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It had been only a day since Ronan had met Seifer. Since then, the two had spent quite a lot of time talking and hanging out. They had already decided to battle to test each other, and that's where they were. They had to wait a day for their slot on the sign-up sheet, but it was well worth it. The arena was a classic, flat battle-field with green flooring and a pokeball image in the center. There were viewing areas behind near-unbreakable glass for spectators.

One of the ship employees was acting as ref, a young woman by the name of Marcie. "This will be a standard three on three battle," she declared in her announcer voice. "Substitutions are allowed and the battle will continue until all three Pokemon are unable to battle or either trainer calls it off. Are both trainers ready?" Ronan and Seifer stood in their trainer boxes, each of their six Pokemon standing next to them. Everyone seemed surprised at how they had none of their Pokemon in their balls, but everyone wanted to watch, so it couldn't be helped. They both nodded, already having decided their first choices. "Then you may begin!"

Simultaneously, they both ordered their first choices out. “Night, go!” Seifer commanded. The wolf-like pokemon jumped onto the field with a smirk and a growl.

“Nengan, let’s heat it up!” Runan said as the fire lizard ran onto the field, his tail’s flame burning brighter as the excitement of getting to battle again began to set in.

Night licked his lips as he stared down Nengan. “Well, well,” the mightyena said in a playful tone, “aren’t you just a hot piece of ass. Bet you’d feel great wrapped around my knot.”

Nengan snickered a bit. “I likely would,” he admitted. “Too bad you’ll be too busy recovering from burns and regrowing your fur to find out.”

“Feisty lizard, aren’tcha?” Night replied. “This oughta be fun. Hope you like it rough.” He let out a competitive but friendly growl.

“Hope you like it hot,” Nengan countered.

“Let’s start things out with a flamethrower,” Ronan said. Nengan quickly let out a powerful burst of flames at Night.

“Too slow!” Night said as he easily dodged to the side. As soon as he landed he sprinted forwards, closing the gap between the two of them at worrying speed.

“Take down!” Seifer ordered. Nengan quickly tried to side-step the dashing wolf, but Night seemed to read his movements and altered directions enough to land a firm hit. Nengan braced himself for the impact of the hard head hit him in the chest, knocking him back several feet.

Ronan frowned at how quick the mightyena was. He could already tell that he was incredibly well-trained and had a lot more experience. It was unlikely for him to win if all of Seifer’s pokemon were like this, but he wasn’t going to back down. “Nengan, dragon breath!” A large blast of blue breath was blasted from Nengan’s mouth. Night tried his best to dodge, but he got grazed on his side.

Night growled as the pain from the attack. He hadn’t been expecting such a strong attack from someone so new to the battling game. He’d felt much worse, but he realized that he’d underestimated the kid. “Snarl,” Seifer commanded calmly. Night let out a nasty-sounding snarl as a deep purple orb appeared in front of his mouth, soon shooting it back at Nengan.

“Dodge and fire spin!” Ronan said. Nengan was quick to obey. The snarl attack couldn’t change directions, so Nengan was able to evade it fairly easily, retaliating with a spiraling flamethrower. Night didn’t seem too concerned. In fact, he was quite focused as he watched the flames get nearer and nearer. He suddenly jumped forward between the spiraling cone of flames, landing between two lines of flames before jumping up out from between another gap in the flames. His tail got hit with the flames on the exit, but it was minor compared to what came next.

“Dark pulse,” Seifer said so calmly it was almost creepy. A dark purple energy sprang from the canine’s mouth. Nengan tried to dodge it, but it was too fast. A direct hit blasted Nengan back to the edge of the arena, rolling several times before stopping.

“Nengan, are you okay?” Ronan yelled. He was completely taken aback by the force of the attack. He hadn’t realized just how strong Seifer’s pokemon were. Nengan struggled to get up. He rose to his feet, but by the way he was holding his arm, it was clear he was injured. “Alright, come on back.”

Nengan walked over and sat down behind Ronan to rest. Masu growled at the ‘yena and said, “Put me in. I wanna teach this pup a lesson.”

Ronan nodded. “Masu, you’re up. Aqua jet!” Masu wasted no time in jumping into the field. His body became surrounded in a flow of water as he flew towards the ‘yena. Night managed to jump out of the way just before Masu made contact. “Two.” Masu quickly got out of the aqua jet mode and shot an ice beam at the floor where Night was about to land, turning it into a slippery sheet. Night stood no chance in keeping stable as he landed. His paws slipped from underneath him, giving Masu the perfect opportunity to land a direct attack. “Three.” Masu’s fins began to glow a bright white before he swung them at the collapsed canine. Despite his best attempt to crawl off the ice, the razor wind attack landed a direct hit. “Awesome! Nice job Masu!”

“That was an impressive combo you pulled off,” Seifer complimented. “Don’t get too cocky, though. Night’s not done yet. Sucker punch!” Night quickly got back up on his paws before dashing forwards, closing the gap between the two pokemon at a rapid pace.

“Slip him up, Masu!” Ronan instructed. Masu shot ice beams at the floor in front of Night, but the swift canine kept side-stepping the icy patches. He made sure not to jump far either to avoid giving the buizel time to shoot where he would land again. As Night drew in closer, Ronan commanded, “Counter with aqua tail!” Masu's tails suddenly became surrounded by swirling water. Just as Night came in for a headbutt styled sucker punch attack, Masu jumped up with a front flip to slam his tails into the canine.

The two attacks collided. Masu's water-enhanced tails hit Night's shoulder while Night slammed his head into Masu's belly. They both went sprawling backwards from the impacts. It was clear to anyone that they were both hurting from the hits, but they stubbornly got back up, ready for more.

"You okay, Masu?" Ronan asked

Masu nodded and replied, "It'll take more than a hard head to put me out. You just focus on figuring out a strategy to beat this mutt."

"What's the matter?" Night asked smugly. "Not clever enough to win by yourself?"

