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The collection of pokemon silently munched their dinner as Miriam looked on. They now knew the full measure of what Thomas had been up to these last few days, and how desperate the Rocket Rising crew were to capture him. They had spoken in hushed tones about the small green pokemon, still for the most part unaware of its abilities given the only ones to truly experience it's intellect and capabilities were either hiding in their pokeball or wandering somewhere in a cave. But as the back door to Miriam's office opened slowly - it's occupants looking with a quizzical stare - one of those knowledgeable individuals entered holding a pink blob. “Ditto." It proclaimed proudly.

“Ugh. Dammit." The Gym leader grumbled, striding for the main door. Flinging it open she bellowed into the nearly empty space. “Who's lost a ditto?!" A woman dressed in nondescript clothing raised her hand from across the gym. Miriam looked a little confused, scanning for the Hitmonchan she'd been training with. “C'mere!" She growled.

The woman bounced over. She was wearing the least striking gear Miriam had ever seen. Subdued browns and bluish-greys. Usually trainers wore bright colours, or at least ones that symbolised one or more of their pokemon. Even Thomas went around with a backpack coloured like his Whirlipede. But all her gear was the same dull grey-brown as though she didn't want to be noticed. “Sorry, I-"

Miriam pointed to a sign by the front door. 'All Ditto Must Be Declared Upon Entry' “There's a sign for a reason." She eyed the woman. There was something off about her demeanour, but the gym leader couldn't quite put her finger on it.

“I'm sorry, I thought that was just for challengers." The woman chuckled nervously, running fingers through her shoulder length brown hair.

“When a Ditto transforms, it copies it's target's moves. Some of those who train here have very valuable moves learned from TMs and TRs. Some are even developing new moves. We take theft of intellectual property very seriously!" Miriam stared down the other woman as the ditto came bouncing out of Jeremy's arms and through the doorway.

The woman scooped her pokemon up, giving it a quick hug before zapping it back into its ball. “I'm sorry, I'll make sure to declare my pokemon next time." She looked nervously to the door, then back to the office. On the wall was a map of the local area, with a big gloopy green fingerprint jabbed into a section of forest southeast of the town. She held back a smile. “It's gotten late, I was just leaving anyway."

“Stay safe." Miriam tried to say politely as she eyed the woman collecting her bags before leaving through the front door. “Hmmm…" She hummed concerned before turning back to the somewhat confused occupants of her office. “Nothing. Jeremy, get some food in you, you've got a hard run ahead." She motioned for Hailey to follow her outside, and the Blaziken did so, gently closing the door behind them. They strode to the door and stood looking at the woman walking down the road. “I got a bad vibe from her. Thoughts?"

Hailey stared long and hard at the woman, the two ducking to the side of the entryway as she took a quick glance around. Satisfied she was alone the woman placed her ditto down and it quickly changed into a Hitmonchan. “Blaz!" Hailey uttered, shocked.

“I thought ditto had to be in the presence of the one they were changing into?!" Miriam mumbled, amazed at what she'd just seen. The darker side of her mind began running with all sorts of thoughts regarding what she could do with such a pokemon, but was snapped out of it by Hailey who was pointing her to an empty street. “Shit, where'd they go?" Hailey shrugged, annoyed that the both of them had been lost in consideration and not paying attention. “I've got a bad feeling about this."

They made their way back to the office, Hialey grabbing several poke treats from the kitchenette on the way and stuffing them - along with a couple of potions - into a small pack. Miriam charged through the door. “Time to go."

“Goo?" Carmen pointed to the clock, it being just past nine at night.

“Yeah, change of plans. Jeremy?" She strode behind her desk and retrieved the belt of pokeballs, lobbing it at the Hakamo-o. “Finish up folks." She said to the rest before rummaging through a locker.

Jeremy took a deep breath, shrugging. Mac and Dusty had already finished their food, so zapped them up after a quick nod to see if they were alright. Cav quickly stuffed his faces with the remaining poketreats on the tray, gulping them down victoriously before striking a pose. Jeremy zapped him back with an amused grumble. Lastly was Carmen. She finished her mouthful and waddled over to Jeremy, giving him a big hug. Hailey was next as she walked through the door - pack in hand - being practically tackled by an appreciative Goodra. Once the purple pokemon was done with her hugs, Jeremy returned her to her ball.

“Jeremy," Miriam got the Hakamo-o's attention “I think you're gonna have some trouble on the way. That woman…" She took a deep breath, shaking her head as she exhaled “I dunno. Just, be careful, okay?" Haley walked over, handing Jeremy the small pack, nodding at Miriam. “Here, it's got some treats, some potions, and some stuff for Thomas, when you find him."

Jeremy took the bag, looking from it to the other two and back. “Hak…" He tried saying, but could feel himself choking up. Miriam put a hand on his shoulder, letting him know it was okay. He nodded, sweeping her up in a tight hug in response. She hugged back and they stood there in that embrace for what felt like an eternity before Hailey tapped him on the shoulder. “Hak. Hakamo." He cleared his throat, sliding the pack on and clipping the belt around his chest like a bandelier. With a nod and a few calming breaths, Jeremy started towards the back door.

“Nope." Miriam chuckled. Jeremy looked back in confusion, pointing to the front door with a raised eyebrow. “Also no." He shrugged somewhat impatiently. The gym leader walked past him to the arena, followed by Hailey who motioned for him to join them. Once inside, Miriam walked to a panel on the wall and pressed a few buttons. The sound of a huge mechanism whirring to life silenced Jeremy just as he was about to ask what was going on. But as he saw the large glass dome above slowly open up, he understood which exit he'd be taking. What he didn't understand was how to get up there.

Hailey began stretching. Jeremy looked on inquisitively. Miriam got his attention with a hand wave. “Okay, arms up like this." She held her hands over her head, fingers interlocked. “Keep your body straight, and stay limber." Jeremy followed her instructions, holding his hands up, claws interlocked, posture relaxed. Before he could properly consider why he was doing this, Hailey had inserted a hand through the archway he was making, resting the palm against his before taking a fast step forward and launching him into the night sky.

