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To many Pokémon, the comfort of nature was something that they desired, even when they lived with trainers. It was something they were more connected to - the hustle and bustle of civilization wasn’t what they were about, trees and rivers and mountains and deserts and tundras were the world they were made for and the world they excelled in.

For one particular Charmeleon, though, it was exile. And there was nothing comforting about exile.

Rash wandered aimlessly through the trees, the same as he did pretty much every day. True, living in the forest was free, he could do what he want when he wanted for the most part, barring crossing any stronger Pokémon...but what was he supposed to do when that wasn’t what he truly wanted in life? When living with a human was his true desire, and the freedom only highlighted the absence he felt without that?

It wasn’t just a dream without knowledge. He had once been a trained Pokémon, and above all else he still wished he was...but it was out of his hands now.

He’d been with a human named Caleb, he’d been his first Pokémon and they’d made some good memories together. Caleb was never really a great trainer...or even really a very good one. He was never one to go out on a grand adventure, instead preferring to remain close to home and just have fun. And he wasn’t very commanding or authoritative, he really was pretty timid. Rash certainly didn’t mind that, he was a bit more laid-back. But someone did mind it, and some rather important someones at that.

Caleb’s parents weren’t happy with him. They wanted their son to become a trainer of the highest caliber, and had no patience for his lackluster ability. They were constantly forcing new Pokémon on him, powerful ones that were beyond his skill level and certainly beyond his ability to effectively command. Caleb would routinely fail with them, and his parents didn’t seem to understand that the issue was that their son wasn’t that type of person.

Instead, they turned on Rash. They couldn’t stand how he was so tolerant of Caleb’s ways, and eventually the tension reached a critical point. They issued an ultimatum: Rash had to go, or Caleb would face some harsh punishments. It was a low blow, but Rash decided he didn’t have a choice; he couldn’t put Caleb at risk like that. Their tearful farewell was the last memory he had of Caleb, and even almost a year later he hadn’t really gotten over it.

Now all he did was wander. He didn’t live that far from where Caleb did...far enough that he wouldn’t randomly come across Caleb or anyone else he knew, but close enough that a trip to that town would be within reason. But he wouldn’t dare now; his one and only attempt months ago had nearly gotten him beaten up, the guards around the house dedicated to keeping him away. So instead he pined, dreaming of being able to go in and see his former trainer again, knowing it wasn’t realistic.

A deep, longing sadness crept over him again. When that happened, his response was simple: sleep. He curled up on the ground, his aching heart and mind thinking of one thing, one thing he’d thought about so many times in this kind of situation.

I wish I could be the kind of Pokémon Caleb would want me to be...so that I could be with him again...

---

There were many days when Rash woke up and the last remnants of the ache were still within him, carried with him constantly. This time was slightly different, though, in that he had a very strange feeling when he woke up, like something was very different...something he couldn’t immediately put his finger on, but there was a definite change in him.

The first thing Rash realized as he stood up was that he seemed too high up. His head was almost scraping branches, that was more than usual. He shook his head, roughly, trying to dispel the fog, and it started to dawn on him that he felt...changed. Not like when he had evolved from a Charmander to a Charmeleon, and not like he wasn’t a Charmeleon anymore...but something else had changed.

He looked around, then down at his body. Whoa...wait, I’m...way tall! What’s going on, how did that happen?

He examined himself, all over, trying to see if anything else had changed. For the most part his shape was the same, but his arms and legs were a little longer, still in the same shape but extended a touch. Other than that he looked like a normal Charmeleon, albeit one under a magnifying glass. But something else was changed, he felt an incredible sense of power flowing through him, a strength he’d never felt before, not even after boosting himself.

What happened? Did...did someone change me? Was someone trying to grant my wish? Mew...Jirachi...were you listening to my heart?

He certainly hadn’t been expecting it, but as he felt the new strength in his body, the new rise that had him so high up, he was certainly grateful. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with it, as well.

Caleb...they’ll see how strong I am, and they won’t be able to say no to me now.