Masu growled lowly. He loathed to be mocked about his intelligence. "I may not be the smartest in the group," Masu admitted, "but I've held my own against stronger pokemon than you before I joined Ronan's team. I may not be the best at coming up with complicated strategies, but that's why I rely on Ronan. I may not be clever enough to beat you on my own, but I'll be damned if I lose to you when I have my trainer backing me up."

"You got this, Masu!" Yari yelled.

"Yeah, kick his ass for me!" Nengan chimed in.

Seifer and Night both seemed amused by Masu's speech. Night gave a nod of approval before saying, "In that case, give me your best shot. Let's see if your strength can beat mine."

Seifer smirked. "Alright, Night," he said, "let's finish this off with a dark pulse!"

"Aqua jet!" Ronan instructed. Just as Night let out a powerful dark pulse attack, Masu became surrounded by water as he flew through the air directly at Night. The dark beam of energy drew closer to Masu as he jetted towards it. Their eyes locked. Night knew Masu had the maneuverability in that stream of water, about to redirect it easily. He would have to turn his head in the right direction to alter the beam attack's trajectory and land a hit. The question was if he could predict which direction Masu would swerve to. Mere inches away, Masu quickly moved down and to the left. Night quickly tried to match the direction, but as he did, Masu spiraled around the beam, evading the attack by less than an inch as he drew closer to the vulnerable canine. With only a foot to go, the water around Masu suddenly took on an icy-like quality. It still was fluid around Masu, but the outer part of the water was frozen with icicles sticking out.

Needless to say, everyone was shocked by the turn of events. Masu barreled into the mightyena with a resounding crack of ice. Night was thrown backwards, all the way into the wall. He let out a yelp of pain as he hit the hard wall, and another one as he landed on the floor. Masu, meanwhile, stood on all fours, panting heavily as he stared at the downed pokemon.

"Night!" Seifer exclaimed in surprise.

The referee drew a flag up and declared, "Night is unable to battle."

"Damn," Seifer muttered as he recalled Night into his ball. "Never seen anything like that before."

"Honestly," Ronan admitted, "it's new for us as well."

Seifer laughed in genuine amusement. "Nothing like a challenging battle to bring out a new strength, am I right?"

"Apparently," Ronan agreed. Masu groaned softly before falling onto his side. "Masu?"

"It appears that Masu is unable to continue to battle," the referee said.

"Looks like that was the last of his energy," Seifer observed.

"Yeah," Ronan agreed. "Return." Masu disappeared into his ball.

Leon spoke up, "Put me in. If anyone has a chance of beating two Pokemon in a row, it's me."

Ronan nodded. “Yeah, you’re in Leon.” Leon jumped forward into the arena, his burners in full blast.

Seifer smirked and said, "Slick, your turn."

The average-looking golduck walked into the arena. "Cool, " Slick said casually, "been wanting to trounce another fire type."

"You'll just be another water type who thought their type advantage would best me," Leon retorted.

"Good for you," Slick said honestly. "Always feels great when you beat the odds. Best of luck doing it with me."

Leon was slightly confused at his friendliness, but didn't let it bother him. Not bothering to wait for Ronan to give him an order, he blasted a powerful flamethrower at Slick. The golduck quickly side-steps it, but Leon was prepared for that. He focused on the flames and willed them to redirect and return to try to hit Slick in the back.

“Behind you, Slick!” Seifer called out. Slick looked back and saw the fire coming at him. “Confusion!” Slick’s eyes glowed a bright purple and so did the flames. Much to Leon’s surprise, the attack went right by Slick and barreled at Leon. Leon just stood there as the flames got nearer. Once they got close enough, they spiraled around him and returned to the fire spouting from his vents. Seifer and Slick both seemed confused as the attack did absolutely nothing. “Wait, was that flash fire?”

“That’s right,” Ronan said with a smirk, “so sending his attacks back at him won’t do a bit of good for you. Leon, flame wheel!” Leon wasn’t exactly fond of being ordered how to fight, but figured he’d play by their rules for the moment. His flames burst around his entire body as he curled into a ball and rolled forward at an impressive speed.

“Slick, hydropump!” Seifer ordered. Slick opened wide as a jet of incredibly powerful water shot out at the rolling quilava. Leon didn’t bother trying to avoid the attack. He rolled straight into the attack. The high-powered water slowed his progress, but surprisingly didn’t halt him. Leon barreled through the hydropump attack and bashed straight into the golduck who had not expected that sort of willful determination. The power of the flame wheel attack, however, was lowered not only by the type disadvantage, but because Leon was unable to achieve the speed required to get the most out of the attack. The flames of the attack clearly hurt the water-type, but the impact barely made him move. “Aqua tail!” Slick quickly spun around and batted Leon away with a water empowered tail.

Leon landed back on his side of the field on all fours. He huffed in annoyance at the double direct hit from water attacks. He was strong and durable, but he knew he couldn’t keep letting that happen. Slick asked, “You alright, bud? I figured you’d’ve at least tried to dodge it. I guess it worked well enough, though. You definitely got me.” The golduck rubbed at the light burns on his chest. They looked uncomfortable, but they weren’t as severe as Leon’s injuries. And it was only the beginning of the match.

Ronan took a moment to consider their best course of action. A water-type pokemon with strong psychic abilities was a difficult match-up against Leon. He'd seen plenty of battles where psychic types would easily overpower their opponents with their telekinetic power. It was a cheap tactic, but perfectly legal. Being able to redirect ranged attacks was also hampering Leon. It didn't hurt him, but it would prevent ranged attacks from dealing damage to Slick. Combine those with his natural water attacks that were super effective against Leon's fire typing, and it added up to bad odds. He wouldn't give up, though. So long as Leon wanted to continue, he'd put his all into finding a way for him to win.

"Leon, use lava plume," Ronan instructed. Leon did as he was told. He focused his heat into the vents on his back and blasted out over a dozen blue fireballs to rain down on the field. "Now flame charge!" Leon smirked as he realized the tactic. He dashed forward as he surrounded himself in intense flames.

