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When Grant returned from piling ice cream with various berries, Ravri still looked gloomy, sitting in the alley next to the Moo Moo Milk Creamery alongside a significantly less bothered Zegrath. Poking his fingers through the torn section of his clothes, he looked as though he were about to cry.

Sitting next to the crestfallen Pokemon, Grant offered him a spoon, gently patting his back. He didn't have much experience dealing with anything but Zegrath's overly horny demands, so this was new territory. Clearing his throat, he tried to draw the Pokemon's attention from his predicament. "It'll be okay. If you want, we can stop by a tailor and get that fixed before we move on to the next Gym."

"It'll just get ruined again." Pulling his knees up to his chin, the Rillaboom withdrew into himself, staring at the far wall. "All I do is mess things up. I finally found a trainer that doesn't hate me, and I'm already ruining things. Pretty soon, you won't want me around." Wiping his eyes across his arm, the Rillaboom sniffled, blue eyes swimming.

"That's bullshit, and you know it." Chiming in while checking his nails for dirt, Zegrath stretched, paws moving behind his head. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to get all mushy, but honestly, look at the shit I do to him. If he's willing to get shoved up against a wall and knot-fucked into unconsciousness, I doubt he'd drop you for something so silly. If it was even his choice." Unable to resist getting a dig in, but strangely helpful for once, Zegrath yawned, his eyes drifting closed as if declaring his exit from the conversation. Of course, one of his ears was still conspicuously swiveled toward Grant, betraying an interest he wouldn't admit.

"I guess." Still looking unconvinced, Ravri took the paper cup from the ground next to him, bringing a spoon full of ice cream to his lips and tasting it with a curious look. Surprise bloomed across his face as he licked the spoon clean, then dug in for more, his woes forgotten with the discovery of the new treat. Visibly relaxing with each bite, he wiped his face on an offered napkin, blowing his nose noisily. "Is it alright for you to be so nice to me?" He asked, a tinge of hope in his voice as he looked over to Grant.

Kneeling to wipe away a stray tear, Grant smiled, rubbing his thumb over the Rillaboom's cheek. "It's alright to make mistakes. I don't think either of us is perfect. Ze-Daddy's kind of an asshole until you get to know him-" holding up a finger to stop Zegrath's derisive snort, Grant continued, sticking his tongue out at the Arcanine. "-and if you haven't noticed, I'm utterly useless as a trainer. The only reason I've gotten this far is you two are amazing."

Holding out his hand, Grant took the Rillaboom's trash and tossed it into a nearby bin, then grabbed a soft brown hand and urged him to his feet. "Now, let's go get your clothes fixed. The man that traded you to me said there was another branch of his business in most towns. It's odd considering no one else we've met has talking Pokemon, but I don't see why he'd lie."

"Oh, Arceus. Does that mean there's more of HER?" Shuddering, Zegrath instinctively lept to his feet, eyes widened, and his tail lowered. "Can I stay here? Or maybe I can go to the next Gym by myself? I won't try anything stupid, I promise." Eyes instinctively darting from side to side as though searching for an escape route, the Arcanine backed up.

"Come on, daddy. Don't tell me you're afraid of a Pokemon fanatic." Checking for passersby with a glance, Grant stepped in close and draped his arms across the Arcanine's shoulders. Over the past few weeks, his submission had morphed from unquestioningly following orders to something more reciprocal, and he knew what Zegrath liked. "If you come with us, we'll get to the hotel quicker. You'll be able to take off your clothes and do anything you want." Leaning in, he teased the Arcanine's lips, coaxing his tongue past his lips and giving it a teasing bite.

Slipping a paw down Grant's pants and rolling his fingertip against the human's hole, Zegrath let out a growl, his eyes half closed as he let his tongue roll out, gagging Grant for a short, sloppy kiss. Squeezing his ass, he let Grant come up for breath, feigning disinterest despite the hungry expression on his face. "I guess I'd better stick around. Don't want you bringing home some frigid bitch." Looking away and adjusting the bulge in his jeans, he licked his lips, his wagging tail betraying his mood.

