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Cresselia's Journey

Kanoa gritted his teeth, sighed through his nose, and started counting backwards from twenty. He'd been searching for the elusive Cresselia for almost two months now. He'd beaten it, battered it, paralyzed it and ran the damn thing all over Sinnoh, but it still wouldn't be caught. This had to have been the two thousandth time trying to catch her... but he still failed. He resisted the urge to howl in fury as his fingernails bit into his palms.

His Mightyena, Aryan, whimpered at his side. Kanoa Ibo was not an unkind master. He treated his pokemon very well and was always kind and fair to them. Aryan couldn't quite understand why that moon creature didn't just give up.

But, then again, it made Kanoa act oddly, as well. Aryan had never seen him so determined and so passionate about catching a single pokemon. Kanoa had told him there was only one of her, and if she was caught by him, she would enjoy a safe and pampered life. Apparently, since she was the only one of her kind, somebody had to catch her. His master had determined that it would be him - no matter what the cost.

About three weeks after that, however, Kanoa had gotten angry and stayed that way. Aryan couldn't understand it. Kanoa was gentle and sweet; always soft and benevolent, even toward his enemies. It was as if this moon pokemon had brought out the animal in his Master. After the line had been crossed, he just got worse and worse. It was as though this pokemon stood for everything that infuriated his Master.

It frightened him.

Kanoa and Aryan had been together since the boy had become a trainer. Aryan had been his first pokemon, captured by that snarky Gardenia, Kanoa's cousin and the gym leader of Eterna City. He was still a yappy little poochyena, then. But they immediately became the best of friends, and remained so. The two had been together for so long that Kanoa clearly understood Aryan's speech.

Aryan woofed a bit, drawing Kanoa's attention. The master smiled, a sad, gentle smile, one that echoed the one he used to wear every day. The boy was handsome, with messy shoulder-length green hair and a startling pair of violet eyes. Aryan knew he got attention from many trainers, and it wasn't just because of their strength.

"Come on, buddy. We both need the attentions of a pokecenter." Shoulders drooping, Kanoa turned and headed for the nearest town. Aryan whimpered and trailed after him, his tail limp between his legs.

~

"Am I that bad?"

Startled, Aryan looked at his trainer. Kanoa lay at his side, pensive and depressed. After the pokecenter a few days ago, Kanoa had walked with no destination, no longer trying to catch the elusive moon pokemon. His movements were listless and his eyes were dull... Aryan had no idea how to fix it.

He had changed their team slightly, too. He had left the center with two of his usual pokemon missing and one replaced by a pokeball the mightyena didn't recognize. Aryan had yet to see the mystery pokemon in his trainer's fifth ball. He played with it often, rolling it back and forth between his hands, staring at it with something akin to despair. Maybe using this he could finally figure out how to fix Kanoa's depression and get them both back to normal.

"Am I really that useless of a trainer? It's one fucking pokemon. It shouldn't be that hard to catch, should it? Unless... unless it's me..." Kanoa groaned and pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes. His face was pale, and Aryan was seriously beginning to worry about his trainer.

-You aren't bad, Kamo.- Kanoa smiled weakly at the nickname his mightena had picked. -You are a great trainer. You beat the Elite Four. You defeated all of Sinnoh's gyms. You have infernapes, empoleons, and torterras galore. You've hatched more eggs than I can count, and you caught Heatran, Dialgia, Regigigas, Giratina, and all the pixie 'mons. You are legend. Just because this dumb moony 'mon doesn't want to stay and fight... it isn't your fault. It's hers!-

"I caught Mesprit, though!" Kanoa sat up on his elbows, eyes wild and heartbroken. "It wasn't even all that bad! But this pokemon... I guess I've just met my match..." Kanoa sagged and closed his eyes, tipping his head back.

-Wrong. She isn't your match, because she has no trainer. You can catch her, Kamo. We just need to try again.- Aryan looked at him seriously, locking eyes with him as Kanoa gazed at him hesitantly.

"Aren't you sick of it, though? The chases, the waiting, the constant defeat? All you and the others do is follow me around while I throw balls at her. It's not right..."

-Kamo, respectfully... just fuck it.- Aryan's words extracted an amused snort from his trainer. -We can catch her, we just need to keep trying. We don't mind sitting on our duffs while you run around after her. I'm sure she'll get tired of it eventually.- The mightena grinned widely at Kanoa. -I'm not, though.-

Kanoa sighed, stared at his feet for a moment, and then laughed aloud. He reached over to rub Aryan's head energetically. "Okay. If we see her again, we'll try. You're more stubborn than me, Ari." The pokemon grinned wolfishly and lapped at his trainer's face. "Ack..! Hey!"