It took all of Jeremy's willpower not to scream as he was flung through the open dome towards the forest, the moonlight thankfully providing some illumination for him to judge where he would be landing. Air howled past his head as he tucked his arms to his side, making himself as aerodynamic as possible. Several seconds of flight time later, the Hakamo-o began to feel the inevitable fall, the trees below racing up to meet him. Spreading his arms out and using his tail for balance, he fluffed his plates. The resultant whistle of air being baffled shrieked into the night like a disturbed spectre, scattering resting pokemon from his landing zone.

Crashing through the canopy, the Hakamo-o managed to use several branches to slow his fall, landing with a thud on the leaf-covered forest floor. He straightened up, taking stock of his health and belongings. The landing wasn't all that hard, everything considered, and while the pads of his feet stung a little, it was nothing compared to other injuries he'd sustained. Stretching to rid himself of the various cricks and stiff muscles, he began the journey to the Hidden Pools.

The mostly clear sky was a godsend, Jeremy able to move with hurried pace through the forest. The undergrowth being lit harshly by the faint blue of the waning moon providing the stark shadows that the dragon pokemon could use to spot hazards in his way. He felt even more blessed as the pokemon he passed either ignored him or fled, even ones he'd have expected to make his life difficult. In the dim light he spotted small hexagonal pawprints crossing his path and while unable to identify the pokemon exactly, something deep inside him felt they - or rather the pokemon they belonged to - were responsible for the general placidity of the immediate area.

Stars spun overhead as leaves dashed by underfoot. Jeremy had no way to know if he was making good time or not, but he'd been given landmarks to navigate by. The first was to head directly east; a direction he was able to take thanks to a small compass clipped to the backpack's strap. The second was that around sunrise he should look for a hill with no trees around it, but a large copse of very tall trees on it's crest. And sure enough, as the sun rose, the long shadow of those trees fell upon the forest. Jeremy squinted, the shining orb appearing almost imprisoned behind those black wooden bars.

His next task was to look down from that hill to the south and try to find a line of stone breaking through the forest. This was considerably more difficult. In the early morning rays the stones appeared golden yellow, as did the bushes, and treetops, and water… essentially everything the sun touched shone brightly. But after taking a small break for some breakfast, he finally spied what Hailey had mentioned. It looked like a trail of cracked earth, where the cliff-like side eventually eroded and crumbled to create the rocky slope that stretched for miles diagonally across the land. At the end of that, he would wait for Thomas.

Setting off through the forest once more, he came across the rocky slope around noon. Popping another poketreat more as a reward for reaching this milestone than from actual hunger, Jeremy strode forward with renewed vigour. The sun slowly arced through the sky as he followed the trail of boulders towards the rock pools, every minute all the more tense as he wondered when Thomas would also arrive there. Would the human already be there waiting? Would he have already made it through and continued on? Or worse, was he stuck further back in the cave? He could have been beneath Jeremyt's feet at any time and the pokemon would not have known.

It was well into the afternoon when Jeremy noticed a car well off in the distance. The red vehicle caused the pokemon to slow his pace and move further into the forest beside the rocky trail he was walking. He hugged the treeline and approached cautiously, quickly discovering the car was one of many. A Carpark. Between the trees and rocks a well worn trail began to emerge, complete with benches and litter baskets. Finally close enough to read one of the signs, he breathed a sigh of relief. 'Hidden Pools Nature Park'. The pokemon rubbed his tired face as he smiled.

Then he heard a voice that caused his heart to stop. “JEREMY!" It was soft and echoey, and all too familiar. The pokemon whipped around to discern its origin. “Jeremy?" The second callout helped him hone in on it's location. It was just around the corner. But if he couldn't see Thomas, why was Thomas calling for him?

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The Hakamo-o was quick but the Zoroark was quicker. As the glossy-eyed imposter moved to tackle Thomas, Zana shoved the trainer out of the way. She leaned in to whisper something in its ear but was smacked aside mid sentence as though she were nothing. Faltering, Zana regained her footing and stared down her opponent. The shiny Hakamo-o leered at Thomas, sending shivers down the man's spine, but giving Zana a mischievous grin. Her fingers curled as though arthritically gnarled hands were reaching for something unseen, energy poured from her to the attacker, his hands clutching his head as her Torture took effect.

He tried summoning some hidden power from within but felt himself only leer at the Zoroark. Zana was well and truly out of her element here. She may have acted tough, but her previous master had made sure not to teach her any actually damaging moves. Her purpose was to calm her paying customers, to make them feel good, feel wanted and loved. Not pound them into the ground. The only reason she knew the move she'd just used was it had come to her in a moment of spite one day; the day she escaped.

The Hakamo-o, realising it's moveset had been psychologically compromised, lashed out at the Zoroark in a desperate struggle. She responded in kind, the two punching each other with as much force as a wielded magicarp.

Thomas had barely registered what was happening when his eye caught the glint of something shiny. A woman stepped into view from the edge of the cave and lined up a large metal pipe with the two scuffling pokemon. “NO!" He shouted, dashing forward to push Zana out of the way. But as the rush of air subsided, all he managed to do was get all three of them wrapped in the net. He felt the imposter next to him ripple and dissolve, melting out of the net in a horrific display before reforming on the other side as a little pink blob.

“Well now," The woman said, chuckling as she wiped the hair from her eyes. “I was hoping to catch you Mister Drake, but a Zoroark as well?" She pulled out her pokedex and tapped at it for a moment. “Taxi on standby. Now we just have to wait for-"

The pink and yellow blur that burst from the bushes was too fast even for Thomas to properly make out, and he was facing where it had come from. But as the woman was sent rocketing across the gravel carpark it left the well toned, glistening body of a Hakamo-o in it's prime standing in her place, arm slowly retracting from an uppercut. The ditto next to the net burbled in shock, then in anger. But before it could fully form into the dragon pokemon, a bladed tail slammed down upon it, rendering it an unconscious pile of mush in a split second.