"Send them back and dodge him," Seifer said. Slick's eyes turned blue again as he started redirecting the fireballs towards Leon. Just as Ronan had expected, slick could only control a few of them at a time. His psychic abilities were impressive, but he still wasn't a true psychic type. Slick made sure to redirect all the fireballs just before Leon got within range. He jumped to the side and avoided the charging attack, but Leon had expected this. He took back control of one of the fireballs that had missed him and sent it flying directly into slick while he was in mid-air. Slick fell on his side, giving Leon the opportunity to follow up the attack.

"Inferno!" Ronan called out. Leon hadn't even needed the instruction. The moment the fireball hit, he skidded to a stop and was building up the power for the attack. He let out an intensely hot flame at the golduck.

"Watch out!" Seifer warned. It was the first time he seemed worried throughout the entire match. Slick tried to get up and use his psychic powers to redirect the attack again, but his focus was hazy from the impact on the floor. Try as he might to escape the flames before they reached him, they were successful in scoring a painful blow before he could move out of the way.

"Hot! Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!" Slick yelped in pain as he patted out the remaining flames on him after he crawled out of the stream attack. "Hot damn, you sure can raise the temp on those things." Despite the intensity of the attack, and the clear pain he was in, he still was being courteous as he addressed his opponent. "I gotta ask, though, how are you managing to redirect the flames like that? Never seen someone do that without psychic powers. You a psychic?"

"No," Leon said, "fire just obeys me."

"You sure got some interesting pokemon, Ronan," Seifer said with a genuine smile. "New attacks, unusual abilities. What's your secret?"

"Don't have one," Ronan said honestly. "Maybe I'm just lucky with the ones who joined me." He shrugged to emphasize his innocence.

"Maybe," Seifer mused. "Luck will only get you so far, though." He looked at Slick with a fond smile. "Let's show him what can be achieved through hard work and experience. Psychic attack!"

"Hope you can handle this," Slick said with an unnerving smirk. His eyes glowed a bright blue which was soon mirrored around Leon's body. Leon suddenly was floating upward. He was about to call Slick out for a cheap trick, but it came out as a yelp when his body was thrown up into the ceiling before being brought back hard into the ground.

Ronan growled under his breath. He had feared this outcome. He also had planned for it. "Leon, lava plume! He can't control many things at once." Leon waited until he was lower before shooting out another volley of fireballs and directing them at Slick. Just as anticipated, Slick had to release Leon from the telekinetic control. Rather than trying to redirect them, though, he simply dodged away to have them hit the ground and explode.

"Hydropump!" Seifer said.

"Quick attack," Ronan countered. Just as Slick sent out another high-powered jet of water, Leon dashed forward at blurring speed. He dodged to the side of the water attack as he closed in.

"Psychic!" Seifer said. It was too late, though. Slick couldn't pull up his psychic ability quickly enough before Leon landed his quick attack on him, stunning him temporarily.

"Aura sphere!" Ronan instructed.

"Aura sphere?" Seifer asked in confusion. Leon made a quick ball of aura in his forepaw before slamming it into Slick. Slick was thrown back from the force of the blow. Neither Seifer nor Slick had expected such a power behind an attack that quilavas can't normally learn. Slick landed several feet away with a hard this on the ground. "C'mon, Slick, that's not gonna keep you down is it?"

Slick shook his head as he got back up onto his feet. "Hot damn," he said, "that sure did pack a punch! Haven't been hit that hard since that tyranitar sucker punched me back in Johto!"

Leon was still confused by Slick's attitude. He had just sent him flying and he was complimenting him. "Uh… thanks?" Leon said, his normal witty retorts not working at the moment.

"Of course," Slick said cheerily, "always give credit where it's due. You're quite an impressive fighter. As good as you are, though, you lack the experience needed to outmatch me." Without a command, Slick let shoot another hydropump, one that looked to be even more pressurized than the others. Leon countered with another inferno attack. The two streams of opposing elements clashed. For a moment they seemed to be steadily fighting each other off, but that didn't last long. The water burst through the flames with an increase in power and slammed into Leon. It was a long ten seconds of a constant water barrage before Slick eased up.

Leon was just lying there. Everyone waited for him to move. The referee gave him some time before declaring, "Leon is unable to battle, Slick is victorious!"

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It was three days after the battle. No one had any hard feelings about the battle, especially after Seifer informed them that he'd come in third when he'd entered the Johto league. The fact that his team had gotten so far in the battle against such a skilled trainer and such powerful pokemon filled Ronan with pride. Leon, however, hadn't taken the loss quite as well. It had taken him only a day to recover, and he'd spent the last two training nearly constantly, only taking breaks to eat.

At first, Masu offered to spar with him so they could both train, but after eight hours of practice battles, Masu left to go relax. Xerxes was quick to take his place in hopes of a thorough training session with his master. He lasted nearly forty hours before crawling back to the room to collapse in exhaustion. Ronan had been making sure to check on Leon every few hours and bring food and water to make sure he wouldn't forget to take care of himself. This, along with warranted worry, is what brought Ronan to Leon again.

Ronan walked in with a bowl of mixed spicy berries. He found Leon still going at it, practicing his attacks. He looked exhausted, his flames were low, he was sweating profusely from the excessive exercise, and it looked like he was about to pass out. Despite all this, he was still standing and currently focusing on his aura sphere attack. He was standing on his hind legs and held both hands out in opposite directions. He was gathering aura in both, trying to double the attack capabilities by summoning two simultaneously. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't able to maintain them, and they ended up backfiring and sending Leon back several feet and falling to his back.

"Leon," Ronan called out worriedly, "you have to be careful!" He rushed over to the exhausted quilava. He kneeled down and placed the bowl of berries next to him. "Eat." Leon grunted his stubborn grunt, but ate some nonetheless. "You need some rest."

"I've gone on longer training sessions than this one," he countered. "I'm fine."

