the first rush of spunk that spurted into his innards, was like a release of a lock - suddenly John was cumming too, rapid breathy cries ringing out as he jetted a few small, feeble strings of spunk onto the grass in front of him. With the size of what he had, it wasn’t much, certainly not even remotely comparable to the flood being driven into him by Soma, rushing in deep into his body and making him feel nice and full before long. He panted rapidly between cries, trying to grab some breath only to have it forced out of him by the spastic wauls that carried into the air around them, heralding his glorious ecstasy to all who wished to hear.

What John’s climax lacked in productivity it made up for in internal longevity - he was shuddering and crying out for a good long while, even outlasting Soma’s spurts. The gradual ebbing of that pleasure finally quelled his voice, and he was able to gulp down air and properly reclaim his breath this time. He slumped back a bit, letting his body be carried by Soma off of the Abra’s dick and sen gently back on the ground. Soma himself was panting quite hard, and his cock was quickly flagging and retreating back into his slit, leaving little more than a mess around that passage. “Damn, that was incredible…didn’t know a human would feel that different. Ugh, I gotta get some more endurance…”

John was feeling like he could use some of that himself, his limbs were shaky as he tried to rise up, not being overly cooperative. At least his breathing was slowing down after a bit…he could swear he could still feel a little tingle of that influence over him, trying to warm him back up. Maybe it was just his imagination, it had left a pretty damn good impression on him, as had everything else Soma had done…dimly, though, he was remembering that he’d done what he’d done to get Soma’s help, and now that he’d held up his end, he ought to get started…

That was what he planned, but two hands on his shoulders suddenly redirected his attention. He looked up to see Kol and Vin flanking him, their eyes almost boring into him despite their odd pallor. “Hey…I think you had more than one score to settle, didn’t you?” Kol remarked with an edge to his voice.

“Yeah, I seem to remember someone saying they didn’t know how to repay us…I think you mighta figured out a way to do that,” agreed Vin with an aggressive chuckle.

John felt the redness return to his face, and the heat to his loins. That was true…they needed to be given their payment as well, didn’t they? And it seemed they had similar ideas…well, that was probably a good thing, because John didn’t have many ideas other than doing what he’d done for Soma. To his right, he saw Kol’s cock, a similar shape to Soma’s, though not quite as large - though Kol himself wasn’t as large, so that made sense - but it was still plenty big relative to John, and it brought with it a steaminess that promised a good bit of heat. To his left, Vin’s shaft was similar in length to Kol’s but had a bit more of a taper to it, thinner near the tip but thicker near the base, and giving off a light, sweet scent that was very pleasant to the human’s nose. The words left him before he could even really think about them. “Yes…please, let me…let me serve you, sirs, let me pleasure you for being so good to me…”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.” Kol and Vin lifted John up, and then almost instantly deposited him back on the ground, on his hands and knees. The shaky limbs still somehow held up, letting John be at just the right position for the two of them. Vin was in front of his face, pressing his cock against it, smearing sticky fluid around, while Kol was sliding his own cock between John’s cheeks, leaving a burning feeling that was remarkably enjoyable. He moaned out, sounding probably very slutty, though that could only be a good thing as it got approving laughs out of the two Pokémon. “Hah, you really want us, don’t you?” hissed Vin. “Didn’t think you’d be so needy for a good dicking so soon, I guess Soma wasn’t enough for you.”

“Rude,” remarked the Abra languidly.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you,” promised Kol devilishly. “All you need to do is take it like a good pet. Think you can handle that, bitch?”

John couldn’t have nodded fast enough. “Y-yes, please, give me everything, I want it all…show me where I belong…”

“As if we’d do anything but.” Kol gripped John’s hips tight and drove his cock in hard, grunting out as his hilted immediately, sending a searing heat into John’s ass that got him seeing stars. He cried out loud, and that was the last sound he got as Vin shoved his own cock inside the human’s mouth and buried himself in all the way, gripping John’s head as he did. It slipped in easier than he would have thought again, though being slightly less than Soma’s in the important dimensions, it wasn’t as much of a surprise to John this time…rather, it was thrilling and rewarding, especially with the taste of it, sweet and sugary with fluid that was tangy and delightful.

