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The air was thick with the scent of sex, the heat from the hot springs accentuating the hedonistic atmosphere to cover every surface of the cave in beads of condensation. Thomas lay with Miriam in the larger alcove, their bodies wrapped around each other as they watched the fight for dominance between their pokemon. It was not a battle of skills and abilities learned in the ring, but of pressure points and stimulation; forcing your opponent into being the one who is fucked, rather than the one doing the fucking.

Jeremy and Hailey started off on equal footing, their respective experience level roughly similar not to mention both of them being well refreshed and ready for it after their fun with the two trainers. But after a very short bout of wrestling and passionate, lust-crazed kisses, ,Jeremy realised he was the underdog. They were reasonably equal in strength and willpower, but Hailey had him beat on height. She also knew the terrain, and several times was able to use him as a stepping stool to swing around behind him in the attempt at an arm lock.

As the two muscular figures writhed against each other, so to did their human counterparts. Thomas was spooning Miriam, holding her back to his chest as they perversely watched Jeremy attempt to mount Hailey before being spun off onto the ground. Thomas' swollen member was still hard from the rough fucking he'd been given earlier, the Blaziken's tight arse having restricted most of his flow, saving some for her trainer. It pressed against Miriam's lower back, throbbing with each earthly thud and wet slap of pokemon against solid stone. To each twitch, the woman moaned, biting her lip at the sensation of this man grinding away against her.

But for Thomas, grinding was not enough. He slid himself down the smooth stone until his cock found the sweltering part between Miriam's legs and pushed. With an audible plop, the turgid member sprang forth from between her thighs, shaft resting against her slit as the two shuddered at the sensation. “Miriam…"

“Don't ask me…" She huffed, barely able to contain herself while pointing out towards the sexually sparring duo. Thomas nodded, sighing, not sure the best way to interrupt his temporary Mistress for her blessing.

Thomas pulled away from the woman, cursing the universe for making this more complicated than it needed to be. He slid from the alcove and was about to clear his throat when the evening's most surprising event occurred. Attempting to flip over Jeremy again, Hailey launched herself directly beneath one of the larger cuffs, using it's chain to steady herself. But Jeremy saw an opening she didn't. With a quick flick of his wrist he sent a recently regrown arm scale searing through the dimly lit room to slice the bolt holding the manacle in place.

With a metallic whine the heavy restraint began to fall from the ceiling, a descent Hailey would have been able to see if Jeremy hadn't also spun round to knock her landing foot from its intended spot. As the Blaziken slammed onto all fours, the manacle meant for a wrist the size of a Nidoking's snapped shut around the bird pokemon's neck. It wasn't particularly tight, but with her beak in the way she'd need to undo the latch to get it off. But once more Jeremy was thinking a step ahead, sliding one half of the sheared bolt in it's latch. Thomas and Miriam stared in open mouthed shock while Hailey stared daggers at Jeremy.

At first she pulled the chain hard, attempting to keep her own leash, but once more Jeremy was quicker, snagging the end as it flew out of the metal loop holding it to the ceiling. Then commando rolling to the floor he fed the chain through a ring bolted into the stone at Thomas' feet. Hailey held on tight to her end of the chain, unwilling to give up her dominance. Jeremy whipped his end of the chain down with force, the shock of it hitting the hard stone carrying through the metal to Haiely's hands, jarring her grip. With a mighty pull he wrested half the chain from her. But she held firm, panicked squawks of “Blaz! BLAZ!" uttered over and over as she refused to give in.

It was then Jeremy noticed Thomas standing there, with Miriam furiously fingering herself in the alcove behind. He put two and two together, grinning wickedly as he turned back to Hailey. The Blaziken barely had time to respond to his glance when the chain was once again wrenched from her grip. Stumbling through the hotspring chamber the bundle of red feathers collapsed to the floor, the collar around her neck clanking in to place next to the floor mounted ring. She looked up angry, and defeated. But most of all, horny. If Jeremy had been wearing any clothes, her gaze alone would have melted them. Jeremy moved around behind her, ready to claim his prize. But instead of ramming his throbbing cock deep into her cum-soaked pussy, the Hakamo-o merely prodded the entrance. An arse wiggle and some rearward thrusts from Hailey not doing her the slightest bit of good. “Hak. Kamo ka, mo." Jeremy said slyly, winking at Thomas, gesturing for him to continue.

The man bowed his head to his Master. “Thank you, Master." Saying it aloud like that brought a wide, contented grin to both their faces, though Hailey's lust-fuelled scowl remained. “Mistress, I seek permission to fuck your toy."

“Blaz." She muttered.

