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This story was written by myself, :iconGryphonWings:, and my wonderful pet :iconAtlas86:

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Peter took a small sip of his drink, the peaty whisky rolling over his tongue before he swallowed, placing his back down on the wooden table. He had always enjoyed the Glenmore Club; a pub of sorts that catered to a more wealthy clientele and provided a spot to relax and drink without blaring music or thousands of grinding bodies.

The bartender, a middle-aged Blaziken, mixed up a drink for a Machamp that had taken the stool three spots down.

“Long day today Peter?” she asked, handing the drink to the Pokemon with a nod before gazing over at the human. “You’ve got a distant stare on your face.”

“I'm just tired,” he admitted, taking another sip of his liquor, “work was pretty involved, had to give some presentations to a board of directors, write a report... the usual stuff.” He sighed, but gave the Blaziken a smile regardless.

“I'm sure bartending has its own challenges, so don't mind my complaints,” he added with a light laugh, finishing off the last few drops in his glass. The avian winked at him and took his empty glass, placing it into the washing machine under the counter before picking up a bottle of his favourite whisky.

“Another glass?” she offered, and he nodded. A fresh one was placed in front of him, her clawed hand tipping the bottle over to release the flow of alcohol.

“Say when,” she requested, and he nodded when the glass was half full. She put the bottle away and glanced back at the Machamp, but he was still busy enjoying his own beverage for the time being. Peter took a swig from his second glass, resting an arm on the counter while he chatted with the Blaziken. He ended up here every friday I night, and the fire-type generally looked after him, often making one of his drinks free. The quiet atmosphere appealed to him, as it did to many of those who visited.

The hurried sound of the front door banging open broke the serenity of the bar. Glancing over his shoulder curiously, Peter watched as a haggard Lucario stumbled up the aisle between the tables, drawing quick glances from the few other patrons sitting around the room. His fur was damp and matted with mud, and leavings and twigs clung to his body. He was an absolute mess, but the barkeeper didn’t do anything to turn the canine away as he collapsed onto a stool a few seats down from him.

“C-Could I get a water? Thanks,” the Lucario asked, leaning heavily on the bartop. Upon closer inspection, Peter could see the long scrapes and cuts across his arms and legs, and the start of a bruise swelling in the side of his muzzle.

“Hey there friend,” Peter said, sliding down a few stools to sit next to the Pokemon. The Blaziken arrived at the same with a short glass of ice water, which the Lucario quickly drained into his parched muzzle before slapping back against the table with a sigh. “I’m not sure water is going to be enough for you.”

“I don’t have the money for anything stronger,” the Lucario replied, shaking his head. “It’s a shame, because you look like you’ve got something nice.”

“How about you let me take care of the money for you,” he replied, and motioned to the barkeep to bring him another. Turning back to the Lucario, he rested a hand on his shoulder and got a grunt of pain and a shrug in response. “Want me to take you to a Pokemon Center?”

“No,I’ll be fine,” He said quietly. “Just need some rest and a shower, and I’ll be good as new.”

Peter chuckled. He wasn’t sure who this Lucario was trying to impress, but the canine was looking far less confident than his attitude portrayed. He didn’t know how far away the Pokemon lived, but he didn’t trust him to get there safely as he did walk straight and upright out of the bar.

“Sure, sure. Hey, let’s go sit somewhere more comfortable,” he said, hooking his arm around the Lucario’s thin, furred body and helping him down off the stool. A booth with a table was set just next to the bar, and Peter gently guided him over and lowered him onto the soft, supportive bench seat. He retrieved both their drinks from the bar and took them to the table as well, taking a seat across from him and sliding the amber beverage right under his nose. “So, want to tell me what happened? You’re a complete mess, and I’m surprised the owner hasn’t kicked you out for getting the floor all muddy.”

The Lucario sighed and leaned back against the seat, taking a sip of his drink and shivering at the strong taste. “I was attacked by an Arcanine,” he admitted, “in the forest. I had to run a fair way, and got a bit dirty...”

“You look like you took a bit of a beating,” Peter noted, “does your trainer know you got lost?” A crestfallen look fell over the Pokemon’s face, and he gazed into his whisky.

“I don't have a trainer, not anymore,” he explained quietly, “she abandoned me for a stronger Salamence she caught. I wasn’t... good enough for the team anymore. I've been living in the forest for the last month like a wild Pokemon again... but sometimes that's not a friendly place either.” Peter listened to him with great concern, drinking silently while he spoke of his ordeal.

“That's horrible,” he replied, looking over the steel-type’s injuries, “why would anyone give up a Lucario? He got up out of his chair and went to the bar, gesturing for the Blaziken.

“He's been pretty roughed up,” Peter explained, sliding a large sum of money over the counter, “I would be grateful if you could lend me your first aid kit and overlook his... muddiness.” The bartender chuckled but nodded, going over to the wall and picking out some bandages and other items. She handed them over the counter and leaned over slightly.

“I can't have my bar looking like a Pokemon refuge,” she said sternly, “but make sure he gets the right attention. He's welcome back when his fur is clean.” Peter nodded and walked back over to the table, sitting down next to the blue-furred male to better tend to his cuts and bruises.

“Alright, hold still. This will probably sting a bit,” he said, taking the Lucario’s arm at the wrist and elbow and brought it closer to him on the table. After wetting a cotton ball with antiseptic, he brought it to the first narrow laceration in the Pokemon’s forearm, gently dabbing it against the skin. The Lucario hissed in discomfort and jerk his arm, but he didn’t escape Peter’s hold as he continued to clean and disinfect the wounds. Once he was finished, he began to wrap bandages firmly up the Pokemon’s arm, leaving it clean and tidy before moving on to the next one. “Do you have a name?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s Lucas,” the Lucario replied absently, staring down into his drink while Peter tended to him. His other arm was next to receive treatment, followed by his scraped up left left and a cut on his cheek. Peter could feel the Pokemon’s muscles tensing everywhere he touched, but he didn’t receive any more complaints. It took him a few moments to patch up every scrape and cut the Pokemon had, but when he was done he was rewarded with a small smile from the wounded canine. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” Peter remarked, reaching across the table to grab his drink. The ice had shrunken to the point where it didn’t make a sound against the edge of the glass when he tilted it back against his lips. He drew back a sip of the deep, woody drink while Lucas watched, fiddling with the glass between his paws. “When we finish our drinks, I’ll take you back to my place. We can get you cleaned up there, and I don’t mind if you want to stay there while you get better.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine now,” Lucas said, nursing his drink.

“Not a chance. With your luck, you’ll probably get hit by a car on the way out of the bar. I insist you let me take you home,” he said with a grin. “Besides, it’ll be nice to have someone to talk to when I get home.”

Lucas finally nodded, working the last of his drink down his throat. Peter got to his feet, watching with concern as the steel-type insisted on standing and walking without support.

“Sure you're okay?” he asked, and the Pokemon nodded. They walked out of bar with a wave to the Blaziken before getting into Peter’s car and driving the short distance back to his home. As they pulled up in the driveway the Lucario couldn't help but be impressed; it was quite a nice-looking home. A clean garden matched the mid-sized house, which looked modern and bright.

Parking in the driveway, Peter got out and helped the Lucario out of his seat.

“Thanks for this,” Lucas said gratefully, “I haven't really... had the best experience with humans before.” Peter looked at him sympathetically, closing the car door and locking it with a press of the button.

“Don't worry about it,” the man replied with a smile, “I've been living alone for a fair while now, so it's nice to have some company.” Together they made their way over to the door, unlocking it before stepping inside.

“There's a shower down the hall on the left,” he informed his new guest, “don't want you getting mud on the living room carpet.” He chuckled and the Lucario smiled, before taking him up on the offer and walking down the hall to the shower. A few minutes later, Peter could hear the water running and headed into the kitchen.

Reaching up above the fridge he grabbed some Pokeblock that he had for feeding the Pokemon on his walks around the local park, and poured a couple of cubes onto a small plate and left it on the end of the kitchen counter. He would cook something better-tasting up later, but for now they were dense blocks of nutrients that a healing Pokemon would need.

Turning on the TV to the main news channel, he sat down on the large sofa and watched a story about a local pokemon singing contest while Lucas removed the mud from his fur and dirt from his cuts. Inside the shower, the young Pokemon was excited. He had never used a shower so nice, with soaps and gels on a small rack and a nice big standing area. Many homes were built nowadays to fit large pokemon, so the space was bigger than a human or Lucario would ever need. Still, he was grateful as the hot water flowed down his matted fur, cleansing it and removing the grime. For a short while, at the very least, he felt home again.

A few moments later, Lucas returned to the living room, a plush towel wrapped around his waist and a frizziness to his fur as the humidity made it stick straight up at random. Walking in quietly behind the couch where Peter sat, he spied the small plate of food left out for him. A small smile spread on his muzzle as he examined the small pink blocks. The dried, pre-packaged pokeblock squished a little between his claws as he picked it up, detected the sweet smell wafting from its surface when he brought it under his sensitive nose. After opening his mouth, he popped it onto his tongue and began to chew, the soft flesh of sweet, jellied mago and pecha berries bursting across his taste buds.

“I hope you don’t mind the pink ones. They’re all I’ve got left,” Peter said, looking over the back of the couch at him. Lucas glanced around at him in surprised, his mouth full of fruit, but he just nodded in reply until he found the time to swallow.

