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POV Ronan

I woke up feeling very refreshed. My arms were no longer sore from the thorough scrubbing I gave Ike last night, which I was very thankful for. I didn't know how those breeders managed to do things like that for so long. I smiled and rubbed my hand over Nengan's belly. Despite all the exercise and battling, there was still just a bit of chub that made it even the more fun to pet. He began to purr in his sleep, which brought a smile to my face. I loved that soft rumbling that signified just how happy my little lizard was. I looked over to my over side and saw Ike, still all curled up just like he was last night. It looked as if he hadn't moved a muscle all night long. I gently petted his back a bit. His fur was soft and silky, just like it should be. I grinned with a sense of self-satisfaction at how well I did at grooming him. Despite my sore hands and fingers afterwards from all the scrubbing and de-knotting, I knew that it was totally worth it to make him look and feel this nice.

Ike stirred a bit, his ears twitching as he was roused from his sleep. He looked up at me with that blank expression. It seemed like that was just his neutral expression. It was impossible for me to tell what he was thinking as he just stared at me. “Good morning, Ike," I whispered with a smile.

He nodded slowly, “I suppose it is." He stood up and stretched, giving a small yawn. It still seems like he's not very talkative. I hoped that he would feel more comfortable to speak as he pleased around us, but this is still progress.

His stomach grumbled loudly, making me chuckle. “Sounds like you're hungry, huh? Would you like to go get some breakfast?" He nodded, almost looking sheepish at how low his stomach growled. I chuckled at his expression, “Alright. Let me just get my lazy, little lizard up first."

He nodded and waited patiently, sitting on his haunches.

I leaned my head closer to Nengan and whispered in a drawn out and sing-songy, “Nengan, time to get up." He stirred a bit but still seemed a bit groggy, so I ran my hand up and down his chest and belly.

He giggled a bit as he opened his eyes sleepily. “That feels nice," he purred as he enjoyed my nimble fingers traipsing along him.

I chuckled and stopped, “C'mon, it's time to get up."

He groaned a bit rolled onto his belly. “But this bed is so soft. I could sleep for days on it." He emphasized his point by lightly nuzzling the soft sheets.

I sighed and patted his back. “Alright, fine. But you better be up soon, lazy butt."

He curled up a bit and yawned sleepily, “I'll just be a few more minutes." I chuckled and rolled my eyes, knowing full well what that meant.

I got off the bed and smiled over at Ike. “So, shall we go to the kitchen to see what we can scrounge up?" Ike gave his silent nod. I showed him the way to the kitchen and began looking through the cupboards. To my surprise, there was a small bag of pokemon food. My parents must've called to have Erin, our housekeeper, grab some. “Looks like we're in luck," I said as I pulled out the bag, opening it up. I grabbed a bowl and placed it on the floor before filling it up. I grabbed another bowl and filled it with water and placed it next to the food dish. “Hope this is okay for you."

He sniffed at it a bit before taking a few nibbles of the food. Deciding it to be safe, he ate and drank at a faster rate. I smiled and gently petted his back. 'At least he seems to be getting over his paranoia,' I thought. 'At least regarding me.'

Deciding to get myself some breakfast too, I grabbed myself a bowl of cereal, thankful that Erin was sure to keep a box of my favorite kind on hand. As I ate, I pondered what we should do today. I didn't think that we would be strong enough to defeat the psychic gym leader here. I'd watched some of her matches, so I knew that she was way out of my skill level. It didn't help that I didn't have any pokemon with type advantages either. I figured that I'd just hang out with my parents for the morning, if they were here, and then go back and get Nengan that pizza I promised him. And likely talk with Uncle Tido and Draco for a bit on their break.

I was suddenly pulled out of my thought as one of the pokemon jumped onto my back, making me jump from surprise. I didn't even have time to wonder who it was before I got the answer in the form a slimy, dexterous appendage forcing a bit of itself in my ear. “Eww!" I exclaimed, grabbing the tongue and pulling it out. “Yari! No wet-willies!" I yanked him off my back by his tongue.

He curled his tongue around my wrist to make sure I didn't drop him as he hung in mid-air by his tongue. I would've thought that it would hurt being held like that, but judging by his satisfied, smug smirk, it appeared that it didn't bother him at all. “Kekekeke," he laughed. “Mathu thareth me." I lowered him to the ground and released his tongue, allowing him to slurp it back into his mouth. “Masu dared me," he repeated in a chipper tone.

I gave an amused sigh and got up to wash my hands. “You did that just for a dare?" I asked.

“Nah, I would've done it anyways after he voiced the thought," he grinned. “The dare was just extra."

I shook my head and chuckled, “He's becoming a bad influence on you."

Yari shook his head and laughed, “Nah, we're both just mischievous and like to entertain ourselves at others' expenses."

“So, you're saying you're both bad influences," I said intentionally trying to trip him up.

“Exactly!" He paused and then frowned as he got the joke. “Hey!"

I laughed as he got caught in my trap. I rubbed his head consolingly, “So long as you two don't take it too far, have fun. Just don't complain if you get some recompense." I got back in my seat and continued to eat. “So, where's your boyfriend?" I teased.

“He's not my boyfriend," he replied stubbornly. “And what do I get for breakfast?"

“You can help yourself to anything you find here," I replied. “So where is Masu?"

Yari smirks deviously, “He went to go 'check on' Nengan." He chuckled knowingly. I could only imagine what exactly Masu had in store for Nengan, but I doubt that Nengan wouldn't enjoy it anyways. I couldn't help but chuckle as well.

Yari began searching through the cabinets for something to eat. “So, does this city have a gym?" he asked over his shoulder as he faced away from me.

