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“This looks like a good place to settle down for the day,” Nika said as they reached a small open spot between the trees and the cliffs. The pale human wiped his brow, getting his somewhat longish brown hair out of his eyes. “I could do with a cool pond or something right about now, but I guess we’re not gonna have that today.”

“Suit yourself...I’m fine the way things are.” The Incineroar chuckled and folded his arms, looking completely unbothered by any fatigue. “You’re gonna have to learn to keep up with me at some point, I think.”

“Of course you’d be fine, Castor, you’re a Fire-type. There’s literally no heat in the world that would bother you.”

“All the more reason to get on my level.”

Nika rolled his eyes but didn’t indulge the feline with another response. His Pokémon was his best friend, but he could be a snot sometimes. Proud, aloof, sassy...you didn’t even have to look at him to know that he was a cat. Still, he was as good at getting them out of trouble as he was getting them into trouble, so it kind of evened out. It was an odd match for Nika, who was decidedly less confrontational and much more deferential...some people questioned how well he could command a personality like Castor’s. A fair question, and the truth was that he didn’t, really; Castor pretty much did his own thing.

“Should I go ahead and get a fire started?”

“Yeah. Maybe get a pit circle made so we don’t set fire to the whole forest while we’re at it.”

“Yeah, yeah. Jeez, one fire gets out of control and you never hear the end of it…” Which wasn’t to say that Castor didn’t listen to him or obey him, or care for him. Quite the contrary, in his less guarded moments the Incineroar made it fully clear how much he needed Nika...rarely would he let anyone else see them, but it really only mattered that Nika did. And their clashing personalities worked to their advantage - Nika’s boundaries were pushed and Castor had a reason to rein it in.

“Am I the only one going to do hard work, here?”

Nika smiled a bit. “What? That’s hard work to you? Maybe you need more working out, then...are you going soft?”

Castor growled playfully at that remark. “Someone’s got a tongue on him today. Am I gonna have to show you just how tough I still am?”

“You’re more than welcome to, if you aren’t scared that I might actually come out on top.”

“I’ve never feared that in my life, you’re certainly not going to make me start now. Not unless you’ve learned Bulk Up and can pull it off flawlessly behind my back.”

“Hah, if I could learn Pokémon moves we wouldn’t need to wrestle, we could have proper battles.”

Castor snickered. “Well, until then, get ready to be pinned.”

“I always am, but one of these days I’ll learn how to turn the tables.” Nika set his bag aside on the ground, making sure it wasn’t going to be in the way of anything. Last thing he wanted was for their play to set them back in another way...it probably would have seemed odd that Nika would wrestle with his Pokémon, given their size difference and strength difference. After all, Castor was muscular even for a Pokémon, having a naturally fit species built for such activities, and Nika was fairly average by human standards. But Nika didn’t do it because he thought he would win, he did it because Castor enjoyed it and it was good for him. He could keep up with the feline for a little bit now, rather than being utterly overwhelmed immediately...it was just a matter of trying to learn how to move the right way, even a bigger and stronger foe could be overcome with the right moves and maybe a little help from being underestimated.

Castor wasn’t one to underestimate, though. Not that he would, since he was the one teaching Nika techniques to use against him. The only time he ever got under Nika was for demonstration purposes, though Nika swore that he’d win legitimately at one point. And he got the feeling that Castor was rather hoping for that to be true...the pride of teaching a human to out-wrestle a bigger and stronger Pokémon even once would more than outweigh the blow to the pride for being the one out-wrestled. But somehow, this didn’t seem like the day that would happen, not with Castor being as catty as he was.

Nika was just hoping that he hadn’t noticed what had happened last time they’d wrestled...it was quite embarrassing, he’d started getting a boner as he got pinned, something that was both distracting and a liability, as getting pinned had trapped him in a somewhat less than comfortable position. It was the first time that had happened, and even though Castor hadn’t said anything about it he feared that the Pokémon had noticed somehow. He couldn’t say it was entirely innocent either - even if it hadn’t actually happened before, there was no question that Castor stirred him in that way, and the feel of his muscular body pinning him down did thrill him in a perverted way. It certainly had provided incentive to keep up with the fights...but he had no idea what Castor would think of such a thing.

Soon the firepit was built, and a decent fire started just as the sky started to darken. It was shaping up to be a fairly warm night but the light and heat from the fire was liable to be enjoyable nonetheless, and it always felt more comforting to Nika to fall asleep with a bit of visibility rather than the darkest night surrounding him. True, Castor was always there to protect him, but that didn’t always make it easier...there was something about the dead of night that could really mess with one’s head. “Thanks, Castor...I suppose you want your little match now?”