"You're exhausted," Ronan said. "You're never going to become stronger if your style of training involves abusing yourself like this. You're gonna end up hurting yourself and be in recovery again."

"Don't think you know my limits," Leon growled. "I may have lost to Slick, but I can still kick your puny human ass." His burners flared a bit in anger.

Ronan sighed and sat down in front of Leon. He could see the weariness in Leon's eyes. He had been pushing himself too hard. Ronan knew he'd have to get through to him before he hurt himself or someone else with his training. "You could," he said, "but what would that prove? Humans are obviously no match for most pokemon. That's why we've taken to helping them train, not just for our benefit but for yours."

"You've been doing a pretty shit job for me," Leon spat. "You don't even deserve to call yourself a trainer when I've had to do this all myself."

Ronan felt a sting at the comment. He knew this wasn't the normal Leon, though, so he let it slide. "If you recall," Ronan countered, "I offered to help, but you rejected my ideas, saying that they wouldn't push you hard enough." Leon huffed in annoyance, having forgotten that bit of information in his weariness. He chomped on some of the berries, his hunger finally showing itself as he devoured the food ravenously. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I don't know your limits. Maybe you don't either."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Leon snapped. "You think I don't know what I can handle?" He was standing up taller now, his flames bursting from his back as he tried to intimidate the larger human.

Ronan didn't even flinch. He was willing to take a hit or several if it meant getting through to Leon. "Masu once told me something that really made this trainer and pokemon relationship make much more sense to me. He said that a lot of pokemon tend to accept being trained because we humans have a better grasp on limitations. He said that a lot of pokemon won't realize that they're simply outmatched in a fight and won't win no matter how hard they fight."

Leon rolled his eyes. "That's why I'm training," he retorted. "I couldn't beat Slick, and I see how strong he is. So I'm gonna train until I can kick his ass into the ground so hard that he forgets he ever beat me."

Ronan sighed and continued, "I think this idea extends beyond just fighting and into training, as well." He motioned towards the dishevelled quilava. "You're exhausted. You haven't eaten a full meal for two days and you're clearly dehydrated. Even fire types need to drink fluids and you're avoiding water like the plague."

"It is the plague for fire-types," Leon grumbled.

"Then at least drink some fruit juice. You like that, don't you?"

Leon was quiet for awhile. The short break was enough for his fatigue to catch up to him. "Fine," he muttered reluctantly. "But we're gonna talk training while we eat. Find an actual good workout and training regimen for me."

Ronan smiled and nodded. The two of them went to one of the pokemon friendly dining areas and had a nice meal. Even with just having a snack, Leon gobbled up enough food to feed a zebstrika. As promised, Ronan helped him find a balanced training system that would push him to his limits while not straining or injuring himself. After they finished eating, they went back to their room.

"Now that we got you fed and hydrated," Ronan offered cheerily, "how about I give you a good brushing?" He rubbed Leon's head a bit, tousling around the already messed up fur. "You could really use one."

Leon rolled his eyes. He didn't normally like being touched and petted like that. He found it condescending, especially when it was a human trying to do it. He'd burned hands for stuff like that. He found it much less irritating coming from Ronan, though. He thought back to how Draco said that Ronan was much different than most humans and was starting to see what he meant by that. The quilava nodded. "Sure," he replied, "if you want to."

Ronan chuckled inwardly at Leon's reluctance to show his more sensitive side. He already knew it existed with how emotional he got over his loss. He didn't push it, though. He grabbed the brush and patted his lap for Leon to get on him. "I very much would like to brush you, Leon. It's actually pretty relaxing for me."

Leon shrugged and laid himself over Ronan's legs. Ronan immediately got to work, running the brush through his fur. Ronan hadn't been lying about enjoying the activity. The smooth motions of brushing through Leon's silky fur was almost meditative. The brush slid through without much trouble. Unlike Ike's, Leon's fur didn't seem to tangle easily which allowed Ronan to focus more on smoothening it out. Ronan couldn't resist the urge to pet Leon's back as well as brush it. The feeling of his soft, heated fur on his skin was very satisfying. It sent a deep warmth radiating from his fingers and up his arm. It was an oddly soothing warmth. "Your fur feels really nice," Ronan said softly.

"I get that a lot," Leon replied, not even moving. "It's the soft heat, isn't it? Everyone seems to love it." He was starting to relax at the soft petting and brushing. It actually felt really good for him. He closed his eyes and let the human pamper him. The gentle strokes soon urged a soft, pleased purr from the quilava without him even realizing it.

"Sounds like you're enjoying this, too," Ronan observed. Leon huffed softly, mildly annoyed that his purring gave him away. Ronan seemed to sense this and offered, "If you want me to keep that a secret, I'll happily oblige. And I'll give you all the pettings you want, too. All kept secret should you desire."

"This definitely doesn't get out," Leon said firmly. "And I'll consider your other offer."

It was clear to Ronan that Leon valued his image a lot. He wanted to be seen as an unbeatable, powerful badass, but deep down he had a soft side and was just like everyone else. Having finished fixing up Leon's fur, Ronan gave him a few kind scratches between the ears. "All prim and proper," he said cheerily. "If there's anything else you'd like from me, I'm more than happy to help in whatever way I can."

Leon smirked at his offer. He wasn't surprised by the sentiment. He'd long since figured out that Ronan would do literally anything for his pokemon. It was one of the things that made him a tolerable human in Leon's eyes. "Well," Leon said in a teasing tone as he looked up at Ronan, "it has been three days since I got any action. I was thinking about having some fun with one of the others since I'm not generally attracted to humans, but I think I could make an exception for you."

Ronan smiled and nodded. "Whatever you desire," Ronan said with a few more strokes to the quilava's back.

"I figured as much," Leon said. He moved off Ronan and rested his back against the headboard. "Just as a warning, I can get pretty verbal. I like to tell people their place while I have my way with them. Will that be a problem?"

Ronan barely thought before answering, "Of course not. Whatever makes you happiest." He crawled forward and rubbed at Leon's hip as he gave him a warm smile. "So, what is it that you'd like from me?"