“Yeah," I replied, “but I've seen the gym leader in action, and there's no way we're at her level. She doesn't take it easy at all with trainers. We definitely aren't ready yet."

“If that's what you think, then I trust your judgment," he replied. “That's the best advantage of having a trainer over going it alone; we tend to have a problem with biting off more than we can chew, so to speak. You guys are so much better at being objective about skill level and stuff."

I smiled at his compliment. It was nice to know that they saw that I made a contribution to the team as well. I wasn't a fighter, but I knew strategy. “Thank you, Yari. I appreciate that."

He came back and climbed onto the table with a container of mixed berries. “Of course, Ronan," he chirped. “We may do most of the hard work, but you help us a lot when it comes to beating stronger opponents." He knew just what to say. “But like us, you aren't perfect, so if we see a better option or an opening that you've missed, that's the reason we will ignore your commands."

I smirked and joked, “So it's not just a way you like to tick me off?"

He laughed and replied, “Only when you've been getting on our nerves." After a few moments for him to finish one of his berries, he asked, “So what are we gonna do today if not a gym? Are we just gonna head to the next town?"

I finished my cereal and took my dishes over to the sink. “Not today. I thought I would spend another day here with my parents and head over to PizzaZard's for lunch."

Yari grinned and licked his lips. “Sounds tasty. Think we'll have time to stop at the Pokemon Center?" He gave a smirking grin as he asked that.

I chuckled. These guys could just never get enough, always so horny and ready to mate at a moment's notice. “I dunno, maybe sometime after lunch. I should probably take Ike to the actual pokemon center, anyways. Can never be too safe."

“True." He looked over at Ike, who was still silently eating his meal, not paying much mind to us. “It sucks that they can't quick fix emotional trauma like they can wounds..."

I nodded in agreement. I felt so helpless thinking about it. Here, I had a pokemon who needed my help, and I didn't even have the foggiest idea of what to do. I didn't know a thing about psychology in regards to emotional trauma, let alone treatment plans or the capacity to enact them. And who could even say if it would be at all similar for treatment for pokemon. The translator still isn't available to anyone outside of the corporation, with the exception of the Basement and some of the pokemon centers in the bigger cities, which means that psychologists couldn't even begin research into treatment plans. I didn't know whether it would be better to just try to help him forget the terrible things he was forced to endure or help him talk through it.

“What are you doing awake so early?"

The new voice jerked me out of my daze. The first thing I noticed was that Yari had left, and with a quick look to my right, I saw that so had Ike. How long had I been dazing? I looked over my shoulder and saw my dad, wearing only his robe and some boxers as he began getting himself a bowl of cereal.

“Is it early?" I asked, after composing myself. I looked up at the clock and see that it's only half-past seven. It wasn't too early, at least not now. I used to sleep past nine and sometimes even ten before I had left, but I broke that habit. The sun certainly helped a lot with that. It seemed like I couldn't even sleep in with my new schedule. “Guess I got on an earlier schedule. And are you gonna be working today?"

“Nope," he replied, crunching on some cereal. “We don't work weekends, remember?"

“What day is it?" I didn't even wait for an answer before checking my pokegear. It was Saturday. “Cool. Looks like I arrived at a good time."

My dad chuckled as he began to eat his cereal. “Already can't even keep track of which day it is?"

I smiled and replied, “Comes with the territory. Same with the early schedule and a ridiculous amount of walking."

My dad smirked and replied, “Well, I'm sure your pokemon are very happy about what it's done for your glutes."

I blushed heavily and exclaimed, “Dad!" I should've figured he'd be cracking jokes already. When he was at home, he didn't take much seriously. That was always one thing I loved about them; they never brought their work home with them.

He laughed at my reaction, “Aww, c'mon, Ronan, you gotta loosen up."

“Not the puns!" I exclaimed. My dad loved his puns, and with the new revelation about out common interest in pokemon, I could already see how today was gonna go. I'd be blushing a lot, and everyone else would be getting a lot of laughs.

“Yes the puns!" he laughed. “You shall never escape the puns!"

I couldn't help but laugh too. “Could you at least keep it to a minimum around Ike? He's been through enough, and I don't want to freak him out after just getting him."

My dad smiled. “Of course," he replied. “Has he said anything about what happened?"

“No," I answered. “He's not very talkative. Not entirely surprising, though."

“He looked much nicer today, though. You cleaned him up well."

I smiled with just a hint of pride. “Thanks. It certainly took a while of scrubbing and brushing. Felt like my fingers were gonna fall off near the end"

Dad chuckled a bit with a smirk. “Well, you certainly have what it takes to become a pokemon breeder."

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help but smile. “How long have you been keeping that in?"

He laughed, “Since about five minutes after you left the office. I've just been waiting for the perfect opportunity. But all jokes aside, you did a really great job making him look presentable. Especially considering how poor his condition was when we brought him in."

“Yeah," I muttered. “I should probably give him another brushing later to make sure I got all the gnarls and knots out. We were both sore near the end, so I decided to just call it a night before I made sure that I got it all." I got up and poured myself a glass of orange juice, taking a sip before putting the carton back. “So, where's Mom?"

“She's still waking up," he replied. “Should be up soon. So, do you know what you want to do today? Anything special in mind?"

“Special?" I asked. “Uh, not really. Just thought that we could relax, maybe play some video games until lunch. I promised Nengan another pizza before we leave, so might as well eat it for lunch."

Having finished his last bite of cereal, he laughed. “You're spoiling them."

“Spoiling who?" I heard my mom's voice from the doorway that led into the kitchen.

“He's spoiling his pokemon," Dad clarified as he took his dishes over to the sink. “He's taking them out for pizza again."

