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Thomas walked out of the shower to a room full of knowing smiles. The whole crew was now up to speed regarding Thomas' proclivities. It had taken some explaining for Squishy to quite understand the implications, but between Carmen and Zana it was made very clear that the entire group was effectively Thomas' little secret. They all had - at one point or another - either fucked or been fucked by the man. Though Zye's reveal of the trainers' interactions with Squishy came as a surprise to everyone but the Gyarados. Both Mac and Squishy shared an eyebrow raise at their knowledge of Thomas' more specific kink.

Thomas having cleaned himself up as best he could in the bathroom, Jeremy had helped Mac with a couple hand towels in the living room; the insectoid pokemon far easier to be given a quick wipedown and polish than his trainer. Once dressed and having had a bit of a laugh with his gaggle of eclectic friends, Thomas suggested they go to dinner. Having not heard back from the First Mate about a dinner with the Captain, he assumed that would be another night and organised for his group to head out to the overhanging restaurant.

This time Titan elected to stay back with Zye and rest a bit, not wanting to draw too many stares from the people eating. With stickers dispensed and everyone looking prim and proper, Titan asked what the deal was with the scarves, armbands, tiaras and other trinkets. Thomas went a bit red in the face when Zana translated for him, realising he hadn't gotten anything for the little pokemon. Or Zye for that matter. He stumbled through an explanation on how he'd wanted to get everyone something to both commemorate their success at defeating Rocket and as a souvenir of Vandimland.

Titan's smile turned sour as he realised the others had been given a gift, but not him. Until Thomas - in a flurry of movement that anyone else would probably realise was him hurriedly trying to fix a problem - managed to pull an intricately painted wooden object from his pack. He brought it over to the grass type and held it out for him to take. He looked a little confused until Thomas explained what it was, how it worked and most importantly; no matter how hard it was thrown away, it kept coming back for more. He let the full meaning of that settle on the little guy as the rest filed out of their room. Before Thomas closed the door he had a Quilladin tightly hugging his leg, squeaking his thanks.

Arriving at the restaurant it was quite clear that they would not be getting a seat. Seems like just about everyone on the boat had the same idea, and the line to wait for a table seemed to be at least a dozen groups deep. Thomas looked inside to see almost a quarter of the restaurant taken up by multiple tables of pokemon roped off for one function. In the center of the mess Thomas spotted the beige Tyranitar and glowered. Sure enough, against one of the windows was a quartet of humans; two being Abigail and Abercrombie, while the other two had their backs to the entrance. Being all adults - in age rather than maturity - and unable to see their faces it was hard to tell whether the other two were friends or family. But fortunately none of them were Bruno.

Thomas ushered his crew away before anything problematic could happen, though the thought of Carmen strangling Abercrombie with her scarf was an enjoyable thought. Instead they wandered the decks for a while, checking out the other restaurants available, but none of the party seemed particularly interested in anything else. So after an hour or so - and having hunger get the better of them - the group returned to their room and Thomas ordered in some room service.

Being first class apparently had more privileges than the trainer thought, as less than ten minutes after ordering their food, Thomas opened the cabin door to a succession of trolleys piled high with platters and plates. The meals were very quickly distributed and everyone tucked in as soon as the staff had left; Mac immediately plunging head-first into a bowl of spaghetti that could have fed an entire football team.

Except for Thomas. Seeing those two happily taking up at least ten tables of space in the main restaurant on the first night of the cruise made his blood boil. The entitlement was real with that pair, and he found he just could not concentrate on his food, let alone stomach it. Sighing, Thomas left the group to their dinner and got up to take a walk. Everyone was a little concerned - Jeremy was able to see the anger and frustration in his eyes plain as day - but with a little convincing from Zye, they all went back to their dinners and let the man have his walk.

The ocean stretched as far as he could see in all directions. Behind them the faint glow of Sidna could just be seen over the horizon like a low budget sunset. Thomas walked slowly along the main deck, first around the port side, before crossing over the deck above the central restaurant to starboard. His mind was clouded with thoughts of everything from revenge to panic, running different scenarios on how to approach the situation with those siblings and wondering whether they would just leave him alone for the trip. He'd have to ask that security guy in the morning whether he could send an encoded message to Unova. What was his name? Steve? It might have been Steve. Thomas couldn't remember.

His train of thought wavered as he approached a stairway leading to the lower decks, and still puzzled over his inability to remember the guy's name, he changed course from his loop to go down, below deck. Floor after floor he descended until the remaining flights were roped off with a plastic chain. Not really registering that, Thomas began walking down the long corridor of 'Blue Basculin' deck, until he reached the aft of the ship, and a small, homely cafe nestled just above one of the massive rudders. He looked at the name: Port Al's.

Inside was a whole mess of TV screens made up to look like mysterious portals; some in ornate picture frames, others rimmed by glowing lights, and all of them showing a variety of programming including field sports, racing, arena battles and even the occasional cartoon or film on the side away from the bar. Thomas glanced at one of the closer screens to see it alternating between the drinks menu and food menu. His stomach growling loud enough for the Machoke barman to notice, he decided to get something and find a seat; the food back up in his room had probably been devoured by one of his pokemon by then.

He ordered a strong coffee from the bar alongside a plate of wedges with Chilan Berry sauce and sour cream. He found a seat at the bar just down from the counter and in short order his coffee was ready. He sipped at it, stewing over the siblings' situation.

“Excuse me?" Thomas barely registered the noise until it was repeated “Excuse me?"

Blinking himself out of his stupor, Thomas turned to face the man addressing him. He was average height with jet black hair and considerable stubble. But as Thomas got a good look, he noticed this guy was jacked. He wasn't being overt about it, wearing casual slacks and a loose fitting button up shirt, but spending over a decade on the street just watching people, Thomas got to understand the way people hold themselves, and the way clothes fall naturally over different body types. “Uh, sorry, yes?"

“This seat taken?" The guy asked with a genuine smile. The row of stools along the bar were occupied here and there by an assortment of pokemon and humans alike, with only a few spare seats available.

Thomas sat a bit more upright, gesturing to the space next to him. “No, go for it." He smiled back, though the wrinkles on his forehead betrayed his mindset.

“Dan." The man stuck his hand out with a smile.

Thomas took it, still trying to smile as politely as possible “Thomas." If the man recognised him from the news, he certainly didn't show it. And while part of Thomas felt a bit sad that he couldn't play the fame card with the first non-asshole he's talked to in person on the ship, mostly he was relieved that wasn't hanging over him.

Dan slid onto the stool and made a gesture to the barman for some sort of 'usual' which was retrieved in quick order. From what Thomas could tell, it was some sort of Kanto Sake, a drink he was not particularly familiar with. “So…" Dan poured himself a glass from the small bottle before corking it and taking a sip “Ahh. So what's your story?" So much for avoiding fame.

Thomas' mind raced a little, the way he had to think back to the good ol' days of last month coming back to him. He only had to tell the man just enough; it didn't need to sound normal, just the extent of what he was up to. “I've got a few dragon pokemon eager to check out the gym in Unova. Not many Dragons in Vandimland. Yourself?"

“A very lucky Blacksmith." Dan took another sip of Sake as Thomas nodded in surprise, the answer not at all what he was expecting. That said, given Dan's musculature, it made perfect sense. “Won an all-expenses-paid cruise in a smithing competition. Seen the port side figurehead?" Thomas shook his head “Ah, well come morning you should check it out. That's what won me the tickets." He grinned, taking another sip of sake.

“Blacksmith? That's really cool." Thomas smiled genuinely, his worries forgotten for now. “What sort of things do you smith?"

“Oh all sorts." He said, seeming happy someone was willing to talk to him about his work. “High-quality tools mainly, but occasionally I get requests for other things; artworks, chains," he prodded Thomas' leather bracer and lowered his voice “cuffs…"

“Ah, heh…" Thomas realised what the man was insinuating and went bright red. “Heh, yeah." He gulped.

“No need to be embarrassed." He rolled up one sleeve, showing Thomas the metal underneath. An intricately woven metal mesh complete with chain hem circled his forearm, a thick semicircular ring dangling down just below his wrist. Seeing Thomas' face turn from embarrassment to curiosity showed Dan he was right. “So, Master or Mistress?"

Thomas cleared his throat as the plate of wedges arrived. He nodded thanks to the Ambipom waiter, waiting for the pokemon to leave before saying under his breath “Both."

It was Dan's turn to look shocked. “Both? Wow, go you." He gave Thomas a playful punch to his arm, the mesh bracer so well constructed he could barely hear the metal jostle as it moved. “Take it, you left them back home?"

Thomas went bright red again. There was no way he could tell this guy about Jeremy and Zana. Some random stranger chatting about bondage gear in the cheapest bar of the ship. He had to think fast “Yeah, no. I - uh - just brought my pokemon with me." Dan took another sip of sake, eyeing Thomas up and down, suspicious of his answer. “Uh… What about you?" Thomas asked, hoping to deflect.

Dan didn't hesitate, slapping one forearm then the other “My Master is always with me." It was Thomas' turn to be suspicious. But those thoughts were quickly overridden by something else. Something that began burning away at the back of his mind. He was staring at Dan's forearms or more specifically the bracers covering them. Seeing Thomas' interest he rolled up his other sleeve to show off both works of bondage art.

“Dan," Thomas asked, his mind finally coming to the end point of his thoughts “Did you make those?"

Dan shook his head “Me? No. No, that would be the work of my… partner. Lorenz." The way he said 'partner' set off some flags in Thomas' mind, but they were duly ignored in place of the priority. But Dan assumed the thoughtful look was Thomas trying to figure out who Lorenz was, as if he'd heard of him and was trying to piece it together.

