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In spite of all the advances in Pokemon medical care, Souma the Lucario was bruised following his treatment. When his trainer found a sore spot, the Pokemon silently winced and pulled away. His trainer always apologized, and then the massage continued.

"I hate to say this," Aaron the trainer tutted, "but you kinda stink at dodging." Souma huffed and pushed back into the massage. "Aw, it's okay, though," he gently added. "You're still getting used to your new body."

Souma shrugged off his master's hands but leaned against his slim chest. Aaron, smiling, held him close, and the Lucario emitted a fond rumble. "You did great today, really," the slender dragon cooed, trying his hardest to reassure the dour-faced Pokemon. He gave him a squeeze and smooched between his ears. "I mean it."

The Lucario managed to smile, but then he stared out the window. Hotel rooms always left him feeling stifled. It was when he and his trainer slept under the stars, and he could see the infinity of the universe as he lie on his back, that Souma could truly relax. He nudged off Aaron's arms and padded to the window, then pulled out the blinds to look through the glass. Aaron observed with a smile.

"I kno-o-ow. You like sleeping outside. Let me have this, just tonight," he laughed, "and we'll rough it tomorrow, all right?" Souma looked back and smiled patiently.

Aaron and Souma had a room service dinner. The dwelling being a Pokemon-friendly hotel meant specialized food for Souma. When the meal was through and the Lucario relaxed on his back, staring at the dull eggshell-colored ceiling, he began to paw at the gem which he wore as a necklace. It was beautiful, made of a substance known as Lucarionite, and he was uncertain of just what it was for beyond aesthetics. Aaron knew of its properties, however, and he noticed Souma's idle touch.

"Heh, we haven't used that yet," he said under his breath, earning a bemused look from the Pokemon. Aaron reached into his hip pocket and pulled out a gem of his own - a Mega Stone. He eyed it pensively, and Souma merely stared at it. "Want to give it a try? I think we have a good, strong bond, it should work..."

On the stern jackal face of a Lucario, a look of wariness appeared perfectly natural. It was the look he wore as he stood before his kneeling trainer, whom held out his small, prism-like, and perfectly spherical Mega Stone. "Well, here goes," the dragon blithely said, and he thrust the Mega Stone against Souma's Lucarionite necklace.

The reaction occurred at once, filling the room with dazzling light which bled through the blinds and under the door. It lasted mere seconds, and when it faded and Aaron regained his vision, he had before him the taller, remarkably more imposing form of a Mega Lucario. It was still Souma, as he could see in the Pokemon's eyes, but his aura emanated with incredible intensity from his body. Aaron was implicitly aware of his beloved Pokemon's awesome power.

"Gosh," Aaron muttered, gawking up into Souma's orange-eyed glare. The Pokemon had grown considerably in height to slightly surpass his trainer, and the energy which radiated from him could be noticed in the billowing of his hair, which moved as if freed from gravity. The air around him felt electric, yet most unsettling was that Aaron could see violent intent in Souma's stare.

Souma neared, his footsteps heavy and aura denting the light around him. Aaron winced and rose to shaky legs, and he frantically wondered if triggering this transformation was wise with nothing to battle. Indeed, it was a fight which Souma craved, and though it was never his intent to harm his trainer, he was of a savage frame of mind.

With implacable strength, Souma grabbed the fleeing drake's long and tapering tail. He yanked and pulled Aaron near, to which the trainer gasped and blurted, "Souma, it's me!"

The Lucario knew. How could he forget his trainer's familiar face? Aaron was someone he recognized from his youngest days as a Riolu, two bodies ago now. That familiarity gave purpose to his violence. His love for Aaron molded the brutality into a different shape. He shoved his trainer down and pounced, then grabbed his jeans at the waist. Over Aaron's gasping and begging, Souma wrenched inelegantly on the tough fabric, yanking in opposite directions until it split down the fly.

For Aaron, it was a bizarre feeling to have his jeans ripped into halves, splitting almost perfectly along his groin and consequently the crack of his ass. He lay in fear and awe of Souma's physical power, but when the Pokemon tore off his underpants with a noted lack of effort, Aaron immediately understood - and feared even more - what Souma was up to.

Aaron saw, for the first time, his Pokemon's cock in a state of arousal. He had gotten unintended glimpses of it here and there when he saw Souma's sheath from just the right angle, but here it was hard and dribbling pre like a leaky tap, impossible to ignore. Its shape, suiting a Pokemon which resembled a jackal, was canine. A bulbous, threatening knot waited at the bottom of nine inches of shaft which began in a lovingly tapered tip, and all of it was red and smooth. Though Aaron was frightened by the size of the knot, he was enamored by the simple perfection of Souma's penis.

It struck Aaron that if he were destined to please his Pokemon, then he wanted to do it with his mouth to spare his poor behind the knot; but from the way Souma's body gave forth teasing waves of dark powers and his eyes glowed with sexual fury, Aaron knew it wouldn't be so simple. The knot would end up inside of him.

Souma descended, snarling hotly. Aaron cried out in shock but the plea fell on deaf ears, for Souma grabbed his trainer by the thighs and tugged them apart. He ignored the dragon's dormant genital slit and pressed his naturally slick cocktip into the drake's anus instead. A deep rumble escaped him, immediately preceding the penetration and continuing well into it, though it took on a trembling quality. Souma was ill-prepared for the tight flesh of his master's ass.