"First of all," Leon said, "you're to call me Master until we're done, and for every future time I fuck you. Understood?"

Ronan already could see where this was going. Yari had mentioned how much Leon liked being seen as a master, so it didn't surprise him, but it was still slightly embarrassing. He had already agreed, though, and he was a man of his word. Besides, how could he refuse his friend like that? He nodded and said in an obedient tone, "Yes, Master."

Leon used his flame control to form a solid collar around Ronan, identical to the one worn by Xerxes and Yari. It was one of the few things he could make like that. "Good pet," he murred. "Gonna be a good, little boi for Master, right?"

Ronan nodded again. He'd had some experience with dominant types from Masu, so he knew exactly how to act. "What would you like for me to do for you, Master?"

"Strip," Leon ordered. "And you better hurry, or I might just burn them off." Ronan wasted no time in working himself out of his clothes. Leon chuckled softly as he watched the slim human bare himself on command. "Skinny little thing, aren't ya? If it weren't for your workouts with the team, you'd probably be a major twink, huh?" Ronan blushed lightly and nodded. "Glad you're not. I like a bit of muscles on my bitches. Now, you're gonna be a good, little pokeslut and worship my paws until I say otherwise, got it?"

“Worship them?” Ronan asked with some uncertainty. He had an idea of what it might be, but he wanted to make sure he did it right.

“Rub, kiss, lick, suck,” Leon listed off with a smirk, “and be sure to tell me how much you love worshipping me.” He wiggled his little toes temptingly. “I’m sure you’ll be a natural. And if not, I’ll train you to be a perfect, little fuck toy.”

Ronan blushed heavily at the course language. It was oddly exciting to him to be talked down to like that. He knew he probably shouldn’t like it so much, but the idea of being seen as a sex toy to Leon… it aroused him. “I’ll do my best, Master.”

“You better,” Leon replied in a teasing tone, “or else I’ll have to punish you.” Ronan didn’t know what sort of punishment Leon might cook up, but he already knew that it would likely be very embarrassing. He was honestly mildly tempted to try to find out, but his rational brain told him it probably wasn’t a good idea. So he got to work. He knelt down in front of Leon and lowered himself to give one of the paws a curious sniff. Leon suddenly pressed both paws against Ronan’s face, rubbing them around. Ronan’s skin was smooth and oddly nice against Leon’s paws. He placed one right in front of Ronan’s mouth while the other rubbed at his cheek. “Not bad. But get licking.”

Ronan was quick to obey. He gave the paw before him a few curious licks. The taste was surprisingly spicy. Leon’s soft murrs and the pressing of the paws against him urged Ronan to continue. He dragged his tongue from the furry heel to the supple pads. “That’s a good bitch,” Leon purred. “Tell me what you like about them.”

Ronan blushed lightly as he gave a few more licks as he tried to form his thoughts into words. He gave a kiss to one of the pads before finally saying, “I really like how warm and spicy they are. And the soft fur feels great on my cheeks. And the scent.” He pushed his nose against Leon’s paw and inhaled through his nose deeply, the spicy musk invading his mind with its strength. “So good.”

Leon smirked devilishly. “If you think that scent is good, just wait until I let you worship my cock.” Ronan looked past the paws and at the tip that was already peeking out from his sheath. Ronan could already tell that his scent closer to his groin would be ten times stronger than that of his paws. He was tempted to just go for it and move past his paws to take a whiff, but he knew he’d be punished if he didn’t give him the paw worship he desired.

“I look forward to it, Master,” Ronan said as he went back to licking Leon's paws. Leon wiggled his toes more as he relaxed against the headboard. Ronan couldn’t resist the tempting toes; he wrapped his lips around a couple of the toes. He rested his tongue on the toe pads as he gently sucked on them.

"That's a good slut," Leon murred as he reveled in the feeling. He absolutely loved getting his paws worshipped by eager sluts, and the fact that his newest slut was a human had an extra bit of excitement. He'd always found them a bit bland, but the feeling of having one doing his bidding not just willingly, but eagerly, was exciting to him. "Such a dirty, little bitch, aren't you human? Debasing yourself for the pleasure of a pokemon."

Ronan blushed heavily at the dirty talk. There was no way he could deny it. He was on his knees sucking on Leon's toes for his pleasure. He was hard as a rock despite not even having touched himself; all the arousal came from submitting to the dominant pokemon and giving him his kinky pleasure. He released Leon's toes as he murmured softly, "Yes, Master. I'm a dirty, slutty bitch."

"Just a hungry slut for pokemon cock, yeah?" Leon encouraged as he roughly ground his paws all around Ronan's face.

"So hungry," he agreed as he stared longingly at the erecting piece of meat springing from Leon's sheath.

Leon chuckled and rubbed his paws all along Ronan's face more. "I know you are. This is where you belong, servicing us pokemon in whatever way we choose. But you seem to understand that." Leon paused and removed his paws to look at the submissive human. "You are what humans should be. You understand how weak and pathetic your species is, don't you?"

Ronan nodded, "We definitely fall short in combat. Some humans can train enough to beat fighting or normal types, but we definitely have a disadvantage."

"Which is why you decide to enslave us pokemon to fight for you," Leon said with some malice.

"Some, yes," Ronan admitted, confused as to why Leon was bringing this up now.

"And then the ones who win those tournaments, where the pokemon do all the work, call themselves 'pokemon masters,'" Leon spat in aggravation. "I doubt a single one has what it takes to be a true Master. You don't have any delusions of being a master, do you?" Ronan shook his head. "That's good, cuz you're certainly no master. You may be the trainer of this group, but I am the master. You're just my little sex toy, got it?"

Ronan's face turned deep red as he nodded. "Yes, Master," he agreed. "I'm your s-sex toy."