“The pink ones are my favorite, actually,” the Lucario replied, reaching down to take a second one off the plate. For store-bought pokeblocks, they had a surprisingly good feel to them.

“Really? I would have taken a fighting-type like you to like green or yellow pokeblocks,” he remarked with a grin, before turning back to the television. His hand patted the cushion on the couch next to him, making Lucas’ ears flick up at the strange sound of an open palm thumping against a plush, leather-covered couch. “Come and have a seat, if you’d like. I also wouldn’t mind if you wanted to go straight to bed. You’ve had a rough day.”

“No, I’m okay,” Lucas shook his head, taking the last pokeblock from the plate and stepping around the side of the couch. Cool hardwood gave way to a thick carpet that covered the living room floor, feeling soft and warm against the underside of his paws. Peter shot him a small smile as he stood in front of the couch, looking down at the man with his feet rested casually on the coffee table in front of him. His outstretched hand reoffered the seat to him, seemingly not worried about the slightly damp towel still around his hips, and so he didn’t worry about it either. He took a seat on the luxurious sofa, stiffening a little as his body sunk further into the cushion that he had expected. Peter chuckled at his reaction, watching the Pokemon who was more used to sitting on a log than a sofa adjust his balance to the overly-soft piece of furniture.

“You look like you haven't seen comfortable furniture for a while,” Peter joked, hitting the remote buttons until a re-run of the Indigo League battle finals appeared on screen.

“Not really,” the Pokemon sighed, rubbing his paws against the material, “nature is not always the most comfortable place.” He looked over at the human, his smile faltering a little.

“I don't mean to sound ungrateful but you've done an awful lot for a mere stranger,” the steel-type noted, “I can't help but ask why?”

“I dunno,” the man replied with a chuckle, “you looked like you needed help, and it's no real bother to me to have a guest. Plenty of room here, and some company is just what I needed. I don't have anyone living with me, nor do I have any Pokemon. You're welcome to stay until you feel like leaving.” He smiled and got to his feet, heading over to the kitchen. Reaching into the cupboard he grabbed a bag of chips and a couple of glasses, filling them up with water before heading back to the sofa and placing it all down on the small table in front of them.

“Want to watch a movie?” he asked, flicking over to the pay-TV system he had connected to his screen, “you can pick it you like.” He handed the remote to the blue-furred male, who took it and began to flick through all the offerings.

“Thank you,” Lucas said suddenly, “I haven't felt this good in years.” Peter smiled and grabbed a handful of the chips.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied, crunching down on one, “it's not such a big deal. I'm just as happy to have someone to hang out with.” Lucas nodded, leaning back on the sofa as he selected an action movie. His cuts and bruises felt so much less painful now that he had enjoyed a shower and had some food in his belly, and for the first time in a while, he felt like he could trust a human again.

“So, what was your trainer like?” Peter asked idly, glancing away from the television. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

Lucas looked at him in surprise, not expecting such a powerful question to come up. He looked down into his lap for a moment, putting his paws together and thinking hard about it. He didn’t know if he wanted to look back on such a hard moment in his life, but Peter had only made him feel comfortable in the short span they had known each other. He couldn’t help but wonder if this would be the best person to vent to.

“Her name was Tracy,” he said quietly. “When we were young, it was really nice. I was a Riolu when she caught me with her father. I was scared of her, at first, but at that young age I was the only thing important to her. We played all day long, and we grew up together. On her sixteenth birthday, I evolved into a Lucario, and that’s when things became different. Tracy got excited about battling, more than she ever had before. We had never done it until then, and with my new body, I wasn’t really prepared to fight. We lost to the gym trainers in her town, and that made her mad. I’d have to sleep outside on the nights that I lost. The only way I could find to appease her was to win, and it felt good when we finally won that badge, but I think she decided at that point that I wasn’t good enough for her. That everything we had experienced together wasn’t as important as winning.”

“That’s awful,” Peter remarked, shaking his head slowly. “Was that when she abandoned you?”

“Not quite. After we won, she started being cagey around me, and avoiding me. She and her father would disappear into other rooms and leave me out, when I used to be able to go anywhere in the house I wanted. When I listened in through the door, I discovered that Tracy’s father was actually the head of a successful breeding facility, that specializes in rare Pokemon. He got her a perfectly bred Bagon, and even a piece of salamencite. She trained with that Bagon until it evolved all the way into a huge, strong Salamence, and then she had no more use for me. She left me alone at the house, every day, or out in the yard. She never spared me more than a passing glance. I just couldn’t take it anymore and...I left. I stole my Pokeball while she slept, and buried it out in the forest. I can never have another trainer because of it, but I’m not sure I really want one.”

They sat in silence for a long moment, Lucas staring down into his lap while his head swam with all the painful memories. A minute later, he was jarred away from it as Peter’s hand gently rested on his shoulder, and he cast him a warm smile.

“Well, I’m no trainer anymore, so you don’t have to worry about that with me,” he replied, and gave him a gentle pat before returning the hand to his bowl of chips. “You can just hang out with me until you’re feeling better, and then you can do what you want.”

The Pokemon looked over him with a smile, unable to help how happy he felt at being treated so kindly. The additional luxuries were just the icing on the cake to brighten his mood.

“Besides, you can have another Pokeball,” Peter added, “after a few months the bond weakens. I imagine you're pretty free right about now. Not that I'm going to try and catch you or anything, I don't have any.” He laughed a little, and Lucas laughed briefly along with him.

The show went for another two hours, the crisp bag empty by the end. Peter got up and tossed it into the bin, before glancing back at his guest.

“You're welcome to sleep in my bed if you like,” he offered, “I'm okay with the couch. It's a pretty good one.” Lucas looked over at him in surprise at the offer, and thought about it briefly. Getting to his feet he moved over to the kitchen to join the human.

“I would like a bed...” he replied, before gazing at the floor and twiddling his paws, “but... can I make a request?” Peter paused, hearing the small waver in the steel-type’s voice.

“What's that?” he asked, putting the last cup in the dishwasher.

“I would... prefer if you were nearby,” he admitted with a shy expression, “would you sleep with me? I mean... share the bed? I don't want to be alone.” Peter chuckled a little, turning back to him with a smile.

“If it helps you sleep better, I can do that,” he offered, watching as the Lucario’s expression brightened a little. He walked down the hall and into his bedroom, gesturing for the Pokemon to join him. It was a lovely room, with a nice queen-sized bed against the wall and a few other pieces of furniture around it. He removed his shirt and tossed it into a pile on the floor as the blue-furred male appeared behind him.

“Plenty of room,” Peter said with a wave of his hand, “I’m just going to brush my teeth so I'll be a few minutes. Make yourself comfy.” He disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of water running and teeth being brushed soon coming from within. Lucas looked at the bed, the first real bed he’d seen in a long time. It looked so inviting after the rough ground he had been forced to sleep on.

He pulled back the covers and hopped in, sighing with relief as he felt the warmth enclose him. It was heaven in his eyes, able to have a decent shower, a meal and a comfy bed. He had only known this human for half a day but already felt like he trusted him more than anyone he had ever met before.

The man emerged from the bathroom with fresh teeth and a smile on his face, seeing immediately how content the Pokemon looked.

“Been awhile since you've had a good bed?” he asked, earning a quick nod in return. He chuckled and walked around to the other side, pulling back the sheets and tugging off the rest of his clothing to place it beside the mattress. Pulling the covers over he looked sideways at Lucas, smiling at his evident happiness.

“Have a good sleep,” he said politely, closing his eyes. Lucas gazed at the man and nodded.

“Thank you, this means so much to me,” he responded, before closing his eyes and drifting off swiftly into a much-needed sleep.

***

When Peter awoke the next morning, it was to a soft, warm lump pressed against his chest. Still half-asleep and with the memories of last night sitting somewhere in the back of his mind, he let his arm fall across the plush surface, soft fur tickling at his skin as he leaned against it. The smell of his own soaps filled his nose, gentle and spiced, which made his nostrils tingle and push the drowsiness away. When he finally cracked his eyes for the first time that morning, he found Lucas sound asleep, with his body pressed up tight to his chest. A furred paw was draped over his midsection, keeping him in place while the lonely Lucario slept. He figured that sharing the bed would help him feel more secure, but not quite this much.

“Hey.” he whispered quietly into the canine’s pointed ear, making it flick upwards in response. Slowly, the exhausted Lucario came to, removing his paw from Peter’s hip and rubbing his eyes with the back of it. When he finally looked up, seeing the close proximity between them, Lucas quickly scrambled to the other side of the bed with a rosy blush blooming beneath the fur of his cheeks.

“G-Good morning,” he stuttered awkwardly, keeping his head down and only occasionally glancing back up at the chuckling human.

“I take it you had a good sleep, then?” Peter asked, shooting the embarrassed Pokemon a smile as he pushed the covers back and threw his legs over the edge of the bed. He yawned and stretched his arms out, his back to his guest for a brief moment.

“Yes, thank you,” Lucas replied softly, kneading at the plush edge of the duvet covering him. It was so soft, but he found that all of the warmth in the bed was centered around where Peter had been laying. He supposed that he hadn’t stayed on his side of the bed for very long last night. “Your bed is very nice.”