“Jeremy?" Thomas said cautiously, the pokemon standing proudly above him before whipping it's wrist plates against the netting to open a hole for the captive pair. The hakamo-o looked down with happy red eyes, offering the man a hand up. Thomas didn't need it. In a split second he was on his feet and had the pokemon in a tight embrace, Jeremy lifted clear from the ground as Thomas' affection flowed freely. The two held that pose for some time before they heard a cough behind them. Thomas lowered Jeremy to the ground and offered a hand to Zana to stand. “Apologies. Zana, this is Jeremy. Jeremy, Zana."

The man paused so the two could greet each other, but Zana seemed quite restrained. “So You're Jeremy?" she spoke aloud - and like before in the cave - without moving her mouth. The Hakamo-o went wide-eyed, nodding both in agreement with her statement and impressed at her skill with the human tongue. “Thomas thinks... very highly of you." The man blushed, looking away.

It was then he noticed the stumbling form of the woman attempting to cross the carpark using the fired net launcher as a crutch. “Uh, as wonderful as it would be to have you two do the whole meet and greet thing properly, I think we have a problem to sort out first." Jeremy followed his gaze and strode over to her. Thomas was expecting another act of terrible violence but instead he seemed to help her by throwing an arm over his shoulders. She accepted it and pointed out where he should take her.

Behind her back Jeremy gave the order to gather the ditto and net then follow him. About a minutes trek through the carpark and into the surrounding forest brought them to a small camp. A fold out chair was propped beside a large metal case - no doubt for the launcher - and a medium sized pack. The woman groggily pulled out the chair, unfolding it before slurring “Did… did we… did you…" Thomas unzipped her pack, pulling out two sets of electro-cuffs. He turned them over in his hand as the woman's mind slowly caught up with events. “Where's Drake? Is.. is he…" A crack in the underbrush had her head fling around to see Thomas and Zana step through the bushes and into her little campsite.

As she stood to object against their unhindered presence, Jeremy slapped one of the cuffs on her wrists. She turned around furious to see not her shifted ditto's black eyes, but the angry red eyes of a particularly emotional Hakamo-o glaring at her. She gulped. Jeremy cranked the adjoining cuff around her other wrist. Thomas had never seen someone's eyes go from angry to confused to defeated so quickly before. He guessed perhaps that what he looked like when Professor Eucalypt told him for the last time he couldn't be a trainer.

Jeremy shoved her back down into the chair as Zana dropped the unconscious ditto at her feet. Thomas shirked the bag from his back, placing it on the ground before sitting atop it. Jeremy continued to look through the pack, pulling out an assortment of random items he'd not expected to find. Various bits of climbing equipment and restraints, that was understandable. But there was a small amount of blasting putty in a tube, complete with remote detonator and blasting pin. He recognised it as one of the few things in the 'Hazardous' case Parker would bring with him on digs.

Several sets of clothes, multiple empty pokeballs, and an assortment of fake IDs were scattered in various pockets throughout the bag as well. Showing them off to Thomas and Zana, Jeremy placed them neatly to one side. The woman just sat staring at the three of them silently, attempting to think her way out of things while occasionally checking her ditto to see if it had regained consciousness yet.

Jeremy growled, putting Thomas and Zana on edge as he slowly revealed yet more of the bags contents. Very carefully he withdrew a gun, handling it with as much fear as it deserved. He turned it over in his hand, examining it. Thomas offered to take it, his human fingers a better fit for it's grip. He'd seen enough movies to know the basics of how to handle a gun, and much to his horror, flicking a small catch between the two barrels revealed the loaded rounds within.

“Why the hell do you need a sawn-off shotgun?!" Thomas almost whispered, the answer painted across the womans face. If she was here to capture him and Jeremy for a bounty, perhaps the term 'Dead or Alive' is something she's used to hearing. And that gun would go a fair way to one of those outcomes. Jeremy handed him a small box of ammunition as well before delving back into the bags contents.

Next Jeremy pulled out a roll of coins, which he immediately pocketed much to his captive's dismay. Lastly Thomas retrieved a lock box from a hidden compartment on the side of the bag. The woman stared daggers at him as he searched her pockets for the key. Finding a small set of keys in an ankle pouch within her sock the Hakamo grinned sarcastically at her.

With a solid click the lockbox popped open, revealing four pokeballs. Each one had their ring blinking red. Jeremy looked concernedly from the woman to Thomas and back. The man sighed. “Explain." The woman just sneered at him. Jeremy and Zana turned to Thomas - shocked - as the sound of the gun being cocked faded into the forest. The two pokemon looked terrified as the man's sanity seemed to break before them. “I have had enough." He whimpered.

“Hak-" Thomas interrupted his friend by standing abruptly, pointing the gun at her head.

“Why do you have four critically injured pokemon in a lockbox?" She stared at him, the barest glimmer of fear in her eye as she did her best to look unphased.

Every bird pokemon for near a mile took to the sky as the group were collectively deafened by the gunshot. Smoke billowed past the womans head while the dirt behind her exploded. The woman's eyes were squinted shut, the look of absolute terror smeared across her now weeping facade. Zana had dove for cover instinctively, eyes hidden behind her arm before peering out to the scene before her. Jeremy blinked, the flash too much for his eyes to take. But he wasn't looking at the gun, he was looking at Thomas.

And Thomas… he didn't blink.

The sound of the gun cocking once more broke the silence. Heated steel pressed against the woman's forehead, not enough to burn her, but enough to relay the weapons overall purpose. “Bounties!" She cried, breath heavy as her stalwart demeanour finally cracked. “All four are bounties."

Jeremy muttered something and Zana translated. “Criminals?"