Laughing, Kanoa collapsed onto his back to wipe the spit off his face. Looking up to grab his bag for something to wipe himself off with, he froze.

There she was again.

Kanoa got to his feet slowly, reaching for his fifth pokeball. So he hadn't given up, after all, thought Aryan. His trainer let his breath out slowly, bringing the great ball in front of him to throw. "Wish me luck, Ari..." Mumbled Kanoa.

"Go! Wobbuffet!"

Aryan yipped in surprise as a large blue pokemon erupted from the pokeball. It's eyes were shut, and it saluted Cresselia, crying out, "Wo~obbuffet!" What a creepy 'mon, thought Aryan, shying away from it.

"Use Safeguard!" Shouted Kanoa. A glittering silver veil fell about the pokemon's head, and it made it's noise again, waving back and forth. Like a giant golduck penis, thought Aryan, before he could stop himself. Growling, the mightyena shook his head. No time for those thoughts!

-Kanoa! Hurry! It'll run away again!- Barked Aryan. His trainer only smirked, drawing several ultra and quick balls from his belt. -Kanoa!-

Cresselia didn't move.

Aryan stopped barking, confused. Shouldn't it be running now? Was it finally brave enough to stay and fight? Aryan looked at it closely. No. It didn't want to stay. It was twitching, it's whole body quivering. Was it paralyzed in a different way than before?

"Good job, Wobbuffet!" Called Kanoa, still digging in his ball bag. "Just keep her there!" Having found what he was looking for, Kanoa spun to face his adversary and threw a quick ball.

Both Aryan and Kanoa leaned forward eagerly as the ball snapped shut and began to rock. One... two.... three.... Aryan roared in frustration and Kanoa hissed furiously as the ball snapped, bringing the stubborn pokemon back into view. "Damn! It was almost caught!" Kanoa snarled, baring his teeth.

Aryan barked to warn his new teammate as Cresselia hunched into herself. -Watch out! She's going to attack!- Yelped the canine pokemon. The wobbuffet had no time to dodge. A mark appeared across it's mid-section, and it made a low, whining noise of pain. -A slash attack..- Growled Aryan. -Underhanded bitch!-

Kanoa gritted his teeth. That attack had taken a lot out of the wobbuffet. "Again!" Another ball was thrown, this time an ultra ball. More shaking. Aryan began to bark angrily as the ball snapped again, the brightly-colored pokemon they were trying to trap shivering violently. Was it in anger or dread? Aryan wondered, crouching close to the ground.

The slim pokemon tilted it's head back, and all three members of the opposition cried out as an icy ray hit the wobbuffet in the chest, knocking it back several feet. -Kanoa, she'll end up killing him! We need to do something!- Yelped Aryan, trying to be heard over the creature's gurgle of anguish.

Kanoa snarled and began to dig through his ball bag again. "I know I said I'd never use this, Ari, but...." His trainer stood, a purple and pink ball in his hand and a steely glint in his eye. "This calls for it."

"Come on!" Kanoa pitched the Master ball at Cresselia with all of his strength. Just before the ball opened in front of her, Cresselia's eyes went wide. Seconds later, the ball darkened and made the telltale 'ding!' noise.

They had caught Cresselia.

For a few moments, all that was heard was stunned silence. Kanoa's whole body had gone limp, and his breath came heavily out his mouth. He licked his lips slowly, and stumbled forward to claim the pokemon. "Hey, look Ari..." His voice was slightly strangled, tears rising to his eyes as he looked back at his partner, the ball held loosely in his hand. "We caught Cresselia."

~

That night, Kanoa, Aryan, and the Wobbuffet(who's name was Bob) sat around the fire. It wasn't all that festive, really, but the three were content with it anyway. They were celebrating with a few cans of specialty poke-food and some lemonade Kanoa had bought in Veilstone.

-You're all the way from Hoenn?- Aryan asked. Bob nodded happily. His wounds had been bad, but a Full Restore had fixed him up no problem. Kanoa grinned and offered Bob another lemonade.

"His trainer, Riza, sent him to me in exchange for the chance to add an arcanine to her pokedex." Bob chugged his lemonade and grinned crookedly, shaking his head. "I'll ship you back as soon as we reach Sunyshore, I promise. You'll be home by tomorrow." Bob gurgled happily in pokespeak, rocking back and forth joyfully.