---

Even though it had been months since he’d even tried to get back to town, the path was as familiar as anything. Perhaps the rush from the idea of seeing Caleb, of truly being able to get to meet him regardless of what anyone else thought, was helping to propel his memory. It was going quite quickly, too - the strength was accompanied by a major stamina boost as well, and his increased size meant that his strides were much longer as well.

It was only a couple hours before he found himself in familiar territory. He was on the edge of town...Caleb’s family lived close to the borders of town, with a rather sizable estate upon which many quite strong Pokémon lived. The last time he’d been here, a few of them had threatened him...he wasn’t scared of them now.

A good thing, too, because as soon as he got close, a white blur shot out from behind a tree right at him. He grabbed the Zangoose quickly, using his momentum to fling him over his head and go crashing into the ground. Before it could recover, he pounced, landing on top of the Zangoose and making him yowl in frustration.

“Thought you could catch me off-guard, Lucifer?”

“Fuck you! How do you know my name?”

“Because I used to live here, and you were always getting on my ass about not being dedicated to making myself better.” Rash certainly didn’t have good memories of Lucifer, but at least the Zangoose hadn’t pushed him around like some of the others.

“There’s no fucking way you’re Rash. He was a hell of a lot smaller than you are!”

“I had a sudden growth spurt this morning. Now I want to see Caleb, and neither you nor anyone else is gonna stop me from getting in.”

“Don’t be so cocky, lizard, you still don’t hold a candle to most of us,” Lucifer spat back. “But even if you want in, you won’t see Caleb. He did a bunk on us last night, ran off on his own.”

“What? Where?”

“You think I know? No one does! And his parents aren’t in any rush to go find him, not after he told them he wasn’t going to use the team they assembled for him in some tournament. Not that he could, they didn’t listen to him anyway-”

“Shut up, you idiot! That doesn’t matter. You may not know where he is, but I was his friend, I think I have an idea. If I find out you’re lying to me, though, you’d better hope I’m in a good mood when I come back.”

He shoved himself off of the Zangoose and turned tail, not waiting for a reply from Lucifer. Running off on his own...Caleb had threatened it a couple times when they’d been together, and at least once he’d mentioned where he would go. High in the bluffs just outside of town, in the mass of caves where few had any desire to go, since they just went to dead ends...but on his own, he feared for Caleb’s safety. He’d have to go, to find him and protect him...he couldn’t lose Caleb now, not when he was so close to having him back.

---

It didn’t take him that long to reach the caves outside town...it just felt like it did.

Rash had pretty much run non-stop on his way to the caves. Despite this, he didn’t feel worn out in the slightest as he got up there; perhaps the concern he had for Caleb’s safety was driving his adrenaline. The sooner he found his former trainer, the better…

But he had to slow down as he got to the caves. There were lots of openings, not all of which connected to each other inside, and if he picked the wrong one it would be a big waste of time. I have to be smart about this if I want to get to him quickly...but how? I doubt he left tracks that could be easily followed…

It took a few minutes of wandering around the bluffs before he noticed something...a scent on the air. He sniffed hard, taking it in...a very familiar scent. Caleb’s scent. Even after a year, he would know it anywhere. That would be his key, he’d have to follow Caleb’s scent, and hope that it was a fresh one. He let his nose lead him, right to one of the cave openings - low to the ground, not difficult to get into. But it would be easy to get lost once inside...still, Lucifer had said it was just last night that he’d run off, even if he was lost he’d likely be all right if he hadn’t run into any unfriendly Pokémon…

He started in, the light from his tail more than enough to guide him through the darkness. Through the winding paths, he kept his nose working, trying to pick up the trail every few seconds. It was getting more difficult, his nose was becoming habituated to the scent and making in feel fainter, and it wasn’t overly strong to begin with. He found himself having to slow down, be a little more careful about the trail he was following, which only added to his frustration.