“Well, a good mattress is important. I didn’t really want to wake you, but I have to get ready for work. You can go back to sleep if you like, I’ll be out of here shortly,” he said as he stood up, giving his legs a shake as he walked across the room to the closet in the corner. A fresh shirt and a pair of black pants hung next to each other on the hangers, crisp and wrinkle-free. He pulled them both down and tucked them neatly across his arm to transport into bathroom. “I’m making breakfast after my shower. Feel free to come out if you want some, otherwise I’ll see you when I get home.”

Lucas watched as the half-naked man slipped out of the room with his clothing, and shut the door behind him. A moment later, the sound of rushing water against flat tile filled the nearby rooms. He flopped his head back into the downy pillows again, looking up at the warm, white ceiling above him. It had been a long time since he had felt this comfortable, and this safe. He didn’t have to worry about where he was going to find food today, where he was going to sleep, and if anyone else in the forest was out to make a meal of him. He was perfectly safe from everything that could hurt him. When he closed his eyes, it was like none of the bad things had ever happened to him. As much as he enjoyed what he and Stacy had had, he almost wished that Peter had caught him first. Thinking back on it, he wondered about what he had meant when he said that he wasn’t a trainer anymore.

Lost in his thoughts for longer than he thought, it wasn’t long before he noticed that the shower had stopped, and the last droplets were dripping against the floor. Throwing the bedding back, he hurried out into the kitchen. He wanted to see Peter off on his day, if that was the only thing he could do to pay him back for his kindness.

Peter poured out a bowl of cereal and handed it to him as he entered, before making one for himself. Sitting at the table he watched as the Pokemon sat opposite, looking at him with a focused expression.

“Eat up, you need the energy,” the man told him, “it'll help the rest of your cuts heal.” Lucas nodded, putting a spoonful in his muzzle. Chewing and then swallowing, he put the spoon down and gazed over at Peter with a nervous smile. He wasn't even sure what he wanted to say, only that he should say something.

“Peter...” he began, watching the man look over at him, “I... I'm very grateful for how you've treated me, and I know you're probably not interested right now but... C... Can I stay here with you?” Peter paused, swallowing his own helping before placing the spoon to the side.

“You want to be my Pokemon?” he asked, “I thought you didn't want a trainer.” The steel-type’s ears folded down a little, worried that he would be denied.

“I... I want to live here,” Lucas muttered, “you seem like a nice human.” Peter watched him for a moment, before smiling at him reassuringly.

“If that's how you feel then you're more than welcome to stay,” he replied, “I've got nobody to keep me company anyway, so having another friendly face around would be nice.” The canine’s eyes lit up and he got up out of his chair with excitement.

“Really?” he asked again, “can I really live here?” His tail wagged with happiness, and the man nodded.

“Sure, as long as you do some housework as well,” Peter reiterated before eating a little more of his cereal, “but we can discuss it later, I have to get to work. The TV and fridge are all yours until I get back.” He got to his feet and smiled at the gleeful Pokemon, taking his own bowl over to the dishwasher. As he picked up his jacket and headed to the door, he found the young Lucario close behind him.

“Something else?” he asked, looking back at Lucas.

“No, just wanted to wish you a good day at work,” he replied, blushing slightly as he felt a little foolish. A hand came to rest on his shoulder as a pair of lips pressed against the tip of his snout.

“Don't make a mess of my house while I'm gone,” Peter chuckled, before he closed the door behind him to leave the blushing Lucario standing in the halfway.

His nose still tingled from where he had pecked a kiss upon it, even minutes after standing in the middle of the room in a dull haze, staring at the door. His heart was pounding in his chest and in his ear drums, encompassing him in the fading sensation. Peter had kissed him, and that thought kept running through his head. He knew that the man cared about him, or else he wouldn’t be lending him his home like this, but just how much did he care? He couldn’t help but wonder if things might end up the same way they had with Stacy, if only due to his fear of being abandoned again. Then again, Peter wasn’t a trainer, so they wouldn’t be battling together. He could just live with him, and be his friend. He didn’t even mind doing the housework if it meant he got to stay with him.

Returning to the kitchen table, Lucario picked up the bowl of cereal that he had abandoned moments before, and went into the living room. The once crunchy flakes of wheat had gone soft in its milky base, but he didn’t mind as he continued to spoon it into his hungry mouth. He flicked on the television and flipped through the channels, scrolling up and down through the snapshots of programs until he settled on a channel playing a lineup of children’s cartoons. He didn’t even care about what kind of show it was or what it was about, but sitting on the couch like that, with the vibrant colors and the bright, reassuring voices of the characters filling his senses, reminded him of how things used to be. Stacy would hug him close to her while she watched shows like these when she was younger, and explain to him everything that was going on even though he was right there watching it with her. Even still, he had loved being with her, and the attention she gave to him. Now, he had Peter, and maybe he would do the same to him. He didn’t know if he would hold him like that, but some part of him was curious about how close they could get. He understood that there were differences between two males being together, but they were already sharing a bed, and Peter seemed perfectly comfortable with that. He barely even reacted when he had accidentally cuddled up to him during the night. Maybe they could get even closer than they were now, but he didn’t want to risk losing him, too. His head swam while he stared blankly at the TV and slurped the milk from his spoon, until there was nothing left to drink and the credits were rolling on the screen.

Unsure of what to do, he simply continued to watch television until Peter’s work day was over. The unmistakable sound of a car pulling up in the driveway signalled his return, and Lucas looked away from the screen with excitement and nervousness. A few moments later the lock clicked open and the man appeared, clutching a bag of groceries to his chest. Taking them to the kitchen he left them on counter and looked over at the Pokemon on his sofa.

“Hey Lucas, how's your day been?” be asked with a smile.

“Very relaxing, thank you!” he replied cheerfully, “I haven't been able to sit back and not worry about things for such a long time.” The man chuckled and put away some of his shopping while they spoke.

“Must be tough out there,” he noted, “but you're here now so don't fret. If it makes you feel any better I promise I won't kick you out.” He smiled and looked over at the Pokemon. It was clear that it did make the Lucario feel a lot better. He walked around and sat down next to him on the sofa, changing the channel before glancing at him.

“So... how about we talk now?” he said with a nod, “work out everything?” Lucas nodded nervously in agreement, meeting his gaze.

“I haven't felt like I can trust a human for a long time,” the steel-type admitted, “you're the first who has been kind to me for a while. I would be so, so grateful if you would take me as your Pokemon. I'm not a good battler but I will help out however I can and try to repay your hospitality however I can.”

“Well, as long as you're well-behaved you're welcome to live here,” Peter offered, “I wouldn't mind getting to know you better, and have a Pokemon of my own. Work has made it difficult to just go out and catch one the usual way, so maybe I'll just make friends with one instead.” He chuckled and gave the canine a warm smile.

“Thank you,” Lucas said gratefully, “I won't let you down, I promise. I'll do anything I can to make you happy.” The human could see the genuine happiness on his muzzle and it made him smile. The poor thing really had been living rough. He sat back on the sofa, looking over at the movie currently playing before extending an arm.

“Why don't you come over here?” he offered, seeing the Lucario’s sheepish expression. It was just like Stacy used to do, and for a brief moment he found himself worried that it would lead to the same abandonment. With a slow movement he shuffled across the sofa and laid his head down against the offered arm, pressing the rest of his body up against the side of his new trainer.

“When you were pressed against me this morning, I wasn’t expecting your fur to be so soft,” Peter said idly, while his hands draped across his shoulders. Deft fingers curled against his skin, rubbing gently into his fur. His body stiffened as he was touched; having been afraid of anyone else getting close to him for so long, he was unused to feeling anyone else against him like that. Peter made it feel good, though, his strong hands massaging his body and relaxing his tight muscles.

“Is it alright if I pet you?” he asked, smiling down at the Pokemon tucked into his arms. Lucas looked up at him with a blush blooming below his blue fur, his head nestled in against the human’s strong chest. Every breath he took was tinged with the human’s gentle scent, warm and masculine. His sensitive canine nose tingled at the pleasant scent, and with a smile he began to truly relax in his warm embrace.

“I would like that,” he replied, bowing his head and lowering his ears to Peter. A moment later he felt a warm hand resting on the top of his head, which slowly stroked through his fur and down his neck. He rumbled pleasantly while the human stroked him, clutching him in a gentle embrace while pampering him tenderly.

“Does that feel good?” he asked softly, almost whispering into the twitching canine ear. Lucas just nodded, his chin nuzzling against his chest while he leaned in and embraced him back. His arms stretched around his strong frame, and he suddenly felt so warm and secure. He was truly safe; he never had to go back to forest and feel betrayed again. Peter would keep him safe, and maybe one day, would truly love him like they had grown up together.

“That’s good,” he smiled, shifting his hand slightly on top of the Lucario’s head. Lucas’ breath hitched and his ears flicked as fingertips gently dug in behind his ears, stretching up the long, furred tips to the top. It felt so good for some reason, to be scratched like that. He panted softly, lifting his ears upwards while Peter chuckled softly. “It looks like you like that, too.”

Ever so gently, he lifted Lucas away from his chest and sat him upright again, smiling as the canine recovered from the wonderful attention he had received.

“I feel like grabbing a quick shower now that I’m finished work. I’ll be right back,” he said, giving Lucas one last pat before standing up. The Lucario watched him circle the couch and head down the hallway towards the bathroom, before he hurriedly stood up and followed after him.