Aryan grinned wolfishly. -Bob says he can't wait. He's holding you to that promise.- The wobbuffet stood, saluting them and then waddling off towards Kanoa's bag. -You're going to bed? Alright. You did have a long day! I bet Riza will want to hear the whole story! G'night.- Aryan waved a paw as Bob swiftly disappeared into his pokeball.

The trainer and his pokemon sat in silence for some minutes, drinking lemonade and staring into the hypnotic flames in front of them. For having caught the focus of their difficult journey, the two were oddly solemn.

-....So.- Kanoa looked up at his partner. The mightyena's eyes were serious, an oddly reluctant look on his muzzle. -You did it. You are officially the best trainer alive. Ever.- The cautious words brought a derisive snort.

"I haven't gotten her out yet. If she won't listen to me in battle..."

-What the hell is wrong with you?!- Aryan snarled suddenly. The guttural noise actually made Kanoa jump. -You have done everything that is possible for a trainer to do. All the pokemon the professors have named 'legendary'... are yours. You beat the gyms, the elite four, the champion... When will you be satisfied?!- By the end of his angry rant, Aryan was baring his teeth and spit had gathered in his mouth, making him look rabid.

"Aryan... I'm sorry. If it bothered you that much, why did you encourage me to go after her again?" The canine pokemon collapsed in front of the flames, adverting his eyes from his trainer's confused face.

-Because it made you happy.-

Before Kanoa could ask another question, or protest, or do anything, his partner forged on. -Do you remember how giddy you were when we caught Regigigas? You had a silly grin on your face for a month. The way your face lit up when the pokeball stilled... You never bragged, either. You were just proud of your team, and proud of yourself. We were the only ones who ever knew. Regigias was happy, since he had his own pad and a large harem, and you were happy because you proved your worth to yourself.-

-We were all happy because you were happy. You never noticed that? You're my trainer, and my best friend, and I want you to be happy.- Aryan buried his nose in his tail, trying to hide his glare and his embarrassment. -If I'd known that chasing this moony thing would turn you into a compulsive-obsessive, I would have tracked her down and killed her myself, just to make you normal again. Do you get it?-

Kanoa was stunned. "Why didn't you say anything? I knew that I was losing sleep over it, and that I was a bit weaker that before... Was I really that obsessed with catching her?" Gruffly, his partner nodded. "Shit, Ari, I'm sorry. I guess I didn't really notice."

Kanoa thought for a moment, then turned to his partner with a grin on his face. "Tell you what. I spend a week training her. If I can get her to listen, I'll release her. If I can't, I'll ship her off to Professor Rowan. He can keep her. Either way, it'll be out of my hands. She will be out of my hands. Do we have a deal?"

Kanoa's grin widened as Aryan placed his paw in his palm, wearing his own sharp-toothed grin. "It settled, then. Wanna start Cresselia boot camp tomorrow?" The two shook on it, and then curled up to sleep. Both were pleased with the trade.

~

Aryan snarled and snapped at the place Cresselia's heels should have been. The moon pokemon refused to move, sticking her sharp little beak into the air. Kanoa winced as he glanced at the setting sun and called off his partner. "It's okay, Aryan. Let's take a break. If she doesn't want to move, fine. We can try something else later."

It was the fourth day of Cresselia's Boot Camp. If anything, it was boot camp for Aryan and Kanoa. First, the psychic type had tried to run away. The pokeball only kept her from running farther than a mile from the ball, so the two had spent a day and a half just looking for her. When Kanoa had finally figured out how to turn the 'leash' setting to five feet, Cresselia had turned violent. Aryan and his trainer had endured pecks, slashes, ice-filled beams of energy, and random psychic attacks that came out of nowhere. After that, when Kanoa had learned to avoid most of her attacks most of the time, she had switched to civil disobedience. Now, when Kanoa tried to put her into battle, she either floated as far away as she could get from him, or went to sleep.

To say the two were disgusted was an understatement.

-Flea-bitten whore. I hope she floats her skanky ass right off the nearest cliff.- Aryan snapped. The two were slumped lazily underneath a nearby oak, sharing a pop. Kanoa was trying to fall asleep, and Aryan was having a glaring contest with the stubborn creature. -We should have bashed her brains out against the nearest solid object when we got her.-

"Don't talk like that, Ari." Chided Kanoa tiredly. "She'll hate us even more, and if we can't get her to cooperate soon, she gets shipped off to the old man for exams. Knowing his luck, she'll be in Team Galactic's hands within a week." Kanoa was even more tired than before. Cresselia had also taken to throwing away his pokeballs each night. He had to wake while it was still dark, stumble around until he had found Aryan's ball, and then go searching for the rest. He had to strap Cresselia's ball to his leg to keep her close, and the odd hours didn't improve anyone's mood.