Leon grinned widely as Ronan submitted to him. He leaned forward and rubbed the human's head, "Good pet. Now, time to mark you as mine. You seemed to love my musk, so now it's time you get a better smell." Leon suddenly pulled Ronan so his face gets planted in his crotch. Ronan's nose was pressed against his sheath with his mouth right against his above-average sized balls, and Leon's cock laid on his face.

Ronan let out a surprised gasp from the suddenness of it. Then the scent hit him. It was as if he had just walked into a sauna after a dozen massive pokemon had just finished an exertive session of hot sex. The musk was incredibly overpowering and he couldn't resist sniffing up more of the intoxicating scent. He let his tongue slip out and drag across those fuzzy balls. They were spicy and covered in sweat from the intense training. Ronan moaned out softly as he basked in the intense scent that invaded his mind. It was practically addictive with how good it smelled.

"That's right," Leon purred as he ground his hips forward, rubbing his sheath, balls, and cock all over Ronan's face, "you love worshipping me, don't you?" Ronan nodded slightly. "Gonna mark you properly with my scent. Every pokemon you meet is gonna be able to smell this scent."

"Hmm?" Ronan asked in confusion.

"This musk is gonna stick to you for weeks," Leon said devilishly. "It'll let everyone with a good nose know that you've been marked by an alpha." Leon rubbed the human's face into his sweaty balls more as the scent got stuck onto him. "Humans won't be able to smell it after a day or a shower, but rest-assured, every pokemon will know that you're a slutty little bitch who lets pokemon do whatever they want to him." Ronan whined as his cock grew even harder at the thought. "That's what you want, isn't it? To be the play toy of whatever pokemon decides it's in the mood."

Ronan didn't even think before nodding in agreement. The idea was so dirty, so naughty, so depraved, and yet he found it so exciting and arousing. He even began helping by rubbing his face willingly into his musky crotch, licking and kissing at Leon's sweaty balls with eager anticipation for what hides inside them. Leon murred, "Such an eager, little cockslut. You hunger for my cock, don't you? Tell me how much you want it, and maybe I'll give it to you."

Had someone told Ronan to do that a few months ago, he'd have probably told them to go fuck themselves. Not, though, after tasting the pleasure of submitting to strong, sexy pokemon, he couldn't answer fast enough. "Yes, I want it," he pleaded. "Fuck, you smell so amazing. Taste even better. I wanna taste that cock of yours, Master. It looks so deliciously spicy. I wanna suck on it so badly. I need it."

"Need it, huh?" Leon asked. Ronan nodded. "Well, I suppose I can't deny you what you need." He pulled Ronan's head up enough to let his cock flop in front of his mouth. Ronan gave the tip an appreciative kiss before he slipped the first few inches into his mouth, sealing his lips around it and giving it a gentle suck. The hot spice immediately permeated his senses. It was a hundred times more potent than from his sweat. Ronan's eyes watered a bit from the shocking heat, but he persevered, slowly starting to bob along the top half of his meat while he stroked off the other half.

Leon moaned at the sensation. He grabbed Ronan's hair with one hand to control the pace at which he bobbed, keeping it nice and slow for now. With the slower pace, Ronan decided to focus on his tongue, slowly swirling it around the tip, which was quite pleasant to Leon. The huffy moan that he let out told Ronan to keep it up, which he did with gusto. He licked and sucked on Leon's pointed tip with an eagerness nearly matching Yari's. Unlike Yari, though, he wasn't focused on his own enjoyment of the act, not to say he wasn't loving it, but focused instead on bringing his partner the very best experience he could give them. Leon's huffs and moans were incredibly satisfying to Ronan's ears, knowing that Leon was loving the treatment was arousing him even more.

"Arceus, you're a hungry cockslut, aren't you?" Leon groaned. He pulled Ronan off his shaft and made him look him in the eyes. Ronan had a look of intense submission on his face. Leon could already tell Ronan would be an obedient fucktoy whenever he wanted.

"I'm a very hungry cockslut, Master," Ronan murmured softly.

"Why so quiet there, slut?" Leon asked, already knowing. "Afraid people might overhear how much of a bitch you are for pokemon?"

Ronan blushed and nodded. "Yes, sir," he admitted. "I just don't want anyone to try to take you guys away from me for this."

Leon took a quiet scan of the area with his aura vision and found that no one was within earshot. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course," Ronan said with a chuckle.

"Then call out how much you want me to fuck you," Leon ordered with a develish smirk. "Loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. Beg me to breed that tight boy pussy of yours. And go ahead and add in that I'm a quilava for extra measure."

Ronan was shocked at the order. For all he knew, there could be people right on the other side of the wall. It worked out the last time with Seifer, but the odds of being situated between two other pokephiles was low enough to give him pause. "But-"

"You said you trust me," Leon said. "I promise you that nothing bad will happen. Do this for me, and maybe I'll give that needy cock a bit of sucking before I claim your ass." Leon licked his lips seductively. "I've gotten very good at that from servicing myself."

Ronan mulled it over in his mind. He believed that Leon wouldn't cross this sort of boundary. He was an evil tease, but he wouldn't be cruel enough to have Ronan out himself in such a public place, right? And if the majorly dominant quilava was willing to offer a blowjob, then he must really want to hear Ronan say it. "Alright," Ronan said, "I'll say it."

Leon smirked. "Your trust will be well-rewarded, my slutty, little pet," Leon murred happily.

Ronan took a breath to calm his nerves; even if he did trust Leon, he was still anxious about what could happen if someone overheard. He made sure his voice was steady and put on the most seductive voice he could muster. "Arceus, you're fucking sexy," he started. "Such a big cock for such a small pokemon." He gave Leon's length a lick from base to tip.

"Even bigger than yours and you're twice my height," Leon teased. "Just imagine if I was your height and my size doubled with it."

Ronan did. The image of Leon as a typhlosion with a sixteen inches of hot, throbbing meat burst into his mind and made him let out a soft moan. "Mmm," he practically purred, "quite a sexy image. But I'm glad you're this size." He stroked Leon's length gently. "Much more manageable. This way, you won't have to worry about hurting me too much when you finally bury that big dick into my slutty hole. I've taken this size before with relative ease, so I want you to go as hard as you want. Fuck, this is making me horny." Ronan reached down to stroke himself, but stopped when Leon gave a chastising hit on the head.