“I-It’s been a little hot in here, s-so maybe I could have a shower, too?” he asked sheepishly.

Peter looked back at him and chuckled softly. “You want to take a shower with me?” he asked, making Lucas blush with embarrassment. He shouldn’t have asked such a silly thing, and should have just waited until he was finished. Even if he wasn’t sure it was really the shower he wanted.

“Okay then. You have to get my back, though,” he joked, before stepping into the bathroom, and leave Lucas standing in the hallway with his heart fluttering.

The young Pokemon wasn't entire sure what he wanted. He didn't even need a shower, there was just an indescribable desire to not let his new trainer out of his sight. He thought about Stacy, and how letting her out of his sight had led to being abandoned and left on his own.

Stepping inside he found a pile of clothing on the floor and a closed shower curtain. Behind it Peter played with the taps to get the temperature just right, his silhouette visible from behind the plastic. Without any clothing of his own to remove, Lucas walked up to the curtain and pulled it back gently. He didn't know why his cheeks felt so red as he stepped inside and felt the flecks of water splash against his fur.

“Sorry if the water isn't to your liking,” the man apologised pre-emptively, “I’m not really familiar with what Lucario like.”

“It's nice,” Lucas responded, closing the curtain behind him as he tried not to stare too hard at the human in front of him. He hadn't ever seen a naked male human before, and for some reason felt conscious of that fact. Peter turned and looked at him, smiling as he reached out and rubbed that soft blue fur on his head, slicking it down with wet hands.

“I hope you don't smell like wet Arcanine,” he teased, earning a roll of the eyes from the furry canine. Peter chuckled at his own lame joke and grabbed a bottle of shampoo, popping the lid and pouring a dollop into his palm. As he reached up to start rubbing it through his hair, he looked at the Pokemon with a nod.

“I'm not entirely sure if this is recommended for use on fur but it probably works the same way if you want to use a bit of it,” Peter offered, before putting his head under the stream to wash it all out again. Lucario picked up the bottle and looked at the label. Pouring out a fair bit more than his companion had used, the young Pokemon began to rub it through his fur, trying to reach every bit of his arms, legs and chest with the soapy gel. It smelt nice, and he figured it was better than nothing. In the wild, being clean was a challenge in itself.

When most of him was finally covered in soap he felt a pair of hands rest on his back before gently kneading his skin.

“I'll get your back for you,” Peter said kindly, working some more shampoo into his fuzzy coat. Lucas huffed and closed his eyes, those firm hands providing a relaxing massage that soothed and cleansed him with each circular rub. Stacy hadn't ever rubbed shampoo into his fur before, and the sensation was delightful.

“T... Thank you,” he muttered as those hands rubbed his lower spine.

“You're so cute,” Peter teased playfully, “like a little puppy.” Lucario’s ears flicked with mock indignation. In his relaxed state he barely even noticed as part of him that usually remained hidden had poked out into the open. Looking down he immediately put his hands over his groin, as the embarrassing realisation that he was getting an impromptu erection set in.

“What's wrong Lucas?” Peter asked with concern.

“I...umm...” Lucas stuttered, blushing at the man as his erection refused to go down. In fact, it was only growing larger the longer Peter’s hand rested on his shoulder. He looked about frantically, trying to think of anything that he could use to distract him, but it seemed that he was already too late. Peter leaned across Lucas’ body, glancing down to where his paws were awkwardly cupped and released another teasing chuckle from his throat.

“Oh, is that what’s going on? I’m flattered,” he remarked, shooting him a playful wink. He removed his hands from Lucas’ shoulder and placed them on his hips. The Lucario jumped a little at the sudden contact further down his body, and stiffened up as he was turned around by the human. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about something like that with me. It’s not like you have any clothes to wear to cover it.”

“B-But...I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable from it,” he replied, doing his best not to meet Peter’s eyes.

“I’ve been to the gym before. I’ve seen plenty of other guys, human and pokemon, naked. It doesn’t bother me.” he said with a soft smile. “Besides, how are you going to wash my back when your paws are stuck down there?”

Lucas’ heart skipped a beat, as Peter slowly turned around and showed his bare, smooth back to him. It was strong and toned, covered in lithe muscle. His shoulders, all the way down to his tight rear, looking well-crafted from years of effective exercise. He was looked stunning, and now he was just standing there in the warm running water, waiting for him to rub his paws all over him. Ever so slowly, Lucas removed his protective paws from his groin, blushing as more of his deep pink shaft slipped free of his sheath. Doing his best to ignore its persistent throbbing, he smeared his paws with body wash from the bottle next to him, and pressed his pads against Peter’s shoulders. He could feel the muscles reflexively tense under his touch, but when he began to rub and massage in slow, smooth circles, they loosened up like putty.

“You’re pretty good at this,” Peter murmured, leaning his head forward and enjoying the gentle backrub. The Lucario’s paws trailed lower and lower down his spine, until they sat on the small of his back, completely frozen. Any lower and he would be going completely away from innocent, friendly bathing. He was completely erect, his canine cock hanging out in the air in front of him, and making his heart pound in his chest. “I think you got it all. Thank you.”

“Y-You’re welcome,” Lucas replied, and removed his paws sheepishly from the human’s taut frame.

“Now, let me see what you were so worked up over,” he said, and before the embarrassed canine could do anything to hide himself, Peter swung around and smiled down at him, taking in every inch of his soaking wet body, and every inch of his hard, needy cock.

“Never thought I would end up in the shower with a horny Lucario,” he chuckled, watching the young furry male look away in embarrassment. He was worried that Peter would be mad at him, or get rid of him like Stacy had, but instead he felt a hand reach out and cup his jaw, directing his gaze back into the human’s eyes.

“Don't worry, I'm not upset,” the man reassured him, “are you really that interested in me?” Lucas paused, before nodding slightly.

“You're s... so nice to me and so kind... I haven't been loved like that in y... years and when I saw you n... naked I...” Lucas couldn't help but stammer nervously, but an arm came down to press gently against his hip.

“It's okay, I'm not going to abandon you because you've got desires,” the human told him quietly, leaning in a little closer as the warm water cascaded over them relaxingly.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Peter asked softly. Lucas gasped as he found his back up against the shower wall, a hand on his hip and the man’s mouth mere inches from his own.

“Y... yes please,” he huffed nervously, before those soft lips pressed tenderly against his own. His eyes widened as his new companion kissed him right on the muzzle, holding there for a few seconds before pulling back and gazing at him.

“How did that feel?” Peter asked, smiling kindly at the Pokemon before him.

“Wonderful...” Lucas muttered, still feeling somewhat shy but elated that the man had kissed him. A thousand thoughts were running through his head but all he could really focus on was Peter.

“You're very attractive,” the human whispered in his ear, “I want to get to know you a lot more closely, if you'll let me.” The offer was clear enough and a crimson blush crossed the blue Pokemon’s features.

“Yes...” he replied anxiously, “please... Master...” Peter found himself somewhat surprised by the new name, but he knew from some documentaries that canines like Lucario often were either naturally dominant or submissive. It seemed Lucas was the latter. He put both hands on the young Pokemon’s sides and rubbed slowly before curling around his back to pull him into a warm hug.

“I'll look after you,” he whispered right into the large blue ear, “you can live here with me and I'll give you whatever love you need. You just seem like the right Pokemon for me.” He looked down at the gap between them, where his own erection was now bumping lightly against the Lucario's.

Lucas’ blush only grew hotter as Peter moved closer, sliding his smooth, straight human shaft against the varied surface of his canine member. Peter’s smile made his heart throb, completely comfortable and confident in this situation, as he slid it back and forth against the sides of his shaft. The Lucario shuddered at the unusual contact, for the first time feeling someone else touching his slick, sensitive cock. He could feel the soft, fleshy foreskin that surrounded his mushroom tip being pulled and shifted between their cocks, allowing the deeper pink of his tip to rub directly against him. He couldn’t help but lean his head back and moan at the sensation of it, overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

“You look quite well-endowed, although I haven’t seen many other Lucario to compare you to,” Peter said softly, beginning to massage the small of his back with his dexterous fingers while he maneuvered around his groin with his hips. Slipping underneath his shaft, the man pulled back and slid their tips together, bending both cocks back until they stood upright between them, supported by each other’s strength. Lucas’ eyelids fluttered with lust as he looked down, seeing the underside of his cock pressed against Peter’s, and he moaned once more as the pressure of his pushing finally pressed their heavy scrotums together. “You masturbate, right Lucas? When was the last time you came?”

“I...I think...maybe a week ago, or two,” Lucas replied, barely able to think straight as his body exploded with pleasure. He remembered the grove he would go to when he needed some privacy, but beyond that everything was blurry in his head. It was almost like he had never felt pleasure until now.

“Me too,” Peter said with a smile, and slowly removed one hand from Lucas’ hips. He watched with wide eyes as the lithe fingers slowly extended, and his outstretched palm reached towards their touching penises. It was like everything was moving slowly, the water droplets around them floating slowly in the air, as the affectionate human wrapped his hand around both their cocks, and gently squeezed them together.

“P-Peter!” he cried softly, whimpering with incredible lust and need. The man just chuckled softly, kneading down around their shafts, and working his fingers around the curves of his throbbing shaft.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” he asked, slowly sliding his fingers up and down their shafts, from head to base.