Jeremy yanked the chain, hilting himself inside the Blaziken in one thrust and holding her there before growling “MO! Haka mo. Kamo, ka…"

Hailey took a deep breath, her body still riding the wave of pleasure that was her dominator's cock slamming into her full force at a glorious angle. “BLAZ! She all but screamed her affirmative, eyes coming back to face front from having been rolled around in their sockets after Jeremy's thrust. “Blaziken Blaz, Blaz!" She moaned, mostly coherently as Jeremy nodded his approval, beginning to thrust.

Thomas bowed again. “Thank you mistress." He slid back into the alcove, next to the climaxing Miriam. Her fingering combined with seeing her Domme dominated by a smaller pokemon was enough to drive her over the edge. “Awww, couldn't wait for me?" Thomas joked.

“Wanted to - hnnnnn - make sure I was all lubed up..." Miriam replied, her voice husky and full of need.

Thomas sighed, getting into position behind Miriam when he felt an urge rising. Very rarely did he ever get to dirty talk with his partners. Before it was a case of never finding someone who liked it. Nowadays it was mostly because he was trying to keep his taboo relations a secret from the rest of the team; though at present that was just Mac. But here, here he could let loose. He hoped Miriam would be up for it and cleared his throat. “I have a feeling my Master did that pretty well." Thomas pressed his cock against Miriam's entrance as a glob of pokecum squirted out to coat the head. He leaned in close to Miriam's ear. “Fuck that feels good, my Master's cum all over my cock. He lubed you up nice and good."

Miriam moaned, bucking her hips back into Thomas' words. “Fuck me with that pokecum!" She begged, whimpering as her attempts to get Thomas inside her failed. But she didn't have to wait long. With the same pace Jeremy was ploughing her Mistress, Thomas thrust into Miriam. “FUCK YES!" She screamed, garnering attention from the other two pokemon as she was impaled on Thomas' rigid staff over and over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…"

“Like, talkin', don'tcha?" Thomas said between thrusts, Jeremy's cum and the fact she was still somewhat gaping from his thick pole making the man's job particularly easy. “How was my Master? Did he feel good?"

“Fuck, it was… incredible…" Miriam moaned, the man's length and girth not near that of Jeremy's but larger than most men she'd taken, and far longer lasting. “So much Cum…."

“He does, cum, a lot…" Thomas growled, ramming Miriam harder with each thrust.

“Fuck!" She exclaimed, one of her hands darting down to her swollen clit as she neared another climax. But Thomas slapped her hand away, replacing it with his own. “Oh Arceus!"

“He's gonna fill Hailey with his cum too." Thomas moaned into Miriams ear before nibbling it's lobe. Her whorish moans prompted him to continue. “Just like you, full of dragon cum."

“If only, they had, the, same, egg, type -nnnggggGGGAAAAHHHHH!" She screamed, her body convulsing with sensation as the largest orgasm of the day wracked her body.

Thomas was getting close too, so he rolled the woman over, holding her to his chest as his back rested on the cool stone. He positioned Miriam in such a way that he could rapidly piston into her spasming pussy. But looking out to Jeremy and Hailey, he noticed them staring at the two humans, lost in their own lusty thoughts. Grinning wickedly Thomas spoke up. “Your Toy wishes you two had the same egg group." Miriam shook her head, mouthing 'No' over and over. “I think it's because she wants Masters cock and Mistress' power to fuck her to sleep every night. What do you think?" He aimed the question at Miriam, whispering “You want to be bred don't you? Bred by a powerful pokemon. Feel their cum in you every night?"

“Arceus yes…" Miriam moaned, much to Hailey's satisfaction as the two pokemon started fucking wildly.

“I think Your Mistress agrees…" Thomas growled as he used one hand to direct Miriam's face to the senseless rutting of the two pokemon inches from their little alcove.

“Blaz!" Hailey squeaked, nodding as her throat is pushed hard into the makeshift collar by a rough Jeremy.

“Breed me…" The words were almost imperceptible among the wet slaps and loud grunts filling the room, but Thomas heard enough to play with the woman.

“What was that?" He asked, stopping with his cock poised at her puffy, drooling entrance. It was taking all his willpoer now to hold back the climax that had begun steaming down the tracks towards him when Miriam confessed to wanting to be bred by a pokemon.

“Breed me!" The moan was loud enough to be a shout as it reverberated around the stone room. Thomas caught Hailey's gaze as she looked to her trainer, eyes full of sensual fire as she erupted into her own crescendo of pleasure. The tight clamping of the bird pokemons internal muscles in time with her squinting eyes drove Jeremy past his breaking point as with a final thrust he ploughed into Hailey with all his might.

Seeing everyone around him climax to Miriam's plea was more than enough to set off the volley of cum from the man's pulsing cock. The first shot splattered against the outside of Miriam's red, puffy mound before Thomas clenched, rocking his hips forward to slide the still ejaculating cock through her well-fucked passage. When the throbbing member smashed against her internal barriers, the second shot of spunk shot out, it's velocity sending tingles of sensual bliss cascading through Miriam's deepest depths.