Both Pokémon seemed intent to take charge, as they began to thrust with vigor and celerity, using the human’s holes for all they were worth. The cream that filled John already from his earlier action hissed and sizzled as Kol rut through it, replacing it with his own steamy fluids. The burning sensations he felt inside him were getting ever stronger the more of the Charmander’s fluids were smeared along his walls, sensitizing him more and more, yet for as hot as it got, it never hurt even a bit, in fact it was almost a radiant pleasure that coursed through him with each touch and ease burst of heat. Up front, Vin’s scales were plapping against his face, lewd wet smacks filling the air as he rut that oral cavity, leaking more sticky fluid that smeared all over his face and against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. His was the more powerful scent in the air, there was a spicy tenor from Kol’s efforts that wafted in but it was mostly the sweetness with a hint of green-ness that filled John’s nose and made his head whirl.

But he wasn’t totally passive, only as passive as he needed to be. He could still do a few things, and did them eagerly, clenching down on Kol’s cock to help give him a tighter fit and slurping and licking over Vin’s dick to stimulate him more. And as he did it, he felt shadows of that pleasure he felt when Soma was rutting him, that bliss that came from giving himself over to them, the ones who were adapted for this life and had so much more power than he did…nothing about these thoughts felt remotely wrong, it was relaxing knowing his place, having it shown to him in a way that was emphatic yet non-threatening. And the more he accepted it, the hotter he got…his cock was all the way hard again, not leaking anything but clearly showing its desire. And it grew quickly, the incredibly stimulating heat worked him up far more fiercely than the last round, an aggressive pleasure that threatened to overwhelm.

It was not destined to be a long round - the two had worked themselves up fairly nicely while waiting their turn, and the throbbing of those dicks and the heavy panting above John were clear signals they were on the verge. He would have begged for it if he could, pleaded for them to fill him, and the thought of doing so made him even more aroused. Whatever Soma had done to him, he clearly was NOT pushing it out, if anything he was embracing it fully. He loved the feeling of the two, wanted more of them, wanted to take it like a good pet…

This time, nothing held back his orgasm before someone else was ready - his eyes rolled back and he cried out around the cock in his throat as he spasmed and jerked hard, another crashing climax buffeting his mind. His movements were the only clear sign, his cock jerking but failing to produce even a droplet of seed, his shrunken balls seemingly not interested in storing up very much, but even the dry state wasn’t dimming the euphoria at all. And it only got better when Kol and Vin joined him, the Charmander erupting just before the Treecko got there, but both teaming up to deliver a wild experience, the rush of lava in his ass and the explosion of sweetness in his mouth almost knocking John out. He swallowed as rapidly as he could, drinking down that sugary ambrosia, and squeezed and ground against Kol’s tool to milk it of all that blazing spunk that he could. It was heaven, pure and simple…was it perhaps colored by the fact that he had no memories to draw from, nothing to compare this wondrous pleasure to? Maybe, but John had a tiny feeling, in the back of his head, that he’d not known anything so good regardless. There was no point in arguing with the feeling, he accepted it, accepted that these mons had brought him unparalleled delight…again, it seemed insufficient to call it payback when he felt like he was getting more out of it than even they did.

As the two Pokémon pulled out, John pitched forward onto the grass, strung out in satisfaction and weary from all the exertion. He eventually slumped onto his side, heaving hard and drawing in musk-laden air that was still subtly enjoyable even in his exhausted state. He could see Kol and Vin stepping back a bit, blinking, their eyes casting off the haze that they’d had…and very quickly, they rounded on the grinning Abra. “Soma! What did you do?!” snapped Kol.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Soma replied in that tone of voice that made it entirely clear he knew absolutely what they were talking about.

“Don’t even try that!” Vin replied hotly. “I remember my head spinning when I was watching you, you messed with us again!”

“Why do you always call it ‘messing with you’? I’m never messing with you, everything I do has a purpose. Oh, do relax, Kol, I didn’t control you.” The Charmander’s mouth shut, though his glare didn’t abate. “In fact I didn’t do much of anything, all it was was merely a leaky vibe of lustful dominance. It just turned on what’s already in you two.”

“Leaky my ass, you did that deliberately,” huffed Kol.

“And so what if I did? I didn’t give you any thoughts, you didn’t HAVE to take advantage of any of it. You did it because you wanted to. And you were going to fuck him anyway, since he owed you something and I gave him about one thing he could actually do for you. What difference does it make to have you do it when you’re calm or when you’re uninhibited?”

“You are incorrigible,” sighed Vin. “Maybe we would’ve rather have done it at our own pace?”