I couldn't help but smile. “Well, they deserve to be spoiled a bit. They're great pokemon, hard workers-"

“Fantastic lovers," Dad chimed in with a snicker.

“DAD!" my exclamation and blush only seemed to encourage his laughter.

Mom couldn't help but chuckle as well. “Please forgive your father; he's incorrigible about this subject. And to be honest, we've been... well, curious, to say the least, whether you followed in our interests for a few years now."

I sighed. I knew it would be awkward after I told them that I was a pokephiliac, but I didn't expect that I would be the only one embarrassed about it. This was a side of my parents I never saw before, and I had a feeling that it would take me a while to get used to.

“So," Dad started. I could already tell that would was going to continue this conversation despite my protests, so I interrupted him.

“You get one more of your joking or awkward questions, then I want us to just do normal family stuff for a while."

Dad chuckled, “Alright, alright. Hmm," he grinned as he thought of the question he wanted to have answered, “does anyone in your little group have romantic feelings for each other, or is it all just for fun and stress relief?" Mom got herself a bagel and sat down, seemingly interested in the answer.

Finally, something that wasn't just perverted. “Well, they won't admit it, but Nengan and I think that Yari and Masu are starting to develop feelings for each other, which is kinda funny since they got off to a very rocky start."

Mom arched an eyebrow curiously. “Really? They seem so close now. They didn't get along before?"

I shook my head and chuckled. “Not in the least. Yari was the one who battled Masu right before I caught him. Yari had him in a wrap attack when I caught him, ending the battle prematurely." Dad snickered, either at the thought of Yari wrapping his tongue around Masu or the word prematurely, I wasn't sure which. He was being so immature as opposed to usual, which I was actually starting to enjoy. “Masu's a fighter by heart and was pissed that he didn't get to finish the battle. He felt cheated out of a win and took it out on Yari."

“What changed," Mom urged, clearly curious and interested.

“I'm not entirely sure," I replied. “Nengan and I had tried to talk to him about being nicer, but he was still being cold to him afterwards. The next morning, we found them cuddling by the burnt-out campfire. They won't tell me or Nengan what happened, so we just leave it alone and enjoy the fact that they aren't bickering and fighting anymore. With the exception of sparring, of course."

“Well," Mom said with a smile, “whatever happened, I'm glad to hear that they worked their differences out. Any other little romances?"

“Ah," I replied, “no more questions. You can ask again later. Right now, I feel like playing some games."

Mom smiled and replied, “Alright, go pick some out. We have plenty of time before lunch."

And that's just what I did. We had a large cabinet full of board games and card games, so I went over and chose some of my favorites. These games were what we spent most of our time doing together. The rest of the time was generally spent either watching movies and playing some multiplayer video games. They weren't too much of a challenge on the videogames, though, so those were played less often. After a couple of short games, Nengan and Ike showed up, curious about what we were doing. After a brief explanation, Nengan was eager to join in, which we happily accepted. Having a new competitor would make things more interesting. Ike was content with simply watching.

After another round of one of the games, we decided to switch to a new one. While we were picking up and setting up, I asked Nengan, “So where are the two mischief makers?"

Nengan chuckled, amused at the accurate term for them. “They went out back to spar a bit," he replied. “I made them promise not to destroy anything out there."

I smiled. “How responsible of you," I praised, scratching under his chin, making him rumble happily. “So how does going back to my uncle's pizza place for lunch today sound?"

His eyes widened in excitement and gave a little hop of joy. “Frickin' awesome!" he blurted out.

I chuckled and kissed his forehead. “I knew you'd be excited about that," I grinned.

“Can we go now!?" he yipped excitedly. That got chuckles from both of my parents.

“It's not even noon, yet, Nengan," Mom laughed. She petted his head in amusement, getting a happy grin from him.

“But I want that nommy pizza!" he chirped energetically, bouncing a bit.

Dad chuckled and said to me, “I told you, you're spoiling him. You can see it in that pudgy belly of his." He smirked gave Nengan's belly a gentle pinch before rubbing it. Nengan giggled and grinned, clearly enjoying the attention.

I laughed, “Yeah, well, he deserves to be spoiled a bit."

“And you won't hear any complaints from me," Nengan chirped.

We continued playing games for a bit longer. It wasn't long before Yari and Masu came back in from their workout, curious as to what we were doing. We tried explaining the game we were playing to them so they could join in the next game. Yari managed to grasp the concept, but Masu couldn't quite get the strategy of it down. Yari was right about them not being particularly good at strategy. After one game Masu gave up, annoyed at the complexities of the game, which weren't entirely too complex. He seemed more interested in taking a nap on the nearby couch than watching us. Ike, meanwhile, simply observed. I couldn't tell whether he was bored or not; his expression seemed almost bank, although, his eyes seemed to take in everything around him.

It was a little past one before we decided to head out to lunch. That way, by the time we got there, Uncle Tido would be able to take his break. It was around two when we arrived, and we were all starving, so we eagerly went inside the quaint pizza joint.

As soon as Uncle Tido saw us, he called out in a jubilant tone, “Well, if it isn't my favorite family! And their new little additions." He grinned down at the four pokemon who seemed to be almost salivating at the smell of pizza, with the exception of Ike, who appeared to be nonchalant. He certainly didn't seem to show much emotion about things.

Mom went up and hugged him. “It's been too long, Tido."

He returned the hug and chuckled. “And who's fault is that?" he teased.

My dad smirked and retorted, “You're the one who works weekends." He clasped his hand with Tido's and pulled him into a one-armed embrace, Tido happily returning it.