Her eyes were squinted shut, body shaking from the orgasmic onslaught within her pussy. Miriam's mouth was open and her face bright red, Thomas pumping load after load of his seed into her creamed passage as she held onto that orgasm for dear life. But as his balls emptied and his pace slowed, so too did her eyes open and body stop shaking. Thomas continued to hold the woman tight, though no longer for the purpose of holding her in place. Arms wrapped around her midsection as he sighed contentedly into her neck.

Jeremy, having come down from his orgasmic high, slid a hand forward and unbuckled the makeshift collar, releasing Hailey. He moved to her side and helped the bird pokemon up, leading them both over to the alcove. Hailey climbed up to lie facing Miriam, while Jeremy brought his messy cock up to press against Thomas' back. The four lay down, enjoying the warmth of their bodies and the afterglow of some amazing sex.

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“Gentleman," Dr. Coral groaned, in no mood to deal with Rocket Rising's nonsense “It's called Doctor-Patient confidentiality. Look it up." She stuffed a used IV line into the nearby bin before grabbing her tablet and walking away.

“I know, I know." Said Rizza, trying to keep up while Val trailed behind imposingly. “Buts ya see he's a friend of ours and we really wanted-"

“If he's your friend, call him."

Rizza thought fast “Lost his phone in the cave, it seems." He moved to get alongside Dr. Coral. “Look, we just wanted to have a look at the guy, see if it really was our friend. If not, he could still be missing and-"

Dr. Coral stopped dead in an empty hallway and turned to face the two men. “If you think I'm buying that Tauroshit, you're mistaken. Now get out, before I have you thrown out!"

Val's hand came out of nowhere, about to grab the Doctor's shoulder, but it was stopped by a blue plastic glove with immense strength behind it. The two goons turned to see a Hitmonlee staring daggers at them. Val's eyes returned the same fiery hatred for being touched. “It would be best if your orderly were to let go." Val growled through gritted teeth.

“Was that a threat?" The doctor took a step forwards, her eyes boring into those of the tall man. Rizza hadn't seen it until it had already happened. But before either man could react the cold steel edge of a doctor's scalpel was resting against Val's throat, the metallic sterilised wrapper of the blade slowly floating to the ground. “Let me make this perfectly clear. Anyone who threatens my staff or my patients will get the best treatment in the region, whether they want it or not."

“Uh, Patience, or Patients?" Rizza mumbled.

Without allowing her gaze to falter in the slightest, se replied softly “Pick one."

Val begrudgingly sighed, opening his clenched fists in a sign of surrender. “We can see ourselves out."

Doctor Coral maneuvered behind Eric before the pokemon let the irate man go, his bald head flush with blood at having been denied his quarry. They had made it to the end of the hallway, turning back to see the Doctor talk in hushed tones to the Hitmonlee. Val's mouth turned up to a cunning grin as the two made their way to the exit.

“Well that was a fuckin' bust." Rizza said, still shook up about the scalpel. “I mean, ya see the way she handled that thing? Bitch is no Doctor."

Val Grunted. “She's a doctor alright. Nerves of steel." he smiled, causing Rizza to give him a puzzled expression. “Not that bright though."

“Seemed pretty fuckin' smart to me." Rizza grumbled as they walked past the front reception.

“She's sending that Hitmonlee to check on him." Val stepped through the sliding doors onto the afternoon street, the rain pouring down as the storm outside grumbled above. He strode with powerful steps over to the Cafe opposite the entrance. Once inside the two turned back to look at the medical building. “Just you wait. That orderly's gonna come through those doors and lead us straight to the guy."

“Two Cappuccinos. Extra hot." Rizzo signalled a barista before taking a window seat, Val taking the one opposite. “Then I guess we wait."

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Miriam and Hailey had elected to relax in the natural jacuzzi and let their high-octane romp work its way out of them while Thomas decided he had to get back to the Hotel. As he was getting his clothes back on a thought did occur to him, causing the man to flip through his pokedex to a collection of confused faces. “Ha." He exclaimed. “So, I think I might know someone who can help with the whole 'breeding' thing."

“Ah, well, I-" Miriam stuttered, wishing she hadn't admitted to her desires earlier in the afternoon's festivities. But she was silenced by a claw pressing against her mouth, Hailey staring at Thomas intently before nodding for him to continue. Even Jeremy looked on, curious to see where this would head.