"That's a good idea. While we're there, we should probably go ahead and pick someone else to join the team. I don't think I can catch wild Pokemon with you two nearby." Settling against Zegrath's possessive paw on his waist, Grant trailed off as they left the alley, aware of how odd it would seem to be having a conversation with his Pokemon. With the prize money from the last Gym, he could easily afford the adoption fee, and if the new Pokemon were anything like his current team, they'd pay for themselves soon enough.

Situated right on the color line between the two halves of Dualia, Aeson's Emporium was more conspicuous than the shady warehouse where Grant received his first two Pokemon. From the looks of openly talking Pokemon in the doorway, it wasn't the well-kept secret he thought it was. He was glad that he wouldn't have to sneak around as much, but on the other, he knew that Zegrath's overly blunt and sexualized speech would get him into trouble. 'Bend over and let me fuck you, slut,' wasn't something most people wanted to hear in polite company.

"Welcome!" An unmistakable face greeted Grantas he stepped up to the main counter. It was strange to see someone similar to the mysterious gentleman far from his warehouse, but Grant was no stranger to weird coincidences; Half of the Pokemon Centers in the region were staffed by the same family, after all. "How may I help you today?" With all smiles and a customer service voice, the proprietor seemed less mischievous than his counterpart.

Grant stepped forward before Zegrath could take the lead, pulling Ravri forward and clearing his throat. "Hello. Do you provide tailoring services for Pokemon clothing? And also, if possible, I'd like to buy a new outfit that won't be affected by pokemon moves." Patting Ravri's arm as the shy gorilla stared at his feet and shuffled nervously, Grant thought for a moment. "And do you have any pokemon up for adoption? Preferably male and-" Shooting Zegrath a sideways stare, Grant lowered his voice a little, sighing at the conspicuous paw on his ass, attempting to make its way down his shorts. "-Easygoing."

"Well, aren't you straight to the point? I like a customer that knows what they want!" Flashing teeth so white that they could blind, Aeson spoke to one of the other attendants, then stepped out from behind the counter, revealing a casual uniform that would look right at home on a Pokemart employee. "Right this way. I can tell at a glance that you'll want to stay with your partner, so why don't we catch two Pidgeys with one Pokeball? I have just the Pokemon in mind."

Grateful to the owner for picking up on Ravri's abandonment issues without needing to humiliate the fragile Rillaboom, Grant followed Aeson's lead through brightly colored halls bustling with talkative employees selling everything from accessories to Pokemon and specially decorated Pokeballs. Eventually, they reached a tidy room lined with various cloth samples and changing rooms, and Aeson bustled them through with a promise to return with a selection of Pokemon to browse.

"Welcome~." Thankfully the pattern didn't seem to continue, and the seamstress wasn't a clone of the woman that terrified Zegrath. Adjusting thick-rimmed glasses, a wisp of a woman floated over, brown pigtails swaying as she zeroed in on Ravri's ruined shirt. "Oh, dear. That's a nasty rip. Could you take off your shirt, big guy? I'd rather not poke you with a needle."

Ravri followed directions without complaint, leaving him shirtless with his muscular chest on display. Holding one arm with the other, he spoke up, eyes swimming. "Can you fix it? It's special." Despite his size, he seemed to have retreated into himself, and he always kept Grant within his field of view, no doubt afraid he'd disappear.

"Oh, sweetheart, if I couldn't fix this, I wouldn't have a job. Don't worry." Smiling, the woman turned to Grant once she reached her perch at a nearby sewing machine, selecting matching fabric and working at repairing the damage without bothering to watch her fingers. "Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?" She asked as the machine whirred away, fingers deftly avoiding the needle.

"Yes, uh. Do you have a Pokemon-proof bodysuit? Possibly several? I want to be sure these guys won't ruin their clothes at every Gym." Swatting away Zegrath's attempts to finger his ass, Grant guided the Arcanine's arm around his waist, wordlessly telling the Pokemon to wait. As much as he'd like to slip his pants down and let Zegrath go to town whenever he wanted, he didn't want to go to jail for public indecency and pokemon abuse.

Glasses flashing ominously, the woman gave Zegrath a knowing look, already finished with her repair. Setting it on the counter, she leaned over, fingers on her chin. "Hmm. I think we have a few, but they're relatively new. I don't know if they'll hold up to more catastrophic moves like Stone Edge or Fire Blast, but anything less than that should be fine." Disappearing beneath the counter and rummaging around, she reappeared with three bundles, separating them by size. "Hopefully, your third partner isn't a Snorlax. I think I'm out of quadruple extra large."