"Bad pet," Leon said in a slightly stern voice. "You weren't given permission for that. You don't get to touch yourself unless I say so, got it?"

Ronan nodded, "Yes, Master. Sorry. You're just so sexy. It's so hard not to touch myself. I'll be good for you, though."

Leon rubbed Ronan's head, "Good toy. Now finish your begging."

"Arceus," Ronan continued, "I can't stand it anymore. I need to taste your cock. I need to feel you inside me. Please, Master, can we please continue. I can't wait much longer." He licked at the cock in front of him, but it wasn't enough. He created the whole thing in his mouth. "I need this big quilava cock deep in my throat!"

Leon smirked. "On your back, bitch." His voice dripped with authority and dominance, leaving no room for disobedience. Ronan wasted no time in doing as instructed. "Such an obedient toy," Leon cooed. He got himself on top of Ronan, placing his back paws on his shoulders and his front ones on his hips. He dangled his erect shaft above Ronan's face, leaking pre right on his lips. Ronan immediately licked it up, finding the taste to be quite pleasant with a strong, spicy kick to it. Leon slowly lowered his hips just enough for Ronan to wrap his lips around the hot staff being offered to him. More and more of the spicy meat was stuffed into his mouth. Leon didn’t stop until half of his length was inside the eager human, giving him the chance to lick and suck on him. And Ronan did just that. He obediently dragged his tongue along the offered shaft, coaxing more pre from those fuzzy balls just inches away from him, pre that he was more than happy to swallow up.

Leon moaned as he gave soft humps, teasing the human’s throat with his tip. “That’s a good slut,” he purred, “suck my cock.” Ronan’s hips jerked slightly, making his own dick bounce around with need. “Does the subby, little human want some lickings?” he asked in a teasing tone. Ronan nodded and moaned around the cock in his mouth. “I suppose I did promise, and you’ve been such a good toy for me.” Leon licked his lips before slowly dragging his tongue along Ronan’s length from the base to the tip. That simple action was enough to get a strong spurt of pre and landed on the boy’s hip. “My, my,” Leon teased, “so sensitive. And with just one lick. No wonder you’re such a willing beta.”

Ronan let out a soft moan as he nodded, fully accepting that he was Leon’s beta. He licked and slobbered on the invading meat, allowing Leon to set the pace, not that he had any choice. Leon happily humped into his human’s face, forcing his cock deeper into his spasming throat. “I knew you’d be a good cocksucker,” Leon murred. “I suppose you’ve earned this.” The quilava gripped Ronan’s shaft and took the first few inches into his mouth. Ronan immediately moaned as the intense heat of the quilava’s insides. It was much hotter than he had expected, but surprisingly bearable.

Leon smirked inwardly. He slowly swirled his tongue around the human’s sensitive head. He coaxed out pleasured moans from his human as he teased his cock with his tongue. Before he had gotten the taste for being the highly dominant self he is now, he had spent a fair few nights sucking off either himself or a partner. He didn’t generally disclose this information to people, but Ronan was being such a good pet. Leon murred softly as he bobbed his head along the first few inches, keeping his mouth hot as he sucked gently on the throbbing cock. Salty pre flowed into the quilava’s mouth, a tasty treat that he happily swallowed down.

Ronan was loving the treatment. He never would’ve suspected Leon to be nearly this good at giving head, but he was delighted to be proven wrong. Leon knew exactly where to lick to coax the pleasure from him. He couldn’t have been able to hold back his moans even if he’d wanted to. The heat was absolutely sublime, and it caused him to forget about the cock he was supposed to be servicing. It didn’t take long for Leon to notice how little Ronan was doing, so he decided to give him a reminder.

Without warning, Leon suddenly shoved himself all the way down, forcing all eight inches into Ronan’s unexpecting throat. Ronan nearly gagged and tried to escape, but with his head already against the bed, he had nowhere to move. Leon grinded his crotch against Ronan as he pulled off Ronan’s member. “Naughty pet,” Leon scolded, “ignoring Master’s needs just because you got distracted by a blow job?” Leon gave a few humps, causing his large, musky balls to flop against Ronan’s nose, making it impossible for him to breathe anything but the heavily musk-tainted air. Leon tsked chastisingly. “Here I was trying to be a nice master, and you just had to make me take away your reward.” Leon thrusted roughly into Ronan, filling his throat and making it bulge slightly. Ronan hungrily swallowed around him, massaging his cock with his throat muscles.

“I bet you want to get a good taste of my cum,” Leon teased. “Hungry, little cumslut wants to swallow down every drop I have to give, don’t you?” Ronan nodded and hummed an affirmation. “Too bad. Only good, attentive pets get treats like that. I had been planning on giving you my spicy treat, but it looks like the only place it’s going is up your ass.” Ronan let out a disappointed grona. “Should’ve behaved, then. Maybe you’ll remember next time.” He gave a few more rough thrusts into ronan’s throat before pulling out. “Alright, bitch, on all fours. Gonna fuck properly now.”

“Yes, Master,” Ronan said between pants as he tried to catch his breath. He rolled over onto his hands and knees. If he’d had a tail, it would’ve been raised high.

Leon gripped Ronan’s cheeks and spread them apart, revealing an eagerly awaiting hole. “You humans have such plain bodies,” Leon commented. He slowly slid his hot shaft along the boy’s entrance, grinding playfully along it and getting a needy whine from him. “Let’s hope that you can make up for it in other ways.” Without giving him any time to reply, Leon plunged in balls deep with a single thrust. Ronan let out a very sharp yelp as the initial pain of entry stung his hole. Leon murred in pleasure as Ronan’s ass gripped his shaft firmly. “Just relax,” Leon cooed. “Here, lemme help.” Leon adjusted his body heat from a near-unbearable level to a more manageable, soothing warmth.