And then it got worse, when he reached another fork in the road and realized he could detect Caleb’s scent down both directions. Swearing under his breath, he realized that either Caleb had backtracked down one of these paths, or they just did a loop and he’d gone back at some point. He might have missed the scent on one of the other branches...now he had no clue what he could do to find him, except take a chance and hope for the best. At random, he went down the right path, trying to keep as tight a track to that scent as possible…

His heart started to beat faster. It was getting stronger! That meant it had to be more recent...he felt his pace quicken as he moved forward, following the promising trail. Caleb was nearby...he could see him again, show him what he’d become, rejoin him and rekindle their friendship...feel the closeness of his body against him…

That thought tripped him up. Where had that come from? He’d never thought about Caleb THAT way before…

Suddenly, loud screeches rang out from nearby. It sounded like a bunch of Zubat, and they were going nuts about something. And usually when they went nuts, it was about an intruder...if that was Caleb, he was defenseless. Rash needed to get to him right away!

The sounds were echoing throughout the caves, but they were still providing him with a good direction to follow. He ran full-bore towards them, trying not to let the ringing in his ears distract him...and as he did, he ran straight into a flapping frenzy. There were dozens of them! Some of them were swooping down at him, trying to attack him, and he drove them off with a vicious flame barrage. He launched it all the way down the caves, sending the bats away in a panic. The light from the flames gave him the visibility to see a swarm of them dive-bombing a human, who was curled up on the ground. Rash couldn’t tell if it was Caleb, but that didn’t stop him - he charged forth, breaking up the swarm and sending them packing. Only a few of the bats were fainted on the ground, the rest had gone off to parts unknown...but they would be back, he knew, and he didn’t want to be around when they were.

He knelt down beside the shuddering human. His eyes were closed, but tearing up, and he looked like a bit of a mess, but there was no doubting who it was. “Caleb?”

Caleb’s eyes fluttered open...the first thing he saw was that red-orange body leaning over him, far larger than seemed normal. He blinked, several times, trying to make sense of it. “...Wha? Who...what are you?”

Rash’s face broke into a relieved smile. “Caleb! You’re okay! Thank goodness…”

Something about the voice stuck in Caleb’s mind...he suddenly remembered, it was the sound of a good friend he’d lost almost a year ago. “Rash? Rash, is it really you?” He looked over his friend as he stood up, his eyes widening; the Charmeleon towered over him now. “Whoa...what the hell happened to you?”

“Would you believe I don’t know myself? Come on, let’s get you somewhere safer, I don’t like this cave at all. We can go back to your-”

“No! I don’t want to go back there! Please can we stay here?”

The sudden reaction was surprising, but Rash wasn’t going to argue it if that’s what he wanted. “Okay...let’s go deeper then, there’s a better spot inside that won’t have bats after us.”

“All right...thank you, Rash…” Caleb sniffled a bit as he held Rash close. He’d been longing for the kind of companionship only the Charmeleon had ever provided him, and he couldn’t have been more thankful for his presence, even in his unusual state.

---

As they traveled deeper into the caves, Rash got the full story of the last year from Caleb. How his parents had doubled down on his becoming a trainer, and he’d felt more and more awkward and uncomfortable with their demands. How recently they had saddled him with six of the most powerful Pokémon he’d ever seen and forced him into a public tournament. How he’d failed horribly because the Pokémon didn’t really pay attention to him, and he’d lost in the first round. The last straw had been when he’d overheard his parents planning to enroll him in a hard-core training camp, which he’d heard was basically like a prison and would have been supremely unpleasant. Rather than face weeks, even months of hell, he’d decided to run away, into the caves he’d thought about retreating to for a long time. The attack by Zubats hadn’t been planned, and he’d thought he was dead when it happened.

Rash felt fortunate to have been quick enough to get there to save him. But now there was the question of what they were going to do. It seemed clear that Caleb didn’t want to go home for a while, if ever, so they’d stay in the cave until then...but was that going to be a temporary thing only, they’d have to go elsewhere eventually. But...maybe he didn’t have to worry about that right now. He wanted to spend a bit of time with Caleb alone, enjoying his company before they had to face any more chaos.

Eventually they arrived at an larger cavern, a room that was fairly empty in terms of features, but was devoid of Pokémon. Rash had been here a couple times before, killing time while moping about his exile, it was a good place to get away from things. There was a pool of water inside, fed by an underground spring, with some water berries that could keep them sustained for a few days at least.