“Yeah, well, weekends are the busy days," Tido replied. “It's when most of the money comes in. So, what can I get ya guys? Wait, let me guess: personal pan pizza of anchovies for Masu, extra spicy sauce for Nengan, and... it was pineapple for Yari, right?" Yari nodded happily. “Along with a half-sheet, half plain, half pepperoni and sausage?"

“Your memory is as impressive as ever," I chuckled.

Uncle Tido chuckled and said, “It's a gift. Although, I don't remember you having that cute, little pup with you last time." He looks down towards Ike and gave a friendly smile. “Would you like anything specific, little guy?" Ike simply shook his head. “Quiet pup, ain't he?"

Dad replied in a quiet tone, “He's the eevee that we found in that gang hideout."

“No kidding?" Uncle Tido asked. “Wouldn't have guessed it by how he looks."

“Ronan did a great job at cleaning him up," Mom replied.

“I can see that," Tido said with a smile. “So, I'll get those pizzas ready for you guys. Is that for here or to go?"

“For here, of course," Mom said. “Thought we might hang out on your break. Like I said, it's been too long."

Tido smiled warmly. “That sounds great!" He called out to one of his workers, “Patty, I'm going on break and don't want to be disturbed. You're in charge." The employee gave an affirmation before going back to working. “We can use the break room to have some privacy."

“Sounds great," Dad replied. While Tido began making the pizzas, we all headed into the break room. Its main features were a small stack of lockers for employees to keep their personal belongings and a table with chairs around it. One of the chairs was much wider with a low and open back, clearly specially made for Draco. The chairs were too low for the pokemon to reach the table properly, so they just hopped on up like they did at my parent's workplace.

It didn't take too long before Draco and Uncle Tido came in, carrying the trays of pizza. Draco smiled at the sight of us and called out, “Well, if it isn't my favorite family!" He came up behind me and placed the pizzas that were in his hands on the table, hugging me from behind as soon as he set them down.

I chuckled and wrapped my arms around his. “And how's my favorite chubby charizard doing?"

“Great as always," he beamed before letting me go. He turned to my parents. “And you two! I haven't seen you two for weeks!" He walked over and pulled them both into a hug which they returned with chuckles.

“We've missed you too, Draco," Mom said joyfully.

“And mini-me," he said as he petted Nengan's head, getting both a purr and a joking nip from him. Draco chuckled and didn't even flinch. “Just as ferocious as ever, I see." He looked over at Ike. “He's new, right? Or was he just in his ball before?"

“This," I said as I gently stroked the calm eevee, “is Ike. He's a rescue that I agreed to take care of." Ike looked up at Draco curiously and calmly. He didn't seem frightened in the least. “He doesn't speak much."

Draco flashed Ike a very friendly smile. “That's fine. I hope you enjoy your meal here, Ike." Draco sat down next to me in his chair, and Uncle Tido sat next to him on the opposite side. “Well, what is everyone waiting for? Dig in!"

We all immediately began enjoying our pizza. It clearly wasn't a new food for Ike as he didn't even give it his trademarked curious look before taking a bite of it. Whoever had him before most likely tossed unwanted leftovers into his cage. He seemed to be enjoying it, too, judging by the smile on his face that was surrounded by pizza sauce. I smiled and stroked his back a bit while I ate.

“So where was Ike found?" Tido asked after swallowing a bite of pizza.

Mom answered, “You know that group for rescuing abused pokemon?"

“Of course," Tido replied. “Draco and I help them out from time to time if they need some muscle."

“Right," Mom continued, “well, some of the people who volunteer in our rehabilitation floor belong to the group. One of their people heard a rumor that one of the criminal gangs owned a warehouse at the edge of town, so he and a few of them went to check it out."

“That was reckless of them," Draco interjected. “I've seen most of their pokemon, and they aren't the toughest."

“Well, lucky for them," Mom continued, “the place had been abandoned. No one knows for how long, but most everything was gone. Aside from a few crates of junk and Ike, that is. They brought him to our building and asked for him to be admitted, and that's that."

“Sounds like they ran off in a hurry for some reason," Draco commented.

“That's what we assume," Dad replied.

Ike gently butted his hand against my arm to get my attention before quickly asking, “May I rest in my ball please?"

“Of course, buddy," I said. I took out his ball and recalled him into it before replacing it on my belt.

“Poor guy's tuckered out?" Draco asked.

“Yeah," I replied. “I think the lack of exercise for the past however long lowered his endurance. The walks through the forests should be able to reverse that."

“So, does that mean you're going to train him for combat?" Uncle Tido asked.

“I don't see why not," I shrugged, “so long as he wants to."

Masu piped up, “From my experience, there ain't many pokemon out there that don't want to learn how to fight."

Yari smirked and elbowed him jokingly, “That's only because your experience consists of you beating the crap out of anyone who encroached on your part of the lake."

“With the exception of Yari, that is," Nengan added.

Masu stood up and shook his fist at Nengan, posturing, “Oh, you wanna go, fire butt? I'll wipe the floor with ya." His threats were clearly empty as he'd never really go all out on Nengan or Yari, but it was still amusing to watch, so long as it didn't get out of hand.

Draco leaned over and placed his head just a few inches above Nengan, who had also stood up to take a fighting position. Draco gave a devilish smirk and said, “Do you really want to start something with mini-me?"

Masu backed a step away and lowered his hands, “Woah. Relax, big guy, we're just fooling around." Yari gave a snicker, either at the term fooling around or that Masu backed down from the 'fight.' I wasn't sure which, but I found them both amusing as well.

Nengan gave a snickering smirk as he looked up at Draco. “You're so awesome!" Nengan exclaimed.

Draco grinned at the compliment and replied, “I got your back, mini-me."