Ronan let out a soft moan as Leon became the perfect temperature to sooth his muscles. “Wow,” Ronan practically purred, “that feels really nice.” He grinded his rear back against the soothing quilava and his heated fur.

"Yeah," Leon snickered in amusement as his beta showed just how eager he was, "I bet I do." Leon gripped his pet's hips as he rolled his hips against his plump rear. “Ready to be shown how real alphas fuck?”

Ronan nodded in eager anticipation. Ronan felt that there was something rather intimidating about Leon. It was a strong feeling that he rather enjoyed. When Leon didn’t start immediately, Ronan grinded back some more and said, “Please show me what being with an alpha’s like, Master.”

“You really wanna be bred by me, do ya?” Leon asked. Ronan nodded. “You want me to fuck you without mercy and to use you like my personal beta bitch?” Another more emphatic nod. “You want to be my loyal, little pet and obey all my commands?” Another nod with a much brighter blush. “Happy to oblige.” Leon suddenly started thrusting hard and fast; his hips slapped against Ronan’s ass and each collision brought another sharp, huffy moan from the submissive human.

Despite Leon’s dislike for humans in general, he couldn’t deny how amazing Ronan felt. He would’ve expected the human’s asshole to be much looser with how much a slut he obviously was, but it was pleasantly tight. Tight enough to grip his dick in all the right ways. Leon moaned out softly as he pounded his hips into the boy’s butt, leaning over his back and pushing on him so that his front is down on the bed. “There we go,” Leon murred. “That’s the pose of a good, submissive bitch like yourself. You’ll do well to remember it, pet.”

Ronan let out a needy whine into the mattress. “Yes, Master,” he groaned, barely able to get it out at all between his grunts and moans. The loud clap of furry hips on soft skin rang through the cabin, mixing with the hot moans of Ronan and the soft grunts and chuckles of Leon.

Leon’s claws dug into Ronan’s sides as he humped away at the submissive human. He never thought that he’d ever want to fuck such boring creatures like humans, but Ronan was something different. There was something fun and utterly satisfying about making the human “trainer” to bend to his whims. He playfully licked at Ronan’s back as he let out a soft but dominant growl. “You’re mine, now,” he declared. “No matter what you do or where you go, you’ll always be mine.” Leon strengthened his thrusts, getting even louder moans from the human under him. “Even if we part, you’ll know that you’ll still belong to me. And whenever we meet, we both know that you’ll eagerly be dropping those obstructive clothes to let me pound this slutty ass of yours. Go ahead and tell me I’m wrong if you can.”

Ronan shook his head as he moaned out in delight. "I can't," he breathed. "So good." Ronan gripped the sheets with clenched fists as he submitted to the horny 'lava. Each eager thrust from the smaller creature drove them both closer to climax. “Master... so close!”

Leon smirked and let out a heated breath. “No need to hold back,” he encouraged. “Go on and cum. Show Master how much you love getting your ass bred by a pokemon. Cum for me and show me just how much of a subby slut you are!”

Ronan couldn’t stop himself even had he wanted to, not that he had any desire to. Being Leon’s bitch felt oddly right for Ronan, and he was happy to accept that. He barely lasted another full thrust before he felt his orgasm crash into him. He barely realized how loud he was moaning from it, but feeling his ass clench around the hot, throbbing cock inside him made the experience so much better. For all his bravado and teasing, Leon was still a pokemon. The tight hole clenching around him was enough to get him going wild. He knew his own orgasm was inevitable and he wanted to make it a good one.

“Gonna fill you up, pet!” Leon grunted out with his thrusting. Ronan’s only reply was a needy whine and moan that Leon took as a “go for it.” He didn’t last much longer than Ronan. He likely could’ve held back and gone another half-hour had he desired to, but he wanted to claim his newest pet properly. He gripped the human’s hips even tighter as he hilted the boy. Ronan could feel the quilava’s hot cock throb and twitch as his insides got painted white with the pokemon’s cum.

The both of them began to pant as they basked in the afterglow of their mating session. Several minutes passed before Ronan broke the silence, “Legends, that was hot.”

“Much better than I thought it’d be,” Leon admitted as he rested his body against Ronan’s back.

Ronan looked back at the tired out ‘lava and asked, “Didn’t think I’d be any good?”

Leon slowly pulled out of Ronan and stretched as he replied, “Nothin’ personal; humans just don’t usually do it for me.” Ronan rolled onto his back and patted the area of the bed next to him as an invitation, one that Leon accepted with a smile. He lay next to Ronan as the humans wraps an arm around him. “You’re definitely different, though. Can’t say you’re as attractive as everyone else in our group, but I can’t deny you’re a fun fuck. Especially with how well you can submit to your betters.”

Ronan blushed and chuckled, “Cheeky ‘lava. So, uh, how long you plan on keeping this collar on me?”

“Forever,” Leon replied casually. Ronan’s surprised expression got a snicker from Leon. “What? Don’t tell me you don’t want to,” he teased. “Besides, I’ve seen plenty of humans wearing kinky shit like that out in public without any hassle. I think it looks good on you.”

Ronan’s shocked face turned to a soft smile at the compliment. “What if I don’t feel comfortable with it?” he asked with a touch of nervousness.

Leon shrugged as he said, “Then I take it off. I’m not gonna force ya, at least not out in public. Think about it, though. I bet you’ll find that you’ll like it.” Leon yawned and stretched, the exhaustion finally hitting him. “Maybe try it once out, see how it feels. For now, though, I need to sleep.” It was hardly seconds after he relaxed when he finally fell asleep for the first time in three days, leaving Ronan to consider his offer. It was a tempting offer, Ronan had to admit, and it had a nice feel. Perhaps he could give it a shot at least. Plenty of reasonable explanations other than him being his pokemon’s bitch. He figured that he’d come up with one in the morning. He was quite tired as well, so he snuggled up to the heat-radiating pokemon and fell asleep.