Lucas could only nod slowly, panting hotly while his body jerked and tightened with pleasure. He could tell from the twinkle in his eye that the fact excited him; that deep down he enjoyed having him wriggle with incredible pleasure under his touch. They were starting to leak pre-cum together, the warm, slick fluid drooling from their slits and mingling together between their shafts. He was sensitive enough to feel the unfamiliar warmth leaking against his flesh, and even with the shower pouring around them, he could still make out the scent of Peter’s human arousal.

“I’m glad that I get to be the first person to touch you like this,” he said softly, pulling them close until their wet chests pressed against each other, and Lucas’ head was resting on his broad shoulder. “You want me to touch you like this, don’t you Lucas.”

“Y-Yes please,” he whimpered softly in reply.

“Then I’m going to make you cum again tonight,” Peter whispered into his ear, making Lucas’ cock throb within his grasp. “Just leave everything to me.”

Lucas couldn't believe what was happening to him, but it was like a dream. He had barely known Peter for a day but every part of him wanted to be enjoyed by the human male. He didn't even know what the man saw in him, but he wasn't about to turn down such an offer.

“You're so beautiful,” Peter whispered into his ear, squeezing their erections together with his hand. Pre leaked from both of their shafts to dribble down over his fingers and against their cocks.

“Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you,” Peter added quietly, stroking their shafts together.

“I... don't want to be abandoned ever again,” the furry Pokemon begged with gentle huffs, “if you'll keep me then I'll do anything you want.” He was worried he would come off a little desperate, but in reality he was. He was desperate to be loved. He wanted to give his body to Peter and let him enjoy it.

“Don't worry, I've decided you'll be my Pokemon for good,” the man replied confidently, “I'll look after you forever, but right now what I want is to help give you some relief. You've been all on your own for so long, it's about time someone took care of your needs.”

Lucas whimpered with happiness as he felt that firm hand masturbate them together, frotting their thick cocks with slippery movements. Their bodies were pressed so close together, water running over them as fur and skin mingled. It was hot and passionate; a new relationship sparking out of their new and yet intimate connection.

“Please take care of me...” Lucas muttered shyly, moaning as his penis was stroked slowly. After a minute, Peter slipped his hand off his own length and used his free arm to gently hold his Pokemon against the warm shower wall and leaned in to kiss him properly. His other hand took exclusive grasp of that plump canine shaft and he began to masturbate the steel-type while muffling his moans in a loving kiss.

“You won’t have to worry about a thing anymore,” the man gasped as he broke away, small strands of saliva connecting their mouths. The strong, smooth fingers of his other hand trailed through Lucas’ fur, sliding over his shoulders and across the lean muscles of his chest. They turned and circled around his chest spike, making his body tingle and tighten everywhere they touched. His hand slid across his stomach, feeling his abs through the slicked fur and tracing down every line he could find. It wasn’t long before it was pushing through the fur above his groin, two hands now appreciatively gliding around his most sensitive place. One hand slid over his cock, the wet sound of his slopping pre-cum between his fingers audible even over the pouring shower, while the other fixed around his hip suddenly, making him gasp. Lucas watched, stunned, as Peter began to lower himself onto his knees. Removing his hand from the Lucario’s shaft, he left it twitching and throbbing in the air as he positioned himself in front of it, now wrapping both hands around his hips to steady him. He leaned in and softly exhaled over his oversensitive skin, making the entire thing jerk in front of him.

“Peter...Wh-what are you...?” he began to ask breathlessly, his paws grasping at the smooth tiled wall behind him to no avail. The man chuckled softly in reply, looking up at him and giving his hips a squeeze.

“What does it look like?” he said in reply, smiling softly as he leaned forward. Lucas watched as his soft-looking lips pursed as they approached the tip of his cock, and he suddenly gasped as they pressed against him, delivering an electric shock of pleasure through him. “Do you like that?”

“Y-Yes,” he huffed, leaning back and pushing his hips outwards towards the man’s face. He craned his neck and looked up at the ceiling while he received another kiss, and then he could do nothing but moan aloud as a long, lavishing lick was run across the underside of his penis. He could hear him slavering over him, lapping up all of his pre-cum and tasting it on his tongue before swallowing it all down.

“You taste delicious, Lucas, and you look so cute when you’re being pleasured.” he said softly, kissing the needy canine’s cock again. Thinking that perhaps he was teasing the virgin Lucario too much, he finally opened his lips wide, and gently rolled them over the first few inches of his throbbing tip, making his Pokemon’s eyes shoot open in surprise, and his loud, whimpering moan to echo within the tiled shower walls.

Lucas’ heart raced as the human to him into his mouth, paws clutching at the wall behind him while he trembled with pleasure. Nobody had ever given him head before, especially not in such a steamy environment. He looked down to see his new trainer bobbing his head up and down on the first half of his shaft, clearly enjoying giving him a blowjob.

He had a number of questions to ask but kept them to himself, worried that his interruption might prevent this lovely attention from continuing. Peter found himself enjoying it immensely; he hadn't ever had sex with a Pokemon before but something about this Lucario was so incredibly alluring.

The taste of the steel-type’s canine cock filled his mouth, the red length sliding in and out while he wriggled and swirled his tongue around the first few inches. He could see Lucas’ toes curl and his soft, shallow moans making it clear how much the needy pup was enjoying the treatment. He had also been a little worried that the Lucario would take poorly to being advanced on so quickly but it seemed he had no immediate complaints.

It gave him a good opportunity to really look at his Pokemon, gazing over that fluffy belly while his lips worked that delicious length. Lucas had two plump balls that swung gently between his legs while he was pleasured, covered in a short, soft blue fur. He would eventually empty those, with some help from his new trainer.

It didn't take long before Lucas was moaning deeply, struggling to keep an orgasm from overwhelming him. He looked down to watch as his attractive human partner handled his erection in ways it never had been before, and although he was so incredibly happy he still had doubts.

“W... why me?” he gasped finally, feeling Peter's tongue slide off his cock to press a soft, tender kiss against his urethra. A string of pre-cum connected them as he pulled back, before snapping erotically.

“Because you're a sweet Pokemon and I want to take a chance on you,” he replied, smiling up at Lucas, “I want to give you a home, and the affection you deserve, and if you desire it a deep and loving relationship. Now, do you want to stop or would you like to cum in my mouth?”

“I-I...” he began, embarrassment cracking his voice while he grabbed at the smooth walls behind him. His cock was throbbing with need in the open air, fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft to keep him stimulated until he made his decision. It was almost an unfair, stopping to ask if he wanted to continue while his cock was begging for release in every way it could. His testicles were pulled up to his body and tight, on the very edge of release, and he wasn’t sure if just the contact of the human’s fingers below his knot wouldn’t be enough to finish him off and spray his pent up load across his exposed chest. He knew that he couldn’t be picky, with this being the first real pleasure he’d experienced from this new, kind human in his life, but he didn’t want to finish that way. He wanted to be wrapped in the slick warmth of his mouth again, and at this point he would regret anything less. “Please...y-your mouth...I need it.”

Peter chuckled softly, smiling up at the needy Lucario as he tightened the fingers holding his thick canine cock. He gently breathed the male Pokemon’s distinct scent, warm and intoxicating while he slowly breathed above his groin. Even in the water, when a canine would smell the worst, he was gently fragrant and pleasant. It was a scent he felt he could always enjoy. Even his scent, tingling in his nostrils with lusty energy, was telling him that his Pokemon needed release.

“You’re so cute,” he remarked softly, before opening his mouth wide and slipping his lips around the twitching, spurting head of his penis. He engulfed every inch of his shaft down to his knot, sucking heavily on the pre-soaked flesh on his tongue while he used his fingers to squeeze his knot from below. Lucas couldn’t take any more; the sensations of pleasure were far too much for him. Throwing his head back, he howled to the ceiling, his voice filling the tile shower as his cock gave one final, great throb before letting his load loose right into Peter’s soft throat. He seemed to pull back in surprise when the flood began, keeping the tip stuck between his lips while using his hands to milk out every drop from the needy Pokemon. Lucas could hear him moan softly as his warm, creamy load spilled over his tongue before it was swallowed down into his stomach, nursing from the tip until he got his fill. The Lucario hadn’t cum like that since he had first tried pleasuring himself, but he didn’t remember it feeling this good. For his new lover’s comfort, he held back the urge to hump into his lips, and simply let him nurse from his penis until he had his fill.

Eventually Peter felt the young Pokemon’s shaft begin to soften as the last few watery spurts of canine cum dripped across his tongue. Lucas was panting against the shower wall, looking down at his first sexual partner with a mixture of nervousness and lust. Nobody had ever shown him this kind of affection, but he was still unsure about why Peter had gone down on him. Unable to think clearly enough, he simply let the man suck those last droplets from his cock before it slipped from his lips.

Peter gently held his sheath with one hand while the other reached behind to turn off the tap. The last few waves of water washed the tip of his cock clean as it retreated back into his fleshy pouch, and Peter sat back with a smile.

“I hope you enjoyed that,” he said kindly, licking his lips, “I haven't ever done that before... It was a lot better than I imagined it would be.” He chuckled, before getting to his feet and stepping out of the shower. He offered a hand to the still-shaken Pokemon, which was gently grasped by Lucas as he helped him out of the shower as well.