I smiled at the two of them. I was really glad that Nengan was enjoying hanging out with Draco. It was endearing seeing that they were all getting along. Masu seemed a bit peeved at Draco, but I knew that he'd get over it. I wouldn't be surprised if he would want to actually challenge him after some more training.

I suddenly felt my pokegear vibrate. I checked it out and saw a text from Dad. “Are you planning on coming out to Tido?"

I quickly and discreetly sent a reply, “Yeah, I was thinking about it. Why?"

“Would you like some privacy for it? We can head out soon if you'd like."

I look up at him before typing and sending, “Yeah, that would be good. I'll message you when I'm ready for it."

“Good luck." He also sent me a thumbs-up emoticon. I didn't even know that pokegear got emoticons; it's not like it's a regular phone.

We continued to talk while we enjoyed Tido's masterfully crafted pizzas. He and my parents caught up on the happenings of the last couple weeks, and then Draco and Tido insisted on hearing some stories of my travels. I painted an accurate, if slightly polished, picture of both my wins and constructive losses. From my recollection, I calculated that I had an approximate seventy percent win percentage, which I felt proud of for being so new to the profession.

“So," Uncle Tido asked, “do you have any plans for when you're finished being a trainer?"

Before I could answer, Masu interjected, “Done? Why would we ever stop? These battles are so much fun!"

Draco chuckled, “That was my opinion as well, Masu. I'm sure you'll enjoy this life as well. And it's not like you'll have to stop battling entirely when Ronan retires training."

“Yeah," Tido agreed. “You'd be surprised how many people show up to challenge us. It's not every day, but there are a few a week. Have to turn some of them away, though. They were in way over their head with Daco here." He pats Draco's back proudly.

Draco chuckled. “Yeah, I can be a bit rough when I get going." That got a snicker from Yari. He's always such a little perv. Draco's wording didn't help, though.

Masu tilted his head a bit and queried, “They come here just to battle you?"

“Well, that and a nice meal," Tido chuckled. “I made a bit of a name for myself back when I was a trainer. We got in the top sixteen in the Kanto League championship." He stroked Draco's head proudly, getting a happy rumble from him.

Nengan looked up at Draco excitedly, “Really! That's so cool! I wanna hear about it!"

Mom and Dad laughed at Nengan's over-eagerness. Dad chimed in, “Sounds like someone's got a little fan."

Draco chuckled, obviously loving Nengan's adoration. “Are you sure you wanna hear about that old story?"

Nengan was nearly jumping as he exclaimed, “C'mon, I wanna hear! I wanna hear!" His tail was doing its own little excited dance, flickering and wavering erratically as it grew noticeably brighter and larger.

Draco laughed and caught Nengan mid-jump. “Damn, kid, can't tell the story if you hopping around like that." Nengan chuckled and gave a sheepish grin; he was so adorable. The rest of the table found Nengan's antics just as funny.

After we all managed to stop laughing, Draco began to recount his battles during the Kanto league. He was Tido's strongest pokemon during the competition. He was recalled during every round, but took out more than his fair share of pokemon. I had an inkling that he polished his stories a bit, like I did, since battles didn't tend to flow so smoothly. Tido was kind enough to fill in what happened during the time Draco was healing. Nengan was intently hanging onto every word of the battles, soaking up the story like a sponge.

Just as Tido and Draco were finishing up their story, I texted Dad that I was ready to come out to Tido. He nodded. “Hey, Dad, Mom," I asked, “think you could take my pokemon over to the center to get checked out? I'd like to hang out with Uncle Tido for a bit more."

“Sure thing," Dad replied with a smile.

“I don't wanna go yet," Nengan whined. “I wanna stay with Draco!"

I was just about to tell him that he had to when my mind started forming a plan. I was surprised at myself for even considering it, but I suppose the recent past opened me up to new experiences. In the span of just a few seconds, I had created a risky yet rewarding scheme that would've made the old me flabbergasted. So, instead of ordering Nengan to go with the others, I gave a chuckle and replied, “Alright, I suppose you can stay."

“Yay!" Nengan cheered excitedly. Draco gave an adoring smile at his little admirer.

“You can leave Ike," I added, “I'd like to personally take him to see how things are with him."

Mom smiled and replied, “Of course. We'll see you later, Ronan." She Dad began heading off with Masu and Yari following along.

“So," Tido said, “have anything planned for us?"

“Yeah," I replied, “there's something I've had on my mind." Before he could ask what, I grabbed the patron card to the Basement and placed it on the table. By the look on his and Draco's face, it was clear that they knew exactly what that meant. “After I stumbled across this on my travels, I talked to my parents about it. They told me everything."

“And?" Tido asked. He didn't seem to know where I was going with this. Honestly, I didn't either. But there was one thing I knew I wanted to say.

With a gentle smile, I said, “You and Draco make a great couple."

Tido chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. I couldn't tell whether he was embarrassed or just a bit stunned, or possibly both. “Uh, thanks," he replied. “I didn't know you were into that."

“I didn't either until I was given the opportunity," I replied. I scooped Nengan up into a hug. “I couldn't resist but help this cutie with his 'problem' when I caught him trying to relieve himself."

Nengan blushes brightly, his normally orange scales turning scarlet. “Ronan..." he whined.

I chuckled, “Oh, relax, buddy. It's not like they're gonna judge."

Draco smirked and said playfully, “Not at all. And I certainly don't judge you for assisting him." He began scratching Nengan right under his chin getting happy churrs from him. “You're quite the adorable one."

Nengan gave a nervous, little chuckle. “Uh, thanks."

I smirked and added, “Yeah, he's just too cute to resist."

Tido gave a small chuckle and teased, “Should I give you two some privacy."

“Actually," I started. I could already feel my cheeks heating up as I prepared to ask what I had planned. “This, uh, this might sound kinda weird, but, well, would you like to 'trade' pokemon for a little while?"