Right on cue, Aeson reappeared, barging through the door just as Grant handed Ravri and Zegrath their suits. Bustling them into separate changing rooms, hoping that the flimsy wall between them would stop the ever-sexually-charged Arcanine from trying to sneak a quick fuck, he greeted the proprietor with a long-suffering sigh.

Holding three pokeballs in his arms, Aeson nodded toward the seamstress, still wearing that plastered-on smile. "Sorry for the wait, sir. Let me just-" Pressing the button on each ball, he brought out the Pokeballs' inhabitants. "Based on your specifications, I thought these three would be the best match. Feel free to choose as many of them as you'd like."

"First, this cute little guy is a Ribombee. Great with kids and other Pokemon." Balancing a cute, fuzzy insect type on his hand, Aeson patted its head, prompting the tiny male to bow and flutter its wings. Grant felt bad dismissing the Pokemon outright, but based on its size, Grant didn't foresee his delicate features lasting long around Zegrath. One forced facesitting, and Grant would have to explain extreme injuries to the pokemon center.

"Second, this big boy is an Incineroar. Very popular with competitive trainers." As Aeson placed his hand on his shoulder, the big cat stood with his arms crossed, looking bored. He didn't seem very impressed with Grant, and Grant wasn't looking for another fire type, anyway. Zegrath would be insanely jealous, and they'd have the same weaknesses. Grant didn't think he could handle more than six Pokemon without losing his mind, so he needed to be sure each spot on his roster counted.

Noticing Grant's unimpressed expression, Aeson cleared his throat, his facade faltering as he reached for the third Pokemon. Grimacing as he looked around, he found the third Pokemon sitting in a nearby chair, its azure skin contrasting against the upholstery. "And last but not least, A Quagsire. Don't let his looks fool you; he can take many hits."

Aside from being the one that synergized the most with Grant's team, the Pokemon also seemed to have the most laid-back personality. With his legs crossed and his tubby body resting against the wall, he was almost disinterested; until Grant's gaze reached his face. No matter how he tried to hide it, he seemed hopeful, and as the Quagsire noticed the trainer looking at him, he swallowed nervously and looked away. Grant knew what that meant. He wanted to Grant to choose him but probably thought seeming overeager would scare a trainer away.

"I'll take the Quagsire. I'm sorry, but the other two don't fit my training style." Grant felt slightly guilty as the Rimbombee's expression fell, and the Incineroar shrugged, but he felt he made the right choice. Producing his wallet, he took the papers Aeson handed him, signing his name in the same spots as always and counting out the price written on the page. 'Quan,' huh? Interesting name for a Pokemon.

Ignoring the proprietor's incredulous expression, Grant made his way over to his new team member, reaching out his hand to the confused-looking Quagsire and smiling. "Hello, I'm Grant." He started as one thick hand wrapped his, silky soft to the touch. Smooth and squishy, the Quagsire's skin was like a water balloon. "I hope you'll be happy with us."

Eyeing Aeson as he walked away, Quan finally spoke, revealing a thick tongue behind his wide mouth and looking Grant up and down with brown eyes. "You sure you didn't just get scammed, kid?" He asked, his body language switching from uncaring laziness to curiosity. "Didn't think I was popular enough to be adopted, let alone by someone passing up two of the best and brightest."

As Grant was about to answer the Quagsire's question, Ravri and Zegrath reappeared. Judging by the guilty expression on Ravri's face, the wet spot at the corner of his mouth, and Zegrath's self-satisfied smirk, the reason the two spent so much time in the changing rooms was that Zegrath's usual antics. It was hard to be mad at them, though, now that he saw the gratuitous uniforms the seamstress gave them.

Singlets like wrestling uniforms left nothing to the imagination, cradling the Pokemons' manhoods and separating furry butt cheeks. Ravri looked a bit embarrassed to be put on display, with his soft cock squashed against his stomach and his nipples poking against the fabric. Zegrath seemed right at home in his new outfit, his tail lazily swaying as he adjusted his heavy balls, shooting Grant a triumphant expression.