“Of course I do.” Castor stretched and cracked his knuckles a bit, grinning in a very catty way. “But we’re doing something a bit different this time. I want you to take off your clothes.”

“Take off my clothes?” That was definitely new...it wasn’t as if his clothes had ever given him an advantage. But… “This is because I was making jokes about you walking around naked earlier and being lewd, wasn’t it?”

“You don’t appreciate being naked until you are,” Castor replied, sticking his tongue out at his trainer. “Maybe you need to learn how Pokémon live life before you chide next time. Won’t be so quick to poke fun then, will you?”

Maybe he should have been more suspicious, but Nika figured it was Castor being Castor, and simply started to disrobe. “Well, fine, though you might actually give me an advantage if you have nothing to grab onto.”

“I think I’ll manage just fine, somehow.”

“So you say, but that sounds like a lot of confidence. Maybe that means tonight will be my night, and your hubris will be punished.” Not that he exactly felt that confident, now standing nude in front of Castor. It wasn’t like the Incineroar hadn’t seen him like this before, as long as they’d been together modesty had faded a fair bit, but still he felt a little exposed like this...and if his dick should be a traitor again, it would be harder to hide. But perhaps he could explain it away, it wasn’t like Castor HAD to think of it like that…

They took their positions - a practiced stance that Castor had taught Nika, though the Pokémon was much better at it than he was. Staying low, centering gravity in a beneficial way, trying to maximize his balance...it didn’t come as naturally to Nika but he was trying. With a safe distance from the fire, they approached slowly, sizing each other up. Nika looked Castor all over, trying to think of something he hadn’t tried yet...neither going low nor high to start had worked well in the past, but Castor’s legs were probably at least easier targets than his broad chest, considering Nika didn’t really have the weight to push him off-balance. There was also the tail, but that would have been dirty pool.

Castor ended up deciding for him, though - the Incineroar made the first move, a startling and unexpected twist, usually he let Nika do that. He went high, leaving his beltline exposed, so Nika threw himself into it, trying to carry himself through and use his momentum to throw Castor off balance, and also trying not to think about the fact that he was right in the feline’s groin. There was a sulfuric scent there that he was pretty familiar with, a musk that had always been weirdly appealing to him, though he’d never said a thing about it...and the brief thought of that distracted him, leaving him open for Castor’s turnabout.

Castor swung around, freeing himself from Nika’s grip and separating from him, grinning widely. It was clear he was enjoying himself, even against inferior competition, so Nika went back at it, trying to go lower this time. His head pushed between the cat’s legs as he used his shoulders to try to take Castor down...but Castor’s thighs clamped together, trapping him between his legs, and suddenly he flipped down, dropping his body weight down onto Nika, catching him in a somewhat awkward pin. Somehow, he was able to force those legs apart just enough to free his head, and squirmed out from under Castor, flushing as he already felt a stirring in his dick. Hopefully he could control it before-

Suddenly Castor came down on him again, and this time in a much better position. His upper body was down on Nika, one arm wrapped around the human’s and pinning his limbs in place, with his legs braced with enough force to ensure there would be no easy escape for Nika this time. It felt so good to have that hot body against him, and that was only ramping up his boner...thankfully his lower body was raised a bit so he didn’t have it trapped painfully against the ground. All he needed now was to concede and maybe he could escape without Castor noticing...but that wasn’t going to happen, as he felt the Incineroar’s free hand reach down to grope him. Shit...he already knew.

“Oh, what’s this? Nice and hard down there…” Castor’s voice was smoothly taunting, making it all too clear that there was zero surprise to this discovery. “What’s the matter? Enjoying the gripping a little more than usual? Or is it the one doing the gripping? Is trainer hot for kitty?”

Nika couldn’t have been more red-faced, but the way he was pinned was giving him less than ample air and he wasn’t able to come out with a response. He thought Castor might get off him, let him try to at least make the admission...but then he felt something hot against his rear. Something that was DEFINITELY not that fiery beltline.

“Guess what...kitty’s hot for trainer, too.”

Whatever Nika would have responded was cut off in a loud cry as he felt a hot, sharp thing enter his unprepared rear. Castor was as far from gentle as could be, hilting into his trainer in mere moments, shooting blazing-hot precum into Nika and clawing at his walls with his sharp barbs. Pinned as he was, there was no possible way for Nika to escape it...but rather quickly he found that he didn’t want to. It had taken a moment for him to register, but this had been exactly what he had been wanting, more of Castor than he had ever dared to think about having, and despite the suddenness of it and the compromising position, he was still rock-hard and starting to feel the pleasure quite quickly.