“Would Lorenz be able to make me a pair?"

Dan looked Thomas over a little more critically. “Perhaps. He'd have to meet your Master and Mistress though, so that might be a bit difficult." Thomas got a questioning look across his face so Dan cut him off before he could ask. “What you're wearing there seems pretty decent craftsmanship, but it's not personal. Lorenz won't just make you any old pair, it has to fit you precisely. And as it's only for you in form, but for your master - and mistress - in meaning, it would be up to them to decide everything but it's fit." He took another sip of sake.

Thomas swore on the inside. That would have been perfect. He tried thinking of a way around it, but in his efforts Dan studied him. “I'll, uh… I'll have to get them to…" Thomas was thinking of the logistics of it, getting Zana perhaps to call on a vidphone from the shadows, but then what of Jeremy's voice? Zye perhaps? Would that even work? “I mean, I could maybe get them to call-"

“He'd insist on meeting them in person." Dan said, seeming to enjoy making the man squirm. He wasn't sure why Thomas was being so closed off about it, though he was well aware not everyone wanted to talk about that sort of stuff in public. But he could tell there was something else going on too.

Thomas sighed. 'In person' would not work. “Well, if you have a shop somewhere, maybe I could get measured now and have them pop by another time?" He'd perhaps be able to convince Miriam or Kiera to act as Zana, but even then doubt was already creeping in. Lying to stay alive is one thing, but keeping a lie like that going would be difficult, and easily exposable.

Dan seemed to think about it for a moment, and shrugged “I'd have to ask Lorenz." He looked at Thomas directly, as though staring into his soul. “So," He seemed to change the subject “Dragon pokemon eh? What've ya got?"

Thomas took a deep breath, prepared to list off his crew. “Well, there's Je- I mean, a Hakamo-o-"

“Don't disrespect them by just telling me their species. If they've got names, say them." Dan said passionately, stealing a potato wedge from the bowl with a grin.

“Jeremy. He's my Hakamo-o." Thomas' smile at saying that seemed to get Dan's attention, but the blacksmith remained quiet to let him finish. “Him, Mac the Whir- sorry, 'Scolipede' - he evolved this afternoon-"

“Congratulations." Dan raised his glass clinking it against Thomas' coffee cup before taking a sip.

“Jeremy, Mac and Carmen the Goodra; those three have been with me from the start." Dan nodded, continuing to snack on Thomas' dinner as the man spoke. “Then there's Griff the Noivern - he's a… rescue - and Dusty the Surfsdale. Dusty saved me from a Seviper back at Cannab." Thomas downed a chip as well, hoping to get some dinner from his outing “Then there's Zana. She's-" Thomas almost let the cat out of the back. “Complicated. And a Zoroark."

“They usually are." Dan chuckled, taking another sip of Sake. “So that's your team?"

“Heh," Thomas grinned sheepishly. “Not exactly." Dan looked at him with a raised eyebrow waiting for an explanation. “Zana's not the fighting type. She's a bit of a rescue too, though that's all very…"

“Complicated?" Dan grinned, stealing another wedge.

“Quite." Thomas said sarcastically. “My sixth as far as battling goes is a Gyarados called Squishy."

“Squishy?"

“Carmen named him. That one's got a… strange history…" Thomas had no idea how to describe how he came to be in his crew without getting too close to his own past. “But he's my newest, caught him… yesterday? Yeah."

“You caught a Gyarados?..." Dan looked at Thomas skeptically. The Vandimland trainer didn't look the type to try for one of the more outright aggressive species of pokemon, let alone carry the sort of pokemon that would be capable of fighting it. Not one of his previously stated pokemon was at a type advantage to it, most in fact at a disadvantage given the non-dragon type's affinity for dragon-style moves. “You are full of surprises."

“You don't know the half of it." Thomas mumbled, striking fast for the last potato wedge. “This has been one of the weirdest months of my life."

“How so?"

Thomas froze. How had he been so careless? Dan's question would have been perfectly fine to answer for just about any other person on this ship, but Thomas? He let out an exasperated sigh. “Everything that's happened over the last month, I either can't tell anyone, or shouldn't. And even then, I doubt you'd believe me if I did."

“Try me." Dan took another sip of his sake and leaned back on the stool, an amused yet goading expression on his face.

“Nope." Thomas grinned. Two could play at that game.

“Okay then, I'll guess." Dan looked him up and down again, as though trying to make one last decision about what sort of a man Thomas was. “Which one; Zana or Jeremy?" Thomas was not prepared for that. 'Had a run in with a Gang?', 'Death in the family?', 'Gun for Hire?', all those questions Thomas had an answer for. He gulped. “I saw the way you looked saying Jeremy's name. So my bet's on him."

“Uh, for… for what?" Thomas coughed a little, clearing his throat.

“You want me to spell it out for you?" When Thomas refused to respond he just shrugged, grinning. “Master… or Mistress." He watched as Thomas' eyes went wide, then sighed as they became panicky; checking the exit and other diners' reactions. Nobody else seemed to be listening, which was good. “Thought so. You'll get no judgement from me." Dan held up his bracers. “You know who made these."

Thomas took a few deep breaths. “Lorenz?"

“Lorenz." Dan said, smiling. He retrieved a pokedex phone from his pocket and tapped a few times, eventually swiping it towards the one attached to Thomas' wrist. He turned it to face and checked the box acknowledging he'd been sent a pokedex entry from an unknown device. Thomas' eyes bulged, blinked, and bulged again.

'Revered long ago for its capacity to create iron from nothing, Melmetal is said to deliver the strongest punches of all Pokémon.' Thomas read the description, then stared at the image dumbfounded. Eight feet plus of molten metal, except for several hex-nut-shaped body parts across it's form that seemed to be the only solid structure.

“Master Lorenz." Dan corrected, hoping he was correct.

Thomas took a deep breath. He hoped he was in good company. The man at least seemed to be telling some sort of truth, from what Thomas could discern. “Okay." He gulped. 'All or nothing.' “You want Lorenz to meet my Master and Mistress? We can arrange a meeting."

Dan's grin spread ear to ear. “Excellent." He downed the last of the sake and slid off the stool. “9am. Arena. Lorenz doesn't tolerate tardiness, so show up one minute later and he'll be gone." He dropped a coin on the bar for the Machoke polishing a glass. “Oh, and if you can, bring something metal of value to you. It helps make the final item more personal, and gives Lorenz a better idea of who you are." And with a brief display of finger guns, Dan was gone.

Thomas' stomach rumbled again, the trainer realising he'd barely managed half of his dinner given Dan's quick fingers. Before he could order anything the Barkeep slid another serve onto the table with a smile. Thomas thanked him, ordered an ale and thought about what he'd just gotten himself into.

An hour or so later he returned to a room of semi-conscious pokemon. Mac had apparently eaten himself into a food coma along with Dusty due to the Surfsdale's competitive nature. Carmen and Squishy were huddled against the sliding doors leading to the balcony while Zye and Titan were curled up in front of the television; both rather intrigued by a show on the mating habits of Bug pokemon.

Jeremy and Zana were situated on the couch overlooking the room of pokemon, Zana looking like a cross between a school principal and a bordello Madame, while Jeremy just seemed to have the 'cool uncle' look about him. At first Griff was nowhere to be seen, until Thomas noticed the flashing ring on his pokeball. “Hey folks." He sighed, stretching after taking his shoes off. “How was the night?"

<Aside from Griff,> Jeremy pointed to the pokemon's ball <nothing much happened.>

“And where have you been?" Zana asked with an accusatory tone a mother would their child after catching them sneaking back into the house after curfew.

“Making friends." Before Zana could fire back with some other witty response Thomas elaborated. “Might have found someone to make us a custom pair." He held up his arm with the bracer on and smiled. “But gonna need you two to come with." Jeremy and Zana looked to each other.

<Sure.>

“Why?"

Thomas grinned. “The blacksmith that's gonna make it wants to meet you two, so they can personalise it properly." Zana seemed a little dubious still but nodded. “Well, the blacksmith's Master, at least." The Zoroark's eyes lit up, turning to Thomas with an almost malicious grin as he continued “They need to measure me for the fitting, but I don't get a say on what it looks like. That's… up to you two."

“Well now, that makes it far more worth my time." If Zana could strut while sitting, she would have been.

“Slight catch though," Thomas admitted, holding his breath. “I'm gonna need to bring some metal. It's gotta be something that is important to me. Aaaand I don't think I have anything but pokeballs and a folding shovel in that bag." Zana reached up to fondle the tiara she'd been given earlier that day. She looked to Thomas with a look of sadness, but before she could say anything, Zye entered the conversation.

'Thomas.' Zye's muffled voice rang through his head, Zana and Jeremy turning with their Trainer to face the legendary pokemon. 'Perhaps I can help with that.' He shifted away from Titan, who was unconcerned by his companions' movements and continued watching a Scyther couple rail each other. Padding over to the couch, Zye's ribbon-like scarf twirled around itself, bending down into the pokemon's back to retrieve a broken geometric shape. 'My cube'.

Thomas stared at it in shock. “I… I was wondering where that… You had it?"

'Back when I left you in that cave, I was separated from this cube. It remained in your bag. I did manage to find another buried deep in the cave, though it only contained cells, not another core.' He offered the truncated cuboid to Thomas. 'I carried that one with me until you fell into Zana's cave. When you landed, the old core fell out of your pack. I retrieved it for… 'sentimental value' I believe you humans call it.'