The woman shook her head. “One escaped, one's a shiny. The other two..." Thomas shoved her with the gun hard enough Jeremy had to put a hand to her back to stop her toppling over. “The other two were 'requests'." Thomas grunted, pulling back the gun to aim better down the barrel, face contorted in rage. “YOU WANT ME TO SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU?!" Thomas stared her down as she screamed at him. “I STOLE THEM!" Thomas could see Zana out the corner of his eyes clench her fists. Him keeping a gun to this bounty hunters head was not improving the situation and surely sometime soon someone would start looking around for the source of gunfire.

Thomas swallowed his hatred and returned to his seat, grip still firm on the gun. At least like this he could better explain to any interlopers as to the events of the afternoon. The woman's emotions laid bare, she continued to weep, scowling occasionally at the man as Jeremy pulled out the last of her belongings. With little else interesting, the Hakamo-o shoved her clothes and hygiene products back in the bag, but placed everything else - including her IDs and bank cards - carefully in his.

After the madness there were only a few individuals that exited the cave to see what the gunshot was, but seemingly deciding it was a car backfiring they went back to enjoying their afternoon in the rock pools. All four conscious individuals took turns staring at each other in silence, none sure of how to continue with the day. Thomas was the first to break. “So." He sighed, looking the woman dead in the eyes. “How much?"

“For you two?" She chuckled, “Hundred K each. With a bonus if I deliver you two together." The woman grumbled, that option currently off the table. Thomas sighed. There was so much hate and disgust in her eyes. She spat on the ground in front of Jeremy.

“What's your fucking problem?" Thomas growled as Jeremy's fists balled at the insult.

“What you two do… it's unnatural." an air of pride in her voice as she took a deep breath in the pause. “It's wrong and you know it." Zana turned away, walking to the edge of the small campsite. “Oh, don't you know?" the woman jeered “These two have been intimate. And not just this one." She gestured to the balls on Jeremy's belt. “He's probably molested at least another half dozen, if not more."

Zana's hands flexed as she tried keeping her cool. Thomas looked to her, trying to calm her down. “Just ignore her, she doesn't know what-"

“Oh don't I?" She spat, face growing red with anger. “Ask them! Bring each one of those pathetic-"

There was nothing that Jeremy or Thomas could have done to stop what happened next, all they could do was look on in stunned silence as Zana leapt forward, claws curled as they buried themselves in the woman's abdomen, lifting her clear off the ground. The woman's scream was muffled by the other black and red claw tightly holding her mouth closed. Before anyone could intervene, whisps of black vapour crawled from the Zoroarks lips and into the womans ear; indecipherable syllables echoed alongside twitches from her claw now dripping with blood from the woman's torso.

Jeremy stood to halt the process, but immediately reeled backwards in pain, as though he'd walked into an invisible migraine field. Thomas moved to his aid but did not feel the same effect, and after checking to make sure his lover was okay, turned back to the terrifying spectacle unfolding before them. As though caught in a ritualistic stupor, the woman's body shuddered and writhed. Except her movements were not normal; her arms pulled back at odd angles, almost twisting themselves around, one leg twitched violently while the other rest completely limp, and her irises shrank and grew almost rapidly enough to look like a camera shutter.

After near five minutes of chanting and unnatural contortions, the woman was unceremoniously dropped to the ground unconscious, while Zana stumbled backwards. Thomas shifted both he and Jeremy to catch the Zoroark as she fell, the black and red mess falling into their laps. “Are you okay?" Thomas asked, her head in his lap groggily blinking up at him. “What did you do?"

“Zor.. Zoroark…" She moaned, a weak smile crossing her face before she too fell unconscious.

“Zana… Zana!" Thomas tried shaking her but she didn't wake. Quickly looking around for a solution he grabbed one of the spare pokeballs from his pack, placed it in her hands and with a quick look to Jeremy for permission - which he received in the form of an unknowing shrug - Thomas pressed the button. In a bright flash she was gone, the pokeball rolling off his knee and into the mans lap as it hummed uncertainly. The ping brought a sigh of relief to the pair as they surveyed the camp. “Are you okay?"

Thomas had turned to Jeremy, rubbing a hand across his friend's back. Jeremy wrapped his arms around the man and held him tight. First Route 13, then the Crobat and now this. It was all too much for the Hakamo-o. His tears of joy wet Thomas' neck as the man reciprocated the hug. “Haka mo hak…" Jeremy sighed with sobbing breaths as his lover held him close.

“It's okay buddy… we'll get through this, you'll see." He patted the Hakamo's back, consciously avoiding the scar. “They keep trying to tear us apart but we keep finding each other." The two held their tearful embracenfor some time, their breaths slowing, their hearts coming down from the adrenaline high, and their minds coming to grips with the situation at hand.

Jeremy broke the hug, and the silence. “Mo." He pointed to the unconscious woman and her ditto. “Mo-o, ha…"

Thomas was getting better at reading Jeremy's tone “What do we do with them?" The pokemon nodded. Thomas thought about it. “Hand 'em in to the authorities?" Jeremy cocked an eyebrow. “What? Carrying an illegal weapon around? Fake ID's? Stolen pokemon?" Jeremy frowned, shaking his head. He mimed straightening a necktie then paying someone with coins. “Yeah, they might."

Then Jeremy's eyes lit up. He looked to his bag, then the two figures on the ground, then to the pokedex. He nodded, a serious expression across his face.

“What… What is it you've thought of?" He pointed to the woman's pokedex, it having slid from her pocket when she fell from Zana's grasp. The man picked it up but it was locked. “No can do buddy." Jeremy rolled his eyes, gesturing for the man to hand it to him. The pokemon held it up close to his face, angling it to reflect the sun. When he saw the telltale smudge of her unlock pattern he smiled. And like magic, unlocked the pokedex. “Wow, gonna have to remember that one." Thomas thought for a moment. “Wait, how did you know-"

“Hak." Jeremy waved the man off, knowing he'd be unable to describe that that's how he would get on to Parker's tablet to look up human-on-pokemon porn. “Hakamo, mo amo." He pointed to the carpark, miming a steering wheel.