"I'm not, uh." Came Quan's voice from behind. "Not being recruited for Pokemon-themed porn, am I? I'm camera-shy." As Grant held his face in his hand, trying to think of how to respond, he heard a chuckle, sagging backward as the Quagsire patted his head. Great. Another Pokemon that didn't take him seriously.

The trip to the hotel wasn't eventful, with the two better-behaved Pokemon plodding closely behind Grant. Ravri seemed to take to Quan immediately, and the two were already chatting when Zegrath took Grant's arm, still wearing his battle uniform.

"The new guy's kinda cute. Think his ass is as bouncy as it looks?" Zegrath murmured, his paw slipping down Grant's pants and his finger taking its place on Grant's hole, circling it slowly. "Never fucked a water type before. Bet he cums like a faucet." Still nonchalantly discussing sex, he teased Grant's twitching hole with a claw, his tail blocking his advances from view as they stepped into the hotel lobby.

Trying to keep the stammer from his voice, Grant ignored Zegrath's slow stroke, addressing the clerk at the front desk. "H-Hello. Can I get a large room with a king-size bed? Sorry that it's short notice." His body screamed at him to push his ass backward and offer himself to Zegrath, but he clenched himself tight, willing away his growing erection without much success. Thankfully Zegrath's paw occupied a lot of space in his boxers, containing his cock in tightened fabric.

Thankfully the clerk gave him no trouble. By the time they reached their room, passing by various trainers, Zegrath had two fingers buried in Grant's ass, forcing him to move his backpack to his front to cover the wet spot in his shorts. Secretly, he loved every moment of being used, but he wished that Zegrath wouldn't be so obvious about it.

"Fuckin' finally," Zegrath growled as soon as the room opened, tugging Grant's pants down before the door closed. Shrugging out of his battle uniform, he bent Grant over the end of the bed, trailing his paws down as his teeth and tongue ravaged Grant's neck. Smearing his drooling cock over the human's well-used pucker, he thrust in, jerking Grant's cock as he hunched over his back.

Knowing better than to resist, Grant moaned aloud, biting his lip as Zegrath's rough affections forced him against soft sheets. Relaxing his hole, he took every thrust with experienced ease, leaning into Zegrath's love bites. The world melted away as his prostate sang with battering thrusts, milking thin dribbles of pre to slicken the Arcanine's greedy pawing.

"Fuck, I needed this fuckin' hole." Zegrath panted, his drooling tongue sliming Grant's back as both paws took hold of his hips, abandoning Grant's cock to gain a better foothold for his desperate rhythm. Heavy, leathery balls slapped against Grant's, filling the air with his unmistakable musk as they dripped with sweat. "My fuckin' greedy little slut. Daddy's whore. Fuck." Devolving into murmured curses, he stifled himself with a greedy kiss that enveloped Grant's face in heated dog drool.

Dutifully sucking Zegrath's tongue, Grant blushed at the Arcanine's filthy words, whimpering as he felt the growing knot battering his hole. Like the rest of his cock, it thrust away, ruining his hole with every thrust and adding sloppy, slurping sounds to their already wet fuck. His insides were on fire from the rough sex and Zegrath's fluids, but he was on cloud nine. It was the first time since Ravri's introduction that Zegrath fucked him like their first encounters, all teeth and need.

Finally, slamming home and tying, Zegrath collapsed over Grant's back, his teeth nipping at Grant's lower lip as the familiar bloom of canine cum filled his stomach, swelling it out into a lewd bulge as the Arcanine emptied his balls.

Breaking their kiss and putting his lips to Grant's ear, his breath steaming, Zegrath murmured soft enough that only he could hear. "It's fucking hot when you take charge and try to manipulate me. Seductive little whore." Referencing their kiss in the alley, he continued, a growl vibrating in his voice. "I'll still fuck your brains out, but maybe I'll let you be my trainer."

Zegrath's perverted admission of respect, twisted as it was, infused Grant with a bit of pride. Maybe he wasn't a terrible trainer. He just needed to use what he had, a willing ass, mouth, and cock. Once Zegrath was done with him, he'd have to 'introduce himself' to Quan the same way. Hopefully, Quagsires had nice cocks.