Thomas held the object in his hand. The amount of rock-like metal was considerable, though the weight was next to nothing. The black surface shimmered with green outlines along little hexagonal discolourations, as though marble had been digitally formed. “And you… you're giving this to me?"

'Thomas,' He took a step closer to the man, staring him straight in the eyes. 'I have encountered many humans on this journey. And you are the only one who has earned my respect, and gratitude. I do not have currency with which to purchase gifts that lift the spirits of their recipient.' He looked to Titan, who Thomas realised was still holding the boomerang with both hands. 'Nor do I have the… emotional understanding necessary for that which others can provide.' He turned to Jeremy and Zana. 'But I can be of use in this way. Consider my old home a gift for you to do with as you wish.'

Thomas, Jeremy and Zana were stunned. The trainer was the first to react, falling to the ground before Zye and sweeping the canine up into a tight hug. “Thank you." He whispered into Zye's neck. Jeremy then came off the couch, kneeling alongside Thomas to give the two of them a hug before Zana deigned the interaction lacking without her presence and joined in. They shared a brief moment of peace and tranquility before a hurried stomping brought Carmen into the mix, apparently not needing a reason to participate in a hug other than there is a hug in process without her. Which of course led Squishy over to wrap the whole embrace up in one scaly bundle.

Mac and Dusty snored through it all, with Titan engrossed in visuals Thomas was starting to be concerned were not age-appropriate for the pokemon. 'He must learn sometime.' Zye reasoned to the man's mind. 'And after seeing you and Mac this evening… there were questions…' That last line seemed delivered with a 'this was all your fault' tone, causing Thomas to chuckle sheepishly.

With Zana squirming in an attempt to break up the hug, Squishy and Carmen retreated to their corner where they once more got comfortable. Zye padded back over to Titan and curled around him like a dog would their pup, leaving Jeremy, Zana and Thomas to inspect themselves for excess goo. Carmen's pills must still have been somewhat working, the three of them feeling slightly damp but otherwise un-slimed. “Okay you two. Tomorrow morning. 9am sharp. If we're not there, neither will they be."

<Best get some sleep then.> Jeremy smiled.

“Yep. Sleep." Zana's predatory grin made Thomas gulp, his master and mistress leading him to the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

Morning sun crept through the bedroom window, rising Thomas from his slumber. He checked the clock; 5:51 am. Given it was late spring in his part of the world, it made perfect sense the sun coming up that early. But living most of his life in a town nestled in hills, or at the very least in or around mountains or cities for the last month, it was generally closer to seven or eight before he had to deal with actual sunlight. But being a couple hundred feet up above sea level with a completely flat horizon had its drawbacks.

Thomas got up and drew the crack of a curtain closed, the intense beam of light that had been inches from Zana's face now shut away. “Thnk-ooo… hokasluuuhh…" She managed before falling back asleep. Thomas grinned as he got dressed. Jeremy stirred as well, but was quick to sleep again.

Slipping past the collection of passed out bodies on the cabin floor, he made his way out to the balcony. A fresh morning breeze chilled his bones as the rising sun warmed them up. It was an invigorating feeling, yet entirely alien to him. The wind in town could certainly blow this fast, but not in the same way. Out on the ocean it was constantly coming from one direction, not flipping and twisting with eddies from buildings and cars. He sat down in one of the lounge chairs and tapped the pokedex awake.

He opened a new document and began listing his pokemon and what moves he knew they had. Jeremy was easy, he'd seen him use several recognisable moves time and time again, though he had to do the occasional internet search for them. After a few hours his list was still relatively barebones, but it showed Thomas how much he really didn't know about his pokemon.

'Jeremy: Sky Uppercut, Bide, Scale Shot ???.' Thomas had tried and tried, but he just couldn't figure out what that incredibly powerful move involving Jeremy tearing out his scales was. It was no doubt the one that caused all the trouble on Route 13, but other than that, he hadn't a clue. Whatever it was, it seemed far more powerful than Scale Shot, which he had to rule out.

'Mac: Bug Bite, Rollout, Defense Curl, Poison Tail.' For his glorious little starter, Thomas had fortunately been there to train him up with just about every move; learning from other trainers along route 13 and beyond. Dusty as well for that matter.

'Dusty: High Horsepower, Double Kick, Mud Water Sport, Surf.' He remembered finding out what Mud Sport was, though given what he managed back in Sidna gym, Thomas changed it from one to the other appropriately. He was honestly super proud of how far that little Mudbray had come this last month. Mac was his first official pokemon, but Dusty was his first official catch. And a life-saver to boot.

'Carmen: Counter, Aqua Tail (Whirlpool maybe?), Rain Dance? (Owlra), ???' The Goodra was a bit of a mystery. Thomas knew she learned Counter back in Owlra gym - the memory of that wonderful moment when she flipped the heracross was seared into his brain - and he knew she was capable of a water-type move. But that was about it. The tornado-like rush of water seemed similar to some of the critical hit 'aqua tail' moves, and while there were several other water-type moves the forums recommended she learn, Whirlpool wasn't amongst them. The rain squall as well could have been her doing, but he wasn't entirely sure. Nor had he any clue about anything else she was capable of. He chided himself that a pokemon he'd not only sworn to protect but had also gotten so close to was such a blank slate to him. Which only made him think of-

'Zana: Torment?,???' Zana was far harder to read. He only remembered that one time with the Bounty Hunter where she actually fought. Even then, Thomas only wrote Torment because that's what it looked like she did to the woman. He'd have to sit down with her at some point and figure it out.

'Squishy: Whirlpool, Leer? (Maybe Scary Face), ??? (No Bubble Beam)' Thomas followed one disappointing entry with another, though at least with Squishy he allowed himself the consolation that the Gyarados had barely been with him a day at this point.

'Griff: ???' Thomas groaned, leaning back in the chair. The only fight he remembered seeing Griff active in was one where he was having the crap beaten out of him by a Rocket thug at the Wooloobell police station. He knew the Noivern had used some sort of air-based move, but didn't have the slightest clue as to which one.

Thomas really needed to sit down with this group and figure out what they could do. He looked at the list. Mac would excel against Grass-types, and Dusty was a pretty good all-rounder. But the rest - even Jeremy - absolutely lacked in all the other aspects. He had nothing to face off against flying, water or fighting and the only pokemon capable of dealing with electric types was also somewhat weak to them; though how 'dual-typing' worked in Dusty's case - being the opposites of Water and Ground - was still somewhat difficult for Thomas to wrap his head around.

As much as he hated to admit it, Abigail was right. He didn't know nearly enough about his pokemon. And that had to change. But glancing down at his watch, he realised that would have to be a task for another time, as it was approaching 8:30 already. Sneaking back into the room, he discovered Zye awake. 'You have been thinking hard out there.' Thomas stopped in his tracks, unsure whether he should tell the pokemon off for reading his mind or not. 'Worry not, I was not listening to your thoughts. Think of it like walking past a concert hall and hearing the opera within. You cannot understand the words, or hear the music properly as it is just noise. But you know they are performing. Your thoughts Thomas, are noisy.'

'Sorry about that. Really, Sorry. I hope I didn't wake you. Can you get a hat for that? A hat that blocks thoughts. Though that might not be good for-'

'Calm yourself. I am not offended. Wake Jeremy and Zana. You will need to leave soon.'

Thomas nodded to Zye then made his way to the bedroom. It didn't take too long for Jeremy to get himself organised, applying a little armour polish to his plates. But Zana insisted Thomas brush her hair properly, which took them to 8:49. Eventually Thomas affixed her Tiara properly and the trio tiptoed back through the cabin while the rest slept off their respective food comas, Zye assuring him they'd inform the rest that Thomas would be back soon.

Thomas grabbed both Jeremy and Zana's balls, scanning them into the sticker printer to get them each a pass, placing the sticker on Jeremy's inner wrist and behind Zana's neck under her mane and out of sight. Then retrieving the Zygarde cube and wrapping it in a towel, he led Jeremy and Zana down towards the Arena; the latter having only heard of it from Thomas' account the day before. They arrived at 8:59 to see Dan standing alongside Lorenz near the sign up sheet. Zana balked at the massive metallic pokemon, her step faltering as Thomas turned to face them with a friendly wave. “Good morning."

“Thomas! Wasn't sure if you were going to come." Dan chuckled, stepping aside to show off Lorenz in all his shiny glory. “Thomas, This is Master Lorenz." The Melmetal stood arms akimbo waiting for Thomas to react.

Despite having never seen anything quite like the chrome-looking pokemon before him, Thomas kept his cool and bowed politely. “Dan, Lorenz; May I introduce Master Jeremy and Madame Zana."

Dan's eyebrow raised. “Not Mistress?"

“Oh, I am his Mistress," Zana grinned “But he knows better than to introduce me with anything other than my proper name." Dan smiled and nodded, glancing sideways at a similarly nodding Lorenz. “He came to us absolutely praising your handiwork." She turned to the bulky Melmetal “Or I believe it was yours?"

Lorenz nodded again, letting Dan speak for him. “Lorenz is the mastermind behind our business' more intricate works." The blacksmith pushed his sleeves up to show off his own metallic bracers. “These are what caught your Thomas' eye."

Zana was transfixed by the shining metal, amazed at the attention to detail in the miniscule chain links. “Incredible. Thomas, your description has done this work an incredible disservice. Though I doubt I would have been able to do much better." Jeremy nodded in agreement.

“I find it interesting Madame, how you are so fluent in our language." Dan couldn't help himself, curiosity burning inside to know how a notoriously anti-human species of pokemon would learn such a thing, and to such a comprehensive standard.