-Or we pitch her pokeball off Mount Coronet. You have to admit, it's tempting...- Aryan wiggled his eyebrows and his trainer chuckled weakly, rubbing his pokemon's head.

~You could just let me go, you know.~ Both boys looked up. The moon bird floated before them, her beak quirked into a cute smirk. She was bent ever so slightly to look at them closely, and her eyes were slitted suggestively. ~Break that Master Ball, and I'm out of your hair forever.~ Her helpful proposition was met by two flat glares.

-Do you honestly think after all that time we spent chasing you and the Master Ball we wasted you're just leaving without a fight?- Aryan snorted derisively, snapping at the tip of her wing. It was dangerously close to tickling his nose. -Nice try, sweetheart. Try again next century.-

The smirk on Cresselia's face turned to a scowl. ~It's not my fault I'm a free spirit. You were the ones stupid enough to waste a Master Ball catching me in the first place... ~ Kanoa continued to stare. This was the first time she had verbally insulted him.

The trainer sighed heavily and rubbed his face. "If you understand as well as any other pokemon, then why don't you just listen to us for a week so you can go free? I'm pretty sure you aren't stupid enough to actually want to be put in Professor Rowan's care..." Cresselia stuck her beak into the air and sniffed, refusing to look at him.

~I'd like you a whole lot more if you cared enough to give me a name, at the least.~ Kanoa blinked and stared at her in confusion. ~You humans. Always taking things you don't really want. Always destroying, always mine, mine, mine. Is it any wonder why I don't like you? You're just like the rest.~

"If that's what's been bothering you, I can give you a name..."

~

~Well, that was amusing! Ha! I thought that man would never get his face unfrozen!~ Cresselia, now somewhat permanently dubbed Arisa, bounced across the bridges of Route 205. ~You would think he'd never seen a moon goddess before.~

Her haughty chatter was met with two dull stares. Kanoa lagged behind, Aryan stumbling along by his side. They had spent four hours at the name rater's. Every name that any of the three had suggested, Arisa immediately rejected. It had taken her an hour to decide on her own.

"Hey, Ari?" The mightena's head rose, staring almost dumbly at his trainer. "Do you think we could ship her off early?" A surprised, barking laugh escaped the pokemon, and he sat on his haunches, trying to laugh out his frustration.

~Oi! What's taking you two so long?!~ Whined Arisa. She wasn't very far ahead; she floated just inside the entrance to Eterna Forest. ~You two are so slow! It's a wonder you ever caught any pokemon at all!~

Kanoa ground his teeth together. In the last twelve hours, she had been insulting everything from his battle ability to his integrity as a trainer. He wanted to snap her neck and wrap it around a tree. "I've caught at least one of each species, Arisa. Four hundred and ninety pokemon." He replied scathingly, narrowing his eyes. "Including Uxie, Mesprit, and Azlef. I'm sure Aryan told you that."

The moon pokemon's nose went up into the air again. ~You really think I would listen to that flea-bitten mutt? He's even dumber than you.~

At that moment, Kanoa felt something inside him snap. It was almost audible in the stillness of the forest's shadow, and Aryan seemed to sense it as well. Kanoa's body visibly stiffened, and Aryan's eyes went wide, quickly backing away from the trembling trainer.

"Okay, you crazy bitch, it is time for you to LISTEN." Arisa gave a loud yelp as her headpiece was grabbed and she was shoved against a tree. "I don't care what you say about me - insult me, fuck with me, whatever. But NOBODY fucks with my partner. We have been putting up with your crap as patiently as anyone alive could, and I am your trainer so you need to STOP. I refuse to tolerate you insulting my partner; he's been through enough already. Do you understand?" Arisa whined pathetically, squirming helplessly in his grasp. From her position, she couldn't see the furious red light that had come to Kanoa's eyes, or the tension that had turned his face into a mask of rage.

~I was right! You are a pathetic trainer!~ Howled Arisa, struggling against the trainer's knee, which had pinned her against the tree as well. ~If you were actually training that mutt at all, he would be able to take my head off for insulting you in the first place! He's a mongrel with no pedigree, and he'll never improve! You're both fucking hopeless!~ Kanoa snarled and dragged her into the foliage, barking at Aryan to follow. Whining, the Mightena reluctantly followed, tail between his legs.