“What, you want me to steal a car?" Jeremy looked at him sarcastically. “Or ask for a lift…" The pokemon nodded slowly, trying not to laugh. “You sure you've got everything here sorted?" the man asked as Jeremy reached for the dropped firearm, uncocking it. “Yeah, fair enough. I'll find us a ride."

As Thomas' footsteps faded into the bushes, Jeremy dropped the confident act and turned with disgust to the two before him. He tapped away at the pokedex, ordering the Corviknight piloted taxi for immediate pickup. He'd set the destination for the city of Bisra on the Sunrise Coast; Which was close to eight hours of flight time. Booked on her card of course. He also arranged for several items to be picked up from the Bait Bay Pokemart.

He pulled out the second set of electro cuffs from the bag. Using the pokedex's camera function he took a photo of the cuffs and searched the internet for directions. The manufacturers page came up and after a few minutes of searching through FAQs and company policies he finally located the instructions. As he hoped there was an auto-identification mode set to go off if a pokemon tried to shapeshift or transform it's way out of the cuffs. But before he closed the pokedex a small warning met his eye; the voltage the cuffs would produce when active.

Quickly rustling through his bag for the blasting putty his eyes went wide at the warning on the tube. <To keep Thomas safe...> He whispered to himself, attempting to justify his next action. <Besides, if it does what I tell it to, it should get there fine.> Rolling a portion of the tube's contents out into two small snakes of putty, Jeremy lined the inside of the cuffs with the stuff. When he was sure the metallic-looking putty was well enough disguised against the metal restraints, he dove back into his bag.

Retrieving one of the newly acquired potions from the woman's pack, Jeremy gave the ditto a few sprays. It took a moment to work, but eventually the spiralled eyes returned to their black circular form. It looked around blearily before spotting Thomas. The pink blob burbled angrily as it prepared to transform, but a quickly revealed shotgun silenced it. <This is how it's gonna work.> Jeremy growled. <You're gonna turn into me. Then I'm gonna cuff you. Got it?> Its eyes bobbed up and down in a slight nod. <Hop to it. Your ride's almost here.>

The ditto glowed pink, it's mass roiling up into a Hakamo shape before the colours solidified and the light dulled down. A spitting image if not for the glossy-black eyes. <And she called me a freak.> Jeremy grumbled, gesturing for the pokemon to hold it's wrists out. The ditto did as told, albeit unhappily. With a series of ratcheted clicks both cuffs were secured. <Oh, and I forgot to mention,> Jeremy held up the half-empty blasting putty tube <Just in case you decide to transform before you get where you're going.> He mimed with his other hand an explosion, while puffing out an appropriate sound. It took a moment for the comment to fully register, but the moment it did, Jeremy could tell he had the ditto's undivided attention.

As Thomas made his way back through the underbrush, Jeremy flung the tube back in his bag. The man was startled for a moment as the two Jeremys stared back at him - one a little more terrified than the other - before he noticed the lack of a ditto and the cuffs. He quickly stared at their eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. “Fucks sake, don't do that to me." He chuckled, hand on his chest “Almost had a heart attack."

“Hak?" Jeremy gestured to the parking lot. The last car pulling away.

“Yeah, nobody's particularly keen on letting a bloodied, bruised and battered stranger in their car after their happy swim was disturbed by a near-drowning and a gunshot." Thomas smiled wanly, shrugging. “Gonna have to walk it." A groan escaped Jeremy's muzzle as he looked back at their prisoner. Then a thunderous squawk rung out from overhead. The Corviknight taxi touched down in the carpark. “What the-"

“Haka!" Jeremy shouted to the bird, the massive silky black figure turning to see them through the trees. “Hak, hakamo." He pointed to Thomas, then the ditto. The man nodded, leading the pokemon through the trees towards the waiting cab. Jeremy collected the womans pack and along with her body followed behind his trainer.

Out in the carpark the massive bird was initially shocked to see the handcuffs, but was even more stunned to see the unconscious woman. One of it's claws slid over the cab door, preventing it from being opened. Thomas was about to speak but Jeremy pat him on the shoulder. <Pokemon thieves. He's been pretending to be me.>

<The Ditto?> The Corviknight's caw was almost booming, even at speaking volume. It sent shivers down Thomas' spine. Jeremy nodded. <How do I know you're not the thieves and they tried to capture you.>

Jeremy sighed, dumping the woman's body to the ground unceremoniously. <If they were legit, would she need all these?> He pulled her stack of fake IDs from one of the pockets in his bag. <I'm keeping them as evidence.>

<Why not send her to the Bait Bay police station?>

'Shit.' Jeremy hadn't expected such a cautious pilot. <Because she's working with Rocket Rising, and I don't know if you've noticed, but they're everywhere down here. Even Sidna.>

The Corviknight mulled this over, still unsure. Thomas looked to Jeremy as though to ask what was wrong but Jeremy just sighed. He broke off half the roll of coins in his pocket then held the other half up for the massive bird to take. It straightened itself up, preened a little and took the bribe, removing it's claw from the doorway while tucking the coins into an ankle pouch.

The faux Jeremy burbled unhappily as it was pushed inside. The woman was pushed in beside it and her pack all but thrown at her. Jeremy remembered at the last moment to take her pokedex from his pocket and crushed it in his fist, scattering the remnants inside. <Good riddance.> Jeremy growled as he closed and locked the door. The Corviknight looked disapprovingly before Jeremy reluctantly tossed it another coin. The bird caught the coin in its beak, placing it in the pouch before clearing its throat. The customary caw echoed through the carpark as the taxi launched off into the evening sky.

Thomas and Jeremy watched as it slowly disappeared beyond the horizon. Then turning to each other, they embraced.

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What little daylight was left was spent getting clear of the cave mouth, heading perpendicular to the road to Bait Bay. They were within a mornings walk of the town, but would be getting there close to midnight if they started now, making acquiring lodgings a problem. Instead the two found a small rise with a deceptively deep pit at it's top, and chose to stop there. Thomas reached for the tent, but given the clear night, Jeremy gestured for him to stop. Instead the two placed the bedroll and sleeping bag on the soft grass, open to the sparkling sky above.