“No, you would rather have done it just like you did, and you know it.” That smug tone was clearly not sitting well with Kol or Vin, but it was kind of hard to argue, because… “You DO remember I can read your minds, right? And even if I don’t, I can pick up on strong thoughts. You were QUITE enjoying going all out on the human, putting him in his place…”

“Enough already,” growled Kol, flushing. “Don’t give him the wrong idea! We aren’t trying to…we’re not…”

“Oh, do relax. He loved every second of it. Didn’t you, John?” John started a bit as he was suddenly brought in, and tiredly pushed himself up. “Don’t worry about offending us, just speak your honest mind.”

John nodded, though he doubted it was going to be any surprise to Soma what he said. “I…did, very much. It was…it was fantastic, exciting, and it…it felt so good…”

“You dicked with his head, of course he’s going to say what you want,” Vin insisted, though his voice spoke of an uncertainty in his words.

“I daresay you did more ‘dicking with his head’ than I did, with that eager skullfucking,” chuckled the Abra, making Vin’s face darken fast. “You should both be less shy about it, there’s nothing wrong with it. Anyway, I think we have some business to get to, and your intervention very conveniently helped me recover my mental juices enough to do so. You might want to bring John closer, I suspect he would have a hard time standing under his own power.”

“Grrr…fine…” The two went over to John, lifting him up and walking him over to the Abra; John could tell they felt a little bit awkward about everything. He wasn’t sure how, but he wanted to assure them that they’d done nothing wrong, that he’d genuinely enjoyed their overpowering presence…but, he decided to wait until after he’d had his mind looked into, so that he hopefully would have less to dwell on as he spoke to them. After all, he really, really wanted to know what had happened to him, and he didn’t want to sound like he wasn’t genuine because he was distracted.

Set down in front of Soma, his messy body looked ill-prepared for anything, but Soma didn’t bat an eye at it as he pushed himself upright, placing his hands on John’s head. “Now, I need you to relax again…I’m going to be peering deeper into your mind this time. I won’t be doing so in a way that can change anything, this is purely read access and you’ll be able to sense everything I can, but the depth I can probe can uncover secrets which may be uncomfortable, and you may feel the urge to resist. The more you do, the harder it is for me to unravel things, and if I run out of energy we might not be able to get to the bottom of this.”

“I…I understand…” John wasn’t entirely sure he was ready for it, but he had to try. He did his best to relax, not let the anticipation get to him as he felt a strange prickling in his brain…he closed his eyes, letting the Abra do his thing. The few memories he had from the past several hours came to him in fleeting images, only passing along quickly and touching gently before passing on, into a darkness that seemed endless deeper inside. But with a bit of concentration he could see faint twinkles of something…it seemed so far off in the distance, so deep, but he was being guided in, sent down deeper…he forced himself to try to relax, anxiety and uncertainty developing a bit as he wondered what was going to happen when they got down there, what he was going to see…

He did not expect what actually happened. All of a sudden there was a flash in his mental image, and Soma yelled out, recoiling and grabbing his head, the intrusion gone in an instant with nothing else coming through for John. “Agh! Fuck! Ahhh...that...really hurt…”

“Soma! Are you all right?!” Vin exclaimed in fright.

“Fine! Fine...mmph, I’m okay. That was just a warning shot. My fault, I wasn’t ready for it.”

John was terribly confused. “Warning shot? Did I...did I do something?”

“No, you didn’t. Remember what I said about traps earlier? Yeah, you’re mind’s laced with one.” Soma was still rubbing his head with one hand, but the expression of pain on his face was fading away. “Whatever happened to you, someone wrapped it up with a nice big ‘do not touch this or you’ll be fried’ bow. Meaning if I tried to claw any deeper I’d be at huge risk for serious brain damage...so, yeah, that ain’t happening.”

It was a revelation that made John’s heart sink. “You can’t...do anything?”

“Sorry, but no. Traps like that aren’t anything you want to tamper with. A whole cadre of psychics working together might be able to disarm it, but there’s nothing like that around here. And...well, let me put it this way. That sort of lockdown is usually a sign that you don’t want to know what’s under there. It’s almost always trouble, either for you or for whoever’s helping you.”

“You think...someone might have done it to me to keep me quiet about something?”

Soma shrugged. “Maybe? Though, in my experience, they usually don’t do that - they just kill you, because killing you is quicker and more secure. Doing this would be an awful lot of extra effort...but…”

“But?” Kol pressed.

“It’s something that would be more likely, if, say, someone WANTED to disappear. They wanted to stay alive, but avoid some kind of dire consequence that would happen if they stuck around...sometimes it’s easier to wipe out the old life and create a new one, far away from anywhere where they’d be in danger. And if they did something that the new them might find...particularly disagreeable, they may want them never to find out.”