Arisa let out pathetic squeaks and cries as she was dragged bodily into the forest. She was unable to free herself since Kanoa had a very tight grip around her neck. The shadows danced as the three moved farther and farther into the inky darkness, and did not still even as Kanoa forcefully threw the cresselia against a tree.

Aryan winced at the blow, before quickly looking around himself. They were so deep into the woods that the lights of Eterna were completely hidden. The sky was black as pitch, with no stars or moon, and the only light came from the automatic flashlight clipped to Kanoa's bag.

"I will ask you one more time. Do not insult my partner again, or so help me I will break your spirit in the worst way I know how." Kanoa's voice was chillingly calm, and the mightena laid down a few feet from him, eyeing him anxiously. He had only heard this tone when the boy talked about his childhood, and it never meant anything good. " Apologize to Aryan, or you will not like what happens."

With a somewhat choked, haughty snarl, Arisa spat, ~I'm not afraid of anything a pitiful brat like you could dish out. You're already torturing me by keeping me here. I doubt you could come up with something worse! You and your stupid, worthless puppy can go to hell!~

Kanoa's only answer was a chilling smile before stepping forward and seizing her by the neck again and lifting her into the air. ~L-Let me go! You asshole! I'll...~ Arisa gasped for breath. ~I'll get you for this!~ Without preamble, the trainer forcibly dragged her over to his backpack. After a second of digging through it one-handed, he pulled out a long coil of sturdy, braided rope.

"Hold still, wench." Growling softly, the incensed trainer began to tie the cresselia to a nearby tree. Arisa cried, squirmed, and screamed, but he didn't stop. When he was done, Arisa's front was pressed hard against the trunk, and a few creative loops had her rear hiked into the air. "Hm. Missing something... Aha." With a small smirk, Kanoa grabbed the last loop of rope and used it to slip a noose around her neck, attaching it to the rope tied above to keep her ass in the air. "Perfect."

~Nnn... What.. What's the point of this?~

Kanoa never lost that chilling little grin. "Just to teach you a lesson. You may think you're above everyone, but you have never really tried to pit yourself against others, have you?" Arisa could only whine uncomfortably. "I didn't think so. Now we're going to play a little game, okay? There's a knot at the bottom of the trunk here. The way I've tied you, it's impossible for you to reach. If you struggle hard enough, though, you may be able to pull it free and escape from this."

Arisa made another choking sound. "Though, if you pull too hard in the wrong direction, the noose around your neck will tighten. I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon - morning, at the earliest. So if you move the wrong way too many times, I may end up with a legendary corpse on my hands instead of a legendary pokemon. The Professor would probably find it easy enough to believe that you killed yourself in order to get away from me... Then he'd get to cut you open. Either way, he'd be happy." Aryan sat up and Arisa cried out softly, tears rising to her eyes,

"Are you getting it now? Good. The game is, you slip free of the knots in any way you can... but you have to do so..." Arisa heard a zipper being undone and she cried out again. "Before I cum inside you. Usually, it takes me at least ten minutes to go over the edge, so you have plenty of time. If you can escape before I'm finished with you, I'll break the Master ball and let you go. If you can't, I step back, let Aryan fuck you, than slather you with honey and leave you to the wild pokemon for a few days. Deal?"

~W-wait a second! S-stop!!~

Kanoa's grin was absolutely feral. "Bit late for that, sweetheart." He gently rubbed the head of his hardening cock against her entrance, pushing against her teasingly. "Don't worry, if you're clever, you'll come out of this just fine..." Arisa shrieked as Kanoa pushed inside. He was an average size for a human, but without lubrication it hurt. It hurt a lot.

~Nooo... Stoppit! Please, let me go! I'm sorry, I'll never do this again... Please!~ Kanoa simply smirked and ran his fingernails down her back, making blood run down her sides. ~I promise to be good, please... please...~ Kanoa blinked slightly as he felt her become slicker inside. Was she self-lubricating already?

"You little slut, you're wet already? Did you want this all along? How pathetic, wanting to be bred by a human... I'll breed you, alright... You won't want anyone else, won't have anyone else.." With a guttural purr, Kanoa leaned over the cresselia's back and grabbed hold of the front of her wings, anchoring himself so he could pound her more deeply.

Aryan, on the other hand, was watching in complete awe. Here was his trainer, a person he had known since he was a pup, and he had a whole other side of him that Aryan had never known about! Sure, he had talked about his uncle a few times, and how he had taught him a much different way to raise pokemon, but nothing else. Was this the result of someone pushing his master a bit too far?