Zana looked the buff man up and down, smiling coyly. “Perhaps while your Master works on my pet's new bindings, they would permit me to… educate you?"

Dan looked at Lorenz with a raised eyebrow, but the pokemon just pointed to the arena. “You may have yourself a deal. However, We did not ask you here just to chat. We could have done that in our room. Or yours. No, Lorenz needs to get to know you properly." The Melmetal strode out into the water of the arena, it's head quickly disappearing beneath the surface only to reappear moments later climbing up onto the steel platform a short distance away.

“Wait, he wants to battle them?" Thomas looked at Zana, her eyes wide, head shaking. Jeremy pulled her to the side and began whispering to her.

“Not just him. That… wouldn't be fair." Dan then pulled a ball from his holster, summoning a particularly rotund and very flammable pokemon on the rocky island. “Meet Honzo."

Jeremy and Zana looked at the new pokemon, then Thomas, then his pokedex. Thomas brought the device up to scan it. 'Emboar, the Mega Fire Pig Pokemon. Dual Fire-Fighting Type. It can throw a fire punch by setting its fists on fire with its fiery chin. It cares deeply about its friends.'

“How quaint." Zana grumbled, looking it up and down. “Though he's definitely got some muscles on him…" She muttered, raising her eyebrows in approval.

Thomas and Jeremy both rolled their eyes. <Task at hand…> Jeremy reiterated, knowing Thomas would probably get told off for interrupting his Mistress' daydream. <How are we going to deal with these two?>

Thomas was about to say something when Dan silenced him with a finger. “Nope. This is a silent trainer battle. You can't give orders, and neither can I. Lorenz wants to test them, not you." He pointed to Jeremy and Zana. They looked to Thomas with wide eyes, suddenly more frightened at their trainer's lack of input going forward.

Thomas on the other hand was trying not to look relieved by pushing his own worry to the surface. He didn't want to admit knowing only three moves between them - if that - and being unable to shout orders from the sidelines helped prevent exposing him.

<What do I do, I don't fight. I can't fight, I don't even know how to->

<Hey!> Jeremy shook Zana by the shoulders, trying to snap her out of it. <You said before you don't really do fighting, but do you know anything that might damage either of them?> Zana shook her head. <Shit.> Jeremy thought hard, looking at both of the opponent pokemon. Lorenz put its hands on it's hips again, impatience beginning to show. <C'mon, let's make our way out.> He guided her to a section that indicated a retractable sub-surface platform that would allow them to walk out to the forest island.

As they walked, they talked. <I don't do damaging moves. I mean, I talk. I've always just… talked. I… I don't know.>

Jeremy looked from the Melmetal to the Emboar and back. Zana would have no chance against the Steel type, and if her boasting is anything to be believed, she'd be best against the male Emboar rather than the genderless Melmetal. At least then she might be able to distract it for long enough that Jeremy could finish off Lorenz… Though the thought of taking that hulking blob of living chrome down was something else entirely. <You distract Honzo while I deal with Lorenz.>

<The Fighter?> She grabbed Jeremy's arm as they made it onto shore. <You know I'm weak to fighters!>

<But he's weak to you.>

Zana blinked <What? How!> Jeremy winked mischievously at her as the buzzer sounded, then ran full pelt for the edge of the island. He planted his feet in the sand, releasing a Sky Uppercut to give him the much needed height to make it to Lorenz' platform. The Melmetal was waiting with a discharge upon landing, mildly electrocuting the Hakamo-o but not breaking his stride.

Jeremy lined up his opponent and went all out straight away, hoping to finish Lorenz and get to Honzo as quickly as possible. His armour plates began to glow, Jeremy ripping off two on his leg to start with before flinging them at the hulking metal being with all his might. A couple disturbing 'plop' sounds later and the only evidence of the attack was a series of ripples across Lorenz' shiny surface and a couple explosions on the thick arena glass behind it. That was not good. Jeremy blinked, and in that split second got smashed by a two-hit combo from Lorenz' iron fists.

On the other side of the Arena, Honzo stood proudly on his platform, releasing stream after stream of fire, showing off his flamethrower for both the small crowd and to strike fear in Zana. And to a certain extent it was working. Unlike Jeremy, she had no way of leaping over to the rocky platform, and she doubted the fire type would try swimming over to her little island, so they were kind of at a stalemate. However she knew she had to get in close to do anything to him, whereas she had no idea what he could do from a distance.

Zana looked to Thomas who just blew her a kiss. She gulped, steeling herself for the insanity she was about to try. <Honzo, darling.> She cried out, as proper as possible. The Emboar stopped, a little confused at her politeness in the middle of the battle. <It appears I'm on the wrong island. Wait there for me, will you dear?> The Emboar cleared it's throat straightening himself as he watched Zana carefully take to the water.

Swimming was definitely not her Forte. And after the incident in the cave, nobody could have blamed her if she wanted to stay away from water altogether. But she had taken things seriously when Thomas began talking about the ocean trip to Unova. She had asked Squishy and Dusty the night before to help teach her how to swim, and while they had agreed to during the cruise, she hadn't gotten around to it yet. But she did know how to tread water. So playing to her strengths she slowly sashayed into the water, keeping her eyes on the Emboar every second of the paddle over.

Knowing she was unable to perform any moves in the water like that, Honzo spent his time bulking up, showing off his increasingly girthy muscles to the female Zoroark slowly paddling over. When she arrived at the rocky platform she grabbed the edge with her claws, hoisting herself up onto the platform. Wet fur clung to her skin, accentuating the curves of her body as she wrung out the thick mane of hair onto the dry rock below. <Be a dear would you?> She said, turning her back to the Emboar. <Just enough to dry me off.>

Honzo looked around, trying to see if this was some sort of prank, going so far to look at his trainer, Dan; who was trying very hard not to laugh his arse off along with Thomas. Zana - somewhat facing their direction - gave a wink and Dan had to bury his face in his hands to keep control. “She certainly is…"

“Complicated. Yeah." Thomas finished the man's sentence before his attention was taken by another flash of electricity over on the steel rig. Lorenz alternated between zapping Jeremy whenever he got close enough, following up with some brutal punches while the Hakamo-o danced around him, Leering at the Melmetal constantly.

Jeremy would see the Melmetal's tell each time it was about to let loose it's electrical discharge - a shift in stance and growth of its feet to better make contact with the ground - and after falling foul of the move a couple times, managed to start avoiding it regularly. Once Lorenz figured this out, it abandoned the move, choosing instead to just beat the dragon type into submission. Jeremy hunkered down and Bide his time as each successive hit resonated through the steel structure, causing the water's surface to ripple and foam.

After dousing Zana in a gently applied flamethrower, Honzo held off further attacks to make sure the Zoroark had been properly dried. It just seemed the polite thing to do. And after she had patted out the few spot fires, her recently dried and very fluffy fur only seemed to accentuate her figure more. <I saw you bulking up on my way over here.> She said coyly, looking confident as hell on the outside but a nervous wreck inside. <C'mon, give us a flex.>

Honzo grinned, rolling his shoulders back to give Zana tickets to the thrice-bulked Gun Show. <Like what you see?> He growled with a big grin.

Zana couldn't help herself, letting out the barest of moans as those massive biceps strained underneath short black and orange fur. <Oh damn…> She muttered, losing herself in the moment. Realising quickly what effect Honzo was having on her, she tried thinking more strategically, altering her voice to sound more sensual as she flirted. <I haven't seen muscles like that in… forever.> She bit her bottom lip and took a step closer.

“She's good, I'll give her that." Dan chuckled, “I see why you picked her up."

“Oh, we'd need far more time than a battle to go over that whole ordeal." Thomas replied with a smile, attention brought away from the rigidly defending Jeremy to the overly flirtatious Zana. “It involves a Pangoro airbag, copulating steelix and a very zealous Magikarp in a scarf." Dan's chuckling ceased as he looked to Thomas with astonishment. “Hey, look. This'll be good."

Thomas pointed to Jeremy, who had taken several hard hits from Lorenz. His body battered and bruised, Thomas could tell he was building up to something, and with a palm-strike to the massive chest-hex-nut, he sent the Melmetal staggering backwards. Lorenz - a little shakily - released a discharge in shock, then wailed into Jeremy with more double strikes.

Zana meanwhile was doing her best to get up close with the Emboar, complimenting Honzo on his appearance and assumed virility. Then, when his guard was down she crept in close to his ear. <That Hakamo-o is a fiend! His sexual appetite is unmatched. He takes me every single night while our trainer watches.> She ran a clawed hand gently along Honzo's collarbone, whispering again <But you can have me tonight, if you can take him down.> She all but purred in the Emboars ear.

Looking at Jeremy take hit after powerful hit, Zana began to get worried the Hakamo-o might not last the fight, let alone taking on the still unharmed Emboar afterwards. With a deep breath she decided to make a personal sacrifice. <Ever sleep with a human woman?> He shook his head. Zana gulped, she needed something really potent to get his mind off the fight. <Well,> Her whisper was almost inaudible as she interlaced her fingers with his, drawing his massive hand to her altered breasts <I'm better.>

<A-are those?> He stammered, unable to focus on anything but the Zoroark. He gave them a gentle squeeze.

<Illusions are sight only. That's reeeeal…> She emphasised the last word, growling it in Honzo's ear to make him weak at the knees.

Then it happened. What small crowd had gathered at just past nine in the morning had been paying attention to the sexual advances of a Zoroark on the hapless Emboar. But with a mighty CLANG, eyes darted to the other interaction. Jeremy, having withstood multiple strikes from the Melmetal unleashed his third Bide, striking the Melmetal in it's midsection, flinging its central nut out into the water. Then, with Lorenz in a daze he dispatched the pokemon's brassy head with a forceful sky uppercut. The body wobbled a bit before collapsing on the steel deck, motionless. Then in a flash of red light, Lorenz was gone.