Similarly, Aaron was out of practice. Souma wasn't the first creature to fuck him (though he was the first Pokemon to do so), but it had been months since he had put even his own finger in his ass. He clenched his eyelids and showed his teeth, but whimpered through the ugly expression. Souma briskly pushing into him had the effect of stimulating his powerfully sensitive rectal walls, and as a consequence, his slit began to swell, followed immediately by the appearance of his own impressive member. It went unacknowledged by Souma.

All the Pokemon could comprehend was his lust. His single-mindedness was shown best when his knot kissed up to Aaron's wallowed pucker and he continued to grind forward. Aaron couldn't stand idly by. Whining and hissing, he grabbed Souma's shoulders and pushed with all his strength. "Souma, no, no! Fu-u-uck, that thing's gonna split me in half! Souma...!"

Aaron's groveling struck a chord, and Souma eased back, albeit while grumbling. His cheeks were unmistakably lit with blush when he savored Aaron's anal passage in the intended direction; but when he pushed back inside again, he growled pleasurably, and his aura grew more potent. Aaron felt its energy in his bones, emanating through Souma's body and into his, while the Pokemon's plugging cock channeled some of that power directly inside of him. From there it acted on his body in strange ways, making his anal walls tingle with amazing sensations he had never known before. It was not like electric shock, being subtler than that. It was something Aaron had no comparison for, but he loved it.

"Ooh, oh, shit," Aaron muttered, his whole body trembling from the incomprehensible sensations. Yet as curious as the pleasure was, the fact remained that Souma was beginning to work up a worrisome pace. It was simple: as the Lucario discovered what felt good, he started to rut. It was a product of lust and nothing more. Desire what made him smash his knot into the dragon's asshole every time he bottomed out, and it was the same reason why he snarled and hissed as the pleasure rose.

Aaron grimaced at the sight of his Pokemon's wicked countenance. Souma looked terrifying, but in the same breath, he was desirable and flawless. The dragon tentatively touched his Pokemon, stroking down his breast, broaching carefully the spike protruding from him. "Uhn, fffuck," he bleated with cherry-red cheeks and a drooling cock. "You're such a handsome Pokemon, Souma..."

Souma stared deep into Aaron's eyes. It was by all rights a glare of death, but it burned with lust and attraction. Aaron experienced submission and fear in great amounts, but the sleek beauty of Souma's body and the ruthlessness with which he had grown so sexually efficient impressed him. The way the Pokemon's knot pounded against his back door was as threatening as ever, but he caught himself welcoming its bulk, hoping that his beloved Pokemon would tie him up good and tight. He conveyed as much in a pathetic plea: "For fuck's sake, Souma," he exhaled, "get that knot inside of me, please."

Showing teeth and snarling, Souma nailed Aaron with more ferocity than the dragon could have ever imagined in his noble Pokemon. The rage with which the Lucario mashed his knot against Aaron's unwilling and now swollen anus was so out of character, but Aaron loved it. The pain was part of the pleasure, and the Pokemon's aura was growing stronger by the second. It caused tingles deep inside of his body, filling his bottom in ways not even Souma's reaming cock could. It affected his prostate gland, giving it a peculiar massage which Aaron reacted to with breathless cries and slutty bucks of his hips. He was on the verge without having put so much as a finger on his cock.

For the first time but certainly not the last, Souma felt the supreme pleasure of an orgasm. He began to cum, and with the passing of his first beefy rope, he needed to tie the knot. He ground it against Aaron's protesting, clenching asshole with incredible savagery, braying and snarling in response to taboo pleasure. Beneath him, Aaron yowled and cried out, banging his fists on the floor and clenching his teeth into another nasty grimace. Through the unflattering expression, he hissed, "Oh--, oh shi-i-it!!"

Aaron started to squirt too - but just a moment after he began, Souma tied the knot. It popped inside with a nasty wet noise and settled in behind the gulping gape of the dragon's anus neatly. Its bulk rested on the drake's prostate, adding physical pressure to the aura's teasing effects. Aaron self-consciously clapped his hands around his muzzle and let loose a scream. The pleasure and pain were indivisible, and his orgasm was elevated to explosive force, ruining his shirt with many ropes of dense dragon semen.

Just as Aaron painted his breast, Souma filled the dragon. He gushed like a fire hose, pumping his first load deep inside of his of his master. It overfilled Aaron immediately and caused the seal to break. Souma's jizz leaked around his own knot, a rapid dribble like a breaking dam, but the plug held after that bit of pressure bled off. Aaron's anus was still swollen and raw, winking around the narrow shaft behind the knot, but Souma's cum was held safely inside of the drake.

But evidently the strain of sexual release was too much for Souma's Mega form to handle. He draped over top of Aaron, limp and exhausted, and then he reverted in another flash of light which momentarily blinded Aaron. Lying over top of him then was his unaltered Lucario, and though Souma was still tied to him, the sudden downsizing of the Pokemon's body, cock included, meant the seal no longer applied. Great amounts of semen gushed around Souma's smaller cock, making both trainer and Pokemon blush and share sheepish looks.

When the embarrassment wore thin but the afterglow was at its peak, Aaron pulled Souma up and kissed him on his cheek. Souma closed his eyes and huffed. Though his body was bruised and his mind raced with new experiences to process, he felt at ease in his trainer's warm arms.