Thomas, facing a captive audience decided to continue. “Leave Kangaskhan Valley in the morning and walk west until sundown. Somewhere around there is a sign saying specifically not to approach a nearby cave as it's filled with some very territorial Rhyperior." He looked at his hosts to make sure they were listening, both nodding in synch. “Walk straight in that cave, confront the Rhyperior guarding the place and say Thomas sent you." He smiled before another thought crossed his mind. “Oh, and bring a big bottle of Desert Pea Lotion with you. Trust me."

“Blaz, Blaziken?" Hailey asked, one claw rubbing her belly.

Thomas wasn't sure what the question was, but he tried best to answer what he thought it might be. “Bigger than Jeremy, twice the volume, maybe one and a half times the length? At least? It was hard to tell in the light."

Miriam blushed. “I think Mistress asked what sort of chances she'd have? Having her eggs… fertilized…"

Thomas took a deep breath, nodding. “Ah, right." He thought about it for a moment, thinking back to his time in the cave. “Well, I can't vouch for how well his swimmers swim, but he managed to half-fill a bath that size over the course of the evening. May have used about two ounces of the lotion though."

Jeremy's eyes bugged out. “HAK? A-MO?" He exclaimed. Thomas shrank a little, Jeremy trying to gather himself.

Hailey and Miriam shared a look before bursting into laughter. Thomas looked from Jeremy to them and back. Not sure what was going on. Miriam eventually got his attention. “No wonder he came buckets! You're only supposed to use a little of it at a time. Male pokemon are incredibly sensitive to Desert Pea lotion, it increases their sex drive and sperm production through the roof." Hailey was having to take concentrated breaths to calm her laughter, much to Thomas' chagrin. “But that would explain the bath of cum. Still a decent amount though." Miriam bit her lower lip, giggling “Bet he drank half a lake to rehydrate the next morning."

“Damn, I coulda killed the guy…" Thomas thought to himself. Jeremy groaned, rolling his eyes as he picked up his pokeball, pressing the button in a huff. Thomas sighed at Jeremy's behaviour. “Well, thank you for today, that was…" he tried thinking of a way to describe the experience without it sounding corny, but failed. “Honestly, the greatest day of my life. It was an honour."

“The honour is all ours." Miriam moaned from the Jacuzzi. Hailey turned to her and made a few clucking noises, and indicated something with her claws. “Oh, yes! I almost forgot." She waded through the jacuzzi to the edge near Thomas, looking up at him with a sensual stare. “Tomorrow is the Harvest Festival, and here at the gym we hold a costume party. We'd love for you to attend."

“Tomorrow night?" Thomas thought about it. He had to get his checkup done tomorrow afternoon, but he wouldn't bother heading out until the next morning. “Sure, I'll be in town until the weekend. I'll be there. Well…" He looked down at his clothes, blushing slightly. “I, uh, don't exactly have a costume."

“There's a great clothes store just down the road called Silken Sun. Just tell her I sent you." Thomas cocked an eyebrow but Blaziken put a claw on her trainer's shoulder in support. “Trust me." Miriam smiled.

Picking up his bag of towels and buckling the pokeball-filled belt, Thomas waved goodbye to the pair and made his way back to the Gym. He received several more cheers before making it to the door, the other Trainers congratulating him on a fight well done. Thomas took the compliments with as much humility as possible, though part of him revelled in the attention. Never before had he been praised so much for anything he'd done.

The weather outside was abysmal. The pelting rain stung as it hit, and the lightning that arced across the sky threatened with every crack to come down and strike the ground. Thomas hurried along the street, taking cover where he could until he made it back to the hotel. Of course, he was soaked through by the time he got to his room. He was about to pull out his key and unlock the door when it creaked open. Curious - but cautious - he opened the door with his foot.

His racing heart slowed once he saw the familiar scrubs-wearing body of Eric sitting at the table. “Eric! Arceus, I thought-" The body slumped forward, hitting the table unconscious as the door slammed shut behind him.

“Heya Tom." Rizza smiled. Thomas leapt back into the kitchenette, hand on pokeball as a thick pair of arms wrenched him off his feet, slamming the man to the ground. After the stars cleared Val's bald head came into focus between Thomas and the ceiling. “We were in the neighborhood and thought we'd drop by. Say Hi. Catch up…" He sipped from a takeaway cup. “Want some coffee?"

Thomas grunted, his hands pinned to the ground preventing him from grabbing any more balls other than the one he already had in hand. “Thanks, but I'm more a tea guy." He half grinned, half grimaced.

“It seems you weren't entirely honest with us back in Milra, Thomas." Despite Val's voice being soft it was menacing and chilled Thomas to the bone. “I don't like it when people lie to me."

“I ain't so fond of it neither." Rizza chuckled, crouching beside the trainer. “But, you can make it up to us."

“That you can." Val reaffirmed but unlike his partner, the massive brute was not smiling.

Thomas groaned. “Well, what do you want?"