The only two who seemed unphased by this were Jeremy and Dan, the latter of whom turned to Thomas - who was eyes wide in horror - to say “Don't worry. It happens, though not in a while. Consider those nuts as decorative. Like your Hakamo-o's plates; removable, but not fun to do so." Thomas nodded, turning his attention back to Honzo.

<Oh no!> Zana whimpered. <Quick, protect my honour!> She backed up to give Jeremy and Honzo room to fight, having done her best to lower the Emboars defenses. Hiding behind one of the rocks Tyranitar had torn out of the ground and the ship's drones had replaced - though not perfectly - Zana waited for Jeremy's landing.

Sure enough, with a hop-skip and sky-uppercut, Jeremy pulled off a hero's landing on the rocky island. Putting all her remaining energy into an illusion, she forced Honzo to watch as wicked pink balefire erupted from the ground with every one of Jeremy's steps, tormenting the pokemon with visions of crunched bones underfoot and a droning oppressive choir in the background.

Jeremy stood in front of Honzo and cracked his knuckles. Honzo screamed in terrified fury, blasting forward with a particularly pathetic Flamethrower. However, while it's confide-diminished stream of flame was not powerful enough to reach Jeremy, Zana's illusion looked as though it had and more. But Jeremy stepped out of the ashen remains of bones at his feet, wreathed in flame that was slowly turning the same colour pink as his plates. Spotting Zana hiding behind one of the nearby rocks, and being reminded that this was - in fact - a friendly battle, Jeremy realised that while the Melmetal would be able to survive a strike from his hidden-power infused armour plates, the emboar probably wouldn't.

Thomas could see the obvious problem as well and began to get nervous watching. Dan placed a hand on his shoulder. “Stay calm, let's see what happens." His kind words helped Thomas' stressed demeanour, but Dan had absolutely no idea what Jeremy was capable of if lost in the moment.

Jeremy smashed his hand-plates against the ground, striking the rock in such a way as to blunt them considerably. It hurt his pride more than anything, but he knew it would be worth it to be able to put the same power into the strike without worrying about lethality. It worked well for Zana's torment illusion as well, With Honzo looking up to see a glowing Hakamo-o striking the ground with massive yellow sparks flying up at each strike. He scrambled to his feet, standing his ground and found himself unable to use Flamethrower.

Jeremy pointed threateningly to Honzo, leering at him as Zana made Honzo think his hands had become coated in ice. Attempting to recover from whatever Jeremy had done to him, Honzo jabbed at the Hakamo-o with a desperate Hammer Arm strike. Jeremy took the hit, and looked in pretty bad shape; Honzo's physical prowess was still heavily buffed with Bulk up. But after another weak Flamethrower, Jeremy unleashed a frightening display of Hidden Power. Tearing the plates from his hands - easily the largest ones on his body - and heating them enough to glow he hurled them at Honzo. The fire-type braced, throwing his arms up to shield his head, the armour plates impacting hard enough for the pokemon to stumble, but not break the skin before ricocheting off to smash against the arena's massive dome.

Honzo shook his head, the dizzying aftereffects of his arms smashing into his head from the Hakamo-o's assault causing him a small amount of confusion. But it was enough for Jeremy to take advantage of the situation, stepping up close, crouching down and launching into a devastating sky uppercut. Honzo's body rocketed upwards, flailing through the air before falling back to the rocky ground, hard. Jeremy had to steady himself from the impact, While Zana remained hidden as a small cloud of dust rolled past. The Emboar's hand slid close to his body, pushing against the ground to lift himself up, but he didn't have enough energy left, collapsing to the ground in a burst of red.

“Well damn." Dan whistled at Jeremy's final blow. “That was one hell of an unexpected result." He turned to Thomas, who was beaming. “Well done. Let's head on back to my room, Lorenz should be all healed up by the time we get there, and we can discuss things."

“Just gotta wait for these two. I didn't realise we'd be battling, so I left their balls in my room." Thomas said sheepishly.

“No problems, I can wait." Dan smiled, taking a seat on one of the benches, chatting to some of the people intrigued to know what the Meltan was and where it came from.

Thomas strode over to one of the small dinghies moored along the side of the arena and took it out to the rocky island. As he pulled alongside it, Jeremy lowered Zana down to Thomas, who gently placed her on one of the seats before lifting Jeremy off the edge. He placed his Master next to his Mistress and made for shore. Being this close to Jeremy after a fight was difficult to handle, the Hakamo-o's bloodied and bruised body was not easy for the man to look at.

The noise of the engine was too loud for Thomas to hear the conversation between his two pokemon, though from the looks of it, Zana had told the Hakamo-o something particularly shocking, given his reaction. He seemed grumpy but understanding, leading to one of the stranger things Thomas would see that day; the Zoroark wrapping her arm around Jeremy and holding him close.

They reached shore, Dan helping Zana out of the boat with a kiss on her hand before helping lift Jeremy up on shore. “You're looking a bit rough. Might be good to get you healed up before chatting to Lorenz."

“We can head back to our room and be down to yours in - what - a half hour?" Thomas said, looking to Zana to back him up but she just shrugged.

“No need." Dan piped up. “Just select Jeremy and Zana on that display over there, and they'll be returned to their balls. Then you can just summon them in my suite."

Thomas blinked several times, amazed as to the extent of the ship's specialised pokemon data system. He turned to Jeremy who nodded. And so making his way over to the panel, Thomas scanned his pokedex. The system registered his pass and brought up a list of his wandering pokemon, the Hakamo-o and Zoroark being the only ones out of his room. He selected 'Recall' on Jeremy first, tapping through the various 'are you sure' boxes before he was zapped through the system back to his ball. The same went for Zana next, Thomas hoping her quick trip through the healing station would fix her singed hair and he wouldn't get blamed for it.

With all pokemon back in their balls, Dan walked over to Thomas and led him out of the arena. While walking, Thomas tried his best to fill Dan in on his initial meeting with Zana. He left out why he was being chased by Rocket Rising, and the arrival of the bounty hunter at the end. But he included spotting the pair of Steelix, spotting Squishy as a Magikarp and his near-drowning thanks to a strong current. It was almost impossible to believe, but Dan took the man at his word.

By the time Thomas was most of the way through discussing what he knew of Squishy's journey they had arrived at Dan's room. It was a lower deck room, but it wasn't nearly as tiny as Thomas had expected. They were a floor up from the bottom 'Blue Basculin' level, and quite near the central elevator shaft, despite the pair having taken the far more scenic stairway route. Dan ushered Thomas into the space which was probably only a third the size of his first class room. There was a small kitchenette along one wall, a massive bed against the outer hull and instead of a couch there was a large padded mat against the floor and wall.

“After winning the ticket they asked if there were any special considerations I had regarding Pokemon. My only request was that the space be appropriate for an eight foot, one Tonne pokemon. So I got this room." The mention of Lorenz' weight sparked a realisation within Thomas.

Making sure the door was closed, he got close to Dan and with a lowered voice he asked “One Tonne? Surely that gets… dangerous, right?"

“Ha!" Dan grinned, checking his two pokemon's vitals on the monitor. They were both close to being healed up, Lorenz more so than Honzo. “Don't tell him I said so, but he's really a softie." Thomas gave him a look of disbelief. “He may be huge and heavy, but he's got a lot of control over his mass, I fully trust him not to crush me when we play."

Thomas ran that through his head, thinking back to the pokedex entry. “Hold up, the pokedex said 'gender unknown'. So how…" He made a few gestures with his hands.

“Believe me." Dan said, smiling “He may officially have no gender, but his cock says otherwise." Thomas thought for a moment and nodded, accepting the strange fact for what it was. He was actually quite curious now to see the Melmetal's junk up close. But that would be up to Dan and Lorenz. “Speaking of…" He pressed the button of one of the four balls in his healing station, and in a sparkle of light Lorenz popped into existence on the mat. Thomas bowed respectfully.

Lorenz looked the man over, pointed to Thomas with a huge fist, then the healing station and then directly in front of him. Thomas couldn't tell if he was angry or not, though the little dot inside the nut certainly didn't seem like a happy dot. Thomas walked over to the healing station and pulled Dan over with him. “Uh, how do I do the summon thing from here?"

Dan smiled weakly, realising Lorenz might not be in the best mood after having his head punched off. “Place your pokedex against the scanner, select the pokemon and have them transferred." Thomas quickly did so, bringing out Zana first in the hopes her presence might soothe the mad Melmetal.

She popped out on the Mat just next to Lorenz, and barely able to see it's 'head' she introduced herself politely again. “Master Lorenz. It is a pleasure to meet you again." Lorenz huffed, clearly a little frustrated he'd have to show manners before laying into Jeremy. But respectful of Zana, he bowed slightly, humming a noncommittal tone of greeting. She then turned to Thomas to see what was going on.

“Just a moment Mistress," Thomas pleaded calmly “Jeremy is taking a while to heal."

That seemed to give some satisfaction to Lorenz who seated himself on the floor, patting his lap for Dan to join him while gesturing to a small recliner near the bed for Zana to sit on. Dan popped the button on Honzo's ball, bringing him into the cabin as well before taking a seat in his Melmetal Master's lap. Honzo blinked a little, stretching before noticing Zana sitting like a queen in the recliner. He grumbled, slouching against the bed, realising he'd been played. “Oh sweetie, I'm sorry." Zana mewled, the sharpness in her tongue blunted by actual pity for the Emboar. “I don't do physical combat."