Castor adjusted only slightly after his initial entry, pushing himself slightly up and bringing Nika’s rear up with him, and then he started to really show his strength. He pounded down and in, his full force centered on embedding his infernal staff inside the human. With each thrust in, the raw strength he possessed thundered into the human, sending a shockwave through his body; and when he jerked out, those sharp barbs scraped hard against his walls, shooting an electric tingle through him and making him gasp out. “Rrr...you feel so good...and I love how you sound when you’re so pleasured…” the Incineroar purred into his ear, brushing a hand against his stomach in something that seemed almost affectionate.

Nika couldn’t really respond, he was too overwhelmed. All the sensations were starting to blend together, coming too quickly for him to process - the incredible heat that radiated all throughout him in such wonderful stimulating yet relaxing fashion; the repetitive scratching against his walls, joining the stretching as visceral tones that made him jerk and squirm; the furious battering of his prostate that made his cock jerk and shoot pre all over the ground; over and over and over again, without any signs of slowing. And he was mindlessly pushing back into it, trying to aid in his claiming, his ass greedily seeking impalement from that hot rod. It was too much, but too good to matter.

Somehow Castor started going even faster and harder...it was like he had endless strength and stamina, more hidden away than Nika could possibly have imagined. There was no way Nika could measure up, this was the first time he’d truly felt the real power that his Pokémon possessed. Had he been able to move his arms, he would have reached to grab into Castor, pulled him into him more...had he been able to speak, he would have begged for it even harder. He couldn’t do either of those, but at least he didn’t need to - Castor was giving him more than all he could handle already.

Slowly the burn rose inside Nika, and he could hear deep grunts and growls from Castor...more prolific globs of precum were shooting into him, and the throbbing of that blazing shaft made him sure that Castor was close. And he was as well...he relaxed as much as possible, trying to goad on his orgasm, needing just a little bit more to reach that heavenly pinnacle...and then it came from Castor reaching down and harshly jerking him, his tight grip making for a relentless handjob. That was easily enough for him, he cried out in bliss as he shot his load onto the ground and into Castor’s hand, pumping round after round of pent-up seed from his body.

And a couple seconds later, Castor joined him, growling fiercely as he started to unload into Nika’s ass. The ridiculously hot fluid flooded the human’s depths, filling him with a burn that he’d never before felt in his life...it felt incredible, a soothing and relaxing heat that took all the tension out of his body just as quickly as his own climax did. The feline’s grip on him tightened more as he ground his cock into Nika’s rear, getting as many spurts out of himself as he could and into his trainer. A bit of cum squirted out of him, dribbling down Nika’s taint and then his balls, making them burn pleasantly as well. His moans quieted down, turning into pants that matched Castor’s. Even the sensation of hot breath on the back of his head and neck was quite nice, making him shudder slightly in bliss.

Eventually, Castor pushed himself upright into a sitting position, taking Nika with him, still impaled on his shaft. His grip on Nika relented briefly, releasing his arms and re-wrapping around his chest in more of an embrace than a hold. He licked his trainer’s cheek, the hot and rough tongue getting a quiet sigh of contentment out of him. “Good, yes?”

Nika nodded languidly. “Yeah...really good. You didn’t HAVE to do that without warning me, you know.”

“Mmm...yes, I did. If I warned you, I never would have been able to catch you by surprise like that again...and you liked the surprise, did you not?”

“Yeah...I liked it a lot.” Nika flushed a bit at that admission, he really had enjoyed it...but was it really wise to clue his Pokémon in that he’d liked being pinned and nailed like that? Then again, did it really matter?

“Yes...much better this way,” agreed Castor with another lick. “Such a thrill to take such control and show such power...and you love having me use that power on you, don’t you? It’s fun...there’s more excitement than just a quiet little easy thing. Now you’ll be ready for it, maybe...but still, I think I can make you feel it just as intensely.”

Nika had little doubt about that. “Mmm...yeah, okay, I get that. I suppose I’ll just have to get used to not giving permission ahead of time. Just make sure we keep it private, okay? I don’t think I’m gonna want too many people getting the wrong idea.”

“Rrr, no problem. I don’t want any competition anyway...I should be enough for you.” He reached down and rubbed Nika’s gonads with his big paw, clearly trying to bring him back to life. “Perhaps we can have more fun right now...I think there’s still fight left in you, and I know there is in me.”

It didn’t really matter what Nika said to that, he was sure - he was no more likely to win that than any wrestling match with Castor. And he didn’t really want to...his erection returning to full mast was all the more acceptance Castor needed, and it wasn’t long before he was feeling the incredible power of his Pokémon once again.