“What do we want, he says." Rizza acted surprised, shaking his head in disbelief.

Thomas rolled his head to the side, eyes falling on the open curtains revealing the big glass back door to the forest. In it a pair of glowing red eyes narrowed as they stared at Val. 'No!' Thomas thought hard. 'Not now.' The last thing he needed was for that green and black mutt to charge in and make a mess of the place. Making a decision he felt he'd probably regret, Thomas took a deep breath. “Ugh! Will you two just get to the point already!" He wrestled his empty hand free and pointed an accusatory finger at Val's face. “I've lived on the streets for years- decades! I know this strongarm shit like the back of my hand." Val refused to let him move, but backed away a little from the finger and relaxed his stern expression, dropping the act. “Look, I know what you wanted, and yeah, I had it. But if you've found me then you know it fucked off back in the cave."

“It what?" Rizza asked, gobsmacked.

“Fucked off. Cleared out. Ran-the-fuck-away!" He thrashed his free hand around the room dramatically. “It's fucking gone! And so-" he started the waterworks coupled with manic flitting of his eyes, as though he was reliving a hectic nightmare before shutting them tightly and taking a deep breath. “And so are my chances of ever becoming a trainer." The free arm held his pokedex, he brought it up to his mouth where he ripped the recently won gym badge off with his teeth. He unintentionally pierced the inside of his lip with the pin, but the blood added to the effect he was going for as he spat the badge out onto the floor. “I'll never be a trainer. I just wanted to be a trainer. I just…" he began sobbing, his hand covering his eyes.

Val took a deep breath and stood up, allowing Thomas to curl up into a ball and cry. “Fuck me, pull yourself together." Val grumbled as he took a swig from his takeaway cup. He walked off to the bathroom, with Rizza beside him and began talking just out of Thomas' hearing, but not out of sight.

However the Zygarde was listening, and he fed the conversation to the man.

<Do you buy that crying shit?> Rizzo began.

<Even if it's real, we tossed the place. It's not here.>

<Could have it on him?>

<Not likely.>

There was a pause as the two thought on how to continue. <What if we took one?>

<What?>

<As insurance? Find out which pokemon means something to him, and take it till we find the Core?> Thomas' eyes go wide, but he doesn't stop sobbing, having to force himself to keep up the act and not start flinging pokeballs everywhere.

<Worth a try.>

Thomas could see the eyes out the window staring just as strongly as before. 'No…' He thought through the haze of emotions. 'Stay hidden, please.' He begged.

“Tom mah boy." Rizzo strode back over, grabbing the man by the scruff of his neck and hauling him to his feet. “I think-" but before Rizza could finish the sentence Jeremy appeared grumpy and shocked in the middle of the room, the ball Thomas had been gripping so tightly unexpectedly summoning the dragon-type.

From that point on, everything happened so fast, even Thomas who was at the centre of the hurricane of action was barely able to keep up with it. Val was the first to his pokeball, whipping the orb towards Jeremy as it opened, dispensing a Pinsir just in front of the Hakamo-o. Thomas was next, Dusty's ball bouncing off the taller goon's head before cracking open, the donkey pokemon flashing into existance near the bathroom door.

Rizza fired his one off next, a Scizor materialising just behind Jeremy a splitsecond before the Zweillous appeared behind it. Val's second pokemon burst into existence directly in front of him, the Graveller already restricting Thomas' movement by just being so damn close. But the man had enough room to get his hands around another pokeball, flinging it to the floor as Griff burst from light next to Rizza. The smaller thug's second pokemon cast a serpentine shadow over Thomas from behind; the Arbok leering menacingly over the room.

The last flash of light brought a large purple Carmen into the crowded space, just to Thomas' side. As the flash of her entrance dissipated and the scattered breathing of the near dozen figures in the room heightened, each one looking around trying to figure out what was going on, Thomas smirked, holding back a laugh. The two men looked at him as though he was crazy before smiling themselves. “He-he-he-he-heeee…." Thomas wheezed, laughing at the insanity of it all. “Hah hah haaaaah!" He flung an arm around Carmen, who was just about to freak out once she noticed the two Rocket Rising suits.

“Heh, uh," Rizzo nervously chuckled “What- whatcha laughin' 'bout, pal?" The two goons straightened up a little, their fighting stance relaxing along with their pokemon, with Thomas' pokemon doing the same; warily standing at ease without entirely letting down their guard as Thomas appeared to go insane.

“Think he's lost it?" Val asked as Thomas calmed himself.