Tido was a bit taken aback by my forward question, but Draco didn't seem to mind one bit. Draco grinned at me and replied in a teasing tone, “Whatever do you mean by that? Could you be a little more specific?"

'Oh, Arceus,' I thought, 'He's actually gonna make me say it out loud.'

Luckily, I got a short reprieve as Tido interrupted, “Perhaps we should continue this conversation in the apartment."

“Yes," I agreed. “That would be much better." I stood up and began heading towards the locked door with everyone. Tido lived in the apartment right above the restaurant. It was a very convenient for both him and his visitors. He also had the apartment completely soundproofed. Before, I thought it was to keep the noise of the restaurant out of his apartment, but now I suspect a different reason, one that I'm very grateful for. His apartment was pretty big, including the doorways to prevent Draco from bumping his head or wings on the frames. My parents had been generous enough to help pay for the customization.

It was barely ten seconds after the door was shut and locked that Draco turned to me with a lecherous look and asked with a hint of a growl, “So what was it you wanted to ask me?"

“Would... would you..." that intense stare was beginning to make me lose my nerve. Draco was never this intense; I couldn't fathom why his attitude suddenly changed. “Would you be interested in- in mating with me?"

Draco's intense stare melted into a happy grin as he looked over to Tido and said, “I win!"

I gave a confused, “Huh?"

Draco chuckled and replied calmly, “I bet Tido, here, that you were attracted to me. And you are, so I win."

“Yeah," Tido admitted, then to Draco he said, “and you'll get your reward tomorrow."

I was a bit shocked to hear that they were making wagers on that kind of thing, but I guess there was a whole part of their lives that I was unaware of. Part of me was dying to know what the bet was, as it seemed like it wouldn't be money, but there was another question I needed to ask first. “Wait, when did you make this bet?"

“Yesterday," Draco answered with a toothy grin, “after you came for the pizzas. I could just tell that you were into me; a pokemon just knows sometimes. Well, that and you got a little red when I mentioned wrestling you." He gave a small smirk before continuing, “I wasn't sure if you would ask since you clearly were getting some by your team."

I blushed heavily at that, which got Draco and Tido to snicker. Tido gave a comforting smile and clapped my shoulder, “You can relax, Ronan, we're all friends here. Like you said, no one here is judging. You're safe to say or do anything you want here."

I smiled up at him and replied, “Thank you. That actually helped." He smiled back. I turned to Draco and said with a bit more confidence, “So you never answered my question."

Draco gave that predatory grin again, “You sure you can handle me? I'm pretty big."

“You might need to loosen me up a bit, if you don't mind," I answered.

Draco murred and replied, “Not at all." He placed a hand on my back and began guiding me into the bedroom.

As I was leaving with him, I could hear Tido ask Nengan, “So, while they're busy in there, would you be interested in a good mating, too?"

I didn't quite catch the response as I entered the bedroom. It made a lot more sense to me now why Tido had a king-sized bed. Draco hopped up onto the bed and lay on his back, his wings spread to the sides so they wouldn't be cramped. He smirked a bit and patted belly, “Come on up and we can get started."

I gave a light chuckle as I climbed onto the bed. “Right down to pleasure, huh?" I rubbed his chest a bit, feeling the muscles underneath.

He gave a playful growl and replied, “Well, you aren't the only one who finds the other attractive."

I smirked and cocked an eyebrow, “Is that so?" My hand migrated down a bit to his belly. He wasn't lying about it being muscle, but I could still feel that thin layer of pudge right above them. It worked well for him.

“Mhm, been having my eyes on you for a few years now," he murmured. He craned his head forwards and licked at my neck. The warmth of his tongue and breath was pleasant along my exposed skin, making me give a small shudder from the intimate contact.

“Naughty dragon," I playfully chastised, “lusting after a minor. I hope that Tido was sure to punish you for that." I traced my finger down his belly and to his right leg, the one closer to me. Even just having my hang this close to his genital slit, I could feel the heat radiating from it.

Draco chuckled and replied, “That might seem a bit more authentic if you weren't pawing at me like a child trying to get his mother's attention." I chuckled at his analogy. “Now, why don't you take those pesky coverings off so we can begin?"

The suggestion caused me to get a little heated, but I did as requested. My shirt came off first, revealing my slightly toned muscles. Because of all the exercise that I've been getting, I probably had lost a little weight since I'd left. Draco grinned as he watched me toss my shirt away and begin to undo my belt and zipper. That predatory grin was a bit unnerving yet oddly enticing. He had the dominant air that Masu exhibits, but also the physical strength and size to back it up. I just knew that this was gonna be rough but totally worth it.

As I placed my belt on the floor and began to shimmy out of my pants, Draco asked, “So who was the biggest person to breed you? Just wanna make sure you're not gonna be in over your head." I felt his claws trace through my hair as he spoke, prickling my scalp and sending shivers across my back. The intimate touch made me wonder just how attracted to me he was.

I stuttered a bit, “He, uh, was a m-machoke. Just around nine inches in length, if I remember correctly. It was during my first visit to the Basement."

Draco growled lowly in response, “Well, I'm a bit bigger than that, but I think I should be able to prepare you well enough for it." I felt his slimy tongue run across the nape of my neck, making me shudder in reply. He really knew how to get a guy ready to mate. I was already partially erect from his gentle foreplay.

“And, how exactly do you plan to do that," I asked with a hint of mischief in my voice.