“Sorry... if that was a little too forward,” Peter apologised, “I just saw you hard and... thought you might... you know.” He reached out for a towel, taking one off the shelf and unfolding it with a flick.

“Want me to dry you?” he asked, and the canine’s ears flicked a little.

“Y... yes please,” Lucas huffed. He leaned in as the human wrapped the towel around him and massaged it into his fur, drying off his soaking wet coat. It felt so good to be handled by him, and he couldn't help but close his eyes as the man dried him. Once done Peter have himself a similar treatment before walking back out into the bedroom and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Do you want me to put some clothes on?” he asked before the Pokemon emerged, and Lucas blushed from within the shower.

“N... no,” he replied, before appearing around the corner. He almost couldn't look Peter in the eye as he spotted the naked human on the bed, and he stood there nervously.

“What's wrong, you can tell me,” the man inquired, and Lucas moved up to the bed to sit next to him.

“I... haven't been with anyone before and... I... don't want this to disappear. I'm... I'm afraid I'll get too happy and it'll all be taken from me. I...” The rest of his sentence was interrupted by a warm hand resting on his shoulder and a gentle kiss pressed against his jaw.

“Why would I ever want to leave a sweetheart like you?” Peter reassured him in a quiet voice, and Lucas felt his heart pounding loudly in his chest. How could be have found such a nice owner? Looking at Peter, he blushed lightly but returned his smile.

“That felt wonderful,” he admitted, “I can't believe you haven't done it before.” He paused, and then looked down at Peter’s groin.

“D... do you want me to...” he began, but Peter shook his head.

“No need to rush anything,” he explained, “we have all night to get close. Would you like to cuddle for a little bit? I want to make sure this is what you want.” He sat back in the bed, laying down on the pillows before stretching out his arm. Lucas obediently took the offered hand and allowed himself to be pulled into the human’s embrace, resting his muzzle on the man’s chest while his free hand came to rub behind his ears gently.

“Peter,” Lucas asked with a content rumble, “would you be unhappy if I called you my Master?” The man in question looked a little surprised, but kissed the blue-furred male on the crown of his head.

“You can call me what you like,” he responded with a small nod, “although it's an unusual choice. Any reason why?”

Lucas couldn't help but feel a bit shy, he wasn't used to being so open with his emotions lately.

“Because you... you seem more confident than me, and I feel... safe and happy when you're taking the lead. My body feels... I guess a bit naturally... submissive to an... Alpha-like person. It's really hard to explain, I hope you can understand.” He snuggled closer to the human’s chest and listened to his heartbeat.

“I understand,” Peter acknowledged, his arms cradling the steel-type intimately, “I'm happy to be that for you if you need it. My only real concern is that you're fed, have a home to live in, and feel happy. I'll admit I selfishly think you're cute and desperately want the company but I hope you don't mind.”

“I don't,” Lucas responded swiftly, “I really don't Master... I haven't been able to trust anyone for a long time but... I want to be with you. I'll be your Pokemon.”

Peter smiled and stroked along his Pokemon’s back, trailing his fingers down his spine until they gently rolled off the small of his back. “I’m glad. I think that you’ll be the perfect Pokemon for me. I promise I won’t leave you or hurt you. Nothing makes me happier than seeing a smile on your little muzzle,” he said, smiling down at the top of his head. Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss between Lucas’ flicking ears, and breathed in the scent of his freshly cleaned and dried fur.

“M-Master?” he asked, looking up to meet the relaxing human’s eyes. He felt shy and embarrassed to make any requests, even after what had just taken place in the shower, but he couldn’t deny that the thoughts in his head were making his heart pound excitedly. “Would you...kiss me again?”

Peter smiled and nodded, using a hand to gently cradle the underside of the Lucario’s chin as he lowered his lips and pressed them to his lover’s. The both of them softened and moaned softly as their lips met and pressed into each other, melding their mouths into one space. Even though their faces were shaped so differently, it didn’t do anything to hamper their kiss as their lips gently opened and their tongues intertwined. Lucas groaned passionately along with Peter, pushing his tongue back into the human’s smaller mouth and running his tongue across his small, smooth teeth. Peter fell back and let his Pokemon go as far as he wanted, feeling small, gentle paws wrap around the back of his neck. At the same time his fingers crept down the front of the distracted canine’s body, stroking across his stomach and across his furred sheath before wrapping around his supple pouch. Lucas gasped and moaned as his testicles were fondled, gently juggling between Peter’s fingers and squeezed ever so carefully.

The Lucario huffed and pulled back, his eyes half-lidded with lust while he was played with. Thin strings of saliva connected their lips for a moment more before they snapped, and Peter smiled as he slowly released his Pokemon’s balls. He couldn’t help but blush himself as he brought his fingers to his face and gave them a sniff, detecting the unmistakable musk of a masculine creature on his fingertips, despite his body being freshly-cleaned.

“I realize that I’ve been playing with you a lot, but I haven’t really given you any chance to do the same,” he said, crawling further up onto the pillows at the head of the bed to put some distance between them. Lucas watched, his eyes widening softly, as the lean, attractive man he called his Master stretched out before him, and slowly opened his legs to reveal his half-hard, uncut cock and the soft, hairless testicles hanging beneath. “If you want, you can explore anywhere you like on my body.”

Lucas looked on with a mixture of curiosity and lust as his trainer opened up for him, showing himself off without anything between them. He blushed under his blue fur at the sight, having never seen a naked male human up close before. His eyes betrayed his interest as they roamed the groin that was so different to his own, with no sheath to hide that slowly growing length. Instead, he looked over the supple foreskin with interest, intrigued by how it covered up the head of his shaft.

“I hope it's to your liking,” Peter said with a slightly nervous smile. Despite being the instigator, he was a little worried the Pokemon wouldn't find him as interesting as he found him. Lucas leaned in a little closer, his sensitive nose picking up the musky aroma from beneath the man’s scrotum. It was unique to him and very pleasant, and he inhaled deeply to capture more of that lingering masculine aroma.

“It is,” the steel-type huffed, leaning closer until his nose was almost bumping against that soft, wrinkled sack. “you're... very handsome Master.” His blush remained, but instead of a chuckle he instead felt a soft hand rubbing his jaw.

“You don't have to do anything you don't want to,” Peter reassured him with a kind smile, “I'm happy just to cuddle or make us some food if you want to take a break. I just wanted you to see me like I saw you in the shower.” Lucas nodded but kept himself in place.

“No Master,” he replied with a little more confidence, “I want to return the favour. I owe you so much.” He was about to move in closer but felt that hand on his jaw move his line of sight up to meet Peter’s.

“Listen to me,” the human said firmly, “I don't want thinking you owe me some debt for looking after you. If you want to share a bed with me, just say you do. I don't want some excuse in the way of it. I took your cock in my mouth because I wanted to make you happy.” His expression was stern and the young Pokemon whimpered a little, but knew he was right.

“I’m sorry Master,” he apologised genuinely, moving in slowly and pressing his muzzle into the soft flesh of the man’s ballsack. “I want to pleasure you, that's the truth. I've got nowhere to go and you're the only person I want to be with right now. Please...”

Peter nodded and then took a gentle grip on the Lucario's jaw, guiding him down and pushing that soft snout between his testicles. Lucas sighed as he was gently scratched, the human’s dexterous fingers squeezing and rubbing his jaw while his nose fit comfortably between his balls. He drew in every breath through his nostrils, savouring the scent that his Master exuded. The hand encouraged him every step of the way, as he nosed deeper into his scrotum to push and brush against the full orbs inside.

“You’re more than welcome to,” he said, a satisfied smile on his face. “Don’t feel obligated to try and pleasure me overwhelmingly, and make cum right away. I want you to enjoy what you do with me, so there’s no need to rush.”

“O-Okay, Master,” he replied, looking up at him from his position between his legs. Even now, he was nothing but kind to him, so sincere and compassionate. “I-I want to do what you did for me, but I’m afraid I might hurt you.”

Peter chuckled gently and nodded, reaching up to scratch behind the canine’s ear. “You do have much bigger, sharper teeth than I do. How about you just use your tongue for now. That way you can make me feel good, and still get a taste of your Master.” he added with a playful wink.

Lucas blushed, realizing that he was salivating at the thought of running his tongue across his Master’s attractive groin. Lifting his nose from his musky skin, he slowly parted his lips and let his tongue slip free. He looked down at the bare, throbbing cock of his Master, now completely hard and free-standing in front of him, and only thought about how smooth and delicious it looked. The tip of his tongue was the first bit to make contact, slowly pushing into the supple skin between his balls and pressing his taste buds against the wrinkled flesh. He moaned softly as the wonderful taste of warm, smooth skin filled his mouth, along with the charge of the distinctly sexual act. He was licking Peter’s scrotum, lifting and fondling its contents with every lap and stroke his tongue ran against it. It wasn’t long before he was actively searching for more flavour, digging up behind the loose sack and into the crooks between his thighs and sack. His ears perked up as he caught the low, almost silent moan that the human huffed; the first noise based in pleasure he had ever given. It emboldened Lucas to continue, running his tongue up from the loose skin of his scrotum to the firm flesh of his aching cock, moaning as his tongue wrapped around the sides and cradled the underside as he licked the human’s cock from base to tip.