“No, no…" He said, manically grinning “Hoo… No. I haven't 'lost it'. Well," He cleared his throat “I lost 'it', but I haven't lost my mind." He exhaled loudly, gesturing to the collection of figures in the room. “You've cornered a Seviper, you have. Think it was smart to come into my hotel room, beat the ever loving shit out of an orderly and then threaten me with your pokemon while I still have access to mine? What was the plan? Kidnap Jeremy? Carmen? Take back Pete's Noivern?" He pointed to the kitchenette at a very angry looking pokemon. “Think about this, would you? Your little Rocket Racket have declared me a murderer; I killed some guy and his two pokemon, right? Why in the great glory of Arceus would I not just do the same to you?"

“You're no killer." Val grumbled, seeing how outnumbered they were. It was company policy to carry only two pokemon at their rank, and despite being at even numbers at that time, Thomas had one more left he could bring out in a pinch. He needed to upset the status quo. “But he is." Val pointed to Jeremy. “And not just those three either." Val whistled. Footsteps echoed from the bathroom as a Chespin worked it's way through the crowd, leaping from coffee table to chair to kitchen counter where it looked Jeremy in the face. Jeremy stared back, but it was only a matter of time before the realisation sank in and he recognised the small pokemon.

As the Hakamo-o's face changed, and his breathing became quicker, Thomas looked between the two in shock. “Jeremy? You didn't… you- you wouldn't have…" Jeremy broke his gaze with the Chespin to look at Thomas. His eyes said it all. “You…" Jeremy looked away, but every set of eyes was on him. “I… I need…" Thomas pushed past the stunned crowd as he bolted for the toilet. He made it just in time do bring back up his partially digested lunch, the graphic sight too much for Dusty who simply turned to the rest of the room.

The tension had been dampened considerably as the sounds of Thomas heaving echoed through the small room. Several minutes passed before the visceral noises stopped. With a few spits and a flush, the man returned from the bathroom, pale faced and with a look of anger across his face that turned the Arbok's leer a whimper. “You, you." he pointed at Rizza and Val. “Out."

“We ain't-"

Before anyone could react Thomas had his hand around the thug's throat, lifting the goon to his eye level with Rizza's nose scraping against his own. “That cowardly green cunt abandoned me and left me for dead while a fucking crobat sucked the blood from my FUCKING BRAIN!" Vomit-induced spittle sprayed across the man's raticate-like face as Thomas' fuse burned it's last. “When you find it, you can do whatever the fuck you want with it."

“What about him?" Val pointed to Jeremy.

“I'll deal with him." Thomas growled.

“He needs-"

Thomas' grip on Rizza's throat tightened, causing the Arbok and Scizor to tense. “I. Will. Deal. With. Him." Thomas growled before releasing the scrawny goon. Rizza fell to the ground coughing, but collected himself quickly stepping to beside Val. “Get your pokemon and fuck off. We have no more business to discuss." The Rocket Rising duo looked at each other and sighed. Calling back their pokemon in a series of blinding flashes they calmly made their way to the front door.

“CHES!" The shout from the kitchen counter caused everyone - including the thugs - to pause and pay attention to the tiny grass pokemon.. “Chespin, SPIN-CHESPIN!"

Rizza looked to his partner and back. “Sorry tiny, we're here for the Zygarde Core. Your beef with the Hakamo-o is yours." The two black suited men then stepped out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Suddenly the Chespin felt very alone, and very outnumbered. “Che… Che…" It slowly backed away from Jeremy, who was standing with shoulders slumped. Dusty had moved further into the living area to watch the thugs leave, and Carmen was blocking the way to the sliding door. So with little elsewhere to go, the small pokemon backed himself into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it behind him.

“Hak-"

“NO!" Thomas shouted, jabbing an accusatory finger in Jeremy's direction. “Later." He grabbed Jeremy's ball and recalled him much to the shock of the other four. “Get him to the Pokecenter NOW!" He commanded, pointing to Eric as he strode over to the bathroom door. Dusty, Carmen and Griff got to work lifting Eric up onto the Mudbrays back as Thomas knocked. “Can we talk? Just you and me."

At first there was silence, but eventually the man heard footsteps followed by the door unlocking. He waited a moment for the pokemon to get clear before pushing it open, stepping in quietly and closing the door behind him. The Chespin was standing in the middle of the room, sobbing. Without a word, Thomas walked over beside the bath and sat down on the tile floor, holding his arms open for the small pokemon to receive a hug. The Chespin nervously approached, but clambering over the man's lap, eventually gave in and landed on Thomas' chest. The man's arms wrapped around the small pokemon, holding him tight as the Chespin finally let his tears flow.

Sobs and wails bled out from under the bathroom door as Thomas tried to comfort the little guy, the man thinking whatever Jeremy had done must have been horrific to have affected the young pokemon this badly. It took some time, but eventually the Chespin's sobs turned to whimpered breaths as he rested against the man's chest.

'Jeremy killed his trainer.' The voice in Thomas' head would have made him jump if he hadn't felt that strange haze fall on him just before. 'Though I sense it may have been justified.'