Jeremy reached for the belt of pokemon but this time Thomas stopped him. “We haven't had a moment together - a proper, uninterrupted moment - for days. Let's just…" He sighed, patting the sleeping bag “For tonight at least." Jeremy nodded happily. Then remembering his bag's contents, he withdrew a dinner ration and some poke treats.

The two ate their food and talked - as best they could without a translator - well into the night. Mainly it was Thomas describing his trip through the cave and his new earpiece while Jeremy listened intently. He could tell there was something the man was leaving out about Zana, but that could wait until morning. For now, they were happy and together. Jeremy reflected on the fact that aside from their brief rest in the Owlra hospital, they hadn't shared a bed properly since Cannab. He sighed.

Thomas shuffled closer, leaning his head on the shiny pokemon's shoulder. “What's up?" Jeremy smiled at the display of affection and wrapped an arm around his - until recently - lost love. These feelings - without the haze, without the Zygarde's control - were real. He knew that now. Everything he'd done to get here, all the emotion he poured into Miriam, every step to reunite with his Thomas was his doing. And being beside his trainer once more filled Jeremy with a sense of joy and comfort he was unsure he'd feel again. But that was just him.

Jeremy gently pushed Thomas off his shoulder and turned to face the man. He mimed the goofy expression and shape of the smaller pokemon then ran his claws through Thomas' hair; simulating the 'haze' as best he could. “The Zygarde… gets into your head?" Jeremy nodded, happy they were on the same page. He then clutched at his chest and pointed to the man. “You love me…" Jeremy nodded before putting his hands in front of his eyes then quickly pulling it away “even without the mind control?" Jeremy sighed, smiling. Then his expression took on a more serious tone, his claw gently grasping Thomas' chest before pointing at his own.

Jeremy got his answer as Thomas leapt into the Hakamo-o's arms, locking the two in a loving embrace. “Always!" He whispered into Jeremy's ear as he held the pokemon tight. That was more than enough of an answer for the pokemon as he turned his head to plant a sloppy kiss on Thomas' lips. The two lost themselves in each other's passion, the Hakamo-o's muzzle opening wider to practically tongue fuck the mans mouth as they made up for lost time and many many separated nights. Jeremy's clawed fingers slid from their embrace to trace along the man's body. In a flash they were under Thomas' shirt, scraping along his skin sensually and causing him to moan into Jeremy's open maw.

But as the claws gently removed Thomas' shirt they became caught on the bracers, giving Jeremy a moment of pause. He pulled back from the kiss and removed the shirt fully, holding the man's hands in his own as he looked the leather cuffs over. “Haka, ha ka... mo?" he asked, hoping the tone would carry the message's meaning well enough.

Thomas pulled his hands out of the pokemon's grip, feeling the texture of the leather and shape of the straps. He thought for a moment as he took in the true meaning of those cuffs. Away from the haze of psychic manipulation, away from anyone else's opinion, just him and Jeremy alone to contemplate. Thomas took a deep breath. “I… back at the Delphox, we… we were both…" He swallowed hard. “We didn't know what- why we felt...the way… we do." He turned one bracer over to reveal the solid metal ring. He slipped a finger through it and pulled gently, the ring firmly set in place.

“I've had time to think about… us." He looked back to Jeremy, who looked about ready to cry. “And there are some things we need to talk about. Other pokemon specifically." Jeremy gave the man a concerned look. “But when it comes down to it, I don't want to be anywhere else... I want to be with you." Thomas held his hands out, palms up and fingers lightly curled. “Jeremy… I…"

The pokemon had heard all he needed to. Placing a claw on Thomas's lips he pulled the man into a tight embrace. Jeremy dug his claws lightly into his lover's back, eliciting a lusty moan from the human. Laying Thomas down on the bedroll, Jeremy was quick to remove the man's pants, the two relishing the sensation of being skin-to-skin once more as they rolled around in a rougher - but just as emotional - hug. Each one could feel the other's arousal growing with every passing second, and Thomas was the first to address it. “Would you like me to-"

“Hak!" Jeremy's palm flew fast, striking the man's arse and causing Thomas to wince in shock more than pain. “Amo…?"

“Master," Thomas began again, Jeremy nodding as he stroked the red mark upon the man's rump, urging him to continue. “Would you like me to take care of your glorious cock?" The Hakamo-o grinned widely, giving his permission to continue. Thomas wasted no time rearranging himself to lay staring down at the pink rocket pointed skyward. It had been some time since the man had had this view, and it filled him with a kind of energy he'd felt bereft of these last few weeks.

Thomas gently ran his fingers up the Hakamo's thighs, slow enough to be sensual but fast enough to show he wasn't teasing unnecessarily. As his digits closed in on the Hakamo-o's crotch they firmly traced along the pokemon's genital slit, the sensitive skin on the inside lightly massaged before contacting the base of Jeremy's rigid cock. Perhaps it was time's effects or maybe something the pokemon ate, but Thomas could swear the member before him was larger than before. Sighing with happiness, the man ignored everything around him and focused on the beautiful rod in his hands.

The mostly smooth shaft took more than his hand could provide to wrap around it, especially at the thick part near it's base. Were it any thicker the man would have called it a knot, but as it was the bulge served more as a unique shape to give the Hakamo-o's partner a heavenly experience once he'd bottomed out. Soft fingers undulated against the skin as Thomas began massaging his master's mighty member, each fingertip challenging it to grow larger. Thomas looked up to Jeremy's face with large, lust-fuelled eyes that twinkled in the moonlight. The cock throbbed hard in the man's hands, Thomas smiling as his lips parted just enough for the tapered tip of the cock to slip inside.