Honzo crossed his arms grumpily. Dan looked to Thomas, who shrugged. He had no idea how to approach the situation, but gave Zana a pleading look anyway. Realising the deal might get shaky if Honzo remained in that state, she sighed, getting up from her chair to stand before the 'Mega Fire Pig'. “Not everything was a lie though." She said with a smile. “Let's see those guns." Honzo - half reluctant, half prideful - raised his arms to flex, Zana quickly sliding onto his thigh as he did so. “You're my throne now."

Honzo's flame flared for a moment before he accepted the Zoroarks demand, placing one of his massive hands gently across her thigh. She just smiled up at him, leaning into the pokemon's chest and murring happily. To the others she seemed comfortable, as though in a happy place. And she was. Images and feelings of laying next to one of her few friends at the zoo she was imprisoned in was a Darmanitan. Many a night she'd sneak over to his pen after the humans had had their 'fun', and rest in his warm, fuzzy arms. The scent of smoke helped get her in a calm state and in doing so, soothe Honzo.

A small beep was emitted from Thomas' pokedex, alerting him to Jeremy's healing being completed. He summoned the Hakamo-o into Dan's room and waited for the obvious fallout. A succession of loud vibrations was emitted by Lorenz, with Jeremy capable of responding to each accusation. Thomas looked to Zana, but she just shrugged, the metal pokemon's communication too alien even for her. Thomas' attention was drawn to a hushed <Not here…> spoken by Jeremy to Lorenz, but while looking at his confused trainer. Jeremy huffed. <Then make a fork.>

The Melmetal held a massive hand out, a two-pronged metal rod slowly emerging from the liquid metal. The tines of the fork were a good six inches long, but the handle itself was well over two feet. When it pinched off at the tip and began to fall forward, Jeremy grabbed it, struck it on one of his plates and began bending the handle ever so slightly. This altered the tone of the ringing, though with Thomas' knowledge of musical instruments, that seemed impossible. Lorenz' attitude changed almost immediately, Dan intrigued by how well Jeremy was able to converse with the rare and very hard to understand pokemon.

It had taken many years of practice for Dan to understand the basics of what his little Meltan was saying, so when he evolved into a Melmetal and had more resonance to play with, Lorenz was already mostly understood by the man. But Dan had never tried communicating with the pokemon through sound like Jeremy was doing right in front of him, and he was determined to get his Master to train him in the use of that fork as soon as their three guests had left.

It was several minutes of hummed warbles before the conversation ended. Lorenz seemed more than satisfied with Jeremy's answers and gave the nod to Dan. “I have no idea what just went on, Master, but I am gonna need you to show me how to do that." Lorenz emitted a Melmetal version of a chuckle before nodding. He then pointed to Thomas' wrist and clanked the metal hex nuts in his fists together. “Oh, yes. Did you manage to find something metallic you wanted to include in the final piece?"

Thomas took a deep breath and went to the kitchenette counter where he left the wrapped up towel. “You asked me to bring you metal, so..." He said, unwrapping the package. Thomas held out the Zygarde Cube for Lorenz to inspect.

Dan's eyes went wide. “What is that? I- I've never seen a metal like it." He only refrained from grabbing the object to inspect it closer because his Master was giving it a look over.

Thoams didn't want to admit Zye was on the ship, so had to come up with something. “It was recently recovered from an archaeological site, and gifted to me as thanks for rescuing someone." He pointed out the broken section as Lorenz turned it over and over, his metallic skin holding onto it like a soft chrome magnet “That was an unfortunate accident in the digging process. They've kept the intact one they came across, obviously." Thomas knew the best way to lie convincingly was to select what truth should be told. Zye had given it to him for rescuing Titan, and he was keeping an intact cube as well.

Lorenz looked to Jeremy critically, the Hakamo-o nodding to an unspoken query. Lorenz nodded back, then handed the Zygarde Cube down to his blacksmith trainer. “Unbelievable… It's so light, but it's so… rigid." He passed the metal to Honzo who looked it over, also in disbelief. “I've never seen a metal like it. And that's way more than would be necessary for making your armguards."

“Then perhaps I could ask a favour, with the remaining metal as payment?" Dan looked to Lorenz, who seemed actually taken aback by the request, but nodded all the same. Thomas took a deep breath. “My pokemon are my life. I have wanted to be a trainer for years, and I finally got my chance barely a month ago." Dan's eyes went wide at the absurd timeframe. “Meeting Jeremy and Madame Zana changed my life forever, and I am forever in their debt." Jeremy placed a hand on Thomas' shoulder, smiling. “These bracers are for both myself and them, and I want to make sure they understand that. Can you make my Master and Mistress a key each to unlock their bracer?"

“You really want me to have the only key to getting that thing off?" Zana asked with a tone of malicious mischief.

But Thomas didn't skip a beat, turning to face her. “Yes." Jeremy squeezed his shoulder, giving the man a look that said the same thing Zana had. “You two mean more to me than I can describe. After years alone, you're the light at the end of my tunnel. And I need you to know that whatever happens, I'm yours as much as you are mine." Jeremy and Zana looked at each other, then at Lorenz. The Melmetal nodded, patting Dan on the shoulder as a sign to get up, which he did immediately.

“Master accepts your request, and wishes to measure you." Dan said, stepping over beside Honzo as Lorenz approached Thomas. Seeing the lack of space, Jeremy retreated to what space was left beside Dan and looked on. Lorenz then turned to Jeremy and warbled a series of tones that first raised the pokemons eyebrow before causing a wicked grin to form. The Melmetal then gestured to Honzo to return the metallic artefact, which was sucked into his massive metal hand the moment it made contact.

Thomas recognised Jeremy's grin, so he wasn't surprised when Lorenz gestured for him to remove his clothes entirely. He did so immediately, presenting his athletic frame to the pokemon; arms slightly raised, and ready to be moved into whatever position was asked of him. But instead of being maneuvered or manipulated, Lorenz instead rotated the massive hex nut shapes in his arm to form a kind of 'dent' and pressed them against Thomas' hands. With a little guidance, Thomas straightened his arms to give the pokemon better access and felt a mild electrical jolt flow through him.

Jeremy meanwhile had placed a claw on Dan's waist before sliding it up along the man's shirt. He tried to move to remove the article of clothing, but Jeremy just held him tight. The Hakamo-o pushed Dan into place right in front of him so the two could watch Lorenz work on Thomas. Zana joined in the fun as well, sliding into Honzo's lap and pulling his huge arms over her shoulders like a scarf. Dan looked to see what the Emboars gasp was about, getting enough of a view of the Zoroark's position before Jeremy brought his attention back to the other two.

Thomas' arms by this point had been sucked elbow deep into the chrome arms of the Melmetal, and it was a very strange sensation. It was like hundreds of marbles were rotating in rings around his arms, each time he flexed from the mild electrical shocks to his muscles, he could feel them gather, kneading to test his body's malleability and strength against the force of metal surrounding him. The sensation was mechanical in nature, but incredibly erotic as little vibrations and static shocks coursed across every inch of submerged skin. Thomas wondered what it would feel like entirely submerged in such a thing.

Lorenz may have been causing a dramatic sensual reaction in Thomas - and a very visual one for anyone looking at him below the waist - but throughout that period he'd been hard at work testing and measuring the man's body. He had to know the location of every single muscle, contour and bone to make his works of art fit perfectly. Each little twitch of the trainer's muscles showed the pokemon exactly where he needed to add hinge structures, springs, mesh or the like.

The Melmetal had observed Jeremy's fighting style in the arena, and his attitude outside of it. It was certainly interesting comparing the Zoroark to the Hakamo-o, the former more Domineering outside a battle, while the latter considerably more aggressive within. He could tell their opposite ways of treating their 'pet' - as Zana so amusingly referred to Thomas - actually seemed to complement each other. Given their attitudes, Lorenz had come to a decision as to how the trainer's bracers should appear. And given some of the things Dan had mentioned to him the night before, he had another couple of surprises in store as well.

Lorenz turned so Thomas could see Jeremy, the Hakamo resting his chin on Dan's shoulder as he held the man close by the waist. The Melmetal hummed, and Jeremy nodded, waggling an eyebrow maliciously. <Make him beg.>

Lorenz slowly turned to face Thomas again, the little ball hovering inside the pokemon's 'head' flattened at the top to give it a very mischievous look. He lifted Thomas off the ground by the arms, the man still submerged to the elbow in the Melmetal's limbs. As he lifted the trainer, Lorenz pushed some of his material out between Thomas' legs, the protrusion forming into a slightly above average sized cock. Thomas felt the malleable metal graze along his inner thighs and gasped, and as Lorenz lowered him onto the shaft, he moaned happily. But he could hear Jeremy and Zana trying to stifle laughter in the background. A curious hum vibrated out from Lorenz' form, and also up his shaft pressed against Thomas' rear passage, causing a more audible moan of pleasure to escape the man's lips.

Jeremy swallowed his laughter, taking a deep breath to put on a straight face and explain. <Our little Thomas here loves him some pokemon cock. I mean really, really loves it.>

“The bigger, the better." Zana added. “He took a mature Rhyperior a few weeks ago, and has only gotten looser since." Jeremy turned to zana and gave her a look. She shrugged, nodding back with a twinkle in her eye. “Perhaps you can settle something for us." She said melodically, knowing full well Thomas would be starting to panic if she was asking Lorenz to do something for her. And by the look in his eye, he was. Excited and curious as well, but panicking nonetheless. “I want to know what his breaking point is."