'Link us. Like with Griff.' Thomas asked.

'He is allied with Rocket Rising. If he knows about me-'

'I won't tell him about you. I'll make something up.'

'It is done.' The Zygarde relaxed both Thomas and the Chespin's minds, acting as a bridge between them like he had the night before.

Thomas reached over, tapping a couple buttons on his pokedex, essentially just getting it to beep. “There we go." Thomas spoke. He could tell Zygarde was doing his thing because the Chespin froze, slowly turning wide eyed to meet Thomas' gaze. “I see it's working." The Chespin scrambled to his feet next to the man, looking from him to the pokedex and back. “We started off on the wrong foot. Thomas." He held his hand out for the Chespin to take, which he did after some time.

<Chespin.> It offered, shaking the man's hand slowly and cautiously. <How, how are you->

“Never mind that." Thomas said, tapping the pokedex. “I want to know what's happened between you and the Hakamo-o."

<Isn't he 'your' Hakamo-o?> The Chespin asked nervously.

“Not if he's going around killing people, he's not. But things are complicated right now - as you saw - and I need to know how it all went down. So tell me what happened."

The Chespin took a few deep breaths, staring around the room. Thomas could feel a weird haze fall down over his vision as the Zygarde pushed deeper into the Chespin's mind, drawing up the memories of that stormy evening. <Last week, when it was really stormy.> He began, eyes squinted closed as the visions of the day played across his mind. <Master found the Hakamo-o collapsed by the side of the creek. He said that he was a killer, and there was a reward for his capture.> The Chespin advanced the memory to Jeremy waking in the back of the truck. <He woke up before we could drive back to the Pokecenter, he demanded to be let go. He-> the memory was fuzzy, but Zygarde helped to clear it up, the mumbled words getting clearer. <He said his trainer was, was being hunted?>

Thomas nodded. “Those two you came in with have been after me since Milra." The Chespin's eyes went wide, mouth open in shock as he realised what he'd done. But Thomas waved it away. “You weren't to know, and besides, nobody got hurt. Well, except Eric." The Chespin went a little pale, falling into a sitting position as he realised he was part of that particular assault, even if he didn't throw a punch. “But my friends out there are taking him straight to the local pokecenter right now. He'll be fine." Thomas hoped against hope he was right about that. “So Jeremy's tied up in the back of the car, and…"

The Chespin blinked a few times, getting his mind back on track. <And he broke free. Escaped through the back and down the road. Master was going to kill him, but I.. I…> Zygarde played the visual of the Chespin begging for his master not to kill the Hakamo-o through Thomas' head.

“You tried to stop him?" The Chespin burst into tears at that, Thomas collecting the little pokemon and holding him tight to his chest once more. “Shush shush shush… It's okay. Let it out."

<I didn't want anyone to get hurt, but he shot him, and then he- he…> The sight of Jeremy deflecting a shotgun round to the back before being crippled by one to the ankle made Thomas shudder. But the glowing armour plate slicing through the car to cause the explosion was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

Thomas had seen enough. He understood what was behind Jeremy's mode of thinking, and understood why this Chespin had it out for him. He held the pokemon until his sobs returned to whimpers before speaking. “I can't bring your trainer back, but I can try to make amends." He sighed, gently patting the small pokemon's head. “What did you want of Jeremy?"

The Chespin wanted to say revenge. His mind burned with the hatred for Jeremy for taking his master away, forcing him to be abandoned and alone. Zygarde relayed this to Thomas before the man politely inferred not wanting to know by trying to ignore the thoughts and sensations. <I-... I don't know.> He muttered, sobbing again. <He took Master away, and now there's nobody.>

“Doesn't your master have family?" Thomas asked, hoping for there to be someone the little pokemon could go to, avoiding the nightmare of adoption centers.

But he shook his head. <If he did, he didn't speak of any.>

'Shit.' Thomas thought. 'What the fuck am I going to-'

'It is lonely out here.' The Zygarde mentioned. 'Perhaps he may be willing to travel with me?'

Thomas looked puzzled 'But I thought you were travelling with me?'

'Given the arrival of those two men, I believe some measure of distance should be kept between us. I hope they believe your lie about me in the cave-'

'Sorry if that was offensive, I tried to make it-'

'Believable, yes. You did. Were I not able to sense your motives, I am sure you would have been quite convincing. You are a good Human with which I can trust. But I feel I need a pokemon that I may trust as well. I had hoped Jeremy would be willing, but he has shown his feelings towards me, and I fear we may never see eye-to-eye.'