Jeremy grunted his satisfaction as his eyes closed, mind focusing on the sensual touch his pet was giving him. Thomas' tongue gently ran along the outline of the pokemon prick's opening, licking the drops of pre away as soon as they formed. Thomas had missed the taste. It was the perfect blend of sweet and savoury, dribbling like fruity nectar across his tongue. He moaned into the cock, sending shivers up Jeremy's spine. Several more licks and his lips began moving again, slowly inching down the length towards his hands. His tongue lapped at the underside of the pink rod, the pre-smeared tip edging closer and closer to the man's throat.

Jeremy opened his eyes when Thomas stopped, looking down to see the man staring lovingly up at him. He slowly removed his hands from around the base of the Hakamo-o's shaft and without breaking eye contact, descended. In one take Thomas allowed his jaw to open wide, teeth lightly scraping against the sensitive flesh as he devoured the meaty prick in one long gulp. As his lips met the sensitive slit at Jeremy's hips, Thomas moaned. The tip was well and truly lodged deep in his throat as he swirled his tongue around the bulbous base.

Whimpered grunts escaped Jeremy's muzzle as he maintained eye contact with his human pet. The man spent more time than the pokemon would have expected him to bear inhaling the large pink member without coming up for air. But as Thomas' gulping became a little more frantic, Jeremy pushed lightly against the man's chin and he pulled himself off the throbbing cock to take a deep breath. “Master…" Thomas wheezed, getting his breath back with a series of slowing pants “Master, I need you inside me." He begged. On any other night Jeremy probably would have made some joke about him having just been inside the human, but right now he wanted the exact same thing.

“Haka." Jeremy motioned for Thomas to sit upright on the pokemon's lap. Without wasting a second, the man did as he was told; sliding around on top the smaller pokemon to kneel facing him, their cocks twitching against each other. The two moaned as Jeremy's large hands wrapped around the members, pumping them in unison. “Ha-ah, ka…" He chuckled, his pre leaking down the two shafts, coating them in his natural lube.

“Oh Arceus…" Thomas whined, trying desperately not to hump into the pokemon's grip. His pokemon master was playing with him, and he had to let that happen. Jeremy's grip tightened a little at the wanton outburst, but not enough to hurt the man. Thomas bit his lip as he waited for his lover to finish playing with him.

After several torturous minutes of joint masturbation, Jeremy finally decided to give the man what he wanted. His large claws shifted their focus from the man's member to his hips as Thomas was lifted into position. “Take me." He moaned, pleading for the pokemon to claim his arse once more. Again, Jeremy thought back to the last time they had this chance, and it was back at the Kangaskhan Inn. It felt like a lifetime ago. But his mind was brought back to the present as gravity assisted the tapered tip in finding Thomas' willing pucker. Excited spurts of the dragon-type's pre flowed into the man's rear as the two moaned in unison.

Then in one long, slow move Jeremy allowed gravity to win; impaling his throbbing cock inside his lover all the way to the hilt. Thomas shuddered as Jeremy growled into the man's neck. “Haka mo ha, aka ak. Mo hak haka hak…" The pokemon whispered, causing goosebumps to break out over the soft human skin. Noticing the heightened state of arousal, Jeremy then licked from the man's collarbone all the way to his earlobe before playfully nipping at it.

“Ah-" Thomas yelped. He felt so full. It was a different full than the Rhyperior or Rotom. It was more than just physical. Nothing else existed to him right then and there but himself and Jeremy. And Jeremy was filling both his heart and body. With no psychological haze to dampen the sensation, and no qualms about consent to tear his mind away from the moment, Thomas felt more complete than he had in years. Decades even. Even the logical part of his mind - which previously had protested such notions - was helping to keep him on track, willing himself not to climax before Jeremy.

But the pokemon had other ideas. Jeremy knew his love was close. He could feel it in the mans heartbeat, he could see it in his eyes. And while Thomas wanted Jeremy to be the one in charge - the one who gets first choice - the pokemon knew they had many hours ahead for him to prove himself over and over again, let alone the many nights after. So tracing a claw down the man's chest, Jeremy wrapped a large hand around the man's throbbing erection and began pumping, willing the man to climax.

Thomas was surprised when Jeremy began masturbating him, but he wasn't about to object. It was a matter of seconds before he felt his body tense up, ready to release. Jeremy felt this and while one hand kept a firm grip on the human member, the other lifted Thomas off the draconic cock. The cool breeze against his rear pushed Thomas over the edge as Jeremy pointed the man's cock at his own. Ropes of creamy jizz blasted forth from Thomas, slathering his partner's pink member in the process. They both grunted - albeit for different reasons - each jet of hot cum landing with a splat on the Hakamo.

Without wasting a drop, or even rubbing it in, Jeremy again picked Thomas up and lowered him onto the throbbing pole. The mixture of his pre and his masters cum allowed the bulbous base to slide into Thomas' arse with no resistance. Jeremy was impressed by how accommodating his pet had become over the last week or two. Allowing the man a moment of rest, Jeremy soon began grinding his cock inside his welcoming arse, pulling and pushing against the man's hips until Thomas was together enough to start doing it himself.

After a minute or so, Thomas began lifting himself off of Jeremy, just enough for the base to pop free before pushing back down again. But as the sensation lost the small tinge of pain such a stretching would produce, he began lifting higher and higher. Until much to Jeremy's delight, he was able to lift almost entirely off the foot-long cock before slamming back down to the hilt in one go. “Oh, Jeremy…" Thomas moaned, his mind swimming in a post-orgasmic euphoria. He could feel his member recovering from the earlier orgasm and was desperately hoping that he could get back to full mast before his partner came.

Sweat glistened in the moonlight, Thomas' back arching in and out with each push and pull as he pleasured his lover. But after two days of hiking through a cave, the man's endurance was waning. Not wanting Thomas to hurt himself, Jeremy took control and on one downward thrust held the man tight to him. The man moaned lustfully as he was filled deep with poke-cock once more. Then in a surprising move, Jeremy rolled the man onto his back. With Thomas' legs splayed to either side and the man looking up at him with some confusion, Jeremy made his purpose known when he withdrew to the tip and smashed back in.