“Your tongue is so good Lucas,” he heard Peter gasp from above, “god it's like warm silk.” The Lucario flushed at the praise, feeling his heart fill with warmth in the knowledge his new owner was satisfied with him. It made him feel secure and wanted, and he curled the flexible organ around the man’s girth to lick and slurp around his cock. He didn't want to let him down, and even though he trusted the human the insecure part of him didn't want to give him any reason to be unhappy.

He continued to lavish the fleshy rod with his supple tongue, coating it in canine saliva. He knew all it had taken to get his submission was a simple blowjob in the shower but that one act had imprinted his position into his mind. Unless Peter said otherwise, he belonged to the man now.

“I hope I'm not too inexperienced for you,” the Pokemon huffed, a strand of saliva hanging between his lip and the cock before him as he spoke. A hand came down to rub over his head and scratch tenderly behind his ear.

“I'm not experienced either, just watch a bit of porn, that's all,” the man admitted with an embarasssed chuckle, “how well you perform means a lot less to me than how eager you seem to satisfy me. I can see it in your eyes.” He smiled broadly, and the Steel-type nodded with renewed confidence. He lowered his muzzle to kiss the foreskin presented to him before tugging it back with his paw to reveal the plump glans within. It was unique to him and alluring, his tongue diving in to lick and slurp Peter’s cockhead with enthusiasm. The taste was a little stronger, and he relished the chance to ingrain his Master's flavour into his tastebuds.

Lucas explored, tasted and simulated his lover’s erection for another five minutes, the room only punctuated with the wet sounds between them. The young Pokemon spent the entire time glad he had walked into that bar, and found himself a human who not only took him up but cares about his needs. In his happy thoughts he almost didn't realise that his trainer’s leg was twitching and his breathing was slightly erratic.

“Lucas...” he grunted with arousal, “I'm getting close...” That caught his attention, the eager blue male glancing up to meet his gaze. He didn't stop, knowing that Peter had swallowed every drop of his semen and that he would do the same no matter what. At least he thought so, as a gentle hand caressed his shoulder.

“I'll finish in your mouth when I've taught you how to give a full blowjob,” the man said with a kind smile, “why don't you finish me off over your cute muzzle?”

Lucas could feel the heat in his cheeks rising as Peter’s words slipped through his head. He found it embarrassing to think about his face dripping with the human’s seed, but he couldn’t help but feel a throb of renewed life in his already spent cock. He felt a new fervor in his behind his tongue as he continued to lick, faster and more firmly than before. He wanted Peter to climax, to experience the same amazing pleasure that had been shared with him moments before.

“Keep going,” Peter whispered softly, panting through the powerful sensations wracking his body. His thighs and back tensed with every deep stroke run across his sensitive tip. With his foreskin pulled back, the contact against his glans felt especially powerful, making him gasp and huff softly while he tried to withstand for as long as he could. Try as he might, there was little he could do to keep his testicles from tightening and pulling up, ready to deliver his warm, sticky load to his new favourite person. Just as the Lucario’s strong, wide tongue curled around the sides of his head and shaft, squeezing around the thick, throbbing flesh, Peter groaned and threw his head back. “I-I’m cumming...”

Lucas felt a little surprised by the sudden realization that Peter was finished, and quickly pulled his tongue away and lowered his muzzle. He pressed the tip of his nose into the human’s plump sack again, with the warm, saliva-slickened shaft resting across his muzzle while it jerked and throbbed. He was able to watch from such a close distance as the thin, clear pre that had once leaked from his Master’s shaft grew into a thick, white cream that shot out in arcing ropes. He moaned as the warm goo leaked into his fur, dampening the skin below. The saltier smell of cum wafted into his nearby nostrils, mixing with the smell of musk from the emptying testicles. He kept lapping at the underside of the human’s balls while his orgasm petered out, milking him of every drop he had to give.

With a huff, Peter smiled down at the canine between his legs. Even after just having an orgasm, seeing Lucas’ face splattered with cum while his softening cock lay over him was incredibly arousing. He was panting gently from the pleasurable exertion, and took a moment to let his heart calm before beginning to speak.

“That felt wonderful, Lucas,” he said softly, reaching down to pet between the canine’s perky, pointed ears. Lucas’ eyes lit up with the praise, a swell of pride in his chest as he was able to please the man he liked so much. With careful movements, Peter pushed himself up until he was sitting with his back to the headboard, and lifted Lucas’ muzzle with a cradling hand until he could peck a light kiss on his clean lips. “Thank you for doing that for me. You didn’t have to, but I really appreciate it.”

“Thank you...for letting me,” Lucas replied, somewhat embarrassed by everything that had just happened, and what he had done. It felt good, but that was the first time he had done anything sexual for anyone else before. It had happened so fast, and he hadn’t put much thought into that before he had begun. He was glad to have done it, but it was only after the fact that he realized how a big event in his life had just occurred.

“How about you go into the bathroom and get cleaned up?” Peter asked, grinning as Lucas nearly went cross-eyed to see the strings of cum laced across his snout. “It’s just about dinner time, don’t you think?”

The man got up and out of the bed, putting on some pants and a shirt. Lucas watched him, still somewhat quiet as he simply watched the human with interest.

“I'll go make us something to eat, so go wash up,” Peter told him with a smile, before closing the door behind him as he walked out. Now alone in the bedroom, Lucas obeyed his Master and climbed out, walking into the bathroom and staring into the mirror. It was easy to see the lines of human semen staining his muzzle, and he looked at them for a short while with a pleased expression. He felt a little slutty for being such an easy sexual partner but something about Peter had him so very eager to please.

The man had only been his trainer for a day and was already so confident in handling him. He thought back to when his Master had so casually sucked him off in the shower to his side, easily bringing him under his thumb. The human had all the makings of a natural Alpha and he naturally felt submissive to it. He doubted he could say no to his handsome new trainer no matter what he wanted from him.

Picking up a small towel he wet it slightly under the tap before dabbing it over his muzzle, wiping up the thick ejaculate. It was a pleasant smell to his nose and he lamented having to remove the fresh sperm from his body. Part of him was tempted to taste a bit of it but he resisted. Master would teach him how to give a proper blowjob so he could get a taste right from the source.

It amused him how easily he thought of a ‘next time’, so confident and content in being his Master's sexual partner. He had little idea how things had moved so fast but he didn't want them to stop. When the last few spots were out of his fur he put the towel aside and looked himself over in the mirror to make sure he looked presentable. He wondered how Peter saw him; was he attracted to the same features as a human? Would he mind his tail? Numerous thoughts crossed his mind but he tried to calm himself. His Master would look after him, he had to have faith in that thought alone.

The taste and smell of the man’s groin still lingered, and he found it somewhat comforting. He had a home, food, water, comfort, and an owner who didn't just see him as something to battle with but something akin to a lover. His mind flickered back to that soft mouth closing around his shaft and his sheath gave a firm throb, peeking some of his crimson length free. Taking a deep breath he cleared his mind of those kinds of thoughts and walked out to the kitchen once his body was dignified again.

“All clean? You certainly took your time in there,” Peter teased, leaning down to pull a tray of spring rolls out of the oven. He set them down on the stovetop and divided them onto two plates for the both of them. He dished a dollop of plum sauce onto the plate next to the stacked rolls, and took one in each hand. Lucas followed in step behind him, the warm smell of food trailing behind Peter as he led them into the living room and down onto the couch.

“I’m not sure how much human food you’ve had before, but just let me know if you don’t like it,“ he said kindly, handing the plate over the the Lucario as he sat down beside him. Lucas nodded and sunk into the soft couch cushions with the plate resting on his stomach, relaxing in a similar manner to the human sitting next to him. The first spring roll he picked up was almost too hot to touch, still fresh from the oven. He dipped one end in the cool, orange sauce and lifted it to his mouth, momentarily overwhelming his nose with the strong scent wafting into it. When he bit into the first inch of the long roll, the crunchy outer shell gave way to a burst of fresh and tangy flavour. He hadn’t eaten anything of any significant flavour since arriving here today, so the vegetables mingling with the sweet sauce made his taste buds tingle with delight. He murmured softly in delight as he kept chewing, and finally swallowed to feel the delicious warmth sliding down his throat.

“I guess you do,” Peter chuckled, watching as Lucas dug into his meal. He soon followed suit, the two of them crunching on their food together. Their eyes met while they ate, smiling at each other with their cheeks bulge with food. Seeing Peter’s lips curl while his cheeks puffed out was enough to make Lucas snort with mirth. The two of them had to quickly swallow their food to avoid choking while they laughed together, the joy of the moment putting their meal on hold as they enjoyed each other’s company. Lucas had never felt so calm and comfortable with someone before. It was completely different to how he used to view Stacy, like she used to be an old, out-of-touch friend. Peter was more than that to him now, he realized. It had been so quick, but he knew what the warm, glowing feeling in his chest was while he looked across the couch at him.

“M-Master...” he said softly, a blush of embarrassment once again creeping over his cheeks. “Is it okay if I...said that I love you?”

His heart was pounding as he watched the man’s face, waiting for the doubt and disappointment to cross his features. It never came, and his warm smile only grew wider as he leaned closer. A moment later, Lucas was lost in another deep kiss, their flavoured tongues twisting together in a sweet, passionate kiss.

“I love you too, Lucas,” he replied, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling the canine into a tight embrace. Lucas snuggled in tight, the plates put to the side as the pair made out on the sofa. Twin tongues met sloppily as they French kissed in a tight hug, bodies pressed close together as they shared their intimacy. After a few minutes Peter pulled back with a soft gasp and gazed into the Pokemon’s large eyes.