He must've been waiting for that, because the moment I asked, a devious grin crossed his draconic muzzle, “I'll show you." He quickly grabbed me around the middle and placed me face-down on his belly, facing away from him. I didn't feel anything for a few seconds and then his hot tongue began to snake its way around my bare ass. I murred as he helped himself to do as he pleased. He didn't go straight for my hole, though. No, he was deliberately licking all along my rear except for my hole. The bastard was still teasing me.

I shifted a bit and whined softly, trying to get him to get the hint and rim me properly already. I looked back and saw his mischievous grin. “What's the matter?" he asked, that Cheshire grin plastered across his snout. “Little antsy for more?" I nodded as a hot blush crossed my face. Doing something like this with such an old friend that I thought I knew everything I could about seemed to make it a bit more embarrassing. “Well, I'll be happy to, but you need to get started first. Quid pro quo and all that."

I turned back and looked at that moistening genital slit of his. He must have had a lot of self-control because the tip hadn't even begun to poke out yet. I took a deep breath of clean air before lower my face to his heated slit. I gave it a slow lick from top to bottom, testing the taste. It was spicy, just as I had expected. Even though the spicy taste was strong, thankfully, it didn't seem to have the same effect as other hot spices that caused burning sensations.

The pleasant murrs from Draco urged me to continue. I licked at the outside of the slit a few more times before slipping my tongue inside. Draco groaned in delight and gripped my hips, his claws lightly poking at my skin. “There you go," Draco growled, “keep it up and you'll be aptly rewarded." I had never noticed just how sexy his growls could be. Perhaps they were different than the ones I was used to hearing, the kind that could only be brought out by the carnal pleasure that I was bringing to him now. Whether that was right or not, I wanted to hear more, and I knew just how to get him to give me what I wanted.

I took the first two fingers of each hand and used them to slightly part Draco's slit. I heard him 'hmm' in curiosity and intrigue about what I had in store for him. I placed my face right against his groin to slip my tongue as into his slit as I could. My tongue brushed along and tasted his inner folds vigorously. I could feel the tip of his concealed cock and focused on that. I could hear Draco growl eagerly as I basically ate out his genital slit in search of his hidden spire.

“Argh," Draco growled in delight, “Damn you're good at that. Guess I should return the favor, huh?" I felt his slimy tongue drag its way up my crack and along my hole. The heated contact made me moan in delight. He seemed to be done with teasing as his tongue lashings were much more rapid and right along my pucker. Although, they were short-lived. Not long after he started, he paused. I was about to tell him to get back to work before I felt his strong tongue force its way deep into my hole.

I gasped at the sudden, but definitely not unwanted, intrusion, and since my face was right against Draco's crotch, and breathed in a strong dose of draconic musk that made me feel a bit light-headed in the good way. “Holy legendaries that's incredible," I sighed as I felt that muscular tongue worm its way around inside me. I felt a surge of pleasure as he found my prostate and deliberately pressed on it, forcing a jet of precum to spill onto Draco's chest. “Please, don't stop, Draco," I basically begged. “Feels so fucking good."

He chuckled a bit before reaching forward with one of his hands and holding my head to his crotch. I took the hint and began working harder at my part. It didn't take too much longer before I felt his tip begin to poke out of his slit and into my mouth. Looked like he was no longer able to contain his arousal. As his meat began pushing out, a new waft of much stronger musk hit me, and damn was it intoxicating. I hoped that Nengan would smell like this when he evolved. I drank in the scent as I licked and suckled on his tip.

He must've been losing control over his arousal, because it wasn't long after that when his meaty spire began pushing further and further out. It pushed at the back of my throat before I pulled off to get a good look at it. Six inches... eight inches. I marveled at it, drinking in the sight and inhaling the spicy, musky scent as he grew to ten full inches of manhood with subtle ridges. At the base of the ten-inch staff was a thick knot. The entire thing was daunting, but there was no way I was going to turn back.

“Holy shit..." I muttered. I knew at that moment that there was no way I would be able to take it all, especially that knot. But that didn't mean I couldn't still take a good portion of it, and I definitely intended to.

I felt Draco's tongue slide out of my ass as he chuckled. “Bigger'n what you're used to, huh?"

“Much bigger," I admitted. My hands gently grabbed hold of it, feeling its form and the heat that radiated off it. It already seemed to be slippery and all lubed up; there must've been some kind of liquid or something inside of his slit to keep him ready for things like this. “No way can I fit all of it inside me."

I felt Draco's hands grip my sides, picking me up to turn me to face him. His fierce, predatory glare was replaced by a gentle and loving smile. I the most soothing voice I'd ever heard from him, he said, “Don't worry, Ronan, I would never do anything you don't want. You're safe with me."

His words sent a wave of comfort and relief. I smiled, hugged him, and gave him a kiss on his snout, which he happily returned. I felt his arms wrap around me, and then, with a quick motion, I was rolled onto my back with Draco over me, smiling down. I felt his tongue travel down and lick across my collarbone, sending a shiver through my body. I chuckled and rubbed my hand along the back of his neck. “Two things: one, be gentle; I've never taken anyone as big as you before."

He pulled his head back to look me in the eyes as I spoke. “Of course. And the second?"

“No knotting," I answered. “Masu would kill me if I let you stretch me out that much and ruin me for him."

The charizard gave a hearty laugh, “Alright, no knot. Probably wouldn't fit in your tight-ass anyways." I chuckled and shoved him playfully, only to get my hand wet with the pre that I had so liberally leaked onto him. “You have a safe word?"

“Uh, no, guess I've never needed one," I admitted. “Though, with someone as big as you, might be a good idea. Hmm... collywobbles."

Draco chuckled, “Collywobbles it is. So..." he his tongue from my jawbone up past my left cheek, “is my sweet, little friend ready to be mated?" I took a deep breath. I was about to nod when I heard the sound of Nengan moaning and churring in the other room, along with what sounded like Tido saying things I couldn't quite make out through the walls. Draco chuckled, “Sounds like we aren't the only ones getting some action."