After a few minutes of watching, Aryan noticed his trainer's body starting to relax. His body was no longer rigid, and his thrusts were becoming smoother and more rhythmic. Creeping around so the mightena was able to view his trainer's face, he noticed that now Kanoa actually looked quite serene.

Arisa, on the other hand, looked like she was losing her mind. She had begun rocking back to meet Kanoa's thrusts, and her eyes were starting to roll back into her head. The cresselia also started making cute little squeaking noises that punctuated each slam of Kanoa's hips against hers. She really does sound very sexy, mused the mightena.

"I guess this does work pretty well. You'll just be begging for more after this, won't you? I won't give it to you unless you're a good girl... Bad girls don't get rewards, okay? I'm sure you understand that." Kanoa growled out in a low, sexy voice. All the cresselia could do was whimper. "It feels good in you, right? Even if you do escape, you'll spend the rest of your existence hunting for human cock. Why is it that pokemon can get so easily addicted to a human's shaft?" He smirked and pulled out, bending to examine her slightly abused hole in the dimming light.

-Kanoa?- The human turned to find his partner a foot from him, staring as though he as some sort of god. -How... what did... what's going on?-

"Kanoa smiled slightly at his partner, and then stood to take his place behind the succulent legendary's hips. "Remember when I told you about those summers with my uncle, and how he had a way to train pokemon that made them completely obedient? Well, this is what he taught me. It turns out that pokemon can get very addicted to the feel of being penetrated by a human cock. They all have genitalia, but it isn't used to reproduce. They do it some other way. My uncle used that to wake up their sexuality and control them with it." He slammed back into the cresselia's tight heat and Arisa howled lustily. "She really isn't trying to escape... Tell you what. You're my partner, my right-hand man.... As soon as I cum in her, she'll be helpless. You can fuck her later. I'll show you how."

-Really?!-

Kanoa flashed him a grin. "Sure." Suddenly, the human grunted and shifted his hips forward hard. "Nng... Watch and learn." With only that warning, Kanoa upped the pace until he was moving in and out of Arisa's pussy so fast his hips became a blur. Arisa let out a high-pitched shriek and shuddered all over, shoving herself back on him the best she could. "Fuck..." With a small, breathy whimper, Kanoa slammed himself inside of the cresselia, and Aryan watched with fascination as thick, ropy strands of goo began spilling from her entrance. It ended up sliding down Arisa's rump and splattering on the ground.

"Haah... That was good." Taking a calming breath, Kanoa pulled slowly out of the sobbing pokemon. "That, my friend, is orgasm. Heh... looks like Arisa is just on the edge of it, though. Shouldn't take much..." With an evil smirk, Kanoa reached out and shoved all four fingers into Arisa's dripping hole. With an unholy screech, a sweat broke out all over her body, and she stretched her neck high in the air as more goo spilled over Kanoa's fingers. "Done. She looks like she'll be a bit sore tomorrow. Do you want to fuck her now or later?"

Aryan yipped excitedly. -We're keeping her, right? We can do that later. I want to know how you know about all this stuff! I want to learn it too!-

Kanoa grinned brightly. "Yeah, we're keeping her. She'll come crawling back, one way or another. We have plenty of time." He glanced at his Poketch and winced. "Oh wow. It's one in the morning. Hey, let's go grab some food at the Pokecenter, okay? We can come get her day after tomorrow." Kanoa turned and tucked the Master Ball up in the tree's branches, keeping it out of sight and out of the cresselia's reach. "If we're lucky, she'll be so tired when we come back she'll beg to go back in her ball. Now, where's that honey...?"

Aryan sat down and watched his trainer spread honey all over the exhausted psychic type's body. She was covered in sweat, panting, splattered in goo all over her hindquarters, and she was so tired she could barely hold her head up. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and he couldn't keep his tail from wagging.

"Done!" With a sweet little smile, Kanoa stood and licked the honey and cum off his hands. "She'll be covered with bug pokemon within an hour. While we go get food, I'll teach you the basics of cum-training pokemon. It works with males, too, so we'll have to be careful. When we get back, I can give you a physical lesson. Arisa will be begging for relief by then. Shall we?" Aryan barked happily and bounded after his whistling trainer. Kanoa was finally back to normal. All that was needed was a different sort of training....

~Wait.... don't leave me here... I need... I need... please! Come back here and fuck me!~

Aryan laughed and nuzzled up to his trainer. Everything had worked out just fine.

~ END ~