Lorenz, Honzo, Dan and Thomas looked at her in utter shock while Jeremy seemed lost in thought at the prospect; as though something was missing. “B-breaking point?" Thomas stammered, gulping. Lorenz hummed a response, causing Thomas to moan again.

“That way I can get a toy made for when I need a little... entertainment." Her words were sweet as honey, but stung like venom. Thomas knew his interaction with Lorenz was about to take a massive turn, and Zana would soon be able to use sex as a form of punishment. Despite this knowledge, his cock twitched with lust. “Mmmm, you think it'll be fun my little pokeslut…" She could feel Honzo's member expanding beneath her, so lined the tip of the corkscrew-like cock with her hole and made sure Thomas kept eye contact with her as she spoke “But just you wait." And she impaled herself on the Emboar's tool, moaning aloud as her body shuddered from it's strange shape.

<Does that look fun?> Jeremy moaned into Dan's ear, turning him to face the copulating pokemon. He knew the man wouldn't understand him but hoped the tone would carry across. <You want to fuck that Zoroark pussy?>

“Uhn! No…" Zana shot back “He's gotta earn it!" She looked back to Honzo, who looked like he was wondering how he'd earned the right. “Don't worry sweetie, you've more than earned it." She leaned forward, giving the Emboar a good view of her rear. <Fuck me good and proper and I'll let you cum in me.> She slammed herself down on his cock, the twisted tip winding so far inside her she could feel it pushing into her egg duct. She slid a clawed hand between her legs, <I'll be the best fuck you ever had…> she lightly stroked the Emboar's balls with the sharpened tips <but I cum first. Understand> Honzo nodded furiously.

Dan gasped as Jeremy pushed his pants down, sliding clawed fingers around the man's cock and gently stroking it to full mast. “I-" He took a few quick breaths and tried again “Master Jeremy," Dan turned to face the Hakamo-o that had him by the balls “I'd much rather you inside me."

It hadn't crossed the pokemon's mind that Dan might be gay, Thomas' seemingly pansexual nature being so much the norm of late. But seeing what little reaction he had to Zana's pork stuffing, and his lack of remorse for her stated refusal of his ability to join her made perfect sense. <Even better.> Jeremy growled into Dan's ear, sending shivers down his spine. <I get you all to myself.> The pokemon once more turned Dan to face his own Master, who was still trying to figure out the best size cock for Thomas. A slightly larger and almost perfectly cylindrical rod was jutting out from Lorenz' pelvis. <Start there and just… experiment.> Jeremy suggested.

With a loud hum of agreement, Lorenz angled Thomas' legs just enough to get them part way around his thick midsection, spreading the man's cheeks in the process. He then retracted enough of the chromed cock into his body that the tip was pressed against Thomas' rear but went no further. The man looked to see what was wrong, but the pokemon just stared at him expectantly, as did Jeremy and Dan. 'Damn Zana…' he thought, realising Lorenz was going to take her literally. “Please Master Lorenz. Fuck me."

Nothing.

Jeremy gave him a 'seriously, that's your best?' look, even Dan was trying to hold back a smirk. Lorenz looked at Thomas, the little black ball in his head narrowing into a V shape. A gentle push from his nethers stretched the man's hole slightly, but afforded him no relief. “Please…" Thomas sighed, his cock throbbing. “Please fuck me…"

<Perhaps the slut needs more motivation?> Jeremy said, feeling as though he were channelling Zana with that line. He looked back to see the Zoroark and Emboar lost in their own little world of pleasure.

Responding to Jeremy's statement, Lorenz began to hum a response, which immediately caused Thomas to writhe in bliss; the heavily vibrating tip of the Melmetal's cock pressed tight against his puckered hole. “F-Fu-uh-uh-uhhh…" The man gasped, catching the attention of his audience.

<That's better.> Jeremy growled, tightly grasping Dan's cock in his hand as he pulled him to the recliner. Sitting down in it, Jeremy pulled the larger man onto his lap, but despite the strange angle, he managed to get his draconic member between the man's legs so their cocks would lay alongside each other; like the night he spent in the old bus depot with Thomas. Feeling the heat of Jeremy against him in such a way caused Dan to shudder.

Dan gulped “May I touch you, Master Jeremy?" The pokemon growled a response, freeing the man from his grip so Dan could pleasure them both. To his credit, the blacksmith picked up on the action, and did just as Jeremy had hoped, wrapping both his hands around their tools and beginning to pump them slowly. “Thank you Master Jeremy." he moaned, feeling the throbbing heat of the Hakamo-o radiate into him.

Thomas meanwhile was slowly slipping into an overstimulated haze as Lorenz' vibrations wore away his sanity. “Oh Arceus, Oh L-Lorenz…" He whimpered, arse tingling from the high-frequency assault. His lack of the word Master caused Lorenz to pull away for a brief moment before pushing just the head of his cock past Thomas' pucker. “FUH- S-Sorry Mah-Master Lorrrrrennnz… Uhn…" He moaned. The last couple minutes of anal torment felt like hours of edging foreplay to Thomas, his need to be impaled on that rod beginning to outweigh any other drive in his existence. “P-please PLEASE fuck me." He cried, pleading for mercy “T-take me, use me. I-I am your p-p-pokesluuuUUUT!"

At that word Lorenz rammed himself all the way in by simply growing himself inside Thomas' arse. In the split second it took for their hips to meet, the Melmetal had shifted enough of his matter into Thomas to have made several individual Meltan; nut and all. Then, with a groan like rending metal, Lorenz withdrew; the sheer smoothness of the Melmetal's skin helped the shaft slide out while Thomas writhed and moaned. As it pulled out, the shape of Thomas' stretched hole could be seen clearly, each bump and ridge displayed on the mirror-like finish of Lorenz' no longer average cock. Nearly the length of Thomas' forearm, and about as wide, Jeremy looked at it and politely shook his head. <Bigger.>

The Melmetal allowed a momentary look of surprise - which was essentially the little black dot going from a V-shape to a rippling sphere - before returning to the task at hand. The member thickened, becoming the width of Thomas' fist along its entire length while growing an extra inch or two as well. Then without warning, Lorenz thrust forward.

Thomas saw stars. He could feel the massive cock slide into him with ease, the Melmetal's pelvis slapping against his buttocks with audible force. “AAAaaaahhhhnnnn… mmmmmm…" Thomas moaned loudly, sending his own reverberations crashing through Lorenz' resonant body. The sound waves bounced around, condensing at the pokemon's waist nut to blast out front and back with double the strength.

The blast of vibrated air hit Dan in the chest, leading him to groan breathlessly in lust, his grip on Jeremy's cock tightening. Jeremy got some of the blast as well, his cock throbbing in the man's grip as he moaned along with them. He looked around Dan in time to see Lorenz pull out of Thomas, the massive chromed cock pulling free before slamming back into the man. <That's it…> Jeremy said, unable to take the suspense any longer. He lifted Dan off his lap, guided him a few inches further down his body and slowly lowered the man onto the tip of the deep pink cock. Immediately it pulsed, sending a spurt of precum into the man's rear, allowing Dan to slowly descend. Every few seconds there was another burst, but the process was going too slowly for Jeremy.

“Gah!" Dan yelped as Jeremy grabbed him by the arms and pulled him down the last few inches. He was mostly lubed enough, the last thrust before being fully impaled stretching him just a little more than Lorenz had trained him to be given the thicker faux-knot of the draconic member. Given the narrowness of Honzo's cock and the size Lorenz had started with while holding Thomas, Jeremy assumed the man had not had a pokemon quite the same size as he. “Muh… Master J-J-Jeremy…" Dan moaned breathlessly.

Lorenz - who had only stopped his assault on Thomas' arse long enough to ensure his own human hadn't been injured - fired up his sex drive upon hearing Dan's lustful mumblings. He began ramming himself into Thomas with reckless abandon, using the man's sunken arms to pull their bodies tightly together, and gravity to let them fall apart. His cable-like tail snaked its way around Thomas' linked ankles, securing the man to his temporary pokemon master. “Uhn, uhn… mm… mm… mmmMMMMMmmmm…" Thomas' whimpered, trapped in Lorenz' grasp.

Every moan, groan and whimper from Thomas was amplified, resonating throughout Lorenz' body with incredible efficiency; the Melmetal's cock acting like some sort of perverse tuning fork. The vibrations fed Lorenz' lust, pushing the pokemon towards his own climax, and only dissipated by being projected back into his member like a massive vibrator. Which of course only served to heighten Thomas' arousal. The two were locked in an exponentially growing feedback loop, pleasure overriding pleasure overriding pleasure. For Thomas it was both maddening and exquisite at the same time.

Honzo was still lost in his own little world, with Zana so expertly riding him. His hands at first had remained on her thighs, helping to keep her rhythm. But she had soon grown weary of the plain touch and guided his large mitts to her breasts. The reminder of those luscious orbs drove the Emboar to greater heights, firmly squeezing them in his hands to the sultry sounds of Zana's moans. While she was blocking out the sound and visuals from the rest of the room for Honzo's benefit, she was only barely able to contain her moans from reaching the rest. Though she was unaware that her near-whisper noises were essentially trying to compete with an amplifier slowly being dialled up to eleven.

Jeremy gathered himself upon being subjected to the second series of near-deafening moans from Thomas, via Lorenz' body. Grabbing Dan by the waist, he ground forward, pulling his cock out of the man's rear by a few inches, before sliding him forward again, hilting himself in the process. Dan moaned, his hands falling onto the chair's armrest to grip it tightly. “Yes Master Jeremy, please… That feels..." Jeremy grinned at the unfinished statement, sliding the man back and forth across his lap. Visceral squelching noises emanated from between them due to the sheer amount of precum pouring from Dan's arse and into the pokemon's lap.