“YES!" Thomas yelped, eyes wide as Jeremy began pistoning into him with great speed. “Arceus yes!" Jeremy hadn't had Thomas in this position before, and he quickly decided that his delay in doing so was a mistake. At this angle he was able to push so far inside the man that the tapered cock tip mashed against one of the man's internal bends. It was only a few moments of this wonderful new discovery before Jeremy felt himself getting close to climax, his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat as he rammed deeper and deeper inside his human toy. And from the rhythmic clenching of the man's rear muscles, he felt Thomas was in a similar state.

Jeremy opened his muzzle wide, clamping it down across the man's mouth as he thrust his tongue into Thomas, the passionate kiss returned in kind as the two worked their way into a joint crescendo. Slamming his meat into the man's twitching hole, Jeremy held himself there a moment before the flood commenced. As soon as Thomas felt the hot dragon spunk paint his insides, he released his second load; splattering their chests with it's warm pearlescence. Thomas and Jeremy writhed against each other, the sensations of filling and being filled by each other only serving to push them further beyond their peaks.

Several minutes later, breathless and hearts racing, the two slumped together, Jeremy's cock still embedded within. They smiled, weeks worth of tension and questions worked through in one night. Behind them was one set of trials, and ahead of them were another set. But at least some burdens were put to rest. Jeremy moved to pull out but Thomas grabbed his wrist. “No… Stay… stay in me tonight?" He asked sheepishly. Jeremy nodded, chuckling. He pulled Thomas against his chest and stood, one arm holding the man in place while the other unzipped the sleeping bag. It was a difficult task but eventually Jeremy managed to rotate Thomas so he was facing away from the pokemon, then slid them both into the bag before zipping it up. Jeremy held Thomas as the two drifted off to sleep.

Reunited again.

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The woman's head pounded. Blinking, she opened her eyes, looking up from the floor of the taxi to the shiny Hakamo-o sitting worried in the seat. So many thoughts were buzzing around her head, it was hard to keep track. She knew there was something there about a Hakamo-o, and about a Drake? But it was shoved behind a fog. A mist of lusts and desires. They ran rampant around her mind like an infestation, subconscious whispers and moans.

The Hakamo-o noticed her consciousness and looked to her pleadingly. It burbled, unable to speak properly. But that didn't matter. She reached a hand out and ran it along the beasts skin, the leathery hide a beautiful pink and yellow. She had thoughts flood into her eyes and mouth; the former snapping to it's crotch while the latter moaned lustily. In the back of her mind there was screaming, there was the need to be far away from here. This wasn't her. She could feel that. But there, in front of her. There was a virile young pokemon. One she knew for real was capable and willing to fuck humans.

The thought at once disgusted and aroused her, a hand slipping from supporting herself against the cab seat to rubbing against her crotch. She moaned, the thoughts buzzing around her mind so very taboo yet so very tempting. The pokemon just stared open-mouthed in shock as the woman played with herself in front of him. Her bottom lip bitten and pulled back in a fog of lust, she advanced.

At first the pokemon tried to push her away, but the moment she grabbed for the cuffs he held them above her out of the woman's reach... giving her full access to his crotch. She buried her face between his legs and found the genital slit. Humming an excited moan to herself, the woman pushed her tongue in between the folds, coaxing the member from it's internal sheath.

The ditto in hakamo-o form - slightly panicking - was facing the dilemma of having this woman go down on him versus the possibility of their imminent demise if she nudged the cuffs too much. He knew it was no real choice on his end but also knew this wasn't like her. To her, this act was beyond forbidden. Yet here she was, slavering for his cock with a hunger he'd never seen before. He was very unskilled in this area. Becoming either gender was essentially part and parcel of transforming, but unless he was asked to participate in a breeding session - which he had not yet been - he preferred to remain in his genderless, 'ditto' state.

Yet here she was. This fearless bounty hunter going against her own personal tenets in a strange, almost drugged up state. 'They must have done something to you.' He thought to himself, trying to clear his mind and come up with a way out. 'They must-' His train of thought was immediately derailed as the tip of his cock peered out from the slit. She'd awoken it, aroused him enough for it to reveal itself. He cursed this body, for all it's sensitive spots and acquired desires.

Transforming wasn't just about taking the shape. If it was he'd be unable to use his opponent's moves. No, there was a much deeper psychic link that had to occur, and that link had certain side effects. Especially when remaining in that form for extended periods. As a Houndoom he found he was much quicker to anger when compared with the almost meditative state of being a Hitmonchan. But this Hakamo-o. This body had much different quirks.

He looked down to the woman suckling at his cock, her eyes intensely focused on the job at hand seemed to both desperately need and ultimately detest her own actions. But as she looked up at him, the pokemon couldn't resist opening his legs to grant her easier access. Within minutes he was at what he assumed was full size, and was very impressed. It wasn't something he generally took note of, but he could tell from the Hakamo-o part of his mind that this member between his thighs was a sizeable one.

By then the woman had gone from quick sucks of the pink pole to glucked thrusts of her head. She stopped just as her lips met the huge bulge before withdrawing then slamming back down again. The pokemon could feel a strange burning need inside, roiling through his chest and working it's way down. It would have felt pleasurable if he'd not understood his own anatomy. He could tell the blowjob was slowly eroding his ability to stay solid. He tried pushing the woman away, but she redoubled her efforts.

Her panties lay on the cab floor as her fingers squelched across her needy pussy. And as the pokemon continued to keep her at distance to delay the possible disaster, something in her head clicked. In one swift move, she backed away, stood up and launched herself into the pokemon's lap. Before he could push her away she angled herself just right and took the entire length into her tight cunt.

She moaned.

He moaned.

She came.

He came.

She swore.

He burbled.

The world went white.

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The Corviknight was protected from the blast due to the thick plating of the cab's roof, required for structural integrity. But the shock of the moment still caused the massive bird to crash into a nearby tree. He quickly regained composure and checked himself over before observing the falling embers of what was once Taxi number 4331. He wondered if he'd be blamed for this as he took off into the sky for the nearest pokecenter.

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