Suddenly John found himself feeling anxious for a very different reason. “You...think that could be it?”

“Well, yeah, it COULD be. I’m not saying it IS, I don’t know and this trap isn’t exactly going to tell me. But I’d put it as the top possibility in my mind.”

As far as John was concerned, that was all the answer he was going to get...and he had a feeling, whether intended or incidental, that he should leave it at that. If it really was that his past self had deliberately tried to keep him from ever knowing, then any more effort he put into digging would only lead to misery in the end. He slumped back, sighing deeply...it was the right choice, but that didn’t really make it much easier. “So I guess that’s it...well...I guess it was unlikely that I was going to be able to do much with it anyway. Even if I knew, I don’t know where I was going to go with it…unless someone here wanted to leave a lovely, peaceful grove for a life of adventure, and baby-sit a worthless weak human as they did.”

“Sorry, John…” Vin sounded genuinely apologetic. “I guess I was hoping you’d get something better than that, even if I wasn’t gonna be a part of anything more.”

“It’s a bummer, but I guess it’s better than frying someone else’s brain. What’re you gonna do now?” asked Kol.

That was a difficult question for John. “I don’t really know...I mean...it’s not like I have any idea where I am in the grand scheme. Maybe that was intended, too...hard to be found if you’re so lost you don’t know how lost you are. Don’t really know where I can go, or what I could do even if I went anywhere…”

“If I may…” Eyes turned back to Soma, who was laying casually on his side, head propped up in his hand, seemingly having recovered. “Why not stay here? If nothing else, it’s the safest place for miles, and it’s gotta have something going for it if we all like sticking around so much, right?”

“You think the others’ll accept him?” asked Kol.

Some smirked a bit and chuckled. “If they have any doubts about him, I’m sure that’ll go away quickly after a few ruttings. Nothing to make yourself welcome by welcoming them inside you, I’d say.”

“Soma…” Vin was trying to look disapproving while John blushed, finding it hard not to like that idea. “I don’t think it’s right to make him do that. I mean, this was fun and all, not gonna lie, but that doesn’t mean he should be made to let every Pokémon in the grove plow him.”

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing. Look at how subby he is, he enjoys taking it from us.”

“Yeah, only because you made him that way,” Kol pointed out with mild exasperation.

“And he’s hardly complaining. Not to mention how clearly much YOU got into it, mister ‘take it like a good pet.’ The thought of domming a human turns you on hard, even one that’s on the diminished side, to say the least.”

Kol flushed and steamed. “That...that was…”

“That was you voicing your hidden desire, my fiery friend - trust me, I already knew. And I know Vin shares your desire, too.” Soma grinned as Vin flushed and looked away. “Come on, do I have to write it out for you? He’s yours. He’s just what you wanted. And taking him as your pet will make him happy, too - no more having to worry about what kind of future he’s going to have, he’ll be able to relax and live here happy to serve you and the rest of us.”

The two reptiles exchanged looks, then turned back to John. “I mean...I guess, if you wanted to...we’d do that,” said Kol slowly, sounding like he was making a fair effort to avoid sounding pushy. “But only if you want to agree to it, I wouldn’t want to force you.”

“Right, it’s something we, uh, both would enjoy, I guess, but we’d want it to be a voluntary thing,” agreed Vin. “It wouldn’t be right to make you serve us against your will.”

So they said, but John could sense their wants, almost feel it in his own mind...and the decision had already been made for him, more or less, the warping of his desires and kneading of his mind towards accepting their power over him was all that was needed. And living here, with them, serving them...yes, he could be worth something to them, in one way if not others, this was something he could do and something he wanted to do. “Yes, I...I want to be your pet. Please, let me belong to you…”

“Well, I guess how can I say no to a plea like that?” Kol smiled, stepping forward and putting a hand on John’s shoulder. “We’ll treat you well, I promise, and if you ever feel like we’re not, let someone know, they’ll smack some sense into us.”

“Thank you…I know you’ll be good to me.” Well, it wasn’t the result John had been looking for, but he had a feeling that it would be the best he could have hoped for. Perhaps this was a sign, a warning to him that he should enjoy what might very well have been a second chance at a happy life, and if that had taken removing him from everything he knew, including himself…well, maybe hunting for it wasn’t the best idea. He didn’t know if he’d ever stop being curious about it, but if his life here was satisfying, maybe he’d be perfectly happy letting that go.