Caleb, however, seemed to have no need for food or water; all he seemed to want was being close to Rash. “Mm...thank you, Rash,” he mumbled as the two of them sat together, Caleb leaning back into Rash as the Charmeleon held his arms around him. It was a tender feeling, finally being back together, and Rash had no problem with just sitting there for a while and reveling in it. He’d been longing for Caleb for so long, there was no need for anything else for a while.

They stayed like that for some time, but eventually Rash felt Caleb pushing back into him further, like he was trying to bury himself in the Charmeleon’s warmth. It was grinding him against Rash’s groin, however, and the stimulation was starting to get him a little bit hot and bothered. The fact that it was Caleb doing it was making it all the worse...again it was confusing, he’d never had those kinds of feelings for Caleb before, never even in passing, and the fact that they were arising now was even odder. Perhaps it was part of the changes his body had gone through, though he wouldn’t understand why that would be relevant.

He hoped that Caleb was going to settle in quickly, and hopefully avoid creating a potentially awkward moment; however, Caleb seemed to be moving around even more, seemingly unaware of what he was doing to Rash. Finally, Rash felt he had to speak up. “Ah...Caleb, you’re...kind of rubbing me in a...bit of an awkward spot, there…”

“Oh? Oh!” Caleb paused a moment, then slowly ground himself back against Rash again. “Well...I think I’m all right with that.”

“C-caleb? What-”

Rash froze as Caleb reached up and stroked the side of his muzzle, before standing up and turning to face him, a big smile on his face. “I wanna thank you, Rash...for saving me back there, and for coming back, and not forgetting about me. I didn’t forget about you either...”

“Ah, Caleb, are you...are you sure?”

“Absolutely...I’ll be...honest, Rash, I’ve, well, always thought you were kind of...hot. In more ways than one. I never said anything because...well, I was nervous, and not sure what might happen. But...it’s just the two of us here...and being so big, you just...look even hotter.”

Rash stared at his former trainer, amazed at what he was hearing. “I...wow, I...never knew you were a Poképhile…”

“Yeah, I am...but I’ve never done anything with one, at least not yet...I’d love for you to be my first, Rash.” Caleb had already pulled off his shoes and socks, and now took off his sweatshirt, leaving him slightly exposed to the cool cave air. The pace at which he was going left little doubt to Rash how serious his intentions were.

“I...I’d be honored, Caleb, but...here? This...isn’t going to be comfortable for you…”

Caleb’s pants joined the rest of his clothes, before he paused and returned to Rash, against smiling warmly at the oversized Charmeleon as he stood before him. “I...think that’ll just make it better...I kind of...always wanted my first time with a Pokémon to be out in their domain...it just feels right to be out here rather than in a bed…” He blushed a bit as he rubbed against Rash’s arms. “Would you...do the rest?”

It took Rash a moment for the meaning to click; he wanted Rash to strip off his undergarments. It was a bold act of submission that got Rash rather turned on, and he was starting to wonder just how long Caleb had been fantasizing about something like this. His apprehension was waning fast as he smelled the human’s desire, and decided that if Caleb wanted this he wasn’t about to leave him hanging. He raised up his hands, drawing up the fabric of the undershirt, until he was pulling it over Caleb’s head; the human shuddered partly in cold and partly in longing, the tent in his boxers a testament to his feelings. Rash’s own organ started to make an appearance, emerging from his slit as he ran his hands along Caleb’s body, teasing him on the way to his prize.

The Charmeleon drew his hands down along the outside of Caleb’s sides, hooking the garment with his claws and bringing in down the human’s legs. Caleb’s erection jutted out in front of him, and Rash couldn’t resist taking a long lick, his hot tongue running over the tip and collecting a bit of salty wetness with it...it tasted strongly of Caleb, of the scent he’d been following earlier, and he couldn’t imagine a better one.