“Guess not," I said. “Now, let's see if you can make me moan louder than Nengan."

“I intend to," he said with a playful growl. I could feel the heated tip of his member nestle up against my slickened entrance. He gradually pressed forwards, forcing himself inside me. I was very thankful for that tongue job as it seemed to have loosened me just enough to be able to fit the first few inches of him comfortably and the slickness of his saliva kept the pain to a minimum. I couldn't resist letting out a moan; the fullness I got from him was slightly uncomfortable, but the heat from his rod... well, not only did it keep me relaxed, but it brought with it an oddly pleasant sensation.

Draco learned his head down and licked my cheek before asking, “How ya doing so far?" He stared at me with genuine concern and care in his eyes; it just made me feel so safe to be with him.

“Good," I replied. “Your heat, mmm, is relaxing. Feels so good, Draco."

Draco flashed me a smile before nuzzling against my cheek, his claws stroking through my short hair. “Good," he cooed, “wouldn't want to hurt my favorite buddy. Think you're ready for me to continue?" I gave his muzzle a playful lick before nodding my head to give him the ok. He slowly started to thrust into my tight hole. The feeling was just incredible. The heat that radiated from his organ helped keep my muscles relaxed, and whatever was in his genital slit had kept his cock slick enough to prevent much unwanted friction. He was careful to not force too much, taking cues from my moans of pleasure or grunts of discomfort.

I felt one of his Draco's hands slide down my belly and grip my throbbing shaft, stroking it slowly in time with his thrusts. I couldn't help but let out an unrepressed moan of delight as he started stroking me. “Oh, Arceus!" I cursed. “Don't stop!"

Draco chuckled a bit and murred, “Whatever you say, sexy." He started to put a bit more force into his thrusts, pushing more and more of his delightfully hot cock into my ass. He groaned and moaned, sounding like he was enjoying himself even more that I was. “Damn, your ass is so fucking tight." He forced another inch into me, getting a gasping moan from me and a pleasured churr from himself. “Better than I imagined."

I smirked at that. “Better than you imagined, huh?" I teased. “Has someone been being naughty and fantasizing about their best buddy?" Draco's face went from his natural orange to a scarlet red and his thrusting slowed to a stop. It was adorable how my observation had stopped him dead in his tracks. “You have, haven't you?" I continued. I could've dragged on the teasing for a while, but he and I were both still horny and haven't gotten off yet, so I decided to let him off the hook... for now. “I didn't say stop, did I? Breed me, you sexy dragon!"

That seemed to bring back his confidence as his thrusting and stroking returned with extra vigor, enough to make it slightly painful, but even more pleasure. “You asked for it!" Both he and I were leaking heavily by this point; Draco's hand that was stroking me was soaked with my precum which was also dripping on my stomach.

I began panting heavily, and I could feel myself getting near to climaxing. “Fuck," I muttered, “gonna cum soon..." That seemed to have caught his attention, and it appeared that he had a plan for it too. He quickly shifted to sit up more, allowing room for him to curl his head down and engulf my member snugly in his maw. It was so hot and moist in there, and with his tongue rapidly licking and lashing at my throbbing member, I didn't last much longer. I instinctively grabbed his horns and held his head down while I thrusted and shot my seed into his waiting muzzle. “Arceus," I muttered after I finished, laying back and releasing my attentive friend.

Draco smirked at me and pushed his draconic lips against mine, forcing a kiss, which I gladly returned. His tongue prodded for entry, which I immediately allowed, letting his tongue explore and taste mine. His saliva was thick and... salty? No, that wasn't saliva. The sneaky 'zard never swallowed my load and decided he wanted to share with me. I mentally as I swallowed down my own seed, gently sucking on his tongue before he pulled back. He smiled at me and murred, “You taste delicious."

I chuckled and replied, “Yeah, I just got a taste myself, you naughty dragon."

He flashed a grin and retorted, “It would've been rude not to share."

“Yeah, I'm sure that's the reason," I said with humored skepticism. “Now, are you gonna fill me with your seed or not?"

Draco growled playfully, “Ooh, does the dirty human like being filled with dragon cum?" He resumed his thrusting at a slower but more forceful rate, getting a few grunts from me.

“Well, if you breed me properly, maybe I'll tell you," I teased.

“Oh, don't tempt me," he replied. “You couldn't handle being bred properly. Besides, I prefer caring over rutting." He nuzzled and licked at my neck, sending tingles through me. He continued his steady mating for what felt like an hour, although I wasn't entirely certain of the exact time. It was long enough to bring me to another blissful climax, which he again shared with me.

I was getting more and more eager for the finale, so I decided to urge him to finish in the most convincing ways I know how. “Arceus... Please, Draco, cum in me. I want to feel your hot seed fill me up! I'm begging you, please, mark me with your cum!"

Draco growled and murred at my eager, and admittedly slutty, display. Not one to disappoint, his pace grew faster and faster, growing slightly erratic. I felt his shaft throb twice before his heated cum filled up my insides. It was at the temperature that was just barely manageable, warming me up from my core. I moaned in delight, my eyes slightly hazy, basically mimicking Draco's expression.

Draco panted heavily and laid on his side, still keeping his softening shaft inside me. “As good as you hoped it would be?" he asked with a toothy grin.

“Even better," I replied, and then with a smirk I continued, “And how about you? Was it as good as you imagined?"

His blush returned, but he didn't seem as flustered about it, “Much better than I imagined." He licked at my cheek affectionately. We decided to just lay there for a while, nuzzling and enjoying our afterglows.