Thomas took a deep breath. “A long time ago," he spoke softly, as though reciting a fairytale to a child “a special being was tasked with keeping the planet safe. Not just pokemon, or the trees, the rivers or seas, but the world itself." Chespin looked up at the man, who smiled back down at him. “This pokemon was called Zygarde. If there is a threat to the environment, Zygarde will be there to stop it."

<Zygarde?> The pokemon queried, thinking back. <That's what Rocket Rising are looking for.>

“That's right. Not long ago, an explorer stumbled upon a Zygarde Core. Up until then, it had only been a legend, but the explorer was holding it in his hand, proof of the great guardian." Thomas sounded amazed, hyping Parker's discovery up. “But Rocket Rising heard about the find, and set out to take the guardian for themselves. So they killed the explorer and tried to take the Zygarde by force!" Chespin's eyes went wide again as he got involved in the story. “So the explorer - with his dying breath - ordered his pokemon to take the Zygarde somewhere safe. But the pokemon was unable to go anywhere without being spotted - he was, after all, a pokemon without a master - and it wasn't long before Rocket Rising tracked him down."

<Did they catch him?> The Chespin asked quickly, one paw grasping Thomas shirt nervously.

“They almost did, but Jeremy ran into me, and I beat ten shades of shit outta the Rocket guy. Well, that's before his pokemon stopped chasing Jeremy to protect their master."

<So you really were carrying the Zygarde?> The Chespin asked, amazed.

“Not just carrying, we've become friends. And we did get separated in the cave, that much is true. But…"

The small pokemon looked around the room, waiting for an answer before staring at thomas and repeating <But…>

“It wants to meet you."

<Me?> he squeaked.

“It wants to make you an offer." Thomas said, placing the Chespin back on his feet. “It is sorry you have been separated from your master, and wants to help make amends given it was the pokemon tasked with protecting it who killed your master."

'That's not-'

'Shush!' “Would you like to meet it?"

The Chespin looked around, not sure if the Zygarde was in the room with them now, or somewhere else. <Y-yes?> He said nervously.

“Come." Thomas walked over to the bathroom door and opened it, leading the Chespin out of the room and through the living area. Carmen was standing patiently in the kitchen, waiting for the man to reappear. But Thomas had something on his mind, leading the small pokemon to the sliding doors, only acknowledging his pokemon partner with a serious nod. Rain poured into the room as he ushered the Chespin outside, closing the door behind them to leave Carmen quite confused as to what was going on.

Through the driving rain they walked towards the forest, eventually finding some solace amongst the massive tree trunks and tall canopy. “We're here." Thomas spoke to the trees, making a show of it. From between two trunks the black and green canine proudly presented itself. The Chespin hid behind Thomas' leg. “It's okay, he's friendly." Thomas encouraged the tiny pokemon to step forward.

<I understand you are the pokemon in need of a friend.> The Zygarde audibly spoke, keeping up appearances.

<Yes…> The Chespin agreed, but kept his distance.

<You may approach.> At Zygarde's request, he carefully made his way over to the legendary pokemon. The colours across Zygardes back shifted, a large green hexagonal spot spread to cover the centre portion of it's back while the green scarf-like protrusion doubled back to connect at the other side, forming a kind of ribbony set of reins.

Thomas could hear some soft conversation between the two, but eventually Chespin leapt upon the Zygarde's back like one would mount a Rapidash, and held the Reins tight. <Thank you Thomas.> He said before the two bounded off into the woods.

Left alone with the rain dripping down from overhead and the wind blowing through chilling him to the bone, Thomas quickly made his way back inside. Carmen attempted to get his attention but he went straight for the phone. Drawing a business card from his wallet, the man punched in Dr. Coral's mobile.

“Doctor Marion Coral, who am I speaking to?" came the curt and stressed sounding voice on the other end.

“Doctor!"

“Thomas? Are you-"

“They beat the shit out of Eric!"

“WHAT!? WHO?" It was the response Thomas was expecting, and he wasn't about to go easy on those thugs.

“Two Rocket arsehats. Val and Rizza. I chased em off and sent the faster half of my crew to get him to the Pokecenter asap."

“Thanks, I'll be right there!" She exclaimed before hanging up.

Thomas held the phone tight in his hand as he felt the stress of the evening build up inside him. “CUNTS!" He screamed, pitching the receiver at the wall, the plastic phone shattering from the impact as he finally broke down crying. Carmen was quick to his side, practically carrying the man to the bed. She got in alongside him, spooning him as he let the pain wash over and through him.

Jeremy, a killer. A Chespin orphaned. Eric beaten to near death. All because of him. He chose to take the Zygarde down route 13. He pushed Jeremy away, forcing him to do what he had to to stay safe. He spent the afternoon fucking away while Eric was being tortured in his hotel room. It was all his fault.

Thomas' sobs took his breath away, and in a haze of purple and green, he hyperventilated himself into unconsciousness.

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