Soon the boxers were down, and Rash tossed them aside with the others, leaving Caleb completely nude in front of him. He paused to admire the sight in front of him...Caleb was on the small side, and what would only be described as scrawny, but for some reason that was really getting Rash’s blood pumping. He watched Caleb get down on his knees in front of him, making him look even smaller...it was triggering some urges deep inside him, to show him what a strong, powerful male could do to him.

And then he heard Caleb let out a quiet gasp. “Oh, gosh…” Rash looked down at what Caleb was in awe over, and his eyes widened as well. He hadn’t really realized it, but becoming bigger had made him big. He was proportionally as large as he was in his normal Charmeleon size, maybe just a hint larger, but his increased proportions made that quite a bit more than he would have expected. “Gah...C-caleb...I don’t know if-”

“I want to try,” was the immediate cut-off response from the human. “But first…” He was leaning over it now, bringing a hand up to touch it. That mass of flesh was hot and slick to the touch, coated in a natural lubricant. Caleb’s mouth opened up, and he gave it a tenuous lick, followed by a slightly more confident one. Rash felt himself shudder as the human’s tongue rolled up against the tip of his cock, earning him a spurt of hot pre in his mouth.

“Rash...you taste so good…” Caleb pulled off, panting, and turned himself around, getting on all fours and raising his rear to the Charmeleon. “I need you so bad, Rash...please, give it to me.”

Rash growled in acknowledgement, shuffling up behind Caleb, his throbbing cock ensuring he had no objection even if his mind still had doubts. Still, as he got himself in position, he could see how large he was against such a small hole...he pressed the tip against Caleb, still uncertain about trying to make this work; the sizes just didn’t look like they could match up, and that had him nervous. Then again...he knew that Pokémon mated with other Pokémon outside their sizes all the time...surely there had to be some way that was possible?

Tentatively he pressed, almost holding his breath as he tested things out. Caleb’s hole parted more easily than he thought it would, and he didn’t notice any signs of pain or agony from him, causing him to let out his breath in a relieved sigh. He pushed again, just a little bit, checking for anything more that would get in the way; it was tight, amazingly so, and he thought for sure he had to be doing something wrong, but Caleb’s panting didn’t sound distressed, only the opposite. Bracing himself, Rash decided to go for it all, and pushed in continuously, not going fast but not letting up this time.

The entry was going easier than expected, he wasn’t making fast progress but he was going steadily deeper, without so much as a hint of discomfort from Caleb; far from it, in fact, judging by the elated moans from the human. So Rash kept pushing, feeling a growing satisfaction and desire with every new bit of himself that was fitting inside. Finally, after a long, almost agonizing period, he was in all the way, holding Caleb close as he reveled in the tightness of his partner.

“Rash...ah, it feels so hot, so good…”

“Caleb...you’re so tight, are you sure you’re not hurt?”

Caleb shook his head vigorously. “Not even a little bit...I want more, Rash, please, let me feel your energy, let me feel what it’s like when you take me…”

Rash nodded, more than ready to take that initiative. He pulled out slowly, only partway, and then pushed back in faster, no longer worried about the size being a problem and now concentrating on the speed. Once again his buildup was gradual, taking his time to scope out Caleb’s reactions. And they were all positive, the tightness not even a mild hindrance as Caleb called out for more.

So he gave him more, speeding himself up a bit and starting a real pattern. The heat was building up inside Caleb, but all he was doing was moaning in pure pleasure, and that was music to Rash’s ears. And it was certainly going well for him - better than well, in fact. It felt great, amazing, fantastic, so many other words that he could remember for the same thing. At the same time, he was still a bit concerned, not sure how well Caleb would hold up to more. His body was still somewhat tense as he went back and forth at a very measured pace, caution clinging to his mind. This didn’t go unnoticed, however, as Caleb felt the tension in the altered Charmeleon’s muscles.

“Ah...Rash, you’re still...holding back?”

Rash huffed and swallowed. “I don’t...want to hurt you, Caleb…”

“I’ll be fine, Rash...please, let go, take me like a Pokémon...I can handle it, and I want to feel it, so please, don’t hold back!”