Dan was tight. Perhaps as tight as Thomas was in the beginning, and considerably tighter than the trainer had become. That meant he had to be a bit more careful with how he treated the human, as breaking Thomas would be bad, but breaking the Melmetal's subordinate would be considerably worse for all involved. He made sure to take cues to tell if he was going too far; which given Dan's pained cry when he popped his thick base into the man's unprepared passage, meant he was trying his best to get that backdoor to accommodate his girth a little easier before actively thrusting.

Lorenz was having the opposite problem. Thomas was proving to be very pliant regarding girth and length. He could feel the man's insides shifting with every thrust, his hole still able to accommodate the massive member. Thomas too understood this process to be tantamount to insanity, the size of the Melmetal's member pushing into him was surely not something that could be survivable, yet here he was, taking every inch and more. Eventually though, he could feel his rim pull so tight it was borderline painful, and he breathlessly protested. “S-s-s-t-t-st-stoh-p-p-p-pl-ee-ee-ee-ease…" Lorenz slowed his pace, allowing the man to speak. “Too… too b-big… M-Mast-er L-Loh-r-ren-zzzz…"

The pokemon could see he'd brought Thomas to the verge of tears, but somehow the man was still finding it just pleasurable enough. He remembered the shape of Jeremy's member and began to shift his proportions to match in the hopes of bringing Thomas back to a more pleasurable state. The tapered tip, the smooth but veiny shaft, and the thick base which he kept the same size as his member currently was formed inside Thomas' rear. But the trainer shook his head repeatedly at the change. Lorenz hummed a query, with Jeremy only picking up on it because he'd noticed the hulking Melmetal slow down. <Thomas, is there a problem?>

With the exception of Zana and Honzo, all eyes were on Thomas as he took several breaths, trying to calm his mind and body enough to get a complete sentence out without looking like a gibbering idiot. “Muh-Master Lorenz…" He took another couple breaths, each one longer than the last. “I love my Master's cock. I do." Jeremy looked at the pair in confusion. “But right now…" He bit his lower lip as Lorenz slowly pulled out of him, revealing to both Dan and Jeremy the draconic facsimile jutting out from his metallic pelvis “I want YOU to fuck me." He took a few more breaths, waiting for Lorenz to do something.

A questioning hum was not what Thomas had hoped for. “I think…" Dan piped up, breathless from Jeremy's antics “He wants you to be… you." The Melmetal's cock shrank down to form a replica of Dan's. He chuckled. “I enjoy that, but that's not 'you'. You know what I mean, Master." Lorenz looked from Dan to Jeremy, then back at Thomas. He allowed the man to slide down his legs a little, feet unclasping from behind him to slide inside the pokemon's knees before being held in place by the same strange grippy electric marbles as his arms. At first Thomas didn't understand why, but soon enough it became very clear.

The average sized pole was suddenly surrounded by a helix of metallic marbles, each one the size of Thomas' thumbnail. They rolled over each other, twisting around the member as it grew in length and girth until what proudly jutted out from between Lorenz' legs was a roiling mass of shiny metal nearly the same width as Thomas had just raised concerns about. Scale wise it looked like someone had glued several thousand ball bearings to the thick half of a baseball bat, shoved it on the end of a power drill and set it to a slow spin. Lorenz looked at Thomas, and hummed an 'are you sure' series of tones.

Thomas didn't need to speak, his eyes said it all. “I need that inside me. Master Lorenz, I need you inside me. I need your beautiful metallic cock deep inside me. Please, Master Lorenz. Please fuck me with that- that glorious cock…" Thomas' whimpered begs - while not from anywhere as innocent as his 'heart - were honest and true, prompting Lorenz to agree to the man's terms.

The first thrust caused Thomas to cum immediately. The constant stretching, the unstoppable vibrations, and the moment of mind-cleansing stillness his body had been through before had brought the man right close to the edge. But when the twisting, roiling mass of metal poured into his arse, he could hold back no longer. His muscles contracted and squeezed against the intruding member, causing all the more intense sensations to wrack his body as the rows of marble-like orbs twisted around the stationary cock first clockwise then anticlockwise.

For Lorenz, the sensation was enjoyable, but lacking. That was until Thomas' guttural moan broke the silence. The vibrations were picked up by each individual ball this time, sending a cascade of sensation up through the pokemon's body; crashing into the static-filled orbs keeping Thomas' hands and feet pinned before reverberating around back down into his cock. Thomas all but screamed in pleasure, causing Dan and Jeremy to look on in shock as volley after volley of the man's jizz splattered against Lorenz' chest. Thomas bucked and writhed against Lorenz, using his spasming legs to push himself almost entirely off the twisting cock before slamming back down.

Lorenz felt he was somewhat losing control so he flicked his tail between his legs to wrap around Thomas' waist before he could push away again, instead using it and his control of the man's arms to push himself as deep as possible. Lorenz tried to stave off his own orgasm, but the Melmetal was having his own version of the near-climax spasms that caused most other beings' rhythms to become irregular. For him it was the rotation of the little bearings along the surface of his member. They whirred at a much higher speed before pausing, then whirring again. Thomas was having the entirety of his arse sensuously blended by the living vibrator, and he couldn't contain himself.

An orgasmic scream broke through the Zoroark's illusion. Honzo had been close to the edge for some time, with Zana torturously slowing her pace just as his cock became a little too twitchy. But as Thomas' cry rang out through the room, Zana's concentration dropped, her eyes fixed on Thomas being absolutely pounded by the Melmetal and his highly ornate cock. What she could see of it as the pokemon pulled out of her little pet pokeslut was astounding, Zana taking several mental notes before her own body was pushed over the edge at the sight of Lorenz climaxing.

As the Melmetal slammed his roiling rod into Thomas for the final time, Jeremy's hand had found Dan's cock once more and was firmly - and furiously - jacking the man off. Dan in return was grinding himself upon Jeremy's lap, only bouncing when Jeremy's claws pushed against the base of his cock to hold him down. But seeing the splash of metallic liquid squirt out of Thomas' arse and onto the floor was too much for either of them. Jeremy continued pumping Dan until ropes of pearly white seed fired from the blacksmith's member. Seeing his toy cum like that, and feeling Dan's arse constrict around the thick pink member, Jeremy grunted; loosing his own seed deep inside the blacksmith. With one hand holding the man firmly in place upon his pulsing draconic rod, the other continued to rapidly masturbate Dan through an intense orgasm.

As Zana's slick passage clamped down upon his member, Honzo lost it as well. His goddess of a partner having climaxed, he'd fulfilled his promise and could hold back no more. Whimpered sighs of <Cum for me…> moaned in the Zoroark's tongue served to drive his orgasm all the harder. His hands roughly grasped Zana's breasts as he pulled her down upon his member as hard as possible, the corkscrewed tip pushing deeper inside her than anyone had ever managed before. She whimpered at the cocks depth before gasping at its eruption, filling her with the Emboar's virile seed in violent bursts.

Lorenz' cock revved like the chainsaw of an overenthusiastic lumberjack, his heavy metallic cum whipped into an almost marshmallow consistency inside the man before collapsing back into it's more liquid state when the spinning stopped. Only for the spasming cock to spin up again as it fired another round of Melmetal jizz into the man's colon. Thomas was on cloud nine. His body and mind having given up trying to cope with the intense sensations bombarding him, going limp in Lorenz' arms as the pokemon pumped gallon after gallon of cum into him, only for it to pour out from the imperfect seal his ring had around the twisting marbles. Every drop of the liquid metal slithering back into the Melmetal's feet, only to be fired out again seconds later.

It was near to a full minute of Lorenz firing a salvo of cum, blending it, letting it settle and blasting away again before he managed to settle down himself. He looked over to the other four, all breathing heavily either impaled on or in their respective partners, and all radiating a contented glow. Looking down to the psychologically broken body of Thomas, he slowly allowed the man to be extricated from his body; his feet being gently pushed out of Lorenz' knees while his arms popped free with a 'shluck'. Placing Thomas carefully on the bed - the last few rivulets of metallic cum dripping from his body to run back into the Melmetal's foot - Lorenz turned back to the heavily reinforced mat on the floor and collapsed into a seated position.

As the pokemon's sex-aid-like cock was slowly absorbed back into his body, Zana was the first to speak up. “No wonder you broke the little pokeslut. That looks monstrous!" Lorenz, not entirely sure how to take that comment, seemed happy with Zana's clarification “I'm going to need blueprints."

Dan sighed, one part contentment, the other part amazed. “That might be the first time my Master's been able to use that." The blacksmith noted with a smile. “Is that correct?" Lorenz nodded, still staring at Thomas in disbelief. Dan exhaled, leaning back but allowing Jeremy time to move his head to the side to avoid crushing the pokemon. He looked at the clock on the bedside table. “It's still early. Would the Master and Mistress have time to wait for Thomas to rest?"

Zana and Jeremy looked at each other and agreed. “Thank you, pet." Lorenz seemed amused by the name, his little head-ball becoming an upside-down-U as he hummed chirpily. “And thank you, my dear." She moaned into Honzo's chest. Jeremy rolled his eyes as the five of them wound down after their little fuck session.

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[Final Voting is still active for Thomas' next pokemon. The reveal is in two chapters time, so you've got about a week left to get your votes in. Just head to the bottom of the last chapter (link below) and upvote the comment stating your preferred pokemon. At the time of writing this, Typhlosion and Luxray are tied for first with Snivy and Toxtricity tied for second just one point behind.]

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