“I know it's very sudden,” Peter said with a smile, “but I think you're really sweet and I'm happy to say I love you. Hopefully we can make our bond stronger in time, but I want to be with you.” Lucas blushed happily and ran his paws over that firm human chest.

“I want to prove to you that I'm a good mate,” he told Peter eagerly, “I won't let you down, I promise.” He reached down and took the two empty plates, before getting up and taking them over to the dishwasher. “I'll help around the house and shower with you and learn to cook for you and...”

“Lucas,” Peter cut in over him, “you don't have to feel like you have to impress me.” He got up and walked over to him, closing the dishwasher and taking the young steel-type by the paw. “I like you as you are, okay?”

Lucas nodded bashfully and allowed himself to be guided back to the chair. Sitting back down he watched as his trainer returned to the kitchen and picked out a bowl of cheri berries before returning to the sofa and placing the bowl down on the table.

“Why don't we relax a bit, and just have a little fun?” the man suggested with a wink, before turning on the broadcast of the Silver Conference. With the remote aside he wrapped an arm around the Lucario, who melted into his embrace as he snuggled up beside him.

Lucas smiled gently, the side of his head resting against Peter’s broad chest while he watched the action on the screen. Pokemon much stronger and faster than him battling on a grand stage like that. It was impressive to watch, but he could never imagine himself in a place like that, unless he was one of the thousands of cheering spectators in the stands all around the battle.

“Would you want to see a battle like that someday?” Peter asked, smiling down at him. “They hold a round of the regional semi-finals in the stadium. We could go watch when they come into town again next year.”

“I think I’d like that,” he replied, smiling back. He turned his eyes back to the screen, his fur tingling as an incredibly strong Machamp began tearing up chunks of the battlefield to throw at his Talonflame opponent. He wasn’t paying any particular attention to Peter’s hand as he reached into the bowl of fruit and brought a round, ripe cherry back to him. “I wonder how much that Machamp could actually lift,” he remarked, just as something firm and round was pushed against the end of his sheath. He gasped and jerked his head down, seeing that small red berry flexing the supple entrance. Peter just grinned at him as he kept pushing, tightening his grip around his shoulders to keep him from squirming too much. It wasn’t long until the pressure behind his dessert slipped inside his warm, fleshy tube.

“Wh-What...” he whimpered, his cock giving a powerful throb as the flesh pressed against his flaccid tip.

“I said we’d have a bit of fun, didn’t I?” Peter winked, while at the same time spinning and stirring the cool fruit inside his sheath. The contact was incredibly foreign, but by no means unpleasant, as shocks of pleasure shot through his hips and up his back. Peter wouldn’t be able to enjoy an activity like that for long; no berry would fit inside him once his cock had grown out again.

After making sure his berry was thoroughly exposed to the inside of his sheath, the man gently slipped it out. A thin string of pre-cum, freshly drooled from the tip of his excited shaft, briefly connected them before it snapped at the tip of his sheath.

“Mmm~ that looks delicious,” Peter murmured, licking his lips as he drew the berry up to his face. Lucas’ breath hung in his throat as he watched him slide the cherri berry between his lips, softly chewed and enjoyed before being gulped down right next to his ear. The entire moment made his body tingle, and as aroused as he was, he did his best to will his erection down so Peter could keep playing with him that way. “Would you like to try one? They’re nice and creamy like this.”

Lucas’ eyes widened and his ears perked while he watched Peter enjoy the berry, soaked in the fresh pre-cum lingering in his sheath. He didn’t say a word as the last of the red flesh was cleaned from the thick stem, and it was discarded into the bowl. The man sat back with another berry in his hand, and unabashedly pressed it into his sheath once more. He tensed and squirmed a little as the berry slipped inside, twisted, and was tugged out again; the strangest sensation he had experienced while Peter just smiled at him and took another bite. He moaned softly as a thicker layer of the coating than before rubbed against his taste buds, as the Lucario’s arousal was beginning to produce more of the clear, slick fluid for this human to enjoy.

“Does it feel good? Cherri berries are nice and soft, so I imagine they’re smooth against your sensitive skin,” he chuckled, enjoying the blush blooming on his Pokemon’s face. Reaching down, he gently grasped at the base of his sheath, feeling the throbbing cock hiding inside slowly increasing in length and girth to fill up the fleshy tube. “I think that’s a yes. I should try and get one more before there isn’t enough room to share.”

Lucas couldn’t think of anything else to do but nod, as Peter chomped down on the berry in his hand and reached for another. He didn’t waste time pushing it deep into his sheath, and Lucas whimpered softly as it was left inside. His growing penis slowly pushed it back out into the man’s waiting fingers, the red fruit popping free as his red cock started to peek out. He watched as the dripping berry was dangled in front of his snout, this one with a much thicker coating than the others. He didn’t notice as Peter’s arm crept across the back of the couch and wrapped around his shoulders, suddenly grabbing onto his arm and pulling him towards him. His blush bloomed brighter as he was suddenly wrapped in the human’s strong arms, being cradled across his chest. Peter smiled down at him, and slowly lowered the creamy berry to his lips. He opened his maw and took a bite, tasting his own salty pre-cum all across the sweet surface. He was more than happy to let the human feed him like that, slowly inserting more of the berry into his mouth and letting him chew on it while supporting his head with his arm. Lucas shivered as Peter rubbed his neck every time he swallowed, feeling each bite slide away into his stomach. He wasn’t sure what he should be doing, but he felt warm and secure in the human’s arms.

“Th-Thank you,“ he said meekly, as the empty stem was lifted away and placed in the now empty bowl.

Peter kissed him on the cheek, enjoying the comfort of having such a sweet Pokemon in his arms. He couldn't help but feel protective of the submissive male, and held him gently and securely in his arms as their tongues mingled. It barely took more than a minute before the steel-type’s legs were spread and his sheath was inside the human’s mouth.

His fuzzy toes curled as his Master sucked him off on the sofa, holding back nothing as he dug his tongue around the berry-tainted flavours of his inner sheath before his erection grew beyond the point he could fit his tongue inside. It hardly mattered to Peter as he let the organ grow between his lips, sucking down the pre-cum that leaked from his urethra before rolling his tongue up the underside of that delicious, uncovered Lucario flesh.

“Master...” Lucas huffed, clutching the cushions for support as he was once again given head without any permission or refusal. He didn't care, as there was nothing he wanted more than to let his owner taste him. He'd not known the human for long but could hardly imagine being without him.

Peter cupped his balls gently, bobbing up and down on the slick red length presented to him as the flavour of berries was replaced with the cock of his Pokemon. He loved the way the young blue male gasped and trembled as his breeding organ was manipulated by his eager tongue. It was difficult to think of anything he'd rather be doing when Lucas was such a delightfully handsome and submissive partner.

Pulling off the canine’s cock he took it in his grasp and began to masturbate him firmly, sitting back up to press his lips against that soft blue muzzle. They made out once again while pre-cum leaked all over the back of Peter’s hand, before the man pushed his lips up against his ear.

“I wonder if I could swallow your knot,” he huffed sensually into the aroused Steel-type’s ear.

Lucas gasped suddenly, sliding his hot, slick cock through the tight fingers wrapped around his base. His entire shaft throbbed with an overwhelming need, just as powerful as it had been that first time in the shower. He couldn’t comprehend how Peter could make him feel this way, but he was in no position to deny its pleasure as those skilled fingers squeezed around his mostly-formed knot and gripped tight to every contour of his cock. Strong arms kept him from squirming or bucking out of his grasp, the submissive canine entirely wrapped in the incredible embrace of his Master. He couldn’t believe that this would be something that could happen every day, and he wouldn’t have to worry about fighting or betrayal anymore. He could be happy here, with Peter, forever.

“You’re so adorable,” Peter huffed, nibbling on the end of Lucas’ twitching ear while he struggled to maintain his composure. “I love the noises you make, and the little twitches from your body. I can’t wait for the weekend to come again, so we can sit like this and I can play with you all day long.”

“Y-Yes...Please Master,” Lucas replied, nodding frantically in his pleasure. He couldn’t hold himself back much longer, and he felt like he was going to make a mess as things continued as they were. “I’m going to...c-cum soon,” he warned.

“Do you want my mouth, little pup?” he asked, pecking another kiss on Lucas’ trembling muzzle.

“Yes Master...” Lucas gasped, losing his focus with every passing moment. He could feel his balls tightening up, despite his desire to have it continue well beyond that point. There was nothing he could do to suppress his climax anymore, and he scrunched his eyes tight as the pleasure washed over him. In that moment of darkness, where all he could feel was pure pleasure, everything was suddenly blinding as warmth and wetness surrounded his entire shaft, knot and all. He cried out and came, every drop of cum he had left exploding into the hot, fleshy confines of the tunnel wrapped around him. Rippling muscles carried his sperm away as fast as he could deposit it, and he could both hear and feel murmurs of enjoyment all around him. When he finally had enough control of his body, lost in pleasured spasms, he saw Peter down between his legs once more, with every inch of his cock lodged between his lips. His cheeks bulged with the pulsing meat that made his knot, and seeing it only made his thick canine cock throb harder.

How could he suddenly be so lucky, to have a human like him in his life?