This was too much for Rash; his own feelings, and the desires of the one he cared about, were enough to get him going the way his body wanted to. He suddenly pulled back swiftly and pounded in hard, letting out a brief growl as pleasure surged through him. His earlier thoughts were quickly shredded - this felt a million times better, and he knew now that slow and steady just wasn’t going to cut it. His last worries evaporated when he heard Caleb cry out in pleasure and call for more; the human wasn’t faking it, he truly loved the harder treatment, and that was enough to convince Rash once and for all to let loose.

His toe claws dug into the rock below them as he started slamming in forcefully, using his powerful leg muscles to drive himself deep into Caleb, over and over. His weight bore down on his human, driving home the feeling of being overpowered just as he wanted. Rash could scarcely believe how amazing this was - these new, harder thrusts felt so much better on him, brought him a new level of pleasure that his slow pace before had lacked. Once he got there he found it hard not to build on them, moving a little bit faster and harder each time, allowing his heat to rise and expand. And through it all Caleb did nothing but moan in pleasure and goad him to continue on.

His Fire-type body was giving off plenty of heat, and he could feel a wetness and hear a slight hiss as sweat was starting to pour off of Caleb, evaporating quickly off his back where Rash’s heat was right over him. How amazing it felt, to be feeding this body his heat in so many ways...it fired Rash up even more, causing him to drill harder into Caleb, his hands gripping the human tight, making him feel the claws against his soft body. That only served to fuel both their arousals, getting them close to the limit rapidly, the need overtaking them…

And then Rash heard Caleb cry out underneath him, felt him shudder and tense up as he hit his climax, the splat of his seed against the rock audible even over the rest of the noise of their sex. All this added stimulation was more than enough for his raging libido. With a low snarl he hilted one final time, his cock unleashing a torrent of volcanic semen far into the human. For Rash the tightness and the sensation of unleashing his load into his willing partner were fantastic; for Caleb the intense heat and the feeling of that pulsing cock were divine. It lasted a long time, Rash’s volume copious and consistent, ensuring that Caleb had plenty of that burning seed marking him inside.

The release from their orgasms left them both panting, but didn’t erase their need. As Rash pulled out, he was still hard, incredibly aroused, and he could see the same for Caleb, his own erection hanging underneath. It spurred him to a quick decision, fueled more by his desire than his judgment. He lifted Caleb up and flipped him over, his new strength easily turning the human onto his back the way he wanted it. Caleb didn’t look confused for a moment, instead still appearing needy, spreading his legs and making it easy for Rash to gain access.

There was no trepidation this time, not anticipation, no experimentation. There was only lust and desire, and Rash’s cock demanding he claim his partner again, and Caleb’s hole pleading to be filled. He rammed himself in to the hilt all at once this time, flooding Caleb with his heat and need right off the bat. It was barely a moment before he pulled out almost all the way and slammed in again, growling loudly as he felt Caleb clench around him, teasing him for more. He fell forward, clawed hands grabbing and pinning Caleb’s upper arms, his legs unnecessarily spreading the human’s wider, continuing his wild pace as he exerted his dominance, took control of the whole thing. He was almost like a predator with his prey now, but he had no fear for Caleb, he knew now what the human liked and he was going to give it to him. Caleb, for his part clung to the Charmeleon and gave himself up, losing himself in his own pleasure, the force and energy of the fucking making him see stars. To Rash it was hot beyond belief, and he couldn’t stop himself from drawing his head down and engaging Caleb in a strange kind of kiss, his tongue surging into Caleb’s mouth and engaging his own, the human drawing it in eagerly and relishing the hot saliva almost burning his tongue.

Rash felt like a raging inferno, powerful and unstoppable, seemingly finding a new level of intensity every time he thought he’d maxed out. He kept going for several minutes, tightening his grip on Caleb continuously, his claws slightly digging into the skin, almost but not quite drawing blood, his cock searing the human’s ass over and over again. He could feel the boil rising in him, signaling that he was almost ready to erupt again, and he pulled himself away from Caleb’s face in order to pound harder and faster. From beneath him, he heard Caleb’s begging, needy voice, calling out “Please, Rash, fuck me harder, fill me with your fire, make me your bitch! Rash, I-aaaugh!”

That tight passage suddenly became even tighter as Caleb came again, thrashing in Rash’s grip as his body lost control momentarily, done in by the power of the Charmeleon’s fury. With a loud roar, Rash came himself, flooding Caleb once again with his cum, somehow hotter even than before. He tightened his grip to force the human to clench around him, in order to drain him of more of his seed, to mark him as deeply as possible with his essence.

They held themselves like that for a good long while, even after their climaxes ended. Finally, after what felt like a blissful eternity, Rash brought them down onto their sides. He held Caleb close, his arms wrapped around him in a gesture of protection and possession. He’d originally come to try to find Caleb to become his Pokémon again, but now he couldn’t see Caleb as his trainer anymore, only as his. And as he kept the human close, he could almost feel him giving himself to that role under him, fueling the contentment of their afterglow. It was so odd, it felt unlike how he’d ever been before, but somehow so right that he couldn’t argue with it.

After a time, Rash finally did speak up. “Caleb...are you going to need to go back? Someone’s going to wonder about you...”

Caleb shook his head. “I don’t even want to go back. They treat me like garbage there, and they separated me from you. They can all rot.” He leaned back into Rash with a sigh. “I just want to stay here with you, and go with you where you want to go...they aren’t gonna search long anyway, I was never worth that much to them.”

“Well, you’ll be worth plenty to me, I promise you that.” He ran a hand over Caleb’s chest, spreading a little warmth over him. “Rrm, your skin feels nice...much better than those scratchy clothes…”

Caleb shuddered and swallowed. “I...I don’t have to wear them, if you don’t like them. I’d rather go without if you liked it that way…”

“Really…” Rash rather liked the thought of that. “Maybe you’d like it if I tore them off of you, then threw you to the ground and fucked you until you screamed…”

He felt a thrill run through Caleb in his arms. “Rash…” It was incredible, how much volume that one word carried; Rash had a feeling Caleb would like the sound of his suggestion but the intensity of the response made him want to know how much farther he could go. “You like that, don’t you? Tell me, Caleb, what else do you like?”

“I...I know I was never a very good trainer...it was because I…I’ve always felt like it should be the other way around, like Pokémon should own me instead...it never felt right to be a trainer. I...I have a lot of dreams…dreams where that happens, where Pokémon own me and control me, and...and fuck me. They even...sometimes had you, and...I think at least once where you were bigger than me, just like now…it was such a nice dream, I realized how much I wanted that when I wake back up...and it’s been on my mind for so long...”

Rash licked his lips, reveling in the thought of Caleb’s desires already. “And what else have you dreamed about?”

“I...I’ve dreamt about being in a stadium, so many people watching, and just being made to bend over for Pokémon...I’ve dreamt about just walking in the woods or in caves and being chased down and fucked, and I can’t stop it and I don’t want to stop it, like I’m not allowed to say no...I’ve, um, I’ve dreamt that people force me to be fucked by their Pokémon, or the ones I was supposed to be in charge of...even the team my parents made me take, I had dreams about them just fucking me one after another until they were all satisfied…I’ve never had any other sexual desires, it’s only been this and I want it so bad...”

It was more extreme than he had expected, but Rash felt a burgeoning excitement at the thought of having that kind of power over Caleb. “That’s what you like, huh? Well, I want to be the one who gives it to you. You want to be owned...I want to own you, Caleb. Is that what you want?”

“Yes...Rash, please, be my master, use me how you want, I’ll never refuse you.”

“Good.” Rash suddenly shifted, turning Caleb back onto his back, and crawled over him, the human able to see his renewed arousal from this new agreement. There was a power in his eyes, one that made Caleb feel more vulnerable than ever, but not without a caring warmth that showed how Rash felt towards him. “I made a mistake...when I first took you, I should have been a lot rougher. Now I’m going to make up for that.”

The wish he’d made was still in his head: I wish I could be the kind of Pokémon Caleb would want me to be...so that I could be with him again. Everything that had happened was to make him the perfect master for his human...and he would fulfill the dreams Caleb had. Without question.